#jake jensen fics

[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 2

Summary:  Jake comes to help out in your new house

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, somnophilia, fingering, air humping, pissy Charles, mutual pining, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2K

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Letting out a soft sigh, you peek your eyes open in the gray room. You felt wrecked. Your body used in an almost unholy way. Flipping towards your side, you know that your late night masturbation, and dreaming of the man over your fireplace had you feeling off. “What did you do to me?” You ask, closing your eyes. Charles nods his head while staring at your spent body. You were going to be perfect for him, and all alone.

You loved it. Every time his body would slither in between your legs, you would open your thighs wide, ready to take him. Lucky for him you felt it was just an erotic dream. What luck he had. He couldn’t wait for every time your eyes started to drift close. He would have his way again and again, until it took. If it could. He wasn’t sure.

He was sure that he came in you. Watched his almost translucent spunk ooze out of your body. But would it be enough?

You groan as a geeky little diddy lights up your phone. The theme song to Game of Thrones only meant one thing. Reaching over onto the bedside table, you just answer, not saying a word, “Giggles!”

“Shh, not so loud, Jakey.”

“Okay, listen. Like, I’m thinking I’m almost there, but…okay, there’s this Addams Family house up on the hill.”

“That’s the one,” a soft smile prints on your face, realizing your ridiculously handsome and sexy best friend was just down the hill. Throwing your covers off you, you search for some shoes to put on. Not caring about your appearance, Jake has seen you at your worst.

“So, I just drive up to the house on Haunted Hill? And then, I get to see your gorgeous face?”

“Yes, cutie! Now, let’s go.”

Cutie? Charles’ eyes dart around the room, before he leaves his portrait. Who were you talking to? Why did your smile get bigger? And you were just sore, and now you were dancing around down the stairs.

“There’s this giant gate. Never mind,” he whispers when you go to have them open. “Am I really at the right place? Colonel Mustard isn’t going to whack me in the head with a candlestick in the library, right?”

“No, I would never be Colonel Mustard, Jakey,” his ridiculously yellow hummer pulls into the drive, and you have to calm your breathing. Even when he jumps out and those gigantic arms are right there, and ready for you to just pinch and hold. Pretending you weren’t in love with him, by saying he’s your best friend. You wanted all of Jake.

“Jake!” You scream running down the porch steps, and bouncing into his arms. “I thought you weren’t coming for another week,” he smelled amazing. His arms wrap around your chest, and hold you tight into him. He didn’t realize just how attractive he was.

Get rid of him. Charles did not like this man. You were his. He stares hard at Jake, but he never makes any romantic gestures. That was working in this stupid man’s favor. But he was holding you too tightly. And you were his!

“Yeah, well, the bimbo…”

“Jacob, I told you, you’re the bimbo in the relationship, you can’t date another one. They don’t deserve you anyways,” he sets you down onto the ground, and Charles spots it. His hand coasts down to your waist, settling at your hips. His fingers twitch around wanting to hold you closer. He wanted you pressed up against him again.

“I know. You’ve told me before. Next girl I date, I’ve got to get your approval. Ahh!” Jake screams pointing at the steps. Charles nervously waits, thinking that he had been spotted. Some humans could see ghosts without being made available to them. “A black cat! You literally bought Leatherface’s house.”

“Leatherface is modern,” you groan, pulling at his hand, and that goofy man smirks as you pull him into the house. “This is historic. It’s gorgeous. It needs work, but,” you open up the door, and Jake lets out a sound of awe. “The space! It’s close to town, but far enough away, so when there’s children…I mean, if I have kids, it’s like they live in this castle.”

Blackwood Manor! Charles screams into Jake’s ear. Jake grimaces, rubbing into his ear. “You okay, Handsome?”

“Yeah. This place slightly gives me the creeps. Who ya gonna call, am I right?” His mouth turns up in that crooked smile, as a laugh huffs past his lips. “Look at that chair!” His voice growls out as he walks towards a sitting chair.

Do not let him sit in my chair! Charles’ hand touches your own, and you shake your head at Jake.

“No, that chair stays empty.”

“Odd request. Is there something I should know?” His hand pets over the arm, giving you his best crazed smile.

“It just feels wrong. I think it’s his,” you start to walk up the stairs, and Jake bounds after you.

“Who is he?” You don’t answer. You just giggle walking up the stairs. “Giggles! Giggly box! Who is he?”

“Wait,” your laugh was so heartwarming to Jake. He could get used to it. Could listen to it daily.

“I just have so many questions. A creepy house like this has to have such a history. It’s so retro, but then also it’s eerie, no?”

This is my home! You need to get rid of him! I don’t like him! He’s touching you and looking at your ass! He gives you no respect! Only one man in this household!

You glance back at Jake, stopping on the stairs. He was in fact looking at your ass, and not paying attention to what you were doing, and ran into your back. “Ah, why are you stopping?”

“What were you doing?”

“Counting the steps. It’s a tick of mine,” he answers quickly, looking away from your rear end. You were always going to have to walk in front of him.

How many are there?

“How many steps then?”

“There's twenty-seven. It’s an odd number. I don’t like it,” he awkwardly smiles at you when you bite your lip.

He’s lying! There’s twenty-four. He was looking at your ass!

Judging by his awkward smile, and his fidgeting hands, you had caught him. And you didn’t care, you would rather have him touching your ass. “If you say so. Now,” grabbing at his hand you pull him into the room that you decided would be your own. Opening the door wide, Jake jumps backwards at the portrait. “There he is. Charles Blackwood.”

I’m the handsome one.

“It’s looking at your bed.”

“He is,” you laugh. You can’t believe you brought him in here with your room and bed a mess.

“Did you have company last night?” His voice seemed sad, and you look at him oddly, shaking your head.

I fucked her all night last night! Had that cunt hugging my cock all night long. That’s why she was sleepy, and you ruined everything!

“Why are you asking?”

“It’s just…your bed’s a mess,” Jake’s feet shuffle around, and he looks back over towards Charles. “Maybe it’s his fault.”

It is! I had her gripping onto the sheets, crying at how good I made her feel. You could never! Now leave!

“I don’t think he likes me,” Jake stares at the portrait. The hair on his back starts to prickle up, and he scratches at his neck. “I’m gonna turn him around.”

Don’t you dare! That is mine!

“Suit yourself,” continuing to make your bed, and unaware of the tantrum that your ghost man of the house was pitching. Jake gives a nod to the portrait facing the wall now. “It looks like he’s in a timeout. What do you think he was like?”

I was handsome! I will live like that in eternity, and we will have the most beautiful hybrid babies of mine. But he needs to go! Get rid of him!

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

What?

Jake walks over to your body, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him, “Jake?”

“I bet there’s an amazing old record player with these scratchy albums that would make the most amazing music for us to dance to, or,” he stutters out, getting a whiff of your perfume from the day before. It still smelled so perfectly sweet, and so very you. “Or y’know, just clean up this filthy place.”

It’s not filthy! It’s old. No one has lived here with me. I can’t clean.

“It has character. Let’s work on your room,” you gulp up at him.

“Or, if there’s more important things. We don’t need to worry about making you a room. I mean, the bed is big enough. We’ve slept in the same bed before. It is big enough,” he was repeating himself, and becoming more nervous with each moment. Ugh, why did you make him nervous?

No! No! This is our bed! You keep him out!

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head. This was not at all how Charles had envisioned his life with you. You were to take him every night. He was exhausted trying to keep Jake away from his things. He was tainting this house. Charles saw the way you stared at him, and the need you felt to please him, it sickens Charles. You were supposed to do that with him! Only him!

He needs to go!

Charles’ fingers drift up your leg, settling in between your thighs as he works on your bundle of nerves. Careful to stand on the side of the bed, seeing how Jake was on the bed with you. You would see Charles Blackwood was better suited for you. His fingers drift lower and into your drenched folds.

His free hand starts to undo his shirt, and he starts panting, when your breathing turns labored. Maybe he could pull this off. Have you with Jake beside him. Maybe. Your whimpering though, wakes Jake. He sits up a bit in the bed staring at your body. Your skin glimmering with your sweat. Those pretty little sounds echoing off your lips. “What’s got cha worked up, Giggles.”

Me!

Jake bites at his lip, he knows he shouldn’t touch you. Knows he should just enjoy whatever wet dream you were having, but he needs to feel you. His hand gets closer to your core, and Charles lets out a growl.

Don’t you dare! This is mine! I made her this wet.

Jake goes into a zone, touching on your sex, and everything else disappears.

I do it better! Charles pushes his fingers deeper into you, while Jake rubs gently over your little nub. A salacious moan fills up the room, and Jake’s cock strains under his boxers. You looked so pretty like this.

Quit touching her! This is my princess!

“You’re so wet,” Jake laments as his fingers push into your warmth. “Fuck!” He can’t believe how wet you were. How tight your cunt was, and just how your body moved with his motions. “Wow.”

I did this! Get out!

Your eyes start to flutter, and Jake pulls back. “This is wrong.”

Exactly! Leave her alone! What?

Your body turns to the side, throwing a leg over Jake, and you start grinding over him, “You’re killing me, sweetheart. But I’m gonna let you,” he was rock hard watching you. Your slick coating his thigh, and unbeknownst to him, Charles stares angrily at the moment.

I hate you! But Charles doesn’t leave. He just watches how desperate you were for touch. He got you that hot, but Jake gets to feel you.

His voice mixes with yours, creating a lewd and sensual theme song to your mutual pinings. Charles is furious. Jake’s hips jut upward, matching your speed perfectly. “Right there, Giggles,” he pants, trying to envision you bouncing over top of his cock. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” his voice starting to trail off with every thrust into the air.

“Jake,” you whisper, a hard and nasty grind over him making you come undone.

“Yeah,” he whispers as he cums untouched. “Yeah, that was incredible,” he looks towards you and pouts, “And you won’t even remember it! This isn’t fair.”

I fucked her all night the first night, you pathetic weasel! She is mine! Now, I must get rid of you.

“Jake,” you whisper again. Jake wraps his arm around your back, and pulls you closer to him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me. And I will give you babies, and we can live in your creepy house.”

My house! My babies!

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[our-marvel-universe]

I'm working on this Jake Jensen fic that I started forever ago, and it's definitley not my best work but I'm determined to get it finished and posted before Thanksgiving

[chxrryhansen]

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Pairing; Husband!Jake Jensen x Wife!Reader

Warning; smut, huge breeding kink, ever so slight mommy/daddy kink, oral (f receiving) Minors please DNI!!!

Summary; After seeing the way you interact with your colleagues kids, Jake can’t wait to put his own in you.

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Jake sighed heavily as he watched you from across the room as you mingled with your friends, a bright smile on your face.

Your pretty cheeks stretching wide as you laughed. You had both attended a small gathering at a colleagues home with a group of mutual friends, some of which who had kids.

His eyes practically glazed over with lust seeing how you interacted with the little ones, that motherly instinct taking over you.

You led a sweet little girl to the food table, your hand clasping her much smaller one, helping her pick out some snacks and watching with a smile as she happily scuttled off.

He couldn’t take it anymore, standing on shaky legs he snaked towards you. You spun around at the feel of Jake’s large hands wrapping around your waist, cupcake in hand, looking up at him with your beautiful doe eyes.

“Time to go, baby.” he whispered, his breath fanning over your sensitive nape as his thumb wiped away the crumbs from your lips.

“Wh-What? But we only just got here Jakey.” you frowned, puzzled.He said nothing, grabbing your arm gently and dragging you out of the garden to his forest green G-Wagon, shouting a passing goodbye on his way out. “What the fuck Jake.” you mumbled.

His thick hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he pulled out of the driveway. His foot pressed against the accelerator, driving as fast as he could without wanting to cause an accident. “Jake. Slow down, oh my god what has gotten into you?” you practically shrieked as he took a sharp turn around a street corner.

Again, he said nothing. As if he were in some sort of trance, not even noticing you spoke, or, choosing to ignore you. Shortly you arrived home and before you could even blink Jake had hopped out of the drivers side, appearing next to you after ripping the passenger side door open.

His beefy arms linking underneath your legs as he carrying you to the front door of your shared home, his highlighted locks sticking to his forehead while his chest heaved up and down, using one hand to jingle his keys into the lock.

You looked at him in shock, you’d never seen the poor man so worked up before and you had no idea how or why. His shoes pelted against the stairs as he stormed towards your bedroom.

Slamming the door closed, he layed you down gently on the bed, kissing from your throat down to your stomach and lifting your sundress up and over your shoulders.

His hot breath fanned over your panties as he pushed them to the side, licking a long strip from your hole to your swollen clit. You moaned as your hips writhed, his glasses nudging against your clit as he tongued your hole.

Whimpering as he attached his lips to your sensitive button, he sucked and slurped at your cunt as he pushed a finger deep into your pussy, you cried out as your pussy clenched at the intrusion. He began to thrust his finger into your tight hole as he looked up at you, his baby blues shining with lust.

Pulling away all too soon, he climbed back up the bed and pulled you into a deep kiss, your tongues intertwining as he dry humped his dick into your pussy. You stopped him with a sharp tug of his hair. “B-Baby, what is this about?” you spoke breathlessly.

He shook his head, blowing out a puff of air. “You just looked so good sweetheart, the way you handled the kids, makes me want some of our own.”

You paused, deciding this was the right time to tell him “Yeah? You wanna make me a mommy?”Jake moaned out loud hearing the words leave your mouth.

“Fuckkk. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby.” he said pulling you into a soft kiss, your tongues intertwined as his love poured through his saliva.

He sat up on his knees, peeling his boxers down his meaty thighs. You closed your eyes as you felt his swollen tip press against your soaked entrance.

He lifted your jaw with his fingers from above, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he pressed his hips against your own roughly, his thick cock bottoming out inside your pussy with one deep thrust making you cry out in pleasure. He pressed his hand against your flat stomach, imagining what it’ll feel like in a few months.

“Gonna’ cum inside you baby, f-fuck….i cant wait to see you get nice and round f’ me. Your belly all swollen with my kids.” he growled, a switch inside him flipping. He pulled out until just the tip remained inside and without warning slammed his hips into yours.

You screamed as you felt your tummy tightening. Your hands gripped his thick biceps as his balls slapped against your ass. The bed began to creak with each thrust of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall, sure to leave a dint.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. D-Don’t stop!” You whimpered as the knot in your stomach came loose, your cream leaking around the base of his cock as you came.

“Yeah? Right there baby? Right, fucking, there?” Jake growled, accentuating each word as he felt your pussy clench, watching as you orgasmed.

He leant down to bite your neck, hard, as he came. His hot, sticky ropes of cum filling your cunt to the brim, leaking out of your pussy before he was even finished emptying his load. His hips stuttered, groaning as he pulled out, resting his soft cock against your pussy lips.

His lips met your chest, then your throat and cheeks, your forehead, anywhere he could reach.

“You look so pretty like this, my cum leaking down your thighs. Can’t wait to see you carry my babies, makin’ me a real daddy. You’re gonna’ be such a good mommy. There’s nobody in the world i love more than you, sweetheart.”

He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach before resting his head against you. Almost like he was listening for a heartbeat that wasn’t even there yet.

You couldn’t tell if that last sentence was directed towards you, or the little bean soon to become the light of both your lives.

[ronearoundblindly]

omg not me freaking out that i am part of the group that gets bait gifs! FRIENDS!!!!!!! i'm fine. i'm chill. don't leave me!

This took me a minute to figure out what I wanted Sir Dorksalot to have done that was sketchy enough to have him make this face...

