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Cold Mornings | Comfort Drabble wc: 396
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader
Your bedroom is a little cold in the morning and you don't want to get out of bed buuuuuut Bradley insists...
Warnings: None! It's just pure fluff
@closetspngirl read it and go back to work lol
âItâs time to get out of bed, sweetheart,â Bradley kissed your shoulder. Stretching, your foot slipped from beneath the comforter, hitting the cool air of your bedroom. You gave a little shriek, pulling your foot back so fast the bed shook a little.
âAbsolutely not,â You turned, wrapping your arms around Bradleyâs waist, reveling in his warmth. Your boyfriend chuckled, kissing your temple.
âI think someoneâs a little chilly,â Bradley teased, reaching around you to start pulling down the comforter.
âWatch it, Bradshaw, or I start wearing long sleeves and sleep pants to bed.â He paused. Ever since Bradley had started staying the night, you had found yourself wearing less and less clothing to bed thanks to his need to run his calloused hands over your bare skin whenever he could. Not that you were complaining about having a hot pilot want you naked constantly but still.
âNo need for that,â Bradley chuckled nervously, kissing your temple again. âIâll be good, I promise.â He curled around you, running his hands over your body, keeping you warm. Bradley kissed your neck, presenting a very convincing argument for not wearing more clothes to bed, even if it did leave you freezing in the morning. âWe do have to get up though.â
âNooooo,â You whined, pulling the comforter over your head.Â
âIâve got you, sweetheart.â Bradley slipped out of bed, returning with clothes of his in each hand.
âWhat are you- Bradley!â You laughed as he dove under the comforter from the bottom of the bed, slipping a pair of sweats up your legs, planting a kiss on your stomach. He crawled up your body, kissing everywhere before his head popped out from the sheets. Your boyfriend looked so silly, grinning down at you, his hair messy.Â
âArms up, sweetheart. Itâs time for the shirt.â Once you were dressed, Bradley distracted you with a kiss, slowly pulling away the blankets without you noticing until he pulled away. âI love you and I would love nothing more than to spend all day in bed with you but we have to get up.âÂ
âFine,â You went to move but he held you in place, an expectant look on his face. âI love you too, baby.âÂ
âThatâs more like it.â Bradley gave you one more sweet kiss before getting out of bed, holding out his hand to pull you up as well.
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Summary: After four years of marriage, you find out that your husband, Bradley Bradshaw, has cheated on you with your best friend.Â
Pairing: Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x ReaderÂ
WC: 1.4K
Warnings: Cheating, slight smut, reference to pregnancy, alcohol. Sorry to all my Bradley girls this one is gonna hurt!
You woke up in a sweat, eyes flying open, hand stretching out to the other side of the bed.Â
And where you had expected the warmth of your husband, instead you found the cold emptiness of sheets that hadnât been laid on in days.Â
You laid back, eyes brimming with tears.Â
In the living room, only ten feet away, separated by a thin door, Bradley laid on the couch with his eyes focused on the spinning fan on the ceiling. He felt sick to his stomach. There was a knot that had buried itself deep into his stomach and wouldnât unfurl, no matter what he did. Bring you sandwiches at work, flowers before dinner, kisses when you least expected it. He lived with doubt and fear riddled in his very bones. Every time your phone buzzed or you checked the screen, he felt every muscle in his body tense. And then youâd turn to him with the sweetest smile in the world. And his heart shattered into pieces again.Â
You were the love of his life. And you were about to be the one that got away.Â
***
It was a mistake. Or at least, thatâs what Bradley told himself. The first time he saw her out, it had been an accident. He was at the mall, searching through Sephora and trying to find the lipstick you had sent him to buy. Bradley was too big for small aisles, and he knocked into someone, then went sputtering the other way into a display case of perfumes, brown eyes wide as he held his breath, waiting to hear bottles crash to the ground. Instead, a hand shot out, righting the triangular shaped bottle that was rocking and saving it from cascading to the ground.Â
âShit!â he muttered.Â
June looked up, eyes wide. âBradley?âÂ
He grinned. âHey there.â He had known June as long as he had known you. The two of you were a packaged deal. She was there the first night the two of you met, on the other side of the bar, egging you on. She was standing on your other side of the altar as the two of you kissed in the drizzle that unexpectedly rainy Saturday in June. And here she was, saving Bradleyâs ass in a Sephora.Â
She cocked her head. âY/N sent you on errands?âÂ
He nodded. âIâm on a quest for,â he paused, looking down at his phone, âCharlotte Tilbury Pillow Talk.âÂ
She smiled. âFollow me.âÂ
The Sephora trip turned into an impromptu lunch that parted with a friendly hug. When Bradley got home, you praised him for finding everything and even picking out a gift â a new perfume from Jo Malone â and he didnât have the heart to tell you that June had chosen it.
A week later, when he saw her struggling with a case of seltzer water in the grocery store parking lot, he lifted it out of her arms with ease and she smiled at him in a way that made Bradley feel fuzzy around the edges. And so when she touched his arm he let his mind wander for a moment. How long had it been since you had looked at him like that? Like he was your savior.Â
They went on like that, running into each other here and there. Del Mar was a small town. You and Bradley had chosen to buy your first house there to get out of San Diego, away from the crowds and the hustle. You liked quiet, a good book on a Friday night with a glass of wine and a blanket over your toes. It was Bradley who wanted more â more lights, more energy, more attention.Â
So when you went out of town for work to New York, Bradley found himself nursing a beer at the local pub. And when June sat down to his right, it wasnât long before they were five drinks deep and she was pulling him on the dance floor.Â
And before Bradley knew it, his hand was wrapped around her neck and her eyes were screaming fuck me, and he leaned down and tasted her.Â
They fucked in the car, fast and dirty, Bradleyâs head hitting the window of the side door, his pants barely unbuckled as his cock slammed into her and she moaned beneath him like a porn star. He was drunk, and with his eyes closed he could almost forget that it wasnât you. But then she ran her fingers down his cheek â you kept yours short, most nurses do â and sighed so breathy he almost stilled inside of her before she wrapped her legs around his waist, milking him to completion by rolling her hips with a gasp.Â
They vowed to never speak of it again. But everywhere he went, Bradley felt like June would be there. He ignored her calls the rest of the week you were gone. And when you called, tired after a full day of medical seminars, he forced himself to swallow the truth that threatened to burst from his lips.Â
âI love you,â you whispered into the phone.Â
Bradley choked back a sob. âI love you too, baby.âÂ
***
You didnât know. At least, you didnât think you knew. It was just a hunch, a suspicion.Â
The first clue was when you got home from New York. The house was spotless. Normally, Bradley was a slob. A jersey hung over empty dining room chairs, tupperware piled in the sink, beard trimmings along the granite countertops in the bathroom. This time it looked like a forensic team had swooped in.Â
And then the way he looked at you. Sad, soulful eyes. Usually, Bradley greeted you like a dog at the door. Eager, blissfully ignorant.Â
This time, there was something hovering beyond the watery irises.Â
And when you called June to ask if she thought you had any reason to worry, there was the sharp inhale on her end of the line. You had heard that inhale before. Sophomore year at Vanderbilt. Your roommate had cheated with your boyfriend of two months. And when you asked her why there was a condom in her trash can, she sucked in a breath, eyes darting around the room, refusing to make contact with your own. And then the next time you saw her with your boyfriend in tow at the dining hall, you knew. The way they looked at each other. There were secrets hiding in plain sight.Â
So you invited June to dinner. And when she showed up in a dowdy dress, luscious hair pulled back into a bun, you felt your stomach drop to your toes. And when Bradley wouldnât meet her eyes, you knew.Â
***
You promised." Bradley's eyes filled with tears. He went to touch you, but you stumbled back, out of his reach. "I only asked you one thing. Not to break my heart. But you did it anyway. And with her."
"I never meant to hurt you," he said, the strain in his voice evident. His voice, normally so deep, was raspy, as if he was gasping for air in the desert. "Baby. I love you. I fucked up and I'm so sorry."
"It doesn't matter anymore, Bradley," you whispered.
He frowned. "Of course it matters. You matter. It all matters."
You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. Bradley felt his heart plummet in his chest, stretching for his feet, shattering every rib bone along the way as it cascaded out of his chest. He had never hurt anyone the way he had hurt you. "It doesn't, because it's over."
"You can't just say it's over," he replied. "I asked you to marry me. You said yes. We got married, Y/N. You can't just call quits on that because of one small thing."
"One small thing?" He winced as your voice rose. "You fucked her, Bradley. My best friend in the whole world. You fucked her and you lied to me about it."
"I don't know what to tell you other than I am so sorry. I regret it with every fiber of my being. I hate myself for it. Is that what you wanted? Will knowing that make you happy? That I hate who I've become? That I hate the person who could do that to you?"
"Well I hate him too," you said, the anger whipping through your teeth. "I hate you, Bradley Bradshaw. I wish we had never met."
"Don't say that. Baby, I love you. You're my wife and I love you."
"We're leaving. Don't bother trying to come after us."
"We?" Bradley's brown eyes squinted.
"I'm pregnant."
A/N: Yes, another blurb with this bc I'm angsty tonight!!
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rocketman: part iii - Some things Cosmic
Summary:Â finally back home, bradley can focus on all the things he's missed while he's been gone. there's someone there to properly welcome him home, frantic reunion sex, prepping for an amazing vacation, family dinners, and the casual intimacy he's come to love between the two of you. but there's still something up with you and he can't quite figure it out. it'll be fine, right? catch up with [part 1] and [part 2]
OR sex, s'mores, and secrets
Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 18.5k
Warnings:Â 18+, explicit language, body insecurity, suggestive dialogue, suggestive content, and sexual content (oral (f + m receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v, dom/sub influence, and praise, rank, and degradation kink). also on ao3!
i want to be naked, i donât mean my body, i donât need my body iâm floating away
Bradley startled awake sometime later. It happened sometimes. He had these dreams were it felt like he was falling. Out of his plane, out of the sky, out of your arms. Falling and falling - with no end in sight.Â
That wasnât to say that they were necessarily nightmares or anything. (Because the distinction between the two was glaringly obvious.)Â
They just unnerved him a bit. Left him unsettled, untethered.Â
He rolled over and stretched his arm out across the bed, until his fingers brushed against something silky. Something warm and silky. He turned his head to find you sprawled out next to him.
You had changed between now and when Bradley had last seen you - he glanced at the clock on his nightstand - seven hours ago.Â
Fuck.Â
He had fallen asleep before you had even gotten upstairs.Â
Goddammit, he felt like an asshole. He rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. This was the last thing he had wanted to happen, especially after what you two talked about earlier that evening.Â
Youâd give us your wild? Of course. Of course, of course, of course he would.Â
Like you knew he was thinking about you, you shifted your hips, inching closer towards him. Your body was only half under the thick duvet cover and top sheet, so even in the early morning light he could still see the navy nightie you were wearing.Â
Bradley liked to think that you had stowed it away someplace and changed downstairs in order to surprise him in bed. Except now heâd never know because he had fallen asleep on you. God, he was the worst boyfriend.Â
Tonight, the night three months in the making, he had missed cuddling and kissing and all the best parts of getting cozy in bed with you because he had fallen asleep before you had even gotten upstairs. And sure, he had gotten a taste of what was to come on the couch while you laid underneath him and drew imaginary shapes across his chest with your finger and he held you tight and counted your heartbeats.Â
But this was supposed to have been a big deal. It was the first time you both went to bed in the same room without the fear that youâd be leaving in the morning or later in the week to go back to your highrise. You were both home. Really, truly home.Â
Home - where he could finally wake up next to you and have you be right here - not an ocean apart. Bradley already dreaded the next time heâd have to leave you.Â
There was a future with you. There was that little boy - or little girl - from your dream. The perfect mix of you and Bradley.Â
(Donât ever be a Rocket Man. I mean it.Â
When youâre out there you want to be here, and when youâre here you want to be out there.Â
Promise me you wonât be like me.)
Suddenly, there was this overwhelming urge inside him that if he didnât touch you and have you in his arms, that heâd slip away, back to space. Untethered.Â
You kept him on the ground. You kept him safe.Â
Bradley scooted over towards your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around you, unable to bear another moment untethered. There, that was better. You were soft and warm and felt so precious in his arms. And with your nightie rucked up around your hips and one leg extended out and the other hiked up, your body was on full display.Â
Easy access.
Your thighs were so fucking soft and curvy and he desperately wanted to slot himself right between them. Have them bracket his head, while his tongue lapped at your pretty pussy.Â
Would he start there? Eat you out until you were begging for his cock? Have you grind on his lapâŠuntil you were begging for his cock? OrâŠjust generally begging for his cock?Â
They all seemed appealing, but admittedly kissing you until you were breathless and then rocking his body above yours until you were both tumbling over the edge had plenty of merit, too. Bradley wanted to treat you like you were precious first.Â
But later? Heâd slap your pussy so hard youâd be begging for his cock in no time - in fact, maybe he should time you? See how long it took you to break, to babble, to beg.Â
But that brought him back to the present. Could he wake you up, now? Bradley knew youâd been stressed and busy ever since your mom had come to town and because of all youâd confessed earlier; so, would it be fair to wake you? You hadnât woken him up, afterall.
After an indeterminate amount of time of just holding you and watching you breathe, you rolled your bare ass against Bradleyâs crotch and let out a pleased hum. He gave your hip a squeeze and you burrowed even deeper in his arms. Your skin was softer than the silk nightie you were wearing and he could feel the heat pouring off your body.
He slipped his hand down to knead your ass and you sighed. âHmm, da-dley? Bubba?â
âHey, kid.â He kissed your neck.Â
Once you were a little more lucid and opened your eyes, you pulled your nightie down to cover your ass, though that didnât stop Bradley from playing with the lace hem.Â
You rolled over so you were now face to face and wrapped your right leg around his left.Â
âWhy didnât you wake me earlier?â
You cupped his cheek. âWanted you to sleep, you looked so tired. Pretty too.âÂ
It was dark in the room at five thirty-eight, but not completely pitch black, so Bradley could still make out your soft features. You had somehow gotten even more beautiful in the three months he had been gone. It wasnât obvious, not at first, and not to anyone who wasnât really paying attention.Â
But it was obvious to Bradley because Bradley always paid attention.
âWell,â he kissed your forehead then your nose, âIâm still sorry, especially after what we talked about earlier, shouldâve stayed up for you.âÂ
âBut I woke up beside you, so I canât be too angry.â You leaned in to kiss him. âItâd be impossible to be angry now, actually.âÂ
He hitched your right leg higher over his hip and groaned when he could feel your core through his joggers. You squirmed against him, cheeky little thing. But with his joggers and t-shirt still on, Bradley was definitely overheated and the sweat was building at the back of his neck, to say nothing about the heat your body was giving off.Â
As if reading his mind, you grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly dragged your fingers up his stomach, stopping at both his happy trail and then the patch of hair in the middle of his chest, before taking the t-shirt off completely. A soft thud rang out when youâd thrown it across the room and it presumably landed on the floor.Â
âYou gonna take these off, too?â He slipped a finger under the waistband of his joggers.Â
âBeen dying to all night - hips up, Bradshaw.âÂ
Bradley arched his back and helped you slide his joggers down his legs, taking his boxer briefs with them. Your gaze lingered on his body for a long moment, but you just gave him a coy little smile.Â
âFuck,â he sighed in relief, âHowâd you let me sleep in those?âÂ
âHowâd you fall asleep on me?â
âYou got me drunk!âÂ
âNot my fault youâre suddenly a lightweight - Bradley!âÂ
He pinched your side and you wiggled away from him with a shriek. âUh uh, not so fast.âÂ
Bradley pulled you close again, desperate to be nearer to you. You tangled your legs together and pointed your torso towards his, but remained perched on your elbow, while he was laying down flat. Â
Suddenly somber, your eyes were drawn back to his body and he just let you look - drink him in and see what you had missed over the last few months. Every new freckle, scar, bruise, age line.Â
Bradley couldnât wait to do the same. What had he missed? What was different?
He could feel your eyes lingering on his abs. Normally, you remarked on his thighs and shoulders, but tonight it seemed you had a different focus. You appeared hesitant, biting your lip, as you dragged your finger across his stomach.Â
Did you like how he looked - how he had changed in your time apart?
âYouâre so handsome,â you whispered, almost to yourself.Â
Bradley kissed you and returned the compliment. âAnd youâve gotten even more beautiful since Iâve been gone.âÂ
You appeared bashful at the comment, which just let Bradley know heâd have to give you more of them over the next few weeks. âCome âere.â Without waiting for a response, Bradley started pressing kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your neck, your lips. If it was possible at this point, he drew your body even closer.
âBra-adley! We have an entire bed here, you know?â You giggled when he rubbed his nose into your neck.
âMmmm, but itâs nice and warm here.â
You scooched down on the bed on your stomach so you were looking up at him. With a smile, you began to press languid kisses across his chest, starting just above his belly-button and creeping up to his pecs, heart, and shoulders. You loved his shoulders, you always managed to notch your head there during sex and press little kisses to the scars dotting them and his neck. Bites, too - marks to prove he was yours.
But tonight, it seemed you had a different path in mind and, while you still nipped at his shoulder, you didnât stop there and instead went straight to the small tattoo on his bicep. You traced your fingers across the roman numerals:
x x x i x
Thirty-nine.Â
As in thirty-nine years old. An age neither of his parents ever got to see.Â
Bradley had gotten the tattoo when he was in flight school and a bit of a shit with self destructive tendencies. People never really asked what it meant and he never really wanted to tell anyone.Â
Heâd told Ezra, right around the time when they first started talking about moving in together, before that spectacularly failed. He also told Nat. However, the latter was only because he was drunk and pissed and he had just made lieutenant, once again surpassing his father in something.
Maverick had seen it about a year ago. He had never asked Bradley what it meant and probably never wanted to have it confirmed what it meant. But to anyone who really knew Bradley, it was easy to put together.
Bradley had told you about it on your fourth date.Â
It was the second time youâd slept together. Because while your first time had been frantic and had taken you both by surprise (you, in particular, were freaked out that youâd slept with someone on the first date without a condom), the second time was much slower - softer.Â
You had planned the date this time. Bradley had picked you up at your apartment - he even had come upstairs to get you - with flowers - and the two of you had dinner at Callie, followed by a performance at the San Diego Symphony. It was actually thanks to one of Bradleyâs fun facts about playing the piano that you had gotten the idea.Â
Both of you had gotten dressed up (a big departure from your third date hike in Torrey Pines), the food and drinks had been plentiful and delicious, and listening to Ravelâs Piano Concerto in G Major and Rachmaninoffâs Piano Concerto No. 2 was made all the more romantic by the way Bradley held your hand for the entire first piece and had his hand on your thigh for the entire second.
So, after eating you out on your kitchen counter and going two rounds in bed, Bradley had told you what the tattoo meant and about his parents and Maverick and you had told him about your mom and your accident during your junior year of high school.Â
And if you had asked Bradley, it was after that date that he knew he was going to fall in love with you.Â
It hadnât felt scary to tell you any of it. It felt right and natural. Like you wouldnât judge him or get scared when things got hard. Like he wanted to protect you at all costs.Â
And because he had told you what the tattoo meant, it made the moments since when youâd really focus and hone in on it all the more sweeter. During this last deployment, Bradley had often felt like the ink was burning into his skin under his flight-suit. It kept reminding him that he had once thought he had a timeline or a stopwatch on his bicep, slowly ticking down. But with you, it was something to strive towards, to reach beyond and be there for LIX, LXXXIX, and even XCIX.Â
âWhatâs it like flying at night?â Your question snapped him out of his thoughts and you pressed another kiss to his tattoo to calm him. âI kept thinking about it on my flight to London. And how you must see this all the time, is it still a big deal? Can you even stop and think about it? Just endless night with thousands of stars to guide you? Being in the middle of the ocean, nothing around for hundreds of miles.â
(Whatâs it like, out in space?
Itâs the best thing in a lifetime of best things - oh, itâs really nothing at all.Â
But you always go back.)
âYouâd never thought about it before?â his voice came out thick, hoarse.Â
You shrugged a shoulder. âNot in that way, I guess? I couldnât sleep on the way to London, so I pulled up the shade in the middle of the night. Iâve never really thought to do it before, donât know why - but then I saw all those stars, endless stars, thousands of them. Iâve never seen anything like it.â Your finger stopped tracing patterns on his arm for a moment before it started again. âAnd I though to myself this is what Bradley sees. This is why he loves it and for that brief blip in time I got it. I understood. Makes me love you even more in some way.âÂ
Bradley felt like he was going to cry, the feeling swept over him so suddenly. âI uhh - fuck.âÂ
âYou donât have to say anything,â you sounded contrite, âI just wanted you to know.â
Could he tell you? Could he tell you that flying at night with all the stars in the sky simultaneously made him feel closer to and yet farther away from his parents? It was like they were right there, but also so far out of reach. But he didnât say any of that. He couldnât say any of that, not now. The words couldnât come.
Instead, he pulled you closer, putting your face at level with his own. âI love you.â
You smiled and he couldâve sworn there were tears in your eyes, but it was hard to make out in the darkness. âI love you, too. Now please kiss me.â
Bradley let out a chuckle, but leaned in to kiss you without another word. The kiss was sweet, but still had an underlying desperation attached to it that came with being away for months. But unlike every other kiss youâd shared since Bradley had gotten home, there was no need to stop or to prevent it from going further. No, now you were his. He could have you however he wanted.
Not breaking the kiss, you shifted and bracketed your thighs on either side of his hips, allowing him to slide his hands up your body. Heâd never get tired of thinking it, but god, you were so fucking soft. Your hips, your thighs, your breasts, your hands, your lips - actuallyâŠ
His next words were grunted against your neck. âYour lips are really soft - softer than normal,â he finished when you went to interrupt him.Â
âMust be my lip mask. I put it on after I saw that you fell asleep on meâŠâ
âHey, hey,â he tickled your sides and you collapsed on his chest amidst your giggles, âI said you shouldâve woken me up!â
âWould you have woken me up?â You had him there. âSee? This way I could stare at you uninterrupted and get all moony over you. Plus, now isnât this better? No more sleepy bubs.â
No. He was definitely awake now. And from where your core was laid on his bare stomach, he could already feel how wet your were and couldnât wait to slip inside you.Â
ââCould kiss you for hours,â you said against his lips. You kissed him - once, twice, ten times, smiling all the while. He never wanted you to stop. âBradley,â you whined, âNeed you inside me. Gotta get used to you again. âm so tight.â You nipped his earlobe.Â
He groaned. Fuck. He couldnât believe he had a girlfriend who said stuff like that. It was like something out of a wet dream. âYou seriously only took your fingers the entire time I was gone?â You nodded. âGood girl.â
You preened under the praise. Because it surely had to have been a bit of a challenge. âYours are so much bigger, though.â Bradley rolled his eyes at your cheeky tone. âWhatâre you gonna think up for me to do next time youâre gone? Like what you talked about earlier?â You didnât linger too much on the next time part of your question, so he didnât either.
âHmmm. What about tasks?â
âOh? Like what?â
âWell, Iâd have to do more research, but like you have to wear xyz or send me a picture of you doing something? Whatever we want.â
You nuzzled his neck. âMmmmm, I like that. Wish we could really talk when youâre gone, though. Iâm not sure I could handle every comms officer hearing what I need from you againâŠâ
An idea suddenly struck Bradley. It was amazing he hadnât thought of it before. âMaybe I can make you an audiobook?â
Your jaw dropped and you contorted your body to look up at him. âYouâd do that? Seriously?â
His cheeks colored. âI mean, not like an actual one, but like a voice memo or something?â The idea didnât sound nearly as good out loud as it did in his head. âIf you wantedâŠâ
âOh my god, yes! I very much do want.â
Without another word, Bradley rolled you both over so now he was on top, knees bracketing your hips so as to not put his full weight on you. Your nightie was still covering your stomach and breasts, but that didnât stop him from snaking his hands underneath the navy silk to play with them. They felt fuller than normal - not that he was complaining, but he hadnât noticed earlier and now -
His cock brushed against your stomach in a way that had you bucking up against him, so desperate, so keen, so fucking good. Good girl. Your lips were eager against his as you poured every thought, every email, every Facetime call into your kiss.Â
God, it had been so long. Fooling around on the couch earlier in the evening paled in comparison to how plump your lips felt and how keenly your body reacted to his. Because you felt so good. Months, weeks, days had passed and Bradley had never felt anything as good as your body beneath his.Â
You sighed and squirmed up the bed so your head was laid across the pillows, all the while Bradley made his way down the bed.Â
âMore, bubs, please.âÂ
How could he refuse, especially when you had asked so nicely? He bent forward to give you a sloppy kiss on the lips before working his way down your body, from your neck and collarbones, to your breasts through your nightie, and finally to right below your belly-button. From there, you readily allowed him to bend your knees so your feet were planted firmly on the bed and your core was completely exposed to him.Â
Even in the early morning light it was exquisite. You had the prettiest pussy Bradley had ever seen - and it was his, all his.
âFucking gorgeous.âÂ
You startled at the first touch of his lips on your thighs, but let out the prettiest little sigh when he sucked on the skin by your birthmark. There was another as he licked along one of your lightning lines. And another as he kissed the hood of your clit.Â
God, you smelled so fucking good and were groomed just the way he liked it -Â like the perfect, obedient, good girl that you were. And perfect, obedient, good girls got their pussy played with until they were babbling like dumb little sluts.
â- Would have thought this would be your first stop?â
Bradley chuckled, but didnât stop dragging his fingers across your inner thighs and lower lips. âYeah? What, dâyou think Iâd do? Just dive right in? Take you on the kitchen table?â
âI wouldâve let you.â
Once the words had sunk in, he stopped teasing you. His elbows gave out beneath him and he groaned with his face pressed against the sheets. Fuck. That was a conversation for another time, but just the thought of you letting Bradley basically use you had him grinding his hips into the mattress.
You were so good.Â
He popped his head back up and slapped you - lightly - across your pussy. âYou keep saying shit like that and next time I just might.â
In response, you arched your back and tried to close your legs around his head, but Bradley just tutted and spread them further.
âUh-uh, need to have a look at her, I've gone three months without her.â Your hips jumped off the mattress as his fingers started playing with you, tracing circles over and dipping in and out of your cunt. ââpretty pussy. She took such good care of you while I was gone, didnât she? Look at you dripping for me, huh?â
His fingers scissored inside of you, dragging against your walls, while his thumb needled your clit. Your wetness spread across his fingers and he, in turn, spread it across your folds and inner thighs. He liked when you were messy. He liked to feel you all over his face.
âBradley,â you whined. âStop teasing.â
Neither of you really wanted that, so it didnât even merit a response from him. Instead, he kept sliding his fingers inside you in and out, in and out and crooked them ever so slightly before he added a third. Above him, you gasped and jolted.Â
ââAtta girl, arch your back, just like that.â You whimpered at his praise and kept rocking your hips in tandem with his fingers. Fucking glorious, such a good girl for da -
â- BradleyâŠâ He peered up to see that you had one arm over your eyes, while the other was pawing at your breasts through your nightie.
âGod, youâre sucking on my fingers so tight, I would believe youâve taken anything up this pretty pussy in months.â
ââWant your mouth, please, pleaseâŠâÂ
âWhere?â his voice was muffled. Bradley sucked his lips around your thigh, right by your labia, but refrained from kissing you were you wanted him most. He wanted to mark you up everywhere, have your thighs and breasts and neck covered in little bites and bruises.Â
Mine. Mine. Mine.Â
Good. Good. Good.Â
You whined. It sounded pathetic and he had barely even started. âMy pussy. Please, Bradley? Please?â
Who was he to deny you? Because, god, you tasted so fucking good. It was hard not to absolutely devour you, especially after going for so long without you. Bradley slid his hands down from your hips to grab your ass and rut your cunt deeper against his face. As a reward, he got a slew of pretty little whimpers out of you.
He continued at a steady pace, alternating between probing your clit and slipping his tongue inside you. Above him, you arched your back and he pressed a firm hand on your stomach to keep you down.Â
âBradley,â you cried as you rode his face.Â
God, you sounded so pretty now, he couldnât wait to get you on his cock later.Â
Pretty girl.Â
Smart girl.Â
Good girl.Â
His girl with a body like Aphrodite.Â
âAhhh - fuc - ahhh.â You made that sound and he knew, without even looking up, that your head was tipped back in pleasure and you were close. âBubs,â your voice came out small, âwant you - inside me, now.â
âUh-uh.â Bradley pulled his head back, but continued fingering you. âYou need to come first.âÂ
Come on his face.Â
You shook your head frantically against the pillow. âNo.â You gasped when he purposely plunged his fingers deeper. ââwanna with you - ahh inside me.â
Somehow you grabbed the hand he had pressed on your stomach and you dragged it up your body. His knuckles brushed against the silk of your nightie until you eventually pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your interlocked fingers. And all Bradley could do was say your name in censure, which ultimately came out heavy with need.
âPlease? Want it to be together our first time back.â You whined pitifully. âHavenât touched myself in days.â
All you had to do was pout and he was gone.Â
âFine,â he smacked your thigh, âbut Iâm gonna make you come again after I finish inside you.â
âYes, yes, anything, Bradley.â
You would be spent and whiny by then, it wouldnât be hard.Â
After swirling his fingers once more around in your cum, Bradley held his fingers up to your mouth for you to clean them off. âThat good?â You hummed around the digits before he retracted them and tapped your cheek twice. âAtta girl.â
Next, he shifted up on the bed so his knees were straddling your waist. He was achingly hard at this point and bit back a smile as you made grabby hands for his cock. It pulsed in your grasp and you swiped your thumb over the slit to rub his pre-cum over the head. Fuck, that felt divine. While you may have relished how much larger his fingers were than yours, Bradley loved how large his cock looked in your smaller hands. However, heâd already let your tender touches go on long enough - another minute and heâd come all over that silk nightie you hadnât taken off yet.
âYou gonna be a good girl for me?â Your eyes were wide and you nodded.Â
Trusting, needy, desperate. Such a perfect girl for him.Â
âWanna be full.â
He brushed the head of his cock against your pussy lips, making sure it was nice and wet and, god, you were fucking soaked and practically sucked him in. You whimpered and muttered something indistinguishable, but wrapped your arms around his shoulders and canted your hips up for more. Then, once Bradley slipped just the tip of his cock inside you, you gasped, but brought him closer. Your nails dug into his shoulders, hopefully pressing little crescents into the skin. He pulled back and slid in again, inch by inch, earning a breathy gasp from you every time.Â
Holyfuckingshit. You were so tight. So fucking tight, even after prepping you with his tongue and fingers.Â
Yours are so much bigger, though your voice echoed through his head.Â
You were so fucking soft and warm and wet and felt perfect around him. With each thrust heâd grunt out your name and you in turn would give a whiny Bradley and eventually wrapped your legs around his hips. And then you were also clenching down on him like youâd spent the entire three months doing kegel exercises.Â
âFuck, you made me so hard - thinking about how much of a good girl you were while I was away, keeping this nice and tight for me,â he barely got the words out.Â
ââdo anything for - for you. âd let you do anything to - mmhmm - me,â you finished with a whimper.Â
Fuck. Your unwavering trust in Bradley always took him aback. Because you meant it. You really would let him do anything to you. If you had the slightest inclination that it would please him, you would do it. He had never had someone who trusted him that much. And that wasnât something he took lightly.Â
With that thought in mind, he snapped his hips against yours in a particularly hard thrust that had you crying out.Â
âMmm harder.â
He bent down to suck on your neck. This - the closeness - was why he liked missionary so much. It was perfect for this exact moment. There was plenty of time to take you hard and fast later.
âOh, god. Feel so full - Bradley, Bra - Bradley!â With every utterance of his name, he drove deeper inside you. Harder inside you. Youâd ride him next time, heâd make sure of it. But for now, breathing each otherâs air, gasping against each otherâs mouth, and feeling the sweat on each otherâs brow, being so impossibly close to each other, it was hard to say where Bradleyâs soul ended and yours started.Â
Yours and mine are the same.Â
He groaned your name and you opened your eyes to gaze up at him with an almost dazed expression. Grabbing the back of your knee, Bradley went in at a different angle, trying to get deeper. âFeel how much your little holeâs dripping? Just needed me to stretch you out again.â
âMmmmm yes, yes, da-dley - ahhhh,â you cried out, âcan I come? Please, please?â
Oh, you were such a good girl for him. Asking so nicely, so prettily. So properly. Thank god he had prepped you, he wasnât going to last much longer, himself. It was kind of pathetic. Both of you were, to be frank. Obviously, you more than him in this instance, but -
ââCourse. There you go, sweetheart, come on my cock like a good girl.â
When you finally came a few moments later, it was with a strangled cry of his name that Bradley swore was the most beautiful sound heâd heard in months. As the shudder of pleasure swept over you and you tightened your core around him, Bradley hastened to find his own release. The slew of cries and whimpers against his lips as you tried to settle down only spurred him on further. He drove into you again and again and again.Â
He had to get there with you - had to. You clung to him and notched your head by his neck, only to graze your lips along the tender skin there and bite.Â
âFuck,â he grunted. ââYou ready for me to come inside you, sweetheart? Know how much you missed it.â
You nodded against his neck. âYes,â you whispered, âBradley, pleaseâŠâ
He groaned your name. It sounded so good like that, so perfect. He had to say it again and again and again. With each stroke, your overstimulated pussy fluttered around him, pulling him towards his own orgasm. His jaw clenched and his back muscles tightened and Bradley could barely support his own weight over you for another moment -Â
ââs good, bubs, feel so full.â
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was it. That did it.Â
With a final moan of your name, Bradley came inside you, painting your pussy with his cum. His cocked twitched one final time as the last streams of cum filled you up. He notched his head against your shoulder and he breathed in your sweet scent.Â
Goddamn.Â
Once he settled down and caught his breath sometime later, he moved to pull out, knowing that when he did so, both your cum would drip down your thighs. Your gorgeous, thick thighs. He already needed to get lost in them again. And wasnât that just the thing? Bradley was obsessed with you. He could never get enough of you.
âNo, no, not yet,â you whimpered.Â
He stopped and pulled you closer, but slightly changed your position. There was some perverse part of him that wanted to make a comment about keeping you on his cock for the rest of the morning so you could get used to him again, but he refrained after thinking about the tone of your voice. You sounded so fucking good and docile and submissive. Such a good girl.Â
âPretty sure you owe me another oneâŠâ You burrowed your head against his neck and moaned when he shifted. âHow âbout I stay inside you? âThat okay?â You nodded and your pussy tightened against him. âGood girl.â
Keeping you close, Bradley slid one hand in between your bodies to play with your throbbing clit. You arched your back up towards him, trying in vain to get closer, though that was nigh impossible - the two of you were already as close as two people could be.Â
Yours and mine are the same.
He needled your clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth, trying to get some moans and whines out of you. God, your body felt unreal. Still so warm around him, still so wet for him. All for him.Â
Mine, mine, mine.Â
As your body shifted, your pebbled nipples brushed against his bare chest and Bradley was remiss for not playing more attention to them earlier. But that couldâve been because you were still wearing that goddamn nightie. You were flustered and warm and your skin was glistening with the slightest sheen of sweat.Â
He bent his head down and mouthed at your breasts through the midnight blue silk. They were already hardened to peaks, desperate to be suckled on, especially after noting their new size. There would be time for that later, he had to remind himself.Â
For now, he nipped at the top of your cleavage and kept playing with your clit. You were so oversensitive, you were practically shaking in his arms. And in response, you raked your hands through Bradleyâs hair, pulling on the strands. Fuck him. That felt divine, especially as he felt you tighten around him.Â
âBrad-ley,â you whimpered, ââs too much.â
âShhh, easy, easy, thereâs no rush.â He tipped your chin up. âYou want me to stop?â You shook your head. âTake a deep breath. That's it. Good girl.â
Little whimpers kept escaping your mouth, but you burrowed your face against his neck and trusted him to take care of you. You nipped at the skin there and he hoped it would leave a mark; let everyone know that he was yours and only yours for the next few weeks.Â
Mine, mine, mine.
âIâve got to take care of you, you were such a good girl while I was gone. My best girl, huh?â
âMmmm.â
âSo beautiful, so smart. Took such good care of things for me, huh?â He could feel as well as hear your breath hitching, letting him know that you were close. ââgorgeous girl, so proud of you, sweet g -â
And that did it.Â
So proud of you.
You came with a cry and your walls fluttered around his cock once again. A sudden gush of wetness coated both yours and Bradleyâs thighs. God, it was beautiful. You were beautiful. Your name kept running through his mind and Bradley realized he was actually muttering it against your lips through kisses. There were tears in your eyes and he thumbed them away before they could slide down your beautiful face.
âHey, too much?â He kissed your cheeks, which unfortunately only made more tears spring from your eyes. âI didnât hurt you, right?âÂ
âNo, no,â you shook your head, âI just missed you so much, think Iâm overwhelmed,â you finished sheepishly.Â
The tension in Bradleyâs shoulders eased and he smiled down at you. âNow youâre gonna make me cry, kid.â
âI love you.â The words came out quietly, but it was like theyâd only just come out of your mouth before Bradley was saying them back.Â
âLove you, too.â The smile he got out of you warmed his heart and he pecked your lips before tucking your head under his chin.
The two of you laid there for some time with Bradley still inside you. In fact, he was pretty certain you may have dozed off at one point, but he didnât want you to be too uncomfortable when you woke up later. With that in mind, he slowly pulled out and settled you on the bed beside him. You fussed a little, but Bradley kissed your forehead, heading it off.Â
He started with your name, âIâll be right back, okay? Going to the bathroom.â You nodded at him, your eyes wide and trusting.Â
It was chilly out of bed, away from you, and Bradley only paused for a brief moment to slip on a pair of his sleep shorts from the dresser, before heading off to the bathroom to get a damp towel for you. He hastened back to the bedroom, now almost fully lit in the early morning light. You made such a pretty picture all tucked under the thick, white duvet.Â
âBradley?â You stretched out underneath the covers and let out a little whimper. ââm sore.â
âShit, sorry,â he said with your special nickname tacked on the end. âCome âere.â Despite his words, he came to you and dutifully cleaned you up with the warm cloth.Â
ââs not your fault,â you slurred, âneed to get used to it again. Missed you.â
The cloth passed over your thighs once, twice, three times, before Bradley brushed it against your core once, twice, three times. You sighed and gave him a lazy smile, which he easily returned.Â
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee. âBe right back,â he whispered.Â
Youâd barely managed to get back under the covers by the time he came back from the bathroom. And then, with all the care and love you deserved at the moment, he bundled you up in his arms. You were so warm and smelled so pretty and your nightie felt so soft against his rough fingers. Everything about that moment was perfect. You were so precious. You pressed your cheek against his chest and he hoped you could tell how fast his heart was beating.Â
âI missed being with you like this, missed holding you.â
You pressed lazy kisses to his chest for a moment before you eventually tipped your head up to meet his eyes. âCan we stay like this? Just for a while? Donât wanna get up yet.â
ââCourse,â he pressed a kiss to your forehead, âgo back to sleep, Iâll be here when you wake up.â
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When Bradley woke hours later, he did so slowly. He was pleasantly warm, he was finally sleeping on a true mattress, and you were slotted between his legs sucking his cock.Â
Surely, there were few better ways to wake up than to have your sweet lips wrapped around him. It wasnât something you did often, at least in terms of waking Bradley up this way, but he loved whenever you took the initiative. It showed how eager you were - how desperate. Really, the only thing that could top it would be your pussy sunk deep on his cock as you rode him.
