can you make a fic where jake peralta is a girl dad?? he would be such a good girl dad too 😭😭 learning to do different hairstyles just for her, playing with her dolls, etc.
his daughter would totally be a mini amy though
Learning takes time
Jake Peralta x f!reader - fluff with a hint of angst
★ Summary: Jake Peralta becomes a girl dad, and he has to learn something new every step of the way.
★ Word count: 3.8k (I always think I write WAY more than I do)
★ Proofread: no :)
★ Warnings: cutie patooties being cuie patooties? and english is not my first language and the timeline is weird at some point
★ Note: Anon this is so good I'm LIVING for jake peralta as a girl's dad! And I know you said Amy but I didn't realized that until like halfway writing this but I hope is not too bad anyways. Also some parts are based on my boyfriend's little brother and my baby cousin so shot out to them.
★ In The Beggining ★
When Jake became a dad he couldn't believe his eyes. The beautiful baby he held in his hands was HIS, she had a part of him in her. Like, DNA or somethign. And she was adorable. She definitely took a lot from her mother, who was now resting after 49 hours of delivery. Y/n has said the moment she held her that she was definitely going to take after him, fighting like she had been for staying near Y/n for a bit more. Jake knew she was joking but who was he kidding, his wife was so right. But now the baby was here. The baby. The small, little, minuscule person he had been waiting for for the last 8 months, since they foud out Y/n was pregnant after she refused to eat popcorn because they had been upsetting her stomach lately. It was Jake who had figures out what happened, realizing his wife would never turn down popcorn and that she hadn't had her period that month. And them BOOM! She's pregnant, 8 months go by in a flash and now he is holding her. Wow. He snuggled a little bit closer to her although he knew it was becoming impossible to be nearer, but it felt like heaven. A piece of heaven at least. She definitely was an angel. His girl. His girls, because Y/n was starting to be awake and spoke with a rough voice of screaming so much the past 2 days.
'Hello love' Jake said with a blinding smile on his face. 'Hi, handsome' she said smiling, tired but happy. Jake got close to the bed and sat on it, handing the little bundle of love to Y/n. She looked at the baby with the same affection and adoration as Jake, but then she seemed to remember something and looked at him, looking a little bit stressed. 'Jake' she called him, gaining his attention and making him stop looking at the baby. 'Yep?' he asked tentatively, worried about the look on his wife's face. 'We haven't chosen a name for her yet!' she exclaimed whispering at the same time, and Jake seemed to realized that too. 'Oh, shoot!' he said while she just nodded along 'We really have to!' he continued. 'You don't say!' Y/n retorted. They both looked down at the small person in Y/n's arms. 'How could we forget something so important?' she asked. 'I have no clue. Who even forgets putting a name to their daughter?' he moaned.
To be fair, they had been looking for a name since the day they foud out they were having a daughter, but nothing had shined as the perfect name. 'Maybe now that we see her face we can think of something' he proposed, and Y/n just looked at him sourly 'What? What did I say?' he asked then. 'Jake darling the problem isn't not having ideas, is having a good one and actually agreeing in one for once!' she said, half scolding him for the names he had suggested the past few months. 'The names I said weren't that bad' he defended himself. 'Should I remind you that you wanted to name our daughter Johanna after McClain?' she told him 'It's brilliant!' Jake exclaimed. 'Jake we are not going to name our daughter after a guy doing thingies in a building on Christmas!' she exclaimed back. 'Hey, take that back! I never said anything when you suggested Beth because of Little Women!' he retorted. 'Maybe because that's a sensible name' she argumented, finishing off the conversation saying 'Maybe now that we can see her we can think of a name' she said, and they both turned to look at the sleeping baby.
'She's cute' he said. 'Of course she's cute, she's ours' she turned to look at him smiling, and a lightbulb seemed to appear above Jake's head. 'That's it! he said, happily. 'What's it?' Y/n asked, confused about her husband's behaviour. 'Adelaide' he stated. A few seconds of silence were followed by a 'what??' coming out of Y/n's mouth. 'Think about it, I'm a genius!' Jake continued, starting to pace around the room like he was solving a vital case 'We've always talked about wanting to go to Adelaide, and it was where went for our honeymoon. Plus, is not too long because we can call her Addie but it would still sound good in a professional setting when she grows up! It's perfect!' he sentenced. Y/n pondered the information about a few seconds that felt like hours for Jake, who wanted his wife agreement on that. 'Okay, you ARE a genius' Y/n said after the everlasting silence. Jake bounced a bit before going back to the hospital bed, where he looked at his baby and at his wife, who was focused on her baby with a satisfied look on her face. 'Adelaide' he said, looking at the little girl fondly. 'Addie... damn it does sound good' Y/n said, also trying out the name. And after a moment of tranquility, peace and quiet, Y/n looked at Jake again and talked again 'you do know we still need a second name right?' All Jake coul do was groan a bit while Y/n laughed at the defeated attitude of her husband. There were going to be some difficult years for Jake.
