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Watermelon Sugar–Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)
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Jake told you about the bbq pool party happening on July 4th, he really did, but you were nervous for two reasons; you didn’t have a suit and you were anxious for him to see you in one. While you were having breakfast on the patio the day before, he was going over how he’d be gone shortly in the morning to do a flyover at the base but then he’d be back at eleven with the others. He insisted you invite Brynne, Serena and Dom but Dom always heads back home to spend the holiday weekend with his family.
“I think I’ve got all your favorite foods for tomorrow, and some hard seltzers in the fridge by the bar. Is there anything else you need?” he asked and you bit your lip. “What is it, Sugar?”
“I don’t have a nice suit to wear,” you admitted sheepishly.
“No big deal, let’s go shopping,” he wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and pulled away from the table.
“No, wait–” you grabbed hold of his forearm, he looked down at you. “Can–can I go by myself?”
He opened his mouth but then closed it. “Sure. I’ll have Reynolds take you. Buy a suit for every day of the week, okay?” He kissed your hand that was on his arm.
So you did, you bought the ones that made you feel good in them and decided to wear a blue two-piece with white stars. You also bought a blue wrap to wear over it as a safety blanket when you were in front of Jake. Jake kissed you goodbye before he left to fly and you slept for another hour before getting up and getting ready.
You’ve just finished putting on red lipstick that matches the red ribbon tied in your hair when Jake gets home. His flight suit is tied around his waist, his hair still a little sweaty and his aviators are hanging off his nose.
“Don’t you look pretty,” he smiles, tossing his keys and wallet on his dresser. You’ve moved all your makeup stuff in his room, he bought a vanity for you to use along with the makeup you use and a bunch of stuff you’ve only dreamt about using.
“You look hot, I mean–” you shake your head, “you’re sweaty.” He smirks at your comment but doesn’t really acknowledge it.
“Yeah, it’s a scorcher out there,” he says, sifting through his drawers for an American flag style swim trunks. “Make sure to put on sunscreen. Everyone should be here in an hour.”
“Okay…do you need my help with anything?”
“All taken care of, Sugar. Too bad you’re all dolled up, was gonna see if you’d want to save on water and take a shower with me.” He stands in front of you, tracing the contour of your face with his fingers until they’re under your chin. He tilts your head up.
You shift in your chair making sure your wrap is covering you. Jake notices, his brows furrowing but again, he doesn’t say anything. You’re thankful for that.
“Maybe next time,” you finally respond coyly.
“Okay, Sugar,” his thumb drags over your bottom lip. “I love this color red on you.”
And then he’s gone heading towards his bathroom singing the chorus to ‘Danger Zone’ before shutting the door.
***
The party is in full swing and you feel a little more at ease when Serena and Brynne arrive. They gushed about your new suit and admired the other ones you bought. As soon as the three of you entered the pool area, Rooster smiled at Serena who quickly went over to him by the pool. He was standing on the first step, beer in hand and a bucket hat on his head.
“He better ask for her number today, or Dom is gonna kick his ass,” Brynne sighs watching your friend flirt with the pilot.
“He hasn’t yet?”
“Nope. And S keeps dropping hints but he’s oblivious.”
“I’ll say something to Jake. I know Rooster’s crazy about her,” you smile then notice Phoenix by the bar. She keeps glancing at Brynne while talking with Bob, her eyes traveling over Brynne’s cherry red suit. “Hey, Brynne, have you met Natasha yet?”
You take Brynne’s hand dragging her around the pool towards the bar and in front of Bob and Natasha.
“Hey guys, this is Brynne. My friend and coworker. Brynne, this is Bob and Natasha,” you introduce. Brynne’s eyes glitter when she meets Natasha’s and they shake hands and Natasha offers to get her a drink.
They move to the other end of the bar initiating small talk and that makes you happy. Warm, strong arms wrap around your waist and hot lips are on your cheek in a kiss.
“Hey Sugar, are you thirsty?”
You nod and he moves behind the bar to get one of your hard seltzers, he pops the tab and slips it inside a coozie. He adds a steel straw then hands it to you.
“Did you put sunscreen on?” he asks taking a pull from his own beer.
“Umm…” you suck on your straw, eyes downcast.
“Let’s put some on before you go in the pool,” he pats the side of your hip affectionately. “C’mon.”
“Jake, I–”
He gives you no choice and tugs you along towards the house. Coyote and Payback say hello to you, they’re seated on the lounge chairs discussing something about football. Fanboy is relaxing in the sun.
The cool air feels good from the dry heat outside as you enter the house, Jake still leading you through the house and into the bathroom on the first floor near the laundry room. He opens the closet grabbing a tube of sunscreen.
“I can put it on myself,” you say quietly, arms crossed over your chest making sure the wrap is still secure around you.
“I can get your back,” he smiles clicking the top open. “And you can rub my back, too.”
“Jake, I don’t–” you cover your face with your hands.
“Woah, hey, what’s going on?”
You shake your head, eyes closed.
“Sugar, talk to me please. What’s wrong?”
“I’m self-conscious,” you mutter.
“Self-conscious of what?” he takes hold of your hands and you let him remove them from your face. You open your eyes to stare at your joined hands between you.
“Of how I look. I’m not tall and toned like Serena is and I don’t have the nice curves like Brynne does…I’m…I’m not–”
“y/n, look at me,” his voice is soft. You force your eyes up, his thumbs are rubbing the backs of your hands. “You’re beautiful, exactly the way you are. Your height, your size, your curves, all of it. I told you you’ve been tempting me since day one and I mean it, you don’t even realize how much. If you don’t want to take off your wrap yet, that’s fine, I’ll get Serena to come and help you.”
“No, she’s busy with Rooster,” you shake your head. You take a deep breath. “You can do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” you nod removing your hands from his. Your eyes stare at his white tank top covered chest as your fingers untie the wrap. You continue to stare at the center of his chest as you pull it off your shoulders and he remains silent.
“Damn,” he breathes and you finally look up at his face. His green eyes are widening as he moves over your suit. “As I live and breathe, darlin’ you sure are a sight for sore eyes.”
Your cheeks are burning from revealing your suit and from his words. He reaches behind you to get the sunscreen and he pops it open again. He starts at your shoulders, making sure to rub it in under the straps and over the hills of your breasts. Your heart is hammering and you wonder if he can feel it. His fingers tickle your stomach as he rubs in lotion there, and goosebumps appear when he gets the sides.
“Can you turn around for me?” he asks softly and you do. He squirts more lotion on his hand and starts at your shoulders.
You watch him in the mirror, his face in concentration and you avoid your own gaze in the mirror. He moves your hair over your shoulder and you feel his hand slip down behind the clasp at the center of your back.
“Here,” you murmur and unhook it so the only thing holding your suit up are your hands cupping it to your breasts. Your eyes meet in the mirror, questions burning in both of your gazes but neither of you voices them as he continues to spread sunscreen on your back.
Did his hands get hotter? You try to concentrate on your breathing, the tips of his fingers dip a little below the waistband of your bottoms. More goosebumps, more heat. Part of you wants to remove your top and see what happens, part of you wants him to do it.
To your surprise, Jake hooks the clasp back together and brings your hair back into place.
“Can you do me now?” he asks your reflection.
You nod as you readjust your breasts in your suit so they’re more fitted and you can see Jake watches your every move. The way he’s looking at you fills you with a bit more confidence each time. When you pick up the lotion bottle he yanks off his tank top and turns around, you choke on the air you’re breathing because he’s so tan and muscular. He has freckles on his shoulders and a small birthmark on the very low part of his back. It looks like a heart.
You squire the lotion in your palm and then swipe your hand over his whole back. His muscles tightened and you were mesmerized by the strength of them as you rub in the sunscreen. You make sure to get his shoulders and up into his neck. Your hand curves with his spine as you go lower and get the sides of his stomach. Without even thinking, your nail traces over that birthmark, Jake takes a deep breath.
“Okay, turn around,” you say.
When he does, he crowds your space, his arms caging you in between him and the counter.
“I already got my stomach, can you put some on my nose?” he asks scrunching his nose in indication.
“Yeah,” you bite your lip and put a little more on your two fingers. You stroke your fingers over his nose and onto his chin, pressing the excess under his eyes and onto his ears. When you’re finished, you keep his face held in your hands.
You stare at each other for a second before lips are on lips and you’re somehow on the counter with your legs wrapped around his waist. His body is hard and hot and muscled against yours, his hands pulling you into him, your back bowing so you’re as close as you can be. Your fingers are in his hair and he moves one hand to cup and squeeze your breast. You moan into his mouth and then he shifts the suit down, his thumb and forefinger tweaking your nipple. You moan again and Jake moves his kisses down your jaw and to your neck and then his mouth is covering your breast.
His mouth is hot and his tongue is slick and wet as it circles over your nipple. His teeth dig into the swell of your breast while his tongue flicks and presses on your bud.
“Jake,” you sigh falling against the mirror watching through hooded eyes as he opens his. He keeps his gaze on you as he shifts to your other breast, his hand yanking the suit down. He doesn’t close his eyes until his mouth is on you again, a contented sigh coming from him and you keep your fingers curled in his hair.
The noises he makes as he suckles on you electrifies your blood cells and you need him closer. It’s when you start to grind your hips against him that you yank on his head. His mouth releases your breast with a pop and his eyes are bright green.
“We haven’t–we shouldn’t–” you’re panting trying to get the words out because so many thoughts are racing through your mind.
You’ve opened up to him more, you’re more comfortable with him, you’re sleeping in his bed more frequently but the paperwork and Betty’s health are at the forefront. This is just an arrangement, he’s said you tempt him and he’s been tempting you a lot more too lately.
“You’re right,” he nods but peppers kisses along your breasts before tucking them back into your suit. “We have guests. I got carried away.”
“I’m sorry,” you say.
“No need to be sorry, Sugar,” he smiles crookedly and shifts on his feet. “I need a few minutes before I can go back out there.”
Your eyes immediately fly down to his waist where you can see a bulge over the stars and stripes of his suit.
“Oh. Oops,” you bite your lip trying to hide your smile.
“Yeah, oops,” he murmurs, tugging your lip from your teeth into a kiss. He groans when you kiss him back excitedly. “Okay, trouble, time to head out before we’re discovered.”
“You’re the troublemaker,” you tease hopping down from the sink. You pick up your wrap and adjust yourself again.
***
You went back outside and stepped into the pool water, you also needed to cool down after what you and Jake did. The rest were in the pool and Jake jumped in with a big splash then took you in his arms. Rooster started to complain he was hungry an hour later. You were the only one left in the pool floating on one of the floaties Jake bought special for the day.
Rooster and Serena were sitting on the pool steps and Brynne and Phoenix were sitting on the edge talking. You watched Jake as he gathered all of the grill stuff, and he even put on an apron that said ‘Kiss the Chef’. You suck on your drink through your straw watching his arms flex as he cleans the grill, a sheen of sweat glistening on his shoulders.
You slip off the floaty and exit the pool just as Serena and Rooster wade in deeper, their fingers loosely linked. Jake’s eyes are on you as you walk towards him, water rolling over your body and when you’re close enough you lean up and peck his lips softly. His eyes flutter and he grins.
“What was that for?”
“Your apron says to kiss the chef, so I did,” you giggle and finish off your drink.
“I’ll kiss you too, Hangman,” Roster makes kissy noises behind you.
“Hard pass, Bradshaw. Go get your kabobs, man,” then he turns his attention back on you. “Did you put more sunscreen on?”
“Yeah, but it won’t work. I’ll still burn,” you shrug then turn around but Jake swats at your ass and you yelp.
You grab another seltzer and the start taking pictures with Serena, Brynne and Phoenix. Jake and Bradley look your way when you all squeal as Coyote does a cannonball in the water. Phoenix and Brynne exit the pool getting cozy at the bar, Brynne even kisses Phoenix’s cheek for a picture.
“That’s good, Brynne is chill compared to the last girl Phoenix was with,” Jake comments.
“Yeah, your Sugar sure is sweetening up our group, ain’t she?” Rooster nudges Jake’s shoulder then goes over to Serena who is struggling with her beer bottle.
When Jake has the food on the grill, he retreats inside to grab the extra plate of watermelon Rhea had cut up for the day. Jake always makes sure she spends holidays with her own family and he brought the plate out to you. You snatch a piece and take a bite, the juice dribbles down your chin and into your cleavage. You hold the piece up to Jake and he takes a bite, juice dribbling down his chin as well.
You giggle then lean on the pool edge to swipe it from his lips. You suck it off your thumb.
“See, you’re trouble,” he cocks his head to the side and starts to stand.
“Leave the watermelon,” you tell him and snatch the floaty. You climb back on and make grabby hands for the plate which he hands you. “Thank you.”
The food is great as you all sit down to eat it and then Rooster runs off to grab the fireworks he brought. He sets them up with the help of Bob. Jake hands you some water because all you’ve had all afternoon are seltzers. The dry heat is really getting to you and your suit is starting to feel uncomfortable which only means one thing.
You’ve got a sun burn.
You sit on Jake’s lap as Bob sets the fireworks off and you start to shiver now that the sun is no longer in the sky. Rooster and Serena were making out as the fireworks lit up the sky. You remember to tell Jake that Serena wants Bradley to ask for her number.
“He’s an idiot, he has no game,” Jake shakes his head, “I’ll tell him.”
Everyone is gone by eleven o’clock and Jake tuts when he sees how red you are as you remove your makeup in his bathroom.
“Sugar, you’re so sunburnt. You didn’t put more on after I did it for you, did you?”
“I did, I swear! But I told you…sunscreen doesn’t work on me for some reason,” you flinch when you dry your face off with the towel.
He sighs heavily. “Take a cool shower and I’ll put aloe on you.”
You do what he says and it hurts when you put on the satin pajama set. The straps are thin but hit your burning skin in just the right way. When you exit the bathroom, Jake is already showered and tugging on the draw strings of his basketball shorts.
“C’mere my little tomato,” he gestures to his bed and you crawl on it delicately. You lay down and lift your shorts up higher on your thighs and the bottom of your shirt. “Sugar…”
“Put it on please,” your body trembles as you shiver some more. Being in the heat all day is finally escaping you as you’re in the controlled temperature of the house.
Jake rubs it on your thighs first, the cooling sensation of the aloe feels wonderful. It’s colder on your stomach, his fingers brush the underside of your boobs but you’re in too much pain to really get excited about it.
“You’re gonna have to take your top off so it doesn’t cling to your skin, that’s not going to feel good,” he shakes his head. “You don’t have to sleep in here if you’re uncomfortable–”
“No, can I please? Your sheets are cooler than mine,” you pout and sit up delicately.
“Of course you can,” he smiles gently. You begin to lift your top off but it pinches at your shoulders and you cry out. “I got it.”
Jake removes it as softly as he can, folds it, places it at the foot of his bed and puts more aloe on his hands. He’s gentle as he rubs it over your shoulders and down your arms. By the time he gets to your back, it’s already dried on your front. He puts some on your hands and more on your chest because that’s where it’s the worst.
“I’m getting you SPF 100 so this doesn’t happen again.” he sets the bottle on his nightstand. Your picture in a small frame.
“It won’t work–” you start to say slipping under his sheets.
“Yes it will. SPF 30 was no help to you, Sugar.”
You sigh as you settle into his sheets, the coolness helps with the aloe but you’re shivering like crazy. Jake grabs your hands and blows on them.
“If you wake up and it still hurts, I’ll put more on you.”
“You don’t mind I’ll be sleeping with my top off?” your teeth chatter.
“Sugar, I wouldn’t mind if you decided to sleep nude,” he kisses your cheek and shuts the lights off.
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Fool's Fare: Chapter Ten
Fool's Fare: Chapter Ten
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.
Content Warning: ASSAULT, ATTEMPTED SA, feelings of jealousy, reader avoiding her problems, smut (pain kink, fingering, dry humping, p in v, dirty talk, slight breeding kink), arguing, descriptions of blood, violence, misplaced rage, idiots in love. I think that's it, but PLEASE let me know if I missed something!
Word Count: Just under 5.7k
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You always thought monsters were found solely in the spoken words of stories passed from person to person in low lights, in hushed whispers, in frantic glances.
They were the things that parents warned their children about, their gnashing teeth and glowing eyes hunting them in the dark, reminding them to stay close, to stay mindful, to stay safe.
You didn’t believe in monsters. You hadn’t since you were little, but now you wondered if monsters weren’t the creatures that roamed the nights, preying on children and unsuspecting folks as they traversed the shadows. Perhaps they were the unsuspecting victims of circumstance, the victims of choices made and consequences dealt with no care for the intentions behind them.
Did any one person ever intend to become a monster? To become the thing that parents warned their children about? Were they born or were they made? Was a monster capable of being a good person? Or did the title bar one from redemption? Were they even capable of love?
Captain Jake Seresin was a good man, of this you were sure and certain. You saw the way he treated the men of his crew with respect and fairness no matter how far down the totem pole they were. You saw how he smiled at the children in the different port town, green eyes twinkling as he waved at the babies and ruffled the hair of the small children that greeted him. You saw the way he closed his eyes in the setting sun, the sea breeze ruffling his golden locks, the smile that lay in a shadow on his lips as he savored the moment.
You watched him in those moments, wondering how anyone could think him a monster. You were no stranger to his harder moments or his rougher actions, but you supposed you had your fair share of the same. Despite seeing the uglier side of him, if you could even call it that, you still found yourself drawn to the rugged captain all the same. Your eyes would wander toward him before you even had the chance to realize what you were doing, green eyes meeting yours and snapping you out of your reverie as heat would rise to your cheeks. It was a wonder the roof of your cabin had no holes in it from the way you lay awake at night, staring daggers into the worn wood as your mind raced with thoughts of the captain, of what would happen should you either fail or succeed in having the curse lifted.
It had been two weeks since the events on the isle, and the captain had yet to lay a finger on you, as promised. On more than one occasion you had waited with bated breath as he would reach for you, only to huff quietly in disappointment as he would stop and let his fingers drop back to his sides. You found you missed his touch, the constant reassurance it brought to you that you were safe under the watchful eyes of your captain.
Truly, you found that you missed having him around you so constantly. You missed the late night filled with quiet laughter and the shared tales of growing up in your different parts of the world. The way his fingers would play with the ends of your hair or smooth over your cheeks as he studied you while you told your stories. Or the way his emerald eyes would light up with joy as he recounted a story of he and Javy back in the days before he took command of the Hangman. You missed him.
Of course, the captain was sure to keep up with your sword lessons, and you were proud to say that his hits were growing fewer and farther in between. You had yet to best him, but you caught the flashes of pride that danced in his eyes every time you came close.
You once again found yourself perched in a chair inside a busy tavern, the other ladies bustling around the room with drinks and ample cleavage on display for wandering eyes of men. You saw several members of your own crew casting longing glances at the ladies, and you suspected several of the newer members would try their hands at sating the undeterrable desire that coursed their veins.
You let out a long, labored sigh as you rested your chin on your fist, eyes scanning the room with disinterest as the men spoke around you. Natasha sat across the room, a gaggle of men surrounding her as she regaled them with titillating tales of her adventures and coy flirtations disguised as teasing japes. You wondered if you could ever find yourself feeling so carefree, envying her ability to forget the current circumstances as the deadline to end the curse drew nearer with each passing day.
The tension from your group of friends was palpable as they watched the blond captain oversee the signing of the poor, new souls sign away their lives to one of servitude. Javy stood at his side, arms crossed with a stoic expression on his face, but the way he would glance over towards Natasha just a few tables over was not lost to your watchful eye.
