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lorebite · 1 year

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𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 | 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem/afab reader. suggestive content (lots of dirty talk, begging, mild fingering (f receiving), a bit of handjob, finger sucking, a bit of hair pulling, cunnilingus, masturbation instructions, [unprotected] sex against the wall, creampie, slight breeding, switchy Jason). i might've watched too much attack on titan but reader is, like, super physically strong in this one. enemies to more. Jason is hella touch starved and needy but also a cocky mf. just two fellow enemies not being able to resist railing the shit out of each other; what else do you expect from me? 😜 big dick™ Jason. this is that "Salim + Nick scene" but reenacted with Jason in mind. probably the horniest piece i've written on this blog to this day.

summary: after the ambush, Jason finds himself stranded from his team in the hellish depths of the Sumerian temple. once he comes across a promising opening, an enemy soldier he hasn't run into before pulls him away before he walks himself right into certain doom. what will become of this unlikely due in the face of danger?

It was a disaster. The ambush had depleted more than half of Jason’s energy – to hell with everything else he went through since they fell. Alas, he had no time to waste; with a sealed off exit and a long unknown path ahead, he had no choice but to stand back up and find another way to his team.

This wasn’t the first time he was finding himself on his own, navigating the harrowing crevices of these ungodly caverns that echoed even his sharp uneven gasps of breath. The sound of debris crushing beneath his soles was far from comforting, only exacerbating the gnawing panic in the pit of his stomach which made him too alert to the blinding darkness that seemed to close in on him the farther along he went.

At last, the soft glow of an opening loomed in the distance that seemed much like the mouth of a tunnel. He began walking faster, gun held tightly and at the ready. However, as his boot skimmed past just the fringe of the precipice, he cowered back into the shadows. He almost walked himself right off the cliff of the ruins. Cold wash of realization prickled his face as he drew a wavering breath and stalked farther away; but then his back collided with… something.

Air locked in Jason’s throat, eyes blowing wide in panic. He went rigid for the briefest moment, eyeing the foreign hand that wound around his face to plaster over his mouth. The unknown arm pushed him further back into what he only thought to be a person’s chest. His heart hammered in his throat, his grip growing loose on his rifle at his side.

A gentle “shhh” was breathed against his ear. Goosebumps raced down the back of his neck as he futilely looked to the side in an attempt to catch the slightest sight of this soldier – or whoever it may have been – whose arms enveloped him.

“Don’t make a fucking noise,” whispered a low feminine voice Jason didn’t recognize and although he already expected it, still it managed to aggravate his growing dread. Another hand stretched out from behind him and pointed at something in the distance, drawing his attention to a sight that made him gasp into the palm pressed over his mouth. “They hunt by sound. If that thing hears you now, we’re both done for.”

A few feet away just below the cliff, there crouched one of those monsters he barely managed to escape only minutes ago. It hunched over the carcass of a soldier, emitting those nauseating clicks and sniffing curiously.

“I’m gonna let go now,” said the faceless voice behind him again, quiet and careful. “If you try anything stupid—”

But Jason didn’t even let the sentence finish. As soon as the hand loosened slightly on his face, he made a grab for the opposing soldier’s wrist. However, she seemed to have anticipated his decision, her hand curling immediately around his forearm instead.

It took him aback. A choked noise of surprise caught in his throat as he was harshly shoved into the jagged wall of the temple. He bit his lip to hold back the pained groan threatening to tear out of his throat. Two hands were wrapped around his neck now, squeezing the breath out of his lungs. His eyes grew round and frantic as they peered into the eyes of his attacker.

That face. How long has it been since the last time he was in the same proximity with a warm attractive body? His brow gave a twitch as he silently marveled at the way his own body betrayed him. His waist jerked involuntarily, his fingers winding around your wrists as you thrust your hips into his to stop his nervous movements, unaware of what that action alone did to him. You snarled at the man.

“What did I tell you?” You spat in a harsh whisper. “You have a death wish?”

All Jason could manage was a short strangled moan – a noise so pathetic that even he could swear it made your smirk deepen. You cocked your head, face cast in the shadows.

“Don’t look at me like that. If I didn’t know better, I’d actually believe you’re enjoying this.”

Oh, hell. He was enjoying this. The insistent pressure of your knee in between his legs was already making his vision swim. Fear. Panic. Lust. The few hours down in this hellhole seemed to be truly fucking with his head. There must’ve been something absolutely wrong with him or why would he groan so deliriously when you shifted your feet and pushed the curve of your knee deeper against his clothed hardening cock. What were you even trying to do to him?

“Nothing to say?” You scoffed and Jason nearly moaned at the caress of your hot breath over his lips. “Typical. Maybe you’re better at following orders. That’s what a good soldier does best after all.”

He made no words. He couldn’t. As the pressure of your hands increased on his throat, his mouth went slack and his eyes rolled back into his head. He wished you’d just put him out of his misery already. You were so close. If only you leaned in a little closer and shut his mouth with yours.

“Let’s find out. What do you think?”

And you were pulling away from him then. The cold distance was sobering and Jason found himself shivering as his mind finally registered the weight of his rifle in his hand. He almost leapt to aim the muzzle on your chest – nothing but a knee jerk movement; but he stopped himself before he ended up putting himself in a stickier predicament with you.

You suddenly looked more restless than he remembered just a few moments ago. All confidence gone and panic giving way to the previous complacent look on your face as you paced up and down the short length of the vicinity. A quick glance down your form told him that you weren’t armed. At least not with a gun. And that relieved his unease, that sour stewing emotion growing into a firm sense of superiority in his chest.

He raised his rifle, just barely, to establish some level of boundary that had been missing since he ran into you, eyes glimmering with confidence once again.

Your eyes shifted skyward almost as if you meant to roll them but decided otherwise, taking a step back with your palms held up in front of you, though not in a show of surrender; rather, with an irritated flair as your lips twisted into an ugly line.

“Just when I thought we were getting along—”

Sarcasm seeped through your sneer, turning then into a faint smirk as Jason stomped a step in your space, his gun now zeroing on in your neck. That barely there upturn of your lips unnerved him – some hint of smugness, some tinge of sharpness. As if you knew something he didn’t and it made the blood rage hot in his veins. His face crumpled with a scowl.

“Don’t get fucking smart with me. Turn around. And put your hands where I can see them.”

He motioned rudely with his gun and you obeyed, sighing exasperatedly as you faced the open balmy air that led down the precipice. The monster yet remained perched on the ground and absorbed in the corpse, ever oblivious to your presence despite the little situation you had only minutes prior. The sight was unsettling enough that made your impatience grow and you speak up as the man loitered silently – assuming with hesitation – behind you.

“Are you planning to stand around and wait for something to happen?”

He scoffed, accent thick with panic as he spat his next words. “I’m thinking.”

“And what do you have so far?”

“I’ll come up with something if you shut the fuck up!”

You rolled your eyes this time, lolling your neck along with it as you resisted the dire urge to groan loudly in disdain. You turned a glance over your shoulder.

“How about you listen to me instead.”

It was much less a question and more a curt demand. Jason opened his mouth to object and quickly jerked his gun higher, alarmed, as he watched you calmly brandish a combat knife from your belt.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?”

You ignored him, stalking closer to the edge of the cliff and still safe within the shadows behind the uneven wall. Truth of the matter was, Jason could fuss all he wanted but unless he wished to risk drawing the monster’s attention to both of you, he needed to keep at least some of his problems to himself. And you knew that very well.

He followed you, more so out of detested obligation and his covert fear of being left to his devices again; however, it was only his frustration that surfaced to his mouth when he slapped the back of his hand to your shoulder and hissed under your ear.

“You outta your damn mind?”

“You’ll have to excuse me. I don’t listen to loudmouthed idiots.” You mumbled apathetically as your eyes searched the vicinity, not even once turning to look at the man who might as well be frothing at the mouth from sheer anger. “Does that answer your question?”

Now you looked at him – now that Jason was red in the face and clenching his teeth as he, quite literally, ripped you a new one with his eyes. Only if looks could kill…

“You got some fucking balls. Know who you even talking to?”

You cocked your head with a small frown, eyes taking in his flushed dirty face, his flaring nostrils and his pursed lips. “What’s your name?”

Jason blanched, eyelids flickering and voice silent, as if assuming he heard you wrong. But your gentle face staring at him, waiting patiently for his response proved him otherwise.

“I’m (Y/N).” You said softly, offering a handshake.

“I ain’t here to make friends.”