You had to have been at it for a while, for he was achingly hard by this point. His hips bucked up, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth and you let out a surprised moan, no doubt having thought he was still sleeping, before taking him further. Your tight grip on his thighs left him relatively grounded, else he would have set off a round of those gagging noises from you that he liked so much. That wet mouth that he liked so much - fuck.Â
Bradley groaned your name. You peered up at him with those wide, innocent eyes like you werenât getting him off while he slept. Like your pussy wasnât soaking. Like you hadnât been grinding it against his bare thigh for the last however many minutes.Â
And you kept at it with Bradleyâs hand grabbing your hair and guiding you. You kept working him, forcing him deeper down your throat. He moaned and you responded back in kind. Such a good mouth, such a good girl, taking care of him like this. It took him a moment to realize he was doing it, but he was mumbling your name, almost nonsensically.Â
But then he felt, rather than saw, you remove one of your hands from his thighs to presumably put it between your legs to play with your needy pussy. And that just wouldnât do.
âFuck. Get up here,â he said and then punctuated it with a growl of your name when you stayed down. The whimper you let out had him bucking his hips up off the mattress. âIâm serious.â
Almost begrudgingly, you eased him out of your mouth and the resulting, wet pop echoed throughout the bedroom. You looked far too pleased with yourself as you sucked on your finger - the one that had definitely been shoved up your pussy only moments ago - and hummed in response.Â
âGet up here - now.â
You braced yourself on either side of Bradleyâs hips and teasingly brushed your pussy against his aching cock a couple times, practically begging for him to sink inside you. It would be so easy for you to ride him right now, but that wasnât what he wanted.
âBossy, bossy,â you teased and crept up his body, pressing kisses to his happy trail and chest along the way. But just as you were about to kiss him on the lips, he stopped you.
âUh uh.â He stuck his finger in the air and mimed a circle. âTurn around.âÂ
Your jaw dropped. âAre youâŠâ Again, just Bradley twirled his finger around and smiled. âF-fine.âÂ
âBut,â at this you relaxed your thighs to press more of your weight on his stomach, âyou have to take this off,â he finished by thumbing the navy fabric of your nightie.Â
It only took a moment for the smile to creep across your face, but you didnât take your eyes off Bradleyâs as you slid the dainty straps off your shoulders, one at a time. You didnât take the nightie off, it still covered all of your stomach, but it let Bradley ogle your breasts unimpeded for a moment.Â
âWill that be all, lieutenant commander?â
He just shook his head in disbelief. âCheeky little slut.âÂ
And then you smiled, looking so proud of yourself for rattling him that he had no choice but to slap the top of your ass. Hard. You huffed.
âNow turn around.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, but managed to turn around with Bradleyâs assistance. The brief awkwardness of limbs strewn about was easily forgotten as soon as you got into position and he was rewarded with the sight of your glistening pussy in front of his face.
Bradley didnât bother holding back a moan and started kneading your ass and running his fingers along your lower spine. Meanwhile, you wiggled down his body, dragging your breasts against his bare skin for the first time all morning. They were so soft, but your nipples were pebbled as they brushed against his stomach. He hissed when you lingered there for a moment to tease him.
Not one to let you get the upper hand, Bradley grabbed your hips to draw you close to his face and inhaled your sweet scent. Fuck. You were so good. You let out a mewl and startled when he first made contact with his tongue and then attempted to nose at your clit. That always got you going. Same with his mustache against the tender skin at the apex of your thighs. Maybe he would abstain from shaving on vacation, if only youâd ask.
âFucking gorgeous,â he groaned your name against your skin and then he feasted.Â
Meanwhile, the way your hands were playing with his balls right now had him already teetering towards an orgasm. After only being able to fantasize about having your hands on him - your sweet, delicate hands on him - for the last three months, this felt divine. And then you put your mouth on him and he was well and truly done for.
âFuck.âÂ
Neither of you lasted much longer after that.
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After your depravity filled wake up call, the rest of the morning took on a decidedly more chaste tone. The room was filled with giggles and the sounds of kissing as Bradley told you some of the more entertaining stories from the carrier and Australia, while you revealed that you had watched his 60 Minutes segment at least nine times. When he asked you why youâd watched it nine times, you just ducked your head and bashfully said it was because you sounded really smart.
It was finally around noon when Bradley said you two needed a shower and to have breakfast before embarking on the rest of the dayâs activities, which included a tour of the house, complete with all the little goodies youâd amassed for him over the last couple months that he had glossed over last night, and getting ready for drinks with Nat, Caroline, and Max at six-thirty. Granted, the latter was six hours away, but Bradley had a feeling you both would be pretty slow to the take that afternoon. Probably would get a little distracted, too.
ââm gonna take a shower,â his lips brushed kisses up and down your arms and over your once again silk clad breasts and he was rewarded with giggles, âyou wanna come with me?â
âOh!? Uhh - yeah, we could take a shower.â You pecked him on the lips. âCan you warm it up first, please?â
The pout worked - it always did - but Bradley still groaned, totally hamming it up. âMmmm, I suppose...â
With one final kiss, he dragged himself out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. He flicked the lights on with a snap, going for full brightness on the dimmer, and turned around to give you a cheeky wink, only to see you worrying your lip between your teeth and staring intently down at your clasped hands on top of the duvet. He called your name and your eyes snapped up to meet his gaze.
âYou good?â
You nodded and put a smile on your face. âYeah, be right in.â
Odd. But then again, Bradley couldâve been reading too much into it. He hadnât seen you since before Christmas, afterall. You were probably just tired. Yesterday had been a long day. And he had run you pretty ragged this morning.Â
The water had warmed up while he was going to the bathroom and was the perfect temperature by the time he finally got under the spray. Just as he was about to call out to you again, he heard you enter the bathroom - and promptly dim the lights.Â
âWoah, woah - hey!â
âSorry!â you called out from behind the shower curtain. âI uhh - I just have a headache, donât want the lights too bright too early in the morning.â
It was twelve-fifteen.Â
Bradley frowned and looked at your shadow moving on the other side of the curtain. You were standing up straight - he would almost call it stiff. It was an odd request, to say the least, but it wasnât exactly pitch black in the bathroom now, just a little darker, especially from the waist down.Â
âOkay, just be careful when you get in - here,â he pulled the curtain back and held his hand out for you to step over the lip of the tub. You startled, but nevertheless took his hand. âThere you go.â
The two of you stood face to face for a moment, allowing you both to get your fill of the other. It was definitely darker in the shower now, but Bradley could still make out your ample curves. Streams of water dripped down your chest as you tipped your head under the faucet and it was impossible for him to not watch as the droplets cascaded over your breasts.Â
They looked fucking glorious by the way - he was slightly put out that he hadnât gotten a chance to really play with them in bed earlier - you had only given him a glimpse of them for a few moments - but there was always later. Or now? Now was also good.
âDid these get bigger?â The words were out before he could think twice and he cupped a breast in each hand. Your nipples pebbled as his thumbs passed over them, back and forth, back and forth. Â
Your eyes flew up to his face before glancing right back down at your breasts. âWhat? No, I donât think - no.â
Bradley leaned back to catch your eye. âSorry, I didnât mean it in a bad way. They look great, feel even better, theyâre justâŠâ
âOh! I guess I hadnât noticed.â You turned your back to him. âHere, do you want to do my hair? Or I can do yours? Why donât I do yours?â
Before he could even process what was happening, you spun back around and grabbed the shampoo bottle from behind Bradley and squirted some Ouai into your hands. He leaned forward so you could lather his hair up with the suds and appreciated your care in keeping them out of his eyes. For someone normally so dominant and in control, Bradley really did love when you fussed over him. He knew it wasnât something you were comfortable with in every aspect of your relationship - taking charge like that - but it was nice in settings like this. Once the shampoo had set, he crouched down for you to rinse and then repeat the process with the conditioner. Â
âI think we need a bench in here.â
âYeah?âÂ
You hummed. âJust a little bump out, enough for someone to sit. Youâre getting older, I wouldnât want you to fall or hurt yourself during any rigorous shower activity.â
âRigorous shower activity?â Bradley chuckled and nudged you with his shoulder before wetting your hair under the faucet. âYou know, if I took all my showers with you, I wouldnât have to worry about that, kid. Here, turn around, âs your turn.â
Gently, Bradley lathered up your hair and made sure to massage your scalp the same way you had done for him. You let out a pleased hum and then he repeated the process with the conditioner, though he mightâve used a bit too much.Â
Once you were both back under the spray, you rested your palms on his chest and peered up at him with wide eyes. You looked like you were about to cry and he pulled you closer in comfort.
âI havenât stayed here at the house too much while you were gone, just a night or two - like that nightâŠwith the email,â you confessed, âit didnât feel right. I kept thinking youâd come home any minute.â Bradley pressed a kiss to the side of your head. âBut Iâd drop stuff off slowly, a couple boxes a week and whatnot.â
You both stood in the silence of the falling water for a few moments before you spoke again.Â
âIt just doesnât feel real - all of this. I keep worrying that youâre gonna disappear again tomorrow. Or that Iâm going to wake up or something. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
And that was just the thing: Bradley didnât know what heâd do without you either. He had never felt this way before; that there was someone else tied to him, someone else living for him, while he in turn lived for them.Â
âHey,â he tipped your chin up, âyouâre not the only one worried about that. But I have you with me now and Iâm always gonna do my damndest to come home to you, alright, kid?â
âAlright.â You wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping him close, and pressed a kiss to his chest. âLove you, bubs.â
Bradley instantly tightened his arms around you. âLove you, too.âÂ
Iâve never loved anyone the way I love you.
Before long, your kiss on his chest turned into a kiss on the mouth and your hands roved over each otherâs bodies as you shared the loofah and soap. âSo broad, so strong,â you said in wonder as you roved your hands over his chest and thighs and chased away the bubbles.Â
And then, after multiple passes over your breasts at Bradleyâs hands - it was unfair how good your breasts looked all sudsed up - it was time for a final rinse. He hopped out of the shower first and had a towel waiting for you when you got out, before you ultimately changed into your fluffy white robe.Â
The two of you completed your morning routines side by side in comfortable silence until Bradley went back to the bedroom to put on some running shorts and a t-shirt.Â
âYou want breakfast?â He snuck up behind you at the bathroom counter and kissed your cheek.Â
You smiled at him in the mirror. âYes, please.â
âAnything in particular.â He kissed you again. âPancakes? French toast? Ooooo maybe hash browns and bacon, too? The works?â
You had been giggling while he had been kissing your neck, but you suddenly turned sober as he rattled off your options. âOh, uhh - maybe some eggs?â
Bradley frowned. âLike scrambled?âÂ
âOr poached? Iâve been eating a lot of egg whites latelyâŠâ With the way you were bundled up in your robe and with your hair still wet from the shower, you looked small - young. Egg whites?
âOh, uh, yeah. Sure, I can do some egg whites for you.âÂ
Egg whites? Since when did you like egg whites? You had always liked your eggs scrambled and a little runny - with ketchup. Idly, Bradley remembered Max eating egg whites and low carb toast for the entire month of May to get in shape for yacht week in Croatia. He shook the thought away.
âAnything you want, kid.â
âThank you.â You gave him a soft smile and a kiss on the check. âIâll be down in a bit, okay?â
And with that smile and a promise, Bradley headed off downstairs to make breakfast.Â
Egg whites, really?
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Bradleyâs homecoming weekend extravaganza - your words - could only be considered truly complete with a family dinner at Maverick and Pennyâs on Sunday evening. Penny wouldnât hear of you two bringing anything to dinner, so all that was needed to do upon returning from a morning hike in Torrey Pines was shower and change.Â
You didnât have to be there until six thirty, but it was already five forty-five and at least a 20 minute drive, so you were both a little more hurried than you were after yesterdayâs shower. In fact, when Bradley got out of the shower, he was surprised to see that you were still in your bathrobe and staring at your half of the closet like it contained all of lifeâs mysteries. Granted, your hair and makeup were done, but you just stood there with your arms crossed over your chest, absentmindedly biting your thumb nail.Â
How long had you been standing there?
âIf it makes it any easier,â you startled at Bradleyâs voice, âIâm sure Mav will just be wearing a t-shirt and jeans.â Barely looking at the shirt he grabbed to go with his chino shorts, Bradley fell into your line of sight. âYou good?â
You relaxed your shoulders. âYeah, justâŠnot sure what to wear.âÂ
The two of you stood side by side to take in the full array of clothes in the closet. While not all of your clothes - some bulkier items and more formal dresses were in the guest bedroom - there were still dozens of options in front of the two of you. You took a hesitant step forward and eventually took a pair of boyfriend jeans off a shelf and held them to your chest. Just as you were about to grab a boxy oxford, Bradley snatched up a brightly patterned, tiered, sleeveless dress that would hit at the middle of your thighs. The empty hanger rattled against the rod, but it stopped you in your tracks, the oxford momentarily forgotten.Â
âThis would look nice.âÂ
Even to Bradleyâs own ears, his voice sounded lame, almost a little desperate. But there was something about you choosing an oxford to wear after staring at your closet for ten minutes that gave him pause. You had such pretty clothes, it would be a shame for you not to wear them.Â
âItâs not too much?â Bradley shook his head and held the dress up to your body. âI bought it to bring on our trip, but now Iâm not sureâŠâ
âItâs perfect, trust me, youâll look gorgeous. And you better pack it for Mexico, too, okay?â
âOkay.â You appeared a little flustered, but had lost the sad look in your eyes from moments ago, so Bradley considered it a win.Â
With a kiss to the side of your head, he told you to finish getting ready and that he would be downstairs when you were done.Â
After getting his wallet and car keys together, Bradley made his way to the mudroom to put on his new sneakers. Though you wouldnât admit it, you had definitely ordered them for Bradley during one of your many Ted Lasso rewatches while he was away. He reminds me of you sometimes, you would demure when pressed. It was cute.Â
With one foot propped up on the bench to tie his shoes, Bradley noticed the row of jackets in front of him. He called your name. âYou want a jacket?â
âYes, please,â your voice carried from upstairs.
So, he grabbed your jean jacket, figuring it would look good with your dress, and got himself his oversized grey Navy crewneck sweatshirt. Maverick and Penny always liked to have drinks and dessert out on the back patio, and though it had been a relatively warm day for March, Bradley knew the breeze off the ocean would make it chilly later. Maybe theyâd light the firepit and have sâmores? You loved sâmores even more than Bradley did, if you could believe it.Â
Just as he had gotten the jackets and threw his sweatshirt on, you appeared beside him. And just like Bradley had thought, the dress looked perfect on you.
âSee? You look gorgeous.â You ducked your head and muttered thanks. âHere.â Bradley held your jean jacket open and helped you slip it on while you put on your sandals. And then you set off for Coronado in the Bronco.Â
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After a lovely dinner filled with much chatter and laughter, Amelia and Penny dragged you upstairs to show you her dress for the sophomore semi-formal next week. This left Bradley and Maverick to clean up the dinner plates and get things situated outside on the patio.
It was completely beyond Bradleyâs comprehension how to get Pennyâs fancy fire pit started, but Maverick had a flame roaring in no time. The two sat across from each other - Maverick on one of the cushioned, wicker swivel chairs with Bradley on the matching loveseat - and sipped their beers in comfortable silence for a few moments. The sun had set about fifteen minutes ago, but the sky was still a kaleidoscope of pinks, purples, and oranges.Â
âSo, howâre you really doing?â Though the question has been asked at dinner already, Bradley had just given a vague answer. But now that it was just him and Maverick, he felt he could be honest.
âFine, I guess.â Bradley made a face. ââs always weird doing some stuff again. We went to the store earlier; always takes me back that first time.â
âItâs the cereal. Too many choices.âÂ
âYes, thank you!â Bradley exclaimed, glad he had someone who could relate. Every time he brought it up with Nat or the guys, they just looked at him like he had seven heads. They went from having few choices on the carrier, to endless when on land. âAnd the chips. Too many options and sizes.â Maverick chuckled. âWe went on the way back from Torrey Pines to get more Diet Coke and I wandered off like three times just to stare at the oversized boxes of Lucky Charms.â
Maverick smiled wryly and took a sip of his beer. âYou donât look as tired as you did Friday afternoon, thatâs for certain.â Though the way heâd said it had been completely innocent, Bradley still blushed.
âYeah, itâs been amazing. You shouldâve seen her Friday night, she was so excited to make dinner and the house just -â he broke off, âit felt nice coming home to someone like that, I guess.â
Nice? I guess? Bradley sounded like an idiot. It had felt more than nice coming home to you. Coming home this time made him never want to leave again. But the real test would come tomorrow when you went to work. And Bradley would be alone for the first time in three months. Alone in your big, quiet, house. It hadnât been quiet in three months. There was always something else going on around him. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow, he could do things on his own time and make his own food and pick his own clothes. He could have choices. Luckily, Maverick didnât seem to notice his sudden unease.
âThat was all she talked about last week.âÂ
It took a concerted effort on Bradleyâs part not to be jealous that youâd talked to Maverick so much last week when all Bradley had gotten were emails. Beautiful, heartfelt, smutty emails, but emails nonetheless. Before Friday, Bradley hadnât heard your voice in weeks.
âShe did a really good job. The cake was unreal, I had a piece for breakfast this morning.â That got a chuckle out of them both. âItâs nice to see her comfortable doing something outside of her wheelhouse. She kept sending me pictures from her lessons and even cooked for me on Facetime once.â
Just as Maverick appeared to be gearing up for a follow up, probably about how heâd gotten the leftovers from those cooking lessons, Bradley rushed out: âBut we really talked Friday night - about a lot of things. It was good, though.â
âWhat about?âÂ
âKids,â the word slipped out before Bradley could think better of it, âfamily, that kind of stuff.â
Maverick pondered this and took a sip of his beer. âAnd you didnât mind talking about that right when you got back? Seems like a lot.â
âNo, it was good.â Not looking at Maverick while he was talking made it easier for Bradley. That way he couldnât see his pity. He shifted in his seat. âIâd rather we talk about it now anyway, that way it isnât hanging over our heads on vacation and whatnot.âÂ
The fact that Bradley thought you were keeping something else from him didnât need to be brought up yet. He wouldnât even be able to put it into words, it was just a gut feeling at this point. You just seemed a little off. The egg whites, the boxy oxfords, the chocolate cake.
There was hesitancy in Mavâs voice when he spoke next. âSo, you looking to get engaged soon? Itâs been what? A year?â
âAlmost, yeah. But uhh no, no.â The denial was firm in his voice. âProbably still a year off at least. Itâs gonna happen - we both want it to - but thereâs no need to rush it. Iâm excited for it to be just the two of us for a little while, you know in the house and everything.â
âGood, good,â he sounded pleased, âyou two have a good thing going, I wouldnât want -â
â- Weâre not going to have kids until Iâm out of the Navy.â Bradley said the words in a rush and he really hoped Maverick would ignore how thick his voice sounded.Â
But of course he didnât. Maverick snapped his eyes over to meet Bradleyâs, but he was suddenly focused on a loose thread on the upholstery. Shit. Why had he said that?
âOh.â It was a long time before either of them spoke again. Bradley finished half his beer. âIs that your idea or hers?â
âItâs both of ours.â Bradley winced realizing how defensive he sounded. âWell, I kind of brought it up first, but she was the one who said weâd wait.â
âAnd youâre okay with that?â Bradley nodded. âJesus, Bradley, youâll be at least forty by the time -â
â- Forty-two.âÂ
Maverick looked sad and Bradley hated it. Because he knew, without Bradley even having to spell it out why you were going to wait. Because Maverick had been there. Because Maverick had held Bradleyâs mom as she cried on too many occasions to count. Because Maverick had taken Bradley to all the father/son events in the place of his own father. Because Bradley realized, as he had gotten older, that Maverick thought it was his fault that Bradley grew up without a father.Â
âListen, we both know that a million things can happen between now and then and maybe the timing will be all wrong, but we want to wait. If it gives either of us the slightest peace of mind, weâre going to try and wait.â
The silence was heavy this time around.Â
âWell, I guess itâs good youâre talking about it now - even if I donât entirely agree with it. You should be enjoying your life together, not waiting aroundâŠâ Maverick seemed to think better of what he was saying and took a sip of his beer. A beat passed until he spoke again. âAlso reminds me of some stuff I wanted to talk to you about.â
âOh?â
Maverick waved him off. âIt can wait until after your trip. Just some estate planning and whatnot, I know the four of us are in a really good place, so figured it was a good time.â
Estate planning? The four of us? The whole family was involved? Bradleyâs curiosity was most definitely piqued.Â
âOh, err yeah, sounds good -â
âItâs nothing bad - promise!â he quickly backpedaled, âMore paperwork than anything -â
âWhatâre you ladies gossiping about?â Amelia breezed onto the patio and messed up Bradleyâs hair before she plopped down on the other end of the sofa. Naturally, he in turn had to elbow her in the side. Not hard, mind you, but hard enough for her to kick him back.Â
âWe were actually just talking about the dance coming up next Friday,â Maverick replied smoothly and Bradley stifled a snort. Since when had he become such a good liar? Regardless, Amelia preened. âI was just about to tell Bradley about your dateâŠâ
âWhat?!â Bradley exclaimed.
Amelia pouted, clearly put off that it had been brought up in front of him. He liked Amelia, he was protective of her, fucking shoot him. âMav likes him!â
Maverick slightly cowed under Bradley and Ameliaâs stares. âHeâs nice, theyâre on the debate team together.â
âDebate team?!â Alright, now he was putting it on a little bit, but as someone who had also been on the debate team in high school, Bradley knew that those guys were also smart, which generally meant they were way more trouble than the typical jocks.
Clearly misconstruing his comment, Amelia frowned. âListen, I know you were rocking the middle part and puka shell necklace when you were on the debate team, but itâs cool nowâŠâ
âPuka shell necklace?â your voice chimed in from the doorway. âPete never mentioned that when he was telling me of your high school heroics.â
Bradleyâs cheeks colored. âYeah, well, it was the late 90s and I thought Pacey Witter was cool.â
âThe 1990s!â Amelia feigned hysterics and got a chuckle out of you and Maverick. âNext youâre going to be talking about where you were on 9/11 -â
âI was in kindergarten, we couldnât go outside for recess,â you teased.
You sat yourself between Bradley and Amelia on the sofa and he threw his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer. He knew youâd get cold soon, but didnât want you to run inside to get your jacket or a sweatshirt just yet - he just wanted you beside him. Plus, there was also the fear that youâd get one of Maverickâs sweatshirts from inside if you forwent your jean jacket and that just wouldnât do.
Amelia groaned, but still turned her attention back on you. âOkay, but you were definitely Joey Potter, breaking hearts left and right. No debate captains for you.â She stuck her tongue out at Bradley for good measure.
âHa, I wish. No, I was actually kind of lame in high school, very angsty.â Bradley knew why, but Maverick and the Benjamins were still in the dark.
âReally?â Amelia frowned.Â
It was easy to understand her confusion since you were just about the coolest person she knew - her words. Amelia had told Bradley so the first night heâd brought you over for dinner. Can you ask her where she got her sneakers? A couple weeks later, you and Bradley had gotten Amelia the very same sneakers for her birthday. She always blushed when you wore them at the same time.
So, the next words out of your mouth clearly surprised her. âOh, yeah, I was knee deep in Mazzy Star and Vampire Weekend. The dark preppy vibe, if thatâs even a thing?â
âJesus, I wasnât even that bad.â Bradley squeezed your shoulder and got a smile out of you with his teasing.
Maverick and Penny were talking off on their own, so you turned your full attention towards Amelia. âI was in a car accident my junior year of high school. Kind of set me back with school and then - well, private school kids are kind of vicious soâŠâÂ
âWhat happened? Sorry - that was -â
â- Itâs oka -,â you started to say, then seemed to think better of it. Because nothing about that night had been okay. âI was in a car with someone and we got t-boned. I got pretty banged up, broke my right arm and leg. It seemed like I had a perpetual concussion for the next six months. He just broke his arm,â you finished wryly.Â
He.Â
He just broke his arm.
Bradley pursed his lips at the mention of Teddy Cavanaugh. Fucking prick. To say youâd gotten pretty banged up was putting it way too mildly. Thinking about it again made him just as upset as it had that night all those months ago on your fourth date when youâd told him the entire story.Â
And more recently, Bradley had had the unfortunate experience of meeting Teddy over Thanksgiving when Bradley had played golf with your dad one afternoon up in Berkeley. As a rule, Bradley tried not to hate people on sight - at least not anymore.Â
But god, he really fucking hated Teddy Cavanaugh. He wanted to fucking deck him on the first tee at Claremont Country Club. He wanted to slam his nine-iron into the Porsche 911 he was driving. And Bradley was pretty sure your dad did too.Â
It was such a cunty move to get the same car.
Plus, what self respecting twenty-nine year old still went by Teddy anyway?
But the truth of what happened that night wasnât exactly appropriate for a post dinner conversation, nevermind the fact that Amelia was only a year younger than you had been that night.Â
The realization made Bradley freeze.Â
You had only been a year older than Amelia when it happened. Amelia, who still slept with the stuffed cow her grandparents had gotten her for her sixth birthday. Amelia, who still played with her American Girl Dolls when she didnât get invited to a friendâs house on Friday nights. Amelia, who still made Bradley a new welcome home banner after every deployment. Amelia, who still huffed whenever Bradley ruffled her hair as a hello. Amelia, who Bradley promised heâd teach how to drive that spring.
You were Amelia. You had been that young, that sweet, that trusting and Teddy Cavanaugh had thrown it all back in your face.
Bradley could feel his chest tighten, even as he ignored the chatter around him. Maverick and Penny had joined in whatever conversation you were now having with Amelia, but all Bradley could do was sit there.Â
Without a word, he pulled you closer, so you were bundled up in his arms. It was still proper enough in front of his family, but he needed to have you close. Your legs were plastered together alongside Bradleyâs right side and you burrowed yourself under the arm he draped across your shoulders.Â
Everything was right as it should be. Bradley was with his family, Bradley was with you, here. Not on a carrier in the middle of the Pacific or the passenger seat of Mr. Cavanaughâs Porsche.Â
Here. And nothing bad was going to happen here. Â
Soon, the conversation changed to whichever HBO show Amelia and Maverick were excited to watch later that night, while Penny went inside to get the dessert: sâmores.Â
ââYou need any help?â
Penny waved you off. âIâm all set, everythingâs already measured out.â
Once she was gone, Bradley pressed a light kiss to your shoulder and you shivered. ââYou getting cold, kid?â You nodded. ââYou want my sweatshirt?âÂ
âPlease?â
âIâve got one in the mudroom if -âÂ
âNo, itâs fine,â Bradley cut off Maverick, âshe can have mine.â
Quickly taking off his own sweatshirt and putting it over your head, Bradley didnât even have the time to linger on how pathetic he sounded. Who did Maverick think he was, offering to let Bradleyâs girlfriend borrow a sweatshirt? Didnât he realize Bradley was more than capable of taking care of you?
âThanks.â You smiled at him, now cozy and wrapped up in the still warm sweatshirt and Bradley nearly forgot why he had gotten so huffy in the first place. Nearly.Â
âSo,â Penny popped back out onto the patio with a heaping tray of marshmallows, a bowl of chocolate squares, and stacks of graham crackers, âwho wants sâmores?â
âMe, me!â Amelia called, pushing her way towards the tray and subsequently dishing out the marshmallow sticks.Â
Little shit gave Bradley the worst one, even knowing Maverick wouldnât have any and therefore didnât need one. As payback, he kept putting his marshmallow wherever Ameliaâs was. It meant that he didnât roast a single good marshmallow, but the glare she kept sending him was too funny to make him stop.Â
Eventually, after Bradley had to blow out yet another marshmallow - Oh, shit! Not again! - you took over sâmore duties. Just as well, really; yours were the best. You turned marshmallow roasting into an art form - a perfectly golden, gooey art form. While you didnât eat any with graham crackers, you did have one you roasted over the fire with the chocolate already stuffed in the marshmallow. You smiled at Bradleyâs shocked expression and then wordlessly made him three exactly like it.
All the while, you answered Pennyâs questions about how your dad and Mary were doing and when they were next coming down to San Diego and if they would want to get dinner with her and Pete, just the four of them? But when you started nodding off against Bradleyâs shoulder, he knew it was time for you both to head home.Â
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Mon, March 22, 1:43pm
How was your meeting?Â
it was fine, but ran over and i didnât get to have lunch before my one oâclock âčïž
At least have a snack or something, donât want you wasting away on me, kid.Â
i wonât! whatâre you up to?
Stopped by the base for a bit, saw the guys and then went to the gym.
I might get a haircut later.Â
you canât get a haircut without me! i donât trust you not to get it too short! plus i like it a little longerÂ
Oh yeah?Â
i like when it gets curly at the ends, itâs always really soft too. can you wait till after the trip? please bradley please?
Fine, but only because you begged meâŠ
iâll make it up to you later, promise and i did not beg youâŠ
Or you could make it up to me now?
Is the office busy today?
no itâs pretty quiet
You wore that navy skirt, right?
yeah with my white silk blouseÂ
Whatâd you wear underneath it?
bradley! i donât know, boring underwear?Â
You wanna show me? Just to check?
you can see when i get home, iâll even try and sneak out a little earlyÂ
Wanna see now
Show me
fine, just give me a sec. iâll go to the bathroomÂ
No
At your desk
Now
bradley!
Sweetheart Iâm aching
[image: Mr. 7.5 Gs]
fuck holy shit bubs what were you doing before you texted me?
Jerking off, Iâm bored
charming
Wanna be inside you
fuck bradley wish i was home to take care of you god youâre so pretty hold on
Keep thinking about you in your office, acting all proper and then Iâd barge in and fuck you on that fancy desk of yours
[image: miss âthe one day iâm wearing plain underwearâ]
God such a good girl for me
Are you wet
mmmm getting there this is so hot unless i get fired
Iâd bend you over
Take you from behind
Youâre always tighter that way
[Sent with Siri]
bradley
Need your mouth on me
Iâd make you get on your knees and suck me off in front of the window
Fuck your throat
[Sent with Siri]Â
bradley youâre not playing fair
No youâre not
Need more pictures of you
[Sent with Siri]
What do you want me to do? [Sent with Siri]
Shove your fingers up your cunt
Knuckle deep
[Sent with Siri]
Iâd have to use three to feel like yours [Sent with Siri]
Need a video need to hear you too
[Sent with Siri]
[for bradleyâs eyes only.mov]
Fuck youâre fucking gorgeous like thatÂ
Always do just what I askÂ
Fuck I need you so badÂ
[Sent with Siri]
Need you too fuck [Sent with Siri] i canât believe you got me to do that at work
When are you coming home?Â
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There was something up with you. The thought kept running through Bradleyâs head Tuesday evening while he was on his run.
Bradley would never have described you as skittish, but thatâs how you had been acting over the last couple days. You were still affectionate and kind and you. And had told him countless times how much you loved him and how happy you were that he was home.Â
So, it had to be a physical thing. You were guarded whenever he touched you - whether you were being sexually intimate or he had just grabbed your waist to cuddle you closer on the couch or in bed. It was always your waist or stomach area, really. That was the hot spot.
At first, Bradley thought heâd been too rough with you that first time back, but he knew you trusted him enough to tell him if that was the case, so that was out. Plus, later that morning when you were riding him, youâd asked him to grab your hips so hard heâd leave behind marks. You liked whenever he marked you - and he liked whenever you marked him. And you werenât shying away from sex with him, not at all. In fact, you were pretty insatiable.
Then, heâd thought you might have hurt yourself while he had been gone and had a scar or something that you hadnât wanted him to see? But your skin was free of new blemishes, baring the zit on your cheek youâd been complaining about since Saturday night.Â
At one point, Bradley had even contemplated that you might be pregnant. He had been gone for three months, an entire first trimester. But something about the theory didnât sit right with him.Â
First, you wouldâve fucking told him on Friday night, especially after you both talked about waiting to have kids and how you were on the same page. Because Bradley wasnât dying in an F-18 with a family at home.Â
Then, there was the fact that you had an IUD and the possibility of getting pregnant on an IUD was even less than on the pill (<1% a year - heâd looked it up). And finally, youâd be showing by now, even if only a little bump. But now that he thought about it, in all the days that heâd been home and all the times youâd had sex, Bradley had only seen you completely naked once. One or both of you were always partially clothed. And he would have noticed - right? Your boobs were definitely bigger, but it wasnât - that wasnât it, no, he was sure you werenât pregnant.
It had to be something about your body, your stomach in particular. Because you were still affectionate, still wanted him, were still relatively yourself, your boobs looked great, and you loved him. So, why did you practically jump out of your skin whenever Bradleyâs hand grazed your stomach?Â
He would give you until Friday to tell him on your own before he asked. That would be a week from when heâd gotten home, more than enough time. Plus, maybe being on vacation would get you to open up a bit?Â
Because this just wasnât you. You didnât really keep any secrets from Bradley. He wouldnât be so naive to say that he knew everything about you, but in general you were honest with him. Was there a hint in one of your emails? Some little detail he had glossed over in his haste to read any scrap of news from you, in your voice? Bradley had read all of them at least three times, some even more, but maybe he had missed something?
The run heâd gone on to clear his head left the problem no more clear than when heâd set off forty-five minutes ago. He ran up the back steps to the mudroom and toed off his sneakers before heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. Youâd be home soon, he needed to start dinner.
Last night, youâd marinated some steak tips and made some rice pilaf, while Bradley roasted some vegetables. There was plenty of leftover steak for dinner tonight, he just had to decide what to make with it. Taking a peek in the fridge, he took a quick inventory of anything youâd need to finish before leaving Thursday morning. A couple peppers laid in the crisper along with an eggplant, which stumped him as neither of you liked eggplant. He could do steak fajitas with those? There were always fresh tortillas around. Content with his plan, Bradley grabbed a bottle of Pellegrino from the side door and poured himself a glass.Â
As he put the bottle back, his eyes landed on the chocolate cake, perfectly ensconced in glass snapware, on the top shelf. How the hell was there still leftover chocolate cake? In addition to what youâd had Friday night, the two of you had had some for breakfast Sunday morning - well, Bradley had had some for breakfast Sunday morning and youâd let him feed you a couple bites. He shut the fridge door with a little more force than necessary and started prepping the peppers and onions.Â
You loved chocolate cake. And youâd worked so hard on it. Why the fuck werenât you eating it? Plus, now that he really thought about it, youâd barely had a sâmore at Maverick and Pennyâs and instead kept yourself occupied by lovingly making Bradleyâs for him. And then there were the egg whites.
It would be a lie to say that none of it had seemed off at the time, but looking at all the incidents together just showed how truly off things were. And then coupled with how off you were with other things like your clothes and stomach - oh.Â
No way. No fucking way. That could not be it.Â
No, no. You couldnât be worried about how -Â
Just as he was finishing up the peppers to go along with the onions heâd already prepped, Bradley heard the back door open.
âBubs?â you called out, âIâm home!â
âHey!âÂ
âHow was your run?â
Bradley quickly washed his hands and went over to meet you in the mudroom. And there you were, looking polished and professional in a black tweed, sleeveless dress that he hadnât gotten a glimpse at before youâd left for work that morning, thanks to the blazer youâd thrown over it. The bodice of the dress was decorated with what he hoped were functional gold buttons that were just begging to be ripped open. And to top it off, you were wearing semi sheer black tights and those black slingbacks he liked so much.Â
Actually, you were leaning against the wall trying to unbuckle those slingbacks he liked so much. But all Bradley could focus on as you asked him about his afternoon was the curve of your hip and the fact that your breasts looked unreal in that dress.
His pretty girlfriend. His pretty girlfriend who looked so smart and absolutely fuckable right now. His. His. His. His -
You stopped trying to take off your shoes and shot him a questioning look as you approached. âBradley?â
âSorry, I uhh - yeah, it was fine. Saw the Thompsons finished their patio - is that a new dress?â His fingers idly brushed against the fabric and you froze.Â
âOh, uh, no. Iâve had it for a while. Since the move, Iâve been going through my clothes trying to see what I actually wear and - I know itâs a little small now, it keeps riding up my hips a bit, but I still think it looks nice on topâŠâ You ventured out of the mudroom. âDoes it look bad?â
No, it very much did not look bad on you. It was definitely tighter than anything you normally wore to work, but it looked good. And weary from the work day with your hair a little mussed and the dress a bit askew from when you tried to take off your shoes, you looked absolutely divine and Bradley had to have you immediately.Â
âNo! Iâm just,â he goaded you further into the kitchen, âsurprised you wore it to work - in a good way!âÂ
The shy look on your face gradually slipped away and you crowded into Bradleyâs space. âIn a good way, huh?â
His hands found their way to your waist and he waited for a reaction from you. Getting nothing but a smile, his thumbs rubbed circles along your hips and he brought you chest to chest.Â
âI gotta ask, though?â You hummed. âDo these really work?â He dragged his fingers up and down the front of your dress, spending the slightest bit more time along the square neckline and your breasts.
âAnd what if they did?â
Bradley groaned your name and rested his forehead against yours. âThen Iâd have to unbutton every last one of them right now.â
You kissed his neck, paying no mind to the stubble he had been growing since Friday night. If youâd asked, he would shave it in a second, but you loved the roughness against your neck and inner thighs. As your lips kept up their targeted attack on his neck and jawline, your right hand slid between your bodies to palm his cock through his athletic shorts.Â
âBut if you did that, then youâd have to take me right hereâŠâ
Barely a beat passed before Bradley grabbed your hips and plopped you down on the kitchen table. It shook under your weight. Your chest was heaving at the sudden action, in turn drawing his attention to your breasts and those tempting buttons. They reminded him of the ones on his old Naval dress coat from Oceana.Â
âLemme help you out there.âÂ
His nimble fingers made quick work of the four brass buttons that revealed your black lace bra. Out of the corner of his eye, he could tell you were pleased he didnât tear off any of the buttons. Knowing you, his spoiled, prissy girlfriend, the dress was probably expensive. Good.
