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Lost the bet
Pairings: Topper Thornton x reader; Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: Rafe and Topper make a bet.
Warnings: 18+ sex scenes are described so MINORS DO NOT interact. Cheating? unlikeable characters?
The summer had cast a relentless warmth upon the coastal town, and as your boyfriend, Topper, draped his arm casually over your shoulders, the heat seemed even more stifling. Across from you sat Rafe, his gaze a simmering mixture of intensity and tension. The trio was gathered around a weathered wooden table on the terrace, but the atmosphere was far from relaxed.
Topper and Rafe were locked in a heated discussion, a bet that revolved around surfing, and your gut instincts urged you to intervene. "Let's make it five hundred," Topper proposed, the words hanging in the humid air. Rafe's eyes remained fixated on you, a glance that stirred both heat and unease within you. You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of embarrassment as his gaze bore into your very core.
Then, without warning, Rafe's voice cut through the thick air. "Sex," he declared, his tone dripping with confidence. "If you win, you get five hundred, but if I win, I want sex." The unexpected proposition hung in the air, casting a palpable tension over the table. Kelce, a friend who had been listening in, couldn't help but burst into laughter. "A threesome, huh?" Topper quipped, a touch of unwillingness in his voice.
You felt compelled to voice your objections, but before you could interject, Topper and Rafe sealed the deal with a firm handshake. Desperation welled up within you. "Top, can I talk to you?" you implored, prompting a reluctant nod from him. The two of you retreated from the terrace, seeking a quieter corner to hash things out.
"What the hell, Topper?" you exclaimed, your frustration evident as you slapped his arm. "I can't believe you agreed to this."
"I'm not going to lose this," he retorted, an air of unwavering confidence in his tone.
"Calm down," he urged, though it was clear you were far from calm yourself. For the next ten minutes, you engaged in a passionate discussion about the value of women and relationships, your words aimed at conveying the sacredness of intimacy. Despite your heated exchange, you couldn't shake the sense of discomfort that had settled within you.
In the following days, you kept your distance from Topper. You refrained from wishing him good luck and gave him the cold shoulder, struggling to determine your course of action. Should you break up with him, unable to get over his lack of protectiveness of your intimacy with him? Or should you stay and to be alright with the result of the bet as the thought of Rafe's hunger-filled gaze haunting your thoughts?
That day, the inevitable call came. "I'm sorry, babe," Topper's voice was laced with worry, as if bracing for another round of your anger. "I tried to get him to accept money," he added, sounding somewhat defeated. "But he insists on the 'prize.'"
You took a deep breath and finally conceded, "Okay, fine." Silence hung on the line. "But it's all about you, babe," Topper assured, trying to alleviate your dread.
When the day arrived, Topper left the room momentarily, claiming he needed condoms from the bathroom. Left alone with Rafe, his darkened gaze and proximity intensified your unease. You had seen that look before, but this time, it held an entirely new meaning. "Are you okay with this?" he asked, leaning in close on the couch.
"Does it matter?" you responded with a shrug, downing your drink in a single gulp. He didn't back down, holding your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. His words hung heavily in the air, causing your heart to race. "So, Y/n, do you want my cock?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. Your breath hitched as his words stirred a hunger deep within you, an unprecedented longing.
"I need words," Rafe demanded, and you could only nod in response. "Yes, Rafe," you whispered, the tension in the room palpable. As his lips met yours, desire ignited, and you found yourself craving his touch more than ever.
You hadn't even noticed that Topper had returned, though you were too consumed by the escalating intimacy. "You guys started without me?" he remarked casually, reclining on the bed beside you. His hands began to explore beneath your shirt, planting kisses on your exposed skin. You felt a pang of guilt for the conflicting desires coursing through your body.
As the duo helped you undress, Topper's urgency was evident. Rafe, on the other hand, seemed wholly captivated by your naked form, and you couldn't help but feel a heady mixture of exposure and exhilaration. "I want a taste," Rafe declared, his desire evident in his gaze, while Topper sat nearby, his arousal evident, awaiting his own pleasure.
You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of sensations, your lips bitten in a futile attempt to stifle the peak of your pleasure. Rafe's ability to make you feel like you are about to cum so quickly reduced you to whimpers. "Please, Rafe," your voice trembling. But he responds not with words, but with his tongue against you.
"Are you going to cum for Rafe, babe?" Topper asks as he forces your hand which had slowed down as your pleasure increases. "Oh my god, RAFE," you moan as your legs quiver, Rafe persisting in his movements until your release.
Rafe rises from the floor, his imposing presence looming over your exposed form. Your hand instinctively reaches for his belt, a desire to reciprocate the pleasure. Topper's presences fades in your mind as you assist Rafe in removing his clothes. Your gaze fixates on his arousal, your fingers inching towards it with intention to provide satisfaction. However, he stops you. "So eager to please me," he murmurs, glancing towards Topper for the first time that evening. "You see how much she wants my cock, like a whore," he adds, a smile appearing on his face expecting to get his turn soon. Topper stood up from the bed. “So how do you want to do this?” Topper asked. Rafe stopped acknowledging Topper again. Instead he came in for a kiss again, and you felt your own arousal rise up in you again. The thought of him inside you, pleasuring you, fucking hard causing your shut legs to squeeze together. Rafe pushes them open again, allowing him to rub his cock against your wetness sending shivers down your spine as it was still sensitive. "Are you a good girl? Ready for my cock?" he rasps, to which your response is a whimper as he gradually eases into you. Though the initial discomfort sends twinges of pain, the ensuing union soon overtakes you in waves of pleasure.
The symphony of your shared passion inadvertently incites Topper's protest. "Hey man, the deal wasn't for you to have sex with my girlfriend," Topper interjects. Rafe's halt in movement causes a discontented moan from you. "Oh, I didn't realize you were so desperate for me. Would you prefer my dick inside you?" Rafe retorts sharply, the aching need within you causing you to reluctantly concur, "Top, just sit down. You'll get your turn," you sigh. Defeated Topper sat down on the ottoman.
You remain silent towards Rafe after experiencing three climaxes that night, a couple of days ago. It was a contrast from the meager satisfaction Topper typically offers. As you arrive at the country club where Rafe and Topper are enjoying beers on the terrace, you divert from your regular seat beside Topper, opting instead to settle beside Rafe. "Hey, Y/n," Topper greets you, "can you come sit here?" but Rafe's hand claims your thigh, hinting that he wishes you to remain where you are.
As the night progresses and the drinks keep flowing, Rafe's attentiveness towards you becomes increasingly more obvious. He whispers sensually in your ear, provoking Topper's growing discontent. It was then that Topper couldn’t take it anymore, and asked to speak to you. The two of you retreat to a spot near the exit, reminded of your heated argument about the threesome just a week prior. Though your voices remain hushed, your table's view allows them to witness the exchange.
"You and Rafe look cozy," Topper sneers, to which you merely shrug. Deep down, you've already realized your hesitation to continue with Topper. However, you've postponed a breakup, fearing it may be driven by anger and filled with regret. "I don't get it, Y/n. You were so opposed against the threesome, yet you clearly loved being fucked by Rafe," Topper accuses, his tone filled with frustration. "That's not fair," you protest. "What's not fair is you being fucked by him and not wanting me," he retorts, prompting a scoff from you. "It's not my fault Rafe is some kind of orgasm god, okay?" you argue. His gaze narrows as it shifts between his friend and you. "He couldn't have been that good," he challenges, only to have you look him square in the eyes and declare, "Topper, I think we should break up." The message is clear in your stern gaze. "You're a goddamn whore!" Topper yells, a painful sting accompanying his words, and tears prickling your eyes.
"Do not talk to her like that!" Rafe's unmistakable voice cuts through the tension as he rushes to your defense. Topper warns him to stay out of it, but Rafe, driven by a surge of anger, delivers a punch that sends Topper staggering backward, groaning in pain.
"Jesus, Rafe!" you shrieked, your frustration reaching a boiling point. You couldn't contain your anger any longer, and it was directed at both of them. With a huff of exasperation, you turned your back on the two men and stormed off, your footsteps echoing your fury.
Let me know if anyone wants a part 2 or if it is better just like this.
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This might be the summer heat
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
#jake x reader#Jake hangman seresin#jake seresin x reader#hangman x reader#hangman top gun#hangman x you#jake seresin x you#jake seresin x y/n
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Masterlist
Contains:
Smut 🔥
Fluff 🥰
Angst💙
Arvin Russel
Long time ago 💙🥰
Bash
Forbidden pt 1 🥰
Forbidden pt 2 🥰
Forbidden pt 3 🥰
Forbidden pt 4 🥰
Bobby Floyd
Throw it out 🔥
Young love pt. 1 🥰
Young love pt. 2🔥
Bobby Nash
Four times... 🔥🥰
Surprise 🔥💙
While you were sleeping 🥰
Virtue 🔥🥰
Bucky Barnes
Wild Child
Castiel
Own room 🥰
Walking and rain 🥰
I dunnoooo 🥰
Dean Winchester
Parents 🥰
Past mistakes🥰
Another?🥰
Fuck Buddies🥰
Homesick 💙🥰
Homesick pt 2 💙🥰
Spiders🥰
I can’t 🥰
Dean Winchester broke my heart?🥰
Gabriel
Sweet taste 🥰
Late 🥰
Blurb 🥰
George Weasley
How is everyone okay with this? 🥰
Best friends 🥰
Best friends pt 2 🥰
Issues lol 🥰
Wedding dress shopping 🥰
Next steps 🥰
Yule ball dates 🥰
Green? 🥰
Blurb 🥰
New Perfume 🥰
Dragons 🥰
Harry Styles
Old feelings 🥰
Harvey Specter
Dinner Secrecy 🔥
Hangman
This might be the summer heat masterlist 🔥
JJ Maybank
JJ Maybank no title🥰
JJ Maybank no title pt 2🥰
Lucifer Morningstar
Do you believe? 🥰
Newt Scamander
Come with me to paris 🥰
Remus Lupin
Get on 🥰
Summer Fling 🥰
Stiles Stilinksi
Snow 🥰
My Point🥰
Rafe Cameron
Lost the bet🔥
#arvin russel#bash#bobby nash#bobby floyd#jj maybank#Remus Lupin#lucifer#newt scamander#stiles stilinski#hangman#Harvey Specter#Harry Styles#george weasley#gabriel#dean winchester#castiel#Bucky Barnes#rafe cameron
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Four times they were oblivious,and the fifth....
Bobby Nash x reader
Warnings: There is some smut so 18+ readers only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
1
The two of you were sitting on the couch, you looked at your watch and your shift was about to end in a couple of minutes.Luckily, after twelve hours of endless mind numbing calls. Patiently watching your watch hoping that no emergency came in the last ten minutes. “You’re going to jinx it if you keep looking.” he said, you growl. He takes your hand in his, mostly because he liked it, but also to keep you from looking at your watch. “I’m hungry,” you tell him. The plan was to go out for drinks after the shift with the others. Right now it was almost eleven and your bed sounded a lot more appealing. “No wait, I'm tired.” you said, a couple of seconds passed, he was about to say something which you interrupted. “No, I'm hungry.” He laughed at you. “Well, when you make up your mind let me know.” he said, he leaned his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes.
You sat there with his heavy head resting on your shoulder for a couple of minutes. When Chimney came walking. You quickly drop Bobby’s hand causing him to open his eyes, and move his head from your shoulder. “Is Y/n telling that story again?” Chimney said: “It is extremely boring, sweetie.” You glare at him. Bobby laughed. “No- no, it is just getting late. “ he said, Chimney sits down on the empty part of the couch. “Who is up for drinks?” he said, pointing with his finger at both of you. “All I want is food.” you answered. You lay your head back on the couch cushions. “I’m sure the bar has something edible.” Chimney said, you look at Bobby with pleading eyes. “Come on guys." Chim said, your groan. “I’m in. What about you old man?” You ask. You see him hesitate, Surely he wanted to just go home and roll into bed. “Okay” He answered.
2
The two of you had your first fight. It wasn’t your intention to start an argument with him. It felt like you had no choice last Friday. The argument seemed stupid—it arose because he didn't give you space after a bad call, and it bothered you since you were constantly together, at work and at home. In that moment, you just couldn't face him, and it escalated into a fight. You told him you didn't want to see him, and he respected your wishes. It hadn’t happened in months that you hadn’t seen him more than one day. Throughout the weekend, you realized that your stubbornness and pride would push him away, and yet you could not get over yourself.
Now it was Wednesday, two shifts down this week while the two of you barely talked to one another. He was cutting up some vegetables, you were standing beside him helping him stir the pan in the kitchen while the others were sitting at the dinner table. Firehouse family dinners, it was a rule that if Bobby was in the kitchen that everyone else stayed out. Though it became more common to see you assisting in the kitchen. “Don’t you need space?” He asked, his tone lacking gentleness. “I’m sorry, okay.” You tell him. The sound of the knife chopping intensified, becoming more forceful.“Bobby, it was just a little too much.” you whispered. hoping others hadn't noticed the argument. He took the cutting board and unloaded the vegetables into a pan right next to you. Standing close to you, he continued stirring. His breath brushed against your neck as he asked, "Is this too close?" His spare hand gently slid onto your hip. "You know what I mean. When we get home, I just want to be with my boyfriend, not my captain," you whispered. He nodded in understanding, replying in a low tone, "I know, sweetheart."
Suddenly, Buck looked up and asked, "What are you two whispering about?" You glanced at Bobby for a moment before he replied, "Nascar." You couldn't help but frown, knowing that the others didn't care much for the topic, and nobody wanted to know more.
3
It was way too early in the morning for one of these calls. Especially after last night where you barely slept, and only stayed out, had drinks with the crew. The heat of today left you wanting to go to a pool, and sip margaritas with your best friend. You were on shift though, and the Californian sun heated your skin. The crew stepped inside of the retirement home, and followed the daughter to his room. She explained what was wrong with her father, at least as far as she could tell.
