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The Kind of Girl You Take Home - Part 3

➪the one where bradley can’t get enough of you after making things official.

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, pda, swearing, fingering, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, pain kink, sex tape (kinda), dirty talk to the max, small breeding kink, age gap, bradley is even more whipped for you, here is a part 3 no one asked for mwah

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“It’s not too late to turn back around and apologize for ditching them later, you know,” Bradley said as he parked the Bronco in the beach parking lot. “I’m sure they won’t miss us if we were to leave right now.”

You roll your eyes and unbuckle your seatbelt. “Not a chance,” you reply and lean over the center console so you can grip his shoulders. “You’re leaving for two months soon, everyone wants to see you before your deployment.”

Bradley sighed but quickly lightened up when you leaned further in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. When you pulled away far too soon for his liking, he placed his hands on either side of your face and guided you back into another, much longer kiss. He groaned as he deepened it, one hand sliding down to grip your waist through your thin tank top. “Come on, baby, let’s just go home,” he nearly begged and you laughed as you pulled away from him.

“No, Bradley,” you say and place your palm flat against his mouth when he tries to kiss you again. “A few hours with your friends won’t kill you, then after that we’ll leave.”

“We’ll stay for two hours, max,” he told you as he opened the door and took your hand in his when you met him around the front of the Bronco. “Then I’m taking you home.”

“Bradley,” you warned as he led you down towards the sand.

“What? We’ll see them later at the Hard Deck, anyway,” he waved off your eye roll as he pulled you along with him. “They don’t need to take away any more of my alone time with you today.”

You shake your head and hold back a smile as you finally make it down to the beach. As soon as your feet touched the sand you were lifted off the ground and spun around. Your hand slipped from Bradley’s and you grip Jake’s shoulders as he embraces you, laughing as he wraps his arms around your middle. “Hey, sweetheart,” he grinned up at you. “Missed you.”

He sets you down and winks up at your boyfriend when Bradley gives him an unimpressed look. “You saw me a few days ago,” you pointed out and Jake just shrugged.

“I used to see you a lot more than that,” he responded as he backed away from you. “I can’t believe Rooster stole you from me twice now.”

“Seresin,” Bradley muttered as he pulled you back into his side.

“Bradshaw,” the blond said back before grinning at you again and walking towards the group of aviators that were further down the beach.

The two men still weren’t on the best terms after the quick bar brawl that occurred at the Hard Deck a mere three months ago. Sure, they spoke to each other while at work, but outside of work they avoided each other even more than before. They were somewhat friends back when Jake introduced you to Bradley, and had grown a bit close during the five months you two were unofficially together, but after Bradley fucked it up with you, Jake had completely shut down any chance of a proper friendship forming between the two of them.

It was unfortunate, as you and Jake are very close and now it was no secret that you and Bradley were head over heels for each other. Bradley wanted to try and mend the broken friendship between him and Jake just for you to be reassured that the two most important men in your life weren’t at each other’s throats whenever you aren’t around, but Jake never gave him the time of day.

Three months of that and it really pissed Bradley off, enough to the point where he stopped trying and now just accepted that the brief encounters he had with the other aviator at work and at the Hard Deck would be all that would happen between them.

“Fucking Hangman,” he muttered as he glared at Jake’s retreating form through his aviators. He was dreading this next deployment, simply because Jake will be there with him, and because he’ll be away from you.

“Hey,” you scold as you deliver a gentle nudge to his ribs with your elbow. He caught it in his hand and pulled your body back to his, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. Your words die on your tongue when he tugs you forward until your chest is pressed right up against his and your hands slide upwards to grip his biceps.

“God, I wanna take you home so badly right now,” he mumbled against your mouth before kissing you again.

“Hey, Rooster! Give the poor girl a break, man, and get over here. We’re just about to start another round of dogfight football,” Fanboy called out from his spot near the water.

You pull away with a teasing smirk, patting him on his chest as you back away. “Ooh, sounds fun,”

Bradley’s hands fall from their place on your hips and he bites down on his lip as you walk towards where Nat is sitting. He watches as you bend down and place your towel next to hers, not even giving him a second glance as you fall into a conversation with her.

“Bradshaw, let’s go, man, she’ll still be there after the game,” Payback yells over the chatter of the group.

Both you and Nat smirk at Bradley and he curses under his breath as he pulls off his white tee and tosses it at you. You catch it with a surprised laugh and stuff it into the tote bag you brought.

Bradley joins in on the game and ends up covered in sand and had initiated more than one dogpile during the thirty minutes he participated in. You chatted with Nat the whole time, but you couldn’t really be blamed for not being able to take your eyes off your extremely attractive and fit boyfriend.

You had to refrain from moaning at the sight of him when you were right next to his best friend, and that was a hard task in itself. Bradley caught your eye every once in a while and sent you a smirk every time. The urge to not jump on him in the middle of the game was even harder to resist.

When the sun loomed higher in the sky and heated up the whole beach, you decided to rid yourself of your tank top and jean shorts. After shoving them in your bag as well you settle back down against your towel just as you hear Fanboy yell, “Come on, Bradshaw, we were winning! Where are you even going?”

That made you look up and watch as Bradley begins to splash water on himself to wash away the sand from his body. You bite your lip harshly as you take in his wet skin and heat up from both the sun and the way Nat laughs from her spot next to you.

Once he is decently cleaned from both the sand and sweat, Bradley walks right past the group of guys and heads in your direction. “Alright, we lost Rooster,” Fanboy announced as he turned back towards the others. “Round three? Phoenix, you want in on this one?”

Nat sprung up instantly and took Bradley’s place, slapping him on the shoulder as she passed him. “Nice job at keeping your hands to yourself for over five minutes, Bradley,” she joked and he barely gave her an eye roll before he was towering over you and blocking the sun from your eyes.

You gaze up at him with a teasing smile. “Oh, hey,” you greet. “All done with the game?”

He grunts and moves so he’s sitting next to you on the towel. “Yeah,”

“That’s too bad,” you pout as you move over to make more room for him, but he just slides closer to you. “I was enjoying the free entertainment.”

“You’re the reason it ended early,” he said and you scoffed.

“As if,” you laughed. “You were busy beating Jake and Coyote and then the next second you’re quitting and walking towards me.”

He gives you a pointed look before raking his eyes up and down your body in an obvious nod as to why he stopped the game early. “Because you look like this,”

You glanced down at your red two piece and shrugged. “You’ve seen me in less than this, Bradley,”

“I know,” he rasped, moving even closer to you until his cold side was pressed to yours. You weren’t sure what caused you to shiver, his cool skin or the fact that he couldn’t seem to stay away from you today. “But you look so hot right now. It’s making me jealous that the rest of the guys get to see you like this.”

“God, you’re clingy,” you complain in a lighthearted tone and push him away from you, but it might as well have been a light tap as he barely moved an inch.

