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TOP GUN
bradley 'rooster' bradshaw
never there
jake 'hangman' seresin
the nanny part two part three part four
bob floyd
never there part 2
behind the glass part one
OUTER RANGE
rhett abbott
life goes on
back in town
C O L L A B O R A T I O N S
jake 'hangman' seresin
three's a crowd, unless it's you (18+ MINORS DNI)
collaboration with @cassiemitchell
bradley 'rooster' bradshaw
three's a crowd, unless it's you (18+ MINORS DNI)
collaboration with @cassiemitchell
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pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x fem!reader
characters: jake seresin and reader (little to zero use of 'y/n')
warnings: SMUT, 18+ MDNI, established relationship, porn with little plot, pet names, cock warming, shower sex, unprotected sex, piv sex, mentions of ab riding, jake and reader are switches, light title/rank kink, sexual and emotional intimacy, verbal and nonverbal (but very clear) consent, i think that's all lmk if i missed one!
word count: ~6.1k
a/n: this has been sitting in my wips for years, and i wanted to get something out for valentine's weekend! i hope you enjoy!
summary: after working out the rough work days frustration on your boyfriend, Jake's, abs, you're in the bathroom contemplating about dinner plans and try to consult him. however his disheveled appearance pushes all thoughts of dinner from your mind and all you want is him
As you looked up in the mirror, suds and water ran down your face. Your mascara was smudged under your eyes, but it only took a damp cotton pad to wipe it away. The day had been long, and you were ready to shower, eat, then go to bed with your boyfriend.
Speaking of dinner and your boyfriend, you needed to talk about what you would have and who was cooking it. “Jake,” you called, hoping he could hear you from the living room or wherever he wandered off after you meandered to the bathroom on tired legs. You chuckled as you turned the faucet off and tossed the cotton pads into the trash, hearing Jake run down the hall.
“Yeees?” He cooed as he caught himself in the doorway, not missing the chance to run his eyes up and down your backside before you turned around. He leaned against the doorway as you faced him, crossing his arms over his chest and resting on his shoulder.
You smiled widely at him, shamelessly dragging your eyes over his distressed form. His fluffy hair, flush chest adorned with deeper red scratch marks trailing down the middle. You lingered on his abs, your stomach fluttering at how they still glistened with sweat and arousal from when you used them to get off after walking through the door before.
Jake had caught you staring, not that you bothered to hide it, and smirked as he walked over to you. “You like what you see?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, biting your lip as you turned to the sink to wipe it down. “Always do.”
He chuckled and stood behind you, gripping your hips and dipping his pinkies under the waistband of his shorts you snatched from the pile of clothes he had been folding. “You must really like me today. Barely said hello before ordering me around as you shed your shirt and took your pants off.”
You stood up straight with a teasing smile, pressing back against him as his hips pressed forward. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. You were so complacent, laying on the floor like a good boy while I worked off my frustration with those Greek god abs of yours.”
His growl rumbled against your back, the grips on your hips tightening as he lowered his head into your neck. “Oh,” he rumbled, the sound vibrating down your spine and nearly making you whimper in response. “I enjoyed it. Being a plaything for my girl is one of my favorite things. Though, I was ready for her to ride me ‘til I saw stars.”
Your knees nearly went weak at his accent thickening. He knew what he was doing; you did, too. And you weren’t going to stop him.
Jake’s lips trailed up your neck, nipping at your jaw and ear before inhaling deeply, groaning softly at the scent of your perfume on your pulse point. “You up for round two? We can save water, shower together.”
You giggled, your head falling back onto his shoulder, nipping at his earlobe. All thoughts of supper had been tossed the moment he’d touched you, so what was the harm? “Turn on the water,” you whispered, loving the shiver you pulled from the pilot.
He grinned against your skin, stepping back to turn the water on before returning to you. His hands took their rightful place on your hips as you made eye contact with him in the mirror. “Do I get to top this time? Or are you still in charge?”
One of his hands moved, pulling your gaze to it immediately. You swallowed, nodding, keeping your eyes on it as you tried to find the words. It drifted down, making you suck in a breath-
“Words, baby, I need words.”
“You, you’re in charge, Cowboy. Take me,” you managed in an exhale as his hand disappeared under the waistband.
“Fuck,” he huffed out, his breath fanning across your collarbone as his fingers found your soaked underwear. Your face and chest flushed red, slightly embarrassed but extremely turned on.
His other arm wrapped around your front, holding you upright as he gently bit the shell of your ear. He gently rubbed your clit through your panties, his feather-light touch making you squirm and whimper breathlessly.
