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This Thing We've Started (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader)

Summary: After losing your job and getting caught in a messy on-again/off-again situationship with your ex, your sister Natasha offers to let you stay with her, hoping the distance will help you move on for good. And it does - especially when you meet a charismatic stranger at a bar who’s supposed to be a simple fling. No strings attached. But things get complicated when you run into him again… and find out your sister knows him, too. With that revelation, you swear to stay away - determined not to get dragged into another mess of your own making. But that was easier said than done.

Words: 13.3

Warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, protected and unprotected sex, talks of birth control, p in v, oral f!receiving, fingering, slight praise kink, dirty talk, phone sex, slight erotic choking, creampie, talks of toxic/emotionally abusive/manipulative relationship, swearing, some physical violence, some threats

Other tags: no use of y/n, sibling dynamics, implied older sister!natasha trace but not specified, talking about the story of how phoenix got her callsign, hangmans dirty mouth, slowburn-ish, lots of dialogue (sorry not sorry), secret softie!jake, not really proofread.

a/n: this was the only thing on my mind for like a full week and I'm glad it's finally done and out of my head even though i'm not 100% sure i love the ending lol Comments, likes and reblogs are super greatly appreciated :)

Your sister was supposed to be home a while ago. Instead, only a text came through.

something came up at work. will be a late one…

sorry :(

Huffing, you threw your phone to the side.

It wasn’t her fault and you knew that. But Natasha had promised to show you around North Island today and you were looking forward to it. She had picked you up late last night from the airport and barely had time to talk. You hadn’t seen her in a while and phone calls and texts just weren’t the same as hanging out in person.

After losing your job, Nat had offered to let you stay with her for a while, just until you got back on your feet. And also to get you away from your shitty ex Dylan - who’s not really your ex, but definitely should be. It was a messy situation between you two. You had broken up, but somehow he had this strange hold over you that kept you coming back to him. It wasn’t even that you still had feelings for him. You were so over him and his bullshit, but just couldn’t get away. The last resort - distance. Physical distance. And blocking him everywhere.

You took a week to mull Natasha’s offer over and a few more days to get things in order, booking a flight, packing the necessities and not looking back.

Just sitting in her apartment now, felt strange. Familiar in a way that you could recognize it as your sister’s - the books, the pictures and pots of plants crammed in every corner and on every surface - but unfamiliar in the simple ways. You didn’t know which drawer held the cutlery or which cupboards kept glasses and plates. You couldn’t even figure out how to turn on the goddamn shower in your en-suite bathroom, having to use the one in hers that was easier to figure out instead. It didn’t feel like home yet. Weren’t sure it ever would or if you’d even stay long enough to get to that point.

Instead of sitting around, you decided to go for a walk down to the beach, to soak up some sun, maybe dip your toes into the sea. It was only May but an unusually sunny day, so you threw on a little flowy dress, leaving your legs bare in case you wanted to wade into the water.

The walk there was a bit longer than expected. You hadn’t looked it up beforehand, just knew the general direction, but the view at the beach made it all worth it once you got there. The golden sun, the breaking waves, the scent of saltwater in the air. You walked along the water for a while - dipped your toes in once but then decided it was too cold - until you found a spot that invited you to sit down and relax for a while. The sun was setting by then and with it came a noticeable chill. You knew, you should probably get home soon, but you were absolutely parched from the walk and the sun and figured you’d grab a quick drink first.

A quick google told you there was a bar by the beach further back from where you came. You must’ve walked straight past it on your way here but not paid noticed it.

About ten minutes later, you spotted it. The Hard Deck.

It had a warm, relaxing atmosphere, classic rock softly playing from a jukebox in the background. People were laughing, playing pool and darts - busy, but not overly so.

Walking up to the bar, you ordered a beer, sat down and glanced around the room before absently scrolling through your phone.

You didn’t look up again until someone spoke.

“Hey there.”

Raising your head, you were met with the green eyes and a dazzling smile, belonging to a ridiculously good-looking guy. He leaned up against the bar, relaxed.

“Hi,” was all you managed, caught off guard and a little intimidated by his looks. You gave him a quick - hopefully subtle - once over. He wore a plain white t-shirt, jeans and… cowboy boots. An odd choice, maybe, but somehow he made it work.

“Mind if I sit?” He pointed to the empty seat beside you.

“No, go for it,” you found your voice again, more confident now, even gave him a small smile.

“I’m Jake.” He held out his hand and you shook it, giving your name in return. Jake held on to your hand a beat too long, his fingers slightly dragging over yours before he let go.

He was hitting on you, that much was clear. And while you came to stay with Natasha to get away from guys - or at least one specific guy - you decided it wouldn’t hurt to flirt back just a little.

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” he stated matter-of-factly, as if he knew everyone who frequented this bar, but there was a question buried beneath. A small smirk still on his face as he took you in.

“Just here visiting.” It wasn’t a lie. You were technically visiting, just for an undetermined amount of time and also sort of moving in with your sister. It was simply easier than to explain the whole ordeal with your ex and your job.

Jake was undoubtedly military. You’d been to enough of Nat’s graduations and promotions to recognize the type. You could tell by the clean shave and in regs haircut, the way he held himself and that cocky attitude. It all gave him away.

But then again, the entirety of North Island was basically one big Naval base. Running into military men was inevitable.

“Yet you’re here alone.” Again, a statement meant to be a question.

“My sister was busy.” You smiled and took the last sip from your glass, draining it.

Placing the it back down on the bar, you were about to get up, start your way back home.

“Can I get you another one?” Jake asked before you could. There was something in his eyes that screamed trouble and that alone should’ve been your sign to decline and leave. However, you didn’t. You stayed. And said yes.

You kept on chatting easily, him asking you questions about yourself and where you were from, but barely revealing anything about himself. Those two beers helped loosening your tongue, making the words come out easier. Maybe it was the drinks, but something about Jake was so irresistible and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He was charming, confident and cocky, teetering on the edge between infuriating and entertaining. And that slight southern drawl almost made him sound like a gentleman.

As you kept looking at him, you decided he was exactly what you needed to jumpstart that new chapter of your life. A distraction. Someone to wipe away the traces of your ex-boyfriend off your body. Replace his touch with someone else’s.

You decided to ask the question you knew would get you what you wanted.

“So… what does one do for fun around here?” You leaned in closer, voice lower, and looking up at him through your lashes. For a split second he looked surprised, before a wolfish grin spread across his face.

It all happened very quickly after that.

Somehow you found yourself in a backroom of the bar, not really sure you were supposed to be there. But it didn’t really matter. Jake’s lips were on yours, hard and hungry. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer as he pushed you up against the wall. Kissing down your neck, fingers slipping under the dress strap and dragging it off your shoulder, exposing more of your breasts. You held on to his strong arms, his shirt, ran your fingers through his hair - whatever you could reach.

Soft moans escaped your lips as arousal built in your body. His cock pressed hard against your belly and even through his jeans, he felt huge.

You needed him. Now.

Hands finding the buckle of his belt, undoing it quickly before moving to work on the button and fly. And when you pushed your hands down his boxers to grip his length, both of you moaned. He was big, just as you suspected, and you knew he would feel good inside of you.

Stroking him for a few seconds, then pulling him out.

“You got a condom?” you asked, breath shaky, biting your lip as you shamelessly ogled his cock. It was perfect. The girth, the length, that perfect pink color that got deeper at the tip.

“Uh, yeah,” Jake replied, digging in his pockets until he found one. As he tore the wrapper and rolled it on, you quickly shimmied out of your panties and stepped out of them, leaving them discarded on the floor.

