𝜗ৎ ── when your early mornings are filled with white sheets, cuddles, warm coffee, and a big fluffy golden lab . . ?
그의 사랑스러운 소녀 . . scene ₊ᰔ husband ! jake x reader relationship marriage cuddling fluff wc307
麦星 ‘s ── library
• mai’s 注記 ── can you tell i’m addicted to making early mornings fic’s? . . . “i’m going to make a riki fic” she said.
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the sun beamed through the blinds of your shared bedroom with your husband of three months, jake. being newly weds was something you never thought you would cross off your bucket list in your mid twenty’s, but alas here you are — cooped up in his braceful arms with nothing but bare skin and grey sweats pushing against you.
his nose and lips were tucked in the crook of your neck, making every breath he let out crawl against your skin.
you felt a nudge between your torso and his arm, prying open to the shared warmth.
your head slightly tilted back, you peaked at the furry creature with big earnest eyes.
jake’s sweet golden lab that was spoiled rotten in the best ways. you couldn’t help but burry your fingers in her soft fur when he first introduced her to you, and her, in return, licked your face any chance she could. jake couldn’t be more happy that you were now the mother of his beloved child.
“c’mere layla,” he hummed with his groggy morning voice, opening the entrance wider so the dog could rest between the two of you.
though you loved the dog, she was huge, to say the least. a big ball of fur and fluff does come with its consequences.
“jake i have no room!” you squealed as layla’s paws pushed against your clothed back.
“too bad it’s layla’s turn for cuddles,” planting pecks on the peak of her forehead.
you shook your head and sat up. his arms now around the furry animal in replacement of your warmth. jake’s eyes closed once again, drifting back into a daze as layla laid there with her tail wagging slightly. you chuckled, adoring the scene in front of you, you took your phone and captured the moment that you prayed would last for a lifetime.
how would husband!jake be with the kids while you’re pregnant with the third baby
I love husband enhypen!
Husband Jake would let you rest, to put things short.
With his two rascals, most likely aged between 2-4, Jake would take them out. Nearly everyday he will drag the kids away, whether to the playroom or even to the park. Jake will send the stress away from you. He wants to be with you but he knows you need some rest.
Making more memories with his two angels, Jake will place gentle reminders on them, reminders to be nicer to you...that their baby sister or brother is in their mum, so they need to be careful of that.
Entering the house, he closed the door quietly. In case you were taking a nap, he wanted to be as quiet as possible.
"Mommy may be sleeping so let be quiet okay" He smiles down at his children, locking the door before grabbing their precious hands. Walking at a slow pace, he passes by your sleeping form on the couch. 8 months pregnant, you only had another month before you could meet your third angel.
"Hi mommy" The eldest child whispers, holding Jakes hand tightly as Jake takes them to their bedrooms.
"You excited to meet your sibling?" Jake crouches down at their level once they are in the bedroom.
"Yes! A baby sister!!" The youngest chimes in. The only girl so far, she wanted to meet her sister so bad. Jake ruffles the two year olds hair.
"Can we watch a movie now..." The eldest pouts. His 4 year old tantrum slowly appearing. Jake quickly hushed it down.
"Of course! But a quiet one okay, Mommy is napping"
Pairing: Husband! Jake Jensen x Wife! Reader (Newlyweds)
Summary: Despite everything going on around you, you’re Jake’s first priority
Word count: 2,167
Content/warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, kissing, misty eyes and sniffles, angst, newlyweds and such, Jake and his glasses and his hair and his beefy body and his everything, body image issues and exhaustion, use of pet names
A/N: um, I’m going through a bit of a rough time, but I started this fic even before that. It’s not my best, but I think it’s what I, and many others might need right now. Please enjoy and let me know what you think through a comment, ask, or reblog. Partially inspired by this.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Today was… a lot. Too much, in fact. Like three separate days, hitting you all at once with the force of a train, and your body felt like a defenseless balloon against it. That was fitting, too, considering how bloated and lethargic you felt, hardly able to make your way home. So much had gone wrong today that you felt terrible mentally and most definitely physically, so yeah, you tried to muster up what strength you had left to drift home, not dissimilar to the way a half-deflated balloon meanders through the sky.
After you parked in the garage, you shuffled inside and directly to the couch, weaving through the labyrinth of boxes that were a product of you and Jake moving into your new, shared house. Luckily, the couch was one of the few spaces set up amongst the stacks of cardboard that surrounded. All you wanted to do was curl up in a blanket and hide from the world, but those were packed up, too. There were only throw pillows that had come out of a random box and a select few clothing items that you and Jake had unpacked already and hung in the walk-in closet of the master bedroom.
