#sibling halstead

Authors Note: I had this idea for a Halstead sibling fic. So here it is. It’s also an Antonio Dawson fic. I hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this 3 times.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, oral sex (female receiving), swearing.

Tag List: @halstudandruz @alievans007

2nd person POV

Antonio Dawson x Halstead!Reader

Part 1

The music rang through your apartment as you made your dinner. You were in an oversized sweater, courtesy of your elder brother Will, and his now too small for him joggers. You were not expecting anyone to come over. So when there was a knock on your door interrupting your hella wonderful dance moves, you jumped slightly and groaned loudly so the person on the other side of the door knew you were upset. 

“Y/N, let me in! I texted you!” Your partner bellowed. 

“I didn’t think you meant it!” You retort, as your door creaked open. 

“You said you had booze and were making your famous fettuccine alfredo. I was not going to miss that.” He smirked as he walked in, shrugging his leather jacket off. 

You rolled your eyes and closed the door before following Dawson into your kitchen. You strain your pasta and mix it into the sauce you were making. “Want to taste?” You hold the spoon to his lips, for he was standing next to the stove with a beer in hand. He takes a bite and his eyes roll back into his head, moans of taste ecstasy escaping his lips. 

“Holy shit. That is so good.” 

“It’s my mom's recipe.” You smile, proud you could do her proud with your cooking. “Go sit, I will bring you some.” He sits on the stool at your island, before you hand him a bowl of pasta. You sprinkle a little bit of freshly grated parmesan on top. He waits for you to sit next to him before he devours his first helping. 

“God, you have the brains, the hots, and the cooking power. I think I’m in love.” He jokes, before helping himself to another serving. When he sits back down, his hand rests on the back of your stool. “Did your mom teach you how to cook?” He asks, turning slightly to face you. 

“She did teach me a little. But I mainly learned from the chefs at the base and my brothers. They taught me what not to do.” Giggles erupt from your chest. 

“You know, you really are the whole package. Bad-ass, beautiful, intelligent, know how to cook. It’s a wonder how you are single.” 

“Well, my brothers tend to scare off any guy or girl that looks my way. And if they do get past them, they usually end up hurting me. So ya, I have just stayed unattached.” 

“When was your last one? With that Brien kid right?” 

“His name was Dylan, and yes. That was about 3 months ago?” 

“So you haven’t had anyone since?” 

“Why are we talking about this?” You gave Antonio a puzzled look. 

“Look, I know I am probably too old for you. But I thought that maybe we could, you know. No strings attached?” He motions between you two with his hands, becoming slightly embarrassed for even asking. 

You pretended to ponder the thought, with your hand on your chin as if to think about your answer. “Dawson, you are one hell of a man. I have wanted to take you since I was, like, 20.” 

“Not so innocent when you were younger like your brothers thought you were.” Antonio chuckles, a smirk following suit. “You grew to be one hell of a woman, Y/N.” He leans in towards you and ducks his head down. 

“Is this really happening?” You whisper, blinking your eyes rapidly. Dawson just closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours. The kiss was super soft and sweet, at first. Then he presses a bit more firmly, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. Your hands rest upon his biceps as the kiss sends shivers and tingles through your body. He elicited many sensations from within your body with just a kiss. You wondered what other feelings he could bring out. He moves the hand that lay atop of your chair to your back to bring you closer. The kiss was getting more intense, tongues began to move together. The kiss elicited a moan from your vocal cords. He pulled back a bit to catch his breath. Your teeth brought your bottom lip between them. He groans and stands up. His hands slid down just below your butt cheeks before hoisting you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your hands cupping his neck. He kisses you again, tongue automatically going into your mouth. Antonio walks you to your couch. “Shirt. Off.” He mumbled between kisses. You strip the sweater off, exposing your braless chest, a spaghetti strap t-shirt covering what’s underneath. You had a few tattoos on your chest. Tugging at the edge of your shirt, Antonio pulled your shirt off to expose your beautifully perky breasts.  He moaned at the sight, immediately attaching his lips to your right nipple. He had sat down at that point. He starts to suckle a bit, nip, flick. All the things that made you go wild, the warmth between your legs growing. Moans escaped your lips, his name rolling off your tongue. He switched sides, you began to grind down onto his growing erection. This caused him to moan out, and detach his lips. 

“You are beyond sexy. And wet.” His raspy voice rang through your ears. Your arousal had seeped through your joggers. 

“Please. Do. Something.” You begged, out of breath. 

“Sit on the edge of the couch, princess. Pants off.” You happily oblige, removing your joggers, placing your butt right at the edge of the couch and leaning back. Antonio begins to strip, only to his boxers, leaving you to still wonder how his member looks. Your mouth watered. He sunk to his knees and spreads your legs wide. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you.” He bites his lip, leaning in and grabbing your lace underwear with his teeth. You lift your butt slightly to help him get them off. He looked so damn sexy. The dampness between your legs grew into more of a dripping sensation. You could feel it slipping down your slit to the couch. He kisses up your legs, calf to thigh, each leg. He wanted to show your body attention, every inch of your body. Your aching with anticipation, your breathing became erratic. Soft kisses are placed upon your slit, before he snakes his arms around your thighs. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he begins the pleasure. Your gasp at the contact and moan loudly, your fingers tangling into his hair. His tongue starts to flicks against your clit, this has always driven you insane. Your hips buck instinctively, causing him to chuckle ever so softly. He moves his attention to your vaginal opening. He tongue fucks you, causing you to moan out loud. 

