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halstudandruz · 7 months

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Thigh or Nothing

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Months after your breakup Matt loses his cool

Warnings: smut (18+), thigh riding, jealous!Matt, edging, swearing

A/N: Continuing to live in my happy world where all my boys are alive and still in Chicago 🫶

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]. We did all we could.” Connor broke the news to you and you could almost feel your heart breaking into two.

“Thanks Connor. I know you did.” You sighed, he gave you a sympathetic nod, picking three beer bottles up and heading back towards his table.

It was the cherry on top of your week. Which was without question the worst since you had become a paramedic 6 years prior. You shouldn’t have asked, you're not supposed to ask and how you felt right this second made the reason clear. Like your entire job was a waste. Which deep down obviously wasn’t true. The lives you saved had outweighed the lives lost, but that fact didn’t always matter. Not when you gave your blood, sweat, and tears to save a child who they would only end up losing on the table hours later. The less you knew of the outcome the better, you could at least pretend they all had a happy ending then. You were glad your partner hadn’t come out tonight. At least then she could live in the dark of the truth, one that you would never tell her. Swallowing the lump in your throat you gestured for Stella who was filling a glass with beer. She handed the beverage to a man at the other end of the bar making her way towards you.

“Can I get a shot? Surprise me, something strong.” You requested just as a body slid into the chair next to you. The only seat still available at the bar. Glancing to your left your stomach only tightened.

“Hey.” Your ex boyfriend gave you a genuine smile hanging his coat on the back of the stool.

“Well if it isn’t Matthew Casey.” The blonde to his left interrupted before you could answer. His attention quickly turned to a girl you recognized from the State Attorney’s office. How you didn’t realize she was sitting there before was beyond you. You had loathed her from the moment she tried to entice Matt into getting a drink when you were out of town after him and Severide had helped them with a case.

“Kaylee, hey how are you?” Matt greeted, and you could see the minute she turned her charm on, turning her body to face him, chest popping out slightly, eyelashes fluttering, and a soft smirk appearing on her lips. You would venture a guess that she had heard about your breakup somehow, not that she cared if he was in a relationship before. Stella appeared back in front of you.

“Yeah, make that two.” You sighed downing the tequila.

“[Y/N].” Stella warned glancing over to Matt and Kaylee who were now laughing. She was your best friend which meant she was also in charge of nixing your bad decisions when it was warranted.

“Just one more.” You looked at her pleading, she knew what a rough week it had been and you knew she was looking out for you but right now you didn’t care. She shook her head grabbing a bottle to fill the shot glass in front of you. “Thank you.” You nodded after feeling the burn down your throat a second time. You could feel Matt’s side eye and chose to ignore it for the better.

Thirty minutes later the shots were beginning to buzz in your bones only furthering your irritation when you watched Kaylee lean whispering into Matt’s ear.

“Hey.” A voice over your shoulder caused you to jump.

“What’s up?” You forced a smile at Severide. You and Severide had become close friends throughout the years mostly due to the grief of losing your partner and his best friend, sticking by each other’s sides through the thick of it, always having him nearby was a comfort.

“Just wanted to check in on you.” He sat down in the seat beside you that had been vacated 10 minutes ago. The one you were about to move to hoping it would lessen your ability of hearing Kaylee’s dare you say pathetic flirting.

“Yeah, I’m good!” You nodded, high pitched voice a little excessive. Were you coping super well? Not exactly. Trying to dissociate tragedies was supposed to come natural to you, just like everyone else in the firehouse and normally you could maybe, but Chicago seemed to implode this week and despite all your best efforts you were fighting a losing battle on almost all occasions. That’s the reason you asked Connor about the little boy from this morning expecting a good report and your spirits to be raised only to be shocked at the truth.

“Mhmm,” he raised an eyebrow glancing over your shoulder at his best friend’s back, “I’m sure that’s true.”

“It’s just like.. does he have to do it right here.” You rolled your eyes, whispering to Kelly, for no good reason since Matt was clearly so enthralled in conversation he wouldn’t have heard you anyway.

“Payback is a bitch, [Y/L/N].” Kelly chuckled, eliciting confusion to appear on your face.

“What does that even mean?” You tried to take a drink before realizing your glass had nothing but ice left, “Gallo,” you summed the dark haired man over holding your drink up.

“You know, [Y/N], I get off early tonight.” Gallo filled your glass wiggling his eyebrows which earned a laugh from Severide. Blake was cute, adorable actually. The kind of guy that would fall at a woman’s feet, make her wonder why she ever spent her life with any other loser. Not someone you wasted a quick hookup on, and right now that’s all you wanted.

“Yeah buddy, see how well that plays out for you.” Severide wore a smug grin, which annoyed you just because he was skilled at getting girls in bed with him didn’t mean he could make fun of the poor kid.

“Ritter gonna be out tonight? Cause I tend to get loud.” You lowered your voice head cocking to the side, a flirty grin appearing on your face, instantly causing redness to form around Blake’s cheeks as he slid the newly filled glass towards you.

“God knows that’s the truth.” Severide huffed, taking a drink of his beer, and your head whipped to him, a scowl appearing.

“Oh fuck you, I had to deal with your hookups on god knows what surfaces for practically a year straight so hush,” You shoved him, you and Matt hadn’t exactly lived together, but you might as well have. You stayed with him practically every night off and since Severide was his roommate he may have been unfortunate enough to be subjected to your pleasure induced sounds every once in a while. “And don’t act like you didn’t like it.” You teased.

Gallo coughed around the drink of water he had just taken, obviously taken back.

You had considered continuing the charade until you heard Kaylee ask Matt if his place was close. Stomach clenching at the words you moved quickly to take a drink, too quickly apparently as the drink ended up in Matt’s lap instead of in your mouth.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” Heat immediately surfaced on your face. You truly didn’t mean to knock your full glass into Matt’s lap. The adrenaline from your jealousy mixed with everything else that week had you completely flustered and the cup slipped right out of your hand, but you knew from the outside looking in it would never look that way.

You could hear Kaylee scoff, looking up to see her roll her eyes dramatically. “Matt I didn’t-“ You flushed taking a single napkin trying and failing to help the mess at all.

“[Y/N], it’s fine. I just..I’ll be back.” He waved you off, stepping towards the bathroom.

“That was convenient.” Kaylee commented harshly, taking a sip of her martini.

“Believe me you don’t want to go there tod-“ You began to stand up, but beside you Kelly squeezed your knee keeping you put.

“Hey, it's not worth it. Trust me.” He encouraged, prompting you to shut up. Was it a good idea to get into a cat fight with an attorney? Probably not, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t tempting.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m going to go check on Casey.” You patted him on the shoulder heading towards the bathroom, throwing the blonde a glare.

“Matt?” You knocked on the door as a warning before pushing it open. The hand dryer on the wall was loudly whirring as he stood underneath it, the handle pointed at his crotch as best as it could be.

“I’m not mad,” he started the minute you appeared in front of the door, “I know you’ve had a rough week and don’t like her and you have every right not to, but-“ at his words your jaw almost dropped to the ground cutting him off.

“You’re not actually implying I did that on purpose.” You scoffed in disbelief, he knew you better than that.

“What am I supposed to think? It was pretty convenient timing, and I watched you down two shots the moment she started talking to me.” He laid his line of thinking out, and it was fair. Did you love seeing Kaylee flirt with him? Not for a single second. Were you trying to get trashed tonight? Absolutely. But regardless you would never do that to him.

“Fuck you, Matt. We both know we do what we need to in order to get through some weeks and sometimes that includes alcohol.” You defended, your face was beginning to heat up in anger at the accusation escalating. Not to mention you were far from drunk.

“Does that include hooking up with your superiors?” He quipped, making your heart drop at the realization he knew what the last few months held for you after your split.

“How do you know about that?” Panic took hold of your chest. Nobody was supposed to know, it could be really bad for both of you if anyone had found out about you and Hawkins.

“I have my sources.” He blew you off, once again hitting the hand dryer on the wall aiming his other thigh at it now. You weren’t dumb you knew exactly who his sources were, and Stella was gonna get an ear full later. She should know full well that anything that goes into her boyfriend’s ears will undoubtedly be in his best friend’s soon after. You and Kelly might’ve been close but he had an obvious loyalty to his partner in crime, “I’m just saying I haven’t felt the need to cause drama anytime you’ve left with Evan or your pick of the night.” His voice was raised even as the dryer dwindled to a stop.

“So, you’re slut shaming me now then? Is that what we’re doing?” You crossed your arms against your chest getting defensive

“Oh, come on [Y/N]. You know I’d never do that. Have all the sex you want, with whoever you want. It’s none of my business. I’d just request that you don’t let your ego cockblock me next time I’m trying to do the same.” He bit back. You knew he was right. He would never actually slut shame you and the accusation was a low blow, but the alcohol was causing annoyance to course throughout your body. Only heightened the second you watched him lean closer to the attorney.

“My ego? Really?” You laughed, humorously.

“Yes, your ego. You were jealous. Go ahead and admit it,” he encouraged and you rolled your eyes refusing to do as he asked, “you think I like watching you leave here with guys wrapped around your finger? I don’t at all, but at least I can admit it.” He took a paper towel from the dispenser. You had no idea why he was furiously dabbing at the mess, it was pretty clear the wreckage was cleaned as much as it possibly could be.

“This is ridiculous.” You huffed, the conversation was going absolutely nowhere. On a normal everyday basis you and Matt had been pretty good at putting your breakup on the back burner. Having to work with each other wasn’t always easy, but you both were handling it well with dignity and respect. Tonight, on the other hand, was different. Tempers were beginning to flare, and filters were flying out the window. All you were trying to do was offer him a genuine apology, but all you were getting in return was underhanded comments. “The only thing I came in here to do was take responsibility and apologize for an accident. I don’t know what your problem is.” You did not foresee this turning into a fight when you got up.

“You are!” He exclaimed, jaw tightening.

“Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” Your emotions were beginning to boil. This made sense though. Your split was pretty amicable. Too afraid to say something and regret it later. Only having to face it every other day for the rest of your life, but maybe you were being too cautious. Maybe things needed to be said. Maybe mistakes needed to be made.

“You are,” he reiterated, stepping closer to you finally lowering his voice, “do you know how goddamn hard it’s been to see you leave here every week with a different guy? To hear that you’re fucking Hawkins when you’re all that’s still on my mind?” His voice was quivering and it took you a minute to adjust to the sudden change in tension. Surprised at his admission. You had never seen Matt like this. Even when you were together if someone had hit on you or overstepped their bounds he would kindly and calmly inform them that you were taken. Just as you would expect Matt Casey to. But this was something else. Months of built up jealousy, unable to do or say anything about it apparently taking a toll. His hand was gripping the sink so hard his knuckles were pure white, an anguished look in his eyes as he thought about it, and it was undeniably sexy. “I know that I have no right, but good lord, [Y/N]. It is slowly kill-“ You couldn’t even allow him to say another word. You were certain if you didn’t get your hands on him within the second you were going to burst into flames, gripping his face tightly, quickly molding his lips to yours. The rhythm was quick to find, familiarity not too far gone.

It didn't take Matt very long to take advantage of the kiss, pushing you back a few steps against the nearest wall, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Your hand found its way to the hair at the back of his neck threading your fingers through it. It was intense, fire quickly spreading through your body, slotting your hips against his leg, hips moving in desperation.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate. Like you haven’t been fucked right in months.” Matt’s hand rested on your ass encouraging the movement, lips moving down your neck.

It was true. Right after you and Matt had broken up you began frequenting bars, joining hookup apps, going home with a different guy multiple times a week. The problem was nobody matched up to him. There were some decent ones and some really sucky ones too, only concerned about how fast they could get there, skipping foreplay almost entirely, but no matter what without fail it always ended with you craving your ex. The only one to even slightly quench your thirst was your boss, Evan Hawkins so an occasional hookup may or may not have happened. What Matt clearly didn’t know is the agreement you two had, had recently come to an end after learning of a friend’s interest in the Chief. Leading to those hookups to become extinct over a month ago. So, whatever he was offering you were willing to take it without hesitation.

His teeth nipping at your collarbone only furthered your need allowing him to push you down harder on his leg. Leaning closer into him you took ahold of his hand that was gripping your hip trying to move it under your skirt.

“Uh uh uh,” He resisted, “it’s my thigh or nothing, baby.” He wore a cocky smirk, only growing the second you whined a quiet,

“Matt.” A defeated, pleading look appearing in your eyes. While his attitude was angering you slightly, only wanting to reach a high right this second, and you had no doubt his fingers could do exactly that, you couldn't deny how hot this was and how his ultimatum only furthered the wetness building between your legs.

“Show me how bad you need it, princess, but try not to be too loud there is an entire bar of our coworkers 50 feet away.” His thigh tightened as if he was wanting you to go against his warning, a strangled moan on the tip of your tongue, body getting as close to you as he possibly could so his smell engulfed you, a smell you missed having wrapped around you more than you thought.

You whimpered into his neck pushing your hips down harder, and you could feel him steadily growing against your hip. “You’re so beautiful you know that?” He complimented both hands moving to your ass encouraging you to speed up your movements, the friction from the denim winding a coil in your stomach. Your fingers clawed at his biceps looking for as much contact as possible. Head falling back against the wall, your eyes closing tightly, your breathing was starting to speed up shakily with every grind of your hips.

“Matt, I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if it��s enough.” You admitted, the knot growing but only torturing you as you continued to rut against his leg, needy whimpers spilling from your mouth.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. You want me so bad? Make a mess on me first. Be a good girl.” Matt encouraged flexing the muscle in his thigh once again, dragging his teeth down the side of your throat stopping to bite behind your ear, one hand coming up to tweak your hardened nipple over your top and you finally snapped, a breathless moan falling from your lips as Matt helped work you through your high.

“Good thing you already fucked up my pants earlier or else I’d be pretty concerned about the mess you're leaving behind right now. Your panties are going to be ruined.” He wasn’t kidding, there was absolutely zero doubt he would have evidence of this encounter on his thigh if you stepped off right now. He was however wrong about one thing.

“Not wearing any.” You shrugged, letting your leg fall shakily from Matt’s hip.

“For fucks sake.” He groaned pupils flashing even darker, roughly gripping the back of your neck and pulling your lips back to his for a sloppy kiss.

“Yours? It’s closer.” You mumbled into his neck after pulling away to get a breath, biting it playfully. Nodding he stepped back to pull his phone out of his pocket to reserve an Uber and unsurprisingly there was indeed a dark spot staining his jeans, but all you were focused on was the bulge to the right of it, mouth watering contemplating dropping to your knees right there, missing the weight of his cock on your tongue, when he grabbed your hand.

“We’ll go out the back.” He gave you a quick kiss, opening the door to check for anyone before sneaking through the kitchen out into the cold, a car pulling up to the curb just as you made it around the building.

The minute you were in the Uber your mouth was back on his.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m gonna need an address confirmation before you suck all the air outta his lungs, honey.” A nice older woman, joked from the driver's seat. Blushing you mumbled an apology putting some space between you two. Matt chuckled in amusement, confirming the address on the screen.

“Probably get a lot of this, this time of night huh?” Matt began a conversation hand resting teasingly high on your thigh.

“Absolutely, but I don’t mind. It’s nice to see young people having fun. It’s cliche but you really do only live once and y’all are in your prime years. They go faster than you think. So, as long as everyone is being safe and aren’t actually doing anything disrespectful in my backseat I don’t mind.” She smiled, kindly. The conversation continued for the remaining 5 minutes until she pulled in front of Matt’s apartment building. “Have a good night you two. Be safe.” She winked. Giggling you got out thanking her, approving of Matt’s 5 star review and generous tip once you made it in the elevator. Your hand was clasped in his, thighs involuntarily rubbing together at the tension, having to behave with all your might thanks to the elderly couple who accompanied you.