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★ First times ★
Life as a father had challenged Jake in ways he couldn't imagine. Changing diapers had probably traumatized him forever, and he learnt that bathing a baby was not too far from just bathing himself, especially when Addie started becoming more aware of her surroundings and she started splashing everywhere and Y/n and Jake were wet from head to toe after giving her a bath. But the worst for Jake hadn't been the diapers or the first times eating new foods where Addie decided to just throw food absolutely everywhere, no - the worst were the first steps.
Jake knew he was supossed to be excited about his daughter's first steps. And the first ones were no problem - she stumbled a bit and fell about a million times and then cried for about 20 minutes before settling down, but that wasn't out of the usual and him and Y/n were over the moon - the problem came when she dominated the art of walking, and then the practice of running.
Every time they let her out of the trolley in the park, Jake had sore knees from chasing her around. She would just run and run until she tripped or slipped and then she ended up on the floor. And there were times in which she just stood up and Jake had to chase her again. But there were others in which she would truly hurt herself, and then Jake became the most soft man known. He would go sprinting to her, checking everywhere for blood because she knew she got nervous when she saw it, and then taking her and cuddling her for some time, telling her she would be ok and that daddy was with her. Y/n had told him a million times that he was spoiling her a little bit, and that she Addie had to learn to get up by herself and not cry every time she fell because then she would always do that and she had to learn to not go to dad every time something happened to her because she knows that he would give her everything he wanted if she cried a bit. Oh, what a cruel mother! Trying to give her child a small amount of reality and helping her grow up not spoiled! How dared she! Jake actually agreed with her, and he really, REALLY tried to not go to her everytime she fell, but to no avail. In each time she stumbled upon the groud, Jake would be by her side in less than 5 seconds. He couldn't bear to see her cry like that! And yes, maybe Y/n was the most sensible one for not running everytime and assessing the situation first because she honestly knew that falling in grass didn't hurt much, but he couldn't help himself. His dad had never been there for him, but now it was his turn to be there for his daughter when she fell. Even if it meant being scolded by his wife later on. At least he knew he was Addie's favourite for those things, and that she would always go to daddy when she got hurt.
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★ Not-so-professional professional stylist ★
Addie liked her dad for some things, but she would always go to her mom for others. Like getting her hair done. Jake had tried to learn how to do Y/n's hair a few times during their relationship, but given he had failed the times he had tried, he decided to let the hair department to Y/n. Actually, scratch that. He had done it because, you know, he was a nice husband and father and wanted her wife and daughter to hame some quality ttime together. Yeah, that sounds quite nicer.
But some days, Y/n left earlier, and if she didn't have time to do Addie's hair, Jake had to do it. Those days, Addie's hairstyles where much simpler than the ones that Y/n did, and the girl never complained. But Jake knew she was a bit sadder when she didn't have her mom to do her hair with the braids and other thingies Y/n did to her and that she liked so much. And, being the amazing dad he wanted to be, Jake decided that he was going to learn how to do those things for her.
He started learnign when Addie was on kindergarten, practising on Y/n's hair, who was equally excited about the idea and taught him how to do the hairstyles she did to Addie while letting him do them on her hair. Jake learnt the ones that Addie liked the most, and the practised every night. When his daughter was in elementary school, he was pretty good at them. So, one of the days that Y/n had left earlier, Jake decided to try one of them on Addie.
'Hey, princess?' he called her while she was brushing her teeth. She was so grown up that he foud it hard to believe he had held her in her arms on her first ever day on earth. Cool, cool cool cool. 'Yes?' she answered, rinsing her teeth. 'Can I try a new hairdo on you today?' he asked, while Addie turned around to see him. 'Why?' she asked, trying to figure out if her dad was about to turn her hair blue. 'Well, because your mom has taught me a few and I want to try one out' he explained, hoping she would trust him. 'Okay' the girl decided after a few minutes of thinking it through. He was about to hug her when she spoke again 'BUT if you turn my hair any funky colour I'm telling mom' she said. Jake smiled fondly while hugging her, relizing how much she spoke liker her mom. 'Please don't, she would ground me' he joked, letting Addie go. 'Yeah, she better, I can't go around with pink hair or something, Aunt Ames would have a heart attack' she said while sitting on the chair Y/n used to do her hair. Jake laughed a bit. She definitely also have part of his personality on her.
