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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: FaceTime{One-Shot}***

Zeeko Zaki x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, FaceTime Sex, NSFW AT ALL, SMUUUUUTTTT, Self Pleasure, DO NOT READ AT WORK, NOT FILTHY BUT RAUNCHY

Words: 2.5k

Summary: With the new season of FBI currently filming during the world’s climate, the PTB has decided that the cast are all to social distance in a designated hotel where they can be tracked to lessen any unnecessary exposure. You and Zeeko have been together for just under a year, and you’re still in the honeymoon stage, and he’s been “consciously distancing” for five weeks now.

Note: Thanks to a video from Zeeko’s IG stories, this little nugget came to mind.

I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading!!! ❤️❤️

***Loosley Edited/proofread***

“As you guys can see, this is my home away from home for the next three months, then a two-month break and right back into it,” he said as he walked around the hotel suite with his phone filming his surroundings for the live he was currently shooting.

He walked from the living area to the open kitchen then showed off the view of downtown Manhattan. As he walked through the suite, he showed the two other rooms then made it to the bedroom.

“And this is the bedroom,” he said as he jumped onto the bed. When he turned the camera onto himself, he groaned and leaned back onto the pillows.

“As you can see, they are taking good care of us due to the current pandemic. I’ve been here for—five weeks, a little over five weeks actually, and yes, I’m going absolutely insane.”

He read the comments as they rolled in and made a mental note as to which ones to answer.

AriaTheGreat: Zeeko, I love you on FBI. You’re soo hot.

Cheesing like no one’s business, he slightly bowed his head. “Uh—AriaTheGreat, thank you for that compliment. I’m glad you’re tuning in, and thank you for that.”

BertoCrushesQuads: Bro, you look like you eat lean and crush it in the gym. I dig your workout stories. Always pushing me to step my game up.

“BertoCrushesQuads, Thank you, bro. Honestly, there’s this little competition between my brother and me regarding the gym and the weights so, yeah. I do like to eat lean things and try to stay on task there, but I’m Egyptian—so yeah.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that bit.

As he got a little more comfortable in the bed, he continued to read through the incoming comments.

Y/NInTheseSheets: How are you surviving being in isolation? Are you lonely?

His smile got so wide when he saw your name; he couldn’t contain himself. He now looked like a child on Christmas morning. You always commented and liked his pictures, reposted his stories, and even popped into his lives always with your secret account. You used this account to mainly stan for him.

“Uh—Y/NInTheseSheets, cute name. I’m taking it one day at a time. It definitely can get lonely.

The comments flew in about ways to relieve loneliness and even those bold ones volunteering to help him with that. It was still wild for him to think about how his life had changed sometimes. One of the changes he was most grateful for was your role in his life. A year-long flirtation turned to no commitment dates, and those turned to an accidental kiss that neither of you could go back from once it happened because that kiss led to your first night together.

Now almost a year from that first kiss, he was still in that honeymoon phase with you. He always wanted to be around you, kiss you, talk to you, lay with you. It was impossible not to think about you, and now that he’d seen you on the live, there was no way he was going to be able to go over his lines for tomorrow.

Y/NInTheseSheets: These Sheets are cold.

Biting his bottom lip, he looked right into the camera and nodded.

“I hear you,” he said before he skimmed the other comments trying to keep his cool.

HoeFoFlo: You should hook up with Florian and hit the gym. Can you talk about meltdown!! 🥵

“HoeFoFlo, wow. Really creative name. You know something, we actually met a few months ago. He’s a cool dude and a monster in the gym.”

PatriciaMac: @HoeFoFlo whaddya know I’m a hoe for that man too. You’re right; I’d love to see a live of the two of you in the gym together. I’d lose my shit. 😏

Y/NInTheseSheets: Would love to do some hoe things right about now. 😛

His jaw dropped, and he forgot where he was and what he was doing for almost a full minute. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard. That was all it took for his member to stir. Pushing forward, he tried to keep talking to the six thousand people that were currently watching. He didn’t want to think more about what you were doing. He was sure you were lying in bed, fresh out the shower, probably still naked. He tried to stifle the moan when he thought of how you smelled, but he wasn’t successful at all.

PrettyGirlLeena: @Y/NInTheseSheets saaaaame! Just looking at him makes me squirm. My lady parts are all tingly.

Y/NInTheseSheets: Tingliness is the least of my problems with my lady parts. 💦💦💦

Oh god, he thought. You were trying to kill him or have someone screen record something that he wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of.

Y/NInTheseSheets: You just drive me crazy when you touch on it. Got my legs up, hands up, at attention.

“There are some good things that are coming up this season for you guys. I can’t wait for you guys to check it out.”

It was a meager attempt to force his brain away from your legs and touching anything.

HoeFoFlo: @Y/NInTheseSheets, you should change your @ to @ThisHoezForZeeko. Girl, you thirsty.

Y/NInTheseSheets: Hit it, quit it. Fill that shit, get it! 🍑

He was now past twitches and slow rising. His dick was hard.

PrettyGirlLeena: Shut up, @HoeFoFlo. You should be the one to talk. We’re all thirsty. That is why we’re here. Stop trying to shame people. Look @ your name. 🙄

Y/NInTheseSheets: Tryna see if it feel what it look like. Been a lot of urge that I can't fight. It's a lot of time in the one night.

Limit reached, he thought.

“All right, guys, I’m gonna get off of this thing. I have lines to read and an early call. Thank you guys so much for tuning in to this live. Peace, love, and be kind to each other.”

With that, he ended the live dropped his phone, rubbed his day fresh cut hair, and groaned. It was a loud groan that bounced off the walls and barreled back to him. When he took his phone up again, he quickly found your contact on his most recent calls and tapped facetime.

After three rings, you answered, and sure enough, you were lying in bed with a sheet wrapped around you. God, you were beautiful.

“Hi Habibi,” you slid out as your stretched.

He couldn’t believe it had been almost six weeks since he’d physically seen you, and he still had six more to go.

“That was not fair.”

You giggled and changed the angle of your phone so he could see that your thighs were spread.

“I’m sorry, Habibi. It was just too much fun to pass up, especially when I’d just gotten out of the shower. “

“Ah, so you wanted to get me horny cause you’re horny.”

You smiled again then bit your bottom lip. “Are you horny, Habibi?”

You knew when you called him that it did things to him. You weren’t playing fair.

“If I said no---.”

“Then I’d just have my work cut out for me then,” you said before you ripped the sheet off your body to show him that you were, in fact, naked.

He released an audible yelp that was half from shock and half from the intensity that his arousal hit him.

“Fuck, baby girl.”

Your gratifying smiled spread fully across your face before you dropped one of your hands to trail down your body, making a pit stop at your breast to tweak one of your nipples.

“I miss you,” he whispered.

“I miss you too. You have no idea. I used your soap in the shower and couldn’t help that my hand went down south.”

Biting his bottom lip, he could see it as clear as day in his mind’s eye. His jeans were now highly uncomfortable. “How’d it feel?”

“Not like when you do it. I like your hands better,” you whined.

“Mmm, I wanna touch you so bad.”

“I wish I could touch you, but you could—touch you.”

His eyebrows rose. “Are we there?”

You nodded. “Yes, we’re there,” you answered, referencing a conversation you’d had weeks ago that when things got tough, FaceTime sex was always an option. “We’re so there.”

