Title: Making Up
Pairing: JD McDonagh x AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 1,372
Warnings: Smut, swears
After your fight, the tension between you and JD lingers in the air like a thick fog. You’d both said things you weren’t proud of in the heat of the moment, the words you hurled at each other still reverberating in your minds, leaving the bitter taste of regret in your mouths once the dust had settled.
JD’s guilt has begun to consume him, and he hasn’t been able to bring himself to even look at you for the past half an hour or so before you excused yourself to the bedroom. You shut yourself in, wanting to keep your distance from him while you cool off, but he doesn’t even want to entertain the idea of you two going to bed upset at each other.
It takes some deliberation, but JD gathers his courage and approaches the bedroom door, loitering outside while he mulls his words over in his head for a moment, wanting to tread carefully to avoid any further potential upset.
“Babe?” he calls out softly, lightly rapping his knuckles on the bedroom door, “Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”
JD waits for a response that doesn’t come, and he lets out a deep sigh, leaning forward against the door to rest his forehead against the surface. He tries again, knocking on the door once more with one hand while the other ghosts over the door handle.
“I’m coming in this time, alright?”
JD announces his presence rather than asking permission now as he slowly opens the bedroom door, and he steps into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
When he steps in, the first thing he sees is you huddled on the edge of the bed, your puffy eyes staring blankly at the wall, your breathing still shaky as you calm yourself. Seeing you this upset and knowing that he’s the sole cause of it tears at JD’s heart, and once he gathers the courage to do so, he slowly approaches where you’re sitting.
“(Y/N),” he begins, his voice tender, “I’m sorry. So sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did. I know I overreacted, okay? I don’t want us to go to bed upset at each other.”
JD tells you, but in the back of his mind, he knows that words may not be enough. Tentatively, he reaches out to you, and when you make no attempt to pull away, he places a gentle hand on your thigh.
“Neither do I,” you eventually respond, your voice still hoarse, “I think we’re both at fault, but still. I’m sorry, too. I said some things to you that I’m not proud of, either.”
JD visibly relaxes when your eyes finally meet his. He shifts himself to sit beside you on the bed and reaches for one of your hands, raising it to his lips to press a feather-light kiss on your knuckles, then another, and another, until he reaches your wrist. Your eyes gradually soften at the tenderness of his touch and the gesture as a whole, and it’s all you need to know that he’s doing his best to try making amends.
As if to reward him, you lean into him, and JD takes the opportunity to draw you in even closer before your lips meet softly, like a promise, warm and gentle. In the process, he slides a hand under your shirt, his fingertips ghosting over your ribs, making you shiver in delight.
“Let me make it all up to you. Show you how sorry I am.”
He whispers into the crook of your neck once he momentarily breaks the kiss, and you absolutely won’t deny him that chance. As soon as the hum of approval slips through your lips, JD gently nudges you back onto the bed to lay you flat on your back.
There, he plants a string of kisses down the curve of your neck, all the way down until he finds his way to your collarbones, the intensity and passion in each kiss slowly growing. You arch into his touch, and he begins to slowly unbutton your shirt, revealing your bra, his eyes lingering on your breasts before he dips down to kiss each inch of the exposed flesh.
“Not in any rush, hm?”
You ask, your tone hushed, and JD simply chuckles lowly, dragging his lips back up to their rightful place against yours, where he claims them in another fervent kiss.
“Wanna take my time with you, what can I say,” he states matter-of-factly, his lips brushing against yours, “Tonight’s all about you.”
With some slight assistance on your part, he reaches behind you when you arch into him, tugging the clasp of your bra open. You shrug yourself out of both garments that still linger on your upper body, letting them drop away to reveal your nipples, hard and puckered from the cool air, begging for attention.
JD takes one in his mouth, suckling firmly before he moves to the other, eliciting a gasp and a soft groan from you. His hands roam your body, gently caressing your hips, your stomach, even your thighs as he continues to worship your breasts.
Then, he proceeds to trail kisses down your body, pausing at your navel to glance up at you with a smirk on his face. He traces a finger along the waistband of your pants before you take the hint and raise your hips up for him, and then he slips them down your thighs, your panties following suit a few seconds later.
“Absolutely beautiful.”
JD remarks under his breath, eyes scanning over your naked form, and he wastes little more time before he nudges your legs apart and positions himself between your thighs. He spends no time teasing you in the slightest, either.