“LAFD, sir, can you let us in?” Bobby said, knocking on the door. Chimney wasted no time entering the room from the window, and examining the mystery rash. The crew is standing in the room with his children as Chimney exposes the man’s genitals which are infected and infested with a flesh eating bacteria.You and Buck exchanged glances and tried to suppress a giggle, but Bobby's stern look reminded you that it was not the time for humor
The crew assisted the old man onto a stretcher, and you and Bobby walked out of the building together. Urging 99% of the population at this home to go to the hospital for STD tests wasn’t on this month’s bucket list. Playfully you asked “Are you also going to be a manwhore when I finally ditch you in one of these?” He looked at you for a moment and replied and replied with a wink. “Well, you would be ditching me in my prime time.” You stopped on the last step, creating less of a height difference. “Robert Wade Nash” You playfully exclaimed. He was laughing. He looked around to see if no one was looking and quickly popped a kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry you’ll annoy me to death before I even reach a place like this.” he said, he knew it would upset you again, and raced towards the others. You shake your head, but the grin on your face says something else.
"What was that about?" Hen asked when you got into the truck. Trying to play it cool, you responded with a shrug, pretending not to know what you had yelled earlier.
4
Today was a day that would be described by the word that no firefighters or paramedic dared to even think. It was so quiet that after all the gear was prepped, the firetrucks cleaned and polished there was still no call coming in. A miracle in LA. It took you some convincing for Bobby to have sex in the firetruck. Your argument being that if Buck had christened the firetruck so should the captain. “How did I let you talk me into this?” he questioned, you were carefully bouncing on his lap, his strong hands on your waist to guide you, sending shivers down your spine.
You held onto him tightly, slightly tugged on his short hair, allowing soft moans to escape your mouth. He kissed your neck passionately, leaving marks that would make you mad at him later when it was impossible to hide. “Like you haven’t thought about it before.” You tell him, a laugh erupted from the back of his throat. “You got me there.” he said, you were about to say something when he stopped moving, causing you to pout in frustration. You wanted to open your mouth and say something. The voices of your colleagues outside the truck weren’t fading. They were ruining a perfectly perfect moment.
You rolled your eyes, waiting for the others to just leave. Bobby seemed to be struggling more than you. His grip on your hips tightened, a warning for you to sit still. The tension between you grew, and you couldn’t help but to tease him a little. With a playful smirk, you rolled your hips, earning a glare from him as he bit his lip to suppress a moan. The voices outside continued. Why the hell wouldn’t they just leave? The frustration and anticipation were building inside both of you, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of getting caught didn’t make it even more hot.
It was saved by the bell moment as the alarm went off, and you quickly got off him to get decent again. He chuckled as he was zipping up his pants quickly. “I’m making you pay for that at home, honey.” he said, as he got out of the fire truck to make sure everyone was getting in.
5
It was finally the weekend, and you were grateful for the break after working the night shift and long hours from Tuesday to Saturday.
Sunday morning, you lay in bed with Bobby, his arm wrapped around your stomach as he hid his face in the pillow. Normally, he was the early riser, making coffee or going for a run before you woke up. Glancing at the clock that read 21:12, you realized you were running late for Chimney's birthday party, which was in less than half an hour. You nudged Bobby awake. “Dude we’re late. Maddie is going to kill us.” You said, cursing your concern about being tardy while rushing to the bathroom to shower
You stood under the shower, when Bobby hazy from his sleep entered. “I used to never be late.” He said: “You’re a bad influence.” and yet he took off his pajamas and got in the shower with you. “We don’t have time” you tell him, while he lathers soap on your body. “I’m just trying to be efficient.” he told you with a teasing tone. ‘being efficient’ turned into making out, while ‘helping’ each other with washing. Suddenly there was a loud sound as the door to the bathroom opened. In response to the loud sound you let out a yelp, the shower had a glass screen and exposed your naked bodies to the intruders. Both Eddie and Buck were standing in your bathroom. “WHAT THE HELL?” Eddie exclaimed loudly. Buck slapped his hand in front of Eddie’s eyes. You try to cover up by holding your arms over your chest. Bobby shuts off the water, and quickly opens the glass cabin to grab the towels. Eddie pushes away Buck’s hand. “I didn’t know things were still tight, old man” Buck said, you glare at him. You were happy the towel covered your whole body, while Bobby’s was covering his lower half. “Why are you here?” you ask. All they knew was that this was Bobby’s apartment. That over the course of a couple of months almost all your stuff was here… Was a different story. “We wanted Bobby to be our DD.” Eddie said, Bobby stepped out of the shower cabin.”We can discuss that later. Can you please leave my bathroom?” He said, pointing to the guys at the door. He closed the door after them. You hid your face in your hands due to embarrassment. “It’s fine, they were supposed to find out eventually.” he said cool toned. He started to get dressed. “Not like this!” you said freaking out. Now you knew the whole ride to Chimney’s birthday party was filled with questions by those two idiots.
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surprise
Bobby Nash x reader
Warnings: 18+ readers only. Mentions of abortion, and smut soo 18 +only.
The echoing sound of birds chirping outside woke you up. Bobby was the one that liked to stay in and sleep the day away more than you anyway. Usually you’d take the time to go for a run before work. It wasn’t public that you and Bobby were in a relationship and the two of you like to keep it that way. It simply was easier that way. After your history with bad men it was nice to know there was a good one out there. You were happy to be home after your visit to your cousin's house, she had asked you to help out with two of her children while she was in the hospital giving birth to her third. You loved your cousin like a sister, but those children were devils, and the best birth control you could ever get was to spend a week with them. You cling against his hot skin, as you try to think the nausea away. His big arms wrapped around you in his hazy awakening. “Morning” he said, his low voice sounded like he was seconds away from falling asleep again. He pecked a soft kiss against your skin, allowing his hand to move over your stomach placing his hand on your side. The second his warm hand moved over your skin the nausea became more present, and the dire urge to throw up rose. You pushed his big arm away and ran for the bathroom. The contents of your stomach ended up floating in the toilet bowl. Those evil kids must have given you some kind of stomach bug.
Most of your ‘relaxing’ morning had been spent next to the toilet bowl. Bobby had brought you some juice though you didn’t drink any. You thought about telling him you were too sick to go to work though nearing eleven it wasn’t as bad.The next couple of days the nausea hadn’t been bad, sometimes the nagging feeling of wanting to throw up whenever you were around certain smells, such as Buck after the gym.
It wasn’t raising too many alarm bells until the team responded to a 911 call near a place that sold greasy foods, and you couldn’t help but barf on the side of the street hiding away from the patient. Bobby walked over to you when he knew the patient was in good hands with Hen. “Do you need medical attention?” He said, handing you a sympathetic look. You shake your head. “No, it 'll pass just like last time.” You said, referring to the other call the other day that caused you to puke your guts out. “You think you are maybe pregnant?” he asked softly. You looked at your boyfriend in disbelief. No way. NO freaking way your thoughts entered your mind as you try to do the mental math about how many weeks ago your last period was. The others were standing near the victim attending his care. “You still have swimmers?” You asked in a mocking shock. You were on birth control. It would be absolutely ridiculous for you to even think about being pregnant. “Hey! my swimmers go for olympic gold okay.” He defended. A little too loud for what he intended probably, as Hen looked up, and gave you a strange look. “I don’t think I am.” you tell him. He just said you’d talk about it at home.
It took you the entire afternoon to think about you having the possibility of it being a child. You had never thought of yourself as a mother. You never enjoyed spending time with children, and then all the complaining other parents do…. It just didn’t seem like something for you. However, the thought of the possibility of having a child with the man you love seemed different. The two of you made it home after the shift, and the take out dinner was set on the table. He was digging into his chinese food while you were stirring your food through your noodles, hesitant to start eating. “We were careful.” You mumbled as you could tell Bobby had barely spoken to you. He looked up from his plate. He raised his eyebrow. “No we weren’t.” he said, gulping his coke. “Okay well I don’t know I just thought at your age it was unlikely.” You tell him. He nodded and shoved another bite of food in his mouth. “We don’t know anything yet.” he said, you look at him. He had that look on his face when he tried to look happy but you could see past that. “If I am, I know we have options” you opted. Though your heart sank in your chest as you said that. He dropped his fork with a clatter on the plate. “A child is a blessing, y/n” He said, it was almost like he said it out of his belief as a catholic. “I would understand if you don’t want one.” you argued. “I mean after everything you’ve been through.” He stood up from his seat like he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act. “ I can’t believe you want an abortion.” he said, looking like he was about to yell or scream or hit a wall or something. “ I just don’t think either of us have what it takes.” you said, the two of you stared at each other trying to think of the words. He didn’t even respond to the last thing you said. “Bobby-” you started. He didn’t want to hear it. “I’ll go get one of those damn tests.” he said, he rushed out of the apartment with his keys jangling as the last notable sound came from him. Tears rushed to your eyes, and the sound of sobbing was the only thing that echoed through the room.
You had been crying on the couch for a while now waiting for him. You wanted for him to comfort you, and tell you it was okay. Though this time you didn’t think you knew what to say or how to make it alright. His doubt for this baby made you want it even more. Somehow the thought of him not wanting it made you protective over your unborn baby. You finally hear the door unlock, and see Bobby walking in. This time the anger had turned into sadness. Neither of you had wanted to say anything to one another. Though as you wiped the tears from your cheek he gestured for you to join him in the bathroom.
The two of you sat on the bathroom floor. Neither of you were saying anything after the words the two of you spoke to each other earlier. The feeling of sadness as this was a milestone in life to be happy about, and instead you were worried how you would feel after knowing what that stick said. You had been getting lost in your thoughts, while Bobby was staring at the test on the ground that was there upside down. You sat in a cross legged position while he had one leg lying on the ground while his other knee was up resting his hand on the knee. The timer went off, and Bobby reached for it. “I love you” You said, as he touched it. “I love you too.” He said, a faint smile appeared on his face.
You moved closer to him till you were close enough to feel his breath on your skin. He flipped the test to show the result. Pregnant. The two of you looked at each other. The silence was deafening. He reached for you pressing his lips forcefully against your lips. You kiss him back it felt like all the emotions of this day were in that kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and he is pressed against the wall of the bathroom. He pulls you against his chest. You start to reach for his buttons on his blouse that he was wearing exposing part of his chest. You start to suck at the base of his neck, as he starts helping you out of your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air. Your sensitive nipples hard, as he glides his hands over them. You let your head fall back, as he helps you to the ground of the bathroom floor. The cold tiles cause you to shudder from the temperature change. Bobby licks at your nipples, seeing how you respond so intensely to one touch makes you feel his hard cock pressed against your leg. Normally he would take his time to get you ready for him. Tonight he seemed too eager. He helps you out of your shorts, and touches your core, feeling the wetness coat his fingers. His eyes had darkened, and he seemed out for only one thing. Fucking out his frustrations. He doesn’t even bother taking off all clothes, instead he lowers his pants to allow his cock to flop against his stomach. It looked painfully hard, as he started to rub it against you to prepare you for him entering. With one push he glides his cock through your wet folds. “Bobby” you mewled. He didn’t give you much time to adjust to his size before he started trusting. His thrusts were hard as he started rubbing your clit trying to get you off. He let his hand glide to your stomach. “I always thought you couldn’t get more beautiful.” He grunted. The thrusts didn’t slow down; instead each time he pulled out you felt empty and wished he would pick up his pace. “You’ll be so beautiful pregnant with my child.” the words coming from his mouth caused your walls to tighten around his cock. You moan his name over and over again as you come around him. “That’s a good girl, cum for me.” he grunted as he quickened his pace, it didn’t take long for him to release inside you.
Afterwards, Bobby had turned on the bath for you. The warm water engulfed your body while he was sitting next to the tub, simply looking at you. “Thank god i’m already pregnant, this would be a terrible way to conceive.” you said, this queued a genuine laugh from Bobby. “Sure this is a much better story to tell our child.” he said, you slap him against your arm. There fell a silence between the two of you. “Are you happy?” you ask him. There never had been so much said in the silences between you two as today. “I am” he said: “I was- you were trying to be understanding for me.” he didn’t look at you instead he focused on the ripples of the water. “I took it wrong, I realized that a little late.” He took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. “I’m happy too.”
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Dinner secrecy
Warnings: Smut therefore 18+ readers only.
Summary: Harvey holds a dinner at his house.
You looked over to where Jessica, Louis and Harvey were talking in Jessica’s office. You mewled at the fact that they were in a meeting leaving out the younger associates out of their chit chat meetings. You were sitting in your cubicle that had the perfect view of Jessica’s office. You quickly turn your gaze from the meeting to your computer when you see Harvey turn his chair to look back at you. You looked up again when you felt like his gaze was no longer on you. Harvey had been a little flirtatious with you from the start of your time at Pearson Hardman, it was only a matter of time before you fell for him. It didn’t take much, he was handsome, funny when he wanted to be and oh so good in bed. The two of you had been dating for a while now. It was strictly a secret, no one knew, no one was allowed to get suspicious. Something the both of you agreed on. You were Jessica’s associate, you were at her beck and call. No way she would take it well for you to be screwing one of the senior partners. You heard the voices of the partners talking as the glass door opened and the men walked out. You try to keep your eyes solely focused on your computer screen. You feel a man towering over your cubicle. “I am holding an unexpected dinner tonight for some people here at the firm.” Harvey said, you looked up. “Who?” you asked. He was leaning against the side of your cubicle. “Senior partners, their associates, and very pretty paralegals.” he said, you would get angry at him for calling Rachel pretty if it wasn’t thar she and Mike were eye fucking each other every ten minutes. “I want you to be at my place by five” he said, you nod. “Early dinner". you huffed. “Dinner is at seven. I’m going to need an extra set of hands, sweetheart.” he said, walking off.