Not needing to be told twice, he sat up, perched his phone on a pillow, and began peeling off his shirt. Once it was off, he threw it in one direction then stood to peel off his jeans.

“Mmmm, those jeans look uncomfortable, daddy.”

His hands had never moved so quickly. He hopped as he peeled them off his thighs and kicked them in another direction.

“You have no idea,” he replied before he climbed back into the bed with his boxer-briefs still on.

As he laid on his back with a few pillows perched behind his head, he skimmed your body that was still in pain sight.

“Show me,” you ordered. It was rare you did, but he liked it when you got controlling.

Slowly he trailed his phone down his body, making sure that he dragged it out as long as possible. He knew what you wanted to see. Once he got to his waist, he lowered the waistband of his underwear before letting it snap back into place. Your groan was music to his ears.

“Come on, baby, don’t tease me,” you whined.

“Do you know me?”

He gripped his hardened dick and rubbed, showing you just how hard he was. He couldn’t get it all in his hand no matter how big it was.

“Mmmm, are you hard for me, baby?”

His groan was deep, and he decided just to take them off. When he pulled the elastic down, his dick nudged on it until it sprang out, bobbing in the air.

“Fuck daddy, I miss that dick so much.” Your hand was now between your thighs, and he’d never wanted to be someone else’s body part more.

“Show me what’s mine, baby girl.”

Without hesitation, you lowered your phone to show him just how wet you were. Your fingers glistened from the moisture that his tongue wanted all parts of.

“Mmm, I’m so wet. Do you see what you do to me?”

“Me? Look at this dick, girl.”

He slowly stroked himself at first and then faster, all the while squeezing, doing his best to mimic your channel. His pants began low but quickly became audible. When he released an unexpected guttural groan, your moan overshadowed it, and he was instantly harder.

“You have no idea how bad I want you, princess.”

“Show me. Pretend your hand is mine. Pretend I’m right there between your legs about to drop my mouth on that big dick, Habibi.”

He groaned, angled his head back, and closed his eyes. As his toes curled as the visual of you between his legs took over. “Mmm, you’re so fucking beautiful. I wish this dick was in your mouth.”

“Mmm, me too. I wish you were fucking my mouth.” Your moans picked up, and his eyes snapped open to see your phone was now perched at the foot of the bed, giving him the perfect view between your legs, up your body, and of your face.

“Shit, I love this view.”

He quickly did the same with his phone so that you could have the same view and so he could have both hands. Once he was again lost in the pleasure of his hand with the visual of your mouth pushing him closer to the edge, he dipped his free hand lower to fondle himself.

“Fuck, baby. How long has it been? They’re huge.”

“The whole time,” he replied through his grunts.

“This pussy misses you so bad. I wish you could stretch me out.”

“You take me so fucking well, baby girl. Only you take this dick.”

For the next few minutes, neither of you spoke. You just watched each other and raced to your respective finish lines. Every few seconds, your moans turned to whines and his to grunts and yelps. Your back was now arched off the bed with one hand on your breast.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re gonna make me come!”

“Shit me too,” he whimpered.

You shot up to rest on your elbows and look right into his eyes. “Come for me, daddy. I want it. I want you to come right now.”

“Where would you want it?”

“Right here,” you said as you patted your pussy. “Come on, this wet pussy. Give it to me.”

Your fingers were circling your clit faster, and he knew you were close.

“Come with me, baby girl. Imagine you're sitting on my face. I want it. Soak my beard, princess.”

Your hips bucked as if you were riding your fingers, pushing yourself to go faster and faster.

“Oh my god, Zeeko, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Your screech was loud before your eyes closed, and your jaw dropped, and in seconds, you were screaming as the pinch of your nipple was tight. It was his telltale sign that you were coming. He wasn’t far behind you. His grip tightened around his dick, and when he stroked up to squeeze around his head, he shot his essence. Your eyes were glued to him as he released stream after stream up into the air. You watched it splat on his inner thigh, pelvis, and abdomen. Your gingers didn’t slow. He knew you liked to watch him come. It always turned you on even more.

“Oh my god, I’m coming again,” you whined before you dipped your digits inside your heat, dropping your head back. He saw the liquid gush from you, and he was a goner.

“Fuck!”

It was the only thing he managed before he, too, came again, sending even more come across his belly. Neither of you spoke. The only sounds were that of your shared panting as your bodies cooled. When he brought his eyes back to his phone, you brought your head back to look at him. Your smile was a sheepish one as you brought your knees together, still giving him the most tempting sight of your soaking core.

“Oh my god, my phone is soaked.”

“That’s not the only thing.”

You slipped your hand between your legs, briefly blocking his view before you brought your hand up to your mouth and moaned.

“Mmmm. Tastes so good. ”

“You’re evil.”

You giggled, bent down, took your phone, and brought it to your face.

“Six weeks more.”

He groaned and brought his phone to his face. “The only way I’m going to make it is if we schedule more of these—a lot more.”

The two of you laughed together until you both laid on your beds, angling the phone on the pillow beside you so the other would feel as if they were right beside them. That was the way you remained for the next few hours, all the while penciling each other in every night to do just this.

It was going to be a long six weeks.

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fumbling-fanfics · 5 years

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Three's a crowd - Zeeko Zaki, Lewis Tan & Pablo Schreiber x Reader

Warnings: threesome, smut, smut and just smut.

This if for @blowmymbackout sorry its taken me an age to get this finished.

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Zeeko is first. You both overindulge in a make-out session worthy of a well directed porn film. You're moaning, his groaning. You writhing on the bed against each other, above the covers like there isn't two other people in the room watching. Waiting.

You're on top of Zeeko, grinding your hips up and down his thigh that you straddle. His tongue deep in your mouth as he holds your face in his hands. Is it possible to still want someone so much while you're touching them?

Clothes are shed slowly, as if you're both too caught up to realise that clothing is in the way to take it off all in one go. Zeeko's top is the first to go. Your hands blindly explore his torso inch by inch as he rolls you onto your back. Then your top is gone, only a split second between it being pulled past your head and your mouth reconnecting with Zeeko's. He's really good with mouth.

And his hands. It's like his hands pay you back in kind for the work your hands just did, but better.

When his mouth finds your neck, you breath out an 'Oh god' next to his ear as his hips grind against yours. You have to tell yourself not to cum without feeling him inside you. You only get one go with him and you're not wasting it.

Your shorts and panties go together, but you're pretty sure someone else is taking them off. You can feel Zeeko's hands somewhere else as your clothing is dragged down your legs.

Someone clearly telling you both to hurry up and get to it. You know who it is but pay him no mind. You're enjoying taking your time with Zeeko, you wish you could do this all night.

His hands grope up the side of your thighs, his fingers make a smooth entrance. Your own fingers clamp around his jaw, your mouth drops open as he tries to keep kissing you. "You like that" he softly laughs. Your knew he'd be good with his hands.

When you don't answer his fingers push in further. You grab his wrist, pushing back. "Don't make me cum like this" you whisper.

Zeeko knows what you mean. What you want. He hikes your leg up higher – allowing better access to line himself up. You can feel the latex of the condom against the inside of your thigh.

It's far better than you had expected. He slides all the way inside of you in one fluid motion. Your eyes closing in bliss, breath catching in your chest as your fingers dig into his skin. Fingers almost embedded into his biceps.

