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hii im the anon who sent the hard dom lixie post ,, and i totally think ur right !! i also feel after that event..hes a lil bit more touchy with u !! just to help get the point across

also idk if u take anons but just would love to be 🐹 anon if you do !! if not thats totally ok , im literally just eating up everything u post

omg hi!!! Yes, you can totally be 🐹 anon! I've never had one before tbh so welcome!!! The support means so much to me! tbh I wish I posted more lol but writers block exists.

Except for right now cause WOW

Part 2 to this ask, but it doesn't necessarily have to be read to understand this

MINORS DNI!!!! Smut under the cut! I............................ got carried away. Warnings under the cut

YES totally. Lix is already a pretty touchy-feely person so like you showing interest in him being a little more dominant and, dare I saw, possessive would really turn on the Clingy.

(banner credit @cafekitsune)

(Warnings: established relationship, dom!Felix?, dirty talk, semi public sex, unprotected sex (it's only fun in fiction), creampie, afab!reader)

This man needs all of his friends (and your friends) to know that you're his. Unless you ask him not to for whatever reason, Felix would mark you up every. time. I mean, first of all it feels amazing to have his lips on you. So pillowy and soft and the way he sucks on your neck is just heavenly!

Any time you hang out with his friends this man has his hands on you in one way or another. He's constantly back hugging you, holding your hand, cuddling with on the couch, whatever. Sometimes, he'd lean over and whisper the filthiest shit into your ear just to make you blush.

"You look so hot in this dress, baby. Who'd you wear it for?"

"I bet you'd love for me to bend you over the couch and take you right here, huh? Want the guys to see how well you take me."

"Sweet girl, I bet your soaked right now. I can practically smell you."

It doesn't take him long to convince you to either leave the gathering or sneak off to the bathroom with him. All of his dirty talk is, in fact, soaking through your underwear. That deep voice of his gets you every fucking time.

The other boys roll their eyes and turn up the music when Felix drags you back to the bathroom. The bass helps drown out the yelp that falls from your mouth the second Felix flips up the skirt of your dress to run his fingertips along the gusset of your panties. He moans into your mouth when he feels how wet you are.

"Filthy girl, I knew you were wet." He growls.

"You always make me wet." You grin at him

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he slips his fingers into your panties to touch you properly. You moan instantly at the contact. "Babe, you've gotta let me fuck you. I'm so hard I don't think I'll make it home."

"But the guys-'

"Don't pretend like you didn't love them listening in last time. I remember how tight your cunt clamped on to me when you heard them turn the TV off. C'mon baby, please. I need you so bad." Felix rocks his hips into yours a little and sure enough you can feel his hardness poking at your stomach. It makes your mouth water and your pussy clench at the thought of fucking him here.

"One condition." You whisper as he starts to press hot kisses into your neck. His fingers slide into your heat with no resistance and you choke back a moan.

"Anything."

"Don't pull out this time."

At this, he pulls away from you to look you in the eye. At first, you worry that he's going to pull away completely. The motions of his fingers inside you slow to a stop but he doesn't take them out. His eyebrows furrow.

"Are you serious?"

You'd talked about the risks before, and it wasn't like he hadn't done it before but it wasn't something super common in your relationship.

"Deadly serious." You gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in, "Don't you want us to go back out there to your friends, your cum dripping down my legs to show them once and for all that you're not as soft as they think you are?"

Felix's eyes darkened immediately.

"Ask and you shall receive, baby." He growled.

He grabbed your waist and roughly spun you around and bent you over the bathroom sink. Your panties are discarded around one ankle before he's nudging your legs apart. Excitement sparks through your bloodstream when you hear Felix messing with the button and zipper on his jeans.

A few moments later, something hot swipes through your folds. You moan as the head of his dick nudges against your clit a few times. He teases you by nudging your clit then moving up to press against your hole before taking it away to nudge your clit again.

You swear you've never been so empty in your life.

"Felix, I swear, if you don't fuck me right no- ah!" You let out a sudden moan when Felix finally pressed his cock into you. He suck in slowly, letting you feel every single inch. When his hips meet your ass, you moan again.

"Good girl, let them hear you. I knew you wanted to act like a little slut. You wanted me to fuck you where they could hear you, huh? Let everyone know how well you take cock" Felix moans, the noise going straight to your clit.

He always feels so good inside of you. It's like his cock was made to stretch you open. His thrusts are slow at first, getting you used to him despite how many times you've taken him. He pants against your neck and you rock back onto him.