“Antonio. Fuck just like that.” He curls his tongue up, hitting your g-spot. The scream that was emitted from you was unexpected. Nobody has ever been able to do that to you, that caused your head to roll back and your back to arch. “OH FUCK!” You were wriggling beneath him, putty in his hands. One of his hands began to rub your clit in circular motions. The coil inside your body began to tighten up, signaling you were ready to cum. “Fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna cum.” Antonio just hums in response, too busy with pleasing you. The loudest moan you had ever emitted came out as you came, more like squirted. Antonio pulled back, watching as you squirted all over his torso. His boxers were soaked with precum. Your body shook from the amount of pleasure in which you just received. He cleans up your vulva, moaning at the taste. 

“Fuck princess. You taste so divine. And you squirted all over me. That was beyond sexy, I could have cum just watching you.” You were panting, trying to catch your breath. 

“I have never squirted before. You know how to make a woman scream.” You were slightly dazed, so Antonio took this time to unravel his arms from under your thighs and take his penis out. It stood at attention, the tip red and throbbing. You had sat up and were finally able to see how he was packing. He was very girthy, very nice length. You moaned at the sight. He pumped it a few times. 

“Your turn, Mr. Dawson.” Your voice was sexy, sensual, inviting. Antonio shook his head, causing you to become confused. He holds his hand out, pulling you to your feet. 

“I want to fuck you. In your bed.” He pulls you into his embrace and kisses you again, his right hand cupping your jaw and cheek. This kiss was pure passion, hints of lust seeping through. You wrap both arms around his neck. He scoops you up, one arm around your waist so you’re just slightly off the ground. 

“Second door on the left.” You breathe out. Antonio nods, and walks you both there, you still being off the ground in his muscular embrace. You leave open mouth kisses on his neck, eliciting a small moan when your kiss his sweet spot just behind his earlobe. A smirk dances across your lips. Before you had the chance to delve into his sweet spot, you’re thrown onto the bed. Giggles erupt from your chest, knowing he is being playful. He crawls onto the bed, you still giggling like a little girl. 

“You have the most glorious laugh, Y/N.” He expresses, a smile spread across his face from ear to ear. You pecked his lips. 

“Flattery will get you fucked, Dawson. Do something with that glorious cock already.” He chuckles darkly, veering his head down towards your chest. He kisses your breasts before his hand slips between your slightly open legs. He rubs your clit, pressure hard but the circling is slow. He wants to get you worked up. 

“Uh.” You moan out. “Please Tonio.” He just smirks, his hand leaving you. You whimper before feeling the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your slit. He rubs the head against your clit before he slips himself in, but just the tip. All the while he still had his sly smirk on his face. You give him a scowl. “Anto-” You didn’t get the rest of his name out before he slips himself all the way in, not quite balls deep. Moans escape your mouth, legs instinctively going wider for more of him. 

“That got you to stop talking.” He moaned out, unable to hold back anymore. He pulls back, almost all the way out and slams himself into you. You grip the sheets and moan in pure pleasure. He does it one last time before setting his pace. He thrusts at a sensual pace. Not too fast, but not too slow. Just right for your first time together. But his thrusts were hard and deep. You were in ecstasy, the feeling of him filling you finally was just what you have been waiting for. The way he made you feel was intense, impeccable, divine. Your eyes rolled back, back arched off the bed, head tipped back. Hands flying to the pillow in which your head rest upon, fingers gripping the soft fabric of your pillow case. Antonio had a grip on your waist, strong enough to leave some marks. Not bad though. He decided to release them, to lean on his left forearm to thrust even deeper and harder. His pace picked up. 

“Look at me princess. I want to see that pretty face as you cum.” His voice was ultra raspy, right hand turning your head to face him. Your eyes flutter open, the color had intensified with lust. He moaned at the sight of you. “Fuck baby girl. I’m gonna cum.” He had been holding out, wanting you to be pleased first and foremost. 

You bit your bottom lip. “Cum for me Antonio. Let me feel you inside of me.” You moaned out his name, right leg swinging around his waist. Your heel digs into the lumbar area of his back, encouraging him to continue. The familiar coil inside of you getting stronger and stronger. His thrusts get slightly sloppier. Your hands slide to his cheeks, making eye contact with the man above you. He bites his lip, cumming inside of you with a loud moan of your name. It was warm. This caused you to grow even closer. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm and bringing you to yours. 

“Cum for me, Y/N.” His hand slithers down your torso to your clit. He begins to rub it furiously. You scream out, your body wriggling under his touch. “Antonio!” You came, hard. All the sensations drove you right over the edge you were teetering on. He watched as your face contorted from the pleasure coursing through your body. He rod out your orgasm as best he could before pulling out and plopping beside you. You guys lay there in silence, the only sounds being your panting. 

“That was. Holy shit. Incredible.” You managed to get out. 

“Thank you.” He chuckles and turns to look at you. 

“So much better than I thought it would be.” You roll over so that you’re laying on top of him. 

“Again, thank you. You flatter me.” 

“Round two?” You wiggle your eyebrows. 

“Hmm, give me some moti- oh. I like the sight of you on top of me like that.” You were straddling his waist. Hands on his chest.