Leave you with a kissâŚ
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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: A quick goodbyeâŚ
Warnings: SMUT! Cunnalingus, kinda lame aftercare ngl, petnames(ma, baby) ((sorry for any errors, just wanted to write something rq before finals))
Word Count: 900 (just a quick little thing)
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âJay-âÂ
âI know..â
âYouâre going to be late-â
âShut up, ma.â He grumbled as he tugged you further to the edge of the bed by your thighs.
You took a deep breath but did as told. Jay hated when you chastised him. Especially about patrol. He took patrol as a bit of a selective choice. At least after he met you. It didnât matter if he went on patrol on time. Especially when he could be saying goodbye with some good head and a last peck on the lips before he left. If he was a few minutes late.. Whatever. He was saying goodbye to his girl after all.Â
He started slower, licking a hot strip just up the side. Not quite on your pussy, but it made you shiver nonetheless. Squirming in his tight hold where he had his arms locked around your thighs. Making sure to keep you spread for him. He lapped and licked, sometimes going further up your thigh, just to bite down teasingly and suck a hickey there harshly. Jay cooed and nosed at the sensitive skin of your thigh at how you were already so fucking wet. âSo messy, babyâŚâ
He dipped his hand down, pushing your thighs up further with the movement. Just barely brushing your slick seam with his pinky. âHuh?â You murmured after he growled something under his breath.Â
âDonât worry about it..â He let out a hot breath, you bit down on your bottom lip at how it made your pussy twitch at the feeling. Your stomach flutters as you wait. He brought his other hand down, thumbs brushing over your lips before pulling them apart. He watches greedily, seeing how your wetness fucking webs as he spreads you open, exposing you to him in a way that makes you whine out of embarrassment.Â
It looks too good to ignore as he was quick to lean down and lick from your hole to your clit suddenly. Tongue flat before he flicks it over your sensitive but in a way that makes you gasp. He grabbed at you a little tighter as you started to squirm again. He did it again, and again, and again..Â
âJay!â It was a weak cry, one half buried in a pillow as you grabbed at his wrists. When he tried to push your hands away, you grasped at the sheets. âFuck- fuck, Iâm close.., Jay!â
He nosed at your clit, his jaw aching as he shoved his wet tongue into your hole, fucking you with the hot muscle. You grabbed his wrists again out of shock, a sob leaving your lips as you arched under his touch. He pulled away from your hold, only to trap your wrists in his grasp, pinning your hands to your hips as he held you there.Â
He could feel it, see it in the certain way your hips seemed to twitch to and away from his mouth at the same time. It felt like a short circuit how impossibly fast you felt your end coming. Whines and helpless moans leaving your lips as your head thrashed on the pillow. He kept licking from your quivering hole right up to your clit, giving it a quick harsh suck before doing it all over again.Â
âJay-â You were keening under his touch, and he only doubled down. Just like he knew you needed it. He fucking knew everything you needed. And that's because all you needed was him. He will be your best fuck, and only fuck for the rest of your lives on this miserable fucking planet in this miserable fucking city. And he will pride himself on that until the day his dick stops working right and he needs a new jaw from all its use. Because a pussy this good, twitching and creaming all over his tongue is too good to give up.Â
Fighting with your hands as he wrangles both of your hands into one of his. His other hand snaking down as he shoves two fingers into your pussy. Then he sucks, harsh and long sucks like heâs trying to give your clit a hickey. Not letting up even when your hips buck up too hard he has to move his head with you. Your cries filled the dark room of the apartment as you were slammed with the force of your orgasm. Jay crooks his finger in your cunt, feeling how you squeezed around his digits. He thrust them shallowly in and out, brushing that spongy spot just right. Youâre quivering and thrashing in his grip weakly as you were riding out your high. Folding in on yourself as your breath stuttered, legs trying to close.
Only then does Jay pull away. Kissing just under your navel before getting up. He grabbed one of his clean shirts and wiped his hands, then your pussy. It was quick, almost unceremonious. But you knew, if he had more time, he would. âNeed anything, baby?âÂ
A drowsy smile came on your lips, you shook your head softly. He nods and tosses the shirt in the hamper, taking the moment to adjust himself in his pants. Grimacing as he realized how hard he was, his dick bulging against his zipper and pulsing with need.
âOkay, love you, Iâll be back in a few hours.â He huffed and made his way back over. Kneeling on the bed, leaning down to capture you in a quick kiss. âNight, ma..â
âNight, Jay..â
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Damnation
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: Joel Miller knew he was damned, why would a pretty thing like you be with a man like him anyways?
Warnings: Smut 18+, lowkey religious undertones (talks of damnation, sin, using god's name in vain (lol)), just fuckinâ, not too dirty, more like poetic smut? Love dirty old man poety rizz, fem-anatomy, unprotected sex, use of pull out methodÂ
Wordcount: 1.5K
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Breathing never sounded so loud. So frantic. Steeped in carnal lust and punctuated by growling grunts.Â
He knew. He knew it deep down. Knew this was something bad. Something that shouldnât happen. Something that would spell out going to hell together hand in hand by the mock of the angels.Â
But something like this was worth the damnation.Â
It made sense that sins like this were associated with hell. Itâs hot, his greedy hands wandering across the sweltering expanses of your skin. The choked moans against one another's lips. Half hooded eyes of a man almost twice your age taking it all in.
How your innocent, ditsy fucking haltertop was bunching around your waist from when he untied it from the pretty bow that you had it in. Although, his hands were shoving the pathetic excuse for clothing back up. It got trapped under your tits, unintentionally, all so he could dig his worn fingers into your supple waist. His jeans were pushed down just enough, your shorts on the ground somewhere. It was almost unfair how you were left so exposed while he was almost fully dressed.Â
Joel Miller knew from the second you came up to him that he was screwed.Â
At first he thought it was a delusion. Seeing something that wasnât there. A mirage of an oasis out in the desert that he wanted nothing more than to drown in. In what world would he guess your silent infatuation? Occasionally catching your gaze at the Tipsy Bison or around town. Of course, Joel would spare a small smile for a pretty thing like you. You would return it, beaming at him from where you were, lifting a hand to waggle your fingers at him.Â
But he was knocked out when you came up to him for the first time. Your charm broke him quicker than heâd like to admit. After that you were a pleasurable constant in his life. The two of you run into each other quite often. Either quick hellos or long talks. His eyes were fixed on you and only you.Â
He couldnât, shouldnât.. He swore to himself he wouldnât. He wouldnât tarnish you like that. Touch you with his bloodied hands that had taken too many lives. They were permanently stained, a fixed reminder. That shouldâve been all it took. No way could Joel Miller do anything with someone pure like you. He was a sinner.Â
But oh..
When you came up to him. Sweet you asked for help. How could he deny?Â
More importantly, how could he foresee the future? How would he know that youâd pout up at him with the same kissable lips he knew spoke prayers in that house of worship they had in Jackson. He knew you went every Sunday. Was he supposed to know what to do when you flirted shyly, smiling and batting your eyelashes? What about when you grabbed his tainted hand with your soft one?Â
Joel was just a man. A weak sinful man who hasnât touched a woman in years and now here he is. With you.Â
He told himself. Just one kiss couldnât hurt..
But after he had a taste, it was too much. He was diving right into the mirage of water. Drowning in you. Entirely and wholly.Â
Youâd moan, it was a saccharine sound. Deep and raw like fresh honey, âOh God..âÂ
âTakinâ the lordâs name in vain, honey?â Joel chuckled, but it turned into a groan as he felt you clench at his chastising tone. Your nose scrunched in a way that Joel quickly came to love. Face pinched in pleasure as you struggled to keep your eyes open, occasionally slipping up and closing them. But you would open them back up just as quickly.Â
Joel watched as you panted and squirmed beneath him, hair fanned out like a halo around you on the rug. âS-Shut-â You didnât even get to finish before you interrupted yourself with a moan.Â
You let out a low whine of frustration as you reached back behind you and grabbed at a fallen pillow. A reminder to Joel of how bad he was. Taking you on the couch like a desperate teenager at first, but when switching around the two of you ended up on the ground. A well loved rug scratching at your bare back, the hard floor making his knees hurt.Â
Everything felt rough though. The rough scratch of Joelâs beard as he shoved his face into your neck. Kissing over the sweaty skin and marking you with purpose. Sloppy wet open mouth kisses that makes you tilt your head back and to the side to give him more access. Dirty girl.. Sinful.Â
Joelâs rough thrusting was practically sending you up the wall. The head of his cock knocking something deep inside you. That something had you arching under him. Frantically reaching for a different kind of purchase every time, unable to decide where you should put your hands through the haze of lust. But at the same time he was sending you away, heâd drag you back with a tug to your waist.
Joel grunted as he looked down at you. Watching as your face screwed up in pleasure. The flush that covered your cheeks and spread down to your chest where your tits were slick with sweat and littered with hickeys. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth with want, but again, Joel was a weak man.Â
He took your nipple in his mouth, nipping at the hard bud before laving over it with his tongue. His other hand skates up your side to give your other breast attention. Pinching and tugging your nipple, twisting it till you let out a whimper of pleasure. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging just as greedily as he had been grabbing at you before. Itâs all his fault. Youâre tarnished. Greedy, lustful, desperation showing through with the way you bucked your hips against his and held his head in place from where he had his mouth on your breast. Breathless moans leaving your lips as he scraped his teeth over the plush skin.Â
âJoel-â It was a weak call, pitched in a vaguely familiar way. But he could tell why you were calling to him.Â
He could feel it all in the way that you were rolling your hips back against his a little weaker than before. You were clenching his dick in a way that had him grabbing your waist a little tighter. The erotic sound of your moans filled the room. Accompanied by the dirty wet slapping of skin on skin from where your slick coated the inside of your thighs. âShit, sweetheart, ya sound like a goddamn pornstar..â He entertained himself with a smirk, then pressed another kiss to your sternum.Â
Idly thinking of you in one of those dirty old films. Maybe he could find a camera, make a little home film of the two of you.. Joel cursed the thought because of how much he liked it.Â
âWhatâs that?âÂ
Another fucking reminder of how much younger you are than him.Â
He elects to ignore your question rather than explaining it, baring his teeth as he sucked in a sharp breath. You open your mouth to ask him again, but he shuts it down as he begins to thumb over your clit. Fingers splaying across your mound as he swipes his thumb over the too sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
A broken cry leaves your lips. He leans up to be face to face with you. Wide innocent eyes meeting his, tears just balancing on your lash line. Joel cooed at you, âYou close, baby?â He slowed the rocking of his hips, instead focusing on thrusting harder. Shoving his cock back into your dripping abused pussy like he was mad at you.Â
Tears streaked into your hairline. A quick nod followed by a weak uh-huh, that was overtaken by a moan. It didnât take long.. One, two, three good thrusts later and your legs were trembling as they tightened around Joelâs waist. You tenses and looked about ready to fold in on yourself as you cried out like a woman possessed. âShit- fuck, joel! Oh Joel-â it was a hiccuping kind of cry. Your hands finding his biceps and nails biting into his skin as he sped up again. Searching for his own release. Getting off on how much slicker you got as your tight cunt spasmed and clenched around is cock.Â
âI know, baby, I know..â He gritted out. Pinching his eyes shut as he tried to find some kind of self control. Hissing as he dropped his head, chin to chest as he pulled out and fisted his cock. Shooting his spend all over your throbbing pussy and stomach. âFuckâŚâ He sighed and opened his eyes again.Â
There you were, taking quick shallow breaths as you looked at his cum pooling on your skin. And he watched as you took your delicate finger and swiped it up, bringing it up to your mouth. A flash of pink as your tongue darted out to lick it. Then you sucked your finger into your mouth, licking it clean as you finally made eye contact with him.Â
You pulled your finger from your mouth with a pop, smiling up at him innocently, âCan we..do it again? Please, Joel?â It was innocent. You were innocent. But how could he not? Especially when you asked him so nicely.Â
He licked his lips.Â
Oh, heâs going to hellâŚ
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Say Sorry
Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader
Summary: Jason reminds you nobody is allowed to talk bad about you, including yourself.Â
Warnings: 18+ SMUT- (but not really, very self-indulgent) talks of body insecurity (stretchmarks, cellulite (specifically on thighs)), talks of wearing a skirt, mentions of prep & cunnilingus but none,Â
Word Count:Â 1.2k
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âFuckin- Stupid- Saying shit like that..â
It was your fault. Entirely. But how would you know what punishment your best friend would come up with?
