#Jack O’Malley smut

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 3

Summary:  date number two with Dean, and you get a surprise at Jack’s work

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader, Dean Winchester X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  mentions of divorce, implied cheating, groping, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, angst, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.8K

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Series Masterlist

*dividers by @firefly-graphics​

“Hey, little man,” Callum holds his hand up for a high five as Jack and Finn walk into the station.  “I thought you were going to be with your mom this weekend,” he raises his eyebrows at Jack.  His eyes move over to a room, but Jack settles down in front of his desk, while Finn takes his seat.  “Jack,” Callum clears his throat, flicking his head to the side.

“Do you need water?” Callum shakes his head no, still moving his head over.  “What is your problem?”

“There’s a witness in room four.”

Jack sits up and looks over at the room before he bolts away.  Finn knocks a picture of the three of you onto the desk, but Cal picks it back up, only for Finn to push it over again, “What’s wrong?”

“Why is that on his desk?” Cal takes a deep breath and sits across from the little boy, “It’s because he doesn’t sit here, huh?”

“He sits there everyday,’ Finn throws his head back looking up at the ceiling, twisting the chair around.  “I think he likes thinking of happy times,” he taps his finger on the desk with a smile, “Open that drawer.”

Finn opens the door and sees more photos of him, you, and his dad.  “It’s a lie.  He won’t come home.”

“They’re working through some things, bud.”

“So he’s coming home?” Cal shrugs his shoulders, and Finn flings his body back in the chair again, “You know something I don’t know.”

“No, I know that your mom and dad really love each other.  And sometimes love is complicated.”

“Because I’m ‘perfect’ and he doesn’t want another baby.”

“It’s more than that.”

“He should have another baby with mom.  If that’s what would make her happy,” he tries to look over at the interrogation room where Jack was, but Cal stands quickly in his way.  “Why can’t I see?”

“You shouldn’t be watching witnesses, and for your dad’s sake, I hope that one is gone before your mom gets back,” pulling out his phone, Cal sends someone a text, and settles in front of the small boy.  “What do you want for Christmas?”

“School just started back.  Why are you asking me what I want for Christmas?”

“Just humor me.  I like an early list so I have time to make sure you’ve been nice instead of naughty.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Finn pushes the picture back down, and scoots it closer to Cal.  “Is that possible for you to do?”

“I wish I had an answer, Finny.  But I don’t.  Just have some faith,” Jack waits until the woman leaves out of the building before coming back into his office.  Giving his son a smile, he absentmindedly picks the picture back up, and looks over at Cal, “You’re cutting it close.”

Jack didn’t know why Robyn felt the need to show up at his place of work, especially since he told her that Finn was going to be there.  He knew he was making a bigger mess of things, but with you having a date, it made this decision easier.

You walk up the steps of the precinct, and with only two steps into the door, Nick was crowding around you, “So…we matched.”

“Uh-huh,” you answer awkwardly, trying to avoid looking in Jack’s office.  It looked like Cal’s giant frame was blocking most of your view though.

“You hadn’t responded to my messages though.”

“I’ve been busy.  I’ve got a son every other weekend.”

“I mean…this is going to come off rude, and I don’t mean it to, but Finn does fall asleep.  We could do something at your house.”

“No,” there was no way you were bringing any man to your house.  Especially not when Finn was there.  Your home was sacred to you.  It was a home you made with Jack, and the thought of another man laying in his spot on the bed made you want to forgive him completely.

“Oh…well, this weekend?”

“I…uh, I have plans.”

“You’re not just dragging me along?  You actually want a date?  Even though your husband seems to think that you’re going to get back together.  Is this awkward?  I mean…Jack, he…he’s used this place as a…Jack,” you wished your husband wasn’t behind you.  Nick was about to spill something.

You had a sinking feeling that Jack was keeping things from you.  And the last time that happened, it was hard to recover.  Late nights at the station started happening, texts more than phone calls started happening, and your need to have a baby got stronger, and you hated that feeling.  

“You’re early,” Jack looks over at Nick oddly.  He was too close.  That man never could keep his interest in you away.  He didn’t let it be a secret, or even the random hint that he wasn’t above a threesome.  Jack did not like Nick, and he wasn’t a fan of whatever this was.  “Nick?”

“You’ll let me know something in a couple of weeks, yeah?” You smile, nodding your head at him, and still Jack glares.  

You don’t give him a chance to say anything, before you turn to walk away, “What was that?” You shrug your shoulders, but he stops you in the middle of the station, “I have a right to know what that was.”

“Nick asked me a question.”

“What did he ask you?”

He was jealous.  It was wrong to actually get a thrill out of that, but after the things he had put you through, it served him right.  In a way it made you feel more confident.  You were still desirable, when sometimes you felt less than that with him.  As of late you had felt like nothing more than a wet place for him to sink into.  

“Why are you asking?  It’s a question that doesn’t pertain to you.”

“Oh, I see what this is.  You’re ‘dating’.  TJ told me all about your little night with whoever.  You think because you’re dating you can finally go after Nick.  You should know that he’s a player.  There’s a reason why he’s still single.”

“Oh my god.  You self centered, asshole.  I’m ‘dating’.  What the hell does that even mean?  Am I not allowed to?  Are you saying you’re not talking to someone?  Remember Jack, I’m the one who pays the fucking phone bill.  Just remember why we’re here.  Why don’t you be honest with yourself,” you spin on your heels and march towards your son.  Shutting down from this conversation because you didn’t want a fight in front of Finn.

“Hey, Finny, you ready?” He gives a quick look over to Cal, and Cal smiles, tapping on his nose.  Finn returns the gesture before getting up for a hug from Jack.  You loved that Cal was a safe place for Finn.  He had almost adopted the boy as his nephew, and always gave him good advice.

“Look at you,” he stands to give you a cheek kiss.  “Finny, take care of your mom for me, and I’ll take care of your dad for you okay?”

“Okay, thanks,” Jack stands annoyed watching you as Finn gathers his things, and you wave at both men, before taking your son home.  There was a weird feeling in here, and you had to get out.

“You’re an idiot.”

“She’s not supposed to come here,” Jack sits down in his chair, and kicks his feet up on his desk.  “Tell me what I need to do.”

“For starters, quit riding the fence.  If you want to be with Robyn, let go of your wife.  If you want to be with your wife, cut Robyn off.  Simple.”

“She’s ‘dating’.”

“Quit with your stupid air quotes.  ‘Dating’,” Cal shakes his head, and goes over to his desk.  Rummaging through a few files.  “You have a beautiful wife, and you love her.  This is confusing to your son.  Both of you are confusing him.  But that…you said that you wouldn’t have Robyn around your son.  Who was here, Jack?  And your wife.  She’d recognize her.  You did this to yourself.”

“And she’s miss innocent?”

“Jack, you’re my partner.  So take what I’m saying to you as someone who cares for you, but also her, and Finn.  When you first started talking to Robyn as ‘friends’ and your wife called you out on it, you should have listened.  She became distant because of that.  Then she wanted to have a baby to make you stay and love her more.  And you refused, what does that look like?  I love you both, and if you have real feelings for your bed buddy.”

“I’m not sleeping with her!  I’m not.  I haven’t had sex with that woman ever.  Never ever.  The only woman I have slept with for nearly a decade has been my wife,” he lets his face fall in his hands, because he knows what the right answer would be.  Saw the signs of you slipping away, and he pulled away just as much.

“She’s dating because she needs to see if she’s still in love with you.  And if you’re going to do whatever the hell that is, she deserves that.  You can’t get mad at her.  But, if it makes you feel better, she does still love you.  However, she sees Robyn around you again, you know what’s gonna happen.  If you want to save your marriage, save it.  Drop the bitch.  You have me to talk to.  And that,” he points over at the photo of the three of you in your last happy family photo.

“That is worth saving, bud.  Now, we have a case.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“You better.  Keep your mind off of that woman.”

“Dean, where are you taking me?” You look at the dingy building in front of you, and stop walking.  “I am not going in there.”

“Yes, you are,” he pulls you a bit harder, before stopping to bend his knees.  “Come on.  Hope on, princess.  We won’t let your feet touch the ground,” although you may giggle, there was a sweetness about this.  You jump on his back, and he starts walking to the building.  “This will be a treat.  You've gone soft, and don’t know how to have fun or let loose.”

He opens the door to the rowdy crowd.  Music blaring, beer in everyone’s hand, and right in the middle was a mechanical bull.  “Nope.  Put me down.  I am not getting on that thing.”

“Yes, you are.  I’ll go first.  I just wanna see if you still know how to ride.”

“I have never rode a mechanical bull, Dean.”

“Wasn’t talking about the bull,” you give him a little pinch to his nipple, and he laughs, turning his head for a quick kiss.  Dean walks over to the bar, ordering two beers, and still with you on his back, he carries you to his favorite table.  “Best seat in the house.”

Sitting you down, you can’t help, but smile at him.  It was comforting having someone from your past.  He was still the same ole Dean that you remembered, but there were definitely some changes.  When he smiled his eyes crinkled up, but you found him even more attractive than before.  Reaching out to grab your hand, his thumb draws shapes over it, and they were rougher than you remembered.  

His voice was a bit deeper, but that you didn’t mind one bit.  He still liked to wear multiple layers to his ensemble.  Apparently, you had a type in the clothing department.  But then he started singing along to the music, before he pulls you up with him, “Alright, you gotta get on there.  You’re a mother, so prove to yourself you still know how to have some fun.”

He was right.  Biting at his lip, he nods as you walk up to the beast.  Needing a bit of help getting on, and thankfully the driver was taking it slow.  Letting the bull rock you back and forth slowly.  Jiggling the bull just so your tits would get some recoil action, and you hadn’t felt this sexy in a long time.  Dean was nearly frothing at the mouth with every twist and turn of the bull.  When the mechanic tires of playing with you, he spins it quickly, and you fall off giggling.  Ready to go again.  

But with a large hand gripping yours, he pulls you up to him, and practically runs out of the building.  Dragging you to his car, and he lifts you up.  Your legs wrap around him, and you take a few staggered breaths.  “Either we get in the back of this car, or I gotta go home.”

“Those are the only choices?”

“I let you get away one time, I don’t want to do it again.  This may just be fun, and we’re living wildly like we were younger, but I know you’re feeling things,” wrong.  You were feeling sexually frustrated.  You were feeling giddy, but things weren’t strong.  “Fine.  Fine, that’s fine, but don’t let us go again.  Let’s…”

“Dean, we’re just having fun.”

“Fine.  Then let's have fun in the back seat?  For old time’s sake,” wrapping your hands around his head, you pull him in for a bruising kiss.  This was not high school kissing, this was years of practice.  The both of you knew what you were doing now.  Your body grinds over his front as he blindly opens the back door, and carries the two of you inside.

Dropping you on the seat, he closes the door behind him, and you were back to attacking him again.  Weaving your fingers in his hair, and pulling him close.  He pulls off of you, starting to kiss down your neck.  You arch your back up to him as he gets lower on your body.  Pulling your shirt down, his thumb traces over the top of your bra.  Those green eyes look up at you for confirmation, but you were too into the moment.  Just enjoying the small pleasures of his mouth.

Mouth wide with panting breaths, he kisses further down, pulling down your bra, until he exposes your nipple.  His hips roll into your covered core, and when you whimper, his hand goes to your pants.  Only getting to your button, when you pull his hand back up, “I’m not sleeping with you in the back of this car.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I said, I wasn’t sleeping with you in the back of this car,” while he may huff a bit, he crashes his mouth back into yours.  Dean opens his eyes while the two of you make out.  He didn’t understand why you were being so hesitant.  You were holding back, and he had to make sure that your husband understood that you were back where you belonged.  Especially since you were being shy.  He starts kissing down your neck with open mouth kisses.  Giving that sensitive area behind your ear a nibble.  

Blowing his hot breath on you, and you were still weak with that motion.  It would leave a mark, and he hoped your husband saw it.  He could stay separated from you, until the divorce happened.  It was inevitable he was back in your life.  Right where he was supposed to be.

