i love love love flyboy asks (but i admit i don’t get to them all…. that’s in me) entirely flyboy!jake coded.
also look at those arms 😵💫 i can’t even with him in this photo. that casual lean, hand behind his head. his legs..
reading this in the flyboy!era, but post part 6.
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“Geez Jake, manspread more why don’t you,” Emma says as she walks back to the area where your group, a small sub-group of the Seresin brood, has positioned themselves. She punctuates her barb at her brother by raising a foot to kick his shin lightly.
“Ouch,” he says in response without even a slight change in expression or movement.
“Uncle Jake, your legs,” the little voice that trails behind Emma protests, as Kyle follows after his mother, picking his way past the obstacle that is Jake’s unmoving legs to scramble his aay onto the sofa, arms and legs first, rolling his body up to wedge himself in between his Uncle Jake and father.
“You did just fine buddy,” Jake teases in response, winking down at his nephew as Liam, Emma’s husband and Kyle’s father ruffles his son’s hair.
“You could have moved your legs,” you muse, voice tinged with amusement as you take a step forward, having been trailing behind Kyle.
“I could have,” is what Jake responds, moving his hand from behind his head so that he is reaching out to you. You slip your hand into his, letting him tug you down gently into his lap. Once you’ve perched down onto his lip, and thigh, your legs knocking against his other knee, Jake lets his arm slip around your waist while raising the glass he is holding in his other hand to let you take a sip out of the straw of your drink he had been holding for you. “But then I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
“Have you become my own personal armchair,” you joke, “complete with a cupholder?”
“I’ll have you only sit on me for the rest of your life if I could,” Jake’s response is cheesy, sappy and with a tinge of innuendo and it makes the group around you, save for the children, groan in a mixture of disgust and horror.
“You’re the worst,” is what Emma helpfully supplies for the group as she balls up a paper napkin to toss it at her brother’s head.
“Your worst,” is what Jake says as he ignores Emma and tilts his head up towards you asking for a kiss, which you oblige. It promptly earns him another round of groans.
Three times Jake takes on the role of your knight in shining armour. Jake Seresin x reader - I’ve imagined this in the Flyboy!universe but you don’t have to read that to read this.
College Flyboy
“12 o clock,” Jake hears you mumble into his ear as you reach up to circle your hands around his neck. Jake’s hands drop around your waist instantly, almost like a reflex as he cuts off from the conversation which he was having with the group of his teammates. They are used to it by now, Jake being distracted and dropping everything for you, so they pay him no mind, picking up easily from where he had left off.
“What am I looking at,” you can detect a current of concern, laced with a hard edge, as Jake’s eyes fan out to the background behind you, scanning over the cluster of faces in the bar to his 12 o clock direction.
“Guy in the blue shirt,” you say, hands still curled around his neck, your body taking a small shuffle until you are pressed flushed against Jake’s chest, “couldn’t shake him so I told him I had to get back to my boyfriend. Pretend, please.”
Your tone has a desperate quality to it, a sign to Jake that the blue shirt chump had been aggressive, likely he had been slimy as well.
“I got you,” Jake’s voice is almost a growl, as he catches sight of the said offender who sees you in Jake’s arm but continues to approach. He looks to be about a similar age range, but doesn’t seem to be from the same college as you both. Jake takes in the red tinge blossoming over the stranger’s cheeks, the wild look in his slightly bloodshot eyes - definitely not sober.
The stranger stops just behind you and opens his mouth to speak but is immediately cut off by Jake who simultaneously holds you tighter but doesn’t bother turning because by hell is he going to even allow the man to touch a single hair on your head. He feels your hands curl around the collar of his shirt as you turn your head to rest your cheek against his shoulder, your lips just ghosting the side of his neck. He identifies your attempt to get closer to him, to get safe, while playing into the ruse.
“Fuck off,” Jake is blunt, to the point and loud. Loud enough that it makes his teammates drop their conversation to collectively take in the sight that is unfolding. They don’t move to back Jake up because they know he’s got this, but they find themselves observing in case he does need back up. It isn’t the first time they’ve seen this happen, Jake playing the role of doting boyfriend to ward of unwanted male attention.
“Just wanted to see if she really had the boyfriend she conveniently pulled out at the last minute.”
“Seen enough?” Jake responds cooly, his gaze not leaving the other man’s. His hold on you doesn’t falter. Jake turns his head just slightly, gaze unwavering as he lets his lips brush the side of your head in an outward display of affection.
“Alright man,” the stranger holds both hands of in defeat, shrugging before walking away with an unsteady gait. His teammates resume their conversation, amused smirks on their face.
