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Tim and Lucy.

Ever the two people you've wanted in this lifetime, and yet, the only two people you can't have.

It's amusing, really, as you admire with sulky eyes and a fast-beating heart at how they sit side-by-side together on the couch that lay in the middle of yours and Lucy's apartment, watching how gently they speak to one another, look at each other, feel together- all the things you so selfishly wished they did to you.

You know you shouldn't be thinking this way, especially as you're attaching the last elegant pieces of jewellery before you head out to see your boyfriend for a date. But, how could you stop your thoughts...your thoughts that are so realistic, so true?

You've known these two beings the moment you became a police officer and they've moulded you into the person and cop you are to this day- a fucking good one, at that.

You met Lucy at the police academy and the moment you two embraced each other into a hug that reminded you of a warm blanket that just came out of the drier, things just...instantly felt right with her.

So instantly that when she sparked up about needing a roommate, you shook hands with her on it- which only grew you two closer than before.

You were no longer just spending extraordinarily long hours on shift with her, but you were also making pancakes in the morning together and drinking wine on the couch amidst a starry night- the both of you huddled close with one another and so lost in conversations that the TV became white noise in the background.

Looking at Lucy is a delight- she's so sweet, so kind, and she gets you on levels no one else could dare to.

That is until Tim challenged that.

And, oh boy, did he get you.

For Lucy, it was understandable- out of the 24 hours that milked the day, you spent 20 of them with her. And she's a friendly, familiar face- of course, you're going to tell each other secrets you swore to yourself you were never going to tell.

But with Tim, you didn't need to tell him anything, it was like he took one second looking at you and he knew exactly how you preferred your coffee.

Sure, you never saw Tim in the light of friendship when he was Lucy's TO- considering you and Lucy moaned and groaned about how much of a fucking jackass he was. But, when you and Lucy became P2's and Tim started dating Lucy, he was just that bit easier to talk to.

Precisely, you don't know when you two got closer, but somehow your respectable greetings of nods turned into hello, and his you're riding with me today, Boot morphed into let's ride together, yeah? Then, his policy of no personal conversations in his shop became a lot more personal by the time you two started laughing over how your failed blind date went with a stranger on Tinder.

And with that, you, Tim and Lucy started seeing each other more and more outside of work; down at the local pub, food trucks between and after work hours, and even moreso at the apartment when a bottle of wine called your name.

The good thing out of all of this? You three bonded into a trio no one - not even Sergeant Grey - saw coming. Sure, people saw it as you third-wheeling Tim and Lucy, but no matter how many times you tried to tell them about it, they persisted they wanted you to hang out with them.

You had your differing personas and yet, somehow, they all just fit together perfectly and in sync.

It was perfect for some time when you three almost spent every single day together, never finding a reason to get bored with one or the other as you got to learn more about them, and they got to learn more about you.

Even the...specific things. Things you never thought would be shared amongst your best friend, let alone your superior.

Things like love languages and how Lucy likes physical touch, particularly when her hair is played with, or that Tim's is quality time- especially when he's hanging around you and Lucy.

They caught onto yours quickly the moment you blushed heavily at Lucy calling you a pretty girl or Tim mentioning how well you did at work today.

At first, you shrugged those conversations off like they didn't mean as much as they really did. Whatever. Friends can tell each other their personal needs and wants without making it weird.

But then, you three kept having these nights more and more. And with each couch session with the couple, you all opened up, exposing one another to depths of vulnerability that maybe- perhaps, you all didn't need to know.

Especially one night.

You three were tangled messily on the couch, hiccuping from the aftermath of consuming bottles upon bottles of wine while speaking of things that you never would admit sober.

Lucy, with pink cheeks and a shy grin, confessed that she'd eaten a girl out once back in her college days, and Tim mumbled that he loves rough sex.

When it came to your turn, you blushed.

"I've...Jesus Christ- um-" You remember faulting beneath their curious yet intimidating gazes, reddening by the second as you grasped the wine glass tighter within your palms, "-on my...sex bucket list-"

Tim snorted, his unoccupied hand rubbing up and down one of your silky legs, "You have a sex bucket list?"

"Well duh," You quirked back, "Who doesn't?"

Lucy nodded her head with a cheeky grin as she nuzzled her head on Tim's shoulder, "Don't worry girl, I've got one too."

You continued, "#1 on the top is...to be a part of a threesome."

You didn't mention that you wanted to be a part of a threesome...with them.

Once your confession came out, however, you remember there being a heartbeat of silence that followed it. Tim stopped rubbing your leg, and Lucy halted mid-sip.

At first, you felt embarrassed- fuck, you could have said anything, but you said that?

You had sunk your body into the cushions beneath your warm back from where you laid, and your legs that were draped over Tim's lap were beginning to shrink from his embrace.

But then, they both hummed, and there was a look on their face that didn't exactly scream judgement.

More like...

Oh, like they wanted that too.

(You all were thinking about each other)

"Hey, wouldn't that be hot?" Lucy perked up first, a fire igniting in her eyes as she leaned closer.

Tim nodded in agreeance, going back to brushing his fingers on your leg. Except, this time, an underlining ounce of energy and tension was charged to his touch and he tilted his head to gaze down at your flushed face, "Yeah, I mean I've thought about that too."

But between the new heated expressions on their faces, and of course, your shocked response to their response, all that you could muster up was an "Oh," after you swallowed deeply.

You think about that night often. Especially because since then, you've mustered up feelings you never quite knew were already festering within you. It was sickening, like a disease, how you could have a crush on the two people you could never get.

It didn't help that there were still the lingering stares, close proximity touches and vulnerable conversations between them and you. And their praises and pet names weren't letting down either- constantly finding ways to purr compliments and affirmations that made your body react in a way a friend's wording shouldn't.

It ached your heart because, how could they do these things to you and it not mean anything?

Of course, it didn't- they're a fucking couple.

But still, there was so much love your poor heart wanted to give them and you couldn't- how could you disrespect their relationship like that?

Except, to what your oblivious self thinks it knows, Tim and Lucy like you just as much as you do to them.

You're just so...fuck, you're everything to them.

For Tim and Lucy, dating each other was easy in a way they hadn't expected. From their history of TO and Rookie, they already knew how the other coordinated, so their relationship morphed into something so natural and right.

But, like a itch to scratch or a hole to their hearts, it always felt like their relationship was missing something....someone.