Next, Bradley pushed the wide straps over your shoulders, leaving your black lace bra as his final impediment. âSo pretty,â he muttered into your chest. Your head tipped back and you pulled him closer, deeper.
âYou didnât send me any texts today,â you barely got the words out as Bradley made quick work popping one of your breasts, then the other, out of your bra. It was technically a lie; he had texted you, but it had been a do you know where my Theragun is text, not a show me your pussy right now text. âI even wore pretty underwear for you.â
Bradley tutted against your left breast. âGuess I have to make it up to you now.âÂ
His mouth latched onto your nipple and he needled the little nub with his tongue. You carded your fingers through his hair and gave the ends the slightest little tug.Â
âThought about you all day, bubs,â you whispered the words against Bradleyâs ear before nipping at the lobe.Â
âYeah?â Granted, if you kept rutting against each other like this, heâd probably cum in his shorts - there really wasnât a lot of substance to the running shorts he was wearing - but god. He needed to sink inside you.Â
Today was the first time since heâd gotten home that you hadnât fucked in the morning. You had had to hustle out of the house for an early meeting and even Bradley had an eight-thirty physical at the Naval Medical Center. There had barely been time for a heated makeout against the refrigerator - to say nothing of a good fuck - before youâd left with your lip gloss slightly mussed.
âWouldâve come home sooner if I knew you were wearing these fucking shorts.â You slipped your hand under the waistband of his compression shorts that were borderline painful at this point and grabbed his cock with an expert touch.Â
âFuckâŠâ Bradley allowed your touches to go on for a few more moments before he pulled back, knowing heâd spend in your hand if you kept this up. âHold on.â You pulled your hand back and he yanked his t-shirt off over his head and threw it on the breakfast bench. Your hands crept across his chest before they eventually rested on his shoulders.Â
But now it was Bradleyâs turn to touch you. Your tights felt particularly soft beneath his hands as he inched higher and higher up your thighs. He loved when you wore stuff like this, so prim and proper. Especially when you got all squirmy beneath him. Cheeky little thing. The heat was pouring off you where Bradley was touching you between your thighs, even though your underwear and tights. Your arms wound around his neck to pull him closer and press your lips to his in a bruising kiss. God, he could kiss you for hours; he never tired of it.
âBradleyâŠâ you sighed through his ministrations. âMore, bubs.âÂ
He smiled, of course, anything for you. Anything to be inside you. But first, he had to ask: âThese the thick ones?â You froze under him. âThe tights? The thick tights? Like from Thanksgiving?âÂ
They had a more formal name, but he was focused on other things at the moment, namely if he could rip a hole in them to get to you faster. Over Thanksgiving, heâd found out the hard way that your tights were often rip resistant. Which really put a damper on a portion of your wine cellar escapades.Â
âOh?â The furrow between your eyebrows disappeared. âOh! The tights! No, no, theyâre cheap ones from J Crew or something.â
Good. Then he wasnât going to apologize for what he was about to do. Because Bradley had to fuck you, he had to be inside you right now. Something about you and being off and those tights and that dress and his run and the subsequent endorphin rush.Â
He had to have you.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Bradley tugged at the seam of your tights and ripped a hole in them large enough for his hands - and his dick - to poke through. You sighed when he broke through the nylon and slid your panties to the side to circle your clit with his thumb.
âSo good,â he muttered reverently.Â
God, what a pretty picture you made. Dress rucked up around your stomach, chest bare, and pretty pussy on display just for him.Â
âMore, please, Bradley.â You whimpered while he teased you with one finger, then two. âAnything. Need it - you.â
âYou get stressed out at work today?â You nodded and then burrowed your head against his neck, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. âPoor thing, da - Iâll take care of you, yeah. Make you forget.âÂ
Bradley thrusted his fingers deeper inside you, crooking them just slightly so youâd buck up against him. You bit his neck when he tweaked his fingers just right. There you go, just a little more and youâd be ready for him. God, he was aching. He couldnât fathom teasing you anymore. He needed you, now.Â
âJust need to slip inside you, sweetheart. You made it so perfect for me.â Wet. Hot. Tight. Perfect. His. âThere we go, just like that, good girl.â Bradley took a moment to line his cock up and slid inside you in one motion. âFuck,â he punctuated the word with your name, âgood?â
âYes, yes.âÂ
You got into a steady rhythm that kept increasing. The table creaked under your combined weight and had anything been on it, it surely wouldâve toppled over by now.Â
You tightened around his cock and met his hips thrust for thrust. A wave of heat swept over Bradleyâs body and he could feel you slipping deeper into a lustful haze. Knowing he was also close and would be near useless in moments, he hiked your left leg higher up on his hip so your heel was digging into the back of his thigh, anchoring you to him.Â
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â Bradley said mindlessly.Â
Your faces were so close, you were breathing each otherâs air, stealing the wordâs off the otherâs lips. Yours and mine are the same. You cried out suddenly and snapped your eyes up to meet Bradleyâs brown ones. God, you were beautiful. You both were beautiful. This was beautiful. Being together like this was beautiful. It was wet and loud and messy, but it was beautiful.Â
Everything about it.
ââm so close,â he finished with your name on his lips like a plea. âWanna wait for you.â
âDonât, âll be right there.â
His thrusts eventually got sloppier and slower, but he could still feel you clenching around him as he spent himself inside you.Â
âFuck,â he panted your name. âThatâs it, thatâs it.â
ââs full, bubs.â Your nails dug into his shoulder, centering him so he could turn the focus back on you.
All he needed was a few more shallow thrusts and a punch of your clit to get you there alongside him. You came with a cry, utterly spent, but sated.Â
Your legs relaxed their hold against his thighs, but you didnât totally release him. Meanwhile, he pressed kisses across your cheeks and lips, before finding himself notched along your neck.Â
âThere you go, good girl. Did such a good job, huh. So beautiful.â
It was quiet between the two of you for a few moments, all Bradley could hear was your breaths panting against his cheek, while your index finger moved lazily across his shoulder blade. But then you started shaking.Â
And at first he thought it was from being overstimulated until he realized you were shaking from silent giggles. Bradley picked his head up from where it was buried in your neck and leveled you with a look that had you properly bursting into laughter. He wanted to make some smart comment, something cheeky, but the gorgeous smile on your face had him losing his feigned stoicism and he started laughing right alongside you.Â
âSo,â you said after your laughter subsided, âwhatâs for dinner, bubs?â
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The following morning, Bradley poked his head into the dining room where youâd made up your office for the day. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask why you werenât using the office upstairs, but he held back. He liked that you were downstairs, he liked that you were close to him.Â
Of course heâd seen you work from home before. But there was something about seeing you holding meetings and taking calls for the first time in your home that made him smile.Â
And though you were taking a half day to prepare for leaving tomorrow, Bradley knew youâd be checking your email and Slack for the rest of the afternoon before officially logging off for the next 10 days.Â
10 days in Punta Mita - just the two of you, no distractions, no emails, no training runs, nothing but the sun, sea, sustenance, sleep, and sex.Â
Just you and me, kid.
Bradley inched further into the room and leaned against the doorframe. âIâm gonna go for a run, but should be back for lunch.â
You took out your Airpods before responding. âSounds good, how much are you thinking?â
âProbably a quick 10k?â It had been ages since Bradley had run his usual route through Balboa Park, so these last few days had been a treat.
ââA quick 10k,â he says. I should be done by the time you get back?â He nodded. âWe can have lunch and then Iâll head out on my errands.â
Errands? âOh? I didnât know you were going out?â
You sat up straighter and fully focused on him. âYeah, I have to get my nails done and then have to pick up a couple things - like your special sunscreen...â
âCan I come?â he asked, completely ignoring the sunscreen comment. It wasnât special per se, it was just high SPF since he burned easily.Â
âReally?â You sounded surprised. âItâll be pretty boring.â
âNo, I wanna come with you.â I wanna spend time with you.Â
A bashful smile appeared on your face. âOkay, Iâm trying a new salon.â
âDitching your old stomping grounds?â Bradley asked, referencing your old neighborhood near Gaslamp.Â
You nodded your head. âFigured Iâd try someplace around here, but the only one that looks promising is way up on 30th?â
âI think we can make due with that,â he pecked your cheek, âalright, Iâll see you in a bit, kid. Donât work too hard.â
âHar, har, see you soon.â
Bradley shot you a wink and set off. Who knew, maybe heâd set a new PR in his haste to get back home to you?
And sure enough, after his quick 10k through Balboa Park and the surrounding neighborhood, Bradley bounded up the back steps and quickly disposed of his sneakers and his sweat stained grey t-shirt on the mudroom floor. It had been stupid to even wear one in the first place, heâd had to tuck it into his waistband before he hit the first half mile.Â
âNew personal record!âÂ
Your face lit up with a smile as Bradley came into the dining room. âSee, now, how do I know you just didnât milk a 3 mile run or something?â
He rolled his eyes and gestured down at his torso, which was gleaming with sweat, even in the soft mid-day lighting currently cloaking the dining room, and showed you his running app for good measure. âDoes this look like I milked it?â
âCome âere.â You held your arms out.
âIâm all sweaty, kidâŠâ
âNope, donât care, please?â
Hey, if you werenât going to complain that Bradley was too sweaty or smelled, then he wasnât about to put you off. He wrapped his arms around you over the back of the chair and put his chin on the top of your head.
âYou know, if you like the scent of someoneâs sweat that means youâre soulmatesâŠâÂ
âIs that right?â You sounded amused.
Bradley burrowed his face in your neck, forcing a giggle out of you even before he pressed butterfly kisses everywhere. âMmmhhmm, yup. You always smell perfect.âÂ
âThatâs just my perfume!âÂ
âNope, just you kid.âÂ
Bradley could feel you relax and let out a sigh. The two of you sat there in silence for a moment, content to just be with each other, until your Mac dinged with an Outlook notification. You stretched your arms out in front of you to reply to the email, but Bradley didnât let you go. As he watched you type out a response to your coworker about if ESG investments were just virtue signaling or not, his eyes caught a glint of gold on your wrist.
âYou really wear that bracelet everyday, huh?â
You turned your head to look up at him and he was pleased to note you looked incredibly flustered. âOf course I do. You got it for me.â
The matter of fact way you responded had him blushing. âGuess Iâll have to get you the necklace for your birthdayâŠâ
âYou better not!â He just kissed your cheek. âBradley, Iâm serious! Thatâs too much - especially for just a birthday.â
âThen Iâll get it for you for our anniversary.â
âBubsâŠâ You were pouting now and it only made him want to get you the necklace more. âItâs too expensive for something like that; I looked it up online.â
âYouâre no fun.âÂ
And so he would continue to be denied the pleasure of seeing you in the matching jewelry - at least until he wore you down. You did have a point, though - the necklace was almost twice as much as the bracelet. But then again, you bought Bradley little (and not so little) things all the time?
Idly, he recalled the jibe he had ignored from Hangman the other day regarding his leave: not all of us have rich girlfriends to take us on two week vacations. Bradleyâs reply that it was only for ten days, not two weeks hadnât exactly done him any favors.Â
But it was a points game! It was practically free. (He knew it wasnât, butâŠ) And you were going dutch for all the incidentals and room charges. It was going to be perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.Â
Ten glorious days of no work, no distractions, just the two of you.Â
You turned around in your chair so you were properly facing him. âDo you want to get lunch out? Make an afternoon of it? We donât really have much in the fridge, so itâs either lunch or dinner out and I know you still have to pack.â
A smile crept across his face and he kissed your nose. âIâd love to go to lunch with you. You sure you wonât get sick of me? All this one on one time?â
You just shook your head. âNope, not that easily. Well, unless you sit next to me at the salon, Iâm not very chatty while Iâm getting a pedicure.â
âWoah, woah.â Bradley held his hands up and you grabbed one to examine it. âSince when am I getting my nails done?â
âYouâre getting a pedicure at the very least. I donât want to have to look at your weird feet on the beach all week.âÂ
âOh-ho, now youâve done it.âÂ
He bundled you up in his arms and started tickling your sides. That was your sweet spot. And hopefully if he was tickling you, youâd forget to be jumpy when he touched you there. He hadnât forgotten about that.
âBradley! Bradley,â you giggled. âOkay, okay, Iâm kidding, Iâm kidding. No pedicure.â
But Bradley did end up getting a pedicure, even if it only entailed getting his feet buffed. If pressed, he would say it was because he wanted to sit in the massage chair and the nail tech told him he could only sit in the chair if he was getting his nails done. That was the only reason why. It wasnât because of how pretty you looked while you were smiling at him out of the corner of his eye, like you couldnât believe he was really there. Â
Absolutely not.
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âDo you need any help packing?âÂ
Bradley nodded, he hoped he didnât look too sheepish. At thirty-six years old, he absolutely could pack his own clothes, but he liked when you fussed over him and made sure your clothing was complementary to each other. It was sweet. Plus, you always packed stuff he hadnât thought to bring or wear together.
The two of you were a well oiled machine. Bradley would roll his underwear, pajamas, and gym clothes into his packing cubes while you helped pick out his bathing suits and later his dinner and day clothes. To his great surprise, you managed to fit all his clothes - for ten days, mind you - into his Samsonite carryon. His toiletries and extra pair of shoes and other incidentals would go in his backpack.
Once his suitcase was zipped up and ready to go, Bradley nodded towards your Rimowa stashed by the bedroom door. ââYou need any help? You donât normally check?â
You normally lived by the carry-on rule, so it seemed out of character for you to check a full-size bag. Which, of course, wasnât the first thing that seemed out of character for you since Bradley had gotten home. But he promised himself heâd wait until you came to him with your problem. Or till Friday.
âOh, uhh, yeah, I guess I just have more stuff this time.â You shook your head. âI packed earlier while you were taking a nap, but thanks.â
He clicked his tongue. âGuess itâll be a surprise then.â
âHmmm, Iâll let you see my shoes?â
Bradley sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his elbows. âYouâd do that? For me?â
You giggled and then mimicked his pose on the bed, except you made sure to snuggle up next to him, all earlier awkwardness gone. âIâd do anything for you actually.â
âSap.â He kissed you.Â
âNerd.â You kissed him.Â
âSee, now youâre killing the vibe,â he teased. You giggled and kissed his shoulder through his t-shirt. âYou ready for tomorrow?â You nodded. âYouâre not gonna get sick of me, right?â
You shook your head. âNever, even if you are a nerd who gets pedicures -â
â- I was coerced! The massage chair!â You giggled. âAlright, alright, walk me through tomorrow.â
At this point, Bradley was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, while you were tucked under his arm, peering up at him.Â
âWe should leave by six if our flightâs at eight forty-five, especially if we want to go to the lounge beforehand. Itâs spring break-ish and Iâm not sure if itâll be crazy in the terminal, so the lounge might be a good idea.â
âGot it, United lounge for breakfast, good.âÂ
âFlightâs like three hours.â
âMmmmm, perfect for a nap.â
You chuckled. âI think we get in around one oâclock with the time difference and everything. The hotelâs sending a car and then itâs like an hour drive to Punta Mita.â
âSo, if we play our cards right, we could be on the beach by three-o-one?â
âOh, for sure,â you feigned seriousness, âIf anyone can, itâs the two of us.â
And ainât that the truth? Bradley held his hand up for a high five, which you heartily returned. âNice job, kid. Itâs gonna be great.â
Ten days. You and Bradley at some tony resort in Mexico. No cares, no worries for ten whole days. Fucking perfect.Â
Everything was going to be perfect.
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If at all possible, in the three months that he had been gone, Bradley had gotten even more handsome.Â
Sure, youâd seen a grainy image of him every two or so weeks over Facetime and had noticed him mentioning going to the gym a lot on the carrier. Youâd known he was going to look different. His hair was going to be longer and blonder and his skin darker. He was still your Bradley and you loved him all the same.Â
But seeing him on the 16 inch screen of your Macbook compared to all six foot one inches of Bradley Bradshaw in person was an eye opener.Â
Because you hadnât been prepared for how it made you feel in comparison. Because he was so strong and fit and beautiful - and you didnât think you were any of those things. Not anymore at least. Not after what happened.
Not after how often youâd been skipping pilates to spend some extra time in the office or all the meals youâd eaten on the go or out with clients. You should have taken your motherâs words to heart at lunch two weeks ago when she had told you to watch your figure, boys like Bradley are used to certain standards.Â
That afternoon when youâd gotten back to your apartment, youâd gone straight to your walk-in closet and scrutinized every inch of your body in the full length mirror.Â
Certain standards.
Why did you let her get in your head? Why did you let any of it get in your head? It wasnât true, it wasnât true. None of it was true.Â
Certain standards.Â
And then, when you finally picked Bradley up on that cloudy, late March day, you wore an oxford of his and a pair of baggy jeans. You still looked cute, you still looked like you put in an effort, but you didnât look as dolled up as some of the other wives and girlfriends and partners and maybe you should have? Maybe you should have worn a cute little sundress and forgotten your underwear or some other ridiculous thing? Let him fuck you in the back of the car right in the middle of the parking lot?Â
That wasnât you, though. That wasnât either of you.
But Bradley loved you. He had told you in about 159 different ways (re. emails) while he was gone. He loved you, he wanted you, he was going to live with you, build a life with you. You knew he loved you no matter what you looked like.Â
Certain standards.
But when he fucked you softly and slowly that first morning back - only after originally falling asleep on you, which you tried not to be too upset about - and you told him how much you loved him and missed him, you did so with the lights completely off and with your chemise on before snuggling in his arms.Â
It was stupid. The entire thing was stupid. You knew that. And you knew youâd feel this way until you confronted Bradley and he ultimately proved you wrong. But doing that wouldnât fully stop those feelings from brewing inside you either.Â
And yeah, for the first few days youâd been too caught up in the ecstasy of him finally being home - in the home that you two finally shared - to really give it much thought. But tomorrow you were going on a ten day long beach vacation to Mexico and you couldnât help but toss and turn all night wondering if you were up to certain standards.Â
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a/n: oops! this was super long, sorry! but there's such an interesting story here and i'm so excited to show how it'll unfold in the next chapter when they're in mexico!
tagging a couple people: @sometimesanalice @withahappyrefrain @cherrycola27 @notroosterbradshaw @gigisimsonmars @pisupsala @dissonannce @laracrofted @heartsofminds @briseisgone
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i'll look after you (bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader)
word count: ~1.3k
synposis: "don't think, just do," was a challenging mentality to live by. but bradley quickly finds there is a balance to be had between thinking and doing.
warnings: allusions to anxiety, work abuse, overthinking
a/n: another hurt/comfort, who's surprised? this has been sitting in my drafts with an unfinished smut ending for a month but iâm electing to post without it as iâm not confident in my ~other~ writing abilities yet.. enjoy!
It was rare that the Navy ever let its aviators off early for the day; even more so for the elite members of Top Gun. Yet, with the clock barely stroking past a sunny four, Bradley was reclined on the sofa with a beer in hand. The house was spotless thanks to a shared cleaning spree the day prior. Nothing could have made for a more perfect turn of events.
But Bradley was pondering on the few texts he'd received that day. They were void of any of the color and character he was used to. None of the words exaggerated their spelling, and periods punctuated every short sentence. Everyone had once remarked him as a chronic overthinker both in the air and on the ground. It was easy to dismiss the gnawing he felt in his gut as the remnants of that mentality.
So, he cracked a Heineken and let himself indulge in uncommon solitude. The flat screen played his favorite drama to placate his mind. A subtle hunger led to perusing online menus for takeout ideas. Every little bit of stimulation was a welcome distraction from his pompous presumptions.
And then he heard it: the abrupt slam of a car door. Fumbling footsteps made their way to the front stoop followed by a clamoring of keys against the painted wood. Bradley grinned as he awaited the arrival, even through the slight tug of worry in his chest.
He watched as you stumbled inside without care. Shaking hands hung up tightly gripped keys and those same fumbling feet kicked off their shoes in frustration. Your shoulders rose and fell sharply with every short breath.
Was I overthinking?
Bradley had yet to see your face, had yet to meet those eyes always bright with excitement. Your face remained tucked toward the wall with each passing second. Swallowing his hesitation, Bradley spoke over the TV. "Baby?"
Your body reacted in shock, jolting up as your head whipped around.
I wasn't.
Hot tears were rolling down your cheeks. Said cheeks were splotchy, proof that these tears were far from the first you'd shed that day. The bright eyes he adored were puffy and red. Their brightness now was not out of joy but sorrowful watering.
Bradley's heart clenched tightly. "Oh, angel," he cooed, hurrying to displace his Heineken to a coaster and mute the TV. You had little time and no energy left to fight his comfort. As your boyfriend stood before you with open arms, you crashed into them.
He wasted no time in embracing you. Sobs broke past your wobbling lips and muffled against his shoulder. "I've got you, babe," Bradley soothed. "I've got you, it's okay. Just let it out."
All you had ever wanted was for someone to support you whenever life put you through the wringer. Bradley felt it a great privilege to be that support, knowing you'd do nothing short of the same for him. He almost cursed himself for letting his insecurities derail his intuition for you, but dismissed the old habit of self-deprecation. Nothing mattered more in this moment than helping you get back on your feet.
"I- I didn't know, you'd be ho-home," you blubbered. The comment irked something in him. How long had you been coming home in a similar state, putting yourself together just in time for him to get home? Were there more despondent texts or other warning signals he hadn't picked up on?
Each hypothesis built a greater desire to look after you, and to follow up on any twinge of doubt he felt. He needed not only to think but to take action on what he thought. "Shh, none of that, baby. None of that. You can always let go around me, okay? 'Can always tell me what's bugging you."
The words lifted heaviness off of you little by little. You cried more at the safety you felt in his words. Bradley guided you, leaden-legged, to the couch. He sat first before gently tugging you atop his lap.
Warm palms rubbed against your cheeks to dry them. Warmer brown eyes sunk into yours, unconditional love seeping through every glint of gold. "Do you wanna talk about it now, or later?" Though not wanting to let your feelings fester, Bradley didn't desire to press you for answers.
He watched as you took in a steady breath and nodded slowly. "Work's just.. just been really frustrating." You sniffled before continuing with anecdotes of being overworked and underappreciated.
Bradley continued to rub softly at your skin as you spoke. His lips pressed assuring kisses to your temples at times you got too worked up to continue. He gave every ounce of care and attention he could to your stories as you vented them out.
You slumped forward in his hold as you finished with a heaving sigh. Another soft kiss was pressed to the crown of your head. "Thank you for telling me, baby." His hands took up rubbing up and down your arms to help ease any remaining tension.
Bradley wasn't sure what he could say or do to make any of this better for you, to help resolve your problems in one fell swoop so that you never had to feel this way again. At the same time, he wasn't sure that a fix-it attitude was what you wanted or needed.
Don't think, just do.
"I want you to know that you're amazing. You work your ass off in everything you do without any promise of reward, and that's really admirable." You lifted your head slightly to see him, to see the sincerity dripping from his praises. "But you deserve recognition for it. It's not fair that you're continually overlooked for fuckheads who don't do a fraction of the shit you do. And it's not fair that you're made to feel so much less than you're worth. I'd kick all their asses if I could." His empty threat broke a small giggle from your lips as grateful tears replaced those of frustration.
Bradley returned your smile with one of his own before resuming a serious tone. "You don't ever have to put on a show for me, okay? I want you to know you're safe to come to me with anything, even the littlest complaints that you write off as whining. Do you ever think I'm whining about Jake getting on my nerves? Or Maverick getting too tough with me in the air?"
"Sometimes."
"Okay, that wasn't the best example." You laughed again, louder this time, and Bradley felt his chest swell with pride. He leaned forward to catch your lips against his, softly, allowing you to take the reins. The kiss stayed soft and sweet as you melted against him. Soft breaths filled the space between you as you parted, resting foreheads against one another. "I'll always look after you, angel. Don't forget that." You nodded in agreement before kissing him once more.
"Thank you."
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Darkness [Bradley Bradshaw x Reader]
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Quickie | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 721
No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI
Warnings! teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v (use protection), semi-public I guess?, lmk if I missed anything
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Bradley had been eyeing you all night. You were wearing a new dress and besides a few chaste kisses, you had stayed away from him. Letting Natasha monopolize your attention. You knew what you were doing of course, laughing as Natasha spun you around to the song on the jukebox.
âLook at him, he looks like heâs about to break a tooth heâs clenching his jaw so hard,â Phoenix snorted out a laugh. She spun you around so you could see the man in question. He wasnât paying attention to the bar flies or the pool game in front of him. No, his eyes were on you. They were hungry and dark, his gaze burning your skin.
âIâm in so much trouble when we get home,â You giggled, excited for your punishment. What would it be? A spanking? Overstimulation? Edging? âIâm gonna go to the bathroom, grab another round for us?âÂ
âYou got it.â You headed for the bathroom, feeling Bradleyâs eyes on you. What you didnât realize was that he was right behind you until he had you lifted on top of the bathroom counter, the door locked behind you.
âSuch a fucking tease,â He kissed you hard, hands pushing your dress up around your hips. âYou wet for me, baby?âÂ
âAlways,â You moaned, fisting his hair as he kissed down your neck.Â
âWhat were you thinking, huh?â He nipped at your pulse and you moaned as he pushed your panties aside, sliding a finger into your wet heat. âWearing that dress, acting like you ainât got a boyfriend.âÂ
âLee!â You cried out when he suddenly added a second finger, roughly spreading you open for him.
âWho does this pussy belong to?â
âYou,â You moaned, not even trying to tease him. Bradley unbuckled his jeans, pushing them around his knees. You were so needy for him, already worked up from the idea of teasing him all night.
âThatâs right, this pussy is mine.â He thrust into you without warning, smothering your moans with a kiss. It had been worth spending the night away from him just to get him worked up like this. Honestly, you thought heâd have enough self control to wait until you were back home or at least in the car but you should have known better.
Bradley Bradshaw was a man of action.Â
Bradley set a punishing pace and it was clear, much to your disappointment, that your punishment had already begun. He was chasing his pleasure, not yours, his fingers gripping your hips so tight you knew theyâd bruise.Â
âAll fucking mine, donât you forget that.â Bradley growled into your ear, âDo you know how hard it was to watch every guy in this bar stare at you while you danced with Phoenix?âÂ
âLee, please,â You begged. Unable to take your hands off the counter to help push yourself over the edge without falling back into the mirror.
âNo,â Bradley bit your shoulder, marking his territory where every guy in the bar would be able to see it. âIâm going to fill my pussy up, fuck,â His hips jerked erratically, nearing his climax. âAnd youâre going to go back out there with my gum dripping down your thighs.âÂ
âFuck,â Your hips bucked, trying and failing to find delicious friction to push yourself over the edge with him. âPlease, Lee, Iâm sorry. I wonât leave your side, just let me cum.âÂ
Bradley wasnât listening to you, biting and sucking hickeys into your neck until he spilled inside of you with a grunt.Â
âI love you,â Bradley panted, kissing you softly. âSo much, baby.â You loved him, you really did, but you were too frustrated and horny to return the sentiment.
âNot your biggest fan right now,â You wiped away the tears in your eyes. Bradley sighed, helping you off the counter and fixing your dress.
âI love you,â He tried again, nudging your nose with his, eyes soft. âSo fucking much.â You groaned, wrapping your arms around him, relaxing into his broad chest.
âI love you too but what happened to the golden rule?â You referred to the rule where heâd always make you cum before he did. Bradley chuckled, kissing your temple.
âIâll make it up to you later, I promise. Now come on, I want everyone to see those pretty marks on your neck.â
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"You promised." Bradley's eyes filled with tears. He went to touch you, but you stumbled back, out of his reach. "I only asked you one thing. Not to break my heart. But you did it anyway. And with her."
"I never meant to hurt you," he said, the strain in his voice evident. His voice, normally so deep, was raspy, as if he was gasping for air in the desert. "Baby. I love you. I fucked up and I'm so sorry."
"It doesn't matter anymore, Bradley," you whispered.
He frowned. "Of course it matters. You matter. It all matters."
You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. Bradley felt his heart plummet in his chest, stretching for his feet, shattering every rib bone along the way as it cascaded out of his chest. He had never hurt anyone the way he had hurt you. "It doesn't, because it's over."
"You can't just say it's over," he replied. "I asked you to marry me. You said yes. We got married, Y/N. You can't just call quits on that because of one small thing."
"One small thing?" He winced as your voice rose. "You fucked her, Bradley. My best friend in the whole world. You fucked her and you lied to me about it."
"I don't know what to tell you other than I am so sorry. I regret it with every fiber of my being. I hate myself for it. Is that what you wanted? Will knowing that make you happy? That I hate who I've become? That I hate the person who could do that to you?"
"Well I hate him too," you said, the anger whipping through your teeth. "I hate you, Bradley Bradshaw. I wish we had never met."
"Don't say that. Baby, I love you. You're my wife and I love you."
"We're leaving. Don't bother trying to come after us."
"We?" Bradley's brown eyes squinted.
"I'm pregnant."
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but i kinda hope they catch us - anyway...
Summary:Â well, you both survived the gala. if only you can survive what bradley has in store for the post-game
OR five times
Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader (15.8k)
Warnings:Â 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v, dom/sub influence, discussions of subspace, and praise, rank, and degradation kink). listen she really internally rambles like...a lot about him and how much she loves him, so like idk. part of 'and even when we're wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay' part 1, part 1.5, part 2.1, part 2.2.1, part 2.2.2
You took a deep breath as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror and tried to hype yourself up. Was it too much? Would he like it? Why were you so nervous?
Because, to be honest, it wasnât something youâd typically wear - especially not in this color. But it matched your dress and your underwear - and Bradley had liked that just fine. Would he like this though? You fiddled with the bow securing the halter styler chemise behind your neck.Â
Heâd like it, heâd like it, heâd like - you liked it.Â
You liked it and you thought you looked pretty and beautiful and sexy in it and because of that, you knew Bradley would like it, too. He would. He would.Â
With a final fluff of your hair and check of your makeup, you adjusted your breasts in the white lace cups - you really couldâve done with the next size up, but it was too late now - and left the quiet sanctuary of the bathroom. You peeked your head around the hallway corner to see that Bradley was still on the patio, the sliding glass door just barely cracked open.Â
Perfect. Â
Darting around the room to dim the lights was only made slightly difficult by your heels, but they were part of the whole thing, the whole bit. You tapped your index finger against your chin, looking for anything amiss as you ran through your mental checklist. The extra set of sheets in the closet were ready to go - you hated having to sleep in messy sheets - there were water bottles within reach, and the lights were dimmed.Â
Suddenly, you wished you had listened to Bradley and brought something stronger to drink from home. His scotch wasnât exactly to your tastes, but you wanted something to give you a little liquid courage after the buzz from the champagne youâd drunk at the gala had mostly worn off about thirty minutes ago. You glanced outside - he was still sitting out there, his back to you, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. There was still timeâŠ
You turned back to the desk spanning almost half the wall of the room, flipped over one of the tumblers next to the ice bucket, and poured yourself two fingers of scotch. The face you made upon swallowing was probably the least attractive thing youâd done that night, but no one else had seen it, so it didnât count. A smudge of your lipstick lined the rim of the glass, reminding you that you hadnât blotted it when you reapplied.Â
The tumbler made a solid thunk when you set it back down on the desk. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Bradleyâs suit jacket discarded on the couch and an idea struck. The jacket didnât exactly dwarf your frame even with two buttons fastened to hide what was underneath, but it did provide decent coverage and you figured heâd like it.Â
He always liked stuff like that.Â
The jacket smelled like his cologne and the cigar he had with Pete and weighed heavily on your chest with all the assorted medals and ribbons that Bradley had explained the significance of at one time or another with the one from earlier that evening the most prominent of them all. With a final deep breath, you crossed the small distance towards the sliding door.Â
You slid it open further, so that your whole body would fit, and placed your hands on either side of the frame at shoulder height. With one leg relaxed and bent slightly at the knee, you simply said:
âAre you coming to bed, handsome?â
Bradley huffed out a laugh and glanced up from his phone. âThatâs a new one - ohâŠâ
You slinked over towards him and his legs instinctively widened so you could stand between them, while his hands slid up to rest on your hips over the jacket.Â
âWas a little cold, had to throw this on for a bit.â
âHmmm.â He looked up at you, a teasing smile on his face. âYou decide to throw out all those ironclad morals of yours and join up?â
You tapped your chin twice with your index finger. âMaybe? Still waiting on the verdict for those war crimes trialsâŠâ
Bradley chuckled. âDonât tell anyone, but you might be waiting a whileâŠâ His hands slipped underneath the jacket and brushed against the silk chiffon of your chemise. âNow what do we have here?â
He retracted his hands only to unfasten the two buttons previously keeping the jacket closed.Â
âDo you like it?â Please like it.
âMaybe if I could see all of it I might have a better ideaâŠâ There was the slightest hint of teasing in his voice and his eyes were alight with mischief.Â
You bit your lip and then sat down on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. âBe patient.â
The jacket slipped a little as you got situated, which gave Bradley a glimpse at the thick bow tied at the back of your neck and the top of the lace cups.Â
He hummed and shifted in his seat, jostling you slightly. âLike I said earlier, Iâve been patient all night. Donât think I can wait another second, kidâŠâ
Slowly, Bradleyâs hands crept up your sides, getting closer and closer to your breasts. He rubbed the silk between his thumb and index finger, not quite yet meeting your eye as he explored.Â
Prior to your relationship, you hadnât really worn lingerie outside of a cute bra and panty set for yourself. Granted, you had bought something more daring once for your ex-boyfriend, Jack, when the two of you had first started dating. But even though he had said all the right things, he had still practically torn the Fleur du Mal matching set off you, not taking any time to savor how the lace had looked against your skin or how prettily you had tied the bows.Â
But Bradley? Bradley savored it. Every glimpse of your nipples peeking out through the lace cups, every brush of his hand against the silk, every pretty little bow he had to untie. He savored it - sometimes a little too much, leaving you whiny and panting and desperate for his teasing to stop.Â
âThink this oneâs my favorite so far.â
You smiled and eventually met his eyes. âYou said that last timeâŠâ
âAnd last time it was, but - fuck. You look so gorgeous.â
He pushed his jacket off your left shoulder, then the right, causing it to land on the ground with a solid thud due to all the assorted military paraphernalia. You peered over your shoulder at the pathetic lump of fabric on the patio.Â
âI should pick that up. Itâs gonna get -â
Bradley grabbed your chin to focus your attention back on him. â- Shhh, itâll be fine.â He leaned in and sucked on your pulse point for a moment. âJust relax.âÂ
While he kissed up and down your neck, telling you to just relax after each one, you found yourself doing just that, slowly sagging your body against his and getting into a comfortable position.Â
For a moment, you were cold without the jacket. There was a slight breeze coming off the ocean some two hundred yards away and you felt your nipples harden and goosebumps break out up and down your arms. But slowly, you felt warm - buzzed. And that was all due to Bradley and how safe and warm and happy and good he made you feel. And tonight, you had a feeling he was going to make you feel very good.
You turned your head, angling for a proper kiss - your first one since you had gotten back to the room that evening - which Bradley gladly reciprocated.
âYou taste like scotch,â he said and then kissed you again. âYou hate scotch.â Another kiss. And again and again and again until he was kissing up and down your neck and tickling your sides.Â
Your giggles echoed across the patio. âI was nervous,â you admitted, âneeded some liquid courage.â
Bradley properly paused and cocked his head. âNervous?â
You tittered, not thinking he would actually call you out on it. âI donât know? I donât normally wear stuff like this? Was just nervous if youâd like it and just everything about tonight - which I know is silly considering what you -â
â- I was nervous earlier, too,â he confessed like you hadnât known, âLike I knew I was getting the award and everything, but I had this fear that I didnât deserve it and they were just gonna take it away - which like I donât know, it just brought everything back from that day. And how fucking scared I was and just - it was a lot.â
Oh, sweet boy. You cupped his cheek. âItâs okay to have been nervous. You did something really brave and important, Bradley. And thatâs something you and Pete will have between you for the rest of your lives. So now, whenever you look at that medal, just think of Pete and everything you guys have gone through, okay?â
Bradley smiled and placed his hand over yours before bringing them both down between the two of you. âI like that, actually. Beats the alternative.â He didnât let you linger on that last part and kept talking. âYou know, whenever it would get to be too much, Iâd glance over at you and see you smiling and talking with someone or dancing and Iâd be fine - because you were there.â
If possible, you had never felt more love for someone than you did at that moment. Because thatâs the way you always felt around Bradley, too. Just seeing his face, knowing he was nearby was enough. It would always be enough.Â
Your eyes started to get misty. âBubs, my nervousness tonight is in no way comparable to what you were going through earlier - let me finish - but I feel the exact same way every single time I look over and see you, just knowing youâre there is always enough for me.â
A huge smile lit up Bradleyâs entire face and he squeezed his hands around your hips. God, he was so handsome. âI love you.âÂ
âI love you, too.â You brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead. âNow kiss me again.â
He didnât waste another moment and captured your lips with his own, while your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling you even closer to him. As you sat in his lap, biting lips, brushing tongues, roving hands, you repositioned yourself and got comfortable straddling Bradleyâs left leg, though you didnât quite put all of your weight on it. For the first time all evening, your heels hurt your feet. But you knew Bradley would want to take them off himself, so you bore the momentary pain graciously.Â
Clearly liking the new position, he grabbed your hips and brought you closer towards him, causing the fabric of his dress pants to create the most exciting ripple against your lace underwear. You couldnât help the gasp that escaped.Â
âYou like that?â You nodded and he did it again, this time your underwear brushed perfectly against your clit and you whimpered.Â
âYou gonna let me be in charge tonight?â he asked like he wasnât in charge every time you had sex. But you knew what he meant. Bradley needed to be in charge and be dominant and take control tonight. After everything during the gala and all the memories it had brought up, he needed to be in charge.Â
And you were always eager and willing to let him.Â
âRemember earlier when I asked you for a number between one and five?â You hummed. âAnd you picked fiveâŠâ You hummed again, though less sure this time. âWell, thatâs how many times youâre gonna come for me tonight.â
Your throat went dry and your pulse quickened. Oh god - oh wow. Five times. Had you known what Bradley had been asking earlier when he coaxed the number out of you, you would have gone for a much more manageable three - maybe four.Â
Maybe.Â
But five?Â
With five it was a foregone conclusion that you would go into subspace during and drop after. Because the last time - really the only time - youâd done either of those, it had taken Bradley doing something youâd never done before to finally get you there. And that was only after heâd already made you come three times.Â
âDo you - do you think you could spank meâŠâ
Bradley looked slightly confused and rightly so. It wasnât out of the ordinary for him to slap your ass while you were having sex. It actually wasnât something youâd ever asked him to do before. It had long been established between the two of you that it was something you both liked and were free to do. Hell, he had already done it a couple times that evening.Â
But you didnât mean on your ass.Â
âYeah,â it wasnât quite phrased as a question, but Bradley didnât sound as sure as he had earlier in the evening when heâd fucked your throat and came on your tits.Â
Because he had sounded very sure when he had called you a âdumb fucking slutâ whose mouth was âonly good for one thing.â Naturally, youâd come and he hadnât even properly touched you yet.Â
âOnmypussy,â you rushed out, your mortification growing slightly when all you got out of Bradley was his eyes widening and his cock twitching.Â
He glanced down at your glistening core and smiled wolfishly. âBeg me.â
You whined. âBradleyâŠâ
âYou beg me or I donât touch you the rest of the nightâŠâ
No. No, no no. You wanted him - you needed him. You were beyond horny and needy at this point, you were desperate to be fucked, to be filled. Youâd beg. Youâd beg and beg and beg for him to slap you if that was what it took for his cock to be inside you later.
