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;; 12 Days of Kinkmas Day 10 - Pierre-Luc Dubois - Old Flames

Summary: When you agreed to join your Tinder match for a holiday gathering - and potentially a much needed hookup - you didn’t expect to run into ex Pierre-Luc Dubois and have all the feelings you had pushed aside resurface. Kinks & TW: exes to lovers, bathroom hook up - while on a date with someone else, unprotected sex, creampie, mild jealousy (Luc is jealous), quickie Word Count: 3720

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess @mitchymainer @equallyshaw @starshine-hockey-girl @beccaiscold @samanthasgone

It had been your third round of introductions for the night as you hung off your date’s arm, your hand leaving the strength of his forearm as you reached out to meet each friendly handshake that came from people you hadn’t planned to remember the names of for longer than the duration of the conversation. Sure, it would have come off as rude if you had said it out loud, but while this was a holiday party for your date, to you, this was just one night. You had met Morgan through one of the many dating apps you had on your phone, but you couldn’t quite remember which one. He had been handsome enough to earn a swipe right, and held good enough conversation for you to take his invite to be his plus one seriously - but it was the promise of the open bar that really won you over.

Since you had arrived, you had a glass in your hand that was always full - and when it emptied? You offered everyone a sweet smile, excused yourself, and went to the bar. Not that Morgan minded, he had only invited you there so his buddies would get off his back for being the only single guy at the party, and you almost always came back with a drink for him as well. With multiple drinks already consuming you, you were comfortable at his side and found yourself leaning into his strength. You welcomed the touch of his large hand along your back with a smile as you mingled, but the smile faded as your stomach fell and your skin began to crawl. It felt like someone was watching you.

You slipped away from Morgan like silk ribbon, the careful step of your heel-clad feet giving you enough room to carefully scan the room as you drained your glass of the rest of your drink. The sweet liquor turned sour in your mouth as your eyes fell on a table nearby. It was busy enough that you had overlooked it, but then you spotted that stare. That one you had come to know all too well. Luc.

Heart fluttering in your chest, you let out a heavy breath and did your best to pretend you hadn’t spotted him in the crowded room. You should have known he would be here - worst of all, you should have known seeing him for the first time since he had dumped you would hurt this much. Just the sight of him left your mouth parched and your hands gripping your empty glass almost desperately. You needed it to be full because there was no amount of drink that was going to be able to stop the heartache that threatened to take you now.

Your hand brushed over Barron’s arm slowly, your eyes raising to meet his face as you spoke out, “I’m just going to head to the bar, do you need anything?”

His head shook slowly, barely acknowledging you before he returned to the conversation between him and his company - and that didn’t bug you. Not really. Not when you could still feel Luc’s eyes on your back, but it did make you wish that Morgan was coming to the bar with you. You did your best to remain composed as you moved through the crowded hall. You didn’t trip, you didn’t hesitate - you just had to make it to the bar. When you did, it felt like the safety of finding your own little island after being lost at sea - but it didn’t last long. Your nervous dread was quick to return when you heard that all-too-familiar voice order a drink from beside you, and his all-too-familiar touch carefully found your elbow as if his drink order hadn’t been enough to draw your attention.

“Didn’t expect to see you here…” Luc spoke slowly, his body leaning up against the bar as he waited for his drink.

You almost cursed. Where did he get the audacity to look better than he did the last time you saw him? His suit was well tailored, the jacket left open to show off his button-down. He wore no tie, and instead had the top buttons left undone, showing off his impressive chest without even trying. You were having a hard time trying not to stare, especially when you noticed just how good his ass looked in his pants.

You found your confidence with your drink as it was handed to you by the bartender, your eyes flickering up to Luc’s face for but a moment before you turned around, looking out across the room to the wall as you let yourself speak to him for the first time in months. “That makes the both of us…”

You didn’t let yourself look at him as you heard him stifle a laugh and shift in place beside you. You could feel his arm grazing against your own as he moved a little closer, his head leaning in as he looked out over the room. “Who’d you come here with?”

