#severide

“I didn’t say that” he grunted with gritted teeth, sitting on the edge of the bed as he removed his shoes. “Is it become I’m a woman, Kel? Hm?” you asked, slightly taunting him with your hands crossed over your chest. You walked right up to him, attempting to tower over him but failing given he was bigger than you even when he was sitting down.

“Is it because I might land myself in a situation you don’t think I have the ability or strength to get out of? Do you not trust me?” You stared at him with a questioning look, waiting for his rebuttal. Severide had a tendency to go for naturally submissive women - not that there was anything wrong with that - but you personally think this is why he lucked out with you; someone has to give him the same energy back, at least outside of the bedroom.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You being a woman has NOTHING to do with this.” He stood up to steal the height advantage, and he peered down to look into your eyes, wondering to himself what he was gonna do with you. You, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch by his sudden movement.

“Then what does it have to do with, Kelly? Because I know damn well if you had had the opportunity to go back into that house, you would’ve. So cut the bullshit” you retorted, sick of having to defend yourself to someone a thousand times more reckless than you’ll ever be.

“Maybe I would’ve gone back in, you’re right, but I have the experience that you clearly lack since you think running into a flashover will get you a valor medal rather than a cemetery plot!” He scoffed out. He didn’t understand how you couldn’t see how dangerous your actions were, how you didn’t seem to have an ounce of regret for risking your life.

“Well you’re my lieutenant, aren’t you? I was simply modelling what I’ve observed from your leadership” You said, landing your index finger right into his muscular sternum, but he didn’t move a muscle.

When you said ‘lieutenant’, you attempted to say it without faltering, a hint of seduction evident. What better way to relieve the work day’s stress - and the tension from fighting - than with even more exertion?

“You said it yourself. I’m your lieutenant. I ordered you not to go back in, and you disobeyed me!” He shouted back, flailing his arms out to the side for emphasis and dramatic effect. He clearly was NOT picking up on the hint that you were done with this conversation, ready to move onto less verbal activities.

“How about I make it up to you? Show you that I can listen to your orders…” You looked up at him with those irresistible doe eyes of yours, simultaneously twirling of strand of hair between your fingers. If the sexual tension from the arguing wasn’t solidified before, it sure as hell was now.

“C’mon, don’t wiggle your way out of this by pulling that shit. I won’t hesitate to take you off duty for a mandatory psych eval since clearly you have a death wish.” Sputtering his threat with sarcasm, he rolled his eyes, fighting the urge deep within him to pick you up and toss you onto the bed like a rag doll.

Putting one of your hands on his chest, you brainstormed a way to escalate this into your desired outcome. “Can my punishment be anything but a visit to the shrink’s office? I promise I’ll be good for you.” You tilted to your head to the side, anticipating his response. “Hm, sir?”

You KNOW he can’t resist when you stroke his ego by reminding him who’s in charge, even considering your disobeying of orders earlier that day. What better way to evoke the dominant side of him that you loved so much?

You knew you were putting him - and his dick - through the five stages of grief, because you saw a sudden change in his eyes and before you knew it, he was smashing his lips onto yours.

The force with which he grabbed your face startled you, but you quickly adjusted, kissing back with excitement that your master plan - which you thought about and subsequently executed 3 minutes ago - was being initiated.

You urged him to sit back down on the bed by pushing your body up against him and climbing on top of him as soon as you had the chance- your lips not once removing from his. You rubbed up on him like an unaltered cat in heat as if it would take off the layers that separated you from his already hard cock.

Your lips were devouring each other’s, the sense of urgency and desperation evident. He sucked in your bottom lips with his teeth, and then spit into your mouth as he let go of his sharp pull.

Pulling your face away from his with urgency, he gazed at you intently. It was as if you could see the metaphorical gears in his head grinding as he thought of a way to assert his dominance over you.

“On your knees” he uttered as he removed both of his hands from your face. You were taken aback. After all, you were the one hinting at your desire to get down and dirty, and you just weren’t expecting Kelly to give up on his lecturing so quickly.  But this was your plan all along- get him distracted enough that he would forget about the stunt you pulled on shift (or, at the very least, postpone the reprimanding to a later date).

“I’m not going to ask you again” he spat out, angry that you weren’t immediately obeying. You looked down at him, noticing his pupils had swallowed his iris’ whole; his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. Removing your legs from around his waist, you lowered yourself down until your kneecaps were on the rug, your body in between his legs, and your face perfectly centred with his bulge.

He motioned towards his belt buckle with his head, a hint of annoyance that you didn’t automatically begin releasing him. You reached up, pulling the length of his belt from under the clasp and removing it from the notch. Sliding it out from under his belt loops, you were about to toss it next to you when Kelly motioned for you to give it to him.

You could already feel the moisture between your legs, and being face to face with Kelly’s manhood only increased your libido. You unbuttoned his work pants, dragged the zipper down, and reached within his underwear.

His cock was NOT hard to find by any means- you took it out and observed it with admiration, the pre-cum very pronounced on his red, bulbous tip.

Kelly had a very nice penis, and I think half of the women in Chicago could vouch for him. Not only did he have a cock with the perfect ratio of girth to length, but he sure as fuck knew how to use it.

Taking the tip of your tongue, you ran it along his head, collecting the white, slippery substance already beginning to ooze out. Goosebumps spread along every inch of his body; he was the one in control, but you always knew how to make him shiver.