As soon as the door to his apartment was closed and your shoes were discarded his mouth was back on yours, stealing your breath at the need he conveyed. Untucking your top from the skirt it was discarded on the hardwood, tapping your thighs you took the hint allowing him to wrap your legs around him walking you to his bedroom. It had been the first time you had been back in the apartment since the breakup. Heart aching as your mind flashbacked to Matt swallowing harshly, blinking back his tears, in an attempt to put on a strong front as you walked out.

Luckily, you were quickly teleported back to the present once your back hit his bed, allowing him to pull his shirt off in one movement.

You would never not stare, never could not stare at a shirtless Matt Casey. You had made it a point not to be near him in the locker room recently because it just was not a power you possessed. Not sure how it was a power anyone could possess as your eyes raked over his broad chest, his forearms and hands causing your hips to wiggle slightly. He didn’t let you gaze long though, bending to attack your bare chest. Hand moving between your thighs to learn you weren’t lying earlier, a groan escaping him at the finding. His lips laid kisses all over your breasts, fingers moving to trail down your slit hips immediately jumping.

“So needy.” His free hand squeezed your hip forcing it down, just as he pressed a finger in slowly you let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t enough, you needed more immediately.

“More..” You requested as he curled his finger just right putting more pressure against your waist when your pelvis fought to jerk forward. Obliging, he added a second finger increasing the speed. Your body was begging you to work for it, wanting to rock your hips down to ride his hand but his strong hold was preventing it. A groan fell from your lips the minute his thumb met your clit rubbing soft circles.

“You wanna come on my fingers?” He whispered in your ear, biting it softly. You were breathing heavily, quickly nodding your head yes in response. Your walls clenching when he crooked his fingers once again, so damn close, when he pulled away from you.

“Matt, what the fuck?” You whimpered, squirming under his lustful gaze.

“I don’t think you’re ready yet.” He brushed you off, but the glint in his eye proved how much he enjoyed this and it was clear you were in for a long night, leaning forward he pulled your last piece of clothing down your legs roughly tugging you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, ending on his knees between your legs, and it was a sight to behold. One of your favorites if you were being honest. You were taken back at the lack of teasing the minute Matt shoved his mouth into your pussy, tongue darting out to lick your clit, a wail echoing from your lips, “You taste so damn good, forever my favorite meal, baby.” He praised nipping the sides of your thighs when his finger circled your entrance once again filling you. You directed all your focus towards keeping quiet as the knot grew tighter with every movement, hoping if you didn’t give him any sign of how close you were you could trick him into letting you come, hands twisted tight in the sheets when he sucked your clit finger curling to hit your sweet spot, but at the last second he pulled away, ripping you back from the brink once again.

“Fuck!” You huffed, hand punching the sheets, Matt chuckled above you,

“You’re so cute thinking I don’t know your body like the back of my hand.” And okay while this sucked, cocky Matt was intoxicating.

He edged you three more times and you were so wound up you feared the second he got in you, you would burst. You were physically panting, tears covering the sheets under your head.

“Matt-please. I’ll fucking call Hawkins right now.” You bargained, and despite the jealously that flashed deeper on his face he grinned smugly.

“You think threatening me right now is a good idea?” His eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know! I just need something, anything please.” Your thighs squeezed together begging for friction. Your eyes traveled down the man’s body, hardness in his jeans more than evident and you reached out towards him, missing the feeling of him in your hand, getting to watch his face scrunch in pleasure with just a flick of your wrist, but he caught your hand.

“Tonight’s about you baby, and making you wonder why you’d ever want someone else to put their dick in you.” He winked, his words actually surprised you. He was never this territorial over you, but it lit an even bigger fire inside of you. “Tell me what you want.” He ordered hands resting against the edge of the bed.

“You, right now. Anyway you’ll give it to me.” You wasted no time in answering, batting your eyelashes.

Smiling he finally pulled his jeans and boxers down allowing the bulge in his pants room breathe, tip red and dripping, moving to hover on top of you, he teased his cock through your wetness appreciating the way your cheeks flushed, his pupils dark not allowing you much time to drool, “Condom?” He asked, seemingly forgetting until this point not used to having to use them with you since you were on birth control, “I’m sure Severide has some.” You could see the hurt in his eyes from having to ask, and it made your heart ache in turn, but you shook your head,

“I’ve made everyone else wear one.” You explained, hooking your legs around his hips and his relief was obvious.

“Ready?” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, a welcoming softness in a tension filled room.

“God, yes.” You wiggled your hips attempting to angle him in.

At the confirmation Matt thrusted deep into you pulling a gasp out of you at the roughness. You could vividly remember the first time Matt and you had sex. Gentle, intimate, loving after years of longing and avoiding the inevitable between you two. Completely different than right now. You wouldn’t be surprised if tomorrow you found marks from the Captain’s fingers around your hips pulling you towards him feverishly, everytime his dick thrusted forward into you, and it was exactly what you needed. It took a whole two seconds for you to fill the room with moans, allowing him to manhandle you from the start. He maneuvered your legs from his hips to his shoulders enabling him to go deeper, screaming when he thrusted his hips the perfect way, “Matt-oh my god,“ your body was tightening embarrassingly fast.

“Yeah, baby?” He gritted, and you were extremely impressed at how well he was keeping his composure tonight.

“You’re so fucking good.” You complimented through ragged breaths, eyes tightly shutting at the growing pressure.

“Go and fuck whoever you want, but you’re always gonna end up back here, baby. Cause nobody can fuck this pussy better than me, huh? Tell me I’m right baby girl, you don’t come until you do.” He bargained, pulling out so just the tip was in you, slowing down his thrusts. You didn’t want to give in, to give him the satisfaction regardless of it being the truth, but based on how he was acting tonight you really believed if you didn’t confirm his suspicions he wouldn’t let you come, and you just might actually die if that was the case. Literally whining, tears springing to your eyes, your feet dug into his shoulders in an attempt to make him go deeper. So fucking close, your muscles hurt from the strain of being so tightly wound time and time again, “Sweetheart, I can come just like this right now if you want me to. Be like every other guy you’ve been with recently. Is that what you want?” His tone was dripping in arrogance and his shallow thrusts were successfully torturing you. How this side of him could be completely infuriating but completely erotic at the same time was beyond your comprehension at the moment. You had never been so distraught, allowing your pride to go out the window without a second thought.

“Matt-“ you felt the tears starting to run down your face, “please. It’s you- it’s yours. Need you, always need you. Please let me come.” Your breathing was ragged, hips doing their best to entice him closer, pull him in on their own accord.

“Good girl.” He praised leaning down to kiss the tears away softly, “you’re so damn pretty.” He smiled genuinely, studying your features.

“Fuck me, Captain.” You smirked, although enjoying the snippet of fluff. Laughing, Casey returned to his previous position.

“Remember you asked for it.” He teased throwing you a wink before flipping you over on your stomach, ramming into you harder this time. The bunch of nerves you had felt plenty of times tonight already quickly returning full force, Matt was finally starting to lose his cool, grunts falling from his lips.

“Fuck, [Y/N].” Looking over your shoulder you could see his eyes were between your legs intently watching where you two met, a sight you wish you had the ability to see.

“Matt-“ a broken sob fell from your lips, “so close.” You were attempting to move your hips with his but the brutal pace he had set was hard to match. He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you up against his chest. Pressing the fingers from his right hand against your clit, rubbing soft circles.

“Go ahead, gorgeous.” He encouraged into your ear kissing the back of your neck, seconds later your body practically convulsed finally letting go, back arching off into his chest, a loud moan echoing in the room. Matt having to hold you up completely as you worked through your high. He followed soon after filling you with warmth every time his dick twitched. A feeling you missed more than you’d like to admit.

You lay in silence after collapsing on the mattress, legs shaking, Casey’s head dug into your neck trying to resurrect his breath, heart beating rapidly against your back. The intensity finally dwindling, causing an unwelcome sob to break out of you at the sudden change of environment. Matt’s head shot up at the sound.

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, was it too much?” Matt’s body went rigid concern lighting his eyes, as he took your face between his hands.

“No, not at all. It was incredible. I’m sorry, I’m being ridiculous.” You tried to brush him off, a wet laugh coming out, attempting to get out from under him and off the bed.

“No, come here. Talk to me.” He repositioned you so you were now laying on top of him against his chest. Holding you tightly.

“It’s just…I’ve had the most terrible week. Truly awful and all I’ve wanted, all I’ve craved every single day was a Matthew Casey hug.” You sniffed, shaking your head embarrassingly. His arms tightened around you at your confession, dropping a kiss against your head, and the familiarity did exactly as you assumed it would, tension releasing from your body, relaxation taking over in its place.

“Baby, I’ll I’ve wanted to do this week is give you a hug. I’m right here. I’m always right here. No matter what, I’m yours, baby, and I will wait however long it takes for you to come back to me and realize that I’m the guy for you.” His hand was trailing soothingly up and down your back.

“I’m just scared, Matt.” You had never given him a true reason for leaving, claiming you just didn’t know if you felt right in a relationship at the time.

“Of what?” He asked.

“Having to watch you run into burning buildings has never been my favorite regardless of how good you look in bunker gear, but..after Otis it’s just been unbearable, and I just thought maybe if I broke it off it would get easier. It would just feel uneasy like with Kelly or Stella rather than crippling.” You explained, emotions getting the better of you as you thought back to losing Otis and having to watch Katie crumble.

Chloe had the same thoughts and luckily for Cruz she learned to accept it, but she also didn’t have to physically witness it. She didn’t have to worry every time Boden’s face ticked with concern when he didn’t like something. Didn’t have to count down the seconds waiting for him to reappear in the smoke when Boden pulled them. Didn’t have to beg your shaking hands to stay steady and focus on the patient when you heard an accidental pass alarm.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me this?” His voice was so calm, so full of sympathy.

“What were you gonna do, Matt?” He wasn’t going to stop being a firefighter and you’d never want him to.

“I don’t know.” He admitted, “Has it worked?” It was a question he didn’t want to ask, but one he needed an answer to.

“Far from it,” you shook your head swallowing more tears, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it, losing Otis, watching everyone fall apart maybe it’s something I need to talk to someone about, but regardless it’s just made me realize god forbid something did happen I’d be so pissed I didn’t spend everyday with you that I could. I love you with my entire being Matthew Casey, and I think it’s pretty clear that’ll never stop.” You finally looked up at him.

“This is the dick lust talking isn’t it?” He joked after a beat of silence allowing you to laugh, smacking him in the chest. “I promise I will do everything I can to always come out for you.” He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear closing his eyes to kiss you on the head.

“I think jealous Matt is my new favorite Matt.” You grinned eyes sparkling.

“Hawkins is just lucky his face is still intact.” He growled, only confirming your new opinion.

“I’m hungry.” You attempted to steer off the topic, accompanied by your stomach rumbling.

“We did put in quite a workout.” Matt joked kissing your cheek, “I can order some pizza let me just see if Severide is home.” He jumped up to put a pair of sweatpants on, throwing you a Chicago Fire sweatshirt of his basking in his scent overwhelming you.

“God bless him if he is.” You winced thinking back to his comment in the bar earlier. Throwing the piece of clothing on as Matt disappeared into the hallway.

Two minutes later the man in question appeared in your doorway, arms crossed against his chest, a cocky look on his face.

“You seriously need to learn these walls aren’t soundproof.” He quipped, forcing a blush on your cheeks.

“You know what? You had to have seen the trail of clothes when you got home you knew what you were getting into.” You defended, shrugging.

“I’m just kidding, I got home like two minutes ago. Figured I’d give you some time when neither of you happened to come back to the bar.” He laughed when you rolled your eyes, walking to sit on the bottom of the bed, “I’m sorry for telling him about Hawkins by the way. I was just trying to kick his ass into gear.”

“Alright, it’s ordered, 35 minutes.” Matt announced as he reappeared in the room, climbing back into his bed beside you pulling you into his side.

“Casey, your girl almost took down an attorney today. Who by the way wasn’t very happy when you never returned.”

It was a perfect end to a not so perfect week.

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winchesterszvonecek · 4 months

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"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]

A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him

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You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.

And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.

Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.

“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.

Again.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.

“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.

Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.

“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”

You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.

Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.

“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”

You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.

You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.

“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.

The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.

“Same time next shift?”

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sjhhemmings · 4 months

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Hi i hope you're doing ok, i was just wondering if you could do a Matt Casey x reader where the reader is in a wheelchair from an accident and she comes to 51 for the first time since the accident

Fighter

Matt Casey x Reader

a/n: thanks so much for the request! I hope this is what you were looking for!!

warning: fluffy

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back? We can wait if you aren’t ready-”

“I’m ready. I can’t be trapped in these four walls for another day.” You call back to your husband as you finish your hair.

“Okay. How do I look?” You ask rolling yourself into the living room to show your him.

“Absolutely perfect.” He says bending down to kiss your cheek.

Once you arrive at the firehouse, you had Matt push you up the apparatus. You weren’t feeling uneasy until now. Nervous butterflies littering your stomach.

“Wait.” You say making your husband stop once you’ve made it in the garage.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“What are they going to think?” You mutter quietly looking up at him.

Bending down on one knee, Matt combs his fingers through your hair.

“That you’re a fighter. One of the bravest most stubborn people we know. Only you would be able to come out of an accident that left you with a 5% chance of survival. Then the first thing you do after only being home for a week from the hospital, is come back to the place your passion first started? You’re a fighter, Y/N.” He says placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you. I’m ready.” You say with a deep breath.

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kiddbegins · 5 months

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You can take it - Matt Casey [18+]

Requested: yes

Word count: 3,072

Warnings:… smut [teasing, degrading, praise, overstimulation, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it), brief oral - f receiving, dirty talk, lots of begging..], cocky!matt 🫠

A/n: ohhhh my gooooood

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Laying in bed with your boyfriend was the best part of your day. Always was. Especially when you just wanted to feel him around you in every way possible. Currently he had his arm under your neck, hand properly in your hair, just absentmindedly carding it through his fingers.

The opposite arm was resting on your hip, hand intertwined with yours as you let out a soft sigh. “You know what would look,” You started, pulling his hand just slightly up your side. Matt hummed faintly, glancing down at you regardless of the fact he couldn’t see your face. “Really good around my neck?”

For some reason just feeling Matt’s skin against yours had arousal bubbling in your abdomen, shifting just slightly to look up at him. His eyebrows were pulled together, eyes locked into yours. Gently you pulled at his fingers, the realization hitting on his face, “Oh-” In all honesty, he’d never even thought about choking.

Sure, he’d seen it done plenty of times in the porn he’d seen, but actually doing it? That was a different level. But as you nodded, dropping his hand and leaning over him to kiss him, he decided that he would do literally anything you wanted.

Not that that wasn’t already true. He’d find a way to walk on water if you had asked him to. But now, as your lips locked onto his, the roughness grew until he couldn’t stand being underneath you anymore.

Easily he flipped you onto your back, fingers trailing over your hips and up your sides. Matt slipped his hand under the loose shirt of his that you had on, “God you look so good in my clothes.” He muttered, leaving small marks from your jaw and down your neck that were certainly going to be there tomorrow.

That was his thing, he loved making sure everyone that worked with you knew that just because you were a bartender at a club didn’t mean you were free for them to grab at. You were taken and by a guy that would not hesitate to break someone’s face in for you.

“I think I look better without them,” You whispered in his ear, hearing the deep breath he sucked in. As smoothly as he could, he lifted the t-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it blindly to the side, face immediately going to your cleavage.

Now, you weren’t exactly cursed with a small chest and Matt would gladly live in the valley of your breasts if he could. One of his hands lifted, massaging one of them, his lips trailing underneath the other before they caught onto the nipple.

If he had the chance to get his mouth on you he took it and you adored every second of it. “Matt…” Your voice was breathy, back lifting into his touch as he softly sucked, a whine making its way through your lips.

Matt shifted himself between your legs, nudging them apart with his knee. Without much thinking you bucked your hips down, craving some sort of friction on your heat that only he could give you. And he did, moving his own down, the bulge under his sweatpants rubbing across you.

