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READ BEFORE YOU READ
This blog contains NSFW fiction about Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and Jake “Hangman” Seresin. With this, while I cannot control where peoples minds run off to, I, as the author, ONLY write about the FICTIONAL characters of Rooster and Hangman.
In other words, I am sexualizing and fantasizing about Bradley and Jake, NOT Miles Teller or Glen Powell.
Remember, it’s okay to sexualize a fictional character, never the real actor/actress.
yeah i write freaky smut about fictional men
yeah i read freaky smut about fictional men
yeah i watch freaky smut about fictional men
no i cannot text freaky things to real men 😔
him : i wanna grab your waist and pull you in so close you can feel my breath against your temple. i want to kiss you until all you can think about is the way my hands feel in your hair and my lips feel against yours.
me : ok ! 😀
yeah i write freaky smut about fictional men
yeah i read freaky smut about fictional men
yeah i watch freaky smut about fictional men
no i cannot text freaky things to real men 😔
I RELAPSED
guys i just saw top gun in theaters for the 40th anniversary and i fear i can’t stop thinking about fucking that old man
and writing stories about that old man fucking me
LIKE A PRAYER (choir version)
pairing: rooster x reader
summary: cheap motels and off putting smells
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You say, dropping your sea bag by the door as you walk in.
You and Rooster had agreed to drive home together from California to Texas. The last deployment had you on a carrier for eight months and you needed some time in your own bed, without anyone banging on your door.
On the way home, you both needed to sleep and the Navy had regulations in place saying you could only drive for a total of 10 hours per day (safety reasons and all that), so you stopped at a motel.
This motel, unfortunately, seemed to be a by-the-hour motel.
“What’s up? Oh.” Rooster was right behind you and you mindlessly side stepped to allow him a better view of the room.
It wasn’t necessary bad but it wasn’t good either. One queen sized bed with a mirror on the opposite wall and suspiciously placed chair in the corner. The bedding was a deep red and you didn’t want to think about what you’d find if you ran a black light over the duvet.
“This was the last room.” Rooster says, at least having the decency to seem slightly embarrassed by the situation.
You nod, swallowing hard. “Of course it was.”
It could be worse. You could be back on the boat and underneath your last rack mate, Circus, who would toss and turn and repeat drills in her sleep. Still, this wasn’t an ideal situation.
“I’m gonna brush my teeth.” You say, completely forgetting your toothbrush as you make your way to the bathroom.
Christ, the bathroom was even worse.
There was a large bath tub which did look surprisingly clean and double vanity sink. Heart shaped mirrors reflected your eye bags and all you wanted was to go to sleep. It was like exhaustion waited until you were comfortable to finally hit you like a truck.
There were candles on every open surface. God, this place was the worst.
“I left my fucking toothbrush.” You grumble, walking out of the bathroom.
Rooster was in the main room, shirt off and facing towards the door. Still, his back muscles were a thing of glory. It was hard not to stare. This man preened like a peacock, sometimes even more than Hangman, and you’d seen him shirtless many times but something about the soft lights of the room and the fact you hadn’t been touched in over a year left your mouth dry.
“How many sinks are there? I’m just trying to brush mine and go to bed.” He bends down, grabbing a small toiletry bag, before turning to you.
“Two.” Your heart was racing and if someone looked up the Genius lyrics to Take My Breath Away, it would just be photos of him.
He walks past and you can smell his cologne.
This was going to be a long night.
You pad in slowly after him, keeping your eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror rather than his golden, tan skin.
He spits into the sink, wiping a hand over his mouth. It was borderline pornagraphic the way this man looked.
“You ever been to a place like this before?” He asks before bending down to swish water in his mouth.
You nearly choke on your toothpaste. You quickly spit it out, doing a rinse with water before responding. “God, no, I have much higher standards than this.”
“You’re a material girl?” He jokes.
“Obviously. I need something high end like a Four Seasons.” You say, pressing your hip to the side of the counter.
You finally looked at him. Really looked at him and drank him in. He was gorgeous. Maybe it was the strange mix of the baby powder scent from the candles and something that was so distinctly him. Maybe it was the post deployment glasses. Maybe it was something, anything other than your rational mind, but you were drooling.
“That makes sense.” He muses. “That’s pricey though. You’re worth Four Seasons?”
You snort. “I’m worth a week at the Four Seasons.”
He cocks a brow and looks you up and down. Heat washes through you and you have to pull yourself away from the counter and back into the main room.
You can hear him following after you and it would have made your heart flutter except you knew he wasn’t following you in pursuit but simply because he also needed to go to sleep.
You went to the far side, closest to the door, while he took the side near the bathroom. You were tempted to smash the mirror on the wall but that would probably cause about 14 years of bad luck and that’s the last thing you needed at this point.
“I’ve never seen a room with a mirror like that.” Rooster hums. “You?”
“I just told you I only go to the Four Seasons, you think they have mirrors like that and cuck chairs?” You point towards the lone chair in the corner. The sheets were silk and as you sank into them, you realized how many people had been in them before you. You suddenly wanted to just sleep in the tub.
“I used to have a mirror like that when I was in college.” He says. “At Virginia Tech.”
“Oh yeah? You had a corner chair, too?”
He laughs and you want to crawl closer to him.
“God, no. I had some standards.” He sighs, adjusting himself so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “It was kinda fun having a mirror. You should try it sometime.”
“Try it with you?” You tease. “When Bob learns to fly.”
He laughs again. “Try it when you’re alone. Watching yourself can heighten feelings.”
“I don’t think that’s true. I gotta see the sighted source for that one.”
He shrugs. “Works for me.”
“Yeah? You watch yourself? Little voyeur. Is it still voyeurism if it’s yourself?”
You were glad he was so easy to talk to. There was nothing you could say that could weird him out, in fact, he could probably out weird you. As much as you loved Phoenix, she was such a private person that you didn’t even know she was engaged until her fiancée brought her lunch one day.
Maybe this wasn’t the worst hotel room in the world.
“I think it’s just voyeurism if you’re watching someone else.” He explains.
“You’re still a little freak.”
“Yeah, that’s what the girls would always say until they tried it.”
Now it was your turn to raise a brow.
“Bring ‘em back to my room, have them get off in the mirror and then fuck them from behind.” He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like everyone did this on an average Tuesday.
“So you are a voyeur!” You say, swatting at his bicep. Before you can pull your hand back, he places his on top of yours, successfully holding it down.
“I didn’t say I wasn’t.” His grin was sinful.
He probably does this to every girl he has in his bed, you tell yourself. You’re not special, he’s just getting his rocks off.
“When’s the last time you got off?”
Your mind stopped. When was the last time you got off? Had to have been before deployment, that’s for sure. You rarely had time for yourself and when you did, you used it to sleep and catch up on trashy reality TV shows.
“I don’t know.” Came your meek reply.
“Maybe you should try it.” His voice was hot against your ear. An inch closer and he’d be biting it. Christ.
Your hand slowly pulls from under his, moving towards your leggings. You keep your eyes on him, waiting for him to retract his statement, telling you he’s only joking. But he doesn’t.
Your leggings go down to your knees but you kept your panties on. He swallows hard, glancing between your eyes and your now barren thighs. His pupils dilate and you slowly allow your gaze to travel down to his chest.
Rooster had been your work husband ever since you were first lieutenants. You’d done everything together. But this.
This was different.
Your hand slowly drifts downwards, passing across the soft fabric of your t-shirt. It had been so long since the last time you’d done this, you jerked slightly at the initial contact.
“That’s it.” He mumbles, more to himself than anyone else.
You spread your legs even farther, still keeping your eyes focused on his chest. His breathing was getting even heavier and you knew yours was too.
Slipping your fingers underneath the fabric, you fully gasp. It dawns on you exactly what is going on. You’re getting off in front of Bradley Bradshaw. And he likes it. And you like it too.
“Watch yourself.” He says, eyes flicking towards the mirror.
You do as told and your initial reaction is to shy away. You turn your head to the side, forehead pressing against his shoulder, fingers still working yourself slowly.
