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bussyslayer333 · 1 year

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it’s all about you

summary: 4 times Jake thought about marrying you and the 1 time he did.

pairing: jake seresin x girlfriend!reader

word count: 5.9k

warnings: allusions to smut throughout, mentions of alcohol, swearing, jake being whipped!! MDNI 18+

“Cookies or Brownies?” you hum, rifling through your kitchen cupboards.

“Cookies, we’re not monsters babe.” Jake replies seriously from where he’s stood behind you, checking out your ass.

You snap back up with a cheer and the brown sugar you were looking for in tow. Jake quickly diverts his gaze in favour of not getting caught and decides that your fridge magnets are suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

His intense inspection of the little windmill stuck to your fridge has you snorting, quickly turned into a squeal when Jake pats your behind with a little more force than intended.

“Jake!”

“What?” He spins around as if to look for someone else who could have committed the offending action.

“You’re stupid.” You giggle, jutting your hip out to hit his own.

Jake reciprocates the action before finally picking up a wooden spoon and smacking it against his palm loudly.

“Where do you need me chef?”

“Fold the butter into the brown sugar,” you instruct, “softly.”

Jake rolls his eyes purposefully obnoxiously and sighs loudly, “I know.”

“Don’t make me remind you of cupcake gate.”

Jake’s attitude drops, “we agreed not to bring that up.”

“I play petty Seresin, now fold. Gently.” You sass.

Jake chuckles at your demeanour and gets to work, following your orders to complete the cookie dough.

Once complete and set to chill in the freezer, Jake goes to leave the kitchen but instead watches on in amusement as you pace around anxiously. After your third rearrangement of the trinkets on the window sill he interrupts.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

You sigh dramatically and throw yourself into his arms.

“I’m nervous.”

Jake snorts, “why?”

You pull back from where you face was smushed into his chest and pout, “don’t be mean. I’m scared they won’t like my cookies. Or me, for that matter.”

Jake’s thumb strokes absentmindedly over your cheek in an act of comfort.

“All kids like cookies. Fact.” He states, “and they’re gonna love you because they love me and I love you.”

“I don’t want to be their uncle Jake’s lame girlfriend who makes bad cookies.” You bite at your pushed out lip.

“You won’t be, now let’s bake these suckers.”

Jake pats your ass playfully as you bend down to retrieve the cookie dough.

“Put the oven on.” You order.

Jake mock salutes, “yes, chef.”

You run through about ten outfits before finally settling on what to wear, and as you brush through your hair once more, the doorbell goes.

You can hear Jake and his sister talking downstairs as well as the excited giggles of his nieces. When you finally descend the stairs Jake’s sister is smiling up at you.

“It’s great to see you again!” She gives you a one armed hug, the other holding the girls backpacks.

“You too!” You look down to where the girls are holding on to each of Jake’s hands, “and it’s great to meet you girls!”

The younger of the two immediately leaps forward and grabs onto your hand, “I’m Ellie, you’re pretty,” she singsongs.

You bend down and wipe at a smudge on her face, “Not as pretty as you!”

Ellie giggles determinedly and turns back to her mom to smile.

“Ellie, Olive, be good okay?” Jake’s sister nods her head to the two girls before looking back up to the two of you, “and thank you for looking after them on such short notice.”

Jake rolls his eyes, “you know it’s fine, now go have fun.”

“Thank you!” She smiles before kissing the girls on the heads and making her exit.

You look back down to the girls, Ellie is still clinging onto your hand with a smitten look on her face. Her golden curls are kept in two pigtails with small scrunchies. She’s adorable and can’t be older than 5.

When you avert your gaze to Olive, she seems to blush slightly. She is partially hidden by Jake’s large frame but you can still make out her blue eyes and long, mousy brown hair. She looks much older than Ellie, probably about 9 or 10. Much more reserved as well.

“It’s nice to meet you Olive!” You beam.

She nods in your direction, “hi.” It’s almost a whisper but you smile in acknowledgement anyways.

“Jakey I’m hungryyyyy,” Ellie drags out the “e” sound of her Y.

“Well that won’t do will it, Ellie bellie?” Jake teases, dropping Olive’s hand in favour of scooping Ellie up into his arms.

Olive chuckles awkwardly at the commotion and fiddles with the straps of her bag as Jake carries Ellie towards the kitchen where the cookies are almost finished. You can sense a small amount of anxiety radiating off of her, you were similar at that age. Never quite feeling in place. It suddenly becomes your duty to make sure she understands it’s okay.

“I love your hair, it’s so long!” You smile comfortingly at her, reaching out to fiddle with the ends.

She leans more into your touch and speaks quietly, “thank you, I- sometimes I think it’s kind of boring.” She shrugs.

“It’s really beautiful! I wish I could grow my hair that long,” you hum, inspecting the completely undamaged strands of hair.

Olive smiles up at you, “I just wish I could do more hairstyles with it.”

“I could braid it for you? If you would like that of course?”

“I would really like that,” Olive nods.

She lets you lead her upstairs where you sit her in front of your vanity with all your hair and makeup products. You watch fondly as she “oohs” and “ahhs” at the products on display.

“Tell me if I hurt you at all okay?” You question as you brush out her mostly untangled hair.

Olive nods in understanding, “can you do two french braids?”

“Of course!”

You sit in silence for a few moments as you brush and part her hair. You can feel her gaze on you from the mirror.

“You okay?” You hum.

“You’re really pretty, y’know? Way more than Uncle Jake.”

Her words make you giggle, “Your Uncle Jake is very handsome, why else would I be with him?” you tease.

She snorts, “I figured it wasn’t because he was clever.”

You try not to laugh too loud at her quip and bite your lip, “he has his moments.”

Olive rolls her eyes and mumbles “sure” and once calmed from your laughter you’re able to start on the first of the braids and talk to her more.

“How’s school?” You question absentmindedly.

“It’s okay,” she answers. Olive opens her mouth again as if to say something else, before closing it again.

“You can tell me,” you affirm.

“Promise you won’t tell Uncle Jake?” She asks.

“Pinky.”

She quickly intertwines her little finger with yours before beginning.

“There’s this boy,” she blushes as she sees a grin spread across your face, “he sits next to me when we do science, and he’s really cute.”

“What’s his name?” You ask, trying to keep your face neutral.

“Trey. But I don’t even think he knows my name.” She sighs.

“I’m sure he does, Olive, especially if he sits next to you.” You reassure her.

“I mean he only really talks to me to ask for help, but one time he told me he really liked my shoes.” She gushes.

“That’s a good sign Olive,” you confirm, “if a boy likes you he’ll make sure to compliment you, don’t settle for a boy who doesn’t make you feel special, promise me?”

Olive nods diligently, “promise.”

You make a little “aha” noise as you finish with the first braid and begin to move onto the second.

“Did Uncle Jake do that?” She ponders.

“Hmm?”

“Make you feel special?”

You nod your head as your fingers move nimbly through her hair, “he asked me out five times before I said yes.” you giggle in remembrance.

“Five?” Olive chuckles.

You’re not quite sure how to explain to Jake’s niece that you thought he was something of the manwhore before he finally professed his feelings for you.

“I wanted to know that he was committed,” you decide on.

“Uncle Jake really loves you. I heard him on the phone to my mom yesterday and-”

“Stop spilling all my secrets would ya?” Jake quickly interrupts, butting the door open with his foot.

Ellie is propped on his right side holding a plate of what you can assume are your cookies. She and Jake had long gone through the sheets of her My Little Pony colouring book and had decided to come find the two of you and share the cookies that were quickly depleting.

Olive giggles, “sorry Uncle Jake.”

“It’s okay kid,” he grins and plops Ellie down on your bed before coming to stand behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pecks you on the lips quickly.

Olive and Ellie both pull faces and Jake laughs, “I thought that’s what you wanted to do to Trey, Ollie?”

Olive gasps, “how do you know? And no I do not!”

Jake taps the side of his nose teasingly. You roll your eyes and quickly finish off her braid, flipping them over her shoulders.

“Done.” You pat her head and hope her anger will diffuse.

“Thank you,” she smiles brightly at you, but returns to shooting daggers at Jake just shortly after.

“Cookies?” He offers up as a peace offering.

Olive still keeps up her impressive pout.

“I made them babe don’t worry,” you provide.

“Well in that case,” Olive reaches for a cookie and takes a hefty bite, her eyes widen considerably, “these are so good!”

“Thank you!” You smile, brushing at the crumbs that had accumulated on her cheeks.

“These are the best cookies ever!” Ellie proclaims from where she is now chowing down on another cookie.

“Hey! I thought we said no more?” Jake frowns in faux anger, plopping down on the bed next to Ellie.

“You said that, not me!” Ellie giggles.

“You got me there, bellie.” Jake sighs in defeat.

Ellie throws herself into Jake’s arms and gives her best puppy dog eyes.

“Can we watch a movie?” She pleads.

“You wanna watch a movie, kid?” Jake pokes Olive.

Olive looks to you and you smile, “Yeah,” she nods.

An hour later, you’re all squished onto the couch watching Frozen. Ellie is long past waking up and is spread out across the “L” part of the couch snoring quietly.

You’re tucked into Jake’s side and he’s fiddling with your hand, he hasn’t been watching the screen at all. Instead, watching your features and the way Olive will point out her favourite parts and songs to you. He particularly enjoys her version of “fixer upper” which he presumed might be dedicated to him. He enjoys even more so when by the time the film ends the way that Olive is dozing off on your shoulder and the way you’re stroking softly at her arm.

“They love you,” he coos into your ear.

“I’m glad,” you hum, “I really love them.”

“Olive is never like that with anyone, she’s usually so shy.” Jake explains, placing a kiss at your temple and then tucking your head under his chin.

“I was like that too when I was her age.” You murmur as to not wake the girls, “I hope she knows how special she is.”

“You’re gonna be such a good mom someday,” he whispers down at you.

“I hope so.”

Jake had been waiting for what felt like hours. It was five minutes really. But when you had told him to go wait in the car he had expected you to be out much sooner than you were. And when you finally sat down next to him, he wasn’t all too pleased.

“Let’s go.” You hum, pulling down the mirror to apply a final layer of lip gloss.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

“Yeah, why?” You turn, a crease forming in your brow.

Jake winces, unsure of whether to continue, “your skirt, it’s really short.”

“I guess so.” You deadpan.

A beat passes.

“Are you going to cover up?”

Jake watches as your face drops.

“Why would I do that?” You reply snappily.

Jake sighs and begins to pull his car out of the driveway.

“Because I don’t want random guys hitting on you all night.”

“How is that my problem?” You retort, anger bubbling up.

“I just don’t want them getting wrong ideas about you, that’s all.” Jake tries to reason.

“And what would those ideas be, Jake?”

Jake can sense your rising anger. He doesn’t want to be in an argument with you by the time you reach the Hard Deck. That leaves him approximately four minutes to diffuse the situation he has caused.

“Just forget I said anything, it’s fine.” Jake dismisses.

“No, I want to know what you mean.” You assert, arms coming up to cross over your chest.

“Can we just drop it?” Jake sighs after a moment, “I don’t want to fight in front of everyone.”

“We wouldn’t have to fight if you weren’t being a dick!”

Jake rolls his eyes and doesn’t dignify you with a response, angering you even further. When he finally pulls into a spot outside of the Hard Deck you turn to him and flick at his shirt that can’t have more than two buttons done up.

“You gonna do that up sweetheart? Touch revealing don’t ya think?” You spit snarkily.

With that you slam the door to the car and make your way inside without looking back. Jake watches as you beeline for Natasha and rolls his eyes when she shoots him a dirty look. It was only more ammunition for her general distaste of him.

It goes like that for the rest of the night. You avoid Jake like the plague, sticking to Nat’s side mostly near the bar top. Although, you always stay within Jake’s line of sight which is heartening for him.

Bradley seems to find the ordeal hilarious.

“What did you do to piss her off this time?” He taunts.

Jake grunts. “I told her that her skirt was too short and that she needed to change.”

Bradley’s eyes widen, “bagman even I know you’re not supposed to say shit like that.”

“Yeah, well I know that now!” Jake spits.

“Hey don’t shoot the messenger,” Bradley rolls his eyes, “just go say sorry.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“She called me a dick.” Jake huffs.

“She’s not wrong,” Bradley offers.

Jake stays silent.

“You’re so petty.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Bradley and Jake stare at one another for a moment.

“Yeah, okay maybe,” Jake relents.

He sighs and averts his gaze back where you’re sat with Nat. You’re laughing so hard at something she’s said that you’re doubled over. You really did look beautiful, and Jake hadn’t even told you because he was too worried he was gonna get jealous and be a dick. Yet he still managed to do the last part.

“I hate when you’re right,” Jake admits, handing his beer over to Bradley.

Jake begins to make his way over to you, he’s going to apologise. However, he did not account for what was going to be quite the persistent obstacle.

“Hey,” a voice blurts from in front of him.

Jake catches sight of the owner of the voice, she’s tall and just a touch too blonde to be believable. She’s pretty, sure. But not you.

“Hey,” Jake replies absentmindedly, trying to make his way around her.

She steps in front of him again, blocking you from his view and tries to start up a new conversation.

“I’m Kendra, and you are?” She smiles in what Jake supposes was seduction.

Right now all he’s really trying to figure out is if your still at the bar or not.

“Jake.” He replies, hoping it will satiate her enough to move.

“Well Jake, it is great to meet you,” Kendra hums, sticking out her hand for Jake to shake.

Jake shakes it swiftly and goes to retract his hand, Kendra keeps it in her own grasp and plays with his fingers, keeping an awkward amount of eye contact with him.

“Look Kendra, I’m sure you’re a great girl but my-”

“I love your shirt!” She interrupts, “would probably love what’s underneath more.”

Jake cringes at her line and at the way her hand is now currently moving towards the excessive amount of chest exposed by his lowly buttons. Before she can reach skin, her hand is smacked away by red polished nails that Jake would recognise anywhere.

“Hey baby,” you whisper, before throwing your arms around Jake’s neck and smashing your lips into his.

Jake is all too quick to reciprocate, letting his hands fall to your ass only just covered by the tiny skirt that Jake has suddenly taken a distinct liking to. You pull back only to catch your breath, but instead catch sight of the seething blonde still stood uncomfortably close.

“We were talking!” She insists.

“He’s busy,” you cock your head to the side in faux apology, “sorry.”

She huffs and mumbles “crazy bitch” as she storms off, you pout to try and hold in your giggles. When you turn back to Jake, it proves useless trying to hold them in when you catch sight of his mouth smothered in your pink lipgloss.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jake breathes out.

“I’m still mad at you,” you tease.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m a jealous dick, you just look so fucking good I didn’t want anyone else to see you.” Jake explains, hands caressing at the skin at the tops of your thighs.

You snort, “I think I’m the jealous one,”

“Good, I like a change of pace sometimes,” Jake pinches softly at your skin and lets a smile grace his feature at the way you squeak.

“Should we get out of here?” You whisper, hand trailing down Jake’s chest to where his hand is resting on you.

You guide his hand underneath your skirt slowly until Jake realises the lack of barrier between his hand and your cunt.

“Fuck, baby.” Jake hums practically into your mouth from how closely you two are stood.

You step away from him swiftly and bring his hand back into yours, pulling him towards the parking lot. Jake could cry from happiness.

“If this is stupid you can just tell me, okay?” You ask from where you’re stood in front of a blindfolded Jake.

It’s his birthday today and you told him you had a surprise. He figured it would be a party, which he was thankful for but he couldn’t understand the point of the blindfold.

“Okay you can take it off now.” You instruct.

Jake all but rips the blindfold off and looks down at you to take in your attire.

“Jesus, baby.”

“Do you like it?” You question, giving him a little spin.

Jake’s mouth is agape as he watches the way you twirl, clad in the tiniest daisy dukes he thinks he’s ever seen and what can only be his flannel. The cream of your cowboy boots are subtle and suit you well.

“Like it?” Jake steps forward and shoves his hands into the small back pockets of your shorts, “I fuckin’ love it.”

Behind you, Jake can see his Stetson placed on the table, and behind that he can see into the garden where all of his friends are already drinking and chatting.

“You set this up, baby?” He nods to the glass doors.

“I had some help,” you shrug, finally moving out of his grip to grab his hat.

Jake extends his hand out for you to pass it to him, but is pleasantly surprised when you place it on your own head. He opens his mouth to speak, but your catch him before he can with a wink,

“I know the rule, cowboy.” You tease, placing your hand on his chest. “Consider it a birthday gift.”

Jake holds back a groan as you drag him outside to where he’s greeted by a chorus of “happy birthday”s and various other jokes about him getting old. It sort of shocks Jake at the amount of people there to celebrate, and he has to hold in a chuckle as he sees a number of your friends already beelining for the group of pilots nursing beers on the decking.

Bradley is quick to find Jake as the party gets into full swing, people chatting and music playing throughout the yard.

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch,” Bradley chuckles slapping Jake on the shoulder.

Jake has been staring at you for the last 10 minutes as you twirl around with Phoenix to the varied 2000s songs that have been on loop for most of the evening.

“Don’t I know it,” Jake boasts, clinking his beer bottle against Bradley’s.

You can feel a gaze on your back as you grind onto Phoenix whilst Nelly Furtado plays, not to your shock it’s Jake, head cocked to the side with a lazy smirk on his face whilst practically ignoring everything Bradley is saying to him. You can only giggle as Phoenix makes a teasing remark about him being whipped. She wasn’t wrong.

You make you way towards the boys slowly, smiling as you catch the end of their conversation.

“Whatcha talking about?” You goad, as Jake pulls you back against his chest already.

“You.” Bradley answers truthfully.

“All bad I suppose?” You bait.

“Oh the worst,” Jake fills in, pinching at the meat of your thigh playfully.

Deciding not to prod further, you turn in Jake’s grip to face him and plant a sloppy kiss on his face. It makes Jake laugh and Bradley mock gag, rolling his eyes and making his way towards Phoenix. Jake captures your lips with his a few more times, hands wandering dangerously low towards your ass before you pull away with a wink, and also slight fear of traumatising your guests.

“Patience is a virtue,” you remind Jake, he simply groans in response.

The rest of the night goes as such, Jake gets cornered into conversations, his eyes wander to you, you tease him some way or the other, Jake is left half hard whilst talking to an admiral. It’s uncomfortably delicious and Jake cannot wait for his last birthday gift.

At 1:30 AM, the only stragglers left are the dagger squad, drunkenly swaying around Jake’s backyard and singing horrific variations of “Slow Ride” to annoy him. It doesn’t even work, because Jake knows he has something so sweet waiting for him. However, his patience is wearing thin and considering these are the people closest to him, he has no qualms with speaking his mind.

“Alright, y’all time to get going,” he announces, herding everyone out.

Bob had been kind enough to offer to drive everyone home, and Jake was keen to take him up on it, helping Bob strap in their drunk friends with alarming efficiency.

“Hey! What’s the rush birthday boy?” Javy slurs as Jake buckles his seatbelt.

“He wants birthday sex!” Nat whisper shouts into Javy’s ear, with emphasis on the shout.

The truck erupts in whoops and crude hollers towards Jake and only Bob can offer him an apologetic smile.

“Good luck,” Jake pats Bob on the back.

“You too.” Bob replies with a laugh, eyes glancing quickly to where you’re stood on the porch, hip popped out against one of the wooden beams.

Jake all but sprints back to you, hauling you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You move to place his stetson on his own head, but Jake stops you.

“Nuh-uh sweetheart, you ride the cowboy, you gotta wear the hat.” He smirks, kicking the front door shut behind him.

“Seems fair.” You hum after a moment.

And when Jake walks into the changing rooms on Monday morning, taking off his shirt to reveal hideous claw marks down his back. No one bats an eye.

Jake had experienced what one could only describe as a clusterfuck of a day.

To start off the day, his alarm hadn’t gone off, meaning he had to sprint to his car and run a red light on the way to work. What was worse than the impending ticket that he was going to receive was the fact that he hadn’t even been able to kiss you goodbye like he does every morning.

It set him up badly. Jake Seresin was never one for superstitions but you were clearly his lucky charm. Proved so even further by the way his concentration was lacking in the flight simulations he was running. Then when they were up in the air, Jake was missing every opportunity to shoot down Maverick, messing up every manoeuvre and just generally souring his already damp mood.

To top it all off, the pièce de résistance, when Jake finally made it back to the changing rooms, itching to change out of his sweaty flight suit. His bag was sat open, clothes sopping wet whilst two of the newbies stood guiltily next to a broken shower head.

He almost blew his lid. Almost. But then he pictured getting back to you, falling into your arms after this tragic day and finally being able to relax. So for once, Jake decided to keep his mouth shut. He picked up his sopping bag and silently stalked out of the room.

When Jake reached his truck and listened to the way his bag squelched as he set it down, he held in another groan of frustration. The sun was still beating down and his sweaty flight suit was clinging to him in all the wrong places. Deep breath in, clench the steering wheel too hard, deep breath out. It was a 15 minute drive. He could do that for God’s sake.

Jake’s 15 minute drive quickly became a 45 minute one when he found out the road he was supposed to be taking was closed due to a burst pipe. The sky was a dusky purple as he finally pulled up outside your house. Jake can see that the light is on in the kitchen as well as your figure moving around languidly.

Jake slams the car door probably too loudly and rushes to the door. When he opens it, Jake is greeted with the loud sounds of your 90s playlist blasting throughout the house, he can hear you voice - although somewhat out of tune - belting along as well.

It makes him smile, for the first time on that horrid day. Jake’s bag of damp clothes are forgotten by the door as he quickly shucks himself of his boots and makes his way towards the kitchen. He opens the door to the sight of you wiggling your hips to Santana whilst holding a spatula and pushing around some type of stir fry.

You continue your movements, but turn at the sound of someone entering, a large smile gracing your face once you realise who it is.

“Hey, handsome,” you preen, dancing your way towards him.

Jake can’t help but chuckle at you movements, but he quickly falls limp once your wrap your arms around his neck. His large arms wrap around your waist tightly, engulfing you in him. You take note of Jake’s subdued demeanour, and raise one of your hands to scratch at the hair at his neck just like you know he loves.

“You okay, babe?” you hum, swaying him slightly.

“Shit day,” he groans out, leaning further into your touch.

“You wanna talk about it?” You continue your ministrations.

“Later.” He huffs, “Just wanna be with you.”

Jake’s sweet words make you melt into him further, burying your face into his chest. The arms of his flight suit were tied around his waist, only his tight black undershirt covering the expanse of his chest. He smelt like a combination of jet fuel, sweat and his cologne that he’d hurriedly sprayed in the morning. It should probably be off putting but it was so undeniably Jake that it was addictive. You inhale again as you place a chaste kiss against his pec.

“Are you sniffing me?” Jake chuckles.

“You smell so good,” you can only groan out, smushing your face into him again.

Jake leans back and takes your face in his hands,

“I’ve not even showered, I stink,” he chuckles incredulously.

“You still smell so good,” you whine, lips forming a pout.

“That means we’re meant to be or something, my pheromones get you going huh?” Jake teases.

“Never say pheromones again,” you roll your eyes and wiggle out of his grip to lower the heat under the pan you were searing the food in.

Jake follows you diligently, arms wrapping around your waist so he can cling to you as you move about the kitchen. Once bored of your movements, Jake swiftly lifts you up to sit at the counter top.

“Jake!” You swat at his chest, “we need to plate up the food,” you remind him.

“It can wait,” he decides, leaning in to connect his lips to yours.

It’s what he’d been waiting for all day. The pillow of your lips on his, the way you melt into his touch. One strong hand caressing the side of your face and the other gripping at your hip. You rest one hand on his chest, the other at the back of his neck, guiding his face to yours over and over again. Jake feels like a teenager again, making out with his girlfriend on the kitchen counter top. Except his 16 year old self would probably lose his mind trying to figure out how he ended up with someone like you.

Once you’d let Jake’s tongue explore your mouth in a kiss that had lasted far too long, you finally pull back to catch your breath.

“You want food?” you question with a smile.

“Please,” Jake hums as you hop off the counter. He smacks at your ass you walk away from him, “I’m starving.”

You roll your eyes fondly, and get to plating up the food. Jake isn’t too keen on letting you out of his grip, so you sit in his lap as you eat, feeding him and yourself at the same time. It’s nice, his strong grip is comforting and Jake appreciates how eager you are to listen to his rant about his shitty day.

“I was missing you all day, baby,” Jake murmurs, kissing at the side of your neck.

“I always miss you, Jake,” you smile earnestly, “now go shower and I’ll wash the plates.”

Jake allows you out of his grip so you can stand and move back around the kitchen, he shadows you once again, moving in tandem with his hands never leaving you.

“I thought you were going to shower?” You question, placing the last dish in the dishwasher.

“I don’t wanna leave you,” he whines.

You sigh, holding in your smirk as you turn to face him. “You wanna shower together?”

Jake has never looked so giddy as he practically races up the stairs, shirt flying off as he climbs the steps.

“You’re insatiable!” You yell after him.

“Only for you!” He yells in return.

“I’ve thought a lot about what I could say right now,” Jake clears his throat.

He’s not nervous. In fact he doesn’t think anything has ever been so clear in his mind.

“I think usually when people do these things they tell memories or defining moments about their relationship, but the truth is. Every goddamn moment since I met you, I knew this was the only possible outcome.”

Jake looks down to where your sat with your shared friends and family, you look like a dream really. He’d been antsy about not seeing your dress, but now he was glad he’d waited.

“Y’know she turned me down five times before finally agreeing to go out with me?” Jake chuckles into the mic he’s holding.

Laughter rings out through the guests but Jake’s gaze never wavers from you. You’re rolling your eyes at him with a smile on your face, letting out a giggle as Jake’s mom squeezes your hand.

“I don’t blame her, I was kind of a mess. I’d just been stationed back here on North Island, and Javy was my only friend because I was a dick.”

The dagger squad, raise their glasses in a cheers to Jake’s statement, cracking the room up again.

“I never thought Rooster would be sat at my table at my wedding, I’ll admit that.” Jake laughs out.

Bradley in return whoops and raises a hand in salute to Jake.

“He’s single by the way ladies,” Jake winks to your elderly grandmother.

“Anyways, as I was saying, total dick, with a lacking moral compass and even more so in my emotions. I was kind of betting on getting the mission done and going back to wherever the hell I was stationed and moving on. Then I ended up pissing off the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen by pouring a drink down her shirt, and she chewed me out worse than any admiral I’d ever crossed.”

“It was expensive!” You quickly yell out in defence.

“As you can see, I’m still making up for it,” Jake teases, “but from that moment onwards I realised I needed to get my act together. My pea brain was shocked that a woman would cuss me out like that, and I immediately fell in love with her. Which probably makes me sound crazy but seriously, being around you for five minutes makes you want to be a better person, and being around you for this long has made me a better man.”

Jake’s smile can only widen when your glossy eyes meet his, “Rooster once told me I was a lucky son of a bitch to have you, and as annoyingly as always. He was right. I don’t know how or why you agreed to be my girlfriend, and it’s a godsent miracle that I get to call you my wife. You’re the best person in every room - sorry everyone - and the most beautiful person always. I love you, which you already know, but I just wanted to say it again,” Jake exhales.

Jake raises his glass in a final toast, “to my beautiful wife, the new Mrs Seresin.”

Glasses clink around the room and Jake almost misses you beelining for him throughout all the commotion. Your arms wrap swiftly around his neck, pulling his lips against yours. You kiss him softly, before pulling back to whisper to him,

“You know I love you so fucking much right?”

“Of course I do, baby,” Jake hums.

“You’re the best man I know,” you smile, leaning in to his lips again.

Jake dips you as you kiss, feeding off of the theatrics as people holler. People are standing and moving towards the dance floor as he brings you back up, forehead pressed against your own.

“Do you know how hot it is that you’re my wife?” He smirks.

“Mrs Seresin does have a nice ring to it,” you decide.

“The best, actually,” Jake replies, as he’s dragged towards the dance floor by Javy.

a/n: jake is so husband coded it’s not even funny,,, like THAT IS MY MAN!!!!

@roosterforme ages ago we were talking and you asked me to tag you when i posted my jake fic, sorry it’s been eons hehe i hope you enjoy!!

pls comment, reblog, or send me an ask and tell me what you think!!

thank you for reading :))

- honey <333

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can't unfeel that // Jake Seresin x fem!reader

pairing: hangman x reader (no y/n)

synopsis: jake and his FWB are going strong, totally not developing feelings, totally unaffected and happily still in friends territory...in completely unrelated news, Jake discovers a breeding kink

word count: 8k of smut interspersed with feelings

A/N: This fic is a follow up to kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit; it’s not necessary to read that first, but it is the dynamic (if you haven’t read it, that’s where Jake discovers choking so it’s a fun time) (also the title is another line from the same song). Thank you to @gigisimsonmars for the inspo and beta-ing, and @laracrofted and @bradshawsbitch for opinions, moral support, and straight up coaching!! 💙

Warnings: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI explicit PiV, unprotected sex, non negotiated breeding kink—friendly reminder this is a work of FICTION oh my god use protection and communicate explicitly with your partner beforehand please please please— f!receiving oral sex, hint on condescension, denied/delayed orgasm, overstimulation…if none of that phases you, there’s also swearing.

This was friend behavior; friends totally go grocery shopping together.

It definitely wasn’t a big deal that you and Jake were at a Whole Foods, him looking for some kind of weird protein powder while you picked through cartons of blackberries.

It was absolutely casual that he’d moved into a small house off base, and you were spending the night more often than not.

Your friends with benefits situation was continuing as expected, and the domesticity of it all was not, in any way whatsoever, throwing you off.

You wrinkled your nose at your reflection in the mirrors over the produce section, wondering who you were convincing. In the mirrors, you saw a man with a child on his hip come up to peruse the bell pepper section, and you stepped aside to give them more room.

“I’m so sorry to bother, but would you mind?”

You were surprised when the man spoke to you, and you turned to see him sheepishly looking between the rows of bell peppers, and the toddler who wouldn’t let go of her father, her lower lip quivering dangerously each time he readjusted his grip to reach for some vegetables.

“Of course,” you said, pulling down a produce bag. “What can I grab for you?”

“Actually,” the man shifted the child on his hip, “could you just take her for a minute? My wife sent this massive list and I have like a dozen things I need to get, and it’d just be faster…”

“Oh,” you said, looking at the girl who looked dubiously back at you, trying not to read gender roles and expectations into someone just asking for help. “If it’ll help, sure.”

“Thank you so much,” the man sighed in relief, handing over the child with little fanfare. The kid looked at you suspiciously, and you settled her onto your hip, not giving her a chance to second guess the arrangement. The man moved quickly down the aisle, pulling out a list to consult and grabbing different vegetables, as you narrated to the child, hoping the steady flow of information would be enough to offset the fact that she was being held by a stranger.

“Did you know,” you told her quietly, “that Brussels sprouts grow on stalks, like almonds? They look like little cabbages, and they’re technically related, I think, but they don’t come out of the ground like that. The pattern they grow in is actually called helical—which I’ve never said aloud until this moment, but it’s the same base word as helix, so I hope I got it right—around the stalk…”

You rambled on as the father continued to dart up and down the aisle, coming back occasionally to drop the bagged produce into the trolley. You heard a familiar footstep on the linoleum, and turned both you and the child towards it.

“And that man over there,” you told her, smiling conspiratorially as Jake rounded the corner, his boots giving a distinctive cadence to his step, “didn’t believe me when I told him it’s actually Brussels sprouts, with an ‘s’ at the end.”

