#jake tapper x reader

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White Lie

note: this plot entered my head and refused to leave, so here we go. Enjoy

words: 2.7 k

warning: swearing, smut (unprotected sex)

“Bliss!” you thought, taking in the unique smell of the bookstore. The last few weeks had been crazy, work keeping you on your toes even on the weekends. This was your first free day in over a month, and what was better than spending it at your favorite place in town.

You loved aimlessly browsing the dozens of shelves for something new to read, your favorite pastime since childhood. You were still contemplating about the kind of lecture you were looking for when a bright red book spine caught your attention. You had always been a person who could be easily attracted by a pretty, colorful cover, so your hand instinctively surged forward to grab the book out of the shelf. But before you could get a hold on it, another hand got in your way, blocking yours and snatching the volume right under your nose.

You were about to complain to whoever had the audacity to get between you and a book, when you looked up at the stranger.

“He’s so tall.” Was the first thing that came to your mind, followed almost instantly by “And hot.” You could feel yourself starting to get slightly flustered, your initial anger forgotten.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone else besides me could be that interested in the medias influence on the US’s political relationship with China.” The stranger said. He had a smooth, deep voice, the kind of voice you could easily imagine yourself listing to for hours. You stared at him, your usually quick brain a bit overwhelmed with your body’s visceral reaction to the mans presence .

“Political relationship with China?” you repeated, confused and sounding like the biggest idiot ever to your own ears.

“Yes, because that’s what this is about.” The man turned the book around so you could look at the cover. “You’re aware that you’re in the politics section?” He added, slower, like he was talking to a child.

You tried to collect yourself, you usually prided yourself on your quick-wittedness and you didn’t like how nervous this stranger was making you at all. You didn’t know what it was about him, maybe his imposing figure or his intense gaze, but he was intimidating.

“Oh, yes, I was searching for a similar looking book.” You lied quickly. “My mistake.”

Turning around to another shelf with some new arrivals, you grabbed the first red-spined book that caught your eyes.

“Here. That’s the one I actually want.” You replied, showing the random book to the man. He mustered the cover and a small smirk settled over his face.

“The Hellfire Club, huh? You’re a fan of political thrillers?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Of course, huge fan. I’ve read all of the authors works, been really looking forward to this one. I heard it’s set in New York.” In reality, you didn’t have the slightest clue what this book was about, and even less why you were lying to this random guy about it. Did you just want him off your back, or did you want to impress him, engage him in conversation? He was fascinating and for some reason you felt like this conversation was spinning a bit out of your control.

The man raised his eyebrows at you, looking like he could sense your nervousness.

“It’s a decent book, I guess. But I heard the author is a real prick.” He gave you an almost conspiratorial wink. “I have to go now, but enjoy it. New York is definitely a fascinating city.” He turned around and left in the direction of the checkout.

You opened the book, looking inside to find out who this guy was having such a low opinion about. There was a small picture of the author in there, and as you studied it you felt like you might get sick.

It was the stranger from moments before. Jake Tapper. You had lied to Jake Tapper. You groaned internally, why the hell hadn’t you recognize him?

Yes, you didn’t watch his shows, too little time. But he was something like a celebrity, and you blatantly told him absolute bullshit about his own book in an attempt to appear cleverer than you were. How had this guy been able to unsettle you that way?

“The damn Capitol is literally on the cover, you idiot.” You whispered to yourself, absolutely mortified. You had to go after him and clear this up or you would never rest again.

But as your eyes scanned the bookstore, he was already making his way out, disappearing onto the crowded street.

+++

Two weeks later, you still couldn’t think about the encounter without being totally embarrassed. You had bought the book, and of course it wasn’t set in New York. But it was a fascinating read, you weren’t able to put it away for the whole weekend, finishing it only three days after you purchased it.

At the same time, you weren’t able to stop thinking about Jake Tapper either. Even in the brief moment you shared with him, he had managed to leave a lasting expression, and your thoughts were circling around his dark eyes and deep voice more often than you’d care to admit.

The sound of an incoming email disturbed your thoughts, and as you checked, it your heart did a little jump in your chest. It was the newsletter from your favorite bookstore, announcing an event with no one else than Jake Tapper himself, signing copies of his latest political thriller The Hellfire Club.

Without even thinking about it twice, you signed yourself up for the event. You had to see him again, try to explain yourself and get some closure about the situation, or those thoughts of him would probably haunt you forever.

+++

You’ve been anxiously waiting in line for thirty minutes now, and finally it was your turn. As soon as the man’s eyes landed on you, he raised his eyebrows and a smug smile settled over his face

“And so, we meet again. I sincerely hope the lack of New York content wasn’t too much of a disappointment.”

So he remembered you. Great.

“Ok, I deserve that.” You murmured, embarrassed by the whole situation. You started to regret even coming here, but now you had to get it over with.

“I just came to, well, apologize, I guess. And prove that I’m not an idiot.” Why were you blabbering like that? This man’s scrutiny made you so nervous, his attentive gaze was fixed on you while you were struggling to explain the situation.

“I loved the book, by the way, great style and the storyline was very captivating. Even without New York.” You added, a weak attempt at a joke. To your total surprise, he chuckled, a sound that made you even more agitated. By now, you were sure that your face was the color of a fire truck.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Jake replied. “And no hard feelings about what happened. Maybe I should let my next novel play in New York in reference to our encounter. Also, I am at a bit of a disadvantage here, you know my name but haven’t told me yours.”

You quickly introduced yourself, and he reached over the desk to take the book you held in your hand. When you didn’t let go immediately, his hand stopped, and he looked at you with a puzzled expression. His fingers were brushing against yours, a fact that obviously overwhelmed your brain as you weren’t able to move a muscle to hand over the book.

Touching him made a spark went through you, and from the way Jakes eyes slightly darkened, you could tell that he had felt it as well. You stared into each other’s eyes for seconds until someone in line behind you coughed, and you snapped out of your frenzy.

“I assumed you want me to sign your copy.” Jake mumbled, still holding onto your book.

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry.” You replied hastily, handing him the volume and internally cursing your body for the nervous, awkward way it behaved in front of this man.

Jake grabbed a pen, signing the front page and scribbling a note into the bottom right corner. He handed it back to you, and you opened to read what he had written. It was a row of numbers, and before you could make sense of it, he spoke again.

“That’s my number. I would love to hear some more of your potential book ideas, if you’d be interested. Maybe over dinner, or some drinks?” His voice was smooth, but there was a hint of insecurity, like the smallest crack in his façade.

Was he asking you out? Quick, you told yourself, say something.

“Uhm, yeah, sounds good.” Wow, great response. Pulling yourself together, you added “I’d love to.”

“Great. I’m looking forward to hearing from you, Y/N. Now, I’m sorry, but I think there are some more readers who demand my attention.” Jake said, pointing to the waiting people behind you. “I’ll see you around?”

“Absolutely!” you burst out, your own voice sounding terribly loud to your own ears, and without saying goodbye, you turned around and fled the bookstore.

+++

Back at home, you tried to make sense of everything that had happened. First of all, you had, one more time, acted like a train wreck in front of Jake Tapper. And secondly, it obviously hadn’t bothered him too much, because he had really asked you out.

What brought the next problem, what was an appropriate time to call him? Your head went through every possible option, from phoning him right now to never contacting him again to save yourself from further embarrassment. After some back and forth, you decided to wait another day, that gave you enough time to think about what to say to him.

+++

“Hello, Jake Tapper speaking.”

Hearing his voice was enough to make your own go slightly shrill with nervousness.

“Uhm, hi, this is Y/N, from the bookstore yesterday, you remember?”

“Of course I remember.” Jake replied, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was wondering, if the offer still stands, I’d love to have dinner with you somewhere.” You were proud that you managed to keep your voice steady despite your fluttering nerves.

“Absolutely, whenever your free. How does Saturday sound?”

+++

It was Saturday, and the restaurant you had agreed on was packed with people. The food was great, and the company even more so. After a glass of wine, your initial anxiety had eased down a bit, allowing you to engage in some actual conversation with Jake. He was as fascinating as you had expected, and you found yourself dreamily staring at his eyes and the way they lit up when he was talking about something he was especially passionate about.

You discovered your shared love for books, and the bookstore you had met in in particular, it was Jake’s favorite as well.

“How is it that I have never seen you there before?” you asked.

Jake shrugged, leaning back into his chair.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have much time to go there, and when I do its usually first thing in the morning when they open up. But I buy a book every time. And I’m glad we finally ran into each other.” He leaned towards you again, focusing his eyes on you in a way that made your body heat up.

“I’m glad you even wanted to see me again after that awful first impression.” You mumbled, it was still uncomfortable to talk about that. But Jake just chuckled softly, reaching out to grab your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. For a moment, the soft stroking of his thumb against your skin was everything you could focus on.

“It definitely wasn’t awful, far from it actually. And please don’t assume I wasn’t nervous as well, you are gorgeous and were browsing the politics section of the bookstore. I just had to talk to you.”his voice was dropping a bit as he pressed his thumb down against a sensitive spot on your palm, making you gasp slightly.

Somehow, the knowledge that you had made the Jake Tapper nervous gave your ego a slight boost.

"Well, you didn’t show it, but I’m glad I’m not the only one who felt that way.” You said, squeezing Jakes hand and, in a moment of bravery, began to slide your bare foot slowly against his leg. His sharp intake of breath told you that it had the intended effect on him.

“So you buy a book every time you’re in the store.” You continued, trying to appear unfazed while still keeping contact under the table. “Your bookshelf must be impressive.”

“I have quite the collection.” Jake replied, his voice a low growl now. His pupils were blown, making his eyes appear dark and almost hungry.

With a quick move, he reached under the table to where your foot had almost reached the inside of his tight and grabed your ankle in a strong grip. A tingling sensation went from where was was touching you all the way up to your core and you clenched your legs together.

„Careful, Y/N. Don’t tease me.“ Jake pressed out in a slightly stained voice.

The tension between the two of you was almost palpable by now.

“I’d just love to see your bookshelf, Jake.” you whispered, biting your lip. You wanted this man, and from the way he was watching you, you could tell that the desire was definitely mutual.

+++

One hurried bill and speedy car ride later, you found yourself pressed against Jake Tappers bookshelf by the man himself. Your hands were tangled in his hair as he was kissing you, his own fingers nestling with the buttons of your jeans. Your shirt already lay discarded on the floor along with his own, and the bare skin of his chest felt amazing where it was pressed against yours.

You groaned when Jake moved his lips to your jaw, kissing down your neck and softly biting into the junction of your shoulder. He slid your jeans down your hips, and you hastily stepped out of them before doing the same to his trousers, leaving the both of you in only your underwear.

When you grinded your core against his boxer-clad erection, he roughly grabbed your ass and pulled you over to the sofa.

"Enough with the damn teasing.“ he growled into your ear, pushing you down onto the soft cushions.

“Jake, please.” You whimpered as he unclasped our bra with one hand and pinched one of your bared nipples with the other.

You could barely think straight anymore, aching for his touch, your panties already slick with need. He pulled them down your legs, his fingers leaving a burning trail where they were brushing over your skin.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He whispered when his fingers finally found their way between your tights. He circled your clit, but the soft pressure he applied wasn’t enough for you.

“Please.” You repeated, your voice only a breathy moan by now. “I need more.”

Jake softly swore under his breath, retreating his fingers before standing up and getting rid of his underwear. He took a moment to look down at you, taking in your naked body, splayed out on his couch, your legs spread.

The intensity of his gaze made you squirm and bite your lip in anticipation, he looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Look at you, all needy and ready for me. You are gorgeous, Y/N.” Jake said in a stained voice, before moving to lie on top of you, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss. His erecrion teased your entrance, his hands grabbing your thighs with a hard grip as he slowly entered you. You groaned into his mouth as he filled you until he bottomed out.

With a nudge of your pelvis, you encouraged him to start moving. His pace was slow at first, but he increased his speed as you raked your nails across his back and spurred him on with whispers of his name and pleads to go faster, harder.

“You feel so good, fucking amazing.” Jake growled, one of his hands grabbing a fist of your hair while the other one squeezed your ass, his nails digging into your skin, creating just the right amount of pain to drive you crazy.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and he groaned against your skin as he deepened his thrusts, driving you closer and closer to your climax.

His hard, relentless gaze never left yours as he was fucking you and being the focus of his unwavering attention gave you a heady feeling.

When he told you to come, it almost sounded like a command, and you clenched around him as you reached your peak. He followed you after a few more thrusts, holding you tightly as he came inside you.

“Wow.” You whispered, pressing your forehead against Jakes. He stroked your hair, eyes still settled on you, and it felt as if he could see your every thought.

“That was incredible.” you continued, and Jake hummed in agreement before pulling out and rolling off you. He still watched you with the same unreadable expression for a moment, before he spoke out.

“I want to be honest, Y/N. I hope tonight wasn’t a one-time thing for you.”

Your heartrate that had just slowed down a bit sped up again, a broad, happy smile settling over your face.

“That depends.” You replied.

Jake arched an eyebrow at you. “And on what exactly?”

“How impressive the content of your bookshelf really is.”

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Serendipity

 

note: this story is inspired by how I, when I traveled to DC, picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport. I obviously didn’t meet Jake in the process, but it was still pretty memorable. (actually it was a fckn nightmare, but I can laugh about it now) anyway, here’s some nerdy Jake for you, enjoy :)

pairing: Jake Tapper x female Reader

words: 4.8 k

warnings: swearing, mild smut, questionable star wars references (blame my bf, those are his takes)

 

serendipity

/ˌsɛr(ə)nˈdɪpɪti/

noun

1. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

 

“Cmon, open, you stupid thing.” You muttered, fumbling with the lock of your suitcase. You were supposed to be at the job interview in only three hours and you needed to get ready and change into professional attire soon. But said outfit was in your suitcase and the lock was obviously jammed.

Against your better judgement, you started rummaging through your small hotel room in search of something to break the lock with. The rational part of your brain knew that this wasn’t necessarily a good idea, but you were desperate. This job was the opportunity of a lifetime and you’d be damned if you turned up there looking anything but your best.

You finally found a small knife hidden in a drawer of the wardrobe. You didn’t even want to think about how it got there, but you couldn’t afford to be picky now. You tried sticking the blade between the two pieces of the lock, when you suddenly realized something. The luggage tag was dark green. This wasn’t your suitcase. Fuck.

You were on your feet in a second, taking your phone and calling the airport hotline. You needed this handled, fast. You described the situation in all its direness to a pretty unimpressed lady from the service hotline. She told you that there hasn’t been any luggage left behind that fit the description, which could only mean that whoever the owner of the suitcase in your hotel room was, they likely made the same mistake and took yours home with them. You mentally slapped yourself for buying that unremarkable black suitcase, thinking that should’ve gone for red or another flashy color instead.

“You still have to come back to the service terminal and hand over the luggage item you falsely took with you, ma’am.” The woman told you, still sounding terribly bored. Her job probably wasn’t the most exciting one.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You quickly hung up, grabbing the suitcase in question as well as your purse before sprinting out of the door.  You hailed the first cab you saw in front of your downtown DC hotel.

“To the airport and make it fast please.” You told the driver the second you got into the backseat, dumping the suitcase between your legs.

Lucky for you, traffic was flowing and the trip to the airport didn’t take too long, but you still checked the time every two seconds, your fingers thrumming nervously against the cab window.

Finally at the airport, you threw the money at the cab driver before jumping out of the car and running into the terminal, your eyes scanning the giant hall for the luggage service desk. The second you spotted it; you made your way over. Getting closer, you couldn’t ignore a deep, aggressive voice sounding over the usual buzz of the arrival hall.

“No, ma’am, no you listen to me now. This suitcase is of tremendous importance, the documents in there are incredibly valuable. I want it to be taken care of right now.”

The voice belonged to a man standing in front of the service counter, and judging by the way he was gesticulating, he was pretty angry. But what really drew your attention to the guy was what was next to him. Your suitcase. You ran towards it, dragging its identical twin behind you.

“Sir, excuse me, I think we both have something the other person could be interested in.” you panted, slightly breathless from running.

The man whirled around to face you, and for a moment you were totally struck by how handsome he was. He appeared to be several years older than you, but his grey hair, tall stature and commanding presence made for a really attractive appearance. Also, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you had seen him before, but you couldn’t place him for the life of you. He looked at you for a brief moment before his eyes shot to the piece of luggage next to you.

“Oh, thank god.” He exclaimed, and almost yanked the suitcase out of your hands. "Next time, watch out whose luggage you’re taking.” He snapped. That’s rich, you thought, as if he hadn’t picked up the wrong one as well.

"Hey, no need to be rude.” You muttered, but he didn’t hear you, he was already back to talking the woman behind the service counter,hopefully explaining that everything was solved now and saving you some time. Your own suitcase was still standing next to the stranger, so you decided to just take it.

