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ATTENTION ROOSTER NATION!!!!!! okay so im looking for this fic about rooster where yn's call sign is rebel and mav's daughter and they were like super close and rooster like ghosted her after mac pulled his paper. flash forward to now they meet again and slowly reconcile and shes super close w coyote. anyway someone please help bc i cant find it

Getting to hear bradley’s feelings is amazing, a lot of writers only focus on the readers pov!!!

this was soul crushing

We're on this together...(Chapter III):

Bradley Bradshaw x Fem!Wife!Reader

Summary: Sometimes life can get rough but no matter how often and how much people hurt eachother,loving someone is never a waste.

Warnings: MAJOR SMUT (MDI), infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Mostly angst.

February 14 2022.

"Roo, don't stop."

Bradley speeds up his body, hiding his face in his wife's neck, where he makes sure to leave purple marks and bites as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He's touching your weak spot and he knows it, grinding himself against you every time he moves forward, causing you to let out little moans and arch your back, digging your nails into his skin.

Bradley didn't stop, ignoring the ache in his muscles. His endurance was better than a normal person, for God's sake, because he was a military pilot, but this "love making" had become painful, boring and no longer felt special for him.

He definitely missed the times when you both were younger and he could go for hours without getting tired, but he wouldn't trade his gift for anything, when he finally married the love of his life he had grown old like everyone else, they weren't those horny college kids anymore. But sometimes he still wishes they were.

His wet kisses against your jaw distracted you, ypu let out a moan from your throat and felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

He moved his head down to kiss and lick your breasts, and you buried a hand in his hair, tugging at the strands. He kisses above your heart like he always does.

It's late at night, everywhere is quiet and only the sound of their bodies can be heard, they are completely intimate, silent but telling each other everything.

"I'm so close..." After a while he mumbled quietly, his voice hoarse. "Baby."

With that sound, you tightened around him with a reflex you can't control.

When it comes to Bradley, his whole body responds. “I'm close too, fuck.” He said, leaving kisses on your cheeks.

"Please, fill me up,baby."

And with that, Bradley cums inside you.

It's short, but it takes your breath away and pleasure fills your body in the way only his body does. Your juices paint his walls white and it doesn't take long for him to cum too.

You cling to him, you don't want to let go, so you kiss his face and breathe deeply.

Close to three minutes pass and he pulls away from your body to talk, but you're already asleep.

It's the fifth time they've done it in a week and it's only Thursday, he thinks about the last time they made love this long and this often.

And he didn't know if it was because he was desperate for your touch or because he just wanted to have a baby, but he missed talking to you.

Bradley misses you.

He is missing his one and only wife.

March 12 2022.

As you finished throwing two negative test in the trash, you receive a call from Blake ,Jake's wife. You pick up the phone while passing by your empty bedroom.

“Hello, Y/N?” Your friend's voice rings out.

"Hello." You replie, unable to fake a happiness that isn't there anymore.

"How are you sweetheart?" She asks and you are in your classic voice when you say 'I'm fine'.

"Is Rooster with you?"

You looked away from your laptop when you heard her question. "I thought he was with Jake?"

"Mhm, no. And he's not returning our calls either. Jake and Nat has called him multiple times,they were going to ask him if he wanted to come to Hard Deck."

That's when you started to worry and after a quick goodbye, you hung up the phone.

It's eleven o'clock at night, where is he?

The door opens just in time and you quickly walked towards Bradley, who placed his keys, jacket, and shoes on the shelf without looking at you.

"Blake called, where were you?" You ask, crossing your arms.

“I don't want to argue right now, Y/N.” he mutters, moving past you towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and drinking a bottle of beer under your gaze.

"Who said we were going to argue?" Your sarcastic laughter echoes in the room. "I just want to know where my husband was."

"I was at Javy's, God, calm down." Bradley replies, fed up with your behavior, and you look at him confused. You stood in front of him.

"'Calm down?'"

He lowers his head and frowns. "Yeah, you've been... insanely sad lately."

You laugh in disbelief, feeling the anger gnawing at your body.

"Maybe I'm not upset, maybe you're too calm."

Bradley doesn't even look at you and walks towards the home office, but you,his wife, follow in his footsteps, looking for answers.

