#mid wilshire

[matthewgrantanson]

Thriving, Los Angeles -- June 11th, 2022

[davetada]

Looking over LACMA

Los Angeles, CA

[damn-these-eyes]

trader joe’s

[dylanconrique]

dreamt that s6 premiered last night and that tim proposed to lucy, and while as far-fetched as it is to get a chenford proposal of all things straight out the gate, i must admit tim bradford circling back to the spot where he first asked out lucy in front of the precinct to pop the big question is so incredibly genius of my brain to come up with during my deep slumber, therefore i have to add it to my never ending list of wips.

[angelbutterfly-writes]

Random thought:

What if this season's True Crime episode centers around Rosalind Dyer, her murders, and her allies / prodigies?

Tim's fierce protector mode will be activated to the max, and he won't even try to hide it now that they're together. Imagine "You don't have to do this." "I do."

And imagine how their interview would look like.

I think they'd start with a reasonable distance between them, but as the interview goes on, and each time she gets upset, he'll either pull her closer or scooch closer to her just to comfort her...

And everyone else will just be watching Lucy, trying to see if she's ok while glaring at the producers for making them do this.

~~It'd be a fun episode.

[ericpoptone]

California Fool's Gold -- Exploring Miracle Mile

[fluentmoviequoter]

We've Got a Problem

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!fiancée!reader

Summary: When you get arrested on Tim's day off, you have to call someone to get you out of jail. Tim doesn't answer when you call, but when he finds out what happened, he makes it a bigger problem.

Warnings: grumpy!Tim, fluff, mentions of homicide and drug trafficking; reader doesn't commit any crimes, so misunderstanding?

Word Count: 1.1k+ words

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You can't decide what's funnier: that you are in police custody, that the arresting officers refused to believe that you are Tim Bradford's significant other, or that Tim isn't answering his phone.

When you switch tactics to call Wesley Evers instead of Tim, you decide that the last option is the funniest part of this ordeal.

"Hey," Wesley answers.

"This isn't a personal call," you begin with a chuckle. "Would you believe me if I said I'm currently being detained at LAPD Mid-Wilshire division on suspicion of a triple homicide and drug possession?"

"I really hope for Tim's sake you're joking."

"I'm not. I need a lawyer, Wesley. But I also need to ask you to find Tim to get me out. No one here will believe that he's my fiancé and he's not answering my calls."

"Can't imagine why they're so sure he's single. I'll get him down there and ask for the evidence. We'll get this thrown out, don't worry."

"I'll stop worrying when I'm out of here. Thank you, Wesley."

“Don’t hang up, I’m patching Tim in.”

“What do you want, Wesley?” Tim asks when the line connects.

“I want to know why you answer for him but not for me,” you interject.

Tim says your name before asking, “Where are you?”

“Jail,” you and Wesley answer together.

“What? Which station?”

“That’s your question?” Wesley replies. "Not what she did?"

“Your station,” you answer. “And I’d like to go home.”

“I’m on my way. Wesley, talk to me.”

“They’ve got her on suspicion of homicide and drug trafficking. Angela sent me part of the case file and it seems like you fit the physical description of the suspect, but that’s it. I have no doubt we can get this thrown out by the end of the day.”

“Tim, I’m sorry,” you offer. “I know it’s your day off.”

“At least it’s a good story,” he grumbles.

“Tim, I may have told a few cops that I’m your fiancée. They didn’t believe me, but I- I’m sorry for telling them.”

“Fantastic. I’m hanging up, I’ll be inside in a minute.”

“How mad is he really?” Wesley asks.

“I don’t think I want to know. Maybe I should’ve just asked you to come.”

“Good luck.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim yells your name when he walks into the holding area. He looks at you as you stand, walking to the cell door as another officer unlocks it.

“I’m really sorry,” you whisper as you step out.

“Later,” Tim answers, gesturing for you to follow him.

You walk behind Tim and the officer, waiting by Tim’s side as he completes paperwork.

