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Pleasure Is No Shame - Part 3

Summary : After an eventful weekend, you dread getting to see Jake again. But he’s not letting you out of this conversation and the tension between you two reaches an all time high that finally implodes where it was always meant to, in the sheets.

Pairing : Jake "Hangman" Seresin × Fem!Reader

Important info : Your call sign is Lightning ⚡️:)

Disclaimer : English is not my first language so apologies for any grammatical errors that might have escaped my proofreading ! This is my first full on smut, keep in mind I literally never even held a guy’s hand before, so sorry for anything unrealistic concerning the smut💞

Word count : 18k

‼️‼️CONTENT WARNING : explicit, smut, porn with plot, oral (fem), handjob, safe sex, p in v penetration. MDNI.

Part one and part two :)

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Monday morning was bound to be awkward.

You weren’t sure if it was sheer, pure dread that was flowing through your veins or unfiltered excitement and wanting upon the idea of facing Jake after everything that had happened during the week end. And God a lot had happened in so little time.

Laying in your bed on Sunday night, you struggled to find sleep. Turning in your bed nonstop, you were trying to silence the whirlwind of thoughts going through your head. Heart beating like you had ran a marathon, you were hyper aware of every single thing going on in your body. The sensation of your covers on your skin, the way you could feel your — still — hard nipples poking through your pajama shirt, the phantom pulsing in your clit like it was still reeling from every sensation from the afternoon…

Feeling yourself get wet at the memory of the last few hours, you cursed yourself.

Truth be told, you hadn’t really expected Jake to still be on the phone when you woke up from your nap. But he had patiently waited for you, just like you’d asked.

“Shit, how long have I been out ?” You groggily asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Not too long, don’t worry,” came Jake’s voice, calm as ever, “thirty minutes, something like that.”

A silence stretched out. And it seemed as if your earlier words were still hanging in the air ‘I’d like to go again after, if you want that as well’, waiting to be acted upon, and there was nothing you wanted more in this moment than that. Would you be able to express it as clearly, though ? You wondered if Jake would—

“So,” he began, and really you should’ve guessed he would be the first one to bring it up, “do you still want to ‘go again’ ?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he used your earlier words.

He took your second of silence for hesitation, and he took on a more serious tone when he added, “That’s totally okay if you don’t want to anymore, say the word and I’ll hang up.”

“No not at all !” You reassured immediately, cursing yourself for still struggling to get the words out, even after what you had just done with him. “Yes, I want to, sorry this is— I’m akward sorry, I’m not really used to this.” Cringing at your own words you wished there was a for you to feel even an ounce of Jake’s shamelessness and demonstrate his easy going attitude.

“It’s okay, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll teach you.”

You refrained the urge to muffle a scream in your pillow at his words, you never knew it was possible for a man to have this effect over you. And yet here you were. Heart thumping violently in your chest to the sound of his breathing, blood already traveling south to the sound of his voice, and brain conjuring the wildest and filthiest fantasy, all including him teaching you various things in various but oh so delicious scenarios.

Slipping a hand between your thighs, which were slightly sticky from your earlier release, you let out shaky breath that expressed, louder than any words could, the excitement pumping in your veins. “Teach me then.”

You swore you could have heard his smile through the phone.

That evening had passed in a blur of moans, mind numbing pleasure, gasped breaths, shaky limbs and so much talking.

From Jake, who had instructed your every movement, from the slightest run of your fingertips down the thin skin on your neck, to the swift passes of your hand on the most sensitive part of you. Had soothed every once of nervousness you had felt linger at some moments. Had expressed every filthy fantasy he’s had about you, worshiped your body verbally, his words had painted you as a goddess you never thought someone could picture you as.

To you who had spilled every thought going through your head, without any barrier left. To his every command, you had responded between strings of pleasured gasps how good he was making you feel, how hot he sounded, how you wished he could be there with you, how you wished you could see him. It’d been like your thoughts were slippery, slipping right from the unreal and unspoken part of your mind to express themselves out loud in the open.

You usually were quiet during sex, never having any reason to voice your pleasure because you didn’t feel any. But it was like Jake had awaken something in you, cracked your soul open and you were begging for more.

By the time the sun had set, hiding behind the western sky to give place to the half lit moon and the stars, you had came three times, and after your third orgasm, the endorphins and adrenaline had completely drained the energy out of your satiated body. Leaving you a floaty mess.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Jake’s fond — and slightly hoarse from moaning your name — voice came through to your ears, “we have to get up early tomorrow.”

That had been it, you’d hanged up after that.

Being left with your own thoughts after having Jake’s voice in your ears for so long felt strange, like a melody you felt nostalgic of.

After long minutes of debating it, you opted for taking a shower, deciding that the evidence of your pleasure sticking to your thighs wouldn’t be a pleasurable sensation throughout the night. The hot water felt nice cascading on your still sensitive skin, a small smile stretching your lips at the reminiscence of everything you had just done.

Getting out of the shower, you caught your reflection in the body length mirror in the corner of your bathroom. For the first time in a long time, you took the time to look at yourself, really look. And warmth filled your stomach as you remembered everything Jake had said. He hadn’t left a single part of your body un-praised, a body he only ever saw covered, but it hadn’t stopped him from worshipping it from the other end of the line. A wave of self-confidence hit you then, you felt good in your body, in your skin, you felt good being you.

Slipping underneath your covers after putting on your pajamas, you would have thought that sleep would have came easy, muscles and mind relaxed from your three releases, but you wouldn’t be yourself if everything was so easy.

That’s how you ended up lying wide awake in your bed on Sunday night, with one persisting thought taking your brain hostage.

Monday morning was bound to be awkward.

The thought was eating you alive. You had spent the entirety of your Sunday evening and half of the night masturbating with the man you called your arch-nemesis guiding you over the phone, how were you supposed to act ? Were you supposed to just pretend nothing happened, insult him like usual ? Or did everything you did implicitly and inevitably changed the course of your relationship ?

All those questions were enough to make you dizzy. And before you realised it, you heard the graving sound of your alarm clock ringing.

Fuck.

You had barely gotten any sleep, and when you had successfully managed to close your eyes for a few moments, your dreams were filled with Jake, plaguing your mind. Inserting himself in every crevice of your brain, settling with no intention of ever leaving.

The drive over to base was the closest thing you could imagine to hell. Your palms were sweaty against the wheel which you were gripping like a vice. Heart beating so hard against your rib cage you felt like it was trying to get out of your chest. Never had you been this stressed ever since your first solo flight in a F/A-18.

Parking on the base’s lot, you waited a few minutes to get out. Mentally giving yourself a pep talk, and it gave you this weird déjà-vu impression, reminded you of when you had stood in front of the sex shop only a few days before, not knowing that you had probably changed the course of your life when passing the threshold.

Taking a deep breath, you finally opened your car door. Deciding that if you didn’t get out now, there was a high chance you’d never do it. Swigging your bag over one shoulder, you made your way to the base entrance.

After flashing your military I.D to the personnel out front, you made a beeline for the locker room, hoping you could be quick and then make a run for the briefing room where you’d pretend to have a hundred questions for Maverick. Surely, that would avoid any awkward interactions, wouldn’t it ?

As you pushed open the locker room’s door, you couldn’t contained the relived sigh that left your lips when you noticed it was empty.

Going for your locker, which was hiding in the left corner of the room, you hastily began to put all your stuff away when the creaking of the door made you jump—

“Y/N !” An excited squeal came behind you, and before you even had time to understand what was happening, Natasha had slung an arm over your shoulder, bringing you close to her. “How was your weekend ?”

The smirk stretching her lips and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes made you freeze, did she know something…? Had Jake told her something ?!

“I- I mean yeah it was good, like a normal week end, you know,” you tried to keep your voice steady while avoiding her gaze by rummaging through your locker, “why do you ask ?”

“Did you not go to the sex shop ?” She asked in a too loud voice right as the door swung open, revealing Reuben and Mickey who could not contain a snicker at Natasha’s words.

“Well good morning to you too, ladies.” Reuben grinned.

You merely flipped him off, thinking that they would make their way over to their lockers on the opposite side of the room, which were hidden from your view by a row of lockers, but they stayed right there, staring at the two of you.

“Well, Lightning, are you not gonna tell us if you went to the sex shop ?” Mickey inquired with a raised brow and the start of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Fuck you.”

“Alright, get going now, this a private conversation,” Natasha shooed them away with a movement of her hand.

They just giggled like middle school boys before making their way to their lockers, leaving the two of you a semblance of privacy. Natasha lowered her voice when she spoke again.

“Well ? Did you go ?”

Finally looking into her eyes, you were torn between confessing everything, or telling her only part of the truth. It only took you a few seconds to decide that you did not want to deal with the interrogation that would follow if you did tell her everything, especially not on a Monday morning minutes before pre-flight briefing. And you desperately tried to silence the voice in your head telling you the true reason you were so reluctant to tell her was that you liked knowing this was something you only shared with Jake, liked the privacy of it. Those moments you shared this week end were well and entirely yours.

“Yeah, I did.” You simply answered, hoping that she wouldn’t catch your half lie like she usually so easily does.

Natasha just stared at you, visibly waiting.

“Okay ? Why are you withholding crucial information ?” She jokingly complained, slightly shaking your arm, “come on tell me, what did you buy ? Vibe ? Clit sucker ? Oh my god—!” She suddenly gasped, “did you buy a dildo ??”

You swore you heard Reuben and Mickey giggle from the other side of the room.

“Nat, what the hell ? Lower your voice, oh my god.” You mumbled, cheeks flushed.

Natasha all but snickered, raising her hands in mock defense.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you need to tell me, you owe it to me.”

Raising a playful, inquiring brow at her, you refrained from asking her in what way exactly you owed it to her to tell her what kind of sex toy you’d bought.

“I… I bought a vibrator.”

“And…? Oh my god, Y/N why are you so secretive ?”

“What do you even want to know ?” You chuckled, still pretending to look for something non-existent in your locker, just to keep your hands busy.

“Was it good ? Did you cum ? Did you squ—“

You slapped a hand over Natasha’s mouth to keep her from saying any more as you let out an incredulous laugh.

“What the actual fuck, Nat ?” You laughed, “I didn’t know you were so interested in how I touch myself.”

She just stared you, putting on a mock empathetic face as she removed your hand from her face.

“I’m worried about you that’s all, ever since you told me you couldn’t feel any pleasure at all I’ve been thinking of ways to help you. I’m just a good friend, looking out for my girl, you know—“

But as Natasha continued to ramble, your blood suddenly ran cold. Coming from the corridor, and inevitably approaching the locker room door, you heard three booming voices.

