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A/N: Thanks friends, for this lovely image that invaded my brain and wouldn't let go until it was done. @lorebite I blame this on you.
Warnings: Smut (P in V), teasing, praise kink, guns (not in a sexual way), instructor/student kinda? They are both legal obviously. Outdoor sex, oh boy this got way spicier than I originally thought it would be.
Word Count: 3,600
“Come on, Y/N. Wouldn’t wanna be late for class,” Dad says with an overexaggerated wink, pulling the door open like it weighs nothing. I roll my eyes, following him into what looks like a photography studio. My eyes scan across all of the baby pictures around the room, and I look at my dad, concern filling my eyes.
“Relax. The instructor borrows the space from his sister. She’s a newborn photographer.” I release a sigh I didn’t know I was holding as I trail behind my dad. “Jason fucking Kolchek, look at you.” He says, and he reaches forward to hug a man I have never met before. The arms that go around him are tan, and it’s hard to miss the tattoo that draws my attention, resting on his forearm like a painting. He’s taller than dad, only by a little, but enough to see the grey of a baseball cap covering up what looks to be dark brown hair. They pull back, and as the man speaks, butterflies erupt from my stomach at his deeply accented voice.
“It’s been a long time Captain L/N. How are ya?” He says, and I don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling.
“I’m alright. Renewing this damn permit,” my dad says with a laugh, before moving to the side, gesturing to me. “And helping my daughter get hers finalized.” The moment my eyes meet Jason’s, I feel a gasp leave my throat. He’s got the cutest pair of dimples that are poking holes in his cheeks, and his pink lips are pulled back in a tender smile. His brown eyes catch the light as he moves forward, offering me a hand to shake, and they catch the small slit of sunlight filtering through a crack in the blinds and his eyes light up like the color of amber whiskey. I snap myself back into reality and reach out, gripping his hand in mine and he gives it a firm but gentle shake.
“Pleasure to meet you,” I thought just listening to his accent was great, but hearing it directed at me? Fuck. He releases my hand, dropping it back to rest on his hip casually before continuing. “Your dad showed the whole unit pictures of when you graduated, he was so proud of you.” Dad gives guilty smile before speaking.
“Gonna run to the bathroom. Be right back hon.” My fingers curl around themselves, anxiety spiking at my dad leaving me with the handsome man, whose gorgeous brown eyes are still trained on me.
“He only showed us cause of proud he was, honestly.” Covering for my dad now too? I chuckle nervously again, a small smile pulling at my lips.
“So any entire unit of marines saw me at 22 in that awful cap and gown?”
“Nah, I think you looked cute.” He admits, his eyes not leaving mine. I feel the red rush across my cheeks and nose, and the words catch in my throat. I let out a small cough, in a futile attempt to free them, my embarrassed smile hiding behind my closed fist. “I’m Jason Kolchek, by the way.”
“Y/N L/N,” I mutter, about to say more when my father walks back up, definitely taking notice of my bright red cheeks.
“You over here embarrassing my daughter, LT?” He jokes, clapping his hand down on Jason’s shoulder.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Captain,” now it’s his turn to be a little embarrassed, a light dusting of red flashing on his own cheeks, giving me a glimpse of the light freckles that also rest there. “Alright, I got a class to run. Why don’t you take your daughter and find a seat?” He’s the instructor? Oh, fuck me.
*****
After 4 hours of listening to Jason speak, answering questions with his drawl and small smiles, I feel like I need a change of underwear. He’s been sending me little winks and picking on me for questions, mischief all but glowing in his eyes, and I am pretty sure even dad has taken note, nudging me on the elbow when Jason calls on me and I was too lost in thought to notice. Jason wraps up, asking again, for the billionth time, what the basic rules of gun safety are. His brown orbs land on me, a sly smirk forming on his face.
“Ms. L/N. What are the 4 basic rules of gun safety?” He crosses his arms over his broad chest, pulling the dark green marine corps shirt taunt over his pecs. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I answer.
“1, Always treat a gun as if it’s loaded, 2, always point it away from people, 3, keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire, and 4, always be aware of your target and what’s behind it.”
“Good.” He says, and his smile reaches his eyes as he moves on; my brain still locked on the sultry deep ‘good’. The image of him, his arms on either side of my head, his hot breath hitting my ear as he mutters ‘you are so good for me, baby’ invades my mind and it takes everything in me to not drop my head to the desk and shove my hands down the front of my jeans.
