#kim burgess smut

[saragarnier]

Away from you

Pairing: jay halstead x reader

Summary: y/n doesn’t know where Jay truly is and she got worried

Warning: angst, slightly smut, cheating,

A/N: i will probably write a part 2, stay tuned!

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You and Jay had been together for three years and everything looked good, at least it was ‘till the end of the march. You didn’t know or understand why he changed his behavior when he was with you, especially since it all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that you just couldn’t understand what happened between you two. From one day, he just started to behave differently, coming home later and telling you that he was just too busy at work, doing some paperwork and getting his things ready for the next shift. He made it looked like he was just trying to impress Voight and for a moment you actually believed him.

You knew how much he wanted to become, one day, sergeant and to be on the lead of his own unit and you just wanted to support him in any ways you could; if he wanted to make a good impression in case of a new sergeant, you wouldn’t have stop him. Actually, it looked like Voight was having some issues lately, from how Jay talked about him after work anyway, and you really trusted him and believed him about his story.

Then, one evening, you decided to go talk with Kim, having some times together and trying to explain to her what you had in mind: Jay’s birthday was closer than you thought and you had to find a good gift for him.

“I need you to help me.” You said to Kim, smiling softly. “Jay’s birthday is in two weeks and i want to surprise him with a two-days holiday. I know that he spends a lot of time at the district doing his paperwork and trying to make a good impression in case of a promotion, but i really need your help. Can you please find a good reason to get him home earlier on Friday’s night?”

Kim was surprised by your statement, not because of the surprise you were preparing for him, but for what you said about him staying at the district till late.

“What do you mean that he spends a lot of time at the district to make a good impression? He always leaves before me, actually he arrives earlier to complete the paperwork he usually leaves at the end of the shift.”

You were confused, you were really confused. What did that mean? If he usually left the district early in the evening, why he came home every night after 11 pm, when you were already sleeping?

“Uhm… he usually doesn’t come home before 11 pm.” You whispered, looking at Kim while your mind raced through all the nights you waited for him to come back home, before falling asleep because of the tiredness of the day at work.

“Y/n, i swear to God that he usually leaves at 7 pm, 8 pm if we’re up to something ‘till late.” Kim said, looking sadly at you, while something you didn’t want to admit passed through her mind.

“But… it doesn’t make sense.” You replied, shaking your head slightly. “What does he do between 7 pm and 11 pm then?”

The girl just shook his head, looking ad you sadly and placing her hand on yours, trying to reassure you in some ways. “Maybe it’s not something you have to worry about, maybe it’s just some stuff he had to do or, maybe, it’s just a bad moment for him. I remember he was like this when he suffered from PTSD.”

You nodded, but it didn’t make sense anyway. You remembered when Jay suffered from PTSD because you were always by his side, you were always there for him and you followed him step after step, trying to help him find his way out of it. It couldn’t be PTSD that time, you would have noticed immediately.

He wasn’t distressed like he was when he suffered from it, he was actually really happy and he was usually calm when he came back home.

It could be PTSD, but what was it then?”

“Sorry Kim, i have to go.” You whispered, looking at your phone and finding out it was just 9:30 pm; you had still plenty of time before he could have been home and you wanted to find out what was happening with your boyfriend, actually with your future husband.

“Don’t worry darling, it’s okay.” Kim whispered, smiling at you. “We’ll see each other soon, okay? Maybe you can come at the district one day and we can talk a little? Also Adam and Kevin missed you, you know. With all the preparations of the wedding, we didn’t see you around in a while.”

“Yeah, when i’m not at work at the hospital, i’m around the city trying some white dresses.” You sighed, wearing your jacket and placing some money on the table, paying for your own drink.

“I can imagine that. Don’t worry, really. I hope to see you again soon.” She smiled softly at you.

“I hope that too. Bye Kim, goodnight.”

You left the bar just ten minutes after and you immediately called the one and only that could have tracked Jay’s phone without a word: Mouse.

When he came back from the army, for the second time, you knew that it would have been difficult for him to start a new life again, especially after the first time. Jay helped him and, after some weeks in which he tried to convince him every single day, Mouse accepted to come back at the intelligence as a tech. It wasn’t an easy decision for him and it was strange at first, but he knew he had no better option and working with his friend was something he missed a lot.

He picked up the phone after the second ring.

“Hi! Look who showed up!” He smiled and laughed. “I was actually asking myself when you would have called me to give me the official invite to your wedding, you know? I would have asked Jay, but he i’m pretty sure is not as much involved in the preparations as you are, so…”

“Mouse, i need your favor.” You told him straight away. “I can’t find Jay and I’m worried. Can you please track his phone and tell where he is? And, can you do that without anyone knowing it?”

It was a strange request, especially since it went from you, but Mouse got it immediately and he started to track Jay’s phone straight away. He was actually scared for his friend, he was scared that Jay got into real trouble, maybe with the ptsd or something liked that, but there was no time for questions. He tracked his phone and he gave her the address after only three minutes.

“Thank you, Mouse. Sorry if i interrupted your evening. I have to go now and, don’t worry, I’ll handle the invite in person, okay?” You said, getting inside the car while looking at the address Mouse gave to you. It could be true, why was he there?

“Don’t worry, no problem at all. I’ll leave you now, i guess you’re busy… just, tell me if anything happened to him, okay?” He replied, making sure that everything was okay, making sure that you would have called him in case of trouble.

“I will, thanks Mouse.”

When he hung up, you started the car and you drove to the location he sent you; why the hell was Jay at his old apartment? Didn’t he sell it?

When you arrived at the location, you parked the car and you got out as soon as you could, going up the stairs and reaching his door just few minutes after. Fortunately, you still knew where he used to hide the key and you went for it, opening the door as silently as you could. The first thing you noticed when you entered was the emptiness of the room: there was nothing there other than some furnishings and still you didn’t understand why Jay was there.

Then, you noticed it.

Then, you noticed them: heels and they weren’t yours.

Your mouth became dry and you stopped breathing properly, trying to find an explanation for what you were seeing. You took some steps forward and your eyes fell on the jeans and t-shirts that were on the floor, all the way up to what it was Jay’s bedroom before he moved out. You took the hallway, starting to hear voices, moans you didn’t want to hear, moans you just wanted to be from your neighbors, even if you knew that they were elderly and it couldn’t have been them. Just at the front of the door, you saw them: panties and Jay’s boxer.

Your brain stopped working, you stopped breathing and your heart almost stopped beating; you just couldn’t understand what was happing, you couldn’t believed it.

You zoned out, like you couldn’t have been there, like you were just in a dream, a bad dream, a really bad one, then you came back to reality when you actually saw and hear them.

“Oh, Jay.” She moaned, begging him. “Please, faster.”

Hailey.

Jay’s partner.

“God, Hails…” Your boyfriend moaned, lowering himself on her to kiss her breast while fucking her. “I… shit… you feel so good around me.”

“Oh, J-Jay!” She moaned louder, unaware of your presence on the frame of the door, where you were watching them, without breathing.

Jay took Hailey’s legs and he put it on his own shoulder, increasing the pace.

“Yes, cum around me, baby. Cum for me, i love you.”

Surprisingly. It wasn’t watching him fucking her that destroyed you: it was his last three words, the same three words he said to you every morning before going to work, the same three words he said to you on the phone when he was to busy at work to come home, even if he was actually heading to his old apartment, when he was able to fuck his partner whenever he wanted to.

You stepped back silently, to broken to face the truth, to heart broken to face him.

You stepped back and you left without saying a word, without make noise; you went back inside your car and only then, when Hailey’s and Jay’s moans were far away from you, you started breathing again.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks from minutes probably, but you couldn’t notice it before and you were to shocked to dry off your tears: you just wanted to add as many distance as you could between you and the man you thought was the love of your life.

You didn’t even went back to your apartment, you couldn’t have handle being again in the house that would have been yours,the house in which you hoped you would have started a family with Jay. You didn’t go back to your apartment to collect all your belongings, you just left.

You left a message to your boss’ office regarding your resignation and you drove away.

Away from Jay.

Away from your apartment.

Away from the life you dreamed of with him.

Away from the love.

Away from the pain.

Away from Chicago.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 5x16 NSFW

You can read the rest of the series here

There is mature content at the end of this chapter- completely filthy smut actually. My mind completely ran away with it. But here we go, the platonic friends area finally ends. I’m so excited to write for the rest of the season.

The team had only been back in the office for a few minutes when Trudy had shown up. There were a few cuts on her face, and she looked more shaken up than anyone had ever seen her. Kim was already starting to take a step towards her, and inquiry about how she was doing formed on her lips when Trudy spoke, “If one more person asks me if I’m okay, they will not be okay. I just want to help.”

Jay grabbed her forearm redirecting her a few paces back. Kim glanced over at him like she wanted to object but his look quieted her and instead, she leaned against his desk. Jay’s hand was still comfortable but directing weight on her arm just like it had been earlier in the day.

It had happened in a blur. The mailbox explodes. Kim had felt it vibrate through her entire body, leaving lasting tingles in her fingers and toes. The man had been blasted and with such a short distance there was no way that he could have survived it. The female detective’s mind was trying to process what had happened. This was the second bombing on the same day. The first one had nearly killed Trudy. Had she been sitting any closer to it, it would have.

Jay’s form filled Kim’s vision. His warm hand was wrapped around her forearm, his piercing blue gaze looking over her. “Are you okay?” His voice was rough and sharp with emotion. It sounded like irritation, but her mind supplied a different word- fear. Kim had been one of the closer people to the blast, but she hadn’t been hurt. “Kim, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” His grip lingered as he searched her body again for any injury, he may have missed the first time.

Trudy didn’t miss the silent exchange. Nothing could get past her sharp eyes. The older woman may be behind a desk now, but she had been a detective for years. And a damn good one at that. She didn’t miss things. She surely didn’t miss her protégée emerging closeness with Halstead over the last four to six months.