And every time they hung out with you and all your chaos, warmth, and light intertwined, their relationship felt fulfilled.

Even before Tim and Lucy got together, they couldn't stop watching you. How you laugh and smile and tell stories with a twinkle in your eyes- it's all so mesmerising, so authentically you.

Which has put Tim and Lucy in a struggle because, how could they know you wanted them too? It's not like you've ever voiced it- not that they'd even expect you to.

But, when you muttered with that cute blush on your cheeks that you wanted to have a threesome, Tim and Lucy's world stopped spinning for that second.

You never mentioned it being with them, sure, but it meant if an opportunity was given to them, they would take any chance they could giving you exactly what you wanted.

That is, until, you started dating your boyfriend.

You just couldn't handle it anymore. You had so much love to give with no place to call home. So out of the desperations of your heart, when you bumped into your current boyfriend at the station, you clung to him.

Which, in hindsight, was fucking stupid. Especially because since you've been with him for three months, you've grown to really hate the guy. And if you exclude the context, that's quite cruel to say.

But, when your wants and needs are constantly neglected and you feel like your boyfriend has never once opened his ears to listen to you, nor his eyes to see who you are, it's hard to keep the chemistry blossoming.

And I guess it doesn't help when once you started dating your boyfriend, your two best friends held back from giving you any attention (Of course, they did. In their eyes, you getting a boyfriend meant you didn't want their touches or praises and etc). Even worse, they show you almost every fucking day just how much you're missing out on what you and many others seek in this God-forsaken life...the beauty of love.

Like right now, as your eyes constantly lose their attention to adding your last earring into its respective place because your gaze keeps landing on Tim and Lucy sitting on the couch through your bedroom mirror.

You watch when Tim reaches out with delicate fingers to tuck loose strands of dark brown hair behind one of Lucy's ears, and you want to knock yourself out with this mirror.

You're jealous.

Of course you are- how couldn't you be? They're everything you want.

You avert your stare away and complete the last addition of your jewellery. Then, you manoeuvre to the edge of your bed where your shoes await your embrace, and you glance over at your phone.

You can't stop the hefty sigh that escapes you when you realise your useless boyfriend still hasn't replied to your text of hey, are you still picking me up?

You're assuming the answer is no with his lack of communication, despite you sending it two hours ago.

Tim and Lucy, still giggling upon whatever conversation they've found comfort in, turn to their right to spot your seated figure on your bed.

You're gorgeous- so fucking gorgeous in their eyes, with your mini black dress and the red heels you've just begun to place on your feet that compliment you better than ever.

"Hey, girl, do you need a lift at all?" Lucy asks with that familiar warmness you've grown fond of, and you angle your head up to meet her very own eyes.

You want to cry- it's like she knew exactly that your boyfriend wasn't going to pick you up. But still, you shake your head with a small sad smile as you place your last heel to your left foot, "Thank you, Lucy, but I'll be good."

"What are you doing tonight anyway?" Tim pikes up, both of their orbs following you as you place your handbag on your shoulder and walk out of your room and into the kitchen.

You open the fridge, chillness welcoming your hot cheeks as you look inside, "I'm going on a date with the boyfriend," You answer lowly, your focus more set on deciding which wine to bring for BYO.

"Ah yeah! A date with..." Tim pauses, quickly glancing at Lucy as he lowers his voice to a whisper- though your ears are still in reach to hear him, "Wait...what's his name?"

Is that how unimportant he is to you? Your friends don't even remember his name?

Pulling a white wine out, you turn around to face the confused pair, "Lucas." But, there's no malice to your tone- at this point, you couldn't care less if you forgot his name too.

Out of the kindness of their hearts (though they forgot to actually put any authenticity to their response), Lucy and Tim hum contently with an oh yeah, that's his name! as they nod their heads in understanding.

"Well, that movie we like so much just came out with a sequel!" Lucy perks up just as you reach your apartment's door knob, "Want me to wait until you come back so we can all watch it together? You know...like old times."

Your chest drops, heavy.

Empty bottles of wine and beer, legs tangled together, warmth radiating between one another, laughter intoxicating the air, hands intertwined, heads resting next to one another.

"I wish," You murmur- and honestly, you do. "I just don't know how long we'll be out, don't wait for me though, yeah?"

They notice the smile you send them and how it doesn't quite reach your eyes, but they put no question to it.

"Oh, okay," She responds, that spark of hope slowly draining away from the two. Lucy gives back a caring smile of her own, "Well, have so much fun, babe- and call us if you need us!"

Just as you open the door, you turn to give them a quick look-over.

Fuck, you'd rather be with them right now.

Your mutter of; "Thanks," is the last they hear from you before you shut the door behind you, your heels echoing in the distance.

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"Stupid, stupid, stupid." You curse yourself as your storm to your boyfriend's apartment, a rougher click to your heels with each step you take and your hands clutching so tightly to your phone your fingers might just cramp any moment now.

Your furrowed brows and strained eyes stare at your stream of missed calls and unread messages that you've been sending to your boyfriend.

hey, are you still picking me up?

━ Missed call.

just driving to yours now x

got a white wine, hope that's okay!

i'm at the front of your building, do you want me to wait or go to your apartment?

━ Missed call.

━ Missed call.

you better not be asleep

okay whatever i'm walking to your apartment

━ Missed call.

"Ugh!" You groan, throwing your hands up in the air because screaming as load as possible isn't quite the ethical response to your boyfriend not answering you.

With a huff and a slight pant to your breath from how many stairs you just flew (in your heels), you reach your boyfriend's number, wasting no more time fiddling with the spare key he once gave you into the door's lock.

Tim and Lucy would never do this to you. Never.

And when you open the door with a rough force and a shout of your boyfriend's name, you really wish you just fucking stayed at home with them.

Because what stands in front of you, in the small confines of your boyfriend's pathetic excuse of an apartment, might just be the most humiliating sighting of your life.

And with the job you work, with all the shit that criminals and the chain of command put you through, that's saying something.

Your boyfriend; shirtless with crimson kiss marks scattered along his neck and back, tailored suit pants cuffed under his ass as he pounds into a random fucking girl on his bed.

You freeze. They freeze. Everything around you revolving and shrinking into this one second of a moment.

