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God Blessed Texas | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, light choking, exhibitionism, established relationship - Minors, do NOT interact

Summary: Jake and reader have always had a healthy, active sex life during the course of their relationship. But when she gets turned on, she can’t stop herself from getting her hands on him, despite his entire squad in attendance.

A/N: Feels so good to be back! Finally managed to break out of my writer’s block by putting this little piece together after falling head over heels for Hangman. Let’s just hope y’all can see it and I don’t get shadowbanned.

Between the television on full blast and the group of aviators in her living room, the unmistakable sound of college football filled the entire house. It seemed as though the majority of the Dagger squad surrounded the TV, eyes glued to the screen as they watched her boyfriend’s beloved Texas Longhorns play. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, it was impossible for her to take her eyes off of him. Even in that gawdy rust orange that she secretly had grown to love (though she would never admit it), he did things to her that she couldn’t explain. Little things caught her attention and drove her wild, like the way he nervously licked his lips while his team played defense or his boisterous voice when they secured the first down. When he threw his hands up, celebrating the first Longhorns touchdown of the game, she mustered up every ounce of self control to keep herself from lunging forward at the mere sight of his exposed stomach. Even if it was the smallest glimpse for a nanosecond. She was parched, absolutely thirsty for the man.

The worst part was, he damn well knew it.

In an effort to distract herself, she disappeared into the kitchen to prepare more food, despite the the finger foods that already covered every square inch of their dining room table. Absentmindedly, she opened a bag of chips and poured them into a serving bowl before she made her way into the living room without a word. She placed the bowl in the center of the coffee table, which seemed to distract the rest of the squad, who immediately went for it as she walked around to the back of the couch. Bending down, she ran her fingers through the sandy blonde hair at the nape of his neck before her lips pressed against the shell of Jake’s ear. Attempting to be as quiet as possible, she whispered, “I know you’re busy right now but whenever you get a sec, I’d love to have your cock down my throat.” With a sweet peck to his cheek, she disappeared, heading in the direction of their shared bedroom with a bright smile and rose tinted cheeks. That was a first for her. Usually, he was the one with the filthy mouth, whispering naughty things to rile her up or to help push her over the edge. Part of her wished she could be in the other room, so she could witness the expression on his handsome face firsthand.

As she perched herself on the edge of the mattress, Jake slipped through the door, wearing a proud smile. “You dirty little thing,” he drawled, locking the door behind him. Strolling over to her, green eyes raked over her body. From head to toe, he drank her in. She smiled triumphantly, gaze locked with his as he slotted himself between her legs. They shared a heated look for a short moment before his mouth found hers. He cupped her face in his palms, wasting no time, slipping his tongue into her awaiting mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. She slipped her hands underneath his jersey, fingertips tracing the ridges of his abdomen. He broke their kiss, pulling back enough to look into her eyes with a devilish grin. “I believe there was something you wanted,” he teased, tracing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she nodded, licking her lips. Her hands fell to his belt, where she quickly went to work undoing the buckle. Turning her head, her lips parted briefly before wrapping around his thumb, gently sucking it into her mouth as she worked on the zipper of his jeans. “Fuck,” he groaned, voice thick with arousal. She released his thumb with a smile, tugging at the edge of his shirt. “I need to see you,” she whispered breathlessly. He wasted no time giving her what she wanted, reaching over his head and fisting a hand in the material before pulling it off his body completely. He didn’t have time to toss the fabric to the floor before her mouth was on him. She trailed wet, open mouth kisses down his chest until she pushed him back, just enough to allow her room to drop to her knees in front of him. With her eyes locked with his, she tugged down his jeans until they were pooled around his ankles. “Shit, baby,” he hissed when she mouthed his painfully hard cock through his boxer-briefs. Thankfully, she pulled the thin fabric down, allowing it to join his jeans as his erection sprung free.

Grabbing him by the base, she looked up at him through hooded eyes, her tongue connecting with his red, swollen tip. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, making her smile. The only thing that turned her on more than her boyfriend’s painfully good looks or his unbelievable body? The sounds he made during sex. As soon as she wrapped her lips around him, Jake’s hands tangled in her hair at the crown of her head. His jaw went slack, watching as he guided her to take the rest of him into her mouth. Although she gagged when he first touched the back of her throat, she closed her eyes and relaxed, taking a quick breath through her nostrils before going to work. “Baby, you look so damn pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he drawled, fighting the urge to rock his hips and fuck her face. He was usually the one in control. Therefore, on rare occasions where she took the lead, he happily followed.

She pulled back, removing just enough of him from her mouth to circle her tongue around his tip before sliding the rest of him back inside. He tugged at her roots and she moaned, the vibrations causing a grunt to fall from his parted lips. She squeezed her thighs together, searching for any kind of friction against her neglected clit. Going down on Jake was always something she enjoyed but there was something about him towering over her while she was on her knees that drove her wild. The roughness of his hands in her hair, the feel of his meaty thighs flexing under her palms, the wispy blonde hairs that he kept perfectly trimmed tickling her nose when she took every inch of him into her mouth. He dominated all of her senses and she could never get enough.

As she lost herself in him, his own resolve shattered in record time. “Fuck, let me look at you,” he demanded as he pulled her off of his cock with one hand, caressing her cheek with the other. In a matter of minutes, she went from looking perfectly dolled up to absolutely wrecked. Eyes watering, lips red and swollen, spit evident on her chin. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Then she smiled, still kneeling in front of him, looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky. His trademark smile lit up his face as he studied her face, whispering a quiet, “I love you.” He didn’t wait for her to respond before crashing his lips to hers.

