Celeste

You say 'push around' but the truth is that you wouldn't be here without them. And for that, you probably will miss them.

But, will you miss their weirdly obsessive protectiveness over you? The constant praise you receive from Lucy, and grunts of approval from Tim? Or maybe the way Lucy softly touches your arms as she speaks to you or Tim's rough hand that gently holds your lower back to shield you and bring you closer to him- even when you were just walking alongside each other? Will you miss how they dominantly call you 'their boot' and how it makes you shiver from intimidation and...arousal? Their lingering eyes on you from afar? Their constant want to help you with your end-of-day reports and defensiveness when criminals tried to talk back at you, or worse, hurt you?

…Yes, yes you will.

But, things change. And to be out of your long sleeves meant you were no longer 'their boot'. Whatever enticing tension you three had on the job that had you so sexually frustrated over countless sleepless nights was now something you didn't have to think about again.

When you walk into the office and take a seat (officially not at the front anymore) before role call, the air feels charged, like all eyes are on you. And then, applause erupts as officers crowd around, clapping your back and offering words of encouragement: “Good to have you back,” and “Glad you pulled through.” It’s overwhelming, but the warmth in their voices is genuine.

Still, there are two voices conspicuously absent.

You glance around the room, scanning for familiar faces, but Tim and Lucy are nowhere in sight. Your chest tightens- a mix of relief and disappointment. Whatever, they’ll show up eventually.

“Alright, listen up!” Sergeant Grey announces, silencing the room immediately, “I would like to start off by congratulating Officer Y/L/N for officially becoming P2. And, of course, making one hell of a recovery.”

A flush creeps up your neck as the room bursts into applause again. Your smile can't help but warm your face. “Thank you, Sir. It’s good to be back.”

“It is,” Grey replies, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Which is why I’m sure you’ll love spending your first shift back at the front desk.” The laughter that ripples through the room is good-natured, but your smile tightens. You knew this was coming. Plus, what more fun could you possibly have with anyone else but Smitty on the job?

...Well, there were definitely some things you could think of.

“Settle down, let’s get things started,” Sergeant Grey begins, lifting a hand to quiet the room. “We’ve got a new face in town. Detective Miles,” He raises his hand, guiding you all to look at the back of the room.

Your gaze follows- and snags.

Detective Miles steps forward, his presence illuminating your attention into a trance. His face is clean-shaven, highlighting his sharp jawline and perfectly-tinted lips, his tanned skin and brown hair shine against the sunlight coming from the windows, and he’s gazing down at you with such pretty brown eyes and a confident smile tugs at his lips.

“You all know what to do- treat him kindly and with respect," Grey says, his voice fading into the background as you can’t seem to look away. “And Officer Y/L/N,” Grey adds, snapping your attention back, “since you’ll be spending your time at the front desk you can show him around the station.”

Oh, yes you will. You can't believe it- he is yours to tour around.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, moving on,” Sergeant Grey says, but anything else he has to say is blurred by the new sight for sore eyes you can’t seem to get out of your head as you stare blankly at the whiteboard.

From afar where Lucy and Tim stand in the back, only just making it to role call with no time to spare, they watch the exchange carefully with frowns upon their faces.

“Are you seeing this?” Lucy mutters, her eyes unsure where to fixate on.

Tim crosses his arms, “Unfortunately,” He grumbles with a stare burning into the back of your head and his jaw tightening.

By the time Sergeant Grey ends role call and almost everyone has cleared the room, you find yourself standing up and strolling your way to the new Detective, a welcoming smile spreading across your face to soften whatever nerves he may have. Up close, he's even taller than you thought.

Detective Miles offers his hand with confidence practically radiating off of him, “Congratulations, Officer Y/L/N. I’m looking forward to learning from the best.”

You take his hand, his grip warm and firm, “Please, you talk too highly of someone who you haven’t even met,” You laugh lightly, hoping the flush on your cheeks isn’t obvious as you shake his hand back- how can they feel so silky smooth? “Thank you, Detective. And welcome to the team.”

As you both let your hands go, Detective Miles smiles wider, his brown eyes crinkling. “I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy it here.”

You couldn't agree more. But, behind you, Tim and Lucy linger in the doorway with unwavering figures and matching scowls.

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As the station settles back into its usual rhythm, you take your time showing Detective Miles around. He’s a quick learner and attentive, leaning down slightly whenever you explain something, his easy smile always matching yours. It’s unnerving how effortlessly charming he is as he grasps any chance he can to make you laugh with a lighthearted joke and banter. 

However, it’s even more unnerving how you can feel the weight of two pairs of eyes on you. You don’t need to look back to know Tim and Lucy are watching your every move. Their presence burns into your spine, a tangible heat that prickles your skin.

“So, how long have you been with the LAPD?” Miles asks as you guide him through the office. 

“Just over a year now,” you reply, glancing up at him. His height is almost ridiculous- he towers over you in a way that feels simultaneously intimidating and enticing. “Technically not a rookie anymore, so I’m finally free from my two TOs.” 

“Two TOs, huh?” He chuckles, his voice low and smooth. “Must’ve been a troubling rookie to need double the training.” 

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. “No! Not to be biased but I so was the best rookie ever. It’s not my fault the other two who started with me flamed out and got booted. They had all these extra TOs to go around, so Lucy joined the party."

Miles tilts his head, subtle but focused. "I can't imagine how intimidating that would've been for someone so new to the job."

Your lips part to answer, but you struggle to let words slip off your tongue. 

Intimidating didn't even begin to describe it. Tim’s commanding bark of orders ('Don't do that again! You hear me, boot?') and Lucy’s piercing gaze as she cornered you had left you scrambling and submitting ('Yes, Sir. Yes, Ma'am.") more times than you could count. Yet, it was the kind of pressure that moulded you- strengthened you. And there were moments, moments you could never admit when their dominance had felt…rousing. The way their eyes always lingered just a moment too long when they thought you weren’t looking. Their featherlight touches as they graze past you was also another topic that had you trembling.

“It was,” you begin, your voice steady despite the rush of heat climbing your neck. "But they balanced each other out. Lucy's teaching style was affirming- gentle but serious when needed, and Tim..." You puffed out air, "Yeah, he was rough. But, honestly, he's a big softie once you get to know him."

Miles' grin widens, "I feel like you're speaking way too kindly of your TOs."

You nudge him in the side jokingly, "Hey! I wouldn't be where I am without them, so I have to give them that. Maybe you should thank them- after all, without their stellar training, I wouldn’t be here showing you around." You flutter your lashes in mock dramatics, adding with a smirk. "It is an honour to know me, after all."

He chuckles as he stops in his tracks and you follow in pursuit, "Yeah, I guess it is." He murmurs, his eyes warming yours in such a way you become lost in the chocolate hues.

And for a fleeting moment, the bustling station fades to a dull hum. It’s just you and him, standing a little too close, your breath caught in your chest as the air between you charges with something unspoken.

"Boot!"

The commanding boom of his voice immediately breaks whatever spell had you under Miles' trance. You break eye contact with him and whip your head to your right, finding yourself drawn to the unmistakable source of the sound.

Tim and Lucy stand at a distance, their mere presence filling the space between you and Miles with an undeniable chill- a familiar, thrilling tension you haven’t felt in a while.

You squeak out a response as they close the distance, "Tim, Lucy, I didn't expect to see you here! I thought you guys took the day off- I didn't see you at role call.”

Well, duh, you didn't see them- you were too busy making lovey-dovey eyes at the new detective.

However, at your words, their stony exteriors soften just slightly, cracks in their walls that betray their affection. Of course, you looked for them. Of course, you’d noticed. That’s who you are. Their person. Their boot.

Lucy stifles a laugh as she shoves your arm a little- a touch light but purposeful, “Oh, boot, we were just running late. No way we'd miss your first attendance back from your recovery. It’s a shame you can't be back in the shop with us.”

You tilt your head, trying to compose yourself under their piercing gazes. “Back with you two? My goodness, do you miss me already?” you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Tim’s frown only deepens, the weight of his stare pinning you in place as he folds his arms, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You squint your eyes, “I’m not your boot anymore, remember? I can do whatever I want now. But, don’t worry, I’ll try not to embarrass you two by being too competent on my own."

The words hang in the air like a live wire. Their reactions are immediate- Lucy’s mouth falls open, her usual poise faltering, while Tim’s jaw tightens to the point you swear you hear it creak. Their silence is as loud as any outburst, and you can’t help but suppress a smirk.

Before they can erupt with outbursts, you take it upon yourself to turn your attention to Miles- who stands there oblivious to the tension between you all as you tug on his arm to bring him closer to you, “Tim, Lucy, this is Detective Miles. Detective Miles, these were my training officers."

Detective Miles extends a polite hand toward Tim and Lucy, his easily confident persona aromatises within the air. “It’s an honour to meet the officers responsible for training Y/L/N. Clearly, you’ve done a phenomenal job.” His alluring grin is effortless and you can’t help but smile at his words, scarlet burning up in your face as you flicker your gaze up at him.

Tim, however, doesn’t take the hand right away. His eyes narrow as he sizes up the detective, the weight of his scrutiny palpable. Finally, he shakes Miles’ hand- firm, deliberate, borderline territorial. “Detective,” he says curtly, his tone laced with subtle warning.

Lucy, ever the professional, steps in with a disarming smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Welcome, Detective. We’re happy to have you here,” she says, though there’s a hidden coolness in her tone that betrays her kind words.

Detective Miles nods, releasing Tim’s grip before turning to Lucy. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to working with everyone here,” he replies smoothly, though he looks down at you for the briefest moment.

Tim catches it. Of course, he does. His jaw tightens further, his voice dropping an octave as he addresses you. “Boot, a word.”

Your stomach flips.

You know that tone. The one that he used on you so much back when you were under their command. It was the kind that couldn’t be fucked with, and you know better than to go against him because really, it’s not a question- it’s an order. 

You glance at Lucy, who arches a brow but stays quiet. Shit, Lucy was always quick to defend you, even from her own boyfriend when Tim got too harsh. And when it did come to crucial times when Tim did need to put you in your place, Lucy’s eyes always spoke to you in a comforting, disciplined way. 

But not right now. Which means Lucy is just as pissed as Tim.

Fuck.

You dart your eyes back to Miles, who gives you an encouraging nod- clearly unaware of the storm brewing between you and your former TOs. He places his hand on your shoulder, “Go ahead, Y/L/N. I’ll catch up with you later and we can finish the tour then?”

You force a smile, your nerves prickling under their gaze. “Well of course, I wouldn’t want to miss catching up with you, Detective,” you murmur, a sly grin tugging at your lips before you reluctantly turn to follow Tim and Lucy.

What should have been a short walk quickly becomes a long one as the three of you move farther away, out of both earshot and sight. The suffocating silence doesn't help the relentless tension building between you all and with the two close to your sides, you can't stop the shiver that runs up your spine as Tim brushes his hand gently against your lower back, steering you. At the same time, Lucy’s knuckles graze yours ever so slightly. It's a fleeting contact, but enough to set your nerves alight.

You sigh softly, the memory of their attention and authority rushing back like a drug. It feels like ages since you’ve felt this from them, and fuck, you wish they’d do more than just touch your back and your hand. The restraint is intoxicating, and you crave it- you crave them.

The second they guide you into an empty room, your adrenaline pumps alarmingly as you can't help but watch as Lucy turns the lock, its echo wailing amongst the quietness.

Tim finally speaks up, “What the hell was that?” He rounds on you with eyes blazing.

“What was what?” you reply defensively, as you shrug your shoulders. “I was doing my job, Tim. Showing the new guy around. You know, the thing Grey assigned me to do?”

Lucy steps in, her voice softer but no less pointed. “Boot, we get it. You’re independent now, no longer under our wing. But that doesn’t mean you need to be…” she hesitates, searching for the right word, “…reckless.”

Oh, he can not be serious right now.

Your furrow your eyebrows, “Reckless?” you repeat, incredulous. “How is being nice to a new colleague reckless? He’s a Detective, for fuck’s sake, not some random guy off the street!”

Tim’s frown deepens, his voice dropping lower in the hopes you'll follow his lead. “You don’t know him, boot. You don’t know his intentions, and he sure as hell doesn’t know you like we do.”

You gape at them, a mix of frustration and disbelief bubbling up inside you. “His intentions? Are you serious right now? He’s literally been here for five minutes, we were just becoming good friends. Fuck, clearly I don’t know his intentions because I just met him!”

“And yet you’re already blushing and giggling like he’s the best thing to happen around here,” Tim growls, his words laced with something dangerously close to jealousy as he steps closer to you, “This isn’t high school, boot. You don’t make those types of friends here. And you certainly don’t need to flirt your way through the precinct.”

You throw your hands up in the air, scoffing, “Oh, am I not allowed to make friends now? You know for people who aren’t my TOs anymore, you sure act like you still own me.”

Lucy folds her arms, her expression unreadable. “We’re looking out for you, Boot. Like we always have.”

You glare at them, your emotions a tangled mess, “It’s funny that you two keep calling me boot when you and I know you have no control over me.” You fold your arms as you narrow your eyes.

Yet, your bold statement only lasts a few seconds when Tim and Lucy glance at each other one more time before they turn back to you, both holding dark stares at you as they step closer into your space, warming your already heated up body and your breath hitches at their closeness.