âPlease, Bradley. Please, slap my pussy,â you whined, âNeed to come, need you. So desperate and needy for you. Please, please, please - oh!â
The first slap hit your exposed clit and you cried out. From above you, you could tell Bradley was hesitant to proceed.Â
But all it took was you saying âGreenâ for his hands to be on you again. The next slap hit the sensitive skin of your upper thighs and lips. But the third one? The third one hit perfectly. And it was loud and wet and filthy. So fucking filthy. His big hands hit your tender flesh and you let out a desperate moan. Fucking finally.Â
After that, youâd tried to keep count of how many times heâd struck you, but were eventually rendered unable to do anything more than mindlessly whimper and babble.Â
â- F-five? Five times?â
He mistook your response as hesitance. âHey - no, we donât have to if you donât want to, plain and simple. It was just a game I made up to distract myself before the ceremony -â
Your throat went dry and your cheeks warmed. It was impossible to stop yourself from rolling your hips against his thigh. âYou were thinking - thatâs what you were thinking about earlier? At dinner? In front of everyone?â He blushed and nodded. âFuck,â you whined.Â
Bradley bent his head down to rest on your chest, right in the valley of your breasts.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, I need you everywhere. Anyway I can have you if you let me.â
And without thinking it over for another moment, you said âyes.â Yes, to five. Yes, to anything he asked you. Yes, to Bradley.Â
Bradley. Bradley. Bradley.Â
âI wanna try for you.â
A proud smile lit up his face and he pecked you on the lips. âGood girl.âÂ
You wound your arms around his neck, bringing the two of you closer together before ultimately capturing his lips with your own.Â
For how needy you both were, neither of you had any problem just kissing each other. Making out like two horny teenagers who were left unsupervised in someoneâs parentsâ converted basement. Except now you were very much two adults making out on the patio of your cabana suite after a night spent toasting one of you for their heroics. And no, you did not mean how you survived talking to Emily Simpson and meeting Bradleyâs gorgeous ex-girlfriend.Â
Not now.
Your hands moved from where they were raking through Bradleyâs hair - making it tousled and fluffy - to his shoulders and eventually to his bowtie. The silk slipped through your fingers as you untied the knot, pulling it through the collar of his shirt, which you unbuttoned to expose that pretty neck of his.Â
Now you could kiss him. Mark him. Bite that scar on his shoulder. Inhale the scent of his cologne.Â
While you had been kissing him, Bradleyâs right hand snuck underneath the gauzy fabric of your chemise and started teasing the pretty little bow tied at the back of your thong. All the while, his hand left gripped your hip, anchoring you to his thigh, but still allowing you the ability to grind.Â
You were whimpering in between kisses, desperate for the big, strong hand digging into your hip to slip underneath your thong and brush your aching clit.Â
The lace. The pants. Bradley.Â
It felt so good. All of it. Grinding on his big, strong thigh. Brushing your breasts against his big, strong chest.Â
Big. Strong. Bradley.Â
It was all consuming. Feeling his mustache brush against your lips and his tongue stroke yours expertly. The way one of his hands snuck up your side to fondle your breasts through the delicate lace.Â
It felt so good. And you were already getting so wet. So unbelievably wet that there was definitely going to be a sticky mess on Bradleyâs Navy issued slacks if you didnât let up.Â
God, wasnât that a thought? You had wanted to mark him, sure. But on his chest or neck. A bite on his shoulder. Not your cum on his pants. Could he tell? He had to be able to tell. Shit. You needed to move.Â
You shifted and hid a whimper at the unintentional stimulation.Â
ââŠWait, whereâre you going?â Bradley stilled you on his thigh, clearly oblivious to your embarrassment.
You squirmed, but all that did was send another wave of arousal crashing through you. âI donât want to ruin your pants,â the words came out in a rush.
He cocked his head. âMy pants?â
God, you had thought you were beyond getting embarrassed about stuff like this, but apparently grinding on your boyfriendâs thigh with only a thin barrier of white, Italian lace was doing you in that evening. He just looked so handsome and you were already so keyed up and just needed him in any way you could have him.
Bradley. Bradley. Bradley.
âIâm sorry, it just feels like I - I need more and it feels so good, but I donât want to ruin your pants - I can stop -â
Bradley squeezed your hips and dragged you higher up on his thigh, closer to his crotch. The ripple of the fabric on his pants felt absolutely sinful against your core and you bit your lip to hold back a moan, momentarily forgetting your embarrassment.
â- I donât mind.â And clearly he didnât if the prominent bulge in his slacks was any indication.
You ducked your head and he tipped your chin up so you were looking into his beautiful brown eyes. He kissed you and you desperately wanted to get lost in the feeling until you had another thought.Â
â- Theyâll probably have to get dry cleaned now - the pants, I mean -â
But Bradley just smiled. â- And I will happily expense it - hey, you know youâre currently defacing government property? I know thatâs right up your alley.â You smiled. âNow, are you gonna be a good girl and ride my thigh or not?â You nodded twice before he could say another word. âShhh, shhh, itâs okay sweetheart. Take what you need, itâs alright.â
Given the explicit permission to continue, you resumed grinding on Bradleyâs thigh. The combination of the soft lace of your underwear coupled with the coarse fabric of his dress pants was doing wonders against your clit. You dug your hands into his shoulders as you tried to keep your balance, but that was only made harder when Bradley teasingly bounced his leg a couple times. You whimpered. It echoed pitifully across the patio and he chuckled.
âThat feel good against you, huh, kid?â You nodded. âYeah, I bet. I could feel you dripping on me since you sat down. I know youâve been like this all night.â You nodded again and he clicked his tongue.
You leaned forward to kiss his neck, right along that little white scar. He smelled so pretty and his hands were so big and strong as they dug into your hips.
He was all you could focus on - all you wanted to focus on. Bradley. Bradley. Bradley.
âAwww, look at you trying so hard to come. Such a good girl for me.â
Goosebumps ran up and down your entire body and you felt yourself get even wetter at the praise. You pulled away from his neck - his beautiful, beautiful neck - and kissed him.Â
âFuck,â Bradley gasped against your mouth after a few moments of continued grinding and kisses, âwhy havenât we done this before?â
You shook your head quickly. âI donât know, âfeels so good though.â
âI like you using me like this.â
His words made you pause, slightly self conscious again. He liked this? âReally?â
âCould be kinda fun for you to take control every once in a while - âknow you like me to take care of you, but maybe one day?â
It was an interesting idea, one you hadnât considered too much on your own, at least not seriously. Bradley was so naturally dominant, it just made sense that it would translate in that way to your sex life. But now that you thought about it, he did like when you were a little condescending towards him - and when you called him a good boy. You felt your neck getting warm at the thought.Â
âOne day, but for nowâŠâÂ
Bradley pressed hot, sloppy kisses across your chest, occasionally stopping to suck on your pert nipples through the lace of your chemise. You let out a strangled cry as he tweaked your nipple in a way that had your seeing stars. God, it felt so delicious, so good.Â
Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.Â
His fingers slid underneath the thin straps of your thong and he splayed his hands across your ass cheeks. You let out a pitiful whimper and kept moving, kept rubbing yourself against him. It felt so good and pleasant - an electric hum running through your body - and you had the passing thought that you could actually come from this. You could actually come on your boyfriendâs thigh.Â
You wondered what his pants looked like right now and wanted to check, but Bradley tipped your chin up so you were staring into his eyes.Â
âAlmost there?â You just nodded. âLemme try one more thingâŠâ
You barely uttered a simple yes when he yanked your thong up so it was digging into your clit. The sudden movement had you crying out, which Bradley smothered with a sloppy kiss.Â
Holy fuck.Â
Your body tensed and then relaxed again as you rode out your high, before you eventually sagged against his chest.Â
Fuck. You canât believe that just happened. You came riding his thigh. His big, brawny, strong thigh. The fact that what finally pushed you over the edge was the borderline crude or base act of yanking your panties didnât even embarrass you, it just made you want to come again.Â
âNow that wasnât so hard, huh?â
Bradley kissed your neck, but didnât move or even signal for you to get up. He just held you there against him as you caught your breath. Eventually, his right hand moved from your lower back to the front of your drenched thong. His fingers slipped underneath the lace and brushed against your wet folds. You gasped as he sunk one then another finger inside you, but you didnât pick your head up from his shoulder.Â
âBradley,â you whined, the word suddenly too loud for your little patio. Your hips rolled against his hand. âNeed your fingers.â
âShhh hold on, sweetheart.â He leaned back. âLetâs go inside -â
You picked your head up and laid a hand on his arm, stopping him in his tracks. âWhat if we stayed out here for a bitâŠâ
âIf we stay out here someone -â
Your eyes never left his own. â- might hear usâŠâ
You were in the corner room. There was only one room next to yours. One room that shared a wall with your room. One room whose patio was only delineated by a thin cabana awning. One room whose occupants you had both found out earlier in the evening were Jake Seresin - and Sarah fucking Costigan.Â
Goosebumps ran up and down your arms. You leaned forward to whisper in his ear. âWhat if I want someone to hear us? To hear how good you make me feel -â
He said your name; it came out like a warning.Â
â - Have them hear your little civvy girlfriend cry out for her handsome, award winning boyfriend?â
Bradleyâs eyes darkened and you knew you had him. The only other thing that could possibly push him over the edge even further was you calling him Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.Â
And there was still plenty of time for that.
âFuck,â he sounded completely and utterly wrecked. âYou sure, kid?â
âI want them to know how good you are.â
It was like a switch had gone off inside his head. From then on, it became all about you. His hands - his big, strong hands - were everywhere, roving over your hips, your ass, your thighs, your breasts. His lips latched onto your neck, while his left hand tweaked your nipple and you sighed and sighed and sighed, each one breathier and louder than the last.Â
You wanted him to leave bruises and marks all over your body. You wanted proof.Â
âBradleyâŠâ You sounded wanton, but it didnât stop you from saying his name again - and louder still.Â
Hear me. Hear how good my boyfriend makes me feel. Hear how he makes love to me. Hear how much he loves me.Â
âOh god, that feels so good.â You let out a gasp as he scissored his fingers inside you. You could feel your clit throbbing against your underwear, desperate to be touched there again - to come again.Â
Noticing your increased neediness, Bradley scoffed.Â
âYouâre making such a mess. Am I gonna have to clean you up, too - bury my face in that soaking wet pussy? Might have to go back for seconds with the way youâre dripping on me like you didnât just come on my thigh.â
That sounded heavenly right now. The thought of his mustache tickling the sensitive skin of your thighs and his lips sucking your clit, lapping up all the slick you had just accumulated. You could come right now from the thought alone, but why make do with the thought when you had the man, himself, so willing.Â
âNeed you to -â you whined, âneed your mouth on me, please, please - oof.â
The words barely had a moment to settle when Bradley rolled you both over so he was lying on top of you on the outdoor loveseat. His eyes were blown out as he looked down at you and you shifted under his heady stare.Â
He leaned back on his haunches and ran his hands - his big, strong hands - up and down your thighs. âSo pretty,â he muttered under his breath, almost like he hadnât wanted you to hear. And then, louder, he said: âYou want my mouth on you?â
âMmmm, please.âÂ
Bradley tutted. âTry again.âÂ
You didnât know what he wanted. You said please, you used your words, you - oh. His big, strong hand slapped your pussy and you let out a cry as your hips chased after his hand.Â
âPlease, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. Please put your mouth on me.â
âMuch betterâŠ.â He leaned down to blow on your aching cunt. You squirmed - already unbelievably sensitive and wet from the amount of slick on you that hadnât made its way onto Bradleyâs pants.
Bradley. Bradley. Bradley.
âCome on, be a good girl and spread those legs for me - wanna see all of you.âÂ
He laid your legs over his shoulders and pulled you closer to his face. Before you could even get out a word or a sigh or a plea, he started kissing your thighs. Slowly, painfully, languidly, making his way closer to where you were aching the most. With a final bite on your right thigh, he mouthed at your core through the wet lace of your white panties.Â
âMmm can I take these off now? Unwrap my present?â His plush lips wrapped around your clit through the lace and sucked.Â
You threw your arm over your face. It was so hard not to buck up against his mouth - you didnât want to show him how desperate you were so quickly. It was bad enough you already felt hot and could feel the sweat beading behind your neck right where the pretty white bow was holding up your chemise.Â
âPlease, please,â you whined.Â
Bradley had you briefly roll over so he could get the full experience of untying the bow on the back of your panties before slowly rolling the lace down your legs. Of course, he stashed them in his pants pocket.Â
Before you could roll back over, he slapped your ass and you smiled. âGood girl.â Your cheeks warmed and you laid on your back again.Â
Now, completely bare and open to the elements and your boyfriendâs heady stare, it was even more apparent that your cunt was positively dripping. He placed your legs back over his shoulders and licked a long stripe across your folds.Â
You could feel his pleased hum against your skin. âYou taste so fucking good.âÂ
His voice came out muffled and he continued at a steady pace, alternating between slipping his tongue inside you and probing at your clit. You tried and failed to fist at the couch cushions - anything to center you - and instead grabbed a hold of Bradleyâs hair with one hand and played with your breasts through the lace with the other.Â
âBradleyâŠâ You let out a whine; it was only slightly exaggerated. âMore, more. Please.â
The idea that you sounded pathetic didnât even cross your mind; you just wanted to come on Bradleyâs tongue.
âShhh, thereâs people in the other roomâŠâ he mocked, echoing your words from earlier. âYou want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are begging me to make you come?âÂ
He stopped talking - no, he stopped degrading you and went back to work. It was getting harder and harder to stay relatively still the closer you got to completion and you kept shifting your legs on Bradleyâs shoulders. The hand with its fingers not shoved up your cunt, moved from where it was leaving marks on your hip to press on your stomach, right below your belly button.Â
Then, you whined as his lips wrapped around your clit and squeezed your thighs around his head, pulling at his curls to shift his focus to that special spot.Â
âBradleyâŠBradleyâŠBradleyâŠâ
There was a pull in your stomach, a deep swooping sensation and you knew you wouldnât last much longer. The moan that he let out send you spiraling even further.
Five, five, five.Â
But you had to try for Bradley. You wanted to be good for him. Be his good girl. Even though heâd call you a slut for it.Â
âFuck, âm sorry,â he said, suddenly.Â
You somehow managed to lift your head up, dazed, and watched as Bradley took away his hand pressing on your stomach and slipped it down between his own legs. He let up for a moment as he touched himself over his slacks, before diving right back in with such renewed vigor that you bucked up into his face. His stupid (wonderful) mustache dragged across your clit just so. It was euphoric. You could feel your walls tightening around his fingers and tongue and arched your back of the couch as you came.
âAh! Fuck, fuck, Bradley! Right there, right there - oh - fuck, yes!â
Oh, oh, oh. It felt so good. So good.Â
And knowing that he was touching himself because of how good you were being? How receptive you were? Fuck. Something about Bradleyâs mouth was extra sinful tonight. Or maybe you were just particularly sensitive. You were basking in the afterglow and you tried to settle your breathing.Â
Two. Two. Two down.Â
âYour legs are shaking.â Were they? You could hardly tell. âBet I can get another one out of you like this. You wanna ride my face?â
You moaned. âDonât think I - donât have the strength to.â The thought didnât even cross your mind to say that doing that normally made you nervous. You were always worried youâd break Bradleyâs stupidly pretty face or something.Â
He clicked his tongue and then started nipping at your upper thighs. âShame,â he said between kisses, âbet you canât even fucking walking either. Donât worry, Iâll take you on your back for the next one, let you rest up.â
All you could do was whimper. The thought of just laying there as he used you was so delicious. Fuck. You loved Bradleyâs fingers and tongue, but you really wanted his cock inside you. Have him fill you up. Over and over again.Â
Five. Five. Five.Â
Bradley. Bradley. Bradley.Â
âGonna have to carry you to bed.âÂ
He peered his head up from between your thighs and shot you a look, silently asking if that was okay. You didnât like to be carried despite Bradleyâs numerous efforts to prove that it was no big deal.Â
You just couldnât help but think that maybe it wouldn't be as much of a deal if you were a size two instead of a size - no, no, no. Not now.Â
Let him. Just let him. Let him love you. Let him love you more.Â
âPlease.â
He stood up to his full height, towering over you as you still were relaxed against the couch cushions. God, he was so pretty and so wrecked. His starch, white tuxedo shirt was rumpled, half tucked into his pants that he had unbuttoned at one point - and his cock was rock hard and straining against them.Â
You had done that. You had done that to him. Made him so desperate with want and need that he had had to touch himself. Would he let you touch him? Would he let you suck his cock? A whimper escaped your lips just thinking about it and Bradley ran his fingers over them. You could smell yourself.Â
âCome on. Lemme take you inside.â
Feeling like a lush, you let Bradley pick you up and thanked him by burrowing your face in his neck and pressing sloppy kisses to the exposed skin there. He smelled so good and his neck was so bite-able. You started pawing at the collar of his shirt, trying to push it as far away from his warm body as possible and more access.Â
As you nipped at his broad shoulder, he kneaded your ass with the hand not doing the majority of the work holding you up. It was a quick journey to the bedroom, but you didnât want him to let go of you. You wanted him to be everywhere. His arms wrapped around you, his lips on yours, his cock inside you.Â
Bradley. Bradley. Bradley.Â
Loathe as you were to let him go, you let Bradley untwine your arms from around his neck and sit you on the edge of the bed, only propped up by your elbows. The sheets felt scratchy against your bare ass and thighs, just how you liked them. You peered up to see Bradley already staring at you, a knowing smile on his face, before he shifted his attention to toeing off his shoes and socks.Â
In turn, you realized that you still had your heels on - the ones with the dainty little strap you were scared Bradley would break. (You werenât really scared, but knew heâd get frustrated with the clasp and didnât want to be out eleven-hundred dollars.) Once he laid his crisp white tuxedo shirt down on the bed - though not without giving you a cheeky smile and a show - did Bradley give you his full attention once again.Â
âGod, you look so gorgeous like that.â
You could feel your cheeks warming at his unabashed staring. But he was one to talk! There was the slightest touch of pink on his shoulders from too much time spent out in the sun earlier in the day, but god if Bradley wasnât absolutely stunning with his dress pants snug on his slutty little waist, while his tan chest had the slightest sheen of sweat on it. You wanted to lick him - everywhere.Â
He held out his hand and you cocked your head. âShoes, kid.â
Oh. You raised your left leg up for him to take off your heel. The way you were sprawled out on the bed - with one leg up, no panties on, and Bradleyâs eyes darting between your ankle and your wet pussy - made you feel powerful and desirable.Â
And god - did the stretch on your leg feel heavenly.Â
As predicted, Bradley did fumble with the clasp (as one would only expect with his big, strong hands), but he more than made up for it with the way he peppered kisses up and down your left leg, before switching and doing the same with the right.Â
âIâve been thinking about this all night,â you sighed and closed your eyes, utterly blissed out. Â
Bradley chuckled. You could hear your Jimmy Cho hit the floor somewhere nearby. âWhat? Me taking your shoes off?â
âMmmhmm, amongst other thingsâŠâ
Once he let go of your right foot, you opened your eyes and scampered up on the bed - the fastest youâd moved all night - and watched, dazed, as Bradley fumbled with his belt and pulled his pants down, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You let out a whine at the sight of the wet patch on them, the proof of his arousal and need for you. And oh god, his cock was so big.Â
So big and pretty and perfect and you desperately wanted it in your mouth. To have him fuck your throat until you had to tap out. You felt the slick still dripping down your thighs and made grabby hands at the waistband of his Calvinâs.Â
âCan I suck your cock? Please, please, Bradley?â
He swallowed thickly and glanced at the ceiling - the first sign all evening that he was just as fucking gone for you as you were for him.Â
Please say âyes.â Please say âyes.â Please. Please. Plea-
âAnd why should you get rewarded? Pretty sure you told me youâd give me five, not two. Not even halfway there yetâŠâ
Reaching out for his hand, you threaded your fingers together and you pulled Bradley down for a kiss. âPlease? Please?â you said between kisses as you pulled him closer and wrapped your legs around his hips, but he just grumbled.Â
He sat up and straddled your lap, but didnât put his full weight on you. âHow âbout we take this off before we get any further?â His hands fingered the hem of your chemise.Â
Reminded of its presence, you could admit that the pretty bow at the back of your neck suddenly felt too tight and confining. You scooched up on the bed to give Bradley better access to take it off, but not before he gave your nipples one final tweak through the lace. Being free of the white chemise meant that you were now totally bare before him. And now, it was like neither of you could get enough of each other, both your hands were everywhere, grabbing at your breasts, running over Bradleyâs abs, cupping him through his boxer briefs, kissing and biting and sucking on each otherâs lips and neck and shoulders.
Bradley pulled away for a second to get better access to your breasts and you took it as an opportunity to try and roll him over so he was on his back. However, your efforts were all for naught as he wrapped a strong hand around your wrist and held you in place.
âUh uh, I told you that youâd be on your back for this next one. Got to let you rest up a bit, sweetheart.â
He took the opportunity to lay you back on the bed and drape his body over yours, relishing in the feeling of his muscular legs, his toned chest, his strong arms, and most importantly his throbbing cock. In your current position, there was just enough space between the two of you for you to snake your hand down between your legs and palm at his cock through his boxer briefs. Bradley sucked in a breath and guided your hand in his up and down his shaft.
âNeed more of youâŠâ
âNeed to make sure youâre ready for me first.âÂ
As if you werenât ready for him the second you had walked out onto that patio earlier.Â
With an expert touch, Bradley started working you over, getting ready and soon you were squirming, desperate for more of him - for more of Bradley. It was intoxicating almost. This insatiable need to prove you could do it. That no matter how tired you got, you could come five times for him. Let him wring each one out of you like it was the only thing he was put on this Earth to do.Â
And right now, his fingers felt heavenly pumping in and out of your pussy while you thrust your hips up to meet his hand. But you knew you needed more. And you knew that Bradley knew that you needed more.
You wrenched your lips away from him and took pleasure in seeing how hard he was breathing. The two of you were a hot and sweaty mess and you desperately needed to remove any final barriers between the two of you.Â
âFuck, I want your cock, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. Please.â
There was a brief pause - like time had stood still. Neither of you could deny how absolutely sinful and wanton and desperate his title had just sounded as it slipped from your lips.Â
Bradley moaned, deep and guttural. He said your name. âDidnât we just talk about this? You think you deserve it?â You nodded in quick succession. It was all you wanted right now. It was all you could think about right now. Cuming on Bradleyâs cock and letting the entire hotel hear you. âI know you can come without it - how about you clean my fingers off first, you got them all dirty again -â
He shoved his cum soaked fingers in your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself and started sucking. Your tongue swirled around his fingertips, making sure you didnât miss a drop. Fuck, he had such big hands, such big fingers. Strong too. You would do anything he wanted. You gagged as he shoved his fingers further into your mouth and drool pooled at the corners.
âDonât sound so smart anymore, huh? Were so perfect at dinner. Imagine if everyone saw you now? Such a fucking slutâŠâ
Bradley took his fingers out of your mouth and wiped them on your chest, right in the valley of your breasts. It was sticky and wet, but youâd let him mark you all over a thousand times just so everyone would know you were his. You whimpered at the thought.
âNow be a good girl and lie back for me.â
You shifted to lie back on the bed - just as he had asked. Your head was cradled by the fluffy, white pillows at the top of the bed and your legs were stretched out in front of you. But you wanted Bradley on top of you. You wanted him inside you. You wanted him, you wanted him, you wanted -
âKnees up.âÂ
Not waiting for you to obey, he held your legs wide open, leaving you completely exposed. You tried to roll your hips up for some sort of friction - anything, really - but Bradley let out a grunt of reproach and you immediately stilled. His pupils were blown wide and his hair was so messy - so unlike Bradley. Did you look that wrecked? Did you look that desperate? You hoped you did.
âYou're gonna look so gorgeous on my cock, sweetheart.â Â
His words sent a wave of arousal over your entire body. Your face felt hot, your pulse quickened, your nipples hardened, and your felt your pussy clench on air. It was like you hadnât already come twice that evening - you were that desperate and that horny for him.Â
And by the looks of the impressive tent in Bradleyâs boxer briefs, he was just as desperate for you. Probably even more so since you hadnât even taken care of him yet. Selfish, selfish bitch. Under your watchful stare, Bradley slipped off his boxer briefs, discarding them somewhere behind him. And god, did he look beautiful.Â
You made grabby hands at his cock and he chuckled. âAlright, alright.â
His cock pulsed in your gasp and you swiped your thumb over the slit to rub his pre-cum over the head. Such a pretty cock, wasnât it? Seven and a half glorious inches with the prettiest veins and head to top it off. Your hand could barely fit around it. Youâd become intimately familiar with it over the last six months and you still never got tired of how divine it felt in your mouth or thrusting in and out of your cunt. It was just as pretty as Bradley. The Pride of the Navy, youâd once called it. You could write sonnets about it. (You wouldnât, but you could.)
Pulling back from your hands with a hiss, Bradley leaned his body over you and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, which then turned to one on your neck, your breasts, and then your tummy.
âReady?â You nodded. Together, Bradley lifted your hips up slightly and you lined up his cock head with your entrance. And then there was the one thing you could never get used to: the stretch. Your back arched and you let out a breathy gasp.Â
The two of you fell into a perfect rhythm, knowing the exact way to bring the other to release. Once you got comfortable, Bradley grabbed both your wrists with one hand and held them up over your head.Â
âOhhhh, Bradley,â you whimpered. It didnât sound like you. Your heart was pounding like crazy and your chest was heaving with each breath.Â
It was addicting. The knowledge that you had to push through to five. Normally, you got sleepy and sluggish and slow after two or three, but pushing yourself to five - for Bradley - was addicting.Â
Bradley, Bradley, Bradley, you kept repeating his name like a mantra.Â
Because nothing else was enough. Nothing else would convey how much he meant to you, how good he was making you feel as he drove into you again and again. Youâd never felt closer to someone before in your entire life - never felt closer to God or the almighty or whatever you wanted to call them than you did right in that moment with Bradley.Â
Bradley, Bradley, Bradley. Again and again and again you cried out his name.Â
I love you, I want you, I need you.Â
Take me, love me, have me.Â
Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.Â
âGod, youâre such a good girl for meâŠâ
That was all you wanted - all you ever wanted - to be Bradleyâs good girl and have him lavish praise oupn you. To take care of him and be good for him.Â
Please let me be good for you.Â
God, you werenât going to last for him. Your breathing was coming faster, the way his cock was thrusting into you was coming faster - it was all coming faster.Â
âHowâd I get so lucky to have the most perfect girl in the entire world? Canât believe I wanted to keep you to myself.â
âBubsâŠâÂ
His hands tightened on your wrists. Big, strong. âBecause everyone thinks youâre the one in charge, sweetheart - everywhere. In every aspect of our relationship. But youâre not when weâre like this, are you?â
âNo, no - you are. âLike when you tell me what to do.âÂ
Whenever Bradley wanted to take control of something and let you get lost in the pleasure of him and get lost in him, you did. It didnât happen all the time - not like this, at least. But he made you feel safe and protected. He was brawny and broad and big and strong and in his arms you never felt like anything bad was going to happen.Â
And it might be vanilla or boring or whatever, but you loved missionary sex. You loved being that close to Bradley. You loved feeling the weight of his body all over you. You loved being able to look into his eyes as he pounded into you and told you things he would otherwise never say about you. You loved how he would hold your hands above your head and thread your fingers together. You loved how good it all made you feel.Â
âYouâre so strong, make me feel so safe,â you were rambling at this point, unknowingly debunking every insecurity Bradley had earlier in the evening.Â
Tell me Iâm bad if only to patch me up later and tell me Iâm good.Â
You cried out - loudly - as Bradley drove into you deeper and more than ever before.Â
âBet you want everyone to hear you now, donât you.â He paused to collect himself. âHear how good youâre getting fucked?â
Your words came out slow, just like every thought running through your head. âWant âem to hear how well you take care of me. Hear how well you stretch me out.â
âColor?â
âGreen,â you whined. You sounded beyond pathetic. He changed the angle, pulled your leg up higher around his hip.
You glanced down to see where the two of you were connected and let out a whimper. At the borderline obscene sight, your arms broke out into goosebumps and you felt your nipples harden. Fuck, he felt so good. You felt so good. And loved and cherished and full. So fucking full. And it was all you could think of - how full you were and Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.Â
âWanna be - good,â you slurred. The words felt heavy on your tongue, like you were underwater, sinking lower and lower. You arched your back, bringing yourself closer to Bradley.Â
Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.Â
âYou are. But right now I wanna take care of you, kid.â
ââDo - you do. Always.â
You wondered what you looked like right now? Fucked out. Mouth open. Hair rumpled. Makeup smudged. A whiny, desperate mess. What did you look like? What did Bradley see?Â
You could hear him talking to you, telling you how you were such a good girl for him. Please keep talking. He needed to keep telling you how good you were.Â
How good your cunt felt around him. How sweet you smelled as he nibbled at your neck. How he couldnât wait till his cum was dripping out of you. How he couldnât believe that a whiny whore like you had been wearing white lingerie like some innocent little debutante.Â
âI could get you to do anything if I promised you my cock, couldnât I?â
You whined. You still wanted to suck his cock. Would he let you? It always looked so pretty and felt so good in your mouth. As Bradley repositioned your leg, you let out a particularly pathetic cry.Â
(That oneâs got quite the mouth on her.)Â
Rationally, you knew you could respond with words and say all kinds of things like yes and more and of course, Bradley, anything or just Bradley Bradley Bradley and even that one word you dared not even think. But it was so much easier to just whine and keen and whimper. Your back arched and you stared at the white and gold patterned headboard and then at the mirror above it. Could Bradley - no. He wouldnât be able to see himself in the mirror.Â
But you wanted to - you wanted to see yourself in the mirror. See Bradley pounding into you over and over again, your back arched, your breasts pushed out, nipples hard as you played with them. Even your legs over his shoulders.Â
You imagined you looked pretty, seeing yourself how Bradley saw you. It caused a particularly loud whimper to escape your mouth. Because that was all you could do - whimper, whine, and keen. It was so much. All of it. But you liked it. You really liked it.Â
âGod, sweetheart. Youâre fucking milking my cock.â You whined. âHavenât I taken care of you enough tonight?â
Yes. Yes. Yes. Bradley had taken such good care of you! He always did. Like you were the most precious thing on earth. Please, please, please. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.Â
âSâ good to - me.â Was that your voice? It didnât even sound like you.Â
âI know, kid.â
You could feel yourself tighten around his cock and slightly canted your hips up to meet his pelvis. A sudden sense of urgency coursed through your veins and your senses became even more heightened. With your hands pinned above your head, the only way for you to pull him closer was to dig your ankle into the back of his thighs, right near his perfectly tight ass.Â
It was wet and loud as your bodies collided and you knew if he moved just slightly youâd come: you were that keyed up and overstimulated.Â
Three. Three. Three.Â
But somehow, Bradley bet you to completion. âIâm so close,â he finished with your name like a plea. âCanât wait for youâŠâ
âTake it.â Take it. Take whatever you want. Take me.
His thrusts got sloppy and less precise, but he managed to pound into your g-spot a few more times before he let out a moan and spent himself inside you. You could tell it took a lot out of him, but he deserved it. Bradley deserved everything. Bradley was so perfect and strong and kind and - he was saying your name, trying to get you to finish with him still inside you. You loved the feeling of his cock and cum inside you. It made you feel absolutely divine. You were close. Would he be proud of you if you came just now?
âI got you, I got you,â he muttered.Â
He kept himself propped up on his left forearm, but brought his right hand - which had previously been holding your wrists above your head - down between your bodies, teasing you until he reached your clit. And just like you thought, it only took a little more for you to come in his arms.Â
âGonna - ahhh! Come - please, please, Bradley. Bradley, Bra - ahhhhh,â your last cry was stolen from you as you got lost in the haze of your orgasm.Â
You felt weightless and floaty after you reached your high. Your legs relaxed from their tight hold on Bradleyâs thighs. He pressed what felt like hundreds of kisses to your face, telling you time and time again that he loved you.Â
âThere you go, good girl. Such a good girl. Listen to how pretty you sound.â
Eventually, he rolled off you and settled himself further down the bed so that his head was positioned near your left hip. As you caught your breath, you mindlessly ran your fingers through his hair. He has the softest, prettiest hair. It always got blonder in the sun, like he was kissed by the gods or something. You didnât know how long you did it, it couldâve been five minutes or fifteen, but eventually Bradley let out a pleased hum and glanced over at your spread legs.Â
He clicked his tongue. âCanât believe youâre just wasting all that. All that hard workâŠâ
Your cheeks warmed. He was looking at the cum dripping out of you, staining your thighs. A perfect mix of the two of you - of your want and need and love for each other. Just like a child would be the perfect mix of the two of you.Â
And you were wasting it. It was dripping out of you right onto the sheets. Selfish, selfish bitch.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, ashamed to have disappointed him.Â
Bradley rolled over onto his stomach and slotted himself between your spread legs. âSo, whatâre we gonna do about this, huh?â
Whatever you want. All you could do was shimmy your hips, inviting him to take charge. His eyes were alight with mischief and he sprang up from his position on his stomach to grab your waist and throw you back down on the bed, except this time on your stomach. You let him manhandle you into some sort of childâs pose - ass up, face down into the down pillows. It made you feel vulnerable in the best kind of way.
âHow about we try this?â Bradley ran his big, strong hands over your hips. âThatâs my girl. Bet you like this, both of your holes completely exposed to me.â He slapped your ass lightly. You moaned when he did it again, except harder. âColor?â
Despite being a little muffled, you still spoke loud enough for him to hear you. âGreen.â
Bradleyâs hand slipped down to brush against your sensitive clit and then he slid his fingers into your pussy with ease and groaned your name. âSo good, look at how much you came.â Your back arched and you burrowed your face even further into the fluffy white pillow. âSuch a greedy fucking pussy we have hereâŠâ
In and out. In and out went his fingers - fucking his cum back inside you. You were whining. You were crying. You were floating.Â
âItâs all mine, belongs right back inside you.â
âYours.â
Bradley chuckled. âYeah, all mine. Mine to take.â His fingers dragged down your walls before sliding back in.Â
It felt divine.Â
âOh - fuck. So much, Bradley.â It wasnât too much; it wasnât enough. You were floating. There were no thoughts in your head besides Bradley and coming.Â
Four. Four. Four.
âCanât waste any.â Of course not.
You never wanted to waste any of Bradleyâs cum. It felt so good inside you. You loved when he filled you up like this. Maybe heâd let you warm his cock later? He deserved it. And more. Anything he wanted.
Anything.
Bradley had done such a good job tonight. He was so perfect, so impressive. So beautiful. Everyone loved him. Bradley. His friends, his colleagues - you. You loved him. You loved him. You loved -
Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, but you wanted to tell him. âPerf-ect,â was all you could manage. Love me, love me, love me more. ââM close.â Again.
âFuck, I know. Da - Iâll take care of you. Always take care of you.â
You let out a cry. Bradley always took care of you. Such good care of you. Always.
âBradley, Bradley, Bradley,â you realized you were saying his name out loud and had been for some time. It was pathetic how far gone you were. âF-four. Four.â
But to your horror, when you took a breath to center yourself, you couldnât. You couldnât get back to yourself. You were still overwhelmed, almost like your body was taking too long to catch up to what was happening. It felt like you were on fire. Like you had run a marathon. Your breaths came in pants and you wanted more, you needed more. But how? If you already felt this overstimulated, how could you need more? Maybe it was the position? Ass up, face down? The throbbing and thrumming of your clit was driving you insane. And Bradleyâs big, strong hands and fingers were overstimulating you in a way youâd never felt before.Â
Tell him. Tell him to stop. Tell him. Heâll do it. Tell him. Tell -Â
â- Bra-adley,â your voice sounded small, like it wasnât connected to you, but it was still insistent, âI - I canât do it anymore - please, I - yellow.â
His fingers stopped slowly - not so abruptly that youâd be in even more discomfort - and carefully turned you over so you were on your back with your legs laid out on the bed. Bradley propped himself up on his side and looked you over intently. Your heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. Your eyes fluttered closed.
It was quiet in the room except for both of your labored breathing. But even in your haze, you could tell it was too quiet.Â
Yellow.Â
You had never had to say it before. But you felt too overwhelmed. Like you were going to burst and cry and that Bradley would be disappointed in you that you couldnât last. You felt your eyes fill with tears. Youâd only gotten to four - if what you just felt could even be classified as four. Youâd promised. You said you would try - and you failed.Â
Four. Four. Four.Â
You glanced up to see Bradleyâs eyes were wide with concern. âHey, hey, itâs alright, what is it?â
âSlower. âS too much. â It had been. But you still wanted him beside you. Holding you, reassuring you, loving you.Â
âWant me to hold you?â He read your mind. He was so sweet and kind and you loved him. You loved him so much. You started to nod, but then remembered your words. âPlease?â
Take care of me, hold me, love me.Â
Fuck. Even shuffling closer to Bradley made you cry out. You were so sensitive. And so overstimulated. But you still wanted to come again. You just needed to go slower.
Bradleyâs hands grabbed your hips, pulling your ass against his crotch, and he wrapped his arms around your stomach. Oh, you felt so warm - warm and safe and loved. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your lips, pressing a light kiss across each of his knuckles. At the same time, Bradley peppered kisses up and down your neck and across your left shoulder.Â
Had he marked you? You wanted him to mark you. All over your thighs, your neck, your breasts. Show everyone you were his. His good girl. Your cunt was still throbbing and needed to be filled again by him - by Bradley.Â
Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.