Jake doesn’t let you go until he has disappeared from sight, woven back into the crowd.
“He’s gone,” he says with a squeeze to your waist, but Jake doesn’t let go of you; not even when you unfurl your arms from around his neck. It causes you to be standing, body still flush against Jake, your hands resting lightly on his chest.
“Thank you,” you say before pressing a soft kiss to Jake’s cheek, and he finds thinking for a fleeting moment what would happen if he moved his head to capture your lips with his.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” is what Jake says before he finally lets you go.
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Pre Flyboy
Jake hears it before he sees you. The uncomfortable fake laugh you throw out catches his attention one supermarket aisle away. It makes his brows furrow slightly and he turns on his heel to follow the sound of your voice, his search for cornstarch forgotten.
Jake’s eyes narrow as he catches sight of the problem - a man standing slightly too close to you, his gaze openly dropping down to the your ass which is clad in a pair of workout tights, tracing each of your curves.
“I know a fantastic coffee place near my apartment,” he leers openly, his gaze moving up your body to meet your eyes. Jake sees you attempting to inch away.
“Hey babe, I couldn’t find the cornstarch,” is what Jake says, loudly as he is beside you in a flash, his arm coming around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side, all while placing himself as a human barrier between you and what he’s termed in his head to now be the grocery store pervert.
He sees relief in your eyes as you tuck yourself further into his hold by sliding your arm around his middle before tucking a palm into his back pocket
“You can never find the cornstarch,” is what Jake hears you say with a laugh as you look at him through your lashes with a look thats bordering on smitten - staged, he knows, but it makes his heart skip a beat.
“Help me?” He says as he begins to steer you away by your shoulders, but not before shifting both your bodies so that he is now positioned behind you, his hand on the small of your back, shielding you from further unwanted attention.
Jake throws a glance behind his shoulder, his green eyes steely and swirling with anger. He catches the eye of the grocery store perv who, taking in the way Jake’s biceps bunch under the sleeve of his t-shirt, has turned a shade paler than before.
“Thank you,” is what you say with a visible shudder as you both round the corner.
“Anytime darlin,” Jake says, his hand still on the small of your back while leaning towards you to let his lips brush against the side of your hair.
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Post Flyboy
“Would you like to grab a coffee?”
“I don’t think so,” you say with a shake of your head and a polite smile.
“What about a drink another time?”
“I -,” you open your mouth to respond only to be cut off by a voice that carries your way. You turn to see Jake walking towards you, a coffee cup in each hand.
“Hey baby,” he says, too loudly, large smile on his face. Jake maintains the smile as he walks towards you, but you see his gaze dart fleetingly to the man beside you.
“Sorry,” you say, flashing the man a look. You don’t get a chance to see his reaction, or the moment he walks away because Jake reaches you, his lips meeting yours immediately in a kiss that borders on being just a bit too much for being in public on a Saturday morning.
“He was actually harmless,” you say when Jake finally pulls away from you. You let your eyes flicker open, face feeling slightly heated from the kiss.
“Mmm,” he hums, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead before handing you your coffee, “I quite like playing the role of knight in shining armour.”
once again, some (domestic) flyboy!jake because i miss them. can be read as a standalone but from the flyboy!universe.
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“Can I sleep with you tonight, pleaseeeee,” your daughter ends her request with a loud whine as she tunnels her way into your side, body burrowing further under the covers until only a mop of hair remains peeking out from the top.
You open your mouth to respond, but Jake beats you to it, his head peeking out from behind the sliding door separating your bathroom from your bedroom.
“You know the rules princess,” he says, voice slightly muffled but the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.
It makes your 6 year old sigh, as she springs up from hiding place.
“Just once,” she wails, her bottom lip sticking out, arms folded across her chest.
“No,” Jake calls out as you hear him rinse his mouth.
“That’s mean Dad,” she huffs out as she begins to scramble. You watch, an amused tilt on your lips as she frowns, body both scrambling and flailing around in anger as she manages to lower herself, feet first from your bed to the ground before running out of your room and into the hallway.
“Where’s she?” Jake asks as he emerges from the bathroom, shirtless, with only a pair of sweatpants on, the tips of his hair still damp from his shower.
“Ran back to her room,” you say, amusement painting your features as you tilt your head towards the bedroom door, “you know you could indulge her for once.”
“No,” Jake says as he walks over to your side of the bed. He shakes his head lightly, causing droplets of water to fall on your face. It makes you swat him lightly, the back of your hand coming into contact with his hip, “we let one in and it’ll never stop.”
