♡ summary: when an unspeakable truth becomes apparent at work—that you're harming yourself—jack refuses to let the issue slide when he has a private heart-to-heart with you in the women's restroom.
♡ content: angst, hurt/comfort, self-harm, jack tends to your cut & helps redress you in clean scrubs afterward
♡ a/n: requested by anon, ty! |
( PART II )
"Hey," Jack says, lightly bumping his shoulder against your own.
Looking up from a teal-colored clipboard that's filled with various medical forms that you've been busy scrawling patient information across for the last twenty minutes, you turn in his direction. "Hm?"
Bowing his head, Jack scooches closer. "You're bleeding," he whispers before flitting his brown eyes downward, past the counter you both stand at.
With knitted brows, you take a small step back and turn this way and that, assessing each of your legs for obvious stains. When you finally spot it—fresh blood in a horizontal line but a few inches wide, blooming across your inner right pant leg—the blood drains from your face and you break into a cold sweat.
"I—" You shake your head fervently, then stumble back—nearly knocking into an empty gurney when you do so.
He reaches out, ready to steady you, should you fall. "Hey, easy."
Now in a panic, you search for an exit. A path which will lead you to a secluded corner, or hall, or room where you can escape prying eyes as you...clean the evidence of what you've done off of yourself before finally washing it down the drain. "Just... A patient," you explain. You lie. To your attending, no less. "I wasn't paying attention."
You feel like you're going to be sick.
"I'll go change. I'm so sorry."
Before Abbot can so much as formulate a reassuring reply that you've done nothing which warrants an apology, you've already slipped past him, and are headed in the direction of the back hall which houses the machine that contains freshly laundered scrubs.
His jaw flexes as he considers. Your reaction being due to humiliation because the stain is from your period isn't wholly out of the question. But because of how low it is, and in such a neat little line at that, makes it unlikely.
He doesn't want to acknowledge the evident truth that lies obvious before him.
Jack grips the counter of the nurse's station tightly, trying his utmost to convince himself that it's none of his business. His patient the next room over is. But if he didn't want to make you his responsibility, then he shouldn't have spent the last few months cozying up to you. Buying you lunch, walking you to your car once your shift has ended, making easy conversation on your breaks (not to mention him changing to the time of his own to match up with yours).
With a quiet curse, he stomps off in search of you.
The fucking machine is malfunctioning. This can't be happening. Not now. Not to you. Not today. Standing in front of it with nothing to cover your modesty below the waist, you keep shoving your card in to earn yourself a new pair of bottoms, only for it to grant you an angry red display and a loud buzzer-like screech while its screen repeatedly states 'invalid input' instead.
"God, please," you quietly plead—jerking your head every time the sound of tennis shoes near, terrified that someone will see. Because if they do: what comes next? Will you be fired? Involuntarily committed? Be forced into a therapist's office as they dissect your brain to see what's gone wrong with you, specifically?
You can stop any time you choose. You're just not ready to yet.
Just as you've reeled your leg back—ready to kick the damn thing out of sheer spite—Jack quickly jogs to your side before you cost the hospital a couple thousand in repair bills.
"Hold on, hold on," he insists, shooting his arm out in front of you to hold you back before he shoves his own card in, types what must be some special, hidden code, allotted only for important big-shots like himself, and voilà: a new pair of pants are presented to you.
Snatching them away, you turn in the direction of the restroom, wanting to clean yourself up first so you don't soil your new garment, thus sending you back to square one again.
Just as you make to turn, however, you take note of where Jack's line-of-sight is currently stationed: between your legs. Rather, on the one which blood is currently running down and dribbling onto the floor from.
Countless tiny silver slashes are carved into your inner thighs, displayed prominently for him to take fleeting stock of before you finally race past and lock yourself in the women's restroom.
Now spiraling, you sink to the floor and shove your head between your knees. "One. Two. Three—"
An unwelcome knock sounds against the heavy metal door, causing you to jolt in surprise.
"Y/N," Jack starts "Sweetheart, just..." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "You're not hurting yourself in there, are you?"
You tuck your chin in close to your chest and blubber like a child. "No," is your succinct reply. You don't want to have this conversation. Don't want to provide elaborate answers to questions you don't know how to reply to. Or, much more, have no wish to.
He settles his palm over the door handle, but ultimately decides against it. Jack knows you have it locked, so he doesn't want to come off like he's attempting to force his way in. "Y/N, it's just you and me. Can you let me in so that we can talk? Please. Honey, I'm just worr—"
Click.
You figure the longer he stands out there, the more likely a crowd is to gather, curious as to what is transpiring at current. Nevermind that it's nobody's business but your own.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he gathers himself before making entry.
Once the door is shut securely behind him, and the lock pushed into place, he kneels with a groan before plopping down beside you.
"Gettin' old," he mumbles before settling back against the wall you're seated before.
He rolls his head to the side, frowning at the sight of you curled in on yourself. "I'm not gonna ask why. The reasoning can be different for everybody, I guess. But the one thing they all have in common, I'd assume, is feeling like they deserve it. Or...like it's an impulse they can't fight anymore. Maybe you don't want to."
Jack pulls himself closer to you before sliding an arm around your shoulders and tucking you against his side. "Honey, you need to talk to somebody. It's somethin' my therapist deals with. I can give you their number—a business card—whatever you want so that you can get the ball rolling."
You squeeze your eyes shut and lie your cheek atop your bent knee. "I don't know if I can."
He rubs his hand comfortingly against your arm. "What if you cut too deep at some point and hit an artery? There's other ways. Have you tried the ice cube method?"
You shrug. "Couple times."
"And?" He asks.
"It helped. Just...a razor is what I'm used to. Like it's a habit. An...old friend."
"Any friend worth their salt would never do something which would bring harm to you," Jack replies.
You loosen up and spread your legs in front of you, draping your new scrubs atop them before settling your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry that—"
He shakes his head. "Don't apologize. I'd rather know than not. To look after you a bit better, if nothin' else."
You turn and cross your legs, now facing him. "That isn't your—your responsibility, or—"
He taps his own leg with his knuckle, the metal quietly reverberating from the action. "It helps: divulging the darkest parts of yourself to others who get it. So you can have a different perspective. Hear how they got through it so you can gain some hope that you will, too."
Unsure how to even continue, you stand and walk over to the sink. It's one way to cut this conversation short, you're sure.
Once you've wetted a paper towel, you bend over to begin cleaning your wound before applying a fresh Band-Aid from the first aid kit that's mounted beside the soap dispenser.
Until Jack takes the damp towel from you and kneels at your feet. Gently, he wipes away the dried blood which clings to your skin. "You think about doing this again, come to me. If it happens when we aren't here, then call me. I'll come running."
He slides his opposite hand up your calf. "Understand?"
You blink down at him stupidly, now at a loss for words. So you simply nod instead.
"Good." He nods to the first aid kit. "Band-Aid."
Once you've plucked the plastic box from the wall, you hand it to him. If you try unclasping it right now, with the way that your hands are currently trembling, the sterile supplies is likely to scatter across the tile floor.
Once Jack has peeled opened a Band-Aid and spread a small dollop of Neosporin across the absorbent pad, he applies it to your cut. Next, he takes your pants from where they sit on the lip of the sink and holds open the right pant leg for you to step into, followed by the left.
Once he's cinched the waist in the front and tied a pretty little bow, he stands. "I don't want you to worry," he says quietly, running his knuckles down your soft cheek. "What happened today stays between us. Alright?"
You nod yet again, grateful to him. You swipe away budding tears before taking the first aid kit back from him so that it can be returned to its rightful home on the restroom wall. "Thank you."
He wraps his arms around you, and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. "Welcome."
Dean and Sam had always been protective of you, especially the older Winchester. You're Dean's sweet angel. One who could do no wrong and needed to be protected from the every douchy guy that tried to come your way. And due to that, they tend to forget that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.
Summary: Dean and Sam had always been protective of you, especially the older Winchester. You're Dean's sweet angel. One who could do no wrong and needed to be protected from the every douchy guy that tried to come your way. And due to that, they tend to forget that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.
Besides baby, Dean loved you the most in the world. You were his girl. Sam knew this and practically every guy who tried looking at your way. He made it oh so clear you where off limits, and frankly in his mind way out of their league. And even now as you patiently waited for him, he couldn't help but admire you as he brushed his teeth.
His sweet angel.
"Mi vida (my life)," You pulled at your biker shorts. "I'm hungry." He mumbled something, mouth full of toothpaste and you scrunched your eyebrows together, head titled in confusion. "What? I can't understand you." He gave you an amused looked before spitting the toothpaste in the sink.
"I said I'm almost ready." He pointed his toothbrush at you, in a sassy manner. You rolled you eyes at him. "Be patient, my sweet angel." A smiled tugged at your lips when you heard the pet name he called you.
"You said that five minutes ago." You whined, throwing yourself back on the bed. Your arms spread straight across the bed as a sigh left your lips. All you wanted in the moment was some food. "I want something super greasy and sweet."
"You sound just like Dean." You turned your head the side, seeing Sam standing by the door. An amused smile on his lips as he leaned on the door frame. "He's corrupting you in his bad habits." You laughed. Sam had a point on that. The more time you spent with Dean, the more you noticed you had picked up on his habits. His eating habits being one of them, but the only difference is that you ate way more gracefully than he did.
"It's not that bad." You justified, a small laugh leaving your lips. "But if your dear brother takes any longer, I might just ditch you both to get myself some food."
"Hey!" Dean and Sam both said at the same time. You just shrugged, pushing yourself up.
"Chop chop."
"Alright, alright," Dean grabbed his green jacket. "Lets go." You jumped off the bed. A cheer leaving your lips as you kissed his cheek and rushed out. Dean shook his head but took in your outfit. The biker shorts hugged your ass just well, showing off the plumpness. You wore his black hoodie, loving the way it just engulfed you.
"Comida! (Food!)" You hummed, a skip in your step. Sam and Dean looked at each other before shaking their head.
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Dean drove to the usual food joint, the place where you seemed happy with food presented to you. "Let me guess." The sweet older waitress held her notepad as she smiled at you guys. You three were frequent flyers and one of her favorites that would come to the restaurant. "One double bacon cheese burger, extra grease with fries on the side," She pointed at Dean with her pen, shoving the notepad in her apron pocket. "Coffee, black." Her gaze landed on Sam who sat across from Dean. "A salad with a one of the green smoothies." You cringed at the thought of having one of those and she smiled lightly at you. Dean mutter something along like lines with health freak. "And you," She places a hand on her hips, a teasing smile on her lips. " A French toast with some strawberries, two pancakes with chocolate chips and some bananas with a side of hashbrowns, extra crispy." You giggled, guilty with the amount of food you always ordered. "And a smoothie."
"Right on point." Sam chuckled as he handed her the menu.
"Oh and can we get some-" Dean was cut off as she took the menus.
"Some couple slices of apple pie. Oh honey, I know. I'll makes sure to give you guys the freshest slices." You smiled, loving how sweet she was and how she always treated you with such respect.
"Thank you ma'am." You gave her your sweetest smile.
"Of course, sweetheart." She cooed at you. She knew how sweet you were and loved treating you with such love and adoration. You guys watcher her walk away before Dean started up a conversation. He talked about possible cases while Sam looked through the places on his laptop. You knew this was going to happen as you leaned onto Dean's shoulder. Your cheek pressed up against his shoulder as you moved your leg over his knee. Dean smirked, putting a hand over your legs and gave them a light squeeze. It never failed that you would need to be touching him in some way, whether it was grabbing pinkie or his shirt or even tucking you feet under him. His sweet girl needed to have some sense of comfort that he provided.
"You thinking shapeshifter?" You glanced up at Sam, his gaze focused on whatever was in front of him.
"I was thinking more Shōjō." Dean's voice vibrated in your head.
"Those are two completely different things." You mumbled. "And if it's a Shōjō, do we even have a blessed katana?" Sam glanced up at Dean and you pulled back to look at him. "What?"
"I have a place were we can get them." He waved off your concern. A small of course left your lips as you dropped back into his side. Sam just shook his head, going back to the conversation. At this point you just tuned them out, knowing that they would fill you in later.
Some minutes later, the food came and you shifted, moving you legs off of Dean and sat straight. The smell of the food filled your senses as you looked at everything placed in front of you. "Enjoy." The waitress said before going off to another table. You guys thanked her before she got too far and dug in. The first bite of the pancake made you moan as your shoulder dropped. The warm chocolate melted in your mouth and the bananas were sweet. You did you little happy wiggle in your seat as you took another bit. Sam and Dean watched, amused and entertained with the way you expressed yourself.
The conversation between the brothers continued and you ate in silence, only talking when they asked for your opinion or when you just threw in your input. As you took your last bite, you gathered the plates together and lightly nudged Dean. "I need to pee." You said, giving him another nudge. Dean grumbled a bit before sliding out of the booth and letting you out. You wasted no time sliding out and giving him a grateful smile before rushing to the bathroom. When you walked to the bathroom, you could hear the cat call some guys gave you but choose to ignore it. You ignored it because if you acted like you heard it, Dean would know. The way his eyes stayed glued on you until you rounded the corner was enough for you to know he wouldn't hesitate to start some fight if he had to. You ignored it because you didn't want to cause a scene at this dinner. You chose to be the better person. When you finished up, you were walking back to your table only to be stopped.