It started out when you were about to go out. Constantly going from your bathroom to the thrifted full body mirror in the corner of your room. Midway through you trying to figure out what you were going to wear, he showed up. Jason was going to give you a ride. He huffed and sat on your bed when he saw you were still trying to pick an outfit. From there he was commenting on them, trying to help you out so the two of you could get going.Â
One of the outfits you picked out had a cute skirt that went to your mid-thigh. It was a pleated, classic plaid pattern with a nice brown color. You were pairing it with a brown sweater as well. Only problem was that you couldn't find any nylons to go with it. âShit-â Turning to look at yourself in the mirror, you couldnât help but focus on your own thighs. Hands tugging at the skirt to try and cover what you were focusing on. But that only made it look awkward causing you to pull it back up.Â
âI like that one. Why havenât I seen you wear that skirt before?â Jason asks as he sits up on the bed, giving you his attention once more. You turned again, looking from the other side. Either way you hated how you could see the cellulite and stretchmarks that patterned your thighs.Â
âI hate it. I shouldâve stuck with the jeans!â Your head shook back and forth as you went to go to the bathroom again.Â
He stood up and stopped you, a firm hand on your upper arm. âHey- Why do you hate it? Itâs a good look, just do your makeup and we can go.â The man chuckled lightly. Looking up at him, you hesitated slightly before shaking your head again. âNo..talk to me. What is it?âÂ
Your eyes rolled as he took your shoulders, clearly not letting you go till he got you to talk to him. Jason was just that kind of friend. He was sweet and tried to help you where he could. A shoulder to lean on, a trusted confidant. âI..My thighs and skirts just donât go together.â You tried to laugh it off slightly. However, he did not like that.Â
âYour thighs are fine.â It was his turn to shake his head, a deep frown pulling on his lips. Looking like he didnât believe it. Like he heard the most obvious lie spoken to man.Â
âNo-â
âWhy would you say that your thighs and skirts donât work together? Is there some war between us and skirts Iâm not aware of?â He joked slightly, head ducking down to catch your gaze as you looked away. It melted your heart a little at the way he said us. A frustrated huff left your pouted lips as you narrowed your eyes at him.Â
âItâs- You can see my stretch marks, and my cellulite, itâs just not a good look.â You once more tried to brush it off like it wasnât a big deal. But now his face hardened, an almost angry frown on his face and brows furrowed.
âDonât say that.â He said, his voice stern as ever. This tone is unfamiliar to you, but even then you wanted to argue back, opening your mouth to do so. But he knew you well enough to not let you get away with that. âDonât.â That was all he muttered as he took you by the hips and turned you, walking you back towards the bed. âYouâre so blind, I swear, ma.â He grumbled under his breath as he made you sit on your bed.Â
But what started as a stern lecture from your best friend, quickly turned into more.
The evidence being the bites and hickeys on the insides of your thighs from when he ate you out till you couldnât take it anymore. Slick coating them from when prepped you with his thick and long fingers. The pads of his fingers calloused from years of abuse, training, and killing. His grip on your thighs alone was enough to remind you what he was capable of. There would probably be bruises tomorrow.Â
âFuck-â Was all you could hiccup as he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. Finally fucking his entire length into you making you feel impossibly full. If you thought he was big before, this was a whole new definition.Â
Jason was a brick wall of a man. That was clear. Tall and broad, biceps that looked bigger than your head. But now you know, he was big in other places too. No wonder he was so attentive with prep, but even now it was still a lot.
He was kissing and licking along your tits as he scolded you, waiting patiently for you to adjust. Your back arched as he hugged you around your waist and held you close to reach your chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you whined to him, trying your best to watch him past his dark curls.Â
He lowered you back onto the covers. Sitting back on his hutches as he watched you with hooded eyes that skated along your hickey littered skin. The same look youâd see when heâd read poetry or admire art. Large hands gently skating up your sides. Thumbs coming to rest just under the swell of your tits, fingers splaying out across your ribs. âReal stupid..â He comes back down and nips at the sensitive skin. Pressing a final kiss there before coming face to face with you. Resting on his elbows on either side of your head as he hovered over you, hiding you from the coldness of your own bedroom. He pressed a feather light kiss to your lips before staying there. Whispering against them, âSay you're sorry. Say youâre sorry for sayinâ something so stupid about my girl.â
God, his eyes were really intense. The way he was staring at you alone was enough to make your face flush more than it already was.Â
âS-Sorry..â You whispered out weakly between shallow breaths. He chuckled slightly and nodded in approval, pulling out the slightest bit before stuffing himself back in. Your breathing stuttered as your hands searched desperately for something to grip, quickly latching onto his back. âJay-â
âI know, ma...â He cooed softly as he sat up again, pulling you along with him. Your thighs draped over his leaving you pliant for him. Hugging around your middle once more as he thrusted slightly, pulling your back down onto him. Quickly you hugged around his shoulders not wanting to fall back. His lips pecked your jawline quickly before he locked you into a kiss. It was messy, uncoordinated and searing. Teeth clashing, heavy breathing and moans shared between the two of you. âGod.. Sâpretty for me, Princess..â He whispered against your lips as you pant softly.Â
It was slow but hard. The push and pull, feeling the drag of his dick deep inside you.Â
Youâd never doubt your best friend againâŚ
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Sorry, just another thing i wanted to clear out of my drafts ;)
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The Hangout
Pairing: CollegeYears!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: Bradley invited reader over for a kick back
Warnings: CollegeYears!Bradley, Freshmen!Reader, Inexperienced!Reader, attending UVA, kissing, slight angst, drinking (not drunk), baby-age gap(Reader is legal, Iâm fully abusing canon and making him older than the rest of them???)
Word Count: 4.8k
Part: 1/?
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Knock knock knock
With a slight huff you stepped back a little. You could hear people inside and yet nobody was answering. Half tempted to call, you pulled out your phone.Â
Then the door opened quickly, making you flinch. It wasnât who you expected at all. He was familiar though.. âHey- sorry for spooking you..â The familiar looking stranger said, an awkward smile on his lips. Cute.. âCome in, uh- everyone is in the kitchen.â He opened the door a little wider. âIâm Bob, by the way.â
You nodded, giving him your name as the two of you walked into a kitchen-living area. There are very few people you recognize. The kitchen is bustling, the counter has a few cases of beers and bottles of wine. You clutched onto your cheap box of cocoa powder as you said a quick, excuse me to Bob and made your way deeper into the kitchen.Â
You made a b-line straight to the very person you were here for. Bradley.. Clad in a tacky Hawaiian shirt and jeans. âHey, you made it!â He smiled brightly down at you.Â
Fuck, he was so hotâŚ
âYeah..I had to run to the store really quickly before I stopped here.â You nodded and he made his way over to the fridge. You trailed him like a goddamn puppy.
âYou want anything? A drink? Alcohol or no? Or do you want food? Nat is cooking but that probably wonât be done for a bit..â He rattled off as he opened his fridge and stuck his head in. At first you hesitated, but you also knew you should probably eat if you were going to drink. And you were hungry as shit anyways.Â
âI could eat..â You muttered softly to him, carefully reaching out and grabbing a can of Coors from the door. Luckily he heard you over the loudness of the kitchen.Â
âSweet or savory?â He questioned, but he didnât let you answer before he was pulling something out. âActually, here,â He turned, his brown eyes dropping to your hands before he met your eyes again, offering a wink. âItâs my favorite.â Looking down you see itâs a plastic package of salami.Â
It had you giggling as he took the cocoa powder from you and set it down on the counter behind him. âSalami?â You asked through your laughter.Â
âWhat?â Bradley chuckled, a deep rumble that had you wanting to lay your cheek against his chest to feel it. You shook off the thought. âItâs good.â So you just shrugged as he walked past to his friends. Promptly leaving you alone. Biting down on your bottom lip you walked towards the only other person you knew by name. Taking a seat between yet another stranger and Bob as you ate some salami from the package.Â
Quickly you were swept up into a conversation with Bob. He was quieter than the rest but he was a great listener and was asking you questions. So you were more than willing to answer and talk to him about the latest things going on at school. Eventually a woman, Nat, joined in and took over on asking the questions.Â
âSo, is there any drama going on in the freshmen class?â She asked after you finished talking about your major for the second time over that night.Â
âNot reallyâŚIâm sure there is but I donât really get involved with that stuff.â You nodded slightly to her. Sipping on your beer, feeling how light itâs gotten already. The woman muttered something under her breath before snapping her fingers.Â
âDo you know, uhmmm shoot what's his name- Alex Klarkson?âÂ
You perked up at the name, âYeah, I know him, but heâs a creep. Why?â You frowned recalling one disturbing interaction with the guy. He says some of the most outrageous dirty things that youâd ever heard. Everything out of his mouth is either sexist or racist.Â
âGreat! I donât like him either, he was in my orientation group.â She groaned with a roll of her eyes. But then she smiled and leaned against the counter. âSo why do you hate him?âÂ
You were quick to run your mouth, it was maybe your one flaw. You like talking. âWell, I was hanging out with some of my freshmen guy friends and I somehow got caught in a conversation with this guy. He seemed fine and funny at first, but then he started to get really creepy. Saying some downright disgusting, demeaning things about this girl he was- well, with, which I honestly doubt because everything he says about women sounds absolute bullshit. Plus if he's this disgusting on the regular, heâs for sure a virgin.â That got a burst of laughter out of Natasha, causing some people to look our way, you couldnât help but giggle too. âI donât know, he makes me uncomfortable, I avoid him like the plague.â
She nodded along, âYeah, I wouldnât want to hang around a creep like Alex either.â Someone called Nat away, something about the food. As she left, Bradley came around.Â
âWhatâs this about someone making you uncomfortable?â He muttered softly to you, he was close, so close you could feel the heat of him. The brush of his Hawaiian shirt against your arm.Â
Looking up at him, you offered a slight smile to him. âJust some guy..â He hummed and raised a brow for you to continue. âHeâs a total creep, but Iâm avoiding him. Nothing to worry about..â You reassured him gently, if reassurance was even what he was looking for.Â
âGood..Good girl.â He hummed, smirking as he patted your upper arm before walking off again.Â
Oh⌠arm touch. You smiled and watched him walk away. His jeans are tight..
The other guy you were sitting next to was quick to start up a conversation. Mickey, you think his name was. He was nice and really liked talking. Almost more than you.Â
Selfishly you loved it. Loved the attention, the interest. You can give and take whatever you want. Twist a story slightly to seem more interesting, nothing harmful or crazy, just something that makes it appear more..fun. Smile and shake your head at a question as you refuse to answer, watching with a cocky smirk as they insist you fess up.Â
The night dragged on. You had a few beers and passed a few stories around. This was nice. Really nice.. The whole time here, other people would treat you like a kid. Teachers, orientation leaders, other upperclassmen friends. Made you feel like you were in kindergarten again.. But now youâre being asked if you want some beer and what your last escapade was..Â
âLast? Try never.â You chuckled over the rim of your can.Â
The blonde's eyes widened, âNo way, sweetheart! You gotta be jokinâ!â He shook his head as he set his plate of pasta down, the pasta that Natasha so lovingly made for the group. âYouâre too pretty to be a virgin.â
âWhoâs a virgin?âÂ
Of course, Bradley comes back just in time to hear that part.Â
âYour little freshman, thatâs who.â Jake chuckled as he patted your shoulder. A blush fanning across your cheeks as you scowl at the Texan, only making him laugh harder.
All through high school youâd always wanted more. Youâd talk to guys, you went on a few dates but nothing went anywhere. It wasnât anything you were ashamed of. But you did feel like you were missing out. Frowning to yourself when your roommate would complain about her boyfriend, but you couldnât relate to everything. But of course, you didnât want everyone to know about your lack of experience.
âNice, Jake, thanks for that.â You scoff and shove his hand away.
Bradley chuckles now too, âNothing wrong with being a little inexperienced. College is about exploration, isnât that right Jake?â The man smirked knowingly, about what, you didnât know. But it caused Jake to shut up and take a sip of his beer. Grumbling something before grabbing his plate and taking it to the sink. You shiver as you felt Bradley lean down, his hot breath tickling your ear, âHe fucked around with a senior sorority girl last year, she shoved her finger up his ass during their last romp. He called it after that. Hasnât flirted with a sorority girl since.â Bradley whispered before leaning back and you chuckled as you looked back at him.Â
âReally?â
âOh yeah, really.â He nodded, âHey, and the oven is free now..if you wanna bake those brownies you were talking about.âÂ
âHey, I gotta take off. You cominâ Bob?â Natashaâs voice broke through the overlay of conversations.Â
You looked over at her with a frown. âYouâre leaving?â She was collecting her bag as Bob also stood up, muttering something to her before nodding.Â
âYeah, I have to go to a meeting tomorrow, wanna make sure I can sleep this off.â The woman chuckled before coming up to me and pulling me into a hug. âBut we gotta hang out again, alright? I liked talking with you. Here,â She pulled out her phone and handed it to me with the âcreate new contactâ screen open. You smile and quickly enter your information, then hand it back. âThanks, Iâll text you.â Her and Bob made a quick round, also deciding to give Mickey and Reuben a ride too since they rode with Jake. And he was effectively out of service right now after chugging a six pack on a dare from Javy.Â
Slowly other people remembered things they had to do this weekend. Study for a test, a hot date, club outings. Soon enough it was just you and Bradley. And a decommissioned Jake.Â
The glass door slid closed again as Jake came back inside, heâd been going in and out a lot. You can only assume to puke. Right now you were looking up the ingredients you still needed and listing them off to Bradley. âThat everything?â You glanced at the countertop, then back at your phone.Â
âYup!â
âOkay, what now?â
âNow I bake? What did you think we were going to do now?â
He chuckled at your sarcasm and shook his head slightly, âI meant, what did you want me to do now?â Your brows pinched together in confusion, huh?