“Oh Darlin’, these can’t be comfortable,” his voice dropped, raspy and deep in your ear.
You shook your head, nearly panting. “They aren’t.” They really hadn’t been, but you hadn’t paid them much attention until now.
Jake kissed your jaw as he removed his hand, smiling as you leaned forward to grab the counter. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of both the shorts and your panties, kissing your shoulder before pushing them down your legs.
He helped you step out of them, tossing them blindly toward the laundry basket before biting the flesh of your ass and soothing the sting with a kiss. His lips and tongue marked a trail up your back, stopping to playfully pull at your bra with his teeth.
His hands followed him up, his blunt nails gently scraping up your legs and large palms groping at your thighs and hips.
They ghosted over your waist before undoing your bra clasp in a quick twist and tossing it in the same direction as the other clothing items, and thankfully, you had chosen to go with a strapless bra today. Lips met your neck, kissing and sucking, marking your now sweat-damp skin in purple splotches as you gasped at the feeling of your nipples being exposed to the chilly air of the bathroom.
He gently pulled your headband off, tossing it on the counter as you turned to face him. Before the soft smile can bless your eyes, you grabbed his face and kissed him, desperate to have his lips on yours.
A chuckle rumbled against your mouth as his hand buried itself in your hair, the other pulling the ponytail out and sliding it onto his wrist. He gently massaged away the tension in your scalp as his hips pressed against you, pushing your ass against the counter top.
You let a hand trail down, slow enough to allow him to stop you, but he just smirked and deepened the kiss. Jake’s tongue dragged along yours, moaning as you palmed him through his boxers. You whimpered a little as his pleasure rumbled in your throat before you pulled away.
He looked at you through hooded green eyes as your breath brushed his lips as you panted. “You’re overdressed.” You weren’t whining, but your neediness was evident in your voice.
“You’re so right,” he said, tone bordering condescension but playful as his eyes never left your pouting face.
You bit your lip, tracing the elastic before snapping it against his Adonis belt. “Would you like some help with that?”
“I would love some help. Thank you, Darlin,” he said, dropping his voice to let his accent rumble out of his throat. He couldn’t stop the smirk as your mouth fell open and your brow furrowed as you moaned softly.
God, how you adored his accent.
You lowered yourself to the bathmat, sighing softly as your knees sunk into the padding. Staying high on your knees, you pressed long kisses to his hip bones, peppering little ones to map the space between them. You looked up at him beneath your lashes, pulling a winded growl from his throat.
Excitement fluttered in your stomach, pressing your legs together as he gripped your chin, holding it firmly between his knuckle and thumb. “Don’t keep me waitin’, Sugar.”
Jake smirked as you nodded, immediately tilting your head down to kiss the pad of his thumb and pulling his boxers down to his ankles.
He loved this perspective: you on your knees, looking up at him with a doe-eyed expression as your mouth nearly waters at the sight of his cock. Not to say he didn’t love the others. He loved you at all angles. But other than looking up from between your legs to see you grip the headboard as you pulled his hair, this was his favorite.
Your hands blindly traveled up his legs, squeezing his thighs in comfort before resting on his hips. He had to swallow the groan as you looked up at him, desperation and hunger in your eyes. But you were waiting patiently, your thumbs rubbing back and forth on his hips as you waited for his consent.
It never mattered how deep into a moment you both were; consent was a priority. You and Jake had discussed it in depth when you began to get serious. This was very important to you both.
Jake’s cock was half-hard, but he was aching and needed your attention. He threaded his fingers into your hair, his thumb rubbing the crown of your head as he smiled down at you. “Take what you want, sweet girl.”
Immediately, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, gently squeezing as your other hand moved between your legs. “Jake,” you keened. He gently tugged your hair, pulling a soft yelp from your lips.
“What do you wanna do, Sweetheart?”
He knew what you wanted. He just wanted to hear you say it.
You whimpered, and he watched your throat move as you swallowed. “May I touch myself?”
A pleased groan fell from his lips as he leaned over to grip the counter. “You may. But you’re not allowed to cum.”
Your eager nod would have made him laugh if you hadn’t flattened your tongue on the underside of his dick, drawing a husky sigh from him instead.
The sound went right to your core, pulling the knot in your stomach tighter. You always loved how vocal Jake was. Top or bottom, he always lets his pretty sounds reach your ears. Whether they’re whiny pleas or raspy praises, occasional degrading if you asked, he made sure you heard them.
