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my-soupy-brain · 9 months

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Dirty talk from ted, in that accent of his?!? Swoon

It's Friday, and I'm feeling fun n' flirty with nowhere to go, so let's run with this little diddy and see where it takes us, shall we? Let's see what Ted has to say. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Smut talk and smut ahead

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You and Ted had fallen into a comfortable rhythm of dates.

Sometimes you'd go out for dinner, other times you'd order in and enjoy movies at his place or yours.

Those usually led to one of you on top of the other, tearing at clothes, tongues brushing against each other.

You always had to be a little quieter at Ted's house because Ms. Shipley upstairs could hear literally everything. His thin walls were no match for the moans and bed squeaking.

The first time you found Ted had a dirty talk talent, you almost came on the spot.

The night had started calm. A pizza, a movie. His arm around your waist led to his hand dipping into your waistband, a soft groan from his lips.

When you shut a lamp off, his lips went to your neck, tickling you with soft kisses and nips, his mustache running along with him. Once you turned your head to meet his hungry eyes, his lips devoured yours.

Ted likes to moan when he kisses.

It's all the pent-up lust he has for you, really. For months he watched you in the hallways at Nelson Road, or socializing at the pub with the rest of the team and staff. And for months he went home and imagined what you'd look like panting his name.

Now you're in his arms, his big, warm hands and deft fingers running around your skin.

"Ugh, yes," you moan as you're kissing, his hand skating under your shirt.

When he wiggles his hand under your pants, his fingers dancing over your damp underwear, he growls.

"You like it when I touch that perfect pussy?" he groans in your ear, nipping at the lobe. "You should see what you're doing to my cock."

Your eyes almost fell out of your goddamn head.

Instead, you moaned like you were being liquified on your living room carpet. This made Ted smile, and all the more daring to say more.

"Yeah, open up, just like that. Let me feel that perfect little package you have for me," he mumbled, your legs falling open while his fingers rubbed your wet lips.

Your breath was coming in fits and starts, your eyes clenched shut, your lips parted as you blushed...

"I know just what you need, baby. Let me show you..."

An energetic nod from you is all it took for Ted to whisk you to your bedroom, laying you on the bed and slowly peeling your clothes off.

His fingers hook around your panties as he starts to shimmy them off your waist. "I've been dreamin' about this for so long, sugar..." he murmurs, kissing up your thighs, your fingers tangling in his dark amber locks.

When his mouth makes contact with you, he slurps up your wetness like it's ice cream dripping off a cone. His fingers get added to the mix, slowly sliding in and out of you while he tongues your clit.

"Oh fuck..."

Ted smiles, breathing heavily, unbuckling his pants so he can slip out of them and give himself some relief. Watching him pump his own cock while his face is buried between your thighs is mindblowing. His left hand pumps down and up, twisting a little at the head, and you can hear him grunting as he licks you and pleasures himself.

"Ya taste so good, I could eat you all damn night, darlin'..." Ted says, your body arching off the bed as he works you.

"Yeah, there ya go, sugar. Show me how it's done," he whispers as your fingers make their way down, rubbing tight circles against your clit and bumping his perfect nose in the process.

Your climax shatters through you like a rocket, Ted catching all of it with a grin, crawling back up the bed with your come on his mustache. His lips leave wet kisses on your belly on the way up, and wrap around a perked nipple while your hips buck against him.

"Hope I can taste ya tomorrow. I love it," he whispers to you, your body writhing and turning on the sheets as you come back to Earth.

When you turn just enough on your left side, he spanks your ass playfully, watching it jiggle. You let out another lurid moan.

"Oh, you like that? You like it when I spank that pretty little ass?" he asks.

Who is this man? And where has he been your whole life?!

Your gasping as he turns you back over, his hand ghosting down your breasts, to your curves, to the pulsing interior between your thighs.

"You're so damn beautiful, doll. I just wanna taste more of that sweet juice before I fill ya up," he says, pulling his fingers to his lips as he licks them.

You can't help it: You grab his hand and drag it to your own lips, tasting yourself on his digits.

"God, darlin'. You're gonna make me come doin' things like that," he says, almost with a chuckle. "Let's make that pussy come again."

He places his hands gently on your legs, opening them and sliding his palms up your thighs where he squeezes.

