Mike’s kisses were like fire, hot and searing as you straddled his lap, your fingers carding through his dark hair as he moaned into your mouth. His white shirt hung open, revealing his muscular chest and that large starburst scar that disappeared into the waistband of his black trousers.
Your lipstick marks decorated the hollow of his throat, fading as they reached his collarbone. Already he looked debauched, his pupils blown as you arched your hips just slightly, grinding down along the length of his cock. His hand fastened on the nape of your neck as he drew you back to his swollen lips.
“I missed you.” he said, smiling into your mouth. “Missed being with you like this.”
“Me too.” You told him, your fingertips trailing along the outline of his scar.
“I love you; you know?” he whispered, his nose trailing along the length of yours. “I didn’t say it before, but I felt it.”
‘Before’ being prior to the shooting that had almost ended his life. He’d died for a few minutes in his hospital bed. When it happened, it felt like you were being eviscerated, like someone had cut you open and torn out your heart. You thought of all the things you hadn’t said, that you’d wanted to say.
“I love you too.” You told him, smiling against his lips before kissing him.
It was soft and sultry, full of unspoken promises. It had been a while since the two of you had expressed yourselves physically, not since before the shooting. Mike’s recovery has been a long, painful road and neither of you wanted to compromise that, but you missed the intimacy that came with making love.
“Be gentle with me.” He teased as you unzipped his trousers. He lifted his hips as you helped to remove his underwear. A blush crept across his cheeks as you straddled his lap again. “It feels the like the first time.”
“Are you nervous?” you asked, your thumb trailing over the apple of his cheek as you tilted his head up to meet your gaze.
“I just want it to be good for you.” he said as his hands coming to test back on your hips. “I don’t want to disappoint.”
“You could never disappoint me.” You told him. “We’ll take it slow and if anything hurts, we’ll stop, ok?”
“Hm.” He mumbled before kissing you again.
He moaned into your mouth as you sank down inch by inch. His grip on your hips tightened as he guided you back down onto his cock.
“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel.” He whispered into the hollow of your throat.
You rocked slowly together, Mike’s arm wrapping around your waist, pinning you against him. He needed you, needed the intimacy of this act, because saying how much he loved you wasn’t enough, he needed to show you. Already he felt wrecked, you were ruining him with each, and every motion and he loved it, loved the sensation of being wrapped up in your again, of being loved by you.
“Fuck baby, it’s been too long since we did this.” He tells you. “Love being with you again. Love you.”
It was perfection, a slice of time carved out where the two of you could simply enjoy each other in the moment. The ecstasy built and it built, and it built, until Mike couldn’t hold back anymore. His orgasm was on the horizon when you peaked, your core gripping his cock so fucking tightly he felt like he was going to combust. His own climax hit him like a freight train, tearing through his system like an IED. He cried out as he thrust up into you, spilling inside of you as he buried himself all the way up the hilt.
He sagged back into the couch, drawing you back with him so the two of you remained pressed together. He tipped his head back, teeth grinding together as he hissed through his teeth.
“Mike?” You questioned withdrawing from his body, before coming to kneel on the couch beside him. “Does it hurt?”
“A little.” He confessed, his arm enveloping your shoulders and drawing you closer.
“You should have said something.” You told him.
“I didn’t want to stop.” He murmured into your hairline. “I missed being with you like that, I missed the intimacy. I wanted to reconnect, be normal again.”
“It takes time.” You reminded him, your hand coming to rest on the space where his heart resided. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His fingers entwined with yours, before he brought them up to his lips.
“I think…” he swallowed hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “I think I just really needed to hear that.”
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(A/N: For Anon, I hope you enjoy this. Sorry for the wait and sorry if this is a mess. I’ve rewritten it so many times and I liked this version better than my other and I didn’t want you guys to stay waiting even longer for something. So sorry if this is bad)
Imagine realizing that Mike likes you back
Loads of people developed crushes on their superiors, well that was what you kept telling yourself. It wasn’t like you could help it. He was nice, sweet, respectable and attractive. What could you do? Nothing, and that’s what you did. You kept your feelings a secret because there was no chance that he liked you, the way you liked him. And you were great at acting like you had no romantic feelings towards him, maybe too great.
