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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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me flirting, “so… you wanna see my books?”

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I want to write. I have time to write. I have the equipment to write. I know roughly what I want to write. AND YET.

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Poor needy puppy

Down Bad Ch 5

Mainly Terry Bruno x Joe Velasco w a hint of reader warnings: language, smut alluded to, dirty talk, teasing, explicit conversations, sexuality discussed, terry being a tease. Sorry not sorry this took so long to get going. I really was on a spree there and then I worked 20 hours in the span of 2 days and had a million other things to do that zapped the creativity lol. But we're back on track now! 5.3k

It wasn’t until Monday morning rolled around that all three of you were back at work for the same hours. Joe, ever the earlier riser, had the time to hit the gym before heading into the precinct to be the first one there, taking advantage of the quiet to boot up his computer and refresh his brain on the current cases at hand. He was the one who brewed the first pot of coffee, set out a box of goodies from the bakery around the corner. You were in next, a small smile on your lips at the scent of fresh coffee wafting through the bull pen. You felt the butterflies in your stomach pick up as you dropped your bag into a drawer of your desk, your eyes on the break room where you could see Joe moving between the blinds. Heat prickled under your skin at the images suddenly running through your brain, some memories, others hopeful inspiration for what was to come. For a brief second you considered opening your laptop but then decided that caffeine was far more important and headed to the break room first.

Joe had his back to you, stirring sugar into his coffee when you approached, your hand quickly wrapping around his waist to give him a squeeze, your lips brushing at his shoulder blades.

“Morning.” You greeted, stepping to his side so you could pour yourself a mug.

“Morning.” He shot you a smile, the warmth spreading to his eyes as they roamed your body, “you have a good rest of your weekend?”

“Fantastic.” You grinned, taking the sugar from him with a soft thank you, “you weren’t too stressed on your own, were you?”

He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee, “nah. Not too much going on around here.”

“Sounds lame.” You moved closer to him, your fingers lifting the flap of the pastry box, “what’d you get for us today?”

“Daily special was lemon ricotta croissants.”

“Hmm.” You finger swiped through a line of icing, sucking it into your mouth and Joe watched every motion with rapt attention, “hope you still picked up a jelly donut for the sarge.”

“Course.” He chuckled, nodding in the direction of a small beg on Fin’s desk, “Hey!” His hand wrapped around your wrist when it reached for a second helping of icing, “no double dipping.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow, the heat creeping through you as you inched closer to him, “I didn’t realize you cared about that kind of rule. Last I checked…you liked to have your cake and eat it too.”

Joe scoffed, his hand gently squeezing around your wrist as he hesitated only a second before guiding your hand back to the box, watching you scoop up a second helping of icing. Though this time he redirected your fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth with a soft groan and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together. His eyes bored into yours while his tongue swept around your sticky fingers, sucking them clean, the corners of his mouth curving up into a grin.

“Sure hope I’m not interrupting.” The cocky tease of a greeting came from Terry’s voice as he sauntered into the breakroom, a laugh lingering in his words.

“Maybe you’re just jealous.” You shot back, pulling your fingers from Joe’s mouth as his hand dropped from your wrist, his cheeks flushing.

“Sure sweetheart, keep telling yourself that.” Terry picked up the coffee pot, pouring himself a mug while you wiped your hands on a napkin. He turned to Joe, “good weekend?”

“Yeah.” Joe nodded.

“Get up to anything fun?”

“A bit.” He grinned over the rim of his coffee, “made some plans, heard some interesting stories. You?”

Terry took a gulp of his coffee, pausing for dramatic effect as he pretended to think back on his days off, “you know, I heard some interesting stuff this weekend too.”

“You don’t say.” You murmured dryly, raising a daring brow at him.

“Some podcast,” he waved you off, “talking about fantasies, how realistic they can be when you really play into the imagination aspect, ‘awaken the creative side of your brain’ and shit. Apparently it can be pretty fun.”

“Huh.” Joe managed, ducking his gaze from the other man as a heat crept up the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” He grinned, “they said it was particularly beneficial when it comes to self pleasuring, even better for your receptors than watching porn.”

“Stop bullshitting.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not.” Terry’s free hand reached out, a finger looping into a beltloop on your dress pants as his voice lowered, “you really doubt it? After all those times you’ve pretended your fingers and toys were us doing naughty things to you? You really think you could make yourself come that hard without that kind of pretending.”

Your eyes flicked up to his, a dangerous fire in them and he felt his pulse pick up, “Terry… work.”

He huffed a laugh, removing the hand from your body to pick up his coffee mug so he could take a sip, “whatever you say princess.”

The sound of a heel in the doorway pulled your attention as you took a fresh gulp of your coffee to ground yourself, Captain Benson entering the break room.

“Uh, morning.” She greeted, walking to the coffee machine while glancing between the three of you.

Terry coughed, Joe rubbed at the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing even hotter as he tried to push Terry’s words and his memories from his mind. You fiddled with your mug for only a second before being the one to break first.

“Morning.” You flashed her a bright smile, “have a good weekend Cap? Noah had a recital, right?”

“Yeah.” She returned your smile, adding some sugar to her cup, “I’m surprised you remembered.”

“My niece used to drag me to all hers.” You replied with a shrug, “it’s a big deal to them. How’d it go?”

“It is.” She nodded, “and good. One high silver, two gold and one platinum.”

“Damn.” You replied, “that’s amazing. Tell him congrats for me.”

“I will.” Olivia’s gaze shifted from you to the men in the room. One who was usually so quick to throw in his own two cents or quippy comments no matter what the topic, the other who was vehemently avoiding her gaze. She laughed softly, “you guys get up to anything this weekend? I feel like I’m missing out on some hot gossip or something.”

Terry couldn’t help but let out a laugh, quickly taking a gulp of coffee to hide his outburst, “Velasco may have lost a round or two to us.”

“Huh.” Olivia glanced between the two men.

“Turns out he really sucks at pool.” You countered, a smirk on your lips, “but he left his wallet at home. Boy really owes us now.”

With a small giggle, you excused yourself from the room, sauntering back to your desk to open your laptop and get to work.

Olivia picked up a napkin, plucking a croissant from the box, “thanks for the snack Velasco.”

“Yeah Cap.” He muttered; his eyes still trained on you through the window.

“You okay?” She asked and he very quickly shook out of it, pulling his attention back to her.

“Yeah. Sorry. Why’s she so dressed up?”

“Parker? She’s testifying today.” Olivia laughed, “which is why I need the two of you,” she gestured between the two men, “to be on Hurley surveillance.”

“Oh c’mon Cap.” Bruno protested with a groan, “we haven’t even sat down yet.”

“You’ve got two hours ‘til he’s off work to catch up on paperwork, then I need you in that car.”

“Fine.” He grumbled, picking up his mug to head back to his desk.

“Yes Cap.” Velasco nodded in her direction before turning to refill his coffee, he was gonna need it if the day was going to play out like he thought it was.

*

Joe and Terry were posted outside a small apartment complex tucked away on a side road in Chinatown, the tinted car windows keeping them somewhat camouflaged from peering eyes. Hurley was a very major person of interest, teetering the line between that and suspect on a current case and they needed more before they could get the warrants they needed. So for now, it was follow him around the city until he messed up, dropped the ball or led them to exactly what they wanted.

The drive over had been fine, the usual chatter back and fourth over caseloads, how the morning in the office went, complaints about how the vending machine was stocked. Basic small talk to fill up the time it took to drive across Manhattan and find a parking spot. It was only after they were settled that tension started to build between the four walls of the vehicle. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but rather a game of cat and mouse, who was going to try to make a run for it, who was going to take the bait and dive right in and was Terry going to absolutely torment the other man?

Joe normally felt a little anxious on stakeouts, he didn’t like having to sit in one spot so still for so long, especially enclosed inside a car, it’s why he hated road trips and the main reason he’d chosen to buy a motorbike instead of a car. He liked feeling the wind whip its way around his body, even if it was cold, biting into his exposed skin, liked the freedom of being able to jump off at any minute, even if the adverse risk was what it was. He didn’t like not knowing when he would be free from this location, being so far away from home and the main work place, not sure when or where their next snack or bathroom break would be. So instead he shifted in the passenger seat, clearing his throat as he tried to focus on his breathing and lowering his heart rate as he normally did in times like these.

Only today, he was finding it harder than normal to not have that unsteady feeling in his chest and he knew it had everything to do with he man beside him. He knew Terry had to know some of what had happened and been said over the past couple of days, he had to have picked up on some of the subtext in the bedroom that first night, the only problem was that Joe had absolutely no idea just how much the other man was privy to. Part of him was stressing out that things were going to be awkward, that Terry knew too much and wasn’t going to be appreciative of it, it was suddenly strange to not have you around. He let out a low breath, cracking his window before leaning back in his seat while he trained his eyes on Hurley’s apartment door, if he focused on the task at hand, everything would be fine.

Terry on the other hand, enjoyed stakeouts. He had no issues sitting around for hours on end as long as it wasn’t the dead of winter and they were told to keep the car turned off. If he was in the office, he’d be sitting around starting at the screen, at least this way he got to see a bit of the city, get some fresh air. You weren’t constrained to the car either, as long as you had eyes where you were supposed to, he could meander up and down the block, take a few phone calls, get some steps in, stretch his legs out. Any coffee was better than precinct coffee and stakeout snacks usually came from bodegas or mom and pop shops instead of vending machines. He could chat with neighbouring diners, stores or cafes without drawing suspicion, it was like a little field trip.

He was certainly curious how today was going to go, when he pulled over in front of the apartment complex and killed the ignition he could practically feel the nerves radiating off Velasco. Now he knew for sure that Joe knew that he knew, or at least that you’d given him an idea of the situation. He figured he’d play nice at first, letting the other man relax a little bit, waiting until the tension in the car wasn’t so thick and he could actually start playing the game. For now, he’d give him a break, some time to remind himself that Terry was just Terry, there was no harm done. And that was easiest if Terry left him on his own, muttering something about ducking out for a couple of minutes before swinging open the car door.

Joe felt his shoulders release when the car door shut behind Bruno, he had no reason to be this nervous today, it was work, it was nothing new. It wasn’t like Terry was going to come back with a smirk on his face, the words ‘I know your dirty secret’ spilling from his pretty lips before he told Joe to suck his cock. Then again, the thought of something like that happening did have Joe straining in his pants. He took a long, deep breath, closing his eyes for only a moment as he blew it out to ground himself again, he had a job to do.

It wasn’t long before Terry returned, sliding back into the car with a tray of coffee and a small paper bag of goodies. He placed them down on the console while he got comfortable before plucking a cup from the tray and handing it to Joe.

“Here.”

“Thanks. You didn’t have to though, I already had one at the precinct.”

Terry laughed, “we’re gonna be a while. Besides, you’re stuck with me all day.” He waited until Joe took the cup, their fingers brushing over each others ever so slightly and Terry watched as his forearm tensed at the contact and then took the time to dive right on in, “least I can do is bring you a treat, a reward for such good behaviour so far. I would hate for you to start breaking rules now.”

Joe took another deep breath, focusing on the apartment door across the street rather than what the other man was saying.

“There’s some fruit and peanut butter in there, protein bar too. I know how you hate all the processed shit.”

“Really?” Joe found himself so surprised he forgot about everything else, turning to look at him.

“Yeah.” Terry laughed, “plus then I know you won’t be stealin’ my fries. I actually get to eat my food when I’m on stakeouts with you.”

“At least you don’t have to deal with Parker whining the entire time that she’s hungry and there’s nothing edible in the car.”

“True.” He laughed again, reaching into the bag to pull out his fries, “aw shit. They forgot my ketchup.” Terry bunched up the top of the bag, leaving the fries in the extra cupholder, “pretty sure I’ve got some stashed in the glove box.”

Before Joe even had the chance to think about leaning forward to check, Terry was leaning across the console, yanking the glove box open to dig around inside. He huffed, his hand reaching deeper into it and all of a sudden his free hand was bracing against Joe’s knee. Joe barely had time to process it, between the contact and the waft of his cologne invigorating his senses, it was over so quick he was nearly certain he’d imagined it.

“Always gotta keep some on hand.” The glove box was already shut as he nodded towards it, “extra straws and napkins in there too if you need ‘em.”

“Thanks.” Joe gulped, ducking his gaze out the window once again as he distracted himself with his coffee.

No matter how hard he tried not to think about it, he couldn’t help but feel the warmth where Terry’s hand had been, the tingles spreading through his body originating in that spot. He found himself lost in thought of all the times the other man had touched him, most seemed platonic, a shoulder squeeze there, a pat to the chest as a ‘good job.’ They’d hugged before, that was nothing new, but it was incredibly apparent to him now just how badly he wanted Terry’s hands all over him, roaming every inch of his completely naked skin.

The aroma of salt and deep fried began to drift through the car, pulled towards Joe by the open window beside him and despite not really having a liking for the stuff, it was starting to make him realize that breakfast had been hours ago. His hand reached for the café bag, feeling around until he pulled out the power bar and ripped it open.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Bruno shot him a playful grin, “gonna need you fueled up in tip top shape after all.”

“Huh?” He fumbled the bar, looking up just in time to catch the mischievous look in Terry’s eye.

“Perp shows up I’m not gonna be the one chasing him down the block.”

“Oh. Yeah.” He cleared his throat, taking a bite of the bar, “right.”

Terry chuckled as Joe focused his gaze on the apartment door once again and the car fell silent.

Considering he was in his line of vision; Terry was finding it somewhat difficult to keep Joe out of his mind. Not that that was usually an issue, but when you’re trapped in a car for hours on end with your co-worker and you can’t stop picturing them on their knees, it tends to become a predicament. He was already more than well aware the kinds of noises Joe made and now all he wanted was to be the one making him make said noises, to be the one making him come undone while you were the one watching from the corner. It had taken him more than a few hours to get the images you’d placed in his head out of his mind (three rounds with his hand hadn’t even been enough). He was trying to think of a way to shift the conversation to a place that would be most beneficial to him when movement on the street caught his eye and he discovered the perfect segway.

“Huh…” His head tilted, eyes narrowing just the slightest as he took the man in, watching him cross the street.

Beside him, Joe shifted, looking out the window in the same direction, “is that our guy?”

“Nah.” Terry pulled his gaze away, picking up another French fry, “thought I knew him.”

“Cop?”

“Looks like a guy I used to hook up with.” He stated plainly.

“Oh…” Joe felt his cheeks flush and he took another swig of coffee, struggling to find somewhere to look. He didn’t want to be caught staring at Terry but he couldn’t resist it, glancing his way out of the corner of his eye. There was no sense of shyness or embarrassment from the other man, he wasn’t trying to hide what he’d just said, maybe now was Joe’s time to jump in and see what was what. His eyes flicked out the windshield, following the guy up the street.

Terry laughed suddenly, nudging Joe with his elbow, “you don’t have to act all oblivious, you did catch me flirting with that guy the other night.”

“You end up calling him?” He asked after clearing his throat and Terry smiled.

“Nah. No need.”

Joe shifted in his seat, “hm.”

The guy on the street was stopped in front of a fruit vendor, giving the two of them ample ogling opportunity. He was blonde, tall, built enough you could see his shoulder muscles through the perfectly tailored suit. Well dressed and incredibly maintained, beard trimmed perfectly to accent his facial structure with a stunning smile he flashed the girl working the cart. Joe was certain he had a set of washboard abs hiding underneath that dress shirt and probably spent more on hair products in a month than Joe spent on food. He let out a grumble of a huff, sinking back into his seat.

“He your type?”

Terry glanced up to the guy, eyes narrowing as he examined him, “hmm. Kind of, but not really. Besides, I feel like what people think their type is versus who they actually end up with isn’t always the same. You’ve got your celebrity crushes, preferred porn stars, people you think are attractive, they all generally fall into one type but it’s so much more than that.”

“Makes sense.” He nodded.

“For me it’s more about the personality and connection when it comes down to it. Yeah, David was stereotypically hot, built, nothing too crazy. But let me tell you, he took it like a fucking champ.” Reaching out to pick up his coffee he looked over at Joe, his lips flicking up into a grin at the pink tinge on the other man’s cheeks. “Always so eager to please. Loved sucking dick. It was hot as hell; he’d get so needy he’d be fucking begging for it. Just like someone else we know…” He raised a brow in Joe’s direction who immediately needed to distract himself, taking a gulp of coffee that he winced at as it burned its way down his throat.

His mind spiraled, trying to figure out if Terry was talking about you or if he was alluding to the idea of Joe begging him to fuck him. Because he was about one day away from that becoming an actual reality. Rather than start down that road when they were still on the clock Joe redirected, eager to learn more about Terry and his tendencies in the bedroom when it came to other men.

“You’d always be the one to fuck him?”

“Yeah.” Terry nodded, “it was pretty casual. We met randomly at a bar, didn’t know much about each other, not even last names. It’s gotta be more personal if I’m gonna bottom. There’s a lot of trust and respect that goes into it but once you know you’re in a safe space it’s fucking phenomenal.”

The older man clocked the way Joe stiffened in his seat, his fingers clenching into the Styrofoam coffee cup a little too hard, causing the lid to pop off on one side. He held back a chuckle, not wanting to distract from the task at hand. He had Joe right where he wanted him and he wasn’t about to stop right now. He was open, communicative, inquisitive, eager to learn more and Terry was in the perfect mood to play teacher.

“How do you even figure something like that out?” He asked, risking a glance over at him.

This time Terry did chuckle, shrugging a shoulder, “curiosity. Self exploration. Fingers, toys. Other people’s fingers…” he trailed off and let out a puff of air, “you know, Parker’s really got a talent for it.”

“Oh?” Joe’s eyes widened, a burst of eagerness flashing through them that brought a heat into Terry’s chest, his own eyes darkening.

“I mean, she should. I taught her well. She knows exactly what she’s doing and it feels so fucking good.” He shook his head, “she’s gotten a little cocky about it and honestly, it’s deserved at this point.”

“Damn.” Joe let out a low whistle, struggling to clear his throat as he pushed the thought of you and Terry taking turns fingering him.

Bruno took a swig of coffee, “you ever tried it?”

“What?” Joe’s head shot up again, eyes wide.

“Anal.”

“Oh. Uh, no. No! I mean…” he laughed awkwardly, rubbing at his jaw with his free hand, “been wondering about it, like you said… curiosity.” He risked a glance back up, blushing when he caught Terry’s gaze on him and he cleared his throat, starting to backtrack a little bit. “Like… how does it compare to pussy? Do girls even actually like it or is it just something they do to please their boyfriends?”

“You wanna try it out, bring it up with our little princess. She’ll be so excited she’ll look like a kid on Christmas morning, that’s how much she likes taking it up the ass. Some of ‘em like it, trust me.” He took another sip of coffee, “she’s also great at giving. Girl’s wild, made me come without even touching my cock when she pegged me.”

“Shit..” Joe muttered over the rim of his cup, shifting uncomfortably in his seat thanks to his cock throbbing in his pants.

The other man felt the tension in the car building up again and he knew it was so incredibly close to snapping, that Joe would be pleading for a night with the three of you as soon as humanly possible. He just had to keep momentum going a little bit more, so he decided to see just how far he could push it when Joe asked:

“And David…he liked it that much?”

“Pretty boy…” Terry turned to him with a wicked grin, “he could not get enough of my cock.”

