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jake lockley x reader (gender neutral pronouns)

this is a short. I don't have time or an idea to write an entire chapter rn, though we all need some jake lockley in our lives, if even for a few sentences. I honestly just need sleep.

also I used a translator for the spanish. I'm learning the language but don't know it very well yet, so deal with the translations.

t/w for consensual sexual themes (not really described), swearing, drinking

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Y/n wasn't one for going out to clubs and getting shit-faced and blackout drunk so badly they woke up at home, unsure of how they got there. And so, because of that fact, it meant that it wasn't what they were doing on their Saturday night.

Y/n instead went to a bar, alone. Why alone? Well, because they lost contact with their friends and didn't care to initiate it again. It was a lot of effort. They'd do it eventually, probably send something along the lines of 'oh my god my goddamn phone stopped working. I just got it working again. how have you guys been???' and let everyone believe that they didn't stop caring. But that was for another time.

In the moment they were focusing on their drink as they sat on a stool at a bar counter. They twirled the straw in their glass, watching the ice cubes clink. Y/n didn't have enough money to pay for the drink they ordered, however they knew they wouldn't have to pay it by either leaving when the counter was crowded, or by getting someone else to pay their tab. A little fake flirting was never too far out of their range of thought. It got them what they needed.

After a while y/n began to become bored. They scouted the place, waiting for the bar to become busy. No one was eyeing them up so they couldn't use their second tactic - or so they thought, until they caught a mans stare.

Funny thing was, the man didn't look away once they made eye contact. And since y/n was the kind of person y/n was, they didn't look away either. It was only when someone walked across the floor and cut through their stare did it break. When the person passed y/n was slightly surprised to see that the man was gone. That was until they heard a voice beside them.

"¿No puedes mantener tus ojos para ti mismo?"

Y/n tried to keep their composure, though they were confused as to what they man said. They knew very little Spanish. Thankfully the bartender was on their side, as he spoke to y/n while wiping the counter down.

"He said 'can't you keep your eyes to yourself?' You should learn another language. It'll come in handy when you're trying to pick up guys in bars, trust me. I know from experience."

The bartender winked at y/n in a non-flirty way then was off, grabbing some bottles to make a vodka based drink. Y/n looked back at the man, raising an eyebrow at his slight glare towards the bartender. It wasn't hateful, more so annoyed that he had cut into the conversation.

"Would you like me to keep my eyes to myself? I can stop looking at you."

Yeah, as if they would. They'd do whatever the hell they wanted, but the man didn't need to know that. The man didn't need to know anything, really. He looked out of place and tired enough as it was, without y/n describing all their life details to him.

"You can look wherever you want, princesa."

Y/n didn't completely appreciate the nickname that she could translate from Spanish without the bartender, though they weren't able to afford their drink, and the man was somewhat attractive.

Because of those factors it meant that the night took a turn. Neither Jake nor y/n thought that what was happening with one another was genuine -hell, they were both very clearly using each other- though it was fun while it lasted.

Y/n thought the grinding on one another on the dance floor was fun, not to mention the neck kisses -aka the attack of her neck- that happened whilst that was happening. Y/n thought the two of them leaving to go out to Jakes car -which they found out was a taxi- was also really quite fun. And above all, they loved how ruthless Jake was during the sex. He was able to be ruthless while also being somewhat gentle, and they would be lying to say that he could very easily become addicting if they weren't careful.

It was a night well spent for two people who didn't give a fuck about the other.

The best part about y/n's night though, in their opinion, was that neither of them paid the tab.

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