Holt Puts Rosa In Her Place

Terry looks like he’s buffering. Gina’s jaw drops. Boyle starts fanning himself. Amy’s face goes bright red.

You’re pretty sure your brain short-circuits. Your cock throbs so hard it hurts.

“That’s not good,” you mutter under your breath as chaos immediately begins to erupt.

But before anyone can say anything else, Captain Holt’s voice slices through the noise like ice.

“Detective Diaz.”

The room falls silent again.

Holt walks forward slowly, hands clasped behind his back, expression unreadable. He stops directly in front of Rosa, eyes drifting down to her newly enhanced chest for a long, deliberate moment before rising back to her face.

“Into my office. Now.”

Rosa smirks, clearly pleased with the reaction. “Sure thing, Captain.”

She starts to close the trench coat, but Holt stops her with a single raised finger.

“Leave it open.”

Rosa’s smirk falters for half a second… then something darker flashes in her eyes. She follows Holt into his office with the coat hanging open, her massive new tits on full display for the entire bullpen to see.

The door shuts.

You all sit there in stunned silence for nearly ten minutes.

Then you hear it.

A loud, muffled thud from inside the office. Followed by Rosa’s sharp, angry voice - quickly cut off.

Then… nothing.

For five more minutes.

Suddenly, the blinds on Holt’s office windows snap shut. The lock clicks audibly.

Another minute passes.

Then the sounds begin.

First, Rosa’s voice - sharp and defiant. Then it changes. It becomes strained. Gasping. Almost shocked.

You hear the distinct sound of clothing being torn. A low, authoritative murmur from Holt. Then a wet, rhythmic slapping noise that grows faster and harder.

Rosa lets out a choked moan that quickly turns into a guttural, angry groan - the sound of someone being fucked so hard they can’t stay quiet.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The desk is clearly being slammed against the wall.

You’re rock hard, barely breathing. The entire bullpen is pretending not to listen while openly eavesdropping.

Rosa’s voice cracks.

“F-fuck- Captain-!”

Another hard slap of flesh. Then Holt’s calm, controlled voice - just loud enough to carry through the door:

“You will learn your place, Detective Diaz. These… distractions… belong to the squad now. And right now, they belong to me.”

Rosa’s next moan is shameless, broken, and dripping with **** pleasure.

The slapping sound grows faster, wetter, more brutal. You can hear her massive new tits clapping together with every violent thrust.

Whatever Holt is doing to her in there, it’s visceral.

And from the sound of Rosa’s voice slowly losing its edge and turning into ****, cock-drunk whimpers… he is putting her in her place very, very thoroughly.