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helloitstsyu · 7 months

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Confession | Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

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Pairing : '86 Maverick x f¡reader

Summary : you have a crush on maverick, he notices. Maverick pushes you to confess.

Warnings: alluded smut. Mostly overall fluff.

Requested: by anon. Thanks for requesting i hope you enjoy!<3

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

What's to like about him? He's so full of himself and he doesn't follow the rules. He happens to be your instructor too, your commander. He is trouble. But that doesn't stop you from developing a crush on this cocky commander.

That's what you should've seen in the first place. Not his pleasing smile, amazing hair, and perfect eyes, or his impeccably hot exterior. Maverick is hot. He is damn hot. But the more turning weeks you spend in Top Gun near his presence, the more you notice what a gentleman that he actually is. And that.... made you fall even deeper for someone's out of your league.

The result of your uncontrolled emotion is that you find yourself insanely shy around him. You have no idea you can be that shy. But whenever he's around, you'd feel your heart double beating in times. Perhaps you're so scared that he'd notice, or perhaps you're too afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of him.

"Mayday, mayday, we got fuck me eyes in the area," Dingle, your RIO whispers to you.

"Gosh, Dingle!" You slap his back as he laughs contentedly.

Dingle's the only one who knows about your crush on the instructor. You didn't tell him of course, he figured it out. He said it's obvious since you acted so differently around Maverick.

"The hell are you talking about?" you play dumb and act as if it weren't true.

"Come on, Pep, you're so caught right-handed."

Looking back straight up, Maverick is across the room playing a game of pool with another naval aviator. He bends down, eyes straight and sharp as he aims for the ball to the pocket. Your eyes follow the lengths of his arms. His toned arms... your gaze just involuntarily follows the veins on his arms. Maverick then takes his shot. He hit the nail on the head, he perfectly nailed the shot. Gosh, he even makes playing pool look so hot, he makes everything look so hot.

You shake your head and palm your face. "This is getting worse, Dingle.."

"Just tell him, take your shot, Pepper," Dingle tells you.

You shake your head. The idea of telling him that you have a crush on him always makes your stomach flip. How could you? You couldn't even stare at him right in the eyes for too long.

You take a deep breath and leave a heavy sigh. "What is wrong with me?!" You ramble.

"What's wrong with you?" The voice that you're far too recognized speaks.

You reopen your eyes to find Maverick comes to you and Dingle. You widen your eyes slightly at Dingle, cursing him non-verbally to not warning you that Maverick is coming in your way.

"Something's wrong with you, Pepper? Is everything alright?" Maverick asks with concern in his eyes. He reaches out his hand to hold your arm, showing the emphaty he feels as he practically asks you whether you're okay.

"Uh... excuse me, i need to go to the toilet." Dingle says.

You quickly turn your head to him. Beg with your eyes to not leave you alone with Maverick cause god knows you couldn't comprehend it alone.

"Sir..." Dingle politely nods to Maverick before leaving us be.

Maverick looks back at you, "Uh... I'm–I'm okay, sir."

"Yeah?" Maverick skeptically wonders about your answer. Out of nowhere, an unreadable slight smirk appears on his face. "You don't really sound sure..." he smiles mischievously.

"Uh..." you chuckle awkwardly, looking down at the floor rather than back at his green eyes. "I'm sure,"

You glance back to his face. "Thanks for checking in, though, sir." You smile then eyes away from him again. You already feel your heart thumping.

Maverick purses his lips and nods. "Okay.... okay, if you say so,"

You nod. "Well... do you want to play po—"

"I'm actually-- not really feeling okay. Maybe i had too much beer... could you excuse me, i-imma go back to base." You cut Maverick before he could've finished what he's trying to say.

You stand up from your stool, and stupidly you stumble on your own feet. Maverick's quick to catch you before you fall. You look up to his face. His face stays inches above yours. You have never been this close to him. Feels like your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

"Oohh... careful," he casually says. So casually like it means nothing to him.

You stand up straight to your own feet again. Awkwardly laugh it off. "T-thanks... um, goodnight, sir." You walk hastily out the door.

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"Pepper," Maverick calls you out just after you rise from your seat. You've seen this coming, especially after that near hit you did earlier.

"Do you mind staying behind? I'd like a word," he says.

You exchange a look with Dingle. But eventually you wait till the last person is out of the room, leaving you and Maverick behind. You walk up to him. "Sir?" You ask.

Maverick walks around his table and sits on the edge of it, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What happened?" He asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

You look down from his intense gaze, shaking your head, "I lost control of—"

"No, I'm not asking you that," he interjects. "What. Happened?" He emphasizes the question.

"We talked about what went wrong technically. But what happened? You never step out of your game." Maverick asks solemnly calm. The way he should've been furiously mad kind of making you more nervous.

"I.... i lost focus,"

"You lost focus?" Maverick repeats, eyebrows raising.

"I.... I'm sorry, sir. I-it won't happen again,"

"Lost focus.. you jeopardize your team's safety, your RIO's life."

You look down. Embarrassed by your failure. "I know, sir. My apology."

"You lost focus.." Maverick sighs, "So where was your focus? What's so important that clouded your mind, Lieutenant?"

Beat. You feel like you're pushed to the corner, checkedmate. How can you answer that? That your mind replays the scene of last night when Maverick touches you. When his face stays inches above yours?

"Uh.... um..." you stutter.

Maverick smiles mischievously, "Cat got your tongue, Lieutenant?"

"I-it's nothing, sir."

"Nothing? I don't buy it." Maverick thinly smiles.

Maverick walks towards you slowly. "Eyes on me, Lieutenant." He orders with such authority in his voice yet still sounds soft.

You feel your palm starts sweating, heart racing.

Maverick smirks. "What got your focus..?" He asks as he walks towards you ever so softly. Making the room feels a drop temperature hotter. "Or... rather.. who?".

"I- i- uh...." You feel your lips trembling so you bite on them.

His eyes drop to witness the scene. "You.... what?" He mutter, eyes locked to your lips. That made your knees limp, you feel like you're about to pass out.

He keeps taking a step closer to you till there's no more room, and he's invading your personal space. You could feel the warmth of his breath fanning to your lips. His eyes look deeply into yours, like he's digging onto you. Your chest heaves. And the closeness of him makes you dizzy. "Y/N," his voice calls you back into reality. Maverick softly grazes his fingers over yours.

You couldn't think clearly with him in mere inches away from you. So the next thing out of your mouth just slipped before you caught yourself. "I have a crush on you." You breathlessly confess.

Maverick's smile slowly can not be attained. The way he says nothing and just smiles there sends you into an anxiety loop, so you ramble on stupid things all at once. "I- i know it's stupid. I'll–I'll get over it. I shouldn't have—" Maverick slipped his hand behind the nape of your neck and just shut you up with his lips seal to yours.

It surprises you at first but, you feel your soul leaves your body. You close your eyes and just sink into him.

Once he breaks away the kiss, your mind buzzes from the after impact of it. Reopening your eyes again, you meet the heavenly greens of his eyes and his perfect smile. "I knew," Maverick retorts softly.

"You're not so hard to read, Pepper,"

You chuckle. Feeling your cheek already burning. "This is a dream," you mutter.

Maverick grins. "Well, Y/N, tell me... can your dream feel this?" Maverick presses his lips to yours again. Hand circling around you and bring you closer to him while the other keeps holding the nape of your neck.

With your body completely pressed to his. Hands to each other's body, and tongue starts colliding in a passionate rhythm, you didn't bother to think whether this is real or not. Even if it's a dream, you want it to last because Maverick tastes like a pure ecstasy. The moment he takes a step forward, pushing you back till you find yourself presented against a table. Any moral misgivings have left the room, and both of you are hurrying to have more taste of each other. Maverick grabs your jaw, set your face aside to have access to your neck. He kisses your neck, starts soft, then gradually picks up his pace. He sucks and nibs the sensitive skin, traveling all around, finding your one spot that got you ticking.

"Maverick..." You whimper.

The exit out of this is already too far. None of you both can stop the overdriving temptation. Your fingers grip on his shoulders. The more he sucks and nibs, the more heat you feel in between your legs. You keep pulling him closer as if there's any gap left. You could feel his hard on pressing onto your center, that sends your mind even more rattling than before. You try to hold back your moans but find yourself helplessly to do so.

His hand explores all your body. Groping your breast from outside of your suit. He's moments away from unzipping your flight suit but a distraction come, and you both hear a dim voice of the Admiral coming.

Quickly, Maverick leaps off you, just in time for Admiral Caine opening the door. Still with ragged breath, you hold onto the ledge of the table for dear life, your mind still buzzing from the pleasure seconds ago.

"Sir," Maverick stands up straight and slightly nods at the admiral. He's so unbothered as if nothing has happened just seconds ago. While you're still.... trying to compose yourself.

Admiral Caine looks at the both of you. Something must've pass his mind because you could see the skeptically in his eyes. But he knock it off and instead calls Maverick for a word.

Maverick glances at you before leaving the room without saying any words. The moment the door slams close, that's when you truly can breathe.

Dreams do always stop whenever it's getting good.

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simpforrooster · 1 year

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don't you dare.

pete 'maverick' mitchell x f!reader

summary: you are sick of your captain not making a move. reader's call sign in Queenie.

t/w: age gap, sexual tension, allusions to smut, cursing

“You smile like that because you think it’ll get you attention,” a deep voice murmurs into your ear. Your body reacts the way you want it to, but you shouldn’t want it. Everything about this little crush is dangerous.

“My tactic seems to have worked,” you shrug, your shoulder brushing against his body. He's standing so close. “You came over.”

You don’t need to turn around to imagine the crooked smile that’s fallen on his face. He brushes the back of your neck as he brings his beer to his mouth. Goosebumps rain over your arms.

“Queenie, you don’t have to put on a show to get my attention,” he admits. “You’ve had it since the first day I walked into that hangar.” Now you’re the one with the crooked smile.

“But you haven’t done anything about it.” The five seconds of confidence from earlier has faded, and is replaced with the desperation that laces your last sentence. The only thing worse than not knowing how someone feels about you, is knowing they feel the same but can’t act on it for one reason or another.

In both of your cases, he’s your captain.

Maverick takes another swig of his beer. Your back is still to him, but he brushes against you again as he does this.

“You think I don’t want to?” he all but growls into your ear. Just as quickly as his mouth is to your ear, it’s gone again.

To hell with keeping up appearances, you swing around to look at him. How did he expect you to not react to that? Regret weaves through his features, like he hadn’t meant for that to come out. Like he wanted to keep it in because he knows it won’t change anything. He can’t give Cyclone a reason to ground him.

“Of course, I want to,” the words are barely a whisper. “You have no clue how much I want to do something about this.”

This. This being whatever the tension between y’all is. Too many things are up against the two of you. Him outranking you. Him being the one to put together the dagger team. Let’s just go ahead and mention the elephant in the room. The one that is a little more obvious to onlookers.

The damn age difference.

“I think I have an idea,” you admit, shoving aside every reason you shouldn’t say this. “Because I have been dying for you to make some kind of move.”

Maverick’s eyes fall closed. His jaw works back and forth, fighting an inner battle. Most likely to grab your hand and pull you out of here or to walk away.

You’re hoping for the former because his hand reaches out for you, lightly brushing against your arm. He jerks his hand back, seemingly coming to his senses. Like that one touch would be his undoing. The thought of Maverick having such a reaction to you thrills you way more than it should.

“We can’t,” he croaks out. His voice is strained and so very sexy. It has to sound like that after a hot makeout session too.

“When have you ever followed the rules?” you press.

This catches his attention. His eyes pop open, and they are sparkling with mischief. You may not have met Maverick before this deployment, but you’ve heard all about him. Just the other day, you passed by Cyclone’s office and heard him giving Mav a verbal beating.

“Come on, Queenie, it’s not just me being your captain,” he murmurs. “And you know it.” He searches your eyes, silently saying don’t make me say it.

Here’s the thing. You want him to say it. You want to hear him admit the thing that is holding him back is something as a meaningless age difference. The amount of fucks you give about him being older than you are nonexistent.

“Say it, Mav,” you push. The flirtation you felt earlier has quickly morphed into something between annoyance and anger. Annoyed that he’s having a moral debate about dating you, rather than the way he flies his damn F-18. Angry that he came over here guns ablazzin’ calling you out and acting like he was finally going to lay a kiss somewhere on your body. You don’t even care which part at this point. As long as he fucking does it.

The mischief in his eyes has flickered out to pain. “You know you should be with someone like Hangman or Rooster.” Rooster? His pseudo son?

You move in closer to him, craning your neck back to look him in the eyes. Those gorgeous eyes. “Don’t you dare tell me who I should be with, Pete Mitchell.”

His pupils dilate when he realizes you’ve used his name and not his callsign. He doesn’t speak, seemingly in shock, so you keep going.

“In our line of work, I don’t want to be with someone you think I should be with. I want to be with someone I want and it’s you I want,” before you can think better of it, you add, “sir.”

Maverick must lose that moral battle, because he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him. “I am not going to be able to handle hearing you call me sir,” he growls in your ear. “At least not outside of my bedroom.”

The words, his breath, and the adrenaline send a sweet line of pleasure down your spine. It feels like a lifetime, but Mav finally brings his lips to your jaw, testing the waters with a brief kiss. His expert hands are placed just where they need to be. He slowly runs one up from your hips to your waist. Meanwhile, yours play at the top of his jeans, seeing how far you can push him.

“Shit,” he whispers, “I need to get you out of here before I really get us in trouble.”

“Good, I didn’t want our first kiss to be in the Hard Deck,” you admit. “Take me home, sir.”

Maverick groans, and pulls you from the bar.

“Our tabs!” you giggle at his urgency. “We can’t skip out.”

Maverick leans into you against his motorcycle. “A bar tab is the furthest from my mind at the moment, Lieutenant.” His lips are a breath away from yours.

“Come on, Pete, kiss me already,” you challenge.

“I don’t know what’s better, when you call me Pete or Sir. It shouldn’t be that provocative,” he says.

“You’re such a simp,” you mutter, pulling him down by the collar of his bomber jacket. Taking charge like you did in the bar, you place your lips against his. The intensity is everything you hoped it would be. He slowly drags his tongue against yours, you immediately grant him access.

