Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath again. It felt like an eternity since you’d been able to hold a normal amount of oxygen in your lungs. A hand on your shoulder has you jumping, before you relax into the touch and you turn your head to look over at your boss, friend and most importantly lover
“That was good work, Y/N. Ya saved us all” he declares as you look behind him to see your team mates standing there, all in various stages of recovery just like you were.
“Did we get him though, our suspect?” you whisper and he shakes his head
“Blew ‘imself up in the explosion” he admits and you sigh. Sometimes it really did suck when things like that happened, there wasn’t going to be justice for your Chief Petty Officer who was laying in the morgue, and all because the man who had killed him decided to play martyr.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be” you say looking up at Dwayne and he frowns, before pulling you into his arms and placing a kiss on the top of your head.
“We will find a way to get the proper justice Y/N” he promises and you nod, feeling numb.
Dwayne doesn’t open his birthday gift from you, not until later that evening when the celebrations are over and you’re upstairs alone in the apartment above the TruTone.
“There’s two parts to this gift.” You say as you set the sleek black bottle bag down upon the kitchen table. “The part you’re about to unwrap and this…”
You unbutton your dress, the fabric falling to the floor in a puddle around your feet. You’re wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, cream panties that Dwayne can’t wait to get his mouth all over.
“Don’t let me distract you from opening the rest of your present.” You say gesturing at the gift bag.
Dwayne withdraws the expensive bottle of whiskey. It’s a special edition from a distillery right here in New Orleans, the date it was casked is the year he was born. He can’t help but smile at your attention to detail.
“So I’m thinking we take that into the bedroom, see what it tastes like on my skin…”
Dwayne’s eyes light up before he rises to his feet and follows you into the bedroom.
“I want the first taste to be off your lips.” He tells you as he twists off the lid and pours a small among of whisky into the cap before handing it to you.
You take the shot, heat blossoming through your chest as Dwayne’s mouth covers yours. His tongue delves into the confines of your mouth, tasting the warm, smoky overtones of the whiskey as he lays you back down amongst his sheets.
“You taste so good Ma Cherie.” He moans into your mouth before his lips trail lower.
He reaches for the whiskey again, tipping the bottle slightly, decanting the amber liquid onto your breasts. You whimper at the sensation, the cool liquid trailing across your nipples as he lowers his mouth to your chest, his tongue chasing each of the droplets.
The contrast of temperature sears through your nerve endings as he licks, sucks and lightly bites those swollen nubs. His fingers delve between your thighs, lightly caressing your slick clit through those sheer panties and your breathing hitches.
“Oh Ro, all it takes is a little whiskey to get you there?” He teases as he strokes over you, your skin flushing pink.
Your hips arch as he notches his thumb against your core, pressing lightly and you combust under his attention, your head tipping back into the pillow as you cry out his name. He smiles against your skin as he uses his fingers to tug the soaked panties down your thighs.
“Oh Ma Cherie,” he murmurs as he picks up the whisky bottle and dribbles a little over your clit. “Let’s see how it tastes mixed with your honey shall we?”
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29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten time, but just like another ten, please.”
Lazy day
When you learned why was Dwayne nicknamed ‘King’, you knew you weren’t dating a regular man.
But nothing prepared you for what it would be like. Him being a driven federal agent who loved his city more than reason. Dwayne’s ultimate wish was for New Orleans to be a safe place for its inhabitants and tourists, no matter that he knew it was impossible. He overworked himself and took uncontrollable risks everyday. Pretty much like when he got shot twice and almost died.
You were seriously getting worried about him. He wasn’t taking time for himself, always 100% into work even when he was at home. You even talked to his team and realized that they were worried too, but Dwayne was a stubborn man.
So you came up with a plan to force him to take a day off. You knew it was a risk. He wasn’t the kind of man to get mad at you - especially when your intention was to take care of him - but he could get frustrated with your plan. It could make things worse, but you had to do it for his own sake, for his health - physical and mental.
You planned everything with Tammy one night as the team was having a drink at the Tru Tone. And two days later, it was on.
You woke up before he did, and turned off his alarm. He was deep in his sleep, he didn’t even hear you getting out of bed. Tammy was waiting outside. You opened the door, gave her the keys and she locked the both of you inside. “Let him sleep as much as possible!” She winked and left.
You joined him in bed, and spooned him. For a moment you were afraid he would wake up but all he did was sighing before softly snoring again. With a smile on your face, you fell back asleep.
