#bradley x jake

[mynameismckenziemae]

Eeek I just love your reblogs so much ❤️

The boys are definitely underestimating Liv 😉

I Love You Two

Part 13

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x OFC x Jake Seresin.

Summary: Natasha isn’t happy to find you and Bradley in a compromising position. A bet is made before the boys deploy.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! Smut, voyeurism, m/m, dry humping, female masturbation, ass play, etc.

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“What the fuck?!”

It’s not Jake.

It’s Nat, and she is not happy.

“What is it?” Bob asks, thankfully out of sight.

“It’s-no! Just wait there a second, Liv’s half-naked,” she turns to reply, before zeroing in on you two, absolutely furious. “Get dressed.”

“It’s not what you-“ Bradley’s response is cut off by her slamming the door. “I thought she hated Jake.”

“Shit,” you whisper, reluctantly taking your hand out of his pants.

“I’m back,” Jake calls from the front door, “I swear Bob’s car is in the parking lot…” he trails off, likely when he sees Nat and Bob standing outside your laundry room.

“Shit,” Bradley echoes, resting his forehead on yours.

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“What are you guys doing here?” Jake asks as he sets down the pizza, sounding much less nervous than he feels.

“I asked Liv if I could borrow something for the Gulls game tonight,” Nat scowls, crossing her arms, “she said she wasn’t home but she is. Bradley’s here too…and fuck, Jake.”

Bob’s arm lifts to reach for her but he drops it with a small frown, remembering she wants to keep their situationship under wraps.

“What?” Jake’s stomach flips at her calling him by name for the first time, but he hides it, resting against the counter. “What’s wrong?”

“I found them-I didn’t knock because she said she wasn’t home and they were-“

“About to fuck in the laundry room,” Bradley finishes as he walks out behind you, using your body as a shield to hide his erection.

Bob and Natasha’s head whip to Jake when he laughs.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” He pushes off the counter to kiss you.

Your heart feels like it’s going to pound right out of your chest when he pulls away.

“You knew-know…about this?” Nat sputters, looking between the three of you. Bob’s expression, as usual, is unreadable. “About them? Fucking? And you’re okay with it?”

“More than,” Jake replies over his shoulder before his hand slides into Bradley's curls and pulls him in for a sweet, but quick kiss.

Bradley’s chest rumbles in approval as he chases Jake when he pulls away, his semi twitching against your ass.

“What the…you’re…all three of you?” Her eyebrows raise even higher.

“Yeah,” you answer with a small smile.

“Uh…okay then,” her lips purse as she nods, “is it just sex?” she blurts out, “It’s just sex, right? I mean, I don’t mean to pry but I don’t want to see anyone get hurt-yes, even you, Bagman.”

You almost laugh at the way she narrows her eyes at him, hating to admit it.

“It’s not just sex,” Bradley answers, “it started that way but…”

“But it turned into more,” Jake adds when he trails off.

“I didn’t know you swung both ways,” is the first thing Bob says.

“I didn’t either,” Jake chuckles, “well, I guess I did, but I never admitted or acted on it until Roo.”

“Okay,” Nat replies, her mind obviously going a thousand miles a minute.

“Look. We all care about each other. I know it’s not conventional, but-“

“Fuck conventional,” Bob interrupts, turning pink when everyone looks at him.

“Yeah,” Nat adds after a beat, smiling when Bob glances down at her hand sliding into his, “fuck conventional. If you’re all happy I’m happy.”

“We are…well, I am,” you laugh when Bradley rolls his eyes. “Will you keep it between us for now? It’s…we’re not ready to come out with it yet. I’m glad you guys are understanding but not everyone is.”

“I get that,” Nat says before nodding to her and Bob’s still-enclosed hands, “we’d appreciate the same.”

While it wasn’t forbidden for members of the squadron to fraternize, it wasn’t exactly encouraged.

“Of course,” you nod. Jake and Bradley do the same.

It’s obvious to you that Nat has a million questions but they have to leave not long after finding her something to wear so they don’t miss the beginning of the game.