Bradley, unmistakably. Deep and raspy voice, probably complaining about a problem on his Bronco.

Javy, then. Joyous laugh echoing down the hallway.

And… fuck.

Jake.

His smooth and rich tone reached your ears, the sound of a smirk evident in his voice, and you weren’t sure if the butterflies who had took off like Super Hornets in your stomach were from arousal, excitement or sheer stress. Maybe it was all three at the same time.

Physically feeling the heat rush to your cheeks at the impending knowledge that he would open the door in a few seconds, you prayed, pleaded to any gods above who would deigned to hear you that Jake would be too engrossed in whatever conversation he was having to notice you standing at your locker in the far left corner.

The voices kept creeping closer, your heart was beating sporadically to the sounds of their footsteps approaching.

“Your car is a piece of junk.” Javy’s voice boomed as the door swung open so violently it hit the row of lockers on its side.

Bradley scoffed, “excuse me, have you seen your car ? You couldn’t pay me to set foot in that piece of shit. Probably would start falling apart the second more than one people sits down.”

Unable to resist the urge to turn around despite the knot in your stomach, you saw Javy and Bradley walk through the door, the latter only being wide enough for them two. Jake followed behind them, and you could only guess that all your prayers had fallen into deaf ears. Jake’s eyes were already staring right at you when he walked in. Like before he even walked through the door, his gaze had been directed into your locker’s direction, prepared to check if you’d be there.

Your eyes locked, and you felt a surge of longing take your heart hostage. A weird and unfamiliar feeling of wanting to go up to him, greet him with an embrace like what you had both done this week end meant something.

The look on his face didn’t help the sudden yearning you got hit with. A small, almost bashful smile lifted the corner of his lips, and where you had expected a teasing twinkle in his eyes, you only found a burning that seemed like a reflection of the fire setting ablaze under your skin.

“Hellooo ? Y/N, are you even listening to me ?” Natasha’s whiny voice yanked you out of your trance, and you reluctantly tore your eyes away from Jake’s green ones as he was walking towards his locker, a few rows away from yours.

Looking at her, you offered her a small, apologetic smile, “sorry, got lost in thought for a second.” At least, you could console yourself in saying that this one wasn’t totally a lie.

All of a sudden, Natasha seemed to be hit with a dawning realization.

“Wait, fuck, what time is it ?” She asked urgently, looking for her phone in her flight suit pockets.

You looked down at your watch, “six forty five, why ? Is everything okay ?”

Her eyes widened before she started to hastily put all her stuff in her locker. Quickly grabbing her helmet bag, flying boots and glove, “I had a meeting with Cyclone at six forty, shit he’s gonna kill me.” She made a run for the door while calling back to you. “I’ll see you in the air ! And this conversation is not over !”

And as you laughed at her urgency and the screaming she’d probably get from Cyclone, you suddenly realised that everyone was following behind her. Not as panicked as her, but they all had their gear in hand and were heading to the briefing room.

Realizing that in your attempts at deflecting Natasha’s interrogation, you hadn’t prepared anything, you were now the one being late. Gathering everything as quickly as possible, you tried not to think about how you’d laughed at Natasha only seconds before only to end up in the same position as her. The gods didn’t listen to your desperate pleads about Jake but they sure as hell made sure you got your karma back.

Cursing, you tried to pick up everything and pile it up in your arms, your helmet bag, your g-suit, your harness… and you refrained from letting a scream of frustration when you saw your pair of gloves slide from the top of your helmet bag to fall pathetically in the ground.

“For fuck’s sake,” you whispered angrily, “this shit only ever happens when I’m late.” You hissed, trying to find a way to bend down without having to let go of everything you were holding.

Your helmet almost went crashing on the ground but you caught it at the last minute, you closed your eyes for a moment then, taking a deep breath to calm the sheer frustration bubbling in your throat.

“Yeah, that tends to happen unfortunately.”

Jake’s voice startled you out of your thoughts, opening your eyes you saw him standing only a meter away from you, holding your pair of gloves.

“Jesus Christ, Hangman ! You scared the shit out of me !”

“Hangman ? Have I already lost my first name privileges ?” He smirked, quickly eyeing you up and down.

Pausing for a moment, you didn’t even register his words, your attention focused on the fact that despite the little plan you had made up in your head, you still ended up alone with him.

“What ?” Was all you were able to get out as you felt your palms sweat where they were holding your g-suit and helmet bag.

Fuck, you couldn’t believe you had actually ended up in this situation. Had your prayers been heard by demons instead of the intended gods ?

“You were calling me ‘Jake’ just a few hours ago, what changed ?”

It was only when the initial shock and panic wore off a bit that you were able to truly register what he had said. The implication behind his words made heat rush to your face, and you internally cursed yourself for reacting in such an obvious way. You knew he would make references to Sunday night, he wouldn’t be Hangman if he didn’t, and it infuriated you to still feel your whole body and nervous system react even though you were prepared for his remarks.

“We have to go, we’re already late for briefing.” You simply said, hoping that the idea of being late, which Jake always referred to as ‘slacking off’, would deter him from teasing you.

“Oh please, ever since he started sleeping at Penny’s everyday, Maverick is always late. He still probably hasn’t left her place yet. I’d say we still have about,” he checked his watch before looking back up to you with a grin, “a good fifteen minutes, plenty of time to talk.”

Your breath caught on an inhale, eyes darting down on your helmet bag and catching on a loose string, anything to avoid looking in his emerald gaze, “what do you want to talk about ?” You asked slowly, knowing there was no way out of this conversation, but still trying to delay it as much as possible.

You wished you were able to understand what made you like that. It was like, with every breakthrough you had made with Jake, at the sex shop, and then on the phone, you eventually had to take three steps back, every time. Why were you putting up such a fight ?

Jake paused, looking at you with a raised brow.

“Really, Y/N ? I honestly can’t say I’m surprised, I was actually expecting it but still, I had some faith in you.”

A silence stretched out, not knowing what to respond, you simply continued to look at the unstitched string on your helmet bag. The whirlwind of emotion inside of you had touched down in your chest like a tornado and was rummaging through your entire body. Torn between keeping up with the denial facade, pushing him away with a harsh remark like you were so used to do, or face the truth that had been simmering for a long time, long before the sex shop, long before you allowed yourself to acknowledge this weird feeling you got whenever you looked at Jake. A feeling you had always classified as loathing, but the events of the last few days had totally turned your perspective upside down and you didn’t even know which way was up anymore. The only constant remained him.

“Just tell me one thing, do you regret it ?” Jake’s sudden serious tone made you look up to him.

His jade green eyes suddenly held a grave air to them as he looked at you. Before you could say anything, he added, “if you do, tell me, and I’ll never talk about this again. Promise.”

You didn’t like the look on his face. Didn’t like him saying that if you gave him the word, you’d both just pretend nothing ever happened. Didn’t like the way his eyes held uncertainty as they gazed at you, when only days ago they had been full of something fond you still couldn’t quite name.

Perhaps the desire of seeing that look again was what prompted you to speak up.

“No !” The volume of your voice startled the both of you, cringing you brought your voice down. “Sorry, I— No I don’t regret it.”

Relief washed over you when you noticed the grave look leave his face as he let out a chuckle at your reaction.

“Is there something you want to do about it ?”

Your heart leaped at the question.

“What do you mean ?”

“Do you want what happened this week end to change something between us, or would you like for this,” he gestured between the two of you, “to stay the way it’s always been.”

The care in his voice and the fact that he was voicing the concern, letting you choose, made your heart clench.

“What do you want ?” You asked, bracing for whatever his answer would be.

“Doesn’t matter what I want.” He lightly smiled at you.

You frowned, of all the responses you had anticipated, this for sure wasn’t one of them, “the hell does that mean ? Yes it does matter.”

A flash of something you couldn’t decipher passed in his emerald irises, and your heart skipped a beat when he took one slow step towards you.

“Alright, You really wanna know ?”

Throat too tied up to speak, you simply nodded, body buzzing with anticipation at his next words.

“There is nothing I want more right now than to ditch the morning flight to bring you back to my place and make love to you like I have been fucking dreaming of for months.”

You could only imagine the look on your face, perhaps Jake would have laughed at it if he wasn’t so busy pouring out his undying and uncontrollable desire for you. Your brain was stuck on a specific way he expressed himself, ‘make love’. You only had ever heard guys talk about ‘fucking’, which was usually followed by descriptions of what they wanted to do to a girl and it has always repulsed you. You guessed you could qualify your rare hook ups as ‘fucks’, very, very lame fucks. But Jake, he had said ‘make love’. Like he’d take his time, discover every single inch of your body, take care of you like you had silently been pleading for so long… ‘make love’. It was rising your body temperature to levels you hadn’t thought possible. Eyes trained on him, he looked ethereal. The white, clinical light of the locker room you absolutely despised and made sure every one knew it whenever you could complain about it, was somehow drawing a halo around him as he was standing directly under it. You didn’t know anyone could look this good under this shitty excuse of a light. And suddenly you got hit with a dizzying realisation.

You had always beheld much disdain for all the women fawning over Jake, even more when they had the audacity to compare him with a Greek god. But right now, in this light, you wondered how you could have ever seen a devil sent to lure in him. Jake looked ready to worship the very ground you stood on, even if that ground was the dirty floor of the locker room on a Monday morning.

“For months, God maybe even longer than that, I have been fantasying about what you’d sound like, look like, taste like,” he inhaled sharply, “yesterday I got a glimpse of all of it, and it wasn’t enough. Truly I don’t think anything will ever be enough when it comes to you, but I— I want you. All of you, in every and any way you’ll let me.”

Knees almost buckling with the tsunami of desire and overwhelming feeling that crashed into you, you did your best to show nothing of it, only taking a shaky breath. His words felt like everything you had been dying to hear from him.

“Now question is, what do you want ?” He asked, eyes boring into yours, caging you in this moment, needing your response like a breath of oxygen after being stuck under water for a too long.

Looking at him, words were stuck in your throat and a whirlwind of emotion passed through you at being unable to express yourself. Why was it that it was so hard for you to simply say your feelings out loud ? What was stopping you ? What was this vice wrapped around your heart, extending out its vines to squeeze around your throat ? Why was it only when your mind was drowning into the waves of pleasure that you were finally able to let the words pour out of your mouth ? Why were you like this ?