They're both staring at you, mid-thrust, with eyes filled with shock and surprise and lips plump and abused, her lipstick clearly smeared and shared between the two.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You finally yell, unable to stop the tears beginning to form in your cuticles as your stare darts all over the place- like you've just clocked onto work and you're memorising each and every piece of evidence in the scene.

The apartment is messy, his bed sheets are thrown off the mattress and your eyes can't seem to tear away from what you unfortunately have to label as your boyfriend cheating on you.

"I-" He starts off, but he stutters as his brain tries to form a good enough excuse for this, "I thought you were coming at 7!"

Blood seethes throughout your body's stream with your heart thumping at a pace you wouldn't dare to count, "You dickhead, it is 7!" And you face your phone's lockscreen that obviously flashes 7:03pm.

Your boyfriend- ex boyfriend scrunches his face up in defeat, "Ah, fuck..." And he finally pulls out of the girl, "Doll, I'm sorry, I was gonna tell you but-"

Ignorant to his apology, your eyes catch onto the metal restrictors wrapped around the girl's wrists and how they clang against the bed frame.

"No way..." Your jaw slacks, completely cutting him off as you point to the girl's restricted wrist, "Are those my handcuffs?!"

You all turn to the handcuffs, shining against the apartment's dim warm light and the imprint on the metal that clearly reads: LAPD | Serial No. 472839.

"W-Wha-"

"Oh. My. God. You piece of shit!" You scream, grabbing the nearest thing - a picture frame of...himself - and you throw it at him. He dodges it and it pierces the wall behind him with a thud, "Give those back to me, for fuck's sake! I thought I lost them!"

Your boyfriend gulps, "I...um- funny you say that..." He scratches the back of his neck, "I don't know where the keys are..."

Now, his mistress and you look at each other, then turn back at him, both eyes wider than before as you simultaneously yell, "What?!"

He throws his hands up, "I'm sorry! I thought there would've been a quick-release lever...or something."

"You-" You stomp closer, "Dumb-" You push your hands to his chest, "Fuck!" You point to the now shaking, crying mistress, "They're real handcuffs for stupid idiots like you! Seriously, you better hand those back to the station when you're done fucking. God, you're so embarrassing!" And you can't even look at him in the eyes as you wipe at your wet cheeks- your mascara and foundation appearing on your shaking fingers as you pull away.

You take one glance around the room before you walk backwards to the door.

Your boyfriend sighs, urgently standing up as he begins to follow you, "I'm sorry, Doll, please come back and we'll talk about it!"

But as you open his door with a jerk, you study him up and down with disgust, cringing at his dick still hanging out and the hickeys planted across...across every-fucking-where, "How the hell did I ever stay with someone like you?" You hiss.

And you slam the door on your way out.

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Your feet cry in relief as they walk unclothed from your heels with said shoes barely dangling from your fingertips. Your walk is slow and...numb, and your breathing is erratic as you choke on your whimpers and sniffles.

You've just sobbed for thirty minutes straight in your car.

The worst part?

It wasn't even about your boyfriend. At least, not for the majority of it.

The thoughts that haunted you more were on how unloved you feel, how unseen and unappreciated you think you are.

It's true, it really is.

All you want is Tim and Lucy, not even in a way that labels dating them, as such.

No, you just...want them.

They're the only ones who have, so far, been able to show you the goodness of life and what it means to have quality company. It's crazy how them once speaking to you and touching you and hanging out with you is labeled as a faint memory, rather than something that still occurs in your day-to-day routine.

Which makes this even shittier, especially because after experiencing something as embarrassing like your boyfriend cheating on you, all you want is them.

And it just fucking sucks because you can't.

There's a hard tug in your heart that has screamed for so long- yearning to feel loved, to feel wanted, to feel all things good and cherishing.

And right now, you don't think it's even achievable anymore.

The tears won't stop, they wouldn't even if you tried to stop. And a shaky exhale comes deep from your throat as you round the corner to where your apartment stands.

You pull your keys from your handbag before unlocking the door.

"Well," You whisper to yourself, a click to the knob indicating it's unlocked, "it can't get any worse than this."

Except...it can, because as you open the door to your apartment, you find Lucy lying on the kitchen bench, naked with her back arched-

-as Tim eats her out.

The hot flush that beams onto you from the shock of the scene initiates a sharp gasp to escape your throat.

The room goes silent and all bodies freeze.

Lucy's eyes snap open first, her gaze immediately settling onto your shaken figure. Her breath hitches, "Shit!"

Tim immediately follows where she's looking, his eyes widening, "Shit."

Your mouth is agape, then you shut it, only for it to fall open again.

Lucy pushes Tim off her, scrambling for the closest thing she can find to cover herself- her scrunched up white tee.

Tim's just behind her, quickly covering himself with his hands, though it does nothing to hide what's beneath.

Your voice is shaky, still physically affected by the previous events as you point to outside the apartment halls, "I'm..." You gulp as you back away from the apartment's entrance, "I'm just- I'll go."

"Wait- have you been crying?"

You don't even know who asks it, your mind a complete haze as you struggle to comprehend what's going on. You glance up between the two, only now are their humiliated faces have wired into concern as they study you.

Wiping at a fresh wave of tears, you stutter out, "W-What? No..."

You can't lie- you've never been a good liar.

"Oh, babe-"

"-Don't," You cut Lucy off, a tremor releasing down your spine when you realise your brain can't focus, not when they're both standing there fucking naked. "I'll be outside, just- finish what...you were doing. I can wait."

You shut the door behind you before they get the chance to respond.

Thankfully, however, you aren't standing beside your closed apartment's door for too long- clearly Tim and Lucy are smart enough to not have sex when they know you're just outside the apartment.

It's an uncomfortable silence intoxicating the air by the time Tim opens the wooden door, his head peaking out as his eyes peer around the hallway for your familiar presence and-

-oh, there you are, sitting down right next to the apartment's door. With your knees pulled up to your chest as you rest your head against the wall's gritty stiffness, mascara-filled tears running down your puffed cheeks with sad eyes...numb, tired eyes.

"Hey," His soft whisper snaps you out of your trance, instantly grounding you into the now, the reality.

You peer up, grateful that he's now dressed, and he's wearing that small smile he tends to only give you and Lucy; it's warm and caring, it's everything you want to be surrounded by. He clears his throat, stretching out a hand for you, "Wanna come in?"

You don't speak, only answering by taking his hand into yours.

