Description: Vegas. That was your callsign, because the odds always happened to be in your favour. However, your tense relationship with Hangman comes to a head when you get the better of him one too many times in training and he can no longer take being bested by you.
Warning(s): strong language, canon-typical drama, love-hate relationship, mean-flirting, PIV, oral (f), plot? donât know her, sexual tension, Hangman being Hangman, overstimulation, mentions of drinking/alcohol consumption
Requested: No
[A/N: this has been plaguing me since I thought of it and I canât shake it so this is what you get lmao, proceed with caution and MINORS DNI. Iâm also lowkey obsessed with the idea that if Hangman and Vegas had a movie montage together, Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue would be blasting over the top lmao - L x]
Summary: Things get heated quickly. You're ready to apologize to Hangman. Rooster is there to guide you through it..
Warnings: SMUT, Threesome, P in V, dirty filthy smut.
Pairing: Rooster x Hangman x Reader
Part one
Sleeping was hell. You didnât think he would affect you this much. But here you were, three hours widely awake. Staring at the ceiling while replaying the images you had of him in your head. The way he kissed you, touched you, left you hungry for so much more. And then the bastard decided that you hadnât apologized well enough. Not that you said a proper sorry. But still. It felt like a dick move, the way he kept you desperate for more. Desperate for more of him. You could still where he had left a mark on you. Prominent on your neck. You needed a way to hide it tomorrow. Especially after he had shouted your name through the hallways while leaving you.Â
You had tried to relieve yourself. But suddenly your hand didnât seem to suffice. It wasnât enough to scratch the itch. The alarm clock next to you flashed 3.03 AM. This was going to be a long night. You groaned frustrated, moving out of bed and heading towards the hallway. Maybe a walk would clear your mind and ease your body. Your pajamas were nothing more than shorts and a tight shirt. But it wasnât really cold outside. Nevertheless you crossed your arms in front of your chest while you walked, rubbing your arms. Maybe you secretly hoped that Jake would be somewhere outside. Grabbing your arm, forcing you inside and bending you over his couch. Or bureau, you werenât picky. Maybe you were ready to apologize. But then again you were too stubborn to give in and show defeat.Â
â(Y/N)?â the voice behind you shocked you. Pushing a hand against your chest in order to show your shock. Well shit. âRooster? What are you doing here?â He was the last person you had expected here. âI can ask you the same thingâ, he raised an eyebrow, taking in your form. Walking around in the middle of the night, only in your pajamas, maybe he had a point. âCanât sleepâ, you admitted half of the truth. No way you were going to tell him about your adventure. Nor the way it had affected you. âSomething on your mind?â he tried, raising an eyebrow as he slowly guided you back inside of the building. âNot reallyâ, you lied, glancing at the empty hallway. You cleared your throat.Trying to catch someoneâs attention. âCome, letâs grab a drink.â Bradley pressed his hand against your lower back, guiding you towards the shared breakroom.Â
You sat down on one of the couches while Rooster made some tea. Soundlessly rummaging through the cupboards. âYou and Hangman hm?â he spoke, making you gasp. âHmm?â you made a sound, keeping silent after, hoping he would drop it. Yet he didnât, âI thought you didnât like him.â You shrugged a little, hanging your head back against one of the cushions. You closed your eyes, âI donât.. butâ, you couldnât properly explain it. âOuch, that hurtsâ, a new voice entered the room, one you had already recognized. Yet when you opened your eyes, you couldnât help but groan. In the door opening stood the man that was currently the cause of your trouble. Jake had his usual smirk, wearing nothing but boxers as he stared you down. âFew hours ago you clung onto me for dear lifeâ, you pushed both your hands against your face, hoping it would hide you from both men. âI think sheâd rather hook up with me than with your assâ, Rooster suddenly piped in. It felt like you were dreaming. Why had the night suddenly taken such a turn? Suddenly both Rooster and Hangman seemed to be interested in you?