Watch The Fish, Jake Jensen x reader headcanon wholeass fic in bullet format because my god this got long

Warnings for mentions of masturbation and porn, accidental then totally intentional voyeurism, awkward and oblivious!Jake--so just Jake, yeah?--and smutty implications...

🥹 roommates to lovers 😊

you rent a pretty large house maybe even with one or two others at first, but they move out

jake has to use it as a crashpad sometimes because he'll be away for so long at a time, but he pays rent and the entire electrical & internet bill no matter what

you keep a fish tank in the living room

after jake comes back from months in hiding abroad away, he gets so excited to be home and spend time with his niece that he hosts an after-game pizza party for her soccer team

someone practices headbutting the ball inside and nearly topples the tank

jake catches the whole thing with his broad arm-span and a decent amount of strength just in time when it wobbles the whole table beneath it. his heart nearly stopped, and he's so grateful the glass didn't break. thank god you weren't home.

however, you insist on moving the fish to your room instead once he tells you.

jake's a little sad to see them go. he pouts so much you decide to take pity on him, buying a web cam to mount beside the tank so jake can watch them whenever he wants. he loves to do voices for each one, personalities, soap-opera-like dramatic storylines, the works

as an aside you ask him if the sound can be turned off on the camera. jake says yeah but he mostly means he can turn it to mute on his computer.

which he does, for the record, but he has to remember to do it each time he pulls up the feed of da fishies. honestly, half the time he's wearing headphones and the other half you aren't home while he puts the Marauders (because there's just one fat one) onto his third monitor for background.

so he forgets that the sound is on and a thing he might need to avoid

weeks later, maybe months, jake finally removes his headphones after a very long stint of coding, completely unaware of what time it is and that you are home in your room

at first, jake is dead convinced that some porn ad has popped up in a window behind his work, something he would go apeshit about and ransomware bomb the shit out of whoever wrote such slippery spam

the fish are peaceful as ever, blooping away whilst jake frantically closes program after program trying to find the hot chick moaning on his desktop...until it's all closed and the buzzing remains though his tower's fan stopped...then the squelching noise starts

jake is frozen in place, looking away from the fish like they're the damn problem, but he doesn't cut the feed

he...he shouldn't

he should turn it off or just mute it like he promised

and he tries

he tries really hard, gang

it's the cursor's fault that it hits the command to send the audio to his bluetooth headphones instead of mute

and he sets the headphones down on the keyboard, gnawing on his bottom lip and watching his closed bedroom door in anticipation of...getting caught, maybe? he's not sure

he watches the fish putter around like it's no big deal

which it isn't, right?

you're human. he's human. humans have urges. they touch themselves--they touch each other, too--and there's no harm in that. if anything...jake encourages it, or he would...if you knew that he knew about this

the noises are so faint from the itty bitty speakers two feet from his face, but he doesn't pick them up, still debating what to do

because there's a big difference between what jake should do in this situation and what he wants to do

he mutes audio and then cuts off the livestream

at least, that's what he did the first time it happened

he knows he's a perv. jake can't help it.

it becomes a game of sorts. it's like practice recon for learning a target's routine. not that jake needs practice at the job he already fucking has but that's how his brain justifies laying on his own bed in the glow of the fish tank feed with his headphones turned way up

he knows your bed is on the other side of your room from when he moved the fish tank in

he knows what your underwear look like from the laundry room downstairs

he knows what you smell like from the shared bathroom and the products lining your shelf

he now knows there's a bottle of toy cleaner in one of your sink drawers

and he shouldn't but he absolutely touches himself listening to you, fists himself when you're fucking a toy he imagines six-shapes-to-Sunday, teases himself when all you're doing is breathing softly from across the whole house and he's cold and covered in cum by the end

to be fair, jake hates himself because of all this, but he is now mildly addicted

he doesn't even exit out of the livestream anymore. it just stays up on his monitor like a screensaver, but he doesn't realize that once he takes his headphones out of range, the audio transfers to his speakers again

so jake goes on a mission for a few days, and at some point while you are cleaning up your room, playing music, you find two pairs of jake's socks in your load of clean laundry and go to toss them in his room...where the same music you're listening to way down the hall is playing...in sync...

you're horrified and then embarrassed and then quickly realized it might mean nothing

you have to test if it means something

jake returns from his mission on complete autopilot

just so damn tired

throws down his duffle on top of some socks he doesn't remember leaving out and just hits the shower for a long, long time

he hasn't talked to you yet

he hasn't even seen you except your car is home and your door is shut

he goes about his business

the volume on his speakers isn't high but he hears you speaking and assumes you're on the phone

he pays it no mind. he is glad to be home, glad you're fine since he's just been in a part of the world where most people are not safe.

in a weird sort of way, he feels he's earned the mundane sort of comfort that comes from "the same ol'" of this house

he's wiped out, so he crawls into bed with his headphones immediately, hair barely toweled dry, not bothering with boxers because...why make more laundry?

and then the worst thing happens

there's a man's voice coming through his headphones, and jake scowls in frustration and rage

did you go and get a fucking boyfriend? in a couple of days? or goddamnit is this some tinder shit in his home right now?

but it only gets worse

he can hardly contain himself, what with the gagging sounds and this dude telling you to take it like the whore you are, and JAKE WILL LITERALLY BURN THIS PLACE DOWN

now his ass is putting on clothes

now his ass is ready to riot

the sex gets more and more degrading; spanking noises and even choking, but not in a seemingly consensual way, which is when jake rips his headphones off, storms down the hall and barrels straight through your bedroom door

where...you...aren't

no one is. no you. no man.

just your laptop sitting on your desk near the fish tank, playing the money shot of a porn video he was just listening to

get the fuck out. get out. get out. his brain screams, and he bolts

he makes it three feet before stopping short

you're standing at the top of the stairs, a bowl of ice cream in hand, licking the spoon unbelievably slowly with your whole tongue

you're fucked. you're fucked. you're fucked. his brain adds helpfully.

"hey, jakey," you say with a smile. "whatcha doing?"

A/N: this cat is officially my reaction to pretty much everything because...well...it's very accurate.

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Do It For Daddy

Title: Do It For Daddy

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Prompts: Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut, requested by @bridgetina

Summary: Jake tries something new, showing you a different side of himself.

Warnings: CMNF (clothed male, naked female), Daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, pet names for Reader (pretty girl, sweet girl), squirting, forced orgasms, goatee burn, p-in-v unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, aftercare, Jake being Jake

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Your clothing, long stripped off by Jake, lays in a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed. With your hands clutching the sheets below you, you start to whine. He’s nowhere near finished with you, though. You arch your back, inhale deeply, and mewl loudly as Jake’s nimble digits and quick tongue work you through your third orgasm of the night.

While your body trembles as you come down, Jake pulls off your puffy clit and licks his lips. Removing his fingers, he makes a show of tasting the slick coating of his fingers. Using the remaining wetness, he strokes his girthy cut cock as it hangs out of his jeans, which have been pushed down below his ass. His goatee is noticeably shiny with your arousal, and you can smell it in the air.

Jake’s voice breaks through the fog of your afterglow. “Don’t get too comfortable; Daddy’s not done with you yet,” he breathes, diving to suction his lips around your sensitive nub. His fingers collect moisture from your leaking slit and dip inside your tight heat.

Your hands migrate from the sheets to Jake’s blonde-frosted tips. Opening his smokey blue eyes, you watch as he squints to focus on your face. Why he insists on taking off his glasses during sex is still a mystery to you. Doesn’t he want to see you? When you tug at his hair, he gets the hint and moves up your body while his fingers continue their assault on your core. 

He hovers over your face, his swollen lips just a millimeter away, the unmistakable smell of yourself on his breath. Licking across your lips, he teases, then devours your whimpers in a passionate kiss. His tongue tangles with yours like two bodies dancing the tango; his fingers curl upward inside of you to massage your inner bundle of nerves.

He knows your body like no other, so he isn’t surprised when your breathing quickens. He anticipates you moaning into the kiss, pulling away so he can hear your sweet noises fully. His leaky red tip drips on your hip as your legs wrap around him. Your heels digging into Jake’s ass only spurs him on more to bring you over the edge.

“Yes! You’re right there, baby. Just let go and cum for me. That’s it, pretty girl. Do it for Daddy,” he coaxes, his whispered words the last thing you hear before the dam breaks.

Your walls clamp down around his digits; he groans and works you through your fourth release. The squelch of his fingers inside you as he continues to massage your g-spot fills the room for a moment. Jake thinks you’ve had enough for now and sits back on his haunches watching you in blissful euphoria.

With one hand on his hard length, the other is free to draw lazy designs across your hip and stomach. Within a few minutes, his hand dips lower and lower until he gently cups your mound. Dragging two fingers between your lower lips elicits a strangled moan from you. You sputter a couple of words that he can barely hear.

“What was that, my sweet girl?” He leans in closer, his hardness bumping into your swollen pussy lips.

You can’t help but hiss when his balls rub against the sensitive skin left behind by goatee burn. “Please, Daddy. Can’t take anymore,” you plead.

A shit-eating grin spreads across his face; clearly, he is happy with himself. “I told you, you would eventually start begging,” he purrs, tilting his head. “But I think you can take more.” He reaches for the lube on the bed, pouring a generous amount into his hand. Coating his cock in the sticky substance, he lines up with your entrance and pushes in slowly to allow you to get used to his intrusion.

Canting his hips, he slides out until just the tip remains, then thrusts in fully. He groans deeply and doesn’t waste any time fucking into you. Holding your hips in an iron grip, he pistons into you. Taking you apart from the inside out, he revels in the vision of your eyes rolling back in your head as your climax nears.

Jake’s hand moves from your hip to your clit as his thumb rubs the engorged button. The mixture of clitoral and vaginal stimulation has you speaking in tongues before long. When you hit your peak, you feel like you’ve never been higher. Stars explode behind your eyelids, and you can’t stop the sounds from escaping your mouth. When you try to cover your mouth, Jake tsks at you, and you know he wants to hear you, so you oblige him.

He fucks you, long and deep, hitting the right spot over and over until you gush down his cock and balls. As your wetness soaks the front of his jeans and the hem of his shirt, Jake grunts as he continues to pound into you. 

Soon enough, his hips stutter and he pushes in fully as his pulsing cock paints your walls in thick, milky ropes. He lets out a few expletives and tips his head back, tilting his head from side to side. Dipping his chin down, he catches his breath until he softens and slips free from your sore snatch. He watches as his jizz leaks from your thoroughly-used hole, then leans forward to rest the side of his face on your stomach. 

Your hands find their way into his sweat-soaked hair while you both come down from your highs. Once he can move his legs again, Jake stands and waddles to the bathroom, pants around his ankles. You hear him turn on the faucet for the bathtub. When he returns, pants worn correctly this time, he grabs his glasses from the nightstand. Turning to you, he picks you up and brings you to the tub, even though you halfheartedly protest.

You’re surrounded by lavender-scented bubbles, and Jake is eerily quiet while washing your neck and back. It’s only when you reach for his hand that he speaks. 

“So, hypothetically speaking, if you were to give this particular sexual experience a grade from one to ten—one, being the worst ever, and ten, being ‘dear God, please can we do that again’, what would you give it?”

You turn to look at him, sloshing the bath water a bit. You put a wet hand against his cheek and smiled lovingly before slapping him on the forehead. “Are you serious, dweeb? You made me squirt, and you must ask if I liked it?” Your eyebrows couldn’t possibly raise any higher on your forehead.

The gears turn in his head as he nods quickly. “Well, I ask because that was the hottest thing I have ever done in my entire life, and if there is even a hint of something that you didn’t like, I will change it immediately. I want to make sure that I’m doing it right.”

You grab him by the chin and bring him in for a kiss, then you pull back to look into his eyes. You think about starting this huge monologue on why he shouldn’t focus on ‘getting it right’, but instead paying attention to the experience itself. But your brain has been well and truly fucked out, and words are hard. So, instead, you settle on keeping it short, sweet, and to the point. “11 out of 10; would recommend,” you giggle, splashing water on him.

His face lights up, and a pink hue dusts his cheeks. You sense his confidence level rising with that little ego boost. Thinking of when he first brought up this scenario and how he stuttered and fought to get the words out is a pleasant memory. Your sweet nerdy boy is finally giving into his kinky side, and all you can do is daydream about the next dirty thought that comes to his mind.

A/N: This is the first time I have written Jake Jensen and boy, did I enjoy this manboy. I was nervous about the Daddy kink. I just didn’t think Jake would be a “calls himself Daddy” type. But, uh, I was wrong haha.

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Nothing Has Changed - 11

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

Author Note: So... I wrote the story outline until the ending. I didn't expect the story to turn dark. Prepare yourself.

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The next morning, you arrived at the hotel ready to tackle your workload. As you approached your office, you noticed something unusual—the door was locked. You jiggled the handle, hoping it was a mistake, but it remained stubbornly closed.

Your mind immediately went to Lydia. She was the only one who could have done this.

Finding Lydia in her office room, her expression cold and authoritative. “I own this business. I can do whatever I want. Starting today, you’re banned from this place,” she declared, her voice dripping with disdain.

You didn’t want to push the issue any further. With a resigned sigh, you decided to leave. As you left the hotel, you noticed several employees watching you, their whispers barely concealed.

Natasha, in particular, seemed to revel in your discomfort. She left the front desk, a cup of tea in hand, her lips curved into a smug smile headed to Lydia's office. From the window, Lydia looked on with a satisfied gleam in her eye.

“I thought she’d never leave,” Natasha said, her voice tinged with malice as she handed a cup of tea to Lydia.

Lydia took the cup with a sense of triumph, savoring the sweet aroma of victory that seemed to emanate from the tea. She took a deliberate sip, her gaze never leaving Natasha.

“But your son…” Natasha began, a hint of concern slipping into her tone.

Mentioning Bucky caused Lydia to flinch visibly. She paused, her hand momentarily tightening around her cup. After a moment’s hesitation, she replied curtly, “He won’t dare go against his own mother.”

With that, Lydia reached into her purse and pulled out a thick wad of cash. Natasha’s eyes widened with greed as she watched the stack of bills being unfurled.

Lydia handed the money to Natasha with a smug smile. “Here’s your compensation. And my gesture of thanks for encouraging me to come back,” she said, her tone dismissive.

Natasha’s excitement was palpable as she counted the money, her eyes sparkling with approval. “Anything for you,” she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm as she slipped the cash into her own pocket.

Lydia, watching with a smug satisfaction, raised her cup in a mock toast towards Natasha. “I appreciate your loyalty. It’s good to know who I can count on,” Lydia said, her voice laced with a hint of scorn. She took another slow, deliberate sip of her tea, savoring the moment.

Natasha beamed, her earlier indifference melting away in the face of the cash and Lydia’s praise. “Just doing what needs to be done,” she replied, her voice now dripping with sycophancy. She glanced at Lydia, her expression a mix of adoration and cunning.

The atmosphere between them was thick with unspoken power plays and veiled hostility. Lydia’s gaze was cold and calculating, while Natasha's expression was a careful blend of eagerness and submission.

As Natasha finished tucking the money away, Lydia dismissed her with a curt wave of her hand. “You’re free to go. I’ve got other matters to attend to.”

Natasha nodded enthusiastically and quickly exited, eager to be out of Lydia’s presence and out of reach of any further demands.

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While driving home, you mulled over the strange intensity of Lydia's hatred. It was bewildering to you; you had barely interacted with her during your time in town. Arriving at home, you saw Tom emerging from the house, his jacket buttoned up against the chill.