Lucy - also dressed - is just placing the bottle of wine on the coffee table when you and Tim enter back in. To the noise of the door shutting, she lifts her head up, and relief floods her face when she sees you're here too, "Oh hey, come sit, I've brought out your favourite."

And when you round the couch and notice that she indeed does have your favourite wine out, along with three wine glasses sprawled for sharing, a flutter blossoms from your gut. You can't help but bite your lip back from smiling, "Thanks, Luce."

She sends a smile back your way before guiding you to sit, all three of you embracing the familiar plushness of the couch in unison.

But for the first time, it feels weird. Not in a sense that you don't want to be there, even considering you just walked in on their sexual pleasures. You get it, shit timing and things happen- it's basic biology.

But it feels weird because you've...never sat in the middle before. You've never been sandwiched between Tim and Lucy, never had their bodily warmth searing your skin on either side.

What doesn't help, either, is that Lucy's nipples perk through her white, thin t-shirt and the outline of her breasts are clearly visible to the naked eye. Her pyjama shorts leave nothing to the imagination, and neither does Tim's- with his thin grey sweatpants allowing extra help to expose the outline of his cock.

You avoid eye contact from then on with a blush heavy on your cheeks and you so desperately try to shrink your body between them.

But to no avail, it's very well noticed by the two.

"Look, we're sorry for what happened back there-"

"-Don't apologise." You cut Tim off, waving your hand as you peek just a glance to him, "You weren't expecting me to come home so early. I'm not upset at you two for that."

You try to shake off the previous events marbling into your imagination at the mention of it; Lucy's precious moans rolling off her tongue, her pussy shining against the kitchen light from above, the wet noises echoing through your ears as Tim ate her out-

"-So," Lucy begins, cutting off your thoughts as her eyes leave the study of you from head to toe to fixate more on picking up one of the glasses. Her other hand takes dominance to pour the wine in it, "what happened? Who do we need to kill?"

A croaky chuckle leaves your throat as you accept the full-to-the-brim wine, "I'm sure you can guess," And unfortunately, they can, they really can as you speak the words, "he- um, he cheated on me."

You can't even look them in the eyes as they reach out to comfort you, their hands electrifying into a hot blanket on your skin- Lucy's thumb brushing your thigh up and down with Tim's palm rubbing circles into your lower back as they whisper their condolences of fuck, i'm sorry and oh, you poor thing.

"It's fine, I'm not that upset about it anyway," Taking a (big) sip of your wine, you exhale shakily, "I just- I feel so...unloved." You turn to them both, "Is that stupid to say? I know my friends love me- my family too. But...other than that I don't feel like I could put my heart out to anyone like that again. Never."

Lucy frowns, though her hand never leaves your thigh, "What do you mean, babe?"

"I'm just..." You swallow hard- you never thought about how embarrassing it might be to actually admit it aloud, "I don't know what it feels like to be wanted. So what's the point in getting into another relationship if I'm just gonna feel like this all over again?"

There's a heartbeat of silence that follows your sentence, along with the air con, apparently, when a sudden heighten of temperature flushes your neck.

It could be that.

Or maybe, it's the intimidating looks Lucy and Tim are eyeing off to one another. And like a secret that is so obviously being spoken between the two and yet, you aren't inclusive enough to know about it, your pace quickens.

Because of course, they're talking about you.

"What?" You muster up, cutting their telepathic communications as they flicker their gazes to you, "Just say it. Don't...beat around the bush- I can handle it."

They dart to each other one more time before Lucy starts up and...is that disbelief? "We're sorry it's just..." She takes another second to form her sentence, "You don't think you're wanted?"

You blink, and blink again, "No. My boyfriend just cheated on me."

"I think what Lucy means-" You turn your head to Tim's sudden low voice, his back flushed against the couch's arm rest as he stares intently at you, "-Is that Lucy and I have been pretty clear on how much we want you. And you didn't notice?"

A second and then another fills the time it takes for your brain to comprehend what he just said, and your pulse quickens.

You gulp, "I..." But no words can form from your dry mouth, "You two...liked me?"

"Like." Lucy corrects you, her thumb picking back up on their soft trace on your thigh, "We still like you, and we want you- we always have."

"But-" You shake your head, taking a big fucking sip of wine because the conversation calls for it. You exhale once you pull the glass away, your eyes dizzy from constantly darting from one person to the other, "-But you're dating! I just assumed that everything you guys said and did didn't mean anything because you're together."

"Babe, don't make me laugh," A glint sparkles in Lucy's pretty brown eyes, those fingers not letting down anytime soon and neither is your heart, "you've always been that missing piece to our relationship. Trust, we really want you."

Oh.

"Oh." You breathe out.

You can't look at them, instead, your eyes set themselves on the delicate circles the brunette is drawing into your skin, edging just that little higher every time. You're too nervous to look at them, so true and authentic with their words- so...sure.

They want you.

They like you.

And it isn't until you feel the soft touch of fingertips cupping your chin, manoeuvring your head so you're looking up and to the right, Tim's face coming into your vision. There's a gentle expression in his baby blues, but nothing can hide the underlying hunger and need that swims within those eyes as he gazes right back at you.

"Can we show you how much we want you?"

Unwired to strings of nothing, your brain shuts down. Not just at his words of certainty, but the electricity heating your chin from his fingertips, and Lucy's digits that are just beginning to slide beneath the hem of your mini black dress- awaiting for your answer.

Then, you nod, small yet effective.

"Good," Relief skims past his face ever so faintly and a hint of a smile fights against his urge of control on the corners of his lips. He carefully takes the wine glass from your hands before placing it down on the coffee table. Then, he's cupping both of your jawlines with his hands, pulling you into him, "C'mere, sweetheart. Missed you."

The last part is muffled, eagerness urging you two to feel the lips of one another and oh, does it feel like a dream.

Tim's masculine- of course he is, but there's a sense of kindness written within every line on his lips amongst his strength and protectiveness that you ought to see on a daily basis. And as much as it confuses you - seeing as he so confidently admits to enjoying rough/hate sex - perhaps it's best on your emotional, sensitive heart that tonight you receive the preciousness of Tim's personality that only you and Lucy get to cherish.

Upon the melting of Tim's warmth cascading around your body, a familiar breath comes behind you; Lucy and all of her glory occupying your neck for what it should be desired for...marking.

