Good Pups Get Rewarded
18+ MDNI
jake ‘hangman’ seresin x afab!reader
characters: jake seresin, reader, the dagger squad
warnings: THIS IS SMUT 18+ MDNI, this is pure smut, not cute fluffy with smut thrown in there, SMUT FROM START TO FINISH, switch and dom/sub mechanics, restraints and gags used, pet names, slight pet play (use of the name pup), overstimulation, sub-space, safe colors (green, yellow, red) mentioned and put into play, tears, bathroom sex, the dagger squad is a bunch of pervs, please please please let me know if i missed anything! (ps this is written by a virgin)
word count: 2600 (on the fucking dot baby)
a/n: this is a product of me and a dress and the horner (don’t ask), and glen’s post golden globes workout audio
i want to thank @lovinglyeternal (or @lovingbradshawafterdark) for working with me on this in the chat and @cassiemitchell @startrekfangirl2233 for reading over this and making me blush
and thank you @startrekfangirl2233 and @roosters-girl for assisting with the title
summary: jake’s a switch... (that’s it, that’s all you get)
OKAY MINORS IM SERIOUS TURN AROUND AND WALK YOUR BUTT HOME THIS IS NOT FOR YOU
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Jake Seresin is a switch.
You wouldn’t think it, but he is.
Jake’s cocky, arrogant, so full of himself it’s surprising he can fit in his cockpit.
He didn’t know he was a switch until he met you.
You bring that ego right back down to earth with a single glance.
It was his sister’s wedding. You were wearing a satin, forest green dress that had two slits up the side.
You’d swept him away with how easy you were to talk to.
Jake loved your sense of humor and how your chest flamed red when he complimented you.
You had taken his hat at some point in the night and he burned hot with desire watching you dance with it on.
“You know, Darlin’. There’s a rule down here about takin’ a cowboy’s hat,” he said, the natural rasp in his voice becoming more prominent with his accent.
He expected you to blush and giggle, like you had at previous points in the night.
But no.
You turned and pulled him in by his belt, the satin of your dress pressed against his black dress pants.
“I know the rule. Why do you think I took it?”
For the first time in his life, a girl had made him gulp while also giving him the hardest hard on he’s ever had.
“You’ll get your ride, Cowboy. You just have to be patient. Think you can do that?”
Jake was gobsmacked by your authority and managed to utter out a flustered, “Yes, ma’am.” And you smiled at him, “Good.”
That night Jake had the best time of his life.
His patience earned him the ride of a lifetime. He watched you with his tie binding his wrist to the headboard and the satin of your dress brushing his sensitive skin as you rode him with his hat on your head and your tits spilling out of the top of your dress.
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Which is how he ended up where he is tonight.
He watched you bend over the pool table in your sundress, your ass barely brushing his already painfully hard cock.
He can’t help the whimper that escapes when the friction disappears.
“You say something, Jakey?” You ask, faux innocence dripping in your tone. He presses himself against you, “Please, I’m dyin’ here, Darlin’. I need-” He cut himself of when you arched a brow at him, he knew he fucked up.
He stumbled to fix himself, pulling away from you and holding your hand. “Ma’am please, I’ve been so good,” he whispers, his tone pleading.
“You know the rules, Baby. You’ll wait like a good boy or I can go home and fuck myself while you stay here until I tell you to come home.” You look him directly in the eye, “It’s your choice pup.”
Jake’s face pinches in annoyance and he grumbles something unintelligible but obviously bratty.
You pulled your hand from his and go to sit your pool stick down, “Okay, if that’s how you want it.”
Jake is quick to protest, “NO DON’T.”
He snaps his mouth shut and looks around at the aviators that glanced his way before clearing his throat.
“I’ll be good. I’ll be so good,” he whispered, desperation clear in his eyes and tone. You sigh and turn back to your pool game, “Alright then. How about we get back to this game of pool and you try not to cum in your pants? Then maybe, you can get a reward.”
He nods, swallowing his whimper before saying, “I’ll try, ma’am.” You nod and then you and Jake continue to play.
****
Jake was losing it.
His jeans were too tight. His brain could only focus on your curves in your dress and the way you looked up at him through your lashes.
“Damn Hangman,” Coyote said, watching how Jake couldn’t pot a single shot he took. “Looks like your girl’s distracting you.” Jake grips his cue as you bend over, the backs of your thighs looking heavenly. “‘M fine.”
His friend raises an eyebrow, but lets it go when you turn around with a triumphant smile. “I win!”
Jake can only give you a crooked smile as he tries not to look at your chest when you bounce on your toes in excitement.
