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ohthatstragic · 2 years ago

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You Right - p.m

a/n: guys i've been obsessed with this fecking song ever since it came out, i have no idea, but oH MY GODDD.... also i'm not really sure i like the ending but i had no idea how to wrap it up. if i think of a better way, i'll change it. < 3

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader

warnings: age gap if you want, angst?, thoughts of cheating, pining, swearing, alcohol

wc: 3,155

summary: you're seeing someone, but you can't help but want a certain fighter pilot - that being the one and only Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell

song: you right by doja cat ft. the weeknd

It was just another Friday night at The Hard Deck - drinks were flowing and conversations were bubbling. You'd been childhood friends with Phoenix, and through her you met the infamous Dagger Squad. Instantly, you became close friends with all of them, and maybe even more with a certain fighter pilot. However, you were seeing someone, so naturally you decided to try and rid yourself of the feelings you'd developed for Maverick - despite it being damn near impossible to do so.

Currently you stood next to Phoenix with a cold drink in your hand, eyes staring dead ahead at a captain you'd grown to adore. He was sat alone, phone in one hand, and his other hand gently clutched around a beer bottle. Maverick had a gentle smile on his face as he scrolled on the small piece of technology, and it made your heart flutter. Noticing the building feeling in your chest, you ripped your eyes away and focused on something else - that being your feet in front of you. They shuffled uncomfortably and you looked back up sheepishly to an empty table, a feeling of guilt slowly beginning to eat at you.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you flinched at the vibration in your back pocket, your hand quickly flying to grab it. It was a text from Jamie. 'Everything ok?' read the message, making you feel sick. You groaned quietly and shoved it back into your pocket, gently clamping your teeth down on your bottom lip to nibble on it nervously.

"Everything okay?" Natasha frowned from beside you; a small, curious smile creeping onto her lips. Your mouth instantly fell open at her words, and her frown intensified.

"Did you read my text?" You asked, returning her frown. Natasha only chuckled incredulously, quite obviously confused at your accusation.

"What text? You just seem on edge." She squinted eagerly at you, starting to stare into what felt like your soul.

"I'm fine, it's just..." You sighed quietly, eyes glancing to Maverick who was now currently chatting with Hangman and Rooster. Natasha quickly followed your gaze and she attempted to hold back a smug smile, though her face betrayed her. "Don't." You groaned, looking back at your best friend.

"Aren't you seeing James or whatever his name is?" Natasha chuckled again, dryly, evidently showing her distaste in the guy you were currently dating. You cringed at her words and looked down at your shoes, swallowing harshly like you'd just taken a sip of poison.

"Err, yeah, but it's Jamie, Tasha." You cleared your throat. She only glanced at you with a cocked brow, and you took that as a 'whatever.' "He's not that bad, Phee, not compared to the other guys I've dated..." You said, trying to win her over. Though it was not a fair fight - Natasha had obviously made her mind up about this whole kerfuffle.

"Y/N/N, you choose to date the most fucked up men I've ever laid eyes on," She laughed as her hand flew to her stomach to clutch it. "You can do so much better, it's like you don't know your worth. We all agree on this, by the way." Natasha gave you a single nod, casting her eyes around the bar as if to point at the squad.

"Um, even Mav?" You asked shyly and squinted your eyes as you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, trying to act non-chalant. She glanced at your squished face and held back a giggle, not wanting to embarrass you. The pilot knew how you felt about her instructor, despite not having told anyone anything.

"Yes, even Mav." Natasha hummed, taking a sip of the beer in her hand. Before you could answer her, a familiar, yet unwanted voice appeared from behind you.

"Y/N?" A male voice called, and you turned around to face them, your heart dropping. You pushed a fake smile onto your face as you heard Natasha try and conceal a snort with a poorly-timed cough. Oh, god.

"Jamie?" You frowned, suddenly questioning why he was here. "What are you doing here?" You asked, staring at him, clearly confused at his presence.

"You didn't reply to my text, and I was worried you were in trouble, so I came to find you." Jamie replied with a frown making your stomach churn. He probably had your best interests at heart, so you tried not to read into his actions too much. "Looks like you're alright." He added with a nod at Phoenix, who cautiously returned it, eyeing him slowly.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for coming to see if I was okay." You awkwardly smiled, running a nervous hand through your hair. You watched as Jamie pressed forwards and slid an arm around your waist, making Natasha's eyes almost fall out of her head. She stepped back, glaring as his wide body shoved her out the way. He uncomfortably pulled you tight against him, making you squeak.

"It's what good boyfriends do." He smiled, and you blinked at him, shocked at his words.

"Oh, y-you're my boyfriend?" You breathed out in surprise, eyes widened. Jamie nodded at you, his eyes gleaming with something you weren't sure of. "That's nice." You chuckled quietly, eyes darting to Maverick who was currently watching you and Jamie like a hawk. You gasped and quickly looked back at your 'boyfriend', trying to hide the blush that was currently painting your cheeks pink.

"Well we've been seeing each other for a couple months now.." Jamie frowned gently, confusion evident in his voice. Phoenix's head whipped around at the speed of light at his words, and you stared at her like a doe caught in headlights.

"What?!" She mouthed at you, and you threw her an awkward grin, looking back at the man who had you in his grasp.

"Yeah, I guess we have..." You trailed off and nodded as you slid your hand down to his vice-like grip to try and remove it from your waist. "Jamie, you're hurting me." You whispered to him, and he quickly let go of you, offering you an apologetic look. Natasha still had her eyes on you two, observing your 'boyfriend' like he was a laboratory experiment. Little did you know, so did Maverick.

