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Eeep!! Yes! So excited for an Iris update! We’ve been waiting!

Let’s call this the mid season kick starter shall we? It’s been a hot minute but let’s get back into this series.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Jake Seresin x Younger F!reader. High tensions. Self doubting reader.

-> Read the rest of I.R.I.S here

There’s a lot of things that rattle around in Mickey Garcia's head during the day. He sometimes catches himself thinking about if he checked the expiration date on his milk before he made his morning coffee. Sometimes he catches himself thinking that he should call his Abuela on his lunch hour just to check in. There’s times where he finds himself daydreaming about being off on vacation and not teaching a class on weapons systems malfunctions, specifically deadeyes and how to combat them in a mid air raid.

He can usually reel in his mind when it starts to wander off. But the thought of Jake and you being a couple had him so distracted that it’s Bob's voice that’s breaking through the haze of incredibly concerning R rated imagery that’s been clogging Fanboys imagination for the better half of ten minutes. Nothing else seems to break the trance.

“You okay Mick? You’ve been grading the same paper for like ten minutes.” Bob asked quietly as they sat in the rec room. Grading the last of the papers they’d been assigned to go over. “You look a little green around the grills.” Mickey doesn’t hesitate to ask his best friend if he knew what was going on. Fanboy didn’t ask to be subjected to this kind of abuse. He didn’t wanna fucking know about Jake Seresins latest conquest and he surely didn’t want to know it was Pete Mitchell’s only daughter.

“Did you know that Hangman was seeing someone?” Two fucking days. “Y/n.” That’s how long Mickey Garcia kept the secret that Rooster had accidentally let slip. Bob's eyes lit up like he’d just been told the world's most unbelievable story. “Like, that’s not supposed to happen right? Jake doesn’t do commitment.” Bob felt like he’d entered a paradox where Jake Seresin was capable of love, but then he remained that you were who you were.

“Fuck!” Bob didn’t want to intrude, he really didn’t. “Jake!” But he needed to change his undershirt something chronic. It was the hottest day on record by far and Bob had been up flying with the new recruits all morning. The ones who flew with back seaters that was. Turns out? The closer you get to the sun in a multimillion dollar tin bird the hotter it gets and Bob was not dealing with it. At all.

“Oh my god you feel so fucking good—“ Bob couldn’t see it, which was probably a good thing, but Jake had your legs wrapped around his very naked, very wet hips as he fucked you against the rules of one of the few showers in the men’s line clears room. “So fucking good for me aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna be sick—“ Bob mumbled to himself as he shook his head and took his shirt off. He peeled the black cotton T up over his head and threw it into his locker with a huff. Here he was, slaving away in the damn heat all the while Hangman was getting his dick wet with some unknown tail. “Hey! Hangman! Get the hell out here before I report you for misconduct!”

Jake stilled himself inside you, god he was so close. But as you looked at him with lustful, seductive eyes that had a chokehold on his ability to think rationally—he cupped a large slightly rough palm over your mouth so he knew for sure you couldn’t try anything.

“You wouldn’t?” Jake countered Bob's threat as he slowly but surely rocked himself deep inside you.

“Try me—“ Bob hissed as he changed out his undershirt. “I’ve been busted my ass all morning and you're in here with some girl busting a nut?” Silence fell in the men’s locker room as Bob and Jake fell into a standoff. All that could be heard was the running water gushing from the shower head. Bob broke the silence with another threat. “I’m about five seconds away from peering over the top of the door to see who’s decided you’re worth catching a venereal disease from.”

Again, silence fell in the locker room as Hake slipped out of you and placed you down. He made sure your feet were steady on the ground before he let you go, before he took his hand away from your mouth and pinched your hardened nipples.

“I’m clean!” Jake shouted as you let out a small audible moan that made Jake's cock twitch with need and desire. “And that’s a little perverted of you Floyd.”

“Shocking.” Bob couldn’t help but to roll his eyes. “Hurry up, before I change my mind!” Jake planted one final kiss upon your lips before he was leaving you in the shower stall with a towel wrapped low on his hips.

