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Why Not Forever? | Rooster x Reader x Hangman

Summary: The last night on the aircraft carrier should have been bittersweet as Bradley and Jake show you once again how good it feels to be shared by them. But you soon learn that the boys have plans for you beyond this deployment.

Warnings: Smut, anal, threesome, slight hangster, 18+

Length: 1700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

This is a sequel to Why Not Both? and Why Not Again? But it can be read alone! Check out my masterlist for more!

Bradley loved that fucked out, starry eyed look on your face as you rode him. You were babbling, barely able to focus, but your every movement was smooth and fluid. You were exactly what he needed. But he knew you'd never end up a begging, whining mess for him alone, and he was okay with that. After weeks of sharing you, maybe he even preferred it this way. 

Your pussy was warm and inviting around him as he palmed your tits and squeezed your nipples a little harder. Your body was slick with sweat, only some of it your own. But the best part was the way Bradley could feel Jake's cock shoved up your ass every time one of them thrusted. And he could see Jake behind you on the bed, squeezing your hips and kissing your neck.

"Look at her face, Hangman. She's so far gone." Bradley gently took your chin between his thumb and fingertips and turned your head, showing off your parted, swollen lips and barely focused eyes to the man behind you. "She's beautiful."

"Like an angel," Jake agreed, thrusting a little deeper, making you just that much tighter for Bradley. A long, needy whine filled the air as Jake whispered, "You never had it so good, did you?" You shook your head in a jerky motion, and Bradley watched Jake kiss away a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of your neck. 

You were exhausted, clenching softly around his cock when Bradley coaxed you to face him again. Then you muttered the first intelligible word that came from your lips in the last ten minutes. "Please." 

He knew you needed to come, and you'd been perfect for the two of them up until now. You had taken care of them before they flew their mission and again directly afterwards, and you'd been spending your nights in their bunk on the carrier ever since. It was to the point that Bradley didn't care who knew about it, and he was getting that distinct feeling from Jake as well.

Bradley leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your nipple, earning another, more intense squeeze from your pussy. When you tried to roll your hips faster, he shook his head  "You're close. Let us take care of you."

"Please," you repeated as both men filled you with sharp thrusts, leaving your head rolling back against Jake's shoulder. Bradley was entranced, the sight of your swollen clit brushing his neatly trimmed hair nearly sending him over the edge. He stroked your nipples and smiled as you tried to buck again, only to be stopped by Jake's hands on your hips.

"Easy, Angel," he drawled, and Bradley chuckled. "You'll get there soon enough. We just need a little more time with you first."

"If you didn't feel so fucking good, we'd have been done by now. But you have a way of making us want more and more," Bradley teased. Then he worked his tongue through his own mouth and watched the stream of saliva as he spit where you and he were connected. He ran his thumb through it and said, "But I think you just about earned it," as you whined. 

"Please!"

He rubbed your clit a little with his rough fingers, spitting again as Jake released your hips and focused on squeezing your tits from behind instead. "Yeah," he agreed. "She earned it. She always does."

The relief written on your face made Bradley grin as you looked down at him working his fingers in deliberate circles. When he kissed the valley between your breasts, he could taste the salt of your skin and feel Jake's fingers in his cheeks. "Never thought I'd be sorry to see the end of a deployment," he whispered, licking a stripe up to your collarbone. He nibbled on you as Jake grabbed at your breasts a little harder so you cried out. "Never had this much fun before."

Then you reached behind you with one hand and stroked Jake's cheek while you teased Bradley's hair with your other hand. He knew you loved the way they worshipped you. All the dirty glances and winks across the common areas really got him going, but they sent you straight to your knees as soon as you were in their bunk. And the thought occurred to Bradley that it would never be this good with anyone else. He knew there wasn't another woman who stood a chance.

"Fuck," Jake grunted, and Bradley could tell by the way your body was rocking that the man behind you was about come in your ass. "God damn it," he groaned, burying his face in your neck and whining. 

You were grinning now as you bounced on both of them, knowing Bradley would make sure you got what you needed. But he had to be certain you knew the price you were paying at this point to be allowed to come on their cocks. Bradley and Jake didn't do this with just anyone, and he needed to be sure you understood that. Be sure this wasn't the last time.

"How bad do you want it?" Bradley rasped, pinching your clit and ramming himself deep.

"So bad!" you cried out as Jake's movements became more erratic.

"Say it," Bradley demanded through gritted teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. "Tell me you belong to us. And not just for tonight." He was close now, but he kept rubbing you just right and coaxing you to keep your eyes on him. "We want you in San Diego too, Baby."

Jake's hands roamed the font of your body as he moaned against your skin, and Bradley watched your pupils grow wider as your thighs shook. Your pussy clenched around him as you managed to say, "I'm yours."

You came with Bradley, your lips meeting his as he fucked you all the way through your orgasm. Your kisses were sweet even as you were a cum filled mess for the two of them, and you let Bradley pull you down with him as he eased himself back onto the pillows to catch his breath.

"She's ours," he confirmed for Jake who was kissing your shoulder as you curled up on Bradley's chest. Then he pressed his lips to your hair and whispered, "Our good girl."

Bradley could feel Jake's softening cock on his thigh as he came to rest against your back. You coaxed Jake closer and closer while you kissed Bradley, and then you shared your kisses with one man and then the other until the three of you were kissing. Bradley couldn't wait to get back to California.

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You weren't sure what you were expecting when the guys both invited you over to Bradley's place a few days after the end of the deployment. The three of you had spent that last night all curled up in one bed together, sweat and cum and sweet, dirty talk everywhere. You shivered just thinking about the way it felt to be sandwiched between their strong bodies in every position imaginable. They made you feel sexy and safe.

You wanted more from them, but you hadn't dared to dream that it could continue here. That sharing you had become something they wanted as much as you did. You'd never be able to choose between Bradley's effortless allure and Jake's natural charisma. You wanted both, and you shivered with anticipation at seeing them here on dry land.

They'd never seen you in anything except your khaki uniforms and your most basic underwear, but something was telling you that tonight was going to be a little different. As you slowly made your way up the pathway from your car, you straightened your dress over your pretty lingerie. You wanted them to destroy all of it.

Almost immediately after you knocked, the front door swung open, and you were met with two pairs of eyes, green and brown, raking over your body like they'd been craving you for months. "Boys," you said smoothly as you squeezed between the two of them and into the living room. You couldn't help but add, "I missed you," as you spun around to face them with a smile. 

"You have no idea," Jake drawled, kicking the door shut and closing the distance to your lips. He kissed you, wrapping his hand gently around your neck as he said, "We got you a little something."

His smirk matched Bradley's as the other man pressed himself against your backside. "Something pretty for you to wear," he added, his voice a deep rumble. 

"What is it?" you asked, looking up at Jake as Bradley snaked one arm around your waist from behind. When he opened his hand in front of your chest, you looked down at his palm and saw a gold necklace with two charms that made you gasp. 

"You like it?" Bradley asked next to your ear, his mustache sending a ripple of need along your skin when he grazed you.

"Yes," you whispered, your body already clenching.

Jake looked at you eagerly as he asked, "Will you let me put it on you, Angel?"

"Please," you whined, knowing you sounded exactly like you had in their bunk on the aircraft carrier. You watched his fingertips glide along Bradley's palm, and then both of them were kissing you as he clasped the chain around your neck. The cool charms settled against your skin, and you let them lead you toward the bedroom.

You couldn't be sure who was talking to you and who was touching you in your blissed out state, but you could feel fingers tangle in your new necklace chain. You would have to strategically hide the charms that said Bradley and Jake underneath your uniform shirts when you were at work, because you weren't going to be taking your necklace off anytime soon.

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[callsigns-haze]

2 3 make 3 4

Summary: After months of messing around with one of Penny's bartenders a knock and a ditch may have changed the couples life forever.

Pairing: Bradley x Jake x Reader

Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content and pregnancy.

The familiar sound of cue balls clicking together echoed through The Hard Deck, blending seamlessly with the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. Behind the bar, you worked efficiently, sliding beers across the counter and topping off margaritas, your hands moving almost instinctively. It was a busy night, but you thrived on it. The tips were good, the energy was infectious, and Penny trusted you to hold the fort.

You were wiping down the counter when you noticed him. Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster, as his friends called him. His sun-streaked hair caught the dim light as he weaved through the crowd, his Hawaiian shirt loud enough to draw attention but not enough to distract from the confident ease of his walk. He smiled as he approached the bar, and even before he reached you, you knew he had that look in his eye.

"Hey, YN," Bradley greeted, leaning on the bar. His deep voice was warm, familiar, laced with just enough flirtation to send a shiver down your spine.

"Bradley," you replied smoothly, meeting his gaze. "What can I get you?"

He glanced over his shoulder briefly, scanning the room before turning back to you. His lips curved into that knowing smile, the one you'd seen far too many times by now.

"Two lagers and a whiskey neat," he said, then paused, letting the words hang in the air just long enough to make you curious. "And… are you free tonight?"

Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn't let it show. Instead, you arched an eyebrow, busying yourself with pouring the beers. "Is Jake in on this, or are you going rogue?"

Bradley chuckled, the sound low and teasing. "You know I wouldn't dream of stepping out of line. He's been asking about you, actually."

The beers were ready, and you placed them on the counter, taking your time as you poured the whiskey. "I thought you two were supposed to be planning a wedding," you teased, your voice light but your pulse quickening.

"We are," Bradley admitted, leaning a little closer. "But you know how we like to keep things… interesting."

Your breath hitched, memories of past nights flashing through your mind. The three of you had a rhythm, an understanding that went unspoken but never unappreciated. Jake’s sharp confidence and Bradley’s easy charm were a combination you could never quite resist.

"I close up at midnight," you said, sliding the whiskey toward him. "You know where to find me."

Bradley’s grin widened, and he tapped the counter lightly before picking up the drinks. "See you then."

You watched as he walked away, his shoulders relaxed, his stride easy. Your heart was pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the busy night.

Midnight couldn’t come fast enough.

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The faint glow of the living room’s dim lighting cast long shadows on the walls, giving the space an intimate, almost dreamlike feel. You barely had a chance to take in the surroundings before Jake’s hands were on you, firm yet teasing, guiding you back until your shoulders met the cool surface of the wall.

"Missed you," he murmured, his voice a low drawl that sent heat pooling in your stomach. His green eyes gleamed with mischief as his lips brushed the corner of your mouth, deliberately just shy of a kiss.

"Jake," you whispered, your breath hitching.

Before you could say more, Bradley’s larger frame moved in from the side, his presence grounding yet electric. His fingers tilted your chin toward him, and his lips captured yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, as if savouring the moment. Jake chuckled softly at your reaction, his hands skimming down your sides, the friction sending a shiver through you.

"You always get her first," Jake teased Bradley, his tone light but laced with playful competitiveness.

"Someone has to make sure she’s warmed up," Bradley replied, his voice rumbling against your lips as he pulled back just enough to speak.

Your head tilted back against the wall as Jake’s lips found the curve of your neck, his stubble scraping in a way that sent sparks down your spine. You could feel his smirk against your skin, the kind of confidence that made it impossible to resist him. Bradley’s hands slid down to your hips, anchoring you as his mouth trailed along your jawline, each touch of their lips igniting a fire that left you breathless.

"Think she missed us?" Jake murmured against your ear, his voice a tantalizing mix of amusement and desire.

"Why don’t we ask her?" Bradley said, his hands tightening slightly on your hips, his lips hovering just above yours.

Your breath came in shallow bursts as you tried to form words, but the intensity of their attention left you speechless. Jake pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his grin wicked.

"Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ve got all night to remind you."

Your breath hitched as Bradley’s lips ghosted over yours, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a mix of warmth and mischief. He leaned in closer, so close that his words brushed against your lips like a caress.

“Speechless already?” he teased, his voice low and rich, sending a thrill through you.

Before you could respond, Jake’s hands slid from your hips to your waist, his touch confident and deliberate. He was just as smug, his voice dripping with that signature southern drawl. “Guess she doesn’t need to answer, Roo. We’ve got all the proof we need right here.”

The heat of their attention was almost overwhelming. Bradley kissed the corner of your mouth, the lightest of touches that left you aching for more. Jake, meanwhile, trailed his lips along your neck, the sensation a maddening mix of softness and the rough graze of his stubble.

“Look at you,” Jake murmured, his tone playful yet reverent. “All pinned up like this. You could’ve said no, you know.”

His words earned a sharp breath from you, and you felt the warmth of Bradley’s laugh vibrate against your skin. “But she didn’t,” Bradley added, his lips finding the hollow of your throat, placing a lingering kiss there.

You felt your knees weaken, the wall behind you your only anchor as their combined teasing unravelled you. Jake pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his grin cocky. “Careful, darlin’. Don’t go melting on us too soon.”

You managed a breathy laugh, though your voice came out softer than you intended. “You’re both impossible.”

“And yet,” Bradley said, his hands cupping your face as his lips brushed yours again, slow and tantalizing, “here you are.”

Jake’s hand slid to your chin, tilting your face toward him as he claimed your lips, his kiss a stark contrast to Bradley’s. It was firmer, demanding in the best way, leaving you dizzy. When he pulled away, his green eyes were alight with mischief.

“Think we’ve got her flustered enough?” Jake asked, glancing at Bradley, though his hands stayed firmly on you, ensuring you had no escape.

Bradley leaned back slightly, his gaze sweeping over you with deliberate slowness. “Not even close.”

You didn’t even notice when Bradley’s hands slipped beneath your thighs until you felt yourself being lifted, your back still pressed against the wall. A surprised gasp escaped you, but his grip was secure, strong, and undeniably confident.

“Easy there,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement as he adjusted you in his arms. “We’ve got you.”

Jake stepped back just enough to make room, his eyes scanning you with a playful hunger that made your cheeks flush. “Carrying her off already, Roo?” he teased, though his hand found its way to your knee, sliding up your leg in a way that made your breath hitch.

“Someone has to do the heavy lifting,” Bradley shot back, grinning as he began to move, effortlessly carrying you away from the wall.

Jake followed close behind, his fingers trailing lazily along your calf as he walked. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t act like you’re not showing off,” he drawled, his smirk widening when you gave him a glare that lacked any real heat.

You were dimly aware of the living room fading behind you, the hallway to their bedroom stretching ahead. The steady rhythm of Bradley’s steps and Jake’s low chuckle in your ear only added to the heady anticipation curling in your stomach.

As you reached the doorway, Jake stepped ahead to push it open, pausing to glance over his shoulder. “Think you can handle this, Bradshaw? Don’t want you dropping her before we’ve even started.”

Bradley snorted, the sound vibrating through you. “You’re hilarious, Seresin.” He carried you into the room with ease, his lips brushing your temple in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

Jake shut the door behind him with a quiet click, the sound punctuating the shift in the air. The energy was different here—more focused, more intimate. Bradley laid you gently on the bed, his hands lingering for just a moment before Jake joined him, standing beside him with a look that promised the teasing was far from over.

“You comfortable, sweetheart?” Jake asked, his drawl softer now as he leaned over you, his hand brushing a stray hair from your face.

You gave a faint nod, your heart pounding as you looked between the two of them. “I think so,” you managed, your voice breathy but steady enough to make Jake grin.

Bradley leaned down, his lips brushing yours once more before he pulled back just enough to speak. “Good. Because we’re not done with you yet.”

You gasp as Jake and Bradley's hands roam over your body. “You like that, don't you angel?” Jake murmurs in your ear. His fingers ghost along your inner thigh as Bradley kisses down your neck.

“Please,” you whimper.

“Please what?” Bradley teases, nipping at your collarbone.

“I need you both,” you moan.

Jake reaches for the lube. “We've got you, baby,” he says, slicking himself up. Bradley follows suit. You cry out in pleasure as they slowly enter you together, stretching you deliciously. “Oh god,” you pant as they begin to move in tandem.

“So tight,” Jake groans.

“So good,” Bradley echoes.

Jake and Bradley establish a steady rhythm, their hips rolling in perfect synchronization. Jake's thick length slides against your slick walls as Bradley fills you from behind. The fullness is exquisite.

“Harder,” you beg. They oblige eagerly, increasing their pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room.

Jake's fingers dig into your hips as he drives into you forcefully. Bradley's chest is pressed against your back, his lips and teeth marking your shoulder.

“You feel amazing,” Jake pants. His thumb finds your sensitive nub and begins rubbing tight circles.

The pressure builds rapidly as Jake and Bradley drive into you relentlessly. Your entire body tingles with pleasure, every nerve ending alight. Jake's skilled fingers on your most sensitive spot send jolts of electricity through you with each pass.

“I'm so close,” you gasp.

“Let go,” Bradley growls in your ear. “We want to feel you come undone.”

Their words and movements push you over the edge. The dam breaks and waves of intense pleasure crash over you. Your inner walls clamp down on them as your release gushes forth, coating their lengths.

Jake groans as your wetness drenches him. “That's it, drench us,” he whimpers.

Your body quakes uncontrollably as the orgasm rolls through you. More fluid rushes out with each pulse, soaking the sheets beneath you.

Your pulsing walls trigger their release. Jake erupts first, his hot seed painting your insides. Bradley follows seconds later, his cock throbbing as he empties himself deep within you. Their simultaneous climaxes prolong your own ecstasy.

“Oh god, yes,” you moan, feeling their warm essence filling you.

Aftershocks ripple through your body. Each tremor squeezes more of their cum from their shafts. The mixture of your combined fluids leaks out around their lengths, trickling down your thighs.

Panting heavily, Jake slowly withdraws. The sudden emptiness makes you whimper. You feel a gush of fluid follow his exit, spilling onto the already soaked sheets.

Bradley lingers a moment longer, savouring the last quivers of your pussy around him. When he finally pulls out with just his words he could make you cum again. “God, I've missed our little pet.”