When he pulls back, he says, “You’ll have to explain what that means later.” He voice as sexy as you predicted it would be.

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jkasperj · 4 months

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Are you jealous?

Note: this was requested by @cheeseballsaregood hope you like it!🫶

Pairing: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x reader

Warnings⚠️: a lot of smut and bad language. I think that’s all:)

Summary: Maverick gets jealous and he reminds you that you are…his

As always, you woke up today at 5:00 AM and went for a run before joining everyone else on deck. Fortunately, you only had a few classes today and no practice. You really weren’t in the mood to stand Maverick’s annoying comments on your flying skills. It’s always been like that, since you got into top gun Maverick has had a weird name obsession with making fun of your age and everything that you do. Your brother Goose was 23 and Maverick was 22, so yeah, you were the youngest.

Dealing with Pete Mitchell was never easy, but you had gotten better.

When you made it to your seat, Goose and Maverick both took a seat by your side, placing you between them. “Hey, (y/c/s), we were planning on going to the bar tonight, you coming?” Goose asked you, but before you could answer, Maverick said “I don’t think kids are allowed at the bar”. You looked up to see him wearing that irritating shit-eating grin and you just left saying “I don’t think assholes are allowed either”.

Later that day, you found yourself on the beach with the boys for a volleyball game. Iceman and Slider had also joined and you could tell that Iceman was one good-looking man and you couldn’t help but look at him for a moment and Maverick noticed this. He didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t realize that you were staring at Iceman until a piece of clothing landed on your face hitting it softly. “Stop staring. It’s disgusting” you head Maverick say and you just laughed and said “you wish you looked like him” “I look better than him”.

During the whole game Iceman and Slider were checking you out, even flirting and Maverick didn’t like it at all, so he just threw the ball aggressively in the sand and stormed off. You noticed this and went behind him ignoring Goose’s calls to come back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” You were trying to get to him, but he was walking too fast. “We were having a good time!” He suddenly turned around and said “a good time!? You were not even playing! You were just flirting!” You couldn’t believe that he was mad about that. “Don’t be ridiculous! Why would you even care!?” “They were undressing you with their eyes!” When he said that, you realized that might be jealous, but it was impossible. He never gave any sign of him liking you. “Are you jealous?” He completely ignored your question and told you “get in the bike”. You did what he told you and got into his motorbike and he did the same before starting it off.

You and Maverick made it to his apartment and as soon as you both got in, he pinned you on the wall kissing you hungrily while taking off every piece of clothing he could reach.

When you both made it to his room, he quickly threw you on the bed and took off his own clothes “Turn around.” he said, his eyes were burning with desire.

You obeyed and laid on your stomach, your ass in the air. He stepped towards you, his hand feeling the smooth of your ass, and his hand smacked against you - hard. You whimpered and clenched your thighs, already feeling that primal urge.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to look at Kazansky anymore. You are mine” he smacked you again. “And you’re going to show me that you are mine” you moaned, eager to feel him in you.

You heard as he spat in his hand and let out a sigh as he slipped a finger into you. The soft sigh quickly turned a gasp as he shoved two more fingers into you, not bothering to escalate slowly and directly jumping to three fingers. You closed your thighs and he smacked you again.

“Fuck!” you groaned.

His thumb went to your clit and he began to pleasure you there too. You spread your legs, eager to feel him everywhere, and grabbed the sheets.

“I want to hear you moan my name.” he said as he planted kisses on your neck. “Now.”

You obeyed and opened your mouth. Your moans poured out like water shooting out of a dam. You moaned his name when his fingers slipped out of you, but yelled again as he slammed into you without warning.

His thrusts and hard from the get go, giving you no time to adjust. He grabbed your hair and yanked it back, pulling you against him. He attacked your neck, biting and sucking, and grabbed your breasts, squeezing and pinching.

You turned your head to kiss him but he pushed you down. He slammed into you, making you yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and smacked your ass with his hand. He pressed your head further into the mattress as his cock reached deeper into you. Tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks.

In one quick movement he slid out of you and spun you around. Your eyes fell on his face and you nearly came right there. His hair was messy and his were sharp. He tugged you down and slammed back into you. His hand slid up your stomach and chest and rested around your throat.

Your legs were spread wide open and you had a direct view of his cock sliding in and out of you. You moaned and John tightened his grip around your throat. He was close, you could tell by his movements.

His fingers went between you legs and he began rapidly playing with your clit. You moaned his name making him cum. He pressed into you, as deep as he could go, and dragged you into an orgasm with him. He rode you out, pushing his cum further into you, before collapsing on top of you in a sweaty mess, his cock still deep inside you.

Your thighs ached but you ached for more of him.

This type of smut was actually new for me, so I really hope it was not that bad😅

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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Will You Be My Wife?

Requested: yes

Summary: on Valentines Day, Maverick finally asks you to marry him. 18+

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut.

Pairings: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x fem!reader

Maverick fiddled anxiously with the small velvet box in his pocket. He was standing outside your door with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Normally, Maverick never would have been this nervous to have dinner with a woman. But you seemed to change everything about him. You were the one person that was able to make Maverick rethink how he acted. Now, he wasn’t as much of a lady's man as he was before. Ever since you came into his life, Mav found himself more anxious to please you and make sure that you got what you needed. He found that he loved you more than he ever thought possible. Which is why tonight, he planned on proposing to the love of his life; you.

Maverick sucked in a breath before knocking on the door, glancing around nervously as he waited. You pulled open the door moments later, smiling widely when you saw your boyfriend. Stepping aside, you opened the door wider and invited him in. Once he was beside you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as he passed you the bouquet. It was a beautiful bunch of red roses. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Happy Valentine's Day, Baby.” He murmured against your skin. You smiled up at him before moving into the kitchen to find a vase. Mav followed after you.

When the two of you stepped into the kitchen, Maverick was instantly hit with the smell of biscuits and stew. There were candles on the table and a bottle of wine in the middle. Mav smiled at the thought that you had put into it. A little while after you started dating, Mav told you that his favorite meal was biscuits and stew. His mother had always made them for him as a hood. It was like a comfort meal for him.

Mav waited as you filled the case with water and put the flowers in. Then, he pulled out your chair for you and gestured for you to sit down. Once you were comfortable in your seat, he moved to the other side of the table and sat down as well. You and Maverick both dished up, both digging into your food once you were ready. Mav groaned in pleasure as the delicious taste of the stew exploded across his taste buds. You smiled, happy to know that he was enjoying the meal.

The rest of dinner passed quickly, both you and Maverick grabbing one last biscuit before you were finished. Once you were finished with your biscuit, you moved to go stand from the table, ready to start washing dishes. However, just as you were about to stand up, Mav’s hand shot out to grab yours, pulling you back down with a pleading expression. You could have sworn that he looked nervous. You sat back in your chair, fixing Mav with a confused expression as you waited for him to talk. As he cleared his throat, Mav stood from the chair and moved to stand beside you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him suck in a large breath. Before you even knew what was happening, Mav was fishing something from his pocket and dropping to a knee. You gasped quietly and moved your shaking hands up to cover your mouth. Your boyfriend smiled up at you before he began speaking. “Honestly, baby, I had a whole speech planned. But now, here in front of you, it’s like I’ve lost all words,” The last part was a breathless whisper, his eyes glancing over you as if he couldn’t believe that you were his. Tears lined your lashes. He brought the box up in front of you, pausing for a moment before speaking again. “I love you, baby. And that is never going to change,” He opened the lid of the box slowly. “So, will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?”

A sob bubbled up and out of your chest, causing the tears to steady down your face. Maverick watched you nervously, waiting for the worst to happen. “Oh my god,” You whispered quietly. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you, Pete.” Maverick's face split into a wide grin, his own lashes holding unshed tears. Grabbing your hand, Mav slipped the beautiful ring onto your finger, before leaning up and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. One of your hands wound into his hair as the other rested on the back of his neck. “I love you. So much.” You gasped into his mouth.

Maverick hummed against your lips before pulling away. “I love you too, honey,” You instantly captured his lips in a kiss once more. Mav groaned deep in his throat when you bit down on his bottom lip. With one last kiss, Maverick pulled away from you causing you to whine quietly. With a smirk, Maverick suddenly scooped you out of the chair and began carrying you up the stairs. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” You grinned up at him before you began pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw. His jaw instantly tightened. A groan spilled from your lips as you sucked a mark into his sweet spot, biting into it lightly afterward.

When you finally reached the bedroom, Mav dropped you onto the bed causing you to giggle softly. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as you watched Mav strip off his shirt, revealing his extremely defined abs. His jeans were next, leaving him standing in front of you in his plain white boxers. With a large smile on his face, Mav moved up the bed toward you, coming to a stop when he was directly above you. With a grin, you slipped your shirt off and tossed it off the bed. Maverick began kissing up your neck as his hand reached around your back, undoing your bra in mere seconds.

Your pants followed soon after, leaving both you and your fiancé in your underwear. As Maverick kissed across the expanse of your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth causing you to let out a content sigh, his hand trailed down your body, coming to a stop at the top of your panties. A high-pitched whine escaped you when his fingers slipped under the band and began rubbing delicate circles around your clit. You moaned breathlessly as one of his fingers moved lower, teasing around your entrance. “Please.” You moaned out. Maverick sucked a deep purple mark into your skin before soothing it with his tongue. Moments later you felt one of his fingers prod at your entrance.

His finger slipped into you, causing you to groan out in pleasure. As your fiancé slowly worked up open, your hand trailed down his abs to his boxers, palming him over the thin fabric. He moaned into your ear, picking up the pace at which his fingers moved inside of you. A second one joined the first as you thumbed over the tip of his cock. You moaned out as his fingers began massaging your spongy insides, pulling moan after moan from your parted lips. Mav rutted his hips against your hand, seeking the pleasure that only you could give him. It never felt the same when it was his own hand.

You cried out loudly as his fingers sped up inside of you, hitting the sweet spot that only he knew how to find. The coil began forming in your belly. You gripped his cock firmly, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered on his tip across his boxers. He groaned deeply into your ear. High-pitched moans continued to fall from your lips as Maverick steered you toward the edge. Your cunt tightened around his fingers as you reached your high, loud cries echoing off the walls of the bedroom as you came on his fingers. Mav worked you through your orgasm, only stopping when you began to pull away, oversensitivity causing you to squirm.

You panted lightly as Mav pulled back, fingers slipping from your dripping cunt. Mav pulled your panties down, pressing a kiss to your clit as he did. You moaned quietly at the contact, fingers clutching at the sheets desperately. His boxers were removed seconds later, Mav groaning as he fisted his cock. He moved back up the bed, pumping himself a few times before he dragged the thick head of his cock through your wetness. His lips were suddenly on yours, occupying every part of your mind as he spread your legs. The next thing you knew, he was slipping inside of you in one fluid motion. You both groaned quietly at the feeling. You tossed your head to the side at the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out, your eyes catching sight of the diamond ring on your hand glinting in the dim light.

Mav slowly began rutting his hips into yours, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He continued working his cock into you, pulling noises from you that you didn’t even know you could make. Your fiancé groaned as his head ducked down and rested against your neck. He began kissing your soft skin, occasionally nipping at it as he worked himself in and out of you. The sweet drag of your velvety walls against his cock was causing him to lose himself faster than he normally did. “I’m gonna come.” Mav warned you, thrusting into you sloppily as he worked the both of you toward your highs.

“Me too.” You moaned quietly, fingers weaving into his hair and tugging harshly. His hips snapped into you, once, twice, three more times before he was spilling into you, his sticky release coating your walls. You moaned loudly as his thumb pressed against your clit, pulling your second orgasm of the night from you. Mav rutted into you a few more times before his hips stilled. Collapsing on top of you, he kissed over the marks that he left before slipping his softening cock from your spent hole. You whined quietly at the emptiness.

Maverick maneuvered the two of you until you were resting against his chest, his fingers stroking over your hair softly. You stayed like that for the next few minutes, both of you simply enjoying laying there with each other. Your head was on his shoulder, tracing intricate patterns into his skin with your fingers as your eyes drifted shut. It was when you felt something prod at the skin of your thigh that you pulled your eyes open. Glancing down, you were met with the sight of Mav’s stiffening cock. You quirked an eyebrow, looking up to find him staring at you with a cheeky smile. “Round two?” He questioned before rolling on top of you. Needless to say, you were in for a long night.

A/n: Thank you all for reading! Happy Valentine’s Day. Requests are open.

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Night Out

A/N: i haven’t written anything in probably 3 years, am I coming back just because I watched the new Top Gun? Absolutely. This is so rusty, but I tried. I need a creative outlet 😂😂 also, this is not proof read at all so if it doesn’t make sense that’s why

Summary: you meet Rooster and there’s an immediate connection.

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, and somewhat of a breeding kink.

Your day at work was long, filled with unkind, impatient, and just terrible people. You would’ve cried and gone home if it weren’t for the fact it was a Friday night and you had already agreed to go out with your best friend. Something about putting on makeup and going to a bar after a bad day wasn’t necessarily a joyous process, but you were a people pleaser through and through.

“C’mon Y/N, you look hot. You already know the bar will be filled with all those hot, navy men after work. Time to get some military dick. There’s practically cobwebs in between your legs,” your best friend laughed. She knew you had a thing for a man in a uniform and it had been a long time since you had gotten any.

“I know, I know. I’m coming,” you groaned out. All you wanted to do was lay down in your bed and close your eyes, but that was not happening tonight.

Before you knew it, you were sitting alone at the bar while she was off with some man that she had just met. She had a way of doing that, just finding someone instantly without any trouble. You, on the other hand, sat at the bar, praying you looked mysterious and not like a total loser. You kept ordering drinks, hoping to distract yourself from the growing embarrassment in your stomach. One drink turned to two, two turned to three, and then four turned to six. Now you felt good, a little past tipsy, but not quite drunk. It was then that the alcohol hit your bladder.