Starting at the very base of his shaft and licking all the way up, you didn’t hesitate to take your time with him, the pure enjoyment of providing him with pleasure the motivation behind your performance. Once you made it to the top, you encircled his head with your tongue over and over, making him fling his head back.

After he recovered from your teasing, he decided to take matters into his own hands by grabbing the base of your scalp, urging your throat to engulf his entire length. “Take me like the little slut you are” he whispered dominantly, the hand on the back of your head guiding you up and down periodically, the other placed behind him for support.

When you had reached the very bottom of his shaft, the tip of his dick most definitely touching your tonsils, he pushed you down even further, urging you to choke on him. “Look at me. I want to see how beautiful you look taking all of me in your mouth” he commanded. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, and he couldn’t help but smirk, a smile fighting through the corners of his lips begging to be unleashed.

He looooved to see you take him, and once you had made eye contact as you were told, he was practically using every fibre of his being to prevent himself from sending his load down your throat. The heavenly combination of your gurgling noises as you choked on him with teary eyes caused him to release his hand from your head.

You suctioned his dick as you sucked up his shaft, letting go of him with a pop. A string of saliva connected your lips to his length, and he wanted to capture this moment for the rest of eternity.

You giggled as you observed the look on his face, and it only encouraged you to continue. However, as you were about to get back to pleasuring him, he stopped you by grabbing his dick before you could.

“Nuh-uh. Strip.” He ordered.

This time, you didn’t hesitate to obey his command, your clothes making you feel trapped. You always felt completely comfortable with and around Kelly, and it translated to the bedroom when you were in a naked, vulnerable state.

Grateful that you had showered at the end of shift, you started with your grey squad 3 t-shirt, crossing your arms to grab the bottom of either side of it. Peeling it over your head, you tossed it aside, revealing the grey Calvin Klein sports bra confining your chest.

You removed your leggings, and noticed that you happened to be wearing the matching underwear of the set.

Kelly didn’t take his eyes off of you as you undressed below him, and knowing he was watching your every move as you exposed more and more of yourself made your cheeks turn a crimson red.

You stopped when you were in solely your bra and underwear, expecting him to give you your next command, but he seemed annoyed rather than satisfied.

“I said strip, didn’t I?” he spat through gritted teeth, expecting you to be fully naked for him and wondering how you didn’t catch that the first time he asked you.

You were starting to get into your head, feeling vulnerable about the thought of being completely naked in front of him while he was fully clothed. However, you knew what you had suggested to him in exchange for his scolding to come to an end, and you wanted to follow through.

Turning your mind off, you immediately began removing your undergarments, your horniness beginning to overpower any insecurities you could’ve had about being bare.

As soon as you were fully exposed, you looked up at Kelly as if to tell him you were ready for what was next. His cock jolted, hardening as he looked you up and down, running his tongue along his lips without even realizing.

“C’mere” he muttered, patting the spot next to him. You stood up and you could just feel the wetness between your legs, knowing your slick was about to start dripping down.

Being at times uncomfortable with the amount of lubrication your vagina produced, Kelly always assured you that seeing you so wet filled him with the biggest sense of pride. Knowing he could physiologically alter the state of your body in a way that essentially prepared you to take him made him lose it.

You sat next to him and he once again grabbed your face, kissing you with such passion and force that he was smushing your cheeks together. You kissed him back with the same energy he was giving you; it was as if the rougher you moved your lips against one another, the more pent up sexual energy would be released.

One of his rough, calloused hands reached up to fondle one of your nipples. He rubbed the sensitive and aching bud between the pads of his index finger and thumb, knowing it would turn you on even more than you thought possible.

“Kel… fuck!” You threw your hand back as he began to leave sloppy, wet kisses down the side of your neck, and eventually on the base of your throat. Once his lips reached your collarbone, he found a spot to mark as his and began sucking on the thin skin.

At this point, both of his hands were fondling your breasts, kneading and rubbing them as if he had never touched boobs in his life.

He abruptly stopped sucking - a hickey in it’s very early stages appearing where his lips had been - and stood up.

You looked at him with confusion, a faint red ring starting to form around your lips from his beard brushing against your skin.

Standing at the side of the bed, approximately where you had been a couple minutes prior sucking him off, he ordered you to hang your head off of the bed, and you knew what was coming.

Kelly knew that this was one of your favourite ways to give head; the way it was easier to take him down your throat, the way you - or Kelly - could easily reach between your legs, the way the blood rushed to the top of your head; it was vulnerable, hot, and a perfect way to submit to him.

You spun around quickly and lowered your back onto the bed, shimmying until your shoulders were at the end of the mattress, and you slowly lowered your head back.

Your head was upside down, face to face with Kelly’s cock, and you couldn’t be more excited. He grabbed himself in his hand, and tapped his dick against your lips.

“Open.” And that you did. Your mouth opened to take him, and he slowly entered into you, allowing you to adjust. He didn’t go completely in, but he thrusted at a slow pace into your mouth.

Sure, he was in heaven; there was no doubt about that. But you, on the other hand, were in complete submission and sheer bliss as you engulfed his length. You knew that at this point, there would be a complete puddle beneath your heat by the time you were done, the oral you were giving him in this particular position turning you on indefinitely.

He began to pick up the pace, and you knew he was going to throat-fuck you soon, but he suddenly stopped, half of his dick still in your mouth.

“Spread those legs for me. I want you to touch yourself while I throat-fuck you.” It was as if he would never ask. You widened your hips, spreading your legs with your knees pointed up.