“Why are you back so early?” Tom asked, his eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“The owner fired me,” you replied tersely, the frustration clear in your voice.

“The owner?” Tom’s confusion melted into understanding as he added, “Oh, her.”

“Where are you going?” you asked, noting the determined set of his jaw.

“To the hospital. Just a routine check-up,” Tom said nonchalantly.

Since Tom had first told you about his cancer diagnosis, you hadn’t accompanied him to any appointments. “I’ll go with you,” you offered, surprising both yourself and him.

Tom’s eyes widened with disbelief. “Are you sure?”

You nodded firmly. “Yes, I want to.”

Tom was taken aback by your sudden willingness. The drive to the hospital was silent, and as you arrived, you couldn’t help but notice how the place looked somewhat run-down.

The building seemed outdated, starkly contrasting to the well-maintained hospitals you were used to in the city. The thought of cancer patients being treated here didn’t sit well with you.

When Harlan was still alive and fighting his own battle, you had seen him seek out the best care, no matter where it was. You knew that even in a small town, the facilities for treating cancer should be better than this.

In the waiting area, you turned to your father, concern etched on your face. “Do you want to get a second opinion in the city? I know some excellent doctors.”

Tom waved off your concern with a dismissive gesture. “It’s alright. The hospital might look old now, but they’re planning to build a new one later this year.”

“How do you know?” you asked, a hint of skepticism in your voice.

“Bucky mentioned it. His contractor business is handling the construction,” Tom explained.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re really close to him.”

“He’s like a son I never had,” Tom said, a wistful note in his voice.

The words hung between you, creating an unexpected silence. Tom’s face flushed with sudden regret as he slapped his hand against his forehead. “I’m such a stupid dad with a stupid mouth. Urgh!”

For a moment, you felt a pang of understanding. Your father’s attempt to express his feelings, even if it was awkward, revealed a deeper truth. He had always been a good father, but it was clear now that there was a part of him that longed for a different kind of connection.

Your lack of reaction made Tom uneasy. He fidgeted with his jacket, unsure of how to bridge the gap he had unintentionally created. The awkwardness hung heavy, but there was also a sense of clarity—both for you and for him.

Before you could further explore the tension, a nurse appeared, her clipboard in hand. “Dr. Stark is ready to see you,” she announced with a professional smile.

As you and Tom entered the examination room, you were met by Dr. Tony Stark. His presence was immediately striking—his demeanor was confident and his tailored suit spoke of someone accustomed to high stakes and high standards.

“Tom!” Tony greeted warmly, extending a firm handshake. His gaze then shifted to you, and his eyebrows arched in recognition. “You look just like her.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

Tony’s smile faltered slightly as he adjusted his glasses, seemingly surprised by his own slip. “Pardon me. I went to the same school as your mother,” he explained, his tone softening with a touch of nostalgia. He then gestured towards Tom. “He’s a lucky guy.”

Tom’s face turned a shade of red as he shifted uncomfortably. The mention of his past made him awkward, but he managed a sheepish smile.

Tony proceeded to discuss Tom’s medical condition with a mix of professionalism and empathy. He reviewed Tom’s file, made some notes, and prescribed additional medication. His calm and methodical approach seemed to put Tom at ease, though you remained unsettled by the hospital’s overall atmosphere.

It seemed outdated and not up to the standards you were accustomed to, and you resolved to find a better facility for your father as soon as possible.

As Tony wrapped up the consultation, you noticed a framed photograph on the wall. It was an old, slightly blurred image of a football celebration. The focus was hazy, but one figure stood out clearly in the foreground—your mother. She was dressed in a cheerleader’s outfit, her smile radiant. What caught your attention was that she was hugging another man, someone whose build and presence made it clear he wasn’t your father.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Tony’s voice startled you. You turned to find him standing just behind you, his gaze fixed on the photo with an unreadable expression.

You were taken aback, the shock evident on your face. “Why is that photo here?”

Tony’s eyes softened, revealing a trace of sadness or perhaps regret. “That’s from a time when things were simpler, and people were less complicated,” he said quietly. “She was something special.”

Tom, standing beside you, remained silent but his expression mirrored the quiet turmoil you felt. Seeing him like this brought back memories of your own experiences with bullying—times when you had felt isolated and out of place. It was a stark reminder of how the past could linger, shaping the present in ways you might not fully understand.

As you prepared to leave the examination room, the weight of the discovery pressed heavily on you. The photo, Tony’s unexpected comments, and Tom’s uneasy demeanor contributed to a growing disquiet. You resolved to dig deeper into the hospital’s practices and to ensure that your father received the care he deserved.

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After the unsettling encounter with Dr. Stark, you drove Tom back home, your mind still spinning from the encounter. You needed answers, so you headed to the library. The small-town library, with its dusty shelves and musty smell, seemed like the perfect place to uncover secrets from the past.

In the dimly lit library, you pored over old newspapers, your fingers flipping through brittle pages. You were searching for any mention of a high school football game or related events. Given the town’s size, there had to be some story that linked to your mother and the people around her.

Hours passed as you sifted through countless articles. Finally, you came across a collection of photographs from a high school football game. Your mother was there, among the cheering crowd.

She looked radiant, her smile bright, and her cheerleader uniform vibrant. She was surrounded by a group of familiar faces—Dr. Stark, Mr. Rogers, and others all look close and friendly.

But what caught your eye was a man standing next to her. Her arm was draped around his neck, and his arm was wrapped around her waist. They looked incredibly close.

He had the same distinctive eyebrows, nose, and hairstyle as someone you knew. Your heart raced as you squinted at the faded image. The man’s name was Alex Morris.

A cold shiver ran down your spine as you connected the dots. Alex Morris was Lydia Barnes' husband and Bucky's father.

It dawned on you why Lydia had harbored such animosity toward you—because Alex Morris was your mother’s ex-boyfriend. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

Just as the weight of this revelation settled on you, Jake Jensen unexpectedly appeared, "Boo!!"

His sudden presence made you gasp, startling you so much that you let out a small scream. This attracted disapproving shushes from other library patrons.

“I'm sorry,” Jake said, his voice low, “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“In a library?” you said, still clutching your chest from the shock. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a quieter section of the library, away from prying eyes and ears.

Once you were hidden among the quiet bookshelves, you pointed a finger at Jake. “You owe me.”

Jake looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I know what you did that led to me being bullied by that mean girls’ group,” you said, your voice steady but filled with accusation.

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize the impact it had.”

“I’m not interested in your apology,” you said, crossing your arms and fixing him with a stern look. “Not unless you do something for me first.”

Jake’s expression shifted from confusion to apprehension. “What do I need to do?”

“You need to get your mother to spill what she knows about my mother and Alex Morris,” you demanded. “She’s the town’s biggest gossip, and I need to know everything she’s heard.”

Jake was taken aback, clearly caught off guard by your request. He looked at you, his face a mix of guilt and hesitation. “You really want to dig into all this?”

You nodded firmly. “Yes. I need to understand what happened and why Lydia Barnes hates me. I’m counting on you to get me those answers.”

Jake looked like he was struggling to process your demand. Finally, he nodded slowly, a mix of resignation and resolve in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. This was the first step toward unraveling the secrets shadowing your life.

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a helping hand

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** friends to lovers, handjob, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that), jake has a big dick, my lame attempts at humor. please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: SURPRISE!! this is honestly so silly. and filthy. i wrote it in a frenzy last night after the idea randomly came to me. keep in mind it's all based off the vague info i have about him. i probably took a lot of liberties. it wasn't planned for my first jakey fic to be this, but oh well lmao! any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated :) xo

❀ part two

With an exaggerated, put-upon sigh, you gesture vaguely at Jake to stand and say, “Alright, let me see it.”

“What?” Jake asks, brows furrowed so deeply you worry he’ll get a migraine.

“You’re being awfully dramatic about this, so I need to see what all the fuss is about,” you calmly explain, though still skeptical.

Jake had showed up at your apartment with a look of pure despair, ranting about how yet another hookup went south when they took their clothes off and his would-be partner saw his cock for the first time. Said they almost begged him to leave and take his monster with him.

Surely his dick can’t be that big, right?

Jake hesitates, watching you warily as he contemplates, but then he sighs heavily and he rises to his feet, grumbling as he unbuttons and lowers the zip on his jeans. His thumbs curl under the waistband of both the jeans and his underwear before he unceremoniously shoves them down to mid-thigh. And then there’s only silence that follows.

You blink. You stare. You blink again.

Jake shifts his weight on his feet, settling his hands on his hips awkwardly.

Finally, you find your voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you wheeze, your voice tight and airy as you struggle to remember how to inhale.

Jake groans, covering his face mournfully. “I told you!” he wails. “It’s too big! And I know, I know—boohoo woe is me I have a big dick—but listen, this is literally a big fucking problem. I’m going crazy here. It’s just not the same with only my hands!”

Probably because not even both of your hands can cover your gigantic fucking penis, you think to yourself, but thankfully, do not say aloud. And, alright, maybe you’re exaggerating just a little, but Jake is still easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. Like, leaps and bounds bigger. The length of it isn't overly scary or anything, it's just… thick, and veiny, has the slightest curve to it.

And the thing is, you really shouldn’t be so surprised. In general, Jake himself is… big. He’s tall, and broad, and his hands are works of fucking art with his long fingers and wide palms, and his thighs—Jesus, fuck, his thighs. They deserve sonnets alone, just for how sculpted and muscled they are. Even Jake’s pecs are big. And you’re normally not a tit person, but Jake’s? You’ve cupped and squeezed and fondled them probably too many times to be appropriate.

The point is, though, that Jake is fucking hot. You have always thought so, in an offhand kind of way, like, a passing observation. Jake is also sweet and attentive, always periodically checking in on each person in his friend group, always willing to offer advice or a listening ear. He’s incredibly smart while also endearingly dumb about so much. He never asks for help with anything because he doesn’t want to be a burden, no matter how many times he’s told he could never be. So you’re pretty sure that Jake has used up all of his courage and vulnerability by coming to you with his problem. And you are flummoxed as to why he chose you, but you will not let this opportunity pass you by.

“Jake,” you start after a slight pause, “I have lube, patience, and willpower.”

And Jake says, “Huh?”

Which is fair, to be honest.

“Can you, um, put your dick away so I can think properly?” you ask after delicately clearing your throat.

Jake flushes and hastily obeys before taking his spot on the couch again.

You shift to face him fully, taking in his pink cheeks and inability to meet your gaze, and you feel bad for being so blunt, for speaking before thinking.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “I just wasn't… You know.” You wave your hand around in a way that you hope says, I wasn't expecting you to have the most perfect cock I've ever seen, when your mind blanks on how to continue.

Then again, maybe it's a good thing you couldn't figure out a way to say that verbally.

You clear your throat again. “What I was trying to say is that, um, maybe I could help you?”

Jake tilts his head. “Help me?” he repeats.

“Yeah, you know, like,” you say, licking your lips, “I could lend a hand. So to speak.”

It only takes a split second for him to understand what you're saying. His eyes widen, round like saucers behind his glasses, ears now burning a bright red as he sputters.

“What? You're offering to—no, that's. No, you're not—this isn't what I—fuck, I think I’m gonna pass out,” he stammers breathlessly, and honestly, he is starting to look a bit lightheaded. He shakes himself, closing his eyes, then takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly.

You quietly wait for him to gather himself, almost wishing you hadn't said anything. Almost, but not really, not enough to try to take it back.

Finally, he blinks his eyes open and turns to you. “I didn't come here expecting you to–to help me with my… problem.”

“Jakey,” you say on an exhale, smiling. “I know that. I offered because I wanted to.”

“But why?” he questions, bewildered.

You purse your lips, glancing up at the ceiling as you think about your response carefully this time. “Because you're one of my best friends, and you're hurting, in a way. I know it's not like, the worst thing in the world to just get off with your own hands, but I feel like getting shot down at the last minute every time you go to have sex can't be good for you mentally, either.”

Jake shifts his gaze to his lap then, mouth twisting into something disappointed, and that just confirms what you've said. He's started taking this to heart, beating himself up over something entirely out of his control. Sure, you wanna get your hands, mouth, and everything else on his dick, but a guy like Jake deserves to be brought to orgasm by someone else.

“Think of it as a favor,” you try, quietly, nudging his arm.

Swallowing roughly, he meets your eyes, searching. “Are you sure?” he asks after a long pause.

You reach out and grab his hand, twining your fingers with his. “I’m sure.” When he still hesitates, you squeeze his hand lightly. “You can say no, Jake.”

“No.” You start to pull away, and then he shakes his head quickly, holding on to you tighter. “No, I mean—I don't want to say no. I'm just. I'm a little nervous.”

His confession breaks your heart a little more. On the surface, this problem isn't all that serious, but underneath it all, Jake is craving connection. You’ll make sure he leaves your apartment more than satisfied.

“If at any point, for any reason, you want to stop then we’ll stop,” you promise.

He finally smiles, small and lopsided, and nods in agreement. You stand up, tugging him to rise with you and struggling to lift all that muscle mass.

“Come on,” you instruct, “let's go to my bedroom. We’ll have more space there.”

Silently, he follows you to your room, palm clammy against yours. The sun is shining through your windows, beams landing directly on your bed like some kind of spotlight. You let go of Jake’s hand to quickly shove your comforter to the foot of your bed then climb onto it.

“C’mere,” you murmur when you see him hovering unsurely beside the bed, patting the space between your legs.

First, Jake makes quick work of the button and zip on his jeans, before knee-walking to where you indicated. You both settle on the mattress, your back to the headboard and Jake getting comfortable against your chest and into the cradle of your spread thighs. The position really highlights your size difference, almost comically, and you have to swallow down all the things you want to say or sounds that threaten to escape.

Jake already has his jeans back down around his knees and quickly wiggles his underwear down to get his dick out. He’s jittery, his movements stilted and awkward, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“Relax, Jakey,” you softly instruct, reaching up to squeeze at his shoulders comfortingly. “It’s just me. I’m here to help, okay?”

“Right,” Jake replies on an exhale, nodding, “okay. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Your lips quirk slightly. “Good. I’m gonna touch you now, alright?”

“Okay,” Jake murmurs.

You hear him swallow, see his fists clench and unclench where they’re resting beside his thighs. Tentatively, as if not to startle him, you move your hands to Jake’s hips, petting over the exposed skin there. You hear Jake’s breath hitch then, so you keep going. You trail your fingers down the tops of Jake’s thighs, into the crease where they meet his groin and back up, just a touch higher than before, and you repeat the motion a few times until you’ve worked the hem of Jake’s shirt up to give you better access to his torso.

Slowly, Jake sinks further and further into your embrace, getting heavier and heavier the more you touch him. You are quietly loving the weight of him, the way his head is starting to loll and his eyelids beginning to flutter. You watch Jake bite his lip when you finally tease closer to his hardening cock, running your fingernails lightly across the trimmed hair above it.

You raise one of your hands, palm up, with a soft, “Jake,” as instruction.

He blinks down at your hand for a second, dazed, and then he’s carefully holding your hand and bringing it up to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your palm. You feel your face grow hot as you hide your smile in Jake’s shoulder, though you’re positive he can feel it anyway.

“Jakey,” you say again, painfully endeared, “I meant for you to, you know, get my hand wet.”

“Oh.” He huffs a little at himself, but he doesn’t hesitate to bring your hand back up to his mouth and drag his tongue across your open palm.

