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i love that we all agreed on Gibbs taking the panties after the dirty

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this has just the right balance of what Gibbs would actually say and what I want them to say. To keep it short: I'm in love.

You've been attracted to Gibbs from the very beginning, your first day in the Bullpen he'd retrieved you from Vance's office and introduced you to the team, Tony'd been the first one to be up, practically falling over his trashcan when he rushed around his desk to greet you, you'd offered him a polite smile as you were introduced and couldn't help but flinch and let out a small laugh when Gibbs had slapped the back of Tony's head when he’d started to flirt with you, and that was when your attraction to him had started.

You’ve been transfixed by the man for months since then, always trying to find an excuse to be alone with him, whether it just be a few seconds in the elevator to see Abby or Ducky, doing whatever you could to try and get the man to notice you somehow, wearing v-neck tops that showed off your cleavage just enough to still be professional, and tight slacks or jeans. You could’ve sworn you caught him staring at you just the other day, when you'd made eye contact with him from the stairs leading down from Vance's office, after what had seemed to be a pretty rough conversation, he flashed you that famous Gibbs smirk and your heart skipped a beat, but you convinced yourself it wasn’t for you, that he just did that with his face because he knows the effect he has on women, but there’s a very small compartment of your brain that is trying to convince you that he was indeed smirking at you and checking you out. You denied the little voice as much as possible.

You’re in the elevator with Gibbs, headed back to the bullpen after stopping at Abby's office to bring some evidence to her, when he pulled that damn emergency stop button, you stared at the button and then looked up at him for an explanation, but he was already crowding himself against you, leaving no space between the two of you, and a very small amount of space between you and the elevator wall. "Gibbs..?" You'd frowned a bit, straightening up to defend your earlier actions. "Gibbs- I'm not going to apologize." You shifted and crossed your arms with what little room you had to do so. As you looked at Gibbs his brows furrowed and his eyes squinted like he was trying to figure something out as his head cocked to the side a bit, challenging you before he crowded you against the elevator wall, leaving you no space to do anything but breathe, your arms being forced down as you slotted together.

“That was reckless, and stupid.” He said harshly, inches away from your face. “Rushing in like that.” His voice was barely above a dangerous whisper, causing your breath to hitch in your throat as his hand brushed your thigh and then gripped your hip a little as his jaw clenched. “You could’ve been killed.” His grip on your hip tightened and you shifted a little, clenching your jaw slightly.

“Maybe if you hadn’t been a stubborn ass and-“ You gasped, stopping mid sentence when Gibbs grabbed the sides of your neck, glaring down into your eyes as his jaw clenched, his eyes practically on fire as he glared down at you. “Watch it.” He growled lowly.

You looked up at him quietly, swallowing thickly and shifting a little. “You should have waited for backup. DiNozzo, Ziva, and Tim were on their way.” He squinted and clenched his jaw.

“Yeah and if I had waited for them then you would be dead.” You clenched your jaw tightly and struggled against him, not enough to actually push him off, just enough to get him more riled up, though you stopped when his grip tightened around your neck.

“And you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” He growled, looking down at the burgundy V-neck you had on and then grabbing the hem of the shirt and tugging it up, revealing the dark bruises on your ribs and stomach, although nothing was broken Gibbs had been practically fuming.

You didn’t think anything of what he said, he didn’t like for any of the team members to get hurt, but as you thought about it you noticed with you it was always… different, like the thought of you getting hurt was worse than any of the others getting hurt. However before you could really wrap your head around why, you felt his lips press against yours, your eyes widened a bit, but you melted into the kiss, happily kissing him back and letting your hands roam over him a bit as the hand that wasn’t gripping your throat slid around your body, gripping onto your jacket or even your skin when his hand would slip under your shirt. You let out a soft gasp when you felt his dull nails scratch over your side, opening just enough for Jethro to shove his tongue in and tangle it with yours.

“Gibbs…” You gasped, whining softly when he pulled away from the kiss, massaging your pulse point with his thumb slowly, smirking a bit at the way your eyes fluttered and your knees wobbled. “Jethro.” He corrected softly, raising his brows expectantly.