Now face to face with your core, he licks a slow, long stripe along your folds with his tongue, lapping you up already. Your hand reaches downward, curling your fingers into his hair with a groan as you eagerly rock your hips to meet his mouth. His tongue parts your folds, soon flicking over your clit once, twice, before he repeatedly circles around it.
“Fuck, I forgot how good you are at this-”
You compliment him, succeeding in spurring him on further. JD grips at your thighs, the tips of his fingers pressing into the supple skin while he utterly devours you and relishes the taste of you, drawing moans out of you that vary in pitch while your eyes flutter shut and your back arches in pleasure.
JD drops a hand from your thigh, and his fingers journey their way to your wet entrance. He briefly teases, but he slides one inside you, followed by a second, working in tandem with his mouth.
You grow louder and more desperate for him, unable to keep yourself still while you greedily grind against his ministrations, letting out a whine when he thrusts and curls his fingers inside of you to consistently hit the spot that will get you seeing stars.
“Oh my god, I’m nearly there!”
You whimper, your body tensing in preparation of your orgasm washing over you, and JD’s movements now grow frantic. With a primal growl, he practically buries himself between your thighs, not even coming up for air as he does his damndest to send you over the edge.
And before long, you’re convulsing under his touch, crying out his name while your legs quiver around his head and your orgasm washes over you. But JD doesn’t stop, even after your orgasm has passed. He slows down in intensity, pulling you down from the heights of pleasure while your pussy still twitches in the aftershocks.
He eventually withdraws, lifting his head with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, his chin glistening with your juices. He licks his lips clean, savouring the taste of your essence before he wipes at his chin with the back of his hand.
“That was just the first round of the night,” JD grins, tugging his shirt over his head while you lay there, chest heaving as you catch your breath, “Because I think I still have way more making up to do to you yet…”
Summary- You are hanging with Jason Dean after the Heather incident, thinking the was a one time thing until he mentions Kurt and Ram, little does he know you know the truth in his lie.
A/N- sorry this is so short and it kinda sucks, it’s just something I had in mind and wrote. Apologies I haven’t posted a lot lately, I’m having a bit of a bad writers block and have been busy but I promise I’ll try to try harder!
Incase you don’t know- “ich luge” stands for “i lie”
“You’re absolutely insane” is all you can say as he pulls out a gun and begins discussing everything he can do to Kurt and Ram, who yes, they did hurt you, but it doesn’t mean you have to hurt them in such a way.
“I’m insane and you love it” JD smirks causing you to just shake your head. “This isn’t a sexual thing! You’re holding a gun right now and threatening two people we know!” You exclaim
“Did they upset you, make you cry?” He asks. “Yes” you whisper. “Can they do that anymore if we get rid of them?” He asks again. “JD! What the fuck!” You yell to which he laughs.
“Relax, relax!” He tells you, “calm down, the bullets aren’t real. They’re different” he states.
“Different how? What do you mean ‘they aren’t real’? If they aren’t real how can you hurt them with them? That makes no sense” you shake your head in confusion trying to figure this out.
“The bullets, they contain this powerful tranquilizer. The Nazis used them to fake their own suicides when the Russians invaded Berlin. We will use them to knock Kurt and Ram out long enough to make it look like a suicide pact, complete with a forged suicide note” he says in a smug tone.
“God JD, I thought Heather was just a mistake, an accident, a never again thing. It seems like you just have murder on your mind, and I’m not sure if I want to fake another suicide note again, especially considering what you want to do to them!” You say barely being able to make sense of all this.
“I told you the bullets aren’t real! They need to learn not to fuck with people and especially not you! You deserve better, and if I need to take everyone out to give you the world you deserve that’s what I’ll do!” He exclaims, aggressively putting the bullets in the gun.
“What are these magic ‘won’t actually kill them!’ bullets even called? Maybe I’ve heard of them” you say softer, not wanting to know what he’s capable of if you yell more.
“These my dear, are ich luge bullets” he picks one up off the bed and places it in your hand. “JD…” you whisper. “I guess there’s certain things you don’t know about me” you state
“No, no, I know everything, well most things about you. The big stuff, I know the big stuff. I love you, you’re my world, I’ll learn everything about you. Tell me, what don’t I know so I can be better next time?” He rambles on and you break the news.
“I speak fluent German” you say and his eyes widen, “I guess you speak fluent liar” you state.
Hey! First and foremost I just wanted to say that you are so talented and you can truly see how versatile and creative you are!
I was just wondering if you would do a JD McDonagh x reader smut? Maybe there was an incident where JD gets jealous and overprotective and wants to prove to his girl that the only man on her mind should be him and he’d do anything for her? (Idk he seems like a big sap lol) Or something along those lines?