It wasn’t obvious like when Kim had been a green patrolman and started her relationship with Adam Ruzek. It was still innocent in a way. Trudy doubted that they had crossed any real lines yet. Jay Halstead was a step up from the men Kim tended to pick. Jay had his faults to be sure. He had wounds that hadn’t fully healed, even those that had left ugly emotional scars that were callous and abrasive. None of that took away from the man he was. He was a good cop, but it was more than that, he was also a good man.

Trudy glanced over at Kim who was exiting from intelligence. The others had already filtered out. Kim was lingering to make sure that she was okay. Trudy knew it and it warmed her heart almost as much as it irritated her. Or at least that is what she would let Kim think.

“Burgess,” Kim jumped to stand up straight. The desk Sargent was still looking down at the papers in front of her when Kim made it to the desk. Her eyes were bright with the want to help her mentor.

“Yes, Sergeant?”

“You're lingering like a lost puppy. Go,” Kim sighed trying to put a cap on her own emotions at the day and fighting her urge to needle Trudy with her help. Instead, she took one last look at the powerful woman and nodded. Kim had only taken it two steps when Trudy called for her again, her finger crooked in a gesture for her to come closer back. “You and Halstead have gotten pretty close.” Kim scrambled to find the right words. Trudy cut her blabbering off almost immediately by saying her last name again forcefully. “You know how I told you that I used to be quite an eater at the precinct when I started out? If a man looked at me the way that Halstead looked at you today, I wouldn’t hesitate. You only live once Burgess, might as well enjoy it.” Trudy eyes raised and her piercing stare locked with Kim’s eyes.

XXX

Kim’s heart was pounding as she waited in the hall. Her brain raced through hundreds of scenarios. Jay opens the door looking only mildly surprised to see her. She hadn’t called or texted to give him a heads-up that she was coming. She hadn’t wanted to lose her nerve. Jay was shirtless, his gray sweatpants strung low on his hips. Kim tried and failed to keep her eyes on his face.

Kim had always known that Jay Halstead was a good-looking man. She would have to be blind not to notice. But he had always been filed tidily in the friend zone. Things had been shifting over the last few months. They had been spending time together. They had talked more than ever in the five years she had known him. She had got to experience his sarcasm and sass on a new level and up close and personal.

Then there was the physical aspect of it. Kim had cuddled with her male friends before- mostly Kevin. It was nowhere near the level that she had with Jay. They had been toeing a line for a while now. Her feelings and his position in the friend zone had been blurring around the edges for the last few months.

Jay quirks an eyebrow at her, “Did you want to come in or-” Kim still thrumming with adrenaline pushes up on her toes pressing a soft but firm kiss on the lips. She pulls back searching his face anxiety squeezing her throat. Jay blinks, “Or you could do that.” Kim opens her mouth to say something- apologies maybe.

Jay’s hand cups her cheek pulling her into a feverous kiss. Kim arches into him stepping into the warmth of his body. Fire alights in her stomach and pulses through her body. Kim opens her mouth nibbling at Jay’s lower lip. He groans dominating the kiss as he forces her into the apartment, slamming her against the door as it closes. His hands grip her thighs and she jumps wrapping her legs around his waist.

She rocks deliberately against him, his sweatpants doing nothing to conceal the feel of his growing erection. Jay groans, his lip finding the delicate skin of her neck. He leaves hot open-mouthed kisses down her throat and the V of her shirt. Kim tugs at his hair, her other hand feeling the muscles of his shoulders and back. Jay carries her to the living room throwing her down couch. Kim laughs breathlessly and starts to push up on her hands when Jay pulls her legs forcing her to slide to him with her legs spread for his hips.

Jay folds forward kissing her exposed stomach where her shirt had ridden up. He licks at her skin, his scruff tickling her as she unconsciously rolls her hips up into his face. Her hands trace his naked back as he continues his assault downwards. His fingers pop the button of Kim’s jeans. She lifts to help him pull them off, her cotton underwear coming off with them.

Jay’s eyes dilated and Kim barely breathed his name before he dropped to his knees in front of her. He nipped and kissed up her inner thigh. Just as he was about to get to her wet center, he passed over it going down that other thigh. Kim was panting hot and desperate with need. She whimpered at his teasing, her legs wrapping around him to pull him closer to where she wanted him.

Her eyes rolled back, her body arching as his mouth finally found her pussy. He lapped at her juices, sucking her clit into his mouth. His fingers soon joined his mouth in pursuit of her pleasure. Jay pumped them into her curling his fingers to find the place inside her that would make her fall apart.

Detective Jay Halstead was always detail-orientated and a quick study. This was no exception. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what Kim liked. Her thighs were shaking on his shoulders and he had to force them to stay open instead of squeezing around his head. Kim’s toes curled and her vision went white as her orgasm crashed over her. Jay's fingers worked her through her pleasure. He didn’t rush her letting her bask in her afterglow. She giggles trying to catch her breath. He gently let her legs slide down to his waist as he moved to steal another messy kiss.

Kim could taste herself on his lips and it was more erotic than it had any right to be. Jay was searching for the hem of her shirt and broke away from her just long enough to yank it over her head leaving her completely naked under him. His hands caressed the newly exposed skin, cupping her breasts and rolling her tight nipples in between his fingers. His mouth traveled down her body to meet his hands, sucking her right nipple into his hungry mouth.

Jay's body thrummed with white-hot energy. His hip rolled against her, wetting the front of his pants with her arousal. His cock was hard and rubbing a delectable spot. Kim’s hands push down his waistband, feeling his cock jump free catching between their sweat-slicked bodies. Jay broke free of her breast to groan, his hands following her curves down to her hips and squeezing in a warning. “Kim,”

“Do you have a condom?” He rose to search her eyes. There was no hesitation in the brown depths. He nodded stealing one more kiss before sitting back to reach for his wallet on the corner table at the end of the couch.

Kim took this time to study his body. He had an athletic build, all lean muscle. His thighs were as muscled as his arms and back. Her gaze stuck on his cock. Jay Halstead was above average in many ways and this was one of them. She knew it had to be on the bigger side when she was rocking against it but seeing it was another thing. His dick was long and slender curving slightly up, precum leaking from the swollen tip. Kim traced the soft hair of his happy trail from his belly button down. His hair was dark and neatly trimmed. Without thinking Kim leaned up and licked the bead or precum off the tip. “Fuck,” Jay dropped his wallet in surprise, luckily keeping his grip on the condom he had retrieved. Kim was looking at him innocently through her full dark eyelashes. Her hand grasped his cock firmly pumping it leisurely. “And you act so sweet.” Jay opened the condom with his teeth, and Kim let go so he could put it on.

“I am sweet,” Kim kissed him twisting her body to urge him to sit so she could straddle his lap. “But I do my best to get what I want.” She sucked at his pulse point and ground her hips against his making them both moan.

“Then take it.” His voice was husky as his touch brushed softly across her back. Kim needed no more encouragement as she sank onto his cock. Her arousal from her orgasm made it an easy slide. Kim cried out her breath hitching as she became fully seated on him. Jay’s hands gripped her hips tightly holding her down on him.

The pace starts slow but neither are willing to keep it that way for long. Kim increases the pace rapidly. Jay lets her take control-at first. Watching her body bounce up and down on him, feeling his pleasure sizzle through his body. When she finds a solid rhythm that she sticks to that is when he starts teasing her again. His fingers sneaked between their bodies to circle her clit. It has the immediate desired effect. She curses her movements getting sloppy as she arches her back giving him the perfect access to her breasts. He keeps his hand firmly on her back to keep it arched as he catches it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud then sucking.

He keeps rubbing her and feels her legs start to give the slightest tremble again. Kim might think she is in complete control. He has no problem with her assumption as he has her exactly where he wants her. Her movements get sloppy, grinding more than thrusting. “Jay,” It was a breathless whine. He released her nipple to watch her face as another albeit gentler orgasm washed through her. Arousal flooded through her dripping down her thighs and onto his, as she clenched around his cock.

He grabbed her ass and started thrusting up into her. Her nails bit into his back, holding desperately onto him. The angle is madding and Kim's hips stutter while following his pace. Jay’s hand tangles in her dark tresses. He knew Kim liked her hair played with. His fingers curled the strands around the nape of her neck and gave an experimental tug. A moan escaped her throat and he pulled harder feeling her core clench around him. His thrust gets sloppy as he comes hard.

Only the sound of the couple's mingled panting can be heard. Kim rests her forehead against his shoulder, rising and falling with his chest while he attempts to catch his breath. She tilted to see Jay’s blue eyes. “That was incredible.” Jay hums in agreement. “Let’s do it again.” He chuckles, but Kim levels him with an even stare showing her seriousness of the statement.

He huffs out a breath, relaxing on the couch for a moment then abruptly standing up and lifting her by the ass. She shrieked wrapping her legs tightly around him as he took her to the bedroom.

[storiesofsvu]

Hey besties.

So thanks to an influx of new followers and from different fandoms and interesting requests I’ve been getting I figured it was needed to repost this.

Things I WILL NOT write for:

-Non con or even CNC

-Age gaps. (Realistic ones are fine. But i refuse to do 18 year old super genius yn who graduated Harvard already and 40+ year old character falls in love with them).

-Basically YN under the age of 30. I’m in my mid 30’s and most people in the industries that my fics involve would be in that age rage, or even older. if you’re looking under, go elsewhere.

-Underage yn’s. If you want a fic where yn is the chlld this is NOT the place.

-stories involving losing virginities. While i may write someones first experience with the the same sex, or a specific style, i do not write virgin characters

-pregnant y/n’s. It’s very rare I will accept requests involving pregnancy

-Male yn’s. Nothing against it but as a female, esp when it comes to smut I’m uncomfortable writing it.

-Same goes for medical conditions. There are certain that I am familiar with or are easier to research or I have close friends who can give insight to, otherwise i feel like I’m not doing it justice and also dont want to offend. Dm or send an ask if you have specific questions.

WHO I Write For:

(just because there is someone on my masterlist does not mean i still write for them. i only write this list.)

