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3 Is Better Than 2 - Never Too Much | Hangster x Reader

Warnings: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x Reader, swearing, smut, blowjobs, m/m/f sex, unprotected sex (twice, yikes), established relationship, poly relationship

WC: 1k

All Content is mine, do not post to other sites.

You were a sweating, shaking mess in between Bradley and Jake, yet you couldn’t get enough.

Jake was behind you, his hard cock penetrating your sopping pussy in a way that had you groaning around Bradley, who was laying on the bed with you in between his legs. Your hand was firmly wrapped around his spit covered dick, and each thrust from Jake had you moaning loudly around it.

“Christ, honey,” Jake muttered, his brows furrowed as he stared down at where you connected. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You grin at his words and look up at Bradley, who had his lip in between his teeth as he fucked into your mouth. When he met your eyes, he groaned and released the hold he had on your hair and beckoned you to him. He pulls your body further up the bed until your chest is pressed to his, and he connects your lips in a filthy kiss. “You’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured against your lips as you moaned. “Isn’t she, Hangman?”

“Sure is,” Jake agreed, his stomach flexing as he felt his release start to creep up on him. “Prettiest fucking thing.”

You moan again and blush, reaching down to stroke Bradley’s cock again. “Feels so good,” you gasped quietly as Bradley’s hands held your body in place so Jake could roughly fuck into you.

“Yeah, baby,” Bradley grunted. “You feel good, too.”

Your body shook with every deep thrust Jake gave you, and a few seconds later you felt his warmth flood through you as he came. “Jesus Christ,” the blond groaned as he fucked you full of his release. “Fuck, sweet girl, you’re so perfect.”

He leaned over you and kissed all along the back of your neck before he pulled out, his cum slipping from you and dripping to the sheets below.

You had already cum twice, and Jake now once, but Bradley had yet to even properly penetrate you. He was so patient, the way his big hands lovingly caressed the sides of your face, and his thumb gently pulled on your bottom lip.

You were powerless as you smiled up at him, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it. “I guess it’s true,” you mumble when you pull your mouth away and crawl on top of him. “Nice guys do finish last.”

Bradley grunted with a smirk and pulled you closer towards him, not caring that the other aviator’s cum was smearing against his abs as you ground yourself against them. “Show me what you got, princess,” he ordered deeply, and you happily obliged as you grip the base of his hard cock and sink onto him.

Your wetness mixed with Jake’s seed allowed you to take all of him, and you brace your hands flat against Bradley’s chest as you moan. “Fuck,”

Jake kneels behind you, pushing your hair away from your shoulder in order to attach his lips to the side of your neck. You lean against him, pressing your back to his chest as you moan softly. “There you go,” he cooed next to your ear, and your eyes nearly rolled all the way back.

You rolled your hips slowly, broken whines fleeing from your mouth as Bradley praised you, “Just like that, baby, you’re taking me so well,”

His praises and the feeling of Jake’s lips all over you was almost overwhelming, but it felt so good. You had no idea how you managed to get off before without the help of these two unbelievably attractive men to do it for you. “Oh, God,” you whimpered as you rode him faster than before with the help of his hands on your waist.

You were shaking uncontrollably when Jake reached around your body and began rubbing harsh circles onto your swollen clit. You spasm and clench tightly around Bradley, your nails digging into his chest as you ground yourself onto him.

The brunet cursed under his breath as you dug your knees into the bed on either side of his hips and picked up the pace, your body lifting and dropping onto his. You moaned loudly over the sound of skin slapping together, and you were helpless to stop your incoming orgasm. “Bradley,” you whined, your eyes widening when Jake’s free hand came up to gently but firmly wrap around the base of your throat. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he rasped, pulling you down onto his chest with one hand wrapped around your wrist. The other gripped your waist and kept your body still as he began to fuck up into you, and your mouth parted as a string of cries left your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you gasped, clinging onto the sheets on either side of his head as you felt the knot in your stomach twist and tighten. It almost ached as you came for a third time within an hour, but the sting had your eyes rolling back and your lips peppering kisses along Bradley’s skin. “Please. Please, cum.”

Your begs and whines was all it really took, and before long Bradley was filling you up and fucking his cum deep within your abused walls, throaty grunts leaving his perfect mouth as he did so.

You both were a panting mess as Jake ran his fingers through your damp hair and Bradley kissed along your sweaty shoulder. “You doing okay?” He asked with a breathless laugh, and you nod as you rest your head on his chest, moving to lay on your side next to him.

“I’m great,” you answer and gesture for Jake to lay behind you.

You could feel both their cum dripping from you, but you press your thighs together in an attempt to keep it in as Jake wraps his arms around your middle.

Bradley plays with the ends of your hair as you ask, “Are you two okay?”

Jake laughed as he kissed your shoulder. “I’m always okay, honey,”

Bradley grunted and kissed you sweetly on the lips. “I’m good, too, princess,”

You smile at him and reach down to lace your fingers with Jake, groaning softly when you adjust yourself in a more comfortable position. “Jesus, I’m gonna feel this tomorrow,” you muttered as you tangled your legs with theirs.

