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Friends with Sweatshirt Benefits (2/?)

(GIF by the talented @chrisevansedits)

Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Jake Jensen x female reader

Warnings: Yenzy being ridiculously soft and cute, mention of legal age binge drinking, explicit sexual content- making out and groping, light nudity, explicit language, friends with benefits (must be 18+)

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: I just needed a little super soft Yenzy today 🥺❤️

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Yenzy x y/n

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"Yenzy?" You whisper-yelled down the darkened hallway, giggling to yourself, you tiptoed to his room, knocking on the door before pushing it open far enough to peek your head in.

"Y/N?" you heard him ask in surprise, "come in..." he offered.

You pushed his door open, teetering tipsily on your heels before stumbling into the room. You looked around the dimly lit space, blinking your eyes back into focus before finding Jake in his bed. His arm was tucked lazily behind his head with a book in his hand.

"Hey" he smirked, laying the book to his bare chest as you made your way to his bed, bringing one knee up and kneeling at the edge as you smiled coyly.

“Shut up” you whined, playfully, “this is how cute you look just sitting in bed?”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at your shameless flirting.

"Need any help getting tucked in?" you raised a brow suggestively, crawling into bed and lying down next to him.

Yenzy watched you with amusement, his eyes dipping to the plunging neckline of your dress.

"Hey, special friend" you purred, batting at his chest and accidentally knocking his book off when you finally made it up the bed, "whatcha doing?" you smirked.

"Hi, y/n" he laughed, taking his glasses off and putting them and the book on his bedside table, you took this gesture as an invitation to join him further up the bed, nestling into the crook of his arm and resting your head on his chest.

Jensen's breath hitched in his throat as he watched you snuggle comfortably into his side.

"I was reading" he managed to find his words after a beat, "what are you doing?" Yenzy asked with a nervous laugh, bringing his arm down but not really knowing where to put it.

He finally settled for the middle of your back, tentatively placing it there as you tilted your head to look at him. Your goofy grin made him want to kiss you as his gaze fell to your tempting lips.

It had been a few weeks of stollen kisses and light groping, always you initiating, but Yenzy wasn’t complaining. He was even getting less and less jittery with every lip lock.

"Birthday bar crawl" you sighed, "but the girls wanted to stop here to pre game with the hockey boys..."

"And you're not pre gaming?" he asked, rubbing his hand gently up and down your spine.

"I wanted to find you" you smiled, bashfully, resting your chin over your hand at his bare chest. Yenzy's cheeks flushed pink, rushing to the tips of his ears. 

"That so?" he goaded, "and what did you need me for?"

You bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you blinked at him, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. Yenzy licked his lips, hesitating for only a moment before he pushed up on his elbow, brushing a soft kiss over your lips.

Your stomach flipped as a sigh spilled from your blooming chest. His lips so soft against yours.

Yenzy ooofed, the breath punched from his lungs when you consumed him in a needy kiss, swinging your leg over his narrow waist and sweeping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned when your hand ran up his chest to the back of his neck, fingers carding though his hair and giving it a light tug.

You ran your hand back down the span of his tone body, Jake's lower half pressed under the comforter as his arm circled around your back, gripping as the curve of your hip and swallowing your moans.

A shiver ran down your spine when Yenzy's knuckles ghosted up and down your back, full on making out now. He groaned against your lips, gripping your sides and pulling you on top of him.

"And you're all gussied up for the bars?" he murmured, the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.

"My friend’s birthday" you said, sitting up to straddle his waist and smiling fondly down at him. You could get used to seeing him from this angle.

"And... uh... are pants optional at this party?" Yenzy teased warm fingers over the bare skin at your thighs, your dress bunched up over your legs and barely covering your panties.

"I wish pants were optional at this party" you giggled, pressing up on your knees and leaning down into him. Your lips finding his as your hand dipped below his comforter and cupped his bulge through his sweatpants.

"Hmmmm" Yenzy hummed, "hey...uh...?" he continued nervously, breaking the kiss and taking your wrist as he gently lifted you back into his lap while sitting up, "think we should... probably talk" he started.

"Said no fun person at a party EVER" you pouted out your bottom lip playfully as Yenzy snorted, reaching over and grabbing his glasses off the table before putting them back on.

