Peaches
Pairing: Jack Reacher x Reader
Word count: 5k
Notes: So… this is my first Reacher fic, I literally could not have done this without @silas-aeiou like bruh I would have done SO BADLY
“You do somethin’ different with your hair?”
You look up from your desk, blinking slowly at the literal Hulk Jr. in front of you. Reacher goes to sit across from you; he makes the comfy chair look like it was made for a doll.
“U-uh… yeah. Yeah I just- I’m trying a different mousse”
“It works for you! Makes your curls really bouncy”
You can’t help the light blush on your cheeks as you beam and turn away from your computer “That’s what I thought!!”
Reacher had made it a sort of habit to come drop in on you, ever since Finlay had sent him down to get a copy of a report from you because he just needed five freaking minutes to himself.
He replayed that moment in his head often because how could he not? You were standing precariously on a spinning chair-
Which, rule #1: Don’t.
Trying to reach for some box on the top shelf, you had gloves on your bare feet which he could only assume were to keep your tights clean… at least you’d had the sense to take off your heels. You were leaning to the left when suddenly, you know like those kinds of chairs do, the wheels slipped out from under you.
You screamed and braced yourself to end up on one of your tables, but it didn’t happen. You sure did crash into something hard, though. It smells good, too. Your eyes slowly open, and you’re met face to face with the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.
“H-hi”
“Hi”
His arm stays securely around you as he reaches up for the box you need and sets it down on the clean table.
“Need anything else?”
“U-uh no… no I’m- I’m good.”
“Where are your shoes?” He hooks his arm under your legs and you yelp and wrap your arms around his neck.
“What??”
He tips you downward a little to point out your weirdly gloved feet.
“Shoes”
“My office…”
He carries you back to your office and sets you on your desk. Your shoes are off to the side and he grabs them for you.
“Names Reacher, Detective Finlay sent me for the report on the John Doe that was brought in?” He kneels and takes off the gloves then places your shoes on your feet. He holds his hand out and helps you off the desk. He doesn’t let go until you do, and you’re finally able to really get a look at him.
First of all, he’s freaking huge, you stagger back a little and he towers over you even in your heels. He folds his hands in front of him respectfully and you shrink down a little. He doesn’t… seem like he’s going to try anything, but you’re more than sure he could crush you with those very…very large biceps. They make shirts in that size???
He clears his throat and you blush, because hell yeah you’re staring and step a bit closer to him to grab the folder off your desk.
“Uh…y-yeah I have that report. It’s- it’s not finished though I’m by myself and-“
“Can I help at all?”
That was the day he became an assistant ME for an afternoon. You were so nervous around him. He watched your hands shaking while you filled out the report, and while he tried not to seem so… big, it didn’t really work. It took a good 45 minutes for you to finally calm down and start talking to him.
Every time he was at the station he’d come down to your little area, sometimes he’d stay there for a bit and talk to you. You’d eventually started opening up to him the 5th time he’d come down, he put his hands on your hips and lifted you to reach a new box of gloves your colleague purposely put on the top shelf just to mess with you and you went on a mini rant.
“He’s always doing that!! I mean- I’m not that short!! Oh, so he’s five fuckin’ nine big whoop! How about I show him I’m closer to his junk!” You stomp your foot and he nods, watching you throw your tantrum. Because you were that short, especially to him. He finds himself watching the way you…bounce with every angry pace across your office.
“You want me to take care of it for you?” He doesn’t like to get involved but for you? He’d consider it.
You sighed and smiled a bit at him as you stopped pacing “No… I got it. But thanks for listening” You pat his hand and for the first time in a long time, he felt his heart skip a beat.
After that? Jonathan, your coworker, made sure to always keep things on the perfect shelf for you.
“So uh- are you busy today?” You get up from your desk, put away a couple of files, and walk around the front, hopping up on it. You cross one leg over the other and smooth out the front of your shirt. His eyes stay on your thighs for a minute before they travel lazily back up to your face. Your cheeks are pink as he shrugs.
“Nope”
He was, but he could blow off Finlay and Roscoe for a few hours, they probably wouldn’t care anyway.
“Okay well uh-“ you smooth your shirt out again a nervous habit apparently that he thinks is cute. “Would you like to go out with me? Maybe we could go to lunch or dinner or something?”
“What kind of car do you have?”
You tilt your head quizzically and he has to keep from reaching out to stroke your plush thigh.
“A Volks- Ohhh…”
“Mhm, what time do you get off?” He smirks and you shrug, looking up at the clock.
“Well, now. It’s my early day, maybe I can give you my address? And you can pick me up in an hour or so?”