You shrugged, looking away from him and ahead as you withdrew your rejected hand. “Well, I just assumed you wanted me to know who I’m talking to.”

Jason scoffed. Again. You gave him a look from the corner of your eyes, shaking your head slowly as a dejected smirk crossed your lips. He puffed out his chest, moving in closer to you as if you had just challenged him, chin lifted and eyes narrowed.

“Something funny?”

His tone was far from friendly. Testing, rather. But you stayed put, pinning him with that same scrutinizing look from beneath your lashes. He didn’t shrink back. He held your gaze with such defiance it was admirably stupid.

“Listen, when all hell breaks loose, I will be the least of your worries. So, the sooner you realize that, the better for both of us here.” You paused for the briefest moment, turning your face enough to leer at the man, voice dropping low and melodious. “As much as I enjoy watching you pop a vessel.”

You snickered to yourself, satisfied at the look of incredulity that struck his features.

“When shit hits the fan,” he started slowly, voice deep and rich with venom. “The only thing you gotta worry about is my damn gun far up your ass. So, don’t even think about crossing me.”

“I think you need to calm down a little.”

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!”

“Then shut the fuck up and focus!”

That finally silenced him. He eyed your fingers which pointed your knife at him, the sharp tip barely even grazing his shirt. Somewhere in his mind, he felt justified to slap your hand away and throw you back against the wall behind you, your offending wrist held tightly in his grip by your head. And he did just that.

You cursed and squirmed, eyes burning with a fierce look as you scowled at the idiotic solider who pushed his weight against you with a grunt, his face, damp with sweat, hovering a hair breadth away from yours.

“Fucking hell—”

“Don’t like to smell your own shit now, do ya?”

He sounded unbelievably smug for the predicament you were both in – mere inches apart with an insatiable monster prowling just a few feet away. His smirk widened when you began to squirm again and he slammed your wrist once against the wall, loosening your grip until the knife slipped from your fingers to the ground.

“You motherfucker!”

“Shh shh shh! Let’s not try to alert the beast now. We’re having fun.”

“Like hell we are—”

You raised your free hand to go for a punch to the throat before he caught you firmly in his fist, pushing your arm to join the other up against the rough texture of the wall that scraped mercilessly at your skin. His fingers, almost as if without realizing, wove within yours as his eyes peered down at you and time suddenly slowed.

The strong knot of tension eased into a tingling air of titillation between you as you held his softened gaze, your own eyes flickering curiously up and down between the suggestive look in his dilated pupils and his parted, much too tempting, pink lips that beckoned you like a siren’s call. What the fuck was going on with you – why weren’t you fighting back anymore?

His warm body was pressed tightly against yours like burning coal, his erratic breaths on your face doing so little to soothe the mounting spiral of arousal within you. You felt your core grip at air as he eyed your mouth with his own lips fluttering slowly, silently contemplating whether to take that leap.

You took the initiative, driven by your impatience and growing need. He gasped into the kiss but it took him no more than an instance to reciprocate eagerly, his fingers tightening their hold as his hips moved restlessly against yours. He groaned, teeth hooking on your lip and coaxing an abrupt moan from the back of your throat.

“Shhhh,” he giggled, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Careful now, sweetheart. We ain’t in the clear, yet—” his mouth drifted from yours and down the length of your neck, leaving kisses and bites along the skin until he was at the hem of your collar. “As much as I love to hear you moan – mmm, fuck! You sound so fucking pretty though.”

It was impossible to not feel his firm bulge that pushed insistently into your thigh while he continued to grind against you. His hot breaths fleeted over your ear as he panted into your skin, a low growl riding along the breathlessness that escaped his lips.

“Fuck, I wanna hear you say my name – please, baby. Please, will you say it for me?” You were stunned at the plea and the stark desperation it clung to. “Say I’m your Jason. Tell me I’m yours. Even if it’s for a couple fucking minutes. Say you want me so fucking bad. Pleasepleaseplease.”

He whined his request in your ear. Over and over and over. Until your knees nearly gave from underneath you as his lips continued to leave a warm trail of kisses on every inch of bare skin they could find. You were breathless and unable to respond for a good few seconds until your lips opened to the litany of praises and filthy promises.

“Fuck… Jason… you’re mine… all fucking mine…”

Jason couldn’t hold the moans rolling off his lips at every instance you spoke his name. Soon, his grip loosened on your hands only for it to slide down your body and hook under your thighs, your own hands fidgeting with the buckles of his vest.

“Take these off.” You growled through teeth as your fingers proved useless to pry the man of his clothes. “Now.”

He drew his hands to himself only to quickly rid himself of the thick layers that filled needless space between you, leaving himself in only his blue t-shirt and his unbuttoned fatigue pants that were slowly sliding down his waist. His hands were back upon you to search your silhouette under his rough fingertips.

He looked much smaller now – less intimidating than when he had all that equipment crowding his frame. The status of danger having now turned into something entirely foreign; just another factor to play into the hands of that white hot desire churning deep inside you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Go right ahead and touch me. See how fucking hard you make me,” Jason took hold of one of your hands and pushed it gently against his bulge. Your warm fingers slowly closed around him and squeezed carefully. He let his head back to moan. “Fuck—yes. That’s it, baby. Keep going like that.”

“Keep it down, Jason.” You hissed.

“I can’t. I really—I fucking can’t.”

You clicked your tongue disapprovingly, raising a hand to his wet panting lips. “Open up.” And he did, accepting your fingers onto his tongue. He moaned through the mouthful, muffled yet still loud. You tutted again. “God, you’re so fucking pathetic.”

Jason sputtered and whined when you slipped your other hand into his boxers and cupped him firmly, sharp bursts of breath flitting through his lips as his palms braced by the sides of your head on the wall to support his trembling legs.

“Oh—fuck,” he mumbled around your fingers, a thick thread of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. His tongue continued to suck on your skin, noisily slurping and lapping up his own saliva that was slowly running down the side of your hand. “Fuck—feels good—it feels—”

“Feels nice, sweetheart, doesn’t it?” You finished for him and he moaned his agreement, albeit much too incoherently to sound like proper syllables but his sweet little whimper that was stifled on your digits was enough answer. “Sure, it does. Look at you. So needy just from my hand.”

Your playful taunts only stirred more noises from him. He began rutting his hips into your hand, making his throbbing cock slip clumsily through your fingers. You shushed him softly as his whimpers grew constant and more high pitched.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” You cooed and he nodded fervently, his eyes sweetly round and glistening. “Of course, it is. You’re already leaking through my fucking fingers.”

He began to go on a tangent of garbled words and desperate moans, trying to speak but failing to convey anything; his rationale so far deep beneath the heavy heap of lust that his thoughts hardly strung together. But the urgency in his voice was clear.

“What is it, sweetie? Use your big boy words. You can tell me what you want.”

“I wanna cum—”

“What was that?” A feigned frown of confusion pulled at your brows as you neared your ear to his lips as if to hear better. “I didn’t quite catch that.” He whined petulantly and you shushed him again. “Come on. You can do it.”

“I wanna—I wanna cum inside you. So fucking bad. Please—Can I?”

You hummed, as if deep in thought and pondering the decision before you offered him a cheeky grin.

“Are you gonna be good?”

“Mhm, yeah—” He nodded, shifting impatiently against you. “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”

You smirked and cocked your head. So adorably pathetic. All reason gone and replaced by that one simple objective fogging his brain.

Slowly withdrawing both of your hands from him, Jason let out a shaky sigh, rigid shoulders growing visibly relaxed as his eyes found yours, his gaze more clear and focused now. His fingers made quick to unbutton your pants, his lips returning to yours with their feverish kisses.

Once your pants slipped down your legs, he slid a middle finger along the crotch of your panties, his fingertip finding your clit through the fabric, rubbing firm tight circles over the swollen bud. You gasped, hands flying to brace against his strong shoulders as your weight grew light on your feet.

Jason pried past the slip of barrier and with small inches into your soaked folds. A choked moan rolled from his lips as your slick gathered on his skin, two thick fingers pushing with ease inside you. You plastered a hand over your mouth as a sudden moan erupted in your throat, head lolling back against the wall.

“Fuck—so wet already? Your pussy practically sucked up my fucking fingers.” He began pumping his fingers. Slow and careful. The empty tunnel echoed the obscene wet noises of your cunt. The crooked grin that grew on Jason’s face made blood rush to your ears. “Hear that? Who’s the needy pathetic one now, hmm?”

“Shut up.”