"Body of a damn goddess," he murmurs, making you blush.

As his cock slides in, you gasp a little. He looks down, inching his way inside.

"I love watchin' ya take all of that," he tells you quietly. "Mmm, never had it so good..."

Your body is bucking against his, seeking more movement, needing his lips with yours, needing his hands everywhere.

"You're so tight, wrapped around me like this," he grunts, leaning over your body now, your legs wrapped high around his hips. "Makes me fall apart every damn time."

Your lips connect, and you kiss him with everything you have. He kisses so well, his tongue working against yours, your lips moving in unison, his hands holding you to his body, your hands run down his broad chest and chest hair.

"God, Teddy... I'm so..."

He looks at you, waiting for you. "Tell me, sugar. Talk to me."

"I'm so full of you..."

He groans, really groans, at this. "Yeah? That pussy was made for me then. We're perfect together."

He laces his fingers with yours and bows his head into your neck, breathing hard as your bodies push harder, deeper. He whispers: "Why don't you get on top of me, sugar? Ride that cock like you own it."

It almost pushes you off the edge. When you nod, he quickly flips over, keeping you on him, sliding back into you so you can do the work. And watching him gasp and breathe deep -- his dark hazel eyes practically black from his pupils blown out with lust -- his hair flopped over his forehead, bouncing every time you move...

"Oh, fuck... Teddy... oh, God..."

He nods quickly, his hands holding your hips, his own sliding in and out of you in quick and deep plunges. The bed squeaks, your shared moans taking up the room with the sound of your bodies coming together...

"You're gonna make me come, darlin'... but I ain't comin' until you do... make that pussy come, pretty girl..."

BOOM!

The cord snaps, your body shuddering and tingling, your eyes clenched shut as a white, fuzzy blur punches your eyelids.

You clench him so hard and fast that he smiles before he lets out a deep, long moan of your name.

"Oh, darlin', I'm gonna fill you up, I'm gonna..."

You nod: "Do it, baby. Do it. I want it."

He grips your hips hard, his hips jutting up into you while his cock spills into you, twitching while he gasps, encouraging you into his arms and over his chest so he can hold you.

Nothing but breaths. That's all that's happening.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. When you look up at him, he's smiling wide and leans in to kiss your lips gently.

"Jesus, Teddy..." you giggle out, resting your head on his shoulder while your body still sits on top of him, his hands drifting up and down your back soothingly.

"Ya like that, huh?" he asks, almost bashfully. You nod.

"Like it? I love it, oh my God. I love it so much. I love you so much!" you say, grabbing his face and kissing him.

He tilts his head with a smirk.

"I guess I should tell ya what's goin' on in my noodle more often, eh?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah. Please. I love it. Didn't know I had a dirty talk thing, and here we are!"

He laughs and rolls you to your side, kissing your neck playfully.

"We still have so much to learn, too, sweetpea," Ted says, nuzzling against you. "I can't wait."

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OKAY WELL THAT HAPPENED. I hope it lived up to your expectations? Ted's dirty talk in that drawl is just too sexy to put out of my mind now. I hope y'all enjoyed it. And thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso smut #ted lasso dirty talk #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #TED CAN TALK FILTHY OMG

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biteofcherry · 2 years

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Had this really nasty thought haunting me and my 😺 today

warnings for absolute filth (it's not dark, just intense)

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Outside, the day seemed as light as it started for you - sunrays fanning out over the lush greenery, the blue of sky barely stroked with a few thin clouds, gentle breeze swayed branches of the trees.

It was a day perfect for a picnic and a sweet sundress.

And you got to enjoy it for a few hours, accompanying Steve to his company's family picnic.

For the bloodthirsty shark of a CEO that Steve Rogers was on a daily basis, he carried a lighthearted ease when among friends and his employees' families. You couldn't stop smiling, your eyes full of awe and love, as you watched Steve talk with people around the grill or toss the ball with a few of the kids.

So it took you by surprise when his demeanor changed at the flip of a switch once you got home.

Oh, you knew that dangerous, dark gleam in his eyes - a hunger for your suffering. You got to experience it quite often.

It was just shock and confusion, since you behaved so good at the picnic; complying to every rule, keeping away from other men, almost constantly by Steve's side.