Gently kissing the tip of his cock, you hummed at the taste of him. “Yes, sir.” The title drew another groan from the pilot as he twitched in your hand, and his abs tensed in restraint. You giggled, biting your lip as you ran your middle and ring finger through your folds, gathering just enough of your arousal to coat your hand.
Bringing your hand back up, you wrapped your kiss-bitten lips around his tip as you wrapped your slick-covered fingers around his shaft. You watched his jaw clench through slightly hazy eyes as he realized what you had done.
“Oh, fuck, Honey. That’s fucking hot,” he swore, feeling the silky stickiness of your desire coat his dick as you pumped your fist. Your eyes fluttered closed at his praise, and your tongue swirled around his tip.
A gentle tug on your hair made you open your eyes again, looking up at him as you took more of him into your mouth. You moaned around his cock as you tasted yourself mixed with the precum lingering on your tongue.
Jake’s grip on your hair tightened as he clenched his jaw. He relinquished his grip on the counter to brush your cheek, “Good girl.” The hand gripping your hair served more as an anchor rather than a guide, keeping your head angled up so Jake could watch your face as you sucked his cock.
“You -fuck- you treat me so well, Darlin’.” He continued to praise through gritted teeth as he held back the urge to fuck your face. A drawn-out swear left Jake’s throat with a low groan as his head dropped back, his eyes squeezing shut to control himself.
Humming around him, you seized the opportunity to take his length fully. You relaxed your throat as your nose pressed against his pubic bone.
Jake’s knees nearly buckled when you swallowed around him, his hips bucking forward for a split second. “Shit, Baby, give a guy a warning,” he huffed, raking his unkempt hair out of his face as his flushed chest moved with his panting breaths.
You sat back, taking him out of your mouth to catch your breath. You grinned up at him, a small giggle escaping at the sight in front of you. You loved how you could render him a mess even when he was in charge.
Before you could speak or enjoy the weight of him on your tongue again, he pulled you to your feet. He pressed you against the counter, the hand not in your hair roaming your body.
“Let’s get in the shower, Sweetheart. You’ve had a long day, and it’s ready,” he whispered against your lips as he let go of your hair. You hadn’t noticed until now that the heat on your skin wasn’t just from you being hot and bothered by the man in front of you but also the steam rolling out of the shower.
You nodded and moved past him to get in the shower, earning a playful smack to your ass as he followed you – sliding the door closed behind him.
Wincing at the temperature, you quickly adjusted it before facing your boyfriend. As you did, you caught him sitting on the built-in seat. You arched a brow, chuckling as you let the water run over your shoulders. He patted his thigh, grinning up at you.
“C’mon, take a seat, Darlin’.”
You brought a hand up to your mouth, unsuccessfully stifling your laugh. But it didn’t matter, as he was laughing with you – his smile making his eyes crinkle in triumph.
Something about intimacy with Jake was just so… different. Like right now, you were laughing. But the tension, the desire, never faded. If anything, it was amplified – because you were so comfortable with him. Sex wasn’t always so serious with Jake, unlike other partners. You could laugh and moan in the same breath, not worried about running the moment. Sometimes, his goal was to make you laugh, to have you burying your face in his neck as you giggled.
Stepping forward, you let your hand trail over his shoulders, giggling as he flexes a little under your touch. Your smile never fades as you tilt his chin to look at you. “You’re so silly, Lieutenant.”
He let his large hands come up to encase your waist in a soft grip, his eyes twinkling at the compliment.
Your other hand braced itself on the unoccupied shoulder, keeping you steady as he guided you into his lap. Thankfully, you lucked out with a shower just wide enough that your knees slotted into the space on either side of his thighs. Though, your feet and ankles had to rest just behind your butt above his knees.
“This doesn’t hurt, does it?” He asked softly, adjusting his position out of habit. His pupils were blown out, and the sliver of his pasture-green eyes no doubt mirrored his patience to be inside you. But your comfort always came first.
You shook your head, “A little uncomfortable, but I don’t think we’ll be sitting like this for too terribly long.” Your hands moved to the sides of his neck, thumbs grazing the stubble growing in on his jaw and gently scratching the back of his neck.
“That’s the hope, Sweetheart,” he confirmed, his breath dancing on your neck and jaw at this angle. The rasp in his voice went straight to your pussy, and you clenched around nothing before pressing your lips to his.
He moaned against your lips as he positioned you over his cock, hesitating in order to check for consent to continue. You only deepened the kiss, lowering your hips on your own to get your answer across.