Once finished he reached his right hand between your legs, fingers sliding through the folds of your pussy with ease, gathering up some of the wetness there. A shiver ran through you.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

He smirked and then used that same hand to spread your juices over his condom-wrapped cock. You leaned back against the wall, Jake hitched up one of your legs and hooked it around his waist, fingers digging into your thigh as he stepped in closer.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your center, sliding through the folds once - twice - and then slowly pushing in.

“God, you’re so tight.” His forehead rested against yours, looking down to where he disappeared inside of you, breath mingling with yours.

He took his time. More time than you probably had being in the backroom of this bar, but it was necessary with his size. You held on to his shoulders, strong and steady, until he bottomed out.

A moan shuddered out of you. His lips found yours again, kissing you deeply as he pulled out in a slow drag - then pushed back in. Faster now, harder, and that slight sting of the stretch disappeared, morphing into absolute pleasure.

You couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that escaped you every time he pushed inside.

“Shhh, quiet, baby,” he whispered against your lips, his other hand wrapping around your throat. Not squeezing, just settling there, warm and possessive.

“Unless you want the whole bar to hear how good I’m fucking you.” You could just hear that grin as he spoke.

You bit your bottom lip in response, trying to keep quiet.

Jake kept moving inside you and it felt incredible, but you needed more to reach your peak.

Sneaking one hand between your bodies, you started rubbing circles on your clit.

“That’s it. Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock.” His words sounded so deliciously filthy, pushing you closer to the edge.

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but it still surprised you how quickly you were about to come. Only a few more of his deep thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside of you and you fell apart. Your walls clenched around his cock with every wave of release. One final thrust, and he came too, stilling inside.

His forehead rested against yours as you both caught your breath. Hearts beating fast and heavy.

Leaning down again, he kissed you. Slower, deeper, languidly.

Jake eventually pulled out, probably more out of necessity than really wanting to and discarded the condom somewhere as you brushed down your sundress again. He bent down to pick up something, probably the wrapper of the condom and shoved it into his pocket and then grabbing your hand to lead you out of the room.

Together you walked out to the front, night air cool on your flushed and sweaty skin. He dropped your hand and instead grabbed your face in both of his hands, pulling you into another sweet kiss.

“You need a ride home?” He offered and it was a nice gesture, but you wanted to walk back home. Cool down a little before being back in Nat’s apartment.

“I don’t take rides from strangers.” You replied, half-joking.

“Oh, but I think you just did.” Jake was quick with it and it made you laugh. He laughed too, and it was a warm, comforting sound.

“Can I at least get your number?” He asked and you thought about it for a moment.

“I don’t think so.” You stepped back as you said it, his hands sliding from your face, a soft smile on your lips to soften the blow. This night was perfect. Uncomplicated and exactly what you needed.

Swapping numbers would only complicate things and potentially ruin what would be a perfect memory.

You expected him to push back, ask why. But instead he just nodded, smiled and said:

“Alright, have a good night, then.”

You really appreciated it, more than he could probably know.

“Good night,” you whispered, before returning around and starting the walk back to Natasha’s apartment.

Halfway home you realized you left your panties at the bar. The cool night air drifting under your short dress reminding you of the wetness still lingering there, exposed. It was definitely too late to go back for them so you cut your losses.

Opening the front door, you snuck inside, not expecting to see Natasha sitting there on the couch.

A single brow arched as she looked at you in silence.

"You're home!" You said, happy to see her. You thought she'd either still be at work or already in bed.

"So are you," she replied in that perfect blend of amusement and scolding only a sibling could master.

"Uh yeah… I was down at the beach." You weren’t ready to tell her everything, at least not yet. Wanting to hold on to it a little longer and bask in the warmth of it.

"And then?" She knew there was more, could read you like a book.

"And then... I went to a bar..." you knew you were screwed.

"Uh-huh..." she wanted you to keep talking.

"And then I met this guy… and we may or may not have fucked in the backroom," you spoke fast, trailing off at the end, hoping she didn’t quite catch it.

"You did what?!" She looked at you, eyes wide, incredulously.

"Okay listen, I didn't plan it and it just happened but it was incredible!" You then just went for it, telling her all about it.

"God, his dick was amazing." You sighed wistfully.

“Long. Thick. Hitting spots I didn’t even know I had.”

Natasha laughed at that, hard, head thrown back. You joined her in it, laughing together for a while until tears blurred your vision. It reminded you of the time you told her about losing your virginity and the absolute disaster it had been - but when you laughed together, it didn’t seem quite so bad.

"Gonna see him again then?" She asked, still with a smirk.

"Nope! Didn't get his number. He asked but I declined.” You shrugged.

“I just wanna keep it as it is. No strings attached, uncomplicated." You explained and she nodded.

“Honestly though, it was the best sex I think I've ever had. Makes me wonder why I even bothered with Dylan... I always had to fake it with him. Otherwise he'd get insecure, upset - and tell me it was my fault I couldn't orgasm."

"Damn, seems like I might actually have to thank that guy for making you see the light," she joked but you knew, a part of her was relieved and happy you were getting over your ex. Which is exactly what she wanted when she asked you to stay with her.

She probably didn't expect it to be in the form of a bar hookup, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

“We should go out and have a few drinks next weekend - celebrate your newfound freedom,” Nat suggested and you eagerly agreed.

The weekend rolled around and you spent Saturday in various spots around North Island - breakfast at a cute cafe, lunch at the beach and dinner at home before you got ready to go out. And everywhere you went, you secretly hoped to run into Jake again. Thinking about your encounter - and him - most nights when you were alone in bed at night.

Natasha wanted to bring you to her favorite bar - the one her team always hung out at - and you were excited to see her usual stomping grounds.

Driving down, the streets started to look familiar and as she pulled into the parking lot, you realized it was that bar. The one from a week ago. The one whose backroom you shouldn’t be so intimately familiar with.

And also the very same bar that probably still held your panties in a lost and found box somewhere.

"This is the bar I went to," you told Nat and you didn't have to elaborate, she knew exactly what you meant.

“Oh! Maybe your mystery man is also gonna be here again,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "But at least try and make it home this time before ripping each others clothes off."

"Ha ha.” You fake laughed. Trying to hide the fact that you had been thinking about him an indecent amount. "I told you I don't want anything more from him."

Then you thought for a second.

"Okay, maybe one more time wouldn't hurt, but definitely nothing more than that!”

“If you say so.” She shrugged you off with a side-eye as she parked the car.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scanning the crowd for a blonde head of hair and dazzling smile the second you stepped inside. You got a drink at the bar - the first sip of alcohol soothing your nerves a little - turning to look around more from a different vantage point.

And then… there he was.

Jake.

You grabbed Nats arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"That's him!" You said under your breath, frozen to the spot. Somehow you hadn't expected to see him again and it caught you off guard.

"Which one?" She whispered back, trying to scour the crowd for the mystery man with the perfect cock you had told her about.

"That one standing by the pool table!"

Finger pointing subtly at the tall blonde who was talking to someone else.

She looked at you incredulous. ”Wait… Hangman?!"

“No, no, no!” You - of course - had heard stories of Hangman. But the guy you slept with couldn’t be him.

"The one on the right!" You corrected.

"Yes, Hangman!"

A beat. Silence.

Realization dawned on you

"No...".

"Yes..." Natasha replied, with an exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"But... he said his name was Jake!” Trying to make sense of it, even though you knew it was hopeless.

"Well Hangman is obviously not his real name!”

You both went quiet, sitting with the weight of that realization.

Hangman. The cocky fighter pilot from Natasha’s team who knew exactly how to push everyone’s buttons, riling them up and smirking his way through it.