Joe’s tongue involuntarily darted out to wet his lips and Terry knew his time to shine had come, his voice low and captivating when he spoke.

“I mean, we’d always start off a little slow. Warming him up. Stretching him out. Always gotta make sure they’re ready for me.”

“Mmhm.” Joe nodded like he knew exactly what Terry was talking about, thinking about how thick his cock was and just how much it would stretch him out and he couldn’t help but gulp.

“Get him nice and slicked with lube, can never be too wet y’know. By the time I had him taking three of my fingers he’d be a fucking mess. Whining, whimpering, grinding his dick into the bed while he pushed back against my fingers, just pleading me to hurry up and fuck him.”

“Tease.” The whisper slipped from Joe’s lips without him even noticing and Terry couldn’t help but smirk at it.

“I wouldn’t be that mean. I mean, the guy would nearly be in tears if I didn’t let him have it soon.” He licked his lips, shifting in his seat so he could really focus his attention on Velasco. “Coat my cock in lube, rub the tip against him slowly, back and forth. Just nudging the head in, god the noises he made would make me just fuckin throb.”

Joe felt his cock pulse again, now more than half hard in his pants, straining against every cell in his body that this was not the time.

“Gotta start slow, making sure he can take it. Fucking deep into him inch. By. Inch. Until he’d be pushing back so hard, writhing on my cock taking it like a good boy. Shit.” Terry laughed, shaking his head and he glanced out the windshield, his eyes darting around the street.

Joe took the opportunity to palm at himself through his pants, grinding his hand down against his dick in a feeble attempt to ward off his erection. Even with Terry distracted he was certain he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye.

Rather than acknowledge it, Terry took another swig of coffee, muttering to himself, “fuck… maybe I should call him.”

“Or not.” This time Joe noticed what he had said when it slipped out, his eyes widening as he registered the neediness in his voice that he wasn’t even sure he’d heard himself before.

Terry chuckled, dark eyes looking across the car at him, “oh yeah? You got a better idea pretty boy? Is that the kind of pretend you played with our princess? Or the kind you want to play? Have me guide her—”

He was suddenly cut off by several series of pings from his phone and he rolled his eyes while he picked up the device. Joe felt himself let out a huge breath, his eyes closing for a second as the other man’s words sunk in, words that he would undoubtedly be saving for later when he got home, cooking up his own fantasies to act out at a future date.

“Speak of the fucking devil.” Terry muttered.

“Huh?”

“Parker.” He shook his phone, “she’s done at the courthouse, over at Maman and wants to know if we want anything for dinner.”

“They’ve got those baguette sandwiches, right?”

“Yeah.” Terry handed Joe his phone so he could text you the order before quickly typing out his own and sending the message off.

The interruption had burst the tension in the car, diverting the boys from their previous conversation even though sparks were still dancing around underneath their skin. Terry knew he’d gotten Joe locked in and he couldn’t wait to see where this would go the next time all three of you ended up out for a drink.

You popped by faster than they’d expected, rapping on Terry’s window causing Joe to jump, his face whirling around to the sudden noise.

“Hey!” You greeted with a bright smile as you handed a tray of drinks and bag of food through the window before leaning against the sill. “Any luck?”

“Nah.” Terry replied, passing the items over to Joe, “how was court?”

“Fine.” You shrugged, “defence got a few jabs in but I can take it.”

“There’s not a lot you can’t take darlin’.” He winked and you scoffed, looking past him to Jose.

“Has he been like this all day?”

“What?” The younger man asked, his voice nearly strained, a flush to his cheeks and you cocked a brow.

“Like a cocky asshole full of innuendos.” You stated dryly before looking back to Terry, “you need to get your dick sucked again already? Christ you’re insatiable.”

“Says you.” He fired back.

“Whatever.” You swatted at his cheek, “you’re welcome for dinner. If you get off earlier than expected and want a drink, call me.”

“What if I’d rather get off with you?” He grinned and you pushed away from the car.

“Terrance!” You shot him a glare as you scolded him, exchanging it for a soft smile as you waved to Joe, “night pretty boy. Don’t let him be too mean to you.”

It wasn’t much longer after you’d made your appearance that both of their phones pinged with a matching text from Benson. They had uni’s coming to replace them and were relieved for the night, they could head back home whenever they pleased. Knowing Joe had taken the subway to work that morning, Terry offered to drop him off at his apartment, navigating the streets easily.

“Thanks for the ride.” Joe shot him a smile as he unbuckled his seat belt.

“No problem. Can you take this in, I don’t want to stink up the car and have Sarge pissed.” He handed the other man the paper bag of food from the bodega, a few fries and crumpled up garbage inside it.

“Yeah, course.”

“Have a good night Joe.”

“You too.” Making sure he had everything, Velasco ducked out of the car, shutting the door behind him.

“And pretty boy…” Terry called through the window, pulling Joe back towards the car as he gulped at the look on the other man’s face. “You get any other ideas in that head of yours… don’t be afraid to share. I like the sound of you touching yourself to those thoughts.”

Before Joe could even think of something to say in return, Terry pulled away from the curb and was disappearing down the street. Joe let out a heavy sigh, his cock already twitching in his pants again, he knew he’d be having a rather lengthy shower as soon as he got upstairs.

He paused on the way to the back door, digging the recyclable bits out of the bodega bag to sort them properly, tossing a few bites of uneaten sandwiches into the compost. It was only when he reached the bottom of the original bag that he noticed something.

They hadn’t forgotten Terry’s ketchup that morning. In fact, there were more than enough packets tossed in the bottom of the bag.

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Down Bad Ch 4

Terry Bruno x fem!reader warnings: language, alcohol, teasing, smut, fingering, power play dynamics, minor derogatory talk, minor choking, lots of dirty talk and talk about smut/threesomes/other kinks.

Terry’s choice for the night was Chinese, containers of steaming sesame chicken, ginger beef and broccoli, fried rice and shanghai noodles along with a few apps scattered across his table. You were both picking through your second plates worth, now moved to the couch, bottle of wine on the coffee table nearly drained. You’d been volleying back and fourth, Terry chattering on about his workday, the two of you catching up on your personal lives, comparing your thoughts on the shows you both watched but couldn’t view together thanks to scheduling. Terry poured the last of the wine into your glass before getting up from the couch and moving back to the kitchen to open another one. You glanced over your shoulder quickly before swiping the last dumpling onto your plate.

“I saw that!” He called and you giggled.

“Sounds like someone’s a sore loser.”

“Oh?” He returned around the corner, open bottle in his hand, “were you gearing up for a fight tonight? Because that could be arranged.”

“Oh don’t be an ass.” You waved him off but still popped the dumpling into your mouth. “Mmm…. Fuck this is good.”

“The last spring roll is mine, so don’t even think about it.” He warned, shooting you a glare as he moved back to the couch, filling up his wine glass as he sat.

“Fine. You win this round.” You surrendered, picking up your glass to wash down the dumpling with, “but don’t tempt me with a fun time.”

Terry chuckled, the glint in his eye returning, “from what I’ve heard you’ve had more than your fair share of fun times already this week.”

“You may be correct; I have been spoiled.” You smirked across at him and he snagged the spring roll before you could beat him to it. “From what you’ve heard,” you scoffed into a bite of noodles, “as if you weren’t there witnessing it.”

“And from what I saw, you had plenty of fun.”

You scraped the last couple of bites off your plate, now that it was empty you set it on the coffee table and scooped up your wine, thanking Terry for refilling it. “If I remember correctly you seemed pretty into it too.”

“I like seeing your bossy side come through, especially when I’m not the one being tormented to it.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes, “you, naked, on top of a whining messy Velasco, what’s not to like? The way your tits bounce while you ride cock is truly mesmerizing.”

“Thanks.” You laughed, propping your elbow up on the back of the couch as you shifted to face him fully, “but I’m uh…” your fingertip traced the rim of your wine glass, “pretty sure I saw you staring somewhere that wasn’t my tits.” Your eyes flicked up to his and he cocked a brow, “in fact it had nothing to do with me at all.”

“Darlin’ as pretty as your tits are, there are other wonderful things to look at, Joe happens to be one of them. Especially when he’s as needy as he was Wednesday.”

“Yeah?” It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, a small smile on your cheeks, “you like looking at Joe?” Your leg slunk across the couch, nudging his thigh with your foot, “you think he’s hot? Bonus points when he’s a sweaty, begging mess?”

Terry chuckled, shaking his head and you swore you saw a tinge of pink briefly waft over his cheeks, “do I think my friend and coworker is conventionally attractive? Yes. Have I seen him naked? Also yes. Does that mean I find him sexually attractive and have the desire to fuck him? No.” His hand reached out and he squeezed your ankle, “I respect his boundaries, you know that.”

“You’ve seen each other naked.” You prompted, shrugging a shoulder, “just thought that might’ve sparked something.”

“You do tend to demand to be the center of attention sweetheart.” He teased and you feigned offence, kicking him with your heel this time. “The best answer you’re gonna get is that yes, he is hot but as a bi guy in the same room as another guy, I’m not gonna stare. My attention is on you, not him.”

“Hmm.” You took a sip of your wine, “did you know he had no clue about you being bi until Wednesday?”

“You never mentioned it?”

“Not my story to tell.” You shrugged, “but he did seem to be paying more attention to you that night. And I don’t think it was to try and beg his way out of a soft punishment ‘cause we all know he thoroughly enjoyed that.”

“He probably noticed how much attention I was paying and got a little freaked out, didn’t want me watching anymore. It happens.”

You watched as Terry sucked back his wine, his free hand fiddling with top of your sock and you couldn’t help but grin.

“And what if it’s the opposite?”

His head snapped up towards your gaze, brow furrowing at the mischievous glint in your eyes, “what?”

“Joe was into it. He liked you watching. And he definitely liked watching you, I mean, who wouldn’t.” You chuckled, “you’re quite the sight when you’re touching yourself.”

“Really?” He felt his pulse tick up ever so slightly, slowly replaying Wednesday night’s events through his mind, “you’re not fucking with me? He’s not straight?”

“I would never bullshit you about something like this.” You nudged his thigh with your foot again, “and apparently not. But it is new… he’s discovering a whole new version of himself and he wants to explore.”

“Okay…”

“Specifically with us… with you. I promised him I wouldn’t share any dirty details—”

“Shame.”

“—but that boy is ready to play.”

“How did this even come up?” Terry asked with a laugh, taking another sip of his wine.

“He had a naughty dream,” your lips curved around the rim of your glass, “then asked some questions, did some thinking, we did a deep dive into our imaginations. So… where do we go from here?”

Terry took another mouthful, his gaze drifting through the living room for a bit while he thought everything over. This was new for Joe, incredibly new. While the three of you had been playing together for a while already it wasn’t like he’d had any one on one time with the other man, there hadn’t even really been any physical contact between them. At the very least Joe had never shied away from Terry giving instructions, the dirty talk, touching himself in front of him. Hands had definitely brushed, looks had been stolen, there’d been plenty of watching and on that last night, an extended moment of eye contact that Terry now had confirmation was another way the pretty boy liked to beg. He could almost hear Joe whining, the noises he’d started to make that night infiltrating his senses, Terry was glad when you shoved at his leg again and he was able to divert his attention back to you.

“Well,” he took a sip, “you’re the buffer currently and it would probably work best to keep it that way for a bit.”

“That sounds lame.”

“Hear me out, there’s plenty of ways to play this. Whatever you did last night was step one, now we continue on, approach more topics, more ideas, we can make the game plan and then present it to Joe and see if he likes the timeline or if he wants to slow it down a bit.”

“And if he wants to speed it up?” You asked and Terry’s eyes darkened in a way you were all too familiar with.

“He’s gotta be patient, we can’t rush into something like this after all.”

“Don’t be mean to the poor boy, we haven’t even started yet.”

Terry laughed, “darlin’ we started months ago, we just didn’t realize what game we were playing.” His hand began sliding up and down your bare leg, “he seemed to liked subbing, so slip back into your dominant role. Make sure he’s completely and totally comfortable giving up control, letting someone else have the reigns while he can just sit back and take it. We can try him out with other kinks; see how far we can push boundaries.” Terry’s hand squeezed tightly around your leg before swinging away and then backhanding your inner thigh, his knuckles leaving a pleasurable sting against your skin, “see if he wants to be tied up, pinned down, use some more toys on him. You love your games, maybe some show and tell.”

“He’s seen my toy collection.” You bit your lip at the building pressure in your stomach, your mouth practically watering both at Terry’s words and the way he continued to poke at your skin.

“Hasn’t seen mine.” He flashed you a grin, “besides, I was thinking more along the lines of him watching, telling him to jerk himself off while I guide you through fingering me.” His head titled in knowing when your mouth opened to interject, “I know you know how to, you’ve done it before and you’re good at it. I remember.” He swatted at your leg again, “this isn’t for you, it’s for him.”

“I could teach him how to suck your cock.” You offered, the pulsing in your stomach beginning to shift lower.

“Good girl. Now you’re on the right track.” He pinched your thigh, draining his wine before placing the glass down on the end table, “next time it’s just the two of you, dom again. Get him talking, moaning, begging. Then tell him to be a good boy and that you’re gonna record it for me so I don’t miss out again. Could be video or just audio, doesn’t matter, but make him tell me what he wants to do.”

“Why not just sit in the corner and see for yourself?” You asked, your wine glass now empty, finding a home on the coffee table.

“He’ll be more open if I’m not actually there. Admitting it to you is one thing, saying it to my face is a whole different level, especially if he might think this is more than just a desire to fuck. If he starts to think it might be a crush we don’t want the poor guy embarrassed.”

“Says the sadist.” You murmured.

“Hey, I know how much you like it, otherwise I wouldn’t.”

“I do have a soft spot for when you call me your little slut.”

Terry’s hand circled around your ankle, yanking you towards him and you let out a yelp as you toppled into his lap, “that’s because you are a fucking dirty slut.” He husked, hands already tickling under the hem of your shirt, “bet you’re already wet just thinking about tormenting Joe.”

“He’s cute when he’s needy.” You feigned innocence, your hands sliding up his chest, “he certainly liked being choked.” Your hand slid higher, circling around Terry’s neck and he let out a soft groan, the tiniest nod of his head indicating that you should squeeze while his hand wrapped around your wrist if he needed to tap out. “I think he’d like being pinned down,” your ass dropped heavily into his lap as your free hand shoved him into the back of the couch, finger tips pressing into his throat.

“You should tie him up, see how he likes that.” Terry suggested with a smirk.

“Hands behind his back or spread open across the bed using restraints?” Your body rocked in his lap as you increased the pressure of your hand and he groaned.

“Fuck, would he ever look good tied to the bed.”

“Yeah I thought you might like that.” Your other hand slid around the back of his head, threading through his hair, “bet you can just picture him too. Legs spread wide, cock heavy and hard between them, leaking pre-cum already as his chest heaves and he just begs.” The fingers you had in Terry’s hair yanked, roughly tilting his head back against the couch, “bet he’d like that too.”

“You should rough him up a little bit,” he groaned, “we already know how much he likes it when you bite him.”

“You bite harder. Could leave pretty bruises all over his thighs where only the two of us get to see, slowly jerking him while you suck a mark into his skin. Let him think he’s finally gonna get it but never does.” You started to grind down onto his lap and you could feel his cock hardening in his pants.

“Christ he’d be a whimpering mess. You know what the best way to shut him up would be?”

“A gag?”

He chuckled, “I like where you’re going but I was thinking more along the lines of you sitting on his face.”

“Oh?” You pulled on his hair again, forcing his head back while your lips hovered over his, your fingers squeezing his throat, “you want to watch me ride his face while you play with his pretty cock? Want him getting me off while you get him off?”

“Just a thought.” He grinned at you right before letting out a moan, his eyes falling shut, “fuck darlin’.”

“What? I thought you liked it when I was in control.”

“You’d think for how much you beg you wouldn’t hold off this long.”

“Consider it payback.” Your lips brushed over his and he could practically taste the wine on them, “besides… we’re talking about the naughty things we want to do to Jose.” Your lips finally met his, kissing him softly, “all the ways we’d tease him.” The second kiss a moment longer, your tongue running along the seam of his lips, “how we’d get him so hard he couldn’t handle it anymore.” Your teeth sunk into Terry’s lip and he hissed.

“Get him so pent up we would have to tie him up,” his hands squeezed around your waist, “otherwise he’d flip the switch, have us both pinned down before we knew it.”

Terry’s lips were still brushing yours as he spoke and you missed the evil look in his eyes, his words having a double entendre. Another flash of a second and you were flipped onto your back on the couch, Terry’s body pinning you to it. In the same smooth movement he’d removed your hand from his throat, pinning both your wrists above your head with one of his. His teeth nipped at your earlobe as his hips thrust into yours, grinding his clothed dick between your legs and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Fuck…”

He laughed darkly, sitting up on his haunches to strip off his shirt, “see, doesn’t matter. You can pretend you’re in control all you want…” one hand tugged your shirt over your head and you lifted as far from the couch as you could to get it fully off. The other one snuck into your shorts, fingertips brushing your clit and your breath hitched in your throat, “but we all know I’m the one in charge.” Two fingers began making slow circles and he watched the way your eyes fluttered shut, “it is hot as fuck when you do it though. Can’t wait to witness more of that.”

“I’ll bet.” You let out a low breath, rocking your hips up towards his touch, “you just can’t wait to see Joe all whiny, that perfect little pout on his lips. Bet you’re thinking about those lips wrapped around your cock.” You bent your knee, grinding your thigh against Terry’s dick and he couldn’t help but groan, squeezing the hand around your wrists harder.

“Careful princess.” He growled.

“Or what?” You smirked up at him, watching as his lips formed a scowl, “it’s not like anything I’m saying is a lie.” You arched your body toward him again, a devious look flashing through your eyes when he let out a hiss, uncontrollably grinding down against you, his hands stilling in your shorts. “Are you seriously telling me you’ve never thought of it? You’ve seen him on his knees, how pretty he looks…”

Terry took back what control he could, his fingers slipping between your lower lips, running up and down as he smeared your juices. His dick was pulsing in his pants, each time your rubbed your thigh against him it shifted and he could feel the wet spot of pre-cum on his briefs. Over the past while you’d clearly picked up on how to be in control even if you were on the bottom, he barely had it in his mind to continue moving his hand when you started talking again.

“And he just loves to serve…” your hands twitched, fingertips reaching for his hands, just barely managing to softly scratch his skin. “He’d be such a good fucking puppy for you, do whatever it is you want.”

“Unlike some people.” He grunted out, two fingers swiftly thrusting into you and you couldn’t help but cry out.

“Fuck!”

“Didn’t think you were really winning, did you?”

You groaned when his fingers pumped into your cunt, your head falling back onto the couch cushions, “bold of you to think I can’t keep talking while getting fingered.” You rocked your hips toward his hand, your leg pushing between his legs again, “feels like you’re the one dying to fuck.”

“Such a slut.” Terry tsk’d, leaning over you so he could get his mouth on your neck, “always so fuckin’ greedy.”

He curled his fingers in your pussy, knowing just where to touch you to make your toes curl and your back arched off the couch. Your arms strained against his hand but he was more than strong enough to keep them pinned, there was part of him that knew the second he let you get your hands on him he would be done for. He’d been wanting to fuck you properly since he left your place on Wednesday, now knowing that you and Joe had gotten up to things last night he was even more persistent.

