Chapter Tags: angst, cheating, love confession, smut, p in v, blowjob, dirty talking, daddy kink, degradation, creampie, fluff, slut shaming
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Jensen’s POV
Jensen’s about to call it a night, give up on the bottle of scotch he’s too nervous to make much of a dent in and just go to bed. Y/N is in New York, and she clearly needs some space right now. He can’t keep bombarding her, even though he just wants to make sure she’s okay. She’d sounded pretty upset on the phone. And while Jensen was under no illusion that they’d have a happy ending waiting for them after one drunken night of a very big mistake, he hadn’t quite predicted this either. Jensen might’ve started it, but Y/N was the one to finish it. Though, he can appreciate that maybe that makes it worse. She can’t put the blame on him, she can’t pretend that he talked her into it. But Jensen knows that if making him out to be the bad guy would make her feel a little better about the whole thing, he’d happily take the brunt of it all. He hates the thought of her blaming herself for all this, for carrying that burden on her own. He should’ve stopped them a second time. He should’ve known that she would have regretted it.
He takes one last swig of scotch and places it down, swallowing down the nausea with the alcohol, and as he goes to stand up, the front door opens and Y/N trudges through it. Her eyes are red and bloodshot and she just stares at him for a long moment, no words leaving her mouth. He hadn’t expected her back so soon, and given the state she’s in, he knows this is a bad thing. He instantly stands and closes the space between them, feeling her fall against him as he wraps his arms around her. He strokes her hair softly for a moment, letting her cry into his chest, and then eventually he quietly speaks up.
“You told him,” he guesses, but he’s surprised to feel Y/N shake her head against him. She doesn’t offer him another explanation though, so Jensen sighs. “Okay, you need a drink.”
He guides them both over to the couch and back to the scotch he’d been nursing, unscrewing the cap and handing her the bottle straight. She takes it, swigging some down and then licking her lips.
“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But if you do, I’m here to listen,” he offers.
They sit in silence for a moment as Y/N drinks the scotch straight from the bottle, but eventually she looks at him, her eyes red and puffy.
“So much happened.”
Jensen frowns softly, not liking where this is heading already, not sure what he can do to fix any of it, but he’s impatient to hear the story so he can figure it out.
“He’s not cheating,” she tells him, laughing sadly. “He… he bought us a house.” Jensen’s confused for a second, because he’s not sure how that warrants so much upset, though he can see how it could seem controlling. “It’s beautiful, too,” she admits. “Four bedrooms, a big garden, perfect for kids.”
Jensen just listens, and he assumes he’s hearing her think it all out loud too, because she hasn’t had that chance yet.
“It should’ve been perfect. But… it wasn’t,” she shakes her head. “All I could think about was that it wasn’t right. It wasn’t… it just wasn’t right,” she struggles. “At first I thought it was because I didn’t help pick it, y’know? He made this big decision without me… we’re meant to be a team. And then I thought about how he made the job decision for me too…” She licks her lips. “He loves me and he’s a good guy… but…” she stops and shakes her head.
She goes quiet for a moment, like she’s thinking it through, so Jensen’s patient, watching her closely.
“I thought maybe… maybe if I took this job and we lived here… that would be enough…” she goes on. “So I told him the truth, that I wanna move to Austin, that I don’t want to settle down in New York. I made him choose.” She looks up at him, tears now trickling down her cheeks. “He couldn’t… he had to think about it, and that was my answer.”
“Sweetheart, if he doesn’t want to follow you to the ends of the earth he doesn’t deserve you,” Jensen tries to tell her.
“You didn’t follow me,” she replies almost flatly.
“And I’ll never forgive myself for it,” he confesses. “Because now I’d go anywhere with you.”
Y/N looks at him, smiling ever so slightly for a second, and then she takes another swig of scotch and clears her throat.
“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” she admits, putting the bottle down. “It’s over. And that’s not even what’s upset me so much. The entire flight home I thought about it all, about why none of this felt right, and I realised what had really bothered me…” she admits.
“What?” he prompts, eager to know the answer so he can help her in some small way.
“None of it felt right because he wasn’t you.”
“Jesus christ, baby girl,” Jensen grunts, his fingertips digging harder into her hip as she rocks back to send him deeper. “Shit, careful,” he warns, biting his bottom lip hard. Y/N giggles, clearly feeling mischievous because she looks back over her shoulder with a smug grin and only wriggles her ass harder against him. Jensen feels his cock throbbing and pulls back, taking a deep breath.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” she teases, blinking at him innocently.
Jensen scoffs, breathlessly, shaking his head. “I have not missed you being this bratty,” he lies, slowly sliding back inside her tight, warm hole.
“Don’t lie,” she chides, frowning playfully. “You’ve missed it just as much as me.”
“Yeah, right,” Jensen replies sarcastically.
He laughs slightly when she glares and pulls away from him, turning around so she’s facing him and crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.
“Fine, if you didn’t miss me, I guess I’ll just head back to my own bedroom.”
She’s about to get off of the bed when Jensen’s fingers twist through her hair and tug her face back towards him.
“I don’t think so, I’m not done with you,” he warns, making her gasp for air. “Something tells me you haven’t been fucked like a whore in a long time.”