He stands up out of the chair and takes a step toward you. You’d open your legs but you’re not sure they could stretch enough for him, instead, he comes closer, getting in your personal space, you can feel the heat radiating off his body, his cologne filling the small space.
“I know where you live”
“Of course you do” You scold him playfully and he hooks his finger under your chin, titling your head up to look at him.
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t. Two o’clock sound good to you?”
“Mhm! Sounds perfect” Your eyes flit to his lips and right back to his eyes and he chuckles, letting you go and turning to leave.
“See you soon”
What the hell do you wear on a date??
What the hell do you wear on a casual, out-of-nowhere, I didn’t think I’d get this far, date with a man like Reacher?
It’s getting closer to two as you tug at the roots of your hair, you hiss at yourself and re-fluff your hair, because if there’s one thing you got right, it’s your hair.
You’ve thrown at least half your closet out and the other half is coming next. You dig through the pile next to you and come up with a pair of denim short shorts.
It’ll do.
You yank them on and fish for a nice-looking top, maybe something cute?? You’ve known Reacher for months now and you know he’s not gonna be doing any dressing up. So you just decide on a Rolling Stones t-shirt that you’d cropped a while ago. It’s a bit tattered and old but damn does it make your shorts look even cuter.
You root around in the bottom of your closet for your cowboy boots, your dad had given them to you for Christmas years ago and they were still the best pair of shoes you owned. They withstood anything you threw at them, you dust them off and slip those on before going to the mirror.
You shoot off a picture to Neagley and wait for her to respond as you look around for a bag to use. You’re knee-deep in the mess when your phone goes off, after a hearty laugh at your cowgirl aesthetic, she tells you how cute you look. You send her back the sweetest video of you flipping her off!
You’re busy grumbling and shoving stuff into your green bag, the one with all the pockets and patches on it when your doorbell rings.
You snatch your phone from your bed, two o’clock exactly.
Of course, he’s on time.
You throw the rest of your crap in and push yourself up off the floor.
“Coming!!!”
Reacher stands outside your door, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a bunch of wildflowers he’d grabbed on the way over, roots and all. He picks at a few of the roots as he hears a weird crashing noise from inside before the door suddenly swings open.
You brush the hair out of your face and lean awkwardly against the doorframe.
“Hey!”
“Hey… did you- did you just fall down the stairs?” He looks over your head into your house and you pull the door shut just a little
“….Just the last couple ones. Anyway are those for me!??” You take them from him and even if they’re a bit ridiculous you can feel your heart soaring because he’d decided to do it in the first place.
“Uh- yeah, you know, mom always said never to show up at a lady's house empty handed”
“She’d be really proud of you” You positively beam as you step aside. “Here, come in!! I’ll put these in water and then we can go!”
He follows you inside and shuts the door as you bounce off to the kitchen, he shamelessly watches your hips swaying in those tiny shorts. He’d never actually seen you in civilian clothing…it looks good on you.
You grab an odd-shaped bowl you’d lost the lid to a long time ago and fill it with water from the fridge.
“These are really pretty… I like lavender!” You carefully place the roots in the bowl to keep them alive for now and turn to him.
“So I was thinking maybe we could-“ You’re interrupted by your phone ringing, you look at it curiously before sighing.
“It’s my mom, just give me a second”
“Take your time”
As much as he wants, to he doesn’t eavesdrop. Instead, he just looks around your house… it’s nice, very colorful, and very put together. He likes the little tea and coffee bar you have set up, he wanders into the living room and looks over all the pictures you have around your house.
Apparently, you were an only child unless you hate your siblings that much, he’s just pulling some book off your shelf with a blue alien on the cover when you come back in.
“So hey- what are you doing??” your heart stops in your chest and he pushes the spine back into place.
“Nothing. What’s up?”
You take a second to freaking breathe before crossing your arms over your chest.
“So, I guess my mom’s school is having a bake sale? And she wanted my help and-“
“What are we making?”
You blush and shake your head, your curls bouncing “No I couldn’t ask that of you” you laugh a little “We can just go to dinner later if you’d like”
“I’d like to help you. I’d like to spend time with you no matter what we’re doing”
“Really? Even if it’s making peach pies? That’s what she asked for”
“Especially if we’re making peach pies”
You hand Reacher a notepad and a pen and start going through your cabinets and making a list of everything you’ll need to get from the store, which he’s already made sure you knew he was taking you there too, and get ready to go. You grab your bag from the chair and reach out, he hands you the notepad and you stuff it in your bag before reaching out again. He hands you the pen and you roll your eyes, putting that in your bag too before reaching out one more time.