It wasn’t enough though, your hands snaking their way down, pulling him back against you with a press on his lower back. “You got yourself all worked up haven’t you?” Matt hummed, pulling away to get his own shirt off, a hand sliding over your shoulder.

He knew where you wanted him to touch you. And he could almost tell how badly but instead Matt pulled away, standing to kick his sweatpants off. You figured he’d come right back to you but instead, he grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

A gasp slipped from your mouth as he leaned forward, kissing along your stomach before reaching your mouth again. “Now where did you want these?” He mumbled against your lips, ghosting his fingertips over every possible bit of open skin he could.

Down your sides, up your thighs, just barely touching your skin as he slid his palm up your stomach. Every ghost of a touch brought goosebumps to your body. “Matt please,” You pleaded, the only layers of clothing on either of you feeling like a tease all of its own.

“Please what princess? Touch you?” Matt’s eyebrow cocked up as he pulled your hips flush to the end of the mattress. “Cause I can touch you.” He just slowly pushed up, his barely covered length rubbing against the exact place you wanted, no, needed him.

You let out a whine, squirming slightly which did nothing but make him push you down by the waist. “Oh c’mon, you can take my teasing can’t you? You’re usually so good about it.” Matt dragged his palm down, gripping tightly at your upper thigh.

His thumb slid up the soaking piece of clothing you still had on, circling your clit just slightly before he pulled away. “Or are you feeling like a little slut tonight? I mean coming onto me about wanting my hand around your throat? Can’t get any worse than that.” Matt watched as your face twisted up, aching for anything more.

As soon as you tried to rock up against him he sighed, “I guess that answers that question, can barely use your words and you want me to believe you can take it tonight?” The cockiness that came out of him when he was horny was something nobody would ever believe.

This was Matt Casey, Lieutenant Matt Casey that was nothing but a leader and front man for his firefighters. But when he was with you? The nastiest words that came out of his mouth felt like they were getting spit right onto your cunt and he knew it.

God did he know how you got when he spoke to you the way he was. “I can.” You muttered, breath already heavy as you tried to control the way your body felt like it was burning. Matt tilted his head, lifting an eyebrow.

“What was that?” He leaned forward, knowing that him pressing against you was only working you up more but that’s exactly what he wanted. “You what?”

Thickly you swallowed, throbbing against him. “I can take it.” You reiterated, voice filled with desperation. “Please, Matt.” You bit at your lip, hands planted on the mattress next to you to keep from traveling down your own body.

Softly he hummed, fingers finally looping into the upper band of your underwear, just slightly pulling at them. “Oh you can?” Matt spoke, pulling the final layer off of you, hands instantly going right underneath the wetness.

You nodded instantly, his fingers inching closer to your entrance and it felt like if you had to wait any longer you’d explode. “Yes, yes I can, Matt just – fuck please.” Your pleading only did so much, the man obliging in the slightest as he let just his thumb land on the sweet spot you’d been dying for him to actually touch.

He barely moved it, painfully slowly encircling you. It was obvious from the look on your face that it wasn’t enough, that you wanted more and more but with Matt, the build up was what mattered the most.

“I could see how wet you are without even having to touch you, such a dirty girl,” He mumbled, leaning over you slightly, “Aren’t you?” His words were rhetorical, eyes moving down your body, soaking all of you in.

Matt sighed, slightly picking the pace up as he touched you, unsure how long he’d be able to hold off, his cock already aching and no doubt bright red as he worked you over. “Matt baby, please, I need you.”

Him touching you could only go so far, you wanted him deep and buried inside of you. “I’m not exactly done with you yet,” He was quick to respond, too busy enjoying the way you were practically squirming trying to get more friction.

That of course only made his other hand grip at your hip, tightly pushing it down, “Stay still or you won’t get anything that you want.” His threat pulled a whimper from you, fighting to stop your movements. “There you go, such a good slut for me, hm?” He hummed, rolling his thumb over you quicker as a slight reward.

Just as soon as he’d done that he fully pulled his hands away, instead shifting to kiss down your stomach, eyes up on your face as your breathing picked up. He knew how worked up you got with his mouth on you.

So it wasn’t that shocking that you felt his hot breath on your already aching skin followed by his tongue gliding through your slit. “Fuck–” Your breath caught, forcing your eyes shut to keep your body from lifting or even moving against the bed.

It wasn’t easy, each movement pushed you closer to breaking his one request. “Matt please,” You could barely focus on his movements, his tongue coming up to flick over your swollen and red bud. “I can’t–” A knot slowly built itself in your stomach, willing to be pushed over the edge.

But just like he knew what got to you, Matt always knew when you were close. So with one last kiss to your clit he stood again, the air now cold where his mouth had been. “I guess you’ve been good enough tonight,” He stated, slipping out of his boxers, finally letting himself free.

You couldn’t bite back the whine of desperation that grew as your eyes fell on his length. A smirk grew on his face as he stepped towards the end of the bed again. “Now, if I’m gonna give you what you want, you’re gonna give me what I want.” Matt trailed his fingers up you, cupping your cheek.

“Anything, just please fu–”

“Fuck you, I know baby, and I will, as long as you let everyone know who is fucking you.” He slid his hand from your face to the side of your neck, leaning down to kiss you. “Can you do that for me?” His voice was raspy, so filled with lust that you could have came untouched just hearing it in your ear.

Instantly you nodded, willing to agree to anything if it meant him in you. “Yes, yes, I can.” You didn’t have a chance to get anything else out, Matt slipping into you slowly, your head falling back.

A low groan built in Matt’s throat, having to still inside you to keep from busting right then and there. “God, you always feel so good around me.” He leaned his head down, just slightly rolling his hips forward.

“Matt–”

He shifted slightly, letting his hand splay on your chest, just inches from where you wanted it earlier, and where you still wanted it now. But of course he wasn’t going to give in that easily. And you could tell with each painstakingly slow thrust that he was going to take his time with this the same way as he did his teasing.

Your hands went up to his arm, squeezing, finding anyway to ground yourself to him that wasn’t in the way of pleasure forcing itself through your body. But his every touch made your skin burn, like it was all on fire.

You were a flame and he was the oxygen that kept it going. He didn’t seem to mind the way you let your other hand slide across your chest, just wanting to feel something more, anything. And your fingers trailing over your boobs did just that, a guttural moan escaping your mouth.

“Baby please go faster,” Your words were low but he heard them, just slightly building himself up, your legs hiking up around him. Each thrust felt like he was trying to get you over the edge but none did it, the feeling instead coercing through your veins.

His name was pulled out of you again, louder as his free hand lapped at your clit, slowly and in the opposite way his hips moved against yours. “You like that?” Matt looked down at you, twisting his fingers around you as he did. “When I touch you like this?” He cocked his eyebrow up.

“Y- yes, god so much.” Your words were mixed with moans as he sped up, unable to keep up the teasing thrusts, his own arousal building as he let out a heavy breath. “God, Matt, you’re–” You got cut off with a scream as he shifted, hitting that sweet spot right inside of you.

There was no way those living around you didn’t hear the way his name flew out of your mouth, hell, it’d be insane if they couldn’t hear the way your skin was slapping together. The slickness doing nothing but making it easier for him to slide in and out.

Just as you started to build up again, you looked up at Matt, grabbing his wrist. It wasn’t enough, you needed his hand. Matt wrapped it just enough around your throat, using the grasp to brace himself as he jutted forward harsher, your entire body shifting underneath him.

You gazed up at him, entire body overwhelmed as you grew closer and closer, “Tighter,” You moaned out, his name following as you felt his grip tighten just enough that you instantly clenched around him.

His name filled the room, moans mixing together with his as he worked you through it. “You just love when I have my hand around you, hm? Love being here for my own discretion?” Matt leaned forward, biting at your shoulder. “Being a dirty whore for me?”

You whimpered softly, nodding. How did you end up here? Casually saying that hey, your hand around my neck would be nice to him pumping into you so hard you knew you were going to be sore before the night was even over.

Not that you were complaining, every movement that he did made your heart race, one final squeeze of his hand officially sending you over the edge.

Every part of you shook, your heels digging into Matt’s lower back as you lifted slightly, being pushed back down as he continued into you.

There was no way he was one and doning you, no, he had plans now. And it was obvious from the way he didn’t stop, didn’t slow that he was sure he was going to get you through it more than once. More than twice. Maybe even more than three times.

And that just made your pussy ache more than it already was. You were already dripping and the whoreish sounds coming from both your body and mouth practically shoved Matt over the edge.

His voice was low as your name slipped like honey off of his lips, his face pressing to your skin as he fucked you through his own orgasm. His warmth filled you up and you didn’t even care that he hadn’t pulled out.

You didn’t care if this ended with you pregnant. All that mattered was how good everything felt. And god did it feel amazing. Matt’s thrusts only slightly slowed in an attempt to catch his breath, his hands still clamped onto you.

That’s the only reason you knew he wasn’t pulling out anytime soon. And that you were definitely in for at least a handful of more rounds.

“You feel so fucking good Matt Jesus—“ You groaned out loudly, face red as you reached up and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Your lips together always felt like someone set off fireworks and shoved you two together as they went off. Practically heaven on earth.

Plus when you were together at the same time? Matt was basically a fucking angel. Literally. He pulled back, pulling you up. “You still doing okay?” He whispered, making sure he wasn’t being too rough during all of this.

And he wasn’t. It was the perfect mixture of roughness that had you weak in the knees for him. And as you nodded he peppered an army of kisses over your face.

Gently he slid out of you, standing and holding out his hand to pull you to your feet. He was aware at how wobbly you were but in seconds you were pushed against the wall with his chest to your back, his arms wrapped around you tightly anyway.

His mouth left hot kisses over your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way as he moved up to suck a mark onto your neck. “You’re so beautiful baby,” his words mumbled against your skin.

All you could do was hum, your body still sensitive as his hands caressed everywhere he could touch. “So, so beautiful.” Matt continued under his breath before pushing back into you.

A moan slid off his lips, reverberating on your skin as he trailed his hand back up your chest. “You have been doing…” a soft bite to the shoulder, “so good for me.” A firm thrust, his hand properly grabbing at your throat in time.

Your knees wobbled as you braced yourself to the wall, Matt’s thrusts almost bringing tears to your eyes. He relentlessly moved against you, holding onto you tightly, the exact way he knew you wanted.

Somehow the blonde was always, always so detail oriented. His fingers traced or touching exactly where they needed to, like he knew exactly what buttons to press to make you orgasm again and again.

Like how right now his grip was just tight enough that you were already building up a second time, the dopamine rushing through your veins. “Matt, Matt I’m already close I—“ Your word loud against the wall as his other hand snaked over your hips, holding you tautly to him.

“Go ahead princess,” He hummed, the breath on the back of your neck being the final nail as your knees buckled, vibrating against him as you fell into pieces under his touch.

Your eyes saw white as your orgasm crashed over you, forehead leaning onto the wall along with a string of profanities.

And he didn’t stop, face twisting up as he continued into you. “Matt-“

“You wanted this right? To cum oh so badly.” He hummed, the two of you ready for an incredibly long night that would have you aching for at least the next two days.

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themultifandomgal · 10 months

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Matt Casey- Hospital Hostage

"What have we got?" I ask Brett who's pushing in the gurney

"John Doe. Gunshot wound to the abdomen. Intubated in the ambo"

"Maggie?"

"Trauma room 2. I'll page Dr Rhodes" Maggie tells me. Before I know it my brother is in the room

"3, 2, 1" he says and we move the victim onto the bed. Connor assessed the wound "we needs to get up to surgery" Connor pulls the railings up on the bed

"YN can you come to the nurses desk?" Maggie asks peaking her head in

"Errm..."

"It's fine go. We'll be ok" April says taking my spot

"If your sure"

"Yes go" I leave trauma room 2 and head to the nurses desk when I see my ex Jordan. Confused I walk over to him him

"What are you doing here?" I cross my arms over my chest

"To bring you home"

"Home? I haven't lived there for 2 years. Since you were having sex with my best friend in our bedroom"

"Come on baby it was a mistake"

"Leave. Now before I call security" I turn around and start to walk away when I hear a click and screams

"Turn around and face me" slowly I turn around to face him "well at least you still fucking listen"

"Oh my god" Maggie gasps putting her hands up as Jordan points the gun at her

"Phones now" Jordan shouts. Everyone in the room pushes their phones towards us "pick them up!" Jordan nods towards Maggie who quickly picks the phones up and walks to the nurses desk

"YN lock the front doors"

"I can't do that. There's sick people on their way here. Put the gun down and we can talk"

"No!" He now points the gun towards me "no it's to fucking late for that. You had your chance to come home"

"So what's your plan here? You gonna shoot me? Because if you do you'll be going to jail for a very long time. You don't want that. So put the gun down" Jordan looks panicked. He looks around the room and grabs a young girl, late teens maybe

"Get down. All of you" he shouts putting the gun to the girls temple

"Ok. Ok" we all lower ourselves slowly. Maggie and I sit next to one another "why are you doing this? Why now?"

"You've moved on. Your fucking someone else. Your meant to be my girlfriend"

"Ok ok you have me. I'll break up with my boyfriend and I'll go with you" Jordan starts laughing like a mad man. He pushes the teenage girl down who crawls back to a woman who I'm guessing is her mother

"No because the only reason you want to come with me is because of this" Jordan waves his gun around

"Fine. Then just take me hostage. I'll go with you quietly wherever you want. The police won't find us, but if you carry this on the police will arrive and there's only one of you"

"Fuck" he groans

"Look around there's so many sick people in here who will die without treatment"

"I can't do that! Fuck!"

"I pressed the emergency button. Intelligence will be here soon" Maggie whispers

"Shut up shut up or I'll shoot"

Sirens are heard, getting closer and closer

"Who the fuck rang the police!" Jordan yells

"Your not letting people into the hospital. Someone outside probably rang them"

"Shut the hell up!" Jordan points the gun to me again

"Mags we gotta get people out of here"

"Got anything in mind?"

"I'll distract him, you get people out the front"

"Ok be careful" Maggie squeezes my hand. I get up and slowly walk over to Jordan

"Jordan please. People are going to die if you carry on. Look I'll go with you, wherever you want to go. I might not be in love now but I'm sure if you took me away somewhere I'll fall in love with you again"

"You don't mean that"

"I do. I promise you I do. Just put the gun down and we can leave together" Jordan holds the gun towards the floor and pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him and look at Maggie who's letting intelligence in. Jordan may not be pointing at anyone now but he's still holding the gun. I pull away from him and take a step back

"Put the gun down!" Voight shouts

"You bitch" I close my eyes and hear a gun shot, but no pain. Slowly opening my eyes I look at the floor and see Jordan's lifeless body

"YN you ok?" Jay walks up to me slowly

"Yeah" I nod my head a little "I'm ok"

"Erin let Matt in he's going bat shit crazy out there" Erin walks out and in runs Matt. I run towards Matt, wrapping my arms around his neck. Tears run down my face as I burry it in his neck

"Shhh shhh your ok. Your ok" he runs a hand in my hair trying to calm me down

"YN take the rest of the day off" I hear Goodwin say to me but I don't acknowledge her

"How did you know what was going on?" I ask Matt

"Voight rang us to be on stand by just in case things escalated. Come on let's get you home" I give a little nod but cling on to Matt as he carries me outside

"Phone if you need anything" I hear Severide tell Matt

"Thank you. See you tomorrow"

With that Matt carries me to his car and drives us home.

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poppadom0912 · 9 months

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By my side

Characters: Kelly Severide x Platonic!Reader, Matt Casey x Platonic!Reader, Sylvie Brett x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: Toxic men, abuse, protective firefighters.

Summary: You should've been better but at least your family is by your side.

A/N: For the sake of this, there'll be two ambulances which means two PIC's.

This has been sitting in my drafts for months unfinished and I suddenly decided to finish it after work on the train. Also couldn't be asked to proofread so sorry for any mistakes!! And I know this aesthetic thing sucks but it's been a long day and I'm tired, so sorry again. 😅😅

Being a paramedic had always been your dream.