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Nine months had passed since you’d last stepped into their home. Since that night when everything had changed, when the three of you had been tangled in desire, a bond that seemed as much about exploration as it was about connection. Since then, Jake and Bradley’s life had moved forward in a way that felt solid and full, but also quieter—like a piece of their puzzle was missing.

It hadn’t been intentional, the distance that grew between them and you. They knew that. But you had vanished without a trace, no message, no explanation. It was a soft pain that lingered, a void neither of them could quite fill. They had their life together—married for six months now—but they still thought of you, often.

Tonight was one of those evenings when they simply needed to be with each other. The living room was dim, the soft glow of the TV screen casting light across the room. The scent of fresh popcorn lingered in the air, but the warmth between them was what kept them anchored. Bradley lay on his back, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, while Jake nestled into his side, his legs draped over Bradley’s. They were quiet, the world outside of their small bubble fading away.

A romantic comedy was playing on the screen—a sappy, predictable one with just enough cheesy lines to make them groan. The plot didn’t matter; it was the feeling that hung in the air. The closeness between them. The subtle touches, the way Jake’s fingers traced the outline of Bradley’s chest, the way Bradley’s lips brushed the top of Jake’s head every few minutes.

“Think we’ll ever get a romcom ending?” Jake asked, his voice low and teasing, but there was a soft undertone to it. The kind that made Bradley pause and think for a moment.

Bradley chuckled, shifting just enough to kiss the top of Jake’s head. “If we did, it’d probably involve some kind of epic disaster before the happy ending.”

“True,” Jake agreed, nuzzling into his shoulder, the slight rise and fall of Bradley’s chest calming him. “But hey, that’s the fun part. Watching it all unfold.”

“Mm,” Bradley hummed, his hand gently resting on Jake’s thigh, fingers stroking lightly. The TV played on in the background, but it was more of a soundtrack to the warmth between them than anything else.

There was no mention of you, no mention of the emptiness that had lingered since you left. They both felt it, but tonight wasn’t about that. It was about the now. About the comfort they found in each other, the steady rhythm of their hearts. Jake shifted slightly, turning his head up toward Bradley.

“You know,” Jake said softly, his lips curling into a teasing smile, “this is nice. Just us, no distractions.”

Bradley smiled back, his thumb running gently over Jake’s hand. “It is. But don’t get used to it. You know Nat’s been begging us to come by. She thinks we’re avoiding her.”

Jake snorted. “As if we could ever avoid Phoenix. We’ll go by next weekend, promise.” He leaned in, his lips brushing Bradley’s jaw in a quick, affectionate kiss.

Bradley’s arm tightened around him, pulling him a little closer. “Mm, I think I can make that wait.” He kissed Jake’s forehead, a soft, tender gesture that spoke volumes more than words could.

The quiet of the evening was broken by a knock on the door. It was unexpected—there were no plans, no guests. Just the soft flicker of the TV and the familiar warmth of being wrapped up in each other’s company.

Bradley and Jake exchanged a glance, a moment of confusion passing between them as the knock echoed again, more insistent this time. The fact that they weren’t expecting anyone made them hesitate for a beat longer than usual, and Bradley shifted slightly, looking down at Jake, who was already settling deeper into the couch.

“You want to get it?” Jake asked, his voice lazy with a teasing edge. He knew Bradley wasn’t keen on answering the door when there was no reason for it.

Bradley smirked, shifting his weight and standing. “You’re closer.” He leaned down to press a quick kiss to Jake’s forehead before turning toward the door. “Probably just some delivery.”

Jake huffed but didn’t protest, instead reaching for the remote as Bradley made his way to the door. A few more moments passed before the sound of the door creaking open reached Jake’s ears. He didn’t even bother to look up from the couch.

But then, he heard Bradley’s voice—sharp and filled with disbelief.

“J-jake… get over here.”

Jake’s heart rate spiked, and he immediately pushed off the couch, a flicker of concern flitting through him. It wasn’t like Bradley to sound so... unsettled.

He crossed the room quickly, his footsteps heavy and rushed. When he reached the door, Bradley was standing at the threshold, staring down at something in disbelief.

Jake followed his gaze, and his breath caught.

There, on the porch, was a baby carrier. A little bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket, with a small baby bag resting beside it. The carrier was securely fastened, the baby resting peacefully, her face tucked into the plush fabric.

Bradley bent down, his hands shaking slightly as he unbuckled the carrier and gently lifted the baby into his arms. She was small, her tiny face still squished with the softness of a newborn. Jake’s mind was racing, his heart in his throat as he glanced around, expecting—no, hoping—to see someone, anyone. But there was no one.

The front porch was empty.

Jake swallowed hard, staring at the tiny little girl in Bradley’s arms. His gaze flickered to the baby bag that was still on the ground. Without thinking, he bent down to pick it up. As he did, a small piece of paper slipped out from the bag and fluttered to the ground.

He scooped it up quickly, unfolding it. His eyes scanned the note, his breath hitching with each word.

"Congratulations, one of you is a father."

He blinked at the words, confusion and a sinking feeling in his chest. He glanced at Bradley, who was cradling the baby in his arms, his gaze softening as he looked down at her.

Jake didn’t even notice the birth certificate that had fallen out with the note until it caught his attention. His eyes widened as he read the name printed there in clear, official text.

Ella Bradshaw-Seresin.

[themorriganwitch]

Three are never too much

Summary: Bradley agrees to take part in Jakes Fantasy of being watched as he fucks his wife.

Words: 3k

Warnings: pure smut MDNI!! voyeurism, bit of daddy kink, spanking, oral (f! receiving), tiny bit of Hangster tension, masturbation (f! and m!), dirty talk,

A/N: comments and rebloggs are always deeply appreciated

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“Are you one hundred percent sure, that you want to do this?”, Jake asks you for the fifth time in the last 20 minutes. “I can still call him and cancel that whole thing, I never want to put you in a- “, you cut him off. 

“Baby we talked about this a million times. I am absolutely down, and I know that as soon as I feel uncomfortable, you would kick Bradley out before he could say “mustache”, you smile at your husband encouragingly. 

“Try to relax a little bit, remember you wanted to put on your best show for Rooster”. 

Jake scoffs.

“Honey we both know that I never have to put on a show”, he exaggerates the last word scathingly.

You roll your eyes amused but right before you could joke about how offended he was by a simple word, the doorbell rings.

“Take it easy, Jake. Just go on as we said, you open the door while I go upstairs and get ready. And then the three of us will meet in our bedroom and have some fun, okay?”, you ask reassuringly. 

He nods before he presses a short peck onto your lips and made his way to the door, while you went upstairs into the bathroom. 

You grab your new set of lingerie, a beautiful green one which left barely anything so someone’s imagination and put it on in front of your full-length mirror. After you admired yourself for a few seconds, you sit down on the edge of your bathtub, trying to control your breath a little. 

The whole thing has been Jakes idea: having someone over who watches the two of you while Jake rails you into the mattress. But after he brought it up you were fully into it and supported his wish. 

Knowing how easily possessive he could get over you, you let him decide who would be the lucky one to take part in his fantasy. You fully trusted him with this process and when he brought up Bradley Bradshaw, it barely took you more than 30 seconds to agree to his suggestion. 

Today the big day finally arrived and even though you could feel yourself getting a bit nervous, you were just as excited and turned on if not even more. 

As you could hear your husband and his best friend coming upstairs and into your bedroom, you took a last deep breath before you re-arrange your boobs shortly, so they looked even bigger and step outside the door, right where the two of them were waiting for you.

Just as you expected, you found Jake sitting on your shared King-size bed, while Bradley already took place in the brown leather armchair, you placed perfectly in front of your bed, which would give him the best view of your husband and you. 

“Hey Bradshaw”, you smile at him, trying not to be too awkward. 

“Hey, sweetheart”, he grimaces, failing his own attempt to not make the situation seem a bit uneasy. 

“So”, you say, finding a seat in Jakes lap, who automatically wraps his arms around your waist. “Did Jake already spoke with you about the rules? And do you have anything on your heart you want me to know before we start?” 

Bradley shakes his head. “I honestly have nothing to say and regarding the rules, yes, he told me all of them. I am not allowed to touch either of you, unless I’ve been ask too explicitly but I can touch myself. I am allowed to give him some suggestions on what to do with you and If I feel uncomfortable, I can go at any time.” You nod in agreement.

 For a hot minute you already forgot that you are wearing a thin piece of nothing, but as you feel Bradley’s hazel eyes heavy on your pushed up breasts, you were suddenly put back into realization on what you were about to do, feeling a tight knot of excitement building in your lower belly.

You turn your head back to your husband, who put your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, before he presses your head down to kiss you.

 It was as if he could feel your slight nervousness, so he gave his best to calm you down by building his kiss up slowly.

He lovingly nips on your lower lip before he soothes it with the tip of his tongue, one of his hands wandering from your waist to your ass check which he squeezes lightly. His tongue found its way between your plush lips, while the kiss grew hotter and more passionate. As he lets go of you, you could feel his now hard cock press against your barely clothed center on which you could already see a dark patch. 

Jake now heaves you up from his lap, positioning you right in front of Bradley’s chair, who had watched your short make up scene with dark eyes. Your husband sits down at the end of the bed, where he has a similar view of you as his best friend has.

 “Honey, don’t you want to show our guest what’s hiding under this beautiful set?”, the blonde smirks at you. 

You nod coyly, your hands finding their way to your bra cups. You slowly put one out after the other, kneading them in a steady rhythm before you hardly pinch your nipples, moaning softly just as you know your husband loves it. 

“Get rid off that whole thing. Now”, Bradley commands in a raspy voice, unzipping his pants while he spoke. Jakes gaze finds yours and as he nods in agreement your hands wander to the zipper between your breasts. 

As you pull yourself out of the lingerie your eyes never left Bradley’s. 

“Isn’t she the most stunning woman you ever saw, Bradshaw”, the blonde asks his friend who hums in agreement. 

“Honey, why don’t you get in the middle of the bed and show us how wet you already are?”

You did as you were told, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed, hips lightly lifted, and legs spread as wide as possible. Even though you could not see your own core, the dark gleam in Jakes and Bradley’s eyes told you that you must be glistening with your own slick. 

“So soaked already honey?”, your husband teases, while he pulls his throbbing cock out of his boxer briefs. 

“Haven’t really touched you yet and you are already a mess. I Think you should touch yourself before you get my cock. We don’t want Bradley thinking that you get anything without earning it before, don’t we?”

You nod eagerly, your fingers already gliding through your folds to collect your wetness and bring it right up to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles around it. 

Soft moans were leaving your lips as you continue your movements on your nub, as you heard Bradley’s deep voice again. 

“Pinch your nipples again, sweetheart. Want to hear you sweet sounds grow a little louder”.

As before, you obey immediately, pinching your hard nipples: “Fuck”, you moan bugging your hips against your own hand. It didn’t take much longer until you heard heavy breaths coming from the other side of the room, where Jake and Bradley slowly pump their selves in the same rhythm as you were circling your clit. 

“Fuck, Jake. I need more”, you whine. 

“Tstsktsktsk”, your husband made, as he left his place at the end of the bed to sit down on the same height where your head was. 

“Did you forget how to ask nicely, honey?” Before you could answer you felt a sudden harsh slap on your pussy which makes you moan out loudly.

“Fuck”, you said in the same moment as Bradley did. Jake shows you his signature smirk.

 “Try again, baby.” 

“Please, please, daddy. I need more. My fingers don’t feel as good as you do. Please I need something more”. 

“Good girl”, he praises as he lets his head down to kiss you again. “Bradshaw what do you think she should get? My fingers, my mouth, or my cock?” 

“Your mouth”, Bradley states immediately, breathing heavy and voice filled with lust as he spoke. “Want to see how much she can take”. 

It does not take Jake more than 10 seconds to obey his friend’s word, setting himself up between your legs. He lets his thick fingers glide through your folds, collecting your slick as you did a couple of minutes ago, before bringing the finger up to his lips, closing his eyes with relish as he tastes you. 

“Do you think we should give Bradley a little foretaste of what he is missing?”, the sparkle in his green eyes was devilish. You nod, knowing nothing but another plea would be able to leave your lips if you opened them. 

The blonde between your legs repeats his earlier action before he stood up, offering the brunette who was pumping his thick cock, his finger. 

 It was not the deep groan Bradley let out as soon as the tastes your wetness, but the look in both of their eyes as Jakes finger still stays in Bradley’s mouth after Rooster had already licked it clean, that makes more than clear to you that this was the first but not the last time Rooster would be a guest in your bedroom. 

Not that you really cared, you simply wanted to be fucked by your husband. 

In a desperate attempt to re-focus Jakes attention on his soaked and naked wife, you wiggle your hips and let out a squeal. “Daddy. Please”. 

“Shhh, Honey. Daddy is here”, your husband reassures you, finding his way back between your legs. “You are a bit impatient today. Let’s see if you are really able to take what you are begging for”. 

With these words his head dives down to your core, his lips immediately wrap around your clit, sucking harshly on it. “Fuck fuck fuck”, you scream, fingers interwinding with Jakes blonde locks and tugging on them. 

Jake eats pussy like a starving man. And you are his last meal.

Being together with Jake for a couple of years now, he had found his way to get you screaming and squirming beneath him within seconds.

He sucks, he nibs, he licks, he nabs at your clit, always changing the motions. He adds a little pressure before he fully takes it away, waiting to hear you beg again.

 Begging for his lips to suck you into heaven. 

“Fuck. Daddy. I can’t…”, you were not able to form a coherent sentence, your brain feels completely mushy as your husband did anything but reducing the intensity of his torture to your pussy. 

Jake groans into your core, as his tongue finds its way to your aching hole, your hips bucking up into his face as he starts to tongue-fuck you.          

“God. Daddy, yes. Please don’t stop. Please. Jake”, you brabble as you feel your climax crushing down on you. Your eyes fall shut, and your mouth was open wide in a silent scream, as your husband makes no attempt to let go of your cunt. Quite the opposite was the case, as his tongue found his way back to your overstimulated clit, sucking on it softly.

“Jake”, you whine, tucking on his hair, trying to make him let go of you.

“You begged for him, sweetheart. Now you should be able to take your husband”, Bradley, who you have forgotten about for a hot second, smirks at you, fisting his cock now in a faster pace. “I think she should take your fingers now”, he adds towards Jake, who obeys as soon as he hears the words.

Two of his thick fingers find their way to your neglected hole, which he curls up just right to make them meet the sweet spot in your tight walls. 

Your back aches up from the mattress at that feeling, screaming out his name. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you moan, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out your cunt filling the room. The air was sticky and hot, sweat pearls down your forehead as you felt your second climax approaching. “Cum for me, Honey”, Jake mumbles against your pussy, sucking your clit accordingly to his finger thrusts. 

The high pitch, porn like sounding moan which left you lips the moment you came again, still echoes in your ears as you pull your husband up to meet his lips in a feverish kiss.

Another, deeper moan, leaves your lips as you taste your own release on Jakes tongue. 

“Think you are able to take my cock now?”, Jake asks, his forehead pressed onto yours, his right-hand cups your heated cheek. 

You nod eagerly, desperate to feel your husband filling you up. Jake manhandles you onto your knees, ass in the air, face turned in the direction where Bradshaw was placed. 

Jake comes up behind you, gliding his cock through your folds, using your slick as lube before he puts his cock right where you need him the most. You whine as you can feel him on your entrance but not pushing into you. “I want you to look Bradley in the eyes while I fuck you. If you break eye contact with him, you will regret it. Understand?”, he asks. 

“Yes, daddy”, you answer turning your head high, eyes meeting Bradley hazel ones.

“Such a good girl for us, isn’t she, Bradley?”, Jake finally thrusts into you as he asks Bradley, who winks at you at the words.

“She is. A really good girl. Even though she looks like a slut when she lets you fuck her like a dog with bouncing tits while she sounds like a porn star fresh out of a movie”.

You moan out loudly as Jake finds that special spot, his rhythm neither really slow nor really fast but his thrusts were hard. 

“Yeah, she is such a good little slut. Always let her daddy use her like he wants. Tell Bradley what you are, Honey.” 

“Daddy’s pretty fuck toy”, you answer, eyes shutting close as you feel the tip of Jakes cock brushing your cervix. 

“But not a good fuck toy”, Bradley smirks. “Didn’t obey your daddy correctly when closing your eyes”. 

Your eyes fly wide open, cursing yourself as Jakes delicious movements stop immediately. 

“Oh sugar”, Jakes says with a mimicked sad voice. “I told you, you would be punished, if you don’t keep your eyes on Bradley all the time”. 

And without a single warning he slaps the flesh of your ass harshly, while his cock was still buried deep inside your cunt. “Keep your eyes on Bradley and count. If you lose track again, you won’t be cumming again tonight. Got it?”

“Yes daddy”, you whine, eyes meeting Bradley’s again, precum was now leaking from the tip of his cock. 

“One”, you count as he slaps you again at the exact same point as before.

“Two”.

“Three”.

“Four”.

At the fifth slap you were not able to hold back a deep moan as his hand meets your red and hot skin. 

“She really is a slut. Getting off by her punishment”, Bradley grins.

“Jealous, Rooster?”, the blonde behind you asks, as he meets your ass for the sixth and seventh slap.

“Just a tiny bit”, Bradley grumbles.

The last three slaps followed quickly before Jake presses a kiss to your sweaty shoulder and reminded you  of his rules again. 

He then starts to set a fast, hard pace. His cock brushing your cervix again and again.

“Such a good girl”, he praises you. “Took your punishment so well. Such a pretty slut for me and Bradley. Going to fill you up so nice with my cum, honey. Mark you up, so Rooster never forgets that he is allowed to look but never to touch you”.

