A Slice of Heaven ~ Part Three
Series Summary: When Jensen stumbles across Melody Meringue on a cam website, he just can’t forget her and his obsession blurs the lines between right and wrong.
Warnings: dark!Jake Jensen, masterbation, non-con, somnophilia, stalking, delusional Jensen.
Word Count: 1.8k
Notes: I’m so sorry about the delay in this chapter! Honestly there was some stuff that just wasn’t working in the chapter and it took me a while to figure out how to make it work but it’s here now. I hope y’all enjoy!
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Jensen hadn’t meant for it to come to this. He really hadn’t. Honestly he had expected it to just be a one time thing. But then he came back for the next show, and the next one after that. And then those public shows weren’t enough. He needed more. He missed Melody on the days when you weren’t performing and even when you were, he hated having to share you with creeps on the internet.
So then he started asking for private shows.
He wanted you to quit doing the public shows altogether but no matter how much he offered, or tipped, you remained resolute in your decision to deny him.
That was really what had sent him spiralling.
He found your real name easily enough through the company - they really needed better computer security. And pretty much once he had your name, he had everything. He hacked into your bank account that was linked to the site and found the company you lease your apartment from. From there, he found out exactly where you lived, and where you worked your “real” job as a sales assistant at the lingerie boutique downtown. He weaselled his way into your socials and combed through your posts and photographs, looking for any clues he could use to find out about your “real” life.
He wasn’t necessarily proud of everything that he had done in order to get close to you. He had lied to his friends, claiming he was taking time off for a holiday which was why he had flown halfway across the country. He had even had to miss several of the Petunias’ soccer games since he’d arrived in New York.
When he had left LA he had convinced himself that it wasn’t necessarily because he wanted to meet you. He just wanted a change of scenery, and if his new location just happened to be in the same city as you, well, that was a coincidence.
However after his last disastrous private session with you, he knew he could no longer hide in the shadows. He had attended your Friday show just like usual, and he had gotten achingly hard just like usual, but reading all of the comments you got and watching you sell yourself for other men’s desires had anger coursing through him. He had had to watch as you deep throated one of your dildos at the request of Big-Cock-Cuck. It had been easy enough for Jensen to find the user’s real name, and then his wife’s. He had sent out an email to her without even feeling guilty, and had placed him onto the blacklist for the website.
Those other men didn’t appreciate you the way Jensen did. They only saw you as someone to help them get off whereas Jensen had taken the time to get to know the real you. He had put in the effort, and now he was going to claim his reward.
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His years working with the agency had made it easy enough for Jensen to break into your apartment on Friday night after the countdown session. He had waited until after it had ended, his cock still straining against his pants as he left one of the safe houses the agency had in the city. It wasn’t a far walk to your apartment and his heart had raced the whole way there.
Up until this moment he had only watched from the outside but now he was finally going to enter your space. Jensen knew there probably wasn’t a way to turn back after tonight, but once he met you, you would realise what he could do for you.
The lock on the old door had been a piece of cake and Jensen slithered his way inside. He kept quiet but he knew you were probably already fast asleep, exhausted from the night’s activities.
Your home was nice, a little more spacious than Jensen would have thought for a city apartment but then he guessed with your side hustle you could afford it.
His first stop was your spare bedroom. He had seen it all through the camera, but there was something different about experiencing it first hand.
The fairy lights that normally bathed your body in a pink glow were turned off. It was eerie being here. Sitting in your private room in the dark. He was alone, but he was also with you. In his mind’s eye Jensen ran through everything he had seen you do in this room. He ran through all of the shows you had performed for him. The public, the private, the ones you had no idea about.
But sitting in the plush pink duvet, those memories which he had so cherished up until now, seemed to fade before his eyes. They were no longer played in technicolour and high definition, but more like a grainy, black and white silent film.
Maybe coming here was a mistake…
No. It wasn’t a mistake. It was further proof of what he needed to do. Of what must be done. You had to be shown what you were missing. What you needed. And he would be the one to do it all.
He left your little playroom with his mind made up and headed across the small corridor to your real bedroom.
