Chapter Tags: flirting, teasing, fluff, jensen being adorable
Chapter WC: 2220
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Jensen’s POV
“Have a good weekend, Jensen.”
Jensen looks up and smiles at Michaela as she sticks her head around his door.
“You too, sweetheart,” he replies with a gentle nod.
He instantly sees the excitement on her face at his moniker and internally scolds himself for it. He’d always naturally called women sweetheart or something similar thanks to his southern upbringing, but he’d been making a conscious effort not to use it around Michaela once he realised she had feelings for him. He’s never wanted to fan that fire, but even more so now that he’s spending time with Y/N. He doesn’t really know how to define what he has with Y/N, but he knows it’s more than sex – for him at least. And he knows it shouldn’t be more, but he can’t help how he feels about her. Truthfully, it reminds him of when he first met Clarissa, only… more, something different he can’t put his finger on.
But Jensen knows that however he defines his relationship with Y/N, it’s not built to last. It can’t. He can’t imagine ever telling Jared about them, or Clarissa and the rest of the family for that matter. He knows how bad it’ll look for him, despite her reputation. Hell, it’s not even legal right now given she’s his freaking student. It’s a pretty big mess that Jensen can’t even begin to think about cleaning up. So he buries it deep in his brain, under sexual attraction and desire and a passion he’s been craving to feel again for years.
Jensen realises that Michaela is still smiling softly at him and he scrambles for something to say to remind her that he’s not interested, hoping to quash that hope before it grows too much, but he can’t think of anything, so he just tells her that he’ll see her Monday and watches her leave. Jensen chews his bottom lip nervously for a moment or two and then his mind drifts back to Y/N like it always does. He’s always looked forward to the weekend break, but since things took a turn between them, Jensen’s looked forward to them all the more. As fun as the sex is, though, it seems to be all they do, and for once, he really just wants to spend time with her where neither of them are naked and he doesn’t have his dick inside her. How Y/N will take to that suggestion, Jensen doesn’t know, but he’s going to at least suggest it.
As usual for a Friday, Y/N doesn’t take too long to find herself at his office door. She’s already removed her tie, but as school is over Jensen can’t reprimand her for that, in fact, he reaches up and loosens his own for some relief.
“Happy Friday,” she smirks, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hey you,” Jensen replies softly, reaching across to tidy away some paperwork. “I’m still busy for a coupl’a hours, so how about you come to my place later?” he suggests.
“Or…” she starts, a mischievous grin on her face as she approaches the armchair. Jensen can’t help but think about the way she sat on it a few days before, no panties and dripping wet. He’d always promised himself they’d never fuck here and certainly not when school is still open, but he couldn’t resist that day – he can barely resist her at all now he knows what he’s missing. “I can sit here and distract you.”
Jensen sets her a playful glare. “No, I’m serious. I need to finish a few things. Come to mine around eight. We can have a movie night.”
Y/N arches her brow and licks her lips. “Oh you mean like Netflix and chill?”
“Yeah, I’ve got Netflix,” Jensen nods. “I can order pizza.”
Y/N smirks and gets up out of the armchair, much to Jensen’s relief.
“Perfect, I’m looking forward to it, Daddy,” she purrs, winking as she leaves. Jensen frowns softly to himself but decides to let it go, now more focused than ever on finishing his work on time, so he can spend some quality time with Y/N.
Jensen’s only just finished changing into sweatpants and a plain Henley when there’s a knock on his door. He smirks to himself at how eager Y/N always is, even if she’ll never admit it. He runs his fingers through his hair and answers the door with a smile on his face, seeing she’s no longer in her uniform. She’s now in yoga pants and a cropped top that’s slipping down her shoulder.
“Hey,” she smirks, slipping inside and under his arm as he holds the door open.
Jensen can’t resist turning around and letting his eyes drop to her ass. The pants are fitted enough that he knew it would be a good view, and he wasn’t wrong. But, that’s not why he invited her over tonight.
“I’m pretty hungry, are you?” she asks, turning around to face him again, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. Jensen tries his best to not let his mind wander.
“I’ve ordered pizza, unless you want something else?” he asks, moving past her to grab his cell from the counter in the kitchen and check the status of his delivery.
Y/N follows on behind him. “I don’t mind, Daddy.”
Jensen smirks and rolls his eyes to himself at her insistence on calling him Daddy. He knows she only does it to tease him, and if there’s one thing he knows about Y/N Padalecki, it’s that she’s the biggest tease he’s ever met.
He sees the pizzas are out for delivery and sets about pouring them both a whiskey after Y/N insists she’ll drink it all. In fairness to Y/N, she doesn’t flinch or wrinkle her nose when she takes the first sip, and Jensen assumes she’s drunk the stuff before; anything of Jared’s she could get her hands on, no doubt.
“Your finals are starting soon,” Jensen reminds her, walking them over to the couch. “All your teachers think you’ll graduate this time,” he continues, sitting down. Y/N rolls her eyes, sitting opposite him on the couch. “Thought about what you’re gonna do next?”
Jensen’s genuinely curious, and they don’t get much opportunity to have real conversations like this. He wants her to do well in life, he wants her to want more for herself than what she’s got now. She’s joked in the past about marrying a rich guy and living off his money, but she’s come a long way in the last few months, and Jensen’s hoping it’s something she’s seriously considered.
