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Nerves of Steel || Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Reader || 18+

Synopsis: You're Hangman's younger sister, Steel. By default of the Seresin family code, Jake fights your battles and you fight his. After taking it a little too far during training one day, Rooster puts you in your place.

Warnings: Soft dom vibes from rooster, unprotected sex, oral (m&f), edging, getting caught, this one is longgg

**Minors pls DNI!!**

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"Jesus, Steel, watch it!" You rolled your eyes. You checked your watch. Not even 40 seconds into the exercise, and Rooster is already on your back, complaining once again. You had met Rooster a while after Jake had; they had been in flight school together, you were eight years younger.

However, you and Rooster had been in Top Gun together four years ago. You got there earlier in your career than he did, and Jake was over the moon when he found out. Jake was a very supportive big brother, he loved it when you succeeded - half because you were from potentially the most competitive family on the planet, half just because.

Jake and Rooster had developed their odd rivalry during flight school, you had later become a third party to it during Top Gun. You weren't even sure why -- you actually thought Rooster was a pretty fun guy to be around. But, like you and Phoenix had joked about on many occasions, it was hilarious when he got so mad that that vein in his neck popped out. Well, it had been hilarious. Until you had that dream three weeks ago. You were posted on a mission for four weeks, and on the second to last night, you had had an X-rated dream about Fightertown's very own Bradley Bradshaw. It had truly come out of nowhere, you hadn't ever looked at him like that before. Now you couldn't stop looking at him. Especially at that vein on his throat when he was cussing you out.

Today was no different. Rooster was particularly irritated on this occasion. He made that extremely clear as the two of you completed your 200 push-ups out on the tarmac. It was ninety degrees, your flight suits felt like they weighed a tonne, and Rooster's glare felt like it was burning a hole in the side of your head.

Okay, maybe it was your fault that you guys had failed. You were doing solo exercises with Maverick, he was your wingman. You had gotten a little carried away going after the kill-shot on the older pilot, leaving Rooster open as Maverick 'got' him. Only for Maverick to do another of his insane rolling manoeuvres and secure a missile lock on you just moments later.

"Alright, two-hundred," Hondo confirmed, shaking his head slightly. His arms were folded over his chest as he leaned against the side of Rooster's F-18. He had been watching for the past ten minutes as Rooster glared at you across the tarmac, whilst you silently did your push-ups and pretended not to notice. "You can head inside." You rolled your shoulders in circles as you stood up, stiff from a hard day of flying and flipping off Rooster as you flew past him at the speed of sound. "Heard you almost got him, Steel." You looked up, grinning back at Coyote as he and your older brother crossed the runway towards you. You poked your tongue out just a little, "You know it!" Rooster rolled his eyes, stomping away down the tarmac.

"Jeez, what's got his panties in a bunch?" Hangman teased, loud enough for Rooster to hear, shooting a wink at you as he turned back. "Your sister, as per usual." Coyote answered, instantly wiping the smug look off of Jake's face.

Jake made a disgusted grimace, shaking his head and taking off his sunglasses just so that Coyote knew he was especially serious, "Don't be gross, dude." When you and Jake had begun working together, you had formulated rules. You were not to sleep with any pilots that you both worked with, and he was not allowed to flirt with your friends. Jake took the no pilots rule very seriously. "Whatever," You laughed Coyote's comment off, bumping the bottom of your fist against the top of Coyote's, then did the same thing with Jake, "Give him hell for me." You left the two of them to it, pulling your hair down from its neatly styled, Navy mandated, bun as you made your way to the showers. It was more hairspray than hair after that style, you winced as you attempted to comb your fingers through it. Walking through the door, you were momentarily startled, stopping in place. Rooster was standing in front of his locker, hair damp and spikey, the chain of his dog tags backwards and resting between his shoulder blades. His white towel was wrapped a little too loosely around his waist, beads of water running slowly down his tanned back. You hadn't noticed that your lips had parted in surprise until he turned and looked at you over your shoulder and a subconscious part of your brain pressed them shut again. "Look, if you're here to brag about that dumbass shit you pulled up there," He was already shaking his head, turning back to whatever he was messing with in his locker. You weren't even sure he was speaking English at first - too busy watching the way the muscles in his back flexed as he reached up and placed his boots on top of the lockers. "I don't wanna hear it." You blinked, shaking your head quickly and crossing the room to your own locker. Damn the Navy for making its locker room facilities unisex. "Just here to shower." You put your hands up, mock defensively, before spinning your code into the padlock and clicking it open. You debated it for a moment. He was already pretty mad. He didn't need provoking further. Yet, "I'm surprised you're done already actually. Didn't know you were capable of going that fast.", you did anyway. You felt his eyes on the back of your head, smiling to yourself slightly at the reaction. You pretended not to notice, gathering your towel and shower supplies. Pleased with his silence - rendering a person silent in the Seresin family meant that the argument had been won - you turned, ready to head toward the showers. Alarmed to find yourself now mere centimetres from him, you stumbled back and hit the locker, eyes widening as you craned your neck back to look at him. You swallowed. "That attitude's gonna get you in trouble." He warned, his hand resting on the locker beside your hip. You furrowed your eyebrows, scoffing as you slid past him, "What are you? - My mom?"