“Jesus, I can't believe you slept with him!” She whisper-yelled, gearing back up again and smacking your arm.

"Ouch!" You rubbed where she had hit.

"Why did you have to tell me about his dick? God, I need to get very, very drunk and kill off all the brain cells that remember what you told me about him.” Natasha genuinely looked like she was going to be sick.

"How was I supposed to know it was him?!” You tried shifting the blame. “You always made him sound like the devil incarnate and that night... he definitely was not." Or maybe he was, the way he made you feel like pure sin and ecstasy.

"You should've just... known! Felt it, I don't know."

It was your turn to sigh now. In truth, you had felt something, but it had nothing to do with his identity - and a lot more with an orgasm.

"Next time I'm gonna need pictures of all the people I'm not supposed to sleep with." You deadpanned.

"Next time, just don't sleep with people you barely know!”

She got you there.

“Don’t slut shame me,” you said, half-joking. Nat just rolled her eyes.

In that moment you felt eyes boring into you, still frozen at the bar.

His gaze landed on Natasha first, giving her a familiar, easy smile and then they shifted to you. For a split second it faltered. Recognition setting in as he put two and two together.

His smile returned, teeth on full display as he started walking over. Like a predator stalking its prey, poised to pounce.

His smirk only widened as he closed the distance.

Flashbacks of last night invading your mind, making your heart race.

Natasha was the first one to speak up.

"Don't even fucking look at me right now, Hangman,” she said before walking away, holding up a warning finger to Jake, before storming off to the other side of the bar, shaking her head.

Jake turned his attention back to you, that smile still curling at the corners of his lips.

“Phoenix is your-“ He started, using Natasha’s callsign.

“My sister,” you confirmed, finishing his sentence. “Yes.”

“And she…?” He trailed off, as if unsure what to say next.

“Yup. She knows.” You nodded, biting your lip, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish.

He nodded slowly in return, taking it all in.

“Well, she seemed thrilled.” He was clearly being sarcastic, but it earned a huff from you.

“I might’ve described your cock to her. In vivid detail,” you admitted. That made him laugh.

“All good, I hope?” Jake wanted to know, but you didn’t bother replying, your eyes probably said it all. So you just laughed.

“I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he said, his gaze roaming your body, softening slightly when it landed on your face.

“Me neither.”

You didn’t know what to say. Part of you was thrilled to see him again, the other part heard alarm bells ring, loud and clear.

And that tingling feeling low in your belly that almost felt like butterflies? That needed smothering immediately.

On one hand, you wanted a repeat of last week, throw caution to the wind and indulge in him, have fun. On the other hand… you knew it’d get complicated. Especially now that you knew he worked with Natasha and that as long as you were around her, he’d be around, too.

You took a small sip from your drink, eyes never leaving his. The kind of eye contact some might even call glorified eye-fucking. That’s when he stepped closer, invading your space. His cologne hit you, waking a memory, pulling you right back into that backroom.

He was tall and so close, you had to tilt your head further to look at him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he said, face suddenly more serious. Voice dropping lower, quieter. The noise around you seemingly drowned out by his sheer presence and Jake being the only thing you could focus on.

You nodded, swallowing hard. Agreeing before your brain could even weigh in.

“Let me take you out,” he said, surprising you. You expected him to offer you another romp, but not an actual date.

“I can’t…” Those two words even shocked yourself a little, because you desperately wanted to say yes.

“Because of Phoenix?” He cocked an eyebrow and smirked again - clearly finding the situation amusing.

“It’s not just that,” you said.

“Bad break up?”

Your whole face dropped. You couldn’t believe the way he just hit the nail squarely on the head. How on earth could he have possibly known that?

“Something like that,” you admitted quietly, shrugging lightly.

He leaned in, close enough that his chest brushed against you, reaching for something, grabbing a pen and napkin from behind the bar.

Quickly, he scribbled a few numbers down before sliding it closer to you.

“If you ever wanna talk. Not talk,” he smirked. “Or if you just want your panties back.”

You looked down on the napkin at a row of numbers that was clearly his phone number and then his words hit you. A blush spread across your face. Remembering when he had picked something up after you were done fucking against the wall, having believed it to be the condom wrapper, but it must’ve been your panties.

He gave you a wink, another one of his smirks and walked off before you could say anything else.

You found Natasha in the corner and slid onto a chair beside her.

“Jake is holding my panties hostage,” you told her, that napkin with his number tightly clenched in your fist, hiding it from Nat.

“I did not need to know that a guy on my team is a panty-stealing pervert,” she said flatly.

“But truly, I am not even surprised.” Her tone was bleak like she had accepted the fact that she’d be learning more about Hangman than she ever wanted.

You sat in silence with Natasha for a while, drinking. Your eyes kept drifting across the bar and occasionally landing on Jake, even though you tried really hard not to look at him. But the few times he caught you staring, he gave you a knowing smirk, making your heart race. The napkin with his number burning a hole in the pocket you had shoved it in.

"Okay," Nat sat up straighter in her seat.

"All those guys over there—" she pointed to a group near Jake, then to a few more in a different corner playing darts. “—are on my team. Therefore I would greatly recommend, suggest and deeply appreciate if you didn't sleep with any more of them."

You laughed.

"Noted." You nodded.

Not a problem.

Because the number of the only one who caught your attention was already in your pocket.

More drinks were poured.

At some point Nat introduced you to some of the others, still glaring daggers at Hangman though and very obviously avoiding bringing you anywhere near him.

You and Jake were like two planets moving in each other’s orbit. Gravity keeping you tethered. He shifted a few feet to the right - so did you.

Always keeping your distance, but never not aware of where he was.

You ended up chatting with Rooster (which, you assumed, wasn’t his real name either) for quite a while. He and Natasha were quite close and you could see why - there was just something so effortlessly likable about him. He was funny, friendly and tried to integrate you into the group so you wouldn’t feel left out.

“I just gotta ask,” Rooster said, lowering his voice conspiratorially - words slightly slurred.

“Is it true?”

You had a feeling you knew what he meant, but played dumb. Forcing him to say it out loud. If he wanted to get drunk and ask embarrassing questions, then he needs to have the balls to ask them outright.

“Is what true?”

“You know…” He looked at you, then at Jake who was standing somewhere to your right, then back at you. You didn’t say anything but you couldn’t quite fight the smile creeping onto your lips.

“You and Hangman? The whole squad is talking about it,” he whispered, like it was some big, terrible secret that should never be said out loud.

Your eyes flicked to Jake, who seemed to be following your conversation with Rooster with great interest, even though he tried not show it.

“It’s true,” you confirmed, lips pressed together, nodding.

“How?” He kept asking.

“You know, when a boy and a girl really like each other-“ you were about to mess with him, but he cut you off.

“No, obviously I get that part, but just… I don’t know, he’s just… Hangman.”

“And I didn’t know that.” You explained. “I just thought he was hot. Confident. Weirdly charming in that cocky way. Everything that my ex wasn’t.”

You shrugged like it was the simplest thing on earth. And honestly, you couldn’t understand why Rooster didn’t get it.

The rest of the night went pretty smoothly, all things considered. You left the car behind and walked home, sobering both you and Nat up, while talking about everything and nothing.

Once you were back at the apartment, ready for bed, you pulled that napkin from your pocket again.

You made sure the door was shut, somehow nervous to get caught by your sister with Jake’s number, as you saved it in your phone. You could’ve thrown it away. But instead you slipped it into your nightstand. Not really sure why. It just felt right.

Staring at the new contact, simply labeled Jake, you contemplated texting him.

Hovering your finger over it multiple times,. Again. And again. Then you finally just went for it.

I hope my panties safe while you’re holding them hostage.