He hummed and took the reins, gripping your waist as he lowered you onto his cock.
You pulled back from the kiss. Soft whimpers and tiny pants left your lips as he stretched you. A shuttered moan left your throat as the back of your thighs met the tops of his. “Oh my… fuck, Jake.”
A gentle smile spread across his lips as they kissed down your neck, and he felt your voice vibrate against them.
He took his time, placing languid kisses on your neck and shoulders. His lips detoured across your chest, nipping at the skin and chasing water droplets with his tongue. Warm hands caressed the curves of your body his lips couldn’t reach. He knew the map of your figure like he knew the blueprint of his jet, expertly pressing buttons and flipping switches to make you purr for him.
His lips trailed up, nipping at your jaw before kissing the corner of your lips and chuckling playfully as you chased him for a proper one.
“Now, now,” he hummed, his palms trailing up to rest flat on your shoulder blades. “We’re gonna stay right here, like this, until we get your hair washed. Think you can handle it?”
You pressed your forehead to his, your nails gently running through the short hair at the back of his head. A whimper tumbled from your lips as you nodded against him, a hum of agreement.
He smiled and pecked your lips before helping you lean back. His hands splayed out on your back for support. You tipped your head back just a bit farther, letting the warm water soak your hair and trickle down your face.
The slight change in angle made your stomach lurch, and a soft squeak left your lips. The sound elicited a smirk from the man holding you before his hips shifted.
“O-oh shit,” you moaned softly, followed by a whine as you squeezed his shoulders. “You ass.”
He chuckled, helping you sit up straighter. “I was just shifting to get comfy,” he said, the smirk still on his lips as he slotted them over yours.
You rolled your eyes, pulling back from the kiss. “Yeah, sure. We’ll go with that.” He chuckled and squeezed your hips, leaving a fleeting kiss on your lips as you sat up on your knees to grab your shampoo.
Jake hissed a little as he gripped your hips to steady you. “Shit, baby.”
You sank back down, biting your lip to hold back the moan as you giggled at him. “I was just getting my shampoo.”
He gave you a look, pinching your thigh as he took the bottle from you. “Little minx.”
Giggling, you held your palms out for him to give you a dollop of shampoo. But he just shook his head, pushing your hands down as he opened the bottle.
“Nope, I’m washing your hair. You just gotta sit there and look pretty.”
You smiled and gently ran your nails up his torso, brushing his nipples lightly before resting your forearms on his shoulders. “I think I can manage that.” He grinned at you, pecking your lips before squirting shampoo into his palm.
It was a little awkward if you had to be honest. Warming his cock while he did his best to work the shampoo into your roots. But it felt nice. His strong fingers massaging your scalp, being nestled against him in the warmth of the shower.
You let your eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping your lips, lost in the bliss of the moment.
A gentle press on the back of your head guided you forward, suds slipping over your shoulder before lips caressed yours. You smiled into the kiss, your nails dancing up his back and into his hair.
Jake’s other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to him as his tongue swiped across your lips. The action pulled a desperate whimper from you as your hips rolled forward against his. A groan rumbled against your lips as he fought to keep himself still underneath you.
He pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted. “As much as I love this-” He swallowed, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. “-we need to move a little faster. Please.”
You giggled, brushing your nose against his before pulling back. “Yes, sir,” you purred, letting the title roll off your tongue to remind him that he was in charge.
The hand in your hair moved down and across your back, wrapping around your ribs to keep you steady as you leaned back. As you rinsed your hair, massaging it in a bit more than he had, he placed long, exploring kisses to your sternum. His hips shifted, body leaning forward to allow you to comfortably lean back without the fear of falling. Not that you ever were afraid; Jake had you. He always had you.
Your stomach fluttered, a warmth spreading from your gut to the rest of your body as Jake indulged himself. Kissing all over your sternum, mapping out the new planes of your torso that he hadn’t had access to earlier, his lips dipped into the valley between your breasts before going over the peaks.
A soft moan slipped from your lips as you let a hand card through his short hair, the other gently ridding your hair of excess water. He kissed a trail up your chest to your neck, his nose bumping your jaw.
“I know the next step is conditioner, but Sweets, I can’t wait anymore.”
You leaned down, a dangerously sweet smile on your face as your lips hovered over his. “Then don’t.”
A low groan vibrated against your lips before he devoured you in a kiss, nipping and licking into your mouth. You welcomed him eagerly, your own impatience mounting with every swipe of his tongue before he pulled back with your bottom lip between his teeth.