After 20 minutes of carfeully doing his daughter's hair, Jake stepped back to look at it. It looked exactly like the aroud 2000 times he had tried it on Y/n's hair. But the judge wasn't him; it was Addie. 'You can go look now if you want' Jake told her, nervous. Nervous. He was nervous about the opinion of a 9 year old. When had he become like that. Addie walked slowly to the mirror with her eyes close, and then opened one of them, tensed about what she could find. But then she opened both of them when realization starting hitting her. 'Do you like it?' he asked her, smiling a bit. 'Dad, it's like the ones mom does on me!' she giggled, turning a bit o look at it from behind. She then hugged her dad tightly, overjoyed 'Thanks for learning how to do this, dad' she spoke softly. Okay, definitely worth it.
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★ Playtime ★
There were many things that Jake wasn't precisely a fan of as a girl dad. But there were some other that he strangely liked, and one of them was playing with her daughter and her dolls.
The dolls were impeccable for aroud 2 months, but then Addie started playing right with them, as Jake said, and the dolls would end up painted, half-bald and with interchanged clothes. Y/n tried to convince her daughter to take more care of the dolls, but to no avail. And Jake couldn't care less about the state of the dolls. What amazed him was the stories her daughter would make up with them. No soap opera could compete with the dramatic storylines of Addie.
One of the times when Jake arrived from a case happy, he sat to play with her, being ready to try to assimilate the far-fetched stories her kid made up. And oh, my, it was probably the best story he had ever heard. And mini Shakespeare was aroud 5 at the time. Jake had the best daughter ever.
'Hi Ads' he greeted her. Addie looked up to see her dad sitting with her. 'Daddy!' she exclaimed, having been so engrossed on the dolls that she hadn't realized her dad was with her. She hugged him and the sat on his laps, between his crossed legs, like she did with everyone in that position. 'So, tell me, what are you playing to?' he asked, interested in what could the story be this time. 'Do you want me to tell you the story?' she asked excitedly, with eyes shining with emotion. 'Of course!' Jake answered, and she got up from his lap to show him the characters of her story. 'This' she said, taking a blonde Barbie on her hand 'is Lady. This' she took a red haired Barbie 'is Rosa' she said. 'Like Aunt Rosa?' Jake asked. 'Exactly!' Addie said, even though Jake knew she named her toys after everyone she knew because she could never remebmer more names. 'And this is Carlos' she showed Jake a dark haired Ken. 'Carlos?' he asked, pretty sure they didn't know a Carlos. 'Mom told me the name, it's a driver or something and mom says my Ken looks like him' she shrugged her shoulders and Jake focused on the doll until he realized his wife had put Carlos to the doll after Carlos Sainz. Goddamit, that guy was everywhere if Y/n was aroud. 'Is there any more characters in the story?' Jake asked, knowing his daughter always forgot one or two. 'Oh, yeah!' she said, taking another Ken 'This is Paolo, he's Carlos brother'. 'Paolo?' he asked. 'From Friends. dad!' maybe they shouldn't let her watch so much TV, she was learning things. 'Come on, tell me the story' Jake invited her. And so the story began.
Apparently Lady and Rosa had been friends for like, forever, but then Lady met Carlos. And Rosa was like, totally ok with it, but actually, SHE WAS NOT OKAY WITH IT (shock) because she had liked Carlos for way longer, like 2 months or so. So Rosa planned on stealing Carlos from Lady, but on like a bar or something where she was with Lady and Carlos she met Paolo and they were like totally in love and they kissed! (oh my god they kissed!) So the four of them were happy together and they even moved together, but one day Rosa came late from work and foud Lady, Carlos and Paolo having a sleepover without her! Can you believe it? (how dare they) So obviously she was like super sad so she left, and Paolo left the country because he was like SO in love with Rosa and didn't want to be with anynone else so he left to Italy and became the Pope. (Can you just become the Pope?) And then Rosa killed Lady and Carlos for having a sleepover and not telling her and she also left to go live in Mexico because she liked the beach. The end.