So before you heaved yourself onto the cushions, you tiptoed on the cool floors of the hallway on the way to the bedroom closet. Instantly, you shucked off your work clothes and left them in the corner. You grabbed a pair of fuzzy socks in a sparse dresser drawer and slipped them on before sifting through the dozen or so hangers of Jake’s until you came upon what you really wanted: your favorite hoodie of his. It was just oversized enough to reach your mid thigh, stretched and worn throughout the years to become unbelievably soft. And of course, you knew Jake had just worn it the previous night to bed since actual pajamas were somewhere buried deep in the mess and the two of you hadn’t picked out bedding for the new king bed yet.
It was perfect as you slipped it over your head, enveloping you in his comforting scent, and just the thought that this was the next best thing to him holding you, even though you really didn’t want anything to be around, seeing you in this state. The brief satisfaction was enough to get you back to the couch to cuddle up and prop yourself up in the pillows as you brought the hood over your head and nestled in.
It was like the action itself summoned your husband, because as soon as you got settled, the sound of the garage door opening echoed throughout the unfurnished house like the sunlight that bounced off the white walls, unblocked from the lack of blinds. From your little hideaway with your face pressed into the pile of throw pillows, you couldn’t see him, but you could hear his gentle footsteps and the jingle of his keys being tossed onto the kitchen counter.
“Love, I’m home. Where are you?”
You let out a groan from your spot on the couch and Jake’s body immediately followed the sound, coming to kneel on the area rug under the furniture.
His hand gently rubbed your back, the other warm palm resting on the side of your bare knee, coaxing you to turn over and look at him, but it didn’t work. You just stayed as curled in on yourself as you could be.
“You gonna turn over?”
You shook your head, your muffled voice emerging from the fabric.
“No. I don’t want you to see me like this.”
Jake lightly chuckled, but couldn’t help the way worry traced his features. Were you injured? In pain?
“See you like what, Lovey? Are you okay? Did something happen?”
You sighed and shook your head again.
“No….well, sort of.” You let out an exasperated groan. “Nothing specifically happened, but also everything happened and there’s just so much to do and I don’t wanna do it and I just feel so blah.”
Jake cocked his head to the side, and hummed sympathetically.
“Feeling blah, huh?
Another nod.
“How so?”
“I’m just so exhausted. Tired and bloated and it all just makes me feel horrible about myself. Why can’t I push through, why do I hate everything about this so much?”
Jake worried as he heard the way your voice began to shake. You finally turned over to look at him, a hand reaching out for his cheek as you sniffled.
“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t sign up for this. I’m so gross.”
Jake’s brow furrowed in light offense, hurt that you were doing so poorly that it caused that negative self-talk. He wanted you to know feelings were valid, but sometimes the pessimistic voices were too loud over the logical, loving ones without justification.
“First off, my sweet, wonderful wife, I signed up for every single day for the rest of my life to be by your side. If this is the worst you think you’ve got for me, I’d say we’re living pretty well.”
A soft smile at the kindness that filled every cell of this man’s body tweaked the corner of your lips.
“And secondly, you’re gross because why? You’re a little tired from trying to live a full life? A little bloated? I’m sure it’s not nearly bad as you think it is. Will you let me see?”
You huffed out a breath and nodded, reaching for the hem of the sweatshirt and lifting it to expose your bare belly to your husband. Since the material was up over your face, you couldn’t see him, but you could hear him blow out a low whistle before placing a kiss just below your belly button, giggling right after. You instantly threw your hands back down, trapping Jake under the soft fabric. He gently pulled his head out, hair in an adorable mess, causing the other side of your mouth to curve upward.
“What was that about, you goof?”
Jake was laughing now as he shrugged. “I can’t believe you fell for that. You look so good. Always have, always will to me. Perfection.”
Your cheeks grew warm in bashfulness as your hands, covered in the long sleeves of the hoodie, covered your face. Except, you were giggling, too, as Jake gently moved your arms and you were met with his smiling face.
“I’m serious. I’ll love you forever, no matter what. I know I can’t fix the day you had, but can I do something to make it better? Here, take my phone and order dinner. Whatever you want. And in the meantime, I wanna try a little something to help you relax. Does that sound good?”
You nodded and bit your lip, grabbing Jake’s phone out of his hand and opening the food delivery app. Distracted by the screen, you didn’t see him go for a grab on your hips, but suddenly, your body was flipped right-side-up to face him and you were scooted to the edge of of the couch with a squeal.
From his place between your legs, Jake looked up at you, your confusion met by a cheesy smirk.