Jake’s face went on a journey when he found you, then registered that you were holding an unfamiliar child, and his eyes slid over to the father running frantically up and down the aisle. A strange expression settled on his face when he looked back at you, almost frowning, as he walked closer to you.

“It’s not his fault,” you continued to the toddler, who was watching Jake with open fascination as he approached. “He’s a cretin whose unpopular vegetable of choice is an asparagus.”

“Ha ha,” Jake deadpanned as he stepped beside you, looking between you and the child with that same unfamiliar expression on his face. “What’s this?”

The father chose that moment to reappear, dropping a mesh bag of yellow onions, a carton of fingerling potatoes, a bundle of scallions, and a couple heads of garlic into the trolley, and nodding at Jake before turning back to you.

“Honestly, you’re a lifesaver,” he thanked you fervently, reaching for his kid. She went without complaint, and you briefly envied her unflappability, before you were preoccupied by other things.

Things like Jake stepping way into your personal space, and leaning forward to brush a kiss on your cheek. You shivered, surprised by the contact, but Jake stared intently at the man’s retreating figure, juggling his daughter and the trolley, either unaware of or unbothered by the heavy gaze following him.

“What was that?” you asked him, as soon as the man finally rounded the corner. Jake’s nose wrinkled, before he shook his head and stepped out of your personal space. He wasn’t looking at you, but held out the shopping basket towards you, showing a brown envelope labeled Organic Pea Protein on top of the groceries you’d already picked out.

“I found the powder,” he said, his voice level, and you weren’t sure if you were crazy or if he was suppressing. But Jake didn’t look like he was going to divulge any additional information, so you reached behind you haphazardly, grabbing the first carton of berries your fingers closed on.

“And I’ve got the berries,” you announced. You checked your selection as you dropped it into the basket, mentally grimacing when you saw you’d picked blueberries.

“You hate blueberries,” Jake said, frowning slightly.

“Sure do,” you muttered, looking at them, before pasting a smile on your face to look back at Jake. “But we’ve committed at this point. Anything else we need?”

Jake looked at you for a long moment, then shook his head tersely. “Uh, no. No, let’s go.”

You were both quiet as you stood in line to check out, making cordial conversation with the cashier, and then fading out as you carried the paper grocery bags out to the truck. The silence was almost disconcerting, but Jake didn’t seem upset, just like he was focusing intently on something, you weren’t sure what. You were loading the groceries into the backseat behind the passenger door when you realized Jake wasn’t opposite you, and that his bags had already been loaded. You were looking around for him when strong hands closed around your waist, and Jake pulled you to him, closing the door in front of you, before pressing you against the side of his truck. You expected him to turn you to face him, but you braced yourself against the truck when he didn’t, his broad body caging you against the door.

“Jake?” you asked softly, unsure what he needed, or was looking for, knowing that sometimes it was easier for him to feel you than to tell you. You could feel him drawing in slow breaths from the way his chest expanded against your back, and his hips pressed slightly forward at your soft question.

“Just a sec,” he said gruffly, his voice muffled as he turned his face into your hair. He wasn’t kissing and he wasn’t nuzzling; it just felt like he was grounding himself by touching you, and you knew that, despite trying to convince yourself otherwise by the bell peppers, your heart was in trouble. Because not only only did you not mind, you wish he’d let you do this more.

You nodded, sliding your hand up the side of the truck so you could rest your face on the back of it, while you waited for him. Jake drew in a couple more breaths, and then his hands on your waist loosened, as he turned you to face him.

You went easily, arms dropping from the truck to his shoulders, hoping if your presence had steadied him, your touch could do the same. His eyes were stormy, the green of them clouded over by something complicated, something messy, and your hand snuck up from his shoulder to the back of his head, pulling his face down to you. You didn’t kiss him, but you watched his eyes slide closed as you pressed his forehead to yours, and his shoulders dropped slightly.

“Want to tell me about it?” you asked quietly.

He didn’t say anything, but you felt him shake his head, his hair scratching your forehead from where it was trapped between you.

“Want to get out of here?” you asked instead, and this time felt him nod, causing something like pride to well up in your chest, relieved that he’d trust you enough to be able to voice what he wanted.

“Okay, then,” you said, gently as you could, “ let’s go.”

Again, Jake nodded, and you felt his hands tighten on your waist.

“When we get home,” he said, his voice rough, “I’m unloading the groceries. You’re going straight to my bed, changing out of this, and into my old Staubach tshirt.”

Jake didn’t phrase it like a question, but you knew he was asking it anyway, so you nodded. You felt him exhale a long breath against your cheek, like relief, and then he released you suddenly, like he had to do it at once or he wouldn’t at all.

He stepped away from you to open the passenger door, made sure your feet were tucked in before shutting it, then crossed in front of the truck quickly, pulling the truck out of the lot before his word choice snagged in your mind—home.

You looked at Jake out of the corner of your eye and he wove the truck in and out of traffic. His eyes were squinted against the bright sunlight, but the expression on his face was unfamiliar to you. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were tight on the steering wheel, and when one dropped to the stick to shift gears, the movement was terse, precise. You wanted to be a more altruistic person, you did, but realistically, something warmed deep in your stomach as you anticipated what that meant for when you got home.

When he pulled into the driveway, Jake was out of truck before it’d fully stopped, yanking open your door and turning you to face him, on the edge of the seat. You fumbled to undo your safety belt as his hand on the back of your neck drew your mouth to his, his lips claiming yours in a hungry kiss.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you reached a hand up to his jawline to steady yourself as he pressed you back against the seat. He kissed you hard, heavy, and you knew there was something he was saying that he wasn’t telling you, but you couldn’t quite read it off his lips. His mouth moved hungrily over yours, then he pulled himself back, pressing chaste kisses on the corners of your lips, your chin, across your cheekbones.

“Upstairs,” he said, his voice low. “Be ready for me.”

The heat that had been curling in your belly since the parking lot fanned into a flame in his words, and you nodded mutely. Jake helped you out of the cab of the truck (a couple more kisses and a smidge more of that voice, and you probably would’ve slid off the seat), and you walked on unsteady legs towards the house.

Upstairs, you rooted through Jake’s pajama drawer, looking for the worn navy tshirt he’d requested. You could hear the refrigerator door opening and shutting as Jake shuffled groceries around the kitchen, and you stripped unceremoniously, before pulling the tshirt over your head. The material felt soft, the hem falling just to the tops of your thighs. Jake’s footsteps sounded on the stairs and you darted over to the bed, perching on the edge of it as he came into the room.

At the sight of you, something softened in his demeanor.

His shoulders lost some of their tension, even as he pulled in a deep breath, looking at you. Your thighs pressed together as you fought the urge to squirm under the intensity of his gaze, no less unsettling for its familiarity. He noticed, of course, his eyes darting down to your thighs, and an almost-smile growing on his lips.

He walked into the room slowly, each step measured, and by the time he made it to the bed you were practically vibrating with need. To hear his voice, to feel his touch, to know you’d generated some kind of reaction from him, while you sat fidgeting.

Jake stopped in front of you, running a finger along the neckline of the shirt, and you couldn’t help but lean towards him.

“Thank you.”

He said it quietly, and it surprised you. You weren’t sure if he meant for changing, for waiting, for understanding that he couldn’t say whatever it was, but as you met his eyes as he stood over you, you nodded an unspoken ‘you’re welcome’.

Jake’s hand trailed down the front of the tshirt, his touch warm even through the cotton. His fingers stalled when he reached your breasts, his thumbs passing languidly over you as he confirmed you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Your nipples hardened under his teasing touch, light and unhurried, even as his eyes darkened.

“So good for me,” Jake murmured, and his hands dropped farther. He tapped the tops of your thighs and you opened them obediently. There was no pretense here, no point in pretending his words and his authority didn’t affect you. As you parted your legs, Jake sank to his knees beside the bed, his eyes flashing as he bent level to your hips.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over you, the endearment falling from his lips like it was natural, even if it was only when you were like this, “is this for me?”

He pressed a feather-light kiss to your core, his tongue darting out between his lips to taste you and you knew what he meant—you were already glistening with arousal. Jake’s fingers came up to grip your thighs and he inhaled deeply as he spread your legs farther, sending a flush of color across your chest. You always felt desired with Jake, but sometimes it felt carnal, the way he needed you to fill all his senses.

Another light kiss, another sweep of his tongue, tantalizing promises and teases for the both of you. You leaned back on your hands, braced on the bed, as Jake’s gentle touches continued. It wasn’t at all what you’d expected, this soft exploration, and your hips lifted towards him, asking for more.

He pulled back.

You whimpered at the loss of his mouth, looking down to see him licking his lips. Jake’s chin was wet, shining with your arousal, and he’d barely touched you.

“Jake…” you started, your body canting towards him, but his hands on your legs stilled you.

“Asked you a question,” he mumbled, holding your eyes while he leaned in to place another chaste kiss on your cunt. His lips closed over you, his tongue curled against you, and you trembled at the dark look in his eyes.

“Yes, fuck,” you breathed, and Jake sucked where his lips had sealed, a reward. “All for you, Jake, only you.”

He hummed, the vibration causing your head to fall back as he placed another maddeningly controlled kiss on your core. He lapped at you slowly, pulling your arousal into his mouth, savoring your taste, taking his time. You realized you were trembling, your body shaking as Jake took what he desired, finding his pleasure between your thighs.

He kissed you, again, again, a soft trail up to your clit. When he rolled his tongue over that tight mound, your arms gave out, one of your hands tangling into his hair while you fell back to your other elbow.

Jake chuckled against your core.

“Need something, sweetheart?” he asked, licking a long stroke up your cunt. Your back arched and you cried out as Jake smirked into you, his tongue circling your clit. “Use your words.”

“More,” you gasped, your hips bucking into his touch. “Please, Jake, I need more.”

“More?” Jake asked, his voice low, and his teeth brushed over your clit as he sucked. You moaned, and Jake soothed you with more light kisses before you felt him shifting. A moment later, a thick finger traced along your folds, and you nodded feverishly.

“Please,” you begged, “I need—”

“Oh she needs, does she?” Jake mused, and you whimpered as he pulled back. You felt his cheek press against your thigh as he watched his fingers pulling through you. He spread you with his hand, holding your folds apart so he could lick deeply into you. The pressure of his tongue, the sureness of his touch, it felt so good, but it wasn't anywhere near enough.

And he knew it, the asshole.

“Yes, please, I—” you broke off with a yelp when Jake pinched your clit. He leaned in to soothe it with another frustrating kiss, but your body echoed with the throbbing pulse.

“Most people would be grateful to have their man on his knees, wouldn’t they?” Jake said, his voice muffled as his lips trailed over your core, but the teasing derision still present, sending a tremor through you. “But not you, hmm, honey? You want more.”

Your breath caught at his words; surely he hadn’t meant to say your man.

He wasn’t yours like that, hot as it was for him to say it…but the illusion of it was enough to set your reeling. You looked down at him—hair mussed from your fingers, pupils blown wide from your taste, shoulders panting as he chose between air and more of you—and this afternoon you liked the idea of him being yours.

“Greedy, greedy girl,” Jake chastised softly, when you didn’t correct him, but if you closed your eyes, you could pretend there was a fondness hiding in the gentleness of his voice.

He thrust two fingers into you.

You arched off the bed, a wail falling from your lips as Jake curled his fingers inside of you.

“And I take care of you, don’t I,” he said, kissing your cunt sloppily as his fingers worked in and out of you. “Every damn time, satisfy this needy pussy, this fucking perfect cunt.”

The stretch of his fingers, the wet drag of his tongue, the dirty sting of his words, washed over you and you moaned as he wrecked you.

“Yes, Jake,” you practically whined. “You’re so good, you feel so good, please—”

“That’s right,” Jake gritted, his fingers working faster. He thrust into you, stroking your walls and kissing it better with his warm mouth. You felt your thighs shaking and heat building in your center and you didn’t remember falling back onto the bed, but you didn’t remember anything other than the torturous, teasing, all consuming need that Jake was stroking between your legs.

“Fuck, honey, squeezing me so tight,” Jake panted. “You gonna cum for me? After all that needing, you gonna let me make you feel good? Come on, sweetheart, let me have it; it’s mine.”

His fingers continued stretching you, thrusting into you with perfect, intoxicating, precision and Jake leaned closer to your core again. His nose brushed against your clit before his lips closed around it, sucking messily, and you felt the building pressure inside of you shatter.

You heard yourself sobbing like something in a dream, distant and echoing, but all you could feel was the tremors wracking your body, and Jake’s tongue pulling you through it.

“Pretty girl,” Jake was murmuring between kisses. “You’re so damn beautiful, all the time, but when you come for me it’s something else. You did so good, sweetheart, so good, and you taste like fucking heaven…”

You whimpered as your head cleared, pulling weakly at his hair as he continued to kiss your sensitive core.

Jake continued to lap up your release, unrelenting, unsatiated, and you both groaned when he eased a finger back into you.

“How we doing, sweetheart,” he asked, and when you opened your eyes, he was watching you carefully. You realized he was holding his finger still inside of you, and it was your hips pulling him into you, rocking into his hand.

“Good,” you whispered.

Jake nodded, and his finger curled. “That’s my girl.”

His words soothed over you, and you felt them settle warmly over your skin, the same as when he’d called himself your man. It was probably pheromones, nothing more, but God it was a lovely thought.

“Sweetheart…” Jake’s voice was quiet, dangerous. “You know what that look does to me.”

This was happening more often than not, little moments where you wished for more, and Jake had to remind you that that wasn’t the deal you’d both agreed to. You clenched your eyes shut again, trying to make it go away.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

When you looked at him again, Jake’s forehead was pursed in a frown, and he shifted his weight to climb up onto the bed. He lowered himself over you, his hard body pressing over your soft one, and his mouth found yours. He kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue, even in the gentle insistence of this kiss.

Jake pulled back, his lips trailing along your jaw, your neck.

“Don’t apologize, honey, please don’t,” he whispered against your skin. “I can’t…please don’t.”

And you pressed your lips tightly together to trap the words, but when he pulled back to look at you, you knew you couldn’t look, not without showing him what he didn’t want to see. You could feel him watching you carefully, gauging your reaction as he added another finger inside of you. He groaned when you clenched around him, his hips rocking into you slowly as yours spread wider, to cradle him.

“Feels good, Jake,” you gasped, loving the weight and motion of him.

He sucked on your neck, nibbling lightly and letting go as he rocked into you again. “Why’d you have to do that,” he mumbled into your collarbone, “look at me like that, then tell me it feels good. Makes me want to keep you, honey.”

Your hips stuttered against his, even as you knew he didn’t mean it, he couldn’t. Before you could ask and before he could take it back, he surged up to kiss you again. There was something almost frantic in his kiss, desperate enough that you knew this was it, whatever had gotten into him back at the grocery store.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of you, settling his hands on your waist, squeezing tightly to orient himself. His face was buried in your neck, hiding, even as his clothed hips rutted harder against you.

“Tell me what you need,” you asked, one of your hands coming up to card through his hair. He shivered, this enormous pilot, shivered at your words and your touch. He pulled back to look at you again, carefully, for a long moment.

The afternoon sun was fading, and he looked golden in your arms, crouched above you. He hadn’t pushed your hand from his hair, and you smiled when he moved his head, adjusting where you were scratching him, working up the gumption to say whatever it was he needed.

“Can we pretend?” he asked at last, his voice holding something almost vulnerable. “I…maybe I can explain it later. But for now, can we just pretend?”

You didn’t know what he meant, but, irrationally, you trusted him anyway. If this was what he needed, and you could provide it, then you would. You nodded, and he let out a slow breath, nodding back. Beyond that, he didn’t move, looking almost uncertain with what to do next, so you pushed at his shoulders lightly.

“Let’s start here, yeah?” you prompted, pulling his shirt over his head.

Jake helped you, shifting to his side so you both could work on getting his pants off. Then he was in his boxer briefs, and you were in his shirt, and then he pulled that off of you too. The air was thick for a moment as you lay looking at each other, waiting.

You ran a hand down his chest, over the smooth skin and coarse hair, thickening as you trailed lower. You brushed your fingers over his length, straining against his underwear, and looked back up at him through your lashes.

“Don’t you want to fuck me, Jake?” you asked softly. He nodded, eyes closing as you ran your hand over him again.

“More than that,” he whispered.

He felt good in your hand, hot and thick, and you watched the outline grow as you waited for him to finish the thought.

You felt him brush some of your hair out of your face, before he said quietly, “Want to get you pregnant.”

You froze.

When you looked back up at him, Jake was watching you closely and your heart felt like someone had it in a chokehold because that was what he’d meant by pretending?? You’d mentally prepared for some variety of roleplay, maybe even an admiral or rank kink, but this? You, just with a future together?

While your mind was screaming that it was unintentionally cruel, your body was sighing that it was so. Damn. Hot.

You had an IUD so it wasn’t a possibility, but the fantasy was admittedly one that sent a pulse of need straight through you.

“Color,” Jake asked softly, and you bit your lip.

If you said no, he’d be apologetic, probably fix you a bath or go downstairs, give you some space while he fixed something from the grocery run earlier. You’d eat together, pretend it hadn’t happened, and he’d help you get back to base, whatever you needed. Unless what you needed was to be here with him, like this, only not pretend.

It was that simple, wasn’t it: there was no way you were walking unscathed away from knowing how Jake fucked you when he wanted a future with you.

But you looked at him, into his soft eyes that were waiting for you, hoping for you, and there was only one word in your mind.

“Green,” you whispered.

Jake’s eyes closed.

The hand that had brushed your hair away settled on your neck and he pulled you to him.

“Thank you,” he said, and before you could process that, he kissed you.

This kiss was different.

It wasn’t possessive, it wasn’t hungry. It was almost tender. It was gratitude, honest and insistent, pressed against your lips as Jake thanked you for something he had no way of knowing you wanted.

It was too gentle, but when you tried to deepen it, Jake held back, soothing you with soft caresses. His hands were light on your shoulders, your waist, the side of your face, embracing you with more than just his kiss. You melted into it, the gentle slide of his mouth against yours, his sweet taste, the strength of his arms around you. Jake kissed you until he felt you trust him with it, and then he rolled you both over.

He settled over you, his long body draping over yours, and you wanted to melt into the bedspread. Your arms were wrapped around him, pulling him closer to you, and one of your hands ran over his stomach to slip into his underwear. You hummed into Jake’s kiss as your fingers wrapped around his cock, warm and heavy in your hand, and his hips pushed further into your grasp.

“Honey, hold on—” he muttered against your lips, but you shook your head. His touch was too good, there was too much unspoken, and if you let the tenderness fester unchecked, you weren’t going to be able to handle this.

You could lean into this, you could do it. You slid your hands around his back, pushing his boxer briefs down to his thighs before your hand returned to his cock. You knew he always got a little worked up when he went down on you, and as you stroked your hand over him, precum beaded on the tip of his cock.

“Waited long enough, Jake,” you whispered, “want you to fill me.”

Jake drew in a sharp breath at your words, and he nudged your chin with his nose, moving your face so he could kiss up your neck. His mouth was more desperate than focused; you knew he’d leave marks and you tried not to think about why you wanted him to. You shifted under him, moving to guide his cock towards your entrance, brushing against your thighs, slicked with his spit and your orgasm.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, words muffled against your neck, a warning and a promise as you ran his cock through your folds. “You’re so warm and I’m not even in you yet.”

“Want to feel you,” you told him, wishing your voice was wrecked because he’d asked you to pretend, not because the thought of him having you like this sent your head spinning.

“I know, honey,” Jake said, voice low. “Just give me a sec.”

You could hear his breathing, measured like he had to count it, like it was overwhelming for him too. You licked your lips as you lined him up with your core.

“Come on, Jacob,” you cooed, letting go of his cock and running your hands up his side, settling under his shoulder blades, “don’t you want to breed me?”

“Fucking hell,” Jake swore, and his hips slammed forward.

Your head fell back as he shoved his cock into you, stretching you, deep and hot and sudden. You whimpered his name as your body ached in the most delicious way, stuffed, full.

“What’d you think would happen, honey,” Jake said, his voice hoarse, but his tone sharp. His arms caged around you, and he pushed off the bed to pull out slowly.

The drag of his cock through your cunt was devastating, but not half as much as the look on his face, when you opened your eyes.

Fuck, he looked so good.

Sandy hair in his eyes, expression strained as he held his body in check, his eyes blown wide with desire. His head dropped when he pulled nearly out of you, just the tip still in you, and you felt yourself clenching down on him, needing him. His lowered head draped his dog tags against your chest, the cold metal causing you to gasp.

Jake chuckled, a rumble of a laugh, and the tags dragged across your chest, then trailed up your neck as he leaned forward while he pushed back into you. You looked down your body, down to where his thick cock, shining with your joint arousal, was pressing back into your entrance.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Jake said, and you looked up at him. “That’s right. Look at me while I feed you my cock.”

You whimpered, every impulse telling you to close your eyes, let your head fall, focus only on the stretch of his cock and your body adjusting to him. But you let your eyes burn as you looked up at him, and Jake almost smiled.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Beautiful girl, doing so good for me.”

Your nails raked up his back as he bottomed out in you. He felt so deep, like you could feel his heartbeat, or maybe that was just the way his chest was pressed up against yours. It felt like every inch of your body was connected to his, melting into him, as Jake waited for you to adjust. His eyes darted over your face, watching you carefully, and it warmed you just as much as his body over yours.

“Need you to move, Jake,” you gasped, when you were ready. “Need to feel you move.”

“We’re back to need, are we?” Jake asked wryly, but he rolled his hips, pushing deeper into you before pulling himself back out. He thrust back into you, your body accepting him, craving the push and pull and the fullness of him. Jake set a steady pace, deep and thorough and you felt like every time he pressed into you it was too much, and when he pulled out, like you needed him all the more for it.

So, yeah, you were back to need.

“Fuck, those sounds you’re making,” Jake groaned. “You sound so good, sweetheart, I could come just from hearing you.”

You hadn’t even realized you were whining, each thrust of Jake’s hips punching sounds out of you. A layer of sweat coated his skin, soothing the abrasion of his chest hair as he moved over your and the juxtaposition of it all—his words, his cock, his sweat, his chest—clouded your mind so all you could do was keep making whatever noises he pulled from you.

“But not today, huh?” Jake continued, pushing back into you. “Not today, because today’s not just about getting us there, is it, it’s about fucking filling you.”

You moaned at his words, nodding desperately, feeling yourself clenching him tighter at his words. God, you wanted to feel that, wanted to feel him.

“‘s that what you want, baby?” Jake gritted, his hips slamming forward. “To be so full of me, with my seed, not just when I can give it to you like this. Fuck, you’d always have me in you, wouldn’t you, carrying me.”

You felt yourself sliding up the bed, being pushed up by the force of his thrusts. You reached back for the headboard, finding it closer than you’d expected, pushing back to meet Jake, and he moaned.

“That’s right, sweetheart, push yourself back on this cock. You need that don’t you, to milk it till you’re full of me?”

You cried out as you nodded, needing that, just like he said. Jake swore under his breath, reaching down to rearrange you. He pulled your legs out from your hips, hooking his elbows under your thighs and easing into you again.

“Jake, fuck,” you groaned, the new angle pushing him impossibly deeper. Pleasure curled hot in your core, stoked higher by the friction of Jake’s thrusts. Your body was still sensitive from your first orgasm, but his cock and his words had you hurtling towards that precipice again, sooner than you could’ve imagined.

“You too, sweetheart,” he gritted, but he couldn’t know, couldn’t feel this as much as you did.

“Jake,” you whimpered. “I’m want to come, please—”

“No,” Jake gasped, and your eyes flew open. His jaw was slack, his eyes hooded, but his expression was intense as he looked down at you. His mouth opened slightly when he pressed deeper into you again, but he gained control when he pulled back, your body protesting the loss of him.

“No?” you echoed, and he shook his head.

“We have to time it right,” Jake murmured, his cock shoving back into you, “if we want this to stick, honey, you have to come with me.”

Your eyes rolled back, at his words or from the steady press of his cock. “Jake—”

“Count us down, sweetheart,” Jake said, voice stern. He braced his hands on either side of you, his arms shaking as he held himself in check, but his expression steady. “I’ll get us there, but you tell me when you need it.”

Fuck, you were pretty sure you could come just then, if he told you to. But you bit your lip and nodded, rewarded by a slow push as Jake rolled his hips into you.

“Ten…” he prompted.

“Ten,” you repeated, not sure if you could make it that long. Jake pulled back as he stroked out of you, and you heard him spit a moment before a cool wetness covered your clit.

“You look so beautiful,” Jake whispered, his thumb brushing over your clit. “God, how unreal you’re going to look carrying my child.”

“Nine,” you gasped, your vision blurring as his finger worked over you.

“Fuck, with your stomach all round,” Jake broke off as he thrust into you sharply, “filled, carrying my child...”

His thumb moved in a circle with delicious, maddening pressure, and you moaned as his words settled over you. “Eight.”

“These tits,” Jake leaned forward, his shoulders pressing your thighs flat against the bed and his mouth closing over your breast, messily kissing you, “they’ll be fucking swollen, won’t they, as you get ready to nurse our child.”

Your back arched off the bed as his tongue worked over you, mirroring the motion of his thumb. His mouth was wet and warm and perfect, and heat pulsed through your body. You could feel everything and you keened as you tamped it down, knowing you had to wait.

“Seven,” you managed, and Jake hummed, you could feel it.

“So soft, swollen, and all full of milk,” Jake mumbled, switching to the other breast. “And when you’re aching and sensitive, I’ll be there for you—bet you’ll taste so sweet like that, won’t you, darlin’.”

The thought of nursing Jake was stunning, and you moaned when you realized he was sucking at you, nipping and miming milking your breasts. You felt your body tighten, your toes curling and you shook your head against the pillow.

“Six; I’m not going to—”

“You’ll make it,” Jake soothed, releasing your breasts and shifting back, returning his attention to your clit. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart, I know you can do it. Just a little longer, have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“Five,” you gasped, “I’m ready, Jake, please–”

Jake pressed more firmly on your clit, stealing your words as your breath caught. “I don’t know, honey—you’re doing so good for me, but it’s a big fucking load. That’s what you need, that’s what I need, so much fucking cum, to get my girl pregnant.”

You could only moan, surrendering to the feelings and emotions he was caressing out of you. Your skin felt white hot, and you could feel your legs trembling; it was only a matter of time before you lost control entirely.

“Four,” you whimpered, and Jake thrust into you again.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothed, his own voice tight as he fought off his orgasm. “You’re milking my cock so good, honey, can you feel it? Feel how hard you make me, how bad I need you, how I need to fill you?”

His rhythm faltered as his pace sped up, his cock plunging into you. Jake grunted at the top of every thrust, a sound of deep satisfaction that curled through you, gave you strength you didn’t know to hold off, to wait for him, to do it together.

“Three,” you cried.

“That’s it, sweetheart, because I do need to feel you, need to fill you, pump till you’re full of me and see me dripping out of my pretty cunt. Christ, you feel so good, you’re so good, how are you—”

Jake broke off, his hips slamming into yours, his cock reaching a place that had you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back and you reached for him blindly, anchoring yourself with a hand in his hair, the other closing around his dog tags, moving with him as he thrust over you.

“Two,” you moaned.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Jake groaned. “Almost there, almost time for me to fuck a baby into you. Fuck, you’ll be such a good mama, won’t you, so smart and beautiful and glowing when you’re carrying my child, all contented because I gave you everything, always will, and you can’t leave then, not with my seed—tell me you’re close, honey, are you almost there?”

“Jake,” you wailed, your count forgotten as your body trembled, his words closing around your heart like a vice. Jake’s pace was bordering on erratic, rhythm lost, his sweat dripping down to your joined bodies every time his hips met yours.

“Gonna give you a baby,” he gritted, “but you have to come with me, come with me now, please, fuck, sweatheart—”

Jake came with a shout, hoarse and sharp and he pressed his hips into you. He pulsed inside of you, his hips shuddering, and you could feel his cum streaming into you, hot and deep and what you needed. His head dropped to your chest as his body loosened with his release and you felt your orgasm break over you, like a thousand fuses lit at once.

The room swam, blinding light and senseless heat, pulsing over your skin like a heartbeat, and your awareness was distilled to him—Jake.

Jake’s beautiful groan when he finished, echoing around in your head, the holiest sound you’d ever heard.

Jake’s hips stuttering weakly against yours, thrusting even after he’d cum, like he couldn’t stop.

Jake’s voice, hoarse, whispering words you couldn’t discern, phrases you must’ve heard incorrectly, promises pressed against your skin.

Jake’s hands, shaking with the force of his orgasm, but smoothing over your skin, checking you, soothing you.

The light faded and you fell back into yourself, into your wrung out body, drenched in sweat and pleasure. The room felt hazy, heavy, and you realized Jake had matched his breathing to yours. You reached down, pushing the sweat-dampened hair off his forehead, smiling reassuringly when he looked up at you.

You could see it on the tip of his tongue, wanting to ask if you were okay, but he held it back, and you watched him shut down the part of him that was nervous about what had just happened.

“Hi,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

“Hey,” Jake said back, clearing his throat. “Um, I can get a towel—”

“Can we stay?” you asked, hoping it didn’t sound too desperate. You just needed a minute, just a moment to bask in the warmth of what you’d pretended to feel, before your mind could catch up enough to pretend it away.

Jake hesitated for a moment, before nodding, and gently rearranging your legs, laying them down beside him before he shifted onto his back, pulling you with him. You went easily, resting on his chest and drawing a deep breath, thankful for the borrowed moment.

He probably wasn’t pulling out to avoid making a mess, knowing a washcloth was far away, but you could almost imagine it was because he craved the closeness as much as you did.

As you settled against his chest, one of Jake’s hands came up, absently running up and down your arm. You thought it had to count for something, the ‘friends’ part of ‘friends with benefits’, so you steadied yourself before you asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jake’s hand stilled, then resumed its slow brushing as he petted you. You knew he knew what you meant—you weren’t asking about the sex, you were asking about before.

“Not really,” he said quietly.

You’d expected as much. “Okay.”

Jake’s fingers drummed against your arm, and the room was quiet again. The sun was setting, casting the room in an orange light, like the inside of a lamp.

“I mean, if you want to, we can,” he hedged, after a minute.

You scoffed. “That doesn’t mean much; I always want to talk with you.”

Shit.

The words had slipped out before you could stop them, and you squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you could take them back.

“We can ignore that,” you mumbled, and Jake chuckled softly, before sobering.

“If I tell you why,” he said, “can we ignore that, too?”

Ignoring and pretending, how you’d always expected falling in love to be.

Even though no one could see you, you rolled your eyes at yourself, and your malaise. You nodded into Jake’s chest, knowing he could feel it.

His hand was back to stroking your arm, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

“You kinda looked like that kid,” he said.

Your heart stopped.

“What?” you managed.

“At Whole Foods,” Jake said, “when you were holding that little girl. I just came around the corner and it was like…like I saw a whole parallel life, one where someone married you, gave you kids. And I’d just walk by you in a grocery store, without knowing. Hell, even knowing, you looked like a family, like you fit together, like…”

He trailed off and your head physically ached as your mind whirred, processing his words. “Jake, she didn’t look anything like me.” “Her hair was similar,” he continued, a stubborn lilt to his voice, and you knew he wasn’t looking to be reasoned out of this.

“Okay,” you said, wetting your lips, waiting for Jake to finish the thought.