“I told you that you’d become sick of me,” he smirked. “Just living up to my end of the deal.”

Before you could reply with a smart remark, he was closing the distance and kissing you hard. His aviators pressed uncomfortably against your nose and you pulled away and tugged them off his face before kissing him again.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered as he kissed you deeply.

When he tries to pull you onto his lap you pull away and push at his shoulders. “No, you’re cold,”

“Then come in the water with me,” he suggested with a boyish grin.

“You’re wearing those in the water?” You nodded at his denim shorts as he stood up and held his hand out to you.

“Yeah, why not?” He asked as he pulled you to your feet. You placed his aviators over your own eyes as you looked up at him, lacing your fingers with his. “Would you rather me wear nothing at all?”

“Always,” you answer right away and he just smirks at you. “Let me get in at my own pace, Bradley.”

He hummed as he led you towards the water, and his lack of reply had you raising a brow.

“I’m serious,” when he glanced down at you and didn’t bother hiding his look of mischief, you stopped walking and begin to pull on his hand. “Don’t bother.”

But you were kidding yourself if you thought your strength could match his. Within seconds he had picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, making you yell out as you caught his aviators before they fell from your face.

“Bradley! Stop!” You nearly scream as he makes his way towards the water. “Please!”

Your pleads fell on deaf ears as he carried you closer to the water and the others were no help as they watched with grins at your misfortune. Even Jake wore a small smirk as Bradley grabbed his aviators from your hand and dropped them onto the sand without a care in the world. “They won’t help you, sweet girl,” Bradley said in a mocking tone.

“Bradley, I swear-” but you weren’t able to finish your warning before he was in the water with you still over his shoulder. You squeal loudly when you feel the cold splashes against your bare skin, and you briefly wonder how he was able to walk into the small waves as if they weren’t cold at all. “Oh, my God! Bradley.”

You were still pleading with him to stop, even as he was at waist level with the water. A few seconds later he was throwing your body into the cold water and you were met with his grinning face when you resurfaced.

Glaring up at him, you shiver instantly as you stand in front of him. “Stupid ass,” you mutter and splash him when he just laughed loudly at your insult.

He caught your hand when you went to splash him again and pulled your body against his. Instead of immediately pulling away from him you wrap your arms around his waist as his body is still somehow warm, even in the water.

You cling onto his warmth as the water splashes around your bodies, his heated skin soothing yours.

The others went back to the game after watching you get helplessly thrown into the water, so it just felt like you and Bradley at the moment. “I’m sorry,” he murmured in your ear as he held you. “But now you look even hotter.”

You shake your head and nuzzle closer to him. “Whatever helps you sleep at night,”

“You help me sleep at night,” he replied and you smiled up at him. “I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next two months without you.”

“At least you’ll have Jake,” you offer and laugh at the emotionless look he gave you. “We’re swapping best friends for this one. Nat and I already have so many girl days planned, we’ll hardly realize you’re not here.”

Bradley scoffed. “Yeah, right,” he says. “You’ll know I’m gone when you’re trying to get yourself off without me there to do it for you.”

You gasp and look around as if you and he weren’t surrounded by water and way more than a couple of meters away from the shore. “You can’t say that to me,” you whine quietly. “Especially not in public.”

“You started it, sweet girl,” he shrugged as he gripped your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist under the water.

You throw your arms around his neck and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I will think about you every second of every day until you come home,” you tell him and hug him a bit tighter. “I won’t be able to sleep without you, either.”

He smiled at you and kissed you again, lifting one hand from your hip to caress the side of your face. “Good to know you still want me,”

“I will always want you,” you promise and press a kiss to his cheek and then another one to the skin just below his ear. “Tell you what, we’ll stay another hour here and then you can take me home and let me show you just how much I’ll miss you.”

Bradley pretty much spent the next hour in the water, even well after you made your way back to the shore. Your words, of course, went right through him and caused him to become hard, even in freezing cold water.

You willingly went with him when he finally got out and pulled you along the trail back to the Bronco after a brief goodbye to everyone else.

The whole ride back home he had his left hand tightly gripping the steering wheel while his right one touched every part of you that it could. You were both so needy for each other and it was evident by the way he barely had the car in park before he was tugging you inside and pushing you up against the closed front door.

His lips captured yours in a searing kiss as his hands gripped the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up as if you weighed nothing at all and pressed you harder against the wood, his bare chest pressed to your semi covered one. You had both passed on the idea of putting your shirts back on and left them in your bag that was still in his backseat. You had only managed to slip your shorts back on by the time he had pulled you up from the towel and led you back to the Bronco, but even those you had failed to zip up and button as Bradley was far too impatient.

He pulled you away from the door and carried you down the hall to his room. It was a trip he had made countless times before, and he seriously couldn’t believe he had almost let you slip away because of his commitment issues.

When he made the short walk to his bedroom by himself not too long ago after he returned home from his deployment, he felt so bad about himself and hated how he treated you. He hated not seeing your things in there and he hated sleeping alone, even if it was just for one night and he was drunk.

To think that it was no longer just his bedroom, but one he shared with you… the thought had his head swirling with need for you. Taking you to bed just felt so much better now, and while he would never forgive himself for how he acted towards you, he couldn’t be more grateful for the outcome of it all.

His shorts were still damp as he pressed his body against yours after laying you down in the middle of the bed. You didn’t care as he pressed kisses all along your shoulders and neck. “Bradley,” you moaned.

“I’m going to miss that sound,” he rasped as he sucked a mark onto the base of your throat. “Gonna miss you so much.”

He would probably miss you more than last time, seeing as he wasn’t sure if he had a chance with you after what he did. Now that he knew you would be here when he got back, he knew he would miss you twice as much. Especially since he would be returning to a home filled with both yours and his things.

“Just come back to me,” you whispered as he trailed kisses down your chest until his lips were pressed against the skin above your shorts. “That’s all I ask of you, Bradley.”

“You know I can’t promise you that, baby,” he murmured as he pulled the denim down your legs and dropped them to the floor. You whine softly, both from the feeling of his kisses on your inner thighs and from his words you knew were honest and true. You couldn’t ask him to promise to always come home, and you understood that, but it didn’t make it any easier. “But I can promise to always give it my all and to do everything I can to get back to you. I’ll do that every time. I always will.”

He tugs your red bikini bottoms down and drops them to the floor as well before you’re pulling him back up by his biceps. “Then that’s more than enough for me,” you promise and kiss him deeply. One of his hands slips down and his middle finger begins to gently rub circles onto your clit, making you moan against his mouth and pull him closer. “I love you so much, Bradley.”

His middle and index fingers run up and down your folds before slowly slipping inside. “I love you, sweet girl,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to the love bite he had given you on your neck. “I always have.”

