GREM! I adore this, there are so many ideas running in my head. Hehe, let’s go with Stevie.
Based off this ask game
Long Time Coming
Steve Rogers x Reader (avengers AU)
Steve was a patient man. Well… at least he thought he was. Likely moreso when he was little. Literally. When there’s not much you can do on your own, everything besides action becomes waiting. So he was used to being patient, but not necessarily good at it. No longer practiced. Because now, in an era where everything happened in an instant, there was no point in sitting around.
He had already waited long enough. A hundred years of waiting for the right one. So close just to be taken away. So he filled his time with other things, using saving others as an excuse to not save himself.
In this new time, Steve also had to adjust to so much change. Constantly. New foods, new technology, new people. It was overwhelming and numbing all at once. Putting his head down and getting to work everyday was the only way to get through. And it was always the same. Rushed. Precise and safe as possible. Forget it and move on, quickly. Too much was going on to hang on to one thing.
And then suddenly, after a recon mission on the beach, it all slowed down. He wasn’t sure if it was the end catching up with him. Finally. After all these years. But he took in the beauty of the land for the first time since he was a teenager.
The waves crashed in slow motion on the shore, sun starting to dip below the horizon, painting the sky peachy orange. As he fought to keep his eyes open to take in the whole, blindingly bright sight, a silhouette rose from the water, giving his eyes reprieve he didn’t ask for. Tony emerged from somewhere on his right side, walking towards the figure, arms open for a hug. Steve’s ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, he could hardly read the lips of his friend, welcoming a new member of the team: you.
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Valentine's Drabbles
Sweater Trouble 💖 - part of the 20s Challenge
🌷Every Fic Ever🌷
Sebastian Stan Characters
Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier
Trust Me 💖 - 574
Late Night * 💖- 689
Valentine's Night 💖 - 752
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Soulmate AU
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 1: Lost Pet MeetCute 💖
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Kinktober 2024
Kinktober Day 9: Somnophilia 🔥- 1.9k
Kinktober Day 14: Spreader Bar 🔥- 2.6k
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Fluffcember 2024
Fluffcember Day 6: Gingerbread House 💖 - 500
Fluffcember Day 21: Homecooked Meals
Fluffcember Day 30: Warming Up
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Kinktober 2024
Kinktober day 13: Handcuffs🔥- 1.1k
Lance Tucker (The Bronze)
Kinktober 2024
Kinktober Day : Overstimulation🔥
Chris Evans Characters
Steve Rogers / Captain America
Busy Morning 💖 - 512 words
Valentine's Day 💖 - 394 words
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 8: Chopping Wood (pre-serum Steve!)💖 -1.6k Flufftober Day 15: "What are you wearing?"/"It's Laundry Day!" 💖- 879 words
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Kinktober Day 11: Enemies AND lovers 🔥
Kinktober Day 30: Cowgirl 🔥
Alt: Sick Day
Fluffcember 2024
Fluffcember Day 2: Hot Bath 💖 - 289 words
Fluffcember Day 10: Fallen Through Ice
Fluffcember Day 19: Fondue
Fluffcember Day 24: Christmas Tree
Fluffcember Day 31: Fireworks
Jake Jensen (The Losers)
All Nighter 💖
part of the Sleepy!Reader collection
Valentine's Morning 💖 354 words
Bubbles - 6.1k 💖🔥
Part of Sun, Sea and Sirens
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Day 7: Hoodie Weather
Day 25: Haunted House
Kinktober 2024 🔥
Day 2: Office Sex
Day 15: Blowjobs/Milf
Day 17: Costumes (Honey Bunny)
Fluffcember 2024 💖
Day 11: Slippery
Day 23: Confessions
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Valentine's Treat 💖
Sweater Trouble 💖 - part of the 20s Challenge
Flufftober 2024 💖
Day 20: Sweater Weather
Day 26: "I can't find it."
