Listen to Her || A Chicago P.D. Fanfiction

'Birthday Prepping' Special

A/N: ❗❗This chapter will be containing smut! Mentions of voyeurism, exhibitionism, thigh riding, cock warming, and public sex!❗❗

A few days later, Tuesday, February 10th, 2022
It's been days of very eager planning. By who, you may ask? By none other than Hank, Al, and Antonio. What for, what's the occasion? Well, Danielle is 4 days away from turning 22! It was a few days ago, after she got sick, that her husbands had a private discussion, just the three of them. They each couldn't get over how perfect their wife is and how lucky they are, thinking that with how well she responded to their praises, she grew even more perfect in their eyes. They all came to a similar idea of wanting to show off their wife in one particular way. So, they began doing some research which was followed by planning. This surprise of theirs has been very thought out down to every single detail. After going over everything yesterday without their wife's knowledge, the three men put their secret plan into action, starting today, a Tuesday evening after work. Hank can hear the 21 year old lingering around the door to his office just like he knew she would do. It's no surprise to him though since he did tease her in the locker room earlier today when the boys were out for lunch, leaving her pussy dripping after he fingered her two times. Yet instead of getting two releases, Danielle was left a very needy mess both times. Her orgasms were never given to her, much to her frustration, and no matter how much she softly begged him, Hank had only given her a small smirk before ordering her back to her desk to finish her lunch and to finish proofreading some papers for him. He knows she's been good today, especially right now, since janitor Jones is going around the office, giving it a thorough cleaning. The head of Intelligence is sitting in his office, hardly even trying to finish up some paperwork for the night. He can hear his wife moving things around on her desk so the janitor doesn't mess anything up. 'It'll happen any second now.' Voight thinks, letting a smirk grace his lips as he pretends to read the paper he's holding. He completely loses his focus when he hears her heels softly clicking against the bullpen's floor, and that makes him set the paper down and slowly look up at his waiting wife. "Excuse me, Sargent?" She asks softly, being respectful since there's another person present somewhere around the office, cleaning away. She's standing in the doorway, peeking in from behind the partially closed door, wearing a matching all black blouse and skirt combo, hair neatly curled, with a sweet smile on her matte red colored lips, and Hank knows right now that he isn't going to be finishing his paperwork. Not that he wanted to, anyway. "Yes, sweetheart?" He asks as he beckons her over, silently loving the fact she immediately complies, slipping through the available space between the door and its frame without touching the either, walking up to the side of him nearest to her. He sits back in his chair, legs spread, and Danielle takes the opportunity to step between them then sit down on his lap. "I'm curious if you're planning on working late tonight?" She softly wonders aloud, not meeting his gaze. Instead, she runs her fingers along the details of his uniforms' tie, up to the knot, and over one side of the collar of his white dress shirt. He would've been wearing a regular button up shirt, but he had an important meeting today while his team had to attend a conference on his behalf. Hank swallows thickly, but keeps his expression calm. "I was hoping to finish this up, but I have the feeling that you need something from me. Am I right, sweetheart?" "Yes, Sargent." He hums and places a hand on her left thigh, slowly running his hand up the smooth hose covering her skin, the hem of her skirt becoming bunched up as his hand creeps under its fabric. It's lifted just enough to reveal his wife's lace panties that are, no doubt, still soaked from earlier. If her words didn't get him, that mere little fact sure as fuck did. "What could it be that you want, hmm?" Voight's gravelly and purposely lowered voice asks, acting like he doesn't know exactly what she has in mind as he trails his fingers up and over her hip then along the edge of the lace panties. "Sargent, I-," Her words stop as she suddenly inhales sharply, feeling his hand slip under her blouse, his fingers placing feather-like touches up her side, then over her ribs before cupping one of her curvaceously covered breasts and swiping his finger over the swell of it through her bra. "Do you want me to touch you? To make you feel good, my pretty girl?" She hums and nods, eyes fluttering closed as he brings his free hand up her neck to cup her face. He runs his thumb over her bottom lip before leaning in to kiss her, gently biting her bottom lip, making Danielle whimper softly. "Yes, please, Sargent. I need you." The sentences leave her mouth in a whisper as she reaches for his tie, grasping it gently and slowly pulling on the knot to loosen it. Hank pulls her closer and kisses her again, making the sniper sigh against his lips. He finds her arms and wraps them around his neck for her before he shifts and grips the back of her thighs, carefully lifting her up to sit on the edge of his desk in front of him. Leaning back on her hands, she watches as he undoes the buttons to her blouse before it opens, her husband drinking in the sight of her. He grins, his eyes growing darker with lust as they trail down her body. "Such a pretty girl. You know, I should be upset that you've distracted