- y las empanadas? -
✧ pairing: jake lockley x f!reader (main) , marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader
✧ summary: jake comes home tired after a long week of work as moon knight and his alters bickering on the way there. but he's heartfelt as soon as he sees his favorite food on the table... and most of all, you in one of his shirts.
✧ genre: fluff/suggestive
✧ warnings: inaccurate depictions of DID/sexual undertone/cursing/nothing hardcore, this is tame
✧ word count: 1.2k
✧ author's note: wooo ok, my third fic let's go. jake calling u spanish nicknames should be its own genre jiji also UM GUYS HELLO ??? THE 1K LIKES ON "your smile, you're everything" ?? IM SIJODFHERUG i am legit screaming guys u have no idea how that made me so happy !! i love y'all sm, ty for all the reblogs and likes, especially the comments :') aside from that, ty @marc-spectorr for the help on coming up with this prompt when i legit have no ideas rn. ur the best, ily !!
(also, hello ?? THE GIF ?? sir please-)
Jake had one hand on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road as he quietly hummed to a song by Joan Sebastián, which eventually ended and another came on by Juanes.
He liked putting on songs while he drove, especially the ones currently playing. They reminded him of you.
Plus, it relaxed him and he needed a lot of relaxation after all the... well, things he had to do for Khonshu, but not just him of course, Marc, and... Steven, too, Jake supposed. Him and Marc just did most of the fighting and tracking down, and Steven handled the talking, at least, he tried to.
Speaking of the British man...
"Oi, when is it my turn to choose a song, bruv? You've been playing your own for the last 20 minutes. Bit unfair, innit?" Steven huffed, eyebrow arched, looking at Jake through the glass window of the cab.
His alter looked back at him with a groan, lowering the volume of the song, "Te quiero decir una cosa, hermano, your songs are just not as good as mine. Sad but honest truth, eh?" Jake replied playfully, shrugging his broad shoulders.
Marc simply rolled his eyes at the man driving. "Well, I do gotta agree with him, Steven. Your taste is... questionable."
"Oi! That's not true..." Steven mumbled, "(Name) listens to my songs, I consider that a win, mate," he confidently added, crossing his arms defensively.
"She listens to everything, buddy, hate to break it to you."
"Oh! Speaking of (Name), I can't wait for us to see her!" Steven exclaimed excitedly with a smile, turning over to Marc, his hands pressed to his heart cutely.
"It's difficult being away from her for so long, I missed her," he frowned.
Marc chuckled at Steven, who had lovesick puppy eyes. He always did whenever he spoke of you. "Yeah, believe me, me too."
Jake, on the other hand, simply gave a small smile at the two, saying nothing. He was also thinking of seeing you.
He didn't show it much when you weren't around, but he was just as in love with you like his alters. Even with the tiredness he somewhat felt, he still was excited to see you, especially your smile and the way your laugh sounded, like music to his ears. Coming home to you was the only thing he looked forward to.
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Eventually, he was home and parked his cab at the usual spot.
Jake grabbed his keys and opened the door to their apartment. As soon as he was in, he noticed the plate of empanadas on the small dinner table the four of you owned.
He smiled warmly at that.
It only grew more when he saw you in the kitchen, barely turning around to see him just as he was taking off his flat cap and hanging it on a coat hook that was by the door. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it as well.
Oh.
He noticed something, though. Were those one of his shirts that you were wearing? Yep, it was. The poor man could feel his pants tighten by the sight in front of him. He smoothed back his curly, ebony locks with a hand, eyes solely focusing on you.
Fuck, he was right. Coming home to you was the best thing.
You squealed his name, going over to him as fast as you could. Although it was super obvious it was Jake, you could always tell the difference between who was who without needing them to speak. All you needed was one look at their body language and bingo. You knew them too well.
"Hey amor," Jake laughed, your arms going around his neck before locking your lips with his, smiling into the kiss. Breaking it off, his lips brushed down to your neck, pressing them against your pulse point, feeling just how excited you were to see him. You pulled away from him with a giggle and gave him a cute smooch on the cheek playfully.
"How was everything?" He asked you, while his eyes roamed over your entire body, specifically admiring the way your legs looked. His large hands placed themselves on your waist, hugging the curves, then low on your hips. He felt the prominent line of your underwear, thumb skimming over it.
It was funny to him. You were in a simple ass shirt and still, you looked effortlessly hot.
You noticed his gaze, his touch, and felt a small shiver go down your spine. Even one year into dating, he never failed to make you feel this way. Damn him.
He smirked and before he could let you answer his question, he replaced it with another. “That my shirt, sweetheart?" His voice low and husky.
You looked up at him innocently and grinned. He would never get over the way your smile brightened up the room. He stared at you, not wanting to look away even for a second. His heart grew twice its size, if that was possible, anyways.
"Maayybe, is that a problem, Mr. Lockley?" You chuckled at him, grabbing his hands that were once on your hips and pulling him to the kitchen. You kept one hand interlocked while the other grabbed an empanada and brought it to his mouth, "This one's of pineapple. Made enough for the three of you. The strawberry vegan ones are in the fridge for Steven."
As Jake took a bite out of the dessert with a chortle, finding it adorable that you even made vegan ones for his alter, you continued speaking. Oh, did he hope you didn't hear his heart beat each second. You had cooked for them, a sweet gesture that he couldn't wrap around his head. For all three of them? Dios, he only loved you more for it.
And bonus, you were in his shirt.
"I think I outdid myself with the empanadas, no?" You smiled up at him, taking a bite as well.
You groaned at the sweet taste. "Oh no, I definitely did!" You looked back at the empanada in your hand, lips stretching up to a grin.
Jake watched you exclaim happily with triumph, to which he laughed in response, the sound deep and rich, "Yes, yes, you did. One of the best I've ever tasted."
Your face lit up in less than a second, "Really? Y-- whoa!" You suddenly found yourself sitting down at the kitchen counter, Jake's grip tight on your hips. Your legs tightened around his waist instinctively. His rough, callused hands roamed down your thighs before hooking themselves on the backs of your knees. He pulled you in further, making your breath hitch in your throat at the proximity. Faces so close, your nose brushed against his.
Jake gave a small smile, mischief dancing in those dark, half-lidded eyes of his.
Your hands settled on his shoulders. One of his own slowly trailed up your inner thigh, wandering underneath the fabric of your shirt, closer and closer to your aching core. You whimpered as his fingers toyed with the edge of your panties, sultry lips ghosting over the curve of your jawline, up to your ear. He chuckled softly.
"I think we can eat the empanadas later, mamita."
✧ translation: "te quiero decir una cosa, hermano" = "i want to tell you one thing, brother"
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