Now it’s your turn for your breath to catch in your throat, locking every part of your body so you don't make any sudden movements or do something stupid. That gets more difficult to avoid when Jake, after thoroughly licking all over your hand, tops it all off by gathering the remaining saliva in his mouth, makes you cup your hand and then spits into it. For a split second, you think you’re about to come, which would be mortifying, so you’re glad when you’re able to reign in your hormones and offer a small thank you so you can get back to the task at hand. Literally.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you finally allow yourself to look over Jake’s shoulder, and honestly, you could weep at the sight before you. Jake’s cock is fully hard now, lying against his toned stomach, looking more intimidating than ever. Somehow his cock seems bigger, and thicker too. Your mouth waters, but you tell yourself to focus.

With your dry hand, you lift Jake’s cock, holding him at the base while you bring your other hand down to curl around the head. Jake gasps lightly, but otherwise stays still and quiet, at least until you begin stroking him. Slow and steady, you drag your hand down to the base of Jake’s cock, then add a little more pressure on the upstroke. Jake makes a punched out kind of sound, his knees jerking up slightly before settling back in place. A thrill rushes through you, powerful and giddy at the thought of Jake being at your mercy, of being the one to pull out even these tiny reactions. It makes you want to see just how loud you can make him. For now, though, you continue your steady pace, feeling more than hearing Jake’s sigh when you use your free hand to start touching him everywhere you can reach again.

What’s dangerous about this is that you could get used to it. You’re pretty sure you already are, and that could spell disaster for you, because you’re just supposed to be helping him out. This is only supposed to be offering Jake some relief after being unable to get off with a partner, to give him pleasure that isn’t by his own hands. You press your lips together and speed up your stroking, just a smidge, squeeze a bit more around the head and dig your thumb into Jake’s slit.

“Oh,” he utters, head falling back to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed tight and hips twitching up into your touch, chasing the feeling.

“Does it feel good, Jakey?” you boldly ask.

Jake nods and hums. “So good,” he affirms. He moves his hands to grip your knees as he adds, “Being so good to me, sweetheart.”

And, well. Fuck. You've been trying to pretend your pussy isn't wetter than it's been in a long while, but his words have you wishing you could close your thighs for some much needed friction. Subtly, you try to shift your hips and all it does is make you more frustrated. You let out a huff, breath fanning out against Jake’s neck. He shivers against you and you pause. Your lack of movement makes him whine, low and pleading, and it jolts you back into action.

Dragging your gaze down the line of his throat only makes you want to put your mouth on it, see if you can get him to shiver again. You peek at his face and see his eyes are still closed. Softly, so soft, you lean in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, and the way he responds is beautiful.

He whimpers, tilts his head back further to give you more room, his hips bucking up into your hold as you continue stroking him at a rhythmic pace. And you really can't say no to that kind of invitation. So, sufficiently sure that he doesn't mind it, you press even more kisses into his skin, trailing them up and down his neck and shoulder, as far as you can reach. The kisses turn wet, your tongue flicking out to taste him. Jake’s stomach muscles clench, and you quicken the pace of your hand up a bit, mouthing sloppily up his neck to his ear.

“Don't know how anyone could refuse you,” you mutter, your own breathing getting heavier to match his. “How can anyone look at your cock and not want to sit on it, Jakey? It doesn't make sense.”

He groans, planting his feet on the mattress so he has better leverage to thrust up into your fist, panting and letting out needy sounds.

“God, Jake,” you whine. You suck and bite a mark on his throat, pulling away once you're happy with it. “I bet you would feel perfect inside me,” you confess in a whisper.

“Stop,” he pants, and you let go of him in an instant, stomach dropping.

Before you can start to panic too much, Jake clumsily shifts around until he's on his haunches facing you, flushed all the way down his chest, eyes blazing behind his frames. You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, but then he's gripping you under your knees and yanking. You fall flat on your back with a startled yelp and Jake is there to swallow the sound, kissing you like it's his lifeline. A moan rips its way out of your chest, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

He breaks the kiss, glasses askew, to ask, “Can I please fuck you?”

Any other time you'd snort at the politeness of such a vulgar question, but at the moment all you can do is nod, roughly tugging at his shirt until he gets the hint and removes it, almost knocking his glasses off entirely. It lands somewhere on the floor, along with his jeans and underwear a second later. You squirm once you see his body fully naked, core throbbing in need to have it against you, on top of you.

“You too,” he murmurs, reaching for your shorts.

You lift your hips to help him, biting your lip at the way he curses when he realizes you aren’t wearing panties. With a grin, you surprise him further by taking off your t-shirt and reveal you're also not wearing a bra.

“Would it totally ruin the moment if I say I’ve wanted this for way too long?” he wonders, eyes raking over your body, his hands joining soon after.

You smile softly and shake your head. “Not at all.” He returns your smile, but yours eases into something mischievous. “But what will ruin the moment is if you don't get your fingers in me to get me ready for your big cock.”

Jake’s smile drops. “Fuck,” he says with feeling.

To incentivize him, you spread your legs, hand tracing a path down to where you're dripping. He watches with blown pupils and a slack jaw. When you hum as your fingers lightly glide down your slit, he snaps into focus. He knocks your hand away to replace it with his own. You sigh at the touch of his calluses on your sensitive skin, tilting your hips up and moaning when he finally sinks one finger inside you.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to want to waste time, thrusting his finger steadily. You've never appreciated how long his fingers are more than you are at this very moment. He works you up to three of them much too fast for your liking, but you understand the urgency he’s feeling, and you can't really deny that you're feeling it too.

“That's good, Jake, c’mon, please get in me already,” you beg, shifting restlessly.

“Shit,” he breathes, “okay, yeah, let me just—”

He shuffles closer, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down your slit, the head catching on your opening, making you whine. He curses under his breath some more and starts pushing in. Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, brows furrowing deeply as he splits you open on his cock. When he bottoms out, you let out a sharp exhale that hitches in your chest, while Jake’s chest is heaving like he's run a marathon.

“So tight,” he mutters.

“So—” You hiccup through a desperate sob. “So big, oh my god, Jakey, baby, please move, I need you to move.”

His chin drops to his chest with a pained sounding groan, but he listens. He draws his hips back, cock dragging deliciously out of you, before he thrusts back in. You're not sure you've stopped making noise since he started pulling out, high and needy and hungry pleas for more, and he's barely even gotten started.

Every sensation feels dialed up to a million. You're not sure sex has ever been like this for you; like your skin is on fire, like you can feel your pulse throb through every limb, through every single finger and toe, but especially in your clit. Your nipples even feel more sensitive than usual as they brush against his chest. Your body is positively singing with pleasure.

And Jake… Oh, that sweet, precious man is in heaven. You know you're tight around him, warm and wet, the perfect place to fuck into, and now that he's finally getting what he's wanted he's not holding back. He's fucking you like he’s gonna be graded on it after. His hips slam into yours and he can't stop making noises of his own. Grunts, soft gasps, neverending praise over how you feel, how he's so happy this is happening, how he's never going to stop fucking you.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his back, dragging all the way down until you flatten your palms on his ass and squeeze. His thrusting falters for a second, but he finds his rhythm again quickly, dropping to his elbows so that he's even closer. He kisses along your collarbones, nipping at the base of your throat before sucking at the spot harshly. You moan brokenly and clutch at him tighter.

“Left my mark on you, too,” he declares, kissing the bruise he’s made, then kisses you properly, tongue sliding across yours and dipping into your mouth.

You're not sure how much longer you can hold back from touching your clit, your need ratcheting higher and higher, but you know Jake is right there with you. He's pounding into you roughly now, chasing his climax with determination. Reaching down, you swipe your fingers through your slick and use it to rub your clit, a whimper escaping you when you tighten around him from the added stimulation. Jake growls and speeds up some, hitching one of your legs up his side. It changes the angle just enough that he's hitting that spot inside you that has you crying out, a long warble of his name, fingers quickening their pace on your clit.

“Yeah, that's it,” he encourages. “Please, come for me. Come on, baby, let me see it, wanna watch you fall apart.”

All of your breath gets trapped in your lungs as warmth pools in your core and bursts outward, your pussy fluttering and clamping down on his cock. Your body shivers through your climax, thighs trembling unceasingly as Jake groans and fucks you harder, three, four more times before stilling. He comes with a loud moan, grinding inside you as he rides it out.

After a moment, he collapses on top of you. You grunt at his weight, but smile tiredly at your ceiling, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel him press a kiss on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

That makes you giggle, which in turn makes you clench and has Jake whining since he's still buried inside you. Gingerly, he pulls out, both of you hissing at the sensation. He runs a tender finger along the outside of your opening.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, concerned.

“No, baby,” you whisper.

He meets your gaze then, hopeful, still flushed with exertion and glasses slightly foggy. “Baby?”

You hum with a grin. “Yes. My big, beefy baby,” you tease. “I’m keeping you all to myself now.”

“You know, I think I just might be okay with that,” he replies, beaming in a way that puts the sunlight through your window to shame.

[eccentricallygothic]

Thought about doing homework with College Daddy!Jake Jensen while trying to focus on my own today because I always think about him while doing it… 

Warning(s): Cock warming, denial, Daddy!Jake Jensen, ddlg, m!dom, f!sub, unprotected p-in-v, Jake is older, allusions to dacryphilia, power imbalance, brat taming. MDNI. 

-> “Daddy, please!” A whine croaked out of your parched throat as your back tried to arch but was restricted its need due to Jake’s heavy arm that lay coiled around your waist. 

-> “Be a good girl, honey” the vibration of the senior’s vocal cords drilled into your skin from how his face was slotted into the junction of your neck and shoulder, the hair on his chin tickling your tender flesh.

-> “B- But I can’t focus when you’re… you– hng!” You let out another throaty grumble when his cock twitched deep inside your velvet cavern.

-> “Or, maybe…” He was literally distracted by the characters on his screen as he typed away commands on the programming software with a nonchalance that made you want to cry. “You’re just a lazy little brat” there was something about the casual dismissiveness with which he treated your worked up form; how relaxed he seemed while you had to bite down on your textbook to hold back your tears.

-> You poutily winced before uneasily attempting to shift from where you sat atop his muscular thighs. 

-> But his hold on you was too firm.

-> “Daddy!” You tried to chide but all that came out was a pathetic little plea.

-> “Behave yourself, baby” your pussy blinked around his mighty girth that your poor hole had been forced to swallow to the brim when Jake had sat your procrastinating ass down by grabbing your loitering form with one easy stretch of his arm.

-> You whined and pouted to get your way.

-> Jake only tutted as he patted one of your thighs before turning your head that was trying to weaken his resolve with your pouty lips to face your own screen that had way more sparkle and colour compared to his.

-> “Tell you what, if you be a good girl…” A choked cry escaped you when he suddenly grabbed both your hips and gave you a thrust by effortlessly lifting you until only his tip was inside before stomping you down and giving you a jerk of his hips at the same time. The satin of your cavern squished against the rigid dents of his cock in the most delicious way, making you whine out again. “Daddy will consider your case, yeah?” And his manly fingers resumed their speedy typing like they had never ceased their movements in the first place.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - jake finally got time off work, and desperately needing some release, he decides to test out the strawberry shack.

warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing, slightly sub jake, creampie

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jake headed inside The Strawberry Shack, feeling slightly nervous and giddy. He desperately needed a release, and he hadn’t even been able to touch himself because of how complicated, tiring and busy the mission had been. He had heard many good things about this place, knowing the women were well looked after and treated right. Jake decided to give it a go, dressing in comfortable pants and a band t-shirt, his hair spiked and glasses perched on his nose. 

He walks toward the woman at the counter, giving her a small smile. “Hi, I uh…” Jake turns pink, clearing his throat, not exactly knowing what he wants. The woman before him smiles, telling him where to go and how much. Jake hands the money over. “Thank you!” He blushes as he walks past her, heading down the hall and into the room. He chokes on his saliva, staring wide-eyed at the many holes and women. He didn’t know where to go or who to go to. 

Jake looked around until he settled on you, noticing how his cock twitched as his gaze landed on your plump arse. You looked like a peach, a delicious juicy peach from where he was standing. Jake begins to head in your direction, practically drooling and nearly tripping as Jake continues to stare, not taking his eyes off you. He whispers gently before touching you, not wanting to startle you. “Hey, peach. I uh, this is my first time at one of these places, and I want to make sure it’s okay to touch you…” He pouts down at you, unable to stop his cock from twitching.

You giggle, feeling your heart warm as he asks. You wiggle your arse, pushing it back against his clothed cock. “Yeah, sugar. You can touch. I’m all yours for however long you need me.” You release a breath as he skims your plump cheeks with his hands before moving them to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hardened cock. Jake’s hand moves up and down as he strokes himself, swiping his tip against your soft folds. “You’re doing so good for your first time… Such a big boy.” 

Jake whimpers, feeling his eyes slip closed as he places his swollen tip against your entrance and pushes in, grunting at how tight you feel around him. “J–Jesus… You’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips and gripping yours. He’s never felt someone so tight and warm before. It was like Jake had entered heaven. He couldn’t stop the moment he slid into you, slamming his cock harder and faster into your soft cunt. “I–I can’t stop… It feels too good!” He cries out, one hand moving from your hip and slamming against the wall. Jake can feel your walls pulsating around him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

Your hands curl into the pillow beneath you, burying your face into the softness as Jake slams harder into you. You couldn’t believe you had been getting every man who knew how to bring pleasure. Your cunt throbbed at the thought, causing Jake behind you to whimper and fuck deeper into you. His mushroom tip slams into your sweet spot, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “O–oh, feels amazing…” You manage to moan out, feeling your end near as he continues to thrust into your g-spot.

Jake feels the sweat building and his balls tightening, but he doesn’t want to cum until you do. He holds back, gritting his teeth and moving his hand underneath you, locating your swollen clit and rolling it between his fingers. “Mmm…” He groans as your walls flutter around him, sagging into the bed as your juices flow out of you and all over Jake and the floor. He begins to thrust harder, shuddering when his orgasm hits and his balls empty, burying his cock deep into you and filling you with his cum. 

You sigh dreamily, eyes fluttering as he pulls out of you and groans. Jake’s eyes lock onto your cum-filled cunt, watching it leak out, dripping down your legs and onto the ground. He gently tucks his softened cock back into his pants while he catches his breath and cools down his heated cheeks. “T–thank you…” Jake shyly replies, still not as confident. “You felt… Fantastic.” He blushes again before slowly walking off with a soft goodbye and a promise to return. 

You lie there, wondering what man you will get next. 

thank you for reading!

