Yes, I've given in.

I finally wrote smut.

I got very carried away honestly. Like really carried away. So I want to see both hands on the phone people.

If you want to skip this, really recommend to reading after: "You okay, Hartley?" Brady asked in amusement, his voice incredibly cocky.

That part is around 3/4 of the way through. The ending is really important and you do not want to miss it!

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The time it took to go from the parking lot to Brady's bedroom went by in a flash.

Brady tossed Tatum onto the bed with ease, pressing his body against her instantly. His lips captured hers again hastily, like he needed to constantly be touching her. Tatum was dizzy as she kissed him just as feverishly, needing him as close as possible. She tugged him closer and closer, her heart pounding in her chest.

Brady pulled back briefly and Tatum felt like she was set on fire by the way he looked at her. His eyes were so intense and filled with such admiration that Tatum almost wanted to stay right there forever. She would be happy just staying there with Brady looking at her like that. No one had ever looked at her like that before. But Tatum wanted to explore every part of him. She wanted to be close to him. She slipped her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Brady unclasped her bra with one of his hands and threw it on the ground with her shirt. His hands immediately cupped her breasts, squeezing and teasing at her nipples.

He peeled his jersey off over his head and Tatum allowed herself to gawk at his physique for a few moments. It should be illegal to look that good. His muscles were so defined that he looked like a sculpture. She ran her hands down his arms before flickering her eyes back to his. Brady smirked at her before leaning back down, pressing his lips against hers again.

His hands fumbled with her pants, undoing the button. She reluctantly pulled her hands from his arms and decided to help him out, shimmying out of her pants and kicking them to the side. He did the same, leaving him in his boxers. Brady pressed himself against her and she could feel his bulge through the material. Her breath hitched as he moved his lips to her neck, slowing trailing his mouth down to her breasts.

Brady spent some time swirling his tongue around her nipples, sucking hickeys all over them. Tatum let out a moan, hands pulling at his hair. He groaned with her at the sensation, continuing his way down her body. He settled between her legs, teasing her as he pressed his mouth lightly on her thick thighs. Brady pulled her underwear down so slowly that she was sure he was doing it just to make her mad. As he pushed her legs apart, Tatum hoped Brady would start to touch her where she really needed him, but he continued to pay her thighs the most attention.

"If you don't do something, Parker, I swear to god, I'll—" Tatum started but was abruptly cut off when Brady licked a long strip up her folds and settling on her clit. She let out a cry of pleasure, throwing her head back in surprise.

"If I knew this was all I had to do to shut you up," Brady teased as he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking harshly. Her hands flew down to his hair, tugging at the messy curls and tugging him closer. He pulled back with a grin, asking, "Now you like my hair, huh?"

"You sh-shut up," Tatum moaned out with a stutter, her hips bucking into his mouth. "Fuck, keep doing that."

"Atta girl," Brady gushed cockily, glancing up at her to watch her face briefly. He kept his eyes trained on her as he pushed two fingers inside her. Tatum's chest heaved at the sensation, unable to keep up with his movements. His tongue moved faster against her like he was on a mission.

"Keep going, I'm close," Tatum pleaded desperately, face contorting in pleasure. Brady sped up his fingers and tongue, eyes locked onto her face. Her breaths stuttered as she reached her peak, moaning loudly as her body twitched. Brady continued to pump his fingers into her, watching with a gleam in his eyes. "Fuck, oh my god."

"You enjoy yourself?" Brady asked cockily.

"Shut it," Tatum told him, out of breath. She leaned up, placing her hand against his chest and pushing him back. She swapped their positions with ease, grinning as he rested against the headboard with an amused look on his face. "My turn."

She tugged at the band of his boxers, pulling them down. Spitting into her hand, she lifted his hardened cock with her fingers as she began to pump him with her hand. He breathed out in relief, eyes screwing shut. Tatum smirked before wrapping her lips around him. Brady let out a loud groan, hands going for her head. He tangled his fingers in her hair and Tatum moaned. He didn't push her down, just running his fingers through her hair as if to settle himself down. His hips stuttered from the vibration, panting heavily above her.

Tatum pulled back, continuing to stroke him leisurely. Her voice was airy as she asked, "Enjoying yourself?"

"Tatum," Brady breathed out desperately as he tugged at her hair.

"Mhm?" Tatum asked as she licked a strip up to the tip. She took him into her mouth again, bobbing up and down as she tried to take as much of him as she could. Her hand pumped what she couldn't take.

But she wanted to surprise him. Tatum pushed herself all the way down on his cock, going as far down as she could go. She swallowed around him and Brady let out a loud moan as his hips bucked up involuntarily. After a few moments, Tatum pulled off him again, smirking up at him as she returned to the small licks on his cock.

