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h-c-u · 1 year

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Showing the ropes.

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

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

W/C: 2.2k

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

TWs: Bodily Fluids

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

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

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

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

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

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

- No... - he whispered finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Closed. - he was indeed prepared.

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

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

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

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

But he called.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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suck4angststory · 2 years

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

Second Part I Still don't like him

You Never Like Every Man I'm Dating

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pervert" You snorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you." You told him.

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

****

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuel temps are looking good."

"Control concurs."

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

"Control concurs."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Engine, go."

"Thermals, go."

"Fuel, go."

"Electric, go."

"Control surfaces, go."

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

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

"Cleared above 600. Increase to Mach 3.5."

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

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

"Transitioning to scramjet." The Engines jet roaring.

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

"Ordering." Cain corrects him.

"Ordering that we bring her down."

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

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

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

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

"Flight data?" Hondo asked the WCO

"Receiving. Data is good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"CVN-71" He shrugs

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not happening" he shook his head.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where?" he looked at you again.

"CVN-71" you muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Call Sign: Avalanche (pt. 2)

Hey @i-wear-wet-socks313 —

As promised, part 2 of your request. This one isn't quite as long as the first part, but that's probably a good thing 😅

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x F! Pilot! Reader (Call sign: Avalanche) Word Count: 4700 Warnings: the author knowing nothing about the Navy or aviation, language, smut Read Previous Minors DNI

Phoenix and Bob, Payback and Fanboy, make it to the carrier moments after Overwatch reports that Dagger Two has been shot down going back for Dagger One. No one was around to tell whether parachutes deployed, and Bradley’s ESAT was either turned off in the ejection or blown up on impact.

You’ve never heard a command room go so quiet so fast. Even Cyclone leaves with a heavy sigh, hand over his mouth as he goes to debrief with Daggers Three and Four.

On the tarmac, Hangman hasn’t been able to climb out of his plane despite Cyclone’s clipped permission to do so. You’re similarly rooted to your spot, static ringing in your ears and a numb, cottony feeling taking over most of your senses. It doesn’t feel real. You’d just gotten him back, and in a blink, he’s gone. They both are.

Maverick.

Bradley.

Gone.

Shot down.

Tears threaten to spill over your lashes, a sob working its way up your throat. They were supposed to come back. He was supposed to bring all of them back.

The metronomic tick of an analog clock keeps the time, but as each tock blends together, there’s no way for you to be sure how long you’ve been standing there. All the shapes, colors, and sounds mix together until, like paint, they become a single, muddy brown and swirl down the drain with your hopes for tomorrow. Any second now, the third shoe will drop: Payback will collapse, the enemy airbase will retaliate, or Bob will break his glasses. Then it happens:

Miracle number three.

“Sir,” the static-y voice of the operator in Overwatch comes through the radio, “we’re receiving a signal from Rooster’s ESAT. There seems to be a malfunction.”

You wipe your tears away. The mission technically isn’t over yet, and with Cyclone out of the control tower, command falls to you. “Have we lost him?” Devastation still colors your voice that sloppy, drab brown, but it is what it is.

“No, ma’am. He’s supersonic.”

It clicks for Hondo a second before it does for you, the meaning lost somewhere in the cotton that has grown between your ears, each thought coming to you slowly like molasses. “He’s airborne.”

An operator’s screen pings to your right. “Overwatch reports an F-14 Tomcat is airborne and on course for our position.”

A smile cracks the corner of your lips as your heart catches in your throat. “That sonuvabitch.”

Mav.

Without a word, Hondo meets your eyes, nods, and stands in front of the control room’s door to buy you extra time. News on a carrier spreads like wildfire, and Cyclone is undoubtedly already on his way back to command. Your time is limited. Every second counts, so you jump in headfirst.

“Is Dagger Spare ready to go?” you ask the comms operator.

“Dagger Spare requesting permission to launch and fly air cover,” Hangman’s voice comes through the radio before comms can ask him to confirm his status.

Behind you, Cyclone is banging on the control room door and ordering Hondo — who is pretending he can’t hear him through the reinforced metal — to step aside.

With the comms operator distracted, you slam your hand down on the blinking green button and lean into the activated mic. “Control to Dagger Spare, you are clear for take-off. Launch immediately.” For once, Hangman decides to keep his mouth shut, and when Cyclone makes it into the room, he’s too late. There’s no stopping the canon once it’s been fired. Hangman is airborne.

“Hangman.”

“Ma’am?”

“Bring them home.”

— — —

Sex on an aircraft carrier is a young man’s game.

That doesn’t stop either of you.

You excuse yourself from the control room and onto the flight deck, one of a hundred faces rushing toward Mav and Rooster as they stumble out of the cockpit. Once he’s let Bradley go, Mav only has eyes for one person. You. But this reunion is trickier. You leave the Tomcat, Bradley, the rest of the Daggers, and the crowd behind in search of something more secluded.

Years ago, Mav would’ve dragged you into a broom closet, but those days are far behind you. The Mav you know now has bad knees from too many spills off his bike and pulling too many Gs, and some days your back hurts when you bend down wrong. You both need a bed.

Mav’s bed might be closer, but it’s also back in the bunks with the rest of the team. You, on the other hand, are an admiral and that comes with perks. Not big ones, but a double bed and your own room are more than enough for what you have planned.

You manage to keep your hands to yourselves all the way to your quarters — you’re still Mav’s superior officer, and these things require discretion. That doesn’t stop Mav from keeping close or placing his hand against your lower back as you near your destination.

With a cursory glance at the empty hall, Mav’s hands find your hips. You both stumble into your room as the door unlocks and gives under your combined weight, your lips all over each other.

You shut the door as Mav swings you around to press your back against it, but you drive him further into the room, your hands in his hair as you gasp, stealing each other’s air as you greedily take everything you’ve been denying yourselves over the years.

“God, Mav.”

“I know, sweetheart.” He winces as he falls onto your bed, looking up at you as you straddle him. One of his hands finds your hip again, the other running up your ribs, bypassing your chest to cup your cheek. “I was an idiot,” he whispers hotly against your lips.

“Gonna need you to be more specific, Mav.” And you feel his chuckle as you lick down his neck.

“Guess I deserve that.” He hisses as you nip at his collarbone through his white undershirt. “Never should’ve let you go,” he says, his fist clenching in your shirt as if to prove his point, but he’s only making it more difficult for you to push his flight suit off his shoulders as he tries to tug you back down. “I was an idiot. I should’ve listened to you.”

“You’re here now,” you say, nipping at the corner of his jaw as you finally get the heavy fabric of his flight suit pushed to the side and pull his t-shirt over his head. But then you pause, smile falling. “Mav,” you gasp, as your fingers run over the dark bruise still forming across his collarbone. He hisses at the light touch — so his wince earlier hadn’t been from surprise. The thought crosses your mind that you shouldn't have brought him here. He'd been shot down, ejected, and then crash landed on the flight deck. You should've brought him straight to Medical.

“Later,” he says as if he can read your mind, brushing your hands aside as you reach for his discarded shirt. With his good arm, he pulls your front flush with his and despite your worry the contact sparks something deep in your gut. “I’m not letting you go now that I just got you back.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. “I need you.” The vibration of those words raises goosebumps, a winterfresh zing of need shooting up your spine.

It's been years since you've had him last and you’re just as weak for him now as you ever were. Weaker, probably.

“Okay,” you promise and duck to catch his lips in another kiss. It's meant to be a peck, short and sweet, but Mav has other plans. You break away before you can get too lost in it. “But you’re going to Medical after this.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You chuckle and give him a gentle shove. "From admirals' daughters to admirals." You shake your head fondly.

“What can I say?” he asks, impatiently unbuttoning your khakis so you can slip the garment over your head. “I’ve grown.”

You roll your hips down over his, feeling the plump line of him between your legs and reveling in his surprised groan. “Still growing.”

“Gimme a minute. I’m not twenty anymore.”

“Thank god.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You grin mischievously. “Nothing.”

“Listen, sweetheart.” Mav bucks his hips for leverage and rolls so you’re caged beneath him, though he’s careful to avoid putting too much weight on his bad arm. “I’ve learned a thing or two in my old age.” As if to demonstrate, he reaches around your back with one hand, deft fingers unhooking your bra. “And I’m going to rock your world.”

You lick your lips at the promise glinting in his eyes. “Big words for a small man,” you say, unable to resist the temptation to rile him up, goad him into action. To get his lips back on yours.

“Not small where it counts.” His hips rock into yours again, and you let out a little gasp as the rough zipper of his flight suit drags over your clit through your own pants. “Or did you forget?”

“How could I?” You drop the façade as you whine and arch up into him. “Cocky, chip on your shoulder, something to prove,” you list off. “Best sex I ever had.” And it’s a bit of a shock to your ego that your words ring true. Almost forty years later, no one has been able to hold a candle to Mav.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Mav says as he kisses down the hollow of your throat, and it’s the slightest bit condescending but also full of pride. Your little admission may have bruised your ego, but it’s clearly boosted his.

“Guess it’s better when you love the guy.”

Mav’s head pops up, lips parted and eyes wild. “Say it again.”

You suck in a breath, your voice shaking. “I love you.”

“Fuck.” His head falls to thunk against your chest, resting right over your heart. “Again. Again, sweetheart, please.”

“I love you.”

Mav surges up, your teeth clacking as he attacks your lips with a barely restrained hunger. Your stomach clenches and your nails dig in to leave red trails down Mav’s back until they snag in the fabric pooled around his waist. Your head swims, lungs catching as sweaty palms try to push the material from Mav’s hips while he pops the button on your slacks and shoves a hand inside. He cups your sex and your stomach lurches, a jittery feeling growing by the second, blood roaring loud in your ears as your heart beats frantically against your ribs, hard enough that you wonder if Mav can feel it where your chests are pressed together. If he also feels like he's about to throw up butterflies.

Your legs tingle, the heat from your cheeks settling deep between your thighs with Mav’s finger as he runs it through your slick folds and lets it slip inside you until his knuckles grind into your pussy lips. “Still so tight,” he says as he quickly slips a second finger into you. You hum at the stretch. You’re warm all over, knees trembling where they cradle Mav’s hips. He can’t stop the shift of his cock against the back of your thigh, seeking your heat and enough friction to take the edge off his need. “Wanna taste you.”

“Mav,” you whine, shaking your head as his fingers disappear from your cunt with a lewd squelch, and you try to drag his flight suit over his ass with your heels. “Come back here and fuck me.”

“I will, baby,” he murmurs, kissing his way down your body. “Just a quick taste, then I will.”

The first touch of his tongue to your core is electric. You jolt, legs instinctively trying to close around his head, but he holds you where you are as he moans and dives back in for more. It goes beyond a simple taste, Mav working your pussy over with tongue, lips, and teeth like a man starved. Taking his fill of you and giving you pleasure in return until his lips are puffy, slick with spit and your arousal.

“Pete,” you half-yell, your walls clenching around his tongue as your fingers tighten in his hair. He releases you with a parting suck to your clit, heaving for breath as he licks his lips and lets you pull him up from between your legs.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, kissing up to your ear.

“Want to cum with you inside me.”

Mav groans. He kisses your collarbone and kicks the rest of his clothes off until he’s naked on the bed with you. “Condom?”

“Are you clean?”

He gives you a confused look. “Yeah, but–”

“So am I.” You pull Mav into another kiss and try to wrap your legs around his trim waist, but he stops you.

“I think I have some in my bag. Let me just–”

“Mav–” you stop him before he can reach for his clothes “–I’m nearly sixty.”

“Yeah,” Mav agrees. “We’re both too old to be raising kids, sweetheart. I'll jus–”

“Mav,” you say because he doesn’t seem to be getting it. “I can’t get pregnant.”

But instead of reassuring him, your words send him reeling. He sits back on his heels. “What happened?”

“Menopause.” You pull him down until you’re pleasantly caught between his chest and your just-left-of-comfortable mattress. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind fucking me before you completely kill the mood.”

“That an order, admiral?”

“Only if you’ll follow it.”

It turns out ‘fuck me’ is the one order Mav isn’t opposed to following. When it comes from you, of course.

Your jaw goes slack as Mav sinks into you, but your legs tighten around him, your short nails digging into the meat of his shoulders to leave little half-moons for the medical staff to find.

“Fuck,” Mav groans into your neck. “Not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“Me neither.” Your voice trembles, tears threatening to spill from how right this feels. Mav in and around you. Then, when Mav shifts back so he can grind forward: “God, Pete.”

“I’ve got you,” Mav vows before his lips are on yours again. Swallowing your hitch of breath and subsequent noise. “Never should’ve let you go.”

You arch when he hits that spot within you that turns your legs to jelly, and you don’t quite manage to bite back a moan. “Don’t do it again.”

Mav pants a laugh, sweat beading along his temples. “I won’t. Never again.” His hand sneaks from your hip to your clit, rubbing tight circles into it that has your vision swimming.

“Mm– Jesus. Fuck. Mav!”

Mav grunts into your lips as the wet slap of your sex becomes louder and more frantic. “You gonna cum for me?” You nod, catching his bottom lips between your teeth and giving it a firm, wet suck.

You scream when your orgasm hits you, catching you by surprise with its intensity. It’s been a while since you’ve cum so hard, and from the animalistic noise that your partner releases, you can assume the same for him. You’d feel bad for your neighbors if you were capable of thought at all. Instead, you run your hands up and down Mav’s back and trade soft, wet kisses as you continue to come down from the kaleidoscope of emotion and sensation still singing through your veins.

All too soon, you have to return to work. You’ve stolen him away for selfish reasons, but Mav still needs to report to Medical, and so long as you’re on the carrier, you still have a job to do. So you help Mav get back into his flight suit, straighten your khakis, and leave the sanctuary of your quarters.

You leave Mav to explain away the fresh nail tracks on his own. Slipping away while he’s still fully clothed and the medical staff is giving him grief for not coming directly to them once celebrations on the flight deck ended.

It’ll be a while before Medical gets him back to you, so you go about your duties.

Medical keeps Mav overnight for observation. When he's set to be released, a nurse walks him out and hands you a bottle of pills which Mav — whose arm is set in a sling — had no doubt tried to leave behind.

“What’d the doctor say?” you ask as he checks to ensure that Medical is out of view before he shakes out of the sling and throws it into the nearest trash bin.

He shoots you a cocky grin. “That you did a number on my back.” You choose to ignore that and instead raise an eyebrow at how he gently rotates his shoulder. From the painkiller prescription and the abandoned sling, you suspect that his collarbone is fractured, but Hell would have to freeze over before Mav would admit it. “Really, Avalanche,” he tries again, his finger brushing over the back of your hand — as close as you can get to showing affection outside of your quarters —, “It’s nothing I can’t bounce back from.”

“Uh-huh.”

He catches up to you as you round a corner. “Bruising will stick around for a while, but it'll fade soon enough.”

“And the swelling?”

“It’s not that swollen,” he insists but angles away when you try to get a good look at him. Not that you’re sure you’d have been able to see anything beneath his t-shirt, anyway.

“When can you fly again?” Cyclone had said that this would be his last station, but with the resounding success of the mission, you doubted that the Navy had seen the last of Pete Mitchell.

“A couple weeks.” That’s definitely pushing it. You’ll have to stay on your toes to keep him on the ground until he’s actually cleared to fly.

“Who’d have thought pulling Gs would be good for healing broken bones?” Your delivery is dry, but it gets Mav to crack a lopsided smile.

“Doctor might have said something about bed rest.”

Your conversation halts as another officer passes in the opposite direction. Once they’re out of earshot: “Is that right?”

Mav nods. “Only thing is: my bed isn’t very restful.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t know the last time you slept in the bunks, but it feels like you’re sleeping on a concrete slab–”

“That’s an insult to concrete slabs.”

“–and I’ve got a top bunk, and I just don’t know how much more these old bones can take.”

You hum. “It will be hard to climb up there with your arm in that sling you threw away.”

“Yeah,” Mav says, leaning against the wall as you turn to face him. “So I was kinda hoping I could stay in yours.”

You fight down the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “What makes you think my bed’s going to be restful?”