“Jake doesn’t do love Mick.” Bob wanted to throw up at the thought of it being you in the shower. “But apparently does Captains daughters just for the thrill of it.”

“Who does captain's daughters?” Phoenix made her presence known as she flopped down on the nearby couch. Her and Rooster were just coming in from a hop. The look on Bradleys face told her everything she needed to know, there was gossip and gossip would be shared because she didn’t know about it. “Oh my god, spill the beans—“ Fanboy and Bob are tight lipped as they go back to grading papers. Rooster chooses to look anywhere but a Phoenix as she begins her investigation. “Who’s doing Mavs daughter?”

“No one!” Bradley tries to steer Phoenix away from Jake’s trail. He’s in too deep to watch this all collapse now.

“Is it Rebound?” When Phoenix started throwing callsigns up and into the wind it had Mickey bursting at the seams. He can’t keep a secret to save his soul. It was actually quite shocking he hasn’t been pulled for a disciplinary hearing this far along in his career. His Abuela definitely knew about a handful of highly classified documents. “Krod?”

“It’s Hangman—“ Silence had never been so loud before as Phoenix turned to Fanboy with a glare so full of concern it made his stomach ache. Bradley had, in that very moment, already begun planning his funeral. This couldn’t get any worse. “It’s Jake, he’s apparently dating Iris.”

“Says who!” Natasha’s eyes were wide and full of an inability to believe this wasn’t some kind of cheese nightmare. “Who would start such a ridiculous rumour Mickey?” Rooster tried to hightail it out of the rec room before Mickey could throw him under the bus, but it was to no avail. Fanboy was saying his name faster than Phoenix could turn around and grab at his flight suit. Which she aultimanty did.

“Rooster—“

“It’s not a rumour!” That was all Bradley’s defense relied upon. The fact that none of this was a rumour. That you and Jake were actually grounded in facts. “They’ve been messing around since the weekend before the new recruits started!” If there was one person Bradley Bradshaw was scared of besides Maverick when he found out just who’d been doing his daughter, it was Natasha Trance. She was a no bullshit type. And this? This was all a bunch of bullshit, wasn’t it. “I swear!”

“Bradshaw, Hangmans a hell of a lot of things but he wouldn’t do that?” The rec room fell silent, who was Phoenix trying to kid? She’d known Jake Seresin for as long as she’d been in the Navy and his moral code fluctuated between semi realistic to none existent any given day of the week. “Would he?”

“He would and he is and they’re together Nix.” Bradley ran the palms of his hands down his exhausted face. “But I’m glad you have to share this burdening secret too.”

“Where is he?” Bradley knew exactly where Jake was. He was off with you, in secret, because that’s all Jake did these days—he just hid away with his burdening secret as the hands of inevitability slowly wrapped around his neck. “Bradshaw where, is, he?”

“He’s with Iris—“

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All the while Natasha was losing her mind of the new revelations that had come to light about Hangman's newest conquest, you and Jake could be found in the back seat of Jake F-150. Eating your lunch in the peaceful tranquillity of your small little bubble.

“What’s your favourite movie?” Jakes asking through a mouthful of his sandwich he brought from home. Turkey and Swiss, simple with a little mayonnaise for moisture. He watches the way you mull his question over carefully from beside him.

“Dodgeball—“ Something about this feels so different than what the two of you normally get up to. “With Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn.” Usually by now you and Jake would have torn off articles of each other’s clothing and been sucking on each other tongues. “Or maybe it’s a tie with Benchwarmers.” But this felt more intimate than anything the two of you had ever done. “David Spade is my dad’s favourite actor so I grew up watching a lot of his stuff.” Right now there was no one else on earth, it was just you and Jake and your lunches.

“Huh—“ Jake chuckled softly to himself as he took in your honest answers. “I thought you would have been more of a mission impossible type of person.” Jake never would have picked you for a comedy lover all things considered. You were a force to be reckoned with.