Kinktober 2024 🔥
Day 22: Clothes
Day 24: Free Use
Fluffcember 2024 💖
Day 4: Christmas Sweater
Day 12: Skiing
Day 27: Family Gathering
Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Thin Walls 💖🔥
Hash 🔥 Part of the Green collection
Valentine's Menu
Kinktober 2024 🔥
Day 4: CNC
Day 21: Body Worship (Sweet Thing)
Fluffcember 2024 💖
Day 9: Sugar Rush
Day 29: Mint
Johnny Storm (The Fantastic 4)
Flufftober 2024
Day 28: Lucky Charm💖 - 927 words
Kinktober 2024
Kinktober 1: Scratching 🔥
Kinktober 31: Spitting 🔥
Fluffcember 2024
Fluffcember Day 1: Roasted Marshmallows 💖 - word count: 298
Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort)
Kinktober 2024
Day : Massage
Fluffcember 2024
Fluffcember Day 7: Condensed Breath 💖- Word Count: 1k
Ionian Sun 🔥- Word Count:
Part of @/steviebbboi 's 200 Follower Writer challenge
Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)
Valentine's Special 💖
Linked to Fluffcember 26
Kinktober 2024🔥
Day 25: Drunk Sex
Fluffcember 2024💖
Day 26: Forgiveness
Other MCU Characters
Stucky (Steve and Bucky) x f!reader
Kinktober 2024
Kinktober Day 3: Clit/Cock Warming 🔥- Word count: 1.2k
Kinktober Day : Threesome 🔥
Baron Helmut Zemo / Zemo
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 17: Bewitched 💖 - Word count: 2.6k
Kinktober 2024
Kinktober day : Discipline 🔥
Fluffcember 2024
Fluffcember Day 8: Sparkling Snow
This is a part 2 to Flufftober 17
Loki
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 11: Ingredients, Potions, Spells 💖 -Word count: 2.3k
Flufftober 21: Rainy Day 💖-
Flufftober 31: Make A Wish -
Kinktober 2024
Kinktober Day 5: Macrophilia 🔥
Kinktober Day : Overstimulation/Dacryphilia 🔥
Series/Collections:
The Perfect Jotunn Bride 🔥(eventual 💖)
Part 1 | Part 2
From Kinktober and Kinktober this has become a mini WIP - if I update I update!
Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 2: "On your left!" 💖- Word Count: 1k
Flufftober Day 12: "This is spooky." / "Really?" - 💖
Flufftober Day 28 - Betrayal 💖
Thor
Flufftober 2024
Fluffcember 2024
Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 6: Mistaken Identity
Yelena Belova / Black Widow
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day : "Don't do that!" / "But..." 💖 Word count: 1k
Kinktober 2024
Day : Competence
Fluffcember 2024
Day 3: Snowman
Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 23: Comfort Food 💖
Flufftober Day 31: Make A Wish 💖
Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
Flufftober 2024
Kinktober 2024
Day 16: Role Play
Kinktober Day :Make Up Sex 💖🔥
Fluffcember 2024
Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
Fluffcember 2024
Dean, Cas, Sam and Jack
Fluffcember 2024
Baldur's Gate 3 Characters
Scratch, Lae'zel and Tav
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 19: Paw 💖
Halsin
Flufftober 2024
Flufftober Day 5: Acorn, Chesnut, Pinecone 💖
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Ah I am glad you like it, though I can't really take credit for it. It's based on other games i've seen around. I just like having a post of my own so I could have it just the way I want (and get the opportunity to send asks to anyone who reblogs it).
And thank you for the ask! <3
I have that in a few things, including an as of yet unposted genderbent Steve AU
“I don’t think so?” Max says, completely missing the way that her contradiction makes Neil’s jaw tense. “I’ve only met her like, once or twice, but she introduces herself that way so I don’t really think she minds it.”
Hi! A bouquet for you for the Blooms of appreciation challenge! 🥰💐
🌻 - Ask a writer anything about their wips in anyway you’d like! Maybe you’d like to ask them to describe their wip in three words, or provide a snippet, or share the last sentence they wrote, etc.
Currently working my way through Psycho Killer (A Dark Ransom AU) - if you have a last sentence you're happy to share with us I'd love to see it! If not, could you describe the fic in 3 words ❤️❤️❤️
Hi Grem!! Ooohhhhhh I love Psycho Killer so much! That's such a fun one and it sparked an entire expanded au!
As much as I really love Ransom and Little Rabbit, I don't currently have anything actively in the works for them, so I can't share a last sentence , but I will describe what's probably coming up for them in three words: ravenous, party, lies. 👀
Tags: Fluff, Flufftober 2024, Dean Winchester x reader, established relationship, candle sniffing in the supermarket is always a fun past time
Part of the Flufftober 2024 challenge that can be found here @flufftober
Warnings: Dean being a little misogynistic (calling candles “girly”) but we love him all the same
Word Count: 1k
Summary: To get rid of that musky, bloody, dead-monster stink out of the bunker, you convince your boyfriend to come candle shopping with you.
A/N: I'm an absolute tart for candles - I love me a candle with a crackling wick. This was a dometic-y one; I was really struggling to figure out where to go with this one so I hope you can enjoy it regardless x
As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied
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“Dean, please,” you plead, following your boyfriend from his man-cave to the kitchen. “it smells. Just come with me so you at least have the opportunity to choose.”
“No,” Dean replies sulkily. He’s still in his bathrobe and his hair’s a mess but somehow, he still makes it look sexy. “I don’t want any of your girly candles ruining my bat cave.” He says gruffly, making himself a coffee.
