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made for touching you || Jason Kolchek x Reader

loosely based on this little thot, featuring Jason’s thigh holster. 😈

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Cursing. Fem/AFAB reader. Suggestive content (explicit descriptions of masturbation, slight thigh humping, teasing, choking, grinding, dirty talk, begging, unprotected penetrative sex (p in v), switch Jason). Mentions of Reader having tattoos.

Word Count: 9.9k *cough*

A/N: many apologies for the monstrous length of this fic. I haven’t written in weeks and I was feeling super rusty, so this fic is me learning to English again. 😅 Also, I’m about to yeet myself to the next dimension. This took forever to finish.

Summary:

You’re Jason’s superior and you’ve come to join his squad for an important mission and he’s taken with you right off the bat. You’re cold, unpredictable and love to tease the living daylights out of the man - especially, after reading into his odd behaviors and deducing his little crush on you. Now it’s only up to him to take charge for once. Question is, will he? (Oh, yes, he will!)

The first time Jason had heard of you was your name on a slip of paper. Your colorful resume sure managed to deceive him for a hot second as he did not expect you to be so young. And so goddamn good looking. He expected a seasoned solider to step off that helo. Not… you.

He straightened up as you walked closer, hands woven together behind his back. The sun had crossed to the middle of the sky and the crests of desert sand surrounding the palace glowed bright and creamy. Flecks of slender palm trees perched in the distance swayed in the balmy autumn breeze.

It looked as though you carried some of that light around you - descended from the sun itself. The length of your neck glistened with a generous sheen of sweat. Your face was set like a freshly conserved portrait, and your eyes sat hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Your steps were firm and certain, and Jason could hear each thud of your boots echo in his ears even with you still farther away.

It was simply hard not to stare. Your presence demanded his attention. And as you drew closer, he could see the dark lines of tattoos peak from underneath your sleeves, spreading like vines along your biceps before they faded right above the junction of your elbows.

You were much closer now and your lips bore the faintest smile as you slowed to a stop before the man. You gave a nod of your head upon his salute.

“Lieutenant.” You greeted curtly.

Lieutenant. He’s heard it many times before, spoken by many mouths. But the way that one word rolled off your tongue, the confidence cutting into your gentle voice, it made his heart swell with fondness. And very quickly his lips reflected your soft smile as he offered you a handshake.

“Colonel. Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Jason didn’t need to see your eyes to know the stern authoritarian look within them, even as your calloused palm slid in his and gave a somewhat friendly shake. Chain of command and all that. And yet, that didn’t stop the course of shock running up his arm upon the warmth of your skin against his. Oh, this was going to be bad. Very bad.

“Is my office ready?” You asked, tone flat. A soft sigh punctuated the end of your question as you ran the back of your hand against your damp forehead.

“The boys are setting up, ma’am. Should be ready in no time.”

Your head inclined slowly, lips twisting into an unimpressed purse. As if the mere presence of you here, that one statement alone, bored you to tears, and Jason wasn’t sure if that was a good sign since you’d just arrived.

“Would you like a little tour ‘fore we settle you down?”

You gestured towards the tall doors. “Please. Take the lead.”

Oh, he damn well wanted to.

A taunting heat crawled up Jason’s neck as you walked past him inside – your shoulder only barely brushing over his chest. He looked down at your shorter frame and hooked his lip between his teeth as a large smile threatened to stretch across his cheeks. He wondered how fast he could melt your ice cold beneath him. If that haughty tone of your voice would break down to sweet breathless noises when he touched you.

The doors fell shut behind him as he stepped in after you, warding off the harsh sunlight with it. He watched you turn slowly on your feet, sunglasses now held between two fingers as you inspected the larger than life intricate pillars.

His eyes caught the curled strokes of tattoos that struck along the back of your neck from under your collar as you spun. And the surge of thoughts that came with it was too quick to hold from – picturing himself running his tongue along the dark lines, tracing a fresh, wet texture upon them. And he wondered how far down they went. How far down he could go.

“Care to show the way, Lieutenant?”

There you went with that title again, letting it fall from your tongue like a drizzle of honey, and it startled him back to you in now and here. You spoke so impatiently, yet politely. And he could very well trace the iciness and the pinch of demand hiding underneath your tone despite its warm lilt.

“Yes, sure. This way.” He gestured down the path before walking ahead of you.

He needed to get a grip. For god’s sake, he did. He could, by the true sense of the word, feel the blood rush from his brain and make his head feel as light as cotton. And it was going to the exact place he least wanted. Stop it. Don’t. He scolded himself as he felt the inevitable growth begin inside his pants. Oh, fuck.

He needed to distract himself. And fast.

“They say this place always had some kinda smell to it,” he started, tilting himself to look at you with a crooked grin. “Saddam’s girls loved playing dress up in here. That’s why they called it Perfume Palace.”

You hummed. “You don’t strike me as someone who cares about this stuff.”

“I—well, I heard it from one of the soldiers ‘round here. Thought it’d be nice to share.”

The smile you gave him was that kill shot he needed to send his brain into overdrive once again. Your sharp eyes were a pair of black holes devouring him. Your weighted gaze made him too aware of his own arms and legs.

“Are you nervous?”

“Sorry?” His eyes grew wide. Did he look nervous? He didn’t, did he?

You walked towards him and he just realized he had stopped moving completely, rooted to his spot as your figure drew closer and closer and he shrunk within himself.

“You look a little tense,” you motioned at his rigid shoulders. One of your hands sat on his arm and patted it gently. “Loosen up, Lieutenant. I won’t bite that hard.”

Or so you had said.

The running gag at the base quickly became that Colonel (L/N) ate soldiers for breakfast. And despite the connotation Jason’s mind liked to scurry to, he actually agreed with it. The air always shifted whenever you were in the room – crackled with energy like little snaps of electricity. But that could’ve been just him and his system of thinking that was now wired to revolve around his infatuation with you.

Then again, he could also count on one hand the amount of soldiers who weren’t shy to look you directly in the eye.

However, you’d managed to earn yourself an unwavering level of respect as well. Mailman 2-1 squad always jumped in to see your orders to fruition, led by Jason himself, no less. You were the engine and he was the fuel that made the wheels turn. You only needed to say ‘jump’ and he’d say ‘how high’.

And that was what Jason had greatly underestimated – having your constant presence in the palace. Every time he turned his head and saw you in a corner, no matter if your eyes met or not, his heart would give a jolt and warmth would flood his chest like a swarm of cicadas. His skin tingled with goosebumps whenever you walked past him, or whenever his ears caught the echo of your voice nearby. He only needed to catch a glimpse of you and that would be enough to fuel his thoughts for a few hours.

And those thoughts?

They were far from innocent.

And it was cruel. So cruel. These halls had lain dormant in his mind for so long but as soon as your presence made a claim upon the palace, every detail turned to an objective for sex - your office being the worst one, yet. With how much he frequented that wretched room to receive your orders or turn in a report, he had unwittingly conditioned himself to have blood automatically drain his skull to instead flood his cock every time he walked in to that face.

And Jason could swear you knew, too. There was just something about your eyes - two probing points of gravity that drank him in whenever he was within your reach. The barest of smirks adorning your lips, gaze riddled with mischief, it was as though you could read the thoughts running rampant inside his head.

Perhaps that was why his collar felt too tight around his neck now as you explained the directions for the upcoming mission in the briefing room. You had made him stand in front of the room with nothing to hide himself behind in case he became hard again. And you knew. You fucking knew! Your eyes had that naughty glint he’d come to recognize too well. The ever lingering purse of your lips broke into a smirk whenever you caught his eyes that screamed desperately for your mercy.

He couldn’t look away either because you wouldn’t let him. You were quick to call his name and draw his attention back - and this had been the third fucking time already. The other soldiers were beginning to notice something was off with him as well, and he could see them giving him doubtful glances from the corner of his eyes. Last thing he needed right now was a mistrusting squad to lead into a mission.

He folded his arms over his chest and leaned back into the edge of the desk behind him. He could barely feel his legs as he shifted uncomfortably, and your eyes were back on him again. He swallowed thickly, meeting your eyes with as much boldness as he could muster. Come on, look away! He silently begged you. Look the fuck away. Dammit!

And you eventually did. Thankfully. But Jason could barely hear you dismiss the room as blood rushed to his ears. The soldiers began scattering about the place to prepare for the mission, and it took him a good few seconds to gather his bearing and move back to his feet. He stole the opportunity to disappear from your line of sight to the equipment room.

The faint chatter in the vault lulled his heated thoughts, grounding him back in reality as he listened to his comrades share laughs and words of encouragement with each other. The harsh snaps of full magazines sliding inside breeches slowly became a sparse cacophony. Jason abandoned his gun to look for his thigh holster. Because, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember where he last left it.

The rush of noise slowly depleted from the room as he kept searching, and he cursed under his breath. He released an exasperated breath and kicked an emptied box of ammunition in frustration.

“Looking for this?”

He whipped around at the sound of your voice, eyes quickly drifting down to the black strap dangling over your fingers. A small smile curved his lips as you made your way to him, holding up the holster to his face. He reached a hand to take it from you but you continued walking, ignoring his outstretched arm until you were a mere hair breadth away. His arm fell limp on your shoulder, almost as if he meant to push you away but he didn’t. Instead, his hand instinctively cupped your neck. As if he’s done it many times before.

Your boot nudged gently in between his feet and they opened without objection. Letting a hand down, you fastened the holster around his thigh, fighting the temptation to dig your nails into the soft flesh. Your fingers brushed his inner thigh as you moved the strap around to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and Jason sucked in a sharp breath. You lifted your eyes to his, a roguish twinkle dancing in them. You’d heard it. Fucking hell.

“You’re a real piece of work, Kolchek.” You rasped, the vowels curling around your tongue and dragging the sounds out. Your finger still sat beneath the holster and Jason could feel it press into his skin as you slowly pulled it backward. “It’s a shame you get so tongue tied every time we’re alone. Do I make you that nervous?”

“No, ma’am.” He choked out and you grinned. A large wolfish grin that made him shrink back against the armory racks behind him, inadvertently pulling you closer to himself. Your bent knee now sat between his thighs, ever so slightly rubbing into his crotch. His heart was hammering in his throat.

“Aw, so polite,” you crooned mockingly, a dark chuckle tipping off your lips. “Then hit me with that sharp tongue of yours, Lieutenant. I know you’re hiding it in there somewhere,” your other hand rose to tap him gently under the chin. “I’ve seen that troublemaking attitude. I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, the holster band snapped back against Jason’s thigh. He yelped at the sharp pang and his body gave a sudden jolt – accidentally making himself meet your knee with his clothed cock. And his yelp quickly melted into a restrained moan. You snickered, finally distancing yourself.