Bradley kisses all over your chest and nudges your nipples through the thin fabric of your bikini top with his nose. You whine quietly at the feeling and run your hands through his hair, bucking your hips up in time with the gentle thrusts of his hand.

“I always will,” he continues and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.

“Bradley,” you gasp when he uses his free hand to push up your flimsy top in order to wrap his lips around your hardening peaks. You take it upon yourself to arch your back and reach around to pull the string of the top, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

With your body completely bare, Bradley grunts deeply as he gently tugs on your nipple with his teeth, taking in the way your hands moved to cling to his biceps.

You were beyond soaked for him at this point and it could be heard with every fuck of his hand, and the sound only spurred him on. He still couldn’t believe that he had managed to get you back and that you still want him as much as he wants you.

His mouth travels downwards again and places kisses to various parts of your body before settling on your clit. You moan loudly and tug on his hair as his lips suck gently on your nerves in time with the movement of his hand. He curls his fingers inside you and the small pinch has you clenching tightly around him, your walls sucking his digits even deeper.

“Feels good?” He asks, knowing damn well that he was skilled with his mouth and fingers.

You still give in, though. “Fuck yes, Bradley, feels so good,”

He smirks against you before speeding up the pace of his hand and fucking his fingers into you. Keeping his mouth on your core, Bradley tilts his head back a bit and you knew right away what he was trying to get you to do without him needing to say it.

You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug a bit harder than before, feeling him hum in appreciation against your clit. “That’s it, baby,” he praised and kissed your inner thighs. “You know me so well, huh?”

“You’re mine,” was all you managed to get out, and the prideful grin he gave you had your legs trying to squeeze shut around his head.

“That’s right, sweet girl,” he agreed and leaned back down to your throbbing clit. “Now come on my fingers.”

“Fuck, I want to so bad,” you whine, out of breath from the pressure that was steadily building deep within you. “Want you to make me come.”

“I’ll get you off, baby,” he promised, smirking up at you. “Like I always do.”

“God,” you gasp as the coil snaps a bit unexpectedly. You had been turned on since he took his shirt off at the beach all those hours ago, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise that you didn’t last very long. “Fuck, Bradley, fuck.”

He kissed the skin of your stomach as he slowly fucked you through your high, breathy praises leaving his lips as he stared up at you. “Good girl,” he murmured, placing an open mouthed kiss to your ribcage before hovering back over you. “My good fucking girl.”

You moan against his mouth when he kisses you hard, his mustache pricking the skin above your upper lip in the best way. “Bradley, please,” you beg against his lips. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

He groaned loudly and pulled away so he could unzip his shorts. He practically throws them to the floor before he’s back on top of you, his mouth kissing all over your collarbones and shoulders. “I need it, too,” he confessed, settling in between your legs and teasing your wet folds with his tip. “I need you all the time. Gonna think about you every fucking second I’m gone.”

You whimper at both his promise and the sensitivity that shot through you at the feeling of his dick grazing your swollen clit.

Your lips were puffy as his met them in a searing kiss before slipping inside you with a sharp thrust. Moaning against his mouth, you wrap your legs tightly around him and grip either side of his face in an attempt to get him impossibly closer to you.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he grunts, fucking into you at a steady pace. “Still so tight for me, no matter how many times I fuck you.”

Your eyes blur for a second as you take in his words, and as your walls take him in general. “All for you,” you weakly murmur.

“All for me,” he repeated, rocking his hips against yours at a bruising pace. “All mine.”

He pressed his lips to the base of your throat and sucked another mark there, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to cover it up before heading over to the Hard Deck in a couple hours.

Even though damn near everyone knew that you were his, Bradley still loved seeing the physical proof of it.

Your needy whines spurred him on and made him want to please you in every single way he could. He kissed all over your shoulders and reached one hand down to grip your thigh as he wrapped your leg tighter around him. “I wanna stay here with you forever,” he rasped. “Just like this.”

“You can,” you manage to say as he fucked into you so good. “I’ll be here when you come back, Bradley. Always. I’m yours.”

Bradley grunted deeply, hiking your leg up higher. “You always know just what to say to me, sweet girl,” he commented as he slowed down a bit to prolong this as much as he could.

Yeah, you and he would need to get ready to go to the Hard Deck soon, but he would put a night like this with you over getting drunk with his friends anyday.

He wasn’t in a rush, wasn’t fucking you quick and hard to ensure you weren’t late arriving to the bar like always. He was taking his time, loving on you in all the ways he would miss out on for the next two months after this.

Your walls noisily suck him in deeper, your previous orgasm providing him with all he needed to fuck into you hard and slow. Bradley’s eyes trail downwards, skimming past the two hickeys on your throat so he can watch the way he disappeared in you. “Fuck, look at that,” he said, more to himself. “Taking me so well, aren’t you?”

You moan and arch your back a bit, scraping your nails down his biceps.

He grunted at the sting. “There you go, baby,” he praised, cursing under his breath when he felt you clench down tightly around him. “Fucking claw me, give me something to remember you by for the next two months.”

“Bradley,” you cry out, wrapping your arms around him and digging your nails into the skin of his back.

He grinned at you, nudging your nose with his. “You were made for me,” he muttered, bracing both of his forearms on either side of your head. “Just for me.”

“Just for you,” you agreed breathlessly.

Bradley groaned at how submissive and responsive you always got when he fucked you like this. With each drag of him against your tight walls you were slowly losing yourself to the blinding pleasure that came with being filled so well. “I need more than just your scratches,” he concluded, watching the way his dick became more coated with your wetness each time he pulled out of you. “You should let me take a picture.”

You whimpered, leaning up to kiss along his neck. “Do it,” you encouraged his sinful idea with a teasing smirk.

He pulled away from your body with a deep groan as he reached for his phone. Keeping himself still buried within you, he points the camera downwards until it’s focused on your wet core.

He only was able to take one photo before you were giving him another idea. “Take a video, Bradley,” you purred, pushing on his shoulders. “Record how good you fuck me.”

Bradley exhaled harshly through his nose as he moved so he’s kneeling on the bed, your thighs spread wide and revealing your sopping entrance. He places one hand on your hip as he sits back and hits record, giving your drenched heat a slow fuck of his hips.

His fingers dig into your skin as he begins to thrust into you again, his eyes fixated on the screen of his phone as it captured the dirty act in top tier quality. “Look how wet you are, baby,” he comments as both you and him glisten as the lights reflect off your wetness. “Feel it?”

“Yes,” you answer and reach a hand out to wrap around the wrist of his that wasn’t holding the phone. “Feels so good, Bradley.”

He grunts as he gives another quick thrust, looking away from the camera and at the way your breasts bounced from the rough movement. “Say my name again,” he demands in his deep voice.