You crinkle your nose, remembering the smell of Dean’s so-called Bat Cave. “Only you call it the Bat Cave,” you huff. “And it’s starting to smell stuffy.”
He flashes you a lopsided grin and toasts his mug to you. “Smells like man.”
You roll your eyes and bite back a smile. “No – it stinks. Come with me to pick a candle.” You cosy up to him, giving your best puppy dog eyes and pout knowing it would make him melt. In your best sing-song sweet voice you add, “I’ll even let you choo-hoo-se.”
Dean tries not to look at you but it’s pointless; his heart melts at the sight and he can’t say no to you. He sighs, tilting his head back dramatically.
“Fine.” He grumbles. “But no flowery stuff.”
You lean up on tip toes and peck a kiss to his lips, making him smile. “Thank you! I’ll go get ready.”
Dean only huffs in response watching you skip out of the kitchen triumphantly. He took a swig of coffee, secretly looking forward to your little shopping date.
Standing in the Home aisle, your eyes rake the shelves of candles before you with excitement. The excitement clearly wasn’t as contagious as you’d hoped; Dean stood arms folded, looking down the aisle away from you. You frowned at him.
“Spoilsport,” you mutter at him, picking up the first candle and giving it a whiff. Your, for lack of a better word, nosebuds are attacked with the overwhelming scent of commercial pumpkin spice. The terribly artificial scent making your nose crinkle as you put it back to the shelf.
“Can’t you just pick one?” Dean huffs. “Then we can leave and grab some food on the way back to the bunker. You know that diner we passed looked pretty go-“
“No way,” you interupt. “There’s an art to this.”
Dean rolls his eyes as you pick up another candle and bring it to your nose. This time, you smell floral scents that you’re sure would give anyone hay-fever from the smell alone. You huff, frowning thoughtfully at the shelves.
Your eyes scan each shelf meticulously, making mental notes of the scents and skimming over scents you just know your boyfriend will despise. Then you see it. Tucked away behind another candle jar, sat a Cherry Pie scented candle.
You almost dove headfirst into the shelf to grab it. You take a small sniff and and slam the lid shut again, turning to Dean with a wide smile, clutching the jar tightly like the gremlin you are. You hold the candle to him and he pulls a face at you.
“Really?” He scoffs. “Cherry Pie? Heh, yeah sure.”
“Trust me,” you say, watching Dean lower his face to the jar’s opening as you peel back the lid.
You watch with a satisfied smirk as the gentle notes of almond and vanilla caress his nose buds like it had yours, the perfect balance of cherry scent melding between them. Dean sighs almost wistfully, unable to stop himself from gazing at the candle in awe. It would be PERFECT for the Bat Cave. Smelling like pie? His favourite pie?
When he meets your smug little face over the rim of the jar, he frowns.
“You like it?” you tease.
“Shut up,” he grumbles, re-fitting the lid but not handing the candle back to you. “Can we go?”
“You want the Bat Cave to smell like cherry pie?” you grin, feeling smug.
A smile twitches at Dean’s lips. “Maybe. But you just called it the Bat Cave.”
You roll your eyes playfully. "Whatever. Is that the one you're choosing?"
Dean's face flushes slightly. He's excited to light the candle (and eat food) but he can tell by the look on your face that you're teasing him. "Why?" He asks cautiously, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“Well, it’s just...” You pretend to look coyly behind you the the wall of candles. “They have an apple pie one too.”
“WHERE?!” Dean says much too quickly, excitement getting the better of him. You giggle watching his eyes go wide with childish glee as he scans the shelves, and you point at a jar that looks almost bioluminescent.
Dean shuffles the first candle in his grasp and reaches for the new candle. You watch him awkwardly open the lid and take a long, deep sniff. He hacks and turns away to cough; the strong, artifical scent of green apple and cinnamon making your own nose wrinkle.
When Dean turns back to you, he's beaming, and looking very adorable with his signature excitable smirk.
"You want to light your candles now, don't you?" You try to suppress the smile that's pulling at your own lips but Dean’s excitement is contagious.
"Yeah." He says sheepishly, carrying his pie scented candles close to his chest. "Come on. I'm hungry too, and that restaurant had some good burgers."
"Alright, alright." You shuffle along behind him to ring up the candles, chuckling softly to yourself.
Later that evening, after eating a better than average burger and fries, you and Dean are curled up on one of the chairs in the man cave watching a movie. The scent of the new apple pie candle wafted around you as Dean’s fingers traced languid patterns over your shirt. He'd insisted that the cherry pie one belonged in his bedroom; that falling asleep to cherry pie dreams was the only way to fall asleep.