Before she knew it, he was depositing her on the bed, easily maneuvering her body so she was lying on her stomach against the mattress with him behind her. The soft moment from before was long gone, replaced by a needy Hangman that physically ached to be inside of his girl. “Fuck me, Jake,” she begged, gasping as he yanked down shorts, the tiny pair of underwear she had on going with them. “Yes ma’am,” he murmured, Texas accent on full display as he grasped her hip with one hand, guiding his cock into her entrance sigh the other. By the grace of all things holy, her wetness allowed him to slide into home with one single thrust. He moaned, fully sheathed inside of her sweet cunt. “Oh shit,” she cried out at the sudden fullness, dropping her forehead against the bed as she gripped the comforter. “You feel so good, baby,” he stated, peppering kisses along her shoulder blades as he teased her with long, languid thrusts. He held her hip tight, fingertips digging into her flesh, keeping her ass flush against his hips as he reached forward, placing his hand over the back of hers and interlocking their fingers. With every push and pull of his hips, she could feel his muscles flex against her back, his warm breath ghosting the shell of her ear as he fucked her nice and slow. She squeezed his fingers, turning her head in search of his lips. He pulled back, shaking his head as he chucked quietly. “So desperate. You need more, honey?” She nodded, clenching around him.

Slowly, he increased the speed of his hips, still focusing on depth as he gave in, kissing her with every ounce of love he could muster, drinking in her little sounds. He released her hip, dragging his hand up her body before curling his fingers around her neck. She mewled under his touch and he smirked, fucking her with reckless abandon.

He knew they didn’t have long. By how, everyone was most likely aware the couple had slipped out for a quickie. But something about making his girl cum, while his coworkers sat in the other room spurred him on. “Goddamn, baby. I’m gonna cum,” he warned, continuing the perfect rhythm he had created. He knew she was close by the way she clenched around him, so when he applied just the slightest pressure to her neck, it was no surprise that she fell apart. “Jake,” she whined against his lips, body shaking underneath him as he held her close, spilling deep inside of her.

The sound of heavy breaths filled the air as the couple collapsed onto the bed. A content sigh escaped her lips, while he smiled from one ear to the other. Reluctantly, he pulled out and rolled off of her, disappearing into the bathroom and emerging with a warm, wet wash cloth. Jake Seresin knew all about aftercare.

After cleaning her up and helping her dress, he decided to do the same for himself. While he stepped onto his jeans, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. She stood in front of the vanity, brushing her hair in an attempt to put herself back together. He didn’t have the heart to tell her the freshly fucked glow, which she didn’t have before, would quickly give their secret away. Instead, he just smiled, tugging the jersey back over his head.

The loud sound of jeers mixed with a string of curse words caught their attention. Having completely forgotten about the game, Jake opened the bedroom door and sprinted to the living room, green eyes wide before settling on the television. “What happened?”

Coyote rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a laugh. Beside him, Bradshaw reached for his wallet, mumbling something under his breath.

“Longhorns won,” Natasha elaborated as Rooster, who looked like a wounded puppy, handed over a twenty-dollar bill to Payback. Everyone else seemed to be devouring the remainder of the food in the dining room.

Shaking his head, Jake took a seat, watching a replay of the last few plays that he missed while he was preoccupied. Y/N crawled onto his lap, offering him an ice-cold beer and a heart-stopping smile. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked, lifting the bottle to his lips, downing half the liquid in seconds. She shrugged, eyes flickering down his jersey before meeting his eyes. “God blessed Texas,” she grinned, quoting one of his favorite songs that he sang all the time.

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This made my entire week! I am so happy that it brought you as much joy as it brought me. Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts.

You in January | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Language, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, minimal use of Y/N

Summary: Reader comes to the realization that her heart belongs to someone that is not her fiancée. The only problem? It’s a little too late considering that it’s her wedding day.

Nestled away in the bridal suite, she had a perfect view of where the ceremony would take place outside. She watched as family and friends made their way over, taking their seats in front of the custom, handcrafted alter that was draped in lush greenery.

Everything was perfect. From the bright blue Texas skies that hung above without a single cloud in sight to the freshly cut flowers arranged in beautiful, ornate bouquets that hung at the start of each row. Her heart raced, pounding inside of her chest as the crowd grew in size. Today should be the happiest day of her life. Instead, she was petrified.

As the last of her bridesmaids received final touches to their hair and makeup, panic started creeping in. The sudden tightness in her chest making her feel as though she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “Are you ready?” A voice asked. Her throat burned from the knot that had formed as she turned to find her maid-of-honor, lips barely turning up as she forced a tight smile. “I just need a minute.” To her surprise, she managed to speak without her voice wavering. Her lifelong friend nodded before ushering everyone out of the suite and into the hall. “Take as long as you need. We’re ready when you are,” she murmured before closing the door.

Slowly, she strolled to the floor length mirror, eyes studying her reflection. The perfect amount of makeup on her face, enhancing her natural beauty and highlighting her best features. Hair styled exactly as she pictured it when she was a young girl, daydreaming about her future wedding. The long, sheer veil that was pinned to the crown of her head, secured by what felt like fifty bobby-pins. Then there was the dress. Despite the picture perfect image before her, she was falling apart on the inside.

