So, why do they call you Rooster? 🐓 18+
#sizekinksizekinksizekinksizekink
Warnings: Strong Language, Unprotected Sex (pls make good decisions), size kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex
“So why do they call you Rooster anyway?”
You knew you were a little behind when a chorus of giggles came immediately after you had asked the question. The team had shared knowing glances, all in on a joke that you weren’t yet privy to. Rooster had simply pushed his glasses down the bridge of his nose a little, revealing his warm brown eyes, and shot you a cheesy wink.
This earned a roar of laughter from those around you. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly over the table, eyeing the man opposite you curiously.
It was past midnight on a Saturday night, you and seven others, some of the best pilots in the world, were sitting around a table, playing Poker. Well, it had been just poker. The stakes had been heightened only ten minutes ago, when Hangman had declared the beginning of Strip Poker.
Nights on base were usually kind of boring, and you had been especially stressed about this mission. Everyone before you had been in Top Gun at the same time, you were the class two years after them. They had inside jokes and friendships, you were an outsider.
Still, they had done their best to welcome you in. What better way to break the ice than to see each other naked, after all?
Hangman, perhaps on purpose, was the first to lose around. You couldn’t ignore the grin on his face when he got to reveal his polished abs, it was like he was just waiting todo it. Your crew progressively got more undressed, until most people around the table were in their underwear. You included.
You took a sip of your beer and furrowed your eyebrows at your cards, glancing back up at the only other two left in the game, Payback and Rooster. If Payback lost this, he would have to give up his underwear and be completely naked. Rooster, however, still had his shorts on. If you lost this, the whole crew was gonna see your tits on your first night on base.
“I’m gonna fold.” You played it safe, dropping your cards and taking a sip of your beer. Payback grinned at Rooster across the table,
“I’ll raise $10.” He decided, sliding his chips in. Rooster smiled, sliding an equal amount of chips into the centre of the table. You leaned in as they both revealed their cards.
Uproar. The table erupted in laughter as they realised that Rooster had lost the round. Always a good sport, Rooster rose to his feet, standing well clear of the table thanks to his long legs. He popped open the button of his shorts. Your eyes roamed his tan chest, the small smirk toying on his lips as his colleagues cheered him on, the look in his eye like he knew something you didn’t.
You watched his long fingers drag his zipper down. His thumbs hooked into the sides of his waistband. Your gaze was interrupted by a shrill crowing coming from Hangman, imitating the noise a Rooster made. When you looked back, Rooster had slid his shorts down his thighs and was kicking them off.
Your throat went dry as he straightened up again. You finally made the connection, the punchline of their inside joke revealed to you all at once.
Rooster was wearing fitted, navy blue Calvin Klein boxers. Fitted. They were snug around his waist and thighs, fitting him like they were tailor made. But it wasn’t his waist or his thighs you were looking at. Your mouth went dry at the sight.
Even though it wasn’t hard, his dick was thick and especially long, pressed against his left thigh by the material. Your lips parted involuntarily, eyes maybe slightly wide. If this was it soft then—
You froze, feeling eyes on you. Cheeks hot, you tore your gaze away and looked up. Everyone else was still laughing and jibing him, but Rooster’s eyes were on you. You closed your mouth quickly. His grin grew.
Your pulse raced as he took his seat again and the next round started up. He glanced at you over his new hand of cards, taking his beer in his other hand and taking a drink. You looked at his hand around the beer bottle, dwarfing it. You took your own beer, wrapping your hand around the glass bottle and examining it. Holy shit.
The next round was the last, as Payback was stripped of his boxer briefs. Everyone went their own ways back to their rooms, and you had never been more relieved. Though you did wish that you would’ve been able to get your vibrator through base security.
You closed the door to your room and pressed your back to it, chest heaving with your long, deep breaths. You couldn’t help but wonder how he walked around every day with that thing between his legs like nothing was up.
Shaking your head, you walked maybe two steps from the door before you were stopped in your place by two firm knocks on the door. You turned, staring at the closed door like maybe your x-Ray vision would develop any minute. Two more knocks.
You opened it, eyes closed until it was completely open, finding exactly who you simultaneously hoped to see and feared seeing. The worst part? You didn’t even look him in the eye right away, given that your head was hung slightly, it was right in your eyeline. Those blue boxers, that thick outline.
“Are you gonna invite me in?”
You nodded at him, lifting your head to look at him, eyes widening at just how far you had to look up to meet his gaze. He hadn’t seemed to tall on the other side of the table. He had seemed tall, but not this tall.
“Y-Yeah. Come in.” You stumbled slightly as you stepped out of his way, caught by his strong hands on your waist. Ironically, they only made your knees wobble more. The beer bottle theory was correct, his hands were huge, you could feel his fingertips sprawling from your hips up to your ribs.