Tim lowers himself so his hot breath meets your ear, “We’re not playing games here, boot. I don’t care how long you’ve been out of long sleeves- you are ours. Keep fucking around, and you will find out.” He whispers, giving you one lingering look as he pulls away from your ear, “Understood?”

Your body betrays you as goosebumps crawl up your neck- clearly noticeable to Tim and Lucy, along with your inability to bite back as you shudder your exhale, “Yes, Sir.” You look at Lucy, “Yes, Ma’am.”

Tim hums at your response, revelling in your easy submission. He gives a nod to Lucy whose cheeks are faintly flushed and they open the door, taking you back out to the busy station that is unaware of the tension that storms within you three.

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You don't stop.

In fact, you get worse.

Throughout the rest of the shift, whenever Tim and Lucy arrive back at the station after dragging in multiple criminals and barely catching their breath, they’re met with the maddening sight of you doing exactly what they told you not to. Walking the halls with Detective Miles, your laughter light and melodic as you nudge his arm at the front desk. Your lip caught teasingly between your teeth, batting your lashes up at him whenever he leans in too close, his fingers brushing the barest touch against your arm. And then just to really push it- you lean in just a fraction closer, your faces mere inches apart as you exchange a hushed laugh in the Detective’s office.

God, how much of a brat could you be?

It's blatant disobedience- a performance that Lucy and Tim see through immediately. This isn’t you, not the sweet, compliant rookie who once hung on their every word, striving to prove herself. That version of you listened to them, understood them, and most certainly didn't need to be told twice. Your sweet, friendly nature and how you carried yourself with a quiet determination are what drew them to you. And with that, you instantly became theirs.

But now? Now, they can barely recognise you. This new version- bold, teasing, rebellious- has their blood boiling.

Tim’s jaw tightens as he watches your sultry eyes fixate on Miles, your smile lingering far too long. “She’s trying to get under our skin,” he growls, voice low and simmering.

Lucy, standing next to him, crosses her arms tightly over her chest. Her eyes narrow as they follow the subtle tilt of your head, the way you lean in just a little too close to Miles. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.” She mutters.

Then, your laughter rings out across the room, only stoking the fire burning in their chests.

Tim’s eyes darken, his gaze fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prey, “She’s testing us. She thinks we’re just going to stand here and let her get away with this.”

Lucy tilts her head, a slow, wicked smirk curling at the edges of her lips as she glances up at him, “Think it’s time we remind her who she belongs to?”

“A thorough reminder,” Tim agrees, his tone so dangerously low it sends a shiver down her spine. His gaze remains locked on you, unwavering.

As if sensing their stares, you glance up, meeting their eyes from across the room. For just a moment, your smile falters and you widen your eyes. For that split second, something unspoken passes between the three of you- an electric charge, a promise of reckoning. And it has your breath hitching and your body heating.

You quickly turn your attention back to Miles, forcing the playful grin back onto your face, but it’s too late. 

They’ve seen enough. 

Lucy’s smirk deepens, her hand brushing Tim’s arm. She turns and walks away with an air of finality, Tim following close behind. “Let’s make sure she doesn’t forget this time.”

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It isn’t until a little later that you finally break away from Miles, and while you couldn’t agree more that he was a good distraction from doing boring administration organising, he was a perfect distraction to cool off the overwhelming tension you have felt all day.

You can’t help it. The way they looked at you, dark and possessive, their expressions unreadable but commanding…it’s all you’ve been able to think about. Your core heats every time the memory resurfaces, your pulse quickening with the knowledge that you’ve royally screwed up.

The truth is painfully clear for your stubborn ass: this will only end one way. You will have to submit- just like you've always done.

With a folder tucked under your arm, you begin to make your way towards the elevators. Your steps are light, and a soft hum escapes you as you press the button and wait, blissfully unaware of the two shadows stalking you from behind.

Because while your pretty head is in the clouds, Tim and Lucy move like predators with their prey locked in sight.

Which is why when you find yourself walking to the back of the elevator and turn around, a gasp slips out of your lips at the sight of your TOs also entering the confined space.

“Fancy seeing you two here,” You manage to blurt out, your façade wavering as their eyes rake over you, taking a spot directly in front of you. Their backs are close enough that you can smell each of their colognes- Tim; woody, earthy, masculine and Lucy; roses, vanilla, undeniably feminine. Both oh so different, but blending perfectly together.

No doubt, the two can smell you- it’s all they’ve fucking smelt this whole day. Since day one, your English pear and freesia scent has been a constant, weaving its way into their uniforms, their senses, their thoughts.

“Could say the same thing about you,” Tim replies as he turns his head to the side. He doesn’t hold back as his eyes flick down your body and back up to your eyes, “Taking those folders somewhere?”

You nod quickly, “To the basement’s safe,” You study their empty hands, “You?’

“Just coming along for the ride,” Lucy hums, but her low voice suggests that they aren’t just here for that. 

As the elevator doors close with ominous ding and the chatter outside in the station starts to fade as the elevator descends, you feel smaller within the space. The artificial light buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows that only heighten the tension, and you press the folder to your chest as if it could create a barrier between you and them.

Fuck, how slow is this elevator? You bite the inside of your cheek, glancing at the flickering floor numbers. If you’d known they were going to be here, you’d have taken the stairs.

Wood, earth, roses, vanilla. 

The scents wrap around you, intoxicating and suffocating all at once.

2. 1. Base. Ground. Underground.

Underground- your stop. Relief bubbles for a split second and you’re just about to leap out of your stance but, the doors do not open.

Instead, there is a flicker of the light, followed by a jolt…

And then it just, stops.

The elevator jerks to a halt, the buzz dying out, leaving an eerie silence in its place.

“What the hell-” Tim mutters, slamming his hands against the panel of buttons. The emergency light flares to life in a harsh, red glow.

Your chest tightens as the reality of the situation sinks in- you’re trapped. With them.

You glance at Tim and Lucy. Tim’s hand rests on the button panel, his fingers flexing as if he’s testing the patience of the unresponsive machinery. Lucy, meanwhile, leans casually against the wall, her head tilting ever so slightly as her sharp eyes assess you like a predator calculating its next move. 

The air is thick, charged, the scent of cologne and perfume mingling until it feels like it’s wrapping around you, pulling you into their orbit. You swear they’ve moved closer, though neither of them has taken a visible step. Or maybe it’s just you, shrinking further against the cold metal wall in a futile attempt to create distance.

“So,” Lucy breaks the silence first, “What’s the plan, Tim? We just hang out here until someone notices we’re gone?”

He replies, “Well, unless you’re volunteering to climb out the hatch and save us, I think we’ll be waiting a while.” His tone is somewhat casual, even light, which only unsettles you even more.

You force a shaky laugh, attempting to dispel the tension, “Great. Guess we’re stuck together for a bit then.”

Lucy hums softly, her gaze flickering to you. “Seems that way.” There’s a pause, and then she adds, “You don’t seem too thrilled about it, though. Nervous?”

You blink at her, caught off guard, “Nervous? Nervous about what?” You stammer, clutching the folder even tighter against your chest.

Lucy straightens from her relaxed pose, her gaze settling on you sharp as a blade. “Oh, I don’t know,” she muses, stepping just a fraction closer. “Maybe the fact that you’ve been acting out all day? Running around, batting those pretty eyes at Miles like we wouldn’t notice?” 

Your back hits the corner of the elevator, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You manage weakly, your voice faltering under their combined scrutiny. 

“Oh, I think you do,” Tim starts up, his attention now diverted from the elevator’s buttons to, more importantly, you. “I think,” he begins, his deep voice grasping your attention as he steps closer, his tall frame eclipsing yours with every deliberate inch, and you swear the air grows thinner. “You’re forgetting your role here- who had you first, who taught you everything you needed to know. You’re forgetting who controls you and will until the day you walk out of here.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, loud enough to drown out everything but his voice.

“I think you’re forgetting,” He continues, “that while you aren’t a rookie anymore, in our eyes, you will always be our boot, you will always be ours.”

The elevator feels impossibly small now, their presence overwhelming, the walls seeming to press inward. Your heart is so palpable it echoes in your ears, drowning out the bustling station beyond the stuck elevator doors. Your breathing is shaky and uneven- every attempt to steady yourself only makes it worse.

“You know what I think, Tim?” Lucy asks, her voice smoother, softer, but no less dangerous as she steps closer too. Her eyes dark with a glint of mischievousness look down into your wide ones as she raises her hand, her fingers delicately twirling the loose strands of your ponytail.

“Hmm?” Tim hums, his gaze never leaving you.

“I think she hasn’t forgotten at all,” Lucy tugs at the band in your hair, her movements slow and elaborate until the elastic slips out. Your hair cascades over your shoulders, and her lips curl into a knowing smile as she brushes a strand away from your face, tucking it behind your ear, “I think she knows exactly what she’s doing and just wanted our attention. That’s why you kept flirting with him, pushing our buttons, talking back when you know damn well you should’ve kept your mouth shut. Isn’t that right, boot?”

A gasp escapes you as her fingers glide to the base of your neck, her touch firm but tantalisingly soft. You shudder, feeling utterly caged between them as their presence consuming every thought, every breath.

But no words come out. You’re utterly silent, caught in the whirlwind of your own racing thoughts. What once lived only in your fantasies- those forbidden moments you imagined with Tim and Lucy- was now unravelling in front of you, real and tangible. Of course, you went against them. It was the only way to rile them up, to draw their attention back to you, to feel the weight of their focus that you crave. 

But now, as their intense gazes pin you in place, you realise the truth. You didn’t need to defy them to get their attention. You’ve always had it- completely, entirely, overwhelmingly.

Tim’s smirk grows as he takes a step closer, his broad frame now entirely blocking out the dull glow of the elevator lights. Without realising it, you let Tim take the folder from your hands. He places it on the ground, leaving your fingers bare and uncertain, fluttering at your sides as if they’re searching for purpose. “See, Lucy,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours, “she gets it. She knows she belongs to us. She doesn’t need to say a damn thing because she knows who’s in charge here.”

“Oh, I don’t think she does. I want to hear it.” Lucy’s gaze sharpens, locking onto yours with a predatory intensity. “Who do you belong to, boot?”

A shiver courses down your spine as you feel Tim’s broad frame manoeuvring to stand behind you. And then his calloused fingers graze down to your waist where they find themselves comfortable in your natural dent. He squeezes your waist as he tugs you closer to his chest and you can’t help the gasp that falls from your softy parted lips at the feeling of his hard cock pulsing beneath.

“Don’t make us wait, baby,” Lucy whispers, her voice silky and it sets your nerves alight. “We know how much you want to admit it.”

Suffocating. Intoxicating. Hot. It’s all you can feel in this very moment where Tim and Lucy have you trapped between them- your senses heightened so much you don’t know how you’re still alive with the rate at which your heart thumps. Your hands flex and unflex, the tension in your body coiling tighter. Finally, the words spill from your lips, trembling but certain: “You, Ma’am and Sir.”

“Good girl,” Lucy purrs and she rewards you with a sharp tug on your roots, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stifle the gasp that threatens to escape. Her eyes glimmer with approval. “Let us remind you just how much you mean to us.”

Us.

The word slams into you like a tidal wave, raw and overwhelming. Tim and Lucy don’t just want you- they want you together. The realisation burns through you, leaving no room for doubt. You’re theirs. Not Lucy’s alone, nor Tim’s. Both.

And they’re going to share you.

Your thoughts spin, head reeling at the sheer weight of the moment. This is your first time in something like this, a party of three where you’re the centerpiece. 

A gasp escapes you as what could’ve been just one pair of lips pressing to yours becomes two- it’s a whole new overwhelming yet blissful sensation.

Lucy’s mouth claims yours first. Her lips are gentle yet commanding, and there’s nothing rushed or possessive about it as her fingers tighten in your hair to anchor you to her. Your lips part instinctively, inviting her tongue to sweep in, taste and explore you.

At the same time, Tim’s lips find the curve of your neck, trailing wet, burning kisses that make you shudder. His touch is softer than you expected but the heat in his movements is unmistakable. The combination of their attention sets your nerves aflame, and your body responds without hesitation. 

Your arms snake around Lucy’s waist, pulling her closer until her chest presses firmly against yours. Behind you, your hips grind back against Tim, your movements shameless, desperate. Sandwiched between them, there’s no room for restraint, no thought of anything beyond the electric current running through your veins. Pretty, breathless noises tumble from your lips at any chance available, which Tim and Lucy only revel in more. 

Lucy pulls away first, her lips swollen and curved into a sly smirk as she stares into your low eyes, “Fuck, boot, I didn’t know you had it in you,” She whispers, her hands releasing from your hair as she traces the everlasting goosebumps that don’t shy from her touch, “and you’re trembling for us, losing control already, are we?”

“You should feel how her ass is grinding into my cock, Luce,” Tim murmurs from behind and your cheeks immediately redden at his filthy words. One of his hands glides up to cup your jaw, tilting your face so you’re forced to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes the edge of your rosy-tinted cheek, his touch firm but unbearably tender, “I think our needy boot wants more, don’t you?”

Your eyebrows flash upwards, the inner parts knitting together as you look into Tim’s dark eyes. While his face may show his steadiness, the boner that presses into you definitely says otherwise of his demeanour. 