Only he didn’t.

He simply lay there, with you, his hand moving gently up and down your arm, seemingly content.

“So you decided you wanted to roleplay us getting pregnant?” you prompted, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to say anything else.

Jake sighed. “I hated it.”

You jolted at his words. “What?”

“Shit no, sweetheart, not that,” Jake said hurriedly. “Not what we—no, are you kidding, that was so damn hot—I meant seeing you in the store. With him. And holding her. It…I don’t know, it made me mad it wasn’t me.”

You pulled in a sharp breath, trying to find a platonic way to interpret that.

You could feel your heartbeat in your temples, so loud you couldn’t think, much less rationalize and you pushed yourself off of his chest. Your hips ached as you spread them again, settling your knees on either side of Jake as you looked down at him, still joined. Jake’s expression was guarded, but he let you look, shifting his shoulders on the pillows but meeting your eyes. Without your arm to stroke, his hand fell to the top of your thighs and resumed its motion there; you could tell the silence was making him nervous.

Well, that made two of you.

“I need you to be so fucking honest with me, Jake Seresin,” you said, proud of the way your voice was steady. “What does that mean?”

A hundred emotions flashed across Jake’s face before you could name them, and then he pushed himself up, settling you firmly on his lap as he brought his eyes level to yours.

“It should be me,” he said, “not with a kid, per se, and not just in Whole Foods, but people should look at us and see we fit.”

And then he kissed you.

For a moment, you were frozen.

This couldn’t be happening.

It had to be a weird, sex-induced dream where Jake told you he was jealous of an absolute stranger, jealous enough to admit he had something dangerously close to feelings for you.

But even as alarm bells sounded in your head, you knew this wasn’t a dream.

Because your body was sore in a very real way, the man in front of you was flushed, his fingers digging into your thighs with nervous tension, and he was kissing you carefully, so carefully, like he could pull back at any moment if you told him to.

Like hell.

You leaned into him, your hands wrapping around the back of his head to pull him closer to you. You felt him relax, felt his shoulders loosen and his arms wind around your waist, pulling your body flush against him. And this kiss was new, it was different, it was excitement and a little bit of embarrassment, at the foolishness of waiting so long.

You broke away, panting, and Jake rested his forehead against yours, his chest heaving. In the orange light, he looked gilded, too good to be true, like maybe he was Midas but you didn’t care if your skin turned to metal, so long as he didn’t stop touching you.

His long lashes fluttered, and your heart flipped at what you read in his green eyes as he opened them.

“Jesus, Jake,” you muttered, teasing, “you could’ve just told me you wanted to go steady.”

He chuckled, a warm low sound that you felt shake his body at the old-fashioned phrase.

“Yeah,” he said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple, “but then we would’ve never discovered you had a breeding kink.”

Your jaw dropped and you pulled back, sputtering. “Excuse me—”

“I know, I know,” Jake shook his head, grinning, incorrigible. “But admit it: you loved it.”

You snapped your mouth shut, trapping the response that threatened to bubble out, words you hadn’t dared think, much less speak, before this moment. Jake looked at you, at your pressed-together lips and eyes that always said too much, and his smile softened.

“I know,” he said again, quietly, and he kissed you gently. Jake’s arms were tight around you and you leaned into him, letting it—whose kink it was, what you loved, what he knew—all go, knowing there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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spidervee · 1 year

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just a little spicy!seresin because it’s Saturday and we all need more Jake in our lives 🌻 18+ Jake seresin x fem!reader smut; fwb; sex; praise kink; dirty talk

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” Jake grins down at you, the heft of his body over yours, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“Stop,” you whine, a hand coming up to cover your face. Suddenly you’re embarrassed. It’s not the first time Jake and you have taken a tumble between the sheets, but each time he gets soft with you, makes you imagine this might ever be more than a friends who sometimes fuck situationship, you feel the need to curl into yourself, to hide from how badly you want that.

“C’mon,” Jake breathes out a laugh and gently pulls your hand away so he can look into your eyes, gaze intense as it meets yours. “I see you baby girl, I see you. Don’t be shy.”

You decide to save face by playing coy, closing your eyes and biting your bottom lip. “Can’t help it,” you whisper, threading your free hand through the hairs at the nape of Jake’s neck. He shifts slightly between your legs, his cock rubbing up against your bare core, movement easy through your slick.

Jake makes a noise somewhere deep in his throat—a grunt of amusement—before he places a soft kiss on your forehead. “You gonna make this difficult, hm?”

You only groan in response as his fingers leave heated trails over your skin, journeying down, tweaking your nipples, splaying a large hand over your belly, pinching your hips, circling your clit.

“Y’know what I’m gonna do now, sweetheart?” Jake is teasing, his voice deep and dripping with the lilt of his Texan roots. You manage a nod, but Jake makes a tutting sound and you open your eyes to watch him. He repeats his question with a particularly firm press to your clit. Your back arches up and he grins like the devil.

“Fuck me,” you breathe, “You’re gonna fuck me.”

“Good girl,” Jake sighs, positioning himself at your entrance. “So good for me.” He slips in slowly, every inch of him making you ache deliciously, filling you like he was made to be there, inside you, as close as possible.

With his hips flush against yours, Jake gives you a moment to adjust before you wiggle under his grip and whine, urging him to move. Each thrust is quick and hard, followed by the throbbing drag of him as he pulls out agonizingly slow. He helps you rest your legs on his shoulders, his hands on your hips.

“Lift.” Jake’s instruction is short and direct and you listen automatically, lifting your hips. His hands splaying out on your ass, holding you up as he continues to pump in and out of you with abandon.

“Touch yourself.” Another instruction, another immediate response. Your hand moves down to where your body is melded with Jake’s and you feel heated as he watches your fingers work alongside his cock. He continues to whisper how good you are and it doesn’t take you long to unravel around him, making him throw his head back at the pulsing of your cunt. Your legs are shaking, knees quivering, and it feels like you’re going to fall into the mattress, but Jake is still there, still holding you.

“I got you, baby,” he whispers, still fucking you through your high, “I got you.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 5 months

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Pretty Like A Devil

Divider by @firefly-in-darkness

Part 1: A Drastic Change

California was a far stretch from the blistering winters of New Hampshire. The sun and sand was a distinct contrast to the polar chill that blasted the state, and your home town, last year.

You could have blamed the cold exclusively for your move, if you had kept the sordid truth of your failed engagement to yourself.

Unfortunately the gossip vine of your small town had revealed the half-truth of your broken relationship—while wholly leaving out the kind of person your fiancé was behind closed doors. Truly, you should have considered this some kind of good will circumstance. You were out, out of your ex’s life and away from his palpable jealousy and anger.

What should’ve been a victorious break, had left you feeling poisoned.

Yet you were the one who felt like they’d been stabbed with an iron dagger, twisted to mar your flesh and bone. You felt as if you were the one who was scaldingly afflicted by the loss of someone who wasn’t even good for you.

Your ex, Brett Peters, had been the man you were going to marry. He was supposed to be the man you would’ve wanted to settle down with because you loved him. You were engaged, you should’ve been happy with the man since you were willing to hitch your ass to his.

However your happiness was an illusion you put on for your family and his—a mask to hide the dire emptiness you felt anytime Brett raised his voice. You were a woman who was left feeling empty and lonesome, broken by the man who was supposed to love you.

That anguished seed was planted long before you ever caught him cheating—long before you were suspicious. Maybe you had been settling, maybe you were just looking for someone to care for you.

Settling for someone who wasn’t worth your energy yet still felt like he owned you. He made you feel as if he was doing you a favour by keeping you with him. Brett had made it clear, or tried to, that even the worst of his behaviour was good for you.

Before you caught him physically cheating, you caught him talking to other women. It didn’t always have to be over text but you had caught him exchanging messages. Other instances you would go out to dinner, or out to some clubs he and his friends wanted to go to. You would catch your fiancé hitting on other women, lying to them that you were engaged.

Still you couldn’t leave.

And then when you physically caught him cheating, you had come home early from work after not feeling good. You walked into your bedroom and saw your fiancé ploughing another woman from behind. He didn’t know you were there, neither did, and you were frozen in place listening to your ex grunting like an animal.

You should have been glad to get out, happy to have the relationship broken. But your heart broke, and you foolishly allowed yourself to think it was your fault. You allowed your ex to convince you that he had to cheat because of you.

You nagged him, you wouldn’t give him what he wanted when he wanted. You were too much, you weren’t enough. Your ex had to cheat because he had a high sex drive and you were busy at work.

It always boiled down to being your fault, nothing was ever caused by his own hand. In your fragile emotional state you believed him.

You believed you weren’t good enough, you believed that Brett was right and that he was the best you could do. He had worn you down like a piece of wood he whittled, into accepting all the bullshit he spoke as cold hard facts.

You felt like a shell of a person and you would’ve cratered if it wasn’t for Vida…

Your best friend Vida was your lifeline. She had promised you that everything would be okay. She promised you that no matter where in the world she lived, her and her fiancé Rooster would be there for you.

You didn’t think you would ever have to take her up on her offer. With your broken relationship, you wanted a change and you turned to Vida. Your childhood best friend didn’t waste a moment, not a damn second, in offering you to head to California. She had offered for you to stay with her and Rooster, a place they had off base, while he was there teaching.

”The California sun is amazing. It’ll do wonders for you!” Vida’s over excitement was natural and poignant, but under the chipper beat was worry.

”It’s a far cry from New Hampshire winters.” Your body’s natural ability to heal yourself had stopped when it came to the emotional gaping wounds of your heart. Whether he was a bastard or not, you were still planning on marrying him.

”And you have to go to Rooster’s favourite bar. Lots of fun there, lots of hot pilots.” She grinned and nudged you, attempting to bring you out of your shell and return you to the person you were before.

Vida and Rooster were incredible together. Vida and Rooster were the kind of couple that made you want to believe in soulmates. And though you’d never really met Rooster in person, you’d seen him enough through video calls with Vida to know he was exactly her type.

The plan was to meet him at the favourite hotspot after Vida picked you up. Your gratefulness didn’t wait until she had pulled out of the airport parking lot. You thanked her with great enthusiasm.

Vida saved your sanity, if not part of your life.

”Thanks for letting me stay with you, Vida.” You couldn’t have shown her enough gratitude for giving you an out.

She couldn’t have possibly known how much this had meant to you. No one could have.

”Welcome to California, Y/N. You deserve it.”

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Good Pups Get Rewarded

18+ MDNI

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x afab!reader

characters: jake seresin, reader, the dagger squad

warnings: THIS IS SMUT 18+ MDNI, this is pure smut, not cute fluffy with smut thrown in there, SMUT FROM START TO FINISH, switch and dom/sub mechanics, restraints and gags used, pet names, slight pet play (use of the name pup), overstimulation, sub-space, safe colors (green, yellow, red) mentioned and put into play, tears, bathroom sex, the dagger squad is a bunch of pervs, please please please let me know if i missed anything! (ps this is written by a virgin)

word count: 2600 (on the fucking dot baby)

a/n: this is a product of me and a dress and the horner (don’t ask), and glen’s post golden globes workout audio

i want to thank @lovinglyeternal (or @lovingbradshawafterdark) for working with me on this in the chat and @cassiemitchell @startrekfangirl2233 for reading over this and making me blush

and thank you @startrekfangirl2233 and @roosters-girl for assisting with the title

summary: jake’s a switch... (that’s it, that’s all you get)

OKAY MINORS IM SERIOUS TURN AROUND AND WALK YOUR BUTT HOME THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

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Jake Seresin is a switch.

You wouldn’t think it, but he is.

Jake’s cocky, arrogant, so full of himself it’s surprising he can fit in his cockpit.

He didn’t know he was a switch until he met you.

You bring that ego right back down to earth with a single glance.

It was his sister’s wedding. You were wearing a satin, forest green dress that had two slits up the side.

You’d swept him away with how easy you were to talk to.

Jake loved your sense of humor and how your chest flamed red when he complimented you.

You had taken his hat at some point in the night and he burned hot with desire watching you dance with it on.

“You know, Darlin’. There’s a rule down here about takin’ a cowboy’s hat,” he said, the natural rasp in his voice becoming more prominent with his accent.

He expected you to blush and giggle, like you had at previous points in the night.

But no.

You turned and pulled him in by his belt, the satin of your dress pressed against his black dress pants.

“I know the rule. Why do you think I took it?”

For the first time in his life, a girl had made him gulp while also giving him the hardest hard on he’s ever had.

“You’ll get your ride, Cowboy. You just have to be patient. Think you can do that?”

Jake was gobsmacked by your authority and managed to utter out a flustered, “Yes, ma’am.” And you smiled at him, “Good.”

That night Jake had the best time of his life.

His patience earned him the ride of a lifetime. He watched you with his tie binding his wrist to the headboard and the satin of your dress brushing his sensitive skin as you rode him with his hat on your head and your tits spilling out of the top of your dress.

*******

Which is how he ended up where he is tonight.

He watched you bend over the pool table in your sundress, your ass barely brushing his already painfully hard cock.

He can’t help the whimper that escapes when the friction disappears.

“You say something, Jakey?” You ask, faux innocence dripping in your tone. He presses himself against you, “Please, I’m dyin’ here, Darlin’. I need-” He cut himself of when you arched a brow at him, he knew he fucked up.

He stumbled to fix himself, pulling away from you and holding your hand. “Ma’am please, I’ve been so good,” he whispers, his tone pleading.

“You know the rules, Baby. You’ll wait like a good boy or I can go home and fuck myself while you stay here until I tell you to come home.” You look him directly in the eye, “It’s your choice pup.”

Jake’s face pinches in annoyance and he grumbles something unintelligible but obviously bratty.

You pulled your hand from his and go to sit your pool stick down, “Okay, if that’s how you want it.”

Jake is quick to protest, “NO DON’T.”

He snaps his mouth shut and looks around at the aviators that glanced his way before clearing his throat.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be so good,” he whispered, desperation clear in his eyes and tone. You sigh and turn back to your pool game, “Alright then. How about we get back to this game of pool and you try not to cum in your pants? Then maybe, you can get a reward.”

He nods, swallowing his whimper before saying, “I’ll try, ma’am.” You nod and then you and Jake continue to play.

****

Jake was losing it.

His jeans were too tight. His brain could only focus on your curves in your dress and the way you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Damn Hangman,” Coyote said, watching how Jake couldn’t pot a single shot he took. “Looks like your girl’s distracting you.” Jake grips his cue as you bend over, the backs of your thighs looking heavenly. “‘M fine.”

His friend raises an eyebrow, but lets it go when you turn around with a triumphant smile. “I win!”

Jake can only give you a crooked smile as he tries not to look at your chest when you bounce on your toes in excitement.

Coyote takes Jake cue, “Let’s do a round of darts. Build that ego back up, buddy.”

Jake tries to relax but his body is vibrating and his mind is starting to cloud over.

He throws his darts as best he can, but he’s either hitting the board low or missing it completely.

“Hey, I was just kidding, earlier. But now I’m worried.” Jake shook his head, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, ‘Yote. I’ll be fine.”

Jake took a breath, glancing over at you and feeling that familiar tingle in his lower back when you smiled at him.

He let out a shaky breath, flexing his hands to release the tension.

“Are you sure-” “It’s fine, trust me. Everything’s under control.”

No it wasn’t.

It was far from undercontrol.

Because the moment he looked back at you and saw your tits bounce as you won another game of 9-ball.

He was gone.

The band in his torso snapped and he groaned lowly as he willed his hips to stay still.

He’d just failed at his only task.

Without saying a word, he left to the bathroom, not looking at you as he passed you. He was embarrassed and felt he let you down.

You passed your cue to Payback and followed your boyfriend to the bathroom, locking the door when you got in there.

You glanced at his jeans when he turned to you from the sink, seeing a spot slightly darker than the dark washed denim.

You cup his jaw, feeling the cold water he had just splashed on his face, “Awe, did pup make a mess?”

He nods, tears glistening in his eyes because he’s disappointed you.

“Oh, Baby,” you gave him a gentle kiss before sinking to your knees. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. I’ll clean you up. You tried so hard for me.”

He moved to touch you but you backed away. “But you can’t touch, grab the counter.”

Jake nods quickly and does as told.

Once he gets a good grip on the counter, you work his belt and buckle open before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

You place open mouth kisses to his cum soaked boxer briefs, tasting the salty sweetness through the fabric.

“You taste so good, baby.” Jake whimpers at the complement from above you. “Thank you, ma’am.”

You smiled and finally freed his rehardening cock. “Look at you, pup. Such a pretty dick, even when it’s covered in your cum.” Before he can thank you, you start to lick up what was coating him, making sure to clean anything off his thigh, pubic bone, and balls.

You’re being through and gentle, stroking him as you gather the cum that pooled in his underwear and letting it drip on his shaft before licking it off.

Jake was gasping and moaning above you, lost in the feeling of your mouth and the sounds of content you made before praising his taste and his behavior.

He was so lost that he hadn’t realized his hips were moving on their own as he tried to fuck your face.

As soon as you felt his hips move, you stopped and pulled away from him.

“No, sir. I’m in charge tonight, you know that. I don’t want to punish you because you’ve been so good. But I can’t let it slide, pup.”

Jake whimpers and you can see he’s white knuckling the counter top. “I’m sorry ma’am. It won’t hap-appen again.” You rubbed his thighs, feeling how shaky his legs had become.

“Lay down,” you ordered gently as you stood up.

He gulps, afraid that he did something wrong. “Ma’am?” You pointed to the tile, “Lay. Down.”

Still confused, he does as told and lays down on his back, taking deep breaths to remain calm and not show you how nervous he was becoming.

“Take off your belt for me,” you order again, kneeling beside him.

Now he’s worried. He’s unsure of what your intentions are and while he trusts you, he’s reaching his subspace and he’s nervous because he’s confused. But he also doesn’t want to disappoint you, so he doesn’t say anything and tries his best to do as told.

But you could see how shaky his hands are and that he isn’t looking at you.

You cup his face and coax him to look at you, “Jake? Jakey, look at me pup. Please.” He does and you can see his subspace almost taking him over.

“Pup, what’s your color?”

He gulps, not wanting to say.

“Pup… I need to know.”

He averts his eyes, “Yellow…”

“Okay, talk to me. What do I need to do? What are you feeling?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair.

“I’m… I’m confused, a little nervous,” he managed, now that he knew you weren’t upset.

You nodded, “Okay, I’ll talk you through it. You trust me, right?” He nodded, “Yes ma’am.” You take his belt off yourself and gently grab both his wrist and set them on his stomach.

You place the worn leather on his wrists, “I’m gonna restrain you. Is that okay?” Jake just nods. You shake your head, “Words baby, I need words.” “Yes, you can restrain me.”

Gently, you fasten the belt around his wrists.

Once you’ve done so, you hold his hand. “Color?” “Green,” he breathes out, closing his eyes as he begins to let himself slip back into his subspace.

You slip off your panties as he opens his eyes again, “Open.” He does so, moaning when your scent hits his nose and your taste hits his tongue.

“You’re loud, pup,” you say, staying true to your word that you would explain. You run your finger through his hair again and he follows you, nuzzling into your hand. “We can’t have Rooster hear and come in and see you like this. Can we, pup?” You know the door is locked, but he doesn’t.

He shakes his head and says, “No ma’am.” It’s muffled by the fabric, but you understood him

You kiss his forehead before moving into the 69 position.

Jake can’t touch or taste you, but he has a perfect view of your glistening cunt and he whimpers around the cloth.

You take his cock in your hand and pump him a few times, letting spit drip from your watering mouth and gently blowing air on his tip afterwards.

His strangled moan was heard from behind you and you gripped one of his bound hands. “I got you baby.”

Then you took him into your mouth.

You bobbed your head at a rhythmic pace, reveling in the moans, groans and whimpers coming from your boyfriend.

You’re taking as much of him as you can into your mouth, squeezing your throat by swallowing.

At one point you hum contently and it sends vibrations throughout Jake’s whole body, lighting his nerves on fire.

He’s moaning wildly and you’re certain the squad can hear.

Behind you, Jake has tears running down the sides of his face, his back is arching off the ground and he knows he’s close again.

You do too, so you pull back to catch your breath and Jake whimpers pathetically behind you.

You wipe your mouth, feeling how puffy your lips are, “Just a second, baby. I gotta catch my breath.”

From your position, you can see how tight his balls are and his thighs are shaking as he holds back from releasing on your face.

When you go back in, Jake’s moan causes your panties to slip out of his mouth and his pretty sounds are bouncing off the walls, making you clench your pussy around nothing.

But Jake saw it.

“You’re pussy’s so pretty…” The complement is thick with southern twang as Jake stays lost in his coming orgasm.

You moan around him and you’re certain your slick dripped onto his face.

Finally after a few more head bobs, you feel him twitch. “Can I cum, ma’am? Please can I cum?”

You pull back to answer, “Cum for me, pup.” You take as much of him as you can and feel him cum down your throat.

It’s a lot, and you almost can’t swallow it, but you’re not one to be wasteful.

Under you, Jake is arching off the tile, head thrown back as a primal moan tears itself from his throat.

“Thank you… thank you…” He pants, whimpering again when the warmth of your mouth is gone.

You get off him and kneel beside him, stuffing your panties in your pocket and undoing his restraints.

You move his head into your lap, shushing him and scratching his head, “You did so good. So so good, pup.” You take a moment before standing.

“I’m gonna clean you up and then we’ll get you something okay?” He nods, still dazed, but he barely registers your gone before your back with a warm paper towel and holding his hand.

He still hisses with sensitivity when you get him back into his underwear.

You managed to get you both against the wall so you’re not in the middle of the bathroom floor.

You almost laugh when his six foot stature curls into you, but he’s trembling with adrenaline and you know it’s going to be a while before he’s ready to get up.

Running your nails gently up and down his back, you praised him. “You did so good for me, Jake. I’m so proud of you.” You continue saying sweet nothings and adding forehead kisses as he recovers.

A few minutes in, someone knocks at the door.

“Y’all okay?” It was Bob.

“Hey, Bobby, could you bring us some gatorade and a few snacks?”

On the other side of the door, the squad was not expecting to hear your voice.

“Okay, but why does that-” “Rooster shut the fuck up,” Phoenix said, smacking him on the arm.

Bob rolls his eyes and does as requested.

****

He comes back with snacks, the gatorade, with a straw, and the bathroom key.

He knocked twice before coming in, “Hey, just me. I got the stuff.”

You nodded but continued to hold Jake, cooing praises against his temple.

Bob gives you both a small smile and a nod before going out and locking the door back while placing an ‘out of order’ sign on the door.

It takes about 20 minutes but Jake starts to come back from his subspace, his trembling lessening as he does.

“Hi, Baby,” you smile gently, holding up the gatorade with the straw.

He takes slow, careful sips and eats the snack.

You rubbed his back a bit before coming up to play with his hair, “You did so good, baby. Thank you for communicating and being honest with me. Please don’t ever hesitate to tell me how you’re feeling.” You tilted his head up to look at him.

“I want to make sure you always feel safe. And we’ll talk more about this when you’ve come back to me fully, okay?”

He nodded, swallowing his sip of gatorade, “Yes ma’am.”

You smiled and gave him a kiss, which he chased after when you pulled away. You giggled and gave him another.

****

Once his snack was gone and the gatorade was nearing empty, Jake looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Did you-” You shook your head and shushed him, “That’s not important, pup. We’ll worry about me later.”

**********

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Teaching you respect (Jake Seresin)

Summary: Jake Hangman Seresin is a good guy... until those times he regresses back to cocky pilot mode. Reader girlfriend decides it's time to teach him a lesson. Smutty smutty smut.

4.5k words (I got carried away!)

Author notes: Thank you so much for reading. I'm still newly returned to this Tumblr fic lark so all comments, likes or shares would be massively well received, thank you!

Warnings: Did I mentioned smut? Minors, there’s nothing for you here - do not engage and move it along! Femdom, a little angst, some edging, mild degradation, bad language, unprotected sex (be safe kids!), I think that's all but tell me if I've missed anything.

Teaching you respect

Frustration was a word you were used to when it came to dealing with that arrogant ass boyfriend of yours, Jake Seresin. And that wasn’t surprising. After all, he had a knack for winding everyone up the wrong way. If truth be told his quick mouth, cocky grin, and self-praising attitude were all things that had won you over for him back when you’d first met.

But there were sometimes he pushed even you too damned far.

You’d made no secret of the fact you were mad at the bar; refusing a new drink when he’d offered and telling him in no uncertain terms that you were leaving there and then, whether he liked it or not.

Of course he came with you. Jake might’ve been an arrogant ass, but he was protective too, and he also knew only too well just who he should be keeping happy when it came down to it.

You would’ve happily walked home alone, setting off from the bar while he was saying his goodbyes and walked as fast as your heels would take you even as he chased behind calling your name.

Not that it took him long to catch up; those long legs outstripping yours by almost double-time until he was walking backwards in front of you, asking what was wrong, and if you were ever planning to tell him what the fuck he’d done that was so damned bad.

You were almost back to your place when you finally caved at those baby blues looking pleadingly at you with the kind of puppy dog expression you knew only came out on special occasions.

“You even have to ask?” You fumed, keeping your rage quiet for fear of waking the neighbours. “The way you talked about your ex like that? And in front of me? Are you fucking kidding.”

For a second he looked reluctant - apologetic even, but quickly the puppy dog face was gone, replaced by the cockily raised brow and smirk you were all too used to.

“Oh baby,” he asked, hands moving out towards your waist as he stepped closer and tilted his head, “is someone a little jealous?”

Holding up your hands you stepped back and away from him. “Jealous? No.” You looked him up and down, “I knew about your past when we started this thing. And I also know that you know you’ve got it way better here than you ever did before.”

Again he smirked, this time as much in appreciation as arrogance before stepped forwards again and reaching to pull your face closer to him. “Yes ma’am.”

You swatted his hand away. “This isn’t jealousy Jake, it’s respect. It was fucking disrespectful of you to sit there telling that story while any woman is with you - especially your own damned girlfriend.” Still holding your hands up you walked around him and unlocked the door into your apartment.

It took a moment but eventually he followed, trailing a few paces behind you on the stairs at a distance you guessed was as much about checking out your ass in tight jeans as it was trying to appear apologetic.

You were still seething when you walked into your shared bedroom and dropped your handbag, moving to the dresser to take out the large silver hoops from your ears when he walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips, moving his head to drag a small kiss down the side of your neck.

Shrugging yourself away, you snapped. “Jake stop. This isn’t something you charm your way out of.”

“Baby come on, you know I’d never speak about you that way.”

You refused to meet his eyes, even in the reflection, and instead continued your night time routine, slamming jewellery and make up remover down onto the dresser with much greater force than usual as you moved.

“Yeah? And I bet you would’ve said the same thing about her once too, huh?”

Out the corner of your eye you saw his reflection in the mirror, shaking his head and letting out a short almost disbelieving laugh in response. It was enough to have you whirling, all pretense of restraint gone.

“Oh you think this is funny?” The force with which you turned and walked towards him was enough to have him stepping back and into the bed, leaving him with nowhere to go as you advanced towards him. “It’s not fucking funny Jake. It wasn’t funny when you were some slutty pilot breaking hearts and talking shit about the women you screwed, and it’s not funny now when you claim to respect me.”

His cheeks flamed with anger, but his voice was smaller than usual. “I do respect you.”

Still furious you jabbed a finger into his rock hard chest. “Yeah, so you say. I swear, Seresin, someone should teach you a goddamn lesson. Show you how it feels not to be top dog for a change.”

His eyes narrowed, this time just a hint of anger creeping in under the arrogance. “And I guess you’re going to do it, huh?”

This was usually the point in a fight when you’d walk away - take yourself off for to the kitchen for a drink, or to the bathroom for a long shower to give yourself some space. Both options would always end the same way, with Jake giving you just a few minutes’ space before coming in to join you, covering you in kisses and touches that quickly turned your fury into a different kind of fire. It was his way of apologising, you knew; a way to make it up to you without having to delve into emotions he hadn’t been taught to connect with or words that didn’t trip off his confident tongue. And while there were times you longed for the words, for the outward admission that he had been wrong, the man was just too damned talented for you to turn down a physical apology; especially once he’d fucked the anger out of you.

But tonight that wasn’t going to cut it. Tonight, as you stared up at that perfect face of his, something inside you snapped and you found yourself stepping forward - close enough that he toppled backwards onto the bed behind him, mild shock in his eyes if you stared down at him.

“Yes. Yes I think I am. And don’t you think it’s time you were taught a goddamn lesson?”

The shock took over his face for just a second, before lust won out, eyes darkening and gleaming white teeth coming out to graze his bottom lip as he nodded at you slowly.

“What was that Seresin? Use your words lieutenant.”

He cleared his throat, the faintest hint of a smile on his face as he replied. “Yes ma’am.”

You nodded and stepped back. “Good.” The sight of him looking up at you went straight to your womb. If truth be told power play wasn’t something the two of you had experimented with a lot in the bedroom; not that things were always vanilla – far from it – but whenever you took a turn down that road, Jake’s physical strength, confidence, and all-round alpha male vibe meant that he was always the boss. It was just the way it had always been, and the way you’d both always liked it, loved it in fact. But then maybe that had gotten a little too comfortable, and maybe tonight was the time to change it.

“I want you undressed. Now.” You told him, folding your arms across your chest.

His eyes widened and you saw that same hint of a smile on his face, making you wonder for just a moment if he was planning to argue; maybe to reclaim control by throwing you down on the bed as he’d done plenty of times before. But apparently intrigue over what was about to happen won out, and before you knew it he set to work on the white shirt he’d worn out that evening, fingers working slowly as his eyes stayed fixed on yours.

Despite your quickening pulse, you forced yourself to look bored, even rolling your eyes as you exhaled loudly. “Did I ask for a striptease lieutenant? No, I want you undressed. Get on with it.”

This time his eyes widened enough that he almost looked abashed, the voice that replied ever so slightly quieter than usual, “yes ma’am.”

And in seconds the shirt was off, discarded on the floor to show that gloriously chiselled chest and the abs that never failed to make you drool. The converse followed quickly, before he unhooked his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor, placing his thumbs into the waistband of white boxer shorts.

You raised a finger. “Ah ah. The underwear stays. We can’t have you getting any ideas tonight. Now sit.”

Obediently he dropped to the edge of the bed like a stone, his face a picture of uncertainty as disappointment replaced the usual cocky smirk.

Slowly, purposefully, you leaned in until your lips were within a breath of his. “Tonight. I am in charge. And that means no touching - of me, of you - unless I say so. Do you understand?”

He nodded, clearing his throat as you raised an eyebrow. “Yes ma’am.”

You nodded and moved your lips to his, revelling in the power that swelled within you as he moved in for the kiss, and you simply grazed your teeth against that plump lower lip before pulling back again and staring into his eyes.

“And baby? Bingo.” You murmured him, referencing the safe word you both used whenever things got hot and heavy in the bedroom.

He nodded, his voice hoarse as he repeated it, in time for you to pat his cheek and then move backwards, staring intently into his eyes as you began to slowly remove your shirt. His eyes widened as you let the shirt fell from your fingers to the floor and you slid your hands over your red lacy bra, over your stomach and waist. Slowly, deliberately, you unbuttoned your jeans, taking down the zipper and swinging your hips gently from side to side as you wiggled out of the tight denim.

In front of you, your boyfriend bit his lip and balled his fists on his thighs.

“Baby,” he began in a low voice.