“And what’s your relationship?” the officer behind the desk asks.

“I’m her fiancé,” Tim answers.

The officer raises his eyebrows but nods as he slides a paper to Tim. Tim carries the paper in one hand, raising his other arm to direct you into a nearby office.

“Sergeant Grey, a word?” Tim asks.

“Sure. Who’s your friend?”

You say your name, shaking Sergeant Grey’s hand.

“My fiancée. Celina and Nolan just booked her on suspicion for Lopez’s case.”

Sergeant Grey presses his lips together but fails to hide his smile as he begins laughing, leaning backward while he wipes an amused tear from his eye.

“Let me guess, you told them that you’re with Bradford and they didn’t believe you.”

“Uh, exactly,” you answer, surprised at how quickly he determined what happened.

“I’ll talk to Nolan,” Grey promises.

“I can do it,” Tim responds.

“No, Bradford, I’ll handle it. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not, or I’ll intervene.”

“I’m sorry,” Grey tells you. “The charges won’t be filed, so you’re not going to be impacted other than the inconvenience this afternoon. I apologize on behalf of the entire department.”

“It’s not a problem,” you answer softly.

“It is a problem,” Tim says before exiting the office. “Nolan!”

“Tim,” you call, rushing out after him. “What’re you doing? They didn’t even believe me about you.”

“Not the biggest problem. Nolan!”

“Uh, yes?” Nolan asks, glancing over Tim’s shoulder at you.

“You arrested my fiancée on a completely baseless allegation. Because she looks a bit like a suspect in a huge case. That is not good police work, that’s being lazy and making connections where there are none.”

“I-“

“Unless you’re about to apologize, stop talking. Care to explain why you heard my name and didn’t do anything?”

“She claimed to be your fiancée. What was I supposed to do, just believe who I thought was a suspect in numerous felony cases?”

“Doesn’t sound like an apology.”

“What are you so mad about? I did my job.”

“You did what you think your job is. As a TO, it is on you to make sure Celina is prepared to do her job without you. Bringing people in because they fit what is possibly the most generic physical description ever is not being a good officer.”

“This doesn’t sound like letting me handle it,” Grey says, stepping out of his office.

Tim clenches his jaw before pointing at Nolan. “For the record, she is my fiancée and I will not forget this.”

“You have a fiancée?” Nyla asks as she stops in the middle of the bullpen. “Wait, are you the one who got brought in for Angela’s felonies? The one who called Wesley?”

“Yeah,” you answer, supplying your name as you introduce yourself.

“Oh, this story needs to be told.”

“Don’t,” Tim warns.

Nyla pulls her phone from her pocket, smiling as she types. “Too late.”

“So much for my day off,” Tim grumbles.

“I got arrested today, and you had a long day?” you ask.

“We’re leaving.”

Tim leads you to his truck, sighing as he sits back in the driver’s seat.

“Tim-“

“Don’t apologize again. I’m not mad at you, for anything. Just… this is so stupid,” Tim concludes, smiling as he laughs.

“You’re telling me. Although Nolan and Juarez got a good laugh out of the idea of you having a fiancée.”

“I don’t think that’s funny,” Tim responds. “I think I just got very lucky.”

You smile, leaning across the console to kiss Tim.

“Excuse me, you’re parked in a tow-away zone. Tim?” an officer asks through the open window. She gasps before asking, “Is this your fiancèe?”

“Bye, Chen.”

Tim pulls out before she can say anything else, and you laugh at his dramatic sigh.

“Can you stay out of trouble for the rest of my day off?” he asks.

“I may need some incentive.”

“Then spend it with me. Not calling Wesley Evers from a jail cell.”

“Deal.”

You take Tim’s hand and smile. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles, keeping you close as he drives to his house.

"Wait, we should take a picture," Tim says after parking in his driveway.

"For what?"

"To commemorate your first arrest."