With visibly shaky hands, she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her palms as she stormed to the doubledoors that lead from the bridal suite to the hall.

Opening the door less than one inch, she called for her maid of honor. Immediately, she answered “Yeah?”

She gripped the door handle, knuckles turning white as she swallowed back the bile in her throat. “Is Jake here?”

“Of course, he is.”

She exhaled, unaware that she was holding her breath in the first place. “Can you get him for me?”

“I don’t think we have time for t-“

She opened the door a little wider. That’s when her eyes met her friend’s, a pleading look on her face as she spoke, “I need to see him.” With an understanding nod, her maid-of-honor took off.

Growing tired of pacing due to the heavy weight of her gown, she crumbled to the floor in the corner of the room, a mess of tulle and chiffon pooled around her.

“Y/N?”

The sound of her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out the steady noise from the hall until she heard the sound of his voice. When his green eyes met hers, everything went calm. No one else had that kind of effect on her. After shutting the door behind him, he quickly stormed over to her. “Sweetheart,” He drawled as he crouched down in front of her, pulling her into his chest. “Come here. I’ve got you.” He hugged her tight as she clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen. That’s when the dam broke, tears that were sitting on her lash line finally spilling over, falling down her cheeks as her panic attack took over.

“I can’t do this,” she sobbed into his chest. Carefully, he cradled the back of her head with one hand. “Shhh, it’s okay.” With his free hand, he rubbed up and down her bare back, trying to sooth her. “Don’t talk like that. You can do anything you want to,” he encouraged, clearly under the impression that she was suffering from cold feet. Normal wedding day jitters. She shook her head from side to side, pulling back enough to peer up at him. “I don’t want to marry him,” she whispered, watching his eyes widen in surprise. He opened his mouth but quickly closed it, still trying to process her words. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, green eyes searching her face. For what, she didn’t know. “I’m sorry,” he paused, running his hands down the length of her arms before taking her hands in his. “What was that you said?” She sighed, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath, grounding herself before saying, “I don’t want to marry someone I’m not in love with.

She fully expected to find him staring at her with a dumbfounded expression when she opened her eyes or for him to bombard her questions. But when her eyes opened, there was Jake in all his glory, handsome and calm as ever. “Okay,” he murmured, getting to his feet, pulling her up with him. “What do you want to do?” He reached forward, taking her face into his warm palms before carefully wiping the tears from her cheeks with a gentle brush of his thumb. A sigh fell from her lips at his touch. He always treated her like fine china. “I just want to get out of here.”

He stopped thinking and tapped into his instincts, jumping into action. “Then let’s get out of here,” he drawled, gazing into her eyes, wearing his signature shit-eating grin. Moving quickly, she dashed to the vanity to retrieve her purse. She threw her phone inside before placing the strap over her shoulder. “Are you sure about this?” He asked one final time, extending his hand to hers, smile still in place. He didn’t doubt her for a second but he wouldn’t be able to live with himself without asking one last time. When her hand met his, it was the only thing he needed before emerging through the double doors, heading directly for the back exit.

Thankfully, luck was on their side as the hall was empty, making their run for the parking lot uneventful.

Except it turned out running across asphalt in a wedding dress was no easy task, so she tugged him to an abrupt stop, which allowed her to remove her stilettos from her feet. “Here,” he laughed, grabbing her heels in his hand before taking back off. She laughed, the sound music to his ears as her veil trailed in the wind behind her.

The couple arrived at his truck and he swung open the door for her to climb inside. Moving as fast as he could, he lifted her dress into the cab, stuffing it inside, making them erupt in laughter. The idea of changing crossed her mind for a split second but she couldn’t spend another second at that venue. “Jake,” she laughed, pulling the remainder of the fabric inside. “It’s fine,” she assured him before he finally shut the door. He rounded the front of the vehicle and climbed into the driver’s seat, tossing her shoes over his shoulder and into the back floorboard before he started the engine.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed, pulling onto the open road. “That just happened.” The reality of her actions started to sink in. She expected to feel regret, maybe even remorse. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, she felt nothing but relief. She smiled, glancing over at her best friend, who was now her personal savior. With his eyes forward, focusing on the road ahead, she took in the sight before her. Considering the dress code the groom established, she fully expected for Jake to show up in his dress whites. A silent ‘fuck you’ to her former fiancé, who Jake tolerated for her sake. The simple, yet classic suit he dawned would have looked nice on someone else but on Hangman? The look would have brought her to her knees, if she hadn’t been sitting in the cab of his pickup. He’d never looked better. “Y’alright over there?” He asked, glancing over at her with worried eyes. As she nodded, he reached over the console, placing his hand into her lap. “Never better,” she murmured, smiling from ear to ear. His eyes returned to the road but his own smile remained.