“Queso and margs Friday?” She asks by the door, “We need a girls' night.”

“Works for me,” you agree, “You guys have fun!”

Bradley is waiting for you to close the door to finish what Natasha interrupted.

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“So,” Nat takes a sip of her margarita, “both huh?”

“Yeah,” you bite your lip coyly, “both.”

“At the same time?”

“Yep,” you answer, “well, not yet. We’re working up to…that, but yes.”

You continue when she quirks a brow in question. “I’ve never done anal before and neither of them are small.”

“I knew Bradshaw was packing,” she murmurs mostly to herself.

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It’s after 10 and you’re pleasantly buzzed from the margaritas and a little bummed by the time you get back to your apartment. Nat mentioned that their squadron would be on the carrier training for 3 weeks starting Monday, but at least they would have some phone privileges.

It’s dark when you walk in, but both Jake’s truck and the Bronco were in the lot.

If it weren’t for the soft sighs and sounds coming from your bedroom you’d think they were asleep.

You tiptoe over and peer through the half-open door.

Clothes thrown off haphazardly and clad only in boxerbriefs, they’re on your bed, dry humping like teenagers.

“So beautiful,” Bradley murmurs, sitting up and running his hands down Jake’s chest, touching and squeezing like he can’t get enough, “all muscle and hard edges; the perfect contrast to Liv’s soft curves.”

The tequila is making tears prick your eyes.

That’s what you tell yourself at least.

Jake inhales shakily; also affected by Bradley’s sweet words.

“Never going to let either of you go,” Bradley continues. Jake nods in agreement before he dips down again.

The air crackles with intensity at the touch of their lips, brushing once, twice, before kissing with a fierce tenderness. It’s like you can feel the shift in their relationship; the vulnerability and deepening of their feelings for each other.

It’s too intimate to interrupt, but it sparks your own arousal like a live wire; racing through your veins and settling between your thighs so quickly you hold the doorframe to steady yourself while your other hand slips inside your shorts.

“God Jake,” Bradley pants as he lifts up, flipping Jake onto his stomach beneath him, pulling his boxer-briefs down before shoving off his own. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he continues, covering Jake’s back with his front, leaving biting kisses across his shoulders and neck.

“Please,” Jake gasps, arching his back and his ass up into Bradley’s groin, “I want it. I want you to.”

Bradley shudders, pausing as if he’s considering it before continuing, “Soon baby,” Bradley grits out the promise, “soon. But we can do this for now.”

You bite your lip to keep from whimpering when Bradley pulls the lube from your bedside drawer, popping it open and pouring a generous amount into the crease of Jake’s cheeks before settling back atop him. There’s a paused moment of shifting and adjusting before they find their rhythm with a synchronized groan, your clit pulsing in response.

You’re already on the brink watching the hard lines of their bodies soften as they move against each other. Bradley’s ass clenches with each thrust, alternating between sweet kisses and harsh sucks across Jake’s shoulders.

Jake’s expression is scrunched with pleasure, soft “uhs” pushed out between his lips with each roll of Bradley’s hips.

“Close,” Bradley chuckles breathlessly as if he can’t believe he’s about to cum from this, pressing his sweat-dampened curls to the middle of Jake’s back. “I’m close.”

“Cum on my-“ Jake cuts off with a strangled moan when Bradley sinks his teeth into his shoulder.

“What’s that, princess?” Bradley pants, goading him even if he’s just as wrecked, “where do you want me to cum?”

It’s not directed toward you, but your pussy clenches nevertheless. A soft sigh escapes when you push two fingers inside, pushing you all closer to the edge.

“O-on me,” Jake’s flush deepens before he tries to hide his face in your comforter.

But Bradley slides his hand into his hair and pulls Jake’s head back, licking a stripe up to his ear, “Where on you? Hmm?”

“M-my ass,” Jake stutters, gasping when Bradley nips his lobe.

“What do you say?” Bradley prompts, sounding composed yet his hips start to lose their rhythm.

“Please?” Jake all but cries, “Please cum on my ass!”

Your head drops to the door frame with a light thunk, teetering on the edge as Bradley pushes himself up.