“Well, for starters, it’s lower to the ground. Much easier to climb into.” Mav smiles, dimples popping in his cheeks and eyes sparkling with the same undeniable charm you’d fallen for all those years ago. “But to tell you the truth, Avalanche: I’m really hoping it isn’t restful at all.”

You give Mav a stern once over before looping your fingers into the sleeves of his flight suit tied around his waist and begin leading him the rest of the way toward your quarters. “Come on, then, Captain. We should get you back to bed. Doctor’s orders.”

This time, when you and Mav make it to your room, you’re both smiling, your hands kept to yourselves.

There is no stumbling. You let Mav into the room first, pushing the door open for him once it’s unlocked and leaving the main light off as he sits on the edge of your bed. Flicking on the standing lamp in the room’s corner casts your bed and Mav’s face in soft yellow light.

“Mood lighting?” he asks, but you say nothing. Simply stand between Mav’s knees to caress his cheekbones with your thumbs and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, cheek. “Avalanche,” he sighs as you tip his head back and pass over his lips to kiss his chin, the soft spot beneath his jaw. And then, after you hum in answer: “Kiss me.”

With a tender look, you give in. Brush your lips over Mav’s slowly and sip him like a fine wine. Take your time to really enjoy it. His wind-chapped lips, the mossy green of his eyes, the scratch of day-old stubble, and the tickle of regulation-short hair between your fingers.

Mav’s breath hitches when your knees sink into the mattress on either side of him. One of your arms drapes over his good shoulder, your other pressed flat to his chest so you can track the steady beating of his heart. His hands tentatively find your waist and hold you as he tilts his head to the side and licks languidly at the seam of your lips, eager to deepen your kiss.

Your tongues meet with a sigh, the two of you leisurely exploring the other until your lungs burn, love bubbles beneath your skin, and a fluttery feeling behind your belly button pulls your stomach tight.

“Lie down,” you say, gently applying pressure with the hand against his chest. Instead of answering, he steals your breath in another deep kiss, but you shake your head and give him a light push. “The doctor said you need to relax–” you wait until he’s situated against your pillows, then follow him, littering his neck with lingering kisses “–so let me help you relax.”

You work your way down, placing kisses over his shirt until you can push it up his stomach to reveal the dark trail of hairs that dip below the waist of his boxers.

“You don’t have to,” he says, thumb ghosting over your lower lip.

“I know.” You kiss his thumb, looking him in the eyes as you work to open his flight suit knotted around his waist. “I want to.” Mav lifts his hips to help you draw the heavy fabric off him. He’s half-hard in his boxers, and you rub your palm over the shape of him.

“Two rounds in twenty-four hours?” Mav huffs out a laugh. “Give me ten minutes.”

“I’ll give you more than that.” I’ll give you forever. The sincerity of it catches you off guard, heart skipping a beat and fingers stilling.

“Hey.” Fingers under your chin bring your eyes back up to his. “I know you will.” His smile mirrors that same raw emotion that had colored your words. Calloused fingers stroke your cheek like he isn’t half-hard with his dick in your face. Like you aren’t about to choke yourself on his cock and ride him into the sunset. You can’t help but crawl back up to steal one more kiss, lightheaded with the joy that bubbles up.

You brush your lips apologetically over Mav’s collarbone through the cotton of his shirt, then trail further down. Your hands rest over his boxers, bunching the fabric as your touch runs up and down his thighs without touching where you know he aches for you. Mav bites back a moan when your open mouth finds the head of him through his boxers, your tongue working to wet the fabric and catching the barest taste of him as he twitches under the attention.

“Please,” he whimpers with his head thrown back. You think about drawing it out, but he asked so sweetly — Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly and tried to keep his hips from jerking. You draw him out of his boxers, one hand holding him at the base while you lazily press a kiss to the head and draw him into your mouth. The airy “fuck” he lets out as his legs tremble is worth it.

It doesn’t take long to get Mav hard enough for you to climb into his lap, holding him steady as you line his cock up to your entrance and let gravity inch you down. Once you take him to the root, you stay there. Each of you content to be precisely where you are. Holding and kissing with a smoldering heat that scorches the backs of your throats until you’re burning up and dizzy from the smoke. Hands wandering. Mapping each other anew after so many years — the bump in Mav’s other collarbone from a long-healed break, a smattering of silver scars across his torso, back, and arms from surgeries or crash landings — stories you’ll have to ask him about later.

It’s only when the embers of passion blaze hot in your belly that you begin to shift together, unhurried and sighing into each other’s mouths as your hips roll together. Barely lifting before coming together again.

Your head wants to loll back, but you desperately need to look into Mav’s eyes. To soak in the way he looks at you like you’re something precious. To stay hypnotized in the many shades of green overtaken by the depths of his lust. His love for you. He catches your head when it becomes too heavy, cradling it in his palm and curling against you until your foreheads press together, eternity flashing in evergreen eyes as he coaxes you into a kiss.

Your climax rolls through you, reducing you to a shuddering, keening mess. Mav follows you over the edge, holding you so you’re pressed flush from his thighs up to where he gasps into the curve of your neck. You luxuriate in the sweaty embrace, catching your breath until you’re sure you can make the short walk to your bathroom to grab a washcloth and clean the both of you enough to climb beneath your covers.

Mav’s arm wraps around your shoulders as you curl into his side and breathe him in, happy to spend the remainder of your off-hours tucked beneath his arm. Warm and safe and loved.

“What now?” Mav asks after you’ve settled, his eyes transfixed on the ceiling.

“Whatever we want.”

“Yeah?” You nod, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Nowhere you need to be?”

“Nowhere I’d rather be, Pete.” His arm tightens around you, his head ducking so he can press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder blade.

“I’ve got a place in the Mojave,” Mav offers after a beat. “Not a lot. An old hangar. A trailer.”

“A plane?”

“Maybe.”

“Mojave’s a long trip from North Island,” you murmur. “How’re you planning on getting there?”

He shrugs. “Bike.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow, looking down at Mav where he’s settled against your pillow. At the mottled bruise over his collarbone. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll do it. “Guess I’m coming with you, then.”

Mav smiles. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

You shake your head, settling back into his side and pulling the duvet up to your chin. “We’ll rent a trailer for your bike.”

“Oh, we will?” It’s teasing. There isn’t a tense bone in Mav’s body.

“Someone’s gotta keep you away from that plane you may or may not have.”

“She’s not ready to go up anyway.”

An amused exhale escapes through your nose. “Good.” Then, as you drift, floating in that pleasant in-between of wakefulness and sleep, you ask: “What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing,” Mav says. “Just gotta put on the finishing touches.”

You hum. “Teach me?”

“To fix up the Mustang?”

“A P-51?” He nods. “Well, now you’ve gotta teach me.”

“Yeah,” he says, picking up where he left off and rubbing circles into your skin. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

You nod, sleep steadily overcoming you. “Missed you, Mav,” you whisper as your breathing begins to even out.

“I’m not going anywhere this time,” he whispers back like it’s a secret, and your heart feels lighter for it.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

You aren’t sure what the coming weeks will bring, but you know you’ll get through them together. Wrapped in Mav’s arms and his love, you finally drift to sleep.

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dearcarmine · 24 days

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top gun; maverick twt p!links

jake “hangman” seresin

him holding you in place as he fucks you

he’s too impatient, anywhere works

any excuse to wrap his hands around your throat

roped up for jake and fucked from the back

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

your ass is for him and him only

messy tongue kissing with rooster

ass kisses after getting held and fucked

appreciating your tits <3

mickey “fanboy” garcia

fanboy body worshipper

he can’t resist your tits

his chain danging as he eats you out <3

mick wants you close as he fingers you

pete “maverick” mitchell

fucking your throat after a round

mav holding you and fucking you, not being able to resist a slap or two

he makes your showers worthwhile

“like this,” he guides you

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helloitstsyu · 9 months

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TikTok Tease | Tom Cruise 18+

My masterlist

Summary : You did a tiktok video in front of Tom and teased him with it.

a/n : saw something on tiktok and just can't stop to think about this. here's the link . Also i tried smtg different, this is on reader's POV.

Pairing : Tom Cruise x Fem¡reader

Wc: 2k ish

Warning : smut. do not enter if you're minor

I saw this video and I'm itching to do it to Tom. He's upstairs right now in his office having his last phone call meeting for the day. Meanwhile I'm just down here in the kitchen preparing for our dinner while i jammed to A Gangester's Wife by Ms Krazie.

"Darling?" his voice shoots in between the upbeat tune.

Looking up, Tom's walking down the stairs. Donning a casual navy polo shirt and a pair of jeans, he looks just as ravishing as he always is.

"Hi babe, dinner's almost ready.." i smile to him as he walks closer and joins me in the kitchen. "Everything okay with the call?" I ask.

"Yeah..." he nods with a smile. "It went well. We still have to call the studio and ask for the greenlight, but yeah, everything sorted out one by one— is that my favorite pesto?" He leans to the stove and takes a look at the food that I'm cooking. Tom takes an inhale deeply at the smoking food on the stove. "Ahh.. smells amazing," he grins.

I chuckle, "Two more minutes, and I'll be done,"

"Okay.." Tom sits down on one of the stool right in front of me. He he stares at me with glimmering eyes, kid-like kind of stares. He props his chin with both hands. His big smile never leaves as his eyes glued on me.

"What are you a five year old?" I laugh and shake my head.

Tom chuckles. His eyes dart down to see what I'm wearing. Suddenly, those cheeky grins turn into a dirty smirk as he furrows his brows. His glimmering eyes turn darker.

"Is that a new apron?" Tom cocks an eyebrow.

Looking down at the blue stripy apron on my body, i remember i just ordered this a couple of weeks ago since i get bored with the other basic black apron. Blue is Tom's favorite color, i thought it would be appropriate to buy it in this color. Seems like he likes it.

"Uh-huh." i nod.

"Hmm," Tom squints his eyes and smirks. "Looks good on you, darling," his voice suddenly changes, drops an octave deeper.

"Is that so?" I tease him with a slight head titl as i turn off the stove. I lick the spilled pesto on my finger while i look up to his eyes with that sireny-spelled gaze.

Tom chuckles, he shakes his head, "Baby.. no! I'm hungry. We're gonna just eat this delicious dinner you made." His smile is wide despite the stern in his voice.

"Okay!" You laugh, "What else are we gonna do– it's done. Stop gawking at me and help me plate,"

Tom laughs, "Gawking at you?" He repeats as he stands up and turns around the island. Tom captures me, his hands around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. "How am i gawking at you, huh?" he tickles me.

I giggle and try to stop his attacking tickles. "Tom! Tom, stop!" I laugh and try to hold down his tickling fingers. Tom grabs me and pulls me to his chest. He places a deep kiss on my temple.

"Go on, help me plate, please," you ask nicely. He finally lets go of me and takes some plates from the cabinet.

Remembering i have a bright idea of how to tease him (again). I set my phone against the oil bottle. He doesn't even see me setting up my phone. Tom just focuses on scooping the pesto pasta to our serving plate. I take off the apron i wore and undo my messy bun.

Then i just pressed the record button.

The song plays, and he noticed I'm recording. He stops, and he looks up at my phone screen.

Daddy let me know that I'm the only girl. The only man that i need in this gangster world.

I mouth along the lyrics as it plays. Tease him a little by leaning down a little bit too seductively cause i was feeling the song. His mouth drops open. His eyes widen in a surprise to find my little tease. I can't help to get out of character and laugh at his shocked, stalled-breath expression. Tom's blushing, and he's absolutely stunned. Tom laughs and quickly hoists me off the screen.

"Darling!!" He laughs, Tom picks me up like my bodyweight is nothing, setting me to sit on top of the granite top island.

Hooked in. Nailed it. Just the right thing to do to turn him on.

I just can't stop laughing. Tom keeps giggling, and his face turns even a brighter shade of red. His eyes flickers lightly. "Did you call me daddy, love?" Tom asks.

"Hmm... Maybe.." i shrug my shoulders.

He shakes his head, he's smile never seems this wide. The earlier tiredness on his face seems to be gone. "You little minx," he whispers as he pulls my chin and kisses my lips.

"Say it again," he demands.

Chuckling, I shake my head.

"Darling... say it again," his voice is low, and sexily hoarse. The way his demeanor shifted as he commanded me, it struck a tingling heat inside of me straight to my toes.

"Daddy." I whisper.

"Mmmhmm.." Tom grins, showing his satisfaction from hearing me say the new nickname. "How did the song go again?" He asks. His nails are clawing on my thighs. He knows i like it when he does this. I muffled a whimper, my head rolling, and falling back. "Tommy..." i murmur.

Tom uses the advantage to place a kiss on my neck. He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. He gradually picks up his pace, erotically sucks and nibs my sweet spot, earning me to moan lightly into his ears. "Tom..." i whimper, my fingers gripping the collar of his shirt.

I feel warmth tingling inside of me. Excitement rushing in my veins. I feel myself pooling under there.

His heated kiss moves down to my collar bone as his hands never stop to explore my body. He cups my tits. Kneading them and his finger circling my erected nipples.

"I thought you said you were hungry?"

He lifts his face off my breast and looks back to me. He gives me a wild smirk. "I am. Starving right now."

His hand slips underneath my tanktop, shifting it up to reveal my naked breast underneath. He passionately kneading one in his hand while he's busy sucking roughly the other. I moan, fingers running through his soft brunette strands, the feeling of his warmth slick tongue on my nipple starts to bring tingling pleasure throughout my body.

Opening my eyes, i look back straight to his eyes. His eyes darken with lust. He looks amazingly intoxicating. Sometimes, it still hasn't kicks in that i have him for real. That I have the sexiest bachelor of Hollywood all for myself.

I pull him by his shirt and kiss him again. Tongue hungrily meeting his. I desperately pull him even closer to me. His fingers tucks on the waistband of my shorts. He takes my shorts off and toss it onto the floor. Spreading my legs apart widely, Tom chuckles at my submissive display.

Tom shakes his head and takes a step back. "I ask you something, darling. I won't continue if you're not going to answer me." He cocks an eyebrow.

"Wha... Tom!" I exclaim in disbelief. "Kiss me," i mewl. I try to pull him closer to me again, but Tom laughs. He grips my hand and holds it down. "Try me, darling," he challenged me to disobey him. He meant what he said he wouldn't continue till he heard what he wanted to hear. Such a dominant of him.

"What? What do you want?" I chuckle.

"Remind me how the song goes again?"

"Daddy, let me know—" i start to sing the lyrics. A wild smile appears on his face.

"Good girl," he cooes, then he squats down, face to my needing core.

"Ohh--" i moan as i feel his tongue flicking on my clit. "Tom," i purr. He sucks me passionately. His eyes look up to mine. He notices i stopped singing and enjoying the sensation of his oral expertise.

"Finish the song," he commands and eats me roughly again.

"Oh.. fuck—" i moan.

My breath starts to ragging. Feels like my voice is stuck in my throat. I feel the ecstasy starts to forming inside of me, needing for it to be released. My mind buzzing from the pleasure. I buck my head back, fingers tucking on his hair. "Ngh.. Ah! Tommhh," I helplessly moan.

"Sing." Tom tells, and sucks me again.

"D-daddy... let me know that— oOH!" I lost it again when i feel his fingers entering me. He pumps his fingers in and out of my cunt, coaxing me closer to the edge of spilling all over for him.

Climbing, climbing, pleasure keeps adding: He curls his fingers and make that deadly beckoning movement. He knows my body front and back. He knows exactly how to get me easily falling apart.

"F-fuckk! Yes! Right there!!" I moan, and moan, and moan.

All of a sudden, once I'm nearly gonna cum, Tom stops.

The feeling of unfinished pleasure makes my mind buzz. I whimper and squirm uncomfortably. How cruel is he. "Wha— why'd you stop?" I look down to him.

Tom shoots me an innocent look, he slightly shrugs his shoulders as he brings his coated fingers to his mouth. "You stop singing." He licks his finger clean.

I can't believe this man sometimes. "Oh my God— Tommy!"

Tom can only laugh at me. "That's not my name!" He titls his head to the side.

"Right—" I climb off the island and push him back till his back crashes the other counter. I roughly kiss him, hands circling to the back of his neck, i desperately kiss him.