You gave Jessica some weak excuse why you needed to leave earlier, and she told you to make sure you would be there at Harvey’s dinner, considering it was basically a late planned work function. You joked you would only show up if you could bill the hours and then you got a glare as you were walking out. You were unwrinkling your skirt as you made it up the last few steps till the elevator of Harvey’s building. His doorman is already familiar with you, letting you up. You contemplated bringing a bottle of wine. However, you know that whatever you would be able to afford wasn’t to Harvey’s liking anyway so you decided against that. You waited impatiently for the elevator to reach his floor. The ride up seems slower than normally. However, normally you were impatiently tapping your feet a little to get to him or you would be with Harvey himself as he had his lips against yours or peppering kisses along your neck. You finally reach his door and you open it with the spare key he gave you weeks ago. “Thank god, you are here.” He said he was wearing an apron and standing over a cutting board. You stood beside him looking over the recipe pages and seeing him cutting vegetables. “Why didn’t you hire a private chef?” you asked. He groaned. “Louis,” he huffed. You had only seen Harvey use his kitchen once when he was making soup for you after an especially wild night the two of you had and walking had seemed a bit of a struggle. “He bet me money that I could not do it without a private chef.” he said, you take the recipe cards he printed and look over the recipes. “ Smoked Salmon Crawfish and dill mousse? Pan fried duck breast with spiced orange and cranberry?” You asked, puzzling yourself over the instructions. “What? I thought you said you knew how to cook.” he said, putting down the kitchen knife, and focusing his body towards yours, he slithered his arm around your waist. “Yes, like some kind of mom, not fucking Gordon Ramsay.” You hissed. He chuckled. Pressing his lips to your jawline pecking soft kisses as to convince you why you should help him. “You’ll get extremely lucky tonight if you pull it off.” he said, you knew when it was time to push your luck when he wanted something from you, usually what he wanted from you was sex. You looked into his dark brown eyes, as he gave you the eyes he gave girls when he wanted to smooth talk them, his thumb rubbed circles over your skin as he was holding you, pressing his pelvis against your side. “I want a drawer.” You said, he raised his eyebrow. You had a spare toothbrush next to his already. But, he had yet to give you space in his big bachelor pad for you. “That’s it?” he asked. You nod. “Then we have an agreement.” he said, he sealed the deal with a kiss on your lips. “You are a terrible negotiator, sweetheart.” He said: “I would’ve given you half my closet.” he taps your ass as he walks over to the fridge.
It was less than half an hour till everyone would show up for dinner. You were busy with the duck as you made Harvey focus on setting the table. In the fridge were enough starters that he just had to plate out, in the oven the vegetables and potatoes were baking, and the duck was almost cooked medium rare. Otherwise it would taste like shoe leather. You could feel Harvey’s big arms around your waist. “I can’t wait for dessert.” he said, you looked confused. You had made creme brulees that were now cooling on the counter, and only needed to be popped into the oven real quick right before dessert. “I didn’t know you liked creme brulee so much.” you said, as you moisten the duck with moisture from the pan. “I meant you.” he said, as he started to lightly suck on your neck. “Anybody can arrive any moment.” you mumbled. You didn’t stop his advances, instead you turned off the fire on the stove. He allowed you space to turn around. You wrap your arms around his neck. He had loosened his tie earlier, and rolled up his sleeves when he was helping you around in the kitchen. “You want to taste?” you asked, you leaned back and dipped your finger on the spoon that had been used to stir the duck. You held up the finger to his mouth as he lightly sucked off the sauce. “You’ve been holding out on me.” he teased. A smile appeared on your face. You could’ve stayed here for a while if you could but the doorbell rang, and Harvey signed before walking to the door as you switched your place to sitting at the bar, taking your wine glass in hand.
You sat across from Harvey, you had been playing footsie with him for the past twenty minutes. Louis shoved the betting money across the table for Harvey, and now it was still sitting there in the middle. Everyone was chattering away, when Jessica sat down from going to the bathroom. “Do you have a new girlfriend, Specter?” She asked. You quickly take your foot away from his lap. You took your wine glass and took a gulp. “I don’t know what makes you think that.” He said, swirling his scotch. A lot of faces turned to Jessica and Harvey. A smile appeared on her face. “The pink bottles of shampoo and conditioner on the side of your shower.” She said: “The second toothbrush.” Harvey rolled his eyes. He usually never did. However, Jessica brought it out in him as he used to say. “They are Mike’s.” he said dead serious. “Sometimes I even let him sleep at my foot.” Mike was the only one that didn’t laugh when the laughter filled the room. “Fine. Don't tell me.” Jessica said, though she had the look on her face that said she’d figure it out.
You left Harvey’s place around the time Rachel left together the two of you went with the subway home. You finally reach your place when you get a text.
[Harvey] Come back
[Y/n] Are Louis and Mike still there?
[Harvey] I’ll get rid of them
[Y/n] I’ll think I will just go to sleep
[Harvey] No
[Y/n] i’m tired
[Harvey] I need to see you
[y/n] you saw me thirty minutes ago
[Harvey] Don’t make me come to Brooklyn Heights
[Y/n] I don’t live in Brooklyn Heights
[Y/n] Must’ve been your other girlfriend
[Harvey] ha ha just get your cute ass here
There was still hesitation to go back to Harvey’s considering you just spent almost half an hour getting home. It would be half an hour back as well. In downtown Brooklyn almost everything that had something to do with Pearson Hardman took a while. You pictured what would happen if you’d go to his right now. But, as you were considering the pros and cons you already started to pack a clean outfit for tomorrow morning to take with you.
When you got back to Harvey’s apartment he was loading up his dishwasher.”Well look at you cleaning, and cooking.” you said, as you threw your weekend bag to the ground. “I knew you’d come back.” he said, you signed. You sit down at the barstool at his kitchen counter. “You look hot doing manual labor, you know.” you said, he chuckled. “This is hardly manual labor.” he said, you shrugged. “For you it seems it is.” you teased. He gave you the glare that said he was going to make you pay for that comment later.
He had been making you pay for that comment earlier, with your hands tied up to the bedpost with one of his expensive ties. He had made you cum at least two times already ordering you to orgasm on his fingers. He was motioning his hips in and out of you as you pulled at the tie rope, wanting him to continue to fuck you even if everything felt overly sensitive and borderline painful as you kept moaning his name. “I told you that you’d get lucky tonight.” He said, slowing his pace a little to allow you to catch your breath. You were a mumbling mess just a string of incoherent words flowed from yours lips. Once Harvey mentioned he might love you most like this. He teased you by taking your breast into his hand, allowing his tongue to create circles over your nipple causing you to gasp. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as the pleasure kept building within. “Eyes on me, sweetheart” he said, taking your chin in one hand making you open your eyes, and look at him as he picked up a harder pace. All you wanted to do was touch his skin, and have something to hold on when it got too much. You pushed yourself to him, and kissed his lips, intensifying the experience. You begged him to make you cum, and the hand went from your chin to your clit as he motioned a pattern. You cried out his name as you felt pleasure come over you. He continued to chase his own high, as he hid his face in your neck, until he stiffened in his own pleasure. It took the two of you a moment to catch your breath, he got up and put on his underwear. He took his phone from his nightstand, you look at him wondering if he forgot. “Hey, can you untie me?” you asked him. He looked at you letting his eyes gaze top to bottom. “No, you look sexy like this.” he said, in return he got a glare coming from you. He decided to untie you, he looked you deep in the eye. “There is space in the closet for you.” He said: “next time, bargain your worth.” he pecked a kiss on your lips.
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While you were sleeping
Bobby Nash x reader
Summary: Bobby makes a confession when he thinks you are sleeping.
Warnings: none, just a bit of fluff
The sound of the movie playing in the background as you were asleep on the couch. The laughing tape of the silly sitcom kept your subconscious awake. You knew you should open your eyes and go find your bed. Your body was too tired after the night you and the team had. You didn’t consider yourself the daredevil of the paramedics at the 118. Bobby did. Now paying the price, the shift wasn’t even over and your limbs felt like they were going to fall off, and the dull pain in your shoulder. The sound of talking from some people in the background stirred your deep slumber to wake you up. "She's wrecked.” You heard Chimney's voice in the distance. “ She was reckless.” You heard Bobby snap. Every word started to sound more clear, a sign of waking up. This also started a stream of thoughts. Recaps of Bobby being mad at you for pulling a stunt like that flooded your mind. You decided it would be best to keep your eyes shut in case Bobby wanted to give you an earful for falling asleep during the shift. “She should’ve just gone to bed.” Bobby huffed. You could hear the irritability in his voice. “Well, she’s stubborn.” Chimney argued. You heard the disappointed breath. The sound of footsteps got quieter. Someone walked away. Another pair of footsteps was heard, though these got closer. “Let’s get you to bed.” You heard Bobby say. You felt his strong arms pulling you up in his arms. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do. Wake up and tell him to leave or continue on pretending to sleep.
He carefully laid you down on one of the beds. You felt the fabric of a blanket slide up till your shoulder. You were sure he hadn’t realized you were awake. “You’ve got to be more careful, honey. I love you too much to have to bury you.” He said, you felt his hand move a piece of your hair behind your ear. It finally clicked the whole time he had been yelling at you earlier wasn’t because you were disobeying. But because he was worried. For a second you almost opened your eyes. However, you knew you shouldn’t. It would ruin his confession. His footsteps got fainter, it wasn’t till you heard him walk out of the room when you opened your eyes. Goddamn. Your mind was spinning as you stared at the ceiling.
Your pretend sleep time didn’t last long. Within a half hour the station's alarm bells were going off for an emergency. You quickly race to the truck with your gear in tow. “I can tell your beauty sleep did nothing.” Buck teased as you sat next to him. You punch him in his arm in retaliation. “At Least I got some sleep.” You said, the heavy gear weighed you down, and you played the pain off with a laugh. You didn’t realize how bad of a day you were having till that alarm rang again and you realized this wasn’t the end of the shift. The truck came to a halt, and the team jumped out. You run to do your task but get pulled back by Bobby. “Are you okay?” he asked. His look was stern again. “I’m okay.” you answered which might’ve been a lie. He also didn’t believe you. “I am” you lied. He let you go.
Thank god this was the last emergency of the shift. Your shoulder was now officially starting to become a real pain. You started walking to the door with your bag on your shoulder. “Y/n, let me take you home.” Bobby said also on his way out. You let him take you home. It was way better than taking the bus. The ride towards your home wasn’t quiet. It never was that you loved talking with Bobby. He was actually very fun if he didn’t have to boss people around.
He stopped his car near your building. “Hey, can I ask you something?” you ask. He nods, giving you a smile. “ I can’t reach my fire alarm and I know the batteries are going to run out soon. Can you take it off the ceiling?” you ask him. He wouldn’t have come in if you asked him in for coffee. It would go against his morals as the captain. “ Yes of course, “ he said after hesitating. He followed you up the stairs waiting in front of your front door as you unlocked the door. He was uttering to you that you needed a better lock on your door. You let him in, and he stood tall in your living room. “You want something to drink coffee? iced tea?” you asked. He looked around your living room, spotting the fire alarm in the corner. “I shouldn’t.” he said, as he walked over to the fire alarm. You turn on your coffee machine. It wasn’t long till the aromas filled the room. “You have batteries?” he asked. He opened a random drawer in your kitchen. Probably hoping to find a junk drawer. “It’s the other one.” you said, gesturing to the one near the fridge. You get some cups out of the cupboard and turn around to see Bobby working the fire alarm. He quickly put the fire alarm back on the ceiling and returned back to you. “I should go.” He told you. Instead you moved a filled coffee cup over to him.”please stay.” you ask. You gave him a pleading look. “I’m starting to think your batteries weren’t empty.” he said, you shrug. He got close to you. “I thought you were asleep.” he said, a worry washed over you. He put his hand on your side. “ You know we can’t, right?” he said, you nodded your head. You still moved closer, inching forward waiting for him to stop you. He didn’t stop you. He pressed his lips against yours. You felt a rush of excitement as his lips moved against yours. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly became more passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He responded eagerly, his hands pressing into your back as he deepened the kiss.
He broke off the kiss. You looked into his eyes, it showed you the man he was. Restraining himself from what he really wanted. “I should go.” He said again. You didn’t let go off him. “Stay longer,” you said, you hugged his body, and placed small kisses along his jaw while he tried to make his decision. It took a minute before he even said anything. “This is unfair.” He said: “how much longer are we talking about?” You stopped, and looked him in the eye. “How about forever?” You asked. He chuckled. He tightened his grip on you.
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Virtue
Bobby Nash x Reader
Warnings: 18+ do not read if you are a minor.
Summary: you are done being friends with benefits.
The noises the neighbors must have heard a couple of minutes before should have made you feel embarrassed. When you first started sleeping with your captain the both of you agreed strictly to let go of some steam. A secret. You were his dirty little secret. You agreed with it because you had been pining for him for months. His charisma, his ability to have snarky remarks towards completely incapable people on the job. His eyes were filled with pain, and hurt. While he put on a smile, and spent time with his found family. You knew why he was just screwing your brains out instead of taking you out on dates. Athena left him in shambles, and now the honorable captain was screwing the rookie. He wouldn’t be able to face the team if he did. You stare at his ceiling while you let your thoughts infiltrate your mind. You knew you should get up, take your clothes and leave. “Your neighbors must hate us.” You chuckle as you get up from the bed, you didn’t bother covering up, hoping he’d look up from his phone and see you and beg you to stay. “Well, next time I will have to take it easy on you then.” He said, you look at him, and he was looking at you for a response. You just stick out your tongue as you throw on his shirt.