“What am i so calm about, Y/N?” He asks with his back to you and pulls out notes from his notebook to start writing. "My job is very stressful these days, I don't know whether I will go to deployment tomorrow or in a month, and I don't want to leave you alone in this situation. I'm not calm at all."

“Even though we've been trying to have a baby for months,almost a year without success, you seem pretty calm, like you – don't mind.”

The empty bottle falls onto the table with a hard clatter and you slowly turn to look into his eyes. His face is serious and you can see that his dark hazel eyes are dark and slightly watery.

You're both hurting when it comes to the baby.

"Do you seriously think I don't care?" He slowly walks towards you and you swallows dryly, knowing you touched a soft spot for him. For both of you. "This is destroying us and you know it."

"Don't say that, nothing can destroy us." You interrupt him by grabbing his hand, you feel your eyes aee getting watery and your throat is feeling hurt, but Bradley lets it go.

"These last few months- I..." You wrinkled your nose, feeling the tears forming in your eyes.

“I've been nothing but a sex toy to you, all i do is fuck you to get something, we don't talk anymore, we don't cuddle anymore, it's like I married a ghost. I miss you and you don't realise that. I just don't know what you want from but i am so tired and sick of it."

“Bradley…-” You whispered in surprise. Not expecting any of this.

“I want everything back to the way it was before, I want my best friend, my wife,my everything, my soul back. It feels like we're only going backwards and you don't love me anymore." One single tear drop is falling from his eyes to his now reddish cheek.

You stutter, bursting into tears in front of him and closing your eyes, allowing the yourself to cry against his chest to hug him.

You both hold each other tightly and let go after holding on for a long time.

Bradley was having a terrible time too, and you didn't notice because you were too busy trying to make your "dream" come true.

"I'm sorry,baby. I love you." You hold his cheeks to look into his eyes and nods as the tears continue to flow. "Baby, what I did was so selfish."

"It's okay,my love. It's kind of funny how short our arguments are." He smiles, caressing you soft cheek and kissing the tip of your nose. "Just...promise me something."

"Everything." You respond immediately.

"We'll see a doctor."

Oh god.... I love him and i think she is too🥹🥲

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~You bring out his dark side

Summary: plotless smut

Warnings: Smut | Minors DNI | oral (m receiving) | praise/degradation kink

a/n - first time writing smut! i've been reading it for a while now and decided it was time to try writing it!

part 2 here!

"you look so fucking hot right now" he said, as you crawled up his body from the edge of the bed. you had been eyeing him up all night, and had finally managed to get him away from his friends and into your room.

you place both your knees on the sides of his body, running your hand along his chest. "yeah?" you breathed, feeling your core get hot at the thought of what was directly below you. "what are you going to do about that?" you whispered into his ear, your hand rubbing down from his chest to settle directly above his dick, teasing him.

he groaned from a place deep within his chest, arching himself into your hand. he's head thrown back and his eyes shut, his breathing rapidly increasing. you pressed your palm into him, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "please baby, don't be a tease".

your mouth began to water at the idea of putting his dick in your mouth, so you popped open his jeans and pushed your hand inside. what you were greeted with caused a deep fire to spread from your core, your nipples hardening with awareness. his member was hard and leaking from the tip, aching for release.

"god baby, do something" he moaned, his chest rapidly rising and falling, a sheen layer of sweat on his forehead. you pressed your front to him, dragging your breasts across his chest, stomach, and groin as you lowered yourself down on the bed aligning your mouth with him.

you pushed his jeans and underwear down, releasing him. precum leaked from the tip, falling down his shaft. you grabbed the bottom of him, causing him to buck into your fist. "y/n" he groaned "please... ". feeding on his need for you, you opened your mouth and licked the trail of precum on the outside of his shaft. his hands lifted to the back of your head, holding you in place as he bucked his cock along your face. "fuck" he moaned, his legs beginning to shake as his hands tightened into fists in your hair. you gradually slide him into your mouth, lowering his shaft down your throat, feeling it expand with the size of him.

you began relentlessly moving your head up and down, feeling saliva pool in your mouth and dripping down the sides of him. your eyes begin to water as the need to breathe begins to overwhelm you, but the desire to feel him cum in your mouth is all you can think about.

