Chapter Tags: smut, handjob, making out, grinding, cheating, angst
Chapter WC: 1820
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Jensen’s POV
Three Weeks Later
As Jensen blinks his eyes open he realises there’s someone else in his bedroom, a shadow standing over his bed. He squints his eyes and then rubs them to be sure he’s not imagining things, but sure enough, Y/N is standing there at the foot of his bed, still dressed in an oversized shirt from bed.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he croaks out, starting to sit up slightly, “everything okay?”
Y/N doesn’t answer at first, she just stands there, playing with the hem of her shirt, exposing a little more of the tops of her thighs and chewing on her bottom lip.
“It’s just been so long, Jensen,” she finally confesses, sighing.
“Since what?” he asks, his tired brain struggling to keep up with what’s happening.
Y/N finally moves from her spot, rounding the side of the bed so she’s standing directly over him. She doesn’t say anything as she reaches down and peels the covers back, exposing more and more of Jensen’s body – only a tight pair of boxer shorts covering his decency – and then she drops the comforter at his feet, and reaches up for the buttons of her shirt. Jensen watches speechless, his mouth dry and his brain still not fully comprehending what’s happening. Y/N’s eyes lock with his, her fingers slowly unbuttoning her shirt, exposing more and more skin as she goes, and then she shrugs the material over her shoulders, dropping it to the floor to reveal nothing but a small pair of cotton panties clinging onto her hips.
Jensen swallows hard as she climbs onto the bed, throwing her one leg over his waist and sitting down on his crotch.
“What’re you doing?” he whispers out, afraid of not only the answer but snapping her out of whatever reverie she’s in.
“It’s been so long, Jensen,” she repeats with a soft whine, leaning herself down over him, her breasts brushing along his chest, her lips starting to ghost over his own. “I haven’t been touched in so long, I’m going crazy.”
Her hand reaches for his, guiding it towards her chest, and she encourages him to grope her breast, squeezing his hand for him.
“Sweetheart,” Jensen chokes out, his heart rate starting to pick up, his cock starting to harden slightly in his boxers when she brushes her lips over his and grinds her ass down into his crotch. “We shouldn’t,” he swallows, hating his own admission. He’d love nothing more than to pretend that this is okay – he wants this more than anything else – but it’s not okay, and he doesn’t want to make things worse between them. They’ve finally been mending their relationship, one that accommodates her new partner and life.
“Don’t you miss me?” she whispers, starting to pepper kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “Don’t you miss this?”
“You know I do,” Jensen chokes out, now groping her chest of his own accord, rolling his hips up to meet her own and create more friction.
“I want you Jensen, can’t stop thinking about the way you used to make me feel,” she whines, rolling her hips down harder still.
Jensen snaps. He only has so much resolve and that was very little right now, anyway. He wraps his arms around her tightly and rolls them over, leaning over her and kissing her passionately. Y/N whimpers and instantly kisses back, her hands desperately roaming his skin, like she’s reintroducing herself to places she’s not been for a long time. She looks up into his eyes, her own soft and wide, her lips a little swollen from their kiss and her hands smooth up to his face, holding it softly.
“I’ve missed you,” she confesses.
Jensen kisses her again, his hands travelling down to her panties, pushing them down her legs, and her own play with the elasticated waistband of his boxers. Her body has changed in the years they’ve been apart, but Jensen still feels like he knows it better than anyone else. Her hand pushes under the material of his boxers, seeking out his length, and then her fingers wrap around it and begin to tug softly. Jensen moans, bucking his hips to a rhythm that feels good, and then begrudgingly pulls back out of her reach, pulling her panties over her ankles so he can throw them to the floor.
He’s quick to return to her, her legs now open and wrapping around his waist as she pulls him closer by her hold. She once more returns her hand to his boxers, shoving them down to his thighs, her hand wrapping around his free cock, tugging harder than before.
“I need you, Jensen, need you so bad,” she whines, rocking her hips up, her wet pussy starting to rub along his length, and then she guides it to her opening, blinking her eyes up at him. “Please?”
Jensen blinks his eyes open. The sun now a little higher in the sky as it peeks through the curtains, and he instantly sits up, looking around for Y/N. It’s then that he realises his own hand is pushed into his boxers.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his mind casting back to the slightly blurry edges, the skips in time that didn’t make sense. He knows he should feel relieved it was only a dream, but God help him, he wishes it wasn’t.