It was on the way to the bathroom that you bumped into a very hot, very built man. His drink was thrown back onto his white tank top “I’m so sorry, these dang heels cause me to lose my balance. Or maybe that’s just me, I don’t know. I’m just so sorry, I’ve made you spill your drink. Now I’m rambling, i just need to shut up,” your words spilled out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You finally looked up at his face and it was a wonder your jaw didn’t hit the floor. He was smiling like it was no problem, while you were trying to clean his shirt with a nearby napkin.

“It’s okay darling, accidents happen,” he said with ease, his smirk obvious. He could see it in your eyes that you thought he was the hottest thing on Earth. “What’s your name? Are you here all by yourself?” He asked, praying that the answer would be yes and you didn’t have a boyfriend lingering around the corner.

“Y/N, my names Y/N. Yeah, well no and yes. My friend was here but now I can’t find her, so basically yes,” you rushed out, he was very attractive and you talked a lot when you got nervous. “What about you? What’s your name?” You answered. you wished that you could’ve said something more like ‘take me home and do whatever you want to me’ but you weren’t bold like that.

“My name’s Bradley, but all my friends call me Rooster,” he answered. You knew what that meant, he was a military man. You should’ve seen it coming, the muscles, the confidence, the mustache.

“Nice to meet you Rooster. sorry for spilling that on your shirt, but I’m about to pee myself,” you felt the liquor now, you giggled out your words and he moved over so he was no longer blocking the bathroom door. You relieved yourself and came back out where he was still waiting on you.

“What are you doing tonight Mrs. Y/N?” He asked while sipping the beer he had gotten while you were using the restroom.

“Hmmm, probably about to head home,” you answered, you needed to go home before you got too bad and you couldn’t walk, which you had to do since your friend abandoned you.

“Would you like me to give you a ride?” He asked. Your answer should be no, without a doubt. It was dangerous, he could be some like murderer who was going to chop you up in little pieces.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked, with all seriousness. This man was too good to be true, of course his fatal flaw would be something like murder.

“No, no I’m not,” he laughed out, he knew if he didn’t get you home someone else would. Someone else who might want to hurt you.

So, with his answer, you stupidly accepted. Off into his car you went, you gave him your address and then you were on the way. You closed your eyes and before you knew it, you were home.

“Wake up Miss Y/N, we’re here” he lightly shook you awake. As much as he felt guilty about eyeing up a drunk woman, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to your chest that was practically popping out of your dress. You were too tired to notice.

“Thank you Mr. Rooster,” you yawned out, reaching for the door handle to get into your house.

“Before you go, put your number in my phone. I would like to see you sober next time, preferably,” he didn’t ask, he told you to put his number in your phone. And you did just that, you would love to see this man again.

Before you knew it, you were going out on a date with Rooster. Then, you were hanging out with each other for a month. You had gotten to know a lot about each other, but he had yet to make a move on you. He told you about his parents, and how much he had struggled as a child. You told him of your past and how you had ended up on the island.

You were beginning to grow worried that he didn’t find you attractive. It wasn’t until one night that you guys had gotten wine drunk after cooking at your apartment that you knew he did.

“You know, you’re very gorgeous Y/N,” Rooster slurred while resting his head on your shoulder. He picked up his head to look you in your eyes.

“You know, you’re very hot Rooster,” you dragged out your words back. His face slowly getting closer to yours, his gaze going back and forth between your lips and eyes.

“I want to kiss you,” he stated with finality.

“Then kiss me,” you retorted. And kiss you he did. His lips felt like a relief to you. They were soft, but his kiss was hard and intense. It was as if his lips were made for yours, like everything in your life hasn’t made sense till this very moment. The kiss became more intense as the seconds went on. One of his large and rough hands went to your face, while the other went to your waist. He seemed unsure of the boundaries, but you wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his hands all over you, you didnt want to know where he began and where you ended.

His lips left yours and he started kissing down you neck till he reached the neckline of your shirt, his eyes looked up to you as if he was asking for approval. You nodded your head, knowing what he wanted. What you wanted as well. He lifted your shirt over your head, revealing your chest. His eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas. You had been preparing for this moment, you purposefully put on a black bra just in case this would happen. He was admiring your chest and you just wanted him to touch you.

“Come here, please,” your voice came out as a breath, a needy whine. This set a fire in him now, he knew you wanted him. Truly, wanted him. He pulled you back on to the couch, so now he was laying on top of you. This kiss was even more intense, he was now biting your lips and not just holding, but squeezing your boobs. It was all too much, too good, too real. He took a breath and lent down into your ear, “let me see all of you, Y/N. I need to see all of you,” he groaned as his hips pushed into yours. His bulge hitting your sweet spot.

“M’kay,” that was all you had to say as you were taking your bra off. He didn’t even give you a seconds notice before he was taking a nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue. “Ahh,” the sensation went straight in between your legs and he knew it. You could feel the smile on his face as he continued. He sucked on your nipple for about a minute as you were writhing under him, the wetness in your underwear increasing by the second. It was too much, he had to stop.

“Stop,” you breathed out and he did. “Why? Is something wrong? If you don’t want do this anymore it’s okay,” he rushed out. That’s not what you wanted at all. You crashed your lips into his mid sentence, stopping him from rambling on as you once had. In the middle of the kiss you flipped him around so now you were straddling his lap.

Now, you had him right where you wanted him. Kissing down his neck, you slowly got off the couch and onto your knees. You pulled away, looking at him expectantly. He knew what was to come. He tore his shirt off faster than you had ever seen anyone do before. Your hands reached out for his belt, taking it off with nervous fingers. What if you weren’t good at this anymore? What if he didn’t like what you had to offer? That didn’t matter, it couldn’t matter. You were going to do this.

You slowly pulled his pants down, revealing just how large his bulge was in his underwear. All you could manage was “oh my god,” under your breath. This man was already cocky enough, but by god that just amplified it by ten.

“C’mon baby, i know you can take it. Such pretty lips, it would be a shame for them to go to waste,” he said with such arrogance. You were all too distracted to really process what he was saying, too distracted to even feel the floor killing your knees. You were too focused on what was to come. It wasn’t till his hand came to your neck, guiding you down that you realized how transfixed you had been.

“Be a good girl, take it,” he whispered. That right there went straight to the spot between your legs. It caused you to take action. Your hands pulled his boxers down, revealing him in all his glory. And by god was it glorious, no wonder they called him Rooster. He had the cock to match. You kissed the tip, licking on it, sucking it. Taking your time before working your way down, you wanted to watch him squirm, watch him anticipate it.

His hands guided your head down more, pushing his cock all the way to the base of your throat. It stung, but you didn’t mind. It was all for him. “Oh, such a good girl for daddy,” he moaned out. You had no choice, you needed to be his good girl. You started to work for him now, bringing your hands into it. Sucking, licking, jerking him off. You wanted to be the best he ever had.

“Ohhh, so good,” he groaned. His hands pushing your head down even farther on his dick, now you began to choke on it. This caused him to push your head down even farther. you quickened your pace, trying to get him off even faster.

“S-stop,” was all he managed to mutter out, but you couldn’t stop now. You liked seeing him like this, so helpless. This caused you to go even faster. “Stop!” He said with more of a firmness now, “if you want me to fuck you, stop.”

You listened then, retracting your mouth from his dick. You looked him in the eyes as you did so, watching them drift off in the back of his head.

“Did I do a good job daddy?” You asked, with a sweetness that you knew would just get to him.

“The best, but now it’s time for me to put in the work sweet girl,” he responded. This caused you to get even more excited now. He picked you up onto his lap, “but if that’s gonna happen, I think it’s time for your sexy little shorts to go.”

He pulled them off without hesitation, without even asking you. You loved that, you had never ever seen him so demanding before. He reached to feel you through your underwear, “already so soaked and I haven’t even done anything,” he said with a cocky tone.

“You don’t have to, I just want you to fuck me,” you whispered in his ear, “just fuck me lieutenant Bradshaw.” you played on his obsession with power, knowing that would drive him crazy. He picked you up know, walking to your bedroom, throwing you down on your bed. He watched you from the edge of the bed, standing there, staring at your body. He dick was so hard, it looked painful.

“Who knew you would be so naughty, Y/N?” He teased. His hand went to his cock, rubbing it, jerking himself as you laid there helpless.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please? Please what?” He teased once again, still playing with himself. You gave up on him, getting up from your bed and kissing him hard. You pulled him onto the bed too, so now he was laying on top of you.

“Fuck me,” you said sternly, “or I will find someone else who will.”

“No,” was all he said as he took your panties off. He guided the tip of his cock up and down your folds, “you really think I would let someone else fuck you? No, not now. You’re mine Y/N, completely mine.” His tip grazed your hole as he was guiding his cock.

“C-condom?” Was all you could manage.

“No,” he stated, “you’ll have my babies if I want you to. No one will ever fuck you again, you’re mine.” It was as he said this, he found your hole and pushed in. His tip was sucked in by your walls.

“O-oh, fuck. Rooster,” you moaned out. He pushed himself in more, “too much, can’t take it. It’s too big,” you whined out.

“You’ll take it if I want you to take it,” that was his answer and it was final. He lifted you up and his hands guided your face to make you watch him invading you, slowly but surely you did. Although he talked a big game, he was not going to move till you indicated he could. He was so big and it was such a stretch.

“You took me so well, Y/N. Look, it fits perfectly. Feels so good, mmm” he praised you. You slowly squeezed on him, almost to get him moving but he wouldn’t budge until you gave him the go ahead. You slowly started moving your hips, but you were doing all the work while he stayed still. His head in-between your head and shoulder. He was planting kisses.

“Fuck me like you said you would,” you demanded.

“Okay, you’ll get what you want,” he said cockily, “you’re gonna take daddy’s dick so well, huh?” He said while slamming into you. It hurt as much as it felt good, “ohh,” you moaned out. It felt too good, you slowly started to crawl away. Trying to get away from the pleasure and pain.

“No,” he said as he dragged you back, “you wanted it and now you’re gonna take it. Gonna take my cock and cum, gonna fill you up so good,” he said as he pounded into you, it was too much. You couldn’t breathe it felt so good. All you could let out was stuttered breaths as he was pounding into you.

“Brad-Bradley,” you squeaked out.

“Not my name,” was all he said as his hand went to your throat, pulling your face to make eye contact with him. “Say it right, or don’t say it at all.”

“Daddy,” you moaned out. His dick was hitting all the right spots and one hand was circling your clit. You were on the brink of ecstasy as he was pounding into you, you began squeezing the life out of him. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up. I want everyone to know who I belong to,” you whispered in his ear.

He flipped you over. now your face was pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and his dick was so, so deep. Before you didn’t think he could go any further in you, but now it felt as if he were in your stomach.

You were letting out endless moans as he pounded into you, smacking your ass as he did. You could feel the sweat dripping off his face and landing on your back.

“Love seeing you like this darling, so full of me. Never seen somebody move like this before, never seen anything like you.” He praised you, getting you off even more. “You really want this dick, huh? Ass in the air just ready for it.”

“Mhmmm, only ready for you,” you groaned out, not even entirely sure he heard you. His hands left behind prints on your ass, as his mouth left behind marks on your neck.

“I can’t take much more daddy, I’m gonna explode,” you couldn’t even find the right words to describe it. It was so painful, but so good at the same time.

“Will you fill me up? Huh? Make me yours?” You questioned, teased him trying to make him finish faster.

“Yes baby, all mine,” he grunted. He wasn’t listening to you anymore, his eyes were focused on the way your ass jiggled as he pounded into you. You couldn’t even keep yourself up anymore, his hands were holding your hips as your whole body went limp.

It was too good, everything was too good to be true. “I-I’m done, i can’t,” you shouted as you came. You saw stars as he continued to relentlessly thrust into you. something about it was so primal, so real.

As you recovered from your high, he was still going. It was silent, no words. All you could hear was his grunts and your moans, plus the sounds of your bodies colliding. Your body couldn’t take much more and you wanted him to get off before you tapped out. Your body couldn’t do it twice, you would pass out if it did.

“Make yourself a daddy,” was all you had to say before he came in you. And cum in you he did, he released what felt like gallons into you. As he came, he continued to thrust into you, making sure his cum reached the deepest part it could. Even after he finished he stayed inside of you, making sure nothing would go to waste. He flipped you over to where you were laying on his chest and he was below you, still seated inside of you.

His breaths coming out shallow and quick, you felt as though you couldn’t speak after that. After ten minutes of silence and him playing with your hair, all you said was “this is gonna hurt tomorrow.”

“Oh, we’re not done sweetheart. That was just the beginning,” he responded kissing your head. You felt some excitement, but also some fear for your poor vagina tomorrow.

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How it Started. How it's Going. 💕💞

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maverickbabes · 1 year

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Maverick x female!reader

Warnings: Sir kink, smut 18+, slight swearing, age gap (33 years), foreplay, edging, a little bit of BDSM, lots of smut,

Summary: Maverick has an idea on taking photos of you however he wants to. He brings up the idea one night while you guys are having a little movie night.

Maverick had his arm wrapped around you, holding you to his side as his hand rested on your butt while you guys watched Grown Ups. He stopped paying attention to the movie about 15 to 20 minutes in the movie. His mind was somewhere else, somewhere risque and somewhere that held some of his fantasies.

One was polaroids. He wanted to take pictures of you in all different ways and positions.

He wanted to tied you up and have you spread open just for him

He wanted you in your lingerie with your hands cuffed behind you.

Hell, He wanted pictures of him inside you. The face you make when he bottoms out and you feel him in your stomach.

He wanted to have a picture album of risque pictures of him and you. He just wanted you. badly.

Maverick let out a quiet groan as he felt himself get hard just from his thoughts. He adjusted himself on the couch and tried to make it not noticeable while he tried to focus on the movie. You moved around trying to find a more comfy spot, rubbing your butt on his thigh.

"Fuck.." He moaned quietly as he closed his eyes. You glanced at him and smirked to yourself. You gently climbed onto his lap which made his eyes shot wide open. "Hi.. Sir" You purred seductively in his ear as you gently grind your hips, feeling his member against your center.

"Y/n." He said with a warning tone as he gripped your hips, moving them in a rhythm. You leaned close to his face, your lips inches apart from each other as he lets out a breath. "What's wrong Sir, can't handle me? Can't handle this? You taunted as you pressed yourself down on his lap where he could feel you.

