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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 9 months ago

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easy, girl

jake “hangman” seresin x f!reader

no body grinds your gears quite like the blonde-haired, blue-eyed aviator and you’ve had enough of it.

t/w: some cursing, a little angst, some innuendos, fluff at the end

my first fic!

“Hey, honey,” a sickly sweet voice calls from the pool table as your join your fellow TopGun classmates. “Didn’t know you would be here.”

You roll your eyes at Jake “Hangman” Seresin. The bane of your existence.

“Not sure why you thought that. They called back the best of the best. I mean, I did finish first in the class, didn’t I?” you quip back.

Coyote hoops and hollers behind Hangman, but stops as soon as Jake throws him a look over his shoulder.

Before Hangman can hurl an insult towards you, a handsome mustached aviator sticks his hand out to you. “Rooster. What do they call you?” You swear there is a twinkle of flirtation behind his eyes.

“Easy,” you respond.

“Wanna know why, Bradshaw?” Hangman steps up next to the man you just met, pool game forgotten. “Tell him, Ease.”

“Because I am the easiest to get along with,” you cross your arms over your chest. You hate how silly it sounds coming out of your mouth.

You could kill Hangman for coming up with that call sign for you. He had meant it as an innuendo, of course, and you spent your entire time at the academy squashing rumor after rumor.

“Mhmm. That’s why,” Hangman nods. He slaps Rooster on the back. “Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll learn the real reason tonight.” Jake winks at you before turning back to the forgotten pool game.

Rooster turns back to you and grins. “Need a drink?”

You smile. “Please.”

As Rooster grabs your drinks, Phoenix finally makes an appearance. You thank your lucky stars you won’t be the only girl going through…well whatever it was they called you back for.

“My girl!” she screams as she locks arms around your neck and pulls you into one of her famous chest-crushing hugs. She introduces you to Fanboy and Payback once she releases you.

Rooster returns to the group, two drinks in hand, and gives Phoenix a small side hug. You didn’t miss the look Jake shoots you, as Rooster throws an arm around your shoulders, taking a swig of his drink. You lean into him a little, not being able to ignore the thrill of a guy giving you attention.

“Watch it, Easy. You don’t want to live up to your name. You just met the guy!” Jake calls from the pool table. He holds your gaze as he sinks a pool ball without looking. Coyote hesitates laughing once he sees the look on your face.

“What’s your problem, Jake?!” you call out to him. You pull out of Rooster’s embrace as you stalk up to the man. Something unreadable crosses his face when he registers that you called him ‘Jake’ rather than ‘Hangman’.

The cocky façade falls back onto his face as quickly as it went away. “Hey, Bradshaw, you know who gave her her callsign?”

Rooster rolls his eyes. He’s got to have figured out by now, that regardless of how mad Jake makes you, he’s the only guy that’s ever had your attention. Whether it be for better or worse.

“I am guessing you did,” Rooster replies, taking another swig of his drink. Phoenix has taken my place next to him.

“Jake, please don’t,” you whisper, keeping your gaze on the ‘Seresin’ of his uniform.

There you go with his first name again. You can count on one hand the number of times you’ve called him Jake. And two of those times were tonight.

The first night you met Jake, you got insanely plastered. I mean, stopped counting your Trulies after number 5.

You were so excited to have gotten into TopGun and you decided to celebrate. Of course Jake was the first person you met at the welcome party. He was as charming as he was infuriating. Because it would be too perfect for him to look the way he does, and be nice, right?

Once he realized you were way past your limit, he pulled you down from the table you were singing on, and tucked you under his arm. He tossed a wad of bills to Penny, and you called out to her that you would be back the next day to clean off your shoe prints from the table.

She answered you with a laugh, telling Jake to take care of you.

Under the protection of this huge naval aviator, you snuck a hand around his waist. “Where are we going? Are you taking me to your room?”

Jake’s chest rumbled with laughter under your face. “Easy, girl. As hot as you are, I am not about to take advantage of your drunkenness.”

This stopped you in your tracks, causing Jake to stumble a bit.

“You think, I’m hot? God, I must really be drunk.”

