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╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗Jealous & Bossy BradfordTW: Chris Sanford !!!

It had been four months since you broke up with Chris, and the best months of your life. Finally, admitting your feelings to Tim, the two of you have never been better.

That was until you brought a murder suspect back to the station and noticed your ex swing by to deal with prosecution.

Can I just disappear now?

You eyed Chris before he noticed you, double taking if that was really him. Then you look to your side at Tim Bradford... your boyfriend. Nobody at the station knew that you were dating, because technically it wasn't 'legal' to date your superior.

After telling a few co-workers at the station that you'd broke up with Chris, everyone was glad that it was over.

Was I that delusional... everyone must've hated him.

Chris approached you while you held your breath waiting for the awkward interaction.

"Hey y/n, can I uh see you for a second... it's about the murderer you just took in" he smiled like nothing had even happened.

Tim's posture straightened as soon as he seen Chris, the guy who you were clearly blind to when dating.

Was Chris always this cringy?

"sure yea, can you handle this Bradford?" you turn to face Tim, as his eyes are glued on you.

"go ahead, nice to see you Christopher" Tim formed the fakest grin and the use of his full name almost made you burst out laughing.

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Chris had taken you to a private interrogation room, already making you feel uncomfortable at being in a closed room with him.

He went over the details about your suspect and details about the conviction. You agreed to everything short and quick, not wanting to engage any more than you had to.

"great is that all?" you insisted, drawing circles on your pants to distract the anxiousness pooling in your stomach.

"yea.. um y/n" Chris blurted grabbing ahold of your arm when you went to turn away.

"yes?" you're face was flooding with heat.

"listen-" he grabbed your hands in his "-I just want to apologize to you. After everything that happened I realized I wasn't treating you how you deserve" Chris choked out. Your eyes were focusing everywhere but him, as he held a firm grip on your hands.

"look Chris I-" you attempted to cut him off and get the hell out of there but he wouldn't let you speak.

"I just want you to know, that if you ever want to give us a second chance, I'll be here waiting. You're the best thing that ever happened to me" he flattered.

"Chris i... there is no us any-" you started to lay down the rules with him and how much you didn't want to give it a 'second shot', but then Tim came storming in through the room.

"Bradford!" Chris nervously yelped, keeping your hands tight.

"Are you done Chris? Or can y/n help you with anything else" Tim bickered. His eyes flashing to where Chris had your hands held.

"No um... that's it" he let go of your hands and picked up his briefcase, then headed towards the door.

"Oh and y/n, just think about it okay. I miss you" Chris swooned. Your face turned a bright shade of red at his comment, wanting to disappear anywheres but this small stuffy room.

"What the hell was that?" Tim fumed, looking at you with daggers. He kept inching closer to you while you stepped back towards the wall.

"It wasn't anything, Chris is still stuck up on thinking we can 'fix' the relationship" you stammered, pressing flush against the interrogation wall.

"Our relationship?" his eyes widened and gently grabbed your jaw, tilting up to look at him. "How would Chris try and fix the relationship between you and I? We're perfectly happy" he seethed.

"Tim" you mumbled, knowing he was playing games with you.  His grip on your jaw tightened.

"Just think about it... I miss you" Tim mocked his words, while he searched your eyes for any bit of despair.

"You know I don't feel that way" you pleaded. You wanted no part of anything you once had.

His free hand moved to trace against the outside of your hip. If looks could kill, you would be dead by now.

"Then show me you don't" he encouraged. His hand roaming in between your thighs.

"what-" you were confused and overheated. The tension from this whole situation had you flustered.

"we'll last I checked we have a half hour lunch break. So meet me in our spot, five minutes" he ordered, leaving the room just to have your mind wandering to what was to come.

'The spot' was a place you hooked up twice with Tim, between calls or on breaks. Down in the basement level of the station, no one ever went down there.

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Five minutes wasn't enough time to do anything but pace down the elevator to the basement level. A space where no one ever went except for utilities. Making sure no one seen you as you went into the elevator.

Your legs were weak as you made your way to a small room that had a few office supplies inside. You felt bad that Tim had thought anything of the situation even though you knew you wanted nothing to do with Chris anymore.

Opening the door you see Tim with his arms crossed leaning against the back wall.

"Take your body cam off" he grumbled, and you unhooked your camera and locked the door.

"Just let me explain" you stood with your hands interlocked, figuring with your fingers.

"No" he raged. Pushing off the wall, he stepped towards you, causing your body to slam against the door.

His lips quickly met yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. You were fast to meet his rhythm. Tim stole every breath from your lungs as he swapped tongues with you.

At this point you could feel your arousal flooding inside your panties, needing him more now than ever.

He kept making out with you while he moved to undo your duty belt and threw it on the table next to him.

"baby" you moaned in between kisses, feeling against his thick toned biceps.

"you want me?" he whispered in your ear, biting against the sensitive skin on your neck.

"yes" you choked, pressing your head against the hard wood door.

"then take your pants off" he directed to you.

Your pants quickly made their way to the floor. Followed by his help to unbutton your top.

"Tim-" you whined as his long fingers teased the outside of your thong.

"just think about it" he kneeled down, sucking on the inner parts of your thighs while his fingers continued to run against the cotton fabric. This man was driving you crazy reciting your ex's words, but he did it in the best ways.

"please fuck me" you begged.

That's all he wanted to hear. To know you wanted him, that you needed him.

"Get on top of the table" his lips left your thighs to nip against the sheer material that covered your throbbing pussy.

You sat on of metal table, the cold aluminum pressing against your exposed ass. Tim followed you, desperate to show you how much he needed you.

"how do you want it?" he asked. Your head was spinning. You wanted him to fuck your feelings away, use you as an escape.

"I don't care, I just want you" you reassured him, digging your fingertips into his side.

"Lay back" he instructed, grabbing both of your legs to rest on his shoulders.

He unzipped his work pants and popped out his thick heavy cock, glistening with pre-cum. Hooking your panties and sliding to the side, he gathered both of your arousals on his tip before sinking into you.

The instant feeling made your body come alive, you needed him just as much as he needed you. It was mutual.

His thrusts were slow, as he sucked and peppered kisses against your lower legs. You sunk your fingers into his forearm and pressed your eyes shut.

"oh fuck-" you whined, the angle hitting all the best spots.

Your ankles were wrapped over his shoulders as his breaths started to quicken, fucking you harsher.

"Tim I cant-" you begged. His new anger driven pace had you squirming as he kept it up. Your back arching off the cold metal while you felt a tingling sensation in your stomach.

"who's pussy is this" he groaned, swishing your face in his palm.

"yours- it's all yours" your eyes filling with tears.

"that's right baby. I get to fuck you. Making a mess like this, only for me" Tim taunted.

His constant praising had your orgasm on the edge of collapsing. He was truly the only man to make you feel this good, all the time.

"yes sir-" biting down on your lip till you could taste blood forming at the surface. He pounded into you at a deeper angle, making you see double.

Tim's hand swiftly moved to cover your mouth, keeping you quiet incase there was a worker in the hall. His other hand circled your soaked clit.

Your lips opened but no words formed, as he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm took over every part of your body, tensing against his cock.

His fingers made their way inside your mouth, sucking on each digit while you came down from the intense pressure release.

"fuck, yes baby, you get so wet for me" his breathing laboured as he pulled out and came over your stomach.

A warm liquid covered you, looking down to see him stoking every last bit onto you. His fingers running over the head of his cock.

"you know I love you" you breathed.

"I know, I love you too" he smirked, leaning down to kiss your damp forehead.

Just like that, Chris was never to be seen again...