Summary: They haven’t been looking for a permanent third, not really. But sometimes you find the thing you need when you least expect it; isn’t that what they always say?
Pairing: Jensen x OFC x Jared
Warnings: Threesome, Dom/sub, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Daddy Jensen, Dom Jared, Dominance, Blindfolds, Bondage, age difference, dirty talk (especially Jensen, Rough Sex, Rough Blow Jobs, gagging during blow jobs, tears during blow jobs, panic, panic attacks, consensual no condoms, name calling, light verbal humiliation, subspace, bathing, ass play, analingus, anal sex, female ejaculation/squirting, aftercare, polyamory, J2 heavily implied
xox: @glassjacket @boondoctorwho @cracksinthewalls @naughtygirlsarebest @fatestemptress @adoptdontshoppets @pisces-cutie @dean-winchesters-bacon @maddiepants
When she wakes, she’s floating in wet warmth and bubbles. She’s in the tub with Jensen at her back and Jared’s hand between her legs. When he sees her eyes flutter open, Jared’s face splits with a warm, wicked grin.
“Welcome back,” he says. He’s kneeling outside the tub in a pair of boxer briefs, his arm elbow-deep in sudsy water as he strokes her folds with one fingertip and swirls her clit with his thumb. He looks unreal surrounded by curls of steam rising from the bath.
Jensen’s palm curves over her belly just under the surface of the soapy heat as he noses the shell of her ear and cups one heavy breast. “How ya feelin’?” he murmurs and kisses the curve of thin skin behind her ear.
“What time is it?” she asks, swallowing convulsively when her voice cracks and her pharynx constricts.
Jensen produces a sweating bottle of cold water from the ledge at the wall side of the tub. “Don’t need to worry about the time,” he says, placing the opening of the bottle at her lips with a big soapy hand, bubbles dropping in clumps from his wrist to her collarbone and sliding back into the sea of foam.
Carly’s eager for the soothing cool of the liquid, so she chases the bottle opening with her lips. “Easy,” Jensen says with a chuckle. “Don’t want ya chokin’ on it.” Both men snicker because they obviously didn’t mind it when she was choking on them earlier.
She closes her eyes and lets him guide her through sipping the water as necessary. She tenses when she feels a long finger slipping inside her and another sliding between her ass cheeks. “We’re gonna get you all clean and open, Carly,” Jared says.
If Jensen’s voice is velvet, then Jared’s is silk – spun from something fine, ethereal, and cool.
She exhales and lets her legs relax, lets her weight settle into the solid curves and planes behind her, the hands belonging to those curves and planes slide under her thighs down to her knees and lift and open her. “Hmm,” Jensen hums into her neck. “Too bad fisting’s off the menu.” Carly tenses again. “That smooth, clean pussy takin’ his hand- fuck.”
Carly’s breath stutters, and Jensen chuckles, hooking his chin over her shoulder. “Nah, don’t worry,” he nuzzles into her. “Rules’re rules.” He kisses her and hums a vaguely familiar and comforting tune.
“Jay,” Jared chastises. “Stop teasing her.” He pushes a second finger inside her cunt and presses over her clit and asshole simultaneously. She moans and thrusts her hips, sloshing water over the edge of the tub.
Both men laugh out loud. Jared’s free hand splays across her hips to settle her back into the water as Jensen keeps her legs open at the knees. She looks like a depraved angel – dark hair piled on top her head, glistening with steam and foam; bronze eyes shining; red, ripe lips plumped with use and desperation; cheeks flushed and ruddy; thighs pulled open by one man’s hands and her cunt taking a pounding from the hand of another.
“You wanna come, sweet girl?” the man at her back asks, mirth coloring his attempt at being gentle. “Never said you couldn’t. You can come any time and as much as you want.”
Carly writhes in his arms. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, resting her head back on his shoulder, feeling his knees come up to spread her wider and lift her out of the water, feeling one of his hands slide under her and between her cheeks, his finger taking over at her hole from his partner.
“Where’s the lube?” he asks, and the larger man reaches for the bottle, keeping his fingers inside her cunt.
She’s suspended above the water, cooling in the air, feeling the steam from the bath wrap around her and the body heat beneath her, her legs spread wide and two large hands working her. One thick, lubed finger slides along and around her puckered hole before working into her ass.
