fix your shirt t.b. (18+)
tim bradford x fem! reader
summary; getting locked up in the evidence lockup with tim during a storm isn’t too bad.
notes; divider by the fabulous @uzmacchiato !! this is what happenes when i have an idea and finish it when im ovulating. i do think this is much better then my first attempt at smut but let me know what yall think !! some of the warnings — swearing, dirty talk, dom!tim, HE LITERALLY TEASE YOU ABOUT HOW TURNED ON YOU ARE?, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex, fingering, HE IS LITERALLY FINGERING YOU AGAINST A WALL
words; 4188
— ⋆ 𝝑𝝔˚⟡˖ ࣪.
A bright light filled the station, followed behind with a loud boom of thunder that shook the walls slightly. Your head snapped over to the closest window, watching as a waterfall flowed down, causing a blurry, warped filter to be placed on the glass so anything on the other side couldn’t be made out.
Letting out a sigh, hearing the sounds of the distance, rolling thunder, you turned your attention back to your paperwork.
Your shift ended almost two hours ago. But when the rain started, so did the influx of calls. More calls, combined with bad weather meant you were going to be drowning in paperwork. Luckily, you only had about twenty or so pages left. It wasn’t so bad though, because right across from you in the dimly lit bullpen, he was in the same situation as you.
“Even if I get done with all this, I’m still gunna have to wait for the rain to stop before I even think about going home.”
“Yeah, because I’m more than likely going to have to answer that call.”
“I would have to die before calling you because I hydroplaned.” You remarked looking up at Tim, who simply rolled his eyes at you before looking back down at his desk. Watching him for a few moments, studying the way a small wrinkled form in the middle of his brows as he concentrated on his work. He readjusted his wrist, and the veins on his forearm bulged out before sinking back in, disappearing back into his skin.
Tearing your eyes away after realizing you hadn’t remembered how long you had been staring at him, you dropped your pen onto your desk and brought your hands together. Pushing the fingers on your hands back and forth, feeling the satisfying pop of the joints, which were once tense from holding the black ballpoint pen, but were now loose and feeling slightly better.
Looking down at the paper, picking right where you had left off. Your brows quickly frowned at the confusing set of numbers. “Huh?” You muttered under your breath, checking the copy of the evidence list you had.
Before the rain had started, you had been called to a department store where a 30-year-old woman was shoplifting. Insisting that she was going to pay for everything, every person in the store claimed that she was trying to just walk out. The total of everything was just under $800. Maybe it was because you were bored, or maybe it was because she kept yelling directly in your face, but you suggest that she should at least try her card before you take her to jail. She tried it almost four separate times, and each time it was declined. She then tried to shove you out her way, only adding an assault charge to the shoplifting one. Because of how much was taken, you had to make sure that all the items matched the evidence number, which of course had gotten messed up during the chaos of the sudden storm outside.
Reaching down and grabbing your I.D. card before pushing your chair back. Getting up and walking down the hallway towards the evidence room. Normally there’s someone at the desk, but this late into the night, no one was. Watching as the light turned from red to green as you pressed your card against it and opened the now unlocked door. Walking down towards where your box should be. Looking around the shelf that was at your eye level, but saw nothing that had your signature or matching case number on.
Searching along the shelf above, then the next one, and the one after that. Some idiot had put it nearly four shelves higher than you could reach.
“You gotta be kidding be,”
Looking around the room to see not a single stool or ladder in sight. You rubbed your dry, tired eyes, trying to figure out how you were going to reach the box. The first thought to come to mind was to climb the shelves. But with one small shake the whole structure of rusty pipes creaked and swayed, clearly showing that any extra weight was already risky, let alone let it be the weight of a human body. Then you thought about just putting it off until the morning, but you know that would just lead to a reprimand from Grey. So you did the only option left.
“Hey, Tim?” He finished writing the word he was on before snapping his head up to you. “The dickheads in evidence moved my box onto the highest shelf possible.”
His pen was now tossed to the side, his forearms crossed and leaning against the desk top. “You know there's a great invention called a ladder, right?”
“Really? Should we call the Chief and let him know of your great discovery?” You quickly remarked back, walking up to his desk and placing your palms onto it. “Please, I just want to be done with this already.” Looking up at you with those stupid blue eyes, he broke out into a small smirk, dropping his head before standing up. “Show me where it is,”
You smiled wide at him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
The two of you walked side by side down the hall. Well, he was an inch behind you. Tim Bradford was always an inch behind you. It caused a feeling of protection mixed with a hint of nervousness. Anytime he was close to you, it was always too close–the kind of close that would cause goosebumps to form and your stomach to start to twist. Your mind blanking and a stupid smile eagerly trying to push its way through. Any normal person that would be this close would earn a side eye and a step away. But this was Tim.