âWhat do you mean want you to do?â You questioned him with a chuckle, turning back to the counter to start. Only then realizing you still did need something, âHey, whereâs the measuring cups?â
Bradley wandered over towards you and gently moved you by your waist. Fingers curling into the plushness, firm but soft. You could feel the heat of his wide hands through your shirt. You went willingly of course. Watching intently as he opened a drawer and pulled out the measuring cups and spoons. âI wanna help you bake.â He nodded with determination.Â
âUhh..I usually bake alone.â You purse your lips, timidly reaching out and grabbing the measuring utensils from him. The man scoffed and shook his head.Â
âWell now you have me as a slave, you can tell me what to do. I am your assistant chef, or whatever?â He huffed a laugh making you chuckle and shake your head at him now. Taking the hair tie from your wrist, you throw your hair into a lazy updo.
âYouâre ridiculous.â
It was actually fun. He did things without complaint. If he was being annoying, youâd make him mix things and heâd do it. The two of you joked and messed around, you spilt some flour which made him cause a big fuss about it.
âIt isnât that much!â
âThatâs so much! Youâre a maniac!â
âAm not, youâre just dramatic- why are you taking your shirt off?â
âThis is my best button down! I am not letting you tarnish it!â
âBradley, itâs literally flour- you really are a drama queen!â
âAm not!â
You got annoyed again and made him mix the flour out of spite. He still put the tacky shirt on the counter, leaving him in his white undershirt that was honestly worse. Not that itâs a bad style, because thatâs close to impossible to not look good in a plain white shirt. Itâs just that he looks stupidly hot in something so simple.Â
Your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you watched him from where you leaned against the counter. Half-lidded eyes taking in the sight of his muscles rippling under that slightly too tight tee-shirt.
Jake got up again and wandered outside.Â
âYou think heâs really okay?â You asked, looking back at the glass door. You couldnât see Jake outside, it was too dark and the lights inside were too bright. Bradley asked if he was alright after the first time, but he just waved him off.Â
âIâve seen Jake drunk enough times to know.â He chuckles simply, âHeâs been through worse. This look good?â The man picked up the bowl to show it to you. Oh my god, his armsâŚhis forearms- You watched in silent agony. You narrowed your eyes, lips pouting as if you were looking at the batter and trying to analyze it. But really you were ogling his arms. Perfect cover. Watching intently as the thick bands of muscle tensed under his too tan for Virginia skin as he tilted the bowl. The veins that ran up his arms and down his hands.Â
âLooksâŚgreat. Fine.â You cleared your throat and picked up your beer again, taking a sip to try and mask your nerves. Jake came back in. âHey..â He looked tired and wore a slight grimace on his face. âYou okay?â You bothered to ask as he walked by. He just grumbled and rubbed his eyes. Going to the couch and flopping down on it. Promptly curling up and looking ready for a nap.Â
âBuddy, yâknow I got that spare room-â
ââM fineâŚâ Jake interrupts. You look over at Bradley, he just shrugs it off.Â
So you speak up again, âYou at least want some water?â Heâs silent for a few beats before he mutters out something that sounded like a yes. You smile softly and grab a cup from the cabinet. Pouring some water from the battered brita pitcher and walking over to Jake, âHere..â You keep your voice quiet.Â
He opens his eyes and takes the cup from you, âThanks, hunâ.â The southerner offered a tired smile. You walked back to Bradley as he was taking a drink, you distantly heard him put the cup back down. Looking back to see him grab a throw pillow and scoot down the couch to try and sleep off the alcohol.Â
 âWhat were we talking about again?â Bradley looked over as you asked this, he just smiled for a moment before handing the bowl over to you. His smile could give an old woman a heart attack, it was that dazzling.Â
âAbout my time traveling.â He reminded you, making you nod in return. âAnyways, I went on a whole ass trip to go see this girl that I was with through senior year. She got into some fancy college in England, and I was taking a gap year.â He crouched down and opened a cabinet. âSo I was planning on visiting her for a month. She was planning everything. All of it, down from the hotels. Then, literally a week before my flight, she dumped me.â He found what he was looking for and handed you a square pyrex dish. Then he grabbed some parchment paper, finally standing up.Â
âNo way!â You gasped.
âYup..â
âDid you still go?â
âYeah, no way am I not going.â He rolled his eyes before laughing softly, you smiled and nodded. He pulled out a long strip of parchment and measured it to the dish before cutting it. âSo I went, right? And it was surprisingly fun. I just went around, no plan. Just going city to city, asking locals what I should do, where I should eat, and where to go when I get bored of the place I was at. Met some cool guys in.. fuck, where was it? Doesnât matter! We hung out for a week, going bar hopping in small towns. I actually had a lot of fun.âÂ
âThatâs good that you still had fun.â You hummed as you started to pour the batter. Precariously holding the large bowl in one hand and pushing the batter out using a spatula with the other. You finished pouring and handed the bowl over to Bradley. Opening the oven you put the pan inside, closing it as you went to grab your phone. Turning on a timer for thirty-five minutes.Â
Your eyes traveled over to him again. Sneaking a peak of him as he stood at his sink watching dishes. It was like watching the ocean. The movements of the water, the same push and pull that looked that same every time. But it was always slightly different if you were paying enough attention to it. Like how heâs washing the dishes.. Different back muscles tensing when he scrubbed in circles, how his forearm flexes when he turns the dish over to get to the back of the bowl. His head tilted to inspect it occasionally.. Squeezing the soapy sponge in his hand over the dish to get more suds on it. God bless, you wish you were that sponge-
âYou like it?â What? You look up to see him still washing the dishes, your mouth falling open slightly as you try to come up with an excuse. Sorry for ogling your massive fucking muscles? âHello? The get together? Did you like hanging out?â He looked over his shoulder to meet your eyes.
Ohhh! âOh! Yeah, yeah. Your friends are really nice, thanks for inviting me.â It came out a little stuttered, your cheeks flushed with the previous thoughts you were having. Heart still pounding a little too hard after his question, for a second you thought he caught you.Â
He glanced over his shoulder and chuckled lightly. âIâm glad, everyone seemed to like you. Mickey maybe liked you a little too much when you started geeking out with him over Star Wars, heâs such a fanboy.â That comment made your brows pinch.Â
âWhat do you mean liked me a little too much?â He turned off the water and snatched a dish towel. Scrunching it in his hand before he glanced down. Of course, you watched. His hair flopping down over his forehead, then he looked back up and ran a hand through his hair. Crossing his arms as he smiled at you.Â
âYou know..âÂ
âWow, thanks for the context- ohhhhh.â It dawned on you, no way Mickey liked you like that. âI donât think so.â You brushed it off, shifting your weight to one foot as you copied him and crossed your arms. Then switching it up and reaching for your beer, but it was empty.Â
âIâm his friend, I think Iâd be able to tell better than you.â Bradley scoffed slightly. Why is he bringing this up anyways? You toss out the bottle in the trash near the sink.
âAnd guys have never been interested in me, not like that at least.â You wandered over to the fridge to look for something to drink. Trying to play cool, to make it seem like it wasnât a big deal.
You heard him walking closer as you reached in and grabbed a can of soda. Closing the fridge you turned, flinching as you brushed against him, âoh- hi?âÂ
âIf I kissed you right now, how would you feel?â
âExcuse me?â
âIf I kissed you-â
âPlease-â
Before you knew it his large hands were cupping your cheeks and his lips were smashed against yours. You could feel the scratch of his mustache on your skin as he kissed you greedily.Â
Trying your best to keep up with his pace despite not being all too experienced. Hands grabbing at his shirt as he slowly started to shuffle forwards, causing you to stumble back too. His hands quickly found your hips, gently pushing you back. He ended up crowding you against the counter, the edge digging into your lower back.
It was dizzying. Hands gripping, pressing lips, panting and moaning into each other's mouths. Only thing to shock you out of it was when your feet are off the ground. Youâre quick to grip his wide shoulders, gasping against his lips. The cool feeling of the counter under you makes you shiver despite the thick material of your jeans. He chuckles and you glance up. His face is flushed and his lips are slightly swollen and sticky looking from your lipgloss, you can imagine you look similar.Â
Reaching up you brush your thumb over his mustache causing the corners of his lips to quirk up slightly. His hand circles your wrist as he moves your hand, pressing a quick peck to your palm, transferring some lip gloss to your skin. Then the man iâs guiding it to rest over his shoulder. Following his lead and bringing your other arm ip to loosely hug around his shoulders. A hum leaves him before he leans back in. Softer this time, slower. His own hands find their way to your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter.
Bradleys tongue swiped your bottom lip making you shiver slightly, but you relented. Opening your mouth to him. His tongue brushing your own, teeth knocking together as your fingers find their way into his hair.
Giving a slight tug as he licks into your mouth causes him to groan. His hands gripping the plush of your hips a little tighter in retaliation.Â
âDonât be mean..â he muttered before moving down to your neck. The scratch from his mustache was a delicious contrast to his kissing.Â
âYou seem to like it.â You chuckled before interrupting yourself with a stifled moan as he bit down on your bottom lip. He soothed it with his tongue before firmly kissing you once more. Eyes fluttering shut as you try to hug him closer. His calloused fingers finding their way under the hem of your top. Then sliding further up to grasp at your bare waist.Â
It's a quiet but passionate exchange. Losing track of time in the heat of it. Eventually he pulls away, soft pants leaving your kiss swollen lips. Your breath stutters once more as his lips find your neck. Wet languid kisses pressed to the sensitive skin of your neck. Starting from just below your ear and traveling down to your pulse point. A sigh leaving your lips, fingers weaving their way through Bradleys hair again.Â
He stood between your spread legs, your knees pinching his hips as if to keep him close. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You were more than sure that he could feel your racing pulse against his lips from where he was kissing you.Â
âBradley..â
He only hummed against your neck, dragging his lips down the skin. The feeling of his mustache appreciated as you gave a hum in return.Â
The sound of the alarm buzzing from your phone made the two of you flinch away from each other.Â
A subtle jingle and vibrating noise filled the kitchen. Soft pants from the both of you joined the sounds of the alarm as you two just stared at each other. Processing what was just happening. Processing how the time was lost to the two of us. How thirtysomething minutes was a blur of kisses and touches that probably shouldnât have been happening.Â
Jake groans from his spot on the couch. Bradley steps away and pulls open a random drawer. Swallowing thickly you chance a glance back at Jake. âWhatâs the deal?â The Texan groans as he gets up from the couch. The alarm..Â
âSorry..â Grabbing your phone you turn off the alarm, watching as the cocky blonde goes outside once more.Â
Biting your bottom lip again, you watch Bradley grab the brownies from the oven. Tilting it towards you before asking, âThese good?â It came out gruff, a little like he was upset. Just then you take in the hard lines of his tensed shoulders. His closed off demeanor, like he wasnât comfortable in his own skin.Â
âYeah..â You whispered softly, he set the pan down on the stove top. He cleared his throat, and you watched as he looked back to the door before coming back over to you.Â
âHoney,â Shit..âThat..That canât happen again.â He doesnât fully meet your eyes, only meek glances. Itâs not the Bradley you're used to. And it definitely wasn't the Bradley who was sliding his hands up your shirt barely five minutes ago.Â
âWhy not?â It was a challenge, a frown pulling on your lips as you narrowed your eyes at him. Asking him to try pulling something out of his ass and seeing if youâd actually accept it as an answer.Â
The mustached man makes a noise deep in his throat, some form of grunting-growl. âI- Youâre a freshman and Iâm a junior. An older junior, at that, Iâm twenty-six.â
âAnd?â You rolled your eyes, sliding off the counter and shaking your head again. âListen, I like you. I donât care that you're a little older than me.â You try to laugh it off as you walk to the stove, picking up a stray knife to start cutting the hot chocolatey treat.