One of his hands reached up and grabbed your neck as he forced you to look at him and kissed you passionately. "Bedroom. Now." He demanded as he slapped your ass while you got up and ran towards the bedroom.

God you love it when he gets rough and feisty, It's hot.

You heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and making their way to the bedroom door. He shuts the door behind him before going to the end of the bed, looking you up and down. "I have an idea I want to try princess, Do you trust me?" He asks you, leaning down to where he was eye level to you.

Nodding, you attempted to give him a kiss but he moved away and held your chin with his hand. "I need to hear you say it kitten, you know the rules y/n" He says as he looks you in the eyes. "Yes Maverick, I trust you" You assured him before straightening up to kiss him.

"Good girl" He praises before kissing you gently on the forehead. He walks over to the drawer and grabs a few items before setting them on the bed and going over to his nightstand to pull out a Polaroid camera and a Canon camera.

"Cameras?" You blurted out as you heard him chuckled before feeling the bed shift from his weight. "I have an idea. I want to take pictures of you." He tells you as he rubs his hands up and down your arms. "I want pictures of you. Pictures only I can see baby girl" He whispers in your ear as it sends shivers down your spine.

"Shall we begin princess?" He asks you and you let out a soft 'yes' as he took off your sweats and just left you in your panties and his shirt. A wave of confidence rushed through you as you posed for the camera doing pouty looks, sexy looks, sensual looks, etc.

"So beautiful baby, so beautiful" He praises as he looks through the camera lens. You grabbed a pair of handcuffs and looked at the camera. "Come and get me sir" You purred seductively as he sets down the camera before climbing onto the bed next to you, kissing you feverishly in the process.

"Hmm look at you kitten, all soaked for Sir and I barely touched you" He says running his hand along the side of your now bare body. You closed your eyes as you felt his thumb playing with your clit while two fingers entered inside you. "Mmm sir" You moaned as he entered another finger and doing the "come here" motion, hitting your g-spot.

The tight feeling in your stomach began to form as you felt your orgasm slowly approaching. "Aw does my baby want to cum?" He taunts as he moves his fingers slowly inside you, making sure you feel them. Nodding you bucked your hips against his palm but right when you were about to release, he slipped them out and licked your juices.

"Damn princess, you taste so sweet" He moans as he kisses his way up your body. "Sir please I need-" You started to say but let out a loud moan as you felt him push his dick inside you. "FUCK" you moaned and arched your back in pleasure.

"God kitten you're so tight and needy for me. Such a good girl for Sir" He praises as he quickens his pace. You squeezed your walls around him as he picked up your leg and held it over his shoulder while the other one was wrapped snug around his waist.

The orgasm formed in your stomach once more and you whimpered while wrapping your fingers in his hair, tugging a little. He let out a groan as he speeds up. "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum. Cum with me" He pants and closed his eyes as he felt your walls squeeze around his size so good.

Both of you came at once and you felt dizzy from the edging and everything in general. Once you guys calm down from the high Maverick slowly slides out of you, causing you to hiss in pain as he slowly gets up and goes over to his dresser where the pictures and cameras were.

He smirked before picking them up and walking over to you as you snuggled up on him. "I like that one" You say as you point to the one where you were biting your bottom lip and teasingly lifting up your shirt, winking in the process.

"This one is definitely going in my wallet along with this one" He says smiling proudly. He holds the one where you're in black lingerie and your hands are cuffed behind, while you are blindfolded. You smacked his chest playfully "Pete! People could see that" You said trying to take the picture from him.

"Nuh uh it'll be in a place where only I can see it. No one else can see my gorgeous princess" He smirks before putting it in his nightstand drawer.

"If anyone sees it, you're dead" You said in a fake warning tone.

"Yea yea come here" He says grabbing you and tackling you into the bed.

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There are Exceptions

(Part 2 of There Are Rules)

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x F!Reader

A/N: Not sure why this was suppressed from search the first time around. Trying again, this time without the tag list because I don't want to spam you guys.

Summary: Your Top Gun instructor continues to condemn your reckless behavior - this time out of the cockpit - while simultaneously being drawn to you against his better judgement.

CW: age gap (20-25 years), angst, swearing, some fluff, fairly mature content so please read at your own discretion. I'm gonna say this is a mature read just to be safe, not really sure where the line is, y'all.

WC: 2000+

Twenty minutes after your encounter with Maverick in the locker room, you walk into the debriefing room to find Cyclone pacing back and forth in front of the whiteboard with his hands in his pockets. When he sees you, he shoots you a stern look before shaking his head and turning away in disgust. You glance at Maverick who is standing to the side, watching you uneasily.

“Tell me what she’s still doing here,” Cyclone says through gritted teeth.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Maverick responds resolutely.

Cyclone looks over at Maverick sharply. “Excuse me?”

Maverick reciprocates his unyielding expression. “She made a mistake. I’ve already spoken with her.”

“You’ve spoken with her?” Cyclone raises his eyebrows in astonishment.

You make your way further into the room, waiting for an opportunity to communicate your version of events. Your call to land your aircraft despite unilateral engine failure was not a mistake, and you intend to voice that opinion.

“It’s my decision,” Maverick says, eyeing you grimly. “And my decision is that she stays.”

Cyclone watches Maverick bitterly. “Get her out of my sight,” he says dangerously.

Maverick’s gaze remains fixed on you as you let out a sigh, prepared to defend your actions. Maverick shakes his head slightly, cautioning you against it, so you press your lips together forcefully. Fighting to keep your anger at bay, you salute your superiors and proceed to storm out of the room before you could make the situation worse.

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You head out into the parking lot in a fury without even checking to see if perhaps Maverick has followed you out. You toss your bag into the backseat and slam the door so hard that your car shakes. You start the engine just as Maverick steps out of the building, glancing around. Putting the car into drive, you hit the gas aggressively, pulling out of your parking spot with excessive momentum. He watches you wearily as you speed past him and you see him shaking his head and heading for his bike at a run in your rear-view mirror.

You find yourself hardly caring how he feels about your theatrics. You’re so furious that you know you’re not thinking clearly. If your rage makes your driving reckless, then so be it. You swerve between the sluggish cars, cursing every driver for not getting out of your way fast enough. Behind you, Maverick is following suit, so you clench your jaw and push down on the gas pedal, pulling a sharp turn at the intersection.

Two seconds later, you see Maverick appear on your left, signaling with his arm for you to pull over. You obstinately look straight ahead, ignoring him. You don’t want to see his stupid face any more than you want to go back to Top Gun and see Cyclone’s. You can’t tell if you’re more pissed off that Maverick walked out of the locker room before the two of you could resolve whatever the fuck it was that happened, or that he let Cyclone dismiss you without even giving you a chance to stick up for yourself. Either way, you’re not in the mood to be chewed out for a third time in one day.

You glance over at him again, noticing that he’s yelling something at you from the neighboring lane. You look back at your speedometer and realize that you’re going 30 miles over the speed limit. You let out a frustrated sigh and ease your pressure on the gas, letting the car slowly decelerate. You pull off to the side of the road, a cloud of sand lifting off the shoulder as you hit the breaks. Maverick pulls up right in front of you and hops off his bike before you’ve even unbuckled your seat belt.

He walks around the front of your car and slams his palm on the hood. “Do you have a death wish?” he yells so loudly that you hear him even with the window rolled up.

You stare at him mutely through the windshield as his jacket flaps in the breeze. The wind is messing up his hair and flattening his t-shirt against his abdomen and you’re irritated that you find him attractive even when you’re this mad. He’s in his aviators so you can’t see his eyes, but he looks livid; his jaw is tight, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

He steps around the side mirror, leaning down to peer into your window. “Open the door,” he orders.

You give him a flat look and turn away, so he knocks on the window.

“Y/N,” he calls. “I’m not leaving until you open the door.”

You sigh, wondering what he wants from you now, considering where you left things not even an hour prior. His knuckles rap on the window again and you look over at him coldly. Maverick takes off his sunglasses, hooking them into the neck of his t-shirt, and his eyes betray his concern despite the hard set of his jaw.

“Are you okay?” he asks through the window.

The fact that he’s concerned enrages you. How dare he presume to care now? Yet his troubled tone paired with the agonized lift of his eyebrows weakens your already volatile composure. You feel the sting of tears behind your eyes and you shut them tightly trying to hold back every last one. You turn away from the window, lowering your gaze.

Maverick leans his head into the glass, trying the door again even though he knows you haven’t unlocked it. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

You close your eyes, knowing that sooner or later you’ll have to face him again. You reach for the lock and, the moment it clicks, Maverick pulls the door open. You’re still not looking at him, however, because you’re too busy trying to neutralize the sudden onset of emotion, a condition with which you’re not too often afflicted. Your efforts fall short as several tears escape, dropping into your lap.

“Hey,” Maverick says, lowering himself into a crouched position by the side of your car. “Hey,” he repeats, laying a hand on your leg. “Please don’t,” he says, curling his fingers around the hand in your lap. “Don’t cry,” he whispers.

You lick your lips, glancing down at him with eyes full of tears, and his tortured expression crumbles further.

“Y/N,” he whispers, lifting his hand up to cup your cheek. He moves his thumb under your eye, catching a tear.

You let out a small sigh, leaning your face into his hand. Maverick furrows his brows, trying to mask the look of longing on his face. He pulls on your hand that’s still firmly in his grasp and brings it to his brow as he lowers his head.

“What do I do here, Y/N?” he mutters. “Tell me what to do.”

You have a few ideas but you decide to keep them to yourself. He’s too stubborn to listen to anybody but himself anyway.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry that I crossed the line today.”

It seems impossible that words could elicit this much hurt, and yet his words inflict an agony you’ve never experienced. Your only solace is that he looks just as broken as you feel.

Your extremely competent, confident instructor is falling apart right before your eyes and you’ve never wanted him more because it’s you who’s affected him in this way. You pull your hand back, taking his with it, and he glances up at you defeatedly. You twist your fingers out of his grasp and place your hand on the wheel. “I should go,” you say, wiping your face resolutely.

He nods, grabbing the door and lifting himself up. He sighs, glancing in either direction before patting the roof of your car. “Go slower,” he requests.

You let out a wry chuckle. “That’s not my style.”

Maverick shakes his head with a grim expression. “Please, don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re indestructible.”

You stare ahead at his bike a few feet away from your car. “Where’s your helmet, Captain?”

Maverick scoffs, a smirk materializing on his face. He nods, pursing his lips. “I am a terrible role model,” he admits.

“Kind of an unfortunate trait considering your profession,” you note.

Maverick laughs, lowering his head to peek into your car. “I’ll get a helmet if you slow down,” he offers.

“Not like you to play it safe,” you say, a hint of disappointment in your tone.

He sighs. “There are road rules for a reason.”

“Again with the rules,” you say rolling your eyes.

He watches you quietly for a moment and you know you’ve hit a nerve. “Some rules don’t have exceptions,” he says.

You meet his gaze. “And others?”

Maverick’s expression darkens. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he says, and pushes off the car with a heavy sigh, shutting your door.

You watch him walk back to his bike, his jacket flapping in the wind. He stands there for a moment, staring at the seat somberly. He hesitates for several seconds, then lifts his gaze to look at you through your windshield. He shakes his head slightly and sets his jaw, glancing upward as though he’s cursing whatever higher power has made him feel the way he does about you. His mouth twitches and, as though he’s made a split-second decision, he’s suddenly turning back, stuffing his keys into his pocket as he marches toward your car.

You stare at him in shock as he pulls your door open forcefully. The next moment, he’s ducking his head into your car. His mouth is clamped shut as he tries to compose himself, but he’s breathing so forcefully, his chest is heaving with each inhalation. His eyes are sweeping over your face with such ferocity that it feels obscene in the most amazing way. His jaw remains taut as his face hovers just out of reach, and you want more than anything to pull yourself closer, to kiss away the worried crease between his eyebrows.

He releases another heavy sigh, his hand sinking into your thigh. “If you think that this has been easy for me,” he says steadily. “That your face, your voice” – he inhales slowly – “your smell has given my mind a moment’s respite, you’re wrong.”

His other hand finds its way up your neck, curving around the back of your head. You shudder as his thumb brushes over your lips, nearly vibrating with desire. You want to ask him why he’s fighting it if you’ve been occupying his thoughts as much as he has been yours. But all that escapes your mouth is a hollow gasp as his thumb pulls down your lower lip, parting it from the top.

“First day of your training, you walked in with your hair down,” he says. “You stood at your desk, twisting it back up before taking your seat, pen between your teeth. You were laughing at something and I” – he closes his eyes for a moment – “I was gone. I knew it right then.”

You gulp down what feels like a solid bubble of air because your mouth is so dry. “Captain Mitchell,” you say quietly. His hand tightens on your thigh at the words. “I was standing because I wanted you to notice me.”

Maverick’s gaze softens, his mouth curving upward in a warm smile as he watches you fondly. “Oh, I noticed you,” he says ruefully. His gaze dips to your mouth as his thumb continues sweeping across your lip.

You pray that he kisses you soon because otherwise you might just erupt in flames right under the midday sun. “I noticed you too, Captain,” you breathe over the tip of him thumb.

Maverick groans slightly, inclining further into the car as the side of his head comes to rest on your forehead. With his eyes closed, he rolls his face slightly, until his nose connects with yours. “Good god, I want you.”

The words ignite something inside of you and you reach out to grasp a handful of his t-shirt and pull him forward. Maverick comes willingly, his mouth crashing into yours as his knee lands on the seat between your legs. His hand drops to squeeze your shoulder on its way down to support you as you lean back over the console.

Maverick catches your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently as you let out a soft moan. His hand moves higher up your thigh until you can feel a soft pressure between your legs. His tongue drifts along your jawline as he kisses your face on his way to your ear and then down your neck. You let out a whimper when his hand starts gently stroking you over your jeans. Maverick opens his mouth over your neck, bathing your skin with his hot breath. “What I am doing?” he whispers, his grip tightening on your leg.

“Please, Maverick,” you pant, grabbing a larger chunk of his t-shirt to keep him in place. “Don’t stop.”

You feel another gentle kiss on your neck. “Couldn’t if I wanted to,” he replies breathlessly.