You roll your eyes but smile anyway. Tim takes the picture, and when he looks down to see how it turned out, you cup his face in your hands and kiss him. While he's thoroughly distracted, you try to grab his phone, but he moves it before pulling you closer. Maybe getting arrested and letting Tim's coworkers know he's engaged wasn't all bad.

[xxchumanixx]

Okay, Tim Bradford x reader, but the reader is a police captain and becomes the captain of the mid-wilshire division after Zoë and that one dude. They are married, and the reader is expecting?

It's Captain, baby

Tim Bradford x wife!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Tim being a little grumpy Word count: 879 Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I hope you like it. It was very fun to write and I really like the idea!

Enjoy!

It was meant as a surprise - really.

He knew you wanted to become a captain one day, so when the LAPD asked if you wanted to become the captain of mid wilshire, you instantly said yes.

That you'd be the captain of your own husband, slipped your mind in said moment, though.

You decided not to tell him 'for now', pushing the matter further and further away, until there was no further anymore - until the day you were supposed to start as captain.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea, risking that he'd have a heart attack or get mad, when he saw you - especially considering that you were six months pregnant, and your new position meant stress and pressure - something you weren't supposed to have until in at least about three months, when you were in labor.

Biting your lip and rocking on your heels, you nervously waited for Sergeant Grey to announce you.

The moment he'd say your name, Tim would find out - and he wouldn't like that you refrained from telling him beforehand.

But he was a professional - he wouldn't let you see any emotion on his face during roll call - no, he would tell you how he felt in detail afterwards, giving you an even more guilty conscience.

"And now, I'm happy to introduce our new captain: Y/N Bradford! Please give her a warm welcome." Grey announced, causing your heart to miss a beat, as your hands doubled their sweating.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the room, trying to avoid Tim's face - which, despite your supposition, showed the slightest bit of shock and anger - as you made your way to the pult.

Forcing yourself to smile at the numerous people applauding you, you braced yourself for the speech you had prepared.

"Hello, for those who don't know me yet, my name's Y/N Bradford - yes, I'm sergeant Bradford's wife, and yes, I am pregnant." you started nervously.

A fit of quiet laughter echoed through the crowd, lifting some of the weight off your shoulders.

"I'm proud to call myself captain of the mid Wilshire department." you continued, nodding slightly. "I started here as a rookie, thinking that I knew everything and could do everything. But I didn't - which is an important thing to realize. We're all here for one goal: the safety of our city."

Your eyes briefly found Tim's, his jaw clenched. He looked straight back at you, not even blinking.

"But that means, that we have to learn a lot, especially about ourselves. I know how hard you work for this goal, and I know what it takes to do so. I once was where you are now, and I will have your backs, no matter what. If there's something you wanna talk about - let me know. I'm here to support you, and it's an honor to be your captain. That's it."

They applauded again, causing your cheeks to turn pinkish. Your heart beat fastened in your chest, hands trembling a little, as you smiled at them.

They were your people now, they counted on you, and you'd do everything in your power, to never let them down.

When the room cleared, Tim was the only one still sitting with his arms crossed over his chest.

He was clearly angry.

Taking a shaky breath, you walked over to him, preparing yourself for his speech.

He stayed silent for a couple more moments, just staring at you, before he stood, hands on the table as he leaned towards you.

"Did you even plan to tell me at all?" he wanted to know, brows furrowed. It took all his might not to get too loud, trying to look calmer than he was as well.

His colleagues didn't need to know that he was angry - fuming even.

"Did you think about our baby? What if it's too dangerous - not to mention the stress! Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"I did want to tell you." you stated, biting your lip. "But I didn't know how to. I wanted to surprise you, but I pushed it further and further away. I thought it all through, and I'm gonna take it slow - no harm for the baby. Imagine my surprise when they asked me to become their captain - me of all people!"

He bit his lip as well, the corners of his mouth twitching treacherously. At least he wouldn't stay angry at you for long.

"Are you happy?" he wanted to know, glancing at your belly. It was getting harder each day to find something that covered it up at least a little.