Jake didn’t respond, he just held out a hand to you. You took it and followed him to his car. Your night ended with him tucking you into your own bed, and turning out the lights as he left.

The two of you never discussed what happened. When it was time for callsigns, Jake’s cocky attitude was back, he said, “I’ve got one for, Y/L/N. Easy.”

He shot you a wink, knowing most of the guys in attendance saw you leave with him the night before. You had never been so embarrassed.

No one truly knows what went on that night, but they all assumed Jake took you to bed. He never corrected them when they cracked a wise comment. You knew then you could never be with him. Especially if he was soft and sweet just the two of you, and a raging dick around other people.

“Please,” you whisper. This time you looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes, silently pleading with him not to bring that rumor here.

Your pleading doesn’t work, because Jake locks eyes with Rooster. “Yeah I gave it to her. Ask her who she went home with her first night in Fightertown USA.”

Tears sting the back of your eyes. Pushing Jake with all your might, you send him back only a step.

“You’re such a dick!” Turning on your heels, you rush past Penny, who was leaning pretty close into her old flame, Maverick.

“I thought I would find you out here,” Jake’s voice pulls you head from where it was nestled between your knees. Nothing could calm you down quite like the beach at night.

“Go away, Hangman,” you grumble.

“Aww, you’re done calling me Jake? I have to admit, I thought it was insanely hot. You should see the way your pretty mouth curves.”

“Fuck off!” you tell him. Pushing up in the sand, you turn back towards the Hard Deck. “If you didn’t get the message, I came out here to get away from you.”

Jake reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. In his embrace, you almost give into the scent of mahogany cologne. The same smell he had all those years ago the night the two of you met. It makes your head spin.

Instead, you bring your hands to his chest and try to push him off. When he doesn’t budge, anger takes over. You repeatedly slam your fists into his hard body.

“Easy, girl.” he whispers.

The comment takes you back to that night. It turns your stomach the same way it did all those years ago, and he has no idea.

“Why do you hate me?” you ask.

“Is that what you think?” his voice is low. “How can you seriously think that?”

You pull back to look him in the eyes. Those damn blue eyes. His hands rub up and down your back, and this is the most intimate the two of you have ever been. Goosebumps run down your arms as he brings one hand to cup the back of your neck.

“Why do keep letting everyone think I slept with you when we both know it isn’t true?”

Jake leans down to your ear. “Because if they think we’ve slept together, it keeps them away from you.” A soft kiss from Jake under your ear causes your eyes to fall closed.

“Why in the world would I want those hunks to stay away from me?” Your mind drifts to Rooster, and his flirting. You could see yourself falling for him. Another kiss from Jake causes the thought to fly out of your head.

“Come on, Easy. Use that intelligent head of yours, please,” he practically begs, tapping your temple.

There is no way Jake likes you. There is no way. You’ve watched him flirt with every girl with a heartbeat.

Including yourself.

“But you never pursued me again after that night.”

“You wouldn’t let me.“

“Can you blame me?”

Jake lets you out of hims arms to push a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t. If I told them the truth and one of them made a move on you, I just, I don’t know.” he trails off. His back is to you as he looks out to the ocean.

“I’d probably kill them. Like I was close to doing to Bradshaw in there.” He still hasn’t turned to look at you. All of his insistent flirting had merit. Jake Seresin liked you.

“That’s how you want to show me you like me? By pulling my hair like we’re in elementary school?”

Jake finally turns toward you. “As if you haven’t been pulling mine back.” That smirk is back on his face, and you swear you gain five years of life every time he gives it to you.

In an instant you’re back in his arms. “Do you want to tell Rooster to fuck off, or do you want me to?” he asks me.

“Be nice to him,” you chide. “He seems like he’d be a great friend.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Friends don’t undress friends with their eyes.”

“What about when you do it?” You ask.

He lets a chuckle fall from his lips, lips that I suddenly want on mine. “Yeah, well, we’re more than that.”

“Since when?”

He groans. “Shut up.” Jake closes the space between you and ignites your entire world as his lips meet yours.

a/n: thanks for reading! I’ve been playing around with the idea of writing for Top Gun and bit the bullet today! I hope you liked it!