You’re breathless, "Yes please, Sir,” you whisper, voice barely audible.

The corners of his lips twitch upward before he claims your mouth in a kiss that’s searing, demanding. It’s nothing like Lucy’s- it’s rougher, hungrier, a kiss that takes without apology. His hand keeps your jaw firmly in place, his thumb stroking your skin as his other hand grips your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. His hips drive into you more as you both yearn for more friction.

With deft fingers, Lucy begins to undress you; she works her way down the buttons of your shirt, each reveal leaving you more exposed, more vulnerable. When the fabric falls away, your bra and the curve of your cleavage are left bare for her to admire.

You don’t dare stop her. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. Instead, your hands move upward, clasping around her neck as she leans in, her lips hovering just above your skin. Her breath is scalding against your exposed chest, and you can’t help but arch into her touch- a soft, needy moan spilling from your lips.

Then, her lips press against your skin as she unclasps your bra, each kiss marking your skin with her possessive claim. You can’t help but shudder as you pull away from Tim, a shaky breath escaping your lips while your entire body trembles under her touch. The heat of her body presses against yours, leaving you dizzy and overwhelmed with desire. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, boot,” she mumbles against your skin, her voice low and sultry, sending a surge of warmth straight to your core. “You’re going to make us both so proud, aren’t you?” 

Tim’s voice is rough, desperate, “Get on your knees for us, baby. We want to see just how much you can take.” 

Your heart races at the command. A nervous tension coils in your stomach, but the thrill of pleasing them outweighs the nerves. Slowly, almost shyly, you drop to your knees, your hands shaky as they undo Tim’s pants. You can’t look away from the hunger in their eyes as you work, your fingers fumbling for a moment before you manage to slide his zipper down, revealing the growing bulge beneath. A quiet breath leaves your lips, both from nervousness and anticipation. You’ve never felt this exposed, but it only drives the heat in your body higher. 

Tim watches you intently, his eyes dark with lust, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches you, waiting. His words are soft but filled with command, “That’s it, baby. You’ve got it. Don’t be shy. Show us how good you are.” 

You nod hesitantly, but it’s enough to spur you on. Shifting your attention, you gently take Tim’s cock out and into your hand, the feel of him warm and heavy against your palm. Your breath catches in your throat as you lower your mouth to his tip, your lips parting just barely. The first touch of your mouth makes him groan, and you can’t help but redden at how much it turns him on. The nervousness lingers, but you push it away, focusing on giving him the pleasure he craves. Slowly, you take him deeper, the sensation of his length filling your mouth makes your cheeks flush even more.

As you hollow your cheeks to deepthroat him, you feel Lucy’s hand slide into your hair, guiding you in and out of his cock. Her breath is soft but heavy as she watches you, her voice a sultry whisper. “Take it all, boot. You’re doing so well.” 

Your head swirls with the praise, your hands caressing Tim’s thighs while you continue to work him with your mouth. 

Then, your other hand drifts to Lucy, who watches you with an appreciative grin on her lips. With her pants already down, your fingers hesitantly brush over her soft skin, touching between her legs. Lucy’s hand guides you, urging you to touch her the way she likes. Her moan of approval vibrates through you as she spreads her legs wider for you, her body arching as you find your thumb taking the lead on Lucy as you circle her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so eager,” Tim breathes, his hand threading into your hair as well, urging you to take him deeper. The roughness in his voice makes you feel small, yet desired. “Show us how much you can take, sweetheart.” 

Your fingers work faster on Lucy, moving from teasing touches on her clit to more purposeful strokes along her pussy- your mouth eagerly takes Tim in again. Every touch, every command, fuels the growing ache between your thighs. The rhythm of your movements becomes more confident, your nerves slowly melting away as their praise lifts you higher. The tension in your body continues to build, each second heightening the need to please them both. 

As you continue, Lucy’s fingers tug at your hair, gently pulling you away from Tim’s cock, your lips leaving a trail of saliva. “Switch, baby,” Lucy purrs, her tone both demanding and affectionate. “Come here, show me how good you can be for me.” 

You eagerly obey, shifting your position and giving Lucy the attention she craves. Your mouth closes around her, your hands steadying her thighs as you indulge her with the same fervour. Tim watches with pride, his voice low and encouraging. “That’s it, boot. You’ve got this. So fucking perfect.” 

You feel the heat build in your chest as you look up and realise the hunger growing more in both of their eyes as you continue. Your body trembles under the pressure of their gaze and touch.

“Look at those pretty eyes,” Lucy moans, her head falling back against the elevator’s wall even more as your wet tongue runs through her folds, and you can’t help but blush at her compliment. You give her one last kitten lick to her clit before replacing your tongue with your finger as you draw slow circles to her bundle of nerves, switching back to Tim’s leaking cock. 

Your saliva from before now mixes with his pre-cum as it drips down onto your left hand that still rests around the base of it. You take him generously, earning another groan from Tim. His hand catches onto your hair, his rough fingers tugging your sensitive roots, “That’s right, sweetheart. Keep going. Fuck, you’re doing so good for us.” And with his praise, you hum around his cock in delight, earning another moan from above.

However, as you continue to suck on Tim’s cock, your attention peaks at Lucy’s hitched short breaths the more you rub her clit. Her little whispers of I’m close, I’m so close, have you pulling away from Tim and you latch yourself back onto Lucy. Your mouth and fingers work at the same time, two digits hooked within her wet core, hitting perfectly at her g-spot as your tongue goes back to licking up and down her silky folds, giving her clit some love as you suck on it with just the right amount of pressure.

“Shit, your mouth feels so good on my wet pussy,” Lucy’s filthy words slip effortlessly off her tongue as she finds herself looking down at you with dilated pupils as you work her. Her mouth is agape and her eyebrows knit into concentration at the sensations from what can only be described as her new addiction- you.

With her climax getting closer and your pace deepening, her fingers thread more through your strands as she brings your head closer to her pussy. “You’re such a good girl, boot. Please don’t stop- I’m so close.”

You wouldn’t dare to pull away now, your heart exhilarates for the girl looking down at you. You do your best to please her, despite your knees getting sore and your jaw aching from the relentless movement. The sound of her ragged breath mixed with your own growing desperation is intoxicating. 

You continue to lap at her, pushing deeper, flicking your tongue in all the right places as she writhes above you, her thighs trembling, “Fuck, boot… Just like that…” Her voice is breathy, almost a whimper as she nears her peak, and you push yourself harder, giving her exactly what she wants.

Meanwhile, Tim’s hand guides yours on his cock. He’s watching you with darkened eyes, his voice filled with admiration and lust. “You’re doing so fucking well, baby.” He groans, his hips rocking into your touch, encouraging you to keep going.

His words hit you like a bolt of lightning, and your pace quickens, your tongue flicking in rapid, precise movements. You can hear Lucy’s breathing become erratic, her body starting to tense beneath you. With a sudden cry, she comes, her body quaking as she releases into your mouth, her legs shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.

You hum in approval, savouring her taste and the feel of her body writhing against you as she comes down from the high. Your hands never stop moving- one still holding Tim’s cock, the other now gently rubbing the inside of Lucy’s thigh. Both of their bodies are covered in the evidence of your actions, and that’s enough to boost your confidence.

“Fuck, after that she definitely needs a reward,” Tim rasps, removing his hands from your hair and wiping your teary cheeks softly.

Lucy breathlessly purrs, “I couldn’t agree more.” And so as she lets go of you, she sits down and rests her back against the wall. She tugs at your hand, inviting you to sit before her so your back relaxes against her chest.

Tim then crouches down in front of you, your heart rate picks up as he begins to unbuckle your belt, and then your button and zipper, and then pulls down your pants leaving you bare with just your underwear on.

“Oh, boot,” Tim slips out, drooling at the sight of your soaked underwear, “Is all of this because of us?”

You blush and nod, hiding yourself even more into Lucy as she lightly traces over your nipples, “I’ve never been this turned on. You’re both so good at what you do.”

Lucy’s movements still for a moment, and Tim’s expression softens as he looks at you.

“You’re so perfect,” Lucy rests her chin on your shoulder, her lips kissing around your ear with her voice just above a whisper. “It’s like you were made for us.”

“She is, thats why she’s ours and only ours,” Tim mumbles, unable to hold off any longer as he tugs on your underwear, teasingly lowering the garment down your legs until they’re at your ankles. “Be a good girl and spread your legs, boot.” 

Obeying to his command, you spread until your pussy is fully on display for him. Glistening against the elevator’s light, your core is exposed to the smallest of details.

Tim growls as he just delicately swipes his index finger from your hole to your clit, gathering the overload of natural lubrication. You almost find yourself begging, your trembles of stimulation are unable to be suppressed anymore. However, Tim beats you to it first as he lowers his head, dragging his tongue across your folds.

And with that, a sigh escapes your lips and you lean your head back, inviting Lucy to manoeuvre her kisses along your ear, your jaw, then your throat. She touches your nipples again, gently pinching and running circles around them which only elicits more arousal to pool at your core.

Tim's movements are deliberate and powerful from the hold he has on you- his hands finding themselves holding your hips to keep you in place. His stubble tickles your thighs and his tongue moves with practised ease, drawing broken gasps from your lips. He’s everywhere. One second he’s sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth, the next he’s dragging his warm tongue down to fuck your hole with it.

“Sir, oh-” You mewl, one hand reaching to grasp Lucy’s hair from behind and the other to grasp Tim’s massive bicep to keep the two closer to you. “Feels so good.”

Lucy chuckles next to you softly, looking over your shoulder and realising she’s getting wet just by watching her partner eat her other partner out, “Baby, watch him eat that gorgeous pussy of yours.” 

Your eyes flutter open, glancing down to meet Tim’s, but his eyes are already watching you. You can’t tell whether his irises are blue anymore by how dilated his pupils are, a dangerous black darkening his blue hue. You let out a quiet fuck as his eye contact never leaves yours, his mouth disappearing to your wetness whenever he goes lower to your hole.

“Oh my god, I can’t look anymore!” You rush out, breaking the trance as you close your eyes, “I can’t, I’m going to cum if I keep looking at him.”

Tim muffles a laugh against your core, a slip of control that is immediately replaced with concentration as he just lightly presses a finger to the entrance of your hole.

Lucy giggles as she squeezes your tits, “Careful, boot, you don’t want to boost his ego too much.”

“Mm, I can’t help it, no one’s ever eaten me out this go- Oh, fuck!” You gasp out, interrupted by Tim inserting his first finger into your pussy. He’s quick to curl his finger, finding that sweet spot of yours as your breath becomes reckless. Good, you’re getting close.

“That’s it, take what you need,” Lucy coos, pinching your nipples one last time before she slowly drops one hand to the front of your body, her fingers just above your clit. She glances down at Tim, a silent agreement conversing between them as he reluctantly takes his mouth off of you, however, still keeping his finger inside you. “How does she taste, Tim?”

“Like fucking heaven,” He rasps as he raises his head so he’s levelled with you and Lucy. Your breath is heavy as you stare at him, and you whimper at the sight of his mouth shining from your juices. Your low eyes are enough to blow his pride through the roof of this elevator, adding another finger to pump into your g-spot continuously, “Try for yourself.”

A moan escapes your lips as you watch the collision between the two partners. Their lips move in a fascinating synchrony, a heated rhythm that has you squirming. Lucy hums softly into Tim’s mouth, tasting your sweetness as their tongues dance around one another. But even as they lose themselves in each other, their fingers never leave you hanging. 

Lucy’s featherlight fingers circle your clit, giving your nerves that perfect amount of pressure. Meanwhile, Tim’s motions are anything but. His fingers are fast as they plunge deep, stretching you and filling you. Each thrust is skilled, each stroke coaxing you closer to the edge of oblivion.

Your inhale is sharp, that bubble in the pit of your abdomen growing bigger the more time passes, “I’m close, I’m close,” You exhale out amongst your erratic heavy breaths. 

Their lips part with an audible smack, and two pairs of hungry eyes divert their attention back to you. The heat is indescribable- your hot core, mixed in with the stuffy room and warm, sweaty bodies pressing against yours has your mind in a haze, every rational thought out the window. 

The only thing you can think of right now is that your former TOs are about to give you the best orgasm you have ever had.

“Look at you,” Lucy murmurs, her voice low and dripping with praise as she presses her lips to the shell of your ear. “Taking everything we give you. So perfect.” Her soft whispers are both grounding and intoxicating, her words dripping with praise that makes you arch closer to them both at once.

Tim’s eyes flick to yours, dark with intent but softened by something deeper, “Cum for us, sweetheart, we’ve got you.”

And that’s all it takes.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tight coil in your core snaps with explosive force. Your head falls back against Lucy’s shoulder as your cries echo through the small space, raw and uninhibited. The wave of your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you gasping as your hips jerk uncontrollably.

Your two TOs guide you through the aftershocks, their hands coaxing every last shudder from your overstimulated body. Lucy’s lips press soft, grounding kisses to your temple while Tim’s fingers slow down, milking out your orgasm.

Your body trembles against Lucy's as you come down from the high, her arms wrapping around you like a safety net, keeping you attentive in her warmth. Tim’s fingers retreat slowly, and the absence makes you whimper, your body already missing the pressure. His hand comes up to your cheek, and your head rubs into his palm as he holds you there.