And you kept the act up…well, until everything changed.
“You know he only does that because he likes you,” Sonny commented casually, turning away from the two-way glass and looking away from your Sarge interrogating someone.
“He what?” You spluttered in response, completely taken aback to the point where you had to turn around and face him just so you could lean on the small shelf by the glass.
“The Sarge has a crush on you, Y/N,” He repeated, gesturing through the glass at said Sergeant, Sergeant Mike Dodds.
“That one?” You asked, pointing at him through the glass.
“Uh huh,” He nodded.
“Okay,” You nodded skeptically in response, realized trying to be casual, ending the conversation and looking away briefly before piping up again, “You mean our Sergeant?”
“Yes, Y/N. Our Sergeant,” He chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction, “Don’t tell me you realized that yet?”
And in that moment almost everything over the past couple of months suddenly made sense. You had started at Manhattan’s Special Victims Unit around eight months ago. And you hit off with everyone there, especially your new partner Sonny. Sure, they thought they you were a bit weird but they found you amusing occasionally which is this job is not only good for your ego but for everyones wellbeing. Your Dad always used to say that you were the bright light in darkness, but he's your Dad so he is biased.
The only person you didn’t instantly hit it off with was your new Sergeant. Sergeant Mike Dodds,s on of everyones least favourite Chief, well according to Fin that is. He didn’t think you were as funny as everyone else did and he didn’t find any of your ‘behaviours’, as he called them funny or entertaining. And you thought he was a bit too ridged and too concerned with procedure and not enough with justice. And he thought that in job like this you needed to take things a bit more seriously and see rules as they were. Rules.
You followed the mentality that in some cases ‘by the book’ were just suggestions. Reflecting back on it now though, maybe you can see why this may have been problematic for the Sergeant that was in charge of you. Regardless, at the time because you knew he found you annoying and didn’t approve of you and messing with him quickly became one of your favourite things to do.
Though that was only for the first month or two, after that you got know each other better and you were on good college terms. Did you keep on messing with him, though? Of course you did and sometimes he took it in stride and sometimes he berated you. It was like a game, you didn’t know which one you were going to get. But all in all you were on good terms even if you didn’t agree on some things…most things.
Recently, however you’ll admit that things had been different between the of you. He was still himself but he was much more agreeable with you. He was around a bit more and was much more friendly. He also wasn’t getting that annoyed by you either, it was almost like he suddenly found you endearing. He acted like he usually did but something had clearly changed.
Maybe he did like you.
“I don’t think so, Sonny.” You commented casually, shaking the thought off and coming back to reality.
“Come on, Y/N! You know, thats why you mess with him so much.” He continued.
You looked up at him with a confused expression as you shook your head slowly.
“Seriously?” He questioned seriously.
You nodded quickly.
“Well, its pretty obvious to everyone well to apparently everyone but you.” Sonny said.
“Are you sure?” You countered.
“I had my suspicions but then some things happened that made it pretty obvious.” He mentioned.
“Like what?” You inquired.
“A lot of things, like the time you went undercover as a background couple.” He mentioned.
You thought back to that. It was about a month ago, it was an undercover operation at a restaurant that a Pimp was using a front. You and Mike didn’t have any ‘main roles’ in the operation so you just played a couple in the background for back-up and to make sure nothing went wrong.
“Y/N,” Mike scolded in a hushed tone so no one could hear, “You ordered fries?”
“It’s going to take a while to convince that pimp that uniform is a sixteen year old and I’m hungry so,” You shrugged, taking a bite.
“We’re supposed to watching the restaurant to make sure nothing goes wrong.” He reminded.
“I eat with my mouth not my eyes. I can do both.” You winked, taking another bite.