You reread the sentence a dozen times. Rewrote it. Scrapped it. Wrote it again. And then hit send.

Immediately you flipped your phone over, not wanting to see if its been delivered, if he’s read it or even typing already.

You were just about to crawl under the covers when your phone vibrated. Just once.

Waiting a full minute, you picked it up, not wanting to seem too eager. Not even to yourself.

Of course. They’re my most treasured item.

He didn’t even ask who it was. Didn’t need to. Unless, of course, he had a secret stash of women’s underwear at home.

You thought for a second, then typed out your reply.

Hope you’re not using them for any funny business.

The three typing dots appeared instantly.

Can’t promise that…

You let out a quiet laugh, but at the same time, you thighs shifted. Pressing together, trying to soothe the slow ache building there.

A mental picture invading your mind. Of Jake with his cock in one hand and your panties in the other. Wondering if he would use them to jerk off, rubbing them over his cock or hold them up to his face, inhaling the scent of your pussy soaked into the cotton.

Maybe you should keep them then, you sent back.

Suddenly the idea didn’t seem too bad.

I’m willing to trade.

Jake was baiting you, it was obvious. But you bit.

For what?

He took longer to reply this time.

A date.

You sighed. Of course he would ask again. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to, it was simply for the fact that it felt wrong. Even just texting him felt like going behind your sister’s back.

Told you I can’t do that.

Then I’ll just have to hold on to them a little longer, he answered.

You didn’t text back. Partly because you didn’t know what else to say, but mostly because you were conflicted. So turned on it almost hurt - and aching in a way you didn’t want to name.

This was exactly what you didn’t want. Complications. Feelings.

And whatever this was turning into felt a lot like both.

You knew, if you were smart, you’d cut this off right here, right now. Forget the backroom and his smirk. Forget all of him and delete his number.

But you didn’t.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Instead, you went to sleep. Horny. Frustrated. And aching with something deeper.

Two weeks passed, which you spent focused on yourself, banishing any and all thoughts of certain off-limits aviators. Instead you were sending out job applications for back home but also around town - just trying to land something that would keep your head above water for a while.

Of course, Natasha didn't need you to pay rent but you also didn't want to be a complete freeloader and live off of her and your savings.

During that time you also eyed your phone an awful lot, fingers twitching to text Jake, but every time you stopped yourself. Did it help with those pesky, budding, lingering feelings? Absolutely not.

So it surprised you when your phone got a text on Friday afternoon.

You should come with Phoenix to the bonfire tonight.

He didn't ask, but it also wasn't an order. But there was a hidden plea in that invitation.

An I want you to come to the bonfire tonight or a please come to the bonfire.

In truth, you hadn’t known it was happening, Nat not having mentioned it, but she's been busy with work too.

You didn't know how to bring it up to her without revealing that you've been texting with Jake.

So when she came home from work that evening you subtly asked:

"Any plans tonight?"

She put down her bag and took off her boots.

"Uh, actually there's a bonfire down at the beach by the hard deck tonight. We should go, they're usually pretty fun."

You tried to hide your excitement.

"Oh, cool yeah! That does sound fun."

You were surprised when she offered up the invitation so easily. It seems two weeks without any reminders of your sexual exploits with Jake have put her mind at ease and calmed her down.

And now that you had the confirmation that you were going, you secretly sent Jake a text back.

We'll be there.

You had a quick dinner with your sister and got ready after. You opted for a short skirt (for no particular reason) and a pretty low cut top (also for no particular reason). The fact that Jake would be there absolutely not being a deciding factor in what you wore. At least that's what you told yourself.

You got there just as the sun was starting to set and the fire was already burning. People crowded around it, many of Nat's squad but also lots of other people. It didn't take long for you to spot Jake. Beer bottle in hand, wearing a pair of shorts and being completely shirtless - illuminated by the setting sun, making his skin look golden, accentuating every line of his abs. He looked like a fucking Greek god.

Your mouth almost started to water.

You and Nat made a round. Saying hi to Rooster who handed you beers and talking to some others, introducing you to new people. You and your sister took a few pictures together, smiling into the camera with the sunset in the background.

She even introduced you to Maverick, her team leader, and Penny who owns the bar. You really hoped she was oblivious to what you had done in her backroom or the blush dusting your cheeks as she was talking to you.

The sun had almost set and you and Jake seemed to fall into the same dance as before. Avoiding each other with practiced ease.

You looked over at him at one point in the evening and saw he had his phone in his hand. Not two seconds later yours buzzed.

Brows furrowed you pulled it out and saw the text was from Jake.

Nice skirt.

You glanced back at him and saw his eyes trail the entirety of your body before he started typing again.

If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.

Who says I wore it for you? You grinned down at your phone.

Either way… you got it, he quickly replied. And it’s making me think some very indecent things.

You bit your lip and chanced another look at him as his eyes flicked up at you before he started typing against.

Reminds me of how pretty you looked in your dress that first night. And even prettier with it bunched up around your waist when I was fucking you.

Your smile dropped as arousal started building maddeningly fast, tugging low in your belly. You quickly looked around, checking to see if anyone noticed anything and angling your phone slightly away from Natasha standing next to you. But she seemed blissfully ignorant to what was going on and continued talking to some guy whose name you've already forgotten again.

Careful..., you only answered, heart pounding. You were playing a dangerous game.

Or what?

Jake was calling your bluff. He knew he had you hooked and all he had to do was reel you in.

Another glance over at him told you everything you needed to know. Even from a distance you could see his eyes had darkened as he took you in.

"Who are you texting?" Natasha ripped you out of the moment and you quickly put your phone away.

"No one." You lied, badly.

She eyed you intently, but dropped it.

The night went on and there was a new electricity in the air. You had been aware of his presence and had felt his looks on you before, but it was dialed up to a new level now.

As the bonfire died down and people started leaving, you decided to help with the clean up. It would help keep you distracted from Jake and it also felt like atonement for the sex in Penny's bar, at least a tiny bit.

Grabbing an empty crate and you started collecting empty glass bottles before carrying them inside to where Penny had shown you.

You were on your second round, placing the crate down in the back of the bar, the glass bottles rattling loudly, when you turned around and bumped into someone.

Instinctively you knew who it was - could feel it in the press of his body against yours, the smell of his cologne and the steadying hands on your hips.

Jake.

You looked up at him.

At some point in the night he had put on a shirt, but it was so tight, you could still see every groove of his hard muscles.

"Were you following me?" You breathed out quietly.

"Maybe." He shrugged, a slight curve of a smile on his lips. "Had to get you alone somehow."

"To do what?" You asked, barely above a whisper.

"What I've been wanting to do all night." He whispered back, eyes dark and hungry.

Jake’s hands that had been resting on your hips started slowly sliding down and to your front, until they reached the hem of your short skirt.

His fingertips grazing the skin of your bare thigh and running underneath it.

You tried to hide the breath hitching in your throat, but Jake noticed.

Of course he noticed.

His fingers pushed up higher under your skirt until they found the seam of your underwear in the crease of your thigh.

"I bet you're wet already," he muttered as he leaned down an inch, towering over you.

You shook your head, denying it even though you knew it was futile.

One of his fingers pushed underneath the fabric, pulling it aside just enough to run a probing finger through your folds. Proven right by the wetness he found there.

A dark, knowing smile spread on his lips.

"Liar."

He leaned in closer, lips only mere inches away from yours when suddenly you heard footsteps approaching, followed by someone calling your name. Natasha.

Jake and you seemed to realize it at the same time and jumped apart, quickly righting your skirt and trying to get your breathing back under control when she rounded the corner.

She saw you first - then Jake.