“You did so good boot,” Lucy runs her hands up and down your arms, “You’re so much better when you listen. Isn’t she, Tim?”

Tim’s thumb traces your jawline with an almost reverent softness, “Better than I expected.”

Your cheeks flush under their words, but you can’t bring yourself to respond- your mind is still reeling from the overwhelming sensations, your body melting under their combined touch.

Wood, earth, roses, vanilla. 

Tim’s other hand slides down to your waist, steadying you as he leans in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s soft but undeniably possessive, “Still with us, sweetheart?” He asks, his forehead resting against yours. 

You open your eyes and nod, though your voice comes out shaky. “Y-Yeah. I’m with you.” 

Lucy’s fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “Good, because we’re nowhere near done with you yet.”

Nowhere near done?

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you glance between them, catching the glint in Tim’s eye before your gaze drops. Your lips part as you take in the sight of his cock that stands with absolute pride, his flushed pink tip leaks pre-cum down his shaft and you swear he’s bigger than before.

Your thighs clench instinctively and you gulp. 

He’s going to fuck you.

Tim notices the shift in your expression when he lets go of your face and grips your hips, his eyes heavy with darkness as he smirks, "I want to hear every pretty noise you make, boot. Every gasp, every moan- don’t you dare hold back from us.”

Your cheeks burn under the weight of his words and your heart beat races back up, “Yes, Sir.”

Tim hums approvingly, “Attagirl, now lie down for me.”

You follow his command, the cool elevator floor a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body. Lucy shifts to be beside you, her fingers lightly tracing patterns over your skin as she looks up at Tim, “She ready for you?”

Tim’s dark eyes meet yours, “Of course she is. Aren’t you, boot?”

Your eager nod makes them both grin. As Tim’s strong hands lift your hips, draping your legs over one broad shoulder, your body quivers with anticipation. The stretch has your core clenching, and when the head of his cock presses against your entrance, your breath catches.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone almost tender as he pushes forward, the thick head breaching you slowly, and you gasp at the sheer size of him. Every inch stretches your warmth and wetness in ways that leave you reeling, your nails digging into his arms as you struggle to adjust.

“So fucking tight, could stay buried here all day,” Tim groans, his voice rough and low. He pauses once he bottoms out, giving you a moment to catch your breath, though the fire in his eyes suggests he’s barely holding back.

As Tim begins to move, slow and deliberate, Lucy’s attention shifts lower. Her tongue darts out to flick over your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through you with an oh, Ma’am! from your dirty mouth. The combination of Tim’s deep, measured thrusts and Lucy’s teasing tongue has your mind spinning.

Gradually, his pace increases, each thrust more intense than the last. Lucy grins, her gaze fixed on your heaving chest as her head dips lower. Her breath flutters against your core, just above where Tim is relentlessly pounding into you, “She looks so hot like this. Completely wrecked for us.” She mumbles against your core before latching herself onto your clit, careful of Tim’s pounding cock right next to her. 

You cry out, hands scrambling for purchase as Lucy’s mouth seals over your clit. Her tongue flicks and circles, the added stimulation sending your mind into a haze.

“Fuck, Lucy,” you gasp, the dual sensations overwhelming. 

“She tastes so sweet,” Lucy purrs, her voice muffled as she wraps her lips around your clit. The combination of her expert tongue and Tim’s relentless thrusts pushes you closer to the edge.

“Oh my god, please, please, please more.” You beg, unsure who you’re pleading to.

And there it is again, that build of sensations. They’re going to make you cum, twice.

As Tim keeps pounding into you and the elevators soars with filthy noises, you mention that your close, so, so close.

“Me too, baby,” Tim growls, his thrusts growing erratic. “Come on, boot. Cum for us- cum all over my cock.”

Lucy’s teeth graze your clit ever so delicately, and that’s all it takes for the world around you to shatter. Your orgasm crashes over you, a wave of pleasure that has you screaming their names. Your body trembling uncontrollably as you come undone. Tim joins you, a raspy fuck leaving his lips as he buries himself deep and spills into you, his release hot and overwhelming. 

Slowly, his movements still, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

Lucy coos softly, her hands stroking your trembling thighs as she whispers praise into your ear of you did so good, baby and fuck, you were incredible. Tim collapses forward slightly, his breath hot against your neck as you all fill the elevator with the sound of heavy breathing and the aftershocks of pleasure.

Wood, earth, roses, vanilla. 

However, between the three of you, Tim is the first to move. His breath is still uneven as he presses a soft kiss to your temple before gently pulling away. “Stay put, sweetheart,” he mumbles, his tone surprisingly tender. “Let us take care of you.” 

Lucy hums in accordance, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, her fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment before you all sit up. She reaches for your bra and shirt, beginning to button it back up with careful precision. “You were perfect, boot. Absolutely perfect,” her voice is laced with both pride and affection. 

Tim, now dressed, crouches by your feet, retrieving your slightly scuffed shoes. His large hands are firm but gentle as he slips them back on for you, even adjusting the straps to make sure they’re secure. He glances up at you with a smirk, his gaze still heavy-lidded but soft. “Can’t send you out there looking half-done, can we?” 

Now also dressed too, Lucy ties your hair back into a neat ponytail, her fingers deftly smoothing down any stray strands, and she throws Tim a playful look, “You’re surprisingly domestic, Tim. Who knew?” 

He chuckles lowly, tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt, “Gotta keep up appearances, Luce. Besides,” he smirks as his eyes flick to you, “I like making sure our boot is taken care of.” 

Lucy leans down, brushing her lips over your forehead. “You okay?” 

You nod shyly, still catching your breath as the adrenaline subsides, leaving you with a warm, satisfied glow and tinted cheeks. “Yeah, I think so.” 

Just as Tim adjusts his watch and Lucy smooths the creases in her pants, a low buzz breaks the silence. The elevator lurches, then begins its steady climb. 

“Finally,” Tim mumbles, rolling his shoulders. 

Lucy chuckles, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Perfect timing, huh?” 

You freeze, clutching the folders you were supposed to put away tight under your arm and your pulse picks up again as the reality of re-entering the world outside this elevator dawns on you. You barely have time to settle your nerves before the elevator dings, and the doors slide open. 

Standing there, arms crossed and looking both annoyed and curious, is Detective Miles. 

Fuck, you won’t be needing his company anymore.

He raises an eyebrow as his gaze shifts between the three of you, “An hour? I was starting to think I’d have to file a missing persons report. What were you all doing in there?” 

Tim, ever composed, steps out first, his expression smug but perfectly professional. “Team-building,” he says smoothly.

Lucy follows with a sly grin, her ponytail swinging as she tilts her head toward Miles. “We take bonding seriously around here. Isn’t that right, boot?” 

You try to hold back the heat rising in your cheeks, but it’s no use. Flustered and still reeling, you nod quickly, avoiding Miles’s amused gaze. “Oh! Uh, yeah…definitely.” 

Miles narrows his eyes slightly, but his tone remains light, “Guess I’ll add elevator bonding to the list of department perks.” He steps aside, waving you all through. 

As you walk past, Tim’s hand briefly brushes the small of your back- a nostalgic touch so subtle, yet calming. Lucy’s lips twitch into a knowing smile as she walks beside you, her fingers grazing yours for the briefest moment as the three of you fall into step together.

The unspoken connection lingers between you- like a secret only you share.

“Flirting with anyone is officially off-limits, boot.” Tim mutters, though his tone is teasing as he applies more pressure to your lower back.

Lucy chimes in, her grin mischievous. “Unless, of course, it’s with us.”

You flash them a playful smile, a cheeky glint in your eye, “Who? Me? I would never flirt with anyone.” 

Mind the fact that his biceps looked like they could crush your head, or his height towered over your frame- he was an asshole. The past days on the job have been full of nothing but 'Tim Tests'. From yelling at you in front of a scene of drug dealers and other police officers because you held your coffee cup in your gun hand, to demanding you jump in every garbage bin there was in LA's alleyways and search for someone's stolen handbag that a robber cockily insisted on not telling which bin he dumped it in after you'd caught him. The bastard wouldn't even let you choose where to eat for lunch- and made you pay for it!

You understood that niceties often had to take a backseat during shifts requiring authority and order, but you respected your badge and the power it came with. You couldn't help it- you were a really caring person.

But Tim's hard-headed demeanour was threatening against your kind nature. His lingering and glaring stares burned into your skull, he ignored you half the time you even try to bring anything happy up, he forbade calling you by your first name, rolled his eyes more at every opportunity, clenched his jaw whenever you opened you spoke, and he degraded you relentlessly- he talked down on you like you were his little pet he never asked for.

Well newsflash, he did ask for it when he assigned his role as a TO and you were most certainly not an animal.

But, when pushed too far, you were a brat.

By now, this so-called partnership had worn your patience thin. You were frustrated, angry and exhausted- your forehead doubled the wrinkles on it from frowning so much and your chirpy and sweet attitude had been sapped away, leaving hostility and irritation.

When you woke up that morning, you were ready to bite back at Tim.

So when you arrived at work, the sight of your baked goods delighted everyone in the office. You’d passed out gooey chocolate chip cookies - still warm from your early morning baking session - before roll call. I mean, who could resist? The welcoming sweetness brought smiles to every face, and you relished the lighthearted start to the day.

From his sit, Tim noticed the pleasure you took in spreading cheer, along with the officers’ enthusiastic reactions to your cookies. His curiosity - or maybe hunger - eventually led him to approach you at your rookie desk. But just as he reached for the container, you snapped the lid shut, cutting him off.

He frowned, looking from the closed contained to you, "Can I not have one?"

"No," You replied bluntly, "There's only two left, and I would hate to not save one for Sarg."

He scoffed, "I'm your TO, boot, I think I deserve it. What about the other one? Can't I have that?"

You shrugged, doing your best to hide the laughter bubbling up as you noticed how ridiculously offended he looked, "Also no. This one's for me." And, just to drive the point home, you picked up the cookie and ever so slowly bit into it, dragging out a moan without breaking eye contact.

Tim’s expression darkened, his distaste evident- but so was something else. He stared, lips parted slightly, as you licked your lips and fluttered your eyelashes. Then, to top it off, you hummed- a small, satisfied sound that made his cock twitch in his pants.

He shuddered, alarmed by his reaction. No, you were far too young for him, too gentle, too kind. And he was your TO for fuck sake's, he had no business thinking about you like this.

Before he could do anything he regretted, he broke eye contact and stormed back to his desk just in time as Sergeant Grey walked in.

Sergeant beamed at the last cookie on your desk, "Officer Y/L/N, is that for me?"

"Of course, Sir," You replied rather sweetly, giving Tim one last daring look over your shoulder, "I saved it just for you."

Oh, Tim was pissed. But now he was pissed and aroused.

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You couldn't deny it, you were having way too much fun messing with Tim like this. Who knew giving him a taste of his own medicine could be so rewarding to watch?

Ever since you two set the shop up for the day, you'd kept your lips tight and thin, stickly stricly to business. No personal chatter, just responses to the police radio and discussing plans when you were on scene.

Tim glanced over at you, his voice low as he drove, "Don't think you've ever been this quiet before."

You kept your eyes trained on the front view of the shop, scanning for any anomalies that appeared in your vision. You were aware of him starting a conversation, but clearly didn't care enough to respond. To go against your persona was harder than you thought, but your rebellious streak only showed itself when you were pushed to the limit. And, well, Tim had definitely done that.

Your blatant ignorance seethed your TO as his voice sliced through the air, "Boot, you ignoring me?"

You couldn't help yourself as your rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically, turning to glare back at him, "No, sissy, just doing my job looking for criminals. Did you not want me to?"

Sissy.

He slammed the shop to a screeching halt, his body radiating heat as his anger surged. He spun towards you and shoved a finger to your face, "One- that's Sir to you. And two, you roll your eyes at me again and I'll give you a reason to. I don't know where the fuck this attitude has come from and you should be damn grateful I haven't written you up by saying that. Your shitty behaviour ends after this shift. Do you understand?"

His intimation was not to be fucked with- you were smart to know that. Stone cold gaze, clenched jaw, knitted eyebrows, and his heavy breath warmed your lungs. You let out a shaky breath with how close his face was to yours, your heart wrote a million love letters per millisecond with how much it thumped in your chest.

For a moment, you flickered your eyes to his lips, hoping you might feel how soft they are in this lifetime.

Before you could speak, the Police radio cut through the tension, "7-Adam-19, welfare check?"

Tim didn't dare to drop his gaze at you as he picked up the radio, his voice steady, "7-Adam-19, we're clear." And as he put the radio back down he leaned back into his seat, "Right, boot? Are we clear?"

You bit your lip, irritation rising at the mockery in his voice, "Yes, Sir."

However, despite getting under his skin you had no hesitation to stop.

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Sergeant Grey offered overtime for you and Tim to keep patrol on the outer borders of a massive drug deal happening in a quiet, family-oriented neighbourhood. Border Patrol meant long, late hours of surveillance, ensuring no one slipped through the cracks. For you, it meant hours in the cramped patrol car with Tim- hours of silence that felt like an eternity.

Camouflaged within the bushes and hidden off the road, you impatiently twiddled with your hands as you did your best to stay alert.

The thick air illuminated an immense tension between you and the man who hadn't moved ever since he parked the shop. The weight of the situation only heightened your adrenaline, and while nothing happened it was only a matter of time, and that electrified every nerve in your body.

