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valhallaas · 1 year

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Sun Across The Sky

pairing: jake hangman seresin x icarus!reader

word count: 2.9k

summary: you flew too closely to the sun, but Jake Seresin would die before he’d let you fall.

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) p in v, cream pie, near death experience, mild angst

a/n: soft jake. i love soft jake. we all deserve soft jake for just a moment.

It starts at dawn. The slow-flowing creek, the wildflowers slowly overgrown on the bank, the canopy of vibrantly colored leaves swaying softly in the warm late-summer air, blending beautifully into the warmth of the orange sherbet skyline. Deep inhale, slow exhale. Your arms swing out and above your head, fingers dancing in the wind, reaching for the last of the stars before they disappear with the sunlight. The sound of running footfalls echo through the quiet as you bend forward, palms touching the blue yoga mat beneath you.

“You’re up early.”

Turning, one arm lifts up, placing you into the triangle pose. Jake stares down at you, backwards ballcap on his head, hands on his hips, and bare chest slightly heaving. The rising sun paints him in the warmest hues of oranges, yellows, and reds. Making his lightly tanned skin glow incandescently. His eyes crinkle with his smile — one that could rival the sun — sweat rolls down his body.

You raise your eyebrows at his statement. “I always wake with the sun.”

He says it like he doesn’t know that. You watch his grin widen, follow his movements until he's planting a kiss to your forehead before heading back to the house. Standing upright on your feet, you inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale. Moments pass but you still feel the heat, the lingering burn from his skin on yours. You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew. Glancing up, the clouds are cast with a golden hue, begging you to get lost in them. The warmth of the sun coats you, wanting you closer. A small smile tugs at your lips. The sky is calling you.

Jake’s stepping out of the shower when you finally make your way inside. Setting the yoga mat by the full length mirror, you watch him get ready. He’s built like he was carved from marble — shaped intentionally, painstakingly, wondrously — each hard-line and defined muscle. A god in his own right. But it isn’t his build or golden skin and blonde hair that inevitably pulls everyone's attention to him whenever he walks into a room — it’s his energy. His aura.

He’s like a beacon, a lighthouse, illuminating the entire room in the kind of magnetic energy that pulls your attention, just by being in it. When his eyes flick over to meet yours in the reflection, his brows raise, and you can’t help the flirtatious wink that causes him to shake his head with a light chuckle.

You turn to face him when he walks over to you. Warm hands grip tightly onto your hips before trailing up your sides, goosebumps breaking out across your bare skin. It’s not often he touches you like this. Normally it’s a hand on your lower back, a kiss to your forehead, lingering looks from across the room. You’re a secret hidden underneath the bed sheets, confined to the four walls of your bedroom. Nobody knows — nobody needs to know. More than anything you’re best friends. Never one without the other. You, Icarus, and he, Apollo. Your head in the clouds and the sun follows him wherever he goes.

Your hands run up his arms, rubbing at his shoulders, scratching up the back of his neck. One hand trails back down, index finger catching the chain hanging around his neck. You thumb at the dogtags, the imprint of his name against your skin. It’s the golden pendant that has your attention. A sun engraved into metal. His lips crash into your own when he pulls you by your own dogtags, a matching pendant hanging between them.

His tongue drags across your fluttering pulse, and when he sucks your skin hard enough to leave a bruise, your fingers splayed open on his broad shoulders, digging into the taut muscle that flexes as he draws you closer. Calloused hands pull at your sports bra, the cool morning air drawing your nipples taunt.

His hands slide down your back, holding you close as he leans forward and lays you down on the sea of blankets. You’ve been together too long for you to be embarrassed by the whimper of a moan that escapes you when his teeth tug harder on your nipple before laving the ache with his tongue while his hand palms your other breast, playing mercilessly with the nipple until your back is arching off the mattress, eyes rolling back.

His hand falls away from your breast, and you nearly squeak in indignation until the feel of his calloused fingers slides between your thighs. Fingers dig into the stretchy material of your shorts, your own hands trailing down to free your body of the material. Jake groans, watching you.

“I knew you weren’t wearing any panties.”

“Never do.”

You’ve never given it much thought, but if you had to imagine heaven, this would be it. A sunlit morning, tangled sheets, gentle words, rough hands. An endless loop of intimate moments, of vulnerable confessions, of whispered promises, of sex so intense your mind fractures and pieces itself back together. Your souls touch, they echo across countless lifetimes.

Jake’s thumb teases your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that make your legs spasm every time the callous on the side of his thumb grazes the bud of nerves, lighting up every nerve ending in your body like a firework show.

You attempt to tug him closer, to shift your hips forward, to add more pressure, to silently ask him to go faster. God, please go faster. But he doesn't oblige. Rather, he pulls your hands off his body and locks them into an inescapable hold above your head, pinned against the pillows — a silent demand to not rush him, to let him take his time. A silent promise to make it worth your while.

When his thumb finds your clit again it's an even softer touch — a whisper rather than steady contact. And somehow, somehow that barely there touch, that torturously reserved brush of his thumb has your eyes flying wide and your back arching off the bed so intensely your breath lodges in your throat.

You tug, trying to get your wrists free, the demand to pull him closer nearly short-circuiting your brain, but his hold on them doesn't budge.

"Mmm, how do you want to come, honey?" He hums against your skin, biting down on the hickey he's leaving on the swell of your breast before moving his attention to the other one. His thumb keeps a teasing pace on your clit, giving you more pressure and easing off just when the pressure in your lower belly begins to build.

Up, up, up and then gone.

So close, so so close, and then poof.

Gone.

His tongue drags across your nipple before he pulls back and blows a cool breath of air across the glistening nerves, sending a rush of goosebumps across your entire body.

His thumb adds a little more pressure, a little more friction, and you’re sure you might cry. You might actually cry. It feels so good.

Your entire body is tense, nearly about to hit that peak when he pulls his thumb away again.

Your head slams back against the bed, frustration flooding your veins. Your orgasm is trying to break free, to claw its way out of you. Like water receding from the shore before a tsunami, the air in your lungs is gone, the control over your shaking legs, your shaking arms, your shaking hands — towed away from you.

He sucks on your nipple hard enough to fling white dots over your vision like confetti, and even now, you can feel the haughty smile tugging at his lips as he pulls back to watch you writhe under him because he knows, he knows you're too far gone to answer him.

"Like this?" he slides a finger into you and you nearly shatter. Nearly, nearly, nearly. Please.

You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't respond. You shake your head and tug your wrists feebly. You want him. You want him.

He adds another finger and you moan so loud it echoes back to you.

He curses, pulls his fingers away, and as you nearly break into hysterics at the loss of contact, at the loss of the climax that was so close you could nearly taste the endorphins on your tongue, he releases your wrists and wraps your legs around his hips.

"No. No sweet girl, you're going to come with my cock buried deep in your pretty pussy." His words are a promise against your ear and finally, finally he thrusts into you as he murmurs against your lips. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come on my cock."

It's instantaneous. The tsunami hits with the first thrust of his hips and your throat burns with the scream that rips through your room. It's nearly a sob — a sob of relief, a sob of ecstasy, a sob of pure pleasure.

Every nerve in your body is a live wire, lighting up with the kind of mind numbing sensation that pulls you down so deep you can't process anything other than the feel of the waves. Like you’re just under the surface of the ocean, being pulled along with each rise and crash of the tide.

And then you blink and see the brilliant sunlight coaxing you back toward the surface, back to the air, back to reality. And it's only when you break the surface and your lungs unfreeze, helplessly tasting your first breath of air since they froze in your chest, that you realize the sun has been shrouded by a passing storm cloud, and the light, that brilliant light that brought you back is still here, radiating from the man on top of you. His face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hips reaching a crescendo that sends another aftershock of pleasure flooding up your spine and he buries himself deep inside of you and stills, the heat of his climax pulsing inside of you, sliding down your thighs.

The room is silent other than your heavy breathing. Your fingers card through his hair, his lips grazing your collarbones. It’s only when your breathing steadies and your body completely relaxes that Jake scoops you up and heads into the shower.

“Ask the sunflower who she used to be, she will tell you she was the mortal who fell in love with me.” He hums.

Your head rests lazily on his shoulder, the warm spray hitting your back. This was the perks of waking with the sun. There’s no rush. Rough fingers trail up and down your spine. He didn’t need to get in the shower again, but he knows it’s a comfort.

“I think if I gave you my heart you’d treat it tenderly.” You whisper into his skin.

“Icarus,”

Meeting his gaze, your breath catches. Jake’s looking at you with such devotion, total adoration. There is no questioning how he feels for you. You know without a second thought that he’d go to the end of the world for you. Smiling softly, you push up on your toes, lips meshing softly with his.

It’s a Sunny afternoon. Not a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for flying. You and the rest of the dagger squad are sitting around the empty classroom. It’s a Friday, the last day of the month, and something in your veins sings. Turning to look when you hear approaching footsteps, your eyebrows raise at the devious look written all over Maverick’s face.

“Who’s up for a dogfight?”

You turn to meet your wingman’s excited gaze. In the end it’s always you and Coyote up against Rooster and Hangman. Nine times out of ten, you come out on top. Maverick is barking out instructions as you make your way to Javy. But you pause, brows furrowing when Mav repeats his words. Teams are being split up. Suddenly you’re looking into familiar sea glass eyes. A crooked grin taking up his face.

“Looks like I’m your wingman, Icarus.”

There’s no hiding your smile. When was the last time you had flown with Jake? When you were both stationed in Lemoore. God, that was right after you graduated Top Gun.

“You ready to win for once?”

“Ouch,” Rooster says appearing next to you. “That hurt.”

You snort, turning to Javy, his hand already out for your secret handshake. “See you up there.”

“See you up there.” You turn to Rooster with a grin. “Fights on.”

Maverick always makes the four of you go last. It’s a training exercise, it’s not supposed to be fun. When you love doing what you’re doing, and love the people you’re doing it with, how could it not be fun? You’re all so competitive too, so it makes it easier.

Up in the air, head in the clouds surrounded by golden sunlight, Jake’s voice in your ear — you’re right where you’re meant to be. A dynamite duo, the both of you falling into place like you’ve never been separated. Coyote gets marked first, and you can’t help your wince. Better him than you. Rooster’s pulling out all the stops, but he’s flying like he’s forgotten who his wingman is, and who’s team he’s on.

“That’s a kill.”

You giggle at the smirk in Jake’s voice. Can only picture the annoyance that decorates Rooster’s brow. Why Jake got under his skin so much, you didn’t know. They’ve gotten better, but it's still funny from time to time. You look over when Jake appears next to you, he nods, motioning for you to head back to base.

It’s a bird strike.

There are too many voices raging in your head, trying to be heard over the excessive blaring of alarms. It’s not your first time, the left engine is out. It’s fine. You know what to do. Jake’s voice echoes in your ears when you go to start the right engine. It’s on fire.

You’re burning in the sky. It’s fine. You’re cool, calm and collected. Until you eject and your parachute isn’t working. It’s not fucking opening. You tug and tug only to get the same result. If you make it out alive, you’ll never be able to fly again. It’s the first time you’ve ever taken your callsign to heart. Icarus. Would Apollo really let you fall? Catch fire by the very sun that he pulls across the sky? Would he stand by and watch as the wax melted from your wings?

You remember the poem your mother used to read to you. About how Icarus laughed as he fell. The sun painted everything in shades of gold. He was the center of the fire. Triumphant in his fall, even though he should be soaring. Death breathed burning kisses, blazing trails down your back. Your screams go lost in the wind. Pulling and pulling you could not bring yourself to laugh. Your Apollo would never let this happen to you. Images of Jake and the life you have, the future you want flash before your eyes. Your eyes meet the sun, and you feel its warmth. You know what it was like to fly, and now you know what it was like to fall.

One more time, one more tug. Your breaths are short, eyes glued to the ground that is coming up fast. One more tug. With all the strength you have, you pull, and by some miracle, the parachute opens.

Tilting your head back, eyes on the sun, you can’t help but laugh.

You can tell you’re in a hospital by the starile air. Your body aches, but at least you know you’re alive. You can hear the heart monitor, the steady beeping. But the sound of your name catches your attention. Jake’s sitting beside the bed, your hand wrapped up in both of his, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

“— take her away from me. I wouldn’t survive.”

This is something you shouldn’t be listening in on. Jake talking to a higher power, about you of all things. You flex your fingers wrapped up with his, letting him know you’re awake.

“Fuck, honey,” he says as your eyes open. “You scared me.”

“Scared you? I lived up to my callsign, Seresin.”

“Why did you wait so long?”

You cocked your head, brows furrowing. “Wait so long for what?”

“I watched you fall, Icarus. Why did you wait so long to pull the shute?”

“I-I didn’t. The parachute malfunctioned, Jake. I can’t tell you how many times I pulled on it before it finally gave.”

Jake shakes his head, grip tightening on you. “Are you telling me I could’ve lost you?”

You smile, pulling your hand free to trail your fingers along his chain, thumbing over the rising sun. “I don’t think he would’ve let me fall.”

“Who?”

“Apollo.” You say, meeting his eyes. “He let his own Icarus fall, I don’t think he could do it a second time. I think he knew how much I needed my Apollo.”

He doesn’t say anything, eyes closing when your hand cups his cheek, five o’clock shadow rough against your palm. Your heart breaks when a tear falls from his eye. Pulling him to you, your lips clash with his, clumsily reminding him that you’re right here.

“I love you, you can’t leave me.”

As if. You couldn’t leave him if you tried. Drawn to him always. He’s the reason you're alive, you’re sure of it. So you smile, leaning in to kiss him once more.

“I love you too.”

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ereardon · 11 months

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"The snow is insane. You'll never make it more than two blocks. The bodega is right on the corner, just go there. The guy who owns it lives upstairs, he'll be there even if everything else is closed."

"Bodegas have food?"

You frowned. "You're joking, right?"

Jake looked at you, wide eyes. "I thought those were hardware stores?"

You put one hand on your hip. "You don't know what a bodega is."

"I'm not from New York!"

"This isn't how to order a good bagel, Jake, or what subway line takes you to Yankee Stadium. It's a fucking corner store."

He looked you up and down, lingering a little too long on your chest. "You've gotten meaner since college."

"And you've gotten dumber, apparently, if that's even possible."

#sneak peek #coming soon #jake seresin one shot #jake hangman x you #jake seresin

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hangmans-darling · 2 years

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Bright Eyes--Jake “Hangman” Seresin Oneshot

a/n; Hi! So, this is my first time writing/posting for Top Gun. I’ve become obsessed with it and with Hangman. I have many more ideas for pieces and I’m so excited to share this one! It’s a long one and you’ll soon see writing short pieces isn’t exactly in my repertoire.

word count: 12.4k

warnings: enemies to lovers, pining, loose based knowledge of flag football, mention of OC death but not a major character, an altercation, smut involving female receiving oral and protected sex and also very loosely edited.

I hope you enjoy! Reblogs mean the world and I’m so excited to contribute to the writing world of TopGun

***

“Have you heard we got a new one coming in tonight?” Payback asks while he racks up the balls on the billiard table.

“Yeah? Who?” Hangman asks, rubbing his chalk on his cue stick.

“Heard her name’s y/n y/l/n, call sign Bright Eyes,” Bob says.

“I heard she’s had three combat kills,” Phoenix grins looking at Hangman, “that’s one more than you, Bagman.”

The door opened of the bar and the group all looked to see if it was the new pilot and sure enough in walked someone they’ve never seen before. The first thing he notices is how young she looks and how big her eyes are. She’s in her uniform like the rest of them and Hangman notices how crisp and clean her uniform is, not a hair out of place.

“Anyone talked to her yet?” Hangman asks, leaning on his stick. He watches her side step between people until she meets someone at the bar, another pilot he doesn’t recognize.

“Nope, but I don’t think you should be the first one to,” Bob says, scooping bar pretzels into his hand.

“I think I should be, Bobby,” Hangman smiles and hands his cue to Phoenix.

“Don’t be an asshole, Seresin,” Phoenix warns. “She’s here for a reason, just like us.”

“I want to find out the reason. I’ll be back lady and gents,” he salutes them all and feels a pretzel ricochet off his back that Bob tossed at him.

When he approaches her at the bar he leans on it by his forearms and plucks up a toothpick that Penny keeps stocked and sticks it between his teeth. He stares at the girl trying to guess how old she is, what her secrets are that got her here and also waiting for her to notice him. She turns her body towards him and he likes how she lifts her eyebrows as if to question, Yes? Can I help you?

“Hey there,” he greets with his signature Seresin grin that has been known to get him anything he wants in the past.

“Hi,” her response is icy.

“Name’s Jake Seresin, call sign is Hangman. What brings you to Top Gun?”

“Same as you; to learn from the best of the best.”

He waits for her to tell him her name but she doesn’t and that entices him. Is this all an act to look tough in front of the other pilots or is she really this icy?

“I’m already the best there is,” he touches his chest and twists his body so his back is leaning against the bar. “If you’re here, then you oughta be pretty damn good.”

“I do the best I can, but I don’t like to brag. There’s always room to grow and learn which I hear is something you need to work on.”

It’s his turn to raise his eyebrows.

“Bright Eyes has a bit of a bite, huh?”

“Your reputation precedes you as being hot headed,” her friend says and Hangman finally pays him attention. He’s the same height as Hangman with blond hair.

“And you are?”

“JJ Pankow, call sign is Caveman.”

JJ and Hangman have a bit of a staredown, both of them sizing each other up. Hangman wonders if they’re an item and in the same thread of thought wonders why it matters to him so much if they are.

y/n sighs and peers her eyes at Hangman until he meets her gaze. “Did you need something or can I continue my free night before training tomorrow?”

“I just wanted to welcome you, that’s all,” he smiles. “And to wish you the best on flying with the big boys.”

It’s her turn to stare him down, he feels it’s a test so he makes sure not to blink. He stares right back encouraging the challenge, he lifts a brow to signify he can go as long as she wants to. She’s the first to turn but it’s directed at JJ.

“Do you want to sit somewhere else?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit crowded here with ego.”

y/n turns back to Hangman as she slips off the stool, he has to lower his head because she’s so short compared to him.

“I don’t fly with boys, I fly with men. Do they have those in Top Gun?”

She stalks off and Hangman chuckles watching her go and he returns to his friends.

“Well, she didn’t throw her drink in your face,” Phoenix smirks and hands him back his cue.

“Nah, she’s too innocent for that,” he shakes his head. As he lines up for his shot, he makes eye contact with y/n and he’s pleased to see she’s looking at him too. Her face is solemn and he takes the shot, eyes still on her, and the ball goes into the pocket.