Jake brabbles, his grips on your hips becoming stronger, the both of you knowing very well that there will be bruises the next day. 

“Look at him, Baby. How the poor guy fists his cock, looking at you but knowing that he will never be able to have you. Having to see your beautiful tits bounce but he will never be allowed to hear your soft moans when he sucks them gently, just like you love it. Fuck. 

You are just mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to care for. Mine to love. My wife”.

You moan in agreement, not able to form a sentence while you desperately try to let your gaze stay interlocked with the heavy breathing man in front of you. 

“Isn’t that what you want, Bradshaw? Fucking my wife? Feeling her hot walls clench around you dick? Feel her plush lips on your neck?” 

“Fuck yes”, Bradley moans, his hand movements become frantically.

“Fuck, Jake, s’close”, you moan. 

“I know, Baby. I feel you. M’close too. Bradshaw?”, he asks his friend, who then nods. 

“Want us to come together”, you say, begging Bradley with your eyes to agree to this. 

“Fuck, yes”, both of them said at the same time. 

Jake picks up his pace, Bradley’s hand movement follows so that he was fucking himself in the same rhythm as Jake was fucking you.

“3”, Jake starts to count down.

“2”, Bradley moans deeply, as he saw your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“1���, you scream out, as you reach your climax as the boys reach theirs. 

You saw white streaks of cum flooding out of Bradley’s cock as Jake feels you up with his, marking you as he promised too. Your body collapsed onto the sheets, your breath heavy, and a bit irregular. You close your eyes, as you feel Jake pulling out of you. 

“Honey are you with me?”, your husband asks, as he rubs soothing circles on your back before he picks you up into his lap, cuddling you close.

You nod, your throat feels dry from begging and moaning for the last hour. 

Bradley’s eyes meet yours, as he reaches out for the wipes Jake has placed on the desk next to him, to clean himself up.

“That was insane”, he states, voice sounding hoarse.

“Indeed”, Jake agrees, pressing a kiss onto your head.

“Who wants a repetition?” 

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The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

Summary: A last minute decision to layer lingerie under your suit for an end-of-the-work-week boost has unintended consequences that, honestly, none of you mind.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Seresin” Hangman x Female Reader [Hangster x Female Reader Polyamorous Relationship – Established]

Warnings: Smut, Filth, No Plot, Reader Has an Office Job, Bottom Rooster, Mature/Explicit Themes [threesome – m/m/f, face-sitting – f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, lube] – 18+ Only.

Credit: unknown

Word Count: 2383

A sigh fell from your lips as you missed the keyhole for the second time, lazily sliding the metal tip across the face of the deadbolt – a bad habit which drove Jake insane – but you were too tired, frustrated, and impatient to worry about that right now. The key slid home and you gratefully turned the lock, pushing the door open to your shared home, nearly tripping over a discarded pair of khaki pants.

Clearly you were not the only one suffering from impatience this evening. You tucked your shoes into the front hall closet, locking the front door behind you, before collecting the pants from the tiled entryway. Heading halfway up the stairs, you found the matching uniform shirt with the name tag ‘Bradshaw’ still neatly pinned above the right breast pocket. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you continued up the stairs and down the hall to the primary bedroom where they had left the door open. You leaned against the door frame, Rooster’s uniform cradled in your arms, your breath hitching in your throat as you were treated to the sight of Jake pinning Bradley’s hands above his head, pressing them into the mattress as he straddled his thighs. He leaned down to deliver a searing kiss against his lips, making the man beneath him arch his neck in delight.

The pair of them were always a sight to behold, both at the peak of physical perfection, with the confidence to match. Tonight, was no different; Bradley stripped bare and writhing beneath a still fully clothed Jake, the long light of the evening glowing against their tanned skin. And to your never-ending amazement they had folded you into their committed relationship. Jake’s purr of your name pulled you from the depth of your thoughts and you looked up quickly as Bradley sighed in relief.

“Thank fuck…”

“He’s been a wreck all day.” Jake clarified for you, brow furrowed in a display of mock sympathy as you dropped the discarded clothing in the hamper and stepped over to join him near the foot of the bed as he planted his feet on the hardwood there.

He snaked his arm around your waist as soon as you were within reach, leaning down to kiss you warmly in greeting as you raised up onto the balls of your feet to meet him eagerly. You pulled back and pouted down at Bradley’s heaving chest.

“Poor Rooster…” You teased, but there was a shade of guilt to your comment.

Afterall, it was your fault he was such a mess, cock standing heavy and proud against his abdomen, glistening with precum. You had needed a boost that morning, some motivation to put on your suit and go into the office one more day before the weekend could finally begin, and so you had fetched a set of lace lingerie from the top drawer in your dressing room across the hall. An ordinary bedroom originally, your boys had converted it into a space just for you and your things when you had finally agreed to move in with them.

You had just finished securing the clip of the left silk stocking to your garter strap when Bradley had wandered in, clad only in his boxes, toothbrush still dangling from his lips. You supposed he had been intending to ask a question, but the words had died in his mouth and a dollop of toothpaste froth had fallen onto his chest as he had stared openly. It had taken a concerted effort between yourself and Jake to get Rooster dressed, fed, and out the door on time that morning.

Once Bradley was waiting in the Bronco, however, Jake had taken a moment of his own to slide his hands beneath the skirt of your suit and skim his fingers across the lace hidden there.

“You will be the death of us.” He had parted from you with a firm squeeze to the fleshy globes of your ass before heading to the base with his very needy partner.

The lingerie had done its job, giving you the will to get dressed, the extra confidence at work, and something to look forward to once you got home.

“Sorry I’m so late, my boss called a last-minute meeting on this file.”

“Fuck that guy.” Rooster growled, raising up on his elbows to drink you in, eyes raking down your frame.

“Why would I waste my time doing that when I have you two waiting at home for me?” You licked your lips as you shrugged out of your suit jacket, tossing it in the general direction of the corner chair that tended to collect stray clothes – once again to Jake’s chagrin – before sliding onto the bed beside Bradley.

Cupping his cheek gently, you pressed your lips to his softly in greeting, gasping as he was interested in much more than simply welcoming you home, tongue licking at the seam of your lips and seeking yours heatedly as his hands pulled at your blouse.

Distantly, you heard Jake chuckle while your felt his fingers work at the zipper of your skirt, loosening the waistband so he could pull it over your hips and down your legs. Bradley was not making quite as much headway with your blouse, but his hands hand slipped beneath the fabric to cup your breasts through the lace of your lingerie. You moaned softly against his lips, fingers sliding into his hair eagerly.

The bed dipped behind you before Jake began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You craned your head to the side, eagerly offering the expanse of skin to him, sliding your leg back over his. You frowned against Bradley’s lips as the silk of your stocking met with the stiff khaki of his uniform pants rather than the defined muscle of his calf. Pecking Rooster’s lips softly, you carefully turned in his arms to face Jake, your hands reaching out to begin remove the offending fabric; no more than a barrier between your touch and his skin at this point.

As you worked at the buttons of his shirt, Jake took advantage of your new position to work your blouse off properly, finishing the work Bradley had started. Bradley, meanwhile, was inflicting delicious torment on the column of your throat while his hands delved between your thighs. He hummed in delight as he found the lace covering your folds damp with arousal, clearly pleased he was not the only one suffering.

Suddenly, unbuckling Jake’s belt seemed like an insurmountable task, your fingers clumsy as Bradley’s skillfully delved beneath the thin fabric, lazily tracing along your slit to collect your arousal before the pad of his index finger grazed your clit at last. You whimpered needily as your hips jerked forward, seeking more friction, while your hands yanked Jake’s belt open ruthlessly. He nipped your lip in response.

“Rooster’s got you now, hasn’t he, pretty girl.” He drawled against your jaw, and you nodded sharply.

“Fuck…” You whined as Bradley began circling your bundle of nerves, his cock pressing insistently at the cleft of your ass as he nipped and sucked along your shoulder.

The rasp of his mustache against your skin had you shivering and drew your nipples into stiff peaks against the lace covering your breasts. Jake licked his lips, pupils expanding to devour the green of his irises at the sight before him. Bowing his head to seal his lips over one tender point, he sucked a damp spot though the fabric. Your eyes rolled back in your head for a moment, all focus lost in a haze of pleasure.

The brief moment of clarity afforded to you when Jake turned his attentions to your other nipple was just enough to have you redoubling your efforts, opening his fly and sliding your hand into his pants. You began to palm his neglected cock through his boxer briefs as Bradley sank a finger into your wet heat, causing you to rock your hips back against his length eagerly. A chorus of moans filled the bedroom.

“Lift your leg for me pretty girl” Bradley murmured huskily against your ear, and you nodded, breaths falling thickly from your lips as you raised your top leg to tuck it behind his calves, providing him better access.

A second finger promptly joined the first, your head hanging forward until Jake slid up obligingly to kiss you deeply. You keened eagerly at the taste of him as his tongue invaded your mouth, spurring your hand into action past the waistband of his underwear to wrap around his length, fist stroking along him in time with the thrust of Rooster’s fingers.

Jake was still far too clothed but laying on his side and with you under Rooster’s onslaught, there was no way you were getting his undershirt over his head, so you settled for sliding your free hand along his skin beneath the white fabric, reveling in the twitch of his muscles in response to your touch.

“Fuck I wanna taste you, pretty girl…” Rooster whined, teeth running along the shell of your ear. “Can you sit on my face?”

Pulling your lips back from Jake’s you looked into his green eyes. “What does Jake want?”

“I just need to be inside somebody…” He swallowed visibly, voice rough and Texas drawl thickened by arousal.

“Does Rooster deserve a treat for his suffering?”

There was a ragged moan behind you in response that had both you and Jake grinning.

“Rooster in the middle it is.” You murmured, the three of you carefully disentangled your bodies to leave Bradley in place on the bed while you fully stripped Jake.

After draping his clothing over the chair, you started to remove at least some of your lingerie, but Jake quickly set his hands over yours.

“You look far too pretty to take that off, I’m sure Rooster can slide whatever he needs to out of the way?”

You looked over to Bradley who nodded emphatically, making your skin heat up.

“Far too pretty.” He concurred.

“Pretty as a picture.” Jake affirmed and took your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, delivering a knee-weakening kiss before guiding you up onto the bed to straddle Rooster’s face.

While the feel of Bradley’s mustache against your clit was transcendent, you chose to face the foot of the bed this evening, drinking in the sight of Jake as he came to stand between Rooster’s thighs with the bottle of lube. You wobbled slightly as Bradley pulled the fabric aside, licking a broad stripe along your folds with his warm tongue, having nothing to brace yourself against. He paused to ask if you were all right and you quickly affirmed you were, clenching your thighs to better prepare as he resumed his attentions.

Whimpers and praises fell from your lips as his lips sought your clit, lapped at your slick, circled your entrance. As Jake began to work Bradley open, he moaned raggedly beneath you, making you slump forward to plant your hands against his chest and grind against his chin slightly. Eyes locked on yours, Jake gradually added two, and then three fingers to Bradley’s silky warmth, stretching and readying him to take his cock, while he indulgently stroked his own length with his free hand.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” Jake grinned lopsidedly.

“Uhn…you know I do…Hungman…” You bit you lip as his nostrils flared, his grip tightening on his cock briefly before he pulled his fingers from Rooster. There was a whine against your clit at the loss.

Adding a generous coating of lube to his cock, Jake shifted forward to sink slowly into Bradley’s warmth, making his head fall back from your cunt with a ragged moan. You watched avidly as Jake’s eyelids fluttered shut, his chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths. He slowly pulled his hips back only to rock forward once more, both men groaning hungrily at the sensation.

Bradley seemed too far gone, his task all but forgotten with each thrust of Jake’s hips, the only sensation between your thighs was pants and whimpers as he clung to your hips.

“Pretty girl come here…” Jake slowed his hips and beckoned you closer.

Mindful of Bradley’s limbs, you crawled down his body into Jake’s arms. He ushered you to turn your back to his chest, pulling your lingerie aside and guided Rooster’s cock into your entrance. Your head fell back against Jake’s shoulder as you cursed thickly at the stretch of his length inside you as you sank down onto generous length. Likewise, Bradley groaned your name and dug his fingers into your thighs, grinding up against you as best he could while impaled on Jake’s cock.

“Heaven…” He ground out.

“Uh huh….” You agreed, turning your head to brush your lips against Jake’s in gratitude before stretching forward along Bradley’s chest to allow Jake to resume his thrusts.

Each snap of Jake’s hips against Rooster’s had you rocking forward against his pelvis, grinding your clit against his neatly kempt body hair. Jake gripped your left shoulder in one hand and Bradley’s right bicep with the other, driving the three of you closer and closer the climax with each thrust as a sheen of sweat coated your intermingled bodies in the fading light of the evening.

“Fuck, Jake…”

“Bradley, you’re so tight…”

“Oh christ, yes…”

“Please…don’t stop…”

“Pretty girl I’m gonna fill that pretty cunt…”

Bradley’s warning had you clenching around him involuntary, sending him spiraling into orgasm with a harsh shout of your name as he filled you with hot ropes of cum, his cheeks flushed pink with pleasure, eyes clenched shut.

You shuddered at the sight and feel of his climax, arching your back with an anguished moan of your own as he pulled you under, your muscles spasming around him tightly. Jake huffed behind you, increasing the pace of his thrusts before he swore rather creatively, hips undulating as he wrung every drop of release from his body.

Once everyone was cleaned up and nestled into bed, Rooster still in pride of place in the middle grinning up at the ceiling in a haze of satiated exhaustion, Jake lifted his head to meet your eyes over Bradley’s sun-kissed, chestnut curls.

“Lingerie every Friday?”

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Angel By the Wing - Twenty Eight

chapter warnings: pregnancy, alcohol (it's a bar so)

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Despite the fact that this had never been your plan, that you were pregnant and couldn’t even drink, and you were bone tired, the Hard Deck seemed to be your happy place. The dark wood stained with rings from years of cold beer bottles enveloped you the moment you walked in. The walls were lined with memorabilia and photos of patrons, both civilians and servicemembers. Penny bought this place from a couple who opened it back in the 80s. The classic old bar feel was attributed to the fact that it truly was a classic old bar. The jukebox had been replaced so it could still play, but the music was usually rock from the past few decades.

There was something about this place that made you feel alive. You loved it here.

“How are you feeling?” Chelsea asked once you slid behind the bar to help her with the day’s prep.

“I am fine. Baby is fine. The boys literally pouted this morning when they realized they weren’t going to be able to come with me to the doctor,” you recounted. The bar had just opened at four and only a few customers were here. They were the typical crowd who wanted the bar experience but didn’t want to be here when it was a raucous mess.

A few orders for burgers and some appetizers were being worked on in the kitchen, so that left you to help Chelsea fix up the bar and take inventory of what bottles you had for the night.

“Oh, how far along are you?” A soft voice interrupted your counting. You looked up to find a woman seated at the bar. She was older, around Penny’s age, with a soft, plump face and bright green eyes. You offered her a polite smile, figuring she had just stopped off the plane considering she had a suitcase leaning up against her.

“Almost ten weeks.”

Her nose wrinkled up and she let out a hiss between her teeth. “First trimester is the worst, in my opinion. The nausea is always brutal.”

“Oh, my morning sickness hasn’t been too bad. It’s the fatigue that gets me.”

She nodded. “It’s as if the more you sleep, the more tired you are.”

“So it’s not just me? Thank god, it feels like I’m being drained of all energy.”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, it’s common. So this is your first?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Your smile softened at the thought of the ultrasound photo pinned to the fridge in your apartment. You don’t know when it shifted from “Jake’s place” to your place. From Bradley’s inability to put his shoes away to Jake’s propensity to strip off his sweaty workout clothes the second he walked in the front door to your collection of random pens ending up strewn across any and all surfaces in the house. The townhome with its two bedrooms, one for the three of you packed in tightly in the king sized bed and one that was a guest room for now but the soft whispers in the morning about what color should you paint the walls for the nursery was changing things.

“You must be very excited,” she continued.

“And nervous. Can I get you anything to drink? Eat?”

“A Long Island ice tea would be fantastic.”

Quick and simple. You placed the drink in front of her on top of a napkin and smiled. “What brings you to San Diego?”

She took a sip from her drink and waved her hand in the air. “Oh, you don’t need to listen to my life story. I’m sure you have to do this all night.”

Maybe so, but she was a lot nicer and more sober than your usual customers who slurred through sobbing tales about cheating exes and shitty bosses. You shrugged and grabbed a clean rag to work on wiping down the counter.

“If I didn’t want to hear about people’s lives, I would become an accountant or something.” Your smile grew. “So if you don’t tell me, I’m just going to have to come up with ideas. You’re a billionaire boss lady in town for a huge investment meeting. You’re a CIA agent who is trying to get information out of me, but I gotta warn you that I don’t know anything of importance. Or maybe you’re a travel blogger on the hunt for the best beaches in the world.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, no. Nothing like that. I’m just here to visit family.”

“And your first stop was a bar? Jeez, is your family that bad?”

Her smile fell slightly and you paused in your cleaning. “No. My son is amazing. Both of my kids are the absolute fucking light of my life. But I don’t know if this will be a happy trip.”

“Why’s that?”

She considered you for a moment, her head tilting to the side in a way that reminded you of Jake in the morning when he woke up too early and couldn’t process any words you said. Her lips curved up into a soft smile and she sighed.

“I’m not drunk enough yet for that conversation. Tell me about you. How are you feeling about becoming a mom?”

The words spilled out of you before you could stop them. You were a mixture of fear and elation, but you were starting to truly believe in this little family you had created. Two men saw the flaws in you and pushed past them. Penny and Sarah were the mothers you had craved your whole life. Natasha, Sofia, and Amelia were your sisters that you always dreamed of having.