“What about you?” You and Jake had gone exclusive, you weren’t fucking anyone else and he sure as hell wasn’t entertaining anyone who wasn’t Pete Mitchell’s incredibly seductive daughter—who, quiet frankly, would be the death of him. “What’s your favourite movie? Lieutenant Commander Seresin.” Jake's cock twitched in his boxer briefs at the way you said his name. You knew you had a power over him. “What’s wrong?” It was your favourite game to play, to see how hard you could get Jake before he broke.

“Rain Man—“ Jake shook his head as he tried his best to will away the x-rated images of you naked in his bed as you looked at him with lustful eyes. “That’s my favourite movie.” He tried to not give into the temptation that was you and all your temptress ways.

“And what about your favourite colour?” You asked innocently enough as you moved a little closer to where Jake sat, nudging his knee with yours. “Blue? Green?”

“Whatever colour your eyes are at any time of the day.” Jake saw black and blue that your eyes changed with emotion. That they changed in any given light, under the stars, in the sky behind your visor, underneath him when he had you quivering. He loved your eyes. Your eyes were the windows that guarded your soul. A misguided and misunderstood soul that was forever living in the shadow of her father.

“Friday night in or out?” You tried to hide the way Jake's unashamed flirting affected you but it was all too hard to keep under wraps when he had you grinning ear to ear with a heart that was pounding against your chest.

“I’m inclined to say in—“ Jake's eyes scanned you up and down as he watched you move up onto his lap. You’d gone from sitting casually beside him enjoying your lunch together to straddling his waist. “More specifically in you, but I do enjoy a Friday night out.” You could feel how hard Jake was, his slacks didn’t do much to hide the fact. “When’s it’s my turn to ask a question again?” Jake asked as you raked your fingers through his hair. Scratching softly at his scalp the way you already knew he liked.

“Ask away Lieutenant Commander—“ You near moaned as you rocked your hips down against Jake's hardened length. His hands flew to your flight suit clad hips. Stilling you before you could be anymore of a fucking tease.

“Have you ever lost an hour of sleep in your life?” Jake's eyes darkened as lust bubbled away inside his chest. Your answer was nearly too quick for even him. It took his breath away for a second.

“Many baby—and I’m prepared to lose a few more with you—“ You teased as you leaned in to take Jake's lips hostage with your own in a feverish kiss. “Fuck I want you.”

“Stay over tonight?” Jake spoke with intent into your mouth as his tongue danced with yours. Your hands fumbled at the buttons of his tan service shirt, slowly but surely undoing them one by one to expose his chest. Littered with chest hair that made you feral.

“I want you now, can’t wait—“ Oh no. This was risky. Jake turned his head to the left to look out the window. His car was parked at the back of staff parking. There wasn’t a soul in sight. His windows were tinted just slightly but not enough to hide an identity. “Jake—“

“We shouldn’t—“ It barely came out as you kissed up and down the juncture of Jake's exposed neck. He was still looking around the car park to see if anyone was nearby. “Iris.”

“I have a hop after lunch with dad.” You began to explain as you sucked very noticeable, very sexual marking into Jake's supple neck. “Wouldn’t it be so hot if I was dripping your cum out of my freshly fucked pussy all the while Mav tries his best to keep me in check?”

“Ohh fuck—“ You we’re going to be the death of Jake Seresin. “You’re gonna send me straight to hell, aren’t you baby?” Jake finally gave in as he turned to take your lips hostage again in a lustful needy kiss. “Gotta be quick though.��

“I only need a few minutes.” You teased through a giddy smirk that told Jake he was in for it. You worked quickly to rid yourself of your flight suit, balling it up before you haphazardly threw it into the passenger seat of Jake truck. “And yeah, the minute you spilled that drink on me your ticket to hell was signed, sealed and delivered.”

It didn’t take long before you were sinking low onto Jake's thick, throbbing cock. His hands were working to guide you up and down his length as you rode him the best you could in the backseat of his truck.

“Oh fuck you feel so good—“ Pure ecstasy, that’s what Jake felt whenever he was inside you. So tight, so warm, so wet, so perfect. “Ahhh—fuck Iris.”