You shuddered a little and bit your lip happily before leaning in to kiss him, whimpering when he leaned back and tightened his grip on your throat. “Jethro.” He repeated firmly. You whined softly and looked up at him. “Jethro.” You wiggled a little. “Please…”

The chuckle that left his throat made your heart race as he earned forward and kissed you deeply, grinding his hips into yours as he roughly popped the button on your jeans with his free hand, you aren’t sure which action caused you to moan, but your tongues tangled together eagerly when his found its way to yours.

You reached down and quickly got his pants undone, unzipping them before reaching into his boxers, melting at the groan that left his mouth as you gently gripped his dick, kissing and sucking on his neck just light enough to not leave bruises. Jethro let out a soft groan before he grabbed your panties and ripped them, causing you to gasp and moan at the slight fabric burn you could already feel, after he’d ripped your panties he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Not enough time.” He panted softly, lowering your onto his dick slowly as his eyes fluttered shut, a truly beautiful sight. You ran your fingers through his hair and gripped gently as you swallowed thickly, giving an experimental tug on the silver locks, gasping softly and moaning when his hips jerked up into you, a strangled grunt leaving his throat as he sat you on the railing and pinned you to the wall, starting to fuck into you slowly at first.

“Jethro.” You whimpered softly, tangling your fingers tightly in his silver hair as you pulled him closer. “Please.” You whispered, nuzzling his neck and whimpering happily when Jethro started to fuck you harder, shuddering happily as your leg slipped off of his hip, gasping happily when his hand gripped your thigh tight enough to bruise it, his hand a mere inches from where his cock was pounding into you.

“You sound so good, doll. But we gotta be quiet.” Jethro whispered, reaching up and covering your mouth gently as he pounded into you harder and harder. “That’s it.” He whispered softly into your ear, keeping his hand over your mouth and squeezing a bit to muffle your sounds more, your eyes roll back in your head a bit as he angled his hips, slamming into your g-spot.

Once Jethro heard that gasp leave your mouth he smirked and started to fuck you faster and harder, rolling his hips a bit to add some more sensation for you. After just a few more experienced rolls of Jethro’s hips you were cumming hard, trembling slightly and gripping Jethro tighter as he continued to fuck into you.

Jethro groaned happily and pushed his face into your neck. “Where?” He mumbled softly, panting softly with the occasional grunt following shortly after each breath. “Inside.” You whispered. Jethro growled lowly and started to fuck you faster, chasing his orgasm with small grunts, after just a few more his hips were stalling inside you, filling you up. You shuddered happily and whined as you nuzzled all over his neck.

Jethro peppered you in soft gentle kisses before slowly putting you down, rubbing your back slowly. “Come to my house for dinner, we’ll get a better look at those bruises.” He said softly as he gently pulled your pants up, buttoning and zipping them for you before pushing your panties into his jacket, a cocky smirk on his face before he was situating himself and turning the elevator back on.

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one of my favourite scenes everr

NCIS 13x06 - Viral Requested by @ellie–bishop

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Watching NCIS as you do ok and 15x12 Gibbs just casually picks ups jacks glasses and puts them on and if that’s not the best shit ever I don’t know what is

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I beg to differ🥵

Seriously. This is fucking me up.

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Hey. I’ve been reading your gibbs x reader fic and they’re quite good. The only thing that bothers me a little are some of the words aren’t the correct ones. IE - there’s no word like catched and a few others. I’m not say this to be mean at all, if you’d like a beta reader to read through it before you post, I’d be glad to. Let me know. Have a great day/night wherever you are

omg yes that would be so nice!! Thank you, I'll happily take that offer and send it to you before I post <3

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i do not wish to talk about it-

do you really kin agent gibbs or does he just remi d you of your father, with whom you have a complicated relationship with

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possesive and jealous Gibbs? Literally there is nothing better

This is me responding to the Christmas Countdown so I was just thinking Gibbs x Reader where after a long case the team goes to a bar and some guy hits on reader and Gibbs gets suuuuuper jealous and possessive and feelings are spilled just a TON of fluff ❤❤❤

Jealousy Jealousy

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Description: A guy in a bar starts flirting with you in front of the team. You're too tired to tell him to leave you alone so you're just flirting back for the fun of it. What happens when Gibbs jealousy gets the better of him, and he steps in?