You get home from Bobby’s house late, and you had a shift early in the morning. You saw the hickey Bobby left on the base of your throat. It wasn’t even red anymore, it was turning purple. You signed, you once heard Hen say that she thought Bobby drank respecting women juice in the morning. The thoughts of that joke lingered through your mind as you crawled into your own bed, still wearing the captain’s shirt. He might miss his LAFD shirt. however, as long as he was not asking for it back you weren’t going to remind him who has it. You heard your phone buzz, as you reached for it. A text from a detective you met when you gave s testimony about a case at court last week. Want to have dinner with me friday? Detective Greg Howard, he was good looking with broad shoulders. You answered back agreeing to it. Not like Bobby and you were exclusive. He almost immediately texted back. Great, I’ll pick you up at 7. You read the words. You were on shift till 6:30, and you wouldn’t have time to get home. You told him to just swing by the station to pick you up.
The days from Tuesday evening till Friday felt long. Starting from Wednesday evening you were on duty, and starting from that it felt extremely long. Just looking forward to the weekend. Bobby and you had the unspoken rule where you would flirt with him and he would ignore it. Everyone wrote you off as being flirty because of your playful personality. You were flirty with everyone, Hen would get noticeably flustered whenever you made a flirty comment. “Anyone want to go out tonight?” Buck asked when all of you were on the way to an emergency call. The sirens blaring in the background. The others were chattering in the background about how Buck needed to shut up, and that after a 72 hour shift nobody wanted to spend any more time with Buck. “Y/n?” Buck asked seeing as you were the only person who hadn’t responded. “Oh no, I’ve got a date.” You said, you looked over to the front to see Bobby’s reaction. There was none however. “Come on, afterwards we’ll hit the club?” Buck asked. You were hesitant. “Buck, what makes you think her date will end after dinner?” Eddie teased him. The others laughed. “Actually I bet 50 dollars that Y/n won’t go to the club with you.” He said, this erupted chatter from everyone betting money on how well they expect your date to go. “You shouldn’t go betting on a woman’s virtue.” Bobby said, resulting in the others being shut up. “I bet 20 dollars on getting laid tonight boys.” You said, mainly you just said it to piss off Bobby. You were outraged at him saying something about your virtue when he was the one fucking you whenever he wanted. The others laughed at you. Bobby clearly wasn’t. “Well, can’t see how we can’t both be right.” Buck flirted. Referring to the money he betted on you joining him tonight at the club. You were cut off before you could say anything to Buck as you arrived at the scene.
The call ran late, and you quickly showered, and got ready. Your mind went hauled over the thoughts of Bobby being mad at you, even if he didn’t say anything specifically you could tell his demeanor changed. Guess he didn’t like you making that joke. You shouldn’t care, you don’t care what he thinks of this. “You’re looking nice.” Hen said, stepping into the dressing room. “You’re not gone yet?” You asked. She shook her head. “You know if it bothers you. Just say so and we won’t make jokes about your love life.” She said, after a moment of hesitation. “It’s all good, Bobby just got on my nerves.” You said, Hen adjusted her glasses. “Bobby was the problem?” She asked, visibly confused. You shrug as you adjust your short cocktail dress. “It looks nice, very sexy.” She said, You look in the small mirror above the sink. “ All for you, hot mama.” You said, turning around, giving her a smile. She chuckled. “I wanted to look not slutty for the dinner but slutty enough to hit the club afterwards.” You tell her. She nods. “One thing is for certain, you’ll definitely get some tonight.” She hummed. That’s what you were hoping for. You walk out of the dressing room, and decide to quickly get something from the kitchen area really quickly. Bobby was standing by the kitchen island pouring himself a cup of coffee. “You’re still here.” You said, he nodded. “You look gorgeous.” He said, he had a certain look on his face. A mix between stoic, and the face he made before he’d kiss you. You stepped closer, taking his mug from his hand, raising it to your lips, taking a sip. “Don’t go.” He said, you looked at him. You had been hoping for a while he’d ask you to stay. All the late nights at his apartment. “So it is okay for you to ruin my virtue but can’t let anyone else touch me?” You asked, your tone stern. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. The word virtue were like poison in your mouth. “Okay, I shouldn’t have said that.” He said, you nod. You put his mug down in front of him. “You know when we started sleeping together I hoped we’d become more.” You said: “but it’s clear you don’t want that.” He didn’t look at you directly. He just stared at your hands. It was clear he was trying to formulate what he wanted to say. But, you heard your name being called from down the stairs. “Well, Captain unless you have something to say to me I’d better get going.” You said you didn’t give him time to respond,almost running down the stairs. You were greeted by Greg who looked nice in a casual button up, and blazer. “Hi, you look amazing.” He said, you thank him as you walk out with him.
Greg was nice, he took you to a nice restaurant, and got an entire bottle of nice wine for just the two of you. Conversation flowed between the two of you, as the two of you were swapping stories. After dinner he brought you home, and you were about to invite him in when he kissed you. It took you by surprise. You follow his lips movement. “I’m sorry.” He apologized when he was catching his breath. You give him a smile. Instead of saying anything you press your lips against his again. Kissing Greg was new and enticing. Nothing like Bobby at all. You had to take charge here, arguing with yourself as you missed the taste of peaches. You broke off the kiss realizing that you didn’t want to invite him in tonight. You hurried up inside of your apartment complex. You check your phone for the first time since the start of your date. You didn’t think Bobby would have sent you something. But, the wave of disappointment hit immediately when you saw he didn’t text anything. You saw the dozen texts Buck sent asking you to join him and some of the others from the team. It was only ten thirty right now, you open the door again, and walk out trying to flag down a taxi.
When you finally got to the bar Buck had sent you the address of. Chimney, Eddie, Hen, Buck and Bobby were sitting at a corner table. Beer bottles and multiple shot glasses covered the table. “Oh my god, y/n you’re here” Chimney cheered when he saw you. You sat down next to Buck who quickly put his arm over your shoulder to whisper something in your ear. “Bobby has been in a mood.” He slurred. You take one of the shots in front of Buck, and down it. Letting the burning sensation trickle down your throat. You didn’t realize what a bad choice of alcohol Buck made, and you desperately needed a chaser. You take the Coke in front of Bobby and take a big gulp. “Jezus Buck what was in that.” You hissed. The others were laughing about a joke made by Bobby about your inability to just drink alcohol. “So Y/n, your attendance means you did not get lucky?” Eddie asked. You shook your head. “Well, the night is still young.” Hen interrupted. It wasn’t clear to you what she bet on but now you knew. You let out a laugh. “Want to double it then?” Eddie said, Hen looked towards you. Then she looked over from Buck, and then to Bobby. “I’ll take that action.” Hen said, grabbing some money from her pocket and putting it on the table. “A Ben Franklin?” You gasped as your eyes widened. “You just love losing money huh, Hen.” Chim said: “ I’ll go against it.” You were starting to feel uncomfortable. “I’m getting another drink.” You said,pulling Buck off his seat to help you carry more drinks. You move across the dance floor. “So what did you bet on?” You ask him, as you lean on the bar waiting to be served. “That you don’t have sex.” He said, you laugh. “I was counting on you to help me win.” You whined. He chuckled, he really was one of your best friends. “I thought the same. Until I noticed how Bobby has been depressed since he heard you went out on a date.” He said, you look over at the table to see Bobby chuckling about something Chim said.
When you go to the bathroom a while later you didn’t realize you were followed in. “I want to explain.” he said, you continued washing your hands while he locked the door behind him. “Well, I don’t want to listen.” You murmured. You refused the urge to look up at him. “John said I’d lose you like weeks ago.” he said: “ and I still let it happen.” John was his friend from AA. He didn’t attend daily anymore but still kept in touch, sometimes he’d tell you things you weren’t sure he told anyone else. He stood close enough now. You could feel his breath on your exposed back. You look up, looking him in the eyes through the mirror. “ He also said I need to stop punishing myself by sleeping with you.” He said, you turn around, he stepped back to give you more room. “So now sleeping with me is a punishment?” You ask him. He got visibly annoyed by how difficult you were being. “I am always seeking atonement for my sins.” You were going to speak, asking him what the hell that had to do with you, he got to it first. “I couldn’t resist you, and I knew it was wrong, you're younger, and i’m your captain.” He said, your expression changed, it got just a little softer and you couldn’t let that happen. “So I'm just a young piece of ass then. Great” you said sarcastically. The look on his face said he was just about to shut you up. “Stop being a brat.” He snapped. You looked furious. “Let me make things easy for you. I'm leaving.” You said, trying to push past him. He pushed you against the wall instead. You loved it when he was taking charge; it came so naturally to him. He pressed his lips against yours, the two of you let passion take over. You moaned softly as his fingers found their way to your dress straps, letting the straps fall down your arms. You knew you shouldn't give in, but the feel of his lips on yours reminded you of peaches. The dress was bunching at your waist, he looked at your breasts as you were not wearing a bra. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He said as he touched your sensitive breasts. A moan escaped your mouth, as he peppered kisses along your neck.
You could see the desire in his eyes, and it only made you want him more. He smiled as he had your right where he wanted you, moving his hand from your breast to under your dress, moving your panty to the side as he started touching your clit. You nestled your face in his blouse to hide the moan you let out. You had your arms around his neck, however you moved them to his belt to help him out of it. “I need your cock, please.” You whined, the tension already getting too much from him playing with your clit. “I need you too. But, listen. Are you listening?” he asked, applying a little more pressure. He started adding two fingers inside you. You moan as a response. “I don’t allow myself to love anything.” he said: “haven’t for years. I thought if I allowed myself to fuck you but not love you. I was seeking atonement.” You nodded. It was hard to pay attention when he was touching you like that. You whimpered his name as you started to cum around his fingers. The grip you had around his shoulders tightened. “I love this.” he said, you wish you had the energy to argue with him. Instead he loosened his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear to expose his cock. “I love it when you are so cock hungry that you’ll do anything for me.” He said, he picked you up, pushing you against the wall as he inserted his cock inside of you he gasped at the tight feeling. You let out a moan still sensitive from your previous orgasm. “ The others are going to wonder” you said, he started moving. The two of you tried to keep quiet. He held your chin tightly. “Don’t think of the others when my cock is inside you.” he warned. It turned you on when he gave orders like that. He noticed that you liked it. “You always get turned on when I give orders?” he asked. When you said something completely inaudible. He started playing with your nipple. While he repeated the motion of fucking you. “Be a good girl and answer.” he said, you nodded. “yes” you moan. He pressed his lips against yours, as he entered his tongue into yours. He started to become sloppy signifying he was about to cum. “I’m gonna cum. Please just let me cum” you asked him. Your ask made him pick up his pace a little and quickly you felt your wall tighten around his cock, as you moaned his name repeatedly till you felt your legs tremble. The tightening of your walls caused him to cum inside you. He didn’t pull out of you immediately instead he was trying to catch his breath while holding you up. He carefully pulls out and sets you down on the ground. He was making himself decent. While you pull the straps over your shoulders again. You looked in the mirror, and it clearly looks like you’ve had sex. You tried to fix your hair by raking your fingers through it.
After cleaning yourself up a little, you and Bobby made your way back to the table with the others. The team started loudly cheering when the two of you sat down receiving stares from others who were enjoying their evening. “ What the fuck?” Eddie said he was so certain he was going to win that bet. Bobby noticed Buck was going to open his mouth but he was quicker. “One remark about my age and I will punch you.” Bobby told him. It didn’t stop Buck from saying something stupid. “I was just going to ask if she gets special treatment, old man.” Buck asked. Bobby punched Buck in the arm. This time Bobby placed his arm protectively over your shoulder. You leaned into him, as you overlooked some very sore losers throwing money on the table from their lost bet.
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i'm starting to sense a theme in the men i have a crush on....
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No man could ever treat me as good as Bradley Bradshaw could.
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This might be the summer heat….Part 7
Hangman x female! reader
Warnings: Smut. 18+ if you continue to read you consent to being over 18. Also warning note in rl this is not a good plan. 😅 Doctors would not recommend it.
Final part, guys.
