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lorebite · 2 years ago

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Everything about this fic is wonderful and perfect and lovely and I am so love in with it. Thank you thank you THANK YOU! Jason looks so sweet in your edited picture and those two songs you recommended are just SO good! Oh, and Shabe Yalda Mobarak to you too, sweetheart. This couldn't have come at a better time. 💖💗💖💗

Afterglow

Picture lightly edited by me.

Description: After Jason decides to join the Marines, you both go your separate ways only to meet again five years later at a mutual friend's New Year's eve party...

Warnings: Breakup, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Sub Jason, Dom Reader, Bottom Jason, Top Reader, P In V (Wrap It Before You Tap It.) Light Choking, Exhibitionism, Reader Has Social Anxiety, Talk About Drug Addiction, Jason Is A Sweetheart As Usual.

Word Count: 8k (This is probably the longest fic I have ever written. 😅)

A/N: Shabe Yalda Mobarak, @lorebite! I know this was a Christmas request but I figured that it would be more special if I posted it on your holiday instead. I tried my hardest to post it on the right day and after an hour of Googling and getting mixed answers, I just went with the most common one. I hope I got this right! This fic also got inspiration from this song and this song as well. The second song is the one playing at the party so I heavily suggest listening to it. 😁

MasterList: 💖

Jason's Angels: @lorebite, @yellowroses-world, @house-of-kolchek, @yeslieutenant, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, and @jasonexo.

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"I'm joining the Marines." The words came out of his mouth and hit me like a truck. I knew he wanted to get his life together and I supported that. I wanted him to clean up his act so we could have a better future together. But the Marines?! It was too dangerous! I just stared at him, mouth agape, unable to speak. Until the words finally came out like the emotions I couldn't hold in.

"The Marines?! Are you crazy?!" I yelled as I stood up to tower over him, feeling a sudden burst of anger, sadness, and fear. I already didn't like the idea of him even going to the store without me, let alone going to a whole other country where a war was in play.

"It's for the best, (Y/N)! I have to do this!" He shouted back as he stood up, easily towering over me but not intimidating me for a second. I scoffed at his words. "I have to do this." Nobody said he had to join the fucking Marines to get better. Get a job, get a hobby, go to rehab; but not the Marines. I couldn't bear the idea of my precious Jason going to battle. I felt my stomach turn at the sick thought.

"Jason-"

"No! You know I wanted to get my life back together! This is the way! I'm sorry, but I need to do this!" He snapped, cutting my words off completely. Judging by his tone, he was highly irritated by my disagreement. But who could blame me? Who would want their partner to leave them for fucking war?

I looked in his eyes and saw determination. He wanted this and he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. Unable to say another word due to the sobs that I was trying so hard to trap in my throat, I sat down, feeling my entire world fall before me. The room began to feel like a furnace as my worries grew into unbearable anxiety as it dawned on me that I was losing him.

"So… You're just gonna leave me behind?" I asked quietly as I felt tears beginning to prick at the backs of my eyes like little sharp needles, making it hard to hold them in.

"Hey." Jason murmured soothingly, changing the tone in his voice in an attempt to calm me as he sat down beside me again. He placed his hands over my smaller, shaky ones.

I wanted to wrap my arms around him, to trap him in my embrace and beg him not to leave me. I couldn't let him go to war. He wouldn't be able to handle it and neither could I. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to stay here with me so I could help him get clean. We were supposed to live a happy life together. Not this. This couldn't be how it was going to go. It couldn't.

"I'm not leaving you behind. We can make this work." He reassured me but I could hear the shakiness within his voice as he spoke. He knew just as well as me. I looked up into his dark eyes and saw tears beginning to form as my own finally began to fall.

"Can we?"

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It had been five years since that day. We realized that our lives were heading in different directions and that it would be best to go our separate ways. I still cared for Jason throughout the years though. He was a good man and I had absolutely no reason to hold grudges against him. I had moved on and assumed that he had as well. He had to of moved on.

Besides, it was for the better. I was doing good in life now and I could only assumed that he was too. It was a good thing, getting away from the town we used to live in. There were too many temptations for a man who was a recovering drug addict. And the thought of him living a clean life, despite no longer being by my side, almost helped ease the pain of losing him. It was worth it. For both of us.

