(tw: sexual content)
Hank grabs your wrist and leads you down the hallway into your bedroom, closing the door behind you.
As soon as the door shuts, Hank pushes you up against it and pulls you into a kiss. He puts both hands on your hips and he starts to kiss down your neck.
Hank takes off your shirt and then your bra, tossing them on the floor. You start to unbutton his shirt as he kisses you.
Hank pulls you away from the door and pushes you onto the bed, kissing down your chest. He unbuttons your jeans and slips off your blue panties. Hank runs his fingers up your thigh and traces the outside of your pussy with the tip of his finger. You let out a small moan as he runs fingers back down your leg.
Hank smirks and starts to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants.
"Flip over." Hank says as he walks up to you.
You look over his body as you turn onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. Hank slides inside of you and puts on hand on your waist. He takes his other hand and slides it up your back, grabbing a handful of your hair.
Hank thrusts into you hard, making you moan. He starts going faster as you moan louder, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up.
Hank pulls out and flips you onto your back. He slides back inside of you, running his fingers up your leg. His hand runs up your body and around your throat. You let out an airy moan as he goes harder.
Hank thrusts into you, every time harder than the last. All of a sudden he pulls out.
"On your knees." Hank says, locking eyes with you.
"Yes sir." You say, as you slide off the bed, keeping eye contact with him.
Hank looks down at you as you sit on your knees with your mouth open looking up at him. Hank moans as he cums in your mouth. He looks down at you, grabbing your chin and pulling it up towards him.
"Swallow." Hank says in a stern voice.
You swallow his load and smirk.
"Good girl." Hank says as he grabs you and pulls you onto your feet.
You walk into the bathroom, go pee and come out of the bathroom. Hank puts his underwear on and pulls on his t-shirt. You walk out of the bathroom and pull on a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt.
You walk over to the mirror in the bathroom and Hank walks in behind you. He slides one hand around the front of your waist and rests his head in the crook of your neck.
You start to giggle.
"What?" Hank says, looking up.
"That was good." You say, laughing.
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Chicago Intelligence (reader X Hank Voight)
Fanfictiony/n just graduated the police academy and applied to become an officer for the Chicago Police Department. After landing the job at the 21st precinct, you catch a glimpse of the sergeant of the Intelligence Unit. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY CHARA...