me from my work, but I can't turn you away. Especially when you come in here looking so gorgeous and asking me so nicely." His hands trail down her skin again, reaching her waist where he bunches up the skirt then pauses. "Now tell me what you want, sweetheart." She can feel a blush rising on her face as she slightly wiggles under his touch, desperate for him to use her. "Please Sargent, I really want your cock inside of me." Voight has to bite his tongue to stop himself from groaning at the words because all he wants to do is to hold his wife down and take her on his desk. But, he has to be calm if he wants his plan to work, so instead he slowly bunches the shiny, smooth pantyhose material in his hands and digs his fingers into it, tearing them open just enough for her soaked panties to be exposed. He uses one hand to pull the wet lace away from her dripping cunt while the other hand pulls out and easily flips open his pocket knife, the one she gifted him on their first wedding anniversary. Soon, he's swiftly cutting at the material, one swipe at the waistband, another near her heated pussy. He tugs them off of her, putting his knife back into his slacks, his wife's underwear also going in that same pocket. Danielle whimpers as he gently spreads her legs, hearing him humming at the sight of her arousal, the spot between her legs glistening in the dim lighting of his office lamp. "Henry, please." She begs softly in a whine, hoping that the use of his first name will cause him to just use her as he pleases which she knows will give her her own pleasure. His hand stops midway up her thigh, and his eyes never leave hers as he asks, "What was that?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, Sargent, I need you." The simple apology makes him harden even more in his slacks, so he leans down and gives her rough kiss, one that when they pull away, leaves her breathless. He very much wants to reward her for being good all of today, and for using one of his favorite words that only she can make sound so fucking good, and for coming to him to get off instead of having headed home to Antonio and Al. "Stay still." Hank sternly orders, Danielle almost cumming right then and there from his authority tone alone. She watches as he clears the papers and small picture frames to one side of his desk so she can have more room before he moves to take his erection out of his pants with one hand. Hank gives his dick a few strokes before lining himself up with Danielle's dripping pussy, swiftly sliding inside of her in one move. She silently exhales at the sudden fullness, feeling as if she's had the wind knocked out of her in the most pleasant way as he softly grunts a time or two, refusing to move so that he doesn't cum before he can really fuck her. He carefully lays her down, her head and back touching his desk as he leans down and takes one of her nipples in his mouth as a distraction from the slight pain he's just caused her. "Please move, Sargent." She softly whines, earning a hum around her nipple as Hank starts to shallowly move his hips. His cock is purposely hitting her sweet spot dead on with every thrust and she's absolutely loving it. It's what she's been craving this entire day and he's finally giving it to her. He pulls his mouth away from her nipple, letting go of the marked peak. He stands up straight, staying between her legs. Danielle doesn't even know when, but he already has his shirt unbuttoned, his subtly toned muscles now on display just for her. She can't help but moan at the sight, hands itching to touch those muscles, nails begging her to dig into them. Hank smirks at her, knowing exactly what she's wanting, but he isn't going to give it to her, not just yet. His hands grab her plush thighs and spread them a little wider, placing them around his waist after spreading them. Then, his hands start to move up. His hips are still moving, but now at a slow and sensual pace that he plans on keeping for a little while. His hands skim over her abused breasts, and one of them keeps going up and comes to a rest around her neck. She knows what that means so she arches her back, displaying her throat for him. He groans under his breath, lightly curling his hand around her throat to keep her head in place, his pace of thrusts quickening just a bit. He rests his hand on her throat, careful not to frighten her even though he's done this twice before on separate occasions. "You like this don't you, doll face? You like having my hand around your pretty throat?" He asks, his eyes gleaming with pride at how his hand is covering her whole neck. "Your neck fits so fucking well in my hand, I could easily crush it right now, sweetheart. But you aren't afraid of me, are you?" Instead of cowering away, she pathetically whines in arousal, suddenly lifting her hose covered hips towards him which makes him chuckle at the reaction before letting her neck go. "S-Sargent." She whimpers, only to have her mouth covered by Hank's other hand that had been squeezing one of her breasts. Hank's already quick pace becomes even faster, if it's even possible. "Please, deeper, Sargent." She moans out softly even though its muffled, and her begging works because he suddenly leans down and over her body. The sound of wheels rolling against the office floor makes its way to Voight's ears despite having her moaning and whimpering. He looks towards the door for a second before looking back down at the sniper beneath him. "Do you trust me, darling?" He asks her very softly, taking his hand off of her mouth. "With my life." She immediately answers, searching his eyes as his thrusts come to a momentary