Nodding, you pressed out a dry laugh. "I am, but I'm scared as shit." you admitted, causing the crinkles around his eyes to deepen.

"I mean, I wanted to become a captain for so long, but - how to captain? How does this work? It's like my mind suddenly just went blank."

He chuckled, keeping himself from kissing you in front of the curious eyes watching you - didn't they have any work to do?

"I'm glad you like it, baby." he said honestly, his lips wide in a proud smile, as you huffed, cocking a brow.

"It's Captain, baby."

[thesedarkcafedays]

Mid-Wilshire’s Finest

[chiefdirector]

Rain | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Los Angeles, amongst many things, was famous for its almost constant warm, sunny weather. On average, only 34 days a year are met with any form of rainfall, and most of the time it is in the cooler parts of the year. So a sudden downpour was the last thing Detective (L/N) expected to deal with.

She remained where she stood by the door, watching as the Heaven's opened and the water pour. Trying to find the motivation, she moved for the door before stopping herself. As a new transfer to the Mid-Wilshire division, she didn't want to show any weakness to her new colleagues but there was nothing she hated more than rain; it was why she had moved to Los Angeles in the first place.

Taking a breath of confidence, she grabbed the file in her hand, placing it on top of her head as she reached for the door handle again.

"What are you doing?" A gruff voice sounded from behind her.

Quickly, she lowered the file and turned to see who had spoke. It was one of the Patrol Sergeants, the one she hadn't yet learnt the name of.

"Its wet..." She weakly defended, recognising the look of judgement in his eyes. "And I don't want to be."

Silently, he just quirked an eyebrow at her before taking a moment to consider his next move. He bit back the impulse to roll his eye and moved towards the door, revealing the umbrella he held behind him.

"You coming?" He asked, tone somewhat softer this time, not that the detective fully trusted it anyways. "I'm not going to wait all day."

"Wait? For who; me?"

The time he did roll his eyes. "Yes. You. You don't want to get wet, this umbrella is big enough for two. You coming?"

The detective nodded as she dashed to his side, shielding her hair as he raised the brolly. She waited to speak, trying to guage the Sargent's mood before deciding he had been nice enough so far "I'm (Y/N), by the way."

"Tim, but it's nice to meet you."

The pair stopped by (Y/N)'s shop. The detective decided not to question how Tim knew which car was hers, instead thanking him for the trip as she got into the drivers seat.

"Thank you again. Is there anything I can do in return?"

"Let me buy you a coffee sometime." Tim smiled, turning away before she could respond.

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@rookietrek @kmc1989 @augustvandyne

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[matthewgrantanson]

True Grit, Los Angeles -- January 16th, 2023

Etsy

[facts-i-just-made-up]

The Hollywood Writer Strike: Demands

The WGA has officially gone on strike, freezing Hollywood’s ability to make anything but rebooted old game shows, sleazy reality shows, and Star Trek Lower Decks. Here is a list of the guild’s demands to return to work:

Writers must be paid in actual money, and not solely in movie ticket discount coupons to their own films.

If a studio AI duplicates the entirety of a writer’s unmade script, that writer can no longer be sued by the studio for copyright infringement on the AI script, should their real script ever be made.

Writers must be credited for their work even if producers think their name will look funny in the credits, in accordance with the proposed "Eszterhas Law."

Writers must be entitled to eat and drink at any time, and not only on completion of page quotas. They must also gain the right to drink filtered water, not just tap or ditch water.

Hazing in writers rooms must no longer allow for any acts that may render the writer permanently unable to write.

Actors may no longer hunt writers for sport, even during awards season.

Studios must not force writers to type or print material in their own blood (known in the industry as "Verhoeven Calligraphy").

Writers working on deferred payment can no longer be starved, beaten, dismembered, or boiled to death in their own mothers’ milk just for a producer’s amusement. The producer must now have an actual reason.