"fuck baby, don't stop" he says as he pushes your head down. he begins to use his legs to thrust into your mouth, overwhelmed by feeling you all around him. "you're such a good girl" he says through each thrust, grinding himself against your face. he begins to unravel, continually pushing your head further into him as he thrusts himself as far down your throat as he can go.

he raises a hand behind him, gripping the head board so hard the wood begins to groan. he places his feet flat against the mattress, a determined look gleaming in his eyes, as he sets a more bruising pace. his whole body is focused on using you to meet his release. his balls begin to slap across your chin, his cock drenched in wetness each time it leaves your mouth.

your nose now pressed against him with how deep he's thrusting into you, you can't help but swallow around him. "FUCK" he shouts, grabbing your chin with his hand, he pulls you up to him, and smashes his lips to yours. his tongue pushing into your mouth, as his arms move around you to grab your ass in a bruising grip. he spanks your ass hard, causing you to crash into him and gasp out at the impact. "who knew you were such a dirty little slut" he rasps out as his other hand goes to wrap around your neck. "you just wanted to bring me out to play, didn't you baby" he says as he starts to tighten his grip around your neck. you feel blood pounding in your ears, your core so slick with wetness and feeling so empty you can't help but whine out.

"don't worry baby" he says as he grabs your hips, flipping you around onto the bed. He pushes your face into the mattress, one hand on the back of your head the other still around your neck, cutting off your ability to breathe. He grinds his cock against your clothed core, "I know just what you need".

~You bring out his dark side pt. 2

Summary: plotless smut

Warnings: Smut | Minors DNI | praise/degradation kink | squirting | denial |

part 1 here!

your eyes are shut, amplifying the pounding in your ears. your oxygen cut off as his hand is tightening around your neck. "you know better than to tease me baby" he says as he pushes your face down into the mattress. you being to squirm, anything to relieve the ache that is burning within your core. bent over on your knees, he pushes your ass up towards him. running his hands along the back of your thighs, looking at your core. the heated moisture of your arousal seeping through your underwear. "god you're fucking soaked," he groans. his hand tightening around your hip in a bruising grip, his chest heaving with desire.

he wanted to edge her until she began to leak on the sheets, tears streaming down her face. make her so desperate to cum that all she could do was beg for release.

"spread your legs" he rasps, watching as you do so. you feel vulnerable, so open before him. but you have little time to think as he quickly pulls your underwear to the side, and plunges his fingers deep into you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, immediately bucking your core along his hand. but he doesn't move, instead he leans down and runs his tongue along your neck until he reaches your ear. "you're going to fuck yourself against my fingers, and make yourself cum like a good girl"

you shudder, your core clinching against his fingers. the desire is building into an intense need, but you're locked inside your own mind. embarrassed at the idea of getting yourself off this way. noticing your hesitance, he slows. grasping your chin to move your face so you can make eye contact clearly. "you don't have to think baby. I'm right here" he assures you. this moment of reassurance fills your lungs with fresh air and quiets your mind. all you can feel now is how much you fucking want him. how good it feels to be with him.

you begin to rock your hips back into his hand, whining out at the feeling of him entering you. you’re soaked, dripping along his hand, the idea of what is happening overwhelming you. your legs spread, ass in the air, fucking yourself against his hand, using whatever piece of him he will give.

your moans begin to get louder and louder. hips desperately grinding against his palm, looking for release. his eyes devour your body, watching as you ruck against him. your ass bouncing against his palm, from the force of your grinding. he lowers his other hand and begins to touch himself to the sight of you. bitting his lip, and releasing a groan. "listen to the sounds your pussy is making. you hear yourself baby? you sound so fucking desperate for this".

you’re bucking relentlessly now. pushing yourself up against his hand. “fuck" you cry out, hands spread in front of you desperately gripping the sheets. rocking your hips against his fingers, up and down and up and down. you can feel your release building up in you. you go to lower your hand to your clit, aching to cum, but he's quick to catch your wrist in his hand. he wraps your arms around your back, restraining your ability to move.

he pulls up up against him, your back hitting his chest. moving you around so your both facing the mirror across the room. removing his hand from your core, he pushes his fingers into your mouth, you both watching through the reflection as you suck his fingers clean.

