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sarahsmi13s · 2 years ago

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Told Them (pt 3)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, mentions of teen pregnancy, adoption, mentions of underage drinking, i believe that’s it

word count: ~3.6k

a/n: 3/3 (3/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.3 summary: as the night comes to a close, the daggers learn more about jake and y/n’s relationship

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3.1 pt 3.2

*****

It’d been a few hours since everyone had eaten and Reuben was currently chasing around Kennedy, finally catching her and flipping her upside down. “Got ya!” Kennedy squealed and laughed as she hung there.

“Her shirt is absolutely adorable. Where did you get it?” Penny asked, turning to Y/N with a smile. “It was actually mine my freshman year of high school and I just kept it around even after I grew out of it. My mom found a way to turn it into a kid’s shirt and asked if she could do it with that one for Kennedy. I knew I was never gonna wear it again, so she turned it into a kid’s shirt but left room to grow.”

“What does it say?” Beau asked, squinting a little trying to read it from a distance. “Hang-girl,” Y/N told him with a laugh. “It’s no secret that that girl loves her daddy.”

The group laughed as Jake sat up proudly at the statement his wife made.

Reuben jogged over and dramatically fell onto the deck. “I never thought I would be this tired from chasing a five year old.” Jake chuckled and sipped his beer, “Kennedy will do that to you. She’s chased chickens for a good portion of her life.”

Mav tilted his head, “Don’t you mean chase by chickens.” Jake shook his head, “No.” “Oh yeah, ever since she could walk she’d boss us around at practice and chase us around the track,” Grayson said.

He tilted his head back, “Ain’t that right sister?” “Uh-huh!”

They watched her plop down in the grass and roll around.

“Oh, sweet girl don’t-” “I think it’s a little late, Darlin’.” Y/N covered her mouth as she giggled, “Jake, she’s gonna get all itchy.” He laughed and pointed to his right, “We’ve got a hose.” “You’re ridiculous.”

The adults, and Grayson, talked a little more. Mostly family questions now, just getting to know each other a little better.

Y/N was snug under Jake’s arm. He’d place kisses to the part in her hair and she’d look up at him every time he spoke, him doing the same with her.

“So, I told the client that- Kennedy Hazel what do you have in your hand?” Y/N pointedly said to her daughter.

Jake’s eyes flashed to where his daughter was showing something to Grayson and Bradley. Everyone else tensed a little at the use of the child’s middle name.

The little girl’s eyes met her mother’s matching ones and a smile broke out on her face.

“Come look at what I found Mama!” Y/N pushed off the wicker loveseat and went over to her daughter.

From where Jake and the rest of the squad were seated, they couldn’t see what was in her hands. Both had also reduced their voices to a whisper so they couldn’t hear either.

Then Y/N stood up and just walked over to Jake and sat back down.

“Everything okay?” Jake asked his arm naturally falling around her again. Y/N nodded, “Yeah, it was just a really cool rock.” She sent a subtle wink to her son and Rooster. Kennedy giggled and climbed into Bradley’s lap.

“What was I saying?” “You were talking about some client that was rude,” Javy reminded. She snapped her fingers, “Yes, thank you.”

She sat up, talking with her hands, “No okay, so this lady really had the nerve to say I was trying to ‘seduce’ her boyfriend because I wore a dress to work. So I told her that she could watch me do his hair, and then we literally talked about how he wanted to propose to her. Shut her up real quick.”

Bob sat up, “Did she not know that you were married?” Y/N laughed, “Oh, she knew. Literally everyone in town knew Jake and I were married. We’d been married for like ten years at that point.” “And she was pregnant with Kennedy at the time. Hence why she wore the dress.”

Natasha covered her mouth as she laughed, “I can’t begin to understand how women think sometimes. I’m a woman and I don’t even understand my own thoughts.” “I know right, it’s crazy.”

“Y/N, what’s in your pocket?” Mav asked, leaning forward to get a better look.

His question made everyone look at Y/N’s chest pocket on her overalls.

Kennedy giggled from her spot on Rooster’s lap as Bradley and Grayson shared a knowing look.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a little head poked out of the pocket.

Jake’s eyebrows pinched together, “Is that a baby raccoon?” Jake whipped his head to look at his daughter, who was all giggles, much like his wife as she pulled it out of the pocket. “Sure is!” Jake laughed and shook his head, “How did I not see that when you sat down?”

Y/N arched a teasing brow, “Jacob, are you admitting you always look at my boobs?” “I didn’t think that was a secret,” he smirked and kissed her jaw. “Gross, stop,” Grayson groaned as he cringed at his parents, making everyone laugh.

Jake looked at his daughter again, “Princess, where’d you find this little guy?” “He was under my slide, he looked scared.” “Were there other babies around?” Mickey asked, glancing over to the slide. She shook her head, “Just that one.” The group nodded.

“Okay,” Jake said as he looked at how his wife was holding the kit. She held it just like you would any other animal.

“How are you so comfortable holding it?” Bradley asked curiously. Y/N shrugged, “We grew up in Texas. We’d find all sorts of animals. It was kind of a natural occurrence to just pick up a random animal.”

“Do you remember when Javy found a kitten outside of the field house and carried it around all day?” Javy laughed, “Oh my gosh I forgot about that!”

Natasha shook her head, “Wait, the teachers just let you carry a cat around all day?” “Sure did! It was so funny, he wouldn’t let go of that thing! The teachers really didn’t care all that much, as long as he didn’t let it go to the bathroom in the building,” Y/N explained.

“Was that the one that became the school's barn cat?” Jake asked Javy. “I think so, yeah.” Grayson laughed, “She had kittens right before we left. I almost convinced Mom to bring one home, I was so close.”

“Oh! Do you remember when I found a baby fox in my barn?” Jake asked, turning to Y/N. “Yes, oh my gosh, it was the cutest little thing! I named him Todd.” Fanboy chuckled, “Like the fox from Fox and the Hound?” “Yes, I loved that movie.”

The group laughed before a comfortable silence fell as they each held the raccoon.

When it got to Grayson, Kennedy spoke up, “What are we gonna do with him Mama?” Y/N sighed and looked at Jake, before looking back at Kennedy, “I’m not sure, baby.”

The little girl teared up a bit, “We can’t keep him, can we?” Jake shook his head, “No, Princess, I don’t think we can.” She sniffled and buried her head into Bradley’s chest, tears lining her eyes.

Jake quickly moved to squat down next to Bradley’s chair and gently brush her hair out of her face, “Oh my sweet girl, I know you wanna keep him and love on him. But we can’t give him the proper care he needs.” Kennedy just sniffled again and pressed further into Bradley’s chest.

Bradley rubbed up and down her back as Jake’s thumb wiped the visible tears off her face.

“How about we hold onto him for a few days and look up some nice sanctuaries for him, that way he can be with people that know how to take care of him and you can visit him?” Grayson offered as he held the kit close to his chest.

Kennedy looked at her brother, “Anytime I want?” He nodded, “Anytime you want, sister.”

She looked at Jake and then Y/N, who had come over to comfort her daughter as well. Y/N nodded, a small smile on her face, “I think it’s a great idea. But we need to get a crate to keep him in while he’s here.”

Beau stood up, “I’ve actually got a small one in the back of my truck, you guys can use it. You can have it actually.”

Jake looked up at him, “Are you sure, sir? If you need it-” “Our puppy grew out of it weeks ago,” he waved Jake's concern off. “I’ve been meaning to find someone to give it to. Comes with a small bed too.” Jake smiled and kissed Kennedy’s forehead before standing, “Thank you.”

They went in and through the house to go get both of those things and get it set up.

“Hey, Ma?” Y/N looked to Grayson, “Yeah baby?” “I think when they get back I’m gonna head to bed,” he glanced at everyone before explaining himself.

“I know it’s a little early-” “Hey, you’re fine, Grayson. We get it. Sleep helps with recovery.” He nodded, giving the group a thankful smile.

“Did you take your meds? I know it takes a bit for them to kick in,” Y/N asked gently rubbing his shin. He nodded, “Yeah, I took them when I went to the bathroom earlier.”

Jake and Beau came back outside, “Okay, we’ve got the crate set up.” Y/N stood and gently took the animal from Grayson.

Kennedy slid from Bradley’s lap to give her brother a kiss on the cheek, “Goodnight Gray.” “G’night sister.”

Bob and Mickey helped Grayson up and onto his crutches. “Thanks guys.”

Y/N followed Grayson inside while holding the raccoon to her chest. Jake decided now would be a good time for that conversation. He slipped in behind her and shut the door.

Kennedy went to play some more and the dagger squad started conversing.

“Who knew Hangman could be such a great dad?” Natasha said as she watched Kennedy. Javy raised his hand, “I did. But that’s mainly because I’ve known them both since middle school.” “Well, you don’t count.”

“No, but seriously, I’ve never seen him like this before. It’s relieving,” Bradley said, sipping his beer. “He’s so carefree and it’s obvious he’d do absolutely anything for them.” The group nodded and then just watched Kennedy play.

A few minutes later the couple came back out and sat down.

Kennedy changed focus real quick and ran up to Jake, “Daddy, I’m tired.” He chuckled and hoisted her into his lap, where she nuzzled into his chest immediately.

It didn’t take her long to fall asleep. And after she did, they went back to getting to know each other.

They talked about the dating lives of everyone, their family lives. They talked about high school, just about anything they could think of.

They even got into Pete’s catalog of a love life, jokingly asking when he and Penny were gonna get married.

That’s when they asked Jake and Y/N about their wedding. Natasha and Penny wanted to see pictures of Y/N in her dress and Jake all dressed up.

“Actually, we didn’t have a wedding. We just went to the courthouse with our parents and did it there,” Jake told them. Y/N nodded, “As much as we wanted one, we just didn’t have the time. Grayson was 16 months old and Jake was about to go to the academy.”

Penny finally asked the question that the Seresins had prepared for all night, “How old were you when Grayson was born?”

While earlier Y/N would have been nervous and a little self conscious, now she felt comfortable around the squad after getting to know them.

“I actually had him nearly right after graduation. We graduated on the 16th of May and I had him on the 28th,” she said with only a small bit of nervousness in her tone.

The squad was silent for a moment before Phoenix spoke up.

“You went your entire senior year carrying a baby? That’s seriously impressive. Was it stressful?” Y/N nodded, “A little bit. Mainly because it was a small town and people like to gossip but I had a pretty great support system.” She squeezed Jake’s hand and looked over at Javy, giving him a smile.

“Not like you were gonna get it from that deadbeat-“ Javy clamped a hand over his mouth. “I’m so sorry…” Javy hung his head in shame and everyone glanced between him and the couple with wide eyes.

But, much to their surprise, Y/N and Jake just chuckled, “It’s okay Jav.” They looked at the group, sighing a little bit before explaining.

“The summer before junior year, I had to move. I hated it, but I didn’t have a choice,” Y/N started. “We’d been dating for two years at that point. But we didn’t want to risk long distance so we broke up.”

Jake chuckled, “Not like it did much. We didn’t really date during the time we were broken up. We still talked like nothing changed. Since we had been best friends for so long, nothing really had.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but the summer before senior year I went to a party and they spiked the punch. Now I didn’t know it was spiked until it was too late. I had a lapse in judgment and I slept with one of the guy friends I had. A week later I was told we were moving back to Texas. The guy I slept with was upset I was leaving but I was honest with him and told him I didn’t see us going very far anyway,” she said with a shrug.

“But a few weeks after being in Texas I didn’t feel good and my period was late. So I told my mom and we got a few tests from the store, they were all positive.”

“Did you tell him?” Bradley asked, sitting up. Y/N nodded, “Of course. Even though we weren’t going to be together, at least not in my mind, he deserved to know.”

Jake snorted before shaking his head. “He was an asshole about it though.”

“Yeah, he questioned if the baby was his, basically insinuating that I slept with other people before or after him, and said he wanted nothing to do with the baby. But, hey, I tried right? His parents wanted us to get married but my parents and I shut that down real quick.”

Jake spoke up, “We had gotten back together after she found out. When Grayson was born we took the bastard to court, got a confirmed match on a paternity test, and he signed away his parental rights voluntarily and I adopted Grayson like the next day.”

Beau patted Jake on the shoulder, “Sounds like you’ve been his dad from the beginning.”

Y/N nodded, “He really has. He came with me to every appointment, drove me to and from school, carried my things. We were at each other’s houses all the time, he helped me through it all.”

“Even if we weren’t absolutely head over heels for each other, I wouldn’t have done anything different. This girl has been my best friend since she was born,” he kissed her temple.

“You know,” he chuckled at the memory. “I proposed in the delivery room.”

“Oh my gosh you did not!” Mickey exclaimed, hand covering his mouth. “Did he really?” Bob asked, leaning forward, an amused twinkle in his eye.

Y/N nodded, “He sure did. I was exhausted and he was holding Grayson, doing skin to skin and he just asked me. I mean, to be able to adopt him without me giving up my parental rights, we needed to be engaged or married.”

******

They changed topics and talked for about another hour before Kennedy got restless.

“Come on sweet girl, let’s get you to bed. We can get you a bath in the morning.” Jake passed her off to Y/N.

Kennedy had opened her eyes but kept her head on her mom’s shoulder. “Do you want to say goodnight to everybody?” The little girl just waved to everyone and they all waved back, sending a version of ‘goodnight’ her way.

Y/N took her in after Jake pressed a kiss to Kennedy’s head and told Y/N they’d get everything cleaned up.

*******

After the deck was cleaned, leftovers were put in the fridge or in a container to go home with a pilot. Payback of course had a hearty helping of cobbler to be sent home with him.

Y/N came downstairs not too long after, going right to Jake’s side.

“She out?” “Like a light. Hit the pillow and she was gone.” He chuckled and kissed her head.

Both turned to the group that was in the kitchen.

“Thank you guys for coming over,” Y/N said with a smile on her face. “Thank you for having us. It was absolutely amazing,” Pete said, kissing her on the cheek.

The squad nodded in agreement.

“I wish Jake would have brought you and the kids around sooner. We need to have a girls day with me, you, Ken, Penny, and Amelia,” Natasha said, bringing Y/N in for a hug. “Oh definitely!”

Jake waved his hand and shook his head, “Oh no, you too can’t be friends.” “Oh I think we’re definitely friends,” Y/N laughed, pulling back to look at Phoenix who nodded. “Oh for sure.” Jake groaned, “Lord help me.”

Coyote clapped Jake on the shoulder, “Now you can bring Grayson around for Saturday football.” “You’re so right.”

*****

Everyone slowly made their way out, Beau leaving first and Mav and Penny not too long after.

“I’ve got a question,” Rooster started as they all had a final drink in the kitchen.

Jake swallowed the sip of whiskey in his mouth, “I might have an answer.” Y/N rolled her eyes and gently swatted her husband on the ribs. “What’s up, Chicken?”

Bradley ignored that and asked his question, “Why didn’t you tell us about your family before the mission? Why wait?”

Jake sighed and downed his drink before answering.

“I’ve never told previous squadrons, just my COs knew. Mainly because I never really created a bond with them. Not like I have with this one. Sure, I flew with them and trusted them in the air, but when it came to taking care of my family if something happened to me I wasn’t sure if they would step up to do it.”

Jake glance around at the group, “I’ve flown with y’all for two months and we went on a suicide mission and we all came back. I have no doubt that if I burn in you would be here for them, and not let them push you away. Especially you, Bradshaw.”

Bradley swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He brought Jake in for a ‘bro hug’ before hugging Y/N.

******

After everyone finished their drinks they talked on the way to the door then out to the driveway.

“Y’all drive safe okay?” Y/n said with a motherly tone before hugging all of them. “And please, don’t hesitate to stop by at all. I’m sure we’ll be having more get-togethers in the future.”

The squad nodded, “For sure Mrs. S.” “If y’all ever need us to babysit or anything, don’t hesitate,” Bob said, as he backed out of the driveway. The Seresins nodded as both groups pulled out of the drive and down the road.

******

Jake and Y/N went straight to their room. Y/N stripped and got comfy before going to the bathroom to do her routine and take down her hair, starting with brushing her teeth.

Meanwhile, Jake did the same, stripping down to his boxers and turning the TV on. He went into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around his wife’s torso. “That went well.”

She nodded, rubbing the makeup remover over her face, “It did. I hope the kids had fun.” Jake scoffed, “Did you see Kenni? She was having a fucking blast. All these new uncles and aunts, that girl will be spoiled.” “Like she isn’t already?” “I do not spoil her.” She rose a brow. “Okay, maybe I spoil her, but that’s not the point.”

She sighed, “I hope Grayson had fun. I know he couldn’t do much, but I still hope he had fun.” “What do you mean? He got to talk about sports and no one brought up the accident or his injuries. When you went to get him some water I made sure to talk to him about it and he said he had a good time,” Jake reassured as he reached down to get cotton rounds from under the sink.

He wiped the remover off her face before getting her cleanser and finishing her routine for her. He topped it off with a warm rag dabbed her face before she splashed it with cold to close her pores.

He watched her gently take out her braids and fluff them to relieve some of the tension as he brushed his teeth.

Jake reached out to twirl a lock in his hand, “Your hair looks so cute this.” She hummed tiredly, “Thank you Honey.” He could see that she was decompressing and was getting tired, “Come on pretty girl, let’s get you to bed.”

He picked her up and she clung to him like a koala. He just chuckled and turned off the bathroom light before going to the switch in the bedroom to do the same.

Jake managed to get into bed with her hanging on him, and she shifted to the side when he laid down.

“You can go right to sleep, Darlin’. I’m just gonna watch some reruns.” She nodded and nuzzled into his neck, placing a small kiss there. “I love you Jake.” “I love you too Y/N.”

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hiiiii! i’m happy you’re here! thank you for reading!

this is the final part!!! i hope you enjoyed it!

how about that twist with jake not being grayson biological dad? i bet you were expecting that! or maybe you were? idk.

but regardless i sincerly hope you enjoyed it

now, i’m very tempted (and VERY willing) to expand this universe and dive more into this family. maybe get to know grayson and kennedy a little more? or maybe get some angst with grayson’s biological father?

let me know! :)

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janicho88 · 2 years ago

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I Got You Masterlist

When you have finally reached a breaking point, you call the one person you trust for help. He’s never seen you as more than a friend, but he is the person you know you’re safest with. It’s been months since he has had so much as a text from you, but Jake Seresin would do anything for the Navy princess he met years ago. The pilot knows she means more to him than he ever will to her, but he will do anything for her

Series Warnings- Abusive boyfriend, injuries, hospital. Idiots in love. Other warnings will be listed in individual chapters

The first few chapters of this series start out a bit heavy, but I do promise it will move past that . This story is still being written, and maybe a little slower to upload

Taglist is open

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

TBD

#top gun maverick #jake seresin #hangman x female!reader #tw dv mention #tw injury #tw abuse

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lunamoonbby · 2 years ago

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I want to read a fic were reader is a princess and she's in an arranged marriage with crowned prince - future crowned king Jake 'Hangman' Seresin because reader's kingdom needs millitary might and an ally but her kingdom has plenty of resources it's an exchange deal we get and ally and military you get resources. Jake got his name Hangman because he will hang his enemies personally as warning to other kingdoms who would want to try and wage war with his kingdom. For Jake to actually become king he needs to marry someone. They both don't get along that well and people are expecting heirs but she refuses and she'll take all the natural herbal teas to not get pregnant but it's in secret and everyone is getting antsy cause they want an heir, and they get into an argument because Jake found out that she's been preventing her pregnancy, and that makes his people angry at the reader, and one of Jake's people tried to harm reader and Jake was not having that and he hung them to make an example out of them. Jake and princess slowly fall for each other

And enemies to lovers kinda a series but royal AU

Tagging people who I think might be interested in writing this (no pressure) :

@roosterscock

@topguncortez

@lovingrobertfloyd

@whoreforseresin

@sunlightmurdock

Or to anyone who wants to write this but please make sure to tag me

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 2 years ago

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Make my heart race

Jake seresin x fem!reader (racing au)

Warnings: angst, betrayal, you're Bradley’s little sister in this oops, fake dating...youll see eventually smut but things get kinda spicy here. Also Jake is a bit of an ass here but he’s going to get better I promise

Summary: you write a pretty nasty Article on the best racer Jake Seresin.

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: this was barely edited but I'm proud I managed to wrote this all on one day-

🏷️: @discoseal @lovelybucky1 @marchingicenotes7 @cyrene-world @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @salty0cracker @xoxabs88xox

January 1995

Very few things made Jake this angry. Losing, sure, yeah, that sucks, but that doesn’t get him stomping around and angrily yelling around. He just slammed the article on the table and seethed.

“While it is a for debate whether Jake Seresin is cheating or not, his character does not seem to help his case,” Jake read to the man across from him.

“Bad press is still good press,” Reuben shrugged, yet Jake seethed still.

“Who the hell does this person think they are” he finally bothered to read the name, “of fucking course!”

“Jake, it’s just an article, I’m sure-“

“It is not just an article! This article was good enough to get me dumped” Jake was throwing a tantrum now. Reuben nodded and immediately understood.

“I’m sure another girl will drool all over you soon” he laid back in his chair as Jake read the article over and over. It wasn’t like it had facts but just pure speculation. He was angry but then had an idea, and he could use this to his advantage. Jake quickly got up and grabbed his jacket.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Over to Mitchell’s body shop. I got an idea.”

Bradley only worked on another car as you sat pretty pleased with yourself. He knew something was up with how confident you were.

“What did you do?” He asked as he pulled himself from under the car. You had a giant smirk and were just happily tapping your foot.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about, just something to get me a spot in this magazine. You showed him, and instantly he saw the headline and front cover.

Jake Seresin. This biggest winner or biggest cheater

Bradley shook his head in disapproval, “don’t think you should be lying, sis,” you only groaned before leaning forward.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. All that matters is grabbing people’s attention,” you explained while your brother's eyes furrowed, “the people want drama,” he took from your hands and instantly found the article you wrote. He skimmed through it and immediately seemed to disapprove even more.

“What you’re saying could be damaging. Also, he’s got a quick temper” Brad was quick to note that. You rolled your eyes before excitedly having a realization. You could get some other details.

“What else do you know?” You asked. Your brother being a part of uncle Mav’s pit crew has never been more crucial or beneficial.

“Well, he’s-“ he stops and puts his hands up, knowing what you’re trying to do, “I’m having no part in your gossip.”

“C’mon roo, it’s gotta be something juicy you’ve heard,” you put your hands together, “pretty, please help your little sis out” Bradley only rolled his eyes before returning to his work. You just huffed, sitting back down and crossing your arms. You and Bradley sit in silence before jumping as the door opens loudly. Mav storms in and walks towards you, quite angrily, magazine in hand.

“What’s this?” He holds the article in front of your face. You only smile nervously as he waits for an answer.

“Umm…journalism,” you shrug, laughing strangely as Mav runs his temples.

“We talked about this,” he sighs as you look down sadly. Bradley emerges from under the car again, “you promised you wouldn’t write stuff like this.”

“Don’t act like you’re not a little proud,” you laugh. Your grin fades as you sense your uncle is, in fact, not proud and upset by this.

“Mav, just-“ Bradley tried to reason with him, yet he stepped closer to you.

