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Ex!Joe Part Five: Wishes - Joe Velasco x Reader

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EX!Joe Series:

Part One: Left Behind - Joe’s life is thrown into turmoil when you show up in the Squad Room.

Part Two: Brighton Beach - Joe finds out why you’re back in Manhatten.

Part Three: History - You explain what happened all those years ago.

Part Four: Crash - Joe has a lot to think about.

Joe dreams of dark-haired children, he chases them around a garden that resembles the park that he goes running in. He hears their laughter in his ears, catches a glimpse of them as they duck behind the trees. He dreams of nights with you, the past and the future, hands teasing over sensitive flesh, lips caressing soft skin, the sound of his name as you come for him. He dreams of the family he could have had, the one that’s always been just out of reach.

He mourns their loss when he wakes up in a hospital room he doesn’t recognise. You capture his arm as he tries to untangle himself, preventing him from wrenching out the wires that are attached to him.

“Joe…” You say softly and he squeezes your hand tightly because you’re a soothing presence amongst the disorientation that assaults him.

Joe knows why you’re here, why out of everyone in his life you are the one they summoned to the hospital. He hasn’t changed his emergency contact. You must think that it’s an oversight but it isn’t. The truth is he doesn’t have anyone else in his life that he trusts to make decisions on his behalf, to understand his wishes, to fulfil them.

“How bad?” He asks, his throat scratchy, his voice a rasp.

“Nothing broken.” You reassure him, stroking his arm lightly. “You have some nasty gravel rash and a concussion, that’s why they’re keeping you here…”

Joe heaves himself up into sitting a position. Agony ricochets through his body. He hisses through his teeth as it sears through him, grating across his nerves. He yanks at the sensors that are attached to him, tossing them onto the bed.

“Can you get me discharged?” He asks you forcefully.

“You hit your head pretty hard even with the helmet on.” You tell him, raising to your feet. “They want to keep you in for observation.”

“Can you do it?” He repeats, his green eyes meeting yours.

He’s antsy you can tell. You’ve forgotten his phobia of hospitals, how they made him feel like he wants to crawl out of his own skin. He’d had a bad experience back in Juárez, he would never tell you the details but anytime he ended up being treated in a hospital, he’d sweat bullets, his jaw would tense and he’d clench his fists until his knuckles went white.

You sigh as you withdraw your badge from the pocket of your overcoat and drape it around your neck.

“I’ll do what I can.” ----

Joe’s apartment is an incarnation of his previous one. It’s neat and sparse with very little in the way of personal effects. You see it a lot with people who’ve spent the majority of their careers undercover. There’s a photograph of his mother and his priest in a slender black frame on the mantlepiece but that’s it. Everything else is boilerplate, the way it was when you first met him. He merely exists in this space, he doesn’t live in it.

“You don’t have to stay,” he tells you after you close the door to the apartment behind you.

“Kinda do.” You tell him, stripping off your overcoat and hanging it on the coat pegs installed alongside the front door. “That was part of the agreement about leaving the hospital. You have to be supervised for the next twenty four hours.”  

He’s too tired to argue with you, instead he retreats to the bedroom, shutting both the door and you out. You don’t blame him, he’s had a lot of turmoil tonight. You know he’s overwhelmed at the moment, that he’s trying to process everything that’s happened. You’re probably the last person he wants here but there’s nothing you can do, you just have to make the best of it for now. You open his fridge and sigh, before withdrawing your phone to order groceries.

You cook for him, it’s a throwback to a time when the two of you lived together. He misses this, all of this, he’s been with multiple women since you but not one has come close. The problem is even after all this time he’s still in love with you. He knows how pathetic it is.

He doesn’t say anything when you rap your knuckles on the bedroom door. Part of him wants to tell you to leave, so that he can go back to the way things were but the reality is, that can’t happen. He knows why you left now, about the baby, about the depression you fell into in the aftermath of the miscarriage and he can’t blame you. Going through something like that, enduring it alone…

It fucks with you.

“I’ve made something to eat if you’re hungry.” You say as you open the door a crack.

“Come inside.” He finds himself saying as he sits on the edge of the bed. “I want to talk a sec.”

You comply, closing the bedroom door behind you.

“Joe…” You begin.

“Can I hold you?” He says quietly. “Will you let me have that tonight?”

“That depends.” You murmur as you come to stand in front of him. He takes your hand, his fingers entwining with yours as he tugs you down into his lap. “Are you going to let me take care of you?”

“Baby…” He mumbles, his thumb chasing along the line of your jaw as he looks into your eyes. “I’m sorry for what you went through, that I wasn’t there…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You tell him, cradling his face between your hands. He closes his eyes, and you kiss away the salt that ebbs down his cheeks. “It’s just something that happened, it’s no one’s fault.”

“I wish…”

That things were different, that we had a baby, a family, a life together. He doesn’t say those words but you know that’s what he means. You wish for the exact same thing.

“I know.” You whisper against his skin. “I do too.”

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NSFW Alphabet: Joe Velasco  

I’ve always wanted to do this, and I thought it would be fast and easy but boy was I wrong. I think I went a little overboard, but I enjoyed this, and I would do it again for other characters. WARNING: There is a small mention of SA  

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

Joe is an aftercare king. He has been touched starved most of his life and loves physical contact. He wants to stay in bed and hold you, caress your body, and kiss your skin until your heartrates even out and the sweat from your lovemaking cools. He will run his hands through your hair and whisper sweet words in your ear. You can tell how much he enjoyed the sex by the ratio of English to Spanish. He defaults back to his mother tongue the harder the climax hits which leaves him in a state of superior orgasmic high.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s) 

Joe’s favorite body part of his is his arms. He keeps himself in good shape for his job and is proud of the physical effects it has on his body. He likes knowing that he is strong and that if he needs to, he can protect you.    

Joe’s love your body in its entirety. He makes that very clear to you many times over. If you ever had any body issues this man is the cure for them. That said he is definitely a thigh man. Any chance he gets his hands smooth over your thighs, squeezing the tender flesh and muscles there. He loves to slide between your thighs, kissing and sucking bruises into them. When he knows you’ll indulge him he will lay his head on your lap for hours while watching the football game or when he is exhausted from work, take a nap.      

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

Joe isn’t really concerned with his own cum. He doesn’t have a breeding kink and he has always been rigidly careful with all his sexual partners, always using condoms. It took months into a steady relationship with you and the assurance of birth control to convince him to do it raw. You were shocked to find out that you were the first person he ever had sex without protection with. 

He is, however, obsessed with your arousal. He wants to make sure you are completely soaked. He loves the taste and the feel of it dripping down his chin or thighs depending on the position.  

D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Joe lost his virginity to a girl who was in the gang back in Jaurez that he helped when he was younger. He was only thirteen and the girl was nineteen. It was an awkward experience, and the girl was high on something. Joe doesn’t like to think about it and has never admitted that he hadn’t consented to it. All his friends thought it was so cool that he had been with an older girl, so he never made a big deal out of it.    