A little more than an hour later, you felt him rushing out of bed. You opened your eyes and watched him getting dress in a hurry. “I’m late, darling. And so are you, actually.”
He stared, puzzled that you were rushing like he was. “Drop the jeans and come back to bed.” You told him. “You can’t go anywhere anyway.” He looked completely confused now. “We’re locked in. Lazy day for the both of us.”
“Sweetheart, I can’t—“
You stood up on the bed, reaching for his shoulders. “I know I’m taking a risk here. But you need to rest, D. And since I know you won’t do it on your own, I’m forcing your hand.”
“Did you—hide the keys or something?”
“Would’ve been too easy. Someone locked us in. Only way out? Jumping from the balcony.” You watched him taking a look into the living area, where you could reach the balcony. “Tell me you’re not thinking about jumping your way out.”
“It’s not that high.”
“Dwayne Cassius Pride! Seriously!”
He sighed with a small smile. He grabbed you by your hips and pressed your body against his. “What are we supposed to do today then?”
Smiling, you kissed his jawline, cheeks and nose. “Absolutely nothing.” You pressed your lips against his. “Laying in bed, sleeping, eating properly, having sex.”
With his forehead against yours, he exhaled intensely, “that does sound really nice.” He held you tighter.
“So, you’re not upset?” You kissed his neck.
“I am—infuriated. But I’ll take it out on my team later. ‘Cause I guess they are in on it.”
It was mostly Tammy but you weren’t throwing her under the bus. So you just hummed in response, kissing him more intensely until he fell back into bed with you, his strong body covering yours.
He made love to you. It was slow and sweet and very Dwayne Pride. With your schedules, and how worked up he’s been for a year, you weren’t the kind of couple to have sex everyday. But you didn’t mind because when you finally had the opportunity to be intimate, Dwayne was fully there with you. You never admitted it directly to him but he was the best sex you’ve ever had.
As you were laying in bed, you told him the ground rules for the day. You told him that everytime he talked about work, and even think about it - admitting that you can see it on his face when he does - he’d lose ten minutes of his time with you.
“What?” He chuckled, holding you close to his chest.
“You heard me. If there’s a hint of shoptalk today, I’m depriving you of me for ten long minutes.”
He kissed your temple, agreeing to the rule.
You cooked him breakfast - that you ate in bed - and around noon, Dwayne was fast asleep. Laying shirtless on bed, the sheets only covering his legs, you were softly caressing all over his torso when your fingers focused around the bullet wound right above his heart. “If I’m not allowed to talk or think about work, you’re not allowed to think about this.” He said.
You leaned down to kiss his shoulder, close to the wound. “Just one thing.” He opened his eyes to look at you. “That was when I knew—that you were the love of my life, Dwayne.” You confessed, “I was losing you and I couldn’t help but to think that I’ve never told you just how much I love you.”
Dwayne smiled, squeezing your hand in his. “I knew it, darling. You never had to say it. You and Laurel were the reasons why I fought hard.”
You curled up against him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and you both took a little nap.
He failed to leave work out of the door. He checked his phone late in the afternoon, thinking that you were in the bathroom.
“Checking your phone is the ultimate offense, Pride. The ten minutes turned into thirty.”
“Aw come on sweetheart!” He whined, “Don’t do this to me.”
He tried to reach for you but you took a step back. You grabbed his phone to set the alarm thirty minutes later. “I’ll see you in half an hour. Nap on the couch.”
He tried to reach for you again but you rushed into the bedroom and locked yourself in the bedroom. You waited for the alarm to go off, and it was thirty very long minutes, knowing that he was just right there.
When you unlocked the door, Dwayne was standing there. Almost like he stood behind the door, waiting for the minutes to be over. He grabbed you in a second and threw the both of you onto the bed. His mouth was all over you. “Don’t ever deprived me of you again.” He groaned.
“You knew the rules.” You chuckled.
He held you and kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in months. Laughing, you tried to get out of his hold but he wasn’t letting you go. “I need to go the bathroom.”
“You had thirty minutes to go.”
“I didn’t want to and now I do.”
With a grown, he let you go. But as soon as you came back, he was all over you again, “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
You pushed him to make him roll over. You straddled him, and you were the one kissing him. Neither of you had much clothes on, but what you had quickly ended on the floor.
“You wanna know when I knew I won’t be able to love anyone else no matter what happens between us?” He asked, between two kisses.