In other words, you make out with Gibbs cause he is jealous ;)

A/n: love this idea, jealous Gibbs has to be a favorite, I might have gotten a little carried away....

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"Hey bueatiful." A voice rings out beside you at the bar. You turn your head slightly from your drink and take him in. Tall, messy hair, brown eyes.

"Hi. Can I help you?" You ask, trying not to sneer at the unwanted attention. You didn't want to be rude. But there was really only one man who you wanted attention from.

"Uh, no. I just was wondering if I could buy you a drink?" You sighed and lifted up your drink.

"Thanks, but I already have one." You say politely. You figure it wouldn't be the worse thing to flirt back though. Maybe the attention isn't completely unwanted. "Maybe I could buy you one?" You ask.

"Oh. Well if thats what you want baby." The man says with a smirk. "I'm Alex." He says as you flag down the bartender.

"Y/n." You say smiling. Alex orders his drink and settles on the stool beside you. You two continue to talk back and forth as the flirting fades. Eventually, he explains how he showed up to the bar to try and forget about this girl he is tired of pining over. You laugh, and explains your own very complicated situation and how similar they are. You two realize you aren't really Interested in anything more than a friend and just talk the night away.

But that isn't what it looked like to the NCIS agents only a couple tables over. To them, or atleast to McGee and Dinozzo, it looked like you were getting lucky tonight.

"Jeez, they have been talking for like an hour!" Dinozzo exclaims as he takes a sip from his beer. Noone notices how Gibbs hand tightens around his own drink.

"Oh shut it." Ziva says laughing. "You're just jealous it isn't you she is talking to." Everyone laughs except for Gibbs. He is stuck on the word. Jealous. Is that what this feeling was? Jealousy?

It couldn't be.

At Gibbs lack of involvement, Ducky speaks up.

"Whats on your mind Jethro?" He asks and Gibbs just shakes his head. Dinozzo instantly realizes what's happening when your laugh fills the air and Gibbs squeezes his drink so hard his fingers turn white. A smirk finds its way onto his face.

"Ya'know boss. You better hurry over there before she goes home with him." He says winking. Gibbs is startled. Was he really that obvious?

It only takes him a second more before he is up and stomping over to you and Alex, the team cheers him on, but are all shocked he did what Dinozzo said.

"Excuse me, Y/l/n? A moment?" You look up startled at your boss's angry look.

"Oh sure. Sorry Alex, It was great meeting you! Here's my card, let me know how things go." You smile at him and Alex smirks knowingly at the glare Gibbs sends him when you give him your number.

Gibbs walks you outside, and the crisp air feels nice against your flushed face.

"Whats up?" You ask. Gibbs doesn't say a thing. "Gibbs?" You ask confused.

"Jethro." He says. You look at him quizzically.

"Huh?"

"Call me Jethro."

"Why would I-" he cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours. You gasp allowing him to slip his tounge in your mouth and deepen the kiss. He pushes you back gently against the wall and you wrap your arms around his neck. He gently tilts your head slightly so that he can pull back and look you in the eyes.

You don't give him much time to catch his breath before you are kissing him again. He presses against you harder and you sigh into the kiss. He moves his lips from your mouth to your jaw and peppers kisses down to your neck.

"Jethro!" You gasp as he finds your sweet spot. You're panting, and you can't seem to catch your breath.

"Mine." He growls against your neck as he continues to suck a bruise lightly into your skin. And you can't help but giggle, finally figuring out what was wrong.

He pulls away from you and you smrik at him.

"You were jealous." You whisper into the night air.

Gibbs wants to deny it, but he knows its futile.

"Thats because your mine." He says and seals your lips once more. And you can't seem to wipe the smile from your face.

Thanks for reading <3

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this.is. SO GOOD

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this is the most accurate thing ive ever seen

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Sometimes I wonder why I drink this much coffee. And then it hits me.