Law and Order(SVU/OC/ OG)

-Rita Calhoun, Casey Novak, Elizabeth Donnelly, Alex Cabot, Olivia Benson, Grace Muncy, Tonie Churlish, Melinda Warner, Pippa Cox, Sonya Paxton, Amanda Rollins, Peter Stone, Mike Dodds, Joe Velasco, Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Terry Bruno.

-Ayanna Bell, Samantha Maroun

-Calex, Barhoun, Calvak, Novelly, Benhoun.

Criminal Minds:

Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Alex Blake, Tara Lewis, Aaron Hotchner

House of Cards:

Heather Dunbar, Jackie Sharp

-Duckie (heather x jackie)

Homeland:

Elizabeth Keane

Grey’s Anatomy/Private Practice:

-Addison Montgomery, Amelia Shepherd, Charlotte King

NCIS:

Abigail Borin, Anthony Dinozzo

Chicago PD:

Hailey Upton, Kim Burgess, Erin Lindsay, Kevin Atwater

DM/Ask box for taglists!

[runnning-outof-time]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @huntingingoodwill ! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

None … I’ve never used that platform

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

None … because I’ve not posted any stories on that platform.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Peaky Blinders

4. Top 5 fics by kudos (I’ve also went but tumblr notes…since I’m not on ao3)

And I’ve got too many fics to check through, so I can’t give 5, but I know for sure that my top viewed fic is The Brother That Always Wins by a lot.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely yes. Receiving and responding to comments is one of my favorite parts of being a writer.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It’s probably The Reckoning. … I’m not sure if the ending is angsty, but the fic most certainly is.

7. What’s a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh my there’s too many to choose from … fluff’s my favorite thing to write.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thank goodness. I think I’d leave/stop writing if I did … of course, I’ve gotten some comments disagreeing with what characters have done, but I wouldn’t consider those to be hate.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope.

10. Craziest crossover?

I don’t think I’ve written a crossover … but I have had ideas of possibly mixing 1923 with Peaky Blinders - idk where I’d even start with that, but the idea of having (Y/N) be with both Spencer Dutton and Tommy Shelby was (and still is) super tempting lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No (not that I know of, at least).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I have had people ask in the past.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No…but I’m most certainly had some help on my fics from several of my amazing mutuals on here.

14. All time favorite ship?

Kim Burgess x Adam Ruzek on Chicago PD - if anything happens to them I’m done with that show.

15. What’s a fic you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I originally had grand plans for Birmingham, but they withered away as engagement dwindled … I don’t think I’ll ever pick it up again.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at writing dialogue … and fluff probably too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

World building definitely - I feel like I struggle with descriptions of things … and also writing dialogue without dialogue tags to it.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Oh 100% use it if it fits the situation!

19. First fandom you wrote in?

I think it was for Big Time Rush 🙈

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

That’s a hard one. Maybe I’d say my OC series To Be Alone because it’s what got me into this beautiful fandom.

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Tagging: @toms-cherry-trees @emotionalcadaver @look-at-the-soul @justrainandcoffee @writers-hes @little-diable

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

Turn Back Time

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/q8WMP0I

by pinkdaisies_ox

“What if I’m just chasing ghosts?”

Kate had almost lost herself in a dark, bottomless pit of desperation searching for her father’s killers but, even if she did find the people responsible, he still wouldn’t be here with them to watch his granddaughter clap her little hands together as Hank extinguished the candle atop her first birthday cake with an exaggerated puff.

But, if she did, perhaps she would finally find some semblance of peace knowing that those who had taken these little moments from them had been rightly served justice they deserved.

Words: 6324, Chapters: 2/30, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Hank Voight & Kate Meadows

Fandoms: Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Med, Chicago Fire

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hank Voight, Original Female Character(s), Kevin Atwater, Hailey Upton, Erin Lindsay, Jay Halstead, Trudy Platt

Relationships: Hank Voight/Original Female Character(s), Jay Halstead/Hailey Upton, Kim Burgess/Adam Ruzek

Additional Tags: Drama, Angst, Romance, Family, Fluff, Smut, Domestic Fluff, Marriage, Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/q8WMP0I

[thewomenofchicagopd]

Ambushed- Kim Burgess

Pairing: Kim x Reader

Summary: Reader gets ambushed

Requested: Yes by @kloy344

Words: 2535

Warnings: guns, shooting, being ambushed, hospitals, lack of knowledge of medical things- I'm so sorry if anything is wrong, and please let me know if there are any other trigger warnings that I may have missed.

A/N: I am so so so sorry this took a lot longer than it was suppose to. I was in the process of moving and signing for my house and then I had plumbing issues that weren't getting resolved and now they finally are. Thank you for your patience, and I really really hope you like this! 💜

You slowly awoke from your slumber. Slightly turning and looking over your shoulder, you saw Kim still asleep. You gently peeled the cover off and quietly went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. When you returned, Kim sat in bed, scrolling through her phone. You made your way towards the bed and leaned over to kiss Kim.

"Good morning." You beamed.

"Well, good morning to you, too. You're in a good mood."

You laughed. "I'm always in a good mood."

Kim snorted, knowing you were never really a morning person.

"What?" You asked, sitting in front of her.

"You're very rarely a morning person." Kim chuckled.

"Well, I got to marry the love of my life yesterday. What's not to be happy about."

"True, very true," Kim said and leaned over to kiss you. "Alright, come on, let's get ready for the day."

Walking into work, you weaved your way around the sea of people trying to get to the locker room to change. You barely passed your Sergeant's desk when she called you over.

"Y/L/N."

You stopped in your tracks and turned around, making your way to the front of the desk.

"Yes, Sergeant."

"You're getting a new partner today." She said without looking up from her paperwork.

"What happened to Smith?"

"Apparently, he didn't like your attitude."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Sarge, how many partners am I going to go through before one just, I don't know, sticks around for more than one shift."

She looked up from her paperwork, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, if you'd quit running them off, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble finding you one."

"Hey, I-"

"And there he is. Officer Mike Jefferson, this is your partner Y/N Y/L/N."

You turned and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mike."

"You as well. I've heard great things about you." He said with a smile.

"I'm sure you have."

There was an awkward moment of silence before you spoke up.

"Alright, well, I'm going to get changed, and then we can head out."

Walking out of the locker room, you finished strapping up your vest and headed towards the desk to grab the keys to a squad car.

"Be safe out there." Your Sergeant called out as you walked out the door.

Riding around with a new partner was always awkward as hell, and you were never really good at keeping a conversation going, but Mike definitely could. You discovered more about him in the last couple of hours than you thought you would.

"So, have you lived in Chicago all your life?" You asked.

"No, I'm actually from Michigan. My wife got a job opportunity here and couldn't pass it up."

"Oh, that's nice."

"Yea, so what about you?

"No, I moved up here from Springfield a couple of years ago."

"You married?"

"Yea, I, uh, I actually just got married yesterday."

"Oh wow, well, congratulations, that's exciting."

"It is." You said with a big smile. "Just don't say anything to anyone, please. You are literally the first person I've told."

He looked at you, a little confused. "Not even Sergeant Miller knows?"

"Nope. No one even knows I'm dating someone. We'd only been dating for six months when she proposed, and then a month later, we decided just to get married. We weren't necessarily trying to keep our relationship private, but we just kept putting it off on telling people." You babbled.

"That's cool. My wife and I sort of did the same thing. Everyone knew we were together, but we got married secretly, honestly the best decision of our lives." He laughed.

"You ready to stop for some lunch?"

"Heck yea."

You parked in front of your favorite lunch spot. The aroma of the food wafting through the air made you excited. You loved stopping by here. The owner was the sweetest lady and always sent you away with some extra for the road. Walking in, you were immediately greeted with a hug from Sonya, the owner.

"I missed you, sweetie. How have you been? How's Kim?"

"We're good. We actually just got married yesterday."

A happy gasp left her lips as she wrapped you in another hug. "Oh my gosh, I'm so happy for you two."

"Thank you, Sonya."

"And who is this handsome fella?" She turned her attention over to Mike.

"Hi, I'm Mike." He said, offering a handshake.

"Oh, please, no one shakes hands around here." She waved him off and hugged him.

"Alright, you two, go find a spot, and I'll be by to get your orders."

"Thank you, Sonya."

Finishing up lunch, you said your goodbyes to Sonya and headed back to the patrol car. Before getting in your patrol car, a young kid was coming up to y'all saying he needed help. Following him a little way down the alley, there were two other kids, both with wooden baseball bats in their hands. You stopped in your tracks and watched as the kid that asked for help take off further down the alley. Putting your hand on your gun, you firmly asked them to drop their weapons, but they didn't. You pulled your gun from your holster as they got closer to you, but as soon as you did that, a gun was pointed at your's and Mike's head.

"Guns on the ground, or we blow your brains out." One of the guys behind you said.

You held your hands up in surrender and slowly kneeled to place your gun on the ground. Looking over at Mike, you both had the same look. You lightly nodded your head, and both of you spun around and took both the gunmen out from under their feet; as soon as they were on the ground, the other two men came up to y'all and started beating you with the bats. Punches and kicks were being delivered to every part of you and Mike. The last thing you heard before you passed out was a gunshot.

Fifteen minutes later, the Intelligence unit was called to the crime scene. You and Mike had already been taken to MED before they showed up.

"What do we got?" Voight asked one of the officers that were on the scene.

"Guy called and said he was going to clean up his backyard when he saw two officers laying on the ground motionless. He said he didn't know how long they were laying there before he saw them."

"Do we know the officers' names?"

"No, their badges are missing, and we can't find their patrol car within a mile radius."

"Alright, thanks." Voight turned around to talk with the team. "I need everyone to go around and start asking questions. See if anyone saw anything."

"That was Will," Jay said, jogging up the stairs as he hung up the phone. "He said both officers are in surgery and will update us when he finds out more."

"Have we been able to identify who the officers were?" Kim asked.

"Not yet, their badges were taken, and we're still waiting for POD footage to come through."