"Today was fun," He rumbles softly, kissing the top of your head. "I'm glad you convinced me to go candle shopping."
You huff gently, smiling. "You're just happy to have found out pie scented candles exist."
"Happy to have found they exist with you," he quips, smugness emanating from him. You roll your eyes and shift in his lap to press a kiss to his lips.
Warnings/tags: misogyny/catcalling/dude being a creep and asshole (not Dean), duelling, canon-typical violence, Dean being a dork, I'm putting a warning here for cringe/stalker/gross behaviour from the asshole,
Summary: Whilst perusing a stall at the renfair you encounter a guy that just won't leave you be, when Dean overhears. As penance for coming to your "rescue", he's challenged to a duel for your hand.
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: I just loved writing this one. I actually went and re-watched the episode before I wrote it after I had the idea💀 I was stuck on this prompt for a while. I was thinking of pie eating contests (duh-doy) and bets with Loki but nothing seemed good enough. But I hope you enjoy reading! - Love, Grem 💜
As always, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! 💜
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Smoke wafted in-between the stalls and tents of Ye Olde Marketplace, the smell of meats, mead and treats making your mouth water. This was your second renaissance fair and you were determined to make it worthwhile. You were an elf this time around, not necessarily LARPing but just in costume; the whole nine yards with flowers in your hair, glitter on your cheeks and of course, pointed ears. Your outfit complimented your body excellently as well as your elven "character". Layered skirts and flowy bouse with your body adorned in earth-toned accessories, it was no wonder you were stared at by other fair goers.
One in particular had followed you from stall to stall. You tried blocking him out but the skin-crawling feeling of being watched had you on edge. You picked up a crystal at one of the stalls ran by a guy in a comical wizard hat and a long grey beard, reading the miniscule cursive card on the stand amongst the crystals. You couldn't make out every word but you thought it read something about keeping bad energies at bay.
You really needed that right now.
"Mi'lady." A voice said from beside you, making you jump. It was that guy. You can't control your facial expression as you cringe at him.
"Hi." You mutter and turn away. You secretly hope that all of the anti-douchebag crystals are out in full force because this is not something you do not want to be dealing with today.
"What doth bring a fair maiden such as yourself to a place such as this?"
His voice is grating and you suppress a shiver, opting to continue browsing instead of answering. Why did this have to happen to you?
"Hey!" The guy begins, reaching a hand out to you. "I'm talking to yo-"
You turn as you see his hand reaching towards you, ready to chew him out for being a creep, but another hand halted his hand in its tracks. Your eyes widen as you follow your rescuer's hand all the way up his arm to his face. He's dressed as some sort of knight, loose shirt and some chainmail, but his features have a stormy look to them as he glares at the guy who'd been following you. You melt into a puddle; handsome doesn't even begin to cover how damn good this guy looked. Even if he did have powdered sugar on his cheek.
"This guy bothering you?" His voice is gruff and stern, green eyes meeting yours and you find you can't quite say anything.
"Uh, well -"
"I wasn't doing anything - I was here first!" The creep protests and the look on your face says it all; you're disgusted and unimpressed.
You look back to your knight with no shining armour. "Yeah. He's bothering me."
"I declare a duel!" The creep says loudly and a few passers-by slow down to nosy in on the conversation. "For the lady's hand."
"Dude," Your hero sighs, looking incredulous at him as you roll your eyes with repulsion. "Give it a rest. Just take your damn potions and go."
The creep unsheathes a wooden sword and points it at your hero, who half-heartedly shrugs with an exasperated "really?". The creep jabs him in the chest once. He doesn't quite get to the second jab as his sword is smacked out of the way and a swift punch lands perfectly in the square of his face.
With a sickening crack he slumps to the ground, clutching a bleeding nose. You can't help but feel a little smug at the sight and your heart swoons just a little at the scene you've just experienced. A handsome knight coming to rescue a damsel in distress.
"Come on," You say to your knight, nodding to one of the other colourful stalls. "I believe I owe you a drink for rescuing me."
You set down two butter-beers on a picnic table, and jostle a brown paper bag of freshly made mini donuts in the middle. The smell that wafts from the bag is sickening - and you reach in and pop one into your mouth as soon as you're seated.
Your knight, who you found that his name was Dean, took a sip from the buttery stein in front of him, making a grunt of approval and immediately swigging more.
"Thanks again," You say over your own glass. "You fight for a maiden's honour a lot?"
“It’s what I do. Saving people.” He looks like he’s about to add something else, but clears his throat, looking sheepish. “It’s a family thing, ya know?”
“Hm.” You don’t know whether it’s the LARPing or if he’s being genuine, but your heart flutters again and you can't help but smile at him. He's stuffing two mini donuts into his mouth but when he catches you smiling at him, he attempts to smile back but his cheeks are too full and when you laugh at him his cheeks go pink.