Reaching down you began to play with your pulsating clit, the excessive slick of your heat aiding in your masturbation, and Kelly continued sliding in and out of your mouth.

Finally being able to touch yourself practically had you on the verge of an orgasm, but you knew that when you were the submissive and Kelly was the dominant, he was the one who told you when to release.

He was moving in and out of your mouth much faster than before, and he decided that now was as good a time as any to grab both of your nipples with his fingers and pinch them. The combination of you playing with yourself, him entering your mouth at this angle, and him toying with your extremely sensitive nipples was a recipe for an orgasm, and he knew that.

So, he took himself out of your mouth quickly, a glob of spit connected his cock to your lips as he pulled out completely.

He walked away, spit trickling down the sides of your face. You knew you were most definitely sporting the raccoon look, remnants of your smeared mascara on your upper and lower lash line, but you also knew it was a sexy sight for Kelly to see. You looked ravaged, and knew that once he began to throat-fuck you, the mascara residue would be running down your face along with your tears of pleasure.

You knew better than to move from your fixed position without his permission, so you remained still, awaiting his return.

He came back, lowering himself into your mouth once again. When you heard a click and a buzz that followed, your eyes widened, and you withered beneath him.

It’s not that you didn’t want him to use the vibrator - you most definitely did. It was more the fact that you probably wouldn’t be able to last more than 30 seconds without violently cumming.

He touched the wand to your clit, and as he tapped your mouth with his cock again, you knew he was signalling for you to take him.

The vibrator hadn’t even been on you for 10 seconds and you were already squirming. “Colour?” He asked, removing the vibrator from between you and pulling out of your mouth at the same time. He always made sure to check on you as things began to intensify.

“Green” you breathed out eagerly, wanting him to continue what he was doing.

You used the basic traffic light system whenever you experimented in the bedroom, the both of you making consent the forefront of your sexual encounters. Green means you’re doing okay and are enjoying yourself, yellow means slow down or modify an action, and red was the danger zone, indicating a complete stop was needed.

“I’m going to throat fuck you now” he stated once he had received the all-clear from you.

Before he could even ask you to open for him, you were waiting with your mouth wide open, ready to take his length.

He put the vibrator back on your clit, and began fucking your mouth at a medium pace. The vibrator was operating at it’s lowest setting, but you were shaking like a leaf.

The tip of his dick was so far into your mouth, you wondered how he could go down any more. Once he did, you began to gag, producing an overload of saliva in the process; the sounds you were making music to his ears.  

“Fuckkkk” Kelly moaned out, seeing the - stubborn - woman he was in love with sprawled out, legs spread open and head tilted back, taking him like such a good girl.

Usually, he would shower you with praise when your sexual activities erred towards the rougher side, but with the sheer stress and terror you put him under earlier, he was merely focused on having his way with you.

Once your legs began to shake profusely, he knew you were close which triggered him to remove the toy. This earned a moan of frustration and desperation to escape your mouth; the pleasure you felt was overwhelming, and the edging made you want to combust.

Making you gag on his cock a couple more times, he knew that he also couldn’t postpone his orgasm any longer. He desperately wanted to be inside of you, assuming that by now you’d be gushing for him.

He exited you for the last time, but kept the vibrator on you, wanting to torture you just that bit more. You whined out in pleasure, gurgling in the process given the saliva was dripping out of your mouth.

Shutting the vibrator off, he placed it on your bedside table, unsure about whether or not he’d decide to use it again later. He helped you in sitting up by lifting your shoulders, and you automatically scooted to the top of the bed, centering yourself.

Before he made his way over to you, he reached behind him grabbing the back of his squad 3 t-shirt and lifting it over his head. He revealed his beautifully sculpted chest, a sight you never got tired of seeing.

Finally, he slid his pants off, followed by his tighty whities that made his ass look like a peach. Kneeling onto the bed, he began towards you, the anticipation of the fact that he was finally about to have his way with you nearly killing him.

“How bad do you want this cock inside of your pussy, hm?” Kelly asked, running his thumb through your folds, applying pressure to your clit once he reached the top.

“Very badly” you whined, unable to sit still. Your eyes kept shifting between his, and his cock. His shaft was glistening, and his tip was so profound it looked like he was going to burst any second.

“Very badly what? What do you know to call me?” He gave you a questioning look as he ran his dick across your folds.

“Very badly, daddy. I want your cock inside my pussy very badly” you said, once again in a whiny tone as you peered up at him with glossy eyes.

You don’t know what had gotten into you, why you had the desire for sex more strongly than a drunk frat boy. But what you did know was that if he wasn’t fucking you within the next minute, you would probably disintegrate.

“Spread those legs for me” he commanded, and you did as you were told. Both of you were completely revealed for the other, a level of intimacy achieved that you never thought possible.

Kelly tapped his heavy cock against your folds before gathering your wetness with his head. With one hand on the headboard for support, he used his other hand to guide himself into you.

The feeling of him slowly sinking into you - stretching you out in the process - was well worth the foreplay you had just done. It was as if the buildup made the moment your bodies connected that much more pleasure-filled.

Once he was completely submerged within you, he looked up at you for reassurance and you nodded your head extremely quickly. You usually needed some time to adjust to his size, but you were so ready for him both mentally and physically that you didn’t need the warm-up.

Both of his arms propped his body up, each one planted on either side of your head as he slowly thrust in and out of you. You spread your legs even further as you took him, reviling in the immense euphoria you felt from him fully filling you.