Your head drops back against the bed. You're pretty sure you can't breathe. The pleasant feeling of him filling you up, stretching you out.

“There you go.” There's so much comfort in his voice as one of his large hand cradles the side of your face. Your body shudders as you feel him slowly pull his hips back. He doesn't fully withdraw, his thumb slips into your open mouth as he pushes back in.

His pace is slow, languid, deep strokes. His other hand hold your in place, keeping you where you are, no risk if you escaping. Not that you want to.

"Princess" Pablo leans towards you, speaking into your ear. You want to touch him, but you also can't let go of Zeeko's arms as he continued his pace.

You whimper when you open your mouth to reply to Pablo. All you can do is turn your head to meet his, his tongue brushed against your lip. You try to follow his tongue, stretching your neck up. "You want me to kiss you?“ you nod. You need to get out of the moment, you don't want to come yet.

Pablo grips your face, turning it roughly. His tongue slips into your mouth. His beard scratches against your chin. And then your cheek as his kisses to your neck. You're pretty sure he's giving you a hickey.

You see Lewis off to the side. He looks like he's fighting the urge to join in. But he waits his turn. There's a glint in his eye, a look on his face that says you'll get yours from him.

Zeeko's annoyed at the interruption. It's his time and his time only. One by one he lift up your legs so your knees are up by your chest, and he leans into you with most of his weight. His forearms resting on your chest, heavy against your sternum between your breasts. You can breath. Just about. His hands find your throat.

His grip is soft at first, he wants you to look at him. His pace slows down even more. His hips moving down as he pushes in, and up as he draws out.

The sensation is so intense you can't hold eye contact for long, your eyes rolling back in your head, and your finger nails are digging into his sides and back trying to get him closer.

"You want me to stop baby?“ he stops moving his hips. Just holding himself deep in you and you can't even form words so you just shake your head side to side slowly.

His pace starts again, but still slow and deep, he smirks as he feels you tighten around him. He watches you carefully, like he can see the point inside you he's hitting through your eyes.

When you cum, you cum hard. Your can't open your eyes at first, your back arches but Zeeko keeps a grip on your throat, holding you down.

He removes one hand from your throat, using it to balance and steady himself as he cums. His hips stutter, the grip on your throat tightens and he grinds his hips against yours.

"Shit" you gasp, as your stomach spasms. He's deep, really deep. And then he's not. His hand let's go of your throat. His presence lifting away. Your arm slips off the edge of the bed before you can catch yourself.

"You okay?" Zeeko catches you for a moment. You nod, holding onto him.

"Fuck" Zeeko laughs as he lets you go and walks away. You struggle to push yourself up to sit, your body still shaking and spasming.

You whine in defeat, falling back against the bed taking a deep breathe.

Your pulled closer to the edge of the bed, by an ankle. Then flipped over onto your stomach. You don't fight it. You can't.

The sting of a slap on you ass, draws you attention behind you. It's Lewis. He strokes himself, slowly as he stands behind you, between your legs. "My turn" he grins. He makes a show of rolling on the condom.

You're not ready, you still need to catch your breath.

Lewis adjusts you slightly, he keeps you on your front, but lifts one of your legs up onto the bed.

His hand presses into your lower back. Lewis is rough compared to Zeeko. But that's not necessarily an issue.

He enters you roughly, you're balling the bed covers into your palms. His pace is faster, but still deep as he pins you down into the bed.

Lewis tugs you back against him, leaning down over you. Your cheek presses uncomfortably into the mattress. "You like it rough, don't you" he growls into your ear.

You struggle to nod, your face still pressed into the mattress. He laughs pushing up off of you. His hand stings against your ass as you take a large breath.

Lewis tugs your hips up off the bed a little. You feel his hands spread your ass to watch himself moving in and out of you.

Lewis' hands grip your upper arms and he pulls you back up off the bed with a yank. "Look at you" he laughs, you arch your back as Lewis pulls on your arms.

"Look at them when I'm fucking you. Look" you turn your head to the side best you can, looking at Zeeko and Pablo. Lewis picks up his pace, harsh thrusts that make your chest bounce roughly.

Pablo is sitting back with Zeeko, he seems satisfied with Lewis' harsh interaction with you. He's enjoying that Lewis is far from soft like Zeeko was.

Zeeko moves to get up but Pablo stops him, shaking his head saying something.

Lewis let's go of one of your arms, you steady yourself with your free arm, only to find him shifting his grip from your arm to your throat. You use your other now free arm to hold yourself up so his hold on your throat isn't so much.

His hands tighten as you tighten around him. "You like being choked?" he asks, you nod best you can. "Oh, you gonna cum? I can feel that" you don't nod, your head drops forward as your cum, the bed cover balling into you hands again.

When his grip around your throat tightens as he cums you try to make him let go but he doesn't, growling as he grinds his hips into your ass.

When he does let go of your throat you fall against the bed, your arms unable to hold you up. He pulls out of you quickly and slaps your ass one more time. A sharp slap, you can feel how sore it will be tomorrow and the following days.

"That was fun!" Lewis laughs.

You don't even bother to try and roll over, you just lie there and wait.

You shiver when Pablo turns you on to your back. He leans over you, his fingers brushing your cheek. He kisses you gently.

When he moves lower down your body, dragging his hands over your skin you try to stop him but he bat's your hands away, and settles between your legs.

His beard burns against your thighs as he savours you. He presses down on your hips holding you firmly in place as he pulls shakey gasps, whines and moans from you. You could feel a stitch developing in your side as you struggled to breath, too worn out. You try and push away, but he pulls you back adding the use of his fingers.

When your sounds become muffled, Pablo peers up from in between your legs to see you've grabbed hold of a pillow which you hold against your face, shaking. He laughs as he kisses the inside of your thigh one last time.

He crawls up over your body, tearing the pillow from your hands, throwing it off the bed. With a smile he slips his arm under your waist, pulling you further up onto the bed.

He nudges your legs apart, kneeling between them. When you don't bother to move, he pulls one of your legs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder. He kisses your calf.

"You ready?" he asks resting his forehead against yours. Before you can even nod, he's sliding inside of you with a long groan.

You feel sick. In a good way. Like your body doesn't even know how to react in a logical way anymore. It's all too much.

Pablo is heavy against you. You can feel all of him pinning you down against the bed. His hips grind against yours, your thighs around his waist. You move your hands to his shoulders and chest with a push. But he doesn't like that.

He shakes his head slowly. Each one of his hands gripping you wrists. You try to fight him, but you don't win. Your arms are pinned above your head.

He laces his fingers with yours as he rocks himself into you with all his body weight. “Cuming already" Pablo teased as your walls fluttered around him. He knew the feeling all too well. With one hard thrust you cum. Your fingers tighten as they are laced with Pablo's, he watches you all but pass out under him but he doesn't stop.

He lets your hands go, allowing you to bite on your fist. His hands find your waist and pin you down. He watches you still, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Get up" when you don't move he pulls you up, steadying you as your wobbly on your legs. He sits down on the edge of the bed, still gripping your upper arms to hold you up.

"Get on my lap" you whine in defeat, you don't want to. You have no energy to stand, let alone be on top. You place your hands on his shoulders for balance.