Lucy doesn't waste time. After leaving a kiss to your earlobe with an airy whisper of how gorgeous you are, her plush mouth attaches itself just beneath your ear to the beginning of your neck. From here on, she creates a trail of wet, heated kisses down to your shoulder and-

"-Oh!" You gasp into Tim's mouth, your sudden surprise only melting into a muffled moan when Lucy sucks onto the directed patch of skin, her tongue distracting the pain away.

Tim takes advantage of this opportunity anyway- his dominance handling the situation with a smooth swipe of his tongue into your mouth, and you can't help but spill another shaky moan once you feel his exploration deepening the kiss even more.

The double stimulation is something you didn't realise you needed until now. It's the excitement of not just feeling Tim's mouth colliding with yours, but Lucy's attack on your shoulder too.

If only you knew sooner.

If only...

Upon the continuation of providing hickeys that will make it so fucking hard to cover, Lucy gracefully glides her index finger from your underwear-covered hole up to your aching clit, making your breath hitch at the direct yet indirect contact with your pussy.

"Oh, Tim," Lucy lifts her buzzing lips from your collarbone, a purr to her tone as she does the motion again, feeling your leaking juices soaking the underwear's thin fabric, "I think our girl might be enjoying this more than we were expecting."

Tim hums into your mouth before reluctantly pulling himself away from you, his own dilated pupils matching yours and Lucy's as you all peer down to where the brunette's hand disappears beneath the fabric of your dress.

And once Lucy add more pressure to your clit through the friction of your underwear, you lean your head back against the couch with your eyes fluttering in arousal.

"Fuck, look at her," Tim smirks down at you, his left hand tucks loose pieces of strands behind your ear while the other rests on your right thigh, "prettiest thing I've ever seen."

You blush heavily, your eyes peering over at Tim's but you're at a loss of words when Lucy applies just a tad more force onto your clit, "Luce..." You draw her name out, a whine and a plead mixed into the harmony of your words as you look up at her.

She's smiling with a glaze to her eyes that can only show how easily intoxicated she's becoming of this. This being her finger just lightly touching your clit, watching you melt with every second that passes.

Lucy can't help herself, she leans down to press her lips to yours.

And she's so feminine, in every way; her touch is delicate and compassionate, soft and so, so pretty. But, she also holds this otherwise sense of leadership that she shows at work when due. And in this moment, you let her lead you, control you, take care of you.

So when her tongue traces your bottom lip, asking for permission, you welcome her with glee.

With her fingers now side-swiping your underwear to trace her finger through your folds, along with Tim pulling the dress' straps off your shoulders as he teasingly and slowly lowers them more and more, all you can feel is heat- simmering, boiling heat causing a wildfire throughout your whole body.

Then, Lucy pulls away from you.

And at first you frown with a small whine of disapproval.

But to your benefit, she begins to lower herself all the way off from the couch until she's kneeling in between your parted legs- awaiting patiently for Tim to then shuffle and manhandle you around until he's sitting flush against you from behind.

Sure, the couch is soft- velvet and smooth.

But, Tim is softer.

You're practically sitting on his lap with how pressed up your back is to his solid chest and oh, his cock too.

With your heart thudding deeper inside you, Tim rests his chin on your shoulder, both watching in admiration when Lucy draws herself closer between your legs and your pussy is exactly where she wants it to be- just barely hanging off the edge of the couch, eagerly pulsating for her.

"Tim, you should see this pussy," She moans, her eyes widening in pure bliss as she lifts your dress up to the exposure of your core, her hands opening your thighs even more, "So wet, so pretty."

Tim hums against your shoulder, planting a kiss as his hands start to trace the delicacy of your collarbone, "I'll have my turn."

Lucy, however, is not one to keep you writhing for long, because with efficiency, she's sliding your ruined underwear down your legs and her mouth drives itself closer to you.

There, she takes the first kitten lick to you.

Like the first sip of coffee, or the beginning of a massage, you instantly melt into relaxation. Your back sinks further into Tim's broad chest as your eyelashes flutter, struggling to keep open at the magic of Lucy's tongue as she glides her tongue around your clit.

"Holy shit- Lucy, you're so-" A moan cuts you off when she flicks your clit back and forth, the warmth of her tongue so overwhelming to your senses- along with her fingers that draw lines up and down your thighs. "-fuck, you're so good at this."

Lucy hums against your pussy- a thank you, from her part.

As she continues to take abuse on you, Tim's hands lightly brush lower from your collarbone, taking a liking to your cleavage that is now slipping out from the loosening of your dress' straps, "Gonna lower this some more, baby," He murmurs against your ear, his fingers hooking to the sides of your dress before pulling it down with ease. He only stops once he's satisfied with the exposure of your breasts to the apartment's heated air, along with Tim's stare. He curses, unable to control himself as he grabs your tits each into his hands, "Fuck, wanna worship these all night. Wanted to for ages."

"Please," You whisper, his rough, large hands already making the buds harden and you rest your head on his left shoulder to provide him more access to look.

Tim doesn't need to be told twice before his thumbs trace around your stiff nipples, just in time for Lucy to lower her tongue and fuck it into your hole.

You cry out and grasp onto Lucy's hair, your mouth still agape as they keep up with their acts of pleasure on you. Lucy's pace is relentless as her tongue continues to fuck itself inside you, your walls welcoming her tongue as she lathers up any of your arousal that comes leaking towards her.

"Tell me sweetheart," Tim mutters next to you, his index fingers coming into play as he barely pinches your nipples, rolling them beneath his fingers repetitively. He earns himself the delight of your unfiltered noises that roll off your tongue, "do you want this just as much as we do, or is this just a rebound for you?"

You moan and shuffle against his tight grip, it all coming too overbearing when Lucy directs her attention back to your clit...only to push one of her fingers inside you, "Ah- What's it to you?"

"Well," Tim pinches your buds hard, followed by a sharp inhale from you, "My girlfriend is eating you out like it's her last meal, and I need to know whether I'm going to fuck you like you mean nothing to me, or like you're my entire world."

There's a shiver that travels down your spine at his words, and you're almost slipping with how close your orgasm is itching.

You open your eyes to peer at the woman between your legs, only to find her already looking up at you- wide doe eyes and lashes battering. While she hasn't stopped the motions of her clit nor the pounding of her current two fingers now inside you as they stretch you out, she awaits your answer.

"I do want this," You say in a shaky whisper, engaging in eye contact with both Lucy and then Tim as you turn your head to him, "I want you both...all the time."