He looks around himself, there’s nothing else you could want?? Unless you want like… a glass of water or something…
You sigh and take his hand, pulling him from your kitchen and out front to his car.
“His” car could fit your car at least 650 times inside it, he walks ahead of you, opening the door for you and you blink.
“You could fit the entirety of the Miami Dolphins in here”
“I feel like that’s not true”
You hoist yourself up into the cab and he stands behind you, making sure you don’t fall back out, as soon as you’re situated he comes around and gets in himself. He really fits the car, he fills the seat out so nicely, that you look away when he looks over at you with a smirk.
“Buckled in?” He asks as he turns it on and you nod
“All set”
He backs out of the driveway and you’re off, you feel weirdly small in the seat, your feet just barely rest on the ground when you sit back fully, you’re looking out the window when you feel his heavy hand rest on your thigh, you look over and his palm is facing upward, he doesn’t look at you but you smile anyway and take his hand, wrapping your fingers around his.
He doesn’t let go of your hand until you pull away from him to grab a cart to push around, you hand him the list and he goes through it with you, it’s so oddly domestic in the way you’re shopping together, he reaches things on the high shelves for you, his body pressed into yours each time, even with the tiny shorts on you’re starting to feel hot.
Every item he puts in the cart gets a stupid pun out of you, and after you wheeze out the last sugar joke he can’t help but crack a smile, you squeal and beat on his arm.
“I knew I could make you laugh!!”
“I wouldn’t call that a laugh”
You shake his arm and he snickers because he’s moving for you. You skip ahead of him, pretty damn proud of yourself and he watches you, there’s a weird ache in his chest every time he looks at you, especially while you’re dramatically spinning around in the aisles and being an all-around idiot as you sing and dance along to the music playing in the store.
As you stand in line for the checkout you go over the list, making sure you’ve got everything.
“Crap we forgot vanilla… how could we forget vanilla??? Hey Reacher, do you mind-“
“Aisle three right? I’ll be right back” He’s already jogging off as you scoot ahead in line, you start putting things on the belt and greet the cashier before standing and waiting for your things to be rung up. You tap the little ledge waiting patiently as “Mike” rings up your groceries.
“So you gonna be doing some baking?” He asks as he puts the flour in a bag for you and you nod
“Oh yeah, for my mom's bake sale”
“Oh that’s cool, so you’re from around here? I see you shop here often”
“Uh…yeah I guess” You chuckle awkwardly as you pull out your card waiting for your total, he seems to be taking his sweet time ringing you up.
“I’m just getting settled in myself, had this job for about a month... I’m not really sure of any good places to eat, maybe I could pick you up sometime? We could go out somewhere?”
“Uh-“
“Her date nights are taken”
Reacher puts the comically tiny bottle of vanilla down on the belt and you look up at him, he places his hand on your lower back and takes your card from you, patting your butt to move you along
“Let’s hurry up and get out of here, I’m not having my mother-in-law kill me because I’m late with some pies.”
Mike looks like he’s just shit his pants as he scans the vanilla, suddenly he can’t get you out of the store fast enough. Reacher holds your hand at the same time he pushes the cart out to the car, he helps you in again and puts the groceries in the backseat before getting in the car.
“Mother-in-law?” You take his hand before he even offers it and he scoffs, but you can see the light blush on his cheeks.
“I’m not lettin’ some punk creep hit on you”
“Oh is there like, a particular reason?” You draw shapes on the smooth skin of his hand and he shrugs
“What’s that mean? You’re the one that asked me out.”
Your mouth drops and he snickers, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.
You grow pouty as you walk into your house, he carries the bags in and sets them on the counter. He crosses his arms and leans back as you begin to unpack the bags, his eyes narrow and you turn to him.
“What?”
“How are you making peach pies, without peaches?”
He pushes himself up off the counter and comes up behind you, your breath hitches as he reaches in the bags and finishes unpacking for you.
“You done pouting?”
“If I say no?” You crane your neck to look up at him and he leans down, kissing your forehead
“I have ways of putting a smile back on your face”
You look down slowly, your eyes widening and his chest rumbles as he chuckles. He pulls you back into him, rubbing your sides and you squirm a little.
“So, peaches?”
His chest is hard against your back, you put your hands over his as he wraps them around your waist.
“I have a tree, in back?” He doesn’t let you go so you shuffle to turn you both around and look out of your kitchen window, a large peach tree sits in the back corner of your yard, there’s a swing attached to it and a blanket on the ground beneath that
“You want help picking?” He bends down to rest his chin on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear as he asks in hushed tones. Your face heats up and you turn your head, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes.
