Please 🙏 I saw you were taking requests. I’m killing for a Jake x Reader angst! I’m thinking almost the locker room type scene from RE6 but arguing over hiding who his father is and maybe getting a little smutty when the tension finally snaps? 🫠
Summary: Jake finds out who his daddy is, he also finds out you and Sherry knew all along. To say he was hurt was an understatement, so argument ensues then sex ensues. Simple.
Warning(s)/Tags: Oral (F! receiving), anal fingering (F! receiving), lowkey inspired by VanillaMace, kinda sensitive reader, light angst, daddy issues (jake receiving), public sex? Kinda? You two are definitely not in a good spot to be cracking.
Author's Note: I LOVE JAKE MULLER SO MUCH BRUH, him, Chris, and Piers, I need those three exponentially.
You should’ve seen this coming, really you should have. He was going to find out about his father sooner or later and it appeared it was going to be the former. You just wished he hadn’t decided to press you in the middle of a locker room behind enemy lines. You also wished he’d let you get dressed properly (the sheet shirt was NOT cutting it).
“Did you know?” He asked, staring you down with those icy blue eyes. He looked.. Hurt almost? You couldn’t tell, not with your adrenaline still pumping from breaking out of containment.
You hesitated for a good long moment, but he just kept staring. “Yeah, I did.” You murmured,
Jake scoffed bitterly, taking a few steps back and refusing to look at you. He looked at the door then back at you, “And you just weren’t going to tell me?”
“It didn’t feel necessary.” You said,
“Didn’t feel-” Jake cut himself off, rubbing his face as he let out a sound that was a mix of a chuckle and a groan - the type of sound you make when you couldn’t believe the audacity of someone, “Didn’t feel necessary?” His voice turned ice-cold,
You nodded, it was the best excuse you had.
“All my life I thought my father was just some deadbeat who walked out on us,” Jake’s voice was shaking but he was as still as a snake before lashing out, “No, no, turns out he’s some nutjob who wanted to destroy the entire world!” He turned away from you, sitting down on a bench.
“You shut the hell up!” Jake snapped, really snapped at you. It was the first time you heard him talk to you that way, sure you had heard him yell and get angry with other people, but at you? It was almost like being thrown into a meat grinder emotionally.
“Did Sherry know?” Jake asked, refusing to look at you.
“She…” You hesitated, “She’s the one who-” Your voice cracked, “Who told me.”
Jake looked up at you the moment he heard your voice crack, “Are you fucking crying?” He said it as if he was offended,
You dabbed at your eyes just to find it was true. “I-I-”
Suddenly you were pinned against the locker and Jake’s hand was cupping your chin, “You don’t have a right to fucking cry, sweetheart,” Jake snarled low like a predator, “I’m the one who was lied to. Not you.”
He was right. You didn’t have a right to tears, not when you’d been lying to him for the past six months and you knew there was no apology he would take, not right now.
“What?” Jake snapped, “What the hell do you got to say now?”
“You’re nothing like him.”
That seemed to actually take him off guard, his grip loosened and he looked at you like a wounded animal. “And how would you know that?” He said, his voice shaking once again.
“Because…” You paused, trying to think of the best words to say, “You aren’t trying to destroy the world, you’re trying to save it. If you were half the man Albert was, you wouldn’t have agreed to this.”
No words, no talking, just him staring at you and you staring back.
You recoiled back instinctively at the sudden contact with a small noise but he followed you against the locker. You were too surprised to do much of anything as he dipped his head to your neck, pressing warm, wet kisses against it.
Before you knew it, your hands were settled on his shoulders and you were making the smallest noises as he lavished attention to your collarbone, sucking a faint mark into it.
“Jake, what’re you-?” Your voice was breathless, your hand cupping the back of his head.
“Shh, just let me have you, baby.” Jake’s voice was still shaking, but now there was a not-too-subtle note of want in it.
You oughta hit him, push him away, remind him that you two still needed to find Sherry,
Instead you grabbed his head and pressed your lips against his. And he groaned, hands swooping under you to hoist you up and soon enough your legs were propped over his arms.
The new position allowed your pussy, which was only covered by a pair of flimsy, cloth underwear, to grind against him. Your breath stuttered in your throat and Jake responded by grinding his hips into yours.