"you're going to watch yourself cum against my hand, and you're going to take what I give you" he says, as he unclasps your bra, throwing it across the room and leaving you completely bare. he wraps his palm around your core, his fingers pressed against your clit, his other hand still holding your wrists. you grind down into his hand, the feeling of his fingers finally against your clit.

but its not enough, as your body aches to also feel him inside you. tears begin to fall from your eyes from frustration. "please make me cum" you all but scream. so desperate for release. "I can't-" you cry out, withering in his arms. "you can and you will" he replies, watching as you begin to fall apart in his arms. he thinks to himself that you have never looked more beautiful than you do right now. sweat covering your skin, dripping between your breasts. tears falling along your face, skin flushed from exertion, and eyes glazed over with heat.

you can barely breathe. your head pounding so close to your breaking point you don't know if you can take anymore. "you're going to cum, and when you do, you're going to scream my name" he groans, eyes transfixed on your body, your breasts bouncing with each grind of your hips. "fuck fuck fuck" you shout, as your body begins to shake. grinding your pussy against his hand.

all of a sudden you feel it coming. your eyes open wide, catching his in the mirror. you're overwhelmed at your approaching climax, never having felt something like this before. you open your mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. "breathe" he says into your ear. your body suddenly conscious that there’s no air in your lungs, you gasp out. head falling back against his shoulder, you cry out tears falling from your eyes as your entire body begins to convulse harder.

he wraps his arm around your body, giving you something to anchor yourself to. "let go baby, I'm right here" he whispers, and before you know it, your screaming out his name. shaking against him, as an initial orgasm crashes over you, body convulsing. but you still feel something deep within your core, begging to be released.

and as you begin to come back into the present, you feel his fingers finally begin to plunge into your core again at a rapid pace. "no no no, no, please, fuck" you scream out. so out of your mind, yet feeling everything at once. "you're doing so good baby" he says, as he ruthlessly pushes against your cervix. you hear your wetness moving within you, begging to be released "but you got one more orgasm for me”.

you thrash against him, your body fighting against the overstimulation and the intense pressure, but he doesn't budge. he moves his hand to push against your stomach, giving you exactly what you need. “yes, yes, yes” you moan, as he pushes in and out of you. “oh god” you groan, as you mindlessly reach down to push his fingers further into you, arching your hips back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

he reaches up to grope your breast. squeezing it in his hand, finally pushing you over the edge with his hands all over your most intimate parts. “i’m gonna- fuck, i’m cumming…” you scream out as you release your cum all over him. it squirts out of you, spraying against his crotch, the sheets, your thighs. with each wave of release, your body jolts, pushing his hand even further into you, prolonging your orgasm.

he never stops thrusting in and out of you with his hand, watching through the mirror as as your cum drenches everything around you. "you're such a good girl" he said, his voice deep and filled with desire. still cumming, he slaps your clit with his now drenched hand.

you reel back, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure. “that’s for teasing me” he says. “and that’s for trying to get yourself off without my permission” he declares, as he slaps your pussy again. your head drops, so spent you can no longer process the world around you. he can feel your pussy throbbing against him. he lays you gently down onto the bed, watching as you lie limply. he rests his hand against your chest, making sure you're breathing comfortably. you're too drained to even form a sentence or open your eyes. you remain floating in an in-between space.

“there you go baby” he says as he leans back and lays with you on the bed. he kisses the top of your forehead as he drapes a blanket over the both of you. the weight of him around you helping you to feel safe and secure. “I’m right here” he whispers, as he wipes the hair from around your face, kissing your forehead. “i’ll be here until you’re ready”. 

MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS MUCH

A Touch Like Honey

summary - Bradley breathes deeply, eyes slowly traveling from limb to limb. “God, honey.”

One of his hands moves to interlock with yours. The feeling of his thick, calloused fingers grounds you. And you don’t realize how much you need that until his next words wash over you.

