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Lucky Girl

Summary: Y/N has a dilemma to solve, but lucky for her, she's got a very handy Alpha to help out.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Omega!reader, referenced Saileen

Word Count: 3025

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics and smut (knotting, unprotected sex, scenting), amusing and dirty little old ladies, I would like to thank my mother for the inspiration from her many life drawing classes and the funny stories she tells me every week about the models.

A/N: Thank you so much Tumblr for making editing 1000% feckin' harder, sorry if there's any formatting issues guys x

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Her frustrated cry echoed through the house, and Dean followed the sound, finding her in the kitchen at the island, phone in hand and dismay on her face. He frowned, skirting around her to lean on the opposite side of the counter. “What’s up?”

“My model for tomorrow night just pulled out,” Y/N muttered, sighing heavily and dropping her phone. “I promised the director I’d get an Alpha model for this class, and now I’m back to square one.”

His bottom lip jutted out and he leaned on the heels of his hands, hunching his shoulders. “This is the, uh, the -”

“Life drawing,” she supplied.

“The nudie class, right?”

“That’s the one.” Another sigh, and she lowered her head, resting her forehead against one palm. “Where the hell am I gonna find an Alpha willing to pose nude in front of a bunch of OAPs?”

For a moment, he was silent, chewing on his lip as he watched her despair. “Out of curiosity, is this a voluntary gig or -?”

She looked up at him. “It’s a hundred bucks for ninety minutes. But you find me an Alpha who wants to do it, as well as is able to do it. I don’t need another Omega clawing my eyes out.”

He stood straight, patting his hands against his chest. “I’ll do it.” Y/N froze, staring at him as if he’d grown a second head. “You?”

“Why not? You can paint me like one of your French girls,” he quipped, and she chuckled, shaking her head as she pressed her hands to his chest. “No?”

“Well, a - it’s a drawing class,” she said hesitantly. “And I guess I wouldn’t have to worry about any Omegas getting pissy with me but…”

“But what?” he asked, shrugging. “It’s not like you’re leaving me to be assaulted by the Golden Girls is it?”

“I dunno, Geraldine can get a little handsy. She makes comments.”

A dirty smirk curved his features. “I got nothing to be ashamed of,” he announced proudly. “So long as you’re okay with me doing it,” he added quickly, leaning on the island again. “I don’t wanna do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

“No,” she replied, picking up her phone. “I’d have to clear it with Jeff first… but I don’t see why you can’t do it.” Her phone started to ring, and she grimaced, giving Dean an apologetic look. “That’s him now. I’ll run it by him, see what he thinks.” The back door opened as she got up, and Dean’s attention was snatched away by his brother’s entrance, leaving his Omega to dash off to the living room for a more private conversation with her boss.

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean greeted, moving to the fridge. “Beer?”

“No thanks, man, I gotta drive later,” Sam replied, shaking his head. “Everything okay?”

The conversation he’d just been having didn’t seem like one he wanted to share with his brother, so he smiled, fishing a beer out of the bottom of the refrigerator. “Yeah, peachy. How’s Eileen?” Sam’s smile was wide. “Hangry.”

“Ah, second trimester. I hear it’s a bitch.”

“Yeah, well, don’t let her hear you say that.”

Y/N returned, smiling as she held up her phone. “Jeff said it’s fine!” she exclaimed. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Sam frowned, looking between them, gaze finally settling on his brother as the elder’s face turned beet red. “Did I, uh, miss something?”

“Nothing,” Dean rushed out. “Just something Y/N needed help with, is all. Nothing to write home about.”

She couldn’t stifle the giggle at how red he turned, sliding back into her seat at the island. “Absolutely nothing.”