Christmas had passed and New Year's eve was quickly approaching. My friend Brook was planning her annual New Year's eve party. Though I was never one for parties, I always went just to make her happy. It brought her much joy to see all of the peoppe she cared about having a good time well bringing in the new year. We were sitting at our favorite café, drinking tea and discussing plans for the upcoming event. She loved to include me in it. She seemed so excited until her enthusiastic smile dropped into a worried frown.

"What's wrong?" I asked as an eerie feeling of dread fell over me while her worried eyes watched me from across the table as if she was afraid to tell me something. That only made my worried feelings worse.

"Jason will be there." My heart stopped as soon as those words left her mouth. Jason will be there. My Jason. No. Not my Jason… Not anymore…

"Oh," I muttered as my breath stayed in my throat. I swallowed thickly as I tried to play it cool the best I possibly could. "Is that so?"

"Will it be too much for you?" Brook asked as she reached acrossed the table and gently put her hand on my shoulder. "I know you two have a long hist-"

"I'll be fine." I blurted out bluntly, cutting off the words she tried to speak. Lord knows that if I wasn't convincing she'd only bug me about it for a month. And besides, I didn't want her or anybody to think that I still had feelings for Jason. For at least a year after he had left me, everybody would always give me a look as if they were expecting me to break down. But that wasn't me. I was fine and I could get through this. It was just one night so I was sure I could handle it despite my anxiety telling me otherwise.

"Ok..." She sighed while her worried look waned into a look of relief. "But if it gets to be too much for you, tell me, ok? I'll be there for you the whole night."

"Oh, of course. But trust me, I'm fine. Now let's get back to these plans." I said quickly while desperately attempting to change the subject. "Chips or pretzels?"

"Both." She giggled and I felt the anxiety bubbling in my chest simmer down as she allowed the conversation to turn away from Jason.

But now I had a bigger worry. On top of being stuck in a small apartment full of people for hours, the man who I had loved more than anyone, who I hadn't seen in years, was going to be at the party. Would he be happy to see me? Has he changed much? Did he have a girlfriend? All of those questions plagued my mind for the entire day and after.

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I stared at Brook's door for around fifteen minutes, counting all of the chips and marks on the cheaply painted wood. I was late due to spending two hours getting ready. I didn't know if I was just procrastinating because I didn't want to go to the party or trying hard to look my best. I was almost afraid to enter the apartment, to see the familiar face that I hadn't seen in years. The face of the man I had thought I'd spent the rest of my life with. After taking a long, deep breath and trying to talk myself into having some more confidence, I raised my hand to the old door before me and knocked three times.

Brook answered the door and I was greeted by her big smile as she grabbed my arm and practically dragged me into her apartment. The music was far too loud and quite frankly, annoying as all fuck. What I wouldn't have gived to have some Metallica or Rammstein or anything Metal playing instead. I heard the many people in the next room and my stomach began to turn at the thought of being social again.

"I know what you're thinking..." Brook whispered to me as she pulled me towards the living room where all of the other guests were.

"Hello to you too." I countered sarcastically as I dug my heels into the carpet, reluctant to follow her into the other room. I knew what she was going to say and I would be lying if I said that she was wrong.

"You want to you if Jason is here. He is."

My heart stopped as her words sank into my mind. This was real now. I was going to see my first love again tonight after years of no communication or anything. I finally entered the living room but froze in the doorway.

My eyes scanned the room until I met the familiar face that I both wanted and dreaded to see so badly. There he was, Jason kolchek, the man who stole my heart, standing before me. He hadn't noticed me yet but I sure as hell noticed him. He was a lot more muscular than he was when I had known him. He had earned a couple of wrinkles and his hair been cut around an inch shorter than before. But he still looked like him. He still had that gorgeous smile and eyes that twinkled more than the stars that I could never forget.

I hadn't realized just how much I had missed him until this moment. He stood there casually, talking to a friend with a big smile on his face which left predominant dimples in his soft cheeks. Of course looking so sexy while just standing there nonchalantly, doing literally nothing was something only Jason fucking Kolchek could do.