halt. He turns around as best as he can, without having to take his cock out of her, and grabs his uniform's coat from the back of his chair, turning around to find the 21 year old giving him a curious look. "It'll cover you." He tells her softly as he covers the front of her body with it, Danielle not questioning him as she slips her arms into the sleeves, wearing his coat backwards on purpose. His thrusting picks up again as he gently holds her legs around his waist, Hank snapping his hips against hers harshly. The feeling of him pounding into her is so good that she is quick to get lost in pleasure again, closing her eyes for a few seconds as her moans fill his ears. The sound of the wheels rolling stops right outside his door and the 62 year old looks towards his doorway, finding Janitor Jones opening the door all of the way with one hand as his other takes out his earbuds from his ears. "Sargent Voight, sir, I'm done with your team's portion of the office, just need to-" Jones' mouth goes dry as he stops talking, letting his eyes register what he's looking at. The sniper of the Intelligence team is covered by her boss' coat as she lies on his desk, getting roughly fucked by the man who most people, in and out of the C.P.D., fear. Hank wickedly grins at the frozen in place janitor who nervously keeps his eyes on anything but Danielle who is a moaning mess under the Sargent. "I-I, oh God, I'm so-so sorry. I didn't hear-" "Go ahead and look, Jones." Hank says with a grin, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, and faster, everything his wife wants. "You don't mind giving him a show, do you, sexy girl?" Hank smugly asks the sniper who's jaw he grabs, tilting her head back, forcing her look at a very flustered Jones, even though she sees him upside down. Something about the way he asked her, sounding so damn proud to show her off to someone who won't ever have her, makes her even more wet, leaving her pussy clenching around his dick. "N-No, Sargent. Oh, please d-don't stop!" She cries out as he finds her sweet spot again, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into them. The mid 40s janitor can't seem to move from his spot at the doorway, the young woman's pleasure filled noises keeping his feet rooted to the floor beneath his shoes. "You can watch her, Jones, and you can be thankful that I'm letting you." Voight smugly speaks, watching as the cleaner finally looks at his wife who, even though has herself entirely covered with a coat, is still the most amazing sight the man has ever seen in his life. "Are you close?" Hank asks her, voice deep and raspy. Danielle can only nod immediately. "Good, I'm close, too, darling." He pants against her ear. "Please cum inside of me, Sargent! Wanna feel you fill me up with it." "Yeah? You want me to cum inside of your tight, greedy pussy?" He asks her with a dark chuckle. "I think that's a perfect reward since you've been so good for me today. But you'll always be good for me, won't you, doll face? Aren't I right? Go on, tell me." She can't even answer the question because she begins cumming around his dick, the overwhelming orgasm rendering her silent as its euphoria begins ascending her to cloud 9. At the sight of his wife cumming, he curses loudly, his tight balls hitting against her slick pussy one last time before his hips stop moving and he empties himself inside of her. She's practically floating on his desk, basking in the afterglow of the pleasure he just gave her. She opens her eyes when she feels his hands stroking her hair in a caring manner. When her eyes focus, she sees his face is shiny because of the sweat that has gathered on his forehead. His skin is flushed the lightest shade of pink. "How do you feel, sweetheart?" He asks with a warm smile. "Very, very good." She answers, feeling herself blush as she realizes Jones is still standing at the door. "You were amazing, darling. Thank you." He says very softly, hands tucking wet hair strands behind her ears. She gives him a shy smile before he leans down and sweetly kisses her lips, taking his time to pour all of his love into it. "Let's get you home for dinner, then I want to hear you tell Dawson and Olinsky what I did to you just now. Do you understand?" Hank asks her softly once they've pulled away, watching her tiredly nod but wearing a warm smile. "Yes, Sargent." "Good girl, thank you." He helps her sit up, making sure none of her skin is showing anywhere. "You can look away now, Jones." Voight casually orders the janitor who snaps out of his daze very quickly, face going beet red as he hurriedly turns around so his back is to the couple. "I moved my car into the garage earlier so you wouldn't have to walk down the stairs after this." Hank tells Danielle as he helps her adjust her clothes. "Thank you." She says, tiptoeing to give him another kiss once he's standing up. Before she can take a step, she feels something drip out of her, and with very rosy cheeks she looks down between her and her husband's shoes. Her behavior makes him look down as well, and a small laugh leaves his mouth when he sees a bit of his cum has leaked out of her and is now on the floor. "He'll have a blast cleaning that up." He whispers to her, watching a blush sweep across her face. After fixing the paperwork and picture frames from his desk as he had them prior to all of this, he offers her his arm which she gratefully takes, both making their way towards the door and out of the office. "Have a good evening, Jones." Hank tells the janitor who can only gulp and nod, afraid he'll say the wrong thing if he opens his mouth, so he just watches them leave in silence.