Facing your silence, Jake stood before you, waiting, and for a moment you were terrified that he would leave, tired of seeing you unable to just get over your silly inhibitions and that you would be incapable of even telling him not to go.

But Jake did none of that. Instead, he took one more step towards you.

“Y/N,” he began, voice gentle but somehow laced with a firm tone, like he wanted his next words to imprint into your mind, “I know I have already told you this, but I feel like this is something you can’t hear enough.” Gently, he took your g-suit from your arms, “Pleasure is not a shame, wanting to feel pleasure is not shameful, in any way.” He lifted your harness and lightly threw it right above his own on his shoulder, “It’s human, it’s normal to feel that way. Normal to feel desire for someone, it’s not shameful if you want someone.”

He paused and took your helmet bag, leaving your arms empty.

“It’s not shameful if you want me.”

And suddenly, It was like the world shifted on its axis. With every word he had said, it was like he’d given you a breath of fresh air from the box you caged yourself in. And with every gear he had taken from you, it was like he had freed you from every burden, every inhibition, every fear you ever had.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I—“

Jake’s eyes filled with hope as he looked expectantly at you.

“I want everything you said, Jake. I want— I want you. All of you.”

It felt like the world had been lifted of your shoulders, your heart was beating frenetically against your rib cage but it didn’t hurt like before. It felt new, exciting, good.

Jake broke out into the most genuine small you had ever been given to see, small crinkles forming around his emerald eyes.

“Yeah ?” He asked, breathless.

“Yeah, sorry it took me so long.”

He let out a chuckle that sounded just a tiny bit choked up.

“It’s okay, baby. We’re here now.”

Trying not to swoon over the nickname, and how different it was hearing it on the phone and having him say it to your face, you offered him a small smile.

“Alright, so” you cleared your throat, “where do we go from here ?”

Jake looked at you, genuine smile morphing into a mischievous one. He was still holding all of his gears in addition to yours and you thought funny how on you it looked like you were about to fall from holding everything but he looked steady. Like the combination of both your equipments was as light as a feather for him.

He took another step towards you, crowding your space in the best way possible, bending down lightly, his voice came out as a low whisper.

“Well, first, how about we—“

“Hey what the fuck are you guys— Wow.” Bradley’s voice came booming and then abruptly stopped.

He stood there, eyes bulging out of their sockets, jaw hanging open as he looked at Jake and you being so impossibly close.

His eyes comically went from you to Jake. And then to you again. His mouth opened, then closed, looking like a fish out of water.

Jake just straightened back up, a smirk pulling at his rosy lips.

“Are you alright, Bradshaw ?”

Bradley turned to you once again and noticed your crimson cheeks and how you had took a step back from Jake. He broke out in a small laugh, passing a hand through his hair.

“Well I guess it was only a matter of time. Alright you two will get a room later, get your asses back there, we’ve been waiting on you, and Mav is not happy.”

Jake and Bradley shared a laugh, while you looked at your mustached friend, deeply confused.

“Wait, what do you mean, ‘it was only a matter of time’ ??”

Bradley stared at you with a raised brow, a grin dancing on his lips.

“Come on, Y/N. Everyone knew you’d jump his bones eventually, we just didn’t know when.”

Had everyone been aware of your feelings this whole time, while you were completely unable to acknowledge them, not even daring to admit it in thoughts ?

But today marked the start of a new era you thought, and it felt great.

“So yeah congratulations and all that, now fucking hurry up lovebirds or Mav will have us run laps.” Bradley declared, clapping in his hands twice before disappearing out the door.

Jake looked back at you, and bent down to leave a sweet kiss on your cheek. You felt your whole body ignite at the feeling of his lightly wet lips — from him licking them only seconds prior — settling briefly and gently on your cheek. You found yourself disappointed when his mouth left your skin, craving more of him. But he didn’t pull back immediately, he stopped right at your ear where you could his hot breath fanning over you.

“Let’s get today over with, and tonight ? I’ll get you home and eat your pussy like I’ve been fucking dying to. And after that I’ll have you crying on my cock, how does that sound, sweet girl ?”

You let out an involuntary whimper, not ready for the contrast between the gentle kiss on your cheek and the dirtiness of his words. But what sweet words they were though. Jake pulled back, searching your eyes and smiled even wider when he saw your expression. Half lidded eyes which conveyed a far away look, pupils dilated, mouth slightly open.

“What do you say, mmh ?” He prompted again.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.” You agreed, voice breathless, and already wondering how the hell were you supposed to hold out for ten hours.

Jake seemed just fine as he straightened up, “alright, let’s go then.”

And with that he started to walk towards the briefing room, still carrying all your gear.

The day had been close to what you imagined hell was like. It turned out that piloting a Super Hornet was not as easy when anticipation and permanent arousal was sizzling under your skin. Thankfully, you made it back in the ground alive. But Jake ? He had no intention of making this easy for you.

He kept whispering teasing words to you in passing.

“You did good up there, sweetheart. It was hot hearing you command me like that,” when you got out of your jet after the morning flight where Jake had acted as your wingman.

“Fuck, you smell good.” A groan when you passed him on your way to your debrief with Maverick. You hadn’t even found the words to tell him you probably stank after all the G’s you had pulled in the air.

At lunch, he sat across from you as Bradley threw you a knowing and amused glance.

You thought that maybe, considering the fact that you were surrounded by the squad, Jake wouldn’t dare to do anything. But now you realized that was pretty stupid of you to think.

Talking to Natasha who was seating on your right, you felt Jake’s foot nudge yours under the table. You only spared him a glance, thinking it might had been an accident. Returning to your conversation with Nat, you almost choked on your bite of broccoli when you felt his foot oh so slowly go up your calf.

“You good ?” Natasha asked you, lightly clapping on your back.

Coughing behind your fist, you prayed to God, though at this point you thought he wasn’t really on your team, that you could pretend the redness on your cheeks came from almost choking to death.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

After making sure you were indeed alright, Natasha continued to go on about how disappointing dating apps were, but your mind had already gone to the moment where you’d finally be alone with Jake again. His foot was still rubbing your leg under the table, going just a tiny bit higher everytime. You had to fight back any embarrassing sounds when his boot reached the top of your knee, brushing your thigh.

The worst part ?

When your eyes quickly flashed towards him, he looked absolutely unaffected, talking to Javy as though he wasn’t subjecting you to sexual torture right under the table.

You didn’t think that during all your time spent on planet Earth, you had ever been so turned on. You thought that being on the phone yesterday would be the sexual highlight of your life, a pinnacle you resigned yourself to never feel again. But you were apparently reaching new heights, and you were counting down the minutes, hell even the seconds until you could finally go home, and let Jake take care of your body and mind like you had silently, and unknowingly been begging for.

Reviewing your flight routes and preparing a simulation for the next morning was impossible. Everyone was spread out in the mission planning room, focused on their own monitor, but your mind was plagued with Jake. Bouncing your knee up and down, you willed yourself to focus. But it was hard when Jake was only two monitors away from you and kept sparing heated glances at you, a small smirk always dancing on his lips like he was revealing in the effect he was having on you.

The squad kept quietly working all the while you were slowly losing your mind. You had managed to draw out a flight route for your sim, though it was half assed and you were sure to get a remark from Maverick, but it was the last of your problems at the moment.

You looked at the clock displayed on your monitor, four fifty seven.

Oh my god.

Mindlessly moving your mouse around and pretending to work, your knee continued to bounce rather loudly in the quiet room. You turned to discreetly look at Jake, only to discover he was already looking at you. He threw you a wink that sent your entire nervous system reeling as you desperately tried to hold back a sound.

Four fifty nine.

You took a deep breath, eyes locked on the clock.

Four fifty nine.

Four fifty nine..

Four fifty nine…

Five !

You got up abruptly, chair scraping on the floor and startling everyone.

“Jesus Christ, Lightning !” Mickey exclaimed, “what’s happening, you have a flight to catch ?” He joked when you made your way to the door to leave.

“I have things to do !” You exclaimed, throwing what you hoped was a pointed and discreet look at Jake, which he bit his lower lip at.

Everyone seemed confused by your behavior, even more so when Jake got up as well, waving everyone off.

Bradley let out a chuckle, “be safe kids !” he called out after him, which only got him a raised middle finger from Jake.

But you heard none of the banter, your ears only picking up the sound of Jake’s heavy boots following behind you in the hallway. Walking comically fast, you burst through the door of the locker room, Jake opening it only seconds after you.

“Are you alright, sweetheart ? Fanboy was right, you do seem to be in a bit of a hurry.” He gave you a false confused look.

The arousal pumping in your veins seemed to give you a surge of courage as you stepped closer to him, almost coming chest to chest with him. You had to tilt your head up to look at him.

“Kiss me,” you breathed out, entire body burning at the idea of finally feeling his lips on yours after only ever imagining the sensation for so long.

“No.”

“Wait, what ?”

“There is absolutely no way our first kiss is happening in this disgusting locker room that smells like Bradshaw’s awful Axe deodorant.”

You let out a chuckle, Jake smiled down fondly at you as he bent down to leave a kiss on your jaw, just beneath your ear. His lips lingered there, and you felt the tip of his tongue lightly brush your skin. Your knees almost buckled, the sensation of it all almost felt overwhelming after a grueling day of anticipation. Your hand shot out to grip his arm as you let out a little pleasured sigh.

When Jake pulled back, his eyes were half lidded and glazed over, a look that made your core physically throb.

“Your place or mine ?” He questioned.

“My place,” you immediately said, feeling like you’d be more comfortable in your own home for this very special moment.

He nodded.

“Get your stuff, baby.”

You both got your bags from your lockers. Jake immediately took your hand in his and you walked down the long hallways on base to make it out in record time.

You both quickly passed your car on the parking lot to get to Jake’s truck, he opened the door for you and somehow this awfully gentlemanly behavior sent more heat down your core. You were so doomed. You grabbed your seatbelt with slightly shaky hands from sheer desire as Jake was settling in the driver’s seat. He spared you a glance, his pupils dilated so much it was almost hiding the beautiful green of his eyes. Jake gently grabbed your wrist and brought it to his lips, leaving a heated kiss right on top of your pulse.

“Jake…” your voice came out in breathless exhale, almost turning into a moan.

But Jake didn’t stop at one kiss. His lips kept moving all around the inside of your wrist, and this rather innocent touch made you squeeze your thighs in a desperate attempt to relieve the unbearable tension between your legs. He made a sound in the back of his throat resembling a groan.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he heaved, sniffing lightly the inside of your wrist. “Okay, we really need to go, otherwise I’m taking you in the backseat.”