You take Pablo's dick in your hand, sliding your hand up and down it a couple times as you position yourself above it. You stare at Pablo, suppressing any reaction as you slowly sink down onto him.

“You don't make me cum, I'll let Lewis fuck you again" you know what he's doing. Why he's pissed. You debate if you should annoy him. Counter his offer, but who are you kidding, you're already struggling, bit sure where you're now found energy is coming from.

Pablo leans back on his arms, a smug look on his face. You slide your hands up his chest, resting your shaking hands on his shoulders. You lean forward a little, arching your back as you move.

You don't bother trying to keep quiet moaning as you ride up and down, thighs burning. You roll your eyes closed really feeling how Pablo feels inside you. It feels so good the way he fills you up deep, hard and thick.

You create a steady pace, making a show of arching your back, slipping your fingers into your mouth in bliss, then trailing them down your chest as you cup one of your tits. Pablo lucks his lips as he watches you.

You lean forward against his chest, placing your hand on the side of his neck. He throws an arm around your waste, balancing back still on one arm.

"Look at that ass" Lewis admires from behind.

"Lewis, hold her arms" Pablo pushes you back with his hand around your throat. Lewis is up behind you in no time, pulling your arms back behind you. His fingers grip you tightly, like Pablo's around your throat.

You stare at Pablo through hooded eyes, watching as the familiar muscle in his jaw and neck twitches. You let your head drop back, closing your eyes and you slow down your pace moving by feeling the spots where Pablo's dick hits inside you. "Daddy" scrapes out of your throat as your walls constrict around him.

You expect a big orgasm, you've already had too many to count. But the soft buzz ripples harder through you and tense hard, back arching so you can see Lewis. Your whole body tenses as you continue to cum. Pablo drops to his elbows grunting with grip vice like around your throat as his stomach muscles twitching as he cum into you.

Lewis let's go of your arms, letting you drop onto Pablo. "Not fair" he moans as he slaps your ass again. You nuzzle your face into Pablo's neck, enjoying the chance to lay against someone. His chest rises and falls quickly as his arms wrap around you. He holds his lips against the top of your head.

They leave you, fast asleep on the bed. You don't even wake when Pablo pulls out of you.

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melaninmarvelficrecs · 4 years

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Zeeko Zaki Fic Recs

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mauvecherie-writes · 4 years

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Fingers.

PAIRING: Zeeko Zaki x Black Reader

SUMMARY: You were obsessed with Zeeko’s hands and what they could do to you.

WARNING: 18+ NSFW*** Hand kink, fingering, choking, squirting.

WORD COUNT: 448

His hands were sculpted by the gods. Long, thick fingers with neatly manicured nails. Adorned with veins that could be seen whether he tensed them or not. You loved them best when he decorated them with rings.

Your eyes could never be too far away from his hands. You could be looking at his face as he spoke but somehow your gaze would return to them.

You loved looking at his hands, loved it even more when he used them on your body. It always started out with light caresses to your back and to your hands.

Then they’d come to your neck and squeeze a little and tease your lips with the tips of his fingers before pushing him into your mouth.

Zeeko just had this way of bringing pleasure to your body with just his hands and it was those moments you lived for.

Your back leaning against the headboard, Zeeko’s hand around your neck and three fingers deep inside your pussy.

“Oh my god.” You whimpered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He chuckled, licking his lips as he watched your reaction.

“I love seeing you like this. Putty all over my hands. Making them messy just because you want your pussy stuffed with my fingers.”

“Zeeko.” You moaned softly but you got a slap to your clit.

“That’s not my name.”

“Daddy.”

“That’s right, I’m Daddy. And I want to see you cum for me.” His hand went back around your neck and squeezed as his three fingers moved faster and faster inside of you.

As much as you tried to breath, the more you lost air. Your moans turned to screams as you held your legs apart for him.

“I can feel you coming. Are you going to come for Daddy.”

Tears were trailing down the side of your face as you nodded your head. The restriction of air by his hand, the feel of your pussy being stretched and stuffed by his fingers, it was all too consuming.

The stomach in your muscles tightened and you erupted. You soaked his fingers and the sheets beneath you. Zeeko groaned softly as he pulled his hand away from your neck and slapped your breast before pulling on your nipple.

He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your cum all over your entrance and played with your clit.

You jerked away softly as your walls clenched around nothing. “Daddy I’m sensitive.” You giggled softly.

“That’s how I want you.” He whispered as leaned forward and rubbed his leaking tip against your swollen pussy.

His hands held down your arms as he pushed himself inside of you. “You’re the best this way.”

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Partners {6}***

OA Zidan/Zeeko Zaki x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fluff, Angst, Talk of Sex Trafficking, Plot, NSFW, SMUT,

ALL STARS on The NSFW Meter, DO NOT READ AT WORK

Words: 7k

Summary: You’re a damn good FBI agent in your own right. It is definitely partly to do with how well you’ve been trained and partly to do with you not letting anything or anyone distract you. You have a six-year plan that you’re fast-tracking for four. After being transferred from your office in Tampa, you’ve been sent to New York, which you’ve labeled the “big leagues.” Your first day there, after being introduced to your new partner OA Zidan you realized you’ve moved out of the frying pan right into the pot of distraction. A year later and your growing attraction for your partner still hasn’t been snuffed out.

Note: This is a first for me writing about a TV show and interjecting into it. Let’s see how this goes. I hope you guys enjoy this. As always, thank you for reading.

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His hand gripped the nape of your neck and squeezed. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt you, but it was just enough for you to clench around him as a new gush of wetness eased his glide. Every time OA’s hips slapped against your ass, his grip would tighten then loosen as he retreated to repeat the action again and again. He knew what he was doing. This new status of your relationship was new, but he’d been paying attention to every single cue your body gave to tell him what you liked, didn’t like, and what drove you insane. When he slammed forward and rotated his hips, your reflex was to lurch forward away from him.

“Fuck,” you forcefully whispered.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was filled with concern as he began to pull out. Gripping around him, you kept him where he was.

“No, just--.”

OA bent over your back, pressing his chest onto you before he kissed your ear.

“Can’t take it?”

His voice was so damn deep and seductive. Your belly did backflips as you turned your face to the side to look at him.

“You tell me. I thought I was taking it very well,” you countered. OA’s smile was wide before he pressed his lips to yours to passionately kiss you. Just as t, you were getting into it, he pulled his lips from you and kissed a trail down your spine.

Deciding to tease him, you winded your hips against him, eliciting a satisfied “ah” from him. Peeping back at him, he had his head dropped back with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations your movement gave him. Slowly you began to move back and forth. You knew he was close. You’d paid close attention to the cues his body gave too. The veins bulging in his neck said he was really close. You sped up and forcefully crashed your ass onto him. It quickly turned into you chasing your release while trying to please him.

OA’s grip on your hips tightened, and you knew what was coming. He quickly pumped into you, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your moans got louder, and soon, you were calling his name louder and louder until your release took over. OA groaned and slammed into you with four staggered thrusts. That was when your knees gave out. OA dropped back onto the bed, taking you with him to cuddle up to your back.

“To think we almost missed out on this,” OA said before he kissed your shoulder blade.

You let his words sink in as you snuggled closer. You couldn’t get close enough.

“Was there a time when you almost--,” you paused, trying to find the word.