Immediately you stopped moving. “Did I tell you you could speak?”

Jake shook his head slowly and pursed those perfect pink lips together, his jaw twitching silently.

You nodded and moved your hands back up, sliding your bra straps off your shoulder and moving the cups down to reveal your full breasts. “Then maybe,” you continued, sighing as you ran your fingers over hard nipples. “You should keep your damn mouth shut.”

Closing your eyes for a moment you moaned, and continued to move one hand down to the front of your matching panties before stroking two fingers over the damp lace. Biting your lip as the pressure sent a shot of pleasure through your body - a shot that deepened when you opened your eyes to find Jake staring back at you intently, his diamond cut jaw set.

“Oh my. I bet you’d kill to have your fingers in these panties right now wouldn’t you?” Sliding your fingers inside the lace you sighed again, “to feel just how wet it is in here. How wet I get all on my own, without any help from you?”

The jaw tightened and eyes narrowed but he stayed still, his knuckles white now on the side of the bed and the tent in his boxers growing bigger by the second.

Closing your eyes again you began to rub a finger over the tip of your clit, squeezing your legs together rhythmically to heighten the pressure, and moaning as your pleasure increased before dipping your fingers inside of yourself.

“So wet. You murmured, looking directly at him. “Bet you’d like a taste, wouldn’t you?”

Eyes still narrowed; Jake gave a small nod.

“Use your voice lieutenant. I asked you a question.”

If he was surprised he didn’t show it, game face well and truly on as he answered roughly. “Yes ma’am.”

You retrieved your fingers from your panties and held them in front of you, examining them like a new discovery and you moved your fingers apart to watch the slick spread between them. “So wet….” Your head snapped up. “Open your mouth.”

His jaw dropped on command as you strode toward him and placed your fingers in front of Jake’s lips. Immediately he leaned forwards, taking them deeply into his mouth as he sucked and swirled his tongue around them. God the man had a good mouth - especially when it was quiet. Without warning you pulled your fingers free and grabbed his chin, the blond scruff scraping your hand as you tilted it up to meet you and crashed your lips together in a filthy open-mouthed kiss that was all too heavy on the tongue. Jake leaned in, giving as good as he got with the kiss while reaching back to grasp the cheek of your butt.

Immediately you stepped back, practically throwing his hand back at him.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing? I give you an inch and you take a mile. Is that the way you think this works Seresin?!”

“Baby I -.”

“What did you call me?!” Your arms folded over your chest, a gesture that also pushed your breasts up and together in the most unsubtle way possible.

Tightening that sharp jaw once again Jake exhaled loudly. He looked furious, and for just a moment you thought he might call halt to the whole thing. But your man was a good navy guy, and he knew how to follow orders, even when he hated them.

“Ma’am.”

You shook your head in feigned disgust, amazed at just how much the flash of anger in his eyes was turning you on; at how hot it was to stand over this prime specimen of manhood you got to call your own and have him answer your every order. The very thought of him submitting to you in this way made you bolder. Bolder and wetter. And so you shed your bra and panties before flicking a hand towards the bed. “Lie down. If you’re determined to use that mouth of yours then you might as well do it properly.”

As he lay back against the pillows, you could’ve sworn you saw Jake shiver in anticipation, a sensation you knew only too well from all the times he had been the one in control. This time though the control was firmly in your hands.

You were in control as you climbed onto the bed.

In control as you crawled over the top of him, pausing for just a moment to let your heat rest just above the tent in his underwear where his thick cock now stood at full mast.

In control as you lifted your hips without so much as touching him and continued to crawl up his body until you rested your naked, wet sex right in the centre of his rock hard chest.

And in control as you gazed down into those sharp green eyes with a firm look on your face.

“Here’s how it’s going to go. You’re going to eat my pussy and make me come, do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You gave a short nod and grabbed his hands, moving them up to your thighs. “And while you’re there you will keep your hands right here. No touching me unless it’s with that cocky mouth of yours, and certainly no touching yourself, no matter how hard that cock might be. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

And with that you closed the distance between your lips and his, placing your knees either side of his head and lowering yourself quickly onto his face. You felt him moan into your wetness as he got to work, his tongue licking a long, wet stripe through your folds and moving back down in a point to fuck up inside you. Trying to move deeper and deeper as his nose pressed against your clit. Eyes rolling back in your head, you bit your lip, and tried desperately not to grind against his face as you fought to appear unimpressed. After a few moments you lifted back up to give him breathing room and looked down at him, his handsome face wet and visible between your legs.

“Oh lieutenant. You’re good. But I believe your order was to make me come. And you know, I’ve got to wonder if you’re up to the challenge.”

You saw the effort it took to bite back a retort as Jake’s face twisted into a scowl and he jerked his head up to attack your wetness with renewed vigour.

Maybe it was the way that glorious tongue was working your clit round and round, only to be replaced a second later by the suction of his lips, before his tongue took the lead once again; or maybe it was the surge of power that came with having him not only obey your orders but leap to the task at hand, but your release came quickly - a hot and heavy quake that tore out of your throat with a cry and crashed through every part of you, causing you to grip a hand in his short blond hair and pull him closer even as every muscle in your body tensed to send you rising up off of his mouth and he dug his nails into your thighs trying to pull you closer.

Lifting up again you took a moment to compose yourself, breathing heavily before you lay down next to him and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Oh baby you did so good. And followed my orders to the letter, anyone would think you were an army man.”

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, causing you to laugh softly as you placed a hand on his chest and trailed a finger down his front.

“You made me feel so good, I think you deserve to feel good too, don’t you?”

Circling his lips slightly, Jake nodded, and you moved up to hover above him, continuing to straddle him as too allowed your hand to move behind you to his boxers. He was so hard now that the fabric was straining with the fullness of his erection, and as your scratched gently up the underside of his length through the fabric, you heard him hiss in a way that told you he was full to bursting. You grasped the base of his cock and began to rub slowly through his underwear.

“So hard for me huh? Feels like someone likes the taste of my pussy don’t they?”

He nodded, biting his lips and keeping his eyes firmly on yours as you continued to stare at him.

“Or maybe you like taking orders. Is that it lieutenant? You get off on being a good boy who does what he’s told?” You punctuated your words with a few sharp tugs of his cock, before bringing your hand to rest on his balls and squeezing just hard enough to make his eyes roll back in his head. You laughed softly as you returned to his length and felt him throb under your hand.

“Please.” He croaked, his voice hoarse.

“Yes, lieutenant?”

“Touch me,” he gasped as you jerked your hand up again.

You bit down on your lower lip, considering. In truth you wanted nothing more than to take that beautiful cock out and worship it with your hands and your mouth, before sliding it deep inside you and riding to your next, rapidly approaching orgasm. But that wasn’t part of the plan for tonight, not yet.

And so instead you leaned your body down closer to him, wriggling slightly so that your naked sex ground down over his bulging underwear and your face was by his ear.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me to take down your underwear and pull on that dripping cock of yours until you explode? Maybe even move down and take it into my mouth?”

He was all-out panting now, his eyes keenly fixed on yours and all arrogance gone from them as he gazed pleasingly at you. “Yes.”

“I bet you would. And do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve that?” You squeezed harder and upped your pace.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum like this.”

Moving your hand to his jaw you stared hard into his eyes as you kept going. “Am I? Gonna make you cum in your pants? So hot for me that you can’t even wait until I actually touch you. So horny at being my good little pet that you cum all over yourself?”

He gasped and stiffened as he jerked his hips up, a sign that you knew meant he was about to orgasm.

And just like that you moved away.

“What the fuck?” Jake’s voice was a mixture of outrage and frustration as he began to sit up, his eyes blazing and his hand reaching out to grab yours while you simply slid off of him and sat up next to him, pulling back from his touch.

“I beg your pardon? Is that any sort of a question to ask a lady?”

His handsome face was a mixture of lust and fury as his lips pursed ready for speak again.

“Choose your next words carefully lieutenant,” you told him. “You want me to stop that’s fine, but know that either way I won’t be making you cum just yet.”

You stared at one another for another moment, his jaw working and his eyes narrowed. If you had thought for one moment that he was genuinely unhappy, you’d have stopped in an instant - headed out to the kitchen and let the usual make up ritual play out. But you knew your man, and knew this was all ego, an ego that might just benefit from being taken down a peg or too.

“What’s it to be Seresin? Have you had enough? Can’t take it anymore and need to give in?”

He huffed out a breath. “No ma’am.”

You nodded. “Good. Then you’ll cum when I say so and not before, do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And while those balls of yours might be full to bursting right now you’ll just have to wait, because I need more from you before I decide you deserve to cum.”

Biting your lip, you lay down next to him, curling your body against him until every part of your front was connected to his side. He began to shift to face you but you held up a hand.

“Ah ah, stay exactly where you are. Eyes up, and while you’re there put those hands where I can see them. No. Touching. You see, you might not deserve to cum yet but all this being in charge is making me so wet,” you pushed your naked pussy against his thigh and heard him groan softly, “and I just don’t think I can concentrate until I’ve gotten off.” You began to move again, your clit buzzing from the contact with his rock hard leg. “And I know how much you love to see me touching myself, how much you love to make me come on your fingers.” You gasped as he flexed his muscles under you. “But bad boys don’t get what they want. And until you can prove to me that you can be trusted to do only as I say, I guess I need to find another way to get the job done.”

You could feel his heavy breathing through bitten lips, and saw his eyes gazing sidelong as you as he tried desperately not to move his head, nor his hands which were flexing in fists on his stomach.

“Oh Jake,” you moaned. “Remember the last time I rode your thigh? On the beach outside of the Hard Deck, people right inside – so close you had to put a hand over my mouth when I came? Remember?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You loved it didn’t you? Talked right through it telling me how hot it made you to know you could make me come without even touching me. Just by sitting there talking to me, remember?”

His jaw was so tight now you swore it must be painful.

“Bet it would give you a kick if I came on your thigh tonight. Remind you that even when I’m in charge, you can still make me come without trying huh?”

He was quiet, even as you pulled back.

“Roll over lieutenant,” you murmured. “And remember, no touching.”

As he turned to face you, you opened your legs. Pulling apart your outer lips with one hand, you began to squeeze your clit, pinching and rubbing it alternately while your other hand stroked circles around your pussy. Your juices were making it hard to focus your fingers, especially with the growing bell of lust that seemed to expand inside you with each touch.

“Fuck Jake I hope you’re watching closely,”

You murmured, closing your eyes and bucking your hips towards his with a shudder. “This is how I take care of myself when you’re not here. Want you to know how good I can make myself come without any help from you.”

Working first one and then two fingers inside yourself you moaned and began to touch your clit with your thumb as you moved the other hand to stroke across the soft skin of your body.

You opened your eyes and found Jake watching you intently, his cheeks red, eyes slotted, and teeth biting down on that bottom lip hard enough that you wondered if it would bleed.

The sight only spurred you on to put on a better show, moving your hips and your fingers as you moaned his name.

“My eyes, look in my eyes while I make myself come.”

He groaned softly and met your eyes, a connection you loved but he would often avoid – not out of discomfort, simply from a desire to fixate elsewhere.

“Want to touch you.” He said, his voice thick and low.

You nodded, “I know.”

“Want to taste you,” he paused, “please Ma’am.”

And how could you resist when he was so polite? You took your fingers from your pussy and held them towards him for a moment, before capturing them in your own mouth and sucking them clean on a moan. His expression was somewhere between frustration and sheer sex as you removed them with a satisfied sigh and began to touch yourself again.

“Oh don’t worry, you still get a taste.”

You grabbed his jaw firmly and pulled him towards you, pushing your tongue into his mouth. His moan was loud enough to barely be muffled as he sucked the juices off your tongue, and then met your lips with his own, his tongue swirling around yours as he tried to convey all his feelings in a kiss.

It was a damned good kiss. Good enough that, together with the pressure on all of your most sensitive spots, your release came quickly, leaving you screaming into his mouth as you crashed over the edge. Your eyes shot open and you saw him gazing back at you, his stare hard while he continued to kiss you. You let him do it, taking control with his mouth for just a minute while you regained your senses and pulled back.

“Well, that mouth of yours sure has had a workout tonight huh? Maybe it’s time I did the same,” you licked your lips. “What do you say lieutenant?”

He nodded, his throat too dry to speak, and thrust his hips up aimlessly from the bed, causing you to let out a low chuckle as you moved your attention down and removed his boxer shorts.

His cock was harder than you’d ever seen it, the head red and angry looking and a thin stream of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Even his balls seemed to stand to attention as you took in the whole sight while moving to kneel between his thighs.

You thought about going gently, teasing him for a while with your tongue, hands and tits as you often would. But this wasn’t a night for gentle. And so, grasping the base of his dick in one hand, you lowered your mouth quickly over his length.

As his thickness slid down your throat, you gagged slightly - it was always a struggle to accommodate the sheer size of him - but the movement only served to add extra suction for him, leaving him crying out.

“Y/n, fuck.”

You paused and stared hard into his eyes, causing him to nod and set his lips again, forcing himself to be quiet as you moved your head around him, varying the depth and angle so that his tip was continually stimulated by every part of your mouth, before lifting back up and sucking as you used your lips and hand to jerk him off. He was moaning softly now despite himself, while bobbing his hips up and down almost imperceptibly, slightly enough that you knew how much restraint it must be taking him not to fuck your mouth.

God you wanted to make him cum, to watch those eyes fly open and hear the loud string of curses and praise that you knew would leave his lips as he finally exploded down your throat. Wanted it, but also found yourself throbbing once again as you thought of depriving him just a little longer.

You removed your lips from his dick with a pop, and looked up at him, “feel good lieutenant?”

“Y, yes ma’am.”

“Good enough to cum?” You licked a long stripe up the vein that ran base to tip.

He nodded, the blend of discomfort and pain evident in his face.

“Tell me then, tell me what you want.”

Swirling your tongue around the head, you fixed your eyes upon him and began to tongue his tip pointedly.

“Want you to take me down your throat. To hold my balls while you deep throat me until I shoot my load in your mouth. Want to see you full of my cum.”

You nodded, biting back a moan, and did as he said, deep throating him again as you moved your hands to his balls and teased them.

He arched his back, gripping the sheets once again as he desperately tried to prevent himself touching you. His cock twitched in your mouth.

“So, close.” He hissed. “So, fucking, cl-.”

And you pulled away from him, stopping all stimulation in a way that had his hips rising to fuck the air, and a long whine leaving his lips.

“Oh Jake, a whine, really?”

“I need to cum,” the first words out of his mouth were needier than you’d ever heard, twisting something inside your womb in a way that was about lust just as much as power as you raised an eyebrow.

“Ma’am, please.” His voice was small and pleading. “I’ll do anything.”

Instead you moved back, just far enough that no part of your body was touching his, but close enough that there was no way he could move; no way for him to squeeze his legs together or roll to the side and fuck into the blankets. And, since your man was used to following orders, those hands were still gripped by his sides.

“Well well, so needy for me aren’t you lieutenant? Funny isn’t it, how the big slutty ace from earlier was laughing at a woman for how much she wanted him, how much of a slut she was for him. And now look at you, desperately fucking the air and begging me to let you cum. How is it to be the needy slut lieutenant?”

You saw the whites of his eyes as his hips bucked.

“Oh you like that do you? Like it when I call you a needy slut. Maybe you should remember that, next time you’re talking about me in a bar - next time you’re talking about any woman in a bar.”

He hissed and looked into your face, dazed from the sex hormones flooding his body - dazed from you.

“Maybe you should remember how it is to be the one who isn’t in control, who’s teased past the point of thinking, the next time you decide to act like a cocky asshole. Well, what do you say?”

“Y, yes ma’am.”

You nodded, the walls of your pussy fluttering in a desperate need to be filled as you watched him looking this suppliant and wanting.

“Yes what?”

“I’ll remember.”

“Remember what?”

“That I’m a needy little slut.” You laughed softly.

“That too, although that wasn’t what I meant. Remember what lieutenant?”

His eyes closed for a moment, more in an attempt to calm his desperate urge to cum than to delay the words. “To show some respect.”

“That’s it.” You murmured, placing a hand on his abs and feeling him twitch. “Good boy.” You climbed up, opening your legs until your soaking sex hovered just over his pulsing erect ion.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson now lieutenant?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Think it’s safe for me to fuck you now? To let you touch me while you fill me up?”

He growled the next words out, “Yes. Please, yes.”

And like that you were dropping down on him, his entire length sliding easily inside your over-ready cunt in a way that made you both cry out. You gave yourself a second to get used to him inside you - even after all of this time it still took a moment to get comfortable with how deep he went - and began to ride him steadily at an angle that allowed you to ground your clit against his hard lower abs.

His hands were on your hips, gripping tightly as he did all he could to bounce you even harder and faster on his dick, the punishing rhythm enough to force a sudden and choked cry from your throat.

“Gonna. Cum.” He moaned, looking at you in surprise. “Can’t. Hold. On.”

“You can,” you painted, trying to regain composure. “You can and you will. We’re going to come together Seresin, you understand?”

He nodded, his pupils blown wide enough to turn those green eyes black as he watched you with the razor sharp focus of a man used to life and death situations. You slowed your bounces as you concentrated on the friction you needed to ride out one more orgasm.

“You’re going to wait for me to come so I can milk everything out of you, so that you can pump me so full of your cum it’s dripping out of my pussy. So that your cock is covered in my juice too. Understood.”

He grunted. “Yes. Ma’am.”

“Tell me one more thing,” you asked breathily, your eyes fixed on his. “Whose orders do you follow?”

“Yours ma’am. Only yours.”

It was enough to send you shouting right towards your peak, crying out as you began to ride him for all you were worth and reaching down to grab his hair as you pulled him up for a hot kiss.

Again his hands grasped your hips, pulling you into him as he thrust once, twice, three times and sent you into raptures, following close behind with a loud cry into your mouth as you felt rope after rope of thick cum coat your walls and shoot all the way into your womb.

You continued to ride him gently for just a moment, both of you putting more effort into the kiss as you came down from your high and regained control of your mouths. His hands were on your back, in your hair, and you had no desire to stop him, entirely blissed out as you let his touch ignite a path of fire on your overstimulated skin.

“Baby,” he murmured, moving his lips to your neck. “You are fucking phenomenal.”

You laughed, moving back to look at him. “Not too much?”

He returned the laugh into your skin, shaking his head ever so slightly as he spoke. “Absolutely not.”

Continuing to kiss your neck he pulled you down to lie with him, but you braced yourself to pull back again.

“Jake, baby, I think I need to clean up before we-.”

His strong hands were firm on your arms. “Let me, you lie here.”

And so you did, lying back onto the pillows and slowly coming back from what felt like an out of body experience, you took your turn now to watch his delicious ass leave the room, trying to remember the last time he’d volunteered to go and take care of you in this way. It wasn’t that he was selfish usually, not at all as your regularly satisfied body could attest to, more that he showed his feelings in other ways.

But tonight was different. And as he strode back into the room with a towel and washcloth in hand, you found yourself grinning.

“Something funny baby?”

“I was just thinking how nice it is to have you take care of me… Maybe you do like me being in control after all?” You teased.

He perched on the side of the bed and stroked his hands up your thighs to part them.

“I just want you to know,” he murmured, eyes low but hands firm on your skin, “how much you matter to me. How much I,” he swallowed, “respect you. Always.” He glanced up, “even if sometimes I need to be reminded. I hope you know that, I never want to lose you.”

You sat up and rested a hand on his cheek until those eyes - still bright but somehow less cocky now - met yours. “I’m going nowhere baby.” You pecked a soft kiss to his lips and then grinned, “and if you ever forget? Well then I know exactly how to remind you now.”

He raised an eyebrow and bit his lip as the trademarked Hangman smile returned, suddenly pushing you back and pinning you to the bed as his lips moved to within a breath of yours. “Oh baby, that kind of promise might be enough to make me forget.”

And with that, he was kissing you deeply, his hands on your waist and his cock already beginning to swell again above your centre.

“Again Jake? Already?”

“Oh baby, I’m always ready.”

“Needy.” You moaned teasingly as you fisted a hand in his hair.

“For you, always.”

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wildbornsiren · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet | j. s.

author’s notes: Thank you to everyone who has been leaving likes and sharing. It really means the most, and warms my dark little heart.

what: Not safe for work headcanons for Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Gender neutral reader, 3,058 words.

warnings: adult content. Do not read or interact with this post if you are under the age of 18. Explicit sexual content, frank discussion of adult themes.

thanks: many thanks to @darkelfgrl who yells at me to post fic-- and gleefully reads it over before I post.

A: Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hangman will clean himself up, and help you clean up with a warm washcloth. He’ll lay with you, fingers combing through your hair, just enjoying the quiet, breathing and coming down from the high of fucking. If you guys got really filthy, he’ll strip the bed, put on a new bottom sheet and fresh blankets. He’ll offer you a shower if you aren’t staying the night and will join you in there for round three or four. If you do stay, he curls up and knocks out after a little bit of talking.

B: Body part (their favorite body part of theirs, and their partner’s)

Hangman is extremely proud of his physique. If he has to pick one, he likes his shoulders/delts. He’s spent a lot of time building them up and working on definition and tone. He knows that he’s a living, breathing piece of art and often hangs out at home in just gray sweats. He likes having eyes on him, especially yours. He knows when you’re watching and will flex or stretch to show off his muscles, smirking when he catches you looking away, or clenching your hands to keep from reaching out to touch him.

When it comes down to it, he’s a leg man. He’ll use that upper body strength to hold you against the wall, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave red marks behind. When you’re fucking, your legs are often over his shoulders, his hands sliding up and down, dipping between your thighs occasionally to play with you as he pounds away. When you’re watching movies on the couch, your legs are in his lap, his touch wandering up and down, nails scraping lightly over your skin. He’ll leave bites and hickies on your thighs when going down on you. He likes to edge your pleasure with pain, leaving you breathless, needy and shaking.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He fucking loves covering your face with his cum. When you’re giving him head and give him the chance, he’ll pull you off and explode, groaning as the cum drips from your cheeks and nose. If you use your fingers to wipe it up and lick it up, his cock will twitch and his refractory period cuts in half.

D: Dirty (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hangman will keep your underwear. Panties or boxers, he keeps them and uses them to jerk off into when you’re apart.

E: Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hangman is a gift to anyone with a sexual pulse. He knows he’s hot, he knows how to fuck, and he knows how to make you scream just for him. He’s got a high body count and isn’t shy about it.

F: Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl: Him flat on his back, hands behind his head, watching you ride him. He likes it when you leave nail marks on his chest, and when you’re so desperate you’re grinding against him having lost your rhythm. When he gets in this mood, you’re doing all the work, and he won’t let you stop until you’ve gotten off and he’s watching his cum slide out as you ride.

Up against the wall: Your back against whatever solid surface he can get you against. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping your thighs, using those impeccable muscles to support you. His mouth is on your neck, leaving hickies in his wake. You’ll be walking funny and have scrapes on your back from the wall.

Face down ass up. He’s fucking you doggy style, your face pressed into the mattress. One of his hands spanning your stomach supporting you, the other at the back of your neck, pressing you down more, the arch in your back just this side of painful. It’s rough, fast and filthy, his sweat dripping onto your back, his hips snapping against your hips hard enough that your skin is pink by the time he’s done. All you can hear are his low grunts, and the protest of the bedframe. He’ll take and take and take in this position, using you completely. He’ll finish buried inside you, dropping his weight on top of you as his body trembles.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

When he’s down to fuck, its hard to distract him. He’s on a mission to make you cum and get his own rocks off. He isn’t playful but will sometimes give you a swat on the ass or toss you around if you’re taking too long to get to bed, or where he wants you.

H: Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Hangman is a clean-cut guy. His hair is cut to standards and is clean shaven. Occasionally he’ll let a little bit of scruff come in, when he’s on vacation, leave or a long weekend. He takes care of his body, keeping his chest hair trimmed, he has happy trail, and his pubic hair is trimmed and kept short.

I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Intimacy for Hangman is a massive hurdle. It is not something you get while you’re hooking up, or just in his phone as a booty call. It’s then that you see that he’s got layers and is used to keeping people at arm’s length. He’s fucking Hangman, world class fighter pilot, highly decorated, infamous. He’s not one for great grand gestures like candles, flower petals or midnight walks on the beach.

Once you’re past the gate, he doesn’t just look at you and asks for some fuck, but will start with kisses, and touches that slowly escalate into getting frisky on the couch. When you’ve gotten to this point with him, he’ll do goofy things to make you smile or laugh.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

In his downtime, his hand is rarely away from his cock. Hangman doesn’t many chances to get off, so he jerks it any chance he gets. In the shower, in bed, in the locker room, he’ll palm himself in the back of the transport van when everyone else is asleep. He likes a sloppy hand job, so he’ll use lotion or lube, starting slow, grip tight on his cock. He likes a little twist on the upstroke, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock. He’s quiet as he jerks it, his breathing the only give-away that there’s something going on.

He’s into dirty talk, the filthier the better, given the chance he will describe in exquisite detail what he’ll do to you.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Call Hangman daddy and he’ll cum buried inside you.

He loves to edge his partner, keeping them high and needy, pleasure blending into pain and back again. He’ll have his fingers inside you, curling in the most delicious ways, pleasure wracking your body, bowing your back. You’re clawing at his shoulders, or tugging at his hair, whining, begging, so close to the edge, only for him to switch up the pace, or slide his fingers from your body. His voice purrs against your ear, asking you if you’ll cum for him—especially since you’re his.

Exhibition. He likes to show off, and why shouldn’t people have the chance to see someone as good as him lose his mind in something beautiful.

Hickies/bite marks/love bites. Hangman likes to show off what’s his. He’s possessive. When he catches a glimpse of a hickie on your neck, or under the neckline of your shirt, he’s already thinking of how many more he can put on you. He leaves bite marks on your thighs, hips, tummy, shoulders.

L: Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wherever he can fuck, he fucks. He likes the risk of being caught so he’s fond of getting busy in public.

M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Confidence. If you’re bold enough to approach him, you better be ready to play ball. Don’t back off and keep him on his toes? He’ll have your toes curled and you twitching on his cock. Want to rile him up the instant he walks in the door? Be in his t-shirt, and nothing else, or waiting for him by the door on your knees.

N: No (something they won’t do/turn-offs)

He will not be the subject of degradation. Poor hygiene, not being an enthusiastic partner (ie: just ‘taking it’), physical/psychological pain.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Hangman loves getting head. One of his favorite things is to see you on your knees mouth stretched out around his cock. He likes it when you’re sloppy, drool and precum slipping from your lips. One hand will rest on the back of your head, pressing just a bit more when you’ve taken him as deep as you can. He likes it when you choke, groaning as your throat tightens around his cock. He likes it when you play with his balls, liking it when you squeeze—though the first couple times you were hesitant since those parts are particularly sensitive. He won’t make you swallow if you don’t like it and doesn’t mind coming on your face or chest. If you swallow, he holds your head still, as much as you can take, spilling his load down your throat. He’ll haul you up for a messy kiss, not caring that he can taste himself on your tongue.

He prefers to receive than give. He likes to watch you get off when he fucks you. He does go down, though you need to remind him that reciprocity is a thing. When he does go down, he’ll eat you for hours, bringing you over and over. He’s got good technique and the patience and will listen to you and your body. You may have to show him exactly how to get you off because every body is different, but he listens and learns. And God does he learn.

P: Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It depends on the position, most of the time he’s fast and relentless. If he’s coming off of deployment, or he’s feeling like he hasn’t gotten enough attention from you, buckle in because he’ll fuck you for hours. Edging is something he enjoys and when he gets in that mood, you’re in bed for hours.

Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often)

Hangman exists on quickies. He doesn’t have a lot of downtime, and even if he is off duty, he has to be levelheaded if he gets a call to return to base. The quality doesn’t diminish despite how quick he fucks you. When he’s on leave, expect a few days for that to be carved out for sex and only sex. This is when he'll spend hours with you in bed, on the couch, or any flat surface that holds your combined weight.

R: Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He’s down to fuck in public—alleys, bathrooms, in the car, on the beach. He’s snuck you into the barracks when he’s been stuck on base. He won’t fuck you at work—his career and rank mean too much to him. Hangman is an exhibitionist. He’s a prime specimen of a man and wants to show you how weak he can make you, and how often it can happen. He’d protect you if you did get caught, but it’s mainly the threat of being caught for him.

If you have something you want to try, he’s more than willing to give it a go. Be the reason that a fantasy of yours is fulfilled? Even if you don’t last together, you’ll think of him whenever you fantasize about this new kink/experience.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Penetrative sex he lasts once or twice a night. They’re not marathon sessions, and he’s not fast by any means, but he really prefers oral stimulation. You give him head? He’s got a quick refractory period and will happily let you spend all night with your mouth on his cock.

T: Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a pocket pussy that he uses when his hand isn’t cutting it, or he hadn’t managed to land anyone to bring home.

He doesn’t mind that you have toys. He’s curious about them, and will goad you into demonstrating how they work, or how you get yourself off using them. He’ll watch and learn, occasionally taking control and bringing you to screaming orgasms. He likes it when you get things for when he’s gone on deployment and asks for videos of you using them. He did buy a remote-controlled vibrator for you and had entirely too much fun tucking it into your underwear and playing with the controls while you were having dinner with friends.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is entirely unfair. He likes to edge his partners, having them spiral higher and higher until they’re begging for release, sweaty, voice breaking, body shaking, hands clenching at whatever you can reach on him.

While on deployment he’ll send you filthy text messages and emails when he has access to outside contact. The longer you’re apart the raunchier they get, often culminating in voice mails of him panting and the slick sound of him jerking off.

V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's relatively quiet. Heavy panting, soft moans, anything louder he’ll muffle himself against the curve of your neck. When you give him head, he murmurs praise, complimenting you on how pretty your mouth looks around his cock, or how well you suck him off.

Hangman wants to hear you. He wants the barracks to hear, the neighborhood to hear. He likes it when you whimper his name, and when you lose all control and nothing but nonsense spills from your lips. You’re not calling out to God when you’re getting off, it’s Hangman, and nothing but him.

W: Wild card (random headcanon for the character)

“Do you hear that?” His voice was rough from sleep, muffled because his head is tucked into the crook of your neck. He’s laying half on top of you, having fallen asleep while you had talked about your day and stroked his hair.

It took a few minutes for you to surface enough to register what you were hearing. The rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings, and soft moans coming from the other side of the wall. “Oh!” Laughter bubbles up even though your cheeks burn. His hand covers your mouth, muffling the sound.

“Shhh…” His eyes are bright, shining in the low light. His mouth curves into a smirk and you can see the thoughts turning over in his mind. “Who the hell is he fucking?” His voice was low enough you could feel the rumble in his chest as he spoke.

“Who?” You whispered, twisting under him to get a little leverage to hear better.

“Bradshaw. Bradshaw’s in that room.” His shoulders shook with restrained laughter. “Fuck, who did he pull.”

“You really aren’t listening to this are you? Give him the illusion of privacy.” You tugged lightly on his hair. “Come on Jake, let him have some fun. He really needs to blow off steam.”

“I can’t do that.” His grin widened, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Normally you found him irresistible when he grinned like that, his dimples on display as well.

“Come on, it’s hard enough having a good night’s sleep in the barracks, let the poor man fuck in peace.” You squeak when Hangman’s hands grip at your hips. The sound of the bed in the other room stops for a minute, and you glare up at him. “You’re such a dick.”

He shifts above you, nudging your legs apart, settling between them. He’s hard, just as hard as when you first took him to bed.

