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Thirst Tweets ~ Drew Starkey

(Gif creds to kasmira)

Summary: After reacting to thirst tweets about your boyfriend, you just couldn’t help yourself when you got home

Warnings: spit kink, choking, dom!drew, sub!reader, oral (m&f receiving), name calling, minors dni, all underaged readers will be blocked

“Oh, fuck.” Drew threw his head back with a groan as you took his cock deeper into your mouth.

After you guys left the ‘thirst tweets’ interview, you had been all over him in the car. There was just something about the way he had reacted to the tweets about him and how he didn’t shut them down, that just got you going.

Especially his reaction to you guys reading the tweet about ‘Rafe’ spitting in their mouth. You saw the smirk on his face and how he bit his lip. Clearly, there were a few things about him you still had to learn.

You two had been together secretly for a year. You both had decided to keep it private between just your friends and family, not wanting it to be public just because you knew how it would go.

“What’s gotten into you, huh?” He asked, voice laced with arousal as he tangled his fingers into your hair and tugged on it. You looked up at him through your lashes as you released his cock with a ‘pop’ but kept your hand around him, slowly jerking him off as you rested your head on his leg, “I learned a few things about you today, baby.”

He tilted his at you, signaling for you to elaborate. You pressed a kiss to the vein on the side of his cock before placing one on his hip. You pressed kisses all up his torso as you leaned over him, “Don’t think i didn’t see the way your eyes lit up when we read about you, or well, Rafe, spitting in people’s mouths. There something you wanna tell me?”

Drew placed his hands on your waist as he flipped you two over, “I think someone forgot who she was talking to.”

The kiss was messy; all tongue and teeth. Drew dragged his hand down the side of your body before wrapping it around your thigh and hitched it around his waist. You moaned into his mouth at feeling his cock graze over your panty covered clit.

As soon as you two got back to your apartment, you stripped both of you down and immediately went to work on him. Ever since he started to grow his hair out again and got his ear pierced, there hadn’t been a day where you didn’t jump his bones.

“Is that what you want me to do? Spit in your mouth?” Drew asked once he pulled away from you. He nudged his nose against yours but quickly pulled away when you tried to kiss him again, “do you?”

You bit your lip as you nodded, “I think about it a lot.” Drew’s pulse picked up at your words and you watched as his eyes darkened

There were things about you he still didn’t know, sexually, at least. Despite the fact you two had been dating for so long, you were still shy when it came to certain things.

Drew let out a groan before licking his lips, eyes never leaving yours, “yeah? What else do you think about?” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek; jaw, and then your neck. Tilting your head to the side to give him more room, you ran your fingers through his hair, “I think about you fucking me against the the window, so everyone could see it. I-“

You cut yourself off with a moan as he nipped at the skin, before mumbling, “what else?”

How the fuck were you supposed to focus when he was grinding his hips against yours. Drew brought your attention back to him by slapping the side of your thigh and you let out a yelp, tugging roughly on his hair in return, “what else do you think about?”

“I think about you fucking me like you do when you’re frustrated,” you moaned as Drew now adverted his attention to your tits. He left wet kisses on them before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples while his other hand came up to tug on the other one. You let out a content hum as you relaxed into the bed, “I also think about you spitting in my mouth.”

He released your nipple with a ‘pop’ before looking up at your, “yeah? You want me to treat you like a whore?”

You whimpered, nodding your head at him. Drew smirked as he sat up on his knees and grabbed hold of your panties by the middle and tore it.

“Drew!”

He simply waved you off as he buried his face between your legs. You shot up, a hand on the his head as the other gripped the sheets, “oh, fuck.”

Drew lapped at your pussy, tongue barely grazing your clit each time it passed. He looked up at you as he pulled your legs apart, forcing them onto your shoulders. He sucked your clit into his mouth and his tongue prodded the bundle of nerves.

You tightened your grip on his hair and threw your head back with a groan. You brought your free hand up to paw at your breast, tugging on your nipple.

Drew looked up at you and nearly came at the sight of you playing with yourself. He released the hold on your leg before sliding his middle and ring finger up and down your wet pussy before sliding them into you.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned as he thrusted his fingers into you at a brutal pace. Not having the strength to hold yourself up anymore, you let your arms drop and you fell back onto the bed. Drew pulled his mouth off of you and placed kisses on your stomach.

He kept with the brutal pace with his fingers as he leaned over you. He could feel your legs start to tremble once he brought his free hand up to wrap around your throat, “open your mouth.”

Your eyes lit up as you eagerly complied, sticking out your tongue. Drew leaned closer and let his spit fall into your mouth. You let out a moan, closing your mouth before pulling him down into a kiss.

He pulled his fingers out of you before wrapping his hand around his cock. Moaning into his mouth as you felt him drag the tip of cock over your pussy, you pulled away from him and looked down as he pushed in, “oh, shit.”

Drew dropped his head onto your shoulder as he started to set a sensual pace. He moved his knees under your thighs and spread them apart so he was able to move deeper. One of your hands was in his hair and the other was digging into his shoulders.

Drew grabbed hold of your jaw, tilting your head to the side so he could leave wet kisses on your neck. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and you couldn’t help yourself; you nipped at it before wrapping your lips around it.

Not diverting his attention from your neck, he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth. The hand that was in hair moved to hold onto his wrist.

He gave a particularly hard thrust and you moaned, pulling his thumb from your mouth, “right there.”

Drew pushed himself up onto his hands as he pulled away from you, “doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, you still turn into a little slut.”

“You're such an ass,” you groaned, which quickly turned into protests when he pulled out of you, “no, no, no. Please.”

Before you could process anything that was happening, drew had flipped you over and held your hands behind your back as he harshly thrusted back into you, “It’s like you’re begging me to punish you.”

“I thought you liked it when I begged.” You smirked, looking over your shoulder at him. Drew brought his hand down on your ass and gave you a dark look, “You really think you’re in any position to be smart with me?”

“Guess your just not fucking me good enough.” You shot back, which you quickly regretted when he lifted your hips and pushed your head down into the pillow before fucking into you, “just don’t know when to stop running your mouth, do you?”

All he was met with was a moan and he couldn’t help but smirk, “there we go. That’s what i like to fucking hear.”

All that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping and the moans coming from you, with the occasional groan from Drew. He wrapped your hair around his hand and tugged your head up, “C’mon, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum. Please.” Was all you could let out. You thrusted your hips back against Drew’s, matching his pace. Drew stopped moving and just watched with a glazed look in his eyes as you eagerly threw your ass back on him,”there we go. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

After a few minutes, drew wrapped his arms around your stomach and pulled you up against his chest, slowing down his pace as he turned your head to pull you into a kiss. It was the exact opposite of what was going on 30 seconds ago. One hand was on your tit, a firm grip on it as his other slid down the front of your body and down to rub your clit.

You jerked at the feeling, pulling away from the kiss as you leaned your head back on his shoulder, “Fuck.”

“That feel good?” He mumbled, eyes not leaving yours as you nodded, tugging your bottom lip into your mouth, “Mhm.”

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” Drew asked, tilting his head down to nip at your ear, “cause I don’t think you do.”

You quickly shook your head, eyes wide and terrified of not getting to cum, “No. Please. I’ll be good.”

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, rubbing your clit faster, “not gonna run your mouth anymore?”

You let out a whimper as you reached behind him to thread your fingers in his hair, “just wanna be good for you.” You pulled his head down for a kiss before tugging on his lip and looking up at him with big doe eyes as you stuck your tongue out.

How could he refuse when you looked at him like that?

He gathered the spit in his mouth before letting it fall from his mouth and into yours. Before you could bring your tongue back into your mouth, Drew pulled you in for another kiss. You could feel his spit dripping down both of your chins but neither of you cared. Tugging on your bottom lip as he pulled away, Drew smirked as he pushed you forward and pulled out of you, “gonna have to work for it, baby. I want you to ride me.”

He laid down next to you on the bed, arms behind his head as he watched you kneel on shaky legs before swinging one of them over his hips. His hands came to hold onto your hips to help steady you as you reached for his cock. You could practically feel it throbbing as you slid down onto it.

You both let out a moan at the new feeling. Drew was well endowed and you always felt so full when you were on top.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, rubbing your hips with his thumbs. You couldn’t help but smile at him; even when he was railing the shit out of you, he was always making sure you were okay.

“Never better.” You laughed, placing your hands on his chest as Drew moved his hands to ass, squeezing it before placing a harsh slap on both cheeks, “Good. Now show much you’re gonna be good and fuck yourself on my cock.”

Slowly moving your hips up, leaving just the tip in, you brought your hips back down and you both let out a moan. Drew grabbed hold of your ass and helped with your movements.

You leaned down and pressed your lips to his jaw before moving down to his neck. In response, Drew held your hips down as he thrusted up into you.

“You’re squeezing-oh fuck- the shit out of me.” Drew let out as he sat the two of you up, moving your hips against his. You tugged his head back as you looked down at him.

Drew was the hottest man you had ever seen and you were so damn lucky to have him.

His pupils were blown, eyes droopy, and his lips were red and pouty. If he looked this fucked out, you could only imagine how you looked.

“That’s because y-you’re so big.” You stuttered, as your clit brushed the hair that was right above his dick. Drew smirked up at you as he brushed your hair back, “yeah, that right?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled as Drew leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your nipple and tugged on it before moving to your other one.

He pushed you backwards until you were laying on your back, taking advantage of your blissed out state as he moved both of your legs over his shoulders and thrusted back into you at a harsh pace.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, as Drew pushed your thighs to his chest, hovering over you as he rolled his hips into you. Your back arched off of the bed at the new feeling, You grabbed onto his biceps, digging your nails into them, “right there!”

Drew rolled his hips into yours with a smirk on his face, as he reached up to wrap his hand around your throat, “You know what you need to do if you wanna cum.”

‘Smug little bastard’

“Please let me cum…daddy.” You begged, grabbing hold of the wrist that held onto your throat, “I wanna cum for you.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” He teased and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes, “Yes. I wanna be your good girl. Please let me cum.”

He gave short but deep thrusts as he tilted his hips, which was all he needed to do to make you cum.

“Oh…fuck!” Your legs trembled on his shoulders as your pussy continuously pulsed around his dick. It didn’t take long for Drew’s orgasm to approach and he leaned down to kiss you, “where do you want me to cum?”

You blinked up at him, mind hazy and taken back by his question, “I-in me. I want you to cum in me. Please.”

Drew let out a loud moan at your words, not realizing how much of an impact they would have on him, “want me to cum in you? Fuck a baby into you? Hm, is that what you want?”

‘Well, it was now’

You whimpered as you nodded your head, “want a baby, Drew. Your baby.”

“I got you, baby. I’ll give you a baby.” Drew moved your legs so your thighs were pressed together and against his chest as he fucked into you relentlessly, desperate for his release. He threw his head back as his hips faltered against the back of your thighs.

You could feel his cum spurt into you in long ropes. And it felt… euphoric.

“Oh…shit.” He groaned as he pulled out, watching as his cum spilled out of you. He leaned over you to give you a kiss on the forehead, flopping on top of you, burrowing his head into your chest, “love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.”

A/N

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TOM BLYTH as PRESIDENT CORIOLANUS SNOW

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes [2023]

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Ceasefire | 0.8 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.

Warnings: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, angst, smut, unprotected pinv, arguing

…

When you had read over Bob’s hastily typed note of Bradley’s address, you had failed to consider than number 4c was likely to not be a ground floor apartment. Three floors up, your heels are digging into your feet and you’ve still got the taste of Beau’s tongue in your mouth.

With your jacket abandoned at the wedding, you pad along the hallway of the building and knock politely at the blue wood. Cold breeze, shame, and an entire day spent near an open bar — you’re not in the mood to be playing waiting games. The civility fades from your touch with each bang against the cheaply painted, powder blue front door.

The door to the apartment finally swings open after maybe the twelfth knock.

Bradley’s standing on the other side, his suit jacket and tie long discarded, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to the elbows and the top few buttons popped open. Ignoring you clearly wasn’t going to work. Handsome, hurt — gearing up to slam the door in your face again, you need to work quickly. Words pour into your head and spill out again just as quickly, not a single one of them making it past your lips.

He stares at you, nailing the wounded look. You’re so filled with guilt that it’s already pushing up and spilling out, he rolls his eyes as you start to pour with apologies.

“What do you want, Hyde?” He asks dully, keeping his body between the opening in the door, making it painfully clear that he wants you nowhere near him.

“I’m so sorry that you saw that, Bradley — I didn’t mean-“

He scoffs and pushes at the door, leaving it to swing shut as he turns away. You catch it before it slams in your face, pushing yourself inside and shutting it behind you.

You’re standing now in his living room. It’s a sparsely decorated space, a grey L-Shaped couch in the corner, navy and white area rug in the middle, a big tv with a gaming console plugged into it.