"Daddy." I say in between the sloppy kisses. Tom smirks against my lips, hearing that nickname. Guess i manage to pull a new kink outta him.

"Daddy, let me know that I'm the only girl." I whisper to his ear as i place a wet kisses on his neck. "The only man–" i nibs on his neck. "The only fucking man," my hand explores his toned abs, i pull the polo shirt over his head, toss it down to meet my shorts on the floor.

I look up to his eyes. "You're the one that i need in this gangster world, daddy,"

Tom chuckles darkly. He cups my face and pulls me closer to him again. "That's right, I'm the only one," he cooes. He then continues to hungrily kiss me again. His kisses move to my neck, quickly finding my sweet spot, and erotically he nibs it, leaving his mark of ownership on me. I can feel his buldge pressing against me.

"Ouhh, daddy please..." i murmur, practically begging him

"Please? Please what, darling?" He cocks his eyebrows. The excitement is way too apparent in his tone and gaze.

"Let me have you,"

Tom chuckles darkly. "Have me?" He shakes his head, "Oh, I'm having my way with you tonight, darling," He throws me over his shoulder like my bodyweight is a feather. A playful slap lands to my cheek as he brings me to the couch and both of us falling onto the fluffy couch. Tom unbutton his jeans. He doesn't bother to take the whole thing off but just enough to free his cock. He aligns himself to my entrance. His tips rubbing against my opening. Tom instantly bottoms up, his cock fully enters me, stretching me to the brim. I yelp and squeal to his chest.

"You're gonna beg for me to let you cum," he darkly whisper into my ear. Tom starts to fuck me in a relentless pace.

I moan.... hard. My brain rattling with the immense amount of pleasure he's giving me. Tom looks down at me with intense, lustful eyes. His cock went deep inside of me as he have me folded in half with my knees to my chest.

My head falls back, eyeing the ceiling, my vision of the light blurs. "Ohh... god–" my eyes rolls to the back of my head.

"Nonono, eyes on me!" Tom pulls my neck back straight for me to face him again. "Oh you feel so fucking good," he moans. His eyebrows knitting together but his eyes still darkly looks down at me.

My nails dig on his shoulder. Tom leans closer, rest his forehead against mine, eyes still locked on mine. He fucks me so hard that I'm sure I'd be sore tomorrow. But it feels too good that it'll be so wrong to tell him to slow down. And I'm too overtaken by the pleasure. Too drunk with the taste of him.

"F-fuck— Tom!" I moan and panting hard.

"Yeah? Yeah, you wanted this? You think you deserve to cum after you tease daddy like a little slut, huh, darling?"

I can only helplessly nod.

"Tom... don't stop... p-please!" i beg feeling myself getting closer to cum.

"Not stopping, darling... You feel so good, all nice and tight for daddy,"

"O-oh! Tom let me cum please... please!" I cry out begging to him. He just smirks at me, dark lustful eyes looking down at me and still he's fucking me hard.

"Daddy please.. daddy let me cum!" I beg. My walls throbbing around him. I feel fire burning inside of me. My fingers gripping onto the couch hard.

"No! Wait!" He pants.

"S-sshhiit, Tom!" I squirm all over the place, trying my best to hold it.

"Wait baby! Cum with me," Tom leans closer holding me tightly. His forehead resting against mine. His panting breath meeting mine. I cry, couldn't bear the overflowing pleasure needing for the snap to occur.

I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me. He's close. He's holding onto me hard. His thrust starting to get sloppy. And just like that i lose it. The moment i feel him throbbing inside of me i can't help to hold it anymore.

I breathlessly scream daddy over and over again, moaning hard as i make a mess and squirm all over him. The sight of me falling apart got Tom spilling too. "Akhhh! FuUCk! Darling!" Tom groans. He remain freezes as he stills himself empty inside of me.

For a moment, he takes a breather and just rest of top of me. What's better than sex with him is what happened after the sex with him. It's like our soul intertwined, and i just feel a deep connection with him. Tom rolls me over so I'm on top of him, his arms instinctively hugs around me. He kiss me deeply. Still with a messy breath, he look deeply into my eyes with that shimmering after sex glow.

"You okay?" He softly asks.

Still panting i just can smile and nod. Tom kiss me deeply again. "I love you," he whispers softly.

I smile and kiss his cheek. "I love you too, daddy,"

Tom laughs and kisses me deeply again.

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mrsjobarnes · 1 year

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What’s the worst thing that can happen?

Summary: Jake and you have been secretly together for 5 months, what is the worst that could happen?

Jake Sersin x Mitchell!Reader

Word count: 1.8 k

Warning - 18+, Angst, Fluff, Illusion to Smut

Likes, Comments and Reblogs are welcome!

Please do not steal my work!

“Hey, baby, I'm pulling into the parking lot now. Are you sure you don’t want to come clean and tell Bradley?”

“Y/n have you lost your mind? Rooster and Maverick would kill me if they found out I was dating you, and I don’t know about you but I’d like to live” you giggled at what Jake had just said.

“Okay but if they ask I’m not lying anymore,” you said.

“Deal, at least if they kill me I’ll have witness” you can’t help but laugh at the stupidity of your boyfriend

“If they see how happy you make me, they can’t hurt you. That’s the perk of being the only girl but in all seriousness, it doesn’t matter what they think, you’re my boyfriend and I love you. That’s all that matters” you quickly say your goodbyes and lock your car. As you walk into the bar you look around for your bean pole of a brother. After you spot him you walk over. “Hey, guys this is Maverick's daughter and my sister Y/n!” Rooster said. Everybody went around introducing themselves when Coyote aks the million-dollar question

“Soooo are you like adopted or something because you look nothing like Maverick,” he asks. Rooster goes to answer when you cut him off.

“Am I adopted Bradley, how could you lie to me?” you say, the group goes dead silent. He rolled his eyes, while Jake bites his lip to keep from laughing. “I’m just kidding, yeah I'm adopted,” you say. Everybody lets out a collective sigh and hardy laugh.

“Long time no see,” said Nat while she gave you a bear hug. “Seriously where have you been? '' she asks.

“Well unlike you guys some of us have regular 9 to 5 jobs,” you say smiling.

“Y/n you and I both know you don’t work a 9 to 5,” Bradley says. It’s true you don’t, you’re an elementary teacher so you work overtime quite often.

“Tis true brother, however winter break is around the corner! Thank god, I love kids but some of these crotch goblins are giving me a run for my money” you say with a serious look. Everyone burst into laughter. Nat offers to buy you a round and you graciously accept. The team goes on to talk about things that you could care less about. All you care about is the joy you see on Jake’s face when he gets to talking about something he is passionate about. You know how your brother feels about Jake. they didn’t have an excellent start to their relationship but he saved, your brother, and dad. They are working on building a relationship, which makes you very happy.

As the night goes on you end up playing pool with Jake, Bob, Nat, and Bradley. You are bending over for your shot when Bradley asks “what the hell happened to your neck and chest Y/N” he asked with a very concerned tone, ready to beat whoever did that to you.

“Oh this, it’s nothing.” you try to play it off but Nat interjects and tells Bradley that they are hickeys. Your face turns beet red as you tried to think of a way to change the conversation. Jake starts panicking because of the conversation you had in the car. “So has anyone seen the new episode of house of dragons?” a tv show you knew Bradley liked.

“You’re not getting out of this Y/n,” Bradley says with a stoic look on his face. He has always been super protective over you. He thought that if you were seeing someone you’d tell him. To be honest he was a little hurt.

“Its, not a big deal, I’m seeing this guy and he got carried away. It’s not my fault I’m irresistible. Plus I’m a grown woman and if you think I look bad you should see him” you say. Jake smile remembering how she got those and why it looks like his abs and back were attacked by a cat. “Now can we move on to why you still have a caterpillar on your lip,” you ask. The group erupts in laughter. Pleased with the fact that he gets to live till tomorrow Jake buys the table a round. While he’s at the bar ordering a girl comes up and strikes up a conversation with him.

“Oh look, hangman found someone already. He was doing so well too, almost 4 months.” Javy said. Everyone lets out a chuckle. You turn around and see Jake talking to a girl. You try hard to not get jealous because you know he is a good guy. Before anyone else could comment they saw Jake shut down the girl’s advancements and head toward the table with their drinks. “Whoah Hangman are you sick,” Javy asks.

Jake furrows his brows “No?” he said questioning why Javy would ask that, then it dawned on him. “Oh I just don’t feel like it tonight,” he said.

“That’s been your excuse a lot recently, are you sure you’re okay” Javy ask genuinely concerned. Jake felt trapped, he could either fess up or keep lying. He looked at you, hoping you could give him an answer. You look at him as if giving an encouraging nod. He quickly musters up some courage.

“I am seeing someone” Jake said with a bashful smile. You smiled as well, although it wasn’t the full truth it was a step in the right direction. The group was silent until Bob congratulated him and said it was about time. The group quickly moved conversations to talk about the most recent football game.

You walked over to Jake and whispered into his ear “Hey do you want to get out of here and come to my place?” He gave an enthusiastic yes and told the group that he was going to head out. 15 minutes later you also bid your goodbyes to the group and raced to your house to meet Jake.

As you pulled into your driveway and parked Jake hopped out of his car and raced to you feverishly kissing you. Once he was done he put his hand out asking for your keys. Once he had them he threw you over his shoulder giving your ass a nice smack which elected a moan from you.

—

You are awoken by the sun streaming through your blinds. You turn over and snuggle into Jake’s chest to hide from the sun’s harsh rays. He brings you closer as if that’s possible. “Good morning darling,” he said with his voice thick with sleep and southern charm, you smile and look up at him.

“Moring,” you say kissing him, he kisses you back like a man starved. You giggle and straddle him and kiss down his neck when you hear the lock to your front door click and a pair of boots stomping around.

“Y/n, are you up? You are late to brunch” your dad shouts

“Hurry up im starving” shouts Bradley stomping up the stairs. You quickly look at your clock and see that it’s 12:30. You are 30 minutes late to brunch.

“Shit shit shit” you whisper as you get off of Jake and try to find a shirt. “Uhh give me a second, i'll be right out” you shout. Whispering profanity and telling Jake to get dressed and hide in the bathroom. It’s too late because Bradley opens the door right as Jake is getting out of bed to put his boxers back on.

“What the fuck” Bradley yells frozen in the doorway, you hear another round of feet coming up the stairs.

“What is it, Bradley,” your dad asks sounding super concerned. Once he appears at the door and lets out a grone. They both look ready to kill At this point, but the shock has worn off of you.

“First of all knock”, you say in a stern tone. “Second of all calm down,lets talk about this when I’m fully dressed” shutting the door in their faces. Looking back a Jake you expect him to freak but he doesn’t he just pulls you in for a kiss.

“It was nice to know you doll,” he says kissing you again. You roll your eyes and put on some PJs. Once you are both dressed you head downstairs into your kitchen.

As soon as you walk in they start asking questions. You hold your hand up and say “First of all stop yelling, Second would you all like coffee?” you walk towards the coffee maker and turn it on. Jake stands at the door looking ready to run if they come after him. As the coffee starts to brew you go about making your cup while Bradley and your dad just stare at you knowing not to mess with you until you’ve had a cup. As soon as you’ve taken your first sip they start bum-barding you with questions. “Okay let me start from the beginning you say” walking over to the table and grabbing Jake along the way, as you all sit down. “Jake and I met at the Hard deck 5 months ago, he was very kind and not like how you all described him,” you say looking at Bradley.

“YOU’VE BEEN DATING FOR 5 MONTHS” Bradley stands and shouts. You give him a look that screams ‘shut the fuck up’ he quietly sits back down and you continue explaining the ins and out of your relationship. Once you are done you all sit in silence while the two men across from you process this new information. “I still don’t like this,” said Bradley. You kick him under the table and glare.

“I don’t care if you like it, it's my life and I can date who I want,” you say looking at Jake with doe eyes. Bradley just glares at Jake

“Does he make you happy,” your dad asks. You shake your head yes. “Then that’s all I can ask for, but I swear Jake if you hurt my baby I will kill you,” he said.

“Yes sir,” Jake said. “She is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love her and would do anything for her.” He said kissing your forehead. You look up at him and snuggle into him.

“Okay, then that’s all I can ask as a father,” Maverick said sincerely. You smile at your dad and then look at Bradley.

“I'm not happy that you kept this from me, however, if you are happy then I'm happy. Just keep the PDA to a minimum please,” he said with a small smile on his face. “I'm going to text the group that you don’t have an STI,” he said looking at Jake.

“What,” the group said collectively. Bradley explained that when Jake stopped sleeping with a new girl every night, the team got concerned and Bob suggested that he may have gotten an incurable STI. They all burst into laughter.

“Well, why don’t you two get dressed? We can go get food, I'm still hungry and I know Bradley is probably dying” said Maverick, you and Jake agreed and went to get ready.

“See that didn’t go that bad,” you said, handing Jake some clothes.

“Wait till they find out that I’m moving In,” he said, kissing your neck.

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thestarwarslesbian · 6 months

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Okay but why does Iceman seem like he reads romance novels.

He seems like he would read a lot on carriers and on leave. Everyone including Slider thinks he reads action and true crime novels. I have this idea in my head that Ice would be reading at a social event like a medal cerimony that the '86 gang would all be at and there he would be reading his hardback novel with no name on it. Ice would probely leave for a few minutes to get food or go speak with someone and Mav and the others would grab his book to see what he was reading, and behold they look apon the sumttiest romance book any of them have read. But funny thing would be that Ice has read books that are more sumtty and dark conent wise. Ice is able to keep a straight face while reading it but the rest of the gang turn beatroot read after a single sentnece.

#mav would want to try some of the ideas from the books with ice later #this would also be how they found out he was gay #due to him probely reading a gay smut book on a carrier and leaving it open in his plane after being the spare one mission #top gun headcanons #iceman #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #maverick #top gun #iceman reads romance novels #icemav #but only if you squint #gay iceman

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warnersister · 28 days

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Make a mockery of Me.

Robert (Bob) Floyd x Reader

In which Bob introduces his girl to the rest of the dagger squad, but needs to remind you just who you’re talking to with that tone.

Warnings: just pure filthy smut

“Baby on board has a girl? How’s he pull you gorgeous?” Hangman asked, surprised: boisterously laughing as Bob introduced you to his work friends seeing as you had both ended up in Miramar due to work. “What do you mean?” You ask, leaning into your boyfriend’s side as you got acquainted with the other aviators and some familiar faces. “Well Bob is.. Bob’s Bob! But you.. you are a total babe!” Jake said matter of factly, taking a swig out of his beer; toasting to Bob “gotta hand it to you, you must have some game Bob” you crease your brows and look between your Robert and the others who seemed just as shocked as Hangman that you were a living and breathing thing.

“What hangman’s tryna say honey,” Rooster begins, dropping his sunglasses to the end of his nose in order to get a better look at you “is ol’ shy Robert Floyd here couldn’t pull a feather with a rope tied to it. Just a bit shocked you’re real, tha’s all darlin” he says with a shrug and you fairly pout, looking up to Robert with an almost shocked expression. “Bobby have you gone all shy?” You ask in a slight baby voice and the man tightens his grip on you, jaw clenching as you absentmindedly join in on the mockery with his coworkers. “Bobby here’s the most outgoing one back home, ain’t ya babe?” You ask, elbowing him. “Bob? Nah!” Coyote says and you nod “got a video of him doing body shots on the bar-” “Mkay that’s enough babe.” Bob says shortly, starting to pull you away from the hustle and bustle of the surrounding aviators and beginning to weave you through the bustling crowd of growing Hard Deck customers and straight into the large bathroom, locking the door as soon as he’d managed to shove you in.

“Bobby what-” “who the fuck do you think you’re talkin’ too little lady?” He asks, trapping you against the door as you quieten. “Bob I was just-” “just making a mockery of me in front of my friends, thought it was funny, oh Bobby’s gone all shy.. hmm?” He asks, using one hand to grab your jaw so you couldn’t look away. “Funny.. you didn’t think it was so hilarious when I was fuckin’ you stupid that night?” He eyes your face as you begin to notice the expression of lust developing in his eyes; there he was - there’s your bobby.