Jake’s heavy breaths fanned across your cheek as he brushed your nose with his. “I’m gonna stand. Do you need to get up?”
You swallowed, shaking your head. “I think I’m alright.” He nodded and pressed a kiss to your nose before adjusting his grip. You wrapped your arms around his neck, securing you to his front, as both of his hands moved down – one supporting your ass and the other gripping your thigh.
You leaned forward a little, lifting your hips enough to give him room. A shaky sigh left your lips, a whimper following it as your walls fluttered around him with the motion. Your face buried itself in his shoulder, bracing yourself as he stood up. You knew the transition wasn’t going to be completely comfortable.
Grunting a little, Jake stood up carefully, kissing the juncture of your shoulder and neck as you bit down on his shoulder. A soft cry hit his ear, and he squeezed the flesh of your thigh in response. “I know, I’m here. I got ya, Darlin,” he soothed as your legs wrapped around him, ankles hooking at his lower back.
He pressed you against the wall, using it to support you as he turned the water off. He looked back at you, chuckling at your quizzical look as he adjusted you.
“What? California’s in a drought.”
You snorted, leaning forward on his shoulder as you both laughed. Your smile widened at the sound of his laugh, looking up at his side profile to catch the way his eyes crinkled in the corners as he did.
You giggled, pressing tender kisses along the taught muscles of his shoulders. His laugh rumbled against your lips as you trailed up his neck to his jaw, nipping at it before leaning back to look at him.
Your index finger traced the hinge of his jaw, crooking to drag your knuckle across his chin as you admired him.
The gentle touch drew his gaze back to you. His eyes opened, smile softening as he looked at you. He hummed thoughtfully, sighing deeply before he surged forward, claiming your lips with his.
It was passionate and hungry. A gentle dominance only Jake seemed to find the balance in. He could pick you apart with fleeting touches only to devour you like a man starved.
You could feel his nose scrunch, his teeth baring into the kiss as he gripped your thigh. His other hand slid up the wall, forearm pressing against it as his hip rolled up – pushing himself deeper into you.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped, pulling back from the kiss.
Jake groaned deeply, his chin tucking into his chest before falling back. “Shit, Sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.” Despite the desperate rasp of his words, he made no effort to continue thrusting yet.
A small whine left your lips and your hips rolled down instinctively, wanting more. You leaned forward, cradling the back of his head to bring him to you and press your foreheads together. You both stayed like that, breath mingling between your bodies until one of you spoke.
“Jake, I need you to move.” Your voice was hushed but dripping with want. “Please.”
A grin split his features, and he let out a gravelly chuckle, “As you wish.”
He looked down, gaze moving to where you were connected as he drew his hips back. With your legs wrapped tightly around him, his range of movement was limited but he would make it work. He always did.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice husky and low.
You followed his eyes, watching, and feeling, the slow drag of his cock as he pulled out. "Oh god, Jake," you whimper. Your heels pressed into his back, your cunt fluttering around what was still inside you. You pant softly, trying to catch your breath. "Your cock is perfect."
His jaw clenched as he grunted at the praise, hips tensing with restraint. A gravely chuckle falling from his lips as the hand on the wall moved to rest on your ribs, thumb rubbing back and forth. "Honey, I'm trying to make gentle love to you, and you're makin' it difficult to do that."
A shiver ran up your spine at the deep drawl, accent think as his eyes met yours. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you slowly brought your hand down, dipping into the contours of the muscles of his shoulders. "Mmm, I'm sorry, Love. Do your thing."
He nodded, humming in approval as he leaned in, "Thank you, Darlin'." His lips connected with yours, hips following suit to meet yours as he gripped your thigh.
The surprised yelp you let out was muffled as he moaned against your mouth before your head fell back against the wall. Jake's eyes followed you, torn between watching your breasts bounce with his thrusts or your throat move with the moans he's drew from you.
"Keep makin' those sounds for me, pretty girl," he rasped out, adjusting the angle of his hips slightly, pulling a gasping moan from you. "Yeah, that's it. Tell me good you feel, Sweetheart."
Your nails dug into the muscles of his back as you arch yours. "Fuck! So good, s'good, baby," you managed, gripping him tightly.
Jake trailed his lips over your shoulders and neck, the kisses sloppy and wet as he kept his pace controlled. Your moans and whimpers vibrated against his lips before they reached his ears, his hips faltering in their rhythm ever so slightly as your sounds wear down his resolve. He paused on your pulse point, letting your heartbeat thrum against his lips.