“Rooster, let me explain, please.” You sigh, taking a step towards him. He’s hurt. He takes a quick step back and holds a hand out towards you, keeping you at arm’s length.

“Are you still in love with him?”

It’s a loaded question, and you think that you’ve got the answer to it instantly. He knows what you’re going to say, but after what he saw tonight, he doesn’t want the first answer that springs to your mind. The look in his eyes makes you pause. You sigh softly.

“I’ll always love the memories that we have, the family that we created,” You answer gently, your tone sincere. Rooster stares at you. “But I don’t love him. He doesn’t make me happy, I’ll never be happy with him.”

You take a step towards him and this time he doesn’t move. You rest your hands on his hips, smoothing your fingers along the neat fabric of his white button up, lifting your gaze to look him in the eye. You both know that there’s still a gaping question, waiting for an answer. Does Rooster make you happy?

You trail your fingers up, along his forearm and curl them gently around his bicep, pulling yourself slightly closer to him.

Rooster scoffs, brushing you off of him, “But you’ll let him kiss you in front of everyone when I’m not even allowed to stop by your office anymore.”

“I didn’t let him do anything! — He was drunk and he just did it, Bradley. What was I supposed to do?”

“That’s not how it looked to me.” Bradley answers back, shaking his head. He steps into your space, “You were all over him all night. Look, Hyde, you’ve got kids with this guy — if I’m in the way, if there’s even a chance that the two of you are going to get back together, say it now.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s over between him and I?” You groan, leaning your head back and sighing.

“After he just stuck his tongue down your throat in front of me, you might have to say it again.” He snaps back, cheeks reddening, brown eyes darkening. He hasn’t ever talked back to you like this.

You groan and and follow him forwards again, “Rooster, god fucking damnit — I’m divorcing him, I left him—“

“You’ve been divorcing him since I met you and he’s still wearing his fucking wedding ring!” Rooster bites back.

“He wasn’t — he wasn’t wearing it today.” You answer quietly, brows scrunching together. You hadn’t realised that Rooster had taken notice of that before now. He has, every single time he has seen your husband on base for the entirety of the summer, his eyes have always been drawn down to the gold band on Beau’s finger.

“Fucking Christ, you know what I meant.” Rooster mutters, shaking his head. He turns his gaze back towards you, cold. Your chest aches, knowing that if you reach for him again, he’ll just brush you off. He takes his time to read your expression. It’s clear that you’re feeling guilty, but he knows what he saw today, and it wasn’t two people who don’t love each other.

There’s a long pause. You know that there’s nothing you can say that will calm him down, he’s trying not to say something out of line. Still, after fifteen years of marriage to a man that can count the times he has smiled in the past year on one hand, you’ll be fine.

“I don’t know why you even came here.” He tells you, his voice low and careless. “You should go.”

Unfazed, you tilt your head and squint. Rooster stands firm opposite you.

“So, you’re calling the shots now? — The decision’s all yours?” You challenge, scrunching your brows at him. After the evening you’ve had with Beau, you’re tired of men and their egos, and the blame landing on you every time.

“Yeah, I am.” Rooster answers. “Let yourself out.”

Your mouth hangs open as he turns away from you and grabs his open beer from the end table before heading down the hallway. He makes it to his bedroom and still hasn’t heard the front door slam. He groans as he swings the door open.

The sound of your heels on the hallway floor ring through the apartment. It’s a small space, Javy’s room is opposite Bradley’s and Jake’s is on the other side of the living room.

“Go away, Hyde.” Rooster mumbles, taking a long drink from his beer and setting it down on his dresser.

“No, you listen to me—“

He scoffs, turning to face you, standing in his doorway and scowling at him like he has done something wrong.

“I’m done fucking listening to you!” He snaps. A few steps in your direction, the vein in his neck struggling against the white of his collar. You stand still, turning your gaze towards the ground just so you don’t have to see how much tonight hurt him. “Do I mean anything to you, Hyde? — Do you even give a fuck—“

“Oh my god, can we not do this now?” You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. He chuckles dryly and takes another drink, then shakes his head.

“My thoughts exactly, I don’t have anything to say to you right now, so you should just leave.” He mutters, leaning back against the dresser and folding his arms over his chest. His muscles strain against the white of his shirt, hair messed with loose curls falling down onto his forehead.

The anger slips for a moment and you see just how hurt he is, all of the hurt that he’s holding in those pretty brown eyes.

“Can you at least let me explain?” You bite back, crossing the room and pointing your finger into his stupid, muscled chest.

A muscle in his jaw ticks. He swallows softly and leans back, folding his arms over his chest. An entire summer of trying to convince you that he’s worth the risk, and you crushing it all in the space of one evening. Like you weren’t just laying in his arms this morning, tracing your fingers over each of the freckles on his arms.

Furious is an understatement. His face flushes, throat tightening as he tries to keep his words to himself. Rooster had been wondering this whole time what you had possibly had in common with someone as cold as Cyclone. Now, after a summer of letting him think he had a chance, he gets it.

“No. You should go.” He stands firm, squaring his shoulders and glancing down at your finger still pressed into the fabric of his shirt. Your features tighten.

“Rooster, for god’s sake, it was just—“

He leans forwards and grabs the back of your neck, tugging you harshly forwards and pressing his lips to yours. One hand curling harshly into your hair, he tugs at your roots, taking advantage of the small whimper you let out after.

Lips parted, he slips his tongue into your mouth and grabs at your hip with his other hand. He presses harder into you, kissing at you mouth with a blind passion, your teeth knocking into his as you bump into the foot of his bed.

“Have you thought about doing what you’re told for once in your damn life?” He mumbles against your mouth, curling his hand tighter into your roots. You moan softly into him, pain and pleasure, him and only him. You let him have that one.

His hand comes up, catching hold of your jaw and tilting your neck back, angling your head exactly where he wants it as he drops his mouth down to suck at your throat. Almost painfully hard, leaving purple marks, covering them with his teeth and then kissing softly at the pressure points.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of his white shirt, creasing it under your grip as you tug it free from his belt. Rooster curls his fingers tighter around your jaw, cupping your throat in his hand as he sucks kisses against your neck.

Dizzied by his hold on you, his mouth against your skin, you fumble with his buttons, fingers trembling as you try to work them open. As his lips work along your throat eagerly, teeth doing maybe even more work than his lips, his hands are on your chest again.

Knees weakening, you grab onto his shoulders for leverage as he kneads your breasts under his palms, kissing feverishly along your neck. You stumble slightly, finally getting his shirt open. A longing sound slips your lip as you push the fabric back off of his shoulders, almost a groan, not quite a whimper. He pulls back just slightly, shrugging the material down his arms and discarding it onto his floor.

Rooster catches your wrist and turns you quickly away from him, grabbing the zipper at the back of your dress and tugging it down harshly. There’s a faint sound of something ripping, but that’s truly the last thing on your mind when his mouth is attached to your throat and he’s tearing you out of your clothes like a man possessed.

“Rooster!” You gasp, stumbling slightly as he spins you to face him again, letting your dress fall around your ankles.

“You want me to stop?” He breathes out, almost impatient as his hands curl around your hips. You stare at him, silent, blinking and trying to process what is happening in front of you. Slowly, your head shakes from left to right. Rooster nods his head hurriedly, going for his belt. He makes easy work of the buckle, tugging it out of the loops, dragging his zipper down and stepping out of the dress pants, leaving him in black boxers.

Your mouth goes dry, lips parted, eyes widening as he tucks an arm around your waist and pushes forwards, pressing his knee into the mattress and lowering you down onto his bed. He pins your body to the mattress with his, squeezing your hips under his palms.

He lowers his head and kisses at your chest, holding you close with one hand as the other cups your breast. You let your head lull back. You should probably be embarrassed at how easily he coaxes a moan from your lips. He nips at your skin, making his way downwards, glancing up at you with a smirk on his lips as you gasp.

Most of the time, Rooster is careful and tentative with you. Taking his time, taking care of you in every way that he can. Neither one of you is in the mood for that today. You’re his — he wants you to be all his, just his, and he needs nothing more than to let him know that’s exactly what you are.

You gasp again as he grabs your hips and pulls you under him with ease. He plants his forearm beside your head, nudges your underwear to the side, and guides his cock between your legs. You kiss his lips needily, quickly remembering the heavy heels on your feet. You push yourself onto your elbows, reaching for the strap around your left ankle, “Oh, wait—“

“Leave ‘em on.” Rooster pushes you back down, catching the back of your knee and hiking it up around his waist, watching breathlessly as he guides the tip of his cock between your folds. You whine, shifting desperately under him.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take him. You whimper softly, adjusting to the hot, thick stretch of him. He kisses your jaw lazily, fucking into you in short, soft thrusts until he’s buried into you completely.

Rooster barely waits a second before his hands are on your hips, holding you in place as he fucks into you. That gold cross necklace he wears dangles over his pronounced collarbones as he grunts desperately at the feeling of your walls around him.

Your hand trails up his neck, curling into his hair, tugging hard as he rocks harshly forwards. His fingers press into your hips, holding you still so that he can keep up his pace. Filling you completely and then dragging back, rocking you towards your high, making your head spin.

He lets go of one side of your hips, moving it down between your bodies. His thumb presses harsh circles on your clit making you tighten your grip in his hair. Rooster grunts out, moaning against your collarbone. You whine from the added stimulation, squeezing your eyes shut, pressing your heel into the small of his back.

Head falling back against his checkered sheets, your scrape your nails against the nape of his neck, marking up his tanned skin. Rooster grabs your hips and tugs hard, pressing your thighs back so that he can angle himself deeper. He sinks back in slowly, watching your lips part into a desperate, panting ‘o’ shape.

This angle is deeper, but not painful, it just means that the tip of his cock grazes your g-spot each time he’s pulling back.

“Fuck!” You cry out, stomach curling into knots as he drives himself into you. He presses his mouth eagerly against your open mouth, caressing his tongue against yours. Rooster’s palm slides around to your ass, smacking your skin, snapping his hips forwards harder and harder.

Your nails dig into the backs of his biceps, clinging to him, unable to do anything other than cry out his callsign and take it — and you couldn’t be more content with where the events of tonight have led you.

“I’m gonna cum, Rooster — ungh, Rooster, fuck!”

Javy’s walking ahead, stumbling forwards, barely stopping himself from tumbling head first onto the entryway carpet. Jake swings the door shut behind him, brows furrowing slightly as the two of them realise what’s happening down the hall. The rhythmic sound of Rooster’s headboard slamming into the wall, overwhelmed by the incoherent babbling of someone getting their brains fucked out is a pretty good indicator.

Rooster pulls out all together and flips you onto your front, filling you again. He nods hurriedly as your walls squeeze around his cock, nudging you forwards and covering your body with his.

“Holy fuck.” You breathe, cheek pressing hard into the mattress as he bottoms out again and again, pounding into you. His hips stutter slightly as you clench around him again. Still, fighting to keep his head on straight, his hand reaches around your middle to play with your clit, rubbing in tight fast circles.

You moan out, curling your hands tight into his sheets as you feel your orgasm washing over you. Dark spots appear in your vision when your eyes are open and white ones blink behind your closed lids, the sound of his skin hitting yours just as loud as your moans for him. You ride out your high, so breathless that your head is spinning, the sound of his desperate groans from behind you.

His thrusts falter, growing sloppier with each movement, groans growing strained as his fingers press hard into your skin. Your eyes roll back, your walls fluttering around him with each thrust. Rooster just about remembers to pull out, knuckles whitening around your hips as he slips out of you.

Rooster’s heart thuds in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he tries to catch his breath. You exhale hard, resting your forehead against the sheets, whining softly.

He runs a hand through his curls, standing up and grabbing the box of tissues from his dresser. He sits down on the edge of his bed, tucking an arm around you and pulling you into his lap. You rest your head against his broad shoulder as you let him clean the two of you up.

“Listen, Rooster, I-“

Rooster shakes his head as he tosses the tissues into his trash can, pressing his lips to your shoulder as he moves on to getting you out of your heels. He tosses them into the same pile as your clothes. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Hyde.”

You nod softly, letting him wrap you in his arms. Still naked, tucked under the checkered duvet, his chest pressed to your back, you fall asleep in his bed. Falling asleep with him is the easy part. It’s waking up with him, knowing how last night went, that’s the hard part.

Afraid of the conversation that’ll come once he’s awake, you lie as still as you can for as long as possible. Maybe forty minutes, just watching the sun rise from under the blind on his window. He groans softly against the curve of your neck, pressing himself forwards and squeezing his arms tighter around you.

You wriggle just a little, letting him know that you’re awake. He loosens his arms. You turn around, pressing a kiss to the scar on his cheek. He sighs softly, pulling back and pressing the base of his palm into his eye socket, rubbing the tiredness away.