You only nodded, not trusting anything that could come out of your mouth right now to be anything other than an embarrassing moan. Starting the car, Jake made his way out of the parking lot and started driving towards your apartment. When he merged onto the freeway, one of his hand left the wheel to rest on your thigh, and you almost jolted at the unexpected contact. His thumb was lovingly rubbing your clothed skin as he squeezed your thigh every once in a while. You were avoiding to look at him at all costs, staring out of the window and praying for this ride to go by fast so that he could properly put his hands on you. When Jake parked in your building parking lot, you both almost ran out of the car, not even bothering to get your stuff out. The elevator ride up to your floor was torture, and thank god it was empty. Jake was heavy breathing behind you, his hands on your shoulders, desperate to have some sort of physical contact with you. And you were not doing much better.

Opening your door proved to be a challenge, your hands were shaking as you tried to put the key inside the keyhole.

“Sorry, I— oh shit—“ you mumbled when the keys fell from your hand to clatter on the floor with a sharp noise.

“It’s okay.” Jake’s familiar reassuring voice hit your ears, but it was laced with lust, “you nervous, baby ?”

“A little.” You whispered truthfully as you bent down to get your keys.

Right as you bent down, your ass bumped into Jake as he was standing impossibly close to you. You were about to apologize, when you felt something hard against your backside that immediately made you straightened back up and turn around to face him. He let out a small chuckle at the expression on your face.

“Surprised ?” He asked, voice having dropped an octave since he last spoke.

You just looked at him, unable to say anything even if you wanted to. His face was only centimeters away from yours, the height difference had him slightly look down at you. His gaze felt like a burning touch, pupils so dilated you could barely see the beautiful emerald of his eyes. Gently, and without ever breaking eye contact, he took the keys from your hand, his arm went behind you and fumbled with the door for a second before opening it.

The sound of the door opening sounded like freeing bells. With, somehow, a controlled hurriedness, Jake put his hands on your hips to push you inside, and slammed the door shut behind him with his foot. After that, it all happened so fast it almost made you dizzy.

Still holding your hips to maneuver you, he — with a gentleness and a carefulness that alone made you throb — spun you around to pin you against the door, watching out for your head. And before you could even think about saying anything, or uttering a sound that would had probably been one of pure delight—

Jake’s lips collided with yours. A surprised noise left you before it turned into a moan.

His lips moved against yours with an hunger that made your stomach churn in the best way possible. He faintly tasted like those sour candies he sometimes bought from the ready room dispenser machine, and something so undeniably him that you wouldn’t be able to describe even with all the words and the will in the world. You never knew kissing could feel this good. He felt perfect.

His hands gripped your hips a bit tighter as he let out a low moan into your mouth, having you immediately moan in return. starting to feel a bit dizzy from the whirlwind of sensation running in your veins, you reluctantly broke the kiss to breathe.

Jake’s eyes were trained on your lips as he licked his own, like was trying to catch every little taste of you. If you had been throbbing all day, you could practically feel yourself leaking into your panties now. You wanted him, needed him to touch you. And just as you were about to voice that burning need, Jake reclaimed your lips. His tongue lightly brushed your bottom one, and your heart raced when you understood what he was silently asking, you opened your mouth a bit more to let him in. His tongue was almost shy at first as it brushed yours, but he quickly became eager and started licking into your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours, almost desperate to not let a drop of your taste go to waste.

Your hands, which had been helplessly and awkwardly staying still on each side of your body, suddenly had the urge to grip him. Tentatively, you slid your hands on his hips, giving them a gentle, experimental squeeze. The groan Jake let out into your mouth reverberated in your entire body. Feeling empowered by his reaction, with a bit more force, you made his hips buck up into yours, the weight of his cock standing at full attention in his flight suit met your burning, aching core through the fabric of yours. The friction felt delicious.

“Fuck, baby,” Jake moaned, pulling away from the kiss, a thin string of spit connecting your mouths “Where is your room ?”

You whined as he broke the kiss, trying to chase his lips, his question having not even registered in your mind as you were trying to grind against him and feel fore of his cock on you. Jake let out a husky chuckle, cupping your face so you’d look him in the eyes.

“Sweet girl, where is your room ?”

The nickname brought you right back, and the implication of his words and what was to come almost had your knees bucking.

“It’s—“ you inhaled sharply, finding yourself comically out of breath, “Down the hall on the— the left.”

Your hands were still gripping his hips, his lustful emerald eyes looking down at you and the small, pleased smile dancing on his swollen lips from your kisses were not helping the situation. Moving away from where your back was up against the wall, Jake began to walk you backwards towards your room, lips claiming yours again, like he couldn’t bear to to not taste you for too long. But the tension in your core was radiating in your entire body, and your legs were genuinely starting to get weak, so much so that while Jake was backing you up, you almost tripped on your own feet, but he immediately caught you.

“Aww, you weak in the knees, sweetheart ?” He asked in a cooing, husky voice. His accent had gotten thicker.

Unable to maintain his gaze any longer, you buried your head in his neck, letting out a pathetic little whimper.

“It’s alright, baby, ‘m gonna take such good care of you.”

Suddenly you felt his hands travel to the back of your thighs, and without any warning, you found yourself up in the air. Instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled back from his neck to look at him, absolutely stunned from the way he seemed to be holding you up so effortlessly.

Jake let out a husky chuckle at the look on your face and his hands — which had traveled from the back of your thighs to your ass — gave your plump flesh an affectionate squeeze.

“Jake. My room. Right now.” You urged, feeling like your body would catch fire any second now.

“It’s so hot having you command me like that,” he rasped, half lidded eyes fixed on you as he began walking with ease, despite holding you, towards your room.

No longer able to hold back in front of his unfair and frankly erotic display of strength, you buried your head in his neck once again, inhaling his scent, he smelled like jet fuel, the dirty fabric of his flight suit and sweat, and yet you didn’t think you had ever smelled anything better. Your tongue poked out on its own, licking the side of his neck up to his jaw, which made Jake inhale sharply.

Finally he pushed the door of your room open, and with a gentleness you didn’t think was possible he set you up on the bed, while his eyes quickly took in your room. And you physically saw his green irises darken.

“So that’s where you touched yourself to the sound of my voice, hmm ?” He questioned, teasing and smug while his mouth went straight for your neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh there. “Begged me to talk you through it, rubbed your little clit like a good girl and soaked your sheets while I told you how I fuck my fist to the thought of eating you out ?”

His hands had also started to wander, feeling your waits through your flight suit, cupping and squeezing your breast through the thick fabric while you could only moan helplessly.

“Jake, please, take my suit off.”

“Patience, sweet girl. I thought we had already established that your problem was that you didn’t take your time. Always rushing into things…” he tsked into your neck, “but I’m gonna take my time with you. I’ve been waiting for this moment too damn long to rush anything.”

He pulled out to look at you, smiling and biting his bottom lip at the look on your face. Red in the face, lips still slightly swollen and glossy from your earlier make out session, chest rising fast with the rhythm of your frenetic breathing, pupils completely drowning out your irises as you looked at him like a woman dying of thirst in the desert would look at an oasis.

“Should I tell you what I have in mind for you ?”

You nodded vigorously.

“First I’m going to kiss all over your gorgeous fucking body, I can’t fucking wait to see you bare and get my mouth on your tits.” His hands illustrated his words by giving a squeeze to your chest that you felt travel down all the way to your clit, which was painfully swollen in the confines of your panties.

“Then,” he continued, “I’m going to eat you out, baby, bury my tongue in your pussy and you’re gonna feel so, so good. I’ll make you cum once or twice, haven’t really made up my mind yet.”

Absorbed by the imagery he was painting you, you tried to squeeze your legs together but you only squeezed Jake who was between them, and he hummed, seemingly satisfied with the effect he was having on you.

“And after that, how about you ride me, pretty girl, hmm ? Bounce on my cock, you choose the pace, you choose everything… you can even grind your pretty little clit on me….” He almost moaned at his own description. “What do you say ?”

The way he checked for your approval had you almost as weak as his words.

“Yes yes, just do it, please, Jake.” Your inhibitions were completely gone, the only thing on your mind being him, and the promise of everything he was about to do to you.

He completely laid you down on the bed, climbing over you between your legs, his nose tracing into your neck, taking the time to take your smell in.

“You are so eager, baby, I fucking love it.” he whispered, sending chills in your entire body and making you squeeze your thighs around him.

Jake let his lips wander around your neck, mouthing and nibbling on the sensitive flesh, tongue darting out to lick at certain areas. One of your hand shot out to bury itself in his hair, mindlessly tugging on it.

“Ngh— Ah, Jake…” you let out a breathy moan.

He groaned in delight, “yeah keep tugging on my hair, darlin’.”

Jake continued his exploration of your neck while his hands were squeezing your waits through your fluid suit. He took the lobe of your ear in his mouth and sucked on it lightly.

“Fuck…” you whined, eyes closed in pure bliss, while you had started to grind lightly into Jake, desperate to get just a tiny bit of relief.

“So sensitive.” He marveled and you could feel his smirk on your skin.

When his kisses met the top of your flight suit, he finally began to unzip it, and your heart got wild at the sound of the zipper being tugged down. Carefully, he took it off you and was met with your white t-shirt and leggings. He playfully raised a brow at you.

“I can understand the t-shirt, but leggings ? How are you not burning alive, aren’t you hot with all this ?” He inquired.

You shrugged, finding it hard to explain yourself when you were in fact burning alive, but because of his gaze and touch, not your flight suit. “I don’t like the feeling of the suit rubbing on my skin.”

He hummed, “of course you don’t, with such a sensitive skin…” he played with the hem of your t-shirt, “can I, darlin’ ?”

“Yes please.”

Jake took off your t-shirt off with a smile, smiling even bigger at the sight of your flushed chest and breasts squeezed into your sports bra. He could see the faint outline of your nipples where they had already began to pebble. His thumbs lightly traced around them, the light touch already had your back arching. With your approval, he took off your bra, and he let out a moan at finally seeing your breasts bare.

“Sweetheart, you are gorgeous.” He almost whimpered, eyes raking over the swell of your tits hungrily.

His hands cupped them, squeezed, massaged, not letting an inch of your boobs go unattended. Your hips were bucking up into his as you began to cry out.

“That feels— so good.” You whined, pushing out your chest onto him.