“Just had to go be a damn best didn’t ya?” He asked and shook his head, “guess you need reminding. Just because I call you princess, don’t mean you gotta act like one.” He says, fumbling with the perfected belt adorning his summer whites. “Why don’t you be a good girl and put that bratty mouth to good use huh? Go’on now, get on your knees angel.” He says as he releases your jaw and you slowly drop to the ground, careful to not let your dress get caught under your knees so it didn’t rip, taking his best dressed in your hands to skilfully unclasp the confinements and revealing what was being so painfully constrained.

You draw out a few testing swipes before taking him into your mouth, but this time he didn’t give you time to explore him, he just rutted at an ungodly pace into your mouth, allowing himself to use your throat as some kind of scape goat and fucking your brains out as intended. “See how you make fun of me when you can’t fuckin’ speak, huh angel?” He asked rhetorically, taking a few more fast paced thrusts before cumming into your throat and forcing you to swallow around him.

He took himself out of your mouth, a small string of saliva connecting him to your plump lips, eyes dilated. “‘M sorry Bobby.” You slur. “Ain’t good enough girl, ‘nd it’s sir to you girl” he tells you, picking you up off the ground only to push you against the door again your legs instinctively knowing to wrap around his toned torso. A hand wandered under your dress, only to discover what was.. or rather, what wasn’t there. “No underwear? Fuck you’re just tryna get fucked ain’t ya? Stupid slut.” He mumbled, positioning himself only to force himself straight back into you at an unwavering pace, your hand shooting over your mouth to prevent the agonising yet blissful screams that retaliated his motives. “Don’t wanna let them hear? Don’t wanna let them hear how shy ol’ Bobby fucks ya senseless like some cheep slut?” You shake your head “should think before you speak then, yeah girl?” He asks, but doesn’t offer an opportunity to reply as his pace increases “Bobby-” “Hm?” “-sir please” you whine between your fingers. “What was that? You’re mumblin babe” he taunts and you bring your hand away. “Sir please. Need to cum,” you beg and screw your eyes shut. “Hm, think you deserve it?” He asks and you nod reiteratively “so fuckin’ desperate.” He says “alright darlin’ seeing as you asked so nicely” he allows and you cum around him, him following suit a few moments following, time stopping as all movement was halted, the only sound a few rasped and desperate breaths.

“You alright angel?” He asked, bringing you down onto shaky legs as you nod and he holds you to get your balance momentarily. You move to try get some toilet paper to clean yourself but he grabs you “nuh’uh that’s gonna stay right where I left it.” He says, pulling you against him again “go wait at the truck” he unlatches the door “but Bobby, your friends” “go wait at the truck angel. I’ll be out in a minute” he instructs, pushing you out the door and you notice no one had taken note of your disappearance, only a bustling crowd of packed-in aviators.

You managed to walk out and stand by the red truck parked out front, leaning against the door for some sense of stability. Robert had headed over to Penny to pay his tab and bid farewell. “Did Baby on board just get laid?” Hangman shouts over the music but Bob just swallows and blushes slightly, b-lining for the door to see you struggling against the side of his old pick up. He smirks, unlocking the car and opening the door for you, picking you up to rest you down again in the car, staying silent only to walk around and get into the drivers side. He sits in his seat, reaching over to pull you into his lap so your back was against his door and sat between his legs. “Breaking a traffic law? Who knew Robert Floyd was such a daredevil!” You fawn with a gasp and he smiles down at you, stroking the back of your head as he offers you a deep kiss.

He starts the car and pulls out, ready to head back to the small house you’d both been put on for this station. “You really that shy?”

“Watch your mouth”

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simpforrooster · 1 year

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don't you dare.

pete 'maverick' mitchell x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The damn age difference.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maverick groans, and pulls you from the bar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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h-c-u · 1 year

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Come here, loverboy...

Summary: Mav's first time being dominated by his partner.

Pairing: sub!Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x dom!fem!reader

W/C: 3.9k

Rating: +18, orgasm denial, dom/sub, spanking, light choking,

TWs: Bodily fluids, blood

A/N: Started writing it. Had a breakdown. Bon Appetite. (not even a crumb of plot)

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Maverick gave everyone the impression that he was this cocky and confident pilot, but you saw right through that when you laid your eyes on him for the first time. He was the brattiest brat you'd ever seen, and he simply needed someone to put him in his place.

Sure, at first you made him think that he hooked and sunk you, so the expression of confusion when you left the bar without even saying goodbye was even more delicious. He chased you and still tried to swoon at you, but you only cooed at him dismissively.

- I don't need a brat to take home with me tonight, love. - he didn't know that yet, but you'd indeed had plans for him, just not the ones he was thinking of, and you were more than willing to wait. Although you had a sneaky suspicion that you wouldn't have to.

- What? I'm not a brat! - he seemed genuinely offended at that notion, but something clicked in his brain.

- Oh, but you are. - you gently patted his cheek, observing how his expression changed. - Find me when you're ready to be a good boy, love. - and with that, you were off, leaving him in your rearview mirror. It wasn't long before you saw a motorcycle closing in behind you and following you to your house. You knew of course it was him, because who else could it be...?

When you exited your car, he was already off his bike, not sure what to do next, but you didn't help him. If he wanted to be a good boy, he had to at least show some initiative in that.

- I am a brat... - he finally stated; his voice confident, even if quiet, but he wasn't able to look you in the eye.

- And...? - you asked after a long break. After all, if he really wanted something, he'd have to work for it; you weren't just another one of his conquests.

- And I'm ready to be a good boy... - he said a bit quieter, still unable to raise his gaze. You didn't say anything, just crossed your arms on your chest and looked at him expectantly, so when he finally looked at you, he was met with clear disappointment. - I'm ready to be your good boy, ma'am. - he said, raising his chin up as if he tried to hold onto the dignity that was currently slipping through his fingers.

- Doesn't really sound like it, love... - you just shook your head disapprovingly and sighed heavily. - But let's see what can be done with you... Follow me. - and he did. Just a few steps behind you right through the threshold. You closed and locked the door behind both of you.

- Kneel. - you've said, and he looked at you, pure surprise on his face, but one raised eyebrow from you was enough for him to follow instructions and fall to his knees, which was met with a satisfied hum from you. - Stay here. Knees apart, hands behind your back, eyes up. - and he changed his position to the one you demanded. He acutely observed your every move, even as small as undoing small buckles on your sandals, but he didn't move, even though he wanted to crawl and undo them with his teeth for you.

But then you disappeared from his sight... At first, he was a bit amused, but then he heard the sound of running water in the distance and he realized that he smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap bear, which wasn't the best, and it made him uncomfortable enough that he started to wriggle on his heals, unsure what the rest of the evening entailed. He was getting impatient because he was following your instructions and didn't get anything in return. He started to get up, to at least check on what you were doing, but unfortunately for him, you came back just as he was on his feet, frozen in a moment like a deer in headlights.

- If you want to leave, I'm not holding you hostage. You know where the doors are. - you've said, evidently giving him time to change his mind, but he only hung his head in shame and went back to his knees. - Do you have a preferred safeword or any hard noes? - you asked, not moving from the place you were standing.

- No, ma'am. - oh, so he was really fresh to this. You sighed gently.

- Quick course then. Never say you don't have any hard noes, especially if you haven't tried anything. - he blushed a little bit because he was trying to hide from you exactly how new to all of this he was. - We're gonna use the standard color scale tonight, and I will be checking with you from time to time, even if you won't be using it. Green means that everything is ok, yellow will make me stop and check in with you, and red is a hard stop. I will always abide by them without any questions or comments. Do you understand? - he nodded. - How are you with pain? - the question surprised him because apparently, the thought didn't even cross his mind when was telling you that he didn't have any hard noes.

- I'm... open to it. - he finally replied. It took some time, but he seemed cautiously curious.

- Are you allergic to latex or silicone? - another confused look, but he shook his head for no. - Good. Don't move. - you closed the distance between you two at last, and he leaned to try to kiss you, which earned him a slap to the face. - I said don't move, brat. - he clenched his jaw, heat spreading on his skin. Fortunately for him, you weren't wearing any jewelry tonight, because it might have stung much more.

- I'm sorry, ma'am. - he mumbled under his breath, looking at the ground, and you honestly weren't sure if he was forgetting himself so quickly, or just wanted to be punished.

You gently took his leather jacket off and put it on yourself. Only now he realized that you must have taken your shirt off when you were gone because you were currently wearing only your bra on the top part of your body. You kneeled in front of him and moved his leg to unlace his shoe, which took him by surprise. You also took it off for him, and qucly did the same with the second one. Sure, you could have told him to do that, but it was much more fun to watch him squirm under your touch, completely unused to this type of attention.

You traced your hands up his thighs and unbuckled his belt, without even touching his most sensitive area, and yet, you could see it filled more than it was. This was going to be fun...

- Undress. Everything. Leave it at the door and when you're ready, crawl to the bedroom, the doors will be open. - you quickly cupped his manhood through the thick material of his jeans and left him speechless, while you headed to the bedroom to finish preparing everything there. There was not much left since the lube and a bowl of warm water were already on the nightstand. You only put a fresh towel on the bed, just in case.

He joined you there surprisingly quickly. On all fours, like you requested, and with a heavy cock hanging between his legs.

- You lied to me. - you've said. - You told me you were ready to be a good boy for me, yet I leave you for a minute and you couldn't follow a simple command. - he realized that you were serious. - Or your silly little brain just couldn't process one thing for longer than a minute... Either way, I've had dogs who were better at following instructions than you... - your voice was soft, even if your words cut deeply. - You're not a good boy, you're a brat. And bratty behavior will be punished under this roof, do you understand? - he nodded, ready to sit on his heels and get his hands off the ground, but one warning look from you stopped him from doing that.

You sat on the edge of the bed and patted your knees, letting him what to do next. You didn't want to use a paddle or a riding crop during his first time, but you had a sneaking suspicion that there won't be long before he'll start begging for them.

He splayed on your knees without a word, only a short squeal when you grabbed his hips and pulled them closer to you, so he wouldn't be able to slip so easily. It was a surprise, since you pinned him more as a suffer-in-silence guy, and the sound he made was simply adorable. Not adorable enough to convince you to go easier on him though.

- 20 should be enough for now, what do you say, brat...? - he already hid his face in his hands, but he couldn't hide the erection that was growing against your thigh. - And just so we're clear, you're not allowed to cum yet, do you understand? - you couldn't see his face, but you were ready to put in a good sum of money on the fact, that it was red.

- Green... - he said quietly, earning a smile from you.

- Good boy... - you've gently patted his ass almost lovingly. - You're going to count. - you've said, relaxed your wrist, and slapped him right in the center of his right cheek hard and without any warning. And the motherfucker moaned so loud, that it caught you by surprise... It will be so fun to take him apart...

- One... - he said almost out of breath and you hummed in agreement, gently massaging the place on his skin you just hit, the red outline of your hand already visible. The second one landed on his left cheek almost a mirror to the first. He moaned again, this time a bit quieter, but still with a full chest. You could feel his cock twitch in between your thighs. You couldn't help but wonder if you'd be able to make him cum only with spanking.

- Two... - his voice was so desperate, but he didn't even know for what. - Three... Four... - you alternated your focus between both cheeks. Usually, you would aim for that place where the cheek was meeting with a thigh since it stung the most, but you wanted to give him as good of a time as possible during his first time with you. He was counting, moaning, but when you heard a sob, you stopped immediately.

- Color? - he looked at you with tears streaming down his cheeks and for a fraction of a second you were worried you went too far.

- Green. - he said through gritted teeth. - So fucking green. Harder. Please, ma'am... - oh he looked so delicious like that and you couldn't help but grin. You pulled his hips back into the perfect position and closed your thighs a bit, so his fully erect cock was now trapped in between them. You obliged his request, by taking wider swings and allowing your hand to hit a bit lower than a center, so few of your fingers landed on that sweet place connecting his ass to his legs.

He continued to count diligently, even if saying the words took him a bit longer with each hit now, but when you got to 17...

- Yellow, yellow, yellow...! - he screamed and you immediately stopped, moved your hand to his chin, and forced him to look at you.

- What's wrong? Do you want to stop...? - you asked in a soft, calming tone, as to let him know you won't be mad, disappointed, or anything else.

- No! - he said almost immediately. - Just... - the embarrassment slowly started to leak into his eyes. - You've said I wasn't allowed to cum... - his voice barely a whisper, and only now you realized how much of his pre-cum was smeared on your thighs.

- Awwww... - you couldn't help but smile; it was almost adorable how at the moment he valued your orders more than his own release. - Such a good and needy boy...

- I'm good to continue... just... a few seconds... - he said and you cupped his face.

- That was good... Not only following the instructions, but the fact that you didn't hesitate to use the safe word. - you've praised him, and rubbed the tears from his eyes with your thumb. He looked so beautiful so messed up... You couldn't help but wonder if he'd be open to wearing some eyeliner or mascara just so you could ruin it and mess him up even more.

- I'm ready for the last three... - he was still hard against you, but he wasn't crying anymore, and his breath was steady and calm. And if he was sure that he could handle the last three, who were you to deny him that? But you did something different... You didn't wait for him to count, quickly and harshly hitting the same, precise spot three times in a row, and he cried out loud, trying to get away for the last one, but you still managed to land it exactly where you wanted.

His skin was such a pretty shade of red, and as soon as he realized that was it, he relaxed on his knees a bit, shoulders and arms slumping on the bed, with his face buried deep in the sheet.

- You did very good... - you whispered, while gently rubbing your hand on his ass, soothing the pain you caused. - Such a good boy... Do you think you deserve a reward for being so good during your punishment...? - he groaned into the mattress and nodded his head, apparently too gone for words, at least for now, and you couldn't stop a chuckle from leaving your chest. - Come here... - you helped him raise up, but he slipped to the floor and landed on his knees in front of you. He didn't sit on his heels though...

You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up. His eyes were glassy and in such a beautiful shade of green. His cheeks were so beautifully pink and wet from his tears, that you wanted to lick them. His parched lips were so plump from biting that you wanted to soothe them.

- Beautiful... - you couldn't help yourself and brought his face closer to yours and placed a soft kiss on his lips; a huge contrast to your fingers digging into his jaw and stopping him from diving deeper into you. You forced him to stand up and made him switch places with you, so now he was the one sitting on the edge of the bed, you quickly took off your panties and kicked them away. You nudged him a bit more and he moved further away on the bed, making a bit more space for you.

You straddled him, putting your knees around his hips, and gently started grinding against him, without letting his jaw from your fingers.

- You're not allowed to cum yet... You did well, but you still have a lot to prove, so you're going to let me use your body to get off... - your whisperes soft, gentle against his lips; a complete contrast to the words you were saying. - And I will allow you to cum... Only after I will for the second time, understood? - he seemed genuinely terrified at the idea of waiting that long and was clearly not sure if he'll manage to last that long. On the other hand... He realized that the punishment almost made him cum, and he wouldn't entirely mind if it was to happen again.

- Green... - he said cautiously, and you couldn't help but smile. He was learning quickly and apparently accepted his new role. You couldn't help but wonder how would that affect his future encounters... Will he still seek other stupid girls to boss around, or did you spoil him for them...?

You reached in between you two and guided him inside you... At first, you only sank just the tip, feeling his whole body tensing up under you, while your walls were slowly stretching around him. You released his jaw and put both of your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself better on the soft mattress.

- Can I please touch you...? - his voice was barely a whisper, and yet it hugged you warmly.

- Yes, you can. - you smiled. You didn't give him any limitations as to where exactly he could touch you, because you were curious about what he would do. His touch was very light against your skin, almost like an echo. He slipped his hands under his own leather jacket that you were still wearing and pulled you a bit closer to him, but he didn't try to force you to do anything... He just wanted to hold you close, so you wouldn't slip away.

You finally started sinking down, taking him deeper inside you, and he inhaled sharply, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid that you could disappear any second.

- Can I please kiss your chest and suck on your nipples...? - he was on his best behavior after the initial mess-up, politely asking for everything, and you nodded, while you slowly rose up, feeling his penis drag against that sweet bundle of nerves inside you.

