But like imagine tarzan!Bradley having the urge to taste his woman, because she is just right there all pretty and she is his and has to have her all way possible, and he just manhandles her on all fours in the bed so quickly that she doesn't have the time to process what is happening and by the next second she feels his tongue, I'm-
You were just finishing up your notes a second ago, and then you blinked. Now, you were ass up on your cot, your shorts wrapped around your ankles as Bradley rubbed his nose along your slit through your panties, inhaling your scent.
"Bradley!" You exclaimed, moving to sit up, but the man behind you held you firmly in place, nipping at one of your thighs and drawing a gasp from you. His hands smoothed over your thighs before ripping away your underwear with a low rumble from deep in his chest. Any protest on your lips died as he licked a strip up along your slit, a please hum escaping him as he dove back in for more.
"Taste good," he murmured against you, his hot breath sweeping over your now dripping pussy. You let out a loud moan as his lips latched on to your swollen clit, your hips pushing back into him as he ran his tongue over the engorged nub. Your fingers fisted the sheets as you glanced back at him, your juices smeared across the lower half of his face as he spread your lower lips with his fingers. The sight alone had you letting out a high pitched whine.
"Bradley," you gasped, his eyes glancing over at you. A smirk tugged on his lips before he leaned forward, pressing his tongue into your entrance.
It wasn't until later when Mav asked you for your notes that you remembered that you had, in fact, NOT been able to finish them, and the memory as to why had your cheeks warmer than the jungle afternoon.
Sure Tarzan!Bradley likes it rough but what happens when he’s introduced to softer physical affection. Gentle forehead kisses and cuddles, sweet, slow sex, what then????
Okay, let's get into it! Disclaimer: Definitely not my best work, I would say, but I thought it wasn't half bad lol
You weren't sure what had gotten into Bradley today, but he had shown up at the camp bruised and bloody. His eyes were tired as they settled on you, not even acknowledging Ice or Mav as he made a beeline for you.
"Bradley, what happened," you gasped, fingers running lightly over the bruises and scattered cuts as you led him into your tent. He followed without protest, grabbing your hand as you sat him down in the chair by your makeshift desk.
"Fight," was all he said, his voice holding the same amount of exhaustion as his eyes. You hummed, pulling out the first aid kit from under your bed and bringing it over to where he sat. Neither of you said anything as you worked on him, dabbing lightly at the shallow cuts that adorned his toned muscles.
He watched you work, eyes watching inquisitively as you patched him up. Once you were done, you placed a chaste kiss to his cheek before turning to put the kit back under your bed.
You jumped when his strong arms wrapped around your waist, hauling you back against him. You straightened as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, breathing in your scent with a hum.
"Was it Mutubo again?" You questioned, holding onto his hands that gripped your middle. You felt him nod, letting out a deep sigh. The old male tolerated Bradley's presence on the best of days, but every now and then he felt the need to remind the human man of his place in the troop.
You pulled away from Bradley, smiling at the pout that adorned his face. You grabbed his hand, maneuvering him to sit on the bed in front of you. He pulled you down onto his lap, burying his face into your chest as his hands made their home on your hips.
"Need you," he murmured, lips brushing over the skin of your breast where your tanktop left it exposed. You cradled his head in your arms, fingers running gently through the soft strands of hair as the two of you sat like that for a minute.
Bradley's hands began to roam, running over your curves and your ass as he began to lick and suck at your breasts. You let out a quiet gasp as you tilted your head back, the man below you beginning to kiss a line up the column of your neck until his lips hovered over yours.
"Wanna be inside," he whispered, the gold of his eyes swallowed by lust. You shook your head.
"Bradley," you sighed, "not when you're hurt."
He stared up at you with big, pleading eyes as he began to pepper kisses across your face. "Please."
You giggled as his mustache tickled your skin, smiling as he finally placed a desperate kiss to your lips.
"Please?" He said again, watching you expectantly, fingers toying with the hem of your tank top. You chewed on your bottom lip, slowly nodding. A grin broke out across his face as he quickly rid you of the offending material. The humidity had been too much for you that day, opting to forgo a sports bra, much to Bradley's delight as he immediately latched onto one of your nipples.
"Bradley!" You gasped, arching into his touch. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him off of you. "We're gonna go slow, okay?"