“Oh god…” you moaned, your head rolling to the side, giving him prime access to your supple skin. He chuckled against your neck when he spotted the small mark on your skin left by Joe. It was faint, just barely a shade of blue and he knew he could do better. “Shit, Ter.” The whine came out when his teeth sunk into your neck, pinching down on the flesh until you hissed and he let up, tongue laving over the mark.

Terry sucked at the spot, the fingers moving inside you picking up their pace, scissoring and twirling, stretching you out so you were ready for him. With each thrust of his hand his finger tips brushed over your sweet spot and your hips rocked up to the touch and you made sure to grind your thigh between his legs harder each time.

“You gonna beg?” He asked, nipping and kissing at the crook of your neck.

“I seem to remember a time you were begging for my cock in your ass.” You countered, wrists pushing against his hands with no avail, they weren’t going anywhere. Your legs wrapped around his waist instead, one of your heels digging into the curve of his ass, “so needy and wanting. I think pretty boy will like that, filling you up with his thick cock.”

“You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” He asked, sitting up over you, still pinning your hands to the couch while the other moved fervently in your pussy. “Oh but I know that gets you off, doesn’t it?”

You shook your head, a whimper coming from your lips in defiance as your pussy pulsated around his fingers and he laughed darkly. His hand vanished from inside you, yanking your shorts down before he spanked your clit, pulling a quiet yelp from you, back arching off the couch.

“Now I know you’re lying.” His hand returned between your legs, palming at your cunt, “you’re fucking soaked princess.”

“I was so close, dammit!”

That pulled a hearty laugh from him, one that distracted him enough to throw his head back, forgetting about your wrists pinned beneath his hand. You hooked a leg over his waist, your hands shooting to his shoulders and the two of you toppled to the carpet, your hips settling over his.

“Gotcha.” With a smirk you leant over him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, your tongue plunging into his mouth and he groaned, hips rolling up to meet yours. Your hands slunk between your bodies, quickly undoing his pants and shoving them down his legs, Terry wasting no time in kicking them off. “Now who’s fucking needy.” You husked and he growled again, easily flipping you over.

“You’re not that naïve, c’mon.”

Terry wrapped a hand around his cock, locking eyes with you, waiting for your nod before he plunged into you, a mutual moan leaving both your lips.

“Oh god…” you groaned, your arms and legs immediately wrapping around him, “fuck you always feel so good.”

“Pussy’s fuckin’ drenched sweetheart. How long you been dreaming of me fucking you?” He started a steady pace, pumping into you deeper with each thrust of his hips. He tossed a leg over his shoulder and your nails dug into his back, “don’t get shy now.” His fingers pinched your clit and you whined loudly. “You wake up, horny,” he thrust harder into you, “bored,” another one, “and alone?” He grunted, burying as deep into you as he could, circling his hips as his cock throbbed inside your walls, a quiet swear leaving his lips when you squeezed around him. He could feel your juices dripping out of your cunt around his dick. “Not even Joe to help you out.”

“Fuck…”

His hands pulled your bra down, letting your tits free, watching the way they swayed as he fucked you. When he wrapped his mouth around one your entire body shuddered, it was clear a second later he was hellbent on leaving you with a mark that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“God Terry…”

“Yeah?” He groaned, “is that what you moaned earlier? Beg me to fuck you,” he emphasized his words with a powerful thrust as his teeth bit into your skin again, “fill you up with this cock?”

“Y—yes..” You whined, clutching tighter to him as pleasure ran higher through your body, skin tingling with each thrust of his hips.

“Those hands of yours will never be enough anymore.” He husked against your skin, “you need me or Joe. Little slut.”

“More… please Terry.”

“Gonna have to get custom toys made,” he sat up on his haunches, continuing to thrust into you as he sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, “make moulds of our cocks so you can fuck yourself silly when we’re not there.”

You clenched around him, your thighs quaking, “oh my gooodddd….”

“Patience, princess.” He nearly laughed at how quickly he’d gotten you begging, “I know you’re close.” His two slicked fingers found their way between your legs, rubbing your clit and your body jolted beneath him, another gush of juices coating his cock. “God you’re fuckin’ pretty when you’re like this.” He pressed harder, matching the rhythm of his hand with his thrusts, rocking upwards just enough to hit every spot that made you see stars.

Your hands clawed against his thighs, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you tried to hold back your cries, your entire body on fire, twitching and trembling with pleasure and Terry watched with glee. The grin on his cheeks glued there while your lips suddenly parted, a moan of his name escaping them when your body tensed, your thighs clenching around him and your back arched off the floor so far he was sure it would be sore the next day.

“That’s it princess.” His hands moved to your hips, fucking you through your orgasm until you were only shivering in his arms and he was able to chase his own peak.

“Fuck..”

“Where do you want m—” He grunted and you squeezed your pussy around him.

“Inside, fill me up.”

“Christ.” Terry felt the fire shoot through him and directly in between his legs, a loud groan came from the back of his throat and he suddenly stilled between your legs, doing his best not to crush you as he dropped over you.

You let out a soft hum, your hands trailing up his back as you left scattered kisses across his shoulder, a hand gently tangled into his curls. He sighed, body relaxing into yours as your fingertips scratched at his scalp and he kissed the side of your neck, leaving another one below your ear before placing one on your lips. He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, giving you a smile before slipping his cock from you and collapsing down onto the floor beside you.

“You really touch yourself this morning?” He asked, hand finding yours on the carpet.

You giggled softly, free hand coming to cover your face as you nodded, “yeah.”

“Joe rile you up and take off or something?”

“Left me sore,” you laughed, “I told him I was more than good, sent him home after sucking him off.”

“Yet you woke up horny.”

“I doubt I was the only one.” You cast him a look and he chuckled.

“What’d you think about?” He grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Joe getting his cock sucked.” You started, pushing up to sitting.

“You put that pink dildo in your mouth?” He asked and you laughed.

“No. Cause I wasn’t the one sucking it. This time, I’m the one off to the side watching…while you boys go at it. Maybe I’ll even tell pretty boy what to do, how to make you come so hard you see stars.”

“Christ princess.” Terry ran a hand over his face and you could have sworn you saw his dick twitch already.

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Jose! I'm OBSSESSED WITH THIS SERIES

Down Bad Ch 3

Joe Velasco x fem!reader with a hint of Terry Bruno Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, smut, mentions of threesomes, oral, sexuality discussions and exploration, minor kink exploration/discussion. I think that's it? lol. hopefully the next chapter comes quicker cause i'm obsessed with this story! 6.5k

Behind you, Joe stirred, the arm he had thrown around your waist tightening briefly before it fell slack and he nuzzled closer into the crook of your neck. His naked body pressed against you, warmth flowing into your skin, combating the slight breeze coming from the cracked open window. Even without opening your eyes you could tell by the level of brightness that it was late morning, the air smelling like fresh rain, lingering drips hitting the fire escape sending pings through the air. You let out a quiet groan, stretching your limbs the best you could without waking Joe, your hand darting out to poke your phone screen.

A weather alert for rain, a notification from Spotify about new music from an artist you’d never heard of and a text from Terry from nearly four hours ago. Judging by the fact that it was eleven o’ four, he’d sent it while getting ready for work.

‘You two enjoy yourselves today. Keep me posted ;)’

A puff of air resembling a laugh left your lips and you tossed the device back onto the nightstand, squeezing at Joe’s arm. His body tensed around you again and you heard a small grumble coming from the back of his throat, one that made you chuckle.

“Oh c’mon sleepy head, you never wake up this late.”

“Late night.” He grunted in reply, his lips brushing against your bare shoulder and you nearly snorted.

“Please. You had me out of that bar by eight fifteen and you were the first to fall asleep. No T.V. binge, no massage, no white noise, just out like a light.”

“Hmm.” He pulled on your hip, rolling you onto your back and you rolled your head to see his still half buried in your pillows, his brow furrowed as he rubbed at his eyes, “you didn’t turn anything on after I passed out?” He asked with a yawn and you shook your head, reaching for one of the water bottles.

“Nope. Did you wake up at all?”

“Thanks.” He took the bottle, pushing upwards to take a generous gulp before passing it back to you with a shake of his head, “no.”

“When’s the last time that happened?”

Joe pursed his lips, his hand running up and down your side as he thought, “’m not even sure. Years.” His hand trailed up your arm until he was cupping your face, pulling you in for a kiss. “Guess I can thank you for that.”

You chuckled against his lips, “pretty sure it was more than just my doing.”

With a grin he rolled onto you, lips moving against yours, “I’d say you played a pretty big part.”

“I guess I can accept that.”

“How about I say thank you in the best way I can?” He pulled back just enough, a brow raised at you and you laughed, yanking him down for another kiss, one that your tongue quickly slid into his mouth.

“Pretty boy…I can already feel your hard on.”

“So that’s a yes?” He asked, his lips already making marks on your neck.

“You’re insatiable.” You groaned, your hands sliding into his hair as one of his hands slid between your legs. A chuckle escaping his lips when he found you just as ready as he was.

*

Two rounds --a lengthy nap after Joe had sufficiently worn you out-- and two long, luxurious showers later (Joe would always rave about how much better your water pressure was than his) and the two of you were starving. Rather than put any more effort into the day, you headed down a couple of blocks to find somewhere to grab what some would call a late lunch and others would call an early dinner.

The two of you ended up at Alfie’s Kitchen and Craft Beer Bar on the corner of ninth and West 53rd, beers for both of you, a burger for Joe and a flatbread for you. The predicted rain wasn’t scheduled to hit until later that evening so you’d opted to take advantage of the sun while you could, perched at a table in the corner of the patio. Not only was it best to appreciate the weather, warm breeze blowing through your air dried hair while you ate, it was also perfect for people watching.

Some would think your love of people watching came from the two of you being cops, that it was a grown instinct, always keeping an eye out for trouble makers or things that could go wrong. While that may have been partially true, the instinct was pretty natural, especially in a city like New York. There was always something going on, sometimes it was something to turn a blind eye to while others it turned out to brighten your day or curve the path you were on. Those little curves could easily change what plan you had for the day, week or month. Joe noticing Terry over your shoulder the previous night was a perfect example of a greatly beneficial curve, what would have been a night of the two of you quickly disappearing alone turned into a smattering of very naughty thoughts that were still floating around in your brain.

As you picked up your beer your eyes drifted across the table, settling on the dark mark peeking out from under Joe’s collar, you were always pretty careful to not leave any super visible ones, knowing that Fin or Grace would tease him relentlessly. (and Grace would without a doubt pester him until she found out who gave it to him.) Not to mention it wasn’t even that bad, it could easily be played off as a sports bruise, the same could definitely not be said about the forming mark on your inner thigh. It was so bad you were certain Joe had left fucking teeth marks indented into your skin. Maybe next time you would return the favour, part of you was pretty sure he’d actually like that, his fingers tracing the mark as his mind wandered back to the dirty things he’d begged you to do when you were leaving it. That would definitely give Grace something to taunt him about. Your brow furrowed at the thought, watching as his throat bobbed when he swallowed, not sensing you watching him at all.

“Have you told Grace?”

“Hmm?” He pulled his gaze away from the street to you.

“Grace,” you asked again with a small laugh, “does she know we’re fucking?”

“She’s got a pretty good idea.” The corner of his mouth twitched up into a grin, “said she could tell I got laid on that conference trip. Took her a while to put it together, thought I was just in a better mood ‘cause of the change of scenery, not that I was still getting laid..” He took a swig of his beer, “why? Do you not want her knowing?”

“No, I don’t care.” You waved it off, “she’s a friend and she knows when to keep her mouth shut. Besides, I know all about her and Tamin from homicide.”

Joe’s eyes widened for a flash, “you do?”

“Yeah,” it was your turn to smirk, “I was in the academy with her, we’ve kept in touch.”

He nodded, fiddling with one of his fries, “have… you and Grace ever…”

“God no.” You laughed, “she’s way too much of a brat for me. A little bit is fine but with her? You’re talking spreader bar, flogger, probably a ball gag ‘cause she never shuts—”

“Okay, okay!” He waved his hands to regain your attention and stop you in your tracks, “that’s enough!”

“You asked.”

“Not for hypothetical details.” He groaned, “she’s like my sister. I don’t need to know anything.”

“She knows about your sex life though.” You pointed out, picking up the last piece of your flatbread.

“She’s a little fiend, you know how she gets. Things don’t get into specific details but we chat.”

“Does she know Terry’s been involved?”

“I’ve never brought it up.” He shrugged, “figured if you wanted her to know you were getting double teamed, you could tell her.”

You laughed, shaking your head at the glint in his eyes, “thanks.”

“She did see the two of you leave the bar together a few weeks ago, when I was on nightshift. Said the two of you were all over each other while waiting for the Uber, I got an unbelievably detailed account of the night. Flirting, buying drinks, Terry’s usual tactic of pool, you pretending you had no idea how to play despite absolutely obliterating Grace two days earlier.” He chuckled and you puffed a laugh out, “she asked if I was jealous.”

“And?” You raised a brow at him as you picked up your beer.

“I said I was a good boy and knew how to share my playthings.”

His wording had your lips curving up into a grin, “you certainly are a good boy, aren’t you?”

Joe’s cheek’s flushed and he immediately busied himself with his drink in an attempt to hide it. You shook your head at him, taking another sip of your beer, briefly saying a thank you to the server when they cleared your plates and asked if you wanted another round. With a glance in Joe’s direction you took the initiative, ordering another two beers and a round of green tea shots for the both of you.

“As long as Grace doesn’t come for me like a fucking guard dog thinking that I’m two timing you or hurting your feelings.”

“Nah,” he laughed, slightly thankful for the redirection, “I told her those kind of details. She knows all three of us talked after that and set down some boundaries and that it’s all casual. She definitely knows we’re not dating, probably thinks its all one on one sessions.” He paused, thanking the server for the new round and taking the time to clink his shot glass with yours before sinking back the liquor. “Though I think she was kind of trying to push me and you dating, maybe just knows that you’re good people and we click…”

Your absorption of his words trailed off, though he continued talking as he watched your gaze land on a very cute girl who’d just crossed to your side of the street. He watched the way you sat back in your chair, your elbow draping over the back of it as your lips formed a smirk. You’d caught the eye of the other girl long before she’d reached the sidewalk alongside the patio, the two of you eyeing each other until she was past, your head following her path and she glanced over her shoulder, a giggle on her lips before she turned back to her friend.

“Fucking hell.” Joe laughed,

“What?” You asked, turning back to him and picking up your beer, “I was listening.”

“Sure you were.”

“Grace thinks we’d work well together, wants you dating someone who’s good for you and knows more about your past rather than you having to go through all your onion layers with someone new who might not react well.” You stated blankly and Joe huffed a laugh, amazed that you’d comprehended anything he’d said, “I can eye fuck a hot girl and still actively listen to you pretty boy.”

He hummed over the rim of his glass, eyes flicking past you to the girl who was now at the end of the block and he caught himself fidgeting, thumb brushing against his ring finger. “How’d you know?”

“Well for starters girls usually appreciate other girls complimenting or checking them out, it’s not as leery and creepy as when dude’s do it. Second, she has an undercut, and third, she came out of the queer bookstore across the street and has a pan flag pin on her bag.”

“Not what I meant, but thanks for the analysis.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“What then?”

“How did you know that you weren’t straight.”

You shrugged, “I was obsessed with Jessica Rabbit and Poison Ivy as a kid, kinda thought it was just cause they were cool. Then we had family movie night, I was like, twelve or thirteen, we watched Matilda, you seen it?” You looked his way and he shook his head, making a mental note to add it to the watchlist, “instantly fell in love with Miss Honey. And like, we’re not talking, ‘oh she’s so sweet’ it’s more like, ‘oh… oh… I want her to take care of me, but I also want her to take care of me. Ya know?”

“I guess.” He shrugged, “you didn’t like, think you were totally gay?”

“No.” You shook your head again, picking up your glass, “I knew I still liked guys, I just also liked girls. It just felt normal and right, I just didn’t know what the label was for it ‘til a few years later when I met another bi girl at college orientation.”

“No internal conflict or like… shame?” His eyes ducked to his beer, suddenly wishing it was a mixed drink instead so he could occupy himself with a straw or shaking ice cubes around.

“No. But like you said last night, it’s much more socially acceptable for girls, we start holding hands when we’re little kids and no one tells us not to. I know just as many straight girls who have made out with female friends on drunken nights out.”

“You think it’s different for guys?” He asked, risking a glance up at you and your gaze softened at the look in the green eyes looking back at you, “has Terry ever mentioned anything?”

“Terry and I haven’t really ever sat down and discussed his side of experience. He just playfully cursed me out one night after I got a guy to come home with me, apparently we’d both been chasing after him and I hadn’t realized. It just got left at that, though he was more open about it around me afterwards.” You shrugged a shoulder, “but yeah, I think it’s definitely different for guys, there’s probably more of a stigma around it, but I don’t think they deserve it in the least. And a lot more guys experiment than you would think.”

“Really?” He raised a brow at you and you nodded. “Huh.”

He took a swig of his beer, getting lost in his thoughts while you finished your drink. He could feel your gaze on him, but it wasn’t heated, wasn’t pressing, you were just observing, waiting for when he was ready to move forward. It was part of what he liked so much about you, about Bruno, things were always peaceful when he was around the two of you (even when they weren’t and you were ganging up on him like the night before). He knew neither of you were going to press him on any matter, waiting until he would come around on his own. He took another mouthful of beer, letting it swirl around in his mouth, the taste settling on his tongue before he swallowed it down, taking a breath.

“When you say experiment…” He let his voice trail off, eyes flicking up to yours so you could put two and two together.

“Depends on the guy, some people are intrigued, others are much more curious, some want hands on experience. It can be something like a kiss, a make out session for them to realize that they aren’t into it, or…that sparks something even more, some people tend to dive right into the deep end and it’s full blown sex. And that could end in a one time thing that was like checking something off a to-do list, or it could end up being how they shape their identity moving forward.”

“You think kissing’s the baby step into it?” He asked, feeling a blush taking over his cheeks again.

“Maybe.” You shrugged a shoulder, “I think the real baby step would be watching gay porn, maybe…partaking in a devil’s three way.”

Joe’s eyes caught the way the corner of your lips twitched up, the mischievous glint in your eye when you picked up your drink.

“You sayin’ what I think you are?” He asked, his pulse picking up and he suddenly wished his drink wasn’t empty.

You smiled softly at him, shifting forward in your chair, an elbow coming to rest on the table, “I’m saying that you’ve been naked in the same room as Terry on more than one occasion. And neither of you have exactly shied away from looking at the other’s cock.”

Joe swallowed; his mouth dry at the insinuation of your words, tongue tied in his mouth as he tried to think of something to say. You stalled a moment, giving him a chance before chuckling softly, draining your beer.

“In fact… I do believe there was a moment you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his dick last night. I mean, I don’t blame you, watching the way he strokes himself is rather…intoxicating… and we already knew you wanted him watching.” You leant in further across the table, “so I guess my question to you is, are you thinking about a little more experimenting? Or do you think it’s specifically Terry that you want?”

“What I think.” He finally found his voice, waving down the server for the bill, “is that I need another couple of drinks first…”

You held up your hands in surrender, chuckling softly as you relaxed back into your chair.

