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Top Gun Rocktober

Here it is @roosterforme. Entry one of two for your Top Gun Roctober event! Hangman did Phoenix dirty. Now it's her turn to pay him back!

Song: I Hate Myself For Lovin You by Joan Jett Characters: Hangman x Phoenix, Hangman x OC (female pilot) Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI. Smut. Cussing. Cheating.

Word Count: 4285

Story and Graphic by Me :)

Deep down she knew he would be there. If there was some sort of secret mission and she was called for it, then surely, he would as well. It only made sense considering his prolific career up to that point. Smug son-of-a-bitch.

So, when Phoenix heard that arrogant southern drawl ask, “What do we have here?” over the hubbub of the bar, she wasn’t surprised even though chills ran down her spine. Jake “Hangman” Serasin had been her first, last, and only mistake in her Naval career. Her very first day of flight school a gorgeous blonde with a smile to die for sauntered up to her and she was putty. Phoenix swore to herself when she arrived at the Naval Academy things would be all business, all the time. If she was going to be a fighter pilot and maybe someday an admiral in the US NAVY, she didn’t have time to screw around. That was before Jake came crashing into her life, guns blazing.

If she had known he was going to be the very definition of a playboy, she would never have gotten involved. In fact, if she had known exactly how bad things would become, she would have run him over on the tarmac with a plane and lived happily in the brig forever.

Contrary to popular belief, Phoenix was a girly girl. She grew up studying ballet, was prom queen, and loved shopping. She wasn’t an airhead by any stretch, she graduated as valedictorian after all, but still lived up to the stereotypical female persona, especially in high school. So, when she chose to go the military route, everyone she knew was stunned. A chance meeting with a NAVY pilot on career day got her attention her sophomore year and she began to research more about the branch and being a fighter pilot. She had always been a risk taker. Cliff diving at the lake with her friends, bungee jumping with her older brother for her 16th birthday, and racing dirt bikes were just some of her more notable near-death experiences before the age of 18. Flying jets for the military just seemed like another notch on her death-defying antics belt.

Her parents weren’t amused, but they got over it when she was accepted to the United States Naval Academy. She traded in her pretty dresses and dance costumes for a uniform and never looked back. She worked harder than ever at school but even then, her weekends were usually spent with other female midshipmen getting studying over pedicures, coffee, or while watching the latest chick flick. Uniform or not, she was still the same old girly Natasha.

Jake Serasin would break her of her frivolous ways and harden her forever.

She would never forget that very first conversation…

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. And you are?”

She saw him and her inside turned instantly to jelly. This wasn’t happening. Was anyone else warm or just her? This was silly but her body was betraying her, clammy palms and sweat pearling on her forehead.

He held his large hand out to her, and she took it, praying this God of a man with his piercing green eyes and chiseled jaw couldn’t feel how sweaty her palm was. Then he stood there holding her hand and staring at her with an expectant smile. It took a moment for her brain fog to clear and realize he was waiting for an answer.

“Uhh, oh, um sorry. I’m Ensign Trace. Natasha Trace. Most call me Nat.”

“Well Ensign Trace Natasha Nat. I’m Jake Serasin and it is an absolute pleasure to meet such a beautiful creature amongst all the testosterone wanderin’ around here.”

Nat was mortified as she felt the heat of a blush creep up her neck from under her flight suit. Seriously Trace? Get it together. She removed her hand and gave him a small smile.

“Bet that lines worked before?”

Jake feigned hurt. “You wound me.”

Nat crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that.” And Jake went back to grinning from ear to ear.

“So where did you go to school Trace?”

“Annapolis.”

He let out a low whistle. “Damn sweetheart, that’s impressive.”

“Thanks. It was fun. What about you?”

“Longhorn’s baby. University of Texas.” He threw up his hand in the hook ‘em horns gesture with a cringe face and Natasha couldn’t help but giggle.

“I take it you’re from Texas then?”

“Absolutely. Born and raised and damn proud of it.”

