dancing with our hands tied

PAIRING lieutenant bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw/afab!mitchell!reader

SUMMARY you can’t hide a relationship with bradley bradshaw from your father forever

WARNINGS light smut, oral sex (f receiving), gendered terms, awkward situation

REQUESTEDyes/no

WORD COUNT 2.8k words

i just want to set the scene because i had a very particular scenery in mind while writing this but you know that kinda humid but not too humid mid 70s summer day where the sky is kinda pink before sunset and the smell of the shift in the ozone before the rain is in the air? that’s the setting for this in my brain, it changes nothing but there you go. enjoy! :)

The feeling of a mustache rubbing against your neck as Bradley kissed down the sensitive flesh left your brain nearly completely numb as your arms wrapped against him, your back pressed against the wall of your bedroom. It was probably the millionth time Bradley Bradshaw had been in your bedroom, neither of you took any notice of the posters lining your wall or the way your hand reached out to flip the collector vinyl of an Elvis album down because “It’s weird to make out with Elvis Presley watching over us.”. He’s done this with you a million times before, never once had either of you been caught.

“Isn’t it weird to hide this from my dad?” You asked, feeling a sigh fall against the column of your neck as Bradley looked up at you. 

“Is it weird for you?” He asked, his hand placed against your cheek as his thumb stroked the bone under your eye. Your head automatically leaned into his touch as you looked at him, as your eyes completely softened while you took in the appearance of the one and only man you allowed into your childhood bedroom. 

“Nothing is ever weird with you.” You mumbled, a smile gracing your lips as he leaned down to capture them within his own. Ever since your father, one Pete Mitchell, had rekindled the bond between himself and Bradley, the two of you had been practically inseparable. Your dad was always off with Penny now that they were back together, and since you were only home for the summer from college and old enough to drink, he had no real issue leaving you to your own devices in the house. What was the worst thing you could possibly do? 

As the kiss deepened, you could feel it becoming more and more erratic as Bradley pulled your hips flush against yours, as his tongue caressed your bottom lip and you lost track of which spit belonged to you and which didn’t. It wasn’t a particularly hot day, in fact, you were pretty sure a storm would be rolling in within the hour, but the entire room felt like it was on fire as you brought one of your hands to the top of Bradley’s head, your fingers tangling in his hair as his own hand squeezed your backside. 

It didn’t take very long for you to lose the feeling of the wall against you completely, as you allowed Bradley to back you both up until he reached the bed. You pulled back from his lips for a moment as you let him fall back against the pillows, you climbing on top of him. He held your hips as you straddled his waist, leaning back down to kiss him again. As your body fell against his, you could feel him traveling down your neck again. 

No matter how many times Bradley Bradshaw kissed your neck, he never left a mark that would last more than ten minutes. It wasn’t that either of you were embarrassed to be together, or even that you were particularly worried about what your dad would say. But neither of you were entirely sure what the nature of your relationship was. You were friends to start with, he made working in the garage a little more fun. But one day you just started making out with each other, and the next day you were exploring each other’s bodies like your lives depended upon it. 

It didn’t surprise you at all to feel his sloppy kisses remaining someone light, as he held himself back from leaving love bites on your skin. Though, you couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would feel like to trace your finger over the indentations that his teeth would leave behind, to feel the grind of his mustache against your neck as he sucked the skin above your pulse point into his mouth.

Almost unconsciously, you started to grind your hips down against his. The groan that left his throat as you moved against him sending a shock of pleasure to your clit as you rolled over him. You paid no mind to Bradley’s hands as they pushed you down further against his hips, detaching his mouth from your neck as he pulled you back into a kiss. It was incredibly sloppy, all tongue and saliva and a lot less of a practiced waltz. But you loved every moment of it, you loved the slight burn of his facial hair against your delicate skin, the way it made your heart race to wonder if anyone could tell there was hair rubbing against your upper lip. The constant reminder that it was definitely Bradley you were kissing, only making you more and more turned on as you craved him more intimately than before.