“And you’re doing a great job,” He sighed, gesturing to your face.
“Ketchup?” You asked.
“Mmm,” He confirmed.
You started dabbing at your face, looking at him to indicate where it was. Apparently you kept missing it despite demonstrating on his own face.
“You know what,” He sighed, before leaning across the table and wiping it off your face himself, “There you go, now you’re presentable.”
“Thanks Sarge,” You chuckled, while his hand was still on your face.
He lingered a little bit too long before removing it quickly and sitting back straight. He looked away from you and you smiled to yourself. You continued to case in silence.
“Hey,” You whispered, “Did you see that?”
He nodded, “Let’s go.”
You both got up casually and followed one of your suspects associates. You followed down a back corridor. Hanging back a bit so you could listen to his conversation but not have him see you. The guy confessed almost everything you had suspected but of course you needed more than just a witness confessing what your suspect had done. Mike gestured that you had heard enough, so you could go back and not ruin the rest of the operation that was still going on. You nodded and began to sneak away expertly, quietly enough so he wouldn’t suddenly hear you and catch you. Unfortunately, you had more stealth than Mike, who accidentally knocked over a vase as he attempted to walk away.
Footsteps immediately began to race towards you. You couldn’t run and have him not catch you. it was a a split second decision and also the only the thing you could think of. You grabbed Mike quickly, pulled him close and started kissing him. Needless to say he was shocked and even more so when you kicked him in the knee, so he stumbled slightly. Hoping to give the impression that you were both drunk. The guy huffed, muttered something and slipped pass you. You both continued until he was gone.
“I think he’s gone,” You breathed, pulling away finally.
He nodded, not speaking and also not looking you in the eye.
“We should head back,” You suggested, slightly confused by his behaviour.
“Definitely,” He finally said, looking up as you both started walking, “I don’t think he suspected anything.”
“It was pretty good thinking, right?” You smiled, giving him a nudge.
“It was something,” He commented.
“You can tell me if you liked it,” You teased
“I…I..um,” He stuttered uncharacteristically.
“Speechless?” You smirked.
“Go eat your fries.” He ordered annoyed as he opened the door for you and ignoring the topic of conversation.
“How do you know about that?” You asked, snapping back to reality and looking up at Sonny.
“He was smiling about it for at least a week after.” Sonny added.
“You can’t definitely say that was because of me,” You reminded.
“So you noticed it to,” Sonny deducted.
“I may have noticed that he was a bit more smiley around that time,” You admitted.
“And it was because you planted one on him.” Sonny continued for you.
“I did what I had to so we wouldn’t get caught.” You stated.
“And the only way you could do that was by kissing him?” He speculated.
“Do you have a better idea?” You asked.
“Well, I don’t have one right now but I could think of one, eventually.” He said quickly.
“Hmm, course you could,” You said sarcastically, “And how does that prove if he likes me. I kissed him, he didn’t kiss me.”
“No, it’s how he acted afterwards.” Sonny said.
“The smiling?” You asked.
“He was happy. Like something great happened.” Sonny shrugged.
“But that could have been anything.” You suggested.
“It was you Y/N.” He stated.
“What else is there? Other than the kiss?” You asked
“It’s everything, Y/N,” Sonny sighed as if explaining it was hard, “Sometimes you just know when people like each other, when they are meant to be together. And that’s what I see when I see you and Mike together. You’re meant to be together.”
“In what way?” You probed.
“Y/N, are you asking me this because you feel the same way about him and you need some sort of confirmation that he feels the same way before you do anything?” He questioned, an expression of understanding on his face.
“Well, I don’t know how he feels.” You commented.
“Y/N,” Sonny interrupted.
“Maybe,” You confessed.
“I knew it,” Sonny cheered to himself.
“Have I been that obvious?” You sighed, looking back through at the interrogation and nursing your temple.
“You? No.” Sonny confirmed, appearing beside you, “ But he definitely has.”
“Really?” You asked.
“Can’t you tell?” Sonny inquired.