~Two hours later~
"Our little bird has a story for you two. Don't you, sweetheart?" Hank comments to his two friends as the three men look at her. "You do?" Al asks her with a small smile. "Well, let's hear it." Antonio happily says. They both know what their wife is going to tell them, though. All three listen to Danielle shyly explain in great detail, because that's what Hank asked of her on the ride home, what went down in his office, beginning to end. "And did you like having Jones watching you, amor?" Antonio asks, watching a blush creep up on her already rosaceous cheeks. "Yes." She answers softly, playing with Hank's sleeve cuff in the process since she's sitting in his lap. "Why?" Al asks, happy the first day of their plan has been a success so far. "Because I like that Hank purposely made sure Jones knows he won't ever have me the way you three get to have me." Danielle answers, slightly shocked with herself that she enjoyed it so much. "So you want others to see how good we make you feel, is that it?" Hank asks her softly, feeling her grip on his sleeve cuff tighten a bit. At this point, all she can do is nod, biting the inside of her bottom lip. "You're getting wet again, aren't you?" He asks her, one of his hands finding its way to the back of her neck, resting itself there. He can feel her pussy growing awfully warm, her skirt doing little to block the heat from his clothes covered cock. "C'mere, baby." Al tells her, patting his lap. He and Antonio watch as she carefully slides out of Hank's lap and into Al's, giving him a smile as she waits for further instruction. "Dawson and I really wanna play with you. Is that okay?" Al gently asks her, watching another blush dust her cheeks as she nods. "Use your words, cariño." Antonio chimes in, wanting to get verbal permission from her. "Yes." The answer is quick, being she can feel that Al's cock is hard, imagining Antonio's is the same way. "Bend over, micetta." Al tells her, helping her adjust as needed so her head is resting in Antonio's lap while the rest of her body is comfortably draped over Al's knees. His hands run over her ass, going slow, squeezing both cheeks here and there before he lifts the skirt up to her waist, finding her hose torn and no panties in sight. "You're gonna have to buy her new ones again." He comments to his best friend who's just watching from his spot on the couch. "I know. I also thought I'd leave some material for you and Antonio to tear." Hank says with a smile, watching Danielle slightly squirm under Al's touches. "I haven't done anything to you yet and you're already dripping, pretty girl." Al says with a chuckle, earning a soft whimper from her. "Please." She whines, pushing her ass against his hand that's just resting on it, hoping that he'll touch her where she needs it. "Well, since you've asked so nicely..." Olinsky says, slipping a finger inside of her wet pussy. A small sigh of relief leaves her mouth as the 61 year old chuckles, moving his finger in and out at a good pace, thumb finding her clit which makes her moan softly as pressure is applied to it. "Oh fuck, babe, you look so good like this." Antonio softly groans, running his fingers through her hair as she looks up at him. "You should put her mouth to good use." Al says with a small smirk, feeling his wife's pussy take his fingers deeper at the thought. "Should I, hermosa (beautiful)? Want me to use your pretty little mouth while you get fingered?" Antonio asks her, watching the 21 year old eagerly nod her head. "Yes, yes, please." "Mmmm, you're always so good for us and to us. Here, amor, put it in your mouth." He tells her, having his hard dick already out of his pants and in front of her face, delightedly watching as she takes it into her mouth. "Let him use your mouth, sweet pea." Al tells her, picking up his pace of fingering just a smidge. A soft mewl is heard from the sniper who is enjoying all of the attention, letting Antonio fuck her mouth, using her free hand to sneak into Al's sweats, stroking his erected dick. "Wanna join?" Al offers Hank who takes a swig of his beer. "Nah, I'm enjoying this view." Hank answers with a small smirk. Her hips move back against Alvin's fingers, chasing the orgasm that's quickly rising inside of her, Antonio keeping her head still with both of his hands as he fucks her mouth harder, making her gag a few times. "Isn't she just so fucking pretty? Moving so well against my fingers, taking your cock so well, our little whore." Olinsky's words make her moan around Dawson's cock as he agrees with a nod. "Oh, definitely. She looks so damn good with my dick in her mouth." He answers, voice a bit strained as he tries to not cum yet. A sharp inhale is heard