"Jesus Christ," she sighed exasperatedly.

"Jake was just -" you said.

"I was only-" Jake started talking at the same time, both trying to pretend like nothing was happening and it was pure coincidence you were both back here alone.

"Do you think I'm dumb?" She asked, cutting you both off, anger lacing her voice.

"Did you really think I didn't notice you texting and eye-fucking each other all night?" It was a rhetorical question and you remained silent. You couldn't even really look at her, feeling ashamed in a way.

“You and I will talk after," she looked at you before turning to Jake.

"And you..." she took a deep breath, trying to control herself as she stepped closer to him

"I swear to god, Hangman, if you're just fucking around with my sister and hurt her, I will cut off your dick and balls and feed ‘em to you." She underlined her words by stabbing him in his chest with her finger. She was furious, you could tell.

In her mind, it was probably one thing to sleep with you once when he didn't know who you were. But now - flirting, texting and continuing whatever this was behind her back... that's where she drew the line.

"She doesn't fucking deserve that.” Her voice got low, threatening, and Jake had the good sense to look scared.

He held up his hands, not fighting it, just taking what she had to dish out.

"Got it." He said, jaw clenching.

Nat glared at him a little longer before backing away.

"Let's go," she turned back to you, already walking out.

You muttered a quick sorry to Jake before following her, head bowed.

Natasha kept walking - home - you realized and you stayed a few steps behind, waiting for her to talk first. But when she didn't, you knew you had to say something.

"I'm sorry," you said and your sister stopped in her tracks.

"I'm sorry for... sneaking around with him." You sighed.

"I swear I tried to stay away."

Finally she turned around and looked at you.

"Listen, Hangman is part of my squad and I trust him with my life, but I don't trust him not to break your heart," she said.

"I've known him for years now and I know he loves a challenge. The thrill of the chase. Winning. And I'm not saying that it's impossible he might feel more, I just want you to be careful." Her eyes softened and her shoulders sagged slightly. The fight leaving her body.

"You finally got over and away from Dylan. You're doing better, and I don't want you to stumble into something else that might break you again."

You knew she was right and she had every reason to be upset. And you couldn't even blame her because you weren't even sure Jake wanted more than just sex. Yes, he had asked you out on a date - twice - but was it just a means to an end? Wine and dine you to get you into bed again?

You took her words to heart. Kept thinking about them the entire walk home and even after as you went to bed. Nat was a good judge of character, always had been, proven in the fact she hated your ex Dylan, even if she couldn’t put her finger on it at first.

So maybe you should listen to her, when she told you that Jake’s motivation might not be any deeper feelings he might harbor for you, but simply the excitement of something forbidden.

It didn’t even make you feel better when you woke up to a text from him he had sent last night after you’d gone to sleep.

Everything alright between you and Phoenix?

You saw everything through a different lens now - couldn’t help but wonder if he asked because he was genuinely worried or just to check if he was going to be in more trouble with your sister.

For a minute, you genuinely considered not even texting back, but the thought it if made you feel bad. Instead you did something else. You pressed the call button, pressing the phone to your ear.

It was still early in the morning, but you hoped he was awake already.

The phone rang for a while and you almost suspected he wasn’t going to pick up, until he did.

Silence and shuffling on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Jake’s voice came down the phone, deeper and a little rough.

“Hey… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you replied, suddenly feeling shy. This felt a lot more personal than texting.

“No it’s okay. Is everything alright?” He sounded a little clearer, shaking off the tiredness.

“Yeah, Nat and I had a talk last night,” you began explaining. “She’s just worried about me, you know.”

“I know, I get that.”

“It’s just after that whole thing with my ex…” Your voice trailed off.

You’d never really spoken to him about it, except for the one time he correctly guessed that you’d been through a bad break up and you more or less confirmed it.

And maybe it was time to come clean. Actually talk about things - reveal your back story so he could understand - putting the ball back in his court that way. He could decide if he was still interested afterwards.

“You can tell me about it,” he said as if he knew what had been on your mind.

You took a deep breath.

“Dylan and I were in a weird, toxic and messy relationship for almost three years and in those three years, we broke up like five times.” you laughed a little at how absurd it sounded now.

“At first it was great, we were in love. Happy. But only a few months in, we started fighting. A lot. Mostly because he was jealous and insecure - accused me of cheating if I even so much as looked at another man.”

“Sounds like a great guy,” Jake spoke up, sarcasm dripping from his words with a bitter note.

“Yeah… we broke up for the first time shortly after our first anniversary. I’d had enough of the incessant fighting. I knew it was bad then, but I still gave him another chance when he came crawling back the next day, a huge bouquet of red roses in his arms, promising he would change.” You let the words linger for a moment.

“Fun fact: I hate red roses,” you said with a soft laugh and Jake scoffed.

“But it was this big romantic gesture, so I ignored it. After all I knew he meant well. Even though it was glaringly obvious he didn’t know me at all.

“Let me guess, things didn’t change?” he asked correctly.

“No, they didn’t. They maybe even got worse. The cycle continued - Explosive fights, break ups, big gestures and begging for forgiveness.

“And I forgave him. Every time.”

For some reason, you started feeling tears prickle at your eyes. Laying out the full story made you feel exposed, embarrassed and even ashamed, but you kept going even with your voice shaky.

And Jake just listened.

“I honestly don’t even know why… I guess it still felt like love, every time he came back. Like I was worth fighting for. He still made me feel wanted. And there was also a dependability in that whole spiel, which turned into something familiar and almost comfortable in its discomfort.”

You blinked away some of the tears, wiping the one that fell off your cheek.

“But you wanna know the best part?” You asked.

“It get’s better?” Jake sounded skeptical.

“In those three years, he’s never made me come. Not even once.”

You could practically hear Jake’s jaw drop.

“You’re kidding,” he said. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

He sounded like he genuinely didn’t believe something like this could be possible. It made you laugh, even with the tears in your eyes.

“Nope, I wish I was. He blamed me. Said something must be wrong with my body and he would get angry because of it. Eventually I just started faking it, trying to appease his small ego to avoid more fights.”

“I’m sorry. For all of it,” Jake said quietly and you could hear he actually meant it.

“Thanks.” You wiped away a few more tears, then took a deep breath before continuing.

“But to top it all off, I lost my job and when I told Natasha about it, she offered to let me stay with her for a while. And I saw my chance to finally escape. I didn’t even say goodbye or tell him, I just left and blocked him everywhere, because I was scared that if I saw him, I’d give in again.

“So I came here and on my first night, I met you.” You finished the story, letting it come full circle.

You were still nervous what he would do - now that he knew the whole story - but you felt almost relieved it was out of your hands. At peace.

“Thank you for telling me. For trusting me,” Jake said sincerely.

“It makes sense now, why Phoenix is so protective over you.”

There was a heavy silence hanging between you now, tension thick, neither of you quite knowing what to say next. The quiet didn’t feel awkward, though, it was almost comforting.

Something about Jake’s presence - even over the phone - felt so steady. Solid.

“And if you’re wondering now,” you were the first to speak again.

“I didn’t fake it with you.”

It was meant jokingly, to lighten the mood, but it came out a little huskier than intended.

Jake chuckled on the other end of the line.

“Oh, I know.” His voice was darker now as he spoke, but still a little smug.

“Unlike your loser-ex, I can actually tell when a woman is enjoying herself and when she’s coming.”

“Is that so?” You asked, trying not to give away that his words were already affecting you, suddenly glad he couldn’t see you.

“I could see it in the way your skin flushed. Could feel your nails digging into my shoulder and your pussy clenching around my cock. You also made that sweet little sound, trying to be quiet and hold back a moan… you can’t fake that.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine where it pooled into that dull ache at your core.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” you admitted quietly.