"Well, cheers!" You raise your stein and clink it with his. The conversation ebbs and flows naturally and you soon find yourself engrossed in his family history - well, his character's family history - about monsters and demons and angels. It's so well-thought out you're almost embarrassed to not have anything so detailed.
After Dean's phone rings as you're traversing stalls together (nearly three hours later) and a very curt conversation with someone on the other end, Dean gives you an apologetic look.
"Sorry, duty calls." He sighs, tucking his phone away into his pocket again. You'd already exchanged numbers earlier after finding out you had more in common than you'd realised, and at the very least, if you couldn't date the guy you could at least be friends.
"That's alright. I had a blast today." You gush, grinning at him. He gives you a boyish smile in return and before he has a chance to say anything else, you lean up to place a soft peck on his cheek. Dean's smile only grows wider when you sternly remind him, "Keep in touch, Dean Winchester. I wanna know all about these monsters and the next parts of the story."
"Yes ma'am." He affirms with a short nod, making his way out of the fair, nearly tripping into a hidden rabbit hole because he can't stop looking over at you as he leaves.
You giggle and wave him out of sight. Perhaps you should make an equally intricate backstory for your LARP character, though not as sad as Dean's, using today as an example. You decide then and there that meeting Dean Winchester ought to be a turning point for something good instead of bad. Although, you can't quite decide who your next monster of the week will be.
Tags/Warnings: SMUT, office sex, sex on a desk, p-in-v, squirting, creampie, reverse cowgirl, riding, vaginal fingering (brief), sex to relax, massage, Jake being a dork, pet names (baby), sweet ending
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: You hate your boss and hate filing work for him when he’s out gallivanting so when your IT kit breaks and you summon IT to the devil’s den that is your boss’ office you can’t help but take the opportunity you’ve been given with your office crush.
As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.
I hope you enjoy; feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics , headers by @/cafekitsune
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“Arsehole!”
You lean back in your office chair, fingers gliding against your scalp in a desperate bid to salvage what was left of your sanity. You were overtired, overworked and underpaid and you boss, your arsehole of a boss, had just taken an extra two hours on his lunch with one of his many flings postponing an already twice-postponed meeting with an important stakeholder.
Leaving you to deal with the fallout and the work he had not yet completed.
Again.
You rub your eyes hoping it’s a dream. When you open them again, your laptop is still showing the email from your boss. You groan and go to exit the email application. However, upon touching the track-pad, nothing happens. You wiggle your finger vigourously yet your little mouse-arrow doesn’t flit across the screen like it should. You press random keys – does ctrl, Alt and del do anything when you click them together? Or was it F4? You don’t know nor do you care, anything to get your laptop working again so you can finish the work your boss should have done over three weeks ago.
Then the screen goes black with a click. The gentle winding down of fans filling the silence of your boss’ office. You briefly lock eyes with your stunned reflection before slamming the lid and with silent fury, stabbing with intercom on your desk for the main reception team.
“Get me IT ASAP.”
There was a knock on the door which startled you from your thoughts.
“Yes?”
The door cracked open slightly and a head popped in. Had you not felt so stressed, you may have taken the time to appreciate the sight before you. Jake Jensen was probably one of the most attractive guys in IT, very much not your average IT Joe. Frosted tips, goatee and round specs were dorky but amplified his features and personality; sharp jaw, bright eyes and a thousand-watt grin that could melt the iceiest of hearts.
“You called for IT?” He asked, opening the door a little further and grinning at you.
“Yes, oh my God.” You flap your hands and gesture worriedly to your laptop on the desk. “it ... died.”
His eyebrows raise rapidly and he nods, pursing his lips slightly. He steps into the room and shuts the door behind him before strolling towards the desk. Your already biting at your nails again, not even looking at how broad his shoulders are (shame on you).
Jake hums, taking a seat at the desk and you come up behind him.
“Died?” he quizzes, pressing the on button. You frown at him. “You sure it didn’t...” He trails and looks up at you, shrugging slightly. “Run out of battery?”
The look you give him has him raising his hands in surrender and smiling a little.
“And before you ask, yes, I turned it off and on again.” You snap, glaring down at him as a smirk tugs at his lips as he hits a few keys. You heave a sigh through your nostirls, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It froze then gave me the black screen of death. I have a meeting later – well, my boss does but I have to run it – and there’s some important documents I need.”
Jake looks thoughtful and then taps another few keys but your laptop doesn’t respond.
“You know, I’ve seen you around the office,” Jake says, opening his own laptop and bringing wires out of his little grab bag. “You know almost everyone’s name.”