You moan as you comply, “Bradley,”

“Again, baby,” he requests, nearly dropping the phone when you tighten around him once more. “Who’s fucking you so good right now?”

“You,” you practically cry out. “You, Bradley.”

He moves his hand from your hip so his thumb can rub against your throbbing and sensitive clit, watching as your whole body shudders. “That’s right, sweet girl,” he muttered and couldn’t wait to watch this video once he stopped recording it. He knew he would be watching it on a nightly basis once he was stuck on that damn carrier for eight weeks.

“Bradley,” you gasped and reached for him. “Touch me, please.”

At the sound of your begs, he doesn’t bother stopping the recording when he drops his phone onto the bed next to you. He hovers over you and starts fucking into you harder than before, knowing that it wouldn’t be visible in the video, but your sweet sounds would definitely be heard. He could handle having to picture your body in his mind as long as he got to hear the sounds you only made for him.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your hands in his hair. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you warned in a highpitched voice.

“I want it,” he nearly begs as he holds himself above you by his elbows. “Want you to come all over me, wanna feel it.”

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out and pull harshly on his hair as you come. “Fuck.”

Bradley locked his jaw as he held back his own orgasm, still roughly fucking into you as you try to come down from your high. “Good girl,” he said sweetly and your head spun as you weakly reached for his phone.

You grab it and angle it so the camera is capturing the image of him continuing to rock into you. You whimper at the sensitivity and open your legs wider so the video can really capture just how drenched you are for him.

Bradley groaned loudly as he leaned down to kiss you. You kiss him back and take your eyes off the screen, now blindly recording him as he fucked you hard and deep. “Come for me, Bradley. Inside me,” you requested in a quiet voice when you pulled away. “Knock me up on camera.”

You were on the pill, but your words still went right through him. He gave a few more deep thrusts before he was spilling into you, his seed reaching the deepest part of you.

He let out a throaty groan as he moved back so you can record the way his come spilled out of you when he pulled out. He took the phone from you so he could get a better angle, then nearly dropped it again when you reached down to swipe your finger through the mess. His phone followed your hand as you lifted it back up to your mouth and sucked the digit clean, giving the camera a sheepish smile afterwards.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped as he finally stopped the recording and dropped his phone back down onto the bed. “I don’t think I’ll be able to watch that when I know the real thing is waiting for me at home.”

You shrug and sit up, placing a kiss to his chest. “It will get you by while you’re away,” you murmur and lick a stripe up his neck. “I want you to think of me when you touch yourself.”

“There’s no one else I could ever think about,” he swore, wrapping his arm around your waist as you suck a mark on his shoulder. “Especially not after that.”

You grinned and leaned further up so you could kiss him. He deepens it by reaching up to angle your head for better access to your mouth. “We need to get ready,” you inform him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as you crawl off the bed and wander into the bathroom.

Bradley sighs deeply, running a hand through his messy hair as he picks up his phone. He debates on whether or not he should play the video now, just to see if it came out alright, but he knew it would just make him hard again, and he actually did want to see Nat before he left for two months.

He ends up getting off the bed and dressing himself in jeans and a Hawaiian button up as he waits for you to emerge from the bathroom. When you do, he holds out one of his old tees to you. “Wear this tonight,” he suggests and you take it from him.

“What,” you laugh as you slip the shirt over your head. “The two hickeys you gave me aren’t enough to show that I’m taken? I have to wear your clothes now?” You were just teasing as you both knew how much you loved wearing his shirts.

“No,” he answered as he pulled you close to him. “I just like the way you look in my clothes.”

Truthfully, he wanted to erase the last time you wore his shirt to the Hard Deck. That was the last good night he spent with you before shattering your heart and nearly ruining everything you and he had. He wanted to replace that night with an even better one.

“Hm, okay,” you hum, leaning up to kiss him quickly before moving away to finish getting dressed.

“There you are!” Nat called as she watched you and Bradley enter the Hard Deck hand in hand. “Took you guys long enough.”

Bradley smirked as he thought about why you and he were late again. “We were a bit busy,” he said and loved how the physical proof of what made you late was in a file on his phone that was in his pocket.

“I don’t even want to know,” she cringed and began walking back towards the pool table. “Rooster, come over here and get your ass kicked in the next round.”

Bradley rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your temple before standing on the opposite end of the table with Nat across from him. “That’s your specialty, not mine,” he grinned and looked over at you.

You smile and gesture towards the bar. “You want a beer?”

“Just one,” he answers and watches as you begin to make your way through the crowd of aviators.

He was getting flashbacks to the last night he spent with you before his latest deployment, and he wanted to take you back home and promise you that he wasn’t going to make that same mistake again.

“Jeez, Bradshaw, you can’t keep your eyes off her for more than a second, huh? It’s your turn,” Nat broke him out of his trance by poking him with the tip of her pool cue. “She’s wearing your shirt, I see.” She adds when he finally gets into position and lined up his shot.

“You’re very observant, Nat,” he mumbled as he sank one of the solid colored balls.

“I’m just saying,” she held her hands up as she walked around the table. “You seem happier this time around. I guess that comes with finally making things official.”

Bradley couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face as he glanced over at you. Your arms were braced against the top of the bar as you waited for Penny to pour the beers, and you had a small smile on your lips as you stared at the floor. “I’m so in love with her, Nat,”

His best friend nudged his side with her elbow. “I know you are,” she said as he stood up and placed the cue against the table before beginning to make his way over to you. “Hey, that doesn’t mean you can just ditch our game! I was winning.”

But Bradley was already towering over you and taking one of the beers from your hand when you turned around. You jump slightly, nearly spilling your own beer as you look up at him. “I was going to bring that over to you,”

He takes a sip from the glass and shrugs, wrapping you up in his free arm and pulling you into his side. “It had been too long,”

“I was literally gone for less than a minute,”

“That just proves my point,” he replied as he pulled you towards the pool table. “I should be spending every second with you until tomorrow morning. Deployment rules.”

You scoffed. “You just made that up,”

He winked at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I won’t tell if you won’t,”

“Never,” you say and nuzzle closer to him. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Bradley presses his lips to the top of your head as Nat gets into position at the opposite end of the pool table. “I’m going to miss you, too, sweet girl. Every single day,” he swore. “The next two months are going to be so lonely without you.”

You lift a brow and give him a teasing smirk. “They better be,”

“You two are seriously so cute, I might actually throw up,” Nat muttered as she set down her pool cue. “So on that note, I’m going to get a drink. I’ll see you later, Bradshaw. Don’t get on that carrier without saying goodbye to me. I mean it.”

She pointed her finger at Bradley, who laughed and gave her a thumbs up. “Wouldn’t dream of it,”

You and Bradley stayed for about an hour after that before he caved and took you back home, where he spent the rest of the night loving you in every way possible and already trying to make up for lost time.