I hesitated to go over there. My thoughts raced as my heart began to pound. What would I even say? We hadn't seen each other in five years. My mind went to the last time we saw each other. Right before he headed for the Marines…

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(Flashback)

We arrived at the airport just minutes before his plane was about to take off. It hadn't fully dawned on me until that moment that this would be the last time we would see each other. This was truly the end of us. I felt tears beginning to pick the corners of my eyes again as we stopped at the gates. I had cried so much since he had told me that he was leaving and I knew that I wouosnt stop for a long time after he left. I turned to face him and looked up into his eyes, which were glossy as if he was on the verge of tears as well.

"Promise me you'll follow your dreams?" He asked as he raised his hand to caress my cheek softly. I leaned into his tender touch as my eyes fluttered shut, trying to make the moment last as long as possible. I finally felt the tears fall down my cheeks.

"I promise." I sobbed quietly. "And promise me that you'll be safe?"

"Of course, Darlin'." He gave me a reassuring smile before leaning in and whispering in my ear. "No matter where we are in life, in the same town or a thousand miles away, I'll always love you."

"I-" My words were interrupted by another broken sob. "I'll always love you too."

He closed the little distance between us and wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace. I held him tightly and our lips met for one last sweet kiss before I nuzzled my face into his chest. His shirt soaked up my salty tears, slowly easing the stinging in my eyes. No matter what pain I felt, physical or emotional, Jason always somehow managed to take my pain away, which made me fear what life without him would truly be like.

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In this moment, my heart thundered in my ears louder than the obnoxious music playing on Brook's stereo system. I watched him carefully and as if he had a feeling that he was being watched, he looked in my direction. As soon as his eyes met mine, his face went pale and he swallowed thickly before saying something to the person he was speaking to and slowly walking in my direction. This was it.

He stopped only a few feet in front of me, almost as if he was testing the waters. It was like our reunion was a lake and he was sticking his toes in to see if the water was safe enough to fully submerge in. He eyed me up and down for a moment, most likely checking for any differences or new details on me as I did with him. We both opened our mouths to speak but no words came out. It was as if we were both stunned from seeing a ghost from our past. My mind grew overwhelmed as I thought of every possible thing to say and yet none of them sounded right. What do you say to a lover that you hadn't seen in years?

"Jason..." I muttered as my eyes didn't dare to blink as if I had of, he would disappear again. "It's been-"

"Five years…" Jason blurted out with a small smile forming on his lips as if he had been counting the days until he would see me again. No. He wasn't. He had moved on. We both did. There was a touch of sadness within his chocolate orbs as he gazed into my own. I felt a familiar, aching flutter of sorrow return to my chest.

"Yeah… It has…" A small smile of my own returned to my face as my anxiety began to fade. To my surprise it didn't feel like talking to a stranger like I had expected but more like talking to a very old close friend.

"So, how has life been to you?" He asked as he took a couple shy steps closer to me. It seemed as if he was feeling a little more comfortable in the lake of that was our reunion and began to warm up to the idea of swimming, which was having a full normal conversation with me.

"Good, actually." I said as the tension between us finally died and I felt myself finally loosen up enough to tell him the news that I had been waiting to tell him for oh, so long now. "I continued school and graduated."

"Really? That's great!" His eyes lit up as he finally closed the distance between us. After all these years, we were finally swimming again. Together.

"Yeah, I am officially a professional therapist." I gloated proudly as I stood with my shoulders straight and my chest puffed out with pride. For so long, I had worked so hard to get to where I was at now so I felt like I had the right to brag a little. And I knew that Jason felt the same way.

"I knew you could do it." His eyes suddenly grew soft as they peered into mine. I felt a small spark, or what I thought was a spark between us as my heart lightly fluttered. I tore my eyes away from his. I was wrong to think that. He had moved on. "Are you still writin'?"

"Oh, um-" His question had completely caught me off guard. I couldn't believe that after all this time. He remembered that I loved to write. "Uh- Yeah, I still write."

"Good. I used to love readin' your stories. You were always so amazin' at it." His words effected me more than I had expected. Out of anybody, I had always cared about what he had thought the most. Especially since most of the stories were about him.

"T-Thank you." I said barely above a whisper, not trusting my voice enough to speak up.

"If it's ok with you, if love to read some of your recent work." I paused for a moment after hearing his request. I couldn't believe my ears. Was it a joke? It took me a few seconds to think of something to say back.

"... Oh, sure!" I finally answered as my heart began to pound in my chest harder and faster while my cheeks tingled with that familiar heat again. 'Dammit! I'm blushing again!'