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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 9 months ago

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wrong name

pairing: tyler owens x best friend!reader

summary: you were doing a great job suppressing your feelings for your best friend until you hooked up with a guy and called out tyler’s name in bed. but it’s fine, tyler would never find out, right? right?

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, car sex, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, minors DNI (18+ only)

It had been one week since the most mortifying moment of your life.

You’d gone on a first date with a guy named Finn because that’s what you do when you’re trying to get over your crush on your best friend. You hope that maybe you’ll meet a guy that you’ll fall harder for and stop crushing on the guy who would never see you like that.

So, you went back to his place after dinner, and the sex was mediocre at best.

At first, Tyler only popped into your head for second. You imagined how much better it would feel if it was his hands running over your body. Then, you had more intrusive thoughts. Like the thought of Tyler bending you over and fucking you.

It’s only because you were desperate. There was nothing worse than trying to pretend you were having a good time when you were just bored out of your mind.

So, you suggested to Finn that he should blindfold you.

From there, your imagination really soared, and you allowed yourself to believe you were with Tyler.

It was a fun little secret, just for you.

Until you both came, and you called out Tyler’s name and not his.

You were praying you’d spontaneously combust because you couldn’t face him after that. You quickly scrambled back into your clothes and went home.

You were doing okay at pretending it never happened. When you were lying in bed at night, the memory liked to sneak up on you and mortify you all over again.

So, you were boycotting dates for the moment because you couldn’t risk doing it again.

You had a boring night of wine and a movie planned for yourself when Tyler called you. “Hey, Tyler? What’s up?” You asked him, cheerily.

“You got any plans tonight? I was thinking about going out to a bar.” He suggested.

Even over the phone, his voice ran right through you. Goosebumps ran down your arms as you tried to hide your excitement. “That sounds great. Pick me up at 8?” You suggested.

“Sounds perfect, see you soon.” He replied.

You hung up the phone and flopped backwards onto your bed. The heat rushed to your cheeks. You had to fight the urge to giggle and kick your feet.

You’d been friends with Tyler for years, which didn’t mean you stopped getting butterflies around him. You just got better at hiding it.

You both had been through a lot together, and you didn’t want to jeopardize it by letting he find out you were harboring feelings for him.

So, you picked out a cute black dress to wear. One that Tyler’s eyes would linger over, but he’d never admit it. Just like every time the two of you went out to a bar.

You’d just finished getting ready whenTyler’s red truck pulled up outside your apartment. You quickly ran down the stairs to greet him.

“There she is,” he said, his eyes running down your body as he got out of the truck. That look of awe was enough to make you feel dizzy.

You could feel the butterflies start to swarm as he walked closer to you. “You look gorgeous as always.” He said, taking your hand and spinning you in a circle.

You thanked him as he pulled you in for a quick hug.

“Your chariot awaits.” He joked, opening the passenger door for you.

The drive there went by in a flash. You and Tyler knew each other like the back of your hands, so you could easily spend hours talking about nothing and everything.

“So, any particular reason you wanted to go out tonight?” You asked, looking over at Tyler as you both took a seat at the bar. You knew Tyler’s favorite solution for problems at work was going out drinking with you. No one could calm Tyler down the way you could.

“Can’t it just be because I wanted to hang out with my best friend?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. You rolled your eyes at him, swatting his arm. “While I am a delight, I know that’s not it.” You encouraged him, letting your hand linger on his forearm.

His eyes darted down. The way your small hand was gripping onto his muscular arm was enough to distract him. You quickly pulled your hand away, feeling slightly embarrassed after seeing his reaction.

“Just tornado stuff. We had this big opportunity to get a bunch of data, but some of the equipment malfunctioned. We lost almost everything.” He explained. He was eager to move the conversation past how he had almost malfunctioned because you grabbed his arm.

You gave him a small sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, Tyler. That’s frustrating. You’ll figure it out. I mean, you’re the tornado wrangler after all.” You said, cheesily trying to cheer him up. Tyler chuckled and looked down at his hands.

Ever since Tyler had been branded the “Tornado Wrangler,” you loved to tease him about it.

