Kirks Boyfriend

FLABBERGASTED

She took me half the way there - P.M

Summary: the reader and paul get caught by john, her brother, doing things that ‘just friends’ don’t do

Pairing: Paul McCartney x reader

Warnings: Sexual content, oral (male receiving), denied orgasm, John walking in on the two in action

Words: 900+

a/n: thoughts and feedback are greatly appreciated, my loves :)

“What if- What if we get caught?” “We won’t get caught, darling, I promise you.”

Constant reassurance and roaming hands were all it took for y/n to give in, Paul’s pretty eyes on her body and puckered lips on her neck could win her over any day. It wasn’t hard in the slightest.

He trailed his lips down the length of her neck, arms desperately finding her waist just to pull her into his lap. She gasped, feeling his hard erection against her bottom, a wave of pride and a small smirk rushing over her, because she knew she did that, it was all her fault.

“Please, Pauly,” She batted her eyelashes, looking up at him with her big, innocent-looking eyes. She knew this would get him all riled up, wanting to fuck her fast and extremely fucking hard. It’s how the both of them liked it. However, when she talked like that, when she put on her innocent act, all he wanted was for her to suck him off till her jaw hurt like hell.

“You gonna make me feel good, doll?” He stroked the side of her cheek softly with his knuckles, lips turning up into a smirk as she nodded eagerly, knowing just how to please him in that moment.

Crawling off of his lap, she sunk to the floor, slapping his hands away as he attempted at unbuckling his belt. That was her job.

This wasn’t exactly the norm for either of them, the two were dating, though they hadn’t really gone as far as the occasional makeout session. Teasing touches and flirty remarks were usually shared between them, though both never really had the guts to do anything about the sexual tension that had built itself between them for god knows how long.

It had started off with a kiss, a kiss that brought butterflies to their stomach, a kiss that they couldn’t bring themselves to end. And it led them to this, to y/n on her knees in front of Paul with his underwear around his ankles and his cock down her throat.

They wouldn’t have had a care in the world if anyone saw them, unless it was her brother. John. All throughout her life, her brother had always been so protective of y/n, always telling the boys to lay off, and if they didn’t, he’d most likely kill them. It was all fun and games, at least that’s what everyone thought. Though, here she was, with her boyfriend Paul, her hand grasped around his length, while his were in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head to the rhythm of his upward thrusts.

Her tongue trailed the prominent vein that travelled along the length of his cock, earning a rather throaty moan from Paul in response.

“Oh, princess, I’m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours,” she hummed against him seductively, looking up at him through her lashes, but before he had the chance to reach his high like the both of them had wanted for god knows how long, the last person they’d ever want to see right then had trudged through the door.

Oblivious to what was going on just metres away from him, he called out for their names, wondering just where they had gotten off to since he had left.

“Y/n! Where are yo- what the fuck!” His eyes widened at the scene in front of him, before realising how disgusting it actually was to him, covering his eyes from being so repulsed, but also from having the dignity to save themselves the embarrassment. Though that was kind of useless.

“Paul, I swear to god, if you don’t get your dick out of my sisters mouth I will kick you out of the band,” he scrambled to get up, pushing y/n away from his member, still standing up right, still wanting to cum so bad. He cursed John in his head, how could he leave him with blue balls? Though, he did understand that it was his sister they were talking about. He tucked himself back into his slacks, shoving his hands over his crotch, not wanting his band mate to see his still obvious erection that y/n had managed to cause.

“And for god sake, y/n. Sort yourself out,” he motioned towards her disheveled state, some of Paul’s pre-cum dribbling down her chin, something she desperately tried to get rid of with the back of her hand.

The two had convinced him to let them stay together while the others went out, the three oblivious to what was going on behind their backs. They hadn’t a clue that they were dating. How could they? They were always so discreet.

John’s voice was rather calm, though they could see the fire behind his eyes as he spoke.

“Y/n, you’re grounded, go to your room,” “but-” “What did I just say?” She huffed, kicking the carpet with her bare feet before plodding up the staircase. She knew better than to argue with him, especially in his state.

“Paul, I love you, but if you ever think of touching my sister ever again, I will fucking kill you,” he muttered, “you understand me?”

Paul looked at his hands, fiddling with his fingers bashfully. “I understand,” he squeaked, not daring to look into his burning eyes. “I didn’t hear you,” he mocked, urging him to say it again, just that little bit louder, all for his own satisfaction. “I understand,” he spoke, voice still wavering, though he wasn’t sure whether it was from his denied orgasm or the fright his friend inflicted upon him.