He cooed mockingly at you, lips puckering into a moue of pity. “That all you got for me? You can do better, sweetheart. Hurt me like I know you damn well want to.”

You snarled, eyes narrowed and brows drawn deep. Your hand was reaching for the back of his head then, the movement so hurried it flicked his hat off of his head. Your fingers buried tight into his soft hair. He hissed, the pressure of your grip jerking his head back and revealing the swell of his throat. He met your gaze with a scowl of his own.

“Shit—you li—shit!”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. Pulling the man closer by the hair, your lips began a descension of kisses down the span of his neck. The movement of his hand stuttered inside you the longer you went on, gasps of moans coaxing through his parted lips. A string of curses tipped off his tongue as your teeth scraped harshly across his neck, digging in and abusing the skin with every bite. You were adamant to leave your mark on him.

You only leaned away when you were wholly satisfied and could see the growing bruise that blossomed across Jason’s skin where your mouth had been. The smirk on your lips quickly parted for a moan when he resumed the movement of his fingers inside you. You covered your mouth as moan after moan bubbled up your throat. It was his turn now to leer complacently at you.

“Why go all tough on me when you’re just gonna give up that easy? It’s so fucking cute that you even try.” He buried his nose under your ear, a hand wrapping gently around your throat as he sucked your earlobe between his lips. “Wanna know what I’m gonna do to you? I’m gonna stretch you open with my big fucking cock. I’m gonna fill you up till your pretty little pussy’s dripping with my cum.”

You swallowed. Hard. A delicious shiver ran down your spine as Jason kissed your jaw and breathed a taunting chuckle into your skin. Your fingers coiled tighter in his hair and a faint growl vibrated under your ear, rousing a sharp gasp from you.

“Are you gonna just keep running your mouth like that?”

He didn’t respond. Not immediately. He guided you carefully out of your pants, kicking the heap of fabric aside with one foot before removing your panties next. He lowered to his knees, his palms cradling your hips as he peered up at you.

“You got a better use for my mouth?”

You blinked, lips fluttering wordlessly at the sight of this man knelt at the ready for you before you mustered up a proper response.

“I do now.”

A knowing smile crossed his lips as he leaned in with a sensuous kiss to your clit before sucking it loudly into his mouth. He moaned, low and delirious, his fingers digging into your skin and eyes fluttering shut. As if you had just satisfied a seething hunger deep within him and he needed a moment to savor the flavor before it disappeared.

His mouth then molded hot against you – fast and eager. His tongue fluttered along your swollen lips, lapping up your slick and gliding over your clit. Over and over. A steady rhythm that only picked up in pace.

Your fingers, once again, sunk in his hair and grabbed a fistful. He groaned between laps of his tongue as you pulled tightly at the roots, the deep sound resonating deep within your core. You struggled to rein in your moans, pushing another hand to your mouth to smother the noises that escaped much too freely, your will worsened by Jason’s breathless demands.

“Shit, baby. Fuck yourself on my tongue. You wanna use me, don’t you? Be a good girl and grind on my fucking face.”

You moaned louder through your fingers as your orgasm rose high like a rogue wave, only instances from crashing over you and swallowing you whole. You squirmed against Jason’s mouth, meeting his tongue with your cunt as he panted and downed you hungrily, pushing you closer and closer to falling through the tidal walls of your climax.

Jason whispered dirty praises into your pussy as your stifled moans rose in pitch, your breaths growing much more quick and stuttered – until you cried into your palm with the first pulses of your orgasm rippling through you like wildfire.

Your fingers flexed in his hair, your other hand pressing deeper to your mouth. The dark of the cavern turning even duller before your dazed vision as your mind only focused on the now intermittent aftershocks of your climax quivering inside you.

You let your hand fall from your face moments later. Once your thoughts slowed to an easy pace and the trembling of your body grew calm, you looked down at Jason who was now staggering soft kisses to your thighs; up – on your stomach then higher and higher – until he was in between your breasts, smearing your arousal all over your skin before his lips finally collided with yours.

His small content moan slipped into the kiss as he held your face in his long fingers, offering you kisses sweet and desperate until his gasps turned into rough groans; his leaking bulge pressing persistently into your thigh as he bucked his hips with pleading urgency to be satiated.

He hardly managed to pry himself away to speak his question, stealing kiss after heated kiss and muddying his words as he muttered against your lips with eyes shut.

“Could I—should we—can I please fuck you? I need to feel you ‘round my cock. So so fucking bad, baby. I need to feel this gorgeous pussy stretch out for me.”

“I—fuck, Jason. Just—dammit—just do it, you needy fuck.”

Jason stopped all movement. He leaned back far enough to take in your face; sweat beaded at your brow, hair disheveled and dampened against your forehead, lips parted and panting. You were truly a sight. He raised a stern brow at you despite the grin fighting to take over his face, one of his hands slowly tugging his boxers down.

“You keep giving me that attitude and see what I’ll do to you.”

You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to throw back a gibe at him before the words withered into a shrill gasp. That was when he hoisted you on his hips with a small grunt, his large palms curling firmly into your skin. Instinctively, you hooked your legs around his waist moments before he thrusted you back against the wall and stole the air from your lungs.

Jason pressed his mouth to your ear, already pushing his hips up to yours to tease your soppy cunt with the head of his cock, giving you just the slightest taste of what was to come.

“I’ll fuck you sore, sweetheart. Don’t fucking try me.”

You clicked your tongue, noticing how Jason went stiff against you at the small sound, anticipating whatever clever remark that was going to roll off your tongue next.

“You’re all talk, Jason. All bark and no fucking bite.”

He scoffed under your ear, offering you only a false lull, leaving you waiting for his reaction with burning thrill building up deep in the pit of your stomach, as if he was planning his next move in that moment of silence that you spent trying not to squirm in his arms.

Jason lifted you silently before sitting you back down, the swollen tip of his cock prodding into your slit. Your walls clenched instinctively around him as his thick length tried to plunge deeper into you. You whimpered. God, he was so big.

“Mmm—so fucking tight—” he cut himself off with a loud gasp as you squeezed him again. “Sto—stop it. I’m gonna fucking cum already if you keep doing that.”

But you couldn’t help it. Your cunt burned and stretched, making much needed room for Jason’s size. He barely moved. And when he did, a loud moan would stop him again. You could feel him throbbing, his cock hardly even half way inside you, yet.

“Shit. Don’t think I can make it, baby—please. Just—just try to relax a bit. You’re fucking killing me.” A defeated groan escaped him. “Fuck it. Come here.”

He tugged you forward, his lips finding your neck and restarting the trail of warm kisses along your skin. His mouth teased your earlobe, his heated breaths fanning across the shell of your ear and waking goosebumps down your back.

“Touch yourself.” A vague noise of confusion caught in your throat. His kisses didn’t once let up when he spoke again. “Go ahead now.”

You slipped a tentative hand between the crammed space between your bodies until your fingers found your clit, sensitive to the touch now. You grimaced but, nevertheless, let your fingers press firmly down on yourself. Jason began whispering hoarsely against your ear.

“Start making circles ‘round that clit for me. Nice and slow. That’s it. Just like that. Good girl. Take it easy now. Don’t make yourself cum, yet.”

Your throat gripped with short piercing whines as the dull ache in your core waned into pulsating pleasure and you had to resist picking up the speed on yourself as Jason continued to guide you patiently.

You were slowly loosening up. You could feel yourself slowly sinking farther down on Jason’s cock the longer you touched yourself. He carefully tried again, sliding his cock deeper into you only to be faced with much little resistance this time.

Jason pressed his mouth to your neck to smother his moans as he began moving at a steady pace, bucking his hips up to yours and heaving a small grunt each time you glided back down on his shaft. You felt delightfully full, your walls perfectly framing his cock, easing more and more into taking more of him inside you.

He could hardly manage a word through the heavy pants that left his mouth, the praises on his tongue broken by each thrust and gasp of breath. Yet, he remained generous with them, not once neglecting to remind you how good you were doing.

“Good fucking girl—taking my cock so well. Yeah, keep—touching yourself like that.”

And you only listened and followed, bouncing up and down in Jason’s arms as he fucked himself senseless into you and your next orgasm loomed over you. A muttered succession of curses rushed through his teeth as he felt your walls tightening around him again.

“You close?” He croaked. You nodded, a soft moan punctuating your response. His voice swooped high and staggered with gasps, turning into a quivering whimper as he spoke his next words, “I can feel you fucking throbbing. Shit.”