âHoney-â The door slides open again.Â
âOkay- that didnât make it on the grass this time.â Jake announces as he closes the door behind himself. He wandered over to the breakfast bar and sat down on one of the stools.Â
Bradley inwardly sighed before giving Jake a tight lipped smile. âItâs okay, buddy. Iâll hose it tomorrow.âÂ
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Whoops.. sorry not sorry pookie
kinda lazy writing, end is kinda rushed been sitting in my drafts and i wanted to write something else but wanted to post this
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When Hangman Met Dolly
Pairing: Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, beefing, sexual themes (no sex tho), some angst but not really, happy ending! Why am doing this to myself, trying second person POV this time around, bit proof read-but also not really.Â
Word Count: 10.5K
(sorry I wanted to get as many plot points as I could)
2010
Jeez⌠This blows. You huff, kicking at the pavement as you lean against the truck that you were planning on commuting to Pensacola in. It was a good fourteen hour drive from Annapolis where you attended the Naval Academy. Andâ unfortunately âwhere your junior-turning-senior roommate met her âfuture pilotâ, Jake Seresin. They encountered each other at a bar and he swept her off her feet a few months ago. Unfortunately, you and Jake just graduated.
Which means that you are well on your way out of there to where youâve coincidentally both been stationed in Pensacola, Florida. She swears up and down he is the love of her life. But you could tell. Heâs cocky and self assured, like most of the men that graduate from the Naval Academy. He is gonna end up calling her within the next week and break her heart, telling her that long distance is too hard or something and that itâll be for the best.Â
Glancing up from your beaten shoes you find them eating eachothers faces, her face shining with tears. Murmuring soft promises to each other, an upside down smile on her naive features as he swears to call her all the time. Reaching into the driver's side window, you press the horn for a long moment. Effectively breaking them out of whatever trance, but you add one more for good measure with a smirk. âWeâre behind schedule.â You call, making your roommate- well, ex-roommate, whine as she hugs Jake again.
Jake presses more kisses to her lips making you roll your eyes as you climb into the car and make sure to slam the drivers door harder than necessary. It takes a minute but Jake eventually joins you in the car. Your roommates head popping into Jake's window one last time.Â
âIâm going to miss you so muchâŚâ She swoons, raising a manicured hand to wipe away her tears.
âMe too, baby. Iâll call you when we get down there.â He hums and you have to actively try not rolling your eyes. You reach up and shift the truck into drive, slowly starting to roll forward as she frantically spews out her feelings to Jake, endless I love youâs and call me every dayâs. He returns them half-assedlyâŚif thatâs even a word? Either way he managed to deliver them that way.
Eventually you roll onto the main road, leaving her on the sidewalk. You hummed as you finally reached the high-way, speeding up to merge with the traffic. âSo, whatâs the plan, sweetheart?â Jake broke the silence first, reaching to fiddle with the old radio.Â
You eyed him for a brief moment before focusing on the road again. âWe will be driving through the night. Iâve set up a plan so that we get equal timeâs driving and have also looked up stops along the high-way so that we can shift.â You explained proudly, always taking pride in your way to plan ahead of things. But he only scoffed and rolled his eyes at you. âWhat?â
âDriving schedules? Looking up stops on the high-way? I mean-âÂ
âItâs a fourteen hour drive, Seresin!â You cut him off with a scoff of your own. Was he really this dense? A single person driving for seven hours is dangerous, so pushing ten or fourteen is just plain stupid.
âThatâs a given, honey.â He nods with a laugh.Â
âThen surely as a fellow member of the Navy you can see the ethics in having a driving plan for such a long drive!â A pout sets on your lips, brows drawn so tightly together in frustration that thereâs a distinguishable crease there even if youâre only in your early 20âs.Â
He throws his hands up in surrender with a nod. Silently giving in, youâre both now basking in a semi-awkward silence. ShitâŚÂ
Reaching over you flick on the radio. Last thing you were listening to was Dolly Parton. An old cassette you got from your mom to go with your old truck. Taking a deep breath you listen for a moment before reaching up and rolling back the cassette to start from the beginning. After letting it go again, the beat of â9 to 5â filled in the silence of the truck cab. You only lasted a minute before you started singing along under your breath. Hitting every note with ease after listening to this cassette so many times throughout the years. Eventually, a few songs later, Jake opened up his big mouth again.Â
You could see him shift his whole body to look at you from where he sat. âYou sound beautiful. Almost as good as olâ Dolly herself.â He drawled, and you could practically hear him smirking as he waited for your reaction. Instead of giving him the reaction he wanted, you just hummed before the chorus came on again and you sang along. A chuckle came from him before he shook his head and shifted back to where he was before.Â
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Shaking your head, Jake laughs in disbelief. âNo way are you going for Victor over Rick! Youâre choosing a passionless, sex-less relationship? Youâre choosing that over the best sex of your life? Because he owns a bar in Casablanca and thatâs all he does?â He pulls into the diner parking lot and puts the truck into park. The two of you stop to look at each other as you think it over for a moment.Â
âYeah. Yeah! Itâs a matter of sensibility. Victor is the stable choice, and any other woman would say the same.â A smile crept its way onto your lips. Being with Jake was so easy, and he was genuinely a funny guy. Too bad heâs going with your girlfriend right now, you can see the charm she was talking about.
âOhâŚI see! I get it now!â He nods, licking his lips as he pushes open his door. Hopping out and slamming it just as Iâm getting out as well.Â
âWhat? What are you saying?â
âNo, just forget about it.â He shrugged as both of you walked up to the small roadside restaurant. It was cute, but clearly busy. You silently hope that youâll get in smoothly and get back on the road as soon as possible.Â
Frowning you follow him closely up the steps. âNo, I wanna know!â He paused as he was pulling open the door.Â
âIf youâre picking the boring relationship over the best sex of your life. Then that just means that you haven't had good sex.â He shrugged and walked inside, âTwo, please.â The waitress nods and directs us to a table.Â
But you could not believe that he would say something like that so blatantly. âExcuse me, for the record, I have had plenty of good sex.â You scoff out, without thinking. The once bustling diner fell silent for a moment. Their eyes trained on you in confusion causing you to flush with embarrassment. Taking a deep breath you look down, avoiding their gazes as you go take a seat with Jake.Â
âOkay, then who have you had all thisâincredibleâsex with?â His brows raise as he puts his hands on the table expectantly.Â
Your mouth opens to respond without thinking only to shut again. Brows furrowing as you cross your arms and lean back, âI donât have to tell you, thatâs private.â He hums and nods. For some reason that response rubs you wrong. Like heâs telling you straight to your face that he doesnât believe you. âBarry, Barry Stevenson.â You nod, thinking back to the last romp you had. Was it great, noâŚBut it was still something.Â
âBarry? No.â Jake stated as he leaned back in his seat. âNo, you did not have great sex with a Barry.âÂ
What is with this guy?
âAnd why not? Who are you to say something like that?â
âItâs all in the name,â He rubs his chin, âBarry is not the name of a guy who is good at sex. Barry can help you with your finances. But he isnât good at sex. I mean, come on! âGive it to me, Barry.â âRide me, Barry.ââ With his brows raised, a smirk comes onto his thin lips. Cocky as ever as he shrugs his shoulders. Head tilted back, a sigh leaves your lips. I still have another eight hours with this guyâŚYou think to yourself. Luckily the moment is saved as a waitress comes over asking for our order. âYeah, Iâll have a number three, thanks.â
âUhmm, can I have a cheeseburger? Everything on it. And can you please put the pickles on the side, and no tomatoes. Then Iâd like a blackberry pie, heated up with ice cream on the side, not on top. And if you have chocolate can I have that instead of vanilla? Then whipped cream on top, but only if it's real. If itâs from the can, I donât want it. Please and thank youâŚâ You glanced up at the waitress again, she gave a slightly confused look before nodding and writing it down.Â
A small chuckle left her as she got ready to leave. âWhatever you say,â She said to me as she pocketed her notepad. Then she spared a look to Jake, âYou, mister, got yourself a handful.â She laughed, making him laugh along as she left.Â
âOkayâŚâ He laughed before turning serious again and looked back at you. âWhat the heck was that?âÂ
Your brows creased together, âWhat?âÂ
âThe on the side and only ifs or whatever!â He shook his head as he vaguely gestured behind him. Towards where the waitress had disappeared. âYou took a solid minute to order a burger and pie.â The blonde tapped at his watch with a disbelieving smile on his face.Â
Shaking your head a smile forms on your lips. His natural charm and teasing getting to you after having driven for hours with him. Now on your designated break to get dinner. You roll your eyes and start up a different topic. You filled in the good fifteen minutes of waiting for our burgers with talk about places youâve looked for in Pensacola due to the rumors of the current bunks being horrible and constantly in need of maintenance. Going into detail about your favorite place youâve found on a new house listing website you stumbled upon. But eventually the food came and you ate it up as quickly as you could. Wanting to get back on the road as soon as possible. Jake just huffed as you encouraged him to eat a little faster than his single fry at a time without even touching his sandwich yet.Â
You picked up the bill when it came around, and Jake munched on his sandwich. So you took the time to calculate what percent of the tip you owed alongside your meal. Humming in satisfaction as you grabbed the dollars from your purse and laid aside the tip.Â
âYâknow, youâre actually very attractive.âÂ
âOhâŚâ You swallow, âThank you?â
âStella never told me how attractive you were.â
You what now?
âA-Are you flirting with me right now?â You scoffed as you looked up at him like he was nuts.Â
âIâm just saying youâre extremely good looking.â He offered a sly smile that had a hidden meaning behind it, you didnât want to look too far into. Rolling your eyes at him you stood up and collected your things. âHey- whatâd I say!â The man laughed as he quickly pulled out his assumed amount of cash and slapped it on the table before following you out to the truck. Half a sandwich clutched in his hand as he ate it while he walked.
Pausing at the end of the steps you turned and pointed to him, âYouâre dating my friend! And now youâre coming on me!â A groan leaves you as you spin back around and go to the truck.Â
âListen-â He jogs up to the driver's side of the truck. Going around the back of the truck to avoid him, you end up on the passenger's side. âYou canât deny that you are very attractive-â
You cut him short again, âYouâre dating Stella right now! You are in a relationship. Canât we just be friends?â Pulling open the passengerâs door and tossing your purse in carelessly.Â
âFriends?â He gets into the driver's seat. You follow suit and get into the truck.
âYes. Just friends.â
âNope.â
Another scoff leaves you as he puts the truck into reverse, starting his shift behind the wheel. âWhat do you mean, nope? Men and women can be friends, yâknow? Itâs 2010, catch up with the times.â You gesture with your hand in exasperation. Men can be so complicated at times.Â
âNo, they canât, Darlinâ.â Pursing your lips you glare over at him. Leaving you hanging with no further elaboration. And he knows this pisses you off ever so slightly. He learned this early on in the trip. You canât stand not knowing.Â
In a monotone, sarcastic way you bite the bait. âOh please, elaborateâŚâ A deep sigh leaves you as you wait for whatever stupid guy excuse heâs gonna give.
He hums in appreciation as he spares a glance your way. âI mean this in the plainest way possible, and this is not me coming on you in any way, shape or form. But men and women canât be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.â Jake finished, plain and simple, as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole goddamn world.Â
âNo, no! Youâre wrong, I have plenty of male friends.â You state, as if proving him wrong with those words alone. A small smile on your features as you think youâve gotten him beat.Â
But he was quick to argue. âOkay. Maybe one or two are okay. But as I said before, youâre attractive. They may be your friend, but they will never be a real friend because they most likely want to have sex with you. The second you let your guard down- letâs see⌠you have a gnarly break up? After you tell them, do you ever notice how theyâre always there?â He lets that linger for a moment. And you let it sink in. NoâŚthat canât be right, right? This jackass canât possibly be right. âExactly.â
A thought comes to mind, âSo if a guy thinks a girl is unattractive, then they can be friends. Because he doesnât want to have sex with her then, right?â You counter.Â
âNopeâŚpretty much want to nail them too.â Jake nods with his bottom lip jutted out in thought. A frustrated huff escapes your lips. Slouching in your seat as you mull this over. Thinking of all the times you thought a guy who was just your friend seemed a little too chummy.Â
âSo we canât just be friends?â You ponder to him. This causes a brief silence to ensue as he now takes a moment to think about it.Â
He shook his head, âNope. Not really, anyways.âÂ
âThatâs too bad,â You exclaim, taking in a deep breath before releasing it in a sigh. âYou were gonna be the only person I knew in Pensacola.â Looking over you take in his side profile. He didnât look half bad, only downside is that massive ego that is bigger than Texas. Makes sense, heâs a strong Texan man anyways. Coming right from the heart of Austin, Texas. A fact he has bragged about so many times when he came over to pick up Stella.Â
âYeahâŚThatâs too bad. Because I am a delight to be around.â He smirks as he looks over at you. It was so cocky and on brand of him, you couldnât help but suppress a grin before turning away to look out of the window. Watching the dark landscape zipping past.
