#dante torres x y/n

[uptondixon]

Give me everything tonight - Dante Torres x Intelligence Officer!Reader

During a late-night conversation in the locker room, you and Dante succumb to the feelings that are buried deep inside your hearts.

Word count: 1263

Characters: Dante Torres x You, Trudy Platt & Hank Voight

Warnings: Making out. They're horny. There's no actual smut tho.

“Dante,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he answered in the same tone, his breath coming directly into your face. Shivers spread across your body and fog clouded over your mind. He was so close, you were not touching but his presence was so strong. You cannot help but want to touch him.

Dante's not any different, in fact, he is sure he has been dreaming about your touch for far longer than you could ever imagine. He has never been so close to you before. The fact that he could take another step closer and the distance between you would be nonexistent makes his hands shake lightly. 

How did you two end up in this position? Almost pressed together against the wall of the locker room in the precinct. Looking directly into each other's eyes and longing to finally feel the other’s touch. 

What is happening right now is nothing but months of pent-up feelings finally running free. You and Dante clicked instantly. When you first met in front of Platt’s desk, his eyes lit up like two full moons. He was a calm and collected guy, it was rare for someone to make him lose control of himself. The state of control he fought so hard to achieve. But there you are. Simply existing and still making him a mess of shiny eyes, shy smiles, and impure thoughts. He never met someone so stunning, someone who had power over him with just a look. 

You stared back at the man before you, vaguely registering Platt mention the name of the new addition to Intelligence. ‘Officer Torres’. Even his name sounds pretty, you thought. He was exactly what you always thought a handsome man should be. Your mind does nothing but put you in trouble with all the dirty thoughts clouding your senses. Thoughts of him. Only him.

“We cannot,” you said, louder this time. By changing the tone, you expected to break the atmosphere that had built itself around the room, but it was impossible at that point.

Keeping eye contact with him, you said, “You know how Voight feels about in-house relationships, and after what happened with Hailey and Jay…” 

“Don't. Don't discourage this, Y/n,” he said, his voice still low. “I get what you're saying, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to care.” 

“Dante!” 

“For real, I just can't. Don't you see it?” his eyes grow bigger in exasperation. “I want you.”

Three words. Three damn words. They start floating around your head like a drug being injected into your body and messing with your sanity. Your body reacts to him more intensely now, your hands slowly reaching for his but never actually getting there. 

“I always wanted you, mi amor,” he said, moving his arms to the wall behind you, his biceps invading your line of vision, and the first thing you do is reach for each arm with your hands, feeling his skin. Your body and mind slowly losing the control to stop yourself.

“Fuck you, Torres,” you said in a huff. For a second there you truly hated him. You hated him for being so damn hot for absolutely no reason, making this even harder for you.

That drew a chuckle out of him, “What?” he said with a smile still on his face. You stared back at him and he felt like he could melt right then and there. All the nights he spent awake thinking about you. Thinking about every single thing that makes you the woman of his dreams. Every thought he ever had of you led him to this moment.

“Kiss me, Y/n,” he said so softly that it almost sounded like a request. His eyes left yours for the first time since he backed you up on that wall, instead focusing on your lips. 

You felt your hands start to shake and your heartbeat rise. You were just getting ready to leave for the night, how the hell did the conversation you both shared about the day's work end up like this? 

Suddenly, your mind was consumed by just one thought: fuck it. Fuck the rules. He wanted you. 

He wanted you and that is all you needed to hear to convince yourself to finally close the distance between your lips. 

Dante's lips were exactly what you expected, so soft and warm. His hands instantly left the wall and held your body close, your hands flying to the back of his head.

The kiss destroyed any second thought or insecurity Dante ever felt about being with you, it felt so right to finally have you. Thoughts of not being enough or not doing the right thing seemed impossible now that he tasted you. 

You could not remember the last time your mind did not wake you up in the morning with thoughts of him. Kissing his lips felt like long overdue and neither of you could stop now.

What started with a rough touch of lips grew into a battle for control. Tongues meeting each other, looking for dominance. A bite here and there, accompanied by a softer peck to ease the pain. You both followed this ritual over and over again, not even thinking about where you were or what you were doing.