"Attagirl," Tim ushers to you, and you can hear pride in his voice as he draws you in for a peck. His thumbs go back to delicately tracing around your nipples and he mutters against your lips, "You'll always have us. Always."

And with that, you place your head back onto Tim's shoulder and Lucy quickens her pace.

Your concentration overrides your noises once you feel the homestretch to an orgasm.

It's too much, but it's so fucking good; Lucy fingering you, your juices creating a loud squelching noise while her mouth sucks your clit into her wet warmth. And Tim, squeezing and revering your nipples by just the faintest brush of his fingers.

It's too much, so much that-

"-Oh fuck, 'm gonna cum," You squeak out, gripping Lucy's soft curls even tighter within your embrace as your thighs shake beside her head.

Then, a gasp to your raspy voice flushes you all over once the coil inside you snaps and you're going through the motions of an endless orgasm. Tim's fingers trace down to your waist, "That's it," He whispers, drawing circles into your skin while Lucy pulls off your clit, though continuing to milk out your orgasm by slowly pumping her fingers inside you, "Good girl- did so good for us."

Many seconds pass of silence, save for your heavy erratic breaths as you fall against Tim while he rubs his calloused hands up and down your arms- a sense of grounding. Lucy pulls her two fingers out of you, and you whimper in response to the emptiness that comes after.

Feeling sweaty and fucking exhausted, you probably could go to sleep happy and content right now.

That is, until, your eyes peek open and you take in the sight of Lucy with your juices fresh around her lips and dripping off her chin as she sucks her fingers into her mouth, the exact ones that were just in your pussy.

And it all comes rushing back.

"Fuck," Tim groans, his cock twitching against your back as you both just sit there, entranced to watch her with admiration and down-right arousal, "C'mere, Luce- wanna taste her too."

You can't stop yourself from staring with your jaw slack and eyes wide when Lucy lowers down to press her lips onto Tim's.

The kiss is so...fuck, how do you even describe that? Hot, messy, and so mesmerising. It's intertwined with trust and love as they greedily mix your cum with their saliva, moans and groans muffled by the other's mouth as they taste your metallic sweetness on their tongues.

"Holy shit-" You whisper, which brings all their attention back to you. They pull apart, followed by a string of saliva once connecting their lips, before dragging their eyes down to you.

You, in all of their glory.

You, with mascara tear-streaked flushed cheeks, plush lips, and nipples raw, red, and overstimulated from Tim's fingers.

A quick mischievous glance to the other can only tell you they aren't done with you.

Tim's already manhandling you- his two hands gripping your waist tighter than before as he places you right next to him, "Think you can give us another orgasm, baby?" He asks, kindly pushing you down so your head rests just before the couch's arm rest, a bundle of cushions already provided for you.

If you weren't so fucked out in a dream-like haze, you may have questioned if this was planned.

Nonetheless, you nod eagerly to his question.

As you lay across the couch, you flicker your attention between the two as they begin to undress themselves. You do the same, pushing your dress over your hips and ass before sliding it down your legs where it's discarded on the floor- amongst the many other articles of clothes Tim and Lucy have contributed to the floor.

Between the process of you bringing your knees up to your chest so Tim has better access to you, your movements halt.

Because while you've know these two humans for years, it might just be the first time you've seen them naked.

Sure, there's been the occasional Tim-being-shirtless if he's just gotten out of the shower, and Lucy nonchalantly wearing her bra and underwear as she runs from one side of the apartment to the other to grab her clothes. But, for the first time, this is their bodies- so beautiful, so true.

Lucy's plump and full breasts unveiled are as gorgeous as you would've imagined them to be, while the rest of her body looks like an absolute dream- her skin glowing and appearing soft like silk, and her curves are to die for.

Tim, on the other hand, has nothing soft on him; with his chest solid, shoulders broad and biceps the size of your head. He's a God-like sculpture of contoured muscles and veins, and his v-neck is prominent as it guides your vision to move down to his-

You choke.

You're caught off-guard by the sight of his cock in his hand; red and needy, and his tip has drips of pre-cum cascading down his length and onto his hand as he pumps himself one...two...three times.

Fuck, how is that gonna fit?

Tim lets out a chuckle, widening your legs to line himself where needed as he encourages you to wrap your legs around his back, "You'll be fine," And oh shit, you said that aloud.

With Tim occupied by gliding his tip through your folds, teasing your hole by gathering more of your arousal as it comes and goes from you, your voice mumbling Lucy's name with a sense of urgency grabs her attention from where she stands.

You're lying there with neediness and a come-hither expression filling the dilation of your pupils.

And who could say no to that?

So, she steps closer to you, a reassuring smile planted on her face before she leans down to lock her lips with yours.

Her lips remind you far too well of the goodness in this world, much like a surprise bouquet of flowers or baking a cake for one's birthday- they're so sweet, gentle, and caring.

Best of all, however, is the metallic taste of yourself still lingering in Lucy's mouth and you shiver, unable to contain how intoxicatingly arousing that is to one's emotional status.

And you can't stop the mind of your own body when your fingertips reach out to her breasts, hovering over the tender fat. You wouldn't be able to, even if you tried.

At first, just to test the waters, you massage her soft breasts between your palms. But the moan Lucy initiates against your mouth once your thumbs trace around her nipples tells you everything and more that she likes it.

Good, it's good that she likes it. Because you could do this for fucking hours, you really could. Her tits are so fucking pretty, so big, so comforting, but you halt your actions once you feel the tip of Tim's cock sliding inside you.

Your lips pull away from Lucy's with a loud gasp though your hands never leave her breasts, all three of your attention turning to the scene that plays out in front of you. That being Tim stretching you out with every inch he slips his cock into you- and your heart races more than it ever has before.

"Jesus- you feel so good," Tim chokes out and he tilts his head back to look up at the apartment's ceiling, his grip on your waist tightening as he tries to recite anything police-related to stop himself from cumming right now.

Lucy flickers down to your face, and upon noticing your tensed figure, she cradles your head close to her chest- much like a warm blanket, "Relax, sweet girl," She coaxes, and her fingers come around to thread them through your damp, sticky hair (thanks to the sweat you've produced).

"It's hard to-" You puncture out, a frown narrowing onto your forehead, "-'s so big,"

To really dramatise it, you feel like it's splitting you in half.

