#dwayne pride x reader

The sex it was ruinous before you were married, now…

Well he simply doesn’t have the words for it.

You huff a laugh into the curve of his throat, your lips brushing over his pulse point as your body drapes across his like the sweetest blanket. His palm comes to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking over the scar etched into the flesh.

“I thought it was supposed to slow down once you put a ring on my finger.” You tease, your fingertips tracing along the length of his cock, he’s still coated in you, still impossibly hard. “Oh you’re insatiable for me aren’t you?”

His head tips back into the pillow, a low moan escaping his lips as your hand wraps around him, gliding up and down his dick.

“You can go again for me, can’t you Dwayne?” You whisper into his ear, his breath hitching. “You can show your wife how much you love her?”

“Yes.” He murmurs as you shift position, straddling his hips. “God yes.”

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jethro doesn’t interfere, though. not unless he feels like he has to - until then, gibbs will likely just sulk in the corner until you were free. but you can really start to feel his jealousy once you’re at his side again and he’s barely saying two words to you and still glaring at the annoying bastard. if you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll say it’s nothing. and later, when you both are alone, that’s when he reflects and feels like a stupid ass for acting the way he did.

dwayne pride: honestly, he gets a Kicked Puppy Vibe whenever he’s feeling jealousy. dwayne is a very sensitive person and he feels the loss of your presence like the sunshine hiding behind a cloud. he’ll try to ignore that twisted up feeling in his stomach and go on to enjoy the night, but dwayne always finds you in the crowd. always huffs a little when he sees you with someone else. always reins himself in from stealing your attention away.

later on, his affection is amped up to the max. dwayne will absolutely shine under your attention, and he’ll honestly get a bit clingy for the rest of the night. of course, he knows himself well enough to know what he’s doing. he feels a little embarrassed by it. so maybe some of the kisses he gives you is his secret way of apologizing.

tony dinozzo: he doesn’t get jealous. not at all. why should tony care if this loser keeps making you laugh so fucking hard at jokes that aren’t even funny? he only steps in because this other guy is so wildly unfunny that tony is afraid you might just die of boredom, and as you know so well, tony is a pretty heroic guy. it’s his job to take you far, far away from the asshole who was starting to stand just a little too close.

tony couldn’t hide his jealousy to save his own life. he likes to believe he’s suave and cunning and doesn’t let things get to him. and maybe that’s true for most things. but just as soon as he gets you alone, tony has this primal need to pull you in close and remind you what’s what. he doesn’t like to think of it as proving himself, but the marks on your neck prove differently…

chris lasalle: very little truly gets under christopher’s skin, and jealousy isn’t one of them. sure, he likes your attention, but chris is also very secure in the relationship. it’s kinda hard to feel threatened when he’s the one who lead you into the party, arm over your shoulders, showing you off and giving lots of kisses and doesn’t really give a fuck who sees. he might even revel in the fact that onlookers start to feel a little jealous of him.

if there’s any jealousy to be had, it’s toward your glass because your hands and mouth are all over it, instead of him. it’s toward the music itself for making you move so fluidly and sexy. it’s toward the liquor for putting that big grin on your face when chris should be doing that himself. he does later, rest assured. makes dumb jokes when his hands are all over your body, and he has nothing left to be jealous over.

tim mcgee: if jealousy could be adorable, it would be on tim. he’s prone to self-consciousness and self-doubt, and that would all come out whenever his position with you feels threatened. he loves and trusts you explicitly - it’s just his own dumb head making up crazy thoughts that you’ll find somebody better than him and tim works himself into a frenzy and he ends up embarrassing himself in front of you in some way or another.

at home, tim just apologizes. stutters his excuses with pink cheeks and shaky fingers. it won’t be until a while into the relationship when he’s more confident and self-assured. but until then, sometimes you just gotta wrap your arms around him and hold him tight and let him figure out for himself that you really do love him - even when you can hear abby reassuring him from across the room.

tammy gregorio: when she’s feeling jealous, it’s going to be loud and it’s going to be obvious. tammy will deny it, of course. insist she isn’t the jealous type and that she’s got more self-respect than that. but she’s not the only eagle-eyed person on the team - you can always see her watching you from across the room if somebody’s getting a little too friendly. she’ll tell you over and over she doesn’t feel threatened, but it’s always proven wrong when tammy always subtly puts herself between you and some slimy asshole.

even if you call her out on it later, she wouldn’t really care. in fact, tammy will probably turn it around on you, somehow - ask why you were paying so much attention to how she reacted. did you want her to get jealous? do you think it’s hot when tammy intervenes and puts on her Scary Agent Face? you’ll say no, of course. but she’s a profiler.