Your pocket vibrates and Jack’s ringtone sings softly, and you pull Dean off you, “Stop.  That’s…Dean, stop.  Jack never calls,” he leans back on his heels, and admires his handy work.  You definitely had a few spots on your neck.  The way you were completely blissful with his motions, “Jack, what’s wrong?”

“He’s running a fever, and throwing up. I’ve got him medicine, and he’s fine, but he wants you.  I know, I’m sorry.  You want me to meet you back at home?”

“I’ll come to you.  I’ll be right there,” sitting up, you readjust yourself, and move to open the door.  “Can you take me to my…Jack’s apartment?  My baby is sick and he needs me.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, that’s fine.  Kid needs his mama.”

You brush Finn’s hair away from his face.  Painting your finger over his heated skin.  He was fine.  But there was something about a mother’s touch. He knew that whenever he needed you, you would be there.  Despite whatever was going on between you and Jack, Finn deserved both his parents.  You lean forward, giving him a kiss on his forehead, and pull the covers tighter around him.

You weren’t sure where time had gone, or even how you had got here.  You and Jack had made it work for so long, and now it just seemed like you couldn’t.  It was either you or him that was bucking at changing.  “Come on, let him sleep,” Jack says from the doorway.  Looking at him for only a moment more, you stand and leave him in peace.  

“Call me if…”

“Stay,” you shake your head no.  It was a bad idea, “Please, he’ll want to see you in the morning.”

“Jack….”

“Please?  You’ve never stayed here.  I’ll wake up and get on the couch before he wakes.  Sweetheart, I don’t wanna be alone.  And I can’t tend to him the way you did.  We can just sleep.”

You lick at your lips, even though you could still feel Dean on them, you could taste Jack.  You didn’t think you could ever forget the way that he tasted, the way he felt, or even the way he touched you.  “I don’t wanna sleep,” you whisper as he walks backwards to his room.  Closing the door softly, he locks it, before the two of you start devouring each other.

A jumbled mess of hands and clothes as you remove things from each other.  Pulling off a shirt to kiss, only to stop to pull down pants.  It was fast and desperate.  But felt right, even though you knew in the morning all those emotions would come crashing back down.  He scoots himself on the bed, holding out a hand for you, and you sling a leg over his.  Straddling him when you start to sink over his cock.  

Sliding all the way down to the root, and your head looks up at the ceiling, whispering out a moan.  You give yourself a moment to adjust to his girth, and his hands discover you all over again.  The tips of his fingers glide over your soft skin.  Gripping onto your hips when you start grinding over him.  

Looking back down at Jack, it was the first time that you had seen him look at you like that in a long time.  His eyes full of lust.  You knew he loved you in his way, but you forgot what this felt like.  And just how it made you feel…desirable.  Realizing that this was something else that had been missing in your marriage.  

You bounce over him faster.  Watching his face turn into pure pleasure.  You were doing this for him.  He was beautiful like this.  Your hands press down onto his chest, and he holds on tighter.  His fingers leaving bruises in their wake.  Racing for a quick release.  Things were becoming too real, and you weren’t ready to deal with it.  Riding him like your life depended on it, and when his mouth falls open, and he lets out that high pitched ahh, you keep going.  You would get off.

Overstimulating him in the process as his cream leaks out onto his pelvis.  His eyes went from lust to love.  His face softening while your walls clench down tight around him.  Almost there.  Giving him a dirty grind when your body releases that sweet euphoria, and you lay down on his chest.

Jack wraps his arms around you, and lets his fingers pet on your back, “Why can’t we make this work?” You feel your resolve start to fall as tears cloud your vision.  “Jack, you’re all I never wanted, but you gave me everything I needed.  What happened to us?”

He lays there silently, still drawing shapes on your back.  “I don’t know how to answer that.”

“When we got together, we weren’t looking for a kid and a marriage.  It was tough.  But we did it.  We gave each other what we needed, but I’m afraid that neither of us are what we wanted in our lives.”

His body trembles underneath you when he lets his tears finally break through.  He had held them in for far too long.  Refused to show you his vulnerable side.  “Jack?”

“Don’t do this.”

“What are we fighting for?”

“Don’t…don’t do this to me,” you give him a kiss on his chest, because he didn’t get it.  “Don’t do this to us.  I love you.”

You close your eyes slowly, “Was it the same woman?”  He doesn’t answer, but his breathing was still rapid.  “She was there today, wasn’t she?  I saw her come out of the precinct, and she gave me a weird look.  You said you weren’t going to talk to her anymore.”

“We’ve never done anything.”

“You chose her company over mine.  This was the last time, Jack.”

“No.”

“Tomorrow, I’m going home.”

“No.  Don’t.”

“Monday, I’m filing for divorce.  You can go after that woman all you want.  Changing her number doesn’t mean anything.”

“Please, stop.”

“I asked you to stop a year ago,” you lift off him, letting your combined cum linger on his pelvis.  Getting up you go to grab his shirt, and your panties.  “I won’t hinder you anymore,” he cries your name, and sits up.  Those baby blue eyes peering at you with so much pain, but it didn’t matter anymore.  

“Why are you doing this?”

“You did this.  I’m just finally letting you go.  You can’t expect people, me, your wife, to hear the same lies over and over again.  We are just talking.  We are just friends.  We were just having dinner.  I wanted that with you.  Your wife.  Now, I’ll have that with someone who wants that with me.  You gave me what I needed, but never what I wanted.  And I did the same to you.  We’re too different.  We tried.  I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

Jack stares up at the ceiling, and lets his tears soak his face.  Cal was right.  He was always right, and Jack was too stubborn to listen.  He thought that you were happy just going out with TJ.  Letting your best friend take the seat he should have been sitting in.  You had waited too long to voice what you needed, but you couldn’t do it anymore.  It wasn’t fair to either of you, and it wasn’t fair to Finn.  It was better this way, but Jack didn’t believe that.

He picks up his phone when Robyn texts him, but lays it back down.  He knew it was his fault and not hers, but still he blamed her.  Had she not come into his life, he wouldn’t have put a friendship ahead of you.  

“Next date, I’m sleeping with Dean.”

Good for you.  Why?

“I’m filing for divorce Monday.  I can’t do it.  I saw her at his office today.”

Baby, I’m sorry.  You and Jack can still be friends.

“We never were,” you lie to TJ and lie to yourself.  In that moment you forgot the love that you and Jack shared between each other.  It was just easier that way.  You didn’t want to be with Dean.  You had fun with him.  But a moment from your past, to remember young love was what you needed.  And that way you can enjoy your present, and then on to your future.  You deserved that.

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MASTERLIST!!

Things I am willing to write!!

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x OC

Smut

Ships

Fluff

Angst

Lemons

Most AU’s

(basically anything that isn’t illegal!!)

Supernatural

- Sam Winchester

- Dean Winchester

- Castiel Novak

- Jack Kline

- Lucifer

- Crowley

- Gabriel

- Charlie

- Chuck (depends)

Grey’s Anatomy

- Meredith Grey

- Derek Shepherd

- Alex Karev

- Christina Yang

- Izzie Stevens

- Mark Sloan

- George O’Malley

- Callie Torres

- Owen Hunt

- Jackson Avery

- Arizona

Hamilton

- Alexander Hamilton

- Aaron Burr

- Marquis de Lafayette

- John Laurens

- Eliza Schuyler

- Angelica Schuyler

- Peggy Schuyler

- Maria Reynolds

- Thomas Jefferson

Stranger Things

- Steve Harrington

- Jonathan Byers

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Nancy Wheeler

- Billy Hargrove

- Vecna

Genshin

- Any ADULT character

MHA

- Todoroki Shoto

- Katsuki Bakugo

- Kaminari Denki

- Aizawa

- Sero

- Monoma

- Shinsou

- Jirou

- Uraraka

- Etc…

The Turning (MOVIE)

- Miles (<3)

Seven Deadly Sins

- Ban

- Meliodas

- Diane

- King

- Gunther

- Elizabeth

- Merlin

- Howzer

- Gilthunder

Naruto

- Naruto

- Sasuke

- Sakura

- Shikamaru

- Kiba

- Choji

- Kakashi

- Shino

- Kankuro

- Gaara

- Hinata

- Orochimaru

- Kabuto

- Neji

- Temari

Prodigal Son

- Malcolm <3

Shameless

- Fiona

- Carl

- Lip

- Ian

- Mickey

- Steve

- Etc

That’s all I can really think of right now, but if you have requests for any unlisted shows/movies, don’t hesitate to ask!! ^^

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Requests Are OPEN

(I’m happy to do crossovers for anyone who like one)

I’ll do more than just romance ideas as well, if you want a father/daughter or best friends, siblings etc. that’s completely okay. This is also the same masterlist for if anyone wants any Match-ups, gifs, icons basically just anything you want. If it's in italics then it's because those are my favourite or the ones I just find easiest to write. One-shots: Whatever relationship you like, characters included and either writing prompt or small idea of what you want to happen Match-ups: Fandom (as many as you like), gender/pronouns and sexuality, basic description of physical features and some hobbies/interests, style, any extra info if you like

MINORS

⭐  - Headcanon

❤ - Romance

💋 - Smut

💛 - Fluff

🌹 - Angst

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MASTERLIST

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Requests are open for the following fandoms: 

The Alienist

Cyrus

John Moore

Laszlo Kreisler

Lucius Issacson

Marcus Issacson

Sara Howard

Stevie

The Breakfast Club

Allison Reynolds (the basketcase)

Andrew Clark (the jock)

Brian Johnson (the nerd)

Claire Standish (the princess)

John Bender (the criminal)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Angel

Buffy Summers

Rupert Giles

Oz

Spike

Willow Rosenberg

Xander Harris

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Alex Blake

David Rossi

Derek Morgan

Elle Greenway

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Kate Callahan

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid

DC - (I'm not the biggest fan so the character list for this is short)

(any characters from)

Aquaman

Wonder Woman - I haven't watched 1984, sorry

Divergent

Caleb Prior

Christina

Eric

Peter

Tobias Eaton

Tori

Tris Prior

Will

Doctor Who

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Amy Pond

Glee

Artie Abrams

Blaine Anderson

Britney Pierce

Finn Hudson

Jake Puckerman

Kurt Hummel

Kitty Wilde

Marley Rose

Mike Chang

Noah Puckerman

Quinn Fabray

Rachel Berry

Santana Lopez

Sam Evans

Tina Cohen-Chang

The Greatest Showman

Anne Wheeler

Charity Barnum

Charles Stratton

Jenny Lind

Lettie Lutz

Phillip Carlyle

P.T Barnum

W.D Wheeler

Grey’s Anatomy (up to the end of season 9)

Addison Montgomery

Alex Karev

Amelia Shepard

April Kepner

Arizona Robbins

Callie Torres

Christina Yang

Denny

Derek Shepard (McDreamy)

Finn Dandridge (McVet)

George O’Malley

Izzie Stevens

Jo Wilson

Lexie Grey

Mark Sloan (McSteamy)

Meredith Grey

Miranda Bailey

Owen Hunt (McSoldier)

Richard Webber

Teddy Altman

Harry Potter

Angelina Johnston

Blaise Zabini

Dean Thomas

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Katie Bell

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Pansy Parkinson

Ron Weasley

Seamus Finnigan

(Young) Tom Riddle

Bellatrix Lestrange

Hagrid

James Potter

Lily Evans

Narcissa Malfoy

Newt Scammander

Nymphadora Tonks

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

The Hunger Games

Beetee

Cato

Cinna

Clove

Effie Trinket

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthrone

Glimmer

Haymitch Abernethy

Joannah Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Marvel

Peeta Mellark

Primrose Everdeen

Rue

Inkheart

Dustfinger

Farid

Meggie

Mortimer

Knives Out

Benoit Blanc

Marta Cabrera

Ransom Drysdale

Kong: Skull Island

Cole

Houstan Brooks

Jack Chapman

James Conrad

Mason Weaver

Mills

San

Slivko

Lab Rats

Adam Davenport

Bree Davenport

Chase Davenport

Donald Davenport

Douglas Davenport

Leo Dooley

Marcus Davenport

Tasha Davenport

Mamma Mia

Sky

Donna Sheridan

Rosie

Tanya

Sam Carmichael

Bill Anderson

Harry Bright

Sophie Sheridan

Marvel Cinematic Universe (I haven’t watched WandaVision but it’s on my list, I just don’t want to ball my eyes out)

