(Holt’s POV) Reeducating Diaz

The door had barely clicked shut before you turn to face her.

Rosa Diaz stood in the center of your office, trench coat hanging open, chest heaving. Those obscene, gravity-defying breasts strained violently against her black tank top, nipples stiff and obvious. The surgery had been… effective. Vulgar, but effective.

You walk slowly around her, hands clasped behind your back, letting the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable.

“Detective Diaz,” you say evenly, “you have always possessed a certain… disruptive energy. But this?” You stop in front of her and openly stared at her newly enhanced chest. “This is deliberate provocation.”

Rosa smirked, defiant as always. “What? A woman can’t invest in herself, Captain?”

You step closer until you are inches away. She didn’t back down.

“In my precinct,” you say calmly, “when someone creates a distraction this severe, it is my responsibility to address it. Personally.”

Before she could respond, you grab her by the throat - firm, controlled - and shove her backward onto your desk. Files and pens scatter. Rosa’s eyes widen in genuine surprise as you rip her tank top down, freeing those massive, fake tits. They bounced heavily, perfect and round.

You lean over her, voice low and cold.

“I am a gay man, Detective. Thoroughly and unapologetically. But I will make an exception today. Consider this your re-education.”

You yank her jeans down roughly, not bothering to remove them fully, and free your cock. It is already hard - not from attraction to her body, but from the sheer power of putting an insubordinate detective back in her place.

You spit on your hand, slick yourself once, and drive into her in one brutal thrust.

Rosa gasped sharply, back arching off the desk.

“Fuck-!”

“Quiet,” you order, gripping her hips and slamming into her harder. The desk jolted with every thrust. “You wanted attention. Now you have it.”

You fuck her with mechanical precision - deep, punishing strokes that make her enormous new tits bounce obscenely. You grab one roughly, squeezing hard as you use it as leverage to pound her even deeper.

“You will learn,” you growl, still perfectly composed even as you rail her, “that these… assets… do not grant you power here. They make you a distraction. And distractions get corrected.”

Rosa’s tough exterior was already cracking. Her moans grew louder, more ****, turning into choked whimpers every time you bottom out inside her.

You lean down, still thrusting savagely, and spoke directly into her ear:

“I fuck men, Diaz. But I will fuck the attitude out of you if that’s what it takes. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes- Captain- fuck-!” she cries out, legs shaking.

You grab her by the throat again, pinning her down as you drive into her harder. The wet, filthy sound of your cock destroying her pussy filled the office. Her massive tits clapped together rhythmically with every violent thrust.

You feel her start to clench around you.

“You will not cum until I allow it,” you warn. “This is not for your pleasure. This is discipline.”

You fuck her relentlessly for several more minutes, using her body like a tool. When you finally felt her on the absolute edge, you pull out, spin her around, and bend her over the desk.

You slam back into her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other reaching around to roughly grope and slap her swinging tits.

“These belong to the Nine-Nine now,” you hiss, pounding her mercilessly. “Every time you look down at them, you will remember who owns this precinct.”

Rosa finally broke.

“Captain- please- I’m gonna- fuck-!”

You reach down and rub her clit with ruthless efficiency while destroying her pussy.

“Cum, cunt” you command.

Rosa Diaz came harder than you’ve ever seen anyone cum - violently, screaming, her entire body convulsing as her pussy gushes around your cock. You keep fucking her straight through it until her legs give out.

Only then do you allow yourself to finish.

You pull out at the last second and paint her ass and lower back with long, thick ropes of cum, marking her.

Rosa lays slumped over your desk, panting, trembling, tits pressed against the wood, your cum dripping down her ass.

You calmly tuck yourself away and adjusted your tie.

“Consider this your official warning, Detective,” you say, voice perfectly steady once again. “The next time you feel the need to make a spectacle of yourself… I will continue your education. In front of the squad if necessary.”

You sit back down behind your desk as if nothing has happened.

“Fix your clothes and return to work. And Diaz?”

She slowly pushed herself up, legs shaking, looking thoroughly fucked and dazed.

“Yes… Captain?”

You allow yourself the smallest smirk.

“Leave the coat off for the rest of the day. Let the squad see exactly what happens when you disrupt my bullpen.”