Your cheeks ached from the smile that clung to your lips and you brightened as the door opened. Waving in greeting, Natasha and Sofia made their entrance and then went to claim their usual table. Their presence meant that the rest of the Dagger Squad would be on their way. Thanks to Sofia working as a medical receptionist on base, the couple carpooled to work and back.

“Give me one sec,” you told your faithful listener and turned to grab a beer for Natasha and a mojito for Sofia. You were finishing off the garnish on the mojito when two arms wrapped around your middle. Lips peppered your cheeks and the rough, scratchy beard immediately clued you into who it was.

“Hey, you two are not supposed to be behind the bar!” you chided. Bradley ignored your protests and instead buried his face against your neck. You sighed and shuffled yourself around so you could see the infamous Jake Seresin smirk.

“What is wrong with him?” you deadpanned.

“Sorry for missing you, darlin’. How’s you and baby doing?” The stitches on your arm stung when you pulled your arm to the side, but everything else was perfectly fine. When you told them as such, the relief on their faces was instant.

“C’mere, Tex,” you hummed. He settled his hands on your waist and bent his head down to lay a kiss on Bradley’s curls and then to your lips. You stopped him before he could deepen the kiss and shook your head with a laugh.

“Grab some beers, take these over to the others, and shoo. Go. Let me do my job.”

“Can you blame us for wanting to be with our girls all the time?” Bradley teased but he untangled himself from you. You rolled your eyes but the smile never left your face.

Until Jake turned around and met the eyes of the woman you spent the better part of an hour chatting with. He stilled and nearly dropped the beer he was holding if you hadn’t reached out and grabbed it.

“Mom?” Jake blurted out.

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I’m Just Now Feelin’ Feisty

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x f!reader x Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Masterlist

18+ only

Warnings: Explicit. 18+ only. Female reader. MMF threesome. Daddy kink. Sir kink. Rimming. Anal fingering. Spanking. Punishment. Gagging. D/s themes. Actual Switch!Rooster. Dom!Jake. Bratty sub!reader. Color system. Fingering. Unprotected and protected sex (p in v, anal). Oral(male receiving). Throat fucking. Cum eating. Pegging mentioned. Masterbation. PWP but just barely.

AN: Am I that comfortable writing smut yet? Nope! Did I let that stop me from jumping head first into writing a threesome? Nope! Do I feel awesome about this fic? Nope but here it is.

Bradley shivers feeling the flat of Jake’s wet tongue against his entrance, Jake’s hands pulling his cheeks apart to get in as deep as he could. Bradley lets his eyes droop closed as his head falls forward in between his hands. His back arches out of instinct and he buries his face in the sheets.

Bradley bites his bottom lip to try to suppress his wanton moan but gasps when a firm hand comes crashing against his left ass cheek and he hears a stern, “No.” Bradley can feel the spit running down onto his heavy balls before dripping onto the sheets below. He can feel every drop fall. He shifts his hips to encourage more but all he gets is a chuckle against his skin and a pinch to a cheek. If Bradley’s head was clearer he would have some sort of smart response for Jake but right now he can’t even put a coherent sentence together.

You moan watching the scene play out in front of you which causes a sharp glare from the beautiful green eyes from behind Bradley. You pout and cross your arms over your chest. If they didn’t want that sort of a response from you then why make you watch?

“Puppy,” Jake’s deep voice says, taking a short break from his task at hand, “Can you please do me a favor?”

“Anything, daddy,” Bradley practically sighs out against the sheets. The answer probably more instinct at this point just to say something in acknowledgement of anything Jake says just to keep Jake doing whatever Bradley wants.

“Remind princess why she’s in trouble for me, please,” the deep voice says before returning to licking Bradley, who gasps and wiggles as he lifts his head to meet your gaze. His unfocused brown eyes meet yours and you can see how glassy they are. It’s a wonder he could even find your eyes at all.

“Umm princess�� You… uh…. Shit. Daddy, just like that,” a hand comes crashing down on Bradley again and he yelps. “Princess, you were bad.” He sighs after getting the sentence out, knowing he did what he was asked to like a good boy. If you knew whether Jake could see you or not you’d probably make a face or something.

It’s not like you didn’t know you were bad. You knew exactly what you did. Usually you don’t regret being bad. Usually your punishments were fun. This? This was different. This wasn’t fun at all.

You can hear a chuckle from behind Bradley, “How was she bad, puppy? Princess needs to know exactly what she did.”

You watch as Bradley pushes his hips back towards Jake, clearly missing the stimulation from Jake’s mouth. You can see your daddy grab the lube and the condom from beside his leg. You want to roll your eyes and call Bradley a whore but that’ll just get you into more trouble and Mr. Good Boy over there will just continue to preen under daddy’s attention. Honestly? Rude.

You hear Bradley whine as Jake slips a finger inside Bradley and you have to bite your tongue to stop the sass you so badly want to slip out. You know better. Maybe if you’re good and Bradley continues whining and wiggling you can switch places and he’ll be bad for once in his life.

Another smack has Bradley talking as fast as he can, “Princess,youwereflirtingwiththatguyandthatsnotokay.” He sighs immediately after as you watch Jake’s hand start to move then slip another finger inside Bradley. You see Bradley immediately grip the sheets and once again drop his face against the sheets.

You smirk. You didn’t need to be told what you did but watching Bradley get all worked up was amusing.

It’s really not your fault. You were bored. And they were late.

They had told you to meet them at the Hard Deck at 6:00. So you were there at 5:55. You waited. And you waited. You can only scroll through your phone so many times. They never told you they’d be late. No text. No call. Nothing.

It was 6:30 when a man approached you and asked if he could buy you a drink. Who were you to say no? If anything you were being fiscally responsible! Saving money! It was only one drink. And then you couldn’t just ignore the poor man who bought you a drink. Just tell him to fuck off after buying you a drink? That’s just mean. So you flirted a bit. Nothing too crazy. A smile. A giggle. It’s not like you were going to do anything. You would never. Plus, why would you do something like that when you knew your boyfriends could show up at any time? Which they did. Then saw you chatting with an attractive man. The minute your eyes met their’s you knew you were in for it. Jake remained cool and composed, as always. Even came up and introduced himself to the man, thanking the man for keeping their girl company.

Bradley, however, was upset. Always ruled by his emotions. He was always just a bit anxious over you and Jake. Careful. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for either of you to leave him like everyone else in his life. It’s been something the three of you have been working on, making sure he knows neither of you would ever leave him and that you both love him. Bradley immediately walked over and wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you tightly against him then turned your face to kiss you deeply, possessively.

Jake chuckled as he watched you two. He dismissed the man with a wave of his hand and got you each a drink from Penny. When you pulled away from Bradley, Jake immediately handed it to you letting you know you were going to need it for the night he had planned. You tried to nuzzle into Bradley’s neck but you were stopped with a firm, “No,” from the mustached aviator which caused you to sigh. Sometimes if you could calm Bradley down then Jake wouldn’t be as angry with you. This was not the case this time.

The three of you didn’t stay too long just long enough to have a couple more drinks while Jake and Bradley played a couple games of pool and you sat and watched them. Anyone who even thought of approaching the three of you were immediately glared at by Bradley. Even Phoenix backed away.

Jake ended up driving your car home while you rode with Bradley which was less than fun. He was silent the entire ride no matter how many times you tried to start a conversation. He didn’t even let you hold his hand.

Jake was already at the door when you two arrived and when you got to the door, with a kiss on the head each, you were both ordered into the bedroom. Where Jake stopped being Jake and turned into daddy and Bradley stopped being Bradley and turned into puppy or on special occasions- sir. And you? You’re princess.

When Jake came into the bedroom he had you go sit cross legged at the headboard then wait and told Bradley to take his clothes off then get on his hands and knees in front of you. Jake then took his clothes off, grabbed the lube, and took his place behind Bradley. That all led you to now. Bradley having the time of his life and you having to watch.

You watch as Jake leans up and kneels on the bed as he guides himself into Bradley. He makes sure to make direct eye contact with you while he slides in. A challenge to see who would look away first. It wasn’t you. Points for Princess. Once Jake had slid all the way in he couldn’t help but close his eyes to relish in the feeling while both he and Bradley moan. Maybe less points for Princess since you still sat there in your clothes while your boyfriends have sex directly in front of you. Heathens. The both of them.

As Jake starts to thrust inside of Bradley, you decide to keep your eyes on Bradley or rather watch anywhere on him that has nothing to do with what’s going on. Maybe that will help the ache in between your legs. You’re already annoyed with your body’s reaction to the scene in front of you. With every moan that falls out of Bradley’s mouth you can feel yourself clench out of habit. You’re annoyingly wet and to be honest just downright uncomfortable.

Anything would have been better than this. Overstimulation. Spankings. Denial. Anything.

And still they haven’t even said why they were late! They still had a hand in this whether they wanted to admit it or not.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by a stern, “Princess.” And you flick your eyes over to Jake’s face. He doesn’t even stop fucking Bradley to talk to you.

You make sure to smile your sweetest smile at him, “Yes, daddy?”

“Color?”

You sigh, “Green.”

“Good. Thank you. Why don’t you give puppy two of your fingers to suck on?” Jake shoots you a grin after he asks and gives Bradley a particularly hard thrust causing him to cry out.

Bastard trying to show off. “Are you sure, daddy? I know how much you like hearing puppy’s noises.”

“I’m sure, princess.”

You sigh then scoot closer to Bradley, who lifts his head and immediately opens his mouth for your fingers. You hold back from rolling your eyes to stick two fingers in his mouth, hoping that maybe listening will get you something.

Jake groans watching the two of you, “Look at my babies being so sweet for me. Such a good girl for listening, princess. And,” he slaps Bradley’s ass, “Such a good boy for taking me so well.”

You can feel Bradley’s groan against your fingers. You push them in farther to lightly gag Bradley and you hear Jake’s breath hitch so you do it a few more times and you get a groan out of Jake each time. You figure Bradley must be clenching down each time. This could work in your favor.

You look up towards Jake and his eyes are already on you, watching your every move.

“Princess?” Jake says as he runs a hand along Bradley’s spine.

“Yes, daddy?” You say sweetly and gag Bradley again.

Jake’s eyes shut and his hips stutter but he quickly regains his self control, “Can you tell me what you did wrong tonight?”

You look down and nod, “Yes, daddy.”

“What did you do?”

You worry your bottom lip before saying “I let a man buy me a drink and then I flirted with him a little bit but that’s all it was! Promise!”

Jake nods and slows down only grinding against Bradley who whines, “I know, princess. You would never do anything more than that. You love us too much. Plus, puppy would probably tear the person to pieces.”

Bradley nods the best he can and Jake laughs and smacks Bradley’s ass again and goes back to thrusting, “See? I’m right.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re always right.” You start to thrust your fingers in Bradley’s mouth in time with Jake. Bradley’s moans are getting louder and louder. You all know he’s close to losing it.

Jake winks at you and leans his body overtop of Bradley’s, placing one arm to hold himself up near Bradley’s back and slides the other down Bradley’s hip and around to his front to grab his dice, “Aww puppy you gettin’ close, darlin’? You wanna cum?”

Bradley nods and you pull your fingers from his mouth. Bradley immediately starts to whine and Jake chuckles.

“Princess, you’ve been so good for daddy. Why don’t you climb off the bed and take your clothes off?”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately scramble off the bed and make quick work of taking all your clothes off. While you do that you glance over at your boyfriends and see them talking quietly together while Jake continues to fuck Bradley. God, they’re beautiful together. You watch as Jake’s entire body goes rigid and his eyes roll back in his head.

Jake’s catching his breath as you climb back on the bed and lay on your side watching them, he smiles at you, “Good girl, princess.”

Jake kisses Bradley’s back and whispers to him before pulling out. You can hear the hitch in Bradley’s breathing. Jake stands up and heads to the bathroom before coming back out with a washcloth and cleans Bradley up, then heads back into the bathroom when he’s done.

Bradley stands up and stretches a little before grabbing Jake, who was coming back into the room after cleaning himself up, and kissing him hard. They lean their foreheads against each other as Jake tells Bradley something which he nods at. They separate and Bradley walks out of the room while Jake lays down on his side next to you and kisses you gently a few times. He pulls away grinning when he hears Bradley return. Bradley tosses him a couple water bottles before finishing the one he was drinking from then puts it in the trash can.

Jake kisses you once more before sitting up with a grin, “Good luck, Princess.”

You look at Jake confused before you look over at Bradley who is staring intensely at you. It’s then you realize that Bradley’s still hard. You gulp.

“Puppy?” You say timidly.

“Try again,” Bradley says taking a few steps towards the bed.

“Sir….” You say softly, watching him.

Bradley nods and climbs onto the bed to push you down so your back is against the mattress then moves over top of you keeping his chest off of you so just your legs are intertwined, “Good job, princess.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly which makes Bradley grin.

“What you don’t want to talk now? You wouldn’t shut up in the car,” Bradley says leaning down to kiss you softly, so soft you barely feel it.

You whine.

“Color, princess?” Bradley asks softly in your ear.

“Green,” you say closing your eyes as you feel him nuzzle into your neck. He starts to place soft kisses down it until he reaches your collarbone and bites down on it.

“Ow!” You gasp out as he releases you then chuckles.

“Gotta cover you in my marks, baby,” Bradley says then laves over the bite with his tongue and kisses back up your neck to suck a mark into the side of it.

You roll your eyes, “Possessive.”

Jake laughs from beside you, “Who him? Possessive? The man who covered me in hickies, bruises and bite marks before sending me off on my last deployment? Couldn’t be him.”

Bradley, not stopping his task at hand, reaches an arm out and lightly smacks Jake’s chest while Jake just laughs at him. You hear a muttered, “Asshole” against your skin and you bite your lip to keep in a giggle.

“He’s a puppy. Has to mark his territory,” Jake says with a grin and ruffles Bradley’s hair.

Bradley leans over and bites Jake’s arm and Jake immediately grabs and tightens his hand in Bradley’s hair and turns Bradley’s head to look him in the eye, “Don’t be a brat, puppy. I can easily turn this around and I don’t think it would be hard to convince princess to help me. Play nice.”

Bradley whimpers, “Yes daddy.”

Jake smiles and let’s go of his hair, “Good boy.”

Bradley leans over and purses his lips and Jake rolls his eyes before leaning down to kiss Bradley before Bradley returns his focus to you.

You smile as his eyes meet yours, “You can cover me as much as you need.”

Bradley sighs a little and nods and leans down to bite and suck at your collarbone.

“Mine,” you hear him mutter against your skin and you nod.

“Yours. All yours. Yours and daddy’s,” you say and run a hand through Bradley’s hair scratching along his scalp causing him to groan. Just like any other puppy, Bradley loved to be petted.

Bradley gives you a particularly sharp bite while his hands find your hips and his fingers dig into you.

He lifts his head to look at you, “You didn’t act like ours earlier. You know better.”

You whimper and nod, “I’m sorry. You were late though.”

Jake uses a hand on your chin to turn you to look up at him, “While we are sorry we were late and that we didn’t tell you, it doesn’t excuse your behavior. You do not talk to strange men. You do not accept drinks from them. We pay for your drinks. You are ours to take care of.”

You nod, “I know. I’m sorry.”

Jake grins, “It’s okay, baby. You’ll make it up to us. We have all night.”

You whine as you feel one of Bradley’s fingers circle your clit. You bite down on your bottom lip before you feel a hand on your cheek and the thumb gently pulls it out of your mouth, “No baby, sir needs to hear every noise you make. Okay? Be a good girl for him?” You nod and look up at Jake and then Bradley.

Bradley leans down and kisses you hard. Your teeth knock together but you don’t even notice as you feel him shift his hand lower to thrust two fingers inside of you. The moan you let out is muted against his lips and your eyes fall shut. It only takes Bradley a few tries before he’s brushing against the spot that makes your body rigid and he grinning against your lips as soon as he finds it. He chuckles at your gasp and leans up away from your mouth and you try to chase him but you feel a hand on your chest and you turn your eyes to Jake.

You watch Jake shift down on the bed, laying down on his side next to the two of you. Jake leans over and takes one of your nipples in his mouth and uses a thumb to rub the other one.

While you’re distracted, Bradley takes the opportunity to line up and thrust in causing him to moan and you to cry out. He moves his hand back to your clit and continues his previous circling while you get used to having him inside you.

When you give him a little nod and open your eyes again, Bradley starts to thrust into you at a slow pace moving so both hands are gripping your hips. He moans closing his eyes at the warm, tight, and wet sensation that surrounds him. His hips start to gain speed.

Jake groans watching Bradley glide in and out of you, Jake’s own dick once again stirring to life. He bites down on the nipple in his mouth before letting go and wrapping a hand around his length.

You huff watching Jake wrap his own hand around himself and you making a grabby motion towards him which causes him to chuckle, “You want something, princess?”

You nod and whine at him continuing to make grabby motions.

“Use your words.”

“Want it. Want your cock. Please, daddy,” you whine out while Bradley starts to thrust deeper and harder into you.

Jake sits up again and kneels next to your body bringing himself close enough for you to touch, “Is this how you want it?” You immediately wrap a hand around it and stroke it a few times before gently tugging at it and huff out a, “No.”

Jake shifts up towards the head of the bed and you awkwardly keep your hand on him, “How do you want it then?”

You pout, “In my mouth. Want it in my mouth.”

“Good girl, princess,” Jake says as he shuffles his body closer to you so you can at least take the head in at an awkward angle. You put your hand around the length of it that isn’t in your mouth and whine at him, pleading with your eyes.

“So needy,” Jake says as he looks towards Bradley and winks.