“You both still need to fill out this form, Ma’am, Sir.” The woman said, and both of you groaned but complied. After hastily scribbling down your details, you bid the lady goodbye and ran back to the cab rank.

The clock was ticking, you still had to get back to the city to make it to your interview in time. A quick look onto your watch confirmed your fears, it already was too late to go back to the hotel, you had to change in a restroom somewhere. You contemplated and decided to take a ride back into the city first and find an opportunity to change there before the commuters would block the freeway.

A cab was pulling up and you already made your way over when suddenly, the man who took your suitcase cut you in line and opened the door of the car. You were not having that, raising your voice to call him out.

“Hey, Mister, that was my cab. You better get in line.”

 “I’m in a hurry, I have to be on air in an hour.” He snapped back, but you were unimpressed.

 “You could be needed in the damn White House in an hour for all I care, I have a job interview, and this is my cab, so step back.” You were usually a patient person, but this guy has been testing you too much already. He raised his hands in a mock defensive gesture before speaking up again.

“Maybe we could split the cab. Where do you need to go?”

 “CNN headquarters.” You replied reluctantly, it wasn’t like where you were headed was any of this mans concern.

 “Interesting, that just happens to be my destination as well.” The stranger mused, now grinning at you. “So, how does splitting the cab sound?”

You begrudgingly agreed and sat down next to him in the backseat. As the engine started going, so did the wheels in your head. He had said that he had to be on air, and he needed to get to CNN as well. Oh…

 “What did you say your name was again?” you asked, nervousness now fairly evident in your voice.

 “It’s Jake. Tapper.” He said, mockingly extending his hand.

Well Shit. That’s why his face has been so oddly familiar.

You quickly introduced yourself as well, awkwardly shaking the offered hand.
“Sorry, I didn’t recognize you with those glasses.” You added meekly, feeling like dying of mortification. As it happened to be, the position you were aiming for was with the politics department of CNN, and while Tapper wasn’t your potential boss, he definitely was a big shot, being the lead Washington Anchor and everything. Great first impression.

“So, you said you have a job interview at CNN?” he asked, a hint of smugness in his voice. He could clearly sense your embarrassment. “Which department?”

 You were definitely blushing now. “Politics.”

"Oh, well best of luck then, hopefully we’ll be colleagues soon.” He said, and you couldn’t make out if he was being serious or just messing with you.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, you checked the notes you prepared for the interview one last time and if the man next to you was aware of what you were doing, he didn’t care, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. His presence did nothing to calm your fluttering nerves, your leg was twitching like crazy, and he noticed.

“Settle down.” He said quietly without looking up from his phone. His deep voice had a soothing effect, calming you for a brief moment.

When the cab pulled up in front of the CNN building, Jake got out first and held the door for you. Your nervousness came rushing back with a vengeance as you laid eyes on the big red sign over the entrance.

“When you get in, it’s the first elevator on the right, 5th floor.” Jake said, giving you a sharp nod before disappearing into the crowd filtering in and out of the huge glass doors. He could’ve at least said goodbye, you thought.

You quickly made your way inside, there was only half an hour remaining and you still had to find a spot to change, preferably one with a mirror because you certainly looked wild after all that running around. Luckily, there was a spacious restroom right next to the elevator and after you put on your work attire and a bit of makeup, you felt slightly better equipped for the task ahead of you.

+++

 The interview went incredibly well, so well that you did a little happy dance on your way back to the elevator, the relief and hope for getting the job putting a pep in your step.

You rode back down to the lobby, where you decided to treat yourself with a nice caramel Frappuccino from the coffee cart. You were just about to get your purse out to pay when a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“Here, let me get this. And a black coffee please.”

Jake Tapper stepped up beside you and put the required money on the counter. He looked like he had just come off air, there was still a smudge of studio makeup on the collar of his dress shirt, and his hair was meticulously styled.

Again, his presence was slightly unsettling to you, even more so with him being in his anchor attire. Before you could reply anything, he grabbed your cup, which was almost overflowing with whipped cream and syrup, from the barista and handed it to you with a slightly disgusted expression on his face. “I wanted to pay for this atrocity of a beverage to make up for my rude behavior earlier, but now I’m doubtful if I’m really doing you a favor.”

“To be quite honest, I pity you for drinking black coffee while I can enjoy this.” You replied, taking a deep sip of the drink, sighting as its delicious sweetness covered your tongue. “But thank you.” You added. “Everything is forgiven, you were just as stressed out as I was.”

Jake watched you with an unreadable expression for a moment before he opened his mouth again. “Still, my apologies. The documents in the suitcase were of a very delicate nature, a source gave them to me, they could’ve caused quite some trouble in the wrong hands.” He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking of how to continue.

“Anyway, how did the interview go?” he asked, his voice bare of any teasing now.

“It went pretty well, I’d say. They told me I’m going to hear from them in about a week, which is good, that way I’d still have another three weeks to pack up my life in Phoenix and move here should they offer me the position.”

“Phoenix, huh.” Jake remarked, taking a sip from his own coffee. “That’s a long way. What made you decide to apply for a job that would require you to move all across the country?”

 

“Phoenix is great, but its Phoenix, you know. Things are different down there, slow-paced, you always feel like you’ll never be on the frontline, especially when it comes to covering politics. And DC is where the magic happens, so it was the only logical choice for me.” You replied.

 “Well, I can’t argue with that. But make sure you’ll bring a coat with you should you get the job, compared to Phoenix, DC is artic.” Jake noted, the glint of humor making his eyes appear warm and open. He really looked handsome when he smiled, you noticed, there were little wrinkles around his eyes and his teeth were perfectly straight and white.

 “I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m sure I’ll find something to keep myself warm once I’m here.” You said, looking directly at him. Somehow, this man brought out your flirtatious side.

He chuckled again, a low and pleasant sound. It sounded downright sexy, and you could feel a small shiver going down your spine. He and reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, retrieving a pen. He scribbled something onto one of the paper napkins that had come with your coffee order and handed it to you.

 “If you get the job, just contact me and I’ll make sure you have every amenity you need to properly settle in.” he said, and by now he was blatantly flirting with you, something you did not mind at all.

 “I’ll be sure to stay in touch, Mr. Tapper.” You spoke. “But I have to run now. Thanks for the drink.”

 “Goodbye, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m looking forward to giving you the grand tour on your first day here. And it’s Jake, please.”

 +++

 You got the job. The next weeks were a blur of goodbyes, moving boxes and apartment hunting. You barely had a moment to breathe, and it was only when you packed your final stuff into your black suitcase that you remembered Jake Tapper, and that you were supposed to contact him. You had kept the napkin with his number in your purse, and when you fished it out and dialed, your heart sped up, fluttering like a bird inside your chest.

You hung up before even hearing the first ring. What you were trying to achieve with this call? He had been clearly flirting with you back in DC, and now you were about to start working for the network he basically was the face of. And yes, he was funny and attractive, but getting tangled up with the big star before you even got a foot in the door there didn’t sound like the best idea.

You decided to let it slide. Your career came first now, you had worked too hard to let a fling get in the way of that.

 +++

 The first day was a crazy whirlwind of impressions and faces, and when you finally settled into your little secluded work booth, you felt a tad overwhelmed by all the input. You were about to set up a little framed picture of your parents, when you felt someone approaching your desk. Before you could turn around, a coffee cup was placed in front of you, filled to the brim with whipped cream and all kinds of toppings and syrup.

“I didn’t remember your exact order, so I just requested the one that looked the most repugnant.” A deep voice said from behind you, and your heart started beating faster. It was Jake Tapper. “You didn’t call.” He stated. “I had to find out through the grapevine that you got the position.”

 “Thank you for the coffee, this actually looks perfect. And I’m really sorry for not calling, the last weeks have been crazy, I just forgot.” You lied, trying to look as apologetic as possible.

 He leaned onto the edge of your desk, his arm crossed in front of his chest. He looked really good, still in his casual clothes, his hair falling into his face. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and the look he was giving you was so intense that you felt your palms starting to get sweaty. You felt your resolve not to get involved with him crumble more with every minute in his presence.

 “No offense taken.” He said, and the timbre of his voice made goosebumps break out on your arms. “Unfortunately, it’s already too late for me to give you the office tour. But let me make it up to you. Drinks, tonight after work?”

You decided to have some of fun with him, he was acting a bit too self-assured for your liking. You stretched your arms out above your head and let out a yawn. “Today was so busy, I just need to go home and get some sleep. But how about you ask me later again that week, maybe I’ll be free then.”

 For a brief moment, Jakes eyes were transfixed on your thin blouse stretching over your chest, just like you intended. There was a voice in the back of your head, screaming at you to stop acting stupid and turn the man down. But you ignored it, he was too intriguing, too alluring to just send him away.

Jakes eyes snapped back to your face.

“I’m sure we can find another day. I’ll just visit you again.” He said, giving you another intense look.

“Sounds good for me. I have to finish unpacking everything now, but thanks again for the coffee.” You smiled cheekily, scooping up a dollop of whipped cream with your finger and sticking it into your mouth.

 There was just the smallest hitch in Jakes breath, but you noticed. Strike, you thought gleefully. “I’ll see you around then.” He said, his voice slightly stained, before he disappeared in a hurry.

 You leaned back into your chair with a smug grin, taking a deep sip of your hot beverage. That went surprisingly well. You pushed the nagging thought that getting into something with him was not a good idea aside. A couple of drinks wouldn’t hurt.

 +++

You felt a small sense of triumph when Jake already returned the next day.

“For a man who claimed to be so busy back at the airport, you certainly have a lot of free time to visit me.” You greeted him with a cheeky grin.

“I was on this floor, so I thought I’d stop by to say Hi.” Jake said. He was wearing his glasses today and it was doing crazy things to your body. You weren’t sure if you could reject another invitation, but still decided to play it cool.

 “Well, lucky me, I guess. Hi. No coffee today?” you asked, giving him a little fake pout.

 “I see, I already spoiled you.” Jake chuckled, but his eyes were affectionate.

 “You could make it up to me, though, maybe by buying me a drink tonight after work?” The smile that flashed over Jakes face made you forget any regret you might have felt about giving in so soon. Being the reason he smiled like that felt really good.

“It would be my pleasure. I’ll be on air until five, so I pick you up here at six?”

“So you’re just assuming that I’m going to work overtime?“

 “It’s your first week on the job, of course you work overtime.” Jake shot back, grinning.

He was right, of course, you still had to learn your way around the department, so you decided to stay an hour longer each day to get the hang on everything.

 “Just be here at six, smart arse.” You joked, and instantly regretted it, afraid you were being overly comfortable with Jake. But he just winked at you and walked away, a slight spring in his step.

 +++

 Jake was punctual, picking you up from your booth at six sharps. He was acting like a real gentleman, holding the door to the office, the cab and the bar he picked out, a cozy place in downtown DC, away from Capitol Hill and the possibility of running into someone familiar.

 The black suit he was wearing and the martini he had ordered gave Jake a very James-Bond-like look that you enjoyed immensely. You made a terrible “shaken, not stirred” joke that, miraculously, still made him laugh. Conversation was surprisingly easy, Jake could contribute something to basically any topic you broached. His vast knowledge of…well, everything was simultaneously sexy and intimidating, something that could be applied to his whole persona.

 It wasn’t like he was a completely different person than on his show, his sharp observations and cutting sarcasm were still very much there, making you a bit hesitant to voice all your opinions freely. But there also was a lighter side to him that didn’t appear on television. For example, he was a huge nerd. You just uttered “Star Wars” a single time and spent the next twenty minutes listening to his detailed ranking of the entire movie franchise. At first, you were just feigning interest, but he was so passionate about the topic that you couldn’t help but get interested. When you confessed that you had never seen a Star Wars movie before, Jake wasn’t having it.

“Ok, this can’t stand. Friday, my place, were watching Star Wars. I can’t let you run around that uneducated.” He replied, and your heart took up pace like a racehorse. Going to his place was a huge step after just one date and really knowing each other for only three days. But as much as you wanted to decline, you wanted nothing more than to spend some more time with this man, against all reservations you had.

 “I have a master’s degree from Brown, don’t call me uneducated.” you said, reaching out to playfully slap his arm. But he caught your wrist mid-air, making blood rush to your face because of the grip of his fingers against your skin.

 “Careful, Y/N.” he murmured. Why was his voice suddenly so deep and sensual? Your eyes met, and for a second, the air was buzzing between the two of you. Then Jake let go of your hand, and the moment was over. But you could still feel a lingering prickle at where his skin had touched yours.

 “So, what do you say?” He asked, his voice back to its normal tone. You had to decide quickly, not about watching Star Wars but about what kind of message to send to Jake. Coming over to his place was a risk, were you ready to take it?

He looked at you, waiting for you to say something, and his eyes were so damn hopeful.

“Sure, why not. But there better be snacks.” You replied. Here goes nothing.

  +++

It was Friday, and you stood in front of Jake Tappers apartment door, a bottle of wine clutched in your sweaty hand. You weren’t sure what one was supposed to bring for a Star Wars movie night, so you decided on a white wine you liked to buy for yourself.

 A moment after you rung the doorbell, Jake was already there, almost as if he had been waiting behind the door. You smiled at him, presenting the bottle.

“I hope you like white wine.” you said. Wow, what a lamer starter, you thought. But Jake graciously took the bottle and stepped aside to let you enter the apartment.

“I love white wine, thank you very much.” He said, sounding genuine.

 His flat was nice, clean and surprisingly void of clutter. You had never been to his office but back at the bar he had talked about collecting a lot of historical stuff back, he obviously kept all of that at work. There was a nice, comfortable looking sofa, but it was the table in front of you that made your eyes light up.

 “Oh my god, Jake, this is snack heaven! You really outdid yourself.” You exclaimed, beaming at him. There were chips, dips, popcorn, chocolate covered pretzels and even jellybeans.

 “You said you wanted snacks.” Jake said, matter-of-factly and you took a moment to really look at him. He was dressed casually today, wearing a grey jumper that looked incredibly soft, and jeans. Overall, he looked fantastic, and you could feel your heart starting to beat faster when you were thinking about sitting close to him on the sofa.

 “How about you make yourself comfortable, I’m going to pour us some wine and then we can get started.” Jake said, disappearing into the kitchen. You sat down on the sofa, it was really cozy. You had to keep yourself from snuggling back into the cushions, reminding yourself that you were not at home here and this was still very much Jake Tappers apartment. A moment later, the man himself came back, carrying two glasses of wine that he put down in front of you on a small spot of the table that wasn’t occupied by snacks.

He sat down next to you, keeping a respectful distance.

 “So, we are going to start with the fourth movie, which is actually the first movie that was filmed back in 1978, they made three prequels later but nobody that considers themself a true Star Wars fan would introduce someone to the franchise by watching part one.” Jake explained. Seeing him so passionate about this was really endearing, even if you weren’t a hundred percent sure what he was talking about.

“You have my complete and total trust in this matter, I am here to learn.” You joked, and Jakes responding chuckle made warmth bloom in your belly.

The movie was really good, you were intrigued by the characters and the storyline, but what was even better was watching the film with Jake. Some people were annoyed by others talking during a movie, but you enjoyed the occasional fun fact immensely, and Jake was a walking encyclopedia of Star Wars trivia.

“Did you know that the guy who did Darth Vader’s voice and the actor who played him never actually met?”

 “During the trash compactor scene, Mark Hamill held his breath for so long that a blood vessel in his face popped, that’s why they only took shots from one side, pay attention to it and you will notice.”

You quietly munched your popcorn while he was talking, watching him with keen interest bothering on fascination. Star Wars fan Jake was glorious in his nerdiness. How was this the same man that was ripping apart politicians every day on television and had snapped at you at the airport?

 “I’m sure someone told you this before, but you a such a nerd.” You grinned, playfully throwing a piece of popcorn at him.

 “I consider myself the nerd king.” He declared, voice so deadly serious that you couldn’t stop yourself from bursting out laughing. Jake turned around to look at you. Why was his face so mesmerizing? And why was he suddenly sitting so close to you?

“Your laugh is beautiful.” He said quietly. And then he was kissing you. Your brain tried to catch up and make sense of the sudden new development, but Jakes lips were too soft and his hand on your tight to warm and heavy for you to focus on anything else. You responded enthusiastically, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, teasing you until you opened your mouth.

 His hands were on your hips now, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap. He leaned into the back of the sofa and slid his palms down your sides until they settled on your ass. You started to softly grind your hips into his and your body went into overdrive as you felt the evidence of how much he was enjoying the kiss pressed against your core through your jeans.

“Jake.” You moaned against his mouth. “What about the movie?”

 “Fuck the movie.” He whispered, attacking your lips again, his hands squeezing your ass.

