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onlyvrse · 2 years

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great balls of fire!

“rooster! who’s the pretty lady?”

“my girlfriend, actually.”

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x female!reader

genre: fluff, smut, crack? kind of idk phoenix and bob banter

summary: in which your boyfriend, bradley finally takes you to meet his fellow top gun aviators, the ones that he tolerates, at least.

warnings: explicit language, smut, unprotected sex (not recommended), dirty talk, oral m! and f! receiving, mild degrading, bradley has a bit of a title kink, also a needy boy, soft!dom bradley

a/n: always in lower caps :) your honour i am deeply in love with this man. um, first time writing smut lol don’t be mean if it’s bad, all i have to go off are the ones that i’ve read pfff. also i have no idea how to pace fanfics, so there u go. it's also like a good 2.3k words before the smut tho.

also i usually go back over my fics to proofread/add anything if i think something’s off with the pacing. so if you notice any changes that’d be why :)

word count: 3.7k

written listening to: great balls of fire - live by miles teller + love is a bitch by two feet bc.. yk

this is purely a work of fiction

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you were situated in-front of the mirror of your shared bedroom, smoothing out lines that weren’t even present on your dress; you watch as the tall man behind you suddenly wraps his arms around your waist. “baby,” he mumbles, kissing along your shoulder towards your neck. “hi, roos.” you coo, letting your hands find his hair and tangling your fingers in his dark locks. “y’look good.” he compliments, muffled by his face being buried in the crook of your neck. spinning around to face him, rubbing your hands up and down his large arms, “do i now?” you inquire, and you laugh as his hand meets your ass swiftly before he envelops you in a kiss, taking you by surprise for a second time. you hum before kissing him back, your hands now on both sides of his face as he deepens the kiss, letting his tongue inside your mouth as he groans softly, hands dancing along the small of your back. you pull away, letting your forehead rest against his, “roos, we’re gonna be late, baby.” he grunts in defiance, kissing you again before lifting you up- and instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist as your lips crash against each other again as he kisses you desperately, his teeth tugging against your bottom lip. “roos,” you mewl, “hm?” he asks, planting open-mouthed kisses down your jaw to your neck. “roos! we’re gonna be late.” you state again, and he sighs deeply before letting you down, muttering a “fiiiineee,” as he lets his head hang down like a child in defeat.

you giggle at his antics, looking back in the mirror as you see your dress has hiked up over your underwear, another harsh smack meeting your ass before you can pull the hem down.

“bradley!”

you hear his laughter reverberate down the hallway, smiling to yourself as you fix your appearance for hopefully, the final time.

the drive there is short, much shorter than expected- actually. you had no idea the hard deck was so close to your shared home. bradley lets himself out before jogging to your side of the car, opening the door for you and extending a hand “ma’am,” he says proudly, shit-eating-grin on his face as you take his hand, “lieutenant.” and you watch as he stiffens up, closing the car door before pinning you against it, “c’mon you can’t do that to me, you know what that does to me darlin’, ‘s not too late to go home y’know?” he states, letting his head fall to your shoulder- his breathing heavier, you giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck, before ducking and slipping out from under his arms and heading to the door, you hear a defeated groan from behind you before the sound of the car locking soon after.

the sound of music erupts from the bar, chatter and laughter lingering in the air along with the smell of alcohol and sweat. weird mixture, but it was a bar after all. you spot the group of who you assume to be who your boyfriend was intending on introducing you to, watching as a blonde man in uniform gets three bullseyes in a row, even if on the last shot his eyes are covered by the darker man next to him. bradley isn’t far behind you, his hand resting on the small of your back as he finally catches up, “you’re gonna regret that when we get home.” “fine by me, lieutenant.” “you little-”

“rooster!” a voice calls out, and you both turn your heads into the direction it's coming from, a female with dark hair styled into a really neat bun, holy shit, how is it that neat? “phoenix,” rooster smiles, but her hand collides with his stomach and he leans forward, clutching at it, “that’s for earlier today.” he winces and your hands land on his back, rubbing soft circles on it as you bite your lip in attempts not to laugh. “oh, fuck! you’re y/n!” you nod, finally letting your laughter get the best of you as you pat your boyfriends back, watching as he straightens up to his full height again. “you’re great at first impressions, trace.” your boyfriend remarks, “you know it!” she chirps in return, your eyes wandering to the litter of badges on her shirt. “now! how in the hell, did rooster get you?” she says, nudging your boyfriends arm as his cheeks seem to turn a dark red. he shrugs coyly as he pushes his aviators up the bridge of his nose “the navy pilot charm.” phoenix sputters out into laughter, “yeah alright, bradshaw, calm it down she’s all yours. he doesn’t shut up about you, by the way,” she says, her laughter slowly subsiding. “oh? is that so bradley?” he bites the inside of his cheek at your question, nodding as you make eye contact with him, “good things i hope,” you continue, smiling at the girl before you two. “oh always, y/n this, y/n that, he adores you, maybe a tad bit too much.” she laughs, sharing a knowing look between the two of you as you tip toe to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“c’mon! let’s get you lovebirds some drinks.”