“More importantly, the privacy of your apartment.”

“You want me to take you home pretty boy?” You swiped the bill from him, pulling cash from your wallet, “that can definitely be arranged.”

*

When you returned to your apartment there was almost a thickness in the air, something heaving with want, heat captured between the four walls of your living room like they weren’t before. Joe could feel it throbbing through his veins, scratching at the back of his neck as he peeled off his flannel, dropping into a chair as he crossed the living room. You’d disappeared down the hallway without saying anything and he thought he could hear water running from your en-suite. Knowing you wouldn’t care, he shoved open the windows, letting the cool air breeze through the screens, the smell of rain wafting through your apartment. It wasn’t as late as it felt, storm clouds having taken over the skies, only the occasional streak of sunlight managed to make it through.

He felt the wind tickle across his skin as he moved back through your apartment, pulling open the fridge to check out what kind of stash you had going on. He found a pack of his preferred beer in a corner, no likely left from the last time he was over, grabbing one for himself before selecting a seltzer from the diverse collection in the door for you. Just as he cracked his drink you were padding back into the main space, your hair was tugged up off your neck and you’d changed into an NYPD tee, pj shorts on your lower half, always aiming for comfort, especially in the solace of your own space.

“Thanks.” You cast him a grin when he passed you the seltzer and he followed you to the couch. You let him take a few sips, watching the way his body began to sink into the couch, the alcohol working its way into his system before you nudged his thigh with your foot. “So? You think you have an answer now?”

Joe exhaled a long breath, “I think…that it’s both.” He glanced in your direction, unsurprised to find you in your usual corner perch, legs pulled up onto the couch. “I never really thought about it before… I mean, if guys talked about threesomes with only one girl, all the attention was on her, all eyes on her and definitely not the other guy.”

“Mmhm.” You nodded, watching him take a gulp of beer.

“Like, it would be weird to even look at the other guy, much less talk about it after.” His gaze redirected out the window, watching the raindrops hitting the glass, “but it doesn’t feel weird when Bruno watches. And I know he’s not just watching you.”

“You are a very pretty sight to look at.”

He chuckled softly, “I like it. I didn’t really realize it at first but I’ve been playing over our other nights, he’s not just telling you what to do, he’s fully in control and… it’s…” He trailed off, looking up at you expectantly and it was your turn to softly laugh.

“Hot?” You finished.

“Yeah.” Involuntarily his tongue swept across his lips, “remember the night he guided me on how to edge you?”

Your cheeks nearly flushed at the memory, spread out on Terry’s bed, legs on Joe’s shoulders while you begged him to fuck you. Terry had been verballing instructions from the other end of the bed at first, stroking himself, planning on finishing in your mouth. He wanted Joe to tease you, to really drag it out and the younger man didn’t have the self control, wanting to pound into you, giving you both what you wanted. Terry scolded him, shifting off the bed to stand behind him, a hand settling on Joe’s shoulder to warm up, his voice low as he instructed him to go slower, when he felt Joe’s body shift pliantly under his touch his hands moved lower, gently wrapping around his waist to guide how slow and deep his thrusts should be.

“How could I forget?” It was your turn to latch your gaze on the window, flashes of the night replaying through your brain.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that night. I could be wrong but I think it was the first time he touched me in the bedroom.”

“Like I said, we both assumed you were straight, we weren’t gonna push anything you didn’t want.” Your arm fell across the back of the couch, your fingers threading into his hair, “and we still aren’t, you get that, yeah?”

“Yeah.” His head rocked backwards into your touch, a soft sigh leaving his lips, “and you have no idea how much I appreciate that.” He turned his face to you and your thumb brushed against his cheek, vulnerability glazing over his eyes.

“Jose..”

His fingers wrapped around your wrist, shifting your hand so he could leave a kiss in your palm. “I mean it. I wouldn’t trust anyone else but the two of you to start exploring into these new feelings.”

“You’ve gotta feel safe in situations like this, I wouldn’t have been comfortable sharing a hotel room with any other two dudes I know.”

“You’ll always be safe with us.”

“I know.” Your fingers scratched at his head again, “and that goes right back to you.” Joe hummed softly, taking a swig of his drink, “so you do want to try some things out?”

“Of course.” He nearly groaned, it already felt like his pants were getting too tight and he shifted on the couch, “I’m just not sure where to start.”

“Well…” you moved toward him, swinging a leg over his lap, hands cupping his cheeks as your lips brushed against his, “you just leave that to us, okay.” You tapped the tip of his nose with your finger before sliding off his lap, “now drink up.”

Joe watched as you moved through the room, turning on a soft playlist on your phone, flicking off the overhead lights to leave only a dim lamp in the corner. You crossed to the shelf by the window that housed your candle collection and that caught his interest.

“What’re you doing?”

“People always think about candles for light in romantic situations, but scented ones can bring back memories, associate with certain people, a place, I like to use them to set the mood in that sort of way.” You plucked the lid off one, “Christmas baking, summer rain, sitting on the beach with a pina colada.” Walking back up to him you held up the candle in your hand, “what’d you think?”

He took it from you, taking a long sniff, his eyes shutting and letting the smell infiltrate his senses and it hit him immediately, his eyes flashing open. “What the fuck?” He twisted the jar in his hand to find the name, “that smells so much like my cologne.”

“Which smells amazing.” You took the candle back from him, “and sometimes a girl’s gotta play imagination games when she’s home all alone and you’re out of town.” A smirk played across your lips and Joe’s memory flashed back to a video of you fucking yourself with a bright blue toy as you moaned his name, candle burning on your nightstand.

“What else have you got over there?” He asked, watching as you placed the candle back, picking up another one alongside a lighter.

“You’ll figure it out.” The grin was still on your lips as you lit it, placing it down on the coffee table, “do you trust me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then close your eyes.” You instructed and he did as asked, “relax. Turn that busy brain off, let your body and your senses do the work, wake up that imagination.”

Your hand caressed the side of his face and that’s when he realized you’d washed off your perfume, he could usually catch the subtle spicy floral scent from your wrist. Before he could figure out what replaced it, he felt you move away from the couch, your footsteps fading as you entered the kitchen. Rather than try and figure out what you were up to, he did as you wanted, sinking deeper into the couch, the tension in his shoulders easing. The slow, steady beat of the music drummed through his ears, moving into his body and he realized you certainly were good at setting a specific mood.

It was just as you came back into the living room, your movement bringing a breeze with it that the scent of the candle wafted in his direction. He inhaled deeply, letting it wash over his senses, there was a hint of something similar to leather, maybe some amber with a spice he couldn’t quite identify yet. But the overwhelming theme was there, if had to bottle a scent to remind him of Terry, this was the one.

“Eyes still closed,” your voice came out low from in front of him, “glad to know you remember how to follow instructions.”

“What’s next?”

“Picture Terry.”

“Mmhm…” His eyebrows scrunched as he listened to your voice, slowly forming a setting and picture in his mind.

“Imagine the two of you together. You guys have had a good night, fun, playful, relaxed. Probably out at the game, had a few drinks but weren’t ready to call it a night you head back to an apartment for another round or two. He’s got that little grin on his face, that dark gleam in his eyes he gets when he’s feeling feisty, the one I just know you like so much.”

A small grunt of acknowledgement came from Joe and you smiled, stepping toward the couch, your hands bracing on his shoulders, gripping a little tighter than you normal would as you slid into his lap.

“You’ve got to pretend everything you’re feeling is him.” You settled over his hips, hands dragging down his torso slowly, “I know there’s differences..” your lips began kissing across his jaw, “his hands are bigger… rougher…” your gripped his sides harder and felt him inhale sharply as your mouth began to descend along the column of his neck. “You’ll feel his scruff scraping across your skin,” your teeth grazed him, “and fair warning,” you giggled softly, “he bites harder than I do.”

Joe let out a low groan when your teeth sunk into the crook of his neck and his body tensed underneath you, his hands automatically coming to rest on your waist. Fingers wound into the fabric, bunching it in his hands and when he noticed how much of it there was he realized it wasn’t yours, rather one Terry had left at your apartment. The scent of the other man lingered on it and Joe felt his cock start to harden in his pants. He bit back a moan when your tongue swept over his neck and you pinched at his sides.

“Keep your eyes closed pretty boy. Let your senses take over, now tell me… what else?”

“Smells like him.” He mumbled, “cologne… soap maybe?”

“Mmm.” Your fingers wrapped around his jaw, pulling his mouth to yours and you kissed him roughly.

When your tongue surged into his mouth Joe couldn’t help but moan, electrified by everything surrounding him, if it wasn’t for the softness of your hands, the curve of your breasts pressed against him he would’ve sworn your fantasy play was reality. His hands twitched around your waist when you pulled away from the kiss, his lips quickly forming a pout.

“And?”

“Tastes like his scotch,” he was certain you must’ve had a bottle stashed away for whenever Terry was here after a long day, “maybe he stepped out of the bar earlier to have a smoke.”

“Good boy.” You purred, your hands sliding down his body and swiftly undoing his belt before they disappeared into his pants, palming him through his briefs. “now… picture Terry. How does that sound?” Your fingers squeezed around him and Joe moaned.

“Fuckin’ fantastic.” When he inhaled again the fantasy heightened, he could nearly see Bruno in the room, feel his weight against his body.

“Good.” Leaning in you left a kiss then a bite on his neck before slinking to your knees, pulling his pants down as you went. “If my suspicions are right, he wants this too and he’s gonna have zero complaints sucking your cock.” Your hands spread his thighs wide as you settled between them, slicking your hand with spit before pumping his dick, “I want you imagining it’s his mouth wrapped around you, alright pretty boy?”

“Yeah.” He sighed.

“Yes, what?” Your hand squeezed around him and Joe’s head dropped back against the couch.

He could still taste the scotch on his tongue, sucking the taste deeper into his mouth. He pictured Terry sitting across from the bed last night, how fixated on each other the two men were while he stroked himself. He imagined you sitting back, nodding to Terry to take over while you started to toy with yourself on the other side of the bed. Terry’s cock grin on his lips as he sauntered toward the bed to suck the other man off.

“Yes sir.”

“Good boy.”

Your praise made his cock throb in your hand, a drop of pre-cum dripping out the head right as your lips wrapped around it, tongue swiping it away.

Joe let out a low swear, doing his best not to jolt his hips off the couch, letting you take control as he began to pant. He had no idea how you’d done it, how you’d managed to set everything up so perfectly and so quickly, your words and instructions together with the other senses painted such an incredibly clear picture. He could feel your nails digging into his thighs as your mouth worked his cock but it was as if you were off to the side, holding him down while Terry did whatever he wanted. He couldn’t help it, hands wrapping around the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock, a string of swears leaving his lips as his body began to tense. Pleasure was soaring through him higher and higher in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before.

He moaned, this one louder than the last, his cock twitching in your mouth and you doubled your efforts, hands cupping his balls, cheeks hollowing around him. Your tongue traced the veins of his cock, muffled whines and groans coming from your throat. You picked up the pace, bobbing up and down faster until you sunk his cock into the back of your throat and held it there, letting him inch further, deeper than before.

“Shit.” He grunted, “fuck, gonna…oh god..” His thighs clenched around you as the tension in his gut hardened, sparks flying through his body, “gon’ make me come.”

Your hands squeezed tightly around his thighs as if telling him it was okay to do so and he let out a whine, his hips rocking up off the couch. The image of Terry, naked and on his knees in front of him resurfaced back into his imagination and Joe couldn’t help himself, swearing loudly and his cock pulsed intensely and before he knew it he was coming. Long, thick ropes of cum, shooting into your throat, his dick twitching with each burst, harder than he’d experienced before. He eyes were squeezed shut, seeing spots and he could feel your lips still wrapped around him, sucking every drip that you could, your tongue darting out, stroking along his shaft to lick him clean. Your mouth stayed on him until he was starting to soften, finally catching his breath again, coming back to the real world. Your hands smoothed up and down his thighs as you let him drop from your mouth and when he cracked open his eyes he found you looking up at him expectantly. Rather than the sassy smirk normally splayed across your lips there was a soft smile, a brow raised in interest instead of daring.

“Fuck.” He muttered, a small laugh following as he ran a hand over his face.

“Fun?” You asked, slowly standing in front of him.

“Didn’t realize imagination was that powerful.” He admitted, his hands winding around your waist as you settled into his lap again.

“It’s a magical thing.” You murmured, kissing him gently, “how do you think you’d feel about the real thing?”

“Good.” His hands rubbed up and down your back, sneaking under the stolen shirt. His eyes found yours, a curious look in them, “would you be there?”

“Of course.” You cupped his cheeks again, “whatever our pretty boy wants, he gets.” A smirk took over your lips, “well, to an extent of course. Terry can be a bit of an ass, but you already knew that. We start small, go at your speed, need you begging before we think about moving on.” Joe groaned, his hands gripping your waist tighter as you continued, “what do you want?”

“I wanna know what it’s like,” his eyes fluttered shut when your hands started threading into his hair. “To be controlled totally, told what to do and when to do it.”

“Is that it?” You asked and he shook his head.

“So much more.” He managed to catch your lips in a kiss, “I want him to touch me, want to know what his mouth actually feels like, what it feels like to be fucked… like that.”

“I think we can definitely work with that.” You nipped at his lower lip, a grin breaking out on your face and Joe nearly growled.

“Good.”

A second later and you were letting out a yelp as Joe flipped you onto your back, pinning you onto the couch, his hips already grinding down against yours. You let out a loud laugh, your hands pressing against his chest,

“Babe, no.”

“But…” he froze above you, an expression similar to a confused puppy on his face, “I came…”

“And I’m still fuckin sore from this morning.” You laughed, pulling him to you for a quick kiss, “trust me Jose, you’ve done plenty and I certainly don’t feel under-satisfied.”

“Okay.” It was with near reluctance that he sat back, scooping his pants up from the floor and tugging them back on before looking back at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You laughed again, “besides, you’ve got to work in the morning. You’re welcome to stay if you want, but I’m not gonna be bummed or anything if you leave.”

He groaned, standing up from the couch and stretching his body out with a sigh, “I should go. I need clean clothes or Grace’ll know I haven’t been home yet and grill me until she figures out every single fucking detail.”

“You need to start leaving some spare clothes here.” You suggested, getting up from the couch and gathering the empty containers, tossing them into the recycle as you followed him to the door.

Joe slipped back into his flannel, shoving his shoes back on before he turned back to you, a hand curling around the back of your neck as his eyes searched yours, “you sure you’re okay if I go?”

“Absolutely.” You returned the sentiment from earlier, twisting to leave a kiss in his palm and he smiled, “g’night.”

He leaned in, leaving a soft kiss against your lips, “night baby.” His thumb brushed over your skin, lingering for a bit and you saw the flash of worry move through his eyes, “and, uh…” His hand dropped, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Hey…” your hand pressed against his chest gently, grounding him, “this stays between us, I know. The only person I’ll mention anything to is Terry. Scouts honour.”

“No dirty details? Please. I don’t want him to get weirded out or think I’m some creep.”

“Cross my heart.” You made the motion over his, pressing a kiss to his chest, “I’ll just let him know we want to move things forward in the future, no specific timeline, just that you’re into it and want to explore some uncharted territory.”

“Thank you.” He picked up your hand, lips brushing over your knuckles.

“Drive safe.”

With one last kiss to your cheek, Joe was gone from your apartment and you locked the door behind him, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction as you moved through the space. You put away the minuscule amount of clean dishes in the drying rack, turned off the lights in the kitchen and moved into the living room. You closed and latched the windows, casting one more glance through the space before a flash of light caught your eye and you realized it was your phone, screen lighting up with Terry’s name.

“Hey.” You answered, “what’s up?”

“It’s late, hadn’t heard a peep from you, got worried.”

You chuckled, “more like you were bored and a little jealous.” You flicked off the light, padding down the hallway toward the bedroom, “and I couldn’t call, my mouth was full.”

“Oh really?” There was a smile in his voice you could hear.

“Yup.”

“And?”

“My intuition was right. Progress was made.”

“Sounds like you’re talking about a case sweetheart. How about you actually tell me?”

“How about take out and drinks tomorrow? We’re both off.”

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours. And you’re buying, moneybags.”

He chuckled into the phone, “sure. But you could always come over now, I could show you how many more times I can make you come.”

“I’m getting in the shower.”

“Wish I was there. You gonna think about me while you’re naked and wet?”

“Goodnight Terrance.”

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Jesus Fucking Christ

Down Bad Ch 2

Joe Velasco x fem!reader x Terry Bruno Warnings: language, smut, oral, fingering, blow job, cock rings, teasing, edging, dom!reader x sub!joe, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, minor choking, i think that's it? 5.3k of straight up porn. sorry not sorry

The apartment was dark, there was no need for overhead lighting, the bedroom washed in a warm glow from the tree lamp in the corner, strings of soft light extending along the corners of the ceiling. Terry was in the chair in the corner, chilled glass of whiskey in his hand that he was sipping on, he’d gone through various stages of undress while watching the two of you, currently down to his briefs, palming himself through the fabric with his free hand.

More importantly, Joe had his face buried between your legs, mouth lapping at your drenched cunt like it was the last thing he would ever do on earth. Your legs were spread wide, knees bent to give him as much access as you could, your fingers twisting in his hair, tugging harder with each moan he brought from you. His dick was hard, pulsing between his body and the bed, a cock ring applying the perfect amount of pressure at the base. His tongue swept through your folds incredibly slow and you shuddered, a silent moan lost on your lips when he wrapped his around your clit.

“Oh fuck, right there.” Your hand clenched at his head, urging him to not move, “don’t fucking stop baby.”

Joe latched on, teeth scraping the sensitive nub just the tiniest bit, the way he knew you liked before his tongue was tracing patterns around it, flicking it, suctioning his mouth around it.

“God that feels good.” Your head was thrown back into the pillows as he continued to toy with your body, “you know just what I like.”

Your nails scratched at his scalp and he picked it up a notch, sucking hard on your clit while slipping two fingers into your pussy. You almost instantly squeezed around him and he groaned against your skin, moving his wrist in time with his mouth, relishing in the way you immediately starting rolling your hips up to the motion in the same rhythm. You were lost to each other, only focused on the feeling of his mouth on your cunt, the taste of your juices in his mouth, how hot your skin was on the other’s. His eyes shut, completely focused on his task, he’d have plenty of time to watch you come undone, right now he wanted to be drowned in your essence. His fingers spun inside you, your hips jolting off the bed while you gasped, he curled them, dragging across your upper wall until he found the spot.

“Fuck!” Your hands pushed on his head, doing exactly as you’d promised, shoving him impossibly close to you, making sure he wasn’t moving from between your legs until you were done with him, no matter what the cost. “You’re so fucking good at that.” He groaned into your body at the praise, fingers moving faster, pressing against your g-spot harder and harder until your thighs began to shake. “Oh shit, Joe!”

His name spilled off your lips as your back arched off the bed, your thighs squeezing against his body, trapping him between your legs as your cum dribbled down his wrist. His fingers slipped from you, giving you a little bit of a reprieve as you panted, your legs still shaky as your hand caressed the back of his head, thumb swiping across the bit of cheek you could reach. He pressed a kiss to your clit before his mouth was back between your legs, eagerly lapping up your release, open mouth, messy kisses straight to your pussy.

“That’s so good baby.” You cooed, “making me come so hard, good boy.”

