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Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: smut!!!! 🥵🥵🔥🔥

Your voice trembled slightly as you revealed your deepest desires to him. The aftershocks of your orgasm still lingered in your limbs, yet the look in his blue eyes - clouded with raw desire - gave you the courage to speak the words that set your soul and body ablaze:

"I want you to take me. Deep and hard. I want to finally feel you inside me. And I want you to lick me first."

Gibbs paused for a moment. A guttural sound escaped him - something between a growl and a sigh. A dark, incredibly hot smile played on his lips as he fixed his gaze on you with an intensity that stole your breath away.

"Hmmmm... you're naughty..."

he whispered in a voice so deep and rough it seemed to vibrate right through your skin. Gently but firmly, he pressed you back with his muscular body until you were lying flat on the large bed - ready to surrender yourself completely to him.

His eyes roamed over your body. He practically devoured you with his intense stare. He seemed to be visually drinking in every curve, every inch of your naked, heated skin. "You're beautiful," he murmured as his large hands moved upward again. Your breasts fit perfectly in his palms; he squeezed them gently and traced his thumbs over your already rock-hard, sensitive nipples until another moan escaped your lips.

But he gave you no respite. Before you knew it, he slid down your body - and the sensation of his tongue against your skin instantly robbed you of the last shred of your sanity. He moved downward, leaving a trail of fire across your body with his lips. Every kiss on your stomach, every hot breath against your hip, made your skin shiver. He gently but firmly pressed your thighs further apart until you lay completely exposed and defenseless before him. The scent of your own arousal rose into the air, mingling with Gibbs’s musky, masculine aroma.

When his hot tongue met your dripping womanhood, you gasped and threw your head back against the pillow. His tongue played with your clitoris while his fingers worked wonders inside your pussy - and in that moment, you knew you would never be able to look at him again without thinking of this very moment. It was sensory overload. The rough, wet texture of his tongue circled your pearl relentlessly, sucking gently and driving you out of your mind, while he simultaneously thrust two fingers deep into your burning core.

“Please… yesss… so good… oooohh…”

He moved his hand inside you with a captivating rhythm, finding exactly the right spots and curling his fingers in a way that made you cry out in ecstasy. The sudden, targeted internal pressure, combined with the suction of his mouth on your clitoris, was almost too much to bear. No man had ever aroused or pleasured you quite like this.

“JETHROOO!!!!!"

You dug your fingers into the bedsheets, your hips moving instinctively against his face as you sought more of that exquisite, agonizing release. And never before had a man driven you to the brink of losing your senses during an orgasm. As the next wave crashed over you, you cried his name out into the room; your whole body trembled, and your wet entrance clenched tightly around his fingers.

You were completely intoxicated, your senses clouded, yet the hunger deep inside you was far from sated. The void left by his fingers as he slowly moved up your body screamed for something bigger. Gibbs was now kneeling over you - heavy, muscular, and stark naked. Your gaze involuntarily dropped downward.

You caressed his large, impressive member... would that even fit inside you? It looked massive, pulsing with life and mapped with thick veins. As your soft fingers wrapped around the hard shaft, a loud, unbridled groan escaped Gibbs. He pressed his forehead against yours while you began to stroke him. Your hand slid slowly up and down, and as you tenderly cupped the head, you could feel his sticky pre-cum coating it.

"You're driving me crazy," he growled, his hips nudging gently against your palm.

"I can't wait any longer."

You were desperate to feel him, and you made no secret of it. Abandoning all restraint, you arched toward him, hoping he would finally grant your plea and fill the unbearable emptiness of your pussy with his large cock. On the verge of desperation, you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him down to you without a word, your eyes burning with desire.

And finally, Gibbs positioned the burning tip at your entrance, which was more than wet and ready thanks to his foreplay. He looked deep into your eyes, searching for traces of doubt, but found only the same consuming fire that raged within him.

“Deep and hard… just the way you wanted it,” he murmured before driving his full length into you in a single, fluid, powerful motion.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your mouth opened in a silent cry as he filled you completely, stretching you and claiming your innermost walls. It was a feeling of absolute perfection. Every slide of his massive cock - in and out - created friction that made you tremble.

“GIVE IT TO ME… oh God, yesss!” you cried out ecstatically.

He finally lost all restraint. His thrusts grew faster and harder, just as you had demanded. The slapping sound of his hips striking yours only spurred him on further. You were his, and he was yours - lost in a frenzy of pure, unfiltered passion.