"Guess that means I should stay and make sure you don't do anything stupid then, huh?" Jamie joked, earning a disgusted look from Natasha behind him. You were speechless, and utterly lost at how to reply, so you just played along.

"Err, yeah, I guess," You swallowed.

****

"So, how long have you been seeing that guy?" A familiar and warm voice suddenly appeared beside you, making your heart race. You turned around, finding the man you'd been desiring all night. A pink blush powdered your cheeks and you let out a gentle laugh at his question.

"Um, a couple months." You brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear mindlessly. Pete smiled at you, his eyes trained on yours. You could feel your stomach doing somersaults inside and you cursed yourself for such a thing. "He's, err, nice," You laughed again, pursing your lips.

"He seems it," Pete nodded in agreement and knocked his knuckles on the wooden bar top quietly. You bit down on your bottom lip and chewed it momentarily, not knowing how to navigate such a topic. "I, uh, never caught his name?" Pete's brows knitted together as he kept his eyes on you.

"Jamie." You stared at Pete, and he stared back at you. The two of you knew there was an undeniable connection between you - it felt like two magnets being held so close together but never being allowed to connect. It was like torture. Your eyes swiftly glanced down at his lips, and you so desperately just wanted to kiss him, but you knew better than that. So you tore your gaze away from him, despite the painful feeling that set within you. "You seeing anyone new?" You asked quickly, wanting to fill the silence that had settled between you two.

"Nah, I'm not exactly looking for anything right now," Pete said, making your heart drop - even though it shouldn't. "I'm happy by myself." He added with a smile that almost made your knees collapse. 'There it is,' you thought. Even if the two of you wanted each other, Pete had made it clear that nothing could ever happen between you two.

"I'm glad you're happy, Pete," You smiled at him, despite the sorrowful feeling beginning to gather in your chest. "It's about time, and it makes me happy that you're happy." You said with a gentle nod, catching sight of Jamie heading over to where you and the captain were currently stood. You held back a groan and clenched your jaw, sliding your eyes back to Pete who frowned at you, obviously noticing your change in behaviour. He threw a quick glance behind him, and turned back around with an amused smile painted on his lips.

"Ah," Is all he said as he leant up from the bar, inhaling slowly. Your head was angled down at the ground but your eyes were stuck on Pete like a magnet. God, why couldn't he just-

"Ready to go, honey-bear?" Jamie smiled at you, purposefully ignoring Pete beside you. You bit back a grimace and smiled at him back, nodding. Your 'boyfriend' slipped in front of the captain, though you could still see part of his face as he leant back onto the bar casually. Pete threw you a cringed look and you subtly rolled your eyes, tearing them away from him.

"Mhm," You hummed. "I'm just gonna pop to the toilet first." You said, throwing a glance at Pete. The captain stared down at the bar-top with a straight face, but you knew he was listening to your conversation. If you were honest, in your mind, you were imagining him following you to the toilets and living out your wildest fantasies.

"Okay, I'll meet you outside." Jamie stepped forwards to press a surprise kiss to your lips - in which you had no time to react to - so you accepted your fate and kissed him back, although it didn't feel right to you. As Jamie pulled away, you smiled awkwardly up at him and brushed a hand through your hair. He stepped back and began to walk away, but not before throwing a harsh look at Pete.

"I guess I'll see you soon then, Pete?" You cleared your throat, a hand flying up to wipe the wetness that Jamie had left upon your lips. Pete couldn't help but chuckle at your action, earning a groan from you.

"Yeah," He smiled at you with a short nod, leaving you unsatisfied. You wished you could just throw yourself at him, but life wasn't good to you like that. "See you soon, Y/N." Pete said as you began to wander to the toilets, and you waved at him.

"Ugh," You groaned to yourself once you were out of ear-shot, heading towards the bar toilets. The sound of your hand slapping against the swing-door echoed out in the empty toilets as you walked in; a warm orange light engulfed the room. The tiled wall was a sage green, and the floor complimented it with white tiles. Your tired reflection stared back at you in the circle shaped, black-rimmed mirror. Your hands fell onto the white countertops as you gazed down at the white basin, a distorted version of your reflection appearing in the silver faucet. As you stared at your reflection, another reflection appeared behind you, but it appeared more masculine than feminine.

With a soft gasp you whipped your body around to face the mysterious figure, but you were met with the someone you'd been hoping for. "Pete?" You breathed out, a little surprised at him being in the ladies room. "You know this is the ladies room, right?" You giggled nervously, glancing between him and the door. Your tense body relaxed slightly as he stepped closer to you, your hands still resting against the countertop.

"Yeah," Pete chuckled at your words, making your stomach do loops. You bit down on your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to distract your wandering mind. "I just wanted to see you again." He said, eyes never leaving yours. The way he stared at you made you feel like the only girl in the world, and to your dismay - it also made you breathless.

"Oh?" Was all you could muster up as he continued to step closer to you, until your chests were mere centimetres from one another. You swallowed thickly as his hot breath caressed your cheek, feeling your heart begin to go into overdrive. You were not an unfaithful person, you weren't brought up that way, but the way Pete was making you feel right now was really making you consider things...

"If you want me to go, just say so." Pete said quietly to you, his baby blue eyes glued to yours. You couldn't look away from him, he was so fucking captivating - like some optical illusion. Instantly you shook your head, and even though you looked desperate, you didn't care.