***

The next morning, Jake finds her in the hangar before they’re supposed to sit and hear what their training is going to be to help prepare for the mission. She’s checking out her jet, her fingers running over her name.

“It’s you and me today, Bright Eyes,” he says announcing his presence. She turns and eyes him up. “Let’s see what you can do, wanna head out right now?”

“And risk my career? No thanks.”

“Aw, come on,” he drawls. “Look at all the stunts Mav has done and he’s still got a job.”

She hops down from her wing and stands toe to toe with him.

“How about you go first and I’ll see if you’re still here tomorrow before I go up against protocol,” she smiles sweetly with her hands on her hips.

“See, now that’s where I’m stuck on how you got a spot in Top Gun if you don’t take risks.”

“Why take risks when I have skill? See you in the air, Hangman,” she pats his shoulder and hops back onto her plane.

***

“Show me what you’ve got Bright Eyes,” Hangman says once they’re up in the air. He hears her sigh over the radio and at first he thinks it’s a sigh of annoyance but when he looks over, her eyes are closed. “How did you get the call sign ‘Bright Eyes’ if you fly with your eyes closed?”

“Shut up, Bagman,” Bob says and Phoenix laughs.

y/n sighs again and opens her eyes directly at Hangman.

“Are you always this annoying?”

“Just until I get my questions answered. So tell me, how’d you get the name?”

“Why does it matter?”

“I’m a curious guy.”

“Mhmm,” y/n sighs.

“Ignore him, Bright Eyes. he likes to talk shit,” Phoenix says.

“I’ve noticed. Are you all talk and no action, Seresin?” She smiles at him again then accelerates her plane. He’s quick to follow.

“If you two are done flirting,” Rooster’s voice cuts through, “Can we finish this mock mission please?”

Hangman continues to badger her on her name as they fly the course.

“Was it what your mother calls you? But what I don’t get is why it’s Bright Eyes when your eyes are a darker shade of (your eye color).”

“Wow, that’s a nice observation. You like looking at my eyes, huh?”

“Maybe. Let’s see…I would say Shirley Temple would have been better, or Baby Face. Even ‘Baby.’ Is it a Swayze thing? Do you even know these movies I’m referencing?”

“I sure do and you’re wrong on all guesses.”

“Hmm…I bet it was an old flame you’re still not over.”

There’s silence except for the hum of their engines.

“Is that it? Oh man! I knew I’d figure it out, how–woah, where’d she go?”

y/n fell back from their formation in a spiral and zoomed down, down, down before pulling back up abruptly straight towards him.

“What the–”

She set her laser on him and he heard the signal that he’s dead from her shot just as she skidded by him which caused him to arc sideways to avoid a collision.

“What was that shit? You can’t kill me, we’re flying as a team!” Hangman roars at her while the others laugh at the altercation.

“Yeah well, you’re dead,” she says drily. “See you back at base.”

“All of you return back to base immediately,” Maverick orders loudly in their ears.

Once back in the hangar, Maverick and Hondo are standing with their arms crossed not looking happy. Hangman is already berating y/n for killing him when that wasn’t the objective.

“You’re right, it wasn’t but quite honestly I would have done the same thing but a lot sooner,” Maverick says. “You were baiting and badgering your teammate, Seresin. You keep an eye on each other and you watch each other’s six, not worry about what their call sign means. You do not harass them when all of your lives are on the line, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Hangman nods and stands a little straighter.

“And as for you Bright Eyes,” Hondo moves in front of her and she straightens her back. “That was superb flying and an incredible kill shot but save it for the enemy, not your wingman. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir, it will never happen again,” she says.

“You’re dismissed. And as punishment, you will both be relieved tomorrow,” Maverick says, “I recommend you two sort out your differences.”

“Sir?” y/n asks.

“I don’t care how you do it, but you need to be tolerable with each other, at least when you’re flying. On the ground, I don’t care. But up in the sky,” Maverick points, “you have your whole team to protect and make sure you get home.”

“Yes sir,” they both respond.

Maverick and Hondo wave them off. As soon as they’re out of ear shot, Hangman rounds on her.

“I can’t believe you killed me!” he hisses.

“It was the only way to get you to shut up,” she snaps back.

“All I wanted to know was how you got your call sign.”

“Why does it matter to you so much?”

He clenches his jaw, a vein in his forehead is throbbing and y/n sees a bead of sweat roll down his cheek.

“I was just trying to be friendly.”

“Interrogating someone is not friendly.”

“Neither is killing them, that’s called friendly fire.”

She glares at him and he glares back.

“You really are a pain in the ass,” she grumbles.

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”

She lets out a grunt, turns on her heel and makes her way to the showers. He stalks to the showers as well but since they’re in the same direction, he’s following her. They glare at each other once more before disappearing into the shower rooms.

His mind is trying to make sense of what the hell just happened. He’s not sure what he’s more pissed off about; the fact that she just killed him while also flying recklessly, how she won’t tell him the meaning of her call sign or that he got in trouble and is now out from training tomorrow.

Either way, he’s got her on his mind.

***

The next morning after he spends some time in the gym working off his frustrations from the day before, he goes to find y/n. He heads into the hangar and sure enough, she’s there with her jet wiping down the cockpit. That’s when he notices she’s only in jean shorts that fit her just perfectly and a white t-shirt with some holes in it. Through one of them he can see a peek of black lace.

He clears his throat and averts his eyes (from her ass and her bra). She turns at the sound of his throat clearing.

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Get what over with?” she turns her back on him again.

“You heard Mav, we need to ‘sort out our differences.’”

“I don’t think so,” she snorts. She’s wiping vigorously at her canopy glass and the motions cause her ass to wiggle.

“Jesus–” Hangman curses under his breath trying desperately not to look, “would you mind facing me when we’re talking? It’s rude.”

It’s rude and distracting and it pisses him off. y/n sighs, drops the towel in her seat and steps down from the wing. Seeing her head on, he notices her hair isn’t up in a bun but is loose and frames her face with light curls.

“All right. What do you suggest we do?”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I came here to learn and to do this mission I can’t be killing a member of my team. Even if it isn’t real.”

“I’m touched,” he touches his chest to emphasize his mock sincerity and she rolls her eyes. “Let’s meet in two hours.”

“What’s wrong with right now?”

“I need to change.”

“Your personality? That will take longer than two hours.”

“I meant my clothes,” he rolls his eyes.

Her eyes travel over his black t-shirt and workout shorts.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Women like a man in uniform,” he grins.

“I should tell them it’s false advertising.”

“You wear the same uniform, sweetheart,” he drawls cocking his head to the side. “Two hours and I’ll come by your room.”

“Fine.”

When he walks away, much to her dismay, she notices how broad his shoulders and back are. When he walks she can see his muscles flexing underneath the cotton of his shirt. She shakes her head and climbs back on her jet.

Why was she just checking him out?

***

At two hours precisely, there’s a knock on her door. y/n was actually thankful for the two hour delay because she got a little sweaty from cleaning her jet and had some grease on her hands and cheek. So she took a shower but couldn’t decide on what to wear or what she was getting into so she dressed casually in jean shorts and a flowy top and clipped her hair away from her face. When she opens the door, Hangman is dressed in his service khakis.

She rolls her eyes.

“What?” he smirks.

“I hope you aren’t expecting me to be your wingman because they’re supposed to hype you up and I can’t do that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Are you ready?”

“Nope. Let’s go.”

They take his truck and drive past The Hard Deck, she can’t help her curiosity of where they’re going. After fifteen minutes of silent driving he parks at what looks like a block party in the middle of a shopping center. Live music is heard through the windows and there’s a bunch of people around.

“What’s this?”

“I found it on Facebook. It’s a beer and cider tap yard. I thought alcohol would be essential for this particular mission.”

“That’s something we can agree on. What’s wrong with the Hard Deck?”

“Change of scenery,” he shrugs. “Come on, toots.”

y/n follows him onto the wood chipped area and chuckles when almost all the women (and a few men) try to catch Hangman’s eye as they walk by. He buys the first round then head upstairs to the seating area.

“To settling our qualms,” he raises his plastic cup.

“God help us,” she bumps her cup to his in cheers.

They sit in a bit of an awkward silence after that so she watches the crowd down below. While she’s watching them, Hangman is watching her wondering how someone can irritate him and intrigue him at the same time. Her pushback on him is also enticing, he hides a smirk as he takes a drink thinking how much he does like pushing her buttons.

Halfway through their drink, a woman approaches them and hands a drink to Hangman.

“Thank you for your service,” she says with a suggestive look in her eye.

“Thank you ma’am, much obliged,” he nods then turns his attention to y/n. y/n snorted and downs the rest of her drink and the woman who brought him a new drink walked away disappointed that Hangman didn’t ask cart her away or something.

“Now I see why you wanted to wear your uniform,” she pretends to pluck off a piece of lint from his shirt. “You like to be ogled at.”

“What? I do not.”

“No? You’re telling me you didn’t like how everyone looked at you when we arrived? You said so yourself that women like men in a uniform.”

“Or I wanted to look my best for you m’dear,” he smirks. “And how do you know they weren’t looking at you when we walked in?”

“Please,” she rolls her eyes and rises from her seat. “I’m getting myself another drink.”

“What about me?”

“You got one already, flyboy,” she nods to the drink that was handed to him by that woman and descends the stairs to the bar.

The line was a few people deep so by the time she got back up by their table, Hangman was speaking with an older gentleman who’s wearing a Naval Aviation hat.

“Oh, is this her?”

“Yup, that’s Bright Eyes,” Hangman smiles up at her.

“It’s a pleasure young lady,” the old man holds out his hand.

“Hello sir,” y/n smiles shaking his hand.

“Your boyfriend here was telling me of all your accomplishments in naval aviation. Two kills…mighty impressive.”

“Thank you sir. I’m just doing my duty,” she nods but the word ‘boyfriend’ is ringing in her ears.

They discover his name is Roger and he tells his own stories about the academy and Top Gun. He explains how he met his sweetheart while he got injured on a mission and she was a nurse that worked on his floor. Hangman noticed y/n drank more and was shifting in her seat as if she were nervous about something while Roger talked.

“You’ve got yourself a good one here, darlin,” Roger says then turns to Hangman, “and you make sure you watch her six, son. Good luck to you both.”

Hangman stands and shakes his hand one last time.

“Thank you for sharing your time with us, sir,” Hangman says.

When he’s safely on the ground and Hangman is still standing with his hands in his pockets, y/n rounds on him.

“You told him you were my boyfriend?”

“He just assumed and I didn’t want to correct him.”

“Why not?”

“Why didn’t you?” He turns to her and her response is to take the last large gulps of her cider. He smirks. “You want another one?”

After a couple more drinks, he brings out a deck of cards from his pocket.

“I’m not playing strip poker with you,” y/n shakes her head violently.

“As much as I–and everyone else here–would love that, that’s not what we’ll play.” He shuffles the cards expertly.

“Do you always carry a pack of cards with you?” She watches his hands as he breaks the deck in half and lets the cards collapse on top of each other.

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “It’s a good conversation starter. What would you like to play, m’dear?” His green eyes glint at her.

“The only thing my brain can process right now from the alcohol is Go Fish or War.”

“War it is, Bright Eyes,” he laughs and starts dealing out the cards. His movements are quick but his eyes are on her.

They’re quick with the game and a few times when they throw down the same card and have to slap more down to see who won the set of cards their fingers fumble together. At some points the cards go flying off the table and she’s giggling trying to scramble and pick them up.

Around 8:00 is when they quit playing because they’re both hungry.

“Are you okay to drive?” she asks as she stumbles into him walking down the steps.

“Yes, I’m not even buzzed,” he steadies her by resting his arm around her shoulders.

“How? You drank as much as me,” she gives him a puzzled look and he thinks it’s adorable.

“I drank them slowly while you downed yours. Plus, you’re a lightweight,” he teases opening the door to his truck for her. He helps her get in and she grumbles something incoherently. “What was that?”

She responds by sticking her tongue out and he laughs all the way around the front of the truck until he’s seated and buckled. He drives to a diner not too far from the tap yard and she comments how they have the best grilled cheese and shakes. He orders a cheeseburger with a strawberry shake and she gets a grilled cheese with a chocolate shake, they share a basket of fries.

She dunks her french fry in her shake and does a little happy dance when she eats it and he smiles at her mannerisms.

“That is criminal.”

“What?”

“What you just did, dipping your fry in your shake.”

“You’ve never dipped a fry in a shake? Are you even human?”

“I am and I eat food like other normal humans.”

“Try it, right now,” she points to a fry.

“I don’t think so.”

“I think so.” She grabs a fry and dunks it in her own shake then extends it out to him but he’s shaking his head in defiance. “You have to try it! It will change your life.”

He resists and some of her shake falls on top of his burger bun and he exclaims in shock while she’s doubled over and laughing.

“Aw come on! Now it’s ruined! You did that on purpose,” he laughs.

“I did not!” She gasps then her face changes and her eyes squint. “I think you got something in your teeth, open up.”

To both of their surprise, he does and that’s when she pops her chocolate shake covered french fry in his mouth. He groans in theatrics but eats the food she snuck in his mouth and she smiles proudly.

“That I did plan,” she states proudly. “So, what do you think?”

“Not bad,” he allows swallowing the food and his eyes shift to a point beyond her. “Is that Roger coming in?”

She turns around to look and it gives him enough time to dip his finger in his strawberry shake so when she turns back around to face him, he plops it on her nose and her eyes widen with her mouth agape.

“That’s for getting shake on my burger,” he smiles in delight then slurps through his straw.

“Well played, Seresin,” she laughs and wipes the strawberry pink liquid from her nose with a napkin.

“So,” he asks a while later resting his arms on the back of the booth. Two steaming cups of coffee sit on the table between them. “How old are you exactly?”

“Twenty-seven. How old are you?”

“I’ll be thirty-four in October.”

“Are you a Halloween baby?”

“Not quite.”

“Darn. That would have made me like you a little more.”

“Yeah?” he laughs. “What got you into flying?”

“My grandpa,” she says cupping her mug with her hands. She takes a gentle sip. “He’d tell me stories and show me his uniform and pictures. I thought it was so cool.”

“Did he call you Bright Eyes?”

She stares at him for a long time then finishes her coffee without another word. Again to both of their surprise, he doesn’t question it further and she asks for more coffee. He watches her the whole time trying to figure her out.

“For the first three months of flight school I threw up every time I was in the air.”

“What?”

“I’ve been badgering you so I’ll share some personal things.”

“You don’t–”

He holds up his hand to silence her and taps his finger on the rim of the porcelain mug.

“I’ve been an asshole to you and my curiosity gets the best of me sometimes and I come on too strong.”

“Am I drunk hallucinating or are you actually being nice?”

“Not hallucinating. I was also terrified of planes growing up but when I was the one flying it, it all went away. I’m always trying to improve my skills in aviation and I’m my own worst enemy.”

“Wow, Hangman–”

“Call me Jake.”

“I’m so confused by this 180 from you Jake,” she enunciates his name with a smile.

“How long has it been?”

“Has what been?”

“Since your grandpa died.”

“Um, he didn’t die. He’s very happy I’m at Top Gun.”

“Then why did you get quiet when I asked if he called you Bright Eyes?”

y/n sighs. “Because he does call me Bright Eyes but he’s not the reason for my call sign. Henry did.”

“Who’s Henry?”

“A ghost,” she whispers, then bites her lip and wipes at her eye. “I want to go back to base.”

Before he can say another word she slides out of the booth and rushes out the door. Jake slaps down some twenties to cover the bill and tip then runs after her. She’s leaning against the passenger door with her arms crossed. He unlocks the door and helps her in.

The drive back to base is silent except for the loudness of their own thoughts. Jake feels there’s much more depth to her grandpa, her call sign, and whoever Henry is. He glances at her at each stoplight, her eyes are wide and bright but also sad. He wonders what she’s thinking about.

y/n’s mind is racing like always but now that her buzz is almost gone her thoughts are weighing her down. She’s thinking of Henry and her grandpa and Hang–Jake. It’s giving her a headache and a heartache all at once. She cradles her forehead in her hands and closes her eyes hoping that will help soothe the racing thoughts.

“Are you all right?” Jake asks concerned.

“Head hurts,” she mumbles.

“We’re almost back.”

He helps her out of the truck once they’re back at base and lets her lean on him as they walk inside, her arm held onto his waist. Her room is the sixth one from the main door and she silently hands him her key. When he unlocks the door he gets a warm and inviting smell as if she had a candle burning. The layout is the same as his so he knows where the light switch is and she groans at the sudden brightness.

“Sorry. Can I get you anything?”

“Water. I have a bottle in the fridge.”

She releases her hold on his waist and shuffles his way to her couch. He finds her bottle easily enough then crouches in front of her on the floor.

“Anything else you need?”

Her eyes are surprisingly alert and focused on him while she drinks her water. The food and coffee must have really helped sober her up but the look she’s giving him is something he hasn’t seen before.

“I think I want to kiss you Jake Seresin.”

“You do?” he leans back in surprise and clears his throat.

“But I also still want to punch you in the face.”

“I’d prefer the kiss over the punch or kill, Bright Eyes. But when I kiss you,” he fixes a strand of hair that fell over her clip, his eyes flicker down to hers and she licks her lips. “I want you to really want it, not just think you do.”

They stare each other down and her perfume is invading all of his senses by being this close to her. He can see a freckle near the corner of her eye.

“You’re probably right,” she sighs heavily. “I should get to bed.”

“Me too,” he mutters then rises from the floor. His head feels a little clearer now that he’s not smelling her perfume. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bright Eyes.”

He heads to her door but when he opens it, she calls out his name softly. When he turns around she’s standing in front of her bedroom door and he thinks she’s going to invite him to stay.

“You can call me y/n, if you want.”

“Goodnight y/n,” he nods and shuts the door behind him before he can’t get himself to leave. Because if she would have asked him to stay, he would.

***

Before they’re all about to go fly more drills Jake has been trying to find y/n. She wasn’t in the common room or the kitchen so his next stop was the hangar. He’s noticed she likes to spend her time there but instead he finds JJ.

“Have you seen y/n?” Jake asks him.

“She’s in the showers, why?” JJ narrows his eyes at him.

“Just wondering,” Jake shrugs, “Um…do you know anything about a guy named Henry?”

JJ’s eyes widen and he glances around their surroundings as if to make sure no one else is in earshot.

“She told you about Henry?”

“Sort of.”

JJ’s expression changes and he steps closer to Jake, his voice low. “Listen, I’m not saying a word. That’s her business and if she told you all of it, you wouldn’t be asking me. Talk to y/n.”