“I’m so sorry about last night,” You murmur softly, tracing your fingertips over his bicep, voice muffled slightly from where you’re tucked against his chest. “I’m going to fix this.”

Rooster presses his lips tenderly to the top of your head, brushing his thumb up and down over the small of your back. He exhales slowly and nods his head. “Okay.”

Your heart aches, curling your fingers around his bicep as you pull back to look him in the eye. “I mean it, I don’t want to lose you.”

His lips quirk softly at the edges, eyes scanning over your features like he’s looking for a sign that you mean this. That you really mean it. Rooster leans forwards, kissing you slowly, lazily, fingers pressing into your back as his naked chest presses into yours.

“I love you,” He murmurs, pulling back and kissing the corner of your lips, brown eyes meeting yours as he leans back again. You know this, you’ve known this for going on a week now — it’s clear in the way he looks at you. Yet, it’s hard not to tense up when you’re hearing it for the first time. “And I’m okay with waiting for you to feel the same, but if there’s any chance at all that you and him—“

As much as it makes your muscles freeze up so badly that it’s a pain consistent with having just worked out, you’ve got a feeling that you’ll get used to hearing him say that. There are definitely worse things in this world than letting someone love you like he does. You can handle this. In fact, you want it.

You shake your head, hooking your leg over his hip and shifting closer. He relaxes into you, closing his eyes just briefly as your fingers smooth over his cheek, your lips grazing his tenderly.

“Just you,” You promise, brushing his curls back off of his forehead, kissing him again. Rooster slides his arms around you, humming contentedly as he pulls you closer, guiding your thigh up higher around his waist. “I want you.”

Rooster kisses you, lips moving lazily against yours as his hands grip your waist. You hum against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him. He grinds his hips forwards, brushing himself up against your core.

“I want you.” You say again, lips grazing his ear. His arms constrict around your middle, pulling you tight against him as he noses at your jaw, pressing gentle kisses to your neck.

He presses forwards, turning you onto your back so that he can slip between your legs. This time is softer than last night, you want him and you’ve got him — all of his attention, his entire heart. He’s trusting you again. Making sure to be gentle after last night’s pace, you’re on cloud nine, content in your decision by the time you’re done.

Even realising that the zipper on your dress is busted and now gapes open at the back doesn’t dampen your mood.

“Yeah, no — Jake and Javy would’ve come in late, they won’t be up yet.” Rooster promises as he secures the safety pin at the back of your dress, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “This isn’t working… um… here.”

He grabs the grey zip up hoodie from the back of his closet door and passes it into your hands, turning around to find a shirt for himself. You slip it over your shoulders, stepping around him to smooth out your hair in the mirror.

“You ready?” Rooster checks, as he slips a white crew neck over his head.

You make the mistake of stepping out first. Your second mistake is walking forwards, confident that he was right about his roommates sleeping because of the silence from the front of the apartment. The second that you round the corner, you realise your mistake.

Coyote’s got the freezer door open, standing halfway in it as he searches for something to cure his raging hangover. Jake, having given in to the feelings of nausea a while ago, is sitting at the counter with a glass of ice cold water, staring right at you.

Not anticipating your sudden stop, Rooster bumps into your back and knocks you forwards. Now you’re both standing at the edge of the hall, Rooster’s chest pressed into your back, frozen.

“Hey Rooster, did you take the last — holy shit.” Coyote’s eyes widen, jaw hanging open as he registers who is standing in front of him. Jake sets his glass down on the counter and tilts his head slightly, taking time to now understand the big picture.

An entire summer of sneaking around, wondering why the hell Rooster was so adamant on keeping it a secret. It all suddenly makes sense.

“Boys.” You greet sheepishly, trying not to stare too much at their stunned faces. You can practically feel the amusement radiating off of Rooster as he stands behind you.

“Ma’am.” Jake nods back, whilst Javy still remains too stunned to speak behind him. Rooster taps your waist.

“Anyway, we should get going.” Rooster decides, nudging you forwards. Jake’s eyes trail the two of you, an amused smirk toying at his lips as you’re ushered out of their apartment. The door swings shut and you turn quickly, smacking his chest.

This is going to make the remaining two weeks of class significantly more interesting.

…

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Superstar (Part 2)

Superstar

Pairing: Rooster x f!reader, (blink and you'll miss it, unrequited) Hangman x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, good ending promise

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 19.7k (holy sh*t)

Summary:  “I’m no one special, just another wide eyed girl, who's desperately in love with you.”

OR 

Rooster is sure he's in love with this girl. Only problem is, he's never seen or face or know her name

No use of y/n

Based of off Superstar (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift

Author's Note: See part 1 for my full notes about this piece. Here's Part 2!

You thought having a completely virtual relationship with Bradley was probably one of the most unlikely things that could’ve happened to you but so was being sorta friends with Hangman. 

You just gave clearance to Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix who was with Bob. They were running a simulation course that had to be achieved under 2 minutes and the pilots were taking their time to get into position. 

Rooster was currently not connected to you as he was talking to Bob and Phoenix about the logistics of the exercise. Leaving you on comms with Hangman.

You texted rather frequently. Obviously not to the same degree as you and Rooster but he was quickly becoming one of your best friends. 

Behind that cocky facade was actually a very funny and thoughtful friend. He let you vent about the frustrations of your situation with Rooster, and he forced you to go out a few times a week to build up your confidence and actually make friends. 

It was really nice to have a friend because prior to Hangman, no knew about your Bradley situation, and it was a relief to finally have someone who knew and didn't judge you for it. 

“What time did you and Bradshaw go to sleep last night?” Hangman asked. 

“Despite your assumptions Hangman, we don’t spend ALL night talking to each other.” You retorted with a huff. 

“Ahh, so after 1 again” He chuckled.

Curse him for being right.

“I’m not talking to you about this Jacob.” You reply with a pout

“So I was right!” He laughed in amusement. 

Before you could reply, Rooster interrupted with an irritated tone. 

“Hey, who said you can talk to my girl Hangman? Get into position, I’ll be there in a sec.” Rooster said gruffly.

“Only because you make it too easy Rooster, see you up there. And I’ll talk to YOU later ATC.” Jake chuckled, smugness dripping from his voice, before he went radio silent. 

“Your girl huh?” You said softly, your voice now missing the joking tone it held just moments before. 

“Was he flirting with you? Why am I even asking, its Hangman, of course he was flirting with you.” You could hear the pout in his voice. 

You giggled at his unfounded jealousy.

“He wasn’t, I promise, we were just joking around.”

“And even if he was, you know I only have eyes for you” You tell him with a smile. 

“Promise Cloud?”

“Promise Brad Brad.”

——————————————————————————————-

You were seated in the Hard Deck with Laura, Lia, and Sara. Finally being considered a part of the group. You were sipping your drinks and laughing about the usual Navy antics that you all saw this week. 

You pulled your phone out of your pocket to see no text from Rooster. This was a continuing trend starting earlier today after they landed post exercise. This was strange because Bradley, without fail, always texted you after he’d gotten out of his F-18 and returned to the pilot lounge. 

You were of course worried about him, he was not the type to just disappear without saying anything. Even now, you look across the bar to the dagger squad only to see that Bradley was not with them. You made eye contact with Jake and sent him a questioning look only for him to shrug at you and started tying on his phone. 

Jacob S: Before you ask, I haven’t seen him either.

You: Don’t you all usually leave together? 

Jacob S: Yeah usually, but he was held up today 

You: By what?

Before Hangman could reply to you, you saw the undeniable view of Rooster strutting into the Hard Deck, but he was not alone.

 He had a girl under his arm, she was tall, and built like a supermodel with dark hair and piercing green eyes that you can clearly see the color of even from across the room.

 You felt a weight the size of a bowling settle in your stomach. Who was she? 

“Thats Amanda Sharp.” Sara explained, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Call sign Rumor.”

“Apparently she is one of the best WSOs in the game, well of course behind Bob, Fanboy, and Halo.” She continued. 

“Why is she here?” Lia asked the question you were thinking. 

“This is not confirmed yet, but apparently she was called back to be Rooster’s back seater for a highly classified mission.” 

That covered the basis of who she was but another question was sitting on your brain. Who was she to Bradley?

“Ladies.” Jake showed up out of nowhere at your table.

“Do you mind if I borrow your friend for a moment?” He asked with his signature smirk pointing to you. 

“Of Course Lieutenant Commander.” Laura replied with soft sigh obviously affected by his charm. 

“Thank you I appreciate it.” He added before he led you to a corner of the bar that didn’t have as many receiving ears. 

“Before you freak out, that girl is Amanda Sharp, or Rumor, she got called here for an assignment with Rooster.” He explained.

“Yeah I’ve been informed of that.”

“Who is she? And why does she and Bradley seem close?” You asked, hoping he had more answers than your ATC friends. 

“I don’t know too much, but apparently shes from here and her and Rooster grew up together….” 

“Childhood sweethearts?” You inquired.

“I have no clue, but thats why I came to talk to you cuz I knew you would freak out.” 

“Freak out? I’m not freaking out. Oh my God! Is that why he hasn’t texted me all day? He was preoccupied with her.” You started pacing while Hangman looked at you in amusement.

“Shh relax, see? What did I say? ” He grabbed your shoulders to stop you from burning a hole on the ground.

“Yes he was showing her around base and we were getting briefed on the mission earlier today, which why we BOTH weren’t texting you earlier. But I’m sure sure you didn’t notice my absence as much as Bradshaw’s right?” He chuckled. 

“Sorry Jake..” You felt guilty at not also noticing your friends’ unresponsiveness. 

“No worries Honey, I’m just kidding.. Mostly.” 

You looked across the bar again, this girl, Amanda seemed to fit right in with their group, joking around with Phoenix and making the other pilots laugh. She was absolutely stunning.

“She’s really pretty..” You pointed out sadly. 

“Oh yeah she’s a smoke show.” Hangman agreed with your observation.

“I’m surprised you’re not over there flirting with her.” 

“Hey! I don’t have the urge to flirt with every attractive woman.” He exclaimed feigning offense. 

You raised a knowing eyebrow at him. 

“Okay you don’t believe me, but I could’ve been turning my charm on you a long time ago and I haven’t.” He rationalized. 

“That’s because you respect Rooster too much, and I’m not even your type.” You laughed at him. 

“Yes despite my better judgement I definitely respect Bradshaw too much.” He admits with a sigh.

“But you’re wrong about the second part, all beautiful women are my type, and last time I checked you honey,  fall under that category.” He corrected you. 

“Thanks Jake..”

You knew that he was just being a good friend, and trying to make you feel better. But you couldn’t help but feel insecure about your standing with Rooster, especially when a woman so beautiful and so suited for him is now within reach. 

You sigh sadly as you look at Rooster and Rumor across the bar, not only do they look good together, even their call signs sound good together. 

Hangman follows your eyes across the bar before putting a hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles on your back with his thumb. 

“Just talk to Bradshaw about it, okay?”

“I promise that nothing can come between what you have.” 

He says before returning back to the pool tables with the rest of the pilots. 

——————————————————————————————-

 You returned home after your conversation with Hangman, telling your friends that you suddenly had felt under the weather and wanted to get some rest. 

You wondered if Rooster was even going to call you tonight. It was part of your routine, your body and your heart expected it at this point. But with the recent developments, should you let yourself hope?

You always knew that this was going to end, Bradley couldn’t wait for you forever. He was eventually going to find his match, one who was not too afraid to show herself to him.And it was finally here, in the form of Amanda Sharp. 

You were preparing yourself for disappointment so you were genuinely surprised to receive a call from Rooster, albeit very much later than when he usually called, but nevertheless, he called you!

“Hey Cloud!” He sounded so excited.

“Hi.” you breathed out, hoping to sound as normal as possible. 

“How was your day?” He asked you. 

“It was okay, missed you today..” 

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry for being MIA, I had a pretty busy day.” He explained.

“That’s fine Brad, what did you do?” You asked him, hoping to not sound like you were prying (even though you already knew why he was so busy.)

“Hangman and I were briefed about an upcoming mission they want us to fly, its not yet official or confirmed but there’s a possibility they need us at some point.” 

He still had not mentioned Rumor, was he purposely trying to hide it from you? 

“Did anything else happen?” You tried your best to not sound accusatory. 

“Not too much, that took up the majority of the day honestly… Oh and Mandy came in today!” He sounded so overjoyed to mention her. 

“Mandy?” 

“She’s a WSO, call sign Rumor, she got called in for the possible mission.” 

You were hoping he would elaborate.

“So you know her well?” 

“Yeah.. we actually grew up together.” 

“Were you friends?” 

“Friends, and we dated for a little while in high school and then again while in flight school.” 

And there it was, the history and connection that you feared that the two shared. 

“Oh.. wow. That’s great, it must be great to reconnect with an old flame.” You forced out, trying to keep your voice from cracking. 