You were shaking, and while it wasn't that cold, there was an obvious feeling that overwhelmed your body. I mean, this man, he was a force to be reckoned with. Regardless of all the mischievous moves you had put against him, it was like you were the one getting a reaction of it the most. You couldn't help it, Tim was bossy and you squirmed at the previous events today that proved just how much power he had over you.

Truth was, you weren't the only one feeling this way.

Despite Tim's steady manner, his brain was a storm that he had no control over. He was confused. Tim had only ever seen you as an angel who was too sweet for the job. You were gentle, and divine. You were young and pure- a good girl as he would put it. He assumed you were too delicate for the job and he honestly didn't think you'd last this long with how much you were exposed to.

However today, you showed him a side he didn't even think existed. You were testing him, biting back, really getting on his level. Your disobedience rather interested him, turned him on. His pants were tightened all day from how hard he had been fighting a semi just from the bold looks you gave him- the ignition in your eyes daring him to make a move, the way you moaned, your ragged breathing. How dare you sit next to him with your clothes on?

Tim gritted his teeth, the anticipation was loud and his resistance to put a stop to whatever you two had was fading away.

His eyes flickered toward you, catching you tapping your fingers, your leg bouncing in agitation. But you kept your gaze straight ahead.

Tim sparked up, "Quit it. You're not making the shift go by any faster." However, he became distracted as he scanned the tools in front of him before he cursed under his breath, "Shit, the binoculars are in the trunk of the car. Go grab them for me, boot."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you turned your head slightly to look at him. If it was any other day you would have bowed your head and gotten it for him within seconds. However, today was different. And you felt the rush of defiance surge in you, "Why don’t you just grab them yourself?"

In the midst of fiddling through the equipment to look for it or a spare, Tim halted. And ever so slowly, he lifted his head with a stern gaze at you, "I wasn't asking, that was an order. Get the binoculars. Now."

You leaned back into your seat, arms crossed, refusing to move as you couldn't help but feel you were tempted to push further, "Make me."

Make me. Make me. Make me.

And with that, all of Tim's walls built to constrain any tempted thoughts about you collapsed just by those two words.

His eyes darkened right at you as he took a deep breath, “Get out of the car.”

“What-“

“I didn’t fucking stutter, you brat, get out.” And you didn’t know whether his comment scared you or excited you. What you did know was that something was going to happen.

Reluctantly, and with one last look into Tim’s black eyes, you opened the door and stepped outside. What should be a refreshing breath of air in the dark night ultimately deepened your anxiety and excitement. You noticed from afar the grey clouds coming close to your area heavy with rain as the wind blew gently as a warning. 

You were grasping onto the fear of the unknown where no moon nor stars could offer any sign of the future to come after this very moment. After tonight, nothing would ever be the same.

After noticing your obedience as you nervously placed yourself outside, obviously putting your back against him, Tim took one last exhale.

Was he already regretting what he was about to do? No. Was it wrong? Very. 

But his heart and throbbing cock gave his head no other choice, so he stepped foot out of his door and began to walk over to your side where his stern face met your surprised one, “Open the back door.” Tim looked down at you, his luminous figure overshadowing your small one to physically belittle you between the shop and him.

Time felt like it had slowed to a crawl, every second charged with anticipation, every single movement deliberate.

With one last look up at his calm physique, you swallowed, turning to face the car as you fumbled for the handle.

It’s crazy how your loss of vision can heighten your other senses because even though you factually knew Tim was behind you, a gasp still escaped your mouth when his warm body temperature tickled the skin at the back of your neck. His controlled breath was steady by your ear- close enough that he could probably hear your erratic one and the imbalanced heartbeat that followed.

“From now on, you will call me Sir. You will not make a single noise that could get us caught in this neighbourhood, and you will listen to my orders. If you do so much as speak without my permission, you will be punished. Do you understand me, boot?” Tim’s voice was barely audible, but it had an edge to it that sent a shiver down your spine.

The tension between you both was suffocating, but you couldn’t pull away. This was your moment of choice, to assert your boundaries, but for some reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from whispering, “Yes, Sir.”

Tim’s hand rested on your shoulder, steady but firm. “Good,” he hummed, before his gaze swept around the area to make sure there weren’t any wandering eyes before he turned you around.

You looked so gorgeous like this- wide eyes luring up at him and for a split second Tim almost forgot that you weren't a fun fling where kissing was deemed acceptable; you were his rookie who needed a punishment. Which meant you had to earn to feel his lips and with all that you'd done today, you had a lot to prove, “I want you to get on your knees so I can shut that loud mouth of yours with my cock. Got it?”

Fuck, this is really happening.

“Yes, Sir.” Your thoughts raced at the same time the blood in your veins pumped as you slowly lowered yourself to the floor, grounding your hands within the grass to remind yourself that the reality you were imagining was the reality you were currently living in.

You were here on your knees at the mercy of your TO. 

And to think you felt small standing next to him.

Despite the vulnerability of the situation, you were grateful for the shop’s side door being left open, as it shielded you just enough from view. If anything, Tim was the more exposed one, his head peeking out from above the doorframe, exposed to any curious eyes. You knew the risks all too well- if anyone were to see what was happening behind this door, both of your careers would be on the line.

However, your intimidation was overshadowed by your small sense of pride at the sight of his hard lengthened cock exposing itself beneath his pants. Good, he was enjoying this just as much as you.

Your large exhale became your cue to lift your hands to his big belt. You unbuckled it with shaky fingers as you then reached to the button of his pants. You quickly glanced up at Tim, searching for any uncertainty from him. However, when you found his dark expression staring back at you, you proceeded to remove layer by layer until you found yourself gaping at what you could only imagine Tim’s bodily way of pleading for a release. You held his cock in your hands as you watched it leak pre-cum from his irritated pink tip, the veins bulging from underneath and fuck, he was massive.

Being so intrigued blocked your awareness of how long you were taking until you felt a large hand carefully cascade down your head, Tim’s fingers wrapped around the base of your ponytail before he roughly deepened his cock into your mouth. While you stayed like that for a few seconds, your shock woke your reflexes up and so you couldn’t stop yourself from the gag that escaped. From above, you swore you heard Tim hitch his breath, and then soothe out his exhale like he had held himself back from making noise. 

He couldn't help it- you were magical. The wet gliding of your tongue against his frenulum and veins were sending shudders through his body, and your warm mouth that coated his cock made him want to keep you there forever.

Tim guided your head back out only to then tighten his grip in your hair and push you back to his cock so you were deep-throating him. With a few pumps, Tim was able to find a rhythm as he began to fuck your face, ultimately deepening his cock so far your nose was pressed against his skin.

Of course, he was a well groomed man. You couldn’t imagine the man above you not looking after his physique.

Despite the harsh movements where your mascara dampened against your cheeks and tears brimmed your eyes, saliva dribbling down your chin, your hair a mess and cheeks rosy, you were enjoying yourself. No one’s ever played with you like this, any intimacy you had ever received was too gentle, too caring. 

Not Tim. God, no. 

Tim was dominant, clearly proving that to you the first day you met him as your TO and sure, you hated the guy, but the important part was that you didn’t now. In fact, you really, really liked what he was doing to you. And so you couldn’t help but to hum around him as you battered your wet eyelashes up at him.

Tim abruptly held you on his cock again with a firm grip on your hair and he thew his head back as you moaned again, exhaling out a quiet fuck to the gloomy night sky. Using all his might to not let his control slip and just fuck you right here, right now, he glanced down at your teary, pretty face, “Fucking hell, you’re not supposed to be enjoying a punishment, you brat.”

You pulled your mouth away, “Give me something worse then, this punishment is boring.”

It felt as though Mother Nature herself responded to Tim’s fury, a crack of thunder rumbling through the neighbourhood as he glared down at you, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Get up," He commanded.

“Gladly,” You mumbled under your breath.

He snapped his gaze at you and lifted an eyebrow as he tucked his throbbing cock back into his pants, “What did you say?”

You dusted the grass off your legs, “Nothing, Sir.”

“Better have been nothing,” He knew damn well what you said, “bend over on the seat.”

Despite giving you orders, Tim took it upon himself to yank both of your wrists and hold them behind your back, and he pushed you down so your face and chest were planted on the leather seat. With this position, you gave Tim a perfect view of your ass which he was most definitely going to utilise not long after he got you into the metal handcuffs clanking against the wind.

Rain began to drip above you two as Tim’s fingers glided to the front of your waist where he began to unbuckle your belt, blindly. He released a frustrated groan as he struggled to pull your pants down.

You couldn’t help but snicker, “Having some troubl- Ow!” You gasped at the feel of his rough hand against your bare ass.

“I told you if you spoke without permission, you were gonna be punished,” His raspy voice almost fading into the rain, “You’re getting ten on each side. Count.”

And so for each smack, the rain grew heavier along with Tim’s pressure, causing the wetness of the water against your soft skin to cause ever worse friction. Yet, with shaky legs and gritted teeth you still counted. 

Lucky for you two, the hard rain silenced the smacks that could’ve easily echoed throughout the neighbourhood. After each smack, Tim could hear each whimper you cried out and he couldn't help a small part of him that would soothe the irritated skin with his hand lightly to lessen the sting.

Tim didn’t want to care. But he'd never admit it in that moment that he actually did. 

But while you have a gorgeous ass and pretty skin, he sadistically couldn’t help the moan that slipped pass his lips at the stinging red hand marks brightening on your cheeks.

“Twenty,” You puffed out, your tears wetting the seat under you as Tim dragged you back up to stand again, turning you around so you faced him. 

As he began to unlock you from the handcuffs, he hummed, “Now was that a better punishment?” He fought to suppress the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips from how you were glaring at him and your tears blotching your face.

“Yes, Sir.” You muttered and sniffled, rubbing your stinging wrists and refusing to look up at him nor the rain that was just finishing up as it only now produced a light shower to your overheated body. Sure, you were okay to be angry at him for belittling you like that and physically marking you as his, especially because your pants were still down. But you both knew that you were asking for it. 

And who’s to say you didn’t like it?

Tim took control, his large hand gripping your chin to force your gaze to meet his. He was soaked to the bone, but the sight of him was undeniably handsome- his hair darker from the water, his lashes clinging wet. If it weren’t for the jacket he wore, you might’ve been given the privilege of seeing his broad chest and biceps flexing beneath his shirt, “Good, bend over again for me, boot. ”

Wasting no time, you turned back around and bent down again where now that your hands were free, you laid your arms underneath your chin, resting your head there. However, the silence behind you unsettled your nerves again and you wished the rain would come back again to fill that void. Expecting the worse like another round of twenty, you clenched your fists and shut your eyes tight.

Tim thought about it, but as he stood there he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down to your vulnerable wet pussy glistening against the moonlight’s shine, and just the sight of it made his cock twitch and he suppressed a groan. 

So while you were impatiently waiting for the punishment to further on, you gasped as Tim lightly traced his finger from your hole to your clit. He elicited this a few times, exciting you to get wetter with every second of his touch on you.

“I think after taking that punishment so well you deserve a little reward. Don’t you think, boot?” When he opened his mouth to speak, you didn’t notice how close he was to you until his hot breath fanned over your ear.

You fluttered your eyes shut as your TO began to trace again, teasing your clit a little more as he circled it, “I agree, Sir.”

“Look at me.”

You bit down on your lip to hide your moan when he wouldn’t stop tracing your clit, slowly turning your head so you could just see him.

His eyes darkened further as he looked down at you, his jaw tight and his breathing heavy, yet measured, “Boot, who does this pussy belong to?”

Right, of course he wanted you to look at him as you answered. After all, he was an egotistical bastard willing to degrade you at any given chance- he was constantly reminding you who was in charge here.

With his finger just hovering over your hole, your throat tightened and you could feel the blush crawling up your neck, burning your skin, “Yours, Sir.”

His gaze locked with yours and he smirked, “Good girl. Let me know when you’re close.” And he pushed a finger in.

You couldn’t stop the mewl that slipped out of your lips as you broke contact to rest your forehead down against your arms. Tim’s long finger penetrating your delicate area was refreshing after everything you just went through.

Tim couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at the noises you were trying your hardest to keep quiet from him, “You should see how pretty you look, boot. Fuck, you’re coating my fingers,” He murmured as he continued to finger you with just one digit, admiring the way your walls fluttered against him and how you wriggled around him as if you were yearning for more, for something bigger. 

Of course you were, but that was for later. 

“Just for you, Sir.” You breathed out, and it was only when Tim added an extra finger and used his other hand to circle your clit did you really struggle to hold back your moans and neediness. A familiar tingle in your abdomen formed as you bit down on your arm to quit your noises.

The area was quiet except for the sound of yours and his breathing, the light rain just a pitter-patter as both of your emotions hung in between you two. Despite the lack of eye contact, you didn't need to see to know Tim was watching you with heavy eyes. His fingers moved with precision as they slipped between your folds and your pulse quickened at the steady pace he created, hitting just the right places.

Sweat formed on your face. You were way too hot. You felt his presence all around yourself- his warmth, his breath, his touch. But you gave into the heat, into him and you couldn't move away. You refused to, not when you were so close.

Remembering Tim's orders, you waited until you were seconds away from orgasming as you quietly panted, "Fuck, I'm coming."