“Tomorrow?” Jake asked with a smirk as he looked over at Bradley.

He smirked back, “Baby, you’re gonna be feeling this in a few minutes, tops,”

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3 Is Better Than 2 - Pouts & Promises | Hangster x Reader

Warnings: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x Reader, swearing, mentions of smut, Jake and Bradley both being whipped for you, established relationship, poly relationship.

WC: 2k

All Content is mine, do not post to other sites.

The house was concerningly quiet when Bradley entered it at three PM on a Saturday, a bouquet of pink camellia’s in his hand that he couldn’t resist buying on the way out of the grocery store. “Hey, Hangman,” he called out as he set the keys to his Bronco down onto the kitchen counter.

He was met with more silence, and he wasn’t used to the place being so void of life. Is this what it felt like for you when the guys went on deployments? If so, he was never leaving you again.

“Jake?” He tried again, then glanced inside the garage and saw that the blond’s truck wasn’t in there.

Great, now he had to bring the groceries in by himself.

With a huff, Bradley made his way down the hall and peeked his head into your office, finding you sitting at your desk with your back to him. “Hey, princess,” he greeted as he entered the nicely decorated room. “I got you these.”

He held the flowers out in front of you since you had yet to turn and face him. “Thanks, Bradley,” you take them from him with a small smile.

“Where’d that guy go, huh?” He asked as he looked over at the photo of the three of you at the Hard Deck you had on your bookshelf. “I got some stuff to bring in.”

You turned in your chair and set the flowers aside, giving Bradley the first real look at your face since returning home. “I can help you,” you offer and stand up, moving to walk past him but he reaches out and halts you.

Bradley’s eyes narrow at the redness in your own, and he straightens up a bit as he gently grabs your waist with both hands. “What’s the matter, huh?” He softly asked when he saw the way your bottom lip quivered. “What’d he do this time, pretty girl?”

You shrugged, stepping forward and casting your gaze down at his chest. “Nothing, really,” you try to brush off his questions, but you knew by now that neither he or Jake take kindly to people upsetting you.

So on the rare occasion that it was one of them, the other didn’t let up. “Tell me, baby,” he coaxed, bringing his hand up and pulling at your lip with his thumb. “I hate seeing you look sad.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

“Don’t be sorry,” he murmured and kissed your forehead. “Just tell me what the fucker did so I have an excuse to kick his ass.”

That had you laughing a bit, like he knew it would, and when you pulled away to look up at him, you both wore small grins. “He just said something that hurt my feelings, is all,” you tell him, and Bradley knew you were still holding back because you hated pinning the two guys against each other.

“What did he say?” He asked and you gave him a wary look. “I won’t get mad at him too much, princess, promise. Tell me what he said.”

Bradley was definitely the softer one out of him and Jake, but he was also the one who is more protective over you. He wasn’t afraid to smack some sense into his fellow aviator, and he had on more than one occasion.

Jake was newer to relationships as he slept around before settling down with you, and with Bradley by default, though the men had a small distaste for one another.

They put up with each other only for you, and you were well aware of the power you held over them.

“It’s fine, Bradley,” you try to wave him off again, but he gives you a look that has you sighing in defeat. “He just said…that I’m ungrateful and that I should be more respectful when I talk to him. Maybe I was acting like a bit of a brat earlier…I didn’t mean to, I swear. I’m sorry.”

You spoke quickly as if you were scared that Bradley would lash out on you in the way Jake had apparently done earlier.

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you up against his chest with a soft grunt. “I’m not mad, baby,” he assured you, kissing the top of your head when you relaxed in his hold. “Not at you.”

“Don’t be mad at Jake, please,” you begged softly, bunching up the fabric of his black tee in your hands. “He hurt my feelings, but I don’t want him to be ganged up on. Please, Bradley?”

He looked down at your pretty face and held back a moan at how fucking cute and sweet you are. Jake had upset you earlier, but you still didn’t want him to receive the earful Bradley was already planning on giving him.

He wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you to bed right now, because how could you possibly be this perfect? “Okay, princess,” he agreed, brushing your hair out of your face and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. “I won’t be too mean to him, okay? But I am going to talk to him.”

You sigh but nod, knowing that he wouldn’t let Jake think he could hurt your feelings and not face the consequences. “Okay,” you place your hands flat against his chest and gaze up at him with wide eyes. “You said you have stuff to bring in?”

Bradley nodded and pulled you back to his chest when you tried to walk past him. “But you’re not going to help me with it,” he stated, and you pouted at him. He pulled on your lip again before leaning down to kiss you. Hard. “You’re going to go into the bedroom, okay? I’m gonna show you the respect you deserve.”

You bite down gently on your lip as you press your thighs together. “Are you sure?”