Like a bucket of ice cold water, my dad places his hand on my shoulder, yanking me out of my fantasies rather abruptly. I look up at him, his eyes sparkling the same color as mine and I feel red wash over my face again.
“This is the fun part, kiddo.”
“The… fun part?” I ask, lust giving way to confusion.
“Now we hit the range.”
*****
We’re each being called in, one by one, and I wait in- what feels like- agonizing slow motion. Jason steps out, calling my dad’s name, and dad stands, squeezing my shoulder tenderly as he walks into the range. I replay his words in my mind, anxiety spiking as I realize I am the last one still waiting here. ‘It’ll be easy, Y/N. 20-30 rounds from 15 feet. He’ll just wanna make sure you know how to safely fire, reload, and fire off some more.’ I wish his words brought me some comfort. I sit in silence for a few more moments before I hear my name fall from Jason’s lips and see my dad shoot me thumbs up as he walks back toward me. I stand on shaky legs, walking toward Jason, who’s got a hand resting on the door frame to the range. My dad slips his safety glasses onto my nose, and places the noise cancelling headphones over my ears, and I adjust them so that they sit comfortably as I walk toward the marine. He gives me a sweet smile, stepping to the side so I can slip past him. He lifts a single finger, gesturing to the range, before opening the second door and walking toward the first stall. His hand lands on the small of my back, and I am sure my face pales so it appears that I’ve just seen a ghost. I sneak a glance at Jason and notice a small smirk on his features. Fucker knows the reaction he’s drawing out of me.
“I want you to unload the whole clip into the target, then reload, and then unload that clip as well, that okay?” I nod my head quickly, my motions feeling heavy and robotic. “I need to hear you say it, Ms. L/N.” His words are yelled, but because of the headphones, it feels more like a dull purr directly into my ears. I can’t help but imagine those words in a very different context.
“Yes, sir.” I respond, my voice shaking. Has it been too long since I last got laid? It hasn’t been that long, has it? He nods, the tiniest of smirks still on his face, and it takes all my strength not to roll my eyes at the way he seems to love the effect he’s having on me. He places the gun in my small hands, well, small compared to his, and I press my finger to the grip on the side of the trigger, my palms resting on the back and pushing on the safety there. I raise the gun, aiming down the sights at the black target, hoping to hell I can get closer to the little white circle in the middle than the white on the outsides. I move my finger to the trigger and take a small breath before squeezing the trigger, just enough for the gun to fire, and I feel my eyes blink closed in response. I hit the paper, but nowhere on the body of the fake paper man. I squeeze again. Now that I know how the recoil feels, I don’t need to close my eyes. I tell myself, and I manage to keep my eyes open as I fire off the remaining 17 shots before I drop my arms, pointing the nose of the gun into the wooden surface in front of us. I watch as Jason flips a switch, bringing the target to us so he can lean over and pull it off, examining how I did. He looks at me, almost, impressed, before he speaks again, reigniting the heat in my core.
“Good job, sweetheart. Now I want you to reload the gun, that clip right there is full, and then fire off that whole clip.”
“Yes, sir,” the words come without hesitation this time, and I notice Jason’s eyebrows shoot up, practically into his hairline, before I turn away, pulling the empty clip out of the gun before sliding the full one back in. I rack the shot, pulling the top of the gun back until it clicks, and I know it’s loaded and ready to fire. I glance up as the target slides back again, returning to 15 feet like it was before, before aiming and rapidly firing off the whole clip. The anxiety coursing through my veins is enough to make me want to get the hell out of this damn shooting range, and I set the gun down on the table, facing away from us, before I look at Jason, panic beginning to set in as he brings the target forward again.
“So Lieutenant, did I pass?” I ask, the heel of my sneakers bouncing up and down on the concrete. His chocolate brown eyes land on me and I see, rather than hear, a chuckle leave his chest.
“You sure as shit did. I’d work on your form, you had a couple clusters here and there that you’ll be able to fix by doin’ that, otherwise, you did pretty fuckin’ well.” He hands me the paper, and I hesitate for a moment, before deciding fuck it.
“Maybe you could show me.” Jason has the balls to look surprised for a split second before his eyes narrow, almost as if he’s gauging if I’m genuine. He must decide that I am, but he frowns, his lips pulling back in an annoyed grimace.