You turned and walked toward the showers, eyes still wide as you tried to process what had just happened and how you were going to explain it to Phoenix at your weekly sleepover later. A naked Bradley Bradshaw had just pinned you to a locker and warned you not to fuck with him.

She wasn't going to believe you in a million years. You stepped into the shower stall, undressing slowly and putting your clothes onto the shelf just outside of the shower, still reeling. The warm water made things all the more confusing. You couldn't stop thinking about it. Although, you did give props to whichever part of your brain controlled your dreams because, as it turned out, reality wasn't so far fetched. He was in fact capable of putting his foot on the gas a little. In your dream, he had more than tapped the gas. Your core throbbed at the thought.

"Alright,”

You yelped, broken from your sordid daydream by the very face you had been envisioning. Rooster had nudged back the shower curtain and half stepped in, his towel still around his waist.

His lips quirked slightly as you rushed to cover yourself, almost slipping on the tile as you covered your chest and the rest of yourself with the other.

"Hey, where'd those nerves of steel go?" He teased, calling back to how you had acquired your callsign. Your eyes widened even more. What the fuck was going on? You pressed your back against the shower wall, totally bewildered.

"What the fuck?"

"Look, I know you want to fuck me." Rooster shrugged his shoulders, watching you as your eyes fell down to his chest again. He had been dubious at first, but this wasn't the first time he had seen you staring now.

"Wha - who said - I-I do not!"

Rooster smirked slightly, "Hey. I don't get it either. But, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about fucking you until you finally learned your damn lesson."

Your knees almost went weak. You honestly weren't 100% sure that you weren't dreaming again.

"So?" Rooster hooked his thumb under the edge of the towel, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Your mouth went dry suddenly as you allowed your eyes to watch his hand.

You had thought of Rooster naked many times since your dream about him. Now, as your eyes focused on the silhouette under the towel, you realised you had been severely undermining him.

You dropped your hands, stepping forward and grabbing either side of his jaw, tugging him forward and pressing your lips to his. His hands instinctively found your hips, pushing you back until your skin of your back touched the cold tile. He dropped the towel, moving his body against yours, pressing you firmly into the tile. You hummed softly against his lips, glancing down as you felt him press against your hip bone. You trailed your fingertips along his tanned, toned torso until they rested against his half hard dick, wrapping your palm around him and stroking him lazily. "You have a really nice cock." You murmured, wetting your lips with your tongue as he moved his head, pressing his lips to your throat. "I know." He acknowledged, giving you a taste of your own medicine. You hadn't ever heard Rooster be smug before, you liked it.

He wanted to compliment you too, but he wasn't going to add any more fuel to the fire that was your ego.

He pushed his knee between yours, resting his forehead against yours, just watching you as you stroked him. "Get on your knees for me." He demanded gently, pressing his lips to your temple in a perfect Bradley Bradshaw type juxtaposition. You looked at him, mouth open, ready to make a snarky comment. Then paused. He quirked an eyebrow expectantly at you. Just daring you to go ahead and say it. You smiled slightly, sweetly, like you were never about to say anything at all, "Yessir." He smirked just a little as you sank to your knees before him, pushing your damp hair back off of your face.