Perhaps your obedience turned Steve on so much he felt the need to ruin his perfect, sweet girlfriend into his whore.

He didn't even order you to strip, just ripped the pretty dress off of you. You knew better than to complain, staying still as he harshly took off your underwear. He'd buy you new things, anyway.

It all went like blur then, your mind barely catching up with sensations your body was attacked with. Only now you had a chance to somewhat catch up with it.

Steve had you kneeling in the middle of your sunlit living room.

Floor to ceiling, sliding glass patio doors allowed the sun to glint on your sweaty skin. If yor garden was any smaller and your neighbours lived closer, they'd have a great view of your naked, writhing body.

Steve was seated in one of the armchairs, still mostly clothed. His feet were bare, the yellow-and-black checkered button down now completely unbuttoned, displaying the white beater underneath and tattoos bountifully decorating his torso. With his legs spread wide, giving room to his growing hard-on.

In one hand he held a bottle of beer, taking sips as he enjoyed the wrecked art piece he created out of you.

Steve's hair was messed, not as much from picnic activities as from the quick, brutal way he went down on you. Kept you bent over the couch as he bit into you, licking and slurping until you were wet enough to slip the Lush inside your cunt.

He brought out his toy bag - one that meant a long and humiliating torment was awaiting you.

With a spreader bar he secured your legs wide, to make sure you wouldn't be able to clench your thighs. Parts of custom made leather harness allowed him to cuff your wrists to your thighs.

The vibrating egg was already on, making you drip onto the floor, while Steve forced a spider gag into your mouth.

And he left you like that, kneeling in front of him on the floor as he drank his beer.

Gurgling sounds left your throat as vibrations rocked you closer to a peak.

Slick dripped down your thighs and onto the floor. Drool trickled down your chin, dripping onto your chest.

Steve didn't even use your mouth yet, just enjoyed your tongue moving around, your spit making a mess, your helpless sounds.

When you whined, more drool falling out, Steve smirked.

He brought the beer bottle to his lips to take another swig, with his other hand changing the settings of your Lush on his phone. A stronger vibration kicked in, causing you to moan like a broken whore.

Steve's favorite state to have you in.

Your eyes glazed with tears forming from the overwhelming sensations, but you saw him stand up and unzip his pants.

He took his cock out.

The sight of it would make you drool if you weren't already. Thick and long, slightly curved; it was always a nearly painful stretch to have him enter you.

Steve rested one of his hands on the back of your head as he slowly pushed his cock into your open mouth.

Metal rods of the spider gag dug harsher into your cheeks as Steve's hips pushed into your face, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat and his balls sticking to your spit-covered chin.

He stayed deep in your throat until you began choking, your body tensing and fighting back.

Tears streamed down your face. Instinctively, you tried to reach your hands up and push Steve's away, but your wrists were cuffed to your thighs. You yanked helplessly at your bonds, chains clinking.

Steve finally pulled out, his dick shiny with your spit. A string of drool stretched between your bottom lip and the tip of his cock; it broke as he withdrew and splashed over your chin.

You felt a little dizzy and the vibrations relentlessly abusing your pussy were making your head even more cloudy.

Steve fisted his cock and started stroking, looking down at your ruined state.

Your gorgeous eyes wet with tears, makeup smudged, with dark streaks down your cheeks, chin and chest glistening with drool. Your thighs shone with slick. Neon pink antenna of the vibrating egg nestled against your mound, beautifully contrasting with your skin. You were shaking, yanking on your chains; making incoherent, pathetic sounds.

Still not as ravaged as he could make you.

"If you come before I do," Steve's low voice caressed you like an edge of a blade, "I'll be fucking only your ass for the rest of the night."

"But if you hold off, I'll fill your sweet cunt over and over again. Just how you love it most."

#Chris makes me think filthy things and then this is a result #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x female reader #Steve Rogers x you #Steve Rogers smut #Chris Evans smut #dirty dirty thoughts

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badmoodbatflowers · 10 months

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Human Anatomy

Rating: explicit

Pairing: Wednesday/Tyler

Summary:

He could hardly remember how they’d gotten here from the lazy making out they had been doing mere minutes ago—that in itself a diversion from the biology homework Wednesday had offered to guide him through. With every pass of her lips and tongue over his sensitive head, his mind grew increasingly foggy. They had never done this before, and Tyler felt a mounting sense of dread that it was all going to be over before it had really started.

