The rain hits the tall windows in heavy sheets, turning the city view into a soft watercolor blur. You’re sitting at the vanity in Jay’s bedroom technically your shared space now, even if you still get shy about calling it that. Fresh set of acrylics drying: glossy baby pink with delicate white bows on each ring finger. The lamp casts a warm glow, your favorite playlist humming low through the speakers.
You’re focused, lip caught between your teeth as you swipe on another layer of gloss in the mirror. The new Dior one Jay got you yesterday sticky-sweet, tinted pink. You don’t hear him come in until his reflection appears behind you.
He’s fresh out of the shower, hair damp and messy. Water droplets slide down his chest. Your eyes flick to him in the mirror and you feel that familiar flutter in your stomach equal parts want and that shy little freeze you can never quite shake.
“Hi,” you whisper, voice soft like always. You twist the gloss shut, suddenly hyperaware of how short your pink babydoll is riding up.
Jay doesn’t answer right away. He just watches you, eyes warm . Then he steps closer, hands settling on your shoulders, thumbs pressing gently into the muscle there.
“You’ve been in here playing dressup for an hour,” he murmurs, leaning down so his lips brush your ear. “Cute.”
“I wasn’t playing,” you mumble,“Just… trying stuff. The rain made me bored.”
He smiles against your neck. One hand slides down your arm, fingers tracing the soft skin until they reach your hand. He lifts it, inspecting the fresh nails and kissing your knuckles. “These are so pretty baby."
Jay turns the stool slowly so you’re facing him. The towel he's wearing is barely holding on. He cups your jaw, tilting your face up, and kissing you Slow and Deep. Tongue sliding against yours. You taste the mint from his toothpaste and something that’s just him.
When he pulls back, your gloss is smudged on his mouth. He doesn’t wipe it off.
“Baby,want you so bad now,” he says quietly.
You stand, legs a little unsteady. He gets behind you and peels your babydoll off first, then hooks his fingers in your lacy pink panties tugging them down. You step out, suddenly naked under the warm lamplight while he’s still in that towel. The shyness hits hard, you cross your arms over your chest instinctively.
Jay catches your wrists gently. “baby you're hiding from me now?”
He lifts you onto the vanity like you weigh nothing. The cool marble edge presses against the backs of your thighs. Makeup brushes and palettes get pushed aside with a soft clatter. He drops to his knees right there on the carpet, spreading your legs with warm hands.
The first lick is slow, deliberate flat tongue dragging up your already slick pussy. You gasp, fingers flying to his damp hair. He does it again, then focuses on your clit with tight, perfect circles while two fingers slide inside you easily. The wet sounds mix with the rain. Your breathy little whimpers fill the room as he works you open, curling those fingers just right, sucking gently on your clit until your legs start shaking around his shoulders.
“Jay....mmh” It comes out high and needy. You tug his hair without thinking and he groans against you, the vibration pushing you closer.
He doesn’t rush. He eats you out like he loves doing it messy and focused, free hand gripping your thigh to keep you open. When you come, it’s with a soft broken moan, back arching, nails digging into his scalp. He keeps licking you through it until you’re twitching and pushing at him weakly.
He stands, towel finally gone. His cock is hard and flushed, heavy against his stomach. You reach for it, wrapping manicured fingers around him, stroking shyly at first. Jay’s breath hitches. He leans in, kissing you deep so you can taste yourself, then rests his forehead on yours.
“Want you,” you whisper against his mouth. “Please.”
He doesn’t make you beg more. He lines up and pushes in slow, stretching you open inch by inch until he’s buried deep. Both of you exhale shakily. For a second he just stays there, hands on your hips, breathing with you while the rain pours outside.
Then he starts moving deep, rolling thrusts that grind against your clit every time. The vanity mirror fogs slightly behind you. Your anklet the gold one with the moon charm he gave you tinkles softly with every push. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, glossy lips parted on little gasps and moans.
He fucks you harder, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb teasing your nipple. The other grips your ass, pulling you into each thrust. Your fresh nails rake down his back not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to leave faint pink lines he’ll feel tomorrow.
“Look at me,” he says, voice rough.
You do. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lip gloss long ruined. He kisses you again, messy, hips snapping faster. The angle is perfect hitting that spot inside you over and over until you’re clenching around him, coming again with a soft cry muffled against his shoulder.