“This is getting you off?” You hissed, but your body complied, happily accepting his weight and the way his kisses seared your skin.

“No, but I know what I can make you do. I’m going to fuck you hard, make you scream for me.” He groaned, lips brushing over your chest, then back up your body to capture your mouth. He kissed you until you couldn’t feel anything but him. “I mean, I can’t let him think he’s better than I am, now can I baby?”

X: X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This is a man who takes care of himself. He’s fit, groomed, impeccable and he knows it. He’s got a great body, killer smile and he’s sharp as a tack. He’s average when it comes to length, but he’s thick. You can feel the stretch of his cock as he sinks into you, even after he uses his fingers to work you open.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. Brush against him in the hallway? Hard. Smile at him? Hard. Your hand rests on his thigh as he drives? He’ll urge your touch higher and between his legs. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s pulled over for road head or pushed his seat all the way for you to ride him in the driver’s seat.

He's a slut for head, so any chance he can get you on your knees, it’s on. You once joked about investing in kneepads, and he simply smirked—and the next day there was an amazon package with your name on it, containing a set of kneepads.

It takes him a little while to come down off the high of getting laid. He’ll lay next to you in the dark, sheet pulled up over the both of you, and that’s when you get bits of Jake, and not just Hangman. He’ll tell you stories about his day, details that he can share about missions, or his childhood. He’ll trail off after talking for a little while and knock out. If you’ve managed to wear him out, he’ll snore. Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward.) It takes him a little while to come down off the high of getting laid. He’ll lay next to you in the dark, sheet pulled up over the both of you, and that’s when you get bits of Jake, and not just Hangman. He’ll tell you stories about his day, details that he can share about missions, or his childhood. He’ll trail off after talking for a little while and knock out. If you’ve managed to wear him out, he’ll snore.

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goosewithtwoos · 2 years

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LEFT HAND FREE

Pairing: Hangman x Reader

Summary: Seccy post workout massage makes head go brrrr

“A-ah!” You cried out as Jake pressed down on the one spot that never failed to make your head go blank. Tears nearly welled in your eyes as the relentless pace he was working at never slowed. “F-fuck, Jake. God, that feels so good.”

He laughed, pulling his hands away and meeting your eyes in the mirror. You looked utterly fucked out, hair a mess and mouth hung open. He, on the other hand, looked perfect. Not a drop of sweat covered his forehead.

“You like that?” He asked in a low tone, coming close to your ear. You watched as he dipped his head back down, nimble fingers toying with your hips. “That feels good?”

You bit your lip to stifle the groan when his fingers found their place again. His calloused palm added itself to the movement and you nearly died right then and there.

Your back arched, almost pulling away from him and simply how good he was making you feel but you forced yourself to stay.

His free hand caught your shoulder, keeping you upright. You took another glance in the mirror and whined.

You looked so small compared to him. His muscles were trying to break free from his tan t-shirt and the height difference caused your breath to hitch in your throat. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he continued his movements.

A small part of you hoped next time you could face him as to see his face better.

The grip on your shoulder began to tighten as his other hand sped up, applying more pressure than you had thought was possible.

“Right there! Holy shit, ‘s so good.” You slurred, overcome with pleasure.

Apart of you was embarrassed. Here you were, in a gym of all places, moaning out like a porn star. The other part hoped that this moment would never end. The latter overtook anything else as his fingers found the exact spot they were looking for and you felt something inside you shift.

It was a euphoric feeling. You weren’t sure if you had cried out his name or if it had all happened in your head but you were sure you were on cloud 9.

“There we go. Good girl.” He muttered, working you down from your high.

His hand let you go and you feel forward on the rack bench, trying to catch your breath. He chuckled as he stood up, readjusting himself before grabbing his water bottle.

He took a sip and then handed it out to you. You didn’t realize how dry your mouth had become and you drank nearly half of it in one go.

You tried to stand off the bench, legs weak and shaking. Jake grabbed you and helped you stand upright, his grip leaving tingling feelings wherever they touched.

“Good, huh?” He asked smugly.

You chuckled and shook your head. “Yeah, sure. I think I creamed my pants or something.”

He laughed openly at this, throwing his head back. A few of the other gym patrons turned too look at him before returning to their sets.

“Lemme know whenever you pull a muscle again and I’ll help you out.”

#top gun smut #hangman smut #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin smut #hangman x reader #hangman x reader smut #jake seresin x reader smut

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bussyslayer333 · 1 year

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There’s a honey

summary: 3 times your aunt penny sees herself and maverick in your relationship with jake and 1 time she doesn’t.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: smut, allusions to smut, swearing, cheese tbh, pet names, m*verick, jake being jake >:) MDNI 18+

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“Are you sure we should be doing this?” you whisper into Jake’s ear as he drags you along a corridor towards the hangar that contains his and the dagger squad’s F-18s.

“Definitely not, but I need you to see this.” Jake chuckles from in front of you.

That does nothing to settle the nerves in your stomach as he turns abruptly, hand still nestled in yours pulling you around the corner with him.

The ‘room’ Jake has pulled you into isn’t really a room at all. It’s a large Hangar with tall ceilings that make you fear that if you speak it will echo throughout the whole building. Jake looks down at you and smiles at your awestruck face.

“Welcome to my world sweets.”

You roll your eyes at his cheesy line and walk towards the jet that has Jake’s name plastered onto the side of it.

“Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin,” you read to yourself, tracing your fingers over the black lettering.

“My two girls in one room,” Jake chuckles into your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist. He strokes lightly against the material of your sundress. It’s his favourite one, it’s cream coloured and is covered in a ditsy floral pattern. He smiles as you look up at him,

“But who do you love more?” You giggle and wait for his response.

Jake clutches his chest dramatically and whines, “You’re not being fair! I can love two things equally.”

You pout playfully and jest, “Well you won’t mind sleeping in here with her then, will you?”

Jake laughs loudly and points out your bluff, “You’d never kick me out of bed, your feet would get too cold.”

You make a ‘hmph’ noise and turn on your feet to the exit of the hangar. Jake is quick on your tail and hauls you into the air forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as you look up at him now face to face.

“Don’t be like that baby, you know you’re my favourite.” He simpers.

You giggle, “I know, I just like making you sweat.”

Jake squeezes your cheeks into a kissy face and pecks you on the lips, “You’re such a minx.”

Carrying you back towards his jet, he plants you down on the ground and finally reveals his plan to you.

“Jake what if i’m sick all over your plane then you hate me forever!”

“I’ll go slow for you sweetheart, I always do,” Jake winks at you.

You scoff, as he helps you into the back seat of his jet and plant yourself down in the seat. Before Jake gets the chance to sit down, you look around the interior of the jet and something catches your eye. In the cockpit there’s a few small Polaroids. Jake had always loved taking photos, he had a small Polaroid camera which he carried almost everywhere with him, and a stack of photos building up just of you. As you look to the photos you see one of them is of him and his two nieces sat in the grass on a sunny day, another of his family dog from back home and the last picture is one of you that you didn’t recognise. You’re curled into his chest with his hoodie on and you’re asleep with a pout on your face. You want to complain about the less than flattering angle but your heart flutters from the intimacy of the picture and you can’t feel it in you to be angry at all. Instead you hum slightly and reach forward to kiss Jake’s shoulder as he finally sits in the seat in front of you. He seems slightly bashful as he realises you’ve seen the pictures.

“For luck.”

You grin and decide not to prod him further. Taking off, your stomach swoops and you worry about the interior of Jake’s jet being covered in your dinner for a brief moment before your breath is taken away.

The sun is setting and Jake is flying the jet in the direction of the beach. You suddenly understand his insistence on bringing you up here. Jake thinks he’s cheesy so he doesn’t say it aloud, but whenever flight tests run late and the sun sets whilst he’s still in the sky he always thinks of you. It’s beautiful and the colours bleed together as the sun dips lower and lower and all he can think about is how much he wants to share this with you. So he did.

“Thank you for bringing me up here.” You speak into the microphone of the flight helmet you’re wearing.

“It’s my pleasure sweetheart.”

You look down and notice you’ve flown past the Hard Deck, it was a hard sight to miss and golden lights twinkle around it in the dusk. It’s mostly empty as Penny has closed it for the night, but you think you spotted the tiny blur of Maverick’s motorcycle in the parking lot.

Maverick and Penny are sat together on the benches that stand outside the Hard Deck on the beach front. Unbeknownst to you, Maverick had helped Jake plan to sneak you into base for your sunset joyride. He understood how important it was for Jake to show you the thing he loved so dearly. It was the same for him way back when with your aunt. Penny gasps as she looks up to see the jet soar by,

“Please tell me my niece isn’t up there.” She states rather than questions.

“Okay, I won’t then.” Maverick smiles into her shoulder.

She smacks him lightly but it lacks anger, Penny would never admit this but she was glad you had fallen for Jake rather than any of the others. She can’t help but smile back as she thinks about her first time up in a fighter jet with the pilot sat next to her. She wants to be worried but she knows you’re in perfectly safe hands, Jake’s charm and incredible skill always did remind her of someone who she knew so well.

You and Jake had been together for two months now but he had yet to sleep round at yours. You were apprehensive, living with your aunt and younger cousin meant a lack of privacy mostly, and said privacy was not an issue when staying at Jake’s small rented beach cottage. So it had always seemed the obvious to go to his. Neither of you had ever had an issue with this, which is why Jake was so surprised to receive a text from you half way through his day off.

baby ♥️

come to mine tonight?

pen and amelia are out btw

You and Jake had planned for you to stay at his tonight, you’d promised to cook for him and he’d been hoping to thank you in many different ways and positions. But he couldn’t help but feel slightly giddy at the prospect of being able to stay round yours. He felt a bit like his 16 year old self again when his then girlfriend would invite him round with the promise of her parents being out of town and it made him chuckle.

cowboy ❤️

sounds perfect

you want me to cook?

baby ♥️

what type of host do you think i am ?!

ofc not

cowboy ❤️

just checking sweets

As it turns out, not much cooking happened anyways. Jake had decided your attire of denim shorts and a cropped tank top were entirely too indecent for an evening in and he decided to show that to you.

“Do you know what you do to me sweets?” Jake pants into your neck. You’d managed to persuade him to make it to your bed before you defiled the kitchen counter but half your clothing had been discarded up the stairs and across the landing leading to your room.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” you giggle breathlessly, whining slightly as Jake hits just the right spot. He continues on at his impressive pace, your back arching up so your chests meet and he kisses sloppily down along your neck. His hands have a tight grip on your hips whilst yours tangle in his soft hair, it’s silky and feels smooth against your fingers without his gel that usually neatens it out.

“Shit, I’m close.” Jake groans into your neck. You squirm as his pace quickens further and he reaches down to circle your clit. You gasp, high pitched sending him over the edge. He spills into the condom and slumps onto you, breathing hard.

You stroke Jake’s hair and he speaks, “I love you.”

You smile at his admission, “I love you too, baby.”

He looks up at you from where his head is resting on your chest and your heart clenches. You surge forward and he pulls upright so you can clash your lips together messily, it’s sloppy mostly but neither of you care. He cards his fingers through the mess of hair at the back of your head and you whimper against his lips. The kiss is heated as Jake guides you back down against the pillow and starts to lead his lips down your throat, sucking with pressure into your pulse point.

That’s when you hear the front door slam shut.

“Darling? Are you home?” Your aunt calls.

You hear a mumbling of voices, Amelia is with her.

“Oh god,” You whine in to Jake’s chest, embarrassed.

He chuckles, rolling off of you to lay next to you, he’s finding the situation rather amusing until he realised all his clothes are strewn across the stairs where he can hear two sets of footsteps ascending.

“Whose shirt is this?” You hear Amelia ask her mother, confused about the item of clothing that appeared quite masculine and nothing anyone in her household of women would wear.

You yell out in a panic, “Uh yeah I’m in my room! Just getting changed.”

Jake looks at you concerned, as your aunt replies from seemingly outside of your door.

“Okay, well we’ll be downstairs.”

You can practically hear her smirk through the door.

You exhale deeply and look at Jake, you both struggle to contain your giggles as you shush him, smushing your finger against his lips. Finally hearing their footsteps fade away, you begin.

“You’ve gotta leave, I’m the example for Amelia and now she’s gonna think I’m a total slut!”

Jake laughs but quietens himself when he realises you’re being serious.

“Doll, she won’t think that she loves you!”

You smile at Jake’s sweet attempt to cheer you up but continue, “Baby as sweet as you are you still need to leave, I can’t have the first time you’re round my house meeting my family be when they’ve interrupted our second round.”

Jake chuckles but nods, understanding your worry. He goes to stand and heads for the bedroom door but you stop him in his tracks,

“Where are you going?” You question.

“To get my clothes?” Jake replies, brows scrunched in confusion.

“You cant go out there! They’ll see you!” You whisper shout, “I’ll get them.”

You pull on a pair of cotton pyjama shorts and a large t shirt that you had discarded on your bedroom floor and tip toe out onto the landing where you grab Jake’s boxers. Jake’s grey shorts lay on the top few steps but his shirt had been discarded near the bottom steps with his shoes. You lean down and grab his shorts as realise you can’t see your aunt and niece anywhere near the living room that feeds off from the staircase. As hurriedly and quietly as you could, you race to get his shirt and shoes before one of them could appear to question you. With his clothes in tow, you creep back upstairs to where you had left Jake in your room.

When you step into your room, you notice Jake is no longer sat on your bed. He’s stood looking at your bookshelf browsing his eyes across the books stored there. He takes notice of the ones with the most battered spines and makes a mental note to pick them up somewhere to read. It’s a funny, albeit sweet sight, watching your 6’1 boyfriend stood stark naked looking lost in thought in front of your bookshelves.

“Here’s your clothes babe,” you speak, pulling him from his trance. He looks slightly embarrassed but recovers quickly and takes his clothes, stepping into his boxers first. As he dresses you admire him, giggling as he makes a show out of sliding his shorts up and pulling his shirt down over his chest.

Finally dressed he speaks, “You want me to go out the window, don’t you?”

You chuckle and shrug your shoulders apologetically, “I promise I’ll bring you here properly and introduce you soon.”

He smiles and walks over to kiss you, “You’re lucky I love you.”

You bask in his comment shyly and wait until he’s at your window to speak, “I love you too cowboy, text me when you get home.”

He nods and blows you a kiss before opening your window and making his careful exit. The drop isn’t too small by any means, but he lands rather gracefully with his knees bent. Jake stands up to his full height and makes eye contact with two women staring out from the kitchen window.

Penny chuckles at him, already aware that Jake was the man in her house when her and Amelia had arrived home earlier than schedule from their visit to Mav’s hangar. Amelia waves at him with a smirk on her face and Jake awkwardly waves back. He swears he hears Amelia speak to her mother,

“I knew she had someone up there with her! None of us would wear a shirt that colour!”

Jake laughs, knowing you’re going to get an earful later and saunters off towards his truck.

You’re pretty content with how your plan worked out as you lie back against your pillows, before your cousin bursts into your room squealing.

“I wanna know everything about him! Wait is he that cute pilot I always see you talking to at the Hard Deck? Oh my god he totally is!”

You let her gush, reminding yourself how excitable you were as a young teen and look up to the doorway to make eye contact with your smiling aunt.

She cant help but feel transported back to the first time your mother (her younger sister) had found out she had been seeing one of the hot shot pilots her father had always warned her of. She sends a wink your way and listens as you try to answer Amelia’s questions as family friendly as possible.

Penny’s heart clenched as she looked to your tear stained face. You and her had decided to do a rom com marathon to distract you from your emotions but clearly it hadn’t been working.

Jake had announced to you yesterday that he would be on deployment for 90 days in a weeks time. You had put on a brave face in front of him, claiming you’d miss him dearly but be okay whilst you waited back home. Once you left his place you had cried in your car firstly, then on the drive back when a song that reminded you of Jake played, and then finally into the arms of your aunt once your arrived home.

Penny knew of the difficulties of loving a naval aviator, her father had been one as well as her boyfriend and she was well aware of the heartbreak deployment often brought. Over the years she had learnt ways to deal with how she felt and was no longer affected in such a way. However, watching you live through the stages she once had to made her slightly woeful as well.

Hearing you sniffle, Penny decides to speak up, “You shouldn’t ignore him sweetheart, you’ll regret it when he’s gone.”

You look up at her, unimpressed with what is actually good advice. You sigh weakly and let her continue.

“Tell him how you feel,” you interrupt her quickly, “I don’t want him to be feel bad for me! He has his own worries he shouldn’t have to think for me.”

It’s now Penny’s turn to sigh at your words, “You and I both know Jake, and we know that he does that anyway. You’re just worrying him, more by avoiding him.”

You look up from where you’ve been playing with your hands and make eye contact with her. You know she’s right but it tastes so bitter to admit it. She smiles slowly as she sees you come to realisation. You stand abruptly from the couch and walk to the door, picking up your keys from the table as you go.

“Where are you going?” Penny questions, already knowing the answer.

You roll you eyes playfully at her, “don’t make me say it,” you pout before admitting your planned route.

But as you open the door, you spot something you weren’t expecting. Jake is pacing your porch and looks up at the sound of you opening the door.

He smiles sheepishly at you, “I was about to knock, I promise.”

You lock eyes with Jake and the tears come flowing out, “I’m sorry for ignoring you! I’m scared to be without you for so long but I didn’t want you to waste time feeling bad about me!”

Jake pulls you into his arms and rests his head above yours, “No time spent thinking about you is wasted, sweets.”

You giggle at how he manages to be cheesy even when you’re both so upset. You press your lips to his, savouring in how it feels wary that you won’t be able to do that for the next three months. You feels tears start to brim in your eyes again but Jake flicks them away.

“I don’t want my best girl to be upset, please baby.” Jake speaks.

You give him a watery smile and he laughs. He doesn’t really know how he’s supposed to be away from you for the next few months when he can’t even let you go from the hug.

“I’ll write to you every day,” you promise him.

“Oh, I’m counting on it doll.” Jake smirks into your hair.

Jake regrets his words when a week into his deployment he receives a thick letter written in your delicate handwriting. He makes the mistake of opening it whilst sat on the bunks next to Coyote and begs him to never mention the fact that he has now seen a few more risquée Polaroids of you than he had bargained for that morning.

Jake had finally allowed himself to be excited about seeing you again now that he only had one day left of his deployment. Your letters and photos could only do so much to appease how much he needed to see you and hold you in real life. You had invaded his mind wholly for the past three months and it sent his heart racing slightly at thought of finally getting to see you again.

Knowing you would have your boyfriend back tomorrow had you slightly giddy as you wiped down the bar tops at the Hard Deck, whistling a song Jake had played to you many times before.

As you wiped you thought about having him all to yourself again, having his strong hands on your hips and his lips on your mouth but also him resting his head on your chest or letting you play with his hair.

As you continued to whistle, your aunt pushes her way through the double doors which lead to the kitchen and storage area of the Hard Deck. She smiles as she notices your significant change in demeanour from the months past and speaks up.

“Ready to close up for the night?” She questions.

“Absolutely.” You smile at her.

Penny would have loved to tease you for your lovesick behaviour, but she too was elated for tomorrow. Maverick had been sent away as well, to oversee any training taking place and although she would like to think she has a slight amount more emotional maturity due to her age she was still as giddy as you were on the inside.

You link arms with her as you walk to the car both now humming the tune to the last song that had been playing on the jukebox before you closed up for the night.

Waiting with the rest of the families for the aviators to arrive back feels surreal. It’s a warm day and your wearing Jake’s favourite sundress with some wedges that are verging on uncomfortable but look great with the outfit. You cant quite believe you’re going to see him again.

You’re looking across at the sea of family members, and make eye contact with Bob’s girlfriend. She smiles at you and waves before turning back to the matured woman she’s stood next to who you can only assume is Bob’s mother. You turn back to Penny and squeeze her hand as you see the first of the aviators leave the ship.

They come out in streams of khaki uniforms and you can’t help but smile at thought of seeing Jake in his own uniform. It always fit slightly too tightly over his biceps, making it mostly uncomfortable for him but extremely worth it for you.

Maverick is one of the first to leave the carrier along with the rest of the higher ranked officers. He makes his way quickly over to Penny but not before smiling politely at you. You move to the side slightly to give them their own space as well as giving you a better view of the people still leaving the carrier.

You let anxiety eat at your stomach a little the longer it takes for you to spot Jake. You wonder if he’ll even be excited to see you, if he’s grown tired of you over the months he’s been away. But all those worries are swept away as you spot Jake leaving the carrier walking next to Rooster and Coyote. Bob is slightly ahead of them and beelines for his girlfriend. You watch as Jake scans the crowd of people for you before you lock eyes.

He zones in on you and suddenly has urgency in his steps. Jake realises he has definitely knocked over some younger pilots and at least one small child in his march to get to you but he can’t find it in him to care. Not when his girlfriend is looking radiant as ever and waiting for him after three months.

Tired of waiting on him you run as fast as your wedges allow to make up for the distance and jump into his arms. You pepper kisses all over his face and finally land one on his lips, you go to pull away but he holds you there and deepens the kiss. You allow him to for a moment but you’re still aware of your surroundings so you pull away and rest your forehead against his.

“I missed you.” You speak against his lips.

You can feel him smiling.

“I missed you more.”

You mock sigh exasperatedly and roll your eyes, “God, do you have to make everything a competition?”

He laughs like he hasn’t in months, and pulls you in for a kiss again. You signal for him to let you down but he keeps you in his grip as you make you way over to Maverick and Penny who had just been watching you.

Penny watches you and your boyfriend giggle as he spins you around, holding the edge of your dress tight to your body so it doesn’t fly up. She squeezes Mav’s hand as she remembers how her and Pete could never reunite in such ways. Her father had been strict about her not fraternising with the pilots, let alone cocksure ones like Maverick, so she had never truly been able to settle down with him.

It delights her to see you like this with Jake because it makes her realise that you aren’t her and Maverick. You’re completely different, in the best way possible.

Jake finally sets you down so you can all greet each other. He nods to Maverick and hugs Penny before returning to your side, hoping he never has to leave it again.

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a/n: my sincerest apologies bc it took me so long to get this out but i hope u enjoy bc i love jake and his gf they are my babes,, also this was inspired by someone who reblogged one of my other jake fics and was talking about how they thought penny definitely saw jake as a young mav and i was like omg so true and immediately started writing this, so whoever you are make yourself known !!!!

also had to use charlie bc he is so boyfriend

pls reblog and comment and tell me what u think !!!

requests are open :p

ty for reading :)

- honey <333

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another-tblr-fangirl · 1 year

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Okay I need help, I was reading a fic with Jake seresin x reader and she is Cyclone daughter and it’s based on Mastermind by Taylor Swift but my app closed and now I can’t find it ? I thought I liked just in case but I can’t fins it my likes ! Someone please help me ?

Update : thanks to @mystical-apollo I think it’s possible that it was a fic from the lovely @roosterscock-deactivated2022102

So their account seem to be deactivated, I hope it’s only a mistake and that they are okay 💕

#top gun #top gun maverick #jake seresin fic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x reader smut

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imaginedreamwrite · 5 months

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Pretty Like A Devil

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a playboy, and he’s got an ego to match his skills as a pilot. After being called back to Top Gun, along with a few other pilots, to teach some recruits, Jake is eager to share his knowledge.

Y/N has been friends with Vida Kelley for nearly all her life. After a brutal end to her own engagement, wherein she caught her fiancé cheating, Y/N needs a change. Invited to stay with Vida and Rooster, and move halfway across the country, Y/N finds herself caught in the crosshairs of the infamous Hangman after meeting him at the Hard Deck Bar.

#jake seresin imagines angst #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake Seresin x reader fluff #Jake Seresin x reader angst #jake Seresin x reader smut #Jake Seresin imagines #jake seresin imagines fluff #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman fic #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman smut #pretty like the devil masterlist #Pretty Like A Devil series #Pretty Like A Devil masterlist #Pretty Like A Devil

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sunlightmurdock · 5 months

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Hey, Neighbour! | DBF!Jake Seresin x Reader (18+)

Synopsis: Jake’s been having a problem recently, and when the power goes out next door, everything quickly comes to a head.

Warnings: dad’s best friend trope. Age gap. Reader is in her mid-20s, Jake’s around 40. Obviously unbalanced power dynamic. No use of Y/N. Reader’s dad has a name. Mention of reader having a piercing. Smut. Pure filth and pining. Smut. Oral (f receiving). Unprotected pinv. Creampie. Jake has no respect for his best friend’s furniture. Choking briefly. Please comment / Reblog, it’s greatly appreciated. Wc: 8.5k. Minors dni, you will be blocked.

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Jake clicks the television off and pushes himself up from the couch, joined by his shadow of a German shepherd called Ace. They walk together to the sound of the meek little knock at his front door, Jake’s gym socks padding along his dark wood floors along the way.

It’s late. Too late for whoever is at his front door to be bearing good news. He twists the door handle and pulls it open, rolling back his aching shoulders. This late at night, he has a good idea of who’s going to be standing on his porch.

As expected, standing there and shivering in your dad’s coat and a pair of slippers, is exactly the last person that Jake was hoping to see.

You see, Jake has had a bit of a problem since he moved in to this neighbourhood.

Quite a substantial one, in the grand scheme of things, and one that seems to just be getting worse by the minute.

Suburbia was meant to be Jake’s reprieve from his bachelor lifestyle. His escapades have been worrying his mother to death for going on two decades now, and it came time that even Jake agreed that it was time to wisen up about his love life. With all of the deployments, and all of the time away from home, it had been beyond easy to never fall into anything serious. By the time he was twenty-nine, Jake’s longest ever relationship was two and a half months, which was alarming given the number of women he had encountered by then.

Two things happened that sent Jake here, to this cute little cul-de-sac in suburban San Diego, one — Jake’s job became more secure, and guaranteed that he would spend at least ninety percent of his remaining career here on the west coast. Second, he proposed to a woman. A beautiful woman, that he was so sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

She liked his house, it looked like the one her parents had raised her in. So, he bought the house and he bought a dog, and swore that he was going to try to settle down. Six months later, it was just him and the dog. Payton apologised profusely, and she’d apologise even more if he ever ran into her again, he just wasn’t right for her.

Things weren’t so bad though. Jake and Ace liked the peace and quiet, and the guy next door was actually pretty cool. Jack, the airline pilot with a mean golf swing and a great nose for the best sports bars in town. He’s a little older than Jake, with a hell of a lot more to show for it, including three grown up kids.

It’s been a couple of years now, and Jake’s practically part of the family. He knows everything there is to know. He’s there on birthdays, holidays, emergencies — he loves this family. But he has a problem.

His problem was manageable at first. So, Jack’s youngest daughter might have caught Jake’s attention at first. You were visiting home from college and you had stepped out of the car in a tight little pair of shorts and a tank top, and Jake just happened to be standing in Jack’s garage, helping him with a little project, when he first saw you.

And you were funny. Right away cracking some joke about Jake’s less than adept approach to projects around the house. Jake had laughed out loud without even meaning to, and then you’d turned your head and hit him with that mega-watt smile. Bringing new meaning to the term beaming.

God, that pretty fucking smile.

Your humour dances lightly on the nerves of others, like Jake’s, but sweeter. You’re well behaved and back then you had had a dreamy boyfriend who was in pre-med. Perfect in every way.

Even more reason for Jake to keep his hands to himself.

You were Jack’s kid. Jake wouldn’t ever cross that line. It’s just that sometimes… he had to remind himself of this boundary.

He hadn’t ever been close friends with someone where that was even a concern, and truthfully, he had been unprepared for meeting you. In all of the stories Jack told him, you were this cute little kid. Standing before him, you didn’t quite match the image he had of you in his head. This was truly uncharted territory.

Truth be told, there were times when Jake wasn’t so sure you wanted him to hang back. Even when you were still bringing that boyfriend of yours around, Jake caught the way you looked at him.

The way you tug those glossed lips between your teeth and grin around the straw of your drink.

If he was a better friend, or a stronger man, he might have been able to nip his little problem in the bud right away. He had tried, and you were living away from home then, so it was easier. But last month, you had moved back in with your parents and Jake’s life has been nothing but stress ever since.

On occasion, Jake thinks of how he would have to plead his case if someone discovered how he felt. You just don’t know what it’s like when she’s looking at me, man. I swear, I tried to stay away from her, I did.

It’s not his fault that Jack asked him to watch you while your folks were away on that cruise.

Jake’s gaze finally flickers back up to your wounded, hurt baby bunny, expression.

“What’s the matter, cutie? — You alright?” He reaches for you with one hand, gently grabbing at the crook of your elbow and guiding you towards him. That sad little look on your face tugs at his heart strings every time.

“Yeah, I just — I plugged in my phone charger and all the lights went out. I think I tripped a fuse,” All exasperated and frustrated at once, you push your hair back off of your face and frown at him. “Could you come take a look at it for me?”

Jake’s throat grows thick. Under your dad’s heavy work coat, Jake can see the thin white tank top you’re wearing and the blue checkered, boxer style pyjama shorts. But Jack asked him to take care of you.

“Yeah. Of course I can,” Jake nods his head and reaches down to tug at Ace’s black woven collar. “Come in a sec. I just need some shoes.”

There haven’t been too many occasions where you have been inside Jake’s place. Your dad comes here a lot and you’ve been sent over to collect him before dinner on occasion, or to deliver Jake some leftovers.

It’s warm inside, and it smells like woodsmoke and leather. He’s been burning the candle that you got him for his last birthday. You inhale softly, shrugging the coat closer to your body.

In the times that you have been over here, you’re always surprised by how tidy he keeps the place. It’s not what you would have expected of a single guy living all alone.

Jake pulls some sneakers from a tidy shoe organizer disguised to look like an end table and crouches down to put them on his feet. Leaning over, something catches his eye between the heavy fleece of your dad’s unzipped work jacket.

“Did you get your bellybutton pierced?”

The question startles you, drawing attention to the fact that you had been craning your neck and trying to get a look into Jake’s living room. You turn your head, blinking as Jake straightens up and takes a step towards you.

He reaches out and before you know it, his warm fingers are stretching out across your chilled, just exposed navel. His thumb brushes over your soft skin, brows drawing together as he examines the dainty jewelry pushed through your skin.

Swiftly, you take a step back and his hand drops away from your body. “I’ve had it for years.”

There’s a silence between the two of you. Jake’s going to be kicking himself for that for weeks to come. He shouldn’t have reached out and touched you like that. He shouldn’t be commenting on things your father wouldn’t approve of. You’re too grown up for that.

“Huh,” He clicks his tongue, reaching just past your side to grab his house keys from the dish by the door. “C’mon, kid. Let’s go take a look at those lights.”

The shuffle of your slippers cuts through the awkward silence as you cross Jake’s front yard and into yours. It’s late November, and a cold night in particular too. Standing in just a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, the evening chill makes Jake’s arm hair stand on end. As you walk ahead, your back to him, Jake wonders if it has the same effect on you.

Thinking about his best friend’s daughter’s tits. He wishes the shame alone was enough to knock the thought out of his head. He wishes you hadn’t moved home. He wishes you weren’t leading him into your dark, empty house right now.

The entire house is pitch black, but Jake tests the hallway lightswitch in passing anyway. He notes the dubious look you shoot him back over your shoulder. Then, he passes by you as you stop to take off that big coat. It’s not something he wants to hang by and watch.

It’s cold as his shoulder brushes yours, and not just because it’s November. You swallow thickly, staring after him until he disappears into the dark. Your feelings towards Jake are complicated.