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

Joe has experience, mostly with hookups and one-night stands. He had a Casanova phase. The women were fast but warm. He learned a lot about women this way but towards the end, it just left him feeling emotionally empty. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 

Joe’s favorite position is missionary, mating press, or anything position that is face to face. Joe likes to kiss, and he is good with his tongue. He gets quite hypnotized watching your breast bounce. It gives him easy access to suck on your breast or slide his hands between your legs to play with your clit.    

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

Joe is more passionate and serious in bed. But the longer you guys are together and the more intimate you get the more his humor shows. The pillow talk is where he gets more relaxed and jokes around.    

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

Joe doesn’t do a full manscape, but he likes to keep his hair trimmed up. But if his life gets busy, he doesn’t think much about it. He is the type of guy that if you requested him to completely shave, would do his best to oblige you.   

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

Joe loves intimacy even if he doesn’t realize it. He likes making his partner feel good and like there is a connection. When he is in a stable relationship the intimacy from him doesn’t just double but triples. He wants to touch you, hold you, finger your hair, share eye contact, and most of all he wants you to know that he sees you and that you see him.   

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 

Joe masturbates but not to an extreme. He would much rather wait until he has time to have sex with you. He usually only does it when he is trying to blow off steam or has had a stressful day. He will also take care of himself if he is horny, but you aren’t in the mood to have sex.   

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) 

Joe has a praise kink and loves to dirty talk. He loves hearing the sounds from your lovemaking. The moans and groans you make, the smack of your bodies meeting, the squelching sounds of wet pussy as he thrusts into you good and hard. A bonus kink of Joe’s is thigh-high stockings, the man goes feral when you wear them. Be warned that you will probably be sporting finger-shaped bruises on your thighs for weeks after.     

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) 

The bed or couch is the usual go-to for Joe. He likes the comfortability and versatility that they provide for positions and moving around. He has of course christened his entire place with you and has found various other preferences. He likes shower sex but gets tired of the water running cold before he is through with you. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) 

You. Joe doesn’t need much reason to have sex. A big turn-on for him is when you initiate. There is just something about you wanting him and having no trouble showing it, that has all his blood heading south.   

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

Joe is not willing to share. He will never be okay with having another person join in on your sex life.   

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

Joe loves to give oral. If he could eat your pussy every day, he would. He is a pro at it and doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking and you're trying to push him away from being overstimulated. Then he will take his time licking up his mess from your inner thighs. 

Joe always enjoys a good blow job. You on your knees in front of him sucking his cock, tongue licking, spit lubricating the slide he could lose his damn mind. That being said, at the beginning of your relationship he would never ask for one. He had bad experiences with some of the women he was with not enjoying it, giving little to no effort, or complaining. It made it not worth it to him because he wanted to bring his partners pleasure and their obvious distaste for the act was a turnoff for him. He stopped asking and for a long time, none of his hookups offered so he went without. He was shocked and unbelievably turned on by how into you were. He still doesn’t like asking, and you offer often so he doesn’t have to, but he will on occasion now.    

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Joe is on both sides of his coin. He can be slow and passionate, especially during lazy morning sex. when the mood strikes making you feel every inch of his cock filling you. Whispering praises into your ear and caressing your skin. His default is on the rougher side. He will take you fast and rough, skin slapping against yours. He will take you, make you his, and leave some sort of love bite on your skin to remember him by.  

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

While Joe would prefer to take his time, he enjoys quickies. Life is fast past and busy there is no way of getting around it if you want to steal some time for release in each other. He will also admit that the limited time and having to finish up and act like it never happened adds a sense of urgency and can make the experience hotter.    

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

Joe is willing to take some risks. He likes to experiment and is willing to try pretty much anything you request. Working at SVU and what he has seen there are some lines he won’t cross. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) 

Joe has a higher stamina. He can drag foreplay and sex out for hours. He will also go multiple rounds if you have the time and energy. The two of you tend to have 24-hour fuck-a-tons after he gets back from undercover assignments leaving you both sore and walking a bit funny for a few days afterward.    

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

No, Joe doesn’t have any toys. He doesn’t see the use for them but would probably use them on you if you asked. He’s more of a restraint guy, he would prefer to cuff or tie you up.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

This man is the biggest tease. He will have you so worked up that you will be hating him as much as you love him. You will be shaking and begging him to just take you already. The payoff is more than worth it, the orgasm and the afterglow high are otherworldly.  

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

Joe is pretty vocal he will grunt and groan. He likes to talk dirty when he is taking you and gets off on the sounds you guys make when having sex. He can be quiet with the right motivation for doing the deed in more risqué spots.  

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) 

While Joe doesn’t smoke often anymore, he always has a spare pack of cigarettes in his house and in his motorcycle side bag. He only craves them when his stress level gets too high or when he has had a particularly rough round of sex that releases that stress. He doesn’t like anyone to know and goes to great lengths to cover it when he does. You had found out when he had lit one up while you were supposed to be showering but had come back in to urge Joe to join you. 

He had been sitting on the bed, a cigarette held loosely in his fingers as he blew smoke out the window. His body was relaxed, and he seemed at peace at that moment. He had been embarrassed you had caught him.  

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Joe is a shower, not a grower. He is a big boy with above average in size cock, about 6.5 to 7 inches long. He is girthy enough that there is a definite stretch when he first enters you but nothing overwhelming.    

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

Joe has an above-average sex drive. He wants to have sex multiple times a week. He also goes through phases where he wants to spend days in the bedroom, inside of you. It does occasionally dip with bad cases at work or when his personal life feels out of control.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Joe tries to stay awake after, but he usually ends up falling asleep quickly. It’s hard for him not to when he is riding the high from his orgasm and your soft body is tucked into his. You can try to sneak out of bed to use the bathroom or grab a glass of water, but you will wake him. Joe is a light sleeper.  

Another one is done! I have been loving writing again. I think I might branch out and do some other SVU characters too. I started rewatching season 13 and I forgot how much I loved Nick Amaro- I'm not ashamed to admit I have it bad for Latino men! So anyways I have a few ideas for him too. I love Barba and Carisi too, but I think I would struggle writing for them. If you want me to attempt just let me know along with any request.

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Partners in Crime

Authors note: I know SVU doesn't get a lot of love here on Tumblr but I've been binge-watching and love Valasco so here we are!

Pairing: Joe Valasco x Reader (Fem)

Warnings: My god-awful writing, mentions of violence

"You're awake! How are you feeling?"

I tried to offer Rollins a small smile but could only wince as pain shot through my face, "Sore, very sore."

Amanda picked up a chair before setting it down next to my hospital bed and sitting down, "Well after the beating you took, sore is to be expected." 

I close my eyes and let my head fall back, letting what happened flow back into my mind. Working the case, getting the tip that Barban was going to be at this warehouse meeting where he wanted to see new talent, him being interested in me and then losing it, the pain for his hits and kicks, his hands wrapping around my neck, and I'm pretty sure I remember Joe coming in but that's when things start to get a little fuzzy.

"Did we catch him?"