Or.

Tyler is uncut, and Wednesday has always been guided by innate curiosity.

Written as part of the @weylerwritingevents kink bingo!

#wyler kink bingo #green_writer #filthy dirty smut #as per #pwp #wednesday x tyler #wyler #wyler fanfic #wyler smut #wednesday addams #tyler galpin

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eddiesghxst · 2 years

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when angel!reader finally asks demon hunter!harry to go the whole way, harry teases and preps you so much beforehand that you literally come as soon as he presses his fat ruddy tip into your weeping entrance. harry’s speechless as he watches you squirm and twitch beneath him, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks, your nails biting down into the muscles of his forearms.

harry thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

he just can’t help it when he rolls his hips a bit more forward, a steady thumb falling to your throbbing clit to teasingly brush over the sensitive bundle. you gasp, eyes snapping open to look down at your centers. you whine in protest but harry quickly hushes you, “it’s okay. it’s okay. gonna make you feel so fucking good on my cock.” he presses chaste kisses across your jaw as you cry out with each inch that sinks into your sensitive heat. “god, you’re fucking unreal. little pussy just couldn’t take it, huh?” you whimper in embarrassment at his words, and he coos, his free hand stroking your warm cheek. he's not sure how he keeps himself from coming; especially with the way you're looking up at him with glossed eyes, lips swollen and red as shaky breaths rattle through your lungs.

He groans, leaning forward and ghosting his lips over yours as he speaks, “greedy thing just couldn’t wait to come." you mewl, pussy clenching around him, his jaw clenches as he tries his best to reel himself in. his breath hits your top lip as he huffs, "come on, keep sucking me in, baby. open up for me, there we go.”

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roguelov · 10 months

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3/3 I REMEMBERED MY LAST THOT! Imagine. Imagine Morpheus being in a Foul Mood™️and just wanting to let loose (maybe he was riled by desire) but not wanting to hurt you, and after much reassurance him telling you "you know i love you right?" "good because i'm about to fuck you like i don't"

ANONNNNN FUCCCCKKKKKK

Dream who tries to hold back constantly, Dream who wants to be in complete control, Dream who finally cracks and lets loose

“Just,” he whispered softly into your lips, “tell me if I become too much.”

You grabbed his face kiss him briefly. “I can take it.”

He chuckled, it was endearing at first before turning darker. He pulled away from you to look directly into your eyes. “Will you now?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, as your heart beat started to tick faster and faster.

“Hmm? Truly?” He bent his head, skimming his lips over your neck. “My dear, I want to have you screaming on my cock. I want to fuck you as you are begging me to fill you, and maybe if I am feeling nice I will.”

His hand traveled up your body, and slowly wrapped around your neck. He craned your head to the side and peppered kisses up your neck. It was such a dichotomy: so sweet, yet so demanding.

“I am not going to stop until you are cumming over and over, until you are a mess and cannot speak a single word but my name.” He moved, staring directly into your wide eyes. “So I’ll repeat myself: will you truly be able to take it?”

Without skipping a beat, you whispered, “Yes.”

#dirty dream is best #and to put that mouth to work #he needs more of a filthy mouth #the sandman #Morpheus #spicy saturday #anon #ask #smut

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pleasuremehere · 1 month

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#books #smut books #smut #dirty smut #filthy smut #aesthetically pleasing #healthy relationships #dating #booksbooksandmorebooks #books to movies #books & libraries #books and reading #bookstagram #new books #bookshelf

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remersgf · 11 months

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soup calling my remer breeding kink fic nasty🥰🥰

#that’s what i aim for #i need my smut to be FILTHY disgusting dirty #thank you ily

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princessphilly · 2 years

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The Rooster and I - Act 2

Thanks to @wombtotombx for help figuring out Navy shit, @wildbornsiren for helping look over this part.

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Rooster was pretty sure that luck had abandoned him.

He had won poker night at Payback’s, even beating Hangman. But Toya was completely avoiding him and Rooster didn’t like that.

Maybe Toya had been embarrassed that they had met on Tinder and not through her brother. Rooster asked Payback point blank if his fellow Dagger squadron member would have a problem dating his sister. Payback had told him that he fully approved. “Maybe you’ll get Toya to relax.”

