#jake jensen x poc reader

[mrsfrankadler]

Who’s at the door?

ransom x reader [?] and jake jensen x reader

A/N: this is a little teaser for a series i MAY or MAY NOT start writing. let me know if you like it. also this was written on my phone so it could be bad 💔

Warnings: none i guess? it's only the first chapter people it's an intro, maybe Jake being sickeningly adorable 🤷🏾‍♀️

Summary: there’s a handsome stranger at the door.. are we even expecting anyone?

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"Okay, so, were both just sitting on his couch and he's giving me this look right,"

"Uh-huh."

"You know, real 'fuck me eyes', right."

"Yeahh.." Jake continues listening, attentively.

"And then, when he opens his mouth to speak, i expect him to come out wit some killer line that would totally make me swoon," You continued, using your hands to paint the picture of just how high your hopes were.

"Mhm."

"And then he just comes out with, 'uhh, so are you gonna suck my dick, orr?'"

Your hands flatly drop to your sides and Jake almost jumps in shock, the utter disgust prominent on his face.

"HUH?"

"Yeah."

"WHAT?"

"YES!"

"I mean, Jay, who even says that." You sigh, giving a disappointed look. "Just so inappropriate." You added, kind of enjoying his dramatic reaction.

He just puts his head in his hands, trying to process why anyone would ever treat a woman — especially not an angel like you — like that. He just can't even comprehend it. He knows that if you ever let him get that close with you, he couldn't even dream of treating you like that.

First of all, he would start out focusing on you, not himself. Softly kissing you all over face and telling you how beautiful and precious you are to him before making his way down to your-

Ring-ring.

You abruptly rose out of your seat with a deer-in-headlights expression on your face. Jake just looked at you confused and suspicious. Who was that?

"Who's that?" He stood up with you, just watching as you practically sprinted upstairs. "Don't worry about it, JJ." He blushed at the nickname, "Just tell him to wait and I'll be right down!" You called down the stairs.

Jake didn't like this. 'Don't worry about it.' What's that supposed to mean? 'Don't worry about it.'

Fuck that, he thought, making his way to the door and peeking through the peephole. On the other side of the door, he saw a tall, seemingly quite built man sporting a brown cable knit sweater.

He looks like an asshole, Jake thought to himself.

Before Jake had the chance to walk away and start worrying about what you and this man were about to run off and do together, the man noticed there was someone on the other side of the door.

"Y/N? Y/N is that you? Come on baby, just let me in." He started knocking again. Jake shuddered at the pet name before opening the door. "It's cold out here-,"

"Oh." The man commented, bluntly looking Jake up and down before pushing past him and taking a seat at the table.

"Oh." Jake imitated, walking over to the kitchen where he had chosen to sit.

There was an awkward silence as the two men subtly sized eachother up.

"Uh, I'm Jake," he started awkwardly out his hand for him to shake before awkwardly shoving it back into his pocket when the guy just glared at it.

"Ransom."

"Oh, cool, nice to meet you." Jake was trying to be polite.

"Yeah." Ransom scoffed. He wasn't making it easy.

The awkward silence returned, while Jake started trying to think of ways to break the ice. However, his mind became occupied by other things. Like where was Ransom taking you at 5:30 in the evening? Why did you seem so nervous when he knocked on the door? Why did you tell him not to worry? Should he be worried? And why'd he call you baby?

You finally pulled him out of his stressful thoughts by announcing that you were ready to go and making your way down the stairs looking possibly the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

"Whaddaya think?" You did a little twirl as the two men in front of you stared in awe. You wore a maroon satin dress that stopped just below your knees, paired with some peep toe kitten heels that had a silver buckle.

Jake just stared at you star-struck as you slowly made your way to the table. "You look beautiful, sugar." Ransom piped up and Jake wanted to throw up in his mouth. Another pet name? "Thank you, Ransom." you cupped his face gently before turning to Jake who was sporting a rather defeated expression.

"Jayy..." You started, softly, "I'm sorry I forgot to mention that I was going out tonight, it was really short notice.. even I forgot!" You explained, earning an offended scoff from Ransom. "I'll be back before you know it, and i'll tell you every detail." You winked at him before turning back to leave with Ransom. Jake just slouched deeper into his seat at the table.

Does he really wanna know every detail?

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YALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKKK!!!! part 2 is in my drafts babies 💋

[bluemusickid]

A request for Jake Jensen x reader, reader is baking and Jake tries to help to only end up in a big mess and them all over each other on the surfaces in their kitchen 😏🍆🤤😉 smut please an lots of it please and thank you 😊

Oh woooow, digging the Jake Jensen love. Sorry it took me so long lol, my brain won't comply. I added a lil' twist, nonnie, hope you don't mind! (Provided you're still reading, heh.)

Pairing: Chef!Jake Jensen × Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), Jake being Jake, kinda filthy lolol

A/N: Join my taglist here. Minors not allowed, pls heed all warnings. You are responsible for your media consumption, and you alone. Not beta'ed, any mistakes, grammatical or otherwise are all mine. I only post my work on AO3 and Tumblr, nowhere else. Reblogs are welcome and appreciated. Peace and love.  Dividers by the wickedly talented @firefly-graphics . Hope you enjoy this lil' lighthearted piece. xoxo Lexi

Baker’s Delight

You huffed, a small cloud of flour forming as you did. You'd stayed back after hours at school, determined to get good at crème brûlée before leaving. Chef Jensen had been kind enough to explain it twice, but somehow your brain wouldn’t register the steps. You were determined to get it right, even if it meant staying up all night, even staying at the school.

You poured the ingredients in a huge bowl, measuring everything to the last milligram. You would make the best crème brûlée the world saw, better than that damn Julian, who just wanted to get Chef Jensen's attention. Pfft. You'd show him.

You were about to start mixing when a noise startled you out of your thoughts, the bowl nearly falling off the counter. Your stomach plunged at the thought of your hard work going to vain, but thankfully, by divine providence, it was caught by a hand which popped out from behind you, grabbing the bowl and swiftly keeping it back on the counter.

You gasped and turned with a whoosh, your chest bumping against a hard wall of muscle, as you looked up into the eyes of your lover. Jake looked at you, amusement evident in his eyes.

“Hey baby.” he crooned, giving you a peck on your cheek. You smiled. You both had agreed to be professional during class, but you had to admit, seeing him in action and being in complete control, made him irresistible.

His meringue class was the the best; his strong muscular arms beating those egg whites by hand, it could be categorised as porn. You’d heard a few girls swoon about how his bulging biceps were flexing with every turn of the whisk. You couldn’t help feeling a little jealous; that night, you rode him like it was the end of the world, in his uniform no less. He was bemused at first, but didn’t complain (obviously).

You did want to make it as a good chef, no doubt, and it did help that he was a renowned Chef, who took his job seriously. But sometimes you felt like if you weren’t together, he wouldn’t pay attention to you. You knew you weren’t the best student, which is why you spent extra time after school, honing your skills. You’d show that kiss ass Julian what a real crème brulèe looked like. Without kissing ass. Well, maybe only a little.

You turned around, returning to the task at hand. You couldn't afford to get distracted, no matter how hot he looked with his tousled hair and chain hanging loosely from the confines of his tight t-shirt. Whisking the egg whites, you faltered as you felt his hands settle over yours, setting the appropriate speed. His hot breath tickled your ear as you felt him hot and hard against your hip, slightly undulating as he helped you whisk. Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes closing as you let your emotions wash over you.

"I guess they're done now." You whispered, letting go of the whisk. Jake was now nibbling on your earlobe, his hands resting on your hips. "Good." he mumbled, roughly turning you as he pulled off your apron and shirt in a frenzy, leaving you in your bra. You gasped, alarmed at his alacrity. Everyone had already left the school by now, but the security in the building could very well walk in at any moment.

Pulling off your bra, he took a nub in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, as his fingers skilfully caressed your other nipple, leaving you breathless. Your fingers moved to his pants, trying to undo his belt buckle but failing. He stopped his ministrations, turning you around to face the counter. Undoing your jeans and pulling them down along with your underwear, he dipped his fingers into the bowl of sweetened condensed milk, trailing them down your back. You moaned, unable to stay silent any longer. The asshole knew that your back was one of your most sensitive parts and drove you wild. Leaning down, he licked the condensed milk, softly biting down on the flesh after every caress of his tongue. You keened, moving your hips against his clothed crotch, his arousal very evident. Moving his fingers lower, he slipped a finger into your weeping channel, a muffled groan escaping his mouth as your walls tightened around his finger. He fucked you with his fingers, all the while thrusting himself against you for relief. Breaking apart, you pulled away his hand as you reached behind and undid his pants with urgency, pulling down the offending item in a great hurry.

Letting out a throaty chuckle, Jake pushed you down onto the counter roughly, your ass in the air, bare for him to marvel and appreciate. With a low growl, he took himself in his hand and pumped himself before grinding along your slit, gathering the moisture. With a grunt, he plunged into you, burying himself inside you to the hilt.  You wailed as you felt him enter, the burn a welcome feeling. He pulled out for a bit and thrust again, letting you absorb the feeling of fullness. Your soft moan turned him on following which, he let himself go. He began fucking you, really fucking you, with abandon. Your nipples pebbled against the cold counter, in contrast to the heat that was spreading within you, emanating from your core. 

Pulling your arm, Jake doubled his speed by using your appendage as traction, his thighs squeezing yours, causing your walls to grasp him even tighter. He groaned, rasping, “Wanted to fuck you on your table since yesterday, princess. Seeing you bend around and lick ​chocolate from those delectable fingers got me so fuckin’ hard, gorgeous.” Thrusting harder, he elicited a whimper from you as he pulled you upright, whispering in your ear, ordering you to come for him.

And with that, you were a goner. You came so hard, you saw stars burst behind your eyelids as you screamed his name for the world to hear. He shouted a few moments later, his release coating your walls, every last drop inside you. You both fell forward, knocking down the bowl. Jake raised his head after a few moments, dropping a kiss on your shoulder, “This crème brulèe was wayyyy better than Julian’s, but I’d like to check if you’ve thoroughly understood the method.”, pulling you to the floor for your next lesson.

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[infernal-fire]

suburban dream

summary: how do you wake up from a nightmare? is it a nightmare if you’ve been asleep the whole time?

major warnings: noncon/dubcon smut, stalking, mention of pregnancy, some cum play (check the prompts for indications of other warnings)

a/n: this is for @iraot​’s 1.1k writing challenge. BIG congrats on 1.1k (i cannot explain how glad i am that others get to read your amazing work) and another BIG thank you for hosting this challenge.

Here are the results of my wheel spins:

Kink wheel: daddy kink, somnophilia, breeding kink Character wheel: Jake Jensen Situation wheel: Neighbours AU

You let out a breath of relief as you dropped the last brown box into the corner of the room. How you managed to own this much stuff, you’d never know. Glanced around the living room, it was difficult to decide where to begin. After much contemplation, you huffed and picked up the pizza catalogue, deciding to call it a day. 

It was unbearable to leave the house in the mess that it was. On the other hand, your right hip wailed in agony every time you bent down. Lacking the much-needed support of friends or family, you had no option but to suck it up and unpack… but that can wait till tomorrow. 

Fishing out just the necessities for the night, you climbed up the stairs and headed into the master bedroom. Massive house for one person, you noted. You did insist that an apartment would suffice but Tony was a stickler for rules.

All Stark employees have to be residents of a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood. 

Before getting the job, you weren’t even aware that “Stark-Jensen” neighbourhoods were a thing; it was a term coined by the tech company itself, referring to neighbourhoods that are protected by Stark-Jensen technology. The crime rate in these neighbourhoods are always startlingly low, the odd criminal or two being from inside the community itself. All things considered, how could you say no to free housing? 

Sure, the security measures assured that you never had to worry, but it also made you wonder why they were there in the first place. This place was as secure as the Stark Tower; why? You tried not to ask too many questions, afraid of getting on Tony’s bad side. Besides, it isn’t characteristic of him to give you a straight answer anyway. 

Life is good, your most harrowing concern at the moment being that your new place had no curtains. It had been a long time since things were calm and you were just recognizing that your days had been free of storms for some time now. Counting your blessings for the second time that night, you stepped into the shower and reminded yourself of all the things to be grateful for. 

To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. You finished your night routine right as the pizza was delivered and excitedly skipped down. No one told you how fun living alone was but they didn’t need to - you quickly found that independence is a glorious necessity in everyone’s life.

Jake stood bewildered at your person throwing the door open. He gripped the pizza box tight to ensure he didn’t drop it and continued to look at you like you had grown a third head. He never was very good with his words, but your beauty truly inhibited his ability to think.

“Hi?” you asked.

“Hey, I-I’m your neighbour, Jake. Saw that you were moving in and I came to ask if you need any help.” 

“Oh,” you contemplated, looking past him. “Where’s the pizza person?”

“I paid for it. Housewarming gift?” he  said like a question and handed it over. 

You received the warm box and waited for him to say something as he fiddled with his hands. His smile looks so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

“So…Do you need help?” He looked up right at the end. You grinned at how shy he was.

“I would really appreciate the help tomorrow,” you replied casually. 

“Oh, so… I’ll come by tomorrow morning?” He looked hopeful, as if you were the one handing him the olive branch. You took a once-over of his build, sure that he would come handy when your hip gives up again and nodded in response. 

He nodded back slowly and turned around to leave, but seeing him at your doorstep felt eerily similar to a puppy left out in the rain. 

“I don’t think I can finish this pizza alone,” you called out. He turned around, a glint of happiness apparent in the shine of his eyes. 

“Do you have time to help me with this right now?” It was your turn to look hopeful and you really hoped this cutie took the bait.

He did. 

You couldn’t ignore the nagging at the back of your head that you had seen him somewhere. You also couldn’t dismiss the fact that dinner together was just a little awkward. The conversation started off with small talk, and it didn’t take a genius to tell that neither of you enjoyed it. Luckily, it shifted to talks about the neighbourhood and your old job. After that, the words flowed easily, the two of you bonding like you had known each other forever. Although it was smooth sailing, you couldn’t help but wonder how he knows so much about the neighbourhood security measures. When he mentioned that he had lived there for about 6 years, you chalked it up to a simple accumulation of knowledge he must’ve acquired from being around for so long. 