"Get to it, Lieutenant." He leaned his forearm against the wall, cornering you against it. You allowed yourself to look at him unashamedly. From his broad, strong shoulders, his toned chest, his firm arms, to his thick, tanned thighs - you couldn't lie and say that he wasn't exactly what you had hoped and more.

You grinned, sticking your tongue out flat for him, pressing it against the underside of his cock, dragging it all the way to the tip, then wrapping your lips around him. Rooster jolted slightly as your hand came up and cupped his balls. Excitement ran through you at the realisation.

He watched you smirk around his dick, his breath catching in his throat just slightly — what a sight. So, he was sensitive down there, you hummed softly, massaging them delicately, keeping that information tucked away for later use.

Rooster leaned his head back against tile, eyes closed as he pushed his hips out further, groaning gently. You moaned around him, squeezing your thighs together at the sight before you. You regretted not dropping to your knees for him sooner.

You pulled your mouth almost completely off of him, swirling your tongue around his pink tip, pulling a soft groan from his lips. You then pulled back completely, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him as you nuzzled your head just a little further between his legs. Rooster's fingers curled against your scalp, collecting a fistful of hair as your tongue pressed against his testicles.

You giggled softly at his reaction, humming delightedly as your nose brushed his thigh whilst you nipped, kissed, and oh-so-gently sucked at the sensitive skin.

He slid both hand down to the base of your skull, meeting your gaze. You nodded a little, bobbing your head down his length once more, bracing your hand against his thigh. Rooster let out a heavy breath, grunting softly as he guided your mouth further down on him. You blinked up at him through those pretty lashes of yours.

Whatever he wanted to do, you could take. He was gentle as he fucked your mouth, just barely letting himself in far enough to graze your throat. He saw the amusement in your eyes, just knowing that if your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you'd have something to say.

He pushed his hips forward, holding your head still as he rocked his hips back and forth, resting his palm against the wall behind you for leverage. You blinked back tears as he stroked the back of your throat, stroking his thigh sweetly to let him know you were alright.

“You like that?” Rooster breathed, slowing his hips only a little, stroking a tear back off of your cheek. You forced yourself to look up at him again, nodding for him.

He took his lip between his teeth, holding back a smile, “If I’d known this would shut you up I would’ve done it a while ago." As good as you were, he refused to compliment your technique. You'd only hold it over his head later. Plus, he was good too.

Rooster moved his hands, lifting your chin to admire his view one last time before jerking his head, motioning for you to get up. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your thumb as you stood up, biting your cheek as he pressed your body back against the wall. He lowered his head, pressing open mouthed kisses along your bare chest until he came to your breast.

You shivered as you felt his hand move between your legs, he used swiped your ankles further apart with his own and slid two fingers along your core. He met your gaze. The look on his face said it all.

You were soaking: you knew it, he clearly knew it - your lips parted as you received a taste of your own medicine. He didn't have to say a word for you to know that he had plenty that he simply could say. You swallowed, catching him smirk slightly as he dragged his lips back down across your sternum.

He brushed the knuckle of his middle finger over your clit, just barely grazing it, enough to make you think that it may have just been an accident. You immediately began to doubt his abilities, grounded suddenly as his index and middle finger stroked delicate patterns against the sensitive nerves.

You moaned softly as he took your nipple into his mouth, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb across the other, feeling it harden against his digit.

He moved to his knees before you, the warm spray of the shower hitting his chest as he guided one of your thighs over his shoulder, pressing his mouth against your skin as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses across your legs.

"Hurry up." You groaned, pushing your fingers into his hair. His eyes met yours, glinting with amusement - like he knew something you didn't.

He still obliged, moving his mouth between your legs finally. Just as his fingers had, his tongue found your clit quickly, just flicking against it tauntingly. You whined, jutting your hips out toward him.

He pushed those two fingers into you, curling them expertly against your walls, coaxing a desperate moan from your lips as excitement pooled in your belly.

Your fingers raked through his sandy curls, eyes closed, moaning quietly for him as your high built up.

Rooster listened to what your body was telling him. He watched your chest rise and fall, your fingertips begin to tremble against his scalp, your pussy clench around his fingers and throb against him tongue. And then he stopped.

"Oh, fuck you." You were onto him immediately. You whined softly as he let you high fade away, pressing delicate kisses everywhere except where you needed him most. You felt him smirk against your thigh. "I'm sorry, Steel. Were you close?"