He makes as tsk-ing sound, grabbing your head and forcing it to look back at the mirror.
“I said watch yourself.”
You were soaking.
Once your fingers touched your clit, it was almost over before it even started. Your thighs clenched, pressing firmly against each other as you tried to stop yourself from cumming like a horny teenager.
“I just have to do everything myself, don’t I?” He muses. In a swift motion, he had grabbed your hips and positioned you so you were sitting in between his legs. His large hands were holding your legs apart and you could see the wet stain in your panties.
“Roos…” you groan, leaning your head back against his chest. Your hand slowly went back down to touch yourself, still feeling like you were just a moment away from finishing.
“That’s it, good girl.”
Looking at yourself was both the most embarrassing and sexy thing. Rooster was breathing heavily down your neck and you could feel him pressing against your lower back.
Bradley was watching you intensely in the mirror, eyes flitting between your expressions to your hand. His head dipped down closer to your ear and you could hear a soft hum come from him. “You like that?”
You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t know if you could respond. Your mouth couldn’t form words and it felt like all thoughts were leaving your brain.
You move your panties to the side, fully exposing yourself. The cold air brought you back slightly but the moment your fingers touched your clit, you were back to floating in bliss. You’d never watched yourself before, never seen what your fingers looked like as you were working yourself open but seeing it live and in person was a different experience.
Bradley’s hands made their way to your chest, gripping firmly. It felt so good to be touched and you were clenching around nothing.
Finally, you slowly dipped one finger in, surprised to feel just how wet you were. You were sure you’d be soaking onto the bedspread.
“Just like that, keep going.” His hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine. You arched against him and he gripped your chest even tighter to keep you from going anywhere.
“Bradley…” You weren’t quite sure where you had wanted to go with that sentence but you knew you needed to say his name.
He hums again, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Add another.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You press another finger inside you, stretching yourself out. It was such a lewd image and you were sure it’d be burned inside your mind for the rest of your days to come. Maybe when you finally burned out this would be what greeted you on the other side.
His hands began to rub circles over your nipples and your hips were moving on their own accord. Your thumb found your clit again and you knew you were about to cum in an embarrassingly short time.
“Puh-please.” You groan, head falling to the side. You were panting against his bicep, mouth open and tongue dropping out.
“You don’t gotta beg, sweet darlin’.” He muses. “I wanna watch you fall apart.”
You don’t think anything could have stopped you from cumming once he said that. Even your Chief of Naval Operations entering the room couldn’t have stopped you from falling apart from his words. You bit down on his bicep to stop yourself from getting too loud.
Once you had finally finished and came down from your high, you found you were shaking. Shivers racked your body and Rooster was doing his best to run his hands up and down your arms. He was murmuring kind words in your ear as he did so, trying to help ground you.
“You got one more in you, pretty girl?” He asks as he presses another kiss to your throat.
You nod fervently. You needed another one before you went insane.
He nudged you off him, onto your back as he quickly got off the bed. You were confused for a moment before he repositioned himself on the foot of the bed. He gripped both of your legs, pulling you towards him.
Half expecting him to stand up, you were shocked when you realized he wasn’t standing. He was throwing your legs over his shoulders and kissing your inner thighs. He was about to -
Oh, Christ.
His tongue was like nothing you’d ever felt before. It was probably one of the best things in your entire life and it had just begun.
You were still shaking from your previous orgasm so his lips on your clit had you crying out louder than ever before. One of your hands found his hair while the other was gripping the sheets. His large hands over your thighs were warm and grounding as he continued to fuck his tongue into your hole.
All your bones had turned to jelly and you couldn’t do anything more than lay there, taking all that he was giving you. And he was giving you everything.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He says while coming up for a breath of air.
It was a struggle to lift yourself, propping on an elbow. His mustache was soaked and lips glistening. His eyes were dark and it was intimidating to look at him for longer than a few seconds.
“In the mirror.” He finishes before diving back down.
His back muscles were tensing and it was gorgeous. All you could see was your head over his as his large wingspan covered your body. He really was sculpted like a Greek god.
He ate it messy. Not in a bad way, just messy. The sounds would usually have been a turn off but from him, you wish you could have recorded them to play on repeat. You hadn’t realized when he had removed on of his hands but you did realize when he inserted two fingers inside you.
Your toes curl, back arching. He lets out a low moan as your hips jerk. His lips were sucking your clit while his fingers pumped in and out. You dropped your eyes from the mirror and onto his face.
He looked completely fucked out despite you being the one receiving. His eyes were closed but the look on his face was pure bliss. He licked you up and down, swallowing everything.
When his fingers curled, you were done for. Both your hands gripped his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you as you came. He lets out a shuddering breath as you cum across his fingers and tongue. Despite his eyes still remaining closed, he slowly cleaned you up, careful to not cause too much overstimulation.
His eyes flutter open and you can feel his eye lashes against your thighs. You were panting, completely a wreck.
“Fuck.” He mumbles, gently removing your legs from his shoulders. A brief moment of panic shoots through you. Was he regretting what he’d just done?
You pull yourself back up to the pillows, bringing your knees to your chest in attempt to cover up.
Rooster stood up and you put two and two together. A small wet spot in his crotch made you cover your mouth to stifle a laugh. He’d cum just from eating you out.
“Do you, uh, do you have a change of sweatpants?” You ask slowly.
“No.” He groans, wiping a hand over his face which was still covered in you.
Now you really wanted to laugh. “This ever happen before?”
He lets out a small laugh. “No.”
“You can just take them off.” You offer, slowly uncurling yourself. If you were pantless, it would only be fair for him to be too.
He thinks about it for a moment before slowly stripping.
He was big. You’d always assumed it but seeing it in person was so much different. He was nearly trimmed and part of you wanted to question when he had time for grooming on a carrier but the other part was just happy to see it.
“Stop staring.” He says with a grin as he gets into the bed.
“What? You want me to stare into the mirror some more then?” You tease.
He quickly grabs the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off, no bra underneath, and covers his body with yours.
“Fuck, yes.”
SPIT IN MY FACE!
summary: a short continuation of my previous post cause i couldn’t stop thinking about it 🤭
pairing: hangman x reader, rooster x reader, bob x reader
Hangman
“You’re such a good fucking girl.” Jake groans, wrapping a hand around your hair and pulling your head back.
He had come home pent up after a bad day on the flight line and immediately had you on your hands and knees. You were ashamed to admit how much his frustration turned you on.
“Taking everything I give. God, I love how you feel when you’re like this.” Jake got slightly mouthy when he was really feeling good. While his actions were harsh his words would always be so sweet.
His abuse on your cervix was nonstop as he repositioned you from doggy into missionary. He put a pillow under your hips and the new sensation made you see stars.
“Oh my God,” you cried, throwing an arm over your eyes. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. You needed him to slow down and speed up at the same time.
He leans down, lips pressing against your neck. Bites, licks, and kisses were all being pressed to your jugular and that one spot near your jaw. He was saying something but you couldn’t make anything out. It had been a while since he’d fucked you like this and it was always such a treat when he did.
You hadn’t realized the drool slowly making its way down your cheek until Jake felt it against his.
“I’m fucking you that good, huh?” His eyes were dark and hooded. “Making you feel so good around me you’re drooling.”
You would be embarrassed if you could feel anything other than pleasure at the moment. He was fucking you that good, always did. You’d never been with a man who could make you cum this quickly before. And he always made sure you came.
“Such a messy girl.” He coos, thumb running across your lips. You try to take it but he pulls back quickly. Before you could whine about it - he would always give you what you wanted once you whined - he was licking up the side of your face, taking all your drool with him.
He pulls back ever so slightly, letting a string of saliva drip from his mouth.
You didn’t even think, you couldn’t even think, before opening your mouth wide, trying to catch what he was giving you. Your tongue stuck out, catching the first bit, and the taste of it almost made you finish right then and there. Your heart was racing and you were throbbing before he finally just spit the rest.
It was in your mouth, on your face, in your hair. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to you.
You’d swear you’d seen stars when you came.