You bit your tongue, trying to focus on the semblance of pain it brought as you brought your drink to your lips for a long sip. Did you tell him? You shrugged a shoulder at yourself, there would be no harm in it. You nodded casually across the room from where you came, your eyes landing on the tall, dark, and handsome hockey forward that had been acquired by Winnipeg last year.

“Barron, really?” Luc scoffed, drawing your attention for the first time. Your eyes scanned his face quickly as if he wouldn’t notice if you let yourself admire him fast enough. You didn’t quite know what to make of his expression, much like yourself, he was doing well at playing coy.

“Why? You jealous?” you countered, raising your glass just enough to hide your lips behind it as they threatened to smile.

“Me? No-” he answered, but you weren’t quite convinced, “I just, didn’t think he was your type.”

And he wasn’t, not that you had set your standards very high as you searched for a rebound. He was tall and easy on the eyes, but you didn’t click - not like you and Luc had all those months ago that made being in his presence feel like a high. A high that you were constantly chasing, a high that you were being reminded of as you stood so close to Luc that you could feel the warmth of his body and inhaled the scent of his cologne with every careful breath. It left you near quivering as you knocked your drink, drinking every last drop so you could turn your attention back to the bartender and ask for another.

You had to deflect, to get Luc to turn his attention to anyone but you. “Your date must be missing you-” yes, that should work.

“Don’t have one,” he answer was quick and lad him leaning in a little bit closer, “how long have you and Barron been together?”

You shrugged, taking the drink from the bartender as you refused to look at Luc - knowing full well if you did that you would see him smiling and you would be falling all over again. Instead, you were digging into your clutch, sliding out your phone to take a look at the home screen casually, “a few hours.”

You didn’t know what kind of reaction you were expecting from him but he was silent, and it was killing you. It was only then you let yourself look at him, and found him looking right back at you. He wore that stupid, knowing smile - the one he used to make when he was trying to hold back a laugh - the one you used to love, and it almost made you feel at ease as you reached out to hit his chest playfully. “What are you laughing at?” you raised a brow at him even though he wasn’t laughing. You just knew he wanted to.

“Nothing it’s just,” he sipped his own drink slowly as if he was trying to find just the right words to say, “you never would have done anything like this before… You’ve changed…”

“You haven’t,” your eyes rolled as you pushed up from the bar, but you didn’t make it a full stride before he reached out, taking hold of your hand to keep you in place.

The moment he spoke again had you missing he hadn’t; “I’ve missed you…”

“Luc, don’t,” your words were weak as you forced them from your lips but it was already too late. His touch triggered exactly what you feared it might. It ignited your body with a desire for him that you had tried to smother deep beneath the surface. A desire that made you weak in the knees and left your skin feeling as if it were set ablaze by fire. A fire that only he could put out.

Luc’s touch was delicate as his fingers dragged down the flesh of your wrist and down over the expanse of your palm. By the time his touch had reached your fingers, you were holding your breath and it felt as if it were just you and him alone when in reality you were just two of the many bodies in the crowded room.

The party was mere background noise as your gaze raised to meet his. Your lips parted as you let out a heavy breath that you had been holding as that stare of his seemed to bore right through you. Luc had always had that look. The one that made your whole body weak for him - and that was something he hadn’t forgotten as his hold on your fingers remained and his eyes were locked with yours.

Your chest felt like it was going to restrict around your lungs - and before you could stop yourself, your fingers were wrapping around Luc’s in return. With that hold came the gentle pull of your arm. It drew him away from the bar, your steps were careful as you moved out into the crowds of people and Luc followed with no hesitation.

Tunnel vision took you, the rooming seeming to darken around you both with nothing but the deep amber glow of the lights guiding you back toward the bathroom. You didn’t even hear the bathroom door open, not even as you pressed your palm against it and undoubtedly earned a low screech, nor did you hear any evidence that anyone else was in the bathroom with you. Hell, you didn’t even look beneath the stalls for any heel-clad feet before you were pulling Luc in behind you - his large hand reaching up to lock the bathroom door behind him. It was a powder room that was easily meant to service ten or more people during such events, but for the next fifteen minutes - or less - it would serve only two.