The next morning, after saying a quick goodbye to Nat, you and Bradley were off to the shipping dock once more.

It was hard to believe that the last time you were here with him was when you had given your heart to him and he had given it right back to you after damn near shattering it completely.

How he managed to get you back after that, he’ll never know.

It was clear that Bradley was also having a hard time standing on the dock and it was obvious that he, too, was thinking back to that awful day that almost cost him you forever.

He dropped his bag and turned to you when he was a few feet away from the ramp, his hands instantly finding their home on your hips. Yours come up to rest on his chest as you try to compose yourself as best as you could manage. “This is it, pretty girl,” he mumbled as he pulled your body close to his.

You nod and wrap your arms around his middle. “I love you, Bradley,” you whisper, unsure if he even heard you as countless other people sent off their loved ones around you.

He did, though. “I love you more,” he said back and kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a few seconds so he could inhale the sweet scent of your conditioner. When he pulled away, he was met with the sight of your teary eyes. “It’s okay, baby. We can handle two months.”

You shake your head and look up at him. “It’s not that,” you murmur, blinking away the tears as best as you could. “I was just thinking about the last time we were on this dock. Feels like it was yesterday.”

Bradley’s heart broke a bit at your words and he wanted to take you into his arms again, but refrained from doing so as he thought about his next move. His pocket felt heavy, even though the object was as light as a coin, and his heart quickly began to beat a bit faster.

His face heated up as he took one hand off your waist in order to rummage around in his pocket. “It’s not like last time,” he promised as his fingers felt the cool metal.

“I know, but still,” you trail off, furrowing your brows as he continues to feel around in his pocket.

“It’s not like last time,” he repeated in a breathy tone as he pulled his hand free. “Because you didn’t have this last time.” He held up a ring that reflected in the rising sunlight, the small object making your mouth part in a silent gasp.

“Bradley,”

“I’m sorry,” he said as he got down on one knee right there on the dock. He didn’t care about the many people rushing around him as he focused his full attention onto you. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Your eyes fill with tears once more as he takes your left hand in his. “Bradley,” you say again, at a loss for words as he held the ring between his thumb and index finger.

“I love you, and I love that you’re the one I get to come home to,” he says, him being the one to wear his heart on his sleeve this time around. “I hope I can return to you as your fiancé, if you’ll say yes.”

Your eyes widen and tears freely fall as you bend down to grab either side of his face. “Are you kidding me?” You ask with a laugh and kiss him hard. “Of course I’ll say yes. I’m saying yes.”

Bradley’s arms were around you in seconds as he stood back up to his full height, taking you up with him and lifting you off the ground slightly. Neither of you paid any attention to the smiling strangers around you as they witnessed your acceptance of the ring, your lips pressing together in a salty kiss. “Yeah?” He asked when he pulled away but kept you close to him.

“Yes,” you confirm and he took it upon himself to slide the pretty ring onto your finger. “God, I love you so much.” You say and jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him again.

He kissed you back as if this was his last time doing so, his arms caging your body tight against his. “I love you,” he says back, kissing you a couple more times as he sees people beginning to board the carrier next to him. “I gotta go, baby. But I’m coming back to you. I’m coming back to my fiancée.”

“Stop,” you whine against his mouth. “How am I supposed to let you leave now?”

He grinned and peppered kisses all over your face. “Just know I’m going to be thinking about you every single second,” he swore as he set you back down.

You nod and grab his bag. “Be careful,” you beg as you hand it to him.

“Always,” he said as he took his bag and pressed a final kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you,”

“No fucking way,” Jake muttered as he threw his bag onto his bunk. “You gotta be kidding me.”

Bradley rolled his eyes from his place on his bed. “Cheer up, Hangman,”

Jake rolled his eyes as he sat down and ruffled his pillow. “How the fuck did we end up as bunkmates,” he muttered under his breath. “I was fine with being deployed with you, but not sleeping in the same room as you.”

Bradley wanted to bite back with some witty remark, but held off as he thought about you and how close you are to the guy beside him. For some reason you adored this guy, and he would just have to accept that Jake Seresin would always be in his life as long as he was in yours, and he planned on being with you for the rest of his days.

He already missed you so much. If he really concentrated and closed his eyes, he was sure he’d still be able to smell the vanilla perfume you wore whenever you left the house.

The same house he now shared with you, officially.

Man, is he whipped.

It hadn’t even been half an hour and he already craved you beyond words. The video you and he made weighed heavily in his pocket, and he was tempted to watch it now. You got him hard without even being in the same room as him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long when he got the chance to watch the video, but having Jake share the same room as him was definitely a mood killer.

He just hoped he would get the chance to be alone for at least a small portion of this deployment.

Bradley debated on whether or not he should just leave the room and only come back when it was time for bed, but he also knew he was going to have to face Jake at some point.

“This is getting old,” he said as he looked over at Jake. “Why are you still so pissed off with me?”

Jake sat up a bit straighter. “I said it before. Just because Y/n forgave you doesn’t mean I will,” he answered. “You weren’t there, man. She was….messed up. You fucked her up, Bradshaw. It was hard to see her like that and know it was partly my fault since I’m the one who brought you into her life.”

Bradley sat up from his lying position and faced his bunkmate. “I know I fucked up, alright? I know. I thought about it every single day while I was gone. It killed me to know that I made her feel like she wasn’t enough and that I wasn’t there to tell her that I didn’t mean it,” he rasped, his mind going back to how rude he was to you that day. He was such an ass, and you truly didn’t deserve any of it, much like how he simply didn’t deserve you. That never changed. “If I’m being honest, I’m glad she had you after how I left things. Even if you are a prick sometimes.”

“Wow, Bradshaw,” Jake said sarcastically. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”

Bradley grunted in response, unsure of how you put up with this literal child. He thought about what to say next, knowing he didn’t want the next eight weeks to be tense and awkward between the two men. Without thinking too much more, he says, “I asked her to marry me,”

That had Jake’s eyes widening. “Damn, Bradshaw, you don’t waste any time, do you?” He asked as he leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. After a few more seconds he asked, “What did she say?”

Bradley smiled at the memory of you jumping on him in front of everyone on that dock and how he helped erase the previous experience, successfully replacing it with a better one. He wished he had thought to take a picture of you wearing the ring, just so he could have something sweet to look at after all the dirty photos, but he also knew there will be time for that later. “She said yes,”

Jake blew out a huff of breath, nodding afterwards. “That’s great, man,” he didn’t sound too thrilled, but he also didn’t sound too pissed. A quiet grunt of disbelief left him before he said, “Just don’t hurt her again.”

He then moved to lay back on his bed, pushing his bag and letting it land on the floor. “Jake,” Bradley said, his voice more serious than it had been the night they got into that altercation. “I won’t hurt her ever again. I can promise both you and her that. You still don’t give a shit about me, and that’s fine, but we both love her, so we need to learn how to get along. This is my attempt.”