"Fuck you feel so good, baby, your little cunt always takes me so well." Felix compliments, his hands kneading your ass and thighs. One hand circles up to brush through your folds. Your cunt clenches the second he finds your clit. "You're so tight! How is any of my cum going to fit inside you?"

You open your mouth to answer him but all that comes out is a moan. He rocks into you steadily and he circles your clit with two fingers. It isn't long before your thighs begin to tremble and the knot in your stomach pulls taut.

"Aw," he chides, "Are you gonna cum on my cock, beautiful? Come on, baby, cream for me, yeah?"

It doesn't take much else. It never does. Felix plays your body like an instrument. He always knows just where to touch, just what to say, just where to angle the head of his cock to get you to fall apart for him. You cum, squeezing him tightly. He moans through your orgasm, holding onto his own so he can ride yours out.

"Good girl," he praises, "Make a mess on my cock. When we get home I'll have you clean me up. Fuck! Pussy gets so tight when she cums."

If there's one thing Felix loves, it's feeling every single moment of your orgasm. The way your legs shake, the way your pussy quivers and tightens, the way your wetness leaves a shimmering sheen on his cock. He swears he can never get enough of you.

As your orgasm wanes, his thrusts speed up. He moans into your ear and every sound makes you clench. You wonder if you could cum again. His thrusts are quick and deep. Your pussy aches and throbs but in the best way possible. Overstimulation sparks through your veins, but part of you wonders if it's just another orgasm creeping up on you.

"Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last. Tell me where you want me to cum. Now!" He threads a hand into your hair so he can tilt your head to see your fucked-out face. The drool seeping from your lips and your hooded eyes make his orgasm threaten to spill without warning.

"In-" A particularly harsh thrust makes you moan, "Inside. Please! Please cum inside. "

"So tight! Fuck, fuck, cumming!"

And he does. He pushes himself into you as deep as he possibly can and releases his orgasm right against your cervix. The warmth makes your cunt pulse and you reach down to rub your clit. A circle or two later, you fall into another orgasm that squeezes him to coax more of him into you.

Felix rocks his hips into you a few more times to unload every generous spurt of cum inside you before finally pulling out.

He puts his hands on your ass cheeks and spreads you open. You blush when you feel his eyes on your spent hole. You wait for the telltale feeling of some of the warmth in your cunt to slip out, but nothing does. After a minute, Felix lands a soft smack on your ass before pulling your panties back up your legs.

"Come on, I've got you." Felix coaxes you to stand up and turn back around. Your legs quiver and you hold onto him. "You held it all in, baby. Nothing's leaking out."

"Guess you'll have to give me some more to make sure it slides down my legs." You quip, even though you know you probably couldn't take more right now.

"Maybe next time, angel. This time I want you to make sure you keep every drop in there. I'll check later and if you've let a single drop go to waste, I'll give you refill after refill until you can't hold it anymore. " Felix's voice sent a shiver down your spine, "Think you can handle that?"

You're nodding and clenching your thighs before he's even done talking.

"Good girl."

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angelmavmurdock · 2 years

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*Lock & Key: Part Seven - B.B.

WARNINGS: anxiety, angst, smut if you squint.

A/N: P.S. sorry for the long wait, I was in London :’). Enjoy!!

"The mission has been moved up a week." Admiral Bates told you and the team the next morning.

You and Rooster shot each other a look. You were sitting on your own desk and Rooster was sitting alone in the one across from you. His brows were furrowed in more confusion than anything else. Your heart rate rose. You both turned to the front, catching Phoenix's eye on the way.

Bates passed the lesson back to your Dad who stood in front of the classroom, cracking his neck side to side before clicking on a presentation. You leaned forward, leg shaking quietly beneath the desk.

"We only have one week to complete your training on what will be the hardest mission you will ever have to pull off. I expect you all to be on your A-game." Your Dad spoke, looking around the room.

"No more fights." He looked to Rooster and Rooster kept his eyes straight on, his jaw clenching.

"No more stupid, childish comments or language." He looked to Hangman at the front.

"You are the best pilots in America. Act like it."

You all felt as if you were getting a telling off like you were still in school. But it was true, not everyone in the team was acting the way the should. Your Dad thankfully moved on quickly from the subject, back to the mission and began explaining your task for the day.