Before the echo of the deadbolt could fade, Luc’s hands were on your body and he was drawing you back so that he could pin you against the door. You met its graffitied surface with a low groan, your head leaning back and your eyes gazing up. Up to his pale green eyes that had darkened with the desire of lust as he looked down at you. It was a look that rendered you still, your body almost falling limp - it only support the door at your back and his body as he leaned into you. You took in the slightest gasp when you let your eyes flutter shut at the first graze of his lips and you held that breath until it burned in your chest. And when you lost it, you lost all your self-control with it.

You and Luc had never been known for your restraint, especially when it came to each other. You two had gotten into your fair share of trouble together because of it - and as soon as you tasted his lips on your tongue you couldn’t help but feel it was going to happen again. The taste of him was like the striking of a match that ignited your whole body and it was a fire only he would know how to put at ease.

“How much time do you think we have until someone complains about the locked door?” Your words were rushed against his lips, the kiss you shared with your ex desperate and hungry as your hands reached up for his suit jacket to strip it from his frame.

“I’d say ten, fifteen minutes,” Luc muttered in return, his words breathy as he reached down to grip at the silken fabric of your dress. You could feel his knuckles drag over the sensitive skin of your thighs as he hoisted the skirt upwards. It was an agonizing pleasure to feel his hot touch against your own flesh, in parts you were sure you would never feel him again. The gentle graze didn’t stop until a single digit was extended to trace over the hem of your panties at the apex of your thighs. You watched a light flicker in his eyes, a fire, one that sent his lips curling up into a grin. He didn’t even have to see them to know what panties you were wearing. They had been his favorite after all. “I was going to tell you to be a good girl, and to take these off on the way to the counter,” he breathed out against your lips, “but leave them on, baby.”

You wanted to curse him. To scold him for letting his endearing word slip so effortlessly off his tongue - he didn’t have the right to call you that. He had lost it when he had dumped you - just as he had lost the right to touch you, but you were already breaking that rule with little hesitation - there was just something about Luc that left you weak in all the best ways. So you obliged with silence, the only sound to take the room was the gentle click of your heels against the tile floor as you pushed back from the door and walked slowly towards the bathroom counter.

And Luc, he watched you strut past him, his hand coming to run over his mouth to hide how he gawked at you - and to muffle sweet French words that slipped from his mouth. You didn’t need to understand them to know that it was absolute filth that was spewing from his mouth.

On his approach, you hoisted yourself onto the counter top and your manicured nails desperately clawed at the fabric of your dress to draw it up the length of your legs to hitch it up around your hips. The sound of the fabric against your nails created a symphony with the rattle of his belt buckle as he worked it from his waist - and soon, you could feel Luc’s hands against the inside of your thighs as he stepped between your legs and worked down the zipper of his pants.

“It’s a shame we’ve got to be quick about it,” Luc’s words with just shy of a whisper, his lips curling up into a smile as he watched you squirm on the countertop. Oh, how Luc loved to make you squirm. He remembered it all so clearly, so fondly, how he could make you quiver with his fingers, his cock or his tongue. And the sounds you used to make for him, so soft and lacking control - just the thought of them had his cock raging for you.

“It’s going to be a real shame when someone comes to unlock the door before you can even get your cock out,” your words were rushed, impatient as you leaned back against the mirror that was at your back.

“You want me that badly, baby?” he earned a scoff from your lips at his teasing words. His words came with the tease of his fingers, their tips dragging over the supple skin of your inner thigh as they encroached on your slick panties. His eyes flickered up to yours, the gaze of his pale green eyes almost electric as his smile grew into the cockiest of smirks. One that silently screamed: I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet for me.

You could see the corner of his lips curling, no, twitching under the threat of wanting to tease you. But he didn’t speak, not as he drew you to the very edge of the counter and used a single digit to tug your panties to the side. He had already wasted so much time and Luc wasn’t about to miss out on what could be his last opportunity to fuck you.