Coyote takes Jake cue, “Let’s do a round of darts. Build that ego back up, buddy.”
Jake tries to relax but his body is vibrating and his mind is starting to cloud over.
He throws his darts as best he can, but he’s either hitting the board low or missing it completely.
“Hey, I was just kidding, earlier. But now I’m worried.” Jake shook his head, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, ‘Yote. I’ll be fine.”
Jake took a breath, glancing over at you and feeling that familiar tingle in his lower back when you smiled at him.
He let out a shaky breath, flexing his hands to release the tension.
“Are you sure-” “It’s fine, trust me. Everything’s under control.”
No it wasn’t.
It was far from undercontrol.
Because the moment he looked back at you and saw your tits bounce as you won another game of 9-ball.
He was gone.
The band in his torso snapped and he groaned lowly as he willed his hips to stay still.
He’d just failed at his only task.
Without saying a word, he left to the bathroom, not looking at you as he passed you. He was embarrassed and felt he let you down.
You passed your cue to Payback and followed your boyfriend to the bathroom, locking the door when you got in there.
You glanced at his jeans when he turned to you from the sink, seeing a spot slightly darker than the dark washed denim.
You cup his jaw, feeling the cold water he had just splashed on his face, “Awe, did pup make a mess?”
He nods, tears glistening in his eyes because he’s disappointed you.
“Oh, Baby,” you gave him a gentle kiss before sinking to your knees. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. I’ll clean you up. You tried so hard for me.”
He moved to touch you but you backed away. “But you can’t touch, grab the counter.”
Jake nods quickly and does as told.
Once he gets a good grip on the counter, you work his belt and buckle open before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
You place open mouth kisses to his cum soaked boxer briefs, tasting the salty sweetness through the fabric.
“You taste so good, baby.” Jake whimpers at the complement from above you. “Thank you, ma’am.”
You smiled and finally freed his rehardening cock. “Look at you, pup. Such a pretty dick, even when it’s covered in your cum.” Before he can thank you, you start to lick up what was coating him, making sure to clean anything off his thigh, pubic bone, and balls.
You’re being through and gentle, stroking him as you gather the cum that pooled in his underwear and letting it drip on his shaft before licking it off.
Jake was gasping and moaning above you, lost in the feeling of your mouth and the sounds of content you made before praising his taste and his behavior.
He was so lost that he hadn’t realized his hips were moving on their own as he tried to fuck your face.
As soon as you felt his hips move, you stopped and pulled away from him.
“No, sir. I’m in charge tonight, you know that. I don’t want to punish you because you’ve been so good. But I can’t let it slide, pup.”
Jake whimpers and you can see he’s white knuckling the counter top. “I’m sorry ma’am. It won’t hap-appen again.” You rubbed his thighs, feeling how shaky his legs had become.
“Lay down,” you ordered gently as you stood up.
He gulps, afraid that he did something wrong. “Ma’am?” You pointed to the tile, “Lay. Down.”
Still confused, he does as told and lays down on his back, taking deep breaths to remain calm and not show you how nervous he was becoming.
“Take off your belt for me,” you order again, kneeling beside him.
Now he’s worried. He’s unsure of what your intentions are and while he trusts you, he’s reaching his subspace and he’s nervous because he’s confused. But he also doesn’t want to disappoint you, so he doesn’t say anything and tries his best to do as told.
But you could see how shaky his hands are and that he isn’t looking at you.
You cup his face and coax him to look at you, “Jake? Jakey, look at me pup. Please.” He does and you can see his subspace almost taking him over.
“Pup, what’s your color?”
He gulps, not wanting to say.
“Pup… I need to know.”
He averts his eyes, “Yellow…”
“Okay, talk to me. What do I need to do? What are you feeling?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair.
“I’m… I’m confused, a little nervous,” he managed, now that he knew you weren’t upset.
You nodded, “Okay, I’ll talk you through it. You trust me, right?” He nodded, “Yes ma’am.” You take his belt off yourself and gently grab both his wrist and set them on his stomach.
You place the worn leather on his wrists, “I’m gonna restrain you. Is that okay?” Jake just nods. You shake your head, “Words baby, I need words.” “Yes, you can restrain me.”
Gently, you fasten the belt around his wrists.
Once you’ve done so, you hold his hand. “Color?” “Green,” he breathes out, closing his eyes as he begins to let himself slip back into his subspace.
You slip off your panties as he opens his eyes again, “Open.” He does so, moaning when your scent hits his nose and your taste hits his tongue.
“You’re loud, pup,” you say, staying true to your word that you would explain. You run your finger through his hair again and he follows you, nuzzling into your hand. “We can’t have Rooster hear and come in and see you like this. Can we, pup?” You know the door is locked, but he doesn’t.