Growing up in a first responder household: firefighter dad and patrol officer mum, paramedics were a constant presence around them. So, it was only natural that was were you gravitated towards.

Following this, working at firehouse 51 was a given since that was where your father was a Captain at till he became battalion chief and moved to another house.

Your family had history in this house, making it somewhat sacred ground for anyone who shared your family's surname.

Yes, there had been times when you had to prove your worth and that you weren't a nepo baby but your family in everything but blood were always somehow five steps ahead of you.

So it only made sense that when you started to skip going to Molly's and skimping on details about what you did during your day offs, that they were concerned and confused to say the least.

Six months later, after nearly holding an intervention, you introduced everyone to your boyfriend Mason.

It was safe to say, everyone had their suspicions, even after being together for a year. All of which you excused, diverting and switching blame.

*****

You thought that you were finally happy with how everything in your life was settling but all of a sudden, fate decided that stability wasn't necessary for you.

Shouting and constant arguing should've been the first sign, blaring as bright as the sun, warning and shouting at you to break it off before reaching the one year mark but you briskly ignored it and marched on.

Then, the drinking problems, anger problems and impatience were made alight when you started living together. (he invited you to move in with him when celebrating one year together)

You found yourself not liking the man he started becoming the longer you were together. It irked you to no end and you constantly were skittish around him, finding it harder to have a civil conversation with him the more time passed.

It seemed that your feelings somehow transferred themselves over to your work life because you were suddenly snapping at the stand-in paramedic for Sylvie when she was sick for a petty reason.

The PIC in you forced you to immediately apologise before Kelly dragged you into his office, Matt following without a word.

Naturally, the three of you including Sylvie had a bond of 'commanding officers' as you were all in charge in some degree and over several years, the work relationship blossomed and the four of you were as thick as thieves.

It also helped that Matt and Kelly worked with your father and knew you from their pre-firefighter and your pre-paramedic days.

Under their concern filled gazes, you found yourself crumbling, eyes all of a sudden filled with tears from the stress of it all.

They couldn't help but confirm their fears which you tried to deny incessantly, for some reason defending Jason and explaining that this could all be fixed and everything would be back to normal in no time.

If only you didn't.

*****

Over the past year, everyone found you changing.

The stern but loving PIC you once were had become but a memory. It was as though you were a shell of your past self, something of which you agreed with.

Mason was draining the life out of you and the only time you weren't losing yourself to him was during your 24 hour shifts before being surrounded by him for the next 48.

You tried your best to leave, you really did but at some point in your now two year relationship, things took an abrupt turn and Mason had become this toxic, controlling man who has a newfound urge to resort to violence when you were being your true self.

Being PIC meant you had an amount of power under your title and after many years of work, you had perfected your nature. It's why you and Sylvie were so good at what you did; you used force when necessary and compassion was always on hand.

Over the course of the past year, you found yourself on the end of many interventions held by Matt, Kelly and Sylvie.

With all the reasons in the world, they argued and argued with you, laying out the easiest ways to break you free. They were as desperate as you were at this point to get you to break up with Jason. They missed and needed the old you back.

Unbeknownst to you, they schemed behind your back, trying and failing to convince you to leave Mason for good but you found yourself pathetically laughing at them before going home to endure hell.

You struggled to understand your behaviour. Abuse to this degree was something you never you experience firsthand and you would never wish it upon your worst enemies.

On sleepless nights, you constantly contemplated why you wouldn't leave. You wanted to, you really did but then you could hear him whisper in your ear and you remained firmly glued to his side.

So badly did you want to rip your arm out his earth shattering grip and run back home, to the safety of love and familiarity.

Your final decision was set in stone when he finally made his mark a month ago, fingertips bruised into your wrist when he wouldn't let you leave his car in front of the firehouse.

"Alright then, thank you for dropping me off. I'll see you tomorrow." You said, pressing your lips together in a tight smile, hand reaching for the door handle while the other fiddled with the handle of your tote bag.

He replied with something, you weren't too sure because you were already out the car, closing the door with practised precision and gentleness.

Your expressionless face brightened at the sight of your colleagues/friends/basically siblings at this point. The firehouse and all its inhabitants were truly your saving grace and without it, you weren't too sure where you would be.

Just as you were going to walk up the apron to meet them halfway, you were being pulled back by a random force. It was so sudden that you dropped your bag, your things spilling out as they rolled away.

You yelped, attracting the attention of those who weren't previously paying attention to your arrival in their mortal enemies car.

Scrunching your eyebrows, you turned to Mason in confusion, your eyes following the hand gripping your wrist to his face you were once infatuated with.

"What the hell Mason?!" You said with gritted teeth, trying to escape but he wouldn't let go. "Stop, your making a scene."

Before he could reply, several shouts came from behind you and before you knew it, you were being pulled into comforting arms as big and bulky men dealt with Mason.

"Oh Y/N." Sylvie's heart melted for you while it ignited in flames because of Mason. With your bag in one of her hands, she somehow collected all of your things, she brought you into her arms and hugged you tighter than a koala.

"Let me see your hand." She muttered under her breath, unbothered by the fuming men huddling around you in a protective barrier, on guard as they watched Matt and Kelly deal with Mason on the street.

She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth at the finger shaped bruise on your wrist, you copying her when she lightly touched it. Despite her angelic exterior, you saw a red glint flash across her eyes, one you rarely saw but had seen several times before on the rare occasion.

If this was her reaction, then you were dreading Matt and Kelly's.

And your feelings were very much justified because as soon as they sent Mason away, you found yourself being subject to a very strong worded conversation.

They played the role of overprotective brothers perfectly. With the help of detectives who you were lucky to call good friends, your plan was set in stone and would take a week to fully come together.

Despite how meticulously everything was planned, you somehow ended up in the emergency room. Surrounded by doctors and nurses you recognised, you felt their sympathy and felt nearly emotional with the care that greeted you.

Thanking Maggie, you smiled and watch the charge nurse leave but you weren't alone for even a minute before three certain people came barging in.

With wide eyes, they drank in your slouched figure.

Matt looked alarmed, Kelly disgruntled and Sylvie on the edge of a breakdown.

You choked out a watery laugh, harshly swallowing back tears as you shook your head and blinked repeatedly. Releasing a shaky breath, you felt your chest tighten as your oxygen was constricted before it was all treated when enveloped in the loving arms of your 'siblings'.

Had it not been for your intense emotional state, you would've barked out in laughter at the anger displayed by Kelly who imitated a caged lion, Matt who spewed words Hank Voight would find offensive and Sylvie who played parts of a mother comforting their daughter but also Satan prepared to burn and punish sinners.

Your pain was muted by their presence alone. With their constant love and never-ending companionship by your side, you were sure to heal.

#one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #onechicago #chicago fire x reader #chicago fire #platonic imagine #platonic love #x reader #kelly severide x reader #matt casey x reader #sylvie brett x reader

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deanstead · 1 year

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Bad Feeling

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: yes by anon

Summary: Matt gets an uneasy feeling, which intensifies when he spots Y/N's car at the scene of a multi-vehicle accident.

Square Filled: Hurt/Comfort for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Word Count: 1,324

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of car accidents, injuries

A/N: Some hurt/comfort that has been sitting in my drafts for too long! Also, I'm gonna start tagging my oc (child) characters!

MATT CASEY MASTERLIST

Matt glanced at his phone, the lack of response to his message concerning him just a little. "Get a grip, Matt, maybe she’s driving.” He muttered at himself, just as the bells went off.

All units, Multi-vehicle accident.

With no other time to let his mind wander, Matt hurried towards the truck, nodding at Stella as the sirens sounded and the trucks hurried towards the address that dispatch had given them. But it wasn’t until Stella pulled the truck over at a distance away from the crash that Matt felt an irrational bad feeling blossom in his chest.

Matt pushed the feeling aside as he got out of the truck, wondering what the hell was wrong with him today. But he didn’t have long to be distracted as they immediately got to work.

He’d just sent most of them off in pairs when he spotted it - the flash of color, the partial license plate that sent his heart down to his stomach, the realization that the bad feeling was no longer irrational, while there was a crashing in his ears.

Stella spotted the car almost at the same time that Matt did, her head swiveling back to look at her Captain, but Matt was already on the move, gripping the tool he had in his hand tighter as he avoided people and vehicles alike, before he got there.

“Y/N!”

The car was lying on its side and Matt got on his knees to peer in, his heart thumping hard against his chest even though he’d done this a million times before.

“Alex?”

His four year old blinked back at him, looking alert and Matt’s eyes left Alex just for a second to glance at where you were motionless in the driver's seat up front.

“Hey buddy, you okay?” Matt said, peering in at his son.

“Daddy?”

Matt nodded back at Alex. “Listen, I need you to stay still alright?”

“You get me?” Alex asked, although he didn’t move as his father had instructed, continuing to lie on his stomach.

“Yes, I’m coming to get you, alright? Does anything hurt?"

Alex shook his head slowly and Matt nodded again. “Will you be a brave boy?”

He nodded quietly and Matt turned his attention towards you with a nod at Kelly.

Matt could hear Kelly talking to Alex, so he headed towards the front of the car. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

Matt glanced at Sylvie when you didn’t respond, the unease written all over his face.

“Casey, we got this.” Stella assured him, as the rest of the team worked even faster now, the loud sounds of their tools seeming to overwhelm the sounds of the other truck sirens that were coming to help.

As Cruz pulled off the back door, Kelly reached in for Alex, who was more than happy to wriggle his way towards his favorite uncle.

Kelly pulled Alex into his arms, his eyes raking the little boy for any sign of injuries before Violet reached them to check him out, Violet then bringing Alex straight to Matt.

“Hey buddy.” Matt said, keeping his voice low even as his eyes darted towards where Stella and Mouch were working on getting you out.

Matt felt the fear spread throughout his body even as he propped Alex into his arms. “He just has a few scratches and he’s fine but we should still go to Med.” Violet told Matt, as if she knew he needed a distraction.

Matt smiled. “Thanks, Violet.”

He offered Alex a reassuring smile, turning his body at an angle so that Alex couldn’t see them lift you out of the car.

Stella looked up with a small shake of her head.

You still weren’t responsive.

“Matt, you can come with us. We should get Alex checked out too.” Sylvie said. With a silent nod from Boden, Matt climbed in after you, reaching forward for your hand quietly, Alex sitting in his lap.

The hardest part for Matt was juggling a toddler and being worried for you, like Matt had to choose between being a father or a husband, when he was both.

You’d been wheeled straight into a treatment room with Connor and Ethan assuring that you were in good hands, while Maggie directed him into a room with Dylan.

“Hey. I’m Dylan. You must be Alex.”

Alex glanced up at Matt who gave him an encouraging nod and Alex smiled back at Dylan.

As Dylan spoke to Alex and checked him out, Matt found his eyes wandering towards the treatment you were in, the hurried movements from across the ED not comforting at all. But he couldn’t leave his son here to go check on you.

“Case.”

Matt heard his best friend’s voice first before he registered his presence.

“Why don’t you go check on her?” Kelly said, reading his thoughts immediately, recalling the time Stella had been brought in. “Alex and I can hang out. What do you say?”

“Yeah!” Alex’s excitement when it came to Kelly had never come more in handy.

“Thanks, Sev.” Matt said, Kelly patting him on the shoulder.

Before he left, Matt pressed a quick kiss on his son's head. "I'll be right back." But Alex didn't seem too bothered, distracted by Kelly and Dylan.

Matt hurried across the ED, just as Connor came out from the treatment room. “Casey, good. I need to bring her up to surgery, alright? There’s some broken bones and she’s bleeding internally. I need to go in and stop the bleeding. Can I do that?”

Matt nodded quickly. “Whatever you have to do, Connor. I…”

Connor nodded back. “Casey, I got her.”

Matt leaned over to give your hand a squeeze, even though you still didn’t seem to be conscious. “Alex and I will be right here, baby.” He whispered, before they quickly wheeled you off.

When you become conscious of your surroundings once again, you were confused at first. Your vision swam for a bit before the ceiling became clearer and your brain registered the smell that could mean you were only in one place - the hospital.

“Y/N?”

You blinked, angling your head to the side as Matt shot out of the chair he was in. You could feel the warmth of his hand and you smiled, your fingers closing around his until the memory of how you got here hit you like it had just happened.

You exhaled sharply and Matt stiffened, frowning.

“Alex. Matt, Alex he… he was in the backseat. He…”

“Shh.” Matt squeezed your hand tighter. “It’s okay. Alex is fine, alright? Kelly just brought him out to get a snack. But he’s fine. Dr Scott looked him over. He had a few scratches but that was it. Breathe.”

Relief flooded your system now as your body relaxed, only the pain left throbbing through your system.

But at least Alex was safe. That was something.

Matt sighed, his hand going to the top of your head as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thank god.” He whispered.

The whisper brought with it the unease and fear he’d been holding on to ever since he’d spotted your car lying on its side in the middle of the road.

“Sorry.” You whispered back, as Matt looked back down at you, as if he was afraid to take his eyes off you.

Matt shook his head with a small smile. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He looked like he wanted to say something more before he was interrupted by Kelly and Alex coming back in. “Mama!”

You smiled, as Matt took Alex from Kelly’s arms.

“Hey you.” Kelly said, leaning in for a gentle hug.

“Thanks Uncle Kelly.” You answered, smiling as Kelly gave you an affectionate tap.

Matt lowered Alex onto your bed where he gently cuddled into your side and Matt just smiled, before he leaned in to put the both of you into his embrace.

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chloe-skywalker · 2 years

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Eyes For You - Matt Casey

Matt x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 235

Summary: Matt and Y/n like eachother but jealously can be a bitch. Will they still have a chance?

Authors Note: I have nothing against Gabby Dawson, I actually liked her character. First Matt Casey Imagine! Feel free to request for him.

Masterlist

Chicago Fire Masterlist

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“Casey?” Y/n was shocked to see him at her door upon opening it after hearing knocking.

“Y/l/n.” Matt gave a nod at hearing her say his last name.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked moving aside to let him in. She had no idea why he’d be here and so late.

“We need to talk.” Matt stated

“About what?” Y/n turned after closing the door to face him with a furrowed brow.

“Us.” he turned to face her fully, placing his hands on his hips.

“Matt, there is no us. You love Gabby and I understand so I’m backing off okay?” Y/n let out a sigh, moving her arms to wrap around herself. She was hoping Matt would take the hint and they wouldn’t have to have this conversation.

Matt squinted confused by the Y/h/c-ed girls words. “Who said I still love Gabby?”

“You and Gabby.” Y/n said confused now.

“No, no that’s not what’s going on. I and Dawson are just friends now. I promise.” Matt shook his head walking closer to her, pulling her into him.

“She said-”

“She’s wrong. I only have eye’s for you.” Matt smiled, also getting a smile out of Y/n.Matt leaned down to kiss her and Y/n gladly reciprocated. Now that things were explained on both sides maybe they could move forward with their relationship.

#y/n #imagines #imagine #x reader #x y/n #chicago fire #chicago fire imagines #chicago fire imagine #chicago #matthew casey #matt casey #matthew casey imagines #matt casey imagine #matt casey imagines #matt casey x reader #matthew casey imagine #matthew casey x reader

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lily-174 · 1 year

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chicago fire masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Kelly Severide

blame

you’re a cop?!

i could’ve lost you

Matt Casey

explosion

Books;

- Something in the Orange

💌: Harley Flores x Matt Casey

on wattpad @Pizzaboyrheewp

Blake Gallo

marry me

(my masterlist stopped working so this is my new one, that’s why there may be blanks)

#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead x reader #chicago fire #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide x reader #matt casey imagines

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senditcolton · 7 months

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touch me like a summer night

we got that heat like the summer and i'm so glad i made you mine

song inspo | word count: 11.4k a/n: yes this is coming out at 10am two days after it was promised but i did promise that you guys would get it so i hope it was worth the wait. i will let you know this is more Casey centric. you know I love Matt but I've been writing so much for him that it was time to give the attention to someone else. it is also my goal in life to turn you all into Casey sluts as well as Marty sluts. hope this accomplishes that goal warnings: it's a threesome fic so, smut, obviously. feminine reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected/creampie. it's a basically filth but with feelings. Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

A pool party. The perfect end to a beautiful summer. Made even better by the people who organized the party. Made even better by the person who invited you.