"No." You said simply as your hands flew to his chest; fingers knotting themselves in the collar of his leather jacket. "I want you," You whined softly, feeling small tears beginning to prick your eyes. "But..." You trailed off, letting your eyes fall to where your fingers were currently gripping onto his jacket. Pete nodded slowly, understanding where this was heading.

"I know, sweetheart." He mumbled, his eyes dotting over your beautiful face. You looked back up at him, gaze falling to his perfect pink lips for a slight second. During that miniscule amount of time, you debated everything. Was it worth ruining something with Jamie? Was it worth potentially ruining your friendship with Pete for something that is possibly just lust?

You looked back up into his eyes, and you knew that was it.

Within seconds Pete pressed his warm lips to yours passionately, his hands flying up to bury themselves in your hair. You whimpered at his touch and your hands slipped up to caress his neck as he pulled you flush against him; your thighs squeezed against the countertop as he pushed against you. Pete slid his hands down from your hair to your thighs and lifted you up so you were sat on the countertop, and instinctively you spread your legs so he could stand between them.

"Oh, Pete-" You moaned softly into his lips, feeling him smile against yours. "You're so much better than him," You said breathlessly in between his desperate kisses. Pete's hands squeezed your thighs, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh that surrounded him. Suddenly, it dawned on you that you were in a public bathroom - let alone the fact that your 'boyfriend' was waiting outside for you. You reluctantly pulled away from Pete, though you kept your hands wrapped around his neck, the pads of your thumbs softly stroking the nape of his neck.

"Shit, I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" Pete stuttered and shook his head vigorously. God, what the hell was he thinking? You had a boyfriend. He stepped back from you and removed his hands, placing them at his sides, before wildly running one through his hair. A look of hurt painted your face as you watched him walk away, your heart dropping in your chest.

"Pete, no, it's fine," You sighed, slipping off of the countertop to reach him. You placed a soft hand on his cheek and it seemed to ground him, his eyes flying to meet yours. "It's not your fault, I shouldn't have said those things." You whispered as the two of you shared a warm gaze.

"No, don't say that." His voice was quiet as his eyes fell from yours to the floor, and you couldn't help but feel awful. You watched as his jaw clenched; the muscle flexing underneath the orange glow of the bathroom lights. "You're with someone, and I shouldn't have done that." Pete sighed, clearly disappointed in himself. Jesus, how could he be so reckless?

"You're right, I'm seeing Jamie... but I want you." You said lowly, thumb brushing against his cheek. Your let your head fall forwards, and Pete started to feel the guilt begin to eat at him as his eyes studied your face. "I can't help it. There's something between us that I can't deny, I don't feel anything when I'm with Jamie, but when I'm with you - it's... different. I-I don't know what it is, but I want it." You rambled, stumbling over your words like a new-born foal. You looked up to find Pete's eyes burning into yours, waiting desperately for you to say the one thing on his mind.

"I want you too." He admitted quietly, almost sheepishly - he knew how wrong this was... you had a man. The energy between you two was just too intense to handle, and it wasn't something the both of you were willing to ignore. "Are you sure about him, sweetheart?" Pete asked, his smooth voice piercing the veil of silence that had suddenly plagued the room. You blinked slowly as you gazed down at the floor before averting it to Pete's warm one.

"No." You answered curtly, staring straight at the captain. He was right in a way, you never felt happy around Jamie - in all honesty, he was a distraction. Not to mention a way to stop your parents from hounding you about when you were going to 'give them grandchildren.' Every time the man said anything you cringed, grimaced or even gagged. What the hell were you thinking? The solution to this problem was standing right in front of you.

Almost too quickly, you fished your phone out of your pocket and dialled Jamie's number. Pete's eyes were watching you swiftly, quite obviously confused at what the hell you were doing. You had to swallow a gag as Jamie's voicemail echoed through your phone. "Hi, Jamie, err, I think we should see other people. It's nothing personal, so please, don't take it that way. I just don't think I'm ready for a relationship just yet." You said into the phone, eyes closing momentarily to think of some bullshit to spew so you could end whatever you had with him without heavy repercussions. At that moment in time, you thanked your lucky stars that you didn't meet him through mutual friends, but during a night-out in a different state.

As you pushed your phone back into your jean pocket with a single finger, you looked back up at Pete who couldn't hide smile that was growing on his face. After listening to you, he was certain what was about to happen.

"So?" He cocked a brow, awaiting your answer. A toothy grin broke out on your face.

"I'm yours." A soft chuckle left your lips as Pete walked forwards to embrace you in his arms, the musk of his leather filling your nostrils with a homey and warm feeling. This was not how you expected the night to turn out... at all - but you weren't complaining.

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multifandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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Ma do a smut for bradley bradshaw where you’re iceman’s youngest daughter and he fucks you in your room when everyone is home��🙏

Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, voyeurism, female masturbation, overstimulation, oral (m! Receiving), choking, praise kink, begging

Word Count: 6k

It was always a bittersweet experience returning home. On one hand, I had the pleasure of seeing all my relatives, both distant and close. On the other hand, I was reminded of happier times in my childhood when all I had to worry about was getting an A on my upcoming math exam.

At the Kazansky household, things were always packed. My father was adamant about inviting everyone in the family and filling our house to the brim with happy people who were ready to have a good time.

I mostly mingled with people I liked and avoided those who were overbearing and insisted on showering me with all kinds of unnecessary affection. Call me crazy, but the prospect of being hugged and kissed by a complete stranger (who swore they changed my diaper when I was a baby) did not appeal to me in the least.