“Your body’s so beautiful.”

or

Bradley finally sees you naked.

warnings - this is somewhat of a continuation of this blurb, age gap (Bradley is 38, reader is 25), body insecurities, reader has a bad relationship with nudity, lots of talk of nudity, light smut

this blog is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 3.1k

I call this “healing for the girlies who went to the sticky sock hospital one too many times and it ruined their perception of nudity 😃👍” anyway if you couldn’t tell she’s a little personal so idk how relatable she’ll be, but I hope you enjoy anyway - bugs

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this mission has been hell. the entire group was exhausted and desperately needed a break and some time away from work. 4 days after they had gotten home from the mission, they decided to all get together at my house for a night of celebrating the successful mission.

the night had started off with talking about work, and everyones families... until the alcohol came out. once everyone was tipsy enough to be able to feel the alcohol in their system, the group decided to play a game of never have I ever. the game was going great, and everyone was laughing and having fun. until I let it slip.

"never have I ever had someone else make me cum" I said with a smirk on my face. however, no amount of alcohol could have made this admission any less shocking to the group. Phoenix was the first to break the silence. "are you serious?" she asked.

"well, yeah. all of the guys I have been with have been lazy, or not very good at what they're doing. it's just easier to do it myself, why wait for a man to do it for me?" I said, in an attempt to salvage the situation.

I felt a heat rising to my cheeks, and javy was very quick to notice my discomfort, so he changed the subject by continuing the game of never have I ever.

the night continued on like this, although I stopped drinking very early into the night. by 12:30, everyone decided that they've had too much to drink, and that it was time to go home. bob was the designated driver, and he was piling everyone into his van to take them home.

"i'll stay back and help y/n clean up" rooster announced to the group. "I haven't had anything to drink, I can drive myself home once everything is clean" he adds, to ease bobs concern. finally, bob nods and says goodnight to rooster and y/n.

y/n and Bradley walk into the house together, and move together in tandem as they clean the house very quickly. "is what you said earlier true?" Bradley asks as we finish up cleaning. I blush as I say "yeah, but its not a big deal or anything."

"no, it is a big deal. it's a really big deal. a pretty girl like you should have a man that makes you feel good all of the time. the guys that you've been with haven't deserved you. let me make you feel good. I can make you cum. I promise I can." he says confidently as he backs me up into the counter.

I gasp as his jean clad thigh makes contact with my pulsing pussy. "you seem awfully confident in your abilities, Bradley." I say with a smirk on my face. he then picks me up by my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist. "because I know that I can make you feel better than any other man can" he snarls as he roughly kisses me.

he manages to walk us into my bedroom and throw me onto my bed. I land with a squeal as he begins kissing down my neck and onto my collarbone. "is this okay with you? because if I keep going, I'm not going to be able to stop later." Bradley pants as he ruts his growing erection onto my thigh.

"you can do whatever you want to me, Bradley. I'm not going to change my mind." I say as he smashes our lips back together. he rips open my blouse and begins his attack on my tits. he leaves lots of hickeys all along my breasts and neck, as he whispers "I gotta mark you up so that everyone knows you're mine, baby."

he continues his kisses down my body until he finally reaches my jeans. he quickly unbuttons my jeans with his teeth, and then pulls my jeans and thong down my legs. "fuck you're gorgeous" he mutters as he starts an attack of licks on my pussy. he begins eating me out with enthusiasm and he spells his name with his tongue on my clit, while he stretches me open with two fingers.

his long, thick fingers and his skillful tongue working together are very quick to bring me to the edge. "oh my god, baby. you're gonna fucking make me cum. Bradley, oh my god! can I cum please?" I whimper as I feel my orgasm quickly approaching.

"come for me, pretty girl" he says with a grin as my body thrashes around while I come down from my high. while i'm recovering from my orgasm, he begins opening the drawers in my nightstand until he finds a condom in the middle drawer.

"do you want me, baby? I'll make you feel so good, I promise." he whispers in my ear seductively. I nod with enthusiasm as he swiftly. rolls the condom over his thick length.