“Hey,, are you okay sweetheart?” Of course your distress would not go unnoticed by Bradley. 

“I’m fine, Rooster.” You insisted even though you were fighting everything in you to keep from crying.

“You know were ancient history right? We broke up before I even entered Top Gun.”

You wanted to trust him and you knew he wouldn’t intentionally lie to you. 

“Okay Bradley, I believe you.”

“Good because you’re the only girl I want.” You smiled, hoping that he was telling the truth.

‘Now tell me what I missed today Cloud.” 

——————————————————————————————-

The next couple of weeks has been… rough for the lack of a better word. Well it was for you, you weren’t quite so sure for Bradley. 

His texts slowly got more and more sporadic, until you only received at most 3 a day, and they almost always had something to do with Rumor.

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Mandy cooked me lunch!

Or

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: I’m getting a haircut, Mandy says its getting too long.

He still made an effort to call you every night, but they were getting shorter and shorter and later and later, usually because he and Rumor were at the bar or having a movie night or getting dinner together.

Bradley told you they were just friends, and you wanted to trust him. But you were growing more and more anxious about their relationship every passing day. 

You were barely assigned to be ATC for Rooster since Rumor became his back seater, and the times you were, he was completely business and has not said anything outside asking for clearance. 

You would look at the from across the mess hall, or across the bar, or down at the Tarmac and see how comfortable and in touch they were with each other. Hangman would shoot you looks of pity whenever he would catch you doing this. 

Jakey 🤠: You look like a kicked puppy

You: Can you blame me?

Jakey 🤠: They’re just talking shop

You: Didn’t realize talking shop was so funny.

Jakey 🤠: It can be

Jakey 🤠: Just finish eating, and we can drink away the bad thoughts later 

You: I might just take you up on that.

When you were leaving the mess hall, you saw Rumor clinging to Bradley’s arm as they were laughing at something that you unfortunately missed. There’s the brick in your stomach settling in again. 

You were out with your ATC friends once again, trying to distract yourself from the crappy thoughts that were plaguing your mind. You were thankful that the group picked another bar, as you could not spend another evening seeing Amanda and Bradley together. 

“I swear I have no luck dating in this town.” Lia sighed

“It’s impossible to find a Navy man who’s emotionally available and single.” Sara explained. 

“I swear it would be easier to find a needle in a haystack.” 

You nodded in agreement, but keeping your own relationship troubles to yourself. 

“Speaking of Navy men..” Laura turned to you.

“What’s your deal with Hangman?”

“Jake? We’re friends.” You explained to them. 

“You guys seem awfully close.” Lia added with a raised eyebrow. 

“He’s just helping me through some things.” You hoped that this was enough to quell their curiosity. 

As much as you liked these girls, you were not ready for anyone else to know about your situation with Bradley. 

“Are you sure? I swore I saw something there.” Laura stated. 

“Nope, just a platonic casual friendship.” You smiled grateful for Jake’s companionship. 

“If you say so girl.” 

“Oh shit, y’all will not believe what just happened.” Sara exclaimed, wide eyed at something on her phone. 

“I know we should’ve gone to the Hard Deck tonight!”

The three of you stared at her in confusion, while Sara continued jaw slacked, typing on her phone. 

“Well are you going to share with the class?” Laura asked, clearly losing patience. 

“Okay, so my friend who works down in the hangar has been kind of giving me updates about the whole Rooster and Rumor situation.” Sara explained. 

“Situation?” Lia asked. 

“They’re like high school sweethearts or something and also had a bit of a thing at flight school.”. 

“Why'd they break up?” Laura asked. 

“From what I heard, they were assigned to different bases, Rooster in Virginia and Rumor in Texas. They couldn’t make it work with the distance.” 

“Unresolved feelings?” You added with a gulp, all your insecurities from the past couple weeks now culminating. 

“No actually, they decided to be ‘just friends’. And based on what my friend has been telling me these past few weeks, they do seem very much platonic.”

You could feel relief slowly fill you, maybe your worries have been unfounded and they really are just friends.”

“Then why the sudden freak out?” Laura inquired. 

“So my friend is at the Hard Deck right now, and she walked out to the back deck for some air. Guess who she saw out there making out?” 

“No!” Lia gasped. 

You suddenly felt like you just had the air punched out of you.

“So much for being ‘just friends.’” Laura chucked

You felt absolutely sick to your stomach. The whole world felt like it was spinning and it didn’t help that you already had two martinis in your system. 

You stood up, trying leaning on the table to keep your balance.

“I gotta use the restroom.” You excused yourself.

“You want us to come?” Lia asked. 

“No its okay I just need a minute.: 

You walked towards the back, trying to keep your footsteps even and your breathing as steady as possible. 

When you knew you were out of ear shot, you took out your phone and pressed a button on your recently called. The phone rang a couple times before being picked up. 

“Did you see it?” You asked

Hangman sighed before answering. 

“Yes I did.” 

You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck. 

You could no longer hold back the tears. 

“So this entire time I’ve been right to worry.” You sobbed. 

“No, I promise before tonight, they hadn’t been anything but completely platonic.” 

“The rest of us are just as shocked as you.” Jake argued. 

“People don’t just makeout out of nowhere Hangman.” 

It was getting harder and harder to breath as you the flood gates continuously brained themselves. 

“Honey, breath.” Jake was now worried. 

“I just-..”

“Jake, I can’-..”

“Where are you? I’m coming to get you.” 

You told him where you were and he came to pick you up less than 20 minutes later, telling Lia, Laura, and Sara you were having an allergic reaction and needed to get home. 

You spent most of the drive home sobbing your eyes out. With Jake not quite knowing what to do to help you. 

You finally got your breathing back to normal when he parked in froont of your apartment building. 

“I know you’re upset, and you are right to. But I think you need to talk to Bradshaw.” 

“At least let him explain.”

“There is nothing to explain Jake, I was right, there was something there with Rumor.” 

It felt ironic that her call sign was so fitting in this situation. 

“Even if there was something there the entire time, which I honestly doubt, you should at least hear him out.”

“He’s crazy about you, don’t just throw that away.” 

“Okay.” You tell Jake, not sure why, if only to get rid of him and wallow in your own self pity. 

“Call me or text me if you need anything okay?” He tells you before driving away. 

——————-——————————————————————————————-—————

Bradley still called you, you don’t know why. He should’ve been with Amnada right now, letting out the years of frustration from being apart. 

Or maybe the gentleman he was, called to call things off with you instead of leaving you in the dark. You didn’t know which one would be worse for you in this situation.

“I missed you today baby.’ You heard his voice breath out. 

Baby? Why was he talking to you like he didn’t just have his tongue down Rumor’s throat less than an hour ago?

“Is it true Bradley?”

You heard his breath hitch.

“How’d you find out?” He asked, guilt coating his voice. 

“The Hard Deck is not exactly a private place. Everyone on base knows by now.” You answered voice solemn. 

“Please don’t be mad, I can explain.” He stated frantically.

“Explain what Bradley? You and Rumor kissed, I think thats all you can say about it.” 

“You rekindled the old flame.” 

“No you couldn’t be anymore wrong.” he insisted.

“Maybe we had something in the past but I never thought of her as anymore than a friend after I met you.” 

“Earlier at the Hard Deck we were with the rest of the squad playing pool like we usually do and she asked if we could talk outside.” He explained. 

You debated stopping him, avoid hearing the sordid details, but for some reason unknown you let him continue. 

“She told me that the past few weeks made her realize that she still had feelings for me and then she kissed me.” 

“But I swear to you I pushed her away, and I told her that there was someone else and that I just saw her as a friend.

“But not before everyone in the Hard Deck saw.” 

Did you want to believe him? Why would Rooster be stupid enough to push away his breathtakingly beautiful ex girlfriend for you?

He was attempting to make you feel better but the cause of their breakup was being torn apart by distance. And now that they’re back in the same place. What's to stop them from starting again?

“Its okay Bradley, you don’t have to lie to me if you still feel something for her.” You wanted to make this as clean of a break as possible, if he was going to leave you at least you can go with dignity. 

“I already told you Cloud. Theres nothing there.. Its ancient history!”

“I love you!” He exclaimed. 

“Bradley please. You don’t have to say that.”

“But its true. Why don’t you believe me? Why don’t you trust me?” He pleaded.

“That’s not it! Bradley, I just-”

“No you don’t! We’ve been doing this dance for months, and anytime I tell you how I feel, you discount my feelings.”

“Despite everything you still won’t meet me!I still don’t even know your name!” 

“Why don’t you let me see who you are?” He begged. 

“I think we need to end this.” 

It broke your heart to have to do this, but you knew it was inevitable, it was better to rip off the bandaid than to let both of you get hurt more. 

“What are you saying?”

“Bradley I’m sorry, I don’t want to hold you back anymore. You deserve someone who's smart, beautiful, accomplished, you deserve so much better than me.” You could no longer stop the tear that escaped from your eyes. 

“But don’t you get it Cloud? You are all those things, I’ve never seen your face but I know that, I know you, and I love you. You are all I want.”

“Bradley.. I can’t.”

“Okay then I won’t push you, and I won’t force you to stay if that’s not what you want.”

“But just know.. I didn’t leave, I don’t want to leave. You pushed me away.” 

You pressed end call before you could hurt him more than you already have. It needed to be done. Now he was free to explore whatever could happen with Rumor and you can maybe start to move on with your life. 

And for the first time in a long time rather than the sound of Bradley’s voice, you fell asleep to complete silence

——————————————————————————————-

Your punctuality and your perfect attendance at work definitely paid off because you now accumulated enough vacation days to mope around and heal from your breakup with Bradley. (Can you even call it a breakup if you were never actually together?)

You couldn’t log into work and be his ATC after everything thats happened. And you couldn’t sit up on that comm tower and watch him and Rumor rekindle their relationship. 

You spent the past three days licking your wounds and getting used to the silence that filled your once enlivened phone, with only an occasional text from your mom, fellow ATCs , and Jake reminding you that your phone did actually still work. 

You were ready to sleep the rest of the day away when you got a text from Hangman.

Jakey 🤠: Open your door, I’m outside. 

You: No. I want to be alone.

Jakey 🤠: I know that, I promise I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.

Jakey 🤠: Please

You: Fine.

You dragged yourself off your bed, not bothering to care that you did not look presentable enough to be seen by other humans. 

You opened the door to a nervous Hangman in his dress whites. 

You let him in and watched him awkwardly stand in your living room before asking.

“What is so important Jake?”

“You need to see Bradshaw. In person. Face to face. Tonight.” He tells you firmly.

“Absolutely not!” 

“Did he put you up to this? I did what I did, for him. Bradley and I are done, and there no reason to-”

“Please listen.” Hangman interrupted desperately. You can tell he was holding back a lot so you stopped yourself from continuing your tirade and sat on your couch. Eyeing Hangman and silently inviting him to sit as well. 

He sat on the spot next to you, avoiding your gaze, which you couldn’t understand because Jake was not the type to shy away from eye contact. 

“That mission that we kept talking about? Rooster, Rumor, and I were chosen to fly it.” He explained, his leg bouncing anxiously. 

“I thought that mission was only circumstantial? It wasn’t even confirmed.” You were confused. 

“Well they confirmed it. Today.” He replied

“Were getting shipped out tomorrow.” 

“How bad is it?” You gulped.

“Its bad, we’ve never seen anything like it.” 

“Is it worse that the uranium plant?”

He nodded silently. 

“Oh Jake.” You hugged his figure tightly, trying to exude as much sympathy as you could in your embrace. 

He released himself your grasp after a few moments and looked at you with a sad smile.

“Now don’t go crying on me now Honey. Don’t you worry about me, I chose to risk my life for my country.” 

Of course, expect Hangman to joke even in the face of death. 

He stood up unexpectedly pulling you up with him. 

“But that’s why you need to talk to Rooster.” 

“Don’t let him go, not knowing who you are.” 

“But Jake-.” You were ready to protest with the same point you’ve been using this entire ordeal, which were now sounding insignificant in the grand scheme of things. 

“You already broke it off, you already lost each other. What more can you lose?” 

“Do this, not just for him but for you. You will regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t.”

He was right. Rooster was leaving for a mission so classified and dangerous that only the three aviators, admirals, and a select few ATCs knew about it. If Bradley died on that mission, you would hate yourself forever for never giving him answers.

“Okay.. I will.” You replied softly. 

“Atta-girl.” Jake smiled at you with his signature smirk. 

“Now go shower and get ready because you stink!” He tells you playfully as you made your way to your bedroom to make yourself presentable.

You found yourself yet again anxiously sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s car. 

“Stop being so nervous, I promise it’ll be okay. Bradshaw loves you.” Jake tells you as you pull up to the Hard Deck. 

You exit Hangman’s truck and enter the Hard Deck cautiously, immediately searching for Bradley. 

