𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤 - jake lockley x reader
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moon knight spring '24 bingo prompt + progress || 'bruise'
summary || in which jake gets a little jealous
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warnings || fluff/smutty, but no sex
jake didn't take fares between 5 to 6 p.m.
he'd postpone his break so late, just to ensure he was always on time to pick her up from work. it annoyed him enough that he couldn't also drop her off, but the smattering of kisses that she'd pepper over his nose and lips before he left early for work made up for some - not all - of the worried thoughts he had of her commuting to work on her crowded subway train.
she finished work everyday at 5:00 on the dot, not hesitating with goodbyes and salutations, knowing who was waiting outside her building, just for her.
he stood outside his cab, hand on the passenger door handle to let her when as she usually bounded out of work, a beam on her face when she saw him. he checked the time, a cigarette almost half-smoked between his bare fingers - he wasn't getting his leather gloves ashy.
5:15.
what was taking her so long?
he hated having to wait for his girl: seeing her face after driving around the city - a somewhat lonely profession - was the best part of his day.
he slumped his shoulders, leaning against the car door, as he peered over the dark, but lively street. it was a row of offices, and other people were also clocking out. bored, he watched the gray cloud of smoke from his mouth, trying to distinguish it from the puffs of his warm breath showing up in the chilly air.
5:20.
5:25.
5:30.
he was starting to get concerned.
finally, after an eternity of waiting - see: 35 minutes - his face relaxes when he sees her hurriedly walking out of her work. immediately after, his brow furrows, at the sight of the man following behind her, a big, stupid smile on his face, mouth moving a mile a minute.
she looks up, noticing jake, and her face breaks into a look of pure relief, finally, a pep in her step as she nears her boyfriend. before she can greet him though, the guy behind her grabs her shoulder, whipping her back around.
jake's eyes widen at the little fucker's audacity.
he's saying some bullshit, holding onto her shoulder so can't turn back to jake, and the steam coming out of his ears leads him to only hear:
"... come out for a drink with me... really pretty... love to take you out-"
it's more than enough.
he calls her name, voice stern, but not to her. never to her. she whipped her head around, not turning as she mumbles a weak goodbye to the man, finally completing the short distance to jake.
she kisses his cheek quickly in greeting,before waiting for him to open the door, but he pulls her a little closer by the waist, pressing her body against his.
"let me kiss you properly, mi amor. i haven't seen you all day." her cheeks heat. he literally never does this, waiting to properly express his love after they got home.
"he's still looking?" she guesses, and his lips quirk in a smile, as he presses his lips to her soft, slightly parted ones, revelling in how she sinks into the comfort of his warmth.
"like a kicked puppy." he murmurs into her lips, and she giggles, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before pulling away.
"baby, open the door, i'm cold." she whines, and jake obliges her, pulling open the car door so she can sit back against the warm interior and crisp leather that he worked hard to maintain.
she only spares a glance at the other man. he's looking away.
"so, who was that?"
it had taken a couple hours, as well as the both of them reclining to the warmth of the couch - takeout clutched in their hands and a sitcom on the t.v. - for jake to finally ask the question nagging at the back of his mind.
she groans softly, hoping he'd forgotten. a silly wish.
"no one, jake." she murmurs quickly, to his immediate dissatisfaction.
"nuh-uh, amor, you have to give me more than that. he put his hands on you!" he said it like it was some inexcusable crime, and it made her giggle.
"he's just..." she sighs, chewing on her bite, "he's the new guy, y'know?" jake's eyes narrow.
"how long has he-"
"don't ask." she interrupts, knowing he'll be more upset if he found out the new guy's antics had occurred before. jake scowls, and she rolls her eyes, turning in the couch to better face him.
"jake~" she says his name softly, in a sing-song voice, prying the food from his hands and placing them on the coffee table. she cups his cheeks, running her fingers over his hair - messed up by that flat cap he always wore - and the little stubble on his face that he'd begun growing out when she professed she wanted to see him with a beard. she climbs slowly into his lap, guiding his arms to rest on the curve of her hips, "jake?" she finally asks again, as she's settled in.
"yes, mi amor?" his voice is gruff, as he lazily looks up at her. he's not shocked by her movements, happy to have her so close, but is still evidently stingy about the new guy.
"remind me, who did i go home with today?" she asks, rhetorically. jake rolls his eyes as he looks up at her.
"me, amor, but-"
"and who am i most excited to see whenever i leave work?"
"also me, but-"
"and who is the only person who gets to touch every part of me?" her voice drops to a whisper, guiding his warm fingertips under her shirt, to the skin of her midriff.
"me." he breathes out.
"you...?" she prompts.