He felt big, and was only getting bigger by the second.
You had to see it, why shouldn’t you?
You reached down between the two of you to try and grab his drawstring but he growled at you like an animal correcting another.
“No, not yet.” Jake said as he set you back down onto the floor much to your displeasure,
“What?” You practically whined at him and he shushed you,
“I’m not fucking you here, baby, not happening.”
Oh so now he wanted to use common sense? Right when you were now riled up and wanting nothing more than him to fucking rearrange your guts.
You didn’t get a chance to complain though as Jake dropped down to his knees, “But I will get a taste before we go find Sherry.” he said,
Before you could think about anything, you felt his warm mouth press against your clothed pussy and the reaction you had was pitiful to say the least. You let out a small moan, your hand reaching down to push at his head as you grinded into his tongue that was now prodding at your clit underneath the fabric.
“Mm, you sendin’ mixed signals here, babe,” Jake grunted, his hand grabbing your wrist, stopping you from pushing him away. “You makin’ all those fuckin’ noises but-” He paused to get another lick in, “You pushin’ at my head like you don’t want my tongue on this pretty pussy.”
Your breaths were heavy, “Jake, please,” You whined, “Stop teasing me.”
Jake chuckled, “No patience, hm?” He said, “Lift your legs, baby.” With your help, he took off the flimsy piece of fabric that covered you from his gaze, “This what they gave you to cover up?” He said, looking up at you.
“Suddenly I feel like I hit the jackpot with my sweatpants.” He teased, but all that teasing went out the window as he looked at the prize before him.
“Fuck..”
He said it so shakily as if he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on you, you were almost embarrassed by how wet that one little word made you.
Jake paid it no mind though, grabbing one leg of yours to get it to rest on his shoulder. Both of his hands went to your ass, cupping the globes and pulling them apart just as he dipped his head in.
But instead of licking, he fucking sniffed - a big whiff.
To say you were mortified would’ve been an understatement, “Jake!” You said hushedly,
He didn’t respond to you though as his tongue lapped at your slickness, he closed his eyes as if that was going to help him concentrate on making you cum on his tongue.
Your head lolled back, hitting the locker with a loud clang, a small, strained moan leaving your lips as Jake worked you over.
“Jake,” You gasped his name, a low and silent prayer.
“That’s it, sweetheart, say my fuckin’ name,” Jake growled, sucking your clit into his mouth.
Fuck, he ate so damn messy. You didn’t look down, but you could hear the mess he was making of your pussy. Soon enough, you were chanting his name in a breathless voice,
“J-Just like that,” You moaned, feeling him keep up the pace he had going.
Soon enough, you were cumming and you were cumming hard, practically shaking to the point he was scared you were going to fall. One of his hands were on your sternum, keeping you upright, wait where was the other hand?
White exploded behind your vision as you felt a finger slip inside, your pussy, nope. Your backdoor.
You had never tried anal before, it just didn’t seem like something you’d be into, but right now? All you wanted was Jake.
“Jake, Jake!” Your sobs were loud and Jake had half a thought to muffle you given you two were behind enemy lines, but he had a lot more of his brain cells yelling at him to see you through this orgasm.
Finally, you went limp, barely able to stand on your legs and shaking like a foal learning to walk. Jake pressed a few kisses to the skin around your slit, lapping up his handiwork before he finally pulled back.
His hands didn’t leave you, not for a second. Both were now settled on your waist as he watched you come back down.
“There she is,” He said, his hand moving to rest on your chest to rub circles into. You were too out of it to notice him turning his gaze to the door frequently, just making sure your noises hadn’t brought company.
Those were your first words when you came back to earth.
Jake chuckled, a noise that helped bring you back to reality. “That’s a good girl.” He said, “You alright? Thought I lost you for a second.”
“Uh uh,” Jake said, “I need words, baby.”
“Mhm, ‘m okay.” You said, words still a bit loose given you just had the best orgasm of your life.
“Good,” Jake said, “Now let’s go find Sherry and get the hell out of here,” He looked away for a brief second before he turned back to you, “Oh and sweetheart?”
“Don’t ever lie to me again.”