“G-good boy,” he grits out, left hand gripping Jake’s cheek, spreading his ass open as he jerks himself with the right. “Oh,” he groans hoarsely. His cheeks are red and ruddy as his head falls forward, unable to look away as he paints Jake’s clenching hole with his cum, “Oh fuck Jake.”

Your eyes flutter closed as your release crests too, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you.

But Jake’s startled whimper pulls you back into your body while you’re still twitching from the aftershocks.

Bradley’s still breathing hard as his fingers run through his spend, gathering it before he gently presses one into Jake’s hole.

“That’s it,” Bradley rumbles, pleased. His voice is low and gravely like it always is after he cums, “Yeah, take it.”

It makes you clench. With your fingers still inside, the soft brush of your palm against your clit makes your breath hitch.

“Fuck!” Jake gasps, his hips stuttering, unable to decide whether to rut into the bed or back towards the intrusion.

“Goddamn,” Bradley chuckles as he slowly fingers fucks him, “you open up for me so well, princess. I can’t fucking wait to own your ass.”

Jake whines, hands finding your pillows and gripping hard as if he’s holding on for dear life.

Roo soon finds Jake’s rhythm and adds another finger. When Jake jolts, you know he found his prostate, fleetingly touching it with every other thrust.

Your fingers curl inside you and your eyes try to roll back as you toe the edge again, waiting for Jake.

“Please,” Jake begs, “pleasepleaseplease let me cum.”

“Mmm,” Bradley hums, a pleased smile pulling at his lips that Jake is waiting for permission to cum. It turns a little sinister when he presses directly on his prostate and Jake’s whole body tenses.

Jake chokes on a sob when Bradley hesitates, “I-“

“You can cum,” Bradley interrupts, cursing lowly at the way Jake’s ass tightens around his fingers like a vice as he cums with a raw, ragged groan.

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You recover before Jake does and watch as Bradley’s role shifts from hard dominance into soft nurturing.

It’s quiet, but Bradley’s gentle touches and sweet murmured praises speak volumes as he cleans him, smiling when Jake turns his head for a kiss.

Your heart flutters as you feel yourself falling more in love.

But it doesn’t stop you from pushing the door open a a few minutes later, startling them both.

“Come on guys,” you cross your arms, “I just washed the comforter.”

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“I don’t want you to go tomorrow,” you sigh Sunday afternoon, plopping down between the boys on the couch, “It’s not fair, either. You’ll have each other and I’m stuck here all alone.”

“I don’t want to go either,” Jake agrees, playing with your hair when you lay your head in his lap.

“Me either,” Bradley lifts his arms so you can put your legs on his thighs, “but it’s only three weeks.”

“Three weeks is a long time without sex,” you argue.

“You do realize we can’t either,” Jake quirks a brow, “there’s a no fraternization rule.”

“Yeah,” you roll your eyes, “because that’s stopped you before.”

Jake looks away with a sheepish smile.

“I could go three weeks without getting off,” Bradley muses out loud while he massages your calf.

“I could too,” Jake agrees, “It would suck, but I could.”

“Sure,” you laugh, knowing neither could make it more than a few days without rubbing one out.

“Why don’t we bet on it,” Bradley says, heat flashing when his eyes meet yours before flicking to Jake’s. “None of us get to cum until we’re back. First one to give in loses. Loser has to do whatever the others want.”

“Alright,” Jake grins cockily, like he has this in the bag.

Your eyes narrow, wanting to slap or kiss that smile right off his face.

“Fine,” you sit up with a huff, refusing to look at either of them.

“Oh c’mon Livi,” Bradley murmurs hotly, leaning in to kiss your neck, “it doesn’t start until tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Jake breathes against your other ear, goosebumps rising under his hand trailing up your arm, “and I promise we won’t make you do anything you won’t like.”

Melting under their touches, but his words make you stiffen.

“What do you mean, ‘we won’t make you do anything you don’t like?’” You ask, turning to look at him, arching a brow.

“When you lose,” Bradley answers for him, wearing a smarmy grin that mirrors Jake’s.