Rooster
“I have a 6mg and an 8, which one do you want?” You ask Rooster as you were walking back from the flight deck. You were the smart one who brought Zyns in your flight suit, he was the dumb one who left them in his car to bake in the sun.
“Fuck, give me an 8, that was the worst practice run I’ve done in a while.” He sighs, putting out his hand.
You pop the top off and pass one to him, quickly dipping your tongue in to get one for yourself. The familiar wintergreen flavor immediately enveloped your senses and it was like an instant calm fell over the both of you.
You pushed yours up to the top left while he left his down on his lower. Once you’d made it back into the highbay, you already felt ten times better. Your head was lighter and all the stressors from earlier had melted away.
That was of course - until you swallowed and that particularly nasty first taste hit the back of your throat. It was always the worst, you were aware, the burning sensation that made you wish you had quit years ago. You had to stop yourself from gagging but couldn’t stop the face you made.
“God, I need a fucking water bottle or something.” You groan, knowing the next two times you swallowed were going to be just as bad.
You turn into the storage room that had been repurposed as a lounge and throw yourself onto the couch. It was old and held together by more duct tape than fabric but it still had some foam inside and no one was going to throw it out.
Bradley throws you a water bottle from the mini fridge and sits down next to you. You look at it quizzically for a moment before realizing he hadn’t quite understood what you meant.
“I mean to spit in. First few bits make my jaw hurt.” You explain. He finishes chugging his water before raising a brow.
“You’re a spitter?” You smack him in the arm in mock fury. He laughs, eyes crinkling.
“Shut up, stupid. You know what I mean.”
“No, no, I don’t know. Enlighten me. Our great wing leader is a spitter?”
“I’m gonna put your mouth to better work if you keep talking like that.” You tease. You’d always had a playful relationship with Rooster, always making jokes that had others questioning the nature of your relationship.
“Spit in it then.”
You stopped. You look at him, waiting for him to admit it was all just a joke and you’d go back on your merry way. He didn’t.
“Come on,” he urges. “More nic for me.” He leans his head back, mouth open with a shit eating grin across his face. His eyes are closed and you’re grateful for it so when you quickly straddle his waist it catches him completely off guard.
“You really want it?” You try to muster as much sexual prowess as one could in a flight suit.
He nods, adam’s apple bobbing as he looks at you through hooded eyes.
“Good.” You wrap your fingers around his neck, keeping his head from moving as you spit all the buildup into his awaiting mouth. You can feel his throat contract as he swallows and the reverberations from the low groan he makes.
You lean back, still sitting on his lap, moving your hand from his neck to his shoulders. He was panting slightly, a pleased look on his face.
“God, do that again?” How could you say no?
Bob
You were riding him like it was your job. The Kentucky derby had nothing on you in this moment.
He always looked so pretty underneath you, glasses askew and jaw slack. His hands gripping your hips like a vice as you moved up and down.
“Ugh-ugh, feels so good.” He always got spacey when you took charge like this. A true power bottom in the making at this point.
His lids were drooping as his grip tightened and you could tell he was trying not to come too quickly.
“You like that? Feels good for you, puppy?” You mock.
At the praise, he groans, back arching beautifully and head rolling to the side. He makes some sound of acknowledgement but he’s too far gone to have really understood what you said.
You rake your nails down his chest, feeling how his muscles tense. You’d left marks all over his back before but his chest was something you never dared to destroy. It was too perfect, too beautiful.
He kept making little noises of agreement as his grip on your hips tightened. You knew he was going to cum soon and you loved the sight of him when he did.
You lean forward, shifting the angle even deeper inside you. Pressing your chest against his, it was like you could feel him in your throat. You were his service top through and through and it was your pleasure to drive him insane with his.
“You gonna cum?” You tease, rolling your hips and bouncing ever so slightly. He came quickly when you started to talk dirty. “Gonna fill me up? Such a good boy, Bobby, fuck, you feel so good inside me.”
His mouth was open, bits of drool running down the side. Oh, that just wouldn’t do.
You lean even further down, zero distance between your bodies.
Grabbing him by the chin, you force his head straight. Your mouth was already watering from how delicious he looked so licking the drool from the side of his face was only a raindrop in an ocean.
Using your thumb to pull down his bottom lip, you spit everything into his mouth. He came the moment he swallowed, hips jerking and grip tightening more than you thought possible.
You came quickly afterwards, watching him come undone like that was always such a pleasure. You press a soft kiss to his spit covered lips, grinning softly. He couldn’t do anything more than pant, eyes closed and completely pliant under you.
You’d successfully fucked him dumb.
chat i feel like hangman would spit in your mouth
just
IMAGINE
he’d start out being kinda hesitant about it. messy makeouts where you’d pull away to take a breath and the string of saliva between you two got him rock hard instantly.
the more you did it, the more bold he got. before you could pull away, he’d grab your jaw and let some of the spit drip into your mouth. you were so surprised by it you had no choice but to swallow.
it happened more and more until once it happened completely apropos of nothing. you were sitting on the couch reading and he came up behind you, lighting pushing your head back. you thought he was going to press a kiss to your forehead so imagine your surprise when he pushes down your jaw and just. spit.
ok thank you for reading live laugh love you bye babies
OIL AND WATER
pairing: Bob x Reader
Summary: Your days at the Naval Academy were stressful. You needed some stress relief
"Floyd." You groan as he pushes his thigh between yours.
The two of you had been studying for your midterms in the library, numbers slowly blurring together as your eyes began to close.
Mathematics had never been your strong suit. You had enlisted in the Marines after highschool, did two years and then transferred to the Academy. It had been too long since you'd looked at a math problem and it was biting you in the ass.
Floyd, on the other hand, was a genius when it came to arithmetic. He had offered to tutor you and you had graciously accepted.
That was also how you found yourself in this current predicament.
Putting the textbooks back on the shelf had led to Floyd's arm accidentally trapping you in. Which led to you looking up at him, batting your lashes, and the rest was history.
You were both hungry and tired and stressed. Your life was dedicated to studying and preparing to commission, you didn't have time to do much else. But now, you were taking all the time you wanted.
Floyd's thigh was pressed right between your legs, giving you something to rock your hips against.
The friction felt like heaven. Living with two other girls meant you didn't have much time to get off. He tenses his thigh, giving you something even better to grind on.
Strong arms wrap around you, one pressing against the small of your back while the other gripped the back of your neck. It was so possessive, so needy, so unlike him. It drove you wild.
He presses you higher up against his thigh, his lips never leaving yours.
At a particularly good movement of your hips and his thigh, you gasp, eyes flying open, bodying slumping.
"Shh," He coos. "Can't get caught." He presses a kiss against the side of your mouth. The cool metal of his glasses felt nice against your flushed face.
"Floyd," You mutter. He presses another kiss against your cheek while you try to compose yourself. "Feels so good."
He hums, the hand on your back beginning to rub soothing patterns that you would later think about and think as sweet. But right now, his hands on you, your heart felt like it was going to explode in your chest.
You raised yourself onto your tip toes and he took the opportunity at your new height to lift you more, pressing your back against the shelves. You could feel the shelf beneath your ass, almost like you were sitting on it. Thank God they were bolted to the wall otherwise you were sure you'd knock them over.
It was impossible to stop your hips from moving. You had been so pent up, so long since you'd last felt someone against you.
"Fuh-Floyd." You whisper as your mind short circuts. The friction against your clit was addictive. The hand from your neck came forward to your chest, grabbing your breasts and massaging them through the fabric.
You had never been into that before but the way they fit into his hands felt so right. He moans into your mouth and the sound gave you the encouragement to get more handsy yourself.
Your hands grab his wasit, thumbs running across his abdominals. In this position, it was easier to move his hips on your own accord.
You were never one to act out on emotions like this, but with Floyd, it was easy to drop your resolve. You didn't have to be the hard ass everyone knew you as. You didn't have to hold your bearing as he kissed you like the world was soon ending.
Floyd kept you moving against him until the feeling bubbled up into your throat. Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You groan, head rolling back. The books behind you softened the blow ever so slightly. No amount of pain could take you away from this moment.