Baron Helmet Zemo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Darcy Lewis

Drax

Gamora

Groot

Jane Foster

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Nebula

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Rocket

Sam Wilson

Sharon Carter

Shuri

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

T’Challa

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Vision

Wanda Maximoff

The Mighty Ducks

Adam Banks

Charlie Conway

Connie Monreau

Dean Portman

Dwayne Robertson

Fulton Reed

Gordan Bombay

Greg Goldberg

Guy Germaine

Jesse Hall

Julie Gaffney

Lester Averman

Luiz Mendoza

Russ Tyler

Ted Orion

Terry Hall

NCIS

Eleanor Bishop

Kate Todd

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Nick Torres

Timothee McGee

Tony Dinozzo

Ziva David

Now You See Me

Daniel Atlas

Dylan Rhodes

Henley Reeves

Jack Wilder

Lula May

Merritt McKinney

One Tree Hill

Brooke Davis

Haley James-Scott

Lukas Scott

Mouth McFadden

Nathan Scott

Peyton Sawyer

The Originals

Aiden

Davina Claire

Elijah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Joshua (Josh) Rosza

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Pitch Perfect

Barden Bellas

Beca Mitchell

Chloe

Emily Junk

Fat Amy

Flo

Stacie

DSM

Kommissar

Pieter Kramer

Treblemakers

Benji

Bumper Allen

Jessie

Rush

James Hunt

Niki Lauda

Scandal (seasons 1-3)

Abby Whelan

Charlie

David Rosen

Fitz Grant

Harrison Wright

Huck

Jake Ballard

Mellie Grant

Olivia Pope

Quinn Perkins

Stephen Finch

Sherlock (RDJ Movies)

Irene Adler

John Watson

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock BBC

Greg Lestrade

Irene Adler

Jim Moriarty

John Watson

Mary Watson

Molly Hooper

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Suits (I'm halfway through S3, just finished thingy oils plotline)

Donna Paulsen

Harvey Spectre

Louis Litt

Mike Ross

Rachel Zane

Supernatural

Castiel

Charlie

Claire Novak

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Gabriel

Rowena

Sam Winchester

Teen Wolf

Adrian Harris

Allison Argent

Bobby Finstock

Chris Argent

Derek Hale

Hayden

Issac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Kira Yukimara

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate/Hale

Noah Stilinski

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

Twilight

Alec

Alice Cullen

Bella Swan/Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Demitri

Edward Cullen

Embry McCall

Emmet Cullen

Esme Cullen

Felix

Jane

Jasper Hale

Leah Clearwater

Paul Lahote

Quill

Rosalie Hale

Sam

Seth Clearwater

The Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman

Bonnie Bennet

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Enzo St. John

Damon Salvatore

Jenna Sommers

Jo Laughlin

Kai Parker

Matt Donovan

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Lexi Branson

Liv Parker

Valerie

Vicki Donovan

X-Men

Charles Xavier

Erik

Kurt Wagner

Logan

Raven

Youngblood

Dean Youngblood

Derek Sutton

Jessie Chadwick

Coach Murray Chadwick

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[kyluxadjacents]

FANFIC Kissing, Confessing by oorsprong

Summary: Moon and Gage settle in for the night at an inn and talk about the past.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Moon (True Grit) + The Snickers Commercial Cowboy

Disaster Cowboys (Moon/Azarado Gage)

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Resolute by spiteandmalice

Summary: Philip is trying to become an actual responsible adult. But first, he’s going on vacation.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit), Bea (Peter Rabbit)

Phomas + Bea (Thomas/Phillip/Bea)

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Withdraw by starkickback

Summary: A bunch of adjacent ships converge in a spooky old house.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Abraham H. Parnassus (SNL), Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Paterson (Paterson), Rick (Tracks), Sevier (Midnight Special), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal), Stensland (Crash Pad), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit), Matt the Radar Technician

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson), Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland), Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie), Parnassus/Faraday

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Blind Confidence by Jathis

Summary:  “I wish I could go out and eat in the cafeteria like everyone else.”

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff

Clan Techie (Dredd), Matt the Radar Technician

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Kyluxception - Adjacents' Month 2019 by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: Collection of works for Adjacents Month

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Other characters as apply

Flip Zimmerman/Gabriel O’Malley

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Whispers by spiteandmalice

Summary: It starts with a whisper amongst the Stormtroopers. An assassin, sneaking ship to ship, killing as he goes.

Teen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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this glistening hour by srawratskcuf

Summary: Paterson saves Ash, or maybe it's the other way around.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Paterson (Paterson), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror)

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson)

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Aquatic Rescue by Jathis

Summary: He watched the Human carefully from just below the waves. His cousin had always told him to stay under the waves, moving with the motion of the water. It was easier to blend in that way, ensuring the Humans wouldn’t be able to spot him from their boats.

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Mermay

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Hold Your Tongue by srawratskcuf

Summary: Stensland asks Clyde to shut him up. By sitting on his face. Clyde is more than happy to oblige.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Light Years Away From You by Tagatha

Summary: The First Order were not spared from the snap.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Angst

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Obsidian by dreamyafterdark

Summary: Freddie Joyce is stewing in prison, until a mysterious man appears, hell-bent on getting him out of there.

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Angels & Demons

Man (Archangel) & Freddie Joyce (Calvary)

Fredman (Freddie Joyce/Man)

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Gloriously filthy by dreamyafterdark

Summary: Gareth Averill has a problem. When he gets nervous or excited, his skin breaks very easily, and oh how the blood flows

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Gareth (Your Bad Self) + Neil (Gayby)

Gareth (Your Bad Self)/Neil (Gayby)

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Undercover by starkickback

Summary: Paul and Monty's "relationship" is on the rocks. Monty will have to call for reinforcements.

Teen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Sevier (Midnight Special), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal)

Ponty (Paul Sevier/Monty Schaefer), Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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The Fire Theft by for_autumn_i_am

Summary: On a lonely night in 2019, sad med student Faraday got a boner and it nearly ruined his entire life.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Basil Anthony (Man and Boy), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger)

Basilday (Dr. Faraday/Basil)

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Hold You Tight by spiteandmalice

Summary: Paterson meets AA Milne and invites him into his life.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Paterson (Paterson), A.A. Milne (Goodbye, Christophe Robin)

Milne/Paterson

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Oh Detective, My Detective by Chifuyu

Summary: A disgruntled Flip Zimmerman working undercover, a bored Gabriel O'Malley & a mafia wedding. What could go wrong?

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen)

Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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Carried with Him on the Crosswise Streets by CallmeLyss1

Summary: Faraday and Basil navigate life in 1950s New York, their respective pasts, and a possible future.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

BDSM, Smut, Medical Kink

Basil Anthony (Man and Boy), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger)

Basilday (Dr. Faraday/Basil)

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Just A Conversation by DaisyChainz

Summary: Stensland meets a handsome stranger in the jazz club. Paul isn't sure if he's in the right mindset to get picked up.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Sevier (Midnight Special), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Sevierland

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May I Have This Dance by dreamyafterdark

Summary: When Dr. Faraday spots a young disabled man trying to kill himself on his property, his instincts as a human and a doctor prompt him to try and intervene.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Suicide Attempt

Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger), Glen Stetson (You Don't Know Jack)

Doctor Faraday/Glen Stetson

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take my hand (take me whole life, too) by sstensland

Summary:  His eyes meet Techie’s. Warmth fills him. Butterflies flutter in his gut. He feels light, dizzy, under the gaze of those big blue eyes. There's a pull—magnetic or otherwise—bringing them closer together. Or is that just Matt’s imagination? His desperation? The crush he’s been harboring for the last six months? Has he finally gotten to the point of desperation?

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fluff

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Out of Hand by srawratskcuf

Summary: Stensland has an unusual proposal for Clyde.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Once Upon A Time At SWC by HastaLux

Summary: Techie attends a Star Wars Convention dressed as General Hux and meets a really awesome guy dressed as Kylo Ren.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Sample Taking by Naniris

Summary: Paterson, as the first man on Mars, takes routine semen samples to check how being on Mars affects his sperm count.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Masturbation

Paterson (Paterson), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror)

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson)

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Transient by DaisyChainz

Summary: Clyde Logan is in town to get his new arm fitted properly.

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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happiness isn't happiness (without a violin-playing goat) by storytellingape

Summary:  Thomas runs a little toy shop in Crouch End with the aid of his intrepid shop assistant, struggling actor Adam Sackler. Then Adam catches a big break that catapults him into stardom. The rest is history.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff

Adam Sackler (Girls), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit)

McSackler (Adam Sackler/Thomas McGregor)

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And They Were Cellmates by BoStarsky, StartingWithTheRidingCrop

Summary: Or the one in which Stensland ends up in prison with Clyde and they slow burn their way to heaven.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Last Kiss by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: There is a way for Caleb to get out. He's not sure if he wants to take it or not.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hurt/Comfort

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Caleb (Ex Machina)

Caleb/Clyde

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Adjacents Three by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: Rental car problems Bea being... unreasonable... And Thomas just needed to go to that bar and get a pint. Of course he did.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Ronald Peterson (The Dead Don't Die), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit)

Peterson/McGregor/Matt (Technical McPocalypse?)

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Long Past by Ezlebe

Summary: “Shit,” Clyde curses, drawing the whiskey bottle back and up the right direction, watching money more than liquor dribble down the bar and into the cracks. “I – shit. Hey there, Monty.” “Logan,” Monty says evenly, leaning forward slightly over the bar. It might only be imagination, but he looks… disappointed, a tight smile crossing his lips before he looks down at the mess. “Sorry to surprise you.”

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal)

Monty/Clyde

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Three Things by Thrasirshall

Summary: “Gabriel O'Malley, you are now under arrest, you have the right to remain - ” 

There was a grunt from Gabriel, “I remember these being a lot more pleasurable.” 

“ - silent. Please use it.”

Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

A/B/O, Zombie AU, Mpreg

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen)

Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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A gift from God by rudbeckia

Summary: Captain Henry, running for his life through the forest where he has been trapping, trips and falls unconscious. When he wakes, he is still in a forest but it is very different. He meets a ragged man, close to starvation, who says Henry is proof that he has not been abandoned by God for his despair.

Between them, they must survive, work out where they are, and find a way back to civilisation.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hurt/Comfort

Garupe (Silence), Andrew Henry (The Revenant)

Henrupe (Andrew Henry/Garupe)

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And You Don't Say Much (but I Lose It When You Do) by itsallaboutflowermetaphors

Summary:  “You wanna, like, do stuff?” Matt asks quietly, leaning forward to whisper into Techie’s ear hoping the mic won’t pick up his voice.

They talked about it before, how they maybe want to do something where people might listen in.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Bait by Deadsy, Ktula

Summary: Techie’s goal is a slow takeover of the First Order network via virus-infected porn. Call it an insurance policy. The side-effect is that porn doesn't do shit for him anymore, but that was bound to happen. His dick works fine for everything else, so when he gets edgy, he fucks someone anonymously. Crosses their name off the list, one and done. No repeats. It's fine.

Explicit

Rape/Non-Con

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Caleb's Lucky Day by liviay

Summary: After receiving the best news ever on his job, Caleb meets a weird guy on the subway, and the day gets even better...