A smirk creeps over Y/N’s lips as she looks up at him, and then she bites her bottom lip. “I guess not, unless you count the last two days we’ve spent in this room.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jensen coos, dragging her face a little closer to his cock, so the tip is brushing over her lips. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
She opens her mouth and softly sucks on the tip, keeping eye contact with him the entire time, and then pulls back.
“He never fucked me as good as you can, that what you wanna hear?”
Jensen scoffs, and while it isn’t exactly what he was angling for, he’ll take the compliment. “Then why don’t you show me how much you’ve missed me,” he tempts.
Y/N once again opens her mouth, and Jensen thrusts his cock inside, right to the back of her throat, making her gag. He doesn’t relent, fucking her throat over and over as she chokes and splutters but eagerly sucks whenever she can. The change in sensation and position keeps Jensen on his toes enough that the orgasm that was building in the base of his stomach is now only fizzling. He watches spit collect in the corners of her mouth, watches it dribble down her chin, and when he thinks he’s ready to cum again, he pulls out, tugging her legs out from under her so she’s falling flat on her back.
Y/N squeals and spreads her legs, clearly excited for him to slide inside her once again, and Jensen wastes no time doing just that. He leans over her, throwing one leg over his shoulder, and lines himself up, thrusting to the hilt in one fluid movement. Y/N cries out, her nails dragging down his back as he fucks into her relentlessly, hard and fast from the offset.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts. “I’m never giving this up again, sweetheart,” he chuckles.
“Please don’t,” she begs, rotating her hips down to meet his thrusts. She sits up slightly, bringing her mouth close to his, her lips brushing over his own, her breath hot and sticky on them. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
“I won’t baby girl, you’re mine,” he reminds her, his tone a lot less abrasive than before.
She kisses him as if to seal the deal, and Jensen feels his cock throb, that orgasm once again building inside him.
“Cum for me, Jensen,” she pleads sweetly, like she knows him all too well – she probably does.
“Cum with me?” he asks, reaching down to rub little circles into her clit. She nods breathlessly as Jensen feels her clench around him, harder and harder which only coaxes his own orgasm to the surface.
When he finally pulls out of her, she gasps for air and throws her head back into the pillow, and Jensen crashes down beside her, pulling her in tight to his side. She snuggles against him which makes him smile, and he kisses her forehead gently.
It’s quiet between them for a few moments, which Jensen doesn’t mind, but eventually she speaks up.
“Do you think I’m a slut?” she asks.
“No, baby girl, you know all that is dirty talking,” he reassures her, kissing her head again.
“I know but… the amount of guys I’ve been with… that makes me a slut, right?”
Jensen frowns slightly, pushing her away just enough that he can see her face. “Why would you ask that? You know I don’t care how many guys you’ve slept with.”
“Drew found out about the others… not you specifically, but… Just that he wasn’t my first,” she explains slowly. “He called me a slut.”
Jensen feels anger flood his veins. “Well we already know that man is an asshole,” he grunts. Y/N giggles softly, clearly content with Jensen’s response. “How did he find out?” he wonders.
Y/N takes a deep breath and sits up slightly.
“Please don’t judge me,” she begs.
“Baby girl, when have I ever judged you?” She stares at him for a long moment and then nods her head.
“When he was moving all our stuff into the new place he found a box I’ve always kept under the bed. In that box was a… book,” she explains carefully. “Me and my friends used to joke about how funny it would be if we could leave a review on the guys we’ve slept with, like you know… Amazon or something.” He can tell she’s getting more and more embarrassed as her explanation goes on, and he finally realises what she might be trying to tell him. “It was childish and embarrassing, and I stopped doing it after a little while. But Drew found it, read some of the… reviews, and I guess got jealous that he wasn’t my only one.”
Jensen wonders for a moment what he could say to make her feel better about it. He realises there’s not much, because the damage was already done when Drew slut shamed her in the first place.
“I couldn’t even tell him what number he was,” she confesses.
“That doesn’t matter,” Jensen insists. “That’s in the past, the only thing that man should’ve concerned himself with was being your last.” Y/N bites her bottom lip thoughtfully then nods her head. “Anyway, his loss is my gain,” Jensen adds with a gentle smirk. “I’m so happy you’re back. I thought I’d lost you forever.”
Y/N leans down and kisses him gently. “I don’t think you ever truly did. I’ve always been yours,” she admits.
They kiss slowly and lazily for a few moments, and eventually Y/N pulls back and once again rests her head on his chest.
“So,” Jensen speaks up. “This review book… am I in it?” he asks, nonchalantly.
“You were about two years too late,” she laughs.
“Damn, I wanted to know what mine said,” he jokes.
“Hm, let’s see,” she starts, resting her head on her elbow. “Four out of five stars. Mind blowing sex, intense orgasms, but I’ve had to deduct a star because his age is showing… his stamina isn’t what it used to be.”
She smirks as she finishes quoting, and Jensen scoffs. “Excuse me, but how many times have I gotten you off since you got home?” he asks in disbelief.
“Not enough,” she teases, a glint in her eye.
“Oh right, that’s it,” Jensen laughs, pushing her flat onto her back and climbing over her.
Y/N instantly laughs hard, “what’re you doing, Jensen?”
“Earning that fifth star, I’m not having some other guy out do me.”
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