You had stayed beside Jake’s bed while he was sleeping, sometimes during the night he woke up, and you’d talk or play a game. He preferred Hangman. Even if he kept losing from you. The nurse from the ER told you to grab a hotel, and sleep. But, you couldn’t. You just wanted to look over at him, and see his face. You had calmed down enough, your dad was probably on a flight back to the north island, he had his reasons and the more time you spent in this chair, you understood his reasoning. You wondered what you would do once his parents would arrive. “Does thinking this hard hurt your pretty head?” He asked. You groan. You hated the way he got under your skin. “Can you come sit here?” He asked. He looked at you with a begging look. He was looking at you with sadness, and even if you were still mad about things that had happened in August you could not tell him no. Not now. You got up from your chair, and scooted down on the bed, on his good side. The side that didn’t hurt as much, you lean your head on his shoulder. You took his hand into yours. A beep had started coming from the machine. You look up when the door opens and a nurse steps in. “When you have sex we know.” She says, stepping inside the room. She had her arms crossed. “We weren’t having sex.” You said, she looked at the sheepish grin Jake was having. “We might so you can turn that off.” Jake said, you slightly slap him against his arm. “Well, if you two weren’t doing anything. He must like you very much,his heart rate went through the roof.” The nurse said she fixed Jake’s leg that was propped up on a standard to keep it elevated. But, not in the air which is what they would’ve done when it is in a cast. The nurse then moves to Jake’s side, and turns off the machine. “No funny business.” She said, as she pointed at Jake. He just chuckled. You could only shake your head, as you felt your cheeks heat up, and you could just die of embarrassment
You nod. You couldn’t believe you were going to do this. You moved up from the bed, and started taking off your panty, and panties, leaving you in just your skirt while Jake had the biggest smirk on his face. You climbed back on the bed, he pulled up his hospital gown. You climbed over him, sitting down on his waist. “I wish you’d ride my face first” He said, he was entirely too happy with this situation. You give him a glare. “I know. I know. I’m ruining a very intimate moment.” He said, he moved one hand to your waist, guiding you up for him to take his penis out of his underwear. Instead of his lining up his penis, he glided two fingers through your folds. Your breath hitched. “I’d almost believed it was a pity fuck if only you weren’t this wet.” He chuckled. His finger wet with your juices he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. He settled you down on his cock with his hands. You held onto his shoulders, and gasped audible from the familiar feeling of him stretching you. He closed his eyes, tightening his grip on your hips. “Tell me if it hurts.” You said, moving carefully up and down. “This is the best I've felt in month’s, pretty.” He groaned. He moved his thumb to your clit moving it in circles. He leaned forward to kiss you again. The slowness of your movements was killing you, as in between kisses heavy breaths were audible. This was a change of pace of your usual sex, which was heated, and fast paced. Usually filled with sexual tensions, and anger. Now it was slow, and passionate. You moved up the pace a bit. He let out a noise, you pulled away and stopped your movements. “Did I hurt you?” You asked worriedly. He shakes his head, and pecks kisses on your neck. “No, now stop being so worried about me.” He said, you moved your arms around his neck, and scratched the back of his hair. “God I love you, Jake, and I’m going to be worried about you whether you like it or not.” You said, inches away from his face. You didn’t just mean now, you meant always. He chuckled. “Rooster said you adored me.” he said, you let out a gasp as he bucked his hips. “Is now the time to bully me?” You ask him. He nods. “At Least I said it first.” You shrug. You slowly buck your hips to his again. “Did not.” He said defensive. His hands had slowly found his way back to your hips, and moved your body up and down. “We were arguing, and it was like two a.m and you were throwing shit around and I told you that I loved you but you were so pissed you didn’t even hear me.” He explained. You frown at him, but him pushing you down on his cock made you let out a moan.
“That’s too slick. I don’t believe you.” You gasped. He moved you up, and down more forcefully than you would have done. “I love you. Now show me those tits. Daddy missed them.” He said, You had the most stupid grin on your face. How could he ruin a moment this perfect. You moved your hands to your blouse pulling it over your head. Exposing your bra for him. You moved your hands to your back but he stopped you.”No, let me.” He said, moving his hands to your back, undoing your bra, letting it slip off. “God, I love these.” He said, he moved his hands to cup them. He let go of them, and as you were bouncing on his cock your breasts were jiggling. “Go faster.” he ordered. You start going a bit faster and the tension in your stomach builds up in forms of knots. You started moaning a bit more when he twisted your left nipple with one hand and the other rubbed your clit. Your walls squeezed around his cock, and he let out moans of pleasure, shooting his load into you. You ride him through his high as you come close to cumming. He continues to rub your clit till you let out an exasperated moan of ecstasy.
Two years later
You stepped into your living room. Hangman had not been able to come home when your son was born. He missed the birth of his son because he was flying over some international water on a mission he was not allowed to discuss. Not that either of you really complained you were both happy he was back in the air and made a full recovery. You see your husband sit on the couch, he was telling some story to your kid. Three months old already. “and that is when your mother and I joined the mile high club.” he said, you groan. “Can you not tell our kid about everytime we had sex.” You said, you sit down on the couch next to him. “He thinks it is funny. Look at him laugh.” he said, He hands the baby to you. Whom was indeed laughing at you. “He is laughing at your dumb face.” You tease Hangman. He scrunched his nose in dislike but leans in to peck a kiss on your cheek. “Hello little bean.” you said, he looked so much like Hangman already.
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This might be the summer heat…. part 6
Warnings: angst. Mentions of blood. Some sexual words being used. I have very little knowledge of anything medical so im sorry if it is not correct.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
You stepped inside your front door, and you tried to keep yourself from crying. You entered the living room, hoping for- you didn’t know what you were hoping for. The TV was on, and you were met with your father sitting on the couch. “Hangman can use the front door, you know.” Maverick said, it was then that you couldn’t keep it in. Loud sobs escaped your mouth. Your dad looked over, and quickly got up from the couch pulling you into his arms for comfort. He asked you what had happened but all that came from you were cries as your heart couldn’t contain the grief and sorrow you were feeling. Your tears were starting to soak Maverick’s shirt, and your father’s grip on you tightened. Which felt like he was trying to silence you. It took you forever to calm down enough. “It’s over.” You sobbed. Your dad was stroking your hair to comfort you, guiding you to the couch. “It’s okay. Let it out. “ he said, he sat down next to you, letting you cry for as long as you wanted. You could tell he didn’t know
what to say in true dad fashion. It was moments like these that you missed your mother, and you were sure your father felt the same as he wasn’t good at having a daughter. “You’re going to be alright, honey.” He said: “You’ll find someone better, someone you don’t have to inevitably mourn him at some point.” He tried to comfort you. Instead it made it worse.
You woke up in the morning, in your own bed. The last thing you remember was that you were on the couch trying to watch the movie that Maverick had been watching. You feel tears well up again, but this time you stopped yourself. Not now, not when the morning was early. You looked at the alarm clock on your nightstand, and it was already nine. Your dad must’ve left for work already. You made your way downstairs only to find Penny in the kitchen making pancakes. “Oh honey.” She said, when she saw your puffy eyes. You go to the kitchen kabinet to take a mug for your coffee. “Sit. I have pancakes for you.” She said, you nod. Pouring your coffee beforehand. “You don’t have to be here.” You tell her. She takes the last pancake out of the pan. Placing it on a plate, setting it down in front of you. “Nothing wrong with some girl time after a break up.” She said, setting down the can of whipping cream. “He was mean.” You said, stuffing your face with the first bite of pancake, which was a big one. You wanted to say something else but you couldn’t as you stuffed your mouth too much. “They always are.” She said, taking a sip of her coffee. She could make way better chocolate chip pancakes than Maverick could. “Was it dumb of me to pick him over Rooster?” You ask, you could tell by the look on her face, that whatever she was going to say, wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Yes.” She said: “I’m sorry, honey.” You just nodded, trying to chew on your pancake. Penny had stayed with you that morning, so you’d have someone to talk to. Eventually she had to leave and prepare the bar for opening.
Penny took you off the Hard Deck schedule for most of that week. You did tell her you could be a grown up, and just go to work. But, she insisted. Eventually you won the argument, and that friday you were back to serving tables, and manning the bar. Which was good because it gave you a chance to show how unbothered you were by Hangman breaking up with you. There was not a chance you would let him see that. You heard Hangman hadn’t been over to the Hard Deck much that week, you should be safe enough. At Least until ten when Hangman came stumbling in. Clearly he had already been drinking. He strided over to the bar. “Can I have a beer?” He asked the bartender. You decided to keep focusing on the drinks you were serving. You felt better knowing he was a bit of a mess as well. You saw him slide into the booth of a very beautiful blonde woman. You felt like you had swallowed a massive rock that was pitted in your stomach. You didn’t know if you wanted to yell, cry or just laugh. Though the last reaction would be a coping mechanism. You asked Penny to let you go earlier, that she was right, you weren’t ready yet.
You hadn’t returned to the Hard Deck since then, the following week you went to San Diego, and asked your friends to help you move your furniture in. That night you all went out, and you were drinking like it would solve everything, like if you would only do another shot then you wouldn’t feel your sorrows anymore. But, there kept being another until you were crying on the bathroom floor of some disgusting bar. Your friends kept telling you all the right things. That Hangman was a lame callsign, that he was a piece of garbage, that he was a walking red flag from the start, and that you are better off without him. You only wished that it made you feel better. It didn’t.
Over the following weeks that turned into months, you were focusing on your degree, and when you weren’t you would go out, have some fun and if your friends didn’t stop you drinking at some point of the evening, then you would almost go home with random guys that were nothing but trouble. Not even in the sexy kind of way, at the end of the drunken night you would sometimes find yourself crying in your bed. Something you didn’t allow yourself when you were sober. You hadn’t dared to ask Rooster about Hangman’s whereabouts or if he was okay. You didn’t want to hear how well he was doing, and Rooster hadn’t mentioned anything either.
It was approaching the second week of November, you were tired after class, your friends had asked if you wanted to go out with them, and reluctantly you said no. You had to study the last three weeks especially since the Pre-Halloween party where you went home with a guy dressed like Bill Clinton. You went into a big wake up call. That guy was frat boy scum. You had settled behind your laptop with your textbooks when your phone rang. “Y/n Mitchell” you answer the phone, “Y/n, thank god.” She said, It was a voice you didn’t recognize. “I didn’t know if they let you know, you are his girlfriend after all. But,I just wanted to make sure someone was with him when he woke up.” The female voice said on the other line. “He what?” You ask. “Jakey’s jet was shot down, and he had to eject.” She said, Jakey. He told you that’s how his mom calls him. That wasn’t even the first thing that raced through your mind. Your brain was overflowing with worry. “We are coming in from London. We were on holiday. But, we’ll be there in two days.” The woman rambled on the other side, clearly in distress. “Mrs. Seresin, your son broke up with me this summer.” You tell her. It was quiet on the other end. Clearly something Hangman forgot to mention to his parents, you were surprised he even told them about you.“My son is an idiot. ” She signed, “ But, I just can’t bear it if he wakes up alone. Please promise me you’ll sit with him.”
They had taken him to a hospital in Seattle. After an agonising flight to Seattle you arrived with the backpack on your back. You walked through the hallways of the hospital when you saw your father sitting in front of a door. Jake. He had a sorrowful look on your face. “What happened?” You ask him. Your dad had a look of surprise on his face when he saw you there. He quickly wrapped his arms around you for a hug. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.” He said, letting you go.
“Jake’s mom called me, she asked me to be here.” You tell him. His expression on his face changed. “I don’t think that is such a good idea.” He said, you shake your head. “I promised, okay.” You said, thinking he was worried you’d get dragged into Hangman depression again. He could tell by your face expression this wasn’t something you were changing your mind about. “What happened, dad?” You ask again. “They were scouting the enemy line, when they were ambushed by third generation fighter pilots. I told them to get the hell out of there. When it turned into a dog fight, they were going after Omaha, and Jake intervened.” He explained.
You had been sitting next to Jake’s bed for a while. He was sound asleep, even with the tube in his mouth. The nurse asked you to let you know when he woke up so they could remove the tube. He had sustained injuries to his leg, as the bone had broken through his skin, and hit an artery that had ruptured. He lost a lot of blood before trauma had arrived. You had been holding his hand since you got there. You look at the clock, it had been three hours since you had been sitting with him in the room, eight since the trauma helicopter had landed here. They had performed surgery on his leg, and bandaged instead of putting it in a cast for them to be able to check on the sutures. You couldn’t stop looking at his face, hoping he’d just open his eyes. It was as if you willed it with your mind, his eyes fluttered, and slowly they opened up. “Hangman.” You said, you quickly get up to get a nurse.
You had to wait outside, but the moment she let you back in, Hangman’s eyes were on you. “Hey pretty” he said, he had that fogged up look in his eyes that made it clear he was jacked up on painkillers. “Hi Hangman.” You said, taking his hand in yours.”The doctor will come when the anaesthesia wears off a bit.” The nurse said, leaving the room. “My memories have been betraying me.” He mumbled. The nurse had exchanged his tube in his mouth for tubes in his nose. “Huh?” You ask him. “You are even hotter than I remember.” He said, a smile appeared on his face. Anesthesia Jake was still flirty. Noted.
It had been an hour since he woke up. You had texted his mom when he woke up. Jake had been resting for most of the past hour. It was then that the doctor came in, Jake had reluctantly woken up to hear what he had to say. The doctor explained how the surgery had gone, and though he warned him of the risk of infection, and if infection occurs they would have to amputate. His lungs had damage, as the mask he was wearing did not properly supply him with oxygen. But, gasses had leaked into his mask poisoning him.
You were glad Hangman had asked you to stay when the doctor came in. It was difficult to hear, you couldn’t imagine being Jake. He was looking at you. “What?” You ask him. “You look sad, I’m in pain.” He said: “ What I think we both need is for you to climb up here, and ride me.” He said, with a smirk on his face. “Jesus, Jake.” You said, you knew he was joking, he was in no state. “First name huh. My cock hasn’t even been in you yet.” He said, you caught on quickly what he was doing. Distractions. He wasn’t good with sad things. “I came because your mom called. Not because I wanted to hook up with you in your hospital bed.” You said, you tried not to let out a hint of anger. You weren’t angry. Truly. “I’m sorry okay. Will you forgive me?” He pouted. You give him a glare for an answer. “Come on, pretty. You won’t forgive a wounded soldier. You know I might still lose my leg.” He said, pulling the hurt card, he gave you a pout, and you couldn’t stay mad at him. “You’re forgiven.” You said, you didn’t know if you truly forgive him or if you just couldn’t resist him saying sweet things. “Come and seal that with a kiss won’t you.” He joked. “You’re an idiot.” you said: “How could you do that?” It blurted out of your mouth, you had to know his thought process in the sky. You had to know how one of the best fighter pilots had let himself get shot down.
“Had to do something, it was Omaha or me” he snapped. The conversation had taken a different direction. “So it had to be you,” you scoffed. “Yes,” he exclaimed. “I don’t have a family or anyone to get back to” it was as if he sounded desperate for air when he said that. “How can you say that?” You ask him. You were looking at him, while he had not been able to look at you anymore. “I thought I made damn sure that you wouldn’t be mourning me but here you are” he said, those words sounded familiar, mourning him. It was as if you realised you had left on the stove at home but recalled the memory turning it off the second you walked back into your front door.
“Is that why you broke up with me?” You ask him. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“ forget it” he said, he sounded stern.