“Pushed you into an office or an alley and kissed you?”

You snorted. “I guess.”

“There were a few times. Do you remember the hostage case? We got the perp in integration, and you took the lead, I remember watching in the other room and the way you got into his head and flipped every single notion he had and reason he had to protect the other guy had my jaw dropped. Then when he sang like a canary, I couldn’t believe it. I went in after they’d taken him, and I was so close,” OA confessed.

“What stopped you?”

“The cameras.”

You busted out laughing with him joining in. Slowly it dawned on you what your reality was, and you got silent.

“Are you thinking about it?”

“About what?”

“You know what,” OA pressed as he kissed your neck.

He smelled so good you doubted you’d ever want to be too far from him. Even that thought had you rolling your eyes.

“Thinking about the fact that this is against every rule? Or thinking about the fact that if anyone finds out about this, then there will be consequences? Or thinking about--.”

OA rolled on top of you and pressed your hands above your head, stopping your words.

“I don’t care about the rules or the consequences.”

You didn’t know how he could even say that. He’d worked his ass off to get where he was today. He’d put up with an incredible amount of shit to be the agent he was. How could he be so ready for it to be for nothing? The way he stared at you said he saw the panic in you. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed against his hands, finding little to no resistance. You cupped his bearded jaw and brought his head to you and kissed him.

You got enveloped in the kiss and rolled onto him. You decided to focus on here and now with him. You wanted to enjoy him fully without any nagging thoughts of what reality held for you come Monday morning or even beyond. Neither of you was going to put voice to the things you knew about the dangers of you getting entangled.

You awoke to the soft sound of a sitar and the aroma of cinnamon, nutmeg, cardamom, and other spices that screamed comfort. As you stretched, you noted how sore your muscles were. You climbed out of bed and threw on your robe then walked toward the music. You had no idea what time it was, but it was still light outside. When you rounded the corner, there was OA in your kitchen in nothing but his boxer-briefs cooking up a storm.

It was a beautiful sight, one you were not accustomed to. He was the first man to grace your apartment, let alone your kitchen and bed. Slowly you let your eyes drink in every inch of his beautiful skin. He was perfect. You got lost in your thoughts and gawking over him that you didn’t realize he’d turned around and was doing some gawking of his own. OA cleared his throat loudly, bringing your eyes to his.

“Yeah, you’ve been caught.”

Embarrassment filled you as you covered your face. “No, don’t hide. Own what a pervert you are.”

You laughed loudly, then glared at him.

“Come on, the price for voyeurism is a dance.”

“Oh no, I can’t dance to this,” you protested.

“Lies. Remember when we all went to that Egyptian place, and everyone had a turn with dancing?”

You slapped yourself in the head because you did remember. You had the guts to get up and dance that night.

“You held your own. I remember those moves. Come on,” OA coaxed.

Rolling your eyes because you knew he would never let it go, you walked to him and took his outstretched hands then began moving your hips to the beat the best you could. As soon as you found your rhythm, the music picked up, and OA was leading you around the kitchen in a traditional and modern mix of an Egyptian dance. In no time, you got into it and tapped into your inner belly dancer. When OA pulled up behind you, you rolled your hips then circled them before you jerked them to the beat. The two of you dance around the kitchen together, having a great time. The song was a really good one; you couldn’t lie.

By the end of it, you and OA were laughing together while he hugged you to him.

“See, you’d fit right in. my aunts would love you.”

That sounded serious. Your eyes met, and both of you realized it then. He kissed your nose, then your forehead enhancing the intensity of the moment.

“It smells incredible. What’re you making?”

“Mm, lunch, kofta, or meat on a stick it’s a beef kabab, a red lentil soup, and Aish Baladi, which is a flatbread,” OA listed.

“Wow. You cooked all of this?”

“Yes. I can cook.”

“Wow. I had no idea. I thought in your culture it was all about finding a beautiful wife who could make all of this for you,” you teased. His adorable dimples broke out.

“Yeah. If you ask my umi, then yes, that is what a textbook good wife would be able to do. If you ask me, though, I’d like to spoil my woman.” He kissed your cheek and carried a trail to your neck.

“Oh, I bet you would.” a giggle escaped you as he nibbled your skin.

“Come on, gorgeous, let me feed you,” OA said as he walked away but not before he dropped a slap to your ass.

He gathered plates and utensils as you pried even more into the pots curiosity getting the better of you. When OA realized it, he ushered you away from the pots and put the dishes in your hands, prompting you to set the table that was in the kitchen by the window. For the next few minutes, you worked in silence, him finishing the details on lunch and you making the table presentable. It all felt so domestic and normal like it wasn’t strange that the two of you had just fallen into this situation. It felt like you’d been doing this the entire year.

OA served you filling your plate with kofta and Aish Baladi before he filled your soup bowl with lentil soup. The scents melded together so nicely that you could not wait to taste his handiwork.

“I’m so hungry.”

“I bet. What else do you expect after having sex on every inch of this place?”

Your jaw dropped at the call out. “It takes two to tango, thank you very much,” you countered. OA smiled widely. When he sat, you went for your utensils but stopped.

“We say prayer right?”

OA smiled, showcasing those enviable dimples again. “Ideally.”

“Okay, come on. Show me.”

You watched what he did and mirrored him exactly. With his hands held out palms up, he closed his eyes and said a quick prayer in Arabic that you did your best to repeat the look on his face said he was impressed. Once he was finished, you waited for him to continue. The way he looked at you had you ready to blush.

“After you,” he insisted. You took up your kofta and bit into it, moaning as the spices hit your taste buds.

“My goodness, this is really good.”

“My mother’s recipe.”

The two of you ate and joked together like you’d done this every since day since you’d met. He told you more about his family, which included his headstrong sisters, who he worried most about constantly. As he spoke about them, you could see how much he loved them and his entire family. Your mother told you that if you were going to settle down with anyone, make sure they loved their family above everything else. It was clear he loved them this much. He asked about your family, and you told him, finding it easier to open up to him now than it had been any time before.

It was as if you thought if he didn’t know too much about you, it would keep him at a distance. Like the line would somehow be crossed if you told him about your childhood and your friends back in Miami. It was ridiculous thinking about it now, especially since you’d jumped over that line in a way that could not be ignored. You liked this side of him. He looked perfect, sitting shirtless, eating his childhood favorites, and talking about the things that made him happy. Listening to him made you happy.

When both of you’d stuffed your bellies to damn near capacity, you found yourselves in the bathtub making out like a couple of horny teenagers who’d just discovered sex. When kissing got too hot, and both of you became too flustered, OA would showcase just how good he was with his hands. He massaged every inch of you, dissolving every knot in your body. With your back to his chest and you seated between his legs, he kissed your skin and whispered nothing but the sweetest words that a girl could easily get used to.

After a bath, you sat in the living room with the intention of watching something on TV. Those intentions quickly changed. Neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. Neither of you could go longer than five minutes without giggling or making some form of contact, whether it being eye, or physical. You felt like a schoolgirl who was head over heels with the popular guy in school that was showing her she meant the world to him.

For the tenth time you tried to focus on the TV and not his scent that refused to stay on his side of the couch or the sight of his colossal thighs spread next to you. his lap looked like the perfect seat and his face like the only throne you’d ever need.

“Fuck it,” OA grunted before he pounced you, to your delight.

