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Fandoms Iâm A Part Of:
Top Gun Maverick
Supernatural
Criminal Minds
Outer Banks
Harry Potter
Top Gun Maverick:
Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw
3AM (feels, slight fluff)
Heart Stopper (fluff) Part Two (Coming Soon!)
Wishful Drinking (fluff, angst, smut)
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin
Wingman, Or More? Series Masterlist (Complete)
I just got back into writing a few weeks ago because Iâm beyond inspired lately (by Top Gun Maverick, obviously)! So thereâs plenty more to come! Like I said before, if you have requests feel free to message me!Â
These are all works of fiction. The character names you recognize do not belong to me. But the time and effort Iâve put into creating the words on these pages are all mine.
I do not give consent for any of these or any other of my works to be reposted/reworked or translated on to any other account or platform.
Phoenix has had a long day. She knows the only thing that will make her feel better is coming home to you and getting a little help to unwind.
Guard Dog
natasha has a hot girlfriend and is ready to fight as long as she keeps wearing low-rise jeans.
Sundress Season
phoenix isnât the biggest fan of summer. itâs hot, humid, and pennyâs niece has a thing for sundresses. a few too many drinks, and phoenix is letting her know exactly how she feels about them.Â
BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW
Rooster's Brood Part 2
The squad gets a little surprise in the form of Rooster spawn.
Little Black Shirt
Knowing how much Bradley loves your breasts, you decide to surprise him with a new shirt which leads to you guys trying something new.
Sunflowers
Bradleyâs always been good at saying things he doesnât mean, but heâs even better at saying things that he does.
Green-Eyed Rooster
when rooster gets jealous
Sub Rosa
After months of sneaking around, and a few weeks of not seeing each other, Rooster and Reader get a few minutes to themselves at Iceâs birthday party.
The Vice Admiral's Niece
At a yearly Navy dinner, Vice Admiral Simpson decides to bring his niece to get her out of the house after a breakup. She isn't thrilled until a certain aviator catches her eye all night.
Let Me Love You
Bradley has been dealt a shitty hand in life, and he's determined to protect himself from getting hurt again. Everything is turned upside down when you blow into his life looking like everything he swears he doesn't want.
Love to lie
Your worst fear is recognized when Bradleyâs jet goes down with him in it. Youâre not sure why youâre still his emergency contact, youâd broken up two weeks ago, but when you rush into the hospital room, you discover that you have a chance to fix the mistake youâd been cursing yourself for. The only problem is, you have to lie to Bradley, and you discover that you love doing it if it means you get to be with him again.
Skittles in Vodka
Almost a decade ago, Rooster ended up stranded in the desert. Thankfully an Army caravan was around to pick him up, and there he met the woman he loved. Unfortunately, he never got her name. Now a certain candy drink reminds him of her.
Bradley's Girl
youâre the perfect girl for Jake. Youâre pretty, kind, funny, smart. You could have him on his knees for you if youâd ask. But youâre Bradleyâs girl.
JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN
De-instigating the Instigator
To the surprise of everyone, Jake Seresin does have an off button
It's All About You
4 times Jake thought about marrying you and the 1 time he did.
Middle Of A Memory
Jake Seresin was an asshole, everyone knew it. He flew with confidence and held a cocky smirk. Behind every cocky smirk and snark remark was you, built into his memories, memories he always lived in.
A Formal Reprimand
Above all else, Jake prided himself on his spotless Naval record. When his wife inadvertently causes him to be formally reprimanded during deployment, he plans to give her a fair share of the punishment when he gets home.
All You Had To do Was Stay
Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word youâd never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now heâs back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.
ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD
Flashes
you buy a special set of lingerie when you know you're ovulating and Bob asks if he can take pictures of you while you fuck.
Last thing I Googled: Triple A (abdominal aortic aneurysm), because Iâm a huge nerd for work and was looking up meds
Song stuck in my head: Sucks To Know You (FU) by Mergui
Number of followers: 60
Amount of sleep: Right now, after a 48 hour sleep I took a 6 hour nap!Â
Lucky number: 21
Dream job: Paramedic or Flight Medic
Wearing: my Top Gun shirt and some boy shorts
Movies/books that summarize you: Eat, Pray, Love
Favorite song: Currently my favorite song is Why by NF but it changes on the daily
Favorite instrument: Drums
Aesthetic: Dark, chaotic, messy, cats
Favorite author: Either Riley Sager orrrrrr Colleen Hoover
Random fun fact: Iâve been in healthcare for over 5 years, and Iâve had my EMT for 7 months now. Today I got to meet a man I helped save within my first month at my job. He went into full cardiac arrest in the back of the ambulance after being loaded into the back and myself and my supervisor did chest compressions on him for over 45 minutes until we could get him to the hospital.
You really were a dirty, little slut for your two boyfriends.
WC: 5264 Warnings: Minors DNI. Explicit 18+ smut, poly relationship, threesome, bi boys, dirty talk, you thought Jakeâs mouth was filthy here comes Bradley, public sex, unprotected PIV, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, edging, orgasm denial. Itâs like Iâm in a competition to out-filth myself.Â
A/N: Well, this happened. No regrets cuz I absolutely love it! This fills the âthreesomeâ square for @anyfandomgoesbingo. Photo credit. Thank you to @letsby my best beta for understanding what this is all really about LOL And thanks to my twin @thebeautifullydamnedonefor for sharing in the madness. Enjoy.
For a Saturday night in North Island, it had been especially wild. It was Paybackâs birthday, so everyone was out to have a good time. What started out as beers at Maverick and Pennyâs barbecue had evolved into rounds of shots and questionable choices at The Hard Deck. It wasnât the first time youâd witnessed the debauchery that was the Dagger squad on leave.
Everyone was drunk and happy, celebrating that they were all alive. Phoenix had to be tugged off the table she was dancing on. Jake had boasted about winning three games of pool before Coyote banned him for the night. Bradley had played the piano twice - Great Balls of Fire because everyone always insisted, and My Girl, at your request. Even Maverick was taking shots of whiskey. Once the games and serenades were finished, you ended up between your boyfriends in the round booth in the back of the bar.Â
The Hard Deck wasnât just booze and mischief, but a piece of North Islandâs history. The booth alcove was full of treasures. Hung around the table were generations of Navy patches and photos. There was even a patch for the same flight squadron that Goose had flown with before he met Maverick. Everytime he sat down at that table, Bradley would grin widely and give the patch a little tap with his knuckles. He said he liked it being there because it was like his dad was hanging out with all of you.Â
The wild partying continued well into the early morning. Coyote and Payback were in a debate about the Lakers while Phoenix was attempting to rap the Fresh Prince theme with Fanboy. Shy, timid Bob was outside making out with a tourist. Youâd lost track of Yale and Fritz hours ago. Harvard had another tourist in his lap, and Halo was swaying in her seat, drunk and in need of the water and chips that Bradley had gotten for her.
You were sitting in Bradleyâs lap, Jake pressed against his side, holding your hand. As they talked with your friends, their hands would roam, fingers slowly up and down your arms and thighs. You fiddled with the top button of Bradleyâs light green Hawaiian shirt, making sure to give Jake a kiss whenever he pouted for attention. Usually you were careful not to show too much affection in public, but everyone was at least four drinks in and you were happiest when your boys held you.Â
Everyone knew the three of you were a throuple, as the squad called it. Bradley and Jake were stationed permanently in San Diego now, and serious about their relationship with you as their girlfriend. Your friends were curious about how it worked, and youâd hear little comments here and there, but never anything derogatory. More curiosity about how the bickering and animosity between the two men had faded into something so peaceful, considering their decades long saga. But surviving the suicide mission had changed everything.Â
Fanboy had lots of questions about poly relationships; it was the most intriguing thing heâd ever heard of. Bob blushed whenever it came up, even though youâd heard heâd made out with twins last summer. Phoenix wasnât phased by it, although she loved to hear any tantalizing details that she could get out of you. And Bradley had told you with a laugh that Maverick was very uncomfortable with Jakeâs daring public displays of affection.
As Bradley and Jakeâs girl, youâd quickly been invited into the Dagger family. When the pilots were sober, they were mature, dedicated professionals. But at a table littered with empty glasses and waiting secrets, 1:00 AM come and gone, loose drunk lips eventually sunk all sorts of Navy ships. If you were lucky, youâd hear the best stories on nights like those.