First there was Toya telling him that she had to focus on the grading finals, and turning in final grades. Then she went out of town with her sorority sisters for some kind of reunion. Rooster had called and texted but Toya had blown him off.

Normally, Rooster would have cut his losses. But ever since he saw Toya that night, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else. Mav had told him that his dad said he knew he wanted to marry his mom the day they met. Rooster was sure Toya was it for him, the same way.

Now, he was outside of Payback’s house. The aviator had a hot date of his own but he told Rooster that his sister would be home with no plans. Ringing the doorbell, Rooster stepped back to wait. The door opened quickly as Toya said, “This is the fastest pizza delivery I have ever had- oh hi.”

“But these are for you.”

Rooster watched Toya as he handed her the flowers. It was a simple bouquet with red chrysanthemum, white clover, and purple columbine. He had told the florist that he wanted to impress the woman he really liked and she said that if the receiver understood the language of flowers, she would be impressed. As Toya sniffed the flowers, the guarded expression on her face turned soft. Stepping to the side, she let Rooster in.

“Thank you, Bradley,” Toya said. The flowers were definitely amazing. Bradley was also wearing a red and white Hawaiian shirt and it looked amazing on him. It was a bit hokey but also endearing. “Let me guess, Reuben told you I was home.”

Toya sighed and Rooster grinned. Reuben was really being the annoying little brother with his matchmaking, in Toya’s opinion. It was as if her kid brother decided that she really needed to settle down when he needed to stop being a ho. “Come in,” Toya finally said.

Bradley walked into the house, toeing off his shoes at the door. Following Toya, Bradley psked when he saw what she was watching. “Love Island??”

“Judge my horrible reality shows, get out.”

Rooster raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

The doorbell rang and Toya said, “That must be my pizza this time.”

“I got it.”

Opening the door, Rooster gave the pizza guy sixty bucks for one large pizza. His eyes bulged as Rooster slammed the door shut.

“Smells good,” he commented as he brought the pizza into the living room.

“It better be. This is my gift to myself before the start of school.”

“It’s not even September yet.”

“I have to get in the mindset early, Bradley. It may still be early August but school starts here at the end of the month.” Toya helped herself to a piece of pepperoni pizza, her favorite.

Rooster took a slice and Toya side-eyed him. “Hey, I paid for it, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t ask you to though. You decided to do that yourself.”

Rooster laughed as he finished his slice. “I was raised to be a gentleman.”

Toya rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to finish that pizza anyway, and Reuben would have finished it in the morning before she could have got any. However, it felt a bit intimate to eat pizza with Bradley and watch trashy tv.

Toya was a good girl; she went to church every Sunday, she tithed, she tried to limit her cursing. Toya had pledged one of the most popular black sororities, she had tried to wait for marriage for sex (she made it to 30 before she decided to lose her virginity. Then she decided that she would have sex only in relationships.) Toya even took care of her parents and let Reuben focus on his career. What did that get her?

It got her to be forty one fucking years old, living with her little brother in his house, teaching across country. It was a leap of faith seven months ago, leaving mid school year but Toya was tired of Savannah, tired of the same old routine.

Now, there was something different than the same old same old but Toya was scared. As Rooster laughed at the stupidity of the contestants on the new episode of Love Island, Toya felt super cozy and content. Reaching into the box for another slice of pizza, her fingers brushed Rooster’s and Toya felt her cheeks get hot.

“Take it, it’s yours,” Rooster offered and Toya felt her whole body go hot. She wasn’t the most experienced woman out there but she could tell there was a double entendre there.

Rooster could have smacked himself after saying that. Toya was finally settling into being near him again and he could sense she was now feeling less comfortable. “You did order the pizza, sweetheart,” he finally added.

“I guess you are being a gentleman again.”

Toya smirked as Rooster blushed. Weighing his options, Rooster decided to just go for it. “I’m always a gentleman unless I’m asked not to be.”

“Pssh.”

Before Toya could say something snarky in response, the door opened and Payback walked into the room. “Reuben, you’re back early.”

Rooster and Payback made eye contact. Rooster wanted Toya, he wanted her badly, but he wasn’t going to pull a Hangman and make Payback change his mind about supporting a relationship between them.