Jay follows right after, burying himself deep with a low groan, pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there, forehead pressed to yours, catching his breath. The rain keeps falling.
After a minute he pulls out carefully, cum already starting to drip down your thigh. He grabs a warm cloth from the bathroom, cleans you gently, then carries you to the bed like it’s the most natural thing. You curl into his chest, shy again now that the heat is fading, tracing little patterns on his skin with your pretty nails.
“You always get so quiet after,” he says softly, fingers combing through your hair. “Still shy with me?”
You nod into his neck, hiding a small smile.
He tightens his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You fall asleep to the rain and the steady beat of his heart, legs tangled, his hand resting on your bare hip under the covers. Tomorrow he’ll probably take you shopping again just to watch you try things on. Tonight the city is washed clean outside, and inside it’s just warm skin, soft breaths, and the quiet kind of love that doesn’t need big words.
i was reading your blog and check this out (i love writing but usually im reaaaally bad at finishing - starting the stories but okay) — also its my idea soooo... just wanting to share!!! well:
reader's boyfriend sucks. totally. he's a douche with every letter. he complains, he yells at her and isn't mannered. plus: he hates the way his father is strict to him. but being strict is something parents do, right?
the problem is: his father is the hottest father reader have ever MET! a gentleman, rich, smart, knows how to play instruments, well, because it's park jongseong after all. he practically obligates his son to act like a human, mannered, sweet.
but the break up came quickly, yeah, called it quits the moment she discovered he cheated and left his room carrying your stuff, but jay was there, reading with his glasses resting on the tip of his nose, questioning himself why she was crying and yelling. and then, he decided she needed a better, older man.
and he is NASTY. will fuck reader on the counter, on the couch, everywhere, will make his son eat dinner where she came hours before, will let her perfume hang when his ex-wife visits him, makes reader pathetically cum while his son is sleeping next door. and well, when he discovers that his stepmother is her ex-girlfriend, he totally freaks out! :O
also::: i see jay soooo much as a dad, smart, really dad-like. so i was just THINKING! hehe.
fuck yes. jay drills his dick into his son’s ex girlfriend’s tight cunt. he fucks her half clothed and doesn’t care about anything as long as he gets to stuff his big cock in her wet little pussy. will grope her in front of his ex wife who starts to miss his dick but it’s too busy rubbing up against her ass for his ex to see her
and it makes his son so mad so jay is sure to make to make the girl moan really loudly when he knows his son is home. he’ll moan extra loud too just so his son knows who’s having better sex
The chill of Christmas morning seeped through the windows, the faint glow of dawn casting soft shadows across the bedroom. You stirred slightly, the warmth of the blankets tempting you to burrow deeper into them.
But then you felt it—the familiar press of Jay’s lips against your forehead. It was gentle, unhurried like he had all the time in the world to wake you.
“Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep.
“Mmm,” you hummed in reply, cracking one eye open to see his boyish smile. He was already dressed, wearing his favorite green henley that you loved, paired with that flannel he always claimed was “just practical.” But it wasn’t his clothes that caught your attention. It was the way he was holding a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a small, carefully wrapped gift in the other.
“What’s this?” you asked, propping yourself up on one elbow, curiosity mixing with the comfort of the moment.
“Coffee, first,” he said with a grin, handing you the mug. “Figured you’d need it to handle what’s coming next.”
You sipped, savoring the familiar taste. “What’s coming next?”
“Open this,” he said, placing the small gift in your lap before sitting down on the edge of the bed, his gaze steady but tinged with nervous anticipation.
Carefully, you peeled back the paper, revealing a velvet box. You glanced up at him, your heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his expression.
“Jay…”
“Just open it,” he said softly, his hands clasped together as he leaned slightly forward.
Inside was a delicate silver necklace, the pendant shaped like a compass.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, tracing the intricate design with your fingertips.
Jay cleared his throat, his voice low but steady. “I know it’s simple, but… it felt right. A compass—it always points you in the right direction, right? And for me…” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing. “You’ve been that for me. My constant. My home. No matter how lost I get, you always bring me back.”
Your breath hitched, and you felt a lump rise in your throat. “Jay…”
He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know my job’s not easy on our relationship. I know I’m not always easy. But you’re everything to me, and I need you to know that. Not just today, but every day.”