When your best friend from back home in Vancouver learned that you were moving to New York to pursue your career, you immediately became enveloped in Mathew Barzal’s world. A world that, for you as an outsider invited in, was filled with celebrations of victories, growth coming from defeat, and an insane amount of bonding.

Like this pool party. Mat had told you it was organized by his captain to welcome in the new rookies and give everyone a final chance to relax before the real work began.

But it was still summer. Still time for long weekends and staying out all night and sleeping in. There was still time for you waste by your best friend’s side, joining him as an expected plus-one to team events such as these.

It also meant that you had more time to exist around insanely hot men. Because, yes, you’d be lying through your teeth if being around some of the most attractive people wasn’t an additional perk that came from your longtime friendship with Mathew.

You commended whoever oversaw the picking of the men that made up this team of 20 very handsome individuals and sometimes wondered if visual appeal had been part of the decision-making process. But, more than anything, you wanted to personally shake the hand of whoever it was that brought Matt Martin and Casey Cizikas to Long Island.

While everyone on the roster had a certain appeal to someone, those two…. There was something different about them that made you weak. Perhaps the reason you always thought about them in conjunction with each other was because of their friendship, especially intriguing considering their seemingly contrasting personalities.

Matt Martin was all rough edges and strong energy. He commanded every room he walked into and that domineering power would make any one weak in the knees. Especially when he shoots you that lazy smug smirk of his.

Casey Cizikas on the other hand… there was something about him that you couldn’t quite place. He felt like sunshine incarnate, all gentleness and warmth. While Matt dominated every room he walked into, Casey lit the room up. And the first time Mat introduced you to him, you were certain he lit a fire within you that had yet to go out. But underneath all that light, you could sense a coldness. Like when you get burned by a fire so hot you can’t feel the pain of it. A sense of power that made him dangerous and even more intriguing to you.

They each had you hooked, for many different separate reasons. But combined? There was something there that you wanted to explore. And sometimes you felt like they might feel the same about you.

Or maybe you were simply projecting your lust onto two insanely attractive people who were simply nice to look at. Whatever the reason, you never turned down an invitation to hang out with the Islander team because you knew that they would most likely be there and that always made you giddy.

That being said, you never told Mat your feelings towards his teammates. He didn’t need to know that that took up a major part of your decision making.

You turn to look over at your friend, the steering wheel firmly in his grasp as the breeze blows through the open windows, sunglasses perched on his nose. The suburbs of Long Island pass you by and there’s this feeling in the air that tells you today is going to be special.

“I still don’t understand why you shaved your head again,” you muse, causing a grin to twist onto his lips.

“So concerned with my hairstyle choices,” he teases. “No matter how much dislike you express, it’s not going to magically make it grow back.”

“Doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying,” you quip back, causing his infectious cackle to sound, floating through the summer air. You smile, turning your attention back out the window, watching the scenery pass by you, leading you closer to your destination.

In less time than you expected, Mat turned into Anders’ neighborhood, finding a parking spot on the already crowded street outside his home. You follow him as he wanders straight to the gate leading to the backyard and when a cheer goes up from those already gathered, you can’t help but smile.

Yes, while you enjoyed the superficial perks of being friends with Mat – like parties and being surrounded by attractive people – you were also insanely grateful at how welcoming this group was to you, a purely platonic childhood friend of their star forward. They made you feel like a part of their make-shift family and it made you insanely happy to know that you had a place here with them.

But you are not oblivious to the two pairs of eyes connected to your frame.

Gaining and keeping Marty and Casey’s attention was one of the motives for your choice of bikini and the crochet coverup that feigns modesty. You disguise your smirk as a friendly smile, happy that your actions seemed to be creating the desired outcome. You continue to feel their stares on you as you make your way around the party, greeting everyone and starting small conversations, pretending not to notice.

Matt Martin and Casey Cizikas made you weak in the knees and you were simply excited that their attention was on you. Part of you knew that you would be content if that was all that came out today: a few drinks, a lot of fun, and a little bit of recognition from two handsome men.

But you wouldn’t complain if things escalated a bit beyond lingering glances.

Although that hope is in the back of your mind, you don’t let it infect the entirety of the day, don’t let it control your movements and decisions. You help yourself to the assortment of snacks Anders and Grace provided, along with a more than a few spiked lemonades. You spend time talking to the girls that you had become close with as well as introducing yourself to some of the new faces at the party. You and Mat play (and lose) a two-out-of-three game of chicken with Ilya and his girlfriend Taylor.

And while you are subconsciously aware of the heat of Marty and Casey’s gaze landing on you occasionally, you don’t give them a second glance, wanting to stay in the moment.

However, if you did, their reactions might give you an idea as to where their thoughts were wandering and where the night could possibly be heading.

The way Matt’s jaw clenches every time you bend down to grab another drink out of the cooler. The glint of jealousy in their eyes at your flirty-friendliness towards some of the rookies. The way Casey’s hand tightens around his bottle of beer when you first removed your coverup, adjusting the straps of your bikini before diving into the pool. Their shared glance at the sight of Mat’s hands gripping your thighs as he held you on top of his shoulders.

You didn’t notice any of it, choosing instead to focus on the “right now” instead of the “what if”. It isn’t until you slip away to the hot tub in the corner of Lee’s property, the continual excitement and activity leaving you exhausted, does your mind start to wander and reminisce.

You sigh, taking sip of your spiked lemonade as you stare out towards the distant Long Island coastline. The tang of the drink reminds you of summer, reminds you of the summer that swiftly slipping away.

It was a good summer, overflowing with adventure and enjoyment. But there was something missing. You wanted this summer to be one that you remembered. One that you looked back on with equal parts amusement and perhaps some mortified hindsight because you knew some of the best memories were fueled by wild choices.

Soon the salt air and warm breeze would turn and the cold would come in.

You were ready to make the most of the remaining sunshine.

The golden glow of the sunset seems to encourage you, reminding you that there was still plenty of time left. It is a comforting thought and it allows you to relax, your head resting on your crossed arms that were perched on the edge of the tub, your eyes trained to the horizon.

There is a soft splashing from behind you calling your attention. You only turn your head to look behind you, not bothering to adjust your position. And you feel your heartbeat increase when your eyes land on Matt and Casey slipping into the warm waters. You try not to jerk your gaze back to the sunset, wanting to remain calm and not wanting to notice how they affected you by simply existing in the same space as you.

The soft sounds of their previous conversation float over you, the two of them not even acknowledging you and you find that you don’t mind it. Their deep voices created a comforting white noise, which allows you space to breathe and time to help calm the stuttering of your heart.

You don’t even realize that the focus of their conversation has shifted to you until you finally register the sound of Casey’s soft voice calling your name. You turn your head again, your eyes connecting to his ice blue irises and you must stop them from wandering down the bare expanse of this chest on full display for you to enjoy.

“Still ignoring us?” he asks and although you hear the gentle tease lacing his words, it doesn’t stop the heat from rushing up to the back of your neck.

“Never,” you reply. “You both know you’re my favorite Islanders.”

A chuckle causes your gaze to dart over to Matt and your eyes once again want to wander down, especially considering the nonchalant way his arms are draped over the edges of the hot tub.

“What would poor Barzy think? Knowing his best friend likes us more?” he muses and the heat coursing through your body doesn’t dissipate. If anything, it increases at the sight of that almost dangerous glint in Matt’s eyes. You finally spin your body to face them, sinking into the frothy water before giving a small shrug.

“He can think what he wants.”

Your chirp pulls another small bout of laughter from them both and the smile on your lips grows. The quiet descends over the three of you and you finally let your eyes wander, dancing across their broad frames. You try not to be completely shameless as you admire them but it seems that the alcohol running through your veins threw any subtlety from your body; a suspicion that was all but confirmed with Casey clearing his throat, once again forcing you to make eye-contact. The heat rushes back to your cheeks but your heart also trills when you see no discomfort from either of them in response to your appraisal.

“What were you thinking about? Before this? You looked very wistful when we showed up.”

“Nothing really,” you reply with a small shrug. “Just thinking about the summer. How it’s been so far. What I still want from it before autumn comes.”

“And what is it that you want?”

“Something memorable. An experience that I know won’t happen again any time soon. Something that seems almost too good for it not to be a fantasy.”

If you weren’t already studying their every movement, you would’ve easily missed the quick glance they shared, a silent communication that was built upon their long friendship and a quick understanding as they direct their eyes back onto you. Another bout of scorching heat rushes through your body as you find yourself almost pinned underneath their shared gazes.

“So, favorite Islanders, huh?” Casey asks, repeating the words you first spoke to them. There was nothing different in the words themselves, but they way he said them, the edge that they took falling out his lips immediately caught your attention. “Then why are you sitting so far away?”

The dare is obvious, hanging heavy in the space between you and the two of them. Your eyes dart from Casey to Matt and back again, your mind wondering if this was the beginning of what you hoped it might be or if your alcohol riddled brain was projecting your darkest fantasies onto the current moment.

It takes a second before you decide to take the bait, lifting yourself up, your upper body emerging from the warm water. The combination of the cooling evening air and the weighted gaze of the two men in front of you, practically devouring your body like you had just done to them, cause goosebumps to erupt on your skin as you cross the small expanse of water, turning to settle directly in between them.

Another shiver is sent down your spine as you feel a small droplet fall onto your shoulder, courtesy of Matt’s arm casually draped around you. Your eyes return to Casey, one eyebrow raising in question.

“Satisfied?”

“Never,” he replies, his pale blue eyes now blatantly raking down your body before returning to your face. “But this is a good start.”

“Ignore him,” Matt speaks, calling your attention. “Zeeker likes to have control.”

“Is that so? And you know this how?”

“Experience,” comes his coy reply, leaving you with more questions than answers. Although from the cool casualness of his words, it isn’t hard for you to guess what type of experience he was referring to – a teamwork that extended beyond the public view of the rink and into a more private setting.

“And what about you, Marty?”

“What about me?”

“Do you like to take control as well?” you ask, your eyes sparking with challenge, one which Matt gladly accepts, that smug smirk appearing on his face.

“Yes and no.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Meaning I’m not as… collected as this one,” he explains, his head nodding towards Casey. “But I’m also not about to let you call the shots.”

“Oh, really?” you ask, the electric energy surging as Matt directs his words to you, making it clear that this was more than just conversation. This was persuasion, this was interest being gauged in the subtlest of ways.

The alcohol in your blood makes you desperate and the revelation makes you bold. You lean your body closer to Matt, your hand moving underneath the water before landing on his thigh. You smirk when you see his jaw clench, the reaction only encouraging you to slowly move higher.

“What would you let me do?”

“Careful, sweetheart,” Casey calls to you and your head is once again whipped over to look to him. “Marty isn’t easy to reign in once he has his mind set on something.”

“And who says I want to keep him reigned in?” you shoot back, keeping your hand firmly in place on Matt’s thigh. The throb of your lower stomach increases when you feel Matt shift, his arms dropping into the water, his hands finding your hips. Your fingers flex against the strong muscle of his upper thigh and that small subtle movement seems to break the modicum of Matt’s restraint.

You gasp as he hauls you into his lap, your back pressing against his chest, a moan threatening to escape when you feel him hard against your ass, the sensation sending another thrum of electricity through your body.

“Matt.”

Casey’s sharp voice calls your attention to him again and you look to see his eyes trained on the man behind you. You can practically see the silent conversation happen between them in real time, the only verbal utterance being what you would best describe as a growl vibrating through Matt’s chest as his hands flex against your hips, his restraint regained at least for a moment. It’s only then that Casey’s gaze falls to you, darker and headier than before and the ache between your thighs increases.

“Do you want him?” he asks you, the question as weighted and dangerous as a loaded gun. You know your next words could easily cause the swift end of this delicious build-up, knowing that your words might strain the friendship between the two men. But you couldn’t let Casey slip between your fingers like sand.

“Want both of you,” you whisper and the words feel as load as a shotgun blast but you know no damage was caused when you see the smirk appear on Casey’s lips.

“Are you sure?” he asks and you nod furiously, your wanton eagerness earning a chuckle from the men on either side of you. “I need your words,” he explains.

You are about to answer when the syllables get stuck in your throat at the sensation of Matt’s warm lips brushing across your shoulders. Swallowing thickly, you finally manage to speak.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the racing of your heart a combination of the sensations of Matt against you and the excitement of the realization that your wildest fantasies were about to come true. “If you two are offering.”

“What do you think, Marty?”

“Do you have to fucking ask?” Matt mumbles into your skin and you can feel the desperation radiating from him, almost as strong as yours. It feels as if you are both waiting with baited breath as Casey returns his blue irises to yours.

“Well darling, you said you wanted a summer to remember. I think we can easily provide that,” Casey smiles, the promise bringing a dangerous glint into his eyes that has the fire that had been coursing through your veins finally settle deep within your abdomen.

Casey continues to observe you, his detached appraisal makes you want to reach out and touch him but Matt’s hands on your waist and his lips moving from the top of your shoulders up to your neck renders you immobile, even when the warmth of his breath tickles the shell of your ear.

“Are you going to come home with us?” he whispers and you aren’t sure if it’s a genuine question or if he is being a tease.

It turns out it doesn’t matter because as soon as Matt’s lips land on that spot behind your ear that makes you weak, all sense of composure evaporates from your body. You spin in a haste that catches Matt off-guard, his hands dropping from you, leaving you room to maneuver your legs underneath the bubbling waters to straddle him. There is only a millisecond for you to register the surprise on his features before your hands cup his cheeks, pulling his face to yours as you finally crash your lips together.

It only takes a moment for Matt to reciprocate, his own body surging up to press against yours, his arms wrapping around you to hold you in place. He tastes like whiskey and cinnamon, his lips moving against your own and you can’t stop the way your body rolls against him.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Casey’s voice echoes and your reluctantly let your lips drop from Matt’s. The man beneath doesn’t seem to mind, his mouth gladly moving down your neck and chest, the heat from his actions feeling like the warmth of a sunburn only much more pleasurable. You turn to look at Casey who is still, once again, simply observing. “I know this hot tub is a little off the beaten path but we’re still at a party. Wouldn’t want anyone to come stumbling upon this, would we?”

The idea isn’t entirely unpleasant but right now, you don’t want an audience; you want these two gorgeous individuals all to yourself in every way they were proposing. You give Matt’s hair a gentle tug, pulling him away from your skin and looking into his darkened eyes.

“Take me home,” your words whispered just loud enough for Casey to also hear. The demand makes that devilish grin appear on Matt’s face but your attention is drawn from him by the splashing of water and you turn to see Casey lifting himself out of the tub. Your eyes trace the path that every droplet of water that runs down his chest. He notices but doesn’t tease you for it, instead offering you an upturned palm.

You gladly transfer your hand from Matt to him, removing yourself from above Marty. You can feel him close on your heels, hear the splashing of the water as he lifts himself off the bench to stand behind you but the intense stare of Casey keeps you almost hypnotized as you climb up to exit the warmth of the hot tub.

You are perched on the seat, about to lift your leg over the side when Matt’s hands land on your hips, halting your movements briefly. The water transferring from his skin to yours has tremors running through your body and you feel his lips press against your spine, weighted with the promise of what’s to come.

Matt relents, letting Casey guide you completely out of the warm water. After the three of you were back on solid land, you break apart, moving back towards the house and into the hubbub of the party. You each gather your things and inconspicuously as possible, not wanting to broadcast your intentions to the rest of the guests like a neon sign. It takes you a minute to locate Barzy, which you eventually do, finding him lounging on the couch with a few of the guys. You walk over to him, your coverup returned over your frame and your bag in hand.