Thanks!
A/N: Thank you so much, it means the world!!<3
I might have gotten slightlyyy carried away with this one as shown by the word count, oops
Title: The Only One For Me
Pairing: JD McDonagh x AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 2,743
Warnings: Smut, swears
JD’s eyes widen when he sees you talking to another man at a party, and no matter how many times he tells himself over and over that you’re just playing along and being friendly, that you’d never do anything out of left like that in the first place, he can still feel the uncontrollable jealousy rising in his chest and the possessiveness kicking in despite his best efforts.
Maybe it’s because even from a distance, JD can read the other guy’s body language and he can tell that he’s practically undressing you with his eyes, but he wants to march over there and pull you away, to remind you that you belong to him while making a scene.
But for your sake, he decides not to make a big deal out of it like he’d originally planned to. Instead, he takes a deep breath and approaches you both casually, plastering a charming smile on his face as the distance between him and you gradually decreases, mentally drilling it into himself not to do anything rash or stupid.
As he gets closer, he hears the man say something that makes you laugh, sees the way he leans in and brushes his hand against your bare shoulder, and that's all he needs to know to make sure that he doesn’t waste another second in knocking things on the head.
"Hey, I don't think we've met," JD purposely cuts in between the two of you, extending his hand to the other man as soon as he’s within range, "I'm JD, her boyfriend."
He emphasizes the word 'boyfriend', wanting to make it clear that you’re taken. The man shakes his hand regardless, looking a little taken aback, while you turn to face JD with your eyes slightly widening when you catch onto exactly what he’s playing at.
"Oh, uh, nice to meet you. I don’t think we have met before, no," the man stammers, "I was just complimenting the way she looks tonight. You know, she has great taste-"
JD's grip tightens on your waist, pulling you a little closer to him while his lips strain into a forced smile. JD chuckles dryly as he cuts him off, nodding in agreement, and he already has a retort for him which he doesn’t miss a beat on.
"Yeah, she does," he agrees, his eyes never leaving the other man's face. "And lucky for me, her taste in men is even better."
JD’s eyes don’t leave the other man’s, and your jaw hangs slack at his words before you rapidly compose yourself. Not wanting to create a massive scene, you subtly nudge JD with your elbow, to which he gives your hip a quick squeeze in a silent gesture of ‘we’ll talk about this later’.
“You know what? Message received loud and clear,” the man concedes after a moment of silence, passing a huff of defeated laughter before he holds his hands up in surrender, “She didn’t tell me she was already spoken for. I’ll leave you both be. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
He starts to back away, and you hang your head slightly, realising the implication of the last of his words - she didn’t tell me she was already spoken for.
You hope JD doesn’t catch on, doesn’t turn something innocent into something it really doesn’t have to be, but at present, it’s like he hasn’t even acknowledged anything other than this stranger finally taking the hint. Triumphant, JD can’t help himself by making sure he absolutely does get the last word in.
“Oh, we will,” he grins, his gaze unwavering as the man backs away, “We’ll enjoy the rest of our night, too.”
“JD!”
You finally break your silence now that you’re both alone, lightly swatting at his chest with the back of your hand as you scold him. JD simply smirks before he turns his attention to you, now opting to wear an expression of faux innocence. You raise a brow at him, not looking overly impressed, but JD still leans in to brush his lips over yours in an almost-kiss.
“I could see the way he was acting with you, the way he was looking at you,” he whispers against your lips, “He probably waited for me to walk away so he could take his chance.”
This time, he actually does press his lips against yours in a soft kiss, but you don’t fully reciprocate, leaving JD pulling back to gauge your reaction.
“We were just talking. I was being polite, I don’t see why you had to-”
“Being polite? Then why didn’t you turn him down?”
JD challenges you, looking at you expectantly, and all the fight drains from you in that moment. There it is, you think, here we go.
“Well, I…I didn’t think that I had to. Honestly, babe, I think you’re looking into it way too much. I wasn’t even interested in him. Why would I be?”
Your voice is hushed as you plead your case to him, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to you both. JD hums in contemplation before he shrugs lightly and leans in again, this time pressing his lips to your neck and peppering your skin with tender kisses and light nips.
“You tell me,” he tells you between pecks and nips that continue to grow in intensity, “Maybe you need a reminder of whose girl you are.”