JJ walks away and Jake curses under his breath.

In the hangar, y/n doesn’t look at Jake which is surprising because he’s staring her down. Was last night just a glitch in the matrix and they aren’t on common ground? She’s the one who brought up kissing him, not him. Maverick and Hondo walk in and he forces himself to look at them.

“Hangman, Bright Eyes,” Maverick calls their attention. “How’s reconciling your differences going?”

Jake looks at y/n but her expression is solemn and straight forward, she makes no move to respond.

“Working on it, Sir,” Jake answers.

“Good. You two are up first.”

They’re communicating well enough but when Jake tries to tease with her, she doesn’t respond and it’s making him frustrated. It’s irritating how she gets under his skin and last night seems like an illusion. When they’re done with the drill and land they’re told they did a great job. y/n accepts it diplomatically while Jake soaks it all up. JJ and Phoenix are up next and Jake tries to speak with y/n again but she’s so invested in listening to how the others are doing he gives up.

When the exercise is over, Mav says y/n and Jake tied for first and they were all dismissed.

“A game of war and diner food was a real bonding experience, huh?” she smiles and Jake nearly gets whiplash from her turn of attitude.

“You’re talking to me now?”

“The exercise is over,” she shrugs. “We need to concentrate. Want to go to the Hard Deck after dinner?”

“Uh, yeah sure.”

“Great, come by my room at seven.”

Later, when he shows up at her door he’s smiling but her eyes are icy.

“What’s–”

“You asked JJ about Henry? Why can’t you let things go and respect people’s privacy?”

“I’m only trying to understand!”

“Why?! Do you see anyone else bugging me about my past or my name? Is it because I’m younger than you that you think you can pick on me? Butt out!”

“I guess we’re not hanging out anymore tonight?”

“Not tonight or ever. Learn to respect people’s boundaries, Hangman.”

She slams her door in his face. He winced when she used his call sign name, how was he so close and yet still so far?

***

It’s been a week without them talking except for when they’re flying and y/n makes sure to keep a wide berth of Jake. It isn’t until Friday night that he attempts to talk to her again at the Hard Deck. He comes up to her with a bottle of her favorite cider and he pushes it in front of her so she angles her body.

“Hi,” he says brightly. “My name’s Jake Seresin, call sign is Hangman.” He holds out his hand in front of her.

“What are you doing?”

“Introducing myself the way I should have in the first place. What’s your name?”

“y/n y/l/n,” she smiles and takes his hand. “My call sign is Bright Eyes.”

“I can see why, you’ve got the brightest eyes I’ve ever seen,” his southern accent peeks out to add to his charming remark.

“Oh no! That was so cheesy!” she laughs.

“I mean it,” he squeezes her hand. He makes no move to let go and neither does she.

“You’re not wearing your service khakis,” she observes his normal clothes of a dark blue t-shirt and dark washed jeans.

“I only want one pair of eyes on me.”

“Back to back with the charm, huh?” She releases his hand and lifts up the bottle to press it to her lips as she takes a swallow.

“I wanted to ease my way into an apology. I know I cross lines but my intention is never to harm but I did anyway. I’m sorry I pushed and I can’t make any promises about not doing it again but I know you’ll call me out on it.”

“I definitely will. Thank you for the apology.”

“How about a game of pool?”

“I’m not that good,” she grimaces.

“I’ll go easy on you,” he smiles.

They’re playing pool but they’re not even hitting the proper balls, they’re basically doing practice shots. At one point, Jake even moves behind her with one hand on her waist and the other positioning her fingers just right on the tip of the cue stick. She could feel his body heat and smell his aftershave and it gave her butterflies in her stomach.

He helped her size up her shot.

“Now you want to glide it nice and easy over your fingers,” his voice is husky in her ear, his lips brush against her cheek.

As she moves the stick like a pendulum, his hand on her waist tightens the slightest amount. It causes her to hit the cue ball and it smacks into a green solid, they both fall into the pocket.

“That was good, but lighten up on the release,” he compliments and removes himself from her.

She stands up feeling the coolness from the absence of his body against hers, their eyes locked as he strutted around the table. His gaze was intense and her stomach flipped. While they play they find out more about each other with some very heavy flirting.

He excuses himself to use the bathroom but when he comes back some guy is standing too close to y/n against the window and Jake can see the discomfort in her face.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Jake asks with a dazzling smile. The guy looks at him with dark beady eyes, he’s clearly drunk off his ass.

“Talkin’ to this chick. ‘Scuse me,” the guy slurs and turns back to y/n. “Whadday say baby? Wanna show me a good time?”

“No thanks,” y/n tries to back away but then he grabs her wrist.

“Aand you’re done,” Jake says. He pries the guys fingers from her wrist and shoves him away so hard that he knocks over the other cue sticks in the stand. It brings attention to the rest of the bar and Jake locks eyes with Penny, he gives her a nod and she rings the bell hard.

Rooster and Coyote appear assessing the situation.

“What happened?” Rooster asks looking at y/n who’s staring wide eyed and unblinking at what she just witnessed.

“He grabbed her,” Jake says, the muscle in his jaw ticking.

Rooster purses his lips, nods to Coyote and the two of them lift the drunken asshole by his shoulders. The rest of the bar cheers as he’s carried out and tossed onto the sand. Jake turns to y/n and she’s absentmindedly rubbing at her wrist.

“Are you okay?” he asks, hovering his hands over hers. He doesn’t want to touch her unless she says it’s all right.

“Yeah,” she sniffs, then looks down at her wrist. “I think I’m going to bruise, his grip was surprisingly tight for being as drunk as he is.”

“Do you want to get outta here?”

“No,” she shakes her head and finally looks into his eyes. “He’s gone now. Thanks for pulling him off me.”

“My pleasure.”

***

Later in the evening, he walks her back to her room and he asks how her wrist is once they’re at her door. She holds it up for him to inspect, he holds her wrist delicately and rubs his thumb over the already light shade of blue bruise forming. He leans in and kisses the mark, her skin smells like some type of flower he can’t think of.

With his face still close to her wrist, he meets her eyes with his thumb still caressing her skin.

“Do you think you still want to kiss me?”

“It’s changing from ‘thinking’ to ‘knowing.’”

“How much? Scale of 1-10?”

She smiles and hums thinking it over. “Ummm…it went from a three to a seven.”

“Wow, four points. How’d I get that?” he cocks his head resulting in their faces becoming closer. He’s so close he can see that freckle near her eye.

“By not asking about my call sign again, shoving that guy off me and the two points are for doing this,” she nods to him still stroking her wrist.

“Okay. Once you’re at ten will you let me know?”

“Sure. Where am I on your scale?”

“It’s always been a ten, y/n,” he gives her a crooked smile.

The sound of her name in context like that makes her heart flutter and when his eyes flicker down to her lips her breath catches.

“Even when you hated me?”

“Even then.”

They stand there staring at each other, his hand still holding her wrist and it’s as if some magnetic pull or electric charge is pushing them together. He carefully brings his other hand up to cup her cheek, he rubs the apple of her cheek with his thumb.

“You’re inching to an eight,” she whispers.

His heart leaps and he shifts his face closer, tilting his head a slight bit more and he can feel her breath tickle his lips.

“Nine…”

He smiles then rubs his nose against hers.

“Nine and a half.”

“That only gets me a half a point?” he chuckles then brings the hand he’s using to rub her wrist to rest on his shoulder. Her palm flattens on his neck and she uses the slightest bit of pressure to bring his face closer to hers.

“It’s like G-LOC, you have to go slow before the impact.”

He’s about to ask her something else when the main entrance door opens and the incoming laughter from Rooster and Coyote approaching forces them apart. The spell they were both under left them dizzy and flustered.

“Oh hey,” Rooster greets them. “Are you okay after what happened with that guy, Bright Eyes?”

“I’m good, thanks for tossing him out.”

“No one messes with our own,” Coyote responds. “See you guys tomorrow for the football game.” He turns into his room which is right next to y/n’s.

“C’mon Hangman, we need a good night’s sleep if we’re gonna be at the beach all day,” Rooster claps his hands on Jake’s shoulders pushing him down the hall.

“I wasn’t done saying good night–”

“Hangman says good night, Bright Eyes. You get some sleep too!” Rooster calls over his shoulder.

y/n laughs as the two men shove each other playfully down the hall. Jake looks back at y/n in disappointment and she waves him off with a shrug. When she goes into her apartment and closes the door, she leans against it and takes deep breaths.

She and Jake almost kissed and now she’s going to have to endure seeing him shirtless and sweaty as they play football tomorrow. She’s not sure how long she can hold off.

***

y/n walks with Phoenix to the beach and she questions her about Hangman.

“We’re getting along,” y/n responds innocently with a shrug.

“Oh please. I saw you two playing pool together last night. You were one step away from having sex.”

“What?!” y/n shrieks as they step onto the sand. “That is not true!”

“Rooster and Coyote thought so too. Even Bob.”

y/n raises her brows at that. Bob is the least involved in the drama that arises with everyone but he is more on the silent side so maybe he sees more than he lets on.

“Caveman seems pretty pissed about it too,” Phoenix adds.

“Yeah…that doesn’t surprise me. JJ’s protective because of…something else that happened.”

“Look, I’m glad you and Hangman are getting along. Deep down I think he could be decent. But we also call him Hangman for a reason. He’s improved on his flying by not leaving you high and dry but I don’t know about his ground level.”

“I know. Thanks for being concerned, Nat.”

Their conversation is cut short because they’ve joined the rest of their group. Maverick and Hondo are holding bags and the guys are just standing around talking. She finds Jake immediately and he gives a wink over Payback’s shoulder.

“y/n we should talk–” JJ starts suddenly next to her but then Hondo blows his whistle and he steps away.

“All right, we’re gonna have some fun today so we’re playing flag football,” Maverick begins. “When I call your name, come and grab your blue flags. When Hondo calls you, you get a red flag.”

y/n and Jake are on opposite teams, she’s blue and he’s red. JJ is on Jake’s team and y/n notices him looking between Jake and y/n. Thankfully Jake still has his t-shirt on so she won’t be distracted.

“I won’t hold back on football,” Jake tells her as she’s putting on her flag belt. “I was quarterback in high school and a wide receiver at the Naval Academy.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she asks airily. “I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve though, Seresin.”

“Oh really? Then this shall be mighty interesting,” he gives her a lopsided grin making his dimple appear. “I’ve got some tricks, too darlin’.”

Then he yanks off his t-shirt in one fluid motion and tosses it into the sand. She rolls her eyes when he stretches his arms across his chest then shakes them at his sides to loosen up. He looks at her expectantly and she knows he’s waiting for her eyes to slide over his well defined chest and happy trail that disappears beneath his basketball shorts but she resists.

It’s taking all of her willpower to keep her eyes on his.

“You’re back to an eight.”

“What? How?”

“For being cocky.”

“Oh come on!” He laughs and she turns to join her team that consists of Rooster, Phoenix and Fanboy. JJ gives her a look from across the way that she pointedly ignores.

The game is well and fun and soon they’re all sweating under the sun. It’s not long until y/n removes her own t-shirt while they take a water break. She’s very aware of Jake’s eyes on her as she adjusts the cups and strings of her swimsuit top.

He tries not to look, or at least make it so obvious, but when he catches a peek of the underside of her breast his mind goes wild. He notices a bird tattoo on the back of her left shoulder and that makes him even crazier. She smiles sweetly at him as they set up for the next play and he grins because he knows she’s checking him out now by the way her eyes rake over his sweat-and-sand covered torso.

Or when he and Coyote celebrated a touchdown by doing a little dance, he saw her looking his way and he smirked at her.

It’s time for another play and they’re across from each other. Her eyes slide over his glistening muscles until landing on his eyes that are a lighter shade due to the bright blue sky and sun.

“You’re drooling, Bright Eyes,” he reaches over to try and wipe at her lip but she smacks his hand away.

“In your dreams, Seresin.”

“How’d you know I dream about you?” he smirks.

She rolls her eyes.

The ball is hiked and she runs past him to get the handoff of the ball from Phoenix. He whips around making a beeline for her. Everyone is shouting for her to keep running and his team is yelling for him to get her flags. He has longer legs than her so he catches up to her easily.

When he reaches for her flags and yanks, he doesn’t pay attention to their feet that somehow become entangled and they fall.

He twists his body and grips her hips so when they make impact, she lands on top of him and he gets the brunt of the fall. He grunts from the hardness of the sand and her knee that digs into his thigh. They’re both groaning and she lifts herself slightly off him, her hands are flat on his chest.

“This isn’t tackle,” she huffs, shifting to get off him completely.

“Hold on,” he groans and she freezes.

“Are you hurt?” she asks in concern because his eyes are still closed.

“No,” he shakes his head then peeks at her through his eyes. “Wanna enjoy you on top of me for a bit longer.”

“Oh my God!”

“You’ve said that in my dreams, too,” he smirks and he rubs the skin of her back with his thumbs.

“You’re unbelievable,” she shakes her head then scrambles off him.

“You’ve said that, too,” he repeats, pushing himself up from the sand.

“Give me my flags back, Hangman.”

“Are you two done flirting yet?” Phoenix asks with her hand over her eyes to shield from the sun.

“Yeah, let’s get back to it,” Rooster says, picking up the football.

Jake hands her back her flags and the game resumes play.

“I think saving you from that fall deserves two points,” he tells her when they’re situated across from each other again.

“That would put you at a ten, Sersin.”

“I know,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m all for a victory kiss.”

Hondo blows the whistle and the ball is hiked once more. This time, Jake ends up with the ball with y/n following behind.

“Ow! Ow my ankle!” she screeches.

He turns around immediately, ready to carry her to the hospital if he has to.

“What happened?” He bends down to examine her ankle.

y/n snatches the ball from his hands then darts away from him shouting, “Gotcha!” and runs to the end zone resulting in her team winning. They all jump on her in their victory and Jake stares on with his hands on his hips in disbelief. She looks over at him with a shit eating grin and a twinkle in her eye. Then she does something unexpected and blows him a kiss.

He catches it then presses his fist with her kiss right over his heart as if it will heal the loss he’s experiencing. When she’s done celebrating with her team she skips over to him.

“That was some tactic,” he stares down at her.

“Told you I had some tricks.”

“You forgot one minor detail.”

“What’s that?”

“I always retaliate.”

Before she can ask what he means, he lifts her over his shoulders and runs into the water. She’s screaming and laughing behind his back and he drops her into the water. When she resurfaces she barrels into him and because he knows she wants to make him fall in the water, he lets himself get knocked down.

Pretty soon, the rest of them come running in the water as well and a splash fight ensues.

***

After the day at the beach and dinner at the Hard Deck with some piano singing done by Rooster, y/n and Phoenix head back to base to shower.

“So,” Rooster sidles up to Jake by the dartboard. “What’s going on with you and Bright Eyes?”

“I don’t know,” Jake grins, spinning the dart between his fingers. “But it’s something.”

“Yeah we can all see that,” Rooster snorts. “Can barely stand being around you two.”

“Aw, you’ll find someone Rooster,” Jake pats his cheek affectionately.

Payback, Fanboy and Bob join them with drinks and to watch them play darts and talk. From the corner of his eye, Jake notices JJ is glaring at him from across the bar.

When the night is over they all head back to base and Jake’s on a mission to find y/n. His first stop is in the common area and he finds her asleep on one of the couches. She’s tucked into herself with a pillow clutched against her chest, her lips are pursed and look so damn kissable it pains him.

He checks his watch, it’s only eleven o’clock and she’s already asleep? Was she waiting up for him or did she fall asleep watching a movie with Phoenix and Phoenix just left her to sleep? He kneels down in front of her, hesitating before pressing his hand to her head and rubs at her hair.

“y/n,” he murmurs gently and her nose scrunches in her sleep. “Jesus, how adorable are you? Hey, y/n…wake up.”

He speaks a little louder and strokes his thumb over her forehead and she’s gasping awake. Her eyes fly open and she shoots up from her perch against the couch.

“Jake? ‘At time izzit? Am I late for drills?” she rushes out.

“No, no, it’s still nighttime. You fell asleep in the common area.”

She blinks at him a few times then looks around him assessing her surroundings. She sinks back on the couch realizing she didn’t oversleep.

“Oh. So what time is it?”

“A little after eleven,” he cocks his head to the side in endearment. He’s still rubbing her hair and she makes no move to stop him.

“Want me to walk you to your apartment?”

“Mhm,” she nods tiredly, removing the pillow from her chest.

He takes it from her tossing it to the other end of the couch and holds out his hands for her.

“Up you get Sleeping Beauty.”

“Shut up,” she grumbles but takes his hands anyway.

“What made you so tired?”

“Being outside all day,” she yawns and shivers from her sleepiness.

“Good thing we have Sundays off. You should rest up tomorrow.”

“That’s the plan. Big day on Monday, it’s the last exercise before Maverick chooses his team.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Yeah, but it’s also thrilling,” she smiles.

When they arrive at her door he leans against the door jamb watching her unlock and open it.

“Thrilling is an excellent word,” he says but he thinks it pairs along with their relationship.

Once she’s inside she keeps it open and moves to her couch. When she sits down she looks over at him expectantly.

“You can come in,” she says.

“Really?” He stands up straight from the door jamb.

“Yeah.”

He looks up and down the hall waiting for someone to pop out and say ‘just kidding!’ but when no one does, he steps inside and shuts the door. y/n folds her legs underneath her.

“Are you going to stand there the whole time?” she snickers, grabbing the remote and turns on her tv. She places a blanket over her lap.

“I–what’s happening exactly?” he motions between them.

“You told me to rest up and I do that by watching movies and sleeping. I thought you could join me if you wanted.”

“Oh! Well, all right then. But um…I’m still sandy and sweaty from earlier. Can I go shower, change, and come back?”

She gives him a cute smile.

“Is Hangman nervous to spend a night with a girl?” she teases.

“You’re not just a girl, y/n,” he says seriously. “I don’t want the offer to go away if I leave.”

“Jake, when you come back you’ll be at a 9.5.”

“Really?” his face brightens. “How?”

“Come back and I’ll tell you,” she smiles.

“I’ll be right back.”

He runs as fast as he can to his apartment, rushes through a shower and changes into sweats and an old NAVY shirt. He usually sleeps in just his boxers but he knows better to push his luck right now. He makes sure he has his phone then grabs his pillow and a blanket. He tries to hide his heavy breathing from rushing when he’s back at her place.

“Hi,” she smiles.

“Hi,” he glances at the tv. “The Goonies?”

“One of my favorites.”

“Mine too.”

She pats the space next to her and he settles on the couch adjusting his pillow and blanket.