You reached out, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re my home too, Jay,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
He held you close, his hand sliding up your back, grounding you both in the moment. When he finally pulled away, he took the necklace from the box and fastened it around your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin.
“Perfect,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he admired how it looked on you.
You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas,” he replied, his voice a quiet promise, steady and unwavering—just like him.
Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!
The Red Hood looks after the street kids of Gotham City/ kids of Crime Alley. He protects them from muggers and drug dealers and their abusive parents. He gives them food and leads them to secure places they can find shelter. When their families are starving they'll find a bag of cash sitting on their table, or groceries. He takes them home when they are injured after he's patched them up or drops them off at the hospital and pays for their care. He's talked them through withdrawal, helped them and their parents stay clean, comforted them when they've been attacked, killed their rapists so they don't have to live in fear of them. For a lot of them he's the closest thing they've had to a parent or guardian so they start to jokingly refer to him as Papa Hood. At first Jason didn't know how he felt about it and tried to get them to stop, but they never did. Once he got to see Dick fall off a railing in shock while trying to capture him after one of the kids called him 'Uncle Nightwing' and the look on Bruce's face when they called him 'Grampa Bats' he decided it was more than fine.
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Summary: After a tumultuous relationship marked by Jay Halstead's absences and affairs, you begin to rebuild your life.
Warnings: A smidge of profanity, a bit of humor, angst, anger, fluff, and a lil’ smut👀😆.
Word Count: 5,000+.
A/N: This is my first Halstead fix, but hopefully you lovelies will love it🩵.
Inspired By🩵:
Adam cradled your work bag and purse in one hand, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of your exhaustion. His free hand pressed the down button for the elevator, the soft ping of the mechanism cutting through the silence. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a brief moment, letting the weariness wash over you.
“Tired?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“Exhausted. I could sleep for days,” you responded, the fatigue squinting your eyes. A massive yawn escaped your lips as the elevator doors slid open. You leaned against the wall for support, stifling another yawn. “Sorry,” you murmured.
“It’s all good. I hope you can get some rest once you’re home,” he said, as his voice comforted your frazzled nerves.
“Thanks, Adam. For everything. You've all been so supportive. Even if it's a bit awkward.”
The elevator dinged, and Adam gestured for you to step out first. He spotted a nearby vending machine and asked, “Did you eat today?”
Not waiting for your answer, he walked over to the whirring machine and purchased a bottle of water and a bag of smart popcorn. You sank onto a bench, grateful for the brief respite. Adam returned, popping open the snack and handing you the bag and the beverage. The two of you continued on your journey to the parking lot.
“Maybe this can give you a bit of energy.”
“Adam, you don't have to make such a fuss. You, Kim, Kevin, and Voight have already done enough. I can't believe she made a time chart so everyone can take turns escorting me to these appointments. She even has poor Dante in on it. That baby has his hands full taking care of himself. Bless his heart.”
“Are you kidding me? You're family. That’s what you do for loved ones,” he assured you, his eyes steady and sincere.
“Is this not awkward for you guys? Hailey’s your friend too,” you grudgingly admitted.
“Yes, but we knew you first. We're not going to abandon years of friendship over drama. We support her just as we do you. J—”
“Adam, please don't. The thought of him is even more stressful. Thanks for the snack. I can finish this in the car. I'm ready to get home to my comfy bed. It's been a long day.”
You caught a flicker of emotion in Adam's eyes, but he quickly masked it. Clearing his throat, he agreed, “You’re right. Let's get you home. Kim’s making me and Mak’s favorite dinner tonight,” he bragged, trying to lighten the mood.
“You bring baby girl next time. I miss her cute wittle face,” you demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The walk to the exit grew quiet and tense. You glanced at Adam out of the corner of your eye.
“You good?”
“Y-yeah. Just thinking about a case,” he lied, his voice unconvincing.
As he opened the door, you started to press about the case. But your words caught in your throat at the sight of a figure standing across the parking lot. Your gaze locked onto the face, shock coursing through you. You spun around, the question about the case forgotten. "Tell me you didn't. What is he doing here?"
Adam scratched the back of his neck, looking apologetic. “Sorry, sis. The moment Hailey found out, she said he deserved to know. It was either she’d tell him, or Kevin and I. Kim was against it all. Voight was neutral.”