Joe’s entire body stiffened and he whined, heavily right into your cunt, his eyes shot open, bright and full of need pouring straight into yours. His hips instinctively ground into the mattress in a weak attempt to relieve some of the pain in his dick, to get some kind of friction that just might make him feel good. His mouth remained on you, determined to keep going and over in the corner Terry laughed,

“I think he might’ve liked that.”

Your head rolled to look at the other man, “I think so.” You turned back to Joe, your breath hitching in your throat when his nose bumped against your clit, your fingers scratched at his head and he whined again, “keep whining like that and you won’t just be our pretty boy, we’ll have to start calling you our good little puppy.” This time fire flashed through Joe’s eyes and he growled against your pussy, tongue suddenly surging back into you with gusto, a renewed energy firing through his body as his ministrations shifted from slow and lazy to feverish.

“Shit.” Terry grinned at the reaction, hand slipping into his briefs to wrap around his cock, “didn’t realize he was that into this.”

“Fuck, okay!” Your fingers tangled into his hair, yanking his face from between your legs and he groaned, “good job baby, you can stop.”

He dropped back onto his knees, panting enough that his chest was nearly heaving. Your wetness was smeared across the bottom of his face and his lips were slick, puffy and swollen, a sheen of sweat coating his body.

“I can fuck you now?” He asked, nearly giving you puppy dog eyes, even glancing quickly over to Bruno before looking back at you, “I was good. Please, I need your fucking pussy.”

You laughed, shifting on the bed and he took that for a yes, diving toward you, catching your leg, hooking it over his shoulder. You yelped playfully, a laugh still on your lips as you wrapped that leg around his waist and flipped him on the bed so you were straddling his stomach.

“Down boy!” You held a finger up to his face when he tried to sit up to get you lower and with another pout he sunk back into the mattress. “That’s it…” your hand slid up his chest, slowing as you reached his collarbone, watching as his eyes got even darker you slid it higher, wrapping around his throat, “that’s my good boy.” You felt his body shudder underneath you, “colour?” You asked, the tips of your fingers pressing ever so lightly.

“Green.” He grunted, “so fucking green.”

“That’s what I thought.” Sitting up on your knees you shuffled backwards until his cock was directly under your dripping pussy. “You better not pull something like that again,” with your hand still on his throat you began to rock your hips, dragging the underside of his cock through your folds, “don’t forget who’s in charge tonight.”

“I know.” He groaned, unable to control his hips, rocking them up against your warmth. You clicked your tongue, hand tightening around his throat.

“Say it.”

“You, mi reina, you.”

“That’s better.” You ground down harder on him, softening your grip on his throat.

“Fucking Christ.” Terry’s husked voice broke into your thoughts, the pop of a lube bottle echoing through the room and you looked over to find him now completely naked, stroking his hard cock. “You need to do this more often.”

“You like it when I’m bossy?” You asked with a teasing giggle, continuing to rock against Joe who was beginning to tremble under you.

“Fucking hot as all hell.”

“Querida please!” Joe’s hand wrapped around your wrist, though only to regain your attention, the moment you pulled away from his throat he shoved it right back on.

“What?” You asked with a smirk, pressing yourself harder onto him, his cock and lower stomach slick with your wetness, “you wanted my pussy…” you did an exaggerated roll, going incredibly slow this time, “this is my pussy.”

“God you’re mean.” Was the next comment coming from the chair and you chuckled, not looking away from Joe.

“You know what I meant.” He moaned, his hips twitching with each time you rolled yours, “’m gon—fuck—come if you keep doing that.”

“Well we can’t have that now, can we?” You rolled your hips slower, more intently twice more and Joe let out a strangled cry… just as you sat up and he let out a low breath, dropping his head down into the pillows. “You were the one who asked for the edging, remember baby?” Swinging your leg around, you settled beside his hips on the bed, your finger tips tracing the lines of his abdomen with a feather light touch, “what kind of a person would I be if I let you come already?”

One hand braced on either side of him you leant over, capturing his lips in a breathless kiss. Joe felt the fire starting to calm through his veins, a sense of relief starting to flow through him. Reaching up his hand slid up your spine, gently tangling into your hair and he moaned softly into the kiss. It was soft, lazy, you were letting him recover, to give yourself more time to torture him again, though he hadn’t realized it. He’d almost forgotten about how ranging hard he was until your hand suddenly wrapped around it, pumping it a few times and he groaned into the kiss.

“Still green?” You asked, lips brushing against the column of his throat and he nodded.

“Still very green.”

“Good.” You gently bit the crook of his neck before positioning yourself perpendicular to his body. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and he hissed, falling back into the pillows. A small moan left Terry’s mouth and you caught his gaze, watching him stroke himself before shooting him a wink as you leant over, wrapping your lips around Joe’s cock.

“Shit, baby.” Joe’s hands were instantly in your hair, gathering it between his fingers into a makeshift bun to help you keep it out of the way but mainly to have something to grip onto, hopefully something to tug on if he needed you to stop.

He couldn’t remember a night that he’d ever felt like this before and it was so much better than he ever could have imagined. True, he was almost as painfully hard as he had been when he woke up that morning, but at least this time he was getting relief that definitely outranked his hand. He was so used to being the one in control, or at least having to fall into that role, he didn’t really date, didn’t do much long term and girls usually expected him to be in charge thanks to his masculinity, his job, his physique. He’d always focused on his partner coming, making sure to pull at least two orgasms from her before he let the attention shift to him and by then they were usually so riled up and ready to go that it was time to fuck. He certainly wasn’t complaining about it, he got off on getting the girl off, he absolutely loved eating pussy, the foreplay of fingering, feeling her get wetter and wetter, seeing just how hot he could get her before sliding into her.

He just wasn’t used to the other side of it, having all the attention in the room on him was new, it was exciting, totally intoxicating and he knew this definitely wasn’t going to be the last time. His head rolled over to the side, groaning when his cock hit the back of your throat, his gaze landing on Terry and Joe felt his cock throb in your mouth at the sight. Terry was leaned back in the chair, his legs spread wide, cock heavy in his hand as he stroked it, his hand squeezing tighter sporadically and it was in perfect rhythm with how you were sucking Joe. His lips were parted slightly, breath heavily passing through them, his eyes mainly focused on where the other man’s cock disappeared into your mouth, your tits swaying on the other side. Joe suddenly let out a moan and Terry’s eyes flicked towards his, a huff of a laugh coming through his lips before they curved up into a smirk, the same feisty look in his eyes as back at the bar. Joe felt a surge of heat move through him, a blush creeping its way onto his cheeks but he didn’t dare look away, his eyes only flicking from blue eyes down to Terry’s cock and he didn’t even realize the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips. You suddenly hollowed your cheeks around him and Joe swore, his eyes scrunching shut as his hips shot off the bed,

“Fuck, princess.” His hand reached out, sliding down your back, groping at the curve of your ass before sneaking in between your legs. Two fingers swiped through your folds and he was unsurprised to find you still soaked, he knew how much you loved giving head, and being watched. He sunk two in easily and after one pump added a third. Your hips rocked back to the touch as your head bobbed on his cock for only a second as you moaned, sending vibrations through Joe. Any other night you would have let it slide, but you knew just how quick you’d lose your focus on the game at hand. You popped off his dick, your hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling his fingers from you.

“I know you’re trying to be a good boy Jose,” you let his hand drop to the bed while yours continued to stroke him, “but you don’t have permission to touch right now.”

“Fuck…” Terry groaned, feeling his own dick pulse.

“So be good and keep your hands to yourself, or I’m gonna have to tie them back.”

“Yes, mi reina.” Joe’s voice was strained, breathless, his chest tight as he dropped his hands to the bed. Your hand squeezed around him perfectly and god were you ever so fuckin pretty jerking him off. He was suddenly itching to play with your tits, roll your nipples between his fingers, get you moaning until you came again. When you wrapped your hair around your hand, slipping an elastic from your wrist into it, he knew his rule of not touching meant absolutely no touching and his hands began to grip into your bedspread.

Your tongue snuck out, licking a broad stripe from his balls to the tip, swirling around the head of his cock, eagerly sucking up the pre-cum leaking out before your lips wrapped around him again and you sunk down inch by inch. Your tongue tracing patterns down his shaft, you could hear how strained his breathing was, his words coming out only in pants. Your hand was braced on his thigh which kept tensing, tremoring beneath your fingers while you took him into the back of your throat. Your free hand came up, playing with his balls, rolling them between your fingers, gently squeezing and suddenly you’d swapped your mouth and your hand, sucking his balls into your mouth while you stroked up and down his cock.

“Fuck….” He groaned, fingers clawing at the sheets, “god baby… I’m so fucking close.”

His words urged you on and you traced patterns with your tongue, moaning and groaning around his balls, sending shockwaves through his entire body. You felt them twitch in your mouth, your hand feeling his cock throb and you instantly pulled off, your touch leaving his body entirely.

“Oh come on.” He groaned, running a hand over his face. He shivered as his heated skin started to chill, though his pulse didn’t come down much, he was more than well aware of the two sets of eyes on him.

“You’re doing so good Jose.” You purred, your hand running up his chest, “taking it so well.” Your fingers softly pinched one of his nipples and he hissed, “but you know better, you don’t get to come yet, not until after you’re in my pussy.”

Leaning over you licked a long strip up the middle of his chest before sucking his nipple into your mouth and he had to do everything not to touch you.

“Give him more credit than that.” Terry chuckled, lazily stroking himself, “you’re not exactly making it easy for him.”

You shot him a glare before your tongue flicked at Joe’s nipple and you blew a stream of cool air over it, watching the way his body tensed, “you know what? No more comments from the peanut gallery.” Terry raised both his hands up in surrender, watching as you reangled yourself back to Joe’s dick, sinking it back into your mouth.

Joe’s hands curled into fists as you began to repeat your process, alternating between sucking his cock and balls, squeezing the cock ring around him, using your hands wherever you could to drive him wild. You brought him right to the edge another three times and when you finally let go of his dick the third time you couldn’t help the cocky laugh that escaped your lips. Long gone were the retorts, any attitude had been teased away, he was putty in your hands, even weaker when your mouth was on him. His entire body was coated in sweat, the tendrils of his hair curled, stuck to his forehead and his cock was absolutely throbbing.

You’d never heard him whine this much and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on even more, you were honestly surprised you hadn’t made a mess of the sheets between your legs. If you’d at least let him finger you, or tried to convince Terry to you knew it would’ve happened. But one look at Terry and you knew despite you ‘being in control’ tonight, he still held the highest rank, and he was here to watch until everything was nearly finished. On the sidelines until Joe had experienced what it was really like to completely and utterly relinquish control for a night.

“Please…” Joe whined, a hand unable to stay away, palming at his aching cock, “please baby, I need your pussy, need you to fuck me.”

“Oh Jose…” you cooed, “you need it?” You sat up on your knees, your hands beginning to roam your body, a soft moan leaving your lips as you cupped your chest, rolling your nipples between your fingers.

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, a hand daring to reach out, simply wrapping around your thigh.

You didn’t scold him or swat it away, rather your own hand sunk down your body and between your legs, two fingers rubbing gently at your clit before moving lower and sinking into your cunt.

“Mmm. Fuck….” Your head rolled back, bouncing on your fingers a couple of times, “should I fuck you, or should I just get myself off and make you watch.” Your eyes opened, meeting his with a smirk, “over…and over again.”

Joe let out the loudest whine of the night, his fingers digging into your skin, “please! Fuck mi reina, I need you. Need to feel my cock buried in that perfect fucking cunt.”

“The kid looks like he’s about to cry.” Terry’s voice broke through the room for the first time in nearly an hour and you raised a brow in his direction. His head tilted at you and you rolled your eyes at him, your hands resting on Joe’s waist as you threw your leg back over his body.

You leant over him, hands sliding up his torso before you cupped his face and his hands quickly wrapped around your wrists, his entire body on fire at whatever touch you gave him. He suddenly didn’t need to have his fingers buried in your pussy; he felt electricity shooting through him from simply touching your arms. Your lips brushed against his, featherlight, gentle, almost in an apology for teasing him for so long.

“You’re such a good boy Jose.” Your voice was just above a whisper, your breath hot on his skin as you spoke, “my perfect good little pup.” He whined against your lips, his grip on your wrists tightening as he held you close, not wanting to give up on whatever breathless kisses he could get.

“Please…”

“Good boy.”

Your hand slunk between your bodies, lining his cock up before rocking your hips back and sinking down onto it. You let out a soft moan at just how easily he slid into you, he was harder than you’d ever felt, and he was definitely unable to keep from roughly thrusting up, a gasp coming from the back of your throat when he did.

“Sorry.” He grimaced, worried that he might have hurt you, “fuck...me…” It wasn’t an ask, or even a plead, just an admission on how fucking good it felt to finally be inside you.

You laughed softly, pressing kisses to the side of his neck, “it’s okay baby.” You squeezed around him, “that feel good?”

“God yes.”

You pulled yourself from the crook of his neck, sitting up right on your knees, letting Joe’s cock pull out of you until just the tip was left. He whined again, his hands finding your waist, gripping tightly but just resting, not daring to try to take control and move you. You sunk down slowly, a whimper leaving your lips at the sensation of finally being so incredibly full.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Apparently your silencing of Terry only lasted as long as he wanted it to.

You slowly set a rhythm, bouncing in Joe’s lap, your hands roamed your body, groping at your chest, pinching your nipples. Each bounce of your body you could feel every ridge of his cock, the head brushing past your g-spot and you were so close to feeling like absolute heaven. His hands fell from your waist to your thighs, finger tips digging into your skin as his thumbs naturally turned inward, keeping your thighs spread as you rode him so he could watch his cock disappearing into you.

“Christ querida.” He muttered, “my cock’s soaked.”

“Mmmph.” You moaned, tugging your lower lip in between your teeth, “fuck Joe, you fuck me so well. Love this cock.” You picked up the pace, bouncing faster in his lap, grinding your hips down as often as you could. One of Joe’s hands twitched, thumb brushing the apex between your legs and it was your turn to whimper, “touch me. Now.”

He didn’t waste a second, launching upwards, a sturdy arm wrapping around your back to steady you, his mouth pulling one of your tits into it. His other hand instantly sunk between your legs, furiously rubbing at your clit and it was almost immediate that you were pulsing around him. He was able to drive up into you, harder and faster, aching to feel you come on his cock.

“Oh god, fuck that’s it.” You panted, your head dropping back as your eyes fluttered shut, “fuck.” You whimpered when his cock hit a spot inside you that you didn’t expect, “you’re so good…s—so good.” Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, “make me come baby. Uh—fu-ck. Be a good boy and make me squirt on your cock.”

Joe groaned loudly, the sound muffled by your chest as he continued to toy with your body and you felt his dick throb.

“Faster baby,” You panted and the hand between your legs sped up, increasing pressure until you were squeezing so tight around him he knew you were incredibly close. His teeth sunk into your skin, tongue flicking at your nipple and you were done for, fireworks bursting through your body as you cried out, your body stilling above his. “Fucking hell.”

“I’ll say.” Terry grunted from the chair, his hand moving faster on his dick, squeezing harder, his gaze not moving a fraction of an inch from the two of you.

Your hands moved from his shoulders, one cupping his cheek as you rocked in his lap, kissing him gently, “so good baby. So fucking good for me.” You felt him twitch inside you again and he squeezed his eyes shut, the coil within him about to burst.

“Shit...” He moaned.

“No.” Your voice hardened.

A second later and he was somehow slightly winded. Joe was on his back on the bed, his cock twitching in the cold air of the room instead of inside you, one of your hands was on his collarbone, the other had pinned his hands above his head. He let out a very needy whine, shooting an overdramatic pout in your direction.

“But—”

“Not yet.” Your hand slid up his neck, squeezing around his throat, “colour.”

“Green.”

“Good boy.”

He groaned when his cock pulsed at your words again, he never thought they would continue to have such an affect on him but as things turned out, he was constantly learning new things about himself. Terry let out a low swear, having seen the way Joe’s cock swayed. You shifted back, grinding your wet pussy up and down it while your hand remained on his throat.

“You want to come now Jose?”

“Yes.”

“Ask for it.” Your hips rocked harder.

“Please!” He whined, body tensing beneath you, “please mi reina, I need to come.” He felt like he was about to burst out of his skin, he could feel the pre-cum dripping down the side of his cock, smearing together with your wetness. The fire in his gut was burning higher every time your hand even flexed against his throat, he wasn’t even sure what would happen if you pressed hard enough to actually do something.

“That’s my good pup.”

Before he could even react, you’d slipped his cock back into your pussy, quickly rocking your hips back and forth while your body relaxed over his. Your knees braced on the bed, one hand on his chest while the other stayed on his neck and that new sensation was bringing him to his peak far faster than he’d ever experienced. Your pussy fluttered and then you squeezed around him.

“Oh fuck!” His body began to shudder, his cock pulsing inside you and when you squeezed your hand around his throat even harder he let out the loudest moan of the night, his hips shooting off the bed, slamming into you and you couldn’t help the cry that left the back of your throat. You felt his cum spurt into you as your body stilled over his, cock twitching as he emptied himself entirely.

A hand slid up your back, slinking into your hair and he tugged you even closer to him, panting into the crook of your neck. Your walls fluttered around him a few more times as his dick began to soften inside you,

“Jesus Christ….” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You sat up, slipping him out of you as your hands rubbed up and down his chest, “you okay?”

“Fucking… yeah. Wow.” He was practically slurring, barely able to open his eyes, more relaxed and spent than he’d been in years.

“Good.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, swinging your leg off him and you barely made it onto your back before you let out a quiet shriek. Terry’s hand circling around your ankle, yanking you to the edge of the bed, his eyes on Joe at first.

“You’re good?”

“Yeah.” The other man nodded, slowly catching his breath.

“So I can borrow this little one for a bit?” He fisted his cock in his hand, running the tip through your wetness and you let out a groan. He grinned when Joe’s eyes flew open, his head turning to the side of the bed, nodding as he watched Terry sink into you. There was no holding back, he set a relentless pace, hips slamming into yours as he chased his own release.

“Fuck Terry!” You groaned, groping at the bedspread until Joe’s hand caught one of yours, letting you squeeze as hard as you could as your pussy clenched around the other man’s cock.

“Fuck are you ever dripping.” He grunted, “you really liked this huh? Like being such a tease?” He spanked your clit and you yelped, squeezing Joe’s hand harder, “should’ve known.”

“God you’re so deep.” You moaned, your eyes starting to roll back in your head. You hadn’t thought you were going to come again but suddenly someone’s fingers were playing with your clit, a warm sensation around one of your tits and when you opened your eyes Joe had come back to life to toy with your body once more.

“That’s it.” Terry urged, “wanna feel this fuckin’ pussy come around my cock. You’ve got one left you in, I know it.”

He slammed into you again, his hands gripping into your waist and your hands dug into Joe’s skin, pussy clenching down around him. Terry felt your juices dribbling out, drenching his cock as you saw stars once again, your body nearly going limp as he continued to thrust into you. He looked up to Joe, who was pressing soft kisses into your skin,

“Where do you think I should come? Fill the slut up with yours?”

“Her mouth.” He replied with a groan, dropping into the pillows, “at least one of us should get to.”