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff, Smut

Adam Sackler (Girls), Caleb (Ex Machina)

SackSmith (Adam Sackler/Caleb Smith)

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What Would It Take? by srawratskcuf

Summary:  Techie is extremely insecure and doesn't understand why someone as built and hot as Matt could ever be into him. When it comes to sex, he's afraid that he won't compare to Matt's past partners and that Matt will leave him. The first time Matt penetrates him, he's nervous and underprepared and it's so, so painful but Techie doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to disappoint Matt. Instead, he encourages Matt to keep going because it's obvious that Matt is enjoying himself, even if Techie isn't. This makes Matt get rougher and rougher because he thinks he's pleasing Techie, when he is really putting him in increasing pain. Matt was actually a virgin and Techie's worry about past partners is completely unfounded. Somehow Matt finds out afterwards and hurt/comfort ensues.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hurt/Comfort, Dub-Con

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

#Kylux #Kylux Adjacents #Kylux Adjacents Month #KyluxAdjacents #fanfic #mod post #roundups

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, In the Beginning

Summary:  You and Jack instantly connect

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pull out, squirting, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of an abortion, sweet!Jack, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.8K

Series Masterlist

A/N:  so I got an ask about Jack and reader in the beginning, and this was originally going to be a drabble...but it didn’t turn out to be.  These two are something else, but at least it gives you an insight as to what they’re fighting for, and their sweetest stage of the beginning of the relationship.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

You take a sip of your beer as your eyes roam the bar, dumped again by a jerk who wasn’t worth your time, but now here you sit on a Friday night with your best friend TJ scoping out the bar, “Why are we here?” You whine looking up at him.

“You said you wanted to get laid.”

“Did not,” before you can even pout, TJ covers your face with his hand. Already spotting a man he had been eyeing again.

“Being seen with you is not helping my game.”

“Fine, then leave me,” he turns, looking at you, narrowing his eyes, and starts shaking his head. “We came here for me to find someone as desperate as me to have sex, and go on about our lives, but now you’re eye fucking some hot man at the bar.”

“Guilt tripping?”

“Yep,” you answer, popping the p. “Find me a man.”

“That one,” he points out quickly, and you turn to glare at him. He wasn’t your type at all. “Are you looking to get fucked or looking to get married?”

“Why not both?”

“No!” He playfully bonks you on the head. “You don’t marry the first guy you see at a bar.”

“I’m not interested in the first guy. Find me another,” you look back at the bar to see the man you actually were sizing up. He was just your type. A bit rugged, drank beer, boots, leather, and one that kept looking back at you. Confused as to why you were checking him out when you clearly had a man with you.

“Fine, then why don’t you go talk to Mr. Mysterious and his giant friend.”

“I am not interested in the giant friend.”

“No, you’re interested in a man that looks like he has ten layers on,” you give him a whack to his arm, but look the man up and down again. You couldn’t see, but it looked like he had a cute ass. He gives a stretch, and another look over at you before his friend and him go over to the pool tables. “Don’t look at his ass.”

“A good ass is the way to my heart,” you respond, lifting up off your chair, and yes, a perfectly rounded tush. “I want that.”

“Go get that. One night,” getting in front of you, TJ puts both hands on your shoulder, “I know you. One night.”

“Or…”

“No! Down girl. One night.”

“I was going to say, all night, next morning, and all weekend,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “TJ, you’re killing my game.”

“This…this is your problem. One night turns into you doing sweet things for them. Leaving your little crumbs that you were with them. I swear you wipe your pussy juice on their shit, because they can’t get enough of you. That or you're a freaky thing in bed, and quite frankly I don’t want to know which is correct. But then they chase you around, and you love it, but when you give them nothing in return, they retreat, and you chase, but it’s not fun for you, and your texting and calls happen less frequently until they break up with you.”

“Are you writing a book on my dating?” Slapping his hand on his face, he pulls it down. “That is not…no, I don’t do that. I don’t wipe my pussy juice on anything.”

“They become obsessed with you, until they don’t. Explain.”

“I would say that you could sleep with me, and find out, but I’m not your type,” you start walking away and over to the man with his giant friend.

“I tried! The thought of touching that made me vomit.”

“Shh,” you whisper as you get closer. Grabbing up a pool cue, and playing the dumb girl. TJ groans, because he’s seen this a few times as well. He sits down at the bar, ordering another drink for him, and a beer for you.

Just like clockwork, you pick out a cue, but somehow a few fall to the ground, “I’m sorry,” your whiney voice. He wasn’t going to fall for it. Even Daphne the bartender snickers watching the show. She’s seen it, too. “Oh,” you stop standing up as the man you had been ogling for an hour comes to your rescue. “Thank you. I’m such a clutz,” standing up you get to finally see his eyes, and he was exactly your type.

Bright, and almost innocent looking. “It’s okay. You play?”

“Yes,” TJ and Daphne answer together, but of course you shake your head no.

“I don’t even know how to stack the balls,” another play. Say things that could possibly turn into a crude twelve year old boy joke, make them sweat, while they try to be as polite as possible.

“Why hasn’t your boyfriend taught you?”

“Boyfriend?” You give him a smile, and look over at TJ, “That is my best friend. He’s gay. While he might be someone who I would go after, he’s been looking at that man right there,” thankfully you always knew when to help TJ out. Giving him the go ahead to leave you be.

“You wanna play with us?” Jack grabs a stick, and places it in your hand, “Seems you’re losing your best friend.”

“Will you teach me?” Daphne doesn’t even pop the top of your beer. You were in your zone. Jack timidly grabs your hand, and leads you to the table him and his friend were playing at. Introducing him as Callum, and nervously realizing he never got your name.

It’s easy to pretend you didn’t know what you were doing when Jack actually did know how to play. Jack wasn’t a dummy, though. He had caught you a few times slightly shaking your head at the plays that Cal had made. Well, if you wanted him close to you, he was going to make sure that you got what you wanted.

Leaning over your body completely, and holding your hand, every time it was your turn. His mouth was right at your neck as he whispers directions on what to do. His front was pressed completely to your back, and you could feel what he was hiding under those loose clothes. His arms were huge, and you had a desire to have them wrapped around your neck, or even ripping your legs apart.

Jack chuckles behind your ear, as his lips brush against your heated and tingly skin. You arch your back, and push your ass more into him, and he softly moans in your ear, “What’s wrong, Jack?”

“Nothing. Just,” his voice was silky, and the way he was speaking made a flood of slick rush to your core.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Just a beer, why?”

You peek back at him after you hit the cue ball yourself. His eyes were just as black as your own. You were adults, and there was no need to deny your urges. “You could drive us to your place?”

“Yep,” he says quickly, standing up and looking at Callum, “I’m calling it a night,” he raises his eyebrows, while Cal looks between the two of you. His shoulders falling.

“We’re not finished yet.”

“Yeah, well, I’m tired. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow,” Cal watches as Jack pulls you towards the door, but TJ bolts to the exit, and stands there. “What?”

“I need an address. Real one. What is it that you do? I know karate, and know how to use a gun.”

Jack gives him his address, and pulls out his wallet. His ID shares the same address as he told TJ, and even shows his police badge, “There’s the badge number. You’re killing the mood.”

“As long as you’re not killing her, I really don’t care,” you can’t help but giggle at your overprotective bestie. Following Jack out to his car.

“How far away?”

“Ten minutes,” you give him a pout, but Jack reaches over, and lays your seat down a bit.

“What are you doing?” You squeak out.

“Since I’m so far away, how about you let me play with your pussy.”

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry…is this where this was going? If I misread all this, I am,” you unbutton your jeans, and slide your hand down your front, pulling it out to show Jack just how soaked you were, “How does it taste?”

Slipping your fingers in your mouth, you moan at your taste, “Good enough for me,” his hands dip under your pants, and for a man that had only just met you, he seemed to know what you liked. Teasing at your clit. Giving enough stimulation, but never too much. He didn’t want you to cum on his fingers, he selfishly only wanted his dick to feel you clench around him.

Both of you knew this was just a one night deal. You were aware that this wasn’t serious, but you enjoyed it. Your body rocks with his ministrations as he pulls into his garage. You looked almost too pretty like this to even want to get out of the car, until he finally pushes two fingers into your neglected hole. Pumping them in and out of you, and you were sensitive. Whimpering out his name, and your walls start to flutter. God, he hoped this wasn’t a quick encounter.

Grabbing at his hand, you pull him out of your pants, and bring his fingers to your mouth. Sucking off your arousal, before smiling at him, “I think you have something better than your fingers, huh?” Looking down at his jeans, he readjusts himself again, but he couldn’t hide how hard he was. “Show me the bedroom.”

Jack struggles to find the door handle, and helps you out. Your mouth slams onto his, while he walks backwards into his house. Pushing aside any item that was out of place with his foot, before the two of you were dropping onto the bed. Becoming a mess of sloppy kisses, wandering hands, and flying clothes until he was crawling over you.

Settling himself in between your thighs, and pushing them further apart with his legs. His tip runs up and down your slit as he gathers your slippery juices on his cock. One night stands were rarely this personable. He was staring only at you as he slowly enters into your wet heat. His cock stretched you out beautifully. He was thick, his mushroom tip guiding him deeper, and you could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as they sunk into your pussy.

It was like he was made for you, because he hit every spot inside of you. Picking up your hands he holds them over your head as he bottoms out. You let out a desperate moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer, “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

“I want to feel your entire weight on me,” he lets go of your hands, and holds himself up with his forearms. Slowly pulling himself out completely, before he drills back into you. Making you yip as his tip grazes your cervix. Leaning down he gives you a filthy kiss while his thrusts become harder. His speed picks up, but still he wants to take time with you. Watching every change your face makes as you slip into pure unadulterated pleasure.

Fingers grip tight to his back as your jaw goes slack, letting him feel every heated breath coming out of you. You scream out his name as your walls clench down tight around him. His hips push him deeper into your weeping cunt, until the dam breaks, and you gush on him. Throwing your head back as a deep guttural moan releases from the both of you. You don’t want him to pull out, but you know you should.

He pulls out and barely makes it with his spunk coating your mound, and he lays his forehead on yours, panting. “You want me to call a cab?”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Shh, just…shh,” Jack doesn’t want you going anywhere. He wants to keep you here all night. “When I get horny again, can…”

“Please?” He chuckles at your answer, and leans back to look at you. His calloused fingers pet over your face.

“Where did you come from?”

“The bar.”

“Well, how about you stay here tonight,” he pulls himself off of you, and his naked ass walks into the bathroom, and you still think he has the cutest tush. Coming back with a cloth where he cleans himself off you. “And when one of us gets horny, just, have at it?”

“Just for tonight?”

“You want to make this a regular thing, Sharkie?” You curl your nose up looking at him. “What? You want me to believe you didn’t actually know how to play pool? Even the bartender was laughing at you. You gonna play me and leave, Pool Sharkie?”

“Never.”

Callum follows Jack out to his car, and gets in, and immediately starts laughing, “What?” He asks as Callum lifts up a pair of your panties, “Yeah, about that…I have no explanation.”

“You see her every night?”

“When you get to spend most of the night fucking, yeah. Yeah, she can come over whenever she wants to.”

“And you go see her?” He asks, holding your lacy underwear up with two fingers before Jack swipes them from him, tucking them safely in his pocket.

“TJ prefers her to be here at my place. He says we're loud,” Callum slaps at his partner's shoulder laughing. “What?”

“You’re falling for the girl.”

“I’m falling for her pussy.”

“You’ve been drunk fucking her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack scowls looking at Callum, who shrugs his shoulders. “No, spill it.”

“I’m sure Mrs. O’Malley would love to hear that her alter boy was fucking a townie every night. Unprotected?”

“Man, shut up. I pull out.”

You pace around the bathroom, while TJ just stares at the test. Waiting for anything to change, “Have you ever heard of condoms?”

“Yes, Teej. Things just…happened. He pulls out.”

“Yeah, well, your lack of a period is proving that’s a bad idea. Like…when was your last one?” You give him a shrug the last couple of months were a blur. “Seriously?”

“I’ve had at least one. Never had someone who wanted to have sex during my period either. If you could do it, I would highly suggest it.”

