#jake lockely/reader smut

[az-cain]

So Into You

jake lockely x reader ≈ 4.3k words masterlist here

the beginning of this is based loosely on the song of the same name by the atlanta rhythm section, very groovy. pretty much, y/n goes to a bar looking to get laid and gets exactly that. might be the best smut i’ve ever written, not beta read tho.

TW FOR: light drinking, mention of drugs/dealing, making out/kissing, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, PiV sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like them, wrap b4 u tap), hand on throat but not rlly choking

as always, lmk if i missed any warnings or have any spelling/grammar oopsies

This fic is NSFW, mature audiences only. Please continue at your own risk. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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The pub in central London was lit in neon shades of blue and pink, the scent of cigarette smoke and sex wafting through the air. The beer in front of you was watery and bitter, so you’d only taken one or two sips over the course of the last hour. You and your friends had no illusions- you wouldn’t be leaving here together. You’d been so fucking busy with work that the last time you’d gotten laid was over two months ago, so you’d put on your smallest black dress, the top hugging your breasts and the bottom hugging your ass. The two you’d come with had already left with two boys staring at them like they were the sun and stars.

You had your eye on a high-cheekboned man in a newsboy cap who’d walked in about a half an hour ago, now sitting on the other side of the bar nursing some cheap whiskey. His eyes were scanning the sleazy patrons, had been since he’d entered, so he was either here for a drug deal or the same reason as you. You guessed the second option, since you’d made eye contact a few minutes earlier and he’d winked at you while taking a sip of his drink.

His hand wrapped so easily around the thick glass, the veins and tendons surfacing with every movement. You’d have bet good money that they were dexterous and strong. You noticed him chewing something— what you hoped to be gum and not tobacco. After a little while watching him from afar, you got up from your seat with the drink you likely wouldn’t drink in hand, pulling your short dress down and placing yourself on the stool next to him. You set the bottle down and your left arm down right beside it, your feet propped up on the bottom bar of the stool and your right arm resting on your thigh.

“I’m (y/n).”

“Jake,” he said with a crooked smile.

“You from America?” He nodded, raising his right brow in question. “Let me buy you a drink, and we can talk about home. What are you drinking?”

“The most expensive whiskey they have, which also happens to be nearly the cheapest I’ve ever drank.” His heavy New York accent got you going, the sound of home heating you up almost embarrassingly quickly. You huff out a laugh, signaling the barkeep. He slipped the gum he was chewing between his front teeth for a moment, licking his lips. “Ain’t I meant to be the one buying your drink, hermosa?”

You rolled your eyes, “You can if you want, but I don’t give a shit. Didn’t look like you were gonna make any moves a minute ago.”

Both of his eyebrows shot up, his head cocking to the side as he scanned you up and down. “I was waiting. Life is nothing without foreplay.”

You blushed a bit at that, leaning back and tilting your head in a mirror of his. “You weren’t gonna do anything,” you called his bluff.

He leaned forward, now far closer to you, before signaling you to move closer as well. You obliged, tilting your body towards him and knocking knees with him lightly. “Trust me, I wasn’t going this night without talking to you at the very least. Couldn’t quit thinking about you, just couldn’t quite catch your eyes.” He scanned you up and down hungrily, stretching his gum over his tongue with a smile. “Trust me, I was gonna do something, muñequita.” Your face had turned red and your core had started aching, the pleasant tingle in your lower belly starting to become borderline uncomfortable.

“Such as?” You prompted, but the bartender arrived and you had to sit up. He asked what he could get you, and you ordered the man his whiskey before he cut in and ordered you something different— a strawberry daiquiri. The bartender scuttled away quickly, leaving you in your bubble once again. You didn’t even have the time to turn back to Jake before his lips were beside your ear.

“If you hadn’t come up to me, I’d have eventually gotten next to you, and this night would have preferably ended with you in my bed.” You turned to see him bite his lip, glancing down to your chest and changing how he was sitting slightly. Your eyes flicked down and back up, seeing a bulge in his pants. “Tonight could still end like that, you know.”