After a short, quiet drive, they pulled into the familiar drive at his place. It was a cozy, two-bedroom house, where she felt more at home then anywhere else. She tried to tell herself that it was because she watched over the place when he got called to different duty stations, thus making it feel like a second home. But she knew, deep down inside, it was because everything inside screamed Jake. From the University of Texas memorabilia scattered throughout the house to the countless medals proudly on display, reminders of him were everywhere. The moment they stepped inside, she visibly relaxed. He had to bite back a chuckle as she plopped down on the couch, happily sighing as she ripped the veil from her head. “Do you want to change?” He asked, tossing his keys onto the coffee table. They purposefully left their phones in the truck. “Yeah. Definitely,” she chuckled, looking down at her gown. He disappeared into his bedroom, while she focused on removing the never-ending bobby-pins from her hair.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to shower first, so I laid some clothes out on my bed,” he stated, returning to the living room. She looked up, watching as he shrugged out of his coat before his finger went to work removing his tie. “Figured you could use my bathroom.” Taking a break from her hair, she got to her feet. She strolled to his bedroom, the sound of her dress dragging against the hardwood. She didn’t bother trying to pick it up. She didn’t care what happened to the garment, it was no longer serving a purpose for her. “Jake,” she paused, standing in his doorway. “Thank you.” His lips tuned up into a soft smile as he headed for the kitchen. Shaking his head, he replied, “Go shower. I’ll make us something to eat.”

Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, she finished removing the remaining pins from her hair, silently cussing her hairdresser. As she tossed the final pin onto the counter, an exhausted sigh fell from her lips. Soon, she’d have to explain herself to the very same family members and friends that were in attendance to witness and celebrate her nuptials. But today wouldn’t be the day. Desperate to shower and climb into bed, she reached behind her back to unzip her dress. “Come on,” she muttered to herself, blindly reaching around, feeling for the zipper. It was nowhere to be found. She turned, putting her back to the mirror when she realized why her attempts were coming up empty. The zipper was inconveniently placed directly in the center of her back, completely out of her reach. Without thinking twice, she called for help. “Jake! Can you come here?” When he entered the bathroom, he found her leaning against the counter, a defeated look on her face. He lifted his brows in silent question and she straightened. “Can you unzip me? I can’t reach the damn thing.” She turned, pulling her hair over her shoulder, presenting her back to him. He mumbled a quick ‘mhm,’ before reaching for the zipper.

Looking in the mirror, she met those green eyes that always seemed to stop her in her tracks. The serious expression on his face surprised her, almost as much as the way he gripped her hips in his hands, zipper seemingly forgotten. He leaned down, resting his chin on her shoulder, eyes peering into her soul as he spoke, “I want you to know there’s never been a more beautiful bride.” While she fought to hide the fact that she was blushing, his lips pressed to her bare shoulder before he completing the task at hand. After unzipping her dress with ease, he retreated to the kitchen, leaving her a flustered mess.

Inside his room, standing at the foot of his bed, wrapped in the coziest towel to ever exist, she admired the clothes he selected. Beside a pair of dark gray sweats was a single shirt that she easily recognized as one of his favorites. A plain, white long-sleeved cotton t-shirt with the infamous Gilley’s logo on the breast pocket. She remembered making the purchase like it was yesterday, sending it to him while he was originally at Top Gun. It was their favorite movie to watch after a night downtown. She slipped the sweats on first, rolling the waistband down three separate times, so the length fit her better. But as soon as she tugged the shirt over her head, the smell of Jake clouded her mind. Inhaling deeply, the stress from the day quickly dissipated.

After her shower, she joined Jake in the dining room, where they ate the most incredible spaghetti she’d ever had. Mid-way through dinner, he broke out her favorite bottle of mine, while he indulged in whiskey. She was working on her second glass when he asked her, “How are you feelin’?” He sat his glass on the table before leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. She usually loved having his undivided attention but this time was different. No one knew her better than he did, so she knew pretending was pointless. He’d sense her lies within an instant. “Relieved,” she admitted with a sigh before taking a quick sip. “He wasn’t the one. I’ve known that for a long time now.” Lifting her eyes to meet his, she watched his brows furrow. “Why were you with him?” A simple question with a heavy answer. It was time for her to face the music. “I was settling,” she admitted with a slight shrug, swirling the wine in her glass, avoiding his gaze. “Why?” Her stomach twisted into a knot. Here went nothing. She downed the rest of her drink before she answered, “I didn’t think the person I was in love with would ever love me back.” She leaned forward, carefully placing her glass on the table top and pushing it back until it was completely out of the way. There was a breath, followed by a short pause before his hand found her knee. He cleared his throat.

“Who?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that.”

The corners of her mouth turned up the slightest bit as she met his gaze. All the air left her lungs when he smiled at her. “January,” he muttered, million dollar smile never leaving his handsome, clean-shaven face. “Come again?” She asked, lifting her brows in confusion, which earned a laugh from her best friend as he shook his head. “It was January. Six years ago. We were at Dalton’s house for a party. You were talking to some girl, whoever he was dating at the time. You had on a red sweater and your favorite pair of jeans that always drive me crazy,” he admitted with a soft laugh, while she blushed five different shades of red. Sliding his hand from her knee, he grasped her thigh as he continued, “You had your head back, fake laughing like it was your job. That’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That I loved you.”

Convinced that her heart was moments away from leaping out of her chest and onto the table, she sank further into her chair as his confession replayed in her mind. “Why didn’t you say something?” She asked, laughing lightly. He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders calmly. “I didn’t think you felt the same. I guess I was afraid you’d reject me.” There was that grin again. “Oh, yeah. Rejection. Guess that’d be a first for Hangman, huh?” She teased, making him roll his eyes as they laughed.

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, gathering her nerves as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

Her words wiped the smile from his face as his eyes flickered from hers to her lips. Finally inching closer, he cupped her cheek with his free hand, lips meeting hers. Prior to kissing him, she thought the sparks that people referred to in romance novels or cheesy romcom movies was total bullshit. But as her lips molded to his, she experienced it firsthand. Electricity radiated throughout her body as his hands found her hips, pulling her on top of him effortlessly. With one arm wrapped around his broad shoulders, she used her other hand to play with the wisps of blonde hair at the nape of his neck. When Jake deepened the kiss by slowly licking the inside of her mouth, she melted in his strong arms.

