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.