In seconds you both were naked yet again with your arms wrapped around his neck, and his lips fastened to yours. He kissed you with meaning like you were the beginning and the end for him. You matched him emotion for emotion, desperation for desperation. You were practically obsessed with the way he tasted, and it hadn’t even been seventy-two hours yet. As he kissed you, your hand slowly trailed down his chest and torso, pressing every slope and dip to memory. If temptation and hedonism were a person, he would be it. In a matter of minutes, OA was nestled snugly in your heat, completely filling and stretching you.

His slow and deep thrusts brought goosebumps to your skin and sucked the oxygen right out of your lungs. The soft music in the background set the perfect tone for the sultry transference you were engaged in.

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you,” OA groaned out as he thrust into you at the most torturous speed. You felt every single inch of him as he stretched you.

“Ever?”

“Ever. Uuugh, jeez!” OA rotated his hips, making you moan loudly as your back arched off the couch.

“Mmm, you drive me crazy, you know that,” OA panted before thrusting forward again stroking that part of you that instantly sparked your body to come alive in a hyperactive state of arousal, making you again arch your back. You reached out needing to touch him in some way, but with one of his hands, OA grabbed yours and pinned them to the back of the couch, trapping you.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but that one action made you want him even more than you already did. His thrust stayed at the same pace. He languidly stroked into you softly, commanding your body to do whatever he wanted. If he wanted it to overheat, all he had to do was rotate his hips to touch spots in you that you didn’t even know you had. If he wanted to steal your breath and have your soul leave your body, all he had to do was fill you to the hilt. The man knew what he was doing, and it showed in everything he did. His kisses were not kisses of an amateur. They were kisses of a grown man, a man who knew how to listen to and follow the cues of a woman’s body.

Every time you tried to move from his grip, OA stopped and waited for you to settle down. When you refused, you’d stare into his eyes, trying to convince him to let you go or speed up, but OA was in no mood to listen. His one goal seemed to be to drive you insane. OA stared down at you with his bottom lip hooked in his mouth and intense eyes penetrating you so profoundly you were sure he could see the contents of your soul. He retreated, leaving just a just the tip of his intrusion. You bucked against him, trying to get the friction you needed.

OA used his free hand to hold your waist, stopping your feeble attempts to use his body for your own pleasure, then stroke full speed ahead, sending your breasts jerking. Your gasp was loud, and the clench around him tight, so tight his groan was long. Using his weakened state against him, you pushed him to the side, flipping him to the couch. Before he regained control, you straddled, putting him right where you wanted him. You pressed your hands on his chest for brace as your body rolled through the pleasure.

“Not so strong now, huh?”

OA smiled through his pleasure, then licked his lips, tempting you more. “You found my weakness and took advantage,” he teased.

“And what weakness is that Special Agent Zidan?” You slowly rolled your hips and fought the urge to moan. He felt so good.

OA’s hands gently gripped your waist when you began taking control of his pleasure. What began as slow rolls of your hips turned into energetic circles that had no reason to them but to make him shout your name. Every so often, you slowed it down, never allowing him to predict your next move. With every roll and buck of your hips, OA’s jaw dropped more and more while his eyes rolled back further and further.

When you began bouncing on him, his curses began, but they remain strangled in his throat.

“I can’t hear you,” you teased, speeding up your bounce. Every time you dropped back onto him, you forcefully did it hard enough that a shiver rushed through you. OA’s hands moved from your waist to your hips to hold you. As soon as they squeezed, you stopped.

“Uugh, please don’t stop.”

“Keep your hands on the back of that couch, or I will leave you to finish this yourself,” you warned.

The look in his eyes screamed defiance, while the smirk on his lips said he liked this side of you. As he bit his bottom lip, he slowly removed his hands to grip the back of the couch. The way the cushion sunk underneath the pressure of his hand said he was holding it dangerously tight, showing you just how close he was to flipping you back over to show you just who was stronger.

OA slid his body a little lower, so his back was angled and neck tilted downward.

“Such a good boy,” you coaxed with a cocky smile as you began to bounce on him again only this time, starting from the beginning with slow teasing swirls of your hips. After circles, you rolled them in a figure eight; after that, you combined the two until you gradually sped up.

You loved the sounds he made. He was not shy about letting you know just how good you were making him feel. Every change you made, his back arched. Every time you clenched around him, his grip tightened, sending all the veins in his arms bulging.

“What is your weakness, Omar?”

The clench in his jaw said he liked the way you said his name. In truth, you liked the way it felt. Swirling your hips against him, you expected him to cave—he did not.

“Won’t tell me?”

OA bit his bottom lip and dropped his head back, giving you perfect access to his neck. Hovering over his chest, you licked across his Adam’s apple along his skin, collecting the droplets of sweat that littered his skin. Once at his neck, you bit the flesh and sucked it into your mouth. OA groaned again before he brought his head back down to capture your lips and claim them as his. From the beginning, the kiss was erotic and blazing hot. Your tongues danced together; when yours twisted around his, he sucked on yours controlling who had the power. You’d always suspected he was a tease, and he was showing you just how much of one he was. His kisses did what they always did, made you dizzy, and distracted, making you almost forget what you were trying to do—almost.

You quickly pulled away from him and went to his ear. “Nice try. My interrogation practices are undefeated,” you whispered before you gently nibbled his ear. You intended to slip away, but OA was quicker. He pulled you to him and kissed you stupid, stepping his game all the way up. You were so open for him that you didn’t care who took control.

“You forget who I am,” OA gruffly spoke with your faces mere centimeters from each other.

“And you seem to not know who I am,” you countered, clenching around him again. OA sucked in a sharp breath as his eyebrows knitted together. “Put them back,” you ordered drunk off the power you possessed. You knew if he genuinely wanted to, he could have flipped you onto the couch and had you screaming “fuck me” in the six languages you were conversational in.

OA groaned but didn’t obey right away; instead, he nudged his hips up, thrusting into you to remind you just how good he could make you feel. One thrust was more than tempting enough to give in, but you didn’t become who you were by caving at the first sign of pressure. OA’s smile was playful as he put his hands back onto the back of the couch.

Fully drunk off of the power you held, you got lost in the music playing and teased him mercilessly. OA’s eyes never left you and your body. He watched you as if you were the best show he’d ever seen. You knew what he wanted without him saying a word. When he wanted you to go fast, you went slower. When his eyes pleaded with you to bounce, you bucked. After a few minutes, he looked to be on the verge of taking what he wanted to hell with you giving it. You didn’t know if you were more excited at that prospect or afraid. As you sped, you locked eyes with him.

“What’s your weakness?”

He was close to cracking, you could tell, but instead of telling you, he remained silent. You braced your hands on his torso and wildly rode him determined to make him speak. OA’s moans tumbled from him one after the other. The setting sun shone through the window and bathed your skin in its glow, highlighting the sweat that decorated your bodies. Your own orgasm was quickly creeping up on you, and you weren’t sure who would crack first. Once you thought it, OA slid further down the couch until it was just his back on the seat, and that was when his hips rose to meet you in one quick thrust.

His thrust came one after the other until he was pummeling into you. As you panted, the whine in your voice got louder and louder until you were damn near breathless. With one hand, OA gripped your hip steadying you so he controlled your body and controlled just how deeply he delivered your pounding. His other hand sank into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back just enough to tell you that you were at his mercy now.