We're having a baby! (Dwayne Pride x Pregnant! Reader)
•• Sorry for the long wait everyone! Work and looking for a different job has been taking up a decent chunk of my time. Anyhoo, hope you all enjoy! 🥰••
“Will that be all?” The cashier at the pharmacy asked through her cheery smile. You nodded.
“Yes, Thanks.” She handed you the small bag.
“Have a great day!” You smiled back.
“You too!” You headed toward the exit before pausing. You looked down into the bag at the pregnancy test and bit your lip. You'd been feeling sluggish for a few weeks now, and you'd googled your symptoms and the internet said you were pregnant, now what were you going to do? The walk back to the apartment was short, but you were desperate to know what the test said, so you headed to the bathroom in the back.
You took the test, surprised at how easy it was. With a pregnancy being such a life altering event you just thought it'd be...harder. When those two pink lines appeared you could feel your heart jumping out of your chest. You'd wanted this for so long! But you didn't know if you were ready for a family just yet. It was a bit awkward at the checkout when you grabbed three more pregnancy tests. If this was a fake positive you were damn well gonna be sure. You took them home, hoping Dwayne might be back from the office by then, but when you called out you were met by just your echo. You sent him a text to head home when he can. He asks if something’s wrong and you say no, since it's not wrong, it's just a huge step in your relationship. Sure, Dwayne's been a father for years, but you've never had a kid before. Dwayne rushed home despite your reassurances and as soon as he came bursting through the front door it's like he fucking knows. How does he do that? You hold up the pregnancy test and he freezes. You're preparing for the worst before the biggest smile comes across his face.
“Really?” You shrug, crying a little.
“I wanted you to be here when I found out for sure.” It was only fair, this was his baby too, if it was real. Dwayne can't find the words, he's just so damn happy. It was like he was radiating sunshine.
“Well, let's find out then.”
Dwayne followed you to the bathroom and sat on the floor while you did the other tests. Now it was just the waiting game as you settled on the floor next to him.
“(Y/n),” Dwayne starts, clears his throat and wraps his arm around you. You lean into his side. “Whatever these tests say it's all right either way. I'll still love you, you know that right?” You scoff.
“Of course I know that! I just really want to start a family with you, Dwayne.” You smile. “You make me so happy. You're already such a great dad to Laurel, I know you'll be a great one to this one too, you know, if it's true.” He kisses your forehead.
“Thank you, Baby.” You let another few minutes pass before sitting up straighter.
“They should be ready by now.” You said, your voice wavering. You were so nervous. Had you gotten your hopes up for nothing? Dwayne took one of your hands in his, the other on the pregnancy tests.
“Alright,” He suggested. “ We’ll turn them over on three, okay?” You nodded. This was it, the moment of truth! “One, two, three!” Dwayne flipped all three over and you started to cry. They were all positive!
“We’re pregnant.” You laughed. “We're pregnant!” Dwayne kept that big ol’ smile on his face as he stood up, then helped you to your feet. He wrapped you up in a hug and squeezed you right up against him.
“We're gonna be parents.” Dwayne laughed. “Oh Baby, I'm so glad.” That hug never seemed to end as you two stared down at the tests on the floor. This was one of the best days of your life. You couldn't wait to become a mother and couldn't wait to see Dwayne with your baby in his arms. Just the thought of it made you tremble. Your lives were about to change forever, but you’re willing to take on the task of taking care of this baby. Now what were you going to name them?
It wasn’t new for you to go to bed before Dwayne came home. Sometimes you’d wait up, most of the time really, but Dwayne made you promise you’d go to sleep on time tonight. He knew you’d had a long week and needed your rest.
After your Spending your Friday night relaxing with some tea and rom coms, you climbed into bed in one of his sweatshirts, but couldn’t help but wake up hours later a little bit cold. It had been rather chilly for New Orleans and you always ran cold, especially when your personal space heater wasn’t there to snuggle you warm.
Your sleepy brain subconsciously had you scooting towards his side of the bed not expecting him to be there. You smiled as you hit the sturdy warm wall that was your boy friend.
“Hey baby you okay?” He rasped I’m his sleepy voice, letting you know he hadn’t been in bed long. He was usually a little harder to wake up once he really fell asleep.
“Better than okay, you’re home.” You said with a sleepy smile.
“And you’re cold c’mere”
He said as he wrapped you in his arms.
“Mmm…” you hummed and wriggled even closer “you’re so warm. You aren’t allowed to leave ever.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” He smiled and kissed you head.
You snuggled into his warmth and fell back to a much needed sleep with the man you love.