Soon, Jason’s breaths have grown loud and erratic, his chest heaving unevenly against yours as his own orgasm approached rapidly. His pace was relentless now, his arms holding you tightly against the wall for leverage.

His moans slowly tapered into an accension of melodious whines in your ear as he finally came apart inside you, brimming you whole with his thick cum. His filling warmth was enough to propel you over with him; and you buried your face in his neck as the crushing wave of your next orgasm took hold of your body in shuddering pulses.

His pace gradually slowed, his damp forehead pressed tenderly against yours as he drank in generous gulps of air. His body trembled, breaths ragged yet finally returning to an even pace when he finally set you back down on your feet, wincing with a hiss as he freed his cock from your pussy that still gripped tightly onto him.

You could feel yourself gush with his cum when he, at last, released from you, the warm trail rushing down your thighs. Jason eyed the pale stream and swallowed, pupils visibly blowing wider again as his lip rolled back between his teeth, his cock already reacting to the sight. But he shook his head and smiled softly at you, raising his chin to look at you with a newfound admiration in his eyes.

“That was crazy…” you muttered, voice roiled with a breathy chuckle, already reaching for your pants on the ground. “Good crazy?” You heard him ask as you began to dress and you offered a simple but jovial “mhm-hmm”, peeking over your shoulder to smile at him.

You craned your neck to peer over the slope of the precipice at where the vampire once was only to find the corpse to be now on its own.

“Looks like it got bored and left.” You remarked, finishing fastening your vest.

Jason stepped up beside you, now fully clothed and his arms cradling his rifle once again, and followed the path of your gaze down the opening of the cave. You heard him hum dryly and when you turned to look at him, a pursed smile was on his flushed lips.

“Let’s hope it stays that way. Come on. Let’s move.” he said curtly, his tone loud and demanding as if he was speaking to his subordinate soldier; already walking ahead of you to the edge of the cliff. He paused momentarily to turn his shoulder and address you again. “Stay close. You got a weapon—besides that knife right there?” He waved a hand at the glinting blade that flipped absentmindedly between your fingers.

Your silence was all the answer he needed to reach for his holster and brandish his pistol, twirling it on a finger before handing it to you handle first. A courteous smile adorned his lips as you took the gun and cocked it, taking the cue to lead the way out of the tunnel.

You followed close behind, cautioned eyes watching for movements in the shadows until you made it into an opening – a vast room of debris. Up ahead in the darkness of yet another cavern came rushing two orbs of pale light and a set of hurried footsteps. Jason quickly turned to you to say something but it was already too late for any assurances.

You cowered back a few steps, gun clutched tightly as two American soldiers hastened into the dull light of the vicinity; one of them – you assumed to be the leader – immediately demanded for you to drop your weapon but you held your ground with a scowl.

Jason stood between you and his comrades, arms raised and shielding you from their assaulting barrels. As if he could protect you from the bullets once they came soaring at you.

“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. She’s with me.” He tried to pacify the tension but to no avail.

The fair-haired man didn’t yield, only lifting his head slightly to address Jason with a curt tone. “With all due respect, Lieutenant, we can’t let an enemy soldier walk freely when we have bigger issues at hand. Tell her to drop her gun or I’ll shoot.”

Jason looked back at you, utterly defeated. His wide eyes glowed dully, mouth hanging agape with unspoken words. He then heaved a sigh, shaking his head as a dirty look crossed his face.

“Fucking shit—fine! I’ll take care of her.”

“What—”

His glared turned to you and you swallowed back your complaint, your fingers growing loose on the pistol. He accepted the coil of rope from the other soldier before walking closer to you, another hand stretching out and beckoning the gun in your hands with a twist of his fingers.

Perplexed and frustrated, you dropped the weapon on the man’s palm and watched it slide back inside his holster. He circled you, taking your arm and pressing it close to the other before wrapping the rope around your wrists.

Panic simmered deep in your chest even though your face showed otherwise. You gritted your teeth, fingers flexing into fists against your back.

Jason’s fingers brushed past your shoulder blade. You would assume it was merely accidental until you noticed the lingering warmth of his skin over your shirt. As the two other Americans turned to walk away, Jason leaned into your neck, his whisper against your ear raising goosebumps along your back once again.

“I won’t let ‘em lay a finger on you. You’re my responsibility.”

You released a long sigh. “How romantic of you.”

“Can’t help it,” you could hear the grin in his voice – and his warm breath on your neck before his lips pressed a slow kiss to your skin. “I’m a damn good lover.”

⛓️❤️‍🔥 Taglist!

@kassiekolchek22 @yellowroses-world @house-of-kolchek @yeslieutenant @katsufairies @ptichkayago @gaypanic1 @wadiyatalkinabeetmate.

#jason kolchek x reader #jason kolchek x you #jason kolchek x y/n #house of ashes jason #jason kolchek

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kassiekole22 · 1 year

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Tender Touch

Picture lightly edited by me.

Description: You wake up in the middle of the night to find Jason sleeping peacefully on your chest. So you take the opportunity to study the features of your boyfriend...

Warnings: Fluff, Fluff, And Oh, Yeah! More Fluff!

Word Count: 516

A/N: This is fully based off of this sweet picture drawn by @mornandil. 💖

MasterList: 🖤

Jason's Angels: @lorebite, @yellowroses-world, @house-of-kolchek, @yeslieutenant, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, and @mornandil. (If anybody else wants to be added to the list, let me know in the comments. 🖤)

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I was woken up out of a dead sleep to the sudden feeling of something grabbing at my chest. Slightly startled, I jumped a little due to the sudden contact and my eyes shot down, only for them to soften when my gaze met Jason's hand on my chest, slid right under my shirt, skin on skin. My lips turned up into a small smile as I studied his sharp features and watched his eyelids flicker as he continued to dream while squeezing my left breast gently. I brought my hand up to run my fingers through his dark messy locks, feeling instantly relaxed due to the soft strands running through my digits.

Jason laid over my body like a shield, protecting me from any harm that could come our way throughout the night. I felt his heart beating ever so softly against my body, reminding me that it was all real and not a dream. His warmth embraced me like a warm blanket protecting me from the night's chill, helping me feel even more relaxed and safer than I ever did without it. I counted the freckles that peppered over his pale face, adoring each and every one of them. His loose grip tightened on my breast, only by a little bit, moving his face closer to it in his sleep to nuzzle and cuddle it as if he was a child cuddling his favorite stuffed animal.

I couldn't help but giggle, accidentally waking the man up from his peaceful slumber. His tired, dark chocolate eyes peered up at me as he flashed me an overly dopey smile, making his cute dimples deeper than ever. Though his smile dropped into an embarrassed frown as his face turned red merely seconds later when he glanced down and noticed where his hand had been.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Darlin'." He apologized in a slightly scratchy and tired voice. I smiled down at him as I shook my head.

"Don't be. It was nice." I assured him as I ran my fingers through his hair again. His smile returned as he reached up and pressed his lips to mine tenderly and I returned the sweet kiss before letting him part away from me seconds later to gaze into my eyes again.

"I like sleeping like this. You know why?" He asked as a little twinkle grew in his dark orbs, as if he was looking at something he treasured dearly.

"Why?" I titled my head to the side, interested about the reason.

"Because I can feel your heartbeat as I sleep." His warm smile broadened and I felt my heart melt due to his sweet words as happy tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

"I love you, kitten." I murmured as I caressed his face, feeling so damn grateful that I had a man like him in my life.

"I love you too, Sweetheart." He murmured back before planting one final kiss to my lips before resting his head on my chest again, along with his hand on my breast, right over my heart, exactly where he belonged.

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#dark pictures anthology #dark pictures house of ashes #house of ashes #HOA #jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader #jason kolchek x you #KassieJalimFanFics

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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.

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 hoa #hoa #house of ashes #the house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology: house of ashes #jason kolchek #jason kolchek x you #jason kolchek x reader #my writing #i figured my least favorite thing to do it to add the warnings for such things cause idk whats happening in the fic i just push the letters #if anyone want to add more tags cause there's more lplease let me know and i'll add them :3

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Hey! I hope you are great!!

Could you do some headcannons about jason from house of ashes? Like he would be in a relationship, maybe in another expedition or in the game with his s/o?

