AN: SMUT ALERT!!
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Raymond stood against the wall, holding a glass of bourbon, when he saw Rosa walking toward him.
"Hey," Rosa said softly.
"Hey," he replied in his usual neutral tone.
They paused for a moment, both keeping their gaze.
"I saw Gina talking to you," Rosa said, glancing at the dance floor where Gina danced under bright lights, unaware of anything else.
Raymond nodded. "She asked for my number. She said she had ideas for a podcast called 'Bulletproof Romance.' I doubt it's real, but she was convincing."
Rosa smiled slightly. "She's always convincing."
"She also asked if I've ever dated a woman who could break my nose and my heart at the same time."
"Classic Gina," Rosa said, gripping her glass a little tighter. "But that's not why I came over." She chugged the remaining drink and took a deep breath.
"I've been thinking," she said.
He looked into her eyes. He could tell that she was nervous as hell. "About what?"
Her jaw tightened briefly, then relaxed.
"About how I spend a lot of time trying not to want things I clearly want."
Rosa stepped closer and spoke clearly. "I like you. It's not just because of your fighting skills or how you face armed men like they're nothing. I like the way you look at me, and I enjoy your little jokes. I love the way you break down criminals, and I was happy when you praised my bike. And I think I felt jealous when Gina smiled and hugged you."
Raymond tilted his head slightly. It was the smallest signal. But it meant she had his attention.
Rosa exhaled once, sharply. Her eyes didn't leave his.
"Tonight," she said, "I'm going to wear a sexy bikini. I'll stand on my balcony with a cold drink and some terrible jazz. You can either knock on the door or just climb up to the balcony."
Raymond blinked once. His fingers tapped the side of his glass. Then stopped.
She leaned in a little closer. "If you want that. If you don't, I'll wake up tomorrow and pretend I never said a word. I'll still work beside you. I'll still respect you. But if you do want that..."
She let the pause hang just long enough to thicken the air between them.
"You know where I live."
Raymond set his glass down on the small side table beside him calmly, as if he hadn't just been offered one of the boldest invitations of his life. For a second, it seemed like he might deliver one of his usual dry, cryptic replies. But he didn't speak.
Instead, he stepped forward, slipped an arm beneath Rosa's legs and another behind her back, and lifted her off the ground in a perfect bridal carry.
Rosa inhaled sharply, clearly caught off guard. Her hands instinctively grasped his shoulders, her eyes wide for the briefest second before narrowing with a look that was one part smirk, one part pure heat.
Around them, the entire Nine-Nine froze.
Jake dropped his beer.
Amy's jaw fell open.
Boyle gasped so hard he choked on his mozzarella stick and slapped himself on the chest.
Terry blinked three times, then slowly looked down at his glass to make sure there wasn't anything stronger than soda in it.
Holt simply raised an eyebrow, maintaining his usual calm.
Gina spun mid-dance, caught sight of them, and said, "Rosa, you sneaky bitch. I was aiming for him. How dare you steal my man?"
Raymond's eyes were locked on Rosa like she was the only person in the room. She looked at him from his arms, her lips parting to say something.
He beat her to it.
He leaned in and kissed her hard without wasting any more time. His lips met hers aggressively with hunger, with every ounce of the tension that had been building between them for weeks. Rosa kissed him back just as fiercely, one hand grabbed the collar of his shirt while the other gripped his shoulder like she might tear through it.
The kiss deepened fast, losing any pretense of finesse.
Raymond tilted his head, trying to match Rosa's intensity, but miscalculated the angle. Their teeth clicked once. Rosa let out a muffled laugh against his mouth. That didn't stop her. She leaned in again. Their mouths crashed and slid, too much tongue involved, too little concern for decorum.
From the booth, Jake made a face like someone had just opened a tuna can in a sauna.
"Oh my God. They're eating each other."
Amy covered her mouth. "There's so much tongue. That is too much tongue for a public establishment."