"That's it, that's a good girl." Bob was saying. "Come on, get yourself off on me. Good girl." He stretched out the 'o' in the final good, western accent slowly making its appearance. Your hooded eyes found his face only to realize he wasn't even looking at you, he was looking at your hips. Why not give him a show?
Your hips swivel, spelling out your name, first and last, before it became too much.
"Come on, good girl." His accent was in full swing and you felt more like he was taming a horse than talking to you.
"Floy-" You weren't able to even get his name out before his hand slapped over your mouth. It was a good thing he did because you came with a moan only a few moments after and he was able to muffle the sound.
Your eyes closed, head falling forwards this time onto his shoulder.
You felt his chest shudder as his hands gripped your ass like a vice. He pulled you up against him one last time and before you could cry out about the overstimulization, he came into his trousers.
He slowly let you down, hands moving to your waist. His glasses went askew as he placed his forehead against yours. You both were panting but it was the best feeling you've had in a while.
"Good job being quiet." He chuckles.
"Good job keeping me quiet." You reply, looping your arms around his shoulders and around his neck.
"There's uh...there's a 96 coming up soon. Want to do something?" His voice was small, like he was almost expecting rejection.
You press a small kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"As long as I don't have to be quiet."
I am now absolutely obssessed with your fics. It's eating my brain. Thank you for posting them 😭❤️❤️❤️
youre too sweet omg 😭
finna inspire me to write another fic 🫶🫶
TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN
pairing: bob x reader
summary: literally just porn :3
The vibrator pressed against your clit along with Bobs tongue fucking inside your needy hole was probably going to be the death of you.
His glasses had become fogged from how long he'd been going down on you but even blind, he knew how to please.
His hands were grasping at your thighs like they were the only thing keeping him grounded to earth. He loved how soft they were in his callused hands and you loved the bruises they left when all was said and done.
"Bobby - Robert - please." You weren't sure why you were begging, he always let you cum whenever and wherever. The way your core would pulse against his tongue was more of a high than pulling 6 g's ever would be.
He didn't even justify your cries with a response, only pressed down more on the vibrator. You knew you were probably crushing his head between your thighs but his moaning told you that he wasn't really complaining all that much.
The pleasure became too much and you knew you were going to cum soon. Your hand found his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away all at the same time but he was having none of that.
His tongue replaced the vibrator and two fingers found their way inside you, pressing right against your sweet spot. You were finished. It was like Heaven came down to earth and you were basking in all it's glory.
"Oh my God, I love you so much. You're such a good boy for me. God, you're so fucking good." You babbled.
It was like your high was never ending. Even after he pulled away, you felt the loss but couldn't stop shaking.
"Cum inside me. Please, please, I need you to cum inside me right now." Your head was swimming. Blame it on your ovulation or randomly, newly discovered breeding kink, but you were going crazy thinking about him filling you up.
He looks up at you over his glasses, the bottom half of his face completely soaked. "You really want that?"
You nod vigorously. "Robert Samuel Floyd if you don't cum inside me right now I will go find someone who will."
That was all the coaxing he needed.
He immediately gets up, positioning your hips underneath a pillow and slotting himself between your thighs. His dick was red and leaking from rubbing against your comforter for so long. You would always lose track of time the moment he got his hands on you.
"So wet." He murmurs like he wasn't the one who made you this way. "Such a pretty pussy, all spread out for me. Gonna fill you up so good."
You bite your lip to stiffle the groan. Your core was still pulsing from your previous orgasm and you needed another one.
Bob slowly presses into you, making you both groan. His breath began to pick up - a tell tale sign he was trying to keep himself from cumming embarrassingly quick.
"You're so tight." He pants.
You reach for his biceps only to have him tangle his fingers into yours. He places your hands above your head, making your back arch more, allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside you. You gasp, breath hitching.
His hips start to move slowly, pulling all the way out so you can feel every inch go back in.
"Robert, please." You whine. "Need you to cum inside me."
His pupils dialate even more than you thought was possible. A feral look in his eyes takes over as his pace picks up.
"I'm gonna cum fast." He warns, almost sheepishly.
"I take it as a compliment." You moan out, head rolling back as he continues his abuse on your cervix. A laugh bubbles in his chest which quickly gets replaced with a groan as he does exactly as he says and cums inside you.
3 minutes was a record but you really did take it as a compliment that you could make him lose composure so quickly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He pants.
You can't help but laugh. "Its okay Bobby."
He shakes his head, pulling out. He stares in awe as a combination of yours and his fluid drips out on you onto the bed. "You need to cum again." was the only warning you got before he dove back down to your pussy, licking and sucking like his life depended on it.
From the previous orgasm just five minutes ago and the feeling of him inside you, you could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten.
"Oh my God, I love you so much." You cry. "So good."
Bob just moans in response, finding the discarded vibrator and immediately pressing it against your clit. It took him about two minutes and a spelling of his name with his tongue to get you cumming again.
He sucks up your release, before pressing a light hand around your throat. Your mouth opens slightly in shock and he takes the opportunity to spit everything into your mouth.
It was so hot, so messy, so vulgar. So unlike him.
After you swallowed, you stared up at him. He was so pretty it hurt. "What's gotten into you?" You chuckle. Not like it was a bad thing, you'd just never seen him so unhinged before.
"I don't know." He admits. "Roosters just announced his wifes pregnancy, I think that just got into my head a little."
You smile, running your hand across his cheek.
"Round two?"
can't stop thinking about bob coming back from deployment and cumming the moment he sees your pretty pussy <3
fic time
JOYRIDE
Pairing: Rooster x Reader
Summary: i saw someone pop an upper decky zyncchino and couldn’t stop thinking about this <3 (heavy makeout but no smut)
Fuck.
The PX closed about 3 minutes ago and you were out of Zyns. This was probably the universe trying to tell you to quit but the itching need was overpowering any other power than may be.
You had known you were running out but instead of stocking up, you told yourself you’d just buy more when the time came.
Groaning, you get back into your truck. Maybe there was a gas station nearby still open. Most closed around 2000 on base so you’d be lucky to find one open.
You threw your truck into drive and sped off towards the closest one.
Unfortunately, by the time you made it there, you were 8 minutes too late.
Cursing yourself, you decided to at least fill up your tank in order to not make the whole trip worthless. You pulled into a station and began filling. Moments later, a familiar looking Bronco pulls up, and the one and only steps out.
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw.
“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirks.
You and Rooster hadn’t had the best track record. He was a pilot and you were a chief warrant officer of the fire fighters. He liked to pull stunts that gave you and your crew heart attacks. The amount of calls you’d get due to him alone was concerning.
“I needed Zyns.” You explain, not looking up, too scared that if you gave him the time of day, he’d see right through you.
Obviously the man was hot. You’d be blind if you couldn’t see it. All your arguing would make you hot and bothered and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about his late at nights.
He hums. “I have a few extras. But they’re back at my place.”
You perk up before thinking about it. “If this is a cheap excuse to get me back to your place, it’s not working.”
He laughs. God, he laughs. It’s the best sound you’d ever heard.
“No, I promise. Just Zyns.”
You still weren’t convinced. “What flavor?”
“Spearmint.”
Rolling your eyes, you close your gas cap. “Basic white girl.”
He laughs again and you want to praise the sweet Lord above. "You want them or not?"
You check your watch. No where close would still be open. Of course, you could wait until tomorrow morning to buy some or get some from some of your coworkers but the idea was tempting.
Against your better judgement, you reply, "Ok, lead the way."
Rooster smiles like he'd just won the lottery, finishes filling up before getting in his Bronco and driving off. You follow close behind, heart racing about the implications of going over the Bradshaws house.
It's just for Zyns. That's all it is. Your crazy nicotine addiction. Just Zyns.
Rooster pulls into the driveway as you park on the street. You shove your hands into your hoodie pockets to keep them from shaking. From the cold, of course. You try to act nonchalant as you walk up to his open door. Do you go inside? He hadn't invited you but he also left the door open. You decide to stand in the door frame, one foot almost out the door so you can make a quick escape if you need to.