The life drawing class was her last of the day, following her beginner’s watercolor classes, and it was one of the more popular ones at the community college. Her regular classroom’s walls were adorned with art created by students that passed through, and in the five years Y/N had been teaching art, she’d never found a school quite as welcoming as Lawrence Community. It was mostly mature students, and her classes in particular were mostly attended by elderly students, and life-drawing was no exception. She was always the youngest person in the room, and handsy Geraldine was the oldest at eighty-five, though she was as spirited as any thirty year old.

Dean was nervous when he showed up ten minutes early, hovering in the doorway as she said goodbye to the last few stragglers from her late watercolor class. When they were finally alone, she smirked at him, folding her arms across her chest as she stood behind her desk.

“Nervous?” she teased.

“No,” he scoffed, false bravado making his voice a little higher than usual.

“Good,” she chuckled, stepping out from her desk. She strode to the furthest wall, pulling out a folding screen from storage. “I don’t think we’re expecting a full house tonight. You can get undressed behind here, then we’ll figure out a pose.”

He balked a little at that. “A pose?”

“Well, you can lie down, or you can sit - you can read a book if you don’t wanna get bored,” she explained.

“Am I allowed to talk?”

“So long as you don’t move too much. Geraldine will probably be very chatty.”

He grimaced, slipping behind the screen. “Okay, now I’m nervous.”

Y/N grinned. “You’re gonna do great.”

While he got ready behind the screen, she began to move the chairs and desks, arranging them in a circle before hauling the chaise longue into the middle. It didn’t take long for Dean to undress, and when he shuffled out from behind the curtain with his hands covering his junk, she couldn’t help but laugh. He peered at the small couch, pulling a face at the size of it.

“Am I even gonna fit on that?”

“It’s very sturdy,” she pointed out.

He didn’t look like he believed her but he approached anyway, lowering himself onto the soft surface with one hand, still covering his dick with the other. “It’s soft,” he exclaimed, testing the weight of it. “Is there a position you’d recommend?”

The innuendo was clear, and she pursed her lips for a second, then cleared her throat. “I’d recommend you lay down,” she rushed out, hoping he couldn’t smell the sudden flare in her scent. “Sometimes when you’re sitting for that long, you’ll be inclined to slouch, and that’ll make your back ache.”

“My back already aches,” he grumbled.

“Maybe pretend like you’re at the psychiatrist’s office or something,” she suggested.

He nodded, mouth pulling down at the corners as he contemplated it. “I can work with that.”

A knock at the door only preceded it opening by a second or two, and Dean jumped when one of her students, Vivienne, stuck her head through the door. “May we come in, dear?”

“You ready?” Y/N asked him quietly. “You’re gonna have to bare all, remember.” He grunted, lying back, reluctantly pulling his hand away from his crotch. She turned her back quickly, striding towards the door. “Of course, girls, please come in.”

The door swung wide, and Dean tried not to be alarmed by the amount of people walking in. There were nine people in total, seven elderly women and two older gentlemen. He was expecting lewd stares; what he got was a cursory glance as one old lady pointed out to her friend that using mayonnaise in a cake recipe wasn’t uncouth in the slightest.

“Okay, guys and gals,” Y/N announced, clapping her hands together as the students found their seats, all facing him. “We’ve got a very handsome model tonight, though I might be biased because he’s my boyfriend.”

One of the ladies pulled her bright pink glasses down, peering over them at him, obviously assessing him. “Lucky girl,” she murmured, and the other women all tittered as he tried not to blush.

Y/N smirked. “Are you in a comfortable position, Dean?”

He shifted, bringing one knee up, trying to appear casual without straining a muscle. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

“Is everyone happy with the model’s positioning?”

A hand shot up, belonging to a petite white-haired lady wearing a blue fuzzy sweater that appeared a couple of sizes too big. Her thick glasses made her eyes huge, and the pearl string that hung from them around her neck jangled when she moved. “Could we turn the light behind him off?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N said, quickly crossing the room to turn the section of lights off. The effect cast almost a spotlight on him, and he swallowed, hoping the ninety minutes would go fast. “Is that okay?”