“Anyway, good luck out there.”

A sweet smile lifted the corners of your mouth and Jason blinked, stunned. The soft look on your face was such a debilitating contrast to the dark teasing expression it had not even seconds ago. It made the absence of your warmth against his body ache with delirious need. And Jesus. He was straining against his pants with how fucking hard he had become.

You handed him his pistol and he reached out hesitantly. He could just circle his fingers around your wrist and pull you back to himself. Make you pay for being such a merciless tease. He could push you up against one of these racks and fuck that smugness out of you. One day, I swear to god, he thought as he finally took the gun from you.

“Bring me the good news, Kolchek. God knows we could use some around here.”

Good news. Is that what you had asked for? Well, shit. Jason might’ve overexerted his chances to make that happen.

Because this wasn’t good news at all.

The soldiers hopped off the helo silently, their feet heavy and worn. Jason felt as though his boots were anchored down to the spot beneath them. Even as the pilot radioed in to let him know they were taking off again, he could barely drag himself back to the ground. He dreaded facing you. Not knowing how you were going to react, the anticipation alone was doing its number.

Well, to his credit, the mission wasn’t a total fail, but it also very nearly was. And it was partly – hugely his fault.

He followed the squad to the palace, falling ahead of the group back to the briefing room where they were assigned to meet you for a quick debrief. He gathered his words, excuses, and that polite charm he knew worked well to alleviate any level of tension. But when they walked in, his wit flew right out the window upon seeing the look on your face.

Your brows were deeply knitted, lips twisted into an ugly line. He was done for. You rarely looked this angry. Strict, yes. But never so damn furious. And what was worse – that anger was directed right at him. Your eyes singled him out as soon as he was inside the room. As if you could smell the regret on him.

“You’re four hours late.” You said sternly, rising from your chair to walk towards him and Jason braced himself for what was to come. No one even tried to stop you. No one dared. Unless they wanted that anger turned to them instead.

You walked slowly, taking your time to take in the other faces in the room. You weren’t in a hurry to reprimand Jason but the oppressing air of defeat hung heavy over the room and you both knew he was going to receive his rebuke regardless of how long it was going to take.

And this made it so much worse. He already regretted going against your orders. Although the mission was accomplished. Quickly even. In and out, as he had said back inside the helo. But the stakes were too high and the risk of loss too great, and they came to immediately find that out the hard way.

“Of all people here to disobey an order, you were the last on my list, Kolchek.”

He hung his head, eyes pinned to his filthy boots. He deserved that, he knew he did.

“And I hate to say I’m disappointed because I was counting on you. When my lieutenant, my right hand man does such a poor job of following orders, I can’t have hope for anybody else here.”

“Ma’am…“ He tried to speak but all his brain kept repeating to him was my, my, my. And an assertive voice in his head screamed yes, I’m yours. Only yours.

You lifted a hand, quieting him immediately. “I’m not done,” your hand turned to point at him. “Your actions spoke enough for themselves.”

A moment’s worth of silence took you and Jason peered back up to meet your eyes. The heated look in them had softened, pupils quivering with worry. This wasn’t just an act of authority. No. You were genuinely troubled. And the distorted look of anxiety on your face made Jason’s chest tighten.

“Tell me why, Jason.”

Oh. It was getting worse by the second. You saying his name like this felt too personal. It made your disappointment all the more palpable.

“How do you justify what you did? How can you? We’ve been over this, haven’t we? We’d discussed how important this mission was. How fucking deadly. So, go ahead and explain yourself. Maybe then I’ll decide to ease off on you.”

Silence followed as you stared Jason down. You were waiting for an answer but he feared whatever came out of his mouth next was only going to make matters worse. But he had to try to remain in your good books.

“We–I thought if we take a shortcut through the village, it’d take us to the target zone faster. And it did but–”

You interrupted, “but at the cost of drawing attention to yourselves.”

“We had to wait out the ambush in an abandoned hut cos we didn’t wanna deal any casualties.”

“Christ.” The word came through a frustrated scoff as you shook your head.

A sudden flood of emotions flared up within Jason, brows drawing close. He couldn’t tell if it were an anger rooted from his humiliation or just his disappointment in himself for the mistake he made. Maybe both. Maybe that was even amplified by your disappointment as well. Either way, he didn’t hold himself back as he took a step in your direction, raising a waving finger in your face.

“I had it under control.” His voice rose an octave, flurry of burning red anger swirling in his chest. “We came back in once piece, didn’t we? If I’m your lieutenant then you better put some fucking trust in me.”

You were chest to chest now, the room had fallen behind you beneath a thick curtain of silence, swallowing the rest of the watchful heads inside the room. He held your heated gaze with a glare of his own, fists white knuckles tight by his sides.

“You wanna repeat that, Marine?” You goaded.

“I said,” Jason spat through clenched teeth. “I had this shit under control.”

You lifted your chin, staring at the man from beneath your lashes with a snarl pulling your lips back.

“I ought to make an example of you, Lieutenant Kolchek. Serve as a reminder for anybody fancy going behind my back again.” The last sentence rose above the room in a startling yell. “Get down and start pushing.”

A chorus of murmurs rose in the room, unsettled noises prodding at Jason’s already fired up nerves. Goosebumps prickled his skin as the scowl on your face deepened upon his incompliance.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Jason’s ears were tinted red – of anger? Shame? It was hard to tell with his eyes hidden under the shadow of his cap as he lowered his head. You could see his chest rise and fall heavily, the muscles contracting in his jaw as he gritted his teeth.

You sneered at him, lowering your voice so only he could hear, “you keep running your mouth like that next time, and I’d give you a real reason to moan about.”

Fuck. What?

And just like that his anger gave way to confusion and impossible need.

His eyes shot back to yours. Wide. Frenzied. But no. You were serious. The sour expression on your face hurt to look at. That sweet angelic face. He actually managed to make it look so disdainfully at him. It felt alien. Like you were a completely different person. Like you weren’t his strong brave girl he’d be at every beck and call of.

He regretted raising his voice. Dammit. He regretted not listening to you.

Jason’s heart raced like a caged bird adamant to free itself. He was about to carry out his punishment in front of every solider under him right in this room, but now he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset again. Though maybe he was. Maybe the raging heat taking over his body as he leveled himself with your boots on the filthy ground was exactly that.

Oh, who was he kidding? It really wasn’t, was it?

His pulse thrummed in his ears as you towered over him. Your boots were right in front of his face. The laces were tied neatly, the leather shiny and clean, as if you haven’t spent even one damn day out in the battlefield. Miss prim and proper. Did it even cross anybody’s mind how much you enjoyed toying with him?

“One,” you began, and Jason lowered himself once to the ground. Then again and again as you made it loudly through the sequence of numbers.

You knew exactly what you were doing giving his punishment right as he returned to base. Exhausted from a draining mission, he was bound for a slip up. And you watched him with hawk like focus for the right moment his arms trembled, or the slightest whimper of protest. But Jason kept his speed regular, chewing his lip into his mouth as his muscles began to sting.

“Stop.” You demanded and he did. You crouched down to his level, two fingers holding his chin firmly and lifting his head. His eyes met yours, staring vacantly. “Was that enough or should I give you a real fucking punishment?”

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His eyes were pinned to your lips as his own fluttered aimlessly. You were so fucking close. He could feel your harsh exhales on his face. God, you were so fucking hot when you were mad.

“Is that a no?”

Your voice dragged him back to reality and his eyes founds yours as he swallowed. The dark lines of frustration had returned to your face and you were glaring down at him again.

“Get yourself to my office. And I better see you there in five minutes, Marine. Am I clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He whispered.

“Let’s see if you can keep up with orders this time.”

Jason’s fingers curled and uncurled around the doorknob of your office door. He wet his dry lips, heart thumping achingly hard in his chest, his throat constricted with difficulty as he swallowed. If he were lucky, you’d consider against ratting him out to the higher ups. But after today, he couldn’t be too sure anymore.

“Come in, Jason.” Your impatient demand came through the old wooden door right as he raised his knuckles to knock.

He opened the door and stepped in. Your desk was right across the room, and you were seated behind it in that same chair he’d pictured you many times with your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into you.

He had to force his rationale through the haze of his lewd thoughts to make himself meet your gaze. Your eyes cut like glass shards, narrowed to slits and ablaze, completely devoid of the usual cold distant look in them. Or the occasional softness you directed only at him in a full room.

“Close the door.”

He did, and he stood right by it, a hand rising to his temple in salute.

“I saw your shadow under the door. You thought I wouldn’t notice it?” You heaved an exasperated sigh, shaking your head. “Sit down.”

Jason obeyed quietly, seating himself down on the battered leather couch by your desk. A blank piece of paper sat before him on the coffee table. He looked up with a questioning raise of his brows before they drew close upon noticing the quick movement of your hand scribbling down on a paper of your own.

“We’ll do this the old fashioned way,” you dropped your pen and it landed with a dull thump on the desk. Jason followed it with his eyes as it rolled to the edge before you caught it and held it up to his face. “Since you wanna act like a fucking brat, I’m gonna give you a punishment that counts. I want that paper right there filled in an hour with one sentence and one sentence only – can you guess what that is?”

“(Y/N)–”

“Answer me.”

“I don’t know. Fucking enlighten me.” Jason yelled, arms flying frustratedly in the air.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Kolchek. I’m almost done with your suspension letter, so I’d choose my next words very carefully if I were you.”

Jason’s heart stuttered. Fuck. You were serious about this. If you actually sent him away, it would leave the biggest stain on his reputation. And what else – not seeing you anymore. No. No. He couldn’t let that happen.

But the veil had been lifted from his anger and the swirl of burning hot emotions was rising in his chest once again, rousing goosebumps along his arms as the cold gust of humiliation washed over him. Everything was coming back again at once. Shame. Regret. Desire. The dissonance was driving him crazy. He needed you and yet, he never despised himself for it the way he did now.

“All this for a goddamn stupid mistake.” He said through teeth.

Your palm came down harshly on the desk and he flinched upon the sudden sound.

“It wasn’t fucking stupid and you damn well know it.” Your voice was loud but it had lost its distant sense of authority. It cracked as you spoke, hauling through the lump threatening to break loose in your throat. Your eyes grew glassy and they fluttered rapidly, blinking away the tears stinging the corners of your vision.