“I don’t want you gossiping about the other racers anymore. No matter how bad I talk about them, this stuff can easily get to your head and affect the race” you just nodded, not meeting his gaze.

“I don’t get a choice, though. The magazine I wrote for wants to gossip and drama. No gossip equals no pay,” you say honestly, Bradley signals for you to be quiet, yet you don’t back down, “unless you’re that scared Jake can beat ya in a race, you haven’t exactly had the greatest track record.”

“Excuse me?” Mav says, looking almost disgusted. Bradley whispers for you to quit. You stand up, however, and get closer to his face.

“In your most recent races, you’ve lost way more than when you started,” you say, putting a hand on your hip, “and that’s not even speculation. It’s public information.”

“Sis, that’s enough….” Bradley mumbles while you fold your arms. You’re mad now, outraged. You wish he’d understood how your job worked instead of telling you what to do.

“Sorry, you can’t seem to get through your thick skull that I don’t wanna work for you or be in the pit. I like what I do, and it pays rent” you begin to sneer as Bradley puts a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s what your dad would’ve-“

“I’ve never got a chance to meet my Dad, so how would I have now what he would have wanted!” Many repressed emotions were coming to the surface, and Bradley could sympathize. He really could. He remembers feeling that way, yet he got to have time with Nick while you never did. Bradley pulled you away as your uncle went pale. He looked shocked and hurt. He should be used to those words, yet they still hurt. You shove Bradley off you before walking towards the door. You’re about to cry almost. Why did all that come out?

Your uncle tried to come after you, yet your brother stopped him.

“Give her time, Mav. She needs some space.”

***

You just leaned against the wall outside the shop, and it was quiet at night, maybe too soft. You were crying now, crying so hard it hurt your stomach. You pulled out the pack of cigarettes you had never smoked. It was mainly for the crew if they needed them. Not that you were with them much. It was cold, and you left your jacket inside. You tried to light the cigarette, yet your lighter wouldn’t light.

“Need some help with that?” You froze. You knew instantly who that was; maybe using your actual name was a bad idea. You turned around slowly, and before you stood Jake Seresin, looking quite livid as he fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth.

“I’m fine. I don’t think Maverick will like seeing you here,” you say, trying to have some bite to hide your nerves. It wasn’t the first time Jake had shown up here to talk shit, and he immediately shoved the article you wrote in your face.

“Did you write this?” He asks, shoving further into your face.

“Can't tell, really hard to read when it’s right up in the face” Jake laughs at that and lowers the magazine.

“What are you doing here? My article makes you that mad?” You get a sense of sadistic joy from it a bit as he nods. He looks somewhat cute when he is mad.

“I can’t deny I like the attention,” he begins to smirk as he walks closer to you. His eyes green and having quite the evil plan, “I have a business proposition,” you raise an eyebrow.

“A business proposition?”

“Yes, it’s straightforward,” he leans down, “this kind of stuff can get to a racers head…and a little birdy told me you and your uncle haven’t been on the greatest of terms.

“Told, or did you just happen to have listened to that argument?” You couldn’t deny you weren’t intrigued, but this had to have been about something else.

“Same thing in a way. I need you to write some dirt on your uncle and get to him, and it makes it easier for me to win.”

“And?”

“Don’t make them crash. I do like a challenge-“ you walked closer to him. He’s caught off guard.

“This is about something else,” you smiled as he seemed to know what you were about to say, “I know you were dating a pretty well-known journalist. I heard she was gonna break up with you” there was a lump in his throat.

“What are you getting at?” He crossed his arms and looked down at you.

“Well, I don’t quite like my uncle right now,” you look down at your nails, “and you seem quite mad about Bethany right now, used my article as an excuse, didn’t she?” His eyes went wide for a second.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He gritted his teeth as you laughed.

“She cheated on you, tough guy. She just so happened to hear about my story and found a good excuse” Jake’s fists clenched at that.

“What’s this about?” Sauntered over towards the door, a smile on your face.

“Well, I wanna get back at my uncle, and you wanna get back at your ex” you flipped the sign to closed, “You also said you like the attention, and I can tell you that people would write so many’s tidies about dating a legacy racers niece” he was confused for a moment before evilly grinning. He walked back over and placed a hand on your waist. He looked inside the shop and saw Bradley was about to walk out the door.

“Better put on a show for them” he tilted your chin upwards, making your heart pound. Was he going to…no, no, he’s just being a tease, yet your eyes quickly glanced to see Bradley about to walk the door. Your eyes went wide, yet you didn’t have time to process as Jake’s lips soon met yours. It was shocking at first, and you were sure Bradley’s face was something to look at as he finally got to the door. You wanted this to look real. You wanted to go along with this plan. You closed your eyes, and swiftly your arms wrapped around his neck. He jumped briefly before laughing, and his hands were moving dangerously close to your ass. You knew what he was trying to do and nodded as he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. You knew now if Jake needed to switch careers, he’d be a pretty good actor. His hands soon groped your ass, making you gasp. His tongue went inside your mouth as he pulled you closer to him. You pressed so close to him. He finally pulled away and let you go smiling down quite proudly at you.

“Never pictured you to be a good Kisser, Mr. Seresin” it was your turn to act as you sounded pretty alluring.

“Well then, I’ll see you around then. Oh, didn’t see you there” he looked over at Bradley, whose eye was twitching and mouth wide open, “cat got your tongue, buddy?” Bradley was furious as he quickly walked over and grabbed you by the wrist, and tugged you inside the shop.

“We’re closed,” Bradley yelled before shutting the door. You were laughing and a bit giddy.

“The hell you think you’re doing!” Bradley grabbed you by the shoulders, “did he drug you? I swear if he-“

“He didn’t drug me, idiot,” you said, slipping out of his grasp.

“You wrote that whole article to…get with him” you wanted to cringe at this narrative, but as cliche, as it was, you had to go with it.

“Maybe I did. At least I know what the hangman tastes like now,” you giggled again as Bradley tugged you into the garage.

“He’s a jerk! Why him?!” Bradley was shaking you now. He wasn’t about to let his little sister make a wrong decision.

“Because it makes uncle mav angry, and I like that,” you say, touching your lips and still tasting Jake on them, “he tastes like spearmint, by the way.”

“I don’t care what he tastes like!” Bradley yelled again as Mav walked back in. You could see the disappointed look in his eyes as Jake leaned against the wall behind him.

“See ya on the track, big guy” Jake patted Mav’s back, smirking and gesturing for you to come to him. Suddenly, this felt too real and seeing your uncle look at you all sad hurt your heart. It did…but there was no going back now. You walked over to Jake, and he winked at you as he quickly snuck in another kiss, “looks like you’re gonna need a place to stay since I’ve been permanently banned from the premises, so how about you come home with me?”

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spnshortcake · 2 years ago

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Forbidden Skies.

Topgun Maverick fanfic.

Chapter one

Pairings: Jake “hangman” Seresin x y/n Female!Pilot “Stinger” callsign.

Summary: hangman and y/n really hated each other but , secretly wants to fuck each-other. Two hardass, cocky pilots. What will happen when they go on a mission? Will it make feelings come to the surface or will history continue to repeat itself.

Chapter Two

🚫 18+ MINORS DNI 🚫

“Hi y/n how is your training going?” Your mom asks as she smiles while your dad gets into the frame of the computer screen. “Hi sweetie how is flying going” he asks.

“It’s going good my squad is actually a family. We have a mission coming up in a few months so we are always training. How are you two? Did you get my Mother’s Day gift? I sent it a few days before.” I love getting to see my family. They are all the way back in Texas, where I am from. I’m here in California for duty for Top Gun. I am a Lieutenant in the U.S Navy. Practically one of the best pilots in the buiz. I have one confirmed kill under my wings.

“Yes sweetie the necklace and flowers you sent came actually on the day of Mother’s Day. You made my day special even if you are one thousand miles away.” I hate not being there for most of the holidays but, they support me fully in the navy. They love my career.

“That’s good mom. I am glad I got to send you something.” I smile at them. Being away from them and being the only daughter it sucks but , got to do what you got to do.

“Now tell me about your squad you said they are actually like family.” Dad asks. He finally is starting to get gray haired.

“Well there is rooster, Bob, fanboy, coyote, ohama, halo , Fritz, Yale, Harvard, payback, Phoenix and bagman. Those aren’t their real names it’s their callsigns it’s easier to talk to them using callsigns. They are all part of this new mission we are doing. Our captain , Maverick we are training for this “off the wall” mission.” I explain as I use quotations in the hair with my hands.

“Bagman? What kind of callsign is that all the others sound tough.” I chuckle as my mom asks me confused.

“Well his callsign is actually hangman but we all joke and call him bagman cause he is a serious dickhead.”

“Oh so he ruffles your feathers.” My mom looks at me as she sips her wine. Man when that women gets a taste of red wine she never thinks before saying whatever is on her mind. You roll your eyes.

“Definitely not mother.” I say as her and dad exchanged a look between the two. How could hangman ever “ruffle” your feathers as she puts it. Makes you rather gag as you are thinking about it. You have been single for a while now trying to focus on your career in the Navy. While your parents want you to be popping out grandkids. Something they say is “they won’t be getting any younger if you wait to long they won’t have any grandparents alive.” I mean you would love to settle down and have children with your future husband but after fuck face did what he did when you was going to basic training to go into the navy you swore you would just focus on your training and forget about him.

“Sweetie how long has it been? 4 years.” Your mom finally spoke up making you focus back on her and not on your spiraling brain.

**FLASH BACK**

“Congratulations New navy graduates. May you look at this day as a new life. Make everything count. Your adventure has just begun and I belive your future is bright. May God bless the U.S Navy.” Admiral Simpson spoke as we all graduated and became Navy sailors. I made my way to my family and everyone is there except the one I wanted to be there the most. “My fiancé” Jackson. We have been together for such a while now probably three and Half years. He proposed to me the weekend before I shipped out for Basic. He knew how much this meant to me. I looked at my mom and dad disappointed.

“Where is Jackson. He said he would be here.” I asked looking around obviously not seeing him.

“He said he had to work today and he couldn’t get off.” I nod as my mom hands me my phone and I turn it on to a bunch of texts and calls congratulating me on graduating mom tagged me a post. She is always posting. She loves social media more than me. But the one thing that still bothered me as Jackson has yet to text me or even call. I press his contact and it goes straight to voicemail. Maybe his phone is off. I end up going to dinner with my parents and going back to the hotel where they have a room and I look at me in my service dress white uniform. I can’t believe I’m in the military I have worked my ass off for this.

“He still hasn’t called?” My dad looked at me.

“No it’s not like him, in Texas he should be off work by now.”

RING RING RING

I look at my caller ID and it’s my best friend Rachel. “Omg look how hot you are!!! Congratulations y/n”. She screams at me. I chuckle. She is always been literally in my back corner and never lets me down.

“Hi girl and right back at you. Thank you” I say.

“Y/n I am flying out right now , I’m in the airport I had a layover. But before I get on the plane I had to call you because..” she seems nervous.

“Because what Rach tell me what is going on? Are you okay.”

“I’m fine girl it’s Jackson..”

“ what. What’s wrong I tried calling it went to voicemail is everything okay?” I sit on the end of the hotel bed.

“Yes everything is okay well no it’s not y/n I don’t know how to say this.” She looks around nervously

“Rach I swear to god if you don’t spit out I’ll beat you when you land.” I say to her. My mind is going to the worst thing possible.

“He was at the airport with another girl. They where headed to Jamaica. Looked like they had a kid with them.”

My heart instantly stopped. What? Jamaica. Another girl?? A kid? Couldn’t be Jackson.

“Rachel, it couldn’t be him are you sure.” I questioned as I look up at my parents my mom has a sad face expression holding her heart.

PING

I look at the picture in disgust and disbelief. It was him and the girl. How could he do this and lie to my parents after everything. I look at my ring and I rip it off throwing it at the wall.

“I am so sorry y/n I’ll be there as soon as I can. Let’s get drunk with your mom and give the rest of the day for you. This couldn’t sit well with me and I just had to tell you before boarding. Girl you know I truly am sorry but he had a big forehead anyways and now you are such a bad ass and can get anything you want.” She smiles at me.

“Rachel I just can’t believe he could do something like this. I was gonna marry him.”

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“Maybe you need someone to ruffle your feathers.” Your dad commented getting you back to reality.

“Dad mom I’m on a mission and besides I am so focused on training to figure who would be ruffling my feathers at night. “

Phoenix: 🍺 🍺 🎯 ??

“Well mom and dad I love y’all my friend is asking me to go out with them tonight so I’ll talk to y’all soon. Bye”

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You finally make your way to the hard deck and already see everyone inside at the pool table. You don’t see Jake yet so that’s a good sign he might just not be here.

“We’ll look who we have here. Stinger finally came out for once” hangman says behind you. You groan as you turn around to see those green eyes you loathe so much. You can practically smell the arrogance on him.

“Bite me bagman I do come out just not when your here.” You smirk and walk to the door but he stops you from opening it and he holds the door for you.

“After you darlin, and don’t tempt me with a good time I will definitely bite you.” He says

I walk in and make my way to the bar and penny pops open two Budweisers putting them on the bar top.

“I got the first round sting.” Jake says as he pays for them.

“I didn’t ask you to.” I put the beer up to my lips drinking the cold beer.

“STINGER! Your here. There is just too much testosterone in this damn bar tonight.” Natasha says pulling you tit he pool table where Bob and rooster are playing.

You look around and you find the back of a blonde hair man, Jake, walking toward the jukebox finding a song to play. Man the back muscles on that man— I shake my head and turn back to the group of people talking about how rooster just kicked bobs ass in pool.

I can’t be thinking of Jake that way. He is to arrogant and just exactly like me. I couldn’t possibly be thinking of him like that.

“That’s 3 games in a row Bob how are you so bad at pool.” Rooster laughs bringing his bottle of beer to his mouth. Rooster is like a brother I never had. Having no siblings makes you look at your squadron as your real blood brothers and sisters and you would do anything for. Now for Jake he is like a annoying cousin fair down the family tree that you just can’t flick away. Something about him just makes your skin crawl.

“Maybe y/n and I should play.” Hangman says making his way back to his seat.

“Oh so you can get your ass beat on the ground as you do in the sky.” I say to him smirking as I drink my beer earning a laugh from the rest of the group.

“Now sweetheart we all know who gets beat in the sky and it’s not me.” He brings his bottom lip inbetween his teeth biting on it siping his beer.

“Names not sweetheart bagman you should know that by now.”

“Can you both stop arguing like a old married couple.” Rooster finally speaks up.

These next few weeks are gonna be the worst cause of him. He just always knows how to get under my skin.

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Hi lovely! This is my first series so please if you have any feedback please let me know! My requests are open and you can find my Masterlist here. I don’t have a posting schedule so please just bare with me. I’ll post and write when I can. If you enjoy this first chapter please reblog and comment it helps with engagement.

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trickphotography2 · 4 months ago

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Two Lines

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female!reader

The last thing Jake expected to see first thing in the morning was a pregnancy test in the trash can. And he definitely didn’t expect a debate with his wife about what those two lines meant.

Word count: 1.5K

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It took a lot to shock Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

Not only had he made it through a military academy, he was a combat pilot who’d seen action in two war zones and had medals to back up his claim that he was one of the Navy’s best.

But the sight of the pink-capped test in the bathroom trashcan had him choking on his toothbrush.

Adrenaline shot through him, waking him up from the half-stupor he’d been in. It was still early before your alarm went off. But you’d been restless all night, tossing and turning and grumbling about what a stupid idea it was to get your work-mandated flu shot at the same time as your COVID booster.

“Not sure why you did it,” he’d teased, brushing the hair from your eyes. “You always feel like crap after.”

“I know,” you whined, curling closer to him even as your body ached and your stomach clenched. “I just needed to get it out of the way, and since I don’t have any clients tomorrow, I figured I could call out sick if I needed to.”

But that didn’t explain the pregnancy test in the trash.

After just under a year of marriage, you weren’t actively trying to get pregnant, but neither were you trying to prevent it. Both of you were in agreement that you’d be happy to have kids if it happened, but you were also satisfied with it being just the two of you for a while, or even forever.

Your period being late wasn’t uncommon, especially when you were stressed. And with the clinic officially understaffed and you taking on a larger client panel while trying to balance groups and to promote to a leadership spot, Jake knew you were stressed. For the first time, he’d seen you working on the weekend to catch up on session notes and submit consults, making sure your clients were getting connected to the services they needed.

The test was probably just for peace of mind, he reasoned, forcing himself to finish brushing his teeth while keeping his eyes on the trashcan. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken one, but it was the first time you hadn’t told him about it… that he knew of. And if you’d thrown it away, it had to be negative. You’d stumbled back to bed just an hour ago after using the bathroom, waking him as you collapsed back onto the mattress and declaring that you were calling in sick. When he’d pulled you to his chest and kissed your forehead, he’d felt your low-grade fever.

Just like he’d expected. It was why he’d stopped at the Commissary on the way home from work, grabbing bananas, applesauce, and bread to make sure you had something to eat while wallowing on the couch between naps.

Besides, he knew he’d be joining you on Saturday - he had his appointment to stop at the base hospital and get his mandatory annual flu shot, too. While it didn’t take him out like it did with you, he’d never pass up an excuse to have a lazy weekend.

With a forced nonchalance that he didn’t feel, Jake put away his toothbrush before reaching for the pregnancy test. Turning it, he saw two lines.

Two lines.

Jake stared, mouth dropping open. His eyes darted from the lines to the diagram on the side of the window, explaining how to interpret the results, feeling a strange sensation of excitement and terror at the confirmation.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

Confusion tempered his joy as he set the test on the counter and took a step back, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to scrub away any lingering sleep. But when his vision cleared, there was no denying it.

Two dark lines.

Grabbing the door handle, Jake forced himself to take a deep breath before walking back into the bedroom. You’d dozed off again, breathing even and face half-hidden by your sleep mask. He’d bought you the first one as a joke when you’d moved in after a week of grumbling when he turned on the lights to get ready for work. While you both left the house at the same time - him to head to the base, and you to the hospital - he enjoyed taking his time with his morning routine, while you preferred hitting the snooze button as many times as possible before sprinting to get ready and out of the house on time.

You groaned when he sat at your hip, planting one hand on the mattress and reaching up to nudge the mask to your forehead. Refusing to open your eyes, you slapped at his hand, “Lea’me alone,” you grumbled.

“You got something to tell me, sweetheart?” he asked, forcing his voice to be even. While he was excited about the pregnancy, if you’d thrown the test away, you might not be.

“‘M not goin’ to work,” you sighed, rolling onto your side and hugging your pillow tightly.

“I know. Anything else?”

“Love you, have a goo’day.” Your words slurred as you started to drift again. When he said your name, a hint of exasperation creeping into his tone, you sighed and rolled onto your back. Kissing the tips of your fingers, you held them up for him. “I feel gross and don’t wanna kiss you in case it’s not the shot.”

“Is that why you took the pregnancy test?” One eye cracked open, and you saw your husband smiling down at you, a slightly manic gleam in his sea-green eyes.

Shrugging, you yawned, “Kinda. But it was negative.” Jake was silent for a long moment, and you felt him place a hand on your stomach.

“Darlin’… the test wasn’t negative.”

“It was.”

Jake barked a laugh. “There are two lines!”

“I know.”

“Two lines is pregnant!”

“Two lines is negative.”

“No, it’s not,” Jake argued. Huffing, you opened both eyes to glare at him.

“I read UAs twice a week at work, Jacob. I know what a negative result looks like.” As the person in charge of the Contingency Management program in your clinic, you administered and read urine drug screens, knowing with a quick glance if there were prescription or illicit substances in your client’s sample. If the two lines popped up for a negative result for their targeted substance - meaning they’d been abstinent - they earned the opportunity to draw for a prize. A single line meant that they had traces of the substance in their system, providing a positive result.

“Maybe for drug tests, but obviously not for a pregnancy test.”

“Move,” you grumbled, bumping your legs against him to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Jake asked.

“To prove you wrong.” Chuckling, he stood and smirked when you threw your sleep mask onto your pillow and brushed away the hand he offered to help you out of bed. The bathroom light was still on, and he followed behind you as you picked up the test he’d left on the sink, holding it in front of his face. “See? Two lines. Negative.”

Taking the test, Jake put his thumb over the Not Pregnant example and held it in front of your eyes. “See? Two lines. Pregnant.” He could only smile as your gaze shifted from glaring at him to squinting down at the test - you hadn’t put your glasses on yet. He watched your eyes widen with shock, darting from the instructions to the result window. Your lips parted, but no words escaped as your eyes rose to meet his again. “Say somethin’, sweetheart.”

“Why the FUCK are my POC cups the only damn thing that has a single line as positive?” you demanded.

That startled a laugh out of him, and Jake tossed the test back onto the counter and tugged you into his arms. Your fingers dug into his back, and he could feel you shaking. “You alright, darlin’?”

You were silent for a long moment before sighing, “Just realizin’ that I’m gonna be triple-checking results for a while. It’s gonna make my appointments run so much longer.”

Chuckling, Jake pulled away just far enough to meet your watery gaze. “What about this one? You gonna triple-check it?”

“I mean, you’ve pretty much done it.” An embarrassed smile flit across your mouth. “Is this where you say ‘I told you so’?”

“Pretty sure this is where I say I love you,” Jake replied, leaning down to kiss you softly. Carefully, he backed you up until your ass hit the counter and lifted you onto it. Your legs wrapped around his hips, arms draped across his shoulders as his hands slid under your shirt to wrap around your waist.

“Love you too. You ready to be a daddy?”

“Hell yeah. You ready to be a mama?” The question made you pause, but the steady confidence your husband exuded made you smile. Even if you weren’t quite ready, he would be there to help you get there.

“Yeah,” you said after a moment.

It would take you a couple of weeks to feel confident interpreting the UA results with a glance again, but you even chuckled when you started telling people about the pregnancy, and Jake boasted that he was the one telling you that you were pregnant.

After all, how many fathers got the chance to do that?

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Author's Note: This little fic has been on my mind since yesterday when I had to fill in last minute for our CM clinic when a clinician called out sick, and had to administer and interpret 2 UAs in 30 minutes, then do brief counseling with the gentlemen before going. I've laughed with my friends before about how our POC cups (the same ones in the graphic above) are one of the only tests where two lines is negative.

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nykie-love-anime · 2 years ago

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Marry Me

Inspired by the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Marry Me ~ Jake x Reader - Platonic Bradley x Reader

She wants to get married; she wants it perfect

You just wanted to have the perfect wedding for you and Jake. That is why it is almost taking two years to plan but you could not be more excited to marry the man of your dreams.

She wants her granddaddy preaching the service

Yeah, she wants magnolias out in the country

Not too many people, save her daddy some money

The wedding will be small out it in the countryside with just close family and friends. The perfect Rustic Wedding you have been dreaming about all your life. The barn with be filled with pink and white magnolias because that is Jake’s favourite flower.

As a promise from early childhood between granddaughter and grandfather, your grandfather will be preaching the wedding along with walking you down the aisle.

Ooh, she got it all planned out

Yeah, I can see it all right now

And everybody knows what you want you will get because Hangman is so in love with you, and he just wants you happy. Rooster could see it from the beginning of their second week being back at Top Gun, where Jake fell in love with you and Bradley fell even more.