Terry pulled out and you practically toppled off the bed to get into position on your knees, your tongue out and mouth wide as he stroked himself with vigour until he was at his peak, letting out a loud groan. Cum painting your tongue and filling your mouth as he squeezed every last drop into you before you wrapped your lips around him, sucking to make sure you got it all, licking your juices off his cock before popping off. You opened your mouth once more for him to see and he cupped the side of your face.

“Good girl.” He nodded. You swallowed as his hands took yours, helping you to your feet and he kissed you deeply, hands stroking up and down your sides. A finger curled under your chin, raising your eyes to his and he surveyed you for a minute, “you okay?” You nodded, “good.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “you both okay?”

“Yes.” You replied, dropping back onto your bed and Joe grunted with a nod, earning a slap on the side of his thigh from you, “words.”

“Yes. Spectacular.” He muttered, kicking up the sheet and rolling onto his stomach, dragging you with him when he did so, keeping you on your back as he dropped onto your chest, arms wrapping around you.

Your hands ghosted up and down his back, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as you murmured a few more praises to him, but you could tell between his dead weight and shallow breaths that he was only seconds away from being asleep. When you looked up to Terry, he was tugging his shirt over his head, glancing down to you when he was finished dressing.

“I’ve got to work at eight, are you two okay if I dine and dash?”

You nearly snorted at his comment, “you didn’t exactly eat.” You chastised, “but yeah, we’re both off tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’ll see you Monday?”

“Yeah.”

He leant over the bed, squeezing Joe’s shoulder and leaving a quick kiss on your cheek, only making it to the door before you called out for him.

“Ter!”

“Yeah?” He turned back and you gestured to the unmovable muscle dead to the world on top of you.

“Can you grab us a couple bottles of water.”

“Yeah.” He laughed softly, turning back through the door way.

“And an—”

“Uncrustable, I know, I’m already on it.”

He returned a few moments later, placing your preferred post sex snack on the nightstand, along with the waters. While you took a sip he took a moment, scooping up your discarded clothing, tossing it into your hamper, collecting Joe’s to leave in the chair he’d been sitting in before making sure your phones were both plugged in. He picked up his jacket, making sure he had everything before crossing the room again.

“Hey…” your voice was soft and he turned back, watching you softly scratch Joe’s heed.

“Mmhm?”

“You gonna call that guy?”

A puff of air escaped his mouth before the corner of his lips turned up, glancing between exhausted, sleeping Joe and you, “not anymore.”

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Down Bad Ch 1

Joe Velasco x fem!reader x Terry Bruno Warnings: language, alcohol, masturbation, previous smut/sex dreams described, including cock sucking, face sitting, titty fucking, cum play, obvious threesomes and probably something else I'm forgetting about. Dirty talk, flirting, the starting of a sexuality crisis. -We finally here. This will be ch 1, I'll do a masterlist post for the series in a second, where there will be a full blurb and more info. To be added to the taglist, just reply to this post! <3

Joe woke up with one thing on his mind, dealing with his painfully hard cock, distant memories or new found ideas that had come to him in his dreams floating around through his mind. He could vividly picture you on your knees in front of him, drooling around his cock, another flash of pleasure and he was pounding into you from behind, sopping sounds coming from your pussy. Another flash and you were on your back spread wide open for Terry to pound into while Joe stroked himself, watching the other man’s cock disappear into your cunt.

Groaning, he sat up on the side of the bed, picking up his phone to check the time, he was glad he had the day off, but bummed to find it was only ten thirty. There were at least six and a half hours before you were done your shift and he would be able to fuck you, and he certainly wasn’t planning to stop after a mere one round. With a frustrated huff, he pushed off the bed, hand already palming at himself as he walked into the bathroom, jerking himself off in the shower would have to do. It wasn’t like he was limited in fantasy options to choose from, there had been plenty of nights since the first one in the hotel, he would just cycle through them until his cock was spurting cum and he could finally get on with his day.

None of you had really expected it, an impromptu threesome brought on by raucous hotel neighbours, boredom and pent-up energy and frustrations of a long week at a conference. Once the first round was done, the boys had done well on their promise to make sure you barely had a voice by the next morning, dazed head, wobbly legs, thoroughly fucked. The three of you had all expected what happened in Sacramento to stay in Sacramento but it only took two and a half weeks being back in the city before you were out for drinks complaining about how shitty the dating scene was. How it was seemingly impossible to even find a decent hook up, whenever an opportunity presented itself, there was always multiple turn offs. A round of tequila shots and someone was bringing up how it had happened so easily in California, why couldn’t it be that easy here.

Then the question was raised; why not just bring the ease of Sacramento to New York? You all got along, you were all already being incredibly professional about the entire thing, it wasn’t affecting your work or lives negatively. What was some casual sex between coworkers? If anything it would improve workplace moral, the three of you satisfied, destressed and ready to take on the day. Once any qualms were addressed, bills were paid and you were disappearing back to your place to blow off some steam. You laid down the ground rules that night while sharing some post coital pizza and beer, this was an opt out whenever you wanted situation, anyone could pull the pin at any time. Flirting with other people, getting phone numbers, even going on a date or two was totally fine, you weren’t going to hold each other back from finding the potential one. However on the chance that sex was had with someone other than you three, a clean bill of health was mandatory before resuming full activities. It didn’t need to be a menage a trois every time, sometimes someone might just watch, not feeling up to participating (and honestly, sometimes those nights were even hotter), sometimes only two of you were around and that was perfectly fine too.

Terry remembers the night he decided to go straight home from work instead of out for drinks, his phone going off around one in the morning with photos of Joe’s cock pressed between your tits, your stomach painted with his cum, Joe’s face buried between your legs. He practically dragged you out of the bar two nights later, saying that if you wanted to show off so much, you could spend the entire night showing both of them how you liked to touch yourself. He made you work through basically your entire toy collection and when you finally thought you were finished he got you on your knees and they took turns fucking your face until they came down your throat.

Yes, it was safe to say Joe had his fair share of images to pick from as he turned on the water and stepped into the shower. His mind started out on that night, watching how you started off all cocky and confident, putting on a literal show for the two men. You started stripping out of your clothing the second you’d gotten in your door, leaving a trail down the entire hallway, twirling in your lingerie before peeling it from your body.

He let out a groan as he turned his back to the stream of water, letting it wash down his body as he reached for the body lotion, coating his hand, wrapping it around his cock. Squeezing gently Joe began to stroke himself, he could remember just how fucking hot you’d looked sliding dildos in and out of your pussy and his dick twitched in his hand. His eyes shut, letting out a moan at the memories floating through his brain, no matter how cocky you’d started off it was clear by the fourth toy that you were going to be a fucking mess. That was how he felt right now, pent up, unsure if he was going to be able to get through the day, he needed to be buried inside your cunt and he needed it now. He’d never really understood the way girls in his past had begged for his cock, always thinking that it was a version of dirty talk, foreplay, making their partners feel better about themselves to get fucked better. But right now, with the shower water cascading over him and his cock heavy and absolutely throbbing in his hand, he finally got it.

His hand would barely be enough, it wasn’t even comparable to your pussy after he’d eaten you out, puffy, drenched, warm and fitting him like a glove. The way you’d whimper, squeezing around him when he drove into you, deeper and harder with each thrust. He gasped, his free hand suddenly coming up to brace on the shower wall, a new naughty thought coming into his vision. He wanted you on top, wanted to watch you ride him, your tits bouncing as you threw your head back, moaning his name. He picked up the pace he was fucking into his hand, squeezing a little harder with each thrust, pretending he could feel you pussy clenching around him. He wanted you to pin him down, maybe even tie his hands up, have your way with him until he was as messy and begging as you’d been that night, your ankles tied to your bedposts as Terry told you ‘no’ that you still had three more toys to get through before you’d get to touch a cock. They’d been tormenting you extra since toy number five, stripping down and lazily masturbating in front of you. Joe remembered the first tear that broke free from your eye, trailing over your cheek until he caught it with his thumb, wiping it away and taunting you further. He was certain this was his payback for that, he wouldn’t be satisfied until your pussy took him for all he had, until he was sure he couldn’t come even just one more time.

The vision of you getting off on his cock, juices squirting down onto his lap and then leaving him high and dry, cock throbbing while you climbed off the bed with a smirk on your lips came into his mind, a new fantasy to tuck away for later. His hand flexed against the shower wall and he began to pant, thinking of you using that big hot-pink cock to fuck your pretty pussy while he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, watching you come over and over until it was too much to bear and he felt like a teenager, cum spurting from his cock all over his stomach.

“Fuck!” A string of swears left his lips, his body seizing as his orgasm hit, his mouth falling open as he squeezed every last drop from himself, watching it swirl with the water down the drain. “Christ…”

Breathing heavily, he turned back to face the stream, splashing the water across his face, doing a quick once over to wash his body. As he was rinsing the soap from his skin the dream started to come back to him, hands pinning his wrists to the bed, a hand sliding up his torso, settling gently around his neck, squeezing when he asked for more and his eyes started to roll back in his head.

“Shit.” He muttered, his dick already twitching at the foggy images returning to his memories. With a grumble he switched off the water, jumping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around himself. He picked up his phone to check the time, it was barely eleven. Six hours until he could get his hands on you.

If he was going to make it, he had to get his mind off this fucking dream, and he had to be fully focused on something else. Without much of second thought he moved back to the bedroom, yanking on gym clothes and grabbing his air pods, a nice long workout would help burn off all this extra pent up energy, right?

*

Four and a half hours later Joe had spent two hours at the gym, taken a huge detour on the way home on his bike, had another lengthy shower, cooked and ate his lunch and done all his meal prepping for the rest of the week. He dropped down onto the couch, a long sigh escaping his lips as he ran a hand over his face. His eyes flicked between the coffee table, a case file he’d been working on, the book he was currently reading and up to the television, trying to figure out what to do next. He fiddled with his phone, there was only an hour and a half left until you would be punching out and he opened the group chat the three of you had, wondering if it would come off too desperate if he texted to make plans before the metaphorical bell even rang.

Unfortunately, opening that chat was a terrible idea.

He didn’t even have to scroll up to see the bottom of the last picture array exchanged. You’d made second grade detective and Terry had handed over his credit card for a shopping trip as a reward. So there you were, posed in various lingerie sets, the pictures getting more and more provocative as they went on. Lace and leather slowly disappearing, a new toy making an appearance until there was an audio clip of you using one, your whimpers and moans echoing through the phone.

An uncharacteristic whine left his lips as he replayed the audio, his dick twitching in his pants before he threw the phone down. No. If he masturbated again he would want to shower for a third time today and he really didn’t want that. He let out a growl, tossing his phone across the couch so he could walk away from it, the sink was full of dishes, maybe he could drag that out for an hour.

His phone pinged forty-five minutes later and he felt his heart leap into his throat despite the fact that there was a high chance this wasn’t what he wanted. Wandering from the kitchen to retrieve the device, now somehow wedged between the couch cushions he found exactly what he wanted, a text from you.

‘Jfc I hated today. Wanna meet at Boiler Room around eight? Grace talked me into a spin class and I’ll undoubtedly need to shower after that.’

He debated telling you he didn’t give a fuck if you showered, he was just going to get you even sweatier and more exhausted than a spin class could even dream of. That he just wanted you here. Now. Fuck the class, he’d be your workout. Instead he shook his head, while you did enjoy someone else being in control you’d made it clear that was for the bedroom only, you didn’t need some ‘asshat, alpha male who thinks he’s hot shit telling you how to make every decision in your life. That shit was only acceptable in books and even then it was pushing it’. (Your words, not his). So his fingers danced across the keyboard, typing his response out faster than he’d expected.

‘I’ve been bored out of my mind, that sounds perfect.’

*

Joe had been to The Boiler Room a small handful of times before, mainly with you and Terry, it was sandwiched between a Dim Sum restaurant and a taco place that he liked in Lower Manhattan. It was smaller than he remembered, the tiny entrance hall opening directly into one room, high and low top tables scattered throughout, a pool table at the back, crowded with people. His gaze swept to the left, across all the bar seats, quickly finding you at a high top table near the dark window, your head tilting in his direction when you saw him. A knowing grin quickly took over his features and you recognized the dark look in his eyes even from so far away, your body beginning to tingle as he made his way over to you.

“Hey.” You barely had time to greet him before Joe’s arm was around your waist, yanking you off the stool and his lips met yours in a fiery kiss. Your body molded against his, arms wrapping around his shoulders as his tongue sank into your mouth. One of his hands groped at your ass, grinding you against him and you could feel his cock, half hard in his pants. “Well that was one hell of a hello.” You greeted, small smile on your cheeks.

“Baby, I’ve been waiting to see you all fuckin’ day.” He growled into your ear, hand still on your ass while his mouth lingered on your neck.

“Ohohoho…” You chuckled, your hands resting on his hips as the two of you shuffled your feet, Joe now positioned against the table with your back to the rest of the bar, “was pretty boy suffering and all lonely on his day off without us?”

“More like absolutely distracted by the thought of you on your knees.” His mouth moved up your neck, pressing kisses into it, “couldn’t stop thinking about you stuffing that pretty pussy with all those toys when we both know my cock feels so much fuckin’ better.”

“Is that so?” You smirked, your hands sneaking under his t-shirt, nails tickling at his bare skin.

“Want you to ride me baby,” his tongue made a long trail down your neck, teeth nibbling at the crook of your neck before making his way back up, “use me to get off as many times as you’d like.”

“Fuck…” you groaned, “you really are the needy one tonight. Here I was thinking we’d all just have some drinks to blow off some steam.”

“We?” He asked, rolling his hips against you again, relishing in the soft groan that left your lips.

“Yeah.” You murmured, “Terry’s at the pool table.”

Mouth still connected to your neck Joe’s eyes flicked up, looking across the bar where he instantly found the other man. Bruno was finishing up a game, a grin on his lips, a mischievous look in his eye as he talked to his opponent. Their phones were out, and in a flash second Joe realized Terry wasn’t holding his own phone, a moment later the devices were swapped back between the two men. Joe’s teeth sunk into your neck and you whimpered, shivering in his arms. It was then that Terry sensed the attention on him, his gaze shooting up to the show going on across the bar and the moment those blue eyes hit Velasco, the realization was doused over him.

Joe nearly tensed in your arms, the images coming back to him, the dream hadn’t been you riding him, it wasn’t you pinning him down to the bed, and it definitely wasn’t your hand around his neck. The cloudiness of the visions were gone now, the full image of Terry being the one on top of him, telling him how well he was doing was explicitly clear in his mind. It was the other man’s hands stroking his cock; his mouth wrapped around him while he worked him up until he was sure Joe could take his cock. You weren’t the one touching him, you were off to the side using another one of your toys until Terry prompted you to sit on Joe’s face while he got fucked.

His mouth left the crook of your neck, his gaze latched onto Terry’s and the excitement hadn’t left his body at his realization. His dick was still half hard in his pants as more pieces of the dream came back to him and rather than feeling shame, he felt totally enthralled. Terry winked at him from across the bar and his fingers dug into your hips, he was more than well aware you were still there, locked in his arms, he still very much wanted you to be a part of this, his thought process just might need some more work.

“What?” You asked with a small laugh, glancing over your shoulder to catch the moment Terry finally tore his gaze off the two of you and back to the man he was flirting with.

“I think he just got that guy’s number.”

“So?” You raised a brow, “we laid down the ground rules, he’ll play by them.”

“But it’s Bruno.” Joe’s brow furrowed in that oh so adorable way and you laughed softly, your hands squeezing at his side to regain his attention.

“Terry’s bi. He’s gonna hit on whoever he wants.”

“Wait, what?” Joe’s attention was suddenly fully directed at you.

“Bi.” You stated, “bisexual? Like me, like Grace? You’re surrounded by it pretty boy I thought you would’ve picked up on it by now, I mean we are inside a gay bar right now.”

He glanced around, noting the pride flag on the back wall before his eyes came back to your face, “you and Grace, that’s normal though, I mean, girls make out with their friends and experiment all the time.”

“We do a whole lot more than that, and so do boys.” Your hands trailed up his arms, squeezing his shoulders, “both Terry and I have had boyfriends and girlfriends. He likes sucking dick and god do I ever love eating pussy.” You chuckled, “I almost prefer it. And I’ve pegged Terry, he’s super into taking it.”

“Pegged?” Joe’s brow scrunched again and you laughed softly, smoothing your hands down his chest before leaning in so he was the only one to hear your confession.

“It means I’ve put on a strap on, a dildo, and I’ve fucked his ass. And believe me he loves it.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw, “but he’ll only do it when he really trusts his partner.” You were still close enough to Joe, clutched to his frame that you felt his dick twitch at your words, your hand coming to redirect his face to yours, “is that something you think you might be into?” You asked, your head tilted, “experimenting with Terry?”

His hand grasped at your ass, squeezing you tightly to him, “we can definitely talk about it.” His gaze flicked from you to back across the bar, “how did I not know about this?”

“It’s not like Terry goes around announcing it.” You shrugged, “we just never brought it up cause we were under the impression you were straight.”

“So was I.” He muttered, his cheeks heating when Bruno glanced up and caught him staring again. Your hands squeezed at his sides, pulling his attention back to you.

“You get so bored today you ended up on the gay side of Pornhub or something?”

“No.” He laughed, devilish grin returning to his cheeks, “I spent all day thinking about your sweet pussy, princesa.” He groped at your ass again, leaning down to steal a kiss, nipping at your lip, “because I thought the super fucking dirty dream I had was you.”

“Ohhhhh…” you chuckled against his lips, rolling your hips into him, “but now that you’ve seen him, you’re putting it together.”

“Mmhm.” Joe groaned into the kiss, his cock getting harder as your voice got huskier, swirls of lust curling through his brain as he got drunk on them. “But that’s very new…”

“Relax pretty boy.” Your hand slid up his chest, pinching at his nipple and he hissed softly against your mouth, “we’re not going to jump from thinking you were straight to you taking it up the ass, there’s a progression here.”

“What do you propose?” His voice was more strained, he couldn’t help but grind against you, feeling more needy when you let out a whine that told him your panties were already ruined.

“Well, we start by you taking me home, and you relinquishing control.” Your lips landed on the side of his jaw, “I’m in charge tonight, that okay with you?”

“Fuck yes.”

You slowly kissed across his jaw between your words, “yeah? You want me to shove your face into my cunt? Make you eat me out until I come all over your mouth? Pull your hair like you’ve been a brat?” You nipped his earlobe and he groaned again, his eyes fluttering, “want me to ride you, pinning your hands over your head?”

“Want you to edge me.” He finally had the balls to say it, drunk on your dirty words, on the thoughts of experimenting further than he’d thought of prior, “don’t let me come. Just use me.”

“Fuck,” you muttered along a small laugh, kisses trailing down his neck before you finally pulled away, your body shivering at the look in his eyes. “You really wanna be a mess tonight, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m down fucking bad baby.” His eyes flicked across the bar lightning fast before turning back to you and your lips curled up into a grin.

“And you want Bruno to watch it all, don’t you?”

Joe had never nodded so fast in his life.