“I can tell.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Nat blushed more. As strong as she was, Jake Serasin was internally making a mess of her. And what was worse is she knew he knew.

“So, how about dinner this weekend? We can chat first week and go from there?”

Holy cow, that was forward. All sorts of warning bells were going off in her head, but she did what she typically did when something dangerous presented itself to her, she ignored the bells and jumped in headfirst.

“Sure, why not?”

That’s how it all started. Their days were spent in training, their nights together studying, both their books and each other. He did things to her that she never knew were possible. It was scorching and she missed it more than she cared to admit. He took incredible care of her in the bedroom and their intense relationship carried over into the air. Engines revved, and not just the planes, after burners full throttle as soon as they got through the door after a day of flying. But that was before he took her for a ride she hadn’t asked for.

Crossing the bar, she steeled herself, not willing to give away anything to the asshole.

“…fellas, this is Bagman.”

Her mind was racing ninety to nothing. Natasha kept repeating “don’t give him anything” over and over as a mantra during that first interaction. No matter how good he made her feel physically, he had drug her through hell and she had to stay strong. Resist and evade at all costs.

She had never been so happy to see Rooster in her whole life. If there was anyone Hangman loved to screw with more than her, it was Bradley. Rooster and Hangman’s relationship became almost volatile when all the issues between Natasha and Jake came to a head after they were all sent to Top Gun together. Serasin had betrayed Phoenix and Bradley wanted to kill the bastard for it. Nat attempted to communicate with her eyes for Rooster to play it cool. Whatever they were here for was important and killing Jake wasn’t a good idea.

Once Rooster moved to the piano Natasha did her best to avoid the handsome blonde, which was easier said than done when her body continued to betray her. All she wanted to do was slip into his embrace again and she was angry at herself for even thinking it. “He treated you like crap Trace, knock it off” she thought to herself.

Once the group of aviators had their fill of drinks, songs, and games, they paid their tabs and began to meander outside to their vehicles. As Natasha walked along with her new WSO Bob, their light conversation was interrupted by a stout arm wrapping around her shoulders. She stopped dead in her tracks, watching Bobs eyes grow wide behind his spectacles.

Phoenix groaned as she stopped, but she didn’t fight the arm around her shoulders. She missed that feeling, her petite body wrapped in his warmth. Focus Trace.

With as much disdain as she could muster, she let out a lazy “What do you want Bagman?”

“Aw don’t be like that Phoenix. Can’t a pilot miss his favorite wingwoman? Show a little enthusiasm for her return?”

Yes. Yes, he can. Ugh she shouldn’t even think that, but he smelled so good, sandalwood and sunscreen, and her mind began to wander. Thinking of his big hands travelling over her body, heat beginning to rise under the collar of her khaki shirt.

“If you don’t take your hands off of me right this second, I’ll show you what real enthusiasm looks like.” She shot back in a sweet sing-song voice.

For just a moment hurt flashed in the emerald orbs staring at her, his grin faltering some. Before he could say anything though, Rooster marched up from out of nowhere with steam rolling from his ears. Natasha needed to end this and pronto before a parking lot brawl erupted.

She slid out of his embrace, taking a step towards Bob and put her hand on Bradley’s heaving chest just as he came to a stop toe to toe with Hangman.

“Let it go Rooster, he’s not worth it.” She spat. There it was again, that faint look of hurt in the faltering green eyes.

A few seconds of tense silence passed as the two men stared each other down, then Rooster took a step back.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” He said as he turned on his heel. She gave a nervous look to Bob then nodded her head encouraging him to follow Rooster. Once both men turned their backs, she began to follow, wagering a hesitant look over her shoulder after a few steps. All she saw was a pretty green eye give her a wink.

****

The first day of this mission was brutal. Phoenix hurt all over. Right down to her eyelashes. Maverick and kicked their asses and even Jake had shut up. Some.