When he elicits a soft gasp from you, he chuckles into the crook of your neck before he pulls away for a moment. Then, his lips are on yours, kissing you fully, like he’s trying to prove a point. You’re quick to give in, unable to resist his advances, and you only temporarily put a stop to things when they begin to heat up rather quickly.
“JD, come on,” you’re breathless when the kiss breaks for a moment, “Not in front of everyone like this-”
“No? Then why don’t we slip away to that room behind me instead? Gives us a bit more privacy that way.”
He nods to the door that’s across the way behind him, a smirk dancing along his lips when he notices the heat rising to your cheeks almost instantaneously, even more so when he shoots you a knowing look.
You can’t deny that there’s something thrilling about it. You’ve never done this before, never slipped away from a party like this with him with the sole purpose of him going to town on you, but the thought of it alone sends jolts of the perfect cocktail of excitement and arousal through you.
You don’t need that much time to mull it over at all, but you at least pretend that you do while multiple scenarios are already playing themselves out in your head. All the while, JD physically can’t keep his hands off you while he’s holding you and waiting for an answer, and you bite your lip before you put him out of his misery.
“Am I going first? Or are you?”
You practically purr, and JD chuckles lowly before he leans in to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear.
“You go first, but just make sure you’re ready for me when I get there.”
JD smirks and gives you a kiss to part with before you’re on your way, turning around only to admire the view while he’s watching you leave. You can feel his eyes burning holes through you as you’re walking, and it makes you feel giddy.
You’re trembling with excitement of what’s to come, and you do your best to keep a neutral expression and act like absolutely nothing out of the ordinary is about to happen while you’re passing through the other partygoers surrounding you while you’re heading towards the room in question.
When you get there, you turn the handle and slip inside, firmly shutting the door behind you. It’s not a big room in the slightest, more something used for storage, but it’s still big enough to serve the purpose it’s about to be used for. The fact that there’s a lock on the door is an added bonus.
You find the nearest surface to perch yourself on, and you smile smugly to yourself as you hike your dress up enough for you to be able to slip your thumbs under the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your thighs until they’re resting at your ankles.
As if on cue, JD slips into the room mere moments later, and he’s quick to firmly close and lock the door behind him when he catches sight of your panties resting at your ankles before you let them drop to the floor. His heart pounds in his chest at you perched there, ready and waiting for him just like he’d told you to be.
“Had a sneaky feeling you’d listen,” JD breathes out, taking two large steps forward to close what little distance there is between you both, “Good girl.”
With that, his lips are crashing against yours in a heated, passionate kiss, and he lets all of his pent up emotions pour into the kiss as his tongue delves into your mouth to claim you as his own.
When JD finally pulls back, his chest heaves with laboured breaths, and he reaches up to tangle his fingers in your hair as he tilts your head back to expose the smooth column of your throat. He leans in, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin as you gasp and groan under his touch.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and rough with desire, “Seeing him flirting with you like that, I couldn’t stand it. I should be the only man on your mind.”
His hands slide down your body to map out every curve and contour of yours, reveling in the way you fit so perfectly against him. You see JD’s eyes darken with lust in real time, and your heart races as you gaze into his eyes and see the desire and need reflecting right back at you.
“So I’m gonna make you forget about everything and everyone else,” he promises, his voice thick with lust, “I’ll make sure that the only thing on your mind by the time we’re finished here is me, that the only name you remember is mine.”
JD’s hands cup the swell of your breasts over your dress, already feeling your nipples hardening under his touch, begging for more. You arch into his touch, groaning softly at the feeling of his hands on you combined with the way his teeth graze over your pulse point before he’s sucking hard, determined to leave his mark on you.
With one hand still cupping your breast, the other slips under your dress and between your legs, his fingers gliding through your slick folds. He groans at the evidence of your arousal coating his fingers already, and he wastes little time in circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you until you’re rocking against his ministrations.
“Fuck, you’re already dripping wet. You want it that badly, huh?”
“Don’t tease, please-”
You tell him, but it doesn’t deter him. Instead, JD does exactly that, teasing your entrance with a finger, still refusing to give you precisely what you want. You’re clawing at him, drawing him impossibly closer to you until you feel the growing evidence of his own arousal brush against your thigh.
“We both want it,” you pant, your chest flushed and heaving, “And we can’t stay in here too long. People are gonna notice we’re gone.”
You use rationale against him, and he has no choice but to listen. You know he’ll take his time with you later when you’re both in the comfort of your own room, anyway. Reluctantly, JD withdraws his hand from between your legs, but he’s moving at light speed to unbuckle his belt and tug his tenting pants down enough to be able to slip his boxers down and free his cock from its confines.