Everyone in the room felt as if this mission would be impossible. And as your Dad was saying, it was going to take at least 3 miracles for it to work successfully with no one getting hurt.

The tension in the room was palpable, everyone was so focused on the mission and what they had to do that you were hardly breathing.

"If either team misses the target, the mission is a failure." Your Dad stated.

You ran a hand over your mouth and glanced quickly to Rooster, who looked to you as well, before you both turned to the front.

"After this, there's a steep, high G climb to avoid hitting this mountain."

"A steep climb at that speed? You're pulling at least 8 G's." Hangman commented, twirling a pencil in his fingers.

"9. Minimum." Your Dad countered.

Everyone simultaneously exhaled in exhaustion just thinking about it.

"This is coffin corner. Assuming you avoid crashing into this mountain, you'll climb straight up into enemy radar while losing all of your air speed. Within seconds, you'll be fired upon by enemy SAMs."

You bit your lip. You couldn't believe this mission. How were any of you going to make it out alive or without screwing it up.

"You've all sustained G's before but this...this is going to take you and your aircraft to the breaking point." Your Dad said.

"Sir, is this even achievable?" Phoenix asked, leaning forward.

"The answer to that question will come down to the pilot in the box."

Your Dad looked to you. Then to Rooster. And down at his feet, before dismissing everyone to get ready for tarmac.

Shit.

You and Bob were paired with Rooster for the run through of the mission. As you walked with them out to tarmac, Bob decided to go ahead and check the jet before take-off.

You and Rooster slowed your walking pace. You were silent, but the business around you was loud. The constant shouting from different people doing different jobs, and the hurriedness of everyone and every thing was making your anxiety skyrocket more than usual.

"You alright?" Rooster asked you, stopping to look at you.

You looked up into his brown eyes, noticing the concern laced in his voice and plastered on his face. You nodded, looking to Bob then back to him.

"I just have a weird feeling about this."

Rooster cocked his head, "What do you mean?"

"Uh..."

You could feel a lump rise in your throat and the waves of nerves were making you feel ill. It was one of those feelings you had in your gut that was either just your overthinking getting the better of you, or something weird was going on.

"I have that...that gut feeling, you know?" You pressed a hand to your stomach to calm it.

You were going to cry. You could feel it now. Why was this happening? You never got like this moments before take off.

"Hey, hey, you're fine." Rooster attempted to calm you, placing his helmet under his arm.

"I'm fine! I am. I just need to chill out." You huffed a breath, trying to hide your evidently upset face from Bob who could still see you.

"y/n, look at me," Rooster said softly.

The use of your name caught your attention, almost startling you. You felt a few tears roll down your cheek as you looked up at him. His brows were furrowed and his lips were parted. He swapped his helmet to go under his left arm and then he lifted his right, his gloved thumb brushing gently over your skin to wipe away the tears that had escaped your eyes.

You immediately calmed and you didn't dare tear your eyes from his.

"You're going to be fine. We've got this. I've got you. You understand?"

You didn't realise how close you were and how low his voice got until you could feel the fan of his breath on your skin. Your breath caught in your throat when you attempted to say something.

"I've got you." He repeated, his thumb caressed your cheek again, sending a shiver down your spine.

That time wasn't just for the tears. Your lips parted as you stared into his dilating eyes, your body involuntarily moving closer to his.

Both of you cracked out of your trance at the sound of footsteps behind you. You darted away from him and looked behind you, watching as Hangman, Cayote and Payback made their way outside.

"Let's get this party started!" Hangman exclaimed, smacking his helmet.

You looked to Rooster who gave you an encouraging nod. You reciprocated and you both went your separate ways to your jets.

"You've got this." You whispered to yourself as you neared the plane.

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed, as you, Bob, and Rooster had finally made it up and out of the mission in time and perfectly executed.

"We did it!" Bob laughed behind you.

"Oh my god," You exhaled, letting your body relax a little.

Your whole body ached from the tensing you were doing and the insane amount of G's you had pulled only moments earlier.

"I can't believe it." You said, flying up beside Rooster.

He held a thumbs up to you, "Told you, Locket."

You grinned, "Couldn't have done it without you, Bradshaw."

He chuckled and you waited on more information from your Dad. The sky was clear and now, it was quiet. No one was grunting down the comms or shouting at each other, it was peaceful. You did it.

But the quiet was soon interrupted when out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the jets spiralling down.

"Guys! Maverick, do you see that?" You panicked over comms.