Hands were flying everywhere, to feel hair, neck, shoulders, and pretty much anything else they could reach. It was all becoming too much. You both were sweating and panting but did not show any signs of stopping.

One special scratch of nails on his shaved head made Dante snap, breaking the contact with your lips. He reaches for your thighs, lifting you up with ease. Your legs instantly wrapped around him and you both suddenly stayed still, enjoying the sensation of being in each other's arms.

You fit so perfectly in his arms and Dante felt like he could hold you forever.

However, you both realized where you were, your senses coming back for a moment. 

“We need to get out of here, amor,” he said, still holding you firmly. If you did not leave now Dante would take you right here and you sure would not complain.

Your hands caressed his head, smiling at him in response, “We do D, right fucking now.”

He smiled so big you could count every tooth in his mouth. You both started laughing and he put you back on the ground.

Smiles, intertwined hands, hearts full of love, and bodies full of desire. That's how you both left the district that night. 

Thankfully, you did not meet anyone on your way out. It was late and the difficult case they solved that day had sent everyone rushing home to rest. 

Rest. Something you and Dante would not be having tonight, and everyone who set eyes on you at that moment could see that. But no one did, thank God.

But it was not like they did not know already. It would be anything but a surprise for your friends and coworkers.

“Well damn. So much for no in-house relationships, right Hank?” Platt said laughing after you and Dante walked up to Intelligence after first being introduced to each other.

Hank ran a hand across his face, eyeing the stairs you both went up seconds ago. You literally just met, what the hell? He never has a moment of peace.

“If you ask me, this is all your fault, Hank," Platt said with a taunting smile, she loves teasing him about this ongoing Intelligence situation. “You always choose such perfect partners, they can't help but sleep with each other.”

Voight groans, “For goodness sake.”

I was hit with inspiration for my man, isn't he delicious? I love how this one came out! Feel free to reblog, like, and share your thoughts <3 Btw we need more Dante Torres fics!

[samantha-chicago]

Protective - *NSFW*

Summary : When avoiding your over protective brother can lead to some good sex

Pairing : Dante Torres x Atwater!reader

Warning/s: Smut

Under 18s DNI

Having a brother in the best unit in the city had some perks but there were also a lot of disadvantages. When your boyfriend messaged saying that he had found your handbag in his car when he got to work this morning you thought nothing about just turning the car around and going to meet him to get it back. You had also forgotten you were in the same clothes you were in last night when Kevin came around to see you before you headed out on your date.

“Ah little Atwater. You want up to intelligence?” Trudy asked and you nodded 

“Yeah please Trudy” You smiled and she walked out from behind her desk walking you up to intelligence. “Thank you Trudy” You smiled as she walked away. Dante instantly smiled over as he saw you. 

“Hey Y/N what are you doing here?” Kevin asked walking over as he spotted you 

“I left my bag at Molly’s last night. I know it was stupid but there was nothing in it but make-up touch up and perfume.  Torres found it and I’m now just here to collect it” You smiled 

“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday” You looked down at your outfit due to your brothers words 

“I wear outfits more than once” You shrug as he gives to the protective look 

“I don’t trust you. I’ll find out who it is” He replied and you rolled your eyes. “I promise I will and I’ll hurt him” 

“Okay Kevin. You’re jumping to conclusions that there’s even anyone there” Kevin gave you a look as you rolled your eyes walking over to Dante. 

“I just left it in my car” He smiled 

“Okay. I’ll walk down with you” You shrug before following him downstairs and out to his car 

“It’s quite fun avoiding your brother” He hummed standing in front of you as you leaned against his car

“Is that right? You could have reminded me to get changed!” You exclaimed. You were hiding your relationship because Kevin typically scared all of your boyfriends off. 

“Oops” He smirked and you shook your head. Dante leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips “My house tonight?” He asked against your lips 

“Sounds like a plan to me, officer” You hummed. 

A couple hours later you were sitting in Dante’s house after he got home from work. You were meant to be watching a movie but in all honesty you were far more interested in him. 

“Enjoying the sight?” He teased with a smirk and you nodded. 