It seemed like no time and so much time had passed since youâd been chanting his name, since heâd held your wrists in his big hands, since heâd kissed your breasts, since heâd filled you up with his cum. You whimpered, lost in the thought.Â
ââStill need to come again - one more time for you.â
He made shushing noises. ââs okay, kid. Like doing this too.â
It was hard to tell how long you laid there wrapped in each otherâs arms. Safe and warm and loved. Bradley even started humming at one point. The song was pretty even if you didnât know it. But everything Bradley did was pretty to you right now.Â
Eventually, you got a little too desperate again and started squirming against him. The rumble from his amused chuckles made you relax again, but you could tell he was more than ready whenever you were.Â
âFeel too emptyâŠâ
âWant me back inside you?â You nodded and twisted your head to press kisses to Bradleyâs neck. âFront? Or behind?â
âBehind,â you whispered. It would make you feel smaller, more precious, to have his arms wrapped around you.Â
âWhy donât I let you set the pace this time, huh?âÂ
His fingers ghosted over your sensitive clit and you whimpered. âOkayâŠâ
Something about the way you were positioned this time made everything more intimate. You felt more dear. Not that you didnât love missionary and whenever Bradleyâs eyes were on you as you fell apart. But having his arms wrapped around you and being cocooned in his warmth and essence was absolutely divine after how wrecked you were.Â
It was overwhelming, but in the best kind of way this time. You were crying. There were tears streaming down your cheeks. And you felt so good. So good. Like you could stay like this forever. Like you would do anything to feel this good again. To make Bradley feel this good again. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.Â
Did he feel good? Were you making him happy? Oh, you hoped you were. Thatâs all you wanted. To make him feel good and be good for him. You wanted to be good for him. Always. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.Â
You should tell him that. Tell him how you wanted to be good for him. He had to know. He had to know because what if he didnât and he thought you were selfish? He had made you feel good so many times tonight. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.Â
Because no. You couldnât come again until he did. Until he spent himself inside you and filled you up. You liked when he did that. When he made you feel full. With his cock nestled inside you. You wanted him inside you forever if it meant youâd feel that good.
Five. Five. Five.Â
You were so close. So close to doing what he had asked. What he had thought about all evening at dinner. Did he imagine this as he was getting his award? Did he imagine fucking you like this as you danced? Did he imagine heâd have fallen in love with the girl from the bar all those months ago?
Five. Five. Five.Â
It went on like that for a little longer, both of you letting out gasps and moans and whimpers as you neared closer and closer to completion. Bradley thumbed over your clit with his right hand, playing with the nub. Combined with the way he was kneading your breasts and sucking on your neck, you knew you were close.
You gasped as your pussy fluttered around his cock, except this time it felt different. Deeper. Harder. More intense. The pull behind your belly button crashed through you and you felt like you jumped out of your body for a moment. You clenched down on him, moaning as he plunged deeper inside you.
âSweetheart, you keep doing that, Iâm not gonna last much longer.â
Then donât, the words were on the tip of your tongue, but you couldnât get them out. Instead, all Bradley got from you was another slow and deep roll of your hips, followed by a strangled cry. He kept murmuring your name in your ear, saying how good you felt around his cock, how warm you were, how sweet you tasted as he licked your neck. Again, you could tell he was close as his thrusts got sloppier.
Five. Five. Five. Almost there. Almost there - oh!
âBradley,â you cried out, gripping his hand on your breasts to try and anchor yourself to something because you felt like you were about to jump out of your skin. His dick was so big and stretched you just so.  Â
âFive,â Bradley said. He bit your shoulder and you spasmed around him, before he followed suit, shooting his cum inside you. You whimpered at the sensation, feeling so full and dirty and beautiful, and shook in Bradleyâs arms.Â
After both of you caught your breath, Bradley slipped out of you and the two of you laid on the bed, heads on the pillows, bodies tucked under the sheets, chests rising heavily as you stared at the ceiling in awe.Â
You had never felt like this before. Five. Five. Five. Bradley. Bradley. Bradley.Â
âFuck,â Bradley stretched the word out. He crossed his forearms over his forehead and took another deep breath. âThat - that was -â he broke off.
You arched your back one final time and stretched out on the bed before rolling back over towards him. You nuzzled his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. But it wasnât enough - you needed to be closer. You wanted to have his arms wrapped around you. You wanted to lick where the sweat was beading on his neck. You wanted him to consume you. Tell you that you were good. That you had done a good job.Â
âHey.â
âHi,â you whispered back.Â
He tucked your hair behind your ear. âYou alright, kid?â You smiled and nodded. âYou did such a good job - always do such a good job.â
You preened under the praise and started peppering kisses across Bradleyâs shoulder and neck. He was so pretty and warm and smelled so good. So pretty, so warm. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.Â
After a moment, he tipped your chin up so you could meet his eyes and then pressed his lips to yours. Without breaking the kiss, you sprawled out on top of him with your legs on either side of his hips. Some of the cum still inside you even made its way onto his stomach with the new position - you werenât supposed to waste any of it. You promised you wouldnât -
It took Bradley saying your name twice for you to pull back for a moment. âWhy donât we get you cleaned up?â
You laid your cheek down on his chest and started tracing the freckles on his biceps with your finger. âWanna sleep right here.â
âYou can,â he gave you a quick peck on the lips, âwe just gotta do a couple things first, alright?â
Bradley rolled over so now he was leaning over you and pressed a kiss to your lips before he climbed out of bed. He pulled you over towards the edge of the bed and let your feet dangle off the side. âNow whereâs my - aha.â
He grabbed his white tuxedo shirt that had been discarded on the floor earlier and brought it over to you.Â
âArms out, kid.â Slowly, like you were wading through water, you held your arms up and Bradley slipped the shirt on you before fastening a couple buttons. âAlright, sit tight.â
He gave the wall lamp to your right another click and you squeezed your eyes shut at the slightly increased brightness.Â
âSorry,â he muttered, before picking up the phone hidden in the bedside nook and dialing for room service. âYeah, hi. Can I get a large order of fries and two ginger ales - wait, do you have Gatorade? Oh - no, she only likes the blue - yeah, then just the ginger ales and fries? Uhhh room 4114, I think? Yeah, under Bradshaw. Okay, thanks - yeah, have a good night.â He hung up the phone.
Food. He ordered food. And a soda. You were hungry. And tired. Really tired. Your thighs ached.Â
âHere.â Bradley grabbed a water bottle off the nightstand and gave it to you, cap off. You took a few greedy sips and then handed it back to him and he finished off the bottle.Â
You were still sitting on the edge of the bed. You hadnât moved. It was like you were still waiting for Bradley to tell you what to do next. Was Bradley happy with you? Did he still want you so close to him? Would he hold you? You wanted him to hold you.Â
âHey.â He was suddenly sitting next to you. Or maybe not - you felt like you were floating and had just gotten back on solid ground. Bradley grasped your chin. âAhh, there she is. Iâm gonna rinse off, you wanna come with me or stay in bed?âÂ
You cleared your throat. âWanna go with you.â
He smiled and kissed you on your forehead. âThen letâs clean you up first - Iâll be right back.â
And true to his word - and more importantly before you could muster up a reply to tell him not to go - Bradley came right back holding a slightly wet hand towel.Â
âAlright, kid, lay back.âÂ
You flopped back on the duvet, but your legs remained hanging off the edge of the bed. At first, you squirmed at the sudden warmth from the towel, but as Bradley ran it across your upper thighs and towards your still wet core, you couldnât help but find it soothing.Â
It felt nice - comforting - as he cared for you. You sighed and stretched, feeling like a cat. Languid and warm. Bradley chuckled and eventually stopped, but not before pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee.Â
âAll set, come on.â
He stood up from his spot between your legs and held his hands out for you to grab so you could sit up. Then you followed him into the bathroom. He got you situated on the counter before he hopped into the glass shower without even turning it on or allowing it to heat up.Â
âYou wanna come in with me?â You shook your head. No. The water was cold. You were warm - or at least you had been when you were in bed. And sure, you could have stayed there. But you wanted to be with Bradley.
So, after quickly going to the toilet while he got situated, you sat on the marble countertop, legs crossed at your ankles, and watched him. Watched the soap run down his body - down his tan chest and thick thighs - as he cleaned his body and scrubbed his face.Â
Without a doubt, Bradley was the prettiest boy youâd ever seen. And he was yours. He was your boyfriend. He loved you. He wanted to spend time with you. And be with you. You you you you you.Â
âYou sure you donât wanna come in with me?â Bradley teased you. âOr are you just gonna stare at me?â
Had you been more coherent, you probably would have made a quip about how he was the one with the soapy titties this time, but you just shook your head and said:
âYouâre so beautiful.â
You could see the blush creep up his neck at your sudden honesty. The water shut off a moment later and then Bradley grabbed a fluffy white towel off the rack and dried off in the shower. He dried his hair first, making it all messy and fluffy, before he wrapped the towel around his waist and approached you.Â
You swung your legs back and forth. âI look too pretty to go to bed.â
âMmmhmm, way too pretty.â He kissed your forehead and then your lips. âBut youâre gonna be mad at me if I let you go to bed with your makeup onâŠâÂ
He had a point, loathe as you were to admit it. But instead of doing your skincare routine yourself, Bradley was the one who got out your makeup remover and serum and night cream. Granted, he snuck a little for himself and rubbed at your eyes a little too hard to get your mascara off, but he did a good job.Â
You had to draw the line at letting him brush your teeth for you, though, and did it yourself.Â
And then finally, Bradley held his hand out for you to hop off the counter and the two of you went back to the bedroom where he threw on a pair of sleep shorts. You were still a little slow to the chase, so while he made the bed with the fresh sheets in the closet, you held two of the pillows close to your chest and watched from the foot of the bed.Â
Luckily, Bradley shared your appreciation for hospital corners and tight sheets on a bed and once it was made to both your tastes, you slipped back in between the sheets.Â
They felt just as scratchy as they had earlier in the evening, but were just how you liked them. Bradley made sure you were settled before he walked around to his side of the bed and let you snuggle up beside him. His body was so warm and he smelled so good and you felt your eyelids getting heavy. It was a miracle you hadnât truly fallen asleep yet. You always got a little sleepy after you orgasmed once - let alone five times.Â
Fuck - that had really happened. Bradley really loved you that much. More to the point, you really loved Bradley that much.Â
âBradley?â He hummed and looked down at you. âI donât ever want to let you go.â
âCome here.â You scooched up and kissed him sloppily. Eventually, he let you go and you let out a sigh as your shirt rubbed against your sensitive breasts. âRest. Iâll wake you up when the foodâs here.â
That sounded really nice. âMmm, okay.â You yawned. âLove you, bubs.â
âLove you too, kid.â And then he pressed a kiss to your forehead and you were asleep before you knew it.Â
Some time later, a soft knock echoed throughout the room, but it didnât seem loud enough to be coming from your door. You let out a soft grunt as you felt Bradley sit up in bed and begrudgingly opened your eyes.Â
The knock repeated - again, sounding a bit far off still and couldnât be at your door with room service - and Bradley glanced at you and you shrugged before he eventually got up to investigate. Shuffling across the room and down the short hallway, Bradley threw on a grey crewneck sweatshirt and swung open the door.
 A cacophony of voices soon hit your ears and that was when you realized that the bellhop wasnât at your door delivering your french fries and ginger ales - he was at Jake and Sarahâs.Â
â - Iâm telling you I didnât order this and I donât want to be charged for it -âÂ
You took that as your queue to join Bradley at the door and scampered out of bed. Mindful of the fact that Bradleyâs shirt just barely covered your ass, you hid behind him. You were nosy - sue you.
Once you fell into Jakeâs line of sight, you saw the eating grin on the blondâs face. He was clad in a pair of shorts and a ratty t-shirt. He didnât look as handsome as Bradley did.Â
âWell, now, look who it is? Rooster, this order of fries for you? Or Miss Chatty fucking Cathy?â
Bradley puffed out his chest, but largely ignored Jake and instead turned towards the bellhop, who was apologizing profusely about the mix up.Â
Miss Chatty fucking Cathy who did he think he was?
â- This for Bradshaw?âÂ
The bellhop nodded and handed Bradley the slip to sign before he took off. He even left the cart there, which he probably wasnât supposed to do. Taking a page out of Bradleyâs book, you also patently ignored Jake and glanced at the french fries and ginger ales and glasses of pellet ice on the cart. You turned your focus back onto Bradley, completely ignoring what he was saying to Jake. It was like the blond man didnât even exist to you at the moment.
God, Bradley was so smart, so kind, so thoughtful. He took such good care of you. The way he kissed that stretch mark you hated on your stomach or the way he knew to lift your hips up the first time he slipped inside you. He treated you like you were the most precious thing in the world - except when he didnât and even then you still melted and keened in his arms.Â
Oh, he was so perfect and handsome and beautiful. It was unreal how much you loved him - sometimes you wondered how he was yours? Just yours? He was so pretty and handsome. Pretty boy.Â
His hair was still wet from his shower and the perfect amount of messy. Maybe heâd play with your hair later? Would he let you wear his sweatshirt? It was probably warm and soft and smelled like him. Like his fancy cologne and something so Bradley. You just wanted him to -
â- Jesus, Bradshaw, whatâd you do to the poor girl?â
You blinked, realizing you had been staring at Bradleyâs face - his beautiful, pretty face - for god knows how long and tucked yourself behind him. Luckily, you were too far out of it to be too embarrassed (that would come tomorrow).Â
âI mean I heard what you were doing to her, but didnât realize you also mauled her - Jesus, look at her thi -â
â- Donât you dare fucking finish that sentence.â You felt yourself heat up at the timbre of Bradleyâs voice. His entire body was tense and you squeezed his hand.
He was so protective, so strong. He loved to take care of you. He always wanted to take care of you.Â
Take care of you. Take you. Take you. Take you.Â
âApologize.â His voice was like steel. âNow.â
Jake looked like he wanted to scoff or even laugh, but something in Bradleyâs face must have scared him. âFine, fine,â he turned to look at you, âmy sincere apologies, darlin.ââ You didnât appreciate the nickname and neither did Bradley judging on the growl he let out. âAlright, Jesus, fuck. Iâm sorry for any inappropriate comments I may have directed towards you, okay?â You glanced up at Bradley and then fleetingly back at Jake before nodding.Â
âAlright, good - just promise youâll knock twice on the wall if thereâs going to be an encore, so I can know if I need to change rooms or not - enjoy the -â Bradley slammed the door shut in his face â- fries!â
âFuck off,â he muttered and took your hand. It might have been a bit overkill for the short trip back to bed, but you couldnât help but smile. âSorry about that, you good?â You nodded.Â
The room service cart rattled as it made the trip further in the room and your mouth watered at the smell of the fries. You failed to stifle a giggle once you heard Bradleyâs stomach growl.Â
âHey,â he exclaimed, âyouâre the one that made me work up an appetite!â
Both of you sat on the bed and got situated with your sodas on each nightstand and laid the fries between the two of you. For the first time, you noticed Bradley had turned the TV on low and watched as the closed captioning ran across the bottom of the screen.Â
âMoonstruck?â He turned towards you and nodded. âI didnât even hear it.â
He blushed. âYou were pretty knocked out.â
You wrapped your legs around Bradleyâs under the covers. âWell, no oneâs ever made me feel like that beforeâŠâ
âOh, really?â He looked too cocky - though you supposed it may have had some merit that night. You threw a fry at him. âHey, these are eighteen dollar fries, champ.â You threw another one, which in turn made Bradley take the plate onto his side of the king-sized bed. âMiss Moneybags thinks we can just waste theseâŠâ he muttered.
You giggled. You spent the next few minutes wordlessly holding out your hand, waiting for Bradley to give you a couple fries until he got tired of it and just gave you back the plate. It was amazing how half a plate of fries and some ginger ale could have you feeling like your normal self again. You still couldnât get over how spacey and out of it you had been. The two of you needed to talk about it, do a debrief of sorts.
Trying to get his full attention, you pressed your foot against Bradleyâs thigh under the covers. âOwww, Jesus fuck - your feet are cold.â
âSorry,â you giggled, but continued rubbing them up and down Bradleyâs shins. He made a funny face, but kept his eyes on the movie, trying to play it cool.Â
You then handed him the plate of french fries balancing precariously on your side of the bed. Once the plate was placed on the nightstand, Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. A huge rush of affection surged through you for the man beside you.Â
He just made you happy. Every little thing about him. He made you happy. He made you better.Â
âI like when you take care of me.â Your face was buried so deeply in his chest, you didnât think he had heard you until he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You tilted your head up to look at him. âYouâre always so good to me. Make me feel so safe. Never trusted anyone else enough to do that.â
Bradley blushed. âWell, I - I was worried it was too much sometimes and I liked when you told me to slow down - well, liked is the wrong word, but Iâm -â he cleared his throat, âweâve never had to do that, but Iâm glad you said something.â
âI am too. Like I said, you always make me feel safe.â
The two of you turned your focus back to the movie. It was your favorite part - Loretta was waiting for Ronny at Lincoln Center. It was all so romantic: La Boheme and Christmas lights -
Bradley cleared his throat, but kept watching the TV. âI know we donât do that a lotâŠâ That was putting things mildly. âBut I really liked it - making you feel good - because it makes me feel go -â
â- You can say it turned you on, Bradley. It was rather obvious.â He finally turned to look at you. His cheeks were red - something you wouldnât have found possible after all you had done together that evening. âI wonât tell anyone.â
âWellâŠIâm pretty sure everyone in our hallway could hear how much it turned you on, so donât think thatâll matter too much...âÂ
Your mouth gaped open in shock and then you both dissolved into giggles. Your hands snuck under the covers and tickled Bradleyâs sides, getting even more giggles out of him and he quickly followed suit.Â
âAnd can I - Bradley!â He stopped tickling you, but you had to take a breath to control your giggling. âCan I tell you something else?â He hummed. âI liked imagining you were watching us in the mirror above the bed.â
A smile slowly crept across his face. âReally?â
âMmmhhmm. âKept thinking about what I looked like, what you looked like - all of it.â You felt your cheeks heating up at the thought. You had a full length mirror in your walk-in closet that could definitely provide a different point of view.Â
It was like Bradley had read your thoughts when he said: âMaybe we can figure out something for our anniversaryâŠâ
âSix months.â
He kissed you. âSix months.â
âAre you gonna give me six orgasms then?â You wouldn't make it to seven months in your relationship if Bradley tried to give you six orgasms.Â
âI donât know if youâre ready for that, kid.â
You giggled. âProbably not.âÂ
The two of you went back to mindlessly snacking on your fries and watching the movie. The fries were absolutely delicious and you were tickled that they remembered to give you mayo, something Bradley always made fun of you for liking.Â
By now, Loretta had found her father at intermission and both of them agreed not to have seen each other. Your favorite part was coming up soon, but seeing the awkward scene in the movie, you couldnât help, but think of your own similar moment from earlier.Â
âIâm sorry if I made things awkward with Jake...â
Bradleyâs jaw twitched and he took a long sip of his ginger ale before replying. ââs not your fault Hangmanâs an ass.âÂ
âStill, I feel bad.â Your voice came out small.Â
âYou,â he kissed your cheek, âare absolutely perfect and,â he kissed your nose, âI will gladly take any teasing Hangman sends my way if it means I get to think of you like that again.â He kissed your lips. âGot it?â
You ducked your head. âGot it.â
âAlright, good. Now thereâs something really important I need to talk to you aboutâŠâ
The impish smile on Bradleyâs face prevented you from truly spiraling and instead you couldnât help but giggle. âGo on.â
âHow can I get you to wear that dress for me again? Because - not that Iâm complaining - but I didnât even get to take it off y - hey!âÂ
You slid your hands underneath the duvet and started tickling Bradleyâs sides in earnest. He soon joined in, attacking you instead.
The sound of your collective laughter and giggles and shrieks would surely keep your neighbors up for a little longer still.Â
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The next morning, after a hearty breakfast delivered to your room - thankfully not by the same busboy - you supervised the bellhops as they put your various garment bags and assorted weekenders into the Bronco while Bradley checked out.
It had been a hell of a weekend. You had fucking ran Bradley ragged last night, to say nothing about the sloppy blow job heâd finally let you give him that morning. He had gotten an award, gotten to dance with you, gotten a slightly better handle on his nerves, and even gotten to one-up Hangman.Â
So, in Bradleyâs books it was a win and he was more than happy to sign for the hundred and fifty dollars worth of room charges youâd both racked up over the last two days. He even got three times the points for it on his card.Â
From beside him at the checkout counter, Maverick cleared his throat. âSo, I heard you kids had a good time last night.â Bradley froze, but Maverick just continued looking over his bill.Â
Fuck. Bradley had never had parents around to catch him sneaking around or having sex, but this very much felt like he had. He was going to get so much shit now. Because Hangman he could handle, but Mav?Â
Mav would probably go off on him about respecting girls and not calling them degrading names while having sex - nevermind that the girl in question liked to be called a pathetic slut or a whiny little whore in bed.Â ïżœïżœ
Plus, Bradley hadnât thought he had been that loud, right? He didnât know where Maverick and Penny had been staying last night, but there wasnât a room on the other side of yours and there was no way it traveled further down the hallway, right?Â
(Though to be fair, you had elected to have room service for breakfast due to the smattering of marks Bradley had left on your neck and upper thighs. Because Jake hadnât necessarily been wrong when he said it looked like Bradley had mauled you. It was another reason you had elected to supervise the luggage - outside. Alone.)
It felt like there were a handful of cotton balls in his mouth. âWha - whereâd you hear that?âÂ
âPenny?â Maverick said as he looked at Bradley like he had seven heads. âShe mentioned dancing with you and how nice of a time you were having considering all the - well, all the stress and pageantry.âÂ
âOh.â His cheeks were burning. âYeah, yeah. Great time last night. Good time.âÂ
âYeahâŠâ He then said how nice it had been to spend time with you, too. âWhere is she by the way? We missed you guys at breakfast.â
The two men finished up with the desk clerk and then made their way across the lobby to where Penny was standing. You were still outside.Â
âOh, we uhh got room service. Had a bit of a lie-in.â
Penny chuckled. âBet you did - hey, you know Hangman was complaining about some noise last night to everyone at breakfast earlier. You hear anything about -â
â- Oh shit, I gotta go. The carâs ready.â He had no idea if the car was ready. âBut Iâll talk to you guys later, nice to see you both. Have a good weekend.â
And before either of them could protest to the kiss Bradley laid on both their foreheads, he was already halfway across the lobby and hellbent on getting to the safety of you and his car.Â
Yup. His parents had heard him having sex. Monday morning was sure to be fun.Â
Outside, Bradley searched the valet stand for the Bronco and saw it - and you - further down the line behind a navy Lexus. You werenât in the car yet and looked to be reading over something on your phone.Â
âAll set,â Bradley called out and you glanced up at him and slipped your phone into your pocket, watching him as he made his way towards you.Â
You were dressed casually in your same denim shorts and another button down, which was sticking out from underneath his crew neck sweatshirt. The sunglasses perched on the top of your head only added to your artfully disheveled appearance. Though, tragically, the marks on your neck and chest were covered.Â
âWhat was the damage?â you asked, referring to the room charges.Â
Bradley pecked you on the lips. âOne fifty.â
âNot awful.â
âBlame the eggs benedict for breakfast.â They had been worth every penny for the record. âAll set with the bags?â
âYup,â you popped the p. âWhatâs the plan for the rest of the day?â
You leaned back against the passenger door and Bradley crowded into your space before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. He couldnât resist you. Everything about you made him so happy. Who else wanted to spend the day together after being attached at the hip all weekend?
âCan we go back to yours? Take a nap?â Bradley liked how the sun hit your living room in the late afternoon. There was nothing like snuggling up with you on your couch and watching football on a Sunday afternoon. You had the prettiest candles and softest throw blankets at your place, too. Heâd have to get some for the house eventually, but was more than happy to hunker down at your place today.Â
You nodded and looked exceptionally pleased he had even brought it up. âAnd I can finally take care of you, bubs.â
There was enough innuendo in that sentence to stop him cold. âYouâve taken care of me plenty this weekend, I need to rest up.â
A gasp of faux indignation slipped past your lips. âAnd here I was talking about the new sheet masks I got, all while youâre planning to debauch me again!â
Bradley chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before opening your door and waiting for you to get situated in the car. He wheeled around the front of the car to his own side and got in.Â
âDebauch is a strong word, no?â He started the car and turned up the radio. âBeen reading too many romance novels lately?â
âIâm never letting you use my Kindle againâŠâÂ
He laughed. âFine, fine. Lemme just take you home, kid, and we can discuss the semantics behind debauched and defiled all you want.â
an: thanks to everyone for reading and all the positive comments and feedback about the teaser the last few days! i'd be remiss if i didn't thank @sometimesanalice, @heartsofminds, @howdysebby, @notroosterbradshaw, @dissonannce, @cherrycola27, and @ofstoriesandstardust for liking and giving me all caps feedback on all the very random screenshots i've sent you guys over the last couple weeks! the next thing i'm going to post for these two is an epistolary while bradley's deployed! x jordan
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time for a reread since itâs been on my dash so much lately đ€ i only picked parts from the current timeframe because weâd be here all night otherwise. but all three of these absolutely get me and you know absolutely why đ„șâșïž
You were supposed to be going on a first date tonight, but heâd talked you into canceling to hang out with him instead.
He didnât just want the highlights with you, he wanted everything in between too.
âBradley,â he cuts you off. He takes another step towards you, so youâre toe to toe with him. âIâve always been Bradley to you.â
Between Friends
Summary: Bradley and you donât talk about that Spring Break. But a single question asked during a night out at the Hard Deck might just change things between the two of you forever.
Pairing: Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x Female Reader
Length: 11K
Warning: smut (including loss of virginity), brief mention of underage drinking, and college!bradley in a backwards hat
(Author's note: Happy Birthday Jordan! I wrote this just for you! Look at me keeping secrets from you! Enjoy!)
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Rooster couldnât control his bouncing leg.
That night at the Hard Deck had started out like any other: good music, good drinks, good people. Over the course of the evening, heâd found himself seated between you and Bob in a lopsided circle with the rest of the Daggers around a few tall tables that had been pushed together just shooting the shit.
It was all fun and games until swapping stories about embarrassing middle school moments turned into cringing over first kiss stories turned into Seresin grinning like a shark asking about how everyoneâs first time went down.
Rooster felt his pulse kick up with every collective laugh and groan as his friends went one by one sharing how theyâd lost their virginities. Because with each passing story, it meant that you were one person closer to going. And for the first time in his life- even after over two decades of friendship- he didnât know what your answer was going to be.
So he is just as shocked as his teammates are when you tentatively reveal, âSo, um, my first time was with Rooster.â He doesnât miss the way all his friendsâ heads snap towards him.Â
All eyes are on the two of you, and youâre pointedly looking anywhere but him.
Rooster had been anxiously waiting to hear the story of your first official time, the one that was with someone who wasnât him. He didnât realize that you still considered him your first. Heâd figured that part of your history had long been overwritten by whoever had been lucky enough to catch your eye and make your heart race in a romantic way.
The two of you had never talked about it in the after.
Not once, not ever.
He didnât care that people knew, he just wasnât expecting it.
Jake starts the group out of its stunned silence by slapping a heavy hand on top of the table, nearly sending some bottles to the floor, âI knew it! I knew yâall couldnât have been friends all this time and not have tried it out at least once.â
âJesus Christ, dude, chill,â Javy mutters. Heâs always been the better of the two about reading the room.
Trying to spare you from being put on the spot even more than you already were now, Rooster mumbles through the way heâd lost his to a girl from his AP Econ class after a playoff baseball game.
He stares at the way youâre nervously picking at the label of the Blue Moon heâd grabbed for you when he went to get a refill of his own. He can practically hear the way your brain is buzzing. He wonders if you wish you could take back the words from where they are sitting on the table with the collection of bottles and peanut shells for everyone to see.
Bob being the team player that he is starts talking about how heâd lost his one summer in college to another camp counselor, going into more detail than heâs ever given before, probably trying to redirect the attention to himself to give the two of you a moment to regroup.
Rooster makes a mental note to tell Penny to put all of Bobâs cream sodas from now on on his own tab.
He doesnât know what heâs supposed to do here. Or where to look. Or where to put his hands. He wants to talk to you, but thereâs no good way for him to go about it without drawing even more attention to the two of you.
You were supposed to be going on a first date tonight, but heâd talked you into canceling to hang out with him instead. He likes having all of your attention on him. And maybe heâs been a little selfish with you, because he doesnât like to share you with anyone else. Youâve always been his best friend.
Rooster likes that he gets to talk to you whenever he wants now, and that it doesnât feel like a never-ending game of catch up anymore. In the year since the Uranium mission, heâd felt like all the fragmented pieces of his life had finally come together. Heâd reconnected with Mav, he was living in the same city as his best friend, and he had a place he could finally call home.
He didnât just want the highlights with you, he wanted everything in between too. Thereâs no more distance due to time zones and scheduling times to call because now you only live 20 minutes away from him. And the next time he comes home from a deployment, he knows heâll get to look forward to seeing you there waiting for him.
He feels like heâs learned so much more about the grown-up version of you over the last year than he has in the last ten.
Jake jumps in barely a breath after Bob finishes telling his story. âWell, we all know itâs not the first who matters, but who was the best.â Rooster doesnât trust the gleam in his eyes or the sharp smile on his face. âSince Bradshaw cut you off before, howâs about you go first this time, darlinâ. You can tell us about who knocked your socks off. Maybe this time heâll let you finish, if you know what I mean.â
Itâs thinly veiled snooping disguised as chivalry, and it doesnât fool anyone. Natâs eyes dart to him briefly, trying to get a read on him.
Heâd been 21 at the time. And while he knows more now that he did then, he also knows his name isnât going to be coming out of your mouth for a second time tonight.
Rooster takes a sip of his beer, needing something to do.
He knows youâve been with other people. Youâd lived with your ex for over a couple years, for fuck's sake. But it was like an unspoken agreement between the two of you to not talk about your sex lives with each other.
His leg starts bouncing again and he realizes he really doesnât want to hear this. Not because of his ego, but because he doesnât know what to do about the knot thatâs formed in his stomach.
Your mouth opens and closes a couple times before you speak, âThat title would also go to Rooster.â The admission is soft, but sure.Â
Where his heart had been pounding before, now it feels like it had stopped completely.
Itâs been 13 years since that Spring Break. 13 years and heâs still your best?
Barely five minutes ago, he hadnât known where to look. But now? Now he couldnât stop staring at you.
He just didnât understand why you still wouldnât look at him back.
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When youâd floated the idea by Bradley about visiting him at UVA for Spring Break during your weekly phone call, youâd been braced for the disappointment of him already having plans. It was his Senior year, it wouldnât surprise you if he wanted to go out with a bang and make the most of it. Especially since he would belong to the Navy soon enough.
But heâd taken you by surprise when he started enthusiastically listing off all the places he wanted to show you, planning out your trip like a well-seasoned travel agent before youâd even booked a plane ticket.
Youâd started looking up airfare before youâd even hung up the phone. And thirty minutes later you had a confirmation email flagged in your inbox after elatedly charging that aisle seat to the credit card you only used for emergencies.
It had been close to a year since youâd last seen him. He usually spent his Winter Break with your family, but this year heâd stayed on campus for the holidays and it was the longest the two of you had ever been apart since youâd first met him when you were 8.
And maybe thatâs why it took you so long to spot him in the Arrivals area of the Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport.
Youâve always prided yourself in being able to pick Bradley out of a crowd anywhere, but in your cursory glance you hadnât recognized the tall, broad guy with the UVA shirt pulled taut across his chest and wearing a baseball hat backward on his head. It wasnât until your third searching pass that youâd caught the lips that were quirked up in amusement and those familiar brown eyes trained on you as he leaned ever-so-casually against the faux wood paneling on the wall waiting for you to notice him.
Heâd filled out in the months since youâd last seen him. He was more toned than you remembered him being with definition in places where there hadnât been before. His face had more distinct angles and less baby fat cushioned curves. Still a bit boyish, but he was well on his way to looking like a man.
Bradley raised his hand like he was going to wave, but then heâd mimicked casting a fishing line in your direction and reeling it in. And it was so endearingly stupid- so him- that you couldnât help but take the bait and made your way towards him with the biggest grin on your face.
Youâd ignored the jittery flutter in your stomach as youâd weaved between people and luggage. Youâve never been nervous around your best friend before. There was something that had on your mind a lot as the days to your visit inched closer, but youâd shoved that out of your mind, because you were finally standing in front of him in person for the first time in months.Â
âHey, kid,â heâd greeted you, taking your bag, âCharlottesville must have known you were coming, because sheâs going to be sunny for you all week.â As soon as you were within armâs reach, he tugged you right into his chest for a hug. You could feel the unspoken I missed you in the way he squeezed you just that bit tighter before releasing you.
Then he was dropping an arm over your shoulders and steering you towards the exit and driving you into town in the beat-up car heâd bought after selling his prized Montero, the car that Mav had given him for his birthday.
Youâre only there for a week and Bradley doesnât waste a single moment of it.
After dropping your things off in his dorm room, he takes you straight to campus where he gives you the Official Bradley Bradshaw Certified UVA Tour. He buys you lunch from one of the food trucks in the Amphitheater âfor sustenanceâ before taking you to see the highlights. You start with the Rotunda and then the academic village, making a special pitstop at the Whispering Wall for you to tell it a secret. And then he takes you on a more historical tour, like showing you the exact route he used to streak The Lawn and pointing out the place heâd puked after his 21st birthday.
Itâs clear heâd put so much thought into your visit because it seems like there is never a down moment. By the end of the third day youâre more surprised that you don't wake up every morning with a printed itinerary on your pillow.
He sneaks you into the Slaughter Rec Center to rock climb, claiming he had a person on the inside with the right connections. But really from what you could tell, the pretty girl at the check-in counter clearly had a crush on him. He takes you to the batting cages he likes to go to before Dead Week, and spends the time there equal parts making fun of your power swing and trying to fix it.
You get your revenge the next day standing outside of the imposing columns and massive doors to the Fralin Art Museum. Skeptically eyeing the sculpture in the front of the building that kind of looked like a giant wisdom tooth, you mentioned, âI didnât realize youâd become such a patron of the cultural arts.â
âHey now, I like artsy shit,â heâd said, only mildly affronted.
You snorted at that. âIs there an exhibit on beer pong and blunt rolling you wanted to see?â Through the window youâd spotted some large landscape oil paintings in ornate gilded frames and carved marble busts of what you assumed were probably of some of the Founding Fathers.
âYou just missed that one, it was last month,â Bradley lobbed back, opening the door for you.
âWhat a pity,â youâd said with a dramatic sigh, âGuess weâll have to settle for some tasteful nudes instead.â
âIf weâre lucky,â heâd muttered under his breath, as you passed under his arm.
And then youâd felt the corners of your mouth kick up.
Turning around youâd pressed your finger to his chest, whispering so the person behind the ticket desk didnât hear you, âTwenty bucks says you donât make it thirty minutes in there.â
He narrowed his eyes, taking in your sly grin, âYouâre on, kid.â
Itâs the easiest $20 youâve ever made.
The two of you call it a truce only after he tips your kayak into the still chilly Rivanna River.
Later that night, he takes you to a party on âMad Bowlâ that one of his frat friends was hosting. The backyard was all strung up with red and green Christmas lights like they had been too lazy to take them down after the holidays and decided it added to the outdoor ambiance instead of packing them away.
He was still just as protective over you as he was back in high school. Spending the whole night keeping an eye on you and handing you drinks that heâd uncapped himself using the opener that he had on his keychain, the one that still had the little fighter jet charm youâd given him ages ago dangling from it.
The days pass all too quickly as he shows you all of his favorite spots.
You knew UVA wasnât where heâd originally wanted to be- where he thought heâd be- but you were happy that he seemed happy here.
But in between the late-night microwave ramen and movie watching and crossing off all the things on Bradleyâs Spring Break To-Do List, thereâd been something youâd been wanting to talk to him about. But you were having so much fun with him, youâd missed your best friend over those long months apart, and you didnât want to ruin the time you had left with him here.
It lingered at the back of your mind like a phantom hair that you can feel, but canât ever seem to brush off no matter how many times you attempt to. You felt like you were waiting for the right time that you werenât sure would ever come. And if you were being honest, you werenât entirely sure you would even be brave enough to ask if the time came.
The two of you had woken up way before the sun this morning.
If anyone other than Bradley had asked you to wake up before 5 AM to go hike to watch the sunrise, you would have laughed at them. But because it was Bradley, youâd set the alarm without comment. Even though he did have to gently pry you out of his roommateâs bed- with the fresh sheets he told you he bought especially for your visit- and lace up your shoes for you.
The views at Humpback Rock had been worth the hour hike up to the outcrop of craggy rocks. The sunrise painted them a stunning shade of soft orange as the rays illuminated evergreen covered hills and valleys that extended in front of you to the skyline. You and Bradley watched it in silence, shoulders pressed against each other as you took it all in.
Youâre cozied up on your bed for the week, flipping through a book youâd brought with you, but hadnât touched at all until now when Bradley comes back from the showers. His hair is still damp and the ends are starting to curl a bit. Â
He drops a Styrofoam cup of coffee on the nightstand next to you.
You hadnât been sure what rooming with him would be like, the two of you together 24/7 since his roommate had left to go home for the break. But it felt like you were two kids at sleepaway camp getting away with mischief rather than two broke college students only pretending to get away with mischief.
He sits down at the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his thighs, âSo.â
âSo?â you repeat, blowing on the hot coffee before taking a sip.
âAre you going to tell me whatâs been up with you?â
You wince, and itâs not because the coffee tastes like tar.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you try to ask casually.
Bradley gives you a look that says you donât fool me, kid. âYouâve been squirrely. I didnât want to press it, but I can tell thereâs something on your mind.â He takes a sip of his own milky battery acid. âAre classes going better since you switched majors?â
You nod, looking anywhere else other than at him.
âHow are things with your Dad?â
You offer him a shrug.
He sighs your name in exasperation. You can tell he is trying to tamper his frustration at your lack of cooperation.
âIs it a guy?â Bradley tries again.
You swear you feel your heart stop, because you knew what you wanted to ask him, but you didnât know how he was going to take it.
You fiddle with a string on his roommateâs comforter. âThereâs something I wanted to talk to you about,â you admit, tentatively, âBut Iâm nervous.â
Bradleyâs eyebrows pull together as he sets his coffee aside, âCâmon, itâs just me. You can talk to me about anything.â
âItâs more of a question.â One youâre still deflecting from asking.
âOk, well you know you can ask me anything.â His tiny dorm room feels even smaller as the two of you try to read the otherâs face.
Taking a deep breath, you ask the question thatâs been rattling around in your brain for weeks.
âBradley, I was wondering if youâd be my first?â
Less than ten words. Thatâs all it takes to tilt Bradleyâs world off its axis.
Heâs loved getting to show you around UVA this week. It wasnât where he thought heâd end up, but he hadnât lost sight of where he was going. He was going to be a Naval Aviator one way or another. He just also got to have a normal college experience too, one heâd been excited to share with you.