“Go on, Love Dove. You do your job, I’ll do mine. Just be sure to check the delivery confirmation so I know how much time I have.”
His head dipped to the side and he began to kiss up your inner thigh from your knee. A shiver ran through you as his nose lightly brushed against the cotton of the panties you were wearing under his hoodie which had ridden up. Jake gently kissed over your clothed clit before you felt the faint pressure of his wet tongue tracing your slit, soaking the gusset more.
He looked up at you expectantly, voice lightly muffled by the way he was pushed up against you. “The quicker you put the order in, the quicker all we have to focus on is each other.”
You nodded, a whine spilling from your lips as you fought throwing your head back against the couch cushions.
To give you a light reprieve, Jake backed away, starting to kiss upwards from your other knee. It gave you just enough time to select the first decent-looking restaurant you could, pick a few dishes you knew you and Jake would like, and hit submit before throwing the phone to the side.
“Twenty minutes.”
Jake nodded, reaching for the sides of your panties as you lifted your hips to help him shimmy them down your legs. He groaned as your glistening heat was exposed to him, eager to dive right in.
As you looked down at him, his eyes flickered between you and the glimpse of heaven in front of him. He leaned forward, giving a gentle lick to your clit, delighted with the gasp that left your lips. And then Jake latched on, his eyes not leaving yours as you felt the strong muscle his tongue flicking back and forth paired with delicious suction. Your hands found his hair, bleached locks peeking out from between your fingers as your breath started getting heavy.
His lips kissed their way down the crease of one thigh and up the other, circling where he went next, his tongue licking a firm stripe up your slit before entering you. Another whine left your body as he warmed you up, your pelvis grinding upwards, seeking stimulation for your neglected nub.
Jake hummed, sensing what you needed, and moving back upwards, his facial hair scratching the sensitive skin as he did. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, biceps bulging, fingertips of one hand putting delightful pressure on your lower stomach, the other digging into the plush flesh of your hip as he willed himself closer to you.
His glasses began to fog up from the hot breath emerging from his nose against your mound, his eyes sparkling up at you as he suckled your clit. It was all so much, and all so good.
Your whines turned into little squeaks and wails, increasing in pitch as you neared your peak not just from your husband’s expertise in the way he strummed your body, but the way he took care of you, took action with only you in mind.
Your flat palms turned to fists in his hair, earning another groan that was enough to tip you over the edge, your legs shaking and eyes squeezing shut, just like your thighs around his head. Jake kept going, though, a finger entering your convulsing pussy that squeezed his thrusts tight. Jake’s other hand snaked up your side, pushing the sweatshirt with it to reveal a hardened nipple that he began to pinch and tweak. The combined sensation coaxed another orgasm from you and you keened.
Jake finally backed off a little, gently licking your dripping arousal from your entrance and his fingers, letting you down from your high. Your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath, eyes still closed and ears ringing to the point where you hadn’t heard Jake get up to grab a wet paper towel from the kitchen to clean you up and a pair of his boxers from the bedroom. You just winced slightly as he gingerly wiped between your legs and pressed a kiss to your dewy forehead before sliding the underwear on and taking a spot next to you on the couch.
On instinct you curled into him and Jake cradled your body in his arms.
“You feel better?”
You nodded, your head tucked into his neck.
“Yeah. Like jell-o. Thank you for that, Jakey.”
He smiled as he rubbed your back.
“Any time, Lovey Dovey.”
You pulled away, looking up at him, smiling at the sweet nickname, but in his gaze, you felt as if you saw something else.
“Do you want me t-“
He cut you off, “Absolutely not. I did that for you, not because I wanted anything else in return. If anything, it was a treat for me. And before you say you feel like you owe me, no you don’t. That’s what marriage is. We take care of each other.”
You smiled, simply nodding in understanding. “Okay.”
Jake pulled you in tighter again for an extra squeeze that made you laugh against his chest. You spoke up with your smushed cheek, a smirk rising.
“And then after dinner maybe we can watch a movie on the laptop and break in the jacuzzi tub?”
Jake leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, his nose nudging against yours lovingly as the doorbell rang and he began to stand up.
“That sounds wonderful. Whatever you want, Mrs. J.”
You beamed at him and watched as he grabbed the food and returned, the two of you settling by a cardboard box you’d been using as a makeshift dining table.
Your meal, and the rest of the night was filled with laughter, and lots and lots of love, like you knew your relationship would be from beginning to end.
Bonus A/N: I hope you enjoyed this episode of sweet hubby Jake and his Love Dove. Thank you to my friends who helped me brainstorm nicknames for this sweet, sweet couple. And thank you to all of those who have been there for me. I love you.
