Hot Winters (English)

Trainingssession (Tim Bradford/Reader) - SMUT

Warning: Locker Room Sex

Y/N entered the training room alongside her colleague Tim Bradford, and the tension between them was palpable. Every glance, every step was charged with a mix of mutual respect and undeniable sexual desire. It was forbidden, given his rank as her sergeant and the fact that he had been her training officer. But Y/N knew that if she wasn’t under him in the chain of command, she’d definitely be under him in bed, moaning his name. She forced the thought aside as Tim fixed her with an intense look while slowly putting on his training gloves. She felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze. His eyes revealed both determination and desire, and Y/N could feel her heart beat faster.

As they stood opposite each other, they felt the energy crackling between them as they prepared to test their skills. Every touch, every contact was electrifying, and Y/N could see the desire in Tim’s eyes as he stepped closer.

They began with slow, controlled movements, but soon the intensity of the training increased. Every punch, every block was not just an act of defense but also a manifestation of their attraction to each other.

As they sparred, they felt the heat between their bodies, and the desire grew with each passing second. Although they focused on the training, they couldn’t ignore the smoldering sexual tension between them.
She took a deep breath as he suddenly grabbed her, pulling her back against his chest. The proximity and his scent were electrifying, his grip firm. Y/N bit her lower lip and pressed her body against him, her buttocks lightly brushing against his pelvis, eliciting a quiet gasp. She could feel his growing arousal and felt herself becoming wetter. His grip loosened as he bent down, his lips grazing her neck. Y/N seized the moment to throw him to the ground.

“I think I’m winning,” she said with a slight grin, seeing the astonished look on his face. She turned and bit her lip as she felt his gaze on her while she walked to the locker rooms.

In the locker rooms, the tension between Y/N and Tim was almost tangible. The charged atmosphere that had built during their training now reached its peak as they found themselves alone in the room.

Y/N leaned against the wall, her eyes tracking Tim’s every move as he slowly approached. His gaze was intense, penetrating, and she could read the desire that broke through his usually composed facade. A hint of vulnerability lay in his eyes, and Y/N’s heart raced.

Tim approached until he was right in front of her. “Y/N...,” he began softly, his voice filled with unspoken words.

She interrupted him with a longing sigh, pulling him into a passionate kiss that made the world around them fade away.

As they finally pulled apart, Tim whispered, “We shouldn’t do this... It’s not right.”

Y/N sighed, gently stroking his cheek. “I know... but I can’t help it.”

Tim hesitated for a moment before pulling her tightly against him. “I can’t resist,” he confessed quietly before pressing his lips to hers again in a desperate attempt to suppress the burgeoning passion.

“We should stop...,” Tim whispered between fervent kisses, but his words were lost in the heat of the moment.

Y/N pressed closer to him, her breath heavy and irregular. “I can’t,” she breathed, falling back into his embrace, ready to be swept away by the passion that held them both captive.

As they disentangled, they began to slowly and deliberately undress each other. Every button, every zipper was undone with trembling fingers, their desire continuing to ignite.

Tim’s hands slid over Y/N’s bare skin, his touch electrifying and full of longing. Y/N moaned softly as his warm lips met her exposed skin, her breath growing heavier with each passing second.