Shaking her head, Amanda let out a sigh, "After you were made, we rushed in. Velasco was the first one in there and by the time the rest of us got in there, Barban was unconscious on the floor next to you, and his face took a pretty hard hit. We get you into an ambulance and off to the hospital then we get Barban loaded up and off to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, his bus got ambushed and someone helped him escape. We don't know where he is yet."

"So I look like this for nothing?" 

Amanda chuckles before reaching out and gently squeezing my bandaged hand, "We'll catch him."

I give her a nod before letting out a sigh, a feeling of uneasiness spreads throughout my body. Barban was the worst of the worst and having my cover blown was less than ideal. If he figured out I was a cop then he could figure anything out, he could figure me out. He could figure out where I lived, my family, what precinct I worked in, and who in my life meant something to me. 

Letting my head lull to the right, my gaze lands on Joe who was passed out on the tiny green recliner chair. 

 "He hasn't left since you got here. We've tried to get him to go home, to shower, to eat, to sleep, to take a break but he refuses to leave your side. I have never seen him like this or how he was when you were in the warehouse." 

Before I could say anything, her phone started to ring, "It's Olivia, I'm going to take this outside and tell your doctor that you're awake. You should wake him up." 

My eyes follow her as she leaves the room, quietly shutting the door behind her, before letting my gaze fall back to Joe. 

Slowly, I push myself up into a sitting position and gently move my legs over the side of the bed. Gripping the handrail of the bed and as soon as my feet touched the ground and I was standing, a whimper fell from me causing Joe's eyes to shoot open. 

He was over to me in record time, gently grabbing my forearm, "What're  you doing?"

Swallowing so maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad to talk, "I'm up, so you're up."

Joe tried to guide me back to sit down but I shake my head, "I want to stand for a little." He nods and his eyes take in my face before moving lower, no doubt checking the damage. 

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault."

I shake my head before tilting it to the side, "This is not your fault Joe."

"If I had been faster to get to you or if we had sent another UC in there with you, none of this would've happened." 

Reaching as high as I could without wincing, I place my hand on his chest, "Joe,  he figured me out, this is not your fault."

Leaning down, he gently places his forehead against mine, " When I got in there, he had his hands around your throat and you weren't moving and I couldn't tell if you were breathing. I thought I had lost you." 

"But you didn't." 

                                                                     **********

"Everything is looking good, the swelling has started to go down and will only continue to do so. The bruises will take a while to heal due to how significant they are. You can take your brace off your hand to shower but I want it on as much as possible. Take your pain meds as prescribed. If there are no questions, I will leave your discharge paperwork, leave you to get dressed, and send transportation to help you. Take care of yourself." 

Joe places a bag next to me on the bed before unzipping it, "I brought you some of my clothes because I thought you wouldn't want things rubbing against your bruises." 

I smile up at him, "Thank you."

Reaching into the bag, Joe takes out a pair of sweatpants before kneeling to the ground. Joe gently guides my legs through the leg holes before pulling the pants up to my knees. I grabbed the waistband of the pants while he gently wrapped an arm around my waist to help me stand from the bed. I tied the strings while Joe grabbed a white t-shirt from the bag. 

I take my arms out of the hospital's gown armholes and hold the gown to my gest. Joe tilts his head to the ceiling while I, as quick as I could, maneuver the shirt on. "You can look now." 

Joe shoots me a smile before going to open the door so the transportation guy can wheel the wheelchair in. Walking back over to me, Joe grabs my hands to help me sit in the chair, "By the way, you're staying with me until we catch Barban."

I went to argue but the look on his face told me that there was no way he was going to budge so I simply nodded.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

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Princess Treatment

Terry Bruno x reader x Joe Velasco Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome, oral, blowjobs, a little bit of spit, a little bit of semi derogatory praise/dirty talk, dirty talk, cum. I cannot believe this idea sat in the drafts for so long lol. This is also the first time I've written smut in a while so here's hoping it lives up to y'all's expectations lol. <3 5.5k

Being sent out of town for a work conference usually meant a private nice hotel room, a break from shitty precinct coffee and overcrowded bull pens and an excuse to indulge in good food since you could expense it later. While most of that applied to this case, there was still a bit of overcrowding. Due to a little bit of miscommunication back in New York and the hotel being fully booked up on their end, you’d ended up sharing a room with both Bruno and Velasco. At the very least, you were all friends and comfortable around each other that there wasn’t any awkwardness and the boys were nice enough to give you the ‘princess treatment’ and let you have the second bed to yourself the first two nights.

A day of lectures, speeches, networking and a fancy dinner later you’d retreated to cocktail hour at the hotel lounge. Work mode was still engaged, meandering around the bar pretending to be interested in the conversations when all you really wanted was to get a nice buzz on and hopefully get back to the room before the boys so you could take care of yourself and actually have a decent sleep tonight. On top of sharing the space and paper thin walls, the air conditioning was feeble at best and that certainly wasn’t helping combat the summer Arizona heat. You were finally able to pull yourself away from a far too long winded conversation to refill your drink before disappearing back upstairs. Letting yourself into the hotel room you let out a sigh, leaning back against the closed door as your eyes shut for a moment of peace now that you were finally alone.

Though your eyes flew open at the sound of a sultry giggle and your heart leapt in your chest when you realized you could hear the shower running. You reached for the door handle, thinking you’d caught one of the boys in the act as your eyes darted around the room for evidence before there was a thump on the wall that connected to the next hotel room, followed by the same giggle and you let out a breath. It was just the neighbours getting busy. You noticed Terry’s dress shirt tossed onto a space chair and deduced that he was the one in the shower, a soft rock playlist echoing from inside the bathroom that was much more on brand for him than Joe. Kicking off your shoes, you yanked down your dress pants to pull on your pj shorts, tossing your shirt in the direction of your suitcase, leaving you in the bralette you were planning on sleeping in to combat the heat.

As you settled on your bed and flicked on the television there was another thump on the wall behind your head, another small laugh followed by a muffled conversation. A moment later and instead of a giggle it was a soft moan and you couldn’t help but let out a groan, rolling your eyes. Incredibly thankful for your still full cocktail you picked it up off the nightstand, downing half of it as the noises on the other side of the wall continued to get more frequent. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you shifted on the bed, while the noises weren’t exactly welcomed, they were increasing the already heightened libido you’d been fighting off this weekend. Glancing toward the bathroom door you started to wonder when Terry had gotten in the shower and just how long he planned on being in there for. There was another moan on the other side of the wall, followed by a few soft swears and a little whimper and you felt yourself tingle in ways you were very much trying to avoid. You tugged your lip into your mouth, glancing toward the bathroom once again and were just about to slip your fingers into the waist band of your shorts when a beep echoed from the door and you nearly jumped, reaching out for your cocktail again.

“Hey.” Joe flashed a tired smile in your direction as he let the door fall shut behind him, already tugging the shirt off his body to toss in the direction of his bag. He stalled slightly, glancing back to you as his hands came to his belt buckle, “you mind?”

“Huh?” You barely pulled your eyes away from the television and he chuckled.

“Who am I kidding, you’re already in your underwear.” Another couple of seconds and he was stripped down to his briefs, wandering to the mini fridge to grab a beer while you drained the rest of your cocktail. He looked up at the sound of your straw scraping the bottom of the glass combined with a muffled noise he couldn’t quite make out, “what?”