Studio executives may not punish writers with electrical or flame based torture, nor keelhauling, sleep deprivation in excess of one year, acts in violation of Geneva conventions, killing of their firstborn children, or forcing them to work with J.J. Abrams. All these techniques are strictly reserved for visual effects personnel, may God have mercy on their souls.

As per Hollywood tradition, the WGA will hold out for long enough to cull all but the ten most popular writers, who will then set out to begin anew in a distant land (Mid-Wilshire) and reforge the Hollywood system as its executives, who will then hire and abuse new writers, beginning the cycle again.

[tim-lucy]

Chenford’s relationship evolution throughout the Mid-Wilshire crime documentaries

[dylanconrique]

we're really going to get tim encouraging lucy to take her promotion and move to sacramento, but internally he's going to beg her not to go. and we're going to get a parallel of lucy turning down the job, not only for tim, but because mid-wilshire is her home, and the people there feel more like a family than anything she's ever had before, and i am going to be sobbing.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, crime, betting

“Tim!” I called as I ran down the hallway. “Tim! Wait up!” Tim paused and turned to look at me as I slowed down before I crashed into him.

“what’s up?” He asked as he put a hand out to steady me. “Something wrong?” I shook my head as I took a deep breath.

”grey wants me to ride with you today.” I explained. “Something about testing under pressure.” I smiled at him.

“grey…” Tim muttered as he ran a hand down his face. “Alright come on.” He handed me his bag and headed off in the direction of motor pool. I trailed behind him and checked out the shop while he put everything in back.

“so you want to tell me what this is about?” I asked once we’d rolled out. “Grey seemed to be holding back laughter when he told me what was going on.”

“Grey has a bet with Harper and lopez. At least that’s what Angela told me. That we wouldn’t be able to work together under pressure. So expect the worst of the worst calls today.” Tim sighed. I nodded and looked out the window. "I can't believe they pulled you into this."

"From what I've heard, it sounds like a standard practice when two cops start dating from the same department." I offered. "We don't outrank each other or anything so they just make sure we can still do our jobs. Apparently."

"Doesn't mean that I have to like it." Tim shot back. I nodded.

"Oh I know." I agreed. "And the fact that there's a betting pool on all this also pisses me off." Tim nodded as the radio went off.

"7-Adam-19, robbery in progress. Corner of South Spring Street and West 5th Street." The dispatcher came over the radio. Tim sighed as he picked up the receiver.

"7-Adam-19, show us responding." He said as I turned on the siren and we took off.

"Who would want to rob a book store?" I mumbled as Tim picked up speed.

"A book store?" He asked, glancing over at me. I nodded.

"Yeah. That's where the last bookstore is." I said. "Either they are dumb as fuck or they got their hands on something really expensive."

"I'm going with dumb as fuck." Tim said as we pulled up. The robber ran right in front of the shop and I took off out the door before Tim had even put it in park. The door slammed shut behind me as I tackled the robber. Tim slowed to a stop next to me as I handcuffed the guy and read him his rights. "All this for college textbooks?" Tim said as he picked up the books that had fallen in the tackle.

"I mean they're expensive for sure." I said with a shrug. "But there are other ways to get them."

"Not when the college wants double." The robber mumbled.

"My man," I said with a pat on his shoulder as I lead him to the shop. "Amazon is your friend. Buy it used. A million times cheaper." The robber sighed as I helped him into the back seat. "One down." I said as Tim closed the door.

"A million more to go." He finished. We got back into the shop and drove back to Mid-Wilshire. Throughout the day, we continued to take the roughest calls. Thankfully none of them ended in a shoot out. "And that is end of shift." Tim sighed as he pulled the shop back into motor pool.

"Shall we go see how those odds ended up?" I asked as I stretched once I got out of the shop. Tim nodded, reaching out for my hand. I took it happily before we went to find the two detectives. "Alright. So how'd we do?" Angela and Nyla both applauded us as we walked over.

"What?" Tim asked.

"Thanks to you two, we just got a bonus and Super Bowl Sunday off." Angela said with a smile as Nyla patted Tim on the back.