“So everyone who lives around here works for Stark-Jensen, right?” you questioned, trailing your finger on the rim of your second wine glass for the night.

“Yeah, for the most part. Though it’s hard to tell who works for who.”

You chuckled in agreement.

“What is it with that? I mean, I work for Stark, and my colleagues, too… but exclusively for Stark. Jensen does exist right?”

“Yeah,” he snickered, “He does. Stark makes the tech and Jensen does the coding.”

“So they’re a two-man team, but Tony’s the face of the company? Seems sort of unfair,” you muttered, quirking your brow a little. 

Jake smiled at your comment, glanced at his hands and looked back up at you. 

“Maybe he wants it to be that way.” He nudged his glasses up and took a little sip of his wine while peering at you. 

You cocked your head to the side and considered the information. Your head was hazy and you needed to stop drinking; alcohol and cute guys are not a good mix. 

“Wait.” You squinted at him. 

“Does that mean you’re a Stark-Jensen employee?” 

He let out a chortle and took your glass from you. 

“Hey, hey I want that back!” you whined, not even caring that you’re embarrassing yourself. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” He gently helped you up, waiting for you to move. 

“I can usually handle my liquor,” you promised, clinging onto his broad form for support. 

He started moving you up to your lone mattress in the corner of your room, softly laying you down. 

“Jake,” you caught his arm. “You didn’t answer the question. Do you work for Stark-Jensen?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

You pouted at his answer, still gripping his wrist like you owned him. He tenderly pried your fingers off him and placed them on your belly. 

“See you tomorrow,” he mumbled as he left your room. You drifted asleep easily, blissfully unaware of how you’d never be able to live down the humiliation of your drunken stupor. 

The next day, you hoped Jake wouldn’t show up. It would save you from the burning heat that crept up your neck every time you recalled the night before.

Unfortunately, Jake had found it way too amusing an opportunity to tease you, showing up at your doorstep at 10 AM on the dot. 

The day went on without a hitch, the conversation picking up easily from where you left off. Jake found it endearing when you groaned at the mention of your state, only after three glasses of wine. The question of his employment never crossed your mind again, both of you having way too much fun unpacking. You felt ten times better knowing that your neighbour was a loveable, single, hunky nerd; it made the stress of settling in that much better. 

Of course, like all good things, the weekend came to an end. Monday morning, you eagerly prepped yourself for a new week at the office. Being Tony’s right hand took five rounds of interviews as well as background checks into every living relative you had. After the turbulent hiring process, you found that the job was not any easier. Luckily, the move had you feeling more thankful about being in sync with all the Stark tech; with FRIDAY managing your house and personal appointments, it was easier to keep track of Tony’s day. 

You stepped out of the house and shielded your eyes from the beautiful day. Just then, your lovely new friend stepped onto his porch wearing casual attire.

“Have fun at work!” he called after you.

“Thanks! Are you going to work?”

“Yes, I am.” You took in his outfit one more time, chuckling as you wondered what job would pay enough to live here while dressed in sweats.

“Well, in case I don’t see ya’... Good afternoon, good evening and good night!” you exclaim loudly. 

Jake giggled like a schoolboy and waved goodbye before ducking into his car. 

Tony’s 10 AM meeting has been pushed to 11 AM, Miss L/N. 

“No, no, that won’t do! He has another meeting at 12 PM, the timing will clash. FRIDAY, who was he supposed to meet at 10 AM?”

Speaking to the AI felt more like talking to yourself, but with time, you assured yourself that it would look as cool as Stark when handling your things.

He’s meeting Mr Jensen, the co-founder of Stark-Jensen. I believe you have not met him yet. 

“Yeah, I haven’t. Could you call him for me, FRIDAY?”

Sorry Miss L/N, Mr Jensen’s phone is switched off. He has already notified Tony of the change in plans. 

“What an asshole,” you grumbled. 

On the contrary, I think you would like Mr Jensen, Miss L/N.

“You can just call me Y/N, FRIDAY. Oh, and, send out a notification to all of today’s meeting hosts and tell them to push it by one hour. If they complain, send them my number to take up any problems they have.” 

It’ll be done by the time you reach your office. 

“Thank you,” you smiled and pulled into your parking spot, right beside Tony’s. 

It was hard to imagine what would’ve happened today if Tony didn’t give you access to FRIDAY. Calling each meeting host and personally asking them to push their meetings seemed like a tedious and mind-bending task. And frankly, you didn’t ever look forward to talking to Karen’s. But now, you would never have to know; FRIDAY was an absolute godsend. 

You stepped onto the other side of security clearance just as the clock struck 9 AM. Strutting up to your office, you made a mental checklist of everything you need to do during the day. Usually, Tony didn’t require you to sit in for his meetings. He has a different set of assistants for note-taking purposes. 

Too consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the large picture of Jake and Tony sitting side by side on the wall beside the elevators. You also didn’t notice Jake’s smirk as he passed by you with ease. He would’ve stopped to say hi, but he knew that you didn’t realize who he was yet. Now he just had to figure out a way to get you to show up to his and Tony’s meeting and give you the heart attack of a lifetime. 

Beep, beep.

The Stark-watch buzzed on your wrist, letting you know that Tony was calling for you. You had barely even stepped into the elevator and he was already whining like a baby. 

You shook your head and stepped into the doorframe of his lab.

“Come here!” his voice called from the far end of a lab. Your suspicions of him being under the work table were confirmed when he wheeled out on his back and handed you a wrench. 

“Do me a favour. Tighten this for me?” 

He handed you the arm of an Iron Man suit, what you assumed was his latest mark. He already lived at the lab as it was, you wondered how he ever had time for Pepper. 

“Come on, put your arm into it L/N! You know what, you’re distracted, give it here.”

“Did you call me here to tighten your screws?” You shifted your weight onto one leg and crossed your arms. It was sassy of you, but Tony’s assistant needs to have some backbone, famously said by Rhodey.

“Well, you know me, screws always loose.” He knocked on his head and chuckled at his own joke. You sighed and turned to walk out. 

“I need you to sit in for my 11 o’clock. And cancel everything else today.”

You gasped and turned again, marching to where he was lying down. 

“Tony Stark, you have no regard for anyone’s time! I already pushed everything back by one hour because of your buddy Jensen and now you’re asking me to cancel everything?”

“I know, and I agree. I wish I could go to the mind-numbing meetings with corporate clowns, but I want to show you and Jensen something cool.”

He stopped fiddling with his toy just long enough to glance at you. 

You sighed and called for FRIDAY, groaning for the umpteenth time since that morning. Why were you acting like this was the first time he’s done this? It was probably your lack of energy from moving. You couldn’t wait to get home and maybe call Jake over for dinner. Now that you considered this possibility, time seemed to pass slower, but at least there was something worthwhile to look forward to. 

When 10:55 rolled around, you were sitting in Tony’s lab, patiently waiting as Tony set up his latest invention for demonstration. 

“Where’s your buddy?” you asked, checking your watch for the time again. 

“On his way,” he replied without turning away from his work. 

He paused and took a step back to admire his work before facing you. 

“You haven’t met Jake, have you?”

“Jake?”

Right on cue, Jake walked through the doors of the labs and you whipped around to find your grinning friend.

“Howdy neighbour,” Jake sneered. 

“Oh, right. You live beside each other,” Tony muttered as he gathered some more things from his desk. 

You shamelessly inhaled the pinewood and vanilla-infused scent of Jake as he sat down beside you. To have him so close to you was a dangerous thing, your cunt unknowingly clenching every time he moved his biceps. 

“Stop making heart-eyes at him.”

You threw whatever was in your hand at Tony’s head, and it happened to be a pen. It narrowly missed as he ducked and doubled over in laughter at your embarrassment. The bastard took sick pleasure in it so he often made it a point to humiliate you, but it usually wasn’t in front of the co-CEO of the world’s largest tech company. 

The rest of your time in that lab went on without any heart attacks - as far as anyone knew, the slick between your thighs doesn’t account for a ‘heart attack’, per se. You shouldn’t even be thinking about Jake like that. He was technically your boss too. 

Tony dismissed you at lunch and told you to take the rest of the day off, much to your delight. You slid into your car and dropped your head onto the steering wheel.

You had barely moved into the neighbourhood and you’re already finding ways to be fired.

~Time skip~

You sighed and laid back in the over-the-top maternity chair Jake got you for feeding. Your baby gurgled as curled his little fingers into his palm before knocking on your breast once. With a light chuckle, you cooed as the little bundle began falling asleep. 

This was the only place in the house that had a sliver of sunlight gracing the inside of the house. 

You could have outdoor privileges if you didn’t pull that little stunt. 

Could you really blame yourself for trying to leave? How were you to know that it’s impossible to leave a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood?

Because it says “Stark-Jensen” in the name, you dumbass. 

Fair enough.

You lost count of how many times you sigh on the daily, instead opting to count the number of times you’re able to hold off a mental breakdown. Today, you got the rare privilege of privacy, with Jake being gone to another one of Stark’s presentation.

You reminisced about the last time you sat in Tony’s lab and watched him explain his latest creation. Little did you know that the first time you sat with Jake in there would also be the last time you ever sat in there. 

You gently placed the Jim in the cradle. Again, one of the many over-the-top investments made by Jake to ensure the baby got state-of-the-art care. The way Jensen had made you sit beside him as he put the contraption together almost had you lurching. But you didn’t want to wake the baby. The horridness of the memories cannot outweigh your will to keep Jimmy from crying.

“Look at it!”, Jake excitedly spun the box to show you. It must’ve cost an unreasonable amount of money - not that he couldn’t spare to spend the coin, but the purchase confirmed your worst suspicions; he was serious about this all. 

Your eyes, puffy from the days of crying, were barely open. Yet you still nodded, figuring that if you put up with his enthusiasm now, he’ll let you go to sleep without raping you like he did every night. 

Anyway, you were wrong. 

When did everything go so wrong?; How?

You picked up your phone. Your eyes flickered between the only two contacts saved on it. Jake made sure you couldn’t do anything except call him or Tony.

You missed your ex-boss (who was always more of a friend to you). But, it was obvious that calling him wasn’t worth it and would rarely yield any fruitful conversation. Tony always spoke as if he were walking on glass around you and your words were always monitored and censored by Jake. It didn’t take long to figure that one out. 

“I don’t know what happened, Tony, she’s just unhinged,” Jake explained over the phone. In the background, you struggled against the bonds that held you to his bedframe. You sobbed harder into your gag and tried to scream ‘help’. All that came out was a shriek. 

“You hear her? She’s completely unfit to come into work… What happened? I don’t know man… She’s breaking down under all the stress. A few days of rest might do the trick. No, no, you don’t have to come down. I’ll take care of it.” 

He ended the call and you went limp, pausing your hysteria. He smiled at you as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. As if he hadn’t just made Tony believe that you were off your rockers. As if he hadn’t just fucked you five times over the span of 48 hours. 

He had planned every step of your entrapment to the letter and it was all going according to his plan.

You put your phone facedown on the dining table and walked back upstairs to your room. His room. Your room, too. 

Never, you internally screamed.

Well, it’s too late to debate it. 

You stood at the foot of your bed and traced the footboard. He took you countless amount of times on this bed and every instance held some clue that he was working up to what was happening now. You could see that now - but what was the point now?

You giggled as Jake pushed you onto his bed. Who knew this golden retriever could be so rough?

“Shhshshshhh” you slurred and Jake laughed in response. 

“Tony’s not here, baby,” he replied, climbing on top of you. 

“We’re not gonna get fired?” 

“He can’t fire me, sweetheart.”

“Oh… yeah.” You frowned, remembering that your risqué relationship was only risky for you. 

In your drunken haze, you didn’t realize Jake was rubbing his bulbous tip against your folds, gathering slick. 

“Condom?” 

“Don’t have,” Jake lied. 

“Oh,” you hesitated. 

“It’ll feel so good, baby.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and sunk in before you had the chance to protest. 

“Jakeeee,” you whined. Writhing under his grasp, you shook your head side-to-side as he vigorously fucked into you. 

He abruptly stopped and pulled out. “What have I said about saying my name?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you sheepishly say. 

“That’s right, slut. You’re gonna make me a daddy, right?” He pushed back in. 

“Yeah, you are. Gonna make me a daddy, so call me daddy.”

The implication of his words flew right over your head in your drunken haze and blank mind. Any ounce of sense that you had left was being fucked out by his thick length. 

“Gonna blow my load. Fill you tight cunt, not gonna last long.”

His words were broken with loud moans. He couldn’t think straight with your warm, wet pussy inviting him in over and over. 

As you shook from an overwhelming orgasm, your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing Jake to lose any last bit of restraint he was holding onto. He pushed in as far as he could go as you flailed around. He pinned your arms down and pressed his mouth into yours, delivering a hot and heavy kiss that had you panting. 

He pulled out, but the string of cum that followed made you blanch. You never were one for cum play. Still, you didn’t protest when Jake pushed everything back in with two fingers. 

“Gotta’ make sure you’re full baby.”

You shake your head now, but again, what’s the point? It’s all done and dusted. Though, you should give yourself some credit. Even if you had realized earlier, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He would’ve realized that you knew before you could’ve even thought about escaping.

As you drifted asleep, you adjusted the volume of the baby monitor one last time and slumped into the fluffy pillows. 

How do you wake up from dreams? Was it by pinching yourself? You couldn’t wake up from the nightmare that was your reality when you pinched yourself. You doubted that would work right now. You couldn’t recall how to open your eyes. Instead, you whimpered in your sleep, reliving the moment Jake finally revealed his ulterior motive

“You did what?” Jake was seething, but the only indication of it was his clenching jaw and red face. His tone was the perfect embodiment of the calm before a storm. 

“I know you aren’t happy… but Jake, you- you’re always talking about babies and a family. It was so overwhelming and I… I-I…” You were shivering now, unable to withstand the heat of his glare. You had never been on the receiving end of his anger. Hell, you had never even seen him angry. 

“I didn’t have an abortion, Jake, for god’s sake stop looking at me like a killed a baby! Plan B is not a crime. I’m only even bringing this up because I started on birth control anyway. Plan B every time we have sex is just not practical or feasible.”

At this point, you could’ve been speaking to a wall. Jake still hadn’t said anything and you were beginning to wonder if he had even been listening. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he whispered, at last. 

“What?”