You watch as he connects everything in awe, shrugging at his statement. “I’m here everyday. It’s hard not to know.”
You don’t realise how close you are, peering over Jake’s shoulder. You're so close he can smell your sweet perfume and it distracts him form his work; putting a USB in the wrong way and missing the port three times.
“Do you...” He trails again, feeling his cheeks warm as he thinks better of asking if you know his name.
“Can it be fixed?” You ask anxiously, not hearing the beginning of Jake’s would-be question. You look over at him worriedly and he smiles a little nervously himself.
“Maybe,” he says, clicking on his laptop screen and bringing up screens, signs and symbols that you couldn’t comprehend. A loading bar appeared. Its green horizontal bricks flickering into view painstakingly slowly. Your eyes drift to the upper right corner of the dialogue box.
Time remaining: 1 hour
“One hour?!” you say incredulously, your face crestfallen. You were doomed.
Jake looked up at you again feeling some sympathy. Your boss was an ass and everyone knew it. You’d get the blame for a job you weren’t even meant to be doing.
“Hey, it could take less time” He tried helpfully, giving you a reassuring nudging with his elbow and a small grin.
You rubbed your temples. “Jesus Christ.”
Jake bit back a smile. He knew he shouldn’t laugh at your misfortune – he wasn't - you just looked very cute right now, all stressed out of your pretty little head in your tight pencil skirt and blazer. His eyes flitted to your kitten-heeled feet and he had to avert his gaze immediately. He shouldn’t be thinking about helping you relieve some stress.
“I – I could get you a pen and paper?” He suggests and you give him a woeful look and shake your head.
“No.” You sigh and wave a hand. “Thanks, Jake. I appreciate it.”
Jake’s eyes widen slightly. He hadn’t expected you to know who he was. You rarely came by the IT desk – but when you did rush by you always threw a ‘hi’ inside, although you'd never asked him for his name. Little did he know was that the first day he’d started you had gone out of your way to find out his name and, had you not been doing a million and one tasks thanks to your boss, you had probably gone by to chat to him more. And possibly ask him out.
Work always, always, got in the way. You’d missed how he’d looked when he first entered, too distracted and stressed to focus, but now in the silence of the office and having been resigned to wait potentially an hour for your laptop to be potentially functional, you could fully appreciate him. You let a quiet sigh of relief wash away part of your stress and smile softly down at him. Wow, his eyes were spectacularly blue. You clear your throat little, realising you’d both been stood in silence for over a minute.
Jake coughs awkwardly tapping his fingers restlessly against the wood of the desk. “No worries, Y/N. Hey, if you need some stress relief-“ He gives you another wide grin and wiggles his fingers at you. Your eyes widen, cheeks pinken, and you barely stifle a laugh.
“Excuse me?”
It was Jake’s turn for his eyes to widen and cheeks to pinken. He groans and rolls his eyes dramatically in embarassment. “I- not what I meant. I mean,” he looked at his fingers, then back to you sheepishly. What had he meant?
“No, go on. I’m listening.” You tease, smiling slightly.
“I could ...” Jake fumbles, starting to grin again. “Massage your shoulders, maybe? If you’d like?” he wiggles his fingers again, moving his eyebrows at the same time.
This time you welcome the soft chuckle that bubbles up your throat. He really was as much of a dork as he looked but he was a dork that was easing your stress little by little.
“If you’re offering.” You shrug. You mean it to be teasing, but when Jake jumps to his feet you almost stumble into the desk with a start. A nervous smile creeps over your face as he stands behind you and tentatively rests his large hands on your shoulders.
“Just relax,” his voice is quiet and warm, breath only just tickling your ear and you have to suppress a shiver. You’re about to tell him you were kidding, he doesn’t have to do this, but you stop yourself. You’re wound up and your office crush is offering not only his IT services but a quick massage to relieve tension in your shoulders. Besides, he may not even be that good, right?
Right?
Wrong.
“Oh fuck,” You moan almost pornographically as Jake’s thumb firmly unwinds a tight knot in your shoulder. His grip on your shoulders tightens and you flush red with embarrassment.
“God I’m so sorry,” you ramble. “That felt good – I didn’t realise I was so tense.”
Jake clears his throat from behind you, continuing to rub at your shoulders and back muscles, causing softer moans of satisfaction and relief to fall from your lips. He’s too close to you, he knows that, almost pressed against you and trying to commit your sounds to memory. You sounded as good as you looked and Jake was trying to keep himself focused to segue into asking you out for drinks, or dinner or both. However, Jake being Jake, and having a beautiful woman softly moaning and whimpering under his touch sending waves of lust down south; the next words out of his mouth made him want to curl up and die.
“You’re so tight,” he comments almost nonchalantly, focused on your muscles when he feels you tense again. You let out a shaky breath and Jake immediately removes his hands from you, holding them in the air.