The person stepped in front of you which almost caused you to run into them. You couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the smell that hit your nose. You could smell the alcohol on them mixed with their body odor. You took a small step back, putting some pace between the two of you as you forced a smile, "Excuse me." You tried to side step him but he took one step to the side blocking you.
"Awie, where you tryin' to run off too sweet little thing?" His voice sounded too high for a man of his looks. His hair was long and greasy looking that you wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't showered in months. You could see the dirt lines on his face and the yellow, slightly rotten, teeth as he flashed you a smile. His eyes taking you in.
"Back to my table." You really didn't want to give sort of entertainment so you kept your answers short.
"How about you get a drink with us instead?" He ticked his head to the side where a friend sat and waited, giving you the same disgusting smirk. "We'll have a great time." He reached out, touching your arm.
"Not interested." You pulled your arm out of his hold getting annoyed and disgusted with the looks they were giving you. His touch only pushed your annoyance further. "Move." He seemed to laugh, as if your words meant nothing to him.
Sam noticed that you had been gone longer than usual as he glanced up, looking for you. When his eyes landed on the man who was hitting on you and the annoyed look on your face. "Dean," He lightly kicked his brother who gave him an annoyed look. "Don't freak out, but," He trialed off off and Dean followed his brother's gaze until they landed on you. He took in the way you tried to make space between you and the man in front of you, The way you tried to move away from him only for the man block you way once again. Dean could see it in your eyes, that you hated this and before he knew it, he was up and coming towards you. Sam following right behind him.
Well,
That was until your patience grew thin and you kneed the man in the balls. The Winchesters stopped, a groan left their lips as Sam winced and Dean's hand moved to hover his own. But that didn't stop you as you grabbed the man by the shoulders, using the fact that he was bent over in pain to your advantage as you kneed him right in the gut. The man groaned in pain as you stepped back and watched him fall on his knees. "Next time someone tells you their not interested, take the hint." You crouched down in front of him, his face red in pain. "Because, the next person will send your face into the fucking dirt, pendejo (bastard)." You pushed yourself up, a happy smile on your face when you dusted your hands off. Your eyes landed on the brothers who stood behind the man, a shocked look on their faces. "Oops?" You shrugged as you stepped past him, hip bumping the asshole so he would fall.
"That's my girl." An impressed smirk pulled at Dean's lips as he watched you tuck yourself into his side. You just smiled up at him as he kissed your hairline.
"Remind me not to piss you off." Sam said, he shook his head.
It was in moments like this, Dean and Sam are reminded that even though you are a sweetheart, you also have it within you to protect yourself.
Summary: Being friends with Jake, you had to deal with his sweet but yet very annoying side of him. Even while he was off at TOP GUN the two of you always made time to talk, and there was always one person who would annoy Jake just about as much as Jake annoyed you. A person who never seemed to miss the chance to flirt with you with the guise of getting under Jake's skin. But what happens when he meets your for the first time?
A/n: thank you for reading Karma guys!! And I really hope you guys love the ending!
You smacked his hand, "You are being so needy." You lightly scolded, a playful tone to your voice.
"You just look so good in this dress." He said loud enough for you to hear as he tugged at the edge of your yellow sundress. "Hard to keep my hands to myself." His hands found their way back to your ass. You just shook your head, not even bothering to stop him anymore as you reached over the counter to get yourself a cup.
"You want one?" You motioned your head to the bottle of whiskey he brought.
"I got my beer." He held up the beer bottle in his hand. You poured yourself some whiskey into the cup and placed some ice. "I thought you weren't drinking." You hummed.
"I wasn't but one drink won't hurt." You had told Bradley that you weren't planning on drinking because you figured everyone else was going to get drunk. Someone needed to be the responsible adult. You glanced outside, seeing everyone conversing. Turning around to face him, he watched you carefully as you leaned back. His hand now on your waist as you brought the amber liquid to your lips. The smokey taste of the liquor danced around your mouth before a slight burn hit the back of your throat as you swallowed.
"You look good." Bradley mumbled as he brought the beer bottle to his lips. "Real good." He licked his lips. "Real fuckable." You raised an eyebrow, a small oh left your lips.
"Rooster," Your head turned to the voice as you looked at Phoenix who poked her head in. "Hurry up. The men are getting impatient."
"Tell him to quite flirting before we let the attack dog on him." You heard Coyote say before the sound of laughter hit your ears. Phoenix smirked as she laughed.
"You heard the man." Bradley just let out a small laugh, as he gave my waist one last squeeze. I knew Phoenix couldn't see it but the look on her face told me she knew about the hidden touch. She moved out of the way as Bradley walked past her, before stepping inside and closing the door. She had a huge smile on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Do I smell love in the air?" She wiggled her eyebrows and you just laughed.
"God," You leaned over the counter. "I have been dying to tell you." A small chuckle left your lips as you dropped your head forward.
"I knew something was different about Bradshaw!" She snapped her fingers and leaned in. "How long has it been going on for? I mean Jake was so happy that you only went on one date with him." I bit my lip and avoided her gaze as I took another sip of my drink.
"It was more than just one before things got serious." She leaned forward, eager to listen and hear everything you had to say about your secret relationship.
"Why didn't you say anything about it!" Her hand smacked your arm and you gave her an offended look. "I mean we all knew he was whipped and utterly obsessed over you, but now it makes sense." You smiled at her last comment, knowing it was true. Whenever you both were alone, Bradley never missed a chance to show how much he cared for you. How much he appreciated you.
He worshipped you.
"Because as much as I love my best friend, I don't need Jake and his attack dog to ruin this for me." You looked at the drink in your hands. The ice that was slowly melting. "I'm happy and I want to enjoy it before Jake decides to make it his job to show me how wrong I am."
"As much of a douche Bagman can be, I truly don't think he would ruin your relationship with Rooster. Not when he sees how much this means to you, besides Rooster isn't a bad man." She gave your wrist a light squeeze. "I mean it would kill him but this is the perfect karma he deserves." She gave you a playful smile and you returned it knowing it was true. "I hate to say this but I don't think we can share every juicy detail your relationship because I will be scarred." You threw your head back, laughing. Little did she knew, you had already shared some bits of your sex life with her. You just figured it would be better to not remind her of it.
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You sat with Penny as you watched the daggers and Maverick while they played dogfight football. You and Penny enjoyed when dogfight football was involved because the two of you would wear your sunglasses as you enjoyed the view in front of you. You didn't have to hide the fact that you are ogling Bradley. Taking in the way each muscle flex with any small movement he made. The sun did wonders, enhancing his sun kissed skin and the sweat the glistened. "You're drooling~" Penny's voice caused you to smile as you glanced over at her.
"I'm not the only one." You scrunched your nose as you playfully nudged her. She laughed as she took in Maverick with a small shrug. Soon Phoenix joined us, sitting down in the sand next to us. A huge sigh left her lips as you passed her a cold water bottle.
"Too much testosterones." She said as she leaned into you and you snorted in response as Penny laughed.
"Quitting already Phoenix?" Jake called out in a taunting manner. You looked over and noticed Payback and Fanboy huddled around Rooster as he said something. Whispering something to them. Whatever he was saying Bob was shaking his head. You frowned, not liking the looks on their face as they patted each other. Payback went to go tell Coyote who laughed and nudged Jake.
"I don't like them whispering amongst each other like little girls." You waved your finger at the group, bringing Phoenix's attention to what was going on.
"They're plotting something." She responded, adjusting herself almost as if she was getting ready to run.
It was as if they knew we caught on because they began to stalk towards us. Not needing to be told anything, You and Phoenix ran off. You both took off on different directions, trying to slip the group and increasing your chances of getting away from whatever they had in mind. "Why are you running ladies?" Coyote called and you didn't dare glance over your shoulder. You never doubted your physical abilities; however, in this moment you didn't know if you were fast enough to out run these group of boys (because at this point that is what they were) running after you.
"Javy," You called out. "Jake, I thought we were friends." You tried to reason, taking a quick glance and seeing Rooster, Coyote, and Jake hot on your heels. A scream left your lips as you pumped your arms so you would run faster.
"Sorry Darlin'," Jake laughed as he noticed you were getting faster. "No hard feelings." You just screamed as you avoided them. It wasn't like you could call Phoenix to help as she was trying her best to avoid Fanboy and Payback. And it's not like you can ask your boyfriend to save you, considering that he was in on this and because you guys were keeping it a secret.
"Bob," You ran past him. "Try stopping them and you'll be my favorite!" You begged.
"Hey!" Bradley and Jake screamed, offended.
"Sorry, Y/n. I'm no help." Bob called out and you were quick to throw the bird at him. You were running out of breath and you felt the way you felt a sharp pain at your side. You were at your limit.
"I give up!" You stopped running, bringing your hands up to show you surrendered. The three men surrounded you, a devious look on his face as they watched you catch your breath. "I give up." Your gaze shifted in between them before they nodded and Bradley was the first one to move. Before you knew it, Bradley held you under your arms and Jake held you under your knees. They carried you closer to the water and you had already accepted your fate. Your fate that you were going to be thrown into the water. You held onto your dress so you wouldn't flash Jake as they swung you.
"One," You closed your eyes. "Two." Your hold on your dress tightened and took a deep breath. "Three." You gasped the moment the coolness of the water surrounded you. Shooting straight up, you tried to wipe the water in your eyes only to instantly regret it. Your mascara was running and it got in your eyes, a slight burning sensation.
"Advert your eyes." You could hear Bradley say, a slight commanding tone in his voice as your rubbed your eyes. You felt your dress being pulled down, a surprised gasp left your lips as your hands shot out. You grasped their arms as you felt them shift you. With the their touches were gentle and the sense of familiarity, you knew who it was as you blinked past the irritation and looked up at Bradley.
"Hey," You hear Jake's voice as Bradley pulled at the front of your dress. Bradley mumbled something about flashing people and you figured he was trying to cover you up. "You're too close." You ignored Jake as you felt Bradley cup your cheeks, making you look up at him as you blinked. "What that-"
"You okay?" He asked as you went back to rub your eyes.
"My mascara went into my eyes." You mumbled as you only were making the irritation worse. Bradley mumbled an I got it. He moved your hands and wiped under your eyes. You closed your eyes and whatever he was doing seemed to help with the pain.
"Better?" He asked as you nodded.
"Oh hell no," Jake's voice drew closer as he began to piece everything together. "Please tell me that you and bird man are together."
"Guess the cat's out of the bag." You mumbled as you looked up at Bradley, goosebumps rasing at your arms.
"Come here." He pulled you to his side and rubbed your arms as walked you out of the water. You could feel the way your dress hugged you skin due to the wet material.
"Now we know why Rooster has been acting like a love drunk idiot." Fanboy exclaimed as he pulled out some cash.
"Pay up." Your gaze landed on Penny and you snorted. The rest of the daggers, excluding Jake and Phoenix, slapped some cash into Penny's hand. "No man looks at a girl like that unless he is infatuated with her." She nodded her head towards the two of you as Bradley handed you his shirt.
"He is fucking whipped." Javy let out a whistle and you looked up at Bradley. His gaze focused on you as he curled your wet hair behind your ear. A soft look in his eyes and his touches lingered as he took you in, rubbing the mascara that was smeared. "Karma really did bite you in the ass." Javy nudged Jake who seemed completely taken back.
"Since when?!" Jake asked and you looked over at him.
"Since the first date." Bradley shrugged as he pulled you into his chest, his chin resting on your head. "She was just too special to let go." You smiled as you leaned into him, soaking up the warmth he provided. As much as Jake wanted to talk some sense into you, he didn't. Not when he took in how Bradley was with you. The way he looked at you. But also because he couldn't ruin the way you practically seemed to glow with happiness.
But he could deal with the idea of you and Bradley together.
simon and reader who has a hard time sleeping (nsfw):
simon wakes up when he hears you turning around, slipping away from his arms.
"go back to sleep love..." he mumbles, his voice deeper than usual, big hands reaching out for your waist, pulling you into his arms again.
"i can't..." you whisper, turning around and burying your face in his chest, a bit sad that you woke him up.
simon knows the drill, he has done this countless times before and he will gladly do it over and over again.
gently, he turns around so your back lays kn the bed, his bulky arms keeping you caged under him. "i'll take care of that lovie, don't worry"
and that night can go different ways, simon pounding you until you are tired, simon esting you out until you pass out, simon using his fingers as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
the list goes on, but when he is done, you are sleeping soundly in his arms, inner thighs soaked, a pretty blush on your cheeks and a soft smile on your lips.
summary: the dagger squad meets hangman's best-kept secret
jake seresin x reader
word count: 1490
warnings: no editing, fluff
a/n: this popped into my head the other night... enjoy! also this gif makes me CHOKE ohmylord
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It wasn’t on purpose. Nights when you and Jake ended up at the same bar were never planned, mostly because your friends from work always wanted to go somewhere downtown, and Jake’s friends from work always wanted to go to the Hard Deck so there was never a chance for the two groups to intersect.