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[bigtreefest]

Fic Rec Masterlist

*This list is constantly being edited as I read more that’s so good I feel the need to share

Fluff 💞| Smut 🔥| Angst 🧊 | ST’s Favorite 🌟

Bucky Barnes

Series

🌟An Offer by @wntrs0ldier

I Thought You’d Never Happen to Me by @nickfowlerrr

Van Helsing Retold 🧊by @gaysindistress

New Tricks by @sebstanwhore

The List by @srgntjamesbuckybarnes

Catch Me if You Can by @buckyalpine

Treat You Better by @notafunkiller

Wedded Bliss by @gutsby

I Think He Knows by @delicatebarness

One-Shots

Wrapped Around Him by @angrythingstarlight

Back Again by @delaber

Are You Bored Yet? By @pellucid-constellations

Curiosity Killed the Cat by @queers-gambit

My Everyday by @pellucid-constellations

Traitor (technically a 2-shot) 🧊🔥 by @insomniumstella

Details by @soulgazingwithbucky

When we are Older by @buckys-wintersoldier

Hell Hath no Fury Like a Farmer Scorned by @eat-limes-bitches

You Know Just What I Need by @sinner-as-saint

Right Here by @ellemj

I Hate You by @ellemj

My First and Only by @buckyalpine

Bake Nights by @jobean12-blog

Steve Rogers

Series

Reckless 💞🔥🧊 by @kinanabinks

The Gemini by @rogersideup

One-shots

With You by @buckets-and-trees

I’m So, So… Sorry by @ronearoundblindly

Stucky

Series

The Brooklyn Boys by @buckets-and-trees

Backstage Pass by @luxeavenger

Mafia!Stucky by @myfictionaldreams

The Fuckboy Committee by @kinanabinks

Ari Levinson

Series

Highways & Heatstrokes (trucker AU) 🔥 by @oh-my-damn

🌟Bedrock and Blueprints by @ronearoundblindly

Sweet Renegade by @cevansbrat0007

Being in Love (ex Bucky) by @imtryingbuck

Pearls & Sunflowers by @chase-your-dreams-away

Flamingo King by @onsunnyside

One-Shots

Stoner sex 🔥 by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I’ll Wait, Angel by @buckyscombatboots

Jake Jensen

Series

One-Shots

A Helping Hand by @buckymorelikefuckme

Curtis Everett

Series

Live Is Short So Make It Sweet by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I Know I Should Know Better by @krirebr

Dream Come True by @thezombieprostitute

One-Shots

Andy Barber

Series

Like I’m Gonna Lose You (with Ransom Drysdale) by @paperweight91

One-shots

Ransom Drysdale

Series

Precarious Agreements by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Root of All Ransom by @ronearoundblindly

More Than This by @krirebr

One-Shots

Afterglow by @stargazingfangirl18

Johnny Storm

Colin Shea

Sprawling Multi-character AUs

Lucky Charms by @yenzys-lucky-charm

We’re All Monsters by @krirebr @paperweight91

Come Hell or High Water by @imaginedreamwrite

[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 3

Summary:  You and Jake just couldn’t wait anymore

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, somnophilia, sex with a ghost, mentions of fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, masturbation (M), creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.8K

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Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

You sit up in bed stretching, feeling more sore today than you were yesterday.  Looking over at the cutest little sleeping bean, Jake Jensen, you watch him peacefully sleep.  Yes, the man was beyond hot, but there was also something so adorable about him.  You could spend hours just counting those sweet freckles that crawl over his nose.  Even the patch of dark hair on his cheeks, where he hadn’t shaved yet.  

You want to tell him exactly how you feel, but not at the cost of losing him forever.  You’d suffer in silence if it meant that Jake was still in your life somehow.  

This room felt off, and it had since Jake had turned the picture of Charles around.  You just got the feeling that Charles did not like that, “We’ll put you somewhere else today handsome.”

Charles rolls his eyes when you look back at Jake.  He did not realize he had to deal with a man child as well.  He was goofy.  He could never be the person you needed him to be.  Plus, he was clueless.  It was quite obvious that you made every effort to touch him, and you couldn’t stop smiling at him, while Jake just looked you up and down the minute you turned around.  

She is mine! He growls at no one in particular.  It was infuriating watching you just stare at him.  Your fingers tickle along his arm.  And roam over to his bare stomach where you play with his thick patch of hair.  Tracing along his abs, hoping to wake him up gently.

Jake woke up when you were touching his arm, but he needed to see where this was going.  Desired to just test out how much you would touch him, and you touching his lower stomach was enough to make him cum right there.  

“Jakey,” you sweetly sing as your hand travels up further.  “Jakey Pooh, it’s time to wake up,” it took every bit of self control in him not to get hard.  Your finger caresses over his face, using it almost like a paintbrush over his features, and your body gets even closer.  

“Jakey,” there was a pout on your face.  You used that pitiful voice that made him want to rush to you.  “Jakey, baby, why aren’t you waking up?”

Baby?

Jake melts.  This was the perfect way to wake up.  In one quick movement he rolls himself over your body.  Gazing down at you as your chest heaves with his closeness.  He should do this more often, you looked beautiful at this angle.  He could feel the heat radiating off of your core, you were burning up.  “Jake, what’re you doing?”

“Just waking up, Giggles.  What are we doing today?”

“We could just hang out in bed.  It feels like I haven't seen you in awhile.”

Absolutely not!  I need you to get tired.  I only got to fuck you one time last night, and your dopey friend was jacking off to you in the middle of the night.  Please don’t make me fuck you with him in the bed again.

“But, I also have a new place to put Charles.”

What??

“Good.  The dude is giving me the creeps.  I feel like he’s watching you,” his eyes cast down your body, looking at your protruding nipples, and he wants to take them in his mouth so bad.  

I am watching her.  She’s going to have my babies.  Princess, do not put me somewhere else.  It won’t stop anything.  I can still have you in any part of this fucking house.  Just…where are you taking me?  Put some clothes on!  He’s staring at your ass again.

Bouncing up to pick Charles’ portrait up, you glance back at Jake who scurries out the bed.  Still in nothing but boxers, grabbing up his glasses.  You get the funny feeling that he is looking at your ass, and you hope that he was.  You were pulling out all the stops for Jake just to make a move.  It was like he just wouldn’t take the bait.  You were giving it until the end of the week, and you were going to do something.  Anything.

You put that back! Charles demands as you walk around the formal living room.  Jake yawns, and stretches, watches even more when you lift the picture up, and that shirt of his becomes too small, showing off your tight little panties that hug every one of your soft curves.

I don’t belong down here.  Wait.  Charles doesn’t mind where you seem to be going.  Placing his picture right behind his chair.  That makes perfect sense.  It’s not a bad idea.  It’ll definitely show your nerd just where he belongs.

“Jake, you mind giving me a hand?” Your voice strains as you try to lift the giant picture.  

Coming up behind you.  He wraps his arms around you, lifting the picture up to place on a mantel behind his chair, “Is this the chair I’m not allowed to sit in?” You push your ass into him, because maybe that’s the only way you’re going to feel him like that.  Jake groans at the feeling, but steps back to admire the easy work.

Of course you can’t sit there!  That’s my chair!  You did good, now leave.

“I never wanna leave this place,” Charles stares mouth agape at Jake.  He did not just say that.  This place didn’t want Jake here.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper.  “There’s plenty of space.  Um, I’m going to make us some breakfast.  Why don’t you clean up in here a bit?  Get acquainted with Charles.  He is the man of the house.”

I am.

You need to get out of there and breathe.  It was bold of you to make such a statement, even if you meant every bit of it.  You’d let Jake stay here forever with you.  He could find work anywhere, so it wasn’t too much of a stress.

“Do you think she likes me?” Jake looks back at Charles while he picks up a few random things in the living room. Grabbing up a feather duster, he starts dusting off the shelves.

No, I don’t. I think she just wants to fuck you.  She loves me.  That’s my princess.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on her forever.  There’s never anything serious with those other girls.  It’s like a date, but they’re not her,” he steps closer to the painting, swearing he saw something.

Ugh, you’re insufferable.  Should have fucked her.  Now all she feels is me.

“You’re not so creepy down here.  Maybe this is your element,” Jake steps a bit closer, dusting the portrait off a bit.  “I just got the feeling you probably heard what we were doing last night.  I couldn’t help it.  She’s having some vivid dreams, clearly, and…”

BOO! Charles makes his face be visible to Jake as he pops his head out of the portrait.  Jake falls onto the floor screeching, scooting back to get away from the ghost.  Ridiculous.  Did you see a ghost?

“Is that what you are?” Oh bother.  He forgot to turn that back off again.  “You have been watching her!  Those are her private moments.  You can’t…have you touched her?  Is that why she’s so horny, and…you bastard!”

Ugh.  Charles walks off, leaving Jake to bumble up at the portrait.  Stupid humans.  They think we’re always going to be there.  Now, where is my Princess?  I need her to be good and sleepy.  Get her away from Jake.

You give a big yawn, struggling just to keep your eyes open.  Hadn’t even made it to lunch, and you needed a nap.  Eyes rolling in the back of your head, and more than once, your jerking had briefly woke you up.  “Why don’t you take a nap?” Jake asks sweetly, rolling a bit of paint up the wall.  “I’ll finish here, and then join you in a bit.”

“You’re sure?” Another yawn.  Your body sways back and forth as you almost fall asleep standing up.

“I’m positive.  Sleep.  Now.  Go!”

Oh she’s going to be going.  And coming. Charles deviously follows you into the room.  Already you were having sinful little thoughts about Jake running through your head.  You needed some relief.  The constant flirting and closeness was making you a wreck.

You lay down tummy first onto the bed.  Good girl.  Now, ass up.  Lifting up your ass, you pull down your leggings leaving you exposed to Charles.  Look at you, swollen and puffy, you are in need of a heavy fucking.  You’re ready for me to fill you with my seed.  

He steps closer, running his hand through your glistening folds, and you let out a wanton moan.  Quiet.  You wouldn’t want Jake to see you fucking air, would you?  Your body pushes back into his fingers, and you whine for more of a stretch.  Eyes completely closed, while you have the best wet dream about you and Jake.

Charles lets his slacks fall to the floor before he shoves himself into your warmth.  You made him feel more alive.  Letting your tight tunnel get adjusted to his width, before he grabs firmly onto your hips.  Driving himself in your wet heat over and over again.  Your voice sings out the mumbled praises as he works your body.  Just like that Princess.  Just like that.

Hearing your sounds, Jake needs to check on you.  Maybe he could possibly offer you some assistance.  But when he opens the door to see you on all fours, and your pussy looking all spread and delectable.  Your body throws itself back over and over again, and you were in a deep dream, causing you to fuck air.  “Jake!  Feels so good!”

“Oh,” Jake palms himself over his pants watching your beautiful body.  “You like that?  What am I doing to you?”

Son of a bitch! Charles growls, fucking into you harder.  He had to get off, and you were just too loud.  Normally he wouldn’t care, they were such sweet sounds.  But you kept saying his name.  He’s typically pissed, but each time you squealed out Jake’s name, your walls clench down tight around his cock, and it felt too good for him to complain.  Yes!  Fuck yes!

Jake pulls his cock out, and strokes it with the speed that you're rocking.  “I will feel you the right way, Giggles.  You clearly want it just as bad.”

No she doesn’t.  I’m fulfilling what she needs.

He’s not sure why he didn’t act sooner, because you were needy.  Your back arching, and you were taking him to the root.  The way that Jake would perfectly fill you up, making you whimper his name at the violent stretch.

“I’m gonna cum.”

No, I am!

“Cum with me, sweetheart.  You feel so amazing,” he grips his cock tighter when he sees your pussy clench down on nothing.  Your moans become more screams as you almost reach your peak.  “Fuuuuck!” Jake spurts his load out into the room, while some drips down to his hand.  He can almost see how sexy you would look as his spunk drips out of you.

You ruin everything.

“Tonight, I’m done waiting.  I think you are, too.”

“Giggles, I think we need to talk,” Jake squeaks as he starts to speak.  His boxers dangerously low when he pulls down the covers.  

“Okay.”

Here we go.  Go on tell her how you’ve let her hump your fucking leg, and how you’ve fingered her in her sleep.  Or better yet, how you were masturbating and staring at her cunt.  Go on.  I’m sure this is going to go well.

“You know I love you,” your head tilts to the side, and you give him a warm smile.  

This isn’t the way I thought this would go.  Why are you lying?

“And I know we’ve been friends for a long time.  And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but…I’m in love with you.”

“What?” What? You softly whisper, and your smile gets bigger.  “Really?”

“Yes, really.  And…I didn’t just come out here to help you out, and I’m being too formal, but I just — well, this is new, and it’s scary.  And I can,” you press your lips softly against Jake’s, and he pulls you tighter to him.  Those thick arms holding you tight, and you start walking the two of you to the bed, “We don’t…no rush.”

“Jake, we’ve had about five years of foreplay.  I’ve wanted to feel you for a long time, I know you won’t hurt me.  I love you.”

“Well in that case,” he pulls your shirt over your head, and glances down at your naked breasts.  His hands start to knead the pillowy swells, and the both of you pull each other’s underwear down.  

Your hand already going to stroke his giant cock, and Jake places his fingers in your heat.  You were tight.  This was going to be amazing seeing you take him for the first time.  Sitting down on the bed, Jake wraps his arm around your back, and all but throws you higher up the mattress.  Crawling in between your thighs, before settling over you.  

Your hand gently grabs him, and you guide him to your entrance.  Yelping when his blunt tip breaks through.  Jake slowly sinks deeper, until he’s fully sheathed and staring down at you.  “I have been oddly horny lately.  Must be because you're here.”

“Shh, don’t speak.  Don’t — shit, this…this is everything,” Jake was very much aware of how horny you were.  He’s seen it and felt it with his own eyes.

“Jake?”

“No, I’ve wanted this.  Fucked my own hand a few times thinking about this.  Dammit, it’s not creepy, masturbating is normal.”

Not when you’re watching her get fucked by a ghost.

“Me, too.”

He knows.  He heard you earlier screaming his name.  This is lame.  Fuck her!

Jake’s fists go on either side of your head to balance himself, caging you in, and this was everything you had ever dreamed of.  And he slowly pulls himself out, before crashing back in, leaving you a wreck at the funny feeling deep in your stomach.  Turning to the side, you softly kiss up his arm, before looking back at him.  “I know this is the first time, but it won’t be the last.  Please, just fuck me.”

“Right.  Okay.  Got it,” he was hoping to loosen you up, and eventually get you there, but you were wanting it.  He hammers down into you, and you start to see stars.  He was so deep.  You swear you feel him in your throat with every pound into you.  

This isn’t fair!  I have to wait until she’s asleep or half asleep.  Even Charles can’t deny the desperately loving looks the two of you were giving each other.  You even have to take off Jake's glasses as they start to fog up.  You wanted him to see everything.  

Charles glances in the mirror, getting a different angle, when he gets the most devious idea.  He will just have to possess Jake.  Show you exactly the best way to fuck, and then his seed will definitely take.  It may be one third of a ghostling baby, but whatever it took.  I’ll give you this one time.  Next time, we’re both fucking her.

“Jake!” You scream as your body starts to heat up.  You wanted him to fuck you for the rest of your life.  Jake knew what he was doing.  His hips slam into yours, and you cry out his name again.  You thought you were sore this morning, you’re going to be sore for a long time to come, because you were greedy for Jake’s cock.  You didn’t care if it was just falling asleep while you cockwarmed him, you always wanted him in there.  “Jake!”

“I know!  Fuck, you’re so tight.  Got me in a vice grip.”

“Then we rest and do it again,” you plead as your fingers scratch down his back.  “And again, and again.”

“Yes, snacks, then fuck.”

“All night.”

“All night, Giggles.”

And with me.  We’re going to have you swollen with my — our hybrid babies.  You’ll get to gaze into my eyes like his.  Now quit looking at him so lovingly.  It can’t be that good.

But it was.  It was perfect, and all you had ever dreamed up.  Your gut tightens up, and even Jake’s balls start to constrict.  Racing for both of your releases, and even his pelvis stimulates your clit perfectly.  It was a lot.  All of it, and then some.  Perfect, and it was Jake.  

Keeping your eyes locked on each other right as your walls hold him in a vice grip.  Squeezing him so tight, and he spurts deep into your womb.  His warmth is the perfect thing for your abused hole.  You didn’t know that you have been used quite like you have, but this was heaven.  It was perfect, and it was Jake.

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[biteofcherry]

Sinday Drabbles? Don't mind if I do!

Can I get something with Jake and remote control toys?

