Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Felicity 'Flick' March (OC)
Absence makes the heart grow fonder; that's what Flick and Jake tell themselves as they prepare for their first deployment as a couple. But being apart only highlights what they need from each oth...
Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Swearing, SMUT: Explicit sexual references, masturbation, phone sex, sex toys.
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Voice message left at 1:13am November 2nd
"Fuck you, Jake Seresin. Fuck you and your magic fucking tongue and your thick fucking fingers and your gorgeous fucking dick. And fuck the US Navy for keeping you away from me. I am so bloody horny right now, but nothing is working. I have spent the last hour trying to get off to pictures of you, touching myself with my vibrator and riding my pillow wishing it was your face. Or your thigh. Or your abs.
I'm desperate, I haven't been able to get off properly since you left. I even tried calling you just so I could hear your answer phone message. I miss your voice. Your gravelly husky sexy voice. And fuck, I was so, so close but I just can't get over the finish line. So here I am, babbling away and making it your problem too.
God, I want you so badly Jake. I wish your hands were all over me, I want your lips on mine. I wish I could feel you inside me, fucking me full. I wish you were telling me what a good girl I am. Because I have been such a good girl for you. Just wait until you get the parcel I sent.
Fuck, I - I just want to hear you say you love me, so I can say that I love you just as much.
I'm yours Jake, and you're mine and that's enough. That's enough for me."
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Voice message left at 10:18pm, November 7th
"Oh babe, you're breaking my heart with that last message.
You're right, you have been such a good girl for me. I got your parcel. Those photos – Felicity – you're a fucking dream. You look phenomenal in every single one. And they're so creative; with the backdrops and props to match each outfit and the smokin' poses too.
All your little notes made me smile, I read them a hundred times. Fuck, the pictures even smelled like you, and that addicting floral perfume you wear. It's going to be a sad day for me when that wears off darlin'. And how did you know that I find lipstick prints hot? Pretty sure I've never told you that - when would it even have come up? Or maybe you're just magic, babe, that would explain it too.