Tonight, however, your friends had enough of hearing about all your nights at the Hard Deck with your fighter pilot husband who drops by work every once and a while with lunch or a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. They decided to venture out to the Hard Deck tonight for your monthly get-together and you weren’t going to miss an opportunity to ogle at your husband from across the bar while he played darts and pool with his Dagger Squad friends who just so happened to be in town visiting.
And that’s exactly where you found yourself on this lovely Friday night. Your friend walked over to your standing table with another drink for you and you thanked her with a smile. She immediately started diving into some workplace gossip, keeping her voice quiet since so many of your colleagues had managed to make it out tonight. You half-listened to her go on how bad the break room refrigerator smelled the other day but your real focus was on Jake who was playing pool with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Bob. He had Bob on his team and you were surprised to see him actually give the man a chance to play without correcting or coaching him.
You knew all about the Dagger Squad, when Jake was first sent out here you followed him, even knowing this wouldn’t be a permanent duty station, and he talked about everyone he was competing against non stop. From the moment he came home after training you were getting a full rundown of the days happening (you were sworn to secrecy of the top secret events, of course). You learned quickly who was who, even if you never got the opportunity to meet them.
After the mission, you were pulling out boxes and getting ready to move what little belongings you brought over to the island when Jake came home and surprised you to your core. He accepted a teaching position here on the North Island and you were staying for the foreseeable future.
You were shocked but over the moon. Jake would be in one spot for at least a couple years and wouldn’t be off on deployments and missions so often. You could start a family and he could actually be there for all of it.
“Hello? Anybody home?” A hand waving in front of your face brought you out of memories and a trance you hadn’t realized you were in. You laughed and smiled at your friend, but not before catching the eye of Phoenix, who totally caught you staring at Jake.
“Sorry, sorry, got a little lost there.” You waved her hand out of your face and took another sip from your drink.
“I’ll say,” she laughed, “I mean, I get it.” Her eyebrows wagged and you laughed heartily, throwing your head back. She was always complimenting your choice of husband and you had to agree with her, he was fine as hell.
“Fuck, I think one of his friends just caught me staring,” you said once the laughter died down.
“Remind me again why he doesn’t tell them about you?”
“It started off as a joke,” you start, “he wanted to see how long it would take one of them to notice, and now it’s just an ongoing bet we have.”
“A bet I am about to win, by the way.” Jake suddenly appears behind you and you’re happy to see him until his words sink in.
“You’re not allowed to interfere!” You point at him and he just laughs.
“No interference, I promise.” He leans on the table you two are standing at and you almost forget about the bet for a second because his green eyes still captivate you even after all this time.
“Well, what are you doing over here then?”
“See now, that’s where it gets interesting because someone caught you looking at me,” he tips his beer over in the direction of his friends, who scatter like chickens when you turn your head to look at them, “and they bet me $20 that I couldn’t walk over here and get your phone number.”
“Hmmm, seems like fair play to me.” Your friend interjects, looking contemplatively between you and your cheating husband.
A noise comes out of your mouth, somewhere between disbelief and betrayal. You only had one month left before the bet was yours and you could claim your prize and now this happens, the perfect opportunity falls right into Jake’s lap.
“Did none of them notice the giant ring on my finger?” You hold up your wedding rings, which glint even in the dim bar lighting and Jake takes your fingers in his hand, bending them towards himself before placing a kiss on your knuckles. You swoon. It’s impossible not to. “Don’t try to distract me, you’re in trouble.”
“Come on darlin’,” His hand fell away from yours but moved slyly around your hip, where it curled around the belt loops of your shorts, and just then, while his face was inching towards yours, your wedding song came on.
“When did this song get added to the jukebox?”
“I may have put in a special request.” His smile did you in. You met him halfway and when your lips met that familiar kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight. Jake pulled away just to smile at you some more before pressing a few quick kisses to your lips. When he backed away enough, you took the chance to look over his shoulder and see what his friends thought.
The entire group was standing around, completely gobsmacked at what just occurred and you could only imagine what was running through their minds.
“After you, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake whispered in your ear. You gave him the best glare you could but he just laughed and grabbed your hand to walk you over to the group of people you already felt like you knew.
Jake chuckled as you got within ear shot. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet someone,” he pulled you under his arm and you automatically slid your own across his back, “this is my wife.” He said it with genuine pride, a stark contrast to his usual cocky tone everyone was used to.
“Wife?” Rooster repeated, dumbfounded.
“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Bradshaw.”
You ignored Jake and introduced yourself to everyone with a quick wave. “It’s nice to finally meet you all.”
There was a beat of silence while you watched everyone process what was happening, but Phoenix broke it with a laugh. “You’ve been holding out on us, Bagman!”
“Yeah, what the hell, man!” Rooster seemed downright offended that Jake would keep such a secret from them and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s not all Jake’s fault,” You come to his defense, “we had a bet going, which I just lost.”
“What bet did you two have?” Bob asked, coming forward to introduce himself to you properly.
You shook his outstretched hand, smiling. “We wanted to see how long it would take for someone to figure out he was married.”
“You… you don’t wear a wedding ring?” Rooster seemed to be having the hardest time with this revelation and it was cracking you up.
Jake pulled his dog tags out from under his shirt, proudly turning them around to display his gold wedding band that perfectly matched the one around your finger. They both belonged to his grandparents and he was so proud to give you his grandmother's band on your wedding day.
Phoenix studied the two of you for a moment, watched the way you started to sway to a song and Jake immediately joined in, watched how his attention always drifted back to you, and how his entire cocky dimenor melted away as soon as you were near.
“So, what’s the story? How did you manage to bag Hangman?” Natasha asked, leaning her hands on the pool cue in front of her.
Jake pretended to be offended. “I’m not that wild.”
You roll your eyes affectionately before diving into the story of how you and Jake met. It was nothing spectacular or anything you would want to make a movie about, but it was a whirlwind romance that ended in the two of you married in the Seresin family’s backyard three summers ago.
When you finished your story, all smiles for your husband, Rooster raised his beer in a toast. “Welcome to the family, Mrs. Seresin.”
Jake couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to let the team in on his best-kept secret, even if he was gonna pay for her losing the bet later on tonight.
Summary: You were Loki's rock. His love, but that was until now. Now he's alone, hoping for this all to be a lie.
A/N: I just wanna apologize in advance, this hurt to write. I highly recommend listening to Where's My Love by SYML as you read!
Cold bones, yeah, that's my love
She hide away, like a ghost
The sound of you laughter resonated throughout the vacant room he stayed in. he momentarily faltered in his breathing as he detected the sound of your voice. "Loki~" His eyes were closed, reluctant to confront the possibility of encountering an unoccupied space, devoid of your presence. "Loki, Mírame. (Look at me.)" The clarity of your voice elicited an emotional response within him as his chest tightened. Gradually opening his forest green eyes, he experienced an involuntary tension throughout his body. There you were, elegantly attired in a green dress that complemented your figure beautifully. Your hair cascaded past your shoulders as you beamed at him.
Oooh, does she know that we bleed the same
Oooh, don't wanna cry, but I break that way
"Y/n?" His voice felt raw, conveying a sense of vulnerability as it faltered. He wanted to reach out for you. To touch you. To feel your warmth. But the fear that shackled him was too much. It was too good to be true. He grasped the armrest on the chair firmly. His nails digging into the wooden before it splintered into his palms. He took in your beauty. The light blush that settled on the apple of you cheeks. The sparkle in your eyes. "You're not real." He mumbled, reminding himself you weren't there. You were......
Cold sheet,oh, where's my love
I am searching high
I'm searching low in the night
Gone.
You titled your head, a smile on your lips as you shook your head. "Did you have a nightmare?" He could hear the slight Spanish accent when you spoke. You leaned against the bed.
Nightmare.
Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know
If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home
Just come home
Yes. A nightmare. This is what it felt like. That he was in an unending nightmare from which there was no escape. He let out a strained, bitter chuckle as he lowered his head. His hair falling around his face. "This isn't real." He repeated, reminding himself of the raw pain this would only bring him if he choose to ignore the truth. If he chose to devolve himself in this blissful hallucination.
I got a fear, oh, in my blood
She was carried up into the clouds, high above
"It's okay." Your voice sounded closer as his head snapped up. You stood right in front of him, within arm's length. You looked very much alive. You reached out, your fingers ghosting over his cheek. "I'm here with you." His eyes fluttered and it was almost as if he could truly feel you touch him. As if he could smell the light vanilla intertwined with a delicate note of spice. He felt the way his resolved slowly began to crumble. "Siempre. (Always.)"
Oooh, if you bleed, I bleed the same
Oooh, if you're scared, I'm on my way
"But you're not." He tightly clasped his hands, with nails digging into his palms. A growing sense of tension developed within chest "You died in my arms." He closed his eyes, and the distressing imagery of you in his embrace, suffering, plagued him. He felt a profound sense of helplessness, lamenting in his inability to provided the assistance you so desperately needed. How tears slipped passed your eyes as you attempted to muster to smile. The poignant moment when you extended a trembling, blood-stained hand to gently touch his cheek. The absence of warmth your body gave off and the fragility of your breaths resonated deeply with him. He could feel the lack of warmth and the way each breath you took was shaky and weak. Ultimately, he remembered the impact of those two significant words that softly escaped your pale lips.
Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know
If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home
"Te amo. (I love you.)" He felt lips press against his forehead and when he looked up, you were gone. He clenched his jaw, the impulse to succumb to his emotions weighted on him; however, a scream left his lips instead as he threw the empty liquor bottle across the room.
"Lair!" He seized the chair in a moment of heightened emotions and threw it. Pain and anger burned through his veins like hot molten lava. "You puny mortal!" He grabbed the glass that contained a small amount of liquor and threw it with force. "Lying to me, Loki of Asgard. A God!" He flipped the table, throwing it against the closet door. His emotional charge didn't stop there. He kept projecting his emotions as he ruined the room. He vented until he couldn't anymore. Until the room was already completely destroyed. His chest heaved with each erratic breath he took as his clenched fist lingered at his sides. "Lair." He said softly, his voice mixing with the silence of the room. He dropped to his knees, glass digging into his knee.
A photo caught his attention, laying clearly in the mess in front of him. He reached out for it, with shaky hands, brushing the debris away as he looked at it. It was a photo of the two of you. You were in the green dress, your hair flowing passed your shoulders. You were tucked under his arm as you smiled widely, nose crinkled from the laughter that you tried to fight back. Your beautiful eyes shone so brightly as you leaned your head into his chest. He remembered this day so clearly. He tried to act annoy with taking a photo to "capture the moment" as you claimed. But he didn't realize that the photo had captured him the way he did. Looking down at you with adoration and love in his forest green eyes. The way the smile at his lips pulled softly at his cheeks or his hand that rested at you hip in a caring manner. The expression on his face conveyed an overwhelming sense of admiration and appreciation, as if you had achieved the remarkable feat of creating celestial bodies.
Then he just broke. Clutching the photo to his chest, he hunched over as the pain took over and he cried. He was heartbroken and the terrible reality settled in. He had lost you. You that had been an ironic blessing in his life full of lies. You who had loved him unconditional and saw him for who he was. Himself. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He cried out, repeating his apology knowing he wouldn't get a response.
Summary: when the daggers are spontaneously relocated in Texas in for a mission and have no where to stay, Jake lets them stay at his place and discover Jake has been keeping a secret from them for a very long time
Paring: Jake Seresin x wife!reader
Word count: 2.09k
“There’s no way Hangman lives here” Bradley scoffed in the passenger seat of the rental car that was trailing behind Jake’s truck.
The daggers had been relocated to Texas for a mission that they all knew very little about. Which would have need all fine and dandy but the order came out of the blue leaving them no time to get their things in order.
Luckily for them Hangman offered his place to let them stay until they got their temporary living situation figured out. Everyone was a little hesitant to agree since it is Hangman we’re talking about but with not much options, they agreed.
What they didn’t expect to see as Bob drove the car into the long drive way was how nice of a house Jake had. Nat thought Bradley thought for sure that he lived in a shack or something.
How wrong he was.
As it turns out in the many years they’ve all known Jake he’s lived on a small ranch isolated by tall trees, not far from the town they just drove through not long ago. The house on the property was a two story home with a wrap around porch and a porch swing near the front door, a garden of flowers all around.
As soon as they all got out of the cars, the first thing Nat ask, just to make sure, “this is your place, bagman?”
“Sure is.”
Without another word Jake strutted his was to the front door, leaving his belongings in the truck with the dagger following after him. He unlocked and busted through the door as quickly as possible, god knows why to the group behind him.
other than Javy who knew exactly why his friend was in such a rush.
“Darlin’, I’m home!” Jake called out into what the others thought was an empty home.
”Who is he talking to?” Bob asked loud enough for the people around him to hear but not for the man of the hour who stood a step into the doorway. Jake crouched to the ground when a golden fluff ball ran into his arm, nearly tackling him to the ground.
Reuben shrugged, ”His dog.”
”Did any of you know he had a dog?” Mickey questioned.
Nat spoke up for everyone, ”Not a clue.”
”I never took him for a dog person,” Javy nearly laughed as he played along.
The group agreed with his statement, all agreeing Jake would be better as a cat person since they all assumed he’d be alone forever after scaring all the women off.
A least that was what they thought until another voice called out from inside the house, ”Jake?”