The speed at which he rocked into you quickly hastened as he saw how much enjoyment you were experiencing. Your head was bobbling around as your eyes rolled back in pleasure and multiple gasps escaped from between your lips.

He roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you. You hear me?” Without breaking his pace, he asked if you understood what he was asking of you, and you nodded hastily in agreement.

“Yes, yes” you gushed, doing everything in your power to once again prevent your orgasm from erupting early.

His hand quickly grasped the sides of your throat, the lack of oxygen causing a sudden dizzy feeling that sent you even further into sub-space.

“Yes, what?” As he asked you, he released the grip on the sides of your throat to readjust, and once again squeezed, practically urging you to answer him.

“Yes, lieutenant.” He nearly came immediately inside of you at the sound of you sultrily stating his rank. But he wanted you to come first, not because you deserved to on this particular day, but for something else he had planned.

He quickly slipped out of you, releasing the grip he had on your throat which caused you to look at him in confusion.

He grabbed one of the pillows on your bed and lifted your hips, sliding it beneath you to gain leverage. He then reached for the vibrator, your eyes widening as you watched his every move.

“What colour?” He asked the question as if he were asking you what you wanted for dinner; the ease of his tone made you want to giggle.

“Green” you responded, without even thinking about your answer; you were beyond ready.

As soon as he got the all clear, he sank right back into your warm, wet heat, slowly regaining the fast pace he was fucking you at before he last pulled out.

He clicked the wand on and lowered it onto your clit, the dual-pleasure you received as he crashed his cock repeatedly into your g-spot while vibing you to the high heavens caused you to yelp. You were practically smelling colours, your senses overloaded in the best way possible.

Nothing but pure frustration was fuelling Kelly as he drilled into you; he wanted to fuck the stubbornness right out of you for scaring him the way you did on shift, and your refusal to see that your actions were reckless heightened his anger even more.

“Fuck, fuck!!!” Your face scrunched together as you tried to fight off the early stages of your orgasm. Kelly could feel you pulsing around him, knowing you had to be close.

“I want to cum, daddy, please, can I come? Fuck!!!” Keeping still inside you, he took the wand off of your clit to turn up the level of vibration, and then returned it back on your swollen bulb.

Pummelling into you with strokes so deep he must’ve been scraping your cervix, he commanded “cum for me, slut.” As soon as the words escaped his mouth you completely unravelled, the orgasm you had put off for what felt like an eternity suffocated your entire body in pure bliss.

You were shocked he had let you come first… you thought this was supposed to be your punishment for disobeying his orders, and you didn’t think being the first one to orgasm was on his list of ways to teach you a lesson.

But you had no idea what Kelly had planned until he was flipping you over onto your hands and knees, only to immediately thrust right back into you.

Your entire body jolted as he did so, given you were still recovering from your orgasm; you were so extremely sensitive, goosebumps appearing on every inch of your skin.

“I’m going to make sure you never disobey my orders again” he stated matter o’factly, absolutely ravaging your pussy. Holding onto your hips for support, the pads of each one of his fingers dug so deeply into your skin you knew he was causing bruises to form.

“Fuckkkk” you let out, your voice faltering in the same fashion as his thrusts. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut and keep your head down, attempting to ride out the overstimulation as he pounded out his emotions into you.

Without disconnecting your bodies from one another, he reached over on the bed to grab the belt you had removed from him earlier. He looped it underneath you, pulling up tightly as he snaked it around your hips. The cold leather made you shiver once again, a sensation that took your mind away from the second orgasm coiling in your tummy.

The belt allowed him to drill into you with an added force, and with his free hand he grabbed a fistful of your hair, bringing you closer to him.

Lowering his mouth down to your ear, he uttered “don’t you dare disobey my orders at work ever again. Do you understand me?!” The way his hot breath fluttered into your ear canal made you feel completely and utterly his, and you’re pretty sure that’s the effect he was going for.

“Yes, yes sir, I understand” you quickly responded, continuing to let him take you relentlessly. He let go of your hair and reached around you, grasping onto one of your tits. A pinch of your nipple sent what felt like a wave of electricity shooting through your entire body.

“God, you’re so fucking hot. You take my cock so well, huh?” He gave in and showered you with praise - though it was minimal - after you were being so good for him.

“Yes daddy, I take your cock so well. No one can fuck me like you can” you gushed in response. Your’s and Kelly’s sex life was always off the charts, but you believe this was the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had together.

You could tell he was close by the way he was losing his momentum, but he mustered up some strength to take himself across the finish line, hoping you would be right there with him for your second orgasm.

He released the belt from beneath you, tossing it to his side in order for him to reach around for your clit.

“‘M gonna cum. Fuck!” Kelly moaned out. “Cum with me darling. C’mon, you can do it” he encouraged, pushing your body to the brink.

“Fuck” he groaned out. As soon as you felt his hot liquid start to coat your walls, the coil forming your orgasm ruptured like the snapping of an elastic. “Oh my god” you gasped, feeling liquid rush down your legs.

Kelly looked down at where the two of you connected, and all he saw was a clear liquid begin to seep through the sheets.

“Did you just…” you were zoned out to the max, so clouded with intense sensation you could barely even hear him.

“What?” you whispered, turning around to look at him. When you saw he was staring beneath the both of you, you looked where he was and noticed the puddle you were hovering above.

“Oh my god. I think I just squirted” you gasped, nearly giggling. You had never done so before, and you were almost proud of yourself.