It was true, your callsign had been given to you because you were just one of those people who needed supervision at all times. But the more Jake hung around with you, the more he snuck around with you behind everyone’s backs, behind your fathers back? It was beginning to look like you’d become an expert at evading that ever so important supervision. Because here you were, fucking Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin like he was your personal play thing in the backseat of his truck like there wasn’t a single consequence to your actions.

“Want you to cum inside me.” You moaned as you leaned forward to rest your forehead on Jake’s broad shoulder. “Fill me up so I can make a mess, walk around for the rest of the day full of you.”

“You’ve got daddy issues—“ Jake groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and planted his feet firmly on the floor. Complying with your request. “You know that right?”

“You’re gonna have daddy issues when he finds out your fucking his little girl, filling her with your cum, treating her like a little fuck toy.” You battered your eyes and sent Jake an oh so innocent look as he fucked up deep inside you. It didn’t take long at all for you to crack and change the expression on your face to more appropriately convey the utter euphoria you were experiencing. “Ahhhhh fuck yes you feel so fucking good!”

“Do I?” Jake asked through a groan. “Do I feel good fucking you?”

“So good! I need to cum, make me cum! Please—“ In the heat of the moment, neither of you saw an irate Phoenix bounding over towards Jake's slightly rocking F-180 series with a soon to be skinned alive Bradley Bradshaw trailing behind her.

“Nix! Just—slow down for a minute!” Bradley tried to get Natasha off Jake's back but his efforts had been to no avail. She wasn’t okay with this. This wasn’t morally correct, wasn’t remotely right. You were Mavs' daughter. His only daughter.

“He’s in there with her isn’t he?” Phoenix asked as she approached Jake's car close enough to see the outline of two people clearly getting it on. The sun was beaming in at just the right angle to blind her from seeing you clearly. “He’s got to be fucking insane!”

“It’s Hangman Tash! Why does any of this surprise you in any way!” Rooster tried to once again aid in Jake's defence. “He’s never had a moral code.” Just as Bradley finished his sentence Phoenix was reaching out to pull open the door. “No! No, don't do that!—“ It was too late.

There you were, exposed and just about to reach your peak when all of a sudden the door was being torn off its hinges. There she stood, Natasha Phoenix Trance, staring at you like you were some sort of succubus.

“Lieutenant Mitchell I’m going to give you to the count of five to get out of the truck and change back into your uniform.”

“Phoenix!” Jake gasped as you scurried off of Jake's lap. He worked just as quickly to tuck himself back into his slacks as Rooster looked up to the sky above, he didn’t need to see this. “What the hell are you doing!?”

“What the hell am I doing?” Phoenix replied. “What the hell are you doing Jake, Jesus fucking Christ she’s half you’d god damn age!”

“I actually don’t think it’s that big of an age gap.” Rooster was trying his best to keep this whole situation from imploding before his very eyes. He wasn’t doing a very good job.

“She’s Mavs daughter!” Phoenix squared her shoulders as Jake got out of his truck and shut the door behind him, leaving you since to get dressed in some privacy. “Are you insane!?”

“She's not just Mavs daughter to me!” Jake explained as rage bubbled to the surface, he was so pissed. “She’s Iris, she’s her own person.”

“Jake—“ Phoenix sighed in utter disbelief. “You have done a hell of a lot of stupid shit in the time I’ve known you, but this? Messing around with Pete’s daughter has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” You couldn't deny that Phoenix wasn’t right as you zipped up your flight suit and sat just to listen to the fight happening outside the door. “She’s your student! You can’t take advantage of her like this! Have you ever stopped to think about what would happen if Mav found out?”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” Jake replied sternly as he looked at Rooster who tried to not look so guilty. “Who the fuck else knows Bradshaw?”

“Bob and Fanboy.”

“The WSO’s!” Jake sighed as he held the bridge of his nose and placed a hand on his hip. “Jesus Christ—“ You couldn’t help but to feel like this was your fault, the tension between Jake and his colleagues and friends.

“You need to pull your head out of your own ass and stop whatever you think this is Jake.” Phoenix sighed. “You could lose everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve because of her.” Phoenix was right, you knew she was. There was a pain in your chest you’d never experienced before as you held back tears. The same eyes that had just been looking at Jake with lust and want were now murky with guilt and heartbreak.