He slowly started placing small kisses on your neck and moved lower, not missing a single patch of skin, while you were slowly rising up and sinking onto him; a welcome distraction, something else to focus on besides his throbbing cock deep inside you... You moved one of your hands to the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair. You didn't pull him away, just a small reminder of who was in charge...

He dug his fingers deeper into the skin on your back, and you couldn't help but moan a little, because, at the same time, he moved the material of your bra with his tongue, to get to the nipple and sucked it in. He of course noticed your reaction and immediately did that with the other one, which rewarded him with another moan from between your lips. It was so easy to use him as you wished, changing the angle to your liking, having him touch you all over while you were still wearing his clothes...

You clenched around him and he let out a harsh breath and immediately bit his lower lip to the blood.

- Hey, hey, hey... None of that... No hurting yourself on my watch... - you immediately stopped moving, put your finger under his chin, and separated his lips with your thumb.

- I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine... - he repeated it like a mantra, his thoughts obviously occupied by something else.

- What's your color, baby...? - you checked with him, catching his gaze and without words forcing him to match his breath with your's which was much slower.

- Green, so fucking green, but I'm going to cum, you just feel so good... - there were tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. - So fucking good around me... I wanna cum so bad, ma'am, but you told me not to and I want to be good, but you feel so good... - he almost didn't have control over the words that were coming out of his mouth. Everything in his brain was scrambled. You closed your lips around his lower lip and sucked on it gently, tasting his blood. He almost immediately tried to make the kiss deeper, but you firmly held his head by the hair in one place. - You feel so good, just so good... - he was still whispering against your skin.

- Since it's our first time together... - you pulled him away and looked him in the eyes. - I'm going to allow you to cum after I'll cum only once, but I will still have to do that first... And you will owe me one orgasm in the future since I'm so graciously letting it go for now. Are you ok with that...? - he was so lost in his own pleasure and so set on not getting release just yet, that it was truly adorable. - Focus. - your tone sharpened and grounded him in reality.

- Yes, I am more than fine with that... - he said, finally focusing his train of thoughts on you.

- Now... I was getting close, so if you'll keep making those silly little noises, I won't last long... - you run your thumb on his lower lip, smearing the blood on it. - Can you do that for me, sweet boy...? - you asked and he nodded enthusiastically. - Good... I will start moving now... - you informed him and continued to hold his gaze. After just a few seconds he moaned so prettily that you couldn't help but smile. With your every move, his moans became higher, needier, and more desperate... He was still focused so much on not coming that he didn't realize that your walls started clenching around him and you rode him through the whole orgasm... Only when you slumped against his body and slowly kissed him, licking the dried blood from his lip, he realized that you indeed came. It took you a moment to compose yourself, while he was patiently waiting for your next decision.

But instead of saying anything, you started grinding against him again. This time your moves were much more shallow and you didn't let him slip too much out of you. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his jaw clenched and he looked at you pleadingly unable to do anything more. You moved your right hand to his throat, found his artery, and put pressure on it, while he slowly started following your moves, instead of meeting them in the middle. Your hand didn't go near his windpipe, because you didn't want to accidentally damage it... But by putting enough pressure on his artery, the blood supply to his brain was slowly getting cut, making him more dizzy and high with every gasp of breath.

- You can cum now... - you whispered and kissed him deeply, not releasing his throat yes, so all the sensations would be heightened. And he did. He spilled so violently inside you, that you could actually feel every shot against your walls. His arms were almost crushing your ribs under the jacket. He cried from relief straight into your mouth and you drank it with pleasure, and when he finally stopped convulsing under you, you released your hand from his throat, allowing all the oxygenated blood to rush to his brain, continuing the high he was currently on.

- Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... - he whispered against your lips, trying to process exactly what was happening.

- Shhh, shhh, shhhhhhhh... It's alright... Just ride it through... - you whispered, putting your forehead against his and gently moving your hand to his neck. You knew his orgasm was much stronger than yours, but you didn't mind; you were just so happy to see him break under our touch, and that was what got you off more than anything; that primal power over another person was what you craved and nothing else could compare.

- Fuck... - he whispered one last time and moved forward to hide his face in the nook of your neck. - Give me like 20 minutes and I'll be ready for more... But I need those 20 minutes to recover because right now I literally can't move... - your laugh was genuine and sounded pleasantly in his ears. You couldn't wait for the rest of the night.

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maverickbabes · 5 months

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Kinktober Day 31 - ABO "My Pretty Omega" part 2

Alpha!Jake Sully x Beta!Tonowari x Omega!female!Metekayina!reader

Warnings: ABO, breeding kink, friends to lovers, reader is in heat, cussing, slow burn (kinda), foreplay, rough sex, biting, female masturbation, oral fem receiving, lots of aftercare

If you haven't read part one here it is! Part 1

here's part 2 my darling @thatonepansexual2000

"Do you want our help?"

You looked at the both of them with your jaw dropped and a dumbfounded look on your face. You were naked and exposed to the both of them and even though you should've been cold, your body was hot and bothered. "W-What?" You stuttered out, looking between the two of them.

"I said, Do you want our help princess" Jake repeated, walking closer to you to where he was inches away from you. You nodded your head quickly but they wouldn't take that as an answer. "C'mon princess use your words for us" Tonowari says, moving from Jake's side and towards your side.

Having both of them have you cornered awakened something inside you, something you've never felt before. "Yes I want your guy's help please" You said, looking down at the ground embarassed. Jake pulls you towards him while Tonowari moves in behind you, caging you in between them.

Fuck why was this so hot?

"Such a good girl for us already aren't you y/n?" Tonowari asks as his hands carassed your thighs then moved up to your ass where he gave it a gentle squeeze. You closed your eyes and leaned against Tonowari before letting out a gasp.

Jake's fingers gently stroked your slick folds before inserting two of his fingers inside your soaked heat. "So wet for us babygirl, Do we do this to you pretty girl?" Jake asks as he removes his fingers and raises them to his mouth, licking your slick off of them.

"Oh my fuck" You said aloud as a wave of confidence hit you and you grabbed jake's face and crashed your lips against his, taking him completely off guard. "Fuck that's so hot" Tonowari groans as he kneels down and spreads your legs apart, giving your pussy a soft kitty lick.

"Ah!" You moan into the kiss and Jake breaks the kiss then kisses along your neck, his fangs digging into your soft flesh making sure he leaves his mark on you. "Alpha...Beta...please don't tease me" You whimpered as you felt Tonowari shift his position before absolutely devouring you while Jake attacks your breast.

The two of them devouring you from all angles was too much for you to handle

Jake sucking on your breasts and neck.

Tonowari eating you out.

The best fucking combo.

"Enough of this, lay on the ground my pretty omega" Jake instructs and Tonowari stops what he was doing so you could do as you were told. On shaky legs, You lay on the ground and a wave of insecurity hits you, so you try to cover up but they both stop you before you could.

"No. No covering up sweet omega" They both say in unison and you nodded your head before moving your hands away from your body, exposing all of you. "So fucking beautiful, my pretty omega" Jake praises before looking at Tonowari, having a silent conversation between the two of them.

Tonowari nods before moving to the side and removes his loincloth to reveal his hard cock, dripping with precum and he begins to stroke himself. Jake hovers over you and gently grabs your chin as he leans down to give your lips a soft kiss. "Are you ready?" Jake asks as he to also removes his loincloth.

"Fuck your big" You blurted out and Jake chuckles before resting himself on his forearms, hovering over you once more. "Thank you for the compliment baby, I promise it'll fit" Jake reasures you before slowly sliding the tip into your tight heat.

"Ow" You moaned out as a tinge of pain hits you but Jake is quick to soothe you. "It's okay baby just a little bit more and it'll stop hurting" He assures you as he continues to slowly push himself into you. Once he bottomed out, he waits a few seconds for you to adjust to his length and you give him the go ahead to continue.

After a few slow thrusts, the pain turns into pleasure and you were wanting him to go faster. "Alpha please go faster please" You begged as you closed your eyes and arched your back. Jake does as you wish and quickens his pace "Fuck you're so tight babygirl" He groans dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

A surge of power surge through you and you wrapped your legs around Jake's waist, flipping the both of you over to where your on top and he's on the bottom. You sunk down on his dick then moved your hips rhythmically.

"Fucking hell, my turn Jake move over" Tonowari says once he feels like Jake has had enough time with you. You slide off Jake's lap and crawl over to Tonowari, where he sits you on his lap and slams into you. "SHIT!" You screamed, not used to his size and Tonowari covers your mouth.

"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean too, I'll go at your pace princess" He says apologetically as he begans thrusting slowly in and out of you. Jake moves over to you and you turn your head, seeing his slick cock just calling your name. You lean closer and began slowly licking his length, tasting your juices.

Tonowari growls as his eyes glow a bright blue but Jake growls deeper, his eyes glowing a bright red. The both of them fighting over you? Yes please. You felt a burning sensation building in your stomach, indicating that you were about to come.

You pulled away from Jake and began riding Tonowari like your life depended on it. "I-I'm about to cum" You moan and Jake begins stroking his length fast while Tonowari grabs your hips and quickens his pace. "AH!" You screamed as you came undone, Jake coming all over your chest as Tonowari pulls out and comes on your stomach.

They give you a second to calm down and once you did you look at the both of them with one question on your mind. "So what happens now?" You asked them, afraid of the answer your certain you'll get.

"Your ours now my pretty omega" Jake says smiling widely.

"Our pretty omega" Tonowari corrects Jake before rolling his eyes playfully.

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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SACRILÈGE || Teacher!Tom Cruise (+18)

Summary: Mr. Cruise is the director of St. Helena, a religious boarding school for troubling young women. Besides managing the school, he also teaches physics and mathematics. Lost in a forest, St. Helena is said to give a second chance to desperate girls. When your parents sent you there, they expected you to behave... Not to engage in a twisted romance with your teacher

Words: 3k of pure smut

Tags: Religious context, toy, fingering, corruption kink, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Tom is 45-50), this is straight-up porn with a minimal plot so don't expect this to be a masterpiece. You've been warned. Minor DNI.

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“To solve this equation we will have to…”

Mr. Cruise’s words flew across the room but never really reached you. A small sigh escaped from your juicy lips as you repositioned yourself on the wooden chair. As you did, a delightful surge, followed by a wave of arousal, spread through your whole quivering body. It was like that at each of your movement.

“Now, I’m going to ask one of you to come and solve the new equation I just wrote on the board.”

You slightly wiggled on the chair, pressing your body against its surface a bit harder. It felt so frustrating not to move as you’d wish to… The friction of your panties’ fabric against your swollen and sensitive clit, pleasant at first, had become a lustful torture. It almost made you whimper but, fortunately enough, you had managed to choke it in your throat before it reached your lips. All you wanted was to moan but you knew that if you did, you would be in trouble. The thing was that the heat pooling in your loins was slowly turning into a wildfire, which threatened to burn you from within. You gripped the edge of your seat and clenched your fingers around it, for you did not know what to do anymore to control the pleasure you were experiencing. Your pulsing walls tightened around the vaginal plug that was buried in your drooling cunt and satisfying your growing sexual appetite.

Weeks ago you discussed with the baker’s wife during your gardening time and when the topic of men came you told her, quite timidly, that you never had sex before. She was not particularly surprised. You were trapped in religious boarding school for women after all. However, the baker’s wife still wondered why you had never fucked with a man before your parents dragged you here. To this question, you just shrugged. You were simply not ready. It seemed like your desire only woke up days after your arrival at St. Helena — how ironic. You could have slept with men countless times before, but it was only when you could not do it anymore that your body bloomed with sexual urges.

The first advice your friend gave you was to masturbate, which you did but it could be quite difficult for intimacy was scarce at St. Helena. You shared the dorm with five other girls, and shower time was strictly monitored by the nun in charge of the floor on which your bedroom was. All in all, your whole day was planned down to the minute. As a consequence of this tight schedule, you could not really find the time nor the intimacy to relieve your naughty needs.

There came the idea of the vaginal plug. What happened next was quite simple: you saved the pocket money your parents sent you each week and asked the baker’s wife to buy you something. You had the plug for a few days but it had already become a necessity. The toy was extremely practical for all you had to do was push it inside your pussy and keep it as long as you wish. It was not like someone would rummage through your panties though.

“Y/N. Would you come to the board please?”

Hearing Mr. Cruise voice calling your name snatched you from your pleasure bubble.

“Oh, uh, me?”

“Is there another Y/N in my school I don’t know about?” He replied quietly, but the corner of his lips was tucked in a faint amused smile.

“I am afraid I won’t be able to solve this. To be honest with you I am not good with maths, Sir..” How you managed to line up so many words in a row without stuttering was a mystery.

“That’s okay, Y/N. We’re going to solve it together and I’ll explain the process to the class at the same time.” His forest green eyes stared at you with vivid interest. Your relationship with the attractive Mr. Cruise had been rocky. He was often more demanding with you than with the other girls. It was probably because your parents had warned him you were quite a rebel soul. It seemed like he was looking at you with a bit more of intensity than he should do, but you chased away the thought, certainly influenced by the indescribable arousal the sex toy was giving you. Defeated, you had no other choice than obey Mr. Cruise if you wanted to remain free of all suspicions. Gathering the willpower left in you, you shut your thighs tight and stood up on your staggering feet.

“Are you okay?” He asked, noticing the goosebumps not only on your arms but also on the skin of your legs your high socks could not cover. You were cute in a way he could not speak… Especially when you were wearing your skirt.

“Yes, Sir!” You hurried to reply before making your way to the board under the insistent gaze of your teacher, trying to keep your legs as closed as you could. With each step, another wave of pleasure crashed against your walls and reflected in your whole body. And during the whole walk of shame, Mr. Cruise did not look away, his emerald iris tantalized by the way your hips were swinging … Or by the adorable color your cheeks had turned into when he started talking to you.

“Alright.” Once you reached him, the teacher handed you the white chalk he had been using to write on the blackboard. You took it, barely daring to look at Mr. Cruise’s handsome face. The first time you saw him, you had to ask God for forgiveness in your prayers for a tsunami of obscene thoughts flooded your mind. St. Helena’s director was a breathtakingly attractive man in his late forties or early fifties — you could not tell. But what you could tell was that he inspired you with many wet dreams even though he was more than twice your age and could be your dad. So, looking at his piercing feline eyes when your pussy was tortured by a plug would 100% make you climax here in the middle of the classroom.

You grabbed the chalk and tried to focus on the calculus, but the gears of your brain did not want to work. They remained silent, like the frozen mechanism of some vintage clocks. In spite of the pressure of being in front of the class, your body could not take care of anything else than the maddening sensation of the plug’s egg shape stretching your tight and needy pussy. The sex toy was too big for you inexperienced hole, so you often had trouble putting it in.

“That’s okay, my dear. Let me explain the solution to you.” Joining gestures to words, Mr. Cruise’s large and slightly calloused hand wrapped yours and led the chalk on the board. Warm skin against cold one, the temperature difference between you strengthens the unbearable arousal pooling in your lower back. The musky and manly fragrance of his perfume tingled your nostrils, making you want to bury your face in the crook of his neck as you sat on his lap like a good girl.

No, Y/N! Don’t think about that kind of sinful thing! You forced your mind not to drift from the calculus, but you did not understand a single. Not that you weren’t hearing Mr. Cruise’s seductive voice, but you were not listening to it.

“And that’s how you solve the problem. See, Y/N? That was not so difficult.” He said, with a charming toothy smile etched on his lips.

“Thank you, Sir.” You said, your eyes still fixed on the wooden floor as blood rushed to your face. At least I can go back to my chair, you thought. You had barely moved when the teacher’s hand gently grabbed your wrist. Surprised, you finally glance at him.

“For the last ten minutes of the course, I ask you to stay here,” As he talked, Mr. Cruise gently put his hands on your shoulders and pressed on them. Forced to sit on the edge of his desk, you shut your eyes trying to keep your composure but could not hold the feverish sigh that came out, “So that you’ll be more attentive and you’ll leave the class understanding today’s lesson.” The teacher said with the most caring tone you’d ever heard. He held your shoulders for a little while, pressing on them a bit strongly. You discreetly pulled your lower lips with your teeth to not whimper as the plug pushed deeper into you because of the pressure Mr. Cruise was applying. His forest green eyes shone with a lecherous appetite — Could he know that something was buried in your cunt? No, it was not possible.