“I guess I was too busy trying to hide I feel to notice how he may feel about me.” You chuckled dryly.
“I mean if anyone could ignore what’s right in front of their face, it’s you.” Sonny teased, “I mean just think about it,”
And that’s what you did. You cast your mind back to the day you realised you liked Mike. It was a quiet day and you and him were the only ones at the station. Everyone else was either working leads or off for the day. You on the other hand were doing the mountain of paperwork you had been avoiding for weeks.
“Y/N?” Mike called from his desk.
“Yeah, Sarge?” You replied spinning in your chair childishly to face him.
You caught him stifling a chuckle as you did which made you smile as well as make you feel like you were blushing.
“Have you finished yet the Brisk case-notes yet?” He asked seriously, in his large and in charge tone.
“No,” You said softly, shrugging your shoulders.
“Y/N,” He sighed, leaning back in his chair and shaking in his head, “What are we going to do with you?”
“I’m sorry,” You apologised, “But it’s so boring.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be if you didn’t let it all build up.” He reminded.
“Yeah but I look at as a future me problem which is the reason why present me hates past me right now.” You elaborated.
You watched as Mike sighed audibly, before launching out of his chair and walking over to you. He grabbed the chair to a desk nearby yours. He dragged it over to the edge of your desk and took a seat.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“Taking half,” He informed putting his hand out.
“Really?” You questioned but with a happy expression as well as happily handing him the files.
“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for my own sanity.” He responded, not looking at you and flipping open the first file.
“Thanks,” You smiled genuinely.
“It’s okay,” He returned, looking up briefly and locking eyes with you.
You both talked a lot as you worked through the files. Discussing everything and nothing, if that makes sense. He asked you questions about your life and about you and you did the same. You got to know each other really well. And you remember exactly everything he told about you. It felt as if you were actually e=becoming friends.
“It must be hard being a cop and having him as your Dad.” You commented as he told you a story.
“You think so?” He prompted.
“Yeah, it must be hard having everyone assume that your Dad got you here and not all the hard work you do,” You elaborated casually, not realising the significance to him at the time.
“You think I do I hard work?” He asked.
“Yeah, it must be hard being in charge of people in a job like this, especially ones as challenging as me.” You agreed.
“Then why don’t you make it easier of me?” He chuckled.
“Where’s the fun in that and come on! You secretly like it, really.” You stated.
“It does make may day a little bit more interesting,” He confessed.
“Exactly!” You exclaimed, “You like me really,”
“Well, I…” H began before being interrupted by Fin coming in with a suspect from one of his cases.
“Sounds like he was about to tell you how he felt.” Sonny said.
“I think so too,” You agreed, reflecting back on it and realising.
“What are you going to do?” He asked.
You were about to respond but the door opened and the suspect and Mike walked out of the interrogation room. Both you and Sonny straightened up simultaneously and dropped the conversation. Falling into silence.
“Sonny, can you take him down to booking?” Mike questioned.
“Sure thing, Sarge.” Sonny agreed, taking hold of the suspect and taking him away and flashing you a look as he walked by.
As if he trying to say that you should tell him how you feel.
“That was a pretty good time, right?” Mike asked once Sonny was out of earshot referring to the completion you had about who could break suspect the fastest.
“Uh huh” You agreed quickly slightly fidgety.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked concerned, looking directly at you.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You reassured, avoiding eye contact.
“You sure?” He persisted.
“Of course,” You replied with a weary smile.
“Okay, but if anything is up. You can talk to me, if you want.” He reminded, with a reassuring and friendly smile.
“Why do you think something is wrong?” You inquired, slightly curious and conveniently forgetting your nervousness for a couple moments.
“You haven’t made fun of my tie or my suit or my hair yet and it’s been thirty-seconds.” He commented jokingly.
“I’m not some evil bitch, you know?” You snapped playfully while folding your arms over chest sassily.
“I know,” He chuckled, looking in your direction and locking eyes with you, “I just always thought it was your idea of endearment.”