Jason was never much of a reader so to hear that he still wanted to read my stories, even after we were broken up, meant the world to me. 'After all we have been through, reading my stories is still a priority to him. He must still care if he still wants to read them, right? No. He's just being friendly. That's all. Don't get your hopes up for nothing, (Y/N).'

"How have things been for you?" I muttered in an attempt to change the sudden mood that had fallen over us. I felt kind of stupid for thinking such things over something so small. How could I get so damn carried away? He didn't think of me like that anymore and it was stupid of me to assume so after five years. I had to get it together.

"Pretty good. I got discharged from the Marines around two years ago and have been workin' at a garage in the next town over." I heard a hint of pride in his voice as he spoke and my heart fluttered more, knowing that he was doing well in life. I wanted that so badly for him. Sure, I had heard thing from mutual friends that he was doing good, but I couldn't fully believe it until I seen it for myself. There was only one question that had come to mine that I was a little too nervous to ask. "And before you ask, I'm clean."

It was as if he had read my mind and if he did, I'm glad. I felt like I could have given him the biggest hug as my heart swelled with pride for him. He did it. He beat his demons and survived.

"I'm proud of you, Jason. You learned to fight and control your demons. Not many people can do that." As I said those words his eyes changed from proud back to soft and... Tearful? I hadn't realized then, but my words must've had quite an effect on him. After all, he did say that he was going to quit for my sake.

"Thank you, (Y/n)." He responded in a shaky voice and I swallowed, too nervous to respond because I knew in that moment, my voice would sound the same.

The music and the sound of people chatting away and making their plans for the new year grew overwhelming and made it hard to hear. Any other time, I would have been able to grin and bear it. But tonight, I couldn't. And judging by the slightly irritated look on his face, he couldn't either.

"Hey, it's pretty loud out here. Do you wanna go somewhere more private to talk?" He asked, raising his voice slightly to talk over the obnoxiously loud music and people.

"Yeah, sure!" I answered, raising my voice to the same level. I took his hand and led him to Brook's roommate's room. I was sure he wouldn't mind. We were only going to talk, of course.

We entered the small room and sat down together on the soft bed. I ran my hand over the duvet and smiled to myself as I felt the softness on my bare touch. It brought back memories. Memories of when me and Jason would splurge with the little money we had and go to a hotel for a night of pure passion.

"Jesus." He muttered as he eyed me for a moment. "It's been so long but it feels like I haven't gone a day without knowin' you."

His words were not wrong. There was still a closeness between us. I could feel it. Talking to him was as easy as boiling water. And it just felt right, like it did all those years ago. It was like we were made to talkto each other.

"Yeah, I'd have to agree." I answered as I looked down to my fidgety hands and watched as I picked at my nails. It had gone silent for a moment, which was nice. I listened to the muffled music outside of the room and sighed in relief because I no longer had to endure it's actual volume. I heard Jason's deep chuckle beside me and I glanced over at him while raising a brow to see what was so funny.

"I know you. You were dyin' to get out of there. That's why I suggested that we find a more private place to talk." His mouth curved up into a lopsided smirk and I couldn't refrain from smiling too. He knew me too well.

"Thank you, Jason." I felt my heart do another flutter as I spoke those words. I felt like I could give him the longest hug and kiss for it. No. I couldn't feel that way. But when he said things like that, when he showed me that he remembered something even so tiny like that, it was hard not to.

"Don't you go for one second thinkin' that I don't remember things. Because I do. Remember back when we moved in together?" My eyes widened as those words sunk into my mind and the memories came flooding back.

"Oh, my God! And half of the appliances stopped working and we had no heat in the apartment!" I said with a laugh as I thought of when we couldn't even boil water for hot water in the bath. So we used to have to bathe together to keep warm. I felt a tingle go up my spine as I remembered the way he looked when we would do such things. Hair dripping wet and draped over his forehead, his soaked skin glistening under the light, lustful look within his eyes; No! I had to stop thinking that way or I'd be screwed! I tried to think of something, anything to take my mind off of that image.

"That place was such a shit hole!" He chuckled as he leaned back on his hands and got a warm look in his eye as he began to reminisce. "But there were some good times because of that."