“You don’t get it, do you? I was scared for you, Jason. You went radio silent for four fucking hours. Anybody who had any idea what was going on was right there with you. You left us in the dark. You left me in the dark. You wanna be mad at me? Fine. Be fucking mad. But there’re people here who actually give a shit about you.”

A grin slowly crept to Jason’s face, relieving realization dawning on him. You liked him. You actually truly liked him. Well, you were shit at making the point but holy fuck! Since when?

“I’m sorry.” He said, his smile growing wider and you scoffed.

“You don’t look sorry.”

“I did say I had it under control.” He repeated his excuse, though less argumentative this time.

His eyes were soft as he stared at you. His arms ached to be wrapped around you. He so badly wanted to hold your face and kiss your trouble away. To run his fingers through your hair and reassure you.

You released a sharp sigh and stood from your chair, making your way to him between his legs and the coffee table. He looked up at you, eyes innocently round as they peered into yours. After a grueling moment of silence, Jason’s gaze slowly lowered from yours and you held his chin firmly in place. His eyes rose back to meet your gaze again.

“You’re not invincible. They keep drilling in your head that you’re the best of the best but you’re not a fucking machine. They run you like a racehorse and problem is, you believe in it now cos that’s what your life has come to.”

The back of your hand sat against his cheekbone, caressing the smooth skin gently. Jason leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering close as a content sigh slipped past his lips.

“I don’t want to lose you to some stupid fucking technicality just cos you wanna act like a damn fool out of his restraints. Fucking hell, Jason. You can’t be this thick in the head.”

Jason’s hand caught your wrist as your hand dropped from his face. His thumb trailed over the back of your hand soothingly, his eyes rich with adoration.

“Well, shit. Never knew you could go all soft on me like that.”

“You’re an idiot.”

He grinned in response, lifting your hand to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles. You raised your idle hand to rub against the caked dirt on his cheek.

“And you look like shit.”

“I’m fine.” Jason protested as you distanced yourself to fetch your first aid kit from your desk. You were back in front of him instances later. “Seriously, (Y/N).”

“So, it’s (Y/N) now?” A playful smirk sat in the corner of your mouth as you opened a bottle of disinfectant.

A crooked smile curved his lips. “I can call you whatever you want.”

“I do like the way you say my name.”

“Yeah? But I ain’t even trying.”

“And how would you say it if you were trying?”

The question flew out of your mouth without even thinking twice about it. Just a plain attempt to carry on a conversation as you dabbed a soaked piece of cotton across Jason’s cheeks. The implications were lost on you as you were occupied with focus.

Jason didn’t waste a damn second to make his point. His face contorted with a frown, lips parting as a string of feigned suggestive moans fled his mouth.

“Mmm. Fuck. (Y/N). Ah.”

“That was – I didn’t mean it like that.” You murmured, eyes blown wide. A surge of heat enlivened your core as you took in Jason’s cocky lopsided grin.

“Oh, yeah?”

You shrugged with a playful smile. “But that does give me an idea.”

You leaned with your leg in between Jason’s already parted thighs, close enough that he could feel the curve of your knee press into his crotch. He swallowed as your face drew close, his eyes drifting down to lock upon your lips.

“I wonder if that’s how you really sound like.”

“You’re free to give me a try, darling.” He whispered huskily, lidded eyes coming up to meet yours again.

You moved your leg – just barely, letting him feel its pressure on his cock and he gasped loudly. A flood of heat gnawed its way down to your core, and the raw urge to completely ruin this man became a constant thought.

You lifted your leg over his thigh and straddled his waist. His hands immediately found purchase on your waist as you rolled your hips. Once. Twice. Once more. And Jason shuddered with a quivering breath, whining at the tortuous movement of your body. Head thrown back against the headrest as he arched his back.

“Damn, girl. Take me out on a date first – mhm. Oh, fuck.”

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, trailing your lips to his ear and cupped them gently around his earlobe. His fingers dug indents into your hips, tugging you even closer to himself.

“(Y/N)?” The name came as a breathless question. “(Y/N).”

You hummed your response, your tongue claiming the smooth skin of his neck as your lips left open mouthed kisses. A stifled moan tipped off Jason’s lips but he didn’t speak.

“What is it?” You urged.

“You’re killing me here. Fuck.”

You smirked and rolled your hips again, meeting his aching crotch firmly and he groaned.

“You better fuck me good if you’re gonna tease me like this.”

“So, not only you don’t take orders, you’re giving me one right now?”

“Shit. That’s not—” He swallowed back his words as you withdrew your mouth from his skin and returned your face before his. One of your hands crawled up his chest, fingers then slowly curling around his neck. Jason’s chest heaved heavily. Plea roiled the need behind his eyes. “Come on, baby. Do it. I know I made you so mad today. So, why don’t you take out your anger on me, ha? I promise I can take it.”

You squeezed his neck gently, and Jason’s lips parted into a silent moan, eyes fluttering close as his head lolled back. Your fingers pressed more firmly and a strangled whimper slipped off his lips.

“Look at me.” You growled.

Jason’s eyes, glossy with lust, opened to look right into yours. His mouth was permanently agape with the unvoiced moans that were repressed beneath the pressure of your fingers. You leaned forward and hooked his lip between your teeth, drawing a breathless noise from him. When you let go, Jason chased after your lips, and you pulled back farther with a teasing smirk.

“Yeah. I guess that is how you sound like.”

“What?” Jason said, dazed, chest heaving heavily against yours. His hands shifted uncertainly on your hips.

You rose back to your feet and walked to your desk, plopping down in your chair without sparing him another glance. Jason’s eyes fluttered as the coldness of your absence slowly sobered his senses. He was very painfully aware of how hard he still was and how his skin tingled with the adrenaline that had, yet to subdue within his veins.

“I expect to see you tomorrow as always. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Understood?” Your tone bordered on strictly professional again. You were also making sure to make a show of ripping the ‘suspension letter’ you were determined to taunt him with only earlier. You lifted your head to look at him with a raise of your brow upon his silence. “Understood, Kolchek?”

He nodded quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

Jason could barely catch a blink of sleep that night. He kept twisting around in his thin bedsheet, futilely trying to shove down the flood of suggestive images his brain kept throwing at him. His pulse spiked with the rush of adrenaline, his cock growing hard in his sweatpants again. Fuck. Why did you have to be so hot but so goddamn cruel? Why?

It was useless. He couldn’t sleep like this.

He got up from the bed and tossed away the sheet, reaching for his towel inside his duffel bag by the bed and silently made his way out of his room. Nothing a cold shower couldn’t fix. Right? Right?

He stepped into the shower room and stripped his layers. And when he flipped on the tap, the blistering hot water made him groan in frustration. Great. Just what he needed.

Letting his fingers run through the gush of hot water, embraced by the swirls of steam floating inside the crammed tiled cubicle, the surge of thoughts returned to his mind and he cursed thickly under his breath. Time for plan B.

Standing in the circle of downpour, he sucked in a wavering gulp of breath and took himself into his hand. A restrained groan rumbled in his chest as he slowly dragged his palm along his firm shaft, propping another hand against the cold shower wall to support his trembling knees.

With his eyes shut tight, he pictured your hands on him, insistently building him up, breathing words of praise into his ear as you did. He let his head back to moan heartily as the image of you on your knees took up his mind. Oh, (Y/N).

Your name fell off his tongue before he could stop himself. And the sound then began rolling like marbles inside his mouth. A mindless chant that rose above the brash pattering of the water and soaked through the walls. The litany grew breathier and more broken the faster his hand became around his cock.

And that was perhaps why he didn’t hear the creak of the door as it opened, far sunken beneath the weight of his mounting arousal as the fury of heat whelmed every bit of his body. His moans only became bolder, your name coming through his gritted teeth more times he cared to admit as he stalked closer to his climax.

Only when he looked up to see the silhouette of your body blocking the light from behind the cheap plastic curtain parting him from you that he finally came to. He froze. His breaths left him hard and uneven. His face prickled with ice cold embarrassment, his mouth suddenly dry as he swallowed.

“You’re trying to wake up the entire damn palace?” Came your playful voice from behind the curtain. You were holding its plastic hem within your fingers and had lifted it slightly to let the dull warm light through. He could see your bare legs now, peaking from underneath a white towel wrapped around your body. “I didn’t think I’d run into you so soon after…” Your sentence waned into a light knowing chuckle, and Jason’s cheeks stung with heat.

You were getting a kick out of this. And he despised how you always managed to get him into a situation where his wit failed him. As much he enjoyed your teasing, you were unrelenting. You pushed him far enough to keep him wanting for more, yet not enough to release him from his bounds. And then he was left fending for himself in the purgatory you’ve created for him.

You pulled back the curtain, your face filling up his vision. Your eyes were soft and stared at him with adoration. It made a pleasant warmth bubble in his chest, his lips mirroring the smile upon yours.

“Well, hello there, gorgeous.” You singsonged, and Jason scoffed a laugh.

You let the towel fall in a heap around your feet and stepped in the cubicle with him. The curtain fell behind you, distancing the pair of you from the outside world. He could now see the vine-like curl of your tattoos inking your shoulders. Their faded edges met right above your cleavage and he let himself stare freely for once. Eyes leisurely drifting down to the intricate designs on your sternum and farther down to your hip bones.

Each piece felt so you. Bold, yet sophisticated. Dark, yet soft and gentle. His fingers instinctively rose to trace between the swells of your breasts, his nails tracing gently over the darkened texture of your skin.

“You weren’t planning to have fun without me, were you?” You lifted a hand to brush away his scattered wet fringe. A crooked smile curled the corner of his mouth.

“Did you have something else in mind?”

“I mean I’m very naked right now. What does that tell you?”

Jason’s eyes twinkled with mischief. You cocked a questioning brow before a loud gasp escaped you as he took your arms and spun you around, switching his place with you. You were now standing inside the outpour of the shower. He gave an easy laugh as you pushed back your hair with a moue of irritation.

“Come ‘ere, baby.”

His warm hands wound around your waist and drew you closer to himself, joining you under the shower as he stared down at you with a lingering smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes, resting your palms against his chest.

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a little devil, so guess we’re even.”

Your hands slowly lowered upon his skin, your nails lightly scratching an invisible path down to the hard lines of his stomach. You looked up, hooking your lip between your teeth.

“Ah, no, no, no,” Jason’s words wove with a laugh. “What’s going on up there now?” He gently flicked a finger at your temple.

“Oh, you know… just thinking how fucking sexy you are. Especially right now. My mouth’s watering thinking about how your skin’s gonna feel on my tongue. On my lips…”

You leaned with a parted mouth into his chest and pressed a wet kiss to his skin. His strong shoulders hitched, a stuttered moan tipping off his lips. His fingers curled tightly around your arms and you hissed at the dull ache that roused underneath his hands.