A single, thick, finger stroked over your cunt slowly, before drawing back. You were void of his touch for only a moment before Luc was thrusting his cock into you with no hesitation and little care to just how brash the thrust had been. But he was desperate and so were you. Hell, you didn’t care if he got rough, you just wanted to feel something. Legs wound around him, your heels digging into the strength of his hamstrings as if they would fuel each of his thrusts into your core. And that’s when all of what you had been fighting flooded back to you. Every once of feeling you had for Luc had been coaxed to the surface with his simple touch and the dripping of your arousal down his length with every thrust. Your head was made dizzy as it was overwhelmed by the pleasure only Luc could bring and the memories of your time together hitting you all at once.

As Luc reached up to cup your face in one of his hands, you remember your first time together, and how he smiled when he discovered you enjoyed the gentle grasp of your hand around your throat.

And when you met his gaze, your lips parted to let out a soft moan - a sound that nearly had him melting between your thighs and had his dropping his forehead to lean against your own. You hated how intimate it had quickly become. You hated how you could feel his every hot panting breath wash over your face. And you hated just how easy it was to reach out to him with both of your hands and cup his face in your hands. You drew him in, your hands sliding over his cheeks as you greeted him with your desperate kiss. Your teeth knocked with his as your fingers found his short curls and you tugged at those curls as he bit at your lower lip. His bite left you moaning, your eyes watering with pleasure as you were struck with just another thing you hated about Luc - you hate that he seemed to never forget just what he could do to drive you wild for him.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out now that he had already coaxed you to let the first two slip. The only hope of not getting caught now was that the party’s music was loud - but anyone in earshot of the bathroom door would undoubtedly hear you as you drove your throat raw with your pleas; “Oh Luc, don’t stop!” - “Right there.” - “YES!” - “Fuck, fuck!” - “Luc!”

Your legs quivered around him, your ankles slipping down the back of his legs as your body was driven to the weakness that came with your climax. “I’m almost there, baby,” Luc assured you, his words a soft moan of their own as the grip of your core around his cock left his eyes rolling back in his own pleasure.

His hands left your face so that his firm grasp could find the flesh of your thighs. he hoisted your legs back up so that they were hooked over each of his hips. It angled your hips for him just right, and he plowed you so hard that you could hear the smack of his legs against your flesh and the counter. It was so desperate, so forceful, that you were sure that he might bruise. Luc didn’t slow with the pain you were sure he must be feeling - and he didn’t stop until he buried himself deep inside you with one final, forceful thrust. It was then you could feel your core flood with his cum - it was enough to almost coax you back to your own climax. Your cunt flexed around him twice more as you let out a panting sigh - and it even earned a groan from Luc’s lips.

You shouldn’t have let him do that.

Before you could fully begin to wallow in your regret - and before Luc had even thought about drawing from the warmth of your core, his hands were cupping both of your flushed cheeks. His touch was gentle, guiding your eyes up to his effortlessly, and when he spoke to you his words were soft, gentle and left your heart heavy, “I meant what I said before… I miss you.”

His thumbs stroked over your cheeks oh so slowly, tracing over every angle and down to the sweet flesh of your lips as he waited for even a ghost of a word. “Luc,” you muttered his name against the pad of his thumb, “I can’t get my heart broken again.” And you could feel it already, the fragility of your heart as it threatened to crumble just from being so close to him again.

“Let me make it up to you baby, one date and if you don’t want to see me again after that…”

You sat in silence for a moment, your eyes flickering over his features and how they had softened so much it looked like he was pleading with you. Your love for him had not yet faded, and maybe a part of his still loved you too…Maybe, unlike what you had been telling yourself, he had never stopped.

“And your teammate? What do I tell him?”

His smile blossomed at your words, his cock sliding from you with ease before he reached down and fixed your panties back into place. “Barron?” his tone was playful as he scoffed, “I’ll break it to him, and I’ll save him the trouble. I’ll take you home tonight.”

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