It was that time of night, so I grabbed whatever drink my father was serving and moved to the back of the house to keep an eye on the other guests. Anyone looking to strike up a conversation with me would find me being a wallflower in the back corner of whatever room everyone was congregating in.

Tonight was a particularly trying night. My father had invited so many people that the party felt cramped rather than lively. In the back of the room, I assumed my usual position. Instead of ignoring me and resuming their conversations, people bumped into me, pushed past me, or got in my way when all I wanted to do was watch from afar and listen in on the juicy gossip.

“I gotta get out of here.”

I muttered to myself as I searched the area for my father. He was mingling with a few of his friends, holding a large glass of wine.

I pushed my way past various groups of people who were discussing a variety of topics, ranging from politics to their newly planted garden. A mix of high-end colognes and low-cost perfumes drifted through the air, creating a perplexing aroma that jumbled my thoughts.

God, it seemed like the situation was growing worse by the second.

“Sorry.”

My shoulder brushed up against the back of a man who appeared to be in a state of confusion.

“Sorry.”

I apologized, despite the fact that he had walked right in front of me.

“Dad!”

Through the cacophony of voices, I called out.

He was completely absorbed in the conversation and was unable to hear my voice.

“Dad!”

After taking a few more steps towards him, I called again.

He heard me this time. He spun his head around on his neck, searching for the source of the voice. His shoulders sprung up into an excited position as his gaze landed on me, his eyes brightening with anticipation of what I had to say.

“Hey! I’m gonna step outside for a little while. I need some fresh air.”

My father smiled and gave me a small pat on the shoulder. I returned his grin and began moving through the crowds until, after what seemed like a ten-day journey, I arrived at the front door.

“Who!”

I ecstatically exclaimed, relieved to be free of the throngs of people. I flung the door open and inhaled the soft autumn breeze, which smelled of rustic terrain and freshly fallen leaves.

I gently closed the door behind me, taking care not to attract unwanted attention as I steered clear of the suffocating crowds.

I started walking down the suburban streets, with no particular destination in mind. I took both right and left turns.

Today's weather was especially lovely. It was warm enough that I could get away with wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. It wasn't hot enough, though, to make the great outdoors stuffy and unpleasant. This day was made even better by the addition of a gentle breeze.

The birds in the trees chirped peacefully, and slowed my footsteps so I could hear their lovely songs. I stood there watching them communicate with each other in the shade of a large oak tree, smiling as they expressed their love for each other.

“Lovely.”

I said to myself, placing my hands in the pockets of my jean shorts.

“Y/N!”

Someone just said my name, I swear. But it was faint, almost inaudible. I assumed it was all in my head, a mere figment of my imagination.

“Y/N!”

The call had become much more audible. It wasn't something I could have imagined.

I swiveled my head around, anxiously scanning the street for the source of the voice. Fortunately, I didn't have to look very hard.

There was a tall, extremely muscular man standing in his front lawn, waving at me with a thick mustache perched on his upper lip.

“What the hell?”

The sun glinted off his immaculately sculpted abdomen, which appeared to be carved from stone.

I cocked my brow.

Wait a minute.

Is that who I thought it was?

There's no way.

There’s no way in hell.

"Bradshaw?!”

My brows furrowed in perplexity as I screamed his name.

The man laughed hysterically, his muscular shoulders bouncing with each chuckle.

“I thought you wouldn’t recognize me, Y/N.”

This yelling was starting to irritate me.

“Come over here and let’s talk!”

Bradley snatched his white shirt from the floor and threw it on, then adjusted his black aviator sunglasses before sprinting over to me across the empty street.

I wouldn't believe he was Bradley Bradshaw if he didn't know my name.

“Hey Y/N.”

He spoke with his hands on either side of his hips as he stared down at me, his eyes hidden behind the black lenses of his sunglasses. I could only assume he was looking me in the eyes.

“Hey!”

I exclaimed.

I couldn't stop myself from sliding my gaze over his now fully developed body.

“My God! You look so much different!”

Bradley laughed and threw his head back, revealing his adam's apple as well as a few well-defined veins protruding on either side of his neck.

“I assume you're complimenting me.”

His perfectly sculpted body, and that deep, husky voice. When did he become so...

perfect?

“Yes! You look great!”

Bradley gave me a friendly smile. His entire body was coated in a thin layer of moisture, so I assumed he had been exercising in the lovely autumn weather.

“Oh! There’s a party at my dad’s house if you’d like to join.”

Despite not knowing which direction led back to my house, I pointed to the left.

Bradley smiled even bigger, displaying his flawless set of pearly white teeth.

“That sounds like fun! I’ll be glad to see your old man again!”

Again?

“What do you mean again?”

I asked, one of my brows cocked.

“Oh! I’m in the navy. I fly planes.”

Well, that explains the perfect body.

I raised my brows in surprise and crossed my arms over my chest.

“What?! How am I just hearing about this now?!”

I exclaimed in surprise. Bradley was following in his old man’s footsteps. Why did it take so long for me to receive the good news? Both my father and him neglected to tell me, I suppose.

“Well, to be fair, we haven’t seen each other in quite a long time.”

I tucked my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I meant to contact you again, but I guess time really did just slip away from me.”

I rubbed a hand across my face, irritated with myself.

“I’m really sorry Brad. I just graduated from college, and got an apprenticeship, and then I got a new job, and then I moved out…”

Bradley raised his hand to silence me.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N.”

He assured me that my forgetfulness was understandable.

I motioned for him to come closer.