“I watch you do everything, I can’t believe I didn’t know about the Plan B.”

“What… What are you saying?”

“I said,” Jake stood up, “I’ve basically been watching you 24/7. And I don’t know how I didn’t notice this.” 

“What do you mean watching me?” Tears in your waterline were threatening to blur your vision but you blinked furiously in an attempt to keep looking Jake in the eyes.

 “You think FRIDAY works for you?” 

Jake leisurely cracked each knuckle and took a step towards you. You took one back. 

“Oh, now, don’t be like that.”

You woke from your nightmare that was the boiling pot and jumped straight into the fire. Jake was already moving in and out of your channel, moaning about how he missed you too much. 

You tried to adjust yourself but he caught your arms and pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your stomach. 

When he pushed back in, the hopelessness of your life manifested as tears; it happens every once in a while. 

Today, you had a new record: you were able to hold off a total of 7 breakdowns.

But, of course, that was right before he pinched you awake every time.

Masterlist

[cloudystevie]

Idk if you’re still taking request but can you do panty sniffing with Chris or his characters

pairing || mob boss! steve rogers x bratty! fem! reader

word count || 1852

warnings || steve is kinda dark, daddy kink, dom/sub, mafia activities, mentions of other cevans characters, mentions of exhibitionism, degradation/dumbification, slapping, spitting

18+ ONLY MINORS DNR, DNI. DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY STORIES ANYWHERE

im always taking requests!!! 🤍💖

It’s an obvious but pathetic attempt by you to get Steve’s attention.

Waking up with you sleeping soundly in his arms, the sunlight filtering through the stupidly expensive curtains and illuminating your face as he takes the time to drink in your every detail. The slight furrow between your brows and the rise and fall of your chest against his soothes him. It’s all so innocent and wholesome as it always starts off as. Until it isn’t.

Clearly you wake up with some devious plan, because when you sweetly smile up at his soft features you seem to already be constructing a plan which will surely result in a punishment. You kiss him and he kisses you back, whispering your sweet good mornings as you subtly grind against his bare torso, his cock stirring beneath his boxers. He’s about to flip you over and cage you in with his biceps when you decide to giggle and flutter off to the gorgeous ensuite, leaving Steve fully hard and fully distracted.

But Steve had many rats he needed to tend to today so he couldn’t get caught up in your bratty spell. The morning continued without a hiccup, his men greeting him as you fluttered around and kept yourself occupied as you did when Steve was working.

“Get him out of here.” Steve orders his men with a flick of his wrist, attention turning to his phone which you were currently messaging him on, and he’s greeted by pictures of you in the new tiny skirts and shirts and dresses you ordered for yourself sometime last week. His cock stirs again, as he focuses on a particular photo of you in a white crop top, hugging you tight and leaving nothing to the imagination with your nipples poking through the thin fabric, a pink mini skirt clinging to your hips and the curve of your ass making his brain slightly malfunction.

Princess: i think this one’s my favourite, Daddy :)) do you like it?

Eyes glued to his phone, he steps over the limp bodies of men, accepting the white cloth from his newest hire, Jake Jensen an expert with all things technology, to wipe his hands free of any residual blood as he walks out of the room, making his way to your shared bedroom where you were still trying on your shopping haul.

His strides are long as he easily covers the area to the master bedroom. As expected, he’s met with the sight of you in the middle of taking your skirt off, bent over with the perfect money shot of your bare, dripping pussy. You perk up when you hear him enter the room, knowing he was the only one allowed into the master bedroom besides you. Giggling, you gleefully walk over to him, at all his 6’5 stature with built shoulders and a wide chest, long legs and erection so obviously peeking through, and he was all yours.

Slinging your arms around his neck, he tries desperately to ignore the fact that you have nothing on except for a thin white tank top.

And your bare pussy is pressing against his jean clad thigh.

“I missed you Daddy, are you finished working today?” You ask sweetly, but the mischievousness in your expression certainly does not go unnoticed. No one knew you better than Steve did, you didn’t even know yourself as well as Steve did.

Ignoring you, he drawls, “You’re not gonna like how this ends princess.” And he can feel the shivers erupting on your sensitive body, but you maintain your smile, pressing kisses to his clenched jaw and strained neck, “Did you find the present I left you?”

Steve’s brows furrow at that, what were you talking about? His confusion is clearly etched onto his face because you giggle and tell him to check the back pocket of his jeans, burying your face in the space where his neck and shoulder meet. He does as you say, finding a bunched up scrap of fabric and you see his eyes literally darken when he realizes what it is.

Slowly you back away and sit down on the bed, waiting for his reaction at the sweet little present you decided to leave your Daddy while he was working! Clearly he didn’t notice when you slipped out of your panties just thirty minutes prior and placed them in his jeans for him to find later.

He inspected the pink cotton, bringing it to his nose and inhaling your scent, and you whimper when he storms over to you, shoving you down and panties now in his mouth as he sucks at the gusset, groaning at your taste on the fabric. You whine as his hands easily tear the thin fabric of your shirt completely exposing you. He bends down to take in the sight of your pussy, glistening in the sunlight as he spits out your panties, grumbling, “Little fucking slut, can’t ever fucking think when her pussy needs to be full.”

You mewl, chest heaving as you try to buck your hips up into his face, to no avail. “Please Daddy! Just wanted to leave you a present since you work so hard!”

Pulling your swollen folds apart with one hand, he swats your clit hard in quick successions and the searing pleasure makes you keen. You shamelessly hump his hand before he retracts, “Sending me pictures with those fucking scraps on, showing me these tits,” he grunts, roughly pinching your nipple before swatting it three times in a row and giving the same treatment to the other breast until tears are rolling down your cheeks.

“Walking around all day with your pussy out, you wanted me to fuck you in front of everyone? Hmm? Is that it? You wanna be a little free use cum rag? Are you dripping down your thighs for me or because you wanna be full everywhere, slut?”

You grasp his wrist, mind reeling at the idea of all of his men taking their turns with you. You had become familiar with Ari and Andy, as they worked the most closely with Steve but the mere idea of both of them, almost mirroring Steve’s stature, using you?

“Please Daddy! Please, I've been so wet all day. Need your cock! Need you to fill me up!”

Steve smirks, swiftly unbuckling his pants and pulling his dick out, leaking red and angry at the tip, veiny and thick and long and you need to have him in your mouth. “Don’t worry puppy, I’m gonna fill you up.” He covers his dick in your arousal, grunting and throwing his head back at your warmth engulfing him. You shiver and mewl when his cock fucks you, without actually fucking you. His tip traces down the length of you, poking at your tight hole and you moan in delight, “Tell me, dumb baby, who the fuck owns this pussy?”

“You do Daddy! You own me! Fuck me however you want please I’ll do anything!”

His forehead drops to yours, hand wrapping around your throat and cool rings pressing into the sensitive column of your neck. He laughs straight in your face, “Oh sweetie, you don’t need to give me permission, I’m gonna take this cunt whenever, wherever the fuck I want and you’re gonna be okay with it.” You moan and the lewd sound gets caught in your throat when he thrusts into you in one fluid thrust, filling you to the brim. He offers you not a second to adjust to him, immediately pounding you into the bed with his hand wrapped tight around your throat.

“Fucking prancing around in your tight little outfits, you like the way they look at you? Like you’re a piece of fuckin’ meat?”

You repeatedly nod your head, all the thoughts long fucked from your head as you hold onto him like you’re about to float away. You mindlessly babble and he cruelly laughs in your face, the rough denim grazing the backs of your thighs as he holds your legs up to your ears by your ankles, balls slapping viciously against your tighter hole and his pelvis slaps onto your clit. You can’t escape, no matter how much you squirm and scream and cry, Steve is gonna be there, pounding into you.

You don’t even realize him grabbing your panties which he previously threw away, thrusts slowing momentarily but still holding the same intensity, until he bunches up the fabric and rubs them all over your leaky cunt, covering them in your slick. You whine and clench at the messy playing on your pussy, and Steve resumes his pounding as he brings the panties up to his nose again, inhaling you and going nearly feral as he spits them out again, making them land on your stomach.

Then his hips are fucking straight into your sweet spot, your hands scramble to grasp anywhere you can when he spits right onto your pussy, the action so degrading it has a new wave of slick pooling out of you. Your mindless babbling continues and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue and he smirks before spitting in your mouth, “Don’t swallow pup, hold your mouth open, tongue out, just like that, good girl. Make a fucking mess and I’ll make you lick it clean, there you go.” He coos, watching his spit and your drool drip down your tongue as you pant, chest rising and falling erratically and pussy struggling to keep him in but clinging onto him regardless.

“Oh is my little bitch gonna cum? You gonna squirt all over me? Make a fucking mess? C’mon why don’t you scream and let them all hear you like a cheap whore.”

But before you have the chance to erupt his hand wraps around your throat, yanking you upwards and the new angle and his brute strength makes you cum immediately, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your body jerks uncontrollably, squirting all over yourself and him, and your mind is somewhere far away, unable to hear his mean words as you let out choked sobs and moans. His hand lets go of your throat, swatting your cheek roughly as he thrusts deep inside of you, your hazy babbles egging him on as he fucks you into him and paints your walls with his cum, and the feeling alone is enough to have you cumming again, though you’re not entirely sure you stopped the first time.

He continues pounding into you until he decides you’ve been used enough, and he pulls out of you, cleaning himself of his own cum with your cotton panties. Your head falls as you whimper out his title, and he shushes you, “Put these on puppy, can’t be wasting any of my cum now can we?” But obviously he puts them on for you, as you just lay there and take what he gives you.

He pats your sensitive, covered pussy twice, smiling at the newfound differences of the pink tones and you laying there, dishevelled. “There we go, Daddy’s gonna take care of his stupid baby.”

[mrsfrankadler]

Figuring it out.

jake jensen x f!reader, bucky barnes x f!reader

A/N: LOOK WHAT Y/N’S MESSY ASS DID NOW🤣🤣 she’s all over the place.. lordt. but in her defence, she is in a vulnerable state, things will be normal for her soon. & don’t be afraid to hit up that ask box 💋

Warning: intentional lower case, not in y/n’s pov, angst?, silly little pet names 🙃 ( doll, dollface, baby ), kissing, SMUT ( p in v, praise, no aftercare 😓 ), awkwardness :/

Summary: babygirl is all over the place ( i am bad at summaries ) 🤕. can be read as a standalone but ⬂

pt1 pt2

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the morning after your… unfortunate date with ransom, your alarm wakes you up earlier than usual. the jarring sound of that familiar ringtone reminded you of the obstacle you had to face today.

you were finally going back to work after your - much needed - mental health break.

being in a relationship with syd was hard in itself, but when he finally upped and left, that took a huge toll on your life. you were already affected mentally by the way he treated you when you were together but regardless you stuck around, so when he chose to leave, it just made you feel like shit.

when he noticed the effect of the break-up, jake suggested that you take some time off work to focus on yourself and try to recover, and so you did. but now that time was up.

jake was startled awake by the sounds of you rushing around to get ready, he was going to have to get used to you being awake at this time again.

you hear the floorboards creak as jake slowly steps out of his room, you peek your head out your door to see him in nothing but pajama shorts… who needs boundaries?

“you’re up early, y/n/n…” he points out, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“yeah, jay, i’m back to work today.”

he tries to hide his concern knowing you wouldn’t want him worrying about you but he can’t help the way his eyes widen at your statement. “ah. i remember.”

“yup.”

“huh.”

“so i gotta go jake, love you, i would hug you but you’re basically naked,” he frowns as you kiss him on the cheek, and with a deep breath, you’re out the door.

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when you arrive at work, you make a bee-line straight to your little cubicle, not wanting anybody to ask too many questions about your whereabouts or your mental state.

when you thought you’d made it safe, you sunk into your chair and let out a deep breath. this is not so bad, you thought. until you heard a voice that was all too familiar to you. shit.

“well whaddaya know!” he practically bellowed at your cubicles entrance, “long time no see, dollface.”

luckily there was virtually no one in your vicinity so he didn’t draw to much attention. you let it slide.

you swivelled on your chair to face him, “barnes.”

bucky barnes, though you acted like you hated him, might have been the best part of your days at work. he was always cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh but you could never let him know you really found him amusing or he’d get too cocky.

“so, you were gone… and now you’re back.” he tilted his head with a grin. did he even know where he was going with this conversation? “what’s up with that?”

“yeah, i was. do you need something, barney? i wasn’t even gone that long.” you sighed.

“i missed you calling me that.”

“i didn’t miss your flirting.”

“oh, shit, yeah you have that boyfriend right?” he smirked and you internally groaned, screwing your eyes shut. really barnes?

the two of you stew in awkwardness before you break the silence.

“yeahhh, no. i don’t fuck with him anymore. we broke up.”

bucky’s face dropped. “ohh…” he just stood and scratched the back of his head, “damn.” and you huff out an annoyed sigh, resting your head in your hands on your desk until this idiot pipes up again.

“what happened? if you don’t mind me asking.” he came and sat on your desk.

“he treated me badly pretty much throughout the relationship and then he just dumped me. pretty much out of nowhere.” you just sighed.

“fuck, that’s awful. i’m sorry that happened to you…”

“yeah, thanks.”

“well, do you want a hug.. or something?” he trailed off, expecting to get shot down but;

“yes.”

you had to stand up slightly on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck and you rested your head on his warm chest. his big hands smoothed over your back, rubbing up and down to comfort you. you practically melted into his embrace, had you ever even hugged bucky before? shit felt good as fuck.

when you pull away, his hands linger on your waist and your mind starts to wander. why was he being so sweet and comforting? why did he seem genuinely concerned for me? does he actually care about me?

his steel blue eyes looked down at you through droopy lids. is he..?

he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. innocent enough. friendly enough.

he stared for a moment,

and then he ducked his head down to swipe his lips over yours. gently and barely, he kissed you.

“oh.”

“hm, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t-“

you decided to kiss him again, of course, to shut him up, no other reason. you figured you wouldn’t be able to handle the awkwardness that would follow his apology.

‘i’m sorry i kissed you, you’re going through a hard time, i overstepped’ etc, ugh no. if you were going to ruin the current dynamic of this friendship, you were going to get some fun out of it.

to avoid drawing attention, you whispered, “hm, it’s like three minutes till our lunch break and i think i want you to take me to the storage closet...”

if anything could evoke an instant boner from bucky barnes, it would be that sentence right there.