I take this moment to admire his pretty cock. 8 inches with a bright red tip. I can practically feel my mouth watering as he gets into position to fuck me. he teases my entrance with his tip until I am a whining and begging mess.

without warning, he slams his entire length into me in one swift motion. we both gasp at the sudden feeling. "fuck, baby. you take me so well. you're so fucking tight for me." he groans as he begins rocking into me.

he starts with a slow pace to allow me to adjust to his size. "please, Bradley. give it to me. fuck me." I say to him. he grunts at my words and begins roughly thrusting into me. his tip is perfectly hitting my g-spot with this motion.

"oh my god right there, right there!" I scream as he continues to hit that spot inside of me. he briefly stops thrusting in order to grab my leg and hitch it over his shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper into me. I throw my head back at the feeling.

"Bradley, baby I'm close" I moan out as he begins rubbing my clit to get me to the edge faster. "cum with me, sweet girl" he says as we both reach our highs, and moan into a kiss together. we both pant as we come down from our highs.

after a few minutes, Bradley finally pulls out, and goes to the bathroom to throw away the used condom. when her comes back, he immediately kisses my forehead and spoons me. "I told you I could make you come." he says. I giggle at his words.

he presses kisses to my shoulder. I smile as I feel myself drifting asleep, with feelings of pure bliss. I know that tomorrow will need a long conversation, but right now all I can focus on is the warmth of his arms, and the steady sound of his heartbeat.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 15 - A Bit Late For Work || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

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Summary: In most cases, it's you who makes Bradley late to work, except when his mission is to make you feel relaxed following a stressful day.

Warnings: smut (oral - f receiving)

Word count: 1510

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Oral Sex

You threw your car keys on the kitchen table and sighed loudly as you opened the refrigerator.

Bradley raised an eyebrow at you as he lowered the newspaper, tipping his glasses in the process.

You had no idea why he wore them. And yet, that small glint off the end when he was staring down at you from between his legs, ah. You shook off the thought, retrieved a water bottle, and sat at the table next to your boyfriend. The idea was nice, but you knew Rooster had work soon, and while you were normally very willing to make him late, you couldn't work up your usual libido.

Bradley could tell something was bothering his lover, and he tilted his head as you sat next to him. He set the paper down, removing his glasses as well, and placing them in his shirt pocket. "Would you like to talk about it?"

You shook your head. "Not particularly," you shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle. "You usually feel better when you do," he pointed out.

It was a valid point he made. Nevertheless, you decided it wasn't worth mentioning how much you wanted to change career paths again. All the time you bragged about not being completely satisfied with what you were doing but felt that it was too late to change anything. Even so, you didn't want to go to university any more, and felt like dropping your engineering studies. Your new goal was to become an artist. You were proficient at it too, about as good as you were at university, but pursuing it seemed like a dead dream.

Bradshaw watched you turn your head over. He waited for you to collect your thoughts, and eventually, once you had, he watched you sigh and shrug once more.

"Same thoughts as always, I'm tired of everything."

"You're doing a rather great job with your studies," Bradley pointed out.

You shot him a glare. "Sorry, sorry. I know."

You groaned, cocking your eyebrow.

“It’s about a lifestyle, my bad,” he corrected himself, sending you a soft grin.

"Close enough," you mumbled. But he wasn't wrong this time either. You sighed again, took another swig of water, and then put your forehead down on the table. "Maybe I'm just tired of it, I don't know. I don't feel sick of it though, I love learning and making friends. Maybe I just need a break?"

In response to your words, Bradley slowly rose and walked over to stand behind you. When he reached down, he gently pulled you by your shoulders until you were sitting up straight. He worked at the knots that had inevitably formed there by rubbing his fingers gingerly into the flesh of yours. "You think too much," he remarked with a low chuckle, being a little rougher about the massage. But you could handle it. In fact, Rooster knew just how much his little baby girl could truly handle.

The thought went straight to his groin, and he suddenly had an idea.

As you leaned into his touch, you teased, "Maybe you think too little." 

While you didn't expect the massage to last much longer, you were grateful that Rooster remembered little gestures of kindness so often, especially after the self-doubt you had been dealing with. 

When you suddenly felt his lips on your neck, you let out a quiet moan. You grinned a bit at the warmth of his mouth, but you weren't about to complain. If he had something a little more involved than the massage in mind, you weren't going to stop him obviously.