Payback finally said, “It was a dud- no, don’t even go there, Toya.”

“I told you that taking Nadai out would be a bad idea but you didn’t want to listen to me,” Toya teased.

Rooster eased himself off of the sofa. “I had a great time, Toya,”

“It was fine, especially since you paid for my food,” Toya quipped.

Rooster weighed asking Toya out before deciding not to. It would be too fucking awkward with Payback here. Instead, he shook hands with Payback, “Night buddy. See you Monday.”

“Have a good one, Roos. Have fun with Mav this weekend.”

Payback watched as Rooster whispered something in his sister’s ear real quick. His usually unflappable big sister was very flustered at whatever Rooster said. But Rooster wasn’t an asshole so Payback wasn’t going to ask what he said. But when Rooster smirked at him before leaving, Payback smirked back.

Whatever was going on, he approved.

****

“Have you actually got anywhere?”

Rooster glared at Hangman, the fucking dick, before taking aim. His dart hit the inner ring but not the bullseye. “You don’t need to try to get me off game to fucking win, Bagman.”

“I’m just asking because I just saw Payback’s big sister come in with a guy not named Bradshaw,” Hangman taunted before hitting a perfect bullseye.

Rooster whipped around to see Toya at the bar, talking with Penny with some guy next to her. He wasn't in the navy, he was in civilian clothes. But Toya’s hand was on his arm and she was smiling at whatever he was saying. Rooster was ready to explode as Coyote snickered.

It had been about five weeks since pizza and TV. Unfortunately, Rooster hadn’t got another date with Toya yet. She wasn’t blowing him off the same way but she wasn’t letting him be alone with her either.

“I’d tell you to give up, Bradshaw, but you are way too stubborn. You’ll just wait and wait and wait til you find the perfect opportunity. And before that perfect opportunity happens, you’ll be in Europe and nothing will happen with you and that girl.”

Hangman gave Rooster a wicked smirk as Rooster gave him the finger. Throwing his next dart, Rooster made bullseye. “Fuck off.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Fuck off, Hangman, or I’ll tell Mav that you’re debauching his goddaughter.”

“Wow Bradshaw, you know a big word.”

Hangman glared at Rooster while Rooster and Coyote laughed. But Hangman, the dick, actually had a point. Today, they had both got their orders to support the Sixth Fleet in the European Theater with the war going on between Ukraine and Russia. They were currently on loan from VFA-151 to the Dagger Squadron. Rooster had just been reassigned to the Vigilantes but he was hoping to be assigned to VFA-27 or VFA-102 as soon as he could so he could get his Overseas Service medal. But first, he had this one hundred day Temporarily Assigned Duty (TAD) to get through.

However, as he watched Toya throw her head back in laughter, Rooster was ready to throw that guy out. Curious, Coyote asked, “Are you going to get your girl?”

“Maybe,” Rooster bit out as Hangman took out his phone. “Better that than dealing with Bagman.”

Throwing his last dart, Rooster cursed as he didn’t make another bullseye. But it didn’t matter as Hangman jeered, he was going to go talk to Toya now.

****

“Oh, you should have brought me out here before!”

Toya laughed as Kentrell openly ogled the Navy officers in their khaki uniforms. Kentrell added, “Especially since ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ doesn’t exist anymore. Ima get me a Navy boy tonight. Maybe that one who keeps glaring over here, the one next to him got some nice green eyes. Nah, they both look straight.”

Penny laughed as she heard Kentrell’s statement. “The one glaring over here is interested in Toya but she keeps brushing him off.”

Kentrell looked at Toya, his mouth hanging open. Toya shrugged. She didn’t even know why she was still saying no. Rooster was a lot though; he was so intense and determined and Toya felt like he could easily sweep her away. Yet, those puppy dog eyes wanted to make her melt.

As if he knew that she was thinking about him, Rooster strode towards the bar, looking amazing in his khaki uniform. When Rooster got close, Kentrell pushed Toya towards Rooster, making her stumble a bit. “Girl, you need to climb that so you can introduce me to one of his fellow officers.”

Toya’s eyes widened and her cheeks felt like they were on fire as Rooster chuckled. Rooster relaxed mentally; the guy Toya was with was definitely not a threat. But still, he asked, “Can I talk to you, Toya, privately?”