nick torres: this man is an opportunist. that’s how he lived as an undercover agent, and that bleeds into his normal life. nick will take the hot, twisted jealousy he’s feeling and turn it into something he can really enjoy. this means coming up to you, grinning at the guy who’s been chatting you up, and really laying it on thick. kissing you, touching you, making sly little comments. nick is also really good at insulting people without actually saying anything rude (which he does.)

nick will act all innocent at home when you confront him. he’ll tell you that he just likes showing his girl off because you’re too fucking cute. but that act doesn’t hold up for very long, and nick just kinda ends up insulting the guy some more by saying he was an idiot and didn’t deserve you and he kinda smelled anyway so why would you ever give him the time of day?

sebastian lund: a man who’s in touch with his feelings knows when he’s feeling jealous, and it just makes sebastian feel guilty. he trusts you more than he trusts anybody else, and he knows you wouldn’t do anything - still, sebastian just gets this unfamiliar tightness in this stomach when he hears you laugh across the room and it wasn’t him you were laughing at. he’ll push it down and try to act nonchalant and like he doesn’t notice you. it doesn’t work. everybody on the team picks up on it and they just look sympathetic.

“He is the owner, he’s watching the place,” you brushed off, handing a beer to a customer.

In truth, you knew why he was staring.

You had been working at the Tru Tone for a few months now. Bartending was a lucrative job in the French Quarter, but you also enjoyed it. The energy of New Orleans was addicting and you couldn’t imagine yourself anywhere else. Not to mention the Tru Tone was an amazing place to work. Great music, wonderful patrons, and of course the best coworkers. And boss. Jimmy was pretty much in charge of the bar, but Dwayne… He was the heart and soul of the place.

And handsome to boot. It didn’t take long for you to develop a crush on the older man. He was so damn charming, it felt inevitable. And for a moment, you thought maybe he felt the same way. The two of you were closing down the bar, which was rare for Dwayne since he had his job as an NCIS agent. It had been a busy night, but by 3 am, the bar was quiet and you began cleaning the bar. The tension had been building for a while between the two of you. All it took was one accidental brush of skin and Dwayne had you on top of the bar. You remembered the feel of his rough fingers as they skated across your shoulder. The pressure of his lips against yours. And then he pushed away. Said things like “I shouldn’t have done that,” and “It would be better if we didn’t go further.” That’s how things were left. He still talked to you of course, but it was all business.

And here you were now, tending bar for a man you wanted but couldn’t have. He didn’t want you. You hoped you could get past this awkward mess.

“Jimmy, mind if I take ten? Need a breather,” you asked.

“Yeah, I can grab Pride and we can cover for you.”

“Thanks, I’ll be back in ten.”

“Take twenty and the bottle of water. And actually sit,” Jimmy ordered in a faux stern tone. You nodded and saluted him flippantly.

“Right away boss,” you said, dodging the towel he snapped at you.

You exited from behind the bar and made your way through the crowd. The horde of patrons felt suffocating once you left the safety of the bar, but you were able to slip through. You cheered when you realized your normal break spot was open, a single-seat table next to the open window. You snagged the table and plopped into the chair . The water Jimmy gave you was appreciated as you took deep swallows.

You bobbed your head to the music and you pulled out your phone to check your messages and emails. Nothing terribly important, but there were a few funny memes from Sebastian that made you snort.

“Beautiful smile,” a voice cut into your bubble, causing you to lookup. A man about your age hovered over your table.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked. “It’s a bit crowded here.” You went to stand to give the patron your seat, but he held up his hands for you to stop.

“No, I meant can I join you.”

You paused in your movements.

“Well there is only one chair,” you pointed out.

“Maybe you can sit in my lap,” he said, sitting on the table, caging yo in by putting his arm on the back of your chair. You groaned. You got hit on a lot at work, but at least this guy was upfront with his red flags.

You slid out from under his arm, putting some distance between the two of you.

“Yeah, no thanks. I’m due back behind the bar.”

“Aw come on sweetheart. I’m sure your boss won’t mind if you spent a little time with me. Customer service and all that.”

You raised a brow. Did he really think his lines worked?

“Not gonna happen,” you said, moving back towards the bar when he grabbed your wrist. It was a tight grip, verging on painful.

“Come on darlin’, don’t be like that.”

When he called you darling, a wave of revulsion washed over you. You wanted only one man to call you that, and he wasn’t him. You tried to yank your wrist away but his grip tightened, causing you to wince at the pressure. You turned to see if anyone was watching when a familiar presence was at your back. It was at that moment you realized the music had stopped and the crowd was watching the scene.

“I believe the young lady asked ya to leave her alone,” Dwayne said, catching the other man’s attention. He was standing tall, not aggressive in his stance, but there was a definite aura around him. This wasn’t Tru Tone Dwayne or even NCIS agent Dwayne. His face was tight, and his hands flexed as if he wanted to wring the man’s neck.