“So,” he says once he’s situated, “how’d I go from an eight this afternoon to a 9.5?”

“Because I wanted to.”

They watched movies all night, commenting on the plot and actors. y/n falls asleep first at around three and Jake makes sure to turn the volume down so it doesn’t disturb her.

When he woke up they somehow managed to be laying even closer together, she was draped over his chest with her left hand resting over his heart. Her face was so close that if he leaned in a couple inches he would have been able to kiss her forehead.

He can’t believe they spent the night together and he also can’t believe how much he loves to watch her sleep. While he waits for her to wake up he selects some show to watch that he barely pays attention to. When she wakes up they make breakfast and watch more movies.

The more time they’re alone, the more vulnerable he feels and it’s a very thrilling sensation.

“How’s your wrist?” he asks while they’re lounging on the couch again. She’s laying across his chest again but twists her body so she’s facing him, her back to the tv.

She holds it up to his face. He touches the two small bruises with the pads of his fingers.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

He runs his fingers over them once more then intertwines their fingers together so they’re holding hands. Their arms are twisted together and he rests their conjoined hands on his chest, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of her hand.

“I like this side of you.”

“What side?” He smiles leaning his head back on the couch.

“This nice and soft side.”

“This is Jake. Hangman can’t be nice and soft.”

“I’ve seen it in both.”

“Guess you’re the only exception.”

He likes how she blushes at that.

Before they both know it, he’s got to head back to his apartment before anyone sees. They both need to take an early night because of the last drill tomorrow.

“Thanks for having me over.”

“Thanks for the company. See you tomorrow,” she rises on her toes to give him a hug.

He’s a little delayed in hugging her back because he wasn’t expecting it. He holds her close and breathes her in.

“9.6 now,” she whispers and kisses his cheek.

He feels her kiss all night.

***

After the last drill they’re all standing in wait for Maverick to announce who’s joining him on this mission. y/n’s nerves are settling in, it’s a mixture of excitement to go and fear that she won’t. Thinking of Jake makes it even harder because her feelings are definitely growing. Maverick enters the room and they all stand to attention.

“You’ve all done exceptionally well. Your skills have become even more perfect but because of the dynamics of this mission, I had to pick those I thought would be daring and quick. It’s instinctual, intuitive. All of you are incredible pilots and I’m honored to fly with you.

“Flying with me will be Payback and Fanboy. The second team will be Bright Eyes and Hangman as team leader. We leave at 6:00 am for the carrier. Phoenix and Bob you will be on standby. Get some rest and we’ll see you in the morning.”

y/n’s stomach plummets. Has she actually earned this? She’s thrilled to go, she’s worked so hard but now with Jake flying too…will she be able to concentrate? Will she have flashbacks? She doesn’t have time to dwell on her thoughts for long because she’s being congratulated by everybody else.

Except JJ who she watches stalk towards Jake and punches him in the face.

There’s a rush of people breaking them apart as JJ tries to swing again and Jake tries to retaliate back but y/n is too stunned to speak or move.

“What the hell?” Jake thunders still trying to get at JJ.

“I saw you leave y/n’s last night. You screwed her and you’re going to screw her over on this mission!”

“What are you talking about?” y/n snapped at him when she heard that. “Nothing happened, but it’s not your business anyway, Caveman.”

“You aren’t ready for this, y/n,” JJ approaches her and holds onto her shoulders. “I know you’re not. It’s too soon.”

“You’re out of line,” Jake says.

“y/n has earned this, her flying is impeccable,” Phoenix cuts in. “She’s tactical and anticipates everything.”

“JJ–” y/n starts.

“I already lost Henry, I can’t lose you, too,” JJ begs and y/n breathes in deeply. “And Hangman? Really y/n?”

“What exactly is your problem with me, Caveman?” Jake thunders.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Caveman,” y/n responds slowly and exits the room. She’s filled with all sorts of doubt now.

She’s not surprised when Jake is calling for her and he grabs onto her wrist turning her to face him. His cheek is red from where JJ hit him.

“Is there something going on between you and Caveman?” he heaves and she can see the hurt in his eyes even though he tries to hide it.

“No, of course not,” she shakes her head and he relaxes a little. “But he’s right. I’m not ready for this.”

“No, you are ready for this. You’ve been the best flier this whole time we’ve been training. You’re quick to react.”

“No, it’s too soon…I need to talk to Maverick–”

“Hey, hey,” he grabs her hand when she turns away. “Talk to me, what is this all about?”

Tears well in her eyes and that damn near breaks his heart.

“I can’t tell you here.”

“Then let’s go somewhere else.”

“No, I–I need to be alone for a while. I need to think. Come by my apartment in two hours, okay?”

She runs off before he can get another word in and he’s left in confusion. He touches the space below his eye and winces, Caveman packs a solid punch.

***

Two hours later Jake knocks on her door. She opens it then gasps when she sees the red swollen bruise on his face.

“I’ve got quite the shiner,” he smirks but it’s strained because of the bruise.

“Come in, have you put ice on it?” she asks moving to her fridge. She takes out an icepak.

“No, I’ve been worrying about you.”

Her motions still as she’s wrapping a towel around the pak.

“Let’s sit down,” she motions to the couch. She places the ice pak on his eye once they are on the couch and he hisses at the impact.

He replaces her hand with his to hold it to his face, his green eyes are full of questions. She takes a deep breath.

“JJ doesn’t think I’m ready because of Henry. Henry was his best friend since elementary school and they decided to join the Navy together. Then I met them at the Academy. His call sign was Condor. We became friends and then feelings formed. He’s the one who gave me the call sign of Bright Eyes because he said that when I looked at him, my eyes were always so bright.

“And I thought it was special because that’s what my Grandpa called me and he didn’t even know that. We were crazy about each other. Then we were doing an exercise that would result in one of us going on our very first mission. I ended up beating him but it was by pure luck. I didn’t feel ready but he kept telling me I deserved it.

“I didn’t feel right about it so I went to Captain Salvatore to set it straight. So, I told him what happened and that Henry should be the one to go, not me. He admired my honesty and complimented me on my flying and that I do deserve it. But I was adamant that I shouldn’t be on a mission I didn’t earn. Before Henry left, he told me he wanted to marry me. And then,” she takes in a deep breath, her eyes falling to her hands in her lap.

“He went and I was on standby to help if needed. Things were going well and then three more enemies came out of nowhere. He tried to handle them all but couldn’t and the other team that was flying with him were all out of ammunition. His engines were hit and he still kept fighting. When he couldn’t eject, the levers wouldn’t pull. I think it was too much damage that the wires got burned. The last thing I heard was him saying my name and then…nothing.”

She covers her face as she cries and Jake hugs her to his chest, he drops the pak behind her on the couch. She cries on his shoulder and focuses on his breathing until she calms down. When she pulls back he wipes her tears.

“JJ and I were devastated. He tells me it’s not my fault but it is. It should have been me but I forced him to go and I told JJ I won’t date another pilot. I can’t go through that again and I can’t put someone else through that either.”

Jake cradles her face between his hands so she’s forced to look at him, his eyes are soft.

“y/n, it is not your fault what happened to Henry. He was outnumbered and I bet he fought as hard as he could to get back to you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’d fight my damndest to come back to you. And I will make damn sure you and I both come home tomorrow. You’ve earned this spot, y/n. I know it, Maverick knows it and Caveman knows it but he doesn’t want to lose you. He only wants you safe.”

“But Jake…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happens to you.”

“Nothing will happen to me, sweetheart,” he smiles. “I’m a damn good pilot, remember?”

She lets out a watery laugh and wipes away more tears that have fallen. She stares at him then brings her hand to his bruised cheek.

“I’m sorry JJ punched you.”

“I get why he did it now. I’d probably do the same if I was in his shoes.”

“Jake?”

“Hm?” he hums closing his eyes and rests his cheek against her palm.

“You’re at a ten.”

His eyes flash open and it takes him a second for what she said to sink in. When it does, he wastes no time in pressing his lips to hers. A jolt goes through the both of them, their kiss is desperate and full of wanting and longing. His fingers shift into her hair, his tongue traces her bottom lip before she opens her mouth.

She moans when their tongues meet, her hands are rubbing at his neck and shoulders then rises on her knees so she can get more of him. He removes his hands from her hair, dropping them to the backs of her thighs so he can swing her onto his lap. She molds perfectly against him, her hips shifting over his.

He groans and breaks their kiss.

“My willpower is hanging by a very thin thread,” he pants sliding his hands to her ass. Her fingers are caressing all over his face and into his hair, being mindful of the cheek that is bruised. “But if you tell me you don’t want to go further…I’ll leave right now.”

“No, I don’t want you to leave,” she knocks her forehead on his.

“What do you want?” He tilts his head forward so he can peck her lips.

“I want you,” her nails scratch at his unbruised cheek and she rolls her hips on him again.

“God, I want you too,” he huffs and kisses her again.

They’re panting heavily in each other’s mouths, hands exploring and hips meeting hips before he rises from the couch. She squeals and squeezes his biceps so she doesn’t fall backwards.

“I got you baby,” he murmurs, moving them towards her bedroom.

The setting sun is glowing through the blinds so he can see where he’s going and doesn’t risk tripping. With their lips still connected, he sets her down on her bed gently. She scoots to the center of it pulling him with her by the collar of his shirt. He crawls over her, straddling her between his legs and her hands are frantic as she scurries to get his shirt off.

Their lips smack apart so he can remove it, he tosses it somewhere behind him. When he goes in to kiss her again, he pauses because her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as her eyes–and hands–rake over his chest. Her touch is light on his muscles, her thumb circles around his belly button then dips below the waistband of his shorts. He sucks in a breath when her nails tickle his skin, she’s so close to touching him where he’s only dreamed about.

“You’re so…” she shakes her head and groans when she drags her hands up his stomach again. Her eyes follow her motions until her fingers interlock behind his neck and she sees the hungry desperation in his eyes that she’s sure is mirroring hers.

“What?”

“Perfect,” she whispers.

And then he’s kissing her again, his arm pulling her to him by her back, his grip is hot and tight and she needs to be closer. She sits up a little forcing him back so she can remove her own shirt. He watches silently and her heart is hammering in her chest when his eyes rake over her naked chest.

Jake cups her left breast in his hand, gives her a look and then attaches his lip to her nipple. She sighs at the feeling and falls back against her pillows. His tongue swirls and flicks in perfect precision but when his teeth nip at the bud, that’s when she whimpers. Her fingers fly into his hair and he shifts to the next breast, she opens her eyes to watch as his mouth suctions on her breast. She moans again and he groans at the sound.

He moves his lips down her stomach, his tongue licking along the waistline of her cotton shorts and his eyes glance up at her. His fingers slip beneath the waistline and her hips lift off the bed so he can remove them and her underwear. He tosses those somewhere behind him as well and slides down the bed so he’s at her center.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted a taste of you,” he exhales spreading her legs up and open so he’s in the middle of them. He looks up at her. “May I?”

“Mhm, yes,” she nods frantically and he smiles.

His arms wrap around her thighs, his fingers holding a firm grip as he hovers his lips over the inside of her thighs in a teasing manner. His nose nudges at her pussy lips and he spreads her open with a wide swipe of his tongue. She sighs at the warm sensation and he smiles. He uses his nose again then attaches his whole mouth to her, his tongue skilled and precise as he licks through her folds.

The sounds he’s making are sinful and pleasing to her ears and when he gets to a certain spot, her fingers fly to his hair to keep him there.

“Right there,” she whimpers. He removes one hand from her thigh so he can slip in a finger, he’s slow and tactical as he works his finger into his knuckle. “Shit!.”

His mouth and finger work in tandem, gliding in and out so effortlessly. It’s when he hooks his finger deep inside her and rubs is when she loses it. She’s moaning and whimpering as he continues to work her over. He hums and the vibrations roll up her body and into her stomach where she feels her release approaching. His tongue and lips work furiously to get her to her peak.

“Come for me baby, I know you’re almost there,” he huffs. “C’mon.”

She’s breathing heavily, one hand fisting the sheet while the other holds onto his hair. She yanks and pulls as her body folds over and her sweet orgasm warms her whole body. She’s moaning his name and other incoherent words but she doesn’t care, she chases the feeling he’s giving her.

When her stomach recoils and she falls back against her pillows, he slows his ministrations and slowly pulls his finger out. He gives her pussy one last lick then lifts his head. y/n looks at him through bleary eyes, his hair is mussed and his chin is glistening with her orgasm. His green eyes are dark as he holds her gaze and licks her off his finger.

“How was that?” he asks.

“So good,” she pants, “so, so good.”

He smiles and crawls his way back over her, she welcomes him on top with her legs around him and his tongue swiping inside her mouth. She can taste the tanginess of her in his mouth and it makes her hips buck. She works on pushing his shorts down and he kicks them off, his cock is warm and hard against her thigh.

“Ohh,” she moans feeling him press against her.

“Want me to fill you up, darlin’?” he peppers kisses along her jaw and below her ear and she holds him close.

“Please, yes, Jake,” she says and nips at his ear lobe.

“D’you have a condom?” he gives a hard suck to her neck.

“Drawer. Bedside table.”

He stretches his body over to open the drawer. While he’s ruffling inside to find a box or a condom by itself, y/n is biting at his shoulder and strokes his cock in her hand. He flinches at the contact and finally finds the condom. He tears it open with his teeth then leans back so he can roll it on.

They fall back to her pillows together, his arms caging her in. she touches his bruised cheek gently and he situates himself between her legs. Her hand slips between their bodies until she grabs his shaft and guides him in. When his tip nudges between her folds and adds the slightest pressure of pushing inside, she gasps.

“Okay?” he asks stilling his hips.

“Mhm, just takes a minute, that’s all,” she smiles.

They work together until he’s fully sheathed inside, her pussy lips quiver and clench around him in adjustment and he begins to rock. Her hands find his hair, her breathing is ragged as he fucks in and out of her slowly. It builds the climax even more by going slow, their gazes never leaving each other because this could very well be their one and only time together before the mission.

y/n places her hands on the lower part of his back.

“Faster,” she sighs.

He shifts his body so the back of her thighs are on top of his, it gives him more leverage to thrust in a quicker pace. Her mouth opens at the new position and the quick snap of his hips against hers. He’s hitting in the right space, faster and faster until she’s clenching him again and she feels her body heat up. Her stomach coils and when she comes again, she drags his mouth over hers to hide the loud moan she exudes. Their bodies rock and knock together until he’s coming as well, he buries his face in her neck and she laughs lightly in his ear.

“Wow,” she breathes, fingers playing in his hair and exploring the muscles in his back.

They lay there for a while, letting their pulses slow to a regular beat again. Once they do, they curl up in each other’s arms and watch as the sun disappears on the wall.

“Thanks for telling me about Henry,” he kisses her head.

“Thanks for waiting.”

***

They're silent as they get ready in the morning to go on the carrier. To save time, they shower together and it’s intimate as they wash each other off.

“I’ve got you up there, no matter what, all right?” he tells her before they leave her door.

“I know. I do too,” she says.

He bends down and gives her one final kiss before they have to act professional in front of everybody else.

Once at the carrier, they’re debriefed on the mission once more, reiterating how dogfighting is going to be imminent upon takeoff. Maverick is good at letting them know where the next ones are coming in on, and y/n notices two are tailing Hangman. She flies near him and sets her missiles on them accordingly, one of them lets smoke in the air fly but she won’t give up.

Maverick circles back in assistance and they both shoot the enemy down. It’s a long and hard fight, with all of them rescuing each other at least twice.

“Bright Eyes, there’s one coming right at you, I’m on my way,” Hangman says.

y/n tries to find it but she’s blocked by the sun, then Hangman is next to her and motions her to pull back. She does and he zooms in front of her with Maverick on her left and they both shoot the Mig down. They’re all cheering over the radio and Cyclone orders them to fly back to the carrier.

Once they’re all landed, Jake runs towards her jet and helps her down so he can remove her helmet and give her a long, hard kiss. There’s some whistles and catcalls from their team but they don’t care.

“I almost thought I was a goner at one point,” he tells her.

“Me too,” she says. “I’ve always got your six, Hangman.”

“And I’ll be your wingman anytime, Bright Eyes,” he grins. “I’ll do anything to see those shining eyes.”

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Trick or treat: Vampire! Hangman. Because just yes yes yes

“Oh, come on sweetheart. You’re delicious in more ways than one.”

trick or treat!

this post is 18+, minors dni. cw period sex with a vampire

"C'mon, darlin'," He pleads, face already burrowed into the cotton of your panties, "Please? I swear it'll help the both of us! I'll make you feel good, 'n take away some of those cramps," He promises, his large hands sliding up your thighs and gently massaging the flesh there. He inhales, nose pressed hard into your clit beneath your panties, "And I'll get to feed."

The shaky exhale that leaves him reminds you of just how starved he's been lately. Feeding off of you isn't easy, he has to ration himself so that he doesn't drain you out of pure excitement. The last time he'd fed was weeks ago, and the red in his eyes is starting to show through again.

“Oh, come on sweetheart," He begs, voice weak against your core, "You’re delicious in more ways than one.”

You suppose it couldn't hurt; after all, it's not like he'd have to bite you to drink your blood this time. It's pooling between your thighs of your body's own doing, and you're sure the smell is torture for him.

"Okay," You reach down, smoothing a hand through his hair. He's already eagerly tugging at the leg hole of your panties when you curl your fingers into his hair, "But no teeth!"

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punishereditz · 2 months

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Before Bed

Pairing: Jake Seresin x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut. Dom!Jake. Teasing. Edging. Blowjob. Mouth fuck. Gagging. Lots of dirty talk. Praise kink.

AN: Haven't posted a hangman story in a hot minute, so here's pure smut for y'all.

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You took teasing a little too far.

You had your head rested on his lap. Your hands holding his hips. You glanced up at him. At his ruffled messy hair. His veiny hands holding a book. Then down to his soft abs. That beautiful tanned, freckled skin and that v -line that disappears into his grey sweatpants.

He looked so damn good. He was just simply reading before bed, but you couldn't help having vile thoughts of him. Especially since your face was just inches from his cock that you wanted you so badly. You couldn't help yourself anymore. Your hands slowly inched up his side. Your fingers moving slowly over his smooth, hot skin. Then moving down to the waistband of his pants. Gently running your fingers at them before you continued your travels over his body.