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âWell, this is it! See you around, and have a nice life if I donâtâŚâ You smiled brightly as you stood on the curb out front of the barracks that Jake is meant to stay in.Â
It was unfortunate, but you couldnât help but find it a bit funny that a guy like Jake Seresin is being reduced to the confines of having a bunk buddy. However, you doubt thatâll stop him from bringing a girl back. Jake hummed as he swung his bag over his shoulder. Far less than what youâd brought to fill in your potential home off base. The chance of running into Jake dropping significantly from just living off base in a bungalow rather than having another roommate for who knows how long. You were itching to find the right place and live alone for once. âYeahâŚYeah, Iâll see around Dolly.â He gives a little finger salute before turning on his heels to walk into the bustling barracks.Â
âDolly?â You laughed as you covered the sun with your hand, trying to catch another glimpse at the future aviator as he walked further away still.Â
He turned and continued a slow pace backwards. âYeah! Cause you sound just like her.â He winked before spinning back around and giving a dramatic wave over his shoulder without looking. As if telling you not to say anything more. That he was going to have the last word.Â
2013
The task was easy, relatively. Being freshly stationed in Oak Harbor, Washington was nice. It was a good base, and you needed a change of pace anyways. Especially from where you were stationed as a mechanical engineer on a next gen fighter jet. The job itself wasnât half bad, it was just out of your element.Â
But here, you were right where you belonged. Working on something familiarâŚ
Only issueâŚit was like moving schools. You were the new kid. A feeling you always dreaded when coming around to a new base. So as you approach mess, you hope and pray youâll recognize someone. Either a face from when you were showed around or-
âHey! Are you that new engineer? For the EA-18Gâs?â A woman called. Looking over, youâre met with a stunning woman, still clad in her flight suit. Her hair is a mess and sheâs looking at you expectantly.Â
Blinking a few times you nodded, a smile curling onto her lips making you smile in return. âYeah! Yeah, thatâs me.â You offer her your hand to shake. She quickly wipes off her palm on her pant leg before reciprocating the gesture. Giving a firm handshake before she nods towards the free seat beside her. âThanksâŚâ
Taking a seat, you pull out your home packed lunch. Having never grown out of living by yourself after getting that first taste of freedom.So you would regularly take advantage of the small kitchen, making lunch in whichever apartment you were renting out for the duration of being stationed wherever you were. âLieutenant Natasha Trace, but my callsign is Phoenix.â The woman offered. So you smiled and gave her your name in return. But just as you finished you spotted a tall blonde you were not expecting to see. He looked away in such a suspicious way that he mustâve been looking at you before you spotted him. Natasha mustâve noticed the way your face filled with disbelief as she quickly glanced over her shoulder. Coming back to meet your gaze as she rose a brow in confusion. âWhat? Recognize someone?â
âYou canât be seriousâŚâ You muttered under your breath as Jake glanced your way, meeting your gaze. You quickly look back at Natasha. âYeah, yeah. Something like that.â You squeak as you try to hide your face. Resting your thumb to your temple and leaning your elbow on the table. Your fingers shadowing your face from the bright lights. Doing relatively nothing to hide you since Jake had already locked on.Â
Even if heâs fast in a jet, he is slow to recognize a face. On his end he was taking a minute. When he glanced back your way to get a second look and met your surprised gaze it clicked for him. A smirk creeped onto his thin lips as he turned to put down his things next to his friend Coyote.Â
âWho is it?â She asked, genuine curiosity filling her face.Â
Taking a deep breath, you leaned in closer, âOkay, so after graduating from the academy three or so years ago, I had to get my truck down to Pensacola. My roommate's boyfriend was also being stationed there, so my roommate begged me to give him a ride down. Worst fourteen hours of my life.â You groaned at the memory.Â
âThatâs horrible, why would your roommate do that to you?â Natasha chuckled and you shrugged in exasperation.Â
âYeah, and then he tried to flirt with me, but of course, he was still with my friend. So I told him off about it and offered that we can be friends instead. Because he was still a great guy: funny, charismatic, all that stuff. But he said that we canât. So I asked him why. He said that men and women canât be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. Or something like thatâŚ? Either way, Iâve never had a good male friend ever since.â You finish your hushed rant, looking up to try and find him but not finding him there. Great, you think, maybe he left? Just about to spill more about the man to your new friend, hoping that he wonât come over.
But the dream of him not coming over was crushed as he approached with purpose. Like he knew exactly what he was walking into. Like he knew it was him that was being talked about, and took it as an ego boost. âDollyâIâll be damnedâit is you.â He hummed as he clicked his tongue, his hands falling on his slim hips.Â
Heâd definitely gotten broader over the years. His face is still stupidly perfect, other than the fine smile lines coming in. Why does such a handsome man have to have such a cocky, egotistical, arrogant, jackass attached to it?Â
âJake. Still alive?â You rebutted with a slight glare.Â
He just laughed it off and crossed his arms over his chest, âAlive and better than ever.â
All while you and Jake were staring each other down, Natasha was watching this all unfold. âHangman? This is who you got stuck with for fourteen hours? Iâm so sorry.â The brunette said, ignoring the blonde standing there like it was her job. It was clear to you that she and Jake most likely know each other pretty well. Have probably flown together on a few dozen hops together depending on how long theyâve been stationed here together. âAlso, why did you call her Dolly? That isnât her name.â Natasha finally directed her attention to Jake. It was a form of confusion for her, but it also doubled as her defending you. Which was sweet since you literally just met her.Â
âBecause she sings a lot of Dolly Parton, sounds just like her in my opinion. She probably played that Dolly Parton cassette twice over during our little road trip.â The pilot smirked as he took a seat from another table and placed it almost between you and Natasha. âFigured the nickname suited her.â He nodded as you rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing at the memory of playing the whole cassette more than once.Â
The blonde looks at you, but it isnât in an expectant kind of way. It was like he was studying you. Trying to get a read on how much his comment affected you. But that wasnât actually what he was doing. Jake was just taking you in. Seeing that you still had that line between your brows when you looked at him like he was crazy. That you still had worry lines on your forehead from being an overachieving worker, much like himself. He looked away from your face and towards the table where a nicely laid out home-packed meal was. Still the same, Jake thought to himself. Taking in how you separated certain things from your sandwich and had your little snacks bagged to keep them from getting condensation on them from your cold drink you probably put in the freezer last night to keep it cooler throughout the day.Â
âBut howâve you been Dolly?â Jake asked, sincerely and with interest.Â
You were slightly caught off guard with his sudden interest in how you were doing. âIâm goodâŚJust got transferred here this past weekend.â A small smile creeping onto your lips as you fiddle with the hem of your pants. âHow about you, Hangman?â You return the question with a small smirk, using his newly discovered callsign.
âGoodâŚIâve been good.â He hums before tapping his hand on the table, âUhmm, howâs, uhhhâŚâ The man hesitated. Clearly trying to remember someone. It clicked, making you almost laugh in his face.Â
âStella?â
âYeah! Stella Rogers.â
âRoberts.â
âRight, thatâs what I said. How has she been?â Jake asked with a raised brow.Â
You gazed right back at him, an unimpressed look settling on your features. Lifting your shoulders in a shrug, truthfully responding to him, âI wouldnât know, I havenât talked to her in a few years.â
Jake hummed again as he nodded. A common response for him. âYou guys used to be really tight, what happened there?â
Another shrug from you. âStuff happens. We just drifted apart.â
Poor Phoenix had to sit through the tension after your words. Neither of you know what to say next. Sparing a glance to the woman just past Jake, you try to communicate that you donât know what to say. That you were a little lost and needed an out. She took in a deep breath and nodded, getting up with a screech of her chair. âCâmon, Iâll show you what was wrong with my jet.â She said, matter of factly.Â
Quickly you pack up your lunch that remained untouched from when you unpacked it only ten minutes before, âYeah! Iâm sure I can get it fixed in no time.â You smile and get up, turning to Jake with a smile. âSee you around, I guess.â
âThatâs gonna be a hard one.â Your brows furrowed in confusion at his muttered words.
Pausing as you tilt your head, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âI mean, Iâm getting transferred out this weekend.â
âOhâŚâ Thatâs only three days from now. This was a mere chance meeting. How ironic is that?Â
âMaybe we could go out to dinner tonight? As friends.â He added quickly at the end. As if he recalled his whole men and women canât be friends thing from three years ago. But you just shook your head.Â
âNo, uhm, Iâm going out with my boyfriend, Ross, tonightâŚâ You admit, and he hums with a smile. Muttering a small good for you. âWell, if I donât see you around baseâŚhave a nice life.âÂ
âYeahâŚYou too, Dolly.â
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âAlright, and this is the head mechanic for the Dagger Squad. Callsign, Dolly. Sheâs the best, and I asked for her personally with what limited power I have over this mission.â You heard the familiar voice call. Smirking as you turned around and were faced with more than one familiar face. Sighing out as you lock eyes with a particular set of green eyes.Â
âDolly!â Phoenix called out with a smile, âYou didnât tell me you were Stateside!â The woman laughed as she jogged over to you. The rest of the squad follow suit in order to properly meet you.