"Wait you both bet we would handle it?" I asked, looking between the two. "Fuck."

"Of course." Nyla said.

"Who would bet against the two of you?" Angela said with a smile. "I mean aside from Grey but he doesn't spend as much time around you guys as we do."

"The two of you are powerhouses on your own. It only makes sense that you would dominate when you work together." Nyla said with a shrug.

"Then I expect part of that cash." Tim said, smirked over at the two. "And getting Super Bowl Sunday off. Especially if the Rams play." Angela and Nyla nodded as Tim nodded with a smile.

"I swear..." I laughed. "This department." Tim wrapped his arm around me and I leaned into his side. "How do we ever get anything done?" Everyone laughed as Tim looked over at me. He leaned down and kissed me softly.

"How do we?" He asked quietly.

[blossomingmoonlight]

Not so innocent

@sm-tlov-r I hope you like it!

John Nolan x fem!virgin!reader

Summary: Reader is John's rookie and is tired of having the flirtations so she comes over to his newly renovated house to get a "tour".

Warnings: NSWF, mdni, making out, fingering, handjob, oral, vaginal, age gap, virgin reader

Word count: 2499

After your long shift at Mid-Wilshire you came home quite worked up. Why? Because a certain hot T.O had you all heated up. Everytime he looked at you or touched you innocently, it made heat pool in your belly. Not to mention he seemed to flirt with you, you thought it was your imagination but every single compliment felt like he was trying to tell you something. You wanted him so badly, every day was torture. But of course it’s not allowed to be in a relationship with your superior and the fact that there was quite the age gap but that made it even more tempting. So why were you after your shower in a cute dress that showed off your cleavage, your favorite perfume applied, a cute makeup look and hair all done, sexiest lingerie on, driving in your car to a certain John Nolan's house? You didn’t want to think about it, all you could think about is him, his touch, his cologne, his hands and his eyes, all so magnetic. 

What were you even going to say to him? ‘Hey officer Nolan would you mind fucking me?’ No, that's just insane…or is it? You weren’t sure what you were going to say to him, all you knew is that you had a plan. A plan to finally be in his sheets. Even though you’ve never had sex before, it never left your mind around John. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you came near his house. He had offered you to see his new renovated place before but you were busy, so this was the perfect excuse. You parked your car behind his truck in the driveway and got out to walk to his door. With a deep breath you knocked.

John opened the door and smiled when he saw you. “(Y/n) what a surprise! Would you like to come in?” He greeted you in his usual cheery voice. “Hi John! I hope it’s not a bad time but I thought I would check out your new place, I finally had the time tonight.” You smiled as you walked past him to go inside. “Well that’s great. Let me give you a tour.” He smiled now taking you around the house to tell you all about what he had changed, how he came up with the furnishing plan, how many times he hung up the mirror you just walked past and of course the room you were interested in, the bedroom. “Wow John you have really outdone yourself, the place is amazing. It’s crazy how similar our tastes are when it comes to interior design.” You smiled while feeling the fabric of his sheets.

He looked you up and down when you looked away, secretly checking you out. “So do you still live alone here?” You decided to ‘casually’ ask. “Yes I do but Ben sometimes visits as well as some of our coworkers so there’s plenty of people around.” He chuckled. “That’s great, I'm happy for you.” You said while giving him a smile. “Thank you, you’re too kind.” He responded. You didn’t realize it but you two all of a sudden stood closer to each other. “Might I say that that's a beautiful dress (Y/n). Great color on you.” John complimented. And you totally noticed the way he secretly checked you out. “Thank you, you look great as well.” You returned the compliment, hoping this would go further then your usual ‘casual flirtation’. “Really? I’m just wearing sweats and a shirt.” He laughed. “I know but you always look good.” You said, a bit softer, trying to test the waters a bit to see how far you could go.