”Its me. I brought company.”
”I don’t think he was talking to the dog.”
Reuben cursed out his WSO, “no shit, Fanboy.”
”You’re home!”
It was safe to say all the daggers were shocked, jaw dropping shocked when someone joined Jake in the doorway nearly pushing him to the ground with how much force they greeted him. A female someone. A female someone who was now hugging Jake with her face buried in his neck and who happened to be you.
“I'm home,” Jake confirmed, kissing your hairline.
”Definitely not talking to the dog.”
“You’re actually here.” Jake swore he was gonna pass out due to the lack of air with your arms around his shoulders and how tight you were squeezing him but he didn’t mind one bit. Instead he squeezed you back just as tight with his arms wrapped around your middle.
“I’m here.” He spoke against your hair, “gosh, I’ve missed you darlin’.”
“Me too.” You wiggled yourself against him trying to get closer to him than humanly possible to make up for the time you’ve been apart. You only pulled slightly away to place a kiss on his stubbled cheek then his lips and mumbled into them, “I love you Jake.”
“And I love you more,” He of course kissed you back. “Where is she?”
”Napping upstairs.”
You were so caught up in the moment with your husband that you didn’t even notice the crowd behind him until you looked past his shoulder.
“Oh,” you tried to up away from Jake to wave to the group just for him to pull you right back into his arms showering your whole face in kisses. Only when he took a chance to breathe could you get a word out, “Hi.”
The blonde with glasses was the first to wave, “Hi.”
”I didn’t see you guys there,” Jake joked, finally turning his undying attention away from you. Some attention, not all. He turned you around to press your back against his front keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you so you were both facing them.
This man was not going to let you go for the rest of the night, with or without the other Daggers under his roof.
“Everyone, this is my darlin’, my wife.” Jake introduced you to the group you knew so much about and they knew absolutely nothing about you. Everyone seemed to have very different reactions to the news.
”Wife!” You thought Bradley was going to pass out after shrieking so high.
Nat scoffed, ”How did Hangman get married before me.”
But one had a serious lack of reaction to the news. Phoenix asked the man next to her, “How are you not surprised?”
”I’ve known Mrs. Seresin here since Jake and I first got deployed together,” Javy explains.
“And you never told us!”
”Wait! Wait a minute,” Nat stopped the boys from turning against Javy with a moment of realization. “What about all the women you flirt with at Hard Deck?”
Jake seemed to be right for a comment like that because he smiled almost smirked, “you mean the women who flirt with me and in response I tell them all about my gorgeous wife, never leaving the bar with them.”
”actually?”
You almost laughed at the sour look Phoenix made. “Once he showed one of them my picture and called me to talk to her because she wanted to know where I got my hair done.”
Well that was the only time Jake called you as someone was trying to get his number. He’d always call or text after depending on the time at night when they finally left him alone.
Suddenly it dawned on you that you had unexpected company on your front porch in the middle of the day who had been driving and flying all day. “Oh gosh you must all be so exhausted. Come in,” You waved them all in pushing your husband backwards out of the way with your body.
“I'll make you all something to eat.”
Jake took you pushing him as an invitation to struggle you closer, ”No, you don’t have to do that.”
You cracked your neck to look back at him, ”You just drove here from the airport and haven’t eaten in god knows how long. You’re hungry.”
”I'm not hungry,” Jake lied. He couldn’t care less about starving if it meant holding you close.
”Fine. You might not be hungry.” You turned to everyone else who was now in your house taking in their surroundings, “Do y’all want something to eat?”
”God yes,” Bradley praised not caring the murdersom look Jake was giving him behind your back, nothing he wasn’t used to.
”For your cooking I can make myself hungry.”
”Thank you, Javy.”
Jake scoffed at his friend. “You don’t have to slave yourself to make those idiots a feast. They can starve with me.”
“I won't be slaving myself,” you brushed off Jake’s concerns, squeezing out of his hold to lead him to the kitchen for proof. “I already made an apple pie before you showed up. I just have to put it in the oven.”
Lucky the unbaked pie and flower all over the counter was enough to convince him. As you placed the pie in the preheated oven and set the timer, you called out to the group, “can I get you all anything to drink in the meantime?”
After Jake almost had cow over how much you were trying to make your house guest comfortable,everyone gathered in the living room having a civil conversation. One that focused on your relationship with Jake.
You sat next to the blonde man you married years ago, snuggled into his side with your legs in his lap. His one arm was wrapped around your shoulder and his other hand rested on your calf moving up and down as you both got asked another question.
Bob asked, “How did you two meet?”
“My Darlin’ here and I are high school sweethearts.”
Bradley scoffed, “Theres no fucking way you were able to keep a girl that long.”
“Best believe it,” he smirked before warning the man across from him, “Tiny ears, Bradshaw.”
“The dog doesn’t care.”
But Jake wasn’t talking about the dog.
You went on to explain how the two of you met, “I was on the school paper and I had to write a big piece about our football team. With Jake being the captain, we spent a lot of time together and as he says he charmed me.”
“What charm? Bagman is an ass,” Nat jokes.
You laughed, “an ass? He wouldn’t hurt a soul, his mama taught him better than that.” You knew your husband could be an ass when he wanted to but you thought you’d have your fun.
”I did love having my favorite news reporter following me around back then,” Jake peaked the top of your head teasingly.
”You're a news reporter?” Reuben asked.
”was. Now I'm a weather reporter.” You smiled, “living near tornado alley we have lots of shifts in the weather, keeps the job interesting.”
Everyone was far too indulged in the conversation to hear a set of tiny footsteps make their way down the stairs. “Daddy?”
You could have sworn that all the Dagger, minus Jake gave themselves whiplash with how fast they cranked their necks to get a look at the tiny girl peaking from around the corner.
“Hey, munchkin.”
“Daddy!” Your not so baby girl, shrieked still dressed in her teddybear pjs and slipers. You were lucky you moved your legs out of Jake's lap before your daughter bolted into his arms. If it weren’t for Jake protecting himself he would’ve gotten kneed in the groin.
”No way,” Nat gasped.
”I missed you so much, Lottie,” Jake told her as she curled into his chest.
”I missed you too, daddy. Sooo much.”
”Gosh, how long has it been since I’ve been with all my girls?” He thought out loud, placing one of your legs back over his knee.
Charlotte gave Jake a toothy smile, missing the front two. “Three months.
”That’s right and that is far too long.”
”Far too long,” you and your mini you echoed.
“Daddy, who are these people?” Charlotte whispered to Jake. Sadly for her, Charlotte hasn’t yet mastered the skill of whispering and the whole room heard her.
”Everyone, this is Charlotte. Lottie, this is Phoenix, Rooster—“
”Like the bird?”
Bradley finally picked his jaw off the floor, chuckling, “Yes like the bird.”
”Fanboy, Payback, Baby on Board—“
“Bob is fine.”
“Baby on Board and you know Javy.”
“Uncle Javy!” Charlotte lunged out of her fathers arms and into Javys having just noticed then man she’s known her whole life. She was save to avoid moose who was now laying at his parents feet.
”About time my Goddaughter noticed me!” Javy laughed, picking her up “What have you been up to mini Seresin?”
”I drew a picture of me, mommy and daddy and moose in front of the house.”
”You did, I’ve gotta see it.”
”Can I show him, mommy?”
Now that Jake's lap was empty he put your legs back where they were before. ”Of course you can.”
Before Charlotte leaves the room running, she makes her way back to you, peaking at your stomach. “Bye Bean,”
”Why did she kiss your stomach and call it Bean?” Jake asked once she was gone with a raised brow.
“No reason.”
”Really?”
”Nope.” You shook your head.
”Darlin’” The look was giving you felt like he was looking into your soul and you caved. ”I’m pregnant.”
”You’re pregnant?”
”I’m pregnant.” You confirm.
As Jake picked you up off the couch to twirl you around cheering, over it you could still hear ”Are you fucking kidding me.”
Jake reminds Bradley for like the thousandth time that night, ”Tiny ears!”
I love the secret family trope!! With a little twist at the end
Summary: Being friends with Jake, you had to deal with his sweet but yet very annoying side of him. Even while he was off at TOP GUN the two of you always made time to talk, and there was always one person who would annoy Jake just about as much as Jake annoyed you. A person who never seemed to miss the chance to flirt with you with the guise of getting under Jake's skin. But what happens when he meets your for the first time?
Gentle kisses danced on your bare shoulder, stirring your from your slumber as your eyes fluttered open. A smile crept across your lips as you nestled deeper into the pillow, inhaling the familiar scent and savoring the moment. "Good morning." He murmured softly, his voice a soothing melody, as he swept your hair aside and kissed his way along your neck.
"Mornin'." Your eyes closed, letting him shower you with kisses as you yawned. "What time is it?" You turned to face him, still snuggled up against the pillow.
"Nine." He curled a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Sleep well?" His thumb caressed the apples of you cheeks.
"Like a baby." You enjoyed his soft touches as you snuggled closer to him.
"Then I did my job well last night." You pulled back almost shocked at his comment as you took in that shit eating smirk on his lips. And to top it off, he had his eyebrow raised at, you almost tempting you to deny his comment. To deny that he hadn't rocked your world last night.
"Bradley!" You felt you cheeks flushed as he chuckled, pushing you to lay on your back as he kissed your lips. His body settled gently over yours, keeping you trapped under him, with his hand sliding down your side. The only thing standing between him and your bare skin was the wine red sheets.
"No need to deny it, sugar." He teases as he nips as your neck. "The way you kept screaming for my name was enough to tell me I was doing everything right." You let out a laugh, playfully swatting his bare shoulders as you felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin.
"You're annoying." You moved your hands over his shoulders. He propped himself with his arms as he looks down at you, a smile on his lips as his chestnut colored eyes sparkled. Before he could say anything, the sound of your phone ringing interrupted the moment. He reached over and as soon as he saw the photo of you on Jake's back smiling like idiots, he rolled his eyes. You noticed his reaction, almost giggling at the slight annoyance on his face. "Jake?" You asked already knowing the answer.
"Just ignore him." He placed the phone down by the pillow, kissing your lips as a distraction.
"Stop, you know he'll end up barging into my apartment if I don't answer." You half joked. Bradley just sighed as he dropped himself on your bare chest, pouting. You picked up the phone and held it to your ear as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Hello?"
"Rise and shine, Darlin'. You promised to help me with the cooking before everyone showed up at Penny's." A few curse words left your lips. You had completely forgotten that your promised Jake to help him cook for tonight's get together. "You forgot."
"Sorta," You tried to push Bradley off but he didn't nudge. "I got distracted with work." You lied and you could feel the way Bradley shoulder's shook as he chuckled. His hands on your waist as he gave you a light squeeze.
"I thought you had the day off." You could practically hear the wheels turning in Jake's head through the phone.
"I had a half day." You correct. "There was still some things I wanted to get done and I seemed to get a little too into." Another white lie slipped your lips. "But I will see you here in a bit, let me just get ready." You hung up, not waiting for him to say another word.
"Lying to your best friend." The teasing tone in Bradley's voice made you roll your eyes.
"You want me to call him up and tell him how you fucked his best friend last night." You watched him as he moved to sit up. "More like for the past three months." Bradley seemed to contemplate the idea but shook his head. You both knew he'd never hear the end of it. Jake would grill his ass.
"Fair point."
"We should get going. You have to go home and change while I have to go meet him up before tonight." You pushed yourself up, using the cover to cover your bare chest. "Besides, its kinda fun tiptoeing around the daggers." You kissed his lips.
"Only a bit." He says, lips moving against yours as he kisses you.
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"Took you long enough." Jake says as he opens the doors to Penny's bar. You rolled your eyes at him but didn't say anything since it did take you an hour to get here. With some minor distractions on the way.
"How did you convince Penny to let you use the bar?" You tied your hair up as your walked past him.
"I asked her nicely." You scoffed because you didn't doubt that all he did was ask her nicely with that pretty face of his. "Now will you tell me why you look like you got a stick up your ass. Another date headed for the hills?" You shot him a look, giving him an unamused laugh.
"I was late because my date was just too good in bed." You teased, seeing the way he frowned in disgust. "Something you don't know too much about." It took him a while to register the your words before an offended look took over.
"Excuse me, I will have you know they always come back for more." You snorted, as you walked off.
"Keep telling yourself that Jake." You walked into the kitchen of the bar as Jake followed you. It didn't take you guys long to organize the cooking duties as you both began to work, Jake following your every word.
Within a few hours, the food was ready and everyone was showing up with some desserts or drinks. "It smells amazing ,Y/n." Bob greeted you with a soft smile.
"We were worried when Hangman said he was going to be in charge of the food." Phoenix hugged you, a small laugh left your lips as you returned the hug.
"Hey," Jake's voice was right behind you. "I helped." He defended himself and you glanced over your shoulder at him.
"Barely, you had been in charge of cutting the vegetables and taste testing." You watched the smirk pull at his lips.
"Exactly, I helped." Phoenix scoffed as you shook your head.
"Whatever." You waved him off as you took some of the drinks from Coyote's hand. "Please tell me someone brought something besides beer." You looked at the several 12-packs of beers that sat on the bar counter.