Jake huffed, a bit annoyed at the fact that he knew Bradley was right. “Yeah, I guess so,” he muttered, reaching behind him and resting his head on his hands. “For some reason she seems to actually love you, so I guess she’s about as smart as your dumb ass.”

Bradley laughed, a genuine sound that had Jake holding back a small smile of his own. “Thanks,” he said under his breath. “I mean it, Hangman. I won’t fuck it up again. She’s it for me.”

Jake looked over at him and studied his face for a while, noting just how serious he was. He lets out a sigh before saying, “Alright, man. Stick to that promise and give me a warning when you need the room to yourself for a few hours and we might actually survive the next two months,” he says, continuing when Bradley just laughed, “I’m serious. I’d rather not walk in on you jerking off to whatever sick thought is going through your head.”

Bradley reached into his pocket. “Don’t worry, I won’t be thinking about that kind of thing too much,” he says, holding his phone up and smirking. “That’s what this is for, so I don’t have to think about it.”

Jake looked confused for a second before he clued in to the fact that he was insinuating that you had given Bradley plenty of viewing material. He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he tried to fight off a grin. “Fuck, this is going to be a long deployment,”

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the real thing

“figured i'd do some charity work, you know, let you fuck the real thing before training ends?”

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x female!pilot reader

summary: rooster can’t help himself in the shower rooms.

genre: smut, fluff if you squint

warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, oral m!receiving, dirty talk, praise, semi public sex, idk jackshit abt the navy so if anything’s inaccurate sorry!

a/n: the rooster smut saga continues.. c/s = callsign. both reader n rooster are pervy lmao, very lightly proof read.

word count: 4.1k

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rooster knew he had it bad for you. really fucking bad. but somehow it just keeps getting worse every little flirty interaction the two of you have, every time you'd call him by his name instead of his callsign- or any time you called him “roos” instead of rooster. the subtle lingering touches on his shoulder, when you’d bump into him on the way to the bathroom at night, smiling sleepily with tired doe eyes. any time you’d teasingly joke about how you were able to fly better than he could, everytime you called him lieutenant. every little interaction he had would get his mind racing, so confused whether you reciprocated his feelings or he was just in his own head, most instances however, end with him fucking his fist in the showers after training to the thought of you. he had it real bad.

it had only been around a month since the two of you rekindled your questionable fling. both of you graduated in the same top gun class a few years back, and you were being called back for an undisclosed mission. he had feelings for you back then, but seeing you almost three years later, you’d grown more into your frame and your facial features were more defined, the resurfacing emotions hit him like a fucking truck. every time you were called to attention, you’d somehow end up next to him, wavering his focus and making him laugh- but quickly change his expression to stoic when he felt the admiral’s eyes on the two of you. so when training started and your mannerisms continued just the same as years ago, it just got worse and worse for him. and to his never ending misfortune, fanboy and payback decided 200 push ups would be the punishment for getting shot down first by maverick. so there he was, in the scorching sun with hondo yelling out consecutive numbers everytime he pushed himself back up. “aw roos,” you coo, fixing your hair after having taken your helmet off. you crouch down next to him, hearing his heavy breathes as he continues to push himself through the exercise. you put a finger under his chin, and he swears he almost chokes at your touch, you force him to look up at you and you smile when you make eye contact, “doesn’t this prove that i’m better in the sky than you, lieutenant? got shot down by mav, poor baby.” he scoffs, flipping you off while you giggle and walk away. unbeknownst to the both of you, the entire squadron was watching from the window, placing bets on when you two were finally just going to admit your feelings for one another.

hangman is the first to speak, “what’s the bet they’ve fucked already?” he smirks, and phoenix shuts him down, “oh come on, c/s and rooster? you’d have to push the two of them in a bedroom before anything even happened.” bob laughs behind them before joining in, “even so, they still wouldn’t do anything.” “hey what’s the bet i can get’er before bradshaw does?” hangman speaks out and the entire room just glared at him. no one even needs to say ‘really?’ their eyes say it all. the group quietens down when you enter, quipping an eyebrow as they all meet your gaze. “what?” you ask, completely oblivious. “don’t you worry about it, gorgeous.” hangman chirps up and you roll your eyes at the cocky blonde aviator before taking a seat. rooster joins the rest of the squad shortly after, sweat still dripping from the tip of his nose. you give him a sympathetic smile when a voice cuts through the air. “training’s over for today, rest up for tomorrow. oh, and don’t forget to shower too. you guys stink.” you hear chuckles arise throughout the room, you make eye contact with phoenix, who sends you a wink and you look back in confusion, blinking profusely as if that would fix anything. what the fuck’s going on? people start filtering out of the room to their respective dorms and you take the opportunity to slip into your room and gather your things to shower.

you’d always waited a good half an hour for everyone to shower, or literally when everyone was going to bed. communal bathrooms were never your thing. you’d rather not have to see all of your colleagues half naked if you didn’t have to, saves from overhearing the boy’s locker room talk as well. you gather up your toiletries and walk towards the your locker, grabbing a fresh towel before beginning to strip.

today was no different for rooster, relieving himself in the showers after training. especially after the stunt you pulled today, it was so so subtle, but it set him ablaze. “got shot down by mav, poor baby.” your devious grin, with a finger under his chin forcing him to look at you. what he’d do for you to call him that unironically. god he had it bad.

you hear faint groaning as you’re untying your hair, completely stopping your movements out of curiosity of the noises. you hear a faint curse and your entire body heats up when you recognise the voice. rooster. you innocently assume he’s stubbed his toe or some dumb shit like that, so you dismiss it, wrapping a towel around your bare body as you make your way closer to the showers. “shit,” you stop in your tracks hearing the soft moan, selfishly biting your lip and walking towards the only occupied stall, a damp shower curtain between you and the man you’d been pining over for as long as you’d set your eyes on him. except this time, he’s bare- wet, and fucking himself. you wonder if it’s just a random jerk-off or if he’s got someone in particular in mind, so your curiosity gets the best of you and you lean back against the cold tiled wall, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for any sort of noise to come from the pilot.

he pumps his hands up and down his length, at an agonising pace. too caught up in his own head to even hear your faint footsteps walking around right outside. his bottom lip is between his teeth, his arm leaning against the shower wall, head resting against said arm while the warm water runs down his skin. he teases the head of his cock with his thumb, muttering out an expletive at the sensation.