“I told you I would tell him on my own time!”
“When would that have been? You've been putting it off for three months now,” Adam argued.
“You don't get it. None of you know the entirety of the situation. I'm not just some home-wrecking whore. If anything, my home was the one that took the damage. You might want to remind Hailey of that, given that she's out here giving an ultimatum based on my life.”
Your gaze fixated on the once-sparkling eyes that had the power to make your heart flutter. Now, those same eyes left your heart in ruins, a painful reminder of what was lost.
“Why are you here? Shouldn't you be somewhere across an ocean or something?”
Jay walked up slowly like he was approaching a wounded animal. He stood a few inches away from you, hands buried in his pockets, looking down. “I just want to talk,” he begged.
“Now you want to have a conversation? Why, Jay? Why are you here? You made your choice.”
“Did I make my choice?”
“Walking—sorry, running—away was a choice. Was it not?”
His eyes locked with yours as he pleaded, “I know you hate me, but please, just one conversation? I took leave as soon as I found out.”
“Are you supposed to get brownie points for that,” you snapped.
“Sweetheart—”
“You don't get to call me that,” you growled.
Adam’s hand rested on your shoulder, the turmoil between two of his dearest friends cutting deep. It reminded him of the trying times he and Kim had gone through. He held out hope that you two would find some resolve.
“You know this exchange needs to happen. Maybe you'll find clarity,” Adam said, looking you in the eyes. “I'm sure he’s come to his senses over the past couple of months. Surely he realizes he could have handled the situation better and that he was being stupid.”
"Thanks, Adam. That's incredibly helpful," Jay retorted with a sarcastic edge.
Ruzek shot him a glare. “As I was saying, this needs to happen. Do me a favor. Let him drive you home. Give him however much time you want to explain himself. Discuss the most important things. Then you can either reconcile or tell him to go to hell.”
Jay threw his hands in the air. Adam cut his eyes to him. “Being my bro doesn't give you a pass. I'm going to call you on your shit. You know that.”
“Reconcile? You must have confused me with Hailey.”
“Damn it, sis.”
“Fine,” you snarled, turning to head toward Jay's truck.
“Thanks! Love you,” Ruzek shouted as you flipped them both off.
Adam shoved your belongings into Jay’s chest. His voice dropped into a menacing, judgemental tone. “Glad to have you back, brother. Try not to leave things as messed up as you did the last time. When are you going to stop screwing her over and flipping her life upside down? You better make this right.”
“I will make it right with everyone involved.”
“No, just her. You've got to choose, and it needs to be her.”
“Who says I hadn't already tried to do that?”
“Yeah, and then you changed your mind.”
“That's not what I meant to do. You know what, Ruzek? I know I screwed up. Can we pause this lecture so I can try and rectify my mistakes?”
Adam paused for emphasis. He needed Jay to listen to the advice he was about to give, to let it sink in truly.
"You messed up, Halstead," Adam said, his voice gruff but laced with concern. "But you gotta fight for her. Show her you mean it this time." Jay clenched his jaw, the truth of Adam's words scraping at his already sore conscience.
“I hear you, brother. Truly. I’ve been stupid far too long, and it’s time I get my life in order. I just–needed to get away. To finish something I’d run from for far too long. I took that time away to figure out how to stop sabotaging the things and people I love most.
Adam nodded his head before laying into him once more, “I swear to God, Jay Halstead, if you mess this up again—if you don't manage to pull your head out of your ass—Kevin and I are going to knock you out cold.”
“It sure is good to be home,” Jay sighed, walking toward the passenger door. He unlocked it and helped you, vertically challenged as you were, into the monstrous truck.
The minute your butt hit the seat, you snatched away from him. He slid into the driver's seat, reaching across to buckle your seatbelt as he had in the past. He jumped back as you slapped his hand away.
“I’ve got it. Just drive.”
Half the drive to your apartment was filled with tense silence. Jay couldn't take it any longer. He cleared his throat, attempting to engage in conversation.
“How have you been? You look as beautiful as ever.”
Your head snapped to the side as if you had been struck. Jay kept his eyes on the road, but he could feel your piercing glare.
“Look, I'm trying not to raise my blood pressure these days. Do me a favor and keep the stupid ass questions to a minimum,” you hissed.