“Perfect,” the blue-sweater lady grinned, giving her a thumbs up.

“Okay, so ninety minutes, we’re not looking for perfection here, so don’t rush yourselves. Study the angles, take your time, and remember, anything you create is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as him,” the pink-glasses lady chortled, and Dean hoped the lighting didn’t show how red he felt. Y/N only smiled, glancing at the clock before instructing everyone to begin. No one said a word as the room filled with the sound of paper rustling and pencils being sharpened. He stayed as still as possible, feeling a little tense as they studied him.

After a while, Y/N began to walk around the room, checking on her student’s progress. Dean watched her, feeling a little proud of how encouraging she was, helping each individual identify their strengths in their creations. “Great shading, Geraldine,” she commented as she reached the lady with the pink glasses.

“I’m trying to keep everything in proportion,” the old lady murmured with a dirty smirk on her face as her gaze slid to Dean. “Out of curiosity, dear, do you ever cut yourself on that chiseled jaw?”

The ice broke and a quiet rumble of laughter went around the room, with Dean chuckling too. “It’s never been a problem before, darlin’,” he threw back, giving her a salacious wink. She clutching her chest, looking up at Y/N as the younger woman rolled her eyes with a smile.

“If I was fifty years younger,” Geraldine warned playfully, inspiring another round of giggles.

It didn’t seem so bad after that. Dean relaxed, enjoying some back and forth with the more chatty of the students. The time flew by, and when Y/N announced that class was ending, he was surprised to look at the clock and see it was nearly nine-thirty.

Each student packed up, and he took the opportunity to dress again behind the screen, emerging just as the last few ladies were lingering. Geraldine was among them, approaching him as soon as he appeared to shake his hand.

“You take care of our Y/N, you hear?” she instructed in a firm but friendly manner as she clasped his fingers in a strong grip. “She’s very dear to all of us, and you don’t want a dozen old ladies knockin’ down your door.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Trust me, I know how special my girl is.” His eyes met Y/N’s over Geraldine’s head and she smiled at him warmly. “It was nice to meet you, Geraldine.”

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine,” she sighed softly, another dirty smile on her lips, pulling her hands back and turning away. Dean was sure he was beet red, and he remained rooted to the spot until the door was closed and he was alone with his Omega.

She turned the lock, making sure the shutters were fully closed, then faced him with her back to the door. “You know,” she started, an amused tone to her voice, “I thought this was gonna be hard for you, being naked and having to stay still.” He waited, sensing she wasn’t done as she stalked towards him. “But it turns out,” she slowed to stop as she reached him, pressing her hands against his chest, then brought her whole body flush with his, “it’s really hard to watch you be naked for that long and not mount you.”

His eyebrows lifted, head dipping to brush the tip of his nose against hers. “Oh?”

“Geraldine’s right though,” she whispered, pushing up on tiptoes to press her lips to his in a brief chaste kiss that made him groan lightly. “You are beautiful.”

“Shut up,” he grunted, lifting his hand to cup her face as he kissed her properly, forcefully enough that he almost made her stumble back before he used his other hand to grab her ass. She arched against him, moaning into his mouth as she grabbed handfuls of his shirt and ground into him. “We’re not gonna get disturbed in here, right?”

“Nope,” she hummed, squeaking when he suddenly pushed her back against her desk. She grinned at him, perching herself on the desk and spreading her legs. “Do you really wanna wait until we get home?”

“Uh-uh,” he growled, on her again in the next second, claiming her mouth with hard, deep kisses that left her breathless and trembling. “Want you right now.” His hand dropped, fumbling with the fastening on her slacks, almost tangling himself up with her as she went for his. When she grew too impatient, she pushed him back a little, jumping down to remove her pants, easily slipping them off over her tennis shoes. Dean watched her as she shimmied out of her panties, one hand halfway through unbuckling his belt.