Breaking the kiss, you brought some distance between your faces to look at him with mock indignation.

“Don’t let your nerd friends hear that.”

 “My nerd friends would tell me to shut up about Star Wars when a woman like you is sitting on my lap.” Jake responded with a smirk, and you couldn’t argue with that.

He kissed you again, and needless to say, you didn’t finish the movie.

Jake took you to his bed instead, slowly undressing you, kissing and touching every inch of your skin he could reach in the process. He slid between your legs, entering you in one fluid motion and your hands stayed tangled in his hair as you moved against each other. His eyes never left yours, and from the way he looked at you, you knew that this was something real. When you hit your peak, your guttural cry of Jakes name was all it took for him to follow you over the edge.

Afterwards, you snuggled up against him and silently thanked the fates that you had picked up that wrong suitcase.

(about 6 months later)

 

“I can’t believe ours really are the last ones.” You groaned, leaning onto Jake while stifling a yawn. “I just want to go home.”

 “You slept the whole flight, Y/N, and I’m sure the luggage will be here any moment. Patience, love.” Jake replied, sounding rather tired himself.

You had just arrived from Barbados, your first holiday together. It had been amazing, nothing but eating, swimming and relaxing for two weeks. But it was the middle of the night now, and you had already been waiting at the baggage claim for thirty minutes.

 “Just stay here and let me lean on you and I’ll be fine. You have to watch me anyway, not that some grumpy, hot stranger mistakes my luggage for his and I meet him at the service desk and fall irrevocably in love with him because of that.” You said, letting out a soft chuckle.

Jake just wrapped his arm around you, pulling you tightly against his chest.

 “That’s why I got you that nice red suitcase for your birthday, can’t let that happen again.”

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[youreacowgirllikeme]

Blind Date

 

Note: just an idea I had, hope you like it. some soft fluffiness, but also smut bc I’m still h word for Jake, especially after how he looked tonight on tv.

Pairing: Jake Tapper x reader

 Warnings: smut, NSFW

 

(sorry for eventual typos, I wrote this in a bit of a frenzy)

enjoy

 

“You look horrible. “Abby stated matter-of-factly as she sat down in the restaurant chair across from you.

 “I missed you too, great to see you, thanks. “you responded, not even bothering to argue with her.

Abby was your best friend since college, if she said you looked horrible it was either a joke or a fact. Considering the way she was looking at you, probably the latter.

“Hard week at work?”

 You let out a tired huff.

“You have no idea. We got this new client who booked us for a nation-wide tv ad, and they’re so incredibly demanding. I’ve been working overtime for three weeks straight, it’s a miracle they didn’t call me in today.”

Your monthly Saturday brunch with Abby was sacred, work be damned.

Your friend was giving you a worried look across the table. “Well, I’m glad they didn’t, you deserve a day off.”

 “Enough of my sad life, how is it going over at Fake News?” you joked.

 “Amazing actually. You won’t believe it, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re thinking about offering me John’s Sunday spot on Inside Politics. Can you imagine, my own hour, as an actual anchor. It’s nothing official yet, but I’m so excited.”

 “Oh my god, Abby, that’s awesome. I’m so proud of you. We should celebrate.” you exclaimed, beckoning a waiter to order two glasses of champagne.

 Abby gave you a warm smile.
“Thank you, babe. But let me be honest, I’m worried about you. You look exhausted, even your voice sounds tired. When was the last time you did something actually relaxing?”

 “I’ve watched a movie, like, a week ago. And I do yoga, at least sometimes.” You tried to argue, not entirely sure if you wanted to convince Abby or yourself.

 A smirk settled over your friend’s face, and she looked at you like she just had the most brilliant idea ever. You did not like that look at all, it usually meant trouble.

 “Well todays your lucky day, because I know just what you need to de-stress a bit.”

 You just raised an eyebrow at her. 
“Care to elaborate, genius?”

 “You, my friend, need to get laid.”

You snorted. “Fun times, Abbs, you almost got me,”


“I’m serious, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?”

“Okay, it’s been a while, but I’m fine. I don’t need a man to interfere with the little free time I have. And it’s not like the streets are full of men chasing me. I don’t have time to date, and, like I said, I’m totally fine with the way things are at the moment.” You tried your very best not to sound defensive. 

The expression on Abby’s face told you everything you needed to know. She didn’t buy a single word coming out of your mouth.
“Y/N, trust me when I tell you, blowing off a little steam would do wonders for your stress level. And maybe you’d even meet someone nice. And, lucky for you, I know just the guy. He’s someone I work with, and I think you’d get along perfectly.”

 “You’re not actually suggesting setting me up on a blind date.” You couldn’t believe your friend. The last thing you needed was an evening full of awkward small talk with some boring, sleek CNN guy.

 “Come on, Y/N, take a leap of faith. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

+++

 (One week later)

 “I can’t believe I actually agreed.” You murmured to yourself as you rummaged through your closet, looking for an outfit to wear on that damned date Abby bullied you into.

You thought about the peaceful evening you could have had, curled up on the sofa with a glass of wine, maybe getting some work done.

But it was too late to back down now.

 “Let’s just get this over with” you told yourself, applying some lipstick as if it was war paint. “Let’s hope that the guy is at least good-looking.”

 The restaurant Abby sent you to was nice enough, a small and intimate place, perfect for a date. You couldn’t wait to have your first glass of wine, because you could feel your nervousness increasing with each passing minute.

You entered the restaurant, looking for the third table on the window side that Abby had described to you…and directly turned around, practically fleeing through the door again as soon as you set eyes on the man sitting there.

 Back outside, you took your phone out of your bag and furiously dialed Abby’s number. She picked up right away, but you were shouting at her before she could even say a word.

“You better tell me that you did not set me up with Jake fucking Tapper.”

Was she out of her mind? This was the Jake Tapper, the face of CNN, hell, the face of the media in this country. What the fuck were you supposed to talk to him about.

But your friend just chuckled at you through the phone.
“When you saw him on TV some months ago, you said he was your type. Plus, he’s intelligent, funny, and single. Perfect for you. And now stop making a fool out of yourself and go in there. You got this, girl. Love you, bye.”
And with that, she hung up.

 You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. You could not just leave now, and stand up Mr. Breaking News himself. So you pocketed your phone again, squared your shoulders and went back into the restaurant.

You made your way over to the table, coming to a stop in front of it. The man sitting there looked up to you and smiled. And wow, what a beautiful smile it was, sincere, warm and inviting, taking over his entire face.

“Hi.” You said, trying to sound confident.

“I’m Y/N, Abby’s friend.”

 

“It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Jake. I’m working with Abby, but she probably already told you that much.”

“She did, but I’ll be honest, I know you, of course. Big fan of your show.”

God, why did you just say that. He was probably going to think you were some kind of crazy fangirl now.

 But he just continued to smile his open, friendly smile at you.
“Always happy to hear that.” He chuckled, pointing to the opposite chair. “Do you want to sit down?”

 “Yes, of course, sorry.” You said, feeling silly because you totally forgot that you were still standing. You quickly sat down and tried your best to appear calm and collected, even if your insides were in turmoil.

 “Would you care for some wine? They have a pretty impressive list, I could pick one for us if you don’t mind.” Jake asked.

 “Wine sounds fantastic. I love it, but I’m not really an expert, so go ahead.”

 Jake took some reading glasses out of the pocket of his suit jacket and put them on his nose. 
While he was studying the wine list, you took your time to study him instead. He appeared to be in his late forties, so there was an age difference of probably 15 to 20 years. You didn’t mind that at all, older men had always been more your type.

He had a really handsome face, kind eyes that looked even better when he had those glasses on, and you loved his salt-and-pepper hair. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt with a dark grey suit jacket. You caught your mind wandering to how he might look underneath his clothes and gave yourself a mental slap on the wrist. This was your first date, no need to get ahead of yourself.

“Everything alright over there?”

 Shit, he had caught you staring.

 “Yes, sorry, I zoned off for a moment. I had a stressful week at work.”

“Oh, yes, Abby told me you’re working in advertising. Any interesting projects at the moment?”

You went on and chatted about work a bit. You were fascinated by what he was doing, and taken aback by the confident, yet humble way he was talking about it. This was absolutely not the behavior you were expecting from the leading anchorman of the nations most renowned network. He wasn’t arrogant or self-centered at all and you were definitely charmed.

The wine Jake ordered arrived with your starters, and soon after you had your first few sips you felt some of the initial nervousness fading away.

Soon, the conversation was flowing freely, and you discovered that Abby was right, you really did get along perfectly. Jake was incredibly funny in a dry and witty way and his sarcastic remarks made you laugh more than once. You also discovered your shared interest in graphic novels and argued a while about weather DC or Marvel was the superior comic universe.

Jake showed you one of his own cartoons on his phone, and with each moment you found yourself more drawn to the man in front of you.
At some point his hand started to lightly brush against yours on the table, and each touch sent a warm feeling through your chest.

You talked some more over dessert, had some more wine and overall, a really good time.

The alcohol gave you a pleasant, fuzzy feeling, and the desire to just get up and crawl on Jakes lap grew with each look he gave you.

 “Excuse me, Ma’am, Sir, were closing up now.” A passing waiter told you and put the check on the table.

 “Let me take care of that, please.” Jake said, taking out his wallet. You just thanked him and enjoyed the view of him putting on his glasses again to read the check.

 He really was a perfect gentleman, you thought to yourself, as he got up to hold your coat and then the door for you on your way out.


“I really had a wonderful evening.” you said softly, as the both of you were standing on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Jake shot you another one of his brilliant smiles, and you could feel your heart beating faster.
“Me too.” He replied. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I’d like to see you again.”

Now your heart was almost jumping out of your chest, and you could feel your own smile taking over your face.
“I’d love that.”

 Jake took one step closer, now standing so close you could almost feel the warmth radiating off his body. One of his hands came up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb slowly stroking over your jaw. His touch sent goosebumps all over your skin, and you slightly parted your lips, looking him directly in the eyes. They were warm, and dark, and you felt like you could get lost in them. And then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your mouth.

It felt incredible, a kind of warmth that was totally unrelated to the wine spreading through your body, your skin prickling where his hand was still on your face.

You put your hands on his arms and kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against yours. He still tasted slightly like red wine, and you wanted nothing more than to explore the rest of his body with your mouth just as thoroughly.

 First date, you reminded yourself, and broke free from the kiss before your lust-clouded brain could make you do something you might regret later. You glanced up at Jake, who looked at you with an unreadable expression. Then, after what felt like forever, he finally spoke.

“Could I maybe have your number?”

 

“Of course.” You said, with maybe a bit much enthusiasm, but Jake didn’t seem to mind. You quickly typed your number into his phone, and just as you were finished, the cab you had called earlier was arriving.

Jake held the door open for you, and shot you one last, beautiful smile. “Good night, Y/N, get home safe.”

“Thank you for the wonderful evening, Jake. Good night.”

 You closed the door and the taxi drove off. You already missed his face as soon as he was out of sight, and you turned around to watch his receding figure through the rear window of the taxi.

Great, you were already down bad after one date. The man really got to you, and you desperately hoped that you would hear from him soon.

 As soon as you were home, you really felt the effects of the wine, so you quickly went to bed to get some sleep. Just before you were nodding off, you sent Abby a quick message.

 

You were right, he is perfect. THANKS xxxx

 

When Abby answered five minutes later, you were already asleep.

 Told you so ;) xxxx

+++

 When you woke up the next morning, there was a new message from an unknown number on your phone. Your heart made a flip in your chest, and you opened it as fast as you could.

 

Hi, this is Jake. It’s probably way too soon to text you, but I just wanted to let you know, again, what a great time I had yesterday. If you’d be up to it, I’d really like to see you again soon. Let me know if that would be alright with you. And have a nice Saturday :)

 

He had already texted you. That meant he didn’t think that you were crazy, or awkward, and that he wasn’t just acting nice, he genuinely wanted to see you again. You were filled with a giddy sort of happiness, and decided to answer him right away, there was no need to play any games here. Leap of faith, just like Abby said.

 

Good Morning Jake, I really enjoyed yesterday as well. I’d love to spend some more time together; would tomorrow evening be too spontaneous? I could make dinner, to return the favor since you paid yesterday ;) my place at eight?

 

As soon as you hit the send button you started getting anxious again. What if tomorrow was too soon? What if he thought you were being too eager?

“Stop it, Y/N!” you said out loud to interrupt your mental spiral. You wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself for this man, even if he was handsome, and intelligent, and funny. No way.

 But as you were standing in the kitchen five minutes later and heard your phone chiming from the other room, you were there in the matter of seconds to read the new message.

 

Tomorrow sounds perfect, just text me the address. I’ll bring the wine. xx Jake

 

You clutched your phone to your chest, the biggest, goofy smile on your face.

 You spent the remaining day extensively cleaning your flat, stressing out, going grocery shopping and stressing out some more. You face-timed Abby and bullied her into helping you pick out an outfit, since she technically was the one who got you into this mess in the first place.

Jake was occupying your mind whatever you did, and when you finally got into your bed that night, all you could think about was how his lips had felt against yours. Those thoughts sent a hot, burning feeling down between your legs and when you finally touched your pussy, you were already so wet and aroused that it only took you minutes until you reached your peak, Jakes name falling from your lips.

+++

To say you were a nervous wreck the next day would be an understatement. When you woke up, you decided to watch some TV to get yourself a bit of distraction. An ad was currently playing, and so you decided to check your mails first.

 

“Good Morning from Washington, where the State of our Union is in turmoil over the latest…”

 

Your head snapped up at the sound of the familiar voice coming from your TV, the voice that occupied your mind ever since your blind date on Friday. You had totally forgotten that Sunday morning meant Jake Tapper time on CNN, because usually you were either asleep or at work at 9 am. But now you took your time to really appreciate the man on your TV.

He looked way more serious than the Jake you got to know, no smile, just a stern expression and a dark suit and tie. Which didn’t mean that he wasn’t looking totally hot, and his intelligent and sharp remarks did nothing to calm your fluttering heart or the heat in your lower abdomen. You definitely wanted him, bad.


This is getting ridiculous, you thought to yourself, and turned the TV off to take a very long shower.

Afterwards, you spent the whole day pacing around your flat and annoying Abby with numerous text messages and another two face time calls. She assured you multiple times that everything would be just fine and by the time it was 7:45 p.m. the food was in the oven and you sat on your couch, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

When it finally did, you all but ran to the door only to stop and force yourself to take a couple of calming breaths before opening it. Jake stood outside, a bottle of red wine in his hand. He looked amazing with his white dress shirt and dark grey slacks, but again it was his smile that got your attention, he looked just as happy to see you as you were feeling.

Out of a sudden impulse, you surged forward and threw your arms around the man, hugging him and burying your head in his chest. He seemed surprised, but still put his free arm around you, embracing you.

“Hi.” You whispered, suddenly shy, but as you looked up to meet Jakes eyes you could see nothing but warmth in them. “Hi.” He replied, pressing a kiss to your hair. “It’s good to see you.”

 You slowly let go of him so he could actually enter your apartment. He followed you inside and you fetched some glasses for the wine. You talked about everything and anything over dinner, family, football, the book Jake was working on. You listened closely, and so did he as you told him about your passion for art and music. He even asked you to put some of your favorite records on as you moved over to the couch after dinner.

You were still talking animatedly but having Jake in closer physical proximity made it increasingly hard to focus on what he was saying.

Instead, your eyes and mind wandered to his hands. Without thinking, you reached out and put one of your hands into his, He stopped speaking, and looked at you. You could see the kind look in his eyes being replaced by something darker, more passionate.

 He spoke again, voice lower this time. “I’ve been thinking about you and our kiss without a break since yesterday. And just as long I’ve wanted to kiss you again, touch you again.”

He reached out, cupped your jaw with one of his hands and slowly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. It took every willpower you had not to suck his thumb into your mouth. This man had you hot and aching for him with just a single touch and a couple of words.

“Is that something you want me to do, Y/L?” his voice was only a low rumble now.

 

“Oh my god yes. Yes please.” You whispered, not really trusting your own voice to come out steady enough. 
The hand on your face slid to the back of your head and you uttered a surprised gasp as Jake just grabbed a fist of your hair and pulled you close, until your faces were only inches apart.

“You are beautiful.” He said, looking you deep in the eyes.

And then he kissed you again. And as soon as his mouth connected with yours, you realized just how much you had missed the feeling of his lips, the warmth of his body. But that was where the resemblance to the kiss you shared last night ended. Because this one was more.

More passion, more lust. Jake softly bit your bottom lip and used your surprised gasp as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. The kiss deepened and you could feel small sparks of arousal all over your body with every touch of tongue and every time he lightly tugged on the hair in the nape of your neck.