“I don’t know who wouldn’t. But they better not. You’re mine” You hummed as he moved so he was now on top of you. His arms holding him up next to your head

“Oh yeah? That right?” He teased and you nodded 

“I’ll kill them if they look at you” You hummed 

“I’d have to arrest you then” He replied 

“Hot” You shrugged and he smirked 

“Oh yeah?” You nodded looking up at him “Let’s see if you’re saying that later then Querida” You could feel the heat between your legs as he called you darling in Spanish. “Bedroom” He whispered against your ear before moving away. You happily complied walking through to the bedroom stripping off your clothes as you did. Laying on the bed as Dante walked in the room 

“mi niña hermosa” He whispered and you smiled putting your body weight on your forearms as he walked over taking his shirt off. You frowned as you saw new cuts and bruises on his chest. 

“Baby” You whispered running your fingertips over them 

“No. Tonight is all about you Querida” You smiled lying back as he carefully pushed you back. In one swift move he moved your panties down your legs and threw them to the other side of the room. His fingers moving from your hips down to your lips, barely touching you as he spread your wetness. Your hips moved subconsciously as you wanted his touch more and more. Sex with Dante was now something you craved. He moved up kissing you as his fingers began to rub circles on your clit. 

“More please” You whispered as he pressed kisses along your jaw, one finger sliding into you followed by a second causing a moan to escape from your lips. Dante with his other hand palmed his cock before pulling his boxers down and pushing in, filling you up. Dantes fingers are still working their magic on your clit as you grabbed the sheets on his bed. Head thrown back as you clenched around him, moans now more frequent as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten 

“Ven querida” Dante’s Spanish was all you needed to push you over the edge. Your body feeling as it was falling apart as Dante continued to thrust into, his thrusts now becoming more staggered. After a moment he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your head as you came back around from your high. 

“Querida. Need anything?” He asked and you shook your head 

“Just to clean up” You smiled now looking up at him. Dante disappeared for a moment before coming back with a cloth to clean you up. 

“Are you sure? No fruit juice, a little snack?” He asked being the complete gentleman that he was 

“No. I’m okay I promise” You smiled as he wrapped his arms around you “What inspired that sex?” You asked looking up at him 

“The fun of hiding from your brother”

[omgrachwrites]

Extra Credit - Joaquin Torres

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: When you transfer in from New York, you come across the most beautiful Professor that you've ever seen.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex

Words: 1306

Disclaimer: This gif doesn't belong to me!

A/N: This was just a little something short and sweet that crossed my mind and I miss writing Torres! I willl probably be going back to my fics after writing this! Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! xxx

“I really appreciate this, thank you. I’m sorry to be so much trouble,” you bit your lip before smiling sheepishly as you glanced up at Professor Wilson. He was the Dean at the Californian University you were now attending.

Wilson waved away your words of thanks and apologies as he smiled down at you as he adjusted the glasses at the end of his nose, “it’s no trouble at all, I’m happy that I was able to help,” he strode quickly down the hallway that you had to struggle to keep up. He was taking you to your lecture that started five minutes ago.

You had never gone to college at 18 like everyone else, how could you when you had no idea what you wanted to so? So, here you were at 26 in your second year of University, you had transferred in from New York and unfortunately for you, you had decided that you wanted to transfer in the middle of the semester.

Thankfully, as the Dean, Sam Wilson was able to help and he’d been very generous with his help, Sam knocked on the door of the lecture hall and a couple of seconds later, there was a warm cheerful voice that bade you to enter. Sam strode into the room while you lingered in the doorway, suddenly feeling nervous.

“What can I do for you, Professor?” the lecturer asked Sam, you didn’t have to be looking at him to know that he was smiling, you could already hear it in his voice.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Professor Torres, but you have an extra student, a transfer,” Sam glanced over you at his shoulder, giving you a warm smile so you walked up to stand at his side, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

You looked up at the Professor and saw with a jolt that he was only a couple of years older than you and he was gorgeous, with curled thick hair and puppy dog eyes. He was wearing a white button up shirt and he’d rolled his sleeves up to his forearms and you practically salivated at the sight. Torres’ eyebrow raised and his mouth parted in surprise as he looked at you, nodded his head and you noticed a muscle fluttering in his jaw.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N,” he smiled which made his eyes crinkle, you flushed and managed to smile back.