It’s always just fun and games until someone gets hurt.

“You don’t know that.” Jake tried to defend his actions. “Look, I’m not just messing around with her.” It was time to fess up. “I actually really like—“

“Don’t.” Phoenix interrupted. “Don’t say you’re in love with her because that would make me sick, she’s a kid!”

“She’s not.” Bradley cringed. “She’s not a kid Tash, she's an adult, come on, this isn’t that big of a deal when you look at it from all the angels.”

“You’re just trying to save yourself from the blowout of what Mavs gonna do when he finds out!” Phoenix snapped at Rooster. He didn’t have anything else to say as he pressed his lips together in a tight line.

“I’m serious about her.” Jake ended his argument at that. “You don’t understand that? That’s not my problem Natasha.” Jake turned on his heels as he opened the door of his truck. “C’mon Iris, let’s—Iris?”

You’d snuck out the other side around the part of the argument where Phoenix, well within her own right as a concerned friend, brought up the fact you were Mavs daughter. Around the time she had asked if Jake had stopped to think about the repercussions of his actions.

“Y/n?” Jake looked around the cap and saw the slightly ajar door. You were gone. “For fuck sake.” This was all your fault. You weren’t good enough for Jake and you knew that. You knew that the two of you would never really work and yet here you were, rushing back to the locker room before anyone could see you burn in.

But you just couldn’t catch a break.

“Holy shit what happened to you?” Rebound asked as he saw you making your way through the corridor.

“Just finished fucking your mother, she said to tell you that you’re gonna have to change your diaper soon—“ You were immediately on the defense as he walked beside you. Doing his best to keep up as you fixed your hair and wiped your face clean of the few tears you’d begun to shed. “Seriously, it's been three days.”

“Are you gonna be good for our flight course?” He asked as you pushed the doors open to the female change room. Gender was an artificial construct apparently because Rebound pained no mind to the little back symbol on the door. “Because I’m stuck with you and your shitty attitude so you better not cost me any seconds on that timer.”

“The only thing that’s gonna cost you time, Coen, is the fact you can’t fly for shit.”

“Guess we’ll just have to see about that huh?” Rebound pressed his tongue inside the side of his cheek and he crossed his arms across his chest and stood tall, watching as you fixed yourself up over the sink. Splashing water in your face. “Don’t think I don’t know how you wheeled your way back into the program.” He scoffed, you tried your best to ignore the trajectory this was going. But if history were to repeat itself it would be right about now. “Must be nice having dear old dad around to boost your ego and blow smoke up that pretty little ass of yours.”

“Is that really all you think of me?” You snapped. “That I’m just some Nepo baby that’s never worked hard a day in her life?” You asked as you stalked over to where Rebound stood. He was about to cop what you couldn’t say to Phoenix without being reported to the admirals. “Or do I just intimidate you so much that that’s what you have to tell yourself I am so that fact I’m ten times better than you at everything I do? strings a little fucking less?”

“Don’t fuck with me Iris because it’ll be the last thing you do.” Coen Rebound Rhodes was built like a shit brick house. He was rugged and broad and six foot something. Yet his structure didn’t scare you. Not for a second.

“I only fuck with people I envy—“ You snarled. “And there isn’t an ounce of you or your pathetic fucking waist of military funding ass that I envy.” Rebound could still see the hurt in your eyes, the tears that threatened to spill. He’d never seen you so angry before, so hurt. This wasn’t even about him. “So get off my dick and focus on how you’re gonna have my back up there so we can get this TopGun bullshit over and done with.”

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By the time Jake had finally managed to find you after you’d snuck out of his truck, a full hour had already passed. He was back in his office—pacing back and forth putting tracks in his carpet because he was so out of his mind worrying about you.

“They have a hop in forty five—“ Bradley reminded Jake as he sat in one of the chairs near Jake's Desk. “She’ll turn up eventually.”