You groaned, closing your eyes as his lips pressed against your core once more. He yanked you closer to him, making you almost lose your footing on the wet tile. You forgot all about that as his tongue pressed against your pussy, his grip on your hips tightening as he sucked and flicked his tongue against your clit.

You honestly wondered for a moment what would happen if he let go of you right now... there was a real possibility that you might just hit the floor.

His fingers were inside of you again, he was building you up this time even faster than before. You whimpered, steadying yourself against the wall. All for him to just stop again.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, gritting your teeth and planting both feet firmly on the ground, glaring at him. His lips curved upward, amused. You fidgeted on your feet, frustrated.

Bradley straightened back up, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His hand slipped between your legs once more.

"Tell me why I'm upset with you." He spoke softly, nosing at your cheek as he circled your all too sensitive clit. You whimpered, resting your forehead against his chest.

"Because I made us fail the exercise." You answered begrudgingly. Bradley's fingers stilled, he clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly and pressing a kiss below your ear.

"No, that's not it, honey." He teased, fingers still resting against your clit, unmoving. You growled in frustration, sighing heavily as you met his gaze. He kissed the corner of your mouth sweetly, "C'mon. You know why."

You huffed. "Because I didn't listen to you."

He smiled against your cheek, slipping his two fingers into you, working over your clit with the pad of his thumb, "There you go. Now tell me how sorry you are."

"I'm sorry." You pushed your hips desperately against his hand, panting as he curled his fingers inside of you so expertly. He stilled once more. You were going to scream if he did that one more time. Bradley knew that. "Please, Rooster, I said I'm fucking sorry! - I'll listen. I'm sorry, just - please."

He slipped his tongue into your mouth, finally deciding you had made up for your behaviour. You grasped desperately at his shoulders, whimpering into the crook of his neck as he brought you up to the edge once again. You pressed your fingernails into the back of his neck, muffling the sounds of your orgasm against his skin as he finally let you release.

"God, you're an asshole." You breathed, blinking hard as you tried to make the white spots in your vision go away. Even with the white spots, you could see the shit-eating grin on his face. He hummed in agreement, his hand sliding up to rest around your throat as his lips found yours.

His thumbs stroked your hips softly as he turned you around, pressing his chest to your back, sandwiching you between him and the tile. You whined softly, pushing your hips back against his.

"Fuck..." You breathed, gasping as he pushed himself into you, pulling your hips back against his. He left open-mouthed kisses across the backs of your shoulders, making up for the fact that he was painfully hard and not really planning on giving you time to adjust.

"You feel so fucking good." Rooster gave in, complementing you as he pulled out almost entirely and drove back into you again.

You moaned out, burying your head in the crook of your arm as he pounded you against the tile, protecting your hips from taking the worst of the damage by wrapping an arm around your waist.

He moved you, bending you over a little more for a better angle, grabbing the back of your neck and holding you down as he fucked into you.

“Holy shit…” you moaned out, rutting your hips back against his desperately, digging your fingernails into his toned thigh. His soft grunts into the crook of your neck were driving you crazy, especially after all of his teasing, you were feeling close again already.

You both freeze at the sound of the door to the locker room opening.

Before you could even really register the danger, Rooster turned you around, hoisting you up, guiding your legs around his waist. You furrowed your eyebrows, following his gaze down to the floor and connecting with his logic.

His ankles were now the only ones visible under the bottom of the shower curtain.

Always one to tease, your eyes remained on him as you grabbed his cock and guided it between your legs once more. Rooster pressed your back to the wall, eyebrows furrowed as he sank back into you. You whined softly, almost in relief.

"For an old guy, he really knows his shit."

Both of your eyes widened at the same time in horrified realisation. Rooster shifted you into one arm, his palm pressing over your mouth tightly. Jake, oblivious, took his time messing around with his locker. You prayed silently that he just decided to shower at home today.

"Can't believe you told him he can drink on us," Coyote chimed in, making you wince. You and Rooster stared at each other, him biting his cheek to keep from laughing. "Old guys can drink, Jake."

"Got us out of the push-ups, didn't I?"

One more look at Rooster, and you found yourself confused by the glint in his eye.