Your eyes shift downwards, and you’re already hiking your dress up even more and parting your legs to make room for him to settle between them, welcoming him home. JD reaches down between you both, taking his cock into his grasp, already hard and ready for you.
“I’ll make sure I take my time with you later instead.”
JD promises, and with that, he’s pushing his hips forward and sinking into your welcoming heat with a low groan. A moan tears itself from your throat at the familiar stretch of him inside you, so much so that you clasp a hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the noise down.
True to his word, the only thing on your mind right now is him. The feeling of him inside you, how good he makes you feel, the way you sincerely doubt that nobody but him will be able to have this effect on you, the way his name dances on the tip of your tongue as it waits to burst free from your lips.
Consumed by your thoughts, JD buries himself to the hilt inside you, and you only come to when he gives you a singular hard thrust to drag you back to the real world. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, the heels of your shoes digging into him as you desperately try to pull him in deeper.
“JD, please,” you’re already begging, though you’re not quite sure what for, “You feel so good, oh my god-”
From there on out, he sets a steady rhythm between you both, and the soft sound of skin making contact with skin fills the room while you both do your utmost to keep the noise to a minimum.
You pull JD flush against you as he drives into you as deep as possible, scrambling for purchase as you involuntarily clench around his cock to drag a low moan out of him. He leaves you quietly begging for more, from him, your words becoming incoherent when he repeatedly grazes against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
“Tell me how it feels,” JD growls, slamming his lips against yours in a searing kiss, “Tell me I’m the only one for you. The only one who’s ever and will ever make you feel this good.”
“You’re the only one for me, fuck…I’ll never want anyone else! God, I’m so close, babe-”
You whimper against his lips, keening when you trail a hand downwards to rub at your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. You’re both determined to send each other tumbling over the edge, so lost in the pleasure, and with a few more perfectly angled thrusts, your walls are convulsing around him, gripping him like a vice as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.
The way you’re squeezing him becomes too much to handle, and it doesn’t take much for JD to spill himself inside you with a moan of your name. You’re still twitching around him, still on the comedown from the crescendo of your own orgasm, and he falls forward slightly to press some of his weight against you, effectively pinning you against the wall where you’re still sitting on the table in the room.
“Holy shit, you’re incredible.”
JD pants, chuckling breathlessly, pressing a kiss to your temple while he fights to regain some composure. You’re boneless beneath him, your legs still wrapped around his waist but slackening slightly.
He remains settled between your legs for a moment before he pulls out of you, and you whimper in protest at the loss, but he’s quick to placate you with gentle, tender kisses full of love and affection.
“I know I was fucked out at the time, but I meant what I said,” you tell him once you’re able to form a sentence, still recovering from an orgasm that made your toes curl, “You’re the only one for me, JD. I don’t ever want you to think otherwise.”
JD smiles softly at the reassurance, helping you sit up straighter just so he can hold you in his arms and wrap you in a loving embrace.
“No, I know that now,” he murmurs into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, “And it goes without saying, but you’re the only one for me, too. I love you, baby.”
Could you do a NSFW JD McDonagh head cannon thingy with D, S, J, T, L (there’s not enough of him and you’re just so good at writing!!)
Thanks so much!!
Thank you so much!!
NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI.
Again for anyone who wants to throw more at me, I will do one character and 5 letters at a time per request.
JD McDonagh NSFW Alphabet (D, J, L, S, T)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)When he gets the chance, he’s using articles of your clothing to help get himself off. It’s typically a pair of your panties since they’re smaller and a bit more discreet to hide in his luggage if he’s away, and he’s inhaling the lingering scent of you on them while he jerks off.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)He can cope without it for a little while, but if he’s really missing you when you’re not around and he’s all alone some nights, it’s something he’ll do a bit more frequently, especially if you send him something to look at to make his imagination run wild or even call him, though it obviously pales in comparison to the real thing.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)While the obvious go-to is in a private setting such as the bed or even the couch, he’s also not opposed to a little risk either. You two might have had a quickie once, twice, maybe even three times in the Judgment Day clubhouse in the past…
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two rounds, easy. Three at a push, but he knows how to drag each one out and he can confidently say he’ll leave you utterly spent by the time you’re both done.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He owns a few, specifically to use on you or watch you use on yourself, and he’s definitely open to expanding the collection if there’s any new toys you happen to have your eye on while browsing online at all