It was an almost involuntary action, but your free hand moved down your body and between your legs, slowly stroking over your clothed pussy.

“I've been replaying that moment in my head so many times. You looked so beautiful, absolutely perfect," Jake kept talking. And by now you had pushed your hand underneath the fabric of your underwear, craving more friction. Your fingers slid along the slit, landing on your clit - a moan slipping past your lips.

"Fuck," Jake said, voice rough. "Are you-" he stopped himself, as if unsure whether he should even ask. You let out another quiet moan, almost goading him to do it.

"Are you touching yourself right now?"

Your first instinct was still to lie and deny, embarrassed that just his voice could get you so turned on, but then again, you wanted him to know exactly that.

"Yeah," you said, nodding even though he couldn't see it.

You circled your clit, fingers gliding over it easily with the slickness there.

"You like listening to me talk about how beautiful you looked taking my cock and how good it felt? And that I've been thinking about it every night since?"

Again you whimpered a quiet affirmation.

"I could feel how wet you were and I've been imagining how it would feel like without the condom."

You started rubbing your clit harder as your desire built with every word Jake spoke.

"Tell me how you're touching yourself. Are you rubbing your clit or are you fucking yourself with your fingers?" he asked and you could hear his breath coming a little faster, words more clipped.

"Clit," you only ground out, unable to say much more as you chased your high.

"Is it 'cause you know it won't feel as good as having me inside of you?"

You moaned in confirmation, but it wasn't enough for him.

"Use your words, baby. I need to hear you say it."

You fought your way through the haze occupying your mind.

"Yes... felt so good."

"Good girl," he hummed in approval.

"I bet you look real pretty right now, too."

Words should not have this much power, but coming from Jake's filthy mouth? Calling you a good girl? It had you nearly coming on the spot.

"Jake, I-" you sighed between rapid breaths and with a pounding heart.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, baby. I wanna hear it."

And that's what pushed you over the edge, your orgasm releasing, pussy clenching around nothing as you kept rubbing your clit.

"Oh, Jake, fuck," falling from your lips as you came.

You could also hear a moan on the other end of the line coming from Jake once the blood stopped rushing in your ears. After that it was quiet, only heavy breathing on both ends.

Jake was the first one to break the silence.

"I think I could listen to you moan my name for the rest of my life." The absolute sincerity made you laugh, though you didn't dare linger on the implication behind his words.

"I can't remember the last time I had phone sex." You said instead, a breathless laugh escaping with it.

"Yeah, me neither. At least while not on deployment."

Comfortable silence stretched on.

"Thanks, Jake - for listening." You said.

"To you coming? Any day, baby." He laughed and you knew he meant it as a joke.

"But no, seriously... thank you for sharing your story with me. It means a lot."

You could tell he was being earnest, all traces of sarcasm gone.

Still a question was lingering - a what now? hanging over the conversation like a storm cloud. Looming. You kept talking a little longer. Jake asking you stuff about yourself and you needling him in return, wanting to know more about him, falling into easy conversation.

After a while you heard dishes clanking in the kitchen, a telltale sign that Natasha was awake and making breakfast.

"I think I should go - Nat's awake," you said, not really wanting the call to end.

"Yeah, alright..." he replied, before adding, "are you coming to the Deck tonight?"

You weren't sure of Natasha's plans, but you decided you were going to go.

"Yeah." Past the point of playing it cool, you eagerly agreed.

"Good." You could hear the grin in his voice.

"I'll see you there," you said.

You hung up the phone and stayed in bed for a moment longer, enjoying the last traces of your post-orgasmic bliss, before getting up and joining your sister in the kitchen.

"Good morning," you greeted her.

"Morning." Nat was cracking some eggs in bowl, scrambling them when she glanced up.

"Were you talking on the phone?" She asked - must’ve heard you when she walked past your room to get to the kitchen. You hoped she didn't hear the tail end of that conversation, though.

“Yeah, with uhh… Jake." You needed to be honest with her. Sneaking around obviously didn't go well, so you might as well come clean.

"Oh," she sounded surprised, but you couldn’t tell if it was at your confession or the fact it was Jake.

"I told him about Dylan." You let the words hang in the air, letting her decide what to make of it.

“I know, you don’t approve…” you said as Natasha stayed silent. “But you can’t protect me from other men forever.”

“It’s not about approval.” She sighed, about to say something more but you cut her off.

“He makes me feel alive again after I spent the last three years with my head underwater. Now I can finally breathe. And if that’s all he is and this is going to be - then I’m fine with that. With him it’s… easy and fun. Everything with Dylan was always so difficult.” You explained and something on her face made it look like she started to understand. Her eyes softened as she took you in.

“I mean it obviously also doesn’t hurt that he’s hot as hell and pretty to look at.” You added with a smirk and that got her to laugh.

It took some convincing to get Natasha to come along to the Hard Deck, her telling you it might be weird between her and Jake now and she didn’t want to ‘disturb your night’. That was exactly why she had to go - so it wouldn’t get weirder. But it warmed your heart that she seemed to be starting to accept whatever it was you and Jake had.

Jake was waiting outside the bar, which was surprising, but definitely not unwelcome.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you walked up to him. For the first time approaching him directly, the gravity pulling you towards him instead of pushing you away along his line of orbit.

It was that magnetism that went beyond just sex or physical attraction - it ran deeper - and you could no longer deny it.

He was grinning, a newfound softness in it.

And God - you wanted to kiss him. Get on your tiptoes, wrap your arms around him and just kiss him. But you couldn’t do that. Not yet, at least - and not in front of your sister.

You didn’t even trust yourself to hug him, scared any full-body contact would drive you mad with want.

“Hi,” you whispered as you looked up at him.

“Hey,” he smiled down at you, eyes flicking to Natasha behind you.

He gently touched your hip, gave it a little squeeze before he stepped around you and directly in front of your sister.

“Peace offering.” He held up a knotted plastic bag towards her, filled with… something. You had no idea what it was - hadn’t even noticed he was holding it. But by the annoyed smile on Nat’s face you could tell that she did.

She kept him waiting, not immediately reaching for the mystery bag. When she finally did, Jake looked genuinely relieved.

“I’ll give you guys a minute,” you said, slipping into the bar, greeting Penny as you passed, though you kept an eye on them through the windows. They talked and you wished you could hear what it was. Natasha laughed - a good sign. And then they hugged. Tension, you hadn’t even realized you were holding, slid off your body. You had worried, your presence - your thing with Jake - had damaged their relationship, something vital for their work. So it eased something deep in you to see it was at least on the mend, if not yet fully repaired.

When they came back inside, Jake made a beeline for you and your sister drifted towards a group of others.

“What on earth did you give her?” You asked with a curious grin.

“Bag of ash,” he stated matter-of-factly as if it were the most normal thing to gift someone.

“What?” You blinked at him, brows furrowing.

“For her plants.” He shrugged. “That’s how she got her callsign. Because she’s always digging through the leftover ash after every bonfire, taking some home to use in the soil of her plants. And one particular time, the wind caught her off guard and she got absolutely covered in it. Looked like a phoenix rising from the ashes - hence, the name.”

You couldn’t believe you didn’t know that story - had never even bothered to ask how she got the name.

“Huh, I always thought it was just a badass name,” you laughed.

Jake knowing your sister so well made you realize how much of a family they really were - the whole squad was. And also how close you’d come to fracturing something important by not keeping it in your pants.

It wasn’t just Jake who needed to apologize. You’d have to apologize to her, too.

“So now that I’m back in your sister’s good graces…” He smirked.