Your hands traveled under his tank top as he caught onto your desires and shrugged the floral printed shirt he was wearing off of his body. You let him reach behind you to toss the shirt into the basket at the foot of your bed as you did the same with his tank top. You could almost feel the near-smugness radiating off of him as your hands traversed the lines of his defined muscles. Truthfully, you’d never really cared that much if someone had muscles or not when you were with them - but it definitely wasn’t a turn off. Especially Bradley’s, not so big that they were intimidating but so defined that you could see the outline of them through that tank top he loved to wear. 

Bradley reached under your shirt to tug it off as well, removing your bra before he bothered to toss them both into the hamper. No matter how many times you’d seen other naked in the past few weeks, it never ceased to feel like the first time. You allowed his large, yet slightly calloused, hands to cup your breasts as you continued to grind your hips against his, biting your lip and letting out a whimper as another grunt left his mouth. 

Just as you leaned down to press your lips against his chin you saw something in his eyes, like he was planning something. Before you had the chance to ask, you felt him starting to change your positioning, following his lead as he urged you off of him so you were laying down on your back, as he wasted no time in kissing down your neck and chest. 

A whine left your mouth as his lips connected with one of your nipples, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue rolled over the hardening skin. One of his hands joined the action as it cupped your other breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your back arched against him as your hips squirmed for a bit of relief. You were positive that your panties would be soaked the moment he took your shorts off, but you knew that patience was a virtue with Bradley Bradshaw, because he was a man who would always take his time with you. 

“I’ll take care of you baby, just relax.” He said as he detached his lips from your nipple, pressing a kiss to the top of your breast as he moved up to connect your lips again. The kiss was incredibly needy as you all but clung to him, moaning into his mouth as he continued to roll your other nipple between his fingers.

However needy the kiss was, it was also incredibly slow. Not quite teasing as it was showing you how much he valued you, your pleasure, as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. You let your tongue meet in a slower movement than before, much more like a dance than the sloppy kisses you’d given each other while you were sitting atop of him. 

The moment he pulled back from the kiss you could hear a “Fuck,” Escape his mouth as he pressed another chaste kiss to your lips. “You look fuckin’ perfect like this.” You were sure you were a sight for sore eyes as he looked at you, your chest heaving and a slight amount of sweat settled on the skin he’d kissed over. Your eyes must’ve been blown as wide as they could possibly be as you looked up at him.

“You always look perfect, Lieutenant Bradshaw.” You noted a tint of pink coloring his cheeks upon receiving your compliment, before he broke eye contact and began to kiss down your body again. You could feel his tongue running over the curves of your breast, over the skin of your stomach as he trailed kisses down your body before finally reaching your shorts. 

“Are you positive about this?” He asked, a small smile covering your lips at his question. Even if it was probably reaching the dozen mark of times you’d slept together in the past few weeks, every single time he made sure to ask for your consent on it before he proceeded. And every single time, without fail, it caused a flutter in your stomach as your eyes held onto his. 

“Yes, I’m positive. As long as you are.” 

A smile covered his lips as he undid the button on your shorts, a shimmy of your hips helping him pull them and your panties off before they joined the rest of your clothes in the hamper by the foot of your bed. You felt him slowly spread your thighs as you tried to relax against the pillows, trying to not allow the anticipation of his tongue against your clit bother you too much as he delicately placed kisses on the insides of your thighs. 

It didn’t take too much longer to feel his hot breath against your core, his eyes locking with yours one final time as he licked a stripe from your opening to your clit. A moan escaped your throat, the pleasure only amplified as his eyes held yours as he lapped over you again, his eyes fluttering closed.

“You always taste so good,” He muttered, your lips sucked in between your teeth as his lips locked on your clit. His movements were slow but steady, almost tantalizing, as he ran delicate and careful motions over your clit. The feeling of his lips, his tongue, gracing the most sensitive part of your body had you moaning for him and breathless in no time as your eyes snapped shut, one of your hands grasping his brown hair. 