âYou see that mark thereâ, you imagined Hangman pointing at you, yet you didnât dare to move your hands from your face as you pressed yourself tighter against the couch. As if it would swallow you whole and shield you from the two men. Quickly your mind flickered to the possibilities. A Hangman, Rooster sandwich. Spending time in between these two men while one would hold you tight against their chest and the other would pound into you.Â
You werenât paying attention to the two men babbling, however when it suddenly got all quiet you raised an eyebrow. Daring to peek in between your fingers and catching both men standing in front of the couch. âWhat?â you dared, slowly moving your hands away from your face. You knew you were blushing. And with what you were wearing, you could feel your body react to those filthy thoughts of yours. âWhy donât we help you get to bed, sweetheartâ, Rooster mentioned. Shit, maybe you had mentioned your thoughts out loud. Rooster pulled you up from the couch, while Hangman put his hand on your side. There was a silent battle going on, you could tell, but you werenât complaining. Because apparently you were going to have sex tonight with the two hottest (in your humble opinion) top gun members.Â
You simply hummed, lost at words while the two pilots guided you through the hallway back to your bedroom. Once the three of you were inside, Rooster stood in front of you. Hangman made himself comfortable on your bed while he watched the two of you, âImma need some confirmation from you sweetheart.â Rooster smiled, looking down at you. They really wanted you to talk, Hangman his boxers seemed a lot tighter than a few seconds ago. âYesâ, you simply whispered, because who in their right mind would ever say no to this situation. Before any of the pilots could respond, you lunged yourself at Rooster, wanting to feel his lips against yours. âTold you she was eagerâ, Hangman chuckled as he watched the scene in front of him elope. He leaned back, hands behind his back, sure Rooster got the first turn, but he would show you exactly why they called him Hangman.Â
Rooster was quick, hands on your hips and lips pushed against yours while he kissed you passionately. Not as quick as Jake had done. But there was a different sensation. It felt more familiar. Rooster quickly pushed you against the door, pushing his crotch against yours. Making it known how turned on he was already. One of his hands moved around in order to squeeze your ass, the other moved up into your hair, tugging it back so you exposed your neck to him. At the left side you had a mark forming thanks to Hangman, now on the right side Rooster was determined to leave a little something himself. He placed his lips around your skin, searching for just the spot that caused you to shiver, before he started to suck. At the same time he squeezed your butt an other time before yanking down your pajama bottoms. You pushed your chest against his, moaning a little as he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot. The hell with tomorrow, you were going to wear a scarf.Â
âShitâ, you mumbled, pushing your cheek against Roosterâs, trying to get his attention back to your lips. He took the hind quite quickly, moving his lips back to yours. Roosterâs tongue licked along your bottom lip, before quickly invading your mouth, making the battle for dominance more a fight than a conquer. You gladly let him win.
When Rooster pulled back he admired his masterpiece, giving you one of the sweetest smiles before both his hands moved to grab your boobs. âIâve been wanting to touch these ever since we played rugby on the beachâ, he admitted, looking over his shoulder to see Hangman nod. Your shirt was quickly on the floor, both men admiring your form. Yet quickly distracted when you felt bold enough to pull your own panties down. âIâve been lying awake, horny, for four hours. Can we please continueâ, that piqued Hangman's interest. His smirk, while it seemed impossible, grew bigger before he stood up. Nudging his head as an indication for Rooster to fuck off. âTime to apologize if you want this dickâ, You rolled your eyes, ready to push away your ego while approaching him. You knew exactly what he wanted and you were going to give the two boys a proper show of what you were capable of.Â
The moment you dropped to your knees and pulled down Jake his boxers, you heard some shuffling behind you. Rooster was getting comfortable on your couch, giving you a wink to encourage you. With both your hands on Jake's hips, you were quick to admire his penis. Hangman seemed like a proper nickname now. In both girth and length, Jake had an impressive size. You werenât sure how it all was going to fit. Worries for later. For now you were going to show both Jake and Bradley how sorry you were for âborrowingâ something without asking. Your hand carefully stroked his length, thumb slowly spreading the precum that was forming on his tip. Jake was hard, yet when you started to stroke him, you could feel him get even more hard. When you glanced up, Jake was staring at you. Nothing on his face betrayed what he was feeling, it was quite intimidating.Â
When you wrapped your lips around his tip, you fluttered your eyes while looking at him. Sucking harshly before taking him into your mouth. You were determined to get some noise out of him. âYo Rooster, come down here and get her readyâ, Hangman ordered, and while Rooster would normally go right against him, this he could not deny. Your hand moved around the shaft of Jake's penis, slowly moving him inside of your mouth. Your tongue glides along his veins while one of your hands move to cup his balls. He twitched in your mouth and you knew exactly what to do now. You were careful while handling his balls, slowly cupping them while picking up the pace. When you glanced up again he had his eyes closed, the grin from his face. As if he was focusing on something.Â
You were about to chuckle, until you felt someone sit behind you. One hand sneaked around your body in order to cup your breast, the other moved around your body and disappeared in between your legs. You moved your legs apart a little more, allowing Bradley some space as he touched your soaking pussy. âFuck sheâs wetâ, one finger slid along of your slit, slowly rubbing and taking his time. He was going to properly prepare you. And while you sucked off Hangman, eliciting a moan from him the moment you sucked his tip, Rooster dipped one finger inside. His other hand on your breast, slowly pinching your nipple. You felt distracted, yet at the same time desperate to please Jake. So you continued to suck him off, lips tightening around his shaft while Jake put his hand on your head. Fingers tightening around your locks. He didnât guide your hand, and somehow you expected him to. Yet his grip on your head was tight. Rooster moved his finger in and out of you. Soon adding another finger while pushing his thumb against your bundle of nerves.