“I’m worried about her—“

“It’s Iris we’re talking about here, not much seems to phase her.” What Bradley didn’t know was that something did phase you, something big. Jake knew you hated being compared to your dad. He knew it really got in your head when people made it abundantly clear who they thought you were.

Just Mavs daughter wasn’t good enough for you, but it sure as hell played on your mind.

“Phoenix was a little outta line, but she’s only looking out for you man.” Bradley sighed, he didn’t know what his role in all of this was supposed to be. “Someone has to, because I’m starting to think you don’t have a fucking clue what you’re doing.” Jake was too busy looking out the little window in his door to be listening to whatever Rooster was saying. And it was a good thing he was too because there you were, walking down the corridor with your helmet in hand.

Jake opened his door without a second of hesitation and stepped out into the hall. He noticed the way you froze like you weren’t sure if he was going to yell at you or barrel you over in a hug so forceful it would send you to the ground.

“Iris, can I see you for a minute?” It sounded more professional than personal and you knew it was because Mayhem was just rounding the corner.

“Sure can, Lieutenant Commander.” You smiled as you entered the room and rolled your eyes as soon as you saw Bradley. The second the door was closed you let him have it. “You been running your fucking mouth to everyone about us or?”

“Hey! Don’t get snarky with me. I've been putting out fires on your behalf since you got here!”

“Enough—“ Jake sighed as he came to stand before you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and watched as you looked up at him. “You okay?”

“Just peachy.” You forced a smile. “I have a hop with Rebound, need to get to pre-flight checks.” It was obvious you were trying to run, so Jake kept you still with his hands on your shoulders. “I’m fine.” You wanted to wait until after work to do it, but Jake wouldn’t let up.

“I don’t believe you.” Jake countered as he tried to read your face, something was brewing behind those eyes he loved so dearly. “I’m sorry about what happened before, I’ll talk to Phoenix and—“ So you just ripped the Band-Aid off as quickly and as efficiently as you could.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if we keep doing whatever this is.” You interrupted and Bradley’s jaw hit the ground. That was the most sense he’d heard all day. “Phoenix was right, I’m not good for you or your career Jake.”

“Y/n—?” Jake thought he was going into cardiac arrest with the amount his heart hurt inside his chest. “Don’t say that, come on I know we’ve joke about it but—“

“No, no, listen to me.” You shook yourself from Jake’s hold and stepped back against the doorframe. “It was fun while it lasted, right? No harm no foul? You had your fun and I had mine and we both get to walk away with your careers intact and dad doesn’t find out.”

“Iris, we can sort through this—Phoenix just needs time to process us.”

“I don’t want to be with you Jake what are you fucking getting right now?” The switch up was night and day between what you were saying now to what you had been like in the car now an hour prior. “I’m not good for you!” Usually it was Jake hearing that he wasn’t good enough for others. “I’m not going to fuck you’re life up for a good root either, so just—let’s just cut our losses before shit hits the fan.”

“No stop—we’re not doing this okay.” Jake held the bridge of his nose as tears fell from your eyes. Bradley had never seen you so distraught before. Holy shit, maybe you actually really like Jake? “Let me figure this out.”

“I have a hop.” Was all you said as you shook your head. “Lieutenant Commander.” Before Jake knew what had hit him you were gone. You’d opened and closed the door to his office and that was it. You were just gone.

Had the love of Jake's life just walked out after breaking up with him? Is that what just happened?

“I feel like I’m living in an episode of the twilight zone—“ Bradley sighed out as he flung his head back. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna try and fight her decision to end whatever the two of you are?”

Jake still stood where you’d left him, if he closed his eyes he could still smell the notes of your favourite perfume encompassing him.

“I have to.” Was all Jake said. Rooster groaned in defeat. This was an internal fucking hell.

“Why man? To me this seems like a pretty good get out of jail free card.” But Bradley didn’t understand, no one understood. For the first time in Jake Seresins life he actually cared about someone. He actually cared about wanting to be with someone every day, every time of day. You were on his mind all the time for all the wrong reasons at first but now? You were just on his mind.

“Because I think I love her Rooster.”

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