Phoenix hustled through the locker room and out of the hangar as fast as she could once they were dismissed, hoping like hell to avoid Hangman. He literally hung her out to dry, per usual, in the air and she was so angry she could spit nails. He always did this to her. Butter her up just to use her like a door mat. She let it happen over and over again and she was embarrassed that she fell for it again right off the bat today. Especially with her new back seater in tow. As quiet as he is though, he fired back at Bagman, and she appreciated that he was a quick learner.

Luck wasn’t on her side though right now. Jake was waiting outside the front door of the hangar as she attempted her quick getaway.

“Hey firebird, sorry for today. Guess I just couldn’t wait to do my thang with that prick Maverick. Forgot to include you in the fun. Can you forgive me?” He was following her down the sidewalk as she rolled her eyes and tried to press on to her car. His face looked like a sad puppy. A sad puppy who wasn’t sorry at all.

He followed her all the way across the lot and down three rows before she tossed her bag on the trunk of her car and whipped around to face him. The asshole was wearing a smug smile. He knew he was under her skin and that it bothered her.

Focus Trace, put him in his place and leave it alone.

“So, how’s Emma these days?”

Jake looked as though he took a shot directly to the chest. His charming persona faltered, and she smirked with pride.

“Out of the Navy, married with a kid. Uh, yeah.” He hesitated, obviously searching for his words. “That’s it, long gone.” he said sheepishly.

With all the sass she could muster she replied “Aww that’s too bad.”

Phoenix picked up her bag and got in her car, driving away, and leaving Hangman in her dust.

Once Natasha reached her barracks apartment, she rushed in, afraid that Jake might have followed her. She slammed the door shut, locking it with fervor before the tears started to flow.

How could she let that asshole get to her after what he did. He barely seemed remorseful and yet she missed him deeply. She HATED herself for loving him. Her body slid down the door and she sobbed into her hands, mentally beating herself up. The late nights waiting for him. His excuses. He had to work late, or a buddy needed help. His touches becoming fewer and far between. Less responses to her calls and emails while she was out to sea. Then it happened. She couldn’t forget the events of that day if she tried…

She had only been home from deployment a week. Jake had only visited her twice, rocking her world but continuing to make excuses for his absence. She was tired of waking up alone in the mornings, wondering if it was something she had done to push him away. Nat decided to surprise him at his apartment in Lemoore one afternoon in the hopes of fixing whatever was wrong. She remembered it vividly. After work she ran home to shower and put on some beautiful lingerie under a tight dress. Dousing herself in the fancy perfume he always said drove him crazy, she gave herself an approving look before dashing out the door. She stopped to pick up his favorite beer and some chocolate covered strawberries, hoping to entice him to talk.

Jake gave her a key to his place months before her deployment, so she decided to let herself in when she saw his truck in the parking lot. Maybe she would catch him in the shower and be able to extra surprise him. In her excitement she didn’t notice the little red car sitting next to his truck.

The key turned and she let herself in, going to the kitchen of his spacious apartment, placing the beer and strawberries in the fridge when she heard it. A very loud moan. The moan of a woman being pleasured. At first, she thought maybe it was coming from the apartment next door. Then it happened again even louder. Her body froze, hands clutching the kitchen counter. Her ears coming in to focus, the sounds of a bed thudding against a wall and loud cries from a woman echoed into the kitchen from the direction of Jakes bedroom. Chills crawled up Natashas spine as everything became crystal clear to her. The lack of communication, his late nights away. She was so stupid. Then she heard the most hurtful words she’d ever heard in her life.

“Jake, yes! Oh, right there! Baby, baby, tell me I’m the one. Tell me I’m the best!”

“Oh yeah, the best darlin. No one’s pussy feels like yours.”

“Not even that bitch, Trace?”

“Uggghhh not even her. She’s nothing baby. You’re the best. Ride me, gimme those perfect tits.”

Tears began to swell as her face flushed boiling hot. Nat turned on her heel and walked silently to the room, the door cracked enough that she could see a thin blonde with absolutely perfect tits bouncing up and down on Hangman. She watched in horror before bursting through the door, scaring the shit out of the bimbo, and causing Jake to almost toss the woman to the floor as he stood up in shock, fully naked, fully erect, and obviously shocked.