"I got whiskey," Your head snapped up as your eyes landed on that very familiar man. He sporting his usual Hawaiian shirt, casually unbuttoned, with a white tee underneath. Sunglasses perched on his nose, and you just knew his eyes were on you as he held the whiskey bottle up, a knowing smile on his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek fighting back your smile.
"Rooster," Phoenix narrowed her eyes at him. "Why is it that you are always the last one to show up." She teased as everyone chuckled.
"It's my grand entrance." He walked over to you all and you had to look away or else your eyes would be trained on him, appreciating his every step. "My signature move." He came next to you, placing the bottle down. Groans left the rest of the daggers as Fanboy mumbled something about him being almost as bad as Bagman. You couldn't help the smile that cracked at your lips at the comment, almost laughing. Your phone buzzed in your butt pocket and you pulled it out, seeing a text message from Penny.
"Penny and Maverick will be running late," You read the text. "Mav forgot the fireworks and the football." You were already typing a response as you looked up, everyone already had a beer bottle in their hands.
"Well let's dig in," Jake shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "The chef here did amazing, besides that fact that she was running late." You glanced at Rooster who gave you a knowing smirk before you rolled your eyes.
"Y/n? Late?" Payback shook his head.
"Was it your date?!" Phoenix asked with wide eyes, almost too eager to get some details. You couldn't help but laugh, knowing that Phoenix will always be your girl for this. Meaning she was going to want the details and sooner or later she'd find out who this date was.
"Yes," You waved her off, not wanting to get too into it with everyone here. Especially with your nosy best friend and his wingman, knowing damn well they would question you until you spilled the beans. "But let's eat. I am famished."
"I wonder why." Phoenix gave you a devious grin, her facing saying it all. You scrunched your nose as you laughed. Everyone one else let out a disgusted cry as they walked to the kitchen. You could feel a hand on the small of your back and you knew it it was. The familiar warmth as his hand moved to the side of your hips, giving you a light squeeze before he walked past you like nothing happened.
Well almost like nothing happened.
You could see the cheesiest grin on his face as he took his sunglasses off and hooked them to the front of his chest.
Summary: Being friends with Jake, you had to deal with his sweet but yet very annoying side of him. Even while he was off at TOP GUN the two of you always made time to talk, and there was always one person who would annoy Jake just about as much as Jake annoyed you. A person who never seemed to miss the chance to flirt with you with the guise of getting under Jake's skin. But what happens when he meets your for the first time?
Gentle kisses danced on your bare shoulder, stirring your from your slumber as your eyes fluttered open. A smile crept across your lips as you nestled deeper into the pillow, inhaling the familiar scent and savoring the moment. "Good morning." He murmured softly, his voice a soothing melody, as he swept your hair aside and kissed his way along your neck.
"Mornin'." Your eyes closed, letting him shower you with kisses as you yawned. "What time is it?" You turned to face him, still snuggled up against the pillow.
"Nine." He curled a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Sleep well?" His thumb caressed the apples of you cheeks.
"Like a baby." You enjoyed his soft touches as you snuggled closer to him.
"Then I did my job well last night." You pulled back almost shocked at his comment as you took in that shit eating smirk on his lips. And to top it off, he had his eyebrow raised at, you almost tempting you to deny his comment. To deny that he hadn't rocked your world last night.
"Bradley!" You felt you cheeks flushed as he chuckled, pushing you to lay on your back as he kissed your lips. His body settled gently over yours, keeping you trapped under him, with his hand sliding down your side. The only thing standing between him and your bare skin was the wine red sheets.
"No need to deny it, sugar." He teases as he nips as your neck. "The way you kept screaming for my name was enough to tell me I was doing everything right." You let out a laugh, playfully swatting his bare shoulders as you felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin.
"You're annoying." You moved your hands over his shoulders. He propped himself with his arms as he looks down at you, a smile on his lips as his chestnut colored eyes sparkled. Before he could say anything, the sound of your phone ringing interrupted the moment. He reached over and as soon as he saw the photo of you on Jake's back smiling like idiots, he rolled his eyes. You noticed his reaction, almost giggling at the slight annoyance on his face. "Jake?" You asked already knowing the answer.
"Just ignore him." He placed the phone down by the pillow, kissing your lips as a distraction.
"Stop, you know he'll end up barging into my apartment if I don't answer." You half joked. Bradley just sighed as he dropped himself on your bare chest, pouting. You picked up the phone and held it to your ear as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Hello?"
"Rise and shine, Darlin'. You promised to help me with the cooking before everyone showed up at Penny's." A few curse words left your lips. You had completely forgotten that your promised Jake to help him cook for tonight's get together. "You forgot."
"Sorta," You tried to push Bradley off but he didn't nudge. "I got distracted with work." You lied and you could feel the way Bradley shoulder's shook as he chuckled. His hands on your waist as he gave you a light squeeze.
"I thought you had the day off." You could practically hear the wheels turning in Jake's head through the phone.
"I had a half day." You correct. "There was still some things I wanted to get done and I seemed to get a little too into." Another white lie slipped your lips. "But I will see you here in a bit, let me just get ready." You hung up, not waiting for him to say another word.
"Lying to your best friend." The teasing tone in Bradley's voice made you roll your eyes.
"You want me to call him up and tell him how you fucked his best friend last night." You watched him as he moved to sit up. "More like for the past three months." Bradley seemed to contemplate the idea but shook his head. You both knew he'd never hear the end of it. Jake would grill his ass.
"Fair point."
"We should get going. You have to go home and change while I have to go meet him up before tonight." You pushed yourself up, using the cover to cover your bare chest. "Besides, its kinda fun tiptoeing around the daggers." You kissed his lips.
"Only a bit." He says, lips moving against yours as he kisses you.
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"Took you long enough." Jake says as he opens the doors to Penny's bar. You rolled your eyes at him but didn't say anything since it did take you an hour to get here. With some minor distractions on the way.
"How did you convince Penny to let you use the bar?" You tied your hair up as your walked past him.
"I asked her nicely." You scoffed because you didn't doubt that all he did was ask her nicely with that pretty face of his. "Now will you tell me why you look like you got a stick up your ass. Another date headed for the hills?" You shot him a look, giving him an unamused laugh.
"I was late because my date was just too good in bed." You teased, seeing the way he frowned in disgust. "Something you don't know too much about." It took him a while to register the your words before an offended look took over.
"Excuse me, I will have you know they always come back for more." You snorted, as you walked off.
"Keep telling yourself that Jake." You walked into the kitchen of the bar as Jake followed you. It didn't take you guys long to organize the cooking duties as you both began to work, Jake following your every word.
Within a few hours, the food was ready and everyone was showing up with some desserts or drinks. "It smells amazing ,Y/n." Bob greeted you with a soft smile.
"We were worried when Hangman said he was going to be in charge of the food." Phoenix hugged you, a small laugh left your lips as you returned the hug.
"Hey," Jake's voice was right behind you. "I helped." He defended himself and you glanced over your shoulder at him.
"Barely, you had been in charge of cutting the vegetables and taste testing." You watched the smirk pull at his lips.
"Exactly, I helped." Phoenix scoffed as you shook your head.
"Whatever." You waved him off as you took some of the drinks from Coyote's hand. "Please tell me someone brought something besides beer." You looked at the several 12-packs of beers that sat on the bar counter.
"I got whiskey," Your head snapped up as your eyes landed on that very familiar man. He sporting his usual Hawaiian shirt, casually unbuttoned, with a white tee underneath. Sunglasses perched on his nose, and you just knew his eyes were on you as he held the whiskey bottle up, a knowing smile on his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek fighting back your smile.
"Rooster," Phoenix narrowed her eyes at him. "Why is it that you are always the last one to show up." She teased as everyone chuckled.
"It's my grand entrance." He walked over to you all and you had to look away or else your eyes would be trained on him, appreciating his every step. "My signature move." He came next to you, placing the bottle down. Groans left the rest of the daggers as Fanboy mumbled something about him being almost as bad as Bagman. You couldn't help the smile that cracked at your lips at the comment, almost laughing. Your phone buzzed in your butt pocket and you pulled it out, seeing a text message from Penny.
"Penny and Maverick will be running late," You read the text. "Mav forgot the fireworks and the football." You were already typing a response as you looked up, everyone already had a beer bottle in their hands.
"Well let's dig in," Jake shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "The chef here did amazing, besides that fact that she was running late." You glanced at Rooster who gave you a knowing smirk before you rolled your eyes.
"Y/n? Late?" Payback shook his head.
"Was it your date?!" Phoenix asked with wide eyes, almost too eager to get some details. You couldn't help but laugh, knowing that Phoenix will always be your girl for this. Meaning she was going to want the details and sooner or later she'd find out who this date was.
"Yes," You waved her off, not wanting to get too into it with everyone here. Especially with your nosy best friend and his wingman, knowing damn well they would question you until you spilled the beans. "But let's eat. I am famished."
"I wonder why." Phoenix gave you a devious grin, her facing saying it all. You scrunched your nose as you laughed. Everyone one else let out a disgusted cry as they walked to the kitchen. You could feel a hand on the small of your back and you knew who it was. The familiar warmth as his hand moved to the side of your hips, giving you a light squeeze before he walked past you like nothing happened.
Well almost like nothing happened.
You could see the cheesiest grin on his face as he took his sunglasses off and hooked them to the front of his chest.
Summary: Being friends with Jake, you had to deal with his sweet but yet very annoying side of him. Even while he was off at TOP GUN the two of you always made time to talk, and there was always one person who would annoy Jake just about as much as Jake annoyed you. A person who never seemed to miss the chance to flirt with you with the guise of getting under Jake's skin. But what happens when he meets your for the first time?
"I'm telling you, Darlin'. He's doing everythin' he can to get under my skin." Jake let out a heavy sigh as you plopped down on your bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, and it was clear how exhausted he was.
"Well, Jake," You smiled at the man, eager to take the opportunity to give him a playful tease. "I told you karma was going to come and bite you in the ass." He narrowed his eyes at you before putting his phone down.
"You think it's all funny but you haven't met Rooster," You shifted under your blanket as you got comfortable. His video call always signaled he was coming home, a little tradition you both started over the years. You knew it was his way of assuring you that he was safe while being away, which was comforting because you always worried about your best friend. Growing up together meant you guys were extremely close. Always stuck to the hip. His mother would joke around saying that you were practically his wife. Both of you recoiled at the thought of it, but your reaction was something Jake lived off. He used the title of wife to annoy you to the point where sometimes he would even scare off the men you tried to date. And each time he did that you would hit him with one day you karma was going to bite him in the ass for all the times he has ruined your dates-- even if the men were shits-- and for the amount of times he got under your skin. "I don't think I can go another day eating the grub here, Darlin'. I might strangle the chef." You laughed.
"Strangling who?" A new voice entered the conversation. A voice that you knew was the source of Jake's complaints but also the source of his entertainment. "Someone finally got a reaction out of you, Bagman?" You didn't have to see Jake's face to know he was rolling his eyes.
"I was talking about how I missed the homecooked meals that I be getting at home. Right Sweetheart?" You raised an eyebrow. Jake did come over to your apartment every once in a while and when he did, you always had a meal cooked. It wasn't for him by no means but for the fact that you enjoyed cooking. It was your source of destressing.
"I think you're talking to the wrong person here, Jake." He peaked his head back into the frame and smiled at you. "I ain't here to cook for you, so don't be asking me. Not after you and Javy ruined my last date, might I add."
"If it's a date you need, I can clear my schedule up for you." Rooster's comment made you smile as Jake shot him a glare.
"You can mess with any other girl, expect my wife." You scoffed. You knew Rooster was joking but that wasn't going to stop you from what you were about to say.
"Bradley, I would love to go on a date with you." Jake snapped his head back at you, you thought he might've pulled a muscle. "You didn't put a ring on it." You held up your left hand and wiggled your fingers.
"I'll text you with a date." The amused voice said.
"I'm hurt." Jake shook his head and you rolled his eyes.
"Good night, Jake."
"Good night, Darlin'." With that you hung up and rolled to your side. You turned off the lamp and the room grew dark. You weren't going to lie, but you were happy to have Jake back after three months. He was your annoying best friend who was also like your brother. It sucked not having him around.
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You stood in the sun, your hand blocking the sun as you scanned the crowd. Jake had texted you that he was coming back today. You had also gotten a text from Rooster telling you to pick out a cute dress because he was gonna take you on a date. You were surprised as you read the message again. You had thought it was a joke. Some playful joke to get a reaction out of Jake. You hadn't expected much and yet here you were. Wearing your favorite light blue floral dress. The slit on the left side fluttered with the wind. The nude heels wrapped around your ankles and you were now regretting the outfit. Saying you were nervous was an understatement as you rocked in your heels. Your hair was up in a cute but messy bun with a few strands that curled around your face. You had a light natural makeup look done with a rosy lipstick. You saw Jake and smiled as you walked over to him. He did a double take, taking in your outfit confused. "Did I miss a special date today, Darlin'?" He placed his bag down and hugged you.
"I got a date." You smiled and returned the hug.
"It better not be with Rooster." A slight warning tone in his voice that you knew was him being protective.
"And if it is?" You pulled back, hands on your hips. You were tempting him to say something. "Let me enjoy myself. I'm grown."