Jake loved his children, but it was one of his hard rules. Fell asleep in your bed? He was happy to carry a child or two back to their room. Had a nightmare? He was happy to squeeze himself into the child bed until said child fell back asleep, but his bed - that was off limits, a sacred space of sorts if you would.
Jake bends at the waist to place his palms flat against the surface of the mattress, effectively confining you to the space between his arms. He kisses you on the lips; you can feel the dampness of his hair brushing against his forehead.
“I’ll put her to bed,” he says against your lips before pulling away.
“She has your attitude,” you say to which he makes a face.
“We’ll leave her with one of my sisters, can’t have two of us now can we?” He grins at you as he straightens up again.
It makes you chuckle and you roll your eyes at his humour. Jake winks at you before turning to make his way towards the door.
“You’re MEAN,” you hear the little holler from down the hallway and it makes you laugh.
“She does have my attitude,” Jake sighs, shaking his head with a glance back at you, “no, you’re mean,” he hollers back, tone light and amusement heavy in his voice as he makes his way into the hallway
You already know I was coming for you when I saw that kinktober post…
Fly!boy Jake and reader’s first Halloween married 👀
👀 can’t say I am mad about this, i also struggled with what i wanted to put down for flyboy!jake (because the options ate endless) but here we go.
this is the outfit i had in my mind (cliche but why the hell not) but maybe with smaller wings *for the below purposes* . for the boys - i imagine jake as denim jake, payback and coyote as moko dojo casa house ken (because neither wanted to let it go) rooster as beach ken, fanboy as roller skate ken, bob as cowboy ken (because lewis pullman)
since there was no specific kink, i’ve just ran with it: halloween, costumes, cim, p in v, use of “angel” / “good girl”, a little bit of teeth, slight innocence kink idk?
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“Emma wants to know if you have any preference on house,” Jake calls out to you as he taps away at his phone, the device buzzing incessantly from his sister’s barrage of messages.
“No, I’ll take whatever,” he hears your response float down the hallway from the master bedroom.
“Alright, you’re a Slytherin,” he says again, translating the messages being relayed to him via text into spoken word for you.
“Fine by me,” he hears amusement in your voice. Harry Potter - it was the chosen theme for the family Halloween costumes for the year, courtesy of his nieces and nephews who had recently developed a collective obsession with the books. You and Jake were flying back the next weekend to join the festivities which comprised of a family friend Halloween party hosted by Grandma Doris and the regular neighbourhood trick or treat with his nieces and nephews.
“Will we have wands?” Jake raises his gaze from his phone as he hears you come into view.
“You can have my wand baby,” the line is corny but drops from his lips involuntarily as Jake lets himself take you in, eyes darkening as they rake over your form.
“Too cliché?” You ask, walking towards Jake, brand new white strappy heels purchased for the occasion clicking against the floor of your apartment. You were basically dressed in little to nothing, a pair of figure hugging safety shorts covered by sheer white skirt on your waist, a sparkly bikini top white angel wings strapped onto your shoulders and a halo secured on your head with a hairband. It wasn’t your idea - but with the Dagger squad in town for the night for Annie’s Halloween party and each having been wrangled by Payback into dressing as different versions of Ken, you had been wrangled by Natasha into being the angel half of angel and devil with her.
“No,” is what Jake says as you come to a stop between his knees. He drops his phone only for his hands so slide up the sides of your legs, pushing beneath the sheer material.
“Jake,” you warn, your gaze darting to the clock on the wall.
“Hmm,” he simply hums, hands shifting to the outside of your knees, eyes holding yours.
“We’ll be late,” you caution, only for his palms to move along the back of your thighs.
“Mhm,” he hums again, tone non-committal as he tugs you done gently. His movement has the welcome effect of both your knees planting themselves on either side of Jake. He steadies you by allowing his hands to slide up to your hips as you brace yourself with your palms on his shoulders. You see Jake’s gaze dart down towards the hem of your skirt - your legs straddling him on either side having caused the material which has crinkled to shift up your thighs.
“We need to be out that door in five minutes.”
“I can be fast,” Jake’s hands shift up your body, palms sliding past your rib cage before his fingers hook deftly around the thin straps holding the bikini top up against your body.
“Jake,” you protest again, but your tone falters as he tugs at the strings with a sideward motion, exposing your already peaked nipples.