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you get to know phoenix over a few beers, bob joining you with a can of coke as your boyfriend opts for just a glass of bourbon as he’s to drive you both home at the end of the night. “god, that’s how you two met? who knew bradshaw was such a romantic?” “yeah, yeah, guess i’m not taking it to the grave anymore” he remarks, planting a kiss to the top of your head before finishing off the last of his drink. phoenix leans in closer, “has he sung to you?” you take a second to relish the question, eyes squinting in confusion as she looks at you in disbelief. “rooster! you’ve serenaded this bar countless times but you’ve never sung to your own girlfriend! get fucked!” she exclaims, punching his arm lightly as you look up at him, “in my defence, we don’t own a piano. or a guitar, or any instrument, in fact.” “you can sing?” “yes ma’am.” he states proudly, smiling at you as he rubs your arm, “c’mere,” he mumbles, pulling you in for a deep kiss as phoenix playfully covers bob’s eyes from the sight, his hands quick to swat hers away, “i'm not a child,” he mutters under his breath, shoving a few more peanuts into his mouth as all three of you laugh. “why’ve you never sung to me, roos?” you question, a playful lilt in your voice as you place your hand on his chest. he scratches the back of his neck, “shy?” he sounds like he’s asking himself and you giggle.

“rooster! who's the pretty lady?” a booming voice interrupts your laughter, causing you and bradley to turn to the blonde man you had seen before playing darts.

“my girlfriend, actually.”

“as i live and breathe, bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, has a girlfriend!” he exclaims, almost shocked. you roll your eyes at the remark, not bothering to be polite to the man in-front of you. “she’s got an attitude i'll tell you that, bradshaw. are you truly content with him, sweetheart? i am pretty good myself, very good, in fact.” you fake-smile at him before downing the rest of your beer, “dunno, they do call him rooster, s’gotta be for a reason right? ‘m pretty sure i know why. thanks for your concern, ken doll. but i'm more than content with roos, very content, in fact.” phoenix stares at you in disbelief, as does your boyfriend, mouth ajar at the comment you’d just made to the aviator standing before you. he rubs a hand over his mouth, mostly to stop himself from laughing as he waits for hangman to continue, “ahem- well. the little lady said it ‘erself. i’ll leave you be.” he says, voice quieting down towards the end of his sentence as he raises his beer to the four of you, he doesn’t walkaway without flashing you a million dollar smile and a wink, though. “what was that?” bradley asks, spinning you around to face him, “what was what?” you ask innocently as his hand rests under your chin. “fuck, i love you.” he says endearingly before kissing you, hard. “mm, i love you too.” you hum.

“guys, bob is still here!” “shut up phoenix!”

you giggle as you pull away, watching phoenix try not to lose her shit at bob complaining about him being the ‘baby of the group’ when he’s one of the best weapon systems officers that topgun’s ever seen. “okay! okay, okay, bob, robert floyd, i deeply apologise.” phoenix says between laboured breaths, trying her best not to laugh again, her hand on her heart as he throws a peanut at her.

your boyfriend shifts from his spot standing behind you, and you quip an eyebrow at him. “c’mere.” he says, holding his hand out for you to grab, which you do- gladly.

you follow him to the jukebox, still confused as he reaches for the plug, pulling it from the wall. you gasp as the bar around you erupts into complaint, “roos? what’re you-” “shh, shh, c’mere, trust me.” he says, hand still in yours as he leads you towards the old stand-up piano in the middle of the bar. he sits on the stool, patting his thigh for you to sit as he lets his fingers seemingly dance along the keys, playing what to you, looked like random notes, but sounded like pure bliss. you look around as phoenix, bob, and two other men unknown to you join on the right side of the piano, you raise an eyebrow at phoenix as she mouths “just wait for it.”

four consecutive chords play.

“you shake my nerves ‘nd you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane,”

you giggle as he begins to sing, watching as he pushes his aviators up onto his face again properly. he’s unashamedly, bashfully himself. you watch the veins in his neck protrude as the people around you begin to recognise the song, and you do too. you remember the late nights of him talking about a vague memory of being sat on the top of a piano when he was younger, his father, mother and maverick singing along with his dads playing.