“It’s right there,”
“I see it, the one in the glitter pen?” He glanced at you as if you were serious, slightly wondering if you were going through another Legally Blonde moment.
“This isn’t the first time they did this. Just the first time there hasn’t been a ladder to my rescue. And yes, the glitter reflects off the lights. That way I’m not wandering around like a chicken with my head cut off.” His eyes drifted to the side, clearly taking your words into thought. Pressing his lips together into a thin line with a shrug of his head.
The clear Tim signal of approval.
Even if it was considered a bit extra, he had to give you points for the creative.
It wasn’t like he towered over you. The height difference wasn’t anything crazy. Now, the length of his arms compared to yours–that’s why he was your go-to man.
You watched him stretch up towards the box with his left arm. Groaning a small ‘come on’ before switching to reaching with his right arm, having to go onto the tips of his toes. All the while, a loud, booming string of thunder sounded outside, shaking the old room along with the lights that hung above them. “And I-I-I…” Just as his finger tips brushed the edge of the cardboard, the whole power surged off, followed by the loudest crack of thunder known to man.
You reached outwards and found one of the bars of the shelves. “Tim?” You asked into the darkness, almost expecting him to have just up and disappeared.
The sound of clothes rustling came first followed by his voice, “I’m right here.” And a bright white, blueish light started to beam towards the ground. He then moved his phone upwards and shined it at you, making sure not to shine it directly into your eyes.
“Aren’t the generators usually up by now?”
He then waved the light around the room, towards the camera in the corner where the small red light that had always been on was now off. “The weather must’ve also knocked out the backups.” At his words, he quickly went towards the front door. You reached out, grabbing the back of his shirt, using it as a leverage to pull yourself up to his arm, hooking it through yours. “What, afraid the shadow man will get me?” He teased, looking back at your concerned face. “No,” You leaned towards him, “I don’t want to risk the chance of walking into one the shelves.”
“Turn on your light,”
“I left my phone on my desk. I didn’t think it would take this long.”
Leaning back a little when you realized just how close you were to him. Not only was your body pushed up fleshed against his arm and side, but you and Tim’s face were an inch apart. Feeling his breath on you, a breath caught in the back of your throat at the realization. Your heartbeat escalated at the thought of closing the space, finally giving into the thoughts that would keep you up at night. The drunken ones that made you physically throw your phone so far into your closet, not risking the chance of drunkenly confusing everything to him.
“Here,” Tim handed you the phone. You took it and leaned your back against the nearby desk, checking first as to not knock into anything before you did. Watching as he tried the knob, which turned but didn’t give when trying to pull on it.
The doors locked, loudly hitting its frame. Trying over and over again. It was official; when the power went and the generator wasn’t coming back on that meant the door wasn’t going to budge either. A single slam of Tim’s shoulder against it was all he needed for a quick reminder of the steel plate in the middle of it.
The light slowly trailing down was what caught his attention, seeing that the light you were tasked to be held still had somehow made its way to his arms–his biceps, if you wanna be specific. Looking up at you to see that you had been spaced out staring at him.
No, not him.
His arms.
At first, he was confused on why you had such a fixation on him, but the voice that stated the obvious followed with the way you bit your lip, only fulled his ego. Taking a step closer to you, watching as you stepped back, your eyes finally peeling away from his arm. Taking another step backwards when you saw that you had been caught. Opening your mouth to try and come up with an excuse, any excuse, but it didn’t come. Instead, your mouth shut as your body covered in goosebumps and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end. The way he was looking at you had you both wanting to hide away but also drop to your knees and do whatever he said.
He took another step, nearly making the two of you flush against each other, but you were swift to keep some type of a distance, knowing that if you were that close there wasn’t any telling what you would do. But the next step took you off guard–you had predicted him to do that, the need to dominate and all. But he steps to the side, blocking off the one path you had.
It wasn’t like you were completely blocked off; if you truly wanted to get away from him, all you needed to do was take a step forward. But the air between you two, the tension, was electrical–more electrical than the actually booming storm outside.
So here you were, on one side a cluttered metal desk to your right, and to you left was a man that you had plenty of wet dreams about. Turning and looking at him, using one of your hands to brace yourself off the corner of the desk. When the stinging pain of the metal giving you a small cut–nothing to bring blood but enough to break skin–was all you needed to be reminded that you were awake.
Trapping you between the very arms that had brought you so much pleasure were now holding you into place. Feeling the way his eyes studied you, burning into you, causing a wave after wave of nervousness to crash into you. Taking a shaky breath, feeling a steady finger drag along your chin, forcing you to look into his burning baby blue eyes.
The light from his phone was now pushed to the edge of the desk. Its beam shot straight up towards the ceiling and created a light grey light in the room.