“Jesus, Y/N. No matter what I say, it’s going to upset you. I admit it’s well-deserved, but can't we be civil until we at least get to the house?”
“Civil? Are you trying to gaslight me right now? You don't deserve civility. How about we ride in silence? Nothing I say to you is going to be nice, Jay.”
“Silence it is.”
The sight of your driveway eased the tension in Jay's shoulders. He shut off the engine, the rumble fading into the quiet hum of the neighborhood. Stepping out of the dusty truck, his legs ached from hours on the road, but he glided to your passenger door.
"Hey there," he greeted with a hint of breathlessness in his voice. He started to reach out, but you mumbled a quick "thanks" as you slid out and brushed past him, already digging in your purse for your keys.
Jay lingered on the curb briefly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features before the familiar puppy-dog eyes returned. You rolled your eyes playfully, the sound masking the growing unease in your stomach. "Alright, alright. I'll hear you out," you conceded, finally finding your keys. "But I swear if you—"
Your playful threat was cut short by the sudden seriousness in Jay's voice. He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he placed the keys inside your pants pocket. "I've got it," he murmured, his gaze dropping to the worn metal in his hand. He chewed his lip nervously a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.
"Why keep my spare key?" you asked, suspicion evident.
Jay hesitated, his shoulders slumping slightly. When he met your gaze again, his eyes were a storm of hidden emotions. Sadness mingled with something deeper, something you couldn't quite place. "I wasn't planning to leave," he admitted, his voice thick with regret. "Not for good, that is."
You sighed, the energy draining from your body like air from a punctured balloon. The weight of his words settled on you, heavy and unspoken. "Right," you said, your voice flat. "Just unlock the door, Jay. My feet are killing me."
As Jay unlocked the door and pushed it open, you stepped inside and felt a wave of relief wash over you. The familiar comfort of home was opposite the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling. You kicked off your shoes and trudged towards the living room, dropping onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Jay followed, lingering in the doorway as if unsure whether to stand or join you.
You looked up at him, the silence between you charged with unresolved tension. "You can sit, Jay. I won't bite your head off. I'll try not to that is."
He nodded and sat down on the opposite end of the couch, his posture rigid. "Thanks."
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet settling around you like a heavy blanket. Finally, Jay broke the silence. "I know you're angry. You have every right to be. But I need you to know that I never meant for things to get this bad. Before I get into all of that. I have to ask. It’s a stupid question, and I probably already know the answer. Why didn't you respond to any of my letters? Did you read any of them?”
“No.”
“Not even the emails or texts?”
“Nope,” you responded, emphasizing the letter p.
“If you had read them. You would've known that I tried to explain myself even if they were selfish reasons. Part of you may have understood why I did what I did.”
“Well, I didn't, Jay. You left without even saying goodbye. You didn't deserve another moment of my time. Be grateful you're getting it now.” You glanced at him, your expression guarded. "Why did you come back, Jay? Really?"
He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "Because I found out you're pregnant."
Emotions crashed over you all at once. "So that's it? They tell you I'm pregnant and you come running back?"
"It's not just about the baby," he insisted. "I want to be here for you, for us. I realized that running away was a mistake. I thought I was protecting you, but I was just being a coward. I want to make things right, if you'll let me."
"Make things right?" you echoed, a hint of bitterness in your voice. "You think you can just come back and fix everything with a few words? Every time we've faced an obstacle, you've chosen everything over me. Your career, your fleeting moment of weakness for Hailey, even leaving to return to the army. How do I know this time will be different?"
Memories of your tumultuous past resurfaced. You and Jay had started dating years ago, your connection was instant and intense. Things got serious quickly, but Jay's fear of commitment led him to break things off and pursue a relationship with Erin Lindsay. When Erin left for an FBI job, Jay came running back to you, realizing he'd only gotten involved with her as a means to run from commitment as always.
You took him back, and things got serious again. Only that time his career became increasingly dangerous, and your constant fear for his safety caused a rift. He chose his job over you, and the two of you broke up. That time it hadn't hurt as much. You had no right to force him to choose between a career and the woman he loved. You took it as a sign that perhaps you just needed time apart.