“and what would we do in there?” he smirked raising a brow.

“just shut up and let’s go.”

the two of you subtly made your way round to the storage room and briefly checked your surroundings before going inside. thank fuck there were no cameras around here.

when you had both made your way in, bucky immediately pushed you gently against the wall and started to kiss you again. his desperation was evident in the kiss, you could tell he’d wanted this for a really long time..

“i’ve wanted this for a really long time.” he whispered while trailing wet kisses down the nape of your neck.

all you can do is moan in response because, have you? you weren’t to sure.

he quickly gets to work and bunching your skirt up to your hips and moving your underpants to the side. at a tormentingly slow pace, he begins to rub circles on your clit eliciting a strained whine from you.

“that feel good?” you can practically hear the smirk is evident in his tone, as he dips his middle finger down to your hole to collect your slick, “fuck you’re wet.”

“well, that probably means you should hurry up and fuck me. you know, before we get caught.” you whispered to him.

he chuckles lowly, unbuckling and taking down his pants but his laughter comes to a halt as you begin to push his tip against your clit, silently begging him to get on with it. he smoothed his hands down the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were just about hovering over the head of his dick and resting on the shelf behind you.

“you ready for me, doll?” he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your mouth. you nodded, ‘mhm’, and that was all the confirmation he needed to slowly lower you down onto his length, sharply sucking in air.

“awh fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he thrusted upwards into your cunt. “feel so fucking good around me, angel.”

the way he was moaning and whispering praises in your ear had you so wet to the point where he was effortlessly slipping in and out of you. his speed was causing the shelf you were rested on to rattle and shake which was making you both laugh slightly. you could feel him panting hot breath against your neck as he quickly rutted into you and you bit your lip to stifle your moans.

bucky admired you slightly sweaty, half-lidded form, “you’re so beautiful, y/n/n. can you feel what you do to me?”

getting praised and complimented like this was a stark contrast to your relationship with syd. sex with him was always pretty rough and there was never much love there. this felt different. in a good way.

the position that you were in mean that your clit was rubbing right up against his pelvis making it almost impossible to stay quiet.

to avoid finishing to quickly - you assume - he began to slow his pace, meaning he was now grinding into you with slow deep strokes that drove you crazy. you couldn’t help but let out quiet whimpers as you gripped his shoulder.

“you getting close?” he started to kiss on your neck.

“awh shit, bucky, i’m gonna-”

“come on, baby, come on this dick.” he grunted, his thrusts beginning to speed up again, indicating that he was also close. “can feel you squeezing me, just let go.”

“fuck!” you whisper-yelled as you reached your climax.

bucky pulled out of you and finished with a moan shooting his spend onto your inner thigh. breathlessly, he rested his head on your shoulder for a moment. you tapped his bicep,

“come on barney, don’t fall asleep on me now, i got places to be,” you checked your watch, “still got 8 minutes of lunch left.”

he picked you up off the shelf and gently placed you back down on your wobbly feet.

you turned to get a kleenex from the shelf to wipe away his jizz from your thigh and pulled your skirt back down.

“‘kay, fine, bossy. you go out first and i’ll come out five minutes later.” you could hear him redoing his belt buckle.

“okay cool.” you chirped, “um, thanks for… cheering me up, barnes. you are sweet.” you gave him a brief hug before slipping out of the moderately spacious big storage closet.

you inwardly sighed. what the fuckk.

⋆

the rest of your afternoon at work was not very eventful. just the usual shit. answering the occasional phone call, writing emails, counting down the minutes to go home… you didn’t really see much of bucky for the rest of that day but the thought of him didn’t leave your head. you just couldn’t really comprehend what you ( and him ) had done.

you let the flirty fuckboy at work hit it, real classy y/n. what is jake gonna think? you had to tell him, you two told each other everything so it would be wrong to keep this from him. it’s not like he’d be that bothered anyway. why would he care?

…

“YOU WHAT??” who were you trying to kid, you knew he wouldn’t take it well.

you were sat on the living room couch whilst he was frantically pacing living room.

“with that guy? ‘cause i don’t really know about him..,” he paused, “why?”

“hm, i was really horny i guess.” you rubbed your temples, “don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“oh no, hey, there’s nothing wrong with you.” he came and sat by you on the couch, “‘m not judging you. just confused. did you want to sleep with him?”

“i’m not sure jake. i just, i opened up to him a little about syd and, he comforted me and he gave a hug, but it was a weird hug and-“

“hey, hey,” he pulled you into his side and rested his head on top of yours. “i guess you don’t have to know right now. you’ll figure it out at some point.”

you just hummed in response.

“so how was your day, jake?”

he scoffed, “not as eventful as yours.” earning him a playful punch in his arm.

“whatever man.”

“you wanna watch adventure time?”

“yeah, jay.”

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a/n: gollllyyy. i was tired when i wrote this so it’s not that great & im also pretty bad at endings but the middle wasn’t too bad…🤷🏾‍♀️ anyways what do we think. i dont see her going back to bucky and this was her seeking comfort in perhaps the wrong form but, what can you do?

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Petunias

Summary: Jake was just trying to be a good uncle.

Pairings: Jake Jensen x Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, oral (f & m receiving), breeding kink, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk

(A/N: this is for @boxofbonesfic Hot Girl Summer Challenge. I don’t usually write for Jake but this idea hit me like a train. Hope you guys like it. Not proofread. As usual. Please like follow comment and reblog 💜 ✌🏾.)

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No one else seemed to get as fired up as him. As if watching them play wasn’t amazing. His friends would always come out to support but once again he found himself having to look at Aisha like she was crazy. “You bet against the Petunias!” He gasped.

Jake felt like he’d been to a million Petunia games since that entire mess. Practicing with his niece when he’d visit his sister. Arguing with refs when they made those stupid ass calls.

She shrugged with a smirk. “Sure did.”

“How dare you!” He glared at her. “Just for that I’m gonna cheer extra hard.”

Not like he didn’t always. He was proud of Annie. She was his baby. His pride. His joy. Seeing her happy only made him happy. So while he always did he never really saw anyone else share his enthusiasm.

Until he saw you.

Like him you were in a pink shirt. Even had a matching dad cap with a little purple flower on it covering your braids. Clapping and squealing so much it almost distracted him from Annie and one of her teammates putting in that teamwork to make a goal. 

Oh he had to talk to you.

“Wow,” Clay started. “There’s two of them.”

You screamed just as he did making you look up at him.Sure the other parents were excited, but the two of you were on a whole other level. He needed to see what was up.

“Which one is yours?” He asked as he sat beside you.

You looked at him and chuckled. “That one,” you replied pointing at the girl Annie was high-fiving.

Jake’s grinned. “Alyssa?”

“Yeah she’s my niece.”

His smile grew. “No way! Annie is my niece.”

You gasped, turning to him now. “You’re Uncle Jake?” You asked.

“And you’re Aunt Y/N!” He said. “I swear Annie doesn’t shut up about you.”

You laughed. “Well I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity they talk about you so much.”

“Trust me Annie will not shut up about you. About how you’re so cool and take them out to get your nails done.”

“Yup. We have a bi-weekly spa hang,” you replied and he swore he swooned from how perky you’d gotten.

He swallowed and found himself looking at you as you glanced back onto the field then started cheering again which made him turn his attention back.

“Let’s go, Annie!” You clapped and then repeated until his niece made another goal. He should have been doing the same but there was just something so hot about you looking as excited as he felt. That someone else could look as pumped from a fucking junior girls soccer game for the exact reason he was.

“Hey, so,” he said, “my friends and I usually go out for pizza and beer at Dom’s after the games. If you want you can join us.”

“I would but Annie and Alyssa bugged me to take them out for ice cream,” you said.

“Oh we go at about eight. It’s okay if you can’t, but I promise we’re cool.” He leaned his head up towards the group that was trying to play it off as if they hadn’t been watching them.

“I’ll think about it,” you replied.

He was pretty sure that was a no, but considering he’d been holding out hope he still went. Everyone else told him they were busy so he was kind of left to either look like a dork or hope for the best.

They gave such bullshit excuses too. Well except Pooch. Having a newborn could not be easy. Whatever he was stuck doing this alone. He couldn’t wait to make a fool out of himself.

So he sat at the bar with a beer bottle in hand. Trying to wish away the little bugs of nerves inside of him. He hadn’t been able to stop the jitters since he’d asked. It wasn’t like he normally had an issue talking to women but you were his niece’s best friend’s aunt. He couldn’t fuck this up.

He felt stressed about everything. He’d changed out of the Petunia shirt and probably irritated Cougar when he stressed about what to wear. Then settled on a blue button down, jeans, and converse.

Fifteen minutes passed eight. He sighed, taking off his glasses so he could rub the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He blew it. Maybe he came off too strong. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. Maybe he should have caught you the next time or maybe you were-

“Jake?”

Here. Maybe you were here.

He pushed his glasses back onto his face as he could see you. Now out of your team gear you were wearing this yellow polka dotted that made you look like a literal goddess. He swore he almost forgot how to breath. “Y/N, hey,” he said getting up and holding out his hand. “I didn’t think you were gonna come.”

You took his hand in yours and that’s when he realized he didn’t know how to fucking act suddenly. You probably thought he was a fucking dork for even shaking your hand. He should have hugged you. No now he was in to deep.

“Sorry I’m late I didn’t know what to wear and then my Uber took forever, but I hope this is okay.”

Okay? You looked like a fucking angel and you were asking him if it was okay. “No you look amazing.” Okay maybe too strong. Fuck he sounded like a dork.

“Thank you,” you replied this smile coming on your face. “You look good too.”

“Thanks. I know I said the others would be here but they ditched me.” He rolled his eyes.

Ugh he could listen to that giggle on repeat. “Well now I’m really happy I came,” you said. “This where we sitting?”

“We can move to a booth if you want,” he suggested.

Was he supposed to sit closer to you? God he wanted to. He was glad you picked one of those rounded ones so he could scoot a little closer if need be. How close would be too close? He didn’t wanna come off to strong.

“So what do you do for work?” He asked after he’d just ordered the both of you your then took a sip of his beer.

“I’m a librarian,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow. Could you get any cuter. “What? Really.”

“Mhm,” you replied. “At Alyssa and Annie’s school actually. So glad we’re on summer vacation.”

He chuckled. “Yeah? What are you planning to do?”

“Absolutely nothing aside enjoy my sweet, sweet freedom until September,” you replied with a laugh. “What about you?”

“Taking some time off,” he replied. “Just got out of the military so I’m taking a break until I start this new thing.”

“What are you planning?” You asked.

“Well, I mostly work with tech,” he replied.

You crinkled your nose. “That reminds me. I fucked up my laptop somehow.”

“Yeah? I can take a look at it for you sometime.”

“Really? That’d be awesome.”

You did this thing where you tilted your head back as you laughed. It only made him laugh harder as he watched you. You’d covered your mouth and then put a hand against your chest after.

He’d finally moved closer to you. A whiff of your perfume hitting him over the strong smell of beer and pizza in front of you.

“You’re lying!” You giggled.

“No! I’m so serious. The elevator doors opened and they saw everything.”

You looked down as you laughed. “Did they get mad?”

“I mean look they didn’t seem to upset. They were trying to get a better look,” he replied. “If anything I felt like a piece of meat.”

“You poor thing.”

He smiled as he watched you. Clenching his jaw and swallowing. Hoping like hell that he wouldn’t mess this up.

“You know I actually wasn’t gonna come tonight.”

“Yeah? What changed your mind?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Lys and Annie heard me and my sister-in-law talking and they went on and on about how funny you were and that I should go. I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah?” He asked. Who would have thought two eight years olds would make the best wing men. “I’m glad too.”

“Yeah I’m having a great time,” you said feeling your face heat up.

“Me, too,” he replied suddenly feeling like his face was hurting from smiling so much. “Hey, sorry to change the subject bit where did you get that Petunia hat? I’d love to add one to my collection.”

“Yeah of course,” you replied. “It might take awhile, but definitely.”

“Great.”

He saw a lot of you after that. At games and you’d hung out at Dom’s a few times. Then the summer was over and everything started back up.

Even when the season ended you’d almost become a constant in his life. You’d gotten so close to his sister. You even drove Annie to school with Alyssa so that was the most convenient. Since you also usually took them home, you tended to stay over for dinner a lot. Once he noticed that pattern he’d started to, too.

He wanted to tell you that he was into you, but it was like every time he tried he got tongue tied. Sometimes he was so sure you were flirting with him that all he could think about it was just saying fuck it and kiss you.

Yet and still his dumbass didn’t make a move. He knew he had a chance when you were helping out at Annie’s birthday. You were licking frosting off your finger like you were daring him. Then your brother walked in.

The year comes back around and it’s summer again. You’re back to wearing summer dresses like that one from the first night at Dom’s and it had been killing him. He was normally such a flirt to, but he felt like he couldn’t do that shit with you. There was too much at stake.

The girls are still on the same team because of course. This was their last year as Petunias. He’d never gotten his hat even though you kept swearing you’d do it.

“Oh shit that’s right I finished your hat!” You said, interrupting the conversation the two of you were already having pulling them cherry popsicle you’d stolen from your lips.

“It only took you a year,” he said with a laugh once again holding a beer bottle in his hands. Your sister was throwing a little barbecue so your brother and sister in law were there. Nieces off playing with all the other kids. The two of you tended to sit beside each other at these things now. “When can I get it?”

You stuck your tongue out which was red from the dye. The you placed it beck and he was trying to figure out if you knew what the hell you were doing to him. “Whenever.”

He chuckled. “Wanna go right now? So we can make sure it’s not another year.”

You smacked his strong chest and laughed. “I told you it would take awhile!”

He launched a little harder shaking his head. “But a year?”

“Yeah. The best year.”

Your apartment was just as cozy as he thought it’d be. All soft and warm. A light flowery scent wafting through the air.

The drive there consisted of the two of you turning the radio up when this song came on. Singing along to it loudly since no one else was around to hear. Then once again laughing on the short walk to your front door.

“Want anything? Water, coffee, tea? I actually think I have beer,” you listed off as you dropped your keys in the bowl by the front door, hung your purse up, and stepped out of your shoes. “I also have wine.”