“No, I don't want to forget it.” You said, you even shifted your chair closer to the bed.
“ Y/n” he said, this sounded final.
You had left Hangman alone for a while. You had asked him if you could bring him back some coffee or anything. You saw your dad sit alone in the cafeteria. Undoubtedly waiting for the confirmation he was going to be alright. “ Did you tell Jake to break up with me?” You ask him, it was busy in the cafeteria, and you doubted anyone would overhear. You didn’t need an answer, you could see it on his face. “I know dad.” You said, now your dad had gotten up from his seat. “Wait honey, listen-“ He said, he tried to finish his sentence but you cut him off. “No,you held me the whole night when I was crying about him.” You snap.
“I didn’t want you to worry about him, wondering when you’d get the call.” He said, he tried to step a bit closer.
“Well, here we are.” You snapped.
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This might be the summer heat…… Part 5
Hangman x female! Reader
Warnings: uhh sex is insinuate. Some things described. But, this is not a major smut chapter. But, for legal reasons still 18+
Y/n Mitchell joins her father at Top Gun for the summer, as she is flirting dangerously with Hangman.
Author’s note: I want to thank everyone for sticking with me through this fic. I know not everything makes sense but let’s not get technical. I watched Top Gun Maverick for the third time Thursday, and I want to apologise for not posting sooner.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
August
You loved the way Hangman was around you. He would leave hickeys all over your body, and was possessive over you when a guy was looking over at you when working, and when you would play pool with them he would pull you on his lap when it was someone else’s turn. He even took you out on a date, eventually. With that keeping his promise. He took you to the carnival, and even won you a really big stuffed animal. You thought it was luck but he insisted that it was because he had “mad shooting skill”. That was how you liked him. Like a confident bastard. Which had the major downside, especially when the two of you would argue. Most of the arguments were about the guys at the bar that would flirt with you. Or, when he was being his arrogant flirty self with some girl.
Your dad refused to stay over at Penny’s anymore. Being a natural cock block for you, and Jake. It worked for a while. Until Jake figured out that he could climb into your window, and then he felt like the most ridiculous 31 year old that had to climb through his girlfriend's window like he was some 17 year old. He quickly got over it when the two of you were getting spicy, and he kept you quiet with a hand over your mouth. He would wait for you to fall asleep, and then make his way to the barracks. You woke up, still feeling an arm around your waist, and his breathing in your neck. He had snuggled you close in your arms. “Hangman.” You mumbled. Trying to awaken him, you tried to wiggle out of his grip to check the time. But, it must’ve already been at least 8. you knew he had to get up at four thirty normally. He was already late for duty. “Hangman” you repeated. You had been wiggling enough to awaken a part of him. You felt him poking against your back. “Jake.” You said, trying to get his attention. This time wiggling your butt. “Stop teasing, woman.” he said, tightening his grip to keep you still. A chuckle escaped your lips. “You’re late.” You said, you await a hastened response of ‘oh shit. Cyclone is going to kill me’ but it didn’t come. “It is sunday, dummy.” He answered. You wanted to argue with him that it wasn’t but then you remembered that Rooster was coming today. Though this felt comfortable, and his radiating body heat caused you to flutter your eyes closed again.
You could feel Jake place kisses on your neck near your earlobe. Jup. He was up. You let out a small gasp, when his arm moved from your waist to your breast, and started to play with your nipple under your shirt. “Jake.” You mumbled softly. He finally let you out of his grip enough for you to roll over to face him. You let your fingers glide from his hair to his jawline repeating it slowly. “I love that sound.” he said, you looked into his eyes that made your brain go into a frenzy. You were sure he could ask you anything if only he continued to look at you like that. “What?” you ask, a smile appears on your face. “Nothing.” He mumbled. He continued on with touching you all over, placing kisses on your neck that undoubtedly would turn into more hickeys. “Jake, I’m hungry.” You said, he let out a small chuckle as he looked up. “How about I eat you out. We eat breakfast, and then we have sex. All day.” He said, you thought about what he said, and how desperate you were to really enjoy the day with him like this. You couldn’t. “I can’t.” You said, he signed. “Rooster is coming later today. We were going to a railroad museum.” You explained. Hangman’s expression changed. “His idea?” He asked. You scrunch up your nose. “Come on, you’d rather do that then have sex with your boyfriend?” He taunted. You get out of his grip to get up. “Boyfriend Huh?” You said, as you left him in bed, you walked to the bathroom. You were just teasing him.
Rooster had picked you up in his car, you loved his car. It was comfortable, and the interior still smelled like new leather. Your hair was still drying a bit after the shower, Jake had joined you even after you told him to go home before Rooster would show up. But, instead he sweet talked you into letting him insert himself in the shower, and insert him in you. It became somewhat of a time crunch when Rooster knocked on your door. You kind of regret not staying with Hangman, and then the two of you could go to the beach and make out, and at the end of the day go out for dinner. Though you missed spending time with Rooster. The railroad museum was your way of making a peace offer. He hadn’t been the same towards you since you picked Jake. “I was glad you called.” Rooster said he had rolled down all the windows, and you leaned your arm on the opening so the cold hit your arm. “I- uh I haven’t seen you talking to Hangman in a while.” Rooster said, you thought back for a second to this past week, and you hadn’t been to the Hard Deck much, not a lot of hours had to be made. “Is that why you called?” You asked him. He shrugs, adjusting his sunglasses. “No, of course not.” He said, you change his radio station. “But?” You ask. “Come on, it is Hangman. Your dad is going hard on him. He’ll leave you hanging.” He said, no pun intended by the look on his face. You were getting annoyed by his remarks. “Can you quit it?” You ask. “I’m already having a hard time getting my dad to warm up to him.” You explained. You rub your fingers against your temple. “Fine. I won’t.” He said, you give him a smile, and turn up the volume when the words from Fools Garden echoed through the car.
Summer went by quickly. Faster than you wanted, you just wanted to stay in the moment forever. Though as the second to last week of break started it became clear that tensions were running high on base. A mission to go on a navy ship to enemy territory was approaching. This would be for 6-8 months, not a lot of details known to the public. What you knew about it you got from your dad. Hangman didn’t talk about it, instead anytime you wanted to ask him about it, he started to distract you with something. Until you were working your shift at the Hard Deck, looking forward to closing time. It was then that you saw him walk into the door wearing a heavy face. He sits down at the bar, he didn’t peck a kiss on you like he had been doing these past weeks. His male territorial behavior as you called it, and he defended it as him being tooth rotting sweet. He nursed his beer till he could take you home, it took an hour. In the car you talked about the furniture you had to get out of storage next week to put into your new apartment. As your lease wasn’t renewed last semester. You get out of the car expecting Hangman to follow you inside. He didn’t. He stood by the side of his car. “You don’t want to go in?” You ask. He shook his head. “I think we need to see other people.” He said, it was like he punched you right in your face. You had seen him two days ago, and he was perfectly happy with you. Your brain was working overtime trying to register what he said. “I- uh I” just fell out of your mouth. “I just feel like now you are going back to school, and I am going on the mission,” he explained. You couldn’t look him in the eye, this was the moment you regretted his arrogance. He wasn’t sincere, not one goddamn moment. “So this is it. Rooster was right.” You tell him. The mention of Rooster created a fire inside of you. How the hell was that guy right, he never was. “Don’t bring him into this.” Hangman said, you nod. “You’re right. What the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask, your voice got louder as your shock was turning into pure rage. “What did you expect? That you could shake your ass once, and I’d marry you or something.” He scoffed. He crossed his arms in a loose manner. “Fuck you.” You yelled at him. “Well, you already did, sweetheart. Multiple times.” You couldn’t grasp what he was saying. “Unfortunately, yes.” You said softly. That was the last you said, as you turned around, and made your way inside.
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Throw it out
Bob x female!reader
Warnings: Smut. 18+ if you continue to read you agree that your are over 18.
Please ignore how blurry this picture is. I think it was way longer of something..
Like now, you had been accepted to Top Gun a while back. While Bob had been called to Top Gun together with a lot of other Top Gun graduates for a special mission. Though this time when you saw Bob something had changed. Everything he did was hot. Maybe it is because you have been without a boyfriend for a while now. Or, maybe because he got hotter. Well, he was still the same library dork you married, you just got turned on by the little things he does. All you wanted was to get to bed and relax. Once you get home you jump into your nightwear, and slide under the covers. You close your eyes trying to sleep. As time went on, you couldn’t fall asleep. You look at the clock, and see it was eight o’clock, no wonder you couldn’t fall asleep. You groan.
You figured Bob wouldn’t be back from hanging out with his squad for a while. Besides he would be sleeping on the pull out couch. He had been awfully hot this morning, he had been sleeping in his boxer shorts shirtless. You didn’t understand why he hid away like that, with a body like his. You just wondered what he would be like with his arms around you. She thought about watching some tv show. However, a better plan popped into your head. As your head went into your nightstand, and took out your satisfyer. The pink handle, and the white head. You turn it on once, to make sure it isn’t broken. It wasn’t fully charged, you just hoped you could get off before the battery ran out. You lie with your head on the pillow as you part your legs a little to place the toy on your clit. Pushing the button to turn it on. The soft pulse felt nice, a sign escaped your mouth. Clearly, you were aching for this as you up the pressure. As you writhe under the sensation that the toy gave you. You close your eyes and imagine Bob touching you, as the vibrator was doing its work. You couldn’t help it when you played with your own nipples through your tank top, and Bob's name rolled over your lips. You got turned on more by his name, so you repeat it over, and over again. “Yes, Y/n?” A voice asked. Your eyes open, and you see Bob standing in the door opening. “Oh god, shit!” You cried. You cover your eyes to hide from Bob’s gaze of surprise. Your legs were covered by the sheet but the loud sound of your vibrator made it clear what you were doing. “Jesus Bob. Leave.” You said, as you turned off the vibrator, and put it on your side. You didn’t hear him leave. You open your eyes, and Bob makes his way over. “Can’t leave my wife this horny, can I?” He said, he sat down on the bed, leaning his arm over your body. You close your legs “Will you be a good wife, and open your legs for me?” He asked. You just blink at him. This was one of your best of friends. But, it was hot. He had a hungry look in his eyes, begging you for an answer. The dissatisfied longing in between your legs wanted him too. You nod. “Words, please.” He asked. You almost let a laugh escape your lips but you refrained. This was dorky Robert Floyd who was now staring at you longingly. “Please.” You said, giving him your most innocent eyes. You parted your legs, and Bob moved his hand under your sheet, you could feel his thumb find your clit as he started rubbing circles. Your body quickly responded. He decided quickly to enter a finger. “Good wife.” He gushed as you were bucking your hips to his finger curling inside you
He lifted up your tank top with the hand he didn’t use, and pulled it over your head. Exposing your breasts to him, he looked like a kid on christmas. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He said, as he started placing kisses on your collarbone working his way to your breast, sucking on your nipple. “Jesus Bob. You’re good.” You moan, you feel your body edging closer to an orgasm as all sensations come in. “ Don’t have to sound so surprised.” You roll your head back. Mumbling Bob’s name. He started sucking on your other nipple. You can feel the bulge in his pants rub up against your leg, relieving some of his own tension. You were holding onto his arms which were more muscle than you even imagined from seeing him. You grip his arms tighter as you feel an euphoric wave wash over you. Your breath was heavy as you kept mumbling his name. He allowed you time to enjoy it and get together. He pulled his fingers out of you, and sucked it off. “Hm ready form my cock now.” He didn’t phrase it as a question. Neither did you think he meant it as one. “Wait, what does this mean?” You ask now your thoughts weren’t clowded by him. He thought for a second. “It means you can throw that vibrator out.” He said: “cause i’m going to fuck you whenever I can.” Leaning in to kiss you, and you can taste some residue of you on his lips. “I like the sound of that.” You said, as you start to fidget at his blouse to get it off.
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This might be the summer heat… Part 4
Hangman x female!reader
Warnings: Smut. 18+ if you continue reading you consent to being over 18!
Y/n Mitchell joins her father ar Top Gun for the summer, as she is flirting dangerously with Hangman.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5
When your dad had stood before Hangman. He looked smaller than your dad. You felt it in the pit of your stomach, a deep fear nestled. A lot of heads had turned, and the voices had quieted down. You could see the other lieutenant’s with an amusing look in their eyes. “My daughter?” Maverick asked. Within a split second
Your dad hit Hangman in his face. You yell at him. “What the hell.” Hangman stumbled backwards but didn’t fall like last time. “Hey! Not inside.” Penny said loudly. She made her way over to the three of you. “Mav, calm down. Let’s not do this here.” She said, Hangman was leaking blood again from his nose. He held the top of his hand to his nose. Not even now Hangman’s stupid cockiness left his face. You didn’t know what to do or how to act. Your dad stared at Hangman with a new found fury. Instead of saying anything else your dad looked at you. “We’ll talk later. Before I actually kill him.” Your dad said, he walked too collective to call it storming off. When your dad had left the aviators started to clap. Like Hangman had done something heroic. Harvard came over giving him a pat on the shoulder.