“And don’t think I’m not gonna tell the others about this,” he shook his head whilst walking out of the room, making his way up the stairs towards y/n’s designated bedroom. “Fucking asshole.”

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It JUST started yall too fast 😭

Miles Teller for SNL

just spent half of my friday reading austin butler smut and i have NO SHAME

Rock music is made for horny people by horny people

why are yall so obsessed w james new gf lol , digging all up in her ass for what ☠️ like how tf do you know this stuff ? Not defending her I'm just FLABBERGASTED you guys found her so quick .

me w lars little big forehead 😻

my old man fetish is getting really bad. tell me why i’m turned on by james’s bald spot.

I love him so much theres barely any fics 4 himm😫

lovin' feelin' | nick "goose" bradshaw

synopsis | it was twenty dollars between maverick and goose, a bet that whoever got laid first on the premises, wins. goose had zero chance, until he found her.

warning | swearing, singing goose and maverick, mentions of sex, betting, hardcore making out , mentions of alcohol, drinking, use of y/n, afab (assigned female at birth) reader + pronouns

note | this was very rushed as i had to get the idea out, but i will probably edit it after-

genre | fluff + a little spicy

wordcount | 1.1k

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goose was not a singer. at all. but when maverick pointed her out alone at the bar, he was ecstatic. she was beautiful, he had no other way to describe it. there was something about her eyes that captured him and wanted to know more. and he wanted nothing more than to sing that dreaded song.

“you never close your eyes anymore,” sang goose, his aviators dropping to the tip of his nose, “when I kiss your lips.”

all the aviators gathered around as if it was some sort of ritual, or mating call. and by the way goose was looking at her, y/n didn't know which one she wanted more.

maverick was beside him, singing whole-heartedly, then one by one, aviators created a small group surrounding her. it lifted her spirits, watching all the men sing around her, but it was also very confusing.

it was as if she walked into a musical, naval aviators in their white uniforms and they all drunkenly sang the lyrics.

“and theres no tenderness like before in your fingertips,” he sang, holding out his fist, singing passionately. y/n held back a laugh and smiled at his attempts of wooing her. and she couldn't lie, it was certainly working.

“youre trying hard not to show it,” he continued, gesturing to her by reaching out his hand, “but baby, baby i know it…”

goose leaned down toward her, crouching down below her. he raised an eyebrow and smiled at her, glancing at her above his sunglasses.

“you lost that lovin’ feelin’,” sang goose, drawing out the words, everyone following along. “whoa, that lovin’ feelin’.”

minutes later, they finally finished the song and y/n couldn't hide her blush as goose took a seat on the bar stool beside her. his forehead was sweating and he had taken off his shades, hooking them on his shirt.

crossing one leg over the other, she sipped her drink in silence while glancing over to goose. with the whole aviator getup, it was hard to miss that he was at least something in the military.

“well,” said goose, taking a swig of his beer, “how'd you like the show?”

y/n shook her head, failing to stop a smile. “it was perfect, you guys should be singers.”

goose smiled, laughing at her compliment, “thank you very much, ma’am…goose.” he held out his hand to her.

y/n shook it and smirked, “like the bird? did your mom love you?” she joked, playing dumb was a great tactic with the navy.

“no, its my callsign,” said goose, “you can call me goose or nick, whichever you desire. what about you?”

her confidence got the best of her.

“you can call me whatever you want, honey.” said y/n, smirking at the pink dusting his cheeks. she got him now. she couldn't help it growing once she saw him laughing off his nervousness. a bumbling mess this man was.

“w-well, I…” said goose, laughing to himself. he didn’t know what to do, it seemed like every social part of his being escaped.

if she wasn't going to go home drunk, she might as well go home satisfied. y/n downed her drink and got up from her stool.

“well, if you need anything,” said y/n, brushing a hand over his shoulder and smiling, “you know where to find me.”

with that, she walked away to the washroom and it wasn't long before she heard the fumbling of a certain aviator and a couple whistles. its amazing what a couple drinks and confidence could do to a woman.

***

it wasn't long until she and goose were in the bathroom with the door locked. she pulled him by his collar, lips moving in sync. his mustache tickling her face. a small moan escaped into his mouth, causing him to return one.

goose grabbed at her hips, reaching down pulling her up. y/n jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. without leaving her lips, he placed her on the counter, hands wrapping her waist.

hands travelling up, y/n held her body flush against his, pulling at his hair. reaching his roots, y/n tugged at it, earning a moan from goose. his hands wandered up and down her sides, rubbing at her thighs.

pulling apart slightly, they heaved and y/n leaned her against his forehead, her hands holding his face. a delirious smile made its way onto her face.

