#jake lockely x reaer

[love-anddeepression]

Rasmalai juice staining her lips

Marc/Steven/Jake x fem!Desi!reader

Warning: racism, fights with mom, desi education system, crying, use of gaalis.

Tagging: @lil-stark @just-laufeyson @winter-moony @luvsersi @idli-dosa @directioner5life @fangirlwithasweettooth @uglyasswoman @navs-bhat

The bangles aren't what attract his attention, nor is it the fact that you're wearing a kurta in the heat and listening to ghazals.

It's the bliss on your face as your head falls back in satisfaction after eating your weekly bowl of rasmalai.

It's the way the juice is dripping from your lips.

He wants to kiss it off.

"Jake? Anything wrong?" you ask him, your lovely thick eyebrows furrowed as you lick your lips.

He just shakes his head, enamored at the fact that someone like you even gives a single shit about him. He understands why you love Steven, the guy was sunshine incarnate. And Marc, who showed his love often and communicated his feelings openly.

But him? What made him special?

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice your hand come closer to cup his face, the cold glass bangle shaking him out of his thoughts.

His heart began to beat faster as you smiled, coming closer. Your fingers lightly dancing over his face, tracing the contours of his nose, smoothening his furrowed brow, softly rubbing his cheek bones.

"You have no idea how much I love you, huh?" you murmured.

He scoffed slightly, trying not to blush. You huffed out a laugh.

"Pichi."(idiot) and then you kissed him, lips tasting of rasmalai. Bangles jingling as your hands moved to his hair, tugging lightly. Your chunni was discarded.

The ghazals kept playing as you stared at each other, getting lost in each other as you had so many times before. Your kohl-lined eyes, were looking at him with so much love he was taken aback. He didn't need anymore reassurance.

----

He is supposed to be the calm one out of the three.

Yet he can't help but feel his blood boil when he sees you crying.

As he cups your face and makes you look at him, his heart breaks at the tear stains and the smudged kohl, which was always immaculate. Your lips are wobbling as you mumble incoherently.

"Baby, what happened?" he asks softly.

" Oh Marc, my boss, that harami.(asshole)" was all you managed to say before pulling him into a hug and sobbing into his chest.

"Oh baby, it's okay. You need to calm down. Do you want Steven to front?"

You shake your head, "Na na, it's okay. Koi bath nahi.(it's nothing)"

He smiles comfortingly, "Want some chai?"

He nearly laughs at the way your eyes light up as you nod.

A few minutes later, after you've washed your face and calmed down, he asks you again, "What did your boss do?"

You sigh, "He's one suar ka aulaad(son of a pig). You know how many nights I've stayed up late, finishing his reports for him, doing his work, and then doing my own work to the best of my ability. I'm one of the best writers in the team and I was so sure I would get the promotion, arey(used to show exasperation) everyone else was expecting me to get it. But that white piece of shit gave the promotion to Micheal, who didn't do a single thing. And when I asked him about it, all he said was that Micheal deserved it more because he was born here and he would benefit from it as a citizen of this country. Like, what shit is that? I don't deserve a promotion for all the shit I've done for him, and because I'm Hindustani? Somehow that doesn't click."

He clenches his jaw, "That jerk."

You nod and stand up, "Kutta.(Dog) I refuse to be made to feel small because of where I'm from. Arey, what right does that haramzaade(bastard) have? To state that me being Indian is a good enough reason to give MY promotion, the one I worked my ass off for, to some white dude who doesn't even lift a finger?"

"He has no right, baby. No right at all." he stands and takes your hands, pulling you into a hug, "Want me to teach him a lesson?"

You nod against his chest, "Don't let Jake kill him, please."

He chuckles, kissing your hair.

"Oh!" you pull back and reach into your bag on the table. You pull out a box and open the top to reveal sweets of all kinds.

"Found a good Indian store and I just had to buy these! They look just like Nani's." (nani means maternal grandmother)

He smiles as you take one out and cup your hand under it, moving to feed him a bite. His mouth is rewarded with a burst of flavour that leaves him wanting more.

"Nice, na?" you wink.

He swears he's never loved you more.

----------

"Ma, no. Please understand what I'm trying to say! How am I disrespecting you? I never raised my voice once! Please just listen!"

Steven has met your mom over video chat a few times, and she's one of the sweetest women he's ever seen. And yet, this very woman is the reason his love his currently trying not to scream into a pillow.