âRooster,â Phoenix cackled. She smacked her hand on the table, already hysterical at her own story. âRemember, Sigonella,â she gasped, unable to stop laughing. âYou keptâŠwith the nurseâŠohhhh and you had NO pants!!â She dropped her forehead onto the table with shrieks of laughter, which made Bradley wince.Â
âNothing happened at Sigonella,â Bradley hissed. âHow about Oahu, Phoenix?âÂ
âDonât you dare, Bradshaw,â she looked up with wide eyes. âYou said to the grave!âÂ
You watched the relay between the two friends, clapping with excitement. âI wanna know! Tell me secrets!âÂ
Bradley and Phoenix continued to stare, silently challenging each other with mutual destruction.Â
âHow about when Coyote and I met yâall at Top Gun.â Jake gestured to Bradley and Phoenix. The more he drank, the thicker his accent became. âAnd I won the trophy! Best of the best, thatâs me!â
âAnd you guys fucked so loud that you got kicked out of your rental house?â Phoenix cackled, always jumping on the chance to take Hangman down a notch. Phoenix took a deep breath and laughed even harder. âAnd the air boss found out cuz he was the landlord! Ahhhhh!!âÂ
âGod,â Coyote groaned. âPlease donât remind me! I was asleep downstairs!â
You looked up at Bradley, whose cheeks and ears were turning bright red. But Jake was on the defense. âHey, hey, hey, we wereâŠcelebrating, alright?â
Phoenix snorted, âand then we all went to Vegas and you thought you could - â
âStop!â Bradley and Jake both interrupted her. At that moment, with a mischievous light in her eyes, Phoenix realized she had power over the two pilots she often found to be her biggest competition and best friends.Â
âIs there somethinâ I need to know?â you asked.Â
âNope,â Jake replied. He grabbed your glasses and slid out of the end of the booth. âLooks like we need a fresh round. Be right back.â
âCoward,â Bradley shot back at him. There was no heat behind it, but the diversion had worked. Phoenix had moved onto a conversation with a cute redhead whoâd taken Haloâs spot.Â
âI feel like Iâm missing a piece of the story between you and J,â you started. Bradley cleared his throat, and adjusted your ass in his lap. âAnything I need to know?â
He smiled and shook his head. âBaby, you know we have history, but it was years ago. It wasnâtâŠserious. Itâs not like how we are now.â
âYou had the fight,â you offered. You knew about the fight. The boys had told you about the fall out, but Phoenix had been the one to tell you how violent the altercation itself had been. How a simple flight exercise between two wingmen turned into angry fists and harsh words, nearly getting them both kicked out of the Navy. Coyote and Phoenix had watched it all unravel. Years of friendship and love gone, only to rekindle at North Island all these years later.Â
But the Dagger mission had fixed the fracture between them. The boys still fought over little things like how to cook burgers and which college football team was best. And Jake was still learning how to share attention. But the thin line between love and hate had been drawn in the sand and washed away by the Pacific. Jake had saved Bradleyâs life and with that, all their years of bullshit fell away.Â
âWe did fight. A lot.â You waited until Bradley continued. âHeâs been in my life a long time, which is mostly a curse.â He smiled at your snort of laughter. âBut, what weâve got with you? Iâm not losing that for anything. Jake neither.âÂ
ââk, perfect answer,â you giggled, kissing him. âI trust you.â
âGood,â Bradley smirked. âAnd if thereâs ever somethinâ you need to know, I promise weâll tell ya. Itâs all water under the bridge, baby.â
As drinks emptied, so did the booth. Fanboy stumbled off to puke while Coyote was tugged out of his seat by a blonde bartender when she went on break. Bob and his tourist never returned. Last to leave, Phoenix smirked at you. âI got a date waitinâ, so Iâm gonna leave you three to it.â
âMake good choices, Trace!â Jake yelled after her as he returned to the table with three shots of Clase Azul. Limes slices balanced on the rims of the short glasses of clear liquor. Between the glasses was a salt shaker. Bradley slid you down onto the bench, sandwiching you between the two naval officers, now lieutenant commanders.Â
âGot salt and limes cuz youâre a wuss,â Jake teased you.Â
âMore shots?â Bradley worried. He'd been downing water for the last hour. âThat a good idea?â
âYou got somewhere to be, Bradshaw?â Jake arched a brow as he passed you each a tequila shot and a lime slice. âYou got a hot date youâre late for?â
You pouted and looked up at him. âI thought I was your only girl, B.â
Bradley smiled and tugged on your ear affectionately. âYou know youâre my favorite, baby.â
Jake cleared his throat, also needy for Bradleyâs attention. Bradley shook his head and smiled. âYeah, yeah. Just serve up the drinks, Seresin.â
âGotta share Bradley with me,â you leaned up and kissed Jake, offering Bradley a kiss too when he made an all-too-familiar pouty noise of want. âI love sharing you both.â
Jake salted the webbing of his hands between his thumb and finger. He bit down on his lip as he held his hand up to you. You licked the salt from his skin with big doe eyes and a thorough tongue, sucking on the tip of his pointer finger which made Jake groan.Â
Jake salted his hand again and held it out. Bradley rolled his eyes. He gripped Jakeâs wrist and licked the salt from his thumb to finger. You saw a quick look pass between them, always a challenge even though there was a different smolder behind it now.Â
âOkay, shots,â Bradley said, holding out his glass. âCheers to Saturday night with our beautiful girl.â
âHere, here,â Jake agreed as he salted and sucked on the back of his own hand.Â
The tequila made you grimace but you savored the sharp, amber taste. You grabbed the slice of lime, sucking out the sting of the liquor. Your mouth made a wet squick noise over the fruit.Â
âSuck it harder, sweetheart,â Jake laughed. In the same motion the three of you dropped the limes in the empty shot glasses. Bradley wiped away a bit of salt that was stuck on your lip then licked it off his thumb.Â
You started giggling as the warmth of the liquor slid down through your body. âHmmmm that feels good.âÂ
Jakeâs eyes lit up. âYeah, we know how you get after tequila. Makes all your clothes come off.â
âI get no such way. I just like how it makes me allâŠsquiggly.â You wiggled in your seat, feeling relaxed and happy.
âSquiggly isnât a word,â Bradley deadpanned. He stretched his arm across the back of the booth behind you.Â
âIs too!â you sang out. âAs in Iâm all squiggly and horny now!â
âTequila is an aphrodisiac,â Jake added. âWell, agave is. So really, itâs no wonder it makes you slutty.â
âHey! I am not slutty!â you gasped. âI am a lady.â
Both men scoffed.Â
âOh my darling, beautiful girl, you are no lady.â Jake slid his hand from your knee up your inner thigh. Sometimes drunk Jake sounded like a filthy, horny Rhett Butler. âYou are our slut. And you know that youâd do anything for me and Bradshaw.â
You still had the giggles. âNo. Not anything.âÂ
Jake raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow before he pinched your side, making you squeal.Â
âYou gotta make me!â
Bradleyâs mouth dropped to your ear. âKeep sassinâ us and Iâll show you the other things we can do with that mouth of yours.â
âMaybe I canât hear you.â You were a grown ass woman, and usually quite docile. But after a few tequilas, you were hot, loud, and bratty.
