tf 141 as police officers anyone? dubcon, afab!reader
this was not how you wanted to spend your weekend.
you'd graciously agreed to go out for your friend's bachelorette party. she'd all but begged you to be there for her last night of freedom, so how could you not show up for her? now, though, after three too many shots and sitting in the drunk tank of the local police station, you were beginning to wish you'd stayed curled up on your couch.
you weren't even entirely sure what had happened. one moment, you were walking to your next bar, your body floating along with the crowd. the next, your friends were catcalling some random men across the street and the red and blue lights started flashing in your periphery.
the officers that arrested you had been nice enough, you supposed. they were understanding of your situation, but not understanding enough to let you out of a public intoxication charge. the more senior one, captain price, had given you your own police car away from your friends after you'd complained about your head pounding. if he copped a feel as he helped you into the seat, no one but the two of you had to know.
his sergeant, garrick, chatted you up as you rode the couple of minutes to the local jail. he was friendly, conversational, if a bit flirtatious. you weren't sure a cop was supposed to compliment a prisoner's hair or the way her dress showed off her tits so much.
but the two cops serving as jail wardens were by far the worst. sergeant mactavish had been the one to book you in, taking your fingerprints and filling out the necessary paperwork to cite you. inhibitions lowered by the copious amounts of vodka you'd been talked into consuming, you told him his tattoos made him look hot. he seemed to take that as a green light, murmuring in your ear about how bonnie you were the whole time he was booking you.
lieutenant riley just unnerved you. you could see him staring through the window of the thick metal door, the bars not deterring him one bit. clearly, he could see as much as he needed to. he hadn't stopped staring since he'd thrown you into the cell.
your friends had taken notice too, the way the officers seemed to take a liking to you. the group of them hatched a clever, albeit drunken, plan to use you as bait to escape. if you were completely in your right mind, you would've refused without a second thought. however, fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, it sounded genius to your alcohol-logged brain.
you sauntered up to the door, standing on your tiptoes to bring your chest into view. you put on your best pout, holding the bars of the small window. "sergeant johnny?" you slurred, your fingers dancing suggestively along the length of the bars. "me and my friends are thirsty. can you and your friend get us some water?"
the giggles of the girls behind you let you know how good your performance was, and you put on the best flirtatious smile you could muster while drunk. the two officers looked at each other, seeming to contemplate for a moment, before they both came directly to your cell. the heavy door swung open, hinges squeaking.
"why don' ya come with us, troublemaker?" mactavish purred, crooking his finger at you. his lieutenant stood behind him, arms crossed over his broad chest.
link to part 2 | Kinda heavily inspired by this song, give it a listen
✧.* Summary: You like watching Joel watch his younger brother Tommy take you in front of the window...
✧.* Content/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, porn without plot, unprotected sex, p in v sex, afab/female reader, game!tommy, game!joel, voyeurism/exhibitionism, bit of humping, pre-estblished fwb/relationship w/ Tommy, pervy Joel🤭, sometime in Jackson, smut under the cut
✧.* A/N: my once in a blue moon return.....with Joel Miller and Tommy Miller because uuuhhhhhhh.....Troy Baker brain rot. @tommyslimpknee and I we be cooking...
It was evening at your place, the place Tommy always came by at this hour. Tommy was as handsy as always was once he got you alone after a long day of patrols and chores. He didn't even give you the time to close the blinds let alone reach the bedroom before he's got you pushed up against the kitchen counter.
Tommy's chest is warm against your back as his hands slip along your hips and under the waistband of your pants. His groan sounds next to your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe as he exhales. Gooseflesh rose on your skin hearing his needy, laboured breath. Your natural reaction is to lean into him and close your eyes. You savour the feeling of his length growing hard in his jeans as you teasingly press your ass keenly against him, your lips twitching upward.
You feel the way Tommy grinds against you, his hands making quick work of your jeans with a groan. "Been waitin' all day for this, sugar." Tommy's voice is as rough as his hands as he tugs your pants off, impatient to take what he needs.
Even distracted by his touch, you could feel eyes on you. Not the same pair of eyes as Tommy's, with that feeling of a desire to devour. This was a different kind of heat, a different inkling of being watched.
Your eyes drift to the window in front of you, then the window across the way. The eyes that watched you caught your own. In the house next door was the older brother to the man currently pressing his cock between your legs, Joel Miller.
He was your neighbour, and you knew he watched sometimes. You recognized the same burning eyes on you when you changed in your room without drawing the curtains. You kind of liked it. Liked knowing he was watching you, his little brother's girl. Watching your silhouette move in dim light after your showers. Sometimes you flashed yourself towards the windows on purpose, just in case he was watching.
You could feel your body get hot as you watch the way Joel's eyes follow Tommy's hands on your body. Watching Tommy tug aside your panties, gripping your hips and slowly pushing inside you.
Tommy rests his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes glued to the way his cock disappears inside your warmth, oblivious to the eyes watching the two of you. Your lips part in a soft sigh, eyes still locked with Joel's as his hands curl into fists at his sides. He seemed conflicted between leaving and watching. You couldn't help the smile curling at your lips as you watched him watch you.
You could hear Tommy's grunts as he snapped his hips against your ass over and over, his cock filling you so good you couldn't help but arch your body into a preferable angle. Tommy buried his face into your neck. His eyes must've been closed because he didn't seem to notice his brother's gaze burning holes into your body.
There was a thrill to it. Having Joel watch and Tommy so close yet so unaware of him watching. If only Tommy weren't so pussy drunk to notice your audience.