“Promise,” he says, gaze holding yours as he leans forward to swirl his tongue around a nipple. You make a sound of protest but your hands shift towards the back of his neck, hips sinking down to press yourself against his crotch, a movement which makes him grin almost wickedly as he bites down on your nipple, gentle enough not to cause pain and yet hard enough that it causes a soft moan to fall from your lips.
“You like that angel?“ Jake says, hands shift again, running themselves down your body and beneath your skirt where his fingers make quick work of hooking themselves into the band of your safety shorts only to tug the material downwards
“Yes,” you gasp out as Jake moves a hand between your legs, his fingers pushing past the flimsy white lace you have on.
“I can see that,” he says as he withdraws his hand, holding his index finger, which is glistening with your arousal. Jake raises his hand to your mouth, his finger pushing past your lips easily to let you taste yourself.
“On your feet,” Jake directs you verbally, but his hands are already guiding you off the couch, the safety shorts now dropping to fall around your ankles, constraining your movement.
“Face the windows for me baby.” Jake continues his direction, and you comply, body turning to face the windows that line the side of your apartment - tinted of course, from the outside, Jake had no problem showing you off but this part of you, he had no intents on sharing. It is dark enough outside that you can see yourself reflected in the glass, breasts hanging out of your top, cunt covered just by the sheer white skirt your underwear gone slightly awry, legs pressed together, the tiny pair of shorts pooled around your ankles just above your heels, angel wings still strapped to your back. You can hear the rustle of denim as Jake makes quick work of unbuttoning his jeans.
His hands are on you again in an instant, pulling your underwear to a side, fingers slicking themselves in your arousal while he draws a line along your slit. The contact makes you moan, and you meet Jake’s smirk in your mirrored reflection.
“Don’t see you protesting now,” he teases playfully only for you to grind yourself back onto his hand, an action that makes him growl lowly as he pushes a finger into you, prepping you for the stretch of him.
“You need to be faster,” you manage to say, voice breathy while conscious of the time. Jake leans forward, teeth nipping at your ear lobe, the corner of the set of your wings brushing against the side of his face. He adds another finger and you can feel him scissoring both fingers. Your body adjusts to him easily, and it doesn’t take long for the stretch to become a welcome sensation - something which becomes evident to Jake from the way your hips have started to push back onto his fingers.
“Good girl,” he mutters into your ear as he feels the slightly back and forth motion that your hips have started, “lean forward.”
You feel the loss of Jake’s fingers, but the loss is soon replaced by the length of him, sliding along your slit.
“Jake,” you whine, as he continues - the sensation is both welcome and torturous, having him so close but not yet in you.
“Yes angel?” He asks, almost innocently, his gaze never leaving yours in the reflection.
“Fuck me now,” you say, pushing your hips encouragingly back against him, “please.”
The desperation in your plea is all it takes to crumble the little resolve Jake has around you and you feel as he enters you in one swift motion, the initial burn from the stretch of him rushing through your body as your walls push against him. He gibes you a second to adjust before he begins to thrust, arms wrapping themselves around your body, holding you upright and flush against him. You reach a hand down as your legs move apart slightly to allow your fingers to rub at your own clit, the sensation complimentary to Jake’s actions.
“You look so innocent all in white,” he says into your ear, as he moves a hand up to pinch one of your nipples between his fingers before twisting the pebbled nub, which only causes you to moan wantonly, “but we both know you aren’t.”
“Harder,” you pant out as you arch your back in an attempt to push yourself further into him. The pace of your fingers have picked up, and Jake can feel you tightening around him, it’s quick, but after a year married, Jake has only gotten better at manipulating your body to pleasure.
“You going to cum for me angel?“ His thrusts grown harder, “going to cum all over my cock?”
“Yes,” your reply is barely a word as the pace of your fingers grow erratic. You can feel the coil in your belly tightening.
“Show me,” Jake’s finger finds your nipple, twisting again and it does you in. You cum with a cry, legs shaking as your body convulses against Jake. He grips you tighter, holding you firm against him as his hips continue to thrust, fucking you through your orgasm. He isn’t going to last much longer but is determined to let you ride out your own high before letting himself go to his.
“Want to cum in your mouth angel,” he says and you understand, dropping to your knees. Jake’s preferred place to cum is in you, but you both know it isn’t ideal given the face that you both really should leave soon, and the night ahead which you have. The sight of your does him in, on your knees, looking up at him with doe eyes that are glazed over on bliss from your early orgasm, breasts hanging out, sheer skirt hiked high on your hips, complete with the halo on your head and wings pinned to your back.
Your lips close around him as he cums, sucking gently as you feel the hot liquid on your tongue, as his hips stutter. You let him go with a pop before swallowing while Jake holds your gaze.