“May I reiterate,” Jensen says, twisting and flexing his finger. “That we picked a good one?”
Jared grins and swipes at Carly’s clit with his thumb as he curls three long fingers inside. “Where are we with orgasms, by the way? I forgot to keep track.”
“Ours, or hers?” Jensen asks, lubing a second finger and sliding it along her crack. He toys with the tight rim even with a finger inside her and it drives her mad.
“Hers, asshole,” Jared laughs. “I know where I am.” He keeps swirling around her clit with his thumb, and she undulates her hips in earnest need.
“What’re we up to, baby doll?” Jensen asks, wiggling that second finger inside her tight hole. Pet names roll off his tongue and glide through his perfect lips like the prettiest melody, and it makes her long for everything. “Two, is it?” he brushes his lips against her temple and her skin starts to tingle.
“Three!” she shouts, clamping around the fingers inside her, bucking like a mustang, gripping the thick forearm that isn’t working her body to orgasm. This is one-of-a-kind, or maybe it’s the uniqueness of the situation, but she’s openly vulnerable, offering her body and soul to God or the devil or these two men for all eternity.
“She really does make the sweetest sounds,” Jared says as Jensen lowers Carly, heaving breath, back into the water. There’s rinsing and rubbing and then she’s being moved to her knees and bracing her forearms on the end of the soaking tub.
Jared pulls the plug on the water and Jensen turns the hand shower to a satisfying level of warm to rinse her off, both men running their hands over her back and ass and thighs. She watches the suds swirl down the drain as her breath returns. Then the water’s gone and their hands are doing other things and she’s being wrapped in fluffy, white Egyptian cotton.
Carly sighs and rolls her head into Jensen’s neck as he carries her to his bed. He lays her across the feathery comforter, just under the tuft of downy pillows then stands and fills his chest with a heavy breath.
She takes in the length and breadth of his body, rivulets of water from the bath, sloping over dips and curves of hard-earned muscle, as Jared’s now completely bared, sculpted and long frame comes into view beside him.
“Fuck,” she breathes.
From the way they moved at the club, the way they held their magnificent physiques, the way Daddy had lured her into their web – Carly knew these guys were hot and demanding, and that they’d take exactly what they wanted. But seeing them both completely bare and hard and hungry sends a wave of heat and anxiousness through her anew.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Jensen says with an ornery smirk, as Jared hands him the bottle of lube. “We are, in fact…” He drops to the California King between her legs and crawls up to nestle at the apex of her thighs. “Gonna fuck.” He places a kiss to the swollen lips of her cunt, holding her gaze.
Carly exhales, practicing intentional breathing as Jared climbs onto the bed, elbow sinking into pillows to prop his head up, stretching the full, glorious length of his body to make the shape of their threesome into an erotic as fuck 90-degree angle.
Jared traces her hairline with one gentle finger, and she looks up at him. “No, baby,” he says, his finger running her temple, cheek, and jaw. “Don’t watch me; watch Daddy.” He traces her lips so, so lightly with that long, heavy finger, and she slowly, cautiously drops her gaze to do what she’s told.
Jensen’s on his forearms, wrapping one around her thigh to drape it over his shoulder, pulling her cheeks apart with one hand and pressing the other over her belly again. His eyes are so hot and she’s not sure she can hold them – but Sir told her to.
“Such a dirty, hot mess already,” the man between her legs taunts, slipping his thick middle finger into her soaking wet cunt and swirling. “Didn’t we just clean you up?” He tsks. “Bet I could do anything to you right now and you’d take it – limits be damned.” Carly squirms, and he chuckles low and deep, pushing another finger inside her. “Greedy little slut.”
That pursed smirk is in full force as he gathers as much wet as he can and slides it down to circle and press against her back hole. He pushes the broad tip of his finger inside her, and she hisses. “Breathe,” he says with his own breath, kissing her bare skin and watching her closely.
Her eyes well with tears, and she reluctantly closes them for a moment of breaths. The dynamic depth of his words and his eyes makes her blood pound in her ears. He teases her, pushes her, borderline degrades her then his hands and eyes comfort her. She feels a little like she’s on a roller coaster.
She hears the men exchange murmurs and feels Jensen’s forearm across her hips pressing down, grounding her. Jared laces his fingers with hers and curves around her head. “Carly,” he says, and she slowly opens her teary eyes with a deep inhale. “This’s for you; if you wanna stop, say it.”