You went to your house, leaving Hangman at the bar. He was okay, sort of. You tried to figure out how you felt that everyone now knew about your relationship with Hangman. Or how you felt about your dad knowing the two of you did it in the bar’s backroom. He wasn’t at the house, his motorcycle wasn’t there, and the lights were still all off. You decided to take a shower, washing Hagman off you. You look in the mirror when you step out. Having the body cover most of you as it is wrapped around you. Except for the hickey Hangman had left on your neck. You groan. Of course that’s part of how he knew. When you finally settle on the couch trying to distract yourself with tv. You hear your dad’s motorcycle stop in front of the house. You wait till you hear the door opening and closing. “Where were you?” You ask as he stepped inside the living room. You try to keep your eyes on the tv. Not knowing what your reaction is going to be once you see your dad’s reaction again. “I needed a moment.” He said, you didn’t know what to say. He sits down next to you on the big couch.“ I told you not to date fighter pilots.” You nod. This time you looked at him, and you saw disappointment in his eyes. “Well, dad you actually have a very long and comprehensive list of people not to date.” You answered. The corners of his mouth tweaked in a small smile. “You’re my little girl.” He just said, leaning his head on his hand. “I know.” You said: “You shouldn’t have punched him.” It reminded you how Rooster punched Hangman. Your dad and Rooster were a lot alike. “My only regret is that I didn’t hit him again.” He said, you cover your face to hide your laugh. You didn’t want to continue the conversation, you got up to grab a drink.
The two of you sat in simple silence, trying to continue to watch your movie. “Why not Rooster?” He asked. This remark felt like it came from nowhere. “Why don’t you marry Rooster then?” You ask your dad. He mocked a laugh. You just had to hope he would come to support it with time. Your dad turned his head towards you. “Don’t make him my son in law.” He said it wasn’t stern or angry. “I promise I won’t make Rooster your son in law.” You laughed, he just shook his head in disappointment.
You had gone to the beach and decided to enjoy your evening off from the bar. It had been quite late already when you went. You had texted Hangman where you went off to incase he had finished early and wanted to hang out with you. Though his usual finish time came and went, Hangman had still not texted you, and the beach was getting emptier as people had gone searching for dinner. You however are still enjoying your book under the parasol you brought with you. “You’re sexy with that book” a familiar voice said, you looked up from your book, and Hangman was standing there. He had gone home to change into swimming trunks, and a shirt. “Hey handsome.” You said, He sat down next to you on the beach towel. You close your book to give him your undivided attention. He was looking out at the ocean with an annoyed look on his face. “How come you’re this late?” You ask him. He looked over to you. He had been leaning on his elbows, they were digging into the sand. “Your dad has been riding my ass.” He answered. Ow shit you thought.
“How about you start riding mine.” You said, giving him a wink. He gave you that look. It was serious as if you just said the most outrageous thing. A laugh erupted from his throat. “I will talk to him.” You said you were determined. He took your hand in his. “I can handle your dad. It is just tense right now.” He said, you nod. “Besides, I don't want to look like a pussy.” You hate that he worded it like that. He looked tired. “Hm. You look tense.” You said, gliding your hand over his bicep. You leaned further over to him, as placed a kiss on his lips. You palm his penis through the outside of his swimsuit, though you were surprised that his penis was already almost fully hard. “Jesus. We are in public.” he said, the panic in his voice noticeable. You look up, and there were a couple of people still on the left of the beach. They weren’t closeby, you lean over Hangman’s body to move the parasol from the back of you to Hangman’s side sheltering the two of you from any onlookers. “This okay?” You ask. You were straddling his leg. He gives you a smile. “ Daddy’s little innocent girl, my ass.” He laughed. He spanked your ass once, and you let out a small gasp. “Oh you like that, huh. “ he said, he wanted to pull you closer by your waist. However, you stopped him. You take his waistband elastic and pull it down exposing his cock. It had started to look red as a sign how badly he wanted release. He didn’t say anything. He had small drops on pre cum coming out, you wipe them with your thumb, and swirl your thumb over the head. He tilted his head back, and groaned. You spit on your hand, and start to move from the top to the base, and start to stroke his cock. He let out short moans, as you were teasing him. He tried to buck his hips. “Come on, be a good girl and suck.” He snapped lightly. You look at him with a smile. “Daddy wants his cock sucked?” You ask, trying your best to give him the innocent look. Hangman’s eyes darkened,and you felt his cock twitch in your hand. You felt your own desire rise up in your core. “Yes.” He let out. You carefully wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. His response was immediate by letting out a groan. You try to take as much of him in his mouth, as it turned out to be a bit of a struggle as his cock was bigger than fitted. He reached with his hand and moved strands of hair out of your face. You look at him maintaining eye contact as you move your head up and down. You could tell he was enjoying it, as he tried to buck his hips with your movements. “This feels so good.” He moaned, trying to chase his orgasm, you stop deep throating him as the tears had been forming, instead you suck on the head, and move your hand up, and down his shaft. You could feel him getting close to an orgasm, as he was praising and letting out sounds of pleasure. You were rubbing yourself against his leg to release some of your own tension. You take his cock back into your mouth entirely, and bob your head till you feel his cum shoot into your mouth. Once you know it's done, swallow his cum. You let your lips slip off his shaft as you looked up, he pressed his lips against yours. “Thank you.” He said, you give him a smile, tucking his thing back into his swimwear. “How about I return the favor?” He asked. You put your hand on his shoulder. “Buy me some dinner first.” You joked, shaking your head, as you got up from his leg.
November 1st
You got out of class early that day. Lucky for you because you had been planning to buckle down with your textbooks. Being focused helps with the loneliness you had been feeling late being back at your own apartment. You had called your dad yesterday, and he had talked about the squad being away with on a naval base. Your phone rang, and you answered it with your name as it was a number you didn’t recognize. The voice on the other side of the line was clear and concise but you didn’t hear any of the words. Your brain didn’t process any words. “He what?” you mumble, trying to wrap your head around it.
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Young love pt. 2
Bob Floyd x Female! Reader
Warnings: Smut. 18+ if you continue to read you consent to being over 18.
Part 1
It had been a couple of days since then. You started to be a regular at the bar playing pool or poker. Hangman started to become close to you as he thought you were “feisty” and not scared to clean him out of his money when playing poker. On the other bases the others treated you like any other not aviator. But, this former Top Gun squad treated you like one of them. Mostly because of Hangman, and you are sure Hangman did so to piss off Bob who was not exactly thrilled by your presence. Working with Bob was not difficult, you were polite, and you hated the way you caught yourself looking at him.
He was doing push ups out on the tarmac with Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman. You had made your way to Hondo as Hangman had asked for you to take a look at a sound the jet had been making. “Can I steal Hangman for a second?” You ask. Hondo agrees and you ask Hangman to step aside. “There is nothing wrong with the jet.” You said, Hangman smirks. “I know. I just wanted to see your face.” He said, in turn a smile appeared on your face. His flirtations were all friendly. “And I saw it as a chance to get out of doing push ups?” He asked. Of course he wanted a favor. You nod. “Hey Hondo. I’m going to need Hangman and Phoenix to test ride their jets.” You said, you saw Hondo think for a second. He knew it meant getting out of doing push ups as he really wasn’t going to waste time later in his day to watch over them. “ I suppose.” He said, Phoenix stopped her push ups and followed Hangman and you as the three of you were going to the hangar. “Couldn’t you bail out Bob too?” Phoenix asked. You nod. “I could’ve yes.” You answered. They looked at you like you were evil. How could someone not like their angel friend? “What on earth happened between you two?” Phoenix asked. You shrug. “ Come on, Bob is the dorkiest guy we know. How bad can it be?” Hangman said, you shake your head. You didn’t want to tell them. Because it didn’t even feel like the same Bob. “Besides I don’t understand how Bob can get to you. You are completely out of his league.” He said Phoenix was about to hit him in the head. You roll your eyes at him.
That night you went over to the Hard Deck, and Bob was nursing a drink at the bar. Sour look on his face even before he saw you. You order a beer, and sit down as well. It was a cloudy night, and you could smell the rain in the air. Though not a drop of rain had fallen. It wasn’t going to rain in May. The weather in May mainly consisted of heat, and dry desert sand. “Why are you drinking?” You ask eventually after he had glared at you for a while. “You.” He mumbled taking another gulp. He looked on his way to become drunk before dinner. You let out a laugh. “I hardly doubt that.” You said, he rolls his eyes. “ I’m going to go now.” You said, you get up, leaving the beer even though you only had a little. The smell of rain infiltrates your nostrils when you open back the door towards the outdoors. Even if it was only a bit cloudy.
“You are making being here difficult.” You heard Bob say behind you. You should have just unlocked your car, and left him standing there. But, instead you turn around. “Ha, now I just know you are lying.” You laugh, you could tell he was a mixture between angry and maybe jealous. “Yes you are. Getting all snug with Hangman.” He said, definitely acting jealous. You were about to yell at him for being an idiot. “You think my friendship with Hangman has anything to do with you?” You ask him, you cross your arms over your chest. It pushed your breasts up, and you could tell Bob had glanced over. “NoO have you met Hangman?” He yelled. You could feel yourself getting angry as well. “Well, Hangman has only been nice to me.” You said, he groaned. “I’m sure till he sleeps with you.” He said, this heated that special little hate fire you had within you specially for him. “Like you?” You snap. That sentence changed the dynamic of the conversation. He didn’t look angry anymore. “I was a dick.” He said, almost apologetic. You nodded your head. “Damn right.” You said, it felt good to hear him say that. “I slept with you and I knew I was leaving and I just felt ashamed afterwards because I ruined our friendship.” He said, you uncross your arms, and he tries to step closer. You stepped one step back. However, your back hit the door of your car. “Did you love me or was it just me?” You ask. You were desperate to know but scared to find out. “Just you.” He said, it almost came out as a whisper.
You looked at him. Bob. Who you thought was the love of your freaking life at 8 years old. Never loved you back. At that moment your life felt like a Taylor Swift song. It was like no useful comprehensive thought entered your brain. Instead you just stood there. “You were Ben’s little sister and I knew I could sleep with you. I was seventeen years old and I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.” He tried to explain. He stepped closer to you, locking you in between the car, and his body. He only made it worse. “Fuck you” you yelled. You push him away from you. You needed space to breathe and get the hell away from here.
You were furious at him. “Listen-“ he tried to say but the look you gave him shut him up quickly. “No i'm done listening” you said, you turn to unlock your car. You could feel tears well up.
“I love you”
He spoke the words with desperation in his voice. You turn back around, and point at him. “No, you don’t get to love me.” You cried, you didn’t want to let him see you weak. “ No, you don’t get to love me now” You repeated. “Not after I put myself together after you broke me.” The last you almost yelled. He tried to comfort you. But, you rejected his offer for a hug. “I love you. I have loved you forever. I just realised it too late.” He said, You shake your head in disbelief. A couple of tears were falling down your face.
“No” You mumbled.
“Yes” he said, happily.
“No. You didn't, you just said that.” You pointed out. You tried to not look into his eyes. He put his hand under your chin to make you look at him. “I didn’t know at the time but you were my sun, and the winters felt cold without you.” He said, it made you hate him. You hated him so much for saying that. Because he was stupid. He was an idiot and you let him break your heart.
“I hate you.” You said, and you could see the disappointment in his eyes. You place your hands on his cheeks, and pull him in for a kiss. He responded back quickly, mirroring your movements. He glided his hands to your hips. Your body leaned into his, as he pressed you against the car. This kiss was filled with all your feelings towards him. You didn’t understand what just happened and Bob made your brain foggy.
You had left him there at the parking lot after the kiss, as you didn’t know what to do with yourself. If it wasn’t for the group of people exiting the building you might have just let Bob rail you against your car. What you needed from him was good old fashioned hate sex to get over your feelings from him. But, then again.. he told you he loved you. Though his credibility was shot in your eyes.
You heard your doorbell ring, and when you opened up the door you got pushed inside by Bob pressing his lips against yours again. This time the kiss was different, this kiss was to convince you. You stop the kiss for a second. Letting you breathe for a second. He was looking at you, and your body. Suddenly feeling very aware that you were already ready for bed. He just smiled, and pressed his lips against yours again. He picked you up, and made his way to your bedroom. Setting you down on your bed, your bed hitting the pillow. He started to strip you down,and once your top was naked, he was admiring your breasts. He flicks your left nipple once before loosening his belt, and taking your hands. “Can I tie you up?” He asked. You nod. He pressed his lips to yours. “Use your words.” He said, you had never seen him this dominant as in daily life he was such a pushover. “Yes Lieutenant” you gasp. As he tightened the strap on one of your wrists. He tied you to the bedpost. “I’m going to show how much I worship you.” He said, he leans down his knee in between your legs. He swirled his tongue over your right nipple. As he grabs your left breast, twisting your nipple, you squirm, rubbing your sensitive area against his leg.
He moves his left hand to the mattress for balance, and the right he glides down to your pussy as he drags a line of your wetness up to your clit. “Oh god yes lieutenant. You say the pleasure rising in you. He bit your nipple pulling at it before letting it go. “I got you this wet, princess?” He asked. You just answer in a shaky breath. He was driving you insane. His thumb presses against the sensitive nub, and slips a finger into you. “I’ve thought about this.” He said, you just simply nod as he was rubbing your clit roughly. Letting his tongue glide from your midriff to your sternum. All you could do is pull at the restraints, buck your hips with his movements, and moaning. It doesn’t take long until you feel the muscles in your body start to tighten. You asked him to make you cum, as the feeling of being powerless was unbearable. Instead he slowed down his pace, and started sucking on your nipples again. Switching between the two, as he slowly starts increasing his speed again. Your back starts to arch as you’re close. “Come on, princess. Cum for me.” He said in your ear. You feel your body tense up, and waves of pleasure wash over your body as you moan out Bob’s name. “I love the way you moan my name.” He mumbled, he kept his fingers inside of you as you rode out your high.