Part 3

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it :D I may be adding one more part to this story so you can look out for that in the near future!

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Showing the ropes.

Summary: You're away at a conference at a different timezone, and Maverick is a bit tied up at work.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

W/C: 2.2k

Rating: +18, phone sex, bondage, butt plugs, dom/sub,

TWs: Bodily Fluids

A/N: No plot. Not even if you squint your eyes and turn your head to the left. And yeah, I'm on the sub!Maverick train again xD Also, I'm definitely not admitting to what I was listening to while I was writing it, but let's just say, I discovered a whole new side of Spotify.

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You couldn't help but smile when you saw a familiar name and a picture showing up on your phone. You were already done with today's courses and planning to take a nice, relaxing bath after being on your feet for almost 10 hours, so you definitely didn't mind talking to your husband for a minute or two. Especially when you realized that he was calling from work because it would have been too early for him to be off duty. And that only meant one thing...

- Please... - his pleading whisper was the first thing you've heard.

- No hello, no "how was your day?"...? - you didn't try to hide the disappointment in your voice, and he groaned on the other side of the line. - Such a desperate slut... Putting his own needs above basic social etiquette... - you sighed loudly.

- I need to take everything off and out... I have to fly with the class... - well, at least he wasn't stupid enough to ask you to cum, because you were very clear about him not being allowed to do that on his own while you were away. And yet he called you...

- Hmmm... You know that in situations of life and death, you can do what's best, but you called me... I advise you to think about your next words carefully. Does the harness impact your moves in any way, putting you or anyone else in any danger? Be honest, I won't be mad, I just want the truth, because I don't want anything to happen to my sweet boy... - he was silent for almost half a minute.

- No... - he whispered finally.

- Does it distract you so much that you wouldn't be able to focus on what you're doing and by so, putting yourself or others in danger? - you continued the interrogation.

- No, ma'am... - he replied and you could almost taste the shame coming from the other end of the call.

- How about the plug, does it make it uncomfortable to sit in the jet...? - you suspected that it was it because you instructed him to choose one of the biggest ones you had.

- No, ma'am... - he repeated, but you still were able to tell that something was off.

- Does it distract you so much that you're having trouble focusing...?

- Yes, ma'am... - his voice barely a whisper, yet it rang pleasurably inside your head.

- Tell me exactly how it distracts you... - oh, it was going to be so much fun... You leaned back in your chair and put your leg on the edge of the desk.

- It puts constant pressure on my g-spot... And I can't sit or suddenly move without leaking... I had to put on a cage as well, ma'am... - you couldn't help but hum, but you haven't decided yet if it was something you approved of.

- I didn't tell you to do that. - your tone was as neutral as possible because you were planning to react to his reaction.

- I'm sorry, ma'am, but I was so hard it was too visible through my pants. And I changed them to darker ones, so the leaking wouldn't be as visible... - even after all those years, he could still surprise you. He was willingly putting himself in more pain, just so he could follow the instructions you left him to the best of his ability.

- I'll let it slide this time... But let's come back to that plug - where are you? - you asked, and slowly slipped one of your fingers in between your folds, gently teasing your clit in anticipation of the obscene sounds you were about to hear.

- In my office. - he replied even before you finished asking the question.

- Doors? - after all, he was still a high-ranking member of the military. Who was occasionally your perfect little whore.

- Closed. - he was indeed prepared.

- Hmmm... How long do you have? - his response would determine your next course of action.

- About 15-20 minutes, ma'am. - that last word put a smile on your face. You never liked the word 'mistress', it was too dirty for your liking, but a well-placed ma'am from his mouth... You could get drunk on it.

- Harness stays, but we're going to do something about that plug, love... So you will still be able to think in the air... How does that sound?

- Thank you, ma'am. - you could feel the obvious relief in his voice. You knew that he knew that if he truly had to take everything off and out, you wouldn't even mention it.

But he called.

He wanted you to listen to his whining while he was putting on a show, like a stripper begging for attention...

- Don't take it out entirely just yet... I want you to fuck yourself on it and make all those beautiful little noises so that everyone can hear what a slut you are. And if you help me cum before you'll have to go, I might even let you finish too... - you didn't have to be there to know exactly what his face looked like. - Chop, chop, we don't have all day... - you smiled and patiently waited as he put the phone on his desk. You could hear the zipper of his pants opening and you knew exactly when he took off his underwear because you could hear a light jingle of the small paddle lock that was keeping the chastity cage locked. - Slowly... - you didn't have to say it, because he knew what was expected of him.

At first, there was a slight groan, that told you he started to pull out the plug and got to the widest part. After all those hours without moving it, you knew that his muscles weren't as stretched as in the morning and that it would be more painful for him. You also knew from the experience, that there was still lube inside him, so as soon as he'd start moving it a bit more, everything will become more pleasurable.

He moaned loudly and you could just say that the plug went back in and rubbed this sweet bundle of nerves inside him, that made him sing so beautifully. He slowly picked up the pace, and so did you. His moans became more needy and desperate with every second and you just loved to hear them... And the soft cries in between them when he was actively stopping himself from cumming. You could almost see the long line of precum slowly heading towards the carpeted floors from his swollen and locked in a metal cage penis, and if you were there you would have definitely licked it, just to hear him get even more desperate.

- Faster... - you didn't have to say anything more... You were leaning back in your chair, two fingers inside you, while your thumb intensely massaged your clit. His moans became louder and started fogging up your brain with an obscene image... It wasn't hard to see how plump and red his lips were, because he had a habit of biting them when he was getting close, and he was close for quite some time now if you were to believe his words earlier. Poor thing must have been on edge since he left the house. His cheeks were definitely flushed and red, and his eyes looked as if they were made of glass, because of the tears that appeared in them out of frustration. One of his hands closed tightly around the edge of his desk so hard, that his knuckles would get white, and the other behind him, holding a flared base of a plug he was using to fuck himself... He would definitely be leaning forwards, his caged cock maybe even bumping the desk from time to time, if he bucked his hips too harshly... Or maybe he was even completely bent over the desk, wishing that it was you who was fucking him... Hmmm... That was a nice image... But since you couldn't lay your hands on him now, a harsh, thin jute harness that hugged his upper torso under his shirt had to be enough for him to feel your presence for now. And you could almost see the light red marks it left on his skin, rubbing against it for a whole day... Not tight enough to actually impact his movements, but enough for him to feel you with him through the whole day.

You could hear his desperate, soft cries and longing moans, mixed with your name and empty promises of what he'd do if you just let him cum, telling you how sensitive he is just for you... He knew exactly what to say, what notes to play to help you get off. After a particularly sharp inhale and a whimper in a much higher tone than usual, you bit your lower lip harshly, because the image of his desperation in your head was enough to push you over the edge. It wasn't the strongest orgasm ever, but it definitely relaxed your muscles. Plus you didn't exactly plan on cumming today...

You looked at the timer on your call; there was still a couple of minutes left until he'd have to hang up, and since he was such a good boy today...

- Pete... - your tone of voice was surprisingly neutral and devoided of emotions, even though your cheeks were flushed. - Cum for me, honey... Let me hear it... - and he did, almost instantly. Oh, how you wish you were there to see it, to lick his cock over the metal cage and taste him on your tongue. And the sounds he made... Beautiful, delicious, if only you could drink them straight from his lips... After a moment you could hear his breath calming down, and after even a longer moment of silence, you could hear his last loud moan and a quiet thump of something falling to the ground

- Thank you... - he mumbled, still out of breath, and you smiled.

- You know what to do, I'm waiting... - there was just one more thing and you didn't have to wait long for your phone to vibrate, indicating that you received a new message, which you opened almost immediately. - Good boy... - and you could see exactly how fucked out he looked, and it was beautiful. He was practically laying on his desk, cheeks red, eyes full of tears that were dripping on some papers... he didn't take his shirt off, but it rode up, so you could see just a little bit of a thin brown rope peeking from under it on his back, and when you zoomed in, you could see how the area around it got all red and irritated. And then another picture came, from a different angle... you could see his gaping hole, stretched around nothing, and a thick line of cum dripping on his underwear on the floor, while his dick was straining painfully against steel restraints.

- Just for you, only for you... - he whispered in a breathy, still trying to collect his thoughts.

- Hmmm... Are you good? - and you didn't mean that in a sexual way. You truly wish you could be there with him, and fortunately, your job didn't require longer trips often.

- I will be in a minute... - he replied and you could hear a huge smile on his face.

- Good. You can leave the plug out, but you're not allowed to clean yourself. I want you to remember what a needy whore you are through the whole day, and sit in the mess you've made. - since he had chosen the dark pants today, you knew that it wouldn't be visible, and besides - he was about to be alone in his jet for a few hours, so there was a very low chance of him actually being caught.

- Yes, ma'am. - he didn't even care, still lost in his relief.

- You have to get going, baby, they will be waiting for you... - you knew that he knew that, and yet he still allowed himself to enjoy that relaxed state. You also knew that if he needed, he'd come up with a perfect excuse, but you didn't want him to have to do that.

- I don't want to hang up yet... I want to listen to your voice for a bit longer... - you couldn't help but laugh.

- Awww... Such a needy baby... - you finally put your phone down after you finished studying every detail of the photos he sent you. - You look so good splayed out on the desk like that, not even caring that someone might knock on your doors any second, or just barge in and see what a slut you are, fucking yourself and cumming on a plug just because your wife told you so... And they wouldn't be able to think about anything else when they see you... Would you be wearing one during class...? Or at the navy balls...? That might actually be an idea. For you to have a nice, pink, vibrating egg inside while you're in this white uniform of yours. And you wouldn't even be able to control it... - he groaned, and you knew what that meant. - Go get ready, honey... And send me some nice pictures after you'll get home... I want to see that harness and the marks it left when I wake up.

- Yes, ma'am. - he replied almost on instinct. You didn't always have this dynamic, but it was something that was extremely easy to slip into, for both of you.

- I love you, Pete... - you said just before you hung up.

- I love you more... - he replied and the call ended.

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malavera · 8 months

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aiden-in-clouds · 7 months

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Is the Top Gun fanfom dead around here or would anyone be interested in slowburn, eventual smut, multi-chapter fic about OC x Older Mav?

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suck4angststory · 2 years

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One Shot: Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Fem!Reader

Second Part I Still don't like him

You Never Like Every Man I'm Dating

Summary: you're dating Maverick, as an Admiral Daughter, your dad doesn't like you dating any Navy Men, especially Maverick. He tries to separate you in many ways, but is he gonna give up this time?

Warning: Mid-Smut?, Allusion to sex, fluff, so many kissing and make out, Maverick love language is forehead kisses. English is my second language. Feel free to give comments about my writing and grammars mistakes.

Author Note: first time writing in second person, hope you guys like it. If you want to be tagged just let me know in the comment. I can't reply to any of your comments because it's a sideblog. But I really appreciate your comments and responses.

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You open your eyes and looked around. You're not in your room. When you remember where you are, a smile forms on your lips. You feel a bare chest attached to your back and a tanned arm circle around your waist. You smile and turn to face the latter.

You cup his cheek and rub your thumb in his jaw. He smiled in his sleep.

"Good Morning, Captain Mitchell" Maverick smiled and tightened his grips on your waist. He then lay on his back and brought you to his chest. You let out a squeal.

"Babe, I'm gonna be late" You muttered in his chest. Maverick let out a sigh and kiss your hair. "Good Morning to you too, Sweetheart" He muttered in your hair.

You kiss his chest, trailing up to his neck to his cheek. You swung your legs and straddle his waist. The cover on your body falls to your butt.

Maverick let out a giggle when you peppered his neck with a kiss. "Okay okay okay, it's tickle now". You lift your head and give him a mischievous smile."Oh, is it?". You bend down and suck his chest hard until it left a purple mark. You trailed to his neck and suck a purple mark in there too. Maverick let out a moan and grunt, unaware of what you do. When you lift your head and grinned at him, he looked at the marks you just make.

"What!?, (Y/N)..." He groaned and rub the mark on his chest to make them gone, but it's useless.

"It looks nice, though. It will remind them, who you belong to" you bite your lip and stared at him. Maverick rolled his eyes and snake his arms on your waist. He lifts his body and sits down so you're on his lap now, he tucks your body close to him so your chest is touched by his.

"Okay, so you have to be reminded too who you belong" you let out a squeal when Maverick flipped you so you're underneath him. Maverick then kiss your neck and give them a soft suck. He kiss down to your chest and took your nipple in his mouth.

You let out a moan when his hand trailed down to your womanhood. He lift his head from your chest and looked at you with lust. "Last round before going to work?". You nodded and Maverick leaned down to capture your lips.

He opens your legs and you two continue your activity last night.

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You're in the kitchen, flipping the pancake when you feel a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You smile when you feel Maverick kiss your cheek.

"It smells nice here" he muttered on your neck and give them delicate kisses.

"It's just pancake and bacon" you tilt your neck to the side and Maverick peppered kiss in there. He brought your hair to the other side to give him more access to your neck. "Everything you make is good. Including you" his hand trailed to your breast to massage them. He then begins to give your neck soft sucks. His grey Navy shirt you wearing and you tuck into your Jeans, he begins to lift it. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a shaky breath at his actions.

"No, Mav. I have to go to work". You stopped his hand before he can unbutton your jeans. Maverick steps back and you turn off the stove before turning around to face him.

"Why? We still have time" He frowned. You cup his cheek and give his lips a peck. "Hondo called me five times while we were in the shower. "

"What happens?" He furrowed his eyebrows. His arms snake to your waist and brought you closer to him.

You circle your arms to his neck and begin to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. "He said he wants to talk about the project." You shrug. "So, I have to go now, and you can't come late today. Today is important" Maverick smiled and leaned down to give your lips a chaste kiss.

"I know. I even mark it on my calendar" he begins to sway you and rest his forehead on you. "So, you're not going to catch a ride with me then?"

"I'm sorry baby" you give him puppy dog eyes. The one that'll make him weak on the knees. "Besides, you still have to fix that Mustang though. You promise to take me on a ride"

"I still can give you a ride in there even though it's still not fixed" Maverick give you a teasing smile.

"Pervert" You snorted.