“I’m so so wet for you, baby.” You whispered against his skin. “If only you could feel how much I want you right now.”

Your voice was low and titillating, and it embraced Jason like a pool of warm honey. Each word came thickly like an invitation for temptation, and his brain could hardly form a coherent thought. His chest rose and fell rapidly against your mouth.

“(Y/N).”

You hummed playfully in response, ignoring Jason’s low voice that spat your name like a demand. You refused to heed, raising your mouth to pepper the crook of his neck with kisses instead. He clicked his tongue, his hand coming to sit beneath your jaw, jerking your head back. You grinned up at him.

“That little attitude don’t fly here with me. Got it, pretty girl?”

“Last I checked, I’m still your superior.”

Jason’s heated exhales brushed over your lips as he leaned in closer. His eyes, narrowed and aflame, stared into yours. Your lips opened to follow after his but he pushed your face away. A mischievous smirk curved his mouth.

“You’re mine, sweetheart. That’s what you are. And I ain’t seeing nobody here to get up my ass ‘bout this. So, right now,” his lips feathered over yours, his fingers pressing deeper into your skin. “You’re just my girl. No bullshit ranks, no nothing. Just my sweet little girl.”

“You’re really cocky for someone who was about to get his ass kicked just a few hours ago.”

“I aim to impress. What can I say, darling?”

“You better not stop there, Lieutenant. I hope you’ve got more for me.”

Jason groaned. “You have any fucking idea what you do to me when you call me that?”

“You’re not used to it, yet?” A low, drawn out chuckle passed through your mouth into his. His eyes were now locked upon the tempting glistening of your wet lips.

“Not when you say it.”

His lips claimed yours with greed, his fingers burying inside your hair, folding the soaked tresses inside his fist. His other hand landed on your shoulder and pushed you against the wall. Your back met the cold tiles firmly, Jason’s feverish body pressing against yours in the next instance. He swallowed the surprised gasp fleeing your mouth against his own, his palms rising to brace by the sides of your head on the wall.

His lips moved slowly, yet each kiss sent a flicker of spark down to your core. He was patient. Deliberate. Drinking you in. All in. Seizing you after months of your relentless teasing. He was claiming his prize for putting up with many nights of releasing himself between only his hands. Now that he had you in his arms, he was going to indulge in you like he wanted to. Like he needed to.

He responded to every little breathless noise of yours with a soft moan, cooing and humming into your mouth, breathing muffled words of praise. His lips were drawn into a permanent smile, relishing in the quickening rhythm of your pulse that he could trace in your erratic breaths.

You were eager to pick up the pace, tugging urgently on the wisps of hair on the back of Jason’s neck to give him the indication. But he brushed off every attempt, punishing you with even a slower kiss each time you made a noise of protest. His lips closed upon yours like a flower in reverse bloom, his tongue touching yours in gentle, barely there, strokes.

“Jason…” Your voice became muffled against, yet another sensuous kiss. He hummed playfully in response, imitating the times you tormented him without an ounce of remorse. “Oh, my fucking god. You’re driving me crazy.”

“That’s kinda the idea, sweetheart.” He pulled away enough to give you a shit eating grin. His mouth trailed along your jawline, warm lips feathering over your skin like a scorching band of iron. “Remember all those times you made me beg for you? How ‘bout you beg for a little change. Hmm?”

You swallowed thickly, fingers weaving inside Jason’s soft tousled locks as his kisses traveled down the column of your neck. Each press of his lips felt like a hook that hollowed out more and more of your will, slowly making you succumb to his instead.

“Go on. Let me hear you say it.” His face returned before yours. Eyes sharp and expectant, they probed right into your bones.

You swallowed again, lips fluttering wordlessly as you pondered with astonishment. You surely weren’t expecting the night to turn out like this. Not that you were complaining but the sudden change had definitely taken you aback and caused your confidence to falter. Just the thought of Jason taking charge for once made a ticklish warmth descend in your stomach.

Jason’s hand returned beneath your jaw, his thumb pushing slightly into the seam of your lips. He cocked his head, a crooked smile sat in the corner of his mouth. “Don’t hold back on me now, baby. Let’s hear it.”

“You’re ridiculous, Jason.” You said instead, though your tone was light and a hint of a smile ghosted over your lips.

He nodded animatedly – a mocking show of feigned understanding. His idle hand fell to your waist, fanned out fingers caressing their way down to your thigh, seizing as much bit of skin under their calloused pads as he could.

His lips landed upon the intricate inks on your shoulder, his tongue drawing a line over the design all the way down to the middle of your breasts. Your chest hitched loudly, meeting the lone wet kiss Jason pressed in the soft dip between the curves.

“What else?” He said, voice muffled against your skin. His fingers glided between your thighs, ghosting teasingly over your cunt like a bashful spectator.

“And you’re a hard ass. And… and…” Your words waned as his fingertip pressed against your clit, and you sucked in a harsh breath. “Fuck.”

“And?” He echoed. “Any more you got left for me?”

“Please don’t make me say it.” You whispered finally, defeated.

“Oh, you poor poor thing. What happened to that filthy little mouth of yours?” He traced your flushed clit with a finger, drawing a gentle loop of circles over the swollen bud. “Need help loosening up that tongue?”

His hand fell from your jaw to your thigh and lifted it over his hip, his fingers hooked beneath your knee, and he tugged you even closer to himself. His hard cock slid between your thighs, the warm throbbing length slipping against your slick of arousal. His lips caressed the side of your face, his breaths brushing over your ear as his mouth hovered along its shell.

“I can make you beg for me, baby. Is that what you want? I can play with you till you cry. Till you’re screaming for me to fuck you and let you cum,” a quivering sigh flitted through your lips and Jason gave a playful ‘mm-hmm’ and chuckled darkly. “That’s right, baby. I can do all that and more. You’re gonna be a fucking mess when I’m done with you. And then after that I’ll lick you clean. If you behave like the good girl I know you are.”

Jason hooked your earlobe between his teeth, raising a thumb to toy with your hardened nipple. Light brushes of his fingertip that sent shocks of pleasure down to your pussy and you arched your back off the wall, digging your nails into his strong shoulders. You rolled your hips over his cock for any small amount of friction, and you groaned in frustration as he pushed you back against the wall, allowing you no more movement.

“Jason, come on.” You whined.

“I already told you the rules, sweetheart. Since you’re so big on following orders, this ain’t gonna be so hard for you. Say the words and I’ll take real good care of you.”

The promise dripped off his tongue like syrup. His voice a low guttural hum in the back of his throat. His accent was thick with desire, his words drawn out and melodious. And one look into his blown pupils told you it was taking a lot of his patience to not pounce on you right then and there.

But you were as stubborn as he was. And you liked the game he was making you play. You wondered if he would give in first. If you could make him give in first. You wanted to see him feral and out of control, and how he was going to take you once he was beyond his limit.

So, you let a hand glide his chest. His eyes briefly fell to the slow movement as it crept up his skin and his grip under your knee tightened. You could see his anticipation as he met your eyes again. Your fingers wove around his neck the way it did hours ago in your office, their lengths pressing slightly into his skin. His eyes fell shut, jaw becoming clenched.

“Let’s cut the bullshit. I know you want this as bad as I do.”

You began moving yourself along his cock again but this time he made no attempt to stop you. You grinned as he opened his eyes, his lips quivering with a whimper upon the increased pressure of your grip around his neck.

A stifled groan rumbled in his chest as you sped up. His palm rose to prop against the wall by your head and his chin lowered. His fringe tickled your nose as you rolled your hips back and forth, and you gave his neck an upward jerk to make him raise his head. He met your eyes again. His own narrowed to slits and burning hot with lust.

“You dirty little cheat.”

His face surged forward, lips hungrily landing upon yours. The kiss was rough, almost painful. And it gave you no room to object this alteration. Jason’s hand yanked at yours around his neck and the grip loosened with a forceful tug. Your other wrist joined within his fist before he raised them both above your head against the wall.

“You got no idea what you got yourself into.” His tone bordered on threatening. It sent delicious shivers down your spine and you bit your lip as they trembled against a whimper.

Jason’s free hand moved between your thighs. A long finger wormed its way between your soaked lips, the tip sliding up and down your entrance as his thumb barely brushed over your clit. You heaved a sharp sigh, writhing against his firm hold. But his tight grip around your wrists and his flushed body pressed against yours left no space for fruitful movement. You couldn’t get your way anymore until he let you.

A broken needy whine spilled from you and Jason grinned. The adorable little hollows of his cheeks were an uncanny contrast to the heated look he held in his eyes for you. You nearly stomped your foot in frustration as he chuckled teasingly. He was enjoying this. His patient touch was torturous and, yet you still held your tongue. No way were you going to beg for him to fuck you.

Jason seemed to notice it, too as he flicked lightly at your clit and roused a burning jolt of pleasure in your core. His thumb sat by the yearning bud. Close enough to awaken the anticipation of his touch on you. Its soft pad began a slow circle around your cunt, deliberately avoiding your clit, only occasionally feathering over it to let you feel the warmth of his digit.

His middle finger danced around your entrance, sliding an inch inside to smear the wetness over your folds. A delicate moan bubbled in your throat and Jason’s eyes lit up at the soft sound that rolled off your tongue.

“Come on, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

It was as though he pulled the plug at your will – a feverish moan slipped through your lips as Jason’s thumb finally sat against your clit and gave a firm sudden push. He cooed delightedly, a bright smile taking up his face.

“So fucking pretty, baby. You’re so fucking pretty.”

“Ja–Jason–”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Fuck. I can’t. I fucking can’t.”

“Well, too bad. I haven’t heard a damn word from you that counts.”

You shook your head fervently, still dead on resisting to beg. He scoffed softly.

“And you call me a hard ass.” He leaned closer to your face, lips a breath apart from yours. His fingers still toyed with your pussy even as his eyes bore into yours. “Tell me how you want me, where you want me. Ain’t no rocket science, right, baby? So, open that pretty mouth and speak your fucking mind.”

Your head spun with delirious yearning. Every cell in your body called for him. For his touch. It screamed with an aching hunger that only he could feed. Your skin tingled with adrenaline, the shock rippled in your veins like turbulent waves and it made your knees feel light. Maybe it was time to finally admit defeat.

“Oh, baby,” you whined breathlessly. Jason’s eyes twinkled as you continued, “I want you. I want you so fucking bad. I can’t – I need you to fuck me.”