âYou know Bradshaw doesnât like you talking back,â Jake intercepted. He scooted closer on the bench until your hips were right between the two. Bradleyâs fingers brushed back and forth across Jakeâs shoulder before settling there as Jakeâs hand slid up your thigh.Â
âCan't even put her in her place anymore, she just gets turned on,â Bradley shook his head. âAlways talkinâ back.âÂ
âBetter shut me up then.âÂ
Bradleyâs hand tightened around Jakeâs shoulder as Jake pulled you into a kiss, too deep and inappropriate for a public place. But that had never stopped Jake before. His fingers slid further up your thigh, pushing aside your skirt and panties. You moaned into his mouth when his fingers rubbed against your folds, pressing his thumb down on your clit.Â
âHow long you been wet like this, slutty girl?âÂ
Jake took your shudder as a positive response as his fingers slid up and down your slit. While Jake was playing with you, Bradley looked around the bar. He crossed his leg, braced over your knee and foot pressed against Jakeâs calf. Bradley got a stern talking to the last time the boys were caught fingering you in the leather booth.Â
âThink she likes it,â Jake smirked as you whined again. If anyone was looking when they walked by, they could probably see their moving hands, but the tequila made you brave. Two hot Naval officers touching and kissing you was tough to pass up, even if you were in the busy bar where everyone knew the semi famous men that had their hands all over you.Â
Jakeâs kiss made you moan as one finger curled inside you. When your mouths parted Bradley tipped your chin towards him and he kissed you just as passionately, stealing any breath you had left. His hand moved down to cover Jakeâs. Then he slid a finger inside you, lined up besides Jakeâs. Their thick fingers moved together, pressed against each other and your tight walls. From their angle, each slide in and out rubbed against your clit. The two of them touching you in sync, just how you liked, made you beg.Â
âPlease, please, please.â Your legs fell open wider, giving them as much access as they needed. âMore.â
âNot talking back now,â Bradley hummed, âknow just how to shut you up.â He tipped your chin back for another kiss. âEveryone is gonna see you being such a good slut for us.â
Jake sucked on your collarbone and the side of your neck, and as you clenched around their fingers Jake murmured something just for Bradley. They thrust their fingers into you harder, deeper, Jakeâs palm pressing against your clit under the weight of Bradleyâs hand. They took your mouth back and forth between them, letting you free when you gasped for air. You dropped your chin to your chest, watching their hands working together between your legs. It wasnât going to be the first time you had an orgasm in The Hard Deck, but it was still going to be amazing.
âThink we should get her home,â Bradley announced as you keened over your building orgasm. You pouted when they removed their hands. Bradley arched a brow and smiled before sliding his finger between your lips. As soon as you were done cleaning it, Jakeâs was there wiggling and taunting your mouth. Like an obedient good girl, you tongued the taste of yourself off his finger too.
âYou close our tab?â Bradley asked.
Jake hummed, his eyes still focused on your mouth. âYup. Weâre good to go.âÂ
Bradley stood from the booth, adjusting his jeans. âCâmon sluts.âÂ
Jake chuckled and plucked a toothpick from the container in his pocket. You stared at it, buzzed and still on the edge. Bravely you took the toothpick from between Jakeâs teeth and with your eyes locked on his, you slid it between your lips and sucked, sliding the stick in and out like you would if it was his dick. You twirled your tongue around the tip and winked. Jakeâs jaw dropped as you licked the cinnamon taste off your lips and then offered it back to him. The surprise on his face was replaced by a promise of what you had to look forward to.Â
Bradley laughed. âHoney, youâre in deep shit now.âÂ
Jake grabbed your hand and yanked you out of the booth. Before you realized what he was doing, he lifted and heaved you over his shoulder. âYouâre so in for it when we get home, slut.âÂ
âJake!â you screeched as he carried you through the throngs of people. Most of the strangers cheered in appreciation, some with wide eyes as one hot aviator carried you out, a second strolling just a few steps behind. Even Maverick and Penny were laughing at the end of the bar. You buried your face in Jakeâs shoulder and squealed from embarrassment when he spanked you in front of everyone. Your skirt barely covered your ass and the entire bar got a flash of your blue lace panties. You could only hope that no one could see how wet they were.
âJake! Seresin! Put me down!â Your demands fell on deaf ears as Jake sauntered out of the bar.Â
âGet it!â A drunk Payback hollered, whistles following. âYou the men!âÂ
âJ, put me down!â People in the parking lot laughed as they stopped and watched Jake carry you towards Bradleyâs truck. âEveryone just saw my panties!âÂ
Both men chuckled, and Jake responded, âyou didnât seem to mind them watchinâ us finger you, sweetheart.â
When you reached the Bronco, Bradley held open the side door so Jake could carefully set you down in the seat. You pushed his arms off, and began to complain, âdonât do that again, Seresin!â
He clicked in your seatbelt before tugging your chin towards him. âNow they all know that youâre our slut. But only B and I get to use this sweet pussy.â To further his point he smacked between your legs.Â
That shut you up. You whined when Bradley shut the door and the two of them stepped back.Â
âYou good to drive?â Jake asked.
âYeah, Iâm good,â Bradley replied.
âAlright.â Jake ruffled Bradleyâs hair, dodging a weak punch to the shoulder. Jake grabbed the Broncoâs back door and climbed up over it and into the backseat.Â
Thankfully the ride home was only ten minutes. Jake kept a hand on your neck from behind while Bradleyâs unoccupied hand wandered from your breast to your stomach to your arm over the seatbelt.Â
âMore, boys,â you whined, legs falling open. The wet lace was cool with the ocean air coming in through the open windows. âWant you to touch me.â
At a four-way stop Jake leaned forward. His hands moved over your top, kneading your breasts over your bra. âWanna let her touch herself?âÂ
Bradley chuckled and looked over at you. âGo ahead, baby. But no coming.â
âThank you.â You flipped your skirt up to your waist. For the last mile home you rubbed yourself over the blue lace, bringing yourself back to the edge as shivers unrelated to the breeze ran through you.Â
âDonât come sweetheart.â Jakeâs filthy mouth continued to run, the hand holding your neck tightening just enough to remind you that it was there. âI know you want to but if you do then no coming later.â
You moaned, pressing your fingers just right on your clit.Â
âJesus, she fuckinâ likes that,â Jake laughed. âBetter not get cum on the seat.â
âHoly fuck.â Bradley struggled to keep his eyes on the road. âLook so good like this. In my truck, holy shit. Whatâre you gonna do for us at home, baby?âÂ
You could see the house up ahead but you still wiggled your hips, working the lace roughly. If the drive had been a minute longer you would have gotten up and ridden the seatâs seam. âWant you both inside me.âÂ
Bradley hummed in agreement. âWhat else?â
âWant you to come inside me,â you whined. Just a little more. âNeed you both.â
âMaybe we should take turns on her. Fuck her stupid and blissed out like the little slut she is.â Jake added. Bradley groaned and readjusted his cock in his jeans, apparently just as turned on by Jakeâs filthy mouth as you were.Â
âFuck!â you whimpered, fingers moving faster. âGod yes. Fuck your little slut.â
Both men groaned your name but thankfully you were home. The truck finally parked and Bradley killed the engine, hopping out of his seat. Reluctantly you had to take your hand away from your panties as Jake carried you into the house. Together they worked to strip you in the foyer. Bradley carried you, naked and desperate, down the hall. Jake stripped his clothes off on the way and you couldnât help but think that he wouldâve made an amazing stripper in another life.Â
âAlright.â In the bedroom Jake stopped and kicked off his jeans. Both of you watched as Bradley stripped his shirts off. Jake grabbed your hand when you tried to reach for Bradleyâs belt. âSweetheart, look at me. Color?â
You were drunk, wet and extremely turned on. But you knew if you said stop, theyâd stop. Theyâd make a snack, put on your favorite movie, and cuddle you in bed without a complaint. But that was the very last thing you wanted.Â
âGreen. Please.âÂ
âThatta girl.â Jake gripped the back of your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss. Bradley kissed and bit at your neck and then Jakeâs. Minutes of making out passed until all you knew was their tastes and touches, the three of you giving and taking until your legs were going to give out. Finally they pulled away, Bradley holding up your body from behind. He nuzzled his face in your neck, the scratch of his mustache sending shivers down your body. He groaned when Jake spoke.Â
âKnees, baby.âÂ
Shakily you used Bradleyâs hands to brace yourself and get down on your knees. Both men moved to sit on the edge of the bed, naked with knees splayed as they looked down at you. Their bodies were works of art, sculpted muscles and tan skin. You were happy to be on your knees for men so gorgeous. And youâd never had trouble coming untouched just watching them.
âLetâs see your beautiful eyes,â Bradley instructed. You looked up at them, eyes wide and swollen mouth open. âShow J how bad you want him.âÂ
Obediently you nodded and leaned up on your knees, smiling at Jake before wrapping one hand around his cock and sliding your lips around him. Bradley was slowly stroking his own cock, but their attention was locked on your full mouth.Â
âGod, your perfect mouth. Never get enough of it,â Jake gasped. He ran his thumb across your cheek, smearing your makeup. âSo good for us, baby.â
You hummed at his praise, happy to be their good slut. Desperate for friction, you slid your free hand between your legs, rocking your fingers over your aching clit.