Rooster comes back with his tin, popping them open. He takes one out and places it on his tongue. You hated the way you felt when you watched him. A warm feeling began to ignite in your lower belly.
Control yourself. Just get your stupid little pouch and get out.
“Ah shit, that was my last one.” He says. You can see the way his tongue moves to press the Zyn firmly in place. The glint in his eye tells you he knew all along he only had one left.
“You’re such an asshole.” You tell him, crossing your arms.
He looks you up and down. “Wanna share it?”
Your eyes widen ever so slightly. A laugh escapes you. “What?”
“You heard me. You wanna share it?” His voice came out so sweet but his words held different implications entirely.
You uncross your arms. “And how do you propose we do that exactly?”
His tongue manipulates the Zyn again, pulling it down from his upper lip so you can see it pressing against his teeth. He looked like every barrack bunnies wet dream.
“We share it.” He says. Like that cleared everything up.
“Oh okay, thank you, that makes so much sense. I really understood th-“
Before you could finish, he cuts you off with a harsh kiss. There was no time to be sweet. No time for introductions, it was immediately dirty.
The moment he deepens it, he swaps the Zyn to your mouth. You pull back, shocked. It stays on your tongue for a few moments before you pop it into your bottom lip.
Well you definitely hadn’t been expecting that.
“Share it.” He repeats.
Your heart was racing. It finally occurred to you what had just happened. Rooster had kissed you. He kissed you. And you liked it. Really liked it.
You wanted to do it again.
Subconsciously, you suck on the Zyn, swallowing the sweet spearmint flavor. Rooster watches as your throat contrasts. Such a simple action, but the way he was looking at you was so dirty. You loved every second.
"You want it back?" You ask, trying to keep yourself calm and collected.
For the first time, you saw a crack in his bearing. His eyes widened ever so slightly and you could hear a slight hitch in his breath. "Yeah." He admits, pulling you in by the waist.
Your arms go around his neck, firmly pressing your chest against him. That warm feeling in your core begins to ignite and you resist the urge to grind against his thigh.
His chest was heaving with every breath. You felt strangely proud for making this Naval aviator into nothing more than a horny teenager until you realized you were doing the same thing.
Rooster stared down at you, eyes flicking between yours and your lips.
"If you want it, you're gonna have to take it." You say, tilting your head to the side in a rush of confidence. His large hands massage your waist and you're sure if your heart rate picks up anymore, you might just die.
He smirks under that stupid mustache. "I think I can manage that."
With the height difference, damn him for being so tall, he has to lean down to connect your lips. You stand on your toes ever so slightly to make up for the distance and the moment he notices what you're doing, his hands go under your ass, giving you an extra boost.
Yours hands fist into the back of his hair and the collar of his shirt, using anything you can find to ground yourself in this moment. You wanted to live in it forever. You would never be able to taste peppermint again without thinking about this.
You move the Zyn from your bottom lip to allow him easy access to take it back. He does, graciously, and you swear the way his tongue touches yours could ruin you for any other man ever again.
When you break apart again, a string of saliva connects the two of you. It would usually gross you out but the way his eyes were completely blown stopped you. If swapping spit could turn him on like this, you'd never complain about the sanitary aspect of it ever again.
"I've been thinking about this for a while." He admits, massaging your ass. Your mind short circuits. Not only from the touch, but from his words.
You'd hate to admit you'd been thinking about it for a while too.
"I think I want the Zyn back." You wished you could have come up with some witty reply but your brain wasn't working as fast as it usually did.
"Take it."
So you did.
guys i saw someone pop an upper decky spearmint zyn and i can’t stop thinking about it brb im writing a fic
y'all I was looking up the most common kinks to get inspiration for my next fic fully expecting normal things like "dom/sub", "teacher/student"
TELL ME WHY C0CK B@LL TO4TURE IS ONE OF THE FIRST LISTED
SLUMBER PARTY
Pairing: Bob x Reader
Summary: Phoenix left some aphrodisiac brownies at your house - you accidentally eat one
DISCLAIMER: yeah i got no fwicking clue how aphrodisiacs work so this is more of a crack post than anything don’t take it too seriously
“You brought brownies!” You squeal, running up to hug your best friend.
Phoenix was carrying a small box of brownies that were perfectly decorated with powdered sugar. Your mouth was watering just looking at them.
“Hands off!” She cries, holding them over her head. “It’s a gift for someone. I’m going to a bachelorette party later.”
You pout. “Not even one?”
“Not even one.”
The two of you head inside, catching up on things and discussing plans for your next official leave. You were trying to schedule a trip with everyone down to Sanibel island off the coast of Florida but Hangman was being difficult and said the time he’d spent in Pensacola had been enough to last a lifetime.
You helped Phoenix get ready for the party, doing her makeup for her. Having grown up with four older brothers, Phoenix had never had time to play with makeup. You didn’t mind - in fact, you loved doing makeup for other people.
After about 45 minutes, a phone rang. Phoenix picks hers up only to find that it was your phone that was ringing.
You grab it off the vanity and check the caller ID.
Bob.
You show your phone to Phoenix who grins wildly. She’s known about your crush on her WSO ever since she had introduced you.
“Hello?” You ask tentatively. It was rare that he’d call you. Typically, he’d call someone else and ask them to ask you something.
“Hey, uh, sorry this is weird for me to call. I was just wondering -“
Your heart was beating out of your chest. You looked at Phoenix, silently pleading with her for help.
‘Put him on speaker’ She mouths. You quickly do so, holding your breath lest he notices the change.
“I have your credit card. You left it at the Hard Deck last night and Penny gave it to me. I was wondering when would be a good time to drop it off?”
‘Right now!’ Phoenix mouths.
‘Right now?’ You mouth back, looking at the state of your room and yourself in the mirror. She nods frantically, turning around and quickly reorganizing your things back into the drawers.
“Umm…well I’m home right now if you wanted to bring it over.” You hoped you came across at least slightly suave instead of a panicking mess.
“Oh!” Bob sounded caught off guard. “Yeah, I can do that. Do you want me to leave it in your mailbox?”
Phoenix whips her head around. ‘No!’
“No? I mean, no! I’ve uh…been having a lot of mail theft recently. You can never been too careful.”
Bob hummed. “Mail theft is a huge deal. You should report it. I remember my sister had a problem with that for a while too.”
Bless. his. heart.
“Yeah…” Your voice died off, trying to figure out if this actually was real life or simply some dream. Bob was coming over. Your heart fluttered at the idea. “So! Um, when should I expect you?”
“Maybe like 30 minutes? I just left the PX and rush hour is kinda crazy at this time of day.”
Phoenix was grinning wickedly. She gave you two thumbs up and the look in her eyes told you that maybe this wasn’t a terrible idea.
You made a noise of agreeance in the back of your throat. “Sounds perfect.”
The next 30 minutes of your life we’re some of the most stress inducing you’d ever faced. You wanted everything to be perfect. Phoenix had high tailed it out of there, nearly forgetting her purse, and you sped cleaned the whole house like the president was coming to visit.
Sure, he was probably just going to come to the door, drop off your card, and leave but the small glimmer of hope you held made you clean. Maybe this time you’d actually have the balls to ask him to come inside.
A soft knock at your door announced his arrival. You scrambled from the couch, brushing down your shirt and fixing your hair before answering the door.
“Hey!” He choked out, taking in your figure. Your flight suit was pretty conservative along with you cammies. It was a rare occasion for him to see you in your civilian clothes. “This is for you.”
You took the card from him, careful to not accidentally brush his hand with yours.
“Thank you so much, I don’t know how I could have forgotten this.” You quickly shove the card into your back pocket for safe keeping.
He quickly shoved his hands in his front pocket and shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.”
You nodded, unsure of what to say and didn’t trust yourself to not randomly blurt out an ‘I love you’, so you settled for an awkward silence.
After you both had stared at each other for far too long, he gave you a quick nod and started to pivot away. “Well, guess I’ll see you back at in on Monday.”
Damn it, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to invite him in and talk and maybe watch a movie and hold hands a little. Not have him walk away after less than a minute on your doorstep.