"What you mean Pervert? We don't have to fly, just take the plane for a joy ride around this place. No need to be flying" His smile is bigger now because he caught you on guard. You scoffed and kiss his lips one more time before entangling yourself from him.

"Love you, Maverick" you open his trailer door and walked toward his living room in his shop, you take your Dark Blue Denim Jacket with a lot of Navy patches.

"Love you too Sweetheart" He called out from his door. You smiled and blew him a kiss. You walked toward your car and slipped into your Jacket in the process.

Before you can open your car door, Maverick called you out. "Wait, (Y/N)!" He jogs up to you, when he's in front of you, he cups your cheek and kisses you hard on the lips. You smile and kiss him back and cup his cheek with one hand.

"For good luck" He pulled away and give you one last peck.

He kisses your forehead and muttered, "I love you". You smile and kiss his cheek. "I love you too"

He opens the car door for you and gives you a wave when you pull back your car, you take a turn and blow him a kiss and wave before leaving his sight.

Maverick smile and shake his head. He let out a happy sigh and walked back to his trailer. His day with you is always the best day he has. He acted like a horny teenager whenever he was with you. He always wants to touch you, kiss you, and wrap you in his arms. He doesn't want you to leave his side. This year has been great for him, and no one can ruin that.

Your relationship with Maverick hit two years now and he doesn't want to replace it even if the world depends on it.

He loves you so much that it makes his heart beat so fast whenever he is near you.

You met him during one of the Jet programs you lead. He's one of the pilots that'll gonna test your project.

Despite your Father warning about Navy Men and you decided you didn't want to involve with their kin, Maverick manage to knock down your walls about this. You begin dating him after six months of turning down his date offer.

When your Dad found out, he didn't like it. He thought Maverick is too old for you and he was just some Navy Brat that always gonna make himself and you in trouble. So he cut Maverick from the program but his guardian angel manages to take him back again. Your dad even tries to send you across the world but somehow Maverick manage to be in the same program again with you.

Until this day, your dad didn't like him and try everything to separate you two. But Maverick always have his way to close with you again. He doesn't have a problem with your age difference with Maverick, he and your mom too have huge age differences. It's just, He Doesn't Like Mavericks.

When he assigned you to lead his new program to build a new Jet Plane, he didn't know you will have Maverick as the tester pilot. He tries to send Maverick to another program, but again, Maverick always have his way too close to you, his guardian angel, once again, helps him to secure his place in this program.

But not today, this day your dad has a perfect plan to make Maverick go away from your life, including the Navy, for good.

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When Maverick arrived at the Hangar, he saw Hondo and CWO for this project gather around beside the Dark Star Plane. Their hushed voice fills with worries.

Maverick park his bike and remove his aviator while he climbed out from his bike, he walked to them with his aviator in hand.

He gave them a small smile despite their worried looked. His day has been great until now, no one can't ruin them. "Hey. What is it? What?" He whipped his head to find any explanation from them.

Hondo pursed his lips "We've been ordered to stand down. They're scrapping the program. They say we fell short. The contract threshold is Mach 10." Hondo shakes his head in disbelief at this situation.

Maverick expression changed to surprise "Mach 10 is supposed to be in two months. Today's test point is Mach 9." Maverick pointed out

"Well, that's not good enough." Hondo shrug.

Maverick bit his lips. "Says who?" He looked at Hondo

"Admiral Cain." One of the CWO answered for him. Maverick tossed his head down and pursed his lips, he know very well who that was. He begins fidgeting with his aviator.

"The drone ranger. He wants our budget for his unmanned program." Hondo explained.

"He's on his way to kill the test and shut us down personally." The CWO added.

Maverick nodded and pursed his lips "Where's (Y/N)?" he asked Hondo.

"In her office" Maverick walked away from them to your office. He knows very well what this project means to you. You spent your entire year making this program works. You slept for three hours when you start building the plane, you even slept in your office to finish the design and just come home two days a week, and it was him that begged you to get some sleep in your home.

You told him that this is your dream to build something, you spent your life just testing weapons or making some designs, but didn't have a chance to build them. That's why he asked Iceman to assign him as a Pilot tester for the Program. To be close to you and to help you make your dream come true.

So he'll make this project work for you and the sake of everyone in this program.

****

Maverick knock at the door but he just heard your sniffles and hiccups. He carefully push the door open and saw you on your chair. Your hands covered your face and the Dark Star sketch was scattered on your desk.

Maverick heart hurt seeing you like this. He walked to your desk and take the chair in front of it. He rolled the chair beside you. He sits down and carefully takes your hand from your face.

"Darling.." he said softly. You sniffed and wipe your tears with your free hand.

"What is wrong with him? He wants me to lead this program, and, when we're close enough to reach the final, he wants to shut it down. Did I do something wrong, Mav? Did this program actually useless? Did I doing it wrong all this time?" You asked him. Maverick brought you to his chest and shush you. You cry again on his shoulder. "No no no, this isn't your fault, darling. You know how he is."

"But it isn't fair. All of these people uphold on this program, we work so hard to reach this point" you sobbed, soaking Mav's jacket. Maverick stroke his thumb on your temple while rubbing your back with the other.

"So we give him what he wants," He said nonchalantly. You stopped crying and lift your head from his shoulder. You looked at him confused. "What?" You cock eyebrows to him.

He cups your face and wipes your tears with his thumb "If he wants Mach 10, we give him Mach 10" he said sternly.

"But it isn't possible Mav. It is supposed to be Mach 9 before Mach 10. I don't even know if she is capable to do it" you shake your head in his grip.

"You have Maverick on your team. Everything is possible" he gives you a smug smile.

"Mav.." you whined. "I mean it. Let's hit the Mach 10, she's ready" He reassured you. He placed both of his hands on your shoulder, he leaned closer and looked at you in the eyes. "Did I ever doubts you these past years?"

"N-no but.." you trailed off. You don't want this, you know what happens to him when he fails this test.

"Trust me, darling. We're gonna hit that Mach 10 he wants so much. And we're gonna slap him with that right in his face" He give you his Cheshire smile, and you broke into a smile. He rests his hand on your cheek and stroke your jaw. "There it is that sweet smile. Don't be sad again, my love. We're gonna be fine" He leaned to kiss you on the forehead.

"I love you." You told him.

"I love you too. C'mon, we should get ready. All of them are waiting for us" Maverick stand up and gives you his hand, you gladly take it and you walked out of your office hand in hand.

****

Maverick sit on the chair while the doctor took his heart data from his body. You stood beside the doctor and read the WCO report about Dark Star.

"Wow, your heartbeat is so strong Maverick," the doctor told him. He glances at you that still focused read the report.

"Yeah, took some strong coffee today" He glance back and clear his throat. He begins to tap his fingers on the arms chair. The doctor raised her eyebrows at him and shake her head with a smile.

***

"Hondo gonna assist you for today, I have to check something on the plane before you use her" You walked in the hallway with Maverick beside you. He suddenly stopped on his track, you stop and cock your eyebrows at him.

"Okay, then give me my Good Luck kiss" He walks to you and leaned down trying to kiss you, but you push him back by his chest.

"Not here, there are too many people here" you jutted your head behind him where people were busy walking back and forth in the hallway. Maverick let out sighs and tug you with him. He brought you to the janitor closet.

He closed the door behind him and kiss you on the lips. You are taken aback by this but kiss him back afterwards. He tugs you closer by the waist and rests your back on the door. He deepened the kiss and You wrap your arms around his neck. You pull back to catch your breath while Maverick tries to catch your lips.

"Why you always so horny" you bit your lip to contain your smile and shook your head.

"I'm not horny, I'm just trying to kiss my girl" he scoffed and leaned down to kiss you again but you put your hand on his chest.

"That it's not a kiss, baby," You give him a chaste kiss on his lips "this is a kiss. That was made out" you brush his hair and looked at him softly.

Maverick bit his lips and smiled. He cock his eyebrows "it's not make out, darling, this is make out" he leaned down and kiss you hard on the lips. He licks your lips to gain access to your mouth, when you open your mouth, Maverick shove his tongue into you. Your make-out session becomes hotter, he massages your breast through your uniform. When he tries to open your trouser, knocks on the door interrupts him.

"Mav, we ready for your physical test" Hondo's voice muffled behind the door. He pulls back immediately and rests his forehead on your shoulder to calm down himself.

"Yeah, I'll be down in sec" he called out. You lick your lips and played with his hair.

"C'mon captain, there's someone we need to slap in the face," You told him. Maverick then lift his head from your shoulder and kiss your forehead.

***

You sat beside Hondo in the control room. Maverick voice begins to fill the room.

"Control, this is Dark Star. How do you read?"

"Dark star, control. Loud and clear. How me?" Hondo is gonna lead the test for today while you sat and watched the progress until Admiral Cain is coming.

"Loud and clear. Takeoff precheck's complete. Ready for A.P.U start."

"Ready left engine start. Ready right engine start. Thumbs for taxi." All of the WCOs then give the thumbs up for Hondo "We are ready for taxi." You rest your back in your seat. You folded one of your arms on your stomach and other you raise your fist to your mouth and begin to bite at it.

"Tower, this is dark star. We are taxiing with information Alpha."

"Dark star, you are clear to taxi. Runway 21. Winds 210, 10." The traffic controller gives clearance for Maverick .

"Fuel temps are looking good."

"Control concurs."

"Battery's holding at 95%. The cabin pressure looks good."

"Control concurs."

"Tower, this is dark star. We're ready for takeoff. Requesting an unrestricted climb to 600 and above."

Traffic controller "Dark star, the runway and skies are yours."

You heard on your headphone that Admiral Cain just pulled up on the gate, you stopped fidgeting and looked at Hondo. Hondo looked at you with consent for a sec and looked back to the screen to tell Maverick through the radio.

"Maverick, Cain just pulled up to the gate. It's not too late to stop, buddy. You know what happens to you if you go through with this." Hondo told him.

"I know what happens to everyone else if I don't," Maverick muttered, his mind already set. You saw everyone in the room look at the screen with hope. They're like family to you, working side by side for a year and they've to go back to working in the boring facility while waiting for a new program called to them if this program got shut down.

Hondo tilted his head down. "Dark star is ready for takeoff."

You touch Hondo's hand, he lifts his gaze to you. You nodded at him reassuring him that we should try this. Hondo let out a deep sigh and begin to prepare for take-off.

"Everyone, go for takeoff, starting with the engine."

"Engine, go."

"Thermals, go."

"Fuel, go."

"Electric, go."

"Control surfaces, go."

All of the WCOs cleared Maverick for takeoff. "Dark star, control. You're cleared for takeoff."

You let out a sigh when Maverick takeoff the plane. The real test has started. "Dark star, you are cleared above 600. Increase to Mach 3.5.

"Cleared above 600. Increase to Mach 3.5."

The door to the control room is slammed open and Admiral Cain walked inside, he looked pissed "Admiral. Uh, just in time, sir." Hondo great him. Admiral Cain took off his aviator.

"I'm early. So are you. Care to explain?" He asked harshly. He looked at you, but you glare at him and rolled your eyes. You looked back to the screen in front of you.

"Transitioning to scramjet." The Engines jet roaring.

"Uh, mav, Admiral Cain is asking..." Hondo furrowed his eyebrows

"Ordering." Cain corrects him.

"Ordering that we bring her down."

Maverick then imitates audio distortion "Op... oop... Alpha... three, oh... as sing... ach... Ive... 4, and... within six..." you can see humour on his face. You smile at him and bit your lips to suppress your laugh. Hondo turned to Cain

"This is where we've had trouble with comms, sir. It's the earth's curvature. It's called 'earth bulge.' " All of the WCOs in the room suppress their laugh at Cain's expression that looked pissed and confused.

"Did anyone offer you a coffee?" Hondo ask him, but Cain just raised his eyebrow to him "Okay." Hondo nodded and looked back to the screen.

The sound of the screen beeping reaches all of your attention "He's at Mach 7, pushing 8."

"Flight data?" Hondo asked the WCO

"Receiving. Data is good."

"Temperature's climbing. The response is still stable. We're feeling good."

The screen beeping with the increased speed "Mach 8.8. 8.9. Mach 9."

"He's the fastest man alive," Hondo whispered and shook his head in disbelief.

"Talk to me, goose." Your heartache every time Maverick call Goose's name. You begin fidgeting again in your seat.

The screen beeps every time Mav increase his speed "Mach 9.1. 9.2. Mach 9.3. 9.4. Approaching high hypersonic."

The warning beeps begin to appear "Windshield hot caution." The alarm begins blaring. You almost stand up from your seat. "Surface temp rising." You heard Maverick grunts and gasps. You stand up in your seat and looked closely at the screen. Maverick gasps and shouts out when the speed begins to close to Mach 10.

"Mach 10!" All of you in the room begin to cheer. You hug Hondo and he lifts you from the floor. You give Admiral Cain a smug smile and he rolled his eyes at you.

"Put that in your Pentagon budget!" One of the WCOs shout out to him and Cain whipped his head to him. You snorted and sit down again.

But this is when you begin to panic, Maverick always want to test his limits.

"Don't do it, baby" you muttered to the radio.

"Oh, don't do it. Don't do it." Hondo do the same but Maverick increase the speed to Mach 10.1 "oh shit"

You shook your head and rest your back on the chair. You put your hand on your temple and begin to massage them. At least he hit the Mach 10 he promise you.

"You got some balls, stick jockey. I'll give you that." Cain gritted his teeth and turn to you, he shook his head at you.

The alarm begins to blare and suddenly the screen turns black, lost connection to the plane. You jump on your seat with Hondo. "Maverick. Maverick!" Hondo tries to call him but no response.

Admiral Cain scoffed, he then turn to you "(Y/N), I need to talk to you. In your office" He turns around and leaves the room. People in the room looked at you, but you just give them a tight-lipped smile. You pat Hondo's shoulder and followed Admiral Cain to your office.

****

Admiral Cain sits on your chair in your office. You sit opposite him with your arms crossed.

He looked at the pictures you placed on your des. There's the picture of you, your sister, and him on your graduation day, and your picture with Maverick on your vacation in Bora-Bora, Maverick is shirtless with his black short and you wearing a white bikini. Maverick lift you from the ground, hand resting on your butt and your arms wrapped in his neck. He kisses you on the lips with his aviator still on. The background is sunset in Bora-Bora.