He begrudgingly pulls his hand out of his boxers and rubs his face to wake himself up. The last thing he needs is more wet dreams about his ex-girlfriend. He throws his feet over the side of the bed and yawns, remembering Y/N standing right there, stripping off her shirt and climbing onto him. Jensen gets up before he can dwell on the dream, reaching for a pair of sweats to pull on so he can head to the bathroom and take a shower.
By the time he gets downstairs, Y/N is already dressed, sitting at the breakfast bar and staring at her phone like it’s wounded her.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Jensen checks, pushing away the images that are still replaying in his mind. He grabs a mug and some coffee, and turns around to see that she hasn’t even acknowledged his presence. “Hey, Y/N,” he calls a little louder, slapping his hand on the bar in front of her.
“Sorry, Jen. Was a mile away,” she excuses, reaching for her mug and taking a sip of coffee.
“What’s up?” he checks, leaning on the breakfast bar directly opposite her.
“Nothing, just… had a weird dream and my mind is… it doesn’t matter,” she concludes, shaking her head.
Jensen frowns for a moment, the idea flitting through his brain for a split second that maybe it wasn’t a dream after all.
“Not dreaming about me, are you?” he tries to joke.
Y/N glances up at him and scoffs, shaking her head. “It’s stupid,” she insists. “It was about Drew, I went home for Spring Break and he was… with this girl I’ve never seen before. Another one of his students, I think.”
“Oh,” Jensen nods, letting the information sink in.
“I know it’s just a stupid dream, but now I’m just feeling a little paranoid,” she admits, playing with her cell. “Especially because we’ve barely talked for weeks now.”
Jensen can’t help but think back to the golf trip, where he’d tested Drew. And while Jensen has since decided it was unfair of him to test Drew like that, and Drew’s response wasn’t exactly concerning, it also wasn’t entirely reassuring either.
“Well, do you think he’s capable of something like that?” Jensen asks carefully.
Instantly, Y/N’s eyes squint. “No, absolutely not,” she scoffs.
“Okay,” Jensen replies, holding his hands up in defence. “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about, it was just a dream. Probably just your mind relishing in your paranoia.”
Y/N nods for a moment, biting her bottom lip, and then she looks back up at him. “What if you’re wrong? What if we’re both wrong?” Jensen doesn’t really know what to say to that, so he just swallows hard. “I told him about the job… and maybe I’ve pushed him away, I don’t know. He was hard to reach before that. He has been for months.”
Jensen chooses his words carefully, not wanting to seem like the jealous ex and make her paranoia even worse – because he truly hopes Drew isn’t cheating on her – but he also doesn’t want to tell her everything is fine when clearly it isn’t.
“You know him better than I do,” he reminds her. “And I don’t want to make this worse for you, but if he wanted to he could… very easily. I really hope he isn’t, but maybe just think about it.”
Y/N shakes her head, swallowing hard, tears glistening in her eyes. “He’s not cheating, Jensen, he wouldn’t,” she insists.
“Okay,” Jensen relents, nodding his head. “So if he’s not cheating… what’s going on?”
“Who knows,” she scoffs, shaking her head. “I text him and I get short answers, I call him and he’s too busy to talk. I don’t even know what’s happening for spring break yet. Is he coming here? Am I meant to go back to New York?”
Jensen stays quiet, wishing he could give her any kind of answers, but he can’t. Eventually, he thinks of something to ask her, hoping he can help her figure out what’s going on.
“How did he react when you told him about the job?”
Y/N laughs sadly at the memory, tears now trickling down her cheeks. Jensen has to really resist the urge to wipe them away. “He basically said he was happy for me, but that I can’t take it.”
“That isn’t his decision to make,” Jensen argues.
“Of course it is, Jensen, he’s my partner. We’re a team. I can’t move back to Texas for good without him.” Jensen bites his tongue, not wanting to say everything swirling around his brain. “You didn’t even leave the state and look how it worked out for you and Clarissa,” she adds.
Jensen sighs heavily, shaking his head. “Me and Clarissa weren’t on the best of terms when I got this job, it’s partially why I took it,” he explains.
“Well me and Drew are hardly the happiest couple in the world right now either,” she counters. “I know you don’t want to hear it, Jensen, but I do love him, and I want this to work, and I’d do anything for him, including turning down this job.”
Jensen laughs sadly, shaking his head, not really able to comprehend that she’d give up something like this for some guy. The fact Drew has put her in this position at all doesn’t sit well with Jensen.
“Maybe you should just ask yourself if he’d say the same thing for you.”
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