âNo more touchinâ yourself.â Bradley grabbed your wrist and wrapped your fingers around his own cock. âYou try to get off without us, youâre not gettinâ off at all.âÂ
You whimpered but followed his rhythm of stroking that matched your sucking of Jakeâs cock. Heat was burning inside your core and you had to close your eyes and clench your thighs together to stop yourself from coming.Â
Jake was getting close and he gasped as you bobbed a little faster over him. Bradley gripped the back of Jakeâs neck and tugged him into a filthy kiss, crashing together with more teeth and force than they'd ever use with you. Jake groaned and fisted his fingers into Bradleyâs hair. It was so unbelievably hot to see them locked together, so rough yet intimate, that Jakeâs wet cock fell from your open mouth as you watched.Â
âOnly reason you should be stopping is to suck me off, but I donât see you doing that.â Bradley slapped your left tit and then the right. You let free a shriek before moving over to suck Bradleyâs cock in your mouth.Â
âGod she feels so good,â Bradley moaned to a panting Jake, who hummed in agreement as he bit at the otherâs neck. âWant you to fuck her. I gotta come in this sweet mouth.âÂ
âFuck,â Jake groaned. âOkay. Slutty girl, gonna fuck you til you cry.â
You whimpered at his words, eyes already wide and wet.Â
âUse your words, baby.â Bradley gave you permission to slow. His fingers delicately traced your jaw. âYou want J to fuck you?âÂ
Turns out, you werenât a lady after all. âFuckinâ ruin me.âÂ
âThereâs our little slut.â Jake grinned proudly. He lifted you up onto the mattress on your hands and knees, your head at the top of the bed in Bradleyâs spread lap.Â
Your mouth went back to work, and Bradley tipped his head back, groaning as you sucked down his cock. âHoly shit.â
âSweet slutty pussy,â Jake teased from behind, his cock head sliding slippery from your pussy lips to your asshole. A hand gripped your hip tight but he gave you leniency to push your hips back in search for more. âDamn, baby. Your cunt is fuckinâ soaked.â
âQuit teasinâ,â Bradley groaned, hands tightening his hold of your head. âShut up and fuck her already, Seresin.âÂ
âGod, you really are bossy,â Jake replied. âLove tryinâ to tell us what to do, huh Bradshaw?â
All three of you moaned in unison as he sunk deep inside you in one hard thrust. You choked on Bradleyâs dick as you were forced forward. A feral moan built in your chest as the boys started using you in a steady, desperate give and take.Â
âSo good,â Bradley groaned. âGonna take it all, arenât you? Take all of our cum?âÂ
You nodded as best you could, wanting them both to see how much you wanted to please them. Again you scrunched your eyes closed, tears sliding free down your cheeks as you took Bradley deeper. Your entire body was humming with the build of an epic orgasm.Â
âYes, like that,â Bradley said, flicking his eyes up to Jake. âYou look so good.â
âYou love it when Iâm watchinâ you,â Jake hummed in agreement. âGod, Bradley. Sheâs so god damn tight. Squeezinâ me.â
All thought left you, your body trembling with pleasure. You were stuffed full, moaning for more. Your pussy clenched around Jakeâs cock and he slapped your ass hard. You pulled off of Bradley so you could scream each time Jake slapped your ass, the sharp pain a perfect match for his deep relentless thrusts. You were going to explode, strung out between them.
âPlease, J,â you begged, wanting anything and everything theyâd give you. âB, pleaseâŠplease.â
âSweetheart, you get that slutty mouth back on Bradshaw or you donât get to come at all.âÂ
You obediently looked back up at Bradley, silently begging for his cock.Â
âOpen your mouth for me, baby.â His hand on your cheek was tender, but his hard fuck of your face was brutal. You kept your eyes on his, fingers gripping the sheets as Jake fucked you, driving you forward. âGood girlâthat's a good fuckinâ girl, oh my god."
When your knees began to give out, Jake wrapped an arm around your waist. His hand slid down your stomach, and he finally touched you. Your poor clit had been aching since the drive home and his hard circles almost sent you over the edge. You were fluttering around Jake, choking on Bradley, tears sliding down your cheeks.Â
Jake held out his soaked fingers to Bradley, who leaned in to suck your cum off of them. You couldnât see the look between them but you felt them both tense and groan. Jakeâs grip on your hip tightened and Bradley gasped, choking on Jakeâs fingers. Jake slammed into you hard and with a loud moan he came, heat filling your core. Bradley gasped out both of your names, fingers tightening in your hair. And you shattered apart.Â
The ecstasy of it was indescribable. You were gone from your body, spasming, arching, squeezing until somehow another wave was hitting you. More pleasure came from somewhere new, and you were lost in how good it was, waves and waves until everything whited out.Â
Suddenly you jerked awake. It took a few seconds to blink and focus, but you found Jakeâs face in front of you. He cupped your cheeks, smiling with full dimples as you took a deep breath.Â
âYou're cominâ back to us, sweetheart,â he reassured. âWeâre right here.âÂ
âDeep breaths,â Bradley added. You felt the rumble of him against your back, and relaxed as you came back to the Earth, to the bedroom, to your hot naked aviator boyfriends.Â
âHi,â you sighed and smiled up at Bradley.Â
âHi baby. Can you tell me my name?â
âBradley Bradshaw,â you reported, just like youâd practiced.
âAnd mine?â Jake asked. You held out your hand for his, squeezing it when you saw his concern. Heâd been worried that they pushed you too far.
âJacob Seresin.â You nodded, reassuring him. âIâm okay, J. Iâm okay.â
âAnd you are?â The boys waited patiently as you recited your name successfully. They both sighed in relief, kissing your skin and whispering comforting words.Â
The first time the boys had truly fucked you out, you went deep under. It scared the hell out of them both. Theyâd learned how to comfort you when you came to, releasing Bradleyâs guilt and Jakeâs worry. It was never their intention to push you too far, but you never complained. You knew they would always stop if you asked, but you loved being used by both of them. Sometimes you just needed a little extra attention transitioning back from dirty slut to sweet girlfriend.Â
âThatâs our girl.â Bradley held you tighter. You hummed into his embrace, smiling when Jake slid your calves into his lap, softly massaging them.
âHow long was I out?âÂ
âA few minutes,â Jake replied. âYouâre okay though.âÂ
âScares me when that happens. I donât like it.â Bradley frowned. âYou know weâd never hurt you, right?â
âBradley, you didnât hurt me. You never would.â You patted his arm that was wrapped around you. âIâm so happy with you two. And that sex was fuckinâ amazing.â
Bradley kissed your shoulder. âYou were so good for us.âÂ
You relaxed in their comfort and touch. Until you remembered youâd passed out mid ecstasy. âWait!â You sat up in alarm. âDid you guys come too?âÂ
Both men laughed out loud. Jake grinned and shook his head. âHere weâre worried about you being unconscious and abused. And you sweet girl, are worrying about us. But yes, we did. You were amazing.â
You hummed. âokay good.âÂ
âShower time.â Jake started to lift your legs off the bed.Â
âNoooo, letâs stay in bed,â You whined, your arms and legs heavy. The tequila buzz had faded but all you wanted was to be curled up between your boys.Â
âThereâs that attitude again,â Bradley scolded, this time playfully. âLetâs shower and then Iâll make you French toast.âÂ
âOkay,â you smiled. âThatâs a pretty good deal.â You wrapped your arms around Jakeâs shoulders as he carried you to the bathroom. âI say shower, French toast, then cuddles.âÂ
âYes maâam.âÂ
Saturday nights out at The Hard Deck were the best times, made even better by the two gorgeous fighter pilots by your side. You were definitely going to be hungover and sore the next day. But itâd been worth it. You had your sweet, filthy boyfriends and they had their beautiful, dirty slut.Â
If anyone is interested in reading more of these three, let me know! I already have two new Hangster x Reader ideas. Pretty sure Iâm gonna get lost in it.Â
Special thanks to @wildbornsiren and @callsign-valley! If you hadnât written your amazing threesome fics, I wouldnât be here pushing mine too far! Adore you both.Â
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Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x civilian!Reader (honorary call sign: Miramar)Â
Rooster has a crush.Â
WC: 2804 Warnings: None. This is all sweet, funny fluff.