“Oh really? Well that’s very nice of you.” He said his smile fading a bit as he took a step closer. “Did you do your hair?” He asked while grabbing one of your curls. “Yes I did, do you like it?” You asked softly, looking up in his blue eyes and giving him a smile. “Yea- Yeah it’s…really pretty.” He smiled, letting go of your hair and awkwardly putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. You noticed the way he had a bit of a blush on him and you knew your plan was working, although he did seem to hold himself back, so you decided to give him a little push. 

You placed your hand on his chest. “It’s a really nice shirt you know.” You said, still holding his gaze. “T- Thank you, I uhm…” You started to softly lower your hand a bit stopping at the waistband of his sweatpants. “I got it from uhm…target, I think… or maybe ama- amazon.” He mumbled, you lowered your hand a bit more, right above his already hard dick. “(Y/n) wh- what are you doing?” He said so softly it almost came out as a whisper. “Do you want me to stop?” You asked him. “No.” That was all you needed to massage his clothed erection. He started to moan and put his hands on your hips, pulling you close against his chest. Then you removed your hand from him, bringing it to his cheek instead, pulling him down a bit so you could finally put your lips on his. 

He kissed you back passionately and gripped your hips harder. You moved your arms around his neck. Then he moved his hands on your ass instead, gripping you tightly against his hard on, moving you against him. You moaned against his lips allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth, as his tongue touched yours you gripped his hair making him groan in your mouth. The wetness in your underwear now really starts to pool. You gripped his shirt and removed your lips from his for a moment to pull it off of him. Throwing the shirt on the ground you looked at his hot dad bod, it was exactly how you imagined it, a bit of a belly but still very muscled with a bit of hair, just way too fucking hot.

He started to pull on your dress as well, so you pulled it off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground, showing off your lace lingerie that made your nipples peek through. He sucked in a breath of air at the sight. “You are so beautiful.” He breathed out. “You are quite handsome yourself.” You smiled. He kissed you again carefully moving you over to the bed. When you lied down he pulled down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers and my god from the looks of his bulge alone, he was very gifted. He climbed on top of you and you continued your heated make out session, you scraped your nails on his back as you had read in books before which gave you a positive reaction. “John…will you take my virginity?” You asked him when breaking the kiss. He looked at you with widened eyes. “You- you’re a virgin? I- I mean not that that's wrong but do you really want me to take your virginity?” He asked you, almost shocked at your words, in his fantasies he wanted to be your first badly but never had he imagined it actually happening, he always assumed that someone in their twenties and a beautiful girl like you would’ve surely had sex already but he was glad he was wrong. “Yes, please.” You plead looking at him while softly stroking his handsome face.

“Fuck- okay, yes.” He cussed, something you never imagined he would do but you made him. Which was even better. He kissed you again and moved his hands over your shoulders to let the straps of your bra fall, the soft thin lace covering your breasts, falling with it. He started kneading them while starting to kiss your neck, sucking and licking the skin, which was sure to leave marks but that was a problem for tomorrow. You gasped at his actions and moaned when he took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. His other hand slid down your stomach and to your hips, pulling at the band of your lace thong to pull it off, revealing your bare glistening pussy to him. Removing his mouth from your nipple he moved back to your neck. “This all for me sweetheart?” He cooed in your ear. “Yes John- it’s all for you- only for you.” You moaned, you were so worked up you couldn’t wait for him to finally pleasure you like you fantasized every night.

As if he read your thoughts he slid his hand down to your bare pussy and let his fingers go over your wet slit, earning a whine from you. “Fuck you just can’t help it can you, so hot for your training officer, aren’t you baby?” He whispered, clearly very worked up himself, getting familiar with what you liked to hear. “Yes, please, just, I really can’t help it. You just have to be so fucking hot all the time. Especially in your uniform.” You grinned, eyes closed at the thought. “Oh really, maybe I should fuck you in uniform next time.” He said almost with a growl. He was obviously very hard for you and he wanted to please you so badly, making your first time perfect. He moved his two fingers over your clit, stimulating it with pressure. It felt so good it made you grip the sheets below you, holding your breath and closing your eyes. He moved his fingers faster the more your moans and pleas increased. And with his praises in your ear, kisses against your neck and fingers moving faster on your clit you came hard. Gasping for air and back arched you almost blanked out from overstimulation as he kept touching you, wanting to make sure every second of your orgasm was lasting as long as possible. His hard on was now getting painful, pre cum staining his boxers at the tip. But he wasn’t done yet. 