You hummed, looking at his lips, cast in blue from the lighting. “That’s the plan, now isn’t it?” Just then, the bartender returned with your drinks. You thanked him and took a sip of the daiquiri. You moaned quietly at the taste, drinking a bit more. He hissed, shifting in his seat. You knew what you’d done, watching him shift around and his bulge grow in size. When he met your eyes again, you smiled devilishly at him and laughed under your breath.

“Tú diablo, tonight is going to be fun.” He grinned back at you, shaking his head. “Don’t drink too much, I won’t fuck you if you can’t say yes.”

Immediately, you took one last sip and pushed the fruity drink away. Blood shot downwards, making you press your thighs together in anticipation. You leaned over your legs, his eyes moving down to your lips as your licked them and rubbed them together. He broke away momentarily to spit his gum into a napkin and place it beside his drink.

You watched as his head tilted and eyes closed, before your eyes shut too. His mouth hit yours, lips moving incredibly slowly. The light stubble over his cheeks and jaw burned your skin a little, but it was surprisingly pleasant. He tasted like watermelon and whiskey. One of his hands came up to the back of your neck, twining through your hair and pulling it lightly into his fist. You whined quietly as his lips slid against yours, nipping at your bottom one with his teeth and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together as you stood up, not breaking contact as you came to stand between his legs and rest your hands on his biceps. His tongue was rough against yours, the kiss speeding up into something more passionate while your hands balled into fists in his shirt. You pressed yourself into him, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as your chests pushed together. After a moment, you broke away with a gasp, a small string of fruit-and-whiskey-flavored spit linking you together for a few inches before you moved back a bit more. His eyes opened slowly, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his face broke into a grin. Your chests were both still heaving lightly when you sat again and called the bartender over.

“I’d like to pay my tab, please,” you said briskly, digging a 50 out of your purse and handing it to the man.

With a lower voice than before, Jake said, “Me too.” He echoed your actions with a glance at you. You knew your lips and cheeks were both likely pretty red from the blood.

The bartender left to print your receipts and fetch your change, and you tilted your body back to the man across from you. You looked over his body, noticing his sizable bulge now straining against his pants. You stood again, standing between his legs once again. His lips turned up to yours again and his arms wrapped around your back, but you pulled your face back, tutting lightly. He scooted forward on the stool, but you just tucked your head against his neck. You laid a light kiss against the juncture of his shoulder and neck, biting it lightly, to which he groaned low in his chest. The bartender returned, always with ill timing, so you just stuck your hand out for your change and receipt. Once it was set in your hand, you stuck it in your purse and cupped his jaw with the same hand. You laid your lips against his trap muscle in a different place, sucking just enough to leave a mark. His hands tightened, grinding his hips against yours as you both let out a moan. You could feel him hard as a rock against you through his now tight black jeans.

He snaked one hand up to your hair, pulling you up by it and placing a hard kiss against your lips before pulling back to whisper in your ear. “Let’s get out of here.” You nodded, stepping back to let him stand. He put the money on the counter into his pocket, stepped to your side, and laid a hand on your back, pushing you lightly to the exit. He stepped in front of you to hold the door and tug you to the sidewalk. The air was far cooler out there, your nipples peaking through your dress. You watched as his eyes trailed down your chest, landing on your breasts. He stepped closer, stripping off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders.

He leaned in after you’d slipped the tan bomber jacket on, warming up. His lips met yours and his arms wrapped around you again. You slid against his body, lips sliding quickly together between breaths. Your neck was craned up to meet him slightly, so he bent down a bit more and set his hand against the back of your head. He pushed against you, but remembered to stick a hand out for a cab. You felt him against your hip, and ground against him a bit. He hissed into your mouth, biting at your lip harshly as he rocked his hips against yours again. A cab pulled up next to you and you broke apart quickly, Jake stepping away and reaching out to hold the door so you could slide in. Once you’d gotten in, he slipped in beside you. “My apartment okay?” You nodded and he told the cabbie the address.