“You need a hand with that?” she teased, and he smirked, quickly unfastening his pants as he went for another kiss, helping her back up onto the desk. His pants dropped, coming to a stop mid-thigh as he spread his legs between hers, pinning her thighs apart. “Fuck, Dean -”

He groaned as he fisted his erection, swiping the blunt head through her folds. “All this for me?” he murmured. “You’re soaked, baby…”

“Quit teasing,” she gasped, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Want you inside me.”

It was a request he wasn’t going to deny, and he sank into her slowly, letting her feel every inch until he was buried deep. She moaned, seeking out another kiss as he held himself there, his hands wandering up underneath her shirt to grope at her tits. Despite her squirming, he didn’t even attempt to thrust, enjoying the feel of her channel getting slicker around him. His name left her lips in a tiny wail, and he grinned, pulling back to witness the lust-drunk look on her face.

“You said you wanted me inside you,” he murmured, “not that you wanted anything else.”

“Gah, you’re an ass,” she whimpered, pouting up at him. “Would you please fuck me?”

He smirked. “Since you asked so nicely.”

The desk squeaked under the force of his first thrust, and she grabbed hold of him, kissing him desperately as he slid his hands around her hips to hold her in place. Her knees lifted, ankles locking behind him, and he used the leverage to fuck into her harder. The desk squeaked again, then shifted, and he paused, giving her a worrying look.

“Get on the floor,” she hissed, pushing him back hard enough that he was forced to withdraw. Y/N hopped down, barely giving him a second to process the request through the fog of arousal before she pounced, pulling him down onto the ground and straddling him. Dean moaned as she rubbed her wet slit against him, feeling her hand wrap around him a second later to guide him back inside her.

She didn’t seem to care that they were in a public setting, though the room was two stories up and had no internal windows for anyone to catch sight of them. It wasn’t a worry that occupied his mind for long as she sat on top of him, rocking her hips in tiny circular motions to enjoy the feel of how deep he was. The sensation was pleasurable, not enough to make him cum, but she was easily getting herself off, something he was always happy to watch.

He groaned when she shuddered, her warm little hands splaying over his belly, pushing his shirt up so she could feel his skin. “Wanna feel your knot,” she whispered, running her hands up to his chest as she leaned down to kiss him.

“You’re gonna need to move a little more than that,” he grunted, gasping when she clenched around him. “That’s cheating.”

She giggled, sitting straight again, moving with a little more vigor. There was no bouncing on the cool hard floor of her classroom, instead, she rocked back and forth, and the pressure on his cock was almost dizzying. Her slick made his thighs slippery, and he felt the burgeoning tightness in his belly, giving him a warning that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“You sure you want me to knot you like this?” he panted, hands clutching at her hips.

She smiled and leaned over him, and the angle changed, allowing her to slide up and down his thick shaft without the risk of hurting herself on the tiles. “I want you to knot me like this,” she moaned, moving her lower body a little faster. Dean’s eyes almost crossed, and he tilted his head up, gripping her harder. A repetitive “fuck” left her lips as she kept going, and just when he thought he might crumble in on himself, she slammed down, taking every inch he had to give. His knot popped, and his orgasm washed over him, leaving him tense as she kept writhing on top of him, apparently intent on having him cum as deep as possible.

Every ounce of tension flowed out of him as he finally finished, and Y/N collapsed against his chest, almost purring her contentment. He chuckled, smoothing hair out of her eyes before running his hand down her back.

“I don’t know what I was expecting tonight,” he murmured, “but this pretty much beats out everything I imagined.”

“Hmmm,” she lifted her head, kissing him softly, “maybe I should have you model again sometime.”

Dean grinned. “I’m sure Geraldine would love that.”

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Just the Tip

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Smut. Rooster has quite the mouth on him... that is all. Minors DNI 18+

You weren't totally sure when you noticed it, but once you had, you couldn't stop noticing it.

