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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years

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DIRTY TALK

Pairing | jake riley x reader

Warnings | dirt talk, smut, sexual inference

Word count | 2359

Summary | You're Katie's sister and when she has an awful migraine you offer to take the kids on the hospital field trip. Once you get there the hospital goes into lockdown and you meet Jake Riley. After a few days you two grow close, spending most of your free time sat in the tiled hallway talking. One thing leads to another and suddenly you end up talking about your sex lives.

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You sat with your back resting against the cold tiled wall, head tilted back and your knees bought up to your chest. Your elbows rested on your knees, your fingers running through your hair. Jake sat in a similar position on the opposite wall, but he was leaning slightly forward with his forearms balancing on his knees. You both laughed as he bought up relationships.

"I don't think I've ever had a good one." You remarked with a laugh.

"I don't think I've ever had one at all." He responded, laughing even more. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. He sighed and carried on, "it's all one night stands. I find commitment...difficult." He admitted, ducking his head. You chucked and pressed him on.

"So how many girls are we talking about here?" You said, playfully raising your brows. He sighed, rolling his eyes and looking away.

"At least 50." He said so quietly, it was barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You said, leaning forwards slightly, a playful smirk on your face.

"I said at least 50." He repeated, throwing his arms up in defeat.

"50!" You exclaimed, shocked. You both laughed and he went red. He kept his eyes down, avoiding eye contact. "So what makes all the ladies swoon over you?" You ask playfully. Before he gets a chance to answer you continue. "His award-winning smile? His totally toned muscles? Oh wait, I know! It's the cuffs, isn't it? All the girls just waiting for a chance to be dominated by Officer Sex Riley." You both laughed and he shot you a smirk.

"Oh are they know? And you know this because...?" He winked at you and your cheeks turned crimson, you put your hands over your face to cover the blush. "Y/n, is there something you're not telling me? Is it you who wishes to be dominated by - what did you call me? Oh yeah - Officer Sex Riley?" He didn't stop smirking, his expression triumphant. You slowly looked up and looked straight into his eyes, deciding to play along - but secretly, there was no playing. You'd liked Jake from almost the moment you saw him.

"And what if I did?" You challenge, a smirk creeping onto your lips. Jake leant forward even more, his eyes igniting with a new kind of fire. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, looking you up and down twice, before looking straight into your eyes. You bit your lip, eyes holding his.

"If you keep looking at me like that you're going to find out." He said, lust consuming his voice. You kept eye contact, a smile tugging the corners of your lips. You looked away, deciding to test him. You looked down at your lap, examining your nails for a second before looking back up at him, noticing he'd inched slightly closer.

"Hey! 4-6 feet at all times, please." You said playfully, your smirk reappearing. He rolled his eyes and sat back against the wall again. He decided to mimic you, look down at his hands and examining his nails too. He didn't look up once while he spoke:

"Oh well. I guess you'll never know what my lips feel like exploring yours, my fingers trailing down your body, my tongue-" you cut him off by throwing your shoe at him. He looked up at you, grinning ear-to-ear. "Your loss, sweetheart. I'm great in bed - or at least, so I'm told." His grin stayed there, making him look innocent. You rolled your eyes.

"And what, do you think, makes you so great in bed, may I ask?" You challenge again. He looks down and back up again.

"Wouldn't you like to know." He winks at you.

"I would, actually. I think I need convincing in this matter." You grinned at him, eyes sparkling with wonder. Suddenly his features changed, his eyes turning a few shades darker. He leant forwards again - as much as he could.

"Oh sweetheart. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." He smirked. You raised your eyebrow challengingly. He smiled and leant back against the wall. "How about we play a game." He looked amused, clearly excited for what he was planning.

"Oh? A game?" You play along.

"I tell you exactly what I would do to you right now, if this whole virus thing wasn't happening, and you have to try to not get wet." He smirked. You scoffed, making it seem as if it would be easy.

"Oh you're on." You say, trying to sound bored. Your head snapped up as he continued,

"And, if you try to touch yourself, you own me a free shower viewing of you giving me a show." He said with a wink.

"And what do I get out of this?" You quirk a brow.

"If you don't get wet, you get the exact same from me - I mean, if you want." He added the last part quickly, as if he'd forgotten it. You smirked.

"Sound wonderful. Let's get on with this then." You say cockily. He clears his throat, about to begin.

"I'd back you up against the wall, pushing my front into your back and gathering your hands there. I'd cuff you, keeping you from touching me. I'd push you into the wall, my erection pressing into your ass. I'd lean down and whisper in your ear, 'are you gonna be a good girl for me, sweetheart?'" He paused to let me give my response.

"Yes, Officer Riley." I said smirking. He raised a brow but continued in his low, brooding, sexy voice.

"I'd push my knee between your legs, spreading them. I'd keep you pressed into the wall - cheek flat against it - with my hips and chest, while hands would begin to explore. I'd trail my fingers and and down your arms before brushing away the hair on your neck. I'd lean down and press a few sloppy kisses to it, teasingly. Suddenly I'd start to nip and suck, leaving pretty marks all over your neck and shoulder. When I'd run out of room I'd rip your shirt and bra off, leaving them on the floor somewhere. Meanwhile, My hands would trace your hips, running over your ass and thighs. I'd trail my fingertips up your inner thighs, eventually reaching the waistband of your jeans. I'd flick the buttons open and dip my hand into your panties." You took a shaky breath at the thought of his hands all over you, his lips kissing your exposed skin.