"Amma, just-. Look, you're in a bad mood, I'll call you later when you've calmed down." you cut the call and groan into your palm.

He slowly makes his way to the sofa where you're currently seated and plops down beside you.

"Lovey..what happened? Why was mum upset?" he asks.

"Nothing, jaan. She gets into one of her moods and expects me to remain in a good one because she's elder and she supposedly is never wrong and all that shit. All the elders in our family, except my nani are like that. Being elder makes you right, being younger makes you wrong, and if you think otherwise, you'll get a slap."

"Oh, lovey. I'm so sorry." he pulls you into a hug.

"Tell me what to do, Steven." you choke out, " I mean, one time she's the sweetest mother on Earth and the next she's like some fire-breathing dragon. She's the one who told me to pursue what I want, everytime I bitched about the education system back at home. She's the one who gave me chai everytime I dozed off during studying history. Gandhi sucks by the way. She cares for me, she loves me, i know that. And yet, if she loves me, why do I feel like this everytime we have a conversation?"

"Lovey, you know your mum better than I do. It sucks that she's like that. But you have to understand that all her life, she's probably been treated the same way you're being treated right now, she's would have felt the exact same way after every disagreement with your nani. Talk to her when she's calm, explain your situation. I know it hurts, baby. It'll be okay." he kisses your forehead.

"Oi Hoi, you've become quite the clever man, meri jaan. Thank you, thank you for being so understanding, so caring." you kiss him lightly and rest your forehead against his.

"Can we dance?" he asks after a few moments.

You grin, reaching for your phone and playing that one song that he's become obsessed with. The one from the Bollywood movie. You move slowly in tandem. Snorts of laughter coming from him when you trip over a discarded pair of chappals.

As the music intensifies, the both of you spin and crash into each other. Your jhumka's swing and your bangles jingle. Your kurta flies as he spins you in the air and kisses you.

Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta hein, yaara, mein kya karu. (I see god in you, my love, what should I do)

------

They're speechless.

She's looking so pretty. Jake coos.

Damn right, mate. Steven agrees.

Your lehenga is a dark green, gold embroidery on the shawl, and blouse. Your hands have mehendi on them, your lips tinted. Your eyes lined with kohl, you're wearing your signature jhumkas. The smile on your face as you look away shyly almost makes him fall flat on his face.

"Baby" he takes a step closer, the sherwani your mom gifted him matching with yours, "You look so lovely. Wow."

"Aw, thanks Marc. You look amazing as well."

Shut up and kiss her! Jake shouts

No, it'll ruin her lipstick! Steven protests.

He settles for taking her hand in his and kissing her palm.

"I'm going to marry you someday." he confessed.

Hell yeah!

"I can't wait." you smile, "I love you."

[waiting-for-motivation]

midnight love

summary: Jake drunkenly flirts with his best friend. He can‘t keep his hands to himself.

request: Can you write best friends to lovers with a shy reader with glasses with a little bit smut ~ @daddysfavoritesexkitten

pairing: Jake Lockley x Reaer

warnings: alcohol consumption, smut, cunnilingus, mustache, overstimulation, no p in v

words: 1385

a/n: I love Jake soooo much and even though he is not as brutal as he seems in the show, I hope I still got his character right, maybe a bit softer but that is nothing new in my fics :) hope you like it❤️

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

The front door starts shaking all of a sudden. A soft clatter becomes louder and eventually someone kicks against the wood, followed by many spanish insults. (Y/n) immediately recognises the muffled voice, so she leaves her comfortable place on the couch. She opens the door to a rather drunk Jake. He was leaning against the door, now falling over and grinning at his best friend from the floor.

“Good evening, bonita“, Jake whispers with a slur, stumbling over his own words. (Y/n) sighs deeply, before she kneels down and wraps an arm around her friend, helping him into a halfway standing position. He is warm and so close, which makes her heart beat faster. (Y/n) desperately tries to cover her legs with her oversized shirt, keeping Jakes eyes from her panties. (darling)

“Eres hermosa“, Jake flirts, raising his eyebrows in a drunkenly seducing way, which makes (Y/n) giggle. When Jake leans forward, their noses almost touching, feeling their shared breath, she stops breathing. He is drunk and means not one word leaving his mouth. Jake flirts with everyone, she is nothing special, just another girl. (You‘re gorgeous)

“Jake, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?“, (Y/n) asks while trying to pull her friend towards her couch. With one of her arms around him and two of his around her body, this is rather difficult. But eventually, (Y/n) can push him onto her couch.