“Urgh, c’mon, can we not talk about school tonight?” she groans, tipping her head back.
Jensen chooses to ignore her protests. “What about college?”
“If I move away for college then how am I gonna keep fucking and annoying you?” she smirks, licking her bottom lip seductively.
“That’s the point, I’m trying to get rid of you,” he teases back playfully.
A knock at the door, which Jensen presumes is the pizza, cuts the conversation short, and he sighs, getting up to answer it. He’s hoping that at least planting the seed about college will get her thinking about going, but he’s not holding his breath.
Jensen flicks through his suggested movies and shows on Netflix, surprised Y/N isn’t piping up and telling him exactly what she wants to watch. She’s got a strong enough opinion on everything else in her life, and Jensen figured the movie they watch tonight wouldn’t be an exception. But she just lazes back, nursing her second whiskey as she places her feet in his lap. Jensen finds a fairly standard comedy and looks over at her for any indication that she might want to watch it or not, but she’s just scrolling through her phone, wiggling her foot back and forth mindlessly in his lap.
“If you’re just going to have your head in your phone all night there’s no point in you being here,” he teases.
She glances up from the screen and smirks softly, instantly dropping it into her lap.
“You sound like Dad, just pick one already,” she complains.
Jensen notices as her top slides further down her arm that there’s a flash of deep red lace, and he instantly recognises it as the same colour as the set he bought her. He hasn’t had the chance to see her in it yet, as they haven’t had any time alone since Tuesday when he gave it to her, and just the thought of seeing her in it – even only in his mind – gets him a little flustered, so he tries to distract himself with Netflix once more.
“Well, what type of movie do you feel like?” He asks, starting to scroll through again.
“Oooh, we should watch porn together, that would be hot,” she tells him excitedly, purposefully rubbing her foot in his lap.
Jensen scoffs, “pretty sure Netflix don’t do porn.”
He ignores the way she rolls her eyes, determined to not let her turn this night into just sex as usual, and decides to pick something himself. He settles on a light hearted comedy and reaches down to rub her foot as the movie starts up. Y/N relaxes back a little more reaching up to play with the hem of her top lazily as she looks at the TV and they fall quiet.
They’ve barely gotten ten minutes into the movie when Y/N starts huffing softly, wiggling in her place, her foot starting to rub over Jensen’s cock as if she’s doing it on purpose – who is Jensen kidding? Of course it’s on purpose. He chooses to ignore it, keeping his eyes on the screen until he sees in his peripheral vision that she’s reaching between her legs. She hums softly under her breath, and Jensen feels her eyes on the side of his face.
“What are you doing?” He asks, not taking his eyes off of the screen and giving her the attention she’s clearly searching for. “Are you even watching this?”
“No, why would I?” She scoffs, shifting further down the couch and now very obviously rubbing her foot over his cock.
“Because we’re having a movie night,” he reminds her, grabbing her foot and lifting it out of his lap.
“No, you invited me over for Netflix and chill,” she reminds him.
“Yeah, Netflix” –he refers to the TV– “and chill.” He vaguely gestures to them on the couch and Y/N’s eyes widen for a moment before she starts laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, dude,” she scoffs, shaking her head. “That is not what Netflix and chill means. You’re so old sometimes.”
“Hey,” Jensen warns glaring softly.
She sits up, leaning closer to him. “Don’t worry, old is hot.”
She kisses him, and Jensen finds himself kissing back. He likes kissing Y/N, and kissing doesn’t have to turn sexual, he reminds himself. But Y/N doesn’t seem to have gotten the same memo, because her tongue licks along his bottom lip and she pushes her hand into the open neckline of his Henley.
“Wait, what does Netflix and chill mean?” He asks curiously, pulling back when she tries to deepen the kiss.
“Why don’t I show you?” She giggled, leaning forward to kiss him.
Jensen’s got a fairly good idea what it means now and huffs. Of course he’s led her on on the one night he wanted it to not be about sex.
“Not tonight, sweetheart,” he protests softly, careful with letting her down.
“Why not? It’s nothing we haven’t done a lot of before, and we do it very well.”
Jensen laughs slightly sitting up straighter. “I know, baby girl, but that’s not what tonight was supposed to be about.”
Y/N purses her lips for a second and sighs, standing up. Jensen thinks she might be leaving now she knows she’s not getting what she always wants from him. Jensen would feel used, but he sees through it easily enough. That girl will never admit she wants more even though Jensen’s fairly sure she does.
He stares at her for a moment, waiting for her to have a go at him for leading her on or wasting her time, at the very least huff and leave. But instead, he watches as she grabs the hem of her top and pulls it over her head. That deep red lace he’d bought her hugs her body perfectly. Jensen had had to guess her size, but apparently he got that very right. He swallows hard, watching as she pushes her yoga pants down her legs and kicks them away.
“Are you telling me that I wore this for nothing?” She asks, her hands landing on her hips.
Jensen’s speechless, his cock already hardening in his sweatpants at the very sight of her. He swallows hard, licking his lips and preparing to speak, but he’s fairly sure he’s forgotten what the English language is.
“Because if I did, I’ll take it off,” she adds, playing with one of the bra straps.
“Yeah,” Jensen finally hears his own voice, breathy and broken, “you’re not taking that off any time soon.”
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