It was only illuminated by the moon shining in from your open window, but it was enough for Jensen. He could see your chest rise and fall through the thin sheet that covered your body and you slept through his intrusion.
He cast a quick glance around the room before settling on the small desk in the corner. It looked like it doubled as a vanity but he wasn’t interested in your makeup, or even the computer lying open. He had already wormed his way past your security so you no longer had any digital secrets. What he wanted was the small little black book.
He scanned it quickly, finding today’s date and searched through the ink scribbles of your appointments. He looked through tomorrow’s schedule, trying to figure out when it would be best to “accidentally” bump into you. It seemed that you were working during the day and then were going out for birthday drinks with someone named Kelsey. Jensen mentally added the name to his growing folder of people in your life. But tomorrow seemed like the day.
He could stumble into your boutique, pretending to look for a gift. He’d be all smooth talking and charming, and when he went to leave you would realise you didn’t want him to. You’d realise that you wanted to spend more time with him and so you’d invite him along to your drinks that night. There he’d play the role of prince charming and you would invite him back to your place, after realising how perfect he was for you. He’d spend the night ravaging your body like he should have been doing these past few months and your love would blossom, just like that.
At the thought of you, his eyes cast back to your sleeping form.
Jensen could tell you were still deeply asleep from your heavy breaths. He felt a stirring inside of him as he thought of all the things he would do to you tomorrow night. Cougar was forever offering advice and Jensen was planning on using all of it. He’d make sure you would forever remember your first time together, but that didn’t mean you had to remember every time…
This would just be a little prelude to everything that would come.
His heart raced as he approached the bed. He couldn’t afford for you to wake up so he’d have to be careful.
He eased the sheet down your body and groaned internally when he saw you were only wearing panties and a cami. He loved all of the sets you wore for him but if he were being honest, he just preferred you naked. You didn’t need all that extra stuff to make you more appealing. You were perfect as is.
Jensen made sure you were still breathing deeply as he inched the tank top up your stomach, and above your breasts. Then, he slipped the flimsy cotton down your legs, baring you fully to him.
It was too much.
The sight of your naked body had him straining against his jeans. He wanted you. He needed you so freaking badly.
Blindly, he fiddled with his belt and forced his pants down to his ankles. His cock bobbed up against his stomach. The tip was swollen and glistened with beads of his precum. He needed friction on it now.
He picked up one of your lifeless hands and threaded his fingers through yours. Your fingers were dainty next to his, and your palms were uncalloused from handling weapons, unlike his, and it would feel all the better wrapped around him for it.
He brought your hand to his cock, groaning at the contact. Jensen struggled wrapping your hand around him, he was so thick that your fingers could barely meet, but still, it felt much better than if it were his own hand.
Slowly he moved your hand over his length, making sure to gather the precum in your palm, to help smooth your strokes.
It felt so good, having your hand wrapped around him like this. Jensen had been dreaming of this moment since the first night he saw you and now that he was here, it was so much better than he ever could have imagined. He sped up your hand moving along him and reached down to his balls, rolling the tender skin between his fingers.
He did feel slightly guilty that you would have no memory of your first time together, but really, it wasn’t that much different from all the hours that he had spent watching you through your webcam using his own hand or toy. Plus, wasn’t it a good thing that he was practising? He was already about to burst and he knew his stamina needed some work.
His hips started thrusting up into your hand as he felt his gut clench. He could feel the familiar pull of his orgasm about to take over so with one last thrust into your hand, he aimed down towards your bare chest. Hot ropes spurted onto your smooth skin and Jensen’s high whines seemed to echo in your room as he worked himself through the climax.
Jensen hissed as your hand fell away. He was sore and overly sensitive. This orgasm had seemed much more powerful than any he had felt before, but he deduced it was because of you. It made sense.
Your bed dipped slightly as Jensen sat down next to you. Your breaths were still deep and heavy, almost as if nothing had happened. However, the sticky white cum drying on your chest told a different story.
It almost pained him as Jensen used your panties to wipe off your chest. The only thing that helped get him through it was knowing that the cum soaked cotton would be pressed up against your cunt for the rest of the night. Plus, eventually he wouldn’t have to wipe his seed off of you. Not after tomorrow night if everything went to plan.
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