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Where? Where is he? I'm ready 😎

a quick errand

Darius Morgan x f!reader

2.6k words

🔞NSFW 18+ ONLY 🔞

cw: unprotected, fingering, creampie, darius wears a wedding ring (but he's divorced), smoking, sloppy kissing, tit play, possessive!Darius (if you squint), praise, mild size kink (he has a big cock what can I say), reader wears lingerie

pet names: love, baby, good girl/naughty girl

You had just stopped by the police station to get some paperwork from Captain Morgan. You were on another one of his cases and Artem loved to make you run little errands like this. Of course you didn't mind, even though Darius wore a wedding ring you found him very easy to talk to and even occasionally flirted with him knowing it wouldn't go anywhere.

"Anything else you need from me?" He asked as you flipped through the binder.

"This looks like everything." You smiled. You were about to excuse yourself when he spoke.

"You know, you've been very helpful with these cases lately. Have you ever considered being a detective?" You could sense a bit of fondness in his words.

"My passion is in the courtroom." You studied him a little closer. "Are you trying to poach me, Captain?" You chuckled.

"No, no, I just feel like I should be paying you for the good work you do." He laughed with you. "Besides, I think Mr. Wing would have my head if I stole you out from under him." He seemed a little dejected, even though his offer wasn't really serious.

"Artem doesn't really have anything to do with it." Even though he was married, you still had a crush on Captain Morgan and you didn't want him thinking you were unavailable. "He's just my boss." You could feel your heart beating a bit faster as Darius stood.

He walked over to his office door and closed it, leaning against it as he lit a cigarette. "And what about those other men I always see you with? Who are they to you?"

"Huh? Capt-"

"Call me Darius, please." His tone was gentle but firm. You turned in your seat to face him. He was leaning against the door, studying your reaction to his words.

"Darius," you smiled softly, "why do you want to know?" You watched him tap his cigarette on the ashtray near the door before bringing it to his mouth again.

"Answering a question with a question?" He chuckled. "I'm just trying to get to know you a little better." You might have gotten defensive if it was anyone else. But his soft laughter let your guard down. He could probably get you to tell him anything.

"Luke is just my childhood friend. Vyn is a valuable advisor. And Marius…" you couldn't quite find the words to describe him. After you paused, you could see Darius' expression harden. "I guess I'll just call him a friend."

"Why the hesitation?" He really was impossible to read. You figured that's what made him a good detective.

"Well, I'd say he's a client but we do hang out sometimes even though his case is over. I'm certainly closer to him than I am with any of my other past clients." You wondered why he was asking so much about the men in your life. The ring on his finger was prominent as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"So you're unattached." He finally spoke.

"You could say that…" you could feel your heart beating faster. You didn't really know what he was getting at, maybe he wanted to set you up? Surely he was not interested in you for himself.

"So when I say I want to reward you, do you have any problems with that?" He finished his cigarette and put it out.

"What do you mean?" Darius' office suddenly felt very small. Despite his open window and the light breeze, the smell of his cigarettes and cologne took over your senses. It was so cruel of him to be married and still monopolize your mind like this. So cruel of him to tease you when he was legally bound to another.

And yet, he never spoke of his wife to you. When you asked about her, he simply sighed and brushed it off. He always flirted back when you said something suggestive and sometimes even started it himself. And without fail he took the time to chat with you for a while every time you stopped by his office.

"I think you can figure out what I mean." Darius locked the door and removed his jacket before sitting on the small loveseat in the corner. "Sit with me." You watched him roll up his sleeves. This was your first time seeing his muscular forearms.

"Aren't you… married?" You spoke in a hushed tone. Despite your reservations, his presence was intoxicating. You watched him remove his tie and unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt. The room was thick with sexual tension as he dragged his gaze down your body.

"No." He slipped the ring off his finger and flicked it across the room. "She divorced me last year. I didn't want to talk about it so I kept wearing the ring." He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, staring at the silver band on the floor.

You quickly left the seat across his desk to join him on the loveseat. "Darius…" you put a hand on his back as you tried to console him.

"Don't worry about it." He looked back at you and smiled. "It's been long enough.”