“I missed you. He estado pensando en ti todo el día, bebé“, Jake confesses, although his friend has no idea what he is trying to say. Her spanish skills are based on the few words he taught her, but his drunk mumbling makes it hard to understand even the pet names. (I was thinking of you all day, baby)

The light coming from the tv illuminates Jakes perfect facial features, also showing (Y/n) a small injury on his brow. Her eyes go wide, and she quickly reaches for his face, examining the bloody cut closer. “What did you do? Who did you kill this time?“

“I didn’t kill anyone, bonita“, Jake says while raising both his hands. He enjoys the soft touch of his friend, even closes his eyes for some time. All these past years, he only knew violence and pain, but with (Y/n) came the realisation that touch can also be innocent and soothing. “There was this pendejo, I had to put him in his place, but I did not kill him!“ (asshole)

Whispering his name one last time, (Y/n) tries to leave for the bathroom, to get Jake at least an antiseptic and a patch. Jake has other plans, reaching for his friend and pulling her as close as possible. Now sitting in his lap, (Y/n) desperately avoids direct eye contact with Jake.

“Hey, look at me. Tienes unos ojos hermosos“, Jake tells his friend, even placing a hand on her cheek to lock their eyes. There is a happy smile on his lips as he takes her beauty in. “They always get in the way.“ With his thumb, Jake pushes (Y/n)s glasses from her nose and quickly places them next to him. (You have beautiful eyes)

“Jake, please, don‘t do this. You‘re drunk“, (Y/n) breathes as Jake leans his forehead against hers, their noses kissing. She can smell the cheap tequila on him and his significant aftershave. The hand not resting on her cheek, reaches for (Y/n)s lower back.

“I might be, but I know what I want. Te quiero, only you“, Jake says with his lips so close to (Y/n) that they touch hers with every word leaving his mouth. Their chests touch, so Jake can feel her heart freaking out. The corner of his mouth twitches. She is so shy, it makes him love her even more. (I want you)

“Come on, bonita, say the word and I leave“, Jake tells her with a shaky voice. His fingers caress her cheek. “or just kiss me.“

Taking one deep breath and closing her eyes, (Y/n) leans forward and finally connects their lips. Both have waited long for this kiss to happen, stealing glances during their movie nights or extending their goodbye hugs a little longer to stay in the warm embrace of their crush.

The kiss is soft, not like the ones Jake used to share with his hookups. Nothing about (Y/n) could be compared with them. She is sweet, innocent, and so kind. Jake feels at peace whenever he is close to her. The only rough thing is his mustache tickling her.

They can‘t stop, so addicted to the feeling of the others touch that the kiss turns into a makeout session. Jakes hand wanders to (Y/n)s ass, massaging her flesh and helping her grind on his lap. He can feel himself getting hard.

And then there is nothing holding Jake back. He knows (Y/n) wants this too. Both his hands take hold of (Y/n)s hips, and he pulls her under him in one swift motion, one of his legs between hers. He can already feel her wetness against his thigh. In a rush, he takes off her shirt, revealing her boobs. Jakes hands wander to them right away, so do his lips. He places delicate kisses on her sternum.

“So sexy, bebé“, Jake whispers as he places kisses all over (Y/n)s chest. Kiss by kiss, he moves from her breasts to her belly button and finally to her panties. Without hesitation, Jake nestles his nose against her covered pussy and takes a deep satisfied breath.

“Jake“, (Y/n) whimpers and shakes her head. She wants this as much as Jake does, but she fears he might do this just because he is drunk. She has one hand in Jakes dark curls. He moans and grins up at her, pulling her panties to the side and placing a short kiss on her cunt.

“Tonight is all about you, bonita. I want you to feel good“, Jake explains, and without another word he returns his focus on whats between (Y/n)s legs. Carefully, he removes her panties and immediately dives in. Jakes nose touches her clit, making (Y/n) wince and moan at the same time. His mustache is a weird feeling against her lips and yet stimulates her perfectly.

The moment Jake inserts one finger into her sensitive pussy, (Y/n)s back arches, and she grips his hair tighter. His lips start kissing and nibbling at her clitoris, preparing her for two more of his fingers. Jake starts caressing her inner walls, looking for that one particular spot to bring her to the edge.