#ncis #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs

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I'm convinced Gibbs is a master at dirty talk without saying more than 4 words in a row or even saying anything at all

#gibbs imagine #ncis #ncis imagine #leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis x reader #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs x reader

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Sometimes I can't decide if I wanna be Gibbs' wife or if I want him to be with Jack

#everyday problems #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs #jack sloane #jethro gibbs x jack sloane

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Hi u guys, uhm I think I didn't explain properly why I am not as active as I used to be on here, so I just wanna tell you real quick so you won't worry whatsoever ;)

I'm just extremly happy with my current situation in life and what is happening right now. That causes me to not needing to escape reality like I used to.

I'm really doing great and there's nothing to worry about, but thank all of you for the messages, I really appreciate it <3

I still ABSOLUTELY LOVE writing and specifically reading all of the fics u guys are writing. I'm gonna be active when I want to and I don't push myself to post everyday. I'm just enjoying life right now, and I hope you are too!❤

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this is so cute🥺

I'm sick rn and I really need a Jethro Gibbs to take care of me while i suffer from fever🤧

Hi anon! I hope you’re feeling better ❤️ and that this would help 😘 Take care!

Fever

You tried to fight whatever germ that got into you as much as possible, but it won. In the morning, you tried to get into work like any other day, but you were so weak and feverish, your boss forced you to go home and get some rest.

You considered calling your boyfriend to let him know, but you thought against it in the end. You knew he was working on a hard case and you didn’t want to be a burden. So, all you did was getting home, taking some meds and buried yourself under the blanket.

You literally passed out in bed. When you finally woke up, you had a wet washcloth on your forehead that you didn’t remember getting. When you tiredly looked under the blanket, you realized that your work clothes were gone, you were wearing one of your Gibbs t-shirts, shorts and socks. You hate wearing socks into bed. When you turned your face to the nightstand, looking for your phone, all you found was a glass of water and meds. You didn’t remember doing any of those things.

“Don’t you dare.” You heard when you tried to climb out of bed. You’d have screamed from fear, if you hadn’t recognized his voice immediately. You followed the sound, and saw Gibbs sitting in the armchair across the room. Before you could process, he was standing and walking up to you, laying you back down into bed. “You’re not moving from this bed until you’re feeling better.” He used the boss’s ton.

When you were laying again, Gibbs sat next to you, and bent over to softly kiss your forehead. He kept his lips press against your kiss and you knew he was trying to know where you fever was at. “What time is it?” You asked, weakly.

“Around 3pm,” he answered, stroking your cheek. “You’re burning up.” He felt sorry for you, and how he wished he could take the germs away.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the day?” You curled up. You may have been burning up, but you felt so cold, that you were shivering.

“Why didn’t you call?” He shot back, grabbing the glass of water and meds that he probably had prepared. “Can you take this for me? Ducky’s order.”

You got yourself on your elbow and took the pills from his hand. Once it was swallowed, your head immediately hit the pillow again. You were feeling horrible. “When was Ducky here?” You closed your eyes despite yourself. You wanted to look at him, enjoy his presence but you were so tired.

Gibbs put the washcloth back against your forehead. “Doesn’t matter. Next time you’re sick, but don’t bother telling me, there will be consequences.”

“I love consequences.” You said with a grin, and Gibbs chuckled.

“Go back to sleep, honey. Food will be waiting for you to wake up again.”

“Will you?” Unconsciously, you had his polo shirt in your fist. Gibbs softly made you open your hand, and he kissed your knuckles.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He said.

“Then hold me. Germs hate you, you’re safe.”

Even if he could catch what you had, he wouldn’t care. He got to his assigned side of the bed and lay down next to you. You were already half asleep, so he gently brought your body against his. You shivered again and he held you closer. He didn’t care that you were sweating all over him, he held you, stroked your hair and gave you occasional kisses until you woke up again.

“Bath then food or food then bath?” He asked when your eyes met his. The fever dropped a couple of hours ago, and you looked like you were feeling a little better.

“Are you coming into the bath with me?”

“If you want me to.”

“Bath first.”

He pecked your lips and got out of bed. “Don’t move.”

A few minutes later, Gibbs came to the bedroom. He helped you sitting up, and started to undress you. “I can—“ you tried to object.

“Shh.”