“You’re perfect,” he says, hand going down to cup the side of your jaw before helping you to your feet.
Flyboy!Jake you say??? You could write him going grocery shopping and I’d read it. Flyboy!Jake is my comfort character
he is mine as well!
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You both look quite the sight walking hand in hand into the grocery store dressed to the nines Jake is still in his suit from the earlier dinner you both were made to attend at the behest of his Grandmother, bowtie undone and hanging from his collar, you in a floor length dress, the silky material flowing along with your movement and heels clicking under you.
The night air is cool, but the inside of the near empty supermarket is even cooler and Jake sees you shiver as you enter through the sliding doors, the blast of air conditioning hitting you. He lets go of your hand almost instantaneously, shrugging off his jacket immediately to drape it over your shoulders. It earns him a smile as you find yourself holding onto the lapels of his jacket, pulling the garment which smells deliciously like him closer to you.
“You always look better in my clothes,” is what Jake mumbles against your skin as he leans forward to press a kiss against your temple.
“Suck up,” you counter with a light roll of your eyes, but with a smile still dancing on your lips.
“For as long as I live,” he says re-tangling his fingers with yours as he guides you to the aisle you both had come for.
“Which one will it be?” He asks while you both stand shoulder to shoulder, eyes roaming over the selection of chocolate before you.
“I think,” you hum out as you let your gaze filter through the shelves, “that one,” you point towards on of the upper shelves in the direction of your favourite brand of chocolate.
“Guessed as much,” Jake grins, as he takes a step forward to swipe a handful of chocolate bars, off the shelf.
“No,” you say quickly in chastise as you see Jake’s gaze dart towards the top of the shelf where you both can see the side of an entire carton of your selected brand of chocolate bars peeking down, “you are not getting the entire carton again.”
Jake Seresin would buy you the whole galaxy if you asked for it.
A flyboy!universe idea/drabble because of this scene. Set in flyboy, but can be read as a standalone - Jake Seresin x you ft. Seresin sibling squabbling.
This is just me clearing up and finishing off the one billion wips sitting in my drafts…. these are just moments tbh.
Wish you were here.
Jake shoots off the text to you, telling you for what seems to be the hundredth time in that day that he wishes you were here. He sticks his phone back in his pocket, but not before taking a glance at his lock screen - a photo of you from a recent weekend where you both had gone to a flower market to pick up some blooms for home and Jake had managed to snap a candid photo of you bending down with your nose to a bouquet of fresh stalks.
“I’m sick of you moping,” Jake’s sister, Emma says as she comes into view, Layla in her arms. Jake opens his arms for his niece to which he gets an immediate response of her attempting to wriggle out of her own mother’s hold and into his. It makes Emma roll her eyes and Jake grin.
“We like Uncle Jake better don’t we,” he chuckles as the little girl secures her place in his arms and lets her head drop comfortable on his shoulder with a giggle.
“After all I’ve done for these kids,” Emma sighs dramatically in jest as she reaches out to tickle Layla’s stomach which makes her squirm in Jake’s hold.
“I’m not moping,” Jake says as Layla wriggles further into his hold, returning to Emma’s original topic of conversation, “I just miss my wife”
“Not your wife yet,” Emma corrects, but teasingly. Jake had taken to call you his wife as the wedding grew nearer - something he had easily, and happily, fallen into.
“Your wife,” Layla’s head pops up as she pats her Uncle Jake on the cheek the ruffles of her white poofy dress rustling as she moves her hand.
“That’s right princess, my wife,” says Jake as he grabs hold of Layla’s tiny arm, blowing a row of raspberry kisses into it.
It makes Layla giggle in excitement, her previous statements forgotten as she squirms in Jake’s arms.
“Has the wedding come and gone?” The sound of your voice makes Jake’s head whip up and you find yourself staring into stunned green eyes.
“Turns out the problem was easily solved,” you explain as you step forward, first hugging Emma hello before reaching out to allow Layla, who has her arms out and reaching to you, to find her way into your arms.
“You’re pretty,” she says in child-like awe as she pats your cheek gently.
“Not as beautiful as you,” you say with a gasp, doing a twirl together with Layla in your arms which earns you a child like shriek of excitement. You return to your original position, matching grins on yours and Layla’s faces only to find two pairs of similarly green eyes watching you both. Your eyes meet Jake’s and you take in the wide smile he has on his face. You pass Layla off to Emma who, reading her brother, has extended her arms to coax her daughter back into her hold.