“Come on, walk with me to the party and give me all the new life updates. I’m anxious to hear about you.”

We took our time walking, not in a hurry to get to the party.

He told me everything about his life, the navy, and his friends, down to the smallest detail. And I listened intently the entire time, making sure to ask questions to show him I was fully engaged in the conversation.

I didn't have a clue where I was going. Thankfully, Bradley (or should I say, Rooster) knew how to get from his house to mine. I'd be completely lost if it weren't for his assistance.

“That’s about it.”

He said, as we reached the front of my porch.

“Wow. That’s super cool.”

I cast a sidelong glance at my house's front facade. From the street, I could hear a low hum of activity.

“Do you wanna go inside?”

I inquired, my gaze returning to his jet black aviators. Rooster smiled and nodded.

“Sure.”

In an overly formal manner, he extended his elbow to me. I scoffed at his absurdity, my arm catching on the underside of his elbow.

We exchanged a few glances before he led me up the front steps of my porch, releasing his arm once we were both at the front door. Rooster reached for the doorknob and twisted it until it clicked. He bowed his head and motioned for me to enter the room with a sense of artificial formality.

“Thank you, good sir.”

He flashed me a smirk before I stepped through the threshold, returning to the bustling house.

I took up my old spot in the back of the room. Only now did I have something to occupy my time.

While Rooster was busy conversing with others, I cast glances at him. He had a lot of charisma and could start a conversation with almost anyone who crossed his path.

This was excellent for me because it gave me plenty of time to admire his gleaming biceps from afar while he was distracted by others.

How is it possible for one man to be so flawless?

To begin with, his perfectly toned muscles would attract the attention of any man or woman.

But, even if he didn't have such a fantastic body, his magnificent smile was enough to make any girl weak at the knees.

And, if he didn’t have the body or the smile, his charisma was enough to entice any woman into bed with him.

He possessed all of the necessary qualities: intelligence, charisma, and a stunning physical appearance.

Many years ago, when we were close friends, I admired him.

I was consumed by a burning desire for him now, which was ignited every time he flashed his famous smile or flexed one of his many toned muscles.

But I wouldn't go too far with my speculation. Because a man like that is unquestionably taken. And if he wasn't taken, he was talking to someone who could easily become more than an acquaintance.

So, until I knew otherwise, I would admire him from afar.

Rooster began mingling with my father. However, due to my father's inability to communicate effectively, he mostly asked him yes or no questions. Nonetheless, he and my father appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the conversation.

Therefore, this was the ideal opportunity to catch a glimpse of his stunning appearance.

I was deep in thought and admiring him when I noticed his body shifting. He was turning around.

Shit!

He was staring at me, observing how I was taking in every inch of him. Through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, I made eye contact with him.

I didn't get a chance to notice the expression he was making because my cheeks turned bright red and I averted my gaze from him faster than the speed of sound.

Shit.

I hope he didn't take my stare too seriously.

Is it getting hot in here?

Maybe it’s all the people crammed into a tight space.

I should separate myself from the group once more to regain my composure.

I pushed through the crowds of people huddled in conversation, muttering apologies as needed.

Oh God, it was growing hotter by the second.

As I raced up the stairwell, searching the halls for my room, I tried not to appear rushed. I needed a relaxing environment. Before rejoining the party, I needed to take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

Above all, I had to get away from Bradley.

I flung open my bedroom door, softly closing it behind me so as not to disturb the party. I dashed to my bed, sat on the edge, and stared off into space.

Shit. If Brad questions me about the staring, what am I going to say?

I dismissed any worries with a shake of my head.

He’s a cool guy. Most likely, he'll dismiss it or laugh at me for openly admiring him.

To take my mind off of Bradley, I took a deep breath and grabbed a picture frame from my nightstand. The photo was taken about ten years ago and shows me and my father standing in front of a plane. I believe the plane was an old F-14, built in his days of flying.

It was a lovely photo and one of my favorites, so I kept it on my nightstand for safe keeping. I smiled to myself as I remembered my father's exhilarating stories about his days in the air.

My door squeaked open, jolting me out of my stupor. My ears perked up as I searched for the source of the noise.

Bradley?

Oh, shit.

“Hey Y/N.”

He smiled as he closed the door behind him.

"Hello," I said as I re-positioned the photograph on my nightstand.

“What are you doing up here?”

I asked, forcing myself to look him in the eyes.

His aviator sunglasses had been removed from his face, and I could now see his eyes perfectly.

Rooster rested his back against my wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“I was just wondering if there was anything you’d like to say to me.”

Oh.

My.

God.

“What?”

I asked, my head cocked to the side, pretending to be perplexed.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

I tried to laugh, hoping to relieve some of the tension that had accumulated around us.

“Let me jog your memory a little.”

He began, take one long stride forward.

“Care to explain to me why you were eye fucking me the entire night?”

Oh God.

I’m fucked.

“Well I just…”

I knew it was pointless to act stupid. He'd already discovered what I'd worked so hard to keep hidden.

“I just haven’t seen you in forever and you look so different. I guess I couldn’t help but check you out.”

I laughed, hoping Rooster would follow suit and chuckle with me.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t move a muscle.

His stare was becoming increasingly menacing. To avoid his intense presence, I just wanted to crawl under my covers and disappear completly from sight.

My mouth dried up. I swallowed, my throat constricting quickly due to the increasing tension. I felt as if I were gradually sinking beneath the surface of the ocean, with a large amount of water pressure gradually building as I sank lower and lower under his probing eyes.