You let him. Once you were naked, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and carried you to the bathroom like you were nothing. You hung onto me like a koala bear and it made him chuckle. You only let go of each other once you were in the bathtub. While he undressed, you realized that he lit two candles, and put one of your bath bombs into the water. “You hate bath bombs.”

“I don’t hate them,” he climbed into the tub, settling behind you. He brought your back against his chest. “I don’t get the purpose.” He kissed your shoulder.

“You don’t get the purpose of baths, period.”

“With you in it, they have a purpose.”

“Do they, now?” You leaned your head against his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to kiss your jawline.

“Yes. But that’s not why we’re in it right now.”

You whined, but he was right. You may have felt better than a few hours before, but you were still exhausted and the fever wasn’t completely gone. Sex could wait.

You and Gibbs soaked into the bath for about an hour - you almost fell into sleep again - before he helped you wash. He assisted you in everything, and it was the sweetest thing ever. He was so gentle, and soft and loving. When you were back into bed after he changed the sheets - refusing your help - you stared at him while he brought food. “Your case—“ you started to say.

“No case is more important than you and your health.” He said, putting the plate on your lap.

“It’s just the flu, or something.” You interjected.

“Could be a cold for all I care.” He settled next to you with his own plate.

“I love you.” You said before you could stop yourself. At this moment, you were burning hot and it was because of the fever. It was the first time you told him those words. It didn���t intend to, and you were scared of his reaction.

“I love you, too.” He kissed your temple. “Now eat.”

Maybe you should get sick more often.

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i wont even start to tell you what the butterflies in my stomach made me feel while reading this

Pining Desire [Gibbs One-Shot]

THIS WORK IS NSFW! 18+ MINORS DNI

Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Female Reader

Prompt: Smut #8. "Don't forget who you belong to."

Tags/Warnings: Smut(Unprotected Sex) - Possessive Gibbs <3

Summary: When an FBI agent asks you out during a joint investigation, Gibbs can't hide the jealousy boiling inside of him.

Word Count: 2,285

Author's Note: Yet another request! This one was made by @navalcriminalimagines! I hope I wrote it how you pictured it!

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Each of you let out a collective sigh of relief as you stepped out of the elevator.

It’d been a long day at work. During yet another murder investigation, the FBI had to come in. Our main suspect was an informant working with the FBI. After some collaboration, we caught all of the suspects and brought them into custody.

“Remind me never to wear heels on undercover ops again…” You let out an exaggerated huff as you plopped down in your desk chair.

“Told ya that this morning.”

You scoffed as Gibbs sat in his chair, dawning his glasses as he started to look at files. He had that smart-assed smirk on his face as he let out a faint chuckle as he taunted you.

Tony had already gone home by now, but you needed to grab a few things from your desk and finish filing your report. Although, your work was halted as you saw an unexpected shadow looming over your desk. You lifted your head, seeing one of the agents you’d met on the case. Agent Flores.

“Agent Y/L/N—” He smiled at you, “–You’re still here?”

“You’re still here, too.” You shrugged, giving a slight smile. He was cute, a little funny.

“Well, I, Uh…” He mustered up his best, dashing smile. Flores was clearly trying to charm you. “I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner tonight? I know it’s been a long day, but seeing you work the field like that? You looked like a pro.”

You couldn’t help but get a bit of a chuckle. You never really got compliments since you were always with either Tony, Gibbs, or McGee, so no one came close to trying to ask you out. It was certainly a rare occasion. When you did manage to get a date, it was usually ruined by Gibbs calling you into work, or Tony prying too much. Just as your lips parted to answer Flores, you heard another voice answer for you.

“She’s helping me with some paperwork, Flores.”

Your head whipped to the side, seeing how Gibbs answered for you. The curious questions swirled around in your head for a moment, but you didn’t want to go against Gibbs. You looked up at Flores, giving a bashful shrug as you lost your smile.

“Well, I… Sorry, Flores. Gotta work.” You glanced at Gibbs, “Maybe, uh… Maybe next time.”

Flores lost a bit of a smile, but he kept his chin up.

“Next time for sure.” He nodded to you as he left, not seeming too bothered by it. He gave a slight wave, giving a short goodbye to both of us as he headed towards the elevator. You glanced at Gibbs, waiting for him to say something— but he didn’t. You spent the rest of your night wondering why he did that, struggling to focus on your report.