"Too serious" you frowned as he rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead before he continued.

"Y/N... it's just..." you were having a hard time focusing on Yenzy’s words with his thumbs rubbing absentmindedly into the curve of your hips, "you know I gotta focus on hockey and school and I..." his words were strangled on a groan when you started kissing along his chiseled jawline.

"How about you focus on those things an' I'll focus on your cock?" you whispered before sucking on his earlobe.

"Christ" Yenzy choked, pulling away only to press his forehead to yours as he cradled your face in his large hands, a growl rumbling low in his chest.

Your hands ran down the length of him, tracing every chisel muscle in his torso before dipping between you and rubbing over the hard length in his lap. Yenzy grunted, eyes screwed shut as his pink lips parted.

"First I'll start with my mouth" you smirked, kissing along his neck as he bucked into your hand with a groan, "then I'll..." but you were cut off when Yenzy crashed his lips to yours as he pulled you back down on the bed with him, his resolve dissolving as your tongue swept past his lips.

"Fuck" he groaned, "you're so fucking hot... I... fuck..."

"I just wanna ride your fat cock, Yenzy" you moaned as he scrambled to lift you while pushing the comforter down, you were now straddling his hips with no blanket barrier while he pushed your dress up, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing through your panties as you purred against his lips.

You cupped Yenzy though his pants, panties going damp when he twitched in your hand with a grunt.

"Hey, y/n?" you heard the birthday girl call from the stairs, "where are you?" she sang with a hiccup and a giggle.

Yenzy let out a heavy exhale as he stilled his ministrations and you broke the kiss, both of you panting as you sat up.

"Is she with Cappy?" you heard another friend ask.

"No... Cappy already left for the bar" someone else chimed in.

"Y/N... we gotta go" the birthday girl whined, "I wanna do my birthday shots..."

"Did she fall asleep in Cappy's bed?" you heard someone ask at the sound of heels climbing stairs.

"Coming" you yelled to your friends “gimme a minute,” you called, smirking down at Yenzy's pants tent before you moved to stand up, climbing off of him carefully and pulling your dress back in place.

"That's a really short dress" Yenzy smirked, watching you appreciatively as you checked your reflection in the mirror that hung on the back of his bedroom door, "you sure you're not gonna get cold?" he asked, standing up and adjusting his sweatpants before crossing the room to his desk.

"I'll be fine" you assured, bending over to fix your heel as your dress rose up, giving him a peek of your round ass in your thong panties.

You heard Jensen swear under his breath as you stood up, turning and walking over to him while his mouth hung open- brain glitching a little at the glimpse you just gave him.

"You OK?" you giggled, running your hands up his chest as he leaned into your touch with a groan.

"Can you wear this... please?" he asked, pulling his zip up hockey hoodie off the back of his chair and wrapping it around you.

"It has your number on it" you smirked, looking down at the hoodie as he helped you shrug it on, "and your name..."

"And it covers your ass" he smiled, reaching to grab the zipper before zipping it up to your chin.

"And why do I need my ass covered?" you goaded, taking a step towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck as you pressed into his chest with a knowing smirk.

"Just..." he shivered at your touch before leaning down and pecking a soft kiss to your lips, "wear it... please?"

"Anything for you, Jake" you whispered, giving him one more chaste kiss before turning on your heels. Yenzy blew out an exhale, a soft smile spreading across his flushed face as he watched his name and number -scrawled across your back- skipping from his room.

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Lucky🍀

look at this loser

I adore

I adore him, too! ❤️

Lapper

Pairing: Motocross!Jake Jensen x Female Reader Summary: Jake is a loser on the tracks, but a winner in your heart. Word Count: Over 840 Warnings: Brief explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. receiving), light fluff, Jake Jensen getting the love he deserves (is that a warning?) A/N: Meet Loser and Lucky! This is set before Starting Gate, but we'll see more of them in this AU. Thanks to you @edwardbaldwin and @blizzspeaks for inspiring Jake for this AU. @drabblewithfrannybarnes @yarnforbrains @ysmmsy @blackwidownat2814 as well! I hope you lovelies enjoy. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Jake Jensen is a loser. 

Ask any of the riders or spectators and they’ll tell you the man has never won a single race. 

It’s not that he’s bad at the sport. He tries. He just isn’t as great as the others. 