Then you saw him, he was sitting at the bar in his dress whites nursing a scotch. He was absolutely radiant. 

You debated turning around and walking out of that bar and out of Bradley’s life forever, but you kept your feet planted, and slowly but surely made your way to him. 

“Rooster?” You call to him with a tap on his shoulder. 

Here goes nothing. 

He says your name in response, and as much as you love the little nickname he’s been calling you these past several months, hearing him say your real name felt absolutely perfect, like he was always meant to say it. 

“You’re Hangman’s friend right?” He asks you with a small smile. 

“Yes I am! I’m here because I wanted to say-” 

“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude, but tonight is sort of a last hurrah and I’m waiting for-”

“Oh here she is!” 

You turned to see Leiutenant Sharp approaching the bar. 

“Mandy! You’re finally here.” He said with a wide smile as he pulled her in for a hug

And there it was, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, and any hope you had was swept away. 

“Roo! Come on you owe me a dance.” She tells him as she pulled him up from his stool. 

“Sure, just let me talk to-” Rooster turned to look at you but you were already gone. 

'

How could you have been so stupid? You should’ve just left the situation alone. You had a clean break and you did it with your dignity intact. 

But you were so dumb and such a hopeless romantic for letting Jake drag you there only to have your heart further ripped apart. 

You ran out to the back deck, not being able to stand to be around the new (old?) couple any longer. You tried, you really did but you weren’t even worth his time. 

You wished you stayed in bed, where you were safe, instead you were here completely humiliated, trying not to further embarrass yourself by crying in public. 

You heard the back door open and saw Jake step out into the night. 

“I saw what happened…” 

“So you saw how completely humiliated I was?” You asked him, frustration flooding out of your body. 

“He obviously has a lot on his mind, he didn’t mean it, if you tried again-”

“Don’t you get it Jake? Everything I told you would happen, happened.”

“He completely blew me off! He didn’t even let me talk.” You didn’t realize how loud you were and didn’t realize that Bradley’s pricked up, finally recognizing your voice. 

“He took one look at me and decided I wasn’t even worth his time.” 

“Can I even blame him Jake? Look at me, I wouldn’t give me the time of day either.”

“No Stop! I am sick of you not seeing just how beautiful you are!” Jake blurted. 

“You are so absolutely breathtaking and Bradshaw is an idiot for blowing you off.” 

You were shocked at his admition, you opened your mouth to reply, when you heard the back door open. 

“I am an idiot.” You were shocked to see Bradley now standing on the back deck. 

Shocked silence settled between the three of you

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Jake ended the stillness before moving back inside the Hard Deck. 

“So its you.” Bradley stared at you with a straight face, his expression indiscernible.

Its funny how you were so much better at reading him when it was just his voice. 

“You have been here the whole time.” He commented

“Yeah Bradley I have.” You sighed, staring down at your feet. 

“Look at me.” He pleaded. 

You slowly looked up to see he was now closer to you. Almost a breath away. 

“Why? Why did you hide from me for so long?” 

“I already told you.. You deserve someone better than me.” You answered, your voice cracking.

“And I told you that you are all I want.”

“You say that Bradley but when I tried to show myself to you…you tossed me aside.” 

“Within one sentence you decided that I wasn’t enough.” 

“You know that was not my intention.” He replied.

“But that’s exactly what you did. So all of my anxieties were proven right.”

“I’m no one special, just another wide eyed girl, who's desperately in love with you.”

You avoided saying those three words to him, knowing that whatever you had was temporary, you were trying to protect yourself. Even now after admitting it, you didn’t feel any weight lift off of you, your heart only feeling heavier.

Bradley stared at you with wide eyes, but made no effort to respond to you finally declaring your love for him.

You decided to not let this shit show drag on any longer. 

“Good luck on your mission Leuitenant Commander Bradshaw.” You whispered, touching your hand to his cheek, accepting that this is the last interaction you’ll ever have with him. 

With that final action, you turned and ran out back to the parking lot, Jake running after you, and leaving Bradley standing alone. 

——————————————————————————————-

The drive home was done in relative silence, a million thoughts swirling around your head.

You almost didn’t realize that Jake’s truck was now parked in front of your apartment building. 

You both continued to sit in silence, not knowing what the other one was thinking. 

“Hey about what I said earlier…it was completely out of nowhere and I don’t want to give you more to worry about” Jake took the leap.

“Can we just forget about it?”

You decided to not make it any harder for him, the night already having too much drama for you to handle. 

“Don’t worry about it Jake, consider it forgotten.” You smiled at him finally unbuckling yourself. 

“But I meant it, you are so beautiful, both inside and out. I know it, and even though Bradshaw is a moron, he knows it too.” 

“I just wish you knew it.” 

“Thank you Jake…for everything.” You tell him softly. 

“Good luck tomorrow Hangman, try your best to come back okay? I still need my best friend alive and well.” You gave him the most genuine smile you could muster. 

“I’ll try my best Honey.” Giving you that signature dazzling Seresin smile. 

And with a final kiss on his cheek, you jumped of the truck and back into your lonely apartment. 

——————————————————————————————-

You couldn’t bring yourself to sleep even if you wanted to. 

When did life get so complicated?

You were missing the quiet existence you were living before that faithful mission and that indecorous call. 

But you knew deep down that you would never trade the time you had with Bradley for anything. Even though it did end as painfully as it did. 

You were laid on your bed staring at the ceiling, you’ve run out of tears to cry hours ago, and now you were just numb. 

The events that transpired earlier that evening were definitely part of the reason for your restlessness, but you also couldn’t feel panicked about the mission that Bradley and Jake were about to embark on. 

Technically you did give Bradley a proper goodbye, but it obviously didn’t go quite as you hoped, even though it did prove your previously thought irrational musings correct. 

But the satisfaction you usually had about being proven right was absent and all you felt was dread. But this is how it's meant to be. 

If (and hopefully when) the three aviators return from the mission, Bradley will return to Amanda, who he rightly belonged. He will continue to be well known in the Navy community, hell he might even get another promotion.

And you would just be back to being another ATC, back to being invisible. 

An incredibly hard pill to swallow but one that you always knew you had to take. 

Your bedside alarm flashed the time, 4:15am. In less than an hour they will be well on their way to uncertain death and there no use being awake if it’ll be the same outcome no matter what you do. 

You reached to turn off your phone for the night, but you saw the notification from someone you assumed no longer wanted to have anything to do with you. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔

2 new voicemails

You took a deep breath before pressing play on the first one.

“Hey Cloud.. Oh sorry”

He apolgized before correcting himself and saying your name.

“I know that this is coming too late, and you probably won’t hear until I’ve already gone. I honestly don’t know if you’ll hear this message at all, honestly I wouldn't blame you if you just deleted this message once you saw it was from me…..

“But in case you do listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I screwed up so badly, and I was a complete asshole to you. I guess I was so in my head about the mission, Mandy, and how you ended things with us, that I ignored what was always in front of me. Every moment I spent talking to you made so indescribably happy, it was like I was on Cloud 9, every single day I heard your voice. All I’ve wanted these past few months was you, to see you, to finally touch you and prove to myself that you weren’t just a figment of my imagination. ”

“When you came up to me earlier tonight, and finally make what I’ve been wishing for a reality, I fucked it up by being an idiot. I was so caught up in my own bullshit that while I did hear your voice and your words, I wasn’t listening. Because if I was actually listening I would’ve found you a long time ago. 

“I should’ve know it was you…from the moment I saw you, I couldn’t my take yes off of you. The girl who was so breathtaking that I almost tripped over myself in the hallway. The girl sitting across the room from me in the mess hall whose laugh seemed so full of life. I was even jealous of Hangman for getting to be friends with this beautiful girl. I was looking for you this entire time, when I should’ve seen that you were always there. I was just too ignorant to notice. 

“It hurt that you hid your face and your name from me, it honestly felt like you didn’t trust me. That I was just a little plaything for you. But I can see now that I was wrong. It breaks my heart that you think that you’re not good enough for me, because you are, you are more than good enough. I’m the one who's not worthy of your kindness, your admiration, and your love…”

“I hate that you think you’re just another girl, one whos not worthy of all the love in the world. I hate everything and every person that ever made you feel that way. And I especially hate that I was one of them.” 

“Theres so many other things I want to say, but my point is I love you Cloud. You are the best parts of my day, you make me laugh, you listen to my stupid jokes, tolerate my instent flirting, you give me another reason to keep going. I haven’t had one since my parents died… You made me remember why I loved music.”

“I wish things could’ve gone differently earlier, if I didn’t fuck up so badly, I would be with you right now. And if I don’t come back at least I would’ve still had the chance to hold you in my arms. But I ruined that for myself. 

“So if I never see you again, I want to say thank you, thank you for all the love and support you’ve given me. Thank you for making me feel like I’m on Cloud 9. I really hope you can forgive me, but of course I understand if you don’t. I owe you that much. 

“I promise I will try to come back, okay? I will try to come back for you. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to become the man that is good enough for you.  I love you Cloud, and whether i die tomorrow or 80 years from now… I always will.”

The voicemail ended with a beep. 

Bradley loves you, even after he saw you, he still loves you. 

In fact he loves you not DESPITE all the things you hate about yourself but BECAUSE of all those things. He’s the one who think hes not good enough, not the other way around. And he couldn’t be any more wrong. 

Tears once again coated your face, this time not because of pain and sadness but because of joy. 

You remembered that he sent a second voicemail, you couldn’t think of what else Bradley could've added to make you love him more. It's impossible. 

You pressed play and heard his voice singing “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” , the first song he’s ever sung to you, and you couldn’t help but let more tears of joy fall. 

Yet again, he managed to prove you wrong. He was too good at that. 

Then a realization hit you. You flipped your head to see the time, 4:30am.

You have to head to base, You got dressed as quickly as possible, even quicker than the day you woke up late. 

You quickly drove into base, pulling into the employee parking lt not even bothering to check if you were between the lines. 

You sprinted across the tarmac past the remaining planes and to the dock where the aircraft carrier was positioned to set sail. 

Thank God, it hadn’t left the dock. You saw the crew that was manning the mission enter the carrier, it was a fairly small crew due to the classified nature of the mission. You looked around hoping to find Bradley to no avail. 

He was probably situated deep in the carrier, preparing for his mission. You were too late. 

You suddenly heard someone call your name. 

You turned to see Jake jogging towards you. You were a bit disappointed, but glad to see your friend off before he boarded. 

“What are you doing here?” Jake asked you joy plastered on his face.

“Just saying goodbye to my best friend.” You said with a smile giving him a hug. 

When you both came out from the hug,  you noticed Jake looking past your head

“I’m really happy to see you.” He chuckled.

“But there’s someone else who’s gonna be even happier to see you.” He said with a soft smile as he pointed behind you. 

You turned around and there he was. The man whos voice you spent every night falling asleep to, the man you had to remind that if something is unnaturally green you shouldn’t eat it, and the man who you were so hopelessly and deeply in love with.

You were both staring at one another, slowly walking towards one another, only a few inches apart. Not knowing who was going to make the first move or say the first words. 

“Oh hell, am I gonna have to do everything?” Jake exclaimed before pushing you into Bradley’s arms. 

“Thank me later!” Jake waved back as he walked to board the carrier. 

“You’re here!” Bradley smiled, ending your vocal stalemate. 

“I got your voicemails.” You responded also a smile adorning your face. 

Bradley pulled you closer, his arms wrapped you waist and yours around neck. You were now nose to nose. 

“So you know I meant every single word of it.” He whispered. 

“I do.” You responded. 

“And i want you to know.. I love you too Brad Brad.” 

That was enough for him to finally close the distance between your lips. 

You must’ve imagine what kissing Bradley would feel like a thousand times, but none of those daydreams and fantasies compared to the real deal. 

It felt like you were drinking water after a lifetime of thirst. His lift were so soft and firm and it felt like absolute magic. His fingers dug into you waist and you leaned deeper into him as he ran his tongue across your lips. You took the hint and opened your mouth and the minute his tongue slipped in you couldn’t fight the moan that escaped your lips . 

You suddenly rememebered where you were and pulled back, connecting your forehead with his. 

“Sorry Cloud, got a bit carried away there.” Bradley comments with a smirk. 

“Yeah, you think?” You reply with an amused smile. 

“I’m sorry, i must’ve forgotten my manners. How about I take you to dinner first?” He asks you. 

“Hmmm..I don’t know.” You reply jokingly. 

“Come on! Rejecting me again sweetheart? A man’s pride can only take so many hits” Bradley says with a pout

“I’m just kidding, I’d love to go to dinner with you.” You giggle kissing the pout off his face. 

“In one condition..” You added. 

“Oh yeah? What is that?” He asked with a raise eyebrow. 

“Come back alive.” 

“Deal.”