The attractive director Cruise finally freed you from his grip and took one quick glance at your perky nipples, which were pointing under the tight fabric of your blouse. Then, he focused back on the class.

The last ten minutes seemed to be hours of endless carnal torture. You felt your pulse in your swollen clit, and all your holes were open in anticipation of getting filled. Tears almost overflooded your Y/EC eyes for the hellish arousal you were undergoing almost made you run out of breath. Desire ignited your virgin body, and the sparkled that originally started the fire was Mr. Cruise.

The ring echoed in the corridor, striking the end of school — or striking a miraculous liberation for you.

“Alright girls, don’t forget to do exercises three and four for tomorrow. See you soon.” The teacher said, hands crossed in his back.

You stood up from the desk, quickly grabbed your stuff, and proceeded to leave the classroom.

“Not you, Y/N.” You froze

“Sir?”

“In my office. Now.” His sweet voice had turned to ice when the last woman exited the room, leaving you and Mr. Cruise alone.

Stricken by panic, your heart quickened and your being shattered. Now you were in trouble.

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You had followed Mr. Cruise to his office in complete silence. Not once you tried to ask him the reason behind such an appointment nor what did you do wrong, for you were far too afraid of the answer. Yet, the most logical part of your mind was trying to soothe your fears: no one could possibly know about the plug. You had managed to hide it so well that no one ever suspected you owned such an object. At this point, the only possible reason behind Mr. Cruise’s reprimands was your distracted behavior during today’s class. The seductive man made you enter the room first so that he could shut the door behind you. What you did not expect was to hear the door’s locking though. Chills ran down your spine as a thin streak of pussy juice ran down your inner thighs.

“Do you know what kind of school St. Helena is, Y/N?” He asked, his words sharp as glass shards. You turned around to look at him.

“A religious boarding school, Sir.”

“A religious boarding school,” The teacher repeated, tilting his head to the side without looking away, “You’re right, dear. So, can I ask you why do you have such a dirty attitude?”

Your heart stopped, thunder-stricken by fear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Sir.” You tried to sound convincing but you stuttered like a guilty child. Mr. Cruise walked to you and leaned to whisper in your ear.

“Bend over the desk.”

Your breath hitched, for the atmosphere thickened in the room. This time, you were shaking like a leaf. Did you hear well?

“Y/N. Bend. Now.” His voice remained quiet but his words were coated with a thrilling coldness. Having no other choice than giving in, you sniffed and bent over the director’s desk, your skirt lifting up and exposing your panties to him as you did so.

“Y/N… You are such a naughty girl,” He said, shaking his head with discontent. However, you could perceive a tint of excitement in his tone. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the whole situation. Mr. Cruise’s grin could not help but stretch further at the sight of the wet spot on the fabric of your panties. He could almost smell your arousal from here, and it was slowly driving him crazy.

“The Devil is in you, I knew it.”

You squealed, for you felt his fingertips brushing your intimate part above your soaked underwear, “So wet…”

You bit your lips, almost choking with shame.

“He makes you mind buzzing with impure thoughts, and you are listening to them.” When he decided he had petted your pussy enough, he pressed his fingers right where your plug was. A feverish and slutty moan escaped from your lips.

“Do you want a man to fuck you, Y/N?”

“N-No, Sir!”

“Little liar,” He growled and his fingers hooked your panties’ fabric to slowly pull it down along your legs. Eyes wide open, your body remained frozen with both terror and intense arousal at the sensation of the room’s fresh air caressing your exposed sensitive folds. No matter how hard you tried, your brain could not get over the fact you were bending over your director’s desk, your pussy in sights , “ You’re such a whore… A whore that needs to feed her greedy cunt even during my class. You should be ashamed.” Something in his voice made you wetter: he was lecturing you, but his breath had become a bit erratic. Now you were convinced he was as turned on as you. A quick look was enough for you to notice the huge bulge between his legs. His cock twitched, hypnotized by the wonderful sight of your glistening lips and your filled hole.

“Confess, or I’ll expose you to the whole school so that they know what a slut you are.

“I-I want to be filled!” You blurred out, desperate.

“Tell me more.”

“I don’t know why, Sir, but I have these constant disgusting urges since I arrived here. My dreams are filled with perverse images, and I wake up in the middle of the night sweaty and soaked with love juice,” As you talked, Mr. Cruise watched the plug move inside your tight walls.

“This is a very serious matter, Y/N.”

“I tried to resist but I crave sex so bad, Sir… I am so sorry!! I won’t do it anymore, I swear I’ll throw this toy away and I’ll behave! But please don’t tell the others!!”

“Hm.” He simply replied, thrilled with arousal and starting to feel too tight in his pants.

Following a serious accident that had happened years ago, Mr. Cruise turned to God and gave up his debauchery to live closer to purity. But when you arrived at St. Helena, you shook all the foundations he had spent the last years building. He who was certain to be immune to sin soon found himself jerking off every night thinking about you, his oh-so-young student. With your perfect curves and your mischievous pout, you swept away his self-control and corrupted his holy heart to the core with obscene urges since the first day he met you.

Mr. Cruise’s senses were overwhelmed: his eyes could not look away from your dripping cunt and the plug. His nose was deliciously assaulted by the faint smell of your perfume. His ears were lulled by your shy whimpers. His mouth was watering at the simple thought of licking your forbidden fruit — and his hands, oh how he wanted them to spank the Devil out from you with them!

Keeping a bit of self-control, he swallowed and brought his hand near your entrance to softy grab the plug’s edge between his fingers.

“Are you virgin, my dear?”

“Y-Yes Sir, I am.”

“So you don’t even know what it feels to have your fragile flower pounded and your inside filled with warm semen?”

Fire rushed to your cheeks and loins at his words, as if your whole body begged for someone to fill every of its hole. Your fingers clenched on the wooden desk, “No I don’t, Sir.”

“Good,” Without the slightest warning, the teacher pulled the toy out of your pussy. An exciting suction noise echoed in the room. This, added to the surprise, caused you to moan louder and wave your hips, asking for more. As soon as he relieved the tension in your walls, glistening love juice flowed from your stretched hole like magical water from the fountain of Youth. Mr. Cruise moistened his lips with his tongue, drooling over the sweet taste of you, “there, love. There…” He whispered with a caring tone, his free hand gently stroking your lips and, sometimes, he pressed the tip of one finger against your hole for it to just drip even more.

At this point, you had to bite your tongue not to beg him to fuck you.

“I’ll keep your misbehavior for myself. Let’s say it will be our little secret,” He started.

You sighed, half reassured even though the shame was still burning your cheeks. The sensation of Mr. Cruise petting your virgin cunt, his fingers grazing your sensitive flesh, and his thumb massaging your swollen clit blissed you out. Mouth half opened, head slightly tilted backward, and eyes shut, you were starting to get dizzy.

“Under one condition,” He grinned, satisfied with the reaction his touch provided you.

“Sir!” You whined as he slipped one finger into you.

“I’ll keep my tongue but, in exchange, I want you to keep that slutty sex toy buried deep in your innocent pussy during each of my lessons.” His words melt like butter. As he talked, he slipped a second finger and started massaging your pulsing walls with back-and-forth movements. Your body answered by arching your back and spreading your legs even wider. Drool dripped from the corner of your lips. This was so humiliating and exciting at the same time you could not resist moving your hips on his fingers, lingering for more and more.

“Y-Yes Sir! Owww more, please Sir!”

But Mr. Cruise pulled out his fingers, doing the exact opposite.

“Enough for today,” He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and, eager to taste you, he licked your juice from his skin, humming with joy as he did, “Now take your plug back, and go take a shower. Dinner will be served soon, and people will ask questions if they don’t see you there.”

You stood on your shaking legs: he had turned you into a dirty and soaked mess. With an ashamed hand, you leaned to pick your panties up but his hand brutally slapped your butt cheeks. You squealed, half in surprise and half in pain. His lips quirked in a sadistic smirk.

“Hurry up.” He concluded before you left the office with your head down and your pussy dripping. You closed the door behind you and disappear into St. Helena’s dark corridors, sin weighting on your shoulders.

Your twice-your-age teacher just fingered you and you liked it. So much that you’d die for him to do it again. A shaky sigh escaped from your greedy lips, that wanted to taste his. Maybe he was right when he said that the Devil was inside you and everything you did.

And you were ready to embrace it if it meant to drive your teacher pussy drunk for you…

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foreveraweirdoneslife · 27 days

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Like No Time Has Passed At All [icemav]

(Link to AO3 here)

Summary: The dagger mission was successful and old married icemav are having some fun in the bedroom while Bradley is in the house, too.

A/N: This is just a little smutty idea that plopped into my head after re-watching TGM a couple of days ago and which kept me from continuing with You Can Be My Wingman Anytime. But now that this one is out of my system, I can go back to writing that one too.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Jake "Hangman" Seresin (only implied)

Warnings/content: 18+, porn with plot, porn with feelings, old!icemav, married!icemav, unprotected sex, rough sex, fluff and smut, domesticity.

Word count: 3.7k

The efforts of the last couple of days are still sticking in Mav’s bones but he’s home now and happy. The mission was more than successful. Bradley had asked if he could stay for a night or two before he is sent back to his squadron like the other daggers. Ice is already waiting for Mav to snuggle up in bed with him and honestly, Mav couldn't wish for more right now.

Nevertheless, Mav wants to check in on Bradley and apologize to him once again and maybe already catch up a bit on what has happened in Bradley's life in the years they hadn't talked to each other. So he walks up to Bradley's old room where he is staying now, too.

Mav finds the door to Bradley’s room standing open just a bit and he can hear him talking to someone. He can't catch what exactly Bradley is saying but he sounds happy. The voice which is answering him through the speaker sounds familiar, too, and Mav has an idea who it could be.

As nosy as he is, Mav takes the not fully closed door as an invitation to poke his head through the slit in the door. As expected, Bradley is sitting on his bed, notebook on his lap, talking to the screen.

“Wait a moment,” Bradley says when he notices Mav peeking through the door and looks up at his surrogate dad with a questioning look.

“Hangman?” Mav mouthes.

Bradley rolls his eyes at Mav but a lopsided smile appears on his face and he looks exactly like when he had his first girlfriend.

Mav smiles back at him, gives him a thumbs up and quietly closes the door behind him, leaving the two alone. He can still catch up with Bradley tomorrow.

Mav changes into his pajamas and goes to his bedroom where he finds Ice sitting against the headpiece, reading glasses on and immersed in a book. When Mav comes in, he peeks up from his book with a soft smile but doesn't say anything.

Mav smiles back at Ice and silently crawls into their bed, too, snuggling up to his husband and wrapping one of his arms around Ice’s waist.

“I'm so glad you two finally made peace with each other again,” Ice mumbles and places a kiss on the top of Mav’s head. “Have you talked to him like you wanted to?”

“Not yet,” Mav replies, mumbling against Ice's chest. “He's on a video call with Hangman. Didn't want to disturb them.”

“Lieutenant Seresin?” Ice asks back, surprised.

“Yeah, the two actually remind me a lot of us back in the day,” Mav mumbles with a smile and hoping for them that they will be just as happy with each other like he is with Ice.

“I see,” Ice replies and they fall into a comfortable silence both sucked up in their own thoughts. Mav reminisces in memories of when he and Ice had first started to hang out with each other back in ‘86.

“You don't mind me finishing this chapter, do you?” Ice asks then and it's not really a question because at some point in their thirty-odd years together this has become a routine for them. Ice going to bed earlier, enjoying a good book. Mav joining him later, quietly snuggling up to him after a stressful day at work, enjoying Ice’s loving warmth. When Ice is finished, they go over to sleeping - or sleeping with each other.

“Not at all,” Mav replies like he does every time. For some minutes, they just cuddle like this. Ice still reading. Mav cuddling with his husband.

At some point, Mav's hand drops to Ice’s thigh and he starts to draw little circles on the fabric of Ice's pajama pants. He would much rather like to go for option two today instead of simply sleeping.

Ice continues reading but one of his arms now wraps around Mav’s waist and his hand slips into the backside of Mav’s briefs. Ice keeps his hand just resting there but Mav knows that it means that he doesn't want to sleep, either. After so many years, they understand each other silently, no words needed.

As if coincidentally, Mav lets his hand softly brush over the fabric covering Ice’s limp dick. Ice breathes out languishly. “Mav,” he scolds him in a whisper but Mav knows that Ice is not serious about it because he starts to softly knead one of Mav's buttocks.

“Am I distracting you, Admiral?” Mav whispers and he feels Ice's dick twitch below his hand. He first found out that it turns Ice on when Mav drops his rank in bed when it had slipped his mouth right after Ice's promotion to Lieutenant Commander. The first promotion he had gotten after they became a couple. Since then Mav has occasionally made use of it because he knows that Ice loves to hear it from time to time and Mav loves to say it, too, because sometimes he still can't believe that he is actually married to the COMPACFLT.

Back in the day, Ice would have been fully erect by now. Nowadays, it took him longer but Mav didn't care. They both were old now and their bodies simply didn't work anymore like they did in their twenties. Mav loves Ice's body now just as much as he did thirty years ago and his own body isn't as quick as it used to be, either. So, it really doesn't matter and somehow Mav even loves it that it takes both of them longer to get there because it gives him the opportunity to tease Ice more, to slowly seduce him until he wants to take him just as desperately as when they were young.

Mav starts to softly stroke Ice through the fabric. He doesn't pretend anymore that it’s coincidental and he can feel how Ice slowly hardens in his hand. Ice lets a finger slip in between Mav’s buttocks, slowly moving it back and forth. Mav feels himself harden, too, and grinds against Ice’s thigh letting him know what he's doing to him.

Ice finally closes his book one handedly and puts it on the nightstand together with his glasses. Mav suspects that he already hadn't been reading for quite some minutes now but it's his sign of telling Mav that he’s ready for more.

So Mav straddles him, still fully clothed, and starts dry-humping him slowly. A deep moan escapes Ice’s lips but the moment it's out he covers his mouth with his hand.

“Shit, Bradley's here,” he mumbles a second later but Mav shuts him up with his lips on Ice’s, smiling into the kiss. Mav suddenly feels twenty years younger. Back when Bradley was living with them, Ice had always been so cautious not to be heard by Bradley but it had only rarely worked out. He knows that, both of them know that because teenage Bradley didn't shy away from telling them on a regular basis.

Mav’s mouth goes wandering down Ice's jawline, then onto his neck. He cherishes Ice's throat scar with his lips, one of the remnants of the terrible battle they have fought together and Ice has finally won. Mav knows of course that it can come back but for now Ice is well and that is all that matters.

When Mav slowly reaches the neckline of Ice's pajama top, he doesn't hesitate long but quickly gets rid of it and pulls it over Ice's head. Then he continues to plant sloppy kisses on Ice’s chest until he arrives at one of his nipples and twirls his tongue around it.

Ice lets his head fall back against the headpiece and he bites his lip in a desperate attempt not to moan. Mav hasn't seen Ice like this in years because normally, Ice is loud. Always has been. And both of them love it but today it's different. Today they're not alone in the house and for now, Ice seems to be determined to keep quiet.

Fully aware that it will take Ice's full willpower not to moan out loudly, Mav continues to twirl his tongue around Ice’s nipples in between kisses and while still riding him. Ice gasps and squirms underneath him. Then he’s ramming his hips up against Mav and Mav loves to see him like this. Desperate for Mav’s body, desperate for more.

Ice unambiguously tugs at Mav’s shirt and Mav gets rid of that, too. Now it's his turn to bite back a moan because Ice starts roaming over Mav’s upper body with his long, slender fingers, pulling him down to kiss him feverishly and still thrusting against him. Ice lets his hands travel down to Mav’s butt cheeks, squeezing them firmly, pulling them apart and Mav desperately needs to get rid of his remaining clothes now. So he quickly shuffles his pajama pants and his briefs down in one go and sits back up on Ice’s hips, fully naked.