This caused you to hum, which quickly turned into a moan when he pressed very tightly. Rubbing circles along your clit. Finally you were getting the friction you so desperately needed. You moved your hips, pushing your butt back against Rooster. You pulled back, letting Jake his cock pop out of your mouth, âplease?â you turned your head, looking at Rooster before Hangman pulled on your hair. Bradley couldnât say no. Not that he wanted to say no. But how could he deny such a lovely request. Jake raised his eyebrow down at you, âI havenât told you how sorry I amâ, you tried, glancing up while stroking him again. And when you sped up your speed he seemed to be struggling. âI am so sorry for not asking you.â There was a smirk on your face this time as you licked along his shaft. A long stripe from his balls towards the tip of his penis. You were about to suck him off again, that was until you felt something bigger pressed against your entrance, âready sweetheart?â Bradley whispered in your ear, this time not waiting for your reply as he pushed inside of you. Slowly stretching you. Making your mouth fall open, eyes closed while savoring the moment. Jake took this moment to push his cock inside of your mouth, this time taking his chance while fucking your mouth. The hand in your hair started to pull and it seemed like he was getting closer. There was more desperation. This time he was just using your mouth for his own release. All at the same time Rooster was slowly getting used to your insides. He was still rubbing your clit. Tight and slow circles, before snapping his hips up. Setting a slow pace.Â
âShitâ Jake cursed, pulling your head back so he could cum on your face. Cursing and moaning as he did. That fucker. There was cum staining your face, probably your hair. âHoly shit, apology acceptedâ, Jake muttered, sitting back down on your bed. He needed to catch his breath. And at the same time you were getting pounded by Rooster. You moved more on your knees, hands on Hangmanâs knees while Rooster took both your hips. His pace quickly growing more desperate. âCome for me darlingâ, Rooster mentioned, his chest hand moving from your breast up to your throat so he could wrap his hand around it. He pulled you towards him, the two of you more upright so you could look Jake in his eyes while getting fucked. Rooster knew exactly how to build up the tension. The way he was holding your throat and whispering in your ear, the way his cock brushed along that sweet spot every thrust, and his finger rubbing tightly against your clit. Not to mention the way Jake was looking at you. Never had you reached your high so quickly. âFuckâ, you exclaimed, arching your back, squeezing your eyes shut and spasming lightly while Bradley rode you through your orgasm. His pace was relentless. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the whole room.Â
For a second it felt like you had passed out. However the grunts of Rooster snapped you back to reality. His loud groans and the sudden warm feeling of being filled up felt like a blessing. You sat back on his lap, him still inside of you. You felt exhausted. It was late. Or perhaps.. early. You had no sense of time. Only felt content. The need for a shower was there. Rooster slowly pulled out of you, settling you on his lap while the three of you felt lost in thoughts. Five minutes passed, before Hangman pulled on his boxers again. âApology accepted (Y/N)â, he winked, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. His thumb smeared along the cum he had painted on your face. âMaybe tomorrow I can show you what a good fuck really feels likeâ, he winked at Rooster before getting out of your bedroom and heading to his own.Â
While Rooster seemed just as confident as Hangman was, he was a whole lot more down to earth. He put his hands on your hips, slowly lifting you and cleaning you up with his shirt. âGet some rest (Y/N) weâll hang out tomorrow alright?â with said shirt he moved to clean your face as well, before leaning in to give you a quick kiss. With that Bradley also left your bedroom. Leaving you alone to properly process what just happened. The best night of your life that is.Â
After quickly washing your face, you went to bed. You should definitely take a shower in the morning. You were exhausted. The moment you lay down and close your eyes, you were out.Â
The morning came way too quickly. You turned on the shower, washing away the sins from last night. You werenât sure how you were going to make it through the day. Your body was sore, your neck covered in marks and you needed at least five cups of coffee. You were using your own shampoo, missing the smell of banana, when you suddenly heard the door open and close. Hangman appeared in front of you, and while he had the same exact amount of sleep as you did, he looked more awake. âAllow me to clean up the mess I madeâ, his hand reached out to your face, thumb rubbing along of your cheek before he closed the gap between the two of you.Â