“It’s true. I only make fun of people I really like.” You confirmed, smiling up at him.
“You really like me?” He asked curiously, as if he wasn’t already sure.
“Of course I do.” You confirmed, surprised.
“That’s nice to know.” He commented casually.
“There is something.” You announced after a few brief moments of silence between the two of you.
“What’s up?” He asked, his voice laced with concern once again.
“I have a pretty good idea of how you’re going to react to this but I still worry that it may ruin things.” You warned beforehand.
“Well, I’ve never known you to be anything but fearless, take the fire extinguisher incident of example…” He began to say.
“What else could I have done?” You interrupted.
“I’m not saying there was anything else. I’m saying have the same mentality. So, take the leap or the swing in your case.” He continued before finishing.
“Do you want to get coffee sometime?” You asked as directly and fearlessly as he had suggested.
“Coffee?” He repeated.
“Yeah, but not as colleagues but as…” You confirmed before elaborating.
“Yes,” He answered immediately.
“What?” You spluttered, taken aback slightly by the quick response.
“Yes, I want to get coffee with you and not as a college.” He confirmed, already knowing what you had meant.
“That’s great?” You replied, still a bit confused.
“You seem unsure.” He commented wearily and dejected.
“No, no,” You began to clarify, “It’s that no one had ever agreed so fast before.”
Mike likes to stay in the moment during the aftermath of love making. You can feel his smile against your skin, his fingers threading through your hair drawing you back to his mouth. You stay locked together for the longest time, hands smoothing over each other’s sensitive skin as you share soft, lazy kisses.
Body part
Mike’s favourite body part on himself is his arms. He spends a lot of time in the boxing gym and he has the physique and the skill set to prove it. He’s proud of his accomplishments and enjoys the way it shows on his body. He loves the way you run your fingers over the tattoo on his bicep when you’re in bed together.
He adores your mouth. The way you smile, the way you bite your lower lip when your concentrating and of course, all the other naughty things you do with it. He loved seeing your lips wrapped around him, his fingers tangled in your hair as you tease him mercilessly with your tongue.
Cum
Mike loves using his mouth to make you cum. He loves licking up your cum after making you climax, he loves the noises you make as he uses his tongue on your already sensitive clit. He loves the taste of you on his lips as he grabs your ass, drawing you back to his mouth before he starts all over again.
Dirty Secret
Mike loves it when you take control. He has spent so much time being in charge and telling other people what to do, that it can be hard to strip away the shackles of responsibility. You get that and in your personal lives you help to relieve the pressure and stress with the use of things like cuffs, blindfolds and a riding crop.
Experience
Mike has been with several other woman over the course of his life, most of his most recent conquests before you had been casual. He simply didn’t want to make the time for a relationship in his life, however things changed when he met you.
Favourite Position
Mike loves the intimacy of face to face positions. His favourite is where you sit on his knees, thighs either side of his. He loves the feel of your chest against his as he looks into your eyes, the two of you rocking together.
Goofy
Mike can be goofy as hell, in fact that was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. After a few tough shifts the two of you had ended up in the same bar and the impregnatable Sergeant had finally let his walls down. It was the first time you had seen something other than the uptight persona he usually portrayed.
These days the two of you spent most of your personal time laughing.
Hair
Mike likes to keep things neat and tidy down there.
Intimacy
Mike craves intimacy. All his life he has been at the service of other people and he needs to feel that there is more for him. You ensure them that there is with every single touch you bestow upon him.
In work its nothing more than a comforting squeeze of the shoulder or a light brush of his fingertips. At home it’s so much more, you cradle his face between your hands, press your lips to the corner of his mouth, you hold onto him as if your life depends on it.
Jack Off
There are times when the two of you are apart for weeks due to shift patterns, conferences or undercover assignments. Mike loves to hear your voice on the phone. When you are able to slip away and call him, he jerks off slowly as you tell him exactly what you wish the two of you were doing.