“Neighbour’s got company.” You explained, nodding your head toward the wall.

“Great.” He muttered, grabbing a beer, “you want one?”

“Please.”

He tossed you the chilled can before retreated to the other bed, dropping against it and you couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye as he rolled the can against his neck to help cool down as he settled in. Right as he cracked open the beer there was a rather loud moan from the other side of the wall, followed by the sound of a spank and an even louder noise from the woman. An exaggerated chain of swears and moans began to come through the wall and Jose chuckled.

“Someone’s enjoying themselves.”

“Oh please.” You scoffed, “she’s showing off.”

“Yeah?” He raised a brow in your direction and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes.”

On the other side of the room the shower finally came to a stop, Terry stepping out wrapped in a towel a few minutes later. He was about to greet the two of you when the bedframe from the other room began colliding with the wall, the woman’s wails nowhere near natural and he huffed.

“Are they seriously still going at it?”

“Still?!” You whined, “it sounded like they just started.”

The banging on the wall increased, louder with each hit and you barely had time to wince before Terry pounded against the shared wall with his fist. Silence overtook the room for a couple of seconds, followed by muffled laughter until the moans started up again.

“Looks like no one’s getting any sleep tonight.” Bruno groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Great.” You muttered, taking a swig of your beer. You started to flick through the channels on the television to find something that would distract all three of you while the noises on the other side of the wall picked up, the bedframe hitting the wall again until there was a louder moan followed by silence.

“They finally tire each other out?” Joe asked quietly after a minute only to be proven wrong as a whine echoed through the wall.

“Oh fuck daaaddy…!!”

All three of you instantly grimaced and you downed the rest of your beer as Velasco swiped the remote from the nightstand, flipping through the menus until he found the pay per view channels. He barely even looked through the options, selecting one that instantly started playing.

“You really think that’s gonna help?” You asked, shuffling down to the foot of the bed to toss the empty can into the recycling.

“Hey, if you can’t be them, beat them.”

Neither you nor Terry were paying enough attention to correct him, your eyes flicking over to the television screen as Joe turned it up, the volume nearly rivalling that of your neighbours.

“Please tell me there’s more beer.” Terry asked with a groan, his eyes lingering on your chest as you bent over to grab three from the fridge, handing one to him and tossing one to Joe before your gaze landed on the screen.

“Christ, you really had to go with Owen Gray?”

“What?” Joe asked, his brow furrowing as Terry chuckled, stepping closer to you.

“You like Owen Gray?” He asked.

“What’s not to like?! I mean—” you stalled glancing back toward Joe, “wait, what did you just say?”

“What?” He replied.

“No, before that.”

“If you can’t be them, beat them?” He repeated, pulling a small laugh from both you and Terry.

“Velasco that’s not the saying.” He offered, cracking open his beer.

“Okay?” His eyes darted between the two of you, lingering on the television in the background as the scene started to pick up.

“It’s if you can’t beat them…” you began, lips curving up into a smirk as you glanced between the boys, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your eyes flicked back to the tv before landing on Joe again, “join them…”

“You suggestin’ what I think you are?” He asked, his eyes darkening.

“You two claim you know what the princess treatment is, time to put your money where your mouth is.”

Terry chuckled, stepping closer to you and your eyes landed back on him, “I think that’s definitely something we can do.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, grin on your lips, not noticing Joe moving off the bed behind you, “you think you can make me moan louder than that?” Your head nodded to the wall where the offending noises were still coming from and Terry laughed again.

“Princess believe me,” he leant in, his lips ghosting over your jaw and you felt your breath catch in your throat, “we’ll have you screaming louder than that before you know it.”

“Yeah…” Joe chuckled, his hands hot on your bare midriff as he caged you in from behind, “entire floor’ll know just how good you feel.”

A breathy sigh left your lips at the feeling of Jose’s lips meeting your neck, leaving gentle kisses against your skin as Terry nudged at your chin, tilting your face back to his and your eyes fluttered open, “you boys better keep up on your promises.”

“Oh you know we will.” He smirked, “we’re men of our word after all.”

Before you could berate him for talking to much he leant in, capturing your lips with his and you let out a moan into the kiss, your arms lazily looping around his shoulders while Velasco tightened his grip on your middle, pulling you tighter to him. Terry’s tongue slid across the seam of your lips and you easily parted them, granting him access to your mouth to deepen the kiss. One of your hands slid into his hair, threading through the curly locks and pulling ever so lightly.

You could feel the heat coming off of Joe’s body behind you as he stepped closer to you, his teeth scraping across your skin as he made a home in the crook of your neck, hell bent on leaving you with a mark to remember this by. His hands started to wander, ghosting across your skin until one of them settled right under your breast, thumb threatening to brush upwards and you arched your back into the touch, earning a dark chuckle from him.

“You’re a needy little thing aren’t you?” He husked into your ear and you whined into the kiss, earning a chuckle from him.

Joe’s hands crept upwards, groping your chest, practically groaning into your neck at the way your body arched directly into the touch and a second later your bralette was pushed up, exposing your flesh to the cool air. His fingers pinched your nipples, hardening them to peaks, rolling the nubs between his forefinger and thumbs until you were moaning into the kiss, practically grinding back against him. Terry broke the kiss, his lips trailing across your jaw to the opposite side of your neck, teeth scraping at your skin and Joe made quick work of the bralette, leaving you topless between them.

“Fuck…” you groaned as Velasco’s fingers deftly played with your chest, pinching your nipples away from your chest and Terry managed to pull himself away from your neck for a moment, feeling himself twitch at the sight of you topless before him.

“God, you should see her tits.” He muttered to the other man who let out a low chuckle.

“I just knew they had to be nice.” His lips brushed against your skin before his teeth nipped at your neck and your breath caught in your throat. “Bet that’s not the only pretty thing about her.” Joe murmured, one of his hands sliding down your stomach, and you instantly relaxed against him, letting your legs spread as his hand sunk between them. “Bet this fuckin’ pussy is gorgeous.” His hand retracted before spanking you over your shorts and you gasped, a near whimper leaving your lips as your body rocked toward the touch.

“Fuck…”

“Oh you like that?” The dark haired man teased as Terry continued to suck at your neck, “you’re this riled up already?” His hand returned between your legs, palming at you through your shorts and you couldn’t help but grind down onto him, little mewls escaping your lips.

“Touch me… please..” Your asked breathlessly, earning chuckles from both men.

Velasco moved his free hand to your waist, bracing you against him while Terry’s moved to your chest, taking his turn to grope at you, thumbs flicking over your nipples. The hand Joe had between your legs palmed at you one more time, pressing as hard as he could against your clit over your shorts before shifting them to the side and his fingers dragged through your bare cunt. You shivered between them, feeling yourself pulsing already as your folds became slicker with your juices.

“God she’s so fucking wet already.” Joe laughed.