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back

I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

The day of the wedding you could not be happier as you were walking down the aisle with your grandfather. Your grandmother in the front row was smiling with tears in her eyes - her thoughts being filled with how happy your parents would have been to see their little girl walking down the aisle to the love of her life. But knows that they are watching down at you with smiles on their faces.

Rooster in the back not wanting you to see him pushing back the tears threatening to spill. His hand in his black suit pocket to get the flask he was storing for this moment. He doesn’t want to show everybody how be feels but as he feels a hand on his shoulder the first tear spill.

Maverick sighed knowing how his best friends son feels, seeing the woman you love marry someone else he experienced all those years back.

Yes, she wanna get married

But she don't wanna marry me

Bradley let out a sad sigh knowing you wanted to get married and have a small wedding with close friends and family. He knows you wanted a soulmate to grow old with, but it would not be him. Even if it killed him to be here, he wanted you happy.

He knows he will never the one who gets to marry you. Never the one spending your nights with anymore all because he was too scared to say something earlier.

I remember the night when I almost kissed her

Yeah, I kinda freaked out, we'd been friends for forever

And I always wondered if she felt the same way

When I got the invite, I knew it was too late

As he thought back to his and your last day of high school at the after party he could kick himself for not kissing you then and there. It freaked him out to have the thought of kissing you because you have been best friends since you were small kids. Growing up together as just friends changed his adolescence thoughts that you have cooties to wanting your cooties all to himself.

As he snapped out of his thoughts he wondered if you have ever felt the same way. And when he got the wedding invitation, he knew he was too late to confess how he has been feeling. It was too late to kiss you with all his might.

And I know, her daddy's been dreading this day

Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away

Bradley know your grandfather is very happy for you, but he is dreading the day of giving his only granddaughter away. But what he does not know is that he is not the only one who is giving you away.

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

Rooster once again listens to your grandfather hoping nobody sees him silently crying for a love that was never his and never will be his.

But she got on her dress now, welcoming the guests now

At the reception party he saw you. He saw you in your beautiful white dress with small magnolias in your hair smiling at the guests as they congratulate you and Jake and wishing you a long and love filled marriage.

I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now

But I ain't gonna mess it up, so I wish her the best now

Rooster wishes he could go up to you and get it off his chest how he feels about you. How long he have been in love with you. But he knows he cannot mess this friendship up over something he did not have the courage to get off his heart all those years back.

As he congratulate you and Jake it takes everything in him not to break down. You pulled Bradley into a hug and smiled at your best friend, him wishing you and Jake a wonderful marriage. As he walks away, he went straight to the bar.

So, I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back

Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

Hiding at the bar is all Bradley could do not to cry, his crumbled black suit and tie matching shows how he feels now. Taking a strong shot of whiskey to get rid of the lump in his throat.

Yes, she wanna get married

Yes, she gonna get married

But she ain't gonna marry me

Whoa, but she ain't gonna marry me, no

All Rooster had on his mind as he watched you and Hangman dance was that you wanted to get married to your soulmate and now you are married. You are never going to marry him; you are never going to love him in the ways that you love Jake.

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topgun-imagines · 2 years ago

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Broken Boundaries

Requested: yes

Summary: Things get taken to far in the bedroom.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, bondage, overstimulation, foul language, oral sex (f!recieving), fingering, use of safe word, daddy kink, aftercare. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Note: like I said, smut isn’t my strong suit. Feel free to send in any feedback but please be kind. 🤍

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Heavy pants filled the entry room as the door slammed behind you. Jake had you pressed against the wall, lips on your neck as he nipped and sucked at your supple skin. Soft moans tumbled from your lips as you tossed your head back. Once Jake was finished sucking the purple mark into your neck he laved over it with his tongue. You moaned at the slight sink, hissing when he bit down on a spot behind your ear. Your fiancé smirked at the sound, peppering kisses up your jaw and to your lips.

When he kissed you, it was all tongue and teeth. Tonight, you and Jake had decided to go out to a club with the rest of the Daggers. About halfway through the night, a pair of men came up to you and Phoenix. They had started dancing with you, making any thought of Jake leave your mind. Now he needed to remind you who you belonged to.

Jake’s warm breath fanned across your face as he pulled back from the kiss. You stared up at him with wide eyes, desire growing deep in the pit of your stomach. The thought caused you to let out a needy whine. Your fiance smirked at your distraught state. “You look so good,” He whispered in your ear huskily. The sound sent tingles down your spine. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” The way he said it made it clear that it wasn’t a threat, it was a promise.

The two of you stumbled through your shared home as you made your way to the bedroom. Picture frames were knocked askew in your hurried movements.

Once you made it to the bedroom, Jake kicked the door closed behind him. Next thing you knew you were pinned up against it, crying out your fiance's name as he hastily undid your jeans. When he struggled to get them down your legs, you smirked slightly. “Having trouble there, Jakey?” You teased through heavy breaths.

Growling into the skin of your neck, the pilot snapped the stretchy fabric of your thong against your hip, causing you to hiss at the quick sting. His lips met yours in a fierce kiss. “You better watch your fuckin’ mouth,” His southern accent shone heavily through his words. The next thing you knew his teeth were sinking into your soft flesh, moans tumbling freely from your mouth. His lips travelled up the skin of your neck until they were slotted with yours. You whimpered at the feeling of your fiancé nipping your bottom lip. “Get on the bed, beautiful.” Even in a moment like this he couldn’t help but let the sweet name slip through his swollen lips.

Your foreheads were pressed together as he moved you back toward the bed. When the mattress made contact with the back of your thighs, Jake nudged you back so that you collapsed onto the plush surface. You grinned up at him as he began to slowly unbutton his dress shirt. Your eyes fixated on his chest, tongue darting out to run across your bottom lip at the sight.

Once his shirt was fully undone, he tossed it to the side before moving his hands to his belt. It seemed as if time was standing still as he pulled down the dark fabric of his jeans. You were left staring at his tight black boxers. There was a small wet patch staining the dark fabric, right where the tip of his cock was. Jake smirked at your distracted stare. “See something you like, darlin?” Your wide, doe-like eyes snapped up to his. A large blush rose on your cheeks at his confident stare.

Jake’s eyes darkened when you didn’t respond. He watched as you fiddled with a thread on your lacy blue panties. Your breath caught in your throat when he leaned over you, placing one hand next to your head for support. A shiver ran through you at the feeling of your fiancé dragging his nose over the exposed skin of your neck. “I asked you a fucking question.” His warm breath fanned against the shell of your ear.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the low sound of his voice. “Yes, Daddy.” You whispered meekly. With a smirk, Jake moved off the bed, satisfied with your answer. For now, anyway.

Through hooded eyes you watched him move around the room in search of something. You stared at the way his back muscles rippled each time he moved, making your mouth water in seconds. When he returned, he had two ties in his hands and a dangerous smirk on his face.

With one calculated motion of his wrist, you quickly sat up and peeled your T-shirt off your sticky body. Next, you unhooked your bra and tossed it across the room. Once you were comfortable on top of the soft sheets once more, Jake grabbed one of your wrists and secured it to the bedpost with a tie, doing the same to the other seconds later.

Then he was kissing his way down your body, leaving a wet trail as he went. Your chest heaved with the labored breaths you were sucking in. Jake continued down until his face was level with your soaked panties. There was a definite dark blue spot staining the light lace. Your hips bucked on their own accord. With a look of warning sent in your direction, your fiancé brought an arm up to pin your hips to the bed.

Seconds seemed to drag on for an eternity as you waited for him to drag the fabric down your legs. When he continued to kiss around the area that you needed him most, a pleading whine tumbled from your mouth. “Please.” You begged, fists closing tightly around the ties as your eyes screwed shut.

“Please what, baby?” It was a soft murmur against the supple skin of your thigh as he spread your legs open. Jake began to suck marks into the delicate flesh, smirking when he heard your needy whine.

“Please, Daddy!”

Your plea sent a shiver down the spine of your fiance. Jake hooked his arms around your hips, pulling you close until your drenched core was flush with his face. A breathy sigh escaped you as you relaxed back onto the sheets. Seconds later you finally felt what you had been waiting for. Jake’s tongue poked out of his mouth, gently nudging your clit through the soft fabric of your panties.

He continued his ministrations through the cloth, pulling moan after moan from your parted lips. Soon, the dark spot on your panties was from more than just your own arousal. “Daddy!” It was a harsh cry but at the same time the sweetest sound that Jake had ever heard.

When Jake drew back, there was a thin string of saliva connecting your panties to his tongue. You whined as the pleasure dissipated. With a disapproving tsk, he lapped your puffy cunt gently, causing you to his sharply. A needy whine followed shortly after. “What’s the matter, Princess?” He teased with a coo. Leaning down, he licked a broad stripe over your freshly-bare core seconds later. “You wanna cum?”

The only response you had to offer was a pathetic babble as you nodded rapidly. He smirked as he lowered his head once more.

“Then you better fuckin’ beg for it.”

The next few minutes felt like a blur as Jake pulled your first orgasm of the night from you. Your knuckles turned white from the force that you were gripping the ties with. The smooth slide of his tongue through your fold pulled a sharp cry from you. His tongue slowly laved over your hole as his nose nudged against your clit. He began to move the muscle in and out of your dripping hole.

You moaned at the slurping sound of Jake licking your cum from you. Heavy pants escaped you as your hips bucked off the soft sheets. When Jake pulled back to give your thigh a warning nip, you whined at the loss of his tongue. His tongue soothed over the blooming bruise a few seconds later.

Wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, you heaved a pleasured sigh at the feeling. Waves of pleasure rolled through you as your fiance stimulated the sensitive bundle of nerves. A loud sob bubbled from your chest as you felt the familiar coil tighten in your stomach. In the back of your mind, you briefly registered that this one felt slightly different than the last. However, that thought came second to the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“Please, Daddy?” You whimpered. Jake began to draw back, the pleasure you were feeling slowing to a halt. With a needy whine, your back arched off the bed. “Please, please can I cum?” There was a faux pout on your fiancé’s face as he brought his thumb up to slowly stroke over your clit. “I wanna cum so bad! Please?”

The look on his face was soon replaced with a devious smirk. He ducked back down until his tongue was circling your clit. Two of his fingers slipped into your slick hole.

You felt the pressure begin to build once more. Cry after cry fell from your parted lips as Jake brought you to the edge for the second time that night. Jake ate you out like a starved man, tongue slipping in and out of you at a pace that you didn’t know was possible.

A thick tension filled the room as your hips raised off the bed and your jaw fell slack in a silent scream. Your fiancé worked you through your high, gently circling his thumb around your sensitive clit. You were panting slightly as you relaxed back onto the sheets, a blissed-out look on your face.

Your eyes slipped shut for a few seconds, long enough to not notice the way that Jake had stripped off his boxers and was now hovering over you. When you opened your eyes again, you were met with the sight of your fiancé's bare chest.

A moan slipped from your mouth at the feeling of him running the head of his cock over your puffy folds. He gently nudged the tip against your clit, pulling a groan from him at the rush of wetness that flooded out of you. Moving his cock up and down you slit a few more times, Jake slotted the head against your drenched opening.

Seconds later, you felt the pressure build as he thrusted forward gently. You gasped loudly at the feeling of his cock sliding into you. Inch by inch, Jake seated himself inside of you, hardly giving you a second to adjust.

Your eyes squeezed shut in pain. The sudden stretch of his cock was too much.

He almost missed it; the way that your breath hitched in pain as he sunk into you. The way that a choked-off gasp escaped your lips as the air was punched from your lungs. Jake’s eyes softened for a second as he froze, hearing a word fall from your lips that shook him to his core.

“Texas.” It was a weak whisper as it passed through your lips. Jake immediately pulled out of you, any sexual tension dissolving in seconds as he moved to untie your hands. Your body fell limp against the mattress as you sucked in a series of sharp breaths. Before you even realized it, tears were running down your cheeks.

You hadn’t even realized that Jake had left the room when he returned with a washcloth in his hand. He frowned at the whine you let out as he began cleaning the sticky mess from between your legs. The cloth was tossed aside once he was finished.

Your fiancé pulled you to his chest, hand carefully running up and down your back as he allowed you to cry into his chest. Jake cooed quietly, gently tilting your chin up so that your eyes locked onto his. “Are you okay, darlin’?” He questioned lowly.

You managed to force out a quiet mumble, nodding slowly when Jake didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. He offered you a small, hesitant smile. Even in your distraught state, you could see the worry swimming in his eyes. “I’m okay, honey. I promise,” You relaxed into his chest, allowing the steady sound of his heartbeat to soothe your racing mind. “It was just too much.”

Jake nodded in understanding. His lips pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head before setting his chin on top of it.

You would talk to him about what happened in more detail later, but right now, you simply needed to be held by the man you loved.

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sarahsmi13s · 2 years ago

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‘Tell Them’ Universe

I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY OF MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED

This is the masterlist for the ‘Tell Them’ Universe! Here you can find everything about the Seresins!

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

The Orginal Story

Tell Them

after nearly losing someone very important to him, jake decides it’s final time to reveal his secret to the dagger squad

Telling Them

after nearly losing grayson, things are really put in perspective for jake and he realizes that the daggers are family too.

Told Them -- pt.1 pt. 2 pt. 3

after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

Extras

Meet the Kids

get to know Grayson and Kennedy Seresin

Please, Be in the Chair, Dad

the first time Grayson stands up for his mom

Ask Me

asks related to the ‘Tell Them’ Universe

Santa Photos

More Kids??

Grayson’s Thoughts on Another Sibling

if you would liked to be tagged in this series, please comment or reblog here!! it’ll just help me to keep up with everyone to have a central hub for tags

if you have anything you want to see with this family my inbox is open!!

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no even if you’re already on this list, i’d appreciate a comment just so i can use it as referrence!

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sugarcoated-lame · 8 months ago

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Sometimes A Bride | Jake Seresin x Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Jake Seresin x female Bradshaw!reader

part two of Always A Bridesmaid

Synopsis: You’re having some pre-wedding jitters and there’s only one person you know can help calm you down.

You and Jake sneak off for a quickie before the two of you say ‘I do.’

WC: 11.5k (another long one oops)

warnings: a smidgen of angst?, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, smut, fingering, unprotected piv, slight overstimulation, i think jake calling reader a good girl deserves a warning, unspecified age gap (reader is in around mid-late 20s, jake is in early-mid 30s), once again jake being too damn charming for his own good, tonssss of disgustingly sweet tooth-rotting fluff, really sweet fluffy moments with big bro bradley, natasha being the best sister-in-law and maid of honor, jake still being an absolute menace, i'm literally the worst at coming up with titles for my fics, moodboard is not any indication of reader’s appearance

a/n: The very long-awaited (I’m sorry 🤍) sequel to Always a Bridesmaid. Thank you so much to everyone who’s stuck around and shown the first part so much love and support, and waited so patiently for this story! I love y’all

beautiful dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍

〰・♡・〰 reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated! 〰・♡・〰

You love weddings.

It's a fact you try to remind yourself of as you take a deep breath, taking in your reflection in the vast vanity mirror.

Hair styled to pristine perfection, professionally done makeup better than anything you’d ever be capable of doing yourself, in a gorgeous white dress that fits just right and makes you feel more beautiful than ever.

You love weddings. You love the fancy clothes, all the chatter and the sweet scent of champagne flowing through the air at the reception, the contagious laughter and dancing.

But, most of all, you love getting to watch two people profess their love for each other and promise themselves to one another for the rest of their lives through beaming smiles and tears of joy.

It’s been a little over three years since Bradley and Natasha said ‘I do’, and after meeting the love of your life at your big brother’s wedding, how could you not love them?

Three years since that fateful night that you met Jake and both of your lives were changed forever, and the two of you have been pretty much inseparable ever since. Well, nearly ever since.

Initially, both you and Jake were scared by just how much you liked one another.

After spending the night together at your brother’s wedding — and the morning after — you had feared that it was just that rose-colored haze of love in the air that comes along with weddings, and you wondered if that magical pixie dust was going to wear off eventually — and take your feelings with it.

But it never did.

Even at the beginning, back when Jake had tried to push down his feelings for you and said he couldn’t offer much more than no strings attached fun, ‘because I’m going to be away on deployments and dangerous missions all the time, and because you’re Bradshaw’s little sister.’

Because he ‘didn’t have time for anything serious’ – but really, because he was afraid of just how strongly he felt for you – even then, you were so drawn to him and Jake couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed spending time with you.

How he thought about you and that amazing night you’d spent together nearly every second of every day.

From the moment he’d wake up in his boring, lonely apartment, to the hours spent in briefings or flying dangerous maneuvers in his F18, to the moment he’d go to sleep alone every night in his bed that all of a sudden seemed too big.

And, what scared Jake the most was that it wasn’t just the sex – though, that was definitely a great part of it – that he yearned for. It was just you.

You, with your bright eyes and your radiant smile, your melodic laugh and effervescent personality. You had quickly wormed your way into his heart and lit him up from the inside out.

He no longer found himself wanting the mundane and meaningless hook-ups or one night stands that places like the Hard Deck had to offer, which had become routine for him since his time as a young pilot at Top Gun.

You brought Jake’s world from dull grayscale to vibrant technicolor and he found that he just always wanted you around.

He’d never felt that way about anyone before, and it terrified him.

You’d never wanted anyone so bad, and you were fearful that it wasn’t going to last.

But, try as you might, the two of you just couldn’t seem to stay away from each other for long.

Once Jake got his head out of his ass and he took you out on a few proper dates – which, naturally, ended in you fucking each other’s brains out a few more times – you both agreed to try to take things slow, because your feelings for each other were real and neither one of you wanted to mess things up.

However, you quickly learned that there was no such thing as slow when it comes to you and Jake. Before you knew it, things between the two of you had become pretty serious, and you realized – much to your brother Bradley’s dismay, that the two of you share a very real connection.

Through all of the ups and downs — triumphs and hardships, happy times and tears, the silly fights and even sillier make-ups that these past three years have brought the two of you.

From going mad missing each other when Jake is away on deployments, up until his recent request for a more permanent position at Top Gun so he can be closer to home – closer to you – you and Jake have stuck together through it all like super glue.

Three years of unconditional love and support, of growing and becoming better together, loving and living life with your best friend.

You’ve never been quite sure if you believe in the concept of soulmates, but if they do exist, you’re positive that Jake is yours.

And, you love weddings… so why are you currently freaking the fuck out, today of all days? Oh, right… because it’s your wedding day.

You’re pretty sure that your vision is beginning to blur, your body growing a little dizzy as you watch the constant stream of people flitting all around you through the glass of the large vanity mirror.

Your bridesmaids chatter excitedly as they too work to finish getting ready, sipping from mimosas as they make their way into their dresses while Natasha – the best sister-in-law and best maid of honor you could ever ask for – helps to keep everyone focused and on schedule.

She paces the room with her phone in hand, probably texting Bradley to make sure things are running smoothly in the groomsmens’ suite as well.

There are at least three people at any given moment hovering around you like bees, fussing over your hair, doing last minute touch-ups on your makeup, and making sure there’s not a wrinkle in sight on the beautiful wedding gown of your dreams that you’re oh-so nervous for Jake to finally see.

Not nervous because you’re worried he won’t like it – he’s told you plenty of times that he’d be more than happy to marry you if you were wearing a trash bag – but because this is your big day, the beginning of the rest of your lives together and you just want it to be perfect.

After all the months of painstaking planning – from centerpieces to seating charts, the choosing the color of the napkins to the dinner menu and countless trials of cake flavors. From finding the perfect venue, to the best floral arrangements, and of course the dream wedding dress.

After being so hyper-focused on this day for months, now that that day is actually here, you just need everything to be perfect.

Not even the two and a half mimosa’s you’ve had this morning have been enough to quell the stress currently coursing through your veins, and the buzz of the busy bridal suite is beginning to make your head spin.

Between all of the running around you’ve done since waking up — way too early — this morning, the little bit of alcohol and all the commotion going on around you now, your face feels too hot, a tiny sheen of sweat beginning to shine through your makeup.

You can’t help but wonder if Jake is feeling this flustered right now too. Probably not, the man is cool and calm about just about everything; it’s one of the things you love about him.

As the makeup artist powders your nose for the fifth time in ten minutes in an attempt to tamper down the shine, you feel your resolve beginning to crack. You try to take in a deep breath to shake the nerves, but feel as though there’s not enough air in the room to fill your lungs and you find yourself feeling like you need to escape.

As if she can sense your distress from all the way across the room, Natasha — ever the dutiful maid of honor — materializes behind you with a comforting hand on your shoulder, politely excusing the makeup artist and everyone else that’s currently milling around you, before meeting your gaze through the mirror with a gentle smile.

Though, you know your sister-in-law too well and you can see the concern in her brown eyes.

“You okay?” When Natasha gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze, you close your eyes and heave out a deep sigh, grateful for a moment of calm.

It’s in the same moment that you open your eyes and give her a nod and an unconvincing smile that there’s a knock on the bridal suite door just behind you, and you turn your head to find Bradley opening it a crack and peeking his head in.

“Everyone decent?” Your older brother asks, meeting your eyes with a soft look and you swear you could cry.

Through all her running around to help make sure that your day is perfect, you’d seen Natasha on her phone and you figure that, always knowing just what you need, she must have texted Bradley – and that’s exactly what she did.

Natasha had let her husband know that his sister was feeling some pre-wedding jitters and could use some reassurance that she knew you could only get from your big brother, and he immediately made his way from the groomsmens’ suite to come to your aid.

“Yeah, come on in!” Natasha calls out with one last squeeze to your shoulder before meeting Bradley at the door and greeting him with a quick kiss on his cheek.

She gently pushes him towards where you stand in front of the large mirror smoothing your hands over an invisible wrinkle on the flowy white skirt of your dress, before ushering the rest of your bridesmaids and everyone else to the other side of the large suite to put their finishing touches on their looks and give the two of you some privacy.

You turn around to face Bradley, standing there in a classic black suit with a bow tie, and you could swear your brother gets a little misty-eyed as he takes in the sight of you in your lavish white dress, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mustached lips when he asks, “You okay, sis?”

You think about lying for a second and telling him that you’re just fine, but this is Bradley -– your big brother and self-appointed protector for all your life, even when you don’t always want or need him to be, and you know that he’d be able to see right through you.

Blowing out a small sigh, you carefully take a seat on the plush couch that sits in the nearest corner, making sure to arrange all the layers of fabric that surround your lower half in a way that they won’t become too wrinkled.

“Honestly… I’m kind of freaking out.” You tell your brother as he joins you on the sofa. Your voice is barely above a whisper, just loud enough that he’s able to hear due to his close proximity.

You’re looking down at where you nervously wring your hands in your lap when Bradley speaks.

“Why? You’ve got nothing to worry about.” His words are matter-of-fact, but his voice is soft in that comforting, brotherly tone that’s only reserved for you.

“I- I don’t know.” You tell him with a light shake of your head. “I guess I’m just nervous?”

The words come out as a question and your gaze lifts to meet Bradley’s before you continue on.

“You know, it’s such a big, important day that I’ve spent so long dreaming of and planning for and– that I’m going to remember for the rest of my life and I just…” your voice trails off as you realize you’re rambling, stopping to take a breath before you continue.