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Oh yes! Jake and all the fun with toys! 💗😏

You bite your lip, trying to suppress the mixture of giggle and moan. Your fingers, which have been playing with the straw of your drink, tighten and you squirm in your seat.

Jake's grin holds only a hint of satisfaction. Mostly it's genuine awe and joy. His cheeks are slightly pinked, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"You look so hot," he sighs, dreamily, as your body sways forward.

"I can't believe you talked me into it." Your voice tinkles with mirth, even as you grip the edge of the table.

Heat unfurls through your bloodstream in dizzying waves, your pulse pounding to the rhythm of vibrations tormenting your core. The presence of a small, pink egg inside your pussy was enough to get you wet as you walked hand in hand with Jake into the restaurant.

Then he pulled out his phone and the thing came to life in most unusual patterns.

To the outside world and anyone peeking your way, it seems as if he's simply checking things on his phone, typing or browsing. While in reality, Jake's thumb is drawing patterns on the app that controls the toy.

And he's damn creative with it.

Gentle waves that give pleasant sensation. Then suddenly the highest setting that almost brought you to your knees. Then back again to mere humming, so you could catch your breath.

By the time your drinks were served, he was rubbing measured up and down beat that had your clit throbbing with need.

"You know," Jake drinks in every detail of your pleasure contorted face, "this app allows online control from a very long distance. We could- I can use it when I'm on a mission. Well, after the mission, obviously." He chuckles, restlessly moving in his own seat.

"But when I'm still away. You can slide it in and I can-" his finger swipes up again, causing the vibrations to intensify.

"Fuck!" You blurt out, bowing your head and covering your mouth with your hand to cover the breathy sound of your panting.

"Yeah, I can fuck you like that." He groans, as if he's the one nearing his climax.

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[thebiggerbear]

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." - Jake Gray Prompt Response

Summary: When you go with Jake to visit his mom, you encounter a young woman who inexplicably sets you on edge and has you sticking that much closer to the boy who has your heart.

Pairing: Jake Gray x Female!Reader

A/N: This is part of the Soldier Boy/Beau Arlen/Dean Winchester/CJ Braxton/Alec McDowell/Jason Teague/Tom Hanniger/Russell Shaw/Boaz Priestly/Jake Gray/Jensen RPF prompt response project I’ve been working on the last month. This is the idea that popped into my head for it. It's my first time posting for this character so I'm a little nervous. Hope it turned out okay.

All unbeta'd.

Warnings: angst; mild smut; a smidgen of horror (kind of)

Word Count: 6894

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel; @hobby27; @impala67rollingthroughtown

Jake Gray Taglist: @call-me-mrs-winchester; @solacedthistest; @deansimpala; @foxyjwls007; @onlyangel-444

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx; @lyarr24; @bts24; @deans-spinster-witch; @rebel-paladin; @nancymcl; @c1gs-coffee; @peachhiz; @kickingitwithkirk

Beau Arlen | Dean Winchester | CJ Braxton | Soldier Boy | Jason Teague | Boaz Priestly | Russell Shaw | Tom Hanniger | Jensen Ackles RPF | Alec McDowell

You smiled as you watched Jake talking with his mother a little bit away from where you stood. You had offered to go get drinks from the vending machine to give them some time alone to catch up. Jake’s birthday had just passed and you knew it had been a bit of a rough one for him on the homefront. He and his dad didn’t really get along or have too much to talk about when they occasionally did, though Jake tried his hardest to make it work.

Out of the corner of your eye, someone came to a stop next to you. You could see it was one of the nurses, a young woman, staring in the same direction you were.

After a moment, you heard her ask, “What do you see in him?”

Your head snapped towards her and you could see the nurse was younger than you’d initially thought, perhaps only a year or two older than you. “Excuse me?”

She turned to look at you and you immediately felt an icy chill run down your spine. She was beautiful but her hazel eyes…there was something about those eyes and the way they were intent on you that made you feel as if she were a predator assessing her prey. Even the small disarming smile she gave you was anything but. “Him.” She gestured towards Jake with an inclination of her head. You felt frozen to the spot. “Your boyfriend, I take it?” 

You couldn’t help but nod, still not sure what to make of why you were suddenly consumed with something that felt an awful lot like fear. Was this woman a serial killer perhaps? Didn’t people say that if your instincts felt off about someone, if they were screaming at you like yours were, to get away from the person as fast as possible? 

“So, what do you see in him?” She asked again.

You worriedly glanced in Jake’s direction. You watched as he laughed at something his mom said and rubbed her arm. 

“Well?” The woman demanded impatiently.

Any other person you might have walked away from or politely told them that it wasn’t their business, but you didn’t feel you could do either. So instead, you did exactly what you’d been raised to do, from imaginary monsters in your closet to school bullies — never show the fear you were feeling. You turned to look her dead in the eyes no matter how uncomfortable it made you and lifted your chin. “Everything you don’t.”

Her eyes flickered in Jake’s direction but you didn’t look away from her. After a moment, her gaze returned to you and roamed over you in a final assessment as she slowly nodded. “Pity.” And with that, she finally walked away. 

But instead of the air feeling lighter without her in it, the dread you felt only increased. Something told you that you and Jake were on her radar now and that was not a good place to be. The logical part of your brain thought it was ridiculous to feel that way but you had learned to always listen to your instincts. So you settled for a healthy dose of caution, mentally said a small prayer,  and hightailed it back to Jake and his mom. You hadn’t wanted to interrupt their time together but you also didn’t feel it was safe to be out here on your own, even though you were just a few feet away in a semi-crowded courtyard. 

Jake warmly smiled up at you as you approached. “Hey.”

You returned his smile though you knew yours was strained. “Hey.” You handed him his soda and turned to greet his mom as you sat down next to him. “Hi, Kathy. How are you?”

“Oh, you know. Still dancing.”

You chuckled and Jake shook his head. “She’s quite the comedian today, isn’t she?” 

“She is.” You forced your smile wider for their sakes. 

His brows furrowed as he studied you; he knew something was wrong. “Hey, you okay?” He asked quietly after leaning in a bit.

You nodded and opened your soda to find something to do. Despite the interaction with the nosy woman shaking you up, it amazed you that this cold dread continued to plague you. You wondered if you should tell Jake about the strange encounter; she had been wearing a nurse’s uniform after all. Should both of you really leave Kathy here in her care? Anyone here really?

Jake wasn’t buying your response but he let it go for now, opting to throw an arm around your shoulders instead and pull you into him, kissing the side of your head. You nearly sighed in relief when he settled you against him. The bad feeling never really went away but you felt slightly better having him hold you, like as long as he had you in his hold you both would be safe. Despite the oddity of the interaction you’d had just moments before, you had meant what you said to the woman. 

You loved Jake and you knew he loved you. It had taken you both a while to get here, what with the whole Dakota thing and your parents not being a fan of his father. They thought Jake was nice enough and they even felt badly for him when they discovered how strained his relationship with Paul really was. That had resulted in them extending several invitations to the younger Gray for family dinners throughout the years and even your dad attempting to bond with Jake more once you two began dating. 

Your friends weren’t crazy about him, though. They’d seen him partying a few times with Conrad and Dakota back in high school and sadly, they had already formed their own opinions of him that weren’t likely to change anytime soon. They didn’t believe he cared about you as much as you cared about him, that you were only a convenient placeholder for him until he found what he was really looking for — though what that could be they had no idea when you questioned them on it. They just didn’t trust him and they were convinced he and Dakota still had something going on when you weren’t around. You knew there wasn’t and that Jake would never do that to you or use you as they claimed — not you. You also knew he wasn’t bored with you as one friend of yours, Janine, had insisted. She had even told you that you were too much of a good girl for him, being a reverend’s daughter and all. Needless to say, you and Janine hadn’t spoken in a while; her assertion had hurt more than anything else your friends had thrown at you from the minute you told them that you and Jake were together. So even if the nurse hadn’t freaked you out just before, you still would’ve given her that same answer. You were used to defending Jake and your relationship with him.  

You saw the good in him, how hard he tried to be what his parents wanted him to be, to live up to their vision of the future for him. He was smart — you couldn’t even begin to count the amount of times he had worked on your parents’ home computer without complaint. He had incredible patience, fielding any and all questions your dad threw his way the night he picked you up for your first official date though the man had known him for years. He respected all of the rules you two had been given, your curfew (despite your being a full-fledged college student), and your mom and dad in general. He was kind, generous to a fault, and he was good to you. He never pushed for more than you were ready for and he was always there for you. 

Kathy smiled as she studied the two of you. “You two are cute together.”

You returned her smile; this time it was a genuine one.

Jake chuckled and kissed your head one more time. “Yeah, yeah,” he joked, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers as he turned to look at his mother. “Speaking of cute, the picture you sent me yesterday was a good one.”

You tried your best to focus on the conversation between mother and son but in your peripherals, you could see the nurse again. She was there on the edge of your vision, watching, waiting — waiting for what though you couldn’t be sure. You wrapped your arms around Jake’s torso and hugged him to you, laying your head on his shoulder. He grinned down at you and pressed his lips to your forehead, wrapping his arm around you tighter and pulling you closer, before resuming talking to his mom. As you watched Kathy, who gave you a kind smile before looking back to her son, you felt guilt begin to swallow you up inside. How could you leave here without telling Jake what you’d felt? When there was a break in the conversation, you compulsively swallowed and you were about to murmur to Jake that you needed to talk to him privately for a moment when he called out to someone in the distance. “Excuse me, Nurse! Can we get a blanke—”

When he stopped, you glanced up at him, seeing an altogether different smile on his face — one you had never seen before in all of the time you’d known him. Your eyes flickered in the direction he was looking and not only did your heart drop to your feet, but that cold dread was back in full force. It was the nurse from before and her smile matched his. She approached and your stomach clenched. Jake removed his arm from around you and you attempted to grab onto him tighter in your inexplicable fear but he gently broke out of your hold and leaned forward eagerly. “It’s you.” You worriedly glanced back and forth between them; they knew one another.

The woman smiled wider as she got closer. “It’s me.”

Your jaw practically dropped as Jake seemed to forget all about you and his mom while he spoke to the nurse whose name turned out to be Marisol. They had met before at Jake’s job and you could clearly see a spark between them that cracked your heart inside your chest. This time, Kathy gave you a sad and knowing smile; as well as you knew Jake, she knew her son better than anyone. 

“Jake?” You choked out in a whisper.

His head snapped back in your direction, his beaming smile dropping when he saw the tears building in your eyes. It was as if your Jake had suddenly returned. He immediately cupped your cheeks, his brows furrowing. “Hey,” he murmured. “What’s wrong?”

Before you could answer, Marisol added, “I’ll just go get that blanket for you.” Jake looked up at her, nodding, before turning back to you. The nurse patted Kathy’s shoulder as she passed, sending you a wicked smirk that neither mother nor son saw. It was one you never wished to see again, especially when the icy dread traveled down your spine once more. 

When she was gone, you found Jake watching your expression, concerned. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“You know her?”

His lips parted in surprise, obviously not having expected you to ask that question, and you didn’t miss it when he pulled back from you. You now felt cold from where his touch had been moments before. “Uh, yeah. She brought her laptop into the shop. There was a piece of wax stuck inside near the motherboard.”

Your eyes widened slightly when you heard the wax mention but Jake mistook your reaction for something else and he immediately took your hand in his, giving you a reassuring smile. “You know you’re my girl, right?”

You noticed Kathy watching you two closely out of the corner of your eye and you forced a smile onto your face. “Right.”

Jake’s grin grew and he wrapped his arm back around you and pulled you into him, rubbing your back as he continued his conversation with his mother. You tensed against him when Marisol returned with the promised blanket and a warm “Enjoy the rest of your visit” to Jake. He must have felt your reaction because he politely thanked her and held onto you tighter, waiting for her to leave before he kissed your forehead and let you go to spread the blanket over his mom. Over her son’s head, Kathy gave you a reassuring smile of her own — right, you had nothing to worry about. Jake loved you; you were the one he had asked to accompany him to see his mother who meant the world to him. Not Dakota, not any other girl, and not even this Marisol, despite their meeting outside of here and the obvious chemistry between them.

But when you felt compelled to look across the courtyard and you saw Marisol’s wicked smirk from earlier still pointed in your direction from over her shoulder, you suddenly realized that Jake’s loving you wasn’t what you were worried about. His obviously warm reception of her wasn’t the threat you felt. Almost as if she knew what you were thinking, Marisol’s smirk grew when her eyes briefly dropped to Jake leaned down next to you, still covering his mom to keep her warm. She stayed focused on him for a moment, her features reflecting something that looked a lot like determination, before she set her gaze forward and continued on her trek away from you all. 

You placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder, causing him to shoot you a quick smile before focusing back on his mom. You said a silent prayer, asking for divine protection for Kathy, Paul, everyone here, you and your family, and of course, the boy underneath your touch — the boy who had always held your heart. No, Jake’s turning from you was the least of your worries, because that grin of Marisol’s had been accompanied by a whisper deep within you: Evil. You weren’t sure why you had that thought, why you were so certain it wasn’t an irrational one that could be rooted in jealousy or insecurity, but you knew enough by now to listen to what your instincts were telling you. 

So when Jake sat back up and informed his mom that he unfortunately had to leave for work, you quickly said goodbye to Kathy, stooping down to give her a hug and kiss on the cheek, and eagerly followed Jake out of the courtyard. You kept your hand in his, holding onto him, while you scanned the path in front of you. Thankfully, neither of you encountered Marisol again and you were only able to breathe more freely once Jake’s Jeep was back on the road, headed far away from that place. 

You kept Jake’s hand in your lap as you stared out the passenger window at the passing scenery. You fully intended on talking to your father about this experience and asking for his guidance. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something dangerous about that woman, almost in a spiritual sense, and that she posed a serious risk to Jake and even to you.

You briefly remembered his reaction to the woman, how he had willfully entered the bubble between them and forgot about everyone else. You forced the quickly forming lump down your throat. And to think, you had thought Dakota would be the one to come between you back in the day. 

“Hey.”

Jake’s voice jarred you from your thoughts and you realized he had pulled over on the side of a quiet back road. You had been so focused on wondering what could be done to protect Jake, to keep him from Marisol, and what you could even say that wouldn’t have you sounding like you were crazy or jealous, that you hadn’t even noticed the car had come to a stop. 

Your boyfriend’s brows furrowed as he studied you. “You sure you’re okay?”

You attempted to give him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Because you haven’t said one word since we left.”

The concern you saw in his green eyes had you wanting to tell him everything. You always had been able to, ever since you were kids. Ever since you had decided in all of your five year old wisdom that he was going to be your best friend when you saw him sitting alone on the kindergarten playground and watching the other children play. But you had seen the delighted smile he had given Marisol, the way he had carefully pulled away from you and centered all of his attention on her despite your presence and Kathy’s…you weren’t so sure he would believe you. 

“I guess I’m just a little more tired than I thought.” 

After seeing Jake the night before for a birthday dinner with your family, you knew Conrad and Dakota were itching to get him to themselves to properly celebrate his 21st, so you kissed him, told him to be careful while also having fun, and sent him on his way. You had a paper for your Behavioral Psych class to finish which would mean a late night for you, and you weren’t much of a partyer but you wanted him to enjoy himself. He had told you quietly before the food had been served about his dad’s somewhat indifferent attempt to acknowledge the day. You had seen how much it still bothered him, even when you all sang “Happy Birthday” to him and cheered when he blew out the candles on the cake you and your mother had made. Afterwards, when he was saying goodbye on your front porch, you had hugged him and whispered in his ear, “I know it’s your birthday but I’m grateful every day that you were born. I love you, Jake.” He had tightened his arms around you and buried his head into your shoulder for a moment before lifting up to tenderly frame your face with hands and kiss you deeply.