Jake was doumbfounded. That had took a dark twist. But Addie had a big smile on her face like she had told him that she had had pizza for dinner, so her dad just patted her in the head a bit scared, and got up from the floor to go to talk to his wife. 'Did Addie tell you what her dolls are up to lately?' he asked Y/n, who was on the couch reading Vogue. 'She told you the Lady-Rosa-Carlos-Paolo thing?' she asked, not even looking up at him. Jake dropped on the couch, still shocked. 'And you are like, ok with it?' he asked. She dropped the magazine to a side and look at him. 'Of course not, I have already told her something' Her husband sighed. 'Oh, good, what did you tell her?' he asked, wanting to be on the same page about what to tell her. 'That Carlos would NEVER have a sleepover with someone behind other people's back!' she said, like what her daughter had done had been the most offensive thing ever. Jake looked at her and then they both started laughing, with Addie looking confused at them from the other side of the living room. Jake should most definitely tell his coworkers not to talk about cases around her anymore, she was starting to pick things up.
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★ The end of an era ★
'I just can't believe you're going to high school next week!' Jake exclaimed, watching his daughter get ready to leave. 'Dad, you gotta assume I'm 14 and I'm starting to leave the nest, you should talk to someone about this' she said, with the quick humour she had learnt in the last years. 'Your mom is a therapist, I have already talked to her about this and she says that this is a total normal reaction to a child advancing on school level' he retorted. 'Mom is also facing the change, maybe you should talk to someon ELSE' she got back at him, putting her hair in a braid that now she knew how to do alone. 'Yeah, but your mom is completely objective and would never lie to me' he said again. 'Dad' she said, turning away from the mirror to look at him 'mom also tells you that she doesn't hate Die Hard, maybe you should reconsider if what she tells you is always the truth' she clapped back. Damn she was good. 'Okay' he admitted his defeat. 'But I'm still kinda sad about you going to high school'. Addie sighed, and made her way out of the bathroom, taking her dad by the wrist and taking him to the couch, where she sat him and she went to sat on the armchair that was nearer to the couch.
'So, tell me, why is it that you are so scared about me going to high school?' she asked him, reclining back on the armchair. Jake looked at her with a surprised expression 'Are you therapizing me or something?' he asked. 'Yep' her daughter confirmed, gesturing him with the hand to start talking. Jake sighed, knowing that her daughter was smart and if he didn't tell her what what on his mind, she would eventually figure it out... ot she would ask her mom to ask him. 'I...' he started, not knowing where to begin 'I'm scared to see you leave. I know high school is not such a big deal and your'e not going to college yet or anything, but it's the last step. We don't do much things together anymore, and I'm realizing I can't stop time or make it go slower, and I definitely can't go back to do your hair or play with your dolls or running after you when you started to walk. And maybe we grow more distant the years you have left here, and the you'll leave for Standford, which is quite far away from here, and you'll move to the West Coast for a job and then we'll only see you on Christmas and you'll only call your mom and we'll never be you and me anymore, you know?' he told her. It was weird having to tell his own daughter all those things, but he knew it was for the best. When he stopped looking to the floor, he realized Addie had glossy eyes. He inmediately went to her and hugged her tightly. Some things never change.
When they let go of each other, the girl was the first one in talking 'Dad, I didn't know you felt like I never do things with you' she said. Jake smiled softly and wiped the tears from his daughter's face. 'I never told you, Ads' he said. She composed herself again and spoke 'Let's have a movie night every week' she proposed 'we choose a movie each week and we watch it, the both of us. It can be our thing!' she said, excitedly. Jake nodded. 'Of course, princess' he agreed, hugging her again. 'I love you, dad' he heard through the hug. 'I love you too, Ads' he answered her. She was still part of him.
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Fine Line, pt 2
part of the Look Away universe
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Pairing: married!sugar daddy!Jake x AFAB!reader (no use of Y/N)
Summary: you and Jake take your relationship to the next level.
Special thanks to my beloved friend and editor @formationlaps - you make me look like a much better writer than I am; @blue-aconite and @imjess-themess for going through this and making sure it didn't suck as much as I thought it did.
Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI. Oral sex (f receiving), protected vaginal sex, Jake is the new king of consent, Jake’s dirty mouth, pet names, praise kink (if you squint). Also, did I borrow a piece of dialogue from The Proposal? You bet your ass I did.
As a reminder, Jake is married in this AU, and it’s not to the reader. I personally do not condone any sort of cheating, so if this is not your cup of tea, please skip this fic/series. Let's normalize not engaging with content that makes us uncomfortable.
Word count: 4.1K and I regret nothing.
I know it's not the right thing
and I know it's not a good thing
but kinda I want to
(nine inch nails)
Jake is gnawing the inside of his cheek, hands in his pockets, his gaze lost in the distance.
“Thank you, Jake”, you say softly, over the faint sounds of speeding cars and faraway sirens. Damn, if this is where it ends, at least you need to let him know that it meant something. “You may not have realized this, but your terrible jokes really kept me going all those nights.”