“Do you get off on my arms?” His tone steady but tinged with a kind of quiet authority, causing the fuzziness in your stomach to grow and your core to grow even wetter than it already had been. “Use your words, darling.”
Pressing your lips together, mustering up whatever form of self you still had to answer, “Have you seen your arms?” Tim smirks and chuckles quietly, allowing his body to relax against your stiff one.
“Do you want me to get you off with my hands?”
It felt like all the wind had been knocked out of you. Had you been struck by lightning and now in heaven? Had you been in a coma and this was just a surreal dream that you’d wake up from? Was this some type of late April Fools Joke? Did you truly care enough though to say no?
Especially when his calloused fingers dragged down from your chin to your neck, feeling them settle on your pulse, smirking a bit wider when he felt it thudding against your chest. Slowly nodding your head repeatedly, with your mouth hung open. “Yeah–I’d like that,”
He kissed you, gripping a hold the side of your neck to keep you in place. One small kiss already had you pooling, feeling like every vein in your body had lava flowing through them. Your head was spinning all from just that one small kiss, a kiss that was fully a tease and a wanting to see you melt under him, which you did.
His hand slithered down from your throat, down your waist and towards your buckle, “You say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll stop.”
Looking up at him, you reach up and wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into you, moving your body to press against his, trapping his hand between the two of you. The two of you started to devour one another, fighting the urge for air as the want for the other was greater.
Your back was now fully against the wall, feeling the small mess of a force that was Tim’s horniness. Keeping his lips on you as his hands made quick work on unbuckling your belt, tossing to the side, followed by quickly unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. One of his hands trailed up, holding the back of your neck, moving it so his thick bicep pressed against your shoulder. Humming with satisfaction as his big, rough hand cupped your clothed pussy. He let out a low groan against your neck, “Surely this can’t all be just from me, sweetheart, you’re soaked.”
If your body wasn’t buzzing with adrenaline, you would be slightly embarrassed from how wet you already were. He hadn’t even touched you, and yet you knew there was a pool in your panties. “I don’t see anyone else who it would be for?”
Tim fingers stroked at the wetness, teasing you with the thought of penetrating through the thin fabric. It felt like he was trying to map out every inch of you, like in a moment you’d be gone and all he had left was the memory of the way you felt. Feeling the smile from his mouth on your neck widen when you let out gasp the moment he reached your throbbing clit.
Your hand instinctively reached for his wrist, rolling forwards as you let out a shaky breath. Well, it was actually more of a breathy moan, but you knew that would only fuel his ego even more. When his hand pressed harder, rubbing tighter circles, with that toothy grin of his was all the answer you needed.
Your nails dragged up his skin, satisfied at the feel of goosebumps and his hair standing upright. This, along with the decent size tent in his pants that was currently poking into your inner thigh, caused you to grow even more wet.
Knowing that this was turning him on just as much as it was you – god, you could just come at the thought of that alone.
His fingers pulled the thin cotton fabric to the side, allowing his fingers to run through your slick. Dragging the pads of them up and down deliberately slowly before parting you. Inhaling sharply through gritted teeth at the sight. Dropping his head by your ear, “Look at you,” He trailed off, slipping one finger slowly, but settled it deep inside. Letting out a deep groan, “Feel better than I could ever have imagined.”
“So you do get off on the thought of me t–fuck,” Another finger joined. Your head rolled back allowing him full access to your neck, which he took, placing a messy sting of sloppy kiss on any piece he could.
Your body arched against his hand, fucking his fingers deeper in you. Tim curled them at just the right angle to touch the spongy part. Setting a steady pace of pulling them out, curling them, before deeply shoving them back inside of you. His thumb circled your clit–rougher now, less teasing. His hand that was by your neck dropped down to the hem of your shirt. Feeling his calloused hand push your shirt up, exposing your boobs and the pushup bra you had worn. Feeling his breath hitch when his hand started to knead the skin, ever so softly.
Clearly, this was a mix of not only seeing your fantasies come to life but his as well.
Pressing a deep kiss to his mouth, moving it to the corners, trying not to let any of your moans out, not needing them to bounce off the walls and let the entire station know what was happening. Letting out a semi-loud moan that was quickly cut off by Tim smashing his lips into yours. “Fuck, as much as I would love to hear those noise, sweetheart, you need to keep quiet.”
Swallowing harshly, licking your raw lips, looking up at him, seeing his blown out pupils, “It’s very–shit–hard when you’re making me feel this good.”
He smirked at your praises, “How about this then,” He dropped his head low enough to reach your chest, giving your sternum a kiss, “You keep quiet-” Another one kiss moving closer to your boob. “-and I’ll let you-” Another kiss now where the top of your bra covers your nipple. “-be as loud as you want.”