“Does he even take you out?” You give him a little swat on his arm. TJ knew that Jack took you out, you just didn’t stay out long. “Honey,” he looks down at the test and then back at you. “You and Jack need to have a talk.”

“Shut up. Shut up,” picking up the test, you throw it into the trash, and reach for another one. “I’m going to test again. That one was a lie.”

“And if that one is positive?”

“Then I’ll test until it’s negative.”

“That’ll be a few months, honey,” you scream, as you sit down on the toilet, letting your head rest in your hands. “It’s not that big of a deal. If you don’t want to say anything to Jack, we’ll go to a clinic. He never has to know.”

“I would know,” you look back up at him, and TJ squats down, “You know, all these failed relationships…I never…never mind.”

“Tell me. Because, I already know. You were reckless with sleeping with men. You get tested regularly to make sure you’re safe, but after a few months of sleeping with people you never cared if they came in you. You wouldn’t care if they left you if you were pregnant, because you wanted to be a mom. Those tests under your sink aren't because you’re scared, they’re in hopes of an actual positive test, and now that one is, you’re wondering if Jack is going to leave you or stay.”

“I hate you,” you pull him close to you, and rest your chin on his shoulder. “I could do it, you know? Be a single parent, I could do it.”

“I know. You just don’t want to. You want that nucleus family. If he doesn’t want the baby…I’ll be a good uncle,” you hiccup through your tears, clinging to him more. “I’ll take you to your appointments, because I know you want a baby. You want a child, so just…talk to Jack. You actually talk right? Or is it just moaning?”

“Yes, we talk. He loves Italian food.”

“Wow. I’m glad you know so much about your baby daddy.”

“So…you’re sure, sure?” You nod your head as you look at Jack go through all the emotions. “And where…what…I wanna give you the choice. This is your decision. It won’t affect me,” your eyes go wide at him, and you start to stand, pissed off at the audacity, “I mean, you’re the one that changes. Not me. You’re the one that has to deal with the strain and taking off work.”

“Do you want to be a part of the baby’s life?”

“Yes. But,” his hand goes behind his neck, and he ruffles his hair, grimacing at you. “I can’t tell my mom.”

“What?” This was all very confusing that he couldn’t tell his mom. He was a grown man, and eventually whether he told her or not, you would show that you were pregnant. If he wanted to be apart of the baby’s life, eventually his family would see you.

“She would die if she knew I was having sex without a ring on my hand. She’ll want this traditional husband and wife when it comes to children, and I can’t…I don’t want to do that to her.”

“What are you suggesting? Me turning up after the baby is born?”

“No. It’s crazy…it just is. I’m not suggesting anything,” he can’t even look at you while he talks. But it’s like nonsense over and over again. “I mean, eventually I’d like to think we got there, but to suggest it now, seems dumb. But I want to be in the baby’s life and yours. And I don’t want the baby to be the family secret and…it’ll happen sooner or later, so why not sooner.”

“What are you asking?”

“It’s crazy, so don’t freak out, but…we should get married,” you stare at him stunned, because this wasn’t at all where you thought he was taking this conversation. Never believed he would try to commit that much. There was a baby, and now there was a proposal of sorts. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“If we’re married you would…I mean your parents wouldn't freak out about the baby?”

“Alter boy,” he points at himself. “Ma thinks I’m still her perfect son.”

“So you don’t want to tell her that two people who have known each other for a little over two months that they can’t be in the same room long without fucking or sucking, and now I’m pregnant, but you’ll be okay with telling her we’re married?” It was crazy, but at the same time, you wanted to give it a try, and that made you feel even crazier.

You and Jack had shared a quick relationship, and one built mostly on sex, but it felt right. The moment he entered into you, you felt like he was your future. You tried to make the others work, knowing it never would, but Jack was different. “Okay. This is stupid, but let’s do it. We’ll get married. No wedding. Just…married. Maybe a wedding later, if we make it.”

“When we make it.”

“When,” you add in.

You slide into the booth, waiting on Jack as well, as you have a nice dinner with Cal and TJ. You were beginning to get uncomfortable and stretched because your growing boy was just getting so big. Jack seemed a bit distant and removed from the pregnancy, and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“You know, I never saw this one with kids,” Callum hums, holding his beer towards Jack. “He’s surprised me.”

“I always knew she was going to become a mom. She wanted it,” you wince, but smile over at TJ, “Everything okay?”

“He’s just moving a lot.”

“I can never feel him,” Jack awkwardly laughs. “I try, but I haven’t ever felt him. TJ has of course,” this was what was bothering him. You pick up your cup, and take a big drink. Waiting on Finn to start rolling around. Pressing your hand on your swollen stomach, and hoping to coax him out of hiding so his daddy could feel him.

Just when you see him push out your stomach, you grab Jack’s hand, and he waits. Getting a bit miffed, until Finn kicks right under his palm. Jack gasps as he looks up at you. Feeling around your stomach for his moving son. “That’s him.”

“It is,” you smile, tears springing in your eyes. For the first time Jack looked so proud of his son. “That’s your son, daddy.”

“Oh,” he moves his hand around, continuing to feel him. “Finn, I have waited months to feel you. It’s like you're really here now.”

“They’re so cute,” TJ whispers up at Cal. “You think they’ll make it,” he didn’t have to be too quiet, because you and Jack were lost in a bubble all on your own. He was so handsome, smiling at your moving boy.

“I think they could. Marriage is hard work though. And they got married quickly, so as not to make their timeline for conception too confusing. But look at him,” Jack leans in to give you a bruising kiss, but keeps his hand on your stomach, a place that it hardly ever left the moment he felt Finn kick. “I’ve known him for a long time, he’s never been happier.”

“Same. I’ve been her bestie since middle school. She pretended to be my girlfriend for a few years. She’s a loyal one. But for whatever reason, that man makes her happy. And apparently, nobody does it better than him.”

“I figured. I’ve found a few panties.”

“She leaves them for him,” Cal looks over at TJ, raising his brow, “Just a reminder of what he gets to come home to. By the way, you need a roommate? Mine got knocked up, married, and left me.”

“Hmm, yeah. I could move in. As long as you don’t mind women coming home with me.”

“I got used to men coming home with her,” Callum holds up a fist, which TJ awkwardly bumps. Looking back at you, before he slaps the table, “Alright, we came here to eat. I don’t want to vomit beforehand. We get it, Finn is precious and sweet. But the pregnant woman needs to eat. No pregnancy sex before dinner.”

“You ruin all the fun,” Jack groans, readjusting his pants, and then pulling you closer. Letting his hand rest on your belly, while he feels his son growing. “But I should feed you. You get angry without food.”

“So do you,” you knock your shoulder into him, before resting a hand over his. It felt right. Like even though you and Jack had rushed into this, it felt like you could do it. Like there wasn’t anything in the world that could stop the two of you. Plus, good sex. But the more time you spent with Jack, the more you grew to love him. And you were doing it together.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 6

Summary:  You and TJ go out, and Jack and Callum show up

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader, TJ Hammond X Reader, Mickey Henry X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, one night stand, mentions of divorce, tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.4K

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“Hey!” Jack says excitedly when you call. You never call on your weekend, “Wait, is something wrong? Is Finn okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” you hated this. Hated every bit of it, and missed when life was just simple. When you could call him because you missed the sound of his voice. “TJ was wanting to go out tonight, and it’s my weekend. Finn wants to spend the night with my parents, but I wanted to check and see if you wanted him?”

“Oh,” he hesitates, looking over at Cal. “Um, I already had plans.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to give you that option. Also, wanted to talk to you about maybe getting him on a weekday. He misses you. Maybe have a night or two of dinners at the house? You’re better at math anyways.”

It felt normal and strained all at the same time. Felt so forced, and it almost felt like you were holding onto whatever strings you had left of your family. “You know I want to spend as much time with him as possible,” it was one of the few things you wanted from Jack. An available father. “So where’s the dynamic duo going tonight?”

“We’re going out,” he was such a slime ball sometimes, always trying to trick you into telling him where you were going.  You knew he was going to be doing his own research, and he would find you.

“Hmm,” he playfully chides you.  “I’m guessing you two are dressing in all black, TJ is going to have his fancy little martinis, and you can’t even fake classy like that when it comes to your alcohol, you’re going to have a bottle of beer in your hand, and you’ll be dancing up a storm.  Just stay away from pool tables.”

Both of you sigh, remembering happier times between the two of you.  It was bittersweet to think that it all started with a pool table, drinks, and TJ and Callum.  “You and Cal have fun tonight.  I’m picking the boy up tomorrow, and we’re going to see a movie,” you leave it open for a second, hoping that he will invite himself.  Unsure of why you did it.  But there was still a deep longing for your family.  For your husband.  You just couldn’t trust him.

“If you’re going to go see the latest Batman movie, do you mind if I tag along?”

“You better ask our son.  I need to get him to my parents, and get ready.  Have fun, Jack.”

“You, too,” he clicks off, and puts his phone on his chin thinking.  Contemplating everything that you had said, before jumping up and looking at your social medias.

“What are you doing?” Cal asks, peeking around Jack’s shoulder.  “Get off her page.”

“Her and TJ are going out tonight,” he says, clicking through your recent activity.  Nothing.  You were a ghost online, but not TJ.  TJ wants everyone to know that he’s having more fun than everyone else.

“They should.  TJ is good for her, and you won’t have to worry about her having sex,” Jack turns to glare at Cal, and he holds his hands up in surrender.  “No one has her back quite like Teej, you know this.  Ooh!” He points at a local club that was hosting a new DJ, “Can we go there?”

“Yep,” Jack answers, putting the address in his phone.  “We’re not the only ones.”

“Jack!” Cal throws his head back dramatically.  “You can’t go chasing her around all the time.”

“No, you said I needed to try.  I’m trying.  Me and her have open dialogue.  She can actually look at me again.  She invited me over for dinners at the house with Finn.”

“You’re not weaseling your way in, are you?  Like you legit want to be with your wife?  Want to wake up in the bed with her every morning?  Want to clock out, and go home to her every night?  Want to deal with the hard stuff?  Want to see your son every day?  Want to be there for her?  And want to compromise and have another kid?  This isn’t some conquest.  This is a woman that does in fact love you, maybe she’s still in love with you, maybe she’s in love with the idea that she had in her head of you.  But you can’t just do this, and spend time with Finn and then flake away.  You have to be there for her during the hard times.  Have to have arguments, without turning to someone else who will just tell you what you want to hear.  That woman is who you talk about things with.  Open yourself and be vulnerable.”

“Yeah,” he answers.  Standing up to walk out of the station, “Like I know this is stupid, but I realize what I had, now that it’s gone,” he gets a hard whack in the back of the head at that admission, “I know, I’m dumb.  I am a dumb man.  I wanted to have it all, and now I have nothing.  But she and my son are what I want.  This isn’t just to prove that I can have her whenever I want.  This is wanting the life that I should have been working to have with her.  They don’t make women like her.”

“Yeah, she made the best lunches.  And now, I don’t get snacks.  You messed up my snack time for me Jackson.  I miss those cute little boxes of a cheese and meat platters.  With the little nuts, and jellies.  It was like a charcuterie box.  I’m going to tell her I want that.  She’ll make me one.  I haven’t pissed her off.  So we’re going to this club, and you’re hoping that she and TJ will be there?”

“Yep.  They’ll be there, or we’re going to look like idiots.”

“Correction, you dance like a white boy.  You’re going to look like an idiot.”

“Stop dancing with me,” TJ yells in your ear, trying to pull away from you, but you pull him back.  “That fine as fuck DJ is checking you out.  Keeps smiling at you, and that tall drink of water keeps thinking I’m straight because you won’t quit grinding on me.  You’re cockblocking me. Again.  And yourself,” he gives a wave up at the DJ trying to push you away.

“Don’t leave me.  He’s working,” you glance up at the man, and he was smiling the whole time, and directly at you.  Waving his hand for you to come up there to him.  “Oh!”