“That’s so fucking hot” Kelly whispered, slowly unsheathing his cock from your pussy. You flipped yourself over onto your back, letting out a breath from the exertion you had just been through before collapsing.

“I’ve never done that before. I honestly didn’t think I could” you admitted as he laid down next to you, propping his head up with his elbow. “Are you serious?” Looking at you like you had five heads, he scanned your face for any hint that you might be lying.

“You just fucked me into the abyss, Kel, yes I’m serious. That was so fucking hot” you breathed out, still attempting to catch your breath.

As silence filled the room for a second, the both of you entering recovery mode, you decided that now would be as good a time as any to apologize.

“I’m sorry, Kel. I didn’t mean to go against a direct order, and I sure as hell didn’t mean to scare you… I know that it’s not just myself I put at risk when I act on impulse, it’s the entire house, and if something happened to one of them because of me, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself” I admitted.

Kelly nodded as you explained yourself. “I really don’t want our relationship to get in the way of our jobs. Just know that if anyone else had pulled the shit you did I would be just as angry with ‘em.”

You nodded in understanding. You knew he was just trying to do his job, and it most definitely made his leadership abilities look questionable when you went against him.

“Understood lieutenant” you said with a wink and a smile, earning a chuckle from him in response.

“Was I too rough with you? You know you can always communicate with me if you need to, no matter how deep in the moment we are” he scanned your face as he asked his question with sincere concern.

“No, no, Kel. It was great. I would’ve spoken up if I couldn’t handle it. You always take such good care of me.” Staring up into his eyes with admiration, you were wondering to yourself how you go so lucky to end up with a man like him.

He caressed your cheek with the pad of his thumb before planting a kiss on your lips.

“I’m gonna go start a bath for you, m’kay? You relax” he stood up, leaning over to kiss you on the forehead before walking to your en-suite.

“Hey, Kel?” He turned around. “Yeah?” He asked curiously.

“If you fuck like that every time you’re angry, expect me to rile you up way more often from here on out” you giggled.

“Fuck off” he smirked, grabbing a pillow from the end of the bed and tossing it at you playfully. As he turned around continuing his walk to the bathroom he muttered “I don’t have to be angry to fuck you like that. Just say the word princess.”

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EEEEEEEP I hope that was okay!!!!! This is my first time writing smut so PLEASE take it easy on me. This idea was brewing for a while and I feel as though I executed it poorly so please give me feedback- I’m more than willing to made edits! Let me know what y’all think and enjoy your St. Patty’s weekend!!!!!!

Also, if you’re waiting for me to write your request, your patience is beyond appreciated. I’ve been struggling tremendously with my mental health, and although that is not an excuse, I just wanted to provide a reason for the delay. Thank you!!!!🤍

“Kelly!!”

The boy down the near the double swing set at Pulaski Park turned after hearing his name, his ruffled hair catching in the eyeline of his baby blues as he tried to find the source of the shout. Then quickly, a wide smile came on his face as he saw a flurry of hair and bruised up knees running towards him; her smile was missing her front baby teeth and her wrists were covered with the jelly bracelets her older sister gave her for her 8th birthday. 

His best friend, Y/F/N Y/L/N.

When you reached Kelly, you were quick to pull up your elbow and show off your rocket ship band-aid covering it, explaining quickly how you fell riding your bike the day before but you didn’t cry...this time. After that you pulled the little Severide boy to the jungle gym where the two of you proceeded to start a game of “Monkey-Ninjas” which the two of you had made up at recess a few weeks before. Kelly was never happier than when he was with you; a girl who would play in the dirt with him, and talk about comic books, and didn’t laugh about how he wanted to be a firefighter like his dad. And he was the same to you, being the most important person to you aside from your family. Kelly was there when Michelle O’Keefe called you an ugly hog-goblin (he ended up cutting off one of her pigtails after that), and when you wanted to solve mysteries in your apartment complex’s creepy basement (he only ran away once, but you didn’t judge because you were running right by his side). 

After another hour at the park, you could hear your dad call your name, and you looked over to see your dad waving you over, yelling that it was time to go. You turned back to Kelly and gave a little pout that you two had to be separated. Kelly, hating that sad look on your face and how it twisted is stomach in a way he wouldn’t understand until he was older, gave you a hug with his arms around your neck and squeezed. You returned the hug with the same tightness, maybe even a little more knowing that you were moving in a couple of weeks and you have yet to tell your best friend. But too soon, the hug was over and you were off walking back to your dad as a cloud flew in front of the sun. Just you walking away from Kelly made his world darker.

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The present...

An incessant beeping woke you from your sleep, the blaring noise making your eyes squeeze like they demanded to stay shut. You groaned, how can your alarm be going off already?! It hasn’t even felt like you slept! You turned on your side and slammed your hand into your alarm clock, trying to get the horrid noise to stop. But surprisingly, the beeping kept going. 

Confused, you peaked one eye open at caught sight of your alarm clock, and the time 3:41 am glaring back at you in a bright red light. A cough escaped you as both of your eyes opened, groaning as you sat up and stretched before grabbing your alarm clock. You examined the clock, clearly the noise wasn’t coming from it, as a couple more coughs escaped your throat. That’s when your sleep-addled brain finally decided to wake up and notice that something was wrong with your room. You turned around and noticed that a thin layer of smoke had coated the room, seeping from your bedroom door which led to the rest of your new home. You quickly put your alarm clock down and stood up, walking towards your door. Before you grabbed the doorknob, a flicker of a memory came to the front of your mind.