your answer comes shortly after your half-joking thought. “god, y/n.” you freeze. hold the fuck up. huh? sorry? your eyes widen hearing your name, not even realising how tight your grip was on the hem of your towel. bradshaw, was jacking off, to the thought of you? no, that couldn’t be right. but there it was again, a faint grunt of your name. what the fuck is happening right now? you feel yourself growing wetter as you continue to listen in, albeit feeling slightly pervy about the entire confusing fucking situation but the arousal that was bubbling up inside of you put you past the point of caring. and so, for a reason you can’t really put an excuse to just yet, you push the curtain to the side, your eyes meeting his bare back. “whoops, wrong shower.” you quip, and his head snaps in your direction, wide eyed and startled like a deer caught in head lights. “y/n? what the fuck are you doing?” he squeaks out, desperately clutching for anything to cover himself. “what you think i didn't hear you? oh, fuck y/n, just like that-” his hand covers your mouth abruptly and you giggle against his skin, which sets his ablaze. “is this to torment me? are you going to blackmail me so i never live this down?” he rambles, eyes on the floor. “figured i'd do some charity work, you know, let you fuck the real thing before training ends?” you glance down at the hand covering his crotch. “y’know, instead of your right hand.” he hangs his head in embarrassment, “i'm kidding, dumbass. you’re not the only one having those thoughts.” “what?” “holy shit, you’re clueless. i like you, bradshaw. wasn’t it obvious?” you breathe out before closing the shower curtain and draping your towel over the shower wall and standing under the water next to him, completely bare. he cocks his head to the side, visibly and oh-so utterly fucking confused. “huh- what? what the fuck are you doing?” he says, completely exasperated and no clue where to leave his gaze. he curses himself as he feels his dick getting painfully erect again with the sight of you naked in front of him, water dripping down your skin. “what’s it look like i’m doing, rooster?” you quip, placing a hand on his chest, the other skimming over his bare shoulder. “what the fuck is happening?” rooster mumbles out quietly and you giggle, looking up at him. “y’gonna kiss me or what, bradshaw?” you didn’t have to ask him twice.

he crashes his lips onto yours, pushing you against the wall- you moan into his mouth and he swears it sounds like heaven. both of his hands are cradling your face, gentle, contrasting to what was happening with his lips. he bites your bottom lip and you gasp, slightly digging your nails into his shoulder. “y’dunno how long i’ve waited for this.” he mumbles against you, you smile before pressing a quick peck against his lips, “i’ve got somewhat of an idea.” you kiss him again, hungrily, and you whine when you feel one of his hands kneading the flesh of your ass, the other hand braces up against the shower wall. you both pull away, breathless, and you take a second to admire how pretty he looks like this. lips slightly reddened, face flushed, water dripping from his soft curls, the way his muscles ripple with every little move he makes. “hey, pretty girl, y’done staring?” he smiles at your eyes flickering all over his body, placing his pointer finger under your chin to make you look at him, the same thing you did to him earlier. you hum in response, grabbing his face to bring him in to kiss him again, you slide your tongue into his mouth and and arm snakes around your waist in response to this. you moan when you feel his dick brush by your lower stomach, deciding to lazily slide your hand up and down his length as he kisses you.

he groans into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of your hands on him, and you take the opportunity to situate yourself on your knees in front of him, staring up at him with doe eyes as he caresses the side of your face with his thumb. you teasingly lick at the slit of his dick and his hips thrust forward, looking up at him, when your gaze meets his fucked out state, smirking when he rests his hand on the side of your cheek, mumbling a ‘please’, and, fuck. who are you to deny such a polite request? “easy lieutenant.” you drawl out, before circling your tongue around the tip of his dick, a low moan coming from above you and you swear you get wetter just hearing him come undone. and so, because you can never say no to bradshaw, you take his length into your mouth fully, using your tongue to trace the pronounced veins as you bob your head, maintaining a rhythm as a choked moan leaves bradley. you use your hand to work at what you cant fit, although removing it when you attempt to deepthroat him, you did it occasionally, just to marvel in the sounds he makes. you take a breath, your lips leaving his cock with a lewd pop as you stare up at him, smiling, lips reddened and puffy. he cocks his head to the side, quipping an eyebrow as he smirks. “c’mere.” he whispers, his finger under your chin again, beckoning you to stand.

it’s not long before his lips are on yours again, but this time, you feel a finger running up and down your slick folds, causing you to let out a strangled moan at the sudden sensation, maybe a bit too loud of a moan now that you can hear it reverberating around the tiled walls. a hand wraps around your throat, his other hand still toying with your heat as he looks you in the eye, “as much as i wanna hear those pretty noises, not too loud, doll, okay? don’t want anyone knowing what we’re doing in here, hm?” you nod, shyly, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as he toys with your bundle of nerves, causing you to flinch when he pinches at your clit, you yelp and smack him- he chuckles, asshole. “sorry, s’too tempting,” you look up at him, trying to glare but smiling when you meet his gaze. at least he’s a cute asshole. he starts drawing delicate patterns against your clit and you moan into another kiss, tongue sliding into his mouth as you tilt your head, feeling the familiar white hot pleasure building into a coil in your stomach. you throw your head back against the wall when you feel a finger enter you, surprised by the sudden intrusion. his lips latch onto your neck, surely leaving bruises in its wake. you just hope your flight suit covers them. “feel good, princess?” he drawls and you nod eagerly, gasping out when you feel another digit inside of you, pumping in and out of your core selfishly, his thumb still lazily working at your clit. he quickens his pace, your senseless babbling noises of pleasure filling his ears like his favourite songs. your thighs are tensing already, god it's embarrassing how long it’s been since you’ve gotten any. he notices this, and of course switches his position to be kneeling in front of you, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as he begins to lap at your cunt- your hand flies to grab a fistful of his hair, a choked moan leaving your lips. he groans into your heat at the tug, sending vibrations throughout your core which only causes you to let out a string of curses. you cry out when you feel his fingers enter you again, thrusting at a relentless pace as he continues to flick his tongue against your clit.

he looks up at you and holy fuck, did he look good.

you could get used to this.

so, so used to this.

“holy fuck, shit-” you moan out, so lost in your own pleasure you don’t even feel the pain when you accidentally throw your head back too hard against the tiled wall. his stupidly gorgeous pornstache is adding a whole new sensation to this that you’ve never felt, and you grind against his mouth selfishly, the knot in your stomach tightening, “mm-fuck roos- gonna,” you cant even finish your sentence, a moan leaving you again when he sucks harshly at your clit and it’s all you need to topple over the edge. your entire body spasms, pleasure running all throughout your body as he never ceases his movements, his free hand is on your waist, drawing soft circles with his thumb as a way to signify he’s got you, helping you ride out your orgasm with his head between your thighs. but now he’s almost eye level with you, quick to stand up after finishing you off. and of course, him being quite a few inches taller causes you to tilt your head up to look at him, but you grab his face and kiss him hungrily, tasting yourself on his lips.