"Like when we used to cuddle under, like, six blankets to keep warm?" Ah, my favorite memory. No matter how cold it was, we could always keep warm by sharing each other's heat. It was the best way to do it.

"Exactly!" He agreed as his smile broadened. I had almost forgotten how cute he always looked when he would smile really big and his dimples would become deep. Nothing could compare to that ever.

Our conversation died down and in a short moment of silence, I heard the music change from annoying pop to a familiar song. A song that felt way too close to the situation I was in now.

"I thought you'd be out of my mind. And I'd finally found a way to learn to live without you. I thought it was just a matter of time, 'till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you."

I listened closely to the lyrics as old feelings that I tried to repress for so long finally began to resurface.

"But it's just not so. And after all this time, I still can't let go."

My heart began to ache as the feelings began to consume me. The grief of a dead relationship that I tried to forget, finally came back to weight down on me once again.

"I've still got your face painted on my heart. Carved upon my soul. Etched upon my memory, Baby.

I began to realize that all of these years, I had never truly loved nor cared for anybody else. I never actually wanted anybody because deep down I was waiting for Jason to return. My sweet, sweet Jason.

"And I've got your kiss still burning on my lips. The touch of your fingertips. This love so deep inside of me, Baby."

"Jason," I spoke up. Though my voice didn't come out nearly s strong or loud as I had anticipated. I didn't care anymore. I had to say what was on my mind now or I would never forgive myself. "Even when you had your problems, you were still an amazing boyfriend. Maybe even the best."

"Really?" He stared at me with almost disbelief within his eyes and my heart ached more. How could he think any different? He changed my life in so many ways and I thought he knew that.

"Yeah. I'm really proud of you for turning your life around too. That's not an easy thing to do. And I know how mentally draining war can be so since I'm a therapist now, you can always come to me if you need anything. Ok?" He froze after I gave my offer and stared at me for a moment. I could see almost hurt in his eyes. But it wasn't because of me. Something bad had happened in Iraq like I had feared for all of those years. I felt a pit in my stomach as I repressed the urge to embrace him. I felt like it was all I could do to make him better but I couldn't do it. Physical contact wouldn't be right.

"T-Thank you, (Y/N)." He looked away as his eyes grew watery and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that I made such a tough Marine tear up. It made my heart melt, knowing that my words touched him that much. It made me feel better about not giving him a hug. Now I could truly help him like I wanted to all those years ago.

I gave him him moment to collect himself until suddenly, a thought came to mind. Something that although I denied it, it had been weighting me down for quite some time. I needed to ask. It was the only way I would be able to sleep better tonight.

"Have you-" I hesitated to speak for a moment. "Have you been with other people since?"

"Well, of course. I mean, I'm not a robot." He said as he looked back to me. Luckily, he didn't seem offended or annoyed with my question but a bit taken back and shocked. "I've been with other girls since."

"Oh." I replied as I looked down to my feet. I didn't want to show him that it bothered me or effected me in any way.

"Have you? Been with other guys, I mean." He asked as his voice dipped quieter like he was afraid of the answer.

"Oh, yeah. Totally."

"Oh."

Things went awkwardly silent for a moment. I figured that answering honestly, like he did, was the best thing to do but I still couldn't help but feel guitly when I heard the sudden sorrow that filled his voice in that short answer. I wanted to tell him that they didn't matter, that they weren't him and and never compare to him but how could I? It would be so wrong to speak such things when he was no longer mine and probably had no intentions of ever being mine again.

"(Y/N)?" Jason spoke up and cut into the silence. I looked back up at him and his face had gone pale as he eyed me very nervously. "I haven't forgotten."

"Haven't forgotten what?" I asked as I cocked my head slightly, confused but intrigued by what he had said.

"You." He answered and my face started to tingle with heat and I could have bet my life that I was blushing. "You, your smell, your kisses, your touch, your taste..."

My ears focused on the muffled song one more time as I began pondering if this "swim" was about to become a skinny dip.

"Something in your eyes keeps haunting me. I'm trying to forget you. But I know there ain't no way to chase you from my mind."

Without even realizing, we both leaned closer and our lips pressed together softly. My heart thundered within my chest. I couldn't believe it. The one thing that I had missed for so long was finally happening once again. The sweet softness of our touch slowly waned into something harder and more intense as our hands found each other's bodies and began mapping out every familiar area as if we had never forgotten how to touch each other. My hand pressed to jasons left peck and I felt his heart beating just as fast, if not faster than mine.