“See!  Now, go suck his dick while he plays or something,” you smack him in the stomach, and his obnoxious and roaring laughter lifts your mood even more.  “Not everyone you date has to be on that app.  You can meet people out in real life.  Go talk to the man.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’ll…I’m going up there,” you depart from TJ, going up to the DJ which you find out quickly his name was Mickey.  He even pulls you in front of him, teaching you how to work the turntables.  Getting close to your body quickly.

TJ sits at the bar, ordering up another martini when he sees Jack and Cal walk in, and starts laughing.  Raising a hand to the two men, and they trot over to him, “Quit looking,” TJ says, pointing up at the stage.  Jack’s face falls for a minute seeing you smiling and laughing.  “She just got up there.  He’s been watching her all night.”

“She looks beautiful,” his eyes drift all down your body.  You and TJ always did make a statement when you walked in somewhere.  Coordinated enough, but could still attract the people you wanted.

“She looks hot,” TJ responds, taking a sip from his martini.  “You went digging on my facebook didn’t you?” Jack looks over at him quickly, and TJ shrugs, “You’re predictable Jack.  You can’t stand not to snoop.  And yes, I put that shit out there to lead you to where she was going to be.  She’s not on a date with this guy.  She’s flirting.”

“He looks sloppy,” Jack notes, looking down at his clothes.  TJ pulls apart one of Jack’s layers, and then another.  “What are you doing?” He slaps his hand off him.

“How many layers do you have on today?  Your wife has a type, and it starts with the clothes,” Callum throws his head back, starting to laugh, but Jack squints his eyes, glaring at TJ.  “Ain’t none of y’all going to win best dressed.  She stays with me, so we can look good together, and then she has you and whatever that is to make her look like the queen she is.  Look at fucking Dean.”

“Don’t talk about that man.  I have a meeting with him on Monday.  He’s talking to Finn about his mom,” TJ points up at you, and Jack shakes his head.  “She’d pull Dean’s testicles off his body if she thought that he was including Finn in her dates.  I think she ended it with Dean,” TJ nods his head quickly, “Okay, she definitely ended it with Dean, and he doesn’t like it.  So he involves our son.  She…I gotta go,” he bolts off quickly when he sees you start to walk off the stage, and TJ slaps at Callum’s arm.

“Big guy, that sweet thing right there is checking you out.  Now, if you would please, I have got this man that I have wanted to talk to you, and if it isn’t my bestie, it’s you and Jack.  Talk to her, dance with her, take her home.  Jack is busy.”

“You think this is gonna work?” TJ shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of the martini, already tapping his finger on the bar for another.  “They love each other.  They know they love each other.  She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t.”

“She still believes Jack slept with that woman.  Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t.  Doesn’t matter.  She thinks he did.  She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t love him, so she doesn’t get hurt.  She’s sleeping around, because ‘he did’.  That woman is struggling because her heart starts in her vagina.  But Jack has something no one else does.”

The two men look at each other, and both respond, “Finn.”

“Jack will always have a piece of her heart because that’s Finn’s dad.  She wants things to work.  But she’s playing the game like Jack did.  One foot in and one foot out.”

“Our friends suck,” Cal looks over at the woman that TJ had pointed out, and nods his head at her.  “If Jack plays his cards right…”

“No, you watch, he won’t be going home with her.  I think she really meant it when she said she wasn’t going to sleep with him,” Cal points over towards you and Jack, and you were laughing at whatever he was saying.  Your hand finding any excuse to touch him.  “She’s had a few beers.  And a couple of shots.”

“Twenty bucks says he goes home with her.”

“Thirty bucks says he just gets a kiss,” TJ puts his hand in front of Cal, and they both shake on it.  Going their separate ways with their prospective partners for the evening while you giggle again at Jack.

Grabbing at his hips, you tell him to loosen up.  “Have fun!”

“This is so fun.  So very fun,” he responds sarcastically, and you throw your head back laughing, but grab his hand to place on your hips.  

“Feel the beat.  Or just feel me,” he gulps, as he tries to dance around with you.  He was definitely feeling you.  Had your undivided attention, and you were ignoring the DJ and only looking at him.  Your eyes were shining up at him, and the two of you were laughing.  You weren’t just Finn’s parents at this moment.  You were two people enjoying each other.

“That’s better,” you giggle, turning around, and his hands pull you closer to his body, “Oh, we’re going back to the good ole days, huh?”

“Remind me of how good you can dance,” circling your hips, you lean forward a bit, starting to grind on him.  Even he gets into dancing.  Relaxing enough to enjoy the beat of the music, but mostly your ass on his crotch.  You close your eyes, and forget about the past.  Push aside everything that has happened, and will yourself to live only in this moment.

Your hand goes behind you, and you hold onto his neck.  Jack takes a chance, and leans forward, softly kissing on the column of your neck.  With your first whimper, he nibbles on your skin.  Kissing up your neck, before he comes to your face, and you were looking at him through your lashes.  Your pupils a deep sea of lust.  Your fingers wiggle around on him, urging him closer.

His eyes flash down to your lips, and you pull him even closer.  Inching closer and closer, so slowly, before his petal pink lips touch your own.  The moment he touches your mouth, your body spins around, so you can deepen the kiss.  Granting his tongue access quickly.  It was muscle memory, but it was so full of passion.  You hadn’t kissed him like this in so long.  Hadn’t felt him like this for years.

Jack’s hand starts coasting up your side, and his thumb brushes over your nipple, and you yip on his mouth, and he pulls you closer.  Starting to walk backwards, and get you somewhere private.  A heated moment between two old lovers.  He starts kissing down your neck, looking around the crowded club, and you blink your eyes open.  

Purple haze surrounded you; intoxicating you.  Those thick fingers caress your soft curves, and you hear a scratch of the record, and realize where you were.  Remember just who was sucking on your neck, and you push him off you, “I can’t do this.”

“Sharkie, wait.”

“I’m not some hookup, Jack.  I can’t,” he grabs at your hand, pulling you back to him, “I can’t.  I can’t give you that.”

“Let’s just leave then,” there was so much sincerity in his face that it hurt.  A deep rooted pain fills in your gut, and you hated the way it was making you feel.  “We don’t even have to do anything.  Let’s just go home,” you shake your head no.  Your vision goes blurry as your eyes fill up with tears.  “Why?”

“I can’t do that with you.  I don’t trust myself with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I always fall,” you pull his hand off your own and start to walk away.  Getting closer to the stage, while Jack spins on his heel, and marches out of the club.  Screaming the minute he gets out, and Cal and TJ look at each other from across the way.  

You were already waving your hand to Mickey, who calls another man to take his place, sinking deeper away from the crowd ready for some privacy.  Cal walks outside to Jack who was sitting on the curb, “What happened?”

“We kissed,” his foot toes the ground, but his eyes stare blankly at nothing.  “Not just a little peck, but a real kiss.  It felt like the beginning of our relationship again.  Everything was fine.”

“You were trying to fuck her in there, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know.  She thinks that’s what it was.  I don’t know.  I really don’t know.  I wanted somewhere more private, but we could have left, and just snuggled on the couch.  It doesn’t always have to be sexual.  But I know that’s what she thought it was.  I know she sees me looking at her as an easy way to get my dick wet, and that’s my fault.  Robyn got the sweet flirty side of me, and she got only my dick,” he throws his body back on the pavement looking at the sky.

“Get up off the disgusting ground.”

“I deserve to be down here.”

Cal sits down on the curb with him, nodding his head.  “I really did cheat on her, didn’t I?  Like me giving the best parts to Robyn, even when I was living with my family.  She told me there was no passion in our love making anymore.  I just used her to get my dick wet.  She was supposed to be my everything.  I was with Robyn when my son was in the hospital.  My son was unconscious and my wife was alone.  Scared about our son, and worried about where I was.  And I was drinking coffee with another woman,” Jack starts laughing, closing his eyes, and slams his hands over them.

“I would leave me, too.  I love her.  And I hate that it took all of this to see that.  But I felt it, and I know she did, too.  I know that she felt that spark the moment that our lips touched.  She could feel this passion that we hadn’t had in years.  It was just like old times sake.  And here I was just wanting to get away from the noise, and she took it as using her for her pussy.  Because that’s how I made her feel.  I made her feel like she wasn’t worth anything besides what sits in between her thighs.  And she’s running from what she really feels because I’m dumb.  I wanna drink.  I just want to drink my sorrows away.”

“You’ve got a movie date with them tomorrow.  You can have one more beer.  You’re not drinking your sorrows away.  You’re going to the movies.  You will be Finn’s parents.  Finn needs the both of you.  Monday, you’re marching in and telling Winchester to leave your kid out of his former relationship,” Jack whispers okay, and Cal stands, giving him a hand.  

“She loves me, though,” he smiles up at Callum.  “She can’t fake passion.  I knew at the end it was just sex between us.  That though…that kiss had sparks.  Had desperation and need.  Because my wife still loves me.”

“Come on lover boy.”

TJ opens the door where he had seen you and Mickey run off to, and you were sitting on top of him.  Ass exposed as you bounce over him.  “I’m gonna lock this door,” he says as he closes it quickly.

Your arms wrap around Mickey’s neck, letting him kiss all over your skin.  You were just going through the motions.  But he was enjoying himself.  Deep panting breaths as he sucks bruises on you.  His long fingers cupping your ass and slamming you down harder on his length.  

Mickey was just as touch starved as you, and he made sure to touch and kiss every part of your body.  Even though this didn’t mean a damn thing, he makes you feel like you were the only one.  He was touching you in all the right places.  Kissing all over your body, not neglecting any exposed skin, but he couldn’t stop returning to your mouth.  Swallowing all your moans was becoming an addiction and his favorite flavor.  You wanted to forget, but in the twenty minutes you are with him, it felt like for just that time, you were in love again.  If only for these precious few minutes.  

You didn’t do this anymore, and yet here you were having the most meaningless sex with someone you barely knew.  Didn’t even know his last name.  But TJ had armed you with condoms, and you were pissed.  Mad at yourself for allowing your vulnerability with Jack to sneak out.  You let him know just how fragile you were when it came to him.  

And now here you were taking some man you just met.  Was balls deep, and between his vocal performance and your squelching sounds, the two of you were quite a pair.  Letting the pleasure seep its way to your own throat, you moan as you get closer.  Hoping that he cums quickly, because you didn’t know if you could go for more.  

Now you just wanted to go to sleep.  Couldn’t properly enjoy a good fuck because it was making you feel disgusted.  Both his hands cup your face, and he swallows every whimpering mewl as your walls clench down tight around him.  Squeaking out his own pleasure, before his head throws back, “That was amazing,” he pants.  Holding onto your hips when you try to get off.

“Where are you doing?” He was a pretty little thing, but there was no way that you could see this lasting.  Had no desire to bring him around your son.

“Can we do this again?”

“Not likely,” he snorts, finally letting go of you, allowing you to stand up.  You shimmy your dress back over your hips and thighs.  Going to reach for your panties, but he grabs them up off the floor, “You’re keeping my panties?”

“Well, since I don’t get to feel that tight pussy again, it only seems fair that I get to jerk off into these pretty lacy things.  Looks like I made you cream before you ever even pulled me back here,” you nod your head, letting him think he was the reason for your ruined panties.  It was easier for yourself to admit that.  

Jack terrified you.  Made you realize that you fell so hard, fast, and easy with him.  And you weren’t sure you could ever give yourself to someone like that again.  “Good luck with the music, Mickey.”

“Yeah, if ever you’re needing a quick lay, I’m here.  I know it’s not serious.”

“You just caught me at a bad time in my life.”

“Even divorced mother’s need sex,” you give him an odd look, and his head flicks towards your hand, “There’s a tanline on your finger.  Mothers are usually pretty guarded.  You protect yourself to protect your child.  It’s not that deep,” he grunts, pulling the soiled condom off, and stuffs his dick back in his pants.  “I hope you find your happiness.  Everyone deserves that.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, giving him a kiss to the cheek.  You walk out, and TJ pouts on the opposite wall, holding his hands out to give you a big hug, “Can you sleep with me tonight?”