"It's Cayote." Your Dad responded.

"Shit." Rooster cursed.

"I'm going after him." Your Dad announced.

"Oh my god." You exhaled.

You knew something was going to happen. You tried to keep your breathing under control, focusing on only that. You couldn't let yourself think about your Dad or Cayote getting hurt.

"Cayote, come on!"

Your dad was toning him, trying to get him to wake up from blackout.

"Cayote, pull up!"

"Pull up!"

"Cayote, come on!"

"Pull up!" You and your fellow pilots screamed down the comms as Cayote plunged below deck level.

It went silent.

"Bob? What's going on?" You asked, your heart banging in your chest.

"He's up!" Bob exclaimed, watching Cayote pull up and over the hill.

Everyone collectively sighed in relief and you spoke into your comms.

"You alright, Cayote?" You asked.

"I'm good. I'm okay." He responded.

"Thank god."

"Good. Good. That's enough for today." Your Dad spoke to everyone.

Everyone got into formation to fly back to base, letting your hearts settle and your breaths get back to normal.

"That was close." Hangman commented.

"Too close." Your Dad sighed.

Everyone took a beat of silence, acknowledging how bad that situation could've been. That was the level of the mission. Near death. Just the amount of G-force could kill you, never mind the actual dog fight we could have to get into if we failed.

A noise sounded throughout the comms, startling you.

"Bird strike!" Your Dad shouted.

You gasped, seeing the swarm of birds heading in your direction - and fast. You jolted the jet away, but still catching some.

"Shit!"

You exclaimed, the sirens in the jet sounding and too many red lights beeping for you to tell which one was which.

"Both engines are on fire!" Bob shouted.

"Climbing!"

You pulled up, out of the way from everyone else. Your heart was racing but you weren't thinking about anything else other than getting the jet back to normal and keeping yourself safe.

"Shutting off left engine. Extinguishing fire!"

You pressed the extinguisher and more red lights and sirens sounded.

"Right engine's out!" Bob exclaimed.

"It's still spinning! Try to restart it." You told him.

You felt a jolt in the jet, "Locket, it's on fire, go up!"

"Travelling up."

You pulled up and tried to get things going again, but none of the engines were budging.

"Oh my god." You vaguely heard your Dads voice over the comms but you couldn't think about him right now.

"We're on fire! We're on fire!" Bob shouted.

"Shit!"

You kept trying to extinguish the fires but nothing was working.

Engine fire, right, the jet announced to you as if you didn't already fucking know.

"Extinguishing right engine! Come on, dammit!" You screamed.

"y/n, Bob, punch out, punch out!" Your Dad shouted over comms.

"There's warning lights everywhere! Hydraulics failure!" Bob announced.

The joystick went loose under your grip, "I can't control it!" You panicked, not able to gain any sort of grip on the control.

"We're going down, Locket!" Bob screamed.

"You can't shake it, eject! Eject!" Your Dad shouted.

"Eject, eject!" You repeated.

You grappled for the ejection knob, your sense of direction and coordination all over the shop. Your hands struggled for it before grabbing it and pulling.

---

Rooster sat alone in a classroom, his fingers fiddling with his dog tags he had taken from around his neck. His heart hadn't stopped pounding since the bird strike hit. And now he was sitting with the worst feeling settled in his stomach, churning away, as he had to wait at base for any sort of news on you and Bob.

He wanted to go after you when everyone was up in the air, but Mav's clear and threatening instructions told him not to. Maverick didn't even go after you. He had to follow protocol for once in his life. Rooster didn't know why Maverick wasn't allowing himself or Rooster to go, because both of them would have done it without a second thought.

The room was silent and empty, but Rooster's mind was filled with everything that could have possibly happened. He could feel the burning in his nose when he thought of the worst thing that could have happened.

Surely not, he thought. Not you.

He couldn't handle someone else getting hurt, let alone you. He wouldn't let it happen.

Just as a tear threatened to escape his eye, Maverick walked slowly into the classroom. Rooster sniffled and looked up at the man he once thought of as a father figure. Rage filled him from the inside out. Maverick stood with a dishevelled look on his face and a slumped figure, hinting to Rooster that something bad had happened.

Rooster's body shifted from rage, waiting to hear what Mav had to say.

"y/n and Bob are getting kept in hospital for more check-up's but they're okay. Nothing severe." He said.

Rooster's body relaxed and he sighed in relief, looking down at his dog tags and running his thumb over the indents.