She pulled away, completely breathless as she gazed into his eyes. “I love you,” she whispered, resting her forehead against his. He closed his eyes, allowing the words to wash over him. “I love you,” she whispered, kissing his right cheek. “I love you.” A kiss to his left cheek. “I love you.” A quick quick peck to his lips.

He couldn’t stop grinning as he stared at her in total admiration. “I love you,” he murmured, breath fanning across her face. Cradling her cheeks in the palms of his hands, he nuzzled the tip of her nose with his. “I’ll love you ‘til my last breath,” he promised before finding her lips again. The way his lips moved against hers, his tongue inside her mouth, his hands in her hair, she knew he meant every word.

She knew that her actions were selfish. Stringing her fiancée along for years, knowing that ultimately, he would never own her heart. No matter how long she ran from it or how much she tried denying it, there was no one else for her except Jake Seresin. As if he could read her mind, he mumbled against her lips, “Tomorrow.” He smiled, kissing her jawline. They would face the mess that she created head on. But more importantly to her, they would deal with it together.

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So happy that you liked it! Thank you for reading and reblogging. 🤍

And if it makes you feel better, I’m salty too!

Warm Me Up | B.B

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!Reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), vaginal fingering, slight size kink, language, no use of Y/N - Minors, do NOT interact

Summary: Reader indulges in a lazy morning in bed with Rooster.

Thick clouds of steam lingered in the air as she brushed her teeth, attempting to make out what little of her reflection could be seen through condensation on the bathroom mirror. Despite the towel wrapped around her frame, her hair remained damp from the shower as water droplets crashed onto her bare shoulders. For the first time in months, she did not rush through her morning routine. She wasn’t worried about getting dressed and getting out the door because she didn’t have anywhere to be.

A rarity that would not go unappreciated.

Crossing the threshold into the master bedroom, her eyes fell to the bed before halting to a stop. Lying on his stomach with both hands tucked under his pillow, Bradley remained fast asleep. Considering his usual weekend routine consisted of him waking up around six, she was surprised. Her eyes darted to the clock to find it was a little after nine o’clock. She grinned, listening to the sound of his steady breaths filling the otherwise quiet room.

Making her way to the bed, she quickly noticed that his back was on full display, only the thin sheet from their bedding covering the lower part of his body. The grin on her face grew wider as she weighed her options. Part of her knew she should allow him to rest, while the rest of her physically ached for him. Not necessarily sexually, although the more she stared at Rooster, she certainly wouldn’t turn down any advances that were made, but she ached to touch him. To hold him. To make him feel every once of love she had for him.

Carefully pressing her knees and palms onto the mattress, she crawled into bed. The moment she maneuvered herself on top of his body, her lips found his skin. While trailing kisses up the length of his spine, she felt him start to stir. “Mmm,” he hummed sleepily. She dusted sweet kisses across his shoulder blades, caressing his sides when he spoke again. “Good morning.” His voice rumbled in his chest, thick from sleep. Immediately, dirty thoughts filled her head. “Good morning to you,” she whispered, playfully nipping at his neck. She snuggled as close as their bodies would allow, lying her head on his shoulder as she hugged him from behind. “I love sleepyhead Bradley. I think he’s my favorite.” He chuckled, burying his face further into the pillow, desperate for a few more minutes of comfort and bliss.

She was almost asleep when she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin as he grasped her thigh. “Are you naked?” He asked, shifting the position of his head, so his voice wasn’t muffled by the pillow. “Technically, no?” She giggled, hugging him tighter. She had no plans on moving from her position any time soon.

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?”

“How do you feel about horny Bradley?” He asked, fingers slowly creeping up her inner thigh.

Pushing herself onto her hands and knees, she crawled further up his back until she could bend down and whisper into his ear with ease. “Turn over and find out for yourself,” she teased, nipping at the shell of his ear.

He quickly rolled over, allowing her to straddle his waist, the head of his cock brushing her center. They both shuddered from the contact as he tugged the towel off her body, leaving her completely bare. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hazel eyes roaming her body before he sat up and took her into his strong arms, crashing his lips against hers. She cradled his face in her hands, while he reached down and slipped his fingers through her wet folds. He couldn’t help but grin as she shuddered against him, causing him to tighten his hold on her body. A heavy breath fell from her parted lips when Bradley circled her hole with the tip of his middle finger before pushing into her with incredible ease. “S’that what you needed?” He husked, peppering slow, wet kisses to her jaw before pulling back to watch her face. She nodded quickly, dropping her forehead against his, arms winding around his shoulders.

A quiet, barely audible moan escaped from her as he introduced a second finger, stretching her out. With his palm brushing her clit, he fingered her with slow, methodical stokes, lust-blown eyes never leaving hers. He crooked his fingers ever so slightly and she cried out, eyes slamming shut. The smile that appeared on his face was proud, cocky almost, considering he wasn’t intentionally trying to make her cum. But by the feel of her pussy clenching around his fingers and her hitched breathing, he knew she was close already. “Oh my god,” she moaned, digging her fingertips into the skin that covered his shoulders. Her head lulled back and immediately, his lips attached to the column of her neck causing her to whimper his name in warning. Without a word in response, Bradley moved his fingers in and out of her at a quicker pace, applying more pressure to her weak spot and within seconds, she came on his fingers.