“I just love Jake so much and I… I just want everything to be perfect.”

Bradley takes in your frazzled expression, nodding in understanding. “You’re right, it is a big deal, and it’s totally normal to have some nerves.”

The pensive look on his face shifts to one of what looks like amusement as he glances across the room to where his wife is chatting away with the rest of your bridesmaids, before leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially.

“I was scared shitless when I married Nat.”

Your eyes widen at Bradley’s confession, a small puff of laughter escaping your lips as you question him, “What? Really?”

“Yeah,” Your brother’s smile grows at the sight of your own, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “But, then I remembered that I was marrying my best friend and all of those nerves just sort of melted away.”

“Which is why you should believe me when I tell you–” Bradley reaches over to take your hands in his, his brown gaze warm as he speaks earnestly.

“It’s going to be perfect no matter what happens, because you and Jake will be together.”

Your lips can’t help but quirk up a bit at your older brother’s reassurance. “You really think so?”

“Yeah,” Bradley gives your hands a gentle squeeze. “In fact, I know so.”

“Because, I have never seen you happier than you have been these past few years since you’ve been with Jake.” That small smile never leaves his lips as he continues talking and your heart nearly melts in your chest at the sincerity of your big brother’s words.

“It’s clear that the two of you love each other very much.”

You have to admit it’s a bit of a shock to hear those words from Bradley of all people – sure, things have gotten a lot better between your brother and your fiance over the years, but you’d still consider them frenemies at the best of times.

You realize that you haven’t said anything in response, being too stunned to speak, when Bradley continues on with a knowing smirk on his face as he takes in your dumbfounded expression.

“Trust me, I wasn’t the biggest fan of the idea of you dating Jake in the beginning, but I see how much he cares about you. Above anything else.”

You nod your head in agreement, but not without a laugh and a playful roll of your eyes. With your brother’s reassurance that everything would be okay so long as you and Jake are together, and the reminder of just how much your husband-to-be loves you, now you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face if you tried. “Yeah, he does.”

Bradley takes in the lovesick smile on your face and tilts his head, raising a brow in question. “We feeling better now?”

“Yeah,” Feeling much more calm now, it’s your turn to squeeze Bradley’s hands, nodding happily at him before releasing them. “A lot better. Thank you.”

“Good.” Bradley stands, offering his hands to pull you up off the sofa as well, before pulling you into a hug.

With a quiet instruction to ‘call me if you need me’, your brother releases you from his arms, venturing over to Natasha to place a small peck to his wife’s lips before making his way out the door and back to the groomsmens’ suite.

You really do feel a whole lot better, but all this talk about your fiancé and his love for you, and how truly, utterly happy he makes you, has you missing him. Yearning to be with him in this very moment, and you realize that the only thing that would really put your mind at ease is right now Jake himself.

Jake’s head perks up as the door to the groomsmen’s suite opens for the second time in about fifteen minutes to reveal Bradley, adorning a tux matching that of all the other groomsmen.

It’s still crazy for him to think about the fact that your brother, who was so adamant about you not seeing Jake all those years ago, would be one of the groomsmen at his and your wedding.

“Where’d you disappear to, Rooster?” A relaxed smirk lifts up the corner of Jake’s lips as he fixes his tie in the mirror.

“Just went to check on the bride-to-be.” Jake’s smile softens just a bit at the mention of you.

“You know, I never thought the two of you would last this long, so I had to check and see if my sister was ready to back out yet.”

Bradley drops down onto the sofa next to Bob and Coyote, who are quietly snickering at his teasing of the groom.

“Oh, ha-ha.” Jake’s smirk grows devilish at the joke, turning his sights on the mustached man ready to tease him right back. “Face it, Bradshaw. We’re gonna be brothers real soon.”

Bradley only rolls his eyes goodnaturedly at his soon to be brother-in-law, a fact that Jake has made a point to remind him of, all the time, since the two of you got engaged a little over a year ago.

“How is she, though?” Jake asks, and Bradley can hear the sincerity creeping into the blonde’s tone.

“She’s good. Was just dealing with the usual pre-wedding nerves, but it’s all good now.” Bradley tells him honestly.

Jake only nods in response, already retreating into his head, into his worry for you, causing your brother to speak up again.

“Jake, I promise, everything’s good.” Bradley reassures him with a small smile.

“Yeah… good.” Jake nods once more, making an attempt to paint the best smile he possibly can on his lips.

He’s not worried because he thinks that you might not want this, or him – he knows without a shadow of doubt just how vast your love for him is – but, because he knows how you get when you put your heart into something and that you’ll drive yourself crazy trying to get everything perfect.

Jake’s seen firsthand just how painstakingly you’ve worked to plan this wedding, all the months spent making sure that every little detail is just right.

He knows that all of that time and stress, culminating to this one day, is likely weighing on your mind now that the day has finally come.

And in this moment, Jake wants nothing more than to just be able to see you – to hold you and comfort you and let you know that everything is going to be just fine.

He knows the old superstition that the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the ceremony, but…

“Fuck it.”

The two words escape under Jake’s breath just before he’s shrugging on the jacket to his tux and quickly making his way to the door.

“Where are you going, man?” Javy questions his best friend, drawing the attention of the rest of the Daggers — sans Phoenix who’s with you getting ready in the bridal suite — toward where Jake stands in the now open doorway, one hand on the knob and one foot already out in the hall.

“Just gotta check something with the wedding planner. Be right back.”

It’s not a total lie. Sure, you had forgone hiring a wedding planner and chose to do everything yourself — with the help of Natasha and Penny of course -— but that technically made you the wedding planner. The guys don’t have to know that.

Jake traverses the winding halls of the venue, the anticipation of seeing you building up as he walks briskly in his dress shoes until he finds a door with a paper sign that reads, ‘Bridal Suite’ in loopy, cursive lettering.

Taking a breath, he knocks on the door, and he’s lucky to find that a moment later, it’s you who answers.

“What-” Your eyes widen in surprise and you’re hardly able to get a word out as one of Jake’s hands grasps yours, swiftly pulling you out of the door and into the hallway with him.

You don’t get a chance to finish your question, because within seconds your fiancé is practically sprinting down the long hallway, pulling you along with him with his large hand wrapped around your smaller one.

You can't help but giggle at Jake’s antics as the two of you run through the halls, watching his free hand reach for a few knobs along the way only to find them locked, finally stopping when he finds a door that seems to be open.

He quickly peers into the room just to make sure that it’s empty before gently pulling you into the dark space, lit only by the natural light that shines in through the windows, and closing the door.

You're still laughing breathlessly when you find your words again, Jake’s own breathy chuckle mixing with yours in the quiet of the room.

“Wha— Jake? What are you doing, you’re not supposed to see me in my dress before the ceremony!”

“Screw that, my girl needed me.” His warm hand is still in yours, his free hand moving to clasp your other one. That emerald gaze that you’ve come to know so well bores into you as he smiles down at you lovingly.

Your eyes lift to meet Jake’s and it’s like any and all nerves just melt away.

You always feel safe when Jake is near and just the sight of him now, being in his presence, has a toothy grin making its way onto your face.

Another giggle escapes you, trailing off into a content sigh as you look up at the gorgeous man in front of you.

The two of you just gaze into each other’s eyes for a long moment, and with a light shake of your head, your grin becomes coy.

“Hi.” You find yourself whispering into the quiet of the room.

Jake lets out a chuckle, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling up in the way that you love when smiles at you. “Hi.”

Without letting go of your hands, Jake takes a step back to really take you in for the first time since breaking you out of the bridal suite just a few minutes ago.

Finally getting a good look at you in your wedding dress that beautifully accentuates the shape of your body, your makeup done to perfection — though Jake doesn’t think you ever need it — and hair styled prettily but still flowing and free just the way he likes, renders your soon-to-be husband practically speechless.

All he can say is, “Wow…”

You can hear the pure awe in that one word and can’t help but smile bashfully, heat rising in your cheeks. Jake’s compliments still manage to make you flustered, even after all this time.

“Wow, yourself.” Your gaze sweeps up and down the length of his body, taking in the crisp black tuxedo and matching bow tie, and the white dress shirt underneath. Appreciating the way it fits him just right, how you’re still able to tell just how toned his body is even under the layers of clothing.

Jake’s hands tenderly squeeze your own, pulling you a little bit closer once again as his eyes search out your own. “You doing okay, honey?”

And though you were definitely feeling anxious before, you couldn’t be more content than you are now when it’s just the two of you, standing here holding hands with the love of your life.

“Yes,” You nod gently. “I’m just a little nervous.”

You look down at your joined hands before quietly continuing. “I just want this day to be perfect.”

“Hey,” Jake lightly swings your joined hands to get you to look up at him again, and when you do, you see that he’s still wearing that confident smile. “It’s going to be perfect because it’s all coming from you. And everything you do is perfect in my eyes.”

You have to bite back your giggle at his sentiment, in disbelief that this sweet man is soon going to be your husband.

“It’s going to be perfect because it’s us. Together.” You correct him with a playful grin.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jake’s hands leave yours, wrapping warmly around your shoulders to pull you in for a hug. Nestled in his embrace, your own arms wrap around his middle, your head moving to lean on his chest, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne as he leans his head on top of yours. “Together.”

The two of you stand like that for a few moments, wrapped snugly in each other’s warmth, Jake beginning to sway you just lightly as you breathe each other in.

It’s with your cheek pressed against his pec that you finally take a look around the room the two of you are standing in, realizing that it’s another suite similar to the one you had been getting ready in earlier.

“You know,” You lift your head from Jake’s chest to look up at him as you speak, a playful tone filling your words. “This feels oddly familiar to the night we met.”

“Sneaking off to a dark, empty room,” You continue with a growing smirk, arms unlatching from around Jake’s waist and pulling back just a touch, his own arms falling from around your shoulders. “Just the two of us.”

Your hands slide gently up Jake’s torso over the fabric of his suit jacket, up past his broad shoulders to rest at the back of his neck.

Jake’s gaze leaves you for just a moment to glance at the space around you. An airy laugh leaving his lips as his hands reach for your hips over the soft fabric of your dress to pull you a little bit closer, his green eyes falling back onto you.

Faces just inches away from one another, the two of you share matching silly grins as you think back to the night of your brother’s wedding. A look of pure love and adoration passing between your eyes and his as you both absorb the fact that you’re here, three years later, at your own wedding.

“Yeah, we’re just missing the champagne.”

Jake softly brushes his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as he leans in to connect his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

Tasting the remnants of the sweet mimosa on your lips, he hums against them before pulling back just slightly. “But it seems like you’ve already got that covered, Sweets.”

The familiar nickname paints his favorite smile on your lips that has Jake diving back in for another kiss, this one deeper as his tongue dips into your mouth to taste the lingering sweetness of champagne and orange juice on your tongue.

His large hands pull you in closer by the waist as your fingers find the short blonde hairs at the nape of his neck, a groan falling from Jake’s mouth and into yours as your fingernails gently scrape along his scalp.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your body still responds to his touch after all this time; your knees going weak, and you’re practically melting into him as you feel wetness begin to pool in the skimpy, lacy white panties of your bridal lingerie that you’ve been dying to show Jake since you picked it all out a few months earlier.

The kiss quickly becomes more heated, lips slotting feverishly together as though one can only find much-needed oxygen within the other’s mouth, tongues swirling in a well-known dance and relishing in the familiar taste of one another.

Jake’s hands are all over you, pulling your body flush against his as he sucks your bottom lip between the both of his. Your skin feels hot from his touch even through the fabric of your dress, and the realization of his quickly hardening length pressing against your hip has you mewling against him.

Jake pulls back from the kiss, his gaze still hungry, but you also catch the mirth in his eyes as he chuckles at his bride-to-be.

“Always so needy for me.” He slowly shakes his head with that classic, cocky Jake Seresin smirk that still makes you weak in the knees.

“Me?!” You scoff, eyes wide as you look up at him incredulously, though you’re fighting back a smile because you know he’s right.

“Well, I’d say someone is also pretty needy.”

Your hand leaves the back of his neck to travel between your bodies to prove your point, reaching down to palm at his hard length through the fabric of his dress pants. Your brows raise in a playfully vindicated look that screams ‘I told you so’, as Jake lets out a groan at your touch.

“Yeah, o-okay.” Jake’s chuckle is breathless this time as you cup your hand around him a little more firmly, grinning up at him and batting your lashes. “Always needy for you too, Sweets.”

His hand wraps around your own to remove it from his bulge, already missing the friction as he brings your knuckles up to his lips in a sweet kiss before letting it go.

Before you even know what’s happening, both of Jake’s hands are reaching down to grip your thighs through all the layers of lace and tulle, a squeak emitting from your throat as he sweeps you off your feet and carries you over the nearest wall.

“Jake! What are you-” Your arms circle around his shoulders, legs parting of their own volition to make room for him between them. Bracketing his hips as your back lightly hits the wall, the fabric of your dress all bunched between the two of you exposing your calves as he holds you in his strong grasp.

Large palms wrapped around the underside of your thighs, his weight pressed against your front and the wall at your back keep you upright as you giggle in your soon-to-be husband’s arms.

Jake is beaming back at you, the adoration in his green eyes clear as they crinkle up due to his grin.

“I love you, so much.” He lifts a hand up to your face, the backs of his fingers caressing along the soft skin of your cheek and Jake shakes his head as if he can’t believe that this is real, that you’re real.

He leans in to press a soft, but dizzying kiss to your lips before murmuring against them, “I wanna show you how much.”

A part of you feels like you could cry at the sincerity in his voice, at just how well Jake loves you and how he’s never shy to make it known.

But mostly, you just feel the white-hot pooling of arousal growing in your belly, your eyes glazing over with a look of both love and lust as you gaze back at him.

“Yeah?” You nod up at him in a daze, biting back a grin as you take in the hunger in those pretty green eyes.

“Yeah.” He places a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth that makes you whimper and you can feel his smile against your skin. “Let me show you.”

You nod your head again, mind in a haze of want at the feel of his warm breath on your skin, your hands squeezing at Jake’s broad shoulders.

Feeling the velvety-soft fabric of his black suit jacket beneath your fingers, it’s only then that you’re shaken out of your stupor and you remember where you are – what today is.

“Wait-wait, Jake, we can’t!” Your fingers continue to absentmindedly play with the fabric covering his shoulder. We’re supposed to be getting married like… now.”

You can’t help but giggle at the predicament you’ve found yourselves in, though it’s very unsurprising for you and Jake.

Jake’s laugh mingles with your own as you begin to lightly shake your head, and you feel his strong shoulders shrug beneath your grasp as you watch his lips quirk up into a mischievous grin.

“All our guests–” Jake interrupts your words with another quick peck on your lips, laughing at your stunned expression.

“The guests…can wait.” He states matter-of-factly. “Can’t exactly have a wedding without the bride and groom, now can they, Sweets?”

Jake’s smile is smug and you can’t fight the one materializing on your own lips as you continue to shake your head.

“Besides, would we really be us if we didn’t sneak off to have sex at a wedding?” He finishes off the question with a kiss to your jaw before trailing his lips down the column of your throat, lightly nipping at the skin of your neck – careful not to leave a mark – before soothing it with his tongue.

Jake was right. It had happened the night you first met at Bradley and Natasha’s wedding, and had become a tradition of sorts for the two of you at every wedding you’d been to in the three years since – and there have been quite a few.

You can feel your resolve quickly beginning to crumble as Jake presses his hips more firmly against yours, his hard length pressing up against where you need him most, the friction not nearly enough through all the layers of fancy clothing. You’re already soaking through your panties for him and you know you’re a goner.

You drop your head onto Jake’s shoulder with a sigh, before looking back up at him through your lashes.

“Fine, but we have to be quick.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you give in, but with the most stern tone you can muster and it only makes Jake laugh.

“Ain’t nothing slow about me, sweetheart.” You can’t stop the snort that escapes you, or the playful roll of your eyes at his words, leaning up to kiss that stupid grin off of Jake’s face.

“Please, just– just shut up and fuck me already, Seresin.” you manage to get out through your giggles.

“With pleasure.” Jake’s lips claim yours in a hungry kiss and you feel one of his big hands venture underneath the skirt of your dress, traveling up your thigh and past the frilly fabric of your white garter in search of your core.

When his fingers brush against the damp lace of your panties, you choke out a gasp against his lips and Jake pulls back to take in your expression — your brows furrowed in pleasure and eyes heavily hooded with need. His kiss-swollen lips lift up into a smug smirk as he feels how wet you are for him.

Jake’s deft fingers press more firmly against that wet spot, rubbing along your seam through the damp fabric. You can’t hold back your whine, already writhing against him as his thumb finds your clit, expertly circling it through the lace.

“So wet and I’ve barely even touched you.” He breathes out a laugh and there’s a hint of smugness to his words — because of course there, it’s Jake — but you can also hear the awe present in his voice, see it in his emerald gaze that burns into you lovingly and it makes heat creep up your cheeks.

His hand dips beneath the waistband of your panties and you and Jake groan in unison as his fingers make a few quick circles around your wet, swollen clit.

Your head falls back against the wall behind you and Jake takes the opportunity to kiss at your neck again as his hand dips down further to collect more of your wetness.

“Already all ready for me, Sweets?” Jake’s words are whispered next to your ear as his fingers graze your entrance, your hips bucking toward them of their own volition.

“For you, ahh–” Your words are cut off by a shaky moan as Jake slides two long fingers inside of you, up to the knuckle in one swift motion. Your breath hitches and you’re practically melting against him, your voice already sounding wrecked as you whimper for him, “Always.”

Jake groans at how easily your slick walls envelop his fingers, gushing with new arousal as he fucks them in and out of your tight hole to get you ready for his cock -– not that you really need much prep with the way you’re already soaking his hand.

“Such a good girl for me.”

Your walls clench tight around his digits, from both the praise and the way he curls them inside of you, that coil in your belly quickly winding up.

“Fuck- Jake!” He can hear the desperation in your plea of his name, can feel it in the way your hips chase his fingers each time he pulls them almost all the way out. You’re already feeling so close, but you’re needy for more. Need to be full of him.

Your perfectly manicured nails dig into Jake’s bicep, the heel of your foot pressing into his backside in an attempt to pull him closer as you gaze up at him through your lashes. “Please, baby– need you.”

“I got you, honey.”

Your chin falls against your chest and you cry out as Jake scissors his fingers inside of you a few more times before they retreat completely, leaving you clenching around nothing and keening at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

The hand that was in your panties begins to trail slowly back down your thigh, and though you can’t see it through all the fabric of your skirt, you can feel the trail of slick it leaves along your skin in its wake.

As Jake clutches your thigh in his firm grasp to hold you more securely against the wall, his other hand moves to the tent in his tight trousers where his throbbing length has been neglected.

How he’s able to hold you up with one arm while the other hand unfastens his dress pants is beyond you, but it’s moments like this that you’re grateful to have a big, strong naval aviator for a husband-to-be.

Jake pushes his suit pants and underwear down just far enough to finally release his cock and you can’t help but moan at the sight of it. Long and looking almost painfully hard, the tip red and angry and weeping with precum.

Jake lets out a groan as he wraps a fist around his length, relishing in the friction as his hand moves along the shaft and works to spread the pearls of his arousal from his tip down to the base.

His hand then leaves his cock to push up the skirt of your dress as far as it can go.

Deft fingers pry the seat of your panties from where they stick to your slick-soaked core, and gingerly move the fabric to the side so he can access your dripping cunt before he grabs ahold of himself again.

Jake lines his tip up to your entrance and pushes in slowly, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that pushes the air out of your lungs, stealing your breath and leaving you dizzy with it as his tongue tangles with yours.

Your hands glide up the soft, expensive fabric on Jake’s arms, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as you gasp and writhe against him. Relishing in the feeling of him all over you.

His lips covering your own, short breaths mixing with yours as you both pant and moan into the frantic kiss. His strong body, solid as the wall behind you as his front presses taut against you to hold you up, his long cock pushing deep inside of you with every single thrust and leaving you feeling so unbelievably full of him.

Jake pulls back from the kiss and looks down to where the two of you are connected. His length glistening with your arousal as it moves in and out of your tight walls, your beautiful, intricate wedding gown all bunched around your hips as he fucks you, and he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him when he thinks about how crazy this is.

“Wha-what’s so funny?” You ask breathlessly through kiss-swollen lips, your eyes that had previously been shut tight in bliss now opening to search out his green ones.

“Just— this,” Jake’s gaze lifts to meet your eye as he continues to laugh, unsure if his brain is going fuzzy with pleasure, or if that’s just the intoxication of being with you.

“My beautiful, perfect bride,” his hips slow just a touch, pressing forward in a particularly hard thrust that has you gasping and clutching onto his shoulders tighter, you and Jake moaning in unison before he continues, panting through his words.

“All a mess for me — fuck– right before we’re supposed to say ‘I do’ in front of all our family and friends– and pretty much everyone we know.”

Your eyes widen, lips tugging up into a bashful smile and you can’t help but giggle along with him, burying your head in his shoulder and speaking into the soft fabric of his jacket as he continues to fuck you.

“Oh god… well, I’m sure there’ll be some time to steam the dress again before I have to walk down the aisle.”

You can feel Jake’s laughter reverberate against your cheek just before he cups your chin, lifting your face back up to be level with his and beaming at you with that megawatt smile. “There's my wife!”

You’re both still grinning when he pulls you in for another kiss. Teeth gnashing against one another’s, mingled laughter and moans coming out in breathy puffs against each other’s lips as his cock works inside of you, his hips still moving against yours at an even pace.

“This is crazy.” You can barely get the words out, still giggling between messy kisses.

“Yeah,” Jake punctuates with another press of his lips on yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and drawing out a quiet whimper as he pulls it back towards him and releases it before continuing.

“It is crazy,” – Another kiss – “You make crazy, Sweets.”

With one more firm peck to your lips, you feel both of Jake’s hands wrap tighter under your thighs, rough fingers squeezing your ass as he hikes you up a bit higher against the wall, pressing impossibly closer to keep you firmly in place.

The change of the angle combined with his thrusts accelerating in speed has you crying out loud as he ruts up into you, Jake’s lips moving to cover yours once again and muffle the sounds of your moans.

You shudder against him as his tip prods against that spongy spot inside you that makes stars appear behind your closed lids with each and every thrust, and you feel that coil beginning to tighten again, the familiar heat rapidly licking at the base of your spine.

Jake knows you’re close when your nails begin to dig into his shoulders through the jacket of his tux as you gasp for air, your lips parting from his with a string of saliva still connecting them for a moment that makes him growl as your head lulls back to lean against the wall. Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you quietly, breathlessly, cry out his name like a mantra.

Your body is sandwiched tightly between Jake’s and the wall as his length fills you, hips pinned to yours and barely able to pull out on each thrust for how tightly your walls are clamping around him, the coarse but neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock deliciously grazing your clit and setting your whole body alight.

He's the only thing keeping you upright when your orgasm hits you. His mouth swallows your cries as your whole body goes taut, holding Jake in a vice grip as you fall apart on his cock.

Jake can feel it as all of the tension leaves your body. He continues in slow, shallow thrusts, the quiet of the room only accentuating the salacious sounds of your release flooding around him as he works you through your high.

He pulls back from the kiss as your moans begin to subside to get a look at your fucked out, blissful expression.