You both chuckle, and he shakes his head. You reach out to touch him, your hand cupping his cheek, his soft beard rustling in your palm.
“Seriously. You were kind and generous and funny, and you didn’t even know me. So, thank you - for being there for me when you didn’t have to be.”
His eyes flutter shut and he places a hand on top of yours, sliding them together until your fingers are brushing his mouth, and he places a kiss over your knuckles, his lips lingering on your skin.
A stubborn tear rolls down your cheek and you blame everything - Amy, your college, the strawberry daiquiris, everything but the fact that your heart is shattering into a million painful pieces for the man in front of you. This charming, attentive man who’s saved you in more ways than one tonight, who is about to slip through your fingers.
He promptly swipes the tear away, his other hand still holding onto yours. He caresses your face gently, thumb running down your cheek, your jaw... your lips.
You sigh.
“I’m sorry, I... I can’t let you go, I just can’t”, he mutters.
You shut your eyes forcefully, willing yourself not to listen to his words, not to listen to the way your heart is thumping against your chest, not to feel the rush that’s going through your head.
“You can tell me now, darlin’, right now. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, but I will need you to tell me.”
Your jaw clenches and you inhale sharply, getting ready to speak, because this can’t happen, it can’t. Even though he told you it’s not what you think, you can feel his wedding ring against your fingers as you’re still holding hands, what are you supposed to think?
And yet, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. The words get caught in your throat, stifled by the all-consuming need to just be with him, in any capacity.
To be his.
It’s a simple enough thought. But it crosses your mind fiercely like thunder, seizing your brain, taking hold of your conscience with a grip so tight that you can’t reason. You can only feel.
You feel him squeezing your hand lightly, as if he is nudging you for an answer.
You feel him stepping closer, his warmth and scent washing over you in waves.
You feel like giving in.
And then it happens. Jake cradles your face in his hands and finds your lips already parted for him when he leans down to kiss you. There’s no uncertainty or hesitation this time. He delights in the little sound you made when he let his tongue slide over yours so he does it again, the corners of his lips turning into a smile when you whimper into his mouth.
You’re on your tiptoes, hands curled around his arms for balance when you break for air, but Jake’s not wasting any time. He slides a hand to the back of your head and tugs lightly on your hair, just enough so that he can get access to your neck once more, where he licks and nips and you gasp, eyes blinking open but unable to focus on anything.
“Need you darlin’”, he growls, the rasp of his voice sending a shiver down your spine, straight to your heated core.
“Here?”, you pant, incredulous. Your mind may be clouded, but you’re still acutely aware that the risk of you two getting caught in that back alley is high.
“No, no”, he peels himself off you and exhales deeply, running a hand through his hair. “We could... we could go to one of the hotels”.
After some internal debating, you had finally caved in and googled him after that business meeting he had at the restaurant. While you weren’t surprised to find out he was rich, you were not expecting him to be the sole heir to a hotel mogul, which put everything in perspective for you. You did resist browsing through images, although it was really tempting - you didn’t want to risk seeing a picture of him with his wife. What you don’t know, won’t hurt... right?
“Okay”, you whisper.
What happens next is a blur. You’re typing your number on Jake’s phone, he’s giving you the hotel address. Jake is driving by the alley and handing you a blank badge through the passenger window before speeding away. You’re in your car, deafening music blasting through the speakers to drown out your noisy thoughts. He’s sending you a message with the room number. You’re praying that the badge works at the service entrance (it does), praying that nobody talks to you as you pass by the service areas inside the hotel (they don’t).
You feel like you should be able to relax when the elevator doors close, but the silence weighs on you, allowing the commotion in your head to spiral out of control, chewing on your resolve. You consider pressing the lobby floor button and leaving - you just don’t want to be in this situation. Having to sneak into places. Trying to move around like you don’t exist. The risk of getting caught looming over you the entire time. Being - you shudder - the other woman.
It’s not what you think.
The doors open before you can make a decision, and your feet are suddenly carrying you down the hall, surrendering to the chain of events that brought you here, to room 1500.
You fish the badge out of your pocket and swipe it over the reader. A green light appears, you turn the knob and slip in one motion, leaning on the door as it closes behind you, trying to reign in your heartbeat to an acceptable level.
He’s calling your name.
You breathe deeply and adjust your backpack over your shoulder before venturing further into the suite. There’s a living room that’s probably the size of your entire apartment, and then there he is, standing by the balcony doors. His jacket is thrown over a chair and he’s rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt.
Jake walks towards you, his sudden proximity making you very aware of the way your t-shirt is clinging to your skin, sweaty from work, and the anxiety-inducing scheme that led you to this moment.