“Oh, c’mon, you know I hate when you call me that.” He groaned, smiling at you. You cheekily shrugged your shoulders.

“I gotta go to the bathroom real quick. Can you watch my drink?” You asked him. Tyler quickly nodded, sliding your drink over in front of him. You rushed towards the bathroom, where you assumed there’d be a line.

“Two shots of tequila please,” Tyler heard a man come up to the bar and order beside him.

He didn’t pay a lot of attention to it, until he saw the man down both shots back to back, out of the corner of his eye. “Rough day?” Tyler joked, looking over at the man.

“Rough week,” the man corrected him, with a grim expression. Tyler looked at the man’s face, not being able to shake the feeling that he knew him from somewhere.

“Wait, do we know each other? You look familiar.” Tyler said, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought. The man gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think so, man.” He said, knowing he’d never seen Tyler before.

That’s when he saw Tyler’s eyes light up in recognition. “Oh, wait. You’re Finn, right?” He asked him.

Finn’s expression only became more anxious and worried. “Yeah, umm. I am, but how do you know my name? I don’t think we’ve ever met.” He asked.

Tyler quickly shook his head, trying to assure the man who was growing more nervous. “No, we haven’t met. You went on a date with my friend Y/N last weekend. She showed me your picture before you guys had your date.” Tyler said.

Finn nodded in recognition. All the memories of that night came rushing back to him. “Oh, yeah. That explains it.” Finn said, sheepishly. It was clear to Finn that this man he was speaking to didn’t know anything about how that date went.

“Sorry, don’t want to be rude. I’m Tyler, by the way.” Tyler said, quickly shaking Finn’s hand. Finn stared blankly back at him. “Tyler?” He asked, feeling his blood run cold. Tyler nodded, giving Finn a friendly smile.

Meanwhile, you were on your way back to the bar.

“Hey, Tyler. I’m back.” You said, reaching to grab your drink back from Tyler. Your gaze drifted past Tyler to the man that was standing beside him.

“Hey, Y/N. Good to see you.” Finn said, with a fake smile. You felt yourself freeze. You wanted to run away, but you couldn’t convince your feet to move.

“Oh—uh, Finn. Yeah, good to see you.” You nervously lied. Your eyes darted between Tyler and Finn. You were praying Finn hadn’t found out Tyler’s name. You were also praying he hadn’t told Tyler what happened.

“I guess you haven’t told your friend, Tyler, here that our date was kind of a bust.” He said, coldly.

You wrapped your hand around Tyler’s bicep, trying to tug him towards you. You wanted Tyler to get the hint that you really wanted to leave.

Tyler turned to face you. He saw the pure panic in your eyes. “You okay?” He asked you, quietly.

You tried to form the word “no,” but no sound would come out of your mouth. All you could imagine was Finn telling Tyler what happened. You could practically see the way that Tyler’s face would change.

“I think the guy deserves to know.” Finn said, noticing the way you were tensed up. You weren’t hard to read in this moment, but Finn had been humiliated when you said the wrong name. So, he wanted revenge.

“That’s none of his business.” You said firmly. You refused to look Tyler in the eye. You were worried that if you did, he’d somehow see into your soul and know what happened.

“Let’s go.” Tyler said, standing up and wrapping his hand tightly in yours. Tyler knew how uncomfortable Finn was making you and wanted to get you out of there as quick as possible.

Tyler turned to leave, pulling you with him when Finn yelled after you both.

“We hooked up, but she called out your name, not mine.” Finn said.

You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your stomach sank. You felt like the floor was going to open it up and pull you under.

You tugged your hand away and ran out of the bar and into the parking lot. Tyler was trying to process what he’d just heard.

He turned around to face Finn, who had a grin on his face. “The lady told you to shut up.” Tyler practically growled, shoving Finn against the bar.

Tyler turned on his heel to follow you towards the car.

When he got outside, he saw you standing by the passenger side of the truck. Your arms were crossed, and your eyes were focused on the ground.

“Sweetheart—” Tyler started to say before you cut him off.

“I want to go home.” You snapped. Your tone came out harsher than you meant to.

Tyler slowly nodded. He didn’t want to push you to talk about something you didn’t want to talk about. You both got into the car in complete silence.