"Speaking of footage, I just got it," Kevin said as he turned his computer around.

Everyone gathered around his computer, and he hit play. They all watched intently.

"Oh my god." Kim gasped as she finally recognized one of the patrol officers getting ambushed.

"What?" Adam asked, turning to look at her.

"I know that patrol officer." She said, sitting up a little straighter, disbelief taking over her body. Kim felt like she was ready to puke. She couldn't believe you were the one getting ambushed, and this is how she found out.

Everyone looked at Kim, confused.

"You know this officer? How?" Voight asked.

"That's my wife,"

"Then who's the guy?" Jay asked.

"I don't know. She must have gotten a new partner." Kim replied as she went and grabbed her coat.

Before she could leave, Voight stopped her. "Whoa. Hey, Kim. Where are you going?"

"Sarge, get out of my way. I need to get to the hospital."

"Kim, I get it. But you won't be able to do anything there. You heard Jay. They're both in surgery, and who knows how long it could be before they're out."

Kim contemplated. She knew she couldn't do anything up at the hospital but wait, and here, she could at least figure out who hurt you. She threw her coat back onto her desk and continued watching the footage. Towards the end, they saw one of the guys pull the trigger and shoot you and Mike. Kim jumped when she heard the guns go off.

After watching the footage, Adam and Kim went to meet with one of Adam's CIs. On the drive there, Adam could tell Kim was thinking about you. Her leg was shaking, and she kept picking at the skin around her nails. He didn't know what to do except ask about Kim's relationship, trying to make her think of the happy times instead of you being in the hospital.

"Why did y'all decide to get married on a random ass Tuesday?"

"I don't know, Adam." Kim sighed. "We just did. I asked her to marry me about a month ago, and we were tired of planning and decided to get married."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"About?" Kim asked, confused.

"About your relationship." He laughed.

"We wanted to keep it private for a little while, and then we just got so used to being private we just never brought it up about going public."

"Well, then how about when Y/N gets out of the hospital and has had time to recover, we throw you a wedding party at Molly's?"

"Yea sounds like fun." Kim smiled sadly.

After they met with Adam's CI, they headed back to the district.

"Alright, my CI said he heard these two," Adam started as he pointed at the pictures of two men on the board. "Brothers, Mateo Garcia and Andres Garcia talking about roughing up some cops for 'fun.' Sarge, these two have a hefty rap sheet. Aggravated assault, battery, domestic violence, you name it."

"Do we have an LKA for these two?" Voight asked.

"Working on it," Hailey called out. "3319 S. Lowe Avenue."

"Suit up, let's go."

"Sarge, hang on a sec," Jay called out.

Everyone stopped and turned to look at Jay. He was on the phone. Kim's stomach tied up in knots. She hoped and prayed that Will was calling to give some good news.

"Alright, thanks, Will. Uh, so Mike seems to be doing good. Will said he's not out of the woods just yet, but they're hopeful."

"And Y/N?" Kim asked.

Jay paused for a moment, and Kim knew his silence wasn't good news. "Kim, I-I'm sorry. They don't expect Y/N to make it."

Kim didn't know what to do or say in that moment. Before she could drop to the floor, Kevin reached out and grabbed her. She sobbed in his arms. Everyone around her felt hopeless, as they didn't know what to do or say in that moment. She faintly heard Voight tell everyone to gear up and have Kevin take you to MED.

A week later and you were still in the hospital. The doctors had decided to put you in a medically induced coma to help some of the swelling in your brain go down. Kim lost count of all the testing and the surgeries you've had. Luckily you had only flat-lined once, but Kim dreaded it every day, scared you'd flat-line again and never come back. The unit went by every day, checking in on Kim and giving her a break so she could get food or go home and shower. She was thankful for the friends she had.

Kim slowly started nodding off. She laid her head onto your bed, sleep quickly taking over her body. She hadn't slept much in the last couple of days, and it was finally catching up. She would catch little naps here and there when doctors and nurses were out of the room and hadn't had a full night's rest.

A couple of hours later, you started slowly started to wake up. The bright lights are the first thing you see. You blinked, trying to remove the sleep from your eyes. When your eyes finally adjusted, you looked over to see Kim peacefully sleeping. You softly smiled and carefully placed your hand on her arm, just light enough to touch her but not wake her. Will walked into the room and was happy to see you awake. You put your finger to your lips, letting him know to be quiet.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked quietly.

"I feel like I got hit by a train." you laughed weakly. "Could I get some water, please?"

He reached over and grabbed the cup of water, helping you get a drink.

"Are you feeling ok? Any pain?"

"Yea, a little bit of pain and some soreness, but other than that, I'm good."

You felt Kim stir beside you. She looked up to see Will in your room, and concern grew on your face.

"I-is everything ok?" She hesitantly asked.

Will nodded. "Everything's ok. I'm sure someone would like to talk with you, though." Will smiled.

Kim looked at him, confused. He pointed a finger at you, and she turned her head to look. A look of surprise on her face when she saw your eyes open for the first time in a week. She quickly got up and carefully hugged you.

"Oh my god, you're awake." She whispered.

She sat down and grabbed your hand, still shocked that you were finally awake.

"I'll come back later and let you two catch up."

"Thanks, Will." You both said.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"I'm ok. Just a little sore." You smiled then it dawned on you; your partner, Mike. "Oh my gosh, Mike. How is he?" You panicked as you felt bad for not even thinking about him until now.

"Good, he's good," Kim assured you. "He's got a broken rib, some cuts, and bruises, but besides that, he's good."

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. "And what about the people who attacked us?"

"We got 'em."

"Do you know why they did this to us?"

Before Kim could answer you, Mike and the Intelligence team walked in.

"There she is!" Mike excitedly yelled.

"Hey! How are you?"

"Good, good. Glad to finally see you're awake. Had us all worried there for a while."

"Had to keep you on your toes and make sure you were gone stick around and be my partner." You laughed

"Well, I'm happy to say I will be your partner." Mike smiled.

The rest of the day was spent with everyone getting to know each other. You couldn't have been happier to meet Kim's work family. And, of course, you were both drilled about how you met, your marriage, and how upset everyone was about not getting to be a part of your ceremony, all in good fun, though. You couldn't have asked for a better way to end the day after a terrible week.

[marshmallows2345]

should i write a jay halstead smut blurb with some car sex? or a kim burgess one in the locker room?

can’t decide at alll

[whorekneecentral]

Ok but imagine Adam having a slight playboy fantasy and you and Kim indulge him as a surprise

ok I'm pretty sure the post you sent me got deleted LOOOL that’s how long I took 😩 but I remember it! @hauntedmilkshakeghost

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Adam had mentioned right before halloween that you and Kim should be playboy bunnies but as a joke because he knew neither of you would actually leave the house in little to no clothes unless it was to the beach or an undercover thing. 

Adam’s birthday was right after halloween and you and Kim decided it was time to indulge him - It was his birthday after all.  The two of you were in the bedroom when you heard the front door open. “Ladies, where are you?!” he shouts, he’s kicking off his boots. “Upstairs!” Kim shouts back, the sound of footsteps up the stairs and then the door opens. 

Adam stands there, a grin on his face when he sees the two of you, unsure how to react. You and Kim were on your knees, on the bed with little black body suits on, a little bunny head band on each of you. Both of you had done your hair and makeup in true playboy fashion. 

“Holy fuck- I’m the luckiest man on the planet.” he pushes the door shut, making his way to the bed. You and Kim laugh, shifting yourselves onto his lap when he sits between the two of you. His arms wrapped around the both of you as you sit on his lap, “so, I take it you like it?” Kim asks him, kissing him. 

Adam nods, “more then like it, I gotta get you two to do this again.” He jokes, making you roll your eyes playfully. “One time offer Ruz, take it or leave it baby.” you tell him, kissing down his neck, leaving little red lipstick prints as you move further down. Kim is working on unbuttoning his arm when you move to the ground. 

When Adam looks down, there’s red lipstick marks all over his chest and torso from the two of you and now you’re both on your knees, looking up at him. 

“Oh fuck-” he breathes, running a hand over his face. Kim’s hands are running up his thigh while you work on his belt, undoing the loop when you tug on his pants. You and Kim look at each other between looking up at him. 

[uncasualfangirl]

I'm too sad to even comment on how good they all look 😔

But damn do they look good....

[saragarnier]

Jay Halstead

Legend: 🌸=fluff, 🩸=angst, ✨ = smut

- A living Nightmare (pt. 1), (pt. 2) 🩸

- Departure 🌸,🩸- Delivery (Departure pt.2)

- Love&Work 🩸

- Secret Revealed 🌸, 🩸

- Healing process 🌸, 🩸

- Insecurities 🌸

- Away from you 🩸, ✨(slightly) , (pt. 2), (pt. 3) (pt. 4)

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Erin Lindsay x Fem!reader where reader gets hit with a bullet while undercover and Erin is there for reader 24/7 including the hospital and Voight realised what they meant for each other

Officer Down

Eʀɪɴ Lɪɴᴅsᴀʏ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“The second you see something off, say the safe word.” Voight told you as Erin helped you tighten the bullet proof vest onto your torso. Her hands remained on yours after she was done, the tremor in them was hard to ignore. “We’ll be right around the corner.”

You nodded once everyone told you how it was supposed to play out. Thank god it was winter because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to wear thick jackets to cover the vest.

“Stop worrying.” You whispered as Erin finally let go of your body. She didn’t want to make it obvious that she was with you, Voight was the number one reason why. But the the amounts of people shot in the last week, she simply couldn’t control her emotions. She didn’t want you to specifically go, even volunteered to go instead, but it was too late and you were already getting changed.

She sighed and avoided your eyes, biting her lip in worry as the two of you headed for the car she was going to drop you off in. It was pretty silent other than the occasional sigh from Erin. Saying something would make her more nervous, so you decided to resort to squeezing her thigh in reassurance.