“If I drink anymore beer I won’t be able to drive home,” he replied.

You shrugged. “My couch is always free.”

“Then beer it is,” he replied with a smile.

He sat on the couch with the beer in his hand as you went to your room to grab what you’d come home for so soon. Looking around at all the little knickknacks and pictures. Then got up to look at all the books on your shelf. Quickly taking note that everything was in order.

“Found it!” You announced coming back in the room. “Wanna try it on?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he bent down do you could do place it on top of his head with a giggle. “How’s it look?” He asked, posing with his hands on his hips.

“Cute,” you replied looking up at him with giggle. “I love it.”

“Yeah? I’m trusting your judgement.”

“Just go look in the mirror!” You laughed.

“Nope. Putting my faith in you. If I look dumb that’s on you.”

You pouted. “As if.”

“As if what?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “You know you’re hot. Stop.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned on the outside, but on the inside his heart thumped. “I’m hot?” You crinkled your nose and opened your mouth only to close it again. While he was enjoying seeing you get all flustered he grabbed your hand. “I’m just teasing.”

“I know,” you replied.

“Besides it’s not like I don’t think you’re, well, I think you’re cute.” There he said it. It was out in the open. Not that he was expecting anything, but he was just happy he said it. Even if he did get a little tongue tied there.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. God he probably looked like a dope all nervous and shit. But this was it. Finally the right time.

He doesn’t know what it was. Maybe the way you were looking up at him, but he found himself leaning down to swipe his lips across yours.

Then you gasped against which made him pull away. “Shit sorry I completely misread,” he said. “I thought we were having a moment and now you probably think I’m a fucking creep.” He continued to ramble on and before he could even realized what was happening too grabbed the pocket on his shirt to pull him to you.

He held your hips as you made out. Your legs on either side of him. Fuck he was going to be obsessed with how you tasted from now on. He could just tell.

You ran your hands through his hair then came down to claw at his shoulders. Then to his ear where you rubbed his earlobe. He wasn’t sure where the fuck librarians like you had been hiding when he was in school, but he was just thankful that he was a grown man for this.

He laid you down and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. Your dress hiking up because of it exposing your cute little panties. He found himself moving his hips into you and fuck he needed to stop because he was starting to get hard. That’s when you moved away from him as you let out a little moan. Fuck he could listen to that every.

“Is that your… um… your… ya know?” You asked, angling yourself like you were trying to make better contact with it.

“My what?” He asked, but he was too far gone to stop.

“Your dick?”

“Yeah that’s my dick, Baby. That okay?”

You nodded and licked your bottom lip before biting it. Looking up at him with such innocent eyes he almost felt bad that he wanted to rip your panties off of you.

“It feels really big,” you breathed out then laughed at the end then he shut up by grinding against you really slow. Making sure you felt it.

“Think so?” He asked.

“Uh huh,” you moaned with your jaw dropped.

Holy fuck you were fucking sexy. All spread open for him. God he better not fuck this up. Ever. There was entirely too much on the line. His niece liked you. That was a big deal for him.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, you know.”

Yup you were wifey. He was sure of it.

Still. He had to play this smooth. Didn’t wanna rush just wanted to take his time and fuck you started kissing his neck and he didn’t think it was possible, but he felt like he was about to fucking bust already.

His hand sliding up and down your thighs. So soft. So fucking pretty.

“Anywhere?” He asked. “Like here?” He reached under you so he could grab your ass.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. “Anywhere.”

He groaned to himself then brought the other hand up to one of your breasts. “What about here?” He asked as he squeezed it.

“Yeah.” You mewled. “You can take my dress off if you want.”

Fuck yes.

He sat up on his knees. Lifted it up a little passed your stomach. Then was about to lean back down to kiss you when he noticed the wet spot on your panties. He swallowed. His heart feeling like it was about to beat out of his chest.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

Hie gaze snapped back to you as he cleared his throat. “Your panties are soaked,” he hissed. “I do that to you?”

“Yeah,” you whined.

He couldn’t stop himself. Putting his thumb against your covered mound making you tense up and let out moan.

“Fuck, Jake.”

Fuck you sounded so pretty. And he could tell you wanted him bad. “ What you want from me, Baby?”

“Touch me.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “Where?”

“There,” you gasped as his fingers hit over your clit.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded.

You groaned softly and then went between your bodies to pull your panties to the side. Exposing the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Fuck why did he have to wait a year.

No. Maybe that was a good thing. That’s why you were being like this. If he’d done it too soon it definitely wasn’t gonna be like this. Like how could this get any better.

“I want you to touch my pussy, Jake,” you said in a whimper.

He was gonna fucking nut his pants. Holy shit.

No. He had to play this cool. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard. Or if he’d ever been.

So you wanted him to touch your pussy. Your very cute, very wet pussy. As soon as his thumb touched the wetness of your clit he groaned. “Fuck, Baby. I really did this to you?”

You nodded with your mouth dropped open. “Uh huh,” you whined.

He just couldn’t stop himself as he pushed a finger in you. Fuck you were so fucking tight. “Want me to take care of you?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you cried. “Yes. Please.”

“Such good manners,” he teased except you kind of couldn’t laugh because you were moaning like he was the first man to touch you in years. “When’s the last time someone’s fucked you, Baby?”

“I dunno. Like over a year.”

“What? You been waiting for me?” He asked.

You nodded and yup he needed to fuck you right the fuck now. He stopped so what he was doing so he could pull his shirt from his body. You used that time so you could take your dress off. Barely wasting anytime to removed your bra as he got up to take off the rest of his clothes even setting his glasses on the end table beside the couch.

You sat up as he was undoing his pants. Looking up at him with doe eyes then glanced at the bulge in his pants. You leaned forward so you could kiss the outline from the base to the mushroom tip.

He stopped you to pull it out as your jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” you gasped. “It’s so big.” He clenched his jaw and swallowed. He was about to speak except you cut him off. “Can I suck it?”

God yes.

Something about seeing you like this. Such a sweet girl like you happily choking on his cock. If he thought you were adorable before nothing could beat seeing you with your mouthful of him and saliva covering your face. Sucking on him like he was that popsicle earlier.

Letting him grab your hair so he could push you in deeper. Than holding you still as you coughed around him because it felt too fucking good. Then you pulled off with tears in your eyes to tell him how much you loved it. He was in fucking heaven.

Sure you couldn’t take him all the way. That was okay. You obviously wouldn’t mind practicing. And he was planning on making you practice over and over again even when you got it right. He understood. He was too much for your mouth to handle.

Not that you weren’t doing an amazing job. You definitely were. Honestly probably the sloppiest blow job he’d ever had.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

He doesn’t know if that seemed to fuel you but it was like that was your goal. Like you were trying to suck the cum out of his dick. Then as he started to spurt in your mouth you made this face like you were in absolute bliss and it only made his orgasm more intense.

When he pulled you off he kissed you. Yeah he knew a lot of guys had a problem with that, but you’d just given him the sloppiest toppy he’d be an idiot to give a fuck about that sort of thing.

And he needed a taste. As soon as he put his tongue on you he knew this was about to be his new happy place. Right between your thighs whether it was his mouth or his dick.

You withered against the cushions. Grabbing at his hair and tugging the blond ends. He traced the alphabet with his tongue against your clit. Pussy sopping wet.

He got to the lowercase g and you let out a little scream. Seeing your reaction made him keep doing then he had to hold you down because you were moving too much. “I’m gonna, ah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

That’s his fucking girl. That’s right you cum on his fucking tongue and fingers. Fuck you were gushing for him. He can’t believe he’d been the one to get you like this. He felt like a fucking man right now. Making the woman he’d been crushing on for a year cum so hard you were fucking squirting like no one else had ever done this to you before.

Or finding out that you hadn’t been fucked in a year. You’d been waiting for him like such a good girl. He should have fucked you that day you’d met.

It took giving you a few more orgasms before he could come up for air. He was finding himself getting addicted to it, but he needed to stop. Needing to fuck you properly like you deserved.

He leaned back down to kiss you. Dick pressing into your inner thigh. Just one move and he could slip in. No protection. No nothing. Normally that wouldn’t have been tempting but he wanted to fuck you just right. Wanted to fill you with his fucking cum like you deserved.

“Please,” you begged. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna fuck you.”

With that he lined up with your entrance. Giving you a little bit of time to adjust to him. “Please,” you whimpered this time. “Just do it. Fuck me. I don’t care anymore.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said moving his hips shallowly.

“Please? I like it,” you moaned. “I want you to fuck my hole like you don’t care if you hurt it.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Well. Who was he to deny that. “Yeah? Want me to make it hurt.” He pushed in a little deeper stlll not fully wanting to give you it all yet.

“Please. I wanna be your slut.”

Okay.

See.

Fuck.

Now Jake liked to think of himself as a nice guy. Part of the reason he was so into you was because you matched his energy. Just so sweet and adorable, but when you were legs wide open and moaning that you wanted to be his slut he’d be crazy to not give you that. He could push his niceness to the side if it meant making you happy.

So with that he shoved in. If you wanted it who the fuck was he to argue. As if he hadn’t jerked off to this exact same scenario. Of course he’d always pictured your first time if it ever happened to be sweet and gentle. Sometimes in a meadow as you wore a flower crown. While he had quite the imagination the real thing beat that by miles.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted into his ear with every moan.

“Oh god,” he grunted because you were tight. It was a good thing you’d sucked him off before because he probably would have came the moment he buried himself into you. Now that would have been embarrassing.

Your finger nails felt so good digging into his skin. Clinging to him like you were afraid he’d let go. As if he’d stop.

“I’m, uh, cumming, uh,” you cried.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl that right. You cum on my dick.”

You arched your back and let out another little scream. Shit. How the fuck was he supposed to hold on when you got this tight. Just like earlier when you’d sucked the cum from his dick this time it felt like you were trying to milk him. Fuck he could fuck you like this everyday for the rest of his life.

“Choke me,” you asked.

Yup he was gonna marry you. That was it. He’d made up his mind. You were the girl for him.

He did as you asked. “Just like that!” You cried. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Yeah just like that. Who fucks you right, Baby?”

“You do!” You moaned.

He leaned in closer to you. Putting his lips against your ear. “You know I didn’t put a condom on right.”

“That’s okay.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “I’m not pulling out. This pussy’s too good not to cum in.”

“I’m, ugh, on, ugh, birth, ugh, control.”

If you were anyone else and he was hitting it like this those words would have made him feel relieved. Except it was you. And with you the idea of leaving you full of his cum and potentially with child made him feral. “Really?” He asked. “That sucks.”

“Why?”

“Making me wanna put a baby in you.”

You gasped and raised an eyebrow. Pussy tightening because of his words. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Don’t want any other man thinking they can have you. This my pussy.”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah you should be.” Oh fuck he was almost there. His rhythm now getting all sloppy. “How can I fuck you right if I can’t get you pregnant with my baby. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Oh fuck,” you sobbed. “You’re such a fucking Daddy.”

Yup. He was gonna blow. Aiming right for your cervix. Just because he probably wasn’t going to put one in you, doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least show you what he was gonna do when he did.

“Yeah? That’s it. I’m Daddy, Baby. I’m your Daddy.” He moaned out as he kept shoving himself into you before stilling as he finally busted. Pinning you under him as his cock pulsed inside of you.

He put his face into your neck as he came down from his high. This feeling of triumph washing over him. You were here. You were under him. You’d finally let him fuck your brains out. You called him Daddy. He was pretty sure he could die happy.

Finally after a moment he lifted up to kiss you. Then pulled you away, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. Fucking finally. He’d been waiting for so long to get you close. Now you were here and totally needy. Looking ethereal in your post-coitus glow.

“C’mere,” he whispered as he tried to turn you over so he could hold you from behind. As you tried to get situated against him and cozy he found his back hitting the floor in a thud.

You sat up quickly “Jake! Are you okay?

With his eyes closed tight he groaned. Well at least he waited until afterwards to embarrass himself. “Physically yes, but my ego took a pretty big hit.”

You laughed and next thing he knew you were on top of him. Cuddling into him like he hadn’t just eaten shit. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.” Then you pressed your soft lips against his cheek.

As the night turned into a weekend of him dicking you down he had a few realizations. One. You’d definitely been parent trapped by your nieces. Two. It was a little early to ask you to be Mrs. Jake Jensen, but he was pretty sure you were his dream girl. And three? The both of you were going to look dope as fuck in your matching Petunias hats and t-shirts this season.

[ramp-it-up]

I’m in love!

Idk why I love dorky Chris roles. I haven’t seen (or don’t remember) The Losers, but I need to now.

Petunias

Summary: Jake was just trying to be a good uncle.

Pairings: Jake Jensen x Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, oral (f & m receiving), breeding kink, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk

(A/N: this is for @boxofbonesfic Hot Girl Summer Challenge. I don’t usually write for Jake but this idea hit me like a train. Hope you guys like it. Not proofread. As usual. Please like follow comment and reblog 💜 ✌🏾.)

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No one else seemed to get as fired up as him. As if watching them play wasn’t amazing. His friends would always come out to support but once again he found himself having to look at Aisha like she was crazy. “You bet against the Petunias!” He gasped.

Jake felt like he’d been to a million Petunia games since that entire mess. Practicing with his niece when he’d visit his sister. Arguing with refs when they made those stupid ass calls.

She shrugged with a smirk. “Sure did.”

“How dare you!” He glared at her. “Just for that I’m gonna cheer extra hard.”

Not like he didn’t always. He was proud of Annie. She was his baby. His pride. His joy. Seeing her happy only made him happy. So while he always did he never really saw anyone else share his enthusiasm.

Until he saw you.

Like him you were in a pink shirt. Even had a matching dad cap with a little purple flower on it covering your braids. Clapping and squealing so much it almost distracted him from Annie and one of her teammates putting in that teamwork to make a goal. 

Oh he had to talk to you.

“Wow,” Clay started. “There’s two of them.”

You screamed just as he did making you look up at him.Sure the other parents were excited, but the two of you were on a whole other level. He needed to see what was up.

“Which one is yours?” He asked as he sat beside you.

You looked at him and chuckled. “That one,” you replied pointing at the girl Annie was high-fiving.

Jake’s grinned. “Alyssa?”

“Yeah she’s my niece.”

His smile grew. “No way! Annie is my niece.”