He couldn’t help himself. Shamelessly, an arrogant smile spread on his face as he watched her ride his fingers, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. His entire hand was coated in her slick but he didn’t move until her hips slowly came to a stop. She fell forward, chest somehow pressed tighter to his than before, a lazy grin on her face as their eyes met. “Hi,” she whispered, eyeing his lips. He chuckled, running his free hand down the length of her back in soothing motions. “Hi, pretty girl.” After removing his fingers from her center, he reached for his cock. Using her slick, he pumped his length, while she nuzzled her face into his neck, sucking his weakest spots.

Without wasting another valuable second, Rooster ran the tip of his cock over her swollen clit and through her folds, guiding himself into her. While his eyes screwed shut, she gasped against his skin, feeling so unbelievably full. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, one hand falling to her hip, while the other tangled in her hair. He pulled her face to his, crashing their lips together as she grew accustomed to his size. She kissed him slowly, dragging her tongue along his bottom lip before nestling it inside his mouth. Her body felt as though it was on fire from his touch. His hands were all over, rubbing her back, grasping her hips or squeezing her thighs.

Placing her palms flat against his broad chest, she pushed back, reluctantly removing her lips from his. “Lie back,” she instructed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. He stared at her with his brows raised for a moment, clearly intrigued before slowly easing himself back until he was lying flat. With his head resting on the pillow, he grinned, grabbing a hold on her hips and teasing her with a slow trust of his hips. She hummed in delight, hands coming down over his and prying then from her naked body. He was ready to protest until her words hit his ears. “Let me do all the work,” she whispered, bending forward, folding his arms and positioning them behind his head. He took advantage of her spot above him, taking her left nipple into his mouth, eliciting a quiet moan from her before she reluctantly pulled away.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned at the feel of her hands roaming his chest as she pushed herself into an upright position. Straightening her back, she slowly rocked her hips, eyes trained on his handsome face. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip as he watched her through hooded eyes. Flattening her palms on his pectorals for support, she lifted her hips until only the head of his cock remained inside of her before sinking back down, taking every inch of him. “Fuck,” he muttered, already desperate to take control. She smiled as she continued riding him, slowly, while he pretended as though he wasn’t losing his mind. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she mewled as he flexed his biceps, merely for her enjoyment. His eyes crinkled from the width of his smile as he removed his hands from behind his head. “That’s because you can’t see yourself,” he murmured, grasping her hips, while he shifted his own forward, meeting her movements. “You look so fuckin’ pretty sitting on my cock.”

His filthy words caused her brain to short circuit. Bradley used the opportunity to his advantage, holding her in place by her waist, while he thrusted his cock as deep as their bodies would go. “Bradley,” she yelped, clawing at his chest as guided her hips against his. Back and forth, a gentle push and pull, using her like he knew she liked. “So good, baby,” he managed before tugging her down to meet her lips in a bruising kiss. Her pussy fluttered around his length and a primal moan escaped from his throat. His hands slid to her ass, roughly digging his fingertips into her cheeks while continuing to guide her movements. The steady pressure on her clit from his pelvis, in edition to the depth of his cock, was almost too much for her to handle. She clung to his body, blindly reaching for something to hold onto, while she kissed him deeply. It was desperate, tongue and teeth colliding. Hands taking purchase on his shoulders, she drug her nails down his arm, stopping at the bend of his elbow when the tip of his cock brushed that special spot inside of her only he knew. She no longer had control of her body, let alone her mouth, suddenly desperate to come. “Holy shit,” she sighed, pulling away from his lips, desperate for air. Lowering his head, he attached his lips to her neck, sucking what he knew would later be dark marks on her skin.

“Come on, baby. Take what you need from me,” he encouraged, sliding his hands from her ass to her back, allowing her to take control but keeping her close. He loved the feel of her tits pressed against his chest. With her hands on his biceps, she straightened, increasing the pace of her hips ever so slightly, while he hit that same spot over and over again. She didn’t have to give him any warning, he knew she was close before she did. He slid his hands to the front of her body, ghosting over her stomach before taking her breasts in each hand. “That’s it, pretty girl.” With a swift swipe of his thumb against her sensitive nipples, she fell apart.

With his eyes glued to her face, Bradley watched in awe as she submitted to the pleasure. Her eyes drifted closed, mouth open in a silent groan as her hips stuttered against his. She was always a sight for sore eyes but when she came, she looked heavenly. He kneaded her breasts as she came down from her high, body jolting from the aftershock of her orgasm. Suddenly exhausted, she collapsed onto his chest.

“Bradley,” she sighed, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Give me 5 minutes. Then I want you to come inside of me.”

Completely unable to wipe the shit eating grin off his face, he nodded, tracing the length of her spine with the tips of his fingers. He rested his chin atop her head. “Yes ma’am,” he drawled, cock twitching as he remained buried inside of her.

Once her breathing calmed, she stirred, lips finding his neck again, sucking on a patch of skin directly beside his Adam’s apple. He hummed, tilting his head to the side to give her more access. “That was a quick 5 minutes,” he chuckled, running a hand through her hair as she kissed his jaw. “I’m cold,” she murmured, ghosting her lips over his. “Warm me up?”

Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her slowly, their lips moving in perfect unison. He rolled over until they were both lying on their sides, holding her close with one arm as he pulled the comforter over their bodies. “Better?” He husked. She shook her head in reply, hitching her leg over his hip, pulling him closer. Grasping her thigh that was draped over his waist, he finally moved his hips, withdrawing his cock before slowly thrusting back in. “Yes,” she whined, meeting his hips, already drunk on him. Again. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in his curls as her ragged breaths crashed against his face. “Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, holding back a moan of his own that threatened to rip from his throat. Due to the deliberate, slow-movements of his hips, she couldn’t respond verbally. She was already a mess of satisfied whimpers, mewling at his every touch. “Oh, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” The cocky smile on his face should have turned her off. But she was so cock drunk, she could only nod, a smile of her own appearing. “Fuck,” he moaned, reaching down between their bodies and thumbing her clit, while pounding her cunt. The sinful sounds of his hips colliding with hers may have been muffled by the covers but the noises falling from their mouths certainly weren’t. She was the first to submit, her second finish possessing her body as he continued the assault of his hips. Removing his fingers from her clit, he grasped her thigh and rolled, so he was completely on top of her. Bradley opened her up, pressing his palm flat against the inside of her thigh, which was now firmly planted to the mattress. With one final thrust of his hips as deep as he could manage, he spilled inside of her.

She beamed up at him, stroking his sides with shaky hands of her own as he came down from his high. Both their bodies were covered in sweat, despite the chill morning air. Rogue hairs stuck to his forehead, while her own resembled a mess, sprawled out on the pillow. He licked his lips as he stared into her eyes, propping himself up on his forearms that were bracketed around her head. “Wanna spend all day doing that?” She giggled, hands sliding to his back as he peppered kisses all over her face. “At least get me coffee before the next round.” His head popped up, brows lifted in question. “You serious?” She reached up, grazing his mustache with her finger tips as she looked into his eyes, “Dead serious.”

Bradley slipped out of her arms, practically hopping out of bed as he strolled to the doorway. Not a stitch of clothing on his body. “You’re shameless,” she teased, checking him out until he disappeared from her view. “You love it,” he hollered from somewhere in the house. She laughed, relaxing into the bed, under the warmth of the covers. Not a minute after she closed her eyes, the sound of his feet, followed by a dip in the bed forced them open. “What are you doing?” She grinned as he fell on top of her, licking her neck before trailing kisses down her body. “Foolin’ around while your coffee brews,” he murmured against her skin, looking up at her with a smile so bright, she couldn’t say no.

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Always my best hype girl!

Warm Me Up | B.B

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!Reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), vaginal fingering, slight size kink, language, no use of Y/N - Minors, do NOT interact

Summary: Reader indulges in a lazy morning in bed with Rooster.

A rarity that would not go unappreciated.

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?”

“How do you feel about horny Bradley?” He asked, fingers slowly creeping up her inner thigh.

“Bradley,” she sighed, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Give me 5 minutes. Then I want you to come inside of me.”

#love you mean it #the way I would kiss Bradley even if he had rancid morning breath 🤣#renxreblogs

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Yes! I couldn’t agree more.

Thank you so much for reading and reblogging!

Warm Me Up | B.B

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!Reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), vaginal fingering, slight size kink, language, no use of Y/N - Minors, do NOT interact

Summary: Reader indulges in a lazy morning in bed with Rooster.

A rarity that would not go unappreciated.

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?”

“How do you feel about horny Bradley?” He asked, fingers slowly creeping up her inner thigh.

“Bradley,” she sighed, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Give me 5 minutes. Then I want you to come inside of me.”

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Warm Me Up | B.B

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!Reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), vaginal fingering, slight size kink, language, no use of Y/N - Minors, do NOT interact

Summary: Reader indulges in a lazy morning in bed with Rooster.

A rarity that would not go unappreciated.

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?”

“How do you feel about horny Bradley?” He asked, fingers slowly creeping up her inner thigh.

“Bradley,” she sighed, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Give me 5 minutes. Then I want you to come inside of me.”

#bradley bradshaw x reader #Bradley Bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster smut #top gun smut #top gun fanfiction #renxwrites

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writingsbyren · 1 year

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Ahhh, Dani! Thank you! I’m not going to lie, I want them to elope too! Then live happily ever after.

I think I may have to make that happen..

Thank you for reading, bestie!

You in January | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Language, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, minimal use of Y/N

Summary: Reader comes to the realization that her heart belongs to someone that is not her fiancée. The only problem? It’s a little too late considering that it’s her wedding day.

With visibly shaky hands, she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her palms as she stormed to the doubledoors that lead from the bridal suite to the hall.

Opening the door less than one inch, she called for her maid of honor. Immediately, she answered “Yeah?”

She gripped the door handle, knuckles turning white as she swallowed back the bile in her throat. “Is Jake here?”

“Of course, he is.”

She exhaled, unaware that she was holding her breath in the first place. “Can you get him for me?”

“I don’t think we have time for t-“

Growing tired of pacing due to the heavy weight of her gown, she crumbled to the floor in the corner of the room, a mess of tulle and chiffon pooled around her.

“Y/N?”

Thankfully, luck was on their side as the hall was empty, making their run for the parking lot uneventful.

“Who?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that.”

“Knew what?”

“That I loved you.”

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, gathering her nerves as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

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writingsbyren · 1 year

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Ahhh! Same!