With a bashful grin you hugged her when she made it over, the both of you managing to keep in contact after being stationed in Washington. âItâs good to see you too, PheâŚâ You hummed as the two of you swayed a little. Pulling back you moved onto the other familiar faces. âRooster, good to see you again.â You pat the man's arm as you pass him up to go and hug Bob. One of your closest male friends that youâve managed to keep in touch with. Heâs always been respectful, but not straight out avoidant. âBobby!âÂ
âHi!â He chuckles as he takes you into his arms. Funny enough, you were just stationed in Lemoore with him, before you were transferred here. Only a few days before him, actually. He presses a soft peck to your hair as you squeeze his waist. âWe only saw each other a few days ago, yâknow?â He says matter-of-factly.Â
Shaking your head again, you just chuckle. âWell, I thought Iâd never see you again. Except for Christmas, because you promised. Actually, your mother promised.â You hummed as you patted his arm as you pulled away. It was quite a funny story that was kept between the two of you. Pulling away, you nod to Maverick with a smile. Having already had your bout of excitement with seeing him again when you first arrived in San Diego.Â
You exchange some pleasantries with the other Dagger pilots before youâre met with Jake. Gazing up at him with a sigh as you approach him. âSo, youâre still alive, Hangman?â You remember saying something along those lines last time you encountered him.Â
Clearly, he remembers too. A small chuckle leaving him as he takes you in once again. Just like he did last time. To Jake, you looked better than ever. The sameâŚbut somehow better. Almost as if you havenât aged a day since he last saw you. Only thing thatâs really changed is your hair. But itâs hard to tell, your hair being in some kind of up-do you most likely did out of frustration of it being in your way while working. Your cheek has a smear of some kind of fluid, probably grease, that he also took note of on the back of your hand. He smirks, âYeah, alive and better than ever, Dolly.â He crossed his arms over his chest. âI see the callsign stuck.â
You chuckled lightly, nodding to him as you put your hands on your hips. âYeahâŚI made the mistake of going to Karaoke night.âÂ
He nods, about to open his mouth to talk about something else when the squad was being called to the next area. âSay, letâs catch a drink at the Hard Deck. You can bring your boyfriend, uhm, R-RayâŚ?â Jake stumbled over the name, causing me to chuckle lightly.Â
âRoss?â
âRight, thatâs what I said. I just want to catch upâŚpromise.â He offered again. Walking backwards to try and stay with his group. Coyote laughing at his friend.Â
âRoss and I broke up a bit agoâŚBut, sure. Drinks would be nice. My shift ends at eighteen hundred.â You said as you watched him continue to shuffle along slower than his group.Â
âGreat! Great, meet me there at twenty-one-hundred?â You nod to his words and he smirks. Waving to you before he takes off in a light jog to catch up with his group.Â
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âSo basically, we broke up because we wanted two completely different things.â You frown into your drink, shaking your head as you recall your last conversation with your ex only a month ago. âWe always used to say that we were so lucky we never moved as fast as our friends. Our friends that got married in a year, or our newer friends who had seven year olds. Because, you know what they say about kidsâŚthat it totally kills your sex life. At least, that's what all of my friends with kids tell me- well, my one friend. My friend LucyâŚShe said it so casually like it was such a widely known thing.â You sighed and shook your head.Â
âYeah, I think I can see thatâŚâ Jake said, making me nod along with his words.Â
âBut the main thing was that we always said to each other that we were so lucky. So lucky that we didnât have kids to tie us down. To stop us from flying t-to Greece for a week on a whim, or having sex on the kitchen floor!â A soft laugh leaves the both of you, taking a long drink from your drink before you speak again. âThe problem was that we never did that. No spontaneous tripsâŚno kitchen sex. And when we talked it out and we established that we wanted different things, and called it off. A-and Iâm not even sad about it. Four years of my life, gone, and Iâm totally fine.â You nodded almost too much, as if trying to convince yourself that you were over your ex-boyfriend.Â
âYeah, you seem totally healthy right now.â Jake nods with a small smile on his face. The Hard Deck is bustling with life. Not as many khakis tonight as youâd expect for a Navy bar. But I knew that there were maybe one or two members of the Dagger squad here, besides Jake. Then some random Top Gun students, navy staff, and what you can only assume as usual locals.Â
For some reason it hit you all at once that Jake has been the one asking questions all night. That he didnât seem to mind listening to you rant about your ex-boyfriend. He was listening, like a good friend and never prompted himself. âGod- Jake, Iâm so sorry. I havenât been asking you any questions! Howâs the love life on your end?â You asked quickly, setting your drink down and situating yourself to be more alert. To make it look like you were actively listening to him.Â
The pilot puffed his cheeks out and shook his head a little. âMan, I was in a relationship too until recently. She was apparently, uhm, cheating on me. Said she doesnât think she ever loved meâŚIt- It was rough.â He said with an awkward cough. As if trying to cover up the fact that he was in a relationship like that. One sided that ended in betrayal.Â
âGod- Jake, so sorry to hear about that. That mustâve been roughâŚâ Reaching out, you place your hand over his in a comforting kind of way. Offering a soft smile when he looks up to meet my gaze. âIf you ever need to talk, Iâm willing to listen.â
His eyes narrowed at me, âAre we becoming friends right now?â Jake asked in a hesitant voice.Â
That made you think for a moment. Recalling his words from before. But it was also sweet. He seemed genuine while asking. And you could feel it too. âYeah, I think we are..âÂ
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âWhat do you mean youâre just friends with Dolly?â Rooster inquired while he sat with Jake. The two of them have decided to go to the batting cages for the day for fun.Â
Itâd been a rough few weeks and now they were being offered a permanent position at Top Gun. After Jake saved Mav and Rooster the day of the Uranium Mission, the two pilots decided to let by-gones be by-gones and became friends. Both of them found out they played a little baseball in high school and decided to hit up the cages on a free weekend.Â
Eventually, Dolly became a topic for the pair of aviators. âYeah? Whatâs wrong with that? ItâsâŚnice.â Jake shrugged while taking a sip of beer as they took a break from batting in the San Diego heat.Â
âItâs nice? Are you shitting me!â Rooster scoffed a laugh, âYouâve got such a babe hanging off your arm on the daily at work. And youâre just shooting the shit? Having movie-takeout-nights at each other's places, and youâre not together or hooking up?â The mustached man took off his sunglasses as if to accentuate a point. But Jake just nodded along.Â
Jake really saw nothing wrong with it. He knew what he said almost six years ago to Dolly. It became a laughing point now for the two of them. But other than that he saw not a single thing wrong with their relationship. âIâm not shitting you, this is probably the first female friend Iâve had in my whole life that I donât want to have sex with. I feel like Iâm growing as a person. I can talk to her about things and get another opinion on them that I normally wouldnât hear.â Jake smirks to his friend. But he only gets a brow raise in response. As if it wasnât as great a feat as he made it out to be. âOh! Come off of it Rooster! Name one female friend youâve had that you didnât want to nail at some point!â The blonde barked out a laugh.
Rooster tried to sputter out a response, slightly embarrassed by Jakeâs brashness in such a public setting. However, it occurred to Rooster that he always had that thought. Fleeting at best before finding out they were in a relationship or werenât interested in him. At that, Rooster pouted and slouched in his seat.Â
âExactly.â
July, 2017
Jake was lounging on the couch, watching a random program on his TV when he got the call. He let his phone ring for a moment on the coffee table before he caught the name on his screen. A small smile turned up his lips when he picked it up. âHey Dolly, why are you calling so late?â
âIâm so-sorry for calling so late. C-Can you come over? Please?â Your voice came out hiccupped and weak. Clearly upset by something and in desperate need of comfort. It made Jake immediately more alert, but he played it off.Â
âYeah, I can come over.â He was already slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys.Â
âTha-thanks-â
A quick drive later and Jake was knocking on your door. Impatiently staring at the wood as he bounced on the balls of his feet. Some shuffling was heard on the other side of the door before it opened to reveal your blotchy face and tearful eyes. âHey DollyâŚâ He muttered softly as he let himself inside. Closing the door softly as he looks down on you with a small smile. âWhat is it?â Jake asked as he placed a hand on your lower back and guided you to your kitchen. It was a simple move but it made you feel so much better. Distracting you until you remembered why you called Jake over.Â
âHeâs getting married- can you believe that!â You laughed wetly. A sob breaking past your wobbly lips as more tears spilled down your cheeks. âI need tissuesâŚâ Jake was currently moving around your kitchen collecting the makings for tea. In particular chamomile and ginger tea. Something youâd always have when youâre sick.Â
Jake's brows furrowed in confusion. He grabbed a random box of tissues from the counter and set them in front of you. âWhoâs getting married?â
You had the audacity to scoff as him, âRoss!â
That was a name Jake hadnât heard in a minute. But after you raised your brows at him expectantly, awaiting his reaction, thatâs when he remembered. âOh-â That was good enough for you to talk again.Â
âCan you believe that! H-He just called and said that he was getting married! To some secretary he met three months ago!â You blubbered, Jake quickly moving to comfort you. Setting down whatever heâd collected to take you into his strong arms. âHe didnât not want to get married- the truth was that he just didnât want to marry me.. He didnât love me.âÂ
âIf you could take him back right now, would you?â
You shook your head as you took a tissue and wiped your face again. Frowning deeply as you stared blankly at the table. âNoâŚitâs just-â Another hiccup, âWhy didn't he want to marry me?â You replied shortly as you got up and walked towards your room. Your fluffy baby pink robe swaying along with you as you rushed to your sanctuary. Jake was quick to trail after you. Watching with a small smile as you threw yourself onto your bed dramatically. Curling up with all of your fluffy blankets and cushy pillows. âWhatâs wrong with me?â Jake crawled onto the bed and laid down facing you. Gently brush some hair from your forehead.Â
âNothing.â Jake murmured.
âIâm difficult.â
âYouâre challenging.â He countered affectionately.
âIâm too structured and Iâm completely closed off.âÂ
âIn a good way.â
You sat up in a huff. He followed with a soft touch before you turned to him with a pout. âCan you hold me? Pl-pleaseâŚ?â
Without another word he pulls you into a soft hug that has you hiding your face in his neck. He smelled like peppermint and cinnamon. A smell youâd come to love and find comfort in while hanging out with Jake over the past year. Talking about everything and nothing on those quiet nights where you had nothing better to do. Or the nights when the Hard Deck was so crowded it forced you two closer together than friends would normally stand. On those nights his hand would find your waist to keep you from falling if a sailor vying to the bar accidentally knocked into you.Â
He tried to pull back but you didnât want him to leave just yet. You wanted to be with him a little longer. For him to pull you against him tighter. So, when he pulled back enough for you to see his face, you whined pitifully. Hands going to his shoulders to keep him from going too far. âJust a little longer?â You whispered hopefully.Â
He hummed and pressed a soft peck to your lips before pulling you into his chest again. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled back again. âYou feelinâ better?â Jake asked softly. You only murmured some response that you werenât even really paying attention to as you kept stealing glances at his lips. Blinking rapidly as you realized what you were doing and looking back up to his soft green eyes. Only for him to look right back at you. No doubt as if to say that he saw you looking at him like that.Â
Thatâs when he pressed another soft kiss to your lips.Â
It was longer, not as fleeting as the one before that couldâve been passed off as friendly. This one had something behind it. Whether that was built up sexual tension or love was debatable for both parties. One kiss turned into twoâŚthen four, thenâŚ
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âMmmmâŚâ You shifted in the bed, rolling over with a smile as you slowly woke up. Only to be startled out of that blissful morning state with the clank of a buckle and the rustling of clothes. Sitting up with your white sheets clutched to your chest you found Jake getting dressed. âWhere are you going?âÂ
Jake looked up from where he was putting on his jacket. âI gotta go home, get changed, then go to work. And you have to get up and also go to work soon.â He grunted out as he slipped on his shoes. You pouted over so slightly as your brows drew up in a silent mix of frustration and confusion. Why did this piss you off? Why are you feeling pissed off? Itâs a reasonable excuse to leave- âLet's go out to dinner tonight, seven work for you?â
Looking up you are met with Jake standing right next to the bed. Looking down on you expectantly. âY-YeahâŚSeven works.â
âGreat..â He muttered as he leaned down and pressed a quick peck to your hair before turning to leave again. âIâll text you the details later today.â And with that he was gone. The two of you were quick to call up one of the dagger squad members. Conveniently enough, those members happened to like their gym mornings. So what Hangman and Dolly did last night became the topic of the gym between Phoenix, Rooster, Bob, and Coyote.Â
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Your anxiety was through the roof as you tried to debate on what to do. Honestly, you didnât know how you felt about Jake. He was nice and funny, and the last person I wanted to talk to at the end of the day. But you guys were friends. You couldnât let one night ruin your friendshipâŚ
So you decided you would say it first. All while you were getting ready for dinner that night after work you kept rehearsing the words in your head. It was somehow worse that you didnât see anyone throughout the day either. Being stuck in an office where you barely got any work done as all you could do was think about Jake.Â
When you were safely at home and getting ready you kept saying the words to yourself. The words that you would say to Jake.Â
It was a mistake.
As soon as the waitress left you practically blurted, âIt was a mistake.âÂ
An uneasy smile on your red lips as you wring your hands in your lap anxiously. Hoping and praying that he would just let it lie. He nodded, âThank god- Yeah, it was a mistake.â He chuckled wearily and took a sip of his wine.Â
âYeah, a complete mistake.â Just as you finished, you took another sip of wine. Soon enough silence fell over the table. People chattering besides and around you. However, the silence that fell over your table was almost uncomfortable. A feeling you havenât felt for a while with Jake. The two of you are saved by the delivery of your appetizers salads. Quietly you eat, eventually catching eachothers eyes in small fleeting moments.Â
âThatâs what I like about us. Itâs just so nice to have a meal and not talk.â Jake suddenly said before stuffing more salad in his face.