You gasped, turning to him now. “You’re Uncle Jake?” You asked.

“And you’re Aunt Y/N!” He said. “I swear Annie doesn’t shut up about you.”

You laughed. “Well I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity they talk about you so much.”

“Trust me Annie will not shut up about you. About how you’re so cool and take them out to get your nails done.”

“Yup. We have a bi-weekly spa hang,” you replied and he swore he swooned from the way you perky you’d gotten.

He swallowed and found himself looking at you as you glanced back onto the field then started cheering again which made him turn his attention back.

“Let’s go, Annie!” You clapped and then repeated until his niece made another goal. He should have been doing the same but there was just something so hot about you looking as excited as he felt. That someone else could look as pumped from a fucking junior girls soccer game for the exact reason he was.

“Hey, so,” he said, “my friends and I usually go out for pizza and beer at Dom’s after the games. If you want you can join us.”

“I would but Annie and Alyssa bugged me to take them out for ice cream,” you said.

“Oh we go at about eight. It’s okay if you can’t, but I promise we’re cool.” He leaned his head up towards the group that was trying to play it off as if they hadn’t been watching them.

“I’ll think about it,” you replied.

He was pretty sure that was a no, but considering he’d been holding out hope he still went. Everyone else told him they were busy so he was kind of left to either look like a dork or hope for the best.

They gave such bullshit excuses too. Well except Pooch. Having a newborn could not be easy. Whatever he was stuck doing this alone. He couldn’t wait to make a fool out of himself.

So he sat at the bar with a beer bottle in hand. Trying to wish away the little bugs of nerves inside of him. He hadn’t been able to stop the jitters since he’d asked. It wasn’t like he normally had an issue talking to women but you were his niece’s best friend’s aunt. He couldn’t fuck this up.

He felt stressed about everything. He’d changed out of the Petunia shirt and probably irritated Cougar when he stressed about what to wear. Then settled on a blue button down, jeans, and converse.

Fifteen minutes passed eight. He sighed, taking off his glasses so he could rub the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He blew it. Maybe he came off too strong. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. Maybe he should have caught you the next time or maybe you were-

“Jake?”

Here. Maybe you were here.

He pushed his glasses back onto his face as he could see you. Now out of your team gear you were wearing this yellow polka dotted that made you look like a literal goddess. He swore he almost forgot how to breath. “Y/N, hey,” he said getting up and holding out his hand. “I didn’t think you were gonna come.”

You took his hand in yours and that’s when he realized he didn’t know how to fucking act suddenly. You probably thought he was a fucking dork for even shaking your hand. He should have hugged you. No now he was in to deep.

“Sorry I’m late I didn’t know what to wear and then my Uber took forever, but I hope this is okay.”

Okay? You looked like a fucking angel and you were asking him if it was okay. “No you look amazing.” Okay maybe too strong. Fuck he sounded like a dork.

“Thank you,” you replied this smile coming on your face. “You look good too.”

“Thanks. I know I said the others would be here but they ditched me.” He rolled his eyes.

Ugh he could listen to that giggle on repeat. “Well now I’m really happy I came,” you said. “This where we sitting?”

“We can move to a booth if you want,” he suggested.

Was he supposed to sit closer to you? God he wanted to. He was glad you picked one of those rounded ones so he could scoot a little closer if need be. How close would be too close? He didn’t wanna come off to strong.

“So what do you do for work?” He asked after he’d just ordered the both of you your then took a sip of his beer.

“I’m a librarian,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow. Could you get any cuter. “What? Really.”

“Mhm,” you replied. “At Alyssa and Annie’s school actually. So glad we’re on summer vacation.”

He chuckled. “Yeah? What are you planning to do?”

“Absolutely nothing aside enjoy my sweet, sweet freedom until September,” you replied with a laugh. “What about you?”

“Taking some time off,” he replied. “Just got out of the military so I’m taking a break until I start this new thing.”

“What are you planning?” You asked.

“Well, I mostly work with tech,” he replied.

You crinkled your nose. “That reminds me. I fucked up my laptop somehow.”

“Yeah? I can take a look at it for you sometime.”

“Really? That’d be awesome.”

You did this thing where you tilted your head back as you laughed. It only made him laugh harder as he watched you. You’d covered your mouth and then put a hand against your chest after.

He’d finally moved closer to you. A whiff of your perfume hitting him over the strong smell of beer and pizza in front of you.

“You’re lying!” You giggled.

“No! I’m so serious. The elevator doors opened and they saw everything.”

You looked down as you laughed. “Did they get mad?”

“I mean look they didn’t seem to upset. They were trying to get a better look,” he replied. “If anything I felt like a piece of meat.”

“You poor thing.”

He smiled as he watched you. Clenching his jaw and swallowing. Hoping like hell that he wouldn’t mess this up.

“You know I actually wasn’t gonna come tonight.”

“Yeah? What changed your mind?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Lys and Annie heard me and my sister-in-law talking and they went on and on about how funny you were and that I should go. I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah?” He asked. Who would have thought two eight years olds would make the best wing men. “I’m glad too.”

“Yeah I’m having a great time,” you said feeling your face heat up.

“Me, too,” he replied suddenly feeling like his face was hurting from smiling so much. “Hey, sorry to change the subject bit where did you get that Petunia hat? I’d love to add one to my collection.”

“Yeah of course,” you replied. “It might take awhile, but definitely.”

“Great.”

He saw a lot of you after that. At games and you’d hung out at Dom’s a few times. Then the summer was over and everything started back up.

Even when the season ended you’d almost become a constant in his life. You’d gotten so close to his sister. You even drove Annie to school with Alyssa so that was the most convenient. Since you also usually took them home, you tended to stay over for dinner a lot. Once he noticed that pattern he’d started to, too.

He wanted to tell you that he was into you, but it was like every time he tried he got tongue tied. Sometimes he was so sure you were flirting with him that all he could think about it was just saying fuck it and kiss you.

Yet and still his dumbass didn’t make a move. He knew he had a chance when you were helping out at Annie’s birthday. You were licking frosting off your finger like you were daring him. Then your brother walked in.

The year comes back around and it’s summer again. You’re back to wearing summer dresses like that one from the first night at Dom’s and it had been killing him. He was normally such a flirt to, but he felt like he couldn’t do that shit with you. There was too much at stake.

The girls are still on the same team because of course. This was their last year as Petunias. He’d never gotten his hat even though you kept swearing you’d do it.

“Oh shit that’s right I finished your hat!” You said, interrupting the conversation the two of you were already having pulling them cherry popsicle you’d stolen from your lips.

“It only took you a year,” he said with a laugh once again holding a beer bottle in his hands. Your sister was throwing a little barbecue so your brother and sister in law were there. Nieces off playing with all the other kids. The two of you tended to sit beside each other at these things now. “When can I get it?”

You stuck your tongue out which was red from the dye. The you placed it beck and he was trying to figure out if you knew what the hell you were doing to him. “Whenever.”

He chuckled. “Wanna go right now? So we can make sure it’s not another year.”

You smacked his strong chest and laughed. “I told you it would take awhile!”

He launched a little harder shaking his head. “But a year?”

“Yeah. The best year.”

Your apartment was just as cozy as he thought it’d be. All soft and warm. A light flowery scent wafting through the air.

The drive consisted here consisted of the two of you turning the radio up when this song came on. Singing along to it loudly since no one else was around to hear. Then once again laughing on the short walk to your front door.

“Want anything? Water, coffee, tea? I actually think I have beer,” you listed off as you dropped your keys in the bowl by the front door, hung your purse up, and stepped out of your shoes. “I also have wine.”

“If I drink anymore beer I won’t be able to drive home,” he replied.

You shrugged. “My couch is always free.”

“Then beer it is,” he replied with a smile.

He sat on the couch with the beer in his hand as you went to your room to grab what you’d come home for so soon. Looking around at all the little knickknacks and pictures. Then got up to look at all the books on your shelf. Quickly taking note that everything was in order.

“Found it!” You announced coming back in the room. “Wanna try it on?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he bent down do you could do place it on top of his head with a giggle. “How’s it look?” He asked, posing with his hands on his hips.

“Cute,” you replied looking up at him with giggle. “I love it.”

“Yeah? I’m trusting your judgement.”

“Just go look in the mirror!” You laughed.

“Nope. Putting my faith in you. If I look dumb that’s on you.”

You pouted. “As if.”

“As if what?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “You know you’re hot. Stop.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned on the outside, but on the inside his heart thumped. “I’m hot?” You crinkled your nose and opened your mouth only to close it again. While he was enjoying seeing you get all flustered he grabbed your hand. “I’m just teasing.”

“I know,” you replied.

“Besides it’s not like I don’t think you’re, well, I think you’re cute.” There he said it. It was out in the open. Not that he was expecting anything, but he was just happy he said it. Even if he did get a little tongue tied there.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. God he probably looked like a dope all nervous and shit. But this was it. Finally the right time.

He doesn’t know what it was. Maybe the way you were looking up at him, but he found himself leaning down to swipe his lips across yours.

Then you gasped against which made him pull away. “Shit sorry I completely misread,” he said. “I thought we were having a moment and now you probably think I’m a fucking creep.” He continued to ramble on and before he could even realized what was happening too grabbed the pocket on his shirt to pull him to you.

He held your hips as you made out. Your legs on either side of him. Fuck he was going to be obsessed with how you tasted from now on. He could just tell.

You ran your hands through his hair then came down to claw at his shoulders. Then to his ear where you rubbed his earlobe. He wasn’t sure where the fuck librarians like you had been hiding when he was in school, but he was just thankful that he was a grown man for this.

He laid you down and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. Your dress hiking up because of it exposing your cute little panties. He found himself moving his hips into you and fuck he needed to stop because he was starting to get hard. That’s when you moved away from him as you let out a little moan. Fuck he could listen to that every.

“Is that your… um… your… ya know?” You asked, angling yourself like you were trying to make better contact with it.

“My what?” He asked, but he was too far gone to stop.

“Your dick?”

“Yeah that’s my dick, Baby. That okay?”

You nodded and licked your bottom lip before biting it. Looking up at him with such innocent eyes he almost felt bad that he wanted to rip your panties off of you.

“It feels really big,” you breathed out then laughed at the end then he shut up by grinding against you really slow. Making sure you felt it.

“Think so?” He asked.

“Uh huh,” you moaned with your jaw dropped.

Holy fuck you were fucking sexy. All spread open for him. God he better not fuck this up. Ever. There was entirely too much on the line. His niece liked you. That was a big deal for him.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, you know.”

Yup you were wifey. He was sure of it.

Still. He had to play this smooth. Didn’t wanna rush just wanted to take his time and fuck you started kissing his neck and he didn’t think it was possible, but he felt like he was about to fucking bust already.

His hand sliding up and down your thighs. So soft. So fucking pretty.

“Anywhere?” He asked. “Like here?” He reached under you so he could grab your ass.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. “Anywhere.”

He groaned to himself then brought the other hand up to one of your breasts. “What about here?” He asked as he squeezed it.

“Yeah.” You mewled. “You can take my dress off if you want.”

Fuck yes.

He sat up on his knees. Lifted it up a little passed your stomach. Then was about to lean back down to kiss you when he noticed the wet spot on your panties. He swallowed. His heart feeling like it was about to beat out of his chest.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

Hie gaze snapped back to you as he cleared his throat. “Your panties are soaked,” he hissed. “I do that to you?”

“Yeah,” you whined.

He couldn’t stop himself. Putting his thumb against your covered mound making you tense up and let out moan.

“Fuck, Jake.”

Fuck you sounded so pretty. And he could tell you wanted him bad. “ What you want from me, Baby?”

“Touch me.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “Where?”

“There,” you gasped as his fingers hit over your clit.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded.

You groaned softly and then went between your bodies to pull your panties to the side. Exposing the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Fuck why did he have to wait a year.

No. Maybe that was a good thing. That’s why you were being like this. If he’d done it too soon it definitely wasn’t gonna be like this. Like how could this get any better.

“I want you to touch my pussy, Jake,” you said in a whimper.

He was gonna fucking nut his pants. Holy shit.

No. He had to play this cool. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard. Or if he’d ever been.

So you wanted him to touch your pussy. Your very cute, very wet pussy. As soon as his thumb touched the wetness of your clit he groaned. “Fuck, Baby. I really did this to you?”

You nodded with your mouth dropped open. “Uh huh,” you whined.

He just couldn’t stop himself as he pushed a finger in you. Fuck you were so fucking tight. “Want me to take care of you?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you cried. “Yes. Please.”

“Such good manners,” he teased except you kind of couldn’t laugh because you were moaning like he was the first man to touch you in years. “When’s the last time someone’s fucked you, Baby?”

“I dunno. Like over a year.”

“What? You been waiting for me?” He asked.

You nodded and yup he needed to fuck you right the fuck now. He stopped so what he was doing so he could pull his shirt from his body. You used that time so you could take your dress off. Barely wasting anytime to removed your bra as he got up to take off the rest of his clothes even setting his glasses on the end table beside the couch.

You sat up as he was undoing his pants. Looking up at him with doe eyes then glanced at the bulge in his pants. You leaned forward so you could kiss the outline from the base to the mushroom tip.

He stopped you to pull it out as your jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” you gasped. “It’s so big.” He clenched his jaw and swallowed. He was about to speak except you cut him off. “Can I suck it?”

God yes.

Something about seeing you like this. Such a sweet girl like you happily choking on his cock. If he thought you were adorable before nothing could beat seeing you with your mouthful of him and saliva covering your face. Sucking on him like he was that popsicle earlier.

Letting him grab your hair so he could push you in deeper. Than holding you still as you coughed around him because it felt too fucking good. Then you pulled off with tears in your eyes to tell him how much you loved it. He was in fucking heaven.

Sure you couldn’t take him all the way. That was okay. You obviously wouldn’t mind practicing. And he was planning on making you practice over and over again even when you got it right. He understood. He was too much for your mouth to handle.

Not that you weren’t doing an amazing job. You definitely were. Honestly probably the sloppiest blow job he’d ever had.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

He doesn’t know if that seemed to fuel you but it was like that was your goal. Like you were trying to suck the cum out of his dick. Then as he started to spurt in your mouth you made this face like you were in absolute bliss and it only made his orgasm more intense.