“Are you sure?” You underestimated how much you were drawn to him. Even just sitting next to him had your nerves blaring, your thoughts barely coherent as your fingers traced the muscles of his back.

“I want you.” He leaned back, his brown eyes gazing into yours as his hand draped over your thigh. “That much I’m certain of.”

You had daydreamed about this. You hated to admit with all of the men fawning over you that the one that was completely unavailable to you had piqued your interest. So while you entertained the idea of others, you were really set on Darius. You’d made up scenarios of how he’d confess his love to you, how you’d push him away because of his marriage. Or even how you’d give in and let him fuck you senseless over that desk of his.

You never prepared for this. Sure, a divorce had entered your mind on occasion, but you never could have imagined he was divorced this whole time. All this flirting and tension was unresolved simply because he continued to wear that ring. Sure, there was the possibility that he was lying, but that smile. That smile was the most genuine smile you’d seen on Darius’ face.

“Well? How about it?” He brought you out of your thoughts and your eyes traced over his body. He was leaning closer to you now, his disheveled hair falling into his face. His fingers slowly moved up your thigh, yet still respectful of your pencil skirt. You could see his chest peeking out of the top of his shirt, seeing he was far more built than you thought.

“Okay,” you spoke quietly. “What’s my reward then?”

"What would you like?" He inched towards you until your breath mingled.

"You seem to have thought about this for quite a bit…" you smirked. "How about you take the lead?"

"Mmm…" his voice was husky, "exactly what I was hoping to hear." He didn't waste any more time, supporting the back of your head with one of his large hands as he captured you in a deep kiss. His other hand remained on your thigh, his thumb making small circles as his tongue entered your mouth.

You could feel the heat pulsing through your body already. His kisses were firm but desperate. His hands seemed frozen in place, it was clear he hadn't done this in a while. You took his bottom lip between your teeth to try to encourage him. As you pulled away, you met his lusty gaze and found it easy to lose yourself in those soft brown eyes.

Without warning, he hooked a hand under your legs and pulled them over his lap, reclining you against the arm of the loveseat before leaning over you. One of his arms braced him against the loveseat while the other pushed at the hem of your skirt. He dove in for another kiss, this time more reckless as if you'd found something in him that he thought he'd lost.

Darius pressed himself more tightly against you, drinking in your heavy breaths as his teeth clashed with your lips. It was as if he was determined to make you his. To make you forget those other boys you were always with. To make you surrender yourself to him like he'd been dreaming you would.

He urgently peppered kisses along your jaw before remembering that you were still fully clothed. You understood what he wanted when his lips reached your collar and you quickly unbuttoned your blouse. Your lacy bra was just barely visible as his kisses impatiently followed your hands down your front.

"You didn't wear this for me, did you?" He barely separated from your skin as the hand that was on your thigh moved to your breast. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You wished the answer was no, but it wasn't. You had a feeling Artem would have you running an errand here today and you always wore something sexy under your clothes when you knew you'd see Darius. Your silence spoke volumes as his thumb rubbed your nipple through the lace.

"You did?" He chuckled, his lips pressing against the exposed flesh of your tit. "Such a naughty girl…" His kisses now slowed. It was clear he was feeling more confident knowing you'd worn lingerie with the hopes he'd be the one undressing you.

"It's not…" your breathing was labored as his mouth toyed with your nipple through the fabric of your bra. "It's not like that…'' you repeated yourself, arching your back as his attention sent butterflies up your spine.

"You're not telling me there's someone else." His voice was lower than usual. Almost possessive. "That would be cruel of you." He pushed the straps of your bra to the side and your breasts spilled out, your nipples hard from his touch.

"Not half as cruel as you, leading me to believe you were married this whole time." You tangled one of your hands in his messy hair while the other trailed down his muscular arm.

"That's not a no." He stopped, his brown eyes staring at you until you returned his gaze. Your body yearned for him to keep kissing you. To keep touching you.

"There is no one else." You spoke softly. "I'm yours, and yours alone, Darius."

"Good girl." He purred, languidly directing his attention back to your tits. He took one nipple between his lips while he pinched the other, making you moan from the contact on your bare skin.