"You're my ride back." He pointed out and you held his keys out to him.
"Well good thing you're a big boy that can drive." You could hear some voices near before a whistle grabbed your attention.
"Well, look at you beautiful." Jake took a step to the side as he looked at the crew that was joining him. His eyes landed on Rooster who didn't hide the fact that he was taking you in. His eyes traveled down your figure before they looked back at you. "I know I said dress cute, but now you have me thinkin' I'm under dressed." The heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. Rooster ignored Jake as he walked to you.
"Thank you." You voice was soft and Jake raised an eyebrow at you. He hadn't seen you this shy since college when you dated that football player he wasn't a fan of.
"No," Rooster shook his head. "Thank you for blessing my eyes with your beauty." You ducked your eyes, feeling your face grow warmer. "Now I see why Jake has been hiding you away. You definitely have broken some hearts." His comment made you laugh and Rooster's smile grew. He was serious about how you looked. In his eyes, you were the perfect example of the beauty that many would use to describe Aphrodite. The dress was lose but yet it hugged you well. It showed enough to for the eye to just imagine what was hidden under there. The slit might be his favorite part as the wind blew against it. You looked stunning right in front of him that he was glad that he was taking you on this date. He had forgotten how this date was meant to get under Jake's skin a bit since he could see how protective he was over you.
"Alrigh', stop." Jake groaned. He looked at Javy and gave him a look to which Javy nodded.
"Y/n," You looked over at Javy with a slight head tilt. One that made Rooster want to comment how cute you looked. How that head tilt made him feel some type of way. "Have I showed you the new addition I added to my car?" You shook your head confused as to why he was telling you this. "Well, come on then." He threw an arm around your shoulder and guided you to his car. The rest of the dagger members looked amused as you glanced back.
"I think we'll follow them." Phoenix said with a huge smirk on her face. The rest of the members trialed behind her as Jake looked at Rooster. Rooster couldn't help the stupid smile on his face as he took in the annoyed look that was painted on Jake's face.
"You break her heart," Jake threatened, "Or I hear that she had the worst night ever, I'm coming after you." Rooster raised an eyebrow at the threat, not one bit phased by it.
"You're worrying too much." Rooster couldn't help but smirk. "I'll be a gentleman."
"Not one tear, Bradshaw, you hear me." Jake said before walking off to where Javy distracted you, showing you the new touch he added to his car.
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You hadn't expected how one simple date at a cute little restaurant would have ended up with the two of you walking on the beach. He was holding your heels in one hand while his other one held your hand. "So you're saying you've known Bagman since he has been in diapers?" Somehow Rooster couldn't wrap his mind around how someone like Jake had a friend like you. You who seemed to be so perfect in his eyes. So nice, caring, and very open. While he had known Jake to be very center of attention, cocky, and even an ass at times.
"I wish I could say I was joking but his momma has plenty of photos of us together in the bath as babies." You scrunched your nose at the thought of the many photos that were stored away in a photo book back home.
"I still can't seem to wrap my head around the idea that someone beautifully sweet has been dealing with someone like Bagman." You let out a small laugh, trying to cover the fact that his words made you blush.
"He's not that bad." You playfully nudged Bradley's shoulder, which earned a laugh that escaped his lips. "I swear! He may be a pain in my ass but he's my best friend. I wouldn't trade him for the world."
"So it seems like I might have some competition." Bradley said, squeezing your hand. You looked up at him, a confused smile on your lips as you slightly titled your head. "Well it sounds like Bagman is your favorite person." He stops walking and you stop too as he moves in front of you.
"Jake?" You shook your head. "I may love him like family, but he definitely isn't my favorite person." Bradley took a step towards you, "I mean he is up there, but definitely not number one."
"So the spots open?" You watched the teasing smile pull at Bradley's lips. The playful glimmer in his chestnut colored eyes. Biting your lip, trying to stop the giggle that wanted to escape you decided to play along.
"Maybe." You shrugged, raising an eyebrow. He seemed to catch onto your playfulness demeanor. He released your hand and moved it up your arm as he closed the gap between you two. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips touch yours. His mustache tickled the skin above your lips but you didn't mind as you leaned into him, trying to deepen the kiss. He rested a hand on your hip and you could feel your heels dangled by your side as you moved your hand up his chest and around his shoulder. His other hand cradled your jaw, angling your head as he kissed you. Your nails scrapped the back of his neck, eliciting a soft groan from him before you gently pulled back. With you chest flushed up against his, you took a moment to catch your beath, eyes closed. As his thumb brushed against your cheek, you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, observing the smirk on his face as he took in every features on your face.
Summary: Where reading a book has you fantasying about Jake and his dog tags as he has his way with you.
Waring: 18+ smut, unprotected, biting
A/n: Thank you @agentorange9595 for the request and the lovely idea! On a side not, I am not good at writing smut, but I hope you like it.
You couldn't help but bite your lip as you read the book in hand, fighting back a smile and the urge to giggle. Jake had been out for training, and you knew he would be back late, so you decided to finish the book you were reading. It was about a grumpy special op who fell in love with this badass sunshine girl. You had cried with the female lead when she learned about the terrible past the male lead had and the torture he went through during his ops. The romance was there, and it was hot. And there were several instances where they had hot, rough, and steamy sex. You had never felt jealous over the sex in the books until now. And it wasn't how the male lead was fucking her nice and slow, taking his time but being rough. No. It was for a simple reason.
That reason was that he was fucking her with his dog tags on.
Yep, the dog tags.
As you finished the sex scene, you let out a small groan. You rubbed your thighs together for some relief before placing the book down. "Pure thoughts." You told yourself, trying to help remove the image of Jake hovering over you, his dog tags hanging from his neck. The way his skin would glisten and how you would just be able to pull him closer by the tags. Another groan left your lips as you pulled the pillow to your face, and a muffled scream left your lips. This was torture. You had never known how deprived you were from the sight of seeing this man fuck you with his dog tags. The need for it. The only issue now was asking this from Jake. Asking him to rail you like no tomorrow so you could still feel him in you for days, and your legs couldn't handle walking. To the point where he would leave bruises on your hips from how hard he'd grip you. Your face flushed at the thought, and you wanted to curse your best friend for ever introducing you to a new world of smut. You pulled out your phone and shot her a quick text.
I hate you so much, but at the same time, I love you for recommending this book to me
10:47
You're welcome, and don't come at me with the innocent act cuz we both know it's just a mask.
10:52
You are anything but innocent, you're just too shy to ask.
10:53
You rolled your eyes at the message but placed your phone on the nightstand. You were almost done with the book and knew you could finish it tonight; however, you were ready to be done with it, so you just placed it on your nightstand. You turned off the lights and got ready for bed. Jake had told you not to wait for him, as you both knew you'd try to stay up until he came home. As you got comfortable, snuggling close to Jake's side, you drifted off and fell asleep quickly.
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Several days passed, and now where you were, holding your drink in your hand. You could see the chain peek out from Jake's naval uniform from where you sat next to Bob and Nat. Lately, your eyes have been drifting to it, and you couldn't help the images that filled your mind as you bit your lip." You okay there?" Nat's voice broke your concentration as you looked at her. A smirk on her lips as she raised an eyebrow. "You look ready to jump him and rip his clothes off." The heat flushed against your skin as you let out a guilty laugh.
"Is it that obvious?" You pressed the back of your hand against your cheek. Nat just laughed and nudged you with her arm as you drank the rest of your drink in one go.
"So much so, but don't worry about any of these meat heads noticing except one." You looked up only to see Jake giving you an amused look, the pool stick in his hands as he took a drink of his beer.
"Oh my gosh," You mumbled. "I think I need another drink." You quickly got up, and Nat followed you.
"Want to tell me what that's all about?" She asked as she hooked her arm with yours as you went to the bar. "Usually, Jake's the one who looks at you like a meal he's ready to devour, not the other way around." This makes your face heat up even more, and the heat between your legs grows.
"Promise not to laugh." You gave her a pleading look as you found two open stools at the bar. She gave you a slight nod as Penny approached you guys.
"What can I get you girls?" She asked with a smile.
"I'm gonna need two shots of tequila." She gave you a look before going to get the shots. Nat had gotten her usual. "I've been reading this book, and it's steamy, Nat." You looked over at her, and a small sigh left your lips. "And when I mean steamy, I mean the girl is bent over while the guy fucks her like he's on heat, leaving marks everywhere. Claiming her and praising her." She raised an eyebrow. "And by no means is that the part that has me like this. Sex with Jake is amazing, but there's one detail in the book that has me running these images in my head, and I can't help it."
"Oh god, please don't talk about sex with him." She scrunched her nose, and you shook her head. Penny came back and placed the drinks in front of you.
"Y/n talking sex?" She joined in the conversation, surprised as well. You weren't one to be open about these conversations.
"No." You shook your head. Taking one of the shots and taking it down in one go. There was a slight burn in the back of your throat as you placed the glass down. "No, I'm not talking about my sex life. All I'm saying is that I wish Jake would keep his dog tags on. The book I'm reading has plagued my mind with the thought of it, and I need it now." You looked at both women, who seemed amused about your confession. "I'm serious here, guys."
"Oh, we know that, honey," Penny patted your hand. "And I think that is why it's entertaining for us." You rolled your eyes and took the next shot; this time, no burning sensation followed.
"It also sounds like you've been deprived of sex for a while." You shot Nat a glare as she snorted. "Like a beast has awoken." You groaned and placed your forehead on the counter.
"I hate you so much." She just laughed, and Pen gave you another shot. You looked at the small shot glass that lay beside you. You rubbed your thighs with a slight whine that left your lips. "I hate ever reading that book even though it's so good! I even saved my favorite parts on it." You pushed yourself up and took the third shot for the night.
Little did you know Jake's eyes had been watching you the entire time. Since the moment he started playing pool with Coyote, he had felt the way you had been looking at him. He felt your eyes burning into him– undressing him– and if he was honest with himself, he enjoyed it. It was rare when you were filled with so much lust and need that you didn't even realize yourself that you were showing it. He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked; however, you would never voice out what you liked. And he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he loved it whenever he would discover something new about you. Just like at this moment, he had a vague idea of why you were acting the way you were. He accidentally stumbled across a book he had seen you read recently. He got curious about what it was about whenever he saw you, as your reactions were entertaining. So when his curiosity got the better side of him, and he opened it on a marked page, he wasn't expecting what he read. It was a lot to take in that he had to stop himself before getting worked up, but also because it hadn't been something he expected. The details were so vividly written. Just thinking about doing what was written to you made him hot as he pulled at the collar of his naval shirt. He could see the flush that dusted your cheeks even from where he stood. Coyote called out his name; Jake ignored him, passing the pool stick to Bob as he stalked toward you. He could hear Phoenix teasing you and Penny laughing, but he didn't care what they said. You had him worked up, and now he needed you, preferably in the comfort of your home. "What you ladies goin' on about?" He drawled, his hand touched your lower back, and he felt you flinch. He rubbed his thumb on your back and felt how you leaned into him. Reacting to his touch like you usually would.
"Nothin', Y/n was telling us a funny story." Nat had an amused look on her face, and you glared at her.
"You don't mind if I steal her from you then?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer as he moved his hand to your waist, pulling you up. You stumbled a bit due to being caught off guard and the alcohol running through your veins. Nat shook her head, and that was all he needed before drawing you out of Hard Deck.
"Jake," You whined when you were out the doors. "I was still drinking." He moved you towards the truck.
"I think you've had enough for the night, Darlin'." You shivered at the sound of his southern accent sounding heavier than usual. "Wanna tell me what has been goin' in that pretty little head of yours?" When you reached his truck, he turned you to face him. His green eyes looked darker, and you didn't know if it was from the night or from the lust that dilated his pupils. His hands were firmly on your waist as he looked down at you. You bit your lower lip as you took him in. He looked beautiful, but the silver chain that caught your attention was sending you overboard. You pushed your hands up his chest as your fingers grazed the chain. He watched you curiously as you pulled his dog tags, freeing them from his shirt. Your fingers play with the chain before they move to the tags. "Is it that book you've been reading?" He asked, and you looked at him with wide eyes. He would see the needy look on your face, the way a pout sat on your lips. He watched the conflict in your eyes before you made up your mind. He felt the pull on his dog tags as he was forced to lower his face to you. His eyes widened, not used to the sudden dominance you were showing.
"I need you to fuck me, Jake." He felt your lips move against his. He felt how his blood seemed to rush through his body and straight to his groin. "I want you to use me, baby." He felt the tightness in his pants. "Fuck me rough. Mark me up." You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "Please," You begged, looking up at him through your lashes. A growl ripped out of Jake's lips, and he gripped your hips tighter. A small whimper left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into your waist. And then it all happened too quickly. He got you in the truck and drove back home.
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You barely made it through the doors when his hands were all over you. He pushed you up against the wall and pressed up against you. You could feel him. How hard he was. A small moan left your lips as he groped your boobs through your shirt. "You did this to yourself." His lips moved against your neck before his teeth sunk into your skin. You let out a small gasp as you gripped his arm, your nails dug into his skin. His name left your lips with a needy cry. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off you before moving to your bra. His fingers traced the lace fabric over your skin, taking in the black color. "Fuck you're so pretty, sunshine." He was tempted to rip your bra. Rip the rest of your clothes, blocking his view of your beautiful body.