When he pulled you off he kissed you. Yeah he knew a lot of guys had a problem with that, but you’d just given him the sloppiest toppy he’d be an idiot to give a fuck about that sort of thing.

And he needed a taste. As soon as he put his tongue on you he knew this was about to be his new happy place. Right between your thighs whether it was his mouth or his dick.

You withered against the cushions. Grabbing at his hair and tugging the blond ends. He traced the alphabet with his tongue against your clit. Pussy sopping wet.

He got to the lowercase g and you let out a little scream. Seeing your reaction made him keep doing then he had to hold you down because you were moving too much. “I’m gonna, ah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

That’s his fucking girl. That’s right you cum on his fucking tongue and fingers. Fuck you were gushing for him. He can’t believe he’d been the one to get you like this. He felt like a fucking man right now. Making the woman he’d been crushing on for a year cum so hard you were fucking squirting like no one else had ever done this to you before.

Or finding out that you hadn’t been fucked in a year. You’d been waiting for him like such a good girl. He should have fucked you that day you’d met.

It took giving you a few more orgasms before he could come up for air. He was finding himself getting addicted to it, but he needed to stop. Needing to fuck you properly like you deserved.

He leaned back down to kiss you. Dick pressing into your inner thigh. Just one move and he could slip in. No protection. No nothing. Normally that wouldn’t have been tempting but he wanted to fuck you just right. Wanted to fill you with his fucking cum like you deserved.

“Please,” you begged. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna fuck you.”

With that he lined up with your entrance. Giving you a little bit of time to adjust to him. “Please,” you whimpered this time. “Just do it. Fuck me. I don’t care anymore.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said moving his hips shallowly.

“Please? I like it,” you moaned. “I want you to fuck my hole like you don’t care if you hurt it.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Well. Who was he to deny that. “Yeah? Want me to make it hurt.” He pushed in a little deeper stlll not fully wanting to give you it all yet.

“Please. I wanna be your slut.”

Okay.

See.

Fuck.

Now Jake liked to think of himself as a nice guy. Part of the reason he was so into you was because you matched his energy. Just so sweet and adorable, but when you were legs wide open and moaning that you wanted to be his slut he’d be crazy to not give you that. He could push his niceness to the side if it meant making you happy.

So with that he shoved in. If you wanted it who the fuck was he to argue. As if he hadn’t jerked off to this exact same scenario. Of course he’d always pictured your first time if it ever happened to be sweet and gentle. Sometimes in a meadow as you wore a flower crown. While he had quite the imagination the real thing beat that by miles.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted into his ear with every moan.

“Oh god,” he grunted because you were tight. It was a good thing you’d sucked him off before because he probably would have came the moment he buried himself into you. Now that would have been embarrassing.

Your finger nails felt so good digging into his skin. Clinging to him like you were afraid he’d let go. As if he’d stop.

“I’m, uh, cumming, uh,” you cried.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl that right. You cum on my dick.”

You arched your back and let out another little scream. Shit. How the fuck was he supposed to hold on when you got this tight. Just like earlier when you’d sucked the cum from his dick this time it felt like you were trying to milk him. Fuck he could fuck you like this everyday for the rest of his life.

“Choke me,” you asked.

Yup he was gonna marry you. That was it. He’d made up his mind. You were the girl for him.

He did as you asked. “Just like that!” You cried. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Yeah just like that. Who fucks you right, Baby?”

“You do!” You moaned.

He leaned in closer to you. Putting his lips against your ear. “You know I didn’t put a condom on right.”

“That’s okay.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “I’m not pulling out. This pussy’s too good not to cum in.”

“I’m, ugh, on, ugh, birth, ugh, control.”

If you were anyone else and he was hitting it like this those words would have made him feel relieved. Except it was you. And with you the idea of leaving you full of his cum and potentially with child made him feral. “Really?” He asked. “That sucks.”

“Why?”

“Making me wanna put a baby in you.”

You gasped and raised an eyebrow. Pussy tightening because of his words. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Don’t want any other man thinking they can have you. This my pussy.”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah you should be.” Oh fuck he was almost there. His rhythm now getting all sloppy. “How can I fuck you right if I can’t get you pregnant with my baby. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Oh fuck,” you sobbed. “You’re such a fucking Daddy.”

Yup. He was gonna blow. Aiming right for your cervix. Just because he probably wasn’t going to put one in you, doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least show you what he was gonna do when he did.

“Yeah? That’s it. I’m Daddy, Baby. I’m your Daddy.” He moaned out as he kept shoving himself into you before stilling as he finally busted. Pinning you under him as his cock pulsed inside of you.

He put his face into your neck as he came down from his high. This feeling of triumph washing over him. You were here. You were under him. You’d finally let him fuck your brains out. You called him Daddy. He was pretty sure he could die happy.

Finally after a moment he lifted up to kiss you. Then pulled you away, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. Fucking finally. He’d been waiting for so long to get you close. Now you were here and totally needy. Looking ethereal in your post-coitus glow.

“C’mere,” he whispered as he tried to turn you over so he could hold you from behind. As you tried to get situated against him and cozy he found his back hitting the floor in a thud.

You sat up quickly “Jake! Are you okay?

With his eyes closed tight he groaned. Well at least he waited until afterwards to embarrass himself. “Physically yes, but my ego took a pretty big hit.”

You laughed and next thing he knew you were on top of him. Cuddling into him like he hadn’t just eaten shit. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.” Then you pressed your soft lips against his cheek.

As the night turned into a weekend of him dicking you down he had a few realizations. One. You’d definitely been parent trapped by your nieces. Two. It was a little early to ask you to be Mrs. Jake Jensen, but he was pretty sure you were his dream girl. And three? The both of you were going to look dope as fuck in your matching Petunias hats and t-shirts this season.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Holy shit, Alex!!!!

I admit, I was extremely skeptical when I saw “daddy kink” and Jake Jensen in this fic’s description, because how could my subby golden retriever of a man possibly be called daddy? But you did it. You made this dork a fucking Daddy.

His inner monologue so in character it was almost stupid. Like, how he was almost gruding about the whole thing then just dove in headfirst.

Just to highlight some of my fave parts of this:

No. He had to play this cool. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard. Or if he’d ever been.

The constant chant to himself to play it cool is so on point I can’t stand it.

That’s his fucking girl. That’s right you cum on his fucking tongue and fingers. Fuck you were gushing for him. He can’t believe he’d been the one to get you like this. He felt like a fucking man right now.

This is both super hot and painfully adorable at the same time. Of course he’s a goddamn cheerleader in bed.

Of course he’d always pictured your first time if it ever happened to be sweet and gentle. Sometimes in a meadow as you wore a flower crown. While he had quite the imagination the real thing beat that by miles.

I can’t even with this puppy, he’s so fucking cute.

This feeling of triumph washing over him. You were here. You were under him. You’d finally let him fuck your brains out. You called him Daddy. He was pretty sure he could die happy.

You’ve made me fall even more in love with this nerdy goofball and I’m honestly a little mad about it, but also in love.

I so hope you continue writing for this goofball, you did an amazing job!!!

Petunias

Summary: Jake was just trying to be a good uncle.

Pairings: Jake Jensen x Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, oral (f & m receiving), breeding kink, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk

(A/N: this is for @boxofbonesfic Hot Girl Summer Challenge. I don’t usually write for Jake but this idea hit me like a train. Hope you guys like it. Not proofread. As usual. Please like follow comment and reblog 💜 ✌🏾.)

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No one else seemed to get as fired up as him. As if watching them play wasn’t amazing. His friends would always come out to support but once again he found himself having to look at Aisha like she was crazy. “You bet against the Petunias!” He gasped.

Jake felt like he’d been to a million Petunia games since that entire mess. Practicing with his niece when he’d visit his sister. Arguing with refs when they made those stupid ass calls.

She shrugged with a smirk. “Sure did.”

“How dare you!” He glared at her. “Just for that I’m gonna cheer extra hard.”

Not like he didn’t always. He was proud of Annie. She was his baby. His pride. His joy. Seeing her happy only made him happy. So while he always did he never really saw anyone else share his enthusiasm.

Until he saw you.

Like him you were in a pink shirt. Even had a matching dad cap with a little purple flower on it covering your braids. Clapping and squealing so much it almost distracted him from Annie and one of her teammates putting in that teamwork to make a goal. 

Oh he had to talk to you.

“Wow,” Clay started. “There’s two of them.”

You screamed just as he did making you look up at him.Sure the other parents were excited, but the two of you were on a whole other level. He needed to see what was up.

“Which one is yours?” He asked as he sat beside you.

You looked at him and chuckled. “That one,” you replied pointing at the girl Annie was high-fiving.

Jake’s grinned. “Alyssa?”

“Yeah she’s my niece.”

His smile grew. “No way! Annie is my niece.”

You gasped, turning to him now. “You’re Uncle Jake?” You asked.

“And you’re Aunt Y/N!” He said. “I swear Annie doesn’t shut up about you.”

You laughed. “Well I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity they talk about you so much.”

“Trust me Annie will not shut up about you. About how you’re so cool and take them out to get your nails done.”

“Yup. We have a bi-weekly spa hang,” you replied and he swore he swooned from the way you perky you’d gotten.

He swallowed and found himself looking at you as you glanced back onto the field then started cheering again which made him turn his attention back.

“Let’s go, Annie!” You clapped and then repeated until his niece made another goal. He should have been doing the same but there was just something so hot about you looking as excited as he felt. That someone else could look as pumped from a fucking junior girls soccer game for the exact reason he was.

“Hey, so,” he said, “my friends and I usually go out for pizza and beer at Dom’s after the games. If you want you can join us.”

“I would but Annie and Alyssa bugged me to take them out for ice cream,” you said.

“Oh we go at about eight. It’s okay if you can’t, but I promise we’re cool.” He leaned his head up towards the group that was trying to play it off as if they hadn’t been watching them.

“I’ll think about it,” you replied.

He was pretty sure that was a no, but considering he’d been holding out hope he still went. Everyone else told him they were busy so he was kind of left to either look like a dork or hope for the best.

They gave such bullshit excuses too. Well except Pooch. Having a newborn could not be easy. Whatever he was stuck doing this alone. He couldn’t wait to make a fool out of himself.

So he sat at the bar with a beer bottle in hand. Trying to wish away the little bugs of nerves inside of him. He hadn’t been able to stop the jitters since he’d asked. It wasn’t like he normally had an issue talking to women but you were his niece’s best friend’s aunt. He couldn’t fuck this up.

He felt stressed about everything. He’d changed out of the Petunia shirt and probably irritated Cougar when he stressed about what to wear. Then settled on a blue button down, jeans, and converse.

Fifteen minutes passed eight. He sighed, taking off his glasses so he could rub the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He blew it. Maybe he came off too strong. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. Maybe he should have caught you the next time or maybe you were-

“Jake?”

Here. Maybe you were here.

He pushed his glasses back onto his face as he could see you. Now out of your team gear you were wearing this yellow polka dotted that made you look like a literal goddess. He swore he almost forgot how to breath. “Y/N, hey,” he said getting up and holding out his hand. “I didn’t think you were gonna come.”

You took his hand in yours and that’s when he realized he didn’t know how to fucking act suddenly. You probably thought he was a fucking dork for even shaking your hand. He should have hugged you. No now he was in to deep.

“Sorry I’m late I didn’t know what to wear and then my Uber took forever, but I hope this is okay.”

Okay? You looked like a fucking angel and you were asking him if it was okay. “No you look amazing.” Okay maybe too strong. Fuck he sounded like a dork.

“Thank you,” you replied this smile coming on your face. “You look good too.”

“Thanks. I know I said the others would be here but they ditched me.” He rolled his eyes.

Ugh he could listen to that giggle on repeat. “Well now I’m really happy I came,” you said. “This where we sitting?”

“We can move to a booth if you want,” he suggested.

Was he supposed to sit closer to you? God he wanted to. He was glad you picked one of those rounded ones so he could scoot a little closer if need be. How close would be too close? He didn’t wanna come off to strong.

“So what do you do for work?” He asked after he’d just ordered the both of you your then took a sip of his beer.

“I’m a librarian,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow. Could you get any cuter. “What? Really.”

“Mhm,” you replied. “At Alyssa and Annie’s school actually. So glad we’re on summer vacation.”

He chuckled. “Yeah? What are you planning to do?”

“Absolutely nothing aside enjoy my sweet, sweet freedom until September,” you replied with a laugh. “What about you?”

“Taking some time off,” he replied. “Just got out of the military so I’m taking a break until I start this new thing.”

“What are you planning?” You asked.

“Well, I mostly work with tech,” he replied.

You crinkled your nose. “That reminds me. I fucked up my laptop somehow.”

“Yeah? I can take a look at it for you sometime.”

“Really? That’d be awesome.”

You did this thing where you tilted your head back as you laughed. It only made him laugh harder as he watched you. You’d covered your mouth and then put a hand against your chest after.

He’d finally moved closer to you. A whiff of your perfume hitting him over the strong smell of beer and pizza in front of you.

“You’re lying!” You giggled.

“No! I’m so serious. The elevator doors opened and they saw everything.”

You looked down as you laughed. “Did they get mad?”

“I mean look they didn’t seem to upset. They were trying to get a better look,” he replied. “If anything I felt like a piece of meat.”

“You poor thing.”

He smiled as he watched you. Clenching his jaw and swallowing. Hoping like hell that he wouldn’t mess this up.

“You know I actually wasn’t gonna come tonight.”

“Yeah? What changed your mind?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Lys and Annie heard me and my sister-in-law talking and they went on and on about how funny you were and that I should go. I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah?” He asked. Who would have thought two eight years olds would make the best wing men. “I’m glad too.”

“Yeah I’m having a great time,” you said feeling your face heat up.

“Me, too,” he replied suddenly feeling like his face was hurting from smiling so much. “Hey, sorry to change the subject bit where did you get that Petunia hat? I’d love to add one to my collection.”

“Yeah of course,” you replied. “It might take awhile, but definitely.”

“Great.”

He saw a lot of you after that. At games and you’d hung out at Dom’s a few times. Then the summer was over and everything started back up.

Even when the season ended you’d almost become a constant in his life. You’d gotten so close to his sister. You even drove Annie to school with Alyssa so that was the most convenient. Since you also usually took them home, you tended to stay over for dinner a lot. Once he noticed that pattern he’d started to, too.