It falls from his face when you suddenly rise, stepping out of their reach.

“There’s only going to be one loser,” you say, facing them as your thumbs hook into the underwear you’re wearing, letting them fall to the ground before pulling off a ‘US Navy’ tee you slipped on earlier, leaving you completely naked, “and it won’t be me.”

You refuse to smile until you turn to walk to your bedroom.

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A/N: Welllllll, Natasha and Bob know. Bradley and Jake are getting more intimate with each other and there’s a bet. I wonder who will cave? 🤔 Also 👇🏻

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[allaboutalf]

If Glen Powell didn’t get to kiss Miles Teller after he saved his life at the end of Top Gun Maverick then he doesn’t get to kiss Daisy Edgar-Jones at the end of Twisters. The universe balances things out.

That’s why Glen Powell is for the bisexuals.

[kcsplace]

Jake loves the tattoos that adorn Bradley's body.

The origami birds that take flight across his shoulder-blades. A goose, a swan, with a rooster gazing up at them.

The stark lines of the missing man formation of four F-14's, three shooting across his chest, with the fourth arcing up to rest over his heart.

No matter how many times Jake's fingers trace the aged lines of the B-25 Mitchell that rests in the crook of his elbow, Bradley won't explain the choice, only murmurs about it being his first, and that he is going to have it covered up.

He never does.

But Jake's favourite, the one his fingers can't stay away from, is the little incomplete hangman figure he comes home with after his last deployment. Five months they spent apart. Five months new ink has been carried on Bradley's hip without Jake's knowledge and investigation. Five months where the spot Jake's hand rests as they settle to sleep has had seven empty spaces for letters. Five months Bradley has waited to play, Sharpie in hand.

Counting the dashes, and even taking note of them being split into groups of 5 and 2, Jake still has to try his callsign first.

"H"

"Not your callsign you egotistical shit." Bradley added a frown on the blank face.

"A"

_A___ __

"J"

"Nope."

"K"

"Are you using your name now?"

"Yes."

"No.

A leg and two eyes added to the tattoo later, Jake is staring more intently at Bradley's hip than he has at any Bandit and then it dawns on him.

MA__Y M_

The smile that stretches across his face hurts. It aches in the best way as he looks up at Bradley, the other pilot's gaze intent on him and not the artwork.

"Yes."

"That's not a letter."

"Still my answer."

Plucking the pen from Bradley's unresisting fingers, Jake fills in the missing Rs and the Y, before adding a big YES across Bradley's lower belly.

Casey's Top Gun Ficlets Casey's Icemav Ficlets Casey's Hangster Ficlets

[overwhelmed-alien]

Jake keeps a weird looking chicken plushie in his truck and shakes it at people when they cut him off.

“MY BOYFRIEND WILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!!”

*angrily shakes a chicken at them

[lucyybradford]

Hangman: If a beautiful man disagrees with me I will immediately change my views. I have no principles.

Rooster: Well maybe you should have principles.

Hangman: You’re right, maybe I should.

[themissingmango]

“Just stay put for once in your life.”

“Ha! A-ah, bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you, Rooster?”

[eliashirsch]

In which Bradley is the CEO but not really

Bradley, probably: we need to have a meeting. i'm being disrespected here

Jake, Nat, Bob: take it up with the boss

Bradley: i am the boss!

(for the bingo: Secretary/Boss) @topgunalternateuniverse

[newtmas-supremxcy]

Jake's face when he hears "dagger two (aka bradley/rooster) is hit" is exactly the face those soldier's wives have in movies when they get a letter or a another soldier show up on their porch to tell them their husband was killed in action

[itsonlystatic]

Oh my god, I found this on Pinterest and now I’m crying, thinking about Hangster 😭

[choking-on-ice]

it's nearly christmas (sorta) so my early gift to myself is drawing my favourite tan muscley 6'1" bottom :3

fr tho I'm neck-deep in my Top Gun Maverick phase again and I love Rooster so much it's ridiculous.