Bradley had originally been invited to go stay with one of his friends at his familyâs beach house, but when you called and asked about coming to visit Charlottesville, it was an easy choice for him. Heâd pick you every time.
It had been even better getting to cross off some of the things on the bucket list heâd made for his Senior Year with you in tow, like the hike heâd taken you on this morning.
He loves the views from up there and thought it would be something youâd like too, but heâd never done the hike early enough to catch the sunrise before. It was actually something he was planning on going the morning of graduation as a symbolic way to end his time at UVA, but getting to do it with you was special in its own way.
And while heâd caught you lost in thought more than a few times over the last few days as he showed you around, he never in a million years would have ever expected you to ask him that.
Bradley knows all the words you just used, but they donât make sense to him in that order.
His brain is working in overdrive trying to figure out if there is any possible way he could have misinterpreted you.
âYour firstâŠâ
You take another deep breath and tip your chin up in resolve before looking him dead in the eye, thereâs so much vulnerability reflected in them, âI havenât had sex before, Bradley. And Iâm really hoping that my first time can be with you.â
Bradley wants to tell you to put your Styrofoam cup down because heâs worried the tight grip you have on it might crush it, but he feels like the wind has been knocked out of him.
He didnât realize when his leg started bouncing until he sees you glance down at it.
Shooting to his feet and off his bed, he goes to lean against his recently decluttered desk. Thereâs too much restless energy coursing through him to just sit like he isnât completely reeling.Â
âShouldnât you want to do this with someone special? Like with rose petals and all that shit?â He scrubs a hand over his face. Rose petals and all that shit? God, he sounds like such a fucking dumbass, but heâs struggling to keep up.
And if heâs being entirely honest, heâs pretty surprised to learn youâre still a virgin. Not that thereâs anything wrong with it, but he knows youâve had at least one serious boyfriend since youâve gone to college. He figured that you got asked out all the time. He saw the way that some of the guys in his buddyâs frat were looking at the pretty girl with the dimples and big smile.
The girl who just asked him to be her first.
He hates the way your shoulders have slumped forward, like youâre trying not to cave in on yourself, âSo, you donât want to?â
âI didnât say that.â His answer takes him by surprise.
The only other sound in the room other than his pounding heart is the whir of the air circulating in his dorm.Â
âWould it help to make a pro con list?â you offer, less than helpfully with a little shrug.
âJesus Christ,â Bradley mutters under his breath, looking up at the speckled ceiling trying to decode the flecks like tea leaves. âSheâs cracking jokes like she didnât ask me to make her come.â
âTechnically, I didnât say anything about that. I just asked you to be my first.â
âIâm not taking your virginity and not giving you an orgasm,â he states, and your eyes get wide. He runs his hands through his hair. âSex makes things complicated, kid. Weâve got a good friendship.â
You sit up straighter on his roommateâs bed and bring your knees to your chest. It exposes the backs of your thighs and he has to shake the mental images of skin on skin out of his head.
Thereâs a look on your face that tells him you feel ridiculous even asking him, âDo you think youâre going to fall in love with me or something?â
âNo,â Bradley says, honestly.
He knows youâre just trying to make a point.
The two of you have been friends for over a decade. He knows he cares about you- he always has- but he couldnât imagine what anything other than just friendship would look like with you.
You nod in agreement, like you had been anticipating the answer before youâd even asked him the question.
âAnd do you think Iâm going to fall in love with you?â you ask, your head tilting to the side.
He doesnât even blink, âYou can do better than me.â
And he means it.
Even if there was something more between the two of you, youâve always been too good for him. And knowing him, heâd find a way to fuck it up. Youâre the last person in the world heâd ever want to hurt. Heâd let you down before, he doesnât want to do it ever again.
You shoot him a disappointed look, like you donât like hearing him say that about himself. And heâs oddly touched that youâre defending him against himself.Â
âYouâd literally be doing me a favor.â
Bradley is still surprised that he hasnât ended this conversation yet. The two of you were supposed to go to the movies, but that definitely wasnât happening now.
âIâm not saying no,â he says, âBut I need you to help me understand. Why me? Why now?â
âBradley, I want it to be with you because thereâs no one else Iâll ever feel as comfortable with as I do with you,â you explain.
He watches as you unfold yourself and climb off the bed, coming to stand in front of him. You gingerly reach out and put your hand on his forearm, like you donât want to startle him. Not that heâd be able to move anyways since it feels like the soles of his feet are cemented to the floor.
âI keep waiting for it to not feel like such a big thing, but every time it seems like itâs going to happen, I freeze. And I know youâd take care of me, and Iâm not talking about orgasms.â You stumble over the word a bit, not fully meeting his eyes as you say it. âItâs scary enough as a girl and Iâm worried Iâm going to be too in my head with anyone else. But I also donât want to look back and have any regrets, and I know I wouldnât have any with you.â
The mention of regrets makes his stomach twinge. His heart feels like itâs hammering in his chest. He doesnât know what to say.
You are looking at him with such open sincerity. He has never been good with talking about his feelings, heâs always been the type to bottle things up, while you have always worn your heart on your sleeve. It was just another way that you were braver than him.
âI know itâs a lot,â you say, letting go of him to take a step back, like you want to give him breathing room, âSo if itâs too big of an ask. Or if itâs not something youâre comfortable with-â
Bradley shakes his head cutting you off, âItâs not that at all, kid. I just havenât done this before.â Your eyebrow scrunches together in confusion. âI mean, I have,â he corrects, âBut itâs not the same. All the girls Iâve been with had already had experience. And if we were going to do this, I would want to make sure itâs as nice for you as it can be.â
âSo youâd be my first and Iâd be yours? Well, kind of.â You give him a little smile, itâs a shy but hopeful thing. Thereâs only a hint of your dimples, but itâs enough. And he feels that practical part of him that had been holding back soften at the sight of it.
He doesnât think heâs ever said no to you, excluding the times you tried to get him to give you his beer at the house parties he took you to in high school, and that was more out of self-preservation from a healthy fear of your mom than anything else.
When you wanted to learn how to drive a stick shift? He took you to the abandoned parking lot, it didnât matter that you didnât have your learnerâs permit yet. When you wanted to learn how to throw a punch? He was making sure you knew not to tuck your thumb under your fingers, so that you didnât break your own thumb instead of someoneâs nose.
Heâs always had your back and youâve had his. Thatâs how it was between the two of you.
Youâve already said it, but he needs to hear it again, âYou really want to do it?â
âI really want it to be you, Bradley. I really want to do this with you. I trust you the most.â
Heâs always been willing to help you with anything youâve ever asked of him, why should this be any different? Whatâs a couple orgasms between friends?
âOk,â Bradley nods. If itâs to reassure you or himself, he couldnât say. âIâll do it. We can do it.â
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, like you were fully prepared for him to let you down gently, âReally?â
You didnât ask for his why he was agreeing, but he was going to give it to you anyway.
âI donât think Iâve told you this, but I lost mine to Samantha Prescod after the game against Centennial that got us a spot at State that year,â he waits until he sees the recognition cross your face before continuing, âBut I had also just learned about my momâs diagnosis and I was trying to find anything I could do to not think about it.â He rubs at a spot underneath his collarbone, it never got any easier talking about his mom. âI think she assumed that Iâd done it before, because we didnât really talk about it. She was there and into it, so it just sort of happened. Actually, Iâm pretty sure she only slept with me because she wanted to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, because they got back together like three days later.â
Itâs probably for the best that Samantha Prescod lives on the other side of the country now because you look livid. Your eyes spark with anger and disbelief on his behalf.
âIt was years ago, itâs fine, kidâ he shrugs, trying to brush off your concern. âBut if I had a do-over, I donât know if Iâd make the same choice again. And thatâs not something Iâd ever want for you.â You deserve the rose petals, but heâll do his best for you. âSo we can do it, but I have one condition.â
The relief on your face and the way the tension in your shoulder releases only solidifies his decision.
âTell me,â you say, taking a half-step towards him, âI want you to be comfortable too.â
Bradley pushes off his desk and meets you the rest of the way, âIf you even think youâre feeling uncomfortable- about any of it- I need you to tell me. And weâll stop and figure out where to go from there. If itâs a change of position, if itâs a full stop and order pizza instead, weâll do that.â He pauses and reaches out to tip your chin up. âIâll do whatever you need, got it?â
You throw your arms around him, and his wrap around you just as easily. Your hair smells like the travel sized shampoo heâd picked up for you, figuring you wouldnât want to use his 2-in-1. You murmur your thank you into his shirt followed by a fuck Samantha Prescod that makes him squeeze you just a bit tighter to him in affection.
When you step back and look at him, your lips twitch upwards, âWhatâs with the look, Bradshaw? Donât tell me youâre going to lie back and think of England?â
That makes him chuckle, your joke lightening the mood in only the way that you can do. He rolls his eyes in equal parts exasperation and fondness.
âGod, I havenât been this nervous since I lost my own virginity. I was so stressed I was going to blow my load in two pumps and lose my street cred.â
You snort and send him a smirk, âWell, you must have done just fine. I overheard some glowing reviews in the girlâs bathroom on more than one occasion.â
âI maybe lasted ten trusts, but I had the good sense to eat her out after,â he admits, and then tacks on for good measure, âIâve gotten better since then.â
âWhat a stud,â you tease.
This is easier, this feels like the two of you. This should be fun, it shouldnât feel serious. He can make it good for you.
You look up at him shyly from under your lashes, âSo how do we do this?â
He feels like he only just wrapped his head around the idea of it, but now he was facing the very real possibility of seeing you very naked very soon.
âYou want to do it now?â Bradley blinks.
âI mean, if youâre up for it.â You scrunch your nose when you realize youâve made a terrible double entendre. âNo pun intended, I promise.â Â
He wipes his hands on his pants.
âYou sure?â he asks again.
âIâm sure, Bradley. As long as you are too.â
He nods, âThen I guess we justâŠâ
Heâs not sure where he was going to go with that. But heâs spared from being roasted by you for making some sure to be lame birthday suit joke because youâre untying the bow on the soft lounge shorts youâd thrown on after your shower from the hike, and all the words get trapped in his throat.
You donât look at Bradley as you slide your shorts down your legs. And you definitely donât look at him when you pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in only a soft green mesh bra and your cotton underwear. Theyâre mismatched, but sex with Bradley wasnât originally on the Spring Break To-Do List agenda for today.
In fact, you hadnât even been sure you were going to go through with asking him until he brought up the point that he knew you had something on your mind because you apparently had no poker face.
While it felt like you had a swarm of butterflies whirling in your stomach, you also knew wholeheartedly that this was the right choice for you. Everything he had said had solidified that for you.
You werenât sure how you were ever going to thank him for this, but you had a lifetime of friendship with Bradley to figure it out.
His room cast in the soft afternoon light, the blinds only partly closed. There are little streaks of gold that line the plaid comforter on his bed. Heâd been right, Charlottesville had stayed sunny just for you.
As you climb into it and situate yourself against his pillows, you can help but notice just how much his bed smells like him. Itâs not the spicy scent you associated with the High School version of him. The woodsy and warm scent embedded in the threads of his sheets suits this grown up version of him.
You feel equal parts overdressed and underdressed in your bra and underwear. You know the latter are going to come off eventually, so you make a split-second decision to just take them off yourself under his covers. The idea of Bradley helping you to pull them off later seems like it would be too intimate based on the way the thought of it makes your cheeks heat up.
Itâs practical, youâre being practical, you think to yourself.
You chance a peek at him and are surprised to see that he hasnât budged an inch. Itâs almost like he is waiting for you to get completely settled before he dares to move a muscle. His eyes are trained on the pile of your clothes on the floor, he looks lost in thought.
âBradley?â
The sound of your voice seems to kickstart him into action.
He shucks off his shirt in that kind of reckless way that seems to be ingrained in boys and then unbuttons his pants. Youâre torn between feeling like you should give him privacy and wanting to watch. What you were expecting is the way he takes the time to pick his clothes up before folding them over the back of the chair at his desk.
Your mouth goes dry as you take in the sight of his body, the diffused light perfectly outlines the shape of him. His broad shoulders are rounded with the muscles heâs gained from whatever exercises the NROTC has been putting him through. Your eyes dip down to his defined chest and over the ridges of his abs. Youâve seen him in swim trunks plenty of times, but seeing the way the muscles of his thick thighs fill out the black boxer briefs he was wearing was entirely new to you.
Bradley approaches you and then pauses as he bends down to collect your pile of clothes on the floor, his hand hesitating only for a second when he reaches for your underwear. He drapes all of your things on top of his on the chair and makes his way back to you.
The gesture makes you melt a little like a soft serve ice cream cone on a summer afternoon.
You lift the corner of the cover for Bradley and he climbs in next to you. You move closer to the wall, trying to make more room for the bulk of him in his small bed, and he shifts in even closer into you until your bodies pressed tight against one another. The curves and angles of the two of you slotting together like pieces of a puzzle.
It feels like the two of you are teetering there on the edge of something. You both know exactly where itâs going, but are unsure of how to make it from Point A to Point B. Both waiting on the other person to make the first move.
He rests his warm hand on your stomach, the muscles there jumping on their own under his touch in anticipation. Your faces are close since youâre sharing his pillow. His brown eyes are searching yours, probably looking for any sign of hesitation that you donât feel.
âTell me how youâre feeling.â Itâs not a question, but a request.
âOverwhelmed,â you admit, âBut in a good way.â He runs his palm lightly up your stomach and back down, soothingly.
âGood, thatâs good,â Bradley says, clearing his throat, âYouâre supposed to feel a little âoverwhelmed, but in a good way.ââ You feel your lips pull up at his gentle teasing.
He smiles softly at you. His face has always been so familiar to you. The pink from his scars have finally faded, but you wonder when his eyes start crinkling around the corners.
You let go of the comforter to run a finger down the top of his nose, âI donât know how this has stayed so straight.â Heâd been in more than a couple fights in his teen years, including one that had sent him through a sliding glass door.
âProbably the combination of a little luck and the fact that none of those guys could throw a punch,â Bradley smirks. He shifts on his side, propping himself up on an elbow looking down at you, still running his hand along your stomach. âWhat have you done so far?â
His fingertips circle your bellybutton and your stomach swoops like itâs on the swing carousel ride at the fair.
âSome over the clothes stuffâŠâ you stammer. Youâre having trouble focusing because all your attention is on his big hand and how it feels against your oversensitive skin. âAnd I have a vibrator, but ahâŠâ
Youâre so keenly aware of his hand. With every lazy circle he makes, he has you wondering if this is going to be the one where he finally moves his hand lower. That part of you in flutters in expectation because you know itâs coming.
You let out a shaky huff when his fingers trails back up your stomach.
âWhat is it?â Bradleyâs hand stops moving. âWhat are you thinking?â
âHonestly?â you say, trying not to squirm, âIâm getting really horny and you keep teasing me.â
He presses his lips together like heâs trying not to laugh at your overshare, and thereâs amusement in his eyes.
âYou know, some people call it foreplay,â he drawls. Youâd roll your eyes but his fingertips are by your bellybutton again and you want him to keep going. âYou ready for more?â You nod a few times because if he doesnât touch you soon you might just crawl out of your skin. âOk, gonna stop âteasingâ you now.â
This time his hand doesnât stop at your bellybutton, it keeps moving down, down.
You stutter over a breath when Bradleyâs fingers touch your clit. You feel yourself melt a little further into his mattress. Heâs making easy circles, letting you get used to someoneâs fingers other than your own on the most sensitive part of you. Your hands are clutching tightly to his comforter, unsure of what else to do with them.
âSpread your legs a little wider for me,â he murmurs. You feel your face heat up. Heâd just given you a direction, but it sounds almost indecent coming out of his mouth.
You shift, moving your legs apart further for him, until he secures your left between his own, opening you up even more. You know youâre wet and now he does too. Bradleyâs fingers slide easily over you as he increases the pressure on your clit. You can feel the intensity of his gaze on you watching for your reaction as he figures out what you like the most.
It doesnât take him long to learn your body. You donât know whether to be impressed with him or embarrassed with yourself at how quickly heâs worked you up.
Your breathing feels so loud in your ears in the quiet room, every breath and sigh is amplified. Thereâs a certain thrill in not knowing how heâs going to touch you next, your own fingers pale in comparison now.
His warm breath coasts down the side of your neck causing you to shiver at the sensation. It makes goosebumps break out along your arms and your nipples pull taut.
He notices. Of course he notices.
âAre you cold?â His voice is low in your ear.
âNo, I-â Oh god, youâre right there. âB-bradley, Iâm-â Youâve made yourself orgasm plenty of times, but youâve never shared that part of yourself with anyone else before. No one knows what you sound like or what you look like when you come. But now, Bradley was going to have the piece of you too. A whine escapes you without your permission.
âItâs ok, kid, Iâve got you.â
Youâre seeking and searching, but itâs Bradleyâs fingers that have the answer.
And you come with your stomach twitching and hips jerking as he murmurs praise in your ear.
His fingers slow down, featherlight on your clit, but your heart is still racing when he rasps, âThereâs one, you up for another?â
Bradley loves that moment during sex when he hears that first gasp or moan. He loves learning what sounds of satisfaction he can pull from his partner. He loves knowing he earned it. But he never in his life could have ever anticipated hearing those sounds from you.
In his bed. Because of him.
He didnât expect the lick of heat that curled up his spine at the shape of your legs and the curve of your ass as you were stepping out of your shorts. Heâd never seen anything so strangely endearing as it was watching you shimmy your underwear off under the shield of his covers.
Every hitch in your breath made his blood run hotter in his veins. He was trying to control his cock, but heâd started getting hard the second youâd pulled your shirt off. Your bra was some kind of sheer thing that left nothing to the imagination, and while he wasnât trying to check you out- because thatâs not how it was between the two of you- he couldnât help the way his eyes flickered down.
Youâre slippery, wet, and warm. And he knows he can make you come again.
âDo you want me to use my fingers now?â
You crack an eye open at him, itâs the first time youâve opened your eyes since he first touched you. Your eyes are bright in that way that only comes with an orgasm. âI thought you already were.â
âSuch a smartass,â he grins.
Bradley changes the unhurried circles heâd been making on your clit to the upstroke that made your hips jerk up into his hand the first time heâd tried it. The little noises youâre making have him fighting the urge to grind himself against you for some relief of his own. Heâs still got your knee tucked between his own; where there had been a hint of polite space between your bodies, the way youâre writhing now has him pressed up against your hip.
You gasp, breathily, âOh, youâre hard.â The disbelief is evident in your voice, but itâs the look in your eyes that he doesnât know what to make of, something like surprise.
Heâs been trying to be a gentleman, this is about you and not him. There might not be anything romantic happening between the two of you, but this was hot and he was more than a little turned on. And he knows you are too because he can feel how wet you are under his fingers.
ââCourse I am,â Bradley says, nudging his nose against your temple, âIâve got a pretty girl in my bed half naked.â He didnât want you to feel like you were in this on your own, so he lightly rocks against you. He wants you to feel him, he wants you to know he is into this too. âAre you ready more?â
âIâm ready, I want more,â you confirm, wrapping your hand around his bicep.
Your breath hitches as he teases you with just the tip of his finger.
Heâs been told before he has big hands and thick fingers, heâs always taken it as a compliment in the past, but now heâs scanning your face for any trace of discomfort as he sinks one into you.
Your eyebrows twitch then smooth out and your mouth drops open as he starts pumping his finger into you in a smooth rhythm.
âThat feels nice,â you sigh, airily.
He knows you like it when your hips tip up just a fraction. His comforter is bunched around your waist and your nipples are peaked against the see-through fabric of your bra. He gets his thumb on your clit and you whimper as you tentatively roll your hips against his fingers.
Bradley hums his approval, âAtta girl. There you go, find what feels good for you.â His voice sounds low even to his own ears, a throaty rumble. He feels you clench around his fingers and it sets his pulse racing. Itâs a piece of information he tucks away for himself.
Heâs gentle on your clit, but now that he knows youâre into it heâs setting a more purposeful pace with his fingers.
Youâve got your bottom lip pinned between your teeth, like youâre trying to swallow down your sounds. He didnât realize how much he liked hearing these new sounds from you until you started trying to muffle them. On the next slide of his finger into you, he knows exactly what heâs looking for.
You suck in a sharp breath of surprise when he finds it.
âIs that the right spot, kid?â He sounds so smug. You curse and your hand clutches at his shoulder. âYou want to try a second finger?â he murmurs into your ear.
âYes,â you rock into his hand, âYes, please.â
âWhatever you want, Miss Manners.â His chest feels like heâs taken a shot of Fireball. âYouâre so polite when youâre trying to get your way.â
âIâm always polite,â you challenged weakly, pressing your head further into his pillow.
âMhm,â he indulges, fondly, âYouâre the sweetest girl I know.â
And then he fills you with two fingers.
âJesus, Bradley,â you gasp, offering more of yourself to him.
Your nails dig into the muscle of his shoulder as he lets your whimpers and whines guide his hands.
The two of you have your eyes fixed on the way the tendons of the visible part of his forearm are flexing before it disappears under the covers as he works you.
Bradley curls his fingers into that spongy part of you and your hand flies to his wrist, gripping him tight. It makes him pause, worried that he might have pushed you too far too fast.
âNo, no. D-donât stop,â you plead, desperately, âIâm so close. Keep going, please.â You squeeze his wrist encouragingly.
âSorry, sorry,â he soothes. He focuses his efforts on that spot again now that he knows you werenât wanting him to slow down, but rather trying to hold him in place. His fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit working in tandem to get you there again.
âI just- yes. Like that. Oh fuck. Keep doing that. Oh my god. Please, Bradley.â
Heâs heard you say his name a lot of different ways, but never like this.
Your back arches and you twist yourself towards him, burying your face against him and keening into the hollow of his throat as you come around his fingers.
You jerk and writhe into his hand, your knee slips free of his and your thighs clamp together around him. Bradley rolls off the arm heâd been leaning on and brings it to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer and holding you to him as he steadily works you through it until youâre loose-limbed in his arms.
He waits until your rapid pants have evened out before he slips his fingers from you. The displeased sound that you make makes the corners of his mouth twitch. He should have known youâd be bossy. He rubs gentle circles into the divots at the base of your neck as you come down.
Bradley can feel your lips graze the side of his neck when you finally speak, âSo, um, let me know if you need a letter of recommendation or anything. Iâd be happy to pass one along to your next partner.â You languidly prop yourself up on his chest and he notes with pride that you look a little flushed. âBut, seriously, I get it now.â
He huffs a laugh as he toys with the end of your hair, âIâm glad it lived up to the hype. Well, at least that part of it.â
You press your lips together like youâre deciding something, tracing idle shapes on his stomach, and he canât decide if he thinks youâre doing it without realizing it or if youâre the one doing the teasing this time. Your eyes flick down to his visibly hard cock and he feels his face heat up, âCan I?â
âDo you want to?â Bradley wants this experience to be everything you need and want it to be, but something about the tables turning here and the idea of you being the one to touch him like that makes his heart pound.
âI want to make you feel good too,â you softly tell him, resting your chin on your shoulder. The tender way youâre looking at him makes his teeth ache.
âOk, but only for a little bit,â he agrees. Bradley knows heâs walking a tightrope with this, heâs aching and more than ready to be touched, but he doesnât want to come all over your hand.
He plants his feet into his mattress and lifts his hips enough to pull off his boxer briefs, sighing in relief as his cock bobs free.
âThat canât be average,â you mutter under your breath.
He doesnât know if you meant to have said it out loud but he smirks all the same, âIâve never been average a day in my life, kid, Grade A student here.â
A groan slips out of him as your tentative fingers grasp his cock. Thereâs a lack of finesse in the way you touch him, your hand isnât nearly as well-practiced as his own. He wraps his hand over yours, guiding your strokes as he shows you just what he likes.
âYou can grip it a little firmer,â he coaches. You nod studiously, like youâre going to be tested on it later. Together the two of you work him from root to tip.
Bradley had never given much thought to his size until now. He knew he was big, but seeing that your thumb couldnât reach the tips of your fingers when your hand was curved around him was an ego boost he didnât know he needed.
You get more confident with every glide up and down the length of him. Your tricky thumb sweeps over the tip, collecting what precum had gathered there, and it makes your hand slide easier over him. When he accidentally thrusts into your hand, you grin and there are those dimples again.
âOk, ok,â he blows out a shaky breath, stilling your hand with his. âWe gotta stop or Iâm going to come. And Iâm not about to be a one pump chump.â
âIt sounded like youâre more of a ten pump chump, if I remember correctly,â you tease, looking all too pleased with yourself. âDonât worry, Bradshaw, your street cred is safe with me.â
He shakes his head in amused disbelief, âYouâre such a goddamn menace. I knew I shouldnât have told you that part.â He surprises the both of you when he wraps an arm around you and rolls to pin you under him.
And itâs like all the air is sucked out of the room because your thighs are cradling his hips and his cock is resting heavy on your stomach.
Neither one of you dare to move. Heâd give anything to know what youâre thinking right now, he feels out of his depth as he watches you watching him.
His tongue feels thick in his mouth, âAre you on-â
You nod before he even finishes the question.
âDo you have-â
He nods before you finish yours.
âWhat did you promise me?â he prompts, squeezing the dip of your waist.
You hold up your pinky to him, âIâll tell you.â He wraps his own crooked one around yours and gives it a shake.
Bradley doesnât know what comes over him, but he drops a kiss to your shoulder as he reaches over you into the drawer of his nightstand to fish out what he needs. Heâs thankful when you donât comment on it because he wouldnât even know how to explain it.
He leans back on his knees and rolls the condom on with practiced ease, then flicks open the cap to the bottle of lube heâs also grabbed and drizzles it over his cock.
âAm I notâŠâ you trail off. He doesnât think heâs ever heard you sound this shy with him before.
âYouâre plenty wet,â he assures you, pumping himself- once, twice- just enough to coat himself, âBut thisâll be good too. I think youâll like it.â
Bradley settles back over you, one arm braced by your head and the other on your hip, as your hands come up to rest lightly on either side of his ribcage. He rocks against you to demonstrate; the head of his cock nudges your clit with each silky pass. You exhale heavily at the sensation as he eases you into the motion of it, as he shows you what itâs like with another person.
Youâre holding him close, and in just a moment the two of you will be the closest two people can be.
He makes only enough room to reach down between your bodies, only looks away from your face long enough to line himself up with you. There is such trust in your eyes as you gaze up at him, itâs not something Bradley takes for granted.
You nod, your fingers stroking his sides.
God, does he want this to be good for you.
He takes a breath.
And then heâs shifting forward and pressing in.
Bradley thrusts into you with all the careful gentleness youâd expect from him.
His thumb skimming along your forehead as he pushes in, in, in.
When he found that spot inside of you with his fingers, you thought you were going to fly away from the intensity of it, but then heâd pulled you into the safety of his arms and you felt like you could fall apart because heâd be keeping the pieces of you together.
Heâs been so good to you. He is so good to you. Heâs the best person you know.
The more of him he gives you, the less you feel like you can catch your breath.
You feel hot, hot all over. And much fuller than youâve ever been.
Some sound must make its way out of you because Bradley offers you a low soothing noise before you feel his lightly chapped lips against your temple.
Thereâs something about this that reminds you of the time he tried to teach you how to skateboard. Always waited until you told him you were ready, until you found your balance. Heâd held your hand as you cautiously rolled along the sidewalk, you were less worried about falling with him by your side. Only this time, his hand is on your waist and the only movements are his hips against yours as he rocks into you.
Little by little. Inch by inch.
You clutch at his biceps at the slight stinging sensation and you feel him hesitate.
âItâs just a lot,â you whisper. His fingers flex on your waist.
âYouâre doing so good, just a bit more,â Bradley murmurs, encouragingly.
Thereâs pressure, thereâs a give, and then thereâs relief when his hips finally, finally meet yours.
âShit,â he curses under his breath.
Your eyes had flickered shut somewhere along the way. You open them to see that Bradleyâs face and chest are flushed pink, the muscle of his jaw flexing. The furrow between his eyebrows is so deep that you release your grip on him to smooth out the lines with an unsteady fingertip.
He reads the question in your eyes.
âYouâre just really tight,â he grits out, voice strained.
You assumed that was a good thing, but heâs holding himself so tense above you that now youâre not sure. âDo I-,â you fumble over the words, âDoes this feel good for you?â
He huffs an incredulous laugh, and brushes back some hair from off your face, âYou feel really fucking good, sweet-â
Your whimper cuts him off when he pulls out a fraction and then pushes back in.
His brown eyes take you in as he does it again, more this time. Pulling out just a bit- just enough- and then filling you again. The discomfort fading more with each thrust as he guides his hips to yours until yours are tilting up to meet his seeking more.
Itâs a conversation between your bodies, the give and the take of it all as Bradley introduces you to this new unspoken language. You feel yourself flutter around his cock, stretched wider than youâve ever been.
You feel that heat spreading underneath your skin again as he surely and steadily pumps into you. It feels like your nerves are on fire. You didnât expect to even come once and youâre well on your way to a third.
He reaches down and hooks your leg over his hip. His hand slides up along the outside of your thigh and under your ass, tilting your hips up towards his even more. Heâs so much deeper like this. Your hands slide into his hair, tugging at his curls.
âBradley, I-I think⊠I feel-â
 âYouâre gonna come,â he rasps, nodding at you. Encouraging, coaxing.
He grinds his pelvis against your clit with every deliciously slow roll into you.
Your mouth drops open at the feel of it, itâs better than anything youâve ever imagined. You donât think your faces have ever been closer than they are now. Bradley is breathing your air, and youâre breathing his. Bradleyâs pupils are blown wide, his heavy-lidded eyes are locked on yours. You didnât know there could be so many shades of brown. His curls are a mess and itâs all because of you. He licks his lips and your breath catches in your throat when his eyes dart down to your parted mouth.
His next thrust into you hits that spot inside of you just so right that it has you gasping.
Itâs so good, itâs too good, itâs overwhelming.
You wrap your arms around his neck clinging to him, your face buried against him. Bradley drops his head to your shoulder, you feel his lips brush against your clavicle. Your head moves away on instinct, making more room for him if he wants to do it again.
You get lost in the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the places youâve heard about and read about, but have never felt for yourself until now. Heâs still got your ass gripped in his hand, whereas your hands canât stay in one spot. Theyâre tangled in his hair, running over his shoulders and down his abs, gliding over his back aided by the sheen of sweat heâs worked up.
Youâre not trying to hold yourself back, but it feels like youâre standing on the tallest diving board at the pool, your toes curled around the edge, but still too nervous about the drop to jump.
âCâmon, kid. Youâre right there,â he breathes hard, âI need you to come for me. Just one more.â
He gets his fingers back on your clit and itâs the end of you. Your back is arching so much you think you might snap. Your toes curl so tights they may never unfurl. The force your orgasm overtakes you, demanding everything you have up to offer and then some.
You hear Bradleyâs moan as you pulse around his cock, trembling under him as the waves of pleasure wash over you. His hips stutter against yours, finally losing that steady rhythm heâd set, you pull him tighter to you and itâs not long until he comes too.
Itâs all white noise. All you can feel is your heartbeat pounding, until little pieces of the world come back into focus.
The hum of the fan.
The beam of warm afternoon light through the blinds.
The smell of the now cold coffee on his nightstand.
In the after, youâre all too aware of every place your body is touching Bradleyâs.
Heâd somehow managed to roll on his back and had taken you with him. He was literally just inside of you, but yet it feels like your leg draped over his thigh is somehow more intimate. A prickly self-conscious feeling settles over you. Unsure of what the rules were for friends who just had sex, you attempt to peel yourself off of him, but the heavy arm over your waist keeps you in place.
âCome back here, kid,â Bradley mumbles, his eyes still closed, âI need to cuddle after I come, so Iâm gonna need you to indulge me here for a moment.â He strokes a soothing hand down your back. And while he says itâs for him, you know heâs still trying to take care of you.
He hums when you lay back down. You set a hand on his chest. He reaches for it with his free one and threads your fingers together. It makes you melt further into him.
You feel a little different. But mostly, you feel like a weight you didnât know youâd been carrying had been lifted off of you.
Your first time was everything you hoped it would be. You were safe and cared for, and you already knew, youâd never have any regrets about it. And it was all because of him.
âThank you, Bradley,â you say, softly.
âAnything for you, kid.â
Your early morning catches up with you as you lay there, warm and secure. Your eyelids get heavier with each pass of Bradleyâs hand along your spine. And you drift off to the sound of his heartbeat under your ear.
Youâre still you. And Bradley is still Bradley.
It was just⊠something between friends.
A few hours later the two of you are still in his bed.
Only now youâre clothed and swapping the cartons of Chinese food that heâd ordered while youâd napped against his chest, and fighting over the fortune cookies watching some reruns of old sitcoms. You couldnât hear their laugh tracks over your own.
The last couple of days you had at UVA fly by just as quickly.
You donât know how, but the two of you managed to cross of all the things on his Spring Break To-Do List. And before you knew it you were back at the airport.
Bradley had insisted on walking you in, wanting to see you off.
Neither one of you has ever been good with goodbyes. So you donât give him one, instead you reach for your bag and tell him, âOk, see you in June.â
Bradley doesnât let go, clearly confused, âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
You grin because it feels like a checkmate.
âYou didnât think youâd be getting that diploma all by yourself, did you?â
He looks thunderstruck.
You and your mom already had the plane tickets and hotel room booked. Your stepdad wouldnât be able to come, but he was planning on sending your mom with one of the cakes from his familyâs bakery. Youâd been tasked with finding out what flavor, carrot cake or peanut butter- Bradleyâs two favorites- but you could iron out the details with him later.
Youâd had a busy week, plus it was more fun this way.
Bradley tugs you into his arms, yours wrap around him just as easily as they always have.
âJune?â he asks into the crown of your head.
âJune,â you promise.
And when he lets you go- for real this time- itâs with a smile that takes up his whole face.
He doesnât say goodbye either, âBe good, kid. See you in June.â
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You avoid Rooster for the rest of the night.
And Jake too, for that matter. Bless Javy for finding ways to distract him because you could tell than man was chomping at the bit for more details. But youâd already given him more than enough.
You could have lied, you probably should have lied. It might have been easier than feeling like youâd hung up part of yourself on the drying line for everyone to see. But in that moment, the thought of lying and saying anyone elseâs name other than Roosterâs had made your stomach turn.
Because it was the truth, he was your first, but he was also your best.
When you come out of the bathroom, thereâs no missing Rooster. Heâs leaning against the wall by the entrance. It takes him a moment to notice you since he looks lost in thought, but when he does you feel pinned to the wall by the intense look in his eyes.
He stands to his full height as you approach, you know he wants to talk about it.
You shake your head at him, âWe donât need to do this.â
âNo, kid, we really do.â He takes you by the arm and leads you to a quieter spot away from everyone else.
âIt was just a game,â you start before he can, âAnd now I know more about everyoneâs sex life than I ever wanted to.â He crosses his arms over his chest at your attempt at deflection. âLook, Iâm really sorry if that was something you wanted to keep a secret or just between us. I should have asked you first if that was ok to share.â
âI donât care about that.â Rooster waves you off and takes a step closer to you, his eyes searching yours. âAll this time and Iâm the best youâve ever had?â
âAre we really doing this? Here and now?â
You peer around him to look and see if anyone is watching the two of you, it feels like a showdown. But all the Daggers are occupied, probably on purpose. Youâve never seen Mickey with such a serious look of concentration on his face.
âHere and now,â he confirms.
You feel flustered, âRooster, itâs been 12 years and we havenât talked about it once-â
âBradley,â he cuts you off. He takes another step towards you, so youâre toe to toe with him. âIâve always been Bradley to you.â
The tension that had crept up in your shoulders releases a bit.
âBradley,â you say, softly. âListen, Iâve had a lot of good sex since then. Great sex even.â He presses his lips together and nods. âAnd with other men, if I felt like they werenât putting in their best effort Iâd kick them out because the bar was set very high early on.â
You see him fight back a smirk.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmurs, with pride.
Your breath gets caught in your throat, you know he hears it because his eyes take on a richer shade of brown. You both feel the shift, tension churning between the two of you.
Taking a deep breath, you continue, âBut I was telling the truth when I said you were my best. Probably because of the way you made sure I knew that you cared. I donât know how to describe it. It was just different with you.â
You feel his finger graze the back of your hand.
The sounds of the Hard Deck fade into the background as you stare at each other. Entire conversations are being had as you look into his eyes and he looks into yours. Words and sentences spoken with glances.
Just friends donât look at each other like this.
âItâs never been like this,â you whisper, âWeâve never been like this before.â You gesture at how close he is to you.
How heâs almost got you backed up against a wall.
How heâs looking at you like youâre his.
âI know.â
He says your name and your heart somersaults in your chest.
âI want to see your tattoo. I keep finding myself looking for it when weâre all at the beach. And then I get annoyed, knowing that people have seen it and I havenât.â
âMy tattoo? Bradley, what-â
âI want to see your tattoo,â he repeats like itâs a fact. âAnd I want to punch Seresin in his smug face every time he flirts with you.â
You roll your eyes, âJake doesnât flirt with me, not really. He just likes riling you up.â
âWhat if I said I wanted to try this as more than friends.â Bradley settles a large hand on your hip. âWhat if I said that since youâve moved here Iâve had a hard time keeping my head on straight.â
âBradley.â His name falls out of your mouth so easily now that it can.
âI want to take you home with me. I want to kiss you. I want to make you come. I need to know if you sound the same in my bed. And then I want to take you out for breakfast and buy whatever fancy coffee you want and as many pancakes as you can eat.â
Youâve been told that you wear your heart on your sleeve, but he has always worn his on his face. Thereâs no mistaking the open want on his face.
âBradley, itâll be different this time.â For so many reasons.
Because itâs not a favor being asked. Itâs not some new experience being tried with the person you trust the most, with everything. Youâd be on equal footing. It wouldnât be a friend helping a friend, the two of you would be crossing that line between friends and more because you want each other in that way.
âI want it to be different, sweet girl,â he says, cupping your face in his familiar hand, âIâm ready for it to be different, if you are.â
He looks from your eyes down to your parted lips.
âWe didnât do that last time,â you whisper. Feeling brave, you reach out and run your fingers along the buttons of his shirt.
âNo, we didnât,â he agrees. His eyes are trained on his thumb as he skims it under your lip. âAnd thatâs a damn shame.â
Bradleyâs face is all you can see. Warm eyes, a still-straight nose, and a soft smile that is for you and you alone.
He dips down and your eyes flutter closed, your head tipping up on its own in anticipation.
His lips brush your cheek. Itâs not enough.
You tug on his collar, but he chuckles and kisses your cheek again, lingering longer this time.
âIâm not kissing you for the first time around the corner from a bathroom,â he rasps.