Well, they’re not. Your crush on him isn’t the innocent middle school crush that you used to have on an older figure, like a teacher. No, this is far from doodling his name in your journal. This man, and his thick, ridged abs and golden chest hair, is working his way into your dreams.

After the break-up, you had sworn off men for a while — and that was the right decision for you. But, it left certain parts of you yearning. And Jake’s right next door. From your bedroom window, you’ve got the perfect view into his backyard. The same backyard where he’ll work out in the blazing heat, sweat glistening along his tanned skin, along the ridges and valleys of his muscles.

No, this crush is far from innocent. It crossed the border into indecent weeks ago, the first time that you touched yourself thinking about him. It wasn’t your fault; he was tempting you.

You had returned home from work to find Jake hanging out in the living room with your father, not unusual, and you had joined the two of them. Your dad had started with a playful comment about Jake. Jake had returned the favour with a witty remark about your dad. You were just joining in on the fun, poking playfully at Jake’s age.

All too suddenly, he had turned sharply to you and pinched the soft skin between your ribs and hip, leaning dangerously close with a smirk on his face that made your head spin. In fact, you still remember the way your mouth had hung open as Jake had breathed out a chuckle and shot you that playfully warning look.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” He’d challenged, that eager look in those wild green eyes, his cheeks dimpling just slightly, fingers pressing into your side.

Since then, you can’t help but think of him closer, and closer.

“Jake, wait!” You call, dropping the coat onto a hook and kicking off your slippers, starting to rush after him. Jake cranes his neck to look back at you over his shoulder. “You should probably show me what you’re doing. Y’know, in case it happens again.”

“Sure. Come here,” Jake jerks his head for you to join him, extending his hand for you in the dark of the utility room. You swat around until your fingers graze his, falling silent at the brash way he grabs hold of your hand and drags you closer. Your ass briefly brushes his thigh as he guides you in front of him. Jake steps back, clearing his throat. The little red dot on the fuse box illuminates his fingertips as he reaches past you. “This is the switch you want, don’t mess with anything else or your dad’ll kill you.”

The corners of your lips twitch. There are plenty of things your dad would be furious with, if he knew you had done them.

Jake’s fingers curl around the switch. His cologne fills your nose. His massive bicep is inches from your cheek, and everything feels like electric as his other hand comes to rest on the bare space between your shirt and your shorts. You’re trapped between him and the wall in front. If you would push your hips back just an inch or two…

“So, you flip the switch off to reset it,” Jake’s voice is all gravel from yelling at the young pilots he instructs, and shouting over the top of loud music in bars. It drifts past your ears and makes you want to shiver as his fingers curl around the plush of your hip. “And then you flip it back on for the power.”

Suddenly, the lights come back on in the hall outside of the utility room. Jake’s got you cornered against the fuse box really, and with the washer and dryer to your side, the only escape would be to rush out into the hall. You’re not quite ready to make that move. You can hear the amusement in his voice. He can feel the way you’re burning with awkward embarrassment in front of him.

“Oh.” You say quietly. Jake chuckles from behind you, his hand trailing about an inch higher, taking some of the fabric from your tank top with it, pinching playfully at your newly exposed waist.

“Happy to help, kid.” He’s already drawing back, his hand pulling away from your electrified skin, the sound of his shoe hitting the floor and alerting you to the fact that he’ll be leaving before you even know it.

“Could I ask you for one more favour?” You turn to face him, biting sheepishly on your bottom lip.

“Sure. What is it?” He’d retile your entire bathroom for you if you asked him to. That’s what makes him wish he was a better friend.

There’s an art to the way you bat your lashes at him, knowing better than to get too close or put your hands on him. Just that deep, pleading look in your eyes is more than enough. “Will you finish watching my scary movie with me? — Kinda… freaked me out a little bit when the lights went out, is all.”

“… Yeah. Yeah, I guess I can hang out for a little.” You’re a good kid, and it’s just a movie. He can’t leave you over here all by yourself, scared out of your mind, now, can he?

Jake wonders if this is what your father had in mind when he had asked his most trusted friend to just be there for his daughter while they were away.

That same, trusted best friend, sitting on the couch with his chin propped up against his palm, and that daughter’s head resting against his shoulder. You could have sat over on the other end of the couch, or even in your dad’s armchair, but that defeats the purpose of asking Jake to stay.

“Fill me in. What am I missing here?” Jake asks, mostly to fill the silence. His arm stretches along the back of your couch, his knees parted obnoxiously and his neck awkwardly straight to minimise risk of him laying his head against yours.

Your hand comes to rest against his middle, eyes focused calmly on the screen. “So there are two timelines. The present, and flashbacks to like… maybe ten years ago. Ten years ago, the family bought this mirror, and…”

Jake’s fingers inch their way into your hair, trailing softly over your scalp. Your fingers brush over his middle as he massages your scalp. He listens to you explain the plot of the movie like he isn’t thinking about the way your nipples are pressing through the white fabric of your tank top.

“Freaky mirror…” Jake muses over the concept of the plot, squinting his eyes at the screen, his fingers slowing to a halt in your hair as he turns his head to look at you. “You gonna be able to sleep okay tonight if we watch this?”

You meet him back with a sheepish grin and an innocent shrug of your shoulders. “Well, I already started, so I need to see that it ends okay, or I’ll be freaked out.”

“Alright. Just making sure you’re not gonna try crawling into my bed tonight after you have a nightmare.” Jake teases, pushing his knees further apart and sinking down into the comfort of the grey fabric couch he helped the movers bring in here last August.

He didn’t push you away when you sat right next to him and curled against his side. He reached out himself and stroked his fingers along your stomach.

Confidence surges through you like a wave, swelling big enough for you to giggle and press closer to him. “Come on, would that be such a bad thing?”

“What did you say?”

The swell has passed and the wave crashes just like all the others do, breaking over an otherwise calm sea. You swallow softly, growing exceptionally still.

“I was just kidding—“

Jake’s fingers leave your hair and curl instead around the nape of your neck. He turns his head, attempting to get a look at your face. “No, no. Say it again. What did you say?”

You shake your head, pressing it closer against his toned stomach. “I was just joking. You wouldn’t mind it that much if I had a bad dream and had to come sleep in your bed.”

He’s quiet for a moment and the movie draws tense. The main character is creeping around in the dark, the music is building, and Jake’s far too quiet for your liking.

“Don’t joke about that.” Jake says quietly.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You answer him, hugging your cheek into the dark fabric of his t-shirt. That way, there’s no chance of him seeing the shame on your face. Going after your dad’s best friend— you should be ashamed of yourself.

Jake rubs a palm over the stubble on his jaw, trying to focus on the screen in front of him. This movie can’t possibly take much longer.

He knows he has upset you. You’re uncharacteristically quiet, and he can feel you trying to sit still. He shifts his hips a little, reaching out and resting his palm against your waist.

Your brows draw together as the main character bites into the apple she was eating and glass shards drop to the floor in front of her. Jake feels your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. Sweat beads on the nape of his neck.

His thumb swipes back and forth over the inch of bare skin on your hip.

Jake glances down at you. Laying against his middle like this. It feels all too natural. He isn’t even paying attention to the movie. Truthfully, the only thing on Jake’s mind is how soft your skin feels against the pad of his thumb.

Imagining how soft your body would feel in his palms, every inch of your skin in his capable hands.

You gasp as the camera pans to the main character’s bleeding mouth, and the shattered lightbulb in your hands, twisting your head and burying your face in Jake’s shirt.

Jake flinches, his attention drawn back to the screen as his fingers curl into your skin. His face twists in distaste, groaning at the gore on the screen.

“Shit, you weren’t kidding about this being freaky.” Jake mutters with a soft shake of his head, shifting uncomfortably as his fingers massage at the pillowy skin of your waist. He swallows thickly, eyes dropping down to the way you’re nestled just above his waistband. He tries a weak chuckle, mind racing for something to lighten the mood. “What am I meant to do if I’m up all night after this, huh?”

You laugh softly against his stomach, pressing closer to the warmth of his rigid torso. Jake stares at the screen as he feels your open palm brush over his abdomen, fingertips grazing the waistband of his sweats by mere millimeters. He strokes your skin, setting his knees further apart by an inch.

Even with the score of the movie in front of you, everything feels so quiet. Even with the floor lamp to your right and the table lamp to your left, it all feels so dark. It all feels so slow. Truthfully, you imagine this is as close as you’ll get to understanding what it feels like to tightrope across Niagara Falls.

One misstep, a strong gust, the loss of balance in any capacity and its all over. The best friendship that your father has ever had, thrown away because you made a pass at a man far too old for you to begin with.

Then, Jake’s fingers break their almost surgically precise pattern. The tips stretch just slightly under the fabric of your tank top, reaching for the silken skin of your stomach. It’s brief, before they retreat to the safety of circling the skin that you’ve chosen to expose. You drop your gaze, watching all five of his digits follow their intricate pattern, and stretch under the cotton white of your top once again.

Maybe Jake notices that you’re watching him, or maybe he finally notices it himself, but he stops all at once. Fingers pulling back to rest platonically against your hip, green eyes trained seriously on the television, his lips stretched into a flat line.

“It’s okay,” You whisper without turning your gaze away from the screen. Jake doesn’t look at you. He feels your fingers brush across the top of his, curling through the digits, linking them together. “It’s okay, Jake. You can. I won’t say anything.”

Your parents aren’t going to be home for another eleven days. What’s Jake supposed to do until then, ignore your existence? — Avoid you entirely?

He wants this, and you’re on to him, giving him permission.

“Honey,” It’s caught somewhere between a sigh and a groan, an exhale of restraint and desperation all at once. He wishes he could at least pretend he’s half interested in this movie. “Don’t talk like that.”

Your brows draw together, eyes going wide as a child in the movie creeps through the house, headed for the master bedroom. Bloody sheets on the bed. A smashed plate on the floor. Jake’s hand gripping your hip. The child inches forwards, the music swells, a chill rushes down your back. In frame, the little girl rounds the edge of the bed and someone leaps out, bloodied and frenzied. Jake hasn’t been paying enough attention to gather who.

Neither one of you will care in a few moments.

The surprise makes you jolt, leaping up from your spot against Jake’s stomach, sitting upright all of a sudden, grabbing onto his forearm for support.

“It’s alright, cutie,” Jake breathes out in soft amusement, rubbing a heavy circle on your back. That’s the first thing he called you. When he’d seen you struggling to lift the icebox in the garage. Let me get that for you, cutie. And now, he has the nerve to pretend like it’s just you that has led the two of you here. “Maybe we should turn it off now, huh?”

Your heartbeat is already thudding in your ears and there’s no way you’ll be able to sleep after any of this. Fuck it. You turn, brace your palm against his shoulder, and take the dive.

Jake has thought about what those pretty lips feel like. Every time they stretch upwards into those pretty smiles, each time you sink your teeth into the bottom one. He should be prepared, in theory. Is there any way to prepare for something like this?

“Sweetheart…” Jake mutters against your lips, eyes screwed shut, hands reaching out for your hips. Pained, he gives a slow shake of his head. “Come on, we can’t do this.”

“But do you want to?” Your lips graze his. He feels the way you arch your back, knocking your chest into his, angling yourself in a way that just begs him to grab hold of your waist and drag you into his lap. You close your mouth, pecking softly at his still lips once more. “If you didn’t know my dad… you would. Right?”

Yes. Of course he would. He would be insane not to. He’s driving himself insane trying not to.

“But I do, and… and he trusts me.” Jake turns his head just slightly, but his hands reach for you. His big hands find your hips and grab onto them tight, hard. He just holds you right there. There’s got to be some kind of way he can regain some of the power here.

“I trust you.” You tell him, kissing his jaw tentatively. Delicate fingertips skim along the throbbing vein on the left side of Jake’s throat, reaching for the nape of his neck. Soft, slow kisses lead a trail to his earlobe, passing plains of stubble and angled bone. “I know you won’t hurt me, and I know you want me. It’s okay, Jake, I want you too.

“Fuck.” Jake swears, dropping his head forwards to rest against the curve of your shoulder. His fingers dig into your hips harder and harder. By the time Jake drags you forwards, his grip is so tight that you would have no choice but to follow. You fall into his lap, lips parted and eyes wide as Jake’s deep pine coloured eyes study your face.

You wait for him to speak again, but he doesn’t. Not for a long time. His fingers stretch up from your hips, reaching under the fabric of your tank top, extending across your bare abdomen. He stretches the brushed cotton further, taking it up with a gentle touch.

“Your father would kill me.” Jake muses as his fingertips graze the underside of your breasts, his eyes solely on your face. You smile back at him, only partly because your father is an airline pilot who couldn’t bench half of what Jake does on a good day.

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

Jake grits his teeth. It has started to rain outside now. That storm that channel four had promised is starting to roll in. The movie will be over soon. The rain will be the only sound on this entire street. This house is completely empty, beside the two of you. He exhales through his nose and pushes his hips up. He’s half-hard under you, and giving you another disapproving shake of his head.

“Little fuckin’ minx…” Jake curses you, his words fanning out across the span of your exposed neck, hot and cold all at once. “You get off on teasing me like this, or something?”

A smile works its way across those pretty lips. Jake could see more of that smile than he sees sunsets and he would still be pretty damn content. Your nails rake softly through the almost buzzed fade at the back of his head as you give a shake of your head.

“Well, it’s not teasing if we take care of it,” Your shoulders rise and fall in a soft shrug as Jake’s fingers trail further upwards, taking your tank top with them and exposing your breasts to the cool autumn air. The rattle of the air conditioning unit that your dad tells you not to mess with reminds you of the real culprit as your nipples harden and perk with the exposure. You lean back, bracing each of your hands on Jake’s knees, arching your chest out, letting Jake see the newly exposed skin. “If you’ll let me.”

His eyes are pretty when he smiles. When he’s staring at your tits, they’re hooded and hungry, a shade of green that threatens to draw you in and hold you captive. What a happy captive you would be. His hands grab at both of them at once, squeezing roughly at the supple flesh.

All at once, his mouth is on yours too. He’s sucking at your bottom lip, growling into your mouth. He smells of smoked wood and he tastes of scotch. It paints half of a picture. A lonely man sitting in his home alone on a Saturday night, burning a candle given to him by a girl half his age and drinking liquor older than he is himself.

You’re straddling his hips now, your bare thighs squeezing into the fabric of his grey sweatpants, pulling yourself closer with each hungry kiss. Jake’s touch is experienced, expert; he pinches softly at your nipple, anticipates the way your mouth will draw open in a soft gasp, and licks into your mouth the second that it does. He sucks softly at the tip of your tongue, revelling in the feeling of your soft breasts in his hands.

“Arms up.”

You’re such a good girl. The way that you comply with a wordless grin and bite at your lip once the tank top hits the floor has Jake in even more trouble than he was before. He kisses softly at the space between your tits, pushing them together in his hands, opening his mouth and pressing his tongue into your skin.

Men like boobs. Big boobs, small boobs — your shared gossip sessions with friends in college always led to the same conclusion, men don’t care. They bite, suck, grab regardless of size. It shouldn’t be anything new. But then Jake reaches your left nipple. His right hand palms at the underside as his tongue swipes in a circular motion, just before his lips clasp around the sensitive bud.

You know he’s watching you through those esurient green eyes, but you find yourself playing right into his capable hands anyway. Any leverage you may have had in seeming like his charms don’t work on you are washed away with the dulcet tone of your first moan. It spills from your lips, your nails pressing into the nape of his neck as Jake sucks expertly at the sensitive skin.

He pulls away with another ravenous exhale, something between a sigh and a groan. His hands feel heavy on your body as they paw at your chest with a capability you’ve never encountered before. His cologne is expensive and mature, a smokey blend that has you intoxicated and enthralled. His mouth is wet and eager, but oh, so slow as it explores the areas of you he has dreamt about.

The rain outside is growing heavier, like it’s learning to mimic the deepness of each of your breaths. The movie must have finished by now. Neither one of you is going to check.

His stubble prickles, rough and masculine, abrasive compared to the adept caress of his tongue. His right hand grabs forcibly at the nape of your neck, drawing the sweetest little squeak from your already open lips. You knew he would be better than the guys you’ve been with before, but not like this. He hasn’t even touched you yet.

Jake’s lips seem to pinpoint each and every nerve ending in your chest, sucking and licking at your skin through feverish kisses. The tenderness seeping away each time a breathy moan falls from your mouth, fanning out against his clothed shoulder. He pulls away from the top of your breast with his teeth, already knowing, in his years of experience, that that’s going to bruise.

Jake lifts his head, letting his eyes drift shut as you lean forwards and press your mouth to his neck. He can feel your nerves in your trembling fingertips, in the way your chest shivers when it brushes his, in the way your lips suck at his pulse point. But you’re doing so well. Dragging your lips along the length of his neck, biting softly at the skin just above his collarbone, feeling him shiver at the sensation.

“Off.” You demand, grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt, feeling him grin against your jaw. He complies wordlessly, grabbing at the back of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

You’ve seen Jake shirtless plenty of times, wandering around his property or opening the front door without shame. You’ve always wondered what those muscles, that dusting of golden chest hair, would feel like up close. Forgetting that you’re being watched, your hands explore his toned torso. The line down the middle of his stomach, the sharp divide of his collarbones, the swell of his pecs.

“What’re you thinking?” Jake asks, brushing your hair back from your face tenderly, concern coating his features.

A bashful smile spreads across your cheeks as you watch your fingers ghost along the thick muscle of his shoulder. “That you’re really hot.”

Jake breathes out a chuckle, reaching up and grabbing at the back of your neck to cradle you against him as he pushes up from the couch and turns quickly, planting you on your back and covering your body with his.

“That smile is gonna get me in big trouble, sweetheart,” Jake wastes no time in pressing his mouth to your stomach, holding you by your waist as he sucks filthy kisses into your skin to mark his path downward. “You know that?”

“I know.” You answer back, just to tease him this time. Jake stops at your waistband as you giggle, looking up at you through hooded eyes with a devilish grin on his face. He drags his teeth across your hip, hooking his fingers into the sides of your shorts and tugging them down your legs.

“God, honey, you weren’t wearing panties this entire time?” Jake exhales, eye-level with the most intimate part of you and completely unashamed. Your mind fumbles for an answer, lips getting into position to finally respond when he leans forwards and licks a stripe through your soaked core. Then, he moans. His hands grab fistfuls of your soft waist and he goes in again, lapping hungrily at your excitement, groaning against your sensitive skin.

“O-Oh… Jake.” Your voice trembles, knees trying to press shut around Jake’s broad shoulders. He grabs firmly at your thigh, closing his lips loosely around your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and making you jolt against him.

“Yeah, honey?”

“That feels really fucking good.” You tell him, closing your eyes finally.

“Attagirl. Just hold on, girlie, I’m gonna get you there.” He promises without once diverting from his apparent mission. If he’s as devoted to the Navy as he is to making you cum at this exact moment in time, the military is lucky to have him. You’re soaked, excitement pooling between your legs. Jake already knows he’s going to spend tomorrow cleaning this couch, and he wishes he cared enough to make better decisions.

“Look at this,” Jake breathes out as his gaze falls back down to rest between your legs. He couldn’t care less about the fucking couch. You swallow hard, practically aching for his touch. You’ve waited so long already. His index finger dips between your folds, his brows raise as he gathers your excitement on the tip of it. “Making such a fuckin’ mess for your old man’s best friend. Dirty fucking girl.”

He can’t see the way his words make you grin, but he can feel the way you reach for his hair and tug softly at those blonde roots, begging for more. He’s more than happy to give it to you. Jake groans against you, working his tongue in soft circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves. His eyes are still on you. Your eyes are closed �� if you look him in the eyes then you’re going to get all embarrassed, and you’ll be damned before you let someone ruin how good this feels. Especially not yourself.

Jake’s hand trails up your naked torso, pawing at your rising and falling tits as you pant into the chilled air, sweat beading on your skin.

He’s gentle between your legs. More gentle than he could be. Pressing his stubbled mouth firmly against your core and working his tongue against you, each languid movement making you keen into him. The tip of his nose bumps your clit periodically. It feels like your head is spinning.

Dragging his mouth back up to your sensitive, throbbing clit, his free hand slides between your legs, he dips the tip of his index finger into you, then slides it in up to the knuckle and curls. Just testing the waters. It’s enough to earn him a moan, enough to have you grab a fistful of his short blonde hair, ensuring that he doesn’t get ahead of himself and lose pace with his mouth.

He slips his ring finger into you alongside his middle whilst his tongue works confidently along your core and back up to your clit. He lets go of your thigh and rests his forearm across your stomach, keeping you nice and still for him. Maybe he should feel ashamed of himself for how much he’s enjoying this.

All of those times he enjoyed the sound of your laugh, and sat with the afterthought of how much he’d enjoy the sound of your moans. It’s hard to be ashamed when it turns out he was right.

He scissors his fingers inside of you, making you gasp louder this time, pulling against him. You tug at his roots, he moans against your clit. You both shiver, and not because of that now thundering storm. Jake’s tongue flattens as he drags it along your core. He pulls his fingers from you and puts them immediately to work, taking over the pace on your clit, burying his face between your legs, curling his tongue into you.

Jake growls against you, his cock growing now uncomfortably hard in the confines of his sweats and his fingers and mouth switch places once again. After all the time he has waited, he doesn’t deny himself the pleasure of looking up at you, writhing at the feeling of him between your legs. All that does is make his sweats feel even tighter again. His fingers fuck into you mercilessly, curling and twisting, making you keen into his touch and arch your back and gasp all at once.

You cum with his name on your tongue and your fingers in his hair. The comedown feels like weightlessness. Jake doesn’t bother to ask if that’s the first time a man has made you feel like that, the adoration in your eyes as he comes in to kiss your mouth tells him everything he needs to know.

His mouth tastes like you, his chin is wet with your slick and his cock is straining against the grey cotton of his sweats, pressing in to your stomach. Jake’s fingers brush your hair back softly from your forehead, a sudden calmness in the green of his eyes as he studies the peaceful euphoric smile on your face.

“We don’t have to go any further—“

“Stop trying to be a gentleman.” You huff, lifting your head and kissing him hard, hooking your legs around his waist. Drawing him closer, you’re both painfully aware that the only thing stopping him from touching you is his sweats. “I want you.”

Jake pauses for a moment. Rain slams against the windows, and the television goes dark as it passes into standby mode. His hands squeeze softly at your waist, eyes darting downward at your naked body under his. He would be a damn idiot to say no to everything he has been fantasising about.

“You keep condoms here?” He breathes out.

Your eyes light up before him, gleaming with mischief. You give a confident nod of your head as a cunning little smirk spreads across your lips.

“There are some in my parents’ bathroom,” You can tell right away that he doesn’t like that idea, but that’s okay, option two was by far your favourite anyway. “Or, you could just cum in me. I won’t tell.”

“Jesus Christ.” Jake drops his head forwards to rest against your naked chest, panting out a dry laugh. His fingers bruise into your middle as he starts to consider the choices that have led him here. Once he feels composed enough to look you in the eye again, he lifts his head and squints seriously. “You did not just say that.”

“I want you to. I’m on birth control anyway.” Long gone is the nervous girl standing on his porch and asking him to fix her lights. There’s a devious, lustful look in your eye and Jake’s pretty damn sure there’s magic in that look. All he knows is that it could make him do just about anything you asked of him. “Please?”

Jake swipes his thumb along the curve of your jaw, studying the depths of your irises for just a moment. He leans forwards and kisses your bottom lip, sucking at the plush skin, pulling away with his teeth. You swallow as he sits back, pushes his sweats down his legs and frees his swollen cock. From under him, you’ve got the perfect view.

Every ridge and valley in those impossible abs, each follicle of hair that lines his tanned chest, trailing down below his navel and sitting neatly around his pubic bone, trimmed just as neatly as his navy-standard hair cut. His cock is a good size, considerable even when he’s got one of his large hands wrapped around its base. Wide too, throbbing red at the tip, bending just slightly to the left.

Just looking has your mouth running dry.

Fisting his cock, Jake sits back on his heels and lets his gaze fall down to your glistening core once again. He looks down at your pretty face, then lowers himself between your legs, pressing his chest into yours, kissing you dizzyingly hard.

“You want it?” Jake asks one last time.

“I want it.” You answer him, smiling softly back at him, squeezing your thighs around his hips.

You’re looking up at him with such trust in your eyes that Jake can barely stand it. His heart thuds in his chest as he guides the tip of his cock between your folds, hesitating just briefly. There’s already no coming back from this. There’s no way to make up for the things he has already done. You’re so special, and he wants this so bad.

Your mouth sucks softly at his throat, quiet, pleased sounds spilling from your lips as he grinds the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit. Jake kisses your shoulder softly, then lowers his head to rest there as he drags his cock down to your warm entrance. You gasp softly as he presses into you, pushing forwards until he’s buried and stretching you open completely.

“Oh,” You whimper against his earlobe, pressing your nails into the swell of his shoulder blade. “You feel really fucking big.”

“So fuckin tight.” Jake grunts, his throat thick with desire as he stills inside of you, thumbs bruising into your hips. “Sweet fucking girl. Feel like you’re made just for me.”

This makes you smile into the curve of his jaw, humming in soft agreement as he starts to slowly rock his hips. Lightning flashes outside of the window, and it doesn’t matter one bit. The rest of the world is a million miles away. In here, it’s just the two of you.

“Oh fuck,” Jake shivers, eclipsing your throat with his hand, pulling you in for a heavy kiss, licking into your mouth as he drags his hips back until it’s just the tip. You gasp sharply against him as he snaps his hips forwards until he’s buried into you completely once. “Fuck. You like that?”

“Yeah. I want it like that.” You whimper into his skin, hugging your legs tight around his hips. You moan eagerly against his lips, the sound catching in your throat as he squeezes at the sides of your neck and drives his hips forwards sharply, drawing an excited squeak from your parted lips.

Jake grunts, rocking himself into you hard and fast. He’s waited so long for this, and so have you. The way you’re clawing at his back makes him want to give it all to you. Leaving feverish kisses along your collarbones, he fills you over and over. You curl both legs tighter around his waist, leaning your head back as far as you can against the couch cushion to give his lips better access to your throat.

The living room is filled with the sounds of your sex. Your desperate moans, panting and hard. Jake’s pleasured grunts, muffled softly by the curve of your shoulder. His skin slapping yours. It smells like him, smoky and mature. Sweat beads along his back and his forehead as he keeps up that merciless pace, fucking you so hard that you couldn’t tell him your own name anymore.

Jake pulls back just enough to grab the backs of your thighs and pin them to your chest, hooking your knees over his shoulders, filling you even deeper than before, making you cry out.

“Jake!” You beg, babbling incoherently into the curve of his shoulder as he goes right back to the pace he set before. Fucking you hard and fast, scrambling your brain to the point that the only thing on your mind is the ravenous way he’s staring down at you.

Your walls are squeezing around him perfectly and the sounds you’re making are just driving him insane. It’s been a long time since Jake felt as crazy about someone as he feels about you. He pants into the crook of your neck as his fingers tug at your hair, making you moan out even louder.

“I’m gonna cum — fuck, honey,” Jake grunts out like he’s been punched, his eyes screwing shut as he reaches between your bodies and rubs uniformed circles around your clit. “Are you close? — Can you cum one more time for me?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out, already trembling as you squeeze your thighs tighter around him. “Just—“ You don’t have the words, so you just reach out and grab his hand. Jake swallows hard as you wrap his open hand around the column of your throat and look up at him with that big, trusting look in your eyes again.

He grits his teeth as he squeezes at the sides of your throat, watching your sweet face contort in pleasure. Your hand dips between your legs and replaces where Jake’s had been, rubbing feverish patterns on your clit. Your stomach tightens in knots, your breathing grows heavy and Jake’s cock drives into you at just about the perfect angle each time. You open his mouth to warn him, but it’s already too late. You couldn’t find the words if you tried.

All you can do is grab onto those thick shoulders and cry out his name against the salty skin of his neck. Jake slows just slightly, offering you some reprieve through your sensitivity. Trying to be a gentleman once again. The brain fog starts to clear, you lift your head and press your lips to your earlobe.

“Cum in me,” You pant out, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. Jake groans against your chest, nodding his head feverishly. “Just like that, Jake, please.”

He’s relentless, fucking your through the sensitivity of your post-orgasm haze hard enough that grabbing onto those broad shoulders is the only thing that keeps you down to earth with him. Jake groans desperately. He wraps an arm under your back and pulls you as tight against him as physics will allow. You gasp softly, taking your lip between your teeth as he fills you, his cock throbbing against your walls. He seeks out your lips and kisses you hard, somehow more desperate now.

“Fuck, honey…” Jake breathes out, pressing a lazy kiss to the curve of your jaw. He makes no effort to move at first. “You alright?”

“Better than alright.” You answer contentedly, a soft smile toying at your lips as lightning flashes outside once again. Jake chuckles tiredly, lifting his head and kissing your lips.

He sighs, moving slow as he slips out of you and looks down at his cum dripping from between your legs.

“Oh, shit!” You realize, sitting up quickly and trying to reach around Jake for something to clean it with. He hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you tight against him. Truthfully, from the moment that you had laid your head on Jake’s abs, you hadn’t thought once about the consequences of fucking him right here in this spot.

“Forget it, I’ll — I’ll fix this,” He tells you calmly, already regretting that he’s going to have to live with what he has done on this couch. “Come on, cutie. Let’s go take a shower.”

It’s clear that this is foreign territory for you. Not the sex, but what comes after. He didn’t get up and leave. He didn’t run away with regret for what he did. He ran soap across your body and found your pyjamas for you.

You swallow softly, walking to sit on the edge of your bed. Jake runs a hand along his stubbled jaw as he lingers in the doorway to you room. You can’t help but notice that he got dressed again. Including his shoes. He looks you over, sitting there in fresh pyjamas, staring at him with that worried little look on your face.

He hasn’t ever seen your room here. It’s probably the one room in the house he has never been in. He’s been wondering what it’s like.

But that isn’t why he’s standing there. He sighs softly and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I should go — I mean, Ace is over there by himself.” Jake says quietly. You nod at him. You should probably say something too, but truthfully, not all of your words seem to have come back into your mind yet. “Are you coming with me?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I don’t wanna leave you over here by yourself after that weird ass movie.” Jake answers you with a shrug of his shoulders. “I figured you could just spend the night. If you want.”

Your mouth twitches at the corners as you push yourself up from the edge of your bed, nodding eagerly at him. You’ve got eleven days until your parents get back in town, and Jake permitting, you’re planning on making the most of that.

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The boss, aka Teaching you Respect pt II (Jake Seresin)

Summary: When Jake invites the boys over for an unplanned guys' night, you have to remind him who's in charge.

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Author notes: Sorry this has taken so long... I had too many ideas and couldn't put them all into practice. I swear I could write a whole book about sub Jake! 🤔 Also, I know nothing about college football, so forgive me if any of this is wrong! As always, thank you so much for reading - all comments, shares and feedbacks are very welcome. Also @fuckyeahhangman the bedroom scene was the one I wrote on the train... although the story your photo inspired will be on its way soon!

Warnings: Basically porn with a tiny hint of plot. Minors, this is definitely not for you - move along and do not engage! Femdom, p in v, oral (both m&f receiving), bit degradation, rough sex, a little angst, bad language, unprotected sex (be safe!). I think that's all but tell me if you spot anything I've missed!