You felt Jason’s cock give a jolt between your thighs and a needy moan fell off your tongue as you tried to move yourself along his firm length again.

“Oh, my god. Don’t keep me waiting longer. Please.” You sobbed. “Jason!” His name came loud and demanding, broken with desire.

Your soft lustful plea had numbed his brain, and it took him a moment to will his body into movement. But when he finally moved, his lips were upon yours and his hand had released your wrists to grip tightly at your waist instead.

“Wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

You gently bit his lip in silent protest and he breathed a chuckle against your mouth. Your arms found their way around his neck, fingers locking inside his hair. Jason lifted your thigh over his hip again, offering you a generous, better, feel of his hard cock that slid smoothly between your slick folds. The tip prodding ever so gently into your entrance as he slowly bucked his hips against yours.

His breath stuttered as he wrapped his fingers around his length and guided himself into you. He slithered in with ease in one swift pump, and he tipped his head back to let a drawn out moan roll off his tongue. He was pressed tightly against you now, his free hand rising once again to brace by the side of your head on the wall.

“Mmm, baby. Fuck. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your walls clenched around him and he groaned as he slowly began to move, his fingers beneath your knee clutching painfully tight at the skin. The shy stinging within you steadily gave way to one of pleasure the more Jason slid in and out of you.

You pulled his face to yours, lips colliding messily as a collective moan passed between you. Your nails scratched the back of his head and he sighed shakily, his hips faltering for an instance before he picked his pace back up, thrusting into you with more eagerness. His grunts morphed into breathless moans with each snap of his hips against yours, fallen under the harsh rhythm of water on the tiled floor.

Jason cursed thickly under his breath. His lips pressed to the shell of your ear, his soft moans pierced right through your brain. The rich sounds pushing you closer and closer to becoming undone. His mouth fell to your neck, his teeth clamping down upon your skin lazily and you gasped, head falling back against the wall. His tongue claimed your neck, leaving timid wet strokes along its length, and not once his speed slowed. His cock still borrowing deep into you with determined thrusts.

He let his palm off the wall to sit his thumb against your clit, rolling the flushed bud firm and fast beneath its pad. And soon, staccato pleasure morphed into consistent swirls in your core. Shocks of desire spinning into a white hot whirlwind that rushed from your legs up to your chest. Your lips parted with a fervent moan, nails digging into Jason’s shoulders as your walls fluttered with your orgasm.

His hips still moved against yours, now harsher and faster. His voice had dipped low and gravelly. Groans weaving into whines, moans waning into hums. Strings of halved praises made it past his lips, incoherent sentences that were more noise than words, and they blurred together in lazy slurs of sounds, continuously breathing a whiny ‘yesyesyes’ or ‘fuck, oh my god, fuck’ under your ear.

You could feel his cock throb deep inside you. It tickled your walls with temptation, and surely, the tingling warmth awoke again in your core as Jason’s thumb continued massaging your sensitive clit. You squirmed at the ache that roused under his touch, whimper after whimper coaxing free from your lips. But he didn’t let up, his warm insistent touch edging you closer again to another orgasm.

The building pleasure soon replaced the dull pain, burning hot and washing over the unyielding stagnation that suddenly burst into your climax like a flood ripping through the gates. It was an all consuming wave of pleasure that crashed over you and made you full with warmth.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Jason staggered to pull himself out in time for the thick gush of his cum to spout between your thighs. The warm stream streaked down your skin and he watched the movement with a dazed grin before lifting his lidded eyes to yours. His chest still heaved as he pressed an adoring kiss to your lips, releasing a content sigh through his nose.

“Remind me why haven’t we done this before?” You said with a playful smile, and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I wonder why.” The dripping sarcasm of his voice drowned beneath the soft smile he gave you before kissing you once more. “If anyone asks, you’re the hard ass here. Not me.”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Lieutenant. I still call the shots around here.”

“Or what?” He smirked, biting his lip as his eyes grew lidded again. His palm slid behind to your ass and squeezed a handful between his long fingers. You gasped and slapped the back of your hand at his chest. He laughed heartily.

“You’re fucking adorable, you know that?”

“I’ll show you adorable, Marine.”

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eddie-brii · 1 year

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Of worship and Temples

Salim fic

Warnings: 18+ due to Adult content.

Author's notes:

Soooo this was something that just kinda bit me and wouldn't let go til I finished it. The female in this is purposely kept ambitious so you can imagine whomever you like. Yourself, an OC, or a crack pairing. There will also be a part two. Enjoy! 😁

Salim liked to think of himself as a man with good self-control, staring down the barrel of a gun while in a vampire infested hall underground had proven that, however, he believed that Allah had truly begun to test him. He fixated on the woman in front of him from where he was leaning against the wall, arms over his chest as he took in the way she bent to rest her forearms against the courtyard wall. The sun was high as they both took their time enjoying the view in front of them. Her eyes on what was left of the plaza, him watching her hair dance in what little wind made its way through the camp.

“You’re staring again.” She said simply, not bothering to turn to face him, he had hoped he had been discreet with his attention, but it appears he had not. He said nothing for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts away from the way her body moved as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“My apologies, if I have made you uncomfortable.” He finally said after clearing his throat, he wondered how times she had known his gaze strayed to her, finding her eyes as the light danced in them, the nape of her neck when she placed her hair up and her shirt riding up enough to see the small of her back. Where he wished to place soft kisses, where he wished to grip her hips tightly as he- Allah, he needed to stop. When his wife left him, he had resigned himself to a life of without such intimacies. He was no longer a young man ruled by his desires, needing only his son and his prayers, or so he had thought.

The woman before him shattered that notion by simply walking into his life, making him feel as if he was drowning with or without her, his time on his prayer mat doing little to help him center himself from this upheaval.

He was broken from his thoughts when she straightened, turning to face him, the hips that haunted him now leaning against the wall behind her.

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable, only makes me wonder what you’re thinking.” A pointed look accompanied her words. Salim swallowed at having her full attention on him and prayed his face didn’t betray his wayward desires. He attempted to be lighthearted, to hopefully distract from the simmering heat he felt under his skin.

“Merely making sure you stay out trouble, it seems to follow you.”

She cracked a smile at his words but quickly dashed any hope that the subject would be dropped.

“While true, something else has been on your mind.” She gave him a thoughtful look before continuing. “What is really going on with you?”

“Nothing.” He quickly answered, he had no idea how she would react if she were to learn of the effects she had on him. He had no wish to cause her distress or strain their relationship.

“Are you sure? You seem like you’re having a hard time with something.”

“You have no idea.” Salim thought as she moved closer to him, it was times like this he wondered if she knew what she did to him. How he lingered on her mouth, wishing he could draw her bottom lip in between his teeth. On her breasts where he wanted to pull down her clothes enough to where he could lick and suckle on her nipples. He wondered if she’d make sweet sounds as he pleasured her with his tongue, lapping at her folds like a man dying of thirst. He could feel the heat under his skin moving to his lower belly, he silently thanked Allah that she had moved closer but now prayed she didn’t look down for his want was making itself apparent.

“Allah, I wish to worship her like the goddess she is….”

She had moved in front of him, concern in her eyes making him realize how long he had gone without responding to her.

“Salim, I’d like to think we’ve built up trust with what we’ve been through together. Can’t you tell me what’s been bothering you?” She placed a hand on his arm as she was speaking, making him feel as if she was burning him with her touch alone. He looked away, unable to look into her eyes for much longer his resolve was crumbling as she stayed near him. She stepped even closer, moved her hands to his face making him look at her again. His arms dropped to his sides and he clenched his hands into fists, trying to keep from grabbing her hips.

“Please Salim. Please tell me.”

Words so simply spoken were music to his ears, taking what little reservation he had left and sweeping it away with the wind in the courtyard.

“You, I’m thinking of you in ways that I should not.” At his words her eyes widen, but he kept speaking as if flood gates had been opened. “You’ve invaded my mind with such intrusive thoughts to where I may not even find peace in my faith. To where even as I pray, I no longer think of lying before Allah, but of you lying beneath me, allowing me to worship your body, welcoming me into your temple. Leaving pleasure as a hopeful offering that you may allow me to continue to feel your softness and quench this growing thirst that I’m cursed with. I want you in ways I should not, in ways I thought I would never want a woman again. You have taken my peace in a way that has left me ready to beg for your favor, for your blessing and offer every last wanton urge in my body to you in hopes that I may finally have sweet release.”

Their gazes were locked with one another’s as he poured his desire into his words. She never faltered, face flushing as he went on and she didn’t pull back as his hands finally found her hips. Silence fell over them as he closed his eyes after his confession, waited for her to reject him, to push him away, but instead he felt her arms side from his face to wrap around his neck. She pulled him closer, flush against his front as he felt her curves through fabric.

“Salim?”

He opened his eyes, staring into hers as he waited for salvation or damnation, for she could offer both.

“Worship me.”

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buttermykolchek · 2 years

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Scouts honor. Part 1

[J. Kolchek x Fem! Reader]

This is my first try writing a fic, let me know what you think!

Italics means thoughts/flashbacks

Tw: blood, violence, swearing, cringe (probably)

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Iraq, 2003.

Camp slayer 0800 hours.

Your tan combat boots hit the floor in a rhythm as you made your way to Rachel’s office. You had just received word that Colonel Eric King was assigned to lead the team. Rachel’s team. You’d known about their previous relationship and you knew it was extremely complicated. As Rachel’s best friend, you’d gotten caught in the crossfire several times. What I fucking headache. She’s going to loose her shit ice she hears about this. You took a deep breath before knocking firmly on her office door, clutching the paperwork in your left hand. You were standing with your hands behind your back. Your long (y/h/c) locks were pulled into a tight bun, you had on a dark green tshirt, which was tucked into your uniform pants, which were tucked into your combat boots. the typical uncomfortable marine uniform crap.

You heard a bit of shuffling around and giggling before rachel answered the door, stepping aside so nick could leave the room. her hair was messy, and nicks hat was clearly crooked. What the hell? Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw a fresh hickey on his neck. Nick nodded at you and kept on down the hall, and Rachel sighed at the look on your face. “It’s not what it looks like, y/l/n.” She almost whispered as you stepped inside, You waited until she closed the door to have a mini freak out. “Not what it looks like?! Rach! Are you serious right now? He’s your subordinate!” You we’re whisper yelling. Praying nobody like merwin or Joey were walking by, they’d definitely make a big stink out of this.