He nodded, "That's good."

Maverick watched Rooster for a few seconds. The way he was sitting, staring down at his hands and not wanting to look up. It broke his heart.

"I've never lost a wingman." Rooster spoke.

Mav swallowed, "You're lucky. You fly long enough, it'll happen."

Rooster nodded then scoffed, lifting his tags and putting them back around his neck.

"Easy for you to say." He started, tucking the tags beneath his navy t-shirt.

He still didn't look at Mav. The years of anger and resentment were boiling beneath the surface, ready to blow at any moment. Maverick knew it was coming.

"No wife or friends. Only y/n to mourn you when you burn in." Rooster said, finally looking up at Maverick.

Maverick was now the one averting eye contact, not wanting to fuel any sort of fire that was already burning.

"Just...go home. Get some rest." Mav said, turning around to walk back out of the classroom.

Rooster stood abruptly, the chair he was sitting on sliding back from him and screeching across the floor.

"Why did you pull my papers from the academy?" He raised his voice.

"Why did you stand in my way?" He pointed a finger at Maverick, despite his back being turned.

Maverick stopped in the doorway, turning his head back, "You weren't ready."

"Ready for what? Huh? To fly like you?"

Maverick turned around fully, facing the man that was now taller than him by a few inches. When he looked at Rooster he could just see Goose.

"No. Ready for trusting your instincts. Don't think; just do. You think up there, you're dead. Believe me." He retorted.

Rooster was up close to Mav now, not letting him get away with anything.

"My Dad believed in you. I'm not going to make the same mistake." Rooster said in a hushed voice.

Maverick inhaled sharply, taken aback by what Rooster had just said. His jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists, fingernails digging into his palms.

Just as he was about to say something to Rooster, Admiral Bates appeared at the door. Neither Rooster nor Maverick knew how long he was standing there for.

"Maverick..."

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A knock sounded on the door of your hospital room, waking you. You grumbled slightly, rubbing your eye with your knuckles and forcing yourself to look to the door.

"y/n? Honey?"

The familiar and comforting sound of your Dads voice relaxed you, and you smiled when your eyes focused on his figure. You shifted, sitting more upright in the semi-comfortable bed.

"Hey, Dad." You smiled.

You winced as you relaxed into your new position, your spine aching. Your Dad closed the door behind him and walked to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. He had changed into casual clothes, his signature leather jacket in hand.

He seemed tired, which you weren't surprised at, but something about him felt off.

"How are you?" He asked, resting a hand on your ankle.

You yawned, shrugging slightly.

"Exhausted. My back hurts a lot, obviously, but the pain killers are doing their job."

He nodded, "Good. Hopefully you'll be back in business soon."

You smiled, "I've gotta be."

Your Dad flashed a smile, but it faded quickly. You studied his face for a moment. He wasn't looking at you, only at his hand that was now rubbing your ankle.

"Dad, what's wrong?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

He sighed, and ran a hand over his face. Dread began to fill you from your stomach. Your cheeks began to burn. Something bad had happened.

"Ice just passed away."

The news knocked the wind out of you.

What?

"What? Are you- are you serious?" You asked.

He nodded, finally looking to you. His eyes glistened with tears and you could feel your eyes begin to sting.

"Damn it." You let your head fall back, and the tears fall.

Ice wasn't family by blood, but he was still family to you and Dad. He was your Uncle Ice. The guy you used to go to for lessons and advice if you couldn't ask your Dad. The guy who would sit up for hours just telling you stories of him and your Dad at Top Gun all those years ago.

You had watched him suffer through cancer all that time and you knew he wasn't going to get better, but the thought of him dying was one you never, ever, wanted to think about.

"Dad, I'm so sorry." You cried, looking back to him.

He shook his head and shuffled up the bed, wrapping his arms around you. You lifted your arms around your Dads back, ignoring the pain in your limbs as you moved. You both cried onto each other, hands gripping your backs as you came to terms with the grief.

"He wanted the best for us, sweetheart." Your Dad said, brushing a hand over your hair.

You nodded, sniffling and pulling away from him. He wiped his nose and looked to you with a weak smile.

"What're you gonna do now he's gone, huh?" You laughed.

"No one's gonna be saving your ass."

He laughed and shrugged, "I guess I gotta behave a little."

You grinned at him, "Never."