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August, 2017
It was a beautiful ceremony and now an astonishing reception for Penny and Mavericks' wedding. Right now Penny and Mav were having their first dance. It was slow and to some older song they used to jam to when they were in their younger years.Â
The ceremony took place on the beach out back of the Hard Deck, simple but so on brand. Then they moved half inside, half outside for the reception after. Everyone helped out when asked to help decorate the Navy bar for the reception.Â
You were so happy for them.Â
But you also couldnât help but feel down in the dumps. Having felt so lonely lately. Actively avoiding Jake aside from work encounters that wouldnât exactly count. AfterâŚthat night you only hung out alone one other time and it killed you so much that you decided to either make an excuse to get out of the next ones or invite someone along. Apparently Jake had the same idea. Only having us together on group outings and sticking with Rooster or Coyote most of the time. All while you sidled up with Phoenix and Bob just the same.Â
So imagine your surprise when Jake comes around.Â
âBeautiful ceremony.â He said with a small smile. You only hum in response, making his smile fall as he steps in front of me. Not giving me the option to look away without being outright mean. Something you didnât like doing. Something Jake knew and was now taking advantage of. So you met his piercing green eyes with a heated glare. âWhatâs up with you, I thought we agreed it was a mistake. Youâre still acting like I kicked your puppy or something.â Jake asked with a little too much amusement than you wouldâve appreciated.Â
You scoffed and turned away from him. Not wanting to get into it in the middle of the reception. Turning back to look at him only to find him just where you left him. So you waved him along before spinning on your heels and weaving through the crowd towards the parking lot. Pushing your way outside, you ended up pacing for a moment before Jake came outside. âWhat are you insinuating, Jake?âÂ
He crossed his arms over his chest. âIâm saying that youâre avoiding me. What happened, we agreed it was a mistake, I donât see why youâre dragging this out.â Jake shrugged.Â
âWhat- It just happened!â
âThree weeks ago!â A low groan emanated from you as you tried to keep back your frustration with the subject. âYou know how one year to humans is like seven years to a dog?â He asked, his hand coming up to his face. Forefinger and thumb rubbing along his chin in thought.Â
Your brows pinched together at his words. âAnd whoâs the dog in this situation?â
âIsnât it obvious? You need me to paint a picture for you?â He threw back cockily.Â
âMe? Iâm- Iâm the dog!â
âYes! Why canât you just get over it!â
Hot tears welled up in your eyes as you snapped right back at him, âYou wanna act like what happened didnât mean anything!â
âIâm not saying it didnât mean anything. Iâm saying, why does it have to mean everything?âÂ
âBecause it does.â The build up of tears fell over. Streaking down your flushed cheeks as you stared up at him in disbelief.Â
âWhat-â He puffed a soft laugh, âWhat was I supposed to do? You were looking up at me with those sad puppy eyes, asking me to hold you a little longer-â
âWhat! So itâs my fault, you had sex with me, because- what? You felt sorry for me!â You raised your voice at him. Flushed with anger as you put together what he was saying.Â
âDolly-â
Without thinking you slapped him. âFuck you!â You stormed back inside to go say goodbye to the new couple and take your leave. What is up with him? You thought it was more than that. That what happened would mean more. But apparently to him, it was just a pity fuck. Wiping your tears as you walked you made your way over to your things. Grabbing your phone out of your purse, using the camera to fix yourself before you slung your bag over your shoulder. Ready to go say goodbye to Penny and Mav.Â
âDolly, please-â Jake appeared by your side again.Â
âHangman-â
â-And weâd like to thank Hangman for saving Rooster and I merely a year ago. Then of course our head engineer, Dolly. A vital part of our team from the ground. Both of which have been such a help over the past six months with the wedding. Going above and beyond to calm both Penny and I down whenever we got stressed over the wedding. Of course, so have the rest of the Dagger squad. But damn it. Hangman and Dolly as a team- downright unstoppable. So thanks to the both of you as well.â The two of you paused as heads turned your way. Smiles being flashed your way as you and Jake stood dumbfounded at the sudden thank you from Maverick.Â
Sucking it up, you plant a smile on your face. Nodding and waving shyly before you glance up at Jake. Seeing him already doing the same.Â
ShitâŚ
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October, 2017
â-on the line. Call me, call me any, anytime! Call me, Iâll arrive. When youâre ready we can share-â
Heâd been singing over the answering machine for a solid minute or so while you got ready. It wasnât an uncommon occurrence now. Heâs been ringing your phone off the line after heâd found out you silenced his calls and muted his messages. You couldnât bring yourself to block his number, on your cell nor the landline. Just in case he really needed to get a hold of you. But right now itâs looking a lot like this. So you caved. âJake.âÂ
There's a small fumbling on the other line. âDolly?â
With a deep sigh you ran your fingers through your hair, leaning back against the counter as you held the phone to your ear. âWhat do you want, Hangman?â You used his callsign. Showing that you really werenât in the mood. A habit you had before, and one you canât seem to shake.Â
âN-Nothing⌠Just,â He cleared his throat nervously. âSorry I wasnât expecting you to pick upâŚJust- H-Howâve you been?â The pilot managed to get out after a moment of stuttering. Something that is foreign to Jake. And something thatâs foreign to you as well, he never seemed to stutter.Â
���Iâve been okay.â
âGoodâŚthatâs good. Umm- so I was thinking that we could maybe go out to dinnerâŚ?â He asked with a slight waver in his voice.Â
You missed him, but you still felt hurt. âNot tonight, Iâm just about to head out.âÂ
âOh- where are you going?âÂ
Shaking your head you sighed at him. âIâm late. Goodnight, Hangman.â You said blandly before hanging up on him. Quickly leaving your apartment to go meet up with Phoenix and Bob.
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Hangman was currently taking his time. Taking too long to get ready for the Navy Ball he didnât even want to attend right now. By the time he would get there it would only be an hour before they started to kick everyone out.Â
He kept thinking about you.Â
What went wrong? Why did he say what he said? He cared about you. He cared about you so much it hurt. It hurt that night when he slept with you because right after he felt like he betrayed your trust. He didnât know if you wanted it right then because you were just hurt by the news of Rossâ wedding. It almost hurt more when he was already halfway out the door when you asked where he was going the morning after. You sounded so heartbroken over him leaving that he wanted to crawl right back into bed with you.Â
He hurried up his motions to get ready. Knowing that you were at the ball was his only solace as he jammed his socked feet into his dress shoes.
You on the other hand were drained. Your dress felt too tight, the music wasnât helping your headache. The man droning on in front of you doing nothing to help the headache. You honestly werenât paying attention to him. Did that make you feel bad, yes. But you were too tired to care.Â
Suddenly he was laughing and you took a moment to process this before you joined him. Throwing your head back in one of your more believable fake laughs.Â
You quickly tried to think of an excuse to get away from this guy. Your eyes locked onto a Dagger squad member and you did your best to look surprised. âSorry, I havenât seen this person in forever! Iâll see ya later.â You rushed, brushing past the man with a roll of your eyes as you walked over to Fanboy. âSave me.â You whispered quickly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
And that was how you ended up dancing with Fanboy for a while before you both retreated to the bar to complain about the choice of music that was blasting through the hall. âYâknow what, I might ditch. Iâm so tiredâŚâ You drew out as you gave Fanboy a look that told him that you werenât kidding.Â
Apparently Penny was on the other side of you. âOh, câmon. Have another dance or two. I know Mav has been wanting to dance with you.â She piped up, making you feel bad. Looking back at her you offer an apologetic smile.Â
âI donât know, PenâŚâ
âJust wait, five more minutes. Iâm sure heâll be back around.â She pleaded softly, making your brows furrow as you really contemplated if you should or not. Youâre head pounded, completely overwhelmed by the music and people around. If another admiral's wife asked where your husband was youâd lose your shit. Regretfully, you nod. Turning back to Fanboy to pass the time since the two of you were in a discussion about the Star Wars trilogies.Â
Maverick did come around eventually, his smile brightening ten fold as he saw you. He passed by and greeted Penny with a peck. Tracking the man expectantly, you watched as Penny leaned in to whisper to him quickly. Without a doubt about how you were about to leave.Â
âDolly, câmon. One last dance then Iâll give you a one way ticket out of here. What do you think?â Maverick said as he approached me. Offering me his arm with his ever so friendly grin. Giving the warm feeling a father would as you smiled back. A genuine smile for the first time all night. You let him sweep you into the crowd. A slower song playing allows you and Mav to just sway and talk softly to each other. âAre you okay, Kiddo? You seem downâŚâ He asked.Â
You sighed and shook your head slowly. âI-I donât knowâŚâ You mumbled before you rested your cheek on his shoulder.Â
He was silent for another beat before talking again, âIs it because something happened between you and Hangman?â You were quick to pull back and blink up at him in shock. He quietly laughed at my reaction. âThere was some hot gossip a few months ago. After thatâŚthe two of you seemed distant. Then you seemed to not talk to each other at all after the wedding. Some people said you had a fight.â
Tears filled your eyes before you confirmed with a slow nod. âYeahâŚYeah- we fought.â
A small smile came onto his aged features before he pecked your forehead. âDo you miss him?â Another nod, âThen why didnât you two try to talk it out?â
âThatâs what we did at the weddingâŚThatâs why we stopped talking.â You wiped away your tears as you smiled still. âI donât know what to do MavâŚâ Your voice wavered, full of emotion as you looked to the older man for some guidance. Just like you always have since you first met him all those years ago.Â
âMind if I cut in?âÂ
Your head whips over to the ever haunting voice. Seeing Jake with red cheeks and his hair windswept. Suddenly Maverick lets you go. âBe my guest.â
âMav-â
âDolly.â He responded, it was firm but also playful. A smirk on his lips as he looks to you before sending a slight glare to Hangman before he walks away.Â
âDollyâŚâ Looking back up you watch as Hangman stands there. His hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, he was aching to touch you. âC-Can I have this dance with you?â He offered a trembling hand. You looked at how it shook before you looked back up to see Jake pleading silently with his eyes. âPlease?â
Wordlessly, you took his hand. Stepping closer, but also keeping a fair distance as you placed your other hand on his shoulder. He cradled your hand in his, his other finding your waist. âTook so long, I thought you wouldnât show.â You deadpanned as you danced to another slow song. Staring over his shoulder as you refused to meet his gaze. This song was somehow slower than the last.Â
âI was doing some thinking, and the thing is I love you.â He said all in one breath.Â
Now that got you to look at him. He didnât stutter, he wasnât nervous or lying.
âWhat?â You gaped in shock.Â
âI love you.â Jake whispered. To you but almost to himself as well.Â
Taking in a shaky breath as you licked your lips. Feeling your mouth go dry as you struggle to find the words. âHow do you expect me to respond to this?â
âHow about you love me too?â He gazed down at you in the most lovesick way youâd ever seen. Never have you seen this with any of his past girlfriends heâs had over the past year or soâŚÂ
Your heart rate picks up and you exhale sharply. Feeling an urge to run and try and process this all in the comfort of your plush bed. âHow about Iâm leaving.â You pull away from him and brush past him towards the exit. Brushing past people with small excuse meâs and sorryâs.Â
âDoesnât what I just said mean anything to you?â Jake was trailing after you as close as he could without stepping on your dress. You whipped around in the crowded floor to face him.Â
âIâm sorry, Jake. I know youâre lonely, Iâve been just as lonely. But after everything that happened you canât just show up here, say sorry, and expect everything to be okay. It doesnât work that way.â You said in a raised voice. It was part out of desperation to get away, and because of the still bustling party going on around the two of you.Â
âHow does it work then?â
âI donât know, but not like this.â You shook your head at him. Turning to leave again but he grabbed your wrist gently to prevent you from turning away.Â
âHow about like this? I love that you get cold when it's seventy one degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.â He finished with a huff. Shaking his head as he offered a small smile. Waiting patiently for you as you stared at him like he was nuts, that signature little furrow in your brow making that crinkle appear.
Tears welled in your eyes as you scoffed a laugh, âGod- That is just like you Hangman. You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate youâŚI hate you. I really hate you.â You let out a small sob as you reached up and wiped your tears again. He smiled slightly before taking your face softly in his large hands.Â
You smiled as you grasped his wrists to keep him right where he was. âLove you tooâŚâ He whispered before pressing his lips to yours. It was a slow but sensual kiss. Filled with nothing but love. It felt like fireworks on New Years Eve. Your chest felt warm and fuzzy as your stomach flipped. Jake had similar feelings. To the both of you, everything was finally right in the worldâŚ
Kissing in a crowded room, but the two of you didnât know any better.Â
Note: Sorry Iâm so late with this, I literally drove six hrs home from college that weekend on a whim so I got loaded with homework early in the week. But here it is now. Plz have mercy on me, this is only a random thing Iâve been wanting to do. I didnât stick to the plot of When Harry Met Sally too much, but itâs also blindingly obvious. First plotted story that isnât just smut lolâŚ
Apologies if it's ass
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When Hangman Met Dolly - preview
Preview (Cuz why not?)
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
Summary: N/A but it's like a When Harry Met Sally kinda story...so look forward to that sometime this weekend (prob 9/3)
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You cut him short again, âYouâre dating Stella right now! You are in a relationship. Canât we just be friends?â Pulling open the passengerâs door and tossing your purse in carelessly.Â
âFriends?â He gets into the driver's seat. You follow suit and get into the truck.
âYes. Just friends.â
âNope.â
Another scoff leaves you as he puts the truck into reverse, starting his shift behind the wheel. âWhat do you mean, nope? Men and women can be friends, yâknow? Itâs 2010, catch up with the times.â You gesture with your hand in exasperation. Men can be so complicated at times.Â
âNo, they canât, Darlinâ.â Pursing your lips you glare over at him. Leaving you hanging with no further elaboration. And he knows this pisses you off ever so slightly. He learned this early on in the trip. You canât stand not knowing.
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A/N: I've been wanting a story like this for a whole fuckin year since I first saw the movie. So I am here to provide, kinda, since I'm an ass writer and I hate editing fr. Trying second person pov for this one, idk if Iâll stick with it or not. Other than that, Iâll probably not be using Y/N and Iâll stick with nicknames/pet names/callsign. Itâs TBD tho.
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Stop runnin' from it...
Summary: An encounter with Joel Miller...
Warnings: 18+, smut, pussy eating, fingering, rough sex???, petnames (babygirl mostly), creampie, I was watching...savory content...and all I could think about was Joel, no use of Y/N, help, unedited cuz Iâm lazy đ
Word Count: 2.6K
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âShit-âÂ
How did you end up here? You donât remember, nor do you care. Because damnâŚheâs good.Â
Your fingers flew to his unruly salt and pepper curls from where they tickled your thighs as he devoured you whole.