It's was all you could seem to focus on, the unconscious habit your boyfriend had everytime he was extremely focused. Whether he was flying, playing pool, serenading the Hard Deck, or looking at you like you were a fine meal, Rooster always sticking his tongue out.

He didn't stick it out in an in your face kind of way... no it was subtle...just the tip of it. You were certain he didn't realize it, then again, maybe he did, and maybe the others in your friend group didn't seem to pick up on it either...but it drove you insane.

Not because it annoyed you, but because you wanted to know what else his tongue could do.

Sure, Rooster had used his tongue to trace the space between your collar bone and your ear, and he had plunged it into your mouth to explore it like Magellan, but he had never gone down on you.

That was mostly your fault. You were honestly hesitant to let him do it. Everytime you fell into the sheets he offered, nay, begged for you to let him. You had given him head many times, but something about letting him return the favor made you apprehensive.

"What if I tastes weird?" You told him once. "Honey I've tasted you on my fingers before and believe me, you are delicious." He quickly replied back. "What if I crush you or suffocate you with my thighs?" You had argued. "What a hell of a way that would be to go, drowning in my girls sweet pussy." He quipped back before you smacked him in the shoulder.

Even with his reassurance you still couldn't bring yourself to let him... until tonight.

You weren't quite sure what had changed in you, but the air at the Hard Deck was charged with sexual tension. Maybe it was your 3rd cranberry mule of the night that changed your mind. Maybe it was the way his aviators hung low on his nose as he played the piano. Maybe it was the way he looked in his new Hawiian shirt you had gotten him. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way that damn tongue of his peaked out of his lips as he lined up his final shot in his game of 8-ball against Hangman.

Whatever it was, you found yourself sliding off you your bar stool and waltzing over to him to congratulate him on his victory.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. His smile was bright as he hugged you. Your lips ghosted against his ear, and in the quietest whisper you could manage you breathed out: "Take me home, I want to find our what else that tongue can do Daddy."

His grip on your waist tightened as he inhaled sharply and stood up. He cocked his head to the side as if he was checking to make sure he heard you correctly. You nodded your head and gave him a wink. His eyes darkened, as if on cue, the pink tip of his tongue peeked out from his lips.

Rooster didn't need to be told twice. He quickly said his goodbyes, paid your tab and dragged walked you by the hand out of the bar.

Once you had made your way into the parking lot to the Bronco, Rooster pushed you up against it and slanted his mouth over yours. He tongue plunged deep in your mouth. You moan against him as you battled him for dominance in the kiss.

"You know baby, if you had wanted to make out, we could have went out back, we didn't have to leave." He states pulling away and leaving you breathless.

"Making out with you is great and all baby, but I had something else in mind... if you're up for it." You tell him with a mischievous glint in your eye. "And what might that be Princess?" He asked you silently hoping it's what he is thinking.

"Everyday I watch you stick that pretty little tongue of yours out when you are concentrating on something. I watch you wag it around during flight training, pool, piano playing, it taunts me, and today... well today I've finally decided I'm done letting it tease me. You explain to him with your new found confidence.

"So what exactly do you want me to do with it then?" Rooster asks you. He needs go hear you say it.

"I wanna know what it feels like between my legs when I cum all over it." You tell him as you bite your lower lip and look up at him with big, innocent doe eyes.

"Oh Baby Girl..." he groans. "You don't know how long I have waited to hear you say that. Fuck you look so pretty with those filthy words coming out of your mouth." He tells you while gripping your chin to make you look at him. "Well Roosie, are you just going to stand there and tell me how pretty I look, or are you going to take me home and show me?" You challenge him rocking back on your heels.

"Get in the Bronco." He orders while opening the door. You climb up, but before you can get all the way in, Rooster delivers a playful smack to your round ass.

He had a white knucked grip on the steering wheel as you drove back to your shared bungalow. His left knee bounced against the floorboard. You weren't sure who wanted this more, you or him.