The grey-haired man in the driver’s seat nodded, turning his head to say “No shagging in my cab, got it?” quite sternly and wait for an affirmative response from both of you before slamming the little barrier between you. You looked at Jake with wide eyes, and he tilted his head forward in a mockery of a disappointed teacher before you both burst out into giddy laughter. You scooted closer to him, meeting his lips again and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

His nose nudged yours, moving down your jaw with light pecks before reaching your neck as his hands slipped around your waist. He laid kisses against the side of your throat, flicking occasionally with his tongue, and continued to move down to your exposed collarbone. He sucked a dark mark right onto the skin just above it, your breath coming heavily, intermixed with little whines, and your chest moving harshly as your fingers tugged at his dark curls. He moaned roughly against your skin from the pressure, nipping at you with his teeth. He removed his mouth from you, moving back up and brushing his rough, stubbly cheek against your soft one. “You make such pretty noises. Can’t wait to see what noises you make when I have my tongue inside you, muñequita.” He bumped his broad nose against yours as your core heated and tensed. “Bet you taste so good.”

Your lips had just met again when the car skidded to a halt. You pulled away quickly, wiping your mouth pointlessly as the driver opened the barrier and said that it was gonna be £27.50. You started to go for your money, but Jake grabbed your wrist with one hand and fetched his money with the other. He noticed as your breath hitched from the simple movement, licking his lips eagerly with a small smile before releasing you to count off £35. Once he’d handed the man his money and stuffed what remained back into his pocket, he shuffled out of the car and held the door for you once again. He wrapped his arm around you and let you through the entryway of his apartment and into the elevator to the second level, where you slipped your hand down and grabbed his ass. He groaned, smacking yours and laying a chaste kiss to your lips, before the doors opened and he had you go up the stairs behind him, ever the gentleman.

When you finally made it into his attic loft, you only had a moment to look around before his mouth was on your neck and his hands were on your ass, biting and massaging with a passion. You ground into his hips, spotting the bed and pushing him lightly towards it. He was still hard against you, maybe even harder, so once you reached his bed, you shoved him down onto it and climbed on top of him. You placed your clothed body directly above his hips, setting your full weight into grinding down onto him. He let out a cry, bucking into you and putting his hands on your hips. He smacked his head down onto the pillows for a moment to catch his breath before grabbing you and flipping you under him. Your heart and core pounded harder at the display of strength, his lips finding yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth easily. You moaned into him, wrapping your legs around him and grinding slowly against his hard cock. He pulled back, his mouth leaving yours, and you opened your eyes to find him staring down at you.

“Do you want this?” He asked, licking his lips. You nodded, grinding against him and trying to pull him back down. He groaned, pressing into you. “Words, muñeca.”

“God, yes, Jake. Just fuck me.” He smiled, leaning back down to suck your lower lip back into his mouth before pulling back again, this time to pull your dress over your head. As his fingers notched under the hem of the dress, you wriggled towards him, helping him get it off of you. The dress had come with cups already in it, so you were left with a small red thong and no bra. You felt him twitch against you as he looked down in awe, throwing the dress somewhere and bringing his hands down to your tits. He looked up at you for consent before twisting your nipples between his fingers, kneading the soft flesh in his large, rough hands. Immediately, you moaned loudly into the open room. He dropped his mouth to your right breast, moving that hand down to your hip to cup you through your panties, making you buck harshly against him. His tongue flicked at your nipple, alternating between biting lightly and sucking on it. He pressed his middle finger into you, rubbing over your center lightly while he switched breasts, his empty hand coming back to your other breast. He continued stroking your entrance over your panties as you panted below him. When he moved to your clit, you shouted his name, white-knuckling the plain bedsheets.