Bradley looked at you, brows pinched in confusion as you smiled softly at him. You stood, sliding your shorts down your legs as Bradley eagerly followed suit. The sight of him bare and hard for you always made your insides clench in anticipation.
You straddled him, his hands immediately moving to your waist as you guided him to lean back against the makeshift bed. You took him in your hands, savoring the velvety feel of him and the sinful moan he let out as you stroked him gently.
"Think you can be good for me?" You asked him, earning an eager nod that made you grin. You lined him up at your entrance, sinking down slowly. A pleasured hiss left you as he stretched you, filling you inch by inch. Bradley let out a low growl as you bottomed out, eyes pure black as they watched you. His hands flexed on your hips, and you were sure there would be bruises from where his fingers squeezed you.
Slowly, you pulled off of him, sinking back down as you set a rhythm. Bradley's whines filled the air, his hands moving from your hips to your breasts as he leaned up to once again bury his face between them.
His cock stretched you in the most delicious way imaginable, always surprising you with how deep he reached. You let out a strangled moan as his head brushed against that spot deep inside of you.
Bradley licked into your mouth when you brought his face up to meet yours, growling once again as he flipped the two of you so that you lay beneath him. You gasped as your fingers found purchase on his shoulders, the nails biting into the golden skin beneath.
Bradley's breathing was labored now as he maintained the pace you had set, slowly thrusting in and out of you as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, nipping and lapping at the skin there. The curls at his base brushed against your clit, quickly bringing you to your peak.
"Bradley!" You cried out as you fell over the edge, stars shining in your eyes as you rode out your high. You felt him twitch inside of you, pace picking up ever so slightly as his thrusts started to falter. He met your lips with his as he groaned into your mouth, hot spurts filling you as he met his own end.
Bradley rolled the two of you so that you rested on his chest, fingers toying with the hair that rested there. His fingers laced through your hair, the tips scratching at your scalp as the two of you regained your breathing. You looked up at him with tired eyes, only to find his were already on you.
"Was it a bad fight?" You asked him quietly. Bradley grimaced, shaking his head gently as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.
"No."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"You know you can if you want to, right?"
"Yes."
"Will you let me know if you need anything?"
"Just need you," he smiled, his arms squeezing you tighter. You smiled, humming as you closed your eyes.
Tarzan!Bradley thought: he's probably super touch starved right? does he get super clingy with Boots? just following her around all the time and always wanting to touch her
Bugs!! Yes, Bradley would be SO clingy with Boots!!
"Bradley, this a little difficult to do when you're clinging to me like this," you giggled, peering at the man currently wrapped around you with his face buried in your neck. He lets out a grunt, squeezing his arms tighter around you. It was later in the day, and it was your turn to fix the evening meal, something that was proving to be damn near impossible, just like the rest of your tasks that day.
Bradley had been especially clingy with you that day, never trailing far behind you as you walked around camp, always needing to have some kind of skin to skin contact with you. You supposed it wasn't surprising given the fact that he had gone most of his life without human contact, so you let it slide.
You jumped, letting out a gasp when Bradley slid a hand up to cup your breast, pressing his hard length into the small of your back with a hum.
"Why don't you, um, go do some reports?" Bob stuttered, grabbing the spoon from your hand and refusing to meet your eye as a blush ran up his neck and onto his cheeks. You could feel your own cheeks warming, nodding silently as you hurried past the rest of your group and towards your tent, Bradley right behind you with a satisfied smirk on his face.
If Tarzan gets to know/see more women, would the reader be afraid to not have his attention anymore? Would she think he was only interested because she was "something new"?
I think Boots would definitely be a tad insecure. She was the first woman Bradley had ever seen, after all, and I'm sure the same thoughts would be running through her head.
She knew this was a big step for him, and this is what the team had been working up to for the past year. It had started with exposing Bradley to the local village and working him up to a nearby city. Finally, you had convinced him to fly back home to San Diego with you and Bradley.
He had handled the plane ride fine, gripping your hand tightly at both takeoff and landing, but now the real test came. You and Jake would be standing on either side of Bradley as you walked through the airport, both keeping your eyes on the larger man for any signs of distress as you reached the gate for your layover. Of course, yours weren't the only eyes on him.
You had noticed a group of girls giggling and pointing at him a couple of minutes ago, and you felt your muscles tense when one of the pretty blondes strutted up to stand in front of him.