Boyle had already pulled out his phone. "This is the greatest moment of my life." He whispered to himself, "Focus, Charles. Frame it right. Don't screw this up. This is for their wedding slideshow."
Terry was frozen in place. "What the hell is happening right now?" he muttered, blinking rapidly. "Is this a fever dream? I knew there was tension, but this is a lot of tongue for a Wednesday."
Captain Holt simply said, "Hope this doesn't get in the way of your police duty."
Gina pointed at them while sipping from her neon drink. "Okay, fine. Respect. That was hot. I'm not mad. I'm turned on and mad."
Hitchcock leaned over to Scully. "I haven't seen that much tongue since Atlantic City, 2003."
Scully nodded solemnly. "That was a good night. Terrifying, but good."
Rosa finally pulled back, breathing heavy, her eyes still locked on Raymond. She licked her lips and gave him a satisfied smirk. "You're a good kisser, Officer White."
Raymond's expression barely shifted, but his voice dropped low. "So are you, Detective Diaz. Though I'm not sure we finished."
She raised an eyebrow. "You can finish that sentence later. At my place."
[Rosa's apartment]
As soon as they entered through the door, Raymond pushed Rosa against the wall and began kissing her. She moaned softly as his lips devoured hers. Her hands roamed over his back, tugging at his shirt. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the heat emanating from her body.
His mouth traveled down her jawline, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Rosa's head fell back, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the pleasure. He kissed her neck, nibbling gently, feeling her heart racing beneath his lips. The sound of his own breathing grew heavy, echoing in the quiet apartment.
Raymond pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. Both were breathing hard, their bodies still intimately close. He looked deeply into her eyes with a smoldering gaze before grabbing her shirt and ripping it open, revealing her black bra. Rosa narrowed her eyes and did the same. She ripped open his shirt, revealing his body.
Rosa bit her lower lip as she admired the muscular contours of Raymond's chest, her fingers tracing over his chest, slowly moving down to his abs.
"So fucking hot!" She panted, her hands wandering lower, gripping his waistband.
"Says the one raising the temperature," He unclasped her bra and threw the bra on the floor. Her big boobs were right before him.
He cupped her breasts in his large hands, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She let out a loud moan, her head falling back, arching her back to offer more of herself to him. Then her hands left his waist, and she unbuckled his belt, pulling it off, along with his pants and boxers. His large, erect member sprang free, standing proudly. Rosa's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, but her lust for him overpowered her hesitation.
He followed her suit and took off her jeans, along with her panties.
Rosa smirked before walking seductively toward the dining table. Her naked ass looked divine.
Raymond watched her every move, his eyes never leaving her body. His heart pounded as she reached the table and sat on it, spreading her legs. He walked toward her without breaking eye contact. He walked to her and went straight for her holy grail. The intoxicating scent of her pussy filled his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, the primitive part of his brain urging him on. His tongue licked at her swollen, sensitive bud, tasting her essence as he did.
"Shit!" Rosa gasped and arched her back, her fingers gripping the table's edge. He could feel her trembling under his touch, a sign of the pleasure he was giving her.
'God! She tastes awesome. I can eat her all day,' He thought as his skilled tongue flicked and circled her engorged clit, eliciting soft moans and whimpers from her. The wetness of her pussy glistened under the dim lights, inviting him to delve deeper. He moved lower, sucking on her pussy lips before pushing his tongue into her pussy hole. He felt the warmth of her insides and the spasms of her walls. Her juices, a perfect nectar, coated his tongue as he sucked voraciously, drawing her pleasure from her core.
Rosa's body jerked, her hips rising to meet his mouth, urging him on. Her head fell back, her chest heaving, her legs shaking with the force of her impending climax. Her fingers dug into the wood of the table as her body prepared to shatter under the intensity of her desire.
Raymond's tongue continued to play with her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, and finally, she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body, her legs shaking, and her hand grabbed a fistful of his hair as she rocked her hips hard.