Toya nodded, giving Rooster her hand. Grasping it, Rooster maneuvered them through the growing crowd, ignoring the whistles from Hangman and Coyote. Going outside on the deck, Rooster maneuvered Toya into a shadowed area, to avoid being overheard. Pinning Toya to the wall, Rooster let out a sigh.

“When are you going to finally be my good girl, Toya, and stop throwing bullshit obstacles in our way?“

Toya felt her mind scrambling for words as Rooster pressed closer. Focused on the medals on Bradley’s chest, she finally said, “I’m forty-one years old, Bradley. You should find a younger woman who can give you children.”

A bright eyed little girl with two puffy ponytails popped into her mind and Toya internally groaned. Over the years, she dreamed of having two girls but it had never happened. Now, after meeting Bradley, the dreams were back again and more intense than ever. But it was just her mind playing her because there was this big pilot paying attention to her for now.

“Fuck that shit, Toya. You don’t even believe it with the way you said it. You make me so frustrated sometimes, with this stubbornness. But you’re arching into me and I’m not even touching you,” Bradley stated.

Toya looked down and her body was really arching towards him. Fucking traitorous body. Then Bradley pulled her closer and she squeaked. He was all hard planes and corded muscle, totally different from her softness.

Several moments went past before Bradley bent his head down to whisper in her ear. “All I ask is for one more date. You and me, Saturday, before I deploy.”

Minute she heard the d-word, Toya felt her heart plummet. Bradley was getting deployed. All her resistance melted away as she nodded.

“Use your words like a good girl.”

Looking up at Bradley through her lashes, Toya felt her breath taken away at the intense look in his eyes. She finally said, “Yes, I’ll go out with you.”

****

The first date, well really the second date, was dinner and a movie. The third date was bowling. Toya won each game, annoying Rooster but Toya had played on her college’s bowling team so Rooster had no chance. The fourth date was a plane ride in a little Cessna that had made Toya scream in joy.

Tonight was the fifth date, a fancy dinner where Toya wore a rather racy navy blue dress. Rooster wore a suit without a tie, looking absolutely scrumptious. And Toya had decided that she was going to let Rooster seduce her into his bed tonight.

Rooster was a flirt, a very sneaky flirt. Nothing super dirty or filthy but Rooster made sure Toya knew that he wanted her and wanted her badly. But Toya could also tell he was holding back, probably because of his respect for her brother. So, in like a total 180, Toya took matters into her own hands.

“Reuben says you’re flying out in two days,” Toya started as Rooster drove his Bronco, eyes on the road. Toya pulled her skirt up a bit, noticing Rooster’s gulp. “When were you going to tell me, Bradley?”

“Tonight, before I dropped you off.”

Rooster wanted to fuck Toya’s brains out. He wanted to rail her until all she could think was him and just him. Rooster wanted Toya to crave him, become his total fuck toy. Rooster needed to make Toya his but there was still his TAD. It wouldn’t be fair to make her his and go away for a little over three months. But dammit, he was so tempted.

Then his will evaporated as Toya said, “Rooster.”

Toya said his fucking call sign. Rooster blinked as he turned to his right to see a peek of a lacy blue bra and he gulped again. “Are you trying to seduce me, Toya?”

“Okay, so I did ignore you and blow you off for so long before we went out again. But you’re really hot, Bradley, and if you want, I’ll go home with you tonight,” Toya drawled. This was totally out of her usual good girl actions but Bradley looked so good that Toya was willing to say several extra rosaries to make up for the kind of sex she wanted tonight.

“And what would we be doing if I took you home tonight?”

Rooster pulled over, looking Toya up and down before licking his lips. She really did torture him so he wanted Toya to say what she wanted with her own mouth.

Toya playfully rolled her eyes before saying, “You’d be fucking me, if you want.”

“So, you’re going to take my cock tonight, Toya? You’re going to let me get a taste of that sweet pussy, kitten?”

“Kitten?”

“So sweet but with a couple of claws, that’s you, Toya. But you’re going to let me fuck you, kitten?”

Spreading her legs, Toya knew her lace thong was soaked. Her body felt flushed, she felt hot and so needy. And the only person who could fill this need was Bradley. “Take me home, Rooster.”

Rooster pulled off, tires squealing as he shifted directions to his apartment.

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