"Hi," she grinned, pearly white teeth standing out against her beautifully tanned skin. Bradley glanced up from the tablet in front of him to look at her. You held your breath. Would he want her now? Were you really just something to pass the time with? He had options now, after all.
Bradley said nothing as he cocked his head to the side, eyes studying the woman in front of him. She was undettered, twirling a strand of hair in between her fingers as she continued to give him a sultry look.
"I'm Mia," she continued, batting her eyes at him. "What's yours?"
"Bradley."
"Hi, Bradley," she giggled, and Bradley frowned. "What are you headed to San Diego for?"
"Going home," he replied, eyes narrowing in confusion as the blonde leaned forward.
"Home, huh?" She hummed. "Maybe we could hang out sometime? I can give you my number-"
"No," Bradley cut her off, shifting away from her. Mia's smile faltered, but she quickly regained her confidence, clasping her hands in front of her so that her boobs almost spilled out of her top.
"Aw, come on," she pouted playfully, leaning forward again. "It could be so much fun."
"No," Bradley said again, frowning. "Don't want to. Want to stay with my girlfriend."
You felt your heart clench at that. The two of you hadn't really spoken about relationships or what you would classify yours as, but his declaration had you fighting to keep from launching yourself into his arms. You'd definitely have to ask him where he learned the word later though.
"You're girlfriend?" Mia scoffed, finally looking at you. You kept your gaze pointedly on the tablet in your hands, pretending to scroll through your notes as she studied you. Mia let out a huff before turning her attention back to Bradley. "Well, if you change your mind, I'll be sitting right over there, handsome."
"I won't," Bradley said simply, and it took all of your strength to hold in your snort. Mia's lips pressed into a thin line before turning on her heel and walking away. It was only a few moments later when Jake collapsed into the seat on the opposite side of Bradley, passing you a water bottle that you took gratefully.
"What did I miss?" He asked with a grin, unscrewing the cap off his own bottle. You chuckled, leaning over to place a kiss to Bradley's cheek.
Boots teaching Tarzan!Bradley how to go down on her. There isn’t a more eager student anywhere!
"You want to what?" You asked, blinking at the man in front of you. His big, brown eyes looked at you imploringly, and half of you wasn't even sure he knew what he was asking.
"Want to taste you," he repeated, leaning in closer, close enough for you to smell the musk that was uniquely him.
"Bradley," you started, stopping as he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. "Where did you even hear about this?"
"Javy and Jake-"
"Say no more," you mumbled, rolling your eyes. You'd have to have another talk with those two about what they say in front of the wild man. "Why do you even want to do this?"
"Want to make you feel good," he rumbled, already tugging at the band of your shorts. His lips are peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pulling an involuntary moan from your own lips.
"Bradley, I-"
"Please?" He asks, stopping and pulling back to look at you. Your breath caught in your throat at the lust-filled gaze that filled his eyes, swallowing the honey color that you loved so much. His hands were stroking softly up and down your sides, sending goosebumps sprouting across your skin despite the heat.
"Please," he repeats, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, and you sigh.
"Alright."
A grin breaks out across his face, his hands making quick work of removing your clothes until you're bare before him. His hands run down the length of your torso as he peppers sweet, gentle kisses in their wake, and you felt yourself already growing wet with anticipation. You let out a shuddering breath once you felt his breath brush over your exposed sex, your fingers curling into fists at the feeling.
You heard him inhale before letting out a low groan, gasping when you felt his nose brush against your clit.
"Bradley!" You gasped, one hand flying to fist his curls as he licked an experimental strip up the length of your slit. He let out a low hum at the taste, burying his face into your cunt as he repeated the action again and again and again.
Your head was thrown back in bliss as your hand guided his head further into the apex of your thighs, pleasured cries escaping you as Bradley ate you like a man starved. His tongue delved into you, thrusting in and out before moving back up to latch onto your clit, suckling at the sensitive nub.
"So good," you sobbed, your hips thrusting up to meet his mouth. Bradley let out a growl before hauling your legs over his shoulders, his hands grabbing onto the flesh of your ass as he brought you closer to your peak. Your cries came out more high pitched and breathless now as the wild man made you see stars. Who knew he would be a natural?
The lewd sounds coming from between your thighs only served to push you closer to the edge, the sucking and squelching filling the tent as Bradley let out his own hums and moans. With one final suck to your clit, you fell over the edge with a shout, your fingers tugging on Bradley's curls as he growled, not relenting as you came.