Hi dear! Thank you so much for the request, I'm so sorry for the delay. Enjoy the headcanons 💕

Pairing: Jason Kolchek x Reader (Gender Neutral) [The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes]

Warnings: Military missions, Guns and Violence, Mentions of injuries and blood, Swearing

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comfort

As much as he denies it, Lieutenant Kolchek is most definitely a mother hen

He's a very caring and worrying person who dotes on just about everyone on his team

You are an exception though

Because with you, that doting is amplified, multiplied by a million

And rightfully so, you can't expect anything less from a person who's so completely in love with you, so head over heels for you that the only thing he sees is you

But that can lead to more than a few playful eyerolls from you when taken into consideration the fact that you're the part of the same Marine squad, meaning you take on expeditions and missions together

Missions during which he's so worried about you, he might even get himself killed on accident

You never shy away from reminding him that you have the same exact training and skill set and that he needn't worry about you

He knows that

He knows that he doesn't need to grow a boulder in the pit of his stomach every time you're out of his sight, he knows you can hold your own better than well

But he can't freaking help it

Oh and God forbid you ever sustain an injury

You'd downplay the hell out of it while he'd lose his goddamn mind, creating a caricature of a sight for the rest of the team

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch."

"Are you crazy? You could die!"

When the tables flip, the roles reverse so you can't blame him for acting the way he does when you're the exact same way if you see as much as a drop of blood on his uniform

Basically, every mission you give the whole team a small comedy show amidst the mess of a mission you've landed yourselves in, earning you and Jason more than a few jokes and teases

The most frequent one being: "You two are married couple without the papers."

It's true

An official marriage would be nothing more than a formality at this point

A couple of signed papers will make no difference

What does matter is all the times you've caught each other's affectionate gazes from across the room or the mission ground; all the times when you'd come to following a nasty injury, asking for the other before you could give a damn about your own state; all the times your heart's sunken at the sight of the other hurt and all the times your heart would start racing when you get reunited after a separation during the expedition

That's what matters - experiencing the truest form of love

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emilykolchivans · 2 years

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"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞.." (nsfw?)

— AU : something spicy with lieutenant kolchek 🥵 (honestly i don't know what to write here.. so let's just enjoy this vid :,))

taglist / dedicated to : @kassiekolchek22 @yeslieutenant <3

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~ the coloring/filter is much darker than I expected so some scenes are really dark (sorry if you can't really see them)

~ I hope you liked this kind of edit, this one is much longer & more edited than the other ones :))

#jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader #video editor #video edits #alternate universe #house of ashes #house of ashes edits #hoa #jason kolchek x you

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blushinghrt · 2 years

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jason kolchek and sleeping hcs

okay I have a lot of hcs for this topic so rapid-fire time. he sleeps on his stomach. he sleeps with socks. he's usually big spoon but loves being little spoon (he won't admit it tho). when your not there, he has to sleep with a full-sized pillow and literally hug it all night. he likes to fall asleep with a tv on but if he wakes up in the night he'll turn it off. he sleeps like the dead, like he is so silent when he sleeps. but he is actually a light sleeper, he is so hypervigilant that he hears anything and wakes up. he talks (more like mumbles) in his sleep sometimes. he buries his face in your neck. he wakes you up with kisses and running his hands through your hair. when sleeping, he wraps his arms around your waist and hips. he used to not be a cuddler when he sleeps, but now (with you) he is always next to you. he sleeps in the cold. I picture him either having tons of windows in his room in a rural beachy area OR living high up with a balcony, but he loves to sleep with the night cool and breeze so those are open. he sleeps in the dark (LIKE PITCH BLACK dark). he doesn't like to read at night because he would have to keep the lights on and music doesn't calm him down, so to fall asleep he talks to you. he loves watching you as he falls asleep, observing every detail of his beloved as he drifts off to sleep. when you're not there he thinks about you. he loves to be babied by you, sometimes you hum him to sleep. anyways lmk what you think! - celeste <3

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ally-writes-many-things · 2 years

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You’re a father (J. Kolchek) Part 3

Summary: You're were secretly pregnant when you were swallowed into an underground world's that was full of danger.

Words: 1.6k ish

Prompts:

Requested:

Warnings or A/N: There is an part in this that I absolutely love. Let me know what you think it is lmao. Also it's my birthday today!!

Tags: @shinydixon @yellowroseskolchek @house-of-kolchek @meadows-of-light

“Monsters,”

You all three turned and looked at Nick who looked like he was on the verge of losing it.

“Monsters?” Eric walked a little closer to Nick but stopped like a foot away from him.

“Come on. You’re jumping at shadows!”

“Sir,” Jason started as he walked closer to Eric. “With all due respect.”

“Lieutenant! We’re trapped down here with an enemy Iraqi, maybe more. Whatever you think you’re seen- it’s bullshit,”

If you were still sobbing, the way Eric just talked to Jason would’ve made you instantly stop with how much anger you had for him. You forced a laugh out. “Just because you’re the commanding officer does-”

Jason quickly ran over to you and covered your mouth to stop you from talking. He looked you straight in the eyes and lowered his voice to where only you could hear him. “I appreciate you standing up for me but I need to behave before you get yourself in trouble,”

You chuckled as he uncovered your mouth.. “Yeah, that’s gonna be kinda tough since you know my hormones are heightened and I can’t control it very well,”

Jason narrowed his eyes on you. “Please try,”

“No promises,”

“Is this how you’re gonna act this entire pregnancy?”

“What are you talking about? I’m always this stubborn,”

Jason smiled before he kissed you. “As a mule,”

“These statues,”

Jason walked away from you and to Nick. “NICK! Take a mental picture and snap the fuck out of it!”

“What is this place anyways?”

“It’s not the silo, that’s for sure. This mission is a bust,”

“I can fix this, the satellite. I’ll go over the data to improve the algorithm.They’re clearly teething problems,”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You don’t say,”

Jason gave you a look and you just smiled at him. “Understood, sir,”

On one hand, Jason was calm and collected even though you knew he was beyond pissed for many reasons. On the other hand, Nick wasn’t calm and collected and he wasn’t afraid to show it. If anyone should get chewed out it was Nick. “You got us into this mess, you better get us out,”

Eric’s face showed that he didn’t like the tone Nick had. “Do you wanna repeat that?”

Eric walked over to Nick and tried to square up with him but Nick didn’t answer. “That’s what I thought,”

The obvious winner in a fight between Eric and Nick would be Nick. Eric would definitely get whooped by Jason if they got into it. Eric is just a pretty boy who thinks he’s tough shit because of his rank but in reality there’s nothing special about him. Despite supposedly being a so-called genius, his satellite is the source of your downfall.

All of a sudden, the light completely went out. Jason started walking down the room. “Keep an eye on Merwin. We’ll check it out. Yn-”

“I’m coming with you,”

“Of course, you are. I’m not trusting you with anyone other than myself and Nick,”

You three started walking into the conjoining room to find the generator. You kept close to Jason as you walked down the stairs. “So this is Saddam’s chemical weapons silo, huh? Run for the fucking hills. We’re all doomed!”

“So much for Eric’s ‘pioneering thermal satellite system’. Eric is gonna have some pretty tough questions to answer,”

“I wouldn’t like to be in those shoes,”

You playfully hit Jason in the shoulder. “You told me to behave so I’m telling you. Behave,”

Jason laughed. “I told you to behave in front of him. You have free range when you’re not in front of him,”

“Oh well…hey there’s the generator,”

You could see that it was sparking pretty bad and when you three got closer you could see it looked like it was sabotaged. Nick walked around to the back to look. “Someone’s taking a serious disliking to this thing,”

“Sabotage?”

You looked at Jason like he just read your mind and laughed but didn’t say anything.

“Looks it. Watch my back. I mean it. No making kissy faces at Yn,”

You flipped him off. “You’re the reason why God created the middle finger, Nick,”

Jason busted out laughing.

“Wow, your maker really didn’t waste time giving you a personality, huh?”

“If I had a face like yours, I would sue my parents,”

“You’re my favorite person… besides every other person I’ve ever met,”

“You are the human version of period cramps,”

You raised an eyebrow at Nick as he just shook his head in defeat and did whatever he needed to do in order to get the generator to work. You looked over at Jason and he was trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard. “I swear you two are gonna end up killing me,”

You shrugged. “Would you rather have your best friend and your girlfriend hate each other?”

“No,”

At that point, the lights came back on and Jason looked at Nick. “Good job, Sergeant,”

“You’re actually smart? That’s a shocker,”

Nick flipped you off and you just laughed.