Tyler hesitated before putting the keys in the ignition. He glanced over at you. He could see your eyes starting to water as you still refused to look at him.

He cautiously reached over to let his fingers interlace with yours. “Will you please look at me, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not scaring me away. I promise.” He said, softly.

You hesitantly looked over at him. He gave you a soft smile, trying to calm you down. “Finn was a douchebag for telling me, but I’m not going anywhere.” He assured you. You softly squeezed his hand.

He used his other hand to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “So…you were calling out my name, huh?” Tyler asked you, with a cocky smirk.

Your eyes went wide. You tugged your hand away from his and covered your face with your hands. “Tyler,” you complained, dragging out his name.

He chuckled to himself. “I wasn’t trying to tease you.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.

You peeked at him through your fingers. “That’s exactly what you’re doing, Owens.” You said, groaning to yourself.

He shook his head. Then, you felt him grab both your hands. His rough calloused skin scratching against your soft hands. He moved your hands away, looking you in the eye.

“I was just offering to make your little fantasies a reality.” He said in a low voice.

You leaped across the car, grabbing the collar of his shirt and kissing him. His hand flew to the back of your neck as he kissed you back.

You could taste the liquor on his lips. The kiss was sloppy and hungry. You’d both wanted this for too long to be patient. His fingers weaved through your hair, holding on tightly.

His other hand grabbed your waist. His fingers caressed the silky material of your dress. His mind could only think about how much softer your skin would be under his touch.

You seemingly read his mind. “Go ahead,” you mumbled against his lips. You could feel his lips curve up into a smirk. He slipped his fingers under your short dress, caressing your upper thigh.

He noticed the goosebumps that were covering your legs. It only encouraged him more. His hand slowly moved higher up your thigh.

You whimpered against the kiss. You felt the familiar aching between your legs. You needed his touch like you needed air. “So needy for me, baby,” he said, cockily.

The pet name sent a shiver rolling down your back. You bucked your hips up against nothing. “Please,” you begged him.

He rubbed his thumb across your clothed heat. A small wet patch had formed in your panties. Another whine came out of you.

He quickly pushed your panties to the side and plunged a finger into your folds. You gasped, pulling out of the kiss. Your eyelids softly fluttered closed.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled softly. Tyler peppered kisses to your shoulder as you leaned your head back. Your senses were overwhelmed. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your head. He curled his finger inside of you, making you buck your hips against his hand.

“You want another, sweetheart? Can you handle that?” Tyler asked you. You furiously nodded your head. He could feel his jeans becoming strained as he watched you writhe under his touch.

He added another finger, stretching you out. Your mouth hung open as you adjusted. Your wetness only allowed Tyler to move his fingers quicker. He quickly moved them in and out, watching as your breath quickened.

Your stomach started to tighten. You reached for anything to sink your nails into. Your hand landed on Tyler’s bicep.

He pressed his thumb into your clit. “Tyler,” his name fell effortlessly from his lips. He quickened his pace. Every breath and moan from you made him go faster.

“Cum for me, baby,” he praised you.

He started rubbing circles around your clit. You whined, helplessly grinding your hips down against his hand. You swore you were seeing stars. “Oh fuck, Tyler, I’m gonna—” you swore, biting down your lip.

“Go ahead. Cum on my fingers.” He instructed. Your orgasm hit you. You clenched around his fingers, riding the high. “Tyler, so good,” you mumbled. Your legs were shaking, and you threw your head back against the headrest. He continued pumping his fingers into you.

“That’s it. There you go.” He softly praised you. Tyler’s fingers slowed down, helping you down from your peak. He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your lips softly.

He wiped his soaked fingers on his jeans. You softly nipped at his bottom lip. His smirk grew again. “What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” He asked you.

Instead of answering him, you climbed across the console into his lap. Tyler pulled out of the kiss to watch you, in shock. His eyes were wide at the sight in front of him.

You were straddling his lap. Your skirt was hiked up to your hips while your cum was running down your thigh. Your makeup was smudged. Your lips were swollen. And you looked tired out from your orgasm.