“Not like that, right?  Like you got a good fill?  I don’t think I could get it hard for you,” you pinch his butt.  Keeping your head leaned over on his shoulder as the two of you walk out.  “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” he hands over your phone, and gives you a big smile.  “What?”

“Who’s Frank?”

“Shut up.”

“Who is Frank?  I clicked out of that picture so fast.  I didn’t see anything, but a hairy chest, and those deep v’s on hips.  You two sending nudes?  Is he your next victim?”

“No!” You shout, slamming yourself into the backseat of the Uber.  “No, Frank is different.”

“But you’re sending pictures?”

“That just started,” TJ gives you an almost sad smile, and you lay your head back on his shoulder.  Wrapping both your arms around his one.  “I don’t want to rush into things with Frank.  He’s never been married.  He’s a professor.  He wants kids.  Knows that I have a kid.  And he scares me.”

“Why?” He leans over giving you a quick kiss to your head.  Your eyes blink close as a single tear falls down your face.

“Because, these other ones I’m talking to, I’m not really connecting with them, you know?  I’m talking to them, setting up dates, knowing it won’t be much.  Frank I talk to.  Frank I like.  Frank I don’t want just sex with.  But…what if he’s not Jack?”

“You won’t know, until you know.”

“You think I should make it work with Jack?”

“Make it work?  No.  That forcing bullshit never worked in the past.  I think you should let things progress with Jack the way they are.  Integrate him more with Finn.  Have your family dinner nights.  Don’t deny what’s happening with Frank or whoever else.  But let things grow organically with Jack.  He’s a good dad.  He’s a great guy.  He wasn’t the best husband.  I love Jack.  But he had his flaws, just like you should have been honest with him about what you knew and what you wanted from him.  You shouldn’t have asked for a baby to save your relationship.  There’s not a perfect timeline for you and Jack.  Grow in the way that your fast asses didn’t allow in the beginning.  Two months.  Pregnant.  Three months.  Married.  You guys didn’t know how to take things slow.  Take it slow now.”

“You’re right,” TJ usually was.  “It feels…comforting having Jack be with me and Finn.”

“That’s his dad.”

“Yeah.”

“But you still want him as your partner?” You nod your head, ready to cry on his chest.  “It’s okay to want it, and to be scared of it, and want to explore other options.  Don’t feel guilty about needing to make sure that Jack is who you want.”

“What if he doesn’t want to wait on me to decide?”

“Then,” he says, opening his door.  “He really isn't who you were supposed to be with.  For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure Jack is set on making things work.  But unless you're willing to forgive everything that happened in the past.  Push it back and let it go, don’t go there, okay?  Now Oreos and milk?”

“Please,” you pout as he drags you in the house.  Stopping in the kitchen, while you strip out of your clothes on the way to the bedroom.  Tossing aside your heels, and you grab one of Jack’s shirts and some clean panties.  Jumping in the bed, and TJ appears with a pack of Double Stuf Oreos and a glass of milk to share.  Stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs.

He doesn’t make a comment about the shirt that you’re wearing.  Never says anything about how it smells like Jack’s smoky cologne.  He is just there for you.  Letting you cling tight to him when you’ve had your fill of cookies.  TJ was such a good friend, he didn’t make a comment about the tears you were spilling on his chest, and trying not to make a sound.  He knew you were hurting and conflicted.  So he was just there.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 4

Summary:  another date with Dean, but this time you get caught

Pairings:  Dean Winchester X Reader, Jack O’Malley X Callum Drift

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, some dirty talk, mentions of divorce, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.3K

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Jack leaves his son's side quickly to go into the interrogation room.  This was not at all what he signed on for.  Robyn knew the rules.  She was never to come here to see him under any circumstance.  And of course she would show up on a day that you were going to be here any minute, and a day that Finn was here.  

He slings the door open, and stands staring at her with his hands on his hips, “Jack, I, uh…why are you angry?”

“The correct question is why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you.  I thought…”

“Look,” Jack starts.  He looks out of the room to see that Cal’s massive body was blocking Finn’s view.  “I don’t know what you think this is, but…it’s not what you’re thinking.”

“What am I thinking?” Robyn asks.  Her mouth turns up to a devilish smirk.  “What exactly am I thinking Jackie?”

“I asked you never to call me that.  I asked you not to show up at my place of work.  You know that my son is here, and that my wife,” Robyn, makes a gasp looking up at him, “Yes, my wife.  You know she comes here to pick him up.  You are not to be here.”

“So I’m your dirty little secret?”

“What secret?”

“We’re dating.”

“No, we’re not,” Robyn nods her head a few times, and Jack slaps his hand on the desk.  “We’re not dating.  My wife and I are working through some things.”

“Then why the fuck are you calling me?  Why do we go out to eat when it’s not your weekend?  Why do you…”

“I get fucking lonely, okay?  And this was a mistake.  Of all people, it shouldn’t have been you I turned to, and I’m the fool for that.  But dating?  We haven’t even held hands, or kissed, and I’ve never even slept with you.  You’ve never stayed at my apartment.”

“Because anytime I ask, you tell me that you’ve got Finn, and I know for a fact you don’t.”

Jack stands up straighter, and takes a step back from her.  “How do you know?  You do not involve my child.”

“Maybe that’s why your wife is leaving you, Jack.  You want everything.  Want to fuck her, but you have better conversations with me.  You said that she always wanted something more from you.  Always wanted you to be at home when sometimes you wanted to be out with the guys.  I’d allow you to do that.  But you need to get a grip on reality, she’s leaving you.”

“I want you out of here.  I don’t want you to call me.  I don’t want you to show up at my work, and I want you to keep my wife and son out of your mouth.  They are no concern to you.  I let this go on for too long, knowing I never wanted to fuck you.  There’s the door.”

She walks to the door, and stops to turn around to look at him, “When she leaves you, do not come running to me for a wet place to put your dick.”

“Get.  Out!”

She walks out of the precinct, heading down the stairs when she spots you.  Looking up she gives you a quick smirk, and pulls her phone up to her ear, “Yeah, I’ll see you tonight since you won’t have the kid.”

You try to keep your head held high as you walk into the station.  Trying to ignore the fact that you were pretty sure she was the girl.  And if Jack was seeing her, then he could keep seeing her.  But to have her around your son, you couldn’t tolerate, and you wouldn’t.

Callum flicks the back of his partner’s head.  Jack groans briefly, but doesn’t move.  His friend sits at his desk beside him, staring at Jack, “Don’t say I told you so.”

“What happened?  She finally leave your sorry ass?”  Jack holds his hand up, and quickly shoots Callum a bird.  “Jack, that woman was where your son was.”

“I didn’t ask her to be here.”

“That woman was where your wife was going to be,” Jack sits up, and kicks his feet on the desk, turning his face to glare at Callum.  “Okay, let’s play devil’s advocate here.  Say you went into her salon, and she’s cutting some guy’s hair.”

“She always does that.”

“But say Finn is sitting in the break room, and the man whose hair she’s cutting is the man that she has been dating.  And try to deny it, Jack.  She’s dating someone.  Fowler is already trying to get in her pants, but she is genuinely having fun with a man that isn’t you.  But that man is sitting in her chair, and…”

“I’m not dating Robyn.  I was never dating Robyn.  That was never my intention with her.  She worked at the DA’s office, and it was easy to talk to her about work.”

“You should have been doing that with your wife,” Jack dramatically rolls his eyes, slamming his face back down on the desk.  “Jack, you turned to another woman with your problems.  Don’t you think that your wife would have wanted to hear that?  Listen to that?  She loved you.  And she’s trying to make sense of this.  Trying to find herself, and who knows what she thinks happened.  What she does know, is you put someone else first before her and Finn.  That woman was here, and she saw her.  It doesn’t matter about what happened, because what did happen was enough, and it hurt her.”

The two sit in silence for a moment, before Jack lifts his phone up.  He reads the text slowly, before he narrows his eyes at Cal.  He gives the man a once over, before sending a text back.  “Why are we texting?”

“Because, instead of finding a woman to hover over, you’re dating me.  The fair is in town this weekend, and it's your weekend to have my little buddy.  So, we’re going to get out, you’re going to have a good time.  And you’re not going to think about how that might have been the end of your marriage,” Jack throws a wadded piece of paper over towards Cal, who sticks his foot out, and pushes his chair back.  “Maybe you won’t screw our dates up.”

“You know I don’t have Finn with me, right?” You ask as Dean pulls into the fairgrounds.  “Like honestly, the last time I went to the fair without my son was…”

“With me, huh?” He gives you that boyish sweet smile, and you nod over at him.  “It’ll be fun.  We can go on the Ferris wheel, and the boat, and there’s the fun house, and we’ll eat disgusting but still delicious fair food, and I’m going to win you a huge stuffed bear.”

“Okay, fine.  I’ll make the most of this as long as you promise we can go back to your place afterwards, and watch Netflix or something,” you hope that he was understanding what you were implying, and he nods excitedly.

“Yes!  There’s a new movie on there I’ve really been wanting to watch,” you hoped Dean wasn’t as oblivious as you were now believing, but you were sure getting him alone at his place would make things easy to be hot and heavy.

You actually enjoy walking through the fair with him.  You felt like you were in high school again, and even the way he timidly put his hand in yours made you look quickly down at the two of you.  It seriously was just like highschool.  Getting to the games, you drop his hand for him to throw baseballs at a target.

“You’re not eighteen anymore, Dean.”

“I still got it,” he throws a ball right in the center, but the target doesn’t fall back.  “That’s a bunch of horse shit.  I hit that.”

“Congratulations.  Here’s a toy,” the operator gives him the most adorable small bear, and he holds it out to you with a frown.

“It’s perfect,” you giggle at him.  He pulls you along to the Ferris wheel, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, while he rests his chin on your head.  Waddling up to the bucket before they help the two of you get it.

His arm goes around you quickly, and he pulls you in close.  Waiting until they stop you at the top when those candy apple green eyes turn to look at you, “What do you think of the view up here?”

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, but never look at the view, just at him in front of you.  “Dean,” his hand tightens around your shoulder, and he brings you in for a bruising kiss.  Your hands card through his hair, while his other hand steadily moves up your thigh.  Forgetting the outside world, while you enjoy this moment.

His tongue rubs over your lips, and you hungrily invite him in.  The tangy lemonade still lingering on his tongue, and you didn’t think it was possible, but he pulls you even closer.  Nearly on top of him when Jack looks up at the ride gawking.  

“What are you…uh!” Cal shouts, moving to stand in front of Finn and his friend.  “I did not ever expect you to have front row seats to her date.”

“That’s the gym teacher!  Winchester,” Jack grunts out, and looks back at Finn who was just talking up a storm to his friend.  “That’s who she’s dating?  A Gym teacher?”

“Wait, the one that you met at the school when Finn had a bloody nose?”  Jack brings his thumb and forefinger up to his temple needing to think for a moment.  He wanted to think about a lot of things, and none of which involved Dean basically groping you in front of a crowd.  His hand sliding up and down your thigh, and dipping in between your legs.

“Could he not?” Jack says as the ride goes back up. Dean’s hand sliding completely up against your core, and you lean even more into him. “I don’t like this. I wanna go home.”

“We just got here. From the looks of it, they’re not staying much longer,” Jack’s body turns to face Callum, and the bigger man grabs his stomach laughing. “I shouldn’t make fun of your misery, but your wife is a catch. Isn’t he an ex?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Makes sense. It’s easier to rebound with someone you’ve already slept with.”

“What?” Jack’s voice goes up an octave, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jack, come on man.  That woman thinks you’ve been sleeping with Robyn.  She needs to feel good again.  Not sappy crying good, but someone that makes her feel she’s the only one on the roster.”