These guys are the real fucking deal, not some amateur part-time playboy or some psycho with a knife. There’s no shame in safewording, she knows that, but she doesn’t want to look like a fool. She doesn’t want to disappoint them.
“Look at me,” Jensen snags her attention. “I need to know you’re in this, or I’m callin’ it.” His hands are soothing and calming her all the while.
Her breath shakes as she inhales and attempts to answer. “I want this,” she says, holding his intense stare. “It’s just a fucking lot… you two…” She shakes her head, and the men exchange a look. She hates admitting she doesn’t know what she’s doing. “I’m sorry, I’m still new at this and-”
“No apologies,” Jared says, kissing her cheek. “We’ll slow down.” His eyes flick to Jensen and they both nod.
“As long as you’re sure,” Jensen says, settling back between her legs and pressing a light kiss to her inner thigh. “Then we’ll keep movin’.”
Carly looks down at him again and feels the warmth from his eyes spread through her body. “I’m sure,” she says with a smile.
Jensen grins wide and nods. “Okay,” he says. “Then I need your eyes.” She obeys, and he nods. “Good girl.”
She burrows into the warmth and safety surrounding her – Sir murmuring sweetness into her ear as he holds her hand, and Daddy holding her down, his thick tongue lapping at her slick, and circling and churning her clit.
A well-lubed second finger eases into her ass and a heavy hand presses over her belly as she twists the long fingers entwined with hers. Her back arches and she revels in the sting of thick fingers stretching her. She loves anal sex and the anticipation of having these men take her that way has her writhing and whining.
“Let go, Carly,” Sir’s voice floats around her. “Let go and let Daddy in.”
The combination of Sir’s words, the softness dancing in Daddy’s eyes, the pure sensation of their hands and mouths and the plush surroundings coaxes her to let go – her mind, all her worries and fears.
Fingers and tongue move inside her, solid and insistent, filling her to the limit set by the palm over her belly and her small frame. Large hands, cupping her full breasts, stroking her skin. Eyes like emerald fire, drilling her in place.
She feels liquid and light when she comes, splashing wet and hot against Daddy’s cheeks and lips and chin. She soaks him until it’s running down his neck and chest. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans with delight, burying his face in her thigh and biting down.
“That was fuckin’ beautiful,” Sir says, and his hand slips from her grip to wrap around his cock and pump. “Jesus.”
“Good girl,” Daddy grits his teeth and twists his fingers inside her ass to open her further as she jolts underneath him.
“Holy shit,” she exclaims, her eyes wide. “I’ve never done that before.”
Both men chuckle, then Daddy’s climbing up her body like a fucking cat finishing off its convulsing mousey prey. “That was so good, baby.” He wipes his face in the comforter before kissing her mouth deep and long.
Carly shivers and hums into his mouth. “Thank you, Daddy,” she sighs. His praises make her beam with pride.
She lifts her knees to hug his hips and feels Sir moving around them. “Jay, where’s the lube?” He’s still twisting his long fingers around his hard length.
Jensen sighs and drops a quick kiss to her lips. “Be right back,” he says with a wink. “Dude, you are so impatient,” he scolds, kneeling between Carly’s open thighs, squeezing a palmful of lube into his own hand before handing the bottle to his comrade.
Carly giggles when Sir pulls a face. She appreciates the playful mood, appreciates that it’s allowed. Then Daddy hovers over her again and dips his lubed hand and fingers under her, pulls her open, slips two fingers inside her. He kisses her and mutters approval and adoration against her mouth.
Her eyes wander to see Sir as he watches them intently. He’s licking his lips and stroking himself. When Daddy slips a third finger inside her, she hisses with pleasure again, and Sir’s eyes flame and fly to meet her gaze.
“Fuck, man,” he whispers, pumping himself hard. “Look at her.”
“I’m lookin’,” Daddy says, his voice deep and low. “You ready, princess?“ She exhales heavy and loud and nods, reaching for the larger man at her head. "Good,” Daddy says. “Then watch your Sir while Daddy fucks your sweet ass.”
Jared holds her hand and arches over her for a kiss as the fingers inside her pull out and press the lubed cock against her hole. “Do it, Jay,” he mutters against her lips, his mouth wandering to her ear. He bites, as the wide head of Daddy’s cock pushes past her tight ring.