He had his eyes closed for the most time, just enjoying the smell and feeling of his lover. When he opens them, he gets greeted with the angelic sight of (Y/n). She squirms and writhes underneath him. “Bebé, let go for me.“

Jake finds that spongy spot inside her and triggers her orgasm. Her walls tighten around his fingers and his mustache gets drenched in her wetness. But Jake doesn‘t stop, he is taken aback by her whole being, not wanting to leave this safe place. So he pulls another two orgasms out of her, all while he grinds his lower half against the couch.

(Y/n) is panting heavily when Jake removes his face from her cunt, her wetness all over his chin and mustache, his hair messy from her pulling on it. His smile is wide, and he can‘t stop himself from pressing his plush lips against hers, the kiss tasting very much like sex.

“Jake, you didn‘t cum“, (Y/n) says with a stutter. Her hands are already moving towards his crotch, but Jake stops her before she can even touch his chest, holding both her hands above her head.

“I already told you, bonita, tonight was all about you and your pleasure“, Jake states and caresses her cheek with his free hand. There is something in his eyes, maybe love and adoration. “You deserve it.“

“And you deserve a patch“, (Y/n) realizes with a giggle and manages to break free from Jakes grip, rolling from the couch and running towards the bathroom with a blanket wrapped around her naked body. She returns with a plaster covered in little bees. Her smile widens the second she lays eyes on Jake with said patch and an annoyed but still loveable expression.

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[softieekayy]

Desi readers just make me so happy man!! This was so beautiful!

Rasmalai juice staining her lips

Marc/Steven/Jake x fem!Desi!reader

Warning: racism, fights with mom, desi education system, crying, use of gaalis.

Tagging: @lil-stark @just-laufeyson @winter-moony @luvsersi @idli-dosa @directioner5life @fangirlwithasweettooth @uglyasswoman @navs-bhat

The bangles aren't what attract his attention, nor is it the fact that you're wearing a kurta in the heat and listening to ghazals.

It's the bliss on your face as your head falls back in satisfaction after eating your weekly bowl of rasmalai.

It's the way the juice is dripping from your lips.

He wants to kiss it off.

"Jake? Anything wrong?" you ask him, your lovely thick eyebrows furrowed as you lick your lips.

He just shakes his head, enamored at the fact that someone like you even gives a single shit about him. He understands why you love Steven, the guy was sunshine incarnate. And Marc, who showed his love often and communicated his feelings openly.

But him? What made him special?

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice your hand come closer to cup his face, the cold glass bangle shaking him out of his thoughts.

His heart began to beat faster as you smiled, coming closer. Your fingers lightly dancing over his face, tracing the contours of his nose, smoothening his furrowed brow, softly rubbing his cheek bones.

"You have no idea how much I love you, huh?" you murmured.

He scoffed slightly, trying not to blush. You huffed out a laugh.

"Pichi."(idiot) and then you kissed him, lips tasting of rasmalai. Bangles jingling as your hands moved to his hair, tugging lightly. Your chunni was discarded.

The ghazals kept playing as you stared at each other, getting lost in each other as you had so many times before. Your kohl-lined eyes, were looking at him with so much love he was taken aback. He didn't need anymore reassurance.

----

He is supposed to be the calm one out of the three.

Yet he can't help but feel his blood boil when he sees you crying.

As he cups your face and makes you look at him, his heart breaks at the tear stains and the smudged kohl, which was always immaculate. Your lips are wobbling as you mumble incoherently.

"Baby, what happened?" he asks softly.

" Oh Marc, my boss, that harami.(asshole)" was all you managed to say before pulling him into a hug and sobbing into his chest.

"Oh baby, it's okay. You need to calm down. Do you want Steven to front?"

You shake your head, "Na na, it's okay. Koi bath nahi.(it's nothing)"

He smiles comfortingly, "Want some chai?"

He nearly laughs at the way your eyes light up as you nod.

A few minutes later, after you've washed your face and calmed down, he asks you again, "What did your boss do?"