So, you leaned into the tired claim as a plausible explanation for your keeping quiet…for now.  

Jake obviously wasn’t buying it. He undid his seat belt and turned in his seat to face you, cupping your chin and staring into your eyes. “You know how much you mean to me, Y/N, don’t you?”

Your smile grew a little and you nodded.

His gaze continued searching yours for a few extra heartbeats before he leaned in to kiss you. As his lips moved with yours, you felt his other hand suddenly on your bare thigh, beginning to slowly inch upwards underneath the material of your dress. His thumb brushed against your inner thigh, making you gasp into his mouth as fire quickly traveled throughout the lower half of your body. You marveled that a single touch from him in that particular area could set you aflame so quickly. It wasn’t that you hadn’t made out before — with him and two others — and done some light petting here and there, but you usually stopped short of allowing anyone to touch you there. Which is also probably why Jake froze for a moment at your reaction and when you didn’t immediately pull away, he tilted his head and kissed you more fervently, slipping his tongue past your lips. His hand quickly slid upwards and his fingertips brushed against your panties, eliciting a tiny moan from you. 

Before you knew it, your seatbelt was undone and he had you in his lap, moving the material of your dress out of the way to push you down onto a quickly forming bulge in his jeans. It was something you had felt before but not right up against you like this. You broke the kiss, gasping in shock at the feeling, and stared into his eyes that were a shade darker than a mere minute ago. He watched you back as you both gulped for air, neither of you moving and waiting to see what the other one would do. 

He gently moved your hair away from your face and you could see the adoration in his gaze that he had always held for you, though it seemed to be bordered by something you had recently come to know as lust. You could only wonder what he was seeing in your own gaze right that second. 

“This okay?” He asked quietly, checking in with you.

You slowly nodded. Normally, by now, you would be pulling back with the intention of cooling you both down before you went too far. However, any sensical thinking on your part had gone straight out the window — you just wanted.

He gave you a smile and then his hands traveled down to your hips, applying pressure and pushing your lower half closer to his before easing up. He repeated the motion a few times, causing the breath to catch in your chest. Oh, that was very pleasant. You moaned when he did it again and then launched yourself at him, kissing him passionately and your hands gripping at his hair. You began moving your hips yourself without any assistance from him, desperate to pursue the feeling he had started within you, and he plundered your mouth mercilessly. When he let out a deep groan, you increased the speed of your rhythm and pulled away from him to gasp when you felt his body begin to move to meet yours. He leaned forward and latched his lips onto your neck, in that one spot that was always the most sensitive, and you hummed your approval. 

The car was slightly rocking around you and Jake’s mouth had trailed down to the neckline of your dress. Before he could pull the material down to expose your cleavage, you grabbed at his hair and pulled him back. That’s not what you wanted right now; what you wanted was to keep this feeling going. You lowered your hands and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere and exposing the t-shirt underneath.

He grinned up at you, chuckling. “So much for that shirt.”

You returned the smile before grabbing him and kissing him again, moaning into his mouth as you rocked back and forth on him. He started unbuttoning your dress but you immediately pulled away to peel it off of you and toss it aside, leaving you in your slip. He watched you intently and immediately began placing kisses on every inch of exposed skin he could reach, his fingers greedily pulling the straps down your shoulders along with your bra straps. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you felt his warm breath skate across your chest in between kisses. Once he reached your collarbone and moved his way back up to your neck, you hummed in appreciation and pressed a tender kiss to the side of his head.   

“God, I love you, Jake,” you breathily moaned. “So much.”

Jake suddenly pulled back, grasped your face, and rewarded you with another deep kiss. He yanked up your slip as high as it would go without tearing and then gripped your hips, moving you more expertly against him. You gasped and grabbed at him, burying your face into his neck as he panted and moaned against your shoulder. You felt a foreign feeling rising within you, one that you had only ever had in dreams before where you and Jake were in a bed and there were far less clothes involved. The lower region of your body began to have its own pulse at the same time, throbbing more intensely with every meeting of your hips. And now all of these feelings were about to wash over you; you felt as if you were on the edge of something — something massive. This was the farthest you and Jake had ever gone; this was the farthest you had ever gone with anyone. Jake raced you both to that precipice, his sounds echoing in your ear only continuing to escalate that feeling within you.

Just as you were about to give into that sensation, just as you were about to fall over that edge, Jake pulled back, breathing heavily and staring intently into your eyes. You cupped his cheeks and placed your forehead against his, knowing exactly what he needed to hear at that moment even if he didn’t. “I love you,” you moaned. “And I will never leave you.” Had you been thinking in that second, you might have thought that was an odd statement to make. Not that you hadn’t told him these things in one form or another and you deeply meant the sentiments but why now? Why was that what he needed to hear from you right then? And as well as you knew him, how did you just know the exact words to say that he had subconsciously been looking for from you?

The lack of a rational answer ceased to matter when he immediately tensed and gasped, pushing himself up against you one final time by lifting his hips slightly out of his seat and letting out a loud grunt. Watching him in fascination and feeling something warm and slightly damp through the thin layer of your panties that had nothing to do with your own body finally pushed you off of that cliff. You tensed as well and before you could close your eyes, Jake’s hands were on your face and he watched you with rapt attention, never letting you look away from him once as his chest heaved in and out rapidly. The cry you let out might have embarrassed you in any other situation but the body-wide explosion you were currently experiencing didn’t make room for you to be worried about such a trivial thing. Especially when Jake graced you with an adoring smile and tenderly moved your hair away from your face, staring at you as if you were everything to him in that moment.

Once the fireworks stopped, you collapsed against him, breathing heavily, your body feeling completely boneless. You were even trembling slightly. So, that was what an orgasm felt like. You could see what the big deal was, why people enjoyed chasing the feeling, even why some risked everything to reach that height only to fall off of it repeatedly. Your body tingled, from your scalp to your lower extremities, and chills ran through you, prompting you to cozy up to him a little more.

Jake tightened his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. After a moment, he tenderly rubbed your back with both hands and gently nuzzled you. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” you murmured.

A happy smile blossomed on his lips. “That was amazing.”

You gave him a tired one in return. “It was. Though it’s very…damp.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled and kissed your nose, pulling you more into him and sighing contentedly into your neck. You closed your eyes and reveled in the feeling of being this close to him. You carded your fingers through the back of his hair in a tender and soothing gesture.

You stayed like that for however long until you remembered you would have to let him go so he could continue driving to drop you off before work. “Are you still coming to movie night after your shift?” You murmured.

“Depends. Are you going to fuck me for real this time? Or do I need to go to Marisol for that?”

Your eyes snapped open in shock. You sat back up to look at him, wondering where that had come from and beyond hurt, when your heart stopped inside your chest. In Jake’s place was a horrible looking beast with horns, pointed teeth in a shark-like smile, and dark eyes — eyes that were sharply focused on you. Your blood froze when a horrifying and monstrous hand reached for you, the smile widening. You gasped loudly in terror and immediately moved away, your back hitting the steering wheel while a scream was stuck in your throat. The hand was inches away from your face when it suddenly dropped and covered your bare knee, shaking it. You flinched from the contact, your eyes clenching shut, as you tried to get the scream out, to get away from whatever this horror was.

“Hey,” Jake’s voice gently called.

You jumped at hearing him in such close proximity and your eyes suddenly opened. Jake had his hand on your knee and he was giving you a small smile. You immediately realized that you were back in the passenger seat, fully clothed, and so was he, buttons and all. You worriedly glanced around, noting that you were parked in front of your house, your dad was pretending to water the lawn, and there was no horrifying beast in sight. You sat up fully and quickly scanned the back of the car and around you both, your wide eyes coming to a stop on Jake. 

His brows knitted together in concern as he watched you. “Bad dream?”

“Dream?” You whispered.

His smile turned into a reassuring one. “You fell asleep on me.”

You cautiously checked your peripherals but still no horns, no razor-sharp teeth, and no terrifying dark eyes. Oh God, those eyes. You shuddered at the memory of that penetrating gaze, as if it could see into your soul, wanting to gleefully rip apart whatever it found. 

“Yeah. Right after we left. I knew you didn’t get much sleep last night so I didn’t want to wake you until we got here.” Jake’s smile grew as he squeezed your knee.

“S-So, we never pulled over?”

Confusion blanketed his expression before he chuckled. “No. Why? Did you dream that?”

You still felt disoriented, almost in disbelief that this was the reality you found yourself in. That dream had felt very real; you still felt the evidence of it down below. One discreet glance at Jake’s lower half, though, was the final evidence that it had indeed been a dream. You held a hand up to your forehead, subconsciously checking for any sign of injury there or a feeling of heat against your skin, still uncertain why your dream had such a terrifying ending, and closed your eyes when you found neither. “Um, yeah, I guess,” you mumbled.

Jake chuckled again and you felt him place a kiss to your left temple. “You’re cute when you first wake up, you know that?” He then dropped his lips to your ear. “Next time, I will definitely pull over and make sure you stay awake.”

Normally, his flirty tone laced with implication would make your cheeks burn a little and prompt you to tease him back, but not this time. You were still too disturbed by your dream for any light-hearted banter. Why had you dreamed about that monster? Where did it even come from?   

Jake lifted his head and glanced out your window. “Your dad’s been watering the same section of the lawn for the last five minutes. I guess I’d better get going.”

You followed his gaze and noted the rigid posture of your father, looking in your direction out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah,” you agreed with a sad sigh. 

“Hey.” Jake cupped your chin and forced you to meet his assessing gaze. “Are you really okay?”

You wanted to tell him about what you had seen, what you’d felt, but for some reason, you felt as if you couldn’t. That bothered you; you usually told Jake everything, but it would make you sound crazy. So instead, you forced your mouth into a reassuring smile. “Yeah. Just a…bad dream like you said.”

He studied you for a moment, not really seeming as if he believed you, but he appeared to decide not to press further. He nodded and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a brief but tender kiss before letting you go and moving back into his seat. “Thanks for coming with me today. My mom always enjoys seeing you.”

You reached for the door handle. “I always enjoy seeing her, too.”

A hint of an affectionate smile formed on his face and he squeezed your shoulder. “I’ll see you around 8 for movie night.”

You froze at the familiar words that prompted your nightmare to come back to you. You involuntarily shuddered once more and an immediate inexplicable fear overwhelmed you. For some sudden unknown reason, you didn’t want Jake out of your sight. You wanted him with you, in your house, surrounded by your family. Your instincts were gnawing at you once more.

You took his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers. “Jake.”

His brows furrowed once more, his gaze flickering from your joined hands to you. 

“Do you think you can call in sick and stay here with me? Just this once?”

His eyes widened slightly in surprise. You never asked him to miss work or play hooky when it came to his classes. Not once. Guilt fleeted across his expression, making you the suddenly confused one, until you saw the reassuring smile from earlier make a reappearance. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll stay.”

You responded with your own smile, feeling relief blooming in your chest, and released his hand to tenderly stroke his cheek. “Thank you,” you murmured.

He turned to press a kiss to your palm and shot you his adorable yet devilish grin that made your heart leap inside your chest, right before he climbed out of the car. You did the same and he met you near the hood of his Jeep, wrapping an arm around you and kissing the side of your head.

“Hey, you two,” your dad loudly greeted, all pretense of being fascinated with the grass over. “You’re just in time. Joan wants to order sushi for movie night but I’ve been trying to talk her into getting pizza instead.” You knew your mother was trying to get him to eat healthier after his latest doctor visit. It was a constant battle since your dad was a creature of habit, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t keep trying, though. “You both can help me convince her.” He adjusted his glasses, turned the sprayer off, and began moving to coil up the water hose. 

“Okay,” you called, still distracted. 

Jake took note of your easy agreement, something that was uncharacteristic of you since you had been trying to provide support to your mom in her mission to keep unhealthy food from making its way into the house on a daily basis. He peered down at your face, really studying you. “Hey, are you really okay?”

You could see the worry staring back at you and you framed his face with your hands. “I’m okay,” you reassured him. “Just…stay with me tonight…okay?”

He nodded, his green eyes searching yours, uncertainty mixing with concern lining his expression. After a moment, he murmured, “You know I love you, right?”

You couldn’t help the smile that fought its way onto your face in response. “I know and I love you, too,” you whispered in reassurance before moving him to meet you in a sweet kiss. Something else that had Jake holding you a little closer and burying his fingers into your back as if he was afraid to let go of you; you never kissed Jake in front of your parents — not like this. 

Your dad’s purposeful loud clearing of his throat following your action served as a reminder why. “The pizza?” From his annoyed tone, you knew that the food was the last thing on his mind.

Truthfully, it was the furthest thing from yours and Jake’s as well. Neither of you pulled apart, your lips still moving together, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you as his snaked around your waist to do the same. Only when your dad let out an extremely loud and clearly forced cough did you both move back a couple of millimeters, but you still remained within a hair’s breadth of each other, unable to stop smiling.

“Pizza?” You quietly asked.

“Pizza sounds good.” He affectionately bumped your nose with his, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Great,” your dad mumbled somewhere in the distance. You were still stuck in your bubble with Jake, feeling much better and lighter than you had all afternoon, and your disturbing nightmare quickly became a distant memory the longer you stared into that loving green gaze of his. The only remnants left that your brain chose to focus on were his touches, his kisses, the feelings he enticed from your body, and just Jake. 

“Now that it’s settled, let’s go in and place the order,” your dad continued. “Jake,” he barked out when your boyfriend’s lips pressed against yours once more.

Jake’s head snapped up in his direction but he didn’t move away from you. “Yes, sir?”

“The pizza?”

Jake quickly cleared his throat, trying to smother the grin that wanted to remain on his face. “Right. Uh, I’m good with anything you guys choose.”

“Good to know.” You could hear the snark in your father’s voice that normally would have made you frown over at him, but right now you didn’t want to focus on anything that was outside of Jake’s embrace.

Jake’s expression suddenly lightened with realization and he gave your father his most charming smile. “If you want to call in the order, Y/N and I can go pick it up.” Usually, you would have been more than game for that idea, but something deep down inside of you immediately protested. Not because you were afraid of what might happen between you and Jake, but because of something else. An all-too familiar dread growing in the pit of your stomach and you had the sudden urge to grab Jake and hurry inside. It coincided with the urge you’d had moments ago to get him to stay with you.

Your dad snorted. “Nice try. We’ll have it delivered. Now, come on. Joan’s probably hiding the pizza place menu as we speak.” He waved a hand, indicating you should be following him.

Jake smirked down at you, you having made sure to keep the worry from your face, and gave a half-hearted shrug. “I tried.”

You returned his smirk and since your dad had his back to you, you whispered, “The movie he picked for tonight is Pearl Harbor. Mom will probably beg off and he’ll be asleep in no time. Then you and I can sneak upstairs for a little while.” His eyes lit up as you knew they would and you quickly lifted up, pecked his lips, and grabbed his hand to lead him up to the house. As you both followed your father, Jake’s gaze never left you and his grin never faltered. And you were finally able to sigh in relief once you both made it across the threshold and Safe whispered through you, right before Jake squeezed your hand and snuck a kiss to your cheek before following your impatient father into the kitchen. You watched him go, your heart full and your spirit light once more. Only when you turned to close the door behind you did your smile freeze before dropping completely. 