“Surprise,” you say as Jake pulls you close to him, the front of your body flush against his, your heads pulled away just enough so that you could look at each other. Jake’s hand is resting in the small of your back.
“I would have come get you from the airport.”
“Missing the point of a surprise,” you tease, placing a palm on his chest, your hand meeting a the linen blend suit jacket he has on.
“Best kind of surprise,” Jake says before leaning forward to press a kiss to the side of your head, “but I’ll always prefer having you back earlier.”
His words make your smiler wider as you hear a pretend gag from Emma.
“You’re disgusting,” she says, as affectionately as a sister can, to Jake, her and Layla watching as Jake presses another kiss to the side of your head, before shifting you both to face the two of them with you now tucked into his side, his hand on massaging small circles into your waist.
“You’re disgusting,” is what Jake retorts in a way only a younger brother can, no matter the age.
“Are my grandchildren squabbling again,” the familiar voice of Grandma Doris sounds out as she comes sweeping into view. She’s met by two defiant sets of “yes-es” from Jake and Emma but ignores them for you instead, taking your hands as she pulls you in for an embrace, swatting Jake’s hold on you away in the process, “you look lovely my dear.”
“I was afraid it would be too simple,” you say, almost bashfully.
“Nonsense,” Grandma Doris waves a hand in the air, dismissing your concerns, “you look perfect.”
“You do,” Jake agrees, he lets his grandmother have you for a second more, but he reaches forward, gently tugging you back towards him by your waist.
“Won’t even let his Grandmother win,” is what she says to you with a smile on her lips despite the exasperated shake of her head that follows along as she releases her hold on you.
“He’s impossible,” you say with a chuckle, but only slightly bashful as Jake secures you back against his side.
“I’m not letting her go for the rest of the evening,” he informs the group matter of factly to which both Seresin women roll their eyes.
“I’m sorry you have to put up with him,” Emma says to you.
“No, we’re sorry,” Grandma Doris echos, as the two women shake their heads.
“I’m not sorry,” is all Jake supplies cheerily before planting another kiss on the side of your head.
this has been in draft form for very long, now spurred on post-twisters (damn you glen powell) and the need to write my comfort characters to feel happy.
Inspired by this picture because hot damn (i also blame this on you @lostinthefandoms11) - jake seresin x you / set in the flyboy!universe but you can read this as a standalone
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“Where are you going dressed like a city boy?” the question from Grandma Doris makes Jake pause in his step, the set of keys he was swinging around his index finger jangling as he takes a few steps back, popping his head around the archway that leads into the large sitting room.
“To fetch my wife,” Jake says with a wide grin in his face, not bothering in the slightest to hide his glee.
“Must you take that beast you call a truck?” She continues with her questioning, gaze flickering with disdain to the keys that Jake is swill swinging around his index finger.
“Yes M’am,” Jake says his grin managing somehow to grow even wider, amusement trickling down his features at his Grandmother’s obvious distaste for his obnoxiously huge truck, modified excessively and to his fancy.
“Go,” she dismisses him with a sigh, before turning back to the book in her lap, knowing that her grandson was impossible to reason with.
“Love you,” Jake calls out before disappearing around the archway.
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You’re sitting in the back of Jake’s truck, perched on Jake’s lap with your knees straddling either side of him, a gentle breeze darting around both of you in the early evening sun, a soft throw spread out on the surface of the back of the truck. His hands are around your waist, anchoring you down, your hands resting, one on the side of his neck, the other hand loosely off the side of his face. You both have your eyes closed, lips, tongue and teeth moving against each other.
“You know,” Jake manages to say between kisses, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
You hum in response, not bothering to use words as you grind your hips not so subtly down into Jake’s lap. You are still dressed in your airport attire, tights with a loose t-shirt, and the thin layer affords you a delicious amount of friction.
“Fuck, baby,” your hips continue to grind down against Jake’s lap, and you feel his grip tighten against your waist.
“What do you mean you’ve always wanted to do this,” you find your voice against his lips, your fingers now moving to run themselves against the back of Jake’s head.
“I mean,” he says, pulling away, breaking the make out session you both had been engaged in like the pair of horny teenagers you both most certainly were too old to be, “I’ve considered what it would be like making out with you way too many times. Almost each time we’ve sat together in the back of a truck.”
Jake rests his forehead against yours, eyes flickering open to find yours. Both your chests are rising and falling, almost in a pant as you peer at him curiously through lids that are still heavy with lust.
“We’ve been in the back of a truck like this, parked out in a field loads of times.”