The slow pace was torturous, dragging you to the edge and holding you there as you tried to run to the end. Your thighs were shaking, aching for a blissful finish. Whimpering, you pulled him even closer with your trembling legs. Your palm was flat against the back of his head, heels pressing into the small of his back as you began to roll your hips.
"O-oooh fuck, Jake!"
A broken, high pitched moan fell from your lips and he bit down hard on your shoulder, soothing it with his tongue and a soft chuckle. But despite your attempts for more friction, Jake kept his pace.
He smirked against your skin as his voice rumbles from his throat. "I know, Darlin'. I know."
His hands trailed across your skin, leaving a new fire in their wake. The hand on your thigh blindly groped and squeezed whatever it could reach, keeping that leg supported on his hip at the same time. However, the hand on your ribs had a plan. It moved up, cupping and kneading at the breast closest to it. He massaged you, his thumb brushing over your nipple occasionally before he ducked his head and wrapped his lips around it.
His name fell from your lips in short, airy pants as you tugged his hair and continued to grind down on him. Kisses marked his path across your chest, his hand not far behind, as he nipped and sucked at your other breast.
The hand detoured, moving up to rest against the front of your throat. Not squeezing, just resting. But you leaned into it, giving him the permission to tighten his grip a bit.
A groan met your ears as his hips snapped forward, pulling a gasp from you again.
Jake slowly moved his hand to cup your jaw, his thumb gently pressing against your parted lips but not invading your mouth. You swiped your tongue over the pad of his thumb, before letting it fall onto it. Your head bobbed lazily, hollowing your cheeks around the digit as you swirled your tongue around it.
His breath caught in his throat as he looked up at you. "Shit," he grunted, gripping your thigh harder. He nipped at the lobe of your ear as he pressed deeper and harder into you.
You mewled around his thumb, hips grinding harder and faster on him, attempting to work his cock faster than it was working you.
Hot breath fanned on your neck as he moaned with you. "I'm close, Sweetheart. M'real close." He pulled back to look at you again, his thumb pressing onto your tongue to open your mouth. You obeyed, playfully biting the tip.
He huffed, his brow pinching together as you giggled. He pulled you forward and removing his thumb from your mouth before replacing it with his tongue.
Being distracted by his mouth, you barely felt the feather light touch as Jake's hand moved down to where you were connected. His thumb found your clit with ease, pressing down on the bundle of nerves and rubbing tight circles.
Your mouth fell open, a strangled and surprised moan pushing from your throat as fire licks in your stomach. Your pants and curses brushed across Jake's lips as his jaw clench, teeth grinding together, as you clenched around him.
He finally began fucking up into you, picking up his paced as he neared his own climax. His thrusts punched moans out of you and you found coherent sentences difficult to form. The circles on your clit were pulling the knot in your stomach tight, pulling you to the finish line with your lover.
Jake pressed his forehead against yours, drinking in the sounds you were making. "M'right there, Sugar. I know you are, too. Cum with me, baby." His eyes met yours, watching you closely, "Let go, Sweetheart. I'll catch you. C'mon." He gently brushed your nose with his.
A whimper fell from your lips before your head thumped back against the tile, legs shaking and pulling him close. Your nails dragged across his back as you brought a hand to grip his shoulder. The hand in his hair scraped down the back of his neck, leaving angry red trails on his skin. He dipped forward, pressing kisses to your damp skin, feeling your chest and throat rumble with the long low moans that echoed off the walls.
His hips faltered, the rigorous new pace grinding to a halt as he came with you. He buried his face into your chest, unpinning his hand from between you to brace against the wall and hold you both up.
He gently rolled his hips again, working you through the aftershocks of your orgasm slowly before coming to a complete stop.
Your short breaths fanned across his forehead as your slightly shaky hands moved to cradle his jaw and tilt his head up to look at you. Jake's eyes met yours and all you could do was smile, words failing you in the moment — but you didn't need them anyway.
Both of you leaned in, resting your foreheads against each other as you both caught your breath, basking in the afterglow.
With a gentle peck to your nose, Jake carefully moved, pulling out of you but not pulling away. The hand on the wall slipped into the curve of your back, holding you against him to keep you warm. You smiled and buried your face in his neck, weakly trying to wrap your legs around him tighter.
He smiled, kissing the side of your head as he rubbed your side.
"You okay?"
His voice was soft and raspy as he gently broke the silence.