There stood Marisol, right next to Jake’s Jeep parked at the curb, a jacket covering her nursing scrubs. That same smirk from earlier was plastered on her face and those hazel eyes mocked you, almost as if whatever feelings of love and overall goodness you’d just experienced was purely temporary. Then, within the blink of an eye, she was gone. You looked every which way for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Before worry could continue to consume you, you hurriedly shut the door, hit the lock, and encased yourself in your arms. Had Marisol followed you and Jake here? Or was her image just something your mind would now start hallucinating anytime you felt the slightest bit of fear? In relation to Jake?

Unsure of the answer, when your dad and mom started harmlessly bickering in the kitchen and the former called for you, you dropped your arms and pasted a smile on your face before walking in to join them. And when Jake’s hand absent-mindedly trailed along your arm during the movie later, you snuggled further into his side, making him smile and kiss your forehead while your father frowned at you in disapproval from his recliner. You didn’t care, though; you held onto Jake tightly, afraid that if you loosened your grip at any moment and let your guard down, he’d slip right through your fingers and vanish. And Jake, the boy who you had given your heart to so long ago, would be gone to you forever. When an unbidden tear rolled down your cheek at the thought, you didn’t bother wiping it away, only pressed a fiercely protective kiss to where Jake’s heart beat steadily underneath your ear, making him quietly hum in approval and place his lips to your forehead. The action set free another tear but you refused to wipe it away as you stared blankly at the TV screen; you silently vowed you would do whatever it took to keep the love of your life safely out of Marisol’s grasp.

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Not In Front of the Fish...

Jake Jensen x roommate!Reader follow up to Watch the Fish (see previous or JJ Masterlist)

Summary: You've caught Jake doing something he shouldn't, but there's no reason you can't string him along...and along...and along until the line snaps.

Warnings for smut (many references to masturbation, protected sex), horrible puns (yes, hello, I'm Ro, welcome!), heavy innuendo, trolling this poor boi as hard as humanly possible, taking the lord's name in so much vain, kinda *aggressive* foreplay, aftercare, fluff, and whipped!Jake (deserves a warning because I sure as sh*t wasn't prepared 🫠).

Blame @bigtreefest...or thank Essie, ya know, whatevs! No beta, we die drowning in the fish tank. MINORS DNI. And yes, @whiskeytangofoxtrot555, the glasses stay on 🤭 Y'all may not realize this but I myself am an ultra-awkward nerd, so I identify with Jake's struggle and yet would absolutely, endlessly tease this mothaf**ka.

"Hey, Jakey. Whatcha doing?"

Well, thank fuck he's not still hard standing there with his metaphorical dick out, the last image from your laptop's screen seared into his eyeballs of some woman taking a load in her open mouth.

"Need me--" you steadily lick vanilla ice cream off a spoon, some caught at the corner of your wide open lips "--for anything?"

He stares. He stares so intently he almost falls over. Apparently, he's leaned into his staring.

"My help, perhaps?"

Your tongue rolls across the edge of the refilled spoon.

He thinks maybe he'll cry if you keep this up, but for the love of Christ, please keep this up.

"No," he squeaks. "Just..." Must you be wearing short-shorts? Is it essential that your tank top dip so low? "...saying 'hi.'"

His hand flings out in a wave, five fingers managing to point in eight different directions because he can't commit to any sort of normal human movement.

"So... Hi."

Some ice cream drips off the spoon down your chin and to your chest.

Jake is not here right now. Jake has died.

"Sure." You wipe up your mess and keep eating. "Sweet dreams, big guy. You look ready to hit the sack after a long...satisfying...shower." You let the spoon dangle from your mouth while brushing past him, which you have to do. You have to touch him because Jake can't fucking move for the life of him, and he swears to god you made your hand sweep across the front of his hip.

He jolts to follow the contact before overwriting his hind brain. His hand slaps the wall as he catches himself trying before collapsing into a begging puddle at your feet.

He should tell you. He'd rather die.

He should admit what he's done, admit what he wants to do, but when he stops pinching his eyes shut for strength, Jake turns to find you bent over in the doorway.

"Hello, sweethearts," you coo to the fish, "what would you like to do this evening? Maybe watch another movie?"

You wiggle your butt and make this happy sort of popping noise that Jake can't unhear.

Fuck, is this a thing he's gonna have to deal with now? Listening to you watching porn? His mind instinctively scans your room for a glimpse of any toy you may have left out. He's dying, yeah, but dying to know what they look like, if he's bigger than whatever you bury inside you now.

"Jake," you repeat in a breathy way that has him swallowing his tongue. You've stood back up, holding a bowl with oozing white liquid that teeters close to the edge as it melts.

His dick could top that off in jiffy if you'd like.

He coughs. "Yeah, uh, what?"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Fuck me, every muscle, bone, and braincell in his body screams at once.

All he manages is an anatomically-correct impression of a fish. No sound comes up from his desperate lungs. He flees to his room.

He hears you shut your door just as he shoves down the shorts he threw on and grabs a squirt of lotion from the bottle nearby.

Too many images speed through his brain all at once, cum and cream, sex and porn, your open mouth, your presented ass, that peek of cheek beneath soft fabric, the shadow along the seam where the material ran right through your folds--probably, at least, he's filling in gaps wherever he pleases--and the breathy sounds of 'Jakey' 'need me' 'help you' 'satisfying,' and 'anything.'

"Fuck me," he growls out in earnest, sparing no trick to get himself off as fast as possible. Maybe if he's quick he won't learn exactly how hot he finds all this. He already relies on you as the voice in his head.

It's like you're right there on the floor with him, cupping his balls and whispering in his ear.

So hard for me, huh? So heavy and in need of attention. Why did you wait to fuck your fist, Jakey? Had to hear me? Think of this dick filling me better than any toy...

He gasps and groans, shoving his face into the nearest side of mattress to muffle the carnal sound.

It puts his ear right next to his discarded headphones.

"Daddy was so rude just then, huh? I know. He's shy. He'll come see you tomorrow. He just needs to be all alone in his bed when he's tired. I know, I know. It makes mommy sad, too. She doesn't like to be all alone, but that's why I have you. Look at the camera and wish daddy goodnight..."

Oh, fuuuuuuuuck me, Jake wails into his sheets when he hears the sound of you blowing a kiss through the speakers.

Poor thing doesn't know you're torturing him on purpose, but at least he came...with his bare knees aching on the hardwood floor of his room and the nosepiece of his glasses digging into his eye sockets as he buries his shame in his bed.

You suggest he have the fish in his room for a while, like shared custody, but then he knows you would have access to listen to him via the livestream.

If he tells you you have to mute it every time, you'll know he might not have. If he refuses to keep the feed up or the camera functioning, you'll be suspicious of why. If he says fucking anything against your very thoughtful and adorable idea, it'll be a cold day in hell since he will endure all forms of torture just to see your elated smile as the tank is finally setup between his closet and his bed across the room from his desk.

The keystrokes from his work are too faint for the camera's microphone, and he proceeds to wear headphones for music, take calls outside, and never touch himself in his own room for weeks. Ok fine, two, he makes it two weeks.

Deprived of hearing you, which he grew rather dependent on, and needing to inconspicuously lengthen his showers, Jake is a mess.

Why didn't he record anything? Why would he??? He was supposed to get himself together like a man and either ask you out or get the fuck over it.

He even watches (but mostly listens to) porn through his headphones without touching himself in an attempt to fade the memory, but then you show up at his door, asking to visit with the 'kiddos' and checking with the Marauders if 'daddy' is treating them well.

He's not gonna make it, man.

You settle on his bed to read for a while because why the fuck would he say 'no' to you, and this is the part that does Jake in the most: his sheets smell like you after and turning in his desk chair to find you accidentally asleep in his bed just... He can't.

He's unwell thinking about how sweet you are, how fucking horrible he's being by fantasizing about you this way, how if he just had the balls to crawl over to kiss you, he'd--but he doesn't. He just gets worse.

He gets real messed up horny one evening when you're out at some fancy event with friends.

You leave wearing this dress that practically had him on his knees the way it molded to you and yet draped so smoothly in places. He thinks of his mouth molded to you that closely and his body laying so smoothly over yours.

Damn it. He has to do something. He goes into your room, and it's not that bad, he just picks up a t-shirt, that's all. He's not the world's worst perv or anything. It's not underwear, for god's sake, but on a fluke (because he has no idea how long he was in there) he climaxes at the sound of you yelling 'I'm home' from the kitchen and scrambles to the bathroom with his gym shorts wrapped around his thighs, hand still catching spurts of cum as he for sure doesn't calm down, with milliseconds to spare.

Thank fucking god you're slower to climb the stairs in heels.

He takes it back. He is the world's worst perv.

Your t-shirt mysteriously disappears until he can sneak it back into your laundry.

He runs out of floss and absently searches your drawer for--oh my god.

OH. MY GOD.

That...is a large, veiny dildo you have there. Oh fuck.

Jake slams the drawer shut without thinking.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just...just gotta put floss on the grocery list."

"Use some of mine," you call out casually.

"It's fine!" His voice was too high and he answered too fast, but if he's not mistaken, you have now invited him to poke around in your things.

He feels slightly less pervy...and a hell of a lot hornier.

It reaches a point where coming in the shower isn't enough.

He falls asleep ok but wakes restless and craving friction. There's want and then there's need, and Jake fucking needs this or he'll never rest.

He goes on as quietly as possible, thinking that getting up, going to the bathroom, and turning on the exhaust fan will make far more noise than humping his sheets and biting his pillow.

The fish tank glows as usual at the foot of his bed.

Look away, kids, Jake thinks and immediately doesn't know whether to be sick or laugh. Daddy is gonna fucking die like this.

He knows it's pathetic. The entire thing has been pathetic from start to finish, but he's just too tired and too het up to care.

A few whines escape the insulation of his pillowcase. He misses the gentle patter of footsteps down the hall.

There's a soft knock followed by "Jake?"

God damn it. The one time he gives in, and he's already ruined it.

He tucks himself up into the band of his boxers which is not exactly subtle but can't be helped. Jake rolls out of his bed, finding his glasses in the dark to crack open the door with his body strategically behind it.

"Yeah, what's up?"

He can't make out a whole lot in the low light, but you don't say anything. Your arms are spread out to hang on either side of the frame, making your (again) very low-cut tank top his only focal point.

Well now he's sorta worried this has absolutely fuck-all to do with his problem. "Are you okay?"

"I...I thought..."

Your voice is soft and timid. It makes Jake want to wrap you in his arms, but he's still worried that you'll say you heard him and it's not okay and he's gross and this is all way, way out of line.

He holds his breath to better listen.

"I hoped you would have needed me by now."

What. Air rushes out of him like he's been tackled.

Sorry, WHAT?

"What?" the question finally falls out as he leans intensely again, shifting so the door doesn't slam in your face, his bare chest and lower half now visible as much as they can be. "You...what now??"

Your arms fall and you step forward. It looks to him like you move with trepidation, that your head is lowered in embarrassment, that somehow you're shy about your confession. Maybe you are, but only the tiniest amount compared to him.

"Tell me if I'm wrong, Jake." You slap one hand to his chest with a crinkling noise, and he swiftly moves to take the wrapped condom. "Tell me if you don't want this," you continue, lowering your voice and hand until your thumb grazes the exposed head of his cock.

Lightning strikes and super-charges his need.

"But if you don't th--"

He'll be damned if you finish that thought. Jake scoops your jaw into one big hand, angling you just-so, barreling you both into his door as it swings into his closet with a wobbling bang. He's clumsy and his grip goes everywhere to bully you flush with his body yet not drop your timely offering.

His kisses are feverish and sloppy. By the feel of you groping at his back and shoulders, you're not mad about it. He fumbles with the wrapper behind your back. It takes his attention away for a few seconds.

"I prepped for you," you whisper hoarsely. "I'm ready."

Jake has no legs at that point and takes you with him in a heap to the floor. While stripping away his boxers, he realizes his naked ass is high in the air of his room.

All he can see in his mind is fish pressed against the glass, staring, judging. Gah, not here.

He maneuvers into your hold again and says, "hang on," crawling to the hall runner so the 'children' won't see. No, he can't make it any further because his length is snuggled between your fucking thighs and somehow the hallway is a fucking mile long to your room. No, he's not immune to your whines from where your head is tucked in the crease of his neck.

Here's fine.

As gracefully as he can, Jake collapses onto you, collecting the noises he missed so much directly from the source.

For being made of such little fabric, your shorts are in his way, and he's genuinely annoyed to have to lift from you again, even though it's necessary to discard them and necessary to get the now-open condom rolled along his aching cock.

His glasses are already smeared from haphazardly exploring your skin. If Jake couldn't see before, he's all but blind now. The only garment close enough to try and clean them is your tank top, but he ignores it because it's still dark. He needs to feel you more than anything else in the world.

Lightly, your fingertips flicker down his abs and lead him to close the gap between you.

Jake groans as he lines himself up and easily notches into your welcoming heat. As aroused as you are, he still edges himself deeper and deeper in barely-controlled strokes, grabbing the railing at his side for leverage and stability.

He grunts instead of articulating how magnificent you feel. He moans instead of voicing what an utter blessing it is to finally fuck you. He gasps with the rolls of your hips because you taking control while beneath him just...unravels him.

This was too long coming, and he wasn't prepared.

Jake's apology for being fast to finish perches at the tip of his tongue when you cut off his words and the last of circulation to his brain.

You shake and pant, mewling 'yes' and his name, while your body squeezes him like a vice. He's being pumped to completion without moving another muscle, and, good fucking god, he has to hang on, falling to his forearm, keeping his open mouth hovering over yours.

Jake thinks maybe he just drowned and got brought back to life.

Right there, in his face are your precariously covered tits, nipples rock hard and taunting him. He doesn't care what his dick's doing anymore; he wrenches a strap down your chest and lavishes your plush flesh with attention.

Too long coming and in no way prepared... Neither were you.

Your hands brace his head, fingers buried in his short hair as you wiggle and hump at his semi-stiff cock inside you. Jake hisses in over-stimulation but doesn't stop you. He swears he will never, ever stop you.

His attentions on your breasts slow but he can't seem to let you go for a long time, long after your legs fall away from him, limp and twitching.

A pair of goodbye pecks is his parting gift before Jake nuzzles up the column of your neck and takes what little breath you've regained, curling his arms around you as his tongue curls with yours.

When he adjusts again, he realizes how sore he's getting from kneeling on the floor, and sits up to help you, too.

"Let me get--I'll just--"

Jake can almost reach a towel inside the bathroom from this position with his long arms, but he's sure to warm up the tap and trash the condom before returning to gently wipe you. He may have made a quick pass at his lenses in there as well.

You look dazed and delightfully sated, basking in the streak of light from the bathroom, leaning on your palms like you're on a beach somewhere.

"Fuck, you're stunning," he says without thought.

He...lingers a while to clean you up, overtly mapping these bits of you he hasn't seen yet.

"What took you so long?"

Jake tosses the towel up into the sink behind him and manhandles you into his arms.

"I might've ruined everything." He starts to lower you into your bed, but you don't release your arms from around his neck. "You could've kicked me out."

He's not going to argue. He won't say 'no' to you.

"Come here, you dork. You can't keep me waiting anymore."

Jake climbs into the cramped, cozy space with you, mentally noting that a bigger bed is definitely on the shopping list.

A/N: I am strategically leaving out my thoughts on the next morning for now because I'm just too excited, eeeee!

[Next part: Feed The Fish]

[lilacevans]

𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑖 𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘… 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜?

— lila’s secret project🤎