“I’ll leave her in your capable hands,” Sam grinned and patted you on the shoulder as he strode from the room.

Torres smiled at you as you stood there, not daring to turn around to see everyone’s eyes on you, “what are your feelings about Dante’s Inferno?”

You laughed as you hitched your bag higher on your shoulder, “I like it, though it did give me nightmares.”

Torres chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair as he nodded, looking mildly impressed that you’d already read it, “go ahead and find a seat, Y/N.”

You nodded at him and, ignoring the eyes on you, you walked through the seated sea of students and found an empty space next to a cute guy with blonde hair and dimples. He grinned at you as you sat down, you smiled back and turned back to look at Torres, who looked between you and the guy with a muscle fluttering in his jaw. He momentarily hesitated before he began his lecture again.

As Torres talked, you found yourself hanging onto his every word – as was there girls that were sitting in front of you – causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head. Torres spoke with his hands so about ten minutes into the lecture, you spotted his wedding ring glinting under the artificial light. Soon, Torres left the class to start their essay on Dante’s Inferno and you were going back over your notes when you glanced up to see Torres make his way to you.

“Y/N,” he whispered so he wouldn’t disturb any of your classmates, you raised an eyebrow as you sat back in your seat, waiting, “I need to see you at the end of class, you missed the assignment at the start of class.”

“Sure thing, Professor,” you smiled, causing him to nod at you before he cleared his throat and walked back to his desk, glancing at you over his shoulder, making you smile to yourself as you went back to your notes.

At the end of class, you hung back and took your time gathering your things, letting the rest of the class file out, hardly anyone spared you a glance but you weren’t here to make friends. When everyone had left Torres was rooting through his desk drawers for something so you took it upon yourself to stalk over to his desk.

“So, what’s the assignment, Professor?” you asked, laughing as he whipped his head up quickly to look at you and you gave him an innocent look.

Torres bit his lip as he leaned his hip against his desk, “miss Y/L/N,” he chuckled before trying again, “miss Y/L/N,” he shook his head, “I’m sorry, I can’t do it, it’s too weird calling you by your maiden name.”

You giggled as you cupped your husband’s cheeks, “but baby, you were doing so well,” you smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You had missed him so much. Your husband Joaquin was mostly a guest lecturer so he travelled all over the country. Joaquin smiled against your lips as he wrapped a hand in your hair and leaned you against his desk.

“You’re so bad, Professor,” you laughed as you watched his eyes darken and he leaned in for another kiss.

“I missed you so much,” he pulled you close as he murmured against your lips.

“I missed you too,” you smiled, playing with the ends of his hair, “I needed a break so I got a week off from college in New York, to come and see you. Sam helped me out with the arrangements.”

Joaquin laughed as he kissed your forehead, playing with your wedding ring that you wore around your neck, “you needed a break from New York so you decided to come to a college in California?”

You smiled as you rested your hands against his firm chest, “okay when you put it like that, it sounds silly,” you laughed, “but I’m only in this college today and tomorrow.”

“And the rest of the time, you’re gonna be naked in my bed?” he looked at you with innocent eyes, even though his words betrayed him.

“Of course,” you smirked, leaning forward to capture his lip with yours, biting his bottom lip gently as you pulled away.

Joaquin smiled as he moved your hair away from your face, “I promise, as soon as I finish my post here, I’m going to get a permanent one in New York, I want to start our family, Y/N. I love you.”

You knew that Joaquin absolutely adored his job and you knew what you were signing up for when you married him but that didn’t mean that you missed him any less. You would love for him to have a permanent job in New York, for him to be there when you got home.

“That sounds absolutely perfect, I love you too, baby,” you kissed him sweetly, before you smirked and pushed him away a little so you could perch on the edge of his desk, hiking your skirt up so he could see your lace underwear. You smirked as his eyes darkened and he licked his bottom lip, “now how about we see about that extra credit Professor Torres?”

“God, Y/N. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he smirked, pulling your legs so they wrapped around his waist. Bless Sam Wilson for helping you with this.

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