“darlin’ you certainly are-” said goose, quickly silence by a peck on the lips.

“shut up lieutenant,” said y/n, locking eyes with the love hazed aviator.

“yes ma’am.”

pulling him in for another kiss, she smiled into it and held him closer. encasing him between her legs, purposely grinding against him. moaning at the friction, goose returned one, pulling away and trailing kisses down her neck.

feeling her better judgement slip, she engrossed herself with the man, and boy, she sure had that lovin’ feelin’.

***

after ten minutes of occupying the washrooms and angering other bar guests, she fixed her makeup in the mirror. smiling at the man who exited the stall. he stood proud and tall, she knew the exact situation he was in and she wasn't mad.

walking up behind her, goose wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning into the crook of her neck. he placed a couple kisses and y/n shurgged him off softly, turning to face him. he trapped her between him and the sink.

“i dont know what you’ve done to me but…” said goose, trailing off, “i want to see you again.”

y/n bit her lip, looking up at the man through her eyelashes. she leaned in closer to him, she could smell his cologne.

“we’ll see about that aviator,” said y/n, grabbing his sunglasses off his shirt and pushing past him. goose leaned against the counter staring at her in amusement.

“i will hold onto these until we meet again…” said y/n, placing them on her face. “now…shall we win this bet, lieutenant?”

goose’s face dropped in terror and y/n laughed at his reaction. it was too obvious, the same song every aviator sang to get a pick me up, but she was satisfied and thats all that mattered.

making her way out of the washroom, goose followed behind her quickly. spotting his friend, she stopped past him, tilting down the glasses to look at him with a smirk.

“you got to control your wingman aviator,” joked y/n, “i think he loves me.”

maverick’s jaw dropped slightly and y/n chuckled before sending goose a wink and walking to the door. she definitely had that lovin’ feelin’, and it was for a certain naval aviator named goose.

Me.

Rooster has a tight grip around your mouth, making sure that no obscene sounds can be heard by anyone, no matter how much he loves the pathetic and completely embarassing whimpers only he can coax out of you. Your nails are digging into the mattress and bedsheets, probably ruining your manicure but you can worry about in the morning. With each rough thrust of his hips, you can feel your pelvis hitting the bedframe - no doubt leaving very unambiguous bruises.

"Be a good girl and keep quiet," he whispers into your ear. His raspy, authoritative voice makes it even more difficult for you to comply. "Or do you want everyone to know who’s ruining your tiny cunt?"

Even your most unsavoury of fantasies couldn’t compare with the sheer eroticism of Rooster. Little did you know, that you, too, outperformed his wet dreams. After all those early morning when he woke up with cum staining his underwear, now that he has the real thing, Bradley really can’t control himself. Not that you mind.

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open. No coherent thoughts exist in your headspace, only Bradley Bradshaw and the way his dick is deliciously stretching your vagina. You can feel his swollen tip hitting all the right spots and tears begin to stream down your face. Maybe it’s a good thing he is keeping your mouth shut - the lewd screams of unimaginable pleasure would surely wake up everyone on the base.

"Go on, pretty thing." His big hand slaps your ass and you yelp, feeling how your legs are shaking. Bradley’s fingers sneak around your waist only to sensually rub your clit in circles. "Cum on me."

And who were you to disobey Lieutenant Bradshaw? He sticks out his tongue slightly feeling you scream in his palm. Your body withers and squirms underneath him and Rooster revels in the tight clench of your vagina around his cock.

He’s still thrusting into your cunt until you stop shaking. Then you feel him pull out and, although you’re tired, you can’t help but whimper in displeasure at the sudden lack of his dick inside you. Bradley chuckles, proud of the effect he has on you. It drives him tirelessly insane that the main star of his sexual fantasies, of all the obscene scenarios he played out in his mind while jacking off, can’t get enough of him.

Just when you think that fun time’s over, Rooster grabs your waist and tosses you farther onto the bed. He wastes no time climbing on top of you and kissing up your legs. Bradley’s much bigger than you are, instilling a certain feeling of powerlessness in you - the same sensation of defenselessness against his prowess that made you ride your pillow on so many lonely nights.

His hand gently squeezes your neck, forcing you to look at Bradley’s face. In his eyes you saw a loving devotion, now clouded with primitive desire, primal lust.

"I’m not done with your sweet pussy."

And you can’t decide which one is more true: is Rooster pussydrunk or are you cockdrunk?