[mxrcusflint]

Sweetheart in the Spring

the hangster childhood sweethearts ABO verse | E | Ch 1 of 2 | 14k

They didn’t get to have Jake laughing up at him from the football field, Bradley reminded himself. Shit-talking about how he really felt about the instructors. Whooping in the stands at a home run. Or this, ever: Jake parting his legs again, looking almost shy through his lashes up at Bradley. Whatever happened — if Jake wanted to just get his first time over with and saw Bradley as an easy partner — nobody else would get to have him quite like this.

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[mynameismckenziemae]

I Love You Two

Part 11

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x OFC x Jake Seresin.

Summary: You start your weekend getaway off with a bang.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! Exhibitionism, masturbation (f), teasing, humiliation, objectification, spanking, ass play, toy use.

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The holidays come and go and due to the somewhat new, still under wraps status of your relationship, you don’t get to spend them with both Bradley and Jake. Paired with yours and their busy schedules, you barely get any time with the two of them together over the next few months.

“You think we should do something for Valentine’s Day?” You ask Bradley over lunch in your office as you unwrap the chocolate heart Jake had placed on your desk this morning. Who again, was ordered to work through his break.

“I know, I know. It’s just a stupid Hallmark holiday,” you repeat the words he’s always said about the holiday and laugh at the look he gives you, “but I think Jake would like it.”

While he hasn’t actually said it, there have been signs that the holiday is at least somewhat important to him. For example, the chocolates he’s been leaving for you and Bradley.

Bradley gives an exasperated sigh as he unwraps a chocolate of his own, but agrees, “Fine.”

“Yes!” You grin, pulling out your phone and sliding it across your desk, “I found this little place two hours from here. It’s got a private hot tub and there’s…”

Bradley just shakes his head as you ramble on, but can’t hide the quirk of his mustache. “Whatever works. Book it and I’ll make sure we both are off.”

“Will do,” you smile, rising when he does and risking a quick kiss, “I can’t fucking wait, Roo.”

His eyes heat at the husky turn of your voice as if he can see all the dirty ideas that are churning around your mind.

“I suddenly can’t either,” he murmurs, leaning back in to brush his lips over yours.

But the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway outside your office has him pulling back.

“See ya tonight,” you sigh, sitting back in your chair, disappointed. “Tell Jake I say hi.”

“Will do,” he replies as he walks out the door.

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“Can I at least pick the music since I was banished to sit in the back?” You tease as Jake pulls his truck onto the highway.

Bradley was planning on being a gentleman and letting you ride shotgun, but no way were you going to let his long legs be cramped in the backseat for over 2 hours. So when he ran back inside his apartment to grab his forgotten wallet, you got in the backseat and locked the doors.

Jake laughs. “You are such a pain in the ass.”

“I’m going to give her a pain in the ass later,” Bradley mutters under his breath, handing you Jake’s phone before he slips his fingers through Jake’s on the center console.

“Promises, promises,” you whisper, kissing his cheek before sitting back to scroll Jake’s Spotify.

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An hour or so later, you wake to the truck braking quickly. The steady flow of traffic and your boy's soft murmurs had lulled you to sleep.

“What’s going on?” You yawn, leaning forward to see.

“I think something flew off a trailer,” Jake replies as the vehicle rolls to a stop.

“Yeah,” Bradley confirms, able to see around the side of the semi in front of the truck, “looks like we’ll be here for a bit.”

“Now what?” You sigh, never one to be patient.

“We could play I Spy?” Bradley offers, “Or the license plate game?”

“Sure. There’s California, California, California, and…” you reply dryly, turning to look at the car behind you, “shocker. Another California.”

Jake snorts while Bradley shakes his head.

“Patience has never been a strong suit of hers,” Bradley tells Jake, bringing their still joined hands to place an absent-minded kiss on the back of Jake’s.

“Patience has never been a strong suit of hers,” you mock his words as you sit back with a huff.

15 long minutes pass. Bradley pulls out his phone and Jake hums along to the song playing, thrumming his fingers on the wheel.

It’s been too long since Bradley took you apart like when he took you over his knee and you’re craving to relinquish all control.