But, you're a good girl. You know you are. So you try to take deep breaths, your cramped muscles relaxing upon Lucy's comfort and Tim's soothing hands as they trace up and down your legs.

Even to help distract yourself from the stretching of your core, you tilt your face closer to the brunette's chest. With an eagerness and a need for instant diversion, your mouth attaches itself to her nipple and your tongue - ever so delicately - traces the hardened bud.

"Fuck- that's it," Lucy hitches her breath at the receiving end of pleasure, her nerves intensifying with each suck you give to her nipple, "You've got it, baby."

"Being so good for us," Tim rasps out, finally burying everything and all inside you as he bottoms out.

And he stills there for a second, allowing the erratic heavy breaths coming from all three of you to intensify and thicken what already appears to be stewed air. The lack of circulation only heats your skin more, but that's the least of what your attention is on.

Not when your superior is completely inside of you with blown-wide needy eyes and trembling fingertips as they tenderly rub your thighs- electrifying your very nerves beneath his embrace. For a man that allows no room for softness or vulnerability in his line of work, it's quite refreshing to drink in his very status.

His body is telling you everything he isn't saying, like how he's struggling to contain his control from fucking you into oblivion. You notice it in the way his eyelids are heavy, and the lack of baby blues left to his orbs.

And for the obvious part, you can feel it.

Like his veins pulsing against your walls as his cock twitches inside you- it's that of impatience, begging, the inability to wait any longer.

And perhaps, just perhaps, you might have more power than Tim in this very moment than what he has over you.

Thankfully, the abuse your tongue and lips have given to Lucy's breasts have distracted you enough to ease the stretch. So, as you leave Lucy's nipple with a pop! you provide a nod to Tim, "You can move now." And with that, you inhale all your hopes and wishes that you will still be able to walk tomorrow.

(You call in 'sick')

No more needs to be assured to Tim, for his relief is shown by how he ever so slowly pulls out by which he leaves just the tip in you-

-and then he's slamming into you.

This time, however, Tim doesn't let down- nor does he give you any time to brace it when he retrieves, only to fuck deep into you again.

You choke and any source of oxygen is far, far away from your lungs so you're left winded. Your hands fly out to wrap around Lucy's waist while the other grips onto the couch's armrest from behind you, accepting the desirable rhythm Tim is starting to create.

"Please- fuck-" A whimper cuts you off, pleasure getting in the way of any sentence you try to form when his cock slides back into you. "-can...can I- mmh!"

Of course, Tim is smart enough to calculate his thrusts when you're just about to speak. It turns him on, the asshole, watching you struggle to even speak with your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fucks you.

"What's that, baby?" He smirks, his voice low and playful.

Lucy huffs out a laugh, tucking your loose strands behind your ears as she leans lower to peck your neck, "Don't be such a tease, Tim," Then, she's pulling back enough that your eyes avert their gaze from the man pounding you senselessly to her, "You okay?"

And God, do you look wrecked.

But, so pretty, nonetheless- with eyes glossy and sultry as you stare deep into Lucy's brown oak ones. She can't help herself when she lowers her sight down to where your tongue flicks out, wetting your lips before you speak ever so innocently.

"Can I...eat you out?"

A heartbeat of silence follows.

Then another.

And another.

And then, Tim and Lucy both moan in unison.

By how Tim's hips stutter as he grinds into you while Lucy's eyes darken, they fucking liked your question.

Lucy lets out an exhale, cupping both sides of your face before placing a wet kiss onto your mouth- one of immense hunger and desire.

Then, she's murmuring against your lips, "Murder me if I ever say no."

She pulls back from the kiss and the apartment's warm light overhead creates a halo to Lucy's God-like body when she begins to climb up. The couch isn't big, per se, but it fits you three well enough that Lucy is able to anchor her knees either side of your head with a steady body.

"This okay?" She whispers down at you as she lowers herself, carefully.

You don't answer, not with words anyway- just a desperate moan when your tongue flicks out to taste her already dripping juices.

Good, that's all the permission she needs.

"Oh-" She gasps at the first initial contact, then, she's sinking down completely onto your mouth, with fingers tangling in your hair as your tongue finds her clit like second nature. She lets out the softest, broken whimper, grinding gently against your face, "-Shit, your mouth is fucking amazing."

Your heart flutters at her praise, fuelling you more to give her exactly what she needs as you attack her throbbing clit with an eager mouth.

"Jesus, Luce, someone's enjoying eatin' you out," Tim murmurs behind her from where his hips continue to snap against yours in a feral, primal way, however, even you can hear the squelching of your juices every time Tim plunges his cock inside your leaking hole, "Sweet girl 's so wet around my cock- feels incredible."

You moan in agreement, your tongue then moving from lapping at her entrance to gliding through her folds and vice versa with how Lucy is rocking against your mouth.

And God, is she making a mess out of you- her arousal already spread across your chin to your nose, and the inability to breathe properly when her entire pussy suffocates you is so worth dying for.

She smells and tastes so delicious, so good, so...fuck- addicting.

“God- fuck, just like that, baby." Lucy throws her head back, thighs trembling on either side of your head as she humps against your tongue, chasing every roll of pleasure with absolute greed and...pride. "You’re doing so good, so good for us.” And you really are with how you're keeping up with both Tim's rough yet unguarded pace, all the while eating Lucy's pussy like it's everything to you.

Truthfully, it is.

The amount of arousal seeping around your bloodstream, along with the fresh set of blood from how quickly your heart is hammering (From excitement? stamina? Perhaps even both?) can only do so much to one's body. Which is why when you begin to feel that underlying tension grow within you, you aren't surprised. Not at all.

Though, it appears Lucy might beat you to it- with how her hips are stuttering against your lips, concentration wrapped around the pants of her praises and how her fingers tighten in your hair's roots.

Then, "I'm so close," is what she whispers out, her breath coming out heavier, needier, "Please don't- ah! Please don't stop."

You don't- you wouldn't dare to. So, you grip her ass tighter to keep her close to your face as you ignore any cramps that may be coming afloat in your jaw.

Tim's words only help you fasten your desperation to make Lucy cum when his thumb surprisingly touches your clit, and mutters loud enough to make sure you hear, "Cum on that pretty face, Luce," And his circular motions on your clit, along with his cock still pounding into you, doesn't alleviate your nearing orgasm, "You gonna let Luce use you, sweetheart?"