“Hey Mat, I’m gonna head home,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder. Your words register immediately as he hoists himself off the sofa, turning towards you. You reach out your hand, keeping him upright as he sways on his feet, the evidence of his lack of sobriety clear.

“M’kay, les go,” he slurs and you laugh at his obvious intoxication.

“You are in no condition to go anywhere,” you state and thankfully Grace who was sitting in the group around Mat also notices and helps you guide him back to his original sitting position.

“Anders and I will watch him,” she tells you, her own mouth twisted in an amused smirk that you are sure matches yours. Mat throws his head back, resting on the top of the couch cushion, staring at your face from upside down.

“But how are you get home?” he asks, his mind still clear enough to know he was your means of transportation to and – at least originally planned to be – from the party.

“Casey offered me a ride.”

“Good,” he mumbles, his head falling to the side as he nods in approval. “Case isa good guy.”

You almost feel bad for using the trust he had for his teammates against him, knowing that the actual truth was lightyears off from the good intentions that Mat had in his mind. But in a way, he was right. Casey was a good guy and you knew that he and Marty were going to take care of you. What that entailed was another story but Mat had no reason to doubt that you would be safe with them.

So, you leave him with a teasing rub of his buzzcut before wandering to the side gate, your heartrate increasing when you spy Casey there waiting for you. The excited smile on your face is returned with that calm cool smirk that you’ve come to recognize and he once again offers you his hand, which you take wordlessly.

“Are we taking your car or…”

“We’re taking Marty’s. He’s waiting for us.”

“You’re just going to leave your car here?”

“Me and Marty carpooled,” he explains, leading you out from the backyard and escorting you down the street towards an idling red car.

“Wow, it’s like you two had this planned from the beginning,” you joke, trying to diffuse the tension with your teasing words. However, it doesn’t achieve the intended purpose when Casey just shoots you a knowing smirk that has you questioning everything you previously thought you knew, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait, seriously?” you ask, uncertain if you were understanding his silent confession or if the heightened emotions had your brain jumbled into a tangled mess. Casey looks over to you and his eyes register your uneasiness, causing him to step in front of you.

“I’m not going to lie, we both found you insanely attractive evet since Barzy first introduced you to the team. When we realized we felt the same way towards you, we thought you might make it clear which of us you favored more. Imagine our surprise when we realized that you wanted us both.”

“And if I only chose one of you?”

“It’s not like I don’t have the money to pay for a ride back to mine. Regardless of whether you were in the backseat with me or not,” Casey explains, the light-hearted tone of his words making you relax.

Although, he slightly misunderstood your question. You debate not clarifying, wondering if your actual inquiry was too big of an ask right now. You might be placing bets on an uncertain future when you should be following the philosophy you had been previously and focusing on the present moment. But you needed to know.

“And if I end up choosing one of you… after tonight?” you elaborate and your heart softens as the angelic smile tugs at the corner of Casey’s lips.

“I know we’d both respect whatever choice you make.”

His quiet explanation gives you the peace and confidence you were searching for. They both wanted you but they respected you enough to let you choose. And respected you and each other enough if that choice came to being with only one of them instead of both.

“Still want to do this?” Casey asks and you can see the sincerity in his eyes. “Because if not, or just one, or whatever, it’s all good. As long as it’s what you want.”

His thumb caresses over your knuckles in a way that would normally make butterflies erupt but with every word previously shared, every weighted gaze, and every lust-filled touch, his caress just sent electricity crackling through your body.

“Take me home, Casey,” you reply, reaffirming your prior consent. You swear you can see the shift reflect in his eyes as his hand tightens around yours, a grin tugging at his lips as he pulls you the final length to the car where Matt waited. Casey opened your door and helped you into the backseat, the action weirdly making you feel even more desired than any previous act.

“Everything good?” Matt asks, his eyes jumping to connect with yours in the rearview mirror.

“All good,” you tell him, hearing the thud of your door closing behind you.

“Thought you and Zeeker might have gotten lost on the way here.”

“Afraid of missing out, Matt?” you tease, trying to lighten the tension in the air but Matt doesn’t help matters by shooting you a devilish smile in return.

“Trust me, darling. If you knew all the ways I could take you apart, you’d want to make sure I didn’t miss a moment.”

The passenger side door opens and Casey slides in, your attention falling from Matt, the heat blazing in your cheeks at his words. Almost immediately after the door closes, Matt is pulling away and driving down the golden sun-soaked streets.

“Your friend Marty is very confident in himself. Did you know that, Casey?” you quip, your mind still chewing over Matt’s assured statement.

“Really? What did he tell you?”

“That if I knew how good he was in bed, I’d make sure to have him there,” you paraphrase, not sure exactly what you were hoping to gain from this teasing. Perhaps you were hoping for another level of comfort; you and Casey sharing a light-hearted laugh at his friend’s cockiness. But instead, Casey just shrugs, his blue eyes sparking.

“I wouldn’t doubt him, sweetheart. He’s made more than a few girls scream. Has even gotten a few of those girls to call him ‘daddy’.”

“Really?” you ask, turning your attention towards Matt, who just has a lazy grin on his face.

“Yeah, a few,” he hums.

“That something you’re into?”

“I don’t mind it. But it’s more a partner preference, not a me thing. I’d much rather hear you screaming my own name instead.”

His words send your mind into overdrive as you try to decipher everything they’ve told you so far in an attempt to understand exactly what you were getting yourself into.

“What else do you like?” you question, your eyes darting between them as they both keep their eyes trained on the road.

“Who are you asking, sweetheart?” Casey asks for clarity purposes and that fact that he needed clarity confirms one suspicion; they were very, very, different.

“Either of you. Both of you. I’m just curious.”

“Well, I know we both like a tease,” Matt states, his eyes darting to look at you through the rearview mirror. “You were doing a great job at that, by the way.”

“Really?”

“Don’t tell me that was all unintentional.”

“I mean, I showed up in this outfit to hopefully catch your guys’ attention but besides that… I wasn’t trying anything else.”

“Well,” Matt laughs, “you were doing a great job without even knowing it. Bending over the cooler, the way you lifted yourself out of the pool. God, I wanted to ravage you.”

“I’m honestly surprised he held back for so long,” Casey quips, earning a light-hearted shove on the shoulder from his best friend.

You laugh at their antics as you lean back into your seat, listening to their casual conversation start up, leaving you to mull over their words.

You turned them on without even trying? Nothing was more confidence boosting than that knowledge, that your mere existence in a risqué bikini could push them that close to the edge. A wicked thought pops into your head and before you can banish it, it takes a hold over your mind.

If you were that good at teasing them without even trying, what would happen if you actually put in the effort?

You lean back in your seat, your eyes dancing between the two of them. The curiosity coupled with the heat that is still lingering in your body finally becomes too irresistible and your hands lift to languidly stretch over your head before falling. You let them travel down the front of your chest, a sigh sounding from you which inadvertently presses your breasts into your palms. Your heavy breath calls Casey’s attention to you and you make sure your eyes stay locked onto his as you gently squeeze your supple flesh, the thin material of your coverup and bikini doing little to muffle the sensation.

A soft moan falls from your lips as your thumbs brush over your sensitive nipples, your eyelids fluttering before your hands continue their trail downwards. You can feel the weight of Casey’s stare remaining on you as your thighs fall open, the action pushing the hem of your dress upwards and exposing your barely covered core. The soft points of your fingers trail across the supple skin of your inner thighs, hands inching closer to your center.

Casey’s silent yet undivided attention encourages you and you make the bold decision to lift one of your legs up onto the center console, giving you more access. Your bare foot nudges Matt’s arm as it rests into its new position, the touch finally calling him to you and out of the corner of your eye, you can see his hands tighten around the steering wheel.

“Didn’t even tell me, Case? Didn’t bother mentioning what a goddamn brat she’s being now?” he mutters and you can see Matt’s eyes flitting between the road in front of him and your reflection in the rearview.

“Needed your eyes on the road,” Casey chirps back. “Can’t put her in her place if we don’t get there all in one piece.”

You aren’t able to make out Matt’s grumble of a reply but you can feel the speed of the car softly increase, your teasing incentive enough for Matt to quicken his pace. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as your hands continue to gently explore your body, not touching the one place you wanted but dancing close enough to keep you on edge. Although, sometimes it feels as if you don’t need your hands because the heady undivided gaze of Casey is turning you on all by itself.

The soft sighs and gasps get bolder and louder as you let your mind wander, imagining all the things that were in store for you as soon as Matt got the three of you to the comfort of his home. Your eyelids flutter shut as your hands trail up your thighs, your resolve slowly eroding. You feel the edge of your swimsuit, dancing along the cut of the fabric to the strings and following the lines to the bows tied securely on your hips, a whimper of a sigh escaping as your own teasing starts to get the better of you.

Your fingers retrace their way down to the triangle of fabric covering your core and you are about to give in, about to press your hand against your center, the car jolts forward. Your eyes fly open and come face to face with a concrete garage wall, the sound of Casey and Matt’s car doors closing. Your legs scramble down from their perch as you try to try to compose yourself.

It almost works but before you can even fully register what was happening, the door next to you opens and in a move that you can barely wrap your head around, Matt’s strong hands grab you and essentially manhandle you out of the car.

The energy radiating from him feels dangerous in the best of ways and your breath escapes you as he presses your body against the side of the car, pinning you between the cool metal and the warmth of him.

“You have no idea how much trouble you got yourself into,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “But maybe that’s what you wanted, huh? Wanted to see how far you could press your luck? Tell me, what was the plan there, sweetheart?”

“Just wanted you,” your reply comes as a shaky exhale. The words don’t entirely make sense but to be fair, it was hard to even form sentences with Matt’s broad body being pressed against your backside, his own swim trunks doing nothing to hide how effective your teasing was.

“Wanted me to get home fast so you could have us as soon as possible?” he deciphers and you nod furiously, your hips grinding back against him causing a low groan fall.

Another gasp escapes as Matt pulls away from you, but only to give himself enough space to spin you around and crash your lips together, his tongue diving into your open mouth, swallowing your moans.

To your disappointment, he pulls away far too soon but his hands remain on your hips, guiding you blindly until he once again maneuvers you so you are now facing forward. The staircase that leads to the entrance of his house stretches out in front of you, the ajar door at the top an enticing invitation.

“Well, go on darling. Casey’s waiting for you inside,” Matt whispers in your ear and another rush of heat floods your body as you remember the other member of this triad who disappeared silently, leaving you and Matt alone for a moment.

Your hand grips the wooden railing as you being your ascent, a surprised squeal falling from your lips as Matt’s hand playfully taps your ass, a gentle encouragement for you to move.

You step into Matt’s house and much like he said, Casey is there, leaning against the kitchen island, patiently waiting for you to arrive. The moment he hears your footsteps, he grins, his smile igniting that fire within once more.

He walks over to you and he doesn’t even need to offer his hand before you reach out and take it. As soon as your fingers are intertwined with his, he pulls you through the first floor Matt’s house, over to the grand staircase and up.

“What about Marty?” you ask as he guides you down the upper hallways, doors passing on either side, no indication on what room was behind any of them.

“He’ll join us in a moment,” Casey replies, confidently pushing open the second to last door on the left and pulling into the master bedroom. Your hand falls from his grasp as he waltzes over to the king-size bed, settling down onto the edge of the mattress. “He likes to get a drink beforehand, don’t ask me why.”

“You know that because…” the question trails off,

“Because we’ve done this before,” Casey replies, leaning back on the bed and fixing you under his ice blue eyes.

The answer was exactly what you were expecting. It was obvious based on all the signs: how much they knew about each other’s ‘methods’, how at ease Casey was in Matt’s house. It pointed to more than just a close friendship.

“How many times?”

“Why do ask?”

“No reason,” you say, the lie falling fast as you turn your head away to glance around the room. The sharp sound of your name calls your eyes back to Casey.

“I need you to not lie to me,” he says, his voice gentle, the demand feeling more like a plea than anything else. “Not here and not now. What are you thinking?”

“I’m just worried.”

“About what?”

“How I’ll compare,” you admit, the insecurity sneaking out. “I’ve seen the girls that come on to you and Matt. I’m nothing like them. I’m just me.”

You can see Casey lift his body upright at your confession and your name falls from his lips again.

“Come here,” he says and you slowly pad across the carpet towards him, standing in between his spread thighs. His hand reaches up and you shiver as they dance across your skin, tracing your fingertips before falling to the side of your thighs, teasing the hemline. A tug at the crocheted material is weighted with a silent question, one which you agree to by gripping the hem in your own hands, helping Casey pull the fabric off your body. His hands trace down the outline of your figure to your thighs, creeping backwards and you gasp when you feel them grip the flesh, pulling you forward.

“Closer,” Casey whispers.

You don’t hesitate to lift your legs up, climbing into his lap to straddle him, your chests almost pressed together. Casey’s hands trail up the back of your thighs over your ass before coming to rest heavy on your hips. Another startled exhale escapes as his hands push you down, the breath transforming into a soft moan when you feel his length press against your clothed center.

“Feel how fucking hard you make me?” he whispers, his lips moving to mouth at your jawline, the delicate brush of them setting off sparks throughout your body. “How turned on I am by you. By just you.” He almost spits out the offending word, making you feel insanely desired by the literal perfection of a man in front of you. “No other woman has made me feel like that,” he continues. “‘How can you compare to them?’ you ask. You should be asking how they could’ve possibly compared to you.”

His proclamation is the final breaking point as you finally take the initiative, grabbing his head between your hands and finally pulling his lips into yours. He gladly accepts, leaning into you, his hands still pulling you deeper into him, swallowing every moan that he pulls from your body. He tastes different than Matt; you can make out the bitterness of the beer he had been drinking but beneath that a cool mint, sharp and subtle, an intoxicating contrast to the sunlight he radiated. Your body rolls against him, impatient and eager for everything he is willing to give you.

“Started without me?”

Matt’s voice echoes around the room and you tear your lips away from Casey to turn towards the sound. You spy Matt leaning in the doorway, a glass with two fingers of whiskey clutched in his hand as he takes in the scene. Casey’s lips trail down your neck before dipping lower to your chest, the heat inside of your roaring with a goddamn fury.

“Maybe you should get another pre-fuck habit,” Casey quips into your skin before he grazes his teeth over the delicate skin of your collarbone, causing another gasp as your eyes flutter close, Casey’s movements demanding all your attention.

From behind you, you can hear the clink of ice and the sound of a glass landing on wood but you don’t understand the sounds until you feel the rough hand of Matt circle your throat, pulling your head back before crashing his lips onto yours. You whimper into his open mouth as you feel Casey’s lips continue their path down, kissing between the valley of your breasts before placing an open-mouthed kiss onto the bow tied at the center.

You aren’t sure if the two of them knew telepathy or if they just had this much fucking practice because Matt breaks the kiss, keeping a hand on your throat and guiding your gaze down to Casey. You once again feel the gentle scrape of his teeth against your skin before they catch the thin string of your bikini. He slowly pulls away, the bow untying with his departure and it is Matt’s other hand that dances over your shoulder, down your torso to push the now loose material away from your chest.

The groan that escapes both men is exhilarating, the sight of your breasts heaving from your breathless pants, your nipples pebbling in the air-conditioned room. They do not hesitate in pulling you close again, Matt’s lips on yours and Casey’s on your chest.

Your moans fall freely now as Casey works his lips and tongue around your sensitive nipples, all of which are swallowed by Matt as he explores your mouth, the weight of his hand on your neck a silent reminder of who was in control.

You can’t actually tell who’s hands it is that creep on to either side of your hip, deftly unraveling the bows perched there but you find that you do not care as the remainder of your swimsuit falls away, a soft hiss sounding out as the room’s chill hits your soaked core. You tear your lips away from Matt to look down and to your somewhat surprise, you find that they each had a hand on either side of your hips.

“You guys are too good at this,” you breathlessly laugh. “It’s a little unfair.”

Your teases pull a chuckle from both as they take you in, now bare and pressed between them. Matt’s hand pulls your head to the side, exposing your neck to him and he leans forward to press kisses into the skin, pausing occasionally to suck a hickey, making those desirable bruises bloom. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation but you force them to stay open, keeping your eyes locked on Casey in front of you.