A pretty red head sauntered over towards where your captain sat, a lascivious smile curled on her painted lips as her eyes wandered over Jake’s form draped across the wooden chair. A manicured hand came up to rest on his shoulder, dipping down towards the open V of his cotton shirt as she leaned down to whisper something in his ear. His hand reached up to hers, taking it, and you felt the ugly twist of heat curl in your chest as your cheeks warmed. You stood abruptly, chair scraping against the stone floor as the others cast wary glances your way.
“I need some air,” you muttered, already moving towards the exit, shoving past the several large bodies, drunkenly swaying as they blocked your escape route. If the others called after you, you didn’t hear them over the noise of the tavern and the blood rushing in your ears. He would touch her, but not you? His touch you had to beg for, seeking it out yourself because he refused to touch you for some stupid sense of honor and valiance, and yet he gave it freely to the first woman who came in his sights.
The night air was cool on your skin as you finally managed to break through the crowd. You paused only for a brief moment before you pushed forward, determined to put some distance between yourself and the stifling air of merriment.
You had made it only a few yards before you heard your name ring out in the quiet streets, the familiar timbre causing your heart to clench in mixture of anguish and anger as your thoughts swirled inside your head. He had deprived you of his comfort for weeks, had kept you at bay and away from him for so long, and now he suddenly wanted you?
You ignored him as you sped up your pace, hearing the sound of his footsteps pick up as well. You rounded a corner, pushing yourself back against the entryway of one of the buildings and out of the dim light cast by the streetlamps. You waited with bated breath as the footsteps rounded the corner, a flash of blond jogging past your hiding place before coming to a slow stop once he realized you were nowhere in sight.
“Guppy?” He called, uncertainty laced in his voice. You stayed silent, still, as he glanced around the buildings lining the street. You shifted in the shadows, pressing yourself as far back as you could as you watched him. He let out a deep sigh, hunching over as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Guppy, please,” he said again, twisting as he inspected the shadows. “Can we talk?”
You didn’t want to talk, not with him. At least, not in that moment. No, you wanted him to feel as helpless as you had for two weeks, reaching out only to be ignored. You wouldn’t forgive him so easily.
You needed a moment to breathe, to think. You had been afforded so little time to yourself, constantly bombarded with tasks on the ship in between your sword lessons and chatter with your friends. You hadn’t allowed yourself a moment to process the events of the isle and the information you gathered after, and you found your frustrations and feelings from the past two weeks boiling to the surface.
Jake let out a curse under his breath as he paused in his turning. You watched as his teeth worried on his bottom lip, indecision clear on his face before stalking off in the opposite direction. You waited a few moments, making sure he was gone before slipping out from the shadows, scanning the street for signs of anyone. Seeing signs of no one, you looked back one last time in the direction the captain had disappeared in before turning towards the harbor.
You managed to make it back to the ship before the tears started leaking past your carefully constructed wall of feigned indifference. It was quiet, the entire crew having decided to try and find some sense of normalcy at the tavern, and you were thankful for that serendipitous turn of events as you padded across the deck towards the stairs to the galley.
The ship swayed in the tide, causing you to be somewhat unsteady on your feet as you stumbled towards the kitchen. The ale felt sour in your belly, and you were sure some food would help settle it before you retired for the evening to wallow in your feelings.
A part of you knew you were being unreasonable in how you were handling the situation, and as you scrounged up some bread, you huffed at your own unwillingness to address the issue.
You would never move past this rough spot unless you sat down to have a conversation with the captain. Two weeks had allowed the wounds to fester, and avoiding the situation would only make it worse.
You had just found the last of the cheese, making a mental note to pick some up at the market tomorrow before departure when the creak of one of the floorboards caused you to pause. Letting out a sigh, you turned around towards the entrance to the kitchen. It was the captain you had expected to see, so it surprised you to see one of the crew members bracing himself against the frame of the doorway, dark eyes fixed on where you stood. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought him drunk or ill with the way his skin shone with sweat, the paleness of him showing in stark contrast to the shadows of the room. The bags under his eyes caused him to have a skeletal appearance, and the hair on the back of your neck stood at attention as the two of you stared at one another.
“Evening,” you offered, wincing at how small your voice sounded. “Can I help you?”
The man said nothing, thin lips turning downwards as he cocked his head to the side. He took a slow, heavy step forward, and your eyes immediately darted towards the knife that lay on the edge of the counter. It wouldn’t kill him or cause much harm by any means, but it might slow him down enough for you to escape should you need to.
“Are you hungry?” You asked him, inching slowly towards the knife so as not to cause suspicion. “I can make you something if you like.”
“You know we’re always hungry,” he sneered, looking at you with disdain. “Haven’t had a sated belly in months. Haven’t had a drink that’s not left me more parched than before either. And women…”
He paused, eyes raking over your still form, and your heart pounded in your chest. The night was still fairly early, and you would be surprised if anyone made their way back to the ship anytime soon.
“We all know that you’re the only source of relief on this ship,” he continued, eyes growing impossibly darker as he took another step towards you. “You’re always surrounded by that lot, though. None of us can get close to you. Tha’s why when I saw you leave, I knew I had to take my chance.”
You felt your fingers twitch as you glanced back over at the knife, taking a small step sideways as he took another haggard step forward.
“Chance at what?” You asked him, voice barely above a whisper, and you cursed yourself for how shaky it sounded. The man stopped, standing slightly straighter as his cold, black eyes fixated on you.
“Relief,” he uttered, the word barely passing his lips before he lunged for you. You were faster, barely, as you scrambled for the knife. You gripped the handle in your hand, whirling around just as the man’s body crashed into yours. You let out a grunt as you stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, but managing to catch yourself on the counter. Fury coursed through your veins as the man’s hot breath washed over your face, his eyes blazing but almost unseeing as he reached for you. You brought your hand up, slashing at his face with the knife.
He let out a howl of pain as he clutched his now bleeding eye, falling to his knees as the thick, red liquid oozed out between his fingers, and you took the moment to scramble away from him, hissing as your hip collided with the edge of the counter. Your eyes fixed on the dinner bell hanging just by the stairs of the galley. You glanced back for half a second to see the man staggering to his feet, hand still gripping his skull as he fixed a murderous glare on you. You sucked in a breath as you bolted from the kitchen, the bell growing closer and closer as you willed your feet to move faster.
Your fingers wrapped around the rope attached to the bell and you pulled frantically, the loud clanging of the metal echoing through the room and up the stairs onto the deck. You hoped that it was loud enough for someone to hear and investigate.
Your thoughts were cut short as a hand yanked you backwards by your hair, a hiss of pain leaving your lips as your hands clawed at the ones just out of reach behind you.
“You miserable, little cunt,” the man growled, slamming you into the wood of the entrance, “I coulda been nice to ya, but now? Now I’m going to make sure it hurts.”
Your cheek ached from the force of the impact, the rough wood scratching your skin and adding to the sensation as you struggled to break free of his hold.
“Stop your squirmin’,” he muttered, hand wrapped around both of your wrists as he gripped your shoulder with the other to pull you back away from the wall. You took that moment to bring your foot back as hard as possible, heel meeting something solid in the process. The man let out a grunt of pain before his hand moved from your shoulder to grip your chin, pulling it back at an awkward angle to look at you.
“Now listen here-”
You didn’t let him finish, instead opening your mouth and biting down as hard as you could onto his fingers. He let out a pained yell as your mouth flooded with the taste of iron. He snatched his hand back, his other letting go of your wrists. You took the opportunity to flee, feet thudding up the steps to the deck. You turned your head to glance back over your shoulder, but before you could get a gauge on how far away the man was, you ran into a solid wall of muscle.
You let out a grunt as you stumbled back, nearly falling down the stairs before an hand reached out to grab your hip and steady you. You reeled back, eyes locking onto brilliant green, and your body sagged in relief.
“Guppy?” Jake frowned, eyes scanning you head to toe. You were sure you looked a sight in that moment. The throbbing in your cheek was pounding, the skin there sticky with what you were sure was blood. Your wrists and shoulders ached from where the man had twisted them back.
At that moment, thundering footsteps sounded behind you, and your heart jumped in panic as you twisted around in Jake’s hold. The man’s murderous gaze landed on you, his lips curled in a sneer before dropping at the sight of the captain behind you. His skin paled as Jake’s hold on you tightened, and you felt the familiar sting of tears behind your eyes.
“What happened?” Jake barked, and the man in front of you flinched at the tone. Neither of you said a word as you stared at one another, daring the other to speak first.
Footsteps sounded on the gangway, and you turned to see a small group making their way onto the deck, headed by Javy. The quarter master stopped short as he saw the scene in front of him, his usual stoicism slipping into a look of shock before they schooled once more. He pushed his shoulders back and made quick strides to stand next to the two of you.
“Captain,” he said, arching a brow at the man behind you. “What seems to be the problem here?”
“I was wondering that myself,” Jake growled, the tension rolling off of him in waves. A beat of silence passed before Javy let out a drawn-out sigh.
“Thomas,” he snapped, drawing the man’s attention. “Get your ass down in the galley. I’ll be dealing with you in a moment.”
The quarter master’s tone left no room for argument and the man, Thomas, cast one last glance in your direction before retreating back down the steps.
“Reuben. Mickey,” Javy barked out. Both men hurried to follow Thomas down the steps without another word, giving you curious looks as they walked by. The quarter master turned to look at the captain, lips pressed tightly together as he glanced down at you.
“You might want to get her cleaned up,” he said quietly. Jake said nothing. He guided you towards the cabin, his touch surprisingly gentle as your feet stumbled beneath you. You felt the first wave of exhaustion hit you then, sagging further into Jake’s side as he led you past the door and down the hall to his cabin.
The room was just as you remembered, not having seen it in the weeks since the captain started pushing you away. The man in question led you further into the room before guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. Your mind was foggy, but you were vaguely aware of Jake moving. The sound of water being poured from a pitcher and into a bowl filled the room, and the blond kneeled before you with a cloth in hand. He took one of your hands in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb gently.
“Guppy?” He murmured, eyes searching your face. “You still with me?”
“Yeah,” you croaked quietly. Jake gave you a comforting smile that seemed strained more than anything else. He looked away to mess with the bowl to his side, wringing the cloth of the water it had soaked up before turning back to you.
“You had me worried there for a second,” he said finally, dabbing at the scratches on your cheek. “I couldn’t find you after you left the tavern, and then I heard the bell on the ship, which I thought was odd for this time of night. I go to investigate and you run right into me with one of my crew hot on your tail.”
You said nothing, eyelids drooping as you fought the urge to sleep that was quickly taking over. Jake worked methodically, dabbing gently at your cheek and wiping away the blood that stained your skin.
“You should get some rest,” he told you, dropping the cloth back into the bowl and moving to stand. You watched him, taking note of the way his brow furrowed and his lips pulled down into a frown. He set the bowl on one of the tables littering the wall before turning back to you.
“You must be exhausted after today,” he continued, making his way back over to you. He brushed the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear before cupping your cheek gently. He bent down to press a kiss to your forehead, pulling away slightly, but still lingering.
“I mean it,” he chided, hands pushing you and guiding you to lay back, “you need to get some rest. We’ll talk later, alright?”
You nodded, eyes already falling closed as he retreated.
You awoke with a start, sweat clinging to your forehead as you bolted upright. The lingering feeling of being chased hung in the air as your chest rose and fell with every pant of air. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but the sun looked to be well in the sky from where you sat on the bed. It was at that moment that the door to the cabin swung open.
Jake stood in the doorway, a look of concern on his flushed face, as if he had been running.
“What is it?” He asked, breathless. “What’s wrong?”
You stared at him dumbly. “What?”
“I heard screaming,” he replied, brow furrowing as he inched into the room, the door closing behind him. “I thought something was wrong.”
You continued to stare at him as he padded closer, studying you.
“How’re you doing?” He asked finally, softly. The events of the night before rushed back to you. The feeling of helplessness, the pain, the fear. You thought about what Thomas had said to you, about wanting to feel relief, and a wave of anger crashed into you so suddenly that you were on your feet before you knew it. You stomped over to Jake, shoving at his chest. The captain was taken aback, stumbling backwards in his surprise.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up to defend against the blows of your fists against his chest. You ignored his outcry, swinging your hands blindly in front of you.
“Guppy, stop,” Jake said, scrambling to grab your wrists and stop you. You bared your teeth, rage pulsing through you much like it had last night.
“Dammit, stop!” He snapped, finally getting ahold of your wrists, stopping your tirade. The two of you stared at each other, panting from the exertion. Jakes eyes bored into yours, searching for what, you didn’t know. You yanked your hands free of his, pursing your lips in a tight frown as you studied him back. A warmth blossomed in your lower stomach, and your breaths grew labored for a different reason. Jake’s expression morphed into one of confusion, which didn’t last long as you leaned up to kiss him.
He let out a noise of quiet surprise before returning the kiss with enthusiasm. One hand moved to grip your waist, pulling you closer as the other snaked up to cup the back of your neck. Your arms wrapped around his neck, caution thrown to the wind as you moved your lips against his. Jake licked into your mouth, drawing out an embarrassingly loud noise from you. You felt the smirk against your lips, and a twinge of annoyance fluttered through the surface.
You pulled back, breathing heavy before pushing against Jake’s chest to dislodge yourself from his embrace. He gave you a puzzled look as you spun him around, pushing him down onto the edge of the bed. You hoisted your skirts up around you before settling down on his lap, once again attaching your lips to his. He let out a grunt that quickly dissolved into a moan as you began to rock against him, the hardness of him pressing into you through his trousers.
His hands settled on your hips, guiding you over him as his mouth devoured yours in a kiss that was more tongue and teeth than anything else. Your hands roamed his figure, up the span of his torso, over his shoulders, and into his hair. Your fingers entwined with his golden locks, scratching at his scalp and eliciting a drawn out grown from the man beneath you.
You clutched at his hair, yanking his head back harshly. Jake let out a hiss as his eyes focused on you. Green was swallowed up by the blacks of his pupils, and a look of pure lust adorned his face as you held him still.
“It’s your fault,” you spat, hovering your lips just over his. His brow furrowed once more.
“What?”
“He wouldn’t have gone after me if you hadn’t been avoiding me for weeks,” you continued, grinding down on the bulge in Jake’s pants. He gave a wanton moan as his eyes fluttered closed.
“Nothing to say?” You breathed, a moan escaping your lips as pleasure coursed through you.
“It wouldn’t have-fuck!” He groaned, “it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t run from me.”
You let out a growl before yanking his head to the side, running your nose along his neck. You sank your teeth into the meat of his shoulder, drawing out a pathetic whimper as his grip on you tightened, the muscles in his neck straining as he fought for control.
You let out a startled yelp as you were flipped onto your back, Jake’s hands scrambling to untie the strings of your shirt, baring your chest to him. The cool air caused your nipples to start pebbling, your chest heaving as you gazed up at him.
Jake lowered his mouth down to capture one nipple between his lips, laving it with attention as a hand reached up to grope the other. Your back arched as you threw your head back in bliss, hands curling in the soft locks of your lover once more. Jake nipped and sucked at the skin of your breast before shifting his attention to the other, and you glanced down to find him already looking at you. A smirk ghosted on his lips as he trailed a hand down under your skirts.
His fingers brushed your lower lips, sending a shiver up your spine that left you wanting more.
“Look at you,” he cooed, running his hand up and down your slit, your wetness coating him as you moaned. “Already so wet for me. You get off acting like such a wild thing all the time?”
His thumb circled your clit, and you let out a high-pitched whine as you arched into his touch. The smirk was full-blown now as you clung to him.
“Don’t you worry, pretty girl,” he murmured, cradling the back of your neck to bring your forehead to rest against his. His nose nuzzled yours as your breaths came out in quick pants. “I’ll take good care of you.”
Slowly, he pressed a finger into your entrance, your walls gripping the digit tightly, and he let out a breath.
“Fuck, so tight,” he muttered more to himself than to you. You clung to him, fingertips digging into his shoulders as he slowly pumped in and out of you, adding a second finger before long.
“Such pretty noises you make for me,” he cooed once more, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before drawing back. You tried to chase after him, but he moved just out of reach with a chuckle. “You’re squeezin’ me so hard, darlin’. You gonna let go for me?”
You let out another whimper, the coil in your belly curling tight as you scrunched your eyes closed, and you fought to hold it off just a little longer. Jake tutted, moving the hand on your neck to grip your chin firmly. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his disapproving gaze.
“Don’t you go holding back on me,” he growled, speeding up the motion of his fingers, paying special attention to your clit. “Your pleasure is mine. Now give. It. To. Me.”
With a final thrust, the coil sprang, pleasure coursing through your veins as you let out a keening moan. Jake leaned forward, swallowing your pleasure with a debauched kiss that left your head reeling for air. He pulled away, and you gasped for air, sucking in lungfuls as you came down from your high.
Jake littered soft kisses along your neck leading down to your shoulders, and a new wave of need filled you. You ran a hand through his hair, the other reaching between the two of you to pull at the laces of his britches.
“Jake,” you breathed, looking at him through your lashes. “Need you.”
Jake pulled back with a huff of a laugh as he looked down at you, hands moving to help release him from his pants.
“Not even going to wait for us to undress?” He teased, sucking in a breath as your hand wrapped around his length.
“Need you now,” you insisted, stroking him. He let out a groan, shifting back on his haunches as you released him, spreading your legs with a whine. Jake hesitated, and you pouted up at him.
“What is it?” You asked, leaning up slightly to get a better look at him.
“It’s just,” he paused, pressing his lips together and turning his gaze away from you. “I need to know if this is real. If this is more than just anger, and adrenaline, and any feelings you’re having about the deadline coming up.”
You stared at him for a moment, processing his words. You sat up, taking his hand in yours and squeezing gently.
“You don’t have to worry about any of that,” you whispered. Jake looked back at you, eyes searching once more, and you gave him a soft smile that you hoped eased his worries.
“Kiss me,” you said. Jake returned your smile, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him with you as you laid back. The kiss morphed into one that was more debauched, quiet moans falling past your lips as Jake trailed his own down your neck.
You reached down to grip him once more, spreading your legs and aligning him with your entrance. Jake wasted no time, leaning back to watch you as he pushed inside of you slowly. You let out a gasp, hands clutching at his arms as he filled you, the slight burn pushing the air from your lungs.
“Taking me so well, sugar,” he crooned, running his knuckles along your cheek. “So warm and wet for me, fuck. Could stay inside of you forever.”
His words had you clenching around him, and he let out a strangled moan.
“You keep doin’ that, and I’m not gonna last long, darlin’,” he chuckled.
“Need you to move,” you whimpered. “Need you to fuck me.”
Jake didn’t respond, instead leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss as he pulled his hips back, only to push them forward once more. He soon found a rhythm, and the sound of skin slapping and the cacophony of noises from the two of you soon filled the room.
“Feel so good,” he muttered in between kisses along your skin. Your nails dug into his shoulders now, legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on. “Never felt something this good, shit. Never wanna leave. Never want anyone else, just you. Squeezin’ me so hard, yeah. Just like that. I’m not gonna last much longer, darlin’, you just feel too good.”
“Need it,” you choked out, the coil inside of you on the brink of bursting once more. “Need to feel you.”
“Fuck, sugar,” he groaned, hips moving faster and losing their rhythm. “Want me to fill you up? Is that what you want?”
You nodded, moans escaping your lips left and right as you teetered on the edge.
“Dirty girl,” he huffed with a laugh. “Feel you clenchin’ around me. Don’t you worry, I’ll give it to you. Keep you nice and full, and then you’ll swell with me. You like the sound of that? Like the idea of me marking you from the inside out?”
Your hips bucked up to meet his, desperately chasing your release, and Jake obliged by slipping a hand between the two of you to toy with your clit.