“Do you wanna come in?” You blurt out, surprising not only him but also yourself. “I have to give you something as an appreciation. I probably have a beer or something.” Fucking dumbass.
He turned back towards you, removing his hands from his pockets.
“I won’t take a beer but I will take a water.”
You stepped out of the doorframe allowing room for him to enter. “I do in fact also have water.”
He entered and then followed as you walked to the kitchen. It was small but good enough to make borderline decent meals. You weren’t much of a chef anyways and ate at the chow hall more than you’d care to admit.
“Do you want ice and a glass or just a bottle?” You ask, turning to the cupboard.
“Just a glass, no ice.” He said, taking in your decor.
This wasn’t a permanent lodging, just for the time you’re stationed here, but you still liked to decorate a little bit. Felt more like something you could call home.
You poured a glass and handed it to him, brushing his fingers as you did.
Your heart picked up from the slight touch and you cursed yourself for being such a child. You were a Naval aviator, you should be able to touch someone without having your mind go completely blank. Yet alas. Your mind was gone the moment his fingers touched yours.
He took a sip, then motioned with his chin to a tupperware sitting on the counter. “You just make those?”
You tilted your head, confused on how the hell a tupperware ended up on your counter. You went to inspect it only to find they were the brownies Phoenix had brought over for the bachelorette party. She must have forgotten them in her hurry to leave.
“Uh, these actually aren’t even mine.” You admit, wondering if it would be worth calling her back for them or not. She’d probably already be there by now. Guess if she really wanted them she would have called and asked. “Phoenix made them. She stopped by earlier and I guess she left them.”
His shoulders slumped a little bit at the news.
“But it doesn’t seem like she’s gonna come back for them any time soon and it would be a real shame to waste them.” You quickly follow up. The look on his face was worth it. You didn’t really want a brownie but you knew he wouldn’t eat one if you didn’t.
You pulled two paper towels and grabbed a brownie for the both of you, handing one to him and smelling yours. God, it smelled so good. Were these really made by Phoenix? They smelled like they were made by chocolatiers from some fancy Paris bakery.
“To Bob, for returning my card.” You said as a mock toast. He raised his brownie in turn before you took a bite in tandem.
Holy shit - they tasted even better than they smelled.
You quickly finished yours before grabbing a glass of water for yourself.
Bob stayed for a while, chatting in your kitchen about everything and anything. The conversation was completely normal so it was surprising when you felt the intense need to get off.
Your heart rate picked up rapidly and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your replies slowly turned from interesting, full and comprehensive sentences, to a mix of ‘mhm’ and ‘oh yeah’. God, why couldn’t you get control of yourself?
“Do you wanna go sit down?” You gasp out, fingers gripping the cup for dear life.
“Yeah, good idea.” Bob was looking much more pale than usual but you chocked that up to your terrible lighting and white countertops.
The two of you sat in the living area, a far enough distance from each other on the couch to make it awkward. You pulled your knees to your chest, hoping that the squeezing of your thighs would be able to help alleviate some of the feeling.
What was happening? You typically had self control but this was excessive. God, you needed a cold shower.
“So - uh - how’s your sister?” You also, trying to think of the least sexy topic.
“Good.” His reply was short and quick. His chest was heaving slightly, looking like he had just run a mile. Was he feeling the same thing you were? His composure seemed to be dissolving just like yours. “Sorry, I’m just a little bit warm. Do you mind if I take this off?” He gestured to his sweater, lightly tugging at the bottom.
You screamed internally. “Of course.” Fuck, once he mentioned heat, your whole body exploded and you needed to take a polar plunge.
Even once his sweater was off, he kept readjusting.
“I’ll turn a fan on.” The moment you stood, you knew something was really wrong. Your legs were like jello. Your heart was racing as your body ached with desperation.
The fan did little to help you cool off and the feeling was simply just getting worse. You had been talking about something, taxes maybe? Something that should have been a complete turn off but Bob was looking at you like he wanted to ravish you.
Your voice trailed off when you realized he wasn’t even paying attention to what you were saying and you couldn’t even remember where your sentence had died off.
“I’m so sorry, I promise I’m trying to listen, I don’t…” He was audibly panting, adjusting his collar. “Fuck, can I kiss you?”
The heat between your thighs was like nothing you’d ever felt before. “Mhm.” You manage to nod, trying desperately to not go insane. You needed his hands on you, like, yesterday.
In an instant, he pulled you into a lip bruising kiss, bucking his hips the moment you straddled him. He was so hard already, you were surprised by how needy he was before anything had even happened.
You kissed like the world was going to end. Like you needed each other like some sort of drug.
His hands found your waist, massaging your sides. You couldn’t help but grind your hips down on his, relishing the sounds he made. When his fingers slipped under your shirt, cold hands touching your warm skin, you gasped into his mouth.
“I need you so bad.” He whined.
“Say it again.” The pounding in your chest increased rapidly at his admission.
“I - I need you. Oh my God.” He cried as you bit down on the soft spot beneath his ear. “You can’t keep doing that.”
You smirk, dragging your tongue along the sensitive spot. “This?”
His whole body shook as he pulled you down tighter against him. “Y-yeah, that.” You couldn’t tell if the movement of your hips was your doing or his strong hands, pushing and pulling you back and forth.
“Can I take your shirt off?” He begs.
“God, yes, please.” You reply. His hands quickly pulled your t-shirt up and over, throwing it somewhere across the room.
Seeing your chest turned him feral. In an instant, his eyes darkened and all inhibition was gone.
“Jesus Christ.” He mutters, cupping your chest through your bra and squeezing. “I could die in between these.”
“Fuck me first.” You pant. You felt like your whole body was on fire. You needed friction, for him to touch you, anything.
He leaned forward and licked from the center of your chest slowly up your neck. You’d never had anyone else do anything like that but it was hot all the same. A strong hand lightly gripped your throat, pressing down enough to feel something but not enough to cut off any blood flow.
“God, you’re gorgeous. Could keep you on my lap forever.” He growls.
Something about the possessiveness made your mind short circuit.
“Robert.” You moan, pressing yourself down again. Every nerve was on fire. You were on fire. You were going to burn and you were going to burn with him.
“I got you, honey.” His southern drawl slowly making its way into his speech. You’d always been interested in saving a horse and riding a cowboy, and now seemed like a good time to try it.
You smashed your mouths back together and began pawing at the bottom of his shirt. You wanted it off but you didn’t want to peel yourself away from him.
He made quick work of the buttons on your shorts, pulling down the zipper and pressing two fingers against you. It felt so good - too good - and you needed him now.
"Please, please, please." You were begging a man, and you couldn't care less.
“I got you baby, you don’t need to beg. I’ll give it to you. Fuck, gonna give it to you so good.” His fingers were inside you, working you open, thumb pressing against your clit.
You threw your head back, groaning in agony and pleasure as he presses against your g-spot.
“Gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles more to himself than anyone else. You were riding his fingers like a pro, swiveling your hips and grinding down like you’d done it a hundred times before.
“I need…I need you in me.” You moan out.
“I am in you.” He teases, biting down on your shoulder.
This cocky little son of a - “Robert Jameson Floyd.” You whine again. You’d never been reduced to whining and begging before but suddenly, it was the only thing you could do.
He groans when you call him by his full name. His fingers pull out, tapping your folds a few times before being pulled from your shorts completely. He lifts them and - damn him - sticks them into his mouth, acting as if it was the most delicious thing he’d had all week. “You need to take these off.”
Brilliant idea.
You stand, quickly removing your shorts and panties in a fluid move. He unbuckles his jeans and pushes them down. His boxers came off almost immediately afterwards and your eyes went wide.
You’d known he was pretty. Hell, he was probably the prettiest man you’d ever seen, but you didn’t realize that every inch of him was going to be pretty. And big.
You swallow, eyes flicking up to meet his. He was panting, looking at you and you realized you didn’t feel self conscious at all. You felt good, safe, and sexy. You’d probably ask to marry him if he could fuck you as good as he was saying he could.
“How’d you want this?” He asks.