“Do you, uh... do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Not at all darlin’, go right ahead. This way”, he says, pointing to his left.
You hop into a deliciously hot shower, and you’d stay there for hours if it wasn’t for the man who’s waiting for you right outside. And yes, you always bring a change of clothes to work, but you don’t feel like wearing them. So you settle for a pair of plain white cotton panties (because they’re the only ones you have - far from what you’d wanted Jake to see you in the first time), and a luxurious, fluffy bathrobe that you’re considering shoving into your backpack before you leave.
Jake is sitting on the edge of the bed when you get out of the bathroom. He has already kicked off his shoes and socks. He extends an arm and you take a few steps before placing your hand in his. He pulls you in gently until you’re slotted between his legs.
“Hey, beautiful”, he says, glancing up at you with the gentlest smile on his face, and if you could physically melt, you would.
“Hey, handsome.”
His hands move down to toy with the sash that’s tied around your waist, and you instinctively hold them in place, shifting your eyes to the beautiful wallpaper that decorates the wall in front of you. You know what happens next. It’s another line you shouldn’t cross, and you know you’ve already crossed so many, but this one stands on its own. There’s no coming back from it.
“What’s on your mind, darlin’?”, he asks, hands breaking free from yours, fingers sliding under the sash again.
You chuckle.
“I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“How about this”, he rasps, tugging lightly at the fabric to bring you closer, “close your eyes.”
You peer down at him and you’re met with a look you haven’t seen before. His eyes, usually so bright green, are dark and hooded. Pleading. His hands glide around your waist and rest on the curve of your ass, yours come to rest on his shoulders.
“If you want to stop, at any moment, all you have to do is say it, and we stop. Please, tell me you understand.”
“I understand”, you acknowledge, eyelids fluttering shut.
“Good girl.”
He glances briefly at your hand when your fingertips dig slightly into his shirt.
“Now, I want you to focus on my voice. Can you do that?”
You nod, feeling your heartbeat picking up.
“I’m going to undo this knot. Is that okay?”
You swallow hard and nod again.
“Need to hear it, darlin’.”
“Yes.”
You feel the bathrobe becoming looser; still, it doesn’t feel like anything is showing yet.
“Can I touch you, baby?”
“Please, yes”, you whisper, scolding yourself for sounding so desperate, but you’ve been yearning for him for weeks and there’s no reason to deny it, no reason to delay this any further. He slides his hands under the collar of the bathrobe, pushes it off your shoulders, and your sizzling skin is met with cool air. You can’t help it when your arms move up to cover your upper body.
“No, no”, he chides, hands grabbing yours to move them out of the way and you feel your cheeks burning. “My God, look at you, angel.”
“What did you call-”
“Angel”, he says, reaching out to wrap his hands around your bare waist, the warmth of his touch setting your nerves on fire. “You don’t like it?”
“I do, yes”, you breathe, eyes closing again, fingers carding through his hair.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful”, he whispers, his hands sliding up your ribcage. “I couldn’t help thinking about what I’d find underneath those black clothes, but this... this is better than anything I could have imagined. So perfect”, he continues, fingers tracing the outside of your breasts, and you freeze, mouth hanging open when his thumbs graze your nipples.
“You like that, baby?”, he asks, and you feel his breath right on your skin just before his tongue laves over your nipple and you shudder under his touch, your heart pounding. He’s flicking and sucking and teasing the other one with his fingers, then he switches over and continues his sweet attack, the fabric of your underwear now clinging to you, and you’re so lost in the moment that you don’t see it coming - the way he snakes his arms around you, spins you around and you tumble onto the plush bed.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt, and you prop yourself up on your forearms, your eyes following his deft fingers as they work on the buttons all the way down until Jake is shaking the shirt off his shoulders, and you have to bite back a smile because the view is breathtaking. Arms, chest, and abs, all carved to perfection. Your eyes are following the v-shaped line that starts below his waist. At the same time, he moves to undo his belt and pants and push them down his legs, leaving him in only black boxers, tight around his thighs.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t give you much more time to admire his body before he climbs on the bed, sitting between your legs, eyes moving to where there’s surely a damp spot on your panties.
His fingertips trail down the inside of your thigh, and you fall back onto the mattress.
“I’m going to take these off, okay?”, he asks, fingers hooking on the sides of your underwear, and you breathe out something that sounds like yes, your legs closing as soon as he peels the fabric off your skin, but he won’t have it. He spreads them open, exposing you to him and all you can do is grasp at the sheets, eyes on the ceiling.
“Angel... your pussy is so pretty, fuck. You’re dripping. I can’t wait to taste you, can I taste you? Please?”