After some time, you started to slowly rebuild your relationship, only for Jay to start having feelings for Hailey Upton. Though you know the responsibility lay mostly in your man. You still felt a way about Hailey deciding to pursue him anyway. She knew the two of you were amid reconciliation. Even with that knowledge, she still initiated the kiss and confession of attraction that confused Jay.
You argued over his feelings for the both of you and eventually, you broke up. Jay pursued things with Hailey, and while at first, it was just hooking up, things eventually got serious. Your weakness for him led to the two of you still sleeping together, but when Hailey discovered the two of you were still involved. Suddenly she wanted a committed relationship, Jay chose her. They got married (out of Jay’s perverse sense of loyalty and obligation to the team), and you tried to move on. But Jay's jealousy and selfish attempts to sabotage your relationships made it clear he was still not over you.
He soon realized he made a mistake getting involved with Hailey. You refused to take him back until he was a single man, and after a quick divorce, Jay struggled with wanting to serve a bigger purpose. It was as if he was in the midst of an early midlife crisis. Just as you two had started to rekindle your romance and rebuild, he up and left to rejoin the army.
As you were trying to pick up the broken pieces of your heart, you discovered the pregnancy. Jay found out from your friends and returned home to explain himself, determined to make things right this time. The touch of his fingers gliding across your cheek brought you back to the present. You tilted back from his touch.
“That's what you always do, Jay,” you began, your voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “Run and leave me to deal with the fallout of broken promises and heartbreak. At every turn, you've chosen everyone, everything else, over me. Erin. Your job. Marrying Hailey! Not to mention she's not the first wife, but the second. What is it three times a charm? You’ve already knocked me up. Now all you gotta do is marry me and run. Just like you always do. Hell, you chose the military over me, Jay! So tell me, why? Why should I let you back in and risk you breaking this baby’s heart in the future? Why do you always run, Jay?”
His expression softened, his eyes filled with regret as he listened to your words. He reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. The pads of his thumbs swiped at the tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Because I was scared, honey,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of messing things up, of not being good enough for you. But I realize now that running away only made things worse, that I can’t keep hiding from my mistakes. I want to be here for you, for our child. I want to make things right, to be the man you deserve.”
Jay met your gaze, his resolve hardening. "No more running," he vowed silently. The fear of losing you forever was a terrifying prospect, but it paled in comparison to the regret of never trying at all. He had to face his demons and fight for the future he longed for.
More tears fell as you looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity. And there, amidst the pain and regret, you saw it – a glimmer of hope, a flicker of determination.
The weight of your history hung in the air as you sat together, the past intertwining with the present. Jay reached out, his hand gently covering yours. “I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, and I’ve hurt you more than I can ever make up for. But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. I want to be a part of your life, and our child’s life, if you’ll let me.”
“I’m tired of being hurt, Jay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But if you’re willing to try, if you’re willing to fight for us, then maybe... just maybe, we can find a way to make this work.”
Jay nodded, his grip on your face tightening ever so slightly. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes, sweetheart. I love you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
You looked into his eyes, seeing the pang of regret. “It’s not going to be easy, Jay. We have a lot to work through. But I want to believe that you’ve changed, that you’re here for the right reasons.”
“I am,” he said firmly. “I know I’ve chosen wrong in the past, but I’m choosing you now. I’m choosing us.”
“Okay,” you said, your voice steady. “Let’s take it one step at a time.”
Jay nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “One step at a time.”
As you sat together, the first glimmers of hope began to shine through the darkness. It was a long road ahead, but with determination and love, you knew you could face whatever challenges came your way, together.
But there was something Jay had kept from you, something he had been working on while he was away. As you looked into his eyes, you saw a hint of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” he began, his voice hesitant. “While I was deployed, I... I started talking to a therapist.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a million questions flooding your mind. “A therapist? Did something happen while you were away? Are you okay,” you rambled as your mind raced with a thousand different scenarios.
Jay took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “Honey. Honey, relax. I'm not hurt. I realized that I needed help and that I couldn’t keep running from my problems. I needed to confront my past, to understand why I kept making the same mistakes over and over again.”
“And did it help?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. “Yeah, it did. I learned a lot about myself, about the things that drove me to make those mistakes. And I made a promise to myself – and you – that I would come back a better man, that I would do whatever it takes to make things right. I'm going to continue my journey with therapy. After all the pain I've caused. I think it wouldn't hurt to do couples counseling. Only if that's something you're interested in pursuing.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, a mixture of relief and gratitude flooding your heart. “I'd like that. Thank you,” you whispered, the words barely audible.