After a moment, he pulled back, pulling off his shirt and peeling off your soaked panties. He moved back, pulling you to the edge of the bed and propping your hips up with a thigh to allow him to put a pillow under them. You shut your thighs, somewhat self-conscious at him seeing you so openly.

He tutted, meeting your eyes while he pried them apart, licking his lips and grinning at what was laid out before him. Your lower lips were absolutely shining with how wet you were. He kneeled down, tugging you a bit farther forward and kissing along your thighs. His chin and cheeks burned where they touched you. He moved one hand up to grab yours where it lay on the bed, placing it into his hair where you gripped it hard. He continued to suck marks into your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you were aching for him. His hands returned to the inside of your thighs, pressing them apart to give him easier access. He pulled back, admiring his work.

“Prettiest pussy I ever seen, cariño.” He groaned, nuzzling your thigh with his nose. “Makes me so fuckin’ hard.” And with that, he put his mouth onto you. His tongue darted out from his mouth, flicking at your clit with some force as he shook his head side-to-side, making you cry out and clamp your thighs together around his head. The stubble on his jaw pricked at you harshly, his head still moving between your legs. You threw your head back against the pillow hard when his lips latched onto you and sucked, hard. You felt his tongue continue to move against you while he sucked on your clit. His lips stayed sealed around you for a moment before his head moved down slightly, nose now pressing against your bud as his tongue dipped into you. He started making loud, wet noises as he slurped at you, drawing everything he could into his mouth.

He moaned against you, muttering something in Spanish before sliding his tongue back into you. He rocked his head forward and back, pushing it in and out of you as quick as he could manage. Your hands curled harder into his hair, tugging hard as your abdomen crunched up and the pressure in your belly ratcheted higher and higher. Your legs crossed around the back of his neck, holding him against you. One of his hands moved away from where it was lightly rubbing the outside of your thigh, coming to the inside as his mouth moved back up to your clit, his head moving side-to-side again.

He slipped two fingers inside you easily, your slick pussy taking them without protest. You felt the edge come hurtling towards you as you shouted his name, his fingers curling inside your body quicker than you’d ever felt before. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, the lewd slurping noises he was making filling the room combined with the noises you were both making. “Fuck, Jake, I’m so close, please,” you started crying, rocking up against his tongue and fingers. He looked up at you, saying nothing, but placing his lips around your clit and sucking hard, tongue flicking it as his fingers drove up into you faster, curling harder.

Within seconds, you were screaming his name, your lower abdomen tensing and relaxing so hard it shoved his fingers out of you momentarily. He just shoved them right back in, moaning loudly against you as your slick ran down his arm onto his bed, trying to catch as much as he could with his tongue. He worked you through it, flicking your clit lazily with his tongue as your hips bucked lightly against him, until you pulled his head away by the hair. He groaned at that, licking his lips and hand before wiping his face and arm off with his discarded shirt.

He stripped himself of his pants, leaving his boxers on as he brought his face back to yours, laying gentle kisses against your lips. You could taste yourself on him, and it was one of the hottest things ever. Your orgasm had ripped clean through you, leaving you sated and boneless. The kisses turned slowly back into passionate, hard ones, and he started to grind against you through his boxers. You moaned loudly, getting turned back on, when his face dropped to your neck. He started sucking more marks into you, bruising the skin, and grinding harder into you. “Please, Jake. Need you in me,” you whimpered, trying in vain to pull down his boxers. He hummed so low in his chest it sounded like a growl as he bit your skin, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, before pulling off of you and tugging down his boxers.

His cock slapped against his belly, thick, red, and absolutely leaking. It wasn’t the longest you’d seen, but it wasn’t average either. It was so thick you were sure you wouldn’t be able to wrap a hand around it, and it was so red and swollen it looked ready to burst, the veins popping out all around it. You surged forward, taking him in your hand with a groan. He let out a strangled cry, lurching forward like you’d punched him in the gut as you ran your thumb over the very tip.