She parked a few streets away, waiting for Voight to give you the signal to leave the car and walk to the designated location you were to meet some guy. He was apparently selling drugs for someone who sold weapons. Weapons responsible for 5 other peoples deaths in the last week. With luck, this would go smoothly and without hiccups.

“(Y/N). Go, slowly.” Voight’s voice called from the radios, followed by silence.

“Copy.” You responded and gave the radio to Erin, who stopped you before you opened the door.

“Wait.” She said, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer to meet you lips with hers. She pecked them once, but as reassurance you pecked them a few times before smiling and heading out.

The winter air hit your skin, enveloping the parts of your skin that weren’t covered with clothing. Your neck erupted in goosebumps as you activated your comms, still walking towards the given location.

“Radio check.” Ruzek said as the static slowly hummed into coherent voices.

“Good.” You simply replied, placing your hands in your pockets as you finally reached the corner of the street you were meant to meet the guy at.

You waited for a mere 5 minutes before a male, covered head to toe in thick clothing, started walking towards you.

“You have incoming. Matches the description.”

He was too close for you to respond without him hearing, so you started walking towards him to meet him halfway.

“We spoke on the phone?” He whispered, looking around suspiciously. You nodded but he hesitated a little.

“Come on, man. I’ve been out for weeks.” You pulled the money out of your pocket subtly, showing him the corner of the fake cash for his reassurance.

“I don’t know. Cops have been looking into my boy Tank. I didn’t check with him before I met you. What if you’re a snitch?”

“You think I would be coming to you if I was cop? I bet there’s bigger issues on the streets than drugs. I need my dose before I go insane. Ask Tank after you give me my package.”

He sniffed and nodded, pulling out what you thought was the sachet of drugs he promised. You were about to pull the money out but instead, you were met with the barrel of a gun being pressure up against your stomach.

“Move in.” Voight said and the sirens much of scared him, because he flinched and squeezed the trigger a little too much.

It was so fast not even he noticed what he did before he started running. He looked back at you as you laid on the floor, blood not yet visible underneath you.

Regardless if you wore the bulletproof vest, at the proximity he was shooting from, the bullet would of only slowed down and stayed in your body. You could feel the blood basically escaping you through the thick clothing you wore. Trying to breathe properly, you tilted your head back into to have the oxygen refuse to go own into your lungs.

Burgess and Ruzek chased down the offender with their car while Voight and Erin pulled up next to you, Jay following right behind.

“Dispatch, roll an ambo to my location. We have an officer shot. I repeat, officer down.”

Erin collapsed next to you right after rushing out her car, unzipping your coat to check how far the bullet had gone through. It was still in your body because there was no way it went cleanly through, and that meant Med needed to get you checked immediately.

You gasped for air, feeling the cold air hit your skin without the protection of the thick jacket you used to have zipped up. Jay undid the bulletproof vest and Erin instantly put pressure on the wound, trying to get your stomach to stop bleeding. Once you were in nothing but a shirt, Jay and Hank ran to find the ambulance supposedly not far away.

You, very weakly, grabbed Erin’s wrist still applying pressure to the wound. Making eye contact with her, she smiled through the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Stay with me, (Y/N).” She pleaded, feeling as you gently squeezed her wrist twice before letting go, too weak to hold on any longer. She laughed sadly, knowing that you did that as reassurance for her. You did it on the way there, in the car. You did it when you were fixing up her wounds after a bad mission. You did it anytime she was worried, so you did it now too. “You’ll be okay. It’ll be fine, Med is on its way.”

Eyes started rolling to the back of your head as you started losing consciousness, the blood loss wasn’t dramatic but it was enough to make you pass out. Thankfully, the ambulance had just pulled up and the paramedics took you away, Erin pleading to go with you.

You passed out completely in the ambulance, and you were sent straight into surgery for hours after.

Half of the intelligence team was waiting in the waiting room, silence never had been so loud even with the constant chatter of everyone else there.

Erin sat in one of the chairs, head in her hands as both her knees bounced in anxiousness. Jay had tried to calm her down, him being the only one who knew about you relationship, but without luck she just ended up telling him to go away. Voight knew better than to try, knowing Erin best out of everyone.

“She’ll get out of it.” Voight said as he sat next to the panicked woman. She barely looked up, afraid someone would see the trails of tears down her cheeks if she did. She nodded minimally, only letting him know that she heard him before he walked away.

When Jay’s brother walked through the double doors did everyone turn to look at him. Erin basically jumped up and walked closer, not caring who saw her face anymore.

“Will.” Jay whispered, voice full of desperation as if to say say it already.

“She’s okay. Recovering. The bullet grazed her liver but the bleeding was tackled and she should be fine with a couple weeks recovery. It could do been much worse.”

The weight off everyone shoulders lifted, and the room felt lighter once again.

“Can we go see her?” Erin asked immediately after he stopped talking. Jay wasn’t supposed to, but somehow it slipped that the two of you were dating to his brother, so Will smiled and let her through. Voight followed just as a standard thing he did. He always made sure his team was okay.

You were sleeping when the two entered the room, Erin freezing a little when she saw the state you were in. Although still beautiful, it was difficult for her to watch the machines around you determine how alive you were. She wanted to protect you, and she hated that she didn’t listen to her gut when it told her something was wrong.

She refrained her tears from flowing again as Voight looked at you over her shoulder. With a gentle nod, he told her to stay with you until you were better. And if you thought she’d be going anywhere until you woke up, you were completely wrong.

She stayed a total of sixteen hours until you woke up with a groan. Her hand was already interlocked with yours as you woke up, she she merely squeezed it before you opened your eyes.

“Hey.” She whispered, brushing strands of hair out of your face as you started gaining consciousness. “Don’t move too much. You were shot.”

“It feels like it.” You groaned, throat dry from hours of not using it. Erin smiled at the fact you still found a way to backchat while being shot, barely aware of your surroundings.

“How long was I out?”

“Over a day.” The A&E seemed very empty, only the occasional beeping of machines in other rooms could be heard. The clock on the wall read 20 past 4 in the morning, the room fairly dark as Erin looked at your pale face. “You know you’re screwed for the next month?”

You furrowed your brows, only now feeling the gauze around your torso under the covers. No energy to reply, you looked back down at her with a questioning expression on your face as you placed your head down into the pillow.

“You’re not leaving my apartment. And you’re letting me take care of you.” She smiled when you did, telling her you weren’t complying to ‘have such a fine woman taking care of you’.

The moment of silence was comfortable, eyes scanning each other’s features before you saw how red her eyes were. Even in the dark, you could tell she’d been crying, and rightly so.

“I thought I lost you.” She sniffed, smiling sadly again. You tried not to think about her face when she was putting pressure on your wound, it just made you feel bad for letting be shot.

“I’m sorry.”

She just squeezed your hand, smiling at the fact you were simply talking to her, instead of laying there unconscious.

She was so grateful to have you back, the love of her life.

THE END

[slytherbun]

dessert

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you and jay have dinner plans late that evening but end up having a night in instead.

word count: 1.4k

warning sexual content.

requested by anon

note: daddy jay is so dominant and possessive! 🥵

"hey daddy what do you think about this place?" you asked, scrolling through your phone.

jay had been at work for the day, your day off was today and he called you earlier to look for a place to eat dinner. when you were on the phone with him you could hear kevin, adam, and hailey near and they were teasing him.

your relationship with jay was a little unusual, you were about fifteen years younger than him. you liked to use that to tease him a lot as well, just like the intelligence team you had the pleasure of meeting. you were close with kim, hailey, and adam.

he brought you to molly's just about every night with his team, even though you couldn't even drink for another year yet. you were the love of his life and he was yours. soulmates.

twenty minutes earlier jay had walked through the door of the apartment you shared together. a towel was wrapped around his waist still from his shower.

he heard your delicate voice calling him so he walked out of the bedroom and glanced around for you. spotting you instantly, sitting on the couch with your natural beauty.

he admired your beautiful looks and sighed softly, adjusting the towel around his waist before walking over.

jay leaned over the back of the couch and laid his arm around your neck and you looked up, giving him a smile. "what's that sweetheart?" he asked.

you showed him your phone, a new restaurant around the block you had yet to try but heard about from a co-worker. while he looked at the screen, you reached your hand behind you to put your fingers through his hair. he moaned at the feeling, like putty in your small hands.

"i'd rather have dessert first." he smirked. you swallowed slowly and looked back into his eyes, seeing him still watching you. his intense stare was something he picked up from being a detective. you looked down, batting your lashes before glancing back up and he kissed your cheek.

just as quick, he was gone and walking back to the bedroom chuckling to himself. you turned your current position on the couch so you were looking backwards and gasped at the audacity he had. "what's so funny?"

"nothing. nothing at all." he shouted back from the room. you shook your head at his response and put your phone down on the table next to you. putting your hand on the couch arm, you used the extra strength to push yourself up quickly so you could get to the bottom of jay's 'joke'.

you padded down the hallway in your fuzzy socks, blowing a piece of hair away from your face. it was in a messy bun but there was a few crazy strands that didn't know what to do with themselves.

you almost reached the door when you started speaking up again. little shit. "jay i'm serious what's fun-" you paused and your eyes took in the view you were getting. "-ny."

jay was propped up with a pillow, his boxers were certainly doing nothing to hide the bulge he was sporting. his arms were behind his head like he had no care in the world. though, his chest was another story. a quite beautiful canvas.

you started from the bottom, eyeing every rip and ripple and squeezed your thighs together, feeling as if the a/c temperature had dropped in the room. by the time you made it to his face, his lips were curled up in a smirk and you narrowed your eyes at his blue ones.

leaning back against the door, your arms were crossed against your chest and you raised a brow at him. he moved his arms back from behind his head and shrugged, patting the spot next to him on the bed. "come here baby."

"make me." you challenged and he shook his head. "you're so innocent it's pretty cute." your cheeks flamed at his statement and before you knew it, you were on the bed climbing on top of him.