Your finger tracing his muscles. It was simply, but it was enough to make Jake take a deep breath and look down at you. But he returned his eyes to his book. Acting unbothered but you knew he was bothered. You could tell by the change in the movement of his chest. So, you continued, but decided to take it just a small step further. You moved your hand down his stomach and to his thigh. Gently rubbing it. You allowed your hand to brush against the tip of his cock. Then you moved your hand back up to his stomach. Not allowing him to have more just yet. And he knew exactly what you were doing. He was biting at his lip, trying to control his breathing, even as your hand moved up and down his body. Your thumb occasionally brushing against his dick.

After doing that for a while, you took the tip of your finger, and you lightly moved it up and down his cock. Making a shiver run down his spine. He peeped his eyes past the book. Looking down at you on his lap. Your soft expression as your eyes were on your finger. Acting as if this was the most casual thing ever and you weren't purposely trying to get to him. And you were, because his cock twitched against you, and you had to bite back a grin. Enjoying every second of this. But you thought of something you would enjoy even more. So, you laced your hands in the waistband of his pants. Raising up, you looked up at him with lustful eyes and he finally put the book down. Looking into your eyes as you pulled his pants down. His throbbing cock free.

You leaned down and placed gentle kisses up his dick until you gently kissed the tip of it. Tasting his pre-cum. You didn't take him into your mouth just yet. Instead, you kept kissing his cock. Kissing the sides, the tip. Then you licked up his cock. Earning a soft moan from him and his cock twitching again. You wrapped your hand around it. Kissing the tip of it and starting to lick the tip. Slowly moving your hand up and down. And as you did, you took the tip into your mouth. Gently sucking at it. You matched the movements of your mouth with the movements of your hand. Slowly sucking his cock. His eyes rolling in the back of his head and his hands moving down to your head. Grabbing your hair and holding it back for you. Looking down at you with him in your mouth.

It was the most beautiful sight to him. His climax was slowly building even more. So turned on by you. Becoming even worse when you started pushing your head down a little further. Taking more of his cock into your mouth and speeding up your movements. "Oh fuck. That's it." He groaned in pleasure, and he kept his eyes down on you. Watching as your head bobbed up and down. His climax starting to get closer, but he tried to hold off. He was enjoying this too much and he wanted this to last for as long as possible. He could have you like this forever. In between his legs, sucking his dick. He didn't think it could get better, but it did when you pushed your head down further. Taking as much of his cock as you could. His cock throbbing in your mouth as you had him deep in your throat. It was starting to become too much for him.

"I'm so close." He mumbled. His eyes closed in pleasure and his hand gripping your hair. You started to slow the movement down. Then you took him out of your mouth and pulled his pants up. Laying your head back down. Leaving him high and dry. He groaned in frustration and put a hand over his face. He wasn't about to have this. He raised up. Moving around you, he stood at the edge of the bed and grabbed your ankles. Snatching you to the edge of the bed. He pushed you down on your knees and he took his cock out. Pushing it into your mouth. He held the back of your head as he thrusted his cock deep in your throat. "You know better than that sweetheart." He spoke as he started to fuck your mouth. His cock twitching as he pushed your head down. Making you take all of his big cock.

"Is this what you wanted? You want me fucking your mouth?" He slightly tilted his head to the side as he looked down at you. Pushing your head back and thrusting his hips even more. Making sure you had all of his cock. "Hmm? You like me using that pretty little mouth? You like when I fuck you like the slut you are?" He kept his thrust hard and fast. His grip on your hair tight. Your eyes were watering. Gagging on his cock. Spit spilling out of your mouth. A pool of wetness in your underwear. Your pussy throbbing as you were getting more and more turned on.

The more he talked and the more he used your mouth, the more wet you got. You loved the feeling of his cock deep in you. Feeling it throb in the back of your throat. Seeing the veins in his neck pop and him struggling to contain his noises. He thrusted as deep as he could in your throat, and he stayed still. Keeping his cock just like that in your mouth. Taking a moment to just feel your mouth. Gagging on him. Tears in your eyes. "That's it. Such a good little slut for me." He spoke and he started his thrust up again. This time not so fast, but still so deep. He was so, so close to coming. "Be a good girl, use that mouth for me. Use your hands." He instructed you and you did as you were told. You pushed your head down in a fast past on his cock. Trying to take all of him.

Your hands gently massaging his balls and that was enough for him. His climax was hitting him. His cock throbbed and twitched as he pushed your head against him. His come shooting down your throat. The hot, salty come filling your mouth up. He kept your head there just like that for a long moment. Then he slowly pulled out. Looking down at you and giving you a smile.

"You were such a good girl for me."

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Hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3

Xoxo

thank you for reading <3

there's something rooted deeply in your body that tells you crying is something to feel shameful about.

in your mind, you know it's not true- there's nothing shameful in being able to let your emotions out. but when you've been left to cry alone, it can get warped and the divide between your head and what your body feels is a lot to bridge.

you didn't expect jake to return from flight training so early.

you're sobbing on the bed, eyes swollen and puffy as your tears soak your pillow.

jake stumbles through your home on edge till he finds you. "suga'," he coos, boots and flight suit pulled off in record time as he comes to lay beside you.

"jake," you gasp, turning away from him as he gets close to you. "sorry," you whisper and your southern boyfriend frowns.

"for what?" he tries to lift your chin, but you keep it tucked protectively to your chest.

"crying." your voice is clogged with tears, head pounding as you withhold some of them.

"ain't nothing to be sorry for." jake says, drawing your body back into his as you remain faced away from him. "if you need t'cry, you cry suga. i ain't stopping you."

"really?" jake feels his heart break for the little you that had to cry on your own. he feels the splinters in his heart at your insecurity about it.

"look at me," he implores, voice calm and steady. you turn slowly, building up the courage to look at him. when you do he gives you a little smile.

"you don't have to feel any shame for crying. it's okay to cry and have other people see you cry; i promise."

you give him a messy nod and jake presses kisses to your sticky cheeks, holding you till all the tears are dry and you're yawning on his chest.

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Just Friends

Rating: M | This is smut, minors, DNI! No one under 18!

Summary: Everyone seems to think you’re Jake Seresin’s girl. It’s easier than explaining to them that you’re just friends with benefits. But that arrangement doesn’t seem to be working for either of you anymore. | Ft. “No, you idiot. I’m in love with you.” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” requested by anonymous and “You matter to me, you asshole.” + “I think you were put on this earth for the sole purpose of being a pain my ass.” requested by @dreamlandcreations

Warnings: Miscommunication, idiots FWB to lovers, fear of unrequited feelings, jealous!Jake, therapist Bradley, unprotected PinV. (I think that’s it but let me know and I’ll tag anything else)

Pairing: Hangman x fem!Reader

Word Count: 9.3k (....sorry)

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The Hard Deck was, as it always seemed to be on Friday nights, packed to the rafters. A sea of khaki greeted you the moment you stepped inside with Jake following close behind but, for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t dressed to match. Instead, he’d opted for a pair of jeans, a button-down you’d stolen on more than one occasion, and boots that had seen better days - though he had to be talked out of the cowboy hat, less to protect him from ridicule and more to protect your sanity. However, he still managed to blend into the crowd as you weaved your way through to the bar.

Jake remained close, as he always did, and kept a hand on the small of your back as he nodded his greeting to the handful of familiar faces he came across. The heat from his body bled through the thin material of his shirt - he always seemed to run hotter than the average, warm to the touch on even the coldest of days - and you could feel it warming your skin as he took a half-step closer to allow someone to pass.

Only one stool remained at the bar, the others occupied with the beginning of the night’s rush, and Jake pulled it out for you with a wink and a grin when you squeezed his bicep in thanks.

“Are there more people than usual or have I just not been in in a while?”

The question went unheard by those sitting closest to you, drowned out by the noise of a group cheering in the corner, but he heard you clearly. He leaned in, breath fanning over your neck - the scent of mint gum and that woodsy cologne filling your nose, sending a shiver down your spine that you worked to repress lest he notice - as he laughed quietly. “See, sweets, this is what happens when you avoid going out with me,” he teased, grinning when you rolled your eyes.

Avoiding Jake Seresin was the last thing on your mind. If anything, you’d gotten into a bad habit of altering plans just to spend more time with him and he knew that. Still, you huffed petulantly and shifted to lean against the bar. “If you want to blame anyone, blame my boss.”

Jake waved a hand, teasing, dismissive, and shook his head as he met your gaze. There was an easy amusement in his eyes, dancing across the sharp planes of his face, and you forced yourself to draw in even breaths even as you felt your heart rate skyrocket. “Excuses, excuses,” he drawled, biting back a laugh when you rolled your eyes at him, now second nature, regardless of how difficult it still was to think with his full attention on you. “But I’ll let you have it. Tonight, anyway.”

“How generous of you, Hangman.” It was deadpan, a stoic jab he’d heard a thousand times over, but you couldn’t help yourself as you raised a teasing brow. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a damn saint?”

Another laugh, this one a little louder and drawing the attention of a handful of nearby service members, escaped Jake as he shifted his hand to squeeze your side. The heat of his palm bled through the thin material of your top, sank into your skin and branded his touch into your memory, but you refused to dwell as you focused on his reply. “What can I say, sugar? I’m a giver.”

Despite his reputation - narcissistic, selfish asshole - Jake was, indeed, a giver. He prided himself on giving just as good as he got, if not better, and you were grateful to be on the receiving end. Still, the innuendo made your face heat and had you glancing over your shoulder, just to see if anyone had heard.

With another roll of your eyes, you nudged his side but said nothing. There were moments Jake flustered you silent, struck you quiet with a quick retort, and the thought of his selflessness - in the form of that handsome face pressed between your thighs - had you ducking your head as Jake laughed. He shifted closer, trying to move out of the way, and you sighed quietly as you spared a glance around the bar.

There was no question what you and Jake looked like to anyone who glanced your way - to the table of women who’d clocked Jake the moment he stepped through the door, the group clad in flight suits who’d eyed you as you crossed the room - or anyone who overheard a snippet of your conversation.

The protective hand he kept on you, snug at the small of your back; the way he lingered at your side, body angled toward you, rather than toward the crowd; the way he tipped his head down, pressing himself even closer in an effort to hear you over the din of the bar - the implication was clear. You looked like any other couple, out for a night of drinks with friends, and you only wished it were that simple.

Nothing ever was, especially not when it came to Jake, so you refused to allow yourself to dwell on that thought. You’d resigned yourself to your fate - doomed to be little more than friends with benefits, comfortable with casual intimacy until you began to consider your feelings - and figured Jake didn’t give your situation any thought at all.

Pulling you out of your distraction, Jake nudged your side and tipped his head toward the pool tables in the corner.

Spotting the rest of the group was always easy - they rarely strayed far from the pool tables by the windows, usually busying themselves with a game as they decompressed - and you returned their greetings with a grin and a wave of your own.

Penny, who was manning the bar alone for the time being, shot you both a smile as she placed the same bottle of beer Jake usually ordered on the counter in front of you. It would be a few minutes before she made her way to you, if the crowd was any indication, and you could feel Jake shifting at your side.

This wasn’t the first time you’d accompanied him to the Hard Deck - you ended up by Jake’s side in the little bar more often than you cared to admit - and had a routine. “I’ll be fine, Jake,” you assured him, laughing as you caught him glancing at the pool table. You turned just in time to see Javy tip his head in invitation, urging Jake to join him in a game against another set of pilots, and nudged his side. “Go ahead. I’m gonna get a drink and people watch. I’ll make my way over eventually.”

Just as he always did, Jake eyed you for a moment, clearly debating being chivalrous. He would offer to remain by your side, wait with you for Penny to make your drink, and guide you over to the pool table to hang out with the others, but you always nudged him away.

When you cut your eyes at him, he relented. “Alright,” he acquiesced, lifting his hands in mock defeat, though he still managed to grin. “I’m going. You need me, you know where to find me.” When you nodded, acknowledging the same declaration he gave every time, he turned his attention to Penny. “Penny, m’dear, her drinks are on me.” She knew that by now - had been given the same instruction at least every other Friday for nearly a year - but still nodded, acknowledging Jake’s insistence.

With that, Jake nodded and squeezed your side gently before heading for the group.

From the bar, you were able to catch sight of the group as he approached and laughed as Rooster pointed at the boots Jake wore with raised brows. Through the din, you weren’t able to make out the comment but knowing the pair, you figured it was a dig at Jake’s fashion sense. True to your assumption, the pair began to trade good-natured jabs and you shook your head as you turned your attention elsewhere.

In the beginning, when Jake first invited you to join him at the Hard Deck - back when you could confidently tell the others that you were just friends, back when you believed that yourself - finding your place amongst the crowd seemed next to impossible.

The bar, once overwhelming and far too busy for someone used to less populated divers, was now familiar. Many of the faces were now ones you knew, ones you’d seen a dozen times over, and most of them would even greet you alongside Jake now. You often marveled at how quickly it seemed to become something akin to a home base, beloved and revered and a highlight of your week, but the thought never lasted longer than a moment. The Hard Deck was part of your life now, just as Jake was, and you weren’t one to question it.

Questions, in general, weren’t asked outright.

Though people stopped to speak with you occasionally, no one ever asked about your relationship status - no one outside of the group of friends Jake managed to make, anyway - and no one needed to. Just friends or not, it was clear to anyone who glanced your way that you were Jake Seresin’s girl.

Knowing that everyone saw you as Jake’s girl eased some of the weight pressing on your chest. It made it a little easier to breathe, made you feel a little more secure as you sat at the bar, but that feeling never lasted very long. It didn’t matter much what everyone else thought, not when you knew different. You weren’t his girl, not really, and that hurt more than you cared to admit.

The little moments, hallmarks of a relationship, were the ones that got you the most.

Jake had no problem placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd or throwing an arm over your shoulders in a brief greeting when you joined him near the pool table, but that was as far as PDA went.

Not being able to wander over to him, press a kiss to his shoulder, his jaw, the corner of his mouth as he stood with a pool cue and a beer in hand; not being able to warp your arms around his waist and lean fully into him, lose yourself in the weight of his arm wrapped around your shoulders or the feel of his hand in yours; not being able to love him in the way you so desperately wanted, eager to show him just how deeply you cared, made your chest ache in a way that was growing all too familiar.

It was growing all too difficult to keep up with the charade. Pretending that you were fine with the arrangement you made before you really got to know Jake - before you fell in love with him - seemed to be getting harder by the day but there wasn’t much you could say without losing him entirely.

And when it came to Jake, you were used to being halfway happy.

There would come a time when halfway happy wasn’t enough, you knew that. But you hadn’t figured out how to live a life without him yet. The vast majority of your free time was spent with him - tucked into his sheets, his body between your thighs; lying on your couch, watching some shitty movie in one of his t-shirts as he lounged in sweats; sitting on the beach, sand covering your entire body and crashing of waves replacing the sound of his soft moans in your ears - and you knew that life without him would be an adjustment.

For now, however, you refused to dwell on what that might look like.

However, as hard as you tried to brush that thought away - the thought that one day, maybe soon, you’d be forced to live a life without Jake Seresin in it - it continued to plague you as you sat at the bar. The crowd shifted around you and you watched, eyes skimming the crowd but not truly seeing, as service members came and went.

The seat beside you had been empty for a while but you really only noticed when a new body filled the void to your right and knocked a knee into yours.

Bradley Bradshaw smiled at you, that soft half-smile he used when he wasn’t quite sure how to approach, before glancing at Penny and raising a hand for her to bring him another beer. When the bottle was placed in front of him, he turned back to you.

“Long time no see,” he began, smile growing a touch more real when you met his eyes. “Where’s Hangman been hiding you?”

A scoff, practiced and easy - hopefully enough to hide the dark cloud that had formed above your head - escaped before you took a sip from your now watered-down drink. “He wishes it was that easy to get rid of me,” you joked, smiling slightly when Bradley laughed. “I’ve just been busy. Work’s been kind of insane.”

Bradley hummed thoughtfully, considering your statement, before taking a sip of his beer. “Explains why Hangman’s been more annoying than usual lately.” The comment was teasing, a jab you’d heard more than once - most of the Dagger Squad claimed that Jake was more manageable with you around - but Bradley gave you no time to dismiss the thought as he continued, “Glad you were able to get out tonight, though.”

The group had been nothing but kind to you, welcoming in a way you hadn’t expected, and your smile grew a little wider as you nodded. “Yeah,” you agreed readily, “me, too.” Even if you’d driven yourself to distraction, thinking about what may never be, you were truly happy to be back at the Hard Deck. Still, you decided to shift the conversation to Bradley. “How’re you? I’ve heard this first class is… challenging.”

Jake didn’t speak of work often but he’d taken to venting some of his frustration with you, occasionally sharing his annoyance as you lounged in your living room, and you knew that their first class of Top Gun recruits was not the cakewalk they’d imagined. Bradley’s wince seemed to confirm Jake’s assessment.

“I know I wasn’t a saint when I was going through it,” he began, sparing a glance over his shoulder at a group of pilots in the corner, “but I don’t think I was ever that cocky.”

“I’m willing to bet Jake was.”

If the comment surprised Bradley, he didn’t let it show. Instead, he laughed and nodded his agreement easily. “Yeah, he was. Hasn’t changed much, either,” he pointed out, eying him where he stood near the dartboard with Coyote. You knew that it wasn’t exactly a negative observation - Jake and Bradley had grown to be friends, truly fond of one another, despite their differences - and smiled as he returned his attention to you. “Some of these kids are going to give him a run for his money, though.”

“Another Hangman? Yikes. How will the Navy survive?”

Bradley hid his grin behind his beer as he shrugged. “We may never know.”

The conversation tapered off then, a comfortable silence falling over the pair of you as the crowd continued to thrive around you. As Bradley turned his attention to the group of friends he’d wandered away from, you spared a glance at Jake. He hadn’t seemed to notice your new companion yet - or didn’t care enough to glance your way - and the thought made you sigh before returning your attention to Bradley.

It was no secret that Bradley Bradshaw was beautiful. His beauty was different than Jake’s - a little less polished, a little rougher around the edges - and there was a certain charm to him that drew people in. Some days, you wondered what life might’ve been like had you met any of the others before Jake managed to sweep you off your feet, but that wasn’t a thought you ever let run very far.

Like it or not, Jake Seresin had you in his clutches. You were in love and there was little you could do to change that.

Still, Bradley seemed to read the look on your face and laughed quietly. A wry smile twisted his lips as he took a pull from his beer. “No offense,” he began as he spared you a sideways glance, “you’re beautiful and if you were here with anyone other than Hangman, I wouldn’t hesitate. But I don’t feel like fighting him. Today, anyway.”

As Bradley glanced over his shoulder, in the direction of the dartboard, you allowed your gaze to follow. This time, Jake was already eying you and the expression on his face was unreadable, a stoic mask that you weren’t in the mood to decipher. He hadn’t given you that look in months and you had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t be giving you that look were it not for your company.