You can feel the hand that wasn’t still resting on your hip slowly trail up your inner thigh. He tortures you by moving at a snail’s pace, making you whine and whimper as he creeps towards the one place you needed him most. The one place that had yet to be touched.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart,” he whispers, those icy blue eyes piercing into you and you think that he could easily see what you wanted as it was most likely painted all over your face. But he waits – waits for you to say the words, to give your verbal consent.

“Touch me, Casey. Please.”

You see the flash of a smirk pull at his lips before his hand finally moves that final centimeter connecting with your core. The simultaneous moan you let out is pornographic as Casey’s fingers trail along your slit, your body as desperate and wanting as your mind.

“How wet is she, Casey?” Matt asks, the question slightly muffled as his lips don’t move far from your skin.

“Fucking soaked,” he responds and you can’t stop the loud moan that sounds as Casey presses his fingers into you, the digits sliding in with an obscene ease.

“Yeah?” Matt asks, his question now directed to you. “That true, darling?”

“Why don’t you find out yourself,” you moan, your own chirp catching you off guard. Matt takes it in stride though, another dark rumble of laugher vibrating against your back and you feel the hand that was on your hip slide down to meet Casey’s, a groan falling when he discovers that Casey was telling the truth.

“Fuck, baby,” Matt moans, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat as his calloused fingers find your clit. “Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

The only response you can give is a whine, the euphoria of having both of their hands on you pushing you faster to the edge than ever before. They read your body with ease, their movements never slowing and never ceasing as they continue to take you apart. Your breaths turn staccato as they wind you up and you can feel your body tightening in anticipation.

“Fuck!” The shriek sounds out as Casey curls his fingers inside of you, grazing that one spot that made you see stars.

“Oh yeah? Right there?” he teases, moving again and you can feel your orgasm speeding towards you with the imminence of an oncoming train.

“Yes – fuck – Casey. Please, please don’t stop.”

Casey listens to your pleas, his fingers moving once again and that with the combined roughness of Matt’s fingertips against the sensitive bundle of nerves of your clit pushes you over the edge, your head falling back onto Matt’s shoulder with a cry. You can hear Casey’s deep moan as he feels you clench around him as he coaxes you through your orgasm, the euphoric haze settling over you.

You can feel their hands disappear from your core and it’s Matt’s soft lips and Casey’s soft voice that calls you back to the present moment.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you cum, sweetheart,” Casey whispers, pressing a kiss to your sternum, his eyes gazing up as you. A soft smile tugs at your lips as your hand lifts to tangle through his hair, running through the blonde locks.

The two of you share a soft moment before a small nip at your neck pulls your attention to Matt who is still holding you against his chest.

“Don’t forget about me, darling,” he teases and you can sense no malice behind his words, just pure amusement. You twist your head towards him, your other hand lifting behind you to find the back of his neck, pulling him in and locking your lips together once again. You let him kiss you for a moment before removing your lips but keeping your forehead pressed to his.

“Never,” you whisper, your lips barely brushing and that singular word has Matt surging forward to kiss you again. The kiss continues, heavy and deep, all teeth and tongue until Casey’s voice once again calls you back.

“Now, sweetheart, it’s time for you to decide who you want first,” Casey explains, his hand caressing your skin. “Me? Or Matt?”

“I don’t know,” you whimper out, not wanting for either of them to depart, for their hands to disappear from you. The choice feels overwhelming, your desire clouding any decision-making processes you may have once possessed.

“What’s the issue, darling?” Matt questions, his hand coming to paw at your chest and you moan at the feeling of his rough hand against the skin. “Already so fucked out that you can’t think straight? And to think, we haven’t even properly fucked you yet. What’s going to happen when we do?”

“Maybe she needs a little help.”

Your head nods at Casey’s suggestion, your immediate approval making the two men laugh as the desire steadily builds in your body once more.

“Alright,” Casey continues, his honeyed voice taking on a whole new level of mesmerizing. “Maybe if I tell you what you’re in for, that will help you decide, hm? If you choose Marty, he’s not going to hold back. He is going to ravage you, fucking you nice and rough and deep.”

You can hear an almost animalistic growl sound from behind you, all but confirming Casey’s words and sending a rush of heat through you as the image is so clearly painted in your mind.

“Or, if you pick me,” Casey’s voice continues, the tone of it dropping down an octave, the words dripping from his lips like the most addictive ambrosia. “I am going to take my time with you. Fucking you slowly until I have you begging for me.”

The second image that Casey conjures up pulls another moan from your chest, both choices sounding equally delectable. It felt like someone asking you to choose between your favorite dessert and your favorite wine. How could one possibly be better than the other?

“I need you to make your decision quick, sweetheart. I’m not sure if Matt here can hold back,” Casey quips.

Part of your mind knows that the two of them would wait an hour, a day, a lifetime for you to choose and knowing you had that control made you feel completely relaxed in their arms. That small rational part also knew that Casey had only spoken those words to help coax you, that imagined pressure giving you all the encouragement to speak a name.

“Matt.”

You can feel the grin spread on Matt’s lips at the sound and you know that it mirrors the smirk that you see appear on Casey.

“Alright, baby, if that’s what you want,” Casey says and you nod your head in confirmation, making sure he knows that you are telling the truth. “Well then, I’ve gotta get up. Gotta give Marty room to work with.”

That phrase sends a thrill down your spine and you briefly wonder what you got yourself into. However, you don’t have time to contemplate because before you can even blink, Matt’s arms wrap around your chest and torso and using his impressive strength, he lifts you up just enough for Casey to roll out from underneath you.

You silently curse their insane chemistry before Matt’s placing your knees back down onto the mattress and you gasp as his hands disappear only to push you forward. You instinctually stop your forward momentum with your hands, leaving you on all fours.

You swiftly realize that is exactly the position Matt wants you in as his hands find your hips, gripping you tightly as he presses into with no hesitation and equally no resistance on your part, the force of his thrust pushing a moan from you. His hands tighten around your hips and he moves, the hard and fast pace rendering you almost speechless. The only sounds that fill the room is the rhythmic slap of his hips against your ass as you do everything in your power to hold yourself upright and take everything he gives to you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Casey come around the bed and your mouth salivates when you realize he removed his swim trunks, his cock on display, hard and perfect. You whine, wanting to reach out to him but the way Matt continues to rail you forces you to keep your hands on the sheets.

“You look so pretty being fucked like this,” Casey praises and you watch as his hand comes up to stroke his length causing another whine to vibrate in your throat.

“I think she wants you, Case.”

“You think so?”

“She’s looking at you like she’s starving,” Matt jokes, a huff of laughter mixing with his own moans as his pace slows down, giving you time to catch your breath and attempt to compose your thoughts.

“Is that it, baby?” Casey questions. “You want a taste?” You once again give a firm shake of your head, your eyes wide and pleading as you look up towards Casey. The only thing he gives you is a quirk of an eyebrow and you realize what he was waiting for.

“Please, Casey. Want to suck your cock, make you feel good,” you beg, your desire throwing any previous restraint out the window.

You see his eyes dart to Matt and you once again silently curse the way they seemed to communicate without even speaking. One of Matt’s hands disappear from your hip, trailing up your spine before coming to wrap around your throat. You gasp as he lifts you, pulling your torso upright, your hands disappearing from the sheets.

Casey makes use of the extra space now opened for him and climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of you. You try to keep eye-contact with him but this new position has each of Matt’s thrusts hitting even deeper and you can’t stop your eyes from rolling back as he continues to pound into your pussy.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful,” Casey mutters, a hand coming up to trail his fingers down your jawline before grasping your chin. You feel the pad of his thumb press against your bottom lip and you open your mouth willingly.

Casey doesn’t wait before slipping the digit in and you moan at the salty tang of his skin. You suck, your tongue dancing around him, giving him insight into how good your mouth could make him. It seems to work as a groan falls from Casey, his eyes intently watching you as you continue, silently begging him to give you more.

Your movements are stopped when you feel Matt’s fingers descend from your throat down your chest before pressing into your clit, a moan erupting causing Casey’s finger to fall from your mouth.

“Fuck,” you curse, the additional sensation pushing you closer to the release you could feel building deep in your lower stomach. Your eyes dart back to Casey, staring into his as you attempt to gasp out the words you wanted to say.

“Pl-please,” you whimper, the only thing you were able to utter. It seems to be enough for Casey who once again takes your chin in his hand, holding your mouth open for him. He spits onto your waiting tongue and you moan at the feeling, the action turning you on in ways you didn’t think possible. Your moan is quickly cut off by Casey capturing your lips in his, his tongue lewdly exploring your mouth as you whimper against his lips.

He finally breaks away, the hand that was supporting you disappearing, causing you to fall forward once again, once again catching yourself with your hands. The position, however, makes you perfectly in line with Casey’s length and you look up at him with pleading eyes before he speaks again.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he commands and you gladly do as he says, sticking your tongue out in anticipation.

You feel Matt’s movements still behind you and you can’t help but whimper at the loss but are also grateful for it at the same time. It allows you to focus entirely on Casey; the way his hands feel tangling into your hair, the weight of his cock as he taps it against your tongue a few times before sliding into your mouth.

You moan around him, feeling the silky skin, the firmness of him in your mouth almost too good to be true. This entire night felt too good to be true. You let your tongue move against him, tracing every vein you could find, worshipping him the best way you knew how. Your movements were not taken for granted as you hear the cascade of moans fall from Casey’s lips.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking good at this,” he praises, the words causing your pussy to flutter around Matt, still poised deep inside you.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you baby,” Matt’s rough voice sounds out and you moan again as he punches his hips forward, pushing you further down on Casey’s cock. “Like being told what a good girl you are, huh?”

Your only reply is another squeeze of your walls around him, your spine arching as you press back against him, another silent plea. Both Matt and Casey read your desperation with the insane ease that you should come to expect but it still takes you by surprise as they quickly fall into the perfect rhythm, one of them almost completely removing themselves as the other pushes in, placing you in the center of the most mind-numbing pleasure you’ve ever experienced.

The moans do not stop as their pace increases and all you can do is stay as still as possible and let them guide you. You gladly, happily, surrender your power to them, letting them take what they want, their combined words of praise fueling you forward.

So perfect for us. Such a good girl, letting us use you like this. Sweetest little thing.

It only takes a few moments before you feel Matt’s movements start to stutter, his pace faltering. You lift on hand to Casey’s thigh, putting enough pressure against his skin for him to understand and pull away.

“Matt,” you whine, your head turning to look at the man behind you, his hair falling into his face, his abs tight with the effort. “Please. Give it to me.”

Your words have their intended effect, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you are sure there are going to be bruises in the shape of his fingerprints there tomorrow. He fucks you crudely, the force of his thrusts rattling through your entire body.

“Yeah?” he growls, all sense of restraint evaporated like water in the sun. “Want me to cum in this perfect cunt? Want me to fill you up, huh?”

The only word that forms on your lips is ‘yes’ which you repeat over and over again as Matt continues his brutish pace, the filthy sound of him pounding into you echoing around the room. Your fingernails dig into the strong muscle of Casey’s thigh in an attempt to ground yourself. The feeling of Casey’s hand brushing through your hair is enough to pull your very divided attention back to him, if only to mouth at the base of his cock, not wanting him to feel neglected.

The sight of your lips pressed against Casey must have been enough for Matt as he thrusts into you one final time, his hips stilling, a long deep moan rumbling from his chest. You let out a similar moan at the feeling of his cum spilling inside you, the warmth of it causing your core to clench around him, your body almost desperate for every single drop he could offer.

Both of you stay still for a moment, catching your breaths, Matt’s head falling to rest between your shoulder blades. The weight of him draped over you makes you desperate, your own orgasm still hovering on the edge, not quite satiated. The new lack of movement only exacerbated your hunger and it isn’t long until you push your hips back, grinding against Matt.

You feel the chuckle vibrate against your skin before Matt lifts himself off of you. You hazard a glance back at him and see that bemused smirk on his face.

“What is it, darling? What do you need?” he teases and you curse, the now lack of his own desire making him more in control and therefore almost cruel.

“Matt, please. I’m so close,” you whimper, your hips still rolling against him. You feel his hands resume their original positions on your hips and you think he’s going to give you what you want but he instead stops your movements, pulling out of you slowly. A half-whimper, half-sob wretches itself from your lips at the loss, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he coos. “I’m sure he’ll let you cum soon.”

Your brain is so hazy that it takes you a moment to fully register and understand his words. You gasp as Matt manipulates your body again, pulling you down to the edge of the bed and flipping you over, your back hitting the sheets. He grins down at you before leaning forward capturing your lips in one final kiss before he removes himself completely. You watch as he disappears behind a door, most likely to the accompanying ensuite and that’s where your eyes remain until a soft touch on your thigh pulls you back.

Your eyes dart over and your heartbeat quickens at the sight of Casey standing in front of, his sculpted body looking like something out of the Louvre. His fingertips ever so lightly graze up and down your thighs and your legs naturally fall open in response. You can see his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your ruined cunt, Matt’s cum leaking from you.

“Look so pretty like this,” he murmurs as he drinks in the sight of you and his passionate gaze reignites the goddamn blaze that he set in you all those months ago. His hand dances up your thigh once more, the barely-there sensation making your muscles quiver. The tremble pulls a smirk onto Casey’s lips as he holds you underneath his gaze.

“I always had this fantasy,” he purrs, his voice dripping with ecstasy, “ever since I first saw you, about how you would look on top of me. Riding me nice and slow.”

The image appears in your head and now you want nothing more than to make his fantasy a reality. The desire sends another tremor through you, which causes Casey to laugh.

“But,” he continues. “I don’t think that’s realistic for tonight.”

“There’s always next time,” you whisper, a little bit of uncertainty creeping back into your voice. An uncertainty that is immediately silenced by Casey surging forwards to pull your lips into his. Your arms lift to wrap around his shoulders, holding him close as he makes out with you, pouring what feels like every ounce of passion into you, your cup overflowing with his adoration. He breaks away from your lips, his forehead pressed against you, those stunning blue eyes staring into your soul.

“Next time,” he whispers and you smile, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips again.

Casey eventually pulls away, lifting himself fully upright, his hands dropping to your thighs again. You let him lift your legs, placing one around his waist and lifting the other even higher before resting on his shoulder. His head turns to gently mouth the delicate chain of the anklet you have wrapped there, the softness of his lips against your skin sending another shiver through you.

He does drop that leg to join the other and you hook your ankles behind him as he grips your hips, pulling you closer to him. You feel his cock slide against your soaked folds, a whimper falling from you as he nudges your clit, once, twice, before he is reaching down and aligning himself with your center.

The simultaneous moan that falls is nothing short of pornographic; his in response to you wet and tight around him, yours in response to the feeling of his cock stretching you open and hitting spots you didn’t realize existed. He pushes deep inside you until you are flush against his hips and you whimper at the feeling of being so completely filled.

“Such a perfect fucking pussy.” Casey punctuates his words by thrusting into you again, any breath you had left escaping your lungs in a whimper. Slowly, almost painstakingly, he picks up his rhythm, every press of him inside of you leaving you keening for more.

If Matt was a jackhammer, Casey was a chisel, chipping away your control little by little. His body falls forward to cover yours, his arms bracketing either side of your head as he continues to roll his hips into you. Your arms reach up to his back, fingers tracing over the scar tissue that dotted his skin, feeling his muscles rippling beneath, a testament to his strength.

You can feel your lower stomach tightening, your orgasm building with each pass of his length against your g-spot, leaving you whimpering underneath him. Casey captures your lips in his again and you arch up into him, leaving almost no space between your bodies.

He is all encompassing; the sight of him, his scent, the taste of his lips, the feeling of him rocking deep within you. You are so enveloped in him that you don’t register the hand disappearing from next to you, only to reappear between your thighs. Your lips from his with a shriek as he presses his finger against your clit, circling it and sending you hurtling towards the edge.

