Top Gun Maverick Oneshots

You look good in yellow

“Hangman was right about one thing,” “You look good in yellow, especially when you’re fucked out of your mind”

Pairing: Bob x fem! Reader

Genre: Porn with a plot 

a/n: I don’t proofread before uploading because it makes me jinx myself lol also I didn’t give the reader a call sign, you can come up with one if you want or just read it the way you would any other oneshot 

Warnings: p in v sex, SMUT, oral fem recieving, oral male recieving, slight hair pulling, praise kink, multiple orgasms, cursing 

Word count: 2735

You and Bob are sitting eating peanuts while the other recruits talk nonsense and play pool together, Coyote makes his way over to the pool table with a blond and a brunette with a buzz cut. “Hey, Coyote!” you make your way to his side and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Hey, how are you Y/N?” he replies, snaking his hands around your waist pulling you against him. 

“I’m doing okay, what about you” you hum against his neck before turning back to Bob who’s attempting to play pool with Phoenix, before Hangman steals away the stick. 

“I’m fine, why do you think they called us all here?” he questions as you pull out a stool sitting down.

“Not sure, must be something important for them to call all the best of the best out here,” you shrug, letting your eyes wander to the breathtaking man you’ve been thirsting over for years at this point. 

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Bob and you have worked together many times before, the two of you work well together and are great at what you do. But now he’s paired with Phoenix and you’re paired with Fanboy, this shouldn’t frustrate you as much as it did. You know that you can’t always get your way and that your job requires you to work with other people meaning you can’t be paired with Bob all the time. But. It kills you to see him smile at her, how his eyes light up when they talk, how he pinches his suit when she gets him flustered. That should be you, you can’t help but think how she stole your place next to him.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as Hangman positions himself between your legs where you’re sitting on the picnic table at the beach. The game had died down long ago and now you’re all just talking and sharing stories. He gives you one of his signature smiles and extends his hand with Bob’s crumpled up shirt, offering it to you.

“What’s this for? Wasn’t Bob using this?” you question while looking up at his soft green eyes.

“Yeah, I noticed you were cold so, I asked him for it,” Hangman was lying, he was just trying to get into your bikini bottoms, but you ignored this and lifted your arms up allowing for him to put it over you. 

Hangman flashes his pearly whites while pulling the soft yellow fabric over your upper body, lightly squeezing your waist after his hands brushed over the sides of your breasts. Phoenix directed Bob’s attention over to the pair of you, he could feel his heart drop to his stomach.

He was going to take his shirt over to you but Hangman insisted on bringing it to you for him, he should have put up more of a fight because now he might just lose any chance he might have had with you.

Phoenix gives him a small smile before whispering, “Bob, she doesn't seem all too interested with him,” he nods his head.

“Yeah, it’s probably nothing,” his heart still aches while he looks at you longingly.