"I'd graze your clit with my fingers, reaching the other hand up and flicking your nipples until they hardened. I'd slip my fingers lower, brushing them through your folds and spreading around and collecting your arousal. I'd pull them out and shove my fingers in your mouth, letting you clean them off. While you did that I'd tug your jeans and panties down, letting them pool at your feet. Once my fingers were nice and wet, I'd bring them back to your clit and I'd start rubbing slow circles on it. As you'd start moaning I'd demand you say my name. Without warning, I'd use my other hand and slip a finger into your slick cunt, pushing in to the knuckle and slowly pulling out to the tip - before repeating over and over, making you feel every ridge. Once you were nice and wet I'd add another finger, starting to pump faster and harder. While doing this I'd keep drawing circles on your clit, keeping them in time with each other." You quietly groaned at the thought of Jake fingering you, knowing your panties were probably soaked through already. When you agreed to this game you probably overestimated your self-control. He continued on:

"Once you began shaking I'd add a third finger, stretching out your tight walls. I'd begin curling my fingers to hit your spot, every time I thrusted doing this. I'd bring you to your orgasm and wouldn't stop, letting you ride it out. I'd pull my fingers out and spin you around roughly, so your back was to the wall. I'd kiss down your neck, chest - stopping for a moment to roll your nipples between my fingers, nipping and tugging them with my teeth - and back down your torso, until I was on my knees in-front of you, eye level with your glistening core. I'd look up at you and keep eye contact as I'd lean forward, kitten licking your clit. As you squirmed I'd insert two fingers into your aching core and begin thrusting, fast. As I did this and envelope your clit in my mouth, sucking, nibbling, tugging it out with my teeth." You had closed your eyes without realising, beginning to trail you hands into you jeans and panties, rubbing soft circles on your clit. Jake noticed and kept going, enjoying watching you as he spoke.

"As you'd orgasm a second time, I'd clean every drop of your cum, before standing up and spinning you round again, pulling your ass into me so you're slightly bent over. I'd undo my trousers and let them and my boxers fall to my feet. I'd stroke myself with one hand, using the other to rub over the curve of your ass. When you least expected it I'd bring my hand down onto you ass hard, leaving a red mark. I'd run my top up and down your slit, pushing it in ever so slightly and pulling back out until I had you begging me for more. All of a sudden I would ram my dick into you, all at once, and start pounding into you. I'd wrap a hand around your throat and pull you back into me, using the other to slap your ass or rub your clit. I'd whisper dirty things in your ear as I fucked you senseless, pulling my cock out to the tip and thrusting the whole way in, making you feel every inch."

"What would you whisper?" You interrupt. Jake licked his lips at the sight of you as you pushed a finger into your core.

"I'd whisper things like, 'such a tight cunt, sweetheart' 'do you like my big cock in your tight pussy?' 'Do you like that?' 'Cum for me, make a mess of my cock'." You moaned at the thought.

"As you reached a mind-shattering third orgasm I'd let you hide your high, before pulling you and grabbing a fist-full if your hair - forcing you into your knees in-front of me. And push my cock into your mouth, making you take it all the way and holding you there, before pulling you away and letting you breath fro a second. I'd repeat this a few times before holding your head still and fucking that pretty little mouth of yours until I came, making you swallow every drop of my cum." You moaned out, another finger in your core now and you could feel the knot tightening.

"Once I'm done I'd pull you back to see my cum dripping down your chin, tears leaking from your gag reflex." He smirked as your face contorted, a string of profanities leaving your lips.

"FUck Jake!" You screamed as you came, your orgasm ripping through you. You opened your eyes to see Jake grinning.

"I win." Was all he said, his eye-sight shifting down to your core, where your panties were soaked through with your cum and juices. You had discarded your jeans - thankfully - leaving you in your underwear and t-shirt. "Do me a favour and suck your fingers clean, sweetheart." Jake said seductively. You put your soaked fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean of your juices, moaning around them at your taste. Jake looked at you, mesmerised. You never broke eye-contact with him the whole time. "How you manage to have that innocent look in your eyes while you do something so dirty, I have no idea." He remarked smugly. "God what I'd give to taste you right now." He mused to himself.

"We should get back. You've got a room full of kids upstairs." He said, chucking you your jeans. You nodded and pulled your jeans on, trying to walk but shaking slightly. Jake laughed. "Or maybe we should wait a while until you regain your strength." You nodded, stumbling forward and grabbing his arm. He leant down to your ear and whispered, "After I was finished with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand." You gulped and sunk back to the floor, resuming your original position with Jake sat in-front of you. "So, when do I get my shower?" He asked playfully.

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An hour later you were sat on your bed, opposite Quentin and telling him stories about his mum when you were both younger. Jake walked into the doorway and leant against it, arms folded across his chest. He had on his black shirt and pants, already having discarded most of his uniform.

He smiled at your exaggerated hand gestures as you told the little boy about the time you and Katie decided to go and find a toad in the garden, but both fell down a ditch and she got out but left you, still determined to find the toad. You looked around and gave Jake a smile.

He looked at you, smirking, and gave you a wink. You blushed and looked away, hearing his footsteps as he walked over to his bed next yours and sat down.

"So, what are you two crazy kids talking about?" He shit her another wink.

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