from Al as his wife's hand strokes him faster, causing him to start fucking her hand. "Fuck, nena, I'm so close. She close, Al?" "Very. My fingers are so deep inside of her. Aren't they, cupcake?" A string of needy moans is what he gets as an answer as Danielle works on sucking Antonio's cock now. "You better make her cum soon 'cause I can't hold back much longer." Dawson groans softly, Hank suddenly having an idea. "I want in, now." He speaks up, Al immediately taking his fingers out of their wife who whines around Antonio's dick before he gently pulls it out of her mouth. "Come here, sweetheart." The order is soft, but it's enough to make her comply right away, so she carefully gets up and makes her way over to Voight who has his dick out of his suit pants already, being he still hasn't changed. "Sit." He tells her, guiding her down onto his rock hard erection, feeling her walls pull him in as deep as they possibly can. "Hank-" " While I'm wearing this suit, you'll address me as Sargent. Nod if you understand." The gesture is quickly received as he uses one of his hands to hold her hair in a messy ponytail. "Good. Now you're gonna let them use your mouth while I keep you like this, sitting so pretty on my cock. If they think you do a good job, then I'll make you cum. Do you understand what I'm asking of you?" "Yes, Sargent." "Good girl." He very softly praises her, feeling her walls clench around him just a bit in return. "Her mouth is yours." He tells Al and Antonio who both waste no time in standing on either side of their wife, Antonio pushing half of his dick into her mouth before Al does the same, both stuffing her mouth. She stays as still as she can, wanting Hank to see her good efforts so she can be given an orgasm. "Oh, baby, fuck. Your mouth feels so good. So warm and soft around my dick." Al hisses out as one of his hands grips her hair gently. "I like this side of you, amor, being our shy little slut." Antonio groans as his pace picks up. "Gonna give it to you, babe. Gonna fill your mouth up with my cum." He warns her in a rush, Al being able to remove his dick from her mouth just on time as Antonio begins cumming with loud grunts. Hank kisses the back of her neck, feeling her walls clench around him as Dawson pulls his cock out of her mouth. "I'm close, cupcake, so don't you think about moving." Al warns her, watching her try not to move as she stays still while keeping her mouth open for him to use. "Look at you, all pretty with a mouth full of cum." He says with a little smile. "Want more?" A soft, eager whimper is what he gets as an answer. "Here, cupcake, hold still, okay? I'm gonna give you some more." He tells her, resting the head of his cock against her bottom lip before he cums in long spurts, low growls following. "I think someone is enjoying being our cum slut." Hank tells his friends who smile at their wife. "Swallow, darling. Swallow it all." Hank orders, the three watching her mouth close and two swallows being made before she shyly smiles at Dawson and Olinsky. "So, what do you two think? Does she deserve to cum?" "Is she strangling your dick?" Al asks with a chuckle as he pulls his sweats back up. "Practically holding it in a vice grip." Voight answers with a chuckle. "I vote yes. She was so good for us." Antonio says as he sits back down where he had been. "I vote yes also." Al agrees as he sits as well. "You better be ready, doll face, 'cause I ain't holding back." Hank warns with a wicked grim before he's suddenly rutting his hips up into her, holding her steady by her hips. "S-Sargent, you...oh fuck...you feel so good!" Danielle feels one of his hands leave one hip as it makes its way to the front of her body, gently resting around her neck as he fucks her harder. "Yeah, I feel good inside of you?" All he gets is deafening moans. "You know Jones will never get to have you like we have you, like how I'm pounding into you. And if he tries," A dark chuckle leaves his mkuth, "God won't be able to help him." Hank growls into one of her ears, and the truth to his words is enough to make her cum, holding onto his as a singular loud moan leaves her mouth. Her walls clench around his dick so tightly that he might as well be the one to see stars as he cums deep inside of her, holding her close to him as her hips jerk down onto him while the aftershocks happen. "Thank you, Sargent." She softly whimpers out, earning kisses to the back of her neck as he slowly pulls himself out of her pussy, feeling his cum leaking out moments later. "Anything for you, my pretty girl." He softly says, Antonio and Al tending to her as she tiredly sits on Hank's lap while wearing a huge smile that her husbands definitely don't miss on seeing.