Office Visit- Detective Wayne Bailey x Fem! Reader (NSFW)
“I think I’m gonna head out a little early, guys. Half of my professors are gone today and I’m off work this afternoon,” I announced to my friend group as we sat outside the student center at Blackmore University. I had befriended Quinn Bailey, who was roommates with Sam and Tara Carpenter and their circle of friends. I just got pulled into their orbit, and I was okay with that. Especially because one, who wouldn’t want to be friends with people who survived getting murdered, and two, Quinn’s dad. I had met him a few weeks after I had become friends with Quinn and we decided to hang out at her house for the night. The moment I saw that man I was hooked. Four months later and we had our own little something going on in private.
We took every opportunity we had to connect, whether at my dorm or his office. Since I didn’t have anything to do at college, I figured I could show up at the police station for a quick visit.
“Afternoon, Wayne’s in his office,” the main security guard muttered to me as I walked into the NYPD, offering a knowing smile. I was, undoubtedly, a regular visitor there.
I shut the door to the detective’s office, locking it with a soft click as I leaned against it. As soon as he looked up at me from where he was buried in paperwork, a slight smile tugged against my lips. He offered his own small smirk, leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his silver hair.
“Nice surprise to see you, sweetheart,” He hummed, his voice a low rumble. “Figured you’d be busy today?”
I bit my lip slightly as I slowly approached his desk, my heart racing.
“I mean, I was, but that doesn’t matter. I just happened to be close by, so I figured I’d come in and pay you a visit.” I replied smoothly as I sat down on his desk, crossing my legs.
“Just had to come see me, hm?” He teased lowly, his hands immediately settling on my thighs. I could see the conflict in his deep brown orbs. He wanted a piece of me but he was on the clock. It made things tricky. His rough fingers traced shapes along my skin, a hum of consideration rumbling through his chest.
“Did you lock the door?” He asked, squeezing my thighs. I grinned and nodded, knowing what that question meant.
Like the flip of a switch, his eyes darkened and he suddenly gripped my hips, pulling me off his desk and plopping me in his lap, his large, rough hands running up my thighs tauntingly. He tilted his head, a crooked smirk pulling at his lips as he raised a playful eyebrow, “You’re trouble, you know that? Keeping me from my work like this…”
His tone was anything but annoyed. He wanted this as much as I did. I decided to push my luck, running a hand up his chest before settling behind his neck.
“I thought I was the most important thing~?” I teased, throwing a playful pout to add to it. He grunted, pulling me closer, his hands sliding down my back to rest on my hips.
“Oh, sweetheart…you can’t even begin to imagine how important you are. You can’t comprehend how you make me feel.” His hands squeezed my hips hard before he pulled my pelvis against his, and I gasped softly as I felt his hardened arousal pressing against me. A satisfied growl escaped his throat as he slid a hand up, gripping the back of my neck gently.
“You feel that, dontcha? You want it, babygirl?” He purred, bringing his lips to my neck to leave hot kisses against my skin. I shuttered, my hands gripping his shoulders as the air between us began to grow hot, cracking with an energy that left both of us equally breathless. I rolled my hips against his, testing the waters. My stomach clenched when a rewarding groan rumbled through his chest, and I was met with a buck of his own hips as he slid his hand from my neck to my chest, pushing me back against his desk as he stood up.
Within minutes I was on my back, the papers and folders on his desk discarded in a flurry around me. The smell of his aftershave flooded my nose as he hovered over me, arms caging my head like a beast with its freshly caught prey. His dark, hungry brown eyes gazed down at me with an intensity that sent a shudder of pure submission through my body. In that moment all I knew was him. His hips pressed down hard on mine, the buckle of his belt and the firmness of his arousal competing for what dug into my stomach more. His hand slid to my cheek before slipping around my throat, squeezing just enough to send the right message to me. I was at his command and his command alone. His lips pulled into a crooked snarl, a fire in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath fanning over my face.
“I’m not going slow. We gotta make this quick before I lose it.” He growled, unbuckling his belt with his only free hand. The leather cracked as he yanked it off, tossing it to the floor before grabbing my legs and spreading them, pulling me against him, my core flush with the tent in his pants. He groaned softly as he pulled his jeans down enough to free himself, yanking my shorts down along with my underwear. His already hard dick sprung out against his stomach, the tip a dark red. He hooked one of my thighs around his waist before lining himself up with my wetness. He gave me a final look before shoving his thick manhood into my tight entrance, a heavy groan escaping him as his hips bucked desperately. I couldn’t hold back my own sounds of pleasure, my back arching off his desk with every thrust. I gasped, moaning deeply as he lost himself. Within minutes he was growling obscenities in my face as he released inside me, his pupils blown so big his eyes looked black. He gave a shuddering sigh before pulling away, running a hand through his hair.
“Fuck…I’m not done yet, sweetheart.” He grunted, gazing at me like I was his last meal.
“What do you want now?” I asked softly, my voice sweet. He hovered over me again, humming to himself as he considered what he could get away with. He smirked devilishly as he gripped my thighs, pulling them over his shoulders as he lowered himself to his knees with a grunt. I shuttered, my hands going to his hair as he trailed kisses up my inner thigh.
The crackle of his radio seized the electric moment, and he growled with annoyance as he pulled away and reached up for it. I grabbed it and handed it to him, getting a grunt of approval as he answered it.
“Bailey.” He huffed into the radio, putting on a serious front. A fellow officer crackled through to him, informing him of a domestic dispute as he ran his fingers up my thigh.
“Mhm…mm….I’m on my way now.” He reached for his belt and pulled his jeans back up, grunting as he stood to his feet. He pulled his belt back on and clipped his radio to his side, looking down at me still spread out on his desk.
“Duty calls, sweetheart.” He leaned down and kissed me, sliding his hand over my hip.
“And…I better see you later after I’m done with this.” He growled softly, suddenly shoving his ring and middle finger into my slick heat and yanking a gasp from me.
“Understand?”
“Y-Yes sir.”
“Mmm. Good girl.”