Ice slowly, languishly lets his eyes wander over Mav’s body until his sight shamelessly rests between Mav’s legs. Ice lasciviously licks his slightly parted lips and Mav’s dick twitches in anticipation. Ice grips Mav’s hips and drags. Mav knows what he’s implying here. Mav smirks, their hungry eyes meet for a second and he pulls himself up on his knees.

Mav looks down and quietly sighs at the gorgeous sight in front of him. He sees Ice staring at his throbbing cock and liking his lips again. Ice takes his time and Mav loves it but hates it at the same time. He wants to be touched, to be welcomed by the wet warmth of Ice’s mouth. But Ice takes his time because he knows exactly how to tease Mav.

Ice caresses the backside of Mav’s thighs, slowly moving upwards to cup his cheeks, kneading them slowly but firmly. Like this, Ice pulls Mav just a bit closer and then he takes him into his mouth. Mav grabs the headpiece to support himself and lets out a loud moan, ignoring the fact that he should stay quiet because this feels just too good. Ice starts bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue varying between the underside and the tip of his cock. Mav is breathing heavily and Ice knows exactly what he’s doing here. He glances up at Mav and his eyes glisten impishly before his right hand moves further around to Mav’s butt crack. He pulls his cheeks apart with his other hand and lets a finger brush lightly across his entrance. Mav gasps breathlessly and already can't wait to sink in on Ice when he has prepared him.

Ice continues to work on Mav's dick while teasing his hole. After a couple of minutes, Mav is panting heavily and he has to pull away if he doesn't want to come early. Ice lets him sit back down on his hips and Mav leans down to kiss him, tasting himself on Ice’s slick lips.

“You're driving me crazy,” he whispers against Ice’s lips.

“I know,” Ice smirks, his voice deep and heavy with arousal and Mav kisses him again with all the love and passion he’s never lost in all those years.

Ice sighs into Mav’s mouth and still kissing him, Mav notices him blindly reaching for the nightstand. Mav backs away from the kiss and quickly helps him to get the bottle of lube out of the drawer.

Lovingly smiling at each other and excitement sparkling in their eyes, Ice holds out his hand and Mav clicks the bottle open, letting the velvety liquid drip down on Ice’s fingers. Ice spreads it there and Mav puts the bottle away before closing his eyes and leaning down to kiss Ice again and at the same giving him better access.

Ice’s hand quickly wanders back between Mav’s butt cheeks and he brushes his index finger over Mav’s entrance again, making Mav hum in pleasure. Then he applies a bit more pressure and slowly pushes his finger in. Mav sharply breathes in but his exhale is already a deep moan. He’s relaxed, knows what it feels like to have Ice inside him and still just simply loves it every time.

Ice starts moving, slowly fucking Mav with his finger and Mav mirrors the movement with his whole body, eyes closed, softly moaning with each thrust, their plan, well, mostly Ice’s plan to stay quiet already long forgotten. It doesn't take Ice long to add another finger, then a third and Mav becomes greedy. Ice’s fingers aren't enough. He wants Ice to fill him completely. Ice slowly pulls his fingers out and Mav whimpers for a split second but it's okay because he knows that it will only even get better.

Ice tugs at his own pajama pants now and because Mav is still straddling him, he shuffles a bit and helps him, yanking both the pants and boxers down in one motion. Mav takes a moment to impudently take in the gorgeous sight in front of him. No matter how often he has already seen Ice like this - naked, in their bed, breathing heavily and with a thick, throbbing cock just for him - he just knows he will never get enough of it, of him.

“Like what you see?” Ice smirks lavishly.

“As if you didn't know that already,” Mav replies and leans forward again to kiss Ice fervently.

In this position, Mav’s butt is already touching Ice’s dick and he feels it bumping against his crack. Mav doesn't want to wait any longer and reaches for the bottle of lube again. This time, Ice helps him to get it. Mav spreads the liquid on his fingers before he gives Ice's cock a couple of strokes. Ice hums in pleasure and immediately starts thrusting into Mav's hand greedily. Mav loves to see him like this, loves that his husband still wants him so desperately. Mav wants Ice just as much and so he starts aligning himself so that he can sink down on Ice easily.

What they are about to do is by far their favorite, most used position, that is Mav riding Ice slowly until both can't get ahold of themselves anymore. Mav loves it this way and he knows that Ice loves it, too. In earlier years, they switched positions more often and sometimes Mav actually misses to be pounded into the mattress by Ice but that hasn't happened in years. Specifically, not since Ice’s battle with cancer. It's undeniable that the disease has worn him down physically and it also has left more than one mark on both of them emotionally. And that's why Mav is grateful for every additional day he can spend with Ice. It doesn’t matter that their sex is not the same anymore as it was ten years ago because it’s still so much better than he would have thought it would be considering their age and what they have gone through. But that is actually an understatement because honestly, he can't imagine having better sex than he has now.

Next thing, however, Mav knows he's on his back, Ice hovering over him. “Tom,” he whispers and Ice looks at him with the cocky smirk he's never lost.

Mav’s heart is pounding heavily in his chest and for the first time in forever he actually feels nervous before sleeping with Ice. Excited? Yes, still every time. But nervous? Maybe the first time they had sex again after Ice's cancer treatment because it had been such a long time without and they weren't sure if everything would work out - it did in the end - but even that was already a couple of years ago now.

Ice pushes himself on his knees, Mav laid out in front of him, bare-naked and excited to be banged in a position they haven't done in years. Ice grins down at him and firmly grabs Mav’s hips, pulling him closer and propping him up a bit. Mav gasps in surprise because only seconds ago he didn't know that Ice is still so strong - or better is so strong again - and Mav is turned on by that even more than he already is, his hard cock twitching as if emphasizing his thoughts.

Ice adjusts himself and then finally, Mav feels Ice enter him, slowly but in one go. Mav can't restrain himself from crying out in pleasure and Ice groans, too. He gives both of them a bit of time to adjust to the feeling and leans down to kiss Mav heatedly for a moment, before he slowly starts thrusting. For a moment, Mav keeps his eyes open, taking in the sight of Ice hovering above him, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, moaning under his breath. Then Mav’s eyes fall shut and he’s panting because Ice is intensifying both pace and vigor now.

Ice shifts back on his knees, firmly grabs Mav's hips again and now he is actually pounding Mav hard. His thrusts are rough and his pace is unrelenting and Mav just loves it. He hasn't felt like this in years. His cock is bouncing wildly between their bodies, sometimes slapping either against his own or Ice's stomach and everything just feels so good.

He looks up at Ice, their fiery eyes meet and Ice smirks at him in such a dirty, lewd way that Mav is immediately very close to coming. Ice is still fucking him adamantly but his movements become more erratic, too. Both of them are moaning with each thrust now and Ice reaches for Mav's dick, stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts.

Then Mav squirms and arches his back. His eyes roll back into his head and with a long and languish moan he comes on his stomach in several thick jolts. Ice keeps thrusting through Mav’s orgasm but Mav is clenching hard around him and that pushes him over the edge, too, groaning loudly.

Ice collapses on top of Mav, breathing heavily. They softly kiss each other and with a loving smile, Mav gently strokes away a stray strand of hair from Ice’s forehead which has been sticking there sweatily.

Ice smacks another kiss on Mav's lips and slowly pulls out. Mav feels Ice’s cum dripping out of him and knows that he will be sore for the next couple of days but he couldn't care less because it will inevitably remind him every waking hour of how perfectly he just got railed by his hot husband.

Then they both quickly clean up themselves and the mess they’ve made before crawling back to bed and snuggling up against each other, Mav’s head resting on Ice’s chest.

“Didn't know you still had it in you like that,” Mav mumbles appreciatively, softly tracing the stripes on Ice’s pajama top with his finger tips.

“You know what? Me neither. I guess having Bradley in the house makes me feel younger,” Ice chuckles deeply and Mav feels his chest vibrating.

“Maybe we should invite him over from time to time now that everything is fine again,” Mav laughs.

“That would be so inappropriate,” Ice scolds him but can’t keep himself from laughing, too.

“Has that ever stopped me?” Mav answers challengingly.

Ice just shakes his head but smiles. “Good night, Pete,” he replies resolutely and kisses his husband goodnight.

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The next morning, Mav and Ice come down into the kitchen to find Bradley already sitting at their table, a cup of coffee at his side and a bowl of froot loops together with a bottle of milk in front of him.

Froot loops have been Bradley's favorite cereals for as long as Mav can remember. So they had become a permanent feature in their kitchen ever since Bradley had moved in with them. Over time, however, Ice has grown fond of them, too, and so they still always keep a pack or two, just in case Ice wants to eat some out of the blue.

Sitting there like this, Bradley looks exactly like his teenage self, only that he’s twenty years older now and smiling at the screen of his smartphone whose future existence hadn't even been known back then. As soon as he notices his surrogate dads’ presence, he locks his phone, puts it on the table and looks up at them, chewing.

“If you like our froot loops so much, why don't you come over more often,” Mav suggests with a smirk that is screaming shenanigan before Ice can stop him. Instead, he just rolls his eyes at him and shakes his head but is nevertheless smiling.

“Am I right in assuming that this is not about froot loops or the fact that you missed me so much?” Bradley asks, scooping another spoon of cereal into his mouth.

“Yes,” Ice replies with a nod.

“And am I also right in assuming that I don't want to know what it's really about?” Bradley continues, obviously interpreting the look on Mav’s face correctly.

Ice confirms that again and walks over to the kitchen cupboard. He takes out another bowl and a spoon and sits down next to Bradley before making himself a bowl of froot loops, too.

The whole time, Mav just keeps standing in the door frame, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He smiles and for a moment, he just watches his two boys interact with each other and eat the most silly type of cereal in the world. Then he pours himself a cup of coffee, too, and sits down opposite the two.

“I've been such a fool,” Bradley suddenly drops in between two spoons, shaking his head and Mav just frowns at him. “For thinking that I could for once sleep here without being pestered by your old men’s noises.”

Mav immediately sees Ice’s face turn red and how he innocently shovels another spoon of cereal into his mouth.

“You’ve once lived here for years. Don't tell me you didn't know what you’re embarking on,” Mav replies with a shrug.

“Jake even asked me in what kind of filthy motel I'm staying that I have to endure those terrible noises and if he needs to lend me some money so that I can get a room in a proper hotel,” Bradley goes on, ignoring Mav’s comment.

“Jake, huh?” Mav counters and smirks wantonly.

Ice laughs, Bradley’s ears turn bright pink and it feels like no time has passed at all.

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multifandomworldsposts · 5 months

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what about Maverick coming home after a stressful day and ordering you to ride his thigh for kinkmas? yk he's still dressed while you're just in his shirt and maybe he even calls you over with like this hand gesture.... it makes me weak every time shahahahq love ur work ❤️

Day 4 of Kinkmas: Giving Maverick Pleasure

KINKMAS ❤️🪩

A/N: thank you for the comment at the end of the submission 🥰✨❤️

pairing: pete mitchell x fem!reader

warning: age gap, dry humping, hickeys, blow jobs, riding

Y/N’s POV

I’m cooking some dinner for Pete and I, I’m wearing a new lingerie but I’m covering it with one of his t-shirts. I hear the door open and it slams shut, I already know he had a bad day, he’s done this before.

“Fuck!” Pete groans.

I flinch. I walk in the living room and I can tell he looks stressed.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I yelled.” He tries to calm himself down.

“What happened?” I get closer towards him.

“Two of my students got in a fight and things went downhill.” He says taking his jacket off.

“Who were they?” I say standing in front of him.

“Hangman and Rooster.” He says.

He’s told me about Rooster a few times, he knew his dad when we was younger.

“How can I help you with your stress Mav?” I massage his shoulders.

He gives me a thinking face and he notices my lingerie.

“Is this new?” He lifts his shirt to see the lingerie.

“I bought it last week.” I say.

“It looks good on you.” He smirks.

“Do you want me to do anything?” I ask again.

Pete walks to the couch and sat down, I walk to him to be in front of him.

“How about you, dry hump my thigh.” He says relaxing on the couch.

“That’ll help your stress?” I cross my arms.

“Why not?” He smirks.

I take a deep breath and take his shirt off to show him my new lingerie.

“You love it?” I look at my set.

“I do, but I prefer it on the floor.” He smirks.

I find the zipper on the back of the set and unzip it and let it fall on the ground, Pete gets more comfortable on the couch. I walk towards him slowly and straddle him, I dry hump his thigh. He moans and guides me. I start to kiss his neck and began to give him hickeys.

“This is a new you I’ve never seen before Y/N/N.” Pete whispers in my ear.

“Just want to give daddy he wants when he’s stressed.” I whisper back.

“I don’t think I’m stressed anymore.” He says smiling at me.

“Let me do something else to you.” I pout.

“Show me baby.”

I get on my knees and unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. His cock looks hard already so I begin to suck it. I can hear him groan and I feel his hand tugging on my hair.

Pete makes me look at him and says, “I need you on my cock when I cum.” He says in a deep voice.

I set myself on his dick and rode it. He held me into place and I gasp, he got bigger than the last time we did this. He begins to give me hickeys all over my neck. I tug on his hair which made him moan in my neck and I giggle.

After for a while, we get on the ground and make love on the carpet. I hope this happens all the time when he’s stressed.

“Pete, are you not stressed anymore?” I question getting his hair out of his face.

“Not anymore Y/N/N.” He smiles.

“If you want, if you’re stressed out in the future, we can do this if you want?” I say.

“I’d like that.” He smirks.

“I love you Maverick.” I give him a peck.

“I love you too princess.” He gives me a peck.

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mqverick · 3 months

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buick roadmaster | ₊˚⊹ᰔ

mature themes, +18

rough smut included, consider yourselves warned

“Because I’m going deeper and deeper

Harder and harder”

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“I don’t want to be demanding here, but… could you say maybe ten — twelve words to me before we get to the hotel?” you asked Charlie, half frustrated, half smiling at him, trying not to look too pissed off. It had almost been an hour ever since he’d begun driving, not even bothering to turn the radio on. Just dead silence.

Charlie glanced over at you, then returned his attention to the street, driving quietly with opaque eyes. You sighed, hand coming up to your forehead as you rubbed the skin between your eyebrows in despair, not knowing what to do.

“…Consider it foreplay,” you tried again, this time more playfully, hoping to get him in the feels.

Instead of saying anything, though, he just smirked discreetly, secretly loving being busted by you. “Glad we decided to spend the weekend together, gives you two whole days to bitch at me,” he eventually replied. As a response, you scooted over and knelt his thigh, crossing your arms as you looked forward with narrowed eyes. “What, you’re not talking to me now?”

God, the nerve of that man.

“If you’re so damn worried that you can’t look like you’re not holding back a giant shit, call your dumb service. I took Friday off because I wanted to spend three nice days with my loving boyfriend, who apparently is the biggest, pompous jerk I’ve ever met.”

Charlie chuckled sarcastically, still not giving the slightest care of looking at you, his gaze firmly locked on the road ahead of you. “So that’s what’s on my mind, huh? The service?”

“I sure hope it’s not another woman,” you replied with the same snarky tone, your head now leaned against the widow as you also refused to look at him. You could feel the radiation of his proud, teasing smirk burning you, nevertheless.

“Maybe it’s three other women.”

Oh, he just loved keeping the tension going, didn’t he? Hadn’t you had enough patience and experience of his almost childish behavior after dating (and baring) him for a whole year, you would’ve grabbed the steering wheel from him and crash the car right into the nearest tree. Sometimes, you wondered how you put up with him, with how full of himself he was.

You saw his motor running and huffed. How convenient, you thought, urging him to pick up.

“Maybe they’re calling you right now.” With flared nostrils, you punched up the speed dial on the car phone, hearing the electronic beeps as Charlie continued ignoring you. His nerves were at the surface, fingers gripping unintentionally hard onto the steering wheel as he pushed his sunglasses over the bridge of his nose, scratching the spot there for just a second.

“Babbitt,” he called.

“Two calls from a Mr. Bateman. You want the number?” the voice operator spoke and you the way Charlie closed his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you as you slowly turned your body around so that you could see him better, getting worried.

Quietly into silence, “No.”

“Oh, okay. Then there’s, uh — oh shit. There’s this, um, Mr. Mooney, says he’s your father’s lawyer in Chicago… your father died, sir.”