It all became too much, and you clumsily pushed Bradley away as you fought to calm your breathing. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took in the sight of Bradley with your juices coating the lower half of his face. A dark look glinted in his eyes as he frowned at you, hands already reaching out to drag you back.
Tarzan!Bradley and his VERY thinly controlled anger when he sees another man innocently touch you
Ooooooooooh he'd be hot mad!!
He would be sitting across the camp, only half listening to what Maverick was trying to tell him, most of his attention trained solely on where you sat on the far side of the research area. The way your hair escaped the messy ponytail you had thrown it in that morning. The way the strands stuck to the side of your neck due to the sweat that slicked your skin due to the combination of heat and humidity. He wanted to drag his tongue across it, holding you down as he tasted you.
You were talking to Bob about something, what he wasn't sure, nor did he really care all that much. The sound of your laughter filled the camp, and he swears his heart stops for a second before filling with a feeling he didn't know how to describe. Bob laughs along with you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, and Bradley sees red.
He's vaguely aware of Maverick yelling after him and the other men in the camp calling out his name. His focus is trained completely on the bespectacled man, however. He crosses the camp in a few, short moments and next thing you know, Bradley's hands are twisted in the front of Bob's shirt, pinning him up against the nearest tree.
"Bradley!" You cry out, scrambling to your feet, eyes wide. His nostrils are flaring as he glares at the poor, bewildered man in front of him.
"D-Did I do something wrong?" Bob stammers, eyes darting your way before snapping back to the other man when he lets out a menacing growl.
"Bradley, come on," Maverick says calmly, placing a gentle hand on Bradley's shoulder. The younger man isn't deterred, and you take a deep breath as you gather yourself to your full height.
"Bradley," you snap, hands on your hips as you fix him with a glare. He glances at you, features softening as he takes you in. "That's enough."
Bradley looks at you fully then, cocking his head to the side.
"Drop him," you command, pointing your finger to the ground. Bradley casts one last glare to Bob before letting him go, the smaller man letting out a grunt as his feet connect back with the ground.
Bradley strides the couple of feet over to you, wrapping you in his arms in a crushing bear hug.
"Mine," he rumbles. You sigh, feeling the eyes of the entire camp on you two. This was not something you thought you would ever have to explain to anyone.
Gosh, I really wanted to know how the pep talk Mav and Ice had with Bradley about Boots went. I can imagine "Women?" "Yes, so you can't forget to wear your shorts, and she is delicate so no hard touching." "Yeah, you know when I punch Ice after he makes a joke, so when you do that sometimes its too strong, so don't do that to her" "Delicate like flower?" "Yes, exactly like a flower" 🥺🥺🥺🤏🤏🤏
"Bradley, could you come over here for a second?" Maverick called to the younger man, worrying at his bottom lip. The brunette popped his head up from where he was watching Bob sketch one of the baboons, standing and walking over towards where Maverick and Ice were sitting.
"Bradley, we told you that more people would be joining us at the camp, right?" Maverick asked him once the younger man had settled. Bradley nodded, frowning at the idea, and Ice snorted at his expression.
Well," Maverick continued, shooting a hesitatant look towards Ice, "one of those people is going to be a woman."
"Woman?"
"Yes," Ice nodded. "A woman. A female."
Bradley seemed to understand that, and his eyes lit up with intrigue.
"So, that means we have to establish some rules," Maverick smiled, earning a frown from the brunette. "Rule number one is you have to make sure you have clothes on at all times."
Bradley wrinkled his nose, and Ice bit back a laugh as Maverick sighed.
"I'm serious, Bradley. You can't forget to wear your clothes from now on. At least your shorts, alright?"
Bradley nodded with an eye roll, and Maverick cursed the day the boy picked it up from Ice.
"Rule number two is no play fighting. It's one thing to do it with us, but sometimes your hits are too hard, and we don't want to hurt her, right?"
Bradley's frowned turned from annoyed to concerned.
"Hurt her?"
"That's right," Ice hummed. "You could hurt her if you're too rough with her. You should treat her like...like a flower!"
"A flower?" Bradley asked, cocking his head to the side with a dubious look at the older man. Maverick nodded enthusiastically between the two.
"Yes! Exactly like a flower!" He grinned. "You need to be gentle with her, Bradley. Treat her like she's a delicate flower."
Bradley nodded thoughtfully, glancing between the two men.