You sigh, "He's one suar ka aulaad(son of a pig). You know how many nights I've stayed up late, finishing his reports for him, doing his work, and then doing my own work to the best of my ability. I'm one of the best writers in the team and I was so sure I would get the promotion, arey(used to show exasperation) everyone else was expecting me to get it. But that white piece of shit gave the promotion to Micheal, who didn't do a single thing. And when I asked him about it, all he said was that Micheal deserved it more because he was born here and he would benefit from it as a citizen of this country. Like, what shit is that? I don't deserve a promotion for all the shit I've done for him, and because I'm Hindustani? Somehow that doesn't click."

He clenches his jaw, "That jerk."

You nod and stand up, "Kutta.(Dog) I refuse to be made to feel small because of where I'm from. Arey, what right does that haramzaade(bastard) have? To state that me being Indian is a good enough reason to give MY promotion, the one I worked my ass off for, to some white dude who doesn't even lift a finger?"

"He has no right, baby. No right at all." he stands and takes your hands, pulling you into a hug, "Want me to teach him a lesson?"

You nod against his chest, "Don't let Jake kill him, please."

He chuckles, kissing your hair.

"Oh!" you pull back and reach into your bag on the table. You pull out a box and open the top to reveal sweets of all kinds.

"Found a good Indian store and I just had to buy these! They look just like Nani's." (nani means maternal grandmother)

He smiles as you take one out and cup your hand under it, moving to feed him a bite. His mouth is rewarded with a burst of flavour that leaves him wanting more.

"Nice, na?" you wink.

He swears he's never loved you more.

----------

"Ma, no. Please understand what I'm trying to say! How am I disrespecting you? I never raised my voice once! Please just listen!"

Steven has met your mom over video chat a few times, and she's one of the sweetest women he's ever seen. And yet, this very woman is the reason his love his currently trying not to scream into a pillow.

"Amma, just-. Look, you're in a bad mood, I'll call you later when you've calmed down." you cut the call and groan into your palm.

He slowly makes his way to the sofa where you're currently seated and plops down beside you.

"Lovey..what happened? Why was mum upset?" he asks.

"Nothing, jaan. She gets into one of her moods and expects me to remain in a good one because she's elder and she supposedly is never wrong and all that shit. All the elders in our family, except my nani are like that. Being elder makes you right, being younger makes you wrong, and if you think otherwise, you'll get a slap."

"Oh, lovey. I'm so sorry." he pulls you into a hug.

"Tell me what to do, Steven." you choke out, " I mean, one time she's the sweetest mother on Earth and the next she's like some fire-breathing dragon. She's the one who told me to pursue what I want, everytime I bitched about the education system back at home. She's the one who gave me chai everytime I dozed off during studying history. Gandhi sucks by the way. She cares for me, she loves me, i know that. And yet, if she loves me, why do I feel like this everytime we have a conversation?"

"Lovey, you know your mum better than I do. It sucks that she's like that. But you have to understand that all her life, she's probably been treated the same way you're being treated right now, she's would have felt the exact same way after every disagreement with your nani. Talk to her when she's calm, explain your situation. I know it hurts, baby. It'll be okay." he kisses your forehead.

"Oi Hoi, you've become quite the clever man, meri jaan. Thank you, thank you for being so understanding, so caring." you kiss him lightly and rest your forehead against his.

"Can we dance?" he asks after a few moments.

You grin, reaching for your phone and playing that one song that he's become obsessed with. The one from the Bollywood movie. You move slowly in tandem. Snorts of laughter coming from him when you trip over a discarded pair of chappals.

As the music intensifies, the both of you spin and crash into each other. Your jhumka's swing and your bangles jingle. Your kurta flies as he spins you in the air and kisses you.

Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta hein, yaara, mein kya karu. (I see god in you, my love, what should I do)

------

They're speechless.

She's looking so pretty. Jake coos.

Damn right, mate. Steven agrees.

Your lehenga is a dark green, gold embroidery on the shawl, and blouse. Your hands have mehendi on them, your lips tinted. Your eyes lined with kohl, you're wearing your signature jhumkas. The smile on your face as you look away shyly almost makes him fall flat on his face.

"Baby" he takes a step closer, the sherwani your mom gifted him matching with yours, "You look so lovely. Wow."

"Aw, thanks Marc. You look amazing as well."

Shut up and kiss her! Jake shouts

No, it'll ruin her lipstick! Steven protests.

He settles for taking her hand in his and kissing her palm.

"I'm going to marry you someday." he confessed.

Hell yeah!

"I can't wait." you smile, "I love you."