He’ll gladly do it if you so ask.

But what’s the fun in that?

“What are you doing back there?” Jake asks when he hears the sounds of you squirming.

You answer with a wink when you catch his eye in the rearview while sliding your panties down your thighs.

Bradley pauses his scrolling when the lace thong lands on the center console where their hands had earlier been joined.

“Liv,” Bradley warns.

“What?” You snap as your fingers trail back up your inner thigh, “I’m bored.”

“We’ll be there in,” Jake checks his phone, “a little over an hour.”

“You can wait an hour,” Bradley states like it’s final.

Your reply is a soft sigh as your fingers slide through your arousal, wetting the tips to ease the circles over your clit.

“Olivia,” Bradley puts his phone down and Jake straightens instinctively at the tone. “You can wait an hour.”

“I,” the shudder running down your spine makes you pause, “don’t want to wait.”

A muscle twitches in Bradley’s jaw when he clenches it.

Jake flushes as he shifts in his seat, turned on by the tension filling the cab.

You kick off your sandals before leaning back, placing a foot on each of their seats.

“Fuck,” you breathe as you dip your fingers inside, “can you hear how wet I am?”

Bradley turns to look at you but you turn his face back to the front with your painted toes, “Ah-ah,” you tsk, “eyes front, Roo.”

He curses under his breath, cheeks turning ruddy but he doesn’t try to look back again. You clench around your fingers, knowing he’s letting you continue…and knowing he’s going to make you pay for it too.

“I can hear it,” Jake murmurs, lust-blown eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “wish I could taste it.”

“Why can’t you?” You ask, slipping your fingers from inside and leaning forward, “here.”

He opens his mouth eagerly, sucking your middle and index fingers into his mouth with a soft groan.

“Good boy,” you murmur. His long eyelashes flutter when you slowly pump them in and out.

A strangled sound escapes Bradley but he covers it up by clearing his throat, looking out the window when you glance his way.

“So good,” you whisper against the shell of his ear before sitting back and resuming where you left off, thoroughly enjoying the way goosebumps rise from your words.

As the traffic continues to crawl, you draw it out, teasing yourself and therefore teasing them.

Jake can’t stop fidgeting and Bradley’s curls are a mess from his hands running through.

“I’m so fucking hard,” Jake admits when you allow yourself to get close, “fuck, Liv. You’re so hot.”

“Why don’t you suck him off, Roo?” You goad him, “Hmm? I know you want to.”

Jake’s head falls back against the rest with a groan and Bradley’s knuckles turn white on his bouncing knee.

“I-he can’t”, Jake whines as the truck creeps ahead, “we’re coming up on a semi here.”

The tinted windows and your dress were keeping you covered from unwanted attention thankfully. But they weren’t that lucky in the front seat.

“I’ll suck you off,” you continue, the lewd, wet sounds of your fingers fucking your pussy all you can hear, “as soon as we get there? Please, Jake? Can I?”

“I-ye-it’s up to Roo,” Jake replies, glancing at the road once more before turning Bradley towards him, meeting in a heated, hungry kiss.

Bradley’s hand comes up to find the hinge of Jake’s jaw as he finds Bradley’s curls, mussing them further. There’s teeth, tongue and so much tension it has you toeing the edge.

Your back arches as the pleasure crests and your soft cry doesn’t drown out the sound of the car horn from behind, making them jump apart as if they were burned.

Jake hits the gas with a frustrated sigh and Bradley’s eyes meet yours before he turns around. He doesn’t have to say a word; you already know.

You’re in so much trouble.

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“Thought we weren’t doing gifts,” Jake says from behind you.

“Couldn’t resist,” Bradley replies as Jake rips the paper, “besides, it’s just as much for me as it is for you two.”

The urge to turn around and look is killing you, but you’re already in hot water.

“What are you doing?” You asked when Bradley tugged your dress down as soon as Jake closed the door to your room.

“No bra,” Bradley ignored your question, scoffing when your bare breasts were revealed, “why am I not surprised?”