You open your eyes and see the amusement in his. He always did like teasing you.
âOh, where do you plan on doing it then?â
âOutside your front door, like a gentleman,â he says, like itâs obvious.
You canât help but grin because Bradley Bradshaw canât wait the extra 10 minutes it would take to drive to his place instead of yours. He wants that kiss just as badly as you do. You watch as a matching smile to yours blooms across his face.
It feels normal to slide your fingers between his much larger ones. It feels right as you lead the way out of the Hard Deck with him only a step behind you.
As it turns out, he only makes it as far as the Bronco before heâs spinning you back towards him and pressing you against it. His hands are on your hips and yours are wrapped around his neck as he kisses you for the very first time.
Bradley kisses you like a man who knows what he wants. And what he wants is you.
Itâs not tentative in the way that first kisses usually are.
He kisses you like he knows you.
Because he does.
Later, when he closes the door to the Bronco for you, it feels like the end of one thing. But as he slips his fingers into yours when he backs out of the parking space it feels like the beginning of something new.
That night tangled in Bradleyâs sheets- heâd kissed you at every light which made those extra 10 minutes it took to get to his home worth it- he makes your back arch and your toes curl as he makes you come with his fingers and mouth and tongue and cock. His lips dropping kiss after kiss on every part of you that he can reach. Because he can, because you want him and he wants you.Â
The way he touches you tells you that he remembers it all.
He was you first, but what you wouldnât learn until later, is that he would also be your last.
And heâd be the only man to ever have your entire heart.
Happy Birthday Jordan! An AU just for you! đ I adore you and I hope this year is the best one yet!
A big thank you to @callsignspark and @ofstoriesandstardust for their help and beta reading and their woogirling! I appreciate you two so much!
Author's Note: this was a "what-if" AU set in the 'Like I Can' universe! If you want to read about what really happens you can read it here!
You can read more of my stories here!
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Golden Hour Ch. 10
Full chapter here
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Marking | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 374
No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI
Warnings! Hickeys, biting, kinda dirty talk? no actual smut, it's short, lmk if I missed anything
Ao3
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Bradley had been unbelievably clingy since getting back from deployment. Every second he wasnât at work, he was attached to your hip. Not that you were complaining. It was Saturday and you were both off work, lazing in bed. You were propped against the pillows, strolling through social media, while Bradley laid with his head on your chests, humming softly.Â
âCan I give you a hickey?â Bradley mumbled, nuzzling his face into your breasts, muffling his voice. âMaybe two?âÂ
âFeeling a little possessive?â You teased, tossing your phone to the other side of the bed. Bradley nodded, âOkay, baby, mark me up.â Bradley perked up, lifting his head for the first time in over an hour. You leaned down, lips meeting in a gentle kiss that put a smile on your face.
âSit on my lap, honey, and take your top off.â Bradley rolled off of you and onto his side of the bed, you didnât have the heart to point out that he was now sitting on your phone. You straddled his lap, pulling off the shirt of his you had worn to bed. One of Bradleyâs hands rested on your back, bracing you, and the other cupped the back of your neck.Â
Bradleyâs eyes were filled with desire, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. You had to bite your lip to keep from squirming on his lap and escalating things before he even got started.
âYouâre going to look so pretty all bruised up for me,â Bradley kissed your collar bone, âEveryoneâs going to be able to look at you and know youâre mine.â He moved up to your neck, âTell me youâre mine, honey.â
âAll yours,â Your voice was ridiculously breathy, even to your ears but you didnât have it in you to be embarrassed. âAre you going toâŠ?â Bradley chuckled, pulling away from where he was marking the front of your throat.
âYou want me to?âÂ
âPretty please, Lee?â Bradley kissed his way to your shoulder before gently biting down, âFuck, baby.â You had discovered an affinity for his love bites after Bradley had gotten a little too carried away going down on you, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your thighs.Â
âSo fucking good for me.â
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Darkness [Bradley Bradshaw x Reader]
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
WC: 500
Warnings: All angst
And in the darkness, she awakened.Â
Fingertips on her flesh. Lips on her throat. Sighs in her ear.Â
A beg, unspoken.Â
She knew what he needed. There was a secret, buried deep within the dark spaces of silence that lingered between them. It was what was unsaid as they moved in rhythm.Â
And when it was over, she held him in her arms and told him she would never let go.Â
Bradley was quiet, but she knew what he was thinking.Â
He needed her.Â
***
The first time, she tried to say all of the things that had come into her head for the two weeks that he was gone. But he returned a shell. Gone was the man who stood on top of the wooden bar and sang at the top of his lungs, pulling her up with him, grinning as they swayed to the loud piano music emanating from the corner.Â
The man who returned to her was a ghost of the man she loved.Â
And yet, she persevered.Â
She cooked his favorite meals, rented his favorite movies, organized trips to the beach. Nothing brought back the light behind his chocolate eyes.Â
But when he reached for her in the middle of the night, his limbs warm on hers, she knew that he was crawling out of a nightmare sheâd never see.Â
And so she held him, flesh to flesh, lips on his, eyes closed but seeing all they needed to.Â
And when it was over, she held him tight and promised to never let go, and finally the tears that had been building started to flow and she knew that the man who had returned had lost a piece of himself out there in the skies.Â
***
Time passed, and things changed, but still she found herself reaching for him in the darkness, even when his side of the bed was cold. And the reminder that he was out there, in the unknown, burned a hole of fear in her stomach.Â
But when he returned, and his side of the mattress was warm, there was still an emptiness that surrounded the bed.Â
She stopped asking what had happened.Â
As the lines in his face grew deeper, and as their house filled with the sound of childrenâs footsteps that turned from whispers to thunder, the silence grew as a weight between their hearts.Â
And in the quiet, she closed her eyes.Â
In the quiet, she wondered what her life would have been like if he had never stepped foot in that jet.Â
In the quiet, she contemplated leaving.Â
But then flesh begot flesh, and he belonged to her again, if only for a moment.Â
And in the stillness, his eyes opened.Â
In the darkness, he pressed his hand to her cheek.Â
In the quiet, she opened her eyes.Â
And then his voice, husky and deep, penetrated the air that stood so still around them.Â
He asked for forgiveness, for the way he haunted her.Â
She leaned forward and tipped her forehead against his.Â
She needed him, too. Â
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no no because iâm blushing đ€ that was so hot and i canât believe i havenât read it before!?!!! like
âSo pretty,â Bradley murmured. âSuch a pretty pussy, taking my fingers so well. You know you have to, have to stretch her out so my cock will fit.â
and that cheeky lil shit with the song!?! heâs so smooth đ€
my forever, every day (rooster x reader)
Pairing: rooster x fem!reader (no y/n)
Synopsis: rooster and his girlfriend get sidetracked on a drive down PCH.
Warnings:Â 18+, minors please DNI, swearing, sex, oral sex (m receiving), squint-and-you-miss it rank kink, also praise kinks bc of who i am as a person...anything else, y'all lmk
Length: 4.9k
the title is a lyric from bronco, by the driver era . this one was written for @jadore-andor (happy birthday, my dear!!) and tagging my loves @peakyrogers @winterrebel04 @blue-aconite đ
It had been the perfect day off.
Youâd both gotten a little more sun than you probably shouldâve, and there was sand all over the floorboards, but it had been an absolutely perfect day off. Breakfast tacos, then lazing around on a beach in San Clemente, then an ice cream from the shop at the end of the pier and now driving back down to San Diego in your swimsuits while the sun sank over the oceanâwhat more could a girl ask for?
Youâd both gotten a little more sun than you probably shouldâve, and there was sand all over the floorboards, but it had been an absolutely perfect day off. Breakfast tacos, then lazing around on a beach in San Clemente, then an ice cream from the shop at the end of the pier and now driving back down to San Diego in your swimsuits while the sun sank over the oceanâwhat more could a girl ask for?
The bass faded and when you heard the first notes of the next song, you recognized it, too. You looked at Bradley suspiciously; normally, his music tastes skewed much more Indie Rock than Pop Punk, and the last four or five songs had been much more your speed than his.
âBradley?â you asked.
âYeah, gorgeous?â He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow.Â
âI love all of these songs,â you said, and it wasnât really a question, as much as it was a request for an explanation. Â
âWell, yeah, thatâs kind of the point,â Bradley said. His hand slipped down the wheel to flip on his turn signal, while keeping his other arm stretched over the back of the bench seat.
You waited for him to finish merging lanes before you asked, âWhat do you mean?â
Bradley glanced over at you, then leaned forward to grab his phone, connected through an adapter to a cable to the cassette tape that would let his phone play music through the vintage console. On his screen, you saw a Spotify playlist, simply titled: âFor Gorgeous đ€â.Â
Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at it, then back up at your boyfriend, his eyes on the road. Behind his sunglasses, you could see them flicking to you, not like he was nervous, but like he was gauging your reaction.
âYou made me a playlist?â you asked.
âI mean,â Bradley said, shifting in his seat, âitâs not, like, a big deal. You just were so excited for your day off, and this perfect beach day that you wanted, so I thought itâd be good to end it with music you like.â
You scrolled through the playlist, recognizing most of the songs as titles youâd either shared with accompanying stories, or songs that were a part of memories the two of you shared.Â
âBradley Bradshaw,â you said fondly, setting his phone back in the cupholder, next to the empty ice cream cup from the pier. âThe old school romantic.â
He scoffed, pushing up his sunglasses again, and the hand that was over the back of the bench seat flicked down to tug lightly on your hair. You wrinkled your nose, reaching up to grab his hand and pull it into your lap. You wove your fingers between his, your free hand tracing over the veins on the back of his hand.Â
You lifted his hand, after a moment, pressing a quick kiss to the back of it, before settling it back in your lap.
âThank you,â you told him. âToday was wonderful.â
Bradley squeezed your hand, his fingers brushing the tops of your thighs against where you held him.
âOf course, honey,â he said.Â
The song ran out and you went back to playing with his hands. You loved his hands, you were a simple girl like that, and his were enormous. Broad fingers, calloused palms, and always warm, always available to you.
The next song picked up, and you frowned for a moment, before you recognized it.Â
A memory flashed through your headâyour blue sundress pushed up to around your hips, Bradleyâs jacket on the floor of the bathroom of The Hard Deck, the lock digging into your back as your boyfriend lost himself between your thighs. Him whispering into your cunt that he couldnât wait until he could take you home, heâd do this better later, that you tasted better than he couldâve imagined, and holding you on the brink of orgasm until the rest of the bar sang along with the guitar riff, covering your keening moans when you finally came apart on his tongue.Â
In the present moment, you looked over at Bradley, unsure if thatâs why this was included on the list, to see a spot of color on his cheeks, his hand tightly clutching the steering wheel. The hand you still held was deliberately loose, but every other inch of him was radiating tension, and youâd place money on the fact that the same memory was running through his mind.
You tried to keep a laugh out of your voice when you asked him, âYou didnât think this through, did you?â
âShut up,â Bradley muttered without malice, shifting in his seat.
You bit your lip to hide a grin, and continued to watch his growing discomfort. His wide shoulders were tense, and he lifted one of his knees to hold the wheel steady while he wiped his palm on the front of his board shorts.
âDonât look at me like that,â Bradley said, without looking at you to confirm what expression you wore. You pressed your lips together to trap a giggle, before looking deliberately out the window, giving him a break.Â
The sun sank into the horizon and the world slipped into the blue haze of twilight as the song played out. Another one came on, something soft and sweet, and you started tracing Bradleyâs hand again. This song was one that had gotten you through his last deployment, one youâd looped while you cleaned the empty apartment, or rereading his last emails. Bradleyâs thumb rubbed against your palm comfortingly, and you knew he knew.
The lights flipped on on the side of the road, soft circles of light cutting through the blue haze of the evening, as the guitar strings faded. Another song picked up, a beat set by a bass, and unfamiliar lyrics. You frowned, looking back at your boyfriend.
âWhatâs this one from?â you asked.
Bradley lifted a shoulder noncommittally, focusing on the road. âDunno,â he said, âjust made me think of you.âÂ
You hummed in acceptance, listening to the lyrics. It wasnât an indictment or a compliment, and you leaned across the seat to take Bradleyâs glasses off his nose as the night got darker.
âYou donât need these anymore, do you?â you asked, sliding them into your hair to hold it out of your face.Â
Bradley squinted on principle, but didnât fight it as you stole his aviators to use as a headband. You looked out the front of the car, at the tail lights ahead of you flickering on, and you felt him watching you.
âWhat?â you asked, looking back to meet him. Even in the dim light, you could make out the deep brown of his eyes, flitting between the road and watching you.
After a long moment, he cleared his throat.Â
âYou really donât remember this song?â he asked. His voice was low, curious, like he held a secret, not like he was disappointed, so you answered honestly and shook your head.
Bradley nodded, then the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. âGuess Iâd better remind you, then,â he said.
You tilted your head. âWait, I thought it wasnâtââ
Bradley leaned a little to the side, looking under your lowered visor at a sign flashing by on the roadside.Â
âHold on, gorgeous,â he said, reaching over briefly to tug on your safety belt, before throwing the Bronco into a lower gear, slamming on the brakes, and turning off the 101.Â
You squeaked as the truck pitched to the side, reeling into an overnight campsite off the beach. It was one of those that you got access to via a statewide membership, and Bradley kept the car registered in case he and the guys wanted to go on a trip; tonight it meant he could just wave authoritatively to the park ranger in the box, and drive you guys through.
âWhat the hell, Rooster,â you gasped at his impulsiveness, but he was silent as he drove to the back of the lot. The car lurched to a stop and he was out of it before it fully stopped moving, his long legs eating up the distance from the driverâs side to the passengerâs door. He yanked open your door, reached around you to undo your safety belt, and pulled you to the edge of your seat. With one massive hand, Bradley spread your legs, settling between them, and he wound his other hand through your hair, tilting your head back to kiss you hungrily.Â
You whimpered in surprise and Bradley took advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss. He kissed you like he did everything to youâwith measured intensity, determined thoroughness, and sweet honesty. His lips were soft, knowing the perfect pressure and pull to tempt you deeper into his arms, and on his breath you tasted the cherry chocolate of the ice cream youâd split back in San Clemente.Â
Your arms wound around his neck, pulling you nearly out of the Bronco and against your boyfriendâs tall frame and he made a sound of approval deep in his throat. You felt it through his chest, and the hand in your hair pulled his aviators out of them before he ran his fingers slid down the exposed skin of your back, skimming over the ties that held your bikini top up.
When Bradley pulled back a breath, you were both panting, lips swollen, a little drunk chasing the taste of each other.
âYou still donât remember?â Bradley asked, his voice low, rough, the rasp of it sending a tremor through you.Â
You shook your head and Bradleyâs eyes darkened, even as he smiled.
âBackseat, sweet girl,â Bradley said, stepping back out of your space, but you still felt his touch all over your skin. âNow.â
And, what, were you gonna say no to that?
You kicked off your sandals, leaving them in the front seat as you slipped under Bradleyâs arm, and into the door he opened to the backseat of his car.
You heard Bradley chuckling at your haste as he followed behind you, pulling the door shut and then hauling you into his lap by your thighs.Â
You landed gracelessly, straddling him in the hunched space, and a moment later, his mouth found yours as he kissed you again. It was different like this, just as delicious but closer. Thighs over each other, stomachs against one another, limbs cramped in the tight space as you scrambled for purchase in each othersâ bodies. Yours settled on Bradleyâs shoulders, and you could feel his strong arms shifting, running over you, and then gone. You pulled back questioningly when Bradleyâs hands lifted from your skin, to find him hastily shrugging out of his Hawaiian shirt.Â
âPresumptive,â you teased him, leaning in to kiss his neck while he tried to pull the shirt out from where it was trapped between him and the seat. You felt his chest constrict when your lips brushed against his pulse point and he yanked the shirt out from behind him sharply.Â
You expected him to toss it to the side, but instead, he fixed the garment around your shoulders, feeding your arms through it and buttoning one of the buttons across your chest. It was the opposite of what you expected from him, but when Bradley seemed satisfied, he surged towards you again, kissing you deeply. As his lips moved over yours, you felt his hands smooth over your skin, reaching under his shirt to untie your bikini.Â
Now that made more sense.
A couple quick tugs later, and your bikini fell to the floor of the Bronco; you broke away from Bradleyâs mouth with a gasp when his warm palms came up to cup your breasts.Â
âPresumptive, she says,â he muttered against your lips, kissing you almost harshly. âI think you meant âpossessiveâ, gorgeous.âÂ
His thumbs brushed over your nipples, teasing them into hardened points against his calloused fingers and the loose brush of his shirt. You squirmed in his lap, his words reminding you just how exposed you were.
âBabe, do you thinkââ you started, and he interrupted you with another kiss, with another pinch under his shirt.Â
âYou think Iâm gonna let anyone else see my girl?â he asked, his grip on you tightening.
His possessiveness sent another bolt of desire through you, and you leaned into his touch, pressing yourself into him. Bradley seemed more than happy with the motion, his fingers working over you and his lips latching onto your neck again.Â
When he grazed your skin with his teeth, your hips bucked into him, and you both moaned at the contact. You were both still in your swimsuits, but you could feel the outline of Bradleyâs cock against your thigh, through the thin material of his swimsuit. One of Bradleyâs hands fell to your hip, helping to guide your motion as you moved over his thigh. His legs were so thick, strong under you and tensed like this, and the dragging movement rubbed your swimsuit against your core, and Bradley let out a long breath as you moved over him.Â
âThatâs it, honey, feels good, doesnât it?âÂ
You pressed your lips together, nodding, your hands coming to rest on his stomach. You could feel how tightly he was clenched, wound, just letting you use his body to seek your own relief. This man, this enormous, powerful man, letting you rut against him just because it felt good.Â
âAh, sweetheart, youâre so beautiful,â Bradley whispered, and when you looked up, he was watching you closely. His head was back against the headrest, and his eyes were hooded as his hands guided your movement, admiration shining in them. âYou have me feeling like a damn teenager, not waiting till we get home because I need to feel my pussy before then.â
You whimpered at the crude way he described you as his, but you rocked your hips again and it was true. You were his, entirely and completely, and you were needy.Â
âBabe,â you whispered, your voice thin as you rocked against him, needing more.Â
âIâm here, gorgeous,â Bradley told you, and one of his hands lifted to slip inside of your swimsuit. You looked down, couldnât help yourself, moaning at the sight of his thick wrist against your stomach, his big hand stretching the black material of your swimsuit.Â
Your body jolted when he dragged a finger through your folds, and Bradley moaned when he felt the wetness gathered there. You were scratching him, your nails scrambling for purchase against his skin, as his finger pulled your arousal from between your thighs to rub over your clit. He felt so good, heavenly, unhurried and overwhelming and Bradley continued to guide your hips over him with the hand on your thigh. The slow motion dragged you against his finger, and he shifted his wrist to keep a finger against your clit but reach between your legs to push two fingers into your cunt.Â
âOh my god,â you moaned at the intrusion, the stretch another kind of overwhelming, and you felt Bradley still.
âYou know better than that, sweet girl,â Bradley said, his voice low. âWhat do you say when Iâm between your legs?â
âBradley,â you whimpered, your hips rocking, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you, but his hand remained frozen.Â
âSay my name like you mean it, honey,â he said slowly, moving his wrist again, repositioning. Â
âBradley,â you all but sobbed, needing friction, needing something, needing more of him, âplease, baby, please, I need toâBradleyââ
âThatâs better, gorgeous,â he said approvingly, and then he shoved a third finger into you.Â
Your thighs jerked, hips automatically pushing away from the intrusion, but Bradley held you steady, not waiting for you to adjust before his fingers were moving inside of you.Â
You moaned as his long fingers reached deep into you, and you heard Bradley laughing quietly to himself as he leaned forward to kiss the curve of your jaw gently. The soft pressure of his lips was a wild juxtaposition to the merciless stretch of his fingers, and you writhed over him, desperate. His fingers curled inside of you, his thumb pressing steadily on your clit, and you ground against his hand, wildly chasing your pleasure.
âSo pretty,â Bradley murmured. âSuch a pretty pussy, taking my fingers so well. You know you have to, have to stretch her out so my cock will fit.â
You moaned, nodding dazedly, your hand falling to his swim trunks to find the cock in question.Â
Fuck, he was so hard.
Just from your pleasure, just from the press of your body against his; you moaned as you slid your hand over the length of him. Bradley let out a choked breath when you squeezed him over his trunks, and then he let go of your hip to brace himself, lifting you and his hips so you could slide the trunks down his thighs, and you couldnât help the whine that escaped out of you.Â
He was so fucking strong, and when he sank back down, his cock bobbed in his lap, and you reached for him eagerly. Bradley moaned when your hand closed over him, warm skin against warm skin, and when you looked up at him, he licked his lips, his mouth slightly agape, watching you.Â
âYou gonna jerk me off, honey?â he asked, his voice rough. âWork that cock up to fill you, while I stretch my pussy out to take me?âÂ
You whimpered, bringing your hand up to your mouth to spit on it, before sliding your hand over his cock. A bit of precum was already leaking out of the tip, and Bradley swore softly when your thumb reached up to grab the pearl of moisture, mixing it with your spit as you worked over him.
You would never get tired of the sounds your boyfriend made.Â
He was never shy about talking to you, telling you what he wanted, how hot you made him, but it was his moans and groans that got you off. You loved when he sounded undone, knowing you were the one pulling those gorgeous sounds out of him, and you tightened your grip around his dick as you worked over him.Â
âFuck, sweet girl,â Bradley groaned in response, his head dropping to your shoulder. He curled his fingers inside you, and you whined when he realized he was matching his movements with your hand over his cock.Â
âWhat do you think, gorgeous,â he asked gruffly. âYou think youâre ready for me?â
You licked your lips, looking down at the length of him in your hand, swelling larger with every pull of your hand over him. You were never really ready, not before an orgasm, but you wanted to be stretched over him, more than you wanted to be ready.Â
âPlease, Bradley,â you nodded, rising up on your thighs for Bradley to undo the strings of your bikini bottoms as well. It joined the top on the floorboards of the Bronco, and Bradley hummed to himself as he took you in, wearing only his shirt, rutting against his thigh and working his cock in your hand.
âLove you so much, sweet girl,â he said quietly, and your heart clenched at his soft admission, in the middle of a frenzied pitch.Â
âLove you too, Bradley,â you whispered. You leaned in to kiss him quickly, settling back down on his thighs, and pulling your hand over his cock again. âSo are you gonna fuck me about it?â
Bradleyâs eyes fluttered as your grip tightened and your words settled over him. When he opened them, you could barely see the brown of his irises, his eyes were blown wide.Â
âChrist, youâre perfect,â he groaned, and then he batted your hand away, lifted your hips and impaled you on his cock.Â
You didnât mean to scream.Â
But his thrust pushed all the air out of you, and all you could think was him, Bradley, Bradley, and you realized you were moaning it aloud, like a prayer.
âYouâre so fucking tight, gorgeous,â Bradley gritted, his hands smoothing over your shoulders, his voice tight as he held himself still, waiting for you to adjust.
Not like you could do a damn thing.Â
Your body felt like it was on fire, full and stretched and absolutely alight with desire, every inch of you pulsing for him. You needed him to move, you needed to adjust, you needed him, that was what you knew.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me, sweet girl,â Bradley whispered, one of his hands coming up to pet your hair. You lowered your head to his shoulder, feeling molten, past numb, like being draped over him was the only way you wanted to stay forever.Â
Bradley was still running his hands over you, and you could feel his breath coming in measured pulls, as he tightly held onto control.
After a couple more moments, you felt a little more grounded, more adjusted. You became aware of the way your shaky breathing was echoing around the car, the windows fogged like Titanic, your sweet boyfriend holding himself in check until you told him you were okay.
âBradley?â you asked weakly, reaching up slowly to cup the back of his head, even though you still didnât feel like you could lift your head.Â
âYeah, gorgeous,â he breathed, and your heart swelled at the care in his voice.
âI want to feel you, babe,â you told him, and you felt a shiver work through his body.
âThank fuck,â he groaned.Â
He rocked up into you, a broken cry easing out of you as he pushed even deeper, your thighs widening to accommodate him.Â
âThatâs it, sweet thing,â Bradley moaned, and he pulled out before thrusting into you.Â
The drag of him was absolutely heaven, thick and rough and reaching that deep part of you that only he could. You moaned as he set a rhythm against you, his strong thighs flexing to drive up into you, splitting you, completing you.Â
âBaby, itâs so good, youâre so good, you feelâfuck, baby,â you babbled, and Bradley groaned.
He guided your hand farther up his scalp, twining your fingers into his hair and you pulled slightly. His hips thrust harder and you whined at the ferocity of it, the perfection of it.Â
âThatâs it, gorgeous,â Bradley groaned, âtaking me like you were fucking made for it, moaning on my cock like itâs all you wanted.â
In that moment, you werenât sure if it wasnât.Â
The whole world was this Bronco, wrapped in your boyfriendâs arms, feeling him pushing into you, the air thick with both of your sweat and sex and the moans you couldnât stop from pouring out of you.Â
Bradley drove up into you, and his hands fell back to your hips, guiding your movement against him. At the top of your stroke, your pelvis pressed against his and your clit rubbed against him, and it sent white heat curling through your body. You were gasping and writhing and each sound you made seemed only to spur your boyfriend on, as he drove you higher. His thrusts were slowing, hitting deeper, and you felt your legs start trembling at the intensity.
âAre you close, baby?â he asked, almost growled, his voice close to your ear. âTell me youâre close, gorgeous, you feel so tight, and I canâtââ
âYes, shit, Bradley, Iâm so close,â you moaned, your body pulsing, begging, trembling.Â
âGive it to me, baby,â Bradley ordered, his voice sharp in your ear, his thrusts unrelenting, as your legs drew up, involuntarily. âCome on this cock, baby, let me feel it, let me feel youââ
You came with a wail, your climax crashing over you like a wave that sent you tumbling. You mightâve choked, you mightâve cried, all you knew was the white hot heat pulsing through your body, leaving you limbless and sated in its wake.Â
You came back slowly, the darkness of night seeping in through the fogged windows of the Bronco, and you became aware of your boyfriend slowly moving your hips still, working you over him, coaxing you through it.Â
âBradley,â you whimpered into his neck, and you felt his chest expand.
âYou did so good for me, sweet girl,â he said, his voice soft, just on this side of undone, âso fucking good.â
âBabyâŠâ you chided him gently as understanding dawned that he still hadnât come yet. You moved your hips slightly, and Bradleyâs hands held you in place sternly.Â
âGorgeous, Iâm so fucking close, but you were so sensitive, just give me aââÂ
Summoning strength you didnât have and ignoring Bradleyâs futile protests, you slid off of him, swallowing a moan when you felt wetness drip down your thighs as you moved. There wasnât a ton of room in the backseat, but there was enough that you could lower yourself to the floorboards between your boyfriendâs knees, look up at him through sated eyes, and open your mouth, holding out your tongue.
âFucking hell,â Bradley breathed, and you wouldâve smirked, but what you wanted more than anything was to make him come.Â
So you leaned forward, tongue teasing just the tip of him, before you opened your jaw and took Bradleyâs cock in your mouth.
He hit the ceiling of the Bronco, a stream of curses ripping from his lips as your mouth closed around him, humming slightly. Fuck, the weight of him. He was so broad, fat and thick in your mouth, and you tasted yourself on him, tasted how thoroughly he had fucked you, and you couldnât help but moan around him.
âBaby, baby,â Bradley groaned, his thighs flexing as he held himself back. âBaby, Iâm too close, I canât be gentleââ
You pulled back with a pop, a stream of saliva falling from his cock to your mouth, and Bradley let out a sound that was almost a whine. That pretty sound had you reaching between your legs, brushing your fingers over your still sensitive core, just at how good he sounded.Â
âFuck my mouth, Lieutenant,â you told him, and his eyes fluttered, before you added, âPlease.â
His head fell back against the headrest and he groaned, a sound that went straight to your core. You took him back in your mouth, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock, and you felt a large hand settle at the back of your neck.Â
You whimpered when Bradley gathered the hair there, and started to guide you. Your eyes fell closed and you loosened your jaw, surrendering to the act of it. Yes, you were on your knees and it was your mouth around his dick, but the sounds pouring out of Bradley, the stern hand he kept on the back of your head, it felt like he was worshiping you.Â
He was so heavy on your tongue, and it was sloppy, but when Bradley started pushing your head faster, you worked your hand faster between your legs. He sounded so good, he tasted so good, and when you moaned you couldnât have said if it was from the way he was pulling your hair, the building pressure between your thighs, or how good he tasted.
âYouâre fucking perfect, gorgeous,â Bradley groaned. âAre you going to come again when I come? Is my pussy going to come for me, on my girlâs fingers while I fuck her mouth?â
You gagged, tears streaming down your face, and when Bradley moaned your name on a final curse and came down your throat, you climaxed on your fingers like heâd said.Â
Bradleyâs thighs were shaking as he pumped down your throat, his hand in your hair smoothing over your hair and then curling under the back of your neck to haul you back up to his lap. Your limbs were shaking from your second orgasm, lungs heaving from how heâd choked you on his cock. Bradley dragged his lips over you, whispering praises and pressing kisses to everywhere he could reach, just shy of delirious.Â
You could relate.Â
The Bronco was steamy and humid, and it felt like your own little world. A sphere where the only thing that mattered was your sweet boyfriend, the honest perfection you found in each other, and the strength to care for each other even when you couldnât explain it.
Eventually, Bradley carded his fingers through your hair, and pulled his swimsuit back up. He left yours on the floor, and buttoned his shirt over you carefully, continuing to finger comb your hair.
When you drove out of the campsite, the ranger avoided both of your eyes.
As you turned back onto the 101, Bradley kept your hand in his, driving with his knees when he needed to change gears. The music picked up again as you drove on, and, remembering, you turned to him.Â
âSo, what was that song?â you asked, still uncertain.Â
In the moonlight, your boyfriend smiled, his eyes flashing as he lifted your hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.
âDonât you remember, gorgeous?â he asked, voice still low. âThat song was playing the time we pulled off the 101 so I could fuck you in the back of my Bronco.â
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rocketman: part ii - from the back of the cab
Summary:Â in which lieutenant commander bradshaw finally returns stateside for just about the best damn homecoming he's ever had. it's been three months of countless emails and facetime calls between the two of you, but what awaits you both now that bradley's back? and what does it mean for your relationship going forward? [read part i here]
OR a homecoming 159 emails in the making
Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 10k
Warnings:Â 18+, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, and suggestive content. a lot of the italic words are direct references to the emails in part i or direct quotes from the rocket man by ray bradbury (read at your own risk because if you picture bradley as the rocket man, you'll cry). the next part will pick up right where this one leaves off and hopefully won't take too long to get out!
from the back of the cab to the airport // i am happy you and i got this hour
Having multiple people, let alone multiple people who loved him more than anything in the world, waiting for him when he got home from a deployment, no matter how brief or long, was definitely a newer experience for Bradley. There was almost a giddiness about him as he said his goodbyes to Bob and Payback and the other pilots heâd flown with from Lemoore. He couldnât wait to see you in twenty seconds after itâd felt like heâd been gone for twenty years.Â
The countless (actually one-hundred and fifty-nine - heâd counted) emails between the two of you had been his saving grace these last three months. Youâd emailed him almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day, much to the jealousy of his colleagues. Heâd become addicted to them almost.Â
How did your cooking class go? What was your day like at work? Yes, he would love to go on a trip to Mexico. No, your mom is an absolute idiot. How did you touch yourself at night? Were you being a good girl for him?
And in twenty seconds heâd have the real thing. Heâd have you in his arms, hugging him, kissing him, talking a mile a minute about any and everything under the sun.Â
(He knew Maverick would be there, too. He wasnât being flippant about it or anything - all Bradley had wanted for the last thirteen years was for Maverick to be there when he got home. Last year, when heâd gotten back from three months out near Guam, heâd unabashedly cried from behind his sunglasses when he saw Maverick, Penny, and Amelia waiting for him. Amelia had even made a sign for him with terrible puns and lots of glitter. Theyâd had Bradley over for dinner - a family dinner - and he had felt on top of the world. Until heâd had to go back to his brand-new, empty house. Bitter with the sweet, he supposed.)
Off to his right, Bradley could see Bob and Callie hugging, and Reuben fussing over his wifeâs noticeable baby bump. He smiled at the sight and the thought that he wouldnât want to leave you while you were pregnant briefly floated through his mind.Â
And then, like he had conjured you up, there you were. You hadnât seen him yet. But Bradley could see you as you craned your neck and stretched on your tiptoes, bobbing and weaving and stretching to try and find him in the crush.
He'd known you were taking a half day to pick him up and you looked so soft and lovely in your off-duty clothes - a simple pair of cropped jeans and a pale blue oxford that he'd later realize was his. Pale blue in a sea of khaki with your sunglasses perched on the top of your head as the sun still beamed strongly onto the asphalt.Â
Like something out of a movie, you turned your head and locked eyes with him. The two of you couldn't have been more than thirty feet apart and it was like everyone and everything around you had stopped - just for a moment. A blip in time. And then a smile crept across your face and your eyes lit up and the world started again.
âBradley!â
With nary a glance back at Maverick, who Bradley had just realized was standing next to you, you ran towards Bradley and into his arms with so much force that he staggered backwards. His seabag made a solid thud on the ground as he wrapped his arms around you - one around your waist and another around the back of your neck. You burrowed your face in his neck and he couldn't resist holding you tighter, lifting you slightly so that the tips of your shoes kissed the asphalt.Â
This - this is what he had been missing for the last three months. Home. Home. Home. Bradley was home. With you. And holding you.Â
"Hey, kid." You tightened your hold on him at the moniker. "You miss me?"
âMore than anything.â Not even a second after he put you down, your hands were running across his cheeks and neck. "Are you alright? Do you need anything? I have snacks in the car if you're hungry or -"
He cut you off with a kiss, your first kiss in three months. Thirteen weeks. Ninety-one days. Two thousand one hundred ninety-one hours.Â
Bradley knew he would have a lot more of these homecomings - had even had some with you already. But he would never forget this one - his favorite homecoming. Two weeks, ten days, three days; it was nothing. Nothing compared to being in your arms again after three months apart. Nothing compared to kissing you again after three months.Â
There was so much genuine love and longing in you - in him - that Bradley already dreaded when heâd leave you again. Because there would always be another time.Â
At least until he broke the cycle.Â
(Donât ever be a rocket man. Promise me you wonât be like me.)Â
But for now you were safe in his arms, feeling and smelling and sounding like home and god - for now that was enough.Â
Your voice was similarly muffled. âOh, bubs. I missed you so much. I canât believe youâre finally home.â
âAnd I canât believe youâre in front of me right now.âÂ
He wanted to touch you everywhere. Your cheeks, your hair, your shoulders, your legs, your breasts. Everywhere. There was no way he could ever get enough of you.Â
You tilted your head up and smiled at him. âI love you.â
âLove you, too. Letâs go home.â The smile that lit up your face could guide Bradley home on even his darkest days.Â
Before setting off, he gave you another kiss, this one just as sweet, and the two of you started making your way to the gate and by the other families milling around. It was a bit awkward balancing his arm around your shoulder with his seabag, but it was all worth it to have you tucked into his side again. You were so soft and warm and smelled so pretty. He couldnât get over it. Everything about you felt safe and precious.Â
âI canât wait for you to see the house! I have almost everything situated, just a couple seasonal clothes and coats at my old place. I thought maybe we could go after work on Tuesday - unless youâre in a debrief or something or have other plans?â
Bradley squeezed you closer to his side. âNah, I should be done by Monday afternoon, so Tuesdayâs perfect.â
You nuzzled your face against his chest. âI canât believe youâre home.â And then softer still, âIâm gonna keep saying it because it still doesnât feel real.â
âWell,â Bradley steered you both away from the crush, âIâll try my hardest to make it feel real for you later.âÂ
And, God, it went straight to his cock, the way you peered up at him, eyes slightly widened. You even bit your lip, cheeky thing. His seabag slipped from his grasp and he wound both arms around your waist pulling you close to him again. All he wanted to do was play out one of those cheeky little emails of ours in excruciating detail. With his girl.Â
His wonderful girl. His sweet girl. His smart girl. His, his, his, his -
It was definitely verging on improper, the way he was kissing you now. But Bradley didnât care. Not when you felt and smelled and tasted so fucking good -
â- Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!âÂ
You whined against Bradleyâs lips when he pulled away. It felt like heâd just gotten caught necking his girlfriend behind the bleachers by his father - and wellâŠ
Bradley cleared his throat and hoped his cheeks werenât too red. âCaptain MitchellâŠâ
They exchanged salutes, Maverickâs face all serious until Bradley could see him fighting a smile. There was a beat and then Bradley wrapped his arms around Mav in a tight hug.Â
âGood to see you, kiddo.âÂ
âYou too, Mav.âÂ
He let Bradley go to look him over much like you had. It warmed his heart to be fussed over by his dad. To have the two most important people in his life be there to pick him up and bring him home.
âCome on you two, ice cream? My treat?â
You gasped. âNow Captain Mitchell, you wouldnât be suggesting we spoil Lieutenant Commander Bradshawâs dinner with ice cream, would you?â
Bradley hadnât had ice cream in weeks. And a vanilla soft serve with chocolate jimmies sounded like absolute heaven right now. But as much as he wanted to have ice cream with you and Maverick like he was celebrating a little league baseball win, Bradley wanted to go home with you even more. He would see Mav during the week while you were at the office.Â
Right now, he just wanted to go home with his girl.
âNah, I think weâre gonna head home. But Iâll take a raincheck for Monday?â
Mav nodded. âSounds good to me, Iâll bring the car round then?â
âSounds good, thanks!â you chirped.
Wait, what? Before Bradley could even question him, Maverick was off towards the parking lot - leaving you in his direct line of fire.Â
Which, to be fair, you did look contrite. âPete thought it would be easier if he drove, especially with all the people aroundâŠâ
And was Bradley really going to be mad at Maverick for caring too much? For wanting to spend time with his kid after he got home from a three month deployment? No. Not even at the expense of a twenty minute car ride home alone with you.Â
âI shouldâve told you earlier he was driving, sorry.â
âNo, no, itâs fine.â You both started making your way to the gate again. âProbably gave him an excuse to take the rest of the afternoon off, too.â
You giggled. âI asked if he wanted to get lunch beforehand, but he said he was wrapping something up.â
Bradleyâs stride momentarily faltered. Right, he forgot about that - your little lunch dates with Maverick. Was it a little annoying and did it make him irrationally jealous? Sure. But it was also oddly sweet. There were a lot worse things than having your girlfriend genuinely like hanging out with your dad. Plus, Bradleyâs didnât think you really knew you had a crush on him.