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Faking It | Part VIII

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

A/N: AHHH WE ARE AT THE GRAND FINALE!!! Y'all, I'm so sorry it took a galactic year but I hope you're still with me and that you enjoy this final episode of trope city. Thank you so much for all the support <3

Summary: Fake dating your friend, Bradley Bradshaw - what could possibly go wrong? Your sister is getting married and you need a date. You enlist Bradley's help and the rest is history.

CW: brief allusion to self-harm, swearing, making out, ANGST GALORE, fluff (not in any particular order)

Start from the beginning: Part I

Masterlist

“Are you cold?” Steven goes to take off his jacket.

“I’m fine,” you say impatiently. “Just get on with it, will you?”

Steven shrugs his jacket back on while you wrap your arms around yourself, holding in a shiver. The morning is much cooler than you expected it to be and there’s a white mist hanging over the surface of the placid water. Steven watches you pretend to be comfortable in your sundress under the moody skies. You’ve been pretending a lot lately.

“Today, Steven,” you say through gritted teeth because you’re clenching them to avoid them chattering.

He lets out a resolute sigh, looking down at the ground. He seems anxious. “Your boyfriend,” he says with a grimace, peering up at you briefly before reverting his gaze to the dock underfoot. “How well do you know him?”

You furrow your brows. “Excuse me?”

Steven purses his lips, kicking a stray pebble into the water. It makes a dull plopping sound before disappearing into the lake. “I suspected something was off the night of the bachelor party.”

“Not again.” You sigh irritably.

“He had very little to say about you,” he states. “Mostly just random trivia. Said you don’t like chocolate.”

You raise your eyebrows calmly without responding.

“When the guys asked how you got together, he clammed up. It was weird.”

You’re starting to regret your decision to talk to him. And you’re certainly no longer feeling sorry for him. “Do you have a point?”

Steven nods. “Then I went to see you. And you didn’t deny that this fling with your little aviator wasn’t all that serious.”

You find it ironic that Steven refers to Bradley as little considering Bradley is half a head taller than him, but you let it slide. “Your five minutes are almost up,” you respond coldly.

Steven watches you soberly, but something about the quirk of his eyebrow makes you think he might be enjoying himself. “He has a girlfriend,” he says.

You stare at him mutely, waiting for the air to return to your lungs. Slowly, everything inside of you begins to slide out of place, as if you’ve forgotten how to hold it all together. “What the fuck are you talking about?” you whisper. Meanwhile, every single moment you’ve ever experienced with Bradley Bradshaw filters through your mind as you desperately try to pick out the details that might have, in hindsight, served as clues. The hesitation to participate in your scheme; the reluctance to sleep in your bed; the aggravating lack of communication – isolated, these events might have been meaningless but, put together, they are questionable at the very least.

“Wasn’t difficult to figure out,” Steven continues, unaware that your brain is scrambling to put all the pieces together. “He’s all over her Instagram.”

“He doesn’t have an Instagram –”

“He’s not tagged, but it’s him alright. Some of your other pilot friends are also there, so…” Steven shrugs smugly, as if he’s performed a feat and is expecting commendation. When you don’t say anything, he decides to rub salt in the wound. “You know whose Instagram he’s not on?” he asks proudly. “Yours.”

You don’t bother looking up at him again. The bobbing dock starts to augment your vertigo and the gentle sway of your body in the breeze makes you feel strangely detached. You’re not thinking about Steven’s annoying tone, or his smug face, or even the gentle nudge he’s giving you to recapture your attention; you’re devising a plan of action for the next five hours, because that’s how long you will need to coexist with Bradley Bradshaw. After that, you will never have to deal with him again.

…

You make your way across the lawn unhurriedly, not keen on spending brunch pretending to still be enamored with your fake boyfriend. The escalating number of deceptions in what was originally a straightforward plot is making your head spin.

You see him leaning over the railing of the terrace, a beer in his hand. He’s staring out into the distance with a bit of a squint despite the dreary day. You hate how good he looks in his jeans and light, button-up shirt, the sleeves of which are rolled up to his elbows; you hate the languid movement of his arm as he takes a sip of his drink; the slow, graceful fashion with which he rests it back over the rail; the relaxed bend in his wrist. Everything about him suddenly seems despicable.

When he sees you, he gives you a smirk – the kind that sets your insides ablaze despite your growing resentment – and pushes off the railing to start in your direction. You let out a wavering sigh, trying to extinguish whatever lingering feelings you may have. You’ve resolved to omit the true purpose of Steven’s visit; you can’t imagine a worse time and place to air your dirty laundry than at your sister’s wedding brunch with an audience of your closest family members. So, you smile back at him as he skips down the steps – you’ve become quite proficient at pretending; what’s another few hours of faking it?

Bradley’s pace quickens as he cuts across the yard until he’s nearly running and, when he arrives, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace. He leans down to kiss you, but you inadvertently turn away and he ends up pecking your cheek. Mistake number one.

You give him another tense smile, taking a step back because his hands are much too casually exploring your rigid body. Mistake number two.

“So,” you say, nearly taking a chunk out of the inside of your cheek as you bite into it forcefully. “Cheat on anybody lately?” you ask tersely. Mistake number –

“Excuse me?” he says, taken aback.

So much for pretending. You watch him coldly as his expression transforms but, as it turns out, you have nothing else to add.

“What did he say to you?” Bradley asks, eyes darkening under his converging eyebrows.

You let out a derisive laugh.

“What did he say?” he repeats.

You glare at him. “You know exactly what he said.”

Bradley bristles. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

You watch him impassively, as if his betrayal has had zero effect on you. “Are you fucking serious, Bradley?”

Bradley’s offended expression turns to hurt as his eyes sweep over your features. “You’re not even going to let me explain?” he asks in a grating whisper.

You scoff, his words confirming that there is, in fact, something to explain. “Does she know you’re here?”

Bradley shifts his jaw, his eyes narrowing. He studies you quietly for a few moments.

“What baffles me,” you say. “Is how easy it’s been for you to just lie about it.”

“Wasn’t that the whole point of this?” he asks coolly.

You chuckle although his words sting. “You’re right. This was all an act and I’m just the idiot who fell for it.”

Bradley eyes you contemptuously but says nothing.

“You almost slept with me,” you whisper, your lips trembling as you concentrate on keeping your voice steady. “Don’t tell me that that was your objective this whole time.”

Bradley’s eyebrows crease as he tries to follow your line of reasoning. “You think I agreed to this ridiculous stunt just so I could possibly have an opportunity to fuck you?” he hisses. “Why would anyone put that much effort into one – not even guaranteed – fuck?”

You watch him angrily although he does make a valid point. “Why are you here, then?” you ask, trying desperately to keep your volume down. “You have a girlfriend!”

“First of all,” Bradley says stonily. “Had.”

“When?”

He lets out a sigh.

You shake your head at him with a disdainful smile and raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Yesterday? Last week?”

“I broke up with her after you asked me to come here.”

“Why?” You shrug indifferently as though you really couldn’t care less.

“You begged me to come.”

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone!” you bite back.

Bradley lifts his eyes to nod politely at your grandparents as they pass the two of you toward the stairs leading up to the terrace. Then he hooks his arm through yours and starts dragging you away from the venue toward the docks by the lake. You struggle against his grip, but he doesn’t let go until you’re far enough away from the crowd to be out of earshot. “So what?” he rounds on you in a low voice.

You stare at him in disbelief. “You didn’t tell me.”

“It didn’t come up.”

You scoff incredulously.

“You didn’t tell me about Steven.”

“That’s not the same thing. Steven and I haven’t been together in months.”

“This wasn’t supposed to be anything, Y/N,” he says roughly. “It was all fake. Why would I even think to tell you about her?”

You look down at his brown dress shoes as they sink into the red clay of the bank, feeling the unmistakable pressure of tears as your eyes begin to well up. “It was all fake, wasn’t it?” you mutter.

“No, that’s not” – the brown dress shoes take a step forward – “you know that’s not what I meant.”

“How long have you been with her?” you ask, cutting him off.

“What does that matter?” he says wearily.

“It matters,” you respond.

Bradley sighs and looks out at the lake over your shoulder. “Six months.”

You close your eyes and take a breath. “That’s a long time.”

He nods, sucking his cheeks in as his jaw shifts forward. He’s studying your face thoughtfully. “Your turn,” he says.

“What?”

He licks his lips. “How much of it was fake?”

You scoff again, shaking your head. “I’m not doing this.”

“So, it’s fine putting me on the spot, but you can’t answer a simple question?” he says irritably.

“I put you on the spot because you lied.”

Bradley watches you coldly. “When did it stop being fake, Y/N?”

“I don’t know!” you shout in frustration. “When did it stop being fake for you?”

Bradley stares at you blankly. He runs a hand over his face, looking down. He furrows his eyebrows before glancing back up at you with a bewildered expression, as though he can’t believe you’ve just posed exactly the same question he had asked you. “It was never fake for me,” he says hoarsely.

You stare at him as a flurry of emotions does a nauseating dance in the pit of your stomach. His answer has taken you by surprise and you can’t think of anything appropriate to say in return.

When you don’t respond, he adds, “You can’t possibly not already know that.”

You slowly shake your head, wanting more than anything to believe what he says. “How would I know?”

Bradley watches you in amazement, exhaling with a small laugh as he takes a couple steps toward you. He lifts his hand and places it tenderly on your cheek. “Two months ago,” he says. “I walk into the Hard Deck, just looking for a cold beer and a night off. And the first thing I see is you behind the bar.”

You feel yourself melting right into the palm of his hand, lulled by the smooth rasp of his voice.

“You’re new,” he says, and then chuckles. “You’re definitely new because you can’t tell an ale from a lager.”

You wrinkle your eyebrows. “A what from a what?”

Bradley grins briefly before continuing. “You’re fucking stunning,” he says in a throaty whisper. You feel his face drift closer to yours just as the wind picks up. He brings his other hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “And I come up to the bar and you haven’t even said a word to me yet, all you do is look up with these wild, frantic, most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, as you’re desperately trying to figure out the exact ratio of gin to tonic in somebody else’s drink.” You bite your lip sheepishly, remembering your first night working the bar. Bradley smiles at the memory. “You’re meticulously measuring out the two ingredients – which tells me, right off the bat, that you’re an extremely conscientious person – and, after you’re done, you look me right in the eye and say, ‘You look thirsty.’”

You laugh through your tears. “I did not say that.”

Bradley chuckles. “You did. And I was,” he adds.

You snort at the insinuation but then Bradley’s hand begins to trail down your neck, disrupting your train of thought. His touch is disarming and you try your best not to sink into him despite every impulse to just give in. The truth is, there’s nothing he can say that will change the fact that he played both you and his ex. So, you bring your hand up and wrap it around his wrist, pulling it away from where his fingers are resting over your heart. “Doesn’t matter,” you say quietly. “None of it matters anymore.”

“How could you say that?” he asks, his breathing ragged.

You sigh mechanically, expertly keeping your emotions in check. “This changes everything,” you say. “I feel like I don’t know you, Bradley. I mean, I don’t know you.”

Bradley shakes his head. “That’s not true.”

You close your eyes as if not looking at him might make it easier. “You need to leave,” you whisper.

“Look at me,” he pleads.

You open your eyes and focus your gaze on the greenest grass you’ve ever seen. Only, today, it’s grey. Must be the weather.

“Y/N,” Bradley urges, his voice cracking in his desperation. “Look at me. Please.”

“No!” The force of your response surprises even you. “You have to go,” you say resolutely.

But as you start to walk away, you hear him calling out to you. “You owe me!”

You turn around in confusion. “What?” you say under your breath.

“You heard me,” he says, marching toward you with purpose. “You owe me. Anything I want, remember?”

You stare at him incredulously. “You can’t possibly –”

“I know what I want,” he says, taking several final strides toward you before clutching your hands and holding them in between his chest and yours. “I want you – I need you – to hear me out.”

You wince as his face nears yours. “That’s not fair,” you whisper.

“Please don’t do this,” he mutters. “Please don’t. I – I’m” – his face contorts uncomfortably as he searches for the right words – “I messed up,” he says. “I’m sorry. Please.” He rests his forehead on yours. “Please forgive me.”

The irony of suffering through a real breakup with your fake boyfriend is not lost on you. It’s absurdly painful considering you’ve only realized you had feelings for this man mere days ago. But it’s not just Bradley’s towering build; not just his sculpted arms and chiselled chest that give you pause. It’s every little thing he’s ever said and done. It’s the pepper spray, the heels, the pillow wall; it’s the dancing, the kiss; it’s the way he looks at you. It’s Bradley.

You taste the salt of your own tears as they slip into your parted mouth. You want to kiss him so badly, just a little, just for a moment, just one last time. And as his lips hover hesitantly over yours you realize why. It’s simple, really. You’re in love with Bradley Bradshaw. How reckless of you. How wildly inconvenient.