“Exactly,” you see Jake look at you, an amused smirk playing around his lips as he watches your thoughts and emotions flash across your face.
“Loads of times,” you echo again, and Jake surges up to kiss the side of your jaw.
“Exactly,” he repeats, his lips working their way to the space below your ear.
“This is Seresin owned land?” You ask your question as you tilt your neck, allowing Jake better access as his kisses now ghost downward the column of your neck. You knew the answer, given that Jake had hopped out of the truck to spin a combination of numbers into a heavy duty padlock which he unlocked before driving in.
“Yes,” you hear the question in his voice but he doesn’t stop his movements.
“Well,” you say, hands moving down to the button of his jeans, “shall we make a younger you very jealous?”
For VDay requests: maybe flyboy!Jake first Valentines with his girl? Or through the years maybe??
it is slightly after vday, but here we are! <3
flyboy!jake x female reader - you know i never turn down an opportunity to write flyboy!jake. all usualy flyboy!warnings apply. comments, reblogs, asks, etc. all welcome, i miss ya’ll!
I.
“Come in,” you call out, voice nasal from the cold that was wrecking its way through your body. You don’t bother turning around, choosing instead to stay curled up in fetal position on your side, the covers wrapped securely around you. You keep your eyes on the laptop, which you had flipped on its side to align with the current orientation of your head, half focused on the re-run of the sitcom playing on screen.
You hear the door swing open, and shut. The next movement of the visitor is swift and surprising, as you feel cool skin press against yours. It shocks you, the side of the face which is pressed against yours, but the familiar smell of laundry detergent tells you who it is.
“Jake,” you groan, “why aren’t you at the dance?” You don’t move and neither does the head which is resting against yours.
“Didn’t feel like going,” you feel him shrug. The show running on your laptop screen flickers between scene transitions and it offers you a view of Jake’s head pressed against yours for a brief second before it goes back to full colour.
“Didn’t you have a date with Mindy?” You ask, knowing full well that Mindy had been, and had made no show of hiding, fully obsessed with Jake for a good part of three months now. She had asked him to the valentines dance and had been insufferably pleased when he had agreed.
“She’s sick,” he gives another shrug which you feel against your face, “this thing is catching like wildfire.”
Jake flicks the bridge of your nose as he says it, and you wrinkle your nose in response as you start to move to sit up, shrugging him off you.
“Yeah, but you could have still gone,” you say sniffling as you sit up to look at Jake who is now sitting on your bed. He looks as Jake Seresin always looks, skin slightly bronzed with a healthy glow from a constant routine of football practice, eyes bright, and hair casually tousled.
“Nah,” he says without much of an explanation. Jake reaches across you for your laptop before settling against the head board of your bed.
“Why not?” You press, body still seated upright as you watch him stop the show that is playing before flicking out of it and through the list of titles you have on your laptop for another show.
“Doesn’t seem like it’ll be that interesting,” he answers offhandedly.
“And staying in with a sick person is,” you say bluntly with a scoff as your eyes narrow suspiciously. “You’ll still be able to make it in time if you leav-”
Jake cuts you off immediately as he lifts himself from the headboard for a second, which is long enough for him to sling an arm around your neck. He lets himself fall back against the headboard with a thud, dragging you with him. You land, face smushed between his bicep and the side of his chest, elbow on his thigh.
“Jake,” you yelp in protest, only for him to shush you as he continues scrolling through the titles on your laptop, clearly unperturbed.
“Fantasy or action?”
II.
“Wristbands,” Seth, one of Jake’s teammates hollers, as he approaches the group waving a stack of paper wristbands in a myriad of green, orange and red.
He makes his way around the group making quick work of disseminating the bands according to the availability status of each member of the group.
“Red?” You ask as he reaches you and Jake who are hanging at the back end of the group, the last two red bands left in Seth’s hands.
“Apparently,” he starts while glancing back over his shoulder, “there’ve been some changes to the status of certain members of our team.”
“Surely they must have more green bands,” you say craning your neck to look towards the entry booth.
“Green is oversubscribed unfortunately.”
“Figures,” you murmur as you reach out to receive one red band with Seth proffers. A valentines day event in a club, it figured that the most popular colour would be green and plenty of the actual couples would have taken their celebrations elsewhere instead.
“Don’t sulk,” Jake chuckles as he slaps the red band onto his wrist with less fuss than you “I’ll let you take me home for the night.”
He finishes his sentence off by snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into flush against his side.
“What a catch,” you say, tone mocking, but you don’t fight the movement. You slide the hand that has landed on Jake’s upper bicep up his shoulder to steady yourself.