Your mind was hazy, and your body was right on the edge of coming. You couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to. He noticed, slowing his pace on both your clit and inside of you, just enough to get your attention back. Standing back upright, bringing his hand up to lightly grab your chin to fully look at him, clearly waiting on your answer. Blinking a few times before nodding your head, "Absolutely,"
His grin was right back. “Good girl,”
Kissing you deeply as he picked the pace back up to where it had been before, swallowing every moan and whimper you had. His hand slowly trailing back to its place on your chest. One of our hands stayed steady on his chest, gripping the fabric and using it as leverage to keep him close. Feeling his heart hammering against your palm, along with the quick rise and fall of his chest. Your other one was dragging your nails from his skin, even in the dim light seeing the faint red marks they left behind, reaching past his rolled up sleeves, all the way to his collar, pulling the fabric to expose the skin under it.
You were close, feeling a low tightening knot in the bottom of your stomach, chasing after the build up, starting to roll your hips into his hand alongside his movements.
Trying to stiffen the build-up high-pitch moans, you attached your lips onto his neck. Just as you were tipping over the edge of pure hot bliss, it became too much so you bit into his soft skin. Tim’s groan was the exact thing you needed to send you over that edge, moaning into his neck, white-knuckling his shirt. Clenching tightly around his fingers before your hips started to jerk. His fingers slowly helped you ride out your high, making sure to keep his free hand around your shoulders.
Coming back to Earth, you fully let your weak body fall back and hit the concrete wall behind you. Waiting for your head to do the same, but it didn’t. Slowly the numb tingling faded, and the soft ringing in your ears cleared you right back to Tim. Smiling blissfully at him, feeling his hands cradle your neck. He let out a breathy laugh, “Thought you passed out on me, honey.”
All you could do was let out a small laugh as well. Pressing a lazy kiss into the crease of his forearm. Looking down and fixing your pants, going to fix your belt but got quickly reminded that he had thrown it. “Did you see where my belt went?”
He glanced around before nodding, “Yup, got it,”
Both of your eyes were pulled up to the ceiling with a loud rumble of thunder.
Using that moment of your distraction to grab your belt, not wanting you to move too much, knowing you were probably still a bit dizzy. “Thanks.” You held out your hand but he shook his head instead reaching down and starting to loop it through the slots. “Tim, I can–” He cut you off with a quick kiss, “I know you can, but let me do something.” You quickly looked at him with raised brows; he had just given you the most intense orgasms you’d had in a while and yet was acting like he hadn’t lifted a single finger. Watching the way each of his veins bulged with each movement of fixing your belt.
And he caught you staring, again, “Really?’
You shrugged, breaking into a wider smile, “What? I’m a simple girl.”
The sound of the door settling brought back the reminder that the two of you were still locked inside. And that’s when an idea popped into your mind.
You took a step forward. Tim kept a hand around your waist after seeing you sway slightly. Looking over the desk, shining the light at where the tin can full of random shit was. Smiling at the sparkling piece of metal, grabbing it and quickly showing it to Tim, “You still have your pocket knife?”
He slowly pulled it out of his pocket, waiting for you to reach for it before pulling it back. “You knew you could pick the lock and yet still let me slam myself up against the door?”
You shrugged, “It was kinda funny to see you try to break down a reinforced steel door.” You replied before reaching up and kissing him before taking the knife from his hand, “But basically yeah!”
Turning on your heel and quickly crouching down. Handing off the flashlight to Tim, taking the thinnest part of the letter opener and shoving it into the keyhole. Using the tip of the knife to try and set the pins in the lock, but the blade was too big. Closing it and handing it back to Tim before finding a paperclip off the desk and unfolding it. “Where did you learn this?”
You shoved the unfolded paperclip in, replying to him while you tried to set the three lock pins into place. “I used to break into my parent’s liquor cabinet…and the city pool…and the highschool.” When they all were into place, you pulled the thing metal out and gave the letter opener a turn, unlocking the door. Turning and facing him, “I didn’t steal anything, besides the liquor, I just wanted to see what they looked like at night.”
He slowly walked up to you, placing his hands on either side of your face, shaking his head, “How are you still full of surprises?” He reached down and kissed you, this time with passion and care, not the hunger and need like before. “Why don’t we finish the page we do and then go back to my place?”
You looked up at him as you felt your face flush, knowing that he actually wanted to see you again made you feel all warm and fuzzy. “Yeah, yeah that sounds like a plan.”
Tim watched you turn around and slowly started to leave the room. His eyes looking over your body before his brows quickly frowned. The bottom of your shirt was still completely messed up. It wasn’t tucked in, and sat a bit askew on your body. With wide eyes he quickly chased after you. “Fix your shirt.”
