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Fill to THIS PROMPT
Tittle: An offer you can't afford to refuse
Pairing J2
kinks: m/m, anal, non-con, dub-con, h/c, asshole!Jensen, asshole!Jared, whump!jared, protective Jensen, Happy ending.
rape, implied violence, badly written sexy times.
In this chapter: dub-con, frotagge, oral sex, m/m, heavy violence, prostitution.
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of non con, serious dub con/coercion, violence, mutual masturbation, F/M, non specific underage (mentions), drug use.
A/N:;Sorry for the long wait, I'm searching for another fill written for a lost prompt just repompted, and I have been busy with legal stuff too.
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Part SEVEN Part EIGHT Part NINE
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“I have to work…” Jared said the next day when he wanted to leave but Jensen stopped him.
Jensen was sipping an espresso as he read something on his tablet. “You’ll get killed and I don’t want to be the douche that can’t take care of a simple arm candy.” Jared huffed.
“Look…” Jensen said. “I had a horrible weekend and I have a million things to do…”
“You said so, if I want money I’d have to work for it, your money is for Jeremy and my dad.”
Jensen rolled his eyes setting the tablet down on its support, and leaving his cup pulled Jared to his lap; without asking or anything he kissed Jared, his hand traveling to the loose string tied pajama pants, fondling him without any pretense of kindness. Jared gasped and squirmed trying to move away, but Jensen’s hands only got rougher. In one move he had the already stained PJ’s string loose and his boxers down, only enough to pull his cock out.
“Stay still…” he growled as he marked Jared’s neck with a giant hickey amongst the rosary he left there the night before. “You’ll work in one place, only one, I do not wish to see you tired and I do not wish to see you sweaty and smelly…” he kissed behind his ear. “I might even consider taking you with me to the office and pay you extra to be there in case I decide I need a cock warmer.”
Jared’s breathing was hitching but he tolerated everything. “you said you’d tell me…” he said as his traitorous cock got up at the stimulation; he let out a soft groan, so long since someone touched him like that. “Please…” he gasped and tried to move away one last time; Jensen sucked another mark on his neck; Jared hands were clutching Jensen’s perfectly pressed dress pants leaving them wrinkled.
“Please?” the rumble of his voice made Jared shudder. “Please what? stop?” and he changed angle. “Please more...?” Jared felt the soft wet touch of Jensen’s tongue on his neck; that was all he needed, while Jensen was laughing at him he came with a whimper.
( Follow Me )***
“I have to work…” Jared said the next day when he wanted to leave but Jensen stopped him.
Jensen was sipping an espresso as he read something on his tablet. “You’ll get killed and I don’t want to be the douche that can’t take care of a simple arm candy.” Jared huffed.
“Look…” Jensen said. “I had a horrible weekend and I have a million things to do…”
“You said so, if I want money I’d have to work for it, your money is for Jeremy and my dad.”
Jensen rolled his eyes setting the tablet down on its support, and leaving his cup pulled Jared to his lap; without asking or anything he kissed Jared, his hand traveling to the loose string tied pajama pants, fondling him without any pretense of kindness. Jared gasped and squirmed trying to move away, but Jensen’s hands only got rougher. In one move he had the already stained PJ’s string loose and his boxers down, only enough to pull his cock out.
“Stay still…” he growled as he marked Jared’s neck with a giant hickey amongst the rosary he left there the night before. “You’ll work in one place, only one, I do not wish to see you tired and I do not wish to see you sweaty and smelly…” he kissed behind his ear. “I might even consider taking you with me to the office and pay you extra to be there in case I decide I need a cock warmer.”
Jared’s breathing was hitching but he tolerated everything. “you said you’d tell me…” he said as his traitorous cock got up at the stimulation; he let out a soft groan, so long since someone touched him like that. “Please…” he gasped and tried to move away one last time; Jensen sucked another mark on his neck; Jared hands were clutching Jensen’s perfectly pressed dress pants leaving them wrinkled.
“Please?” the rumble of his voice made Jared shudder. “Please what? stop?” and he changed angle. “Please more...?” Jared felt the soft wet touch of Jensen’s tongue on his neck; that was all he needed, while Jensen was laughing at him he came with a whimper.
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Part ELEVEN
Part ELEVEN