âIâm sure you two had plenty of time to catch up while I was gone, but now youâre all mine, kid.â
You wrapped your hands around his upper arm and gave it a squeeze. With a few nods at his fellow aviators and other assorted crew members, you two made it through the gate and to the parking lot where Maverick was waiting in his 1962 Ferrari 250 GTE.Â
Otherwise known both as the smallest car in the world and Bradleyâs inheritance.Â
The car was in really good shape and drove like a dream. But it was very much not designed for a 6â1â naval aviator - especially when one was relegated to the back seat. Because Bradley didnât want you to be in the back seat alone and you had refused to sit in the front.Â
So, now his knees were up to his shoulders and you two were separated by an armrest because the damn Italians hated fun and had foregone a bench seat.Â
Though this did not stop you from laying a cheeky hand on his knee, inching it higher and higher up his thigh as you crossed the Coronado Bridge. You glanced over at Bradley and winked, stopping yourself from getting higher by holding his hand instead.Â
It was never a long drive back to his - your house, but today it seemed to fly by ever faster. Maverick was unusually chatty in the front seat, asking about your upcoming trip and if you needed a ride to the airport on Thursday morning, while also telling Bradley about the newly renovated ready room on base.Â
The chatter petered off into the background as Bradley suddenly zeroed in on the song playing on the radio - Everlasting Love. He found himself mouthing the lyrics.Â
Need you by my side, girl youâll be my brideÂ
Youâll never be denied everlasting loveÂ
That was you. That was you and him. Everlasting love.Â
He squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. And while you and Maverick chatted and told Bradley some of the more lighter happenings of the last three months - mainly the raccoon garage saga - he was counting down the minutes till it was just you and him. Peace and quiet with his everlasting love.
Which was really everything he could ever want.Â
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After a long shower with all his favorite products and even some new ones you had brought over, Bradley made his way downstairs and was greeted with the unfairly adorable sight of you chopping potatoes at the kitchen island. There was music playing, candles lit, and the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. He smiled, seeing you wearing the apron heâd picked out for you all those months ago and was relieved to see that it looked broken in from wear. Because, to be honest, it was nearly impossible to pick out clothes for you.
Originally, Bradley had wanted to get you some frilly old thing, dainty and cute and proper if only to feed some long repressed kink of his. But the denim apron was practical and you would get use out of it for plenty more years to come.Â
And he could always get you another one for special occasions. Because he had had a lot of time to think about all those special occasions with you while he was awayâŠ
A beautiful smile lit up your face as you saw him pad down the stairs. âMy, my, don't you look cozy?â
Once his socked-feet were firmly on the hardwood floor, Bradley spun on his heels showing off his comfy joggers and plain, grey t-shirt. âDo I pass muster?â He pressed a kiss to the cheek you tilted up for him.Â
âIâll think youâll do, bubs.â He pulled you in for a hug from behind. âMmmmm, you smell so good.â
He swayed you back and forth in his arms. âI should, I used all your shampooâŠâÂ
âCheeky boy.â You craned your neck and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. âYou want a drink while I make dinner? You can lay on the couch for a bit if you want? You must be exhausted.â
âOh?â He hadnât even considered going into the living room, not when you were in the kitchen. âUhhh, sure, yeah. Iâll take a drink.â
You smiled and pulled back from him. âOld fashioned?â He nodded. You got out a rocks glass from the cabinet and went over to the bar cart in the dining room for the whiskey and bitters. âI got those fancy bitters at that liquor store you like.â
âDid you take care of everything?â He said it to hide his own reddened cheeks, but you appeared equally as bashful.
âTried too.â
âYou gonna have one, too?âÂ
You nodded. âYeah, but weâre also having wine with dinner, so just one for now - here you go. Got to start you off slow, Bradshaw.â You slid the glass over to him and held your own out to toast. âTo your long awaited homecoming.â
Your eyes locked over the rim of your glasses and you had both barely set them back down on the table before Bradley pressed a kiss to your lips. You tasted like sugar and whiskey and felt like home.Â
âMissed you, kid.â
âMissed you, too, rocketman. You have no idea how happy I am that youâre home.â You kissed him again. âNow, you gotta let me finish cooking. The tableâs already set, so thereâs nothing for you to do, but relax.â
âFine, fine,â he heaved out a great sigh, âbanishing me already and Iâve only been home for a few hours, I see how it is - owww!â You smacked his ass with a dishtowel. âAlright, Iâm going, Iâm going.â
The living room looked nearly identical to how it had when Bradley had left in December - minus the Christmas tree, of course - but there were still little touches of you everywhere. The pillows were arranged far nicer than Bradley had ever been able to manage and there were three new candles of differing heights on the coffee table. Plus, the cream colored cashmere blanket from your apartment that he always stole was artfully strewn across the back of one of the leather sofas.Â
With one glance back towards you in the kitchen - you were completely focused on some Russet potatoes - Bradley flopped onto the couch and tucked himself under the blanket. It was warm and cozy and so comfortable under there in his couch clothes in the house you two shared. Quiet, too, even with some Van Morrison playing from the kitchen. It was the kind of quiet that could lull Bradley to a peaceful sleep, especially after having been ensconced in constant noise for the last three months.
And he tried for half an hour - he really did. He thought of how excited you were to show him the perfectly organized closet and how youâd put all the little bits and bobs youâd gotten for him over the last three months in the guest room for him to look over at his leisure and how heâd corrected you on where the mail should go.Â
It was just - it was too quiet and too perfect and too comfy and he just wanted to be with you. Even if it meant sitting on one of the uncomfortable kitchen barstools.Â
You shook your head, but smiled as he approached. âYou donât have to watch me, you must be exhausted?â
Bradley shrugged. âJust wanna be near you, kid.â Were you nervous about cooking? Was that why you didnât want him in the kitchen with you? He backtracked. âIf thatâs alright?â
You bit your lip and gestured for Bradley to sit at the island in front of you. There were a couple mise en place bowls laying around, but you quickly made room for Bradley and his drink.Â
âItâs like a taping of the Barefoot Contessa.â
You chuckled. âLetâs just hope the foodâs as good as Inaâs.â
âWalk me through it.â
With a teasing smile on your face, you went back to mincing the garlic - with a glowing comment from Bradley on your newly acquired knife skills - and he just sat there, chin propped up on his hand watching you explain the next couple steps. You even got a yes, chef out of him when you asked him to turn the music down. The roasted potatoes smelled absolutely divine cooking in the oven and you had just finished snipping the ends off the asparagus when your demeanor suddenly changed. You fiddled with your apron tie and abruptly turned around to face him, looking almost surprised by the action, though you wouldnât exactly look him in the eye.
âActually, now that youâre here - or here at the table,â you huffed out a laugh, âthereâs something I want to talk to you about that happened while you were gone - no, thatâs not - something I was thinking about while you were gone?â
You put the burner down on the sauce pan, leaving the minced garlic to simmer before you were facing Bradley yet again. You looked nervous, unsure of yourself, as you played with the bracelet he had gotten you for Christmas. Had something happened while he was gone that you hadnât told him about? Were you sick? Hurt? Was there someone - no, no, youâd never.
Bradley leaned back in his chair and hoped he sounded surer than he felt. âSure, uhh, yeah, go ahead.â
âIt actually has to do with some emails I sent you - last week, in particular. One of them is actually that email.â You looked down at the granite countertop as Bradley tried to think of which email would constitute italics. âBut I also want to talk about one of the other emails, when I messaged you about that dream I had and kind of how that all falls into everything that weâve been going through and probably will be going through -â
â- Because this is it,â he interrupted. Because you and I are it.
âYeah. Because this is it,â you returned, equally as resolute. âSoâŠâ
Bradley sat up straighter in his chair and cleared his throat. âWhich one do you want to talk about first?â
You fiddled with your apron bow. âMaybe the one from the thirteenth?â
âWhich one was that?â
Now you definitely were avoiding looking at him. Your words came out slowly, like you dreaded saying them and Bradley had a sudden inkling that he knew exactly which email you were referencing.Â
âThe one about me needing you. Needing you to take care of me,â you whispered the last part.
He could feel his cheeks coloring. âOh. Right, yeah.âÂ
Bradley had never received an email like that before. Had never even received a text like that before. It was just so raw and almost animalistic the way your need for him jumped off the page.
nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do. need you to call me good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl, anything as long as itâs yours.
âI shouldnât have sent that one to you - especially since if I couldâve waited five more days, none of this wouldâve happened. Itâs just - I needed you so badly and wanted you - ugh, no! No, I shouldnât have sent you that email. It wasnât proper, it was embarrassing for you and me and I was just missing you so much and in such a different way that Iâve never experienced before when youâd been gone and - I couldnât bear not telling you for another moment. Because no one was there to tell me what to do or -â
You threw your hands out and put them on the top of your head. God, it looked like you were about to cry. And it broke Bradleyâs heart. He pushed his barstool back from the island and padded over towards you.Â
âCome âere, kid.âÂ
You let out a sigh and your eyes were swimming with tears as you fell into Bradleyâs arms. You felt small in his arms - not necessarily in the physical sense, but like you were folding in on yourself. He needed to take care of you - take you, take you, take you -Â
âShh, shh, itâs okay, whenever you want, itâs fine.â Bradley pressed a kiss to your forehead and squeezed you tighter. You held on to him tightly, which muffled your next words.Â
âIâve never had someone who I need in that way. And itâs not even necessarily about the sex, itself. I could go months without having sex - had before I met you. It was never something I really needed to get by, I guess? I could take care of it on my own.Â
âBut then - then I met you and you just? You make me need you - make me crave you, you tell me what to do, make me want to please you. And then you just leave for three months and I have to learn how to do all that on my own and it was just so hard? It felt like I dropped? Like everything caught up to me after all those months and weeks and I felt scared and lonely and needy and desperate for you and for you to tell me Iâm a good girl and take care of me and be my d - be dominant with me.â
Your breathing quickened as you talked and Bradley felt you getting more worked up. He rubbed his hands across your back, hoping it would soothe the ache inside of you, if only a little bit. âShh, shh, itâs okay, kid.â
i need you i need you i need you i need you bradley bradley bradley bradley
You sniffled. âI guess I just didnât think - I mean, I knew other people would see it - and I did think that was kind of hot, especially when you called me out for it - it was only after, when Iâd realized what Iâd done that I saw how embarrassing it was for you.Â
âLike Joe from Comms being like hey, did you know Lieutenant Commander Bradshawâs girlfriend is a horny, pathetic, subby mess for him? You gotta see it, man. She couldnât even make it three months without getting fucked. He canât even take care of his g -â
â- Stop it.â Bradley grabbed your chin. âYou know thatâs not true.âÂ
âMaybe.â You shrugged. âBut I was already feeling shitty about my mom and being so busy at work and how I loo -â you broke off and Bradley desperately wanted you to finish the thought. âI guess it all caught up to me.â
âBut I wrote back. I wrote back and told you everything I wanted you to hear and what you needed to hear. And god, Iâd do it again, Iâd do it in a heartbeat if it brought you comfort and I probably shouldâve done it sooner.âÂ
nothing stretches me out like you do, nothing makes me feel as small as you do, nothing makes me flush like the sound of your voice against my neck as i come, nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do
You squeezed your arms around his stomach and breathed him in. God, he loved you so much, heâd say anything and do anything to make you realize that.Â
âI needed it, what you wrote me, and I needed to tell you what I said, but I shouldâve waited so, Iâm sorry, can you forgive me?â
âThereâs nothing to forgive, kid. You message me when you need me, no matter how.â He kissed your temple. âI know weâve never really talked about how that part of our relationship would work while I was gone, so maybe next time we just make a plan?â
You nodded. âIâd like that. I know itâs not like that all the time between us, so I didnât even think of it before you left.â
âI hadnât either,â he confessed.
Long distance d/s relationship reddit would be Bradleyâs best friend over the next few days. Neither of you would have to go through that again, not if he had something to say about it. The whole idea of not being allowed to use anything besides your fingers to masturbate was a good start, but it was just that - a start. Because like youâd said, you two werenât in that dynamic all the time, but you both needed it. It was new for both of you. Youâd just have to come up with a list together.Â
But just to give you a little encouragement in the meantimeâŠ
âAnd letâs not forgetâŠâ You peered up at him. âYou did tell me you read my email seven timesâŠâ
You giggled and shoved his shoulder. âMightâve been an understatement.â
âOh?â
âI think I came three times that first night alone.â
âOh yeah?â
âMmmhm.â You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the ends of his hair. ââKept picturing you in your bunk writing it while fisting your cock. And then I was laying next to you in your bunk - and it had to be a secret. I had to keep quiet - just like at Thanksgiving - and not make a peep.â
âBut you donât like to be quietâŠâÂ
He crowded you against the island and rolled his hips against yours. The thin fabric of his joggers did little to hide how much he desired you, especially after the conversation youâd just had.Â
His subby little girlfriend. God, he couldnât wait to take you apart bit by bit later.Â
Now say thank you Bradley. Good girl.Â
Though, thatâs not to say that you couldnât partake in a little preview now. Bradleyâs lips crashed against yours, caught up in the furor and headiness of it all, and your body melted against his. Three months later and you still responded so well to him. Your breathy little sighs as he bit your lip and pressed countless kisses along your jawline and neck sounded like heaven. You smelled so sweet, tasted so sweet, felt so sweet - he kissed you again, coaxing your mouth back open.
âBradley, bubs, I -â you gasped against his lips, âI need to turn the stove off if weâre going to -â
Without taking his lips off yours, Bradley reached behind his back and turned off the gas burner. The garlic still sizzled in the pan, but now without the risk of burning the house down. You could put fresh garlic on later, now he just wanted you.Â
His hands went back to their place on your hips before the left slid underneath your oxford and up your body. You stiffened slightly, but welcomed his touch, if only for a moment before you pulled back from him.Â
âWe have to - I have to finish dinner.â He nodded, albeit reluctantly. You pecked his lips again.Â
There was something deeply erotic about waiting - even if it was just for a couple of hours.Â
Where are you going to have me first?
In our bed, in our house, after you make me dinner in our kitchen.Â
Bradley cleared his throat. âYou said you wanted to talk about another email? The one about your dream, right? The one with our kid.â
It felt right saying it - our kid.Â
God, Bradley, I wish you were here right now so you could hold me and tell me you loved me because I just want to feel your arms around me and know youâre real. I want to tell you about the little boy - the perfect mix of me and you
âWe can wait until dinner - or even after dinner, if you want?â You didnât give him a chance to respond. âIâm sorry Iâm dropping all this on you. I know youâll say otherwise, but I shouldnât have done this right when you came home - the dryer hasnât even finished your first load yet. I know youâre exhausted and definitely have your own stuff to work through after being gone and we should be having sex on the floor or over the arm of the couch, not listening to me blubber -â
Bradley shook his head and interrupted you. He didnât want to give you another moment to doubt yourself.Â
â- Hey, hey. I wanna talk about the heavy stuff with you, itâs okay. And Iâd rather we do it now so we can really enjoy these next few days together - and maybe then have sex on the floor and over the arm of the couch. I donât want this hanging over your head, kid.Â
âAnd youâre not alone in thinking about that over the last few months - itâs probably been even longer for meâŠâ
You wiped at the tears pooling in your eyes. âReally?âÂ
âYou know youâre it for me, kid.â Have been since our fourth date went unsaid. âSo, come on, walk me through it.â
You leaned against the back counter near the stove, while Bradley mirrored you against the island. You sighed.Â
âI love you so much - sometimes Iâm scared that I love you this much and that itâs not quite been a year since we met. And I never thought Iâd be so heart achingly in love with someone in the Navy, of all things, and just - sometimes it hits me that youâre not even fully mine? That a part of you will always want to be in the sky or out at sea because you have this other entity that tells you what to do? And when to do it and what to wear and how you should act? Where youâre Rooster and not my Bradley?â
Bradley frowned at the use of his callsign coming from your lips. It didnât feel right, it didnât sound right. He didnât want to be Rooster around you. He liked that he didnât have to be Rooster around you.
âAnd it makes me absolutely crazy because you love it and youâre not going to stop - and you shouldnât stop, not for me! But, god, Bradley, sometimes I want to shake you and hold you down and beg you to stay. Like that fucking story.â You wiped your eyes.Â
âItâs all I wanted to tell you when I had that dream. About how I want you to come home so badly. I want you to stay here with me forever and never leave and to have that cute little boy who was the perfect mix of me and you and to have you here in my arms every night. And I know itâs selfish of me to ask or even make you think about it, but I want you right here. I donât want you looking at the sky when youâre here and wanting to be up there. And I know you donât either, Bradley. You give everything to everyone, you donât do things by halves.âÂ
You both stood there, Bradley stunned by your words, and you, seemingly stunned that youâd actually said them. He took a step towards you, but didnât cross that final barrier to touch you. He remembered highlighting a particular passage from the story in his response back to you and how he never wanted you to feel the same way as Lily. He didnât want to let it - flying, the Navy, all of it get a hold of him.
âDonât ever be a Rocket Man.â I stopped. âI mean it,â he said. âBecause when youâre out there you want to be here, and when youâre here you want to be out there. Donât start that. Donât let it get hold of you.â âBut-â âYou donât know what it is. Every time Iâm out there I think, If I ever get back to Earth Iâll stay there; Iâll never go out again. But I go out, and I guess Iâll always go out.â
You sniffled and wiped your eyes on your sleeve. âAnd I was so scared when you didnât get back to me right away. Thought Iâd scared you offâŠâ You glanced down at the floor and played with your bracelet. It looked so fragile and dainty on your wrist. âI think I wrote five different responses to you after - deleted all of them.â
Bradley nudged your foot with his own and got you to look up at him. Even though it felt like his tattoo was burning into his skin - xxxix, xxxix, xxxix, the number ran through his head constantly as of late - he tried to put on a brave face. Everything you were saying was what he had been mulling over for the last three months. Thousands of miles apart and you both were still so in-sync. He cleared his throat before speaking.Â
âYou turned my life on its head when you sent me that story.â Even weeks later, he was still in disbelief. âAnd I know it wouldnât have changed anything - not really - but I kept - I keep wondering how my dad wouldâve reacted to it? Or my mom? I donât think it wouldâve made anything different, but just knowing about it? Because I donât want us to have kids and still be a ârocket man.â I donât want them - that little boy in your dream - to wonder if I want to be up in the sky more than I want to be with him. And be with you. I want to be around, I want to be their dad and your husband. I love it, I love flying. But I donât love it more than being with you and having a family with you. I donât want to die in an F18 with a family at home.â
You let out a sob and he wrapped his arms around you and slowly swayed you from side to side. âKid, I got six more years and then Iâm all yours.â He could feel your tears seeping into his shirt as you cried. âItâs like what I said after you sent me that story - I donât want our kids chasing ghosts. Not like I did.â
âYouâd give us your wild?â you whispered.Â
Bradley nodded and felt his own eyes welling up. âI want us to have what my mom and I didnât. And itâs not that my mom wasnât enough, but there was always a piece missing for both of us - Maverick, too.â You wiped the tears away from his eyes. âI love you, so, so much, kid. You know Iâm gonna marry you. And I just want to be yours when it comes time for us to have a family.â
Honestly, it was a relief that youâd brought all this up. It only reaffirmed the thought that had been bouncing around Bradleyâs head lately.
You two wouldnât have kids until he was out of the Navy.Â
There were six years until Bradley could put in his twenty years and retire. It was a little fucked, honestly, and he was sure his therapist would have plenty to say about it. But why not avoid something that could end in tragedy for everyone involved?
Why run the risk?
Bradley wasnât dying in an F18 with a family at home. Â
And he knew his logic wasnât exactly sound. It didnât entirely make sense even to himself. There would be plenty of times over the next six years where he could get into an accident or not come home from a mission. He understood that.Â
Except, currently, there wasnât a kid waiting at home for him. There wasnât a three year old Bradley waiting at home and being told by his mom that his dad wasnât coming home. He knew that if you had a family, it would be harder for you to move on if something happened to him. And he didnât want to put you and any future little nuggets through that. He didnât want to be a rocketman with them.
Bradley wasnât dying in an F18 with a family at home.Â
He wasnât going to do that to your family. So, why not just wait to have a family until after he got out of the Navy? It seemed obvious. Perfectly so. The words had been ready to pour out of his mouth, except you beat him to it.
âI know,â your cleared the scratchiness out of your throat, âwe talked about waiting to have kids until a couple years after we get married, but if you want to wait until you retire, weâll do it. And then weâll get all of you. I want to do everything with you, Bradley.â
Give you my wild, give you a child.
Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and squeezed you hard. âI love you, I love you, I love you. God, I love you so much.â He kissed your forehead and cheeks and lips and tried his damndest to pour all the love he had for you into it.
âI love you, too, Bradley,â you said simply.Â
And maybe it wasnât exactly healthy to wait and almost be consumed by this desperate need to control both your lives and have a countdown clock to when everything would be okay. Because maybe things wouldnât be okay in six years? And maybe you and Bradley would get in a car accident tomorrow or maybe you both would have trouble having kids or or orâŠ
But Bradley wasnât dying in an F18 with a family at home. Â
He would need to talk about this with his therapist at some point. The therapist the Navy gave him eighteen months ago after he ârecklesslyâ went back to save Maverick. The therapist that he just never stopped seeing even though he was cleared from last April.Â
âWeâre a bit of a mess, arenât we?â Bradley asked after a moment.
You pulled back. âMaybe? And maybe itâs a little extreme for both of us to think like that, but weâll make it work, okay? However we have to, weâll make it work for us.â You punctuated your words with a quick kiss over his heart.Â
âOh dear,â you said suddenly. Bradley tensed up. âI got tears on your shirt.âÂ
He chuckled. âDonât worry about it, I know you can afford to get me a new one.â You shoved his shoulder and you both laughed. And just like that, the mood was lifted.Â
Bradley had been right earlier - he felt lighter. You looked lighter. And that wasnât to say that youâd looked gloomy or upset or scared before, but your shoulders werenât as tense and you kept smiling, at him, at whatever you were cooking, at nothing.
This could be his life every night. You could be together like this forever. Cooking dinner side by side, talking about where the mail should go (it very much was not on the hall table, that was for damn sure), complaining about Mr. Harrington next door or arguing over who should vacuum. All the little things that made that big life together. The one you both wanted so badly.Â
And contrary to your earlier statement, you did make you and Bradley another drink before dinner. In fact, it probably was what gave you the courage to attempt to flip the chicken in the saucepan like a regular JosĂ© AndrĂ©s. (Even more surprising was the fact that you didnât drop any.)
Once the potatoes finished, you swapped them in the oven for the asparagus, hoping the former would cool while the latter was roasting. All the while, you talked Bradley through everything - how much oil you added to the asparagus, where youâd gotten the potatoes, and the recipe for the chocolate cake youâd made for dessert.Â
It was - well, Bradley didnât really have a word for what it was. His first thought was how nice it was seeing you so confident and capable and proud of yourself. But his second thought was that it was also oddly stirring seeing you do all this for him while he just watched.Â
Watched his pretty little girlfriend bopping around the kitchen, bopping around the house making sure everything was perfect for him. All you needed was a pretty little dress and a string of pearls to match your earrings. His pretty little housewife. Mrs Bradshaw. Bent over the kitchen island, wearing nothing but a frilly white apron and a pearl necklace as he fucked you from behind -
âAll set!â Your cheerful voice interrupted Bradleyâs fantasy before it could really start. He had zoned out while youâd been prattling on about the herb cutting scissors you wanted to get at Crate & Barrel. âShall we?â
Bradley readjusted himself before getting up from his seat and helping you bring the drinks and serving dishes into the dining room.Â
Mrs Bradshaw.
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âSo, how is it?â you asked once the food had been served and the wine had been poured. You had your chin propped up on your fist as you watched Bradley take the first few, slow bites of food.Â
It was good. It was more than good, it was excellent. It was hot and perfectly seasoned and all the textures were just right. And it wasnât just because heâd been on an aircraft carrier, eating out of the officerâs mess everyday. Because the food was actually pretty good on the carrier and the Aussies had even treated him to a couple meals.Â
But he wouldnât be Bradley and you wouldnât be you if he didnât mess with you a little. He tilted his head back and forth, trying to look like he was mulling it over. âItâs goodâŠâ
You nudged his foot under the table once you saw the smile threatening to break out on his face. âYou ass.â The words lacked any heat.
Bradley took another bite of potatoes before speaking. âItâs really good, kid, seriously. You killed it. Seemed like you really enjoyed it, too.â
âI did,â you nodded, âI just always used to be so nervous Iâd undercook something and make everyone sick, you know? Or that people would be lying to me about the food and that it was burnt or under-seasoned or something? But those lessons really helped and made me more confident, which is exactly why you gave them to me, so thank you.â
Maybe it wasnât exactly why he had given them to you, butâŠ
âYouâre very welcome.â
Dinner continued on with only light hearted conversation after that. What Reuben and Bob were planning for their leave (Reuben and his wife were going up the coast for a mini-break and then building out the nursery for their baby, while Bob was going home to see his parents), the work you had to finish up before your trip, and what you both were hoping to get out of your vacation (good food, a tan, reading plenty of books, and having copious amounts of sex).Â
All the while, Bradley had another helping of everything, except the potatoes, of which he had two additional helpings - you refrained from seconds entirely. You two must have sat at the table for over two and a half hours, talking and eating and laughing. It was perfect. Bradley helped you bring the dishes back into the kitchen; both of you were more than happy to deal with them a little later.Â
And then there was the dessert. The chocolate cake looked heavenly - Inaâs recipe, of course - and you asked Bradley if he wanted an espresso martini to wash it down.
âWhat? âYou trying to get me drunk?âÂ
You put your hand over your heart. âI would never! Though, I know your tolerance might be a little shot. Did that affect your stamina, too?â
âHa, ha, ha hilarious.â He took the cake plate and knife from you while you went over to the bar to make the martinis. âIâll have you know that the Aussies were very accommodating hosts.â
âThe Aussies, huh?â
Bradley shrugged. It wouldnât be an issue to tell you now, not after heâd been dying to mention it for the past few weeks. âItâs not classified or anything, they just donât like us talking about it in the moment.â
âWait,â you came back into the dinning room with a coupe half filled in your right hand. âDid you go to Australia?âÂ
âPossiblyâŠâ You shot him a look. âWe do this joint training exercise with them every year. Last year was my first year.â
âThatâs so cool! Did you spend much time actually on land orâŠâ You went back to preparing the drinks and tossed your next question over your shoulder. âWhen was it? I think I saw something about it in the news.â
âAfter you got back from London. It was just a week for the actual exercise, but there were a lot of meetings in the lead up, we did a couple war-games, too. We were mainly in New South Wales with the aviators, but went up to the North Western Territory for the actual exercises.â
Last year, Bradley hadnât had the opportunity to really get too involved in the planning aspects and being on base - his promotion hadnât come through yet, so he had been just a lowly lieutenant - but his elevated rank granted him that privilege this year.Â
âWait, thatâs so cool, Iâll have to read up on it more! I definitely remember hearing about it on the news, shouldâve made the connection.â You came back over with the drinks. âHow were the other pilots? This isnât going to be some Manchurian Candidate bullshit, is it?â
Bradley barked out a laugh. âNah, thatâll be Bob.â
âDid it have a fun name? They always seem to!âÂ
Bradley took a sip of his martini. Damn it was delicious. âExercise Talisman Sabre - R-E. You want me to cut the cake?â
You nodded. Bradley pulled the cake stand closer to his seat. The cake was stunning. The frosting was definitely homemade and the white piping on the top looked perfect. ââYou take a picture of it yet?âÂ
âOf the cake?â
âGotta commemorate this, itâs gorgeous. Need one with you, too!â You smiled bashfully as Bradley snapped a couple pics with his phone and then put it face-up on the table. The picture of the two of you at your Christmas party before his deployment smiled back up at him.Â
You sat back down in your chair. âHereâs hoping it tastes just as good.â
There would still be plenty of cake for leftovers, but Bradley thought the two of you deserved a little something extra tonight and measured the first piece a little bigger than he normally would.Â
âOh. You can have that one. Iâll take a smaller piece.â He went to cut another piece, slightly smaller than his. âLittle smaller.â He kept scooching the knife closer and closer for your approval until it was only about a third of the size of his piece. âThatâs perfect, thanks.â
You took a huge first bite of cake and Bradley did the same. âOh, god. Itâs so good,â he said. âI need the recipe so I can make this every week.âÂ
Your fork froze midair for a moment, before you took a slightly smaller piece this time. âI donât know if I can handle this every week...â You chuckled.Â
Bradley moaned. âBut the ganache! The whipped frosting on the top! Sweetheart, itâs so good. The world cannot be deprived of its beauty.â
That got a proper laugh out of you. ââYou writing sonnets about cake now?â
âIâll write sonnets about you, this cake, anything you want, you got me in a good mood, kid.â He licked the frosting off his fork and then went back in for the final two bites.Â
âThat might just be the martini talking, bubs. Here,â you slid your barely eaten plate over towards him, âyou can have the rest of mine.â
Bradley frowned. âYou sure?â
âYeah, I had extra batter and made some cupcakes. Had one this morning. Iâm chocolate cakeâd out.âÂ
He was a little dubious since you loved chocolate cake, but took your words at face value.Â
âBut first,â you swiped some extra frosting off your plate and streaked it across Bradleyâs cheek, âyou got a little something on your face, bubs.â
âOh no,â he laid it on thick, âguess youâll have to come over here and help me clean it off.â
In a flash, you were on him - arms wrapped around his neck, legs astride his thigh. Your feet remained firmly on the ground, but Bradley wanted all your weight on him, reminding him that he was here in the house you shared and not back in his bunk on the carrier.Â
âThere we go.â You swiped the frosting off his cheek and sucked the excess off your finger. âMy pretty boy again.â
He smiled. âYou say that like you havenât wanted to fuck me since we got home.â
Your jaw dropped at his words. âIâm trying to draw out the anticipation!â Bradley squeezed your hips and you shifted your weight on his thigh. This time your words came out quieter. âThought you wanted me in our bed the first time back?â You pressed light kisses across his neck and jawline until you nipped at his ear. âThe same bed Iâve been getting myself off in every night since I brought my stuff over.â
âBut just like I asked, right? Just your fingers?â You nodded. âGood girl.â
You ducked your head at the praise and then pulled yourself even closer to him before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. You tasted like espresso and chocolate and Bradley wanted to take you right there on the dining room table with little regard for the state of his stem and dish-ware. Slowly, you rocked your body on his lap and let out a breathy gasp against his lips. The seam on your jeans must have been driving you absolutely crazy, but you didnât let up. And, frankly, Bradley didnât want you to - all he wanted right now was to keep kissing you, keep pressing his chest against yours, keep grabbing at your hips over your shirt. Except that soon wasnât enough.Â
He slipped his hand underneath your shirt and went straight for your lace bra. He smiled against your lips. Good girl. You wore his favorite one. His hand slid lower to drag his fingers across the soft skin of your stomach and side. God, you were so warm. So soft. But he couldnât linger on the spot for too long after you pushed his hand away and gestured for him to get up.
Without separating yourselves for too long, you and Bradley made your way from making out on his dining table chair to making out on the couch. You were on your back, half wedged between the back cushion, and entirely under Bradleyâs bulk.Â
God, had he missed this. Touching you, kissing you, holding you, fucking you. Youâd already talked for hours, now he wanted to kiss you for them.Â
The couch felt ten times more inviting with you now than it had earlier in the evening when it had just been Bradley. Because now he had you underneath him with your head on the throw pillows he had made note of earlier, now the candles on the coffee table were lit and were the perfect complement to your perfume, and now the cashmere blanket he had always loved was half draped over you both.
This was where youâd watch movies together at night, where youâd open Christmas presents, where youâd ride him after a long day at work, where youâd have meals with the news on in the background, where your kids would watch TV.Â
âI love you,â you rasped against his lips. âI love you so much.â
âLove you, love you, love you,â he repeated.
It could have been twenty minutes or an hour later, but now the two of you were just laying side by side on the couch. You were wrapped in Bradleyâs arms, nestled against his chest, where you had been pressing little kisses against his neck for the last five minutes. Occasionally, youâd play with the ends of his hair or drag your finger across the scars on his neck.Â
Bradley pressed a light kiss to your temple. âThis has been really nice, thank you. Iâve never had someone to come home to - not like this.â
You tilted your head up and bit your lip, looking adorably flustered. âI always want to be here when you come home. And I wanted to do something nice for you, make you happy.â
âYou made me very happy, always do.â
âAlways, huh?â you teased. You kissed his neck. Nipped at his neck.Â
Bradley mimicked your tone. âWell, not when I saw the way you put the mail on the hall tableâŠâÂ
âYou gonna punish me?â There was a little glint in your eyes as you said it.
While the idea had plenty of merit, Bradley didnât want that tonight, he wanted everything to be soft and slow, so he could really get his fill of you. Plus, youâd be so fucking tight for him, so responsive to his touch, he wanted to make that drag out as long as possible. He wanted you to babble, he wanted you to beg.
âNot tonight, but maybe tomorrow if youâre good for me?â He pinched your side and you let out a giggle and then suddenly sat up on the couch, almost startled.
âI should do the dishes, donât want to leave them for too long. You can head upstairs, though.â You cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
âYou sure you donât need any help?â he said the last word through a yawn.Â
âNope!â You smiled over your shoulder and headed off to the kitchen. âYouâre off the hook. Iâm gonna finish putting these in the dishwasher and lock-up while you go upstairs and get ready, okay?â
Bradley scrunched his nose. âIs this gonna be a normal thing? You doing all the housework? Because thatâs not gonna slide, roomie.â
âOh, so Iâm just your roommate now?â you teased. You bent over the dishwasher to put some larger plates in the back. âI see how it is, Bradshaw.â
He doubled back over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. âGot a feeling youâre gonna be my last one,â he murmured against your neck before he pressed kisses against it.Â
It was like you melted against him. God, you smelled so pretty and tasted so pretty and looked so pretty and sounded so pretty giggling. And Bradley had never felt so welcomed home before. He couldnât wait to do this with you every night.Â
âBradley,â you sighed and turned around to face him. âThe sooner you let me finish, the sooner I can come upstairsâŠâ You pecked him on the lips.Â
Upstairs. Where Bradley would take care of you.Â
Take care of you. Take you. Take you take you take you -
He groaned and gave you a longer kiss. âOkay, okay, okay.â He kissed you between each word. âBut this is the last time youâre getting away with this...â
âIâll hold you to it.â You kissed him again. âNow go! Get into something comfortable, powder your nose, touch up your hair -â
âIâm going, Iâm going,â he promised. âDonât be too long, we can always do everything tomorrow morning.â
You waved him off good-naturedly and went about setting the kitchen to rights. Bradley smiled at the sight of you already appearing so at home in his house - your house and headed upstairs. With startling alacrity despite the numerous drinks heâd had and the late hour, Bradley quickly brushed his teeth, did his skincare routine, and turned down the bed for your arrival.Â
Even a floor apart, he could still hear the sounds of you puttering around downstairs. If he concentrated really hard, he could imagine exactly what you were doing.Â
You had just opened the silverware drawer, probably had just washed and dried something - oh right, he had noticed you used the hand-wash-only salad tongs for the asparagus. Then you opened the tupperware cabinet and got out some snapware and eventually opened the freezer, putting the leftover chicken piccata away for another meal. Then there was the sound of the cake plate on the granite countertop and more snapware. He was still surprised you hadnât eaten much cake, much of any of the food really, but chalked it up to nerves or excitement at his homecoming.
With a sigh, Bradley laid back against the fluffy pillows lining the headboard. God, he had missed this. His high thread count sheets, your fancy Laundress detergent, his side of the bed - and more importantly, you being on the other side. He stretched and let out a groan, getting comfortable.Â
This was perfect. He was home - in the house you now shared. You were going to come upstairs - probably in some cute little outfit - and give him a proper welcome home. Bradley bet you even got a new matching set just for the occasion. The two of you had gotten all the tough conversations out of the way - for the most part - so now you could really enjoy these next few days together before your trip.Â
And Bradley was so excited to go to Punta Mita with you. You had done such an amazing job planning everything. He had done some additional research on his flight home earlier and definitely wanted to hit up the spa and maybe sneak in a round of golf over the ten day trip. Plus, you definitely had the cutest fucking outfits planned. He always liked that, imagining what you were wearing while he was gone. The sporadic pictures hadnât been enough. You always looked so pretty and he always needed to tell you.Â
Pretty, pretty, pretty. His pretty girlfriend. Downstairs, making sure everything was all set. He yawned. Mmmmm, he hoped youâd be upstairs soon. His eyelids were getting heavy.Â
And it was so warm and comfy and his stomach was full and everything smelled so good and he was here.Â
Finally, he was here with you.Â
In your house, talking about your future.Â
Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a few minutes. Maybe if he just took a quick napâŠ
a/n - sorry for the cliff hanger, but it's the PERFECT spot for a break! next part will have that first night back AND the lead up to their trip, which will be in the final part! couldn't have gotten this done without all the encouraging messages and texts over the last few weeks - special shout out to @sometimesanalice @callsignspark @notroosterbradshaw @ofstoriesandstardust @cherrycola27 @heartsofminds and @greenorangevioletgrass xxjordan
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Golden Hour Ch. 8 [Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC]
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Aftercare | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 308
No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI
Warnings! No actual smut
Ao3
Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Bradley gently cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, kissing the inside of your thighs.Â
âSleep pants, underwear, or boxers?â He asked, moving to the dresser. You rolled to your side, bringing a sheet over your body.
âBoxers, please, and a sweatshirt.â Your boyfriend dutifully grabbed what you asked and came back to your side of the bed. You raised your arms, letting him pull the oversized sweatshirt over your head and next came the boxers. Bradley liked dressing you after sex, he said it helped him feel more connected with you when you were finished and you were happy to comply.Â
âCome on, honey, Iâll make you a snack and we can watch some Scooby Doo.â Bradley lifted you out of bed, carrying you like a princess to the living room where he tucked you into the couch, making sure you were snug in the blankets.
âHey,â You caught his hand, âI love you.â Bradleyâs whole face softened, he was incredibly handsome, tanned skin, sunkissed hair, a mustache that tickled you when you kissed, but moments like this was when you thought he was most attractive. He just looked so relaxed, a small smile on his lips, and nothing but love for you in his eyes.Â
âI love you too, honey,â Bradley leaned down, giving you a sweet kiss. âAny snack requests?â You told him what you wanted and he kissed your forehead, scurrying off to the kitchen to grab snacks for the both of you. You queued up the classic Scooby Doo series.Â
Bradley spent the rest of the night cuddled around you, lazily kissing your neck and shoulder, his hands resting on your stomach beneath your sweatshirt. It wasnât like this every time you had sex, sometimes the two of you didnât have enough time, but this was your favorite way to end a night.
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