“Need to feel you come around me, pretty girl. Then I’ll give you what you want,” he cooed. “Come for me.”
His words were all it took to send you over the precipice. Your moan caught in your throat, and your back arched as you came hard around him. Jake’s pace picked up before his hips stuttered, a moan leaving his lips as warmth flooded inside of you. He gave a few more shallow thrusts before stilling. His breath fanned across your neck, your fingers running through his hair.
Jake shifted off of you, pulling out of you with a quiet hiss as he shuffled to lay next to you. His hand gripped your waist, pulling you close with a sigh. You nuzzled into him, resting your head against the pillows as you held the captain in your arms, his head resting on your chest. Neither of you said anything for a long moment, just basking in the afterglow of your coupling.
“I love you.”
It was so quiet, you weren’t even sure you had heard it at first. Your fingers paused in his hair for a moment before continuing their path. Something swelled inside your chest, and you willed the tears to stay locked inside. What you were feeling would only serve to cause you more harm if everything went poorly, and still…
“I love you too.”
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The girl behind the bar : the date Part 3 - the apartment (1/2)
pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x plus-size reader
warnings: self-conscious, oral sex (male and female receiving)
words: 4k
Summary: You were finally at your apartment and you and Jake couldn't wait any longer to see each other naked...
a/n: I think you as the readers, me as the writer and definitely our two beloved main characters have waited very long for this moment and that's why I didn't hold back. I got quite long and that's why I've split it in two parts. Let me know what you think?
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"You better not let me walk into this building alone this time", you commented, hinting at the last time he had brought you home that stormy night. You had just arrived at your apartment building and Jake put the car in park. Instead of an answer, you just heard the opening of his door.
You didn’t wait for Jake to open the door for you. You were too impatient for that. You shut the door right when he arrived at your side.
“Are we getting impatient?”, he asked and had a smug grin on his face. “Says the guy with the boner”, you retorted and nodded at his pants. You were surprised and flattered that he had maintained it the whole ride home. Looked promising for what was about to happen as soon as you entered your apartment.
Jake had his hands on you as soon as the elevator doors closed. His body pressed yours against the wall and his lips moved along your jaw when the elevator suddenly opened his doors again with a Ping.
You pushed Jake off you and not a second too soon as one of your neighbors, Mrs. Peters, stepped into the elevator with her little dog Cupcake. You had forgotten to push the button for your floor and never actually moved upwards.
“Good evening, Mrs. Peters. Hi, Cupcake”, you greeted them and bent down to pet the dog’s head. “Evening, Y/N”, Mrs. Peters greeted you with a warm smile and then her eyes flew to Jake. “This is, uhm, Jake. A friend of mine”, you introduced Jake, feeling your cheeks getting warm. You felt kind of embarrassed for being nearly caught by your elderly neighbor.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am”, Jake shook her hand, but made sure to hide his lower region behind you as he was still indecent. “Like-wise”, Mrs. Peters said and held Jake’s hand a second too long and let her eyes wander over his appearance.
“Impeccable taste, Y/N”, she commented towards you with a knowing smile. Your cheeks blushed even more and Jake only chuckled behind you. You leaned over and pushed the buttons 3 and 4 for Mrs. Peters’ and your floor. You were living directly above her.
“You kids were on a date?”, she asked as the elevator started moving. “Yes”, you nodded and your eyes got big as you felt Jake’s hand on your ass.
“And she still calls you ‘a friend’?”, Mrs. Peters asked Jake. “We’re working on that”, he replied and sounded completely unbothered. “I have ear plugs, so you don’t have to hold back on my account”, she told you and even managed to startle Jake at this point.
The elevator doors finally opened on her floor. “I wish you a good night”, she said when she stepped out and wiggled her eyebrows. “Goodnight, Mrs. Peters. And Cupcake”, Jake said before the doors closed again.
“Good god”, you commented in disbelief at what you’ve just heard and hid your face behind your hands. “I like her”, he just said. “Of course, you do. She pretty much just told you to have very loud sex with me”, you countered and stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened on your floor. “And we don’t want to disappoint Mrs. Peters”, he said and followed you to your apartment door.
“How about we stop talking about my elderly neighbor”, you told him as you unlocked your door and together you entered your little hallway.
Jake closed the door and as soon as he turned around again, his eyes were locked in on you. You placed your purse on the little side table and bent down to slip your shoes off your feet. Jake stepped out of his shoes as well, all without stopping to look at each other.
You started walking backwards to your couch, beckoning him to follow you with your finger. You turned on the little lamp next to your couch, bathing your living room area in a warm light. When you turned around again, Jake was standing right in front of you.
You had to tilt your head up a bit to look him in the eyes. His stare was intense and captivating.
His eyes flickered down to your cleavage for a moment then back to your eyes. A smirk appeared on his lips as his hands reached up for the strings of the front tie of your dress and slowly pulled on them, opening the top of your dress.
You gasped lightly as you felt his fingers on your skin when he pulled the fabric apart, revealing your black lace bra. You heard a little growl from him.
His fingers ran along the hem of the neckline up to your shoulders, about to push the fabric down.
“You have to pull it over my head. It won’t go over my hips”, you quickly told him before you ended up a tangled mess, maybe even ripping the dress.
Instead of making a comment like your insecure thoughts expected, he just let his hands run down your arms and over your hips until they rested on the top of your thighs for a second.
He then started to slowly collect the fabric of your skirt with his fingers on either side, making the dress slide up your skin, making you shiver in anticipation. God, he was good at this. But you didn’t want to think too much about why……Because of all the practice. Damn it.
You quickly wiped away the thought and concentrated on the man in front of you and what he was doing to your body right now just because he was lifting your dress. Painfully slowly.
Just when he opened his mouth to tell you to lift your arms, you raised them yourself, impatient as you were which made him chuckle lowly.
The next moment, you stood in front of him in just your underwear. Jake looked you up and down, still holding your dress. You noticed that he didn’t just toss it to the ground and you liked that.
“Wow”, he said after what seemed an eternity and then went silent again. A snarky comment towards yourself appeared in your head so quickly, you just about managed to not let it out as you usually would. You wanted to take his words from the bar to heart and not be so hard on yourself. So, you shut up and just waited for him to continue.
“Seeing you in that bathing suit already almost killed me, but this…”, he commented and left the sentence hanging in the air. Was he doing that on purpose? You were dying over here.
“Okay, I’m only 70 percent sure that that’s a compliment”, you finally said as you couldn’t keep quiet anymore. You felt so exposed, the only thing missing right now, was a spotlight directly on you.
“Make that 100”, he said. Your next breath got stuck in your throat.
You felt your tense body relaxing more and more by the second. You took a deep breath and tried to feel as sexy as Jake apparently saw you.
You grabbed the dress from his hand and hung it over the back of a nearby chair. “When you’re not annoying, you’re quite good with the compliments”, you told him and a smirk appeared on your lips.
“Want me to show you what else I’m good at?”, he asked and a sly smile spread on his face. “If we were at the Hard Deck right now, I would tell you to shut up and charge you too much for a beer”, you told him and took the last little step closer to him, your chest touching his. He looked down at you, clenching his jaw at the contact. You looked up at him, pushing your chin forward. He slowly lowered his face towards you and you got on your tiptoes to close the gap.
The kiss was soft at first but quickly got more passionate, impatient. You put your hands on his face, pulling him even closer. His arms wrapped around your half-naked body, pressing you against him. You were hyper-aware of every single spot your bodies touched.
One of your hands moved into his hair, the other wandered onto his neck. You felt like you needed to get closer to him even though that wasn’t physically possible.
He bit your bottom lip and in return you sucked on his. Your tongues danced with each other. He was definitely wearing too many clothes right now.
“Take that off”, you said between kisses and started pulling on his shirt. Together, you quickly undid his buttons and he practically ripped it off his body. God, he looked incredible!
You immediately put your hands on his chest, feeling his soft skin and the hard muscles beneath it, letting them wander down his torso, over his abs, until they ended up at the belt of his pants.
Your fingers made quick work of opening his belt and pulling down his zipper. “Getting impatient?”, he joked again, but he loved to see you so eager.
“I mean, yeah. I’m here in my underwear and you still have way too many clothes on”, you retorted and grabbed the waistband of his pants. You pushed it down his legs and moved with it, having him step out of it and pushed it to the side.
You knelt in front of him and came face to face with his boner that was still covered by his boxer briefs. “Well, hello”, you said and bit down on your lower lip. “I gotta say, I like the view”, he said and made you look up at him. You threw him a dirty smirk and palmed his clothed erection.
“Mhm”, he breathed out and closed his eyes for a second. Seeing him having this reaction of you just touching him gave you such a confidence boost that you almost didn’t know what to do with it. You didn’t have that much practice but you have watched enough porn to know what, in theory, would be considered a good blow-job and you were willing and able to give Jake your best performance. You wanted to hear him moan your name, you wanted him to fall apart in your arms.
Your fingers grabbed the waistband of his underwear and started to pull it down, when he suddenly stopped you.
“Whoa, hey”, he said breathlessly and gently pulled you up by your shoulders. “What?”, you asked irritated when you came face to face with him.
“If you’ll blow me, I’ll come immediately”, he explained. “And who says I don’t want you to?”, you asked with a flirty smile, running circles over his chest with your index finger.
He cocked his head to the side and a smirk formed on his lips.
“What? Are you only good for one orgasm per night? Are you letting me hang…Hangman?”, his call sign rolled off your tongue and you saw something changed in his eyes. They got darker, fixed on your face.
You got on your tiptoes again and kissed him slowly, lasciviously, biting his bottom lip as you pulled back.
You ushered him to your couch and pushed him down into the cushions. You opened his legs and knelt down between them.
You kissed your way down his chest and abdomen, following the hairline, running your fingers along the waistband of his underwear, making his hard cock twitch in anticipation in his boxer briefs.
With his help, you pulled down his underwear, finally revealing him to you. You looked at it for a second. “I can work with that”, you said. Jake cocked his head to the side and lightly shook his head at you with a small smile in the corner of his lips.
You wrapped your hand around his length and slowly started to move up and down while gently tightening your grip and releasing again. Jake’s head fell back against the backrest of the couch.
You let your tongue glide along his length, starting at the base, and then circled his tip. Little drops of precum leaked out of him and it let you know you were doing a good job.
You did it again, always teasing the head of his cock with your tongue before you finally took him into your mouth. You moaned around him at the feeling and so did Jake. “Oh god”, you heard above you and looked up at him from under your lashes.
His eyes on you were hooded, a lustful look burning your skin. You let him glide deeper into your mouth before you pulled back a bit.
When you were a bit more confident in that movement, you added a hand at the base, moving with your mouth. Your spit ran down his length and over your fingers. Your other hand grazed his balls, gently playing with them.
You felt his hands in your hair, collecting it and holding it up and out of your face as your head bopped up and down his dick.
Your hand let go of his balls and moved your hand back to his leg, moving up and down his thigh, grazing his skin with your fingernails. As a response, his hips bucked up and pushed his cock even further down your throat, which surprised you a little bit. You pulled back and let your tongue move around his tip.
When you felt ready again, you let him glide back deeper into your mouth.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good”, he moaned and his grip in your hair got a little tighter. It felt like his cock got even harder and you could feel the veins pulsating beneath your fingers and tongue.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come”, he said and his voice sounded strained like he was holding back. As a response, you sucked a little harder on him. You wanted him to come in your mouth. You wanted to taste him.
You let go of his cock with your hand without letting him slip out and grabbed his thighs with both hands, relaxing your jaw to welcome his little pelvic thrusts. You moaned in encouragement at his movements, looking up at him and giving him a little nod to let him know where you wanted him to come.
You moved your head against his thrusts to have him go deeper. His hands on your head started to gently push you towards him.
“Oh god, fuck.…fuck…f-fuck”, he moaned and the next moment you felt him coming into your mouth. The hot liquid landed on your tongue and out of pure reflex, you immediately swallowed.
You slowly pulled back, giving him some light strokes with your hand before you let go. You collected a little drop of cum from the corner of your lips with your finger and licked it off.
Jake’s chest rose with heavy breaths and his forehead was a little sweaty. His eyes were locked on you, his brows slightly furrowed.
“That went better than I thought”, you commented on your performance and were kinda proud of yourself.
“That…was incredible”, he said. “Glad you liked it”, you replied and patted his thighs as he was still recovering.
“Do you need something?”, you asked. “You”, he immediately answered, grabbed your face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. He pulled you up on the couch and onto his lap. You straddled him, your knees digging into the cushions on either side of his hips.
“Now you have way too many clothes on”, Jake said as he pulled back from your kiss. When he did, he left you a little breathless.
“Then change that”, you said and ground your hips into his.
Jake went to open your bra with a confident look on his face like he had done it a hundred times, which he probably had but that confidence faded rather quickly when he couldn’t open the clasp.
“What the?”, he asked and looked over your shoulder. “Do I need a freakin’ key to open this thing?”, he asked and sounded a little frustrated.
You giggled and pushed yourself slightly away from him with a hand on his chest.
“You’re used to those small-chested, one-hook girlies. I’m working with three hooks, baby”, you told him, reached back and had it open in a split second. He might have some experience in the bra-opening-department but that was nothing compared to the thousands of times you had opened your own bras, also always without looking.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get it next time”, you told him and patted his cheek. An amused smile formed on his face and he slightly shook his head. You slipped your arms out of the straps and pulled the fabric off your body, throwing it over your shoulder.
“Mhm”, he breathed out, looking at your now naked breasts with a smile like welcoming old friends. You leaned forward and pressed them against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned down to kiss him.
He wrapped his arms around your back and pushed you a little closer before he moved you to the side and laid you down on the couch without breaking the kiss.
His body was between your legs as he kissed a trail over your chin and down your neck and collarbone. You let your head sink deeper into the cushions, closing your eyes at the sensation of his lips on your heated skin and the feeling of his scruff.
When he arrived at your breasts, his lips moved down between the valley of your breasts before he cupped them with his hands, giving them a good squeeze. His thumbs started to rub over your hard nipples causing you to moan out loud. Jake’s eyes moved up to your face for a moment before he concentrated on your boobs again.
He lowered his head to take one of your nipples into his hot mouth and started flicking it with his tongue. “Oh fuck”, you gasped and threw your head back before you leaned up a little to watch him. He took his sweet time playing with your nipples, kneading your breasts and licking your hot skin. It was so good, it almost made you come. Your pelvis rolled up a couple of times, pressing against his torso.
Jake got off the couch and was kneeling on the floor in front of it. He adjusted you a little, making sure he was still between your legs. You put your leg that was closest to the edge of the couch on the coffee table and propped up the other on the couch.
Jake’s hands ran up and down your thighs, kneading your flesh with a tight grip. His head turned towards the one propped up on the couch and his lips kissed a trail from your knee upwards, nibbling on the soft skin of your inner thigh. “Fuck, I love your thighs”, he mumbled at your skin and playfully bit you. You gasped out loud at the contact with his teeth.
His mouth moved further up and suddenly he was there where you wanted him the most. His face hovered over your still clothed center. You could feel his hot breath on your skin.
You locked eyes with him and gave him a pleading look. You wanted to feel him. You needed to feel him.
Jake hooked a finger around the side of your panties and pulled them to the side. You felt the cold air hit your hot skin, but only for a second as he licked a long stripe through your folds, causing your head to fall back into the cushions.
“Oh god!”, you called out. He did it again, and again, and again. His tongue wandered around, collecting your juices and your breath got quicker and quicker. You felt his lips closing around your clit and he started gently sucking on it. “Oh fuck, Jake”, you moaned and your hands flew down to his head, entangling your fingers in his hair. You automatically pushed at the back of his head, keeping his mouth close to you. Your whole body was flooded with a tingling sensation.
Jake only let go of you for the second it took to pull your panties off your body. He grabbed your leg from the coffee table and put it over his shoulder and then wrapped his arm around it, placing his hand on your hip bone. You kept rolling your pelvis against him and he tried to keep you steady.
You managed to lift your head again. You wanted to see him between your legs, committing it to memory. And it was a sight to behold.
He looked up at you, keeping the eye contact as he worked your clit. “God, you even look good when you do that”, you said, sounding out of breath, as you took him in, his face buried between your legs and you could feel him smiling at your skin.
“You’re killing me, Seresin”, you said and let your head drop back down onto the couch. “Killing is the last thing I wanna do to you”, he said and you already missed his mouth on you. “I wanna make you feel good. Really good”, he said and his voice sounded a little hoarse. Nice to know that he seemed to enjoy it as much as you did.
“If you want to make me feel good, you have to do something other with that mouth than talk”, you said and were surprised at your own cocky tone but he seemed to like it as a dirty grin appeared on his face.
You felt his fingers at your entrance, teasing, as they moved around it before he slowly pushed two fingers in. Your mouth fell open at the sensation. You could feel him curl his fingers and starting to move them back and forth.
“Jake”, you whined. Your hands flew to your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your nipples. The next moment, you felt Jake’s mouth re-attaching to your clit. The combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on you had your head spinning. Waves of pleasure came so fast and rapid that it almost overwhelmed you.
“Oh fuck…fuck. Jake…”, you moaned, breathing heavily. Your hips rolled against him again and again. Even though it was already almost too much, you wanted more.
“Jake…Jake…Jake”, you screamed his name as you came, your back arching off the couch. You tried to hold on to everything in your reach which ended up being his head. Your legs pressed together so hard, you would fear that you were crushing his head if you had a straight thought in your mind right now. But it was all horny fog and orgasm bliss.
Jake peppered light kisses on the inside of your thighs, giving you time to come down from your high and catching your breath again.
“That was insane”, was the first thing you said. He appeared in your field of vision as he bent over your face. “I just wanted to return the favor”, he said with a light smile on his lips. “Consider it returned”, you said and took a deep breath.
Jake bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His fingers brushed a strand of hair out of your face. You looked up at him and a small laugh escaped your lips. “Your hair”, you mentioned and reached up to run your fingers through his hair, trying to put it back in order.
“Oh, yeah”, he said and his own hand shot up to his head. “You have quite the grip”, he commented as he ran his own fingers through his hair while your hands wandered to his torso, running over his skin. “That comes from all the beers I hand out”, you shrugged your shoulders and he chuckled.
You sat up again, careful not to get your own juices on your couch. Jake was still kneeling in front of the couch and now your faces where on the same level. You cupped his face with your hands and kissed him. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you weirdly liked it. It was Jake and you, together.
You let go of him and got up from the couch. “Come on, I still need to show you my bedroom”, you told him and just walked over to your room, sure that he would follow you.
next chapter: Part 3 - the apartment (2/2)
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Rooster's Shadow: Part 2
SUMMARY: There's not a lot relating to the plot of the story. (A few paragraphs at the end that I plan on adding to the beginning of the next part in case anyone skips this part.) This part is just SMUT/SEX. so if you aren't comfortable with that kind of thing just skip to the next part (once it's posted).
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The ride back to Carly’s apartment was quiet, but the tension in the air was palpable. Jake’s fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel, his eyes occasionally flicking over to Carly, who sat beside him, legs crossed, biting her lip.
When they pulled up in front of her building, Jake didn’t wait for her to invite him inside. He turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stepped out of the car with confidence. A smirk crept onto Carly’s face as she followed his lead.
The sound of their footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway as they made their way into the building. Carly shot him a playful look, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Jake’s jaw clenched, but his expression remained cool and composed as they reached the elevator.
The moment the doors slid shut, sealing them into the small space, Carly closed the distance between them. Her hands slid up his chest, and she leaned into him, pressing soft kisses along his neck. Jake’s breath hitched, but he stayed still, not giving in.