“Yeah?” Terry glanced at you, curling a finger under your chin to catch your gaze with a smirk on his lips, “you’ve been sitting here listening to those two fucking? Getting all wet, hot and bothered, wishing it was you getting your needy little holes filled?”

You whined in response, Joe’s fingers continuing to lazily toy with your cunt, only smearing your juices around, not touching you where you wanted it most. When your head fell back on his shoulder again he pulled his hand away, spanking your cunt harder this time.

“Answer him princesa.”

“Y-yes!”

“You touch yourself?” Joe asked, his breath incredibly hot on your neck as his fingers continued to torment you.

“Almost.”

“Shame.” Terry chuckled, “that would’ve been a sight to see.”

“Is that what you want now?” Joe nipped at your neck, “to touch yourself?

“No!” You nearly cried, “you! I want you two.”

“Yeah?” Terry stepped forward, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking at it, nipping at your supple skin, relishing in the small groan that left the back of your throat and the way your body arched toward him. Standing up, he curled a finger under your chin, “what is it you want sweetheart? I mean, we could just touch you and be done for the night.” He nearly laughed at how instantly you shook your head, a worried look on your face, “I definitely want a taste of you, but I think you might enjoy our cocks the most.”

“Fuck, please. Oh please!” You begged, your lips pouting as his eyes darkened. Your head was quick to roll back onto Velasco’s shoulder as two of his fingers sunk into your pussy and you let out a low moan. “oh god…”

He thrusted a few times, coating his fingers in your slick before slipping them out and raising them to your lips. You obediently sucked them into your mouth, cleaning them of the juices as you groaned over your taste. As he pulled them from your mouth his hand instantly wrapped around your jaw, keeping your lips wide.

“Good girl.” He purred, glancing up towards the other man, “if you want our cocks you’re gonna have to show us just how badly you want them.” He gave Bruno a tiny nod, and the blonde dropped the towel around his waist, cock springing free, half hard between his legs as he started to palm at it. Joe craned your neck back just far enough, his mouth right over yours as he spat into it, still holding your jaw open so your saliva was pooling between your lips. He tilted your head down towards Bruno, “spit in his hand so he can get his cock nice and wet.”

Your head tilted down towards Terry’s outstretched hand, spitting the mixture of saliva’s and your wetness into his, watching with eager wide eyes as he began to stroke himself, smearing the wetness around his thick cock. He pumped his hand a few times, watching the way your pupils dilated with a smirk on his lips. Behind you, Joe’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you backwards until he was toppling down onto the foot of the bed and you could feel his cock pressed between his stomach and your back. His hands began to roam your body again, pinching at your chest and ghosting between your legs until you were shivering in his arms. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties, shoving them down your legs and Terry was eager to pull them the rest of the way off, hands gliding up your legs, spreading them apart. You let out a low whine, your pussy pulsing around nothing as need burst through you.

“Open up.” Joe husked into your ear, his hand gliding up your neck before his thumb pulled your chin down, “I can think of a better use of that mouth than whining.”

Terry chuckled, stepping closer to the two of you as you leant forward, lips parted for him, “that’s it.” One hand cupped the side of your cheek while the other continued to stroke his cock, “keep that pretty mouth open.”

With Joe’s arm wrapped sturdily around your waist you were able to angle yourself perfectly to wrap your lips around Terry’s cock, sinking down inch by inch until it was buried in your mouth. He let out a soft groan above you, hand tangling into your hair as you began to bob on his cock. Your tongue swirled around, tracing the veins, flicking at the head and his small groans turned louder, fingers tightening in your hair.

“Fuck that’s good, baby.” He grunted, unable to control his hips as he started gently thrusting into your mouth.

Behind you, Velasco’s hand snuck down your body, beginning to lazily play with your clit and you moaned around Terry’s cock, pulling a hiss from him as the vibrations sent pleasure coursing through him. His sounds only urged you on, moving faster, sucking harder around him, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You nudged even further, sinking his length as deep into your mouth as you could, holding there as his fingers tugged at your hair. Terry felt himself throb inside your warm mouth and when he glanced down he was met with the sight of drool pooling in the corners of your mouth as you gagged around him, your hips jumping backwards towards Joe as he continued to toy with you. The moment your hand reached up and gently cupped his balls was when it was almost too much for him, pre-cum leaking out of the tip of his cock, sliding down your throat. With a reluctant groan the hand in your hair tugged you off him, a gasp escaping your lips as he did.

“So good at that.” He husked, thrusting back between your lips only to pull himself fully out again a few more times as Joe increased the pressure on your clit.

“More…” You begged and both the men chuckled darkly.

“I did say I wanted a taste.”

Joe’s hands instantly slid over your ass, wrapping around the backs of your thighs and yanked you upwards in his lap, your knees bending as he spread your legs even wider for the other man. Terry dropped to his knees in front of you, surging forward to lick a broad stripe through your cunt, tongue flicking your clit before he dove in between your legs. You couldn’t help but let your head fall back onto Joe’s shoulder, already whimpering and moaning at the way your pussy was fluttering. Terry’s tongue sunk into you, groaning over your taste, his lips moving against you perfectly, your breath picking up with each pass of his tongue. A hand came to thread into his hair, holding him even tighter to your pussy, urging him on and he eagerly accepted. His nose brushed your clit and you gasped, hips jolting up to the touch and Terry was quick to follow that sign, his lips wrapping around your clit.

“Oh god!” Your eyes scrunched shut as pleasure sparked beneath your skin, “fuck, don’t stop.”

Your body shuddered, juices dribbling from your throbbing cunt down onto Joe’s thigh and he chuckled, “think she likes that.”

Terry responded with a grunt against your body, the vibrations pulling another moan from your lips as his hand snuck between your thighs. In one swift movement he was able to slide two fingers into you, thrusting them back and fourth in time with the flick of his tongue. A sheen of sweat broke out on your skin as you began to pant, pussy clenching down around his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck!”

Joe could feel your thighs trembling under his hands, the way they threatened to push against him as if you could even try to close your legs right now. As much as he wanted to truly get his hands on you he knew the moment he unpinned you, you’d lose what little muscle control you had left so he resorted to sucking on your neck again. His teeth sinking into your sensitive skin, tongue soothing the burn but only for a second before he was biting you again, his lips suctioning around the growing mark to make it even darker. His fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs and you were certain your neck wasn’t the only place you were going to have marks in the morning. Your body kept grinding between the two men, hips pressing forward to thrust your needy cunt toward Terry’s mouth and hands, cries of pleasure escaping you when he crooked his fingers.

“Right there!”

The noises you were making were going straight to both men’s dicks, Joe could feel himself absolutely throbbing behind you, pre-cum dampening his briefs, leaking through to a cool patch on your otherwise burning skin. His lips traced up your neck, marking you in as many spots as he could, practically growling into your ear as his hands pulled your thighs even wider. You skin was ablaze as Terry curled his fingers again, pressing harder and longer against the sensitive spot inside you and you could feel yourself pulsing around him, juices leaking down his wrist. His mouth suctioned harder around your clit with one final press of his digits and that was all it took to have you coming around his fingers, body shaking in Joe’s arms as his teeth scraped against your skin.