…

You wipe at the spotless counter aggressively as your mind wanders once again to that fateful day three weeks ago when you did not, in fact, get to kiss Bradley Bradshaw just one last time. Not even for a moment, not even a little bit.

“It’s clean, I think,” you hear a voice at the other end of the bar. You glance up to see Jake Seresin slide out a barstool and take a seat at the counter.

“Didn’t hear you come in,” you respond, glancing at the clock. It’s barely eleven and the place is deserted. You walk toward him reluctantly, having encountered neither Bradley nor any of his friends since the day of the brunch. “Lost another bet, Seresin?” you ask, eyeing the wide brim of his tan cowboy hat.

He smirks, lifting the hat off his head and setting it down on the bar. “Funny.”

You toss your towel under the bar and place your hands on the counter. “What can I get you?”

“Oh, I’m not here to drink,” he says.

You sigh quietly, reaching for your towel again. The truth is, you haven’t gone a single day without thinking about what could have been if you hadn’t stopped the kiss. If you hadn’t pushed Bradley away. If Bradley hadn’t hurled Steven into the lake.

You glance up at Jake as he fiddles with something in his hands. He eyes you pointedly. “I think you know why I’m here,” he says.

…

“Why are you still here?”

The booming voice of your ex-boyfriend rouses you, effectively disrupting the moment you’re having with Bradley. You withdraw from the embrace, separating your hands from his as you step away.

Bradley is shaking his head. “Don’t listen to him,” he begs.

You blink up at him with a sniffle and wipe your eyes. “He’s not the problem,” you say.

Bradley juts out his jaw as Steven steps into his field of vision. “I asked you a question,” Steven says forcefully.

Bradley watches him coldly. “Don’t start with me, Steven,” he says quietly.

“You’re not welcome here anymore,” Steven continues, bringing his shoulders back as he tries to tower over Bradley.

“Steven, stop” – you try to intervene, but Bradley cuts you off.

“I said,” Bradley hisses as he straightens his back to reciprocate the gesture. “Don’t start with me.”

Steven chuckles. “What are you going to do? Hit me?”

Bradley turns away. “You’re not worth it.”

Just when you start to think that the matter will work itself out peacefully, however, Steven shoves Bradley in the back, sending him stumbling slightly downhill. Bradley regains his footing just as Steven comes after him and blocks his subsequent attack, pushing him away. “I’m not fighting you!” Bradley roars.

“Steven, stop it!” you shout, running after them as Steven continues trying to provoke Bradley.

“What’s the matter?” Steven asks nastily. “Did I blow your cover, hotshot?”

Bradley narrows his eyes and his hands curl instinctively into fists. He looks like he’s about to snap. “Bradley!” you scream.

…

“Bradley,” you say calmly, meeting Jake’s gaze.

Jake nods. “I’m going to have to be honest,” he says. “Living with him has become unbearable. And, well, we blame you.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s not my problem.” You drop the dishtowel onto the counter and start wiping anew.

Jake’s hand lands over the cloth and he yanks it out of your grasp. “Listen here,” he says. “I don’t know how he fucked this up because he won’t say a goddamn word about it. But you’re gonna tell me what happened because I’m tired of this mess y’all made.”

“I didn’t do anything,” you say.

“I highly doubt that,” Jake says with an insincere smile. “The guy’s fucking in love with you, there’s no way he left you of his own accord.”

“The guy had a girlfriend of six months he didn’t think to tell me about,” you lash out at Jake, wiping the grin right off his face. “He’d been coming to the Hard Deck almost daily for two whole months without even mentioning her existence. And then he had the audacity to tell me he liked me from the moment we met? Either he was the shittiest boyfriend ever or he wasn’t as into me as he claims to have been. In any case, he’s a liar.”

…

“I didn’t lie about anything,” Bradley says steadily, watching Steven advance toward him once more. “There was no cover to blow.”

“Please!” Steven cackles. “The two of you fabricated an entire relationship!”

You close your eyes, much too tired to pretend any longer. If Steven is hellbent on divulging this particular secret, you aren’t going to be the one to stop him.

Bradley glares at Steven. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns to look at you somberly. “I love you! I have been in love with you since day one,” he says. “I don’t even remember what not loving you feels like.”

“But you had a girlfriend,” you say agonizingly.

He nods, his eyes filling with tears. “Yeah,” he admits. “I did.”

…

“He’s not a liar, he’s a victim of circumstance,” Jake reasons.

You blink at him skeptically. “Is the circumstance that he’s an asshole?”

Jake snorts. “Maybe I will have a drink,” he says, scrunching up his nose.

You sigh and reach for a tumbler. You set it down on the polished counter and, giving Jake a pointed look, reach to grab a second one. He chuckles as you pour the whiskey.

“Neat,” he comments. “Just the way I like it.”

You sigh and down the glass with a straight face. “Why didn’t he just end things with her sooner?”

Jake sets his drink down after taking a swig. He narrows his eyes. “Wait, he didn’t tell you?”

…

“Tell him, Y/N,” Steven says forcefully. “Tell him to get the fuck out of here before I beat the shit out of him.”

“Steven, stop it!” you cry. You turn to Bradley with a frown. “You should go,” you say quietly.

Bradley shakes his head. “I’m not leaving.”

“You heard her!” Steven yells, lunging forward to give Bradley yet another push.

But Bradley completely ignores the attack. He continues watching you miserably as though he hasn’t just been unceremoniously displaced by an angry meathead. “You don’t want me to go,” he pleads with you.

You drop your head, closing your eyes. “I do,” you lie.

“It doesn’t matter what she wants,” Steven steps in between the two of you obnoxiously.

“Steven, for fuck’s sake, just leave!” you scream.

Steven rounds on you aggressively. “I’m trying to help you, you ungrateful cunt!”

But before you can respond with a few choice words of your own, Steven is yanked from the spot and launched into the lake like a frisbee. You gasp as he hits the water while Bradley just folds his arms and watches the ripples, waiting to see if Steven can swim.

…

“He tried breaking up with her,” Jake says, watching you cautiously as though he’s unsure whether he should be sharing this information with you.

You furrow your eyebrows. “When?”

Jake sighs and adjusts his posture, getting more comfortable in his seat. “They were on the rocks way before you came into the picture,” Jake says. “He’d tried breaking up with her several times actually, including the night he met you.”

“What do you mean ‘tried’?”

Jake narrows his eyes. “Why didn’t he tell you this?”

“Tell me what?”

…

“Are you happy now?” you yell over the lapping of the water.

Bradley turns to look at you wearily. “Less annoyed,” he says stoically.

“Well, now that we’ve managed to completely ruin my sister’s brunch,” you say, glancing up at the crowd of spectators gathered on the edge of the patio, “you’re free to go.”

You hear some sputtering near the dock as Steven tries to drag himself out of the water. Bradley nods, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I would’ve told you about her,” he says. “I would’ve told you everything.”

…

“She wouldn’t let him break up with her,” Jake says, carefully studying your reaction.

“What do you mean ‘wouldn’t let him’?” you ask.

“Pour another round,” Jake says.

You sigh sharply. “Just spill it, Seresin,” you grumble impatiently, grabbing the bottle of whiskey.

“She threatened to hurt herself.”

You freeze mid-pour and look up at him in shock.

“That’s enough for me, thanks,” he says, reaching for the bottle still tipped in your hand.

“I’ll have it then,” you say, sliding the full glass of whiskey toward yourself. Silently, you lift it to your lips and take a giant gulp.

“Easy,” Jake says with a cringe, pulling the tumbler out of your hand.

“So,” you breathe, staring blankly at the bar. “He was stuck.”

“He was stuck,” Jake confirms.

…

“I’m stuck!” Steven calls from the end of the dock.

You huff in frustration and give Bradley one last menacing look. “Just go already, will you?” you say tiredly, heading out onto the dock to help Steven out of the water. By the time Steven is on land and you turn around, Bradley is gone.

You glance over at the terrace where the crowd has started to disperse while Steven wrings out his clothes. You consider for a moment running after Bradley; catching him before he packs to leave. But then you feel Steven’s cold hands snaking around your midriff and you squirm.

“What are you doing?” you yelp, jerking away.

“Baby, just admit that you want me back,” he says lazily. “I just saved you from that asswipe. Don’t be a bitch now.”

You turn around in outrage and, just as Steven flashes his phoney grin, you push him back into the lake.

…

“So, how was he finally able to do it?” you ask, plopping a couple of ice cubes into your drink.

“He got lucky,” Jake replies. “He caught her cheating.”

You scoff. “Lucky.”

Jake shrugs. “Well, under the circumstances. He just wanted out.”

You stare at the ice melting in your whiskey. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me.”

“Did you give him a chance?” Jake asks, gulping down the rest of his drink and rising from his seat.

You look up at him guiltily.

Jake clears his throat and places several bills on the bar. He taps on the counter a couple of times with his palm and then says, “He’s distracted in the air, Y/N. I’m worried about him.”

It makes you sick to think of Bradley unfocused in the cockpit, and you’re repulsed that it’s never occurred to you before, considering how often you daydream about the events of that unfortunate weekend. Of course, he’s been thinking about it. Of course, it’s been distracting him. You close your eyes and lower your head.

“Just talk to him, will ya?” Jake says.

You swallow uneasily, wondering what the fuck you could possibly say to Bradley after having completely blown him off, but you nod anyway. The least you could do is apologize.

After Jake leaves, you notice a folded piece of paper together with the bills he’s left behind. You pick it up to examine it. It’s your list – the one you’d given Bradley so that he could learn to be a more convincing fake boyfriend. You unfold it to find that he’s added his own notes to accompany yours. Things like, ‘this is absurd and you know it’ in response to ‘I don’t like chocolates but I love chocolate cake’ and ‘sounds like somebody else I know’ in response to ‘steer clear of Aunt Barb – she’s very pushy’.

You smile grimly, realizing how badly you’ve fucked up.

…

The next morning, you get permission from Penny’s boyfriend, Maverick, to visit the hangar while the squad trains. You’re sitting at one of the desks, listening to the boom of military aircraft as you nervously twiddle your thumbs in your lap. When you hear the unmistakable yelps of excited pilots just outside the hangar, you let out an anxious sigh and stand up.

As you’re rising from your seat, you see Bradley amidst the group of cheerful aviators, smiling and nodding as one of them claps him on the back. When he notices you, however, his smile falters and he slows to a halt, staring at you in disbelief. He’s got his helmet tucked under his arm and a chute bag slung over his shoulder and you realize that you’ve never seen him in his flight suit and that perhaps, if you had, you’d have fallen for him much sooner.

The other aviators look on as he starts removing his gear while walking toward you. The expression on his face is so intense that your already galloping heart feels like it might spring right out of your body. He sets his helmet down on a desk and approaches you slowly, his dark eyes searching yours carefully.

You gulp uneasily when he nears; the relief of having him stand right before you is something you hadn’t expected. Even given the currently ambiguous status of your relationship, being close to him feels right.

“Uh,” you utter. Good strong start. You close your eyes and try again. “Umm.” You shake your head and blink up at him.

Bradley lifts his eyebrows sympathetically but doesn’t say anything.

“Can I talk to you?” you blurt out breathlessly.

Bradley drops his gaze and your heart sinks. He hates you, obviously, and you’re an idiot for coming. But a moment later, he looks up from under his winkled brows and nods.

He places a couple of fingers on your arm and, as you try to suppress a shudder at the subtle contact, he nudges you softly, leading you toward the back of the hangar where you could have a private conversation behind a couple of parked jets undergoing maintenance.

Once you’re alone, you find it hard to look him in the eye. Bradley’s hand drops away from where he’s holding your elbow, but his fingertips trail down your arm and catch briefly on your fingers before he lets go.

“Bradley,” you say quietly. “I don’t even know where to start,” you admit.

Bradley moves closer, his head so low that you can feel his breath on your cheek. The torment of being this close and not touching him is probably exactly what you deserve, so you decide to suffer through it in silence. Until, that is, he brings a hand up, lifting your chin with a couple of fingers. His eyes glance over your face before meeting your gaze. “Let’s just start over,” he says.

You look at him in wonder as his hand glides up your arm. “How?” you whisper. “I’m already in love with you.”

For a moment, Bradley is completely still, watching you intently. The look of sheer want on his face absolutely paralyzes you because the concept of mutual desire where Bradley is concerned is something you’re still struggling to accept. You blink at him mutely, forgetting altogether that you came here to apologize, not ogle him in his flight suit and mentally undress him without a moment’s respite.

Bradley lowers his face, furrowing his eyebrows as he glances down at your lips. You notice the tightening grip on your arm as his breathing grows heavy; the slight incline of his head as his other hand drifts weightlessly up the back of your neck.

He makes you weak and he muddles your thoughts and how could you possibly be expected to remember something as superfluous as an apology when his eyes are begging you to just kiss him already? You let out a breathy whine, twisting your hands into the material of his flight suit and pulling yourself into him until your lips meet his.