Thank you for reblogging! It means the world to me. 🤍

You in January | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Language, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, minimal use of Y/N

Summary: Reader comes to the realization that her heart belongs to someone that is not her fiancée. The only problem? It’s a little too late considering that it’s her wedding day.

With visibly shaky hands, she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her palms as she stormed to the doubledoors that lead from the bridal suite to the hall.

Opening the door less than one inch, she called for her maid of honor. Immediately, she answered “Yeah?”

She gripped the door handle, knuckles turning white as she swallowed back the bile in her throat. “Is Jake here?”

“Of course, he is.”

She exhaled, unaware that she was holding her breath in the first place. “Can you get him for me?”

“I don’t think we have time for t-“

Growing tired of pacing due to the heavy weight of her gown, she crumbled to the floor in the corner of the room, a mess of tulle and chiffon pooled around her.

“Y/N?”

Thankfully, luck was on their side as the hall was empty, making their run for the parking lot uneventful.

“Who?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that.”

“Knew what?”

“That I loved you.”

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, gathering her nerves as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

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writingsbyren · 1 year

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That gif was literally me writing this entire story. Thank you so much for reblogging! I’m so happy you liked it. 🤍🤍

You in January | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Language, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, minimal use of Y/N

Summary: Reader comes to the realization that her heart belongs to someone that is not her fiancée. The only problem? It’s a little too late considering that it’s her wedding day.

With visibly shaky hands, she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her palms as she stormed to the doubledoors that lead from the bridal suite to the hall.

Opening the door less than one inch, she called for her maid of honor. Immediately, she answered “Yeah?”

She gripped the door handle, knuckles turning white as she swallowed back the bile in her throat. “Is Jake here?”

“Of course, he is.”

She exhaled, unaware that she was holding her breath in the first place. “Can you get him for me?”

“I don’t think we have time for t-“

Growing tired of pacing due to the heavy weight of her gown, she crumbled to the floor in the corner of the room, a mess of tulle and chiffon pooled around her.

“Y/N?”

Thankfully, luck was on their side as the hall was empty, making their run for the parking lot uneventful.

“Who?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that.”

“Knew what?”

“That I loved you.”

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, gathering her nerves as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

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writingsbyren · 1 year

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My heart is so happy! Thank you, thank you, thank you for reblogging. 🤍

You in January | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Language, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, minimal use of Y/N

Summary: Reader comes to the realization that her heart belongs to someone that is not her fiancée. The only problem? It’s a little too late considering that it’s her wedding day.

With visibly shaky hands, she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her palms as she stormed to the doubledoors that lead from the bridal suite to the hall.

Opening the door less than one inch, she called for her maid of honor. Immediately, she answered “Yeah?”

She gripped the door handle, knuckles turning white as she swallowed back the bile in her throat. “Is Jake here?”

“Of course, he is.”

She exhaled, unaware that she was holding her breath in the first place. “Can you get him for me?”

“I don’t think we have time for t-“

Growing tired of pacing due to the heavy weight of her gown, she crumbled to the floor in the corner of the room, a mess of tulle and chiffon pooled around her.

“Y/N?”

Thankfully, luck was on their side as the hall was empty, making their run for the parking lot uneventful.

“Who?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that.”

“Knew what?”

“That I loved you.”

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, gathering her nerves as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

#renxreblogs

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writingsbyren · 1 year

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You in January | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Language, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, minimal use of Y/N

Summary: Reader comes to the realization that her heart belongs to someone that is not her fiancée. The only problem? It’s a little too late considering that it’s her wedding day.

With visibly shaky hands, she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her palms as she stormed to the doubledoors that lead from the bridal suite to the hall.

Opening the door less than one inch, she called for her maid of honor. Immediately, she answered “Yeah?”

She gripped the door handle, knuckles turning white as she swallowed back the bile in her throat. “Is Jake here?”

“Of course, he is.”

She exhaled, unaware that she was holding her breath in the first place. “Can you get him for me?”

“I don’t think we have time for t-“

Growing tired of pacing due to the heavy weight of her gown, she crumbled to the floor in the corner of the room, a mess of tulle and chiffon pooled around her.

“Y/N?”

Thankfully, luck was on their side as the hall was empty, making their run for the parking lot uneventful.

“Who?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that.”

“Knew what?”

“That I loved you.”

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, gathering her nerves as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake hangman seresin #hangman fluff #hangman x reader #top gun fanfiction #renxwrites

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writingsbyren · 1 year

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“Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman. This is your savior speaking.”

As previously stated, the majority of my work contains mature themes and adult situations intended for those over the age of 18. Minors, do NOT interact or you will be blocked.

All titles that include an asterisk(*) contain smut.

Jake Seresin

God Blessed Texas*

Jake and reader have always had a healthy, active sex life during the course of their relationship. But when she gets turned on, she can’t stop herself from getting her hands on him, despite his entire squad in attendance.

You in January

Reader comes to the realization that her heart belongs to someone that is not her fiancée. The only problem? It’s a little too late considering that it’s her wedding day.

Bradley Bradshaw

Warm Me Up*

Reader indulges in a lazy morning in bed with Rooster.

#renxtgmmaster

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writingsbyren · 1 year

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God Blessed Texas | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, light choking, exhibitionism, established relationship - Minors, do NOT interact

The worst part was, he damn well knew it.

Coyote rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a laugh. Beside him, Bradshaw reached for his wallet, mumbling something under his breath.

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin smut #jake hangman seresin #hangman smut #hangman x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun smut #renxwrites

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