It made me smile into the kiss until I felt pressure where his hands were on me as if he was pushing me down on the bed. He succeeded and I broke away from his lips to gaze into his eyes, trying to look as serious as I used to when he would try to take over but failing when I saw his eyes lidded with dumb lust and his freckled cheeks dusted with a rosy shade of red.

"You don't remember your place, Marine?" I said in a low, warning tone as my lips turned up into a cocky smirk.

"How could I forget?" He giggled bashfully as he eased his grip on me.

Back in the day, I was always the dominant one in the bedroom. Both Jason and I knew that despite being apart for years, that had never changed. I was always going to be the one to boss him around, no matter what. Besides, he was always too soft, like a little baby kitty, to be the tough one in bed. Sure, the Marines could have changed that but I didn't care. He would always be my soft little kitten.

A amused smile forming apon my lips, I ran my fingers through his soft locks, enjoying the familiar nostalgia it gave me before pushing his head forwards and locking our lips together. The butterflies that had been slumbering in my stomach for five years had finally awaken once again as our lips parted and tongues met again while we moaned hungrily into each other's mouths.

My fingers tightened in his hair and pulled his head back to part our lips as he groaned in protest. I removed my hand from his locks to grab his arm and pull him back down to the bed before jumping on top of him without giving a single fuck anymore. Our lips met again and his hands found my sides. They caressed my shape gently, touch growing more intense with each passing second. I growled into the kiss as I began tugging at his shirt.

"Take this off." I rasped before my lips found his neck, pressing open- mouthed, wet kisses to it's length.

His skin tasted so sweet. Just how I remembered it. My tongue swirled over his delicious flesh, quickly finding the sensitive pulse to tease it with my tongue and teeth. I couldn't help myself and playfully nipped at his skin, forcing a gasp from him as he arched his back, giving me the perfect opportunity to take off his shirt for him. It didn't take too long for us to discard our clothing, leaving them in a messy pile somewhere on the floor by the bed.

"They were never as good as you, (Y/N). No other woman could take your place." He whispered breathlessly as I continued to suck on his neck. I felt my heart flutter as I realized that I had left a permanent mark on him.

I climbed on top of him and sat on his lap like a queen on her well missed throne, staring down at him with lust, hunger, and adoration as I planned all of the things I would do to him. After five years of not having his body on mine, I had to make it worth it. I had to erase any bitches that had touched him after me, regardless if they were as good as me or not..

"That's a nice shade of lipstick on you. But, I think it would look better if-" His words trailed off as he brought his hand up to my mouth and pressed his thumb to my lips before smearing my lipstick out of my lip line. I glared down a him as his shit-eating grin grew while he giggled like a mischievous little child.

I gave him a little swat to the chest as I let out a giggle of my own. Without realizing, my tongue darted out to lick my lips and Jason froze as his eyes went from mischievous and playful to lidded and lustful. His thumb returned to my mouth but this time he moved it around my lip line in a very slow and spine tingling way. I let my mouth fall open as he continued to trace my lips slowly while staring up at me with awe.

"I've missed these beautiful lips." He murmured breathlessly. Without hesitation, I leaned down and gave him another passionate kiss. It was the little slice of heaven that I never knew I needed so much again.

"Condom?" I muttered as I pulled away from the kiss and began leveling myself with his cock. He didn't say a word. He only pursed his lips and stared up at me with worried eyes. 'Dammit, Jason.'

I thought to myself for a moment. 'The chances of getting pregnant were high. But if he could stop on time- No. It's Jason. He can't stop on time. He has no self control.'

"I can stop on time." He mumbled as if he had read my mind again and I scoffed.

"Do you not remember the incident of '98?"

"I was younger then. And I've been fine to stop with other women since."

"Are you sure?" I questioned as I raised a brow and narrowed my eyes. For his sake, he better had been telling the truth.

"Yes! Trust me!" He said eagerly as his body began to shake ever so slightly from anticipation.