He groaned. "Don't be a tease."

"You like me like that," Tatum boasted confidently.

"Wanna take that bet?" Brady said doubtfully. She hummed, licking him from his base to tip. Her lips settled on his tip and she sucked teasingly. His legs tensed and he pulled her back by her hair. "Fuck, I need to be inside you."

Tatum grinned happily as he positioned himself over her, her back against the pillows. She shifted to make herself more comfortable, unable to take her eyes off of him. Brady leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth, spitting out the top. He rolled the condom onto himself, tugging it on. Brady paused after he tossed the wrapper aside, staring at her with a look of adoration in his eyes.

"God, you're beautiful," Brady gushed, eyes trailing up and down her body. He leaned down, wrapping his lips around her breast. She moaned, running her hands through his hair as she pulled him closer. His voice was slightly muffled as he continued with, "So fucking beautiful."

"Please, please fuck me," Tatum begged, eyes desperate.

Brady let out a groan at her pleas. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"Then take me," Tatum told him firmly, repeating his own words from earlier. She lifted her hips up and pressed them against him. His eyes squeezed shut in restraint as he positioned himself against her, holding himself in his hands.

Brady pushed himself inside of her, the two of them groaning out loudly. Tatum squeezed her eyes shut at the stretch, breathing heavily as she tried to contain herself. Her voice was tight as she said, "Oh my god."

He inched himself further and further in until he was buried at the hilt, leaning down over her to gather himself. Brady groaned when she squeezed around him, doing his best to not get ahead of himself. "Fuck, you okay?"

"Yes, god, yes," Tatum told him breathlessly. "Please... please, move."

Brady began to thrust himself in and out of her slowly, his pace gradually increasing with each passing moment. He watched her carefully, looking for any indication that she needed him to slow down. Tatum whimpered as his cock explored spots inside of her that she didn't even know existed. He seemed tentative, unsure of how much she could take. But she wanted him to go harder. Faster. She needed it.

"Brady, harder," Tatum moaned, her hands running down his back. "Please."

Brady groaned, thrusting into her with a new found determination. "Fuck, you feel so good."

He latched his lips onto her neck, sucking harshly at her skin. Brady licked the side of her neck, sending a wrack of shivers down her spine. Tatum let out another cry of pleasure, rolling her hips up. His fingers found her clit again, rubbing her hastily in small circles. Her pleasure spiked at the sensation, feeling her peak rise surprisingly quickly. She needed relief desperately. She needed him.

"Please, don't stop," Tatum pleaded desperately, her hands raking down his back. But of course, he'd never listen to her.

Brady pulled out abruptly and she whined at the feeling. Before she could really react, he took her by the hips and flipped her over. Tatum squealed as she went flying, placing her hands out to catch herself. Brady's hands ran up and down her body, feeling the curve of her hips and waist before settling on her bottom. He groaned, saying, "Fuck, you're so hot."

"Just fuck me," Tatum demanded, glancing over her shoulder. He grinned at her before slamming into her once more and she moaned out loudly. His hips pistoned into her rapidly, squeezing at her waist.

His hand crept up from behind her and settled on the front of her neck, cupping his hand around her throat. Tatum moaned loudly and threw her head back. Brady held her up by her throat, leaning forward and pressing his lips against her neck. He pounded in and out of her, the bed slamming against the wall harshly. His hips changed angles every few moments, as if trying something out. Tatum cried out in pleasure when he hit a certain spot inside of her.

"There it is," he muttered to himself, a bit of pride in his voice. He continued to hit that spot inside of her and her arms began to get less and less sturdy. Brady held her up by her throat, allowing her body to give out. Tatum moaned, eyes shutting in pleasure. "You close, baby?"

Tatum whimpered at his words and nodded rapidly. Brady took his free hand and wrapped it around her waist, landing on her clit as he rubbed it quickly. She let out a loud moan as pleasure overwhelmed her, her walls clamping down on him tightly. Brady groaned at the sensation and thrusted into her impossibly faster as he chased his own relief. Tatum's peak hit her like a truck, crying out as her body spasmed. He continued to move inside of her before burying himself to the hilt, throwing his head back as he groaned.

"Fuck, fuck," Brady muttered to himself in pleasure, slowly taking his hand from Tatum's neck and easing her down to the bed.

Tatum let out a shaky breath as she sagged into the bed, her body feeling like mush. Her eyes fluttered shut as she hit the cool bed sheets, wanting nothing more than to just stay there. Brady chuckled deeply as he slowly pulled out of her, smoothing his hands over her skin soothingly. His touch set her on fire. It felt like he had touched every inch of her.