“That would be nice… thank you”
Instead of being a normal person, and reaching for the peaches, Reacher puts you on his shoulders, his hands firmly holding you in place as you toss peaches down into a basket, cheering each time you make it in, while he laughs every time you miss.
“Hey…” He taps your thigh and you look down at him for a moment, pushing his short hair back and messing it up a little.
“What’s up?” You go to toss a few more peaches in, frowning when you miss the last one.
“What was your first impression of me?”
“What?” You laugh a little, giving his hair a small tug in the right direction and he brings you closer to the tree
“What was your first impression??”
“What was yours” you counter
“I thought you were pretty, still do.”
“Oh… well- that just kinda makes mine seem stupid”
“I highly doubt that” He chuckles “C’mon…tell me”
“I for sure thought you were going to throw me through the wall”
“I’m sorry what?” You feel him chuckle and you smack the top of his head
“Don’t laugh at me!! You’re like… the size of a small bus or something!”
“A small bus??”
“Are you gonna tell me I’m wrong?!”
“Jesus I wasn’t gonna hurt you! I’m not that intimidating!”
“I know that now!! Now you’re just a teddy bear… with really big arms”
“I’m not-“
“You’re just the biggest sweetie” You purr “Always a gentleman, you bring me snacks!”
“You do like your snacks” He walks you over to another branch and you smile.
“You even make sure I’m staying hydrated, you just- you come to see me so often”
“I like bein’ around you what can I say”
“You do? really?”
“Thought I made that real clear when I let that asshole know who you belonged to”
Your eyes widen as you keep quiet, he snickers and brings you over to the last branch where you distractedly pick a couple.
You’re turning one in your hand, looking it over when he rolls his eyes
“You gonna toss it in or not?”
“How could you even ask me that?” You put it down in front of his face and turn it for him “Look at how soft and luscious this looks! Look at the color!”
He’s slowly stroking your thighs as he listens to you explain why it’s the perfect peach, he can feel the vibrations of you talking and the way you wiggle in excitement, completely secure, knowing he won’t drop you. You take a big bite of it and moan softly, your eyes roll back and you nod appreciatively.
“Oh yeah, oh this is good, mhm. You want some? Have you ever had peaches?”
Reacher carefully moves one of your legs off his shoulders, taking you down carefully so your legs wrap around his waist.
“Not really no”
He leans in, capturing your lips in a blazing kiss. It's passionate and hungry, filled with all the pent-up desire he's been apparently holding back. Your hands tremble as they clasp around his neck, his tongue dips into your mouth, tasting the sweet peach on your lips.
Oh, okay, yeah it did taste good.
“W-what… what was that for?” You mumble dizzily as he pulls away and he looks at you, his eyes staring at your lips again.
“You asked if I wanted some”
“Oh…okay”
“Again?”
You nod dumbly and cup his face, bringing him back to you, your fingers thread through the dirty blonde hair and you tug lightly. He groans against your lips, kissing you deeper.
“Harder” He growls into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip and you gasp, pulling at his hair harder and he grins, hoisting you up higher in one arm before squatting down and grabbing the basket of peaches.
“Don’t we have work to do?”
“After that? Are you kidding me??”
He carries you back into your house and sets you down on the counter before going to your large sink and dumping them all in to wash like he hadn’t been just about to toss you onto the ground outside and take you right there like some kind of wild animal.
“Doesn’t your mom need this by like… a time that you didn’t tell me”
You giggle and cross your leg over the other, leaning back on your palms, you’re purposely displaying your body for him and he knows it. He turns to you, his hands on his hips
“Are you propositioning me?”
“I am, yes”
“Oh okay I was just making sure”
He wastes no time in yanking his shirt over his head, he’s in front of you in two large steps and you scramble back a little on the counter, he grins darkly as he grabs your thighs, pulling you back to the edge of the counter.
“Now you want to run? Oh Princess, no. You want it, don't you? You want me to take you hard and fast, to make you mine."
You nod quickly, your cheeks on fire as he lifts your hips and yanks your shorts down in one easy swoop. He stares at the silky red panties for a moment and you blush.
“I-I wanted to kinda hype myself up you know?”
“I think it was a good decision” he can see the small wet patch on the front of them, and he smirks at how wet you are
"Fuck, you're dripping for me already, aren't you? Such a needy little thing."
He rubs your slick folds teasingly, avoiding your aching clit and you whine, spreading your legs for him more. He pulls you down to him, kissing your neck as he fumbles with his jeans, pushing them around his hips. He grinds against you, his clothed cock creating delicious friction against your clit and your back arches with the counter.