The second picture is you and Maverick kissing in at night in your hotel room with Eiffel Tower in the background.

Admiral Cain turns down your pictures with Maverick. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Congratulations, your program is successful" he rests his elbows on the table.

"Thanks to Maverick. If it weren't for him, maybe my program will be shut down by now" You scoffed at him.

He rests his back on the chair. "I'm not gonna thank that punk" He shook his head.

You tsk and let out a sigh. You place your hand on the table. "Dad, get over it, we've been together for two years now"

"And I still don't like him," He said sternly. You frowned and folded your arms again "You never like every man I date"

"I like that British boy" He shrugs and rests his back again on the chair.

"You threatened him by holding a gun in front of him" you exclaimed. You still remember when your sister told you what your dad doing to that poor boy. He is just a sweet little boy who you met through your physic class. You've been dating for three months back there. Your dad threatened him when he want to pick you up for a date. He run off immediately and cancelled your date that day.

You try to call him, try to talk to him in person but he avoided you. And next week, your friend told you he moved out back to England. You told your sister about this, and she said she saw dad threatening the poor boy by holding a gun in front of him.

You adore your dad, he raised you alone with your sister when your mom passed away when you were three years old. He became a single father with two daughters, and his work in the Navy made it very difficult for him, thanks to his Mom that helps your dad through this. Every time he got deployed, you and your sister gonna stay in your grandma's house. But sadly, your grandma passed away when you were in high school.

You remember crying over to him when he got deployed one day, you don't want with your Grandma or your sister, you just want him. He calm you down before going and make him late for deployment. Because of that, he get a suspended for a week.

"I just give him an example of what happens if he tries to hurt you, sweetheart. And Same goes for him" he pointed out to the frame he turn down.

"And next week he moved out back to England" you retorted. After this, you don't speak to him for a week. It tortures him, and you know that. After that, he agrees to never be involved in your love life again.

But he have his own way to make all of the men especially Navy men will go away from you. He'll make them stationed in the middle of a desert. Or send you to another country for a special mission.

But Maverick, he can't make him stay away from you. He even tries to make him discharged from the Navy, but again, he come back.

He knows who Maverick is. His reputation among every Admiral is not surprising. His relationship with Admiral Benjamin's daughter is always been talked about by every Admiral in the Navy.

But, he knows you're an Adult now. You're 30 years old and can choose what is bad or not for you. But he doesn't want you to end up like Benjamin's daughter.

Maverick tries to gain his trust and he almost falls with it. He gives you the Dark Star program and sends Maverick away to the desert, but somehow, he's back and becomes your tester pilot. And now you've been seeing each other every day for this past year and it's just made you and Mav grew closer.

He knows any of this because he always has his eyes on you.

Cain let out a sigh. "Look, I'm here isn't want to discuss about your love life. I'm here because They need you to test some weapons" he leaned closer and rest his arms on the desk.

"They? Or you?" You lifted your eyebrows to him.

"They, Pentagon, The Navy. They have an upcoming mission in four weeks" He remarked. You looked at him suspiciously. "Where?"

"CVN-71" He shrugs

You looked at him with wide eyes and scoffed "So you'll send me to the middle of Ocean now? Is this your way again to make me and Maverick broke up? Because it will not be happening. I love him dad" you looked at him like a kicked puppy. This is what he is afraid of, his little daughter loves a man beside him. And that man is Maverick. He really should shoot him with one of his drones while he's in Afghanistan.

"No, they really need you now. And I'll not bother you with Captain Mitchell again after this" He said to you softly.

"You said that last time, but you send me to Korea for four months, Dad" You exclaimed. And looked away from him.

Cain then let out a sigh "I mean it this time Sweetie" he said softly. You turn to him and looked at him in the eyes.

"If you mean it, you sign the paper in front of you" you nodded to the brown folder on top of your desk. On the cover is written "Cain Declaration".

He opens the folder and reads what is inside of it. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you. "Okay, if it'll make you believe me" he took your pen from the desk and sign the paper. You smile triumphantly and took the folder when he's done signing the paper. "Good, and try to be nicer with him this time" you stand up from your seat.

"Not happening" he shook his head.

"You just sign this" you pointed to the folder in your hand.

"To accept your relationship with him, not be nice nor like him," he said sternly and pointed to the folder in your hand.

You smirked and pull out a folded paper in your trouser pocket "Op, I forget to tell you. There are two pages in here, where you have to be nice and treat him like your friend. If it's not, I'm gonna brought you to court" you open the door and walked out.

Cain shook his head with your demeanour "I still don't like him" he called out but you already walked away.

***

Maverick is escorted by two men holding guns behind him. You waited for him in the corner outside your office. You rest your back on the wall behind you and tap your foot patiently.

Maverick with his dirty flight suit, helmet in his hand, smiling when he looked at you waiting for him. He jogs up to you.

"Hey.." He stands in front of you and grins. You smile, when he thinks you're gonna hug him, you punch his chest hard. "Don't do that again you freak" he let out grunts and rub the sore part.

"Sorry darling" he gasps, he has to be careful with your punch, you have a good punch. You let out a sigh and wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, not caring about the dirty suit he wears. Mav snakes one arm to your waist and kisses your exposed neck.

The two men that escorted Maverick leaving you to give you sometimes. You know them because they were your Dad soldiers. You met them whenever you visit your dad in his office.

"Is your Dad already waiting for me?" He pull back and looked at you lovingly.

"Yup.." you nodded. Maverick let out a sigh, he tossed his head down and pursed his lips. "What he's gonna do this time, honorably discharge me or send me to another desert?" He lifts his eyebrows.

"I don't know, but I think he wouldn't do that again" you shrug. Maverick cock his eyebrows, confused why your dad didn't want to punish him anymore.

When he wants to ask why, one of the two men that escorted him before appears to inform him. "Sir, Admiral Cain is ready for you"

"I'll tell you later, now, go face him. And don't piss him too much" You pat his cheek. He gives you a cheeky smirk. "I'll try"

"I love you" He kisses your forehead and follows the man to your office.

"I love you too" you called out, he turn back and give you a small.

****

You wait for him in the waiting area near the entrance. When you saw him walk toward you with a smile on his face, you stand up. He placed his helmet on the table and stood in front of you.

"So, what did he say," you ask him. Maverick hug you tight and lift you from the ground, you let out a squeal.

"They called me back to Top Gun," he said happily. You smile nervousness at him. "Oh.."

Maverick frowned and looked at your expression, "hey, I know a nice place where we can live near the beach. We can go there by bike, you said you always want a road trip with me. How does it sound?"

You bit your lips and looked down, Maverick saw this and know something isn't right. He placed his finger under your chin and lift your face to look at him. He saw your sad look "What happens, darling. Talk to me" he cup your face softly.

"Baby, I'll have another mission. They want me to test some weapons for an upcoming mission" you hesitated. Maverick let out a sigh and bite his lips. He shakes his head, he knows is too good to be true.

"Where?" he looked at you again.

"CVN-71" you muttered.

" In the middle of the Ocean! That's too far, how can I reach you? Is this your dad's way to separate us again? Sending me to North Island and you to Ocean?" His face looked hurt. He frowned.

You shake your head and rest your hands on his biceps. "No baby no. I think this mission is really important because my dad would never send me to the middle of the Ocean. He said after this mission he wouldn't budge us again" Maverick sighed and brought you to his arms. You snake your arms to his mid-section and rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses your head and inhales your hair scent.

"He said that last time and send you to Korea" he muttered on your hairline.

"That's why I made him sign that" you turned to the folder on the table 'Declaration of Cain'. Maverick chuckled and just hug you tight "But I'm gonna miss you"

"I'm gonna miss you too. We still can call or face time" you shrug in his arms.

"Why the world is so cruel. I just wanna be with my girl, have her in my arms every day" he muttered dramatically. You lift your head from his shoulder and wrap your arms in his neck. You smile and rolled your eyes at his frown.

You leaned toward him and kiss him. Maverick smile and gladly kiss you back. He cup your cheeks and deepened the kiss. Your kiss doesn't go further when someone clears their throat. You drift apart and saw your father standing beside you two with a disgust looked on his face.

"(Y/N), your chopper is ready. Your gonna take off now" he nodded at you. Maverick widened his eyes. "Right now!? We didn't even say goodbye" He stood beside you and wrap his arms on your shoulder.

"You already said your goodbye." He told him harshly. Cain then turned to you "C'mon (Y/N)" He walked away to the tarmac where Chopper already waiting.

"I love you, Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell" You smiled at him and hug him one more.

"I love you too, (Y/N) Cain" he kisses your forehead. You entangled yourself from him and follow your father outside. Maverick saw you with frowned through the glass door until you climb into the Chopper and flew leaving him alone. Once again.

He let out a deep sigh and the soldiers that gonna escorted him before, called him. "Sir.." they'll take him to his quarter.

Maverick know, he'll gonna meet you again soon, he just know it. He just has to survive whatever waiting for him on North Island.

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Where has romance gone today? ∥ P. Mitchell

Top Gun: Maverick

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Reader

Word count: 4.2k (I'm sorry)

Summary: Y/N goes on a failed date, and decides to head over to the hard deck to drink the remainder of the night away… until a certain pilot goes to comfort her....

Things have to be consistent if they aren’t the whole system is off balance; Morning traffic, Rooster and Hangman going at each other’s throats, Phoenix drinking all the coffee just to hear Fanboy’s cries of pain, as Bob tries to comfort him. All of these are necessities for a successful day. However, Y/N decided to ruin it today with little care to the system being off balance.

Everyone immediately noticed the sudden change of their beloved sarcastic, and cynical pilot known as ‘Y/N “Y/CS/N” Y/LN’, that sudden change was in the form of her being unusually nice… Overly nice to everyone.

Rooster was the first one to notice something was off, considering Y/N always lets Hangman and him argue for about 2 minutes and 33 seconds before yelling at them to shut up, but the argument was inching closer to 3 minutes and 45 seconds without a peep from the female pilot.

This alone piqued Rooster’s interest considering Y/N has three things she does every day, Yells at him for arguing with Hangman, after that she cusses Phoenix out for leaving the coffee pot on with nothing in it, but Y/N merely shrugged her shoulders as they argued for almost four minutes and at the burnt empty pot, and instead waited for the coffee to finish up.

“What the hell are you staring at Bradshaw?..” left Seresin’s mouth after noticing Rooster wasn’t engaging in their childish argument anymore. It takes Rooster a few moments to respond, shifting his gaze from Y/N’s form to the blonde pilot to his left “uh at Y/N, something is just off with her today” Seresin was already annoyed with Bradshaw but his vague response, had him rolling his eyes “What do you mean?”

Before he could respond Y/N was leaving the room with two cups of coffee in hand, meaning the third thing was about to be put into action. Rooster simply blurts out “Just follow me” before leaving the rec room to follow Y/N out, leaving Hangman confused until he followed the pilot “So you mind telling me why we are stalking Y/N?”

Rooster put his hand up to halt Seresin’s walking but it was a little too late when the latter slammed into him “W-why are you so close to me?? And it’s not stalking, something is off like Y/N is either high on crack, or someone cut Y/N’s face off and sewed it on theirs cause that is not Y/N” The thought of punching Rooster was tempting at the passing seconds, but Hangman opted for the peaceful option “What the actual fuck are you talking about?” Rooster was regretting ever telling Hangman to follow him, “Y/N is acting overly nice to everyone, she didn’t threaten to castrate us when we were arguing for over three minutes. She didn’t even throw a fit when she noticed Phoenix left the coffee pot on with nothing in it. So, I am waiting on Lt. Barlowe to make his move” The two shifted their gaze from each other to Y/N and back.. “Lt. Barlowe as in Lozier?? What does he have to do with Y/N?” Rooster couldn’t understand why Hangman was having such a hard time grasping what he was talking about, simply dismissing it with a roll of his eyes.

Rooster grabbed Hangman’s jaw and directed his gaze towards the direction of Y/N ignoring Lt. Barlowe as he put his arm around her shoulder. Usually Y/N would have gone for his throat by now but instead she was just brushing it off with a simple ‘good flying’

The only thing breaking their gaze from the scene that unfolded in front of them was Hangman slipping out “Something is wrong with Y/N”

Y/N made her way into the hanger, directing her body to stop in front of Maverick’s sitting form before handing him the cup of coffee “Thank you, Y/CS/N! What’s got you smiling so much?” Y/N slowly seated herself in the chair next to him, taking a sip of her coffee before sending the man to her right a sweet smile “Oh nothing sir, it’s just a good day.” The reason why it was a ‘good day’ Y/N had a date, tonight at 1900 and she wasn’t going to let anything ruin her day, not the two man-children arguing, the burnt coffee pot, or Barlowe’s pathetic advancements.

Maverick raised his brow at her response “Did you figure out a way to murder Bradshaw and Seresin without getting caught?” Y/N’s giggle filled the spacious hanger, but Maverick’s suspicion was answered when Rooster and Hangman entered the Hanger moments later.

19:20 ~

The guy showed up twenty minutes late, but Y/N decided to just brush it off with an “Oh don’t worry about it Daniel, you are fine! Shall we go?” and with that not only did they enter the beach-front restaurant but Y/N also started the worst date in her life.

It started fine until he decided to throw an off comment on what Y/N choose to eat “I would have gone with the salad y'know.. Haha I'm kidding! Should we get drinks?” he wasn’t kidding at all though.

Y/N decided to shift the conversation in a different direction asking Daniel about himself. She soon found out how he’s a narcissistic asshole with a god complex as he was finishing off his dramatic ‘I could/should have joined the Military sob story’

“Yeah, y’know fuck ‘em, they wasted so much of my time and rejected me on such a bullshit technicality. I was too good for them anyways so I guess it all worked out, in all honesty it was their loss” at that Y/N had to force her eyes from rolling back into her head, Daniel didn’t seem to notice the unimpressed look on Y/N’s face and instead of having a conversation with someone, he continued to have a one-sided conversation with himself about himself… This guy was such a fucking asshat

–

‘I really shoved my sorry ass into this dress, did my makeup and hair for this guy? Fuck my life.. Maybe I should call Phoenix to help get me out of this. Ehh No, I made my bed, I will sleep in it instead of ruining her Friday night’

–

To say Y/N was over the moon when the check came, was an understatement, she almost cried in joy, considering this was the first time in hours that Daniel was quiet until he ruined the moment.