A/N: Thanks to my best beta @letsby, who I know will be a Jake writer soon! And my twinsie bestie @thebeautifullydamnedone for your encouragement!
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From Roosterâs POV
I hate feeling outta control like this.Â
For fucks sake, Iâm a fighter pilot. A lieutenant, a naval aviator, a Top Gun grad. Iâm strong, brave and very disciplined. Iâm ready to take on any fucking challenge and prove to the world that Iâm as good of a man as Maverick is, as good as my dad was. Iâm not afraid of anything. Iâm Bradley Bradshaw, for fucks sake. The best of the fuckinâ best.
But I have one weakness - I am ass over elbows crazy about a beautiful, smart, creative, funny, kind woman, who within an hour of us meeting turned me into a bumbling, flustered 13 year old girl.Â
The first day we met was on base. When Mav introduced her as a civilian contractor assigned to our squad, I wanted to run outta there. When she smiled at me, I knew immediately that I was fucked. Itâs been months since, and my crush only gets worse every day. I can barely look at her without my cheeks and ears turning bright red. I stumble over my words and my brain goes fucking blank, as if Iâm completely stupid. And Iâm not! Iâm smart. I aced the OAR exams to get into officer school! Aced âem. Like higher than most everyone else.Â
But when sheâs around my hands tremble. I sloshed beer all over a very annoyed Coyote one day in the midst of my obsession. I canât even hold a pool stick right. Itâs bad. One time during beach volleyball I got painfully hard just seeing her in a t-shirt and little jean shorts. Like, I had to leave the game before I came in my shorts just looking at her. Itâs mortifying.Â
Even Mav knows. Which means Penny knows, and probably Amelia too. The whole damn family knows Iâm whipped! It was so embarrassing when Mav sat me down and wanted to have a talk about my feelings. âDonât think just do,â is terrible advice when I can barely look at her most of the time.Â
Sheâs just so awesome though. I do laugh at her cute jokes, and notice how sweet she is remembering everyoneâs birthdays and holidays. She delivered soup to me when I was sick, comforted Phoenix when her girlfriend dumped her, and started a book club with Bob. She even helped Fanboy plan his dadâs funeral. There is so much good in her. She reminds me of my mom when she does stuff like that. Sheâs just so amazing.Â
And then I see her every day and fuck, Iâve never wanted anyone so bad. Sheâs gorgeous, and itâs not just her hot ass and perfect tits. It's the brightness in her eyes, the curve of her hips, her soft hands that have brushed past mine a couple times. Even her clavicle is beautiful. Her clavicle! Like itâs a crush but wow, Bradshaw.
And to make it worse, I dream about her all the time - not just sex dreams, which are awesome, but real domestic shit - cuddling on my couch and having a bunch of rugrats and marrying her at sunset on the beach. I want to fuck her senseless but I also want to make her heart-shaped blueberry pancakes in the morning.Â
Okay, so Iâm more like a 11 year old girl. And Iâve lost any chill I may have had before she came into my life.Â
âBradshaw!âÂ
âWhat?â I snap at Phoenixâs demand. God sheâs loud.
âYou gonna play?â She gestures at the pool table.Â
Oh right, The Hard Deck. I step up to the table and survey my options. But of course thatâs the moment that my dream girl arrives, her laugh ringing through the bar like wind chimes on a breezy beach day. I swallow and focus back on the table but I subsequently scratch my shot when she reaches our group.
âMiramar!â Fanboy yells out her honorary call sign. When the guys decided to give her one, she was so excited, I thought she was gonna cry. It was adorable.Â
âHi guys.â Sheâs grinning, happier than Iâd ever seen her. She gives Phoenix a half hug, Fanboy a high five, and then waves at everyone else. I catch her eye and she smiles, and I swear I try to smile back but I think my expression comes out all weird. I canât even control my face without looking like a total jackass around her.Â
What is sheâŠfuck. Sheâs wearing a short green dress - Iâve never seen her in a dress. She always wears jeans or shorts. One time she wore a connected shirt and shorts thing, and that was cute. But never a dress. Wow. It looks so soft and itâs a pretty dark green and it shows off her legs. God, I wanna get between those thighs. Make her just come over and over until she -
âHey Rooster, itâs my shot,â Payback interrupts my thoughts. âRooster! Dude, whatâs wrong with you?âÂ
My girl - the girl, ugh, sheâs not mine - is talking to Phoenix and Fanboy, laughing about something. I move aside when Payback taps me again on the shoulder. Phoenix makes Miramar laugh and for a moment I think that I might just keel right over. Her laugh makes me want to play the piano, to capture the sound of her in a song.Â
God damn whipped. Get your shit together, man! Best of the best, remember?!
âHi Rooster.â Suddenly Miramarâs in front of me, in that dress, giving me the cutest little wave and shy smile. Oh. Wow. And her mouth is all pink and shiny too. Dress and the lip stuff? I might actually faint.
Phoenix is giving me wide eyes at my delayed response. Oh yeah. Speak.
âHey,â I wave back, dropping my sweaty hand when it looks like a robotic sign of surrender. âHow, ummmmâŠhow are you?âÂ
âIâm great!â She grins, nearly shimmering with excitement. One of her hands rests on my forearm and I look down at it for a second. Has she ever touched my arm before? âI found out that I might get to stay at Top Gun permanently!âÂ
âThatâs great!â It comes out all squeaky, and I revert back to teenager status. She looks so beautiful, all happy and glowing. As soon as she takes her hand back, my arm feels cold. More than anything I want to hold her. Hug her and squeeze her, let everyone see her on my arm as my girl. My woman.Â
âYouâŠthatâsâŠgood for you, and ummm yeahâŠcongrats. Really.â My throat is dry but I have no idea where my beer is. I canât stop the flush that spreads across my cheeks and neck as she smiles at me. She looks like sheâs gonna reach out again but she stops, waits. Câmon Bradshaw. Donât think, just do.Â
Nope, still doesnât work. Usually with women Iâm cool as a cucumber. Iâve never had trouble getting a girl. Most of the time all it takes is a five-minute serenade followed by half a beer and Iâm closing the deal. But this woman is just so special and sheâs looking at me like sheâs waiting for me to say something, anything. I have so many openers right here, speak you idiot! But I just purse my lips and look down to my shoes.Â
âCongrats sweetheart,â a dumbass accent interrupts as Hangman slithers up to her side. âSuch a hard worker, and so pretty too. Arenât we proud of her, Bradshaw?â
Oh hell no. I watch in horror as Hangman wraps his arm around her shoulders. Miramar glances up at me, and it feels like everyone we know is waiting around for my response. But Iâm completely tongue tied and frozen in place. Wait, she likes him?! Of all people, HIM?!