"excuse me?" your chest was heaving and he looked down, seeing your tits touching his chest. "mmm, an innocent little-"

before he could finish you leaned down and pushed your lower body against his cock and his breath came out hitched. "i may be cute but i'm not innocent. you should know that daddy." you teased back, using the same tone he had and he smiled.

his hands gripped your hips and you pushed down again, the two of you gasping. "if you lay down, you'll let me have my dessert now, hmm?"

"jay." you moaned when his finger rubbed over your clit. slowly, he turned with you until you were on your back and he pulled your leggings and panties down. you hummed lowly, a little excited when he spread your legs.

he leaned down, kissing the inside of both of your thighs before teasing a finger down your clit and folds. he put his finger to his mouth and licked it, watching you watch his every move. you wiggled a little at his next comment. "wet for your daddy?"

he smirked and held down your thighs before you could close them. "answer me baby or else i won't eat this sweet pussy. who are you wet for?"

he teased your nipple with his finger awaiting your response. tracing and using another to lightly squeeze your tit. you felt tears in the back of your eyes at the teasing sensation, choking out. "you, daddy."

he smiled sincerely and moved the hand from your tit to the side of your head, putting his weight into it and then leaned down to kiss you. his lips brushed along yours for a minute and you leaned up, smashing your lips into his more.

the hand by your thigh moved, his fingers brushing every bit of skin till he reached up to your pussy again. you gasped when he rubbed your clit and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue down your throat, making you moan.

your teeth clashed with his and he pushed his finger down harder, and played with your sensitive bundles quicker. "shit." you whispered between kisses.

he pulled his lips back, licking his lips and pushed back on his thighs so he was in front of your opened thighs again. "such a good girl for me." he murmured before laying down and putting his mouth on your pussy.

he spread your folds and licked every inch, taking up all of your wetness. his lips wrapped around your clit and your eyes widened, looking at him and finishing. he looked into your eyes the whole time while still in a face full of pussy and watched your eyes roll back.

after your orgasm rode out, he got up on his knees, lining himself up and you let out a deep breath when he pushed inside your walls. he pulled out and then pushed inside again, this time going deeper. you put your arms up and grabbed the pillow.

when his cock was fully inside, he started to pound in and out and watched your tits bouncing while trying to find a pace. you chanted. "daddy. daddy. daddy da-woah fuck jay." when he hit a spot that made you explode.

you squeezed tightly around him and after a few more thrusts he came as well, spilling all of his cum inside of your pussy. he collapsed on the bed next to you and you giggled.

he looked at you, with a smile and questioned, "what are you laughing about?"

"guess it sucks not knowing about that, hmm?" you teased. he leaned over, testing your reaction before tickling your stomach. "oh no p-please stop!" you pleaded. "i-i was just laughing about the fact we're going to be so late for d-dinner!" you laughed again, the tickling was about to make you run out of oxygen.

he pulled back and laid back on the bed, "how about we cuddle for a few minutes. then we can shower together to uh you know-"

"-save water and all that bull"? you joked.

he turned on his side and glanced into your eyes. it was still shocking how he landed such a beautiful, sweet, and kind girl like you. some days he wondered it if was a dream that he lived in.

he voiced with a breathless rasp. "yeah and go to dinner after that?" you nodded and scooted over so he could put his arm around you.

three hours later you leaned over, giving him a kiss before stating. "thank you for dinner tonight," you paused, and then added a little louder in his ear, "daddy."

he groaned, still half-asleep and waking up from the nap that you guys had. the two of you never made it to dinner. he knew exactly how to rile you up with the next comment he made.

"at least i had dessert."

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

Turn Back Time

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by pinkdaisies_ox

“What if I’m just chasing ghosts?”

Kate had almost lost herself in a dark, bottomless pit of desperation searching for her father’s killers but, even if she did find the people responsible, he still wouldn’t be here with them to watch his granddaughter clap her little hands together as Hank extinguished the candle atop her first birthday cake with an exaggerated puff.

But, if she did, perhaps she would finally find some semblance of peace knowing that those who had taken these little moments from them had been rightly served justice they deserved.

Words: 6323, Chapters: 2/30, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Hank Voight & Kate Meadows

Fandoms: Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Med, Chicago Fire

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hank Voight, Original Female Character(s), Kevin Atwater, Hailey Upton, Erin Lindsay, Jay Halstead, Trudy Platt

Relationships: Hank Voight/Original Female Character(s), Jay Halstead/Hailey Upton, Kim Burgess/Adam Ruzek

Additional Tags: Drama, Angst, Romance, Family, Fluff, Smut, Domestic Fluff, Marriage, Love

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[cpdhalstud]

Soft Lullaby- Jay Halstead

Hi guys, this is just a blurb I wrote a few days ago after watching last weeks episode. Hope you enjoy!

Y/N-

           It was well past midnight. You weren’t actually sure what time it was, but you peeled yourself out of your boyfriend’s bed and made your way through the apartment. There was a soft glow in the small family room, telling you that your boyfriend was finally home. You weren’t sure what time he had gotten home because you gave up waiting for him around 11 o’clock but when you heard his feet shuffling in the kitchen, you decided to get up and go see why he hadn’t immediately come to bed.

           You found Jay on the couch, a cold beer sitting on the small coffee table with the reruns of Family Guy playing on mute in front of him. He was still dressed in his jeans and dark grey shirt, his badge and gun sitting in front of him. His elbows hung on his knees and his head was low, soft and murmured sobs slowly shaking his body and instantly waking you up.

           “Jay?” you whispered, stepping closer and standing at the edge of the couch.

           Jay sucked in a deep breath and dragged his hand over his face, getting rid of the tears before looking at you but you knew he was crying, you just didn’t know why. He tried to smile through his red rimmed eyes, his tears making his emerald eyes shine brighter. “Hey, baby. Did I wake you?” he asked, relaxing into the couch.

           You sat next to him, bending your knees as they touched the outside of his thighs. He rested his arm on the back of the couch but brushed your mussed hair away from your shoulders. “What’s wrong?” you asked him.

           “Just work,” he answered.

           You both stared at each other. His eyes were gentle as he took you in, sitting in an old t-shirt covered in paint and nothing else. He looked stressed, sitting in front of you, dark circles under his eyes and the scruff looking a little longer than normal but made a half assed attempt of covering the gorgeous freckles on his face. You hadn’t really seen each other in a couple days, he caught a case and you decided to stay at your apartment because new case meant odd hours and whenever he got a second to himself, you wanted him to be able to relax.

           “Was your case the two little boys that were killed?” You asked, even though you didn’t think it was a coincidence that his caught case kicked off right after the news broke, but apparently they caught the guy and he died in prison.

           Jay looked away from you, turning his head as he closed his eyes tightly. “I was first on site.” He answered, his broken voice tearing apart your heart.

           Your chest closed in on itself as you remembered the way the news people reported the scene. “Oh, Jay.” Your own voice cracked.

           His head tipped back as the tears slid from his eyes. You scooted even closer and reached for his cheeks as he rushed out, “I, just. Fuck, Y/N. Those kids, they were murdered.”

           “Shh… it’s okay,” you whispered, bringing his face to his shoulder as a sob raced past his lips. His arms wrapped around your waisted and hauled you into his lap, turning you until your back was to the arm of the chair as his face was buried in your shoulder. He held you tightly as he let out his emotions, something you were still getting used too because he normally kept it bottled up, until you made him promise to let you in. You ran your fingers through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck and shoulders.

           There were several times he tried to tell you what happened, but he couldn’t get past a few words before the words just faded away. You sat there with him as he worked through his sadness, letting out a few of your own tears as well. Seeing Jay like this was heart breaking for you, but you wanted to be there for him in any way possible.

           Eventually you got him to move from the couch, peeling off his jeans and shirt and crawling into bed. The tears were gone but the exhaustion and sadness from the case was still settled deep inside his body and you knew it would take a few days for him to shake it off, but you were ready to help him.

           You didn’t fall asleep with him straight away, instead you laid in bed with his head against your chest, your fingers in his hair and your heart beat his soft lullaby that was taking away his anxiety.  

[whorekneecentral]

I had a very feral thought

Being best friends with Kim and Sylvie and you’re all single and decide to be each other’s hype woman so you start a group chat specifically for selfies and they slowly get more and more risqué until the 3 of you are sending full of nudes with the promise of more

okay this also has been sitting in my inbox forever so I'm gonna finally write it and hopefully I do it justice // also this is probably just gonna be all texts and very few actually sentences **I put a read more cause it ran long and I wanted all the girls to get a chance @hauntedmilkshakeghost

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You, Kim and Sylvie had a group chat together, the 3 of you use it to gossip and check up on each other and to plan girls nights. When any of you were going on dates or needed outfits opinions, you send pictures to the chat for help which is why you sent the picture of you in the red lingerie set you had bought recently. 

It wasn't a strange occurrence for the 3 of you to send pictures like that, you were all women and you had all changed in front of each other so it made no difference. 

Troublesome 3 

To Kim/Sylvie: *1 Image Attachment* What do we think? 

From Kim: Woah! Go you baby. You look hot 

From Sylvie: ^!!!! You look so gorgeous! 

To Kim/Sylvie: please I love the two of you soooo much

A few days pass, Sylvie had a date tonight and you nor Kim could be there to help her pick out outfits cause Kim was at district on a last minute case and you offered to cover April’s shift at the ED. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, you pulled it out to see a message from the group chat. 

Troublesome 3

From Sylvie: *1 Image Attachment* I don't know which one to wear 

Sylvie had sent a photo of at least 3 different matching sets on her bed- black, red and a baby pink. 

To Sylvie/Kim: Well, let's see them on 

From Kim: ^

From Sylvie: *3 Image Attachments* put on a little show for the two of you ;) 

Sylvie had send the pictures of her in the different sets, all different poses for you and Kim. 

In the black set, both straps were pulled off her shoulder, her free hand in her hair with a seductive smile on her face. The red set was a different pose, she’s on her knees in front of the full length mirror in her room. She's leaning forward slightly, her arms pushed together just a bit to reveal more cleavage then initially shown off. Finally the baby pink one, she was in the same position as the last one, except in this one, her legs were spread with her hand on her inner thighs, looking in the mirror innocently. 