Your hands found their way around Jakes shoulders, roaming up and down his back. You were really glad he was not wearing his full State Of The Union Outfit, even if it had looked extremely hot, because as soon as you could feel the solid muscle through his thin dress shirt, you knew that those clothes had to come off at some point.

You lightly tugged on the hem of his shirt to pull it out of his pants and spread your hands over the warm skin underneath. Jake broke the kiss as soon as he could feel what you did, just to tilt back your head and kiss your exposed neck.

You couldn’t stifle a moan as he lightly sucked on your pulse point.

The feeling of his mouth on your skin made heat coil between your legs, and you tried to shift even closer to him, until you were almost sitting on his lap.

Jake continued to kiss your neck, while his other hand crept under your shirt to palm your breast through your bra. He lightly squeezed it and you moaned again, you nails raking softly over his back, making him groan against your skin.

“You like that?” he asked, and pinched one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, and you could feel your panties getting soaked with arousal.

You decided that it was time to get rid of some clothing and started to quickly unbutton Jakes dress shirt, revealing more and more skin with each button undone. As soon as you were finished, he pulled the shirt of his shoulders and the view of his body made your mouth water. You ran your hands over his muscled chest, and you could see the way his eyes darkened again.

“I can’t wait to touch you everywhere.” He said in a husky voice and pulled your shirt over your head in a swift motion, and instantly his lips were on yours again, his hands roaming over your back, unclasping your bra. When your nipples came in contact with the skin of his chest, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore.

“Jake, please. Touch me, kiss me, anything. I need to feel you.” You pleaded, your voice slightly breathless.

 

“Take the rest of your clothes off, now.” Jake said, his commanding tone sending another surge of wetness between your legs.

 You got up from the sofa and stood in front of Jake. Slowly, you opened the zipper of your jeans and pulled them down, leaving you only in your black lace panties.

Jake was watching you, his intense stare burning on your skin.

“Everything. Off.” He said, never breaking eye contact.

Having the undivided attention of this man was so hot, you almost got lightheaded.

You slowly dragged your underwear down your legs, and as you were looking up again, you saw that Jake was palming the bulge that had begun to form in his pants. You wanted to touch him so bad.

“You are gorgeous. Amazing. Beautiful. Stunning.” Jake said, taking in the sight of your naked body. His voice was strained, this was clearly affecting him.

A light flush was beginning to form on your skin, you weren’t sure if it was because of arousal or embarrassment, but you definitely knew that you needed Jake to get his hands on your body, now.

You made your way over to him again and leaned down to open the fly of his trousers. His briefs were already tented by his erection, and you palmed him through his underwear, making him groan.

“Those need to come off.” You whispered, smiling at Jake, who just nodded and lifted his pelvis so you could pull down his trousers along with his underwear.

Finally, he was naked in front of you. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you down on the sofa, lying on top of you. The feeling of his warm skin against yours was thrilling, you tried to get your hands on every part of his body you could reach, stroking his back, pulling his hair. Finally, you wrapped your hand around the base of his hard cock, giving it some light strokes.

“You feel so good, Y/N, I’ve been thinking about doing this since I first laid my eyes on you. I’ve been in a state since we kissed, and now” he whispered against your neck „I can’t wait to finally have that sweet pussy of yours.”

You couldn’t believe the words coming out of Jakes mouth, hearing him say filthy things like that was turning you on more than you could’ve ever imagined. Obviously, your thoughts were written all over your face.

“You like it when I talk like that, don’t you, sweetheart.” He said, pinching one of your nipples as he did.

“I…Oh shit, yes, yes I do. Please.” You whimpered, almost going you crazy with the need to finally feel him. 

He had mercy on you, reaching out between your legs. When he touched your pussy for the first time, you felt like the pent-up tension could make you faint any moment.
“God, you’re so wet, Y/N.” He thrust two of his long fingers into you without warning, and you almost screamed.
“And so tight.”

“I need you, please Jake, fuck me.” You were begging now, way beyond caring about any sort of decorum as his digits touched that sweet spot inside of you again and again.

 He withdrew his fingers and shifted on top of you before he put his hands on your tights, spreading your legs. You couldn’t even begin to complain about the loss of his fingers, he was already lining up his cock with your entrance, and pushed in, slowly, filling you inch by inch until he bottomed out with a deep groan. His length stretched you in the most delicious way, and you cried out as he was starting to thrust in and out of you, leaving you almost no time to adjust to his size.

You couldn’t talk coherently anymore, you were just chanting his name over and over as he was fucking you into the sofa. Your nails clawed into his back as he was leaning over you, his hair falling into his face. Just as you thought you couldn’t feel any more pleasure, he grabbed one of your legs and probed it onto his shoulder, the new angle making you see stars with every move of his hips.

“You feel incredible, so tight and warm around me, you are amazing.” He looked down on you, taking in your face, squinted with pleasure, his name falling from your lips over and over again.

He reached between your legs and started rubbing your clit, never slowing down his relentless, hard thrusts. The combined stimulation was almost too much for you and your orgasm was approaching fast.

“Don’t stop, please, just don’t stop.” You cried out, the pleasure running through your body like a wildfire.

“Look at me when you come, I want to see you. Look at me!” Jake growled, breathing hard as he sped up even more.

You hit your peak with a cry, sparks dancing over your skin as your walls clenched around Jakes cock. Your eyes were fixed on his, and he looked at you like you were the only person on the entire planet.

Seeing you come undone beneath him, Jake only lasted for another few deep thrusts before he came, shouting your name and spilling his hot release inside of you.

 He laid on top of you afterwards, his face on your shoulder, breathing deeply. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and he turned his head to look at you.

“Hi” you said.

“Hi” he replied, your favorite smile spreading across his face again.

 “I liked that very much.” You said, pressing another kiss to his lips. He chuckled and propped himself up onto his arms with a small sight, rolling off you. Luckily, your sofa was large enough so you could comfortably lie next to each other.

“Me too, that was fantastic.” He replied and pulled you closer, putting his arm around you. You buried your face into his chest, soaking up the heat of his body and his wonderful smell.

 “Maybe you should come over more often.” You suggested, sounding a bit nervous again. You didn’t want to appear clingy. But this man had just rocked your world, and you couldn’t just act like nothing happened.

“I’ll come over whenever you want me to, sweetheart. Consider me at your beck and call.”

 “Stay the night?” you asked in a hopeful voice. You had work in the morning, but you just couldn’t imagine letting him go anywhere now.

He just nodded, smiled, and kissed you again. That soft, tingly feeling in your chest increased even more, and you just happily snuggled up to him.

 Later, as Jake was already asleep next to you, you took up your phone and sent a quick text message to Abby.

Next brunch is my treat! I owe you xxxx

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Hesitant

note: this is a request from @jaketapperstan, I hope you like it :)

words: 3k

warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut

enjoy :)

„Oh my god, I love that song. “your colleague exclaimed, grabbing you hand as she tried to drag you to the dance floor.

You rolled your eyes at her, staying rooted to the spot.

“Sorry, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing that. I don’t want to make a fool of myself after only three months here.” you called over the sound of the music.

First and foremost, you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of him. Your boss, Jake Tapper, had been a constant presence in your mind since you first set eyes on him.

You had known him, from watching his shows, of course, but meeting the man in person had been an entirely different thing.

//

“Jake, come over and meet Y/N. She’s the newest member of our production team, it’s her first day today.”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when he approached you. He was tall, and surprisingly casual without a tie, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up. You almost didn’t recognize him. But it was the air of effortless confidence that surrounded the man that instantly made you feel drawn to him.

“Pleasure to meet you and welcome to the team.” Jake said, shaking your hand, the grasp of his large hand firm around your much smaller one. You felt like his eyes looked right into your soul, and you weren’t sure if you enjoyed being perceived by this man.

You awkwardly mumbled a reply, something about how grateful you were for this opportunity and that you were looking forward to working here.

Jake replied something, but you didn’t listen, you were too captivated by his face and the way it got lit up by his smile .

//

The crush you had developed in that moment had only grown stronger in the three months you were working at CNN now.

It was infuriating, you could barely function like a normal human being around him. The fact that he was your boss, and therefore totally unattainable made everything so much worse. You loved your job, no way you would ever put it on the line by hitting on Jake Tapper.

But no matter how often you told that to yourself, every time he entered a room, your heart rate instantly went up and your stomach dropped.

In conversations, you, usually blessed with a quick mouth, got shy and awkward, stumbling over your words like a teenager in front of her first crush. His presence just rendered you completely useless.

Frankly, it was embarrassing, and there was no need to add to that by dancing tonight and risking him seeing it.

It was the 40th birthday of some senior producer, and he had invited the whole team to celebrate with him at a great club in downtown DC.

You weren’t usually a big club goer, but it was nice enough and some drinks had relaxed you enough to aimlessly sway around to the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, you could make out a too familiar voice over the noise of the crowd, and a chill went through you.

“Enjoying the party, Y/N?”

It was Jake. He had shed his anchor attire and was wearing a black button-down shirt you had never seen on him before. His hair was tousled and there was a faint blush on his cheeks that indicated that he already had his fair share of drinks.

He leaned against the wall beside you, and you couldn’t remember ever seeing him so relaxed and informal, no sign of his usually composed behavior. It was slightly unsettling, but he looked so sexy that you couldn’t tear your eyes off him.

“It’s alright, I guess. I’m not a big party person. How about you?”

You tried your best to speak over the music without screaming at Jake.

He leaned down a bit, angling his head closer to yours.

“I really like the company.” He said, and the timbre of his voice made shiver.

“Tell me, Y/N, how have you been? We barely had any chance to talk to each other in the last weeks.”

You weren’t sure if the warmth spreading through your body was because of the alcohol or Jakes close proximity, probably a mixture of both. But it definitely made it hard to focus on anything apart from his body, now only about a foot away from yours.

“Uhm, yeah, it’s been great, thanks for asking, I appreciate it.” you murmured.

“Do you wanna go somewhere in the back where it’s quiet? We could talk there?” Jake suggested.

Your heart was picking up speed, being alone with him was dangerous territory. But the drinks you had gave you the necessary courage to nod and follow him to one of the booths in the far back of the bar, where the music wasn’t as ear-piercing.

Instead of sitting down opposite from you, Jake slid in the seat next to you, close enough that his leg was brushing against yours. He was so comfortable around that it was easy to forget that he was still your superior.

“So,” he spoke, turning his body to face you “why do you spend the party on the sideline talking to old men like me instead of dancing with your friends?”

“Stop it, you’re not old. And it’s because I don’t like dancing, I look like an idiot.” You paused a moment. “And I enjoy talking to you.”

It was true, despite your awkward stammering, the conversations you had managed to have with Jake had always been great, he was a good listener and an even better talker. He had a way of making even the most trivial facts sound memorable and interesting.

“That’s good for me, I guess. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy seeing you on the dance floor but having you all to myself for a change is nice.” Jake replied, and the way he was talking to you radiated an easy confidence that was simply captivating.

You could feel the heat creep up your neck, he looked at you like he had really meant what he said, even in the dim light of the bar you could see that glint in his eyes. He was clearly hitting on you, and that fact was as thrilling as it was terrifying.

“What do you want to know, then? Not that you have me all for yourself?” You asked, putting on a nonchalant face to hide your inner turmoil.

Jake laid one of his arms on the backrest behind you, his hand just hovering over you. You shivered slightly, not from cold but from having Jakes fingers that close to the bare skin of your shoulder. He was clearly doing this on purpose, and it worked.

“Oh, I wanna know everything about you.” He murmured, and his hand reached out to let his fingers trail across the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Feeling his touch made your body shiver and your mind go blank, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

The burning longing in your stomach intensified and knew that you had to put a stop to this right now, before things got out of control.

You had never crushed on anyone so hard, but he was your boss. You repeated those words over and over in your head to prevent yourself from simply leaning into Jake and take him up on whatever he was offering you. You couldn’t just hook up with him in a bar while he was so obviously drunk.

“Jake, I’m sorry, but I have to go now.” You tried to make your voice sound steady, and resolute, even if you wanted nothing more than for Jake to just grab you and make you stay with him for the rest of the night.

Jake looked taken aback, but still got out of his seat, making room for you to step out of the booth.

“Everything alright?” he asked, “You need someone to take you home?”

“I’m fine. I’ll see you on Monday, have a good rest of the night.” You rambled, before all but fleeing the bar without saying goodbye to anyone else.

You walked almost a block before you stopped, taking some deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

You just had a far from innocent encounter with your boss, and now you wanted him even more.

+++

You had spent the whole weekend dreading going back to work on Monday.

You weren’t sure which outcome was worse, Jake being offended by the rejection or the possibility that he regretted even trying to hit on you.

Also, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if you had taken him up on the offer. Maybe you could’ve spent your weekend tangled up in the sheets with him, but was a one-night stand, even with Jake Tapper, really worth risking your job? Definitely not.

At work, you tried to avoid any contact with Jake, arriving last minute to the morning briefing and fleeing the room the second he dismissed the team. During the show, your eyes stayed glued to your tablet, even if you weren’t able to make sense of a single thing you were reading, your thoughts circled entirely around Jake.

After you wrapped the show, you left the studio in a hurry, trying to make it back to your work space, but a familiar voice calling out your name stopped you in your tracks.

For a moment, you considered ignoring it, but you couldn’t just not answer to your boss, so you stopped and turned around to face him.

Jakes expression was unreadable, his voice serious as he addressed you.

“Would you please join me in my office for a minute, Y/N?”

You just mumbled something in agreement and followed him, the nervousness almost making you sick too your stomach.

Closing the door of his office behind you, Jake sighted and leaned against his desk. For the first time that day, you really looked at him and realized how tired and worn out he looked.

He took a deep breath before he spoke.

“Look, Y/N, I really have to apologize. What I did the other night was not only absolutely unprofessional, but it also clearly made you uncomfortable. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I had too much to drink, and I was reading the signals wrong. I thought you might feel the same but I know that’s not an excuse. Just let me tell you that I am really, really sorry, and if you don’t feel comfortable working around me any longer, I promise that I will find you an amazing spot on another show, just say so.” He was rambling by now and looked like a beaten dog.

Your head was spinning, him being sorry wasn’t something you had expected. And what was he even talking about you feeling the same? You had to clear this up, the poor man was absolutely devastated.

“Jake, you didn’t make me uncomfortable, not in the slightest. And I would never want to work for anyone else.”

You took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

“Your advances weren’t unwelcome. I was just so hesitant, because you’re my boss and everything. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to just hook up with you at a party, our work relationship is too important.”

Jake raised his head, a look of absolute surprise on his face.

“So you’re not feeling like I harassed you?” he asked incredulously.

“Oh my god, no!” you exclaimed, your voice coming out a tad too loud, but you didn’t care.

Jake breathed in relief before approaching you, putting a hand on your arm. Goosebumps started to break out over your body when he spoke again, his voice deeper and smoother this time.

“Who said I just wanted to hook up with you? Why do you think I haven’t had my eyes on you from the moment you stepped through these doors? What gave you the idea I haven’t waited for the right moment the entire time?”

“You have?” you whispered, staring up into his eyes. He didn’t answer, instead he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. You were starstruck for a moment, unable to move a single muscle, but when Jakes hand came to rest on your lower back to pull you against him, you softened under him and leaned into his body.

He broke the kiss to softly stroke your jaw and down your neck with a single finger, and you unconsciously tilted your head to give him better access.

“Is this really a good idea?” you breathed, not trusting your voice right now.

“Assuming you want this as much as I do, I’d say this is a damn good idea.” Jake responded, and hearing this encouraged you to reach out and start to loosen his tie.

His eyebrows surged up and a smug grin started to spread over his face, making him look much more like the guy from the bar instead of your serious news anchor boss.

“You mean here, right now?” he murmured. “Ok, fine with me, baby, just let me lock the door real quick.”

As soon as he had turned the lock, he was on you in a heartbeat, kissing you much harder now, his teeth softly biting your bottom lip. He buried his hands in your hair, tugging on the strands while you unbuttoned his dress shirt with shaky fingers, a task that got increasingly difficult when his distracting hands wandered lower to squeeze your ass through your skirt. You moaned against his mouth and he slowly pushed you back until your back hit the edge of his desk.

Jake shrugged his shirt of his shoulders and made quick work of your sweater as well. He stepped out of his shoes and trousers, but his eyes stayed on you, pupils blown, taking in your trembling form.

“You are so gorgeous, Y/N. Take off that skirt for me.” He murmured, and you moved like on autopilot, already so aroused that he could’ve told you to do literally anything.

“The bra as well, baby.” Jakes voice was already slightly strained, but still had that commanding edge that made you reach behind you to unclasp your bra.

It fell to the floor and Jakes hand were on your breasts a moment later, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a small whimper, arching your back and grinding your core against the bulge in Jakes boxers.

“Jake, please.”

“Please what, Y/N? What do you want?” Jake cooed, pressing a kiss to your neck.