She sighed and leaned on her desk, biting her thumb nail. “I know..” she mumbled, looking at the floor. “I just, I don’t know.. With all the bullshit with Eric I think I just wanted to feel something else, you know?” You looked at her with raised eyebrows, your hands on your hips. “No Rachel, I don’t ‘know’.” You said, using your fingers as quotation marks. “Please, enlighten me. Tell me. How do you think Eric is going to react when he gets here?!”

Your breath caught in your throat as Rachel’s head snapped to your direction. “Excuse me?” She stood, raising her voice a little. You ran a hand down your face in stress. “He’s going to be here within the hour. Christ, rach.” You groaned, pacing around the room. She was already fixing her hair in a hurry. “Straighten up, don’t say a fucking word about any of this, I mean it. We’ve got enough bullshit floating around this camp. The last thing anybody needs is your and nicks affair getting out and about.” You pointed a finger at her, before turning and leaving the room. Slamming the door shut. She may have been your superior, but she knew you were right. You had every reason to be mad. Nicks your best friend, you don’t want his heart getting broken, nor do you want either of them to be reprimanded if word got out.

You walked very hurriedly to your shared bunk room with nick and Jason. The tips of your ears were red with anger. You threw the door open, quickly slamming it shut behind you the second you were through. The first person you saw was nick. Perfect. “Hey scout” nick flashed a soft smile, he was lacing up his boots, sitting on the edge of his bunk bed. “Just the guy I wanted to see” you said through gritted teeth. Smacking him on the back of his head. “Ow! What the hell y/n!” He shouted. Rubbing his head “what the hell were you thinking? Nick, her husband is going to be our new CO. If he finds out, your ass is grass.” You sighed. “And I’ve heard he’s a real dickbag. So, lucky you.” By now You we’re pacing again. Chewing on your bottom lip, not looking at nick. “I’m sorry, y/n. You gotta understand, after the checkpoint-“ he shook his head. Looking at the floor.

You looked over at him, softening your eyes and moving to sit next to him. You, nick and Jason had just been involved in a shooting a few weeks back. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to think about the blood. “I get it.. I’m sorry.” You mumbled. Rubbing his back. Before you could say anything else, the door had swung open. It was Jason, he looked almost.. scared? “Guys, pull your shit together and get out here. Our new CO just landed” he panted, before running off down the hall. You giggled a little at how discombobulated he seemed. Jason always had his shit together, but apparently not today. You and nick shared a soft smile before standing up, heading out the door and towards the briefing room.

Briefing room, 0830 hours.

You were leaning against a desk, listening to colonel king give his presentation. Nick and Jason were on either side of you, listening close. Your eyes were trained on the floor tiles, arms crossed, not really paying attention too much. You were nervous about this mission, maybe even more nervous that Jason’s arm kept brushing against yours. ‘Stop it, he’s your boss, idiot’ you thought to yourself. Jason’s always been your best friend alongside Nick, but lately you’ve been getting mixed signals from him. One day he’d treat you like one of the guys, punching your arm and talking about guy stuff. Then the next day you’d catch him stealing glances at you from across the room, defending you from merwin and his gross jokes, and making sure you were taking care of yourself.

You mentally kicked yourself for thinking about him in such a way. He’s your friend, y/n. He doesn’t see you like that. He’s just a nice guy. You repeated that to yourself until you heard Jason speak up. “Boys are just eager to catch a break, sir. No harm meant.” ‘Did I miss something?’ You thought. Looking up at him and nudging his arm a little. A confused look on your face. Jason tilted his head down, leaning his head to the side and whispering “fill you in later.”. You nodded. Still listening, but keeping to yourself.

After Eric was finished with his presentation, you made your way over to Joey. He was talking to Eric with a concerned look on his face. As you approached, you cued in on their conversation. “Bet the farm on this. I have a good feeling we're gonna clear up." Said Eric. “I wish I shared your optimism, Colonel." Joey spoke, the colonel turned his heels and made his way over to Rachel, as you leaned on the table next to joey. “Hey, you okay?” You looked at him with a soft expression. Joey was always like a big brother to you, ever since you joined the team he and you would always get into trouble together. He sighed. “I’m okay, just a little worried is all” Joey shrugged

“Hey, don’t be. Nothings gonna happen to any of us, not if I can help it.” You smiled a little, tilting your head. “What if you can’t help it, scout? What if I can’t help you or, or merwin or-“ “hey” you interrupted “will you stop that. We’re gonna be okay. Promise” you stuck out your pinky, which made him smile a little, before wrapping his pinky around yours. “See? Everything is going to be A-O-K” you stood up straight. Knocking on his helmet playfully before walking off, on your way to get ready for the mission.

Tunnels, 1100 hours, 63ft

“Y/n! Get down!” You heard Joey scream, it sounded almost like an echo. What the fuck? “Joey?” You groaned. Everything hurt. You felt like shit. You tried to sit up, only to gasp at the sharp pain in your shoulder. Your eyes snapped open, only to see it was dark all around you, besides the circle of light around you, which came from the giant hole in the ceiling above.

“Oh, what the fuck?” You winced, rolling onto your side. Your vision was blurry for a second, before everything came clear. The pain in your shoulder was burning like a white flame. You clutched it, only to find that it felt wet. “Ah, shit” you hissed. Pulling your hand back into the sunlight. Your hand was covered in blood. “Fan-fucking-tastic” you whispered, looking around to observe your surroundings as you stood up. You couldn’t really tell where you were exactly, other than it was a tunnel of some sort. “Joey? Jason?” You whisper/called. Careful incase there were enemies nearby. “What the fuck” you whispered, again and again. It’s the only thought you really had, as you looked for your weapons. other than finding your team and patching up your shoulder, of course. You assumed it was a bullet hole, giving the fact you were just in combat. ‘Oh, shit.’ You thought. The memories flooding back.

You stood up straight, checking your clip. Thank god it was full. You took a couple steps towards the dark tunnel, raising your weapon. Turning your headlight on. You could barely see, the path was so narrow. You clicked the intercom button on your earpiece “Scout to mailman 3, Nicky? Where are you?” You spoke just above a whisper. Your new call sign made you smile a little. Jason had given it to you a few days ago, saying something about how you’re like a girl scout.

As you approached you realized the three figures were Nick, Jason and clarice. Nick and Jason were saying something about needing to find you, and You heard merwin groan in pain. “found her” he managed to get out, making them all turn around “fancy meeting you here” you joked lightheartedly, grabbing your knife and starting to cut the wires. “How did you- what? Where did you come from?” Jason said in disbelief. “I honestly don’t know, jase” you said softly. Glancing at him for just a second, before continuing to Concentrate on not injuring you or merwin any more. Finally, you cut the right wire that sent merwin to the ground.

As you all surrounded him, he started screaming again. “oh fuck he’s so fucked” you heard Jason say breathlessly. “You don’t think I can- hear you” merwin gasped between breaths. He really was fucked. Blood and guts never really bothered you, but this was just awful. His skin was torn to shreds, pieces of barbed wire still mauling his flesh. You had to do something to get it out. “Hey, hey, look at me” you said softly. Putting a hand on merwins helmet. You were trying to comfort him. He may have been a dick, but that didn’t mean you needed to be one. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna patch you up best I can, and then we’ll get out of here. Everything is going to be just fine.” “There’s morphine in my pack! Get it!” You heard Nick yell, “Jesus, who the hell loaded these packs” Jason grumbled. as you turned your head to look at them, clarice was yanked into the darkness.

“What the fuck?” You whispered in disbelief. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Jason stepped towards where clarice had disappeared. “Clarice?” Jason called softly, only to be answered by a menacing shrieking. Jason and Nick jumped back, meanwhile you had already grabbed merwins pack straps, ready to start moving him. “The fuck was that?” Merwin winced. Jason and Nick each grabbed one of merwins arms. “Move! Now!” He shouted, dragging the man behind the 3 of you. The trail of blood following.

“Nick he’s bleeding out, we have to take care of this” you insisted, dragging him into a corner. Hoping whatever was out there wouldn’t find you. You kept pressure on merwins wounds while Jason scoped out the area. “How is it?” Merwin winced. “You want the good version or the bad version?” You couldn’t look at him, knowing he was fucked either way. “Just give it to me straight.” He groaned. Nick shook his head, “I’m not gonna lie man, it’s pretty fuckin’ bad”. The shrieking was getting louder as you moved to start patching him up, he was bleeding out too quickly. “Whatever’s out there, he’s drawing them down on us!” Jason said in a panicked tone. You’ve never seen him this scared. “He won’t hold still jase, you need to get the morphine in him.” You turned your head. He was like a deer in headlights. “Now kolchek!” You demanded, he was a good soldier, they called him the best of the best. You knew he’d follow an order rather than a plea.

In a second Jason was digging the morphine out, as Nick kept his hand over merwins mouth to keep him quiet. you kept bandaging up several of merwins wounds, Joey had been giving you medicine training but it wasn’t enough.. wait, where’s Joey?you thought. Nick started to say something, but couldn’t hear what He was saying over the intense shrieking coming from down the hall. By the time you and Jason looked up, it was too late. “Nick, you’re choking him!” You slapped his hand away. Jason moved to check his pulse.

“Can’t find a pulse, I can’t find a fucking pulse” he said in a panicky tone. You looked over at Nick. “It can’t be! I- I didn’t mean to-“ he stuttered “he’s gone Nick, merwin is dead” Jason spoke just above a whisper. Your heart sank. You fell back into your heels, looking down at your blood soaked hands. Nick looked at you both in sheer regret. “I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean, fuck” he nearly shrieked. Standing up with his hands on his head “Nick it’s okay” you sighed. “It was an accident ” You stood up, ignoring the pain in your left shoulder and side. Jason stood beside you. Your heart jumped when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. Fuck. Why did he have to stand so damn close? Normally you’d be annoyed that someone’s up your ass, but Jason being close made you feel.. safe? Not the kind of safe Nicky made you feel. Nick always said he had to protected you, but you wanted jason to protect you, to hold you. Jesus, this ain’t the time.

“We gotta move guys, they’re coming.” You turned, and jason grabbed your left arm “hey we need to-“ You let out a yelp, Jason immediately released his hold. He had grabbed your bad arm. As the adrenaline wore off, you remembered that you were shot. “Fuck” you seethed as you clutched it. Him twisting your arm made it start to bleed again. “Y/n? What the fuck happened to you?” Jason moved closer. Grabbing your shoulder to examine you. “Ow, ow jason, be careful would you?” You whimpered, The shrieking from whatever was chasing you seemed to have subsided. “Christ, you got hit” he sighed, applying pressure. “Good news is, the bullet went clean through” he spoke softly as he started to put bandages on each side. “Bad news?” You seethed, Clenching his shirt tightly. “We’re out of morphine” he chuckled. Making you smile a little “awesome” you turned your head to look at him.