He moved his head lower, hovering over your dripping cunt he licked a stripe up your slit, making you whimper from pleasure. The sensitivity making it even more intense. Then he moved his middle finger inside while still adding more pleasure with his tongue, wanting to fully prepare you for his cock later. His tongue moving over your clit fast and his finger hitting that perfect spot inside you made you see stars as you gasped for air and screamed his name, while John now getting so horny he couldn’t help but move his erection on the mattress, needing a form of release of his build up tension. And after only ten more seconds of him fingering you and tongue fucking you, you came for the second time. Now a sheen layer of sweat on your skin, the sheets were now messed up by your grip and the area below you soaked with your juices, you only hoped John wouldn’t mind. 

when you came down from your high you looked at John who just stopped moving against the mattress. “Please, let me make you feel good now.” You sighed, still hazy from your own release. “I’m not saying no to that.” He smiled, he sat down next to you up against the headboard while you sat up too. You moved your hands over his clothed hard on and started massaging him. “Please sweetheart, enough teasing, I just need to feel you.” He groaned, so desperate for your touch. You immediately obliged and pulled down his boxers to reveal his aching, leaking cock. You licked your lips and moved your hand up and down over his soft, veiny dick, starting a soft pace to jerk him off. After he started to moan louder and louder you decided to lick his tip, he groaned loudly at this, and you now wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. Moving up and down while hollowing your cheeks, you moved your hand to jerk off what couldn’t fit in your mouth. After about 2 minutes he stopped you. “Baby stop, I don't want to cum already.” He said while his hand moved your head away from his cock and back to his mouth so he could give you a kiss. 

“Lay down for me.” You did as you were told and layed down next to him so he could move on top of you. “Are you still sure of this?” He asked you softly, he didn’t want you to have regrets. “Oh very, and I’m on birth control so maybe…you could fuck me raw?” You smiled innocently. “Fuck… yes- yes that’s sounds so good.” He muttered, he now gripped the base of his cock and slowly rubbed his tip over your wet slit. You moaned at the movements and grabbed his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. While kissing you he moved his aching cock inside you and slipped in with ease due to your wetness. He moaned in your mouth at the feel of your tight cunt stretched around him and he wasn’t even fully inside you yet. Moving his tip slowly in and out of you, he got you used to the feeling and gave him the go ahead to fully fuck you. When he bottomed out, you both let out a loud moan at the feeling. He couldn’t help but start rutting against you, moving his lips to your neck to kiss you.  You whined at the feeling, for weeks now all you could think about was this moment and finally he was fucking you. You moved your hands from his neck to his back and scratched it again with your nails making him groan against your neck, now he was pounding into you even harder, getting you both close to your release you so desperately craved. With each thrust he hit that spongy spot inside you that made you scream his name. But when he moved his fingers between you to rub your clit, you came for him, clenching your walls around his dick. He let out a loud moan at this and he filled you with his release, making it drip out of your abused hole. After some time he pulled out his softening dick and gave you a lazy smile. You smiled back at him and as he laid down next to you, you cuddled against him. “That was amazing John, like really really good. I don’t think someone has ever made me feel that way.” You murmured, moving your hand over his chest. “Well I’m glad I was your first time and I hope I didn’t disappoint.” He said before he softly kissed your hair. “It was perfect, just amazing.” You smiled. “But I will have to take you out on a proper date this upcoming weekend.” He suggested. “I would love to.” You agreed. And after that you comfortably slept in his arms, finally your fantasies were fulfilled.