“And all yours for the night,” he says with a joking leer. You roll your eyes outwardly but feel a tug south towards the pit of your stomach.
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“So much for a valentines day event,” you grumble as you step into your apartment, fingers working on tearing the red paper wrist band off.
Your grumbling earns you an amused chuckle from Jake who steps in after you while shutting the door behind him. The apartment is silent with your roommate out at her girlfriend’s for the night.
“Hey, you still went home with the hottest guy in the club,” Jake jokes as you walk towards the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge. You are both lightly buzzed from the steady stream of drinks you had ingested, in a way that makes a person slightly reckless but still in complete control of their mental facilities.
“Did I really,” you uncap the bottle with a twist before putting it to your lips and tilting your head back. You lean against the counter, gaze still on Jake as he comes to a stop in front of you, arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. You lower the bottle from your lips only for Jake to reach out and pluck it from your grasp.
“I’m curious,” he pauses to take a sip from the bottle, before taking a step towards you, trapping you between himself and the counter behind you, “what was it you were looking for tonight that has you so bummed.”
Jake places the bottle down on the counter beside you before leaving his hand on the counter. He rests his other hand on his hip, stance almost caging you in. Jake lips are quirked into a smirk, but the amusement doesn’t hit the intensity behind his eyes. You feel your knees go weak, and you press yourself back against the counter for support, the marble edge digging into your back a reminder for you to keep breathing.
“I don’t know,” you say, eyes locked onto Jake’s. You can smell the sickly sweet scent of red bull from the trio of Jägerbombs you both had downed before deciding to call it a night, “something fun.”
“Something fun,” Jake drawls, his voice a low hum. Jake’s eyes are focused on yours and you resist the urge to let your gaze dart to his lips.
“Yeah,” the affirmation comes out more petulant than you had intended, and you see Jake lose the same battle you had been having with yourself as his gaze flickers to your lips for a split second.
“I cou-” he doesn’t finish his sentence thanks to a series of loud knocks which pierce through the tension between you both.
“GUYS OPEN OPEN.”
“You left without us.”
“How could you leave without us.”
“We want pizza!”
The voices of a group of males, his teammates echo from behind your front door. You see a tiny frown pass Jake’s face as he drops his head slightly before taking a step back and pushing himself away from you with his hand thats still pressed against the counter.
“Coming,” you half yell, half hiss as you make a scramble for the door. Although the tenants of the apartment block were largely students, it didn’t always guarantee a free pass for noise late a night.
You swear you hear Jake swear quietly to himself as you yank open the door in a flurry to make way for a line of tipsy, rowdy football boys to stumble in.
III.
They are there when you get into the office, long stemmed tulips in white, red and pink sitting in a long glass vase. A rough glance has you guessing that they are anywhere from 30-40 stems sitting on your desk.
You don’t need to look at the small white card sitting beside the vase to know who they are from. They aren’t from Dan because he had his red roses sent to you at home the day before.
If you got yourself a girlfriend you would have someone to send flowers to on Valentines day.
You shoot the text to Jake with a smile on your lips. He replies almost instantly.
You would miss my flowers.
Hah, you wish.
Admit it.
The smile on your fave brightens as you read Jake’s latest reply. You position yourself beside the flowers before extending a hand and flipping on your front camera to take a picture of yourself looking exasperated with the tulips in frame before firing the photo off to Jake.
IV.
“I love you,” you hear the quiet words against your skin as Jake presses a kiss to side of your head before pressing another kiss behind your ear.
“I love you too,” you say as you absently tilt your head, allowing him to press another kiss to the side of your neck. You let yourself sink further against Jake, both of content to be in each other company, neither truly focused on the soft murmur of the television flickering in front of you.
The lights of the living room are dim, and your children are all tucked away in bed, the remnants of valentines day scattered around the living room - flowers they had exchanged with friends at school, chocolates and glittery cards, which they had all paraded to you and Jake before bestowing their own versions of the same on both of you. Jake had given you your flowers earlier in the day, along with one mind blowing orgasm before you had both gotten out of bed for the day, but the quiet time you both had now was what you found yourself enjoying most about the day, or of any day, really.
“Should we continue where we left off this morning,” you hear Jake say beside you ear as his hands drift along the sides of your body, fingers starting to dip beneath your top.
“I don’t think we really left anything hanging this morning,” you hum in response.
“I can’t seem to remember,” Jake’s hands brush against the underside of your breasts as you slide a hand up his thigh, “guess you just have to remind me then.”