“you broke my will! oh, what a thrill! goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

the mix of the four people next to the piano is the loudest, but you can hear the mix of everyone else in the bar’s voices singing along to your boyfriend’s rendition of the old song. your laughter never ceases, watching the man in-front of you sing his heart out, smiling beautifully as he’s doing so.

“kiss me baby!”

you do, and he fake shudders.

“ooh, that feels good baby.”

you laugh, loudly, throwing your head back as you toy with the hairs on the back of his neck as he continues to play.

“i wanna love you like a lover should,” he winks at you, “you’re fine! y’so kind! i’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”

this was the man you fell in love with, hawaiian shirt and all, having just pulled the plug from a jukebox in a packed bar and made the two of you the centre of attention. you wouldn’t have it any other way. you laughter never ceases, joining your boyfriend in the lyrics you’d picked up on as he smiles at you, bobbing his head along with the song.

“i chew my nails ‘nd i twiddle my thumbs, i get nervous but it sure is fun, c’mon baby! you’re driving me crazy! goodness gracious great balls of fire!”

you hear phoenix, bob and the other two men howl as he breaks into a piano solo, dragging his fingers along the old ivory keys so effortlessly- you fall more in love with him, if that’s even possible. he sings another verse, you attempting to sing a long but get interrupted by your own bashful laughter, planting numerous kisses on his cheek and forehead.

“goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

he finishes off with four chords, motioning for you to stand as the bar begins to chant his name.

“rooster! rooster! rooster! rooster!”

he brings you close, now standing with you, spinning you around before dipping you and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. the bar erupts into howls, entertained by the little show he’d put on. he bows, fixing his aviators again before he throws you over his shoulder, making sure to hold the hem of your dress down so no one else sees what's for his eyes only. “rooster!” you yelp, laughing as you make eye contact with phoenix and bob. the two salute you away jokingly as bradley begins to walk the two of you out of the bar. “hangman,” your boyfriend nods, and you lift your head to look at the defeated blonde man nodding back at him as you’re being carried away.

your feet touch the ground once you’ve exited the bar, your back against the bronco you’d arrived in as your boyfriend is quick to plant kisses along your neck, “roos,” you sigh, hands reaching up to grab at his hair, you pull slightly as his tongue flicks over your weak point, he groans before kissing you, opening your mouth to let him in as his hands feverishly dance along your body, grabbing at every inch of you that he can. “roos.” you say through heavy breaths, “yes, darlin’?”

“take me to bed or lose me forever.”

he beams instantly. “yes ma’am.”

he’s quick to start up the bronco, and your hands are all over him the drive home.

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he parks swiftly in the driveway, and you let your hands linger over the tent in his denim pants, giggling at how he reacts to your touch. you palm him through his jeans, relishing in the noises he makes as his head is thrown back against the seat, “please, baby,” he groans, and who are you to deny? you’re quick to unbuckle his jeans, teasing him through his boxers as a choked moan leaves him “stop teasing, doll.” he whispers, hands coming to bundle your hair into a makeshift pony tail as you let his cock spring free, hitting his abdomen as you do so. as soon as your tongue makes contact with the tip, his hips buck into your mouth, you place a hand on his firm thigh. “easy, lieutenant.” you warn, before taking him entirely, he moans out a “fuck,” as you continue to bob your head up and down his length, tracing your tongue against the prominent veins, heavy panting coming from the man above you. you take your time before teasing the tip of his cock, licking at the slit delicately and you feel his thighs tense under your hand, trying not to thrust up into your mouth again. he lets your hair go before lifting your head by your chin, kissing you softly, tucking himself back into his pants before speaking.

“s’enough, baby- wanna be inside you.”

as soon as you two are out of the car, your back is pinned to your front door, bradley is kissing you like you’re the only thing he knows- which in this moment, is more than true. “you taste like bourbon, roos,” you giggle, holding him tighter, “’nd i wanna taste you,” he gruffs, kissing you hungrily, fumbling for the keys in his hand as he unlocks the door, miraculously, without taking his lips off of you. as soon as the door is closed behind you, your feet are off the ground and wrapped around his waist, his hand behind your head in case he runs into anything in his lustful state.

you’re thrown onto the bed, watching as your boyfriend quickly strips himself of his shirt and jeans, leaving him clad in boxers as he chuckles softy watching you marvel at his physique, “y’so pretty, roos.” your voice comes out in barely a whisper. it’s not long before he’s hovering over you, peppering kisses from your jaw to your collarbone, delicately helping you out of your tight dress, throwing it somewhere in the dark room, leaving you in just lacy black underwear. “’nd so are you, my love.” you whimper at the comment, moreso at the sudden contact of his lips against your lower stomach. he’s kissing at your hips, your inner thighs anywhere but where you need him most. “roos,” you somehow manage to get out a strangled moan, “yes, darlin’?” “stop being gentle.” he raises his head from between your legs before sending you a goofy grin, “yes ma’am.”