When Dwayne spoke, the grip on your wrist lessened, allowing you to pull your hand away with effort. You cradled your wrist and Dwayne pushed you back with his hip, standing in front of you. While you could take care of yourself and preferred not to have Dwayne or Jimmy step in, you were glad. Knowing that Dwayne had your back still, even after that night.

“And who are you, her dad?” he scoffed, taking note of Dwayne's silver hair and dismissing his authority.

“I’m the owner of this bar, and I’ll hafta ask ya to leave. I’d hate for this to get ugly.”

Maybe the man was drunk or maybe he was a fool. Probably both, especially when he reared back to hit Dwayne. Your boss dodged the swing and caught the man’s arm easily. He brought his arm up behind him, making him yelp at the pressure. The determination on Dwayne’s face made your knees buckle a bit. Like a knight defending a maiden. It was almost too much.

“Now see, this is ugly. Why don’t ya just go on and get out of here? Before you get arrested for assaulting a federal officer.” He shoved the man who stumbled toward the door. He recovered his footing, red in the face, and stood menacingly.

Dwayne flipped open his wallet flashing his credentials. The man faltered at the sight and stopped his movement. He spat at the ground and pushed through the crowd toward the exit.

You breathed a sigh of relief. You knew Dwayne could handle himself, but you couldn’t help but worry. Drunk men were unpredictable.

“Alright folks, let’s get the music started again,” he called out, and a cheer rang out in the crowd. Once the focus was off the two of you, Dwayne took your uninjured hand and led you towards the stairs.

“Dwayne, I gotta get back to work,” you said.

“Jimmy can handle it,” he said, nodding towards his brother. Jimmy nodded back, waving the two off. “I wanna take a look at your wrist.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” you said, waving off his concern. You stopped at the base of the stairs when Dwayne leveled his gaze on you. This was not an argument you were going to win.

“Just let me take a look darlin’,” he said with finality. You nodded and allowed him to lead you up the stairs. He kept a hand on your back as you took each step. You relished it, even if it was just Dwayne’s overprotectiveness.

Once upstairs, he herded you into a chair and knelt before you. With gentle hands, he manipulated your wrist. He turned it all ways, rolling it with practiced care. You hissed when he touched a particular sore spot. He turned his gaze to you, worry in his eyes.

“Does it hurt?”

“It's not so bad. I’ll be okay,” you brushed off his concern. He cradled your hand in his, his thumb gently rubbing at your wrist.

The two of you sat in silence as Dwayne stared at your wrist. With each pass of his thumb, your skin tingled, causing the hairs on your arm to stand.

“I didn’t like him touching you,” he finally said.

“Dwayne it’s not your fault-”

He stood abruptly, taking a few steps away from where you were sitting. His back was facing you, and you could see the tension in his shoulders in the way he stood.

“I didn’t like him touching you. Talking to you. Smiling at you,” Dwayne bit out. He turned to face you, his hands clenched into fists. His normally carefree expression was stony, his eyes seemingly darker. You stood up and took a few steps toward your boss. You tentatively reached out and took his hand in yours, thumbing over his knuckles.

“I was wrong that night. Kissing you wasn’t a mistake. Pushing you away, that was a mistake,” he confessed. He brought his other hand up to the crook of your neck. While his long fingers brushed the hair at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushed over your fluttering pulse point.

“Seeing that man flirt with you, as unwanted as it was… made me angry. Jealous. I wanted to hit him for touching you. For hurting you.”

Dwayne was grappling with what he was saying. He had never felt the flame of jealousy as hot as he did that night. It wasn’t him. He had been helping Jimmy behind the bar when he saw the man approach you. He was instantly on alert when he saw him drape his arm over the back of your chair. Your expression when you were clearly uninterested. As soon as he grabbed your wrist, he was out from behind the bar and pushing through the crowd to you.

He felt guilty for not getting to you before your wrist was grabbed. The redness around your wrist was like a brand, shouting at him that he had failed you. He didn’t protect you in time. Dwayne clenched his jaw thinking about it. Your hand, soft and cool, brushed against his temple. You continued your ministrations until the furrow in his brow lessened. His head drooped, his forehead touching yours.

“Dwayne, I don’t want anyone but you,” you breathed. “That hasn’t changed.”

With your confession, his resolve broke, and he tilted your head up, capturing your lips with his. You surged against him, mindful of your wrist as you pulled him closer. Dwayne backed you up until your back was against the wall.

You gasped at the contact and Dwayne used that to his advantage to delve deeper into your mouth. One hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping the swell of your hip. Your mind fogged as he kissed you like a man starved and only your lips would satiate his hunger.

You responded in kind, clinging to his neck, pressing your body flush against him. He grunted when your hips met his and he pulled back with a groan.

“As much as I’d like to stay here, Jimmy is gonna be wondering where we are,” he said, catching his breath against your neck. You hmmed against his hair, trying to regain control of your mental faculties.

“To be continued later?” you offered.