I sighed and gave him a "Don't fuck up" glare before finally sinking down, swallowing each thick inch of his member into my heated core. He let out an all to familiar little moan as I squeezed him just slightly while I readjusted to his size. I had almost forgotten just how well my kitten used to fill me up. Took this brief moment to study his body, his new eight pack, the new tattoos on his arms, and the new scars peppered all over his body from battle. Though his body looked different now, the familiar warmth it gave let me know that it was still the same Jason I knew all those years ago.

I couldn't help but giggle to myself though. I had no idea that the scrawny little guy that I knew five years ago could turn into such a muscular beast. It seemed almost unreal.

"What are you giggin' about?" He asked with an amused smile growing on his face.

"You've just changed so much." I chuckled as I studied his new features.

"Yeah? I've changed in other ways too, you know." His voice dipped down and suddenly very seductive, sending more shivers throughout my body as I subconsciously squeezed him a little tighter.

"What do yo- Ah!" Jason's tip twitched upwards inside of me, hitting that sweetspot instantly and cutting off my words completely as I let out a loud moan. He had never done anything like that before. It must have been a trick he learned without me.

"Well, Marine. If you have hidden tricks up your sleeves, you better show them all to me before the night is over so I can get the full experience." I said breathlessly as I came down from the small high that I had just experienced. He smiled at my words before repeating his actions sending jolts of pleasure shooting from my core and throughout my body once more.

I began to bob up and down on his cock, moaning lightly as I enjoyed the heavenly feeling of his big veiny erection sliding in and out of my walls. He went to sit up and I pushed my hands down onto his chest to shove him back down on the bed. My speed on him began to increase as my nails dug into his pecks. Fuck, I had missed this.

His perfectly arched up dick hit my sweetspot with each reentry, pushing me closer and closer to that edge that I was so desperate to fall over. I watching him intensely as I rode him, taking in the pretty sight. His hungry eyes gazing into mine, his lips agape, his reddened cheeks, his heaving chest, his dampened freckled skin; if I could have, I would have made this magical moment last forever.

"Do you like this, kitten?" I asked and his eyes widened at the pet name as a sudden submissive softness that I hadn't seen in years had finally returned to them.

"Oh, you missed that, haven't you?" I asked and he nodded his head as he let out a small, desperate whimper. "You're my kitten. Only mine. And you always will be. Understand?"

He nodded his head again and I could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. I wanted to believe that they were because he missed me so much but it was most likely due to his approaching climax. Little did I know that the time, it was both.

"Good boy." I cooed as I gently caressed his soft cheek. He leaned into my tender touch as his sparkling eyes fluttered shut.

I angled my hips just right and slammed down hard, making he bed croak underneath us as if it was about to break. His eyes shot open and his head lulled back into the pillow beneath it as he moaned like a porn star, only making my arousal grow more intense and my climax approach even faster.

"Mommy!" He cried out with a choked sob following after. I felt the tingling heat in my cheeks and my core grow more intense at the name. "Mommy". He was the only one who ever called me that. Although I loved to hear him cry and moan for me, we couldn't risk being heard.

"You better be careful, kitten. Those people out there might hear you." I warned sternly but instead of shutting up like I had expected him to, his intoxicating sounds grew even louder. 'I never would have thought that my kitten would become an exhibitionist.'

"Oh? You want to be heard? You want them to hear how well I degrade a strong military man like yourself?" I would be lying if I said that my words weren't having an effect on me too. The idea of somebody barging in and witnessing me reclaiming my boy as my own had me literally shaking.

Nothing but a pathetic little whine exited his lips as his body trembled beneath me. It had never crossed my mind before, but the idea of degrading a Marine was oddly so hot to me and only made my arousal grow more intense with each passing second. Due to that, my thrusts grew erratic as the animal within me unleashed itself and grew rabid as if it had been locked away in a cage for years. And I know it has been.

That sexual tension that I had for years after being without my kitten had finally snapped and next thing I knew, I had had my hands wrapped tight around his throat as I growled like the hungry animal I was.

"Tell me how much you've missed me!" I demanded and he let out another sob, leaving me no choice but to squeeze his throat harder to get my way. "Come on! Be a good kitten for Mommy! You remember what happens when you disobey, Don't you?"

His eyes widened at my warning as I waited for an answer barely patiently. Sure, I was being harsh on him for our first sexual encounter in years but at this point, I didn't care. I wanted to make him scream how much he missed me. It only brought me closer to my climax and at this point, I needed to be a bit selfish. I didn't care if the people outside of the room heard me. Let them know how well I fuck him. Let them know that I got my baby back.