Instead of answering him, you swiftly pulled his boxers down his legs and wrapped your hands around his hard length, giving a firm stroke that made him curse under his breath.

He grabbed your ass to lift you up onto the desk behind you. Your panties were off before you knew it, and any sense of shame you might have felt about being naked on top of your bosses’ papers was forgotten when his huge hands roughly spread your thighs to step between them, the tip of his cock teasing you before he slid into you with one hard thrust.

You hastily slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your scream that would’ve probably alarmed the entire office.

He filled you perfectly and instantly started slamming into you with deep strokes. There was a loud clatter as several items fell off Jakes desk, but neither of you seemed to notice, both lost in the pleasure the other one was giving.

“Shit, I’ve wanted this for months.” Jake grunted, “I knew you would feel amazing.”

You could only whimper in response, your hands now looking for something to hold on as Jake deepened his thrusts, using his tight grab on your hips to pull you flush against him with each slam of his hips.

He looked like a man undone above you, his hair was a mess and there was a look of such heated arousal on his face, it felt like his eyes were burning into you. It was intoxicating.

“Jake.” You whispered. “You feel so fucking good. Please don’t stop.”

“The next time I’ll fuck you, it’s going to be somewhere the walls are thicker. I want to hear you scream my name. “Jake growled, reaching between your legs to press down onto your throbbing clit. When he pinched you bud between his fingers, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks .

You came with a cry that was swallowed by Jakes mouth crashing onto yours as he followed you over the edge, and you held onto each other, riding out the highs of your shared climax.

“Fuck. Wow.” you panted as soon as Jake let go of you.

“Yeah, wow.” He agreed and wiped some sweat off his forehead before carefully pulling out and stepping back to help you climb off the table. He was still catching his breath, looking around the office in search of his clothes.

“Sorry about that.” You muttered, pointing to the mess of papers and files that had fallen off his desk and were now scattered across the floor along with various items of clothing and something that looked a lot like Jakes desk light. “I think we broke your lamp as well.”

“Definitely worth it.” He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss. “Can’t believe that just happened.” He whispered. “I was so afraid I had scared you off with my behavior.”

“Jake, it’s alright, it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy the attention.” You said softly, giving him a reassuring smile. Your heart was still racing, you mind trying to make sense of what just happened while you collected your underwear, being naked in that situation suddenly made you feel kind of vulnerable.

Jake was still watching you warily as he started to put on his clothes as well.

“Y/N, like I said, this really isn’t some quick hookup for me.” He took a deep breath. “Let me take you out tonight? No pressure, no expectations, we just talk and see what happens. What do you think?”

“I agree, I’m curious if you can still flirt with me without several drinks to ease the way.” You replied, chuckling and reaching out to fix Jakes tie.

You had no idea where your sudden feeling of ease came from, but there was no way you would miss the opportunity of having an actual date with Jake Tapper.

And who knew, maybe he could become something more than just your boss.

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Intoxicated

note: this was a request from @dappertapper69 , I hope you like it :)

words: 4238 (oops)

warning: alcohol, swearing, smut, unprotected sex (pls don’t do that) hope that’s it

“Focus, damn it! “you told yourself, hastily writing down some notes on your tablet before looking back up to where your boss was standing in front of the white board. It was the daily morning meeting, so you still were a bit tired, but that’s what coffee was for and it was certainly not the reason you weren’t able to pay attention.

It was him, your boss. Right now, he was showing some poll graphic, but your eyes were fixed on his muscular arms and rolled up shirt sleeves. He looked so good when dressed casually, the top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and you desperately wanted to run your hand into the neckline.

Yes, your boss was hot, but he was also really intelligent, kind and funny to no ends. The whole package, and your crush on him was big.

But your boss was also Jake Tapper, the lead anchor of CNN Washington, and there was no way he would ever see you this way. No, he was your mentor, and you basically owed everything you had right now to him.

You’ve met about a year ago at a debate Jake was moderating. Covering the event had been the first major job you’ve gotten from the newspaper you we’re working at back then, and while you weren’t really satisfied with print media, you had to take what you could. But meeting Jake had changed your life for real. You had started talking about what you were currently writing about, and you showed him some of the freelance articles you had done in for various political blogs.

He had liked your work, you exchanged numbers and two weeks later, a job offer from CNN Washington was on your desk, assistant producer for The Lead with Jake Tapper. You had to read the letter three times before actually believing it. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and you had no doubt who was behind it.

You didn’t hesitate for a moment, you directly called Jake to confirm, and two weeks later you were all packed up and ready to move to DC.

Jake went above and beyond to make sure your transfer was smooth in every sense, he helped you find an apartment, gave you a two-hour long office tour on your first day of work and regularly checked up on you in the first weeks to see if you were adjusting. He still did that, to be honest, even now that you’ve worked here for months and had learned the ropes.

But you didn’t mind at all, you have learned so much from Jake, journalism-wise as well as when it came to politics, history and literature. His general knowledge was so impressive, another thing that made him so ridiculously attractive to you.

But considering all the facts, jeopardizing your entire career by making a move at Jake was just impossible. But Lord, you wanted to.

You were so caught up in daydreaming that you didn’t even notice that the meeting was over, everyone already left except for Jake. He was packing up his stuff and looked over to you.

“Y/N, everything alright. You’ve been really quiet today, and you look exhausted. Is there something you need?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

Bless his heart, you thought. There was definitely something you needed from him, but you would not go there. And it wasn’t like you could tell him that the reason for your exhaustion was the wet dream you’ve had of him last night, one that made you wake you up drenched in sweat and with soaked panties, unable to fall asleep again.

So you just dismissed him. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Just a lack of sleep.”

“You know you can always come to me when there is something up.” Jake said, putting his hand on your arm in what was meant to be a friendly gesture, but just got you even more worked up. You had it bad for the man, and that was why needed to get out of this situation right now.

“Of course, I know.” You gave him a tight smile, hoping he would buy it. “But I really need to go now, lots of stuff to do. I’ll see you.”

Later that day, when you were alone in your office booth, you texted your friend who was working in another department of CNN.

I def need to let off some steam tonight. Club? Xx

She texted you back a couple of minutes later.

Run in with the hot boss again? ;) But sure, let’s do it xx

Even though it was a weekday, the club was bursting with people. You already were on your third or fourth round of shots, and the base was humming through your body, blasting away your worries.

You dragged your friend over to the dancefloor when you heard your favorite song starting to play, the alcohol creating a warm and fuzzy sensation you totally got lost in.

+++

When you woke up the next morning, you regretted every decision you ever made. You didn’t remember how you got home last night, and your head felt like someone had smashed it in with a hammer. And on top of all, you were late for work.

When you finally got the office, everyone was already coming out of the morning meeting. You carefully made your way inside the meeting room, where Jake was still packing up his stuff, as always. As you approached him, your heart almost jumped out of your chest, as it usually did when you were alone with him, but now with the added fear of his anger.

But when he glanced up and saw you, he looked…relieved? You were confused, you had expected a telling-off, but he appeared as if he was happy to see you.

“Thank god you’re alright, Y/N, I was so worried when you didn’t show up this morning.”

It was when he took a closer look at you that he noticed your appearance, and undoubtedly sensed the alcohol still lingering. He had a very keen sense of smell, something he told you a while back. You swallowed when you saw his expression shift from friendly to irritated.

“You’re hungover.” He stated matter-of-factly, his voice cold.

“Jake, I’m really sorry, I-“you began to apologize, but he was not having it.

“Look, it’s really none of my business how you decide to spend your free time, but I expect you to act professional when it comes to the job, and that doesn’t include showing up late and hungover. I will let this one slide, but this happens again, and we have a problem, am I clear?” he was definitely angry, and you should be intimidated my that. You really felt remorse, but seeing Jake worked up like that also made your stupid brain come up with thoughts of him throwing you on the desk of the briefing room and working out his frustration on you.

“I said, am I clear?” Jake asked again, you had clearly zoned out again.

“Yes, sure, clear.” You said in a small voice, now immensely ashamed that you had disappointed Jake, after everything he had done for you.

“Again, I am really so sorry.” You called after Jake as he was making his way out of the room, but he just dismissed you with a wave of his hand.

The thoughts you had about Jake didn’t leave your mind for the rest of the day. You wanted him so bad and seeing him constantly when he was so out of reach was getting harder every day. You desperately needed to clear your head, the only way you knew. So, against your better judgement, you texted your friend again, and a couple of hours later you found yourself in the same club, drunk and dancing without a care in the world.

You almost hated how much you needed this, the music, the people surrounding you, the alcohol flowing through your veins, making you forget everything.

You lost count how many drinks you’ve downed, but you lost sight of your friend as well, so you decided to go outside for a smoke and some fresh air.

You picked your phone out of your pocket to message your friend when a fantastic idea hit you.

Why not call Jake? You were having a great time, and it only made sense that you should share it with him, because you really liked him, right?

“Y/N? It’s the middle of the night, what’s wrong, did something happen?” a still sleepy, but increasingly alarmed Jake asked from the other side of the phone.

“Hiii Jake, oh my god, I’m having the best time ever here, it’s so fun, you should come too! C’mon its Friday, you should party a bit.” You basically screamed into your phone, your voice slightly slurred from too many drinks.

“Shit, it’s Friday morning, which means there is still work tomorrow. Wait, are you drunk? Where are you?” Jake asked, his voice was full of anger now, and under normal circumstances you would be really worried about that, but right now, you did not care a single bit.

“Oh, I’m at that great new club downtown, it’s called the red…I can’t remember, something with red, and the people are so nice, but I lost my friend, so I think I’m going home soon.” You rambled on, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

“There is no way in hell you’re going home like this, Y/N. You stay right where you are, I’m coming.”He definitely sounded infuriated now, and even your intoxicated brain understood the instructions.

“Alright, Jakey, I’ll see you.” But he had already hung up.

You kept aimlessly walking around in front of the club for a while, making drunk small talk with other club goers, when suddenly, someone grabbed your shoulder and yanked you around. It was Jake, tired looking and with a deep frown on his face.

“Jaaaaaake, you came!” You exclaimed and threw your arms around his neck. He stiffened against you and softly pushed you away.

“Y/N, you’re wasted. Come on, I’m getting you home.” He said, voice leaving no room for arguments. He grabbed you by the wrist and basically dragged you to his nearby car, pushing you into the passenger seat. When he leaned over you to buckle your seatbelt, he came incredibly close to you, and again, you spoke without thinking.

“You smell so nice, Jake, like a forest.”

He just gave you a puzzled look and walked around the car to get in the driver’s seat.

The drive to your flat passed in tense silence, you were busy staring at Jakes hands angrily gripping the steering wheel, wondering if they would feel as good around your neck as you imagined. You could feel a tingle between your legs and started squirming a bit, until Jake grabbed your bare tight just below the hem of your skirt and snarled “Stop moving like this, I have to focus on traffic.”

You had to stifle a moan at his rough touch, but if he noticed he didn’t comment on it.

When you finally arrived at your building, Jake had to support you while getting into the elevator and to your door, you weren’t that steady on your feet anymore and by now, more of a tired than a giddy drunk.

“That’s mine.” You said and started fumbling with your keys. “You wanna come inside?”

If you had been sober, you would’ve noticed the pained expression that flashed over Jakes face just before it hardened again.

“No, I certainly won’t come inside, but this is what you are going to do. You will drink a glass of water, brush your teeth and set your alarm, so you will be on time at work tomorrow where we can discuss” he gestured angrily between the two of you “whatever this stunt was. Understood?”

“Yes.” You answered meekly “and thank you for taking me home!” you called, but Jake was already on his way back to the elevator.

+++

When your alarm woke you up only a few hours later, you felt like hell. And that was because you could remember everything. No blissful blackout this time, you were able to recall every vivid, horrible detail of how you had made an absolute fool out of yourself in front of the man you admired most in the world. You owed him one hell of an apology, and you were not really sure how to go about this.

You entered the office like a beaten dog, shoulders hanging and praying to the gods you looked better than you felt. Jake ignored you in the morning briefing, so you stayed behind to face his wrath. When you were finally alone, you spoke first.

“Jake, about last night, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. Not only did I act extremely reckless and unprofessional, but I also took advantage of our friendship, which is something that a value more than anything. I accept whatever repercussion you see fit, I just hope you can see how sorry I am.” By the end of your little speech you were almost crying, your disappointment in yourself and your fear of Jakes reaction were making you physically sick.

Jake stayed silent for what felt like forever, and when he finally spoke, your anxiety was almost killing you. “Yes, I am immensely angry about what happened last night. But most of all I’m worried. The Y/N I know doesn’t act that irresponsible, getting absolutely wasted two nights in a row. I went to talk to your friend down in the sports department earlier this morning. I know, that might be considered unprofessional, but she’s just as worried as I am. She told me you’ve been drinking a lot lately, and always more than you should. What is wrong, Y/N, what are you hiding from me?”

That was the perfect timing to tell him everything, how he was on your mind all the time, how you wanted to kiss him, touch him, be with him in every way possible, so bad that it was keeping you up at night or haunted your dreams. But you couldn’t, there was too much on the line.

“Nothing, work is just stressful, I’ve been working overtime so much; I had to blow off some steam. I’m just sorry I dragged you into this.”

Jake stepped closer to you, and you could feel your heart speed up at the way he was looking at you, something like heated curiosity on his face.

“So, this has nothing to do with the way you threw yourself at me last night, or how you told me I smelled nice?” he asked, his deep voice making goosebumps break out all over your skin. “Or with the fact that you tried to invite me into your apartment?”

“Jake, it’s not how it looks like, I swear. I won’t bother you like this again, ever, I promise.” Your voice starting to become panicked, this couldn’t be happening, he couldn’t know.

But Jake just chuckled and leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“I think I know exactly how this looks, Y/N.”

He took a step back, suddenly looking calm and collected again, as if the moment you just had never happened.

“I have to go now, but I see you tonight. The office party in the bar down the road, you remember? I expect everyone to at least show up for a while.”

Great, you thought, having totally forgotten about the event. You just wanted to curl up in bed and feel sorry for yourself, but obviously that wasn’t in the cards for you today.

And so, a couple of hours later you found yourself in said bar, surrounded by your colleagues. You already had a short talk with your friend, ensuring her that you weren’t mad that she talked to Jake, you were convinced it came from a place of concern.

You kept it at two drinks, but it was enough to lighten your mood a bit. Jake was talking to someone in another corner of the room, and he looked fantastic with a casual blazer and no tie. There were moments when you felt like he was watching you, but you were never able to make eye contact and were too shy to approach him directly.

It got late and people were starting to hit the dancefloor. You decided to give it a go as well, and soon you were totally lost in the music.

Suddenly, you felt a set of strong hands on your hips and the presence of a warm body behind you. You spun around to tell whatever creep decided to grope you to let it go when you saw that it was Jake. He was smirking down at you, moving his body to the music. You weren’t sure what to do, you were incredibly nervous, but having him close felt so good. Deciding to be brave, you just took his hands and put them back on your hips, giving him a small nod. His grin broadened and you could see his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the dancefloor. He pulled you closer until your bodies almost were almost touching, you put your hands around his neck and started to lightly move against him.

Jakes eyes were darkening as he looked down at you, and his grip on your hips tightened noticeable. Being the center of his attention like that, in combination with the pulse of the base and the pleasant warmth of the alcohol in your system made you slightly lightheaded, you felt like you were in your own little bubble, just you and Jake. You started to lightly gyrate your hips, and you could swear that you heard him groan over the sound of the song playing. He pulled you even tighter against his body, by now you were grinding against each other, never leaving each other’s eyes, and your body felt like it was on fire. The tension between the two of you was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Your faces were coming closer and closer to each other, and your heart was basically jumping out of your chest by now, when suddenly, someone burst your bubble.

“Jake, we need you in the studio, there’s been an incident with…” some agitated guy tried to scream over the music, and you couldn’t make out all the words, but the next thing you heard was Jakes voice as he leaned down to address you.

“I have to go for now, but this isn’t over. I’ll see you on Monday.” It sounded promising, and a delicious shudder went down your spine at his words, easing away some of the frustration you felt at being interrupted.

The weekend was long, you didn’t call or text Jake, unsure what to say. So you just tried to distract yourself until it was finally time for work again.

The week started with the usual morning meeting, and you and Jake weren’t even trying to hide the glances you were giving each other. The dynamic between you had definitely shifted, and the tension only increased over the course of the day.

He was purposefully standing closer to you than usual, you let your hand lightly brush against his leg when he was sitting next to you at lunch and during the afternoon shows ad breaks, his eyes were fixed on you, never leaving you out of sight. You looked back, biting your lips and Jakes eyes widened, he looked like he wanted to devour you. You knew that sooner or later you had to face him and address what was going on. So when you got a message from Jake shortly after the show was over, telling you to meet him in his office, you basically ran there.