“How could you!” Natasha shouted, spit seething from her mouth as she shoved at Jakes’ arm while he bounced up and down on one leg trying to put his underwear on.

He let out a nervous chuckle. “Natasha, baby. I thought you had a late flight. This means nothing. It was a one-time thing. I’m sorry! Don’t be mad.” He stood up in front of her, a smirk on his face. “You know, you could come join us!”

She saw red. The ho on the other side of the bed stood stark naked, a bemused look on her face.

“Jakey baby, she probably couldn’t keep up.”

At the sound of the voice Nat’s blood went ice cold. She knew that voice. Up to this point she hadn’t paid any mind to the faceless bag of breasts. Her eyes slowly turned to lock eyes with the chick and Nat let loose a low snarl. Emma Farmer. Lieutenant Emma Farmer. Callsign Blondie. He was fucking a WSO from another squad. The little shit had humped everyone who flew in a plane and then some.

“You BITCH!” Natasha spat as she made to run across the room. A strong arm shot out, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her out of the room as the harlot stood with her hands on her hips, laughing. “You snooze you lose Phoenix.” The other aviator hissed with a smirk. “He needs a real woman.”

Natasha raged as Jake pulled her from the room. He told her maybe she should go. That SHE should go. She was floored. He asked for his key back and walked her to the door. Phoenix was a sobbing mess, asking why, but he wouldn’t answer her. Just said it wasn’t working for him and he would see her at work. That simple. Two years of what she thought was the start of forever, tossed aside from some tacky twat with tits.

The moment she walked out of his place her heart hardened; a piece of it broken forever. She was so angry at him and angry at herself because all she wanted to do was run back to him. Rooster spent weeks comforting her while threatening to kill Hangman in some very creative ways. It wasn’t long after that Rooster and Hangman were both sent to other Naval Air Stations, leaving her alone to deal with her conflicting feelings. Until she walked into the Hard Deck the night before she hadn’t seen either of them in a couple of years. Now she was sitting on the floor crying and she was so mad at herself for it.

Nat wiped her face, setting her jaw. Two could play this game. She wasn’t the silly little girl he left behind. She was smart, calculating, and tougher than ever before. Instead of going down that road again she decided to do what any shrewd woman would do: get even.

She picked up her phone and found his name in her contacts list. The phone rang twice before that suave voice answered.

“Change your mind?”

“Mhmm. Half an hour?”

“Come on over, you know where to find me.” Then the line clicked dead, and a wicked grin crossed her face. Tonight, the bastard was going to get what he deserved once and for all.

*****

Half an hour later Phoenix had showered, threw on the same little black dress from that fateful night, dabbed some of the expensive perfume behind her ears and set off.

One knock and Jake opened the door, his arm coming to rest on the top of the door frame, posing in front of her in nothing but a pair of very loose sweatpants. He grinned his famous Cheshire cat grin at her and whistled.

“Wow.” Was all he said, his eyes drinking her in from top to bottom. She played coy, ducking her head in a flirtatious manner as she passed him. No sooner was the door closed that he was on her. His huge arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his chest. His warm lips connected to the skin at the base of her neck and she moaned. Involuntarily. Focus woman, you’re on a very important mission. She wiggled into him and his hands began to roam up and down her body. Her dress had very thin straps and it took him no time to slide them down her arms along with the top of the dress, revealing her breasts. His hands caressed them roughly then he started to work her nipples while slowly nudging her towards his couch.

Once they reached the piece of furniture he released her, moving to sit down. He stared at her chest while patting his lap. She gave him a smirk and a wink, then slowly slid her tight dress up her thighs until her nether region was barely visible. Jake reached around, cupping her ass cheeks in his hands and pulling her down onto his lap. She immediately felt his hardening erection through the sweat pants.

His hands were back on her breasts in an instant and he leaned forward to begin sucking on one nipple. Her brain was going hazy. She was grinding her wet pussy onto his lap and he was growling every time she did. Jakes hands slid up to her neck, grabbing her a little rough and pulling her down for hot kiss. It was hard and all tongue and Natasha had to really focus not to give in. He wasn’t worth it, this wasn’t what she thought it was. Stay the course.