After a moment, you felt Bradley push two of his fingers into you. The wetness from your previous actions together made it easy for him to slide them in, your back arching again as you let out a moan. You felt him speed up his movements a bit as one of his arms draped over your waist once your hips started to squirm. The feeling of his hair between your hands and his mustache against your skin kept your mind firmly on Bradley as he continued to pleasure you. 

It was always shocking how attentive he was, how he spent so much time with your clit in his mouth and his fingers inside of you - focusing on your moans and doing anything in his power to make sure that he was giving you the most pleasurable experience possible. Your eyes opened slowly as you glanced down, that familiar yet confusing fluttering filling your stomach again at you watched him. 

The soft, warmness of his tongue continued to tease your clit and send shockwaves through your core as his fingers twisted and curled inside of you. At some point, he seemed to figure out which place he got the most visceral moans from as he curled his fingers into the most vulnerable and sensitive spot inside of you. 

His tongue started to speed up again, now lapping at you almost like he was a man-starved, somehow giving you the impression that he was taking your orgasm from you because he himself was craving it while also making it clear that he was giving it to you because he wanted you to feel as pleased as possible. You couldn’t stop the overflow of his name from your lips as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to an orgasm. 

Bradley detached his lips from your clit for just a moment as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, his eyes locking with yours again as he curled them and his just the right spot to have you tugging on his hair. “That’s right baby, c-” 

Bradley’s words, and your whines of his name, were cut short as the sound of feet echoing on the stairs filled both of your ears. Your eyes blew out wide as you both got up in the most mad panic of your lives. He quickly helped you get back into your shirt and panties, just as he had you turned around while he hooked your bra, the door opened behind him.

“The storm got in the way of Penny and I’s trip, so I was wondering if you wanted to…” Utter silence filled the room as you slowly turned around, taking Bradley’s button up to cover your body as your father took a moment to process what exactly he was witnessing. “What am I missing here?” 

“I mean… I don’t think you’re missing anything, dad.” You mumbled, coughing a bit as his eyes darted between yourself and Bradley like he was working on some sort of equation that should be simple for him, but was for some reason baffling him as he tried to figure it out.

“I understand if you’re upset with us, Maverick. I crossed a-”

“No, no. I’m not upset. If anyone’s good enough for my baby girl it’s the man who saved my life.” He responded, finally coming to understand what was happening in front of him. “But I expect you to use protection, she’s too young to have her own baby. Are we understood?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Yep.”

“Great. If you can clean yourselves up we’re going to go to the grocery store before the storm, and then we’re going to have a nice long talk over dinner.” 

There was no room for debate as he left the room, shutting the door behind him as you watched Bradley. In hindsight, you were sure that your dad knew Bradley was in his house from the moment he pulled in since his car was parked out front. And since he wasn’t in the garage, the only logical explanation was that he was somewhere inside with you. The only shocking part of it would be what you were doing, which he reacted shockingly well to.

Your eyes locked with Bradley’s as you both looked at each other, trying to have some sort of mental discussion about what had just happened before a laugh sounded from your throat. You watched Bradley finally crack into a laugh too before leaning down to grab the rest of the clothing you both had yet to put on. Once you calmed down, though, and finished getting dressed, you found yourself standing in front of him again.

Bradley leaned down to press a quick and gentle kiss to your lips as you looked up at him, “Does this… does this mean we’re officially dating?” Bradley asked, turning the tables on you as he asked the question. 

“Do you want it to?” You couldn’t help how nervous you sounded as you asked, how hopeful you were sure you sounded as well. 

“I do.”

“Then yes, this means we’re officially dating.” A smile covered your mouth as he pulled you back into another kiss, but the taste of yourself in his mouth reminded you that you were both about to go have a dad talk over dinner. “Go brush your teeth, you left a toothbrush here last time.” 

As you watched Bradley walk into your bathroom, knowing fully well that you were about to have dinner with him and be able to tell your dad that he was your boyfriend without worrying about what anyone would think - you could only be glad you’d taken your time with Bradley, if only to put off the extensive dad talk you were both about to listen to.