Any control either of you possessed before was gone. Both of you were moaning and grunting at the top of your lungs, not caring who heard or who had a problem with how loud you were. The pleasure you felt was all-consuming and maddening all at the same time. You frantically chased your release just as fiercely as OA chased his.

“You!” OA’s shout was sudden. “You’re my weakness, Y/N. You make me weak,” he confessed in a rush.

No words had ever held more power than those from him to you. You bucked against him in no coherent fashion, as if you were riding a mechanical bull. He met your movements with his own penetrating thrusts, which only propelled you more forcefully into the orgasmic cloud that was so close to you.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Ignoring the faint sound, you remained in the bubble of sensual pleasure the two of you were wrapped in. The knocking persisted and even got louder. Soon it was too loud to ignore; your body fell out of sync with his, and your movements staggered and clashed with his. OA’s frustration was evident with his loud grunt.

“Hold that thought,” you panted out, trying to catch your breath. You stood sliding off of his length. Glistening, it bobbed in the air between you, distracting you. OA brought his hand to it and slowly stroked himself.

“This thought?”

You smiled and fell for the trap. You slid back onto him, throwing your head back, relishing in the complicated mix of pleasure and a dull ache that only he could produce. You rocked back and forth several times, forgetting the knocks and ringing of the doorbell. You tried to focus only on him, and just when both of you were finding your synchronized stride, the doorbell obnoxiously rang back to back.

“Fuck!”

OA’s frustration over the interruption had you giggling. He shot you a warning look.

“I guarantee you won’t be laughing in a little while,” he promised before he pumped up into you, making you whimper. He didn’t stop with one stroke; he did it again and again. Just when you were going to hover over him, another knock came from the door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Both you and OA kissed your teeth in annoyance. Sighing, you stood from him and swung your leg over him, ready to find your robe. When you bent to retrieve it, OA dropped a heavy-handed slap to your ass, which had you biting your bottom lip ready to leave whoever was at the door there for however long it took for you to get yours.

“Get rid of em’—quick,” OA instructed.

You smirked, “Oh, have plans, huh?”

With a smirk of his own, he nodded, “A few and they involve several of your body parts.”

You gasped and pressed your hand to your chest. “Agent Zidan!”

OA smiled and watched you tie the robe around you before you walked from him down the hall to the door. Forgetting to look at the video feed of your front door, you opened it with a lazy smile to see Kristen.

“Kristen!”

Like cold water, your sex induced haze dissipated, leaving you wide-eyed.

“I’ve been knocking and ringing for like three minutes. What’re you doing in there?”

You pulled the door closer behind you blocking her view. “What’s happening?”

“Nothing. What’s up?” You tied to look as calm as possible. “Why’re you here?”

Kristen studied you for a few moments, then looked to your attire, and her face lit up. “Do you have a guy in there?”

“What? No. It’s nothing. I was—resting,” you lied.

“With the screams and shouts, I heard that’s doubtful.”

You pinched your lips and tried to remain collected to not give anything away.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ve been trying to get in touch. Did you hear OA is okay?”

“Yeah. I saw the message briefly before I fell asleep. I’ve been trying to catch up on some sleep,” you expertly lied.

“Well, everyone’s been called to assemble at the JOC. We couldn’t reach you or OA for that matter. I said I’d come by and grab you,” Kristen informed.

“Wow, I haven’t heard from him. He’s gotta be resting after what he’s been through.”

Kristen nodded, accepting your guesses.

“Yeah. So do you wanna change?”

You grabbed the collar of the robe and nodded. “Yeah. I’m gonna grab a shower too. I’ll meet you at HQ,” you said.

“Sounds good. You should hurry, it’s Sunday, and it sounded urgent,” Kirsten finished.

“Got it! Thanks, Kristen.”

You smiled at her as she began walking away. You wanted to make sure she was actually leaving. When you were sure, you walked back into your apartment and locked the door. When you walked back into the living room, the first sight of OA still laying there with his member still out and so damn inviting had you forgetting Kristen’s words.

“You and I have very different definitions of quick,” OA teased. “Come here.” He stroked himself a few times, reigniting the flame within you that the impromptu visit had doused.

“God, you look so tempting.”

“Let me tempt you then,” OA coaxed. You whined and watched him stand and walk to you. Once before you, he easily lifted you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned when you felt his giant hands grip your ass to hold you onto him.

“We gotta go, that was Kristen, we’ve been summoned,” you informed. OA didn’t look phased.

“They can wait a little longer,” he whispered before he sheathed himself in your soaping core.

Both of you released a satisfied sigh as if there was nowhere in the world, either of you would rather be. OA took the lead and moved your body as he wished. He began slowly stroking into you, using his lower half as a wave reaching depths inside of you that had you whimpering as you held him to you. When you whimpered, he mewled. When you clenched around him, he slammed into you, holding you steady so you felt every inch of him.

It didn’t take long for either of you to be at the precipice of your undoing. You felt the wall at your back, and that was when OA hammered into you with the speed of a roadrunner. In seconds you shouted out as your orgasm overtook you and pulled you so deep in the sea of gratifying pleasure that you didn’t care if you drowned in it. Long minutes passed with both of trying to catch your breath and regain your strength. Once you did, OA brought you both to the shower, where you washed each other, trying your best not to get lost in each other yet again.

After a shower, OA dressed and reluctantly left you. It took him several attempts to get through the door, thanks to his sticky fingers trying to get you back into the bed or on the couch or even against the wall. His will was strong, and you were finding you were so corruptible when it came to him. Once he was gone, it took you some time to come down from the thirteenth cloud you were on. You kept replaying the last near forty-eight hours and everything that happened and all that you felt. Needless to say, it was challenging to get your head out of the clouds and back into professional mode.

By the time you made it to the JOC, it was almost an hour and a half since Kristen had stopped by. You did your best to hammer into your head to act as if everything was the same, and nothing had changed. When you walked into the office, you politely smiled at everyone and greeted them as you made it to your desk.

“Y/N, wonderful you were able to join us,” Isobel shouted out, acknowledging your presence. “Any idea where OA is?”

“No, no clue.”

“Here, here, sorry. I’m here,” OA called out as he pushed through everyone to show his face. You kept your eyes forward, not confident you could keep the smile off your face.

“Glad that you’re feeling well enough to join us, OA,” Isobel began. “Are you sure you don’t need more time to rest and recuperate?”

“No. I’m feeling better than ever. Saturday was just what I needed.” OA replied.

You couldn’t help but smirk then. Pressing your lips together, you tried to stop the giggle that threatened to escape. You peeped over to him to see he was also smirking.

“All right. Great work with that bomb, OA. Next time you’re feeling like being the hero, don’t we’d rather have you here with us than watching over us from the great beyond,” Jubal said. You glanced at OA and gave him a stubborn look that was a warning for the next time he wanted to be an idiot. OA smiled and nodded.

Jubal walked to the front of the JOC, where all the screens were signaling he wanted everyone’s attention. “So normally we don’t do Sundays, but this is urgent. New Dawn Bringers, otherwise known as NDB, have been found to have a connection with a serious trafficking cult that the FBI has been trying to lock down, The Rose Vortex. SVU has been running an operation. They have one of their own inside as we speak,” Jubal informed. He walked to a computer and tapped Ian on the shoulder who brought visuals on the screens before you.