As his fingers slipped from over your shirt to under it, he stretched the collar just a bit so he was gripping mostly flesh. Like warming oil, his touch bit pleasantly into your shoulders and throughout your body. When you felt Rooster's hand reach down to your breast, you sighed and tensed slightly. He paused there for a moment, and when you leaned into his touch, he reached further down, cupping your entire breast in his hand. Your breath caught in Bradley's ears, and he grinned wider. The beast that resided within his heart loved being able to please you like this. 

Putting one hand on your breast, he slipped his fingers under the lacy fabric of your bra and squeezed your nipple sharply. In response to your breath catching again, he stopped massaging your shoulder with his left hand. In addition, he squeezed your soft nipple and traced his hand down your shoulder blade. Your nipple was squeezed again, causing you to moan, and then he rubbed your shoulder blade with his fingers. The two sensations made a louder moan fall from your lips, and you gripped the chair you were sitting in tightly to keep steady. As his voice filled with hellish lust, Rooster commanded, "Touch yourself." His eyes had changed to all-black; the influence you had on him was indescribable.

The fact that you listened nearly without hesitation made Bradley harder than he thought possible. But he was content to please you this time. After all, you needed the stress relief. He watched through his darkened eyes as your right hand reached between your legs, rubbing lightly before undoing your pants, and pushing them down. Then you reached into your lacy white panties and began moving your hand to the same rhythm Bradley was squeezing your nipple and rubbing your shoulders.

You let out a louder moan as all three sensations collided in the pit of your stomach. Rooster began to move faster, and so did you, until you began to feel your orgasm build. You tensed then, letting out several sharp moans as you came, back arched.

After a few moments, you relaxed, sinking into the chair. You were about to say something, but Rooster was suddenly in front of you, hands on either side of the chair. You  felt a shiver of anticipation roll down your spine when you looked into his darkened eyes, and then he was kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around him, but the kiss was cut short as Bradley moved to grab your thighs and pull you to him. You giggled a bit, then moaned when you felt his lips clasp onto your nipple.             

After a few seconds of teasing, Rooster trailed his lips languidly down your body, and then all the way down between your legs. He grinned as he touched your wet panties and pressed his fingers against your pussy, causing you to moan lightly again. "Take these off,” he demanded within a dark voice of his.

You did as you were told, quickly slipping off the lacy panties.

Shortly after, he wrapped your legs around his shoulders. In one swift movement, Bradley's tongue was pressed against you, causing you to cry out in pleasure as you gripped the chair. He grinned against your wetness and moved the tip of his tongue in little circles across your clit. You were already shivering, and soon as he kissed and licked and began sucking on your clit, he reached under his chin, and easily slipped two fingers into your needy pussy. Having his fingers strangle you properly, your pussy immediately engulfed his digits in its juice, causing you to moan in a low tone. To make your head spin, Rooster pressed his whole tongue to your clit and slowly moved it up and down, eventually reaching your entrance as he briefly spat on the fingers he pulled halfway out of your pussy, just to make them wetter than before. Soon, his digits returned to your pussy, and he curled them deep inside of you, massaging your very sensitive spot.

"Fuck!" You cried, pushing into him as he slowly began to pump his fingers. You moaned again, reaching one hand up to grip onto his hair as you felt another orgasm about to overtake your body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cut yourself off and rolled your head back as a loud moan fell from your chest. Your legs tightened around his head as your orgasm hit, your legs shaking, your chest heaving.

Bradley held on for the ride, grinning wickedly as you came right into his mouth. He moaned too, rock hard and lustful, but satisfied in your pleasure. He leaned up after allowing you a few moments to breathe.

You sighed contentedly into the kiss, and then Rooster was pulling away, grin wide, eyes back to the normal color you were so fond of. He looked so wicked with the expression his face held though. 

You smiled all the same before looking at the clock on the wall. "You're going to be late, Rooster."

"Fuck," Bradshaw hissed, then laughed, running around to collect his things before heading out. Then he turned, as if recalling something, and was surprised to see you standing in the doorway waiting for him. After you tapped your lips briefly with your index finger, he smiled and kissed you again. "Right."

As your boyfriend ran out, you yelled, "Don't forget your meeting with Mitchell today!"