At a stoplight you shifted in your seat, pressing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to relieve some of the growing pressure. He hadn't even really touched you yet, but you were already soaked at the thought of his face buried in your heat.

You glanced over and watched him adjust himself through his jeans, his desire growing more prominent by the minute. His brows furrowed, you could tell he was getting antsy waiting for the damn light to change.

"Thank fuck" He cursed under his breath when it finally did turn green. He did 10 over the speed limit after that. You swear the Bronco was peeling in the driveway on two wheels when you finally got home.

Rooster literally jumped out of the driver's seat and ran to your side. You had just enough time to unbuckle yourself before your door flew open.

He leaned in and pressed a heated kiss to your lips. "God I love you." He said looking deep into your eyes before grabbing you out of the car and tossing you over his shoulder. "But I cannot wait to wreck you" He said as he made his way up the few steps to the front porch.

"Bradley!" You gasped. "Put me down!" You're hands smacked his back as you fought to no avail. Rooster smacked your ass and chuckled. He had no intention of giving into your demands until he had you where he wanted you.

He finally set, well rather tossed you down in the middle of the king sizee bed. Rooster wasted no time yanking your sundress over your head and tossing it along with your shoes across the room, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace panties. His shirt and pants joined your clothes lost somewhere in the room. "Someone's eager." You quipped looking at him as he stood bedside the bed.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he leaned over to kiss you.

"What can I say, I've been waiting almost a year to do this... it's like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one." He told you. His eyes were dark with lust as they raked over you.

You looked up at him through hooded lids. His pupils were blown so wide his normally honey golden orbs were almost black. He leaned back on his calves deciding his next move. He look good sitting there... almost too good.

His chest rose rapidly with shallow breaths. His hair was slightly askew from your fingers running through it. His black boxers hung low on his hips, leaving his sleek cut V on display for you. His cock was straining through the material of them...begging to be let out for you.

You laid there watching him, drinking him in, engraving this image of him into your brain.

"Baby" his voice came out softly breaking you from your trance. You met his eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this? You know I would never do anything you didn't want to. And I don't want you to feel like we have to do this." He asked you.

If there was one thing Rooster was sure about it was that he always wanted your consent before trying something new in the bedroom. He wanted to make sure you were okay with everything and you know if you told him right now to stop, he would, no questions asked.

"I'm sure Bradley. I want this, I want you." You assured him once again.

He silently nodded his head and slipped to the bottom of the bed. You laid back and looked up at the ceiling letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You knew this was going to be good. You had never had a bad sexual experience with Rooster.

You had mentally prepared yourself for this on the ride home, but what you hadn't prepared yourself for was for Rooster to grab your ankle and pull you to the edge of the bed. You let out a surprised gasp when he pulled you.

Your ass was now on the edge of the mattress while he knelt on the floor infront of you.

He pushed your thighs apart and settled between them. His broad hands landed on your hips as he played with the waistband of your navy blue lace panties.

You could feel his breath hot and heavy against your center.

He was taking his time and you were getting impatient and losing your nerve. You were just about to tell him to forget the whole thing when you felt his lips connect with your clit over your still clothed core.

You sucked in a deep breath of surprise and arched towards his mouth. You heard him laugh from the end of the bed. "So sensitive already" He mumbled against your center as he sucked it over your underwear.

Your eyes were already rolling back in your head and he hadn't even made full contact yet.

He continued to lick and suck over your panties giving you the chance to get used to the feeling and relax. Once he was sure you were nice and warmed up and ready, he slid them down your already trembling legs.

They were soaked.

"So wet for me baby." He murmured against your skin as he nipped the flesh inside your thighs.

Everything already felt so good, you weren't sure how it could get better until you felt the first broad swipe of his tongue over you.

You almost flew up off the bed because fuck it felt good. A scream left your lips as he flattened his tongue out again against you. His arms locked under your thighs and pulled you closer to his mouth.