You hummed and nodded, still trembling slightly from the intensity and overstimulation from your second orgasm of this afternoon. You kissed his shoulder, fingers tracing over the read welts on his skin that you left behind. "I'm sorry about your back," you mumbled softly. "They'll sting when you sweat." You turned a bit, angling your head to look at his profile.
Jake chuckled, and you could see his eyes crinkle in the corner. "I'll survive, Honey. Plus, I like the reminder."
You rolled your eyes, swatting his shoulder as you leaned back to look him in the eyes. You bring your hands up to cradle his jaw, your fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You're something else, Jake Seresin. A babbling bottom one minute and a doting top the next." He smiles wide and you mirror it, your thumbs gently rubbing the hinge of his jaw. "You make my head spin."
He squeezes your thigh, brushing his nose against yours again. "I live to please."
"And you are living life to the fullest," you giggle before pressing a kiss to his chin and then his nose.
A gentle, tired hum left his lips before he kissed you, lowering you to the ground slowly before holding the nape of your neck and pulling you close with the arm still wrapped around you.
This time the kiss isn't rushed. It's not hot and heavy like before. It's languid, deep, almost tired, as the air around you began to rapidly cool.
He pulled away first, pecking your lips a few times before moving back a step. His chest moved slowly to keep from panting in your face.
"You're shivering, Darlin'. Let's get you warmed up," he said softly as he reached to turn the water back on.
You nodded, now realizing the goosebumps covering your thighs aren't just a reaction to the fleeting touches of your partner. You wrapped your arms around Jake, nestling close and not moving. He radiated warmth and his strong gentleness created a safe place, a peaceful place, that you needed. And it was a place you never wanted to leave.
He kissed your head and reached over, grabbing your conditioner. "It could be a minute. Should give you long enough to let it sit before rinsing." He felt your smile and nod, hearing the soft 'yeah' as you nuzzled his chest.
He smiled, getting the right amount of conditioner before working it carefully into your ends — staying away from your roots as best he could. He scrunched it a bit before carefully twisting it up into a lose bun to get it off your back and shoulders.
Your stomach flipped and your smile widened. You rambled about your hair routine one time on the phone with your best friend and he'd been in the room. That was back when you got together, it gave you butterflies to know he remember.
You cuddled closer, shivering a bit as the chill settled in.
"You okay?" Jake asked softly after a few minutes.
"Hmm, mhm," you nodded again, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. "Just trying be close and leech all the warmth from you."
He hummed and kissed the top of your head, trying you wrap himself around more before reaching over to feel the water.
Feeling that it was warm enough now, he carefully walked you back to be under the water.
You hummed as the water hit your back, the muscles relaxing a bit.
Without saying anything, he carefully pulled your hair out of the bun, putting the hair tie on his wrist again. He gently ran his fingers through the strands, working it smooth as the warm water washed the product away.
It was very soothing. The calming silence almost lulled you to sleep as his motions massaged your head and his heartbeat sang in your ears.
You decided not to break it, melting into your boyfriend as he took care of you.
You could talk about dinner later.
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A Crash Course to Kendrick's Super Bowl Performance, from a Black Woman
Note: this does NOT go in depth into all of the song's lyrics. I don't have time to recount two decades of his discography. This is just a summary of the performance itself.
Let's start with the first visual we get:
UNCLE SAM - most notably recognized from WWII American wartime propaganda, Uncle Sam is the personification of American patriotism and freedom. The term "uncle" is also evocative of Uncle Tom from Uncle Tom's Cabin, an abolitionist book that aided in inciting the Civil War. Uncle is also a very common term (both endearment and derogatory) towards Black men (eg. "unc"). Samuel L Jackson was fantastic.
Uncle Sam also resembles a circus ringleader, notable for my next point:
THE GREAT AMERICAN GAME - no, not Super Bowl. The GAG is us the people being pitted against each other: through late-stage capitalism, through the culture war, through class warfare, through being built of the backs of slaves. We are all players in the GAG because none of us on this site were the oligarchs seated at the inauguration.
This is also seen as Kendrick's stage was a Play Station controller. Not only did it remind of circus rings visually, but it was a game battle stage. The Great American Game is a battle royale of the commoners for the amusement of the rich whites.
Remember the foods / Them color was tin and brown / But now they 100 and blue - For this I'll just say, look what the last election said about lowering the price of eggs... and look at the prices now.
The revolution about to be televised / You picked the right time / But the wrong guy - Election 2024 once more.
THE FLAG DANCERS - yes, the dancers formed the US flag... off of the backs of Black people. Not a single white person in sight, and that's true of the cotton pickers in the fields. Plantations are part of how the US came to economic prominence after being a "backwater" colony. Remember tobacco? Cotton? Our bloodlines do.