That’s when you heard a light go off and you saw that one of the rooms was completely black again. Jason and Nick got into defensive mode as they walked towards the dark room. You walked right behind Nick as Nick pushed you to be in between him and Jason. You should just accept that at this point. You think they were protected over you, just wait til this baby comes out. That thought made you happy and thankful that you have these two wonderful guys in your life. The thought of both of them trying to change a diaper also made you giggle. Jason look slightly behind him. “What are you giggling about back there?”

“Nothing,”

You knew that he knew you were full of bullshit but he chose to ignore it and called Eric over the coms. “Dropkick, this is Mailman Two-One Actual. We’re heading deeper. Over,”

“Acknowledged. You be care in there. Dropkick out,”

When you guys got close to the entrance of the room, Nick and Jason stood side by side. “Cable split. Let’s see where they lead to,”

You walked as far as you could into the room but the end of the tunnel was a dead end but there was an opening with light on. You followed the boys into another hallway and they were keeping their eyes straight and forward, not bothering to look at the ground. You saw the tripwire seconds before Jason stepped near it. You grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He looked back at you confused. “What?”

You pointed at the tripwire. “There’s a tripwire, dummy,”

Jason looked down at the tripwire as he crossed over it, then Nick and you last. Jason bent down to look at it. “It looks simple enough,”

“Counter explosion?”

“Nah, just need to cut the trigger,”

Jason stood up and sighed. “Gotta be the mother fucker that shot at Eric,”

Jason pushed his com to talk to Eric. “Dropkick, this is Mailman Two-One Actual. Do you copy? Over,”

“Dropkick receiving. How’s it going out there, Kolchek?”

“Your friends sprung an IED on us. We’re good, but you’ll want to keep your eyes open just in case he left some more love notes, over,”

“Copy that. Moving up. Dropkick out,”

After Jason had found the IED, you three stood there for a few seconds while making fun of Eric and that’s when you heard a noise and Jason was convinced that it was Joey. Before you three started following the noise, Eric showed up and took control over the situation. You four searched for a while and all you had found was Joey’s com, glasses, and helmet. You guys were also attacked by the Iraqis. They had thrown a grenade at you that resulted in rocks caving in and Nick was separate from you three. By the time you had gotten to Nick, he had killed one of the creatures and Eric made them carry it to HQ so he could study it.

You were standing in the middle of the room, watching Nick as he hit the trigger to detonate the bomb to create a cave in. “That’s the last one. Should at least slow ‘em down,”

You walked up to Jason and Nick. “Long enough to spot them on the camera,”

You three walked to the room that had the tripwire, Jason walked up to the camera and pushed a button on it. “We should probably reset the tripwire. Give me a hand,”

Both Jason and Nick place their guns in the holster and kneel down to reset it. “We’re been in some fucked pu situtations before,”

“Never as fucked as this,”

“If I gotta fight these things, there’s no one else I would want by my side,”

They both finished the tripwire and stood up as Jason spoke. “You know I’ve always got your back, buddy. Come what may,”

“Do you two need some alone time? I can go and wait in HQ?”

You started to walk back that way but Jason grabbed you and pulled you into his arms and kissed the side of your head. Jason looked over at Nick. “There’s something that I need to tell you. We need to tell you. Y/n is pregnant,”

Nick looked at you searching for how to answer this, you just kept your face relaxed. You didn’t care how he answered it and I hope Nick realized that. “Yeah, man. I already knew,”

Jason looked at you. “You told him before you told me?”

“I actually didn’t say the words ‘I’m pregnant’

“She really didn’t say those words and I guessed,”

“When was this? When did you tell him?”

“Earlier today,”

Jason nodded. “Oh okay,”

“You’re not mad, are you?”

Jason stared at you. “No, I’m not mad,”

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Date:01 June 2022

Time: 6:30am

And I am still a whore for one Jason Kolchek.

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Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Hold Me Part 2

Apology Flowers

Helping Hand

My Love Mine All Mine

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Cuddle For Warmth

Tree-hugger Part 2 Part 3

James Wilson x Female Reader

Head of Pediatrics Reader

Blue Or Pink?

Cancer

Loss & Grief

Wedding Bells Or Separations?

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Distance

Insecurities

Ink

Snooze

Love Story

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Chemistry

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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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( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

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kassiekole22 · 1 year

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I'll Carry You

Warnings: Gore, Angst... Word Count: 1.1k MasterList: 🖤 Jason's Angels: @lorebite, @yellowroses-world, @house-of-kolchek, @yeslieutenant, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, and @mornandil.

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While walkin' down the halls of Camp Slayer in a hurry to get to a meetin' I was late for, I heard a loud curse come from one of the rooms. I opened the door to find our newest member of the team, (Y/N), layin' on the floor. I entered the room, chucklin' to myself.

"What'd you do this time?" I asked as I eyed her body on the ground. It seemed as if she tripped and fell.

"I tripped over that damn box!" She grumbled as she glared at the full box that sat in the middle of the floor. Exactly what I had thought.

"Well, maybe you should be more careful?" I suggested as I crossed my arms over my chest and shrugged my shoulders. She peeled her angry gaze off of the box and turned it over to me as her brows furrowed.

"Maybe you should stop being a prick!" She growled and I laughed. God, I loved it when she'd get angry.

"Come on. We're late for our meetin'." I walked towards the door but didn't hear an extra set of footsteps behind me. I turned around to see her still laying on the floor.

"(Y/N)?"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I think I sprained my ankle." She whispered as if she was ashamed while rubbin' her right ankle. I heaved an annoyed sigh before approachin' her. "W-What are you doing?"

"You need to go to the Medical Sargeant." I said as I scooped her up in my arms. "I'll carry you."

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A few months later, we were on a mission and things were goin' quite well. I made sure to keep (Y/N) close in case anythin' were to go south. I got distracted while helpin' Rachel with interrogation when (Y/N) wandered off. That's when I heard the gunfire. I ran out to see what was goin' on. We were under attack and (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen! After shootin' some enemy soldiers down and orderin' Nick to cover me, I began my search for (Y/N).

To my surprise and horror, I found a blood trail and decided to follow it, only to find (Y/N) wounded at the very end. I fell to my knees at her side and pressed my hands down on the bullet holes in her stomach. She winced and groaned in pain but I had to stop the bleedin'.

"(Y/N), I am so, so sorry." I felt tears burnin' the corners of my eyes as I watched a little bit of blood drip from the corner of her mouth. Her glossed over eyes peered up at me as her tremblin' hand reached up to caress my face gently. She seemed delirious from the blood loss.

"It's o-ok, Jase. I-It's not you're fault." She whispered before coughin' up more blood. Jase. She called me Jase.

"Don't worry. I'll get you out of here." I promised as I carefully picked her up and cradled her in my arms. She nuzzled her face into my chest and my heart swelled with a new feelin' for her. She was no longer a colleague or a friend to me. No. She was much more to me now. And because of that, I'd never let anythin' hurt her again. "I'll carry you."

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Never did I think that things could go worse than that day, but an incident a few weeks later proved me wrong. First we got attacked while lookin' for weapons of mass destruction, then we fell through the fuckin' ground and ended up God only knows where, and now I'm separated from (Y/N). I slowly and cautiously walked down a dark tunnel, hopin' to find (Y/N) and not one of those creatures. All I wanted was to hold her in my arms again. I was broken away from my worried thoughts when I heard her cries in the distance.

I took off runnin' in the direction of the distressed sounds until I found another blood trail, much larger than the one on the day she got shot. I felt my chest tighten with fear as I followed the crimson path to somethin' that I'd never forget. Somethin' that will be engraved in my mind for the rest of my life and after. Somethin' that I'd never recover from.

I quickly ran over to my girlfriend and sank to my knees by her side. There was so much blood. The whole front of her had been clawed open. She slowly looked up at me with tears in her eyes and I knew... I knew...

"(Y/N)..." I felt the tears of grief, fallin' down my cheeks as I watched the life fade from my lover's eyes. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

"No, Jason-" Her voice came out hoarse and by the sounds of it, blood was fillin' her lungs.

"Yes!" I cried out, cuttin' her off. "I should have stayed with you! I shouldn't have let you get separated from me!"

"Jason, you c-couldn't s-stop this from happening. Y-You can't a-apologize for something when it's not your fault." Her hand came up to caress my face, just like before. Just like any time she would comfort me. She was the one who was dyin' and she was comfortin' me. God bless her.

"It is my fault. I-" My voice got cut off by a choked sob. "I'm so sorry for this."

"Jase..." She whispered softly. Her voice was growin' slower. She sounded so tired. Fuck. "I love you."