To Sylvie/Kim: Forget the guy, come over here and let me take care of you 

From Kim: Yeah I agree^

To Sylvie/Kim: But I like the baby pink 

From Kim: Me too, but if you don't like that one then red. 

From Sylvie: you’re making me blush. 

The next day, Kim was the one to start the conversation. 

Troublesome 3

From Kim: *1 Image Attachment* What do we think of the new piercing ? Cute right? 

On a whim, Kim decided to pierce her belly button. The photo was of her stomach but from the angle of the picture, you could see her biting her shirt to hold it up and you could also see under her shirt just enough to reveal the fact that there was nothing under the shirt. 

From Sylvie: Cute!! Does it hurt ? 

To Kim/Sylvie: It’s pretty, I like the gem you picked. But what’s under the shirt? 

From Kim: Thank you!! Doesn’t hurt, just gotta make sure I don’t roll on my stomach 

From Kim: Why don't you come find out y/n? 

To Kim/Sylvie: Perhaps we should come over and make sure you don’t, what do you think Syl ? 

From Sylvie: picking you up in 10,  better be ready for when we get there, Kim. 

[velthequeen]

Behave Yourself

Behave Yourself

Pairing: Hank Voight x Khadasiah Blaisie

Word Count:

Warnings: SMUT

-with our lovely khadasiah blaisie, portrayed by our lovely tina kunakey!

-with prompts #14 “behave and you’ll get something sweet later”, and #27 “that was very anticlimactic”

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Khadasiah and Hank had been fighting a lot recently. No one knew about their fling, but everyone knew that Hank had went ballistic on her like, twice in the day. She didn’t understand what she was doing wrong. It was like he just snapped. It was because of the case they were working on. She knew he was beyond stressed. The case was that someone kidnapped a girl, and it looked like a serial killer they had been chasing in Chicago for a couple weeks now. But it wasn’t just any girl. It was the governor’s daughter. She matched the profile of the girls that this guy, or guys, liked. She was young, almost 16, with long brown hair and pretty brown eyes. The Intelligence unit didn’t think that he would escalate to taking such high risk people.

Khadasiah was reading the girl’s diary while the others tried to piece things together. She didnt see anything mentioning a boyfriend, mainly because the girl didn’t know what she liked. She had been talking about “weird” things happening with her. Khadasiah was a...vivid reader and learner. She envisioned herself in the person’s shoes, doing what they do and whatnot. Sia read intently before she was pulled back into reality by none other than Sergeant Hank Voight.

“You with us?” His rough voice asked her condescendingly. Sia just rolled her eyes and pulled her gaze away from him and to Erin, who was at the board now.

“Okay, um...as I was saying. We know she got abducted here,” Erin said, while pointing to one of Chicago’s parks on the map. “But we don’t know why she was there. Anything from her diary, Sia?”

“Uh...hold on.” Sia said as she flipped through the pages. She had read through, but she found some notable things that could be used to figure out how the serial killer picked his victims. But Hank had a different idea. she snatched the book from her hands, and filled through the the last diary entry before her disappearance. Sia looked at her lap and then to her sergeant with disbelief.

“She went on a walk because she ‘needed to think’.” Hank told his adopted daughter. Erin stared at him, as well as everyone on the team, before he gave them all glares which told them to look back at the board. “The closest park to her house is 30 minutes away from the abduction site.” Erin concluded.

“Alright. Erin, you and Halstead go talk to the governor and his wife. See if they know anything. Olinsky, you and Ruzek go to her school to see if she had been acting odd the past few weeks. Dawson, I need you to go to the last crime scene and the morgue. See if the last victim had anything at all other than physical appearance that the killer might want. Blaisie, you’re with me. Roll out in 10.” Hank said before going into his office and slamming the door.

Everyone went back to their desk. Al gave Sia’s shoulder a squeeze, and Erin sent her an apologetic glance. “The case is really stressing him out. The Governor is pressuring him with his job, Sia. Don’t let him get you down.” Erin told her. Khadasiah nodded. She saw Hank shuffling through papers in his office. She stood and walked into Hank’s office, much to the horror of her unit’s members. Hank knew it was her. By the way she walked, the sweet perfume she wore, and the fact that he just embarrassed her for a third time. He didn’t look up at her, and just kept going through his files.

“Where are we going?” She asked him. Hank kept going through his files when he answered. “Meeting up with Burgess and Atwater at the abduction site. See if there were any witnesses or evidence left behind.” Hank replies nonchalantly. Sia bit the inside of her cheek as she looked at him.

“Is that all, Khadasiah?” He asked her. Sia looked at him with both eyebrows raised. No one ever called her by her first name. They all usually called her Sia. And Hank knew that. “No, Henry. That’s all.” She said as she turned around. Hank’s eyes finally met her figure. He didn’t know that she knew his actual first name. Hank was just a nickname, but Henry was on his birth certificate. What he didn’t know is that she saw some mail at his house addressed to a “Henry Voight”. She smirked at herself, and was about to leave the room before she heard his gravelly voice.

“Watch yourself.” He warned her. His tone made a shiver go up her spine.

“Me? Maybe if you behave, you’ll get something sweet later.”

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It would take them a while to get to her abduction site. It was almost an hour away from the police department, and the traffic was terrible. Atwater and Burgess has got the call very early in the morning, so that’s why they were already there. Sia and Hank day in the car, driving behind a very slow traffic line. He glanced at her, and only saw her biting the pen she took with her that belonged on her notepad and not in between her lips. She knew he was watching, so she decided to give him a bit of a show. Khadasiah let her tongue slide up and down a bit on the writing utensil before looking at Hank. His face had no expression, but then she saw the growing bulge in his black pants.

“Why, hello there.” Khadasiah said as she looked at his crotch area. He wasn’t ashamed of his hard on, because he knew she was doing it to tease him. What he didn’t expect was for his detective to unzip his pants and rest her head under the wheel of his car. Hank felt his heartbeat quicken. “I’m driving.” He told her as she pushed her curly hair out of her face.

“And I’m doing you a favor, so you better keep your eyes on the road.” Khadasiah said as she let her fingers graze over the fabric that separated her lips from his skin. If you didn’t know what Hank’s dick was like, there was only one adjective to describe it: amazing. Amazing feeling, amazing length, and amazing strokes. The first time they had sex, Hank thought he was hurting her, but in reality, Sia was crying because of how good it felt. That’s how great it was. And Hank knew that she was only doing this so he wouldn’t be so hard on her. Emphasis on “hard”. He was about to say something else in retaliation before he felt her warm mouth cover his tip.

“God.” Hank groaned out. She started with her tongue running up and down his shaft, eliciting him to nearly swerve the car. She unbuckled her seatbelt so she could gain a bit more access. One of Sia’s hands was on his leg, trying to keep it from shaking. The other was on the base of his cock, pumping everything she couldn’t fit down her throat in her hand. One of Hank’s hands was in her hair, pushing it out of her face for her, while the other was on the steering wheel. Soft noises came from his throat. He could hear how wet her throat was, and it made him even more aroused. Hank watched as Khadasiah throat fucked herself, hearing her nearly gag on his length. When he was all the way down her throat and she wasn’t coming up for air, Hank gripped her hair tightly. While he drove, he pushed her head up and down on him. The man’s eyes were fluttering, and he was about to enjoy it even more before he heard his radio pick up feed. It was Ruzek.

“Hey, Sarge.” They both heard Adam’s voice say through the device. Sia was listening, but had no plans on stopping. Hank’s head was against his seat, and his chest was going up and down. “What’s up?” He said, his voices filled with composure. Khadasiah moaned against him, causing him to thrust into her throat. They both prayed that neither Olinsky or Ruzek heard her little slip up.

“The Governor is at his office, and his wife isn’t at home. But the door was unlocked and the daughter’s room is trashed. There’s blood on the window sill.” Adam told them. Khadasiah halted her movements as she went at an agonizingly slow pace. Her lips kissed the head of his manhood before she put him back in her mouth. She very much enjoyed doing this for him. She liked the feeling of him at her will, down her throat. Khadasiah pulled her mouth off of him as she pulled off the jacket she wore. She pulled up her shirt and pulled down her bra, and Hank nearly came right then and there. As Ruzek talked, her lips found his ear.

“I want you inside of me, Henry.” She moaned quietly. She saw that the road had very few cars on it. She went back down on him, Hank’s hand ushering her moves. “Search the room and the house. Then head to the Governor’s office.” Hank told them with a quick voice. Adam’s eyebrows furrowed. “You okay, Sarge?” He asked his unit chief. Sia was going at a steady pace, wanting to torture him. “Go faster.” He mumbled to her. Realizing that Adam had heard that, Hank had to improvise. “These cars won’t go any faster, Ruzek. Tell Burgess and Atwater we might be a bit late.” He told him before shutting off the radio and throwing it the openable console. Hank took his hand from her hair and went under her to knead her breasts in his hands. That made her moan even more, which caused Hank to thrust in her mouth again. He did it repeatedly, pulling over to a vacant side street. His breaths became quicker as he felt her throat close round his cock.

“Right there, Princess. Right there.” He groaned. Khadasiah decided to pain him even further by pulling her mouth off of him. She pumped him in her hand while she played with her nipples, a sight that made him nearly scream. “Henry, can you do me a favor and cum down my throat? This shirt is dry clean only.” She said with a smirk as she went back down on him. He didn’t know that she wasn’t going to let him cum at all. He knew she felt slick in between her legs, and that he was going to take care of it later. When he told her he was almost there, she hummed around him and brought her head back up. She fixed her clothes, putting them in the proper place, before smiling at him and looking back out the window.

“That was very anticlimactic.” Hank grumbled in annoyance, eliciting a giggle to come from her. When they got to the abduction site, Kim had asked Sia why her hair was all messed up. Quick thinking was a skill of hers. “Hank rolled the window up on my hair.” While Kevin and Kim debriefed then through the crime scene, Sia gave him a wink before going to look for some evidence. Kevin had smelled the fragrance on Hank. He knew the man hadn’t intentionally smelled like perfume, but he wouldn’t ask him questions about it either.