âHey Jake, buy me a drink?â she sighs, her eyes still on me.Â
Since when was he JAKE?!Â
âItâd be my honor. Lead the way, darlinâ.â Hangman lets her turn towards the bar first before he meets my eyes. Heâs challenging me, goading me to do something about this. But with a disappointed shake of his head he pushes past me, wrapping an arm around her waist on the way to the bar.Â
Well this must be what heartbreak feels like. I canât watch this wonderful woman fall for the creepy charm of an evil bastard like Seresin. Hangman is going to use her and hurt her and sheâll never want to be with a pilot again and then Iâll never haveâŠ
âRooster,â Phoenix says loudly, clearly for a second time. âRooster!â
When I focus on her I find a concerned Bob, Fanboy and Payback staring at me over her shoulders. Even Coyote is unamused.Â
âDude, you cannot let that happen,â Payback gestures towards the bar. âYou gotta get in there.âÂ
âShe wants him,â I sigh, looking towards the bar where Miramarâs laughing with Hangman. God I hate him. âI canât compete with him when it comes to her.â
âBullshit!â Bob rarely swears. âShe doesnât want Hangman.â
âWho does she want then?â God, I am so pathetic.Â
âYou, you idiot!â Phoenix smacks me on the side of the head, which fucking hurts. âShe asked me if youâd be here tonight! She always asks about you! Always asks me why you donât talk to her. Asks me why youâve never asked her out. But youâre too chicken shit. So go over there now and do it. Ask her out right now!â
âReally? She asks about me?â I gulp back my fear and look over at the bar. My heart leaps into my throat as I make eye contact with her again. What the actual fuck, is that asshole actually holding her hand?! âBut he already got her.âÂ
Phoenix throws her hands up. Sheâs wrong when she says Iâm the dramatic one but whatever. âFine. Let HANGMAN take the woman youâve been crushing on for months. Let HANGMAN take the one person youâve considered spending more than one night with in years. Let HANGMAN take your dream girl from you.â
Shit. Phoenix is right. Iâm not a second choice, damnit! Not to anyone, especially Hangman. A growl I donât realize I can make comes outta me. Time to do somethinâ about this. My friends are sighing in relief as I stomp away.Â
âHey!â I announce when I reach the bar. Apparently itâs louder than necessary because Miramar jumps and everyone around looks up at me in alarm. Oops. Hangman just smirks at me as he slides his hand up her back. Itâs been a long time since I punched him, and his stupid smug face is overdue for a broken nose.Â
âHey Bradshaw.â He grins. âWant somethinâ?âÂ
I ignore him, looking down at her with a tremble of adrenaline. âCan I talk to you? Ummm, away from him?âÂ
Miramar glances over at Hangman, who winks at her. I take a step towards him but he holds his hands up like he hasnât done a damn thing wrong. Iâm ready to smack that grin off his face. Sheâs watching this bullshit roll out between us, the smallest smile on her lips. âLetâs go outside.âÂ
I lead her to the side of the bar where the fire pit is lit. The sun is starting to set and thereâs a bit of ocean breeze, but thankfully no one is clustered around the fire yet. I donât need an audience for this. I need to be cool. Tell her the truth. Just do it, Bradshaw. But I start out so crazy.Â
âDonât you dare fuck Hangman.â In my head it doesnât sound so dickish but my voice is all growly and I cannot stand the idea of him touching her ever again. âI mean, donât. Donât fuck him. Please.âÂ
She crosses her arms and looks at me sternly. âAnd why not?âÂ
Thereâs more crazy running through my head but Iâm so done with feeling like this. My entire life is about control - my schedule, my health, my work. I fly F-18âs for fucks sake! That takes so much control! What is my fuckinâ problem?
She takes half a step towards me, and it looks like thereâs hope shining in her eyes. Stop thinkinâ so loud, Bradshaw! Just do it! Â
She lets out a shaky breath as I slide my hand across her cheek and kiss her. Itâs soft, tentative. I donât want to push too far and ruin this. But she smiles against my lips, covering that final distance between us. Holy shit! Iâm kissing her. Weâre actually kissing. Us! Kissing! And then my mind goes blank as her mouth opens under mine, and a dormant fire between us flash burns, kisses so hot that everything else fades away.Â
When we break apart she giggles. Her fingers slide across my neck, tracing one of my scars. âTook you long enough.âÂ
âYou wanted this?â I canât understand how I possibly waited for this moment.Â
âYes! I like you, Bradley! I thought I could get your attention by flirting with you or playing volleyball in little shorts or wearing a dress.â She gestures down at her outfit. My hands smooth down her back and over her ribcage, and she makes the most beautiful little whine when I squeeze her waist. She slides her arms around my shoulders, hips pressed against mine. âBut it took the worst to get your attention.âÂ
âAnd whatâs that?â The dress is very distracting. Thereâs little green buttons on the front. I bet I could unloop all of them at once with the right hook of my finger. Kiss all of her beautiful soft skin. I just want to worship her, take her apart, make her mine.
âI got Hangman to help me trap you,â she grins. âActually, it was Phoenix's idea.â
Iâll worry about the buttons later. âWait, what?! Why didnât you just tell me?âÂ
âWhy didnât you tell me?â She looks down at my chest, and for the first time since I met her she looks afraid, which is the last thing I want. I tip her chin up, and show her in kisses how much I want her and how sorry I am that I waited for this.Â
âGod, I canât believe this.â I kiss her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. Her giggles are so fucking cute. âWe shouldâve been doing this the whole time.â
âExactly.â She goes in for another kiss, not letting up until weâre both swaying with the ocean breeze, our hearts racing and breath catching. The tide is coming in under the sunset and the fire beside us is glowing. Itâs romantic as fuck. Like the perfect first kiss, perfect first makeout, perfect first us. My hands have slid from her waist to her ass all on their own and she whimpers a little as I kiss down her neck.
âI adore you,â I say before I realize words are even coming out of me.Â
Her entire body kinda melts against mine and she looks so damn happy. And I love that I did that. Her fingers bunch up in my hair and damn it feels good. âI like you so much, Bradley. I feel like a teenage girl with a crush, all smitten and twitterpated.â
Iâm grinning like an idiot as she keeps rambling. Itâs adorable.
âYouâre funny and smart. So brave. And I love your mustache,â she teases, running a finger over it and then across my top lip.Â
âYou like it?â Finally my nerves have chilled out and I feel like I can actually flirt with her. âMaybe you can ride it later.â
Wow. I just said that. What the fuck, Bradshaw. No chill after all.Â
We look at each other with wide eyes, but sheâs not pulling away.Â
âFuck, Iâm sorry,â I laugh cuz I really am an idiot.Â
âDonât be,â she straight purrs. Holy fuck, the fire between us is gonna light up the whole beach. âIâd like that.âÂ
âGod, you are the most amazing woman in the world.â I pull her closer, connecting our lips again. We should probably go back to my place but I donât want to move from this spot. Iâm not ready to stop kissing her, not even long enough to drive home.
Thankfully the circle around the fire pit is still vacant, although I know our friends will come spy on us soon. I slide down onto one of the beach chairs and pull her into my lap. I always imagined that sheâd be this perfect, this responsive, this smokinâ hot. When she whispers my name, I realize I am completely, idiotically, 100% head over heels in love with this woman.Â
As the fire burns in the circle before us, I kiss her over and over. No more time for thinking. We have a lot to make up for.Â
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Lana yet again runs into her ex, Bradley, and sparks fly once more. Theyâve done this song and dance before, and itâs never gone anywhere apart from the bedroom. But maybe this time will be different. Or is that just âwishful drinkingâ?
WC:Â This does contain smut and semi public sex!!! So beware of that if youâre not interested in reading that!Â
A/N: So, if you donât listen to country, this song is inspired by Ingrid Andress and Sam Huntâs song, âWishful Drinkingâ. It struck a cord with me and I had an idea almost immediately! Also, a FOREVER thank you to @evansrogerskittenâ for being the best editor, even when itâs not easy and you have to tell me to add WAY more to perfect it! Iâm so glad I have your expertise and Iâm thankful for your friendship that came along with your amazing editing skills.
It is a regular Friday evening rush at the Hard Deck. Lana, the young bartender Penny hired years ago, has agreed to come in on her night off to help Penny with the evening rush. Lana isnât sure about giving up part of her Friday night, but Penny has offered free drinks for her the rest of the night which makes all the pouring drinks worth it. Lana has intended to meet some friends after work anyway, so itâs easy to convince them to drink at The Hard Deck as well. Tonight is a perfect night to do so. The Hard Deck is full of young aviators, their dates, and friends.
Penny glances over at her and smiles, âLana, can you tell Jimmy to change the Bud Light keg for me?â
Lana agrees and goes in search to find Jimmy. She and her friends normally avoid the Hard Deck because of her job, but also because of all the Naval Aviators that come in on a regular basis. Rather, the certain Naval Aviators that come in, her ex included. But it is inevitable tonight. After finding Jimmy Lana finds herself behind the bar again. When asked for a draft she waits for Jimmy to change it before pouring it. She smiles up at her customer and pushes a full Bud Light pint at him and wipes down the bar as he leaves.
Penny comes up behind her. âI so appreciate you coming in, Lana. Like I said, free drinks for you tonight! You can get out of here in the next twenty minutes or so. Itâs calming down now, and Jacob said heâll come in for the rest of the shift!â
âSure thing, Pen.â Lana nods and continues to wipe down the bar, glancing around at the rowdy group of patrons. She loves working at The Hard Deck. It is always bustling, and she makes good money here. Granted, some of the faces are familiar after a while but that is the fun of the job. The only problem is the visiting aviators.
Lana is restocking some of the liquor and refilling the ice bins when her friends come into the bar. She smiles and motions them over to a table.