Bradley chuckles and pulls out then uses your ankles to pull you down the bed and turns you so your head is hanging off the end of the bed, making you yelp in surprise, then slips back inside you. Jake takes his place standing closely to the edge of the bed then guides his cock into your mouth with a groan as he feels your tongue slide along his length, “Gonna fuck your throat, princess.” Jake smiles feeling one tap against his leg, the system the three of you have in place if one of you can’t talk that follows your normal color system. One tap for green. Two for yellow. And three for red.

Jake watches you take him in your mouth then gives a few half thrusts into your mouth while you let your throat relax. He chuckles when he feels a large hand grope at his chest and shifts his eyes over to Bradley who grins at him and flicks his nipple causing him to groan. Jake puts a hand at the back of Bradley’s head and pulls Bradley towards him, crashing their lips together.

A muffled moan leaves your lips as you watch them kiss. You move one hand to cover Bradley’s on your hip and the other to grab the back of Jake’s thigh. They pull apart and both look down at you with their foreheads against each other, not that you can see with your head hanging off the bed.

“Yes, we love you too, princess,” Bradley says and squeezes your hip.

“So much,” Jake says above you.

You trail your hand down the back of Jake’s thigh then back up when you get to the inside of it. You can feel his whole body shiver. You continue to trail your hand until you get to his balls and trail your fingers lightly over them. Jake switches from his half thrusts to full and you squeeze at his balls while simultaneously clenching around Bradley and you hear both of them groan out a curse.

Bradley’s hips slow down and you can hear him take a deep breath. He changes angles and suddenly his dick is hitting the perfect spot inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist to try and keep him exactly where you need him and he continues hitting it while he rubs your clit. Jake pulls out of your mouth quickly and you watch him fist his cock until he’s painting your chest with him cum. Bradley groans seeing your tits covered in Jake’s cum and he’s doubling his efforts on your clit, pleading with you, “Please cum, princess. Please. Please. Please. I need it. Be a good girl.” He then leans down and licks a stripe of Jake’s cum off of you and Jake moans watching.

You nod along with Bradley’s words and feel your body go stiff while your back arches off the bed then you cum, squeezing around Bradley’s dick which triggers his orgasm and he thrusts his dick deep, spilling inside of you. He gives a couple more half hearted thrusts before just staying inside as he tries to catch his breath. Once he does, he pulls out and Jake is right there to help you up more on the bed, “Don’t sit up yet, baby. You’ll get dizzy. Just lay down and we’ll take care of you.” You nod then they kiss you in turn before Jake is heading to the bathroom to get a cloth to wipe you up and Bradley is grabbing one of the water bottles he threw at Jake earlier, then props you up a little against his chest to give you some small sips of water. You smile and give Bradley a small, “Thank you,” as that’s all you can manage at the moment, after having Jake fuck your throat. Bradley kisses your head and buries his face in your hair as he wraps his arms around you after putting the cap back on the water bottle.

You hear the sink turn on then off a few minutes later in the bathroom and then Jake is heading towards the two of you, “Had to wait for it to warm up. I don’t want you to freeze your tits off while I’m cleaning you up. They’re my favorite.” You giggle softly.

“Like I’d ever let you do that. Plus, she has her own personal heater,” Bradley says into your hair, still buried there.

Jake rolls his eyes, “You’re annoying, Bradshaw.” Fondness seeping into every word. He gently cleans you up before throwing the washcloth into the laundry bin and climbs back in bed with the two of you. He lays on his side facing you both. He pulls at Bradley’s arm before you hear a huff behind you and Bradley is shimmying the two of you down some then rolls you both onto your sides facing Jake still with his arms wrapped around you. Jake grins and throws an arm over your hip, “Hi baby.”

You go to answer but Bradley beats you to it, “Hey butthead.”

You shake your head while Jake sticks his tongue out at Bradley, who reaches over and flicks his shoulder.

“Hey now, be nice, boys,” you say.

“He started it.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

You awkwardly get a hand over each of their mouths and say, “Shhhhhhh.” Jake licks your hand while Bradley nips at it and you pull them both away, “Ew,” You say as you wipe your hand on Jake’s arm.

“Bet I can lick you somewhere that you wouldn’t ever say ew about,” Jake says cheekily as you snuggle into his chest.

“I’m sure I could do it better,” Bradley says against your hair.

“We could both do it better than that fuck you were talking to earlier,” Jake says with a laugh.

“I said I was sorry!” You huff.

“Doesn’t mean we won’t tease you about it endlessly,” Bradley says pulling you against him tighter.

“Yeah, yeah. Why were you late anyways?” You ask.

“Bradley wanted his dick sucked,” Jake says nonchalantly. “We lost track of time.”

“Bradley!”

“I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you!”

You turn over and glare at him, “Oh you better! I got in trouble because you wanted a blow job!”

Bradley shrugs, “I personally had a great time.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore,” you say and turn back over to Jake.

Bradley clings to you, “Noooooo! I love you!”

You ignore him, “Hi Jakey. How are you?”

Jake laughs, “I had a great time, too.”

“I’m now not speaking to either of you.”

Bradley nuzzles into your neck, “Tomorrow I’ll spend two hours between your legs.”

“That’s a start.”

“I’ll take you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” Jake offers.

“Getting better.”

“Full body massage?” Bradley throws out.

“Better.”

Jake kisses your forehead, “We’ll get you a strap and you can fuck Bradley.”

“Really?!” You say excitedly.

“I’m down,” Bradley says.

“And I’ll set you off like I did him,” Jake says and kisses your forehead and you grin.

“I’m so excited,” you say with a wiggle.

“Better get your rest then,” Jake says.

Bradley leans close to your ear, “We’ll work up to you fucking Jake, too.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” You and Bradley say at the same time and giggle.

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how did Rooster and Hangmen *ahem* meet their girl👀

Part of Our Girl

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Hangman Seresin

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only. Minors interacting will be blocked

Warnings: Safe sex; vaginal sex; fingering; implied oral sex

When the mustached one (Bradley, he said; Rooster, the other one called him) reassures you that his friend (Jake, he said; Hangman, the guy had called himself) is really harmless—and when the supposedly really harmless one maneuvers a toothpick in his mouth and flashes you a million mega-watt grin and agrees that he doesn’t bite (hard)—well, you’re not sure which one of them is lying.

But you’re more than happy to spend at least a night finding out.

--

You go to Jake’s room. Maybe you shouldn’t be so surprised that the guys have separate rooms, but you are. You can’t help but look around. The motel that they’re staying it isn’t exactly the nicest, but it doesn’t seem like the kind of place used for murder or kidney-harvesting. There's a desk in the corner, and it seems out of place for the layout. The bed is so big, it takes up more of the room than it ought to.

Truth be told, your belly is twisting with nerves. You’ve never done anything like this before—at least, not with two men. One, once in a while, sure. Frankly, you’re not sure what’s come over you, but there’s something so terribly magnetic about the two of them.

You expect some small talk, or standing on ceremony, but you're hardly a few steps inside before Jake's curling his hand around your nape, drawing you in. Bradley's still only halfway inside, hanging the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door and shutting it behind the three of you.

Jake kisses like a wildfire: all speed and ferocity, with a blinding heat. When he draws away, and when you have a moment to catch your breath, you peer up at him, taking in his wide grin. He seems to know how good he is—it’s almost unbearable.

You glance back as you feel Bradley’s hand smooth over your hip, drawing you back into his chest.

"You alright?" He murmurs.

"Mhm."

"You sure?"

You turn to face Bradley fully, searching his face. You reach up, gently removing the sunglasses that he's put back on and tossing them toward the desk in the corner of the room. You're only able to catch a glimpse of Bradley's widening smile before you kiss him.

Bradley's kisses are just as intense as Jake's, but terribly different. Jake kissed like he was trying to consume you; Bradley kisses like he's trying to know you, not overtake you. He kisses like he can drive into the very heart of you. You part your lips, slipping your tongue tenderly along his as his mustache tickles your skin. You're so wrapped up in his kisses that you hardly notice as Jake's hands slip up and under your shirt, rucking it up and up and up until you're forced to let Bradley go in favor of helping Jake remove the garment.

As soon as it's gone, Bradley's kisses drop from your lips. He and Jake seem determined to cover as much ground as they can on either side of your neck, advancing and retreating as the other changes direction. You're grateful to be propped up between them, certain that if they weren't pressed so close, your knees might buckle.

"Hey," You chuckle nervously as one of their hands snakes up to undo your bra, "I'm feeling a little exposed here."

Bradley hums sympathetically and draws away first. You watch as he reaches down, pulling his shirt up and over his head. You straighten as you feel Jake pull back as well, watching as his shirt is tugged up and off, thrown in the same direction as he threw yours. Your gaze darts between them, wandering their tanned, muscled skin, and the dog tags that each of them are wearing.

"Better?" Jake asks, chucking you under the chin. You nod, squeaking:

"Better."

--

The bed that had seemed so big when you'd come into the room feels incredibly crowded now. Your jaw is sore. Your body feels hot, and pliant. Your cunt is throbbing, slick, and feels so full as Jake draws back. Your mouth slips open, the chain of his his dog tags slipping from them as he pushes your thighs wide.

You've cum so many times that you've lost count, but a little bubble of bashfulness still wells up as he peers down at you, his tongue swiping along his lower lip. You hardly have a moment to recover before Bradley's arm is hooking around your middle and drawing you toward him. The sheets are scratchy along your back, and his arm is warm and solid around you. You spread your legs as he eases you onto your side, spearing into you in one fluid motion.

"Oh—god—" You loose a shuddering gasp as his hips begin to hammer against yours. Jake chuckles as he settles in beside you. He pushes his fingers past your slack lips, stroking along your tongue before forcing them deeper. His smile only widens as you gag, and he coos softly, pulling his fingers back to gently tease your nipples.

"Almost wish you could be this side, Rooster," he murmurs, fingers drifting lower and lower before they're dipping between your thighs, playing with your still-tender clit. "So fucking cute when her eyes cross."

Bradley groans as you do, and presses his face into your hickey-moddled neck.

"How's she feel?" Jake goads, swiping his fingers even faster.

"She feels damn good," Bradley murmurs just loud enough for him to hear over your whines and moans; over the slapping of Bradley's hips against yours. Jake nods, gently grasping your jaw and forcing your focus to him.

"Don't think we're letting you go anytime soon, sweetheart."

[uhohnotthisagain]

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

masterlist

beyond these four walls

contains: imagines

rooster

ddejavuvu

contains: just bradley :)

masterlist

hcu

contains: a lot of mav and ice but some rooster and hangman

masterlist

writing dumpster

contains: rooster, bob, fanboy

masterlist

roosterforme

contains: oml such good stuff, literally will read for hours on end x

masterlist

witchwyfe

contains: rooster and hangman

masterlist

gennyanydots

contains: bangers

masterlist

blurbs

sehnsuchts trunken

contains: bangers

masterlist

roosterbruiser

contains: bangers

masterlist

lostdreamerblog1

contains: imagines plus spn (haven’t read them tho)

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sometimesanalice

contains: bangers

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ultralightpoe

contains: just jake so far

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spideystevie

contains: jake and bradley

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topguncortez

contains: bangers

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callsignmeiga

contains: topgun 1986 and maverick

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callsignhoney

contains: once again, bangers

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notroosterbradshaw

contains: good shit

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birdybatwrites

contains: just a few hangmans

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sebsxphia

contains: bangers + filth

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bussyslayer333

contains: bangers + filth

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oh to be leah

contains: you guessed it, bangers

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andorskenobi

contains: bangers

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seresinhangmanjake

contains: currently just jake but bangers

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bradshawsbitch

contains: bops

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rhettabbotts

contains: bops

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waklman

contains: bops

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mothdruid

contains: bops

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lewmagoo

contains: bops

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jupitercomet

contains: bops

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tongue like a razor

contains: bops

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gretagerwigsmuse

contains: bops

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with a happy refrain

contains: bops

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the drone ranger

contains: bops

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fanboy garcia

contains: bops

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eternal sams

contains: bops

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sweet little gingy

contains: bops

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softspiderling

contains: bops

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stcverogers

contains: bops

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a reader and a writer

contains: bops

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katsu28

contains: bops

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say al0e

contains: bops

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waklman

contains: bops, i couldn’t find a masterlist so this is just the pinned post in their profile xx

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greymoonfeelings

contains: bops

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familyvideostevie

contains: bops

[bloodwrittenballad]

um so would anyone read a ghostface!bradley and ghostface!jake 3sum fic… just asking for science…

[amysteryspot]

Coming soon…

Sugarplum needs a roommate, Bradley and Jake are tired of the Bachelor Officer Quarters, Bob intervenes to bring them together and help his friends out… what could go wrong?

[roosterforme]

Forman request for Why Not Both? Why Not Again? part 3! She’s gotta be stationed in San Diego right?? And Bradley and Jake both agreed she’s theirs! 🥵🥵🥵

Part three is coming very soon! Thanks for requesting it, Rachel! Read all about it right here!

[alissa3000]

Just lost a really fucking good sereshaw x reader fic 😭 no one talk to me till I find it

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Headcanon requests open!

Unfortunately, college is getting intense, so it may take longer for me to do fics, but I'm opening requests for headcanons for top gun to help not be so rusty :)

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In Search Of Obliteration

Summary: After a frustrating day at work, a last minute trip to an unfamiliar liquor store has you leaving with a lot more than a bottle of tequila. Or How You Met Jake and Bradley. Prequel to The Waiting Is The Hardest Part.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Seresin” Hangman x Female Reader [Hangster x Female Reader Polyamorous Relationship - The Beginning]

Warnings: Smut, Filth, Tiny Plot, Reader Has an Office Job, Discussion of Alcohol Consumption, Mature/Explicit Themes [threesome – m/m/f, oral sex – m/f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, anal sex, vaginal sex, double penetration - f receiving, cum eating, nipple play, condoms, lube] – 18+ Only.

Word Count: 6032

Author's Note: Yet again something that was intended to be a one-shot has taken over my brain. Is anyone surprised? I doubt it.

The car jerked to an inelegant stop in the parking spot you’d swung into in a split-second decision, and you turned off the ignition, still gripping the wheel with your left hand. Your body was full of excess tension – anger, if you were being truly honest with yourself. Jeffrey Collier was a spoiled, useless, trust fund child whom you had spent too much of your own time helping…and he had gone and taken the promotion that was rightfully yours.

You let out a growl of frustration and leapt from the vehicle, yanking the blazer from your shoulders, leaving you in a simple but flattering, office appropriate dress. You tossed the piece of clothing recently freed from your body into your car as though it was personally responsible for every professional misstep you had ever made and grabbed only what was necessary to lock your car and make your purchase. Turning to head into the liquor store, the first you’d spotted on your drive home, you were surprised to see the once empty parking lot was now also occupied by a sleek, black pick-up truck.

Two tall men were making their way toward the building, the very definition of opposites. One dressed in jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, a riot of colour in comparison to the head-to-toe khaki of the other. One brunette, the other a sandy blonde. You could not see their faces, but you were quite confident they were attractive. And very much a couple – the touch the brunette lay on the blonde’s arm, the sweep of his hand along the brunette’s lower back in response, their proximity as they crossed the parking lot.

They seemed so happy, chatting away about some get-together they were hosting the next day, that you slowed your steps, not wanting to intrude with the cloud of melancholy and fury you were certain was swirling about you. The blonde, meanwhile, hastened his steps to grab a cart as the brunette reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. Your eyes, drawn by the motion, took a moment to appreciate the way the denim hugged the curve of his ass before the piece of paper fluttering to the ground caught your attention.

He continued walking into the store, oblivious, and you sprinted forward, planting your foot onto the slip just as a gust of wind swirled metropolitan debris across the asphalt. Bending down to secure it in your fingers, you called out a quick ‘hey!’, but not knowing his name, it was ineffectual at pulling his attention away from his phone screen. Closing the last bit of distance with long steps, you reached out a hand to tap his shoulder. The sound of your footfalls must have caught his attention, causing him to turn back towards you on the threshold of the store. Your palm landed on the warm, smooth skin of his bicep, firm muscle corded beneath, while your fingertips brushed against the worn cotton of his tropical shirt.

The unexpected contact had your feet skidding to an awkward halt, your wide eyes lifting to meet his equally wide, soft brown ones. The heat of his skin fairly scorched your palm, sending a shiver through you that left goosebumps on your exposed skin in its wake. You had been wrong. He was devastatingly attractive, sporting a mustache that had no right looking that good in this decade, and wearing cologne that was subtle, warm, spicy. It made you want to lean in, press your face to his neck, inhale deeply and investigate if that was cinnamon or all spice…

“Rooster what was the name was that IPA Payback likes again?” His partner asked from a few aisles over and you yanked your hand back as though burned, holding the paper up in front of your face.

“You dropped this.” You exhaled quickly and assembled your expression into something akin to a smile, though it certainly had to be an exhausted one. You turned to head towards the hard liquor as soon as he plucked the list from your fingers with a husky ‘thank you’ that nearly disintegrated your underwear.

Vodka maybe? Memories of too many vodka martinis came flooding back to you and you shook your head, moving down the aisle to consider rum next, unable to ignore the way their playful banter filled the otherwise empty store.

“Don’t forget the Longhorn now…”

“Yes, yes, we’ll get your hometown pisswater, Hangman.” Rooster rasped good humoredly.

Too much sugar in rum, and gin needed a mix…tequila was looking like your best bet. Coming to the back of the store, you eyed the wall of choices, admittedly overwhelmed. You pulled out your phone to do a quick search on reasonably priced yet good-tasting tequila when a throat cleared softly to your left.

“Looking for recommendations?” The blonde…Hangman, was it?...drawled with a brilliant grin as you snapped your head to look at him before looking down with a resurgence of guilt for gawking at his partner in the doorway. “I’d be happy to help, what are you looking for?”