She gasps again, but she doesn’t seize up – it feels good. She’s relaxed and open for them both. “Oh, god,” she moans, moving her hips with the firm and slow slide inside her.
Sir settles back on his feet and pumps himself with deliberation, fingertips dancing along her sharp collarbones and dragging up her throat to slip inside her mouth.
“Take it like a good girl,” Daddy says, pulling back and pushing in, taking her breath away with every slide. “All of it.”
Sir’s palm curves her jaw as his middle and ring fingers anchor in her mouth, slide against her tongue. Then Daddy wraps his fingers around her knees, pushes her legs up and thrusts deep.
“Is that good?” Sir asks, dipping and twirling his fingers in her spit. She nods in answer and moans.
His eyes roam the other man’s form landing briefly where he and Carly are joined then back up to watch his face. “Looks good.” Sir’s voice is dreamy and distant, and he bites his lip, lazily fucks her mouth with his fingers. “You gonna come, Jay?” he breathes, his eyes catching the other man’s.
“Yeah…” Daddy nods and rolls his eyes back before returning Sir’s gaze, a determined expression and grin coloring his face. “Needy fucker,” he grits, and Sir grunts and nods in reply.
Jensen picks up his pace but keeps his landing soft. He knows Jared’s about to ride Carly hard and he doesn’t want to put her through too much all at once.
“Daddy’s gonna come, baby, but don’t worry.” He thrusts three more times hard. “Your sir’ll take care of you.” He groans and stills as he comes, gripping her knees, holding her in place.
He’s panting as he pulls out of her. “Finish ‘er off, brother,” he breathes, lifting her leg from his shoulder and rolling her away from him. He drops to his side to face her back, running his knuckles down her spine.
The other man doesn’t give either of them much time to recover. He pulls Carly to all fours and instantaneously lubes her and himself up till they’re both dripping. Then he pushes inside her, splitting her open.
Carly whimpers and hangs her head once Sir’s fully seated. He smooths his hands over her hips and lets himself get used to her tightness. “Damn, Jay, how’d you last as long as you did?” he groans. “She’s tighter than-”
“I know, right?” Daddy replies, moving so he can see Carly’s face and settling in for the show. “That’s a good thing, pretty girl.” He strokes Carly’s sweat-sheened jaw.
His eyes flick up to Sir. “What’re you waitin’ for?” he asks, taunting with dancing eyes and tongue. “You told me at the club you were gonna wreck her ass.” Sir snarls and glares down at him then pulls back and slams home. “There you go,” Daddy says with a chuckle as he returns his attention to Carly.
“Y’okay, down there, princess?” he asks with a broad smile. “I know that cock ain’t nothin’ to sneeze at.”
“Aah!” Carly shouts, throwing her head back when Sir slams into her a second time.
“This’s why we call him J-Rod, if we’re all bein’ honest,” Daddy chuckles again.
“Carly, I want you to come just like this,” Sir says, thrusting hard and deep, groaning and biting his lips to hold on. “From my dick hard and deep in your ass.”
She sobs and drops her teeth to her fist in the comforter to stifle her cry, nodding in answer. Daddy pulls her off her arm by her bun. “Uh-uh – get loud,” he says. “Daddy wants to hear you.”
“Fuck,” she whispers, holding his eyes, desperate and pleading and, yes, there are tears again. But he can tell she’s right there with them, so he doesn’t stop a thing.
“Harder,” Daddy tells Sir, his hot eyes never leaving Carly’s. “C’mon, angel, Daddy wants to see you, hear you, come.” He reaches under her and cups one swaying breast, brushes his thumb over her nipple, and she’s sobbing louder and harder between shrieks of joy.
Her shouts and vibrations as she comes and the fierce look in Jensen’s eyes pushes Jared over the edge. He pulls out of her to spill hot over her lower back with one hand, the other gripping her hip tight. He then realizes that between him and Jensen, they’ve left a fair number of bruises and hickeys on their girl. They always do, but these seem deeper and darker.
Jared grunts as he collapses in a heap on the opposite side of Carly as Jensen. They’re all wet, panting messes. He reaches over to lay a hand on the marks he’s just made, caressing and soothing Carly. When his eyes land on his partner, Jensen appears to be counting the freckles on Carly’s nose or the flecks in her dark eyes, and the sight makes Jared grin ear-to-ear.
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