“I have somewhere I gotta be tonight, but how about I get your number, and then I can fix your,” he sends a wink my direction, laughing as my cheeks break out in a flood of pink. “Form.”
“Okay.”
*****
“Sorry, it’s not much, but it’s home.” Jason says, dropping his keys on the hard granite counter. I thought he was only going to be interested in one thing from me, but he took me to dinner, acting exactly like the perfect gentleman all evening. He told me he lives on a plot of land with his buddy Nick, who my dad presumably also knows, and they have a homemade shooting range in their backyard.
Jason slips his button down off his shoulders, leaving him in a tightly fitting white cotton shirt, throwing the discarded fabric over one of the high top chairs that is pressed against the counter, and I rip my eyes away from his figure as he turns back to me. His hands land on his hips and he shoots me that deadly smirk again before he speaks.
“Wanna go fire off a couple shots, baby doll?”
*****
The gun presses into my palms again, and I return to my stance as Jason watches me like a hawk. I fire off a shot before his hands graze my lower back and I gasp at the contact.
“Relax those arms, doll. You’re too tense.” His fingers wrap around my elbows, and the heat radiating from him presses into my back forces a shaky breath to leave my lips. Jason tugs lightly on my arms, dropping them just enough that I have a bit more freedom to shift them up and down. His voice is directly behind my neck as he speaks again, and I feel his warm breath travel straight from my neck into my already throbbing center. “Squeeze the trigger, babe.” And I do. The shot hits the target dead fucking center. “Good job, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” The words hit my ear, his lips grazing the shell and I set the gun down on the little plastic table as a strangled moan falls from my lips. My head tips back, landing softly on Jason’s shoulder, and his mouth presses a hot kiss to my pulse point. Another soft groan releases, and it’s almost impossible to miss the smirk against the skin.
“Jason, I thought we were shooting?” The words are mumbled, barely audible as he continues laving my neck with kisses and gentle nibbles.
“You think I didn’t notice the way those pretty eyes o’yours glazed over when I said ‘good’ to you during class? Or the way you all but jumped outta your damn skin when I led you into the range?” Fuck. “I assure ya doll, I noticed. And I think I’d really like you to show me just how good of a girl you can be for me.” Jason grips my hips before turning me around to face him before his lips land on mine. Well, I was right about them being kissable. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him as close as physically possible as his tongue draws a soft line across my lips before I part them, allowing the muscle to tangle with mine. The sweet aftertaste of whiskey dances across my tongue and a moan falls into his open mouth. His hands land on my thighs before he lifts, placing me into the hard surface as his hips slot between my open legs. “Fuck, you weigh fuckin’ nothin’, baby girl,” He says against my mouth before he moves down, sucking marks into the soft flesh behind my ear.
“Throw me around then, Lieutenant,” the words break free before I can stop them, and he releases a groan against my skin. His hands fist in the soft yellow fabric of my sundress, tugging it up until my lacy panties are exposed to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck, I want you, but I don’t want you to think I’m some asshole who just wants to get his fuckin’ dick wet.” I grip his shoulders, pushing him back until his forehead is pressed tenderly against mine.
“Promise me a second date then, Jason.”
“Oh, I fuckin’ promise that. I wanna take you to this little diner over on mai-” But he doesn’t finish as I force him back into a hot kiss, my hand resting on the back of his neck, playing with the short hairs there.
“I think you asked me to show you how much of a good girl I can be, right, Jason?” He nods, lips still connected. Jason scoots me to the edge of the table, it rocking slightly at the movement, and his fingers slip into my panties, running along my slit before twirling a tight circle against my clit. I gasp, breaking the kiss as my head falls to his shoulder.
“Your moans sound like fuckin’ heaven, doll.” The words are more like vibrations that I can feel against my cheek, and his finger slides home in my opening, and I clench around it as his thumb continues working my clit. “You feel so good around my finger, baby. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” My chest rumbles as my pussy squeezes around him again, and his pumps his finger in and out, my moans increasing in pitch as the setting sun bathes us in a gorgeous orange glow.
“Jason, please, I want you.”
“Since you asked so nicely, baby.” The empty feeling is agonizing, and I clench around nothing as I watch his fingers fall to his zipper, tugging it down slowly, taunting me. I look up at him, my arms resting on the creaky table. I lean back and feel the still loaded gun beneath my back and shoot back up, almost knocking heads with the marine. “What?”