He smiled back and placed his hand on your shin, rubbing your bare skin up and down. You hated seeing the tortured look on his face. He had gone through so much already, and he was hoping for a fresh, new, start at Top Gun, but this was hurting him badly and you could tell. You hated seeing your Dad like this, and you're not sure if you've seen him this upset since Carole passed.

You put your hand over his, leaning forward and ignoring the screech of pain in your back.

"I'm your wingman, Dad. Always have been."

He nodded, and you saw a tear drip down his face.

"Always will be." He replied in a whisper.

A knock at the door startled the two of you. You both looked up as the door opened to see Rooster walking in timidly, his head poking in the door before his body. His mouth dropped a little when he saw that you and your Dad were obviously having a private moment.

Your Dad cleared his throat and tapped your leg before standing up from your bed. He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Bye, hun. Text me later." He said.

You nodded and sat back into a comfortable position in bed, watching as Rooster opened the door for your Dad, letting him past with nothing but a nod. You could feel an odd tension between them as your Dad nodded back to him and left the room.

The room went silent when Rooster shut the door. Your heart started beating ever-so slightly faster under the hospital gown and you attempted to control your breathing. You had no idea why you kept getting like this around him. Why your body reacted to him in such a way. You hadn't felt like this around a man since...- well, him, in high school.

He stood at the other side of the room, almost like he was afraid he'd hurt you if he even got close.

"Rooster?" You piped up.

He was wearing a black crewneck jumper with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and jeans that complimented his thighs. He looked darker than usual.

"A-are you okay?" He asked.

You just stared at him, watching his hesitant expressions. It was a good few seconds you two were just looking at each other, not sure how to react in the situation.

Until you broke the tension, holding a hand out to him. You saw him gulp, his Adams apple bobbing. He moved towards you slowly, and gently accepted your hand. You felt how warm he was, and you nodded for him to sit on the bed. He sat on the edge, not wanting to take up too much space. He gripped your hand tightly and you did it back.

"I wanted to go back for you." He whispered, looking at your hands.

You nodded, "I know. But that would have been stupid."

He smiled a little. Your heart broke seeing him so quiet and sad. You intertwined your hands, your fingers slotting perfectly between his. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like this was the relief he had been waiting for.

"I've only hurt my back. I'm hoping I'll be fine by next week. I'm not missing this mission." You told him.

He tensed and finally looked up at you.

"You're not going back up there."

You cocked your head back in shock, "What?"

"You're injured, y/n, I'm not letting you fly like this."

"I won't be this bad by next week, Rooster."

He rolled his eyes, "But you'll still be injured. What if you go up there and pull those insane amount of G's and your back gives out? You know what it feels like up there and its a lot of weight. There's no way you can do it."

"You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do." You scoffed.

"I don't care. I'm telling you not to go up."

"Rooster-"

"Would you stop calling me that!" He snapped.

You gasped a little at the volume of his voice and the harshness. He immediately closed his eyes, realising how sharp he sounded. You felt your nose sting again. You really didn't want to cry in front of him again. Not today, at least.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, contrasting his previous volume.

He dipped his head down and brought your joint hands to his forehead, pressing your hand directly onto his skin. You watched in slight shock as he held tightly onto you, and you felt his body shudder. He was crying. And it was going to make you sob if he kept going.

"I just- I thought that something bad happened to you." He stuttered quietly, his face shielded by your hands.

Your brows knitted together and you felt a tear drip down your cheek. Your heart broke for him.

"But I'm fine." You said, matching his low volume, your voice shaky.

He shook his head, "But what if you weren't? What would I have done?"

You sniffled, more tears beginning to fall from your eyes.

"You don't have to think about that, Brad, okay? You don't." You cried, shaking your head.

He moved your hand down his face, sobbing into it, his lips messily pressed against the back of your hand. You burst into your own set of tears watching him.

"I'm okay, Brad, I'm okay." You repeated softly.

You opened your palm and cupped the side of his face, catching a few of his tears on your fingers. You swiped your thumb over his cheek as he did to you just that morning. His long, dark, eyelashes clumped together as he clenched his eyes shut, as if he was trying to stop crying.

"Look at me," You whispered shakily.

He held your wrist, not wanting you to let go of him. And you weren't going to. His eyes lifted to yours, teary and tired. Your stomach dropped and fluttered. Even like this, he looked at you the same way he always did. With the dark stare that felt like he was staring into your soul and reading your darkest secrets.