Your eyes are still closed, lips parted and now devoid of any of the nude-pink lipstick shade you’d been wearing before, and your skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat.

Your chest rapidly rises and falls beneath the fitted white bodice of your wedding gown, accentuating your cleavage with each little pant as you try to catch your breath.

“So fucking pretty, honey,” Jake begins a light trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your warm cheek, and up to your hairline where he whispers against the slightly damp skin. “My beautiful bride.”

Your hands scramble for purchase on his back, whimpering as you attempt to pull him in closer.

“Jake- '' Your legs tighten around his hips, heels pressing against his backside where they’re crossed at the ankles, your desperate mewl mixing with Jake’s deeper grunt as the movement pushes him even deeper inside of you.

“‘M so lucky to- to get to call you my husband,” Jake swears that his cocks swells just that little bit more at your loving words. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you.”

“Fuck.” The sweet praise whispered from your pretty lips sends him into a tailspin.

You’ve barely come down from your high when Jake’s hips quicken their pace as he begins to chase his own release, the beginnings of overstimulation making you cry out a string of broken moans, incoherent whimpers of curses and his name.

The fullness and the delightful drag of his cock through your tight walls making you clench around him harder, and the assault of his tip against your g-spot leaving you feeling boneless, your grip on his shoulders tightens like you’ll float away at any moment.

The way your velvety walls are squeezing him, your release soaking his length and the obscene sound it creates as he continues to fuck into you, have Jake right on the edge of his own high.

His head falls to your shoulder where he grunts deeply into the crook of your neck.

“So good, baby. So good for me.” He praises, peppering sweet kisses to your hot skin, a stark contrast to the harsh force of his hips pounding against yours as they begin to lose their rhythm.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, Jake finishes inside you with a strangled groan. The familiar sensation of his cum filling your still-spasming walls pulls a contented sigh from your lips.

Jake’s lips dot a trail of soft kisses along the heated skin of your shoulder and neck, then under your jaw before he lifts his face to be level with yours. Pressing his forehead against your own, the two of you stay there just breathing each other in as you catch your breath.

When the groomsmen realize just how much time has passed with still no sign of Jake, and with only minutes until the supposed start of the ceremony, Bradley is seeing red.

For a moment, jumping to the worst conclusion — that Jake may be standing his little sister up on her wedding day — and he’s just about ready to murder the groom.

It’s only when Natasha knocks on the door to the groomsmens’ suite, looking frazzled as she asks him and the other Daggers if any of them have seen the bride, letting them know that you’ve gone missing as well, that Bradley and his wife both quickly come to the realization that the two of you must be together.

So, Natasha and Bradley begin the hunt to find the soon-to-be newlyweds, the latter rolling his eyes before grumbling, “They’d better not be off somewhere fucking.”

Natasha only responds with a snicker because she knows that’s probably exactly what the two of you were doing. She offers her grumpy husband a sympathetic look and gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze before they split up to search through the maze that is the halls of your wedding venue.

In no rush to move just yet, you and Jake just rest for a moment, foreheads pressed together, your body still sandwiched between his broad frame and the wall. His softening cock still inside of you, puffs of air warming each other’s lips as shallow pants become more steady breaths.

You know that you and Jake’s little er —detour— has almost definitely put things behind schedule for your big day, but in this moment you honestly couldn’t care less.

When it’s just you and the love of your life, bodies intertwined and relishing in each other’s warmth, shared breaths becoming one, you can’t help but think that this day already couldn’t be more perfect.

You feel a flurry of excitement, your heart bursting at the thought that it’s always going to be like this. Solace in the fact that you’re Jake’s and he’s yours, that this is only the beginning of the rest of your lives together.

He seems to share in the sentiment, pulling back to admire you for a moment before you feel his smile against your skin when he lightly presses his lips to your forehead.

One of his hands reaches up to cradle your cheek, those green eyes are boring down into your own with that look of pure adoration once again as Jake moves to speak.

“God, I can’t wait to marry you,” His voice is breathy and full of awe–almost a laugh, eyes crinkling up at the corners in that way that you love as his smile begins to take up more of his face. “I’m so happy that you’re gonna be my wife.”

“Jake…” If you thought your heart was bursting before, you think it’s about ready to break free from your chest now, your eyes glistening with emotion as you lovingly look up at him through your lashes.

“You’re gonna make me cry and I don’t want to mess up my makeup any more than I probably already have,”

The two of you share a quiet laugh, smitten as ever as your hand makes its way up to cover his where it still rests on the side of your face. “But, to have you as my husband… I couldn’t be happier.”

Jake leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before whispering against them. “Love you, Sweets.”

It’s only after you return his kiss and those three little words that have become as easy to you as breathing, that Jake finally pulls out of you and the two of you let out a simultaneous sigh.

He reaches down to where the mix of his and your release begins to dribble out of your spent hole, a shattered moan falling from your parted lips as your head lulls back against the wall once more.

Your legs begin to shake from the overstimulation as two of Jake’s long fingers push his cum back into you, expertly thrusting them in and out a few times before pulling them out again, and you find yourself grateful for the sturdy wall behind you when he purposefully brushes them against your oversensitive clit, leaving you breathless as he shifts your panties back into place to keep his cum inside.

Your mind is cloudy of all things but Jake — his scent and his warmth and the feeling of his hands all over your skin, his pretty green eyes and his voice and his gorgeously cocky smirk — each one of your senses being invaded by him and you couldn’t be more content.

And, you love knowing that underneath all the layers of fancy lace and tulle, right before the biggest moments of your lives, that you have his cum inside you.

Just as you part from one another, a knock on the door causes you to jump.

You can hear Natasha out in the hall calling out your names and you and Jake share a look, wearing matching guilty smiles.

However, it’s not long before his smile shifts into a more of a smirk, and you have to bite back a giggle as he rolls his green eyes playfully before leaning in to peck your cheek, pulling back to mouth the words ‘you good?’.

With your grin and nod of confirmation, Jake leaves you with one more kiss, fastening the button on his pants and straightening out his dress shirt as he makes his way over to the door.

He pulls it open, still wearing that signature smirk on his face and Natasha glances up at him before she cautiously peeks her head in to see you too, hair smoothed out as much as you could manage on such short notice, the skirt of your wedding dress now back in place and hiding the fact that Jake’s cum is soaking through your underwear and beginning to drip down your thighs.

“Thank god you’re clothed. I wasn’t looking to get scarred for life today.” Natasha breathes a sigh of relief and steps fully into the room.

“You’re lucky you didn’t find us five minutes earlier.” Jake chuckles as you lightly smack his chest, that ever-cocky smile on his handsome face that you’ve come to love so very much over these last three years.

You can’t help but snicker along with him when you catch sight of Natasha’s nose wrinkling in disgust.

“Ok, ew… And you’re lucky I found you and not Bradley.” Natasha gives Jake a glare before clapping her hands in front of both of your faces. “Now come on, hurry the fuck up. The ceremony — your wedding ceremony — is about to start soon.”

You nod your head frantically, as if only just remembering where, and when, you are.

“Right, yeah! I just gotta go… clean up a bit.” you squeak out to your sister-in-law with a bashful grin before scurrying off the bathroom of the suite you’d snuck into.

Natasha just gives Jake a deadpan look that conveys her slight disgust before leaving the room, making her way out into the hall to call Bradley and let the him know that she’s located the happy couple.

After taking care of the mess between your legs and wiping off the smudged remnants of your lipstick in the bathroom mirror, you return to find Jake, who’s leaning up against the wall opposite the door, looking cool and calm and handsome as ever in his tux.

Making your way over to him, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting out a little snort as your hands reach up to delicately fix his hair where it sticks out in a few places—no doubt from your tugging on it during your recent activities.

Once Jake’s golden locks are back in a more presentable state, you smooth a hand down the nape of his neck, leaning up to attach your lips firmly to his.

Jake groans into it as his mouth moves against yours with just as much fervor, his hands reaching blindly for your waist to pull you in closer, and the two of you share one last passionate kiss that you hope conveys both your love for him and your excitement to be marrying him — though Jake already knows.

“Alright, Natasha’s going to kill me if I don’t get back in the next two minutes.” You pull away from his lush lips, reluctantly and breathlessly, wanting to live in this moment with him forever.

Your arms unwrap themselves from behind Jake’s neck, but you don’t get very far when he reaches out to take one of your hands in his own, and you can tell he’s just as reluctant to end the moment too when he brings it up to his lips to kiss a trail from your knuckles to the tips of your fingers.

“Yeah, I’m not really looking forward to dealing with your brother either.”

His words make you laugh in that sweet, boisterous way that he’s so ready to hear for the rest of his life and with that, Jake chuckles and lets you go, his hand still holding onto yours until you’re too far out of reach.

Jake calls out your name just as you reach the door and you stop short, turning around to face him just as you pull it open. You stand in the threshold, brows raised, and look at him expectantly.

“See ya out there, my beautiful bride.”

You’re surprised your cheeks don’t perpetually hurt from how much this man makes you smile.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, my dashing groom.” You leave him with a playful wink and that intoxicating smile, in a flash of flowing white fabric as you quickly retreat into the hallway.

Jake chuckles to himself, moving over to the mirror to make sure he looks presentable, smoothing a hand over his hair and giving himself one last once-over before he makes his way back to his groomsmen.

Trailing behind Natasha, you quickly make your way through the halls back to the bridal suite, giving her your most innocent smile when she peers back at you over her shoulder with a pointed look.

Your sister-in-law sends you a half-hearted scoff and a playful roll of her brown eyes, but you can see the smirk just beginning to grow at the corner of her lips before she turns and reaches out to open the door.

“Come on.” Natasha half laughs, half groans, ushering you into the room.

Before you know it, you’ve got a plethora of people surrounding you once again — one giving your dress a very last minute steam to get rid of any wrinkles your activities with Jake a few minutes earlier had caused, others rushing around to touch up your hair and makeup and to finally pin up your veil. Although, this time around, you find that you’re unbothered. Feeling a lot more at ease, and you’re back in tip-top shape in record time.

You’re practically vibrating in excitement and anticipation as Natasha and the rest of your bridal party shower you with hugs and their own squeals of excitement and encouragement before they make their way outside to the beautifully set up venue to get into their places for the ceremony.

You give yourself one final once-over in the mirror, unable to curb the smile that grows at how beautiful you feel.

It's only a few moments later when Bradley pokes his head in the door once more to ask if you’re ready. He takes in the giddy — and much more self-assured than earlier — smile on your face when you turn to him and nod your head excitedly.

“Ya know, you can still back out of this if you wanted.” Your brother jokes, his tone teasing as his mustached lips form into a sly grin.

With a punch to your older brother’s shoulder, you pin Bradley with a pointed look and a sarcastic ‘ha ha’.

“Come on, I’m sure the Bronco would make a great getaway car!” He chuckles as your eyes widen in surprise.

“Bradley!” You move to punch his arm again, but he quickly ducks out of the way this time, and though your eyes are now narrowed at him in a feigned scowl, Bradley can tell that you’re not really angry with him by the way your lips are fighting back pulling up into a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to hold my peace when that part comes up.” He raises his hands up in surrender and you can’t help but laugh along with Bradley’s joke, though not without a playful shake of your head and roll of your eyes.

“You better!” Your big brother flinches as you lurch at him again, but this time, instead of hitting him, your fingers reach up to pinch his ear and it’s like the two of you are kids again; you giggling maniacally while Bradley — now a big, tough 6’1 fighter pilot — yelps in pain, arms flailing as he tries to get out of your grip.

He’d probably pull your hair like he did when you were kids too, if it wasn’t all styled to perfection with your beautiful sheer veil pinned to the crown of it, all ready for your big day.

“I will, I will!” Bradley hisses through his teeth, chuckling as you release your hold on him to grab your bouquet that’s a beautiful mix of both yours and Jake’s favorite flowers, and then move to link your arm with his to begin the path down the hall. The path to the rest of your life and you couldn’t be more excited.

As your brother guides you through the venue’s winding halls towards the doors to where the outdoor ceremony is being held, a gentle grin befalls your lips as you think about how you got here — and your big brother’s part in all of it.

“You know… I know you told all the guys at your wedding to steer clear of me.”

Bradley stops in his tracks at your divulgence, pulling you to a quick stop as well and nearly tripping you over your heels and the fabric of your long wedding gown.

“You wha- huh? You know?!”

Admittedly, Bradley thought he was taking that secret to his grave.

“Yeah, I know.” You can’t help but giggle at your brother’s flustered expression. “Jake told me, a few months after we started dating.”

You’ve known for almost three years and you never said anything. Huh.

Bradley stands there with his lips parted, but no words are coming out. He’s still in shock at the fact that you’re laughing about this.

“So… you’re not mad?” He asks the question apprehensively, a grimace on his face as he awaits your answer.

“No, I’m not mad.” You shake your head, still smiling as an airy laugh escapes you.

“Well, maybe I was for like a second back then. But, I appreciate how much you want to protect me, Bradley. Even if it does make you an idiot sometimes.”

You playfully roll your eyes and Bradley finally relaxes, shoulders dropping as he laughs along with you.

“For what it’s worth, you and Jake actually aren’t a half-bad couple.” You playfully smack his chest in response to the — albeit sweet — jest.

“Thank you.” You beam up at your brother, content knowing that that’s his way of letting you know he truly is happy for you and Jake.

Bradley links his arm with yours again and continues leading you towards the doors. “I wish Mom and Dad could see how beautiful you look today. They’d be so proud.”

“Oh, come on, Bradley! You’re gonna make me cry off my makeup!” You whisper-yell at him half jokingly as you finally reach the doors that will lead you out to the ceremony — to where you’ll very soon be married to the love of your life.

“Me too.” Giving Bradley’s arm a gentle squeeze, the two of you share a smile, knowing that your parents will be there in spirit. And grateful for the fact that your uncle Mav who’s always been like a third parent to you will be there too. “Now, come on. Let’s go get me married!”

The wedding ceremony goes off without a hitch — albeit a little bit later than planned.

When the music starts and Bradley walks you down the aisle, you’re surrounded by the smiling faces of friends and family.

Although, your eyes are only on Jake — looking so unbelievably handsome in his tux and his wide smile and you can’t believe just how lucky you got — and his mossy green eyes are focused on only you.

Both of your eyes shine with tears and it’s as if only the two of you exist in that moment when you meet him at the altar, the two of you happily joining hands with matching lovesick grins adorning your faces.

Though he’ll never admit it — and Natasha will never let him live it down — Bradley definitely shed a few tears himself as he listened to you and Jake exchange your vows.

It’s been a long day of running around getting ready for the ceremony — and sneaking off for a quickie, of course — before marrying your soulmate in front of practically everyone you know, then taking countless family photos and enjoying a cocktail hour with your friends and family showering you and Jake in congratulations and well wishes.

But, it’s all worth it because you’re finally able to call Jake your husband and you couldn’t be happier.

You’re both more than ready for the reception, ready to let loose and enjoy your time together as a newlyweded couple.

After a nice dinner comes the best man and maid of honor speeches from Javy and Natasha, and a speech from Uncle Mav that includes a few embarrassing anecdotes about your childhood that have you giggling as you hide your face in Jake’s shoulder.

Then it’s time for the newlyweds to make a toast before sharing your first dance to Fleetwood Mac’s Everywhere, the first song you and Jake danced to on the night when you met three years ago at your brother’s wedding.

The two of you hold each other close and sway along to the music without a care in the world, Jake dipping you towards the end of the song and claiming your lips in a long kiss that has the entire room cheering — although again, it’s as if you and Jake are the only two who exist in that moment.

When Jake pulls back from the kiss, one of his large palms is still cupping your cheek, fingers gently grazing your skin as his green eyes gaze down at you in adoration.

“I can’t believe you’re my wife.” He lightly shakes his head in disbelief. “I’m never gonna stop saying that — my wife.”

You’re smiling against one another’s lips as you pull Jake down for another kiss, giggling when you mouth parts from his.

“I love you so much, my husband.”

You can see that familiar look of both adoration and hunger beginning to overtake Jake’s features in response to your words as your first dance comes to an end.

After sharing what would traditionally be a father-daughter dance with Mav, he returns you into your husband’s loving arms as others begin to join in on the fun, the dance floor now filling up with your guests.

Jake sees his opportunity to whisk you away from the dancefloor, using the commotion to make a sneaky getaway — again.

You should be used to it by now — his large hand warmly encompassing yours and pulling you along with him — but you still can’t help the giggles that break free as you quicken your pace to match his as best as you can in your heels, sprinting until the two of you have disappeared from dancefloor, and soon from your wedding reception entirely.

Out of the ballroom doors and into the empty hallway, the loud music and sounds of your guests having fun now a muffled to barely-there background noise, you find yourself alone with Jake. Your husband.

You pull on Jake’s hand to bring him to a stop in front of you, turning him around and pulling him in closer to you as you lean your back against the closed door, gazing up at him with a lip-bitten smile.

“What are we doing?” You question through a breathless laugh, although you’re pretty sure you already know the answer.

Jake’s broad frame crowds you in closer to the door and you find your breaths coming in quicker as he presses the front of his body up against yours.

Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down even closer, his nose gently brushing yours, lips just shy of touching your own. His breath fans against them and it sends a shiver down your spine, a jolt going straight to your core when he speaks.

“Well, we’ve gotta consummate our marriage, Sweets.” Jake whispers against you, his mouth just barely grazing your own. “And I’d like to consummate it as soon as possible.”

The evident hunger in his voice has you frantically nodding against him, eyes still squeezed shut when you feel his front press impossibly closer to you — and the growing bulge there. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, honey. Gonna consummate the shit out of you.”

Jake’s whispered words, and their mirthy tone, have you bursting into a fit of giggles, your head falling back against the door behind you. His own laugh joins in with yours as you shake your head at his silliness. You love this man so much.

Your hands reach up to the sides of his neck to pull your husband down for a kiss, lips and teeth clashing as neither of you can break the smiles from your faces.

“You’re such a dork, Seresin.” You whisper sweetly against Jake’s lips.

“Yeah, but you love it… Mrs. Seresin.” His large hands squeeze your hips, both the heat you feel on your skin through the lacy fabric of your dress and the name making you giddy.

“Well… lead the way, Mr. Seresin!”

You’re unable to contain the massive smile that breaks out on your face as Jake presses one last kiss to your lips, before grabbing your hand and beginning to pull you along with him once more, and you don’t care where takes you as long as your hand gets to be intertwined with his for the rest of your lives.

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sometimesanalice · 5 months ago

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Call My Bluff

Summary: Rooster and Hangman have always attracted attention wherever they go. You aren't jealous, it’s just getting hard to ignore. It’s a good thing they're more than happy to remind you just who you belong with.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Length: 5.8k

Warnings: smut and a dash of angst (mdni)

(author's note: this fic is set in the Up the Ante universe, however it can be read on it's own!)

You knew you were staring- casually observing, one could argue- but it was hard to pull your gaze away from Jake at the bar.

He had gone to get another round of drinks for everyone more than ten minutes ago. It was a busy night at the Hard Deck, but not that busy. It really shouldn’t have surprised you though to realize why he was held up, especially with the way his tight white t-shirt was offsetting his end of summer tan. He’s always been too damn charming for his own good, especially when it was paired with that deep rooted sense of southern hospitality.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence to see Hangman getting hit on by another woman. However, it was the second time that night he’d been approached by the same woman with all too interested eyes and an enticing smile.

“If I didn’t know better,” Rooster says, sliding up to you and squeezing your hip, “I’d say you’d look like you were jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” It comes out a bit too short to be believable.

He just gives you a knowing look, amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. “Well, you know I think you look gorgeous in pretty much everything. Including that particular shade of green.”

You let out an annoyed huff and take distracted sip of the remnants of your drink, which was now mostly melted ice cubes with an essence of gin.

Bradley just chuckles lightly and takes a quick glance around the room before pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head.

“I’m sure I could think of a couple ways to distract you," he offers.

You’ve been enjoying this something with them over the last few months. The three of you fell into everything so easily, but it wasn’t something you’d put a label on yet. You’ve always been the type of woman who likes having all the answers, but with them- with this- for the first time in your life you were ok with not having them.

There were electrifying nights the three of you spent together. And there were peaceful nights you spent home alone. There were times it was just you and Rooster and other times when it was just Hangman and you. There was time spent in beds and out of them. There were sunny days spent on the beach. There were hours spent taking road trips and exploring your new state. There were nice dinners out and quiet nights in. There were reservations made for two and there were tickets bought for three.

It was a new dynamic for you, and something you’d never could have expected. And you’ve been happy.

Really, really happy.

But over the last couple of weeks, it’s been hard ignoring the voice in the back of your head that has been filling your brain with all the what-ifs.

What if this isn’t working for them the way it was working for you.

What if this causal arrangement you have with them isn’t enough.

Or worse, what if you’re being selfish with them.

As you watch Hangman with that smooth smile on his face- but without a trace of those dimples you know so well- as he talks to the pretty girl near his elbow, you can’t help but wonder if this something – with him, with them- comes with an expiration date.

The room feels too small with the crowd of people- with their loud chatter and booming bursts of laughter- and all the too big thoughts swirling around in your head. Everything feels like too much, from the rings of ceramic mugs on the ceiling to the string lights and model planes around the bar to the patches covered walls.

“I’ll be right back,” you murmur, stepping out of Bradley’s grasp.

He hums, letting you know he’d heard you, giving you your space before drifting over to the pool table where the rest of the Daggers are gathered around.

And then you walk straight out the front door and leave.

You’ve been home for less than an hour when you hear a set of car doors shut with a heavy thud outside of your house. And there’s no question in your mind about who it could be.

The two quick, sharp raps on your front door only a few moments later confirm what you already knew.

You’d turned your phone off the moment you’d gotten in your car, wanting some time to yourself, not in any kind of mood now to be around other people. The only thing you could think of had been getting home so that you could simmer in peace. You had just wanted to get your head back on right without feeling like the walls were pressing in on you.

You open the door to see Rooster standing there looking pissed. His big arms crossed over his chest, jaw tight, and lips pressed firmly together in a flat line. Jake is just a step behind him, leaning against the porch post with his poker face already in place, a pretty picture of nonchalance.

“We tried calling,” Bradley rasps, the words clipped and short. You can tell he’s trying to keep his temper in check, but there was no missing the storm cloud behind his eyes.

You blink at him and drum your nails on the side of the door, giving him a flippant shrug. And Jake lets out a low disapproving whistle that grates on your already ragged nerves.

Rooster lifts an eyebrow at you like really. He’s always been the more hot headed one of the two of them. You know this cold shoulder act of yours is pushing his buttons, and you’re surprised he hasn’t called you out on it yet.

Not that you’d probably answer him anyways.

The last thing you want to do is talk.

It was why you left in the first place.

You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t want to think. And you really didn’t want to deal with your feelings.

Sex was easy. Sex was fun. Sex wasn’t complicated.

Everything else is exactly what you’d been trying to get away from, and instead all you’d done was have it delivered directly to your doorstep.

“I don’t remember inviting either one of you over,” you state, coolly, doing your best to feign indifference.

Rooster’s mouth drops opens, but Hangman is quicker on the draw. “And yet, here we are,” he says, stating the obvious, then mirroring the same brazen shrug you’d given the glowering man in front of you. “Guess the question is, are you going to let us in?”