Yes, yes, yes! is what you wish to say because fuck- how many sleeps have you dreamt of this scene?

All the times you've laid in your bed with only the moon's figure shining against your sheer curtains to keep you company as your ears tried so hard to ignore the blissful moans and mewls Lucy released when Tim ate her out in her bedroom. But how could you have ignored that? They just sounded so fucking good together, and you didn't know which one you wanted to please you- even more, who you wanted to please more.

So, with Lucy's pussy hushing any source of words to slip from you, you hum instead with a mhm hmm! as you continue to lap at her clit, circling it just the way she needs. She deserves it, of course she does.

And you want to be the one that gives her the orgasm.

So, when Lucy's hips stutter and her whole body tenses, grinding one final time as your tongue flicks her clit just so perfectly that she shatters, you know you've done it.

"Oh my God, yes- yes- fuck!" She cries out, and it's fucking music to your ears as she squeezes her thighs around your head and orgasms- her moans echoing throughout the room.

You help lengthen it out by continuing the stimulation to her clit with soft circles to ease her through the process until she's a whimpering, trembling mess. Then, she hovers herself off your mouth before slowly climbing off you to where she crouches beside you.

The moment Lucy leaves your lips, your gasping for air, your mouth now slick with your saliva, her arousal and her cum. Your chest heaves beneath the weight of everything- the pleasure you still feel from Tim's thick cock, the intimacy between not just one person but two, and the insane amount of love and want and need that airs from Lucy and Tim towards you.

It's everything you've ever wanted to feel, especially from these two beings.

Your eyes flick to Tim's finally, and the look on his face is enough to edge you closer to that orgasm.

Because for Tim to see you and Lucy like that? To watch as two of the women he holds the closest to his heart have a moment as affectionate as that in front of him? God, it's done numbers to him.

His jaw is clenched, sweat dripping from his temple with arms braced and muscles flexing in his biceps as he fucks into you with sharp, desperate thrusts. And despite the intimidation you feel to steer away from him as he stares at you, there's a selfish part of you that can't- you need to soak him all in, you need it.

"Look at you, baby," He coaxes through his breaths, eyes darting between your blissed-out face and down to where your pussy engulfs his cock so easily, so...perfectly, "Takin' me so well- fuck, 'm close."

"Me too," You whisper with a crack to your hoarse voice, and you shiver when Lucy's fingers begin to run through your hair again and her kisses find their way along your collarbone. One hand parrots Lucy's actions as you hold some of her strands in between your knuckles, while the other reaches out to grasp on Tim's bicep as he begins to lean closer to you, diving even more into your pussy with this angle, "mmh! 's so good, don't stop- please."

Tim could never. Not in a million years, not in a billion- not even against the odds of infinity. Not when your pussy feels this wet and warm around his aching cock, not when he's shivering and trembling like this, not when all he wants to do is bury himself inside you.

"Cum, sweet girl, been so good for us," He replies with a rasp.

And oh, you do.

Your body arches and you cry out as your orgasm crashes into you. Your grips tighten on Tim's arm and Lucy's hair like it's the only thing grounding you.

It is the only things grounding you, really.

Your vision becomes near blinding and there's a flush of heat that rips through your body as go through what can only be the best fucking orgasm of your life.

"Fuck- fuck, baby, yes," Tim pants, followed by a moan before he's spilling inside you. With every pulse his cock gives deep into your pussy, white ropes chase after.

You both give out, and Tim can't control his body before he collapses on top of you once he finishes- enough that you can feel his stubble on your chest with his cock still buried inside you, but not enough that he crushes you.

His head lays just beside where Lucy's lips once were on your collarbone- her mouth now hovering as she allows space for Tim to hold you. Her arm outreaches so she can trace not just your hair but Tim's back too, her palm delicately circling his lower back.

It's quiet for some time, save for the odd seconds where one of you inhales while the other exhales- all three of you taking a moment to steady your breaths and hearts into a stable rhythm.

And it's in this silence, in the soft heaviness of shared warmth and oxygen and sweat that you feel that underlying sense tightening in your chest.

Comfort, safety...love.

Like the first beam of a sunrise, or a smile received from a stranger, a compliment, a familiar hug- it all settles into you.

You can't imagine ever taking this for granted. Not when you have the two people you need holding you. Not when they help clean you up, take you to your bed, and tuck you in between them. Not when their bare skin is pressed against yours, legs tangled beneath thin sheets and shared heat.

It's a blissful night in yours and Lucy's apartment when you all go to sleep. The air is warm, the room is quiet, and the sheets are soft.

Though Lucy and Tim's bodies are softer- softer than anything you've ever known.

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, they 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.” 

But he is. Gosh damn, he is. The moment you started dating Mike, after 8 months, he took your virginity and you couldn't walk for a week because of him. He is rough, yes, you read it. Rough.

The moment you gave yourself to him, he took over. He's bigger than you thought, his cock bulged inside your stomach and can be seen outside. His hips slammed against you like there's no tomorrow and his slender fingers wrapped around your neck like he's intentionally cutting your air pocket.

His curls draped over his forehead, sweating like an animal as he kept bruising your arms, chest and neck. He doesn't call it being rough, he calls it love.

Whenever you moan loudly as he slammed so deep, your mouth would open and there he caught the opportunity to put his slender thumb between your lips.

Your boobs are unfortunate. He's claiming them, his thumb and index would pinch your nipples until they are red and suck them until your chest hurts. You didn't expect your first sex would be like this.

The way he slams his hips against yours was giving off pleasure and pain. You scream every time, your eyes soaked with tears. He pulls out slowly, his cock strains with blood then slams again. Your hips buckled and tried to push him away but he held your arms to keep you from moving.

After abusing your chest and clit. He goes off with his tongue. He devours you, sucked you, like he's a hungry madman. He grips your thighs, refraining you from moving. You came multiple times, cried and moaned but nothing stopped him.

Your hips would buckle against his lips trying to push him away but he followed you.

His slender fingers would curl inside you, so long and skinny, you can't help but cum over and over.

He whispers sweet words as if he's not trying to destroy you. He praises you.

"Mmh, stop moving or do i have to tie you?" He slightly lifted his lips from your cunt. His mouth wet all over.

After sex, he would keep his cock inside you claiming he wanted to rest there but he just came 2 times in you while sleeping. Every time he would move, your legs would tremble.