Soft moans and whimpers filling the air alongside the lewd slurping noises he made against your cunt. A harsh suck to your clit has you moaning loudly, practically sitting upright at the sudden unexpected pleasure. He pulled back with a wet pop as you whined at the loss, having been so close to the edge. âNoâŚJoel- please!â You pleaded weakly between staggered pants.Â
âGotta keep it down, babygirl. Or Imma stop.â He threatened in that low Texas drawl that only got you wetter.Â
ââM sorryâŚâm sorry, pleaseâŚplease-â you cut yourself off with a surpressed squeal as he dove right back between your thighs. You fell back against the table with a dull thud, more items being knocked over and shuffled around. His big handsâ wide palms and long fingers rough from wear, grabbed at your thighs and hoisted them over his broad shoulders as he pressed closer. Your legs being forced apart just by his broadness. Your hips bucking off the table at an unexpected suck on your clit. A hand left your thigh, settling over top of your hips and gripping the opposite side harshly. Effectively securing you in place.Â
Heat pooled in your lower abdomen as he worked you higher and higher with nothing but his mouth. Your legs trembled, hands searching for something to ground yourself. Settling with one hand in his hair again, and the other white-knucking the edge of the table. The quiet moans tumbling past your lips raised in pitch and came more frequently now. Chanting his name like a prayer as he brought you to the edge. âShit- shit! Joel, Iâm-â He just growled against you and doubled his efforts, hurling you right over into the oblivion of bliss. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from being too loud.Â
You pant as you come down. Heâd calmed down as well as he lazily makes out with your pussy for a few minutes. Humming and sighing as he soothed over your cunt with his tongue. Laving over it tenderly. But he just doesnât stop. Eventually it becomes too much as he continues to abuse your pussy with his mouth. The scratch of his facial hair and his hot wet tongue making you overstimulated.
You try pushing his head away, panting heavily when he doesnât let up. Wanting it to stop but fuckâŚthe pain almost feels good.Â
A loud whimper breaks past your lips as he shoves two fingers in unexpectedly, knuckles deep into your weeping hole. âThatttâs it, good girl. Sound so pretty for me, babygirlâŚâ He mutters softly to you, sucking a hickey onto your thigh as he curls his thick fingers inside you. As if coaxing out the stuttered moan that crawls out of your throat.
Holy shit-
âJoel-â you whine softly, trying to pull him up from where he was sucking your clit while thrusting his fingers in and out of you.Â
With a short pause, he pulls his fingers out and grabs your thighs. You can feel how wet his fingers were as your cum and his spit smeared on the skin there. He leaned over to meet you face to face. Only glancing away briefly to put his fingers back in caused you to whimper again.
âWhat is it? CâmonâŚâ He muttered softly as you tried to stutter out what you wanted. Only for him to work his fingers faster, harder. Hitting that little spongy spot that makes you stop thinking. Your head lulled to the side as your spine tingled with pure pleasure, jaw going slack. He licks up your neck before settling his lips against the shell of your ear. Hot breaths fanning across the side of your face making you shiver. âCâmon pretty, good girls use their wordsâŚâ you moan as he licks the shell of your ear before nibbling gently. But you could only babble nonsense as he merely rams his fingers inside of you, your mind short circuiting. He chuckles darkly. Clearly enjoying that heâs made you dumb with only his mouth and fingers. His wide palm settled just below your belly button. His thumb reached down to work your wet clit.Â
Without warning you came again, tensing up before going limp against the wood. âGoddamnâŚSo fuckinâ pretty. All for me, yeah?â Joel murmurs as he pressed a long kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, and finally your lips. Effectively stealing your breath away. âThink you can handle more, babygirl?â He hums against your lips.Â
âPleaseâŚâ You whimper softly. Grabbing at his strong shoulders as he smiled, his hands starting to work on his pants.Â
What are you doing? This all started with a fucking argument with this man. Youâd let Ellie borrow⌠you canât remember⌠when she wanted to go out and find Dina because she claimed Dina went out beyond the border and that she was really upset. So, you trusted the teen to protect herself and come back before sundown. She did. But that doesnât mean that she told Joel before she went out. So he came to your shop, pissed off and ready to tell you off. One thing led to another and he had your dress bunched around your waist eating you out on a random table in your back room.Â
You kissed him passionately, chasing his lips when he tried to pull away. Sitting up as you followed him, your hands on his neck. Somehow you stood up. Pressing your front to his as he hunched down and kissed you back with just as much passion. âBaby-â He whispered into the kiss, trying to get you back to the table. You just whimpered and pushed his pants and boxers down a little more. Freeing his hard and leaking cock. The tip flushed and angry as it slapped against his stomach from how fast you pushed his pants down.
Heâs big⌠all over. His dick is relatively long, but fuck itâs thick too. You donât know if youâd be able to wrap your hand around it all the wayâŚwould you be able to connect your thumb to your fingers? His hands found your hips and he manhandled you around to face the table. âHands on the table, darlinâ.â
You did as told and he ran his hands along the flesh of your ass, gripping it as you pushed back a little into his hold. He groaned in appreciation, giving a firm but playful slap to one cheek making you gasp. Humming when he rubbed over it affectionately. His hands smoothed up to your lower back, pressing down to get you to arch slightly. Then a hand disappeared for a few moments before you felt his blunt tip pressing against your entrance. âSorry, babygirl.â He muttered.Â
âWh-â He thrusts all the way in in one go. You cry out, falling forward against the table from the force of it. His hands flew to your hips to pull you back against him, making you mewl weakly from how overwhelming it was to be filled so suddenly, âJoel-â You cried weakly as he pressed his chest to your back.
âShhhhâŚI know, I know, fuckâŚâ He groaned as you clenched involuntarily to try and fend off the ache from the stretch. ââM sorry, babygirl. But itâs just easier like this.â He grunts out as he presses small kisses to your back and shoulders. You reach back and grab at his thick forearm to try and ground yourself. The man pants and groans in your ear as your body struggles to adjust to the sheer size of him.Â
You nod eventually, âMoveâŚplease?â You murmured weakly. He grunts before pulling away and standing up straight. Grasping at your hips and helping you get back into position. Testing the waters he slowly pulls back before rocking slowly back in. Then he repeats this a few more times, only pulling out a little before stuffing himself back in. Eventually your moans upped in pitch and he took it as a hint that you were really enjoying yourself now. And you were⌠Steadily he picks up the pace. His hips pulled back further only to slam against your ass. âGodâŚâS good!â You moaned out absentmindedly.
He grunted in response and settled his hands to rest on your lower back again, pressing down to get you to arch further. You gasped loudly as he went impossibly deeper.
His tip bruised your cervix making you instinctively run from it with a whine. âWhere dâyou think youâre goin?â He chuckled as he pulled you back, his hands on your hips again. You whimpered as he kept the pace, but you kept flinching away from it. Your hips eventually running into the table making you hiss in pain. âPush backâŚâ He pulled you back again, delivering a harsh thrust that had you hitting the table again. Your knees are almost buckling with the mix of pain and pleasure alone.Â
âAh- Fuck!â You slammed your hand against the table.Â
Joel just chuckled behind you, a sadistic laugh that told you he was enjoying this. âI said push back.â With a whine you propped yourself up again and pushed back against him. Trying to keep yourself up as he thrusted in and out of you. The next time your body betrayed you he was prepared, gripping your hips with a bruising force. Not letting up for you this time. Keening as your legs started to shake from the pleasure. âStop runninâ from itâŚâ You could practically hear the smug smirk you knew he had on his lips right now. He continued to ram into you making noises fall from your mouth non-stop.Â
Embarrassingly aware of how every time he bottomed out you made a pathetic little uh sound.
Suddenly his hand snakes around and he plays with your clit. Having to lean over just to reach made him hit a whole new spot that made you gasp out. His chest to your back, his softer groans now amplified. He pressed soft kisses to your neck as he thrusted harder than before.
When you mewl louder than intended he pulled back and eased up a bit. The change making him pull his hand away. âPlease-! Please do that again!â You sobbed back to him breathily trying to get him back down. Reaching back for his arm again.Â
âI-I got you Darlinâ...â He grunts as he moves into the position again and you gasp in shock. His rough fingers finding your oversensitive and abused clit. Using no precision whatsoever, but rubbing harshly across the slick bundle of nerves. But that coupled with the angle that his cock is bullying its way into your cunt made you feel like you were on cloud nine. âSo desperate babygirl, huh? Youâve been such a good girl for me thoughâŚâ Joel hummed into your ear. Your stomach did a flip at the praise, the coil pulling tighter as you moan in appreciation. He grunts, âLike being my good girl, baby? Is that it?â
You nod dumbly, managing out a warning that you were close again and you feel him smirk against your skin. He pulls back and you whine at the loss of him being right there. The loss of the incredible angle as you were teetering on another edge.Â
Your thoughts are cut short as he thrusts so hard it has you balance thrown off again. He grabs your body and pulls you flush to him. Thrusting up into you with the same force as before. âShit-! Shit! Joel!â You cried out, clawing at his forearm that was holding you up. He grunts, almost sounding angry, before his hand suddenly clamps around your mouth. Your loud moans ânear screamsâ getting muffled into his palm.Â
âIâm almost there babygirlâŚAre you? Hmm?â He pants out, a low growl leaving him as youâre starting to tense up with the approach of your orgasm. âYeahâŚYeah you are. Can feel ya squeezinâ me. Donât gotta wait fâ me, youâve been a good girlâŚâ Another grunt leaves him as you grasp his wrist tightly. His words were the last thing you needed before you were keening. Tensing up so tightly before the coil snapped and you went . Your body shivering and pussy pulsing with aftershocks from the intense pleasure you were still experiencing as Joel chased his high.Â
One, two, three thrustsâŚÂ
Then he stills, a long deep moan leaving him as he gave a few more weak thrusts as he spilled inside you before he relaxed, slumping against you. His hand dropped down to rest on your shoulder letting you open your mouth, panting heavily.
His weight had you stumbling forward with him following you. Your hips pinned to the table as Joel practically slammed his hand on the edge for support. Both of you panting heavily, his lips finding your shoulder as he kissed you there appreciatively. He found his feet again and stood up straighter before easing his cock out making you whimper due to your sensitivity.Â
âShhhâŚDid so good for me, babygirl.â He whispered as he placed his hands on your waist before sliding them down to your hips. Massaging the flesh there where you could already feel bruises forming from his grip and being slammed into the table a few times. âYou okay?âÂ
You nod softly, âYeahâŚYeah. That was- fuck, I donât even know.â You chuckled weakly as you lazily shuffled to turn around. Facing him with a dopey smile on your face.Â
The stoic, grumpy man looked more relaxed than he did before. Almost younger as he just gazed down at you with a similar smile on his face. âIâll take that as a good sign?â He let out a small chuckle. You nod and reach up, brushing back some of the sweat slicked hair that was stuck to his forehead. Resting your hand on his neck as your thumb brushed his scruffy jawline.Â
âGive me a kissâŚâ you whispered, causing him to smirk. He licked his lips as he just gazed down at you. Bringing your other hand up you gently tugged him, but didnât force him down. âCâmere and kiss meâŚâ He shook his head before pressing a kiss to your lips. It was soft and slow. Not rushed and angry like it was when you started. This was tender, you liked it more than his fast ones. It made your stomach fill with butterflies and it made you feel dizzy.Â
Eventually he pulled back, but then pressed another quick peck to your lips. It made you giggle before he looked around. You bit down on your bottom lip as you adjusted your dress back into place. Squeezing your thighs together as you felt his spend dripping out onto the tops of your thighs. âShoot- Sorry baby, I gotta run, I had patrol at 6. Tommyâs gonna kill me.â He chuckled as he pulled his flannel back on. Looking over you see that it was 6:18. Joel was known for being the best there was on patrol, so it wasnât an excuse to run. But it made you feel a bit down. Dreading that this would be a one off thing as you plaster on a fake smile.Â
âItâs okayâŚYou should get going.â You shook your head. But just as he was about to leave he paused. âJoel?â He spun around and stalked back over to you.Â
The older man grasped at your lower back and pulled you into him. âCome over for dinner tomorrow night. Seven oâclock,â He pressed a long kiss to your lips before pulling back and looking you over, âWear this dress again, I like it.â A cocky smirk came across his lips before he turned around and disappeared again. Leaving you a bit shocked as you stared at the doorway he just left through. You huff out a laugh as you lean back against the table.Â
âFuck meâŚâ
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