"Be quiet." He mouthed the words, not bothering to let you respond as he moved his hips, finding a slow pace that couldn't be heard over the sound of the shower. You half wanted to protest, but the other, weaker, half of you knew that if you were denied one more fucking orgasm today - you were going to lose it.

Oddly, it was surprising what the feeling did to you. His cock filling you over and over, his lips dragging across your throat, his palm pressed firmly over your mouth.

"Rooster, you in here, man?" Rooster watched your eyes widen, snickering to himself quietly. He removed his hand from your mouth, shooting you a look. They had just spotted that his locker was still open, that was all.

"Yeah. What's up, Coyote?"

You gritted your teeth, your head lulled back against the tile as he fucked you.

"Everyone's headed to Penny's. We're buying." Coyote shot a look at Jake begrudgingly about the last part. Rooster bit his lip, stifling a laugh.

"Stop, I'm gonna cum. I can't be quiet." You whispered desperately, as quietly as you could. Rooster couldn't have looked more amused if he tried.

"Yeah, go ahead," Rooster called back to Coyote, "I'll catch up."

"Alright, see you there!"

"Huh," Hangman furrowed his eyebrows as he picked up the set of keys left on the bench. He examined them and looked around. "Y/N left her car keys."

Coyote shrugged, "Probably caught a ride with Phoenix."

Hangman nodded. That made sense. He figured he would bring the keys anyway and make fun of your dumb ass for forgetting to lock them away safely.

You hadn't heard the last part of the conversation. You were to busy clawing the shit out of Rooster's back, desperately trying not to cum and not to make any noise. You sighed in relief as you heard the door close and their footsteps trail away.

Rooster pressed his lips to yours again desperately as he fucked you through your orgasm, relishing in the string of your nails on his shoulders. His thrusts became more erratic, barely bottoming out, just pounding into you again and again until he's coming undone himself, spilling inside of you.

...

"D'you think Rooster was getting some in the locker room?" Coyote asked, eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at Hangman. Hangman scoffed from the driver's seat, shaking his head.

"You're kidding right?" He practically laughed at the idea. "He was probably just crying about Mav whooping his ass in training again." Then, he did laugh. It was ridiculous to him. There was no way in hell.

Coyote shook his head, still not convinced, "I dunno, man. He sounded a little too... happy. He found somethin' funny. I mean - what's funny about getting invited to Penny's?"

Hangman rolled his eyes, "Look, if it was someone else - maybe. But it's Rooster!" He swung his car into a space and turned off the ignition, laughing again as he got out of the car.

As expected, Phoenix was already at The Hard Deck when Coyote and Hangman arrived. First, they had to make good on their promise of buying and drinking a round with Maverick.

After that round was finished, Hangman sauntered up to the bar and stood beside the stool that Phoenix was perched on as she talked to Penny across the bar.

"Hey, Birdbrain, where's my sister?" Hangman teased, draping an arm around his colleague's shoulder, his signature smug smile playing on his lips. Phoenix's first point of call was to shrug him off. Then, she turned to him and shrugged,

"She was taking a shower last I heard. Let me know if you see her, though - she's supposed to stay with me tonight."

Jake's eyebrows furrowed. He cocked his head, shaking it at this new information as he pulled your keys from his pocket. "Well, I just left the locker rooms. She wasn't in there and she left her keys."

Phoenix shrugged again.

It was at that moment that the door to Penny's opened. The bell above the door rang, and Hangman and Coyote's attention both turned towards the door at the same time. In time to see you and Rooster heading through the door together.

There was nothing suggestive about the way you entered, nothing unprofessional about either of you as you made your way into the bar.

Only, both Hangman and Coyote now thought back to their conversation in the car. Jake turned his head, watching you and Rooster split up and shoot off in different directions like magnets being repelled from each other. His lips parted.

Coyote glanced between you and Jake, making the same connection at the same time. Phoenix slapped a hand over her mouth as she made the same connection just a moment later.

Telling Rooster about your little dream had clearly been the right move.

"Oh my fucking god, no way!" She exclaimed as you reached her.

You glanced between her and your horrified older brother, "What? W-What is it?"

Jake pushed his beer into Phoenix's hands and your eyes widened. You looked down at your keys in his hand. He looked down at the distinct teeth marks on your collarbone. You knew he knew.

"Jake, don't."

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