In front of his door, you took a moment to collect yourself before you knocked and entered.

Jake was leaning against his desk, tie and suit jacked discarded, arms crossed over his chest.

You made your way over to him and when you were close enough, he put his hands on your hips, like he was picking up right where you left it Friday night.

“You know.” He said, and his voice was a bit husky. “I’ve been in quiet the state since our dance Friday night. And your little touches here and there haven’t helped at all.”

He accentuated his words by pulling you flush against his body, and you moaned simultaneously when you felt the evidence of his arousal pressed against your belly.

You smirked and got on your tiptoes to whisper into his ear “I see, now what am I supposed to do about that?”

You pressed a kiss to his neck, and the deep groan he let out was almost sinful.

He reached out to grab your jaw and kissed you in a way that made it clear that he had lost his usually tight control. You held onto him with both arms while he spun you around and probed you up onto his desk, sending papers and pens flying in all directions. No one of you cared.

His hands found their way under your skirt, climbing up until his fingers were stroking over your already soaked panties. He pressed a finger to your covered clit, and you couldn’t suppress a loud moan.

“God, Y/N, how are you already so wet, I have barely touched you.”

“Get on with it then, please.” You groaned, spreading your legs to give him better access. He complied, pushing up your skirt. You lifted your hips so he could swiftly slide your panties down your legs, exposing your glistening center to the cool air of his office.

His fingers crept up your tights again, parting your lips and plunging two digits inside you while his thumb was rubbing your clit in light, circular motions, the pressure creating the most perfect sensation.

“Yesssss.” You hissed and tried to move your hips into the direction of his fingers to increase the friction, this wasn’t nearly enough for you.

“Please Jake, I need more.” You looked up at him and his eyes darkened.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.” He whispered, withdrew his fingers and opened his fly. He pulled down his trousers and underwear, revealing his cock. You licked your lips at the sight of it, you were definitely going to enjoy this.

“You better come over here right now.” You whispered, and Jake stepped between your legs, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, teasing you.

“Damn, Tapper, fuck me already.” You groaned, and a second later he was thrusting into you in one fluid motion, instantly setting a brutal pace. You slapped your hand over your mouth to suppress the scream that was bursting out of you at the feeling of being filled so roughly. By now, you were almost lying almost flat on his desk, various clutter digging into your back.

Jakes hand were on your hips again, grabbing them tightly while slamming into you over and over. You had to keep your hand pressed to your mouth to prevent your loud cries from spilling out. Jake was hitting a perfect spot deep inside you with each hard thrust and you already knew you wouldn’t last long.

“I’ve been thinking about this for the whole weekend, throwing you on that desk and fucking you.” He growled through his clenched teeth and hearing him talk like that made your arousal spike. You had never seen him so unhinged, and it was glorious.

“You feel so good inside me Jake, so good, please fuck me harder.” You whimpered, and when he deepened his thrusts it only took another moment till you hit your peak with a guttural cry, a disfigured version of Jakes name falling from your lips.

He fucked you through your climax, never slowing down. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead, your mixed breathings and groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the office.

When he reached between your legs to rub your clit again, it almost felt like too much, you were overstimulated, but he was relentless, rubbing and pressing until you were on the edge of another orgasm.

“Jake, ugh, I’m going to come again.” You cried, and when he pinched your bud between his fingers you felt like you died and went to heaven. The walls of your pussy were fluttering and clenching down onto his cock as you hit your second peak, this time dragging Jake along with you over the edge. He gave one last forceful thrust and released himself deep inside you with a growl.

After he pulled out, Jake helped you get up from the desk and pulled you against his chest.

“You should have told me earlier.” He said, voice still slightly breathless. “How you felt.”

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes.

“I wish I had.” You answered. “Would have saved me a lot of trouble.”

“What is this too you?” he asked, his voice strangely emotional “What do you want from this?”

“I want you. If you’ll have me?”

The kiss he gave you in response was all the answer you needed.

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Lover’s Spat

note: this is just pure filth my brain somehow came up with bc I was thinking about Jake

words: 1844

warnings: swearing, smut, spanking, dirty-talk, sir kink, dom!jake, choking…I hope that’s it

enjoy!

“Why can’t you just be reasonable for a second?” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. Your latest political discussion about the Biden administration’s handling of the pandemic had kind of turned into a fight, with you and your boyfriend shouting at each other from the opposite sides of the room.

“Why can’t you see the point I’m trying to make here?” Jake yelled, running his hands through his hair in a futile attempt to stay calm. “You can’t give them a break just because there’s a D behind their names now. That’s just hypocrisy.”

“Oh, but you can give them a break after being in the white house for fucking thirty days, Jake. The last administration left the country in ruins.” You were really getting mad now, no one had the ability to get under your skin the way Jake did, both in a positive and a negative way.

“They still have to be held by the same standards. If I don’t do that, I might as well just hand over my press credentials right now. Stop living in a dreamland, Y/N, this administration is not going to save our country. They are not the heroes.”

“You could at least drop the devil’s advocate shit when we are at home. And just because I’m idealistic doesn’t mean I’m naïve. I’m just hoping for a better future for our country and I’m willing to give them a chance. And don’t lecture me on press credentials as if I had no integrity, Mr. Breaking News.” The last sentence was said almost mockingly, but you had to defend yourself. Sure, you were no Jake Tapper, but your work as a political correspondent for MSNBC had never raised any complaints, you did a really good job, and you knew it.

Jake had the decency to look ashamed, he made his way over to you and put his hand on your face, cupping your jaw.

“Babe, I’m sorry, that wasn’t meant to come off as condescending. I know you put a lot of effort and dedication into what you’re doing. And you’re starting to make a name for yourself on the Hill. So, who knows, maybe CNN will reach out to you to make an offer if you keep it up like that.”

And like that, your anger was on again, and you slapped Jakes hand away.

“And what the hell makes you think I want to come and work for CNN. You think I want to end up having five minutes on one of your stupid panels every two weeks. No, thank you. Also” you thought about if you should really say that, but you were angry and decided to not give a damn. “over at MSNBC, CNN’s great Jake Tapper is known to have biggest stick up his ass, so thank you, I’d rather end up writing for a TV paper than working for you.”

Jake actually was speechless, looking at you with a look of absolute disbelief at what you just said. Then, his face was changing, and it made a cold shiver go down your spine. He was furious in a way you have rarely seen before, fists clenched at his sides and eyes so dark that you really became scared for a moment.

“You really should have thought about what you said.” He said, his voice dangerously low. “Bedroom. Now.”

“But Jake, I’m-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Y/N. Move.”

You slowly made your way to your bedroom, Jake right behind you. You felt an odd mixture of fear and arousal at the way he was looking at you, like he was about to rip you to pieces.

You definitely were in trouble, a fact that was becoming even clearer to you when you saw a strange, hard calmness suddenly setting on Jakes face, as if he had just come to a conclusion about what he had in store for you. You shivered with anticipation but stayed quiet.

You came to a stop in the middle of the room, looking at Jake like a deer caught in the headlights.

He walked up right behind you, leaning down to whisper into your ear, his breath deliciously hot on your skin

„You know that I don’t like it when there’s misbehavior, Y/N. You really should’ve watched yourself. “

You could only whimper in response, Jakes close proximity erasing your ability to string a sentence together. You could feel yourself getting wet just from the way his voice sounded, dark and calm with an edge of underlying danger.

"Nothing to say for yourself, huh?" he asked from behind you, reaching out to lightly trace his thumb across your neck, pressing down softly into the little hollow just below your throat.

Your breath hitched in your throat, but you managed a simple "I’m sorry."

He wrapped his whole hand around your throat, applying more pressure.

"I’m sorry, what? “he hissed into your ear.

"I’m sorry, Sir."

He eased the pressure.

"Good Girl. “he murmured against the skin of your neck, and you felt like your whole body was on fire just from those two simple words. If that was the mood he was in today, things were about to get interesting.

"Strip and bend over on the bed. Now. “Jake said, removing his hand and taking two steps away from you. His stern, authoritative tone left no room for arguing, and you would never dare to, not with the way he was looking at you.

You quickly shed all your clothes and leaned over so your upper body was pressed to the duvet. You knew what was coming when you felt Jakes hand on your lower back, slowly stroking down to squeeze your naked ass. Feeling his rough touch only increased the burning, hot wetness between your legs.

“You know what to do.” he stated. Your anticipation was thrumming through your body, and you knew Jake loved seeing you squirm, waiting for him to act, to put you in your place.

*crack*

The first blow landed in the middle of your right ass cheek, leaving a delicious sting and undoubtedly a bright red handprint.

“One, Sir."

*crack*

The second one was already delivered harder, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure you felt in a way that made your pussy ache with arousal. You had no doubt that Jake could already see how wet you were from where he was standing.

“Two, Sir” you said, your voice already growing slightly breathy.

Jake delivered another row of slaps to your bottom, and by the end of it, you were a whimpering, hot mess.

“Fifteen, fuck.” you cried. Your ass was burning like it was on fire, and you were so aroused that you could hardly take it anymore. You needed to come, and preferably by Jake fucking you into the mattress.

“What do we say, Y/N?” Jake asked from behind you. His voice was strained, and he was breathing heavily, spanking you clearly got him worked up.

“Thank you, Sir." you whimpered, and tried grinding your ass into Jakes crotch, you wanted him so desperately. He was not having it, and reached out to squeeze your bruised bottom, making you groan because of the dull pain he was causing with his touch.

“What do you want? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me, Sir. I need it.”

Jake didn’t answer, but you could hear a sharp intake of breath, followed by the sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing.

Then, his hands were on your hips in a bruising grip, and he was pushing his hard cock inside you so slowly that you could only utter a broken sob.

He was stretching you in the most perfect way, and you desperately wanted him to move. But when you tried to wiggle your ass against him to get some friction, he delivered a harsh slap to your already sore behind, making you cry out.

“Stay still and take what I’m giving to you.” he said, and you knew just from the steely edge of his voice that it was better to just obey.

He started to slowly thrust into you, his grip on your hips painfully firm. You were moaning freely now, the friction was enough to drive you to the edge of an orgasm without actually pushing you over.

Jake was keeping up the pace, he knew exactly how much you could take without reaching your peak, and he was taking full advantage of it.

“Please, Sir, harder.” You whimpered, tears of frustration starting to form in your eyes. Your body was tense, like you were about to snap any moment.

“I said.” He growled, leaning forward to wrap his large hand around your throat, chocking you. “You take what I’m giving you.”

But you couldn’t take it, not anymore, the pleasure in combination with the feeling of Jakes strong fingers on your neck were making you go crazy. The pleasure was growing inside you like a wildfire, spreading hot sparks all over your skin, you were unable to control it anymore.

“Sir, I need more, please make me cum on your cock, please fuck me harder, I need it.” You we’re begging now, you knew how much Jake enjoyed that. And it worked.

Hearing you plead made Jake growl as he started to speed up his movements, now thrusting into you with a deep, relentless pace. Every snap of his hips made you see stars and cry out his name, until you were just moaning into the mattress, your legs almost giving out under you.

Jake had removed his hand from your neck and was now pushing your upper body down onto the bed, creating an even deeper angle.

The perfect feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you and his harsh breaths that were slowly turning into moans were the only thing you could still perceive as you were steadily approaching your climax.

You could feel Jakes movements getting more erratic and could sense that he was close as well.

“Sir, please come inside me, fill me.” You whimpered and hearing those words did it for Jake.

He reached around you, pressing down on your clit harshly. Your body started to shake, and you came with a cry right as Jake emptied his load inside you, your name falling from his lips in a drawn-out moan.

He collapsed next to you on the bed and immediately pulled you close to his chest, burying his face in your hair and stroking your back slowly.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked quietly, and you just gave him a blissful smile, you were still floating in the aftermath of your orgasm.

“That was brilliant. I should rile you up more often.” You murmured after a while.

Jake just chuckled darkly, grabbing your hair and tugging lightly.

“This argument is not over, so try me, love.”

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Okay my Jake fanfic request is one where Jake is soft Jake and in a newish relationship and unlike the other fanfics he wants sex but doesn’t know how to go about initiating it because he is afraid he’s reading signals wrong and doesn’t want to be too direct and Y/N notices his nervous behavior when things are intimate and tries to give him opportunities to initiate it

Tentative

words: 2,4 k

warnings: NSFW, smut

enjoyyy :)

“Oh my god, Jake that was perfect.” You sighed, dropping your fork onto your empty plate.

The dinner your boyfriend had made for you had been one of the best things you had ever eaten, he had even made your favorite chocolate cake for dessert.

“I had no idea you can cook like that.”

Jake just rubbed his neck, clearly happy but also a bit embarrassed about the amount of praise you were giving him. “Well, you said you were having a hard day, so I wanted to do something nice for you.” He murmured, smiling softly at you. You beamed back, you had really hit the jackpot with Jake.

The two of you had met at a fundraiser you attended with some colleagues from the law firm you worked for and had been dating for about a month now. One of the first things you had learned about Jake Tapper was that while he was confident and assertive at his job as an anchor, he could be pretty shy and quiet in private. That didn’t bother you at all though, he was one of the funniest, sweetest and most considerate people you had ever met, and he treated you like a queen.

After dinner you poured yourself a glass of wine and retired to the couch with Jake. You started a movie, but soon you moved closer to him, cuddling against his side and tentatively stroking his leg.

He turned his face away from the tv to look at you. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.” he whispered, and cupped your jaw to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. Kissing him still made fireworks go off inside you every time, even after a month. You put an arm around him, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

He still was a bit tense, but when you slid your tongue across his bottom lip, he groaned and relaxed against you. As you pressed your body even closer to his, you could feel the hard bulge that was slowly beginning to form in his pants, and it made you clench your legs in arousal.

You hadn’t had sex with Jake yet as both of you had agreed to take things slow, but you definitely wanted him, a lot. Maybe tonight was the right time.

Carefully, your hands wandered to Jakes lower back and pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers. As soon as you felt the smooth skin of his back under your fingers, your resolve to take it slow crumbled, and you tried to climb on Jakes lap, desperate to feel his hardness pressed against your core.

But Jake broke the kiss, looking flustered and a bit unsettled.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really need to use the restroom.” He spoke, and before you could reply, he got up and almost fled the room.

+++

As soon as the door of the bathroom closed behind him, Jake pressed his forehead against in and let out a staggered breath, his fists clutched at his side.

Swearing quietly, he readjusted his pants to relieve some of the pressure. Walking away from the situation had been hard, but he needed to stop before he lost control over his actions. You were so perfect, beautiful and pure, and deserved that he waited for the right moment to take it further. The worst thing he could imagine was pressuring you into something you didn’t feel ready for yet.

If he thought about it, you had appeared pretty eager back on the couch, but what if he was just reading the signs wrong and hurt you in the process? He couldn’t stop ragging his brain about it, afraid he could do something wrong. You had been the one suggesting taking things slow, and Jake respected that, because he respected you. He could just hope that he wouldn’t snap and let himself get carried away the next time a situation like that came up.

When he finally felt a bit more collected and controlled again, he splashed some cold water into his face and decided to go back to see you.

+++

Back in the living-room, you were slightly confused and a bit uncertain as well. Hadn’t Jake enjoyed himself? Why had he stormed out of the room like that?

You took a sip of wine and hoped he would come back soon, you were the kind of person to address situations like that heads on, you would just ask him what the problem was.

When Jake made his way back to you, he looked a bit more pulled together again, he had readjusted his shirt and fixed his hair. When he sat back down next to you, he took your hand and started talking.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry if I went too far earlier, and made you feel uncomfortable.” He said, his voice was serious and there was a pleading look in his eyes, like he was really worried.

“Jake, no, everything is fine. You didn’t do anything wrong, I enjoyed what we did very much.” You replied, squeezing his hand to reassure him that you were telling the truth. “I know we agreed to take things slow, but-“

The shrill ring of your cellphone interrupted you, it was your work phone, so you quickly took the call.

“There’s a problem at the firm, trouble with a client, I have to run. I am so sorry, Jake, thank you for the amazing dinner, I’ll call you tomorrow and we can finish our conversation.” You pressed a quick kiss to his mouth and grabbed your stuff before hurrying out of Jakes apartment, leaving the man alone with his thoughts.

+++

You spent the car ride to work going over what had just transpired between you and Jake. He was clearly extremely careful around you, and you appreciated that, there were way too many men who thought they could just take what they wanted without consideration.

But it was evident Jake desired you and wanted more. Was it possible that he was just too shy, or anxious to pressure you? By now, you were aware that could be at bit uptight as well at times, maybe he just needed a nudge in the right direction?

You decided to lay it out for him, dropping some hints so he would see that you were perfectly fine with him taking what he wanted. After all, actions spoke louder than words sometimes.