“Not yet,” he murmured, catching her wrists in his hands and pulling them away gently. “You need to be patient.”
Carly let out a soft huff, her frustration clear, but she leaned back against the elevator wall, her eyes challenging him. He grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing, and kept his eyes locked on hers until the elevator came to a stop.
The walk to her apartment was quick, the heat between them building with every step. The second they crossed the threshold and the door clicked shut behind them, Jake’s restraint snapped. In one fluid motion, he had her pinned against the door, his hands capturing hers and pressing them above her head. Carly’s breath hitched as his body pressed firmly against hers, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.
“I’m in charge now,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine.
Jake’s lips hovered just above hers for a moment, his breath warm against her skin, teasing her with the anticipation of what was to come. Then, he closed the distance, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, almost tentative kiss. It was slow, unhurried, but as soon as Carly responded, a new intensity sparked between them. His grip tightened on her wrists and the kiss deepened. He bit down on her bottom lip, drawing a small gasp from her, which made him smile against her mouth.
Without hesitation, Jake slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring with a heated fervor. Carly’s knees felt weak, her head spinning, but she was anchored by the strength of his body pressing her against the door. His kiss was demanding yet filled with a raw tenderness that made her melt. As his lips left hers, trailing down her jaw, she shivered, letting out a soft moan when he reached her neck, pressing lingering kisses before finding her pulse point.
Jake sucked on the delicate skin, feeling the rapid thrum of her heartbeat beneath his lips. Carly’s breathing hitched, and her eyes fluttered shut as his touch sent waves of heat rushing through her. His hands, no longer holding hers captive, trailed down her sides, slow and deliberate, before reaching lower.
He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes, as though asking for permission without words. Carly’s gaze was enough of an answer, filled with desire and trust.
With one swift motion, Jake’s hands gripped her thighs, lifting her off the ground. Carly instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he carried her effortlessly, their lips meeting again in another hungry kiss as he headed toward her bedroom.
Jake laid Carly down on the bed with a deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving hers. The anticipation between them hung thick in the air. He crawled up over her, his movements unhurried yet filled with intent. Carly’s fingers reached for his uniform, starting to unbutton it with trembling hands, careful and deliberate. Each button undone revealed more of his toned chest, the sight making her breath catch.
Once the shirt was fully open, Jake shrugged it off his shoulders and tossed it aside. With one swift motion, he yanked his undershirt over his head, leaving his torso exposed. Carly’s eyes roamed over his tan skin, admiring the way his muscles shifted with every movement. Her gaze dropped to the faint trail of hair on his stomach that disappeared beneath his belt, and she bit her lip as he undid the buckle.
He pulled the belt from his pants in a single, fluid motion, tossing it aside carelessly before his attention shifted back to her. He leaned down, hands sliding under her tank top, and with a quick pull, it was over her head and thrown to the floor. His hands roamed her now bare skin, mapping every curve and contour before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. He slipped it off with ease, leaving her half-naked beneath him.
Jake’s hands moved to her shorts, his fingers quickly popping open the button and pulling the zipper down. In one smooth motion, he slid the fabric off her hips, guiding the shorts down her legs until they joined the rest of their discarded clothes on the floor. Carly lay before him, her body flushed with heat and desire, now left in only her underwear.
Jake paused, his eyes roaming over her as if memorizing every detail of her exposed form. The intensity of his gaze made Carly shiver. Slowly, he leaned in, pressing kisses to her collarbone, then trailing down her chest, his lips leaving a burning path across her skin. His hands and mouth worked together as he moved lower, taking his time, savoring every reaction he drew from her.
When he reached her hips, Jake hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down torturously slow. The friction of the fabric leaving her skin only heightened her anticipation. Once they were off, Jake placed his hands on her thighs, gently spreading her legs apart.
His tongue ran across his bottom lip as his eyes flickered up to meet hers, filled with a mix of hunger and tenderness. Without breaking eye contact, he got on his knees, gripping her thighs and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. He draped her legs over his shoulders, positioning her perfectly before he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin.
After driving Carly to the brink with his mouth, Jake finally stood, taking a moment to admire the way her body trembled beneath him. Her breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling as she lay there, a mess of tangled sheets and flushed skin. With a confident smirk, he undid his pants, the slow sound of the zipper filling the quiet room. Carly’s gaze followed every movement, anticipation building as he pushed his pants down, along with his boxer briefs, exposing himself to her.
“Move up,” he instructed her, his voice a low growl, thick with need. Carly obeyed, scooting up the bed without hesitation, her body still quivering from the pleasure he’d already given her.
Jake grabbed his pants from the floor and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a small foil wrapper and opened it before rolling the condom onto himself. Jake then climbed onto the bed, crawling toward her slowly. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he lined himself up.
Without rushing, he pressed forward, sliding into her inch by inch. Carly’s head fell back against the pillows, an involuntary moan spilling from her lips, louder than she anticipated.
A grin tugged at the corner of Jake’s mouth, pleased by her reaction. He started to move, his pace measured at first, savoring every moment. Carly’s hands clenched the sheets beneath her, her body reacting to every deep thrust. Before long, she was gasping for more, her breath hitching as he hit just the right spot over and over again.
“Jake…please,” she practically begged, her voice breathless. She was so close, her entire body tingling with the tension building inside her. But instead of speeding up, Jake slowed down, causing her to let out a frustrated whine.
“Uh-uh,” Jake murmured, leaning down, his lips brushing her ear. “You have to tell me what you want.” His voice was a tantalizing tease, dripping with control as he held her right on the edge.
Carly hesitated for a moment, biting her lip, but the threat in his eyes was clear–if she didn’t beg, he wouldn’t let her finish. She finally gave in, her pride no longer a concern as she moaned his name, her voice shaky with need. “Jake…please…help me finish.”
A triumphant smirk crossed his face as he heard the words. “Good girl,” he whispered, before picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming quick and powerful, sending her spiraling closer and closer to the edge.
Carly’s moans grew louder, more desperate, and with one final move, Jake reached down, his thumb pressing against her sensitive spot. That was all it took. Her body tensed, the waves of release crashing over her as she cried out, her entire body trembling beneath him. Jake followed soon after, his body tightening before he groaned deeply, his release hitting him hard.
For several moments, the room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Jake collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling as they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath of their intensity. Neither of them spoke, the air thick with the lingering heat of what they’d just shared.
Carly lay against Jake, her head resting on his chest, her breathing steady and peaceful as sleep finally overtook her. Jake watched her for a few moments, his fingers lightly brushing against her arm. He felt the weight of her trust in that moment–something he wasn’t sure he’d earned, but something he cherished nonetheless.
Once he was certain she was sound asleep, Jake carefully shifted, moving his arm from under her with slow, deliberate motions. He paused, watching her stir slightly before settling back into a deep slumber. With a quiet sigh, he pulled the blankets up over her, making sure she was warm and comfortable.
For a moment, Jake stood at the edge of the bed, just looking at her. There was something about the way Carly looked at peace that tugged at something deep inside him. But as much as he wanted to stay, he knew he had and early wake-up call. Training tomorrow wasn’t something he could miss–not if he wanted to keep his edge.
Quietly, he gathered his clothes, slipping back into his uniform, piece by piece. The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow from the streetlights outside casting shadows across the floor. Once dressed, Jake took one last glance at Carly before he moved toward the door.
As he opened it, he hesitated for just a second, his hand gripping the doorknob. Part of him didn’t want to leave, but he knew he had to. With a quiet sigh, he stepped out of the apartment, closing the door gently behind him. The thought of seeing her again later lingered in his mind as he walked down the hall, ready for the early morning to come.
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Aftercare (What they are like after sex): Listen, he was a fuckboy until he met you. So, there was barely anything post sex except for a short peck on the lips before he left and spend the night curled up in his own bed. When the two of you started dating, he was mighty overchallenged with you pouting at him, cause he did not wrap you up into his strong arms immediately after he pulled out. It took him a little while to fully let loose and be intimate with you besides sex, but after a serious conversation where you both honestly talked about your needs, wants and concerns, he tried his best to fully satisfy you.
Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): On himself definitely his upper body. He spends a lot of time in the gym and takes a lot of pride in his looks. But no matter how much he loves his body himself, he loves it even more when he sees you watching him at the beach or at the gym, eyes ranking over his body while you absently bite your lower lip. Jake teases you enormous for it, but secretly he loves it.
On you he has a thing for your ass, your boobs, and your eyes. Your ass because he is big on physical touch and always needs to have a hand on you, preferably on your nice ass no matter if its thick and juicy or small and cute. Your eyes cause it’s what caught him first when you looked at him all those years ago on a Friday night at the hard deck. Your boobs because there is nothing better for him then laying on top of you after a particular stressful day at work and burry his face in your boobs while you play with his hair.
Cum (Anything to do with cum): He is not as messy as Rooster is, like he would not feel the need to mark you up with his cum. He either likes it clean inside of a condom, or if you are on the pill, he is obsessed with cumming inside of you. Also highly believes that spitters are quitters.
Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs): Hangman has two.
It took him ages to open up about this to you, but as soon as he did, he felt an instant relief. Jake just can’t stand the thought someone could find out that the cocky, handsome aviator has a thing for sucking your nipples. He doesn’t know why he likes it so much, and he honestly does not want to find out but something about it is incredibly comforting and calming for him.
He has not told anyone yet but sometimes he fantasizes to be watched by someone else while he fucks you senseless. And if he says someone, he means Rooster, because he would love to see the jealousy in Bradley’s brown eyes while he slowly thrusts into you and makes you feel oh so good, letting his wingman know that he will never be able to satisfy someone as good as Jake Seresin can. (The One Shot to this Headcanon can be read here)
Experience (How experienced are they?): It’s Jake Seresin we are talking about. He has been around the block. Probably five times. But I would say that he is not that experienced when it comes to real connections and intimacy, being vulnerable is something he needs to learn with you.
Favorite Position (pretty self explanatory)
Everything where he can see your face.
Mirror Sex: Ride him in reverse cowgirl position while the two of you look at each other in the mirror – pure heaven.
Missionary: He is obsessed with seeing all those expressions on your face. How your eyes roll in the back of your head when he hits that spot inside your velvet walls or how your pretty mouth forms a silent O whenever you shatter around him and squeeze him just right.
Doggy Style: On the rare occasions when he does not need to see your face as much as he needs to fuck you deep into the mattress, doggy style is his go to. He has a perfect grip on your hips and he can spank your ass occasionally while he hears your whimper beneath him.
Goofy (Are they rather serious oder humorous in the moment?): The most you will ever get out of him is small smile when you try to crack a joke to lighten the mood, even though you should know better. When it comes to Sex your man is on a mission and nothing else. He will do everything to satisfy you in every way possible and that’s why he is determined to stay serious.
Hair (How well groomed are they?): He is completely shaved in down under. Jake just prefers this look for himself, cause it fits his pretty boy aesthetic. For you he would also prefer you to be hairless, but he would never pressure you into a certain way how to treat your body. As long as you’re a happy and confident within yourself, he is a happy guy.
Intimacy (How are they during the moment?): He had plenty of Sex without ever feeling really intimate with someone. He spends all his time to build his career and never really saw a need to get emotional close to someone. Until he met you. After he experienced loving sex for the first time in his life, he got absolutely addicted. I highly doubt he could ever go back to his fuckboy years, after he experienced real emotional closeness and intimacy with you.
Jack off (pretty self explanatory): He prefers the real deal, but he is not above it. Sometimes he is deployed, or you are simply not in the mood for sex, so he would jack off.
Kink (some kinks of theirs): Hangman has several kinks (copied from my Dagger Squad Kink Headcanons)
Breeding kink – that man wants to see your belly round and your tits swollen. Could be the southern boy from a huge family in him or just him in general. No matter what – that man wants to see you pregnant with his child.
Cockwarming – Jake being the touchiest human on planet earth loves nothing more that feeling your walls hugging him perfectly close, especially after coming right back from a long deployment.
Edging – He’s a teasing piece of shit. Nothing gets him more going that hearing you beg for his cock.
Exhibitionism – slipping his hand between your thighs while sitting at dinner with Rooster and his girlfriend knowing only, he can feel the wet patch on your panties even though you are in a room full of people, that’s probably the best dinner he ever had.
Brat Taming – Mouth ‘Make me’ at him, after he admonished you several times for you teasing him on a navy ball and will fully loose his shit as soon as you come home.
He also has a thing for degradation and humiliation
Location (Favorite Place to do the deed): Hangman is pretty open and risky. He has railed you in the bathroom of the hard deck and several clubs already, as well as at the beach and his car. He never would do it on base though or anywhere else where someone of his admirals could see the two of you.
Motivation (What turns them on): Competition. Tell him your Ex-Boyfriend was the best sex you ever had, you will regret this two hours later and won’t be able to walk for the next couple of days. Watch Coyote doing push-ups at the gym for a second to long, he will rail you at home until you won’t be able to spell Coyote correctly. Tell him after girls’ night how Phoenix rhapsodized about how her boyfriend make her cum three times by giving expertly good head, he will make you call her right after he doubled this sum, so you have to tell her with shaky voice that no one will ever be as good in bed as Jake Seresin is.
No (Something they would not do): He would never share you with someone else. Hangman likes to think about the idea to be watched while fucking you, but he would never ever let someone else touch you the way only he is allowed to. He is way too possessive for this.
Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills): That man is skilled af when it comes to giving head. He knows all the tricks; he spends his time to learn your body language and he has you squirming and shaking beneath him within seconds as soon as he puts his mouth on you. But I would say that he can get quite egoistical when it comes to giving oral. Like he does not do it on purpose but if you don’t remind him from time to time, you will get down on him way more than he goes on you. If you remind him though, he will feel bad enough to spend literally hours between your legs, long enough to beg him to let you go because you are so overstimulated but satisfied.
When it comes to receiving head, as said before he highly believes spitters are quitters, but he would never be mad at you if you would feel uncomfortable to swallow his cum.
Pace (pretty self explanatory): He can do slow. He can do passionate. He can do hard. He can do rough. Whatever you need or want it’s yours.
Quickie (pretty self explanatory): Accepting the challenge to make you cum in a spare amount of time? He is absolutely down. He loves the rush; he loves the intensity, and he loves the risk (if you are doing it at a semipublic place)
Roles (Which role do they take during sex): He mostly is a Mean Dom. Jake just has a major thing for degradation and humiliation. Everything consensual of course. I do see him having sub tendencies, which he slowly explores with you. Being vulnerable is not easy for him, but he trusts you enough to let you know this side of him.
Stamina (how many rounds are they able to go?): He is fit, he eats very well and takes good care of himself. He definitely can go for as many rounds the both you want until the both of you are left very satisfied.
Turn off (What turns them off) : Bad hygiene or someone who is overly lazy (as long as these are not consequences of mental health struggles) He spends most of his time either to work on himself or he works his ass off to get a promotion at work. Someone who has no ambitions or does not care about themselves enough to treat them good, is simply a major turn off for him.
Unfair ( How big of a tease are they?): Biggest tease on planet earth. He will do literally anything to see you all flustered, cheeks slightly red and eyes wide in disbelief. No matter if he would send you dirty texts with some nice Ab pics while you are out for brunch with your friends or if he fingers you beneath the desk while out for lunch with the dagger squad but pulls out his fingers right before you come – he will always find a way to get you hot and needy for him. And he will tease the living shit out of you for it.
Volume (How loud/vocal are they): He is big on praise. He loves to tell you who good you take him and what a good little slut you are for him. Besides this he loves to hear you beg. This man will literally have you beg for everything. You want his cock all down your throat? You better ask nicely. You want to cum on his fingers? You better go on your knees with doll eyes and beg.
Wild Card (their wild card): He is extremely competitive, which also shows in his Sex life. You probably never had a more intense orgasm than the day, you spend with Jake, Bradley, and his girlfriend in a cabin in the woods. Even though you and Jake already finished and were all cuddled up, slowly drifting into sleep – the moment he heard Rooster railing his girlfriend in the room next to yours his competitive side was awaken and it did not take him more than 5 minutes to get you all worked up and thrusting into you so deeply that you could not help yourself but to scream his name. No need to say the smirk he wore the next day at breakfast table, because he pulled three more orgasms out of you while Bradley made his girlfriend only come twice, annoyed the hell out of everyone but Jake.
X-Ray: (What's going on in those pants?): He is about average length, but he is deliciously thick with a prominent vein on the bottom side of his cock. His tip has a pretty pink tone.
Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): High. Extremely High. If he can get his hands on you – he will. Whenever and wherever you let him, just sign him that you are in the mood, and he is ready to go.
Zzzzzzz (How fast do they fall asleep after it?): He will always make sure you are being taken care of after sex. After the two of you had your conversation about what you want and crave after Sex, he will always make sure you get what you need. No matter how stressful his day was, he will wait until your head meets the pillow and he hears your sweet snores until he falls asleep himself.
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✤: Fluff
❂: Angst
❀: Smut
Full-length series:
❀❂✤ Slow Burn — Jake x OC [Kate] – Complete
After a one night stand with Hangman disrupts the fresh start you were looking for when moving to San Diego, the unexpected pregnancy forces you and Jake learn how to live with each other and tolerate one another. As the months go by, you slowly get to know the real Jake beneath the facade he puts on, but when old flames and work obstacles threaten to topple everything, your new relationship is put to the test.
❀❂✤ As It Was — Jake x OC [Abby] – Complete
When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship?
❀❂✤ My Girl — Jake x OC [Natalie West] – Complete
Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?
❀❂✤ The Backup — Jake x Reader — Ongoing
Dating is hard, especially in a city like San Francisco. That's why most of your dates end up with you in Jake Seresin's bed. He's the fallback guy. But keeping your friends with benefits situation with Jake is becoming harder to hide from your tightly knit friend group. And what happens when you start seeing a guy that you actually like, and the midnight booty calls go away?
❀❂✤Before I Knew — Jake x Reader — Ongoing
On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child?
❀✤Homecoming — Jake x Reader — Ongoing
Returning home to California after six years abroad in England, you found everything has changed. Jake Seresin, your father's former college roommate and lifelong best friend, is now a widower and has purchased a new vineyard in Montecito, only a few miles from your childhood home. Your parents’ marriage is on the rocks, your brother is struggling with what to do with his life, and you’ve grown up and are starting your own counseling practice. So what happens when you find yourself falling for the man your father calls his best friend? And worse, what happens when your parents find out he’s falling for you, too?
Miniseries:
❂✤ You Again — Jake x Reader – Complete
It’s been five years since you last saw your childhood best friend and first love Jake Seresin. But fate, or coincidence, has you back in Jake’s life and he’s desperate not to lose you again.
❀❂✤ Snowed In — Jake x OC [Ella Finnley] – Complete
When a massive storm shutters every airport in New York, you receive an unexpected call. Jake Seresin, the ex-boyfriend of your college roommate, is stranded at JFK with nowhere to go. Somehow you find yourself hosting Jake for a long weekend in your studio apartment. What happens when you realize that maybe your long-standing hatred for him was covering up something else?
One shots:
❂ He'd Let Her Go — Jake x Reader – Complete
Jake meets the love of his life in college, but after years together he realizes the best thing he can do if he really loves her is to let her go.
❀ One Night in Tokyo — Jake x Reader – Complete
Calling off your wedding three days before wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was going to Tokyo alone on what was supposed to be your honeymoon. That’s how you ended up at the bar of The Shangri-La, drinking martinis. That’s how Jake Seresin found you.
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THE LOVE SERIES MASTERLIST
Pairing: oc!kazansky x jake seresin
Inspired by Taylor Swift albums: folklore + midnight
ABOUT THE OC!: she’s Tom Kazansky eldest and only child. Was born in 1989 (three years after Top Gun) and is currently 33 years old.