Then, Rooster cracked a smile.

It wasn't a happy, playful grin, though.

It was sinister, as if he had something hidden up his sleeves.

Rooster took another stride forward, his long legs bringing him only about two feet from me.

God, I was on fire. My heart was racing around my ribcage, and my lower abdomen was filled with dozens of large butterflies that bounced around my stomach like they'd consumed a bunch of caffeine.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words spilled from my lips despite my best efforts. I sat with my jaw open like a complete moron, intertwining my fingers to hide how badly my hands were shaking.

What was going on inside his brain?!

Why was he staring at me as if he expected me to say something?!

What the hell was going on?!

“Take off your clothes.”

He demanded, his face settling into a neutral expression as he analyzed me.

“What?”

I chuckled nervously, still trying to convince myself that this whole situation was a complete joke.

“I’m not going to repeat myself.”

I waited.

I waited for him to laugh, throw his head back in amusement, and tell me he should've seen my face.

But that moment never came. He stood confidently in front of me, his arms crossed across his well-defined chest, patiently waiting for me to follow his orders as his intense eyes stared down at me like a hawk watching it’s prey.

I swallowed, staring at him through my lashes as I grasped the hem of my shirt, bringing it over my head and gently letting it fall to the floor.

Rooster kept his gaze fixed on me until I removed my bra. Then he allowed his eyes to wander along the curves of my upper body, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the spectacle in front of him.

I stood, undoing my jeans and trying not to think about his eyes scrutinizing every curve and detail of my exposed body. I pushed my jean shorts and panties down until they sagged and pooled around my ankles.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, kicking my jean shorts to the side, my physique now completely exposed to his gaze.

I clenched my thighs together, a sharp ache forming between my legs. The desire to grind my hips against the rough fabric of my old croqueted quilt was strong.

But I knew I had to save my desire for Rooster.

I shifted my gaze from my lap, to Rooster, who quietly took a few more steps forward until I was eye level with his thick leather belt. All of my anxieties and fears went straight to my cunt, adding to intense ache that was gradually building with every lustful glance from Rooster.

As I stared up at him in awe, he placed a calloused palm against my cheek, tenderly cupping my face. My hands fidgeted in my lap as I resisted the urge to spread my legs open and thrust my fingers inside my soaking wet heat.

Rooster trailed his thick thumb along my bottom lip, keeping a neutral expression to avoid giving me any clues as to what was going on inside his lovely mind. He cocked his head to the side, his gaze scrutinizing every feature of my face.

Rooster slipped his thumb between my lips and into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the base of his thumb, hollowing my cheeks and sucking harshly, the tip of my tongue tracing every wrinkle.

Rooster hummed contentedly, pulling his thumb almost completely out of my mouth before thrusting it back towards my throat, simulating what he would do to my throbbing cunt.

I coated his entire thumb with warm saliva as I dragged my tongue along every nook and cranny.

“I bet you want my cock in your pretty little mouth right about now, don’t you sweet girl?”

I tried to speak, oblivious to the fact that my mouth was full of his thick thumb.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s impolite.”

His voice slipped off his lips like a true womanizer, his tone dripping with heavy desire.

“If you wanna suck my cock you gotta take my pants off.”

I maintained eye contact with him as I continued to suck his thumb, my hands scrambling against the rough fabric of his jeans until I found the metal buckle on his thick leather belt. I undid it with stable hands, as all my nerves were trapped inside my cunt.

I pulled his jeans and tight boxers down just enough for his semi hard cock to spring free from its confines.

I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and gave it a few pumps, feeling it harden in my grasp. Rooster hissed through his teeth as I continued to pleasure him with my soft palm.

Bradley pulled his thumb from my mouth, releasing his grip on my face and moving his hand to my hair, harshly grasping the roots.

He thrusted my face forward, my gaze torn away from his deep brown eyes. My eyes met his cock, a jolt of pleasure rushing to my cunt as I realized how girthy he was.

Fuck.

This was gonna be a long night.

I grasped his cock with one hand, bringing his swollen pink tip to my mouth, slipping him in between my plush lips.

I could taste his salty precum lingering on my tongue as I took as much of him as I could into my mouth.

Rooster gasped in pleasure, using his grip on my hair to thrust my face forward and backwards along his dick.

I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling his thick muscles ripple under my touch everytime he jerked his hips forward to meet the quick movements of my mouth.

“Fuck.”

He murmured, his tone husky.

“That’s my good girl. You have such a pretty mouth.”

I shifted my hips against the rough fabric of my quilt, attempting to alleviate the aching pain building inside of me.

The quilt brushed against my clit, eliciting a deep moan from the back of my throat, sending vibrations directly to Rooster’s cock.

I allowed my jaw to fall slack as the movements of Rooster’s hand became increasingly more desperate. His hips violently jerked forward every time he pulled my face towards his pubic bone, his swollen tip smacking against the back of my throat with every desperate thrust.

“Ohhhh.”

He sighed.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

His brows were knitted in desire as I nearly choked around his throbbing length. Veins began to bulge along his cock, and in a desperate attempt to pleasure him I ran my tongue along the thick veins.

The grip Rooster had on my hair was so tight that I could feel the strands being ripped straight from my scalp.

“I bet your little pussy is aching for my cock.”

I hummed in agreement, sending a second wave of vibrations along his length.

Rooster gasped, his jaw dropping as his cock began to throb uncontrollably inside my warm mouth.

“Fuck baby, you’re making me crazy.”