Jay reached out, gently wiping away your tears. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. I love you and I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”
You leaned into his touch, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. The weight of the past slowly began to lift, replaced by a sense of hope for the future. It wouldn’t be easy, you knew, but with determination and love, you were ready to face whatever challenges came your way, together.
Things grew quiet as the two of you looked longingly at one another. The faintest gasp slipped and you whispered, “Jay, you can't look at me like that.”
His voice low and husky, he responded, “How am I looking at you, sweetheart? I haven't seen or held you in quite some time. Admittedly, I'm the one to blame for that, but there isn't any other way I could look at you right now.”
“Please,” you begged. “Damn it, Jay. Look at me like I disgust you. Just, anything but the way you're staring at me now.”
“You want me to look at you with disgust,” he questioned, already shaking his head no. “That's not possible, honey.”
“Listen to me, Jay Halstead. I'm very pregnant and hormonal right now. I need you to be the bigger person and say that what I'm thinking is a bad idea. You need to be strong for both of us. Go home, Jay. If you don’t, we may give in to temptation. Why did you have to wear that damn uniform?”
He gave you a megawatt smile, slightly nibbling at his lips as if he was embarrassed by your compliment.
“Why, Mr. Halstead, are you blushing,” you questioningly teased.
N-No,” he spluttered.
A brief silence was followed by laughter. Once it ceased, Jay spoke in a soft, warm voice, “To answer your question. This is home, sweetheart. It is in my heart.”
And then, in a moment of weakness, as the pregnancy hormones surged through your body and desire flared between you, you found yourselves giving in to the longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. In each other’s arms, you found solace, comfort, and a renewed sense of hope for the future.
Jay didn't want to ruin things, but if something were to happen. He'd not only need consent and for you to set things in motion. He'd been given a chance to make things right. Jay wouldn't risk it all by making you believe this was the only reason he had come to talk.
“Don’t make me regret this, Jay.”
Before he could answer, you surged onto his lap, kissing him with all the pent-up passion you could muster. You both sighed and moaned as your lips met. Pulling away briefly, you pressed yourself into him. "There's no time for foreplay," you murmured.
Jay groaned as his eyes snapped closed. He grabbed hold of your waist, anchoring you to his lap. Slowly, his eyes peeled open. They were filled with hunger and uncertainty. “Are you sure, honey? I'd understand if you wanted to wait.”
Your hand trailed up his back, sending shivers down his spine as it glided sensuously up his neck and into his hair. Your fingers tangled gently in his light brown locks, tugging playfully. Your other hand encircled his throat in a delicate caress, “That depends. How badly do you miss me riding your thick, veiny, co-.”
Jay's growl silenced you abruptly, shattering his composure.“Ever the little tempting brat. Aren't you, sweet girl?”
In a feverish rush, you tore at each other's clothes. Pushing Jay onto the sofa, you straddled him, reclaiming your dominance. You descended slowly, savoring the sensation. Your pants joined his symphony of groans as you moved your hips. Alternating between rocking and moving in a circular motion. Pleasure washed over you both, leaving Jay breathless.
“F-fuck. Baby, if you squeeze me any tighter, this won’t last long.”
Being the petty brat you are. You allowed your muscles to contract around him again. Jay couldn't help but shake his head from side to side and chuckle. His eyes found yours, turning dark as they simmered with heat. Jay’s hand collided with your soft, ample, flesh. He reveled in the half moan, half whine it pulled from your lips.
His hands pawed at your hips possessively forcing you up to his tip before quickly pulling you back down. You both cried out and you begged him to do it again. Jay repeated the motion as he freed one hand to toy and pinch at your bundle of nerves. With every pinch and circle of his fingers, you climbed higher. The closer you came to falling over the edge the more your walls gripped his flesh.
“Let go for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Hmm? Yes, you can. Can't you, baby? Come for me, sweetheart. Soak me and this damn couch just like I know you can.”
Jay slammed you down one final time locking you into place as he circled your nub. Your face buried into his neck as violent shakes paired with sobs. You ground against his lap riding out the orgasm. Jay held you close as he left kisses against the side of your head. He talked you down from an intense orgasm. “You’re okay, honey. You're okay. You did so good for me.”