The Boss

Part 2 of Teaching You Respect

It had been a long day and all you really wanted was the sofa, Jake, and a glass of wine, so when you arrived back to find three cars parked in front of your house you couldn’t help but let out a small groan.

Walking through the front door to cries of “pizza” mixed with the overly loud sounds of a football game felt a little like the final straw, and you wondered for a moment whether tears, screaming, or heading back out of the door would be a better move.

You hadn’t even kicked off your shoes when a handsome blond head appeared through the door, grin broad and green eyes crinkled at the side.

“Oh hey babe, we thought you were pizza.” He took a pull from his beer and strode barefoot towards you to press an open-mouthed kiss on your lips.

“Boys night?” You asked, your tone cold as you looked up at him.

He narrowed his eyes. “I told you, didn’t I? It’s my team against Coyote’s.”

You pursed your lips. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Any idea when you told me?”

The Hangman grin only widened, and he tilted his head to the side. “I definitely told you. We talked about it during flight practice last week and I said I’d talk to you the next day.”

“Day I got called away early right and we didn’t each other at all?

You thought about raising your voice, thought even about telling him to send his friends home. But if truth be told, you didn’t have the energy. So instead you shrugged on a sigh and ran a hand up the back of your neck. “You know what? Whatever. Just as long as I don’t have to be sociable. I’ll go get a drink and just head on upstairs while you have your boys’ night.”

He stepped aside but followed closely as you headed into the kitchen to grab a snack and a bottle of water, stepping behind you to wrap his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck. You shrugged him away as you continued to find food, but he only pulled you around to face him.

“Babe it was a genuine mistake, are you mad?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just tired Jake, it’s been a hell of a week and I could’ve done without coming home to a house full of people.”

He sighed and pulled you tight against him. “What if I promise to make it up to you later?”

You wriggled free of him. “Tonight’s not the night Jake, it’s been a shitty day. Just go have fun with the guys and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Gathering up your snacks, you made your way upstairs, seething silently with every step you took and trying to block out the sounds of the football that blared from the room below you. Upstairs you changed into shorts and a tank and went to settle in bed, finding the new cheesy rom com Netflix had been promising you all week. But ten minutes in and the sounds of the game - not to mention the guys watching it - were way louder than anything you could comfortably manage with your own movie.

Could you turn the TV down please? I can’t hear myself think up here.

He read the message immediately, and you saw dots dance before you.

Babe you can’t watch football quietly. Can’t you turn the TV up?

This time the seething wasn’t so silent, a stream of curse words hissing out from your lips.

Not if I want eardrums. Come on Jake don’t be a dick.

The reply came quickly this time.

I thought you liked it when I was a dick. Liked the chance to remind me who’s boss 😈

FFS, are you kidding right now?! 1. I can remind you who’s boss without you being a dick and 2. Tonight is not the night.

This time there were no dancing dots, and though you waited for a moment, the TV downstairs continued to blare.

You were contemplating dressing again and heading out for a drink - ideally somewhere far far away from Jake… or maybe men in general - when the bedroom door opened slowly and a pair of piercing green eyes appeared around the side, Jake closing the door gently behind him as he made his way across the room.

“Babe,”

“Jake, don’t babe me. Just turn the fucking TV down, it’s not a big deal.”

“Easy for you to say.” Leaning over the side of the bed, Jake pressed his thick arms on either side of you and moved his lips over the side of your neck. “If I go back down there and tell the guys that you say we have to turn it down, they’ll think I’m whipped.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, and we can’t have that from the best pilot in the navy, can we?”

He pulled back, eyes burning into yours in a way that made your core tighten in spite of you. “Do you know what they’d say y/n, if they thought I did exactly what you told me?”

This time as he moved back toward you you pushed him away, a gentle hand on the Longhorns jersey that covered his muscular chest. “If you did exactly what I told you we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Is that what you think?” Jake’s jaw was set as his eyes gazed pleadingly into yours and his voice hit a new low. “Because you know the power you have over me. You know I’ll do whatever it is that you want from me, all you need do is say the words.”

You couldn’t deny that it had an effect on you. Of course it did, because Jake knew all of the right buttons to push. So of course you reacted.

“Touch yourself. Right now.” You murmured, eyes never leaving his as you began to speak. “Touch yourself exactly as I tell you. Do you understand me?” He nodded, but you only shook your head in response. “Words Seresin.”

You saw the smile begin to form on his face, but he caught it just in time, nodding as he replied, “Yes ma’am,” and tugging down the heavy black material of his shorts and tight boxer shorts beneath to reveal the long, hard flesh protruding from a neatly patch of dark blond curls.

Slowly, you learned forward and took his hand, turning it up to spit on his palm before nodding towards his cock. Jake’s breath was heavy as his hand closed around the thick length, and as he paused to await instruction you found yourself mesmerised.

“Pull on your cock.” You whispered. “Hard. Show me how you do it when I’m not around and you have to think about me, to wish I was there.”

His hand began to move, slowly at first, eyes drifting closed and lips parting in a sigh.

“Does that feel good?” You asked, and when he only nodded you continued sharply. “I said does that feel good lieutenant?”

His eyes flew open and you met them steadily. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. Now I want you to go faster, as fast as you can, while you tell me what you think about when you do this? When I’m not around.”

Jake swallowed audibly, the noise quiet compared to the blare of the television downstairs. “I, I think about your tits.” You nodded, encouraging him on. “About burying my face in them, about-,” he grunted softly. “Sliding my cock between them. Having you push them together tightly around me while I fuck in and out until I coat them in my cum.” His breath caught and you saw his hand stutter, but only nodded, your face expressionless despite the fire that had taken over your core.

“Oh lieutenant,” you tutted, leaning forward to place your hand over his until his grip had tightened further. You nodded encouragingly, “Such a needy boy for me, aren’t you? And what about when you’re at work. Do you touch yourself like this for me on base?”

Again he swallowed and nodded, silently at first until your raised eyebrow inspired a rapid “Yes ma’am” from him. Before moving your hand back, you swiped a finger over the tip of his cock and Brough the pearl of pre-cum you’d collected back to your mouth. As you licked it clean, you moved the other hand for him to continue.

His jaw slack, Jake shook his head in awe and began to move faster as his voice stuttered. “I think about you all the time on base. Think about sneaking you into my room. Putting you in - a flight suit and sneaking you into my room. Then having you take it off slowly until all you’re wearing is lingerie. Having you in front of me there in just those black lacy panties and bra. Then I’d - bend you over in front of the mirror, pulling your hair back while I fucked you hard, talking dirty in your ear until you wanted to scream, then putting a hand over your mouth so-.” Jake’s eyes fluttered closed and he hissed as his hand stuttered.

“Did I tell you to stop lieutenant?”

He shook his head and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Need to stop, gonna cum.”

You nodded. “I see. Pull your underwear up.”

He followed your instruction through narrowed eyes, his skilled hands pulling the boxer shorts back up over an erection that was visibly throbbing. Once the shorts were fully back in place, you shifted onto your knees on the bed and crawled towards him, reaching out a hand to grip his hard cock through the fabric.

“You’re so desperate for me aren’t you Seresin? So desperate that you can’t even get through a week at work without thinking about fucking me?” As your movements quickened, you heard him whimper softly. “Listen to you talk, as though you’re in charge, as though I’d do anything you ask me to. As though I’d be the one who needs to be kept quiet when your cock is inside me.” You laughed and cupped his balls with your other hand, giving them a gentle squeeze that made him shudder. “As though it’s not the other way around. Who’s really in charge here Jake?”

Jake’s eyes were heavy-lidded and his breath was coming in loud, heavy pants as he croaked an answer. “You. You are ma’am.”

Continuing to pump him, you moved your other hand up to cover his mouth, gently at first. “That’s right. Which means you do what I tell you, right?”

He nodded, letting out a soft whine that only made you tighten your grip over him.

“And I want you to cum. Cum for me lieutenant, right now.”

His hips rutted against you, and all it took was three more tugs, firm and heavy, until he was twitching in your palm, soaking the material beneath one palm while the other muffled a loud groan. You continued to tug on him through the orgasm, feeling stream after stream of thick, hot cum spill into his underpants as you did.

It took what seemed like minutes before he stilled, his breathing beginning to settle and his eyes fluttering open.

“Oh Jake,” you murmured, your voice saccharine as you removed your hands and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “You came in your shorts.”

He looked down, those green eyes dancing on top of flushed cheeks. “I wonder how that happened? Guess I should go clean up before the guys start to ask where I am huh?” Jake leaned forward to kiss you but you moved out of his reach.

“No no, there’ll be no cleaning up Jake.” He raised an eyebrow as you continued. “After all, you were the one who wanted to bring the guys over and watch the game, I wouldn’t want you to miss another minute.”

“But babe I’ll be uncomfortable and -.”

You laughed gently, “You mean the great Hangman will be uncomfortable being reminded that he doesn’t call the shots? That he’s really just a desperate, needy slut that came all over himself because he was told?”

Jake pursed his lips and began to shake his head slowly, but the fire in his eyes was all lust as he adjusted himself and nodded sharply. “No ma’am.”

You planted a kiss on his lips and shared a grin with him as he headed back downstairs.

The TV didn’t get any quieter once he’d gone, but you’d given up on caring. The unfulfilled heat between your legs had sent the movie far, far from your mind and instead had you drawing slow circles on your clit through increasingly dampening panties as you tried to decide whether you could wait until the end of the game for the mind-blowing orgasm you knew you could expect from Jake, or whether you needed the temporary fix of your vibrator until the game was over. As the heat within you increased, you found yourself becoming more and more daring, visualising increasingly teasing ways to get what you wanted from Jake without having to wait all night. Eventually, a plan firmly in place in your mind, you changed and got to work.

I’ve been thinking, maybe I should get in on this football game after all.

The message was followed by a photo; you wearing a Longhorns baseball cap together with the black lacy lingerie you knew was his favourite.

The reply was almost immediate.

You come downstairs like that and I promise game night will be over!

You grinned to yourself, impressed at how well you knew your man.

Jake! Of course I wouldn’t come down like that when your friends are there. I’d need some clothes on too.

Another photo - this time with one of his khaki uniform shirts worn over the lingerie, falling part way down to your knees.

Fuck. I’m on my way back up.

No need. I need another drink. Meet me in the kitchen in two.

You threw your phone on the bed and crept down the stairs, excitement and lust pulsing though your veins as you hoped to God none of the other guys would go to the bathroom while you were out in the open dressed like this. As you passed the living room, you heard Jake speak,

“I’m out of beer. I think we have more in the garage - I’ll go check.”

It was enough to make you hurry, running silently past the door so that you were waiting for him in the kitchen when he arrived, looking you up and down with a sinfully readable expression visible on his face.

“Baby you-,”

You held out a hand and removed the cap, placing it on his head as you shook your hair free and began to whisper. “Ah ah lieutenant, don’t get too carried away, Make no mistake that I’m only down here because you missed one very important job while you were upstairs before, and that means you have some serious making up to do, do you understand?”

He swallowed and watched wordlessly as you moved to close the kitchen door then began to unbutton the shirt, slowly.

“You see, it’s all well and good you telling me how desperate you are for me. All good you following my orders like the good little sub you are. But Jake, I expect you to make me come, do you understand?”

Jake nodded, and you swore there was a hint of drool on those perfect pink lips.

“Use your words lieutenant, you’re never going to be an ace if you don’t respect the people in charge.”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered, hands twitching at his sides as he fought the urge to touch you.

You nodded. “So here’s how this is gonna go. After you left me hanging up there - guess we know how you got your callsign after all - I had to do all the hard work myself, so I’ve already gotten myself nice and wet.” You slid a finger inside the lace of your panties and brought it back to your mouth, swirling your tongue around the wetness before sliding it inside your mouth and then letting it go with a soft pop. “But what I really need is to be fucked.” You slid your panties down your legs slowly, and watched his erection grow again as you stepped out of them completely and pulled him closer to you by the orange fabric of his shirt. “I thought about using a vibrator but why would I? When I have a perfect fuck toy down here just waiting to be used?” Your lips were less than an inch from his as you exhaled the next words, your pussy-scented breath heading straight into his mouth. “So your job is to fuck me. To make me come on your cock, do you understand?”

He nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

Your hand moved to grip his sharp jaw. “Good boy,” and you pulled him into a deep kiss.

Jake’s nails gripped your bare hips tight enough to bruise as he kissed you back with a ferocity that almost sent you over the edge in itself, moaning softly into your mouth as your tongue and teeth made quick work of reminding him who was boss. When you were done you pulled back, staring him straight in the eye as you hissed the next order. “Now fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, and when you turned around to lean forward against the table, his hands immediately found your hips again, lining himself up at your entrance and thrusting his sticky cock balls-deep between your lips.

You heard his breath catch in unison with yours, and the low voice that chided him was much more shaky than you had expected. “No noise lieutenant, your buddies are in the next room remember?”

When his eyes met yours in the kitchen window, you saw absolute an arrogant determination reflected back that only served to make your walls flutter.

“Tell me again, what was it you wanted to do to me on base?” You asked.

Again, Jake didn’t need further instruction, the hand that wasn’t digging into your hip coming up to pull a ponytail into your hair and tug hard enough to arch you backwards as he pulled you further onto his cock. You let out a quiet sob and began to pant faster and faster as he moved, his rock-hard length plunging again and again into the most sensitive parts of you as they drove your pleasure higher and higher.

“To bend you over and fuck you, with everyone else right through the wall. Pulling your hair. Covering your mouth if you made a noise as you came all over my cock.” He paused and ground against you, the change of motion enough to make you breathe out a moan. “Fill you full of my cum and then sneak you back out with it still dripping down your legs.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your breath a continuous rhythm of sobs as you brought a hand to your clit, desperately trying to relieve the deliciously painful pleasure that was fast approaching breaking point.

“You feel that babe?” Jake hissed in your ear in a low, arrogant Texan drawl that his buddies next door would recognise as the absolute epitome of Hangman. “Feel how much I’m turning you on? How, even when you’re the boss, I can still turn you into a quivering wreck? Why do you think that is huh babe? Because I’m the best there is.”

He punctuated the last three words with hard snaps of his hips, bringing you right to the brink of your orgasm; so close that he was right - you physically quivered as you writhed your way off his cock and turned to face him, snatching the hat off his head. But it didn’t matter; there was only one person going to be in charge tonight.

“On your knees Seresin, put that mouth to use.”

If Jake was pissed at the change of plan, he didn’t show it, face splitting into a wide grin as he dropped to his knees and grasped your butt with one hand, pulling you closer and closer to him until his nose rubbed mercilessly at your clit while he feasted on your soaked slit as though it was his last meal. When he slid two fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt, curving them into just the right angle, it was just too much. You shoved a fist into your mouth, biting hard on the flesh to prevent yourself screaming as you exploded around him, spilling out onto his hand and face.

As you stood there panting, Jake only grinned up at you.

“Clean yourself up this time lieutenant,” You told him quietly, trying to control the tremble in your voice as you recovered yourself enough to button the shirt again and collect your panties from the floor.

On command, Jake licked his fingers clean and ran the back of a hand across his face to catch the remaining wetness.

“I’m going to go in there smelling of pussy.” He murmured as he climbed to his feet.

“Good, it’ll let them know who’s in charge.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And I’m going to go back in with a raging hard on.”

You shrugged and balled your panties up into your breast pocket. “Then I guess you’d better hurry up and send your buddies home once the game has finished so we can take care of that for you.” You stepped forward to kiss him, the tangy taste of yourself on his lips as you rubbed a hand softly over his crotch. “Now go back in there and tell the guys I’m sorry I’m not up to seeing them.” You put a hand on the door before turning back to him. “And Jake, don’t forget their beer or they’ll wonder what we’ve been doing.”

And like that you were back out of the room, tiptoeing quietly across the carpet and back up the stairs wondering if maybe a guys' night was exactly what you'd needed after all?

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Always A Bridesmaid | Jake Seresin x Reader

18+ only, minors DNI!

Jake Seresin x female Bradshaw!reader

Synopsis: Bradley tells all the guys at his wedding that his little sister is off limits… But when has Jake ever listened to Rooster?

WC: 10.5k (she’s a long one folks)

Warnings: a teeny bit of angst, mentions of alcohol, drinking, smut, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected pinv, slight overstimulation, age gap (not really specified but reader is around 23-24 yrs old, jake is in his early 30s), jake being too damn charming for his own good, rooster being a very overprotective big brother, jake being a menace, and natasha being the best sister-in-law, for the sake of this story we’re gonna pretend that Goose died a few years later than what is canon to explain how Bradley has a sister that’s 10+ years younger than him lol

a/n: it’s been like two months since I initially started writing this, so I’m so happy to finally get it out! (:

⋆ . ˚ ✩ comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! ⋆ . ˚ ✩

Today was a big day, and you wish you could say you were more excited about it. It’s not every day that your big brother gets married to the love of his life. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and Natasha “Phoenix” Trace had finally said “I do” and you were ecstatic for your favorite female pilot to officially become a part of the family.

But you were also recently single, having been broken up with by the boyfriend you’d been with throughout most of college and the following two years since you’d graduated.

Things hadn’t ended on bad terms, the two of you just weren’t in love anymore. What worked in college just wasn’t working anymore, and you’d spent the last few months of your relationship denying to yourself the fact that you were unhappy.

You’re pretty sure now that the both of you had known for a while you weren’t right for each other, but you had been scared to end it–terrified at the notion of starting over. But, the relationship had run its course and, ultimately, he was the one to end things.

That was three weeks ago. You’d come to terms with the break-up, knowing it was what’s best for you. But that didn’t mean it still didn't hurt. It didn’t mean you weren’t sad, or that you were ready to be subjected to all the happiness and celebration that goes into a wedding.

You’re granted a brief reprieve from your melancholy thoughts when your new sister-in-law sneaks up and taps you on the shoulder. “Hey… You don’t look like you’re having much fun. Are you okay?”

Natasha asks the question with a sheepish grin. You can tell she’s trying to seem nonchalant, but you can hear the underlying concern in her voice.

Bradley and Natasha had been together five years now, engaged for one, and you could clearly see from the way that he smiled at her and the permanent glimmer in his eyes, that your brother was truly happy. He and Phoenix had become fast friends during their time together at Top Gun, and it eventually evolved into something more.

When Bradley brought Natasha home to meet you at Thanksgiving during your sophomore year of college, you knew even then that she would be the girl he was one day going to marry. Best friends turned lovers. You could only dream you’d find that for yourself someday.

You and Natasha had quickly become close as well. Bradley and Uncle Mav were the only family you had and it was nice to have another person–especially a badass woman like Natasha, in your corner.

The two of you got on like a house on fire, and Natasha was always there to give her love and support. She was like the big sister you never had, and it wasn’t long before the two of you were ganging up on your brother and teasing him together.

As Natasha’s maid of honor, you’d spent the morning with her and the other bridesmaids, helping the blushing bride get ready for her big day. In a fancy suite getting all dolled up while drinking mimosas, having your hair and makeup done before changing into matching bridesmaid dresses of a silky satin—cowl neckline and spaghetti straps, in a soft lavender shade. Helping Natasha into her beautiful, intricately lacy, white wedding gown.

The wedding ceremony was absolutely beautiful and had gone off without a hitch. Bradley had tears in his eyes as Natasha walked down the aisle to the Wedding March, matching smiles on their faces as they joined hands at the altar.

You even shed a tear yourself as the couple exchanged their vows, and before you knew it, Bradley was pulling Natasha in for a loving kiss and they were declared husband and wife.

Then, onto the reception, you’d watched with a slightly sad smile as Bradley and Natasha shared their first dance as husband and wife. You were so happy for the two of them, truly, but it was hard to get into the headspace for celebrating. Seeing two of your favorite people so in love when you’d just been dumped. When your own love life was at a standstill and you were left feeling lost and lonely.

You’d been too preoccupied in your thoughts to notice the first dance had come to an end before Nat came to talk to you. You felt guilty at the fact that she was spending her time worrying about you when she should be enjoying her big day. You’re lucky to call Natasha your sister.

So, you force your most convincing smile onto your face and nod your head, telling her that you’re just fine.

“Just tired from the long day, but I’m having a great time. I’m good, I promise!” You weren’t sure if she believed you, but luckily Natasha was pulled away by one of her aunts gushing over how beautiful she looked and offering her congratulations, before she could protest.

It’s especially hard to enjoy a wedding reception when you’re sat at a table alone, watching as everyone else is having a good time, dancing along to the music being played by the DJ.

Once the first dance was through, the rest of the guests were welcomed to join the happy couple on the dancefloor. You knew your brother had plenty of cute pilot friends, and you also knew–thanks to Natasha–that some of them were single. So, you were hoping that one of them might ask you to dance.

You may have also been hopeful for the possibility of getting laid tonight. You were newly single but even then, it’d been months since you and your ex last had sex. You were sad and lonely and thought, what better way to get back out there and help yourself feel better than hooking up with one of said cute pilots?

Your plan, however, seemed futile because none of the guys would even talk to you. In fact, since Bradley had introduced you to them after the ceremony earlier in the day, his fellow pilots could hardly look you in the eye.

“Guys, this is my little sister.” With an arm wrapped around your shoulders, your brother had rattled off each of the naval aviators’ names and callsigns, and told his friends your name. They were all nice enough, each politely shaking your hand and making small talk, a few of them making jokes at your big brother’s expense.

But you could sense there was an awkwardness there, almost as if the members of the Dagger squad were afraid of you. You couldn’t understand why, but you could tell they were hesitant to keep the conversation going with you.

Initially, you brushed it off. However, as the day went on, whenever you’d find yourself alone in conversation with one of the Top Gun pilots, they each kept the interactions very short and sweet, acting as though they couldn’t get away from you fast enough. Leaving you feeling unsure of yourself and wondering what you could have possibly done to have them all so blatantly avoiding you.

So, after sharing a dance with your dear Uncle Mav and relinquishing him back into the awaiting arms of Penny, you spend the next half hour moping at the table on your own. Absent-mindedly swirling the straw around in your drink, chin resting in your other hand as you watch the festivities going on around you.

And that’s how Jake finds you.

You were adorable. With your sparkling eyes and your hair pinned up into some intricate up-do that Jake wanted to see undone, a few pieces flowing down and framing your face. The hint of cleavage Jake could see beneath the cowl neckline of that lavender dress that hugged your curves so well as you leaned forward against the table, a slight pout on your lips as you observed everyone having fun on the dancefloor.

Jake could tell that you weren’t having a good time and he knew exactly why.

Little did you know that earlier that morning while Bradley and his groomsmen were getting ready in a suite separate from the girls, your brother had had a “talk” with all the guys.

Debriefing about last night’s rehearsal dinner, Hangman, Coyote, and Fanboy–all of the single groomsmen–had been discussing a few of Natasha’s bridesmaids that they thought were cute. Especially the maid of honor.

Rooster’s ears had been ringing when he heard them describe you to a T, and Jake could practically see smoke coming out of them as he turned toward his friends, always the overprotective big brother ready to shut them down.

“The maid of honor,” all of the groomsmen turned to look at the mustached groom as he began to speak.

“Is my little sister. And she’s off limits.” At his words and the stern, serious tone of Bradley’s voice, Jake and the others collectively shut up, matching caught-out and shocked expressions on each of their faces.

“I mean it, guys, I don’t wanna see any of you hitting on her. I love you all like my brothers, but I’m not afraid to kick someone’s ass if I see you trying it on with my sister.”

The guys all knew that Rooster wasn’t bluffing. With rushed apologies and confirmations that they’d leave you alone, the tension left the room as they all laughed it off and went about their business getting ready for the ceremony.

With Bradley’s warning in mind, the Dagger squad had spent the rest of the day being nice—but not too nice—whenever they spoke to you, and tried to keep their interactions with you to a minimum, so as not to face your older brother’s wrath.

They all knew that Bradley could be a bit hotheaded. Even Bob, who is very happily married, found himself a little afraid to spend too much time conversing with you.

Jake was ready to follow the rules too, it was Bradshaw’s wedding after all. He could hold off on pissing off his best frenemy for one night. At least that was the case, until the reception.

When he saw you sitting all alone, all gorgeous and sulking, Jake knew right then that he had to go talk to you. He knew he was the only one stupid enough—or brave enough, if you ask him—to go against your brother’s wishes, and who was Jake if he wasn’t stirring the pot?

Was it so wrong for him to help a pretty lady have a good time? And you were beautiful, strikingly so, so Jake wouldn’t mind if he got a little something out of it too.

Jake isn’t scared of your brother. Besides, Rooster is far too busy dancing with Phoenix, the newlywed couple far too preoccupied with making heart-eyes at each other to notice him making his way over to you.

Your eyes widen with intrigue as the tall, blonde pilot—Jake, or Hangman as he’d been introduced to you—sidles over to where you’re seated.

God, was he handsome. You sit up a little straighter as he plonks himself down in the chair next to you, a devilish smirk on his lips as he turns toward you.

“What is a pretty little thing like you doing sitting here all on her lonesome?” He inquires, a slight Southern drawl to his voice. Texan, maybe?

“Um… drinking?” Your answer is short, but you’re a bit caught off guard and still annoyed by the fact that all of your attempts at socializing tonight with anyone outside of the few members of your family and Phoenix, had failed.

But now, here was Hangman, going out of his way to talk to you and looking you straight in your eyes. His green gaze intense and leaving you a bit flustered.

Jake glances down to where you’re still toying with the straw in your near-empty glass. With that playful smirk still present on his face, he goes to speak again.

“Well, darlin’, I cannot in good conscience let you drink alone. What are you drinking and how ‘bout I buy you another one?” His question makes you scoff.

“Tequila Sunrise, and it’s an open bar, so… no, you can’t buy me a drink.” You roll your eyes at the almost too handsome pilot.

Oh. Pretty and feisty. Jake was going to have a hard time staying away from you.

“Well then, how about I acquire you another one, and because I’m such a nice guy, I’ll even join you?” Jake winks at you and stands, striding towards the bar before you could even answer his question.

Your brother and Natasha had mentioned Hangman to you a handful times over the years, and he was just as cocky and self-assured as they always said. But, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you don’t find it kind of charming, or that you aren’t extremely attracted to him.

Jake returns a couple minutes later, a Tequila Sunrise in one hand and a glass of what looked to be whiskey in the other. He places your drink down in front of you and slides back into the chair next to yours, albeit a few inches closer this time.

“You know, you look pretty miserable over here. Though, I guess I would be too if I had to grow up with Rooster as my brother.” That draws a genuine laugh out of you.

“There she is!” His exclamation makes you giggle, a slight blush taking over your cheeks. Jake loves the sight of your smile. The sound of your laugh. He decides that he wants to hear that sound over and over again.

“He’s not so bad.” You refute through your laughter.

“I just don’t really know many people here, and I kind of get the feeling my brother and Nat’s friends don’t like me very much. I’m not sure why…” You trail off and look down at your lap, shy all of a sudden. Jake has to fight very hard to not smile at how adorable your furrowed brows and pouted lips are.

“You’re the first person here to actually talk to me for more than two seconds.” You let out a nervous laugh and start sipping your new drink.

Jake feels bad that your dumbass brother’s plan to keep the guys away from you is the reason you’re feeling so down, without you even knowing. And no matter how cute you may look, Jake doesn’t like seeing you sad. He’s going to rectify that.

“Well darlin’, now that I’m here, you don’t need to talk to anyone else.” Jake’s smile is still smug, but sincere, and you can’t help but grin back at him. You shake your head and giggle at the cocky pilot, thinking to yourself that it wouldn’t be so bad if he were the only person you had to talk to for the rest of the night.

“Now, how about we finish these drinks and then we head out onto the dancefloor?” To that, you agree, and the two of you sit sipping your drinks and talking for a little while. Getting better acquainted. Jake is fun and very charming, and you love how easily he’s able to make you laugh.

When Jake notices that you’re just about done with your tequila sunrise, he quickly shoots back the rest of his whiskey, ready to get you onto the dancefloor. He stands and you accept the hand he’s extended toward you, his large hand engulfing your smaller one and letting him lead you into the crowd of people.

Standing in front of him now, you only just notice how good Jake looks in his suit. It’s a simple black suit, white undershirt and black tie, like all the groomsmen wore. But the way it fits his body, the way the jacket sleeves are ever-so-slightly too tight around his big arms, and the way you could tell he was extremely toned even under layers of clothing, made you dizzy.

As you make it onto the floor, Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Everywhere’ begins to play through the speakers. Jake pulls you in close to him by your joined hands and spins you around under his arm. The two of you laugh, both a little tipsy.

You spend the duration of the song dancing together like children without a care in the world. Not much rhythm to it or any real dance moves, mostly just jumping around and singing along to the lyrics, Jake twirling you around a good number of times. You’re sure that the two of you look like idiots, but it’s the most fun you’ve had all night.

You dance together to a couple more upbeat songs, and Jake can’t help but admire you. He finds it incredibly sexy how carefree you seem in this moment.

As another classic rock song comes to an end and a slower song takes its place, Jake pulls you in again. This time by the waist, until you’re nearly chest-to-chest. The warmth of his hands setting your skin alight through the thin, satiny fabric of your bridesmaid’s dress.

Your own hands slide up his biceps, coming to rest on his broad shoulders. You look up at him with those bright, beautiful eyes and a shy smile, and Jake finds himself entranced.

God, he wants to kiss you.

You rest your head on his chest as he begins to sway you softly along to the music. As if Jake can feel eyes burning into the side of his face, he turns the two of you slightly, only to find Rooster glaring at him as he stands across the dancefloor, slow dancing with Phoenix.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Bradley quietly asks, mostly to himself, but the question catches his wife’s attention.

“What is who doing?” Natasha queries with a laugh as she turns to look at where Bradley’s hard gaze is pointed.

“Aw, maybe Bagman does have a heart.” Her lips form into an exaggerated pout as she watches Jake and you sway from side to side as he holds you in his arms, your head leaning on his chest. Bradley looks down at her with a bewildered look on his face.

“No, that is most definitely not AW, and no he doesn’t!” He grouches with a sigh. Natasha gives him a questioning glance, waiting expectantly for whatever the hell it is she’s missing right now.

“I told those idiots to stay away from her.” Bradley mutters dejectedly.

“What are you talking about, told who to stay away from who?” Natasha narrows her eyes at her husband.

“Jake and the rest of the squad. I overheard them talking about how hot they thought my sister was, and I told them to leave her alone.” Bradley whines.

Natasha stays silent for a few moments, processing this information and looking up at her husband with a stunned expression.

“Oh, honey…” She can’t help but laugh. Now she understands why you’d spent much of the evening sulking.

“What?!” Bradley practically shrieks. “She’s my baby sister, I just wanna protect her!”

At that, Natasha cracks a smile. She’s always admired how much Rooster loves his little sister and how, with your parents gone, he always felt it was his responsibility to take care of you.

“Bradley, I love you, but you really are an idiot sometimes.” Natasha grins, shaking her head at her husband. The look he gives her is dumbfounded and one of slight offense.

“Babe, I get that you want to protect your sister, but she’s not a kid anymore. She’s an adult and you have to let her make her own choices and her own mistakes. Even if one of those mistakes is Bagman.” Natasha scrunches her nose playfully and Bradley gives her a deadpan look.

“You know she’d be pissed if she found out that you did that.” Natasha smirks, thinking back on a few of the silly sibling spats that she’s had to mediate over the last few years since she’s been with Bradley—most of them due entirely to his overprotective tendencies and your desire to escape them.

“Come on, Roo, you know I’m right.” Bradley rolls his eyes dramatically and sighs, wrapping his arms around his bride.