Most of them didn’t understand at first why he continued to go on the track.

The truth is, he loves motocross. 

Points and standings didn’t matter to him and he couldn’t care less if he had a wall of trophies or medals. They would be nice, but they weren’t a reflection of the love he had for the sport.

The guys respected him for that. Even Maddox didn’t give him too much grief.

Putting on his helmet and getting on his bike, he was a loser on his own terms.

And the luckiest guy in the sport because he had you.

He excitedly told everyone you were going to a race before they met you. The pit lizards didn't pay much attention to him, so everyone was intrigued by this mystery girl.

They were shocked when you showed, waving to Jensen with a bright smile.

Since that day and every race you attended after, he hadn’t crashed once. He even managed to move up in the standings. 

Everyone called you Lucky. 

Seeing you whenever he removed his helmet put a dopey smile on his face. 

After the first race you attended, he half expected you to be embarrassed since he was lapped.

You ran into his arms, uncaring of the dirt or anything else, as everyone stopped and stared.

You peppered kisses across his jaw before pressing your lips against his. The moment his lips parted, you licked into his mouth and pushed yourself closer.

The obscene moan torn from his chest wasn’t missed by anyone close by.

“C’mon. You deserve a treat,” you declared when you gave him a chance to breathe.

“I didn’t win,” Jake protested as you took him by the hand and tugged him away. “I smell.”

“And I want your cock in my mouth. We’ll get waffles after.”

That was the beginning of the two of you being caught in compromising positions, usually with Jake’s pants around his ankles.

He was shy about it at times, but that was mostly for your dignity.

“What if we get caught again, Lucky? Pretty girl, I don’t-”

“Let them see,” you said every time, unbothered by anyone seeing you pleasure your man.

Whenever his cock plunged into your wet mouth or pussy, any and all shame went out to the window.

“God, that’s it. Moan for me. Fuck, you take my cock so well.”

“Fucking hell,” Ari grumbled the last time he found you on your knees behind one of the trailers, turning on his heel and keeping anyone else from heading over.

Jake’s eyes widened before they rolled back, forgetting about everything else around him as you hollowed out your cheeks.

“Again?!” Steve asked in the background as you took Jake deeper in your throat.

You winked as you bobbed your head faster, determined to make him spill down your throat. You knew he was close.

“My toolbox is over there. He makes a mess on it-” Chris began.

“You know he won’t do that,” Steve cut him off.

“Should call him ‘Lucky’. Fucking bastard’s always getting laid,” Ari said.

“How?” Bucky questioned, exhaling slowly when Jake yelled “fuck!”.

Everyone wanted to know how he got a girl like you.

“When you figure it out, let me know,” Ari said, shaking his head.

Bucky walked off on his own to drown out the sounds of Jensen's orgasm, almost running into Natasha.

“Woah. Where’s the fire?” she asked.

“No fire. Just Loser getting his dick sucked.”

“Again?” the redhead smirked. “Wait, what’s the matter? You’re not into Lucky.”

“No, I’m not,” Bucky swore. 

Everyone was protective and respective of your relationship.

Even if he wanted you, he wouldn't fuck with Jensen. He not only appreciated him being ex-military, but he was smart enough to do damage to his bike without getting caught.

Sometimes you had to look and watch out for the nice guys.

“It doesn’t matter,” the brunette shut down quickly.

Natasha watched Bucky closely as you and Jake emerged minutes later, hand in hand and ready to go to your favorite diner for waffles.

The dopey smile was back on Jake’s face, his cheeks red as he adjusted his glasses.

There was longing in Bucky’s eyes, but it wasn’t directed at you or Jake.

“You know, I still haven’t won a race,” Jake said as he walked past them.

“You’re still a winner to me,” you stated, walking closer by his side.

Bucky looked away with a slight clench in his jaw. Jake hadn’t podiumed once, but you cheered him on like he finished first every time.

Natasha knew what the problem was: her friend wanted what Loser and Lucky had. 

Someone who didn’t care about the wins and losses. A person who simply cared.

“You’ll get a Lucky of your own one day,” she told him. 

She’d make sure of it.

*****

We'll see more of Loser and Lucky, along with Hothead and Spitfire, soon. Love and thanks! ❤️