You glanced at the hardware on his chest, suspicion that he was military confirmed by their presence. Your gaze lingered on his ‘Seresin’ name tag before shifting to the golden pair of wings pinned above the rows of multicoloured medals above his heart. Chewing on your lip roughly, you glanced down at your phone and then back up to the wall of bottles.

“Well, I’m looking to get just drunk enough to forget all my career aspirations and maybe my name, without crossing the line into alcohol poisoning…” You sighed in a rush of honesty and then tensed, turning to give him a chagrined smile. “More than you were asking for mmm? Think I’ll just go with the trusty second-cheapest.” You rambled and surged forward, wondering if the universe might be kind enough to have the shelving just collapse on you and end your suffering now.

Your eyes ricocheted across the prices until they located the right price point, perched on the top shelf. As you were reaching up to grab a bottle, you felt the warmth of his body move in behind you, his arm stretched out above you to easily grasp a bottle on your behalf. His cologne flooded your senses, once again the opposite of his partner’s – bold, fresh and citrusy, but inviting you all the same to take a deeper breath to savour the scent of him. Just like his partner though, he was also unfairly handsome, making your pulse race as he set the cool, glass bottle in your hands. His eyes were sparkling with mirth and intrigue as he looked you over, delivering an undeniably flirtatious wink before he turned to select a much higher quality brand for himself.

Standing there in stunned bewilderment, you watched as he wended his way through the aisles back to Rooster, setting the tequila in their cart. It was checked off the list with a touch of flair before they started towards the checkout. They were half unloaded by the time your faculties returned and you moved to stand patiently behind them, cradling your second-cheapest tequila against your body as you tried your best to look anywhere but at them. You had gotten into enough trouble already this evening.

The chorus of ‘thank yous’ and ‘have a good evenings’ had you lifting your eyes to see them loading the last few cases of beer back into their full cart. Two pairs of eyes, one brown the other green, met yours and you offered one last smile.

“Have fun with your event.” You nodded to them as they wished you a pleasant evening and made their way out to their truck.

Your transaction was quick by comparison, yet you were nonetheless surprised to find the pair of them still lingering in the parking lot, waiting closer to your vehicle than theirs, as you stepped out into the long light of the setting sun. You hesitated a moment as they shared a look, Rooster nodding to Hangman, before the latter stood taller as you reached your car.

“Rooster…I mean, Bradley…and I, Jake, were wondering if you might be interested in a suggestion for how you might spend your evening. Instead of alone, with that bottle of tequila.” He gestured to the brown paper bag tucked into your elbow and you raised your eyebrows, keys clenched between your fingers.

“A suggestion?” You tilted your head, wondering if you were about to get propositioned in a liquor store parking lot.

“A more entertaining way for you to forget your name, that won’t leave you feeling quite so sick…” Rooster…Bradley…whatever, chimed in.

“Come home with us.” Jake added, confirming your suspicions, making your eyes widen.

“But aren’t you a couple?” You blurted and then immediately regretted sounding like a midwestern prude. “Sorry I just…was not expecting this…” Your keys jangled as your fingers fiddled with them nervously.

Jake chuckled and nodded. “We are…doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy the company of pretty girls like yourself…” He stepped closer, letting his fingertips drift down your bicep, over your elbow.

You should have been offended, being called girl, especially after the day you’d had courtesy of the patriarchy, but there was something about the way it rolled off his pink lips that made your knees want to knock together. Or maybe that was due to the way his sage green eyes were burning into yours.

“Promise we’ll take your mind off whatever’s got you so riled up…” The gravelly voice of his partner, along with the brush of his facial hair against your ear, made you shudder and lick your lips involuntarily. When had he gotten so close…

Alcohol…sex with strangers…equally risky, right? Definitely not, but their closeness to you, the way their colognes both competed and complimented in your nostrils, was making it very difficult to be truly rational. And the promise to help you forget the day? That was too much to ignore.

“Condoms or I’m not coming.” Your lips twitched into a smirk, and you pressed them together in an act of self-discipline. “Not coming over.” You clarified as full smirks danced on their faces.

They shared another look before nodding.

“Agreed.” Jake spoke on their behalf. “We live in Imperial Beach, you ok to follow us?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. You were half-blinded by lust but wanted to have your own vehicle wherever you ended up, so you were going to have to focus. Utilizing tricks such as aggressive air conditioning and overly-loud music, you managed to cool some of the heat they had ignited in your flesh and shake yourself out of your stupor. Jake, who had climbed into the driver’s side, was also doing a good job of driving with the intention of being followed.

Within fifteen minutes you were pulling into the driveway of a tall, narrow home covered in white stucco. You pulled on your blazer and shoved your bottle of tequila into your work tote, taking a fortifying breath before climbing out of the car. Jake already had the front door open, and Bradley was filling his arms with beer cases. Having been trained since childhood to help wherever it was needed, you slung your tote over your shoulder and grabbed the last two yourself, following him inside.

The tiled entryway was tidy and welcoming, facing a set of open stairs to the second floor but also open to the entire main floor which overlooked Imperial Beach and the pier. Your jaw almost dropped before you reminded yourself not to gawk. They said they lived in Imperial Beach, but more accurately they lived on Imperial Beach.

“You helping, pretty girl?” Jake smirked and took the cases from you easily, filling your view with the way his biceps bunched under the load.

“Uh yeah, that should be the last of it.” You swallowed and, noticing they both had taken off their shoes, you did the same.

“Oh Hangman’s gonna give you an extra orgasm for that pretty girl.” Bradley chuckled, brushing passed you to go lock up the truck.

“The man is not wrong��” Jake grinned, leaning against the banister, eyes raking along your frame. “Such good manners, taking off your shoes, helping unload the car…”

“I uh…can’t help myself.” You shrugged sheepishly, tucking your shoes out of the way where they had put theirs. “Helped someone else right into the job I wanted…” You muttered bitterly, straightening to find the blonde man a lot closer than he had been before.

“And we’re going to help take your mind off of that, aren’t we Rooster?” He reached up for your tote bag and you gratefully shrugged it off your shoulder as you heard the door close and lock behind you.

“We most certainly are.” Bradley rumbled in reply as his hands reached around your body, coming to rest on the collar of your blazer, helping you shrug out of it before hanging it in the closet.

Feeling your pulse thrumming through your veins, you tensed as you suddenly realized you had yet to introduce yourself.

“Jake…” You lay a hand on his shoulder as he nodded before turning to looking at the brunette. “Bradley.” You smiled as he licked his lips and nodded in kind, laying your hand on his bicep again – where your hand had been yearning to return to. You gave them your name, looking back and forth between the two of them. “It’s nice to meet you.” You laughed a little at the absurdity of introducing yourself this late in the game, watching as they both stepped closer.

“You want to kiss her, don’t you Rooster…have since she first touched you…” Jake spoke with a hushed intensity that made you shiver despite the heat enveloping you from their combined proximity.

“Yes…” He breathed in reply, eyes dropping to your lips and your tongue darted out to wet them unconsciously.

“Go on then…” Jake encouraged, sliding his arm around your waist as he pressed up against your side. The hand that had been resting against his shoulder naturally slid up to cup the back of his neck, but your face turned up towards Bradley’s in silent invitation.

It was gentle at first, a brush of his soft lips against yours that had you leaning closer, yearning for more contact. His hands lifted to frame your face, lips pressing to yours more firmly as his tongue sought access into your mouth. Your fingers curled into Bradley’s bicep and the back of Jake’s neck simultaneously, your noises of delight swallowed by his ravenous mouth. The feeling of Jake’s lips trailing hot, wet kisses down the column of your throat had tour toes curling into the tile, drawing a ragged moan from deep in your chest at the surprise of it, the delight of basking in so much attention.

Bradley’s lips left yours to attack the opposite side of your throat but were quickly replaced by Jake’s drawing you in for a heated kiss. A hand which you were fairly certain belonged to Bradley was massaged its way up your thigh while another, which was likely Jake’s, was kneading your butt cheek. Altogether, the sensations they evoked where making it quite difficult to stand, and you clung to them desperately, trying not to melt onto the floor in their front hall.

“Mmm maybe we should get you upstairs before you fall apart on us mmm?” Jake mocked teasingly, making Rooster chuckle against the crook of your shoulder.

You trembled with a whimper of agreement, grateful as they carefully pulled back before Jake led you up the stairs by the hand and Bradley followed closely behind, hands on your hips to be sure you didn’t fall. You passed several rooms full of neatly made beds, wondering if they often hosted a lot of guests, before arriving in the primary suite with a king-sized bed and breath-taking ocean view. You felt Bradley’s fingers busy themselves with the fastenings on your dress and you reached forward for the buttons on Jake’s shirt as he turned to face you.

“Eager, aren’t you, pretty girl…” He grinned and seized your lips with his once more, making your task that much more difficult.

Somehow you managed to prevail, tugging his shirt free from his pants to undo the last few buttons before pushing it from his shoulders. You huffed in frustration as your fingers met the cotton of his undershirt and he chuckled against your lips.

“I’ll be sure you share your feedback on my uniform with the Navy.”

Feeling particularly feisty, you let your teeth graze his bottom lip in reply, shuddering at the growl that echoed in his throat. You shifted back and pulled his shirt up and off, squeaking as Bradley took advantage of the moment and did the same with your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. A hush fell over the pair of them as they drank you in and your throat spasmed as you gulped roughly under such intense scrutiny.

Needing something to focus on, you turned quickly to fight with the buttons on Bradley’s shirt, gnawing on your lip brutally as you worked the plastic circles through the fabric slits one-by-one.

“Pretty girl, you’re gorgeous…” Jake broke the silence at last, his warm breath caressing the back of your neck before he began to kiss and nip his way down your spine.

Your back arched in response while Bradley’s index finger slid beneath your chin to lift your eyes to meet his nearly black ones, pupils blown with lust.

“Hiding your gorgeous self beneath that dress is a crime…” He purred and pulled you in to nip at your jaw.

A second huff fell from your lips as you found another undershirt obscuring your target. “The real crime here is the undershirts you boys wear…” You countered and leaned back to pull Bradley’s up and off as well.

The clasp on your bra loosened suddenly, your breasts spilling free from the cups as Jake dragged the straps down your arms and let the garment fall to the ground. His busy hands slid down to cup the apex of your thighs while Bradley bent his head to suck at one nipple, thumbing and rolling the other. Your head fell back onto Jake’s shoulder as he began to trace your folds through your underwear, grinning against your ear at the growing dampness there.

“That feel good, pretty girl?”

“Ye…yes…” You panted, arching your back needily as Bradley switched his attentions to the other nipple.

Jake began to walk back towards the bed, pulling you and Rooster with him. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear, he peeled them off your hips before pushing them to the floor, helping you step free. You felt him sit on the edge of the bed behind you before sliding up to rest against the pillows, holding out his hands in invitation. You crawled forward onto the duvet but stopped at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his pants, working both off his hips as you saw Bradley shuck off his jeans before following you onto the bed.

Your lips met Jake’s eagerly, hips straddling his, but his hands gently guided you to lay with your back against his chest, spreading your thighs open to Bradley’s hungry gaze.

“Oh, pretty girl…” Rooster sighed hungrily, leaning up to kiss you appreciatively before pressing his lips to Jake’s firmly, trapping your body between theirs. A whimper bubbled up in your throat at the sight of the two immaculately sculpted men kissing passionately beside you, and you clung helplessly to Bradley’s sides, hips rocking against the two firm cocks you could feel pressing against the front and back of your body through their underwear. They grunted into their kiss in unison, hips grinding into yours in response, making you mewl wantonly.

Bradley’s mouth left Jake’s, leaving a trail of saliva down your torso before coming to settle between your thighs as Jake’s hands cupped your breasts. He licked a broad stripe along your folds, making you arch against Jake, who nipped your earlobe in turn.

“What’s he doing to your pretty pussy, pretty girl? Tell me…” He coaxed, licking at the shell of your ear, listening expectantly.

“He…ah….he’s spreading me open and…his tongue is…shit the mustache feels…” You struggled, making Jake chuckle as he tugged at your nipples, only adding to your mental haze. “Oh he’ssuckingonmyclit…” You gasped, hips undulating between Bradley’s mouth and Jake’s cock where it pressed against the cleft of your ass.

Jake hummed in encouragement, rutting against you as you described the first and then second finger that Bradley slipped into your warm heat. The fingers of your right hand were buried in Bradley’s sun-kissed chestnut curls while those of your left had sought the longer golden locks near the crown of Jake’s head. As Rooster curled his fingers forward into the spongey spot that drove the breath from your lungs, both men were rewarded with a sharp tug to their hair as an agonized moan ripped from your throat.

“Talk to me, pretty girl…” Jake drawled, voice thick with desire, cock throbbing against you.

“Oh fuck, he found my g-spot…” you whined, bucking sharply with a groan as Rooster stroked it again triumphantly.

“Well done, Rooster.” Jake grinned, tone glowing with pride in his partner who pursued your internal pleasure point ruthlessly until you were cumming around his fingers with a wail.

“Fuck, Jake, you gotta taste her…” Rooster groaned between licks of your cunt before crawling up the bed the offer Jake his glistening fingers.

You watched in the haze of your post-climax bliss as Jake’s tongue wrapped around Bradley’s fingers, pulling them into his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you.

“Wanna taste her on you, too…” He pulled back and slammed his lips against Bradley’s, tongue delving into his mouth to savour every last drop of you before he licked his face clean. The sight alone had you flooding with fresh desire, your thighs rubbing together unconsciously seeking friction as your breathing shallowed.

Mercifully, they took pity on you, carefully rearranging bodies and limbs to allow Jake to savour the taste of you from the source while you shuffled to hang your head off the edge of the bed.

“Bradley…I’d really like your cock in my throOAT!” The end of your sentence marred by Jake plunging his tongue into your cunt. “Please…” You whined, reaching for his boxers needily as you ground your clit against Jake’s nose, eyelids fluttering as he chuckled against you.

“Who am I to deny such a request pretty girl?” Rooster licked his lips, stroking your cheek as he came to stand on the floor in front of you, removing his boxers to reveal his weeping cock.

You swallowed thickly at the rush of saliva in your mouth and reached out to wrap one hand around his girth, the other gripping his hip and guiding him closer. You traced your tongue along the veins on the underside of his length before taking the tip of him into your mouth, moaning around him as Jake managed to find your g-spot as well. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you pulled his hips closer, relaxing your throat to take him as deep as possible, swallowing around him. His thick curse above you made you grin, even as your muscles spasmed and your eyes watered.

Laying both hands on his hips loosely, you let him set the pace, using your mouth and throat as he would. A wave of desire flooded your lower abdomen as Bradley began to thrust his cock, making Jake exclaim between your thighs.

“Pretty girl sure is enjoying herself, Rooster.” He chuckled and added a third finger to your well-prepped cunt, making you moan hungrily around Bradley’s length.

You felt your second orgasm approaching, the band in your abdomen tightening dangerously. You shoved Bradley’s hips back, causing him to withdraw his cock from your mouth before your eyes rolled back in your head as you arched with a soundless cry, clamping down tightly on Jake’s fingers.

“Holy shit…” Bradley murmured, supporting your head with one hand, gently wiping at the sheen of sweat gathering on your cheeks and forehead with the other. “How you doin’ there, pretty girl?”

“So…s’good…” You slurred, nodding as you trembled and jolted with aftershocks until you had to gently but firmly pushed Jake away from your cunt with a foot to his shoulder. “Too much…” You breathed.

You were fairly certainly they both chuckled at that before working together to lay you against the pillows, caressing you gently while taking turns kissing you and each other while your soul gradually returned to your body.

“You up for more? We’d very much like to give you more but we’d understand –”

“More.” You replied with clarity. “Haven’t even felt your cock yet, Jake…” You slid a hand into his boxers to wrap your fingers around him, licking your lips at the velvet wrapped steel you found there.

He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes falling shut as he inhaled shakily, hands coming to grip your hips tightly.

“How would you like us, pretty girl? You’ve got some options…” Bradley asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his mustache brushing against your skin and drawing your nipples into firm peaks.

Your fist worked along Jake’s length at a languid pace as you considered all your options before landing on the greediest…and truly, if you were going to have the chance, you might as well seize it. Carpe double penetration…

“I’ll take both of you at the same time, please…Don’t care who’s in my cunt and who’s in my ass…I just want both of you…” There was a clash of teeth and tongues as first Jake and then Bradley kissed you fiercely before Jake slid from your grasp to divest himself of his boxers and fetch a roll of condoms and a bottle of lube from the bedside table.

“On her side, maybe?” Rooster asked and Jake nodded.

“Neither of us will crush her that way.” He smirked a little and worked the packets open as Rooster rolled you to face him, kissing you deeply.

You felt the bed dip and Jake’s hands reach between your bodies to carefully roll a condom onto Bradley’s length before applying a generous drizzle of lube. Bradley hooked his hand behind your top knee and pulled it over his hip, lining the tip of his cock with your entrance before he slowly began to press forward, eyes drinking in your face hungrily. You cupped his cheek, fighting the urge to clench your eyes shut as he filled you, panting at the stretch despite all of their preparations.

Jake slid up behind you, his well-lubricated fingers circling and stretching your ring of muscle open gradually, one finger at the time.

“Oh…fuck…” You whined, pressing your head back into his shoulder.

“You’re doing so good pretty girl, so good…” He praised, peppering kisses along your temple and cheekbone as Bradley’s calloused fingers sought your clit, circling the bundle of nerves to help you relax. “You ready?”

“Uh huh�� You nodded, feeling the latex-wrapped tip of his cock pressing against your ass.