“Jesus! Fuck!” Your moans bounced off the walls of the hotel room as you shuddered, beginning to go slack when Joe dropped your legs and Terry let out a low swear, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth as he got to his feet. You looked up at him with wide, begging eyes, “please…”

He chuckled at the pout forming on your lips, the one that grew larger when Velasco slid out from under you, letting your back hit the mattress.

“Oh princess… you didn’t think I was gonna let you out of here without fucking you, did you?” He stepped back toward the edge of the bed, finger tips trailing through your folds, “you think I’d do that to myself? To Joe here?” He spread your pussy lips wide, eyes dropping to it as it glistened in the low light, “get you all nice and soaked, listen to how gorgeous you sound when you come to what? Never hear it again?”

Joe had shifted off the side of the bed, ridding himself of his briefs with a shuddering groan as his cock sprung free, hard against his stomach, leaking with pre-cum. The sight of your pussy was one thing, but the noises coming from it as Terry continued to toy with you were on a whole different level.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy,” Terry stated, gently spanking it, “and Joe’s gonna fuck your mouth, alright?” Hand wrapped around his cock, the tip of it brushed against your clit, making you shudder and he thrust himself a couple of times, smearing your juices. “Think I’m gonna come all over your tits.” He said, more to himself though he glanced up at Joe, “what about you?”

A near growl left the back of Joe’s throat, his eyes trained between your legs, “wanna come all over that fuckin’ pussy.”

“That alright with you?”

“Yes!” You practically yelped, nodding furiously, “yes please!” You shifted just enough, your head rolling to the side to face Joe with your lips parted, “just fuck me!”

Neither of them wasted any time, Joe immediately sinking into your wet mouth, eyes shutting the second your lips were wrapped around him and he could already feel himself twitching at the way your tongue danced against him. Terry wrapped his hand around his cock, sinking slowly into you until your hips met his and he let out a low moan, one that you matched, though muffled around the other man’s length.

The two of them somehow set a near identical rhythm, thrusting in and out of you with soft grunts and groans. You weren’t entirely sure whose hands were where on your body, your tits and clit constantly played with, sparking fire throughout your veins. Had you not been so focused on sucking off Joe you were sure you would have been a complete mess between them in a matter of seconds. Your hand reached up, wrapping around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, squeezing softly and you felt Joe throb between your lips, the saltiness of his pre-cum dripping down your throat and you eagerly swallowed it down.

Terry’s thumb began rubbing your clit, barely pressing against it as he fucked deeper into you, his cock dragging over your walls and you could feel every vein and ridge hitting each spot inside you. Someone tweaked at your nipples, pinching hard and a loud moan broke free of your lips, Joe’s cock popping out and he swore. Your eyes fluttered open to catch his gaze as you stroked him, tits swaying in rhythm of the other man fucking you, your lips parted as you panted.

“Fuck that’s good.” He groaned, his cock pulsing in your hand and you whined causing his lips to curve up into a smirk, “you like that, huh?” His hips began thrusting into your hand, “like the way Terry’s fucking you? You take his cock so good,” a moment later and your lips were back wrapped around him, taking his dick deep into your throat, “such a good little cock slut, aren’t you?” His hand tangled into your hair, holding you down as he lazily fucked your mouth.

“Fuckin’ needy pussy.” Terry grunted, feeling how tightly you were clenching around him already, “just fucking soaked. Like being used like this, don’t you?” His hips met yours with another powerful thrust and you let out a loud whimper.

“Yes! Fuck!” Your hands clawed at the bedspread, “oh god Terry!” You moaned, hips jumping off the bed when his fingers returned to your clit, “feels so good!”

“Yeah?” He circled his hips, the head of his cock brushing your g-spot and you cried out, “you gonna come for me? Come all over my cock like a good little slut?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, pussy pulsing around him as your lips wrapped back around Joe’s cock, twitching between your lips.

You could feel the wet mess between your legs, slick dripping down your thighs, smearing where your bodies met, spit leaking from the corner of your mouth as Joe continued to pump his cock down your throat. Sparks danced beneath your skin, driving the fire hotter and hotter deep in your stomach until the coil burst and you couldn’t help but moan loudly, swears leaving your lips as you came hard, squeezing so tightly around Terry that he swore, stilling his hips as he willed himself not to come.

“Fuck.” He grunted, reluctantly pulling out of you and moving to swap spots with Velasco, “god princess, that pussy’s so fucking tight when you’re coming for us.” His eyes darkened at the way you were still shivering on the bed, your eyes fluttering as pleasure soared through you, juices dribbling out of your swollen cunt.

You could feel Joe’s hands on your thighs, spreading you wide for him and your eyes shot open when he thrust himself deep into your throbbing pussy.

“Oh fuck!” The cry left your lips completely unwillingly as Joe set a brutal pace, he’d had enough of his cock aching, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep in your warm cunt. His hands gripped your thighs, small grunts coming from the back of his throat as he fucked deeper and deeper into you, each thrust harder than the one before, bringing a more high pitched whimper or moan from your lips.

Beside you Terry groaned, fisting his cock faster, his hand squeezing tighter, knowing he didn’t have much longer to go. The noises you were making were more than enough to push him over the edge and he swore quietly as his cum shot out, painting your tits in stripes of white.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Joe groaned, his attention jumping from your cum painted tits down to between your legs when you squeezed around him, “Jesus Christ princesa. You do that again and you’re gonna make me come already.”

You had just enough energy left to giggle and if Joe had more strength he would’ve scolded you, luckily Terry was just recovered enough to reach out, pinching at your clit sharply before rolling it between his fingers. A loud groan left your lips as your head dropped back onto the bed and Terry spanked your clit, causing your body to jump up toward the touch.

“Fuck…”

“I know you’re close,” he urged, knowing just how slick Joe’s cock was each time he pulled out of your sopping cunt, “come again, let Joe feel how fucking incredible it is.”

Terry spat onto your clit, using the extra wetness as lubrication, his fingers rubbing hard and fast on the swollen nub.

“Fuck! That’s good.” Joe grunted, his hips beginning to falter at how tightly you were squeezing around him.

“Mmm…” you whined, “mm c-coming…”

Your pussy pulsated, tingling sparks through your entire body as another orgasm crashed over you so intensely your juices came dripping out around Joe who barely had enough time to pull out, watching the way they soaked the duvet.

“Fuck..” he muttered, hand quickly wrapping around his cock, jerking himself the rest of the way to his peak, cum spurting out onto your pussy. His hands dropped to your sides, caging you into the bed as he panted, pressing messy wet kisses to your stomach as your chest heaved. “Shit, baby.”

He crawled over you, lifting you up the bed so you could relax against the pillows before he collapsed beside you, Terry dropping down onto your other side.

“Holy fuck.” You muttered, a small laugh leaving your lips, “you boys know how to hold up your end of a bargain.”

Terry laughed, a hand swatting at your thigh before squeezing it, “we’d never let ya down, you know that.”

“Yeah.” Joe grinned, “added bonus, seems like that shut the neighbours up.”