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I am DEVASTATED 😭💔💔

I went off this show for the longest time because of the frankly alarming revolving door of characters and returned to it once Carisi joined, then stayed for Octavio/Joe. I can see an SVU break happening for me again 💔💔

i could write a whole essay regarding the revolving door of female characters, but just focusing on Octavio/Joe - what really pisses me off about this, is the fact that they had AMPLE opportunity to take his storyline S O M E W H E R E. you had multiple episodes where he was so passionate about certain cases; why? what’s the backstory? we know he grew up in mexico around gang violence and was part / witnessed a crime which took …. far too long for olivia to ‘forgive’ him - which that to me was absolute rubbish. but that’s it? less than breadcrumbs is what we’ve got about this man. what needs to happen is transfer him to organized crime with elliot and watch octavio/joe shine.

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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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She has been through the ringer, please give her a break ;-;

Mother Nature: Colter Shaw x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @inlovewithcharmers @mckinleysbones @lou-bubbles @gatefleet

Companion piece to:

Stay (NSFW) - Colter can never ask for you to stay.

The Maybe Girl (NSFW) - Colter makes a mistake by revealing his feelings for you.

Snow - Colter makes a realisation when you end up staying the night in Nebraska.

The Restless One - Colter never sticks around in one place until now.

The Cult of Wellness - Colter learns the truth about what happened to you.

Full Moon - Colter finds a unique way to say I love you.

It’s raining. The cool droplets cascade over your bare skin as you stand naked in the woodland, allowing Mother Nature to wash the trauma you’ve experienced from your flesh. It runs off you in rivers, seeping into the ground and bleeding into the Earth, cleansing your soul.

It isn’t until every part of you is soaked that you return to the trailer where Colter stands waiting for you with a warm towel and a mug of camomile tea.

“Better?” He asks as he drapes the plush towel around your shoulders, proceeding to pat dry you as you cup the steeped tea between your chilled fingers.

“Yea.” You say softly. “It feels like somethings shifted.”

It’s a silly little ritual, something you’ve been doing long before you met him to help disperse that negativity that builds up inside you sometimes. Being around nature, it helps you to breath, to chase away the things that haunt you in the depths of the night.

“I’ve mapped out our journey.” He tells you as he tucks the towel around your form. “I’ve factored in a couple of nature stops so you can take some time before the trial starts. We’ll be back in California by Monday.”

You nod your agreement as his fingertips brush your damp hair back behind your ear.

“I’m going to be right there with you.” He tells you, tipping your chin up to meet his warm gaze. “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know.” You say softly as his thumb traces along the line of your jaw. “It’s just being there again…”

It brings back all the fucked up shit you went through, the things you have to testify to because Laura Delmore won’t accept a plea deal. Narcissists like her, they never do, so you have to get up on that stand and re-live every harrowing thing you went though at the hands of her wellness cult.

“Think of Skye.” Colter murmurs, his nose trailing along yours. “Imagine how brave she would think you are for doing this.”

It’s the mention of your sister that steels your resolve, that chases away the terror that lodges itself in the pit of your stomach. Afterall this is how it all started, her death during one of those ‘healing tea ceremonies’, one that was supposed to help her with her PTSD.

“For Skye.” You remind yourself as his thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek, settling something deep inside you. “I’m doing this for her.”

“And for you.” He says quietly, thinking of those videos, the ones of you dosed up, trapped in a room with all of those heinous memories you’d spent years trying to lock away. “You’re doing this for you too, to show her she didn’t break you.”

“No, but she sure as hell tried.” You say as you look into the eyes of the man that saved you, the one whose has spent months helping you put the pieces of yourself back together. “She doesn’t get to win Colter, not this time.”

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Pretty

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I love this <3

Truth or Dare

Joe Velasco/fem!reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, flirting, innuendo, smut, fingering, oral, p in v. I dunno where this one came from, the idea just sparked and I fucking raaaaaan with it. Oops. 6k

Joe was used to flirting, he knew flirting, all the ins and outs of it, the sly grins, the lingering eyes, flattering compliments and dirty jokes that toed the line just right at just the right time. He knew how to play the field, how to weave the perfect lines to get someone to go along with his plans. He knew how to flash a smile, puff his chest out and put on a mask, slip into a role, work had helped him with that.

But tonight was nothing like the usual.

Joe wasn’t used to this kind of flirting.

The type that came along with being your plus one for an art show at a hotel in midtown, the one that started with a town car outside his apartment and a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He knew it was just a formality, a congratulations for his good friend who’d landed a professional achievement and didn’t want to face the crowds on her own. There was no nervousness, you’d been friends far too long for any of that, no internal debate on whether to try and hold your hand in the car, whether it was too forward to place his hand on your thigh while the car maneuvered through the streets. Instead you thanked him for the flowers with a small smile and gentle squeeze of his hand before launching into a minor stress fueled rant of the week leading up to the opening. He listened intently, giving comments when you slowed your words and rather than digging into the anxieties of the night, he asked if you were excited, watching the sparkle bloom in your eyes, the near dreamy smile on your lips as you talked it up and he couldn’t help but feel the warmth spreading through his own chest.

He loved getting to be the person you brought into your inner circle like this, into the important part of your life, the one you spent countless hours pouring yourself into day after day. The night was about you, but you made sure that he never once felt awkward or our of place, introducing him to a few important people, frequent trips to the tables of finger foods and a fresh drink in his hand right as the last one emptied. Instead of devilish smiles and pleas to disappear upstairs, there were proud grins as he watched you talk about the art you loved, warmth from your gaze as he kept up with connoisseurs who he knew you found slightly intimidating. There was a sense of comfortability when you would step closer than normal, a hand resting on his chest while you whispered something into his ear, the rumble from his chuckle present against your palm. A playfulness when you settled at a high top table in the corner, close enough to each other to not be overheard as you played a game of smash or pass to kill the time. A glittering laugh coming from your lips that Joe had heard a thousand times before when he started making up outlandish back stories for the other guests at the gallery, some of which you were certain there had to be some truth to.

It was a soft sense of flirting, something almost domestic about it, like the two of you had been playing this game for years. It wasn’t weird for his hand to rest on your lower back, for him to be so close to you that you could feel his breath on your shoulder there was no awkward laughter or protests if someone assumed you were a couple. It felt completely natural when the ballroom began to clear out and Joe wrapped an arm around your waist, swiping a bottle of champagne before guiding you to the hotel elevator. A mutual soft sigh leaving your lips as your head tilted, resting against his shoulder, satisfied with a successful night.

“Thank you for coming.” You murmured softly as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

“Anytime.” He replied, an affectionate look in his eyes as he followed you down the hall to your room, “you know I like coming to these things with you.”

“Best plus one in the city.” You laughed lightly, holding the door open behind for him, a grin on your cheeks as you swiped the bottle from him. “No one else ever snags extra free drinks.”

Joe laughed, slipping out of his suit jacket and hanging it over the back of a chair while you found two glasses to pour the bubbly into. “Only now we’ve lost our roster for smash or pass.”

That earned a chuckle from you, shaking your head as you stepped out of your heels and he swiped a glass from you.

“May as well continue on with the trend of high school sleepover games.”

“Bottle’s not empty.” He raised it up, giving it a swirl and you laughed, swatting at his chest.

“That’s not a two player game.”

“I’m open to suggestions.”

“Truth or dare.” You shrugged a shoulder, turning to the mirror to take the pins out of your half updo, hair cascading around your shoulders.

“Hit me with a truth.” He replied from behind you, watching you in the mirror as he undid the cuff buttons, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.

“Do you actually like coming to these things?” Your eyes met his in the mirror, a near look of hesitation in them before you turned around and stepped toward him, a mocking warning finger poking into his chest, “remember you have to tell the truth.”

Laughing lightly, he wrapped his hand around yours, lowering it between you, “yes.” He nodded, “I really do. It was a little nerve wracking at first, it wasn’t like I knew anything about art or what to talk about with some of those people. But I’ve learnt a lot, you’ve taught me a lot, and I really like getting to come now. And getting to see you kick ass.”

A puff of air escaped your lips as they broke out into a small smile and you felt your cheeks heat slightly at the praise, pride swelling in your chest.

“Good.” You took a swig of your drink before dropping down onto the bed, shifting against the pillows to get comfortable. “I would hate to have to find a new plus one now.”

“Pretty sure I have full claim to that title by now.” He followed suit, settling next to you on the bed, propped up on his side. “Your turn, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How many paintings did you want to sell tonight?”

“Going home with one sold is generally the goal.” Your fingertip traced the rim of your glass, your eyes watching the liquid inside.

“And how many did you sell?”

“Three.” Your eyes flicked up to his, a shy smile on your cheeks that met the wide one on his.

Joe whistled, raising his glass to yours, clinking them together before you both took a swig. “Talk about an accomplishment.”

“I know.” You couldn’t help the smile, your eyes ducking down again as your hand reached out, folding back the cuff of Joe’s sleeve. Your finger and thumb smoothing across the fabric, rolling it neatly, fiddling with the button, “I used to think this dream was so frivolous, that it was better spent putting my time and effort into something else, something that guaranteed a real career.” Your fingers had moved on, tracing the veins and tendons in his forearm to distract yourself, “Sometimes I still worry about that. I could be some kind of one hit wonder, have a few good sells and then tumble into the void after six months”

“I doubt that.” Joe’s unoccupied arm lifted from the bed, his fingers tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear to gain your full attention, your eyes wide, a flash of vulnerability in them when they caught his. “I’ve been with you to four of these this year and you’ve sold something each time.” He continued twirling your hair around his finger, “most of those sales went on to display in public galleries where even more people get to see your work. You said your follower count had gone up across social media, people like your shit.”

“A plus one and an ego boost.” Your finger stalled slightly before tickling up his wrist and tracing the lines on his palm, “you’re stuck coming with me now.”

“And here I was thinking it was because I look so good in a suit.” He teased and you laughed, your hand briefly leaving his to playfully shove against his chest. Joe felt the familiar warmth spreading through him, his finger ghosting down the side of your cheek, lingering across your dimple before he gently pinched at your chin. You let out a soft hum at the motion and his hand shifted down your neck, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder.

“Truth or dare?” You asked, nail scratching at his palm to redirect his attention.

“Truth.” He replied and you scoffed, “what?”

“Pussy. You never pick dare.”

“Oh yeah, and what would you have me do?”

“I think you know.” Your fingers stilled again, eyes darting up to his as he gazed across at you for a moment.

“I’m not streaking up and down the hallway. I’m an officer of the law.”

A fully belly laugh escaped your lips and you dropped onto your back on the bed, withholding an eye roll as you felt Joe’s hand trail down your torso, coming to rest on your stomach. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You wanna dare me so bad…dare me.” There was a glimmer in his eye as he adjusted, scooping your glass out of your free hand to place on the nightstand with his, his body brushing against yours as he reached over you. The feeling was soothing, his warmth and weight on you, hovering for just a second, taunting eyes boring into yours.

“Fine.” You raised a brow, your voice practically a purr “I dare you.”

“You sure?”

“I already dared you; there’s no backing out allowed now.”

Joe’s hand slid up your side, cupping your cheek and he waited only a second, giving you the time to bail out if you wanted before he leant down, his lips tenderly pressing into yours. It was chaste, small, your lips separating only a hare’s breath before your arms wound around him, a hand sinking into his hair, threading through the thick locks to guide him back to you and his eyes fluttered shut again. His entire body relaxed into the kiss, lips beginning to move with ease against yours, easily finding a rhythm like they’d always known the dance and had just been waiting for the right partner to perform it with. He swallowed down the gentle sigh that escaped your lips, his fingertips softly tickling at the side of your neck while your nails scratched at his scalp. Everything in that moment, like every moment that evening, felt completely right.

Reluctantly, Joe pulled away, pressing one last soft kiss to your lips before rolling back onto his side, leaving the ball in your court. You rolled back onto your side to face him, biting down on your lip as to not let your smile get too huge.

“Truth?” He asked, knowing you weren’t likely to accept a dare.

“Truth.” You nodded, a small laugh breaking out of your face that made him smile, “that was one of the best kisses of my life.”

“Now who’s ego boosting.” He taunted, nudging at your side and you laughed, slightly falling towards him and his eyes watched the strap of your dress dip down your shoulder, leaving a string of purple fabric from your bra bare against your skin. He managed to regain focus, pushing your hair back from your face so he could see you properly again.

“Truth or dare?” You asked, a spark in your eye that hadn’t been present earlier.

“Truth?” His fingers trailed across your collarbone, slipping under the lacy purple strap, tracing it down to the neckline of your dress, “my favourite colour’s purple.” His eyes flicked from the strap to yours, “so I’d really like to see what you’ve got on underneath this dress.”

“Is that so?” You asked, a smirk taking over your lips.

“No lies. I know the rules of the game.”

Sitting up, you swung your legs off the edge of the bed with you back to him before looking over your shoulder, “little help with the zipper?”

Joe sat up, his fingertips brushing against your skin as he moved your hair over your shoulder, pausing only to leave a featherlight kiss between your shoulder blades before undoing the clasp and slowly pulling the zipper down.

You let the black fabric fall from your shoulders as you stood from the bed, turning to face him as the straps slipped down your arms and you shimmied out of it, leaving the dress at your feet as you stepped back toward him. His eyes raked up your body slowly, admiring the intricate purple lace of the thong and bustier, fabric extending an inch below your breasts, cupping them perfectly. The light in the headboard washed your body in a warm glow, just enough light for Joe to see everything he needed to while still leaving something to the imagination.

“Well?” You raised a brow again, “you like it?”

“Yes. One hundred percent truth.” His hands reached up before you even hit the side of the bed and they wrapped around your hips, pulling you back to him and you let out a little giggle as he made you topple down into his lap. “Fuck you look amazing.” His lips tickled against your skin when he spoke and before you had the chance to reply they were on yours again.

Your knees settled on either side of his hips, his hands warm as they slid across your back, hugging you to him while he kissed you. His lips were pillowy soft, the slight taste of champagne on his tongue when it slowly slid into your mouth and you couldn’t help but let out a small moan as your hands tangled into his hair again. He took his time, tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, rolling with yours, making sure to truly get a taste of you. His hands trailed up and down your back, fingers tracing the lace patterns on the back of the bralette, toying with the hem of your panties while he groaned. There was no rush to it, the fire within the two of you nothing but small kindling, happy to have even the smallest of a glow, the flame incredibly easy to reignite later if this was all that happened tonight. The kiss was enough. Even unspoken it was clear as ever that you’d both been unknowingly waiting for this, wanting to make sure that the moment was exactly right when it finally happened.

Joe broke the kiss, his hand ghosting across your face, threading loose locks of hair between his fingers, brushing more off your forehead, pushing your hair back as he gazed at you. His eyes dark, a desire burning behind them as he watched the way your chest rose and fell, lips parted slightly as you made an attempt to catch your breath.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous baby.” He husked, his other hand resting on your waist, thumb tracing smooth circles on your skin. He leant forward, mouth finding a home in the crook of your neck, leaving messy kisses, “just fucking gorgeous.” His lips brushed against your skin before his teeth nipped you and a gasp escaped your lips.

The hand you had on his head tightened its grip, keeping him where he was, your eyes fluttering shut. His tongue laved across the bite mark, soothing the burn before he began to suck at your skin in hopes to leave a mark, claiming you as his own. He wanted a reminder of this night, no matter what else happened, he wanted to be able to look at your body in the morning and know that it was him who got the privilege to see it naked, to leave his mark on you. You let out a soft moan, your body rocking against him, chest brushing against his and you were suddenly eager to feel his skin, be able to explore him the way he was doing to you. Hands slunk between your bodies, your fingers tugging his dress shirt out of his pants before sinking under it, tickling at his heated skin while he continued his mission on your neck. You slowly worked your way from the bottom button to the top, exposing more tanned skin with each one until you were able to run your hands fully up his torso, nails gently scratching at his chest before you shoved the shirt off over his shoulders.

He refused to move his mouth from the crook of your neck, he could feel your pulse throbbing underneath his lips and he felt a sense of pride every time it picked up, getting closer and closer to racing. And it was because of him. Your body rolled against his again, this time the lace scratching at his skin and he felt the sudden need to feel the smoothness of your skin directly against his. Gripping your waist he gave you a little squeeze before his hands slid upwards, circling around your back to undo the clasps on your top, his fingertips tickled your skin as they slid under the straps, following their path, trailing over your shoulders. He finally pried himself away from the forming mark on your skin, leaving tender kisses up the length of your neck, nudging at your chin with his nose to gain your attention. Your eyes were lust filled, lips kiss swollen and parted, hair mussed up just a little bit and he thought you looked like the perfect combination of an angel and absolute sin. With his eyes on yours he guided your bra straps down your arms, gently tugging the purple fabric off your body until he heard it fall, dropping onto the floor. The corner of your lips twitched up into a grin and he finally tore his eyes off your face to glance downward, dick twitching in his pants at the sight of your tits.

“Fuck.” He swore, running a hand over his face, a brief laugh coming from him as he shook his head, “you been hidin’ these from me for all these years?”

You giggled, your hair falling in front of your shoulder as you shrugged, “wasn’t intentional.”

“You’re never allowed to put a shirt on again, you hear me?” This earned another chuckle from you as he pushed your hair out of your face again, securing it behind your ear without looking away from your chest.

“You gonna do anything aside from stare at them?”

The teasing question was all it took for Joe to lean in, tongue flicking at your nipple before his lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his mouth. One arm wrapped tightly around your torso, splayed across your back while the other one slid up your front, groping at your other breast. His tongue traced around your nipple, flicking at it again and you let out a low moan, your head falling back as your back arched into his movements. Joe’s teeth gently scraped across your skin and you hand quickly grasped the back of his head.

“Oh shit…” you murmured, a fluttering forming in your chest that tingled all the way down your body, heat pooling between your legs. While Joe continued to suck and bite at your tits, you couldn’t help but grind down against him, feeling his cock hardening in his pants, pressing up against you.

His fingers pinched your nipple right as his lips suctioned around the other before he let it go with a lewd pop, your nipple hardening in the cool air, having adjusted to the warmth of his mouth. The hand you had threaded in his hair tilted his head back, eager to steal another kiss before he made his next move and your tongue instantly slid into his mouth. He let out a groan when you nipped at his lower lip, his hips rocking up toward your body, his hand moved to the other side of your chest, continuing to play with your nipple while his tongue danced with yours.

This time you broke the kiss, your lips leaving a sticky trail of kisses down his neck and he let out a low hiss, cock throbbing already.

“You’re gonna be the death of me angel.”

“Yeah?” You nipped at his earlobe, “and what’re you gonna do about it?”

You righted yourself, your hands tickling over his shoulders and down his back as you cocked an eyebrow across at him. Joe simply smirked in response, a squeak leaving your lips as he steadied the arm around your waist and flipped you onto the bed so you were on your back, caged between his arms, his hips pinning yours to the bed.

“I bet you’d like to know.” He leant down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I would.” Another kiss, this one a little longer than the first, “dare you to show me.”

“Think I might need to walk you through it first.” He replied with a teasing glint in his eyes and you nearly rolled your eyes. He shifted on top of you so he could press a kiss to your collarbone, leaving another between your breasts, then one on your stomach. His hand sunk lower between your bodies, playing with the waistband of your panties, “I think first…” his fingers traced the pattern of the lace, teasing you without really touching you, “I’ll make you come around my fingers.” You gasped; head thrown back into the pillows when he cupped you through the thin fabric. He shifted lower, sitting back on his haunches between your legs before leaning down and you could feel the heat of his breath on your nearly bare cunt when he spoke again, “then I want to know what you taste like when you come.” His tongue slowly dragged against your panties before he mouthed at your pussy twice and you moaned, hips twitching up off the bed. He chuckled, sitting up and undoing his pants, pulling them down over his hips before crawling over you again, capturing your lips in a kiss before he spoke again, “then I want to feel you come all over my cock.” He suddenly thrust toward you, grinding himself against your clit through his briefs and you shuddered.