- - - - -

By the end of the night, you finally got done with that report. Since you didn’t have a car, you had to— very reluctantly —ask Gibbs to give you a ride home. Even Tony was afraid to ask Gibbs for a ride.

As you grew closer to your doorstep, you flinched as you felt the unexpected heat on your neck.

You didn’t move, the hairs on the back of your neck standing.

Goosebumps covered your body as you felt Gibbs’ hand gently brush over your hip, resting on top of your coat.

“What were you going to say to Flores today?” His gruff voice came out in a low whisper against your ear.

“W-What…?” Your voice cracked.

“When he asked you to dinner,” He repeated the question in a different manner as he lowered his head towards your neck, “Were you going to say yes?”

“I— Maybe… I was thinking about it, but–”

“Y/N.”

You took a breath, stopping yourself from rambling any further as you answered him.

“No– I wasn’t, because… I wanted to go to dinner with you.”

“That’s good,“ He now sweetly whispered to you, “Don’t forget who you belong to.”

Your entire body shivered as you heard those words leave his mouth, right against the skin of your neck. If you were honest, it was all you ever wanted to hear. You’d had a thing for Gibbs for as long as you could remember. Now that you were actually hearing that he wanted you, it was barely something you could begin to believe.

“Y-Yes, Boss.”

“You don’t have to call me Boss, Y/N.” You could feel his breath raise from your neck to your ear as he gently whispered.

“Yes Sir–”

“Nope.” You could almost hear the smile on his face.

“Yes, Gibbs…?” You tried to guess again, anxious about what his response might be.

“Jethro.” He corrected you, still smirking. You slowly got an anxious grin on your face, flinching as he began to teasingly press his lips to your neck. He pressed himself against your back, his arms wrapping around you from behind. Your hands fumbled with your keys, desperately trying to find a single ounce of focus to try and open your door.

Every part of your body tensed as you felt his hand wrap around yours, gripping the key within your shaky hand. He guided it forward, pushing it into the lock and opening the door for you.

You let out a stifled, sheepish laugh as a reaction.

Gibbs quickly slowed down, noticing your anxious behavior. He gently let go of you, just setting his large hand on the center of your back as he slowly walked into the house with you. There wasn’t a second that you didn’t have that grin on your face.

There was always this… tension.

A tension between you and Gibbs, a strong one. Neither of you said a word about it until today. There were moments when you’d just look at each other, your eyes saying everything you needed to say, but nothing was done. Gibbs never did anything, you never said anything, neither of you would make the first move. You weren’t sure if Gibbs wouldn’t because he was possibly insecure, that there was a possibility of him not acting on whatever feelings he had because he was afraid they wouldn’t be returned— That he didn’t want to risk his friendship with you because he wanted something more.

In reality… it was both of you.

You were both so afraid that your pining desires would lead to a ruined relationship. Hell, you were breaking one of Gibbs’ rules in the process.

You closed the door behind the both of you, barely getting the time to lock the door before Gibbs had you pressed against the door. His hands tugged at your coat, his teeth grazing over the skin of your neck as his face was buried in the crook of your neck. You let out a gasp as one of his hands palmed against your ass, squeezing it as he continued his barrage of kisses on your neck.

Once your coat was off, you turned, cupping his head in your hands as you pressed your body to his.

Gibbs was very clearly surprised by the sudden advances, not expecting you to take your own turn at leading. He stumbled back, his arm hooked around your waist.

It didn’t take the two of you long to fumble your way to your bedroom, the temptation of just saying fuck it and dropping onto the couch being a bit too weak to overpower your longing fantasy of Gibbs forcing your face straight into your pillows.

He seemed to have a similar idea— especially considering the way that he didn’t waste another second before pushing you down onto your bed. His hands raced to your waist, tugging at your belt before he whipped it from the belt loops, looking you dead in the eyes as he snapped the belt in a teasing manner. You swallowed the anxiety-riddled lump in your throat as he then tossed your belt aside, gripping the hem of your pants and panties before quickly sliding them down your legs. Gibbs had done it so swiftly that he’d pulled your heels off in the same moment, leaving your lower half completely nude in mere seconds.