With a sigh, you returned your attention to the drink in front of you - now melted ice and a hint of vodka. “We’re just friends,” you explained, though the declaration sounded weak in your own ears, hollow and rehearsed, and you were unable to look him in the eye. You weren’t sure who you were really trying to convince; him or yourself.

“Does he know that?” When you tipped your head to fix him with an unimpressed look, Bradley raised a hand in mock defense. “Look, Hangman’s a lot of things - an ass, mostly - but he’s not subtle.”

A snort of agreement - undignified but honest - escaped with a nod. Jake Seresin didn’t believe in subtlety and you were a firsthand witness. Though, that was at least part of the reason you were certain friendship was the only offer on the table.

“Subtle he is not,” you agreed, swirling your glass just for something to occupy your hands, “and he has made it very clear that he’s not interested in a relationship. So, just friends. With benefits.”

“When was the last time you talked about it? Because, I’ll be honest, on that first night, none of us thought we’d see you again. But then you came back,” he reminded you, expression as serious as you’d ever seen it. “It’s been nearly a year. Even when you’re not here with him, he’s with us or Coyote, doesn’t even look at anyone else. We’ve all seen the change in him,” Bradley admitted, knee knocking into yours to get your undivided attention. “There’s more to you and we can all see it. We get Hangman but you get Jake.”

Realistically, there was no reason for Bradley to lie to you. There was no way he could know the fantasy you were certain only existed in the depths of your mind. You considered him a friend - an acquaintance, at least - but you weren’t close enough for him to feel the need to protect your feelings. There was no reason for him to tell you what you wanted to hear but that did little to calm the churning in the pit of your stomach.

The thought that Jake Seresin could love you in the way you loved him, that he could truly want you - all of you, not just the parts that were convenient - seemed impossible. Too good to be true, even.

“Y’know, if flying doesn’t work out, you could make a hell of a therapist.” Bradley fixed you with an unimpressed look, accompanied by a disappointed tilt of his head, at your deflection. “Fine,” you sighed. It was clear that he wouldn’t be swayed, convinced that he was doing you and Jake a favor, so you gave in to the line of conversation. “Sure, I get Jake, but not all of him. I get just enough to break my heart and, honestly, I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Bradley.”

“I try to avoid talking to Hangman at length,” Bradley joked. That was true once upon a time, though things had changed since the first Dagger mission. You knew he wouldn’t be trying so hard unless he truly cared about him - about you both - but the joke still pulled a small smile to your lips as he nudged your knee once more. “You can’t, though. That’s only setting you both up for hurt.”

“Alright, Dr. Bradshaw,” you teased, though it sounded weak in your own ears. Bradley rolled his eyes and you relented with a nod. “Yeah. You’re right, I know. I just… I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got. It’s better than nothing.”

“For now,” he reminded you before sparing a glance over his shoulder. When you followed his gaze, it landed squarely on Jake who was eying the pair of you with a look that you didn’t like very much. It was harder than it had been only moments before, darker. The set of his jaw, the narrowing of his eyes, the thin line of his lips - it was a look you’d only seen a handful of times and it tied your stomach in knots. “Looks like you’ll have plenty to talk about tonight, anyway.”

Bradley had the decency to hide his amusement with a pull from his beer as you huffed. “I really don’t like that look.”

“In his defense,” Bradley began, lifting himself from his stool, “I’m pretty sure it’s directed at me, not you.” He shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the weight of Jake’s gaze on his every move, and offered you a final smile as he reached for the new beer Penny left in place of his empty bottle. “Believe it or not, Hangman really is better when he’s with you. He’s tolerable, almost. And I think you’ll both be happier when you talk about it.”

“Yeah.” Another sigh, this one resigned to the fact that your night would end with a conversation you weren’t sure you were ready to have, before you shot him a half-hearted smile. “Thanks, Bradley.”

With a nod and a tap to the bar, Bradley turned to make his way back to the pool table. You could see the question in Phoenix’s eyes - in the raise of her brow when he returned - but didn’t bother keeping an eye on the conversation as your attention returned fully to Jake.

The moment Bradley wandered away, Jake pressed the remaining darts into Coyote’s hands and made his way through the crowd. He stood close, body radiating a heat that you usually found so comforting, and you nearly held your breath as he offered Penny his card to settle what had to be the smallest tab he’d ever started.

Green eyes, alight with an annoyance that told you Bradley was right - there would, indeed, be a conversation of some type before the night’s end - met yours. Instead of calming the rapid beat of your heart, it only seemed to send you spiraling further when he pressed a hand to the small of your back.

“You looked like you were having fun.”

It was casual - almost dismissive - the way he said it, but you could feel the ice in his comment chilling you to the core. Try as he might to feign nonchalance, you knew him. You could read the acid behind the charming smile he wore and swallowed hard.

This was his way of picking a fight - just as he had the first time a stranger at the Hard Deck hit on you, just as he had the last time a stranger at another bar stood a little too close - and you were in no mood to indulge him. You weren’t interested in admitting you hadn’t really considered anyone else a possibility in months, that you hadn’t even really looked at anyone else since beginning your relationship with him.

Instead, you brushed his hand away and stood from your stool before beginning to nudge your way out of the bar.

There was no doubt Jake was on your heels, so close your could still smell his cologne, but you didn’t dare spare him a glance until you reached the passenger side of his vehicle. When you turned to glance at him, shoulders slumped and backs of your eyes stinging with traitorous tears, the frown on his face drew a weary sigh.

“I’m tired, Jake,” you lied, arms folding over your chest. “Just take me home, please.”

Jake’s hands flexed, desperate to keep himself calm - and to keep himself from falling into the habit of reaching for you, tugging you into his chest and kissing you breathless with the intent of reminding you just whose name sounded best on the tip of your tongue. “I’m sure Rooster would have no problem taking you home. Why don’t you ask him?”

The sneer was unsurprising. Jake’s tried and true tactic in response to any kind of hurt - real or perceived - remained a sharp remark, designed to cut deep and you could feel your own weariness being replaced by annoyance. It tasted bitter, harsh and unfamiliar, as you shook your head.

“We were just talking.” It took considerable effort to keep your voice even, devoid of the anger you knew he was hoping to draw, but you managed as you met his gaze head on.

Jake scoffed, wholly unconvinced, and smiled that sardonic smile that made you understand why so many people seemed to dislike Hangman - a persona you were fortunate enough to have been beyond. That wasn’t Jake, not the one you knew, and you reminded yourself of that, even as he declared, “Sure didn’t look like it from where I was standing.”

“I don’t know what you think you saw, Jake, but I wasn’t flirting with Bradley.” The assertion was strong, confident, and accompanied by a glare you hoped would hurt him as much as he was hurting you. “But, honestly,” you began, words spilling into the night air before you could think twice, “so what if I was? I can flirt with whoever I want because we’re just friends. Right?”

A twitch of his jaw, the slightest gesture but telling, was the only reaction you managed to pull from him. Instead, he shut down and that stoic mask - a front, hiding the raging sea that still swirled in the depths of his eyes - returned as he reached for the door handle. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it."

“Then what are we, Jake?” The question was quiet, nearly lost to the crashing of waves, and Jake gave no indication that he’d heard you outside of another tic of his jaw.

No answer was offered, no insight into what ran through his head. Instead, Jake pulled open the passenger door and tipped his chin toward the seat. “Get in.”

While silence with Jake was not uncommon, it had never been uncomfortable. You’d gotten into the habit of spending the odd night together, lying in silence as you both read or scrolled through your phones in the afterglow of sex, but it was comfortable. There was never a weight to it but the silence that lingered on the ride to your place pressed on your chest and constricted your lungs.

Tension, thick and blinding, filled the car, even as Jake pulled into your driveway and shut off the engine. Neither of you spoke for a long moment, both staring straight ahead and attempting to gather your thoughts. You were tempted to go inside, leaving Jake behind, and calling it a night. But you couldn’t help yourself.

“You matter to me, you asshole,” you reminded him, voice a whisper in the darkness. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah? Rooster matter to you, too?”

The lack of venom in the question told you that he didn’t mean it. It was a reflex, his go-to when he felt cornered - likely by the realization that tonight would not end the way either of you imagined it would - and you wanted to give him grace. But this had become more frequent lately, a bitter end to nice nights, and had been working your nerves. Combined with the acrid taste of reality you’d doused yourself with earlier in the night, you couldn’t bite your tongue.

With a shake of your head, you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to look at Jake. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? Jesus, sometimes I think you were put on this earth for the sole purpose of being an asshole.” When Jake rolled his eyes, scoffing at the comment, you huffed. “Everyone can see that I’m in love with you, you dickhead. Bradley was trying to convince me that I should say something because it’s been so obvious to everyone but you for nearly a year and I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay with just being friends with benefits.”

Jake Seresin was not one to doubt himself, nor was he one to doubt the intentions of others. His romantic exploits had given him a great deal of confidence in navigating conversations about lust or even infatuation, but a confession of love was, undoubtedly, not something he’d been expecting to hear. For just a moment, you could see a flicker of surprise in his eyes before he blinked and shook his head. “You don’t mean that.”

It was clear that he hadn’t been loved in a long while - not by a partner, someone not obligated to love him through blood or shared trauma - and your heart broke as you watched him attempt to process the implication. What you had was safe, a way for him to keep his walls in tact while experiencing a modicum of the affection he so desperately wanted, but it wasn’t enough.

For either of you, it seemed.

Beneath the doubt, the surprise, lingered a glimmer of something bright. You refused to believe that it could be hope - because hope was the thing that would kill you - but you were in too deep to end the conversation there. So, you nodded.

“Yeah, I do. I’m in love with you. I know the lines have blurred in the last few months and a label doesn’t change much but, fuck, I can’t keep doing this. I can’t deal with not knowing where I stand with you. I can’t deal with being called your girl but knowing I’m really not. I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay playing house when I can’t even confidently tell my family about you.” With a sigh, you shook your head and admitted, “Half-happy isn’t enough for me anymore, Jake.”

Jake remained silent for a moment, statue still in the driver’s seat, but you could see the emotions flickering in his eyes. A part of you wanted to beg him to speak, to tell you to leave or that he was flattered but it would never work or that he was sorry to have lead you on, but you remained quiet and allowed him to process. And after the longest few moments of your life - in reality, no more than a minute or two - he lifted a warm hand to cup your jaw.

As if in slow motion, Jake leaned over the console and pressed his mouth to yours in a searing kiss. Though you’d kissed him more times than you could count over the last year, this kiss was unlike any other you’d shared. It was rough, passionate and clumsy with a lack of finesse Jake usually possessed, but it spoke volumes. His fingers pressed into the hinge of your jaw, lips warm and searching as he gave himself fully to the embrace.

The warmth of him, overwhelming in the small space, bled into your skin and sent a shiver down your spine as you allowed yourself a moment to indulge. The kiss felt like a goodbye - only comparable to the one you’d shared before Jake left for a weeklong mission - and you weren’t sure if you’d get another.

“Jake, stop,” you mumbled against his mouth, shifting your head as best you could to break the kiss. Despite the hold he kept on you, he allowed you to pull away and remained close as you tipped your head to search his face. There was no hint of what he was feeling, though you took a moment to commit the look to memory - the flushed cheeks, the ruddy lips, the bright eyes - before sighing. “You can’t get out of this conversation with sex.”

“We’re not just friends,” he repeated, voice so soft it made your chest ache. It was a tone you’d only heard once before, in the dim of your bedroom the night he returned, and it was accompanied by a softening of his features as he smoothed a thumb across your cheekbone. “You know it, and so do I.”

Hope, the thing you’d so desperately avoided for so long in relation to Jake Seresin, began to bloom in the pit of your stomach as soft eyes searched your face. That didn’t sound like a goodbye - in fact, it sounded more like a greeting, a welcome to feelings you’d both avoided breathing aloud - but you needed him to say it.

“Jake.” The murmur of his name was pleading, a desperate request for him to confirm that he shared your feelings, and it made him shift just a little closer.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he confirmed, corner of his mouth kicking up in a soft smile as you exhaled. The admittance felt like a jolt of adrenaline and you were half-certain you’d misheard him. But he doubled down and continued, “I have been for months.”

A warmth spread throughout your limbs, bright and burning hot, as you searched his face for any hint of deceit. Jake wouldn’t lie, not about this, but you were still cautious as you leaned into his touch.

Realistically, you knew that Jake had to have felt something for you. You’d been together for months in everything but name - starting with the first night he slept over - but to hear him confirm he felt the same, that he loved you, too, was almost too much. You’d spent so long telling yourself there was no way, that Jake couldn’t want you in the same way you wanted him, that you needed to hear him say it once more.

“Tell me again.”

Jake smiled, eyes bright even in the dim light filtering in through the window, as he leaned in. “I love you,” he repeated, lips brushing yours and breath fanning across your cheek.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” The question escaped before you could stop it, necessary to ask but not one you’d pictured bringing up so soon. Jake, however, seemed to have expected it.

“We said no strings,” he reminded you, shrugging slightly. “Even without them, we were’t seeing other people so I thought you knew and were happy with where we were. You said everyone knew you were in love with me. They knew I was in love with you, too.”

It was as if his answer should’ve been obvious, known to everyone but the two of you, and you realized that Bradley’s insistence you talk to Jake was coming from a place of knowledge rather than intuition. You were Jake’s girl and there was no reason to question it - it was fact, easily seen by anyone who happened to glance, but easy to miss when you were so caught up in your own head.

Still, you couldn’t help but ask, “Then why have you been such an ass lately? More than usual, anyway.”

Despite the huff of laughter that escaped, Jake’s smile quickly fell into a frown as his thumb brushed your cheekbone. He paused for a moment, seeming to consider his answer, before he sighed. His eyes searched your face, for what you weren’t sure. “This year has been pretty calm,” he began, frown deepening. “I’m usually gone, out of touch for months. I can’t give you what you deserve and I was waiting for you to figure that out. We weren’t seeing other people but there was never a conversation saying we couldn’t.”

“You were jealous?”

A small part of you expected him to deny it - to scoff and insist that Jake Seresin was immune to jealousy - but you could see the hint of insecurity in his eyes. The walls were crumbling in real time, shattering to pieces and baring the depths of his soul, and you couldn’t say you were surprised to see him shrug.

“More like I was just waiting for you to end things, realize a relationship wouldn’t work and move on with someone who could make you happy.”

Jake’s admission told you more than you imagined he intended. Though he’d had his fair share of experience before you, it was clear that very few of his relationships had been more serious than a brief affair. And for all his bravado, his esteem had taken a hit. He saw himself as enough to bed, enough to ogle, but not enough to love and you could feel the ache in your chest grow more prominent as you lifted your own hand to cup his cheek.

The warmth of his skin bled into your palm and you blinked back the sting of tears as Jake turned his head just enough to press a kiss to your palm. “I haven’t even considered anyone else since we met. I know it’s not always going to be easy but it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

As soon as you finished speaking, Jake surged forward and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was enough to steal your breath, to express the words he couldn’t quite speak just yet, and you sank into it fully. The seatbelt buckle dug into your skin, uncomfortable but tolerable as you focused on Jake’s touch, and you knew that this was where you were meant to be.

“Come inside,” you urged the moment Jake broke the kiss. Breathless and warm, you knew where the night was headed and didn’t want to lose yourself in the confines of the car.

Jake grinned at your invitation, eyes glittering with an amusement you’d missed, as he pulled away and unbuckled his own seatbelt. “You gonna let me?”

The double entendre was one you’d brought upon yourself but you still rolled your eyes fondly as you headed for the front door. “I hate you,” you called over your shoulder, laughing as he followed you into your home.

“No, you don’t. You love me,” he gloated, countenance brighter than you’d seen it in months as he pushed the door shut and locked it behind him.

“Why, I’ll never know.”

It was teasing, a taunt that made Jake roll his eyes, but he refused to let it linger as he reached out and gripped your hips. Jake pulled you close, body pressed to yours against the front door, and tipped his head to brush his lips against yours. “Why don’t we put that mouth to better use, sweetheart,” he proposed, smirking as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Jake gave you no chance to respond. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours once more, captured your lips in a searing kiss that lit a flame to the already smoldering embers of arousal settling in the pit of your stomach. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips, pulled you as close as he could manage, and you knew there would be a reminder of his touch left in the morning.

The kiss tasted of mint and a hint of alcohol, achingly familiar in a way you never expected to love, and stole your breath as his hands slipped beneath the hem of your top. As his fingers skated across your skin, calloused and warm, he began to wander backward in the direction of your bedroom.

As many times as you’d done this, making the trek to your room was easy. You managed to avoid causing any damage - to your furniture or yourselves - and only broke the kiss the moment you stepped through the doorway.

Jake was always a sight to behold, golden and beautiful in even the worst moments, but there was something about him in moments like this that made you want nothing more than to observe him. There was a hint of pink dusting the tops of his cheeks, his lips ruddy and kiss swollen, and his hair mussed from your fingers raking through it.

“You can take a picture if you want,” he teased, grinning as he reached for the hem of your top. “Give you something to get off to when I’m away.”

“Fuck off,” you huffed, though it lacked venom entirely as you allowed him to strip the garment and toss it into a corner. “How do you want me?”

“You’re letting me choose? Damn, you must really love me.” Jake laughed at the look you shot him - unimpressed, though it was a struggle to hide your amusement - and knocked your hand away from the button of your jeans. “Hands off. That’s my job.” As the denim fell to the floor, exposing you to his hungry gaze, he whistled lowly. “Fuck, sugar, you get better every time. Lie back for me. I wanna take my time with you.”

With Jake, there was never any shame. He made you feel wanted, desired in a way no one else had, and you reveled in the feeling of his gaze roving your skin. He knew every inch of you, had been privy to this view more times than you could count, but something about the look in his eyes made you feel truly seen. It was as if he were looking at you for the first time all over again and you offered him a sultry smile as you settled onto the bed.

“It’s not fair I’m nearly naked and you’re fully clothed. Lose the jeans, cowboy.” Jake grinned at your order, however teasing it was, and readily shucked off his button-down and jeans. Just as he had, you let out a low whistle and winked when he approached the foot of the bed. “I hate to boost your ego but, Jesus, you’re hot.”

Jake didn’t bother responding. Instead, he climbed onto the bed and settled above you, caging you between his arms and grinning when you shuddered at the feeling of his heated skin meeting yours. He was careful not to settle his full weight onto you, only pressed enough to feel him, and leaned in to ghost kisses along the curve of your jaw.