“Yes, Jake, yes, yes you can.”
You scoot up on the bed until you’re resting on a pile of soft pillows and he follows you, lying on his stomach, his breath fawning over your core.
Nothing could have prepared you, really, for the first swipe of his tongue, flat and warm against your slit. A hushed moan leaves your lips and you squirm away from him, afraid that you’ll come embarrassingly soon.
“Stay still”, he commands just before swirling his tongue slowly through your folds, and your body shifts again. Firm hands grasp your hips, holding you in place.
“I said… stay... still”, he says, raising his voice just a bit, enough to elicit a whimper as his fingers dig into your flesh. He dives in again, kissing your pussy a few times before sucking gently on your clit and you cry out, hands flying to the top of his head.
“Oh, so that’s how you like it, darlin’ ?”, he chuckles, the vibration of his rough voice against your core is almost too much for you to bear. “Let’s try that again.”
He does it once more, humming in approval when you tug on his blonde strands, and he laps languidly at you for a little longer before pulling away, resting his head on your thigh. You loosen your hold on him for a moment, just until you feel his fingertip tracing down your slit, and then he slips a finger into you.
“Fuck”, he mutters, shaking his head. “So hot, angel. Do you feel this?”, he asks, adding one more finger, sliding in and out of you with ease.
He is asking you as if you could answer. Words have turned into a scrambled mess of sounds, and any remaining thoughts vanish for good when his lips are back on your clit, tongue circling with just the right amount of pressure, fingers fucking into you steadily and it’s building and tightening and you’re gasping for air.
“Are you coming for me, angel?”, he pleads into your wet skin, “God, I can’t wait to feel it, you’re so good for me, so good baby, let go darlin’, please”. One more expert twirl of his fingers and sweep of his tongue and you shatter, whimpering as he brings you down gently from your high, peppering gentle kisses on your thigh, fingers slowing down to a stop.
But you don’t want him to stop, you don’t want him to slow down, you just want him, all of him. So you reach your hands down to his neck, his shoulders, wherever you can find purchase and you grasp, urging him upwards, come here come here come here.
He obliges, crawling on top of you until his face is not even an inch apart from yours, and you curl one hand on his neck to bring him down for a kiss. Your taste on his lips has you moaning into his kiss, your other hand sliding down the hard planes of his chest and abs, to the waistband of his boxers.
“I need you, Jake, please”, you whimper.
“You got me, baby”, he replies, running a hand softly up your arm.
“No, no, I need you inside me, now.”
“I don’t...”, he starts, and rolls off to your side. “I don’t have... protection. I didn’t even realize that we may need it until I was already here.”
You spring up from the mattress.
“Where are you going?”, he asks, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
You rummage through your backpack and return to the bedroom as fast as you can, with a tin foil packet in hand. It’s a good thing, you think, that he doesn’t have any condoms on him, or hasn’t even thought about it - it’s a sign that he doesn’t do this often, if at all.
“Prepared”, he states with a smirk, standing up. “I like it. Get on the bed”, he orders, snatching the packet from your hand, and you scramble back to the pillows, just in time to see him stepping out of his boxers.
A hushed fuck escapes your lips before you can stop it, the sight of him rolling the condom down his length has you hypnotized.
He climbs back onto the bed and between your legs, forearms resting on either side of your head, caging you in. When your eyes meet his, there’s something there - a twinkle, a sparkle, whatever you want to call it - that wasn’t there before, and it makes your heart swell so much, you swear it’s going to explode.
You’re fucked.
Jake ducks his head down and places the softest kiss on your forehead, one hand moving down to rest on your hip.
“Are you ready for me, darlin’?”
“Yes.”
He lines himself up and your arms wrap around him when his head presses against your entrance. He moves slowly, the stretch of him burning deliciously through you until he’s fully seated. Surprisingly, there’s still a semblance of consciousness in you, which forces you to capture this moment as best as you can,so you gaze at him, taking in the way his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his jaw clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line. You look down at where your bodies are connected and close your eyes, soaking in the feeling of having him inside you, above you, around you, with you.
“Shit, I need to move, angel.”
You nod, he moves, and you groan. Smoothly and slowly, in and out, the drag of his cock along your walls making you flutter around him, and he lets out a deep breath before speeding up a little.
“Fuck, you’re pulling me in, you feel so fucking good.”
You wrap your legs around his waist and his pace changes to shorter and deeper thrusts, his angle changes so that there’s friction on your clit with each move, your head pushes further into the pillows and he takes the opportunity to devour your neck again. One particular motion nudges the exact right spot, pushes a loud gasp out of you and you immediately cover your mouth with your hand. He promptly undoes that.