“You seem a little nervous.” Rooster commented, his hands remaining on your waist even once you were standing still. He took a step closer, towering over you to the point that you had to crane your neck to look at him. You weren’t the tallest, you were used to having to look up at people. Not like this.
He raised his eyebrows at you expectantly, “Are you nervous?” You nodded at him. He seemed pleased with your response, taking his hand and placing it against your cheek, “I’ve got you.” He promised, stroking his thumb over your cheek, lifting your head slightly and using the hand still on your waist to encourage you onto your tiptoes as he came down and pressed his lips to yours.
You melted against him, humming contentedly as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you forward against his bare chest. To think, you met this man five hours ago. And you would be working with him for the next four weeks.
“There we go,” he praised as your hands slid along his toned torso, “I saw you staring. You wanted to touch me in there in front of everyone, huh?”
You felt the backs of your calves hit the bed and suddenly you were on your back, his hulking frame over you, his knee between your legs. You glanced across at the arm he had planted beside your head, following the tanned skin all the way up from his veined forearm to his bicep, to his thick shoulders.
His lips were at your neck, his knee nudging softly at your core as he moved. You pushed down against the feeling, peeking one eye open to see if he had noticed. His lips quirked.
“So needy,” he breathed, pushing his knee firmly against your barely clothed core. A desperate sound spilled from your lips, surprising you both. “Aw, baby — you need it bad, huh?” His voice was so delicate, almost patronising but in the most delicious way. He stroked your hair back delicately out of your face, pressing lazy kisses against your lips as you pushed against him.
He took your hand, planting it between his legs, around his semi-hard length over his boxers. “This what you need, baby?”
You swallowed. Your hand was at its base. You had seen that the tip was firmly against his thigh. Your grip barely made a dent in terms of covering the length. Rooster noticed your conflict, swiping his thumb across your lip,
“What? — you scared you can’t take it, Y/L/N?”
The pilot in your took offence at the challenge. You dipped your hand into his boxers and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, eyes firmly and defiantly locked on his, “I can take it.”
He sat back on his knees, allowing you to push his boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines. Your eyes focused on it. Your hand was still around the base, which allowed you to now realise that your fingers didn’t touch around the width of his cock. You trailed your index finger along the vein at the underside of his length all the way to the tip.
Bradley watched you make your realisations, a smirk toying at his lips.
Your grip on his cock covered maybe a third of the length. You glanced back up at him. He cocked an eyebrow at you, almost daring you to do it. Again, your stubbornness succeeded as you dipped your head down and took him into your mouth.
His fingers slid into your hair, keeping it back off of your face so he could watch you. You looked up at him, working your hand at the base of his cock as you teased your tongue against the tip of his dick. The one advantage you had here was that all of the basic mechanics of a dick were the same. You knew what to do, just on a… larger scale this time.
Rooster’s fingers curled in your hair as you sank your mouth further around his length, your fist pumping closer to the base while you fit what you could in your mouth, flattening your tongue and pushing him into your throat slightly. He groaned softly, fingers caressing your scalp, spurring you on.
Right as you felt like you were gaining some confidence, he slid his hips forward, just a tiny bit. Pulling back with a gasp, tears brimming in your eyes, you looked up at him, furious to see the grin on his lips.
“Sorry, baby.” He wasn’t sorry. “Just had to see how much you could really manage.” You narrowed your eyes at him, pushing your chest against his in a sudden surge of confidence, “Fuck me and find out.”
Rooster’s grin grew, pleased you were playing along in his little game. He pinched the clasp of your bra, popping it open and tugging it off of your body, pressing his lips firmly to yours. You lifted your hips, gasping as he discarded your underwear and slid two fingers against your core.
“You this hot and bothered over me, baby?” He pressed them both in against your entrance, listening to you let out a soft hiss as he buried them up to his knuckle. You didn’t satisfy him with an answer.
He curled them inside of you, dragging a soft moan out from you — all the answer he needed. He watched you writhe below him, pushing your hips against this hand, desperate for more. And he so wanted to give you more.
Rooster tucked an arm under you, lifting your hips off of the mattress and pressing his face between your legs, his tongue finding your clit immediately.
“Oh fuck.” You whimpered, grabbing tight fistfuls of the sheets. “I’m - fuck — fuck, Rooster, holy fuck!”
It didn’t once cross your mind that you were sharing a hallway with your colleagues, who were just on the other side of a few very thin walls. Maybe it didn’t cross Rooster’s mind either. Or he just didn’t care.
Shaken from your post climax high by your knees hitting your shoulders, your eyes flew open. You wished you saw this every time you opened your eyes. A tanned, sandy haired, ripped, giant between your legs, his fist lazily pumping his cock.
“Honey, I asked you a question. You ready?”
“Just fuck me.” You breathed, staring up at him pleadingly. His lip quirked again, his torso forcing your knees almost up to your ears as he leaned in and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his cock pushed at your entrance.