Warm hands skated across your exposed skin, fingers tracing a path of fire down your arm, across your stomach, along the band of your panties, as he pressed his mouth to the pulse point just below your ear. There was little doubt he could feel the way your heart hammered beneath his lips, racing with every shift of his body, and you could feel his mouth curve into a smirk as his fingers dipped beneath the fabric of your panties.

“What d’you want, sweets? All you gotta do is ask, and I’ll give it to you,” he promised, calloused fingers skating along the top of your mound.

Every twitch of his fingers sent a shiver down your spine, had your heart rate doubling and set your skin alight. He was so close to where you wanted him and you knew that this time, he would give in the moment you asked. As your fingers threaded in his hair, nails raking through the mussed strands, you shifted your hips and sighed.

“Touch me, please.” The plea was soft, whispered in his ear as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you could feel the warmth of his breath as he exhaled heavily. When he didn’t move, fingers still against your skin, you whispered the words you knew would set him in motion. “Always make me feel so good,” you praised, one hand falling to his shoulder as your nails lightly scraped across his skin. “No one else could ever compare.”

“Damn right.” The praise, as expected, spurred him on. Jake’s hand slipped lower, fingers gliding through the slick between your thighs, and he groaned at the feeling. “Fuck, so wet, sugar. Just for me?”

“Always for you,” you confirmed, nails digging into his shoulder as his thumb brushed your aching clit. “Only for you.”

A soft sigh escaped as Jake coated his fingers in your slick, mouth pressed to your skin as he nipped at the delicate skin of your throat, and you could feel his cock twitch against your thigh. He knew exactly how to press your buttons, how to push you over the edge with only a few swipes of his fingers or tongue, and you arched into the feeling of his mouth traveling lower as he pressed his fingers into your entrance.

Jake trailed kisses down the column of your throat, across the delicate skin of your collarbone, and winked when he reached your breasts. He nipped at the soft skin, just enough to send a jolt down your spine, before he continued his descent. When he reached the band of your panties, he took the material between his teeth and began to tug, only removing his fingers from your center to rid you of the material.

Before you could whine at the loss, Jake gripped your thighs and parted them just enough to shoulder his way between them. He pressed himself as close as he could, placed one of your thighs over his shoulder, and turned his head to mouth at the soft skin of your thigh as his fingers returned to your center.

Every drag of his fingers was purposeful, slow and deliberate and designed to have you seeing stars, and you could feel the band in the pit of your stomach growing taut as his thumb circled your clit. Those eyes, blown black with lust, lifted to your face as your fingers threaded in his hair once more, and you nearly came from the sight alone.

Having Jake between your thighs, fingers dripping your slick and focus entirely on your pleasure, was more of a power trip than anything you’d ever experienced. Every nerve ending felt like a live wire, jolts of pleasure shooting down your spine as his fingers pressed deeper and deeper, and you could only manage to cry out his name as the first orgasm - of many, you were sure - washed over you.

“There we go, sweets,” he encouraged, breath fanning over your center and making you cry out, “look so fucking pretty when you fall apart for me. Can I have a taste?”

Despite the aftershocks, the tension in your thighs and the difficulty you seemed to have finding the words to convey your pleasure, you used the grip on his hair to tug his face closer to your center. Luckily, you’d been here before - knew one another well enough to speak without words - and Jake took your answer for what it was worth.

Jake’s mouth was sinful and you could feel him smirk at the moan that filled your room as he swiped his tongue through your folds. He returned the noise, groaning at the taste of you, and gripped your thighs to tug you closer. The feeling of his fingers, slick with your release, pressing into your skin coupled with the broad swipes of his tongue, desperate to push you over the edge once more, sent your pulse skyrocketing as you tugged his hair and ground your hips in search of relief.

The pleasure was overwhelming, all-consuming in the most perfect of ways, and you knew that he would spend his night between your thighs, if you let him. His nose brushed your clit with every tilt of his head, tongue lapping at the release you’d already given him, and you could see stars bursting behind your eyelids as he doubled down on his ministrations and returned his fingers to your center.

That second orgasm - truly, a continuation of the first as he hadn’t let you come down - had your back arching from the bed and your fingers gripping Jake’s hair, just a little too tight. He pressed his free hand to your hip, eager to keep you in place, and hummed as he lapped at the release you gave him.

While you knew he would keep going, push you to a third release with his mouth and fingers if you let him, you used your grip on his hair to weakly tug him away as the stimulation began to grow overwhelming. Your thighs shook beneath his hands and your breath came in heaving pants, unable to fill your lungs quick enough, and Jake grinned as he lifted his head.

“Tastes like heaven,” he declared, laughing only when you huffed a breathless noise of amusement. “You good, or you need a minute?”

As Jake shifted, hand on your hip and eyes searching your face in search of an answer, you beckoned him closer. Despite the evidence of your slick coating his mouth and chin, you tugged him in for a kiss and sighed into it as he eagerly returned the embrace.

Against your hip, you could feel the evidence of his arousal - small wet patch blooming against the fabric of his briefs, cock straining and weighing heavily against your skin - and you shifted your hips, just enough to make him groan.

“I’m good,” you assured him, voice hoarse with pleasure and still breathless. “Please, wanna feel you.”

Jake sighed as your hands, lightly trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, trailed along his torso to the band of his briefs. He shifted, just enough to allow you to nudge them down, before tugging them the rest of the way off and tossing them to join your clothes.

The weight of his body pressed to yours, skin warm and slick with the lightest sheen of sweat, had you keening as the tip of his cock brushed your clit before nudging your entrance. Jake inhaled sharply at the feeling, fingers digging into the skin of your hip, and only moved when you begged him to.

Jake pressed forward, moving slowly to give you a moment to adjust, and leaned forward to press his forehead to yours when your nails sank into his shoulder once more. “You can take it, sweets,” he encouraged, voice brittle as he sank into you. “Fuck, I know you can take it. Always so good for me.”

Each sensation felt magnified as Jake settled fully inside of you. The weight of his body pressed to yours, the warmth of his breath on your neck, the rough pads of his fingers as they stroked your hipbone to calm you as your muscles twitched with overstimulation, every ridge and vein of his cock as it stretched your walls; everything felt overwhelming in the most beautiful way possible and you couldn’t help the pleading moan that escaped as Jake shifted his hips experimentally.

With your approval, Jake began to move slowly. Each thrust was methodical, deep and searching for that spot that had you seeing stars, and you could see the tension in his jaw as he began to build a satisfying rhythm. With an experimental shift of his hips, the tip of his cock nudged a spot that drew a gasp from you and he grinned triumphantly.

“Right there?” When you moaned, unable to do more than tangle your fingers in his hair and tug him impossibly closer, Jake nipped at the curve of your jaw. “That’s it,” he encouraged, hand snaking between your bodies to rub at your aching clit. “Tell me how it feels, sweets,” he demanded, voice rough in your ear as he shifted his head just enough to catch a glimpse of your face. “Feel good?”

The shattered moan you released, keening and so desperate it made his hips stutter, wasn’t quite enough. It spurred him on, had his hips moving faster, and you cried out at the lewd sound of his hips meeting your skin. “So,” the answer was split by a broken moan, a sharp gasp as he hiked your thigh around his waist for a better angle, and Jake smirked at the way your eyes rolled back.

“So, what,” he pressed, seeking an answer that he knew you were nearly unable to give. “I need an answer, pretty girl. If I don’t get one, you don’t get to come.”

Jake’s threat wasn’t empty - he’d never left you truly hanging but he had taken a particular liking to edging, pulling you to the brink only to push you back until you gave in to his requests - and you whined at the way his hips slowed the longer you took to answer.

“So good,” you cried out, finally able to catch your breath just enough to answer. “Fuck, so good!”

He hummed, pleased by your answer, and began to pick up the pace once more as your hand returned to his hair. Though breathing was difficult enough, oxygen hard to come by even in gasps, you still dragged him in for a kiss that was more a clash of lips and teeth and tongue than a true embrace as your vision began to white around the edges.

Jake could read you better than a well-loved novel, saw the signs before you could, and pressed your hips into the mattress as he sank deeper and deeper. His thumb worked tight circles over your clit, just as desperate for you to fall over the edge as you were, and you could feel his gaze searing into your skin as you came for the third time.

The ringing of your ears nearly drowned out the sound of Jake’s groan, deep and desperate as he snapped his hips a few more times in search of his own release. Every inch of your skin felt too warm and air felt impossible to come by, but you rode out the wave with the help of Jake’s hands skating across your skin.

Jake fell to the mattress at your side, careful to remain close but keep enough distance to make you comfortable, and for a few long moments, the only noise in the room was the ragged sounds of you both attempting to catch your breath.

When you could feel your temperature returning to normal, the tingling in the tips of your fingers and toes leaving, you moved your hand just enough to grab his and intertwine your fingers. “You have such a praise kink,” you teased, still breathless and voice hoarse with use as you turned your head to find Jake already looking at you.

Instead of denying it, Jake laughed and squeezed your hand. “I want to make sure my girl feels good,” he defended, shrugging as best he could. “Somethin’ wrong with that?”

“I keep feeding your ego, but you’ve never left me wanting,” you assured him, rolling your eyes when he smirked. “So, I’m your girl now?”

It was his turn to roll his eyes as he tugged you closer. “You’ve been my girl for a while now,” he reminded you. “Nothing changes except I can tell people to fuck off if they get too close.”

With a sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder and tipped your chin just enough to meet his gaze. As his fingers brushed along the heated skin of your side, warm and threatening to lull you to sleep, you tapped his chest. “I’m yours. The jealousy thing isn’t cute. You can’t lose your shit every time I talk to someone. You’re the only one I want and you have to trust that. You have to trust me.”

“I do,” he promised, gaze softening. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair of me to take my fears out on you. It won’t happen again,” he assured you.

Though there were still questions to be answered and a conversation to be had, you trusted that you were on the same page. And as he brushed at your heated skin, fingers skating across your back and side, you drifted to sleep with the knowledge that you were Jake’s girl, just as you had been all along.

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Author’s Note: How did we get here. My smut is rusty and I need to practice. But instead I’m working on Hangman angst. Whoops.

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disturbedbeautywrites · 1 year

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Cowboy Casanova

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: suggestive language, some swearing

The air in the bar was electric and thick with smoke; the speakers blaring footloose as you watched a big majority of people go to the dance floor. You were sat at the bar with your best friend, talking and catching up. Your head was thrown back in laughter, alcohol coursing through your veins.

“I’d like to buy these two ladies two shots of what they’re already drinking. Add it to my tab.” You heard an all too familiar voice come up to the bar beside you. The shit eating grin of Jake seresin met you as you turned your head, a mumbled swear leaving your lips. “I’d also like you guys to come and hangout with my buddies and I, if you guys are interested.” Damn it, you forgot the pull he had on you.

You took a deep breath, immediately saying no as your friend said yes. You caught a look of confusion flash across Jake’s face before he regained his composure. “Well, we’re right over there whenever you two make up your minds.” He tipped his hat before he turned and walked away.

Your friend looked at you incredulously, her mouth hanging open. “What the actual hell are you thinking? He’s fine as hell!” She looked at you as if you had two heads, waiting for your answer. She had you by the arm as she pulled you away from the bar.

You just shook your head and sighed, looking back at her. “Him and I have history. It’s.. complicated.” You didn’t want to admit that you fell for your on again off again friend with benefits, but it had happened. Then, he had left with the navy for almost a year, and you hadn’t heard from him since and you were a tad bit jaded about all of it. “He’s just bad news. Trust me on this.”

She just gave you a look, debating on asking before she just shook her head and accepted the answer. “Well alright then. But, I’m telling you right now he can’t keep his eyes off of you.” Your friend was now facing the opposite direction, her gaze directly on Jake and his friends before she saw you try and slap her playfully. She just laughed, winking at you before she walked off to the dance floor.

You let out a small sigh as you decided to turn around, your gaze immediately meeting Jake’s as he motioned you towards him, mouthing “come here.” You hesitated for a second before walking towards him, leaning against the wall beside him.

His bigger frame was soon in front of you, his arm placed against the wall above your head as he leaned in towards you. It was his favorite position to have you in, especially in busy places like this. “Well, hi darlin’.” The way he called that was enough to make your knees weak, your voice catching in your throat.

“You look good. The navy is treating you well.” You decided to skip the small talk and get into a rhythm of banter that you were more familiar with. You felt his green eyes staring into yours, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth before you said your next words. “I bet you have girls throwing themselves at you in San Diego.”

He just chuckled and smirked, a cocky glint in his eye. “I mean, I do. But, there’s something about this damn girl in Austin. She’s all I can ever fucking think about. No matter how long I’m gone.” His lips were close to your ear now, closing in on the sensitive skin right under your earlobe. It caused you to gasp, balling his shirt up in your fist as you let out a small squeak of pleasure. “And tonight she’s playing hard to get.”

You swallowed thickly, practically melting into his touch as he moved his free hand down to push your shirt up a bit. He moved his fingers to the exposed skin of your hip, drawing circles with his fingertips. “Y-you’re lying.” You managed to squeak out before he chuckled again, moving his lips back up to your ear.

“Sweetheart, if you haven’t noticed what you do to me yet, you’re blind.” His voice was husky and laced with lust, his lips moving to ghost over yours once, twice, three times. “You drive me absolutely insane.”

You let out a groan of frustration, standing on your tiptoes to let your lips meet his. “I want you all to myself. Especially tonight.” The words left your lips with a hint of desperation, Jake chuckling and smirking as he pulled away from you.

He reached up and took the cowboy hat off his head, setting it down on yours. “All you had to do was ask, baby girl.” Your eyes scanned over him as you heard the words he told you the first night he met you. You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. Not that you ever had a problem with that. In fact, everytime you saw him you managed to steal his hat for that exact reason. “Now, get your friend home safe. Then we’ll meet up tomorrow. Keep the hat until then. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

You smiled as you readjusted the hat on your head, running your hands down his chest briefly as you decided to get him even more riled up. “I mean, I gotta abide by the hat rule now. The hat stays on during that, by the way.”

“Trust me, I 100% agree. That hat is staying on all night tomorrow.” He sent a wink your way before you felt his fingers on the waist band of your shorts, a piece of paper being slid between your underwear and your waist band. “Oh, and when you can’t stop thinking of me later, there’s my phone number.” You swore under your breath as he pressed his body against yours before he winked and backed away, leaving you sexually frustrated and aching for him.

Oh, you definitely would be using that phone number later.

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inklore · 2 years

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suddenly thinking sooooo hard about shower sex with hangman kajdkshfks

veracious.

series masterlist

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x (f)reader

word count: 977

warnings: eighteen+ content, shower sex, dirty talk, porn with feelings i guess, established enemies with benefits, pilot reader, secret relationship, mentions of phoenix and bob.

etc: wrote this in mind with it being a part of this piece but you don’t have to read it to read this. i might write a bigger piece with these two since that tgm brain rot is still going strong, depending on if anyone would want it or not lmao.

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“If you don’t be quiet they’re going to hear you.” His tone is laced in arrogance. Even with his hand over your mouth muffling your moans—even if his large palm wasn’t over your mouth—you both knew it wouldn't be any dent on his ego if anyone was to hear you.

It would be another win for him to get off on. Another way for him to make it more than obvious, without words, just how great Jake Seresin is.

You really need to stop boosting his ego. It’s sickening to watch him smirk after, or during, your little escapades; like he is now. Hangman’s lips at your ear, one hand over your mouth, the other gripping your hip, chest pressed into your back as he fucks you against the tiled wall.

The tiled walls—shower room—you share with your fellow aviators.

Anyone could walk in right now and catch a glimpse of the two of you fucking behind the flimsy curtain. No doubt everyone in a mile radius has heard your moans already.

“You didn’t..” Phoenix’s voice is laced in just as much disgust as her expression is.

“Didn’t what?”

“Fuck Seresin.” Her face scrunches into a grimace. Looks like she might actually be sick.

“I’d rather die!”

“Oh, yeah? Is that why he keeps eye fucking you from across the room,” she states, argues. “And why Bob said he saw the two of you leaving the deck like your asses were on fire, Seresin’s hands on said ass.”

Fuck, Bob. You’re searching the bar to send him a threatening scowl. That little shit. And fuck Hangman for not being able to keep his hands to himself—in most cases you could have chalked it up to the endless banter and arguments the two of you always found yourselves in. Keeping that facade of pure hatred going for the masses.

“Sweets,” she says your call sign like it’s a warning. Look turning from grossed out to serious, “getting involved with him is the last thing you need on your conscience.”

“We’re not involved!” You huff, “like I said, I’d rather die.”

After all of you had come back from the bar, you’d waited until the halls were pilot free to set on an angry march to Hangman’s room. Only to have Coyote answering his door with a “he’s in the showers” paired with a smirk you wanted to smack off of his face.

And that’s where you found him, naked and soaping his chest as you yanked back the curtain.

“We need to stop this,” hands crossed over your chest, eyes trying to stay focused on his face and not…further…down.

“Well, good evening to you too, Sweets.” Now was not the time for his aggravating smirk because you really might punch him for it.

“Bob saw us!”

“Did he?” He’s completely unphased, turning his back to the faucet to rinse it.

“Yes! And I’d rather no one else know-”

“Think you and I both know it’s too late for that.”

You scowl at him, even though you knew he was right. Fuck him for being right, fuck Bob, and fuck you for falling for those pretentious pretty boy charms in the first place.

“Mine as well keep giving them something to talk about.” His smirk grew, showing off those perfect white teeth of his, before he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into the shower with him, pressing your lips together in a rough kiss.

Which is how you got here.

The hard snap of his hips making your ass ripple, your thighs pressed together in a way that makes it feel like Hangman’s cock is tearing you in two.

“Would you like that, baby?” You want to gag at the pet name, want to elbow him in the ribs. Want to do a lot of things but he’s rolling his hips in that way that has the tip of his cock touching that spot inside of you that makes stars blur your vision. “Everyone already knows you’re mine. Even you know it.” His teeth bite at your ear, his heavy pants filling your eardrums when he’s not. So all you can hear is him—the sounds of his skin slapping yours, his grunts, pants, your wetness drowning out the run of the water hitting the tile—all you can feel is him.

A trend of the way Hangman fucks, lives. Center of attention, in the sky, on land, in the bedroom. Wants everyone to know he’s the one they're admiring or pissed off at.

In your case: the one fucking you. The one who drives you insane but you can’t get enough off.

And you’d hate him for it, should hate him for it. Should have let the embarrassment of Phoenix finding out ward you off of him for the rest of your life. If this was a year ago you know you’d still despise him and be giving him shit right now. But so much time has passed. A tension come and gone and only resolved between the two of you by fucking.