“Fuck Joe…”

“That sound good, beautiful?”

“Fucking perfect.”

“That’s what I thought.” He murmured, leaning over you once again while a hand snuck between your bodies.

His lips met yours, the kiss fierce, deep, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hand slipped into your panties. You let out a soft moan into the kiss when his fingertips began softly rubbing your clit, your body rolling toward the motion in a similar rhythm. Joe waited until you let out a small whine, until your hips twitched upwards on their own accord and two fingers swiped through your folds, gathering your wetness and he pressed harder on your clit, his hand moving in faster circles.

“God..” you murmured, “that feels good.”

“Yeah?” He propped himself up on his free arm, his hand continuing to rub at your swollen nub, “you like this?” His fingers ran through your folds again, this time slower, watching the way your eyes squeezed shut, a breath of air puffing from between your lips.

“Mmhmm…” You gasped, your hips jolting off the bed as a spark shot through you, juices dripping out of your pussy, “fuck, don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Joe chuckled, increasing the pressure, his wrist moving in perfect quick circles while he ducked his head to capture your nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, tongue flicking it inside his mouth, groaning against your skin.

You could feel yourself clenching over nothing, lightning shooting through you with every touch that Joe left on your body. Your panties were soaked, every flick of his fingers bringing you higher and higher levels of pleasure, your body shivering between him and the bed. He bit into the underside of your chest and you let out a loud moan, your hips rocking up to meet his hand.

“Oh god!” Your fingers clawed at the bedspread, “you’re gonna make me come.”

You could feel the way Joe’s lips curved up into a smirk at your words, his fingers moving faster in your underwear as his mouth wrapped around your other nipple. He felt a sense of pride at just how wet you were, knowing that he made you feel this good and he’d barely touched you.

“Fuck.” You groaned, your body on fire, tingles shooting into sparks everywhere his hands touched you. You knew you were so incredibly close, each circle of his hand bringing you higher and higher until a gasp broke free from your lips and your body shuddered. “Oh god!” One of your hands closed around his wrist, squeezing as your orgasm shot through you, a whimper left your lips when his fingers slid off your pulsing clit and cupped your dripping pussy.

“Fuck are you ever beautiful when you come.” He murmured, staring down at you as he palmed at your cunt, smearing your juices around, his fingertips just daring to swipe through your folds again before he pulled his hand out of your underwear. “Just fucking drenched baby.”

“It’s all for you.” You breathed out, hand running up his side but before you could pull him in for a kiss he sucked his slicked fingers between his lips and let out a low groan.

“Taste so fucking good.” He met your lips for a kiss, chaste and hurried as he shifted over you, “I’m never gonna be able to get enough of you.”

Joe’s lips brushed down your body, teeth grabbing the waistband of your panties so he could pull them down your legs, tossing them to the floor behind him. His hands ghosted up your legs, pushing your thighs wide so he could settle between them. He let out a low swear at the sight of your pussy glistening in the low light, his thumb rubbing through you, circling around your clit and your head fell back into the pillows, need already pulsing through you again.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Without another word he dove in between your legs, tongue slowly dragging through you before his mouth wrapped around your clit, lazily sucking on it. He pressed a soft kiss just above it before returning to your cunt, mouth wrapping around it, tongue probing in just enough to really taste you. He let out a guttural groan, sending vibrations flowing through you, electricity sparking all your nerve endings and your hands shot to his head, threading through his hair and nudging him closer to you.

“Oh fuck, Joe.” You were already panting again, his mouth warm on your pussy, moving in just the way you wanted him to. His tongue refused to leave an inch unexplored, strong hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you open and on display for him as he devoured you. His nose bumped your clit and you cried out, your fingers tightening in his hair, “more! Please!”

One of his hands vanished from your leg in the same fluid movement that his mouth moved upwards, first nipping at your inner thigh before landing on your clit and two fingers easily sunk into your wet cunt.

“Fuu-ck.” Your hips rocked up to meet his slow thrusts, grinding yourself against his mouth as you squeezed around him and every single thought abandoned your brain except for how good he was making you feel.

Joe grunted against you again and your body shivered at the sensation, rocking up off the bed as you let out a whine. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, slowly picking up speed, keeping the movements of his tongue in the same rhythm until you were whimpering above him, your hips matching his pacing. Then he crooked his fingers, once, twice and on the third time you cried out, your hips jolting off the bed and stilling and he knew he’d found the sensitive spot inside you. Smirking around your clit he dragged his fingers over the spot again,

“Fuck!” Your fingers tensed in his hair, “right there. Oh god don’t stop.”

Like he would even dream of it, he would happily bury himself between your legs anytime you asked. He sucked harder, his fingers pressing on the spot, undulating inside your pussy, smaller thrusts, but faster, each one brushing your g-spot. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, whines and muffled moans breaking free as your thighs threatened to close around him. His hand picked up the speed and you swore again, legs trembling on either side of him, the double sensation of his mouth on you at the same time almost too much and before you knew it your vision was blasted white, crying out as you came.

Joe reluctantly removed his mouth from your skin, fingers slowing, gently fucking you through your orgasm as he kissed up your body. He smoothed back a few pieces of your hair, hand trailing down your cheek as his thumb ran across your lips.

“You alright?” He asked, a knowing glint already in his eye and you chuckled.

“Fantastic. But I believe you promised me three.”

Grinning down at you he shook his head before shoving his pants and briefs down his legs, only pausing to dig a condom out of his wallet. He slipped it on, giving himself a couple of pumps before leaning over you again. A small gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his cock, heavy and hard, rubbing against your throbbing clit. His hips rocked a few times until you were whining underneath him, your arms and legs tightly wrapping around his body.

“Joe, please.” Your hands floated down his back, grasping at his ass, urging him between your legs. He chuckled softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your neck.

“Don’t worry angel, I’m not one to back out of a dare.” He re-angled himself, lining his cock up with your entrance before sinking in, a mutual groan coming from both of you as he sunk deeper and deeper until your hips met and he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, do you ever feel good.”

With a soft groan he pulled his hips back until just the tip was left inside your cunt then thrust back just as deep inside of you, watching the way your eyes fell shut, the small moans you made as he began to set a steady rhythm. He wasn’t even sure where to look, his eyes lingering on every inch of your body, the way you threw your head back into the pillows, how your lips were parted, shallow breaths puffing out of them each time he thrust into you. The way your tits swayed in the perfect rhythm, the way your back arched off the bed when he hit a certain spot inside you. He couldn’t help but watch his cock disappear into your pussy, how it sank all the way in, you took him all and you took him perfectly. Each time he pulled out his cock was even more slick with your juices, your cum coating him entirely.

“Fuck, baby…” He grunted, picking up the pace as you squeezed around his length, “you take me so well. Such a perfect pussy.”

“Faster, please.” You urged and his dick twitched, resulting in your walls squeezing down on him.

Joe wasn’t one to refuse, managing to tear his eyes away from where your bodies were joined to gently fall over you, caging you into the bed, bracing on his knees so he could fuck you faster, cock thrusting in and out at a pace that made the bed rock. Your entire body consumed him, limbs wrapping tightly around him as your nails pressed half moon marked into his skin. At this angle your mouth was right beside his head, your breath hot on his skin, your whimpers and moans of pleasure going right into his ear and thus straight down to his throbbing cock. One of his arms managed to slip between your arched back and the bed, pulling you right against him, holding your body to his as he fucked you. Your hips were starting to lose rhythm, moans becoming louder whines and any attempt of making words were lost to pants of breath as your walls pulsed around him.

“Mmmhph—”

“You close baby?” He husked into your neck, lips latching onto the skin to make a matching mark for the other side. All you could do was nod, your body trembling in his embrace. Joe slid his free arm between your bodies, fingers easily finding your clit and began to rub in time with his thrusts, “let go for me, want to feel you come on my cock.”

Fire burst through you, your limbs tightening around his body as your hips stilled, body nearly seizing with pleasure as he brought you to yet another peak. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, your juices leaking out around it, his arm squeezing you tighter as your body rocked its way through your orgasm.

“Shit!” He grunted, his hips faltering at the way you clenched around him, if he thought watching you come earlier was incredible, getting to feel you come was heavenly. His hand slid out from between you as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, bracing on the bed to drive deeper into you, cock twitching with each thrust as he chased his own peak. It didn’t take very long at all, the way you were still having little trembles, breathy sighs leaving your lips, your pussy fluttering around him all driving him wild before he let out a low groan and spilled into the condom.

Joe gently collapsed over you, careful to keep enough of his weight on the bed as to not crush you as he slowly caught his breath. He felt your hands ghosting up and down his back, nails tickling at his heated skin, your lips tenderly pressing kisses to his neck and shoulder.

“Fuck.” You murmured, your voice nearly slurred with pleasure as one of your hands slid into his hair, scratching at his scalp.

“You’re telling me.” He muttered, gently pushing off of you, his cock slipping out. His gaze landed on your pussy once again, watching as the last few drops of your juices dripped onto the bedspread. “Fuck…”

He squeezed your ankle before disappearing into the bathroom to deal with the condom, coming back with a wet and a dry washcloth. Joe’s hands tenderly worked across your body, cleaning you off while leaving light kisses on your exposed skin. He grabbed the glasses of champagne along with a bottle of water and when you shivered he swiftly moved you under the blankets and pulled them up around the two of you as he encouraged you to curl around his body.

Your fingertips began tracing patterns across his chest and you let out a very satisfied sigh. Joe’s arm curled around you, his lips pressing into the top of your head and his hand gently grasped yours. He couldn’t help but smile at the way you instantly took his hand, tracing the lines of his palm before kissing it softly.

“I’ve got one more truth for you.” His voice was soft when he spoke.

“Hmm?”

“What would you say if I wanted to take you out to dinner next weekend? Just the two of us, a real date.”

Your head shifted upwards so you could catch his gaze, a soft smile on your lips and he felt warmth blooming through his chest, already knowing the answer. “God’s honest truth?”

He nodded.

“I’d absolutely love that.”

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I need a Colter in my life

Mother Nature: Colter Shaw x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @inlovewithcharmers @mckinleysbones @lou-bubbles @gatefleet

Companion piece to:

Stay (NSFW) - Colter can never ask for you to stay.

The Maybe Girl (NSFW) - Colter makes a mistake by revealing his feelings for you.

Snow - Colter makes a realisation when you end up staying the night in Nebraska.

The Restless One - Colter never sticks around in one place until now.

The Cult of Wellness - Colter learns the truth about what happened to you.

Full Moon - Colter finds a unique way to say I love you.

It’s raining. The cool droplets cascade over your bare skin as you stand naked in the woodland, allowing Mother Nature to wash the trauma you’ve experienced from your flesh. It runs off you in rivers, seeping into the ground and bleeding into the Earth, cleansing your soul.

It isn’t until every part of you is soaked that you return to the trailer where Colter stands waiting for you with a warm towel and a mug of camomile tea.

“Better?” He asks as he drapes the plush towel around your shoulders, proceeding to pat dry you as you cup the steeped tea between your chilled fingers.

“Yea.” You say softly. “It feels like somethings shifted.”

It’s a silly little ritual, something you’ve been doing long before you met him to help disperse that negativity that builds up inside you sometimes. Being around nature, it helps you to breath, to chase away the things that haunt you in the depths of the night.

“I’ve mapped out our journey.” He tells you as he tucks the towel around your form. “I’ve factored in a couple of nature stops so you can take some time before the trial starts. We’ll be back in California by Monday.”

You nod your agreement as his fingertips brush your damp hair back behind your ear.

“I’m going to be right there with you.” He tells you, tipping your chin up to meet his warm gaze. “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know.” You say softly as his thumb traces along the line of your jaw. “It’s just being there again…”

It brings back all the fucked up shit you went through, the things you have to testify to because Laura Delmore won’t accept a plea deal. Narcissists like her, they never do, so you have to get up on that stand and re-live every harrowing thing you went though at the hands of her wellness cult.

“Think of Skye.” Colter murmurs, his nose trailing along yours. “Imagine how brave she would think you are for doing this.”

It’s the mention of your sister that steels your resolve, that chases away the terror that lodges itself in the pit of your stomach. Afterall this is how it all started, her death during one of those ‘healing tea ceremonies’, one that was supposed to help her with her PTSD.

“For Skye.” You remind yourself as his thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek, settling something deep inside you. “I’m doing this for her.”

“And for you.” He says quietly, thinking of those videos, the ones of you dosed up, trapped in a room with all of those heinous memories you’d spent years trying to lock away. “You’re doing this for you too, to show her she didn’t break you.”

“No, but she sure as hell tried.” You say as you look into the eyes of the man that saved you, the one whose has spent months helping you put the pieces of yourself back together. “She doesn’t get to win Colter, not this time.”

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I thought the last one was hard but this... fuckkkkkkk poor Selena...

They Don't Know: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @noxytopy @gatefleet @totalstitchlover19 @angelofthetrenchcoats

Companion piece to:

Bang - Eddie’s new year starts with a bang.

Lifetime (NSFW) - One night with you makes Eddie realise he wants a life time.

El Paso - Eddie is forced to make a decision that hurts you both.

Possibilities - Eddie thinks about what might have been.

Welcome Back - The one person Eddie wants to see is the one person not at his welcome home party.

Home - Eddie sees you for the first time since El Paso.

Chemistry (NSFW) - You and Eddie have always have good chemistry.

90% Of The Work - Eddie proves he’s ready to put the work into your relationship.

Hotshot - Eddie finds out about your relationship with Brad Torrance when the other man turns up at your door.

Good Catholic Girls (NSFW) - Eddie has only ever dated good Catholic girls before you.

Relentless - Eddie discovers you've been keeping a secret from his time away in Texas.

The bleeding starts after a call out.

You know something is wrong almost immediately because the cramps that hit you, are like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You manage to ride out the rest of your shift before you head straight to urgent care because the pain, it gets too much.

“You’re having a miscarriage.” You’re told by the doctor who examines you. “It can be quite common in the first trimester.”

Your mind flits back to the night you shared with Eddie before he departed for Texas. The heat of it, the passion. You were too caught up in the moment to think about protection and now here you are facing the consequences of your actions.

“I didn’t realise I was pregnant.” You tell the doctor, wiping the salt from your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“As it’s an incomplete miscarriage we need to do a D&C so you don’t get an infection. We have a space open in an hour to fit you in. You should call your partner to come and take you home afterwards.”

You think of Eddie all the way in Texas, Eddie who stopped responding to your texts over a month ago. Eddie, who is struggling with his own son, the one that did live.

“The dad’s not in the picture.” You say softly. “Can I Uber?”

“It’s not recommended.” She says, placing a kind hand over yours. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone who can help?”

The problem is everyone at the 118 is afflated with Eddie. You don’t want the weight of this responsibility on his shoulders. You pick up the one person you can call so you dial the only person you can call, the one you’d been friends with long before Eddie came along.

Tommy’s waiting for you when the procedure is completed, his hands threaded through his dark hair in the waiting room. He raises to his feet almost immediately upon seeing you, his arm looping around your waist, holding you steady. He listens attentively to your aftercare before helping you to his car, getting you settled in the passenger seat.

It's Tommy who calls you in sick for the next few days, who sleeps on the couch to take care of you. He makes sure you’re fed, showered and up every morning before he takes you to the beach so you can get your head straight over the whole thing. He’s the one that holds you when you break down over the whole thing because its too raw, too visceral to handle alone.

When you return to the 118 a few days later it’s surreal. Your entire world has changed but everything else remains the same, it’s like the baby never happened and to everyone else it didn’t happen. They don’t know you’re dying inside when Hen mentions her kids, or that it feels like a knife to the chest when Chim shows you another picture of Jee.

They don’t know, you’re forced to remind yourself when you lock yourself in the bathroom afterwards. They don’t know they’re breaking your heart.

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Oh God, no... poor Selena

Relentless: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @noxytopy @gatefleet @totalstitchlover19 @angelofthetrenchcoats

Companion piece to:

Bang - Eddie's new year starts with a bang.

Lifetime (NSFW) - One night with you makes Eddie realise he wants a life time.

El Paso - Eddie is forced to make a decision that hurts you both.

Possibilities - Eddie thinks about what might have been.

Welcome Back - The one person Eddie wants to see is the one person not at his welcome home party.

Home - Eddie sees you for the first time since El Paso.

Chemistry (NSFW) - You and Eddie have always have good chemistry.

90% Of The Work - Eddie proves he's ready to put the work into your relationship.

Hotshot - Eddie finds out about your relationship with Brad Torrance when the other man turns up at your door.

Good Catholic Girls (NSFW) - Eddie has only ever dated good Catholic girls before you.

Your sleep overs with Eddie are anything but conventional. They take place during the day, in between your shifts because in the evenings he spends his time with Christopher.

For a while it works because if there’s anything Eddie understands it’s the need for flexibility but the day time naps, they start to fuck with his circadian rhythms. He has trouble sleeping at night which is detrimental to his job and in turn his mental health so you call time on sleeping together. This causes problems for you because when you do go out he can tell you’re struggling to keep your eyes open even though you swear to God you’re not.

“This isn’t working.” He tells you one afternoon after you stand him up outside the movie theatre. He drives by your house to find you asleep on the couch, still in your LAFD uniform from the shift you’d gotten in from over an hour ago. “Selena, you’re exhausted.”

“I’ll rally.” You promise him, heading towards the kitchen but Eddie’s hands come to rest upon your shoulders steering you towards the bedroom instead.

“You need to sleep.” He says undressing you before he tucks you in underneath the sheets. You’re out like a light as soon as your head hits the pillow. He sticks around afterwards, does the laundry that’s piling up, cooks you something for dinner before you head back out on shift later tonight.

This pace you’re setting, it’s relentless, unsustainable, even if you weren’t in a relationship. You’re running yourself into the ground, taking every single shift that’s offered to you and Eddie, he can’t figure out why, not until he’s tidying up the stack of letters on the kitchen table and he sees the medical bill.

Almost ten grand for a surgery after the deductible.

That’s why your busting your ass so much.

His gaze strays to the procedure and it feels like he’s punched in the chest.

A D&C.

A procedure that’s used for miscarriages. He reviews the date of the surgery, doing the math and his heart just fucking breaks because that night you spent together, the two of you made a baby, one he had no fucking clue about.

He works out you lost it two months later, after he’d cut off contact.

You’ve been paying it off ever since because Firefighter’s Insurance it hasn’t caught up with the rest if the world yet, it doesn’t prioritise women’s reproductive health.

He can’t imagine what that must have been like for you, going through something like that alone, to have the reminder of it delivered to your door every single month. It’s just another testament to how strong you are, how resilient but the thing is you’re not on your own anymore, you have him. He can’t go back and change what he did but he can do something to take the pressure off, to help you heal.

He uses the back of his hand to wipe the salt from his cheeks as he pulls out his cellphone, dialling the number from the top of the letter. It rings twice before an operator picks up asking how they can assist him.

“Hi.” He whispers, his voice barely more than a rasp. “I’d like to make a payment.”

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