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Damn It, Faith

WC: 981

Warnings: smut, getting caught, unedited, f!reader, use of Y/N, I don't think anything else

18+ MDNI

Her ankles were on his shoulders, his fingers, which were buried in her hair, tugged and forced her neck to arch back as his teeth nipped the sensitive skin there in synchronicity with each slam of his hips. She gasped over and over, each thrust causing the plump head of his cock to hit the sweet spot hidden in her walls and each nip adding just the right amount of pain to the ecstasy.

He grunted with one particularly sharp thrust forward and she could feel his lips curl into a smug smirk when she made a noise very similar to his own, deep and low. She attempted to scowl at his smugness but another sharp thrust right into the spongy spot that had been so difficult for everyone but Will to find had her instead dropping her jaw open in pleasure.

They were both so immersed, so lost in the pleasure of each other, that they failed to notice the sound of someone knocking on their front door, or the stack of missed calls lighting up the screen of Will’s phone.

Both Will and Y/N were of a hypervigilant nature so it was rare for them to be so unaware, so lost in themselves that they forget the trauma and ghosts that haunted them and left them on edge at all times. In fact, the only time they found themselves not alert was when they were lost in each other. It was usually a good thing— a peace found that was usually out of reach, but today it would bite them in the ass.

He grinned at her in a feral manner that rarely graced the face of gentlemanly Will Trent, one never seen and seemingly out of character for a man who carries a handkerchief— unless you were Y/N of course. It was a smile Y/N got to see regularly, one she held close to her heart and made her stomach clench.

He moaned, pressing their foreheads together. “You’re doin’ so good for me, pretty girl.”

Y/N tried to reply but her brain was mush and tongue was numb so all she could do was let out a high pitched whine in reply, her eyes pinched tight.

“Feel good, honey?”

She nodded eagerly, forehead rubbing against his own and her eyes pinched tight as equally eager little noises escaped her with each powerful slap of his hips meeting her’s.

“HOLY SHIT, WILL.” Faith’s loud, uncharacteristic screech was a shock to say the least, taking a moment to register in the couple’s minds.

When it finally did, Y/N’s own horrified screech put Faith’s to shame as she yanked Will down on top of her with a force that made him grunt, the woman using his bare form as a modesty shield for her own.

Faith was turned around in the doorway, back to them and heels of her hands pressed firmly against her eyes.

“Damn it, Faith.” Will snapped out, accent thick with anger. He was breathing heavily and leaning on his forearms on either side of Y/N’s head, her entire face bright red and covered by her hands. “What the hell are you doin’ here?!”

“We have a case, Trent.” She snapped back just as testily. Her and Will were as similar as they were different, and embarrassment manifested as anger in both the partners as was obvious in the way they were now scowling fiercely at each other. Faith was seemingly no longer embarrassed by the… situation… she’d found the couple in. The blush had faded from her cheeks and she was no longer avoiding eye contact, arms crossed and face twisted in annoyance rather than discomfort.

“So you broke into my house?” He spit out, his heavy breathing and flushed face now due solely to anger rather than exertion.

“I called you like 27 times, Will! And knocked on your door twice! I got concerned.” She huffed, rolling her eyes before her expression shifted to a kinder one as her eyes met Y/N’s from where she was peeking out over one of Will’s biceps. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“’S okay,” Y/N squeaked out before burrowing back into Will’s chest, face still a bright crimson.

While Y/N might have pardoned Faith, Will Trent had most certainly not. He was too private of a person, and this violation felt too strong.

“Get the fuck out, Mitchell.”

“Will!” Y/N admonished from her buried place of shame, but he didn’t reply.

Faith rolled her eyes, used to his temper everytime she got a little closer to him, and simply huffed before leaving the bedroom, tossing a “We leave in ten minutes, Trent!” over her shoulder as she went.

He growled lowly under his breath at her back before turning to duck down and place his forehead against Y/N’s once more. “You alright, sweet girl?”

She nodded in reply, too horrified to even form a sensical sentence as her mind replayed the moment Faith fucking Mitchell had seen Will balls deep inside her on an endless loop. She was going to have nightmares about this day… at least it wasn’t Amanda Wagnar.

He huffed again, pulling back to press a kiss to her forehead as he finally pulled out from inside her.

Oh god. He’d been inside her while talking to Mitchell. His ass had been out throughout that whole conversation.

“I can never face Faith ever again.”

He chuckled as he stood up and grabbed his suit for the day and began pulling his trousers on. “She’s the one who broke into our house… and then our bedroom,” he snapped out in an odd blend of humor and anger.

“Kill me now.” Y/N groaned as she rolled over, burying her face into a pillow hoping to smother herself and never have to face the light of day again.

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