“As of twelve hours ago, she’s gone quiet. We’ve also heard chatter that leadership in NDB is coming to town, and that means they need to be entertained. We have the big bosses, and we want them all,” Jubal finished.

“Okay, sounds good. What’s our play?” Jubal pointed at Kristen, acknowledging her question.

“We have an inside man who says they are getting a new shipment of eh-em, women,” Jubal added.

“What’s our in?”

Isobel and Jubal looked at each other with your question. After looking at them for a few seconds, your alarm slowly rose.

“Uh, why are you guys looking at me?”

Isobel cleared her throat and stood from her partially seated position. “You’re our in,” she announced.

OA sat up in his seat. “How?” You caught the controlling tone in his voice.

“I’ve read your file, Y/N. In Miami, you went undercover with--,” Isobel began before you cut her off.

“The Mantiago Cartel, yeah. It was a week at a sketchy—sex—club,” you slowly finished catching on.

“Yes, a well-known club that serviced that cartel. You got in with the leader and were integral in taking him down. The plan is to get you in with that shipmen to get into the cult,” Isobel informed.

“Absofuckinglutly not!”

All eyes flew to OA. No one spoke, everyone was in too much shock, you included.

“Let’s talk in my office,” Isobel coolly replied as she took a few steps in that direction.

“It doesn’t matter if we talk here or there, the answer is still no,” OA declared.

“OA!”

When he looked at you, he saw the alarm in your eyes. He took a breath and rubbed his goatee around his lips down to his beard. You stood and walked ahead to Isobel’s office. You filed in first, then Isobel, Jubal, and finally, OA. Once the door closed, Isobel was the first to speak.

“Okay, Agent Zidan, take a breath,” she cautiously began as if giving him a nonverbal reminder of who he was. “The plan is simple; Y/N will infiltrate the shipment. Once at the cult location, you will locate the SVU agent and assess the situation. Your objective is to get the bosses into a compromising position for us to bring them in and nail their asses to the wall to give us the win,” Isobel explained.

“While bringing in whatever intel you can on NDB,” Jubal added.

“No. You want her to go undercover as a trafficked sex slave, and before you tell me don’t know what’ll happen, yeah, we do. These women are kidnapped, brutally and violently broken in, then drugged up to be pimped out. There is no way we’re letting Y/N in that,” OA finalized.

“OA, we understand, but she’s had experience with this. I am confident in her ability and skill to get in, find the agent and accomplish the objective,” Isobel reasoned. “Y/N, what do you say?”

You looked between Isobel and Jubal, who waited each with different expressions on their faces. You could feel the death rays from OA beside you. When you looked at him, the look was worse than you expected. He looked at you expectantly. He expected you to say no.

“I can do it. It’s not a big deal,” assured. OA rolled his eyes, clenched his jaw, then turned his back to you.

“All right, we’ll get you up to speed. Let me say this, as a woman I know what I am asking you, I know the danger and risk this will put you in but I am one-hundred percent sure that this is not more than you are capable of,” Isobel slid in with a warm smile before she walked out of the room.

Before you could say anything to him, OA was bolting out the door too. Jubal put the files in front of you. he looked as if he had a question to ask, but instead, he nodded and patted your shoulder. “We have you, Y/N,” he said before he walked out of the office.

The next two hours passed with you drilling yourself, trying to memorize everything in the files. With your head on the task at hand, it didn’t mean that you didn’t see OA every time he stalked past the room with the sourest expression on his face. You knew he was pissed, and it bothered you. His worry wasn’t unwarranted. He was right going undercover like this was dangerous, especially seeing how dangerous and racist the NDB was that danger was increasingly greater.

When you got up to stretch your legs, you saw him at his desk. As you approached, you tried to act as normal as possible. Once beside him, you inhaled his scent, one of his favorite things.

“Think you can quiz me?”

The look he gave you was an incredulous one that said you were crazy. “No, thanks.”

“OA, come on. Let’s talk,” you whispered. OA sighed and looked around him, accessing the number of eyes on you.

“Fine.”

“Conference room at the end of the hall,” you instructed before you walked off, making a pit stop in the office to gather the files.

Once inside the conference room, you paced the room, walking around the table. Almost eight minutes passed before the door opened, and OA walked in. He stood beside the door with you, standing across the room where the projector was. You stared at each other, neither wanting to concede. At the same time, you both walked around the conference table to meet in the middle. Once before each other, you sighed when you saw the tight clench of his jaw.

“Come on, Omar.”

OA groaned and went soft. “Of course, you’d use my name at a time like this.”

“You’re being unreasonable,” you continued.

“Me? Y/N, this is a sex trafficking ring, a racist one. This is too dangerous, and you know it.”

“No, you know what I know is I've done this before. Neither is the less evil. If this were a week ago, you wouldn’t be acting like this, and you know it,” you breached.

OA sighed again and dropped his head back. “Are you saying I’m acting worried for your safety because—,” he began.

“Am I wrong?”

OA didn’t speak for almost a minute before he sat on the conference table, leaving you to stand there waiting. He rubbed his face and mumbled something that you didn’t catch.

“Yes, you’re wrong. If it were a week ago, I’d still object. I would still feel the same way I do now, about the case and you.”

You stared at each other again. He reached out and pulled you between his legs to him. “There are so many ways this can go bad, so many ways you can get hurt, and I won’t be there. I’m—I’m scared.”

Your heart melted at his admission. OA scoffed.

“I’m fucking scared, and I don’t know what to do about it. I have no control here. If it’s you and me out there, then there is some control, with this--.”

You gripped his jaw and made him look at you. “I get it,” you whispered. OA sniffled and clenched his jaw in that control freak trying to keep his impulses internal way that you’d fallen in love with. You couldn’t help but kiss him even though it was a bad idea, especially considering where you were right now. OA kissed you back, letting it remain slow and tender.

You pressed your forehead to his then sighed as you pulled back to look at him. “We can’t let our fears get in the way of the job. You know that,” you whispered. OA nodded.

“I know, I know, but you’re more than the job now, Y/N. This is more, and no matter if we wanted to just leave things unspoken or not, it is still something. Friday night meant something, Saturday meant something, a few hours ago—that meant something. You’re not just my partner anymore,” OA finished.

He was right; the dynamics of your relationship had now changed. You’d crossed a line, and professional was not what this was anymore. It was something more. Something that neither of you had discussed for whatever reasons, but you both knew you would have to have the discussion. Now was not the time, though.

“OA, this is happening. I can’t be distracted in there. I can’t have you in the back of my head worrying that you’re not okay with this, that you don’t have my back in this.”

“You’re kidding, right? Y/N, I always have your back; I will always have your back. Yeah, I don’t agree with this op, and I wish that you would reconsider, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have your back with it. Your back, my back, we got that.”

You nodded and dropped your forehead to his chest to release a relieved breath. You desperately needed to hear those words, and you hadn’t realized how desperately until now. OA kissed the top of your head.

“I’m going to do whatever necessary to make sure you come home to me. Whatever it takes,” OA finished.

You locked eyes with him seeing the vehemence of his declaration radiating from them.

For the next hour, OA drilled you on the contents of the folder and helped you do what he did best, get your head in the game.

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