"Jake," You gave him a warning tone, already knowing what he was thinking. "You rip my lingerie, and I will cut your dick off." You threatened. He raised an eyebrow as if the temptation was there. He knew you didn't mean it; however, he had ruined a few of your favorite sets.
"Yes, ma'am." He smiled as he lowered himself, placing kisses and allowing his teeth to scrape your skin as he lightly bit you. The goosebumps rose on your skin, and you gripped his hair. Just as he got to the waistband of your jeans, he unbuttoned it. Light feathered kisses on your skin as you threw your head back. He observed you as he slowly pulled your pants down. Your eyes dilated as you looked down at him. He kissed my thighs, and you brought them up, stepping out of your pants. "Look at you," His fingers grazed the front of your black laced underwear. He could feel how wet you were. "All wet for me, and I barely even touched you." He watched as you rocked your hips against his fingers. His other hand gripped your thigh.
"Jake," You whined, needing more. He moved his hands to the back of your knee. Pushing you over his shoulder, he picked you up and marched to your room. A smack echoed in the room, and you felt the burning sensation on your ass. You pushed yourself back up, surprised by his action, while he had a satisfying grin on his lips. He kicked the door open to your room. He didn't even say anything as you dropped him on the bed. You bounced a couple of times as you watched him unbutton his shirt. That look in his eyes made the pit in your stomach flare up. He looked at you like a predator, and you were his prey. He took his shirt off like he was ready to pounce on you, and your eyes racked down his chest. The dog tags hung around his neck and down his chest. You bit your lip as you looked at him, taking in his beauty and how the tags seemed to decorate him. It added to the fuel you had racing through your mind. You moved to your knees, your fingers touching his skin about his waistband as you looked up at him. The doe-eyed look you gave him made Jake groan as he fought the urge to ravage you like the animal he felt. He watched as your fingers undid his pants, your nails scraped his pelvic skin as you pulled his boxers down. He let out a hiss as his cock sprung up and smacked his stomach. You licked your lips as you reached out to grab his throbbing cock. Your thumb ran along the head, rubbing the precum across before you stroked down slowly.
"Fuck," Jake moaned, and you looked at him through your lashes. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as you pumped back up. His face twisted with pleasure before he grabbed your wrist. "Baby, if you keep touching and looking at me like that, I won't last." He pushed the words out, his tumble rubbing the inside of my wrist. "Tonight, it's going to be about you." He pushed you down, hovering over you as he removed your hands. He used his free hand to move your thigh so he could settle in between your legs. He was slightly rocking himself against you before he pulled back. A frown settled on your lips from the lack of contact. He just had a smirk on his lips. "Take it off, or else they're gonna get ripped." He claimed, motioning to your body. He slipped his pants and boxer off completely, and you wasted no time taking off your underwear and bra. You laid back, watching as his hands wrapped around himself and giving himself a few pumps. His eyes looked at you with such hunger it caused the arousal to gather between your thighs. His hands over the head of his cock as you spread your legs open, showcasing your glistening folds. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. He didn't even bother grabbing a condom as he settled between your thighs. He guided the head of his cock, coating it with your arousal. His left hand rested by your hips as he held himself up. Each time his head rubbed against your clothes, you whimpered. Desperately trying to get him in you, you shifted your hips and gripped his wrist.
"Jake, please. I need you." You begged, needing him now. He didn't even deny you as he guided himself to your entrance. He didn't even bother prying your hand off his wrist as he held your hip down. He used his hold on you to slip himself in with a full-force thrust. You gasped, back arched as you felt him stretch you open. He forced himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure as he watched the pleasure on your face. Using both hands on your waist, he pulled out all the way, causing a cry to leave your lips before slamming back in. He did that a couple of times, and each time; your reaction drove him crazy. Your nails dug into his skin as you gripped his arm. He moved down to capture your lips, using his right arm to steady himself. The cool metal touched your skin, and you brought his lower lip between your teeth, biting it lightly. Your teeth dragged against his lower lip as he pulled back, and you felt his left hand grip tightly around your waist; you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't leave bruises. He began to move himself in and out of you; the noise of your skins coming into contact echoed in the room. Moaned curses left your lips as your ankles locked behind him. "Jake- fuck- don't," You squeezed your eyes feeling him hit your sweet spot. "Don't stop, please." He groaned, loving to hear your sweet pleas.
You opened your eyes, and a hazy look of pleasure filled your eyes as your gaze lingered on the dog tags that hung between the both of you. You brought your hand up and lightly tugged on it. Jake felt the way you clenched around him. He slowed down, and you looked up at him, ready to complain. "Is this what has been driving you up the walls, princess?" He raised an eyebrow. When you bit your lip and didn't answer, he rocked his hips before pulling out so the tip of his cock rested in your pussy. "Words. Have you been all needy little thing because you've wanted me to fuck you crazy with my tags?" You whined as he pushed himself in a bit. Even if not being in you was torture, Jake needed to hear you say it. You clenched your walls, trying to get him in you. "What did I say? Use your words." The tone in his voice was demanding. You closed your eyes, lip quivering from the lack of him.
"Jake," You tried to push your hips down, but he held you in place. You knew he wouldn't give you what you needed until you answered him. "Yes," You finally gave in. "I've been wanting you to fuck me with your tags." You looked up at him with hooded lids, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.
"See," He trusted himself in you, and you felt full again with him in you. "That's my good girl. It wasn't hard, was it?" You watched as he spun the tags so they would hang on his back, and he felt you clenched down on him hard. "Fuck," He groaned, using his strength to steady himself. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight so this naughty pussy remembers whose it belongs to." He promised, and you felt yourself tense up, knowing that quote a little too well. He licked his lower lip, a smirk dancing on them. You were in for a long night, and you were screwed. He had read your book, specifically the part you had marked.
Summary: It was a long day at work and all Aaron wanted was to go home.
A/n: Just a cute Aaron fluffy
Aaron had a tough few weeks at work. Being away from you and Jack seemed harder this time around than usual. He didn't know if it was the case or the fact that he seemed to worry endlessly not being around you guys, but he just wanted to be home.
He wanted the comfort of being home.
The comfort of being with you.
Being with Jack.
He just wanted to be home.
“Honey,” Aaron called out, his voice breaking the silence in the house, “Y/n? Jack?” He set his bag on the couch and he loosened his tie, frowning as his hand instinctively hovered over his gun on his hip. The silence felt off; he missed the joyful sounds of you and Jack playing, your laughter ringing through the rooms, or catching you curled up with a book, waiting for him to come home. So when he called out and no one responded, he could only imagine the worse as his heart dropped to his stomach. He couldn’t fathom the thought of something happening to you or Jack. He kept his left hand near his gun, scanning the kitchen before heading upstairs.
His steps were soft as he tried not to make a noise, his eyes darting around looking for any sign of a fight. He could hear his heart beat loudly in his ears as his breathing echoed in his head. The tension thick in the air. His fingers gripped the gun as he unclipped it from the holster before he peeked into Jack’s room. The bed still made, untouched since this morning. He took another cautious step down the hall, approaching the room he shared with you. As he got closer, he could hear soft, muffled voices and noticed a warm glow flickering under the door, he reached for the doorknob.
As he turned the doorknob, he held his breath and shut his eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped inside, his gaze immediately landing on the bed. A wave of relief washed over him as he spotted two familiar figures nestled together. He felt the tension in his shoulder ease as he tucked his guna way. There they were– his beautiful girlfriend and his son, peacefully curled up together. Jack snuggled close to Y/n, who had her arm protectively around him. A soft smile crept onto his lips as he walked over to you, noticing the TV still playing softly in the background. It looked like the two of you had dozed off watching a show. As he neared you, he gently placed a hand on your arm before leaning down to give your temple a sweet kiss. The gentle gesture stirred you awake, and you slowly opened your eyes, letting out a small yawn.
“Aaron?” Sleepiness laced your voice as you reached out for him. He hummed in response as he grabbed your hand and kissed your hand. “When did you come home?” You stretched, being cautious not to disturb the boy dozing next to you.
“Just a few minutes ago.” He sat on the bed, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
“What time is it?” You whispered, using your free hand to wipe away any drool that might have escaped.
“Ten.” He takes in your form as your eyes widen and you glance at the clock that sat on the nightstand next to your side of the bed.
“Mierda. (Shit)” You cursed as you sat up. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.” A yawn left your lips.
“Jack kept you busy?” He asked as he leaned forward, placing a kiss on your lips.
“I mean we did build a fort in the living room.” You giggle softly. “And then we played and he helped me cook.” You glanced down at the five year old by your side, your hand running through his hair. “He wanted to stay awake to tell you good night.” You glanced up at Hotch and you could see his smile falter.
Before you can say anything, a soft voice next causes both your attention to shift, “Dad?”
“Hey buddy,” Aaron’s voice is gentle as he moves his hand from yours and ruffles the boy’s hair.
“You get the bad guy today?” Jack asked as he sat up, leaning into your side as you kissed the top of his head.
“Always.” Hotch said as he observed the way his son naturally gravitated towards you for comfort. Jack beamed at Aaron, as he glanced up at you.
“Told ya your dad would.” You scrunch your nose, lightly bopping his nose as he giggled. A yawn leaves Jack’s lips as he rubs his eyes.
“How about we get you to bed?” Hotch told Jack who nodded.
“Can you tell me a story,” Jack pulls at Y/n’s shirt.
“First one to your bed is a rotten egg.” You said and Jack got up and ran to his room, not giving you a chance to get up. You and Aaron laughed as you took the covers off and got off the bed. You pulled Aaron into a warm embrace, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. He gently rested his hands on your hips, deepening the moment. The kiss would have kept going if it wasn’t for Jack calling your name. When you pulled back from the kiss, you rested your forehead on Aaron’s. “I’ll be back.” You promised, giving him a quick kiss before walking to Jack’s room.
It took maybe about thirty minutes for Jack to fall back asleep. You gently set the book aside and eased yourself off the bed. When you walked out of his room, you noticed the light that came from down the stairs and shook your head, already knowing that Aaron was going to be down there. Making your way down the stairs, you spotted him on the couch, engrossed in some papers. You couldn’t help but smile as you made your way to him, a hand on his shoulder as you walked around the couch. “You’re still working.” You commented as you took a seat next to him.
“Just reading through some files.” He shuffled the papers, almost as if he was trying to keep those unsettling photos under wraps so you wouldn’t catch a glimpse of that ghastly scene. “You should go to sleep, I’m sure you’re exhausted.” You leaned into his shoulder.
“Nothing compared to you.” You tell him, knowing he hadn’t gotten much rest. He doesn’t even bother to argue because deep down, he knows you can always see right through his attempts to pretend he’s not tried.
“I just need to finish this.” He commented, placing the papers down.
“Well, I’ll stay up with you then.” You shrugged. “Or you can just cuddle me while you look through the case files.” He caught your gaze as you flashed that sweet, innocent smile. It was impossible for him to resist you or hold back any affection, and you had a knack for knowing just the right moment to charm him.
“Come here.” He welcomes you with open arms, spreading his legs a little to make space for you. Your smile widened as you climbed into his lap, and he shifted to lay back on the couch, letting you settle comfortably on him. Snuggling under his chin, you rested your knees on either side of his hips while he gently placed a hand on your back. “Comfortable?” His hand rubbed your back and you let out a sigh before nodded.
“Very much so.” He shook his head with a chuckle as he leaned over the coffee table to gather his files. He kept his hand resting gently on your lower back, gliding it up and down. Every now and then, he would move his hand to flip through the pages . “Good night, Amor.” You whispered softly, plating gentle kisses on his neck. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.
He didn’t say anything back, sensing you were drifting off to sleep. As he noticed your breathing calm and steady, a warm feeling of contentment washed over him.
Summary: Where reading a book has you fantasying about Jake and his dog tags as he has his way with you.
Waring: 18+ smut, unprotected, biting
A/n: Thank you @agentorange9595 for the request and the lovely idea! On a side not, I am not good at writing smut, but I hope you like it.
You couldn't help but bite your lip as you read the book in hand, fighting back a smile and the urge to giggle. Jake had been out for training, and you knew he would be back late, so you decided to finish the book you were reading. It was about a grumpy special op who fell in love with this badass sunshine girl. You had cried with the female lead when she learned about the terrible past the male lead had and the torture he went through during his ops. The romance was there, and it was hot. And there were several instances where they had hot, rough, and steamy sex. You had never felt jealous over the sex in the books until now. And it wasn't how the male lead was fucking her nice and slow, taking his time but being rough. No. It was for a simple reason.
That reason was that he was fucking her with his dog tags on.
Yep, the dog tags.
As you finished the sex scene, you let out a small groan. You rubbed your thighs together for some relief before placing the book down. "Pure thoughts." You told yourself, trying to help remove the image of Jake hovering over you, his dog tags hanging from his neck. The way his skin would glisten and how you would just be able to pull him closer by the tags. Another groan left your lips as you pulled the pillow to your face, and a muffled scream left your lips. This was torture. You had never known how deprived you were from the sight of seeing this man fuck you with his dog tags. The need for it. The only issue now was asking this from Jake. Asking him to rail you like no tomorrow so you could still feel him in you for days, and your legs couldn't handle walking. To the point where he would leave bruises on your hips from how hard he'd grip you. Your face flushed at the thought, and you wanted to curse your best friend for ever introducing you to a new world of smut. You pulled out your phone and shot her a quick text.