You know without a doubt that if you said no they’d respect your decision and walk themselves right back to Jake’s truck and out of your drive away. You could have your space to simmer, just like you’d wanted.

What you’d thought you wanted.

…

Or.

Or maybe you just needed to remind yourself what exactly this is. Since there’s not much room to think when you’re too busy coming.

You drag your gaze from Bradley’s smoldering whiskey brown eyes to Jake’s all too observant sea green ones, before spinning away from them to saunter down the hallway towards your bedroom.

Knowing you still have the full weight of their twin stares on you, you reach for the hem of the oversized shirt from your college days that you’d thrown on the second you’d arrive home and tug it up and off, dropping it on the floor right before you turn the corner and out of their view.

There are a few noises you’re able to pick out in the too quiet of your house over your thundering heartbeat as you flick on the switch to the lamp in the corner of your room. The click of the front door being shut and the deadbolt turned into place. The sound of their sturdy soled shoes being toed off at the entry. The low baritone of Hangman’s murmured drawl, although the words that are spoken are too soft for you to make out.

And then the one you’d been anticipating the most, their weighty footsteps coming down the hallway to your bedroom. They’ve always teased you about it, with all of the soft pinks and creamy neutrals, and how it looks too sweet, too pure for a woman who enjoys taking two cocks as much as you do. But you’d seen the gleam in their eyes and the gears turning in their heads when they’d help you set up your pretty white wrought iron bedframe; it was the one thing they’d never commented on, especially since you were more than happy letting them tie you up to it.

You’ve just shimmied out of your panties- still bent at the waist- when you hear Bradley groan behind you. You linger there a moment longer than you need to, making sure he gets a good look at you like this. From reflection in the mirror that’s hung on your wall, you can see that the irritation is still rolling off of him in waves, but so is the heat of his want as he watches you stand back up with greedy, appreciative eyes.

Turning back towards him you let him take his fill of your naked body, one hip temptingly tipped to the side, daring him to be the one first to make a move.

Rooster slowly drags his heated gaze over you before he pulls his t-shirt over his head in that one-handed way that men do before pitching it off to the side. His broad chest is already starting to turn your favorite shade of flushed pink.

“How can a girl as pretty as you be so goddamn frustrating?” he mutters as he flicks open the button of his tight jeans. Only unzipping them enough to release some of the pressure off his visibly hard cock in a way that shows you just how turned on he is.

You feel high off of your own self-satisfaction as it twists and swirls in your chest.

“I think she just likes keeping us on our toes,” Hangman drawls, entering the room. A slight look of amusement coasts over his handsome face as he looks from you to Rooster. Clearly content to wait for the two of you to work whatever’s going on out of your systems.

You skim your fingers up your body and cup your breast in your hand. “What? You don’t think you can keep up, Rooster?” you challenge. He tips his head back up towards the ceiling and forces out a breath through pursed lips. And you’re tempted to see just how far you can push him.

“Oh, darlin’,” Jake chuckles, shaking his head, “You’re determined to trouble tonight, aren’t you?”

“And if I am?” you taunt, rolling your nipple between your fingers. Two sets of eyes hone in on the motion, but no one makes a move. “But if you both are just going to stand there, I’ve got a vibrator that works just as well- if not better.”

You’re trying to goad them. You know it and they know it.

Rooster struts up to you, grabbing a handful of your ass and hauls you against him. He’s thick and firm against your stomach. “If you’re going to act like a brat, then I’m going to treat you like a brat, baby,” he murmurs into the hinge of your jaw, “Now, get on the bed.” He punctuates the order with a swift, firm flat-handed slap.

And for the first time since you’d left the bar, you grin. Feeling entirely too pleased with yourself, even with the lingering sting of his handiwork.

This. This is what you want.

You want demanding fingers and the scrape of teeth on your skin. You want messy mouths and generous tongues. You want fast and hard and filthy and rough. You want to hear their heavy breaths and moans and curses. You want to give and to take, only for them to reward you with more.

You want as much of them as you can have, for as long as you can have them.

Bradley basically herds you to the bed while Jake watches on with a smirk, not that you needed much convincing anyways. The second you’re stretched across it, Bradley is on top of you wedging himself and those wide shoulders of his between your thighs.

There’s no build up, no gentle lead in. Rooster’s mouth is set on ruination.

He’s had you enough times that he knows exactly how to flick and circle and lave over you in a way that will end with white noise in your ears and starbursts behind your eyelids. His tongue is unrelenting on your clit, showing you no mercy as you start to quake under his touch.

It’s dizzying how fast he’s gotten you so spun up. Your breaths are coming out ragged and uneven as your fingers dig into the fabric of your gauzy duvet. And every time you whimper, he rewards you with a groan that only ripples up and throughout your keyed up body.

You’re right there, so so close to unraveling.

And then he pulls his mouth off of you, “Why’d you leave?”

A shocked gasp escapes you. At the timing of the question and the way he bites the fleshy part at the crease of your thigh.

“Bradley.” You keen as he sucks the very same spot, like he wants to mark you as his own.

“C’mon now, Bradshaw,” Jake tuts, from where he’s leaning against the door jamb, “Our girl was so close.” His ankles casually cross over each other, looking right at home as he watches you get eaten out by another man.

Rooster scoffs. “She can come as much as she wants, after she answers the damn question.” He brings the hand that had been gripping your hip over the center of you. “How about this,” he says, sinking a single thick finger into you, “Consider this a show of good faith.”

And then he has the audacity to send you a smirk.

“Fuck you, Rooster,” you huff, tilting into his touch. Bradley just hums and rolls his eyes, because he knows you well enough to tell when you actually mean it and when you don’t.

“You could be,” he reminds you. Then crooks his finger just enough to show you how devastatingly good it could be if he wasn’t set on edging an answer out of you.

You roll your hips trying to take more. To get him to give more. Anything to get you to that heady place again, where the only thing keeping you grounded in the moment is their bodies against yours.

“That’s it, sweetheart, keep riding his fingers.” Hangman’s hot gaze roams all over you as he crosses the room to sit down on the bed next to you. He reaches out and runs a big hand down your sternum, you arch into it offering more of yourself up to his touch. You know he’s feeling every jump of the muscles in your stomach under his heavy hand as he rests it in the soft space under your bellybutton.

You suck in a breath when Bradley teases you with a second finger. He only allows you one heartbeat of hope before he denies you that more, more, more you’re desperate for.

But he wasn’t the only one in the room capable of giving you exactly what you wanted.

“Jake, come on, fuck me.” You look up at him from under your lashes, hoping he’ll be the one to cave first.

“You’re a regular poet laurate, aren’t you,” Jake states, shaking his head at you.

You shoot him a glare. “I’ll write you a haiku later, just make me come.”

You feel a puff of air over your cunt from Rooster’s amused chuckle. It causes you to clench around his finger, but it’s not enough to get you there.

You try to reach for Hangman’s cock, still confined in the snug jeans he was wearing. He doesn’t even give you the chance to undo the top button before he catches your hand in his. “Nuh-uh, greedy girl, none of that.” Hangman presses the palm of your hand over his length, showing exactly what you’re being denied. “Not sure you’ve earned this, not after your disappearing act.”

“Not you too,” you pant. Weren’t sure if it was the weight on your chest or the sheer want of them that was making it hard for you to get a proper breath.

“Yes, me too. I don’t think you realize just how much you worried the old man,” Jake drawls, “You know that can’t be good for his heart.”

The old man between your trembling thighs takes the opportunity to rub his mustache over your needy clit, the friction of it almost makes you jump out of your too tight skin. And for an all too brief moment your mind blanks as need ricochets throughout your body, the only thing you can think of is how desperate you are to come.

Jake collects your other wrist in his warm hand and brings them up above your head. He leans over you, with your faces only a few inches apart you can smell the peppermint of his favorite mints on his breath.

“Leave them up there for me,” he murmurs. It’s a command that’s dressed up like a request.

He pauses a moment and searches your eyes, asking you a silent question with the resolved dip of his chin. You answer by curling your fingers into the edge of your mattress, it’s your first concession of the evening. The only one you’re planning on making.

Jake gives them a quick squeeze before he lets go, “Good girl.” His southern accent is smoother and richer than honey against your ear, it makes your toes curl in response.

“Oh, now you want to behave,” Bradley grumbles into your inner thigh, his slightly chapped lips scraping against your oversensitive skin. “Don’t forget, I’m still waiting for an answer, baby.”

His fingertip on your clit isn’t teasing anymore, now it feels like a taunt.

“Next question.” You dig your heel into his shoulder blade, urging him for more, but he doesn’t budge an inch.

Neither one of you are ready to fold.

You can feel the sweat starting to collect behind your knees where they’re resting over the overheated skin of Bradley’s shoulders as he alternates between slow, shallow thrusts and a featherlight touch of his calloused fingertip against your clit. Every now and then- if he’s feeling generous- he’ll treat you to his tongue, dipping out to taste and tease you.

Rooster takes his time in that thorough way of his to get your legs quivering and quaking. He keeps you teetering there, perfectly and precisely balanced on the edge. Not enough to get you off, but just enough to keep a steady flow of wetness dripping out of you. You don’t need to see his hand to know you’re making a mess out of him. Out of yourself. And probably out of your duvet.

Your body feels like a house of cards, just one breath away from toppling over. gust

“Jesus,” Jake says, his voice husky and rough, “I won’t ever get tired of seeing you like this.” His eyes feasting on your body that’s displayed just for their hungry gaze.

But he might, that voice in your head taunts you. They might.

You press your forehead into his denim covered thigh, it’s all too much and not enough all at once.

This wasn’t what you’d imagined when you’d invited them inside. You’d envisioned hand mussed hair and skin-on-skin and their flushed, satisfied faces. And so far, you were still the only one naked.

“You’re not… This isn’t…” Your fingers flex as your arms strain with the effort to keep them where they are raised above your head. “Why are you still dressed?” you hotly demand, not ready to forfeit this one-sided fight.

“I’m just here for the free show.” Hangman circles his finger lazily around your bellybutton. “You’ve been so determined to be so tight-lipped all night, but that pretty pussy of yours is sure making a lot of noise for a woman who hasn’t even been properly fucked yet.”

You’re hit with the realization that he’s giving you a taste of what you’d been dishing out since the moment they’d arrived, always one to give as good as he gets. It was just as hot as it was infuriating. Because that’s the thing about knowing how to push someone’s buttons was that they knew exactly how to push yours in return.

“You better watch your mout-ah.” You might have sounded almost convincing if Rooster hadn’t pumped three thick fingers into you suddenly, stretching and spreading you around them. You gasp and arch off the bed at the sensation. It’s the most he’s given you all night.

Jake tsks, flashing you his dimples. “But I’m having fun watching his mouth instead,” he says, nodding his head towards Bradley. “Speaking of, you got a little something on your chin there, Bradshaw.”

“That’s because arguing gets her wet.”

You can’t even deny it because the evidence is right there for them both to hear in the slick sound of him thrusting his fingers back into you. You press your head into the bed and try to arch your hips, but Jake’s firm hand pushes them back down, making you whine.

“Rooster, please, I just want to come.” And if it sounds like begging, it’s because you are now.

“And you know what I want, so it seems we’re at a stalemate.” You try to hitch your right leg open further, but Bradley hooks his arm around your thigh and pulls it back in, keeping you in place. “Baby, I’ve got all the time in the world. I’m a patient man. For as much fun as I’m having here trying to get an answer out of you, I’d much rather be coaxing orgasms from you instead.”

The frustration swells and crests inside of you. You’re tired of being toyed with when all you’d wanted was to not have to think for a while.

“Bradley, you can’t seriously expect me to want to have a damn heart-to-heart when your fingers are literally inside of me,” you fume.

“Ok, then.” He pins you with a pointed look and withdraws them, finally calling your bluff. “Can you please tell us what the hell is going on now?”

Jake tips your chin up to look at him, the congeniality replaced on his face with seriousness. “As much as I try to avoid agreeing with him, I think you owe us an explanation for why you left without saying a single word to either one of us, darlin’.”

“I didn’t realize I answered to you,” you say, haughtily. Not proud of yourself for getting short with them when they don’t deserve the heat of your irritation.

His eyebrows pull together in confusion. “Hey now, you know it’s not like that.”

“What’s it like then, Jake? It’s not like you’re-” you cut yourself off, pressing your lips tightly together.

Of course he doesn’t let it slide. “We’re not what?”

Him and Rooster exchange a look over the top of you when you don’t elaborate further, some unspoken understanding passing between them. The mood between the three of you shifting immediately.

Hangman tugs you up just enough for him to maneuver himself behind you and cradles you back against his chest, his arms winding themselves around your waist. As Bradley rests his chin on top of your thigh, his thumb making soothing circles on the swell of your hip, “We’re not what, baby?” And you’re not sure you’ve ever heard his raspy voice so soft before.

The silence stretches as you war with yourself. They know you well enough to know you need a moment. You’d made a career for yourself knowing the right words- the strategic kind- but when it came to communicating your feelings, you’d always found it so much harder to string them together.

This is the exact conversation you’d been trying so hard to run from, but you didn’t want to play games with them anymore.

Sharing your emotions makes you feel a thousand times more vulnerable than being naked in front of them ever has. With them you feel sexy and powerful and wanted, especially when you’re pressed between them like you are now. It’s a different kind of intimacy entirely letting them see the confusing mess of what’s going on inside your mind.

“Does this have anything to do with Rooster teasing you about being jealous earlier tonight?” Hangman asks, lifting an eyebrow. “Because you should know by now that I only have eyes for one girl.”

And there it is- bullseye.

Your gaze slides over to Bradley, “You told him about that?” He shrugs a broad shoulder, which jostles the thigh that’s still draped over it.

“He was concerned when we realized you weren’t at the Hard Deck anymore, we both were.” Jake cups your cheek and turns your face back to him, encouraging you to rest your head on his shoulder. “I asked him to fill me in on what I’d missed, because I thought we were having a good night up until I came back from the bar to learn you weren’t anywhere to be found and not answering your phone.”

The wave of guilt that washes over you makes your stomach churn uncomfortably. You’d been so inside your own head that you hadn’t taken even a moment to think about how they’d feel about your impulsive retreat. At the very least, you should have sent a text before turning off your phone.

You chew on your lower lip for a moment, before speaking, your voice quiet and tentative, “You can’t be jealous when you don’t have any real claim to someone.”

It’s not like you can be frustrated at anyone other than yourself. You were the one who wanted to try and keep things discreet. Casual. Because of your job and theirs. People talked enough on their own without you wanting to give them any more fuel to add to the smoking embers.

The rumors of your favorite aviators’ hook up had followed them for years since that first time it happened in Florida, just not many people knew that it had been you from the very start. You’d all kept in touch, but infrequent nights spent tangled in sheets before returning back to your real life was different than all of you being stationed together for the foreseeable future.

The ambiguity of what you all were to each other had chafed at you tonight in a way it never has before. It wasn’t something that you’d all talked about together before. After seeing the interest on the other woman’s face, you couldn’t deny that her and Jake had looked good together. But what you’d been most struck by was just how content and at ease he looked leaning there with an elbow at the bar.

It wasn’t a secret those closest to you all there was something going on between the three of you. After all, Bradley was affectionate and Jake was objectively the least subtle man on the planet. It wasn’t something you were hiding; it just wasn’t something you were actively trying to broadcast to all of NAS North Island.

But for the most part, they’d been following your lead since they knew you liked to keep your cards close to your chest. And while you liked to consider yourself an enigma, they were both looking at you right now like you were a book that only they were fluent in reading.

“‘Real claim’,” Jake repeats back to you, slowly. Like he’s not believing what he’s hearing. “Oh darlin’, where’d you get that idea?”

“Is that what this is all about?” Rooster’s eyes are intense as he looks at you. “Just because we’ve been keeping things casual doesn’t mean this thing between all of us isn’t the real deal. I’m not seeing or sleeping with anyone else. And I don’t want to.”

“I’m not either,” Hangman adds, running his hands along your sides. “I’ve got my hands more than full with you and I like it that way.”

You knew that they weren’t and they knew you weren’t too. Sex has always been the easier thing to talk about. That particular discussion had ended with the mix of their cum dripping out of you and too many orgasms to count.

But what happened if having fun turned into wanting more. You didn’t know how long they’d be fine with this dynamic, with splitting time and attention.

You look from one to the other. From green to brown. “And you’re both truly fine with sharing? I need you to be really honest with me.”

Bradley tilts his head at you, and asks, “You don’t think we’ve talked about this before?”

A surprised laugh almost slips out of you at the mental image of them hashing out their feelings during the commercials between some game on TV, but he’s looking at you so thoughtfully that you know he’s being entirely serious. The fact that this was something they’d already discussed between themselves on their own was news to you, especially considering you felt like you could barely get the words out yourself.

“I had no idea,” you admit, not sure whether to feel sheepish or not.

Jake tangles the fingers of your right hands together. “The way I see it is that even when you’re not with me, I know you’re with someone I know and trust, who cares about you just as much as I do. Someone who’s going to look out for you the same way that I would.”

You almost expect him to tack on a joke at Rooster’s expense at the end, a bit of banter or something to liven the mood, but he doesn’t. And the weight of his words sinks into you.

“And when we’re together? When it’s the three of us?” You reach out with your other hand to run your thumb along Bradley’s jaw, needing to touch him too.

“You know us pilots, we’re a competitive bunch. But we also work as well on our own as we do as a team.” Bradley explains, running his hands along the outside of your legs. “And what we do here together with you, it just feels like an extension of how we are up there.” Jake squeezes your hand in agreement.

“But how is this going to work? It’s already complicated enough when there are only two people in the equation.”

“You’re the one calling the shots here. You’re in charge and always have been ever since that first time in Pensacola,” Rooster reminds you. “We’re both here because we don’t want anyone else. This doesn’t need to be complicated. Whether you’re with him or with me or we’re all together. It’s already working just fine when you aren’t going ghost on us and ditching us without saying a word.”

You know you’re going to have to make it up to him. For as confident and sure of himself as Bradley Bradshaw is, you know the spots where he’s tender and tonight you were careless with them. You’re just grateful he’s going to give you the chance to make things right by him.

“We’re good. This is good,” Jake promises, leaning his forehead against your temple.

You feel like your heart might burst from the sheer affection you have for the two of them.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” you say, apologetically.

Hangman’s lips skim your cheek. “It’s water under the bridge, darlin’. But if you need space, tell us. Don’t just cut us off like that, ok?” You nod in agreement. “So what do you need from us? Do you want to call us your boyfriends?”

“I think I just…” You pause to mull over your words. They already were in all the ways that mattered, you just weren’t sure whether you were ready to define it entirely. At least not yet. “I think I just need to know that you’re happy. Just like this. With how we’ve been doing things.”

“Baby.” Bradley croons. So sweetly, so indulgently. And you get the first real smile you’ve seen from him since he arrived on your doorstep. It’s your turn to smile when he drops a kiss to the top of your thigh. “Are you happy?”

The answer is easy.

“Yes.”

He looks over at Jake. “And are you?”

Jake has his chin propped up on your shoulder. “I’m happy,” he confirms, kissing the spot behind your ear that always makes you shiver deliciously.

“And I definitely don’t have anything to complain about.” Rooster says, gesturing to his spot between your legs. You lightly tug on his hair and he laughs. “Yes, sweetheart, I’m happy too.” He reaches for your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it.

“So I was the only one overthinking things?”

“You sure were,” Hangman agrees, “You and that big brain of yours.” He trails open-mouth kisses up your neck. “Now have you straightened out your shit or are we going to have to do it for you?” he asks into the shell of your ear. You can feel the grin he’s wearing, and you’re positive if you turned to look at him you’d see those dimples of his.

“No promises,” you sing.

Because where’s the fun in that?

“There she is,” Bradley murmurs, honeyed and soft. A sigh escapes you when you feel his tongue along the inside of your thigh, even as your heart starts to race.

“That’s our girl.” Jake tips your head back, lips a whisper away from yours and desire reflected in his green eyes. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to kiss me until he makes you come. And then I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you while you apologize to Rooster for being so mouthy. We’re gonna remind you what it’s like to have two aviators wrapped around your little finger. Sound good?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply as he slips his tongue into your mouth at the same time Bradley licks into you. And you know this time you won’t have to beg for an orgasm, you’ll probably have to beg them to stop serving you them.

You feel yourself melt into them. The tension you’d been carrying since even before the bar fades with every one of their touches. Happy and content in knowing that they’re yours just as much as you are theirs.

And true to his word, you’re kissed through an orgasm. And another. And another.

That night, there are two mouths that never leave your body once.

Two sets of hands that are just as capable of keeping you grounded as they are giving you pleasure.

Two warm, strong bodies that give and take then hold you throughout the night.

Two men who- one day very soon - might possibly share your whole heart.

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 2 years ago

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Make my heart race chapter 2-frustration

Jake seresin x Fem!reader (racing at)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: tension, smut, oral sex (male receiving) thigh riding, doing dirty things in a car. 18+ minors go away.

Summary: you and Jake practice kissing, Jake gets mad and it leads to something else.

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Make my heart race masterlsit

Chapter 1

January 1995

You just nervously bit your nails as you drove in silence with Jake. You did that, you just did that, all of that.

“Didn’t mean for you to get kicked out,” Jake apologized as you got up towards your apartment, “got a bit too into it?” you said nothing more to him, only anxiously reaching for your bag. He was also trying to give it to you, causing you both to touch your hands. You jumped slightly before looking up at him. You’ve never seen him look slightly upset, not that you’ve known him long, but he never looked like this.

“It’s fine, and I’ll just call Bradley in the morning” You try and hold a smile, but he can tell you are upset.

“You can stay at my place if you want?” Jake offered, but you declined.

“I'll be good. What time do you want me at the track tomorrow?” You asked as you twiddled with your thumbs.

“Come by my place early; I think we should practice a few things” Jake rolled his window up and drove away.

***

You were unsure what Jake had planned, but kissing practice wasn’t what you had in mind.

“A good kiss will sell it,” he told you as you nearly spat the milk he gave you out.

“You’re kidding, right?” You raised an eyebrow at him as he moved his chair next to him.

“It’s not really about the kissing but what you do with your hands” He held your hands, and you were so flustered now. Jake just chuckled at your dismay, “you were all over me yesterday.”

“Yeah, I figured that was a one-time thing” you sat back in your chair. Jake already seemed frustrated.

“What did you expect?” He crossed his arm. You didn’t know. You were angry in the moment and didn’t. Think of what came after.

“Thought we'd just hold hands or something” you looked down at the plate of food he had one of his wait staff make, fiddling with your fork.

“Besides the kissing, we need nicknames,” He said, rubbing his chin and trying to think, “you go anything?”

“Mav and Brad called me Ace when I was younger,” you said, looking back at Jake. His eyes lit up for a second.

“That could work...” he said, leaning close to you. His breath smelled like toothpaste. You leaned in as well, your hands clenching.

“Don't clench ‘em. Put them on me,” Jake whispered, leaning closer. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He could feel your nervousness.

“Like this?” you asked timidly. Jake pondered momentarily before gently grabbing your hands and bringing them down toward his chest.

“Why don't we try this?” You could feel his pecs through his shirt—a blush formed on your cheeks.