(To be continued in Chapter 4.)

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Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

View: Gibbs's POV

Warnings: none

We spent the rest of the drive in silence. Each of us was lost in our own thoughts - thoughts that were remarkably similar. Yet neither of us dared to utter a single word.

The following Tuesday afternoon was stormy, and another case had pushed our nerves to the absolute limit. We had just finished a heated argument in the conference room. You had described my theory regarding the suspect’s escape route as being "presented with the subtlety of a sledgehammer," and I had reminded you that my sledgehammers usually got the job done.

When we stepped into the elevator together afterward, the atmosphere was still charged. And as the doors slid shut, they trapped the tension between us inside with us. Out of habit, I reached for the emergency stop switch and flipped it. The car lurched and came to a halt between floors.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at me mockingly. "Ah, the famous Gibbs safety measure. Are you going to fire me for insubordination now, or just threaten me?"

"I don't make threats," I said, taking a step toward you. The confined space of the elevator amplified your presence immensely. "I’m just figuring out how to get you to listen to me for once in your life."

"Good luck with that. Smarter men than you have tried," you retorted, though your voice lost its steadiness as I closed the distance between us in two long strides, leaving you pressed against the elevator wall.

"There are no smarter men," I replied dryly.

I saw the pulse fluttering in your throat. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. The denial we’d maintained for weeks was crumbling fast inside that tiny metal cage. My hand moved to your neck as if of its own accord, and my fingers buried themselves in the hair at the nape of your neck.

You sharply drew in your breath. "Gibbs, we said that was a—"

I didn't let you finish the sentence. I leaned down and kissed you again. Once more, the kiss caught you off guard, right in the middle of your sarcastic defensive mode. And once more, it was filled with a tenderness that stood in stark contrast to our usual back-and-forth banter.

I pressed my lips gently against yours, moving them in a swaying, almost pleading rhythm. A deep, warm sense of longing spread through my chest - an emotion I had suppressed for so long that it nearly overwhelmed me.

You gave in immediately. Your arms wrapped around my neck, and you pulled me closer, as if you wanted to merge with me. It was a tender, intense exchange that left us breathless. Every touch of your lips felt like a promise we weren't allowed to make.

When I pulled away, we were both gasping for air. My thumbs brushed over your damp lips.

"Still a biological short circuit?" I asked with a low, rough laugh.

You looked at me with an expression that made my heart skip a beat. Then you squared your shoulders. "Absolutely. The elevator probably has electromagnetic interference. We should call maintenance."

I smiled, flipped the switch back, and the elevator started moving. "Yeah. Maintenance."

For the next few hours, we tried our best to ignore what had happened, but it became increasingly difficult.

It was late in the evening. We had spent the entire day poring over the files of a corrupt Navy lieutenant. McGee was down in the lab with Abby, analyzing some wiped hard drives, and you had placed a file folder on my desk just moments before - right after our little "incident" in the elevator.

When McGee came back upstairs with the results, he was holding the folder you’d given me. He looked incredibly nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and constantly glancing at Tony as if seeking moral support.

"Um, Boss?" McGee stammered. "I’ve got the analysis from Abby’s cloning software here. But... I also found this file - the one you had on your desk earlier."

"And?" I grunted, without looking up from my monitor.

"Well... on the back of the file... there’s a mark." McGee swallowed hard. "A lipstick mark. Salmon-colored. The exact shade that... well, that *she’s* wearing today." He gestured vaguely in your direction. "And right next to it is a thumbprint - unmistakably yours, Boss. We analyzed it. It looks like someone was holding the file while... while..."

Tony practically shot out of his chair. "While what, Probie? Spit it out! Details, McGee - we need details!"

You interrupted the spectacle with a loud, annoyed sigh and tossed your pen onto the desk. "McGee, your imagination is more productive than your investigative work. I sneezed in the elevator this morning and banged my lips against the edge. Then I dropped the file. Gibbs was kind enough to pick it up. Hence the marks. Would you like to call my dentist to verify that, too?”

Tony looked at you in disappointment. “A sneeze? That’s your explanation? That is the most unromantic excuse I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s the truth, DiNozzo,” I interjected in my most thunderous voice. “Now get moving. If I don’t have results on my desk by tomorrow morning, you can spend the weekend in the archives.”

The team immediately ducked away, but the suppressed whispering between Tony and McGee told me that our excuses were wearing thinner by the day. The air was electric, and we both knew we couldn’t keep this game up much longer.

(To be continued in Chapter 5.)

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