“what were you thinking of before i interrupted you, roos?”

he breaks away, forehead resting against yours, his hand tracing delicate circles along the small of your back. “what’dya mean?” he mumbles out, “when you were fucking yourself, what were you thinking of?” you drawl out, confused at where the sudden brashness came from but oh well, no take backs. “y’wanna know?” he questions and you nod slowly, biting your lip in anticipation.

his hands are on your hips, backing up so his back hits the wall instead before he spins you around, a hand guiding your back to bend over. you brace your hands against the wall instinctively and gasp when you feel his cock hit your ass. “sure you want it, princess?” he asks, and you’re too desperate to make a sarcastic remark. “just fuck me bradshaw, please.” you don’t have to turn around to know he’s grinning, “yes ma’am.” he lines himself up, teasingly running his length up and down- brushing against your already sensitive clit, which causes you to shiver. “bite your hand.” he says, and you look back, confused. “what? why the fuck would i-” he rolls his eyes before covering your mouth with his hand, before bottoming out inside you completely. there’s a muffled scream of “oh, fuck” that can still be heard despite his last-minute countermeasures, he’s just happy he dampened it, even if it was only a little bit.

“that’s why, darlin’.”

he says, giving you a second to breathe and adjust. you felt and saw it before, but having it inside you was a completely different experience, he was practically stuffing you full. and you didn’t mind one bit. you look back at him, and he winks at you. you can’t help but scoff that he’s so goofy even in moments like this. “permission to go?” you squint your eyes at him. “really?” he nods, amused grin on his face. now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “permission granted.” you barely have a second to process before his hips snap back against your ass, your mouth ajar as he ruts into you at a relentless pace. you could tell by the way he was just thrusting into you, this’d been building up over so many years. all the times you’ve unknowingly gotten him hard by addressing him by his last name with a desiring lilt in your voice, all the lingering touches after training. “y’dunno how long i’ve waited for this.” well. you could definitely feel it. your hands are flush against the wall, but your legs feel like jelly- your brain is so overwhelmed by the immense pleasure you’re feeling. “so pretty like this, c/s.” you hear him mutter, a hand placed on the small of your back while the other holds a steady grasp on your hip. he notices your absence of a response, constant moans leaving your lips every time he hits the spongey spot inside of you. “too cockdrunk to speak? who knew you’d be so needy for me?” you whine out again at the accurate accusation. “just for you,” you manage to get out, despite him never ceasing his movements. “you’re all snarky and sarcastic out there but you’re making all this noise just for me? if i’d known this’d shut you up i’d have done it ages ago, princess.” you’re about to let yourself be a little louder in response to this, but his hips come to a disappointing halt.

you look back at him and he places a finger over his mouth to signify you to be quiet. once he’s certain he’s heard footsteps he wraps an arm around your waist and hoists you up against the wall, you look down amazed how he’s holding you with one arm. he notices this, and smirks. “rooster? that you?” he makes eye contact with you when hearing the familiar voice of payback, slightly grinning. “yeah s’me, what’s up?” he responds, the sound echoing slightly. your eyes are wide when he lines himself up and starts thrusting into you again, a slow pace but he goes hard. this causes you to bite down on his shoulder to stop yourself from making any noise, making him wince a little as he continues his agonising teasing. “yeah once you’re done jacking off we’re going to the hard deck.” “yeah, yeah, i'll be there, piss off- wait why’re you in here anyway man?” rooster inquires, hips somewhat speeding up, your nails digging into his back, so sure to leave crescent moon marks the next day. “left my keys, i’ll see you there man.” he mutters a curt reply before facing your direction again, smirking when your head is still buried in the crook of his neck, arms draped around his neck lazily. he waits a few seconds, going at an antagonising pace to assure the unexpected visitor has left the showers before holding your legs up and rutting into you at the same relentless pace as before.

you cry out into his shoulder, tears prickling at your eyes. “you’re doing so well baby, taking me so well.” he comments, marvelling at the way your cunt sucks his length in everytime. you let your head rest against the wall, grabbing his face for him to look at you. he smiles softly at your fucked out expression, kissing at the tear that’d made its way down your cheek. “you’re so pretty, doll. you okay?” he asks, watching as you nod, your eyes dazed and glossy. “i’can take it.” you mumble out and he smiles softly. how is this man rearranging your guts and being so sweet at the same time? while you’re having these thoughts, he’s amused at the duality of you. how snarky and witty you are during training and in the sky, and the whimpering mess that was coming undone infront of him now. how cute. you both thought.

a hand attaches to your clit again and you bury your face further into his skin to muffle the choked moan, sensitive and eagerly awaiting your release. his hips still pumping into you relentlessly. you cry out in pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach about to release after the constant abuse to the spongey spot inside of you. “roos, g’nna- fuck-” you babble out into his shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “i got you princess.” you cum, hard, accompanied by a string of curses that leave your kiss-bruised lips. you’re practically limp against him now, relishing in the feeling of him filling you to the brim- his hips faltering slightly, signalling he’s not far off himself. “fuck, can i finish in you?” he grunts out, a loose strand of hair hangs in front of his eye. you nod taking your lip between your teeth again, “give me all of it, roos. please.” he moans lowly hearing you say that, throwing his head back as he lets himself go inside of you, an almost-forgotten warmth settling at your centre. “holy shit,” he whispers out, his forehead settling against yours. you kiss him tenderly.

“we should do that again some time.”

“really? you think so?” you giggle back, toying with the short strands of hair by the back of his neck. “please don’t tell me that's a one time thing- cause i actually really like you, i have since we first met and it’d suck balls if-” you cut him off with a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips.

“you’re an idiot, bradshaw. did you not remember me saying i was into you before you fucked me in a shower stall?”

he cocks his head to the side, a sheepish grin playing on his lips.

“definitely,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “yeah, no i totally remember that.” you both laugh as he sets your feet back onto the ground, an arm wrapping around your waist when your legs almost give out on you. “don't let that get to your ego, bradshaw.” he wipes his mouth with his hand to cover his smile, nodding his head in amusement. “let’s get you cleaned up.”

he’s gentle with you, lathering soap over your body and showering you with praise as he also washes your hair for you. you melt into his touch, the water changing into a less than comfortable temperature. “roos,” you mumble out, he looks at you with a questioning look. “water’s gone cold.” he runs his hand under it, confirming your statement before wrapping you in your long forgotten towel that was draped over the tiled wall. he places a kiss on your temple as he places his own discarded towel around his waist.

“I felt like a perv doing that.” “you felt like a perv? I was outside listening for like a solid minute.” he grins, “you were?” you regret your confession immediately. “oh, no wait fuck off i wasn’t, i wasn't! i take it back.” he bellows out in laughter before placing a hand on the small of your back. “you can’t take that back after my dick was in you, c/s.” you smack his chest, hard.

“shut up you fuck! what if someone heard that?”

“you’re worried about someone hearing that bit? of all things? really?”

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