CAPTAIN

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╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗As requested by many: Captain Bradford x Sergeant Bradford

A/N: let's pretend that a captain and sergeant can work together even though your married

You were the new captain to Mid-Wilshire division. It didn't take long before word got around that 'Captain Bradford' and 'Sergeant Bradford' were too suspicious to be true. Thankfully, no one asked you about your marriage status, instead bothering Tim with questions.

"Sergeant Bradford" you walked into the briefing room, where everyone was gathered at the end of shift.

As soon as you made your way into the room, heads turned. Not only were you the new boss at the station, but you were hot. Dressed in a black pencil skirt, white button up blouse and heels.

"My office" you waved him over from the crowd of eyes staring at you. Hearing low mumbles as you turn to exit the room.

Everyone couldn't get over how you managed to end up with Tim Bradford, loving him enough to be his wife at that. Well they didn't know Tim outside of the station. The caring, protective, 'get-on-his-knees-and-beg' Tim Bradford, that you married.

Walking up to your office, you kept your hands and comments to yourself with him trailing behind you.

"Did I do something?" Tim questioned shutting the door.

"No you didn't, any thoughts on dinner tonight?" You sat down in your office chair. Watching Tim's facial expressions turn from worried to confused.

"You called me out like that to ask me... what's for dinner?" he joked. Putting an arm down on your desk to hold his weight.

"I most certainly did, I have that kinda ranking baby. Is there a problem? " you smiled.

"No m'am there is not" he laughed.

Tim stood in front of you in silence with his arms crossed. You almost had to snap him out of thought before he finally spoke.

"You know... you look so sexy behind that desk" he flirted. His eyes dropping to the 'Captain Bradford' tag on the edge of the desk.

"Tim" you blushed "When we're here, I am your captain not your wife. We talked about this" shifting in your seat.

"I know, but imagine you on top of it" he brushed his hands along the edge of the desk. Envisioning all the ways he could take you; spread on top, bent over the side...

He paced back and forth rubbing the three day old stubble on his face. You flicked a pen between your fingers to get the sexual images off your mind.

"what are you doing?" you asked. Watching Tim close all the blinds in the glass windows, followed by locking the door.

"we're both off duty..." he started making his way back to you. Bending down to kiss you slowly, then move to the side of your neck.

"Tim" you closed your eyes in pleasure, gripping the back of his head.

"I wanna fuck you" he sucked the side of your neck "I wanna fuck you right there on that desk" he breathed.

You clenched your thighs together, trying to push past the thought. Your stomach in knots.

"I can't... not in the station, not in my office" you shook your head but all you wanted was to follow through with his offer.

"this skirt can easily be pulled up" he brushed his fingers against your skin, playing with the hem of your skirt.

"Sergeant... Bradford" you whined leaning into him as his fingers moved up the skirt and against the fabric of your panties.

"Captain" he taunted.

"this is very inappropriate" you stated. Tim leaned down by the side of you, teasing you with his fingers.

"Not as inappropriate as you bent over that desk" he rasped.

You stood up slowly while his body pressed against your backside. Grabbing the back of your neck he guided you down till your face was pressed against a pile of papers.

A cold hand lifted your skirt all the way to your hips. Bending down, Tim aggressively pulled your panties down to your ankles. Rubbing his fingers against your slick folds before taking you in his mouth.

"Oh my god" you cried, smacking a hand against your mouth.

Tim took his time sucking against your clit, pushing a finger into your wet pussy just for the added tease.

He started to pick up the pace and fucked you with his tongue. His hand traveled to your clit and rubbed harsh circles, making more moans slip from your lips.

"Tim" you cried fisting against the wad of papers.

He chuckled and pulled his lips off you. Slowing his fingers down, not to a complete stop but just enough for you to want more.

"Do I turn you on Captain Bradford?" Tim asked, getting off on how easily he knew how to please you just how you liked.

"Yes, yes you do" you were frustrated at the loss of contact.

Propping yourself on your elbows, Tim stood behind you with his cock in his hand. Without warning he pushed into you, his cock slipping in and out of your clenching pussy, fucking you apart.

You reached for anything, important papers, the cup that held your pens, anything to let out the frustration from your husband. Biting down on your bottom lip as he pulled out and slammed back into you.

"You're made for me baby" Tim mumbled as he firmly gripped your hips to steady himself.

A few quiet moans slipped from your dry lips which only turned him on more. You could feel every inch of him, his thick tip, every vein and ridge, a pleasure bordering pain.

Tim manhandled you onto your back within a quick blink. You laid flat with one leg pressed against your chest and your boobs squished together. Tim's body hovered you, sweat-slicked and breathing heavy.

"please" you beg, digging your nails into his chest leaving red scratches.

He picked up exactly where he left off. Your walls contracting so tight and tense, but he still plunged in and out with ease. Leaning down to roughly kiss you.

"just like that baby please" you cried, tears streamed down your face.

Your stomach was tense, like a coil ready to burst. Although you weren't in control, Tim's praising words were enough to push you over the edge.

"come for me, all over my cock" his breath hitched.

Your eyes press shut as the tension exploded in your stomach. Tim slowly fucked you through your orgasm drawing it out even further.

"that's it baby" he whispered

Feeling his cock throbbing inside you, his last sloppy thrust had sent him over the edge, spilling inside you.

You took a moment in silence to clean up and get your clothes back in order.

"do you think anyone heard?" you asked nervously.

"well I hope not but you can't keep quiet" he threw you one of his smug looks.

"Tim not funny..." you rolled your eyes, trying to regain balance of walking on your shaky legs.

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A/N: I want to say THANK YOU in advance because I'm about to hit 100k views on this story. Oh my lord!!

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To every like, comment or personal message, I want to say it means so much that people enjoy my writing. Never in a thousand years would I think that this would hit a hundred thousand reads.

I started this story when I fell into a slight obsession with the rookie and mr.tim bradford caught my eye. Writing has helped me get through a lot in the past few months: a breakup, the loss of my childhood pet (rip ♱), and just overall depression.

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