“We have the entire fucking floor to ourselves, don’t you dare get shy on me”, he rasps, voice rough and loaded with lust, and he has you seeing stars with a few powerful thrusts before slowing down until he stills. You squirm and you buck and you grind, in a frenzied, mindless chase after him and his touch, and it takes a minute before you realize he’s pulled away a bit, and he’s now watching you with a smirk on his lips.
You also realize pretty quickly that you’re not beneath begging when it comes to him.
“Please baby, please, I need you, I’m so close baby”, the words tumble out of your mouth in a rush as you run your legs up the back of his thighs, hands roaming over his back. It isn’t until you feel him twitching inside of you that you realize what you’d called him. Oh, you’re going to double down on it.
“Jake”, you call him, pulling him closer to an unhurried, borderline indecent kiss, a large hand gripping the back of your neck. “Let me feel you, baby”, you whisper over his lips, and he dips his head to the crook of your neck and grunts.
“You’re going to be the death of me”, he mumbles, resuming his cadence and covering you completely with his body, enveloping you in his scent and his presence.
“Fuck”, you whisper when he wraps one arm around your midsection, the other arm bringing your thigh up to his waist and he’s nudging that sweet spot again, turning your every nerve into livewire, your fingertips digging into the skin of his shoulders.
“Don’t- don’t stop”, you plead, too far gone to be ashamed when all you can see and feel is him and it’s all you ever wanted and so much more.
“You’re squeezing me so good, darlin’, I can’t- fuck. Are you going to be a good girl for me and come on my cock?”
His words set everything ablaze and you give in to the flames, back arching, hips rolling and asking for more and Jake drives and drives into you with unwavering strength until you’re shattering, a strangled cry filling the air.
“My good girl, that’s it, I got you angel, give it all to me, I want all of it”, he coos while you ride your high, and he’s pursuing his own. A few more thrusts and he stills with a groan, shuddering as he comes, you’re still pulsing around him with aftershocks, like a fire settling down to the last embers.
“You good?”, he asks, tilting his head to look at you.
You chuckle, completely blissed out. “Hell yeah, I’m good.”
Jake braces himself on one forearm, his other hand reaching for yours until your fingers are intertwined and he does it again - brings your hands to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles.
“I’m gonna pull out, okay?”
You nod and he slips out of you and out of the bed, making his way to the bathroom. Everything around you is too comfy and warm and you’re not getting up anytime soon. After a minute or two, he comes back with a damp hand towel and sits beside you.
“Let me get you cleaned up, darlin’.”
While you had your legs spread wide open for him just now, what he’s doing now feels strangely more intimate - but not in a weird way. It feels right. You thank him after he’s done, and he returns after having discarded the towel somewhere you didn’t bother paying attention to, and putting his boxers back on.
He gets comfortable on his back, one arm behind his head, and pulls you closer to him. You drape a leg over his and rest your head and hand on his chest, eyes fluttering shut, and you both share a long, comfortable silence before he asks-
“How much is it - your student loans?”
You pause for a moment, and remember that earlier that night, you had joked about paying off your college debt with his tips.
“About 26k. Why?”
He’s gnawing on his cheek again when you peer up at him.
“I could pay that off, you know. Like, tomorrow.”
You sigh deeply, head resting on his chest again, feeling his fingertips ghosting up your arm. The prospect of waking up tomorrow being debt-free is almost too good to be true, but it just doesn’t feel right. “I know you could, Jake, but no. I can figure this out on my own.”
“You can do a lot of things on your own, darlin’, I don’t doubt that. But I want you to know that you don’t have to. Not anymore.”
“What would that mean, though? I don’t want to be...”, you trail off and his fingers stop.
“Be what?”
“Your... sugar baby. Ugh, I can’t even say it without feeling sick. I mean, I’m not here for your money. Shit, I didn’t even realize how rich you were until last week.”
“I’m not rich, my parents are rich.”
“That’s something only rich people say.”
“And while you are my baby, you are not my sugar baby. Jesus, that would make me a sugar daddy and I am not old enough to be one.”
“Well, that’s debatable”, you jest.
He hooks a finger under your chin and tilts your head up.
“Either way, I would never put you in that position. You wouldn’t owe me anything, ever, be it money or sex. I’d be doing it because I can, and I want to. No strings attached. How does that sound?”, he asks, squeezing your arm slightly.
You lower your eyes. You were never good at accepting help from others without feeling like a burden, and this time is no different.
“Let me take care of it, angel. Let me take care of you.”
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