As he sucked you, you could feel his cock twitch against the back of your thigh. You sighed with pleasure, your body responding to every flick of his tongue. You arched your back more, curling your toes in a way that made one of your heels clatter to the floor.

Just as your cunt ached for attention, Darius' hand wandered down your torso. He took his time, running his fingers down your hips, along the curve of your ass, then back up your thigh. He hooked his thumb under the hem of your skirt, finally pushing it up and exposing your sex. You gasped as he tugged at your panties.

"Hmm…" he glanced down to see it was a set. "They match." He smiled to himself before haphazardly pulling them to your knees. He rubbed two fingers along your folds, stroking you and feeling how wet you already were.

"Do you always wear lingerie when you see me?" Darius shifted so he was hovering above your face again. You avoided his direct eye contact, unsure if the heat rushing to your cheeks was from embarrassment or arousal. His fingers circled your clit as he tilted his head to where your eyes landed. "Hm?" He smiled, having a feeling he already knew the answer.

"Y-yes…" you muttered, almost inaudibly.

He chuckled and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. "I can't believe I kept you waiting so long… you're so perfect…" he mumbled against your skin as he started kissing your collarbone. You could feel his thick cock against your thighs as his fingers slid into your cunt. You moaned as he pumped them in and out, preparing you for his dick.

“It’s been a while since I…” He trailed off, his hard cock finishing his statement for him with another twitch.

“It’s ok.” You quickly reassured him, your pussy aching to be filled as it clenched around his calloused fingers. “Darius, I…” You lost your train of thought when he picked up his head, heavy blush decorating his cheeks as he gazed at you with those sexy chocolate eyes. “I want you inside me.” You spoke in barely a whisper, the words falling from your lips without a thought.

“Anything, love.” His slip of the tongue made your heart race even faster as he kissed you again. His tongue and saliva were messy as he desperately positioned himself between your legs. You could hear the clattering of his belt falling on the floor and the shuffle of his slacks dropping below his cock, which now poked at your entrance. He separated from you only to glance down, making sure he was lined up with your hole. You practically drooled at his size despite the fact that it was hard to see his full length from this angle.

“Ready?” He asked, seeming to need the reassurance more than you did.

“Yes, please…” He slid himself between your folds, collecting your juices on his tip before plunging himself deep inside you. You moaned at the stretch, tangling your fingers into his messy hair as his attention returned to you. He thrust himself in and out of you slowly at first, getting a feel for the way you wrapped around him.

“Fuck…” He shuddered, kissing your neck as he fucked you dumb, his dick reaching your most sensitive spot with each thrust.

“Holy shit… Darius…” Moans spilled from your lips, and while you tried to be quiet about it since you were in his office, you couldn’t hold yourself back. He felt too good. The tingling pleasure quickly spread through your whole body, taking you right to the edge. You couldn’t even think straight anymore. His heavy cock pistoned inside you. His teeth left marks of desperation on your neck. From the sound of your moans, he didn’t need his deductive skills to know you were close.

“I’m so-”

“Shh…” Darius hushed you. “I know, baby…” He began chasing his own high as he spoke. “Wait for me, ok? Let’s cum together.” His breath fanned over your skin. You were so sensitive. Each time he hit that bundle of nerves you were at risk of giving in to your pleasure but you held yourself back and let him edge you.

“Such a good girl…” He mumbled, ramming into you haphazardly. “So good for me…” You didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Your body was on fire, tingling all the way to your fingertips and toes in anticipation.

“D-darius…” You whimpered as his breaths got shaky.

“C-cum with me… !” He grunted, you could feel his seed spilling into you, the pressure pushing you over the edge as you sex flooded with pleasure. You clenched around him, your slick dripping at the base of his cock as he shuddered again. You both rode out the high, breathing heavily as your intertwined bodies buzzed with ecstasy. Finally, he collapsed on top of you, his dick still nestled in your tight cunt.

“Fuck…” You were still catching your breath. “I don’t know how to go back to work after that…”

“Call in sick.” He calmly responded, also a little out of breath.

“Artem’s already seen me today…” You sighed. It would be strange if you called in sick at this point.

“Then I’ll just tell him I’m borrowing you for the afternoon,” Darius smirked. “There’s a case in my bedroom I think I’ll need help with.”

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