Charlie clicked off the line, interrupting the call. Driving with one hand, the other one sat on his lap, looking for something to fiddle with, doing eighty. He was shaken, that you could tell, even though he was putting up the biggest effort not to let it show. All the previous anger you felt about him was long gone, taken over by compassion.

“Oh, Charlie. Are you all right?” you asked, your fingertips reaching for the side of his face, but he shook them away, strangely cold and distant. You just stared at him, unable to read him as he pulled off the road, trying to turn. No reply to your question, struggling to keep up the façade.

“Sorry about the weekend, hon,” he mumbled lowly, turning the car around. Was he serious? Did he really think all you cared about was Palm Springs? You opted to maintain your calm.

“The weekend? Charlie…?”

You found it weird, how little emotion he showed. Charlie always tempted to do things like that, completely leave you out of his thoughts, pretend that nothing had ever bothered you. It annoyed you, sure, but mostly, it caused you sadness. You wanted to be there for him, let him know that he could count on you whenever he was feeling bad, if only you knew what was going on in that mind of his. He was really good at hiding his reactions and feelings from everyone as well.

“Didn’t mean to ruin our trip, I’ll make it up to you, though, I promise,” he announced weakly. “Look, we… uh, we hated each other. Mom died when I was two and it’s been me and him ever since.”

You reached for his face again, this time more gently. Charlie accepted your touch, leaning into it for comfort as he closed his eyes just for a short moment. That was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him — that he’d ever let you seen him.

“Did he not treat you well?” you asked, stroking his hair carefully, smoothing it back.

“Beat me up. Emotionally, I mean. Nothing I did was ever good enough… I dealt with it, eventually. Learnt to ignore and let go. Hated him.”

To you, it explained a lot about why Charlie had been behaving like that. It was how he’d grown up, having to shield himself from the others. It hurt you that you couldn’t seem to be helpful for him, hurt you when he abruptly pulled away from your touch away, swallowing back his feelings.

“We’ve been dating for a year. When were you planning to tell me all this? Let me be there for you, Charlie, I’m sick and tired of always having to guess what’s on your head.” But he was back to being silent and acting as if he couldn’t hear you.

Putting up his guard again, not allowing himself to show you how he really felt. You hated him.

“I’m talking to you,” you said in a demanding tone. “Stop fucking playing a game with me. I’m your fucking girlfriend, I should know how to comfort you for Christ’s sake, but you pull away all the damn time! It’s always one step forward and a whole airplane flight back with us. Quit pushing me away every time I try to understand you, it’s exhausting.”

“Not one of these again,” Charlie whispered under his breath as he sighed too loudly for your liking.

“What? Doesn’t it concern you that you had to say ‘again’ in that sentence? You exclude me from everything that’s going on in your life, maybe you’d like to do something about it, just for a change?” you begged sarcastically.

“Fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk. How was your day, honey?” Charlie questioned with indifference, not bothering at the slightest to hide how much he felt like he itched to piss you off.

“I don’t want to talk, I want to—”

“No, you wanted to talk, let’s talk. C’mon, tell me, how have you been doing? Had a nice day? How was it, tell me everything about it, come on.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you mouthed, unbuckling yourself free from your seat. “Stop the car, I want to leave.” But once again, he pretended like he hadn’t heard anything from what you’d said.

“Not going anywhere,” you were simply given.

“No, you know what? One whole year and you haven’t once told me how you feel about me. It’s as though we’ve been stuck on the third date stage, going out for dinner and then fucking. That’s all we do. I’m not asking you to explain everything to me, just let me know that you feel comfortable confiding in me, trusting me. What if I wanted to meet your parents one day? When would you have told me that your mother had died and that you and your father didn’t speak? Relationships are about care for each other.”

“I care about you, you know that.”

You looked over at him with unsure eyes. You’d doubted Charlie’s faith in you before and maybe that was the problem with your relationship. You loved him, loved him dearly — had been in love with him ever since you began dating him. You knew he was capable of showing you a caring side, which was rare, but still very existing.

You believed you loved him enough for the two of you. None, however, had ever expressed that to each other. Spent days, weeks, months, patiently waited for him to make the move, do something romantic or even just spit it out awkwardly while watching a movie or cuddling in bed. But no, Charlie’s head was more stubborn than a donkey and if there was one thing he was good at, it was constantly shielding himself and drawing you away. As if he hated being in a relationship.

“Do I?”

And it killed him. Killed him how incapable he was of reassuring you that for him, it was pretty much over since the day he met you. How he’d bottled up all the things he wanted to say to you, how important you were to him, his only family.

“You don’t mean that,” he whispered lowly enough for you to unintentionally miss it.

“If you’re not ready for a relationship, Charlie, I won’t force you to be in one. And for fuck’s sake stop the fucking car already!” But he wasn’t stopping, wasn’t anywhere near stopping; instead only sprinted faster into the empty road. The wind was blowing through his hair, throwing it on top of his forehead as he pushed it aside, annoyed.

You hair was probably a mess too, for all you cared. You were furious with him, with how little he’d let you know him, how you’d almost never been a part of his life. If only you knew.

“You don’t get to go, I need you,” he yelled, voice loud enough for the first time during the car ride for you to actually hear. He was mad too and you didn’t even know why — no, but honestly — he had no right. No right to even have the smallest, tiniest bit of irritation into his body, when he was the only one responsible for all of this.

“You don’t fucking tell me what to do,” you gritted through your teeth, glaring holes into his head. “Now stop the fucking car or I’ll hit the brakes and we’ll both fly the fuck forward into the glass.”

“All right, stop you want?” Charlie asked, abruptly taking a turn that almost sent you out of the window, holding onto your stomach and the seatbelt that you’d unfastened earlier. “Then stop you’ll fucking get.” He was being insane with it, driving ridiculously fast, you were certain he was planning to end your lives once and for all.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you screamed, regretting the moment you’d decided it would be sane and safe to not be wearing a seatbelt while on a car with a man who barely knew how to contain his anger tantrums.

“You wanted to stop, so we’re stopping the car. I’m stopping the fucking car!” he yelled back, slapping the steering wheel so loudly and with so much force that he accidentally winced in pain.

You were holding on for dear life, clutching onto the fabric of the seats and holding your breath down your throat, when he finally stopped with a turn that you were sure was a death sentence.

You didn’t even know where you were, where he’d driven. Your brain was permanently off after that reckless driving of him, making it clearer for you that you needed to leave him or at least threaten him about ending the relationship, giving him a break. There was no way he’d ever be clear enough to think straight, though, especially after your argument, especially after his dad’s death.

Man, he was really getting one slap after another.

“You’re not capable of handling a relationship, then you don’t fucking get to be in one! Go fuck yourself, Charlie!” you shouted at him as your hand went to clasp around the door’s handle, furious at him, but before you could even realize what was happening, Charlie had yanked you back by your shirt, sending you flying into his lap.

You yelped and tried to free yourself from his grasp, but he was holding you so tightly on him that you couldn’t move besides wiggle your legs. He looked both troubled and pissed, unsurprisingly hard to read. His eyes were cold and sharp, sparking as they glowered at you.

He wanted to say something. You could tell by the way his lips subconsciously moved as if he had the words right on the tip of his tongue, but were being choked up by him. He was weak with words, always had been. He thought of them as an action that you couldn’t take back, something like a pearl in your head that you’d be able to roll around as you reminisce. He hated words.

The second time you tried to pull away from him, he kissed you. Attached his lips forcefully into yours, causing you to gasp and completely stop moving. It took you a little to comprehend the situation, but once the warm feeling of his mouth moving against yours kicked in, you reciprocated the kiss with the same urge and compulsion.

“I need you,” he murmured into your ear as he rubbed his nose against the soft flesh of your cheek, wrapping his hands around you so tightly that he wouldn’t have to worry about you trying to make an escape again. With each hand firmly positioned on the sides of his neck, you pulled him down on top of you, laying uncomfortably on top of the seats. You didn’t even care if your back was hurt by hitting the transmission stick a little too hard, or how he’d accidentally pulled a few hairs from a strand that was covering your face.

You lifted your leg up as he crashed his lips into yours again, extending over the top of the console and wrapping it around his waist, arousal already pooling in your underwear. Charlie had his way of kissing you; knew exactly how long it took you to get weak for him, to shut your mind off and beg him for more. He loved using it against you.

Loved how it turned you on the same amount it did for him. His left hand travelled in your hair, pulling it from the ends. His right was around your waist, just under the rim of your shirt, gripping your hip. His tongue peaked out of his mouth, exploring yours before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against your lips, detaching abruptly and creating a thin string of saliva between the two of you. His breath was hard to catch and so was yours, both still incredibly mad at one another. He stared at you blankly for a second, his hard-on growing against his pants as he looked over at your swollen, wet lips.

“You fucking dick,” you snarled under your breath as you angled your knee outward until it was tight on the dashboard. You urgently unbuttoned your jeans, then pulled him back toward you, kissing him passionately as your left hand searched for his, leading it downwards and eventually pressing it firmly onto your mound. Charlie groaned into your mouth, cock twitching painfully against the hard material of his trousers. He let his fingers feel down your body, stroking your clothed leg as his palm curved over your butt and down the back of your thigh. His touch was your cause of death.

“Scoot a little,” he instructed you, struggling to pull down your jeans, accidentally hitting the top of his head against the roof of the car. You tried to suppress the automatic laughter, simply choking out a chuckle, which Charlie hushed away the very moment he ground his covered erection on your pulsing core, soaked through your panties.

Your moan came out ridiculously loud, shadowing the pleased hum that fell from his lips due to the feel of your warmth and wetness, almost convincing himself that he was just a second away from losing it when he hadn’t even gotten to touch you yet. You took the chance to knee him in the crotch, livid at the fact that he was smirking at how ready you were for him, feeling all proud of himself, knowing that he was the only one to ever offer you that feeling — that kind of pleasure.

Charlie looked at you with lustful, blown pupils. You were pretty sure you were as much of a mess as he was, hair combed, clothes half off, red neck and ears, swollen lips and glassy eyes. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, the only thing covering your chest know being a black lacy bra. You swore you felt an orgasm creep up inside of you as the pad of his thumb made contact with your clit through the underwear, biting so hard down on your lip in order to not scream his name from the top of your lungs, hips subconsciously thrusting against his hand. You were embarrassed, on one side, but on the other, you couldn’t care less.

After all that was done, you were out.

Out of the car and out of his life, you’d decided.

“Fucking touch me already,” you demanded, but he responded negatively to your tone, pinning you down on the seat so tightly that it caused you to let out a tiny wince. With one hand, Charlie held your wrists down and over your head, while the other finally shoved your underwear out of the way. For a contemplative minute, he almost forgot that he was supposed to be mad at you.

How much he loved having you like this.

But he wasn’t going to say anything just yet. Maybe another time, in another case, where he wouldn’t utter it out during sex talk, where he was stronger than that, put his pride last instead of first. He didn’t want to break up with you, ever. To him, you were the one. It was hard to express, complex to explain — bless his heavy heart strings that only allowed him to pick all the wrong talks, places and times.

“Y’feel so good,” he murmured into your ear as he entered a finger into you, carefully enough not to hurt you with the rings he had on. “You fucking kill me whenever I see you. You’re too much, I can’t handle you, I just can’t.” The word came out of his mouth like honey and you had to dig your nails into his back, over his shirt, to stop yourself from cumming undone right then and there.

His finger curled inside your walls, following all the small bends and curves of the part of your body that needed him the most, sluggishly applying pressure and picking up place.

Your juices are dripping down your thighs, thing that helped him to easily add another finger in you. The mixture of his low groans, your choked moans and the slapping sounds of his hand rawing you was probably the biggest turn-on you’d ever experienced. All that in the middle of an empty street, in public view. All one had to do was peak over the windows of his car.

“Keep doing that, I’m so fucking close,” you purred into Charlie’s lips as you kissed him, giving permission to your hands to travel around the waistband of his trousers and undo the zipper.

“Yeah?”

“I want to fuck you.”

“Maybe another night,” Charlie replied with sureness as he suddenly dragged his fingers out of you and rubbing them against the skin of his bottom lip. You both wanted to punch the life out of him and not say anything at all, just enjoy the view of him licking your precum off his hand.

The image was so insanely sexy that you could orgasm just by looking at him and nothing else.

Charlie finally threw his black shirt off somewhere into the backseats, his trousers coming up next as he stood on top of you with just his boxers, which were pretty much a whole other level of mess; leaking with his own precum. He’d never looked so pretty before, so blown away.

It was visible to anyone with a single brain cell that he wanted to fuck you in a way of letting you know that you had no place to leave him, that he needed you more than anyone and more than ever. You opted not to comment on it, instead, leaving him be. Charlie loved angry sex, anyway.

Seemed that you were right after all — the twelve words he’d spoken had been the best foreplay.

“Charlie, I need you,” you pleaded beautifully, so desperately that he discarded his gray boxers immediately, taking his throbbing cock into his hand as he grazed the tip over your entrance, torturing you just a little. You cried out, wanting more, tired of his games. His heart pounded, close to beating right out of his rib cage.

Fuck it, he decided, as both of his hands grabbed your left hand and placed your open palm on his chest, right over his heart, and let it linger there. For the first time that night, you could finally understand what was going on behind his eyes. You smiled as he let go of your hands, running his fingers through your hair and gently guiding your face closer to his, eventually leaning himself in to rest his forehead on yours.

When he thrusted for the first time, you were already chasing after your high (and you were pretty sure the same thing could be applied to him as well.) The grunt he breathed was insane, sending you to heaven and back as you moaned along, realising that you didn’t want to repress yourself any longer. If he were to get cocky and insufferable, then so be it. You’d been used to it.

Your fingers flew into his hair, pulling at it and encouraging him to go deeper and harder. Charlie happily obliged, getting the message instantly as he whispered your name through every groan, beads of tension gripping one body on top of the other. Both his mind and vision were blurry as his thrusts frantically took off to a steady pace, fucking you so deeply, so roughly that he was sure it was hurting you. Why weren’t you stopping him? Why weren’t you telling him to slow down?

“Harder,” you hoarsed, and it nearly rocked his world. Charlie was quick to accomplish your request, filling you up with his dick so nicely as he fucked you through the pleasant moist of your combined bodily juices. He couldn’t comprehend how you weren’t scared of him damaging your body; instead taking lazy glances at you just to figure out that you were loving it, embracing him just right as you clenched so tightly against his dick, squeezing him gut-wrenchingly hard.

“Fuck — ‘m not going to last any longer,” he confessed while pressing his eyes shut, pursing his lips and trying not to fall apart on you yet.

“Just a little bit, Charlie,” you croaked, digging wounds into the muscles of his back with your nails, letting the roughness of his grinds and thrusts vibrate through your entire system, get you pathetically weak under his weight.

“‘M going to cum.” And with that, he gripped onto the sides of your outer thighs as he held still while still deep inside you, releasing hot jets of cum into you as you clamped down on his cock, following with your own earth shattering orgasm. You felt so full, so vulnerable and so fulfilled, all at the same time and it was overpowering. With an exhausted, loud groan, Charlie collapsed on top of you, squishing you as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, placing small pecks down on the curve of your shoulder as he tried to catch both his breath and untamable heartbeat.

“Charlie, I…”

“I just want to hear that it’s not over,” he interrupted you, still a bit breathless as you gave him a puzzled look. “I mean… I’m scared it’s over. Everything you said was right about me. I can’t offer you much, I’m terrible with relationships and I’m very fucking terrified of trusting someone. I’m not really good at showing my feelings.”

“There are many things you’re not good at.”

“I know. I know and I’m scared of getting my heart broken, because I genuinely believe I won’t be able to last one second without you. I’m in love with you,” Charlie finally confessed, trembling as he looked you dead in the eyes, hoping to catch the tiniest hint of response from them.

Your jaw hung slightly agape at his words, never in a million years expecting to hear him drop those words out of his mouth. You were on the verge of tearing up, grabbing him by the sides of his face as you pulled him down to kiss him sweetly on the lips, lingering there longer than needed. Charlie sighed in relief, chuckling with pure joy as he heard the following sentence reassuringly fall from your lips; “I love you too.”

FIN.

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