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You’ve been working at the homicide department at the MPD for a little over two weeks. You've seen the Lieutenant's eyes linger on you, which has sent you into spirals at night, thinking you're constantly doing something wrong at your job.
You're sitting at your desk after coming back from a crime scene. Your foot rapidly tapping the floor because of how anxious you are at the moment.
All of a sudden, you hear Lieutenant Morgan's stern-sounding voice from the doorway of her office.
She calls your name, you turn around to meet eyes with her eyes, she continues. “Come to my office, I want to talk to you for a moment.”
Your heart accelerates, your anxiety-ridden mind automatically coming up with the worst scenarios. The thought you linger on the most is that you’ve been doing a terrible job and you're about to be fired.
You get up from your chair and start walking towards Debra's office. Your shoes softly patter against the floor as you feel like everyone is staring at you.
You step into the Lieutenant's office and softly close the door, the click of the door closing echoing in your head.
“Lieutenant Morgan…” You greet quietly.
She smiles softly and shakes her head lightly. “Please, no need for the formality. Just call me Deb.”
This makes you feel slightly less anxious as you fully meet her eyes, there's a hint of something mischievous in them but you choose to ignore it.
Debra starts a path over to you before walking more towards the blinds, looking out and meeting the eyes of her brother, Dexter, though them before closing the blinds. The only light left in the office is the soft light coming from her lamp.
She walks back to her desk, sitting on the edge of it, leaning back slightly. You feel so drawn towards her but don't make a move. You see how her shirt is slightly unbuttoned in a way that you'd only notice if you were looking at her chest, which you were afraid to admit that you were.
You quickly look away, slightly flustered. Debra catches your wondering eyes and smirks.
“Do you usually look like a fucking corpse, or is it just the lighting?” She asks like she didn't just catch you checking her out.
She doesn't let you reply before speaking up again, “Come over here I don’t bite, unless you want me to,” she winks at the last part.
You find yourself walking towards her without even knowing it before you're standing a foot away from her. She tucks your hair behind your ear, letting her hand linger around the back of your neck for too long.
She slowly leans closer and you do too. Right when you’re about to kiss she whispers between the pair of your lips. “Are you okay with this?” She breathes against your lips.
You can barely respond cause how you breathe is caught just from her ghost of a touch. “Yes…” Your breath out.
She brings her hand around the small of your back pulling you closer before she brings her lips against yours. Her lips feel soft, almost as if she had just put Chapstick on before inviting you in, and they taste like black cherry.
She slowly pushes her thigh in-between your legs as you slowly push your tongue into her mouth, taking in the taste of her. You moan softly against her mouth once you feel her thigh against your core. She smirks against your lips once she feels your nails trailing against her back.
She pulls back from your lips and you let out a whine. She laughs lightly at your neediness. “Do you want to go further?” she asks, you nod immediately.
She lets you go and walks over to lock her office door. She then takes your hand and leads you to her office chair and sets you down on her lap after she sits first.
Your hips rock slightly before you abruptly stop after feeling a bulge below you. Your face flushes after realizing that she has prepared for this.
You decide to help her finish unbuttoning her shirt. “I think you forgot a few buttons earlier.” you joke, gaining some confidence.
Once the buttons are fully undone you start rocking your hip against the bulge in her pants. Debra grabs your hips and stops your movement.
“Stop right fucking there sweetheart, I need a little more of you before you get to enjoy yourself on top of me,” she teases before starting to unbutton your shirt in return and fully sliding it off your arms.
You had just suddenly remembered that you were wearing a slightly too small bra, which had left your breast basically spilling out of your bra. You decide to just reach back and unclip your bra before tossing it across the room.
You start to reward yourself by rocking against her hips, letting out a soft moan, softly closing your eyes. The old office chair slightly creaks under the combined weight of you and Debra.
Deb groans slightly at the feeling of you rubbing against her. She leans her head against the back of the chair and looks up at you with a smirk.
“You’re so damn lucky this room is soundproof, I’d rather not have LaGeurta on my ass about an HR violation.” She groans again, letting her hands roughly grab your thighs.
Her hands trail up again, grabbing onto your breast squeezing gently, the feeling going straight to your core as you rock harder against her. Your hands trail off her shoulders to her pants, trying to unbuckle them.
“P-please…” you beg softly, she gets the hint and reaches her hands down from your breast to her pants and unzips them before sliding them off.
You take your own pants off and slide both of your panties down, freeing Debra’s large strap on dildo and your pussy. She lifts you hips up and lines your hole up with the toy, allowing you to slowly swallow the shaft.
You moan lowly before starting to bounce on the toy, slamming it in and out of yourself, Debra stops you movements, holding you down with the toy all the way in before lifting you up, hip against hip, and sitting you down on her mostly empty desk.
She pulls all the way out before slamming herself in again. She repeats the pattern but starts slowing down her movements until she’s barely moving. You whine and start trying to find you own friction but she’s not allowing it.
“Use you words sweetheart,” she whispers into your ears.
“P-please, don’t tease me” you whine again.
“What do you want me to do?” She teased.
“Pl-please f-fuck me!” You cry out.
She smirks before plunging in and out of you repeatedly, the sound of your flesh hitting each other echoing in the quiet room along with your moan.
You start to feel that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, the tightening that you know means you’re about to cum. You wrap you legs around her ass trying to keep her as deep as possible. She relies your signs and speeds up.
Once you finally reach your climax you cry out her name before passing out on her shoulder.