+++

A week later, you were sure that things were moving in the right direction. You had been dropping subtle hints at every chance you got, casually touching Jake whenever you could, fixing his tie, squeezing his thigh when he was sitting next to you, pressing your body extra close to his when he was kissing you. You just wanted him to feel more comfortable around you, but he was still a bit too hesitant for your liking. You had to up the game.

Friday night, after a hard week of work, the two of you were having dinner at a nice, elegant restaurant. Afterwards, you invited Jake over to your place for a late-night drink, and hopefully more.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m just going to change into something a bit more casual.” You said, before making your way to your bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

After waiting for a minute, you called out Jakes name.

“Baby, could you please come in here for a second and help me?”

Jake came right away. “What do you need, Y/N?”

You stood in front of your floor length mirror and looked at Jake through the reflection, a small pout in your lips. “Could you unzip me please? I can’t reach all the way back.” You asked, and pointed to the zipper of your dress, all while trying to make your voice sound as innocent as possible.

You saw Jake swallowing visibly before he stepped up behind you. Feeling him so close, you had to fight the urge to just press your backside to his body. No, you told yourself, you had to be patient and do this on his terms.

Carefully, Jake reached out to brush your hair away from your back, and when his fingers slid over the skin of your neck, you could barely stifle a moan, your skin tingling where he had touched you.

Slowly, Jake pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress, revealing your smooth skin and black lace underwear to the cool air of the room.

You observed Jakes reflection, the way his eyes darkened, and his gaze was fixed on the bare skin of your back, wandering further and further down. There was a light flush on his cheeks, he was clearly worked up.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered and let the fabric of your dress fall to the floor, leaving you only in your matching panties and bra.

Jakes face took on an almost pained expression, and he tentatively reached out to let his fingers trail down your spine.

“You are breathtaking, Y/N, absolutely gorgeous.” He murmured, and you sighed and leaned your head back against his shoulder.

“Kiss me, Jake, please.” You whispered and reached out to place his other hand on your hip.

Jake let out a low groan and leaned down to press feather-light kisses against your exposed neck, his thumb softly brushing over your hipbone.

You keened into his touches and felt wetness starting to pool between your legs.

Looking up to meet your eyes in the mirror, Jake spoke out, his voice breathy and a bit stained. “Is that alright? Please tell me when it becomes too much for you.”

“Its not too much, quite the opposite in fact. Please don’t stop.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, and his eyes were so open and warm that your heart gave a little tug in your chest. He was so gentle; you almost couldn’t believe it.

“Absolutely sure.”

It felt like a weight had dropped off Jakes shoulders, his hand on your hip tightened and pulled you back against him, your ass grinding into the bulge in his trousers. The moan he let out was deep and wanton, and your need for him hit you with full force.

Jakes other hand swiftly unclasped your bra, sliding it off your arms to let it join your dress on the floor. Turning around to face Jake, you took his face between your hands and gave him a deep, passionate kiss before beginning to open the buttons of his dress shirt.

“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes, baby.” You murmured, sliding the shirt off his shoulders before brushing your palms over his muscled chest. His skin was warm and soft, and you pressed little open-mouthed kisses to it while you carefully undid his belt-buckle to pull his trousers down.

Jake was panting hard by now, and when you palmed his erection though his boxer shorts, he lost his tight control. Grabbing your hips, he spun you around to push you onto your bed, laying down on top of you.

“Jake, baby, I’m yours. I trust you.” You whispered, looking him deep in the eyes so he could see how serious you were.

Jake kissed you deeply before his hand trailed down your stomach, finding it’s way between your legs. He slowly pulled your lace panties down, throwing them onto the bed before one of his fingers carefully dipped into the wetness between your legs. You threw your head back into the pillows and moaned loudly when he started to softly stroke your clit with his thumb, moving his fingers against your core until you came with a small sob.

Jakes eyes were fixed on you as you came down from your high, his pupils were blown, and his erection was visibly straining against his underwear.

You reached out to lightly tug on the hem of his boxers. “Wow.” you panted. “I definitely need you to get you out of those.”

Hastily, Jake pulled the last article of clothing down his legs, and the sight of his hard cock sent another surge of arousal through you.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked, and you reached over to your nightstand to hand him one.

After he had put it on, you slowly spread your legs, making room for Jake to lie between them. He lined up his cock, and gave you another deep look, almost as if he was asking permission.

“I want you, Jake, please.” You whined, and when he pushed into you and began to move, your whines turned into breathy moans, your breath hitching with every thrust he gave.

His eyes were fixed on your face the whole time, dark and warm, drinking in your pleasured noises and little squirms as you fell apart under him.

“So perfect, baby.” He murmured under his breath “You feel so amazing.”

You cupped his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, softly biting his bottom lip, something he apparently enjoyed as his thrusts were getting slightly harder. You reached out to softly tug on his hair and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Jakes hand sneaked back between your legs to circle your clit, and the combined stimulation made your entire body tingle and burn with pleasure. Every stroke sent a new pulse of arousal through you, and when he softly bit your neck, you lost it.

You chanted Jakes name, clinging onto him as your climax pulsed through you, making you walls flutter and clench around his length.

Jakes grip on you hardened for a moment, he gave one last deep thrust and stayed buried deep inside of you as he found his release.

A moment later, all tension left his body and he collapsed on top of you. You started to softly stroke his back, enjoying bathing in the afterglow while having him so close.

After a while, he carefully pulled out and propped himself up to look at you, a slightly worried expression on his face. You were sincerely hoping he wasn’t still being unsure about this.

“I can hear your thoughts from here, Jake. What is wrong?”

“Are you alright, baby?” he murmured, and you just let out a short laugh.

“Alright? I’m more than alright. “you said, smiling at him to reassure him just how good you were feeling. “That was amazing.”

“I just didn’t want to feel like I expected anything from you.” Jake said, sounding slightly relieved now.

“Stop worrying! You didn’t, baby. But I expect you to do what you just did again, and very soon.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

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After Class

note: so, I wasn’t really able to get that image of Jake as a college/university professor out of my head and this kind of happened, idk if it qualifies as an AU but anyway, here is Professor!Jake for you

(sorry for the grammar, non-native speaker here)

warnings: professor-student relationship, swearing, smut (fingering, oral), nsfw

“Shit, shit , shit.”

You ran through the empty hallways towards the lecture hall, the old clock on the wall telling you what you already knew: you were late, almost 20 minutes. And just because you overslept after working on that essay for your political history class till 4 am last night.

Professor Tapper would be so mad, he absolutely hated unpunctuality. Just the thought of him being angry or disappointed with you made you quicken your step even more, because Jacob Tapper was the very man you desperately tried to impress more than anyone else.

He usually worked as the lead political correspondent for CNN down in Washington DC, but, as he stated at the start of his first lecture, decided to take a sabbatical after the 2020 election, using the time to teach at his alma mater as a guest Professor.

He was brilliant, a walking history encyclopedia and was considered to be one of the sharpest political minds of the generation. His lectures were the perfect mix of both of those subjects, and he was throwing in a lot of his journalistic expertise as well. You admired him and truly enjoyed having him as your Professor. And you would’ve loved nothing more than to take in every single brilliant thing he said. But there was one tiny problem.

Because above all, he was hot. Like, please-bend-me-over-your-desk-after-class-hot. That very fact was often making it incredibly hard for you to pay attention to what he was saying, so you spent your lessons staring at his back, his hands, his face from the last row, letting his deep, smooth voice wash over you.

Even if he was more than 20 years older than you, you really had it bad for him, which was one of the reasons you lost sleep every night. That, and his very demanding curriculum.

Out of breath, you finally arrived at the doors of the lecture hall, opening them as quietly as possible, trying to sneak into the room without anyone taking notice of you.

“How nice of you to finally join us, Ms. Y/L/N“

Shit. He had noticed you.

And as you looked to where he was standing in front of the class you could see a deep frown on his handsome face.

He was, as usually, impeccably dressed, wearing a dark blue suit and his glasses, which were a personal weakness of yours.

It took a small cough from one of your classmates for you to stop staring at Professor Tapper and actually addressing him instead of undressing him with your eyes.

“I am so sorry for being late, Sir, it certainly won’t happen again.“ you stammered, feeling like you might faint from the embarrassment of the situation.

"I will certainly hold you to that. Still, come and see me after class to discuss this, please.“ he said, his stern voice and intense stare making your heart almost burst out of your chest.

He turned to the blackboard again, continuing to talk about McCarthyism, his deep voice carrying effortlessly through the lecture hall.

You were still beyond embarrassed that he called you out like that, and even more so because it was very likely that he caught you staring at him. You hastily made your way to the nearest free seat, fortunately this was a Dartmouth senior class and not Highschool, so there were no snickers or silly comments, you didn’t draw much attention.

You spent the remainder of the lesson trying to focus on the actual topic instead of how broad your professors shoulders looked in that tailored suit jacket, or how perfectly styled his grey hair was. Unsurprisingly, you had no success as your mind wandered even further down the dangerous path of attraction you had for Professor Tapper, thinking about the things those long, elegant fingers holding the chalk could do to you or what dirty words he could whisper against your skin with this sinful voice of his.

You were so caught up in your inappropriate daydreaming that you totally missed your Professor ending the lecture and dismissing your classmates.

You heard your name being called, and looked up, startled. Professor Tapper was standing right in front of your desk, arms crossed in front of his chest, staring down at you with an unreadable expression.

“We definetly need to talk about your attitude regarding this class, Ms. Y/L/N. Not only have you been late for the fourth time this month, your participation is severely lacking, to put it mildly. I...I don’t get it.” He said, his voice staring to get louder. He ran his hand through his hair, looking exasperated.

“Your submitted papers are extraordinarily good, your analysis is always spot on, and you find a way of comprehending the topics that no one of your classmates seem to grasp. And yet you spend each one of my lessons not paying attention, you’re not able to awnser any questions and you never partake in discussions. What is the matter? Am I boring you?“

He grew more agitated with each sentence, now leaning onto your desk with both arms and staring directly at you. If he only knew how far from bored you were in his class.

You felt like you were frozen, held in place by the way his eyes were looking straight into yours. His fingers were gripping the edge of your desk now, it took everything in you not to stare at the veins on the back of his hand. And, worst of all, you felt a blush starting to creep up your neck. You couldn’t get a single word out.

“I asked you a question, Ms. Y/L/N.” there was sincere anger evident in his voice now.

„I’m...I’m so sorry, Professor Tapper. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. It doesn’t come from a place of disrespect, because I have nothing but admiration for you...” you stopped yourself before saying something you might regret. You could feel your blush intensifying.

A look of realization flashed over your Professors face.

“Oh, so thats what this is all about, I see.” he murmured, and turned around, walking towards his own desk in the front of the classroom.

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements to get you transferred to Professor Coopers class. This situation is highly inappropriate and it can’t interfere with your academial career, I won’t allow it.”

You were shocked.

Quitting Professor Tappers class? Never having another lecture with him again seemed like an impossible thing to even imagine. Before you could stop yourself, you began to speak again.

“No, Sir, please don’t do this. I’ll get a grip on it, I promise. It’s a silly crush, I won’t act on it, ever. I’ll never be late again, and I’ll participate, I’ll respond to every single question you give me, just please don’t make me quit your class.” you pleaded.

Your professor didn’t answer, so you got up from your chair and made your way over to him, coming to a halt in front of his desk. He was looking at you, eyes dark, an almost pained expression on his face. You took the paper you spent all night finishing out of your bag, putting it on his desk.

“This is my latest assignment, please read it before you make your decision. I am really putting so much effort into my work for this class, and I can’t imagine going to another professor with my questions. Please don’t send me away.” You were almost begging now, desperation evident in your voice.

Professor Tapper sighed and took of his glasses, the motion making your heart go fast you felt arousal starting to burn in your lower stomach. He was too attractive for his own good. You realized, too late, that you said the last part out loud.

“Sorry.” you whispered, not daring to meet his eye.

“Ms...Y/N” he said, addressing you by your first name for the first time ever.

You looked up to him.

“What you don’t understand is that I can’t allow myself to teach you anymore, considering this new...development. I just can’t do it.”

He took another deep breath, looking as if he was under an immense amount of stress. His shoulders were tense, and the crease between his eyebrows was more prominent then ever.

“But why?” you cried, “we can act like this whole conversation never happened. Nothing has to change, I’ll do better, I promise!”

He slammed his palm onto the table, the loud noise echoing through the empty lecture hall.

“Because it takes every damn ounce of my self control not to throw you over this desk right now and have my way with you, so how the hell am I supposed to teach you every day knowing that this is exactly what you want me to do? Staring at me like you’re doing it right now? I can’t do it!”

he was almost shouting now, breathing heavily. He was leaning over his desk so that his face was just inches apart from yours, close enough for you to see the small wrinkles around his eyes and how his lips were slightly parted.

And then you just leaned over and kissed him. His lips were soft but unmoving under yours. He was absolutely rigid for a second. Then he groaned against your mouth, and one of his hands reached out to cup your jaw and pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

A moan escaped your lips, and he broke free, taking several steps back from you. He was breathing hard and you could see a bulge beginning to form in his suit pants.

“Y/N, you have to leave. Now. We can’t do this.”

But there was no chance you were throwing away this opportunity. You’ve wanted this man for months, and this was your shot. So you slowly circled the desk and stopped right in front of Professor Tapper.

Gathering all your courage, you put one of your hands on his arm...and let the other one brush against his tight, close to his crotch. He let out a hiss, but didn’t make an attempt to remove your hands. His body was tense, but his eyes were dark and full of desire. He clearly wanted this as much as you did.

“No one needs to know. “ you whispered. “We obviously both want this, we’re both adults and you’re not even responsible for my final exam. You’re a guest professor, plus my graduation is only two months away anyway. I’ve wanted this, you, since I first stepped into your class.”

This broke his last resolve, he surged forward and started kissing you again, harder this time, his hands roaming your back, going downwards and squeezing your ass through your skirt as he pressed you against the hardening bulge in his trousers. "Fuck...are you sure you want to do this?“ he groaned into your ear. You just managed a breathy „Oh my god, yes.“

He instantly grabbed your hair to tilt your head back and cover your exposed neck with kisses and nibbles, making your skin break out in goosebumps and heat coiling in your lower stomach. You could feel yourself starting to get wet, and grinded your core against his erection again, your hands fisted into the lapels of his suit jacket. You moved against him, causing him to groan again, the deep, rumbling sound only fueling your arousal.

Your hands were shaking as you started working on his fly, opening the zipper and palming his cock through his boxer briefs.

While he continued to kiss your neck, his hands found their way under your skirt and he quickly pulled your panties down. As soon as your hot center was exposed, one of his long fingers parted your folds, gathering wetness.

Two of his digits entered you in a swift motion and the feeling of his fingers stretching you was like heaven. He was stroking that special spot deep inside you with every move as he plunged in and out of your wet pussy.

You buried you head in Jacobs (yes, you started thinking of him as Jacob, which was fair enough considering he had his fingers buried inside you) shoulder, muffling your increasing moans as you felt your orgasm approaching. The familiar tingling started low in your belly and slowly spread into every part of your body as Jake continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you faster and faster, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit in the most delicious way.

"I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, feel you come apart under me. Come on, darling, come on my fingers.“ he growled into your ear and bit your earlobe. That was the last straw and you came with a cry, your walls clenching around his fingers as pleasure surged through you.

Your knees were weak as you slowly removed your head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. His blown pupils and heavy breathing were making it obvious that this was affecting him just as much as you, which was also evident from the very prominent erection that was tenting his boxer briefs through the open fly. He carefully withdrew his fingers and quickly wiped them on his pants.

"Wow“ you said, still trying to find your breath. "That was...amazing“

Your head was still spinning a bit from the intensity of your orgasm, but you were already thinking about how to repay him for making you feel so good.

You reached out your hand to palm his erection again, making him utter a low groan. Leaning forward, you whispered into his ear.

"Let me reciprocate, please.”

"You don’t have to-"

You broke him off with a small smirk.

"Please, I insist.”

Without hesitation, you dropped to your knees in front of him. He watched you intensely, sucking in a sharp breath as you looked up to him from under your lashes while you slowly pulled down his briefs along with his trousers. His erection sprung free, and you wasted no time, putting your hand around the base and slowly started taking the head into your mouth. You could feel his cock heavy on your tongue as you slowly sucked him deeper. One of his hands fisted into your hair and he started thrusting in and out of your mouth.

You put your hands onto his thighs for leverage, softly scraping you nails across his skin, which only seemed to spur him on, his thrusts starting to become deeper.

“God, Y/N, your mouth feels absolutely fantastic. You look so beautiful on your knees, sucking me off, taking my cock between your pretty lips.”

You almost couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of your usually so eloquent Professors mouth. Who would’ve known he could talk so dirty.