His tone begged his own body to let go of the pressure in his lower abdomen. But he wouldn’t allow himself to release his hot cum into my mouth, not just yet.

Rooster wanted to be in charge, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain composure as he reached the brink of an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth pretty girl.”

He said, the salty taste of precum became very prevalent on my tongue as his length throbbed inside my mouth, his thighs trembling under my hands.

Rooster threw his head back as he released his cum into my mouth, his grip loosening as he finally reached his much awaited orgasm.

“Your fucking mouth is perfect.”

He released my roots, a few detached strands of my hair wrapped around his thick fingers.

I swallowed the majority of his cum, a single strand falling down the corner of my mouth.

Rooster cupped my face with his hand, swiping his thumb along my mouth and cleaning my face in the process.

“You’re making a mess sweetheart.”

He mumbled, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure, hiding the true extent of his lust.

“Sorry.”

I whispered once all of his cum had vanished from my mouth.

Rooster smirked slyly, tilting his head downwards to meet my gaze.

“Tell me how badly you want my cock inside of you. I wanna hear you beg for it.”

I was never a big fan of begging.

But I've never been more desperate for someone in my entire life. My entire lower abdomen was throbbing with the desire to be filled by Rooster's thick cock.

I swallowed, fidgeting with my fingers as my pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

“Please Bradley. I need you.”

My voice was soft, but I prayed it was sufficient for him. Rooster raised his eyebrows.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

He used the grip on my chin to tilt my neck backwards, allowing me to look straight into his deep brown eyes.

I gulped.

“Please Bradley. I need you to fuck me. I need your cock throbbing inside me.”

I was begging pitifully, but at this point I’d do anything to have him bulging inside of my soaking wet pussy.

My nails dug into his muscular thighs, leaving crescent moon shapes in their wake.

“Keep going pretty girl. I wanna hear just how desperate you are.”

My bottom lip trembled in eagerness as the anticipation began to become overwhelming.

“Rooster.”

I began, the use of his call sign igniting a fire in his eyes.

“Rooster I’m aching for you, please. Please fuck me I need to feel you. I need to feel your-“

“Shhhhhh.”

He hushed me, placing his thumb over my mouth to silence my voice.

“I think that’s enough. Why don’t you touch yourself for me while I get naked.”

I knitted my brows, confused.

Rooster smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh come on pretty girl you just told me you were aching. Why don’t you take care of yourself for a little while until I’m ready for you.”

His resonance had shifted to the back of his throat, giving his tone a deep and husky quality.

“Okay.”

I mumbled.

“Good girl. Make yourself feel good for me.”

Rooster took a step back, his pants halfway down his thighs as he fixed his gaze on my naked body. I threw my legs on top of my bed and shifted my weight until my back was pressed against the headboard so Rooster had the perfect view of my face.

I spread my legs, bending my legs as a soft breeze blew through the air and brushed against my soaking heat.

I didn’t want to achieve my release just yet. Instead of bringing my fingers directly to my clit, I gently massage my breasts with both hands, squeezing my eyes shut as my nipples hardened under my fingertips.

I gasped, focusing all my attention on the pleasure and not Rooster’s crushing gaze.

When my breasts were satisfied with the amount of attention I had given them, I moved my soft fingertips down my body, across my stomach until I found my swollen clit.

I ground my hips against my hand, my chest heaving desperately as I trapped my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Oh my god.”

I panted, tracing soft figure eights around my sensitive bud.

The ache in my pussy began to diminish, my body satisfied that I had finally listened to its pleas.

All thoughts of Rooster had been pushed from my mind, the pleasure clouding my brain.

I was embarrassingly close to my release, the intense foreplay making me hungry for an orgasm.

My back arched off the bed as I pushed two fingers past my folds.

I furrowed my brows, throwing my head back against the headboard as I thrusted my fingers against my spongy walls, coating my fingers with my juices.

I was so close. So painfully close. One more thrust of my fingers and I would be cumming all around my digits.

A strong grip wrapped around both of my ankles, halting my movements and pulling me forward until my head lay comfortably on my pillows.

My eyes shot open, noticing Rooster at the foot of my bed, his hard cock leaking precum.

“Alright pretty girl, that’s enough of that.”

He crawled over me, his chest flush against mine as his hot breath fanned across my face.

Rooster grabbed the hand buried deep within my pussy, removing it from my heat and bringing my fingers to his gorgeous mouth.

I gulped as he pushed two of my wrinkled fingers past his plush lips, hollowing his cheeks to suck the juices off my hand.

“Fuck. You taste amazing.”

He released my wrist, allowing it to fall in whatever position I deemed comfortable.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Rooster buried his face in the crook of my neck, his perfect teeth nibbling on my earlobe as he grabbed his cock with one hand, lining it up with my soaking wet entrance.

I enveloped his shoulders with my arms, pulling him impossibly closer so I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me into the bed.

Rooster rolled his hips forward, slipping his cock in between my folds.

I dug my nails into his prominent shoulder blades as he bottomed out inside of me, his cock stretching my walls to the brim.

“Is it big enough for you pretty girl?”

Rooster's mustache tickled my neck as his ragged breaths bounced around my head, sending me into a state of nirvana.

“Yes. Your cock is perfect.”

I wheezed, suddenly unable to fully fill my lungs due to the fullness of my cunt.

“Please start moving Rooster.”

Rooster placed a gentle kiss on the side of my neck, sucking a bright purple hickey into my throat as he snapped his hips forward.

I dropped my jaw in pleasure as Rooster bottomed out inside of me with every single thrust, a loud smack erupting with every single jerk of his hips.