As Rosa's orgasm subsided, she released Raymond's hair, her body trembling in the aftermath. He pulled back, leaving her soaked pussy, his mouth glistening with her nectar. He looked up at her, a satisfied smirk on his face.
Rosa's breath was still ragged, and her eyes were hazy with desire. "Fuck me," she whispered, the need evident in her voice.
Raymond's eyes gleamed with lust, responding to her desperate plea. "Get on your fours." He ordered.
Rosa instantly jumped down from the table and went to her fours on the floor.
Raymond positioned himself behind her, gripping his erect cock firmly. He rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen pussy, teasing her. He could feel the heat emanating from her, begging for him to fill her up. He then thrust forward, pushing his cock deep inside her wet folds.
"Fuck! YEAH!" Rosa let out a loud moan, feeling him fill her.
He began to move in and out of her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. The intensity of their passion fueled their movements. Raymond gripped Rosa's hips tightly, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, pounding into her with a fervor. Her moans grew louder, her head hanging low, her hair draping over her face.
Raymond's pace increased, each thrust harder than the last. He leaned in and grabbed a fistful of her hair, the sudden tug making Rosa yelp. He used her hair like reins, pulling her back and forth with each thrust. The raw power and control he held over her heightened her arousal, driving her mad with need.
"You love this, don't you, Rosa?" He growled, spanking her round ass, the sound of his hand meeting her flesh adding to the symphony of their passion.
"Yes, oh god yes!" She cried out, the combination of pleasure and pain making her hips buck wildly, trying to take more of him inside her.
Raymond continued to slam into her, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. His grip on her hair never faltered, and the spanking grew more frequent. He felt Rosa's body quivering, her climax drawing near.
"Beg for it, Rosa," he growled, the control he held over her complete.
Rosa's voice was a broken whisper, "Make me."
Raymond grinned, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. He pulled Rosa's hair sharply, yanking her head back to force her to meet his gaze. "Beg for your orgasm, Rosa. Beg like the desperate little slut you are," he ordered, the intensity of his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Rosa smiled in pleasure. "Please, Sir, I need it. I need you to make me cum. Please, fuck me harder. Make me scream," she pleaded, her voice wavering with each word.
Raymond's eyes widened, pleased with her submission. He rammed into her, his thrusts even more violent than before. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock, and he knew she was so close. He released her hair and grabbed her ass, guiding her to meet his thrusts, the spanking resuming with a vengeance.
The slapping sounds grew louder, a crescendo to their dance of carnal desire. Raymond leaned in, biting her earlobe as he whispered, "Cum on count of 5." Rosa shuddered at the command, her entire body trembling in anticipation. She nodded, and with a smirk, Raymond began to count. "One... Two..." His voice was a deep, husky growl, and with each number, he increased the pace of his thrusts.
"Three..." His hand connected with her ass, hard.
"Four..." He leaned in, whispering into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Five!" He pulled his cock out completely before slamming it in.
Rosa's body jerked as her orgasm tore through her like a storm. Her pussy clenched around his pulsating cock. He was also close. So, as soon as her orgasm subsided, he pulled out of her dripping pussy and came all over her ass. "Arggg!" As his hot seed coated Rosa's cheeks, she let out a contented sigh. His semen trickled down her thighs, and she felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft and her lips curved into a smile.
He stood there, catching his breath, and then reached down to help her up. Rosa wobbled on her knees for a moment, then found her footing, leaning against Raymond for support.
"You're incredible," she whispered, her hand reaching up to cup his face.
"And you're amazing," he responded, his thumb brushing against her lips.
They shared a lingering, tender kiss, the intensity of their passion softening to a gentle, lingering warmth. Raymond's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.
Rosa rested her head on his chest, enjoying the steady beat of his heart against her cheek. "We should do this again, soon," she said, her voice tinged with desire.
"Definitely," he agreed, a smile in his voice as his cock stood up again.
Rosa felt his cock against her tummy.
"Round 2?" He asked.
"Cowgirl?" She asked back.
"On the bed?"
"Let's go."
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