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Warnings: non/dubcon, naivety, horny Jake, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Jake Jensen
Summary: you marry your online boyfriend only to find that IRL is much more intense. (plus!reader)
Note: another one i didn't expect!
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You hold back a giggle as you stare at the screen. Even through webcam, Jake looks nervous. His cheeks are red as he recites the line after the officiant, his eyelashes flickering as if he can’t focus. Your own heat is racing.
“...see no impediment to why I should not be wed...” He continues.
Your eyes almost cross as your cheeks bulb. It’s not every little girl’s dream wedding but that’s never been something you cared about. You didn’t want to be let down if it never happened. This is perfect though. You’re marrying him. Someone who makes you laugh. Someone who listens.
He finishes the same avowal you gave and officiant squints as the read through their script. You fix your pearl head band, glad your fidgeting hands are out of frame. Jensen wipes his forehead as the final line comes.
“I now declare you husband and wife from this day forth,” he proclaims.
You give a giddy shimmy and Jake blows a kiss before bashfully looking away. The officiant congratulates you and you thank him. They leave the call and screen comes up in the app confirming your marriage is complete. You blink.
“That’s... it?” You murmur.
“Ha, yeah, I guess we’re married,” Jake chuckles.
You smile at the lens, yeah. I’m sorry... sorry I couldn’t come down sooner. It’s expensive right now.”
“You know I’ll wait,” he assures you. “I have.”
“Oh, I know, Jakey.”
He grins, “I love it when you call me that.” He rubs his eyes. “I love being able to see you.”
“It would be nicer in person,” you say. He nods and deflates just a little. His eyes narrow. “What?”
“You’re just so pretty,” he says. “I married the most beautiful woman on earth. Wow.”
“J,” you chide, “please, you’re so lame.”
“Lame and your husband,” he teases.
You chitter again and cup your cheeks as your smile aches, “Jake...”
“Yes, honey,” he says.
“I do have a surprise...” You bite your lip, “for the wedding night.”
“You do?” His eyes round. You nod.
“Can I show you?”
“Yes, honey,” he utters, once more brushing the brims of his eyes.
You get up and back away. Your puffy dress clouds out around you. The layers are short enough that they don’t make you feel too big. You sway and clutch the skirt above your thigh.
“Close your eyes!” You command.
He covers his face and chuckles. You notice his bow tie, a bright green with a little charm in the middle. He’s got his own style but so do you. You love that he just doesn’t care.
You reach back to tug down the zipper. It’s a bit off a struggle but you manage to get it halfway. You wiggle free of the layers and step out. You look up to make sure he’s not watching.
You check the little image of you in the corner, not too closely. The lacy one-piece linger is high-cut on your pelvis and lifts your chest so it jiggles with each breath. You pose and let out a nervous puff.
“Jakey?” You say, “you can look.”
He drops his hands and his mouth falls open. He leans in and blinks. You burn with self-consciousness.
“I-I-I—honey! Oh! My!” He stammers as his eyes look ready to roll back, “that’s... you’re so hot!”
“Really?” You squeal and shimmy. You gasp as your tits threaten to spill over and you catch the top of your chest.
“Oh, fuck, sorry,” he covers his mouth.
“You really like it?”
He peels his hand away, “God, yes.”
You tilt your head and drag your hands down the lace. He groans and shifts.
“Can I see the back?” He asks.
You make a face. You couldn’t find anything that wasn’t a thong. It’s supposed to be sexy but you would feel better with a bit more.
You turn and he growls. You look over your shoulder as he bites his fist. You give a sheepish grin.
“It’s okay?”
“Spec-tacular,” he chokes on the word.
“Yeah?” You face him.
“Baby, what are you doing?” He groans. “I want to touch you so bad. I need to.”
“Me too,” you coo and near the computer. “One day. I wish... I wish it wasn’t like this.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing as long as I got you,” he grits. He stares, hesitant as he searches the screen. “Can we... have some fun?”
“Oh, uh, I... sure,” you can’t say no. It is your wedding day.
“Why don’t you tell me what we’ll do, huh? When we meet.”
“Um, oh,” you bat your lashes, “I don’t...”
“Can you back up again?” He interrupts. “So I can see all of you?”
“Oh, sure,” you obey and back up, pulling the chair with you to sit.
“Open your legs,” he snarls.
A thrill rolls through you and you obey. You watch him as he reaches down and his chest strains. You gulp.
“Well, I’ll wear this,” you begin, “and... I’ll kiss you.”
“Mmm,” he hums, “what else?”
“And I’ll hug you and er, touch you all over.”
He purrs again as his arm moves slowly. You realise he’s touching himself off-screen. You shudder.
“And then, um, um...”
“Will you get on top?” He rasps, “or do you want me on you?” He grunts and pushes his head back, “tell me how you want it, baby.”
You’ve never been good at the dirty talk. It makes you nervous. You’re still not sure if he knows you really don’t know what to do.
“Yeah, you could... be on top.”
“Can I see your tits?” He asks suddenly.
You bat your lashes and another raze of fire spreads over you. You nod and bring your hands up to the straps of the bodysuit. You shiver as he bites his lip.
“Come on, baby, I bet they’re just as gorgeous as the rest of you,” he coaxes. “Mmm, I’m almost there, please?”
You pull the straps down and fold the cups over. Your tits spill out and you squeak. His neck strains and he growls.
“Mm, yes, and they’re all mine. You’re all mine,” he drones as his image shakes, “my wife.”
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