He tensed hearing sniffles muffle into the side of his neck. “Baby? Are you okay?”
“Promise you won't leave me again, Jay.”
He lifted your head, his eyes filled with reassurance. “I promise, baby. Never again. Okay?”
You nodded in agreement as he wiped your face. He stole a quick kiss before pulling you back against him to cuddle again.
“Jay,” your question muffled against his neck again.
“Yes, baby-.”
His response caught in his throat as you clamped down on him once more. Your lips trailed from the side of his neck up to his ear. You playfully bit his ear and moaned, “You didn’t get to come.”
“Keep doing that and it won't take long, sweetheart,” he groaned.
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as you stirred in Jay's embrace. The events of the previous night played like a dream in your mind, a mixture of vulnerability, longing, and desire. You glanced at Jay, still sleeping peacefully beside you, and couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you.
As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared moment of weakness, you couldn't shake the feeling of hope that filled your heart. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, you knew that you and Jay would face them together, united in love and determination.
With a soft smile, you pressed a gentle kiss to Jay's lips, feeling a surge of warmth and affection between you. The kiss pulled Jay from his slumber. Blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his vision, he rubbed at your small but noticeable bump.
“Oh, I see put me back to sleep so you can nap some more,” you teased. “Fine by me, Halstead.” Jay smirked and continued rubbing in circular motions. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, there was a loud knock on the door, causing you both to jump.
Jay chuckled, planting a kiss on your forehead before pulling away. "I'll go see who it is."
As he made his way to the door, you heard familiar voices on the other side. "Come on, man. We gotta make sure Jay's still in one piece," Adam's voice rang out.
"Yeah, and see if they've reconciled yet," Kevin chimed in.
With a grin, Jay swung open the door to reveal Adam and Kevin standing on the doorstep, wearing matching grins and teasing expressions.
"Hey there, lovebirds. Just making sure Jay survived the night," Adam quipped.
Jay rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the concern, guys."
Kevin nudged Adam with a smirk. "Did y’all kiss and make up, or do we need to start planning your escape route? Blink twice if you need help bro."
You couldn't help but laugh at their antics, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "We're working on it, okay? Now, if you don't mind, we were kind of in the middle of something."
Adam and Kevin exchanged a knowing look before raising their hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. We'll leave you two lovebirds to it. But just remember, we're always here if you need a referee," Adam teased, earning a playful swat from Jay. Kim told me to say she expects a full run down over lunch tomorrow. She kept saying she wanted all the tea. What does that even mean?”
Kevin shook his head in disappointment. “Come on big dog. I'll have to teach you some new lingo on the way back to the precinct. Jay? Voight said you always have a job where he's concerned. Before you decline. Hailey is joining the FBI,” he finished with a wink toward you.
As they turned to leave, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the friends who always knew how to lighten the mood, even in the most awkward situations. As you snuggled back into Jay's arms, you felt a surge of passion coursing through your veins, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between you since the moment you first met.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Jay turned to you, his gaze filled with desire. "Well, that was unexpected," he whispered, his voice husky with longing.
You couldn't help but smile at the intensity of his gaze, feeling a rush of heat spreading through your body at the thought of being so close to him again. "Unexpected, but not unwelcome," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
As Jay leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss, you melted into his embrace, the passion between you igniting like wildfire. In that moment, all the doubts and uncertainties melted away, leaving only the burning desire that had brought you back together.
“I’m insatiable, sorry.”
“No need to apologize. That makes two of us, sweetheart,” he responded, brushing curls from your face. His heart warmed that he was able to hold you this way. Jay had missed the feel of your skin and moving the hair from your vision. “You might want to put your bonnet on this time. I don’t want to get in trouble for ruining your hair, love.”
“Smart man, Mr. Halstead,” you giggled, leaving feathery kisses along his jaw.
And as the passion between you intensified, you couldn't help but joke, "Maybe it's just the pregnancy hormones," eliciting a laugh from both Jay and yourself, knowing that the truth was far deeper than a mere hormonal surge.
How y’all feeling about this one? I hope I did Mr. Halstead justice. Be sure to comment and reblog lovelies🩵.
