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Phoenix & Bob (Top Gun)

Fandom: Top Gun
Request: No
Genre: Lemon
M/F/NB: Female
Contains: Overstimulation, hand-job, threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), female masturbation, female squirting, exhibitionism
Note: Only 18+, but I know the majority of people are going to ignore this

✩ Enjoy ✩

"(Y/n)-" Bob's voice broke, nervousness and, subtle, excitement obvious, "-Natasha is going to get mad."

"Just be quiet; she won't ever know." (Y/n) palmed his erection, a quiet moan spilling from his mouth, his grip increasing on (Y/n)'s shoulders.

Natasha was just in the other room, doing work (Y/n), pulling Bob into the three's shared space, pretending to be innocent, only for her to rile Bob up to this point.

Bob was considered the bottom of the relationship, (Y/n) being the switch, and Natasha being the top. It was a dynamic that worked best and comfortably for everyone, one they kept private behind closed doors. They all were equal, but Bob enjoyed letting Natasha and (Y/n) have their way with him, secretly enjoying when they made him come so many times he would cry.

Though Bob looked reluctant to (Y/n)'s actions, the way he was grinding into (Y/n)'s hand told her everything, (Y/n) putting a hand over his mouth, mostly muffling his noises.

"If you moan like a bitch, then, of course, she's going to know." (Y/n) muttered, taking the hand off of Bob's erection, unbuttoning his uniform with ease, with one hand, sliding the uniform shirt off of his, well hidden, built body.

He had a bit of chub on him, though it fit him, to not be entirely built.

Bob made an uncomfortable noise, akin to a whimper, the feeling of his erection straining on his pants highly uncomfortable. He was needy and riled up from (Y/n)'s subtle touches, trying to be sneaky and defy Natasha, something she liked to do more often than not.

(Y/n) then focused on his belt and uniform pants, unbuckling the strap and pulling it out of the belt loops before looking up to Bob, her eyes silently asking for his consent.

He nodded, knowing what she was asking, before pulling down his pants.

He had on standard black boxers, his erection straining against them, his size being a comfortable six and a 1/2 inches, with some good girth.

Bob relished how (Y/n) was grabbing his thighs, controlling how he was moving his legs. Her warm skin on his made his erection throb, another whimper coming through.

This one was slightly louder, (Y/n) quickly pushing down harder on his mouth, stopping any movement. She listens to how Natasha's typing, which had been non-stop, had paused for a moment before continuing.

"Quiet, or we'll both be in trouble." (Y/n) spoke like it was a bad thing, though she had trailed a hand into his boxers, barely teasing his cock, him having to bite his cheek to try and obey (Y/n)'s order.

After a moment of teasing, (Y/n) retreated her hand, pulling down his boxers, letting Bob enjoy not being strained against fabric anymore.

(Y/n) smirked, already knowing what she wanted to do.

(Y/n), first, she got up, removing her hand from Bob's mouth. He looked at her confused, dread filling him up, hoping she wasn't leaving or that he had messed up somehow. But (Y/n) didn't go, instead walking over to their dresser, where they kept their assortment of toys for intimate scenes.