“Hold on, just a second, baby,” he said, quickly sliding his seat all the way back and leaning the chair as far back as it would go.

As soon as you both had more room, you were back all over each other. Tyler’s hands were possessively holding on your hips. You unbuttoned Tyler’s shirt as you kissed him. Feeling the last button come undone, you raked your nails over his bare chest. Tyler groaned into the kiss. Your touch was magic on him.

“Need you,” he mumbled against your lips. You tugged his shirt off his shoulders and threw it in the back seat.

Tyler leaned back as you reached for the hem of your dress. He watched with a cocky smile as you pulled the dress over your head. He’d just been fingers deep in you, but the sight of you in your bra and panties was enough to make him crazy.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, darling,” he practically moaned. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss him again. Your hands struggled to undo his belt while he unclasped your bra.

Having Tyler’s hands on you had your skin burning. You felt like your skin was on fire, in the best way. You could sense his desperation. His hands explored your body, not wanting to leave any part untouched.

His hands covered you, helping you undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He quickly tugged his jeans down to his knees.

You pulled out of the kiss to take a breath. Tyler buried his face in between your breasts, leaving sloppy kisses and a trail of saliva. He leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your eyes rolled back, grasping onto Tyler’s arms. “Need you, Tyler,” you mumbled.

“All you had to do was ask, baby.” He said, tugging down his boxers. His cock spring out, slapping against his stomach. He watched as you practically drooled over him. He brought you back into the moment as he pulled off your panties.

“You want to do this right here? Or you wanna move into the backseat?” He asked you, smirking at your eager expression.

“Right here,” you said. The words came out rushed as you captured his lips in a kiss. He smirked against your lips. “Hang on, sweetheart. If you’re gonna ride me, you’re gonna need this.” He said, grabbing his cowboy hat from the backseat and plopping it on your head. A bashful smile appeared on your face.

You shifted your weight, holding onto Tyler’s shoulders. “Go ahead, cowgirl.” He encouraged you with a wicked smile.

You slowly sunk yourself down onto his length. A low groan escaped Tyler’s lips at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Fuck, darling,” he moaned, grabbing at your hips. He helped lift you up and let you plunge back down on his cock.

“Oh, Ty— so good,” you mumbled, rolling your hips back into his.

Tyler took a mental picture of you riding him while wearing his hat. He wanted to remember it forever.

With his assistance, you sped up the pace. You were ramming your hips down against his. With each thrust, you could feel Tyler reaching deeper inside you.

“This what you were thinking about with that other guy? Thinking about wrapping your sweet pussy around my cock. You fit perfect. It’s like you were made for me.” Tyler praised you. His comments went straight to your core. Your legs started to shake.

His name fell from your lips. He bucked his hips up to meet yours halfway. “Need to…f-f-faster,” you stuttered, feeling your muscles begin to tighten.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help ya,” he assured you, grabbing a tight hold on your hips. He slammed you down on his cock.

You could feel him brush up against your g-spot. You clenched your eyes shut, a whimper escaping your lips. “That the spot, sweetheart? Don’t worry. I’ll give it the attention it needs.” He said, flipping your body over so he was on top.

“You did so good, honey. But just let me do the work. You focus on cumming for me.” He instructed you.

He braced his leg against the console and started pounding into you. Your legs began to shake. You wrapped your hands around the headrest, your knuckles turning white.

“I’m almost—” you said, breathlessly. The noises bouncing off the truck walls were almost pornographic. You could hear every thrust. From Tyler’s low groans every time you squeezed around his cock to the sound his cock made as it slipped through your wetness.

His hand flew down to your clit, rubbing small tight circles. “Can’t last much longer, darling,” Tyler moaned. You could tell from his erratic thrusts that he was telling the truth. You vision was starting to go white as the muscles in your abdomen contracted.

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna— oh, fuck, Tyler.” You called out as you came around him. Your walls clenched down around his cock, pushing him over the edge. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips into yours and he came inside you.

He collapsed against you, slowing his pace and bringing you both down from your highs. His sweaty body pressed against yours.

“So, how’s that compare to what you were imagining?” Tyler asked you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You gasped for breath. “S-so much better,” you mumbled, breathlessly.

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