“Oh God,” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I-I can leave.”
You look over your shoulder at him, eyes blown wide with lust and smirk. Fuck it. You hate your boss, you’ll probably quit after today. A little payback in the form of ruining his office furniture may be what you need.
“Don’t leave,” you say quietly, turning a little more. “it’s okay. You’re not wrong.”
Jake looks at you confused, trying to slot the puzzle pieces together.
“I am tight,” you purr at him, raising an eyebrow and hoping he gets the hint. From the way his eyebrows shoot up and how he mouths in disbelief, unsure of what to say, it’s clear he’s managed to get it. “And if the offer is there, I’d love for you to help me... ease that tension.”
Jake takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving your face. You think for a moment you've just misread the room colossally. But then... he nods. He takes a step closer to you, fingers ghosting the waist band to your pencil skirt. He swallows thickly, opening his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.
“Don’t talk. Just do.” You murmur, leaning close to him and brushing your lips with his. “I want to feel your hands on me again.”
You don't need to tell him twice. Jake’s hands grip your hips and pull you flush against him so quickly all breath leaves your lungs. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and that only spurs your own excitement as you kiss him hungrily. Jake wastes no time in gripping your ass hard over your pencil skirt and you moan into his mouth in response, desperately trying to remove your blazer that's stuck on your shoulders.
"You always look so good in these," Jake pants, trailing sloppy, needy kisses down your neck. He hitched up your skirt and tugged your panties down hurriedly, before setting you on the edge of your boss' desk. You throw your blazer to the floor, finally free, and wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close.
"Should see me out of them," You tease breathlessly, his large hands kneading at your ass cheeks.
"Plan to." Jake murmurs, kissing the top of your breasts through your blouse. The rosy scent of your perfume clings to your skin and Jake inhales it greedily. You smell divine, as always. He'd always catch a waft anytime you passed by and being here, inhaling it as much as he wanted, was better than he had ever imagined it to be.
He took a moment to admire you sat there with your legs spread open for him, leaning back into your palms with a heated look. He palmed his cock through his slacks. You looked hotter than he imagined too.
"Jake," You huff, reaching between your legs and gathering hot slick from your cunt and spreading it over your clit with a choked moan. "Today, please."
Jake snaps from his trance, his hands fiddling with his belt buckle and the buttons of his slacks, eyes occasionally flicking back to your glistening folds, watching you finger yourself so confidently before him. Too impatient to remove his clothes completely, he pushes his slacks and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock, trying not to look too proud when you groan at the sight of it.
Closing the distance between you, he guides his cock over your folds, gathering the heated slick that had accumulated and mixing it with his pre cum. When the tip of his cock brushes your clit you gasp out, your free hand gripping his shoulder to steady yourself as you threw your legs over his hips. Jake curses when he feels your legs tug him closer to you, forcing his cock against you.
"Holy shit," he breathes, smiling at you. "Impatient are we?"
You smile up at him. Your eyes are wide and shimmering with lust. Jake thinks his knees might give out at the sight.
"I think I deserve a treat." You say in a low voice, the hand previously toying with your clit reaching between you to take his silky, hard length and align him with your desperate pussy. With a squeeze of your legs on his back, Jake's body inches forward slightly, the tip of his cock sinking into your heated entrance. Jake stutters a moan and his hands grip at your hips again, harder this time. Your hand releases his cock to grip at his neck instead, readying yourself for the fucking you're about to receive.
Jake’s eyes meet yours as he sinks his cock further into your slick hole, cursing as your walls flutter around him. And that face you're making. God, your face. You look utterly blissed out when his cock reaches its hilt. Jake has to bite down on his lips before a loud moan rips from his throat.
"Fuck, you feel-"
"Tight?" You offer with a teasing grin. Jake licks his lips and fights back a smile, only making him look sexier.
"Amazing." He counters, slowly moving out of you and giving a testing thrust of his hips. Now it was your turn to bite your lips. Your head falls back and you grip Jake’s shoulders even harder. He thrusts again, harder this time, and when you whimper his name and curse, he continues to fuck you with a vice like grip on your hips.
Jake trails kisses to your exposed neck and you mewl needily, a hand of yours knotting into his blond hair as you tug him to your lips. The kisses are sloppy and messy, interspersed with breathy moans and compliments from both of you. One of Jake's hands releases it's grasp on your hips and moves between you, fingers gracefully dancing over your clit.
"Fuck!" You cry out at the sensation, breaking a kiss. Your pussy clenches around Jake’s cock making his eyes roll. Jake’s fingers circle your clit faster, his mouth on yours again swallowing your moans. You can feel pressure building in your core, pleasure racing it's way up your spine leaving you light headed.