I could feel his toned abdomen flexing every time he buried his thick cock deep within my soaked walls.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

Rooster mumbled, placing his tongue on the bright purple hickey he created with his glorious mouth.

“You’re taking my cock so well.”

His words rushed to my cunt, pulling the imaginary coil even tighter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving Rooster a new angle for his swollen tip to slam against my g spot with every intense thrust.

I threw my head back in pleasure, exposing my neck for Rooster to kiss to his liking.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I wish I fucked your pretty little pussy sooner.”

I gasped, feeling myself reach the brink of my orgasm.

“Rooster. I’m gonna cum.”

The building veins along Rooster's cock began to throb inside my walls, stretching my pussy even further.

“Cum all over my cock pretty girl.”

Wait.

“Rooster, do you think they can-“

Bradley wrapped his large hand around my neck, squeezing my throat and limiting my airflow enough to make me dizzy with euphoria.

He anticipated my question and didn't want to ruin the moment.

Who cares if anyone could hear us?

Rooster certainly didn’t.

“Be a good girl for me and cum around my cock.”

His face was hovering over me, his gaze boring into my eyes as he watched me intently, attempting to capture this moment for later fantasies.

His thick fingers around my neck, restricting my airflow at his authority.

His cock violently pumping in and out of my soaking wet cunt.

My face contorting into whatever pleasurable expression came naturally.

A thin layer of sweat coats both of us, wet bodies moving together in unison.

One particularly ferocious snap of his hips sent me straight into a state of elation, my eyes rolling back into my head so far that I swear I saw my brain.

I tangled one of my hands in his sandy locks, pulling the roots as I attempted to bring my mind back from its post orgasmic daze.

But Rooster wouldn’t let me.

“Bradley-“

Rooster leaned back on his knees, grabbing my hips and forcefully spinning me around until my face was pressed into the quilt, my ass in the air.

“I know you got one more for me, pretty girl.”

My overstimulated walls cried out for pity, but I ignored every sign in my body that told me to stop.

I wanted to cum again for him.

Rooster used one of hands to grip the soft flesh of my hips, his dull nails digging into my skin as his opposite hand snaked down to wrap around my neck.

I gasped as he wrapped his large hand around my throat, once again launching my body into a senseless state of nirvana.

“Rooster.”

I wheezed, gripping the quilt so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

Rooster pulled my hips back to meet his fierce thrusts, the sounds of sex reverberating throughout the room as he fucked me into the sheets.

His swollen tip slammed against my g spot with every single thrust, the intense stretch of my walls making me shake with overstimulation.

“God you’re such a good girl for me Y/N.”

The praise brought me even closer to my second, much more intense orgasm, the rough quilt rubbing against my face with every merciless snap of Rooster’s hips.

Tears of pleasure began to collect at the corners of my eyes.

I was close, so close.

The tension that was previously building in only my lower abdomen had now spread to my entire body. I was tight, tense waiting for the release that I prayed Rooster would allow me to receive.

“Rooster… I’m gonna cum again.”

Rooster growled lowly, his cock vibrating as the sound reverberated throughout his entire figure.

I cried out with want everytime Rooster buried himself inside of me, hoping nobody paid enough attention to the mess of moans coming from my bedroom.

“Rooster…”

I begged.

Rooster pulled me upwards. He pressed my back flush against his toned chest, his hand moving from the back of the neck to my front, finding my clit and massaging it with his calloused fingertips. His other hand desperately grabbed at the flesh on my thigh.

I threw my head back against his shoulder, arching my back away from his body as my orgasm ripped through me with the gentlest touch from his skilled fingers.

“Fuck!”

I shouted, my pussy clenching around his cock.

Rooster grumbled directly into my ear, and with one twitch, he spilled his hot cum inside of me, painting my walls.

Bradley inhaled sharply.

“Oh my fuck… you’re such a good girl for me.”

Rooster thrusted a few more times into me, ensuring we both got the most out of our orgasm.

I collapsed against him, finally reaching my breaking point.

Rooster chuckled.

“Are you tired?”

He asked, fake pity in his tone, using both of his strong arms to hold me upright.

“Yes. That was… a lot.”

Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from my face as he gently laid me on my back.

“You can rest. I’ll go down and tell everyone you’re too tired to rejoin the fun.”

I smiled.

“That'd be great.”

Rooster grabbed a rag from my bathroom, cleaning me up as our combined juices almost completely coated my inner thighs.

I laid there watching, analyzing every muscle and movement of his body as he dressed himself.

“Do I look good?”

He inquired, displaying his unremarkable outfit of a white shirt, jeans, and vintage Converse.

I chuckled.

“You look perfect. Definitely like you didn’t just have the best sex of your life.”

Rooster smirked.

“Good.”

He rooster was second from leaving, half of his body out of the threshold when I called him back.

“Wait! Bradley!”

Rooster spun around, poking his head through the door frame.

“Yeah?”

“Wait do you like being called in bed. Bradshaw, Bradley, or Rooster?”

Rooster ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he pondered my question.

“Sir.”

He said with a huge, cheeky smile on his absolutely stunning face.

I rolled my eyes and waved him away.

“Get out of here I’ve had enough of you.”

Bradley laughed and showed me his perfect set of teeth.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t miss me too much.”

He winked slyly before disappearing through the threshold, gently shutting the door behind him until the lock clicked into place.

Ten minutes, starting now.

(Hope y’all enjoyed. Lmk what you think about this one! :)

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