“You’d look adorable like that,” Jake commented, making you even more flustered, “you like feeling me up like this, Ace?”

“You wish, hotshot,” Jake laughed, and you could feel it vibrate through his chest.

“Now you're getting it,” Jake said with a big grin, his shiny white teeth showing. He grabbed your chin and tilted it upwards, and your heart was pounding as you saw him close his eyes and bring your lips to his. You couldn't deny how nice they were. You involuntarily hummed against his lips and shut your eyes.

“You're pretty good at this,” Jake mumbled against your lips, his hands falling towards your waist. He seemed a bit disappointed when you pulled away.

“Better get to the track. Hate for you to be late.”

***

You nervously fiddled with your small pen and notepad as you watched Jake talk to his pit crew. You were waiting for Jake’s investor to show up. You tried to hide your face. Jake gestured to you, Not wanting to have it announced right away. Jake smiled as the car finally pulled up. You knew several investors, but as soon as Beau Simpson came out of his way too-nice McLaren F1, a lump formed in your throat.

“Long time no see, boss!” Jake said excitedly, leaning up against his race car.

“You seem excited.”

“Sure am, Beau,” Jake winked as Beau seemed to cringe.

“Call me cyclone, please” You raised an eyebrow at the strange nickname. You figured that was his nickname while he was a racer.

“Before we get started, I got someone I want you to meet” Jake smiled at you. He did a come hither motion. You blew humble with your gum, slowly approaching the two men.

“This here is Ace. She's going to help us with some of her fancy journalism,” Jake winked again as you nervously nodded. Cyclome leaned closer to your face making you gulp, finally taking off his sunglasses to study your features.

“I-”

“She's gonna write some articles on good old timer mav for us,” Jake interrupted you, making you frown, “don't get too distracted. Know she's pretty” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You felt a pit form in your stomach, “also can’t give you her number. She’s taken” You wanted to barf.

“I’m sure she’s lovely, but we got work to do” Jake nodded and let go of you.

“Be back soon, sweetheart” He kissed your cheek, and many dawwww’s from his crew were heard, “go take a seat.”

You were quickly bored as Jake was trying to beat his fastest time. There was nothing to write about here. You just kicked your feet, jumping as a hand landed on your shoulder. You glared at the person behind you before softening as you recognized him.

“You’re way too quiet, Bob,” you laughed as he smiled. He handed you a giant bag.

“Brad wanted me to give ya these, says Mav’s mad about stuff” His drawl came out; you ruffled through the bag. It mainly was clothing you left behind.

“Thanks, Bobby!” You say his Jaw clenches.

“You datin', Seresin now?” He asked softly. Brad was always a tattletale, even when you were kids.

“Uhhh yeah,” you nervously looked at the ground. That felt weird to say. Bob looked disappointed.

“He’s not good for you.”

“I know, it’s just for a little while,” you assured him, “gonna break his heart and leave him at the door.”

“That doesn’t sound like you” Bob was honest and told the truth. It was hard to lie to him as he was so sweet.

“Phoenix and them coming?”

“Yeah, they want Hangman off the track first” You nodded as he got up to walk away. You smiled sadly, looking back at Jake, who grew frustrated at how slowly his crew replaced his tires. You wanted this to be over with immediately, and thankfully cyclone called it after Jake yelled loudly. Jake just huffed and puffed before looking at you. He walked over, and so did the rest of his crew.

“Sorry about that, baby. Took longer than I wanted to,” He said, grabbing your hand. You tried to hide your blush as his crew smirked, “mind giving me a kiss?” He emphasized kiss and looked smugly at you” You froze. You didn’t know why, but you froze. You were going to say something, but Jake shushed you. He pulled you in, yet you backed away. His crew looked at him, shocked, and Jake suddenly seemed anxious.

“I said, how about we-“

“Sorry, but I have to, uh, I gotta go” You quickly ran out towards the lot of the track.

***

Jake and you were running in circles at this point, arguing and yelling at each other.

“I wanna be treated like a person, Jake!” You yelled at him. Jake just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“If we are going to this, you gotta accept that-“

“I do! But you flaunt me around and never let me say anything!” He saw how angry you were. It had been one day, and you two were already arguing.

“If you would've let me kiss you-”

“I'm sorry that I got uncomfortable with all these people watching” You screamed at him and clenched your fists. Jake wasn't in the mood for this.

“Gee, with how you held me and Were so close to me yesterday, I figured you just wanted to get in my pants and suck my cock or something!” You froze, a deep blush spreading on your cheeks to the tips of your ears. Jake didn't know why he blurted it out. He saw the look on your face, “look I’m sorry I-“

“Did you want me to?” You asked softly and walked towards him. He only smirked.

“Which part would you like to do?” he put a hand on your waist. The sudden change in energy was strange and something you both couldn’t pin down. You looked at him with so much want and desire in your eyes, and he felt it as the tent in his shorts grew.

“Think I only have time to suck your dick…that alright, or are you scared?” You ran a finger down his chest, just like you practiced earlier.

“What would I have to be scared of, Ace?” Jake pulled you closer. You could feel how hard he was.

“How hard I’ll make you cum” you quickly began to palm him. A groan escaped Jake's lips as his fingers dug into your hips. His lips crashed onto yours. They weren’t kind but brutal, nipping your lips so harshly. You pushed him against his car. His body tensed as he felt you squeeze his balls lightly.

“Fuck, you trying to make me cum in my pants?” he asked very hoarsely, trying to get the door to the backseat of his car open. You just kept kissing him. Practice does make perfect, but this time you weren’t apprehensive. He finally managed to get the door of the car open, and you both fell back against the seat. Jake had changed. Luckily, he was wearing a tight shirt that you could see his abs through and shorts neatly tied together. They were white, and you could see how hard his cock was straining. It made you smile. You got off of him and dropped to your knees. Jake watched you in awe. He watched as your eyes flicked up at him. You shimmed closer to his crotch, looking at the only thing keeping his shorts on him. Jake knew he should get a more fitting pair, but maybe he would as he watched you put one of the strings between your teeth and pull, the fabric loosening around his waist. He moaned quite pitifully as you giggled.

“Mind lifting those hips for me, baby?” He liked how those words fell from your lips. Jake felt the saliva begin to form in his mouth. His poor trapped cock was so hard it was unbearable. He, however, listened and lifted his lips. You pulled his shirts and boxers down. His tip was bright red and full of precum. He was big, maybe not that girthy, but big and long. It was your turn to feel the saliva pool in your mouth. You needed to suck him off, especially with how pretty his dick was. You kiss his tip, making him moan and hold in a whine.

You slowly took jake into your mouth, many curses falling from his lips as his head fell back. It wasn't the first time Jake got head in the back seat of his car, but you were some of the best he's gotten. He watched as you began to bob your head up and down, not breaking eye contact. Jake moved a strand of hair out of your face. He watched as you tried to take all of him into your mouth. It was like heaven, and Jake never wanted to leave. You sucked hard at one point, making a strange sound that sounded like a whine and a moan. His eyes were blown wide as his thighs started to strain. He wouldn't last, confirmed as you hallowed your cheeks, and he practically yelled. He was so close, yet you pulled off him with a pop.

“The fuck you doing?” He rasped out. Your evil smirk made his stomach churn slightly.

“Hate how clean this car is. I wanna make it messy” You cooed at Jake and began vigorously pumping his shaft. He was panting so much now. You felt his breath hit your face as he threaded his hands through your hair. You saw as his eyes rolled back and let out the biggest moan you had heard. His hips stopped, and his body twitched as cum splattered over the back of the passenger seat and onto your face. You opened your mouth for him and swallowed what he gave you. His face contorted as he emptied everything. Jake’s blonde hair was now matted to his forehead, and he looked down at you with several pants. You smirked at him with eager eyes.

“Enjoy that hotshot,” you said, yet gasped as Jake’s lips were on yours again. He hoisted you onto his thigh, your biker shorts riding up even more. Jake’s hands found your hips, and you could tell he was making small crescents into them.

“Such a naughty girl, having me make a mess. I should have you clean it up,” Jake’s voice was thick and went right down to your core, “but you look pretty sitting on my thigh. He started to move you, the friction from your biker shorts making things feel just right. You threw your head back as Jake held you, moans soon echoing inside the car. Jake could feel himself getting hard again, but he was too mesmerized by you. He liked how your body moved, and how you smelled. He swore he felt his heart flutter looking at you. This wasn’t normal to Jake, not this feeling in his heart.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled before your body began to convulse on his thigh. He held you as you fell forward, your face against his chest. You both just lay there, shocked by what happened. Things always seemed to move so fast with you. Jake just held you there, looking up at the ceiling of his car.

“The cleaners are gonna kill me.”

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joelslegalwhre · 6 months ago

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drunk confessions

word count // 2.056k

pairing // jake “hangman” seresin x f!bradshaw!reader

summary // You’ve had enough of hiding your relationship with Jake, so you drink yourself a little courage and just screw it

warnings // established relationship. (slightly)drunk!reader, mentions of alcohol, lightweight reader, nicknames for reader (bubbles, sweetheart, etc.), Bradley is in big brother mode, the mission I mentioned isn’t from the film, the pilots still live in their own apartments (all near the base) for this fic, soft!hangman (that man alone is a warning but him being soft???), affectionate Jake and a ton of fluff

a/n // This is the new version of "drunk confessions" from '22! I just changed the wording a little, but nothing of the plot has changed. I loved writing this two years ago and if anyone wants more Hangman, don't worry I have more to come because same haha Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the beautiful dividers ❀

(as always, please tell me if I missed a warning)

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You and Jake started dating almost a year ago when Bradley and him were together at Top Gun.

Rooster and Hangman had never been the best of friends, everyone knew that, so it was never the right moment to tell him about the two of you. The risk of Bradley being angry or perhaps even disappointed was too big. At least that’s what you thought.

Jake understood why you didn’t want anyone to know. And although he’d love to just scream it out into the world, that he was dating the younger Bradshaw, that he was without a doubt the luckiest man on fucking earth, he respected your decision.

Jake knew that you’d do the same for him without a question.

You wanted to tell Bradley eventually, just right now wasn’t the right time. But the real question is, when was it really?

Jake had a hard time keeping away from you whenever you were at the Hard Deck with the team. You mostly spent your time at the bar with Penny, to keep her company and to catch up with the latest news - often involving your godfather.

She and Maverick were so obvious sometimes it made you chuckle, but you really hoped he wouldn’t let her down this time. But Amelia and you would ensure that.

From your seat at the bar, you also had a perfect sight at the pool table. A lame excuse to stare at a certain blonde pilot all night.

Jake would always be the first to voluntarily get a new round of beers for the group, and no one complained about it. They were all so caught up in what they were doing, that no one noticed how he eyed you all night, ready to be by your side in seconds if anyone were to bother you.

“Hey Penny, sweetheart. Another round please!” he gave her a wink and shot her one of his handsome grins. Penny nodded with a smile in return and turned around to get seven cold beers for the young pilots.

“You look smokin’ hot, baby.” he whispered to you as his bright eyes met yours. They had this glow in them every time he looked at you.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Seresin.” you teased him with a wink.

“I can do way more than look good. Whatever you want, Bradshaw.” he grinned while his hand secretly found yours on the bartop, his broad frame shielding it from preying eyes.

You chuckled lightly, “Oh really?”

“Oh yeah, babe. You better wait for me when everyone’s gone. I need to take ya home with me.” he flirted shamelessly in his southern accent you loved so much. Jake knew you’d do exactly that anyway, since you basically lived at his apartment at this point, but where would be the fun?

Not even Phoenix knew about the two of you, so you could say both Hangman and yourself did a rather good job.

This time was different though.

They were all going to meet up at the Hard Deck tonight, for another night of pool, darts and what not. The next mission was in less than a week, and you just wanted to spend as much time with Jake as possible. Just like he wanted to with you.

Jake hated to keep his hands by himself when you were just a few feet away, playing darts with Fanboy or Bob. You never hid from them, after all, Rooster was your older brother. If you weren’t talking to Penny, you spent your nights with them, laughing, drinking and chatting.

Not tonight… tonight would be different.

You met Penny at the bar in the late afternoon, to help her get everything ready before the first guests would come in. Amelia was staying at a friend’s house, so you gladly took over her part.

When everything was ready for the Hard Deck to open, you sat down at your regula seat at the bar.

Penny looked at you from the side while she turned on the lights underneath the bar. “Can I get you anything?” She asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

“Can I get a beer?”

“Sure, sweetie.” Penny smiled gently. She put the bottle down in front of you, and you took a large sip.

“So,“ Penny started, putting her hands on the bar, arms on each side of your beer. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart? You’ve been out of it today.“ You looked up at her, and she had this look on her face that gave you so much comfort. You knew you could tell her everything and she’d keep it safe.

„I… I’ve been thinking about…„ Yeah, what exactly was it that you thought about ever since opening your eyes today?

You didn’t even know. Not really.

You thought about telling Bradley about your relationship with his rival, screwing everything. But you’ve also thought about keeping it to yourself just a little longer. The upcoming mission was creeping into your mind at every thought; What if they didn’t make it? You didn’t want to think about that more than just a second. Not about your brother nor Jake.

He would come back, and he’ll be fine. This wasn’t his first mission.

“I don’t even know Penny, I’m so confused.” you sighed and let your head fall into your crossed arms.

“You’ll figure it out, sweetheart. I know you will.” she said, caressing your hair. You lifted your head to look into her eyes, her kind smile calming your racing thoughts a little.

Not enough, though.

That night, you kind of ignored your limits of how much alcohol you could handle in one night. You got pretty much drunk. Not to a point where you could throw up or blackout, Penny was in charge of the bar after all, but the kind you’d be rewarded with a nice headache the next day and your mind to be pretty foggy.

Drinking wasn’t one of your strengths. That’s why Jake liked to jokingly call you a lightweight, and he couldn’t be more accurate with it.

You’ve been sitting at the bar for a good part of the night now. The team had already greeted you when they came in, asking you to come with them, but you declined, telling them you’d maybe join them later.

“Penny.” you tried to get her attention, a sudden certainty in your voice, “Please excuse me. I have to go and get some kisses now.“

“That’s his boyfriend duty,” you said with a confident nod. “You know, happy wife, happy life.”

Penny had no idea how no one of the team could see the glances Hangman gave you. How he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you even if he tried. If anything happened, he’d be there in a heartbeat. And those poor guys who tried to flirt with you were quickly intimidated by his death stare.

Penny just laughed. She had kept a close eye on you since your third drink of the night, the last two she gave you were non-alcoholic, but you didn’t have to know that.

She ignored your choice of words at the saying, not changing ‚wife‘ to ‚girlfriend‘ with a chuckle and motioned you to go. “Go and tell Jake then.” You looked at her with wide eyes, “How did y‘know I’m talking about Jake?”

Penny tilted her head with a smile, “Sweetheart, I notice things.” she winked, “Now go and get your man.”

The next thing you knew, you were trying to your boyfriend at the pool table.

“Hey, Jake!”

His head snapped in your direction at the use of his first name. You were the only one calling him that. And the first name basis got everyone else’s attention as well.

“Yeah?” he tried to not be too obvious. But his concern about how you were feeling was rising with every second.

You didn‘t stop at the pool table, but walked up to him. Until you stood right in front of him. You looked up into his bright eyes, filled with curiosity.

“I need kisses.” you told him with a pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was so thrown off by what you were saying, that he almost forgot the others around him.

Jake unwrapped your arms from his neck and placed his hand on your lower back. “I think you need some water and sleep, bubbles.” he couldn‘t suppress the small grin that grew on his lips.

„Kisses?! What the fuck is-„ Rooster started but was quickly interrupted by you, “Oh for god’s sake shut up Bradley.” you hushed your brother in honest annoyance, turning to him.

“I love you, but I’m sick and tired of hiding something from you that’s important to me, just because I’m scared of what you’ll think or do.”

Hangman’s gaze was a mix between shock and pride. That you just straight out told your brother and all of your friends standing around you, about the two of you. Not keeping it a secret anymore. He knew it took a toll on you, and he’d told you multiple times to just tell Bradley for your own sake.

“Oh my god” you heard Phoenix breath out a laugh, while the others couldn‘t find words, still shocked, while some of them were exchanging amused looks.

Bradley didn’t. He looked back and forth between you and Jake, not able to process it all quite yet.

„Sorry man, listen I-„

“Just give me a second, okay?” Rooster cut Hangman off, stomping to the bar.

“Let him be,“ you said while curling yourself into his side, hugging his arm close to your body, “He’ll be fine by tomorrow, the old drama queen.” Sober-you would probably be scared Bradley would be angry or disappointed.

Good thing you weren‘t sober right now.

“Babe, how much did you have to drink?” Jake whispered, as he bent down a little until his lips reached your ear.

“Ohh, not that much.” you assured him as you tried to sound sober, looking up at his face, only inches away from yours.

He looked back to the bar, finding Penny’s gaze. She mouthed something like “water” easing Hangman’s concern about your drunken state.

“Let’s get you to bed, huh, sugar?” he softly smiled at you. A real smile, one he had reserved for only you.

You instantly shook your head in disagreement, “I swear, I’m not-„ you yawned, “that tired.”

“‘Course you aren't” he mockingly smiled down at you.

“C‘mon, on my back.” he ordered, putting his hands behind his back, ready to hold your legs for support. He bent down, and you tried your best to hop on his back. You wouldn’t win anyway, and sooner or later - you preferred later - he’d carry you out the bar.

You rested your head on Jake’s shoulder and wrapped your hands around his body. Your eyes already closing as the exhaustion betrayed you.

“Wow, Hangman, nice one.” Coyote teased him, the others joining in with laughter. Who would’ve thought Hangman had a soft spot.

“Shut it, Coyote.” Jake said with a look that would make anyone run for the hills.

“See you tomorrow, lover boy!” Phoenix joked.

You giggled on Jake’s shoulder, “That’s a good one!” you lazily turned your head in her direction and smirked, Phoenix and the others laughing back at you.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” Jake complained, giving your ass a little smack.

“Hey.” you giggled, but did nothing in response. Your head ached a little, and you hadn‘t had the strength nor willpower to do so. Just relived to be carried, you let your head sink back on Jake’s shoulder.

“I love you.” you whispered to Jake as he carefully sat you down on the passenger seat of his car. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes finding yours. Jake bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips and he smiled.

The slight smell of alcohol was surrounding you, but Jake couldn’t care less. „I love you, and I’ll never let you go, that’s for sure. You’re all mine, baby.“ he whispered back between small kisses, giving you goosebumps. His scent surrounded you as you wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him even closer. “Good.” you grinned and pulled him into another, longer kiss.

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all that talk is killing me - rafe cameron

request here: Fighter!Pilot!Rafe AU x Sweet!Reader. word count: 6.5K (YIKES) warnings: tooth rooting fluff and rafe being too charming.

There was that god-awful distinct scent of jet fuel in the air, a reminder that you were in one of the Navy’s busiest air bases. The hum of roaring engines wasn’t anything new; it had become a part of your day-to-day existence. The bar you worked at, The Mirage, was a hotspot for pilots, flight crews, and pretty much anyone else who was stationed nearby. A quiet coastal town didn’t offer many options for a social life, and if you wanted to get a cold drink or unwind, The Mirage was the place to be.

You’d been working here for just over a year and a half, long enough to recognize the distinct swagger of a military man when he walked through the door. They were easy to spot – especially the pilots.

Sunglasses permanently glued to their faces, that stupid untouchable arrogance radiating from them, the knowledge that they were some of the best in the world at what they did. It was almost admirable, if it wasn’t so…predictable.

You had sworn off pilots. No, you’d sworn off men in a uniform all together.

It wasn’t like a hard rule or anything, but after what happened with your last boyfriend—who, shocker, also wore a uniform—you weren’t about to make the same mistake twice. You’d learned the hard way that guys like that came with way too much baggage.

Long deployments, their egos inflated to the size of fighter jets, and let’s be real, they weren’t exactly known for being faithful. Military men had a reputation, and in your experience, they earned it. You weren’t about to get your heart broken again.

You’d been there, done that, and had the emotional scars to prove it.

So yeah, working at a bar right next to a Navy air base wasn’t exactly ideal, but you weren’t here for the guys. The Mirage was just a job, a way to pay the bills while you figured your life out. It was a decent gig. Good tips, a steady flow of regulars, and every now and then, you’d get to watch a squadron of cocky, ego-driven fighter pilots try to charm their way into someone’s pants.

Fun to watch, but that was about it.

The first time Rafe walked into The Mirage, you felt it immediately—the shift in the air.

You had your back turned, trying to keep busy wiping down the bar, but you could practically feel his presence as he swaggered up, like the whole place had just taken notice of him at once. Lean and built like he was carved from the side of a mountain, with shoulders that filled out his flight suit just right, and a chest broad enough to make any woman’s heart skip a beat.

And when you finally turned around? He was standing there with that stupid, lopsided grin, a couple of dog tags peeking out from beneath his half-zipped flight suit, the sleeves pushed up like he had zero intention of playing by any rules but his own. He had this ridiculously good-looking, disheveled kind of vibe going on, like he’d just gotten off a jet and didn’t care that his hair was all over the place.

You almost hated how good he looked.

He didn’t even hesitate when he caught your eye. He walked right up to the bar and leaned on it like he owned the place.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you a panty-dropping smile that probably worked on most girls. “Can I get a beer?”

Sweetheart? Oh God, one of those guys. His voice had that low, southern drawl, smooth as Tennessee whiskey, dripping with charm. It was the kind of voice that could make anything sound like a compliment, even when he was teasing. And the way he leaned on the bar, just a little too close, just a little too familiar, like he’d been doing it his whole life and knew exactly what effect it had—it was almost criminal.

“Sure,” you said, not bothering to match his energy. You grabbed a bottle and slid it across the bar to him, intentionally keeping it short and sweet. You weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of a flirty smile or small talk. Guys like him lived for that.

“Thanks, darling.” He tipped the bottle to you, still grinning like he knew something you didn’t. You sighed, turning back to your work, already half-expecting him to hit on someone else.

But over the next few days, Rafe kept showing up.

Every night, like clockwork, he’d stroll in after his missions with that same laid-back swagger. You noticed how people gravitated toward him, like he had this magnetic pull. His squadron buddies? They idolized him. Girls? Yeah, they fell for him hard, like they didn’t see the giant walking red flag that he was.

But the worst part? He kept coming back to you.

Every time he walked into The Mirage, he’d make a beeline straight for the bar, leaning in with that smirk that was starting to get under your skin.

“You’re not like the other girls around here,” he said one night, lounging across the bar like he was settling in for the night.

So typical it gave you chills. He was a natural-born flirt, and he knew it. He wasn’t subtle; he didn’t have to be.

You snorted. “Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“They all like a guy in uniform.” He motioned to his flight suit, like he was showing off. “But you? You don’t seem impressed.”

You met his gaze and deadpanned, “I’m not.”

That should’ve been the end of it. Usually, when you gave guys the cold shoulder, they got the hint. But Rafe? He wasn’t so easily shaken. If anything, your disinterest seemed to make him more determined.

“Gotta say, I like the challenge,” he said, watching you like you were some kind of game he was about to win.