His thrusts pick up speed, his grunts echoing deeper in his chest. The hand on your hip falls between your legs to rub the pad of his index finger against your clit, “you’re my girl, right?”

The strangled moan you let out as you nod frantically is something you’ll deny later. Know your cheeks will burn when he passes you in the rec room, putting on your big show of hating him in front of everyone; “thought you were my girl” he’ll whisper against your ear and it’ll simultaneously make you scowl and flutter between your legs.

Because yeah, maybe you were his girl and maybe you didn’t care who knew—you cared a whole lot actually—but just as long as he kept fucking you like this, it lightened the blow of everyone knowing.

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Today and Every Day

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: A glimpse into your life with the one and only Jake "Hangman" Seresin starting from your first date and ending with a twist. A fic inspired by the song "Marry Me" by train.

Content Warning: First dates, Proposal, Marriage, Pregnancy, Allusions to smut, Making out, Old Age, Nerves, Tooth rotting fluff, Romance. I think that's everything.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This fic was written as a part of @ohtobeleah's Galentine's Day Special! I had so much fun writing it, and I hope you all have just as much fun reading it!! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Until next time!

Jake was nervous. No. He was terrified, actually. He had never been this scared to go on a date before, but here he was, leg bouncing up and down in the driver’s seat as he waited outside of the restaurant he agreed to meet you at. He had met you at the cafe just last week, and already he was smitten. You had been sitting there, typing away on your laptop when he had spotted you as he walked in with Javy and Phoenix. It had taken an incredible amount of self will and determination to finally get up and go talk to you, but he was glad he had because now he was getting ready to go on your first date.

He really, really hoped he didn’t screw it up.

Taking a deep breath, he shoved the door of his truck open, stepping out and into the parking lot. He was a little early, but better that than being late, he supposed. He crossed the street, heart stopping and breath catching in his throat when he spotted you through the window. You were standing in a pretty, blue dress looking around the lobby nervously as you glanced down at your phone, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Shaking himself from his stupor, he pulled the door open and stepped inside. You glanced up from your phone at the noise, giving him a soft smile that left him breathless all over again.

“Hey,” you greeted quietly, sliding your phone into your purse as you turned to face him. A shy smile curled on his lips as he took you in, a characteristic that felt so foreign to him. Jake was usually a man of confidence, but there was something about you that seemed send him into a tizzy with one look.

“Hey,” he responded. “Were you waiting long?”

“Not at all,” you assured him, smoothing down the skirt of your dress, an action that Jake found absolutely endearing. He tore his eyes away from you as the hostess came back to the stand, flashing a polite smile at the two of you.

“Are you ready?” He asked, gesturing towards the other woman. You turned around, eyes widening in surprise before flashing him a quick smile and a nod.

The hostess seated the two of you quickly, and your waiter had stopped by shortly after to take your drink order. The two of you sat in a moment of silence, and Jake noted that it wasn’t altogether an uncomfortable one, but rather tense and nervous.

“You know,” he spoke after another moment, causing your eyes to flicker up to meet his, “I was actually really nervous for today.”

That seemed to shock you, and you let out a startled giggle before smiling up at him.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“I was too, actually,” you admitted, glancing up at him shyly through your lashes. Jake tried not to think too much about how he wanted to reach out and lay kisses on the spots where your lashes brushed against your cheeks. Instead, he cleared his throat, and leaned forward to flash you a charming smile.

“So, let’s get to know each other,” he suggested, a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “If you could attend any concert from any time period, who would it be?”

Jake hadn’t been this nervous in two years. Of course, the last time he had felt like this was on your first date, and now here he was, about to get down on one knee and ask you to be his wife. Truthfully, he had gone ring shopping the day after your first date. He had known from the moment he first laid eyes on you that you were it for him, and the date had just confirmed it.

The two of you had eaten and passed the time in giggles and more ridiculous questions, a conversation that soon became more in depth and personal, and Jake found that the longer he spent with you, the more he didn’t want the night to end.

So, at the end of the meal, he had asked you if you wanted to go for a walk along the beach, and you had happily agreed.

That was two years ago, and now the two of you walked along the same beach, hand in hand as Jake ran his other one nervously through his hair. You peered at him from the corner of your eye, brow furrowing and causing that cute little crease that Jake loved to kiss away.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked him finally, stopping and turning to face him with a worried expression. You reached up to feel his forehead, humming as you dropped your hand.

“You don’t feel warm,” you muttered, tilting your head in confusion, the little crease deepening as you try to determine what on earth could possibly be wrong with your boyfriend. Jake let out a nervous chuckle, squeezing your hand in reassurance as he takes a steadying breath.

“I’m fine, darlin’,” he told you, but you didn’t seem convinced, eyes still sweeping over him to try and find something wrong with him. “‘m just nervous is all.”

“Nervous?” You questioned, shaking your head slightly. “What on earth for?”

Jake took another deep breath before dropping down onto one knee, smiling at the way your face morphs from confused concern into tearful surprise.

“Darlin’,” he began, pulling the tiny, black box out of his pocket and popping it open to reveal a stunning diamond ring, “the day we met in that little cafe was the beginning of something extraordinary. The past two years have been filled with laughter, tears, the occasional fight, and so much love. I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything in the world, do you hear me? The best day of my life was when you agreed to make it official and be my girlfriend, but I’m hoping you’ll top it here by agreeing to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

Tears streamed down your face as you covered your mouth to keep the sobs from spilling out. You began to nod frantically, wiping the tears away as you sobbed out a laugh, the pretty smile he loved oh so much coming into view.

“Jacob Seresin, of course I’ll marry you,” you laughed, reaching out for him to pull him into a soul-crushing kiss. Jake smiled against your lips as he moved to stand, hauling you into his arms as he rocked the two of you from side to side. Pulling away only when the two of you needed air, he slipped the ring onto your finger, stroking the soft skin as he continued to grin.

“I love you,” he said, looking up at you finally. You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him gently as you placed another kiss to his lips.

“I love you too.”

“Jake, you could power a whole city with how much you’re moving,” Javy griped, placing a reassuring hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Calm down, man.”

“Sorry,” Jake grimaced, glancing down the aisle towards the doors leading into the sanctuary of the church. The pews were filled with friends and family from both sides, eagerly awaiting the start of the ceremony.

“I’m just nervous,” he grumbled, eyes still trained on the doors where you would appear any moment.

“But why?” Javy frowned, following his best friend’s line of sight. Jake didn’t answer for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip as his foot tapped against the marble floor and his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

“Jake?”

“What if she changes her mind?” Jake blurted out, eyes finally looking at Javy with panic lacing through the green. “What if she realizes that I’m not good enough for her? That I’m the worst choice she could possibly make?”

Javy stared at him for a moment before ducking his head down. For a moment, Jake was horrified that his best friend realized that he was right and didn’t know how to tell him, but then he realized that Javy’s shoulders were shaking, and the fear was replaced with indignant confusion as Javy reached out a hand to Jake’s shoulders in order to steady himself. Javy stood back up, wiping a stray tear as he almost broke out into another round of laughter.

“You really are an idiot sometimes, man. You know that?” Javy wheezed, patting Jake on the back. “That girl is so in love with you, it’s not funny. Besides, she could definitely do worse than you.”

“Like who?” Jake mumbled, glaring at the other man. Javy’s grin was wide as he answered.

“Like Bradshaw.”

Jake laughed at that, the nerves easing out of him slowly as he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he conceded, head snapping back to the doors as the music picked up. One by one, your bridesmaids came walking down the aisle, and Jake’s heart sped up as the last girl made her way down the aisle. The quintessential theme began to play as everyone stood up, and Jake felt the tears spring to his eyes as you finally came into view.

You were beautiful, dressed in your white gown. Jake always thought you looked beautiful, of course, but knowing that you were currently walking down the aisle to become his wife?

He wiped at his eyes, and he heard Javy let out a low chuckle behind him.

“You got this,” he whispered, and Jake let out a low laugh. Yeah, he did have this, and he never wanted to let this go. Your eyes were trained on him the entire walk down the aisle, a smile plastered on your face and Jake swore he could die happy right then and there.

You stopped in front of him, and Jake was only vaguely aware of the ceremony going on around him. Of course he spoke when he was supposed to, but other than that, his focus was locked on you, and it seemed you were in the same boat.

The second Jake heard the priest say “you may kiss the bride,” he was on you, hands cradling your jaw as he kissed you breathless, dipping you slightly as one hand came down to rest on your waist. You kissed him back, excited giggles escaping past your lips as the two of you got lost in the moment. Finally, Jake pulled away, green eyes sparkling as his thumb caressed the apple of your cheek.

“Mr. Seresin,” you purred, looking up at him through your lashes, not unlike the way you did on your first date.

“Mrs. Seresin,” he beamed, leaning in for another kiss.

“Honey, you’re making me nervous,” Jake chuckled, watching you bounce around the house, your nervous energy positively infectious. You glanced at him before quickly looking away, fighting back a smile as you scurried about with the laundry on your hip. You had never been good at keeping secrets from him, but he always thought it was cute how you tried.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” you assured him, placing the basket on the coffee table and picking up one of the many articles of clothing bunched together.

“I’m sure there isn’t, sugar,” Jake continued, picking up a t-shirt to help you fold. “But when you’ve been scurrying about the house for two days with that secretive little smirk of yours, it gets a man’s heart pumpin’ and mind racin’.”

You paused in your folding, watching him for a moment before snorting and continuing your task.

“I think you’re being a tad paranoid, babe,” you teased, setting down the t-shirt you had just finished folding. Jake moved to grab another t-shirt, opening his mouth to say something when he stopped. His brow furrowed in confusion as he lifted up a plain, white onesie.

“Is this Michelle’s?” He asked, giving you a questioning look. It wasn’t unusual for you to wash the clothes of your friends’ kids, but last he checked none of them had babies this small. Michelle had had a baby about half a year ago, but the bright, new bundle was already well past the size of the onesie he currently held in his hands. You smirked at him, continuing to fold the laundry.

“You know Michael is too big for that.”

“Then which of your friends has a baby that I don’t know about?”

“You know about all of my friends’ babies, Jake.”

“Is one of your friends expecting again?”

“Not one of my friends, no,” you grinned, waiting for him to catch on. He stared at you for a second, studying you like you would give him the answer. It wasn’t until you gently cupped your own stomach that his eyes went wide and tears kissed his lash line.

“Honey, are you serious?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. You bit at your bottom lip in excitement, a grin breaking out across your face.

“Sweetheart, please tell me you’re serious,” he begged, a smile tugging at the corner of his own lips, a shout escaping from him as you nodded in excitement. He tossed the onesie to the side, crossing the distance between you two to scoop you into his arms. He peppered kisses across your face, giggles breaking out between the two of you.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now, darlin’,” he beamed, cradling your face in his hands. “I’m gonna take such good care of the both of you, I promise.”

He placed another kiss to your lips before dropping to his knees in front of you, gently splaying his hands across your belly.

“And you, little one?” He whispered almost reverently. “I’m gonna be the best daddy to you. Make no mistake about it. You’re not even here yet and you’ve already got me wrapped around your little finger. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you ever, you hear me?”

He placed a kiss to your stomach, peering up at you as he rested his cheek against you, thumb stroking over your shirt.

“You’ve given me the best gift I could have ever asked for,” he murmured, heart so full as he stared up at you.

“It’s too quiet in here,” Jake muttered, leaning back in his recliner. You walked into the living room, handing him a beer with a knowing smile on your face. Jake frowned as you moved to sit on the couch, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto his lap with a grunt as you giggled.

“That’ll happen when your kids move out,” you reminded him with a smile. Your youngest had officially moved off to college a few days prior, and it came as no surprise to you that Jake was not handling the change very well.

Your home had been filled with the constant laughter and chatter of three, beautiful kids for twenty-three years now, and while you were sad to see your kids leave, you were happy to see them grow into the adults they had become. Jake, on the other hand, missed his children terribly.

“They should visit more,” he griped, resting his hand on your thigh, stroking his thumb up and down as you settled into him.

“Jake, they visit almost every week,” you snorted, resting a hand on his chest with a shake of your head. He gave you a look before taking a sip of his beer.

“And it’s not enough,” he retorted with a scowl. You rolled your eyes with a scoff before a smirk overtook your features. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you began to place lingering kisses across his jaw.

“You’re telling me,” you hummed, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, smirk deepening as he shivered, “that you can’t think of any reason as to why having our kids out of the house might be beneficial to the two of us.”

Jake arched a brow at you, turning to look you over as a matching smirk pulled on his lips.

“Dunno, darlin’,” he murmured, maneuvering you so that you straddled him, “might need some convincin’ that it’s a good thing.”

“Well, I can be very persuasive,” you purred, lips moving down to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along the length of his neck. Jake let out a low groan as you found the spot you knew drove him wild, nipping at the skin before laving your tongue over the same spot.

“Oh, I’m well aware, sugar,” he grunted, hands encouraging your hips to roll against his as he threw his head back in a moan. “You managed to get three kids out of me. Despite my protests, might I add. Practically cornered me until I gave you what you wanted.”

You pulled away with a mock glare, Jake whining at the loss of attention.

“I most certainly did not,” you scowled with a raise of an eyebrow. Jake tried to move your hips once more, but you remained unmoved as you glared at him. “In fact, I distinctly remember you begging me for each one of them.”

“Agree to disagree,” he muttered, leaning up to press his lips against yours. You moved to pull back and argue, but Jake held you firmly against him as you giggled into his mouth. His tongue stroked against your own, and your fingers found purchase in his graying locks. You ground down against him, Jake rewarding you with a delicious moan.

“What was that about convincing me that an empty nest is a good thing?” Jake panted, pulling back to look at you. Another grin spread across your face as you moved to stand. Jake stopped you and you looked at him in confusion as he smirked.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” He asked, running his hands up and down the backs of your thighs before gripping your ass with a hearty squeeze.

“The bedroom?” You supplied, amusement clear on your face.

“Thought part of the fun of being an empty nester was that we could do it wherever we wanted?”

You snorted. “The kids still have keys, Jake, and I’d rather not have our kids walk in unexpectedly on us ‘doing it’ as you so eloquently put it.”

Jake’s eyes widened in shock before nodding firmly. Giving your ass a quick swat, he helped you up off his lap before standing, tugging you quickly towards the bedroom.

“I’m confiscating those damn keys the next time they’re over, sugar,” he warned, grinning as you burst into a fit of giggles.

Jake watched from the porch as his grandkids ran around the expansive yard, screaming and giggling in delight as they chased each other. He still remembered the days when his own kids, their parents, would run around and cause mayhem around the house. He chuckled as the youngest, Ryan, toddled after his older cousins, a toothy grin on the toddler’s face.

His children and their spouses all sat by the fire pit, talking and laughing about something or other, just content to be all together once more, and Jake felt a surge of love at seeing his family together again after so long.

“What are you smiling about over here, honey?”

He turned to see you walking over towards him, a cup of tea in hand as you offered him a loving smile. Your hair had long since grayed, now a stunning silver that reminded him of starlight. The wrinkles around your eyes creased as you looked at him, and though he knew you were self conscious about them, prodding at them with your fingers and a scowl every morning, he made no secret of how much he loved them.

“Evidence of the years spent together,” he’d tell you before kissing each one.

Now he held his arm out for you to sidle up against him, aged hands resting on his back as he let out a contented sigh.

“You remember when our kids would run around out here?” He asked you, his own hand smoothing up and down the length of your back as he peered down at you. You turned your gaze to the yard, your eyes holding ardent adoration as you looked at your many grandchildren.

“Oh I remember,” you chuckled, resting your head against his shoulder as you took a sip of your tea. “You’d come in with mud on your shoes and I’d just about kill the lot of you.”

“You loved it,” he snickered, kissing the top of your head as you sighed, looking back up at him.

“I did,” you admitted. “I do miss it sometimes. And, while I love these critters we call grandkids, I’m always happy to ship them back home to their parents.”

Jake laughed at that, his own wrinkles creasing at the sides of his eyes as he squeezed you tighter. The two of you stood in contented silence as you watched the kids wear themselves out. Sarah, your middle child’s youngest, came running up to you with an excited gleam in her green eyes, words coming out in pants as she fought to catch her breath.

“Gramma, can we go look at the photos again?” She asked, clutching at your sweater and bouncing on the tips of her toes. You chuckled, smoothing a weathered hand over her blonde hair.

“Of course we can, my darling,” you cooed, motioning for her to lead the way. You turned back to give Jake a kiss, patting his cheek lovingly before following after the little girl. Jake watched you go, hoping the two of you had many more days like this to come.

“Are you going to go talk to her, or are you just going to keep staring like a creep?”

Jake startled from his daydream, green eyes wide as Phoenix gave him a knowing look. Javy slid into the seat next to him, nudging his shoulder as he took a sip from his to go cup.

“She’s right,” he said, gesturing over to where you sat two tables down, typing away contently at your laptop. “You look like a creep just staring at her like that. What are you doing? Thinking about your whole future together?”

Jake scowled at his best friend, shooting another glare at Phoenix for good measure.

“Don’t you two have something better to talk about?” He groused. Phoenix tapped her chin, pretending to think.

“Nope,” she said finally, popping her lips together as she gave him a grin. “Why don’t you go and introduce yourself?”

“I dunno,” Jake muttered, giving you another glance, his heart stuttering nervously as he took you in once more.

“Since when have you ever been the type to be nervous about talking to a girl?” Phoenix snorted, raising an eyebrow at Javy who just shrugged in return.

“‘m not nervous,” he muttered, fidgeting with his fingers as he glanced back at you once more. “Just don’t want to bother her is all.”

“Oh well,” Javy began, pushing his seat back and moving to stand, “if you’re not interested, then I guess I’ll-”

“Don’t you dare,” Jake snapped, grabbing his best friend’s wrist and standing. Javy gave him a triumphant smirk as Jake sighed, clearly bested. He pursed his lips, sparing his friends another glare before gathering up all of his courage and walking over to where you sat.

“Excuse me,” he said, causing you to jump, eyes wide as you gazed up at him. Jake swore his heart stopped then and there. He flashed you a charming smile, one you happily returned as he gestured to the seat next to you. “Is this seat taken?”

“Not at all,” you smiled, gesturing for him to sit. He did so, leaning forward on the table as he looked at you, nerves still fluttering in his stomach as he got a better look at you. You looked at him curiously as he continued to stare, raising an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat with a sheepish smile, stretching out his hand for you to shake.

“Hi,” he said, noting how soft your hand felt in his as he gave it a squeeze. “I’m Jake.”

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