He seemed so focused. his eyes were narrow on your wound, cursing as he fumbled with the last bandage. You never noticed how attractive he really was until now. His face and arms were covered in dirt, he had a cuts and scrapes all over him. He brought his eyes to meet yours and you immediately felt your face heat up, looking away and at nick. He was looking at the floor, clearly upset. “Nick-“ “Let’s move” Nick said sorrowfully, breezing past you and Jason, and down the cave corridor. You looked up at Jason, who was already looking at you. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” You whispered as you both started to walk, careful not to let Nick hear. “He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine” Jason spoke as if he was trying to convince himself, rather than you.

Suddenly, you hear some sort of clicking noise behind you. You turn, shining your headlight towards the noise. Your heart stopped. There was some sort of.. creature crawling towards you. It was winged,and massive. “Oh my god” you gasped. Jumping back. The creature shrieked, standing on two legs and bellowing an inhuman scream. “Fuck, fuck! We gotta move!” You heard Jason yell, in an instant your tiny group was racing down the corridor, being chased by whatever the hell that was. You rounded a corner, seeing collapsed debris over a small staircase, and a clear bath right next to it. “We gotta go through it!” Nick shouted. “The other ways safer, she can’t make it through-“ You cut Jason off irritably. “I don’t need my damn shoulder to jump.” You hissed, immediately hurdling over the collapsed pieces of structure. You didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but now was not the time to be careful.

The boys followed close behind as you ran into a semi open area. Before you could even look around, something smashed into your side, knocking you to the ground. “Y/n!” You heard Nick shout as your back hit the floor. The winged creature was ontop of you, clawing at your face. You shielded yourself and tried to kick it off as best you could but to no avail, you pulled out your knife and started stabbing it in the chest. “Get it off!” You shrieked as Nick and Jason started shooting at it. the thing ran off, giving you time to scramble to your feet. You clutched your side in agony. “God I hate this place” you groaned, continuing to run down the tunnel. You ran as fast as you could, praying to whatever god was listening that there weren’t more ahead of you. You came to a corner. Stopping and pointing your weapon behind you down the hall.

“What the hell is going on?!” Nick shouted. “I don’t know man, it was not supposed to play out like this” Jason spoke shakily. “How the hell are we going to get out of-“ you were cut off by a voice over your earpiece. “Any call signs this is king, contact contact! Taking fire! Does anyone cope over!” You turned to look at Jason. “That’s Rachel!” Nick cried. “King, this is mailman 2-1 actual say again, over.” Jason said, holding his earpiece. No response. “king this is mailman 2-1 actual. How copy, over?!” Nothing. “Damn it!” He hissed, turning around and leading down the tunnel.

A little bit of time had passed, and all three of you had been walking for a while, in silence. Nick was the first to speak up. “I killed him” he choked out, “I fucking killed merwin” he let out a shaken breath. “It was an accident.” You and Jason said nearly in unisons. “Just like the woman at the checkpoint” he shook his head. “Don’t make shit weirder than it already is, clear your fucking mind!” Jason hollered. Making you jump a little.

“We need to find someplace to chill out for a second. Figure out a plan” you grumbled, turning a corner and seeing Eric, sobbing near a cliff. You felt so dizzy that you really didn’t care about Eric’s state of being. “Go see what’s up with him, I’ll keep watch” you said to Jason, who nodded and approached the colonel with Nick. You could hear Eric crying, but couldn’t make out any of the words. Everything hurt, your head was pounding, your shoulder felt like it was on fire, and your side was in excruciating pain. The creature that took you down must have broken a rib, or at the very least bruised one. You were still worried about Joey, hoping he was topside and safe.

“Rachel!” You jumped and ran towards your teammates at the sound of Nick yelling. “What the hell happened?” You said, looking between the three men. All of them were staring over the cliff. “No..” you stepped back. Shaking your head in disbelief, tears brimming your eyes. How could she be gone? You felt sick. “We gotta move, colonel we’re sitting ducks! We need to fall back, now.” Jason hollered. “Over there” Nick pointed towards what seemed to be a separate room, with huge doors. “Let’s go” you sighed, following Jason & nick. Eric was behind you.

“Scout, you’re bleeding” Eric exclaimed. Rushing to your side. “I’m fine, really, kolchek patched me up” you gave him a weak smile. “No, I mean you’re bleeding through the bandages.” “What?” You looked down, your shirt drenched in fresh blood. “Son of a bitch” you hissed, applying pressure. “Scout you don’t look so good..” Nick said warningly, walking closer to you with Jason beside him. “Gee, thanks sergeant, you really know how to make a girl feel special” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. You knew you’d eventually loose enough blood to weaken you, but you didn’t think it’d happen this quickly.

“Y/n seriously. Look at me.” Jason spoke up, and you did. “Jesus Christ” he breathed. Instantly putting your good arm over his shoulders. You tried to resist, but you were too tired. “Jason I’m fine, I can keep going.” You pleaded. You didn’t want to be dead weight. “Bullshit.” He grumbled. Picking you up and carrying you through the door. Everything faded to black.

Flashback

“Scout, hey! Um, hello? Earth to y/n?” You heard, picking your head up from your sketch pad to see Jason. “Oh hey kolchek. What’s up?” You were sitting on your bunk, relaxing after a long day of paperwork. “I said, Whatcha drawing there?” He chuckled. Sitting across from you. “I- um- nothing.” You said hurriedly, attempting to close your sketchbook, but he snatched it up to take a peek. “Jason!” You whined, trying to get it back. “No no! Let me see!” He laughed. Standing up and backing away so he could take a better look. “Well, we’ll miss y/l/n, something you need to tell me?” He teased. Holding it up and pointing at the half finished drawing of himself. He was standing in the briefing room, infront of a beautiful arched doorway. ��I- no. What? No. I draw all of you I just- fuck this is awkward” you groaned. Covering your face with your hands. “Well?” He teased, raising his eyebrows with a grin on his face. “Jesus, Jason, I-“ you sighed. “I just like to draw you guys, that’s all” you looked up at him, praying he wouldn’t flip a page and see the one of him shirtless on the previous page. “I’m just teasin’, I think it’s pretty cool” he smiled, handing the sketch pad back. “Thanks” you smiled, taking the pad and setting it on your cot. “Next time though, you should draw one of us” he gulped, realizing what he just said. “You know, all of us” he said a little too quickly, causing you to raise an eyebrow. “Well well, mr kolchek, something you wanna tell me?” You teased, mocking him. You stood up, walking closer to him. The tension was growing thicker every second. “I-“ he was cut off by Joey coming into the room “guys, Merwin and Nick are gonna- woah. Am I interrupting something?” He said in shock, seeing you and Jason nearly chest-to-chest “nope, not at all, Cmon lieutenant” you hummed, following Joey out of your room. Jason just stood there, flustered and confused.

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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Jason seems like the kind of guy who's idea of a "perfect cushion/pillow" is to rest his head between his lover's thighs or on them. Not even in a sexual way, he just likes it.

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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

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( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 2 years

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Kinktober is here yall, with a lil delay I offer you this:

Day 1 - Outdoor sex

Pairing: Jason Kolchek x Reader

Word count: ~3k

Rating: M, it's kinktober kids, it's smut time

Warnings: dirty talk, drug use, sex pollen (kinda), fingering - f recieving, lovey-dovey Jason, he's 50% a real gentleman 50% a tease, uhhh idk what's more im kinda suck at listing warnings but it's 18+ so that should do da thing

No more talky, it's kinky-tober time. Enjoy💕

"Alright alright!" You scoffed at Jason with a half smile, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "You should really tell me what you are up to, Jase, otherwise I might think you're bringing me to the woods to drop me off." The seatbelt slightly pushed into your collarbone as you turned to the side, to see your boyfriend's expressions.

You and Jason agreed on an outdoorsy date as in today's program but the man has yet to reveal his destination with you, although you have been on the road for almost two hours now, long left the highway, and now dumping on the rocky paths of the nearest national park.

A cheeky smirk splayed out on his lips, but Jason did not look at you- his gaze always focused on the road ahead, eyes busy taking in the possible holes and bumps that he wished to avoid at all costs.

"You'll see soon sweetheart." He rasped slowly- a hand rising from the wheel, gently squeezing your knee as reassurance. "Besides, I would have already told ya, if you weren't so pushy with guessing. I told ya to let me handle this but you didn't listen, now you suffer the consequence baby." Huffing you leaned back onto your backseat, trying to at least enjoy the amazing scenery that mother nature gifted you, if your boyfriend won't gift you with his knowledge.

Soon you will see it anyway.

He stopped at a wide clearing on top of a lower cliff, surrounded by green trees and red poppy flowers. There was a small parking lot, marked with white and gray pebbles; Jason slowly drove onto it- rocks cracking and creaking under the tire.

"Arrigh' we're here." He announced finally, turning to you with a soft smile, eyes sparkling as you were the most precious item in the world.

Your stomach fluttered as you held Jason's gaze, heat crept up on your cheeks as his warm brown orbs captured you.

You could never get enough of Jason's tender looks, that no matter what he always turned to you with kindness and care.

It was a silent connection, the two of you shared. What he gave you, you always returned, treating the other only with respect and adoration, because this worked. It worked for Jason, as you always found his best qualities in him even if no one saw those, not even himself. You gave him strength and courage, that he indeed was worth more than he felt he did, that he was good at his things, and he deserved kindness and love.

And he gave you as much as he could from his heart, from his soul, as much as his walls let him. You were the best thing that happened to him and he treasured you dearly - reassuring you, having your back and being there when you needed him. Jason treasured you, and he wanted to make sure the two of you could bask in each other's love as much as it was possible with your hectic daily life.

"Just like in a romcom." You giggled, getting out of the front seat. "A cliff, flowers, a cozy picnic. You know how to sweep me off my feet, Kolchek."

Jason chuckled at your formality; a tiny part of him even liked it when you addressed him with his surname - like you are his superior.

"What can I say?" He shrugged, walking to the back of the car, already taking out the baskets and blanket for the meal. "This is what happens when you watch too many movies with your girlfriend."

Chuckling you stepped beside him, arms brushing against his tattooed ones, as you hooked your elbow below the basket.

"So you did pay attention." You teased, leaning up, so you could face him.

"I can't zoom out for the entirety of the movie." Jason rolled his eyes then shrugged, winking at you, as he took out one last basket from the car.