His hands on your chest combined with the feeling of your cunt rubbing against his cock was making you delirious. The barrier between his core and yours was getting thinner and thinner and it was sending you crazy.

“Yeah I can see that.” He smirked huskily as his fingers began targeting your hard nipples.

His thumbs swirled them as his hips started to meet your movements, grinding himself into your clothed pussy.

“Jake, you feel so good— ah fuck !” You got interrupted by the feeling of his hot, wet mouth around one of your nipples.

He hummed around it, sending vibrations throughout your entire body. Your other nipple was swelling under the attention of his hand, it felt divine. His mouth was sucking on your nipple, tongue swirling around it, teeth grazing it just lightly.

He let go of it with a loud pop, staring at his spit coating your red and swollen bud, he let his thumb brush over it.

“So pretty…”

He gave the same treatment to your other nipple. Jake would have been fine staying hours worshipping your breasts, but eventually you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. The wetness pooling in your panties was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“Jake,” you hesitated for a moment, not even believing the words that were about to come out of your mouth, but his adoration of you and you body was fueling your new found confidence, “eat me out— please.”

“Loot at you, asking for what you want, ‘m proud of you,” he praised, giving a lick to your nipple, “I will, baby, I will. Just give me a second to appreciate you, yeah ?”

Jake trailed kisses in the valley between your breasts, tongue darting out to taste your skin every now and then, and when his lips met the top of your legging, he, oh so slowly, took them off you. Your thighs fell open on their own.

“Baby, you are fucking leaking.” He rasped, eyes marveling at seeing how your grey underwear was soaked through, taking on a darker shade and clinging to your hot and slippery core.

“Yeah well, what were you expecting ?” You tried to scowl, heat rising to your cheeks out of embarrassment at his remark.

He didn’t dignify your brattiness with a response, only taking on a cooing voice to ask you, “could you back up a bit for me, sweetheart ?” You nodded, letting him get completely on the bed with you, “that’s it, get comfortable.”

Jake’s eyes returned to your clothed pussy, gaze laced with an hunger that felt too much to handle. His face got closer to you then, and you couldn’t contain the shaky breath that left you. Much to your surprise, Jake didn’t take off your panties, but his nose met your clit through the wet fabric as he took a sharp inhale. The contact sent a surge of electricity through you.

“Jake what are you— Ah !”

Your question ended in a moan when Jake’s tongue darted out to lick you over the fabric, gathering some of the wetness that was desperately leaking through, an irrefutable proof of the lust you felt for him. Before closing in bliss, your eyes caught Jake’s one almost rolling to the back of his head, from the mere taste of you on your panties.

“Taste better than I imagined,” he moaned into your panties, continuing to lick the fabric, letting his spit mix with your slick.

One thing you had noticed about Jake was that he was vocal, more than anyone you had been with. Vocal in his words, the way he talked to you, the way he expressed his pleasure… he wasn’t shy, wasn’t embarrassed about letting you know how good you looked, how good you felt. Wasn’t embarrassed about his pleasure being loud. And god did you love it.

At the feeling of him sliding your panties off, your eyes snapped open again, meeting his.

“Is this okay ?” He asked, a gentleness mixing with the huskiness in his voice that made your heart clench.

“Yes, thank you.” You smiled, gratitude taking over you at him being so careful, so respectful with you.

He returned your smile, leaving a kiss on your inner thigh and nosing at it, “no need to thank me, sweetheart.”

You grabbed at his flight suit, tugging him so he would come back up to you, he let himself get tugged while raising an inquiring brow, but his questioning expression quickly morphed into a melting one when you placed a tender kiss on his cheek, hoping the touch would convey every bit of the whirlwind of feelings taking your body hostage. You let your lips linger on his skin, and you heard him hum in delight. Cupping his cheek, you let your thumb rub his cheekbone adoringly. When you pulled away, you found nothing short of fondness and pure adoration in his eyes. Jake got close to you again, affectionately rubbing his nose with yours. In this moment, no words needed to be exchanged, only the quiet understanding of what this moment meant to you both.

Trailing kisses on his way down, he settled back between your thighs and finished taking off your panties, a string of your slick momentarily kept you connected to the fabric. Had Jake been any other man, you would have closed your legs, too embarrassed to have anyone that close to the most intimate part of you, but it was Jake. Jake who made it clear how much he wanted you, how he thought you were beautiful, Jake, who had promised to worship every inch of your body if you’d let him. So you kept your thighs open wide, baring yourself completely to him.

Jake fell silent as he took in your naked, weeping core for the first time, and you swore you could physically see his pupils dilate even more, if it was still possible at this point.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He finally said, after a few seconds of contemplation.

“Thank you…” you mumbled out, feeling dizzy under the weight of his heavy stare.

“You’re so sweet, baby.”

His hands came up to your pussy and your whole body clenched in anticipation of his touch, but it never really came. Instead, he used his thumbs to open you up, getting a better look of your glistening pussy that was burning alive for him. Stretching out your outer lips, his gaze lingered on your hole, and all this attention involuntarily made you clench, the movement of the muscles getting out another string of slick. Jake let out an appreciative hum.

“Oh yeah, I can’t wait to feel that around my cock.”

Whining, You tried to close your legs, if only to get the tiniest bit of friction but he kept them open.

“Shh, shh baby it’s alright, be patient. I’ll take care of you in a sec.”

He returned to his investigation, this time moving up to your clit. Very gently, he pulled your hood back with careful fingers, looking at the swollen, red bud that was begging for his attention.

And just as you were about to cry out, maybe even beg him to do something, anything, because the tension in your core was becoming unbearable and truly uncomfortable, you saw a string of spit left his mouth and slowly land on your clit, and you physically felt the little sensitive flesh twitch. Your eyes left his face to take a peek at the obscene visual your pussy was showing. Jake’s spit had began sliding down your folds, mixing with your arousal, cascading slowly towards your clenching hole.

Your hips bucked involuntarily towards his face, this whole situation felt too much to handle “fuck, I’m sorry I’m just— oh my god !” Your apology morphed into a surprised moan when you felt Jake’s tongue lick a long stripe from your hole to the very top of your clit.

It was unlike anything you had felt before, Jake’s mouth felt wet and hot on your already burning core. It was slippery, sticky, messy… but perfect. He kept going like that a few times, tongue flattened, licking long stripes, covering every inch of your cunt, from the base to the top.

“How does that feel, baby ? You like that ?” He asked, smug smirk firmly in place while he looked up to you.

“Feels— so so good, Jake, fuck, can— can you keep going please ?” You asked breathless, already desperate to feel him on you again.

“‘Course, sweet girl,” the pet name alone made you moan, which Jake chuckled at, “can’t believe no one has eaten this sweet pussy out before.” He mumbled to himself, before going back to work.

Next thing you felt was his lips wrapping around your clit, trapping the sensitive bundle of nerves in his mouth and sucking on it, sending white, sharp surges of pleasure through your body. Needing to grab onto something, your hands were frantically fisting at your bed sheets. Jake then let his tongue circle your clit, which had your back arching, and he didn’t even let you get accustomed to the feeling before he immediately changed the stimulation by gently flicking the sensitive flesh. The room was quickly filling up with the sounds of your choked up moans and whimpers, you couldn’t find it in you to care anymore at that point, the only thing on your mind being Jake between your legs, making you see stars. Your cries were joined by the obscene sound of Jake’s mouth meeting your cunt. The wet and slurping noises should have embarrassed you, disgusted you even, but it only fueled the fire in your stomach, heightening the pleasure already burning in your veins. Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were clenching the sheets.

Gently, and without ever interrupting the filthy attention he was giving your clit, one of Jake’s hand came up to yours, covering it entirely. The touch took a few seconds to register in your mind and when it did, you let go of the fabric to hold his hand. But the intertwining of your fingers that you were expecting never came, instead, Jake guided your hand down on the top of his head, making you grab a handful of his golden hair.

“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” he spoke against your folds, emerald eyes flicking up to you, “that’s what I’m here for.”

Shivering at the sensation of his voice against you, you tried to reason, “but I grip really hard, I don’t want to hurt you.” You explained, voice strained and out of breath from all your moaning, but sincere.

“You won’t, baby, I can take it. And even if you do hurt me, don’t worry, I promise I’ll like it.”

Experimenting, you slightly tugged his hair and The sound he let out went straight to your clit.

After letting out an involuntary pathetic whimper, you conceded, “okay, I’ll hold on to you.”

Jake gave your clit an appreciative kiss, “what a sweet little thing you are, baby.”

His words seeped into your mind, adding a soothing warmth on top of the burning sensation running under your skin as Jake went back to his administrations.

Licking up every drop of the arousal that was profusely leaking out of you, he was letting out humming noises, as if your essence was the best thing that he’d been given to taste. The vibrations were deliciously reverberating against your core, sending you to new highs and causing you to tug on his hair, hard. Perhaps harder than what he had imagined. But the apologies you had loaded and ready on the top of your tongue died when he let out a moan that was unmistakably one of pleasure, not at all pain. And seeing him get pleasure out of this only heightened yours.

His hands were maintaining your thighs open this whole time when you were desperately trying to close them, and it got worse when his tongue left your swollen clit to trail down and meet your aching hole. Jake only teased your entrance, slurping more of the sweet nectar dripping out of you.

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

“You— oh god ! You feel so good,” you cried out, head thrown back in pleasure while you had unknowingly and instinctively started to rock back against his face.

Jake’s tongue circled your entrance once more before dipping in slightly, licking the inside of your walls with a ferver that had your back arching, more so when his nose started bucking against your clit. You were babbling, saying anything and everything that came to your mind, mainly praises about how good he was to you while he hummed appreciatively against you. You almost screamed when his mouth returned to your clit, sucking on it, letting his teeth slightly graze it. You didn’t think it was possible for you to feel anymore pleasure than the one locking your whole body up at the moment, but then Jake’s hands, which had been comfortably settled on your thighs, squeezing them, went up your body, gave your waist an affectionate squeeze and continued their way up to reach your breasts. His warm palms cupped your boobs and his fingers toyed with your nipples, which were still tender from his earlier administrations.

The added stimulation forced a guttural moan out of your throat, a noise you probably would have cringed at if your brain wasn’t so clearly seeping out through your core and straight into Jake’s relentless mouth.

The string was beginning to coil tighter and tighter in your stomach, one of your hand was still gripping into his hair for dear life while the other was on top of one of his that was squeezing your breast.

“Jake, Jake Jake—“

“Yeah, baby ? You getting close ?” He cooed, lips brushing your clit with every word.