Daniel looked at the check and then back at you “Sooo what are my chances of going home with you tonight? Y/N’s jaw set in place to stop the ‘Go fuck yourself’ from crawling through her lips, instead she placed a sweet smile on her face “They are as slim as your chances of getting into the military” at that she grabbed a twenty out of her purse and walked out while muttering ‘ fucking asshole’

—

As she walked out, vowing to get drunk to never remember this night she heard a rushed “Y/N wait, Hey! Wait” just the sound of Daniel’s voice made her want to scream but she still stopped and waited for him to continue. “Look I don’t know, what happened in there but I was having a good time, I don’t get why you had to ruin everything. But I’m a nice guy and I’m willing to forget about it, come on the night is still young. What do ya say?”

Y/N honestly was in shock, just trying to process what came out of this asshat’s mouth… she snapped out of said shock when she throat punched Daniel when he kissed her, “Jesus Christ, do you even hear yourself right now, you literally need fucking mental help.”

Before closing her car door she heard a wheezed out “Is that a no to a second date?”

Y/N thought about going home taking a nice bath and crying into her bath water, but the tequila stocking the Hard Deck’s walls was calling her. Which is how she found herself leaning against the worn counters with shot glasses filled to the brim with amber liquid in front of her. She was probably going to regret this in the morning, but she couldn’t care less.

Hangman’s eyes drifted through the bustling bar as he waited for Bradshaw to finish up his turn, in all honesty he was getting annoyed at how long Bradshaw was taking until a woman leaning against the bar caught his eyes. He couldn’t help as his eyes followed along her curves through the fitted black dress, but like most things Bradshaw had to ruin his peace. “Bagman, earth to Bagman this is your commander speaking. It's your turn” Bradshaw’s snapping fingers in front of his face broke his gaze from the figure against the bar. Seresin’s vision focused on the annoying pilot in front of him “yeah what? Are you finally done?”

Rooster turned towards the direction of the bar to see what Hangman was staring at “I have been done for a couple of minutes now, what are you staring at man?” Seresin brushed a hand up to fix his hair before giving Rooster a smirk “What I’m doing later tonight, be right back” and with that he left in the direction of the bar.

Rooster rolled his eyes before yelling “Coyote get your ass over and play”

Y/N was in mid-process of drowning another shot when she felt someone occupy the space to the left of her. “Mind if I join you, sweetheart?” Filtered through the smirk permanently plastered on Hangman’s gorgeous face. Y/N set the shot glass upside down in front of her before shifting her body towards him “Seresin, is that really the best you could come up with” the smirk dropped in mere seconds of seeing the familiar face “Well baby what can I say, if I would have known it was you I would have pulled out my best lines. But uh.. in all seriousness are you okay?” after silence settled he added a quick “you look great by the way”

At that Y/N laughed “Wow, you couldn’t tell it was me? you really know how to make a girl feel memorable” Seresin couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Y/N’s teasing “to be fair, I have only ever seen you in either your flight suit or your uniform. But, I could get used to seeing you like this.. And you didn’t answer my question, Are you okay? ”

“Well I will be fine when I get a few more shots in me” Y/N signaled Penny for more shots, while Hangman raised a brow “It’s stupid, I had a really bad date, so I chose the bar over going home”

The conversation ended when Penny placed the shots in front of the two of them while throwing a sympathetically look at the two. Y/N drowned the shot, before she could reach for the other one, Seresin finished it.

Before Y/N could motion towards Penny for more shots, Hangman grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up with him. He knew Y/N’s plan of drowning herself in tequila wasn’t going to fix her horrible night, which is why he was steering her in the direction of the team.

Rooster was mid-smack-talking Coyote for his poorly thought out shots, when he noticed Y/N and Hangman making their way over to the group. Rooster’s sudden silence had everyone shift their gaze to where he was starting. Upon seeing Y/N in a fitted dress and heels a chorus of wolf whistles and “Damnn Y/CS/N”

Y/N’s face became flushed at the attention and looked back at Hangman who was already staring at her “Okay sweetheart you can either play a round of pool against me or go to Phoenix and Bob, it’s up to you. What do you want us to do?”

Y/N was shocked at how genuinely sweet the usual arrogant blonde was being towards her “I think I will sit this one out, and sit by them” Seresin simply nodded “I’ll go get you another drink then, okay?”

Like promised, Hangman brought Y/N over another drink before pushing his way into the game of pool. Y/N somewhat kept up her end of the bargain, she just sat a few chairs away from everyone and opted for putting her head in the crook of her elbows that were on the table. Y/N knew if she sat next to Phoenix and Bob, they would ask what happened and want to kill the guy.. Well Phoenix would want to kill the guy.

Maverick knew something was off by Y/N’s quiet demeanor, which is why he didn’t hesitate to occupy the seat next to her. ”What happened?” paired with a slight nudge to her shoulder, at that Y/N slowly lifted her head from the crook of her elbow. The only reply she could muster was a “Hi, Mav” the sight in front of Maverick broke his heart, he could tell Y/N was crying by the damp streaks going down her face. A weak smile formed on her lips at hearing “Hi, Y/N… you okay princess?” before she could reply, Maverick made quick work of brushing away the newly forming tear from her cheek. “It was just a bad day is all, I’m tired and probably look like shit right now but I’m okay”

Maverick sent her an understanding look “You sure? If you don’t want to talk about it we don’t have to… And well if it helps any you look absolutely beautiful” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh before returning to her previous position “Running Mascara and all?” tilting her head up to give the man next to her a pointed look “Yes, running Mascara and all”

A comforting silence settled between the two as Maverick stared at Y/N’s softening features. Until Y/N’s small broken voice filtered through the air around them “I went on a date..” Maverick’s frown deepened at hearing the word ‘date’ but Y/N’s eyes were cast down towards the bubble rising to the top of her beer “A date huh.. What happened on the date?”

“I don’t know, Mav.. it was a shit show from the beginning, he showed up twenty minutes late” Y/N heard him blurt out “Red flag” before letting her continue uninterrupted “The guy literally talked about himself the whole time, and he asked me if he was ‘going to get lucky tonight’ because if he wasn’t, then he wasn’t going to pick up the check. Then after I leave the restaurant he follows me out to tell me ‘ I don’t know, what happened in there but I was having a good time, I don’t get why you had to ruin everything’ … Mav, I just don’t understand why this shit always happens to me, like I get so excited and get my hopes up just for them to be total assholes that try to shove their tongues down my throat like what happened tonight, I hones….” Maverick cut you off before letting you continue the rant “Y/N, what his name” Y/N felt her heart flutter at Maverick’s protective nature “I will certainly not give you his name, I already know what you are thinking… plus I already punched him in the throat” Y/N’s mouth went dry as the words “That’s my girl” left Maverick’s lips but pushed on to continue her rant about why Daniel ain’t shit.

Maverick took Y/N’s silence as the signal that the rant was over “Bad dates happen Y/N, they are learning experiences after all. But I have a feeling that isn’t the only thing bothering you, is it?” Y/N was hesitant as if weighing her options after he finished his question “I- I just don’t get why I keep trying, maybe that asshat was right, that I ruin everything.. It would explain why all my relationships go to shit, it’s my fault”

The surrounding air became thick, Y/N cursed herself the seconds those words left her lips. She was too scared to even look at the man beside her, and instead focused her line of sight on the stained watermark on the worn table like it was the most fascinating thing ever. Maverick took notice of Y/N’s newly found obsession and let his gaze follow along her finger tracing the blemish, he felt bad the second he broke her focus, “Y/CS/N, sometimes things don’t work out the way we want them, but relationships ending are a part of life and yeah it’s not great but you’ve to keep in mind, they ended for a reason… It’s not your fault that people change and outgrow relationships, you can’t blame yourself for making mistakes because you’re experiencing life as you grow into yourself. “

“Y’know Pete, I joined the Navy after I broke up with ‘the so-called love of my life to heal and become a new, changed person, but instead I just ran away from my problems. It’s just that sometimes change isn’t always for the best…I wonder how things would have played out if I would have just stayed and tried… huh maybe my dad was right too, he used to always tell me, I was hard to love.. God, he was fucking right maybe I fucking deserve to end up alone at this point”

Maverick was used to Y/N being brutally honest but hearing her be so critical of herself as if she was simply talking about flight maneuvers with him, well it was concerning to say the least. “Don’t say that about yourself, that guy is an asshole and so is your dad, they know nothing about you. I know you and I can say this for a fact, Everyone on this team will say you are one of the most caring people they know, that always gives it her all even when things aren’t in her favor. But most importantly, they know they can rely on you no matter what and vice versa. Y/N, you aren’t going to end up al∥one ever, because you have this team, and no matter what you have me. You aren’t hard to love, they just didn’t try.”

Y/N’s facial expression was a mixture of adoration at the aging man in front of her and wanting to cry at how frustrating this night had been. “Thanks Mav, I appreciate that a lot… I uh I think I’m just gonna head home, so you can salvage the rest of your night” Maverick’s mood shifted at the thought of her leaving, “Hmm what are you planning to do with the rest of your night?” Y/N huffed out a deep sigh while playing with the glass in front of her, “Well there’s a bottle of wine calling my name, along with a shitty romcom soo I guess that.. Goodnight Mav” Y/N sneaked a quick kiss on his cheek, before sliding out of her chair to leave.

Maverick watched as her figure vanished through the Hard Deck’s door “That kiss on your cheek got you that flustered?” Maverick’s resting smile dropped as he registered what Rooster said, “Bradl-” Rooster cut him off, before hearing whatever bullshit excuse the aging pilot would use “ Is Y/N okay? I saw her crying when y’all were talking…” Maverick’s only response was a sigh with a quiet ‘Bradley’ as the dirty blonde made a move to head towards the bar’s door, he felt Maverick grab his arm stopping him in his tracks “Just give her time, she’s not having the best night. She just needs time to process things”

Looking around the bar as if to calm himself, Rooster let out a defeated sigh as he dropped himself into Y/N’s previous seat “Want another beer?”

The car ride home consists of Bonnie Taylor’s Total Eclipse of the Heart blaring thru the car’s speakers and Y/N crying mixed with screaming along to the lyrics before reaching her driveway.

The second Y/N stepped through the threshold, she was kicking her heels off to the side, and making her way towards her bedroom while trying to peel her dress off after a few minutes of cursing and wiggling she got the second skin off.

Y/N’s gaze shifted from her bed to the doorway leading to the living room as if trying to make up her mind on her night's plan, but the wine calling to her made up her mind for her. But, it wasn’t Y/N’s night after all the so-called wine calling for her was empty, so she reached for the bottle of Malibu. Y/N was weighing her options until deciding ‘meh why not’ considering she already unscrewed the lid and sent it across the kitchen as she was already halfway to her couch.

Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off the screen as rain drops soaked through Tom Selleck’s ivory button-up, she was too enraptured at the beautiful man in front of her, that she didn’t hear the first ring of her doorbell until heavy knocks pelt down on her front door. Y/N’s gaze shifted from Tom Selleck to her front door, until finally sighing in defeat and making her way to the door.

Maverick was starting to doubt his decision, ‘Y/N could already be asleep’ but before he could make up his mind the door in front of him is yanked open to reveal Y/N on the other side, in an oversized shirt with a bottle of malibu hanging from her left hand.

Maverick’s gaze rose from the bottle to her eyes, before sending her a pointed look “You said, it was going to be wine” Y/N only rolled her eyes in response and started to walk back towards her couch leaving Maverick to follow “The wine was gone so this is the next best thing, don’t judge me Pete… why are you here though?

Maverick was quiet as he watched her throw herself onto the plush couch, before letting his eyes look around her house until they landed on Tom Selleck soaking wet “Well I came to watch Her Alibi with you, duh.. And I worried about you, but I don’t know what I was thinking coming here I'm sorry for bothering you, I can go if you want me to..” She sent a soft smile and simply patted the seat next to her, after Maverick made himself comfortable the bottle of Malibu was passed to him. “I’m surprised you even know what Her Allbi is, and for your information I think it’s sweet you came here unannounced to check up on me.

Tom Selleck's character Philip’s suave voice echoed through Y/N’s living room “Doesn’t anybody recognize love anymore? The tensions, the pain, uncertainty, the cold sweats, the nauseous feelings that swell in the pit of your stomach…Where has romance gone today?” Maverick’s looked over at Y/N, who was fully engrossed in the scene unfolding in front of her eyes that she didn’t even notice he wasn’t paying attention to the film anymore, instead he was observing the woman leaning into his side.

“Is the movie really that boring?” Y/N’s gaze finally left the TV, as her head tilted up to look at Maverick, it took him a few moments to register her words “No, I’m just thinking about what Phillip said” after watching Y/N’s face contoured into confusion he took that as his queue to continue “ People not recognizing love anymore… the yearning, uncertainty and those nauseous feelings, well that’s how I- I feel whenever I am around you.” Y/N cut off his confession, with three blinks followed by “I make you nauseous?”

Maverick’s eyes widen at Y/N’s dejected tone “No, No Y/N it’s hard to explain, but it’s like whenever I’m around you I’m content like everything is right in the world but I am also scared that I will do something to ruin it all.. I constantly think about you, and worry about you… and I miss you the second you say ‘goodbye’. I’m just– I love you is what I’m trying to say”

Silence filled the living room until Y/N shifted causing the couch to creak under the two of them, as Y/N pulled Maverick’s lips down to meet her own. It took Maverick a few seconds to comprehend what was happening until he was sliding his hand into her hair to deepen the kiss, but Y/N started to pull away leaving Pete to chase after her lips “Pete I love you too, but I do have one question” his response was a muffle hmm vibrated against her as he continued kissing down her neck “Would you like to go on a date with me?” Maverick slowly returned to his previous position to look at Y/N, before a rushed “Yes, I would love to” drifted past his lips before he pulled her into another kiss.

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