Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x OFC

It had been a long day for Antonio. Days filled with paperwork always were. He was laying in bed, thinking back on his day, when he heard her. Antonio could hear Quinn walking around in the kitchen. "She's probably taking care of laundry. Maybe I should help.", he thought, but didn't move.

He started remembering when they first met. She had come as a referral from Olinsky as being this amazing housekeeper. Antonio was looking for one now that he was taking on more long term undercover assignments and, after just a few days, he realized how perfect she was, not just for or at her job, but as a person as well. Two years had passed and Quinn was now an important part of his life.

But every once in a while, Antonio would look at Quinn and see beyond the housekeeper title. It started a few months before, during a trip to the beach. They ran into each other and seeing her in a two-piece bathing suit, made him look at her differently. The bathing suit wasn't that revealing, but it was enough to make his imagination run wild. Seeing her curves in full display was enough for him to thank God his shorts were loose enough not to give away just how turned on he was. Just thinking about it made him hard all over again.

The image of her semi-naked body was etched into his brain, as well as the fantasy he has had ever since that day. He couldn't help but imagine both their bodies moving together as one; her lips on his; hearing her voice moan his name in pleasure; making her come over and over again. Antonio was hard, and he wished he could just walk up to her and take her in every way possible, but since he couldn't, he had to take care of things himself.

Grabbing his cock, he shivered at the touch, already imagining it was Quinn's hand stroking his cock. Antonio couldn't help but imagine her hand and mouth stroking and sucking him almost to the point of no return. Closing his eyes, he could see, as clear as day, her head bobbing up and down, sucking and licking his cock, making him moan her name. The more he stroked his cock, the more he would moan. He thanked God for Quinn wearing earphones, so he could relax and not worry about being caught by her while moaning her name.

He stroked his cock fast and hard, her name on his lips with each moan, the image of his cock inside her, fucking her senseless on his mind, his pleasure raising to new heights at the thought of feeling her insides cramping around him as he came inside her making him moan her name with absolute pleasure.

Antonio was so out of it that he didn't hear Quinn walking down the hall. He didn't hear her knocking on his door and coming in, thinking she had heard him saying to do so, or her gasp as she saw him jerking off and moaning her name. He missed the way her tongue licked her lips with lust in her eyes; the way her hand caressed her mount over her sporty shorts; or the way she quickly left, completely flustered and turned on by the sight in front of her. If he hadn't, he would've known that what he wanted so badly, could actually happen. He would've known that, every other night, she would pleasure herself thinking of him. Things could be so different, if only he had opened his eyes at that moment.

Antonio felt himself about to come. Quickening his pace, soon he was over the edge, coming all over his hand, pretending it was her insides, with one last moan. Opening his eyes, he reached for the tissues he always kept on his nightstand and cleaned himself up.

As he's getting off his bed to go take a shower, he noticed his door was slightly open. He remembered he had it completely closed, and that's when fear rose in his chest. "What if she saw me?", he thought as he slowly made his way to the door. What he found left him speechless. Quinn was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall next to his bedroom door, one hand down her shorts frantically rubbing herself, while the other was massaging her exposed breast, small whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips.

Antonio smiled, feeling his cock getting hard again at the sight, with the knowledge that he was responsible for her arousal. Taking a step back, for a second he thought about making his presence known, but decided against it, letting her finish what she started on her own. Standing behind his door, he heard her breath quickening, just before a low and long moan escaped her lips. He heard her fumble to her feet and rearrange her clothing before picking up the laundry basket that had been forgotten until then, as she made her way to her bedroom.

Once Antonio was sure she was in her bedroom, he walked out of his and walked to the kitchen to get some water. He couldn't get the image of Quinn rubbing herself because of him out of his mind, and now he knew she wanted it as bad as he did.

Quinn walked in the kitchen a few minutes later and Antonio couldn't help but smile as he saw the blush creep up on her cheeks when she saw him, before giving him a smile and a small nod. Antonio decided there and then that he would do whatever it took to be with her. "This is going to be fun.", he thought as he left the room.