Jake rolled his hips forward, making your eyes clench shut and jaw go slack at the intensity of the pair of their cocks filling you so very completely. One hand clutched at Bradley’s shoulder where it pressed into the mattress, the other snaked back in Jake’s hair, trying to cling to them both to stay grounded – certain you might simply float away on this feeling.

“We’ve got you, pretty girl.” Bradley soothed.

“Not going anywhere.” Jake cooed.

Tentatively, experimentally, you rocked your hips, quivering at the waves of pleasure that rolled through you. Jake reached across your hips to grab a handful of Rooster’s ass, making him rock forward, his length sliding against Jake’s through the thin barrier within your body.

“Yes, that’s it…” Jake encouraged, and Rooster began to thrust in earnest – slowly at first, before the volume of both your and Jake’s cries drove him faster.

Initially, Jake remained still, but began rocking his hips in time with Rooster’s every fourth, third, and then second thrust. By the time they were moving in sync, you were an incoherent, babbling mess.

“Mn…Ja…ke…Bradleeee…yes…”

Jake’s hand squeezed your breast firmly as Bradley’s thumb pressed insistently at your clit, their cocks sliding in and out of your body in a delicious unison until climax tore through your body, a rainbow of colour exploding behind your eyelids.

“Oh fuck…” You heard Bradley’s strangled shout as you clenched around his cock rhythmically, his hips stuttering before he came into the protective latex.

Safe in the knowledge that everyone else had achieved pleasure, Jake at last allowed himself to orgasm, pressing his face between your shoulder blades as his hips jerked against yours, filling his own condom with a ragged cry.

Your consciousness was questionable as the men cleaned you up and made sure you ingested some fruit and water before settling into the bed with you, cradled in their warm, strong arms. Your cheek rested on Jake’s bicep, Bradley’s chest pressed against your side and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Did it work?” Rooster asked drowsily and your eyes fluttered open.

“Hmmm?” You intoned lazily.

“What’s your name?” Jake smirked cockily.

“Mmmm, pretty girl…” You replied promptly, shutting your eyes and falling asleep between them.

Sunlight filled the room the next time you opened your eyes, and you were keenly aware of the fact that you were on a different side of the bed, alone. Hearing heavy breathing and stifled moans behind you, you rolled carefully onto your side, eyes widening at the sight of Jake with his head buried between Bradley’s thighs. Jake’s lips were wrapped around Bradley’s cock as the lanky brunette desperately tried to keep quiet, the knuckle of his index finger clenched between his teeth, cheeks flushed scarlet as he sat propped up against the headboard.

All the moisture was sucked from your mouth, while at the same time your thighs clenched together instinctively as arousal flooded your system.

“Oh shit we woke you, ..s..sorry…” Bradley panted an apology as his eyes landed on your face, but you quickly shook your head, sliding closer.

“Does it feel good, Bradley? Jake sucking your cock?” You cooed, fluttering kisses across his brow as he whimpered in reply.

His hands reached out for you, pulling you against his side as your mouth moved down his jaw, tongue pausing to swipe at the constellation of scars that graced his features.

“He’s good at it?”

“The..b..best…” Bradley groaned and bucked a little, forcing Jake’s hands to pin his hips.

“Doesn’t surprise me, his mouth is very talented.” You agreed, skimming a hand down the fluttering muscles of his abdomen as you sought the pulse in his throat, beginning to suck at it.

Rooster moaned nonsensically in reply, and you looked towards Jake as his fingers wrap around your wrist, guiding your hand down to lay the index and middle finger of your left hand on either side of the base of Bradley’s cock. He bucked again, arm wrapping around you to grab at your butt cheek as you tightened your fingers around him, Jake’s lips brushing your skin every time he took Rooster’s cock into his throat. You honestly would not mind waking up this way every day.

“Gon..na cum…” Bradley warned and Jake shifted lower onto his cock to catch as much as possible. You watched hungrily as Rooster bucked to his mouth, the muscles of Jake’s throat contracting as he swallowed before he sat back on his heels, licking at his lips, breathing heavily.

Sliding onto your knees, you leaned in to lick at a line of thick, white cum that had escaped from the corner of his lips and Jake pulled you close with a growl, kissing you hungrily to share Bradley’s taste, his length pressing against your lower abdomen needily. Bradley pulled at your hips, guiding you back to sit between his legs, fingers immediately seeking your cunt while Jake worked on a condom and a slick of lube as he watched Bradley’s fingers dive knuckle-deep into your warmth.

 Your head lolled back against the front of his chest as your hips canted forward greedily, arousal at having merely watched Jake pleasure Bradley evident in the way you were glistening with slick.

“My, my pretty girl, you’re going to give me an ego…” Jake smirked, and you and Bradley scoffed in unison.

“Too late, Hangman.” Rooster croaked, voice as rough as a gravel road.

Jake grinned darkly and tugged your hips forward, watching Bradley remove his fingers, before sliding his cock home firmly, the pair of you exclaiming harshly at the bolt of pleasure that tore through your bodies. Careful not to slam your hips back into Rooster’s softening cock, Jake set a punishing pace, driving his length into you, the air from your lungs, and high-pitched noises of pleasure from your throat with each thrust. You clung to his biceps, nails unintentionally painting tiger stripes against his tanned skin as you felt your climax impending with alarming speed.

“Oh…oooo fuck…” Was all the warning you were able to muster before arching sharply off Rooster’s chest, slamming your hips up into Jake’s as your orgasm seized you violently.

“Holy shit you’re squeezing me so tight with that pretty pussy, pretty girl.” He hissed, thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release, face pressed against your neck, hot breath fanning across your collarbone. “Ahn!” He shouted sharply, pelvis colliding with yours firmly as you felt his cock twitch with release inside you, condom collecting all of his cum. A tiny part of you regretted your rules, just then.

Lazily, kisses were exchanged, and the three of you made your way to the shower. Jake seemed a little less interested in lingering, more focused on the fact that it was nearly noon and company would be arriving in two hours. You made it out of the shower next, somehow escaping Rooster’s grasping hands to find the towels Jake had left for you on the bathroom counter. Drying off, you dressed in yesterday’s clothes. It was not the best feeling but thankfully you had been stripped before things got too messy. You made your way downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat just as Jake’s voice rang out from the walk-in pantry.

“Rooster, can you take care of the tablecloths and chairs for me? I’m just getting the barbeque stuff ready.”

Glancing out the sliding doors, your eyes widened to see said tablecloths about to blow over the concrete barrier separating their patio from the public beach. You slid the door open and dashed out, sliding it shut behind you quickly before hurrying after the plasticized fabric. Thankfully, you managed to catch both before they escaped the property and went about securing them to the patio tables with the heavy fasteners Jake had also set out. The stiff breeze was refreshing, the salty tang of the ocean helping to shake the last of the drowsiness from your body, though a pleasurable ache remained. You found two stacks of chairs around the corner and assumed those were what needed to be put out.

As you were putting the last chair into place, you could not escape the feeling that someone was watching you. Turning slowly, you sunk your teeth into your lower lip to see the pair of them watching from the living room window, Rooster leaning on Jake while the slightly shorter man sipped on a cup of coffee. Sheepishly, you stepped back inside, carefully closing the sliding door behind you. Before you even tried to come up with a lame excuse, Bradley was wrapping his arms around you, pressing against your side as he traced the ends of his mustache along your neck teasingly.

“Stay?” He rumbled against you.

You blinked and looked to Jake slowly, curious how he felt about the idea. He swallowed his sip of coffee and nodded firmly.

“Stay.”

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Angel By the Wing - Twenty-Seven

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, emotions

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“I can get dressed by myself, y’know? It’s only a few stitches.” You glared pointedly at Bradley who raised his hands in surrender, your soft cotton shorts dangling from his hand.

“Humor me,” he replied. You rolled your eyes but grabbed onto his shoulders to stay balanced as he tapped your left leg. You lifted it and he slid the shorts up until you switched legs and he did the same on the other side. Fucking softy. Your bear.

You twined your fingers through his dark curls and lightly tugged on the strands, letting the slip across your skin as you trailed your fingers down, down, down until they came to rest on his cheek. While he was still bent down, Bradley leaned in closer and pressed a quick kiss to the rounding swell of your growing bump.

“You’ll text when you get to Sarah’s?”

“Of course, bear. No need to worry,” you crooned. Ever since the bar fight three nights ago, he and Jake had been on alert as though anything would hurt you. While it was a bit insufferable at times, you appreciated feeling cared for.

“You two better behave at work. Nat will tell me if you’re goofing off.”

He chuckled and laid a kiss on your temple. “No promises.”

With another sigh, you heaved yourself out of the front seat of your creaky old car and slowly walked up to the front door of the large house before you. You hadn’t been here since the night you left early. So much had changed in just a short time.

“Well, don’t just stand out there!” Sarah Kazansky said as she opened the door. “Come on in!”

For a woman who had recently lost her husband, she didn’t look completely devastated. You followed her inside the house and stared at how little it had changed, but yet there was still an empty hole that was achingly present. Sarah led you into the kitchen and then spun around, quickly embracing you in a warm hug.

“Hi, sweetie,” Sarah whispered.

“How are you?” you asked. You sank into the soft comfort she offered and you could sense that she needed this just as much as you did.

“I’ve been better, of course.” She pulled away and patted your cheek gently. “I thought I had enough time to get used to the idea. To spend as much time as I could with him. But grief comes in waves.”

You smiled sadly. “Well, it’s a good thing we both can swim, huh?”

Sarah pulled you in for another hug and then stepped away to head towards the fridge. “Want anything to drink? Sun’s out so it’ll be hot. I have water, soda, beer, and some seltzers.”

“Just water is fine,” you said.

“Because you’re pregnant,” she replied without skipping a beat. Your lips parted and you gaped at her in shock. Sarah laughed as she retrieved two bottles of water and tossed one to you that you easily caught.

“I’m a mom, kiddo. How far along are you?”

“Nine weeks. I guess the first sign was…”

“The avocado.”

You laughed at the memory and nodded. “Yeah. The avocado.” The two of you walked out to the garden where Sarah’s passion project had been growing in perfect time for summer harvest. Bright red strawberries hung from vines along with tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers. Sarah was proud of her little garden and she loved donating most of it to the local food bank.

“Are you excited? Scared? Is your boy being supportive?”

“I’m scared out of my wits,” you admitted. “But uh…not really sure who the father is. There’s two options and they’re both great. Really.”

“Both?”

You grimaced. You forgot that outside of the comfort of Jake’s apartment, whatever the three of you were, it wasn’t what society deemed “normal”. But then Sarah’s hand landed on your arm and you glanced over at her.

“Tell me about them.”

A smile grew on your face and you ducked your head to focus on plucking strawberries and putting them into one of the baskets. You debated for a moment if it would be okay to tell her at a time like this for her, but she asked. In fact, she sounded eager. So you began to speak.

Your own parents had been radio silent, even after you left them the voicemail. You knew your mother was furious. Her unmarried daughter who fled home was now knocked up by a man she didn’t even know. How would she react when she found out it was two men that occupied your bed every night now?

But there was no judgment in Sarah’s eyes. Only compassion, understanding, and love. You choked up as you admitted how scared you were for the oncoming months and hell, the next stage of your life. You were going to be a mom. Someone was going to rely solely on you for everything. Were you able to do this? How on earth could you possibly provide for a child?

“Oh, honey.” Sarah pulled you into a hug. “It’s so normal to be scared. Your whole world is changing. That’s terrifying.”

“God, I’m sorry. You have your own stuff to deal with right now and here I am, crying all over you.”

She tipped your chin up so your eyes met hers, but there was no malice or anger in her gentle gaze. “Cut that nonsense out, young lady. You are family now. I am so happy for you right now and I understand how scary it all is. I’ve been where you are. If Tom was here, he would probably make your boys do mountains of paperwork as a scare tactic.”

Sarah cupped your face between her hands and smiled. “Tom loved you like a daughter and I know he’s watching over us right now, pissed as all hell that he can’t chew out your boys. Oh, sweetie, he would be so happy for you.”

You sniffled as tears grew in her own eyes. “To love a child is the greatest gift on this planet. It’s also the most terrifying gift. But you are not alone in this. Anytime you have a question or need help or need someone to be there with you, you call me. Okay?”

You nodded and she pulled you into another hug. “I’m going to give those boys a shovel talk. You understand that, right?”

“Amelia beat you to it,” you chuckled. “I’ve never heard such creative threats.”

Your mother was silent, just as she had been your whole life unless an insult came along with it. Sarah Kazansky, however, and Penny Benjamin, were a force to be reckoned with. Both women knew what you were going through, both as mothers and as women who loved naval aviators. Both women vowed their love and support.

But there was one more mother you needed to face.

Unbeknownst to her son, Jennifer Seresin was currently boarding a plane with a one-way ticket to San Diego.

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I Wanna Feel Good Tonight

Sequel to “I’m just now feelin feisty”

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18+

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x reader x Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Warnings: Explicit. 18+ only. Female reader. MMF threesome. Polyamorous relationship. Daddy kink. Mommy kink. Fingering. D/s themes. Actual Switch/sub this time!Rooster. Daddy dom!Jake. Actual switch/mommy!reader. Color system. Fingering. Oral(male and female receiving). Cum eating. Pegging. PWP.

You practically skip into the store Jake and Bradley stopped at. This was the third shop you’d been in and it wouldn’t be the last, the novelty of going into a sex shop wore off quickly for the boys. The first shop you stopped in they were like kids in a candy store running from item to item and calling the other over to look at whatever they found next. You told Jake you didn’t like any of the straps ons from any of the other stores so far but that was kinda slightly a lie. You didn’t really care which one you had but if Jake and Bradley wanted to be mean to you the other day when you got in trouble for their poor time management skills then they can drive you all over to find the exact strap on you want.

You already knew which one you wanted, not that it terribly mattered much to you. You knew before you had even gotten into the car. You knew which shop it was, too. Were you going to tell them? Oh no. Making them drive all over was way too funny for you. You’d stopped at the shop yesterday and picked it out while they were still at work. Both Bradley and Jake sighed each time you looked over the selection at each shop and deemed the options unsuitable for what you wanted. They couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t whine or complain. Just followed you back into the car to drive to the next store, grumbling under their breaths the whole way.

You had gotten into the car this morning with a whole list of every shop you could find in the general area near your house. It was at least 7 shops long. The last shop on your list was the one with the strap you already had decided you wanted. You just hoped none of the other ones had the same one so they didn’t catch onto your game because you were going to every shop on that list no matter what. They wasted your time the other day and then punished you for getting bored so you can waste their time today. Happily.

Thankfully none of the shops ended up having it and so finally when Jake and Bradley took you into the last store you finally got to point out which one you wanted. It was black patent leather with rhinestones and came with an opaque ish clear dildo. Whatever the girliest option was, you wanted it. You were surrounded at home by all their “manly pilot shit” that they leave everywhere so you wanted something girly for you. You were a princess after all. If only the dildo was pink and had sparkles. Maybe the next one. You’re sure you can find something with sparkles online. The girliness for you and not meant to emasculate them at all. Both Jake and Bradley were comfortable enough in their manlihood to not be bothered by colors or sparkles, sometimes both of them rocked sparkly pedicures when you got bored at home. You’ve been told they are the envy of the locker room at work.

You stood in line with your boys, holding hands with Bradley while Jake carried your new toy. The worker raised their eyebrow at the three of you when you got to the front of the short line, which you thought was weird, you’re sure they see all sorts of people, couples, groups, etc roll through their shop on a daily basis. Maybe the worker was just trying to figure your dynamic out. Nobody usually can. You kinda wanted to ask what they think it is. Sometimes the Dagger Squad likes to guess but none of you have ever told any of them how your dynamic actually works. They tend to guess wrong, assuming Jake is a bratty sub and Bradley doms Jake and then most often they guess that you domme them both. Assuming probably due to Bradley’s size and demeanor and the sass that oftentimes flows out of both your and Jake’s mouths and the way both of your boys follow after you all the time. Even the other day the whole squad asked Bradley and Jake if they were done pouting from the night before when you flirted with that guy because they were all sure you put them in their place and not the other way around at all.

When the worker handed Jake the bag, they told you all to have a nice day and, “Have fun!” which made Jake blush bright red and Bradley laugh. You grinned. Now you really wanted to ask what they thought. You’re sure whatever vibe you three give off isn’t correct which you really enjoy. In your relationship Bradley doesn’t have to be the stoic leader he tends to portray at work (or so you’ve heard) plus the show off-y/golden retriever-y personality that’s often seen at the hard deck. Instead Bradley just gets to follow Jake’s orders and gets to be taken care of and showered in as much love as he wants by both you and Jake, never having to try and impress either of you. Only sometimes does Bradley want to step up and take you on, usually as a way to get rid of excess energy or a way to work through things going on in his head which you’re happy to help with. Jake gets to have the control he craves and gets to dote on the both of you, handling everything like his type A personality wants. He is the end all be all of your relationship. The perfect daddy for you both. And you, well you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You tend to take a more passive role. Most often the epitome of pillow princess if the sass doesn’t come out which it often does. Jake loves when it does though. Using the strap on would be your first venture into the more active role. You were excited, especially if you did in fact get to fuck Jake eventually. Bradley doesn’t even get to do that often and even then Jake is still domming from the bottom. You’re hoping to maybe change that. Get him out of his head potentially.

You could barely contain your excitement to get home. Just in the last store you had smacked Bradley’s ass a total of ten times before Jake told you that you needed to stop and shot you a look that said “If you don’t stop you’re going to regret it.” As you looked at the dildos you quietly asked Bradley questions like “Is this the one you want inside you?” and “Wouldn’t this one feel so nice?” Bradley may have remained mostly quiet in the store giving off a more stoney facade but Jake and you both noticed the slight glassiness to Bradley’s eyes by the time you all headed back home. You’re sure the worker thought he was holding your hand to keep you under control or something, when in reality you were holding Bradley’s to lead him where you wanted and to keep him close to you and Jake. He likes to be close to you and Jake when his mind goes a little fuzzy and you love being the person he wants to snuggle up to.