“She was,” Jack looks back at Finn, just to make sure that he and his friend were still there, but to see if they had noticed you on the ride.  They were both deep in conversation about some Pokémon or other, and paying no mind.  “She was it.”

“Quit lying to yourself, bud.  You brought this on yourself.  Let her figure out what she wants to do in her time.  So she sleeps with him,” your estranged husband rolls his eyes, and then turns to glare back at you freely giving yourself to Dean.  “You’re not together, she’s cut you off.  Or she goes after Nick, Ow,” Cal grabs his arm after Jack hits him.  “Foul.  Don’t hit.”

“That’s not even funny.”

“Let it go.  This is your own undoing.  The bigger question is how are you going to keep the little man from seeing his mom all flustered and panting from his gym teacher?”

The ride stops, and you bite your lip, looking up at Dean, “Can we leave?”

“Yep,” his voice was raw as he holds your hand stepping off the Ferris wheel.  “We’ll go wherever…”

“Mom?” You stop in your tracks, trying to get past the line, but there your beautiful son was, and your equally handsome soon to be ex husband.  “What are you doing here?  And with Coach Winchester?”

“I’m not here with Coach Winchester.  I came here with Susan, and she ditched me, and I really wanted to ride the Ferris wheel, and Dean was here,” Jack can’t even meet your eyes.  He saw you, and it only made you stand taller.  “Dean, it was very nice to see you out, but maybe I’ll see you at school.”

“Right,” he smiles nodding his head, “Finn, I’ll see you Monday,” he walks away from you, and you start to leave as well, but Jack grabs your arm.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“At least I don’t pretend to be in love with you, while sleeping with another woman.”

“I wasn’t and have not slept with her.”

“Then maybe you should call her up next weekend.  Or maybe she only likes taken men.  Good luck with that,” you push his hand off you, and give Finn a quick hug before stomping off to find Dean, hoping that his place wasn’t far from here.

“Jack, I don’t even want to hear it.  I want to get on this ride with you, and pretend that this didn't happen.  I warned you.  She warned you, hell, your mom warned you.  I hope she has fun tonight.”

“I hate you.”

“Not as much as she hates you right now.  You gave her fuel to…”

“Shut up!  The last thing I need is an image of my wife having angry sex with the gym teacher,” Cal gives him a smile as he sits in the bucket.  Giving the seat a little tap for Jack to join him.  “She’s with the gym teacher, and I’m stuck with you.”

“You know, all those nights you were stuck with me, while she was in bed alone should have prepared you for this,” Jack spots you quickly, wanting to look away, but he can’t.  He’s sure that it isn’t love that you were feeling for Dean, but there was definitely an animalistic attraction.  The ride on the Ferris wheel showed him exactly what was going to happen, but he hated himself.  Not you.

“She’s really gone isn’t she?”

“You’re judging this because of the gym teacher?” Jack nods his head.  His eyes following you towards the fairground exit.  “She’s not going to marry that man.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Oldest saying in the book.  The best way to get over a man is to get under another.  Meet her another.  She may end up regretting it.  He’s more into her than she is him, but honestly, he’s just an idiot.  She’s still married, and he thinks he’s going to marry her or have a lasting relationship.  It honestly is what it is.  You need to worry about the storm that comes after him,” Jack turns to look at him with wide eyes, “Oh, come on.  She thinks you cheated on her.  She’s getting out there, and she’s either going to find someone, or she’s going to realize that you are worth putting up with.”

“I’m not.”

“Then, I’d say get ready for a long winter.  A long cold one, but then again, sometimes Santa Claus makes Christmas miracles happen.”

“Well, if you see him, tell him I want my wife back for Christmas.  I’ll do anything.  Whatever she wanted,” Jack follows you and Dean all the way out to his car, and Callum can’t help but smile.  His eye twinkles for a moment, and he hopes that Jack means what he says he means, because life can be funny sometimes.

You push Dean past his door, your lips connecting to any part of his body.  Both of your fingers begin a near fight to see who could get clothes off fastest.  Getting an article of clothing off only for your bodies to push back up against each other.  Your fingers push off his shirt, and you run your hands up his chest, but he pushes you off him.  

“My god, you still look amazing.  Better.  You’re curvier.”

“Shh,” you tell him quickly as you undo his button.  “Where’s the bedroom?” Dean wraps his hands around your ass, before lifting you up.  Letting your covered core feel his bulge, and your body searches for any type of relief.  Hunching on him as he carries you into the room.  “Condom?”

“Yeah, I got you,” he tosses you on the bed, and while he reaches for the rubber, you shimmy out of your panties, and he stops, staring at your naked body.  Your swollen folds slippery and glistening.  

You smirk at him, and run your hand over your slit, biting at your lip, “Dean, I promise you it’s much better from the inside.  Just put the condom on.”

He puts the packet in between his teeth, ripping an opening.  Pulling the latex out, he slowly rolls it on his length.  You weren’t the only one that had changed in all those years.  Dean was now a man, and he knew how attractive he was.  Still had that rugged boyish charm, but that deep gravelly voice traveled straight to your pussy, “Dean, I’m waiting.”

He grabs at your ankle, and jerks you down the bed.  Flipping your body around, and lifts you up to your knees.  Flattening his hand out, he gives your pussy a few slaps.  Hitting it over and over again, before one abrupt push has him balls deep into your cunt, and you mewl in desperation.  

It had been so long since you had anyone else’s cock, that this felt foreign.  He was thick.  While he was deep, it was comfortable.  He slowly pulls himself out, before snapping his hips back into you.  Letting your fingers cling to the blanket, and you turn to look back at him.  He was only staring at where the two of you connected.  

Watches every time that he pulls out, and your walls hug him so tightly.  Pounding into your ass harshly, and he grabs at your hips.  Going even harder with the added leverage.  There was nothing he loved more than your hands trying to find something to grip to.  You were arching yourself more, wanting him to hit every part of you.  

This was not the sweet love making from years past, this was manic and hard.  Even the way he wrapped an arm around you to play with your clit.  Moaning when your juices drip onto his palm.  “Did I make you that wet, honey, or is your cunt that needy?  Fuuck! You’re squeezing me so tight.  You missed me didn’t you?”

You just wanted to feel the pleasure.  Wanted to ignore anything he was saying.  “I knew it.  We were meant to be,” what?  “It’s like the universe brought us back together.  And perfect timing.”

“Dean…”

“It’s okay.  I feel it.”

“That’s just my cunt because I’m about to cum.”

“No.  I feel the warmth radiating off of you.”

“Again…my cunt.  Dean, fuck me harder.”

“Ugh,” he grunts as he slams into you even harder.  Your arousal leaks onto the bed, and you let out a pornographic scream.  Arching your back as complete euphoria takes over your body.  Bliss settles over you, and he starts to change his pace.  

This wasn’t going to work out.  You push and pull yourself on his cock instead.  Getting the perfect angle and speed.  Slamming your cunt onto his cock, and you start to see stars.  You were pissed.  Pissed at Jack for trying to ruin your evening.  Pissed at Dean for making this more than it was, and pissed at yourself for thinking your first love was going to be the answer.

Whimpering out in your anger and pleasure, your legs start trembling as you gush over his cock, “Dammit,” you scream.  Crawling off of him, you grab his hand and yank him on the bed.  You were a grown woman and knew how to take control.  You settle over his cock.  Riding him with your face pointing at the ceiling.  This wasn’t how you wanted the evening to go.

You wanted to be fucked.  Face down on the pillow.  Fucked so hard you went stupid.  And now you were having to do all the work.  Your thoughts run rampant in your mind, because Jack had to plant that little seed in your brain.  You still loved him, and that pissed you off.  It pissed you off because you knew you deserved better than a man that would run around on you.  A man that would have his mistress at his work and around his son.  Pissed because this was hard, and it sucked.

“Right there.  Right there, baby.  I wanna fill you up.  Never did that.  Let me do it.”

“Shut up!” You scream at Dean, still unable to look at him.  You cry through your anger.  Your tears only provoke another orgasm.  Dean’s own head tilts back, and he chirps as he lets himself go.  You slow your bounces to a steady grind before you come down from your high.  Looking down at Dean somehow made this worse.  You could never give him all that he was wanting.  You didn’t work out with him for a reason.  You just wanted an easy lay.

Crawling off of him, you go to gather your clothes, “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“What?  Why?  You’ll be there alone.”

“I need to be alone right now,” he starts to say something, but you push your finger up against his mouth.  “Don’t go chasing after me.  I can’t do this.  I don’t want what we had when we were kids.  I don’t want to go in reverse, or visit the past.”

“We’ve had fun these past few weeks.”

“Dean, I can’t be the woman you want me to be.  You understand that, right?  I can’t pretend that I’m not angry and hurt by Jack.  I don’t want to be that vulnerable with you.  This lovesick moment you cooked up in your head, can’t happen with me.”

“But you're my girl.”

You give him a soft smile, and lean down to kiss his lips gently.  “I’ll always be your girl.  But that girl grew up, and she’s now a woman.  With a child and a divorce on the horizon.  I’m not who I used to be, and I’m not apologizing for my growth, because I’ll continue to grow, and so will you.  You deserve someone that will be this submissive wife to you.  That doesn’t have the baggage I have.  And one day, you’ll have that.”

“I could have it with you,” his pouty face always got you, and you had to look away shaking your head.  “I could.”

“That’s not me anymore, Dean.  Take care of yourself, and don’t take this out on my son.  Everything I do always has to benefit him.  You’re not just dating me, you’ll eventually date him, and you have never asked about him.  Never talked about him.  You get snippy if I have to leave to get him.  He is my everything.  And one day, when a woman gives you that, you’ll understand.  But I can’t have someone look at Finn as an annoyance.  Take this for what it was.  Two people who were once in love fuck one last time.  And it felt good.”

You give him one more final kiss before booking you a ride.  You hated that you had to possibly hurt someone to spread your wings, but you never gave Dean any indication that you wanted anything serious.  He still didn’t fulfill your need for just hard pounding sex.  You pull out your phone, and send a message to Nick, ‘Two weeks from today, I could use a night.’

One night?

‘That’s all I want.’

I can provide that.

You look at your other messages, but click off to text Frank.  He was the only one that you gave your personal number to.  ‘Vacation anywhere in the world, where would it be?’

Puerto Rico.  Good food.  Sun.  Don’t need a passport.  And could spend all day doing nothing.  Or drinking.  Or eating.  There’s water, and boats, complete fun.  You?

‘I like your answer.’

If you had to live anywhere else in the world where would it be?

‘Somewhere out west in the middle of nowhere so I didn’t have anyone to bother me.  You?’

Anywhere where I could be in the middle of nowhere is fine with me.

You click out of the message to send one to TJ, ‘I need wine!’

The dick not that good?

‘He thought we were going to get back together.’

I’m bringing pizza and caramel M&Ms.  Also bringing Nutella and Biscoffs.

‘I love you Teej.’

Did he at least wear something?  I don’t want another oopsie baby even if I love Finn with all my heart.  Next baby I want you to be completely in love.

‘Yes.  Now bring me junk food.’

Jack peeks into his son’s bedroom to find him and his friend passed out, and trash was everywhere.  One look at him was the only confirmation he needed to prove that once upon a time you and Jack truly loved each other.  He thinks about when you and him were the happiest.  Had learned to make a few hookups, turned family work out.  

He gathers up the trash out of the floor, throwing a blanket on each boy, before he leaves.  Checking his phone to only see desperate texts from Robyn.  He clicks on her info before blocking the number all together.  He didn’t care what you were going through right now, he would prove that he could be both the father and husband that you deserved.  No matter what.  

You were made for him, and he was made for you.  He didn’t care if it took until the divorce was final for you to realize that.  He was going to be the partner he should have been all along.  Seeing you with Dean had hurt him more than anything he could realize.  You looked awkward and foreign in his arms, and he finally understood the pain he caused you when you had to see the calls and texts that were being sent to Robyn.  You wouldn’t be seeing them anymore, and that was a promise.  And one he would keep.

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