You both moan as he grinds against you, dry humping you into the counter, you claw at his shoulders, your body trembling beneath his.
“That’s my good girl, you want my cock? Hm? You wanna beg me for it, little thing?”
Your head falls back against the counter as you grind against each other, his large cock throbs between your legs and you reach down as far as you can, tugging at his boxers.
“Please, Reacher? Please please-“ You gasp, your voice stuttering as he ruts harder against you “F-fuck me”
“I won’t be gentle” He kisses the shell of your ear, turning you over and putting you against the counter.
“I don’t want you to be”
He notches the swollen head of his dick at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock
"So fucking tight and wet for me. You were made for my cock, weren't you?"
He sinks inside you, working you slowly for a minute, with shallow thrusts to get you used to his size. It doesn’t surprise you in the least that he’s that big you’re surprised you’re not splitting at the seams. Your eyes roll back as he thrusts in and out, in and out. Eventually, that slow pace starts to speed up, you mewl into the cool countertop beneath you and he grins wickedly.
“All you had to do was ask”
One hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back as he rails you from behind.
"Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch like the desperate little slut you are."
You cry out his name, gripping the other edge of the counter helplessly, every hard thrust sends you flying forward as he rearranges your guts in the middle of the kitchen. He pulls you up to his chest, crossing both arms over your chest and using you like a toy.
"You like this, don't you?" he growls in your ear. "Being bent over and fucked like a cheap whore in your own kitchen. I bet you've fantasized about it, haven't you? Imagined me taking you hard and fast, giving you what you really need."
Months of pent-up sexual tension, lingering touches, and stares, all come together as he takes it out on you. His hips snap roughly against yours, the lewd sounds echoing around the kitchen.
His hand reaches down between your legs, working your clit in time with his thick cock and you’re nearly gone. You hold onto his arm as you feel his balls slapping against your soaked cunt with each thrust, they’re so large and heavy, the sensations driving you crazy.
Your pussy flutters around his cock, squeezing him like a vice. He groans, holding back his own release, as you pant out how close you are.
“Fuck Reacher, I-I’m gonna cum, oh god”
He smiles, squeezing you closer to him "Gonna fill this tight little cunt with my cum. Breed you like the needy slut you are."
With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a guttural moan as he explodes inside you, setting off a sort of chain reaction as you scream his name, cumming with him. Thick ropes of his seed paint your walls white, marking you as his as he fucks you through your high.
His hips slow down, moving you up and down his cock before he pulls out. You collapse against the counter, your mouth dropping as you hear his cum plopping on the floor beneath you, dripping from your abused cunt.
He sets you down on your feet, holding onto you tightly as he slowly goes down to the floor and lets you fall into his arms, your legs too jello-y to keep you standing.
He cradles you close to his chest, panting harshly as he leans against the cabinets.
“So… that was great”
You nod fast, snuggling into his chest “Really great. Do you want to move in?”
You knew his situation, everyone knew his situation, you knew he would still be himself and he knew you’d still be you.
And you wanted him to move in with you.
“Yeah okay.”
It takes a half hour for either of you to want to move, Reacher eventually slouched down so far he’s laying flat on his back with you on his chest. He draws little shapes on your bare skin as you lie on the floor together.
“Have you mopped recently?”
You swat at his chest and he snickers
“I’ll have you know I just did yesterday!”
“You missed a spot” he points to the puddle on the floor and you slap his chest again.
“Reacher!!”
You smile as you take the money from the little girl and hand it to Reacher, he stuffs it in the cash box in his lap and you hand her a peach pie.
“Have a nice day!” You wave as she runs off. Your mother comes over, looking over the table, most of your pies were sold out by now and she wanted you to make a second batch.
“Things are going well! We might just be able to afford that new playground by the end of the month. Hopefully, you’re feeling better honey, are you sure you should be working after you fell down the stairs?”
Your cheeks flush deeply and Reacher snorts, That was the only excuse you could think of when you showed up limping to the bake sale and Reacher decided to just carry you the rest of the way to the table.
“I’m sure! I’m perfectly fine, Reacher is taking care of me”
“That’s for damn sure” He mumbles under his breath as he takes a sip from his water bottle. You elbow him in the side and he snickers
“Thanks for taking care of my little girl Mr. Reacher” Your mother smiles and you shrink down in your seat as he grabs one of the peach pies, eating nearly half of it in one bite.
“Oh, believe me, ma’am, the pleasure is all mine.”