So just when you nearly felt yourself climaxing, Tim pulled his fingers away.

And just like that, any build up you concentrated gathering dissolved before your shut eyes. You quickly opened them and you whipped your head around, your shocked expression meeting his apathetic one, "W-What? Why did you stop?"

"Because you can wait," His response cold as he pushed your head back down into the seat.

Asshole.

Your mind was running you dizzy. You were frustrated, sexually frustrated and needy. You wanted more, and Tim found pleasure watching you squirm for more. However, you stopped your racing thoughts when you heard Tim's zipper from behind and a shiver trembled within your bones when you felt the tip of his cock hover just gently at your hole.

"You’ve been testing me all day,” Your TO said finally, his voice low and rough as he drew circles into your waist, “You think I haven’t noticed? Think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing?”

You suppressed your whimper when his cock toyed at your entrance, "Fuck, Sir I-" But what could you even say? He was right. You’d pushed him, knowing full well the risk. And now, you were paying for it.

The heat of his body was overwhelming, his scent-earthy, masculine, and something darker filling your senses. It was intoxicating, and you hated how much you wanted to drown in it.

“I should make you apologise,” he murmured as he pushed in and shit, he hadn't even filled you up yet and you felt the overwhelming stretch already fogging your brain, “For your attitude. For your disobedience.”

Your wetness engulfed his cock so well, taking him in like you belonged to him. Your gasps grew louder the more Tim pushed in and it was only then when he came to a halt and his cock was deeply buried within you did the both of you moan.

Tim kept himself there, "But I don’t think that’s what you want, is it?” His free hand moved then, fingers brushing lightly against your jaw, tilting your head just enough to meet his gaze. His touch was firm, commanding, but there was a softness there too. After all, you both couldn't help the connection that was forming throughout this whole night, “You didn’t want easy. You're a brat. You wanted me to put you in your place.”

And that's when he pulled himself out, and pushed all the way back in. With your eyes interlocked with his, he revelled in the way you gasped loudly and so he did it again. Another retreat and then moved all the way back in, earning a mewl from your red tinted lips, your eyes struggling to not roll to the back of your head. Fuck, you were beautiful like this.

The rain began to pick up again, but Tim's voice was clear as he pulled out of you, "Tell me I'm wrong, boot. Tell me."

You let out a frustrated groan at the loss of traction. You could tell he was playing with you- in order to get his cock he wanted your answers. And so as his thumb gently traced over your bottom lip you gazed up at him shamelessly, "You're not wrong, Sir." A small confession that barely left your mouth was all Tim needed to know you wanted this just as much as he did.

"Atta girl," He hummed before covering your mouth with his rough hand, your scent from when he touched you still lingering on his fingers, "Now shut up, you're being too loud."

What followed next was unforgettable when he picked up a pace. He fucked you senselessly, his cock deepening in you even more with every pump and thank God the rainfall grey heavier and that he had covered your mouth- your chorus of noises could've been heard had they not been swallowed by his hand.

Tim's lips were just parted as his breaths were heavy, his control unraveling with every second that his cock got inside your sweet, wet warmth.

However, the storm was not letting down and he'd hate to catch a cold being drenched once again. So he pulled out one last time before helping you stand up, "Get inside,"

Your legs felt like jelly as you climbed into the shop in the back, the confines of the car suddenly feeling much smaller, much warmer. The loud patter on the roof a stark contrast to the pounding in your chest.

Tim followed, shutting the door behind him with an ominous click. His broad frame took up far more space than you were prepared for, making the already-cramped backseat feel impossibly small. He patted his thighs and you wasted no time immediately crawling onto his lap, both of your pants at your ankles without a care as you straddled him.

Your TO raised his hands up as he unzipped your jacket, teasingly taking his time shrugging it off you. Your trembles were apparent at his soft touch and you couldn't stop your squirming on his lap, wanting more.

"Someone getting impatient?" He tilted his head as he examined your face while he began to take his jacket off.

You nodded eagerly, "Very much, Sir."

"Good," He threw his jacket away, "Me too." And he lifted you up, planting you back onto his pulsating dick.

You moaned and you squeezed your hands onto his shoulders as you got used to his size again. You never left his gaze- hungry, intense, and making you feel completely exposed, even if you weren't completely unclothed.

Tim growled, "Fuck, you take me so well." And he didn’t waste a second. His hands moved with purpose, one sliding down to grip your waist while the other tangled itself into your hair, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. And as you began to bounce up and down, he met your rhythm by grinding up into you.

Your breath hitched at the overwhelming sensations. No one had ever made you feel so full, so needy, so greedy for more. You yearned to be closer than you already were. It didn't matter that your chests were flushed against one another, a crave itched your lips to meet his. The way they softly parted when he panted or cussed, they were so luring and daring, you were drawn.

You knew he would kiss good, he would kiss you so well.

Tim caught on, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

You hadn't realised you were staring at his lips until you flickered your eyes back at his dilated ones and slowed your movements, "Like what?"

He tilted his head as he studied your face, also easing off while he warmed his cock inside you, "Like you want to kiss me."

"Because I do, Sir," You muttered and you moved your hands to either side of his neck, just tickling the back of his wet hair. You leaned closer, your breath fanning his face as his did to yours and you whispered lowly, "I really, really want to, Sir. Have I not proven myself?"

His gaze met yours, dark and unreadable, but the way he wasn't pushing you away told you he was considering it.

"Fuck it," He mumbled and in an instant his lips were on yours- hot, demanding, and utterly consuming. His kiss wasn’t gentle, wasn’t tentative. It was everything you’d been waiting for, everything you’d been craving, and more.

You both began to move again and you gripped the fabric of his uniform as if it were the only thing anchoring you to reality and, really, to bring you two even closer. Tim tightened his hand in your ponytail just enough to make you gasp, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue claiming yours with a dominance that left you dizzy.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were grasping for air, your lips swollen and tingling from the intensity. He didn’t pull back far, just enough to look at you as you both worked together to create a relentless pace.

Tim skimmed down to watch your pussy engulf his cock, drawing a groan when he looked back up at you, "Oh, baby, you were made just for me, weren't you?" And you couldn't agree more. The way you fluttered around him, coating him as he filled you was a feeling you dreamed about. He was driving you insane, and he was losing his control over you.

You were getting close, feeling that bubble beginning to form again the more you rode him. You didn't care how tired you were, you feared you may never get this again. All you wanted was to capture the feel of his two hands that explored your body.

Tim's lips ghosted over your jawline and you accepted his touch by opening the side of your neck for him. His mouth began trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and you couldn't stop the moans from falling off your tongue.

"Sir, I'm so close I-" A whimper cut you off when his lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear. Your hands clutched onto the back of his head, "Please, please, let me cum."

"Wait for me." He mumbled into your skin, clearly getting closer too by how his thrusts were getting faster, chasing his climax that was just as big as yours.

The storm outside grew louder, mirroring the storm inside the car. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. Not the job, not the patrol, not the danger. There was only you two in this very moment.

So when you cried out, "Fuck, Tim, I'm cumming." He dragged your face back down to yours, capturing you into another deep, passionate kiss as you both struggled to breathe. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace as you fell apart. Then, Tim drew out a rumbling groan into your mouth and you shuddered at the feeling of his cum spurting into you- filling you completely.

You both slowed down your movements, his cock softening inside you as your walls fluttered to a halt.

For a moment there you two were still, just holding each other in one another's arms as you worked to steady both of your heartbeats and breaths. Despite the stickiness from the rain and sweat or the absolute mess you made of each other, you closed your eyes as you held onto Tim's comfort as his hands never left your back and he buried his head into the crease of your shoulder.

You stayed like that, neither one of you wanting to be the first to pull away.

━━ ✩*ೃ.⋆ ━━

Your adrenaline was wearing off just as the storm outside began to die a little. Both you and Tim were back in the front seats of the shop where you pulled your jacket back onto your shoulders as he adjusted his belt. His steady and unwavering demeanour was back to normal, but his jaw was tightened as if he was replaying back everything that just happened.

The crackle of the radio shattered the silence, a voice cutting in, "Scene is Code 4. Suspects in custody."

Meaning, the shift was over.

"Perfect timing," You muttered, suppressing a small smile as you flattened the stray hairs that had escape from your ponytail. I guess you didn't hate him anymore, but, the only problem now was that you couldn't ignore the pit in your stomach of what tomorrow might bring between you and Tim.

Tim didn't reply immediately, but when he did, his voice was low, "Not a word about this, boot. Got it? This doesn't leave the shop."

You rested your back against your seat and sighed, a sly grin resting on your face, "Yeah, yeah. I wouldn’t dream of ruining your reputation."

His sharp eyes darted to you, “I mean it, Boot.”

You glanced back at him with a shrug in your shoulders, “Relax, Sir. I can keep a secret.”

When he turned the key, the engine roared to life, filling the space with a steady hum. You captured his continuous side-eyes at you as he gripped the wheel, his knuckles white, like he was willing himself to let it all go as he stayed put.

You couldn’t resist one last jab.

“For the record, though,” you started, barely loud enough to be heard, “I think you liked it more than you’re letting on.”

His hand froze on the gearshift for half a second before he cleared his throat, “Just put your seatbelt on.”

You smirked to yourself, the tension crackling between you as he pulled onto the road. While neither of you spoke about your comment, the twitch at the corner of his mouth told you that you weren't wrong.

one it was the night after you’d run into each other for the first time. rafe was throwing another party , and so obviously , you were there despite breaking up the night before. it was coming towards the end of the party , and a lot of people were leaving , but just as many were lingering in the house.

you were sitting on the kitchen counter by yourself , sipping on your last drink of the night. your eyes followed the line out the door , waiting to see if any of your friends were going to stop and grab you. the answer was no , so you slid off the countertop and dumped your drink out. you knew it was dumb , but you might as well take advantage and crash in rafe’s room. get something out of the night.

you turned the corner , about to ditch the closing hour when you run into someone. thankful you dumped your drink out , you still cursed. “can you watch where the fuck you’re going? jesus!” you huffed , straightening your all too short dress for the millionth time that night before looking up at who was in your way. “oh! sorry!”

jj was smiling at you , waiting for you to be done accosting him. “that’s my bad , but there is a bright side,” he replied , leaning against the wall , somehow blocking your path more.

your eyes looked for rafe anywhere shortly before tilting your head to the side. “what’s the bright side? this is a pretty shit party , jj”

that took him by surprise. he truly didn’t expect you to know his name. he cleared his throat , getting back to business. he had planned this for twenty-four hours at this point. can’t back out now. “bright side is you could leave with me,” he suggested , keeping his cool, “y’know , ditch the cameron’s mansion and kick it poguie style for the rest of the night.”

he noticed your eyes flickering else where. rafe appeared behind him , at the top of the stairs— right where you were headed. his blue eyes were easily recognizable as beyond pissed off. “i’m sorry. i gotta go,” you rushed out , watching rafe head to his bedroom, “maybe next time?” you didn’t mean it. you just didn’t want to be mean to jj.

jj turned , eyes following your frame as you skipped steps to make it upstairs faster. how could he forget that you were rafe’s girlfriend? he knew you guys were on and off , the whole island heard your arguments sometimes , but how did he forget? fucking idiot.

two it was about a month later. a month of catching your eye in public , a month of ranting to pope and john b. that’s where jj was at the moment. he called an emergency meeting with the boys at the chateau.

“dude , your little girlfriend is single now. just text her!” pope groaned , wishing the couch he laid on would swallow him whole. granted , he liked you ; you were always nice to him whenever he dropped groceries off at your house , but he was tired of hearing about you. in the nicest way.

jj rolled his eyes. “okay , first of all , she’s not my little girlfriend. second of all , your little girlfriend doesn’t exist. and third of all , i don’t have her number , nimrod!” they had exhausted all ideas to not get him rejected this time.

“i have her number,” john b piped up , swinging his phone in front of jj’s face.

“i’d kill someone for that number , bird shit. give it,” jj threatened , holding his hand out.

hey

who is this?

jj maybank

you can call me your next boyfriend if you want though

i’m okay! thx tho! maybe next time <3

three a week later , you ran into jj at the wreck. you were getting dinner with your parents before they left town for a week. something to do with work. “y/n?”

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath whenever whenever you put the voice to who it was. “y/n , do you know that boy?” your mother asked , nodding to jj who was walking towards your table. you nodded and put a smile on your face.

this was not happening.

“hey , y/n! i thought that was you,” jj smiled , grabbing a seat and sitting down. at the table. with your parents. “do you mind?” he asked , referring to him sitting.

your dad waved him off , standing to go get the bill , and your mother followed behind. what the hell? “hi , jj,” you state , trying your hardest to keep the blush from surfacing on your cheeks, “what can i do for you today?”

“a date. just one,” he answered prepared , like he was certain this was the time you were going to say yes.

you grimace , taking a deep breath before shaking your head. “me and rafe , like , just got back together,” you explained , feeling bad for jj at this point.

jj let his head drop to the table , being dramatic as always. “when are you gonna give me a chance? you’ve given cameron like fifty!” it was a joke. you knew that , and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing a little bit.