“Are you going to untie me now?” You ask. He shakes his head. He slides his body down, letting his tongue glide over your dripping wet pussy. He starts to suck your clit, as he sticks two fingers back in your wet pussy. This time it is unbearable as you were still sensitive from the previous orgasm. “Don’t. Stop.” You mumble, instead of listening to you. He stopped all activities. You groan realizing your mistake. Instead he started to undress himself, you thought he was quick in undressing you but, he was much quicker undressing himself. “Oh take your time I’m enjoying myself. Lieutenant.” You teased him. Last time you saw him naked, the lights had been dimmed, and now you could see his penis in the soft light of your reading lamp on your bedside table. He had a long shaft that was slender. He groaned, as he leaned over you, and loosening the belt. You reach for his hard-on, starting to rub it softly, using the beads of pre cum to help your hand glide over his shaft. “Tonight is about you, princess.” He groaned. The moment he wasn’t in total control was when he stumbled with his confidence. Like with that one sentence. He regained his confidence when you leaned in for a kiss, inviting him to slip his tongue into your mouth again. He pressed your body against the mattress. Keeping the kiss connected he slowly slid into your dripping core. Your hands find his hair, and mess it up by softly tugging at strands. “Please just fuck me.” You begged him, he shakes his head, and places a kiss on your forehead. “We’re making love, princess.” He whispered. Placing kisses along your jawline. He kept the pace frustratingly slow. His soft moans in your ear, and his messy posture made your brain a unraveling mess. “Fuck. You make me feel good.” You moan. This made his cock twitch inside you. You could feel your orgasm build up quicker than the other ones. You could feel your body slowly start to tense up, and your leg started shaking. You had to ask quickly knowing that if he didn’t stop his movement you’d quickly be moaning again. “Can I cum Lieutenant?” You ask him but feel your body already relishing in the orgasm he gave you. Your words had an effect on him. His last thrust deep in your body was the one that shot hot liquid in you, as his body tensed up as well. He hadn’t pulled out immediately, like all other guys did who you had slept with. He stayed inside, and his body felt heavier than before. You must’ve that same love sick puppy look in your eyes as years ago. Because your heart had swelled up like you were that 13 year old kid again.
He had changed the sheets by the time you got out of the bathroom. You crawl in bed, sore from activities as he wraps his arm around you, as you enjoy being the little spoon. You turned around so you could look him in the eye. “I love you” fell from your lips.
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This might be the summer heat.. part 3
Hangman x Female!reader
Warnings: smut. 18+ If you continue on reading you consent to being over 18. Unprotective sex. Health code violation.
Y/n Mitchell joins her father at Top Gun for the summer, as she is flirting dangerously with Hangman.
Part 1, Part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5
He had left before you woke up. The soreness of your body left you staring at the rays of sunlight that came in through the opening of the curtains. You scrunch up the blanket under your head. The soft material gliding against your skin, as Jake’s scent ast your nostrils. His scent smelled like sweat, cologne, and it created a fuzzy feeling. “Oh god.” You spoke to yourself as you remember the things he did to you last night. Hangman got his way in the shower, and made you cum for the third time, and then in bed another time. Causing you to now want to stay in bed forever. You wished Jake was here to cuddle you, and kiss you. Though you snapped out of your thoughts by a text message that came in.
Rooster: Can we talk about that kiss?
You were serving dinner to people that came in after dinner time, the Hard Deck was more a bar than a restaurant but simple meals, and sandwiches were on the menu. The bar was slowly getting busier with people getting off work. Including the aviators. Phoenix and Bob had been sitting at the bar for the past half hour nursing their beers, and chatting. “So Y/n, we heard about you and Rooster kissing the other day.” Phoenix said, her gaze followed your movements as you were cleaning pint glasses. “Does nothing stay private around here?” You grumble. Bob shook his head. “Not when you make out in the middle of this place.” He said, taking some peanuts in his hand to eat. You just shook your head in disappointment not looking at them. “I don’t know.” You said, Phoenix raised her brow. “What is not to know. It is Rooster, you guys would be perfect.” She said, Bob nodded in agreement. You just focus on your job. “You see my dad said the same.” You said, pointing the sponge at them. “You’re not convinced?” Bob questioned. You let the sud, and everything in the sink, dry your hands. “I’m kind of seeing Hangman.” You said, quietly to just the two of them. Others at the bar were not in ear shot. “What?” She responded. Visibly shocked. “No, Y/n” Bob said, taking your hand in his. “Blink twice if you need help.” He asked seriously. You pull your hand out of his, and tell him to stop. “I’m sure he is great in bed. But, he’s a dick.” Phoenix tells you. All you could do is nod in agreement. “Like four times.” You said, with a smile. Bob groaned, and Phoenix just shook her head in disappointment. “Y/n, don’t be so dick whipped and focus.” She said she was always this direct. Which is why you two got along so well. “Rooster is funny, charming, and he is responsible.” She reminded you. Nothing she told you about Rooster was new. You had practically grown up with him. “And Hangman is funny, narcissistic, and an asshole.” Bob added. They just made things even more confusing. Luckily a customer on the other side of the bar called for you.
“Why don’t you let Rooster take you out?” Phoenix said when you came back. “You know dinner,and sex, and afterwards you can make a decision. Let it be fair game.” You look at her with so many questions rattling through your brain. Even Bob looked at her with questions. “I couldn’t.” You said, you shake your head. Phoenix already determined this was the best course of action. Talking her out of it would be harder than for her to talk you into it. “Did Hangman say you were his girlfriend?” She asked. Knowing damn well he didn’t. You shook your head. “Then what is stopping him from getting it somewhere else?” She asked. You shrug. The two of you really hadn’t the type of relationship that discussed that.
You knew that she could easily talk you into it. Grabbing your phone from behind the bar she texted Rooster to pick you up after your shift. Though the shift took longer than expected it ended up being past ten when you finally walked out of the Hard Deck, and the bar was still crowded. You hadn’t spoken to Hangman that day. He hadn’t stopped by the Hard Deck either. Which was strange for him. Rooster had asked if you wanted to go back to your house. Which is something you didn’t want, and came up with the excuse your dad was home. It was also kind of late for dinner. Which left the two of you walking the pier. “I want to apologise. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.” He said, you nodded. “Did you tell Hangman?” You asked. He looked at the ground. That’s the answer. “Is that what this is about? Your competition with him?” You ask, he profusely shakes his head. “Of course not.” He answered. You nodded as you believed him. “I have to be honest.” You said: “ I slept with Hangman last night.” He stopped in his step. He looked mad, like he was about to leave, find Hangman, and hit him in his face. “Why?” He asked. You look him in the eyes. You could tell his brain had hard wired you into his being, and you were about to break it. “I think I might love him.” You said, you hadn’t thought about it like that. You didn’t even know if it was love. Probably not. Sex once, and knowing each other a couple of weeks wasn’t enough. But, you felt connected after the storm. After he told you about his family, and everything, he shook his head. Like he didn’t believe you.
“What happens now?” He asked. Confusion rose in his voice. Seems like everyone around you was just as confused as you about it all. “Phoenix suggested we have sex.” You said, not really knowing what to tell him. You meant it as a half hearted joke. Although then his face lit up. “I like that idea.” He said, you nod. You weren’t sure but Phoenix was right. What was stopping Hangman. What has he been up to all evening anyway. He went in for a kiss placing his lips on yours. You couldn’t picture yourself getting used to his moustache scratching along your face, and the feeling of your stomach turning rose inside you. You stop the kiss, and look Rooster in the eye. “I can’t” you said, he nods. “I can wait.” He said, you give him a confused look in your eyes. “Wait for what?” You ask him. He just bobs his head. “Yes, I can wait for him to break your heart.” He said, you just stood there perplexed about what he said. What on earth? what a dooms thinker. Jesus.
You had made your way home. Tired of the day you had, and mentally hitting yourself against your head for your interaction with Rooster. When you reached your dad’s house you saw that the lights were still on. You enter the house, and the smell of alcohol enters your nose. Hearing familiar voices laugh you enter the kitchen and there your dad and some older aviator buddies are playing poker. Your eyes also fell on Hangman with a small stack of poker chips. He wasn’t the only one of the current Top Gun aviators to play. Payback was also playing. “ Do you want to play?” Your dad asked, as he shoved more chips to the center of the table. “No, I’ll let someone else bring home bacon tonight.” You said, though you did make your way over to the kitchen grabbing more beers for the men at the table before sitting down at the table with your own beer. You had placed your chair next to Hangman’s as he had made space for you. You looked over to Hangman’s cards to see how he was doing, he had almost the cards for a full house. You’d bet your money on it that he could win the game with his cards. You look around the table, and see your dad was staring at your reaction towards his cards. But, he had taught you how to play poker after all, and you knew how he played the game. After a couple of rounds. Blaze, who was one of your dad’s old coworkers, folded. Throwing his cards to the middle of the table. One pair. You place your hand on Hangman’s thigh to let him know to go all in. Not being visible to the other players, you quickly take off your hand. Payback, Coma, and Danger zone played along in raising. Till it reached your dad. He had his suspicions and was looking across the table to all the other players. His eyes landed on you, and as they shifted to Hangman’s. Even Though he had been losing this game he still had that same cocky look on his face. “I’m calling your bluff, Hangman.” You dad said, he put his cards on the table. Placing a flush. The others had worse cards than a flush. Finally Hangman put his full house down. Hangman laughed, and with one hand he squeezed the inside of your thigh to thank you, afterwards he pulled the chips towards him.
A couple of games went by and Hangman went from the worst player to one of the best. Though your dad won the last match. “Another one?” Danger zone asked. Hangman shook his head. “We should head out.” Hangman said to Payback. You look at the clock, and notice it was already past 1. Training started in a couple of hours. “Thanks, Maverick.” Hangman said, gulping the last of his beer. “Good game, lieutenants. See you tomorrow morning.” He added. The Aviator buddies who had been anything but quiet all evening. “Next time you are in Lakehorst. Come play me.” Blaze said, you could tell Hangman appreciated that. You fake a yawn, and get up from your chair. “I’m also calling it.” You said: “ It was nice seeing you again, Captain’s.” With this you left the room, and made your way towards the bathroom to brush your teeth.
The next day you were back at the bar helping Penny prep for tonight. There was some kind of bachelorette party happening. There were a couple of people already present having a drink, people that came from the beach, and had gotten hungry. You had been restocking the bottles of liquor that were delivered that morning when you heard the doors to the storage open. “The crowd coming in?” You said loudly. Thinking Penny had walked in. “I can’t tell.” A voice said, spooked, you turn around, and almost knock over a bottle in the process. “What are you doing here, Hangman?” You asked. “Oh it’s only Jake when my cock is in you, is it?” He asked with a smirk. You roll your eyes at him. “I came to say thank you. I won three hundred fifty dollars last night.” He said, you raise an eyebrow. “What percentage do I get?” You ask him. He shrugs. Putting his hand against the scaffolding locking you in one side. Your back pressed against the cold wall. “I was hoping I could take you out for dinner?” He asked. He gave you that look. The look that said he wanted sex. He gave you that look a lot. “Oh you think dinner and that stupid smile can distract me from money?” You tease him. He shrugs. His other hand slid down ypto your waist. “That and my cock.” He said. You just shake your head as you try to hold in your laugh. “At Least you are cute.” You said, moving your hands to the base of his neck. You scratch his hair for a bit. He started placing kisses under your ear moving slowly down your neck. “ There are people on the other side of that door.” You said, this didn’t slow him down whatsoever. Instead he started sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. “Penny or any other staff member can walk in any second.” You said, he stopped for a second. “Better be quick then.” He said, as he started to unbutton your white blouse, exposing your bralette to him. He had a giddy look in his eyes. You tried to unbutton his blouse as well. Instead he took both your hands and held them above your head. Him taking initiative made your knees weak. He peppered kisses along your collar, and he one hand to your pants. You could feel him move your underwear to the side, and started moving his thumb over your clit rough. He let your hands go, instead he moved that hand to your breast, circling his thumb over your nipple. He inserted two fingers inside of your wet cunt. You almost let out a moan but he bites your lip to silence you. “So wet already.” He said: “Does almost getting caught turn you on?” If it wasn’t the act itself then it was the way he said it. “I want you, Jake.” You said, your breath getting shaky. “Hm. It is also Jake with my fingers in your pussy. Noted.” You reach for his belt, and start to unbuckle it, undoing his button, reaching for his hard-on in his pants. You start to stroke his penis as he moves his thumb harder over your clit, projecting his desires unto your bud. He was struggling to keep quiet, and not moan. Instead a huff came out of his mouth. You gasp when he removes his fingers out of your pussy, and start pumping. You moan quietly into his neck, as you softly bite his skin to control yourself. His fingers started to knot in the pit of your stomach, edging yourself closer to an orgasm.
He stops activities, removing his hand from your underwear. He pulls your underwear and pants down, unzipping himself as you let go of him. He lifts your leg up, propping it up on the scaffolding as he slides himself into your wetness; his lips meet yours, hiding your desperate moans. With one hand still holding on to your thigh, and the other against the wall for his own grip. Slowly he inserted his cock into you giving you time to adjust. “Jesus, you take me so well.” He hissed. You once again move your arms around his neck to pull you close. He begins to slide out of you, quietly and painfully slowly, and you cling to him, shivering as he slowly fucks you. You were struggling with keeping quiet. So he pressed his lips against yours to try and keep you quiet. “Touch yourself for me.” He said, the hungry look in his eyes caused you to buck your hips. You move one hand from his neck,and start rubbing your clit. Jake’s trust becomes more sloppy. “Such a good girl.” He mumbled. You could feel his breath in your neck, and you could feel your orgasm wash over you. To muffle your moan you bite into his shoulder, as he continued to fuck you through your high. You could feel Jake thrust one more time as his hot cum filled you up.
The two of you made your way out of the storage room, your panties still dripping with Jake’s cum. The two of you tried to pull yourselves together. But, raking your fingers through your hair could only do so much. The moment you stepped outside of it, you made eye contact with your dad who was sitting, talking to Penny at the bar. In that exact moment, you knew that he knew. “Hangman, I am going to murder you.” Your dad yelled as he made his way over.
(I had intended this to be the final part. However, if anyone is interested in Maverick’s reaction I might write another part.)
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