before you have a second to process, his fingers have hooked your underwear to the side and he’s lapping at your cunt like a man starved. your hands reach for his hair tugging as you grind against his face for more friction, letting out breathy whimpers. “s’good for me, baby” he mumbles into your heat, and the vibrations send shivers throughout your body. he sucks at your clit harshly and it causes your back to arch in response, letting out a choked moan of “fuck, jus’ like that lieutenant,” which causes him to grind against the bed, moaning at the name as he’s desperate for any sort of friction. it’s not long before you feel the knot in your stomach building up, yearning for release, “m’close, roos.” you breathe out, and you gasp when a finger enters your hole, followed by another one soon after. “fuck, rooster!” you cry out, back arching violently off of the bed as you chase your high that came much faster than anticipated. “c’mon baby, i've got you.” he says, never relenting in his pace as your thighs begin to tremble, closing in around his head, he prevents this with a harsh grip on your right thigh. your orgasm ripples through you euphorically, crying out a chant of his name as he guides you through your high.

he’s kissing your neck now, biting, sucking, licking- doing everything he can to make a mark on you, let everyone know that you’re his, and his only. your hands are tangled in his hair, pulling every time he sucks or licks at your sweet spot. “when’re you gonna fuck me, lieutenant?” you whimper out, and he halts his movements completely before flipping you onto your stomach, and practically ripping your underwear off of you. you yelp at the sudden movement change, his hands grabbing at your hips to pull you against flush against his erect cock, you don’t know when he had the time to strip out of his boxers, and you barely have time to process yet again as you scream when he bottoms out inside of you, a deep groan coming from behind you as you let your head fall to the mattress as he ruts into you at an ungodly pace. the feeling never fails to take you by surprise, no matter how long he spends prepping you, it’s always the same blissful stretch. “always s’tight, baby. this what you wanted, doll?” he mutters from behind you, grabbing at your hair to create another makeshift pony tail. “asked you a question, doll. or are ya’ too cockdumb to speak?” he pulls you flush against him, your back arching at an angle that shouldn’t be possible. “y-yes, fuck- wanted this s’bad roos.” you stutter out, mind going blank as his thick length stuffs you full. “good girl,” he praises, placing kisses down your spine as he hammers into you, with no sign of stopping. “always s’pretty when you’re like this, baby.” he coos, letting go of your hair, a hand placed on the small of your back as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly. you’re barely able to speak, mouth ajar and eyes rolling into the back of your head as he hit a spot inside you that you didn’t even know existed before you’d met him. you hear a low chuckle from behind you, “gettin’ fucked so good you can’t even speak, huh?” he asks, a smack meeting your ass as you yelp in response, mumbling a weak and stuttered “yes” through your constant moans. his hips smacking into your ass as the sounds that fill the room are full of skin-slapping and laboured moans and whimpers.

“m’gonna cum again, roos, shit-” your sentence is cut short from the second orgasm taking you by surprise, your body going limp, expecting to fall but bradley’s free hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him once more. your walls suck him in and his pace begins to falter, groaning lowly as you clench and spasm around him. “m’with you baby, gonna fill you up, takin’ me so well.” you moan at the comment, grabbing for his hand that’s wrapped around your waist as he finishes with a few more deep thrusts, making sure to get every last bit of it inside you.

you both collapse onto the bed, he kisses your temple, “always s’good for me, baby.” “back at you, lieutenant.” you giggle as he pulls out, smacking your ass before he struts to the bathroom, your laughter doesn't cease as you watch him back his ass out of the bathroom door, giving you a little show before bringing back a damp towel. “here, ‘lemme clean you up.” he flips you over, watching his seed drip out of your swollen cunt, you gasp when he puts a finger inside of you again, “roos!” you cry out, “m’sensitive.” he kisses your belly, “sorry baby, couldn’t help it.” he laughs, cleaning you off and him as well before returning the towel to the bathroom.

when he returns you’re already bundled up in the covers, eyes fluttering shut. you notice his presence, and open up the covers so he can slip in beside you. you hum, climbing into his embrace, your head resting on top of his chest- listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. he traces his fingers along your back, drawing patterns you can’t make out. he starts softly humming a song you don’t know, and you snuggle in closer, kissing his chest before letting your eyes close- smiling to yourself as you let yourself fall asleep to the sound of boyfriends gentle humming.

you make a mental note to buy your boyfriend a piano.

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