“Yes— Oh fuck,” you moaned, back arching, “you’re so good, Jake, keep going please, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—“ you pleaded, delirious with the feeling of your impending orgasm.

“‘M not, sweetheart, promise. Just relax for me.”

His tongue never stopped, neither did his fingers — twisting, rubbing, pinching your nipples. Your whole body started to lock up in anticipation of your release, thighs tensing and desperately trying to close around Jake’s head, breathing erratic… you were on the precipice, so so close… The string was coiled so tight in your lower stomach it was almost starting to hurt.

“Baby, just let go for me, you’re doing so good.” Jake whispered against your slippery folds, sensing your internal panic. “Relax and let it come to you, you’ve been such a good girl,” His hands adoringly cupped your breasts, letting go of the rough treatment on your nipples for a moment.

And before he could even return to sucking on your clit, his words had already pushed you over the edge. White, hot pleasure crashed into your body, making you arch your back so hard you’d probably still feel it tomorrow. Moans and cries got stuck in your throat, mouth silently hanging open, eyes rolling back to the back of your head though you wished you had been able to keep them on Jake.

Jake, who was loudly moaning against you, continued to lick and mouth at you while your pussy was frenetically clenching, rewarding him with your cum. He was enthusiastically prolonging your orgasm, he was making waves after waves of pleasure continuing to pass through you and you swore it felt dizzying for two seconds.

“Thaaaat’s it, baby,” he coaxed, hands running all over your body, “fuck, you look so beautiful.”

When you found your voice again, it was barely whimpers which made it past the threshold of your mouth. After what felt like blissful forever, you slowly started to come back down, you opened your eyes again at the feeling of Jake leaving small kisses all over your trembling thighs. He caught your eyes and smiled.

“There you are, how do you feel ?”

“Good,” you slurred, “so good, like my brain is gone.”

“Perfect,” he chuckled, “that was the plan.”

He continued to pamper your thighs and lower body in kisses, contact that was only reinforcing the floaty state you were in. His hands left your chest to rub your stomach, your thighs, but when he affectionately squeezed the high side of your left thigh, you hissed.

Immediately, Jake looked alert.

“Did I hurt you ?”

“No it’s okay, it’s just a bruise.”

He moved a bit to get a look at the place he had touched and he grimaced when he saw the deep purple bruise stretching on your thigh and stopping just shy of your ass.

“That’s a nasty bruise, what the hell did you do ?”

“Do you promise not to laugh ?”

He quirked an eyebrow at that.

“Well I’m definitely intrigued now. I promise, baby.”

“On Wednesday, you know it was raining really hard and I had that solo training flight. And… When I got out of my jet I slipped right off the ladder. Literally smashed so hard on the concrete.”

You saw the end of Jake’s lips quirk up slightly, he was so evidently holding in a laugh.

“God,” he exhaled a faint chuckle passing through, “I wish i’d been there to see that.”

“You fucking jerk,” you snarled with a teasing grin, giving his hair a tug that was meant to be reprimanding but felt more affectionate than anything. “actually, you know what’s funny ? My first reflex after I fell was to check that you weren’t fucking lurking nearby to make fun of me.”

Jake couldn’t hold back anymore and burst out laughing.

“Damn, how much of an asshole do you think I am ?”

You only deadpanned at him, no words needed to be said.

“Yeah, okay but I would have helped you, not laughed at you.”

“Really, Jake ? Is that the first thing you would have done ? Run to help me in my distress ?”

He took a minute to jokingly think it over.

“Okay I definitely would have laughed first,” he conceded, “But,” he held up a finger to stop you from saying anything before he could finish, “then, like the true gentleman I am, I would have ran by your side, baby.”

He placed a tender kiss on the inside of your thighs while being careful to not touch your bruise anymore. And suddenly, you were reminded of the context, which the banter had quietly taken you out of. You were sprawled out in front of Jake in all your naked glory, thighs open wide and trembling around his head while he laid on your bed, the end of his legs dangling off it and still entirely clothed with his flight suit.

Feeling a bit of shyness come back running as well as the need for his touch, you squirmed a little.

“You— you would have ?” You asked, already having lost the course of the conversation.

“Mmmh, do you not believe me, sweet girl ?”

You gulped, “not really, no.”

“I wonder what I could do to fix that…” Jake placed a kiss on your pubis, just above your little patch of hair.

Inhaling sharply, you refrained your hips from bucking into his face, “you don’t have to, Jake, you already— you know, you already made me… cum.” You whispered that last word out.

He looked up to you then, and the look in his eyes almost made you shy away “don’t even think about that, I want to.” He assured you, “question is, do you want to as well ?”

Was there any universe where you would have said no to having Jake Seresin stay longer between your thighs ? No, you didn’t think so.

You nodded.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

“No you don’t. Come on, you were doing so good earlier, telling me what you wanted...”

The sheer idea of being good for him again gave you back some of the courage you needed.

“Please eat me out again.”

A huge grin stretched his lips, glossy from your arousal, “that’s my girl.”

And he didn’t waste a second, immediately diving back into your cunt, munching on your puffy lips. Sensitive from your first orgasm, the pleasure felt so much more intense. It took him no time to have you writhing and squirming again as he focused all his attention on your swollen clit. Your moans were echoing off the walls of your room and you were so loud you were sure to receive some mean looks from your neighbors in the morning.

Silently, Jake’s hand gravitated towards your entrance, and the feeling of his fingertips on your hole startled you a little.

“Can I, sweetheart ? Need to get you ready for me.”

The prospect alone made you clench, “yes, yes, just— um, be gentle please ? It’s been a long time since, um,” you cleared your throat, “well, you know.”

“Of course, baby, I’ll be so gentle, don’t worry.”

His tongue returned to your sensitive bundle of nerves while his index finger circled your entrance, teasing you a bit before slowly inserting it. The stretch felt a bit uncomfortable at first, touching your own clit barely felt like anything so fingering yourself was always kind of out of the question for you, and it’d been a long time since your last miserable hook up. But the uncomfortable sensation quickly left place to pleasure as Jake gently curled his finger, and for a moment he only rubbed your inner walls, not even fully taking his finger out, only slowly dragging it along your walls. Somehow, how gentle he was with it all made it hotter for you.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart, just relax for me.”

You gasped when he gave your clit a particularly hard suck, “fuck— I’m trying, but you’re not exactly making it easy, ohmygod !”

His finger suddenly hit a spot that made you see stars and had your thighs trembling even more.

“Oh yeah, that’s the spot,” Jake spoke low in his throat, finger rubbing on the cluster of nerves.

Slowly, his middle finger joined his index, making come hither motions and hitting that sensitive spot every time.

“Jake, Jake yes right there, please— oh god that feels so good !” You cried out, pushing out your hips onto him, an unconscious attempt to feel more of his mouth on you.

Your walls were desperately fluttering around his fingers, a sign of your impending orgasm that you could feel building stronger than ever in your lower stomach. Hands feeling frantic again, you grabbed at Jake’s hair, arms, shoulders — any part of him that you could reach. It didn’t feel like enough, you needed more of him, the desire felt irrational, delirious and you must have looked crazy frenetically trying to hold onto him.

Wordlessly, since his mouth was occupied worshipping your twitching clit, his free hand gently took one of yours that was desperately grabbing at his shoulder, and he intertwined your fingers, thumb soothingly rubbing on your skin. The gentle touch amidst the hot and sharp pleasure was what you needed and your orgasm felt closer than ever.

“Can feel you clenching so hard, baby, you close, aren’t you ? Cum for me, sweet girl, make a mess, I’m right here.”

It seemed to be a pattern now, but his words immediately made the coil snapped as you came with a cry of his name, walls clenching so hard around his fingers it was almost impossible for him to keep fucking you through your orgasm. He made up for it by giving little licks to your overstimulated clit.

“Jake fuck !”

“Just like that, sweetheart, yeah must feel so good, huh ?” Jake coaxed, fingers inside still rubbing your inner walls.

The orgasm felt never ending, cunt frenetically pulsing and clit twitching under his tongue, the pleasure pulsing in your body felt like too much. And not long after, Jake’s mouth on your clit felt more uncomfortable than pleasurable and you gently tried to push his head off you with a whine, which he immediately did.

“Sorry, baby, you sensitive ?”

You nodded, not feeling like you could talk. Very slowly, Jake took his fingers out of you and immediately put them in his mouth, sucking them clean, not wasting a drop of your taste. And somehow, even though he just had been munching on you for the past twenty minutes, the visual made you blush. He took a look at your puffy pussy from his work and hummed low in his throat, seeming proud of his work. He soothingly rubbed his hands all over your body, being careful of avoiding where you were the most sensitive.

“You did so good, sweetheart, you were such a good girl for me.”

You let out an involuntary whimper at the praise and pulled him back up to you by the neck of his flight suit.

“That was so fucking good, Jake, I never— I never came like that.”

He smiled and leaned in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, and you could taste yourself on his lips. It only sparked a new flame of desire inside of you. Sighing softly into his mouth you almost whined in protest when he pulled back. He was still entirely clothed in his flight suit and suddenly every repressed thoughts you had ever had about him came running back. The urge to act upon them pushed the words out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Jake, could you lay down, please ?”

He seemed surprised, and intrigued, but definitely pleased, judging by the familiar smirk pulling at his pink and swollen lips.

“You wanna take care of me, baby ?” He cooed while doing what you asked.

“Yes,” you simply said in a breath, switching position with him.

Your honesty took him back for a second but he happily complied, and he began unzipping his flight suit but your hand shot out to stop him.

“No, let me.”

His breath hitched almost imperceptibly, but you noticed. You always did when it came to him.

Jake got comfortable against your pillows, opening his legs slightly so you could get between them, and you took a moment to admire him. He was completely laid out on your bed, jade eyes looking up at your naked form hovering over him.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this exact situation,” he confessed in a breath.

His endless praise and confessions of how long he’s wanted this were only fueling your confidence.

“I think I might…” you trailed off, eyes pointedly looking at the prominent bulge in his flight suit.

Leaning down, your mouth landed on his neck and the first thing you did was take a whiff of his scent, of him. And you only thought of yourself as disgusting for half a second for finding the smell of his sweat arousing. Breathing into his neck flipped a switch into your brain.

You trailed kisses all over the thin skin of his neck, and you licked a long stripe from the base of it up until his jawline, just beneath his ear. Jake let out a pleasured sigh, hands shooting out to grip your hips, desperate to feel you. Trailing your way down with kisses, you met the top of his flight suit and the sheer idea of taking it off him sent your heart reeling.