“Remember Y/N, if you think there is a fire somewhere in your house, don’t just grab your doorknob. The fire might be on the other side. Gently touch it to see if the knob is hot. If not, then its safe to open the door. Okay, Sweetheart?”

The rough voice of your childhood friend’s dad wisped away like the smoke floating around you, and you laid your hand gently around the knob, and when your hand was met with just a cool touch, you opened the door. The rest of your apartment was covered in smoke, but from what you could see the fire was not coming from your home. While coughing a few more times, you quickly made your way to your front door and did the same thing you did with your bedroom door, checking the temperature of the knob. It was warmer than your other door, but not hot so you went to open the door when more smoke pushed its way into your living room. Down the hall of your apartment building you could see the flickering of flames around the apartment right next to the emergency exit. And knowing that the elevator would be out of service because of the fire, you realized you were trapped.

You shut the door and backed away from it, your brain ping-pong-ing ideas through your head of ways to try and get out of this. Another memory flitted through your brain as your breath started to pick up.

“My dad says that if there is like a lot of smoke from a fire, that you got to crawl on the ground like a snake. Just get real low, you know?”

Your body immediately reacted to the memory of him, getting low and crawling like a soldier to your nearest window to push it open. Down 5 floors you could see the flashing lights of the firetrucks and ambulance, small figures in black and yellow coats rushing around trying to help. With a deep breath of Chicago air, you let out a large yell, “HELP!!!! UP HERE!!!”

With your shout, the first responders paused and then started moving faster, and a few started making their way to the ladder on top of one of the firetrucks. Once the ladder started rising to your window, a rush of cold air plus the smoke from the fire made you fall into a coughing fit, lowering yourself back into the apartment as the breaths heaved through your lungs and came out rougher and rougher with each cough. 

“Hey! Fire department, you still there?” 

You stood up slowly and came face to face with a firefighter, his face mostly masked by his full-face mask firefighters normally wore. You nodded before saying, “Yeah, sorry.”

“Is the fire coming from your apartment?” The firefighter asked.

“No, but I saw it when I realized what was going on and checked the hall. It looks like its coming from the apartment all the way at the end of the hall next to the stairs.” You explained.

The firefighter looked like he nodded and went to his talkie on his shoulder, “Casey, fire looks like its from the apartment closest to the emergency exit tail end of the west corner of the building.”

“Copy. Heading there now with Hermann and the hose.” A voice crackled through. After that, the firefighter in front of you motioned you to make your way on top of the ladder, and with every ounce of remaining courage, you followed the firefighter down the steps of the ladder until you had made it to the truck. 

Once your feet were back on solid ground, you took a deep breath of air and coughed, the taste of smoke lingering on your tongue. One of the paramedics, a woman with darker skin and her short brown hair in a ponytail came over and started ushering you to the ambulance where a mask connected to a tank of air was waiting for you. Once you were sat down on the edge of the ambulance and had the oxygen mask firmly on your face, you looked up at the firefighter that helped you out of the window.

“You okay?” he asked, also looking over you. You nodded, taking a couple deep breaths before pulling the mask away from your face a little.

“I’m okay, the cold air mixed with the smoke just messed with my lungs a little bit but I should be okay. Thank you...”

Before you could ask for his name, a voice came back up on his talkie, “Severide, we found a few more people in their apartments, could use a hand here.” The firefighter in front of you grabbed for his walkie and replied before sending you a wave and heading back towards the building. You, on the other hand, sat in shock.

“Severide...” You said, still staring at the space where the firefighter was standing before.

“Yep, that’s our Lieutenant for Squad 3.” The paramedic attending to you said, trying to get you to put your oxygen mask back on, but that just made you turn to her.

“Kelly Severide?”

The paramedic looked at you, tilted her head and nodded, looking at you like she should be worried that you knew Kelly’s first name. “Yeah...How did you know that?”

“Um...Me and Kelly grew up together. We-we were really close until my family had to move for my dad’s new posting in the military.” You explained, still in shock. “I can’t believe he actually did it.”

“Did what?”

“Became a firefighter.” You said. A smile creeped on your face at the thought of Kelly’s childhood dream career actually becoming a reality. The paramedic saw the smile on her face and smiled as well, remembering faintly Shay talking about Kelly’s childhood friend who moved away right before he met Arden, and how Shay could tell that that friend was Kelly’s first love just by how he would talk about their adventures and stories together.

After the fire was put out and a check was made, thank god that no one had gotten hurt too severely, you were about to make your way back into your building when you caught a glimpse of a fireman’s helmet with the name SEVERIDE on the back of it. As the firefighter pulled off his mask, your breath was stolen away with how much Kelly had grown. You could see features of both his parents on certain parts of his face, but really you were just struck with how handsome Kelly had gotten. Before you could stop yourself, you heard your own voice shout, “Hey, Lieutenant Severide?”

Kelly turned and saw you standing there; your hands stuffed into the sweatshirt he assumed you had been sleeping in and your feet bare because of your quick escape. Your smile was something that made him pause, it was warm and wide and familiar, but it didn’t hit him until he saw you pull out one of your hands from your sweatshirt pocket and take your pointer and middle finger and have them tap your thumb a couple of time. It was a tick that you had had since you could remember, almost like you were making your hand look like a bird.

“Y/N?” Kelly said, moving closer to where you were standing. Your smile widened more and you gave a proper wave, Kelly’s heart beating faster and faster as his brain started to catch up. You were here... You were back in the States, back in Chicago...You were back!! 