He wanted to tell you that he was into you, but it was like every time he tried he got tongue tied. Sometimes he was so sure you were flirting with him that all he could think about it was just saying fuck it and kiss you.

Yet and still his dumbass didn’t make a move. He knew he had a chance when you were helping out at Annie’s birthday. You were licking frosting off your finger like you were daring him. Then your brother walked in.

The year comes back around and it’s summer again. You’re back to wearing summer dresses like that one from the first night at Dom’s and it had been killing him. He was normally such a flirt to, but he felt like he couldn’t do that shit with you. There was too much at stake.

The girls are still on the same team because of course. This was their last year as Petunias. He’d never gotten his hat even though you kept swearing you’d do it.

“Oh shit that’s right I finished your hat!” You said, interrupting the conversation the two of you were already having pulling them cherry popsicle you’d stolen from your lips.

“It only took you a year,” he said with a laugh once again holding a beer bottle in his hands. Your sister was throwing a little barbecue so your brother and sister in law were there. Nieces off playing with all the other kids. The two of you tended to sit beside each other at these things now. “When can I get it?”

You stuck your tongue out which was red from the dye. The you placed it beck and he was trying to figure out if you knew what the hell you were doing to him. “Whenever.”

He chuckled. “Wanna go right now? So we can make sure it’s not another year.”

You smacked his strong chest and laughed. “I told you it would take awhile!”

He launched a little harder shaking his head. “But a year?”

“Yeah. The best year.”

Your apartment was just as cozy as he thought it’d be. All soft and warm. A light flowery scent wafting through the air.

The drive consisted here consisted of the two of you turning the radio up when this song came on. Singing along to it loudly since no one else was around to hear. Then once again laughing on the short walk to your front door.

“Want anything? Water, coffee, tea? I actually think I have beer,” you listed off as you dropped your keys in the bowl by the front door, hung your purse up, and stepped out of your shoes. “I also have wine.”

“If I drink anymore beer I won’t be able to drive home,” he replied.

You shrugged. “My couch is always free.”

“Then beer it is,” he replied with a smile.

He sat on the couch with the beer in his hand as you went to your room to grab what you’d come home for so soon. Looking around at all the little knickknacks and pictures. Then got up to look at all the books on your shelf. Quickly taking note that everything was in order.

“Found it!” You announced coming back in the room. “Wanna try it on?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he bent down do you could do place it on top of his head with a giggle. “How’s it look?” He asked, posing with his hands on his hips.

“Cute,” you replied looking up at him with giggle. “I love it.”

“Yeah? I’m trusting your judgement.”

“Just go look in the mirror!” You laughed.

“Nope. Putting my faith in you. If I look dumb that’s on you.”

You pouted. “As if.”

“As if what?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “You know you’re hot. Stop.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned on the outside, but on the inside his heart thumped. “I’m hot?” You crinkled your nose and opened your mouth only to close it again. While he was enjoying seeing you get all flustered he grabbed your hand. “I’m just teasing.”

“I know,” you replied.

“Besides it’s not like I don’t think you’re, well, I think you’re cute.” There he said it. It was out in the open. Not that he was expecting anything, but he was just happy he said it. Even if he did get a little tongue tied there.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. God he probably looked like a dope all nervous and shit. But this was it. Finally the right time.

He doesn’t know what it was. Maybe the way you were looking up at him, but he found himself leaning down to swipe his lips across yours.

Then you gasped against which made him pull away. “Shit sorry I completely misread,” he said. “I thought we were having a moment and now you probably think I’m a fucking creep.” He continued to ramble on and before he could even realized what was happening too grabbed the pocket on his shirt to pull him to you.

He held your hips as you made out. Your legs on either side of him. Fuck he was going to be obsessed with how you tasted from now on. He could just tell.

You ran your hands through his hair then came down to claw at his shoulders. Then to his ear where you rubbed his earlobe. He wasn’t sure where the fuck librarians like you had been hiding when he was in school, but he was just thankful that he was a grown man for this.

He laid you down and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. Your dress hiking up because of it exposing your cute little panties. He found himself moving his hips into you and fuck he needed to stop because he was starting to get hard. That’s when you moved away from him as you let out a little moan. Fuck he could listen to that every.

“Is that your… um… your… ya know?” You asked, angling yourself like you were trying to make better contact with it.

“My what?” He asked, but he was too far gone to stop.

“Your dick?”

“Yeah that’s my dick, Baby. That okay?”

You nodded and licked your bottom lip before biting it. Looking up at him with such innocent eyes he almost felt bad that he wanted to rip your panties off of you.

“It feels really big,” you breathed out then laughed at the end then he shut up by grinding against you really slow. Making sure you felt it.

“Think so?” He asked.

“Uh huh,” you moaned with your jaw dropped.

Holy fuck you were fucking sexy. All spread open for him. God he better not fuck this up. Ever. There was entirely too much on the line. His niece liked you. That was a big deal for him.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, you know.”

Yup you were wifey. He was sure of it.

Still. He had to play this smooth. Didn’t wanna rush just wanted to take his time and fuck you started kissing his neck and he didn’t think it was possible, but he felt like he was about to fucking bust already.

His hand sliding up and down your thighs. So soft. So fucking pretty.

“Anywhere?” He asked. “Like here?” He reached under you so he could grab your ass.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. “Anywhere.”

He groaned to himself then brought the other hand up to one of your breasts. “What about here?” He asked as he squeezed it.

“Yeah.” You mewled. “You can take my dress off if you want.”

Fuck yes.

He sat up on his knees. Lifted it up a little passed your stomach. Then was about to lean back down to kiss you when he noticed the wet spot on your panties. He swallowed. His heart feeling like it was about to beat out of his chest.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

Hie gaze snapped back to you as he cleared his throat. “Your panties are soaked,” he hissed. “I do that to you?”

“Yeah,” you whined.

He couldn’t stop himself. Putting his thumb against your covered mound making you tense up and let out moan.

“Fuck, Jake.”

Fuck you sounded so pretty. And he could tell you wanted him bad. “ What you want from me, Baby?”

“Touch me.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “Where?”

“There,” you gasped as his fingers hit over your clit.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded.

You groaned softly and then went between your bodies to pull your panties to the side. Exposing the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Fuck why did he have to wait a year.

No. Maybe that was a good thing. That’s why you were being like this. If he’d done it too soon it definitely wasn’t gonna be like this. Like how could this get any better.

“I want you to touch my pussy, Jake,” you said in a whimper.

He was gonna fucking nut his pants. Holy shit.

No. He had to play this cool. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard. Or if he’d ever been.

So you wanted him to touch your pussy. Your very cute, very wet pussy. As soon as his thumb touched the wetness of your clit he groaned. “Fuck, Baby. I really did this to you?”

You nodded with your mouth dropped open. “Uh huh,” you whined.

He just couldn’t stop himself as he pushed a finger in you. Fuck you were so fucking tight. “Want me to take care of you?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you cried. “Yes. Please.”

“Such good manners,” he teased except you kind of couldn’t laugh because you were moaning like he was the first man to touch you in years. “When’s the last time someone’s fucked you, Baby?”

“I dunno. Like over a year.”

“What? You been waiting for me?” He asked.

You nodded and yup he needed to fuck you right the fuck now. He stopped so what he was doing so he could pull his shirt from his body. You used that time so you could take your dress off. Barely wasting anytime to removed your bra as he got up to take off the rest of his clothes even setting his glasses on the end table beside the couch.

You sat up as he was undoing his pants. Looking up at him with doe eyes then glanced at the bulge in his pants. You leaned forward so you could kiss the outline from the base to the mushroom tip.

He stopped you to pull it out as your jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” you gasped. “It’s so big.” He clenched his jaw and swallowed. He was about to speak except you cut him off. “Can I suck it?”

God yes.

Something about seeing you like this. Such a sweet girl like you happily choking on his cock. If he thought you were adorable before nothing could beat seeing you with your mouthful of him and saliva covering your face. Sucking on him like he was that popsicle earlier.

Letting him grab your hair so he could push you in deeper. Than holding you still as you coughed around him because it felt too fucking good. Then you pulled off with tears in your eyes to tell him how much you loved it. He was in fucking heaven.

Sure you couldn’t take him all the way. That was okay. You obviously wouldn’t mind practicing. And he was planning on making you practice over and over again even when you got it right. He understood. He was too much for your mouth to handle.

Not that you weren’t doing an amazing job. You definitely were. Honestly probably the sloppiest blow job he’d ever had.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

He doesn’t know if that seemed to fuel you but it was like that was your goal. Like you were trying to suck the cum out of his dick. Then as he started to spurt in your mouth you made this face like you were in absolute bliss and it only made his orgasm more intense.

When he pulled you off he kissed you. Yeah he knew a lot of guys had a problem with that, but you’d just given him the sloppiest toppy he’d be an idiot to give a fuck about that sort of thing.

And he needed a taste. As soon as he put his tongue on you he knew this was about to be his new happy place. Right between your thighs whether it was his mouth or his dick.

You withered against the cushions. Grabbing at his hair and tugging the blond ends. He traced the alphabet with his tongue against your clit. Pussy sopping wet.

He got to the lowercase g and you let out a little scream. Seeing your reaction made him keep doing then he had to hold you down because you were moving too much. “I’m gonna, ah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

That’s his fucking girl. That’s right you cum on his fucking tongue and fingers. Fuck you were gushing for him. He can’t believe he’d been the one to get you like this. He felt like a fucking man right now. Making the woman he’d been crushing on for a year cum so hard you were fucking squirting like no one else had ever done this to you before.

Or finding out that you hadn’t been fucked in a year. You’d been waiting for him like such a good girl. He should have fucked you that day you’d met.

It took giving you a few more orgasms before he could come up for air. He was finding himself getting addicted to it, but he needed to stop. Needing to fuck you properly like you deserved.

He leaned back down to kiss you. Dick pressing into your inner thigh. Just one move and he could slip in. No protection. No nothing. Normally that wouldn’t have been tempting but he wanted to fuck you just right. Wanted to fill you with his fucking cum like you deserved.

“Please,” you begged. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna fuck you.”

With that he lined up with your entrance. Giving you a little bit of time to adjust to him. “Please,” you whimpered this time. “Just do it. Fuck me. I don’t care anymore.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said moving his hips shallowly.

“Please? I like it,” you moaned. “I want you to fuck my hole like you don’t care if you hurt it.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Well. Who was he to deny that. “Yeah? Want me to make it hurt.” He pushed in a little deeper stlll not fully wanting to give you it all yet.

“Please. I wanna be your slut.”

Okay.

See.

Fuck.

Now Jake liked to think of himself as a nice guy. Part of the reason he was so into you was because you matched his energy. Just so sweet and adorable, but when you were legs wide open and moaning that you wanted to be his slut he’d be crazy to not give you that. He could push his niceness to the side if it meant making you happy.

So with that he shoved in. If you wanted it who the fuck was he to argue. As if he hadn’t jerked off to this exact same scenario. Of course he’d always pictured your first time if it ever happened to be sweet and gentle. Sometimes in a meadow as you wore a flower crown. While he had quite the imagination the real thing beat that by miles.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted into his ear with every moan.

“Oh god,” he grunted because you were tight. It was a good thing you’d sucked him off before because he probably would have came the moment he buried himself into you. Now that would have been embarrassing.

Your finger nails felt so good digging into his skin. Clinging to him like you were afraid he’d let go. As if he’d stop.

“I’m, uh, cumming, uh,” you cried.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl that right. You cum on my dick.”

You arched your back and let out another little scream. Shit. How the fuck was he supposed to hold on when you got this tight. Just like earlier when you’d sucked the cum from his dick this time it felt like you were trying to milk him. Fuck he could fuck you like this everyday for the rest of his life.

“Choke me,” you asked.

Yup he was gonna marry you. That was it. He’d made up his mind. You were the girl for him.

He did as you asked. “Just like that!” You cried. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Yeah just like that. Who fucks you right, Baby?”

“You do!” You moaned.

He leaned in closer to you. Putting his lips against your ear. “You know I didn’t put a condom on right.”

“That’s okay.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “I’m not pulling out. This pussy’s too good not to cum in.”

“I’m, ugh, on, ugh, birth, ugh, control.”

If you were anyone else and he was hitting it like this those words would have made him feel relieved. Except it was you. And with you the idea of leaving you full of his cum and potentially with child made him feral. “Really?” He asked. “That sucks.”

“Why?”

“Making me wanna put a baby in you.”

You gasped and raised an eyebrow. Pussy tightening because of his words. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Don’t want any other man thinking they can have you. This my pussy.”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah you should be.” Oh fuck he was almost there. His rhythm now getting all sloppy. “How can I fuck you right if I can’t get you pregnant with my baby. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Oh fuck,” you sobbed. “You’re such a fucking Daddy.”

Yup. He was gonna blow. Aiming right for your cervix. Just because he probably wasn’t going to put one in you, doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least show you what he was gonna do when he did.

“Yeah? That’s it. I’m Daddy, Baby. I’m your Daddy.” He moaned out as he kept shoving himself into you before stilling as he finally busted. Pinning you under him as his cock pulsed inside of you.

He put his face into your neck as he came down from his high. This feeling of triumph washing over him. You were here. You were under him. You’d finally let him fuck your brains out. You called him Daddy. He was pretty sure he could die happy.

Finally after a moment he lifted up to kiss you. Then pulled you away, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. Fucking finally. He’d been waiting for so long to get you close. Now you were here and totally needy. Looking ethereal in your post-coitus glow.

“C’mere,” he whispered as he tried to turn you over so he could hold you from behind. As you tried to get situated against him and cozy he found his back hitting the floor in a thud.

You sat up quickly “Jake! Are you okay?

With his eyes closed tight he groaned. Well at least he waited until afterwards to embarrass himself. “Physically yes, but my ego took a pretty big hit.”

You laughed and next thing he knew you were on top of him. Cuddling into him like he hadn’t just eaten shit. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.” Then you pressed your soft lips against his cheek.

As the night turned into a weekend of him dicking you down he had a few realizations. One. You’d definitely been parent trapped by your nieces. Two. It was a little early to ask you to be Mrs. Jake Jensen, but he was pretty sure you were his dream girl. And three? The both of you were going to look dope as fuck in your matching Petunias hats and t-shirts this season.