Fire & Blush | Kinktober Day 2 – Embarassment | The Accidental Husband

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Patrick was, by all metrics, a loud man. He was big and possessed a raspy, booming laugh that could easily carry over the blare of a fire engine siren. When you first crossed paths with him, stumbling into his life during the utter chaos of his revenge scheme against a high-profile radio host, he had been a force of nature. Energetic and endlessly charming, Patrick was the kind of guy who took up every inch of space in a room and made no apologies for it.

Which made his current state of absolute, unmitigated ruin so much sweeter.

After a long night that started with drinks at his favorite dive bar and devolved into a heated, breathless argument in the alleyway behind the building, the two of you had barely made it through the front door of his cramped apartment. Jackets were tossed blindly onto the kitchen counter, boots kicked off against the doorframe, and before Patrick could even attempt to play the suave, take-charge leading man he so desperately loved to be, you had completely flipped the script.

Now, he was pinned flat on his back against his own mattress, his dark hair a windswept, messy mop against the white pillows.

You were sitting astride his lap, holding his thick wrists firmly above his head. Every time he tried to buck his hips up to take over the pace, because Patrick’s ego dictated that he always had to be the one taking care of you, you pressed him right back down, setting an agonizingly slow, agonizingly deep rhythm that had his broad chest heaving.

"Ah— Jesus, sweetheart," Patrick choked out, his broad shoulders tensing as a fierce, dark crimson flush spread from the open collar of his Henley all the way up to his ears. He bit his lower lip hard, trying desperately to swallow down a loud, needy groan, but it slipped out anyway, echoing loudly in the quiet bedroom.

His dark eyes snapped shut in sheer, flustered embarrassment.

"Don't look at me like that," he rasped, turning his head sideways into the fabric of the pillow to hide the deep blush burning his cheeks. His rough cadence was broken, completely stripped of its usual smooth, playful confidence. "I'm— damn it, I'm supposed to be the one making you lose your mind right now. Not... not begging like a damn teenager."

You leaned down, your lips brushing right against the sensitive, hot skin beneath his jaw, whispering a low, wicked teasing comment about how soft he was acting, how easy he was to turn into a helpless mess, and how loud his breath was hitching every single time you moved your hips.

Patrick squeezed his eyes shut tighter, a shaky, breathy laugh escaping him, half flustered, half completely ruined by the sheer pleasure of it.

"You're an absolute menace, you know that?" he stammered, his hips giving an involuntary, desperate twitch beneath you that betrayed just how close he was to the edge. "God, my face is burning... stop teasing me and just— please, sweetheart, let me move..."

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Welcome to my JDM Kinktober 2026 series! I'm kicking off a month of prompts dedicated entirely to Jeffrey Dean Morgan's characters. Featured Characters in this Series:

Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband)

Negan Smith (The Walking Dead)

Joe Kessler (The Boys)

John Winchester (Supernatural)

Max (The Resident)

Edward Blake (Watchmen)