“Come on baby,” he whispers, his own voice strained. “I know you can do it. Be a good girl and cum for me. I want to see you cum for me.”

His gentle encouragement coupled with his movements is all you need for your orgasm to hit you with the force of a tidal wave, crashing through your body as a strangled cry rips from your throat. The feeling of your release pushes Casey over the edge as well, his hips faltering as he stills. His cum spills inside of you and the sensation of it – of him pulsing against your walls – has you succumbing to a second smaller orgasm, right on the heels of the first.

Casey almost collapses on top of you, his hand sneaking beneath your head to pull your lips to meet his. You deepen the kiss, your own hands clinging onto him, your tongues clashing as you stay wrapped up in each other.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

The deep voice that echoes around the room has you breaking away from Casey, both of your gazes turning in the direction of the sound to spy Matt standing in the bathroom doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist.

You can’t stop the giggle that comes at his admission, your playful utterance in turn pulling a laugh from both men. The feeling of Casey’s hand brushing the sweat soaked strands of hair away from your face is enough for your eyes to return to his, a gentle smile on his face.

“Enjoy your summer night, sweetheart?” he asks, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. You pretend to think, your gaze lifting in contemplation as you mull the question over.

“It was alright,” you reply, the teasing edge of your words obvious. “Although, I would’ve liked to see one of your guys’ heads between my thighs.”

Another laugh falls from Casey and Matt at your chirp, a quiet mutter of ‘insatiable’ falling from Casey’s mouth. He lifts himself away from you before pulling out of you, the sensation causing you to wince slightly, a reaction that is quieted by Casey’s soothing hand rubbing circles on your knee.

You hear Matt’s footsteps wandering across the floor and feel the mattress sink underneath his weight as he sits above you. You look up at him, his eyes darkened with renewed interest as his hand trails down over your face to graze against your lips.

“I’d like to feel your lips on me as well, darling.”

“Well, there’s always tomorrow morning,” Casey says and you catch the amusement in his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I mean,” you say, drawing the words out in jest. “I did say I wanted a memorable summer. Think you two can help me with that?”

You watch as Matt makes eye contact with Casey and you can a matching pair of devilish grins appear on their faces before they both fix their gaze back to you.

Yes. This… was going to be a summer worth remembering.

tagging two of my babes. first C (@comphy-and-cozy), happy birthday babe! and secondly Em (@texanstarslove) because some other fics, this all began with an idea i sent to her ages ago that snowballed into this masterpiece.

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Surgery- Jay Halstead/ Matt Casey/ Kelly Severide

Summary: Your boys before and after you have a diagnostic procedure. You have anxiety, but you have the best support system.

Mentions: Maggie Lockwood, April Sexton, Wallace Boden, and Crocket

Warnings: nausea, talk of needles, basically an anxiety attack

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In order for you to have someone with you at all times for the few days after your diagnostic laparoscopic procedure, Matt was working on shift today, but Kelly and Jay were by your side. Jay had managed to get two days off to be with you on the day of your surgery and the day after, and Kelly had managed to get this shift off.

Though you knew lots of the doctors and nurses at Med, you were extremely nervous. Maggie promised to be with you through pre-op, Dr. Marcel had convinced Nat to allow him to do the procedure rather than an OB, and April was going to be your post op nurse. Kelly and Jay were going to be with you when you woke up, knowing that you panic when coming out of anesthesia, so everything seemed to be planned out perfectly. Your nerves were just giving you a really hard time.

———pre-op———

“I don’t want to do this.” You said, practically pleading with Kelly and Jay. “Please. I’ll do more tests and even do blood work, but I don’t want to do this.” you had tears streaming down your face as Maggie walked around getting you all prepped while your boys tried to comfort you.

Jay was stood next to your head and Kelly was sat next to you on the bed. Both boys were on the same side so that Maggie had room to work. Jay had a hand massaging the back of your neck as Kelly held the hand that Maggie wasn’t preparing to put an Iv in.

“Baby. It’s gonna be okay.” Kelly said, locking eyes with you. “You’ll be asleep before you know it and then we will be right there with you again. Then we can go home and call Matt. He might even have some time to come see you for a few minutes.” Kelly tried to reason with you, but you shook your head and turned to Jay instead.

Jay’s eyes were showing slight amusement but mostly sympathy. All three of you had masks on, so you had to read his eyes. “Sweetheart.” Jay sighed, shaking his head. “You know I don’t like needles or hospitals any more than you do, but this is going to help you. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.” Jay said, leaning down and pulling off his mask long enough to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m gonna numb your hand. Quick poke.” Maggie spoke up, already inserting the needle. The boys shushed you as Kelly cradled your face and wiped the tears that began to spill anew. “All done. Just let it get numb and then I’ll insert the Iv. You won’t even know it happened.” Maggie said, rubbing your arm.

The boys watched as your face grew pale and glanced at each other. You had your eyes closed as you focused on trying to take deep breaths. You didn’t say anything until the IV was in place. “Feel sick.” You muttered, just loud enough for the boys to hear you.

“Mags. She’s not doing so hot.” Kelly said, catching the charge nurse’s attention.

Maggie whipped her head in your direction and started giving out orders. “Deep breaths Y/n.” Maggie soothed, jogging to the Iv cart. “Jay, pull down her mask for me.” Maggie grabbed an alcohol cloth and tore the packet open as Jay pulled down your mask. “Sniff this. I know it’s weird but trust me.” Maggie said, holding the packet to your nose.

You looked at her strangely before sniffing the swab. It was odd and a first for you. Maggie coached you through a few more breaths before she pulled back. “Better?” Kelly asked, rubbing your hand. The color had began to return to your face at this point.

“Yeah.” You said with a slow nod. “Still a tiny bit nauseous but definitely better.” You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, nuzzling into Jay’s hand that had found its way to your forehead where his thumb was rubbing soothingly against your hairline.

“Let me call Dr. Marcel and let him know that happened. You also get very nauseous and anxious coming out of anesthesia, right?” Maggie asked as she walked to the door and began typing on her handheld.

“Yeah. That’s what my mom says anyways. I was super little when I had my only other surgery, so I honestly don’t remember.” You said, shrugging slightly.

“Well, let me go get you a patch that Crockett normally recommends his patients in your predicament, and I’ll be back to put it on just before you go into surgery, okay?” Maggie said, smiling at you and your lovers.

You nodded and smiled back before pulling your mask back up. Your boys said an audible thank you as you all settled in to wait your turn.

———skip procedure to recovery———

As I slowly started to regain consciousness, I felt a weight in both my hands. I grunted and tried to move only to be unable to do so. It sent me in a panic and my eyes flew open as I gasped in a huge breath. I could hear the heart monitor beeping loudly as chairs squeaked and both my boys started talking to me.

“Shhhh shh. It’s alright. Breathe.” Jay said, leaning over and pressing the call button next to me. The room was small, just cut off by a curtain for privacy.

“April!” Kelly said loudly, stepping back a bit away from me to not startle me more, but looking for our friend.

The curtain swung open as April shuffled in, coming to mute the monitor that was next to Kelly. “Do you want me to push some anxiety meds?” April asked Kelly as he was the closest to her at the moment.

Kelly shook his head and turned to you, rubbing a hand through your hair. “Give us a second. Let her get her bearings.” Kelly didn’t want to disorient you further, so he knew that he and Jay had to calm you down soon.

Jay wiped the tears that were falling down your face as Kelly spoke to April. Jay kept up his comforting words and soon had your full attention. “Hey sweetheart. It’s alright. We’ve got you. It went well. You with me?” Jay asked, locking eyes with you.

You nodded slowly, reaching for him. Jay allowed you to pull him closer and kissed you softly on the nose before connecting your foreheads. “Home?” You whispered, breathing in time with Jay as Kelly soothed your hair down and held your hand.

“Soon.” Jay whispered, kissing your lips softly. “Think you can drink something for me?” Jay asked, pulling back to examine your face.

“Sprite?” You muttered, turning to look at Kelly and April.

April smiled and nodded her head. “I’ll go grab that really quick. You guys good?” April asked, giving Kelly and Jay a quick look. Both boys nodded and April took off.

“Call Matty?” You whispered, looking between your two boys.

Kelly smiled softly as Jay smirked. “Of course baby girl.” Kelly whispered, kissing your forehead. He pulled his phone out and dialed Matt, talking to him for a very brief moment. “Someone wants to talk to you Case.” Kelly said, drowning in your puppy dog eyes.

You smiled and took the phone. “Matty?” You whispered, giving a water smile at the sound of his voice.

“Hey princess. How are you feeling?” Matt asked, pacing his office.

Tears slid down your face as you croaked out your answer. “‘M okay. Miss you.” You sniffed, looking down at the blanket in your lap and picking at a piece of fluff on it.

Matt sighed and scrubbed his face. “Baby. I know. I miss you. When you’re all settled and I get some time, I’ll swing by with the truck and come snuggle you for a few minutes. Sound good?” Matt asked, trying to bargain with you. He hated when you cried and he knew this was hard on you.

You nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “M‘Kay.” You muttered. “Be safe.” You said, needing to end the conversation before you full out sobbed.

“I always am Angel. Let me talk to Kelly, okay? I love you.” Matt said, stopping his pacing as he caught the picture of the four of you on his desk. It really pained him not to be there, but he knew you would need him in a couple days, so this was something he was willing to do in order for you to get the care you would need.

“Love you.” You whispered before handing the phone back to Kelly.

Kelly smiled and walked a few steps away as he spoke to Matt. Jay leaned down and kissed your head and wiped more tears from your face. April returned as Jay had finally got you settled against him. It took some slow adjusting, but you managed to convince Jay to sit in the bed with you and hold you. He was desperate to calm you down, so he complied once he made sure he wouldn’t accidentally hurt you.

April smiled at the sight of the couple. It was rare to see any of the four alone with just a certain part of the couple. You all liked to stick together, all being better as one, but the sight in front of April was heartwarming. You were curled into Jay’s side as he quietly shushed you and fiddled with the blankets as he attempted to warm you back up and sooth you. Kelly was off in the corner, speaking quietly on the phone with his back to his lovers, missing the exchange but focusing on convincing Matt that you would be fine.

“Hey sweetie. Drink this and if you can keep it down, these knuckleheads can take you home.” April said, handing the small sprite to Jay for him to hold.

You carefully took the straw in between your lips and took a few cautious sips. Jay pulled back when you stopped for a second, worried about you immediately rejecting the beverage, but sighed in relief when you smiled and took the straw back, slowly drinking your favorite drink. April waited until you were done and took the can as Kelly walked back over.

“Getting cuddles already I see.” Kelly teased lightly, coming and kissing your head and then Jay’s forehead.

“Yep. Hate to see our girl cry. Had to do something.” Jay said, turning and kissing your cheek. “She just finished a sprite. If it stays down, we can go home.” Jay filled in Kelly as you snuggled deeper into his side.

Kelly nodded and looked to April. “Can we get her dressed?” He knew you felt extremely exposed under just a hospital gown and blanket. You had made that clear while you were in pre-op. He was desperate to get you comfortable.

April smiled and nodded. “Of course. There is a bandage on the incision site. She’s gonna be sore for a couple days. Just go slow, okay?” April coached, handing Kelly your bag.

“Of course.” Kelly confirmed with a nod.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Just holler if you need anything.” April said, smiling at you before she left, shutting the curtain behind her.

Jay held back a laugh as you immediately tugged at the gown, pulling it off yourself. You were in nothing but underwear, which Jay and Kelly had slipped on you when you came into post op. Kelly smirked and shook his head as he pulled out Jay’s Army hoodie and handed it to its owner to be put on you. Though, if everyone were honest, the sweatshirt now belonged to you. After Jay carefully pulled the hoodie onto your form, Kelly shimmied a pair of Matt’s CFD sweatpants onto your body before he covered your feet with your favorite fluffy socks.

Kelly stepped back and admired his work as you snuggled back into Jay’s side. You had the most content look on your face as Jay brushed the flyaways back. “Comfy?” Kelly asked, a hint of humor in his voice.

You smiled, kissing Jay’s chest. “Very.” You nodded, closing your eyes. “Home now?” You asked, not bothering to look at either of your boys.

Kelly and Jay both chuckled. “Let me go ask April.” Kelly said, leaning over to kiss your cheek before leaving.

“I love you. You are so brave.” Jay said, kissing your forehead and then your nose.

“Only cause you both make me feel safe.” You said, opening your eyes as Jay searched for yours. You fell in love with Jay’s eyes. They always told the truth and looked at you with such adoration. You were his sun. The boys were his stars, but you were the center of his universe.

“I told you we would never let anything bad happen to you sunshine.” Jay said, smiling brightly at you.

You began to answer when Kelly walked in. “Alright! April said we are good to go. Now, it’s hospital policy to be wheeled out in a wheelchair, but I figured you would rather be carried.” Kelly said, smiling as you nodded enthusiastically and threw yours arms up with little grabby hands.

Kelly and Jay laughed at your response. Jay helped you make quick work of getting in a position to where Kelly could grab you up. Though he was quick, both boys made sure to be extra careful with you. You waved to April over Kelly’s shoulder as Jay led the way out of the hospital and back out to the truck.

~~~~~ back home~~~~

Once Jay pulled into the driveway, Kelly gently unbuckled the two of you and pulled your sleeping body into his arms once again. Jay opened the door and led you both into the house. You remained mostly asleep until Kelly sat you down into a familiar set of arms.

You practically jumped up, tears immediately slipping down your face. “Matty?!” You screeched, shoving your face into his neck as you sobbed and held onto him as tightly as possible.

Matt chuckled as he cradled your head and rubbed your back. “Hey princess.” Matt whispered, kissing the side of your head. “Shhhh. It’s alright baby. I’m here now.” Matt shushed, rocking slightly to help sooth your sobbing form. The drugs were making you overly tired so you were overly emotional.

“Glad you could come home.” Kelly said, leaning down to kiss Matt before backing away and letting Jay do the same.

“I was a mess. I couldn’t stand her crying.” Matt said, looking between Kelly and Jay with a questioning look. “What’s got her so worked up?” Matt asked his best guys.

“It’s the meds. She’s been teary eyed since she woke up.” Jay said, walking into the kitchen to get you some food and some Gatorade.

“She needs to eat and then she can sleep.” Kelly said, grabbing a few tissues out of the box and sitting down next to you and Matt. “Baby. You gotta slow down.” Kelly said, rubbing your side.

Matt kissed your head again and pulled back slightly. “Baby girl. Let me see your beautiful face.” Matt whispered.

You pulled back slowly and looked to Matt and then Kelly. Kelly reached up to wipe your face before holding the tissues to your nose. “Blow.” Kelly instructed, and you did, but followed it with a whine. “What is it baby?” Kelly asked.

“Hurts.” You mumbled, putting your hand on your stomach.

“I know princess. I know.” Matt said, rubbing your back. “But Jay has some food here and something to drink. Think you can manage something and then we can see about taking something before we nap?” Matt asked, putting his hand on the side of your face as a stray tear escaped.

You nodded, sniffing as you allowed Matt and Kelly to adjust you to sit between them on the couch. You smiled as you saw Jay, who was balancing a tray with your favorite food, your favorite flavor of Gatorade, and a slew of medications.

“Dinner is served.” Jay said in his best fake French accent. Everyone burst out laughing as Jay laid the tray in your lap. “Need anything else while I’m up?” Jay asked you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You shook your head and dug into your meal, starving after not eating all day. You were more than content. You had all your men and your favorites in front of you. Even with the discomfort you were feeling, your soul was happy.

Jay smiled and nodded before settling on Matt’s other side. “Glad you’re here. Her crying for you broke my heart.” Jay said, snuggling into Matt’s side.

Matt smiled and kissed Jay on the top of the head. “Broke me too. Kelly tried to convince me that she would be fine, but I couldn’t focus so Chief sent me home.” Matt said, running a hand up and down your back.

You leaned into Matt’s touch with a sigh. You were exhausted and in pain, but you were so glad that you had your boys.

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