“Will you let me take you out on a date?”

You bit your lip, trying to contain your smile but failing spectacularly.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Good.” Jake leaned in closer. “And maybe I’ll take you home after… see how many times I can make you finish before you tap out.” His voice took on a sinful note, eyes darkening, as he said it, tightening that coil of desire in your belly.

Your gaze flicking to his lips.

“Am I interrupting something?”

A voice suddenly spoke next to you. You knew that voice.

“You are.” Jake didn’t take his eyes off you, but the annoyance was clear in his reply.

You didn’t need to look up - knew exactly who it was - but you did anyway.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, rage simmering underneath. Eyes wide as you were staring at him.

Dylan.

Your reaction made Jake look up as well and his eyes narrowed as realization set in.

“Isn’t it obvious? I came here for you.” Dylan had the audacity to sound amused.

This couldn’t be happening. After everything. After you finally got away and things were turning out to be good - he showed up again.

Your heart was pounding, but not in the exciting way like when Jake looked at you. This was the opposite.

“Dylan, is it?” Jake spoke up for you, guessing correctly who he was.

“It’s none of your business,” Dylan replied, but he was solely focused on you, not even sparing Jake a glance.

“Oh, I think it is.” Jake stepped closer to him, rising to his full height, back ramrod straight and chin high. But you put a hand up to his chest, stopping him.

This was something you had to try and resolve yourself.

“I don’t want you here, Dylan,” you told him, trying to keep your voice firm but you couldn’t help the slight waver in it.

“Come on, don’t say that. I’ve missed you. I got on the first flight when I saw the picture your sister posted.” He came closer - just an inch - but you noticed.

Hearing I’ve missed you and knowing that he’d flown out to find you would’ve cracked your resolve before.

But things were different now.

You were different.

“I’m done with you. For good.”

“Why? Because of him? Is that it?” Dylan got a little louder and it drew eyes from people around you.

“He has nothing to do with it.”

“You’ve barely been here a month and you’re already fucking someone else. He’s probably just using you. Just a warm place to put his dick. Because he’ll never love you like I do - no one can - and we both know that.”

You felt Jake tense next to you, his fists clenched, but you still had your hand on him, making him stand down.

“You’re nothing without me. That’s why you always come back, because you need me. I know you do.” Dylan closed the gap and reached to put his hands on your face. You tried to back away but were met with the bar behind you. That’s when you let Jake step in.

He slid in front of you smoothly and pushed Dylan back a few staggering steps.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” His voice was low, threatening.

“Or what?” Dylan asked through gritted teeth.

You saw the way Jake’s body tightened, ready to throw the first punch if needed.

The bar had gone quiet. All eyes on the three of you and whatever was about to unfold.

Movement caught your eye and you saw Natasha make her way towards you through the crowd.

“Hey Dylan!” She yelled as she closed in. He reluctantly turned away from Jake and towards your sister.

He opened his mouth to say something when Natasha raised her fist and punched him square in the face. He didn’t even have time to react - just dropped to the ground, blood spurting from his nose. The whole crowd gasped, some cheered and you stood frozen.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” She said as she shook out her hand.

“Jesus, Nat,” you breathed, still in shock. She gave you a crooked smile and a light shrug.

She turned to Jake. “Take her home. I got this.”

He nodded, grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the bar towards his car.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” you said as Jake led you into his apartment after a quiet car ride.

You couldn’t believe that Dylan had actually shown up here and that Natasha had punched him.

Jake had decided to take you to his place because he wasn’t sure if Dylan knew where your sister’s apartment was - or if he might try to show up there.

You plopped down on the couch in his living room, Jake sitting down next to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, worried, reaching for one of your hands that was still trembling slightly and squeezing it.

You took a deep steadying breath.

“Yeah. I think I am.”

“That guy really is one manipulative asshole.” he said and you nodded in agreement.

“He is. Thank you for letting me handle it and not stepping in right away. I needed that.”

That moment - standing you ground and ending it with Dylan - was the final part of a chapter you’d needed to finish for far too long.

“You handled it really well.”

He gave your hand another squeeze.

“Thanks,” you smiled, turning his hand over and lacing his fingers with yours.

There was one positive thing that came from it: you were finally well and truly over Dylan - and free from whatever hold he’d had on you.

You took a moment to look around the room. It was definitely a man’s apartment - dark monochrome colors, very tidy - but there were traces of Jake scattered throughout.

Military patches and plaques hanging on the walls as well as propped up on shelves. A pair of longhorns mounted above the TV and cowboy boots by the door.

It was so him - and you loved it - enjoyed getting to know more about him and his life.

You turned back to him, finding he was already watching you.

His thumb rubbed slow circles into the back of your hand, his gaze dark and piercing.

Electricity humming between your bodies and the tension was thick.

“I know you said you want to take me on a date first…” you said quietly, trailing off.

“Fuck the date,” he muttered, then surged forward, crashing his lips onto yours in a kiss you’d been waiting for for weeks.

His hands found the back of your neck, pulling you closer against him, almost desperate.

You opened your mouth and he wasted no time in sliding his tongue inside, claiming it.

Claiming you.

He kissed you hungrily, deeply and you felt a familiar ache start to build inside you.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you moved into his lap, straddling him and pressing your body closer against him, needing to feel all of him.

His hands slid around your body, one up and between your shoulder blades, the other down to palm the curve of your ass.

If kissing him at the bar was amazing - this was ecstasy. After weeks of build up and sexual tension it all finally came to a head.

You raked your nails through his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on whatever was long enough to grab and started moving your hips back and forth.

Center dragging over his growing bulge, a moan slipped into his mouth at the contact.

Hips bucking up in response, while his hand on your ass pulled your further down against him for more friction.

His hands wandered under you shirt, pushing it up as he went, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head, then diving right back in to explore. It felt like he was trying to memorize every inch of your body by touch alone.

And you loved the way they felt, warm and heavy - slightly calloused - but it only added another layer to the sensation.

Jake reached around to unhook your bra and you shrugged it off quickly. Leaving you topless in front of him. Palms immediately found your breasts, squeezing them roughly. Pinching the nipples into stiff peaks.

You kept grinding down on him and if he let you - you could probably come from that alone. But Jake had other plans. He held you tight and flipped you around so your back was against the couch and he was above you between your open legs, moving your body with ease. Sitting up, he pulled his shirt over his head and while you loved seeing him like that, you whined at the loss of pressure, grabbing at him to pull him back down.

He let out a little chuckle at that, clearly enjoying how desperate you were for him as you pulled his lips back onto yours. Your legs fell open further, giving him more space to get closer.

But it wasn’t enough, needed more, the ache between your legs growing exponentially.

You slid your hands between your bodies, unfastening the button and zipper of his pants with ease, then tried to shove them down his hips.

“Someone’s eager,” he teasingly whispered against your lips.

“Please, Jake,” you whined - needing his cock, his hands, something.

He sat up, hungry eyes tracing the lines of your body, then started working on your pants, tugging them down together with your underwear. You lifted your hips to make it easier until you were completely naked on the couch in front of him.

Legs still spread indecently, everything on full display. Jake ran his hands up your thighs, fingers twitching, digging into your soft skin and making you spread your legs even more.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, eyes flicking from your face down to your glistening center.

The way he looked right now - shirtless and pants undone, hair messy and his eyes dark - made you take in a shuddering breath.

You started squirming under his gaze, feeling exposed but also so needy.

His right hand crept to the top of your thigh, thumb running along your slit, pressing down to glide easily between your folds until he reached your clit.

The sudden contact made you twitch, your hips angling towards him as you bit back a moan.