Kink
Bondage. Mike loves being tied up and blindfolded, he loves the sensation of having his control stripped away from him piece by piece. He also likes it when you use a riding crop to touch and tease him.
Location
The shower. Mike loves caressing your entire body with his hands, he likes to tease you underneath the soapy hot water until you’re begging him to fuck you.
Motivation
When it comes to you Mike is motivated purely by his emotions. He has never felt as fiercely about someone before and everything he does is to make sure you know how much he cares.
NO
Pegging. Mike is open to a lot of things, but pegging isn’t something that turns him on.
Oral
He loves being on his knees in front of you, fisting your panties so they’re taunt against you before his tongue lavishes your clit through the material. He gets off on you sitting on his face, grinding down onto his tongue as his firm hands hold you in place.
Pace
Mike likes to take his time with you and in turn enjoys it when you take your time with him.
Quickie
Sometimes your schedules can be hectic so snatching a quick few minutes with you will have to do. However, Mike pours as much of his heart and soul as possible into each and every one of these encounters.
Risks
Mike isn’t really a risk taker when it comes to sex. He’s willing to try new things but he’s adverse to anything that will damage your reputations if the two of you get caught such as having sex in public.
Stamina
Mike has the determination and the stamina to go on for as long as you need. Bringing you pleasure is what gets him off.
Toys
Mike is open to toys so long as you both get something out of it. He loves using a wand or a vibe on your clit, edging you until you’re desperate for him. He’s not a fan of dildos, he knows you prefer the real deal. Restraints, blindfolds and a riding crop in your hands are his toys of preference.
Unfair
Mike is all about fairness, your relationship is a complete partnership.
Volume
Mike is vocal during sex but not loud. He likes to ask what you want, to tell you what he’s planning to do to you and to tell you exactly what you’re doing to him.
Wild Card (How has he changed in bed?)
Mike has never told anyone about his more submissive tendencies, he has never trusted anyone enough to explore those desires until he met you. In the beginning he was always the more dominant one in bed, now it’s more of a partnership. You both give as much as you take.
X-Ray (What’s going on in those pants?)
Mike has girth, he’s a thicker than average and just a tiny bit smaller but trust me you love the girth.
Yearning
When you’re away from home, Mike yearns for you more than anything. He sends you filthy texts about all the things the two of you would be doing when you make it home.
Zzz
Mike doesn’t sleep well when you’re not in the bed. He tosses and turns, burying his face in your pillow. When you are in bed together, he’s the one that sleeps with his back to the door, his body curled around you, holding you close and breathing you in.
Mike Dodds with the prompt from the Taylor list 27) Tangled up with you all night 💛
Thankyou
Mike's hands were tangled in your hair, his mouth on yours as he pressed his firm body against your naked skin. You moaned at the heat of him, the sensation of this man wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.
"I love you." He whispered against your lips, his eyes on yours as his thumb ghosted over the apple of your cheek. "You need to know that before I leave."
"You can't just make decisions like this without asking me!" - Mike Dodds
💛 thank you as always your the bestest
You snapped at Mike as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom with his holdall slung over his shoulder. "It's not fair."
"It's an assignment, it's not like I can turn it down." He retaliated. "You knew what I was about when we got together."
"Mike, you promised no more after last time. You promised me." There was a pleading in your voice and Mike hated it because he had promised you, it was just that this was important and he knew he couldn't expect you to understand. You hadn't see the things that he had seen.
"I don't want to leave it like this." He told you. "But I am going and you need to find a way to deal with it."
Okay, dirty HC time, how about Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?) for our friend Mike Dodds!?!?!
Mike is defo a quiet guy. It all grunts and low moans, head tilting back into the pillow when you are fucking him. He loves the noise you make for him, the louder the better, he gets off on hearing what he does for you and how good he makes you feel.
He's fierce and will tell you how good you are making him feel. How good your mouth feels around his cock, how he loves that thing you are doing with your tongue. How much you drive him crazy.