"only me." satisfied with his answer, she leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips, cupping his scratchy cheeks, and giggling she he squeezes her hips.
"and who do i love?" she whispers, when she breaks away for air.
"i hate when you talk to me like a child." he chides, changing the subject, and it makes her giggle.
"wrong answer, try again." he raises a brow of challenge, before pulling her closer, and then standing up, his palms splayed under and cupping her thighs so he could carry her into their bedroom. she squeaks in shock, clinging onto him, "what're you doing?!"
"showing you why you love me."
falling unceremoniously on the bed, she lets out a small 'oof!', but its cut short by the way his mouth captures hers in a hungry kiss.
"someone's needy," she teases, when he breaks away, but it's cut off my a small moan, as his tongue travels down the length of her jaw, to her neck.
"i'll beat the shit out of him if he touches you again." jake grumbles into her skin.
"are you kidding? he obviously knows i have a boyfriend, he's leaving me alone." jake's head emerges from where he's kissing at her neck.
"hmm..." he looks contemplative, "maybe... he could do with a little reminder."
she's unsure what he's planning, but his devilish grin tips her off that it's going to be an idea she might chastise him for. indeed, it is.
his head sinks back down. finding the flesh of her neck, and rolling it gently between his teeth, before clamping a little harder, and sucking. so enamored by the sensation of the slight pain laved by the tingles of his warm tongue, she doesn't realize what he's doing for a moment.
"jake!" she squeaks when she realizes, "you can't - can't mark me!" his laugh is gruff against her skin.
"why not?" without waiting for an answer, his teeth nip at the skin under her collarbone. she gasps at the feeling, trying to tug at his hair to dissuade him - to no avail.
"oh, baby, it's such a pain in the ass to cover them-"
"then don't." the curt response renders her speechless for a moment, enough time for his teeth to sink into the flesh of her shoulder.
"you want him to see..." he laughs.
"that sure took you a moment, amor." seeing as she doesn't meaningfully try to stop him, he continues his work, teeth sinking into as much of the expanse of her neck and chest as he could reach.
they're blue and purple the next morning. she looked like she'd been attacked by something. her eyes quite literally bugged out of her head at the sight.
groaning, she reaches for her makeup bag. jake peeks his head into the bathroom, immediately taking the bag from her hands.
"jake-?" her brows furrow in confusion, but she's cut off by how his other arm wraps around her waist, looking at her in the mirror to see all the bruises smattered over her skin. she reaches blindly to take back her makeup, but he evades her hands, "jake, i need to do my makeup!" she whines softly, making her laugh and kiss her cheek.
"you're gonna cover them up." she scoffs.
"of course i'm gonna cover them up, i look like i was in an mma fight with a raccoon!" he shakes his head.
"no, you look like you had fantastic, animalistic sex with your boyfriend." she cringes a little, laughing.
"and why do my poor coworkers have to know that?" he deadpans.
"as long as your newbie knows." he murmurs, a little bitter, as a finger goes to trace the bruises.
"are we seriously still on that?" she turns to face him, kissing his cheek, "i thought i told you he's just annoys me a little." she assures.
"oh, trust me, amor. he won't from now on."
he didn't let her put her makeup on - even for her face, not trusting her to not start covering up those beautiful marks. instead, with the time she saved in between waking up and eating breakfast, he pulled her back to bed, kissing over each and every bruise, as their coffee water heated.
"you know i love you, right, jake?" she murmurs softly into his forehead, kissing his hairline.
"of course, mi amor. i love you, too." 'she's being so sweet, isn't she?' he thinks.
"can you tell me where you hid my makeup bag?" he snorts, shushing her with a kiss to the lips.
"fat chance."
he's waiting outside her work again, squishing his cigarette under the toe of his shoes as he sees her walking out. with no fucking newbie chasing after her.
"how was work?" he asks, as she presses her daily greeting kiss on his cheek.
"good." she answered, a big smile on her face, as he slowly opens the passenger door. before she sits down, though, he gestures to her neck and chest.
"show me." he instructs, and she laughs, pulling off her scarf to show that the bruises were still well-pronounced. it makes him smirk, as he nods appreciatively, sitting down.
as he peels away, he glances at her, noticing her happy attitude.
"so, did newbie bother you? should i say 'i told you so'?" he teases, and it makes her a little embarrassed.
"i... no, he didn't bother me." he grins.
"tell me more, come on."
"he... looked horrified, if i'm being honest." she giggles.
"good." his response was curt, but his smug smile spoke 1000 words. as he stopped at a red light, he leans over to peck her lips.
"so, should i say it?" she smiles, indulging him.
"go on."
"i told you so."