It didn’t take long for you all to return home. The last store you went to was the closest to your house, not even five minutes away. When Jake realized that he raised an eyebrow at you and you just smiled sweetly back at him then blew him a kiss while he shook his head at your shenanigans. You really thought he would have caught on quicker than that. Must be losing his touch.

When you all arrived home, you raced into the house with your bag while Jake and Bradley got out of the car and into the house at a normal speed, Bradley’s mind came back to himself on the car ride home.

By the time they made it into the house together, you had already slipped the strap on onto your body over your clothes. You giggled as you swung your hips side to side watching the dildo swing to and fro. Both Bradley and Jake started laughing when they walked in the house and saw what you were doing.

“How do you guys not do this all the time? This is so amusing,” You said as you continued swinging your hips.

Jake shrugged, “The amusement wore off after a while. I don’t know about Bradley but I stopped doing stuff like that when I was like 15.”

Bradley laughed, “What are you talking about? You literally yelled for me to come into the bathroom the other day because you were holding your towel up by your dick and you were so proud of yourself.”

“Someone needed to see!” Jake said gesturing to his crotch. “It was awesome!”

Bradley laughed again, shaking his head at Jake then walked over to you when you stopped moving your hips and batted at the dildo causing it to pull down then bounce back up.

“That’s a pretty impressive dick you got there, baby,” Bradley said with a grin as he wrapped a hand around it and wiggled it around.

You shrugged and tried to keep from laughing as he wiggled it, “I know. We all knew I would have an impressive dick. Mickey said that I just scream big dick energy.”

Jake laughed from behind Bradley, “Was that when he was asking you about fucking us?”

“Why are your friends so interested in our sex life?” You asked as you looked between the two of them, leaning slightly to look around Bradley to Jake. “And why do they always ask me? Why can’t they ask you two awkward questions.”

“Because it’s an abnormal relationship, not to us of course, but you don’t generally know of people being polyamorous so they’re naturally curious and there’s different types of poly relationships so even if they did know of one they might not have all been together like we are. Plus, they all try and get us to tell them about it all the time but we don’t say anything so they’re hoping to wear you down. You’re probably the most likely to spill the beans, babe,” Bradley said and then kissed the top of your head then nuzzled his face into your hair.

You huffed and stomped your foot, “Am not! Jake never shuts up! He’s most likely!”

Jake smirked as he walked over to the two of you and swatted your butt, “You wanna watch what you’re sayin there, princess? Or do you want to get in trouble again? Either way I’m happy to oblige.”

You scowled at Jake and raised your middle finger up at him, “Don’t be an ass. It’s not cute.”

“Wasn’t trying to be cute,” Jake grumbled and furrowed his brow.

Bradley stepped between the two of you and wrapped himself around you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck, while he shuffled you farther into the house, “If we could not have fight that would be appreciated. I don’t want to explain to our coworkers how I had to kick Jake’s ass because you two started a fight.”

You grinned and squished your face against his and nuzzled cheek to cheek, “Aww, you would fight Jake for me?”

Bradley nodded and kissed your cheek, “Mama Carole would come back to haunt my ass if I let anything happen to you.”

You both could hear as Jake scoffed, “I would never try to punch our girl, Bradshaw. Nor hurt her in any way she didn’t want. You should both know that. Same goes for your ass, too.”

Bradley turned back to Jake and shrugged, “I don’t know that. You’re a wildcard, Seresin. Gotta defend my girl’s honor.”

“She’s my girl too!”

Bradley wrapped his arms back around you and lifted you up to throw you over his shoulder, “Not right now she’s not.”

You giggled despite a dildo being squished directly into your belly as he settled you on his shoulder and took off running with you up the stairs.

“Girlfriend stealer!” Jake yelled as you heard him hot on Bradley’s heels. You looked up and he was almost within touching distance quickly, as Bradley made it to the top of the stairs before he wrapped his arms around Bradley’s middle to slow him down and pulled Bradley back towards himself as he dug his heels down.

“Nooooooo! She’s mine!” Bradley yelled and held onto you tight as he was slowed down, dragging Jake a little before finally coming to a complete stop.

“Now I’ve got you both right where I want you!” Jake said then grinned as he walked around to Bradley’s front with his arms still wrapped around his middle and kissed him.

“In the hallway?” You asked cheekily then squeaked as you felt a hand come down onto your ass.

“Yes, you brat, in the hallway, that’s clearly what I meant,” Jake said and you just knew he rolled his eyes when he said it, not that you could see. The only view you currently had was the floor and Bradley’s back and butt, not that you’d ever complain about that. You were quite fond of that butt. Jake’s too.

You could hear Jake and Bradley once again kissing, so you reached down and pinched Bradley’s butt.

“Oww!” Bradley said and reached around to rub the spot you pinched. “Okay, she’s all yours. Not sure I want her anymore.” He leaned down slightly and slid you off his shoulder and onto your feet, in between himself and Jake.

“That’s not even true. You love me,” you said and pouted up at him.

Jake wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, “No, no. You’re all mine now. I get to love you exclusively.”

You watched as Bradley’s eyes got big and a pout formed on his lips, “No! I take it back. She’s mine too! We can share.”

“What if I don’t want to share?” Jake asked as he kissed the side of your head.

“Tough shit,” Bradley said as he stepped closer to the two of you and leaned down to kiss you.

You giggled against his lips, these childish fights were one of the reasons you loved these two so much. It was never boring in your house. Jake and Bradley apparently used to have a rivalry between the two of them, not that you were around for any of that, and had put it in the past but that didn’t mean they didn’t still poke fun at each other. Even when they started dating each other before you can along, they would playfully tease each other and keep the rivalry going playfully. It increased when they met you. You actually gave them something to compete over, not that you were a trophy or anything, they just thought it was funny to try and one up each other. They had been doing it since the start of the relationship.

You happily kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down and ran his hands down your back, between you and Jake, and grabbed the inside of your thighs and hefted you up. You wrapped your legs around his middle while his hands rested on your butt. He took steps backwards until he pulled you all the way away from Jake and then pulled his face away from you and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He threw you on the bed, resulting in a scream from you, and jumped up onto it beside you and laid on his side with a hand holding his head up and a grin plastered on his face.

Jake came running in after you both, throwing the door open to find Bradley relaxing on the bed and you laughing as hard as you can.

“Nice of you to join us, Jake,” Bradley said as he grinned.

Jake rolled his eyes, “You think you’re slick?”

Bradley nodded, “I do and it was.”

Jake shrugged and walked towards the bed, “You’re right. That was actually impressive. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“If you knew what was happening that would have defeated the purpose, babe,” Bradley said and flopped onto his back and held his arms out towards Jake. Jake laughed and flopped down on top of Bradley which made Bradley make a soft “ooof” noise.

Bradley smiled and wrapped his arms around Jake, one hand finding it’s way into Jake’s hair where he started to lightly scratch. Jake moaned in happiness and buried his face in Bradley’s chest placing an arm along either side of Bradley.

You watched as the two of them loved on each other. For as much teasing that happens between the two of three of you, heck the three of you, there’s also an enormous amount of love as well. With the type of dynamic that works for the three of you in the bedroom, there has to be a huge amount of trust and you’ve all certainly attained that together and fallen deeply for each other in the process.

You smiled as Jake held out a hand to you, clearly not wanting you to be left out. You placed your hand in his and he started to pull at your hand until you scooted your body closer and closer until he could put his arm around you and pull you against Bradley and him.

“Much better,” Jake said into Bradley’s chest. Bradley chuckled and placed a hand in your hair as well, scratching at your scalp. You closed your eyes and sighed happily. There was nothing better in the world than this. Not a thing. It was perfect.

“The fuck is poking me?” Jake said as he lifted up slightly and looked down. “Oh shit, I totally forgot you had that on.” He poked at the dildo that was still in the harness sat on your hips.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot I had that on too,” you said and wiggled your hips.

Bradley took a deep breath, “S-stop that!”

Both you and Jake looked up to see Bradley’s eyes closed then looked at each other, a grin played on both of your lips.

“Aww, puppy, I can feel you getting all excited,” Jake said as he rolled his hips against Bradley’s body which caused a whimper to fall from Bradley’s lips.

Jake pushed himself up until he was straddling Bradley’s hips and looked down at the other man who blinked his eyes open to look up at Jake and groaned seeing him straddling him and placed his hands on Jake’s hips.

Jake rolled his hips once, grinding his hips on Bradley’s, then looked towards you, “Princess, were you gonna fuck puppy with your clothes on? Because if not why don’t you head into the bathroom and get ready.”

You nodded then rolled off the bed. You took one last look at your two boys, Jake had leaned down to start kissing Bradley while you got off the bed, he had linked their fingers together and put them beside Bradley’s head on either side. Jake pulled away from Bradley’s lips to wink at you and blow you a kiss before he leaned back down.

You giggled before heading into the bathroom. You looked down at yourself. Did you want to keep any of your clothes on? The three of you have watched pegging porn previously, to see if that was something you all would be into, and sometimes the women kept their clothes on but not always. You decided to keep your bra and underwear on but take your shirt and jeans off. You slipped the strap on back up over your hips and tightened into position. You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was weird seeing a dildo attached to yourself but amusing nonetheless.

You stepped back out into the bedroom and saw a naked Jake kneeling beside the bed behind a naked Bradley who was bent over the bed. Jake had three fingers sliding in and out of Bradley while Bradley moaned and whimpered.

Jake smiled when he noticed you come back into the room, “Hi princess.”

“Hi daddy,” you said as you walked over and stood next to Jake.

Jake smacked Bradley’s ass, “On the bed, puppy. Hands and knees.”

Bradley scrambled onto the bed and got into position. Jake climbed up on the bed after him and used one hand to press Bradley’s chest down onto the mattress then held out a hand to you.

You took his hand in yours and followed as he gently pulled you towards them, “I think this is going to be the easiest position for you.” He guided you behind Bradley and had you climb up onto the bed and kneel up behind him. “It’s okay if you get tired or want a break, okay?”

You nodded.

“I need words, princess,” Jake said as he slid a hand down Bradley’s back, who shuddered from the touch.

“Yes daddy. I understand,” you said.

Jake smiled and leaned forward to kiss you then helped you shimmy your body as close as can be behind Bradley, “Color puppy?”

Bradley turned his face to the side, “Green.”

“Color, princess?” Jake then asked you.

“Green. Color, daddy?” You asked Jake looking at him.

“Green. Go ahead, princess, make puppy feel good,” Jake said as he helped you line up with Bradley’s hole.

Bradley’s eyes widen as you push in and you hear something mumbled into the sheets that he bunched up near his face.

Jake reached over and pulled Bradley’s head up by his hair, “What was that, puppy?”

Bradley shook his head and whined.

Jake nodded towards you, “Princess, can you pull back out and push in again? I want to hear what puppy has to say.”

You nodded and followed Jake’s instructions.

Bradley bit his lip to once again try and hold in the noise.

Jake softly pulled his lip from between his teeth, “Puppy, you know better. Stop that.”

Bradley took a deep breath, “K.”

You once again pulled out and pushed back in and you all hear exactly what Bradley had been trying to hide, “Mommy!”

Jake grinned at you, “Well isn’t this a fun development? Finding out all sorts of new things about puppy.”

Bradley whined and you ran a soothing hand over his back.

“Is daddy being mean to you, baby boy? What a mean daddy. It’s okay, who’s gonna take care of you, baby?” You asked.

“Mommy,” Bradley gasped out quickly, breathing heavily.

You smiled. Yeah, you like this.

“Good boy,” you murmured to Bradley before you pulled your hips back slightly and pushed them back in causing a sharp inhale from Bradley.

You looked up and met Jake’s eyes to wink at him before he shifted his gaze back to where you were entering Bradley.

Bradley whined and pushed his body back towards yours, “Mommy…. Please…. Mommy!”

“What do you need, puppy?” You asked as you continued your soft hip movements.

“Need more, please,” Bradley whimpered out. “Please mommy!”

You ran both hands up his thighs teasingly before gripping onto his hips to help you push and pull easier, “What a polite boy.”

Jake laughed, “Of course he’s being all good for you, you’re the one fucking him.”

You shrugged as best as you could while still gripping Bradley’s hips to keep a steady pace, “He’s always a good boy. You pouting, daddy?”

“Maybe a little.”

You giggled, “Did I take your favorite toy away?”

“No, my two favorite toys are busy with each other,” he said as he ran a hand along Bradley’s back and rested it on the back of his neck which caused Bradley to look up at Jake.

“I’m sure puppy would be more than happy to include you. It’d give him something to do with his mouth,” you said as you looked down at Bradley who was practically drooling on the sheets. He started nodding once he realized what you had said to Jake and made grabby hand motions towards him and whined.

Jake crawled up towards the head of the bed and placed himself in front of Bradley, “You need something in your mouth, puppy?” Bradley enthusiastically nodded at that as he watched Jake come closer to him. You slowed your thrusts down as the two situated themselves. Bradley lifted up onto his hands as Jake scooted himself partially under Bradley. Bradley looked up to meet Jake’s eyes, waiting for the go ahead, with his mouth falling open and tongue hanging out in anticipation. Jake nodded and Bradley quickly dropped down onto his elbows to partially take Jake’s dick into his mouth, after letting some spit run down the length Bradley tightly grabbed what wasn’t in his mouth causing Jake to moan as he threw his head back. You could see his thighs twitch as he stopped himself from thrusting forward into Bradley’s warm, wet mouth.

You continued with your shallow thrusts until you could tell Bradley had started to get impatient. He started to push back towards you as he pulled his head up almost off Jake to tongue at his sensitive head which caused Jake to slip both hands into Bradley’s curls as he swore. You knew from first hand experience just how great Bradley’s mouth could feel and by the looks of it Jake was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bradley wiggled his ass at you before leaning forward to take Jake fully into his mouth.

You chuckled then thrusted into Bradley a few more times, harder, to check that Bradley wasn’t going to choke or anything on Jake’s dick. That wasn’t what you wanted. At least not right now. You vaguely heard Bradley moan from around Jake which must have felt good since when you looked up at Jake, you saw him shudder.

“Puppy feel good, daddy?” You asked as you kept up with your new pace, starting to vary the direction you were thrusting from.

Jake nodded as he gripped Bradley’s hair.

You giggled and ran your nails softly along Bradley’s spine causing him to shiver.

You continued thrusting with very slight variations to the angle until you heard Bradley gasp and watched Jake’s entire body go rigid.

“Do…. Do that again, princess,” Jake panted out, barely opening his eyes to look at you.

“Okay, daddy,” you said as you made sure to make the dildo hit the same spot inside Bradley, you noticed as you did that Bradley was digging his blunt nails into Jake’s legs which probably matched what Jake’s nails were doing to Bradley’s scalp.

You thrusted a few more times before Jake’s entire body tensed and he shallowly thrusted into Bradley’s mouth four times while he grunted a few times before relaxing with a sigh.

After he took a few breaths he pulled Bradley’s head off him, which resulted in a whimper coming from Bradley as he tried to stay sucking on Jake. “No, all done, puppy. Lift up,” Jake said and Bradley sighed before he licked Jake clean twice more before he was pulled off harder and Bradley finally fully relented with a pout. Jake scooted himself down farther until he was face to face with Bradley so he could kiss him, tasting himself on Bradley’s tongue. Jake ran both hands down Bradley’s back until he met one of your hands on Bradley’s hip and wrapped the other around Bradley’s dick. Bradley pulled his mouth away from Jake and buried his face as well as he could when Jake started to stroke Bradley in time with your thrusts hitting his prostate.

Bradley started to pant before he came with a shout, making his and Jake’s stomachs a mess. You continued thrusting into Bradley until he slumped forward onto Jake’s chest. Jake wrapped his arms around Bradley quickly and placed a kiss to his temple. You pulled out of Bradley slowly, still making the exhausted man whine as you did so but he was quickly shushed by Jake who snuggled him impossibly closer.

You got up and shimmied out of the harness before you headed into the kitchen to grab a snack and some waters then hurried back. You handed Jake a water which he took then shimmied himself and Bradley up a little so he could help Bradley take a few sips. You climbed up onto the bed and opened the banana to break it into smaller bite sized pieces which you held out in front of Bradley’s mouth which he took slowly, each time being showered in praise by both you and Jake.

After his drink and his snack, Bradley was quick to fall asleep wrapped between both Jake and you. You ran your fingers through his hair while Jake held him firmly against his chest.

“Did you have fun, darlin?” Jake asked as he looked over at you.

You nodded, “Yep! I think it was a very successful first time.”

Jake chuckled, “Agreed. Do you need anything? Are you all good?”

You nodded again, “I’m all good. This wasn’t about me.”

“But that doesn’t mean you need to ignore your needs,” Jake said with a pointed look.

You shook your head, “I promise I’m all good and I do not need anything but a nap.”

Jake sighed and reached up to brush some hair out of your face, “I’m getting you off when we wake up.”

“Deal,” you said with a giggle.

“Love you, baby,” Jake said as he blew you a kiss.

“Love you, Jakey. And Brad Brad. So much,” you said back.

Bradley mumbled something in his sleep that may have been “love you” but you’re not sure. You snuggled up to Bradley’s back and kissed his shoulder before both you and Jake finally followed Bradley into dreamland.

You woke up a few hours later to both boys laying on your legs as they “quietly” (or so they thought) fought over who would get to wake you up with their tongue, both got annoyed at the other for being so loud but thankfully you knew exactly how to quiet them both resulting in two orgasms for you.