"Jake - Jake - Jay-" You're trying to warn him about the floodgates that are about to give way but you don't get a chance. Your chants of his name are cut of by a loud moan as you squirt over his cock. Your eyes roll back and if it weren't for your hold on his neck, you would have fallen back onto the desk. You definitely needed this kind of stress relief.
Your head lolls like your neck is boneless and your glassy eyes meet Jake's again behind his small glasses. He's open-mouthed and flushed, fighting to hold back from cumming as your pussy twitches gently around him after soaking his thighs.
"Shit," He hisses, moving his hips again slowly. "Did you - are you-?" A look of concern brushes his features, checking if you were okay and if you wanted to continue. You almost cum again from how sweet it is.
"Yes." You respond breathily, readjusting your grip on his neck and shoulders. "Now it's your turn. Take a seat."
You nod at your boss' chair behind you and Jake follows your gaze. Flashing you an excited smile he slips from you and, smartly, shoves his slacks and boxers to his feet before taking a seat on the comfortable leather office chair.
You slink from the desk elegantly, leaving your skirt hitched around your hips to give Jake a show of your fine ass. His eyes almost never leave your figure except for when you slide back onto his cock and they roll so far back into his head he sees his brain. Thankfully, chairs in your office are built to lean back so when Jake's back moulds to the chair he gets a much, much better angle of your pussy.
Your thighs ache from your position, legs trapped between Jake's as you fuck yourself on his cock, but you don't care. The soft moans he's trying to control, the way his hands guide your body up and down his cock only fuel your want to milk him for all he's worth. After a particularly choked moan you feel his big cock twitch inside of you.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" You ask, voice both soft and desperate. He feels amazing and he's made you feel so relaxed and happy, you're itching to give him the same feeling.
"Yeah I- oh fuck," Jake groans as your ass smacks against his thighs again, the wet sound of skin on skin making it hard to focus on speaking. "'M gonna cum."
"Cum for me, Jake. I wanna feel you cum too." You plead desperately, your bouncing on his cock becoming more and more frenzied and sloppy. Jake felt your pussy tighten around his cock again as you pumped him, drinking him in greedily. He couldn't quite warn you that he was going to cum - just like you hadn't been able to either. He'd began to curse - attempted to say your name - but ultimately feeling you cum around his cock again pushed him over the edge with a sharp intake of breath and a soundless moan.
The room is filled with your panting as you both come down from your highs, your legs still stuck between Jake’s. You twist your head to smile over your shoulder at him, admiring the blissful look and light sheen of sweat on his face.
“You good?” You ask, trying not to giggle. Jake lazily looks up at you, blue eyes glossy behind his glasses that had somehow managed to remain in tact and gives you a lopsided grin.
“More than good.” He affirms, arms slowly encircling your waist and pulling you to lean back into his chest. You oblige, feeling your heart flutter as his chin finds perch on your shoulder.
“Good.” You say quietly, your eyes meeting his. Your hands are delicately placed onto his forearm, holding him in place. A comfortable silence falls for a moment before the laptop dings signalling that whatever work Jake had begun, was now completed. You both look at the laptop a little disheartened.
Jake clears his throat and you startle, mumbling apologies as you clamber off of him, trying to keep your dissatisfaction to losing the feeling of his cock inside you to yourself. You don’t look at him as you pick your panties off the floor, a wash of shame and maybe a bit of guilt rolling over you. You should have made more of an effort to speak to him, ask him for those drinks, before jumping his very sexy bones in your boss' office.
Jake was hitching up his slacks, which thankfully managed to avoid your soaking them. His boxers were wrecked though and he'd be thinking about you all day. Again. He looks over to you, biting his lip thoughtfully before sighing.
“Hey listen,” he began, tapping at the keys of his laptop. You turned and watched him magically power your laptop back to life. “After your meeting would you... like to go to dinner? Or drinks? Or-“
“I'd love to.” You answer immediately, being ripped from your thoughts. You give Jake a bashful yet excitable smile as you turn towards him.
“Yeah?” Jake looks at you now and matches your expression when you nod. “I know a great Thai place.”
“I look forward to it.” You lean forward and peck his cheek. “And thank you, for fixing this. And for... relieving me.”
Jake’s cheeks redden again. “I should be thanking you but unfortunately, duty calls.” He sighs checking his phone and seeing a few more IT Helpdesk calls. He gives you a look that would give the most adorable of puppies a run for their money as he packs away his things. “I’ll see you later?”
You don’t answer straight away. You reach around and tuck your panties into the back pocket of his jeans, pecking his cheek again. “Later.”
A/N: Thank you for reading! Can you tell I just needed something sweet after the last one?