Your hand stilled on his face as you looked to his lips. You swear you didn't mean to. It just happened. And when you looked back to his eyes, they were on your lips, and your stomach fluttered even more.

Your thumb moved before you could think about it. It slowly slid to his lips, and your eyes focused on what you were doing. You pressed the pad of your thumb against his bottom lip, and swiped it along to the middle. His lips parted, and you pushed your thumb gently into his mouth. His tongue met your thumb before he closed his lips around it, only licking the tip of it. Your core pulsed under you, your own mouth dropping open and your eyes falling heavy with lust.

The hand that stayed on your wrist pulled your hand away from his face. His eyes were blown out, and with his other hand, he reached towards you. He pushed back some hair from your neck and moved closer to you.

You lifted your head to make some contribution to the effort, and his hand cupped your face. Your breath quickened as he closed the space between the two of you. And when his lips touched yours so delicately and gently, you hummed in relief. As if you had been waiting your whole life for this kiss. You relaxed into him, and moved into it.

His lips slotted between yours and softly kissed you, taking his time to savour everything. You held onto his forearms, not able to reach forward to hold onto anything else. His arms were strong under your hands, and you felt safe wrapped in him.

His masculine and fresh scent enveloped you as he intensified the kiss, moving closer to you on the bed. You licked your tongue slowly into his mouth, tasting how familiar he was to you. He hummed, intensifying the kiss with his own tongue, and his hands gripping the nape of your neck. Your hands gripped his forearms, digging your fingernails lightly into his skin.

His lips and tongue began to move from your lips, down your jaw, and to your neck. You moaned, moving your hands to his hair. He slid his hands down, one of them resting on the front of your upper stomach, and the other going around to your lower back for support.

His lips sucked at your skin, licking over and kissing any skin he could get.

"Bradley," You moaned breathlessly.

He groaned against your skin and switched sides, moving kisses up to your ear where he sucked and bit your earlobe slightly. You tugged on his hair, feeling the bristles of his facial hair tickle you.

"Touch me," You whispered to him.

"I don't want to hurt you, honey." He whispered back, kissing the side of your jaw.

"You won't, I'm fine. I need you." You moaned.

He groaned, moving his face from yours to look at you. You stared at him and brushed a hand over his messy hair. He was so fucking pretty. You missed him so much.

"You need to recover." He told you.

You scrunched your eyebrows together. Why was he being so nice? Could he just not care about you so much for a while? You wanted him. Needed him.

"I want to, though." You whispered, almost embarrassed at how desperate you were being.

He smiled and kissed the palm of your hand that rested on his cheek.

"I can't tell you how much it hurts me - physically and emotionally - to wait but I think we should. You need to recover." He smiled softly.

You sighed, knowing he was right. He dipped his head and ghosted his lips over yours. Your breath caught in your throat and your whole body stilled. You closed your eyes in bliss but his were open slightly to watch your reaction. He lightly pressed his lips to yours, his bottom lip encased by yours.

He gripped your hip tightly and you held onto the back of his neck like you were savouring every second. He pulled away slowly, and your body followed until your lips parted.

Another knock came at the door. You wiped your nose and groaned, and Rooster sat back at the end of the bed with a blush and a smile.

"Jesus Christ, how many people are coming today? Come in!" You responded.

Your Dad walked in to both you and Rooster's surprise. He awkwardly looked between the two of you and then turned his head to you.

"I need to talk to you..."

"No, it's fine." You interrupted, looking to Rooster.

He nodded at you then turned to your Dad, "I was just leaving."

Your Dad nodded and stood by the open door. Rooster stood slowly, not sure how to say goodbye to you when your Dad was watching. You noticed the slight bulge in his jeans and clamped your lips shut.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He said to you.

You smiled, "Sure."

He nodded and turned around to walk out the door. Your Dad stood with a curious look on his face as you both watched Rooster leave the awkward room.

"Could you not have waited until he left?" You asked.

Your Dad smirked, "I don't even need to talk to you about anything. He was just in here alone with you for too long."

You scoffed, "Dad! That's so rude!"

He laughed, "I love you, get a good rest. I'll come back tomorrow morning."

You shook your head and ran a hand over your face, "You're insufferable. Goodnight."

"Night, sweetie."

You shook your head and giggled as your Dad left the room. You slid down into a comfortable sleeping position, a pillow behind you to support your back. You fell asleep almost straight away, with thoughts of Bradley - and only Bradley - in your mind.

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