Kelly didn’t even think before he scooped you up in his arms and started spinning you around in a tight hug. You hugged back just as tight, the smell of smoke and ash and something that was plainly Kelly Severide kicked into your nose and made you more giddy than before. After a few good spins, Kelly finally put you down and got a good look at you. You had grown into your childhood beauty, that’s for sure. Sure, your hair wasn’t as crazy and you weren’t covered in Band-Aids and jelly bracelets anymore, but your smile was the same, and your laughter still made it feel like his whole body was vibrating.

“I-I can’t believe you here, in Chicago?! How long have you been living here?”

“I just moved back about a month ago. After all the travel from my dad’s job, I just wanted to settle somewhere that...that really felt like home. And Chicago was the first that came to mind.” You explained. A whisper of a thought said, you made it feel like home... But you never said those words allowed. 

Kelly was still feeling a high about seeing you again after all these years when there was a call of his name a little farther away from where you two were standing. He turned and saw Casey waving him over, and that’s when he noticed that everything was cleaned up and it was time for House 51 to head back to the station. Kelly turned back to you and smiled sadly, not wanting to leave you so soon after he had found you again, “Hey, we got to head back to the firehouse, but you should definitely stop by tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Are you kidding? We have so much to talk about.” Kelly said as he pushed to have you see him again. You nodded and Kelly gave you the address of the house before he was rushing off back to the truck, and just like that, he was gone.

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The next day, you found yourself walking up to Firehouse 51 with a covered plate of brownies in your hands. You could barely get to sleep the night before from the adrenaline still rushing through your body from the fire and from seeing Kelly again, so even though there had just been a fire in your building, you spent a few hours baking-out your anxiety to make brownies for the firehouse. 

Once you walked in, you saw the gleam of the shiny red trucks and the spotless white ambulance just sitting in the house, looking like they were waiting for their next time to help. Over by the side of one of the trucks, you saw a table with a couple of firefighters sitting at it, playing some card game as they relaxed. You walking closer caught their attention and they stood up, one of them walking over to you and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Hi, can we help you?” He asked. 

“Yes, hi. I’m one of the residents from the building fire last night. And I wanted to bring something by as a thanks for everything you guys did.” Holding out the plate of brownies, you smiled as you explained part of the reason as to why you were here. “I’m also looking for Kelly Severide, he told me to stop by today.”

“He did?” The firefighter asked, taking hold of the plate of sweets. “Well, he’s in the common area, so I’ll just tell him that...” He paused, waiting for you to give your name.

“Y/N.”

“That Y/N is here. And thank you for the brownies, by the way. I’m Joe Cruz.” The firefighter said, taking one of his hands and holding it out for you to shake which you did. Joe than left while you made small talk with the other firefighters, and from what you could tell, trying to interrogate you on why Kelly asked you to come by the firehouse. 

A couple of minutes later, Joe came back with Kelly in tow, Kelly catching your eye and a smile inching its way on his face. When he made it over to you, he greeted you with another hug like the night before. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“No problem. Had to see where your working anyway. I mean, with all that talk when you were a kid about being a firefighter, seeing you like this just warms my heart.”

Kelly laughed and then grasps your hand, tugging you further into the firehouse. Just the touch of his hand made your heart jump in a way it hasn’t done since you two were kids. While he introduced you to everyone in Firehouse 51, you two also caught up on everything, how your parents were doing now, how Kelly found out that he was an older brother, and how Benny was still after all these years. When the two of you finally reached Kelly’s office space, Kelly shut the door and took a seat on his bed while you sat down at his desk, swiveling in his chair and getting a good look at everything around you. 

One thing that caught your attention immediately was a old picture sitting on Kelly’s desk; it was of the two of you at the Lincoln Park Zoo when you were about 7 years old. Your smile was missing a couple of teeth as Kelly had his arm wrapped around your neck and yours around his waist. The two of you were in front of the giraffe exhibit and just as the picture was being taken, one of the bigger giraffes swooped his head in to photo bomb the picture. “Oh my god, where did you find this old thing?” You laughed as you picked up the picture.

“My ma found it a while ago cleaning some stuff in the house. Decided to keep it.” He explained. You smiled as you saw your goofy little face, but then your eyes trailed to little Kelly, whose eyes were glued to your younger self. And the smile on his face wasn’t one of goofiness or excitement like yours was; his was warm and you wanted to say almost like he was admiring younger you. When you looked up to point it out to Kelly, you paused as the look you saw in the picture was the exact same one on his face now as he looked at you. “I still can’t believe your here.”

“Y-Yeah, me neither.” You stuttered, looking back down at the photo as you put it back on his desk. 

“You remember the day you left?” He asked.

You scoffed and shook your head, images flooding your brain as one of the most painful moments of your life played out in your memories. “How could I forget? I was crying the whole time. My nose was a literal faucet.”

“I wasn’t any better.” Kelly said, also shaking his head, “I remember our parents having to separate us because we wouldn’t let go of each other.”

“You know I bawled a full 4 hours of that plane ride to Berlin? I was a mess.” You chuckled and there was a deep pause around you, like the silence had thrown a weight on both of your shoulders. “Kelly-”

“I remember when we were 6, and you found out that your grandma passed away.” Kelly interrupted, making you look back up at him, “When you came back from Jersey after the funeral, you locked yourself up in your room for days. You wouldn’t even see me, and that made me a wreck. I just remember that knowing you were in so much pain and I just wanted to fix the world for you.”