Circling you, he quickly slid one container onto his left arm, offering you his free hand.

"May I?" He asked theatrically, bowing slightly at you.

"It would be my pleasure." You played alongside, with a wide motion you took his hand, fingers lacing into one another. "Show me the way, Sir."

"At your service, Ma'am."

You giggled, and squeezed his hand, giving Jason's cheeks a quick peck. "Such a gentleman."

"And the date didn't even start yet."

The sun shone brightly, even at the late hours of the day, warming up the earth around you, along with your skin. The fresh breeze blew through the emerald canopies, leaves rustling above your head.

After the busy week, the two of you had it was refreshing to finally be able to catch up on the other's stories, how the days went, what gossip did you hear and what news could you discuss in peace. It went just like it would in a fairy tale until the sun finally set its last rays at you, coloring the sky with deep oranges, bright pinks and reds.

When it started to get dark Jason set down his plate, arms coming up above his head to stretch after sitting so long in one place.

"Sweetheart, how much do you trust me?" Cane the question unexpectedly from him.

You broke your gaze from the beautiful scenery in front of you, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I trust you with my life." You replied without hesitation. "Well…kinda with my life. I trust you very much Jase, why? What are you planning?" You furrowed with a lopsided smile, for which he chuckled and raised his hands to his chest.

"Me? Nothing! Why the suspicion eh? It was just a question, I plan absolutely nothing."

You hummed, narrowing your eyes.

"Of course, of course. But you can't lie to me honey. I can see through you." You giggled, cupping his cheeks for a soft kiss. "So, what do you plan?"

Jason leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours before he broke the closeness, and raised up from the blanket.

"Arright' , I'll show ya, but don't be mad."

"That depends on what you are showing me." You told him, shooting a cheeky grin at him.

Jason walked back to the car, only to return a few moments later with a small iron box.

Settling down beside you again he brought the metal container between your bodies and opened it with one flick of his thumb.

You gasped when your eyes took in the content of the box.

"Jase!" You whispered amused and slightly amazed, giving his arm a light smack.

Jason laughed, as he took out two rolls of joint from the box, a lighter appearing from his pocket.

"Just a little weed sweetheart, nothing heavy." He assured you by offering one, which you took with a scoff.

"I know, but we're in a public place! Cops can come and see it?" You reasoned, already rolling it between your fingers.

"As if they would come up here right now."

"Babe, you speak like a teenager right now." Jason shrugged, moving the paper up to his lips, but when you gave him a skeptical look he sighed.

"Okay, okay" He gave in, placing his share back into the box. "Then let's watch some stars like in the movies, you like so much."

He moved to take your piece from your hand, but you hesitated. Baffled, he called your name, not understanding your actions.

After a moment of silence, you tilted your head to the side, raising the last cig in front of his face.

"But…" You drawled, acting as you were considering things. "Maybe you're right. Sharing one wouldn't hurt anybody…. Cops could come later, you know."

A smug look appeared on Jason's face as he understood what you wanted.

"That's what I call romance." Bringing out the lighter again he offered you to light it.

"Oh just shut up." You chuckled, locking eyes with him as he lit the small package.

You eased your mind into a slow and cozy numbness as the two of you switched the cig back and forth. It wasn't heavy, it didn't feel strange, you thought he brought some lighter ones only to ease up from the stress. And it really worked; your mind fogging every worry and task you were thinking about a day long, strengthening only the warm feeling in your heart as you looked at the man in front of you.

Jason noticed your stare, as you lended him the slightly smoking cig again. Your hands brushed together and he took the opportunity to slide his hand up your arm to your neck, before sliding back and taking it from you.

Smiling, you leaned closer to him, watching carefully how his lip and hand moved.

"Hey." He rasped taking your wrist, pulling you into his form, until you climbed into his lap. Wrapping his free arm around your waist he pushed his forehead to yours, lips barely touching. Opening slightly your lips you waited, not even daring to breathe as you locked eyes with him.

He took a sip from the joint before his hand came to hold your cheeks, thumb and index finger moving down to your jaw to open it up further for him.

As you obeyed him, Jason slowly blew out the smoke, the mist connecting you two, before he seized your lips with his. Using his hands on your jaw he opened your mouth further, making it into an open mouthed kiss. You moaned when his tongue slid into your mouth, caressing and lapping.

You didn't even notice you straddled him, arms wrapped around his neck until you started bucking your hips into his own.

"Shit baby, you wanna ride me?" He rasped as he took another sip, sharing his breath with you. "You want me to fuck your pussy here, huh?"

A sharp ache rose in your core as you listened to him, grinding harder at his growing bulge.

"Yes Jase." You breathed seeking his lips again, teeth biting into his soft lower lip. Jason hummed as he repositioned you into his lap, pushing you further into his hardening cock.

"What?" He broke the kiss, bowing down to plant hot kisses over your neck, sucking on the side, over your pulse. "Didn't hear ya. What do ya want from me, baby?" He teased as he snuggled his nose into your hot skin.

"I want you to fuck me." You whined, impatient that your clothes were still on.

"What a restless lil' thing you are." Jason mouthed at your earlobe, slowly sucking it into his mouth, nibbling on it. Taking one last sip of the joint, he blew some at your nose as well, then throwing it into an empty glass he focused his attention fully on your form.

Warm and firm hands slid up to your hips, fingers squeezing and palming on your soft flesh as he guided you upwards until you were on your knees.

"Baby I can't take your clothes off here." He cooed as his hands traveled to your front, now cupping your breasts in his palm.

"Then..then don't." You managed to say as Jason found his way under your shirt, quickly unbuckling your bra, rolling your nipples between his thumb. "Just the jeans."

"The cold might bother you sweetheart…" He continued, stopping in his moves, face buried in your collarbone.

"Shit Kolchek" Cursing you grabbed his right hand and shoved it down to your navel, trying to unbutton your own pair of jeans. You felt the button let go, and you immediately pushed Jason's hands into your underwear. "Start fucking me before I lose my paitience." You demanded, under gritting teeth.

"Oh, really?" He chuckled, but his fingers hooked into your pants, grazing the line for a while. "How so?"

Grunting, you rocked your hips up into his touch, and with a pitiful snicker he finally glided down his fingers, brushing through your lips.

Your eyes fell shut and your head lolled to the side as Jason started to circle at your clit, his hot tongue coming parting your mouth, capturing your short pants.

"Gotta prep you for me, darlin'." He murmured into your lips; his stare burning into your eyes. Now the warm and calming glint of his eyes vanished, leaving darkened stares, filled with lust and hunger – ready to set you apart then put you back together at his will.

You opened your mouth, wanting to plead to hurry his moves up, because you wanted more, you wanted to feel more, to feel him inside you, his skin and sweat on your own, but before you could manage out any words; with a smug smile Jason pushed one finger into you, curling it at the right angle.

The breath stuck on your throat, your body reacted without a thought - back arching into his touch, you started rocking on his hand.

"Jase" A weak mewl escaped your lips, as your jaw opened up, head falling onto Jason's shoulder.

"That's it, sugar. Fuck my hand like the pretty little brat you are. So fuckin needy for my cock, aren't you?" He praised you with ragged breaths, his other hand grabbing a handful of hair on your nape, not hard enough to hurt you, but firmly holding you into his body. "Speak baby, I want to see that gorgeous mouth moving." Putting emphasis on his words, Jason slightly pushed your nape back, so you would look up at him.

"You can't be without me, fucking you silly, can you?" Jason gritted between his teeth, as he smiled down at you, studying your expressions.

"N- no I can't." You mumbled, barely comprehending the words you just said. "I need your dick inside of me baby, I need you to fuck me so much."

A chuckle left Jason, the vibration rumbled through your connected chest; he grazed his neck with the tip of his nose, slowly moving down to your shirt.

"Okay then." Was all he said when he suddenly added two more fingers, thumb rubbing quick circles at your clit, as you squeezed your thighs together - stingy flames arising in your core, your climax was slowly building up in you.

"I want you to soak my hand sweetheart. Fuck my finger until you're a big mess for me."

"Shit, Jason!" You gasped, suddenly grabbing his shirt at the shoulders, pushing him down. "I want to…hmmm want you to take care of me fully." You let go of the fabric only to bring your hands to your own shirt, shaking fingers pulling the hem up to your stomach, and over your chest. A shiver ran down your spine as the night's cool air hit your heated skin, a sudden twitch going through you, but the cold went away as soon as Jason nestled his head down, soft strings of brown hair tickling your chin while his breath tickled your skin. He drew out his tongue, testing - first flicking your hardened nipple a few times, his warm cheeks rested on your chest.

"Fuck yes. Just like that, Jase. Continue please, make me cum baby." Hands moved back to his neck, brushing through his hair as he sucked in one hardened bud, pinching the other between his thumb and index.

Flexing your already trembling muscles you rose from his lap, only to sink back after a moment, pushing his fingers further up in your cunt. You felt your core tightening, ready to snap the tension; and chasing it you quickened your peace, bouncing your hips up and down.

When you finally tipped over the edge, your walls fluttered around Jason's fingers, legs locking up around his hips as you choked out a broken moan of his name, over and over like a prayer.

"Goddamnit, you fucking drenching me babe. What a nice pussy you have, cumming for me so hard; imagine what will my dick do to you." Jason's amazed voice was muffled, you only heard your blood, pumping through your veins, in your ear as you came down from your high.

You mumbled out his name again in a semi-comprehensive way, head bobbing down the crown of his own, to brace you.

All the strength and energy left your body, you were sure if it weren't for your boyfriend's arm that sneaked around your back, you would probably fall backwards.

But he had you in a steady hold, kissing his way back up to your face, studying it with a fond smile.

"Shit baby you're so good. So damn good for me, cumming like this. What a nice job you did." He murmured into your skin as he slowly pulled out his hand from your pants. Hissing from the sudden emptiness and cold, you moved closer to his middle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

But Jason dodged your kiss, tilting his head to the side he turned away from you. You frowned at him, wanting to question the sudden denial of your silent compliment, but before you could say anything, you saw from the corner of your eye that he brought his hand to his mouth, pushing in his glistening fingers, sucking them clean with obscene sounds.

You made a small whine seeing it, Jason responded with a snicker, when he finished cleaning his digits.

"I leave no crumbs darlin'." He explained with a smirk. "Catch your breath sugar, I'll go get another blanket, cause soon I'll give you a second round." He promised as he gently put you down to your back.

Planting a soft kiss to your temple he stood up and with quick steps he walked back to the car.

Jason didn't want to waste much time, after all this date was all about the two of you.

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