y/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...
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(tw: sexual content)
"Everything okay?" You ask, swishing the whiskey around in the short glass.
"Why would it not be?" He asks as he unbuttons the top two buttons on his shirt. You shrug. "What's in the envelope?" He pulls the bar stool out and sits down.
"What?" Your eyes dart to your jacket sitting on the counter.
He reaches over the counter and picks up a letter sized envelope that was ripped open. "This?" He taps it.
"Oh, just a letter from my Dad." You say, letting out a relief sigh.
"Mhm." Voight pulls the paper out of the envelope and reads the handwritten letter. While he reads, you grab a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with a spot of liquor and set it in front of him.
"He wants to come visit?" He asks, setting the papers down and picking up the glass.
You nod.
Voight bobs his head slowly, "Well, that should be interesting." A smile tugs at his lips.
"He's going to love it, are you kidding me?" You joke. Voight stands up from the barstool and walks over to you.
"When is he coming?" Voight asks, sliding his hand onto your cheek.
"Said he'll be here tomorrow when I talked to him on the phone earlier today." You say, letting your eyes get big.
"Well, let's make the most of tonight then." Hank pulls your body against his, he lifts you up and sets you on the counter, kissing you, letting his hand fall from your face and sliding it up your thigh.
You let out a soft moan as he pulls you against his body, feeling his cock through his black jeans against the inside of your leg.
"Yeah?" He whispers, as he pulls away from your lips and moves to your neck.
"Yeah." You say in an airy tone.
"Look what you're doing to me." He moves one of your hands to his jeans and you run your fingertips over the bulge in his jeans.
You wrap your legs around his torso and he picks you up. Voight carries you into the living room and sets you down on the couch, you flip onto his lap and grind on lap as he snakes his hands down your body and slides his hands into your back pockets. He moves your body against his, keeping a quick pace.
"Please..." Your voice trails off as he slows down.
"Please' what?" He asks.
"Just shut up and take me upstairs." You say, letting the last half of the sentence roll off your tongue in a snarky tone.
"Shut that pretty mouth of yours." He grabs your chin and pulls it firmly up in his direction.
You nod.
"Good, as long as we have an understanding of who's in control." He drops his hand from your face and motions up stairs. You hop off the counter and follow him upstairs, he pushes open the door and you walk inside, behind him.
He starts to unbutton his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. He walks over to you, braising his fingertips up your arms and back down, sliding his hand under your shirt and pulling it off. He slides his fingers back up your arm and pushes your bra strap off each of your shoulders. Your breath sharpens as he reaches around your body and unhooks your bra. The bra hits the floor and you stand in front of him shirtless.
He moves his hand from your back to your nipple, tugging at it hard. Your eyes close and a smile pulls at your lips.
"Mhm, did you like that?" Voight asks, pulling at it a little harder.
"Yes." You say in an airy tone.
"Good." He says, letting go of your nipple and pushing you back onto the bed. He undoes his belt and kicks his pants to the side. He sits down on the bed, sitting with his back up against the headboard. You look at him.
"Pants and underwear off, princess." He looks you up and down as you stand up and strip your clothes. Voight hithers you onto his lap and you do as he asks.
As you sit on his lap, he slides his hands down your body, grabbing your hips and pushing his cock inside you. He starts slowly, rocking you back and forth. You move your hands from his shoulders to the headboard, having a more steady surface to hold onto. You start to speed up, Voight moves one hand from your hip to your throat, pulling you against him.
Strands of hair fall into your face as you fuck him harder, he reaches up with his other hand and tucks them behind your ear.
"Take all of it." Voight says, sliding his hands back to your hips and forcing you down on his cock all the way. You let out a moan that is quieted by Voight's hand returning to your throat.
"Do you want me to cum in that pretty pussy?" He asks, you feel his precum inside of you as you let him choke you harder.
You nod, gasping for air.
"Use your words." He whispers in your ear.
"Yes please." You say, letting your eyes close and your nails dig into the headboard as he cums inside of you.
You sit on his lap, his hands fall from your throat and rest on your thighs as you both catch your breath.
"God we are so hot." You say, moving from his lap to lay right next to him. Voight pulls you close to him and holds you tight.
"I love you." He says.
"I love you too." You say, pulling yourself closer to him.
"Nothing is ever going to change that either. Y'understand?" Voight has a serious tone in his voice.
"I know that." You brush off his seriousness and let your eyes close. The next morning comes quicker than usual. You wake up to the sound of the shower going and the smell of fresh coffee sitting on the nightstand.