The three of you burst into laughter, only to be silenced a moment later by a banging on the wall. A near frenzied quiet took over the room while you stifled a giggle, your pulse still racing from the sex never mind the embarrassment of how loud you’d been sinking in. You thought you were in the clear until a soft moan echoed through from the other side of the wall and Terry let out an annoyed groan, shoving a pillow over his head.

“Hey, don’t complain yet.” Joe laughed, turning to you with darkening eyes, “the night’s young. We can play this game until our little princess has screamed so much her throat is hoarse.”

“Oh really?” You raised a brow in his direction as Terry lifted the pillow off his face.

“Yeah.” The dark haired man began crawling back down the bed, his cock already stiffening between his legs, “we’re gonna make you come until you’re begging us to stop. And I’m gonna start by eating you out until my jaw fucking cramps.”

With a devilish grin, he disappeared between your legs and a breathy moan left your lips, silenced by Terry’s mouth on yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth as the three of you geared up for the next round.

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Octavio Pisano as Jose 'Joe' Velasco in Law & Order: SVU 25.10

[daddydoddsjr]

If the Law and Order people wanted to impress someone on a date, what would they go for?

Pairings || Law and Order SVU characters x GN!Reader

Contents/Warnings || First date fluff, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety sorta

Authors Note || sorry that asks are coming out slowly, i’ve been hyperfixating on a different fandom :’)

Rafael Barba

Flowers on the first date kinda man

Would take you somewhere expensive

Probably a quiet, fancy restaurant where the two of you could have nice conversations in a calm environment

Refuses to let you pay, not even half

If it’s going well, he’d maybe want to walk around the city afterwards so your conversations can continue

He definitely planned all of this to try to be impressive

Sonny Carisi

Instead of a restaurant, he’d want to cook for you

His cooking skills are impressive enough

But he also impresses you just by being himself— an attentive listener and a perfect gentleman

Doesn’t mean he’s not freaking out on the inside, though

You can tell

Probably would google how to impress someone on a first date tbh

Olivia Benson

Hybrid bookstore/coffee shop date

Isn’t really worried about “impressing” you, so she just acts as she normally would

Would want to pay for your coffee though

And unintentionally impresses you by the amount of books she’s read and the conversations she makes

But who wouldn’t be impressed by her in general anyways?

Amanda Rollins

Paint and sip class !!

She’s confident and isn’t very nervous

The sip part of the class definitely helps calm any nerves that arise

Thinks the paint and sip is fun for a first date

And hopes maybe it’s just a little impressive

Fin Tutuola

Wouldn’t be great at planning the date himself

Either Olivia helps or you’re the one planning the date

He’s also definitely more nervous than he says he is

Despite this, he impresses you with how funny he is

Also offers to pick you up to go wherever you decide

And pay for anything, or at least split costs if you try to decline his offer

Joe Velasco

Dinner date at his favourite restaurant

Really, really hopes you like the food as much as he does

Possibly a nightcap afterwards so you’ll have more time to talk and continue the date

He tries a little too hard to impress you by trying to show off his knowledge on any subject you bring up

But you can tell he’s anxious

But the fact that he’s trying so hard is cute

Elliot Stabler

Central park date

Walking around a bit, sitting and talking on a bench, getting drinks and food from any food carts that are around

Tries to impress you by paying for anything you want and being attentive

He’s a little awkward

And protective despite it being the first date

[adarafaelbarba]

Paoa Joe having doubts

He’s never felt doubt like this since the early stages of your relationship when he thought he wasn’t good enough for you.

But now as he stands in the nursery with a crying baby in his arms, wondering how it got to this. He hates the feeling. It’s his daughter, she’s half him and half you. So why won’t she settle?

After an hour she tired herself out from screaming and Joe can finally put her in her crib. He watches her sleep with tears forming in his eyes.

You find him crying on the couch. “Baby what’s wrong?” Worry instantly washing over you.

“I don’t know if I’m cut out for this.” His voice trembling. All the little things he’d been feeling since the news broke about you being pregnant started to wash over him.

“What?”

He looks up at you, tears still in his eyes. “Sofia was screaming for over an hour before finally falling asleep from exhaustion. The fact that the cops haven’t shown up on a welfare check is crazy to me.” He was rambling, and you hurried over to him to hold his face in your hand.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, she’s normally not like this.”

“Just like this with me. It’s okay amor, I get it. She’s getting bad vibes from me.”

You made him look at you again, shaking your head. “I’ve been putting her to bed every night for 6 months. She was probably really tired and not aware that I wouldn’t be there for bedtime tonight. She just needs some getting used to other bedtime routines is all.”

When he didn’t respond you climbed up on his lap and hugged him close, whispering comforting words to him.

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Muncy: We had slushies i had a red one

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Churlish: oh

Churlish: OH

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Joe Velasco (NSFW!): Football  

You feel out of place in the doorway of his apartment, unsure if you should knock or simply turn around and go home. After a long, awful day at the forensics lab, your mood left a lot to be desired. Your mind whirled as you stared blankly at the door to his apartment. A food delivery man heading back to the elevator snapped your attention back. He eyed you strangely and you realized he had already gone down the hall and delivered his food while you had yet to knock. The sudden rise of awkwardness propelled you into motion knocking decisively on the door.  

It took less than a minute for it to open. Joe took up the entire space in the frame in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. You couldn’t help but notice the bulge after an obligatory glance and the fact that he was probably not wearing anything underneath them flashed through your mind. He leaned out of the door frame raising his eyebrows as he surveyed the delivery guy who had been staring and now was scurrying towards the elevator at the sight of Joe’s effective but harsh cop evaluating once over. His green eyes then trailed over you, catching your still wet and now stained shirt. He opened his mouth but before he could speak you cut him off with a monotone, “The new guy gifted my shirt with his coffee.” His lip quirked and you continued, “It’s not funny tonight.” His expression immediately smoothed but a furrow came to his eyebrows instead. You were acting out of character, usually, you were easy to laugh, especially at yourself.  

The look seared into you forcing explanations to fall from your lips. “I’m sorry, I’ve had an awful day. I’m tired.” You start backing away not able to meet his eyes as you start to turn “I should have just gone home.” You had barely started to turn when his warm hand grasped your forearm gently but firmly enough to stop you and urge you to turn back to him. 

“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay.” His hand cupped your cheek guiding you to look up at him, “You don’t have to go. I don’t want you to. You’re allowed to be upset and still come to see me.” You could feel the warmth of his body heat and the smell of his body wash from a recent shower. He was trying to guide you into his apartment. You halfheartedly tried to stop him. 

“Joe, I appreciate it, but I don’t want to ruin your night. I can come by another night.” He smoothed the hair falling out of your bun behind your ear.  

“You are not going to ruin my night. You could never ruin my night. I’m happy your here and I want you to stay.” His green eyes locked you as he stroked your cheek. “But if you really want to go home, I won’t stop you, but I will insist on driving you there.” You sighed as your eyes trailed over his naked torso and sweatpants. You and Joe had been seeing each other for almost four months. There was no label, but you knew that there was no way he would let you just leave. It would only interrupt his night further by forcing him to get changed and leave after he had clearly already settled in for the night. You sigh, shifting uncertainly. “Can I use your shower?” 

