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Jake x Reader - I'll Help (smut)

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Y/N is 22 btw

"Hey, thanks for coming out tonight. I know how busy you are." Jake whispers softly from across the table, laying his hand over mine.

"Me busy?" I laugh,
"You're the detective. I can't even begin to imagine how much you have to work."

"Yeah but, I'll always make time to take you out." He assures, rubbing the tips of his fingers over my knuckles.

"Only 6 dates in and you're so romantic." A smile on my face and butterflies dancing in my stomach at the look he gives me.
Those beautiful eyes.

"I can't help it.
I really like you Y/N." Jake confesses, leaning closer to me and pressing a kiss to my cheek.
His gaze quickly shifts down, yet his face remains close to me.

My hand cups his cheek as I pull him to my lips.

The kiss is slow and sweet, and when we pull back he gives the most adorable smile.

I mirror his expression, giggling and swiping a lock of hair behind my ear.

-

"Well how the fuck was I supposed to know it was Corgan? I swear to god it was Gerard Way. He looks like Gerard Way. AND WHY ARE YOU MAD ABOUT THAT COMPARISON??" I almost yell; laughing and leaning forward on my elbows.

I may have gotten the slightest bit drunk.

"No but you know what?" He chuckles, his hand over half his face.

"What?" I ask as I take another sip of my drink- don't ask me what number it is, I did not count.

"I fucking thought Way had just shaved his head. They look identical." He flicks his hands in front of him, emphasizing the end of the sentence.

"YOU'RE KIDDING. YOU MET HIM TOO?" My stomach aches from the workout all this laughter has given it.

Jake nods, his head falling forward and his hand holding onto my forearm.

-

At some point we're asked to leave- I have zero idea why. But as we spill out of the restaurant doors, Jake pulls out a mint from his pocket.
"Wanna stay over at my place tonight?" He asks, ripping open the crinkly packaging and popping the candy into his mouth.

"Oh uhm... I'm not sure-"

"We don't have to do anything." He cuts me off.

"Really?" I ask, wringing my hands nervously.
Suddenly feel a little more sober.

"Of course." He smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to him.

He passes me one of the mints and I feel a little more relaxed.

"C'mon, let's get a cab." Jake takes my hand and pulls me along with him down the road until we get to an unoccupied taxi.

He gives the driver his address and drops back against the seat; his legs spread open comfortably and his arms over the tops of the seats.

I lean into his chest, my arms wrapped around his waist.

-

We reach his house after about 10 minutes.
I'm a little tired; I don't want to get up.

A light whine escapes me when Jake tells me to get out of the car.

Instead of nagging me, he gets out. Opening my door and lifting me up.

He puts me down to stand and closes the cab door.

Making sure I have my balance, he kisses my cheek quickly before leaning into the drivers open passenger side window, handing him some cash for the ride.