“Yeah, you always are. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He places a kiss on her forehead, and murmurs against her skin. “But if he hurts her, I’ll kill him.”

Bradley glares in Jake’s direction once again.

Jake can also feel the eyes of the other Top Gun pilots on the two of you. They’ve all just witnessed the interaction and look between him and Rooster, some looking on in amusement, others in fear for Jake's safety.

Jake has to bite back a laugh, leaning his head down on top of yours to hide the cheeky smile that plays on his lips. The two of you slow dance a little while longer, Jake’s hands rubbing gently up and down your sides and sending your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies.

Jake decides he’d like a moment alone with you, away from prying eyes. His hands leave your torso, moving to rest on your arms, giving them a light squeeze to gain your attention. The hazy, content look on your pretty face when you look up at him only strengthens his desire to be alone with you. Fuck, he wants you.

“Come with me?” Jake leans down to whisper into your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. When he pulls back, you look up to see his emerald eyes boring into you, and you simply nod.

You aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but if he keeps looking at you like that, you’re pretty certain you’d follow him anywhere. He grabs your hand and spares a last glance at your still glaring brother, smirking as he leads you to the exit of the ballroom.

Before you can make it past the threshold though, Jake comes to an abrupt stop and lets go of your hand.

“One second.” He quickly breathes out, leaving you standing by the door as he darts back over the bar.

You’re confused for a moment, but you can’t help but giggle to yourself as you watch him look around to make sure no one is watching before he reaches behind the bar, grabbing an unopened bottle of champagne.

He sprints back over to you, once again taking your hand in his free one and speeding out into the hallway, pulling you along with him. You’re unable to keep from laughing, near breathless as you try to keep up with Jake’s long strides in your high heels.

When he finds a dark, empty room towards the back of the venue hall, Jake pulls you inside with him and closes the door. Before you know it, your back is pressed against it, hitting the hard wood with a thud as Jake crashes his lips against yours, kissing you breathless.

Catching your plush bottom lip between both of his, one of his hands finds your waist in the dark, the other still holding onto the neck of the champagne bottle. You kiss him back with just as much fervor, reaching a hand up into Jake’s blonde hair and tugging lightly, pulling a soft groan from him.

The two of you move in sync, lips pressing together at an increasing speed and intensity until your lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen. Jake pulls back for some air and both of your chests are heaving, light pants escaping your lips as you stare at each other in the dark of the room.

When you look down and catch a glimpse of the bottle still in Jake’s grasp, you let out a breathless chuckle.

“You forgot the glasses.”

He follows your gaze and laughs along with you, though it comes out as more of a pant.

“Shit, yeah. Maybe we can find some in here, if I can just find a light…” Jake trails off, his body leaving your personal space and pulling the warmth of him along with it. You’re left standing by the door, feeling cold and already missing his presence and his weight against you as he goes off in search of the lights.

It’s a quick search, after about only 30 seconds, Jake finds a lamp on a table in the corner of the room. He switches it on, casting the room in a soft, dim golden light.

No longer bathed in darkness, you now see that the room you ended up in is another suite like the ones the bridal party had used to get ready that morning. A couple of fancy olive green velvet couches spread throughout the space, a few vanity mirrors along the far wall, a door leading to a bathroom at the back.

You take a seat on one of the lavish couches and remove your heels, feet aching a bit after the long day. You pull your legs up onto the couch as Jake goes on the hunt for champagne glasses. After a brief and unsuccessful search, Jake joins you on the couch.

“No luck.” His playful pout makes you giggle as he plops down onto the cushion next to you.

“Fuck it!” Jake exclaims as he turns the champagne bottle away from you to open it, a small gasp escaping your lips as he sends the cork flying somewhere across the room.

He hands the bottle over to you with a grin.

“Ladies first.” And there’s that wink again. As you take a swig from the bottle, Jake pulls your feet up into his lap, and you nearly choke on the fizzy liquid in surprise when his fingers begin to massage your calves. Once the initial shock wears off, you can’t stop the contented sigh that escapes your lips at the feeling.

When you’ve taken a few sips, you hand the bottle back over to Jake, fingers brushing as he takes it from your grasp. His eyes remain on your face as he takes a big swig of the champagne and you can feel a blush beginning to heat up your face.

Setting the bottle down on the floor, Jake tugs your legs closer to him again, this time pulling until you’re nearly sitting in his lap and drawing a little yelp from you. Your face is inches away from his and in the dim lamplight you can see that his eyes are blown wide, mostly black with only a hint of that pretty green visible.

Jake reaches a hand toward the back of your neck, gently running his fingers between your shoulder blades and down your upper back, bare due to the low backing of your dress. Grazing your skin with a featherlight touch before curling his fingers around the nape of your neck and pulling you in to kiss him again.

The taste of champagne is prevalent as Jake attaches his lips to yours. His other hand moves to your waist to help guide you fully onto his lap. Your own hands slide along his chest over the soft fabric of his suit jacket and up to his broad shoulders, fingers gripping lightly at the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Your lips move softly against his, finding a rhythm and allowing yourself to get lost in it.

Jake’s hands squeeze at your waist, thumbs just barely grazing the underside of your breasts through your dress as he deepens the kiss. Pulling you impossibly closer as he nips at your bottom lip, eliciting a quiet whine from you. His tongue tracks along the seam of your lips and you’re quick to part them for him, allowing his tongue to work softly against yours.

You and Jake relish in the taste of one another mixed with the sweetness of the bubbly alcohol, your movements becoming more fervent. Your head grows dizzy as Jake groans into your mouth when your fingers gently tug at the hair at his nape.

Jake feels his cock twitch in his pants when he pulls away and sees your hazy expression, all hooded lids and kiss-swollen lips. He presses a trail of sweet kisses to your jaw and chin, working his way down to your neck. His nose grazes the column of your throat, inhaling the sweet, flowery scent of your perfume.

Your head tilts back on a quiet moan, granting Jake more access as his mouth begins to work at the side of your neck. Sucking and biting at the soft skin, teeth sure enough to leave a mark. With your hands still in his hair, you pull Jake back up to your lips, kissing him ardently as your hips involuntarily rut against the growing bulge in his trousers.

You both moan at the friction as Jake’s hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers tangling in your intricately styled hair. As his tongue glides against yours, you feel him begin to pull at the pins, loosening your hair from its confines until it flows freely around your shoulders. He pulls back from the kiss to look at you with a look that screams pure lust.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” Jake breathes as he runs a hand through your silky locks. Since he first laid eyes on you, he’d wondered how you’d look with your hair all messy and free, your perfect little up-do unraveled. And fuck, does he like what he sees.

With a newfound sense of need, you reattach your lips to Jake’s, sliding your tongue into his mouth as your hands begin to push the suit jacket off of his shoulders. He shrugs it the rest of the way off, letting out a whispered ‘fuck’ as your lips trail down his sharp jawline to his neck as your nimble fingers begin to work on untying his tie, and straight to unbuttoning his dress shirt after that.

When his upper half is free of clothes, you tease soft, barely-there kisses along Jake’s shoulders and the hard plains of his chest. Eager to touch more of your skin, Jake’s hands make their way down to your thighs, changing positions to pull you underneath him on the velvet couch, your legs wrapped around his hips. He sits up and runs an index finger lightly under the thin strap of your dress.

“Can I?” You nod fervently in response to his question and Jake gently pushes the straps off of your shoulders.

You sit up and Jake pecks your lips, his hands moving behind you to unzip the top of your dress. The soft satin falls down around your torso, revealing a strapless lacy bra that matches the pastel purple of your dress. His hands reach again behind your back, making quick work of unclasping your bra to reveal your perfect, supple breasts.

Jake takes a moment to admire the beautiful picture that’s in front of him before he leans down to kiss at your chest. His lips work softly at the swell of your breast, thumb and index finger coming to pinch at one nipple while his mouth engulfs the other. The moan it pulls from you is music to Jake’s ears.

Your fingers tangle in his hair once again as his tongue swirls your nipple, quiet whimpers escaping you as he kisses and suckles at the skin. His mouth travels to your other breast, leaving a trail of kisses along the way before sucking the bud between his lips, tongue working softly at it until it forms a hardened peak.

Satisfied with his work, Jake grazes his teeth against your nipple, evoking a breathy gasp from you and a tug on his hair as he nips at the sensitive bud before releasing it. You feel a gush of arousal at your core as his mouth starts to trail lower down your torso. Kissing softly at your sternum, your ribcage, and just above your navel.

Goosebumps form along your skin as Jake lowers himself down on the couch, strong hands gliding up the sides of your thighs. Pushing the silky fabric of your dress along with them until it’s bunched up at the middle of your torso, revealing pretty, sheer lace panties that you’re sure are probably soaked through.

Jake presses a kiss to your hip bone, looking up at you with wild eyes awaiting your permission. You swallow hard, nodding your head frantically. You need him to touch you before you go insane.

“Please, Jake,” You hardly recognize the breathless, whiny voice that comes out of your mouth. “Need you.”

Jake runs a finger along your slit over the damp fabric of your panties, your desperate, breathy cries painting a smirk on his lips. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He teasingly bumps his finger into your clit just to hear you whine before his fingers grip onto your waistband, pulling the lacy fabric torturously slow down your thighs. He sits back on his knees, pressing a kiss to your knee as he helps get your underwear the rest of the way down your legs.

When they fall to the floor, Jake repositions himself on the couch between your thighs, lifting one of them over his shoulder. His lips make a trail up the inside of your thigh, kissing and nipping at the soft skin and enjoying the way your breath catches as he inches closer to where you need him most, before ultimately moving back and starting again on the other thigh. Your fingers tug at his roots, chest breathless and heaving as you wait for Jake to just do something.

You moan out loudly in surprise as your wish is granted, Jake’s tongue licking a broad stripe through your folds. Your fingers tighten in his hair when he presses a kiss to your clit. He pulls back for a moment and just stares at your cunt, pretty and glistening just for him.

You’d be embarrassed at the attention if it weren’t for the look of complete awe on his gorgeous face as he gazes at your core. His tongue glides through your folds again, collecting your arousal.

“Mm, so fuckin’ sweet, baby. Just like you.” And with that, Jake sucks your clit between his lips, drawing a loud cry from your lips as he applies a firm pressure. He alternates between suckling the sensitive bud and dipping his tongue into your hole, tasting the wetness that continues to flow at his ministrations.

As his lips wrap around your clit once more, you feel one of Jake’s fingers begin to tease at your entrance. Gathering the wetness there before the digit enters you, he lets out a low groan as you clench around it. He works his finger in and out, adding in a second to help stretch you out and get you ready for his cock.

Jake can hear your soft whimpers and heavy breathing, he can feel the way your walls clench around his fingers even tighter as he prods at that spongy spot inside of you and he knows that you’re close.

“Gonna come for me, Sweets? You gonna come all over my tongue?” Jake implores with a teasing smirk before he dives back in, tongue replacing his fingers and licking into you.

“Fuck, please, Ja- OHH!” Your plea is cut short as his fingers pinch at your clit once more. Rubbing tight circles in time with his tongue that’s fucking in and out your hole. Jake’s fingers quicken their pace, pressing firmly against your sensitive bud while he devours you, and you fall over the edge with a sharp cry that borders on being a scream.

“So fucking good for me.” Jake mutters against your center, his tongue lapping up your release while his fingers still gently swirl your clit and work you through your orgasm. He licks up every bit of your sweetness, rutting his hips against the velvety couch cushion to gain some friction on his still-clothed cock that strains under the fabric of his pants, as he watches you writhe under his tongue, hands tugging at his roots hard as your loud cries turn into soft whimpers.

Jake only lets up when your shaky hand tries to push his head away from your center, the pleasure becoming too much. Leaving one final kiss to your inner thigh, he pulls back, lips and chin glistening with your release.

You tug at Jake’s hair again, guiding his head back up to be level with yours. You pull him into a bruising kiss, moaning into his mouth as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands travel down to unbuckle Jake’s belt and open the button of his trousers, one hand dipping into the waistband to cup him over his boxers.

Jake grunts above you as you palm at his hard length, his own hands reaching down to help you remove his pants.

Only able to get them about halfway down his legs from his position hovering over you, Jake pulls back and stands from the couch. He pulls his dress pants and underwear down in one swift motion. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, his cock long and hard, the tip red and dripping with precum.

Before he can return to his previous position kneeling above you, you too stand up, pushing Jake back onto the couch in a seated position.

“Wha- where ya goin’, darling?” Jake questions you with a breathless chuckle, a bit surprised by the moment of dominance from you. As you drop to your knees in front of him though, he starts to get the hint.

“Just wanna return the favor.” You say it sweetly, giving him your best doe eyes. Jake’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, caressing the skin softly and letting out a desperate groan as you position yourself between his thick thighs.

You trail your nails along the skin of his thighs, leaving light pink marks in your wake as you tease your way to the apex of his thighs. When you finally wrap your hand around him, you feel Jake’s cock twitch in your grasp and look up at him with a sweet smile.

Minx. Jake swears he could cum right then and there.

Your hand rubs along the base of Jake’s cock and up to his tip, collecting the precum dribbling from his slit and dragging it down his length to aid in your movements. Your grip tightens around him just slightly, and you enjoy the desperate sound he makes as you lean down to place a kiss to his weeping tip.

Hand still cupping your cheek, Jake’s fingers move into your hair as you kitten lick at his tip before taking him into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the ridge of his head, sucking softly and moving further down onto his length. You take as much of him into your mouth as you can, eagerly sucking his shaft and using your hand to rub what you can’t fit.

Your fingers move to grip one of Jake’s strong thighs as you take him as far down your throat as you possibly can, blinking up at him with wide doe eyes. Your cheeks suction around his length and Jake chokes on a loud moan, his fingers tightening in your hair when his tip hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, fuck.” He gently pulls you off of him with a groan, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen pink lips to the head of his cock. Jake knew he was getting close and he didn’t want to finish before feeling your sweet cunt wrapped around him.

“Need to be inside you, darlin’.” Jake practically begs as he pulls you up to your feet. He finishes unzipping your dress that’s still hanging down around your middle the rest of the way, watching the fabric pool around your feet before guiding you to sit atop his thighs. Fully naked and secure in his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lead Jake into another fiery kiss.

“Need you, Jake.” You breathe against his lips, noses rubbing together as you nod your head against him.

You grind your hips down against his in an effort to convey your need. Jake’s hand reaches down to grip his cock, running it along your soaked folds and bumping your clit with his tip, teasing you both as you moan against each other’s lips.

“Shit… I don’t have a condom.” Jake realizes, voice sounding defeated as he looks down and watches the head of his cock tease at your clit once more.

“Fuck.” The word comes out of your mouth as a whine.

Fuck was right. All that hoping and planning to get lucky tonight, and you hadn’t had the forethought to bring protection? Whoops.

Lucky for you, you’d been on the pill for a couple of years now, having started taking it when you were with your ex. You place a gentle kiss to Jake’s cheek before pulling back to look in his eyes as you speak.

“I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone in a while, so… I’m good.” You chuckle sheepishly, brows furrowing slightly as you wait for Jake’s response.

Jake nods his head eagerly. “Fuck-yeah, I’m all good too! If you’re sure…” he wants to be sure that you’re comfortable.

He can’t help but grin as you nod your head just as eagerly, but that grin is quickly wiped off Jake’s face.

Your brother can never find out about this… Rooster would actually kill him. It’s bad enough that he’s sleeping with Bradley’s little sister on his wedding day, let alone without protection.

It’s an afterthought that Jake realizes he must’ve accidentally spoken aloud, as the giggles that erupt from you in response to the words spoken under his breath hit his ears.

“Yes.” You plant a kiss on his jaw. “I’m sure, Jake.” Another kiss. “Need you.” Your lips move to peck his hungrily.

His thoughts are immediately pulled away from Rooster and Jake couldn’t be happier. Not only does he get to be inside of you, but he gets to feel you wrapped around him with no barrier in between.

Your blatant need for him only inflates Jake’s ego, and makes him impossibly harder. His hand cups the side of your neck, pressing his lips firmly to yours one more time before leaning back to look at you with a smug smirk.

“Go ahead. Take it, baby.” Jake drawls as he leans back, arms stretched along the back of the couch, his words have you clenching around nothing.

At his request, you lift your hips slightly, taking Jake’s hard cock into your hand and lining it up with your entrance. He watches in awe as you sink down around his length slowly, the both of you hissing simultaneously. You at the stretch, and him the tightness of your walls enveloping him.

Your hands hold onto Jake’s shoulders for support as you take him, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside of you. You both let out quiet curses at the feeling. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so full, but your slickness makes for easy movement once you get used to the stretch.

You lift your hips until just the tip of his cock is still inside of you, before slowly sinking back down and grinding your hips against his.

“Fuck. Feel so good, darlin.” Jake groans as your muscles clench around him and you let out a quiet whimper in response.

You bury your face in the crook of Jake’s neck as you begin to ride him, moving up and down his length as your hips work to find a rhythm. Jake groans as you begin to pick up the pace, his hands moving to your hips to help guide your movements.

When you’ve found a good rhythm, Jake plants his feet firmly on the floor beneath him and begins to thrust up into you. Pulling your hips firmly against his with every thrust, hitting that spot inside of you that makes you cry out in ecstasy.

The soft whimpers you let out against the skin of his neck are driving Jake’s movements, the sweet, open-mouthed kisses littered against the column of his throat spurring him on. He grunts as your walls tighten around him in a vice-like grip on a particularly hard thrust.

Jake can tell you’re getting tired as your thighs begin to tremble over his, hips stuttering and losing their tempo as you rise and sink yourself down on his cock.

His hands wrap around your thighs, lifting you off of him and you whine in protest at the loss of the fullness of him. With you still hovering over his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, Jake easily flips the two of you over, gently placing you so that you’re lying back on the velvety couch. He hovers over you, knees digging into the cushions and he leans down to attach his lips to yours as he lines up with your entrance again.

You moan into the kiss as Jake bottoms out inside of you, your velvety walls welcoming him in with ease. Jake lifts one of your thighs around his hips, your leg going to wrap around his back automatically as he plows into you, the head of his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you again and it has you seeing stars.

The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, Jake’s soft grunts and your blissful cries mingling together. Skin slapping against skin as Jake drives into you, the sound of your growing wetness as his cock moves in and out at a rapid pace. Jake leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth as he fucks you, nipping lightly at the skin.

“Jake…fuck! Please…” You’re babbling almost incoherently, the fucked-out look on your face sending Jake into a frenzy.

“I’ve got you, honey. Want you to come for me.” He mumbles against the skin of your chest as he continues to fuck you, one hand gripping onto the top of the couch for support.

He can sense you’re getting close and he applies a firm thumb to your clit, the pressure willing another moan from deep within you. Your fingers lock onto the strands of his hair as his fingers begin to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Jake quickens the pace of his thrusts, and his hand moves to grab the leg that’s wrapped around his waist, instead pushing your knee up to your chest so he can plunge into you deeper. The new angle combined with the consistent pressure on your clit has you screaming out, and you pray that no one walks down the hall past this room right now because they’d definitely hear you.

The sensation of Jake’s thumb and forefinger harshly pinching your clit sends you over the edge, a loud, broken cry escaping your throat as he fucks you through it. His length continues to move in and out of you, hips never slowing their pace. The overstimulation leaves you a whimpering mess, nails clawing into Jake’s shoulder as he searches for his own high.

Jake is nearing his end too, the tightness of your walls constricting around his cock as you writhe and whimper underneath him makes his hips stutter as he slams into you. With a few more thrusts, he reaches his peak with a deep groan. His warm, sticky release coating your walls and you sigh blissfully at the feeling. Jake’s hips slow, not stopping fully until he’s spent, wanting to fill you up with every last drop of his cum.

Once he’s sure that you’ve milked him of every last bit, Jake pulls out of you gently and you whimper at the feeling. Missing the fullness of him already, a sigh escapes your lips as a mixture of his release and yours begins to dribble out between your thighs.

Jake moves to flip the two of you over so that you’re lying on top of him, your head resting upon his chest. You can feel his still-fast heartbeat against your ear, getting slower by the minute as he recovers from his high.

Your own heart is racing too and your mind is hazy as you wind down, you’re not sure that anyone has ever fucked you so good. Jake’s arms wrap around you, one hand reaching up into your hair and gently massaging your scalp as the other softly rubs at the skin of your back.

The two of you lay there for a while, cuddling and quietly talking about everything and nothing. Sharing details about yourselves, wanting to get to know each other a little better.

At some point, you pick up the bottle of champagne from the floor again, still resting on Jake’s chest as you pass it back and forth. Taking sips, both of you pleasantly buzzed—from both the alcohol and the orgasms—as you talk about your jobs, your families, anything and everything that comes to mind.

Eventually, the topic of discussion turns to the events of the day and the wedding, and Jake has you giggling as he makes some joke at your brother’s expense.

Spending time with Jake is easy. You feel giddy, yet comfortable in his embrace and his cocky-but-charming personality hasn’t failed yet to make you smile.

“Maybe we should get married.” The sarcastic tone of Jake’s voice lets you know he’s obviously joking, but his words still have you lifting your head from his bare chest to look up at him, a bit bemused.

“It would make my entire life to see the look on Rooster’s face when he has to tell people that I’m his brother-in-law.” Jake continues, looking down at you with that signature smirk, the mischievous mirth in his eyes eliciting a giggle from you.

Even though he doesn’t know you very well yet, Jake can’t help but think it might actually be pretty nice to be married to someone like you. Sweet, funny, beautiful–and Jake finds he really enjoys spending time with you.

“Yeah, I’d pay good money to see that.” You agree, your body being gently bounced around with the movement of Jake’s chest beneath you as he joins you in your laughter.

“Ok, so I know it’s a little soon for marriage, but I would like to take you out.” For the first time since you met him earlier that day, Jake actually seems a bit… nervous? The smile on his face is a bashful one and you find it’s adorable. From the stories your brother had told about the cocky pilot, you never would’ve thought you’d find him so endearing.

“Like… in the murdering sense?” You try to alleviate his nerves with a bit of humor and Jake’s subsequent deadpan stare has you giggling again. You lean up to press a kiss to his jaw. He pretends to be annoyed by your antics, but you can tell he’s trying not to smile.

“On a date.” He drawls with a dramatic eye roll. You suck in a breath and plaster a pensive look on your face, pretending for a moment like you actually need to think about his offer. You exhale with an exaggerated sigh.

“Ok.” Your arms tighten around Jake’s torso and you press a kiss to his chest.

“Yeah?” Jake tries to keep his cool, but he has a hard time hiding the excitement in his voice. He knows you can probably feel the way his heart has sped up beneath your cheek that’s resting against his skin too.

“Yes. I’d love to go out with you.” You lift your head to gaze up at him once more, trying to bite back your grin. But Jake’s thumb reaches up to release your bottom lip from between your teeth, gently running over the tender skin as he gazes down at you with those glittering green eyes. Yeah, you could get used to that.

The two of you stay wrapped up together on the sofa a little while longer, still talking quietly so as to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere of the ambiently-lit suite. You’re still lying on Jake’s chest, your legs intertwined with his, lulled into a hazy state of comfort as one of his hands lightly runs through your hair, lazily twirling the locks around his finger. His other hand is softly tracing patterns onto the bare skin of your back.

You and Jake have been gone a long while now, and you know if you don’t return to the party soon, Bradley is going to come looking for you. Deciding you’d rather not have your brother find you in such a compromising position with one of his friends, you begrudgingly lift your head from Jake’s chest.

“We should probably head back out there.” You say with little enthusiasm. “My brother’s gonna think you kidnapped me and send out a search party.”

You grumble, pouting as Jake’s hand lightly caresses over your hair. Cute.

He laughs at your sour expression and hums in agreement, sitting up on the couch. The movement of his body taking you with him as you’re still wrapped around him.

Jake ponders if he should maybe tell you about Bradley warning all of the men at his wedding away from you—but ultimately decides against it as you seem so content, so at ease with him. He didn’t want to ruin your good mood or cause problems between you and your brother. And, he really likes you. He doesn’t want to fuck this up.

Maybe he’d tell you one day when Bradley is really pissing him off, he thinks to himself with a smirk.

Jake helps you to your feet before standing up himself and stepping back into his boxers. He tells you to wait a moment while he runs into the bathroom that’s at the back of the room.

While you’re in the midst of securely clasping your bra back over your chest, Jake returns with a damp cloth, kneeling down to gently clean up his cum that’s now dried down the inside of your thighs, leaving a soft kiss to the skin of your hip.

Once you’re all cleaned up, Jake helps you step into your lace underwear, bracing yourself with a hand on his shoulder for balance as your legs still feel a bit like Jell-O after the earth-shattering orgasms he had given you.

He stands to help you back into your bridesmaid’s dress, leaning down to place featherlight kisses to your shoulder blades as he closes up the zipper. Jake even helps smooth down your hair—surely a mess from your earlier activities and his hands running through it—leaving a chaste kiss to your lips before he moves to re-dress himself. This time forgoing his tie in favor of stuffing it into his pocket.

With your heels strapped around your ankles once more, you let Jake lead you out of the suite. Your hand joined with his and your cheek resting against his shoulder as you navigate your way, side by side, back to the ballroom.

When you reach the double doors, you tug at Jake’s hand to stop him before he can open them. The blonde’s cute, inquisitive look reminds you of a golden retriever puppy and it makes your heart flutter. You reach up to cup his cheeks, pulling him in for a brief, but passionate kiss.

“Sorry, I just really wanted to do that again.” You tell him with a nervous laugh and he lets out a satisfied groan.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” Jake pulls you back in and you can feel the smirk on his lips as he attaches them to yours. The two of you spend the next few minutes just standing there, making out outside of the entrance to the ballroom.

Mouths moving languidly together, and you don’t hesitate to grant Jake’s tongue access when it runs along the seam of your lips. Tongues swirling lazily around one another trying to memorize the taste. When you finally pull back, your lips are swollen, and both you and Jake are beaming.

The reception is coming to an end, and you make it back into the slowly emptying ballroom just in time to see the happy newlyweds making their rounds about the room, accepting congratulations and thanking their guests for coming.

As they come across you and Jake, Natasha is all smiles while Bradley’s expression drops into one of annoyance, his hazel-eyed glare directed at Jake.

Never one to be intimidated by his best frenemy, Jake’s mouth forms into that distinctive smirk, extending the hand that wasn’t holding yours toward your brother.

“Congratulations, Rooster.” Jake speaks confidently. The two of them shake hands, not dissimilar to how they did after the success of the Uranium mission. Except this time, Bradley isn’t smiling.

By the happy look on your face and the fact that you’re not glaring at him—or trying to hit him—Bradley realizes that Jake must not have told you about his earlier warning to his groomsmen. Though he’s still annoyed with Jake for going against his wishes, he guesses that’s for the best. Maybe Natasha was right.

“Thanks, man.” Bradley’s face softens just barely.

“But, just know, if you hurt my little sister, I won’t hesitate to shoot your plane out of the sky. We clear?” Your brother continues, still shaking Jake’s hand all the while. Natasha watches the whole exchange, trying not to laugh.

“Bradley-!” Eyes widening, you try to intercept but Jake stops you, giving your hand a light squeeze.

“No, no. It’s okay, Sweets.” You can hear the mirth in his voice when he says it, knowing he’s going to get a reaction out of Bradley.

“SWEETS?!” Your brother all but shrieks, ripping his hand away from Jake’s as if he’s been burned and Natasha is no longer able to hold back her laughter. The pouty glare he gives her in return ends up pulling a snicker out of you too. Jake chuckles haughtily and wraps an arm around your shoulders before addressing your brother again.

“I’m not gonna do anything to hurt her, Bradshaw. I promise. You have my word.” You smile sweetly up at Jake, delighted by his words.

Your brother grumbles in agreement, recognizing the sincerity in his friend’s voice in that moment, before the two of them shake hands once more. Then, Jake offers the bride a hug and his congratulations, and tells you he’ll give you a moment with you brother, that he’ll be waiting for you by the exit.

With Jake making his exit, your brother’s face finally softens as he turns his attention to you.

That is, until he glances down a bit and you know that he’s clocked the very obvious hickey blooming on the side of your neck when his expression hardens again. You can swear you see his eye twitch and you have to refrain from laughing. Luckily, for both of your sakes, he doesn’t bring it up.

Bradley just sighs before shaking his head. For the first time since the breakup, his little sister looks genuinely happy and if that’s the case, then he’s happy too.

“Hangman… really?” He scrunches his nose and at that, you simply shrug at him with an amused grin.

Your brother groans, “I don’t know what happened, and I don’t wanna know.”

“Deal.” The two of you share a laugh and Bradley pulls you into a tight bear-hug, which you return gratefully.

“Love you, sis.” He murmurs into the crown of your hair. “Love you too, Bradley.”

Natasha watches the sweet moment between her new husband and sister-in-law with a smile.

“I’m really happy for you, big bro. And so proud. Mom and Dad would be too.” Your arms tighten around him as you quietly deliver the sentiment.

You turn your gaze toward Natasha to let her know that you’re now addressing her as well. “Congratulations!”

When Bradley releases you from his embrace, Nat pulls you in for a hug as well. With that, they bid you goodnight and make your way back over to Jake who’s waiting for you by the ballroom doors.

Bradley opens his arm for his wife to step under, which Natasha does gladly, her own arm draping around Bradley’s waist as his moves to wrap around her shoulders. The couple watches on as you cross the room to reach the cockiest member of the Dagger squad.

“I actually think they’re kinda cute together.” Natasha’s tone is a jesting one, but there’s definitely some truth to her statement. Bradley just tilts his head up toward the ceiling, eyes clenched shut as he groans in response.

With the festivities coming to a close, you find yourself incredibly tired. After such a long day–and all the exertion with Jake that evening, you’re more than ready for a good night’s sleep. Fortunately for you, everyone was staying in the hotel at which the reception was held, so it wasn’t a long commute.

Despite your increasing exhaustion though, you were reluctant to bid Jake goodnight.

“So… I guess, if you want, you could walk me to my room? Or…” You trail off, leaving the ball in his court. A tad nervous now, blinking up at him with a bright-eyed, hopeful expression, unsure if Jake will get the hint.

But he definitely does, and the expectant look on your beautiful face makes him smile. What you don’t know is that Jake isn’t quite ready for his time with you tonight to come to an end either.

“Or… you could come back to mine?” He finishes the sentence for you, his grin morphing into more of a smirk, but his tone remains sincere. Placing your hands on his chest, you lean up to peck Jake’s lips.

“I’d love to.” You speak softly against his lips and Jake can feel you smiling. “Just don’t tell my brother.”

Your cheeky remark has Jake letting out a throaty chuckle, his breath warming your cheek before he briefly presses his lips to yours more firmly.

“How else am I gonna piss him off?” Jake jests and you retreat from the kiss, playfully smacking his chest. Shaking your head as the two of you share another laugh. His hands move to slide up the bare skin of your arms as you pull back and Jake can feel the goosebumps forming there.

He removes his suit jacket, leaving him in just his dress shirt, and carefully drapes it over your shoulders. The coat dwarfs your smaller frame, and Jake decides he loves the way you look all wrapped up in his clothes.

“Come on, Sweets. Let’s get you to bed.” Jake softly drawls. The look you give him is one of pure adoration as he takes your hand in his and leads you out into the halls of the hotel.

And though you’re most definitely tired, you have an inkling you’d be more than okay with spending a couple more hours wide awake with Jake when you get up to his room.

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