You gasped against his mouth, digging your fingernails into his shoulder. His hand cradled the back of your head, stroking your hair with an extremely contrasting level of care as he whispered soft praises in your ear. You whimpered under him, the stretch forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and writhe back against the mattress.
“You’re doing so good for me.” Rooster’s lips dragged open mouthed kisses across your neck, his right hand pinning your knee up against your shoulder as he sank slowly deeper. “You can take it, just a little more.”
You dragged your nails up to the back of his neck, your grip sure to leave imprints. He grunted quietly against your cheek, bottoming out finally as his pelvis met yours. He kissed your temple, “That’s my girl, show me how good you can take it, huh?”
You nodded, sliding your fingers up into his hair, keeping your eyes firmly on his as he began to rock his hips. He guided your legs over his shoulders, pinning them down against you with his body, taking his lip between his teeth.
His head lulled back as your walls clenched around him, still unused to the unfamiliar stretch. Your eyes met his when he finally opened them again, staring up at him with your lips parted, moaning each time he bottomed out.
“You look so pretty like this.” Rooster murmured, slipping his tongue into your mouth for another kiss. You felt him pick up the pace, his cock driving into you at a pace that made it impossible to keep your eyes open. Your nails were against his shoulders again, your lips panting his name.
“C’mere.” It wasn’t a question or an instruction. He pulled out abruptly, flipping you over and tucking and arm under your stomach, lifting you off of the bed and planting you on your feet all in one swift move. You stumbled slightly, your back hitting his chest, blinking until your vision stabilised again, finding your reflection in front of you now.
One hand on your hip, Bradley used the other on your shoulder to bend you over just a little, enough for him to bend his knees and align his cock once more. You inhaled sharply as his hand on your hip tightened, pulling you back on to his cock, snapping his hips up to meet you halfway. Your knees half buckled, his arm snaking around your waist to keep you upright against him.
You didn’t realise you had cried out his name until he kissed your jaw and confirmed, “I got you, honey.”
Rooster rested his slightly parted lips against the bare skin at the crook of your neck, groaning deep against your skin.
His other hand snaked up your middle, finding your throat and squeezing softly, “Look.” He grunted, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver. His grip forced you onto your tiptoes as he straightened up, drilling into you, his eyes on yours through the mirror.
You blinked to steady your vision, still seeing white spots from how hard you had clenched your eyes shut. You moaned against him, eyes raking over the reflected image before you. Upright, he was the only thing keeping you standing, your feet were barely touching the ground due to your difference in height.
Your head lulled back against his pectoral muscles, eyes rolling back as he buried himself in you again. He kissed lazily at your neck, dragging his full lips against your skin and sucking a deep mark against the back of your shoulder. His hand slid from your throat to your chest, groping at your breast, grunting softly against the back of your neck.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He confessed against your bruised skin. You moaned at the thought, rutting your hips back against him as much as you could against his vice-like grip.
Both in silent understanding, Rooster held you firm against his chest as he buried himself inside of you, his hips stuttering as he filled you. His lips peppered kisses all over your neck as he pulled you into you arms and lowered you onto the mattress, tucking you safely in against his chest.
He smoothed your hair down and kissed your forehead, holding you until you stopped trembling. You felt him leave the bed, furrowing your eyebrows and peeking to see where he had gone.
“I had fun tonight.” Bradley was back, kneeling on the bed and kissing your lips once, he cleaned you up delicately and tossed whatever he had chosen to use in the trash. “We should do it again sometime.”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, bewildered by this sudden change in attitude. He was smiling at you, shooting you a quick wink before slipping out and shutting the door behind him.
You fell back down against your bed. What the fuck? — you pressed your hand over your mouth in realisation at where you were and what you had just done. You were going to have to deal with four more months of seeing him every day.
You were dreading the next morning. You got to class early just so no one had to watch you walk in, taking a seat at the furthest desk at the back, keeping your shades on your eyes and your head down as the rest of the class filed in.
Rooster was the last to arrive. He looked neat and tidy, beside the red scratch marks running from his jaw and disappearing under the collar of his flight suit.
You thought you might’ve gotten away with it. The crew was silent as he crossed the room. Until he passed Hangman’s desk, at which point, Hangman initiated the chaos with a shrill sounding rooster crow.
The other captains then joined in, bursting out into laughter and choruses of “oh, rooster!”
You slid down further in your seat, wishing the ground would just swallow you whole. The chair beside you dragged along the concrete with a loud scrape, silencing the laughter as Rooster slid into the seat beside you and slid his hand across, squeezing your knee.
“Morning, Y/L/N.” He spoke clearly, not trying to hide your conversation. You glanced up at him, cheeks flushing even hotter as you clocked the bite marks on his bottom lip. He clearly didn’t mind one bit, sitting back in his chair comfortably, parting his knees and tapping his pen on the desk.
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