“Can I take it off ?”

“Hell yes, baby.”

You began unzipping it and helped him out of it, he was left only in a white t-shirt and his boxers. Without waiting a second, both your pair of hands made quick work of disregarding his top. The sight before you was nothing short of heavenly and you barely noticed the whimper that left your throat.

Splayed out on your bed sheets, Jake looked like every single repressed and unconscious fantasy you ever had. His cheeks were visibly getting redder under your scrutinizing gaze, it made his eyes stand out more as he looked up at you, anticipation burning in the two emeralds throning at the top of his face.

Your eyes hungrily followed the course of his deepening blush. His neck was beautifully blooming in a gentle pink, and you could see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. The blush continued its way down, painting his collarbone and tanned chest. And God his chest. It looked firm and soft at the same time, his nipples were hard, and stupidly you didn’t think men’s nipples could do that but you suddenly got an urge to take them in your mouth.

Your eyes continued their way down, passing over the hair adorning his chest, his well defined abs, his happy trail disappearing beneath his boxers — taunting you. And finally, your gaze settled between his legs. His black boxers were very obviously strained with the weight of his erection, and you could even see a tiny dark patch of fabric where he’d been leaking precum. The entire sight of him was so erotic you practically could feel the blood drain from your brain to make a one way race over to your pulsing clit.

“Are you just gonna look at me all night ?” He prompted in a teasing tone laced with something strained.

“You’re so hot, Jake.”

You would have thought that someone like Jake would be used to this kind of praise, but the blush only darkened on his already tanned skin, and that turned you on more than you could have imagined. Leaning down, your mouth started licking at his collarbone, tasting his skin. And quickly you navigated towards his nipples, circling one with your tongue while you toyed with the other with your fingers, mirroring the sweet torture he had inflicted you only minutes prior.

“Oh fuck…” he let out a guttural groan mixed with a small chuckle, “not gonna lie, nipple play was not something I expected from you.”

“Me neither,” you admitted, lips brushing his bud with every word. “But your nipples are very pretty— I mean you’re very pretty— fuck I’m sorry I’m not good at this.”

“You’re all good, baby, don’t worry, you’re good.”

Giving one of his nipple a small lick of appreciation, his whole body shivered and you felt his cock twitch beneath you when you resumed your administrations.

“Y/N, please just touch my cock.”

“Patience, Jake, let me appreciate you.” You cooed with a smirk, mimicking the tone he’d used with you.

Jake let out a strained laugh, “asshole.”

Winking at him, you resumed your path down his body, licking his abs, nibbling on them, letting your teeth ever so slightly graze them… And every single one of Jake’s reaction, every low moan, groan, gasp, buck of his hips, every whine — because yes Jake Seresin was not a man who was afraid to whine — was driving you insane. Replacing every single rational thoughts in your mind by him, only and purely him.

Getting to the level of his Adonis belt, one thought got through the thick fog of want and desire clouding your mind.

“I’ve never— um,” and then you just stated rambling, “listen I know you ate me out and that felt so so good but I— fuck I never went down on a guy before and trust me I want to go down on you but, it’s just that I’m nervous I won’t do good and—“

“Hey, hey hey hey, baby, it’s alright, you’re good” he sat up a bit to face you, “no obligation at all, ‘m not expecting anything from you, okay ? We can stop right now.”

“No no, I don’t want to stop,” you expressed a bit too eagerly, “I— I want to jack you off, if that’s alright.”

Jake thought right there and then that your politeness in such a context would end up killing him.

“Yeah, that’s more than alright, sweetheart. Just do what you’re comfortable with, we can try other things next time.”

‘Next time’. The possibility made your head spin.

After locking your lips with his briefly in a grateful gesture, you started, with his help, to take off his boxer. His cock finally sprung free, and the sight was almost too much. You were wondering if perhaps your arousal hadn’t started to leak on your sheets by now.

He was big, but that was to be expected of Jake. He had veins running all along his shaft, leading to his tip which looked swollen and red and had precum profusely leaking from it. You never would have thought that you’d say that about a dick, but he looked pretty. Or perhaps it was the fact that it was Jake’s that made it look so appealing to you.

You were about to spit in your day to get it wet when you thought of a better idea. Locking eyes with Jake, your hand went between your legs, gathering some of the slickness glossing your folds. His eyes widened at the sight.

“Shit, Y/N…”

Your hand now wet with your arousal, you carefully wrapped it around Jake, who let out a hiss at the contact. Your hand went up and down his length, swirling slightly on his tip, gathering his precum and mixing it with your own juices.

Placing a hand on his chest — his skin felt burning under your palm — you gently pushed him back so he could lay on your pillows again. You were in no way near as talented as Jake was for dirty talk, but you were determined to make him know just how much he was turning you on. So you simply decided to let your mouth run free, translating out in the open every thought going through your mind.

“Your moans are so pretty,” you told him, hand still on his chest while the other was slowly stroking him up and down.

This only prompted him to let out a louder one, “fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me….”

Your thumb gently wipes his slit and he bucked up in your hand, “does that feel good ?”

“Yes— Hmm shit, yes, you’re doing so good.”

“Your cock feels amazing in my hand.”

His head was thrown back, eyes tightly closed, he looked perfect. Leaning down, you began to tease his nipples with your mouth. A string of moans and groans were leaving his mouth, as you continued to stroke him, alternating between rubbing his sensitive tip and his length.

You could hear his moans getting breathier and heavier, his cock was constantly twitching in your hand as your mouth was occupied switching between his buds, which had gotten all swollen from your attention. His abs were contracting and from your limited experience, it was a sign of his impending orgasm. Eager to see him completely lose himself in the waves of pleasure only by your hand, you sped up, just slightly, before his hand suddenly shot out to stop you.

“Wait, I want to feel you around me when I cum.”

Only capable of nodding feverishly, you took your hand off him.

“Do you have a condom ?” He asked you.

“Um— fuck let me check.”

Rummaging through the drawers of your bedside table, you were praying to find at least one condom, you didn’t think you’d be able to survive not feeling him inside you any longer. When you found one, you quickly checked that it wasn’t expired before handing it to Jake. He made quick work of unwrapping it before rolling it down his cock, an action you watched intensely with noticeable hunger.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” Jake lightly patted his lap.

With slightly shaky limbs from anticipation, you swinged one leg across his lap, straddling him.

“You ready ?” He asked you, gently rubbing your thighs up and down.

“Yeah,” you answered in a breath.

Rubbing his cock a few times, he lined it up with your pussy, rubbing your clit with his tip. Your thighs trembled slightly.

“Can I…?” You trailed off, voice shaky.

“Yeah, come on down, baby.”

With Jake’s help, you started to lower yourself down on him. His tip breached past your folds and you both gasped at the feeling.

“F-Fuck sweetheart, you’re so warm…”

The stretch was heavenly as you continued to slowly go down, taking more of him inside you.

“Jake, ngh— oh my god.”

Feeling him run against your sensitive walls was making your legs weak.

“Baby, ah— relax a bit for me, yeah ? You’re squeezing me so fucking hard—“

“‘M sorry, you just feel so good.” You whimpered.

When you fully sat down on him, you were practically shaking, pussy desperately fluttering around him. Taking the time to adjust to his size, you tried to breathe through it. You felt so completely full, in the best way.

Jake seemed as overwhelmed as you, his hands gripping your thighs.

“You feel perfect, sweetheart…” he praised, his thumb moving to trace languid circles on your clit which made you jolt slightly.

You wish you would have been able to warn Jake, but you weren’t even aware of it yourself. It only took one more pass of his thumb over your clit for your body to entirely lock up upon the pleasure washing over you.

Your orgasm took you by surprise as you hunched over him, shaking with the force of it and pussy helplessly clenching around him.

“Oh God— Ah fuck !”

Jake’s eyes widened out for a second before letting his hands run all over your thighs, ass and chest, coaxing you through it.

“Let it all out, sweetheart. Shit— you’re doing so good for me sweet girl, such a good girl, God you’re creaming all over me…”

Hunched over him, violent tremors passed through you as you were completely helpless to the pleasure holding you hostage. The knowledge that you were that close to him and that there was no physically possible way for you two to be closer than the position you were in right now was making your fall over the edge that much powerful.

“You’re inside me,” you finally said looking down at where you two were connected when the peak of your pleasure let place to static white noise.

Jake looked up at you so reverently you genuinely thought this moment would be the death of you, and you caught yourself thinking it wouldn’t be such a bad way to leave this world.

“Yes I am,” he agreed, voice strained but so worshipful, “and you feel so perfect, sweet girl, you’re perfect. Feels like you were fucking made for me.” He breathed out, palm going to rest against your stomach, pressing down lightly to feel himself inside of you.

You let out a small moan as you placed a hand on top of his, “I think I was.”

In one swift movement, Jake sat up to bring his lips to yours, pouring every single one of his feelings for you into it, and God did you feel it. When you both pulled back to get air, he rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling together.

“Do you feel like you can move, or are you a bit tired ?” Jake asked you gently after a minute.

Slowly testing your strength, you tried lifting yourself a bit and were immediately met with the reality of your quivering thighs. Your sensitivity was through the roof and your stamina had been taken out by your three prior orgasms.

“Yeah, sorry I don’t think this position is gonna do it…”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna take good care of you,” he said, voice low and husky.

With all the care in the world, and all the while staying seated inside your warmth, he flipped you so that you were now comfortably resting against the pillows while he was hovering above you.

“You comfy ?” He asked, his nose fondly nudging yours.

“Yes,” you breathed out, “so comfortable, thank you.”

Jake let out a small chuckle while his hips slowly began to grind into yours, “love how polite you are, such a sweet little thing, aren’t you ?”

Your response was only a drawn moan at the feeling of his cock rubbing inside your walls. A slow grind that had his neat patch of pubic air perfectly rub on your clit, it was divine.

“Ah— Oh Jake you feel so— Ngh fuck…”

“Yeah tell me baby, how do I feel ?” he prompted.

“Good, so good, so fucking good..” you rambled, already lost in the pleasure he was providing you.

“Yeah that’s it,” he praised, putting back one of his hand on your stomach and pressing down, “you feel me ? I’m right here, right here baby, so fucking deep inside you…”

A cried left your throat as his hips gained a bit more strength in their movement. You were desperate to keep holding his gaze but you were unable to refrain your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. Your nails were digging into his skin, raking all over his shoulders and back which Jake let out a blissful hiss at. Your hands kept going lower and lower, almost making his back arch. Eventually, you reached his ass and cupped his cheeks, and Jake let out a chuckle through his string of moans of your name.