The red and blue dancers are also notable for representing the Crips and Bloods, two infamous street gangs. The dance in Not Like Us is the Crip Walk. I recommend researching more on your own time about them, but just know they are a large part of the stereotype of Black people being "ghetto."
TOO LOUD, TOO RECKLESS, TOO GHETTO. Do you really know how to play the game? - This is exactly what Black people, especially Black men, get told all the time. It's why we change our names on resumes if they sound "too Black." It's why we codeswitch in non-Black company. This is especially rich considering how non-Black people love our culture and love to make money off of us, as the latter part of the quote points to. And it's even more profound during the Super Bowl-- the NFL is majority Black players.
STREET LIGHT A CAPELLA -- "thug" stereotype dancers to counteract the a capella connotations, with Uncle Sam then saying that Kendrick figured out "bringing other street guys around being a culture cheat code." Yes, this is a direct hit at Drake (listen to "Not Like Us") but also politically. Look up "model minority". Notably I would point to Candace Owens, or the Miami Venezuelan political group that's been in the news recently, especially as this directly led to Kendrick being surrounded by...
DANCERS IN WHITE -- it's white America. That's... that's the allegory.
NOT LIKE US TEASER -- Kendrick says "Not Like Us" is "their favorite song." -> he means white people specifically here. It comes after he's surrounded by all white dancers, the women around him who are his call and response are also in white (my opinion, they represent the industry). He's saying "Not Like Us" is the favorite of yts because it is about BLACK MEN FIGHTING. This again is reflected in the video game stage and ringleader Uncle Sam.
SZA -- instead of giving what they want, we see SZA. She's one of Drake's exes and Kendrick has always supported her.
ALL THE STARS -- This was in the first Black Panther movie, which I recommend you watch. Rest in Power Chadwick. Notably, this movie was incredibly mainstream as a major Marvel movie, and then we have Uncle Sam say...
"THAT'S WHAT AMERICA WANTS: NICE AND CALM. DON'T MESS THIS UP" -- translation: Marvel (the industry, America, etc.) wanted a safe, semi-pop song because white American likes safe pop songs, not Kendrick's usual heavy rap style about his life as a Black man! Don't mess up what you've got going mainstream for having this "Black rap feud" with Drake, who is an R&B model minority to white people because he's safe.
So what does Kendrick say?
IT'S A CULTURAL DIVIDE / IMMA GET IT ON THE FLOOR -- He was warned not to be political or apologetically Black for this Super Bowl performance, but he is using this big stage opportunity to speak out.
40 ACRES AND A MULE / THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE MUSIC -- 40 acres and a mule are what the freed slaves were promised. Instead, this land went to white sharecroppers. Research Jim Crow laws.
THEY TRIED TO RIG THE GAME / BUT YOU CAN'T FAKE INFLUENCE -- rig the election, rig the industry like with model minority Drake, rig the Great American Game with culture war to distract from active class warfare.
NOT LIKE US -- the only thing I'll mention because it made me holler is Serena Williams crip walking on Drake's metaphorical grave. She's another one of his exes.
TURN THE TV OFF -- exactly like he said! The TV is a distraction, the Super Bowl is a distraction, the mainstream news is often a distraction. Turn it off and get with your people!
GAME OVER — could not see this on my stream but at the end of the performance, the lights in the stadium spelled this out. The world is watching, America…
In conclusion, Kendrick Lamar is a visionary and thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
I think one big reason why we don't consider the stars as important as before (not even pop-astrology anymore cares about the stars or the sky on itself, just the signs deprived of context) is because of light pollution.
For most of human history the sky looked between 1-3, 4 at most. And then all of a sudden with electrification it was gone (I'm lucky if I get 6 in my small city). The first time I saw the Milky Way fully as a kid was a spiritual experience, I was almost scared on how BRIGHT it was, it felt like someone was looking back at me. You don't get that at all with modern light pollution.
When most people talk about stargazing nowadays they think about watching about a couple of bright dots. The stars are really, really not like that. The unpolluted night sky is a festival of fireworks. There is nothing like it.
I went to Kenya when I was 16. We stayed out in the bush with some locals and they took us to a clearing at night- in my memory I remember it as being 1-2am but realistically it was probably 10pm at the latest - and it was literally so dark you couldn't see someone standing beside you and the sky was just like number 1 on the chart. just beautiful. I think that's where my love for the night sky came from