The water was hot, but it wasn’t soothing in the way that you hoped it would be. You had stuck to only rinsing off not willing to attempt to wash your hair with the 3 in 1 soap that Joe had. You had heard him come in a while before, but he had left without trying to join you. He had left one of his blue Henely's which you pulled on after drying yourself. You walked out of the bathroom to see the TV in the living room playing a soccer game and an open bottle of beer sitting on the coffee table. You walked into the kitchen to find Joe standing over the sink. Your white blouse soaking in water. You thank him, feeling tears prick your eyes. The kind gesture was much more than you were used to. “I can hear you thinking.” The apology left your lips before you could comprehend it. “I have something that will cure that.” He led you to the living room and sprawled across the couch before urging you to lay down in front of him. 

He pulled you against him, arms wrapping around you. His sandalwood scent was consuming your senses. He whispered in your ear directing you to watch the game. When you told him skeptically that you didn’t think that watching a soccer game was going to help you. He chuckled, “First off, this is football, not that shit that you guys call football but play with your hands. And trust me, baby, it's exactly what you need to shut that head of yours off. You have too many tabs open in your brain and it’s time to close them. The game is simple and doesn’t take much thought. Just pay attention to the ball.”  

You huff but try to pay attention to the game as directed. You found yourself watching the ball but not processing anything in the game. Maybe that is why it took a while for your mind to catch up to the sensation your body was feeling. Joe’s hands rubbing your back, his face nuzzling into your shoulder. You could feel the scratch of his stubble against the tender skin there as he peppered kisses and rubbed his face against your neck and cheek. It would leave you with a beard burn tomorrow but now the slight sting on the sensitive skin was sending pleasure echoing down your body. His mouth was hot and wet sucking on your skin. 

One of his calloused hands had rooted under his oversized shirt you were wearing pushing it up your stomach in search of your breast. Clever fingers found a nipple and stroked it before pinching. You groaned pushing your ass back against him. You could feel the bugle of his cock, but he stilled your hips with a firm grip. He tusked at you whispering huskily into your ear that you were supposed to be watching the game. One of his thick thighs slid in between your legs leaving just enough space for one of his hands to slide between to rub at your rapidly damping pussy. One hand massaged your breast while the other moved to rub at your clit. Time moved in a haze, your body alighted with sensation, and you were unsure if it took mere minutes or much longer for his long fingers to finally enter you and start pumping. He found a smooth unhurried rhythm and curled his fingers into a deliciously sensitive spot. His palm pressed against your clit, and you started to move your hips gently grinding into his hand. 

You could feel your orgasm building in your lower stomach. A fire that was slowly but heartily gaining intensity. Joe could feel your body reacting, tensing with the buildup. He knew you were getting close. The hand that had been preoccupied with your nipples and breast slid upwards coming to rest against your throat. You arched into his hand, gripping at his forearm to encourage him to tighten his grip. He obliged and you moan a few moments later when your body shakes with your release. He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you working you through your orgasm. You start to say something, you're not even sure what when his fingers that were just inside you press against your lips sliding them into your mouth. You moan as you lick then suck, tasting yourself. He hushes you reminding you that he is trying to watch the game. 

Over the next two hours Joe deliberately and methodically melts your brain. You lose count of the number of times that he has made you orgasm on his fingers as you lay spooning on his couch. Your body had loosened, becoming boneless and complaisant against his. When his hands rest idle on your stomach or searching your skin, he presses his thigh against your core allowing you to rock against him. His sweatpants and your thighs are soaked with your juices.  

Your brain blissfully shuts down, and the thousands of tabs running in your mind close. You’re pleasure drunk and are actively watching the football game in between rounds of Joe’s teasing. There is no talking between the two of you except Joe whispering words you can’t make out in Spanish and sometimes hushing you encouraging you to focus back on the game. You are unsure why he wants you to watch so badly, but you oblige him regardless. You think that he has successfully made it your favorite sport to watch in less than one game. Even months later you still won’t be able to figure out if it’s because you truly like it or if your brain just unknowingly connects it with the overwhelming pleasure that he had brought you.  

The game ends but neither of you makes any move to get up. You are languid in his embrace. “Did you enjoy the game? Your head turns off for a bit?” You laugh softly and agree. He urges you to turn to face him and gives you a passionate hot kiss. You groan leaning into him as he rolls himself on top of you, sliding between your thighs. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you through his sweatpants. “Good, it was nice to have someone to watch it with.” There was a catch to his tone, a sadness in his green eyes that pulled at you. A loneliness that was etched deep. Joe didn’t give you time to process what you had seen as he started kissing down your body. “I’ve been waiting to taste you,” 

You’re practically naked, the shirt had been pushed up to your ribs not long after you had laid down. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down your stomach and just before he reached your core turned to lick the mess he had caused on your thighs. He bites down on your inner thigh, no doubt leaving a bruise before finally making his way back up to your core. You groaned arching into him as he sucked on your clit. “Fuck Jose,” You hiss your pussy is swollen and overstimulated from the orgasms.  

“Can you handle more baby? I just want one more.” Your answer is peeling his sweats down his body, grabbing a handful of his toned ass. His hard cock jumps leaking precum over his stomach. He groans as you gasp him firmly rubbing his arousal over the tip causing him to shudder against you. He moves back up to kiss your lips before reaching for the drawer of the coffee table and pulling out a condom. He rolls it over his length, pumping himself a few times before nestling himself between your thighs cock prodding your entrance.  

He had worked you up so well that he slid in easily with one thrust. You both groan at the tight fit, your walls clenching around him. The sex is much like the earlier foreplay, slow and deliberate. It doesn’t last too long with how long Joe had been holding back, but it doesn’t need to. Your body is putty in his hands, sensitive and clenching around his dick. Your hands travel his back feeling the rippling muscles underneath tan skin marred with white scars. He rubs at your clit while you scratch at his hips trying to get him to move faster. He is stubborn in his maddeningly slow pace. You come hard clenching tightly around him biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He groans, his pace quickening and turning sloppy as he comes pressing deeper into you. 

He lies with you for a moment, sharing your air and trying to catch his breath. All too soon he is giving you a sweet forehead kiss and getting to take care of the condom. You get up to clean yourself, using the bathroom. He comes in not long after to brush his teeth and steer you to bed. You lay together your body still humming with all the endorphins firing. You stroke his arms feeling your body flush from his body heat. “Thank you, Joe. I needed that.” 

He chuckled tugging playfully at your hair. “Sometimes una chica bonita solo necesita un poco más de atención and football.”  

There it is folks, my first SVU imagine, and it had to be with my main man Joe Velasco. I appreciate any feedback! I’m just getting back into the swing of writing. I have a lot I want to write for Velasco including some head cannons that I want to explore.    

Translation: a pretty girl just needs a little extra attention 

Note about translation: I don't speak Spanish, and this is from Google Translate. So, it may be incorrect. Please let me know if it isn't and I will correct it. Thanks all!            

[svu-barisi]

Source: Today