“That’s right, I forgot you had a thing about my ass.”

“You looked very good today,” you huffed out in a whimper.

Jake let out a groan.

“Yeah ? You were checking me out, darlin’ ?” He asked, Texan drawl dripping from his tongue like hot honey, brain too focused on you to try and conceal it anymore, “I knew you were, that’s why I walked up in front you on the tarmac this morning…”

Squeezing his ass in response, you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t be embarrassed now, I’m flattered, baby, really.”

He angled his hips slightly, and his tip hit a spot you didn’t even know existed in you, sending white, hot pleasure in your veins.

“Jake— ohmygod, right there, right there, fuck—“

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

Without thinking twice about it, you looked up from his neck, your eyes diving into his jade ones, half lidded with pupils dilated, he was looking so intensely at you. Jake picked up the pace a bit, cock hitting right on that spot with every single thrust and you were fighting yourself to keep your eyes on him.

“Where is your vibrator ?” He asked, a bit breathless but hips keeping steady.

The question took a minute to register in your mind, “what for ?”

Jake grinned, the front of his golden hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, “what do you think, baby ? I wanna use it on your pretty little clit.”

The perspective of having anything other than Jake’s skin touch you felt wrong. He was warm above you, loud, alive, him. The idea of having the cold silicone on you repulsed you.

“I don’t want the vibrator,” you said quickly, “I want you, just you.”

His languid rhythm faltered for a second as he let out a long, guttural moan, before resuming his pace.

“Jesus, darlin’, you can’t just say shit like that…”

Two of his fingers moved down your body and reached up your swollen and puffy clit, tracing slow circles on it.

“I’m right here, right here, baby, just me.”

Crying out, you held on tighter to him, the added stimulation was bringing you closer to your fourth high of the night.

Jake’s face was so close to yours both of your breaths were mingling together, strings of curses and moans leaving both of you. The sensation of his length inside of you, hitting that sensitive spot inside of you combined with the pressure on your clit was driving you crazy, your legs went to wrap around his waist, squeezing him without meaning to.

“You feel amazing, pussy sucking in me so fucking good,” he moaned against your lips, “you’re so perfect, sweet girl…”

You clenched so hard at his words it was impossible for him to move for a few seconds.

“Ohhh baby, you like that huh, ? Like when I tell you how perfect you are for me ? My sweet, sweet girl…” his lips left a tender kiss on your forehead.

The pet name alone was making you see stars, and you could feel your orgasm starting to build from very deep within your guts.

“I like when you call me that,” you whimpered.

“Call you what ? Sweet girl ? Is that what has you clenching your tight little pussy ‘round me ?”

“Yes— fuck, ‘m so close Jake, please don’t stop, ‘m so so close…”

“‘M not stopping, sweet girl, ‘m gonna make you feel so fucking good, wanna feel you cum around me so bad…” he moaned.

“Are— are you close too ? Wanna cum with you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as you felt his cock twitch inside you, “yeah, I am, shit—“

With every thrust, his chest was rubbing against your sensitive nipples. Your pussy was throbbing, leaking down Jake’s cock and onto your sheets. The room was filled with the obscene noises of your slick getting pushed in and out of you by Jake, and with both of your breathless moans. It all felt too much, in the best way possible. Your toes curled and you could feel in your bones that the waves of pleasure would submerge you miore violently than ever before.

“Jake,” you caught his attention, desperate to let him know, “Jake— fuck, I’m gonna cum, cum with me please, please, Jake—“ you were practically incoherent, but he understood every word, he never once changed his pace, keeping that delicious rhythm that was seconds away from tipping you over the edge.

“‘M right here with you, go ahead, cum for me sweet girl, ‘m right behind you, promise, cum for me, you’ve been so good…”

That was it.

With a noise that you didn’t know you were capable of making, you came apart beneath Jake. The force of your orgasm crashing onto you almost took your breath away. The pleasure locked all your muscles in place, rendering you completely helpless, you couldn’t do anything but cry out Jake’s name on repeat as you felt your body elevate to another dimension.

“That’s it, sweet girl, yeah— Ngh fuck !”

It didn’t take look for Jake to follow behind you. Your pussy was clenching sporadically around him, locking him in place and leaking all over his cock.

Right as you felt him twitch inside of you, your hands went up to cup his face, forcing him to look at you while he came. You wanted — no, needed to see him. As soon as his eyes met yours and with a few weakened out thrusts, he emptied himself in the condom with a long, drawn out moan. You could see that his eyes desperately wanted to fall closed to focus on the sensation of his release but he forced himself to keep them on you.

Mouth opened, eyes at the limit of rolling to the back of his head and eyebrows scrunched up…

He looked beautiful.

Seeing him like that only prolonged your own high.

It felt never ending. But eventually, after what had felt like eternity, Jake dropped carefully on top of you, completely spent.

“Jesus… I never came like that,” he exhaled in a small, amazed and tired chuckle.

His head was buried in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily on your skin. One of your hands automatically moved to his hair, tenderly passing your fingers through his golden locks, which he let out a blissful sigh at.

Your release left you with a sense of floating that felt like lying on a cloud. As you were trying to catch your breath and get it back to normal, you suddenly felt your heart clench. Without understanding why, your throat started to close up and your eyes to tear up. Feeling a sense of panic at your sudden and inexplicable distress, you tried to keep the tears from running down your cheeks. But it was useless. God, what was happening to you ? You felt good, great, perfect even, so what the fuck had gotten into you ?

Trying to understand where this was coming from and why the tears were now falling freely down your flushed cheeks, you let out an involuntary sob. Jake immediately looked up from where he was nudged against your neck, and his tired eyes immediately widened when they saw your face. Very gently, he pulled out of you.

“Hey, hey Y/N are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?” He sat up, giving you space from him.

“No I’m alright, I’m fine, I swear,” you tried to explain through the sobs that you couldn’t contain, “I— I don’t know what’s happening—“

Jake’s face melted right then and there and he seemed to understand in seconds what you couldn’t, he wasted no time to take you into his arms, holding you close.

“Shh, shh, You’re okay, Y/N, it’s alright. It’s just the hormones crashing down, you’re okay.”

Chocking up on a cry, you held onto him tighter than what was probably comfortable for him, but he said nothing of it. He only rocked you gently, continuing to shush you softly.

“I’m sorry—“ you hiccuped into his shoulder, “I don’t know what’s happening—“

“You’re all good, sweet girl, shh shh, you’re okay I promise.”

When the sobs calmed down, he slowly pulled away from you, if only to take a good look at your reddened eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“‘M sorry…” you said in a low voice, ashamed of having ruined such a blissful moment.

“You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart,” he assured in a gentle voice while brushing a sweaty strand of her behind your ear, “you’re all good. Crying after sex is completely normal, it can happen after big orgasms. It’s all your hormones crashing down at once, it can cause some people to get emotional. Nothing embarrassing.”

Sniffling a bit and wiping your eyes, you almost broke down again at his gentle explanation. You wrapped your arms around him again, needing the comfort and safety of his arms in your fragile emotional state.

“Thank you.” You exhaled, leaving a tender and grateful kiss in the crook of his neck.

One of his hand was cupping your head while the other was adoringly rubbing your back.

“No need to thank me, baby, it’s normal.”

Both of you stayed like that for what felt like forever. Embraced by each other, in a comfortable silence that was only disturbed by the sound of your relaxed breaths. Naked both in body and in feelings, you thought that this might be what heaven felt like.

Jake’s voice eventually broke the peace, “you need to go pee, sweetheart.”

“Jake, what the fuck ?” You pulled back in a stunned laugh to look at him.

“Don’t look so offended, I don’t want you to get a UTI, I’m thoughtful,” he said in a mock, overly sweet voice.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, playfully slapping his chest.

Jake laughed and quickly stole a kiss that had you giggling.

“Instead of worrying about my genital hygiene, why don’t you worry about yourself first ?” You teasingly asked, pointing to his softening cock, still trapped in the used condom.

He’d been so focused on calming and reassuring you that he’d forgot to throw out the condom.

“Ah fuck, that’s disgusting,” he grimaced before taking it off and tying it up, “where’s your bathroom ?”

“Right outside on the left.”

You watched him get up in all his naked glory, eyes inevitably trailing down…

“Did you leave scratch marks on my ass ?” He asked without even turning around.

“A little,” you giggled, hearing him laugh as he disappeared inside the bathroom.

He quickly came back after getting rid of the condom, he stopped a minute by the door, eyes raking over your naked form.

Letting a yawn, you met his gaze with a fond smile.

“I’m gonna take a shower before bed, do…” you cleared your throat, “do you wanna join me ?”

The smile that broke out on Jake’s face was nothing short of dazzling, “that’d be my greatest pleasure.”

In three big and quick strides, he reached you and without warning he lifted you up bridal style. You let out a squeal in surprise.

“I can walk you know,” you said in a laugh.

“With how hard you just came on my dick ? I don’t think so, sweetheart, sorry.”

You made a mock undignified noise, “I’ll let it slide, just this once, Seresin.”

“And i’m back to last name basis.”

“I can think of a few ways to get back to first name, if you’re interested.” You said, your voice instinctively dropping to a sultry tone you didn’t think you were capable of.

“Oh yeah ?” Jake inquired, voice matching yours as he started to walk towards the bathroom, “I’m more than interested, sweet girl.” He said, head dropping down to leave kisses all over your neck.

Letting another squeal, it was impossible for you to conceal your fit of pleased giggles.

You didn’t think you had ever felt anymore at peace than in this very moment. And watching Jake turn on the shower, that’s when you really understood.

Pleasure is no shame. It never should have been. And you knew that with Jake by your side, it never would be again.

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Author’s note : OMG guys I felt like this fic was never ending😭 but I am so happy and so proud to finally present you the final part of Pleasure Is No Shame. The support on this series has been insane and I’m so grateful.

This fic started as the most self indulgent premise ever, and I’m so glad so many of you took pleasure in reading it ! I put my blood, sweat and tears into it and I sincerely hope you enjoyed that last part ! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged or even just read this series, it means a lot and I think it will always have a special place in my heart !

Also I never planned for it to actually be that long so I’m sorry if it ended up being boring, don’t hesitate to tell me if it was too long !

Next thing I’m gonna try to work on is 8-pool meltdown part 2 !💞

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