“well , maybe next time?” you suggested , catching the eyes of your parents who looked ready to leave, “gotta go. parents waiting on me. see ya around , j!” you bid him goodbye , standing up and squeezing his shoulder before you left.

four you and sarah had plans to go to the beach and watch the baby sea turtles hatch. lo and behold , jj was on the beach with his friends , surfing. “oooh , your boyfriend is here!” sarah laughed at you , using her little singy song voice she always did when she teased you about jj.

she was the only one that you admitted to about liking jj a little bit. “shut up! he’ll hear you and come over—“

“john b!” she was already calling her secret lover over and waving the other boys over too.

“you’re dead. you’re so dead,” you whispered , plastering a smile on your face as they all arrived, “hey , guys!” they all stood above you and sarah as you were both lounging in the sand.

“y/n , you wanna go on a date?” jj asked , scratching his head like the idea just came to him.

everyone laughed , looking to you , waiting for you to finally say yes. sarah had been talking to john b about the whole situation , giving him intel on ways jj could convince you , and he was bitching about how jj wouldn’t shut the hell up about you.

“no , jj,” you sighed , standing up and brushing yourself off before picking your bag off the ground and walking away. you heard sarah whine your name , but you didn’t bother looking back.

you can hear the shuffling of sand coming closer to you and assumed it was her. “is he stupid?” you groaned , continuing to walk, “i mean , like , why can’t he ask me nicely? like , it’s not hard to fucking do some big gesture or , like , make it romantic! fuck!” you slowed and turned back to look at sarah , needing some confirmation you weren’t crazy for wanting a little more than asking you out at a party or in front of your friends. that’s when you actually stop and see jj walking behind you — not sarah. your could feel your heart sink to your stomach. “are you kidding me?” you just shook your head and turned back around , cheeks hot and tears starting to trickle down your face. how embarrassing?

five sarah had advised john b to tell jj to leave you alone. for awhile , if not indefinitely. you had called her crying later that evening , wailing on about how embarrassing that was for you. you understood that it was you that had said all of that to jj , but it was equally embarrassing that he had asked you out in front of your friends so casually. did he think he didn’t have to try? and again the next morning , still just as distraught over the situation as you were the night before.

“it’s just that after rafe everyone just thinks i don’t have standards , sare. like , i know me and rafe weren’t good all of the time , but at least he tried to be romantic. that’s more —“ as you were ranting you could hear people downstairs in your house , which shouldn’t have been happening considering your parents were at work. “i think there’s someone in my house.”

“what?” sarah asked , standing up from her own bed and going to look out her window to check your house herself, “oh , no.”

“what?” it was your turn to ask.

sarah couldn’t believe jj right now. a smile made its way onto her face ; she knew this was good. “i would go downstairs if i was you,” she suggested , hanging up the phone.

you knew you were somewhat safe is sarah gave you the go ahead , but you still crept around to the staircase slowly. you could hear the chattering off people more clearly and them moving around your house like it was their own. “i have a gun!” you lied, “so you better leave!” your voice was loud from the beginning , trying your best to scare whoever or whatever it was downstairs before continuing your trek.

and that’s when you saw it. there were a handful of people moving flowers into your house that was already practically full of them , and jj was there conducting everything. “okay people , her dad said that she usually goes for a walk on sunday mornings , so i think we’re losing daylight here! we gotta get this place full before she gets home!”

you kept walking down the stairs , eyeing your favorite flowers moving in in bundles and filling the floor. “jj?” you called out , not bothered by the fact that you were still in your pajamas , your hair not ready , and no makeup on your face. was this actually happening? “what is this?” you asked , walking to him when he turned at your voice.

“oh , fuck!” jj whined , throwing his hands up in the air, “you weren’t supposed to be here!”

“this is my house!” you laughed, “what are you doing?”

jj turned to the side a little , calling at the people moving throughout your house to take a break. “this was supposed to be all romantic and shit or whatever , and you were supposed to come home and it was all done. fuck—“ he was rambling at this point , hands running through his blonde locks. “i was gonna be all swooney and swift of your feet-y and shit!” he added , pointing at you like you should know what he’s talking about.

“what are you doing , jj?” you asked again , stepping another shy step closer.

“i’m asking you out on a date. a proper one and all,” he finally answered , ocean eyes boring into your glossy ones. this was too good ; you didn’t deserve this. not after what happened on the beach. “so , whaddya say? gonna let me take you out for real?” he asked with a soft shrug.

your jaw dropped to start speaking , but no words came out. you blinked hard a couple of times , trying to wake yourself up from this dream. that’s what it had to have been. “i — this is the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me , jj. yes , i’ll go on a date with you.”

“oh , thank god,” he breathed out , hand clutching at his chest, “i swear i thought about just moving away if you rejected me another time , sweetheart.”

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› bestfriend!rafe fucking you from behind.

› roommate!rafe fingering you in his bed.

› enemie!rafe choking you while he pounds into you.

› rafe using a knife to scrape off wax from your body. [wax play & knife kink warning]

› riding rafes dick and him breeding you.

› rafe eating you out while you sit on his face.

JJ MAYBANK

› enemie!jj breeding you.

› jj fingering you.

› jj licking your nipples.

› enemie!jj fucking you from behind while you‘re handcuffed.

› giving bestfriend!jj a handjob.

› jj pounding into you while you‘re on top.

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› secretgirlfriend!sarah eating you out after a stressful day.

› fucking sarah with a strap on.

› eating sarah out after a party.

› dom!sarah not letting you cum.

› rubbing bestfriend!sarahs clit.

So casual and fun, the sneaking around, the hidden dates, having sex wherever and whenever you can, and of course, having sex while the others are busy and he's not, and now you convince him to have sex in one of the trucks.

Lodged in one of the backseats, you're on top of him, his uniform folded to his ankles, he looks good with it, but much better out of it.

With slow movements, you tease him, milking him for his worth, hips rolling so skillfully that all he can do is mutter out a few "F-fuck!"'s and a whole lot of "S-shit.... mhmm... jus' like that, honey."

You're perfect, but your teasing is straight-up torturous. "Baby," he whispers, lips grazing over your ear, pathetically and heaving, just needing more of you, even though you're sure he can't go in any deeper.

"We have to be quick." It's almost like a warning, he doesn't want to get caught, and neither do you, but it's so much fun with the risks, with the what-ifs, with the sneaking around and the secrets.

You pull back from his neck with a hearty giggle, the smile adorning your face is sweet and deadly, picking up your pace just slightly, bouncing up and down his veiny cock, feeling him stretch you open, nice and wide.

And as much as you want to pretend that it doesn't have any effect on you, it does. He's big, so big that you can almost feel him splitting you open, feeling him throbbing, can imagine his pink tip going red, tired of all the teasing, but you're nowhere near done. "Oh, do we?"

You throw him another sultry look and at this point, you can barely see his pupils, gaze overblown by desire, the tight hold he has on your hips is almost bruising, marking you, heavy breathing all over your already marked up neck. you know he's going to explode soon. "I don't think you get to decide that, Steve."

Another smirk thrown his way, "What happened, Stevie? gonna cum?" you ask, voice filled with desire, hips grinding against his thighs, every movement is met with his loud moans.

Not even bothering to stifle it.

It's like he wants everyone to know that you're his.

"You're evil," he groans, it's much less pathetic, almost sinful coming out from his salmon-pink lips, the tip of his cock hitting spots inside of you that you didn't know existed.

And you try, so hard, to play it cool, like grinding down on his huge cock is not making you want to scream out.

Like his thick thighs that you are sitting on and heavy balls that are slapping against your sweetest spots aren't making you squirm, like you're not about to whine and beg for him to make you cum.

And, shit, you know he can tell, by the way his big hands grab your hips, guiding you roughly, a bruising hold that makes you let out a mewl, yet, you still hope he doesn't notice.

But he does.

"You love it, don't you? Love me having all the control and being all mean to you?" Your last attempt to have all the control and you fail.

Because his padded thumb rubs circles against your clit, and your voice cracks, turning you into a mewling mess.

He can feel you slipping over the control, it's all so quick, one more move from him and he knows you'll be putty in his hands, begging to have his cock stuffed inside you forever.

Just the thought of that makes him want to spend his load inside of you, a half-smirk is quick to form its place on his freckled cheeks. "That's funny," he grunts, realizing that your movements are slowing down, allowing him to finally drive his cock into you slowly, regaining some sort of control, intently watching the way your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.

"W-what is?" You try to hum confidently, attempting to mask your submissiveness, but it's too fucking late, and that infamous smirk grows on his cheeks, spreading all over.

He chuckles, the sound bellowing from his stomach, it's downright pornographic, making your pussy flutter in more ways than one.

His movements pick up, fucking into you with short but rough thrusts, filling you all the way in.

"That you think you even have an ounce of control, sweetheart," he growls into your ear, making you moan with need, the room filled with slapping noises, heavy balls hitting against your clit.

All so stimulating.

"I let you have it, and I can take it away just as quick, hmm?" He barely gives you any time to adjust to his words, abusing his cock inside of your soppy pussy, making you gasp as your gaze glistens with tears.

He's just so fucking good.

And you're perfect like this.

"S-steve!" You yelp, driving him more and more to the brink of insanity, hands grabbing any globe of skin he can find, teeth sinking into it, while his cock hits inside of that sweet spongey spot that makes you sing.

You have that fucked out look on your face, plushy lips slightly apart, hair disheveled and brows knitted, Steve wants nothing more than to fuck your drooly lips next, and fill each of your filthy holes with his cum.

"God, I love it much more when you go all cock drunk on me like this.... Can't even form a coherent thought when I'm poundin' into you, can you, honey?" The name sounds sickly sweet rolling off his lips, but in the dirtiest way, and all you can do is nod meekly, grabbing onto his shoulders for some sort of support.

He hums contently, watching the way his cock disappears in and out of you, covered in your juices, perfect fucking sight.

"Singing like an angel the second i have you bouncin' on my cock, that's right, sweetheart, love it so much more when all that's coming out of those pretty little lips are those whines," he whispers in the shell of your ear, mouth running more and more the closer he gets, and his gaze darkens.

You nodded and placed a quick kiss on his lips before leaning over to do the same to Denji whose eyes were as wide as saucers and cheeks deep pink. Ah, his hands feel away from the pillow rather quickly, allowing you to take it from him and cup the bulge in his pants.

"Wait- Aki is- ah!" You placed your whole hand on his cock, pushing and massaging over the wet spot. "What-"

"This was his idea. You've been complaining about it right? Being a virgin?" You whispered against his parted lips as your other hand started to unzip his pants to get to his naked dick, "How many night did you jack off while listening to us fuck, you little pervert."

"It's your damn fault for being so loud!" He barked out in defense as he sat up a little so you could take his pants and boxers off. "Fuck. Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? Oh my fuck-" Denji was a mess even before your hand wrapped around his leaky cock. Every stroke produced more cum from the tip, dripping and covering your hand in it. "Suck please, please I wanna know what it's like, please."

Apparently he wasn't above begging. Good. "Good boy, Denji, asking for it will get you a long way with women. We love it when you tell us how much you want us." You kissed your way down his neck while slowly lifting his shirt up, "But we also like asking for the same."

You didn't have to ask Aki, he willingly gave you so much. Denji's eyes went wide when Aki's hands lifted your shit over your chest to reveal them bare. No wonder you were wearing Aki's shirt, you wanted to hide the fact that you only had panties on. Denji's mouth practically watered at the sight of your swollen nipples.

Aki rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers, relishing in your soft gasps and your hips bucking backwards when he began to tug on them a bit more. "Lean back against me baby, let him see you." He bit your ear, voice soft yet commanding.

The whine from Denji's lips when you let go of his cock was a delight to you, hopefully you'll hear more as the night goes on.

“Denji, take her panties off. Take a good look at her cunt.” He kept his hands focused on your breasts while Denji obeyed without a word, tugging your panties off and not even once taking his eyes off your pussy. "Look at how wet she is." One of Aki's hands traveled down your body, first spreading your pussy and then thrusting in with his middle and ring finger, "Look at how easily her cunt swallows my fingers."

"Oh fuck. Pussy. Real pussy. She…" Shamesly Denji started stroking himself while watching Aki finger you. You whined wanting to be the one stroking, sucking, doing something for them. "Are you gonna make her come Aki?"

"No, you will. I just got her ready for you. Isn't that right sweetheart? Are you ready for Denji's cock?" He asked as he pinched your nipple.

"Ah! Yes! Please! My cunt is ready for you." Your words almost made Denji come right there. You moaned and tossed your head back when Aki pulled his fingers out and swiped them through your folds, teasingly circling your clit before spreading your cunt open once again. "Aki. Denji. Please, don't tease. You wanna fuck me don't you? Come here already."

Denji scooted between your legs and swiped the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Can I do it in one go?" Both you and Aki nodded in agreement, him going back to teasing your clit and nipple and Denji sweating bullets as he lined up, "O-Okay, here I go." He really did do it in one go, wasting no time sinking his entire length into you, "Holy shit! H- So wet! God!"

"That's what real cunt is like Denji. Nice isn't it?" Aki whispered as he kissed your shoulder, his eyes glued on Denji's flushed face and sharp teeth.

"Y-Yeah. Real nice pussy. Taking me really well, it's really tight too."

You smiled when you made yourself flutter around him and he lunged forward, burring his head between your breasts, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve too." Pulling Denji close you rolled your hips against him, showing him what pace you liked best. Although uneven he did his best to match it, his hands on your hips, mouth searching for your free nipple to latch onto.