I hate you so much, but at the same time, I love you for recommending this book to me
10:47
You're welcome, and don't come at me with the innocent act cuz we both know it's just a mask.
10:52
You are anything but innocent, you're just too shy to ask.
10:53
You rolled your eyes at the message but placed your phone on the nightstand. You were almost done with the book and knew you could finish it tonight; however, you were ready to be done with it, so you just placed it on your nightstand. You turned off the lights and got ready for bed. Jake had told you not to wait for him, as you both knew you'd try to stay up until he came home. As you got comfortable, snuggling close to Jake's side, you drifted off and fell asleep quickly.
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Several days passed, and now where you were, holding your drink in your hand. You could see the chain peek out from Jake's naval uniform from where you sat next to Bob and Nat. Lately, your eyes have been drifting to it, and you couldn't help the images that filled your mind as you bit your lip." You okay there?" Nat's voice broke your concentration as you looked at her. A smirk on her lips as she raised an eyebrow. "You look ready to jump him and rip his clothes off." The heat flushed against your skin as you let out a guilty laugh.
"Is it that obvious?" You pressed the back of your hand against your cheek. Nat just laughed and nudged you with her arm as you drank the rest of your drink in one go.
"So much so, but don't worry about any of these meat heads noticing except one." You looked up only to see Jake giving you an amused look, the pool stick in his hands as he took a drink of his beer.
"Oh my gosh," You mumbled. "I think I need another drink." You quickly got up, and Nat followed you.
"Want to tell me what that's all about?" She asked as she hooked her arm with yours as you went to the bar. "Usually, Jake's the one who looks at you like a meal he's ready to devour, not the other way around." This makes your face heat up even more, and the heat between your legs grows.
"Promise not to laugh." You gave her a pleading look as you found two open stools at the bar. She gave you a slight nod as Penny approached you guys.
"What can I get you girls?" She asked with a smile.
"I'm gonna need two shots of tequila." She gave you a look before going to get the shots. Nat had gotten her usual. "I've been reading this book, and it's steamy, Nat." You looked over at her, and a small sigh left your lips. "And when I mean steamy, I mean the girl is bent over while the guy fucks her like he's on heat, leaving marks everywhere. Claiming her and praising her." She raised an eyebrow. "And by no means is that the part that has me like this. Sex with Jake is amazing, but there's one detail in the book that has me running these images in my head, and I can't help it."
"Oh god, please don't talk about sex with him." She scrunched her nose, and you shook her head. Penny came back and placed the drinks in front of you.
"Y/n talking sex?" She joined in the conversation, surprised as well. You weren't one to be open about these conversations.
"No." You shook your head. Taking one of the shots and taking it down in one go. There was a slight burn in the back of your throat as you placed the glass down. "No, I'm not talking about my sex life. All I'm saying is that I wish Jake would keep his dog tags on. The book I'm reading has plagued my mind with the thought of it, and I need it now." You looked at both women, who seemed amused about your confession. "I'm serious here, guys."
"Oh, we know that, honey," Penny patted your hand. "And I think that is why it's entertaining for us." You rolled your eyes and took the next shot; this time, no burning sensation followed.
"It also sounds like you've been deprived of sex for a while." You shot Nat a glare as she snorted. "Like a beast has awoken." You groaned and placed your forehead on the counter.
"I hate you so much." She just laughed, and Pen gave you another shot. You looked at the small shot glass that lay beside you. You rubbed your thighs with a slight whine that left your lips. "I hate ever reading that book even though it's so good! I even saved my favorite parts on it." You pushed yourself up and took the third shot for the night.
Little did you know Jake's eyes had been watching you the entire time. Since the moment he started playing pool with Coyote, he had felt the way you had been looking at him. He felt your eyes burning into him– undressing him– and if he was honest with himself, he enjoyed it. It was rare when you were filled with so much lust and need that you didn't even realize yourself that you were showing it. He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked; however, you would never voice out what you liked. And he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he loved it whenever he would discover something new about you. Just like at this moment, he had a vague idea of why you were acting the way you were. He accidentally stumbled across a book he had seen you read recently. He got curious about what it was about whenever he saw you, as your reactions were entertaining. So when his curiosity got the better side of him, and he opened it on a marked page, he wasn't expecting what he read. It was a lot to take in that he had to stop himself before getting worked up, but also because it hadn't been something he expected. The details were so vividly written. Just thinking about doing what was written to you made him hot as he pulled at the collar of his naval shirt. He could see the flush that dusted your cheeks even from where he stood. Coyote called out his name; Jake ignored him, passing the pool stick to Bob as he stalked toward you. He could hear Phoenix teasing you and Penny laughing, but he didn't care what they said. You had him worked up, and now he needed you, preferably in the comfort of your home. "What you ladies goin' on about?" He drawled, his hand touched your lower back, and he felt you flinch. He rubbed his thumb on your back and felt how you leaned into him. Reacting to his touch like you usually would.
"Nothin', Y/n was telling us a funny story." Nat had an amused look on her face, and you glared at her.
"You don't mind if I steal her from you then?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer as he moved his hand to your waist, pulling you up. You stumbled a bit due to being caught off guard and the alcohol running through your veins. Nat shook her head, and that was all he needed before drawing you out of Hard Deck.
"Jake," You whined when you were out the doors. "I was still drinking." He moved you towards the truck.
"I think you've had enough for the night, Darlin'." You shivered at the sound of his southern accent sounding heavier than usual. "Wanna tell me what has been goin' in that pretty little head of yours?" When you reached his truck, he turned you to face him. His green eyes looked darker, and you didn't know if it was from the night or from the lust that dilated his pupils. His hands were firmly on your waist as he looked down at you. You bit your lower lip as you took him in. He looked beautiful, but the silver chain that caught your attention was sending you overboard. You pushed your hands up his chest as your fingers grazed the chain. He watched you curiously as you pulled his dog tags, freeing them from his shirt. Your fingers play with the chain before they move to the tags. "Is it that book you've been reading?" He asked, and you looked at him with wide eyes. He would see the needy look on your face, the way a pout sat on your lips. He watched the conflict in your eyes before you made up your mind. He felt the pull on his dog tags as he was forced to lower his face to you. His eyes widened, not used to the sudden dominance you were showing.
"I need you to fuck me, Jake." He felt your lips move against his. He felt how his blood seemed to rush through his body and straight to his groin. "I want you to use me, baby." He felt the tightness in his pants. "Fuck me rough. Mark me up." You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "Please," You begged, looking up at him through your lashes. A growl ripped out of Jake's lips, and he gripped your hips tighter. A small whimper left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into your waist. And then it all happened too quickly. He got you in the truck and drove back home.
_____
You barely made it through the doors when his hands were all over you. He pushed you up against the wall and pressed up against you. You could feel him. How hard he was. A small moan left your lips as he groped your boobs through your shirt. "You did this to yourself." His lips moved against your neck before his teeth sunk into your skin. You let out a small gasp as you gripped his arm, your nails dug into his skin. His name left your lips with a needy cry. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off you before moving to your bra. His fingers traced the lace fabric over your skin, taking in the black color. "Fuck you're so pretty, sunshine." He was tempted to rip your bra. Rip the rest of your clothes, blocking his view of your beautiful body.
"Jake," You gave him a warning tone, already knowing what he was thinking. "You rip my lingerie, and I will cut your dick off." You threatened. He raised an eyebrow as if the temptation was there. He knew you didn't mean it; however, he had ruined a few of your favorite sets.
"Yes, ma'am." He smiled as he lowered himself, placing kisses and allowing his teeth to scrape your skin as he lightly bit you. The goosebumps rose on your skin, and you gripped his hair. Just as he got to the waistband of your jeans, he unbuttoned it. Light feathered kisses on your skin as you threw your head back. He observed you as he slowly pulled your pants down. Your eyes dilated as you looked down at him. He kissed my thighs, and you brought them up, stepping out of your pants. "Look at you," His fingers grazed the front of your black laced underwear. He could feel how wet you were. "All wet for me, and I barely even touched you." He watched as you rocked your hips against his fingers. His other hand gripped your thigh.
"Jake," You whined, needing more. He moved his hands to the back of your knee. Pushing you over his shoulder, he picked you up and marched to your room. A smack echoed in the room, and you felt the burning sensation on your ass. You pushed yourself back up, surprised by his action, while he had a satisfying grin on his lips. He kicked the door open to your room. He didn't even say anything as you dropped him on the bed. You bounced a couple of times as you watched him unbutton his shirt. That look in his eyes made the pit in your stomach flare up. He looked at you like a predator, and you were his prey. He took his shirt off like he was ready to pounce on you, and your eyes racked down his chest. The dog tags hung around his neck and down his chest. You bit your lip as you looked at him, taking in his beauty and how the tags seemed to decorate him. It added to the fuel you had racing through your mind. You moved to your knees, your fingers touching his skin about his waistband as you looked up at him. The doe-eyed look you gave him made Jake groan as he fought the urge to ravage you like the animal he felt. He watched as your fingers undid his pants, your nails scraped his pelvic skin as you pulled his boxers down. He let out a hiss as his cock sprung up and smacked his stomach. You licked your lips as you reached out to grab his throbbing cock. Your thumb ran along the head, rubbing the precum across before you stroked down slowly.
"Fuck," Jake moaned, and you looked at him through your lashes. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as you pumped back up. His face twisted with pleasure before he grabbed your wrist. "Baby, if you keep touching and looking at me like that, I won't last." He pushed the words out, his tumble rubbing the inside of my wrist. "Tonight, it's going to be about you." He pushed you down, hovering over you as he removed your hands. He used his free hand to move your thigh so he could settle in between your legs. He was slightly rocking himself against you before he pulled back. A frown settled on your lips from the lack of contact. He just had a smirk on his lips. "Take it off, or else they're gonna get ripped." He claimed, motioning to your body. He slipped his pants and boxer off completely, and you wasted no time taking off your underwear and bra. You laid back, watching as his hands wrapped around himself and giving himself a few pumps. His eyes looked at you with such hunger it caused the arousal to gather between your thighs. His hands over the head of his cock as you spread your legs open, showcasing your glistening folds. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. He didn't even bother grabbing a condom as he settled between your thighs. He guided the head of his cock, coating it with your arousal. His left hand rested by your hips as he held himself up. Each time his head rubbed against your clothes, you whimpered. Desperately trying to get him in you, you shifted your hips and gripped his wrist.
"Jake, please. I need you." You begged, needing him now. He didn't even deny you as he guided himself to your entrance. He didn't even bother prying your hand off his wrist as he held your hip down. He used his hold on you to slip himself in with a full-force thrust. You gasped, back arched as you felt him stretch you open. He forced himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure as he watched the pleasure on your face. Using both hands on your waist, he pulled out all the way, causing a cry to leave your lips before slamming back in. He did that a couple of times, and each time; your reaction drove him crazy. Your nails dug into his skin as you gripped his arm. He moved down to capture your lips, using his right arm to steady himself. The cool metal touched your skin, and you brought his lower lip between your teeth, biting it lightly. Your teeth dragged against his lower lip as he pulled back, and you felt his left hand grip tightly around your waist; you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't leave bruises. He began to move himself in and out of you; the noise of your skins coming into contact echoed in the room. Moaned curses left your lips as your ankles locked behind him. "Jake- fuck- don't," You squeezed your eyes feeling him hit your sweet spot. "Don't stop, please." He groaned, loving to hear your sweet pleas.
You opened your eyes, and a hazy look of pleasure filled your eyes as your gaze lingered on the dog tags that hung between the both of you. You brought your hand up and lightly tugged on it. Jake felt the way you clenched around him. He slowed down, and you looked up at him, ready to complain. "Is this what has been driving you up the walls, princess?" He raised an eyebrow. When you bit your lip and didn't answer, he rocked his hips before pulling out so the tip of his cock rested in your pussy. "Words. Have you been all needy little thing because you've wanted me to fuck you crazy with my tags?" You whined as he pushed himself in a bit. Even if not being in you was torture, Jake needed to hear you say it. You clenched your walls, trying to get him in you. "What did I say? Use your words." The tone in his voice was demanding. You closed your eyes, lip quivering from the lack of him.
"Jake," You tried to push your hips down, but he held you in place. You knew he wouldn't give you what you needed until you answered him. "Yes," You finally gave in. "I've been wanting you to fuck me with your tags." You looked up at him with hooded lids, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.
"See," He trusted himself in you, and you felt full again with him in you. "That's my good girl. It wasn't hard, was it?" You watched as he spun the tags so they would hang on his back, and he felt you clenched down on him hard. "Fuck," He groaned, using his strength to steady himself. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight so this naughty pussy remembers whose it belongs to." He promised, and you felt yourself tense up, knowing that quote a little too well. He licked his lower lip, a smirk dancing on them. You were in for a long night, and you were screwed. He had read your book, specifically the part you had marked.
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