"I-I-I-" He stuttered as he gasped for breath and I loosened my grip on him to allow him to speak. "I-I've missed you so much, M-Mommy. None of those other w-woman could ever compare to you. You are the only one who can keep me satisfied."

"Good boy." I cooed as I smiled down at the pathetic little man beneath me. And as an award for his obedience, I sped up, pumping his cock faster and faster into my tight little hole.

Keeping one hand on his throat, my other hand found his soft hair and my digits buried in his thick locks. They pulled tightly at the roots and made him moan loudly. His dick began twitching even more violently within me and I knew he was close. I knew. Though we had been apart for years, I never forgot how his body worked. I knew it like my own. His hands found my hips and he dug his nails into my skin, making me hiss from the dull pain it caused.

"Mmmm, is my little kitten showing me his little claws?" I asked as my core clenched down on him when another wave of pleasure overwhelmed my body. He responded only by curving his fingers, digging his nails deeper into my feverish flesh.

"Oh, kitten. Are- Ngh- Are you close?" It grew hard to speak due to the overwhelming pleasure that took over my mind. I could barely handle it anymore. I needed to cum. In this moment, I finally understood his addiction because he was the most intoxicating drug I had ever found and could never fully get off of.

"M-Mommy... I-... I'm so c-close... Please-" He begged in a strained, whiney voice. I was on the tip of the edge and he knew it too. One of his hands moved from my hips to find my overly sensitive clit and rub it in fast, tight little circles. The balled up tension within my core began letting go as my kitten unraveled it like a tight ball of yarn.

Finally, the feeling of sweet pleasure exploded throughout my body like fireworks on the fourth of July as I tossed my head back and cried out without a single care of who heard me. My mind completely fogged and the music and voices of the guests outside the room grew faint as the only thing I could barely focus on was the sound of Jason's desperate moans as gasps for air.

Before I could even realize, Jason orgasm exploded inside of me, filling up my cunt with a delicious warmth as our fluids blended together perfectly. Luckily for him, I was too high on my own climax to care that he had just cum inside of my unprotected pussy. The only thing I could focus on, besides my high, was his beautiful face as he came. The way his lips trembled as they parted far while a loud moan tore from his throat and his eyes widened with sweet pleasure. It was a face I had seen many times in the past but never got sick of; It was so beautiful. Once my orgasm fully tore through me, exhaustion hit me like a truck and I collapsed on top of him. He brought his shaky hands up to rub my back as we tried to catch our breath.

"Jason..." I breathed as I slowly came off of my high and it finally dawned on me what he had done. "Did you just fucking cum in me?"

"Yeah... I'm sorry..." He chuckled awkwardly and breathlessly between pants for breath.

"If you couldn't control yourself, why did you tell me that you could?" I used the little bit of my remaining strength to lift myself up just enough to look him in the eyes. I wasn't mad at him. I was just slightly annoyed that he lied and didn't take this seriously when it clearly should have been.

"I-I don't know. I was able to with all the others. I guess I just can't stop myself with you." His eyes suddenly returned to soft again as he reached up and caressed my face gently. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Yeah." I huffed as an amused smile returned to my lips. "I better be, Marine."

Earning a tiny bit more strength from my short rest, I rolled off of him but still kept my arms around him, pulling him over onto his side to face me. We laid in each other's arms as nothing but the sounds of our heavy breaths and muffled music from outside the walls filled the room. Suddenly, everything fell completely silent until the sound of our friends counting down began.

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Happy New Year!"

Me and Jason locked eyes as smiles that mirrored each other crept onto our faces. We both leaned in and pressed our lips together gently to bring in the new year. What a way to do it. We laid in each other's arms for around an hour after that before getting dressed and leaving the room as if nothing had happened. Not that we were pretending that it didn't, but so nobody would suspect the little reunion we just had. For the rest of the night after that, I would catch Jason smiling at me like an idiot every once in a while. I played with the piece of paper in my pocket that contained Jason's number while thinking deeply.

'Was this fate? Were we meant to find each other again in this universe and rekindle an old flame? Or were we just slow dancing in the afterglow of what once was a beautiful relationship?'

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