"I love you too." I murmured between sobs as I began to caress her face as well.

I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her bloody lips before pullin' back to smile down at her and take in all of her gorgeous features, knowin' that this would be my last chance to do so. She smiled sweetly at me while another all too familiar trickle of blood dripped from her mouth and down her chin as her eyes twinkled with their last little bit of light. Only seconds later, that light faded away completely and her hand fell from my cheek, hittin' the ground with a soft thud. Her expression fell and in that moment, I knew my little girl was gone.

I sat with her in my arms for what felt like hours, cryin' and countin' every mistake I made and all of the regrets, burnin' them into my mind to haunt me for an eternity. I stroked her pale face until her skin went cold. I knew I had to leave but I couldn't leave her behind. I knew she wasn't there anymore but I couldn't bring myself to let go. Not yet. Maybe never. Givin' her one last kiss on her forehead, I scooped her up in my arms.

"Don't worry. I'll carry you."

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 2 years

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Kintober Day 7/8/9 - Role play & Voyeurism & Hair pulling

Pairing: Jason x reader

Words: ~3500

Genre: smut

Warnings: role play 🤏(soldier/civilian), mutual masturbation, hair pulling, dirty talk, oral (m recieving)

Kinktober tags: @kassiekolchek22 @multi-fandom-imagine @crazymissy22 @pr3ttycunt

"Ya sure, you wanna do it?" Jason asked, head tilted back on the bed, arms spread to both sides of the headboard.

You blinked at him from across the room, your new investments sitting in the bag you held in front of you. Biting in your lip you nodded quickly before you could change your mind. After all, he was right that evening, a few days ago when you had that conversation. Bringing new to your relationship could freshen the mood between you two, you knew it.

But you were still uncertain about it.

Jason mentioned something you never did before, something you never thought you would do. And there were you, preparing your best acting skills for him.

With your quickening heartbeat you stepped into the room, skin getting damp under your sweating palm.

"Of course." You answered, nodding once again, partly convincing yourself as well.

You must believe; roleplaying would turn out in a good way; not with you, getting embarrassed or experiencing something you would want to forget.

"You just need to say one word and we can stop if you don't like it. You know that." He assured you again with a calm, soft tone. Jason's fleeting gaze roamed over your form, already basking in your beauty, although you just came back from town, fully dressed – he on the other hand had only worn his grey sweatpants.

"I just don't…well don't know how this works." Admitting the evident sounded much more stupid as you expected. You were an adult, how come you never did or tried it?

Well, maybe because there wasn't really any partner with you before Jace, that would have been a comfortable area to experience. But Jason is different, you came to realize. The man's outside mask to the world was rough, cheeky and relentless. Anyone who didn't know Jason well enough could have thought he's just another rugged, tunnel visioned military man who played the cards only into his hands.

But Jace was anything but those qualities.

"Hey, it's alright." Straightening up in his sitting, Jason patted the mattress beside him; a soft, easy smile on his face as you strolled over. Sitting down to the edge you turned to look at him chewing the inside of your mouth.

" I wanna try it because it will be fun… But I never did it and I don't know if I…you know- khmm stay in "character" for that long." You shrugged and when Jason let out an amused scoff you shook your head.

"What?" A ghost of a smile lingered over your lips as you watched him, hair falling into his temple.

"It's easier to do than say it, believe me. And- besides I know some stuff, Sugar. I can lead this if you'd like." Jason explained hands coming to graze over your back and middle. He sneaked one arm over your form and drew you into his chest, planting a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"Just…relax and let it play out. Quite literally."

A little giggle came from you but it quickly died down; turning to look up at him your expressions softened.

Indeed you have nothing to fear about, nothing can be embarrassing to do or share with Jason because for him, it comes as ensuring your trust and comfort that is put onto him. And he is grateful for your willingness.

"Okay Baby, let's prepare. I'll be back in five minutes and we can do it, okay?" Jason gave one last kiss on your cheeks, then letting your middle go, he stood up, disappearing into the hall.

Your pulse quickened at the thought of the upcoming heated moments, already impatient to have your hands all over your man. Should you take off your clothes? Would he want to undress you? How do you need to prepare for a roleplay exactly?

Before you could ponder more on the burning matters the lock clicked slightly as the handle got pressed down; brown, green and yellow appeared in your sight.

Oh…! So this is what he wants!

Jason stepped into the room with a smug smirk on his lips, dimples already framing his thin lips, wearing his uniform from base.

Well maybe he would wear it completely this way – you wondered how big of a trouble would he get in showing up only in jeans and unbuttoned shirt, bare chest pushed out, his dog tag resting between his pecs.

You felt your cheeks heat up till your ears from the sight; he could always make you giddy, no matter how long you two were together; a wide grin spread across your face, seeing Jason changed even his beloved, greyish blue cap, worn down by the years to his official military cap he got.

"I didn't know you could get rid of your cap." You giggled.

"Quiet now." Jason ordered, voice strict and sharp, as he measured you with twinkling eyes. For a moment you froze, seeing his demeanor change so quickly, unsure what to think into this shift.

One second later he slowly began to walk towards you; back straight, chest board, his shoulders seemed wider than before. Still kneeling on the bed you watched as he closed the distance between you two, one hand coming to hold your jaw in a light grasp.

His touch was warm and careful, tilting your face to look up at him, a broad form towering over you.

"Are you afraid?" He cocked an eyebrow searching your eyes. "Say the words and I know when to stop."

You opened your mouth, then closed it, unsure what to reply to his question. Seeing your hesitation Jason crouched down beside the bed, both hands came to cradle your cheeks, thumbs stroking tenderly at the warm skin.

"If you're not feeling like you wanna do it…" He began, but you shook your head, placing your palms over his.

"I want to. Show me it. All of it, please." You leaned closer, nose touching as you closed your eyes for a second. "Maybe start slow, then go with the flow?" You offered with a curious smile and when Jason agreed with a nod you wiggled backwards, so he could stand straight again, silently encouraging him "go on, I'll be fine if you show me the steps".

With a cough he cleared his throat, binding his hands behind his back, looking down at you with intense attentiveness.

"I don't like naughty ones who don't follow orders." He began, careful to drawn-out every word. Jason brought up his hand again, hooking his index finger under your chin to tilt your head up. "Am I understood?"

"Yes." You answered, bringing up your best honeyed tone.

Two more fingers added to the hold on the underside of your jaw, thumb pressing down on your chin.

"Yes what?" He rasped low, tone unforgiving yet provocative. "You call me Sir, when you talk to a Lieutenant."

"Yes Sir." You blinked at him, heart pounding; your blood started to tingle in your veins from the excitement.

"Good girl." He gave you a smirk, blown pupils filled the place of chocolate brown eyes, now dark and lustful as he roamed his gaze over your body. "From now on I'm your supervisor, you will address me as such. Understood?"

"Yes…sir." For your answer Jason slowly let go of your chin, hand trailing down to your neck, thumb stroking a firm line into your skin as he slid below, pulling away your shirt's collar.

"As you're a civilian I understand you have no insight into much of the military customs, but that's what I'm here for." Jason made quick work of unbuttoning your shirt, spreading out the fabric to the side, a finger hooking into the strap of your bra.

"You will undress for me." He ordered slowly, palm sneaking into your underwear to cup your breasts. You sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his rough fingertips circling over your nipples hardening them.

Pushing up your chest you offered him a better reach; suddenly Jason pinched your hardening buds - not hardly enough to truly hurt you, but enough so that your focus snapped back at him. "How do you answer me?" He purred, lips bending upwards into a cocky smile.

"Yes Sir." You whined.

"Go to the middle and you'll take off your clothes as slowly as possible. Understood?"

"Sir!" You hummed, turning to crawl back to the middle as Jason gave your bum a firm swap.

You yelped, looking back at him giggling as he leaned back to the wall behind him.

"It's a serious business Sugar, don't giggle at me." He chided you, arms crossing in front of him as he motioned to you with his chin. "Go on, this is an inspection so I expect you to follow orders precisely as I command them."

Kneeling on the middle of the bed you positioned yourself to face Jason, nodding as you blinked up at him over your lashes.

"Yes Sir." You bit your lip nervously. So far so good, you didn't need to do much out of the ordinary as you expected. You started to get into the play.

"What should I do then…Sir?" Pouting your lips you blinked at him, playing with the edge of your bra.

Jason's gaze followed your fingers, as you brushed a line between the laced fabric and your skin, tickling yourself slightly, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Slide the strap down." Jason commanded with a low rasp, a bulge emerging in his pants already. "One at the time."