You rolled your eyes, but part of you couldn’t help but laugh. The guy had confidence, that much was clear. But you had to remind yourself why you’d sworn off pilots. This wasn’t your first rodeo. You’d been with a guy like Rafe before. The type who’d make you feel like you were the center of his universe—until you weren’t.

“I don’t date pilots,” you told him flat-out one night after he tried to get cute, leaning closer than necessary over the bar. You were done playing games, and he needed to know it wasn’t happening.

He just raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable for a second before that grin returned. “That a hard rule?”

“Pretty solid, yeah.”

“And why’s that?”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical as hell, “You don’t even know my name.”

He leaned in slightly, that annoying grin never leaving his face as he took a sip of his beer, eyes never leaving yours. “You’re right,” he said casually, placing the bottle back down. “So, what’s your name, sweetheart?”

The audacity. Like his smooth confidence was supposed to melt away all your reservations like you were just another one of his conquests. You could see it so clearly now—the cocky smirk, the way his voice had that low, drawling quality that practically screamed “I get what I want.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head as you wiped down the counter. “I’m not giving you my name, Rafe.”

"But you know mine," He arched a brow, not even remotely phased. “Fair enough. Guess I’ll just have to earn it.”

“Not happening,” you shot back, trying to keep your tone firm.

But you could feel a tiny sliver of amusement creep into your voice despite yourself. He was relentless, and for some stupid reason, it was kind of fun to watch him keep trying.

There was something about a man in uniform that made women lose all sense of reason, and you weren’t about to be that girl again.

And yet, Rafe Cameron kept coming back.

Like a stray, relentless and impossible to ignore. And as much as you tried to play it cool, to not be another notch on his flight log, you couldn’t help but notice how his grin deepened every time you turned him down, like he was getting some kind of kick out of the challenge.

“You really don’t give up, do you?” you asked, throwing him a sideways glance as you refilled a couple of drinks for some regulars down the bar. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

He chuckled, that easy confidence still dripping from him. “Not when I see something I like.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, grabbing an empty glass and polishing it to distract yourself. “Well, you’re wasting your time,” you muttered, half-hoping that would be enough to shut him down for good.

But he didn’t take the hint. Instead, he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice just enough to make it feel like the two of you were in on some kind of private conversation.

“Maybe. But something tells me you’re not as immune to my charm as you think.”

That did it.

You turned to face him, arms crossed over your chest, giving him the most unimpressed look you could muster. “I’ve met guys like you before. You roll into town, flash that cocky smile, and think you can get anyone in bed because you’re a hotshot pilot. You’re probably great at what you do, and I’m sure girls throw themselves at you left and right. But I’m not one of them.”

His posture faltered just a little, and you almost—almost—felt bad for bursting his bubble. But then he just laughed, “You really don’t hold back, do you?”

You shrugged, nonchalant, but you could feel a small sense of satisfaction. “Why should I? Guys like you are all the same.”

Rafe leaned back, studying you with a look that was half amused, half intrigued, like you were some kind of puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Nah, I don’t think we are,” he said, almost to himself. “But I guess you’ve got your reasons.”

That hit a little closer to home than you expected, and you felt your defenses kick back in full force. “Yeah, well, they’re good ones.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he said, his tone softer than before. He tapped his fingers against the bar, like he was considering his next move. “But just so you know, I’m not looking for an easy win here.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Oh really? Because everything about you screams ‘I always win.’”

He laughed—more like he was in on a joke that only he understood. “True. But this feels different.”

Different. Sure, like every smooth-talking pilot didn’t say the same thing when they were trying to get a girl to let her guard down. You’d heard it all before.

“Look,” you started, leaning on the bar now, “I’m sure you’re a nice guy when you’re not playing the whole ‘bad boy in uniform’ thing. I’m not about to go down that road again. Especially not with someone who spends more time in the sky than on the ground.”

His eyes stayed on yours, unwavering. “But you don’t know me. Not really.”

“And you don’t know me either,” you shot back, feeling a bit defensive.

“That’s true.” He nodded, but there was a spark in his eyes that made you feel like he was more than ready to change that. “But I’d like to.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“Nope.” His grin was back, but this time, it felt less like a game and more like a challenge. Not in the annoying, overconfident way, but in a way that made you almost—almost—want to see how far he’d go. “And I’m willing to take it slow, if that’s what you need.”

You weren’t used to guys like him offering to go slow. In your experience, they wanted everything fast—fast cars, fast planes, fast relationships. The fact that he was even suggesting the idea caught you off guard.

“I don’t need anything from you,” you said, though your voice wasn’t as firm as you wanted it to be.

“I know,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “But maybe you want to give me a shot. Maybe.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if this was some kind of trick. But all you saw was that stupid grin and those frustratingly blue eyes that were starting to chip away at your resolve.

“I’ll think about it,” you muttered, not fully committing but not entirely rejecting him either.

Rafe’s grin widened like he’d just won a small victory. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to the drinks you were supposed to be serving, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Damn it.

You weren’t ready to let him in, not yet, but maybe—just maybe—you didn’t mind the idea of him trying.

Because, against your better judgment, you kind of liked the way he made you feel.

Over the next few months, Rafe didn’t just disappear like the others.

He stuck around, but not in the way you expected. At first, you thought he was still working some angle—coming into The Mirage every night, sitting at the bar, chatting you up like he was trying to wear you down. But after a while, something changed. It wasn’t like he was chasing after you anymore. It was more…normal. Friendly, almost.

It started small. He’d ask you about your day, your shift, little things like that. He didn’t push for more. When he wasn’t in the bar, he’d still check in—he’d send these short, goofy texts from time to time. Just little updates, nothing deep.

“Heading out on a mission, don’t burn down the bar while I’m gone.”

Or, when he was away for a while:

“Bet the place is boring without me around, huh?”

It wasn’t anything serious. Just light, casual. And you liked it that way. It was enough to feel like he was there, but not so much that it freaked you out.

Sometimes he’d ask about your life outside of work—how your art classes were going or if you’d gotten your car fixed yet. He never let you walk home alone. You hadn’t expected that from him. Like, when you first met Rafe, you pegged him as the type of guy who only cared about himself. But he’d actually listened to you, remembered stuff you’d said, which was…surprising. And kind of nice.

Still, you kept your guard up. You weren’t about to let him in fully. Not after everything you’d been through before. But you couldn't deny that a part of you enjoyed his company.

One night, about six months in, he came into The Mirage after being away on a longer mission. He looked more exhausted than usual, but his grin was still there as he slid into his usual spot at the bar.

“Miss me?” he teased, tapping the counter as if he’d been gone for a year instead of a few weeks. That flight suit clung to him like a second skin, half-zipped just enough to reveal a sliver of tanned skin and a hint of a tattoo peeking out. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off forearms roped with muscle, veins running down like they were tracing a roadmap to all the trouble he’d been in. His dog tags swung carelessly against his chest, catching the dim light of the bar.

He looked good enough to eat.

“Not even a little,” you shot back with a smirk, pouring him his usual. But the truth was, things had felt kind of off when he wasn’t around.

He took a sip of his beer, watching you closely like he always did. “Sure about that?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Cameron.”

You expected him to throw some cocky line back, but instead, he just chuckled. “You been good?”

It was such a simple question, but there was something in his voice that made you pause for a second. “Yeah,” you answered, nodding. “Same old, same old.”

“Good.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned his attention to the rest of the bar.

Everything felt kind of…easy with him now. You didn’t really know how or when it happened, but somewhere along the way, you’d started to see Rafe as more than just a cocky pilot. He was still all of that, sure, but there was more to him than you thought. He wasn’t just the guy who flirted relentlessly; he was the guy who checked in, who listened, who made you laugh when you didn’t even feel like smiling.

It was nice.

That night, The Mirage was packed. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and loud laughter. The usual suspects were there—pilots unwinding, a few locals mixing in, and the occasional sailor trying his luck. You’d been running around non-stop, the orders coming faster than you could keep up. Rafe had disappeared to the bathroom a few minutes ago, and you were focused on getting through the rest of your shift.

That’s when someone came up behind you. You didn’t even see him coming—just felt the sudden press of a hand on your waist, fingers gripping too tight, a body too close. Your breath hitched in your throat, heart picking up speed as you twisted around to see who the hell thought they could just grab you like that.

It was some guy you hadn’t seen before, a stranger with bleary eyes and a stench of cheap whiskey rolling off of him. He leaned in, way too close, his breath hot against your cheek.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he slurred, his hand sliding lower, and you felt your stomach twist.

“Get off me,” you snapped, trying to shove him away, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he grinned, like he thought this was some kind of game.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that,” he drawled, his other hand moving to grab at your arm, pulling you back toward him.

Panic flared fast in your chest. You tried to twist out of his grip, but he tightened his hold, pulling you closer.

“I said, let go!” you shouted, shoving him harder this time, your voice cutting through the noise of the bar. Your heart was racing now, pounding in your ears.

You glanced around, hoping someone would see what was happening, maybe step in, but everyone seemed too caught up in their own worlds, too fucking drunk to notice.

The guy just laughed, a low, sleazy sound that made your skin crawl. His hand slipped lower, fingers pressing into your hip, and you felt a cold rush of fear. “Just want to have a little fun,” he murmured, his voice thick and rough.

You opened your mouth to scream, to shout for someone, anyone, but before the words could come out, you heard it—the sound of glass shattering. You blinked, confused for a second, and then you saw Rafe.

He was back, and he was livid.

You’d never seen him like this before, eyes dark and wild, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscles twitching. He shoved through the crowd like a storm, fists already balled at his sides, his whole body taut with rage.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, voice low and dangerous, like he was barely holding himself back.

The guy barely had time to turn around before Rafe grabbed him by the collar, yanking him away from you with a force that sent him stumbling back into the bar.

“Get your hands off her,” He spat, his voice like gravel, his eyes blazing.

The guy looked stunned, confused for a moment, before his face twisted into a sneer. “Hey, man, relax—”

But Rafe didn’t let him finish.

“Don’t ‘hey man’ me,” he growled, stepping closer, his hands still clenched into fists. “You touch her again, and I’ll break every bone in your fuckin' hand.”

You were still trying to catch your breath, your pulse racing, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You’d seen him mad before, but this was something else entirely. His whole body was tense, like he was ready to pounce, and there was a look in his eyes that was almost… feral.

The guy seemed to sober up real quick, his eyes flicking nervously between you and Rafe. “Alright, alright, I’m going,” he muttered, hands up in surrender as he backed away, disappearing into the crowd.

Rafe watched him go, his chest heaving, his fists still clenched like he wasn’t quite done yet. He turned to you, his eyes softening a little, but his face still hard, still angry. “You okay?” he asked, his voice rough, breathless.

You nodded, swallowing hard, trying to steady your breathing.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you managed, but your voice was shaky, betraying the fear still thrumming through you.

Rafe stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently touch your arms, his fingers light against your skin.

“You sure?” he asked, his eyes searching yours, his face so close you could see the worry etched into his features.

You nodded again, feeling a little steadier now, your heart still racing but slowing down, your breath coming easier. “Yeah,” you whispered, “Thanks to you.”

“You don’t have to worry,” he said quietly, “Not with me around. I got you.”

You felt your heart stutter in your chest, and you realized—maybe, just maybe, you were really starting to trust him. And that thought, more than anything, scared you to death.

It's why it felt so hard to be around him from that day on. You were trying to balance between wanting to keep things normal with him and avoiding getting too close. After what happened that night, you were more on edge than ever, and it didn’t help that Rafe was still making his usual appearances, his cute texts and late night calls. His protective streak had only made things more complicated.

“Everything alright?” he asked, his tone casual like he was trying to read between the lines.

You shrugged, “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

He didn’t buy it. “You seem off. Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened,” you said, a little too quickly. “Just a long night.”

Rafe didn’t push. Instead, he grabbed a drink and started chatting with you about mundane things—the kind of small talk that was meant to fill the space without digging too deep.

He casually mentioned his plans for the weekend, how he was heading out with some friends, making it clear that he was open to other social opportunities.

“Gonna be out of town for a bit,” he said with a shrug, almost as if he was testing the waters. “Thought I’d let you know.”

You looked at him, trying to keep your expression neutral. “Okay.”

He paused, a smirk playing at his lips as if he was waiting for a reaction. “You sure you’re okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but the tightness in your voice gave you away.

Rafe’s smirk widened, clearly satisfied with the effect he was having. “Just checking. Didn’t know if you were going to miss me or somethin''.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage to find plenty of people who will,” you shot back, grimacing.

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You know, you’re more complicated than I thought.”

“That’s what makes life interesting,”

You finally let yourself admit it—his casual flirtation and the way he seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of you was starting to mess with your head. And that was exactly what he wanted.

So maybe, your petty self, doesn't answer to a single one of his texts while he's away. You figured if he wanted to play the game, you could play it too. It wasn’t like you were avoiding him or anything; you just wanted to make a point.

The first day, you didn’t think much of it. The second day, you told yourself it was no big deal. By the third day, you were trying not to obsess over the fact that your phone hadn’t buzzed with a message from him in the past twenty four hours. Like he'd given up. You kept yourself busy with shifts at The Mirage, catching up on sleep, and even dabbling in a new painting project.

When he finally came back, you were trying to act like it was just another day. You were behind the bar, pouring drinks and chatting away when he walked in.

Rafe’s usual swagger was in full force, but today, there was a hint of weariness in his eyes, like he’d been through the wringer. He slid onto his usual stool and flashed you that same charming grin, but this time, it felt a little more… tentative.

“Hey, stranger."

“Hey,” you replied, trying to sound casual, like you hadn’t been avoiding him. You set a beer in front of him and went back to wiping down the bar, giving yourself something to do so you wouldn’t have to meet his gaze.

Rafe took a sip of his beer, “So, you’ve been quiet lately. Everything alrigh'?”

“Just been busy, I guess.”

“Busy or just avoiding me?”

“Why would I be avoiding you?” you chuckled, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’ve been working and catching up on things.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, clearly not buying it. “Did I do something to piss you off?”

Uh, duh. He was making you fall for him. Recklessly.

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’ with a little too much force. “Everything’s fine.”

Everything was not fine, especially not when a girl you'd never seen before decided to eagerly join him on the stool next to his.

You didn’t mean to be staring at them. You really didn’t.

But there she was, practically hanging off Rafe’s arm like some kind of human accessory, her giggle obnoxiously loud over the music in The Mirage. She had this glossy, perfect hair, one of those flirty little dresses that clung to all the right places, and legs for days. And she was touching him. All over. Laughing way too hard at whatever stupid joke he’d just made.

You could feel your stomach twist into a knot, and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why it bothered you so much. It’s not like you hadn’t seen this before—girls throwing themselves at him like he was the last guy on Earth. You’d watched it happen a dozen times. Maybe a hundred.

But today? Today it felt different. Today, it felt like there was a boulder lodged in your chest, and you could barely breathe around it.

God, this was so stupid. You didn’t even like him like that. He was just…a friend. A hot, annoyingly charming friend who maybe made your heart race a little bit every time he walked into the bar. Whatever. It didn’t matter. You were not—repeat, not—catching feelings. You couldn’t be.

Still, your hands were gripping the bar a little tighter than necessary, your smile plastered on your face as you poured drinks for some regulars, trying to pretend you weren’t glancing over at them every five seconds.

But then she had the audacity to look right at you, her big doe eyes blinking innocently, and ask, “Hey, could you get me another drink?”

Your fingers tightened around the beer tap, and you felt a jolt of irritation shoot through you. The girl was practically hanging off his arm, and here she was, smiling at you like you were her personal waitress.

You forced a smile, the kind that didn’t reach your eyes, and nodded. “Sure, what do you want?”

She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, leaning in even closer to Rafe as if she needed to be attached to his hip. “A tequila sunrise, please,” she chirped.

You had to grit your teeth to keep from rolling your eyes. “Coming right up,” you muttered through clenched teeth, turning your back to them as you reached for the tequila.

You could feel Rafe’s gaze burning into the back of your head, could practically hear the smirk in his voice without even looking. He was loving this. Watching you squirm, seeing you get all pissy while he played the charming flirt. God, he was such an asshole.

“Here you go,” you said, managing to keep your voice steady.

She beamed up at you, completely oblivious, and took a sip. “Thanks! You’re the best.”

He looked like he was having the time of his life. That stupid grin plastered on his face, his blue eyes sparkling as he leaned in close to hear whatever the girl was saying. And she was soaking it all up, practically melting into him, flipping her hair like she was auditioning for a shampoo commercial.

You felt this weird, hot sting in the back of your eyes and immediately blinked it away. Oh, hell no. You were not going to cry over this. Over him. No way.

But it was getting harder to hold it all together. You turned away, busied yourself with wiping down the counter, anything to stop looking at them.

And then it happened.

He looked over at you.

Just a quick glance, but enough to catch your eye. Enough to let you know that he knew you were watching. And damn it if he didn’t look like he was enjoying every second of it.

That did it. You felt the flush of heat creep up your neck, the anger boiling under your skin. You slammed a glass down a little harder than you meant to and mumbled something about taking a break.

“Hey, you okay?” one of your coworkers called after you, but you were already pushing through the back door, needing some fresh air, some space to get your head straight.

You ended up in the alleyway behind The Mirage, your back against the cool brick wall, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to keep it together. You felt so stupid, so ridiculous for even letting this get to you. He wasn’t yours. He was just…Rafe. And you were just you, the girl who’d sworn off guys like him a million times.

But it hurt. Way more than you wanted to admit. And before you knew it, a tear slipped down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away, cursing under your breath.

And that’s when you heard it—the creak of the door swinging open, footsteps on the gravel.

You didn’t even have to look to know who it was. Of course he followed you. Of course he did.

“What’s this?” Rafe’s voice was teasing, that familiar low drawl that usually made your heart flutter, but right now it just grated on your nerves. “Are you crying?”

You scoffed, keeping your back turned, hoping he’d take the hint and leave you alone. “No. Just…got something in my eye.”

“Sure you did.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, that stupid, smug grin that he always wore like some kind of armor. “You jealous or something, sweetheart?”

God, he was such an ass. “No,” you snapped, turning to glare at him. “Why would I be jealous? You can flirt with whoever you want. I don’t care.”

He stepped closer, still grinning like he’d won something. “Really? ‘Cause you looked pretty pissed back there.”

You felt another tear threatening to fall, and you bit down hard on your lip, willing it to stop. “I’m not pissed,” you lied, crossing your arms over your chest. “Just…busy. And you’re distracting.”

Rafe laughed softly, and you wanted to smack that grin off his face. “Distracting, huh?”

He was closer now, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his body, and it just made everything worse.

“I’m serious,” you said, your voice shaking just a little. “Just…leave me alone."

But of course, he didn’t. Instead, he took another step closer, reaching out to tilt your chin up so you had to look at him. His thumb brushed against your jaw, and you hated how good it felt, how much you wanted to lean into his touch even though you were mad as hell.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer now, all teasing gone. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You sniffed, trying to pull away, but he wouldn’t let you. His grip was gentle but firm, and for some stupid reason, that only made the tears come faster.

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled, hating how weak you sounded. “Just…go back to your fan club, okay?”

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw something there, something that wasn’t just amusement. “Fan club?” he echoed, his brow furrowing slightly.

“You mean that girl?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. That girl. You seemed pretty into her.”

He let out a low chuckle, but it wasn’t mocking. It was almost…gentle. “Sweetheart, you think I’m interested in her?”

You blinked, not trusting yourself to speak, so you just shrugged.

Rafe shook his head, his thumb still brushing your cheek. “Nah. I’m not. I was just…” He paused, a grin tugging at his lips. “I was just waiting to see how long it’d take you to get jealous.”

Your mouth dropped open. “You—what?”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “Oh, C'mon. You think I didn’t notice the way you were glaring at her? You looked like you wanted to rip her hair out.”

“I did not,” you protested, but the redness in your cheeks betrayed you.

Rafe’s grin widened. “Yeah, you did. And I gotta admit…kinda hot seeing ya all riled up over me, sugar.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, but there was no heat in your voice now. It was hard to stay mad when he was looking at you like that, like you were the only person in the world.

He laughed softly, but then his expression softened, and he cupped your face with both hands, pulling you closer. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and serious now. “For the record, there’s no one else. Just you, okay?”

Your heart did a stupid little flip at his words, and you wanted to be mad, you really did. But instead, you just felt relief flood through you.

“Okay,” you whispered, and before you knew it, you were in his arms, his lips pressing against your forehead, his hands wrapping around you like he was never letting go.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t care, you know,” he murmured against your hair. “I kind of like that you do.”

You sighed, finally letting yourself lean into him, burying your face in his chest. “I hate you,” you mumbled, but your arms were wrapping around him all the same.

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “Nah, you don’t.”

And damn it, he was right.

Then, you shifted back a little, looking up at him. His face was closer than you’d realized, his breath warm against your skin. You could see every fleck of gold in his eyes, the way his lips curved slightly like he was trying not to smile too much.

"You’re an asshole, y'know that?" you whispered, but your voice came out softer than you meant it to.

He laughed, a low rumble that you felt in your chest more than heard. "Yeah. But you kinda like that about me, don't ya?"

There was no hiding the grin tugging at your lips. "You think you’re so charming."

"That's 'cause I am," he shot back, but his voice had this low, husky tone to it now. His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there a beat too long. You could feel your heart speeding up. It was like everything slowed down in that moment.

Before you could overthink it, he leaned in. Slowly, like he was giving you a chance to pull away, his eyes locked on yours, searching, waiting for any sign that you didn’t want this. But you did. More than anything, you wanted this.

So, you didn’t move. You let him come closer, closer until you could feel the warmth of his lips brushing against yours, so light at first it was barely there. A soft, testing touch, like he was still making sure this was okay. And then, when you didn’t pull back, he pressed his lips fully to yours.

It was gentle at first, careful, his hands still cupping your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks like he was memorizing every inch of you. You could taste the faint hint of beer on his lips, feel the scratch of his stubble against your skin, you felt something sweet, something that was just him.

You kissed him back, tentatively at first, but then something in you snapped. You sighed against his mouth, a soft, involuntary sound, and that was all it took for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, asking for permission, and you granted it without thinking, opening to him, meeting him halfway.

All the tension, all the months of pretending you didn’t feel anything, it all spilled out at once. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your fingers threading through his hair, deepening the kiss.

Rafe groaned softly, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you flush against him. And you kissed him back just as fiercely, letting yourself feel every bit of it. When you broke apart for just a second, gasping for air, but he didn’t go far. His lips hovered over yours, his breath warm, his eyes dark and intense, like he was seeing straight through you.

"God," he whispered, his voice ragged, "I’ve wanted to do that for so long."

You didn’t even have time to say something before he captured your mouth again, this time slower, deeper, like he wanted to savor every second. His hands were everywhere now—one in your hair, the other sliding down to the small of your back, holding you like he was never going to let go.

You broke apart again, both of you panting, his forehead pressed against yours. “Fuck,” he breathed out, a smile spreading across his face. "You sure you don't hate me?"

You laughed, breathless, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Maybe just a little," you teased, but there was no hiding the smile that was stretching across your face, the way your fingers still tangled in his hair, like you couldn’t let go.

He chuckled, leaning in to steal another quick kiss, softer this time, sweet and playful. "Well, I can live with that." he murmured against your lips.

And as he kissed you again, you realized that maybe you could, too.

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