He shakes his head and says, “No ma’am.” It’s muffled by the fabric, but you understood him
You kiss his forehead before moving into the 69 position.
Jake can’t touch or taste you, but he has a perfect view of your glistening cunt and he whimpers around the cloth.
You take his cock in your hand and pump him a few times, letting spit drip from your watering mouth and gently blowing air on his tip afterwards.
His strangled moan was heard from behind you and you gripped one of his bound hands. “I got you baby.”
Then you took him into your mouth.
You bobbed your head at a rhythmic pace, reveling in the moans, groans and whimpers coming from your boyfriend.
You’re taking as much of him as you can into your mouth, squeezing your throat by swallowing.
At one point you hum contently and it sends vibrations throughout Jake’s whole body, lighting his nerves on fire.
He’s moaning wildly and you’re certain the squad can hear.
Behind you, Jake has tears running down the sides of his face, his back is arching off the ground and he knows he’s close again.
You do too, so you pull back to catch your breath and Jake whimpers pathetically behind you.
You wipe your mouth, feeling how puffy your lips are, “Just a second, baby. I gotta catch my breath.”
From your position, you can see how tight his balls are and his thighs are shaking as he holds back from releasing on your face.
When you go back in, Jake’s moan causes your panties to slip out of his mouth and his pretty sounds are bouncing off the walls, making you clench your pussy around nothing.
But Jake saw it.
“You’re pussy’s so pretty…” The complement is thick with southern twang as Jake stays lost in his coming orgasm.
You moan around him and you’re certain your slick dripped onto his face.
Finally after a few more head bobs, you feel him twitch. “Can I cum, ma’am? Please can I cum?”
You pull back to answer, “Cum for me, pup.” You take as much of him as you can and feel him cum down your throat.
It’s a lot, and you almost can’t swallow it, but you’re not one to be wasteful.
Under you, Jake is arching off the tile, head thrown back as a primal moan tears itself from his throat.
“Thank you… thank you…” He pants, whimpering again when the warmth of your mouth is gone.
You get off him and kneel beside him, stuffing your panties in your pocket and undoing his restraints.
You move his head into your lap, shushing him and scratching his head, “You did so good. So so good, pup.” You take a moment before standing.
“I’m gonna clean you up and then we’ll get you something okay?” He nods, still dazed, but he barely registers your gone before your back with a warm paper towel and holding his hand.
He still hisses with sensitivity when you get him back into his underwear.
You managed to get you both against the wall so you’re not in the middle of the bathroom floor.
You almost laugh when his six foot stature curls into you, but he’s trembling with adrenaline and you know it’s going to be a while before he’s ready to get up.
Running your nails gently up and down his back, you praised him. “You did so good for me, Jake. I’m so proud of you.” You continue saying sweet nothings and adding forehead kisses as he recovers.
A few minutes in, someone knocks at the door.
“Y’all okay?” It was Bob.
“Hey, Bobby, could you bring us some gatorade and a few snacks?”
On the other side of the door, the squad was not expecting to hear your voice.
“Okay, but why does that-” “Rooster shut the fuck up,” Phoenix said, smacking him on the arm.
Bob rolls his eyes and does as requested.
****
He comes back with snacks, the gatorade, with a straw, and the bathroom key.
He knocked twice before coming in, “Hey, just me. I got the stuff.”
You nodded but continued to hold Jake, cooing praises against his temple.
Bob gives you both a small smile and a nod before going out and locking the door back while placing an ‘out of order’ sign on the door.
It takes about 20 minutes but Jake starts to come back from his subspace, his trembling lessening as he does.
“Hi, Baby,” you smile gently, holding up the gatorade with the straw.
He takes slow, careful sips and eats the snack.
You rubbed his back a bit before coming up to play with his hair, “You did so good, baby. Thank you for communicating and being honest with me. Please don’t ever hesitate to tell me how you’re feeling.” You tilted his head up to look at him.
“I want to make sure you always feel safe. And we’ll talk more about this when you’ve come back to me fully, okay?”
He nodded, swallowing his sip of gatorade, “Yes ma’am.”
You smiled and gave him a kiss, which he chased after when you pulled away. You giggled and gave him another.
****
Once his snack was gone and the gatorade was nearing empty, Jake looked up at you with wide eyes.
“Did you-” You shook your head and shushed him, “That’s not important, pup. We’ll worry about me later.”
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hiiiii sorry fot the random smut on a friday but i felt girlboss and wanted to dom the squad and the thought of hangman whimpering for me just sent me on a spiral....
but i hope you enjoyed!
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