“You’re from Texas, right?” You ask and he nods. “I’ve always been interested in saving horses.”
He throws his head back, laughing. “If it weren’t you standing naked in front of me right now, I’d be getting up and leaving. That was the worst thing I’ve ever heard. Get over here.”
You suppress a laugh, sitting back down on his lap, feeling him hard as a rock underneath you. "Your shirts coming off." You say, pulling at it.
He removes his glasses, shaking his head lightly, tousling his hair even more than your hands had. With or without his glasses, he made it hard to breathe. When he removes his shirt, you were sure he'd knocked the wind out of you entirely.
Your mind couldn't think of anything to say so you opted for leaning down and capturing him into another kiss. His large hands wrap around your side, kneading the flesh beneath. You had began rocking your hips back and forth without even realizing it until his hand stopped you.
"I want to get inside you before I come from just this." He admits, resting his forehead against yours.
You nod, still unable to form coherent thoughts. "Yeah, yeah that's a good idea."
You lift your hips as he lines himself up. Much to your pleasure, he didn't force you down and allowed for you to go at your own pace. It had been a while and you were tight. He hisses through his teeth as you sink down.
"Fit inside me so good." You tell him. He throws his head back, letting out a low moan. You were glad he wasn't the type of man who tried to silence himself. He sounded so beautiful. "Could stay here forever."
"Fuck me first." He says, bucking his hips ever so slightly, echoing your words from earlier.
Who were you to decline such a polite request?
You lift yourself up, enjoying how his eyes immediately snap down to watch where you're connected. The grip on your hips tightens as you go back down.
It felt like your senses were heightened. Every inch of him was sending flames through you. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and Bob looked no better.
He was watching intensely as you moved, mouth ajar. You press your hands against his chest and lean forward ever so slightly. The change of angles makes you see stars.
"Oh my God." You cry out. He felt impossibly deep and so, so good.
"Feels better than I ever thought possible." He groans. "Just like you were made for me."
"Thought about this before?" You tease, spelling your name with your hips. What size ring was he?
Bob's hand leaves your waist and trails down to your clit. "Often." With a light pinch, you're doubling over, crying out with a mix of broken moans and his name.
"You're gonna make me come fast if you keep doing that." You warn him. As much as you wanted to come, the thought of this being over made you want to hold off as long as possible.
He pinches again. "I'm no better, darlin. Come whenever, I'll be right behind you." The feeling of him inside you was making you crazy. You were losing your mind and felt entirely content with it. "Fuck, keep doing that."
Your orgasm was rapidly approaching. You'd never come this quickly before and it would be embarrassing if Bob weren't so stunningly handsome and crying out just as much as you were. Sweat was beading on his forehead, causing his baby hairs to stick down.
You run your hand across his head, moving both the hairs and his head back. He looks at you, all fucked out, and the sight alone is perfect shower head masturbation material for the next few months.
"You're so beautiful." He says, his eyes glazed over, like he couldn't believe that you were real. "Can't believe this is real."
You moan in agreeance. This was beyond your wildest dreams. You would have never imagined this as a possible scenario for how the day would go. Part of you began to worry this was all a dream and you'd wake up to find your credit card was in your wallet the whole time.
He shifted and your world exploded. He was deeper than you ever thought possible. God, it felt so good. So, so good. Too good.
"Robert, I'm gonna come." You cry out, gripping his shoulders like a vice. His lips wrap around your chest, sucking and biting down, the harsh breath feeling like Heaven and Hell all at the same time, before he roughly pulls back.
"You gotta get up before I come inside you." He warns, the grip on your hips loosening.
You force your hips back down, tightening your thighs around him. "I'm on the pill, I wanna feel you. Give it to me, please?" You asked it so innocently but your words were filthy.
"Yeah?" He breathes out. "Want me to come inside you? Fill you up?" You clench around him. "You like that, huh? Like the idea of me marking you as mine. Tell me you want it."
"I want it, I want it." You chant. "Please give it to me. Need to feel you inside me."
He takes your other breast into his mouth, bouncing you with more urgency. "Gonna fill you up so good." You hear him mumble around you.
He pinches your clit and you're a goner. Your orgasm rips through you and you're coming harder than you've come before around him. You can tell you're saying something but your mind is so blank, you're not quite sure what it is.
"Holy fuck." He moans, hips stilling as you feel him come inside you.
You're both panting, resting foreheads against each other. You can feel him spilling out but make no effort to move. This was something you'd want to savor for as long as you lived. A size 10 ring would probably fit him nicely.
He presses a kiss to your cheek. His hands pull your hair from your face back into a makeshift pony tail from where it had been sticking to your neck with sweat before letting it fall. "You're amazing."
You laugh lightly, never having been told that after getting absolutely railed before. "I think that belongs to you. I've never had someone make me come that quickly before."
"Same." He agrees. He finds his glasses, putting them on and blinking rapidly to readjust his vision. "A goddess, for sure."
You laugh and swat at his chest. "A cowboy, for sure." He groans, rolling his head back.
“Oh, who the fuck is calling me right now?” You breathed out as your phone began ringing, pulling you from your lovely little bubble. Your heart dropped when you saw who it was. It was Phoenix. You didn't get off him, simply grabbing your phone from the table and answering “Hello?”
“Hey girl, I’m so sorry I just realized I left the brownies at your place! Don’t eat them okay? They’re for a prank.” Her voice was rushed as she got out every word.
“What do you mean ‘they’re for a prank’?”
“They’re aphrodisiac.”
Ah.
TOO SWEET
pairing: bob x reader
summary: bobs just too sweet
“You’re just,” you struggle to find the right words. “too sweet.”
Bob furrows his brow. “Too sweet?” He asks, placing down his tea.
“Yeah, that’s you’re problem. You’re too sweet. You let people walk over you. You need to have a bit of a backbone if you want to be respected.” You explain.
The two of you were sitting in his living room, having just come back from a morning run. You hated cardio - weight lifting was a much better workout in your opinion - but Bob was a runner and had wanted you to join him for a run for so long you finally gave in.
His Naval Academy shirt was faded in stark contrast to his blue PT shorts. You’d never be caught dead in PT uniform outside of the work day but somehow he made it work.
During the run, he had been explaining how this new command was trying to keep him from hops and began training him as an unmanned aircraft system operator. Of course, it was nice to have this extra knowledge but he was a WSO and should be treated as such. He talked for most of the run, mainly because you couldn’t speak for more than three sentences without getting winded, so now was your time to offer advice.
“There’s nothing wrong with being firm.” You sip your now lukewarm coffee, making a flippant gesture with your hand.
Bob shifted in his seat. “I don’t want to seem belligerent. It is a good opportunity.”
“But it’s keeping you from your primary job.” You roll your eyes. “Come on, Bobby, you don’t actually want to be some drone operator, do you?”
His eyes dipped. “No.”
“There you go!” You exclaim. “Tell them that. Exactly like that. You want to be a WSO. You’re amazing at your job anyways, they’d be stupid to keep you from it.”
A light dust of pink began to cover Bobs’ cheeks. You knew he had a hard time receiving compliments and always tried to brush them off. Your current attempts at getting him to accept compliments was exposure therapy and you tried to interject as many as possible during your conversations.
“I’m not that good…” He mumbles into his tea as he takes another sip.
You snap your fingers at him, shaking your head. “This is what I mean. You’re letting people get into your head. Take the compliment.” He dipped his head lower, taking another lengthy sip to avoid speaking. “This is where you say, ‘You’re right’ and ‘Thank you, I know I’m amazing’.”
“I can’t say that if it’s not true.”
You couldn’t tell if you wanted to kill him or squish him. He was so adorable and yet made you want to pull your hair out. It was quite a confusing mix.
“Robert. For once, if you’ve ever loved me, take the compliment.” You say, placing down your cup.
He shrugs a little which makes you gasp in mock horror before he smiles. “Of course I love you but it’s just hard to accept.”
You shrink back in your seat, crossing your legs. “Who hurt you?” You mumble more to yourself than to him. “Have you ever taken a compliment?”
“Of course!” He cries.