“Always so wet for me.” His gaze was fixed to your pussy, watching his thumb rub around your clit, occasionally dipping back down to gather up more of your slickness.

Your hands were fisting the fabric of the couch, digging your nails into it.

“Please,” you tried again, almost begging, ripping him out of his trance.

He looked back up and licked his lips with a small smirk. “I got you.”

Jake moved - his face so close to your wet pussy now you could feel his breath against it - his broad shoulders wedged between your knees, demanding space.

His middle and index finger replaced his thumb, but he kept on rubbing your clit - until they drifted lower, teasingly circling your entrance, threatening to push in before pulling back.

You looked down at him, his green eyes staring back - then his fingers entered you, one swift push in.

Eyes fluttering shut, you threw your head back. A moan spilling from your lips at finally feeling him inside you again. His fingers fit perfectly, just a slight stretch as he started pumping them in and out, curling them up as he did.

And because it wasn’t enough, his mouth then found your clit - latching on to it - sucking and flicking at it with his tongue.

Your fingers gripped his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy as your back arched off the couch.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered breathlessly. The onslaught of his tongue and his fingers was everything - too much and not enough - as the coil deep inside of you tightened.

His left arm hooked under your leg, hand landing on your belly to keep you in place and hold you still as he continued his ministrations.

Jake sped up slightly and your orgasm built relentlessly. More and more until it couldn’t any more and you came. Hips bucking, moaning his name through strangled sobs of pleasure.

His fingers slowed to a stop, but he didn’t pull out just yet. He looked up at you, lips and chin glistening with your juices, giving you a wicked smirk as you tried to catch your breath.

“That was…” you panted, but were lost for words.

“I’m not done yet,” he said and your eyes widened. “I think you need to come again.”

“I- I don’t… think I can,” you stammered, excited but also intimidated by the idea.

“We’ll see,” he smirked before he dove back in.

Your clit was hypersensitive and you jerked away, but he held you right where he needed you.

No partner - especially not Dylan - had tried to make you come more than once. If they even cared about you coming at all.

The feeling of overstimulation slowly faded and turned back into pleasure. It seemed like your body was primed and ready to go from your first release, because the second one approached much faster. So fast, you hardly believe it was happening.

It only took him pushing a third finger inside you to make you fall over the edge again, clenching around his digits as the waves of your orgasm crashed through you.

Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst right out of your chest.

This time Jake pulled his fingers out of you after slowing down to a stop and came up to hover above you.

“I knew you could do it.” He looked smug - but rightly so.

You laughed breathlessly. He leaned down, but not to kiss you, instead he wrapped his arms under and around your body and before you could react, he’d lifted you and tossed you over his shoulder. A yelp escaped you as you dangled upside down.

“Jake!” you shrieked, half laughing, half scandalized.

“I’m taking you to bed,” he said and gave your bare ass a playful slap.

You were still giggling when he dropped you on the bed, bouncing on the mattress. You watched as he got rid of the rest of his clothes, marveling at his naked body and his perfect cock - making your pussy clench around nothing in anticipation of him.

He joined you back on the bed and you immediately went back to kissing, still eager for more, but a little slower this time, some of the desperation and need having dissipated with your previous orgasms. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

You took his cock in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft, and he groaned at the contact - at the feel of your hand stroking his velvet-soft and rock-hard length.

You gave him a few slow pumps, sliding your thumb over tip and feeling a drop of precum gathered there.

You rolled Jake over so you were on top of him, straddling him once more, still kissing. Your center awfully close to his cock which seemed to be twitching in response.

Jake moved, his hand reaching for something in his nightstand and you looked up to see him pull out a condom from the drawer.

He looked at you and you shook your head, his brows raising.

“Are you sure?” he asked. You started kissing him again.

“Yes… want to feel you,” you muttered against his lips, “and I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck, okay. You don’t have to tell me twice.” You watched him toss the condom to the side with theatrical flair and his kisses turned more heated. Biting your bottom lip, tangling his tongue with yours. He grabbed your hips, guiding you until the head of his cock was nudging at your entrance.

You were so wet still that it would be no problem for him to slide inside with ease.

You sat up, bracing your hands on his chest and slowly sank down on him - feeling every inch - as his girth stretched you in a way that even three of his fingers hadn’t prepared you for.

Once fully seated inside, Jake let out a moan.

“Feels even better than I imagined.”

You let out a sigh, the feeling of being so filled was absolute bliss, even better than the first time.

After a few more seconds, you started to move, fucking yourself on his cock.

Careful at first, then picking up speed, feeling him deep inside you every time you sank back down on him completely. Heat building in your body with each time.

He was still gripping your hips tightly, letting you go at your own pace, but you could feel his restraint falter in the way his hips jerked up to meet yours.

“Look so pretty riding me,” he said, his breathing slightly labored, looking at you intently.

His hand moved, thumb finding your clit again and rubbing it in messy circles. That, together with the way he filled you so perfectly, made another orgasm approach.

You weren’t sure you still had it in you, but the idea of coming with his cock buried deep inside was too enticing not to try

“I can feel you clenching around me already.” He began thrusting up shallowly, helping you ride hime while - his thumb never leaving your clit.

“Are you gonna come all over my cock, too?” he asked, his words had you nod and moan in return.

The coil kept tightening and at some point you let him take over. Thrusting into you fully now, harder and even deeper. You were close, but couldn’t quite get there yet and Jake seemed to realize that. He pulled your body down on him and flipped you over so he was hovering above you, staying inside the entire time.

This new angle allowing him to go even deeper and let him do all the work, so you could relax your body and focus more on your release.

His fingers found your clit again as he built you back up to that edge, coil of pleasure so tight it was going to snap any second. Then his other hand wrapped around your throat and applied the lightest of pressure to the sides, and that’s when it happened. You clenched around him, back arching and moaning. Pleasure overwhelmed you completely and the noises that came from deep within you were genuine sobs. That incredible orgasmic feeling, coupled with the overwhelming, almost painful sensation of having been pushed over the edge multiple times.

Jake’s thrusts became faster in turn, more irregular, and you knew he was close too. But you’d let him fuck you in whatever way he needed to come, especially after giving you three incredible orgasms.

After one final, deep thrust, he stilled. A strangled groan falling from his lips as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

You let your fingertips lazily trace across his back as you both caught your breaths again, his body heavy atop yours. You felt absolutely spent and you weren’t sure you could ever get up out of this bed again.

“I thought the sex we had at the bar was incredible…” you swallowed, still somewhat out of breath. “But this right here, might’ve been life changing.”

He laughed. And it was that deep, warm laugh that rumbled in his chest and gave you a strange sense of comfort.

“Better get used to it.”

Jake dragged himself off of you eventually and cleaned you both up before he laid back down in bed next to you. You were turned towards each other, his fingers tracing patterns on your hip and lower back.

“So what did you say to Nat earlier?” you asked him, curious.

“I told her the truth,” he simply said.

“Which is?”

“That I have no intention of hurting you or breaking your heart.” A beat.

“‘Cause I like you. A lot.” He confessed.

You smiled at him.

“Good. Because I also like you a lot,” you whispered back.

“She did also threaten to cut off my balls again, but that’s completely beside the point.” He waved it off with his hand.

“I didn’t expect anything less,” you laughed. Jake had a special talent for lightening the mood and taking the tension out of heavy moments.

You leaned in to kiss him again and he pulled your body closer against his.

“I still expect you to take me out on a date, though.” You grinned. "And I want my panties back."

He didn't reply, just smirked against your lips as he kissed you deeply.

You might not be one-hundred percent certain what this thing you’ve started was, but you definitely liked where it was going. And that was enough for now.

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