The sound of Denji's balls hitting naked flesh filled the living room, the movie long forgotten and maybe even over, your moans mixing with Denji's whines and Aki's encouragement. You felt yourself getting closer as Aki's skilled fingers rolled over your clit in time with Denji's desperate thrusts.

"Good girl, you're doing well for him. Being a good little cockdoll." You turned your head to kiss Aki, sloppy, greedy, absolutely unrecognizable to Denji from how you usually were. The sight and sounds were enough to send him over the edge, filling you up with cum, all the way to the brim.

"Fuck! Tighter! She's getting even tighter around me! Please, come for me? Around my cock, let me feel you. Be my slut too." He pleaded against your tits, hips smacking hard against yours.

"What you say? Wanna be our little whore? Huh sweetheart?" Aki's fingers rubbed tight circles around your sensitive clit, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. You answered with an orgasm, body going limp against Aki's and pussy clenching tight onto Denji's cock. "So good baby, you did so good." You could only hum in return, trying to catch your breath.

Denji looked up at you, a question on his lips, "What is it Denji? You want more?"

"Eh, no, uhm… can I… kiss you too?" Horny and adorable, those were the two words you'd use to describe Denji right now. And pretty much always.

"Of course you can." You pulled him into a kiss for which his heart melted for. "Aki, do you want to…"

Denji gulps and licks his lips. The fact that he's naked and that you're fully clothed makes him even harder.

"w-woof?"

Your stare stays blank. Did he do it wrong?

"Thats disappointing denji," you say, letting out a feign sigh. "That sounded like a question rather than a actual bark. Maybe you're not fit to be my dog after all-"

"N-No! P-Please!" You stop talking as you see actual tears well up in Denji's eyes. "Please... i-i swear i'll be a good dog for you!" He paws at your legs as he pouts at you. His bell jingles as he frantically tries to convince you for another chance.

You coo at him, your hand going down to caress his check. You can feel the way he tilts his head to rub against it gently.

"Really? Then prove it." Denji shivers at the tone of your voice. "Know that I won't give you another chance so go on and bark." He knows its not a request, its a command. And he's not one to ever disobey you.

"woof woof!"

At last you smile at him and Denji feels his heart swell, knowing he did it well. You give him a pat on the head and rub it, watching as he lowers his head to hide his flushed face.

"Good boy"

You watch as his body shivers from the praise. He lets out a whimper as he rubs his head against your thigh, looking at you with pleading, innocent eyes.

"Please"

"Please what, baby?"

He lets out a whine. "Touch me please!"

You take a quick glance at his hard dick and look back at Denji who has a pout on his lips. How adorable.

"How about you ride my thigh?" You watch as a grin appears on Denji's face and his personality changes into a more energetic, happy one.

"R-Really?" You smile and if you didn't know any better, you would've thought that there was a actual tail behind him wagging side to side if you were to look.

"Yes baby, think about it as a reward." Immediately he jumps onto your thigh, a whimper leaving him as his dick touches your thigh.

He slowly rocks against you, afraid to speed up in case he's not supposed to. But your impatience gets the best of you and you grab his hips to force him to ride your thigh faster.

He jolts as he lets out a gasp that soon turns into a needy whine. He quickly crams his face into your neck, letting out quiet whimpers and moans as he wraps his arms around your neck. Each roll of his hips against your thigh has him letting out even louder noises, letting you to assume that he's close.

A hand leaves his hips and goes to travel up his back before it gently wraps around his neck.

You hear his breathing turn ragged when you gently squeeze his neck, your head turning sideways to whisper in his ear.

"such a adorable puppy, arent you?" Denji lets out a whimper and wraps his arms around you even tighter, his hips practically rutting against your thigh on his own, trying to chase his orgasm.

"If you want to cum, i want to hear you properly beg for it, denji."

With a slight nod, he lifts his head from your neck only to throw it back as particular thrust of your thigh has his body shivering in pleasure.

"ah! please! fuck- let me cum please" He looks at you with tear-filled eyes as he paws at your chest with a pout.

"wanna k-kiss you ah!" You quickly bring him into a kiss filled with teeth clashing and some rather lewd noises coming from him.

He's so eager, really. Even with the way his hips are humping your thigh as if his life depends on it and the way he's moaning and mewling against your lips, you still think he's so so cute.

A perfect puppy boy for you to ruin, for you to keep, and to play with whenever your heart desires.

You pull back from the kiss and have to pull on his hair in order to keep him from chasing your lips to which he whines at. With a grin, you mumble against his mouth.

"Go on and cum, baby."

He widens his eyes at your command but he doesn't waste another second and shoves his face into your neck with a muffled cry, his body spasming as his orgasm hits him hard. Ropes of his cum shoots out and onto your clothes and his chest.

His hips slow down as the intensity dies down. You press a kiss onto the side of his head.

"You did so good for me denji." Denji lets out a hum and cuddles against your body further. He stays still and when you look at his face, you find out that he fell asleep on you.

Perhaps your puppy boy used up too much of his energy today.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

It takes a stern talking to from Aki and several yen bills shoved into his pockets to make him snap out of whatever funk he’s in, stringin’ you along like that without even askin’ you out.

Denji is so desperate for you, all lopsided smiles and shrugged shoulder but he’s also so goddamn sweaty. He wants to kiss the back of your hand like the good guys in movies do but he’s kinda sticky and he’s to embarrassed to rub his palms on his jeans - so you do it to him instead, bowing politely and kissing the back of his knuckles softly, lips pillowy and all he’s ever dreamed,

“Did Aki also tell you to ask me out? Cause that’s so cliche of him,” you giggle and sigh in some kind of defeat, looking down at your feet, “I didn’t think you’d catch on, thought I might’ve been too shy yknow? My sister always told me I had to be more confident if I wanted a boyfriend,”

Denji fizzes at the word. Boyfriend. His ears twitch and he puffs out a nervous laugh,

“S’cute that you’re shy,” he fishes something out of his pocket, a paper bag filled with three red bean taiyaki, kind of squashed but still warm from the street vendor, “I was kinda stupid about it to be honest, m’not used to the attention like that - the cute shy kind,”

You inch closer and cup his hands around the bag, visibly flustered but braving the intimacy. Your fingers brush his as you open the crinkled paper, pulling out the fish-shaped pastry and Denji swallows so thickly, he’s scared you heard,

“So?” You tear the fish in half and simmer at the steam hissing off the crimson filling. Denji blinks stupidly when you hand him the tail,

“Uhh, so what? Did you want the tail instead?”

Somewhere in a kitchen, Aki sneezes and curses his roommate.

“So d’you wanna be my boyfriend?” You nibble on the flaky pastry, humming at the sweet taste and Denji wishes he was the cause of your pretty noise. Your question sends him sagging with a weird kind of relief, glad you asked him instead of the other way around because he’s sure he would have probably either sounded too nonchalant or thrown up with anxiety over his wording of it,

“Only if you wanna be my girlfriend,” your cheeks heat up and Denji smiles brightly, shoulders hunching in an effort to get closer to you, biting into the cake with a noise of appreciation,

“I asked first you dummy, that’s not how you’re suppose to - you’re so silly sometimes Denji,”

He’s spooked. Eyes wide when you surge forwards, crushing the bag of snacks to his chest and leaning up into his personal space. Out of instinct, Denji leans away from you but you’re instant, eyes closed and lips parted.

You kiss him. Chaste and warm, nose bumping his and he nearly rips the bag he’s still holding, annoyingly. It takes him a second to respond, shocked at your boldness considering your previously shy nature but he responds either way. Denji cranes his neck down, forcing you backwards a little and you squeak at his reciprocation, mouth open and teeth nipping your lip. He can taste the taiyaki on your breath and you clutch at his wrists sandwiched between your chests with a sweet little sigh. The two of you part after a moment, his cheeks dark with flush and it feels like you’re shaking,

“You’re still silly,” you mumble and he lets out a heavy breath,

“M’your silly now,”

“That doesn’t even make sense oh my god,”

"Oh, bunny! Don't be so rough with me!" you hear the cutest giggle from behind you, his hot chest muscles against your back, and you know who it is right away.

You can't find your voice for a few more seconds, until the waves of pleasure start to subside.

"Yu- Yuuuji !!!!"

"Yeah honey bunny?"

"m sorry-"

"Bunny I was kidding, you can do whatever you want to me, just promise you won't stop squeezing my cock ok?"

"nh nhhh promise"

"I could barely even pull out of you last night you felt so good, cutie, so I just waited for Megumi to get home so we could share you. I hope that's ok?"

"unn uuhh uhhhhhuuhh"

You let out delirious moans, feeling Yuji's hips wiggle, jerking his cock ever so slightly inside you, while Megumi just keeps going.

He works your little clit some more, taking you higher with each release, then Yuji gets impatient. You feel him start to thrust slowly, with your back in a deep arch and his hands on your waist.

Megumi kneels up at the end of the bed and watches you two, now he can clearly see how stretched you are from Yuji's fat cock.

You're taking him so well, he wonders if he could fit inside your cute pussy at the same time... he could just kneel on top of Yuji's muscly thighs and shove his dick in.

He watches in a daze, jerking and edging himself to the thought of Yuji's veiny cock pushing against his own, thinking about just how tight you'd feel, and he wonders if you could do it.

That may be pushing you too far, so the thought of it will have to do for now.

Yuji asks to switch, taking your body below his so you can see his gorgeous face and run your fingers through his fuzzy undercut. He proceeds to push you into the deepest mating press, making you whimper out affectionately when he kisses your lips.

"Baby bunny you're so tight like this, you know that?"

"hmmhhuum-"

"Yeah, aw you did? Does Megumi do this position with you too?"

You nod, with your ears flopping a little and your hands grabbing at the muscle of his shoulders.

"Mm, I bet Megumi loves it like this too, huh? Bet he loves filling your cute little pussy like this- shit- shit Gumi? Gumi can you show me, I, I wanna see?"

It's filthy but Yuji's too far gone to care. He needs to dump his thick load in you, then have his friend fill you up directly after.

"Please will you-ahh?"

"You want me to show you how I fuck my girl?"

"Yeahuhh uh huhh" he nods, getting more and more turned on with every thrust.

"Well you better finish up so I can take my turn. We can't both fit our dicks in there, can we?"

Fuck.

Yuji explodes at the thought of sharing you with Megumi. Of rubbing their wet cocks together, smearing your juice all over each other.

"Come on then, bunny," Megumi barely lets Yuji's cum trickle out of you before he's lining himself up, "let's get you filled up again and show him how we fuck"

It's hard to believe he's taking you in the same position, with his body pressed so hard on yours, his strength pinning you down and his teeth sinking into your neck.

"Oh fuck you do it so hard Megumi, that's mean, do you like that bunny, are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah Yuji it's - it's- ahh!!"

"Poor baby can't even tell him how good you feel, want me to slow down?"

"N-nhhuh no no no!!!!"

"You like it like this?"

Of course you do.

You're a little too fucked out to tell him exactly how you're feeling, but not so much that you can't start begging for his cum.

He knew you'd start this up at some point- you always do. When he fucks you for so long, for his own pleasure, you end up whining that he needs to hurry up and cum already.

You keep on begging, changing your usual tune slightly-

"Megumi, owner, Yuji's not inside me anymore," you cry, sounding so upset at the fact, "I want you both, ple-please I need it..."

"Hm," he hums into your neck, pausing his biting and kissing, "you want to suck him?"

"N-no- no- want him... inside with you," you sniffle and plead your owner understands.

You hear a groan from Yuji, who still recovering but slowly stroking his growing hard on.

"Baby, we won't fit. You've seen- felt how big he is."

Your owner is firm with this matter, telling you that it won't work and maybe next time you can try it if you behave really well.

So you sniffle and push aside your thoughts of Yuji and him filling you together, as if it wouldn't be the most satisfying pleasure in the world for such a needy bunny in heat.

But, at least you have both of their sweet loads inside you, with Megumi pressing a final hot kiss to your lips. He pushes himself so deep you can feel the heat of his creamy mess right near your cervix. He knows you won't get pregnant this time, but one day... he might just have to fulfil your insatiable natural desires.

He pulls out so slow- he knows you're filled up for now. He knows this look on your face oh so well. You've been completely taken care of, and this could be the end of your ridiculous horny heat behaviours.

But, when his dick is sliding out, his tip popping through your tight entrance, and he sees the gushing white liquid... his eyes cloud over again.

"Bunny-" his fingers find the cream now, spreading it over your lips and pushing it back inside.

Yuji hears how his friend is moaning and leans forward to look for himself.

"Oh, fuck, sweetie-" he's amazed at the amount of cum that's spilling from you right now and can't help but join his friend.

He extends his fingers- thicker and rougher than Megumi's- and they push in two digits each, spreading your hole nicely.

With the drag of their fingers and the lubrication of their thick loads, your body convulses with another orgasm.

But now you can see how they're looking at you, with their dicks hard and flushed again- Yuji's getting those thick and pulsing veins while Megumi's bends up with precum leaking at the tip again- you know they're not done with you.

And now, they're the ones begging for you.

"One more round, princess?"

"Is that okay, sweetie?"

yuji | megumi | m.list | pt. one