In her childhood she preferred cars over planes (which hurt a lot to her father). During her teenage years that didn’t change, so, when the time of pick a university arrived, she choose one in Europe, hoping to become an mechanical and aerospace engineer.
CHAPTERS: minimum
ooi. you’re on your own kid
where you learn about Ally Kazansky and her life
oii. this is me trying
where Ally has a job offer from the Navy that she couldn’t resist
iii. the 1
where Ally has an argument with her father and she meets again a certain pilot
ovi. cardigan
where Ally and Jake’s story began
more works coming in any time
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Go On
Pairing: Jake Sersin x f!reader
Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Prue smut with no plot. Dirty talk. Lots and lots of dirty talk. Unprotected sex. P in V. Masturbation. Getting caught. Fingering. Choking kink. Size kink. Little bit of a praise kink. Dom!Jake.
AN: I didn't even know I was capable of coming up with a story this filthy.
Summary: Your roommate, Jake and you, have at set of rules in your home. Tonight... Jake breaks every single one of them.
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It was late, so as Jake unlocked his front door, he made sure to be quiet. Every night when he comes in late your normally asleep, or at the very least you're getting ready for bed.
He is used to having to tip toe around the house. Even when you are up, he still does it because it has become such a habit. Tonight, he was even more cautious because he got home later than usual. But as he grew closer to his bedroom that is directly in front of yours, he comes to a dead stop when he hears noises coming from your room.
He knows that you usual don't stay up this late, so his curiosity gets the best of him, and he carefully leans his ear against the door to try and make out the noise, and it doesn't take him long to figure it out. He's heard those sounds before. Your moans filling his ears.
He lets his head fall forward, a groan escaping his lips. I shouldn't. He reminds himself over and over. One day, a few weeks ago he got back earlier from his morning run and heard the shower running. He didn't think anything about it until he past the door, and when he did, he heard you moaning from the shower. He knew that day he shouldn't have stand by the door and listen, his cock throbbing, imagining it was his fingers giving you pleasure instead of your own. Ever since then, it has been a botheration to him. When he jerks off at night, he thinks about you and those little moans.
That's why now, he can't seem to move away from the door. Taking his hard, aching cock out of his pants and in his hand. Beginning to pump it in his fist. He carefully cracks the door and when he sees you, he has to bite his lip from making any noise. Your shirt is bunched up under your chin. Your back arched, your fingers drawing in and out of your pussy, your other hand pitching and toying with your hard nipples and your eyes shut in pleasure, mouth parted, pants and moans getting louder and heavier as you get closer to your climax.
Pre cum leaks from his cock and he knows he needs to do something quickly. That he has no business watching you, and that he can finish this when he gets to his bed; and just as he is about to cross the short distance to his room, he hears his name. Thinking you saw him, he looks through the crack and when he sees that your eyes are still closed and your caught up in your pleasure, he is confused. Just as he thinks that he is hearing things, he hears you say his name again. You're moaning his name. He heard it right. And as he hears you say his name as you touch yourself, he gets overconfident.
He opens the door, walking in. He stares at you, you not realizing he is there yet. He decides to speak.
"You called me?" His smirk is risqué. Playing dumb as if he wasn't just watching and listening to you masturbate and fucking his cock with his hand.
You jump, him scaring you. You quickly stop. Starting to cover yourself up. "What the fuck Jake?! Why didn't you knock?!" You say in panic. Your cheeks growing red in embarrassment from getting caught.
He steps forward. Stopping in front of your bed. Looking down at you. "Please. Don't stop on my accord. Go on." His voice is impish.
You try to reply. To yell at him to get out, but you are frozen. Your words are stuck in your throat. You can't speak. You can't move. Only stare up at him. He chuckles. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he leans over you. His lips hovering over yours. He gently places his hand on your leg.
"May I?" He asks for permission, and you slowly nod.
His hand begins to travel up your leg until he stops and grabs your hand. Guiding it back to your soaking core. He guides your fingers over your clit. Rubbing circles.
"Just like that sweetheart. Keep going." He encourages you. Moving his hand away from yours. Letting you do it yourself. He watches in amazement as you touch yourself. Your hips bucking and your breath starting to get heavier.
He leans up. Placing a long kiss on your neck. He pecks kisses up your neck. When he gets to your jawline, he bites your skin, a moan slipping from your lips. He sucks and bites at your skin. Getting you flustered. He bites at your ear. "Look at you..." He whispers. "Such a mess over me. Moaning my name when you touch yourself... such a bad girl." You can't help the moans that flow from you.
"You wish it was my fingers, huh? Do you want my fingers sweetheart?" He moves his hand down to your hips. Looking down at your fingers that are still working your clit. His teasing having you on the edge.
"Yes. I want your fingers. I can't help but think of you when I fuck myself." Your boldness catches him off guard. Your words making his cock twitch.
As badly as he wants to eat you out until your shaking and begging him to stop. He knows it can wait. He will make time for that later. But right now, he desperately needs his cock inside of you. He needs to take it a step further.
He pulls your shirt over your head, and he quickly does the same. Throwing them to the floor. He traps your lips in a kiss. His tongue teasing as he pulls his pants down. Taking his cock in his hand. He props himself up on top of you and your wrap your arms around his neck. He holds himself up with his elbow. His other hand squeezing your breast. Pitching your nipple with his fingers, moaning into his mouth. He pulls away. Those emerald eyes burning into you.
"Spread those pretty little legs for me." He pants and you do as he says. Spreading your legs wider. Allowing him to full range of motion. He lines his cock up with your entrance. Pushing the tip in. He rests his head in the bend of your neck. Groaning your name. He slowly pushes another inch in.
"Oh, fuck. That's it. You're taking my cock so well." He grunts out. Pushing in further. Even though it feels like he couldn't fill you up anymore. He only has half his cock in. He tries going slow. Letting you adjust. Your walls fluttering around him. Squeezing him tight. Getting harder to keep it together, being on the verge of coming all night. He tries to be patient. "You think you can take more sweetheart?"
"Yes." You answer. Grinding your hips down. "Oh, fuck!" He curses. His hand gripping your side. He keeps pushing his hips forward until he is bottomed out inside of you, completely filling you up. He pulls out, then back in. Thrusting in and out of you. Picking up his speed.
His hand sneaks up your body. Wrapping his hand around your neck. When he lightly squeezes. You clench your walls around him, a chocked moan coming from you like he has never heard from you before. He swears it is the hottest thing he has ever seen in his entire life, so he keeps that grip on your neck. Now pounding into you. His thrusts becoming harder and faster. Your stomach twisting and your head spinning.
You were seconds away from coming when he entered the room. Then he built your climax back up. Whispering the filthiest words into your ear. His touch teasing. Now he looks into your eyes as he fucks you into the bed, grunting and whimpering. That feeling in your stomach growing stronger.
You know just as much as Jake does that this is wrong in every way. And that wrongness only spurs your pleasure on more. It adds to the thrill of it. Breaking the rules. And as you stop and think about it, you're both breaking every single rule that you established. That being; Always knock on the door. No sex in the house. And absolutely no sex with each other. That is it. And honestly, right now, you could care less about that list of rules. Your happy you're breaking the rules, because God, no other man has ever made you feel like this. Be able to leave you speechless and breathless. Getting you flustered.
Clenching your walls around him, his name pours from your mouth. As you get closer. You run your nails down his back. Gripping and scratching at his skin. On the edge of your climax.
"Come for me sweet girl." He groans against your neck and his words was all you needed for your climax to crash over you. Soaking his cock. He somehow manages to thrust into you harder. Pushing his cock as far as he can into you, coming to a still, he shoots his cum in you. Filling you up. He kisses your salty skin, giving you one last harsh thurst.
He pulls out. A mixture of yours and his cum pooling out of you. He helps sit you up. Going into the bathroom, he wipes himself off and grabs a warm wet bath cloth. Dropping to his knees and cleaning you up. Making sure to be gentle.
"I guess I broke the rules, princess."
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What’s the worst thing that can happen?
Summary: Jake and you have been secretly together for 5 months, what is the worst that could happen?
Jake Sersin x Mitchell!Reader
Word count: 1.8 k
Warning - 18+, Angst, Fluff, Illusion to Smut
Likes, Comments and Reblogs are welcome!
Please do not steal my work!
“Hey, baby, I'm pulling into the parking lot now. Are you sure you don’t want to come clean and tell Bradley?”
“Y/n have you lost your mind? Rooster and Maverick would kill me if they found out I was dating you, and I don’t know about you but I’d like to live” you giggled at what Jake had just said.
“Okay but if they ask I’m not lying anymore,” you said.
“Deal, at least if they kill me I’ll have witness” you can’t help but laugh at the stupidity of your boyfriend
“If they see how happy you make me, they can’t hurt you. That’s the perk of being the only girl but in all seriousness, it doesn’t matter what they think, you’re my boyfriend and I love you. That’s all that matters” you quickly say your goodbyes and lock your car. As you walk into the bar you look around for your bean pole of a brother. After you spot him you walk over. “Hey, guys this is Maverick's daughter and my sister Y/n!” Rooster said. Everybody went around introducing themselves when Coyote aks the million-dollar question
“Soooo are you like adopted or something because you look nothing like Maverick,” he asks. Rooster goes to answer when you cut him off.
“Am I adopted Bradley, how could you lie to me?” you say, the group goes dead silent. He rolled his eyes, while Jake bites his lip to keep from laughing. “I’m just kidding, yeah I'm adopted,” you say. Everybody lets out a collective sigh and hardy laugh.
“Long time no see,” said Nat while she gave you a bear hug. “Seriously where have you been? '' she asks.
“Well unlike you guys some of us have regular 9 to 5 jobs,” you say smiling.
“Y/n you and I both know you don’t work a 9 to 5,” Bradley says. It’s true you don’t, you’re an elementary teacher so you work overtime quite often.
“Tis true brother, however winter break is around the corner! Thank god, I love kids but some of these crotch goblins are giving me a run for my money” you say with a serious look. Everyone burst into laughter. Nat offers to buy you a round and you graciously accept. The team goes on to talk about things that you could care less about. All you care about is the joy you see on Jake’s face when he gets to talking about something he is passionate about. You know how your brother feels about Jake. they didn’t have an excellent start to their relationship but he saved, your brother, and dad. They are working on building a relationship, which makes you very happy.
As the night goes on you end up playing pool with Jake, Bob, Nat, and Bradley. You are bending over for your shot when Bradley asks “what the hell happened to your neck and chest Y/N” he asked with a very concerned tone, ready to beat whoever did that to you.
“Oh this, it’s nothing.” you try to play it off but Nat interjects and tells Bradley that they are hickeys. Your face turns beet red as you tried to think of a way to change the conversation. Jake starts panicking because of the conversation you had in the car. “So has anyone seen the new episode of house of dragons?” a tv show you knew Bradley liked.
“You’re not getting out of this Y/n,” Bradley says with a stoic look on his face. He has always been super protective over you. He thought that if you were seeing someone you’d tell him. To be honest he was a little hurt.
“Its, not a big deal, I’m seeing this guy and he got carried away. It’s not my fault I’m irresistible. Plus I’m a grown woman and if you think I look bad you should see him” you say. Jake smile remembering how she got those and why it looks like his abs and back were attacked by a cat. “Now can we move on to why you still have a caterpillar on your lip,” you ask. The group erupts in laughter. Pleased with the fact that he gets to live till tomorrow Jake buys the table a round. While he’s at the bar ordering a girl comes up and strikes up a conversation with him.
“Oh look, hangman found someone already. He was doing so well too, almost 4 months.” Javy said. Everyone lets out a chuckle. You turn around and see Jake talking to a girl. You try hard to not get jealous because you know he is a good guy. Before anyone else could comment they saw Jake shut down the girl’s advancements and head toward the table with their drinks. “Whoah Hangman are you sick,” Javy asks.
Jake furrows his brows “No?” he said questioning why Javy would ask that, then it dawned on him. “Oh I just don’t feel like it tonight,” he said.
“That’s been your excuse a lot recently, are you sure you’re okay” Javy ask genuinely concerned. Jake felt trapped, he could either fess up or keep lying. He looked at you, hoping you could give him an answer. You look at him as if giving an encouraging nod. He quickly musters up some courage.
“I am seeing someone” Jake said with a bashful smile. You smiled as well, although it wasn’t the full truth it was a step in the right direction. The group was silent until Bob congratulated him and said it was about time. The group quickly moved conversations to talk about the most recent football game.
You walked over to Jake and whispered into his ear “Hey do you want to get out of here and come to my place?” He gave an enthusiastic yes and told the group that he was going to head out. 15 minutes later you also bid your goodbyes to the group and raced to your house to meet Jake.
As you pulled into your driveway and parked Jake hopped out of his car and raced to you feverishly kissing you. Once he was done he put his hand out asking for your keys. Once he had them he threw you over his shoulder giving your ass a nice smack which elected a moan from you.
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You are awoken by the sun streaming through your blinds. You turn over and snuggle into Jake’s chest to hide from the sun’s harsh rays. He brings you closer as if that’s possible. “Good morning darling,” he said with his voice thick with sleep and southern charm, you smile and look up at him.
“Moring,” you say kissing him, he kisses you back like a man starved. You giggle and straddle him and kiss down his neck when you hear the lock to your front door click and a pair of boots stomping around.
“Y/n, are you up? You are late to brunch” your dad shouts
“Hurry up im starving” shouts Bradley stomping up the stairs. You quickly look at your clock and see that it’s 12:30. You are 30 minutes late to brunch.
“Shit shit shit” you whisper as you get off of Jake and try to find a shirt. “Uhh give me a second, i'll be right out” you shout. Whispering profanity and telling Jake to get dressed and hide in the bathroom. It’s too late because Bradley opens the door right as Jake is getting out of bed to put his boxers back on.
“What the fuck” Bradley yells frozen in the doorway, you hear another round of feet coming up the stairs.
“What is it, Bradley,” your dad asks sounding super concerned. Once he appears at the door and lets out a grone. They both look ready to kill At this point, but the shock has worn off of you.
“First of all knock”, you say in a stern tone. “Second of all calm down,lets talk about this when I’m fully dressed” shutting the door in their faces. Looking back a Jake you expect him to freak but he doesn’t he just pulls you in for a kiss.
“It was nice to know you doll,” he says kissing you again. You roll your eyes and put on some PJs. Once you are both dressed you head downstairs into your kitchen.
As soon as you walk in they start asking questions. You hold your hand up and say “First of all stop yelling, Second would you all like coffee?” you walk towards the coffee maker and turn it on. Jake stands at the door looking ready to run if they come after him. As the coffee starts to brew you go about making your cup while Bradley and your dad just stare at you knowing not to mess with you until you’ve had a cup. As soon as you’ve taken your first sip they start bum-barding you with questions. “Okay let me start from the beginning you say” walking over to the table and grabbing Jake along the way, as you all sit down. “Jake and I met at the Hard deck 5 months ago, he was very kind and not like how you all described him,” you say looking at Bradley.
“YOU’VE BEEN DATING FOR 5 MONTHS” Bradley stands and shouts. You give him a look that screams ‘shut the fuck up’ he quietly sits back down and you continue explaining the ins and out of your relationship. Once you are done you all sit in silence while the two men across from you process this new information. “I still don’t like this,” said Bradley. You kick him under the table and glare.
“I don’t care if you like it, it's my life and I can date who I want,” you say looking at Jake with doe eyes. Bradley just glares at Jake
“Does he make you happy,” your dad asks. You shake your head yes. “Then that’s all I can ask for, but I swear Jake if you hurt my baby I will kill you,” he said.
“Yes sir,” Jake said. “She is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love her and would do anything for her.” He said kissing your forehead. You look up at him and snuggle into him.
“Okay, then that’s all I can ask as a father,” Maverick said sincerely. You smile at your dad and then look at Bradley.
“I'm not happy that you kept this from me, however, if you are happy then I'm happy. Just keep the PDA to a minimum please,” he said with a small smile on his face. “I'm going to text the group that you don’t have an STI,” he said looking at Jake.
“What,” the group said collectively. Bradley explained that when Jake stopped sleeping with a new girl every night, the team got concerned and Bob suggested that he may have gotten an incurable STI. They all burst into laughter.
“Well, why don’t you two get dressed? We can go get food, I'm still hungry and I know Bradley is probably dying” said Maverick, you and Jake agreed and went to get ready.
“See that didn’t go that bad,” you said, handing Jake some clothes.
“Wait till they find out that I’m moving In,” he said, kissing your neck.
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You gave me Soft Jake, Soft rooster, jealous Jake, flirty rooster, angry Jake and bratty Jake ALL IN ONE STORY????
You're a genius dude this was breathtaking 🫂💕
"Brat?" Fuck
AND THE LAST LINE??? ma'am I'm begging you pls release the next part soon I literally cannot wait for it 🥺🙌🏽
Ivy | chapter three
summary: Rooster and you make an agreement. Jake doesn't like when Rooster does something just for ol' times sake.
listen to: You get me so high - The Neighbourhood | Jessie’s girl -Rick Springfield. (playlist here)
warning: smut
word count: 5.8k
series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fii!!
When you opened your eyes the next day, you were met by the sound of birds, bright sunlight streaming in through your window, and Jake’s arms wrapping you as you slept peacefully on his chest. Bodies intertwined as the hot air of summer filled the room, you moved slightly trying to wriggle out of Jake’s hold on you without waking him up. You’d been going all night, caressing each other, kissing whatever inch of skin was untouched by the other; honestly, you were spent and exhausted.
And yet, you knew that you were happier than you’d been in the last few months.
You fell asleep easier than any other night before, tucked safely against his firm chest as he brushed your hair softly until you fell asleep. You’d always known that he had a soft spot for you, you weren’t an idiot when you realized that his teasing was more lighthearted than with the rest of the crew, even when you were younger. Playful conversations, quick remarks, and butting heads while going on about who was better than the other.
It’d been right there and yet, you’d been oblivious to it.
The sound of buzzing coming from the kitchen was what made you snap your head towards the door with a frown. You tried to stand up only to realize that your back ached as well as your legs - maybe from the fact that you’d been fucked against the floor and then repeatedly through the night -at least it was a pleasurable ache, a reminder that sex with Jake was pure euphoria.
You stretched a bit farther, trying to finally free yourself from Jake’s warm hold on you but he groaned softly, when you did, finally his sea-foam eyes fluttered open as he watched you with a softness that you weren’t sure you’d ever recognize from him.
“Don’t go,” he murmured as he tried to press you against his chest again, you smiled as you feel the heat irradiating from his body.
“Hangman,” you whined as you moved your leg over his hip as attempted to climb off the bed, without much success.
Hangman groaned again as he felt you on his lap, he quickly managed to pull you down against his chest and gazed down at you with a soft grin while you grumbled under your breath.
“Come on, just,” he finally whispered as he stare at you. He trailed his hand on your cheek, glancing down at you while his eyes gleamed like a heavenly body.
It would be easy to walk away from whatever had lighted up between the two of you if he wasn’t looking at you like he was. This, should feel wrong and Hangman knew that it crossed your mind, he could see it. And yet, you were still there, looking at him with a soft smile, like you didn’t want him to leave.
“What’s that face?” you asked gently as you rested your chin over his chest, passing your fingers through his blonde locks.
Jake sighed as he looked at you. He wasn’t the one that said too many things, he often avoided them so swiftly that girls didn’t even realize he’d dodged them but with you, it was as if he’d woken up from a deep slumber and now he was living in a different world.
There was no way that you would notice him but you had.
“I’m just happy,” he replied gently, knowing immediately that he might’ve been too honest for his good.