Bradley exhales sharply, bringing his hands up to your face as he steps forward. You let him steer you into the wall in behind, clinging onto his wrists as he cups your cheeks. His tongue pushes into your mouth as his hands drop down to your waist and slip underneath your tank top, squeezing your flesh.

You melt into his touch; you want his hands all over you, clutching you, catching you, holding you. A soft moan travels from your mouth into his as his fingers dig into your body, and he presses you into the wall with a shaky sigh.

“Bradley,” you murmur as he grasps your ribcage.

“Baby,” he breathes, his thumbs gently stroking the band of your bra. His ‘baby’ is so soft, so different than Steven’s, it’s like an entirely new word. And you don’t want anybody other than Bradley to ever call you ‘baby’ again.

“Bradley, I’m so sorry,” you whisper. “I’m sorry that I wouldn’t listen to your side of the story.”

“Baby,” he mutters again. He lifts his eyes to look at you achingly. “I’m so fucking in love with you.” He takes your hands and brings them to his lips, holding them against his mouth. “I don’t care about anything else.”

You smile at him, grateful that he isn’t holding a grudge. “Kiss me again,” you say, pulling on the collar of his flight suit.

Bradley grins, towering over you as he brings his arms above your head and around your back. He kisses you gently this time, like he’s finally confident that you won’t vanish the moment he lets go. It’s warm and sensuous and lingering, it’s his lips pausing to appreciate every taste and every breath and every texture. It’s the rhythm of his tongue, excruciatingly slow, searching for ways to make you moan.

He pulls you closer, tighter; holds you firmer. You sigh into his mouth, you whine for more, you claw into the fabric of his suit. He reciprocates your urgency, driving you back into the wall with force and pressing his mouth hungrily to yours. You gasp, throwing your head back as his messy kisses trail down your neck, as his hands grope every part of you with fervor until you’re almost too weak to stand.

“Y/N,” he pants into your neck. “If we don’t relocate in the next few minutes, I’m going to end up being dishonorably discharged for indecent exposure.”

You giggle as he kisses you repeatedly along your collarbone. You would like nothing more than to relocate so that the two of you can be indecent together. “It’ll have to wait,” you say, stroking his hair as he growls in response.

“I’m not waiting any longer,” he mutters into your neck.

You laugh and shake you head.

“Come home with me. I just need a minute to grab my things.” He pulls insistently on your waist.

“I’ve got work,” you say mournfully. “My shift starts in half an hour.”

Bradley looks at you in alarm, as though the prospect of spending the next several hours apart is unacceptable. “Take the day off.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Sure, you can. Tell Penny you’re feeling sick.”

“I’m not feeling sick,” you respond disapprovingly.

He squints his eyes at you with a mischievous smirk. “Fake it.”

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[n3ssm0nique]

new year’s eve

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: you and chris are the only single people in your friend group, so find a new way to ring in the new year

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, car sex, dirty talk, swearing, handjobs, fingering, minors DNI

You absentmindedly scrolled through Instagram as you did your makeup. You were currently at your best friend Chris’ apartment. You both were getting ready for a New Years Eve party being hosted by a mutual friend of yours. You both had planned to get ready at Chris’ apartment and then ride over together.

“Oh, I swear to God,” you mumbled under your breath as you looked at your phone. Chris, who was in his connecting bedroom getting ready, perked up at the sound of your complaint. “You alright?” He asked, walking into the doorway.

You turned your phone to show him the screen and rolled your eyes. “Ringing in the new year with the love of my life,” you read the caption of the photo in a mocking tone. Chris began to chuckle, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “If I see another one of these sappy posts, I’m gonna throw my phone across the room” you said, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

Chris slowly walked over to you and took your phone out of your hand. He set it down on the counter and pulled you into a hug. “There’s nothing wrong with being single, I promise you aren’t missing out on anything.” He said, trying to comfort you. He rubbed his hands up and down your back. You let out a sigh while hugging him back.

“I just hate seeing all the couples rubbing it in during the holidays.” You explained to him. He nodded, completely understanding where you were coming from. He pulled out of the hug and gave you a soft smile. “I get it, the holidays are a horrible time to be single.” He agreed.

The two of you were the only single ones left in your giant friend group, which made holiday parties with them that much more difficult. In truth, neither you nor Chris hated any couple, in fact, you were both hopeless romantics. However, being surrounded my love when you were alone was less than ideal.

Chris walked back into his room to finish getting ready, and you finished up your makeup.

“You ready?” Chris asked, appearing in the doorway again. You nodded your head, while faking a smile. “Am I the only one kinda dreading tonight? I mean I love our friends, I just can’t handle the looks of pity when I have no one to kiss at midnight.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder.

He ran his hand up and down your arm, comforting you. “No, I’ve been worrying about it too. Awkwardly standing in the room while all our friends get to kiss their significant others really sucks.” He agreed.

Then, a crazy idea popped into your head. “What if we didn’t go tonight?” You suggested. Chris tilted his head to the side, intrigued. “What did you have in mind instead? Chill movie night at home?” He asked.

You shook your head. “What if we drive up to that overlook and watch all the fireworks go off at midnight? We still get to enjoy the festivities without the all the clingy couples” you explained.

“You are a genius.” He said, grabbing your hand in his. Your idea sounded perfect to Chris. He got to hang out with the only person he cared about hanging out with and ring in the new year.

He grabbed his keys while you found some snacks for you both to enjoy, and then you both hopped in the car. “I have to say, this is already shaping up to be a better night than going to that party.” Chris said, as he pulled out of the driveway.

You could feel the excitement in the car as you both drove away from the city and all the people. You both finally made it to the overlook, and you were in a nice secluded area with no people around.

“It’s going to be so pretty when the fireworks go off.” You said, getting giddy. Chris smiled while looking over at how excited you were.

“To ringing in the new year with the love of my life.” Chris teased, holding up a beer bottle to cheers against your own. You giggled at his joke and clinked your glasses together. You both took a sip from your bottles and realized you had about thirty minutes until midnight.

You opened up the sunroof of the car and then leaned back to look at the stars. “It’s so pretty out here, I can’t believe I don’t spend all my time here.” You said, admiring the view. Chris leaned his seat back to join you in your stargazing.

“So you have any resolutions?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking over at Chris. You could tell he was thinking about your question when a smirk popped onto his face. “Maybe get a girlfriend, so I can attend a New Years Eve party and have someone to kiss at midnight.” He said, half joking.

Your jaw dropped and you playfully hit his arm. “You are not leaving me in the singles club all by myself.” You said, pretending to be offended. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned over to plant a kiss on your head as an apology. “I’m sorry, my resolution also includes you getting a boyfriend, it should be easier for you than it is for me.” He told you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked him, curiously. He almost panicked, realizing he didn’t say the last part in his head. He shrugged and looked over at you. “I don’t know, we both know you’re gorgeous. I’m sure there is a nice guy who would love to date you.” He explained.

You let out a giggle and took a sip of your drink. “See the problem is only the gross guys let you know they’re interested. The creepy guys who yell at you on the street, I have a long list of those, but no actually good guys.” You told him.

He nodded, remembering all the stories of creepy guys you had gone on first dates with. “I have a good feeling about this year, you’ll find one. For all you know, one is a lot closer than you think.” He told you confidently.

You both realized the meaning of what he said. The two of you froze as you locked eyes and thought about what he mistakenly had confessed.

You had a brief surge of confidence, so you set down your beer, cupped Chris’ face, and kissed him the way you had always wanted to. He was shocked by the kiss, but quickly slid his arms around your waist.

His beard lightly scratched against your face, causing you to giggle against the kiss. Chris’ tongue slipped into your mouth. You hummed contently, loving the way his lips moved against yours.

You moved your hands around his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. You broke the kiss to take a breath. Chris used the opportunity to bury his face in your neck, softly sucking on your skin. “Oh, Chris,” you mumbled.

“You look so gorgeous tonight” Chris said, eyeing you up and down. You were now glad you both had still gotten dressed up for the party because you got to make out with Chris while he was dressed up.

His tattoos peaked through his button up shirt. You undid the top three buttons of his shirt, then ran your fingers over his tattoos. “You like ‘em?” He asked you, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve seen them before, but they make you look so fucking good. It’s not fair.” You told him. He smirked and pulled you back into a kiss. He wrapped his arms snugly around your waist.

A whimper escaped your lips as Chris nipped at your bottom lip. He groaned and bucked his hips up when he heard the sound. He tugged at your waist, trying to get you closer to him.

“Oh, fuck it” he said, pulling you over the console to sit on his lap. You pushed your hips against his as you ran your hands over his bare chest. Chris fumbled with his shirt buttons and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons for you.

You leaned forward and placed soft kisses on his chest. Chris threw his head back and let out a low moan. “You look so good, sweetheart.” He groaned. He grabbed at your ass, rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of your dress.

He bucked his hips up against yours. “I need you so bad,” he told you. You slid your hands down his chest and palmed him lightly. A low groan left his lips. You kept palming him and listened to the curses that left his mouth.

“Please stop teasin’ me,” he begged you. You grabbed his belt buckle and undid it carefully. Before you could do anything else, Chris pulled you back into a kiss. His hands snuck down the end of your long dress and started to pull your dress up to your waist.

He got your dress balled up around your waist, and slipped his hand under your dress. “Baby, you’re so wet,” he said, swiping his fingers across the outside of your panties. You whined and pushed your hips closer to his hand.

He slipped his fingers into your panties and slid two fingers into you. “Ohhh, Chris yes,” you mumbled, earning a smirk from Chris. He sped up the pace of his fingers and got a few more sweet moans from you.

“I need you, Chris,” you said, as your eyes fluttered closed. You didn’t notice but he had a smug look on his face. “Need me where, sweetheart?” He teased you.

Your face twisted in pleasure as his fingers slid in and out of you. “Huh? What was that?” He asked you, knowing how good he was making you feel.

“Inside me. C’mon just fuck me, Chris,” you begged him, growing impatient. His hips bucked up against yours as he heard you literally beg for his cock. “Don’t have to ask me twice,” he said.

You pushed his pants down enough to have access to his boxers. Chris tugged his boxers down a little and his cock slapped against his chest. You whined at the sight.

“Can’t wait to fill you up,” Chris said, sliding your panties to the side and lining himself up. Your stomach did flips as you waited in anticipation.

Chris slowly pushed his length into your folds. Moans fell from both of your lips. “Can I move, sweetheart?” Chris groaned, hoping your answer was a yes. You quickly nodded your head.

He gripped your hips and lifted you up and then back down onto his cock. “Oh, faster please,” you moaned out. Chris was in no position to deny you that wish. He snapped his hips against yours at a quick pace.

“You feel so good, oh fuck, baby,” Chris said, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The sounds of both of your moans bounced off the walls of his car. The windows were fogged up due to the hot air.

Your sweaty bodies slapped against each other. Both of you were lost in your bliss. “Oh, you’re perfect,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He slipped one hand between your thighs and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Oh, ohhhhh,” you screamed out. You could tell Chris’ thrusts were faltering. “I’m gettin’ really close, sweetheart,” Chris told you.

“Me too,” you mumbled in between breaths. You both sped up your pace, desperately chasing your highs. You both were panting and thrusting your hips erratically.

You could feel the coil in your stomach form and start to tighten. “Oh, Chris I’m gonna—” you moaned as you came undone.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum too, sweetheart,” Chris moaned as he came inside of you. You collapsed against his chest breathless.

Then, fireworks started erupting behind both of you. “Happy new year,” you said, sweetly and leaned in to kiss Chris softly. “Happy new year to you too,” he said, kissing you back.

Then you both turned to look at the fireworks. “I can’t see a thing,” Chris said, referencing the foggy windows.

“Having sex in your car will have that effect,” you said, giggling. He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “No no no, having really amazing car sex with have that effect,” he said, smiling.

You nodded your head and agreed with him. “Yeah, it was pretty phenomenal,” you said.

You both got yourselves cleaned up and then got out of the car to watch the fireworks. You both sat on Chris’ car’s hood and looked at all the fireworks erupting over the sky. Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him.

“I have to say, this is my best New Years to date.” You told him, honestly. He smiled down at you. “I’m am so glad we didn’t go to that silly party. This was way better,” he said, kissing your temple.

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Traitor

Part Two

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female!reader

TW:18+, cheating, radioactive levels of toxicity lol, smut, choking, voyeurism kind of, swearing, ANGST

Summary: Bradleys been acting off for a while and you finally pinpoint what the cause is. Unfortunately for him, you believe in an eye for an eye.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Y’ALL this is something else let me tell ya. We love a spiteful queen. Its 2 am and I will use this gif as much as I can because I love this slutty black t shirt.

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Goddammit make it stop!!

Fuuuuuck please…

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Ok 👌🏾

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