You didn’t dare say a word— You just laid there, legs hanging off of your bed, speechless.

Gibbs gave his usual, sly grin as he stood there, beginning to shrug off his coat. The functional mute eventually spoke.

“Go on.”

“What?”

Your eyes were fixed on him as he then removed his shirt as well, throwing both to the ground.

“Go on.” The only thing he changed was his tone, his intent clear. You bashfully nodded, hurriedly sitting up and grabbing the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. It only took a short moment before the two of you had stripped from every piece of clothing– just staring at each other in awe for a few seconds. Part of you was too excited to wait, but the stronger part was too shocked to believe this was actually happening.

You got a quick reminder that it was real as Gibbs had practically lunged forward, pushing you down onto your back.

A meager gasp escaped your lips as his calloused hand quickly found its way between your legs, not hesitating to push two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them. His lips met your neck once again. You could feel him sucking and kissing on the soft skin, knowing he was leaving various marks all over you. Part of you wanted to tell him not to, that they’d be seen— but once again, that second part of you had taken over. The idea of having marks from Gibbs was something you couldn’t be happier to have– to have proof that you were his.

Gibbs seemed to love the idea, his teeth grazing over your skin a few times as he trailed kisses down your shoulder. His fingers pushed deeper as he sped up a bit, suddenly hooking them inside of you.

You could see the smile form on his face as he heard the whimpers and gasps emitting from you, loving every second of it.

You flinched as he suddenly pulled his fingers from you, sitting up.

Before you could say a word, Gibbs guided you further onto the bed, rolling you over. Part of you was frozen, wondering if this was just another fantasy that you dreamed up. He held your hips firmly, kneeling behind you for a moment. You clutched the pillow in front of you, taking a breath against it. Gibbs ran his hand down to the small of your back, looking at you as he seemed to be taking in the view of your body.

“Who do you belong to?”

Your face grew hot as you heard his gruff voice sound out, the question ringing in your ears for a moment.

“You.” Your voice came out in a croak, almost a little squeak.

Gibbs leaned in, whispering against your ear.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, J-Jethro…!” You raised your voice a bit.

Once you answered, he didn’t waste another second before pushing himself inside of you. He let out a bit of a grunt as he did, which you matched with a whiney gasp. Gibbs was quick to start thrusting into you at a steady pace, his hands finding their way to your hips once again.

You grasped at the pillow, stuffing your face against the fabric.

It didn’t take much for you to be able to see the pure desire he had for you— How long he’d been thinking about doing this. He loved hearing how your moans grew louder, which only seemed to make his thrusts grow harder. You could feel his fingers dig into your hips as his grip tightened. He couldn’t help himself around you.

You could already feel the way your body trembled around him as he kept harshly fucking you, the room filled with a dull sound of skin smacking together.

“J-Jethro…!” You panted, “Jethro!”

Your whimpers only pushed him further, his thrusts growing faster. You could feel his nails slightly begin to dig into your hips— The way he twitched inside of you only proved that he was getting close himself. You were both panting and groaning. Well, Gibbs was giving off the occasional grunt, once again being rather quiet.

It wasn’t much longer before you felt yourself reach your breaking point.

Every part of your body began to shiver as you pressed your face into the pillow. You moaned, gasped, whimpered— but it didn’t stop Gibbs from continuing to fuck you silly. He continued squeezing your hips, tilting his head back as he finally came. You could feel the warmth in your stomach as he spilled into you.

The two of you sat still, taking deep breaths.

You felt Gibbs’ hand slowly run up your back, being as gentle as can be. He carefully pulled out of you, rolling you onto your back. You could feel a warm, fuzzy feeling throughout your body as you met his gaze. His blue eyes were something you loved, and to see them looking right at you, filled with such passion.

He leaned in, crawling over the top of you.

“Jethro?”

“Y/N?” He answered softly, his face hovering mere inches from yours.

“I–” Your voice cracked a bit, “I… I love you.”

You could see a smile spread over his face as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t waste another second to cradle his head in your hands, your fingers running through his silver hair.

The moment he pulled away, he didn’t wait to break his silence.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

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NCIS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs - 15x05