You swallowed sheepishly before leaning into him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He tasted like the lemons that you grew in your garden, somehow sweet and acidic while your whole body seemed to ignite on fire as he deepened the kiss. When you pulled away his pupils were blown wide and a maroon shade painted his cheeks.
And then, there was that insisting buzzing coming from outside of your room. You sighed while you looked back at Jake before pressing your lips delicately to his.
“Wait here,” you asked him gently, he groaned softly but he finally let go.
You quickly took a shirt from your drawers and a pair of panties before you walked out of the room as you got dressed, Jake’s eyes never left your body -at least, not until he lost sight of you.
You wandered into the main room, it looked as if a cataclysm had passed through it. There was broken glass on the kitchen floor, your things tossed in different directions, clothes scattered around, your rug was wrinkled, and even the couch -which had become a new surface you’d experimented on the night before- was tilted to the wrong place. You sighed as you hoped your mother wouldn’t come any time soon.
This wasn’t normal for you, creating messes, making the lines blurry of what’s wrong and what’s right; and yet you wondered if it maybe was truly you. You’d never been anything but private and reserved, strict and precise. You followed the book and yet when Jake touched your body as if he was playing an instrument, you realized that you’d never felt more like yourself.
You did your best to take your phone, which was buzzing against the floorboards, from one of the pockets on the flight suit that lay between the shattered glass on the floor, smiling to yourself as you realized that it had become a more or less normal occurrence with Hangman. You grabbed the phone from your pocket and your eyebrows furrowed slightly.
🐓: I’m on my way to your place. Please, don’t shut me out.
Your heart sunk in your chest as you read the text and looked at the time. He’d been calling for about half-and-hour and that text was sent ten minutes ago; he would be in front of your house in less than fifteen minutes.
“Something wrong?” Jake’s voice startled you as you watched him take his boxers from the ground as placed them on.
His eyebrows knit together as he noticed how pale you’d become in a matter of seconds, the sullen look on your face as you turned around.
“Rooster’s coming,” you muttered in a hushed whisper as you stare down at your phone and then again at Jake’s who was looking like he was a Greek god. Rooster would probably lose it if he saw Jake like that, if he found out then things would be forever broken between the two of you and he would probably beat Jake to a pulp too.
Sprung by the fear of having any kind of confrontation you quickly raced through your living room to place your uniform and other clothes in a basket, before you tried to move the couch to the place it belong to. Jake turned toward you, he took the couch in his hands and one swift motion managed to put the couch back in its place.
“Thanks,” you breathed out as you gazed at him, but he was looking at you sternly.
“Did you ask him to come?” Jake asked as he placed his hands on his hips. You noticed that he was trying to remain as neutral as possible but you could still feel the sorrow in his eyes. You knew what he was asking though, ‘Are you going back to him?’
At first, you didn’t know how to answer because until two days ago, Jake was simply a friend.
“I, I think he wants to talk about last night,” you explained as you noticed how his sea-foam eyes seemed to drop further, tugging your heartstrings. “Listen, Jake,” you finally breathed as you tried to hold onto his hand.
“No, no,” Jake shook his head as he walked away from you. “Don’t ruin it,” he asked, gruffly as if he was trying to sound tough.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” you replied while he raised his eyebrows at you in a challenging manner.
“I bet’s going to go ‘I think you’re great but this cannot keep happening’” he scoffed.
You sigh as your eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I don’t want to hurt him,” you breathed out as you tried to find the right words. “And I think this,”
But Jake cut you off.
“Can’t we keep it a secret between us?” he asked, a little too quickly. The threat of losing you and whatever this was made him feel like he couldn’t breathe.
You watched him quietly, a puzzling look in your eyes while he stared at you.
“You want to,”
“I just,” Jake muttered quietly before he shook his head, at a loss for words. He walked towards you quickly before he was cupping your face in his hands and kissed you softly.
You understood what he meant, you didn’t need words to understand that he wanted this, he wanted you. In your mind it had never occurred to you to do such a thing, to not clear the air of what had happened between the two of you and put an end to it.
You should’ve put an end to it but you didn’t, not with those sea-foam eyes looking at you like that.
“I’ll think about it,” you murmured against his lips while he held your face and you caressed his forearms. “But I mean it, this cannot happen until we’ve agreed,”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Jake replied as he kissed you again.
Jake drove off from your place a few minutes before Rooster was knocking on your door. You’d barely managed to put on some shorts and fix things around enough for it not to look like a fucking disaster, though you were still walking over the shattered glass when you heard Rooster knocking softly on the door.
When you opened the door, Rooster’s standing there with those puppy dog eyes that you used to love. He looked tired but not in a hungover type of tiredness, exhaustion caused by what you could only describe as regret.
“Hi,”
It should’ve softened you until you recalled how he’d kissed you without your permission the day before. You narrowed your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“What do you want Rooster?” you grumbled.
Rooster pinched the bridge of his nose for a second before he sighed and gazed at you again. “Okay, I’m just here to say that I’m sorry about yesterday, I didn’t mean-” his eyes fell behind you, to the mess on the floor, the glass was spreading all over the floor. “What happened over there?”
You frowned and turned around, a scarlet shade washed over your cheeks.
Fuck.
“I had an accident, doesn’t matter,” you said as your gaze turned back to Rooster.
Technically it was an accident.
Rooster sighed and shook his head slightly before he stepped into your place. “Come on, I’ll help you clean it up,” he muttered as he entered the house. He’d spent time there, there shouldn’t be any reason why you wouldn’t let him in. He knew that house since he was a child, it was kind of his home too.
And yet, you still felt your heart thundering in your chest. Could he smell Jake on you? Could he smell the scent of lemons and wood that lingered on your skin after he was rocking into you while he kissed your spine? You tried not to think about it as Rooster took a broom out and began to sweep the glass from the floor, while you stared at him silently.
Rooster also knew that he shouldn’t be there, not after what he did the night before. He would like to tell himself that he got carried away, that he was just too overwhelmed with his feelings for you. In reality, he was terrified to think of you slipping away. He knows you too well, too well to know completely that the breakup pulled you apart too, too well to know that he might’ve given you the last kiss he would ever give to you, too well to know that you’d been pulling away from him even to your detriment.
Rooster though wasn’t known for quitting.
“I know you’ve been hiding out here,” he finally muttered once he had picked up most of the glass from the floor while you walked towards one of the stools in the kitchen. “None of our friends knew you were back,”
“I needed time for myself,” you sighed.
Rooster shook his head. “Keep telling yourself that,” he replied.
“What?”
Rooster bit his cheeks as you stared at him defiantly, he knew the look was like the back of his palm.
“I know you, you shut everyone out when something happens and you have to face your feelings,” he said. “Hell, I don’t even know how you didn’t shut down completely after Ice,”
“You almost died,” you replied a bit too quickly while you look down at your hands.
It was the truth. After Ice's funeral, you were barely talking to anyone, you kept going to train for the mission but you weren’t talking too much. It was enough for Maverick to not choose you to be his wingman, secretly, you were glad that he hadn’t because if your mom lost you, you didn’t know if she would’ve withstood it with Ice having died so recently.
The only thing that had shaken you was Rooster and Mav almost dying, and Rooster’s confession followed up; giving you little room to shut down anymore, bonding with him after such trauma only made things harder.
Rooster nodded softly at you, while he stared. He quickly walked to you and sat next to you while he took your hand and give it a soft squeeze.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
“For what?”
You sighed while you gazed at his honey-burnt eyes. God, he shouldn’t be looking at you like that, he shouldn’t be looking at you like Jake did this morning.
“For this,” you said. “I know what you’re doing coming over here,”
Rooster raised his eyebrows playfully. “You do?” he chuckled. “Tell me then, darling,”
You laughed at him while shaking your head at the nickname. Rooster felt his whole body buzzing as he heard you, he had never enjoyed making someone laugh the way he enjoyed making you laugh. He recalled how you used to make him work for every laugh and smile when you were younger.
“I have a feeling you’ve talked with my mom,” you replied while staring at him.
“What? No, I did-” his eyes widened as he tried to deny it. “I talked with Mav,” he replied.
If Maverick knew what was going on, was because Sarah was telling him how you were. You rolled your eyes at the realization that your mother had been playing a double agent.
“Great,” you grumbled while you climbed down from the stool.
Rooster sighed. “Don’t be like that,” he said as you walked towards the sofa, away from him.
“Like what?”
Rooster shook his head as he walked towards you and grabbed your wrist, spinning to face him, he pressed your back into one of the walls. You frowned as you tried to pull away but he didn’t let you.
“Rooster, don’t-”
“Look, more than your ex-boyfriend, I’m your best friend,” He said. “I’ve known you since I can remember and I, I know when you’re hurting. It’s even worse when I know it’s because of me. What I did yesterday wasn’t right and it won’t happen again. I’m in love with you but I also love you enough to know that I have to let go of being with you if it means that I get to have you in my life as my best friend,”
“Rooster,”
“I’ve missed you so much as my best friend and I can’t bare to see you hurting with no one,”
You sighed as he finally let go of your hand, he was staring at you in the soft way that he always did before, even before you were together. It shouldn’t break you to see him like that, it does though.
“I’ve missed you too,” you finally sighed while you stared at him.
Rooster's lips quirked up slightly. “C’mere” he muttered before he pulled you into a hug.
You nuzzled against his chest softly, the smell of plane oil and honey wrapped around you. He felt at home when you wrapped your arms around him. Rooster smiled so widely as he held you, he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about it but god, he’d missed your touch so much.
“So, friends?” he muttered after a minute, he cupped your face softly, caressing your cheek as he tilted your head so he could watch you.
“Are you going to try any other move on me?” you asked him while raising your eyebrows at him, your words harsh but Rooster knew that you were joking.
He sighed.
“I might,”
“Rooster!”
“I did say I’m still in love with you but I’m not going to do anything unless you ask me to,”
You shook your head.
“Keep on waiting,” you grumbled while you let go of him. “You want some breakfast before work?”
Jake kept his promise of waiting for you.
More or less.
That morning, you learned a thing or two about yourself.
You learned that you were a good criminal, you could have breakfast with Rooster with not a lot of paranoia about having fucked Hangman mere hours before in the same kitchen where he was eating some pancakes. Not even a drop of sweat on your forehead as you winced slightly once you sit down in the classroom where Maverick goes through the details of the mission and for the exercise of the day.
You also realized that you were a terrible person too. Rooster was still staring at you that morning like you were the love of his life while Jake was eye-fucking you every chance he got. Rooster was still making you laugh, still pulling you tightly against him as you walked to the Tarmac.
He still believed that he had you, all of you.
The thought of him finding out made you feel ill. Especially by how he was now talking with Hangman as they played a game of pool on the Hard Deck.
It was Saturday already and it’d been already a long week, you didn’t need this. You didn’t need Rooster’s hand on Jake’s shoulder, you didn’t need Jake’s laughing at Rooster’s comment while he gazed at you in a fleeting second and then back to the game. They were getting along even better than before as if sharing you unknowingly made them best friends.
“What’s on your mind?” Bob asked as he sipped from his juice.
You cursed mentally as you sipped your Moscow mule from the bar where you are with Bob and Phoenix, you turned to Bob raising your eyebrows at him before turning back to them. The sight was enough for you to ask for a drink, not your usual sober way.
“Can’t believe they are getting along so well,” you grumbled.
“Well, saving the other’s life would usually do that to people,” Phoenix intervened as she raised her eyebrows at you, something else swimming in her eyes.
You knew that Phoenix was the smartest among the dagger squad. If she knew that something was happening, it wouldn’t be long before everyone found out. You swallowed hard while you nodded. If you acted like nothing was happening, nothing was happening.
“I know, still it’s different,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders.
“Hangman has been different,” Bob muttered uninterestedly as Phoenix and you snapped your head toward him.
“What do you mean?”
Bob shrugged slightly while he raised his eyeglasses. “I don’t know,” he said. “He seems more relaxed than before, he’s not being an asshole all of the time,”
Your eyes widened slightly, you tried to recall the past few weeks and Jake’s behaviors. Innocently, part of you thought that it was something that only happened around you. None of them knew how delicate he was with you, none of them were there when he whispered sweet nothings into your ear when no one was noticing you, none of them knew how he had held you when you slept together. But maybe they’d noticed the soft smiles he sent your way, maybe they’d noticed that he was less snappy than before, maybe they’d noticed how careful he was when he was on the air now, less reckless when you were around.
“I’m going to see what they’re doing,” you decided as you let go of your drink.
Both men raised their heads as Coyote called your name once you strolled towards the pool table. They both smiled as you walked towards the team, both of them frowning slightly once you leaned against Javy while he explained to you the status of the game, but you still stared at them until he finished.
Jake, though, was more hyperaware about what Rooster was doing, and how he was looking at you. His jaw ticked as he realized the way Rooster’s eyes were trailing your body, how his stupid mustache looked over the stupid side smirk he was giving you.
Jake shouldn’t be that jealous, he knew that you were last screaming his name some weeks ago, he knew how your cheeks turned scarlet when he said something slightly flirty when he was looking at you in a way that clearly told you he wanted to take your clothes off.
And yet, the jealousy was suffocating.
“What are you two talking about?” you asked as you glanced between Rooster and Jake.
“Nothing, sweetheart,” Jake replied as he heard Rooster answering at the same time.
“Nothing, darling,” Rooster stated.
Jake couldn’t help but noticed how you winced slightly as they both answered you. Rooster then glared at Jake for a second, furrowed eyebrows and all, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he returned to you and smiled at you.
Rooster was never good at hiding his jealousy from Jake. Jake knew that something always bothered Rooster about you two. It wasn’t even that you were super-close but Rooster would often glare at Jake when he made you laugh when Jake made a suggestive comment and instead of answering with disgust you would shake your head and giggle.
Rooster hated it, Jake knew it.
How would he even react if he knew that Jake had you riding his face in the dawn while you moaned some weeks ago?
“Whatever you say,” you muttered while you stared at the game.
As you leaned into the pool table, Jake’s eyes widened. Your dress although modest upfront, barely covered your ass, and he was pretty sure that if you leaned a bit more every guy in the Dagger Squad and on the bar would have a view of your pretty white underwear. If Jake could have it his way, he would’ve taken his bomber jacket and wrapped it around your waist already while dragging you to his place. It’d been weeks since you’d seen each other, and you were always telling him that you still needed to think about it; other than a peck or two, nothing had happened and Jake was so close to making a move on you, but instead, Rooster made his move.
You gasped softly as you felt a strong pair of hands on your waist, pulling you against a chest. By sheer audacity, you knew it couldn’t be Jake or you would’ve murdered him on the spot. Instead, the honey scent of Rooster invaded your space as his strong hands held your skin tightly, even with the dress you could feel the heat of his body.
He bends down, mouth millimeters from your ear. “You know that I love that dress right?”
You felt the heat spreading out through your body from the tone of his voice, low enough to know what he meant when he said those words.
“Rooster, stop,” you muttered as you took a hold of his hand and tried to brush it off.
“Remember when I took you home after that party?” Rooster insisted and you sank your teeth into your lower lip as you still tried to brush him off.
“Get a hold of yourself, Bradshaw,” you snapped at him as you finally wriggled out of his hold on you.
He had a smile on his face, his cheek a shade of maroon while his eyes were glossy. The look he was giving you was one he’d given you before, with the same dress one night you’d gotten out. Part of you the next morning thought he’d ripped it apart from you once you reached his place.
It hadn’t thankfully and although the memories made you want to push your thighs together, you shook your head.
You narrowed your eyes at him before turning away from him until your eyes met with Jake’s. Livid didn’t begin to describe how he was looking, honestly, you were surprised that the pool stick on his hand hadn’t broken in two, he was gripping it that tight.
He glared at you as you threw him an apologetic look before excusing yourself and returning to Phoenix and Bob. They didn’t ask what had happened and you didn’t tell them anything about Rooster or Jake, instead, changing the topic of the conversation right away.
Jake didn’t get near you for the rest of the night, Rooster did. Jake refused to talk to you, Rooster didn’t. It was strange, to be showered with attention by someone that was supposed to be the love of your life and still gazing back at his wingman.
Deep down you knew that you shouldn’t have been thinking about Jake. It’d been weeks since something had happened between the two and you’d been fighting with yourself not to do anything stupid again. It was true that Jake had made you feel happier than you’d felt months prior but you still felt like you were going to throw up each time you thought about Rooster finding out.
And you tried to keep your persona, your values, the things that Ice had taught you.
At least until almost one a.m. when you trailed behind Jake after he’d muttered his goodbyes to the rest of the team, all without looking at you.
You gazed over your shoulder as he walked out of the Hard Deck while you frowned slightly. Maybe it was the alcohol that made you braver, liquid courage, but you muttered something about checking on your bike and you walked out a minute or two after Hangman. People didn’t suspect anything, Rooster was too busy with Payback and Fanboy to think much about your sudden escape and Phoenix was talking with Payback’s girlfriend and Bob to say anything.
Hangman wasn’t far away when you called his name. He was in the direction towards his place but close enough to the bar so he could still hear you. The beach wasn’t empty per se but people were scattered to their places already, few people remained as you called for Jake.
“Jake, come on!” you panted as you grabbed his wrist and pulled him, haltering his step. “Can we fucking talk?”
Jake’s sea-foam eyes narrowed slightly, he towered over you so easily that you had to give a few steps back. Despite all the alcohol flowing through your veins, you’re painfully aware of the heat of his body as he takes a hold of your forearm so you couldn’t walk away from him.
“What’s there to talk about?” he snapped at you while he glared at you. “Hm? Me watching how you and Rooster flirt all night?”
“I wasn’t flirting with him!”
“You weren’t stopping him either,” Hangman chastise you, his eyes locked on yours.
Your eyes widened softly at the revelation. You knew that Jake could be jealous, it would be nothing new, but this?
This wasn’t just jealousy, you could see it in his eyes.
The alcohol probably gave you more courage than it should, probably more courage than anything could give to you. You quickly crashed your lips against Jake’s, your hands moving quickly to his shoulders, pulling yourself against him as his hand moved to grip the front of your throat.
It felt like heaven to Jake, he couldn’t believe he’d spent weeks without tasting your lips. He quickly moved you against the side of the bar, near where the bushes were, not caring if anyone was still on the beach to see you. It’s rough and passionate, the heat overwhelms Jake’s body as he squeezed your throat and his tongue explored your mouth.
Jake’s free hand slips around your body, his hands skimming your thighs, coming to rest on your ass under your dress, gripping it tightly as a moan escaped your lips. You’ve missed him, you’ve missed feeling him and kissing you as he did. Moaning you sink your teeth into his lips and he lets a groan before he’s devouring your mouth again. The intensity of the kiss grows as the second's pass, anger, desire, longing, hard breathing, it’s everything as you tug his shirt eagerly and press him against yours.
Your back hits the moist wood wall as Jake loosened his grip on your jaw, trailing kisses on your neck and across your collarbones while you rolled your hips against him, looking for any friction you could find. Jake felt your movement, he smirks as he kisses your collarbone and before you realized it, he sank onto his knees, which now become a common occurrence when you got together.
And yet, he doesn’t sink his face between your legs.
He gazed at you from his place between your legs as he placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, an intricate pattern follows.
Kiss. Bite. Licking. Sucking. Other thigh. Bite. Kiss. Sucking. Licking.
You can’t breathe. The temperature rose, the air thickened, and the tension stole every last bit of oxygen from your lungs as you wait for him to touch you. You were so wet, you knew that you were but he was not touching you. Your hips move to your own accord as a desperate whimper slipped from your parted lips as Jake slowly and deliberately continued to taunt you.