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It was another one of those nights where everyone had gone home except for Khadasiah and Hank. He always wanted to make sure she wasn’t leaving the office by herself, so he stayed later. Also, he had to finish his reports and notes, as well as she did. They had found a lead, but not the Governor’s daughter. Sia stood up from her desk and walked into his office. Hank’s eyes were furrowed, and his lips were in a line.

“Drop your shoulder, take your tongue off the roof of your mouth, and relax your eyebrows. You’re too stressed.” Sia said as she walked in, closing the office door behind her. Hank listened to her voice, how soothing it was. Sometimes when he was beyond stressed and angry, spoke to him in French.

“Se deténdre pour moi.” She told him as she went to his side, going behind him to rub his shoulders. Hank closed his eyes for a moment. Her hands started at his shoulders before slithering a bit further down his torso. Hank felt at peace. But then he remembered he had to get her back. She watched as his hand reached up to caress her clothed breasts, causing s velvety laugh to erupt from her throat. Hank stood up and pulled her to his desk, Sia sitting on top of it. Hank’s fingers met her chin as he made her look at him, and she couldn’t look away once their eyes met. His hands then found her waist, pulling himself closer as he captured her lips in his own. Hank loved kissing Sia. Her lips were soft, and warm, and it was so innocent. Sia liked kissing Hank because his lips felt like home. Safety. He was experienced and she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

They made out while Sia began to unbuckle his pants. He was hard again, and she knew that, but what she didn’t know is that he had other plans for her. His fingers met her pants, unzipping her jeans for her. Sia stood briefly so she could pull her pants off, and Hank put her right back on his desk. His large hands cupped her neck and her waist, both of their heads tilted. Their tongues battled for dominance and Hank eventually won, causing Khadasiah to whine in his mouth. Before even realizing, Hank’s hands found her shirt, and he forcibly ripped it off of her body. It lay on the floor, the front of the thin fabric split into two. Sia pulled away and pouted.

“I liked that shirt.” She frowned at him. All Hank could do was smirk. “I’ll buy you another one.” He promised. Hank’s fingers found her underwear. They were black and lacy, just like her bra. When he saw that her expression had changed from a pout to fluttering eyes, he grinned in victory. “You this wet for me, Princess?” He asked her, even though he already knew the answer. All she could muster was a lazy “mhm” as she looked at him through her lashes. Sia didn’t even have time to react before Hank pushed his middle finger inside of her. She threw her head back and moaned out. His finger went in and out of her at a delayed rate, Sia trying grind herself against his fingers. She bit her lip so hard it drew blood when he added his ring finger. Hank’s thumb made its way to her sensitive bud as well, causing the French woman to pant.

“Oh mon Dieu.” She panted out in her native language. One of her legs was propped up on his desk so he could get better access, and her other foot was hanging languidly off of it. As Hank fingered her mercilessly, his other hand reached behind her to unhook her bra,watching it fall from her skin. Sia quickly threw it on the ground with her other discarded clothes. Hank’s mouth made it to one of her nipples, alternating between rubbing one and sucking the other. He met her eyes as he attacked her breasts, and all she could do was look back and groan. His fingers had become visibly wet and sticky as he fondled her hole. Sia’s hands were behind her, her elbows and knees going weak as his planted soft kisses in between the valley of her bosom, a sweet contrast to how rough he was being at her nether region.

“Hank,” She whimpered as she used one of her hands to push her curls away. As she moaned louder, Hank pulled his fingers out of her. Sia looked at him with wild eyes and whined loudly. The sergeant gave her a devious grin. “You know what I should do?” He questioned her. Sia looked at him with furrowed brows.

“I shouldn’t even let you cum. You left me hanging in that car.” He reminded her. Sia happily got off the desk and onto her knees. His cock was rock hard when she pulled it from the opening in his boxers. Hank watched as she put him back in her mouth, wasting no time as she bobbed her head back and forth. His head rolled back as his hands got tangled in her curls, guiding her mouth up and down on him. Hank was still aroused, so it didn’t take him that long to cum. He could hear how wet his length was in her throat, the way she choked and cane off of him for air. Sia hollowed her cheeks and sucked on him faster until he held her head down on his twitching cock while he released down her throat. She swallowed, because spitting isn’t ladylike. Hank held a hand for her to get back up, and she sat back on his desk.

His thumb met her clit again, but this time he got on his knees and began to eat her out. Her hand immediately went to his hair as he licked up her folds slowly and cautiously, eating her like she was his last meal. When he pulled away again, Khadasiah huffed in annoyance. “Hank, please.” She moaned out. He looked up at her, and she could see her juices glistening in his lips. “Use your words, Princess. Tell me what you need.” He told her before going back down and licking her even more, still keeping his eyes attached to hers. Sia felt a knot form in her stomach.

“Please. I wasn’t kidding in the car. I need you inside of me.” She whimpered. He sucked on her clit a few more times, causing her to moan louder before he stood up. Hank took his long cock in his hands and teased her entrance with his tip She giggled at him, watching before throwing her head back in ecstasy as he slowly entered into her. Hank pushed everything off of his desk, laying Sia gently down on the wood. Her back arched as he thrusted into her, her eyes squeezing shut. They had never fucked in his office before, nothing more than her blowing him from under the desk or him fingering her. This was a whole new experience.

“Say my name, Sweetheart.” He told her lowly, his voice becoming rougher if possible. His hand made it from her stomach to her breast, rubbing it gently to calm her. Sia could barely open her eyes. Her words felt mushy and slurred. “Hank...” She said with nothing more than a whisper. Her answer made him squeeze her breast, a cry coming from Sia immediately afterward. “What did you call me earlier, hmm?” He tried to jog her memory. Khadasiah opened her eyes and smiled at him.

“Is that what this is about?” She interrogated him. Instead of answering, he thrusted into her harder, causing her scream. “Say my name and I’ll go faster.” He repeated, giving her deep, slow strokes. “Henry.” She said with a quiet voice. That alone was enough for him to move faster, thrusting in and out of her quicker with each stroke. Khadasiah’s voice got choked up in the pleasure she felt. It was still a bit painful each time he put himself in her, but that was quickly replaced with sweet delight. Sia came up from the desk and wrapped her arms around his neck, wrapping one of her legs around his waist.

“Yes, baby!” Sia screamed as she heard their skin slapping together. Deep rhythmic sounds as his hips met hers, both of them groaning with passion. “Quiet.” He growled at her. His face was in the crook of her neck, giving her small yet sloppy kissed down her shoulder to soothe her. Sia was a screaming mess. Her manicured nails dug into Hank’s clothed back, most likely breaking skin. It just felt so good. She couldn’t contain her pleasure. “Just like that, I’m gonna cum.” Khadasiah cried out. Hank felt her teeth meet his shoulder as she tried to contain her screams. He dipped his hand between the two to rub her clit, causing a choked sob to come from her throat. He couldn’t see her tears, but it felt so good she began to cry.

“Beg for it.” Hank replies to her words. Khadasiah’s mind turned to mush. She could barely say what she just did. “Please let me cum, I can’t hold it.” She whispered in his ear. Hank wanted to spill into her when he felt her hot breath in his ear. But all he did was pull out of her, pushing his underwear and pants down before entering her again. “You make messes when you cum.” He explained as he began to shove himself into her harder. “Beg me, Sweetheart. Or else I won’t let you cum.” He threatened, eliciting s whine to come from her.

“Henry, please let me cum. Please baby.” She pleaded and choked over her own words. Hank pulled her closer to him as their lips met, Sia moaning every time he thrust faster. She pulled away and laid her head on his shoulder as she came around him, screaming as she did so. Her wetness coated him, but that wasn’t the end. Hank thrusted through her orgasm, making the aftermath more enjoyable than the actual climax. He kept going because he was going to reach his release soon too.

“I’m almost there, Princess. God, you look so pretty like that.” He said as he inspected her face. Her mouth still formed an ‘O’ shape and her eyes were closed, her heart beating rapidly from within her chest. “In me. I want it in me.” She groaned out. trying to push her hips into his. Hank’s hank made it to her face to wipe away her tears. He went slower since he thought he was hurting her, but when she whined and dug her nails into his arms, he knew she was okay. He kept pounding himself inside until he groaned and released himself deep within her. They both groaned when he did it, Sia’s lips pressed against his neck. Hank pulled out of, and helped her get cleaned up and get her clothes on as he got on his. Sia stayed on the desk. She knew she wouldn’t be able to walk.

“All of that,” She panted out. “Because I called you by your first name?” She questioned as she clipped her bra back on. Voight smirked at her. “You also helped me relax.” He responded. Since she didn’t have a shirt, Hank let her borrow one of his jackets. “Y’know I love it when you call me that.” He informed her, causing her to smile at him. “Well, if this is the result, then I’ll have to call you Henry more often.” Khadasiah giggled as she got off of the desk. Her legs gave out and Hank caught her in his arms, pulling her up to his lips.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it home by myself.” She batted her eyes innocently after pulling away. “Then maybe you should come home with me and I’ll fix you right up.” Hank told her, keeping his hands steady on her arms. She smiled. This is why she always kept an overnight bag in her car. “I’ll see you there, then.” She told him, nearly hopping out of his office. It hurt so much to walk, but it felt so good.

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“Are you limping?” Erin asked her the next morning. Khadasiah has walked in, uneven with her eyes bloodshot. Hank had kept her up all night. She held the hot cup of french vanilla coffee in her hands as she limped into Intelligence, smiling at everyone.

“I kinda took a tumble last night. I’m good.” She said as she made her way to her desk. Out of the corner of her eye, Sia could see Hank smirking at her. Then she looked down at her phone to see a text from him.

Voight: Round 2?

Khadasiah just sighed. She looked over at him in his office before nodding. This was gonna be a long day.