While he kissed her, tiny hands wandered to the waist band of the pants. She made quick work, pulling out his dick and running her hand slowly from tip to balls. He nipped at her bottom lip as she began to pump him.

“Ahhh yes mam. Just like that.” He said with a twinkle in his eye. He sat back, placing his hands behind his head, obviously enjoying the show.

“Oh you like that? Just you wait.” She slid off his lap, coming to rest with her knees on the floor between his legs. Before he could say another word she licked up his shaft. Jake shuddered and she smiled at him wickedly.

“I seem to remember someone really likes to have his cock sucked?” she asked before she took him all the way in her mouth, his head hitting the back of her throat. She couldn’t keep up huh? She gave head like a porn star and she knew it. The hisses and growls coming from Jake told her he was enjoying her ministrations. One of her hands cupped his balls while the other drug her nails down his chest. Her head bobbed up and down, tongue licking precum before returning to deep throat him. If only he knew what was coming, and it wasn’t him.

She started to feel his balls clench and she knew he was getting close. Nat continued to work on him until he was stuttering. When she knew he was right there on the cusp she pulled off with a pop. His eyes flew open in panic, but she only stood, still giving him an evil smirk. She turned around with a sultry wiggle and bent forward, giving him a full view of her wet pussy.

“Beautiful.” He said and he did exactly what she thought he would, leaning forward and lapping at her slit, giving her a shudder. “But it would look better wrapped around my dick.”

Nat flipped her head sideways to look at him with a smile. “I think so too.” This was it. Now or never.

Hangmans hands grabbed at her hips and moved her backwards. Instead of coming down onto his dick though, she sat back on his stomach, his dick standing at attention between her legs, right up against her dripping opening. She used her hands to pump him again, let his cock slide against her slick opening.

“Oh baby, that’s just cruel.”

She let an evil giggle loose. “You know you like it.”

He didn’t have to say anything though. The way he was bucking his hips told her everything she needed to. It would be so easy to slip him in. Abort the plan. But then he would win and that was absolutely not happening.

Natasha cupped his balls again as she rode him, listening to his pants become more and more shallow. Jake continued to babble and buck, sputtering something about her teasing him. The more he babbled, the more she worked him against her slick core. This was it, she could feel his balls tightening again.

“Phoenix, Phoenix. I’m gonna cum. Get that pussy on me baby. Please? Please? I need it so bad.” He was right where she wanted him, begging for her. Begging for mercy.

“You want this pussy?” she asked in a husky voice; his only response was a strained whimper. She pumped and pumped then rose up and he sucked in a breath. She knew he thought she was about to slam down on him. Instead, she took a few steps forward, pulling her straps up and wiggling the dress down as she moved. Natasha whipped around and leaned in, coming face to face with his shocked expression.

“You know. On second thought? Forget it. I don’t really like sloppy seconds.” She said as she patted his cheek. Then she grabbed her keys and phone and exited the apartment quickly, shaking her hips the whole way.

There, enjoy your blue balls asshole, she thought.

Once she was back in her room she took a cold shower, feeling proud of herself for controlling the hunger she had for him and sticking it to the jerk once and for all. If he thought he was going to keep using her as a personal door mat, he had another thing coming. Natasha found her worth, and it had nothing to do with any man. She had finally broken free of his hold.

Nat knew she was a damn good pilot, officer, and friend. Jake Serasin was nothing more than a lesson learned the hard way and a step on her path to greatness. Fuck him and his shitty behavior.

Nat crawled into bed, grabbed her favorite pink teddy bear, then texted Rooster.

“Jakes wearing my favorite color, blue” with a devil emoji.

Rooster sent back the only two words she needed. “Good girl.”

She smiled with pride, ready to take on whatever this mission had in store for her, knowing she had the upper hand now. She didn’t hate herself anymore, that’s for sure!

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