Modesty, rules, Ice’s values. Everything went out the window as Jake pressed a soft kiss to your core over your underwear before he smiled up at you. That innocent fucking smile, like he hadn’t fucking felt your pulse on your core, as if he hadn’t felt you shudder while he held your hips like he hadn’t heard the soft moan you let out as soon as he did it
“Hangman, please,” you whimpered impatiently.
Jake pressed another kiss on your core, harder than the one before and you jolted at the sensation.
“Just wanted to remind you whose name you were screaming, darling,” he taunted, the emphasis and poison on the last word made it obvious that he was teaching you a lesson.
You didn’t like it, but it felt as if your body was betraying you.
“Jake,” you whimpered again, frustration now obvious in your voice.
Hangman simply chuckled darkly and deviously as he continued his pattern on your thighs. He placed another kiss on your clothed core as he raised from his knees and kissed you roughly. You hum loudly against his lip as your arms draped over his shoulder, pushing you against him.
You wanted it. You wanted it. You wanted it.
But Jake had other plans. His hands slide between your bodies and nudge your underwear to the side while you breathed hard as his long, thick fingers dragged gently over your folds and then over your throbbing clit. You tried to roll your hips trying to grind yourself on his fingers but he doesn’t budge, he kept them there.
“Jake, come on or I’m not going to fuck you ever again,” you huffed frustrated.
Jake shook his head. “You’re going to be begging me to fuck you, Brat,” he replied with a dark grin.
You wanted to bite back, you wanted to tell him off, you wanted to show him who was really in charge, but before you could, a gasp escaped your lips as he sank his two fingers into you while the pad of his thumb pressed your clit.
He’s good, he’s so good.
Your body erupted in a fire as he pumped his fingers into you. Jake’s lips covered your mouth, swallowing your moans as he fucked you with his fingers and you rolled your hips to match his movements, the pleasure running through your spine and spreading through your entire body. The slick, wet noise of Jake’s fingers pumping in and out of you was loud, if there was someone close, they would’ve probably known exactly what you were doing but you couldn’t care less.
Not by the way your heart fluttered as his palm slides up again to the base of your throat, squeezing it slightly as he continued to work on you. You arched your back, pushing harder against him as you raised one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist.
“Does it feel good baby?” Jake rasped into your ear. You nodded, your eyes closed in concentration as you gripped his shoulders for dear god, anything to keep you this close to him. He doesn’t like the answer, instead, Jake quickly takes a hold of your hair and pushes you back slightly so he can meet your eye. You whined loudly at the action, a lighting of pleasure running through your body as you locked eyes. “Don’t be a brat and tell me how good it feels,”
“So good, so good, so good,”
It should’ve been enough for you to pull away from him, to slap him in the face. But your body and brain were short-circuiting by the way he was pumping his fingers in and out of you, perfectly. Your dignity was out of the window as soon as you decided to kiss him. Incoherent pleas and sweet nothings escaped your lips as you rocked against his hand, now the heel of his hand applying enough pressure to your clit that you feel like you were going to pass out.
“Atta’ girl,” he muttered.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as the euphoric feeling ripples through your body as your brain shuts down, your back arches against him as he kept pumping his fingers while your whole body shook. The coil on your lower abdomen snapped harder than before, you let out a silent scream that Jake managed to smother with his hand as your pussy clenched around his fingers, bucking and trashing as you feel like you drowning.
Jake lets out a content sigh as he still holds you. He decided that he fucking loved seeing you come every time. He silently removed his fingers and wearing the smuggest expression you’d ever seen, he sucked his fingers into his mouth. Not breaking eye contact as you watched him through lust-filled eyes.
“Brat?”
Fuck.
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Rooster's Shadow: Part 5
SUMMARY: Rooster prepares to fly the mission and there's a moment between him and Hangman. Then after the mission, everyone meets back up at The Hard Deck for reunions and to celebrate, with some revelations being made.
WARNINGS: Alcohol Use. Mentions of War (fight scene)
WORD COUNT: 3k
Here's the FINAL Part to this story. Other parts can be found here: PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4
The next morning as Rooster prepared to board the aircraft, he and Hangman stood face to face on the tarmac, the weight of the upcoming mission hanging heavily in the air. “You give ’em hell!” he yelled, clapping Rooster on the shoulder.
Rooster nodded, a faint smile crossing his lips. His expression grew more serious as he looked directly at Hangman. “Listen, if I don’t make it back…take care of Carly.”
Hangman looked at Rooster for a moment before agreeing. “I will.” He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in. “But don’t worry about her. She’ll have her big brother to look out for her.”
Rooster's gaze softened, the respect between them palpable. There was an unspoken understanding that, despite their past differences, they both had a profound respect for each other’s commitment. “Alright then,” Rooster said, extending his hand for a shake. “I’ll see you back here.”
Hangman took his hand, shaking it firmly. “See you soon.”
As Rooster turned to board the plane, the shared moment of respect and trust underscored the bond they had forged—one built on mutual understanding and the unwavering promise to protect those they cared about
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The sun was starting to set as Carly sat on the beach, her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the horizon. The breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, but all she could think about was the mission. It had been hours since they left, hours of waiting with no news. She’d sat there, on the edge of the beach, trying to stay calm, trying to distract herself from the gnawing anxiety in her chest.
The sound of voices and laughter from inside the bar felt distant, muffled. It was as if she was watching the world through a filter, everything fading to a blur except for the overwhelming worry gnawing at her. The what-ifs clouded her mind, a constant loop that wouldn’t quit.
Her breath hitched as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned just in time to see Bradley stepping out of the bar and onto the beach. The sight of him brought her to her feet, her heart racing. For a split second, all her fears melted away, and she ran toward her brother.
“Bradley!” Carly shouted, her feet kicking up sand as she sprinted towards him.
When she reached him, she threw her arms around him, her heart hammering in her chest. He hugged her back, tightly, as if reassuring her he was real, that he’d made it back. She pulled back slightly to look at him, her hands gripping his arms. “You’re okay,” she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.
Bradley smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
But as the relief started to settle in, she noticed something. He was alone. She looked behind him, towards the bar, as if expecting to see Jake walking out right after him. She waited for the familiar swagger, that smile he always wore, but there was no one else. Just Bradley.
Her stomach twisted, the panic rising in her chest as she looked back at her brother. “Brad… where’s Jake?”
Bradley’s expression faltered for a moment, and in that split second, Carly’s heart dropped. Her chest tightened, and she felt the world tilt around her. The sounds of the bar and the beach faded into the background.
He wouldn’t… he couldn’t have— She couldn’t even finish the thought. Not Jake. Not after everything.
She swallowed hard, her voice a whisper. “Did he… is he…”
Before she could finish, she heard movement behind her. Her breath caught in her throat as she spun around. There, stepping out of the bar and onto the beach, was Jake. He was watching her, his face a mixture of concern and relief.
The second their eyes met, all the tension she had been holding onto broke. Her face lit up, and she took off running toward him, her legs carrying her as fast as they could. Jake didn’t hesitate, stepping forward with open arms just as she leaped into them. He caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her shoulder. Carly held onto him tightly, her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt as if she never wanted to let go.
“You’re here,” she whispered against him, her voice shaking with a mixture of disbelief and relief. “You’re really here.”
Jake chuckled softly, though there was a hint of emotion behind it. “Of course, I’m here.” He pulled back slightly to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Did you forget, I'm good?”
Carly blinked, a single tear escaping down her cheek as she let out a laugh. She didn’t even bother wiping it away as she shook her head. “I was scared…” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jake’s expression softened, his thumb gently brushing her cheek as he leaned his forehead against hers. “I know,” he murmured. “But I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
For the first time since the mission, Carly let herself relax. In his arms, she felt safe, like nothing could hurt her now that he was here. But even in the relief, the emotions still lingered—the fear of what could have been, the pain of thinking she might never see him again.
As they stood there, the last rays of sunlight casting a warm glow over the beach, Jake pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’re stuck with me, Carly. No matter what.”
She smiled softly, finally pulling back to look up at him. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not letting go.”
Inside the bar, the celebration was in full swing. The pilots clinked glasses, sharing stories from the mission with a mixture of laughter and relief. Carly sat at a booth with Jake, her hand still clasped tightly in his, as if afraid to let go. Every now and then, her eyes would dart over to Bradley, who was sitting with Maverick and Phoenix, smiling and laughing as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
But something had happened. Carly could sense it, that lingering tension in the air. There was something unsaid, something heavy hanging over the room. She glanced at Jake, catching the way his jaw tensed every now and then when someone mentioned the mission.
As if on cue, Bob, one of the quieter members of the team, let it slip. “I still can’t believe it,” he said, shaking his head. “I thought Rooster wasn’t going to make it back after he got shot down going back to save Mav.”
Carly’s heart stopped. Her body went cold, and she felt the blood drain from her face. Shot down? She blinked, her eyes immediately darting to Bradley. He had been shot down? Her stomach twisted as panic bubbled up in her chest again, but this time it was different. She wasn’t sure she could handle hearing this, hearing how close she’d come to losing her brother.
“Yeah, if it wasn’t for Hangman…” Bob continued, oblivious to Carly’s reaction. “He swooped in and took out that enemy plane. Saved Mav and Rooster’s life.”
The words hit Carly like a punch to the gut. She turned her head slowly, her gaze shifting to Jake. He was watching her, his expression serious, almost guilty like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“You…” Carly breathed, her voice barely audible. “You saved him?”
Jake shrugged slightly. “I was just doing my job, Carly.”
She stared at him, her mind reeling. The pieces started to fall into place, the weight of it settling over her. Bradley had been shot down. Jake had gone after him, risking his life to make sure her brother came home.
Carly swallowed hard, her throat tight as she glanced back at Bradley, who was still laughing with Phoenix. She couldn’t imagine losing him, not after everything they’d already been through. Bradley was the only family she had left. The thought of him not coming home—of losing him the way they’d lost their parents—was too much to bear.
Taking a shaky breath, she turned back to Jake, her eyes filled with emotion. “You don’t even like him,” she whispered. “You and Bradley, you’ve always been at each other’s throats. And yet… you made sure he came home.”
Jake’s face softened, and he reached out to take her hand again. “It’s true, Rooster and I haven’t exactly been best friends,” he admitted, his voice low and sincere. “But he’s important to you. And that makes him important to me.”
Carly’s chest tightened, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. The weight of what he had done wasn’t lost on her. Jake had put aside his differences with Bradley, risked everything, and saved her brother’s life. Because of her. Because he knew how much Bradley meant to her.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away, trying to compose herself. But Jake noticed. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and pulled her into his arms, wrapping them around her as if shielding her from the weight of everything.
“You don’t have to worry,” Jake murmured softly, his voice comforting against her ear. “I wasn’t going to let you lose him. Not on my watch.”
Carly let out a shaky breath, resting her head against his chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his embrace grounding her. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I would have done if…”
Jake shushed her gently, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “You don’t have to think about that,” he said. “He’s home. He’s safe. And so am I.”
For a moment, they just stood there, the world around them fading as Carly let herself breathe again. The fear, the panic, the what-ifs—she let them all go. Because Jake was right. Bradley was safe. Jake was safe. And that was all that mattered.
After a long pause, Jake pulled back just enough to look down at her, his lips curving into a small smile. “Besides,” he added, his tone lightening, “if I didn’t bring Rooster home, you’d never forgive me.”
Carly couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing as she shook her head. “You’re right,” she said, managing a small smile through the tears. “I wouldn’t.”
Jake grinned, brushing his thumb gently across her cheek. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m not in the business of disappointing you, huh?”
Carly smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips, a quiet thank you lingering in the gesture. “You did good, Jake. Better than good.”
Jake’s expression softened again, and he held her close, savoring the moment. “Only because you were worth coming home to.”
The celebration at the bar had started to wind down, the night growing quieter as most of the team had gathered outside, enjoying the calm after the storm of the mission. Bradley sat at the bar with Phoenix, who was nursing her drink with a contented smile.
“You did good out there today,” Phoenix said, nudging him with her elbow. “Took some guts to pull off what you did.”
Bradley smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thanks. Just glad we all made it back.”
Phoenix followed his gaze as it drifted toward the open doors of the bar, where the faint sound of the ocean echoed in the distance. Just outside, leaning against the railing, Jake stood with Carly wrapped under his arm, her head resting comfortably on his chest. It was an intimate moment, Jake’s hand absentmindedly brushing Carly’s hair back, his gaze softer than Phoenix had ever seen before.
“Huh,” Phoenix mused, taking another sip of her drink as her eyes flicked back to Bradley. “Hangman looks… different.”
Bradley raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Phoenix shrugged, leaning forward on her elbows. “I don’t know. He just seems... calmer. Like he’s not trying so hard to prove something anymore.”
Bradley glanced at her, then followed her gaze back to Jake and Carly. For a moment, he just watched the way Jake gently traced small circles on Carly’s shoulder, the way Carly leaned into him, looking more content and peaceful than Bradley had seen her in a long time. There was no bravado in Jake’s expression—just genuine care.
“I guess Carly’s good for him,” Phoenix added, her tone thoughtful. “And he’s good for her, too. She looks happy, doesn’t she?”
Bradley’s jaw clenched slightly as he took in the sight of his sister and Jake, a mix of emotions swirling in his chest. Carly did look happy. The way she smiled when she looked up at Jake, the light in her eyes—it was a happiness that Bradley hadn’t seen in her for a while. Maybe it was because of all they’d been through. Losing their dad, the pressures of their separate lives. But seeing her now, Bradley couldn’t deny the difference.
Phoenix nudged him again. “You okay?”
Bradley blinked, pulling himself from his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, though his voice was quieter than usual. After a moment, he stood up, his eyes still on Jake and Carly. “I think I need to talk to Hangman.”
Phoenix raised an eyebrow, watching him go. “Good luck, Rooster.”
Bradley gave her a small wave and made his way out onto the deck. As he approached, he could hear Carly laughing softly at something Jake said, her body pressed comfortably against his side. Jake noticed Bradley first, straightening up slightly but not letting go of Carly’s hand.
Jake was the first to notice Bradley approaching, straightening a bit but not letting go of Carly’s hand. Carly looked up, following Jake’s gaze, and smiled when she saw her brother.
“Bradley,” she said softly, stepping back a little from Jake but still holding onto him. “Everything okay?”
Bradley nodded, his expression softer than usual as he looked between them. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just… can I talk to Jake for a second.”
Carly glanced at Jake, then back at her brother, sensing something unspoken but giving them their space. “I’ll give you two a minute,” she said, squeezing Jake’s hand before walking toward Phoenix and leaving the two men alone.
Bradley watched her go, making sure she was out of earshot before turning back to Jake. There was a brief pause, both men standing there on the sand, with the sound of the ocean filling the silence.
“I, uh…” Bradley started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I wanted to thank you. For what you did out there today.”
Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “You don’t have to—”
“No, I do,” Bradley cut in, his voice more serious now. “You didn’t have to come after us, Jake. But you did. And I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but you saved my life out there. So… thanks.”
There was a beat of silence before Jake responded, his usual cocky smile softened into something more genuine. “I wasn’t gonna let you go down like that. Not with Carly waiting for you back here.” His voice was steady but held a depth that Bradley hadn’t heard from him before. “She’s been through enough, you know? I wasn’t about to let her lose you, too.”
Bradley’s gaze flickered for a moment, absorbing Jake’s words. He had always known Jake was brash, a show-off, and someone who liked to push his buttons. But standing here now, seeing how much Carly meant to him, Bradley realized that Jake wasn’t the same guy he used to be. Something had shifted.
Bradley cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Look, man,” he said, crossing his arms, “I know I’ve given you a hard time. And, to be honest, I still don’t fully trust you.” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly in that protective older brother way. “But… I’ve seen how you are with Carly. And I can see she’s happy.”
Jake’s eyes flickered with something—respect, maybe. He nodded, understanding where Bradley was coming from.
Bradley shifted his weight and uncrossed his arms, giving Jake a more serious look. “So, if you’re serious about her… you have my blessing.”
Jake blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Really?” he asked, his tone a little lighter, but the sincerity was obvious.
Bradley nodded, but then his expression shifted into something more playful, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But just so we’re clear—if you ever hurt her, I’ll make sure you regret it. And I will find a way to make you pay.”
Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “You got it, man. I’m not stupid enough to mess this up a second time.” He extended a hand to Bradley, the offer of mutual respect hanging between them. “Thanks, Rooster.”
Bradley paused for a moment, then, in a rare gesture, he grinned and took Jake’s hand in a firm shake. “It’s Bradley,” he said, with a wink. “I think you’ve earned that.”
Jake’s smile widened at the change, something unspoken passing between them—an acknowledgment that whatever rivalry they had before was now in the past.
A grin spread across Jake’s face as they shook hands, a mutual respect now firmly in place between them. They both looked over to see Carly standing by the bar, watching them with a curious smile.
“Go on,” Bradley said, nodding toward Carly. “She’s waiting for you.”
Jake didn’t need any more encouragement. He walked over to Carly, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. Carly smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with warmth and happiness.
“What was that about?” she asked, her tone playful.
Jake shrugged, pulling her into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Just your brother giving me his blessing. No big deal.”
Carly’s eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously?”
Jake nodded, his expression sincere. “Yeah. So now I guess it's time I take you on that date, right?”
Carly smiled up at him, her heart swelling with affection. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Jake leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. And as they stood there, the world around them faded, leaving only the warmth of their embrace and the promise of something new.
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Hey!
Last updated 07/30/23.
So...my last post has been gaining me a few followers so I thought I'd make a post detailing specific characters that I'll write for.
I'll also copy and paste my past post about what I will and won't write at the end.
Also, anything I write will be X fem! Reader.
(I will be constantly updating this post as I become more comfortable with writing for more characters)
Marvel men
-Miguel O’Hara
-Marc Spector/the rest of the Moon Knight system
-Matt Murdock
-Frank Castle
-Peter Parker (all three)
-Steve Rogers
-Bucky Barnes
Marvel women
-Valkyrie
-Natasha Romanoff
-Wanda Maximoff
-Shuri (WIFE-sorry lemme calm down)
-Carol Danvers
-Darcy Lewis
Stranger Things (it's a short list cause most of the characters in the show are literally children :)
-Steve Harrington
-Eddie Munson
-Hopper (yup you read that right cause I love DILFS)
-Robin Buckley
Criminal Minds
-Every single one of them. (Nah I'm just playing)
-Spencer Reid
-Emily Prentiss
-Aaron Hotchner
-Jennifer Jareau
-Derek Morgan
-Luke Alvarez
Triple Frontier
-Every character except Ben Affleck's.
TVD (The Vampire Diaries)
-Damon Salvatore
-Stefan Salvatore
-Elijah Mikaelson
-Rebekah Mikaelson
-Klaus Mikaelson
Miscellaneous (characters from random fandoms/movies)
-Javier Peña (Narcos)
-Lloyd Hansen (Gray Man)
-Joel Miller (TLOU)
-Jake 'Hangman' Sersin (Top Gun: Maverick)
-Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)
-Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
-Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
-Castiel (Supernatural)
-Soldier Boy (The Boys)
-Lip Gallagher (Shameless)
-Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)
-Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)
-Siobhan Roy (Succession)
-Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson or Christian Bale)
More to be added...
(Looking over this list I have arrived at the conclusion that I am a whore-)
In terms of what exactly I’m open to writing? I can write headcanons, blurbs, and one-shots. Specifically smut, angst, and fluff. The more descriptive you are in your requests, the easier it is for me to write them. But I don't mind the challenge of having to make my own plot.