Holding his stare you bit down your bottom lip, a hand sneaking up to twirl the strap over your finger, then sliding it down your shoulder. Not missing to brush over the top of your breasts you turn to the other side repeating the movements.

"Good" Jason nodded, one hand going down to his belt to unbuckle it. Then he left his hips, hands moving back to his chest. "Now take it off."

You did, reaching back to free your chest from the tight embrace of your bra. Your breasts bounced a little, causing Jason to let out a quiet huff.

"I see we have some disturbance here." He rasps, you furrow your brows in confusion. "Those are pretty boobs, but the nipples need some tending. Your Lieutenant orders you to pinch them together."

You took a deep breath, holding it in your chest as you obeyed him. Your fingers slid up, taking your buds between your thumb and index - you started to roll them back and forth, circling them a few times.

"Good girl. What a sight you are." Jason hummed satisfied, his hand slowly making its way back to his pants. "How hard are those pretty nipples now?"

Sighning you opened your eyes as you cupped your breast to fondle them, pushing them up.

"Hmm very" You purred. "So hard and needy. Like your cock, Sir."

A chuckle left Jason as he zipped down his trouser, taking out his shaft from his boxer, holding it in his palm.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him, semi-hard, you could already feel the silky skin in your mouth as he filled up you.

"Something you like? Answer me." He demanded, seeing how your gaze fixated on his member, thumb going over the pink tip once.

"Yes" You gulped, your tone a pitch higher than before. Your lips fell open, tongue drawing out to lick them.

"I didn't hear you right. What do you call me?" Jason groaned as he wrapped his fingers around himself, thumb resting on his tip, completely still.

"Yes Sir." You moaned, feeling your panties getting wet between your legs.

"Tell me what you see that you like so much, while taking off your jeans." You didn't even wait for him to finish the sentence, already rolling back to your ass, legs raising to pull down your jeans from your legs, kicking it down to the floor.

"Your dick…Sir. Always feels so nice when you use it on me." You sing, voice sweet and innocent as you kneel back to your place.

"You like when I'm fucking you with my dick? When I'm stuffing that pretty tight cunt with it? Or when it is pumping down your throat and you can't breathe?"

You moan loudly, imagining all these things that Jason did to you many times, and will do to you soon again. How big he is, making you ache and squirm, how his cock feels dragging along your walls and tongue.

"Ma'am you need to answer me." He warns you with a low tone.

You groaned, eyes slip shut as you returned to your nipples.

"I love it when you fuck me. When you fuck my pussy so good. I love when I can suck you down, you taste so good." You babbled rolling your head back.

"Continue. Take off your panties and touch yourself for me. Go on Baby." It was a hoarse grunt from Jason, thumb slowly starting to circle around his head again. "I need you to fuck your pretty pussy to see how obedient you are. 'Ts a routine test."

You didn't hesitate much, gliding your hand down your stomach, pushing the light fabric to the side.

You looked up from your lashes, mouth open, throat dry as you watched Jason starting to jerk off. His cock growing bigger in his hand, rising 'till it hit his belly.

You felt your cunt trobb with need, arousal dripping through your pants.

Spreading your knees wider you tilted up your hips slightly, showing Jason everything he needed to see and began your show.

Reaching down you began with wide, slow circles over your clit one hand bracing you on the bed as you leaned back slightly. A painted groan left Jason's throat as he watched you touch yourself, already glistening with arousal, finger making precise work. He imagined how your heat feels around him, how he can reach your deepest spots to make you a squirting mess for himself. Rubbing the head of his cock he matched the pace with your motions, eyes never leaving your thighs.

"That's it Baby. Just like that. Make that sweet pussy come for me, will you?" Jason's voice breathy, filled with grunts and choked moans as he slid down to his base to pump himself

You circle your clit, a finger sliding into your cunt, immediately curling your digit in the right way, that sends tingle down your spine, firing up your muscles.

You let out a whine when you inserted another finger, thrusting into your pulsing slit, knuckles deep. With quick moves, your hips bucked up into the motion, hitting deeper, reaching sweeter and sweeter spots within yourself until you finally curled your finger, finding the spot, that had you feel the most, your senses firing up with a slow start, only to build into a massive pile, ready to crumble down.

"C'mon, cum for me Sweetheart. Your Lieutenant orders it." You hear his voice, Jason's ragged pants filling every inch of your brain, and your walls clench down around your fingers as you come, back arching backwards – you needed to shoot your free hand further back, to balance your shaking body while sitting.

You gasped for air, moans and pants breaking from your throat as you rode down your orgasm, rubbing yourself to oversensitivity.

"Goddamn," Jason panted as he pushed himself away from the wall, cock still in hand. "Here, now." He bucked his hips, knees pushing into the bed frame as he stood beside you, patting the sheet with one hand. With trembling limbs you made your way back to the edge, kneeling up for him.

" 'Gonna suck me now, Doll." He murmured, dark eyes seizing you from above. "Open your mouth."

You did so, relaxing your jaw when Jason grabbed your nape, tugging your hair harsly into his fist and he pushed you ahead, giving you an open mouthed kiss briefly.

Then you felt his grasp tighten around your hair, arms moving to push you down, a sharp pain shot into your head.

With a hiss you bent down, looking up at him on all four.

"Deep breath. Ready?" He heaved. Before you could give him any answers Jason yanked your hair, giving you little to no space to move your head before he hauled your head down to the base of his cock, hard flesh hitting your throat, making you tear up. You braced your weight onto your knees and palms, gripping the sheet beneath you.

Jason started to bring you down- then up, soon faster and faster, he picked up a quick pace until he felt the saliva dripping down from his cock; until he could feel the slight shaking of your body.

He watched you with keen eyes. You pushed yourself forward whenever he bobbed your head, increasing then slowing down— he enjoyed making you whine and moan from his actions. It was all too perfect, you at his feet, doing as you were told to, your mouth rubbing and lapping him where he wanted it, making all kinds of delicious sounds.

You sucked in your cheeks, squeezing his length, tongue slid over one big, pulsing vein.

You felt tight and warm, making him thrust into you without care, feeling the wetness around him, how his cock made its way inside you, lips caressing the silky skin.

His grip on your hair tightened, pulling you back from his cock with a rough swing, as his tip slipped out, saliva followed, dripping to your chin and over the bed frame.

"Can I fill you up Baby?" He panted, chest heaving, a slim drop of sweat making its way down on Jason's temple. "I wanna come on your tongue. Can I?" His ask sounded more like a pleade, separate and lost in his mind.

You whimpered, nodding eagerly, as you opened your mouth again you drew out your tongue, closing your eyes.

Jason let out a ragged moan as he pushed your head forwards, bobbing you up and down on his cock until saliva started dripping over your mouth, tears flowing down in the corners of your eyes. With abandon Jason rocked his hips into your mouth, soon his moans breaking, inhales getting heavier and messier as Jason finally reached his high.

With a choked grunt his end lashing end lashing down at him with hot white heat; hips stilling, Jason trembled as he unloaded himself into your mouth.

He jerked, trusting three more sloppy times, milking out everything from his cock.

Trembling, you straightened your back, balancing your weight onto your knees again, you locked your arms around Jason's legs below his knees.

Chest heaving furious –it sank and rose quickly, as you wrapped your lips tighter around him when you pulled back you swallowed his hot load, blinking up at him finally.

Wanting to wipe his seed from your lips, you raised your hand uncertain— still shaking from the after wave of your climax, but Jason preceded you.

Taking a hold of your face, he slid his hand under your jaw, capturing you there; swiping his thumb over your wet, swollen lips carefully, almost tenderly, gathering his remaining cum.

Your mouth opened unintentionally, a weak whine passing you as Jason brought his hand to your mouth. Brushing his thumb over your lips, Jason hummed pleasantly.

His eyes closed when you poked out your tongue, licking his thumb slowly for him to feel every little detail, every move of it, before you sucked it clean.

"Fuck Sweetheart. You're amazing. You did so freaking great." Jason murmured, cupping your cheeks into his palm; his gaze dizzy, but warm adoration radiated from it.

With a giddy smile you hummed, caressing his side with your fingertips for a short time before you rose from the bed.

"Let's wash ourselves, how about that? I think I overdid myself a bit, I need to cool down." You giggled, taking his hand to guide Jason into the bathroom.

"Then it's my time to take care of you Darlin'." Jason squeezed your hand, already thinking about the ways he will repay your kindness.

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