“Kelly...”

“So I got prerecorded some VHSs of Full House and Saved by the Bell and bought some boxes of microwave popcorn and marched over to your apartment. You finally opened the door to me and we spent the next 7 hours just binging on popcorn and corny jokes. Being able to see you smile again, even if it wasn’t a full-hearted smile with what you were going through, was the highlight of my week.”

“I remember.” You said, watching as Kelly grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit next to him on the bed.

“When we were that young, I didn’t really understand what I felt for you. But now, I know that I had really deep feelings for you. And I know that they never really went away, Y/N.” Kelly said as he grasped both of your hands in his. You looked down as his thumb grazed the top of your hands, then looked back up to his eyes that were so full of affection, it made your heart stumble in your chest. “And I don’t want to loose my chance now that you are back.”

“Kelly, we barely know each other anymore. Its been so long-”

“I know, I know. But that’s the beautiful thing about dating, you get to know one another. And Y/N, I think that we could make it work. And I know that it is probably a longshot that you even feel the same-”

This time it was your turn to interrupt Kelly with a small tug on his hands, “I did! I-I do anyway.” You stumbled, your face flushing. “Kelly, I would love to go out with you.”

“Really?”

“As long as our first date is to the Lincoln Park so we can remake that picture.” You said with a giggle. Kelly had a rush of excitement course through him as a wide smile grew on his face. He then leaned forward and had his forehead meet yours, his heart beating so fast he was afraid it would pop out of his chest and tell you how deeply he felt for you.

“Anything for you.”

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"Pss! Kelly!" You whispered.

After receiving no response, you poked his shoulder. "Hey, baby.." You tried again.

"What?" Kelly grumbled, turning on the bed.

"Are you awake?"

"I am now." He grunted again. "What do you want?"

Biting your lip, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, then ran your fingertips up and down his chest.

"I can't sleep." You lowered yourself close to his ear and you whispered. "I thought you could…I don't know…help me out."

With his eyes still closed, Kelly grinned. Your warm breath in his ear sent shivers down his spine.

Bringing a hand out from under the covers, Kelly pinned you down on the mattress and rolled on top of you, making you chuckle. While your body was trapped in his arms, Kelly reached down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

While one of your hands rested on his cheek, the other traveled along his chest, reaching the hem of his underwear. Running your hand over his cock, you gave him a light squeeze, making him growl into the kiss.

Kelly trailed kisses from your lips to your neck. His breath in your ear was already making you feel numb.

"Tell me what you want." He whispered in your ear.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, you licked your lips and swallowed hard. "I want you to fuck me, real good."

Alternating between nibbling and kissing your neck, Kelly set your panties to the side and slid his fingers between your folds.

The feeling of his cold fingers in your pussy made your hips jerk, a gasp falling through your lips.

"God, you're all wet for me?" He asked, leaving your neck and sucking your nipples instead.

"Yeah...That's what you do to me." You moaned.

With a smile on his face, Kelly looked deep into your eyes as he thrust a finger into your throbbing pussy. A loud moan left your parted lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Keep looking at me, don't close your eyes." He ordered.

The sound of his finger moving in and out of your wet pussy was music to his ears. Adding one more finger, he thrust into you at a furious pace.

"Tell me how it feels." He whispered in your ear, nibbling your earlobe.

"It feels so good, baby. Please, don't stop." You begged, clenching your thighs.

Feeling the orgasm starting to build inside you, your stomach tightened and your toes curled.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum." You moaned, rolling your hips as your hands gripped the bedsheets.

"Look at me while you cum, or I'll stop." He threatened.

Using all your strength to keep your eyes open, you ran your hands across his back while your nails left marks on his skin.

Kissing you deeply, Kelly bit your lip and whispered. "C'mon, baby. Let go, cum for me."

As if your body needed that permission, you felt your pussy clench around his fingers. The pleasure washed over you.

Once you rode out your orgasm, you smiled and tried to catch your breath.

Pulling his fingers out of your cunt, Kelly sat up on the bed and removed his boxers.

"C'mon, I'm not done with you yet." He warned, smirking. "Ass up, face down."

Turning you on your back, he lifted your ass and pressed a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned against the bed, brushing his hard cock on your entrance.

"Please, Kelly. Just fuck me." You pleaded, not being able to wait anymore.

Slowly, he entered your pussy. Your walls stretched and adjusted to his size. The stinging pain had your lips parted, letting out a moan.

"Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so tight." He groaned, speeding up his pace. With each thrust, his cock fucked you deeper.

Leaning down, Kelly bit your shoulder and placed his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans. The new angle made his cock hit your g-spot with each thrust.

As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tears of euphoria rolled down your cheeks.

"You feel so good, baby. Wrapping my cock like that…" he whispered in your ear. "You're gonna cum for me again?"

You nodded your head, frantically. Feeling your pussy clench again, Kelly fastened his pace, making you cry out in pleasure. Feeling too overwhelmed, you rode out your orgasm as Kelly's thrusts became sloppy.

Groaning in your ear, he spilled himself inside you and filled your walls with strings of cum. As he pulled his cock out of your cunt, he watched the cum drip onto your thighs.

Getting up from your shared bed, Kelly walked to the bathroom, returning with a cloth in his hands. After cleaning you up, he snuggled next to you and covered both of you with the blanket.

Hearing your light snores, he smiled and went back to sleep.