Kinks/scenarios I’ll write smut for? Almost everything EXCEPT;
-inc3st
-r*pe
-Lactation kink
-pegging (into it in real life but I have no clue how to write it properly I'm sorry)
-Wax play (note I didn't say temperature play because I will write some stuff with Ice)
-Age play (specifically where a character is purposely behaving in a childlike manner/ baby talk. Daddy and Mommy kinks are welcomed tho!)
-CNC and noncon (I’ll definitely write some VERY MILD dubcon if asked tho)
-sexual activities with m1n0rs
-Domestic Vi0lence/ SexuaI abus3 (spanking is a yes tho)
-Scat & Piss
-Race play
-SEVERE knife kink (like I'll write a small knick or slice that barely bleeds or something but anything else is a no for me sorry)
-S3lf Harm/Su1cide (this is not to say that I feel any way towards people who struggle with these issues but I don't think I'm able to effectively represent them in my writing without triggering myself (as someone who has/is struggled with depression) and the last thing I want to do is offend anyone)
Anyways, that’s it for now! Like I said, feel free to make requests or even just send me a regular question or comment to get to know me!
#smut#angst#fluff#marvel fanfiction#marvel smut#marvel#stranger things#criminal minds#top gun maverick#hangman smut#matt murdock#tvd#triple frontier#masterlist#marc spector#criminal minds smut#tvd smut#supernatural#dean winchester#spn smut#dean winchester smut#bruce wayne smut#bruce wayne#request#javier peña smut#joel miller smut#hunger games#headcanon#outer banks
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Hotshot- J. Seresin
pairing: J. "Hangman" Seresin x pilot female!reader (callsign: Hotshot) word count: 3.8k warnings: SMUT, PIV, dumbifcation, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, public sex based on this request (i apologize in advance, i had to change it up a bit to fit the idea. so sorry, but still hope you like it!)
Hangman knew the rule. Hell, the rule had been established because of him. No fraternizing with other top gun cadets. It made for messy times while flying through the sky. Too many feelings were involved as they argued about who slept with who and who did what with who and who didn’t text who back. There was no room for all of that when they were flying at supersonic speed and fighting for their lives. Some of the pilots found it dumb, when they sat in the briefing talking about the new rules and regulations.
One of them in particular was Y/N Y/L/N, call sign Hotshot. She didn’t think it was necessary to have to sit in a class about fraternizing and safe sex when the one person the class was directed at was sleeping. She hated Jake Hangman Seresin. She hated everything about him. And He hated her.
Both of them had been born to Top Gun graduates, and the rivalry between them had started from birth. Their dads had gone back and forth fighting for who was top of the class (ultimately it was Y/N’s dad), and the fight spewed over into Y/N and Jake. Y/N had a lot to prove during her year at Top Gun, she was one of only five females in the program. By the time graduation rolled around, she was one of two (the other being Phoenix).
She didn’t have time to worry about feelings or sex when she was fighting to be one of the best. Hangman had tried to get to her, flashing that ridiculous smile, or taking his shirt off when it wasn’t necessary, or buying her a drink. But she wouldn’t budge. She had earned her nickname when in one of her dogfights with Hangman, she had pulled a cobra move, and flipped over him to take him down. Hangman hated it, and she never let him live it down.
Hangman had thought when they graduated Top Gun that would be the last time he saw Hotshot, until he got called back. The hard deck was the last place he’d ever thought he’d see her. But the second she walked in with Rooster, he felt his mood sour. She looked great, and he hated to admit it. The shorts on her body showed off her tan legs and the tank top on her body showed off her toned arms. Hangman clenched his jaw as she walked towards them, gaining the attention of the other male counterparts.
“Guess they just let anybody back,” Hangman said.
“Clearly, you’re here,” She fired back as she greeted the group.
“Where have you been?” Phoenix said, hugging her friend.
“Here, there, everywhere. When you graduate top of the class,” Y/N said, looking over at Hangman, “You get to pick where you want to be.”
“And yet you chose to stay here, in fighter town,” Hangman smirked, “You finally let a man into that cold dead thing between your legs?”
“You finally treat that raging case of chlamydia?”
Hangman rolled his eyes as the group broke out in cheers for the comeback. Everyone crowded around Y/N, leaving Hangman to seethe in his spot, glaring at her. She had a way of getting under his skin and making him irritated. He knew better than to let a rival bother him this much, but there was just something about her that he couldn’t shake. Normally, if it was a male counterpart he would just box them or go in rounds until they couldn’t offend each other anymore. But with Y/N he always stopped himself from saying anything too far. He did respect her, he would never admit it out loud, but he did.
“I see you and Bradshaw came together…” Phoenix looked over at the brown haired man. Y/N rolled her eyes. Ever since Top Gun, Rooster and Hotshot had been friends. They bonded over the shared trauma of losing a parent in the service, only thing was, Hotshot was old enough to vividly remember that day and Rooster was not, “Oh come on! Four years and nothing!?“
“Zilch.” Hotshot answered.
“It’s cause Rooster’s too pussy and Hotshot’s too bitchy,” Hangman added in, “Ya know what… Hotshot’s probably still a virgin.”
“Why are you so obsessed with my sex life? Is yours so boring that you have to fantasize about mine?” Y/N asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Sorry babe, not my type,” Hangman smirked and took the pool stick from Bob, “But i’m sure i can make arrangements if you need to let off a lil steam, cause I’m good, Hotshot,” He spoke lowly as he lined up his shot, and without breaking eye contact sunk in the pool ball, “Very good.”
“I think i just vomited in my mouth,” Y/N responded and walked away from Hangman, leaving him to get teased by the other males. Hangman clenched his jaw, his eyes following her as she disappeared and saddled right up next to Rooster on the piano bench.
— — —
Hangman was pissed as he walked on the tarmac. His body felt hot, and it didn’t help that the hot California sun was beating down on him as he marched up to where Hotshot was climbing down from her plane. Phoenix gave her a high five and congratulated her on being the first in their class to actually defeat Maverick in the dogfight. Hangman unbuckled his helmet and threw it, making Hotshot jump in surprise.
“What the hell was that!?” He yelled, the muscles in his neck straining, “You fucking left me!”
“It’s called a dogfight, Bagman, don’t you know how this shit works?” Y/N said, taking off her own helmet.
“You left me fucking hanging!” Hangman had been pissed the second that Maverick broke through them, flying side by side. Hangman was shouting different orders on which way to go, not even bothering to check and see if Hotshot was following. He had checked over his left when Maverick had done a cobra move over him, and at the same time, Hotshot got behind them to shoot both of them down.
“Sounds familiar. . .”
“You fucking bitch,” Hangman seethed and squared up next to her. Their bodies were so close they could feel each other’s breaths. Y/N had to look up slightly as Hangman towered over her, “This is the reason you’re alone and you're dried up. No one that fucking fiance of yours cheated-”
“Enough!” Phoenix yelled, stepping in between the two, “You guys have been nonstop with this petty shit the whole time! It’s fucking annoying. Get over yourselves.”
Y/N scoffed and turned away, walking towards the hangar. Hangman grinded his back teeth as he watched her walk. Bob gingerly held Hangman’s helmet towards him and Hangman rolled his eyes, snatching it back from him.
“Are they ever going to stop?” Bob asked. Their petty fights had been happening all week and everyone was growing tired of it. It was worse in the classroom when they’d go sit after a dogfight or pathway run and Maverick would ask what they did wrong to get the other one or their team killed. They both had a hard time admitting defeat.
“No,” Phoenix said, shaking her head and walking in the same direction of Y/N.
— — —
The hard deck was packed when Hotshot, Phoenix and Bob walked in. Phoenix walked right to the bar ordering her and Hotshot drinks, while Bob made his way to the pool table, spotting Rooster and Fanboy. Phoenix knew exactly what Hotshot needed, ordering them both three shots of vodka each. Hotshot didn’t hesitate as she threw them back in a row and then sucked on the lime Penny had given her.
“Fuck I needed that,” She said, closing her eyes at the bitter taste of the lime, “Where the fuck does Hangman get off thinking he can say shit like that? Bringing up my douche bag of a fiancé.”
“Ex!” Phoenix said, taking a sip of the beer she ordered, “Ex fiancé, meaning you are single, meaning. . . we are getting you laid tonight.”
“What? No, no no no,” Y/N shook her head, “You know the rule!”
“The rule is no banging each other, and it’s not even an actual rule,”
“Just frowned upon,”
“Exactly!” Phoenix exclaimed, “Why not him?”
Y/N looked where Phoenix was pointing, a tall handsome man with brown curly hair, and perfectly sun kissed tan skin. He had a nice smile, Hotshot could give him that, his arms looked toned as he laughed with some of his buddies. Y/N shrugged, she needed the release. She had tried to get herself off but no matter what she did or used or watched, she couldn’t bring herself to the tipping point and it was driving her crazy. It didn’t help that she was sexually frustrated and was constantly fighting with Hangman.
It made her blood boil when he’d even open his mouth and start talking or the simple smirk he’d give her with that stupid toothpick between his perfectly white teeth. Hotshot let out a huff, and grabbed her beer, clinking it with Phoenix’s before walking over to the group. Phoenix bit back a smile as she watched her friend walk over and the guy’s eyes light up. Lt Trace wasn’t the only person who noticed Lt Y/L/N walk over to the group of civilian men.
“Damn, get it Hotshot,” Rooster smirked, watching as she stood in front of the brunette man, him placing his hands on her hip as he guided her hand to throw a dart.
“She can’t throw darts on her own?” Hangman rolled his eyes.
“She’s trying to get laid, lighten up,” Phoenix said, joining the group.
“With him!? What is he? Seventeen?” Hangman said, pointing at the guy.
“Are you jealous?”
“Oh Hotshot? Fuck no, I could bang any woman in this bar-“
As soon as the words left his mouth, the bell across the bar rang. Hangman rolled his eyes as the bar cheered and Penny pointed at him. Hangman kept his mouth shut for the most part the rest of the night, but decided to fight fire with fire and choose a girl of his own to try and sweet talk into being brought home.
Y/N looked over at the group and found Hangman chatting up a girl, giving her that panty dropping smile of his and Hotshot rolled her eyes. She grabbed the guy’s hand, who’s name she found out was Tony, and moved it from his lap so she could stake her claim. Tony smirked, loving the idea of having her pretty self sitting on his lap. Hangman clenched his jaw and pulled the girl he was talking to in between his legs as he sat on a barstool, waiting for his turn in pool.
Hangman had enough the second he saw Tony starting to place kisses on Y/N’s neck and move his hand up her bare thigh. Before he could even really think, he pushed the girl away between his legs and walked over to Y/N. He didn’t even say anything as he grabbed her arm and lifted her away from Tony. Tony stood up to protest, but Hangman gave him a look and Tony sat back down in his seat, knowing better than to try and fight the angry pilot. Y/N tried to rip her arm away, which only made Hangman tighten his grip as he dragged her to the closest bathroom.
“What the fuck,” Hotshot yelled, ripping her arm away. She hardly had time to think, as Hangman slammed her up against the closed door, being chest to chest with her. Their chests fell in sync.
“Do you think it’s okay to just. . . slut it up out there?”
“Me? Slutting it up? How about you and that poor girl who probably confuses her left and-“
“Says the one who was sitting on a man’s lap, basically letting him finger you in a crowded bar,” Hotshot was almost too aware of the way Hangman’s hand skidded along the bottom hem of her dress, “I bet you’d like that, having all eyes on you, that’s why they call you Hotshot.” She clenched her jaw as Hangman dropped his head to speak into her ear. He ghosted his lips on her jaw, making her tilt her head back giving him more access to her neck, “About to give in so fucking easily. God you must really need it.”
“I can go ask Rooster if you won’t. He’d be willing, or maybe even Coyote, or better yet Bob-“
Her words were cut off by Hangman smashing his lips against hers. There was nothing soft about the kissing, it was hot and bruising, as she tangled her fingers in his perfect blonde locks. His hands trailed to the back of her thighs, tapping on them, signaling for her to jump. Her legs wrapped perfectly around his toned torso as he walked them over to the counter. He set her down and his lips went to her jaw and trailed down her neck, sucking and kissing lightly.
“God, you’re such a bitch,” He mumbled against her skin.
“You’re an ass,” She said, pulling on his blond hair, making him look up at her, “I fucking hate you.”
“Likewise,” Hangman smirked and kissed her again. His fingers trailed under her skirt, which had ridden up her tan thighs. Goosebumps rose on her skin as he lazily dragged his middle finger over her clothed slit, “But I make you wet don’t you. Your little pussy is just begging for someone to touch it.” He said in her ear, his breath hot as she arched her back at the feeling. Her nipples were straining through the thin bra she wore underneath her tank top.
“Don’t flatter yourself, I could go home and fix this problem myself,” She said.
“Nothing can ever make you feel as good as I can, babe,” Hangman said, and pushed her panties to the side, his middle finger coming in contact with her clit. She let out a shaky moan at the feeling, and fisted his shirt in her hands, “God now this is a fucking site,” With his free hand, he pushed her skit up, putting her on display, as he ran his finger through her glistening folds, “Look at you, all quiet for once. Tell me what you want,”
“I’ll kill you,” Y/N said breathlessly as Hangman’s finger tapped at her entrance. She shamelessly clenched at the feeling. She closed her eyes; was she really going to beg for this? Pushing her pride aside she opened her eyes and looked at him, “Touch me.”
Hangman smirked and pushed his finger into her. She let out a moan, dropping her head back at the sensation, a slight burn at being stretched out. She hadn’t had anything more than her own fingers in so long, that she felt her walls being stretched. He started slowly, and watched her face as he moved his digit in and out of her. She closed her eyes, her hands on his shoulders, her jaw open in complete bliss, soft moans leaving her pink lips. It was a sight to see, and Hangman wished he could take a picture.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Hangman moaned, feeling the blood rush to his already hard cock, “Fuck I bet you taste sweet.” He moved his finger in and out, making sure to curl against that sweet spot that had her curling her toes.
“Why don’t you put your mouth to good use then,”
“Another day, sweetheart, right now, I wanna be inside you.” Hangman said, taking his hand away from her. She whined at the loss of the feeling and Hangman chuckled, “You whining?”
“It’s not too late for me to go ask Rooster,”
“Yeah, no,” Hangman said, and grabbed her body off the counter, and spun her around. He hiked her skirt up enough that her ass was on display. He grabbed the flimsy thong she was wearing and pulled it down her legs. He put them in his pocket and then grabbed her ass, giving it a squeeze before laying a harsh smack to the skin.
“Fuck!” Y/N moaned, and looked over her shoulder at him, “Again.”
“Kinky,” He smirked and laid another smack to the skin. She moaned, rolling her eyes back, “If this was what I needed to do to shut you up, I would’ve done it years ago,” He said as he undid his belt, and pulled his pants down enough to get his cock out. Y/N looked down, and felt herself clench at the sight of his cock. It was perfectly hard as it rested against his stomach, the tip red and leaking, “You like it, this what you want? If I give you my cock, will you stop being a bitch?”
“No fucking promises,” Y/N said, and pushed her ass back towards him, “Fuck me, or I’ll leave.”
“Shut up,” Hangman groaned, fisting his cock. Y/N shuddered at the feeling as he took his cock and rubbed over her folds, spreading the slick wetness from her cunt around. He lined himself, pushing in her slowly. She closed her eyes at the slight sting of pain as he placed one hand on the counter and the other on her hip. Her pussy took him completely in, as he pushed in and bottomed out, his hips flush with her ass. He began to pull back slightly, feeling her clench around him.
“Don’t-” She said, letting out a shaky breath, “Just-”
“If I don’t move, I’m going to cum,”
“Already?” She smirked looking at him in the mirror.
“Shut up. Your pussy is like heaven. Warm, tight, squeezing me,” His voice seemed to have dropped an octave as he very carefully pulled his hips back and thrusted into her. The moan that left her lips was almost pornographic as she dropped her head forward.
“God, fuck me,” She moaned.
“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Hangman said and sped up his thrusts.
The feeling was almost too much, as Jake’s cock brushed that spot over and over again. The slight stinging pain she felt moments before had faded away and all she felt was pure pleasure. The hand Jake had on the counter had found its way to her hair, tangling itself in it and pulling. She gasped at the feeling of both pain and pleasure as Jake’s hips went at a relentless speed. His thrusts were fast and deep, the soft pants and curse words leaving his lips.
“Fuck,” He cursed, pulling out of her completely. He turned her around once again so she was facing him, and set her on the edge of the counter, and slipped back into her, “Oh god, you feel so fucking good.”
Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He thrusted deep into her, and it felt like he was grazing her cervix. He smirked as she dropped her head onto his shoulder and thrusted deep and hard again. He could feel her pussy clench around him, and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
“You like when I do this,” Jake said, thrusting deep again. The only thing she could muster up was a nod, her senses being completely taken over by pleasure, “Look at you, so cock dumb you can’t even use your words.” He picked up his pace, hitting the same spot over and over, deep and hard.
Y/N let out something short of a scream as she fisted locks of his blonde hair in her hands. He took one hand and brought it down between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing at it softly. The most beautiful sound left her lips as she closed her eyes, seeing white spots in her vision. Jake could feel her starting to let go and grabbed her throat.
“Ask,” He said, his lips barely touching hers.
“Please-”
“Please what?”
“Can I cum, please oh, fuck please.”
Jake smirked, “You’re such a cockslut, yes you can cum.”
Y/N’s body convulsed as Jake held her and continued to fuck her through her orgasm. The waves of pleasure that rolled through her body was enough to make her lose all sense of thought that she had. Her mind was blank except for the feeling of his cock against her g-spot. The sight of her orgasm, watching her soul basically leave her body was enough to bring Jake to the tipping point. He pulled his hips back to pull out, but Y/N shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“In me. . . please,” She panted out and Jake nodded, thrusting as deep as he possibly could. They both moaned at the feeling as Jake released himself, shooting white hot cum into her. Jake milked his orgasm and Y/N moaned at the overstimulation. Jake stopped and leaned his head against her shoulder, completely spent. He took a couple seconds to catch his breath before lifting his head up to look at her.
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” Y/N said and Jake nodded.
“I’m gonna pull out,” Jake said and Y/N nodded. He grabbed her hips and pulled out, he let out a curse at the way she once again clenched around him, “God it was like your pussy was made for me.” He fixed himself back into his jeans and zipped them up.
“Shut up,” Y/N said, “Hand me my underwear.”
“You mean. . . these,” Hangman smirked, holding up her thong.
“Yes,” Y/N reached out to snatch them back but Hangman moved his hand quickly. Her jaw dropped in complete shock as Hangman brought them to his nose and sniffed them, “You sick fuck. . .”
“Says the one about to walk out with my cum running down her leg.” Hangman smirked, “Hurry up, I’ll meet you in the car.” He kissed her cheek, before opening the door and quickly leaving her to do her thing.
Y/N, very carefully jumped off the counter, hoping to not drip cum on the ground and rushed to the toilet to pee. Once she was done and cleaned herself up and washed her hands, she walked back out to the busy bar and over to her friends. Phoenix had a smirk on her face that Hotshot wanted so badly to smack off her face.
“I’m leaving,” Hotshot said, grabbing her purse.
“I bet you are, and lemme guess,” Phoenix said and whispered in your ear, “Hangman has your underwear.” Y/N’s eyes widened, “Walked over here saying he was leaving, turned around and had a bright red thong hanging out of his back pocket.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Y/N seethed and walked towards the door.
“Use protection!” Phoenix yelled after her, earning herself the finger. She laughed and sat back down on her barstool, “You fuckers owe me, pay up!” The boys groaned as they fished their wallets out of their pockets and paid Phoenix for the bet they placed.
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authors note: thanks for 300!:) here's a lil celebration post. I normally don't write smut, so I hope this wasn't horrible. please be honest and tell me if it was
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