Tommy's pace is almost relentless as his hands roam your body, his ravenous touch finding your blouse and ripping open the buttons. His hands are desperate to touch the soft flesh of your breasts as he pushes your bra out of the way, his lips sucking at your neck while he squeezes your chest. His deep moan vibrates against the side of your neck, his hips quick and rough as he grows bolder.
Your moans aren't quiet, and you wondered if by chance Joel could hear them. Or maybe he's imagining the sounds that escape your lips each time Tommy's cock drives in deep right where you needed him. Maybe he wonders what kind of sounds you'd make for him given the chance. His eyes were all over you. Watching the way you were being rutted into. The way your tits bounced with every thrust, how his brother's hands groped and fondled your flesh and pinched your nipples.
Your eyes took a moment to rove over Joel's taut form, reminding yourself how handsome he was. How you'd take a chance at him if he'd ever offer. You didn't care that he was Tommy's brother. Hell, it made it hotter that he was. You could see he was hard in his jeans, the outline of his bulge throbbing making your aching pussy clench around Tommy.
"Fuck, baby..." Tommy groaned, his thrusts coming harder as he chased his release.
You mewl with pleasure as his cock hits your sweet spot just right. Your eyes roll into the back of your head momentarily. Your eyelids lazily lifted open to find Joel's hard gaze, the intensity in his eyes making you hot. Your mouth hung open with your moans, lips parted obscenely and gasping when Tommy's kisses turned to bites on your neck and shoulder.
Tommy's grip on your hips tightens as he groans, pulling you back on his cock with every violently delicious thrust.
Your eyes stay on Joel's, his own eyes greedy. Joel's hand instinctively trails down to rub himself through his jeans, adjusting himself with a tense jaw. Your hand snakes down to find your clit, circling your bundle of nerves adding to your pleasure as you moan louder. You swore you saw Joel's lips part with a winded exhale, his lips muttering a silent 'fuck'. His hand stayed near his groin, squeezing himself through his jeans. The sight was thrilling, arousing you in a way nothing ever has before.
Your pussy tightened around Tommy's cock once more, making him grit a moan through his teeth as he sucks another bite into your shoulder.
"Just like that, sweetheart... Clench on my cock just like that." His voice was breathy and desperate as his hips stuttered and moved faster.
Tommy's hand pushes you down between your shoulder blades, your free hand finding the counter for support as he pounds into you. Your moan comes out a surprised gasp, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure at the new angle. Your knees shake as you glance back up to peer through the window only to see Joel was gone. A soft whimper escapes you, one disguised amongst your many sounds, one that expressed your disappointment. A sound Tommy didn't notice wasn't for him as he keeps up his pace.
"Look at you." His voice is gruff as he pants.
You keep rubbing your clit, closing your eyes and willing the image of Joel touching himself to you into your mind. Your moans were laboured as you remembered the way he looked at you. The way his gaze made your body feel like it was on fire. How he makes your pussy clench on his brother's cock.
"Yes..." You sigh as you teetered on the edge, your hand moving on its own to rub quick circles on your clit, focusing your mind on the pleasure of Tommy's cock. On Joel. The thought of Joel pushed you over the edge.
You choked on a moan, biting your tongue to prevent yourself from saying Joel's name as you came. Your body writhes as Tommy fucks you through your high.
You could feel the way Tommy's hold on you turns vice-like, as his hands bruise your hips, that he was not far behind. His moan was guttural as he pulls out barely in time to spill over your ass, his cum warm on your skin as he ruts against you through his release.
"F-fuck... Fuck, fuck..." Tommy's breath stutters as he brings you back up, leaning into you as he breathes you in, his nose dragging against your neck.
Though your eyes were still on the window across the way. Joel's window, now empty. Wishing is was his body against yours this one time. Wishing you could've showed Joel how good he made you feel even on his little brother's cock. To show him how you finished thinking of him, watching him watch you.
you sprint into the kitchen to see sukuna already facing the entrance.
"what now..?" he questions as he leans on the cold marble counter.
it was a sunday morning, about 10:30 in the morning to be exact. before hurriedly dashing into the kitchen, you had been relaxing on your undeniably cozy couch, while binge watching your favorite show yet again. until, you noticed a slight tap on the windows. you almost didn't notice it. but you turned your head to see the clouds had rolled in and were sprinkling water down from above.
"we have to go outside now!" you exclaim. "it's raining!"
"tch, what you've never seen water fall from the sky..?" he rolls his eyes at your ridiculous statement.
"don't give me that," you march over to him and grab his wrist. "we're going outside and that's final."
you look up at him with a demanding look, and despite him being way taller than you, he sighs and obeys anyway. you quickly leave to grab your coat, boots, and mittens. after suiting up, you doubt that sukuna will be ready.
"kuna! if i come in there an-"
but you were abruptly cut off when you turn the corner to your kitchen and see him standing there with his coat, boots, and mittens as well. you cheekily grin and go open the front door.
and that's how you two got outside on a cold, foggy sunday afternoon. walking the streets of your neighborhood. the faint smell of rain lingers on the sidewalk. the air smells refreshingly cool, and you couldn't be happier. especially after ninety degree weather practically all year long.
you look over at sukuna to see him already staring at you before swiftly looking away. you giggle and he glares at you now.
"what's so funny?" he asks.
"you, kuna" you tease.
he groans. you know that he despises that nickname, yet you won't lay off on using it.
comfortable silence quietly passes by before you wrap your arm around his. he stuffs his hands into his pockets. he hated this warm feeling inside of his gut, the feeling only you cause him to have.
you two do a few laps around the neighborhood before ultimately deciding to head back home. you both quickly change into your pajamas and jump into bed together. he envelopes you with his huge, meaty arms and you doze off within minutes. he knew you would anyway, so he sighs and gives your forehead a kiss.