You stroked over it for only a moment more before he pushed your hand away and started to reach for the nightstand. You told him not to, that you were on birth control, even though you’d just met him. For some reason, you just needed him bare. He licked his lips with a smile and climbed back over you. “Are you ready for me, muñequita?” You nodded eagerly, moving your hips up in anticipation. He placed one hand beside your head and used the other to guide your legs over his hips and place himself into you. He was a tight fit, rocking slowly and rubbing your clit carefully as you hissed at the pinch. You were out of practice, and he was thicker than any you’d taken before. After a moment, he laid his lips onto yours, dipping his tongue into your mouth and slipping it against yours.

The discomfort subsided and you began to whine and rock your hips against his. He groaned like he was all out of air, kissing hard into your mouth as he pulled out slightly and slammed back into you. He swallowed your cries while he picked up a rhythm, slamming his hips into yours so hard you slid up the bed with every thrust. “Look so gorgeous, cariño, feel so fuckin’ tight around me.” He breathed heavily into your mouth, sharing air as he plowed into you. With each thrust, you moaned quietly, struggling to breathe. He reached down with both hands and leaned back, picking up your legs and placing them over his shoulders so he could have a better angle. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit with each thrust now, and you screamed his name as he started hitting that spot inside of you consistently, bringing you closer to that edge rapidly. You felt yourself clench around him, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. You whimpered, the stretch in your hamstrings increasing as he leaned forward to kiss you again, lips pressing harshly into yours. “Come for me, (y/n). Let go, cariño.”

As he commanded, you immediately reached your peak, clenching around him and thrashing on his bed, his cock still pounding into your g-spot. After a moment, he slowed down and pulled your legs off his shoulders. He pulled out of you, meeting your confused eyes before grabbing you by the shoulder and hip and flipping you harshly onto your stomach. He moved your knees forward and hips up with one knee, slipping back into you easily and picking his rhythm back up. The loud, wet smacking noise filled the room and mixed with the moans from the two of you. He wound one hand through your hair and the other was placed on your waist, pulling you up so he had access to your neck, which the hand that was in your hair came to rest on. The hand that he had around your waist moved down to your clit, drawing hard circles.

You could already feel yourself getting close again, so you whined and ground against his hand. “Fuuuuck, muñeca, gimme one more,” he moaned out, some parts punched out from the force of his thrusts. He rubbed your clit harder, hitting your g-spot harshly with every smack of your hips. You exploded again, screaming out his name as he bit your shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” He cried your name, trying to pull out, but you grabbed him by the back of the neck, holding him in you. He groaned loudly while the pulsing of your center sent him over the edge, clenching around him as he emptied into you. You felt the warm spurts of come fill you up, his hips slowing drastically as he rubbed your throat, letting you drop slowly back into his blankets before he pulled out of you, groaning at the sight of him leaking out of you. He dropped down one last time, scooping it out of you with his tongue, before you pulled your hips away and cried his name. “Too sensitive, please,” you muttered into the pillow, all fucked out. He chuckled behind you, flipping you over delicately.

“I’m gonna clean you up, one sec’.” He murmured, scanning your body before heading towards what you assumed to be the bathroom and emerging with a damp rag. He wiped his mouth and then between your legs, cleaning off the remnants he didn’t catch with his tongue. He left again to put the cloth in the hamper and grab you a cup of water, setting it on the nightstand by his bed. He laid down, leaving the amount of space between the two of you entirely up to you. You scooted beside him, curling into his side and laying your head on his chest.

The two of you laid there for what was probably only one or two minutes before you spoke. “You like steak?”

His head turned down to face you, nodding sleepily. “Why?”

“Dinner tomorrow night?”

He smiled, nodding again and pressing a light kiss to your lips. “A bit out of order, but I’d love to.” You felt sleep begin to tug on your eyelids, pulling you into its sweet embrace even while you were still in his. Soon after, you were passed out in his arms, and he was asleep holding you.

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