“I-“ you hissed when he pinched a hardened nipple but it turned to a sigh when Jake sucked the other into his mouth.

It only lasted a moment before Bradley pulled him off by his hair and into another heated kiss.

“Not yet,” Bradley murmured, nipping Jake’s lower lip after breaking the kiss, “she’s being punished, remember?”

“Yeah,” Jake breathed, eyes flicking to Roo’s lips, obviously not listening to a word he said, “Okay.”

You almost laughed but Bradley’s attention was back on you. He reached for your arm before you could pull away and yanked you to the corner of the room.

“What-“

You jumped as your question was cut off by the sound of his hand meeting your ass, quickly followed by the burn.

“If you’re going to act like a naughty little girl,” Bradley tugs your arms behind you, crossing them at the elbows, “then I’m going to treat you like one. You’re going to stay right here in this corner until I’m ready for you to come out.”

The burn of humiliation hasn’t waned and your arousal has only intensified since he left you in the corner nearly a half hour ago.

You positively ache, wetness is now coating your inner thighs as you shift your weight from foot to foot, growing antsier by the second.

Jake’s shuddery inhale when the contents of the gift are revealed only makes it worse.

“The pink one is Liv’s,” Bradley says, the smile in his voice evident.

Your eyes narrow but you don’t say a word. Bradley knows you fucking hate the color pink.

“Can we…” Jake trails off, “now?”

“Yeah,” Bradley answers a little smugly, making goosebumps rise along your body. “Liv?”

“Yes sir?” Your voice sounds so loud as it echoes against the walls inches from your face.

“Come here.”

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“I’m sor-“ your third-or is it fourth? attempt at an apology gets cut off by another harsh slap to your ass.

You give up with a strangled sound, burying your face in the comforter and letting the tears welling in your eyes finally fall. You refuse to let him see you cry.

Your gaze had been on the floor in faux remorse when you'd approached him, but Bradley saw right through your act. He wasted no time bending you over the bed and showing how sorry you weren’t, taking your breath away with quick, harsh spanks. Jake watched with rapt attention, occasionally running a soothing hand down your back and giving you a swat of his own.

Arousal is coating your trembling thighs when Bradley pauses to knead to knead your reddened flesh. “Have you had enough?”

“Why?” You reply shakily, looking over your shoulder with watery eyes, “Is your hand tired?”

Bradley quirks a brow and Jake snorts as he returns from the bathroom, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and something pink in the other. He left a few minutes earlier after a hushed conversation with Roo.

“I was going to let you sit on Jake’s face while I put this in,” Bradley holds up the pink butt plug that Jake must’ve just washed, “but only good girls get their pussy eaten.”

You fight the urge to gulp. While it’s not as big as Bradley or Jake, it’s bigger than a finger.

“I hate pink,” is what you say instead, trying not to wince at how bratty you sound.

“I know,” Bradley grins, opening the lube.

You roll your eyes before resting your head on your crossed arms, refusing to show that you’re a little nervous.

The cold lube hitting your heated skin makes you jolt.

“Jake’s going to get you ready for the plug. Yeah,” Bradley observes as Jake spreads it over his fingers before sliding between your cheeks, “just like that, baby. Get her hole nice and slick.”

“Oh God,” you whimper.

“This okay?” Jake asks, slowly circling your rim as Bradley brushes the hair off your forehead.

“Yeah,” you reply truthfully, knowing they’ll stop at your slightest hesitation, “it’s okay.”

“You’ll tell us if it’s not?” Bradley asks, tilting your chin to look at him.

“I will-oh,” your eyes flutter as Jake gently starts to press a fingertip in. It’s different with no stimulation to your pussy or clit like the few times Bradley’s fingered you in the middle of sex.

“That’s good,” Bradley stands behind him, kissing his neck as his finger slowly pumps in and out. “She’s ready for another.”

You tense up instinctively when he presses a second finger to your hole and Jake hesitates.

“It’s okay,” Bradley says, trailing his fingers down Jake’s arm before dipping down to slide through the wetness on your thighs before ghosting over your clit. A whine escapes as you tighten for only a moment before relaxing, and letting Jake’s fingers in. “See?”