His tongue assaulted your core, licking and sucking and fucking into you.

You bit down on you lower lip, afraid of the sounds that might spill out of you.

However the last ounce of self control you had quickly disappeared when you felt his plush lips seal over your clit and suck it hard into his mouth.

"FUUUUUCK Bradley!" You scream at the sensation.

He chucked from between your folds as he buried his face further into you.

He truly was buried in your pussy, eating you like you were a buffet that had been prepared just for him. One of your hands found purchase in his curls and tugged hard on them. The pull only seemed to futher spur him on along with the mewls and moans from your mouth that were driving him crazy.

"Feels so good, oh my God, yes daddy please" you moaned out as he alternated between sucking on your clit and circling it with his tongue. The same tongue that had put you in this very position. He was just as good with it as you had imagined he would be... better even.

"So.... so.... close... please... Roos... please" you panted out trying to communicate what you needed to him.

"That's it princess, come on baby cum all over my tongue. I know you want to... I need you too." He moaned from beneath you.

You ground yourself down hard against his face. His mustache providing a deliciously scruffy friction that you never knew you needed in your life.

Any coherent capabilities you had left your body the moment two of his thick fingers plunged into your folds and curled up into you.

He used them to fuck you in tandem with the movements of his mouth against your center.

You were so close and so wet. It should have been embarrassing out turned on you were and the sounds that you were making.

It was loud, sloppy, pornographic, and the hottest fucking thing you or Bradley had ever heard.

You gripped his head tighter pulling hard on the roots of his sandy locks trying to not let go, wanting to extend this feeling forever.

Rooster growled and gave a harsh suck to your sensitive bud which caused the flood gates to quite literally open. You came harder than you ever had in your life, sure you had left a huge mess behind but you were so deep in your throws of pleasure you didn't care. You screamed his name as he continued to lick and suck and finger you through your high.

You barely had a moment to breath before his lips and fingers had coaxed a second orgasm out of you hot on the tail of your first.

As you came down from your second high, his mouth and hands became to much, you were too sensitive. You pulled him away from you, abet with some protest from him.

"S'too much" you weakly protested. As you laid down on the bed throughly spent.

Rooster came and gently tugged you up the mattress. "C'mere baby, you made a mess" He mummbled to you. You sat up and noticed the large wet spot on the duvet. You covered your face and blushed.

"It's okay baby. That was amazing. Hot as fuck. Can't wait to do it again." He told you.

You kissed him hard. "Let me take care of you now" you whispered against his lips. You moved to slip your hand into is boxers only to be met with a sticky warmth. Your eyes went wide as you broke the kiss and looked at him.

"Did you cum from eating my pussy?!" You asked him both shocked and amazed.

"Like I said baby... Hot. As. Fuck" Rooster stated back.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it just as much as I did, anytime you want to do it again, I will be more than glad to let you. And to think I was afraid to let you om the first place... man was I stuipd." You laughed as you settled against his chest you eyes suddenly heavy with sleep from the two intense orgasms he had given you, while his face lit up with a shit eating grin and a look of "I told you so in his eyes"

"Baby Girl, can't fall asleep just yet, let's get cleaned up and a new blanket." Rooster gently told you. He got up and stripped the duvet off the bed and tossed it in the corner. He grabbed a clean one off the top shelf of the hall closet and went to the bathroom and grabbed a warm wash cloth and cleaned both of you up.

He slipped on a pair of fresh boxers before grabbing one of his old Top Gun shirts and a pair of sleep shots for you. He helped you dress, as your body was still weak.

Once he had taken care of you he climbed into bed and tucked you against his side. His hands gently played with your hair as you laid next to him.

"Baby" He called to you. "Hm?" You asked meeting his eyes.

"Next time, you're riding my face" Rooster stated leaving no room for argument before he turned out the light.

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