"You okay, Hartley?" Brady asked in amusement, his voice incredibly cocky.

"God, I would've pulled you from games a long time ago if I knew that would happen," Tatum muttered into the bed sheets. He let out a hearty laugh, flopping down next to her. Brady gently pulled her up, holding her against his chest. Tatum melted into him, eyes shutting in content. Pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of her head, he ran his fingers through her hair tenderly. 

"I love you," Tatum spoke up in a low murmur, almost like the words were really hitting her. It felt so right to say.

He beamed at her, pulling her in impossibly closer. "I love you, too."

Brady was so warm and she was sure she could lay here forever. His heart thumped in his chest rhythmically and she was sure she was seconds from falling asleep to the sound of it. Tatum really wanted to stay in his arms, but she knew she had to take care of a few things before going to sleep. Extremely reluctantly, she peeled herself away from him. He looked at her in question, raising his eyebrows. 

"I'll be right back," she murmured before pressing a quick kiss against his lips and lifting herself up from his bed.

"Hold on," Brady said as he got up with her, going to one of his drawers in his room. He pulled out a t-shirt and pair of boxers, tossing them her way.

Tatum flashed him a grateful smile as she pulled on the clothes. She scurried out to the bathroom, hoping to avoid running into anyone. The house was quiet, thank god. She assumed everyone was out for the night and she was just thankful that they didn't decide to have a party at the hockey house. She went to the bathroom and tried to tame her hair a bit in the mirror. It wasn't exactly a surprise to her that Brady didn't have any hair products considering the usual untamed nature of his hair. But she was beginning to like that about him.

After a few minutes, she returned to his bedroom. Brady was in his boxers, sprawled out onto the bed. He flashed her a grin when he saw her at the doorway and Tatum felt her face heat up. She couldn't quite wrap her head around all of this. It felt surreal, honestly. She didn't ever expect this when she started doing Brady's plan. But Tatum wasn't afraid to admit that she was happy it went down like this.

Tatum crawled next to him in bed, unable to take the smile off her face. He grinned down at her, pressing his lips against hers tenderly. Tatum leaned up eagerly into his touch as his hand pushed her hair out of her face. His hand rested on the side of her head, thumb smoothing over her cheek. She shivered happily at his touch before reluctantly pulling back.

"Can we sleep now?" Tatum asked tiredly, relaxing into his embrace again. He chuckled, nodding his head.

"I just gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a second," Brady said, kissing her forehead again. He waltzed out of the room, glancing back at her once with a grin on his face.

Tatum couldn't help but smile, covering her face with her hands. She let out a short breath as she shook her head. God, it was all a bit unbelievable. She was going to need at least a week to process everything that happened tonight. Her mind couldn't keep up with it all. But what she did know... was that she was really, really happy with everything that happened. Happier than she had ever been.

A phone began to ring and she perked up. She tried to remember where she put her phone when they got to his bedroom and grimaced when she realized she had no idea where it could be. It wasn't on the nightstand and she didn't see it on any of the other furniture. Tatum stood up, digging through the clothes on the floor. She bit her lip, tossing her shirt over her head. Finally, she found the phone. Kinsley's contact filled the screen and she winced when she remembered she swore she would call her after the game.

Tatum cleared her throat, just telling herself to act natural. Of course, she knew she would have to tell Kinsley about everything that happened tonight. But she didn't exactly want to tell her over the phone immediately after it happened. Tatum could hardly wrap her head around it herself. It seemed that she waited too long, though. The phone stopped ringing and a selfish part of her was grateful she missed the call.

But then the phone began to ring again. She winced before letting out a deep breath. Clearly, it was important if Kinsley was calling her twice in a row. Before she could stop herself, Tatum tapped her thumb against the phone before holding it up to her ear. "Hello?"

Her friend paused before asking, "...Tatum?"

"Uh... yeah?" Tatum confirmed in a questioning voice, eyebrows furrowing together. "What's up?"

Another beat of silence. "Where are you?"

"Would you believe me if I say I actually hooked up with someone tonight?" Tatum quipped happily, plopping down on the edge of the bed. 

"Please tell me you're joking," Kinsley spat in a tight voice like she was gritting the words between her teeth.

"Why?" Tatum asked in alarm, sitting up a bit straighter at the pure ferocity in her tone.

"Because you answered my fucking brother's phone."

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HAHAHAHAHAHA.

GOD. I was excited to post this part.

I can't even lie the ending still has ME in shock. Like damn. Good shit.

Part of me wants to take a break from posting for a few days just to be annoying. I just might.