Bradley nodded and kissed you one last time before guiding you out of your office and pushing you towards your room. “Wait for me, okay? I want to take those clothes off you myself,”

You whimper and nod, turning around and quickly making your way to the bedroom.

Bradley watched you until he couldn’t anymore, and then he turned and went back outside. Once he brought the last bag in, he pulled off his top and dropped it onto the kitchen floor, leaving it for Jake to discover later as he headed towards the room, planning to get you off in all the ways he’s done before, but this time by himself.

He made you cum on his fingers, tongue and cock over and over again until you were crying for him to fill you up, and when he did, you kept him close for a long time after.

He whispered soft praises to you as you came down, a light layer of sweat covering the both of you as you held each other until you fell asleep.

It was still early in the evening, but Bradley decided to let you have a quick rest after the bad morning you had with Jake.

He pulled his jeans back on and made his way into the kitchen, pausing by the living room when he saw Jake sitting on the couch, Bradley’s shirt in his hand and an unreadable look on his face. “Hey,” the brunet greeted in a stiff voice. “Dick.”

Jake huffed as Bradley began walking again, and he followed him into the kitchen. “I know, I’m an asshole,” he muttered as he threw the shirt onto the barstool.

“Yeah, you are,” Bradley agreed as he started to put away the groceries.

Jake sighed and sat at the breakfast bar, green eyes full of guilt as he asked, “Is she mad?”

“No, she’s not mad,” Bradley answered with a humorless laugh. “But you hurt her feelings. Why are you such a prick to her sometimes? Do you realize how fucking lucky we are? Because I do.”

“I know, I don’t deserve her,” Jake said under his breath as Bradley shoved the bags into a bigger one and tossed it onto the top shelf in the pantry cupboard. “You’re so good to her, it��s hard to compete sometimes.”

“No one’s competing, Jake,” Bradley scoffed, grabbing his shirt and walking towards the laundry room. “If you haven’t noticed, she’s ours. All ours. She isn’t expecting us to one up each other all the time.”

Jake huffed again and leaned back. “Where is she?”

It was silent for a few seconds before Bradley came back into the kitchen, this time wearing a white muscle tee and a Hawaiian printed shirt. “In bed. Where I left her after ensuring her that she’s not ungrateful or a brat,”

“She thinks she’s a brat?”

“Yeah, she even apologized for it and didn’t want me to go off on you like you deserve,”

“Fuck,” Jake groaned as he stood up. “I’m such a dick.”

Bradley nodded with a tight smile. “Yep,” then pointed in the direction of your room. “Go say sorry, then get ready. We’re going to the Hard Deck.”

Jake nodded, pushing past him and going down the hall where Bradley assumed you were still sleeping. He went back into your office as he heard Jake open the bedroom door, and he took the flowers and put them in a vase with water as he waited for you and Jake to kiss and makeup.

“Y/n?” Jake asked as he poked his head into the room. You were propped up against the pillows with a frown on your lips, and Jake felt his heart break a bit at the sight. “I’m sorry, sweet girl.”

You huff and look away as Jake enters the room and sits down beside you on the messy bed. “For what?”

“Everything,” he answered and took your hand in his, surprised that you actually let him. He had to give it to him, Bradley was damn good at putting you in a better mood. “I didn’t mean what I said, honey. I was out of line, I’m sorry.”

You don’t meet his eyes as you shrug, and you looked so cute in the shirt he recognized as his own. “It’s fine,”

“It’s not fine,” he rasped, kissing the back of your hand repeatedly. “You deserve better than me, sweetheart. I’m so sorry for what I said to you. You’re not ungrateful, and you’re so good to me. I love you, you know that?”

You look over at him with a small smile. “I know,” you say quietly, lacing your fingers with his. “I love you, too, I just…I don’t know. Maybe I was acting like a bitch earlier, I’m sorry-”

Jake shook his head and moved to wrap his arms around you. “You’re not a bitch, sweetheart,” he promised and kissed your temple. “You’re so sweet, far too sweet for me, but I’m so glad I’m yours, honey. I wouldn’t have it any other way; you, me…and I guess Rooster.”

You laughed and leaned up to kiss his jaw. “Roo helped me feel better,” you pointed out and Jake sighed.

“I know, and he shouldn’t have to do that. I shouldn’t be acting like a prick to you in the first place,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before standing up. “Bradley’s an alright guy, I guess. He wants to go out tonight, so you and I need to get ready.”

You grin at him and crawl over to the edge of the bed. “Shower with me?” You sweetly ask as you hold your arms out to him.

Jake smiled down at you as he effortlessly picked you up. “How could I say no to that?” He smirked as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I’ll do better, sweet girl. I promise.”

He knew Bradley probably wore you out while he was cheering you up, so he wasn’t planning on having a quickie with you in the shower. Instead, he massaged your hair and body as he washed you, telling you how much he adores and loves you as he did so. That alone gave him pleasure.

And if you ended up in between both guys once you returned home, then that was just a bonus.

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