“We never moved the loaded gun.” I chuckle, and he drops his head with a chuckle.
“Some instructor I am.” He reaches behind me, and I notice his cock is rock hard, curving up toward his stomach as he removes the clip, pulling the top back to eject the unfired shell before placing the handgun in the case sitting on the stool beside the table. That’s kinda hot. When he turns back to me, his eyes immediately find that I have slipped my panties off, reaching forward to slide them into the pocket of his jeans.
“Hold onto these for me, babe?” He head rolls back, muttering something along the lines of ‘you’re trying to kill me doll’. He notches his cock at my entrance, rubbing along it for a moment, collecting some of the wetness there.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby doll.” He mumbles before sliding home, our groans mixing with the dusk air as my back arches, pressing my covered chest into his. “God, baby, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Jason’s words run straight into my ear, mingling with his labored breaths as he begins a steady rhythm. The way his cock presses into me forces the head directly across my sweet spot, and a squeak leaves my throat at the sensation. My fingers reach forward, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as his thrusts grow harder, his fingers returning to flick against my clit and the screech leaves my throat, my face pressing into his chest. The cheap plastic table creaks below us.
“Jase, this table may not hold.” I say through gasps and moans, his fingers still rubbing fast circles around my little button. Without hesitation, he grabs my ass, lifting me up and walking us over to a tree, pressing my back into the hard bark as he continues to pound. My head falls back against the rough wood as the angle changes, his tip slamming into my g-spot with each press forward.
“God, I want you to squeeze my cock, baby,” the words are less labored than I thought they would be, given the amount of exertion he is putting into this. “Come for me, please baby. Come around my cock.” His words are almost enough to set me off, but it’s not quite enough. He must be able read minds, cause his finger slides down, spinning fast, hard circles around my clit, and he speaks again. “God, you are takin’ my cock so good darlin’. Fuck, I wanna fill you up, pumping you full until you cream all over me.” The rough texture of the tree behind my back, Jason’s skill finger against me, and his cock pressing against every single spot inside of me is enough force a scream from my lips as I feel white hot pleasure course through my veins, my arms clinging tightly to Jason’s shoulders as he comes, pressing forward and spilling deep inside me. Thank fuck for contraceptives.
We come down from our respective highs, mingling breaths as his hands rest on my ass, holding me up against the damn tree. I start giggling, my head falling to his shoulder and I feel his chest rumble with his own laughs. He sets my feet on the ground and my knees wobble at the sudden weight, and he picks up the gun case, almost invisible in the fading light.
“Can I have my panties back?” He smirks, tucking himself back into his jeans before zipping his fly.
“I think I’ll keep ‘em for a bit, doll. After all, I’m hopefully gonna get the chance to take you in my bed, instead of some tree outside.” His hands rest on the small of my back, leading me back into the house, where we are met with a bit of an unexpected sight.
“Jason, you may wanna keep the screaming dow- Hey. Where do I know you from?” A man, assuming it's his friend, Nick, asks, and I shrug, not quite sure before Jason pipes up. I look to him as he explains and it’s then that I notice the deep crimson blush across his cheeks.
“This is Y/N L/N, Nicky.”
“Holy shit. You fucked Captain L/N’s daughter?” Nick laughs, crossing his arms across his chest before I break out in a fit of giggles. Jason looks at me, confused as hell before I finally calm down enough to explain.
“You’re gonna have to tell my dad.” Jason’s eyes show genuine fear for a brief moment before he crouches down, his shoulder lining up with my stomach before he throws me over it, carrying me down a hallway.
“Jason, what are you doing?” I ask through fits of giggles.
“If I’m gonna get killed by my captain, I’ll be damned if I don’t make it worth it.”
no cause explain to me why steve, nancy and robin got choked out for like 40 minutes & got off scot-free
meanwhile eddie gets tickled by a bat & has his shit rocked like WHAT?
ALSO keep in mind the same thing happened to steve earlier that season & all nancy had to do was give it a little kiss & slap a bandaid on it and he was perfectly fine
like eddie if you needed someone to kiss your booboos better why didn’t you just ask me 🙄
The writers of stranger things are fucking liars. Like do we really have to believe that Eddie Munson gets no bitches?!?!? Like fr . How am I supposed to believe that?
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