MultiFandom Oneshots (Smut)

In the Alleyway? (Jacob Frye x Male Reader)

You'd somehow managed to find a small empty alleyway in the bustling city that was London. Jacob was pressed against the wall, held still by your hands and your body against his. His lips were on yours, slightly chapped but you'd expected it. Arms wrapped around your shoulders to hold you close, yours on his hips.

Jacob pulled back with a quiet gasp, his eyes downcast as his chest heaved. You moved your hands from his hips, running up his sides to his shoulders and then to the small bit of brown hair on his neck. You smiled down at him, tilting his head up so he could look at you.

His face had turned a pretty red as he stared up at you, eyes slightly dazed already. You chuckled quietly before pressing your lips back against his, the grip on your shoulders tightening at the motion. Your hands ran back down his body, one resting on his hip while the other pressed against the growing bulge under his uniform.

Jacob whined against you, his voice shaking as he pressed his hips forward into your hand. You were the one to pull away, giving a breathy laugh at the sight below you.
"Look at you, Jacob," you whisper in his ear. "Rutting against another man."

He arched his back off the wall, eyes closing as he cursed you quietly. "Don't say it like that," he groans, letting out a moan that was a little too loud for comfort. You covered his mouth with your free hand, looking down the alley to make sure no one had decided to snoop.

"Best stay quiet. Don't wanna get caught," you say, removing both hands from his body, slotting a knee in between his legs. He groaned in response, nodding nonetheless as he started to grind against your leg. Breathy moans and whines came from him as he rutted against you. Jacob's fingers dig into your shoulders, his eyebrows furrowing.

His hips stuttered when you leaned down to kiss along his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. The hands on your shoulders moved to your hair and he forced you away from his neck to pull you into a hot kiss. He pulled away for a brief moment to catch his breath before pressing back against you, his hips faltering the longer he grinded against you.

You let him for a while, watching his face carefully. You could tell when he was close, his face was bright red, sweat beading down his face. The sounds he made were becoming more frequent though they were choked out, high pitched. You pulled away from him completely, stepping back.

Gasping, Jacob leaned back against the wall, clear agitation on his face. "Why- why'd you stop," he pants, looking up at you. You simply smiled at him, eyeing him up and down before stepping towards him again.

A pitiful whine came from him when you tilted his head back, brushing your lips against the sensitive skin where his ear met his neck. "I enjoy seeing you like this," you admit against his skin, missing the way his breath hitched in his chest. "I want it to last."

Jacob opened his mouth to speak, cutting himself off with a groan when you pressed your hand over his dick again. He shivered as you palmed him, his head falling back to hit against the wall behind him. He moved to rut into your hand, groaning when you removed it again. "Don't be greedy, Jacob."

Jacob cursed under his breath, keeping his hips still when you returned your hand. You grinned against him, applying a light pressure to his dick as you kissed along his neck. Jacob's breathing picked up again, his eyes fluttering shut. You moved from his neck, kissing along his jawline before pulling him back for another open mouthed kiss.

Your tongue brushed against his and he whimpered into your mouth. The sound was godly coming from him. This master assassin torn down to whimpers and pleads just from your touch, your words. You took pride in it, and you let him know, whispering low into his ear.

He was shamelessly grinding into your hand at this point. His breath was hot against your face as he held you close. His hands found your jaw and he pulled your face even closer to his, letting you hear his almost inaudible whines. His sounds spurred you on and you managed a hand under his shirt, fingers scraping over his stomach.