âYouâre not going to believe who just waltzed into this bar right before us!â Her friend Jess squeals at her.
Lana glances around but can already feel the goosebumps on her arms starting to raise. âWho?â But right as she says it, she sees him from across the bar. Her ex, Bradley Bradshaw, is with a group of familiar regulars. Right about now Lana wishes she is just about anywhere but here. Right as she goes to look away, he looks up, right at her and a small smile crosses his mustached face. She looks away and shakes her head to get him out of her thoughts.
Jess smiles at her sweetly and mouths âBradleyâ even though Lana is trying to change the subject. âRight, anyway. What are you girls drinking?â
Lanaâs ex shows up every few years and it is never awkward, just not a good idea. They have hooked up a few times since initially breaking up, and it never ends well. Not badly, but nothing has ever come of it after that. Lana and Bradley had broken up for irreconcilable differences. He is career-oriented, and she is a free spirit.
In the background, she hears someone mess with the jukebox and âWishful Drinkingâ starts to play in the background over all the ruckus of the bar. She smiles to herself, the song always reminds her of Bradley.
Five years ago. Lana remembers fondly one of the last nights they had spent before they had broken up. She was studying for her Business Management exams and she was beyond stressed. He got home earlier than usual and walked straight into one of her common freak outs about school that were normally witnessed by her laptop alone.
He walked straight over to her, shut her laptop, lifted her into his arms from the chair and hugged her tight. She inhaled the combination of sweat and cologne on his flight suit and instantly her day felt better already.
âStop stressin, darlin. You got this. You know you do. I know you do. Take a break and spend some time with meâŠâ
Right there in the kitchen, after dinner and almost a full bottle of wine, he pulled her back to him and they danced and laughed for hours. The Sam Hunt station playing over the Alexa. No stress. No school. No work. Just the two of them and the intense feelings they felt towards each other but hadnât yet fully expressed.
After being pulled from her memories she takes her friendsâ drink orders, and some shit about being in the same place as her Bradley. Lana goes behind the bar to mix their drinks. She is halfway through mixing them when Penny comes behind her. âYou can get outta here, if you want, kiddo. Jacob just got here, and I see your friends!â
âOkay, Iâll clock out.â Lana smiles at Penny as she starts a tab for her friends. She runs the drinks and then comes back to clock out when a familiar voice from behind her catches her attention.
âBusy tonight, darlin?â She smiles to herself but keeps her face neutral as she turns back to her ex boyfriend, Bradley Bradshaw.
âDarlin? Who you callinâ âdarlinâ, Bradshaw?â She grabs a wet towel and wipes down the bar in front of him. âWhatâll it be, Lieutenant?â She stares him down playfully and he sizes her up and down like he hasnât seen her in years. Which, now that she is thinking about it, he hasnât. The last time they had seen each other was at least three years ago.
He seems to appreciate what he is seeing as he looks back up into her eyes. âI think weâre keeping it simple tonight. Iâll take five drafts of whateverâs cheapest, Lana.â Smiling, Lana turns to grab them but a hand on her waist freezes her in her spot as Jacob, the other bartender, comes up behind her.
She canât help but notice Bradleyâs eyes narrow and hands ball into a fist at the sight of Jacobâs hand on her hip as he moves around her. âIâll grab those for ya, itâs her off time! See you later, Lana?â
Lananods at Jacob and then fake salutes Bradley who grins at her before she comes out from behind the bar. She goes over to her friends who shriek at the small contact sheâs had with Bradley already. She sips at her drinks but canât help but keep him partially in her eyesight, and he does the same.
As the night goes on the two groups end up slowly growing closer together. Lanaâs friends are less than discreet as they attempt to make friends with the aviators in Bradleyâs group. Lana rolls her eyes at them, thinking that they seriously need to chill. She knows how her and Bradleyâs little song and dance goes. Theyâll end up together somehow.
When her friends succeed in merging the two parties, and Bradley ends up leaning against the pool table beside her, sheâs not surprised at all.
When she looks over heâs looking down at her. Their height difference is obvious when theyâre next to each other like this. âSo, you still work here, huh?â She smiles at his attempt at small talk and takes a sip of her mixed drink before looking up at him.
âSame place Iâve worked for the past few years. Good tips and great times canât be beat. Plus, every once in a while, I get to run into some old friends.â She winks playfully at him and nudges his shoulder slightly as he grins at her. âPenny is the best boss Iâve ever had, so that definitely keeps me around.â
âSo, you can stay in one place longer than a month. Interesting.â He says it playfully, but she can tell thereâs a little bit of resentment in there as well. Part of the reason they broke up was because she wanted to travel and see the world. Lana didnât want to do long-distance. They had both hated to break up because theyâd been so damn good together.
She remembers the last fight they had. âWhat do you mean you want to travel more? You donât travel anywhere now as it is, how can you travel more?!â, Bradley yelled. The line hurt her, but she kept her face neutral. âI donât get this Lana, you want to break up because weâre too good together and it scares you! Just admit it!â Lana hated when Bradley yelled at her, but heâd never been so passionate about it.
âI wonât admit that because itâs not true! I just think after school I want to travel and see the world and youâll never leave North Island as long as thereâs planes to fly here! Thatâs just a simple fact, Bradley! Why donât you get that? You have this amazing job and youâve already achieved so much and seen so much! And thatâs amazing. Iâm proud of you! But I havenât done that, Bradley. Iâve seen and done NOTHING outside of school!â
Bradley sighed and reached over to take her hand but she pulled it away to make a point. âHoney, you can go see and do things and I'll be right here. LanaâŠI lo-â
Immediately she stood from the table and held up a hand, halting his statement. âPlease donât. Please donât say that right now and make this harder than it has to be. Weâve only been dating like eight monthsâŠ.â
She had been terrified of her feelings for Bradley. They had come hard and fast and had obliterated her when sheâd had to leave him. And the worst part? Lana hadnât even traveled much. She went to England for a week but got homesick and came right back home. And then sheâd felt sheâd done it all for nothing. But her feelings for Bradley hadnât changed even through all of that, and apparently neither had his.
They prove that pretty much every single time they get back together. They always site dumb things like âseeking closureâ and âcuriosityâ when they hook up but they both know it is something more than that. They are just never sure what it is.
âYeah well, I can stick around if thereâs good money involved.â Lana jokes right back at him. Sheâs hoping itâll get better being around him because right now itâs a little heavy.
For a few moments itâs quiet as they watch their respective friends mingle with each other. Lana takes the final sip of her mixed drink and shakes the empty glass in her hands. âRefill time.â She can feel the tension dissolve with each step she takes away from him. Penny already has another mixed drink waiting by the time she gets to the bar and for that sheâs thankful.
Lana takes a long drink, closing her eyes as she does. But a brush of fabric against her bare arm has her opening her eyes to look at Bradley taking the spot next to her. âIâm sorry, forâŠsaying that. It was my attempt at a poor joke.â
Lana smiles at him because she knows heâd never be cruel on purpose, it just wasnât in his nature. âItâs all good, Bradley. I know. Weâre good.â He smiles down at her and she canât help but notice the proximity of them. His hand dangling at his side is practically touching her bare hip where her sundress stops covering her leg.
âYou know, itâs getting lateâŠ.â She grins up at him as she sips at her drink, silently observing his attempt at being flirty. Heâs turned more towards her now as he says it and she can tell he wants to reach out and touch her in some way. She can see it in his eyes and sheâs sure he can see it in hers.
She nods after a moment, and gently tugs at the bottom of his Hawaiian shirt to close the small distance between them. Sheâs hoping heâll get the hint that sheâs fine with where this is going. âVery observant, Bradshaw. It is getting pretty late.â She waits for him to say something else, but he seems hesitant on what to say next. His mouth opens and closes a few times. They both know where this goes, but they always end up there anyway.
âYou know,â Lana starts, slowly drawing it out. âIâve had quite a bit to drink. Think you can give me a ride home?â She watches his entire face break out into a huge grin of accomplishment as she takes the straw into her mouth once more and chugs the last part of her drink.