You raise a brow. “Three examples, now.”
“One, when I received my acceptance to the Academy and had my college counselor beaming with pride. She told me I had done well.” He looked proud of himself remembering that one. “Two, when I graduated and my grandmother came to see me, she said that I was the smartest in the family. And three, when I-“ His voice cut off and his ears went red.
“When?” You press, leaning forward ever so slightly.
He waves you off. “Let me think of something else. It was a bad example.”
“No, no, no,” you push. “Tell me.”
He turned away, unable to meet your eyes. “When I…I went…” his voice was growing smaller by the second. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand ever so slightly before finishing the statement. “on a girl and she called me a good boy.”
You couldn’t stop the laughter that came out of you. You’d never assumed Bob would have a praise kink, and especially not one that consisted of him being called a good boy.
“I’m sorry.” You weren’t. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”
Bob was completely red by this point, opting to drink his tea rather than respond.
“I mean, were you being a good boy?” He chokes.
Sputtering, he looks at you, eyes full of panic. “I can’t answer that!”
“Oh, come on, you can tell me. I told you about my…incidents.” Incidents was a polite way to put it. Bob was the first person you’d go to whenever something had gone awry during on of your hookups due to his understanding and nonjudgmental nature. No matter what you’d say, he’d listen and nod, telling you it was always the mans fault and even though you might have called him someone else’s name, it was his problem for not having a more memorable name.
“I think I was.” He says quietly, shrugging ever so slightly.
“I bet you were.” You hum, finishing off your coffee.
Bob just stares, eyes wide and lips slightly apart. His breath hitched as he tried to form a coherent sentence. A sound that slightly resembles “Huh?” come from him and you roll your eyes.
“You’re always such a good boy, Bobby.” You mean it as a joke. You were saying it in a slightly mocking tone. So why did the words feel so right? Why were they so smooth on your lips? And why - God, why - did they seem to have such an impact on both you and him?
Something changed in his eyes. They glossed over with a feeling you didn’t think you’d ever see in him. Desire. Need.
“Say it again.” It wasn’t a question, he was demanding. Damn his pretty blue eyes.
You swallow hard. This had implications. You could tell how badly he needed it and what it was doing to him. You didn’t want to just fuck with his emotions. But you did mean it. He was a good boy. He’d always helped you with reports and post-flight write ups. He always went out of his way to make sure you were okay. He was such a good boy.
“You’re a good boy.”
His breath was coming out a bit harder now, and his hands had curled into fists like he was trying to keep himself from reaching out and touching you. Not like that would have been a bad thing.
“Can…” His voice failed him. He tried again. “Can I show you?”
“Show me how you’re a good boy?” You ask. Your heart was starting to race. You’d never seen this side of him before. He nods fervently. “Okay.”
It was barely a whisper. You weren’t even sure if a sound came out or you’d just mouthed the words but once you’d said them, that was all he needed.
He grabs you by the back of the head, tangling his fingers through your hair, and pulls you into a lip bruising kiss. This was definitely not sweet. This was needy, urgent, like he wanted to devour you. You kissed back, allowing yourself to melt into him. He was taking and you’d give him everything.
He leaned farther into you, pressing you backwards until you were laying on the couch. He was over you, pressing all his body weight down, and you could feel what suspiciously felt like him grinding against your thigh.
Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Your hips buck up, desperately trying to chase the friction against him.
His glasses felt cold against your skin and you smiled ever so slightly.
He moans into your mouth and pulls a hand from your hair down to your chest. Your hands grip into his shirt as he paws at you, feeling your ribs, waist, hips, anything he can get his hands on.
“Need to taste you.” He groans out, like it was paining him not to be nose deep within you. “Bet you taste so good.”
You’d never seen a man so worked up before. Bob was panting like he was in heat. And it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I’m still sweaty.” You say between a laugh. He moved down to your neck, nipping at the soft skin, finding any open area and leaving a mark. He groans, pressing himself down against your thigh again.
“Bet it just makes you taste better.”
Your mind was short circuiting. Was this really the same Bob who once cried while watching a nature documentary because a penguin carried around a rock instead of an egg? The same Bob who called you when he got drunk to confess that he’d once stolen a phone charger from some gas station during a cross country trip when he’d lost his wallet at a Waffle House? Somehow, it was.
And this same Bob was pushing your shirt up and pulling your shorts down.
He looks up at you and it was a sight to behold. His mouth was slightly ajar, and his pupils blown completely wide.
“Hold these?” He asks, taking off his glasses and passing them up to you. You put them on, more as a joke than anything, but the moment he saw you wearing them, he surges forwards and kisses you again.
“So pretty.” He moans. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
You would normally feel self conscious but something about him made you feel so safe and secure. You trusted him with everything. He really was -
“Such a good boy.” You murmur as he began sliding down your body again. He stops, dropping his head so his forehead presses against your lower abdomen.
“Again.” He whispers. You could feel his breath tickling ever so slightly.
“Fuck, Robert, you’re such a good boy.” Your hand runs through his hair, pulling slightly before letting go.
He lets out a whimper before getting back to the task at hand, removing your shorts entirely, leaving you in just your underwear with your shirt pushed all the way up. He finds his place between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. It probably wasn’t the most comfortable position for him but in that moment, you were sure he couldn’t care less.
He licks you through your panties, moaning when your legs tense around his head.
“Please.” You moan when his tongue presses especially well against your clit. “Need you so bad.”
He eyes flit up to yours again, his glasses having fallen partially down your face so you could see just over the rims, and it was a miracle you didn’t come right then and there.
Feral, a man possessed.
He doesn’t even bother taking them off properly, he just pulls your panties to the side and dives in.
It was good. God, it was so fucking good. Your hand finds his hair again, pulling him impossibly closer to you. It was like he knew your body better than you did, the way he could alternate between fucking you with his tongue to sucking on your clit.
“Fuck, Robert,” you cry out. “You’re such a good boy. Oh my God, so good. Such a good boy, holy shit.” You were babbling at this point, the words didn’t make much sense in your mind but your mouth just kept moving. “My sweet boy, my good boy, fuck honey, you’re amazing.”
He pulls away and you want to cry. He presses kisses against your thigh while you try to remember how to breath properly.
“You taste so good. Wanna keep you here forever so I can have this forever.” He says.
You nod in agreement. “Please. You can. Anytime you want.”
His groan sends vibrations through you. You’re mind is a daze. Your hand cups his cheek, gently rubbing the side of his face. His stubble feels rough under your skin but the coarseness only makes your heart swell more.
“Gonna make me come like a good boy?” You ask, voice barely a whisper.
He responds by diving back in, tongue licking up your slit, collecting your wetness on his lips. Your back arches again, hips bucking. His glasses begin to slip off but your mind can’t care about anything other than the man who’s head is currently between your legs, showing you more pleasure than any man has shown you before.
He wraps his arm around so that his hands are free and you can feel his biceps tensing under your legs. The thought of his muscles had never turned you on before but suddenly, it caused a rush of heat to shoot through you.
His thumb comes down to play with your clit while his mouth still works your slit. The light teasing circles from his finger was such a different feeling from how his relentless and eager tongue was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
You could feel that cool in your stomach tightening. Your hips were bucking more frequently and when you felt his index finger run across your folds, you knew you were a goner.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Robert, please.” You moan.
“You don’t gotta beg.” He tells you, resting his head on your thigh for a moment, taking you in. His fingers were still working you, keeping you right on the edge. “I’ll give you everything you need.” His accent was thicker than normal and you wanted to see just how deep it could get. Another time though, you didn’t want any distractions from this current event.
When his mouth connects with your clit, you swear it was a religious experience, and you were coming before you even realized it.
“Good boy, good boy, good boy.” You keep repeating as he works you down from your high. Finally, once he deems you to be clean enough, he lifts his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do you uh…do you want anything for yourself?”
He looks to the side sheepishly. “I’m…good.” You sit up quickly and look at him. A wet spot stains his crotch just barely visible in his PT shorts. The thought of him coming just from eating you out sends another wave through you.
Perhaps a five minute intermission before round two wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