“Fuck,” Jake breathes, letting you get used to the intrusion before gently pumping them in and out.

“Yeah,” Bradley chuckles, nudging your clit every so often to keep you on edge. “How’s it feel?”

“Hot,” Jake murmurs, “tight, just as perfect as her pussy.”

“Mmm,” Bradley agrees, watching as you start pushing back to meet his fingers. “She’s ready for the plug.”

A shiver wracks your body as Jake pulls his fingers from you and he places a kiss on your back in apology before heading to the bathroom to wash his hands. Your breath quickens at the sound of the lube opening again.

“Spread her open for me,” Bradley instructs when Jake returns. His warm, damp hands squeeze your hip reassuringly before stands beside Bradley and he does as he’s told.

Mortification races through you at the gesture; added to the fact that they’re both dressed while you’re naked and so exposed mixed with your pulsing arousal is a heady combination.

“Fuck,” you breathe at the first touch of cool, hard silicone.

“Now touch her clit,” Bradley says, letting you get used to the feel, “but don’t let her cum.”

“Yes sir,” Jake murmurs, sounding farther gone than you as he sneaks his hand between your thighs to give the same sweet, but fleeting traces as Roo.

“That’s it,” Bradley coos, softly pressing the toy in as you whimper from Jake’s touch, “good, Jake. Good.”

Jake’s head falls back at the praise.

The praise you should be getting.

A complaint gets lodged in your throat when Bradley pulls back before pushing it in again; further this time.

“Watch, sweetheart,” Bradley says, “watch her take the widest part.”

Your toes curl as your hole stretches around it and you let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding once it’s in.

“You good?” Bradley whispers, leaning forward to press kisses down the knobs of your spine.

All you can do is nod, feeling like an open, exposed nerve.

He smiles against your back and straightens.

“Can’t wait to play with this while I fuck you,” Bradley toys with it, making you gasp. Jake’s fingers are still teasing your clit while your poor, neglected cunt clenches around nothing. “Here Jake, give me your hand.”

Bradley brings Jake’s hand to the plug, guiding it in and out. Your trembling legs nearly give out when he pauses on the widest part, “See how her greedy hole tries to pull it back in?”

“Yeah,” is all he can manage as he pushes it in one last time before finding Roo’s lips for a hot, tension-fueled kiss.

As you muster the strength to lift off from the bed, more than ready to be fucked, they pull apart, breathing hard.

“Ready for your turn?” Bradley asks him, pulling a plug matching yours from his back pocket, only this one is in blue.

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A/N: I’m so sorry for the delay since the last update. Life is crazy. I hope this is the end of my hiatus, but no guarantees. I really hope you like it. Also, just a little disclaimer that I finished this and edited it while exhausted so I hope it’s not shitty. Also 👇🏻

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[jojobeaner]

"I'm proud of you."

Jake looks over at Javy, confused. "For what?" They were just having drinks at the Hard Deck, like usual.

"You know. For telling Rooster off. Setting boundaries."

That slow smile turns into a grin and then Jake laughs, loud and boisterous. "Oh, no. I'm totally going to fuck him later. I just want to make him squirm first."

Javy shakes his head. "Nevermind man. You're a total lost cause."

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Just a little thing that hit me that I had to write down. Javy has so many burdens being Jake's best friend. Lol

[sereshawl]

Maverick, slightly drunk: I’m immune to mean and hurtful words because Ice says nice things to me every day and his love protects me.

Rooster: I’m immune to mean and hurtful words because Jake says mean things to me every day so I’m always prepared.

[overwhelmed-alien]

I love when Bradley and Jake call each other “B” and “J” 🥹. It’s just so cozy and domestic. I don’t see it much in fics, but when I do just know I’m giggling and kicking my feet🥰🥰🥰

[lucyybradford]

Hangman: So, how do you feel about kids?

Rooster: I mean, they're okay. If I saw one I wouldn't throw a rock at it.

Hangman: Why would you throw a rock at a child.

Rooster: I just said I wouldn't.