Bradley reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys. âIâd hate any lady to drive home under the influence. Iâm parked at the back of the lot, wanna finish your drink?â Thatâs when he notices that sheâs already finished it and is setting the glass on the bar once more. âNeed to close out your tab?â
Lana reaches over and taps the counter to get Pennyâs attention subtly and smiles. âAm I good to go?â Penny gives her a thumbs up before getting distracted by Lana and Bradleyâs rambunctious friends. She turns back to him and smiles. âReady?â
Bradley nods at her and subtly snakes his arm around her waist as they exit the bar, steadying her even more. His hand has part of her sundress bunched under it and it sends goosebumps up her arms and down her legs a little. She smiles as he points to the very back of the lot where the Bronco sits in all its glory. They make their way to it as the parking lot gets darker the farther they get from the bar. Itâs quieter out here as well.
Lana realizes she actually has had quite a bit to drink when she stumbles slightly, but his arm around her waist refuses to let her fall. When they get to the passenger side of the Bronco, Bradley whirls her around and his hands easily grab her waist before picking her up and slamming her gently against the passenger side door.
Her lips connect to his as her legs wrap tightly around his waist. His hands roam up her dress as their tongues mingle together in a tango of push and pull to see who will win. Sheâs smiling against his lips as his hands find her breasts over her dress. He caresses them lovingly as her hands grip tightly at his shoulders and curl into his hair.
When their lips break, Bradley immediately attacks her neck with kisses and nibbles. Lana looks up at the perfect stars in the sky. Lana canât force herself to stop this. The fire between her and Bradley is perfect, every single time. Their bodies know exactly what the other needs. She giggles as he nips at her neck, and she grabs his cheeks softly and pulls his head over to look into her eyes. âWe should get in the truck, so weâre less in the open?â
Bradley nods slowly and reaches over, opening the door for her and gently puts her down on the seat. âStay right there.â He jokes to her. She grins with excitement as he closes the door behind her. He practically runs around the truck as she tries to calm her breathing down but the second he gets in the truck heâs reaching for her again.
âCome here.â Â
Lana climbs over the seats and into his lap, immediately connecting their mouths again. She thinks to herself how lucky it is that she has decided to wear the little blue sundress she loves so much as Bradley reaches down to unbutton his pants. Heâs rushing and she knows why. Theyâve both waited for this all night, since they first clocked eyes with each other. And if Lana was being true with herself, sheâd been waiting for years.
Lana puts a hand on Bradleyâs chest which makes him hesitate but she smiles before taking over for his hands. âHere, let me.â She unbuttons his pants slower, letting the intensity build before she unzips them slowly to make him wait.
âGod I love when you take control, Lana.â Bradley is eager to be inside her and she can feel him hard in his boxers.
Lana smiles as she lifts her hips just enough that he can pull his pants partially down. He practically yanks them down as he says, âI canât wait much longer.â
Once free, his length springs from his boxers. âJesus, Bradley.â She moans it as she positions herself immediately because sheâs just as impatient as he is. When Lana lowers herself down on him she hisses at the remembrance of him from the last time. Bradley fills her completely, not too much, just enough. He gently leans the seat back more as she adjusts to his size before she decides to move.
Lana finds a tempo that works for them, starting out slowly but building. Theyâre both too impatient to let this go on for too long. It occurs to her after a few thrusts that theyâve neglected a condom, but she wonât stop now. They find a faster rhythm and she can feel herself unraveling on top of him.
âYou feel so good, honey.â He says, practically ripping a moan straight from her. His answering moan is her undoing.
Lana is lost for a moment in the pure pleasure of it all but just as she thinks Bradley is about to finish he grabs her hips and lifts her off of him, coming all over her thighs. She climbs over to the passenger seat as they both breath heavily.
âCan you hand me the work-out towel in the backseat?â Bradley points behind him with his eyes closed. He glances at her for a second and his pupils are practically blown with happiness.
Lana reaches back and grabs the towel before handing it to him. He cleans himself up and offers her the towel for her to clean herself up as well. When sheâs done cleaning her thighs she then chucks the towel back in the backseat.
âWellâŠ. I guess we knew that was going to happen.â She says quietly but the second she does they both share a look before bursting out laughing.
Lana isnât wrong, they both knew they would end up here. Ever since theyâd broken up, they always end up getting back together in some sense. And as the years go on, she isnât even really sure why they had broken up in the first place. It is drunken nights like this where the lines of reality and fiction blur for both of them. Nights like this make them both think maybe they are possible again.
Bradley is career-oriented, sure. But is that really a deal-breaker? As Lana thinks this to herself, he looks over at her and smiles as he pulls his pants up. âWant to watch a movie or something? Iâm sure our friends think we both left anyway.â
Lana smiles back at him and shrugs.
Should she? No.
Will she? Absolutely.
âYeah, sure, a movie does sound pretty good.â She buckles up as Bradley starts the Bronco and soon, theyâre on the road. They pull up to a house thatâs dimly lit with the porch light on that is his rental until this detachment heâs on is up. He helps her out of the car and to the porch but once the door is unlocked, Bradley pushes Lana up against the back of the door with a hard kiss. They make it to his bedroom this time.
The next morning comes all too early. Lana rolls onto her side and stiffens as she realizes thereâs someone beside her. The night rushes back to her and she silently groans to herself quietly, âIdiot.â
Bradley Bradshaw might always be her weakness. Lana opens her eyes and sees that heâs fast asleep on his stomach with his head turned away from her. She rolls to the side of the bed as quietly as she can and rubs at her eyes. Her clothes are strewn throughout the bedroom and sheâs trying to find an exit strategy when Bradley rolls over behind her.
âIs this the part where you stay, and we make breakfast and talk like friends? Or is it the part where you try to sneak off while Iâm asleep and we donât talk again until the next time we run into each other?â
Lana smiles to herself and looks over her shoulder to him. âWell, that depends,â He raises an eyebrow at her, asking her to continue with his eyes. âWhich were you hoping for? Cause most people normally hope their one-night stands are gone by morning.â
Bradley groans and rolls onto his side. Lana notices that heâs bulked up quite a bit since the last time sheâs seen him. âCome on, Lana, you know damn well youâre not a one-night stand.â He reaches over and touches the small of her back as he says this, and she inhales deeply at his soft touch.
Lana lets out a sarcastic laugh and grabs the sheet to cover herself more before turning back to him. âYeah, Bradley? Then what exactly am I to you? Because this keeps happening, and weâve never established what that means to either of us. So, if Iâm not a one-night stand or a hook-up for convenienceâs sake, what am I?â She says it quietly, and tries to hide the hurt in her voice but she canât quite accomplish it.
Bradley watches her face for a few seconds after sheâs done speaking and Lana can see the gears in his head working overtime to come up with an answer. It hurts Bradley that sheâs upset. âI know that all of that is true. But I also know you mean more to me than some one-night stand. I know that I care for you. And itâs nights like last night that make me wonder why we even broke up in the first place.â
Lanaâs eyes narrow slightly, shocked to hear him say this. A shot of adrenaline shoots through her veins. âYou think that too?â
He lets out a laugh as she says it and she worries maybe heâs said it just to say it.
âYeah, I do. I mean, I know that we broke up, and sometimes while weâre hooking up, I tell myself itâs for closure. But I think you and I both know there wonât be closure from a situation like ours.â Bradley sighs. âWe were great together. And it doesnât make any sense why we broke up. Can you think of a reason, a real reason, that we broke up other than our schedules?â
Lana opens and closes her mouth a few times before realizing heâs right. Theyâd broken up because Bradley was always training and when he wasnât doing that she was working. But that was back at Top Gun for him, and college for Lana. Both of their schedules had calmed down since then.
Bradley lets out another laugh and points at her. âSo, you canât think of a reason. Yeah, me either! So why not just, I dunno, try it again? See where it goes this time? I mean, itâll be like hopping back on a bike, we already know the basics! Right?â She smiles at him as he stares at her challengingly.
Part of Lana is scared but thatâs the only part that wants to tell him no. She hasnât really dated since Bradley, and thereâs probably a reason for that. He had been exactly what she had been looking for her entire life, and he probably still is. She canât really think of any reasons why this couldnât work again.
âI think Iâm ready for another round of me and you,â Lana grins. Â Bradley chuckles before grabbing her arms and pulling her over to him.
âGood, then itâs settled! Youâre my gal, again.â
Lana is hopeful that this time, she stays Bradleyâs forever.