It turned you on, immensely, and you increased your efforts, taking him even deeper into your mouth. You could feel his thrusts starting to quicken, and even if it was getting harder for you not to gag, you were enjoying this slightly rough treatment.

"Shit, I’m- I’m going to come, Y/N.” he gasped, locking eyes with you.

You nodded your head as far as it was possible, signaling him to not stop. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his legs and swallowed his cock deeper until it was hitting the back of your throat. He let out a deep, guttural moan and tightened his grip on your hair almost painfully as he came inside your mouth.

You released him, wiping the spit from your lips and looked up at your Professor. He was a sight to behold, dark eyes, tousled hair, leaning against his desk as he was slowly coming down from his high. You spoke first, getting up from the floor.

“I...liked that.” you said, unsure of what to say exactly.

He took a deep breath and rubbed a hand across his face.

“It was absolutely amazing. But we shouldn’t have done it. The very last thing I want is to take advantage of you. You deserve to be treated right.” he said in a low voice as he was readjusting his clothing. Hearing him say those things made a warm, happy feeling spread inside your chest. He cared. This hasn’t been just some quick way to blow off steam.

“You treated me exactly right, please dont worry...Jacob” you said, testing out the unfamiliar first name. He just nodded, and then his arms were around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he pressed a soft kiss to your hair.

“Thank you so much. But if you want this to continue, I must insist that you transfer into Professor Coopers class. Please, Y/N.”

his voice was heavy with emotion and he released you from the embrace to look directly at you.

“I agree. And I very much want this to continue, so I’m gonna transfer. It’s only for a few more weeks anyway. But, and this is my condition, you have to take me out for dinner this weekend.”

“Fair enough. I’d love to take you out properly. And please, call me Jake.”

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[prettybiching]

Teasing On Air

Warning: 18+ mature scenes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), blow job, fingering, slight dirty talking, unedited Pairing: Jake Tapper x Reader (friends with benefit) Word limit: 1.7k (this is my first reader insert fic so go easy on me y’all)

"We're back here with Y/N L/N who had spent the last couple of days in Delaware with the now President-elect and Vice President-elect," Jake's thick calculated voice spoke, going straight to her core. His face remained stoic, disguising what was happening underneath the table from other prying eyes.

"Thank you, Jake, it's good to be back here," You grinned at the camera, enjoying the way he stifled a groan. God, he was sexy.

"Now, Y/N, how are President-elect and the Vice-President elect's family preparing for the-the..." he bites back a moan, covering it with a cough and she smirks slightly in triumph, your feet inching higher up the fabric of his dress pant. 

"You okay there?" You purr, feigning concern, your hand reaching out to squeeze his. He wants to glare at you, bend you over the very desk and have his way with you. You know it too, from the way his pupils kept dilating every time his eyes scanned yours. 

He clears his throat, attempting to return to his groove and get this interview over. "Yes," he shrugs, "as I was saying, how are the families preparing for the transition, especially since the President is refusing the accept defeat?"

"Well, Jake," You began, making a show of pursing your cherry red lips. "They rest assured that the transition will take place smoothly despite the Trump Administration's denial of the results..." The words, which had been rehearsed countless times, leave your mouth with the practice of a professional and your mind drifts to the other important task at hand.

The pointed heel of your stilettos finally settles on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his groin. He tenses underneath your touch yet doesn't try to move your foot away. No, he's enjoying it, you think. He's enjoying the thrill, the risk of being caught at any second.

Your little secret, you think, that you've been hiding for two years could be out. Your heart races at the thought, your skin flushing warm as you feel Jake cold hand running up and down your ankle. He doesn't try to move it, his rough, calloused hands pressing higher and higher up your leg.

This time, you're the deer caught at headlight as his movements send a shiver down your spine. You didn't realise how much you missed his feather-like touch, his fingers dancing across your bare skin, teasing you until you're begging for him to fuck you.

God, when's this interview going to be over?

As if reading her mind, Jake thanks her for coming in and concludes the segment. If you looked closely, you could notice the stiffness of his shoulders and the slight flush of his cheeks. You'd always find him attractive, even when he's pulling at his hair in frustration, even when he's all sweaty gross after a run but this---having him all hot and flustered, because of you, he almost looks angelic.

The cameras cut, and you whimper inaudibly as his hands let go of your leg, leaving behind a wisp of cold air. You want to feel his warmth again, it's only been a few days since the two of you have been together, but you miss it terribly. 

Jake is the first one to get up from his seat, leaving you behind without saying a word. For a second, you think he's mad, had you gone too far? Perhaps he wasn't in the mood, and you'd pushed him. Before you're able to reprimand yourself for your actions, your phone chimes in the hidden pocket of your blue dress.

'My dress room. NOW.'

With those four words, the familiar tingle in your gut returned, and you wasted no time in rushing towards his dressing room, not bothering to bid anyone goodbye.

Once you find yourself in front of the white door with the words 'J.Tapper' written in bold letters, you don't bother knocking and let yourself into the room. As soon as you step inside the room, the door closes with a sharp thud, and Jake pressed you against it, his lips crashing into yours with desperation.

Moaning quietly, your arms crossed his neck, hands wandering into his styled hair.

"You left me alone for days..." He murmured his lips hovering against yours.

"and then you teased me like that, naughty girl," you gasp as his lips trail down your neck, leaving wet kisses.

"Did you miss me?" You managed to tease him before he sucked on your sweet spot, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. He continued sucking on your neck while his fingers wandered underneath your dress.

"Of course I did," He admits, his mouth moving down to leave sloppy kisses down your breasts. Meanwhile, his hands strayed to the bare skin of your inner thighs. "Missed my naughty girl, sending me all those pictures of you wearing nothing while I couldn't touch you."

Pulling away for air, the two of you looked at each other, panting. Jake's dilated pupils eyed you hungrily, his warm breath fanning over your face. Your hands travelled further up his hair, pulling on his grey locks, evoking a growl from him.

"Jake..." You moaned shakily as his hands roamed around your bare pelvis teasingly. His other hand moved up to cup your jaw, bending down to trail a few kisses down your neck, before he shoved his thumb into your mouth.

"You minx," he chuckles, his fingers running through your fold, gathering your wetness and bringing it up to massage your clit. "Have you been walking around the office with your bare wet pussy?"

You gasp around his thumb, his voice sending a bolt of electricity straight to your clit. His fingers spread your lips wide open before shoving his middle finger inside you without a warning.

"Answer me, princess," He growls against your ear. 

"Y-yes," you mewl as his thumb leaves your mouth, a string of saliva trailing down your chin. "I wanted to show you how wet you make me."

"Fuck," He groans, his index rubbing circles on your clit. Your body shook beneath him, your orgasm inching closer with every stroke of his fingers.

"I need you in me," you gasped, biting your lip as the coil in your lower abdomen threatened to snap. "Please."

Obliging, his hands left your body and led to the couch. He pushed your blue dress with his rough hands so you could spread your legs before his lips encased yours in a hungry kiss, swallowing down your moan. 

Your hands pulled at his tie before you pushed his suit jacket off of his shoulders. His lips wandered down your jaw, sucking on the skin of your exposed neck.

"Been waiting to do this for weeks," He whispered.

"Tapper, stop teasing," You whimpered, the pulsing of your pussy getting more prominent. 

He looked up at her through hooded eyes. "Now you know how I felt, princess."

"Turn around," He commanded nonetheless, and she wasted no time in obliging. 

Leaning with her elbows on the couch, she watched patiently, as he opened his belt, the sound making her bite her lip. She watched him as he pulled his cock out, giving it a few strokes before stepping closer to her. His hand reached in between her legs, making her moan as he spread her arousal through her folds.

"I haven't felt this pussy in a week," He groans, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock.

"I missed seeing you walking around in your pretty little dresses when I know I get to fuck you,” He rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit, you threw your head back, moaning. He slapped your ass, his hand leaving an imprint on your cheek that made him growl.

“Can you take me, baby? Are you wet enough?” He teased, continuing to rub his tip over your opening.

“Tapper, fuck me already,” You groaned in frustration, the last syllable turning into a moan as he pushed into you in one deep thrust. With his hands grabbing your hips, he began to move, fucking you in slow deep movements. Extending your arms to hold on to the edge of the couch, you looked over your shoulder, finding him biting his lip, his usually perfectly styled hair hanging in stray curls on his forehead. 

“Take what you want baby, I won’t last long…” He moaned. Meeting his thrusts, you pushed yourself up from the couch. His hands pulled your dress down from your shoulders, his hand sneaking under it, finding your tits and palming them.

“God…” You whimpered, feeling your climax building inside of you.

“Come for me, baby…” Jake whispered against your ear as he pulled you against his chest, pinching one of your nipples. Holding on to the desk, you felt the pleasure swallow you, your legs trembling. Jake held you close as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

“Just like that baby…” He praised you, kissing your nape.

“Gonna come inside that tight pussy…” He groaned.

“No.” You moaned. “I want your cum in my mouth,” You said out of breath. He growled behind you as he pulled out of you. Getting off the couch you turned around, getting on your knees as your hands reached for his cock, looking up at him with big eyes, as you stroked him, kissing the tip.

“Missed your cock, so much” You grinned before you parted your lips and sucked him in between your lips, taking him as deep as you could.

“Fuck I love you mouth.” He moaned, his hands disappearing in your hair as he guided you on his cock. Bobbing your head on his cock, making sure to take him further with every stroke. You released Jake's cock with an obscene sound, your hands stroking him as you looked up at him.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He groaned. She stroked his cock faster. Moaning as she let her tongue run over his tip and tasted his precum.

“I do have an idea," You grinned as you parted your lips again, your hands grabbing his ass as he thrust into your mouth.

 You moaned around Jake's cock, looking up at him just when he hit the back of your throat and released the creamy essence of his cum down your throat.

Making sure to catch every drop you ran your tongue over your lip before you got up from your knees, letting him pull you into his arms, kissing you longingly.

"C'mon, I'm taking you out for dinner," He whispered against your lips.

"About damn time, Tapper," You grinned.

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[prettybiching]

i have no idea why this crossed my mind but beyoncé’s iconic song partition came up and i couldn’t stop envisioning a whole scene with jake on the way to like, some sort of social gathering ... just wanted to share this horny thought with like minded individuals

+ Thy riding with jake tapper and maybe a good ol’ blow job to top it off. Just a thirsty idea ya know how it goes 😭💖btw I love your writing it’s giving me life

Partition

Pairing: Jake Tapper x fem!reader

Warnings: semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, blowjob, curse words

Word Count: 1,021 words

Jake gripped your hand tightly as you sat beside him in the limo on the way to the White House Correspondents Dinner. The two of you were supposed to let loose tonight, forget about work and instead, laugh at the comedian's jokes about the government and perhaps even you and your colleagues.

However, that was not turning out to be the case. Jake was exhausted and tired; work taking a toll on him. He kept fidgetting in his seat, his shoulders tensed as he raked his free hand through his hair, undoing all the work Jake had done on it.

That's when you got an idea.

"Babe?" you called out, untwining your hand from his to run it along this thigh. He hummed in response, not thinking much of your actions.

"You trust me, right?" you asked, tilting your head towards him, a roguish smile on your lips as you arched your brow at him.

That's when he caught on. Of course, he did, Jake would be a fool not to understand all the little tricks you use on him over the years.

A lopsided grin stretches across his face as his hand settles on your thigh, the slit on the side of the skirt making it easier for him to feel your skin underneath. "What do you have in mind, love?"

You smirk, and instead of answering him, you take his hand on your thigh before dropping it on his lap. Retrieving your hand, you lean forward, ignoring his quizzical gaze. He watches as you murmur something into the driver's ear and within seconds, the partition rises, shielding the two of you from the driver's view.

Before Jake has any time to contemplate, you pull up your skirt, lifting yourself on his thigh, bein wary of your long heels and not giving a damn about his fancy tux or your expensive dress. You place both of your legs between his thigh, straddling him. You feel his muscles tense underneath you, but as he places both of his hands on your hips, securing you in place, you know it's not from the stress from earlier.

You adjust yourself onto him, the friction of his thigh against your clit--covered by the skimpiest thong you owned, has you whimpering already.

Your arms drape themselves over his shoulders for support, your eyes fixated on him, taking in the sight of his blown pupils as you begin to grind yourself against his thigh. Your movements are sloppy, and Jake helps you roll your hips against him, each rhythmic move sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. The sensation of the materials against your clit is almost too much already, and you know you're about to come any moment.

Jake leans his head forward, touching your forehead before his lips capture yours in a fierce and breathless kiss, slipping his tongue inside as you moan into his mouth.

“Shit, oh god,” You moan into his wet lips, grinding harder and harder until you snap, buckling under the pressure of your orgasm, slumping against his broad shoulder while you attempt to choke down a scream. You tremble in his arms, every vein singing in delight as you slowly manage to labour your breathing. Jake gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead, the two of you staying in that position for a few seconds.

You move your head back a bit, staring at him with doe eyes and a coy smile on your face. Your hands slide down his abdomen before settling on his hardened bulge.

"Baby?" you cooed, palming him through the fabric of his dress pants.

"Do you want my dick in your mouth, baby?" he asked, completing your thought. You nod hastily, moving from his lap and on your knees in front of him. Your hands found their way to his belt buckle, undoing them, not breaking eye contact with him. He looked gorgeous, with his unkempt grey hair, swollen lips and those darkened pupils. Just the sight of him was enough to make you wet.

He watched as you tossed his belt aside before sliding his pants down. He kicked them off and grinned as you kissed his V-line. You kissed his dick softly, smiling up at him through your eyelashes and Jake could have died a happy man right then and there. You took your time warming him up, gently pumping him as you kissed his twitching dick. Jake loved to be kept waiting.

You slowly graduated from soft kisses to slow licks, and he moaned loudly as your tongue swept over him. You gave his dick one last, loving kiss before you dipped your head down and took him in your mouth. Jake huffed out a laugh; your mouth was wet and warm, and you were swirling your tongue around him—it was incredible. He put a hand in your hair—more for the feel of it than to move or direct you in any way. Your eyes were closed as you bobbed your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could.

Jake lifted his hips a little and was rewarded with your answering moan as his dick slid deeper down your throat. He eased up a little, sinking back into the leather seat, and let you resume your pace. Your hair spread over his lower half, and Jake loved the feel of it brushing against his abdomen with every dip of your head. He loved it a little too much, actually.

“Shit,” he hissed between his clenched teeth, “Sweetheart, come here, I wanna taste you now.”

You released him with a pop, licking your lips as you attempted to stand up. You looked so gorgeous, hair all over the place, your lipstick smeared across your lips, chest heaving with a smile as you looked up at him. Jake put his hands under your armpits and slid you up to his body. You both moaned at the feel of each other, so slow and so close. He kissed you, tongue dipping in and out of your mouth, chasing the taste of himself on your lips.

"We need to this more often," he growled against your lips, making you giggle.

The two of you were a mess and in no shape to attend a party. "We need to a detour," you murmured, raking your hands through Jake's hair before they settled on his bowtie, fixing it coolly.

"We do, don't we?"

To say the two of you were horribly late that night would be an understatement.

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Just Friends?

note: this is for @jaketapperstan, I hope you like it :)

words: 3961 (sorry, I got carried away)

warnings: swearing, thoughts of cheating, smut

The knock on the office door pulled you out of the little nap you had treated yourself with after a nearly sleepless night.

„Come in.“you called out, and Jake appeared through the door, carrying two steaming cups of coffee, smiling at you.

 "Hey, you looked so tired back in the studio, so I thought I’d bring you a little caffeine boost. “

 "You’re an actual angel, Jake.” you exclaimed, jumped up from your office chair and basically tore the mug from his hands, sighting in bliss as you smelled how strong the beverage was. Perfect, he just knew how you liked your coffee.


“And sorry for the way I look, we can’t all be like you, Mr. Perfect.” You joked, and Jake just shot you a grin. There was always a bit of flirting going on between the two of you, but you were keeping it professional.

You were the head of the production team for CNNs The Lead, so Jake was basically your boss. But over the years that you’ve worked together, you grew pretty close.

Having Jake as a friend meant always having a shoulder to lean on, the perfect counterpart for heated political discussions and, of course, the best coffee delivery service in the whole city.

And it was because you valued your friendship with Jake so much, that you vigorously suppressed all thoughts of getting closer to him. And because of Tom, your boyfriend, of course.

Thinking of him made your stomach churn. You’ve gotten together about a year and a half ago, and a few months ago things started to go downhill. Last night has just been another one of many fights in recent time, he complained about you being at work so much and you had the feeling he wasn’t valuing what you were doing at all.

"Earth to Y/N. “Jake’s voice called, and you snapped back to attention.

 "Sorry, I zoned out. “

 "Rough Night? “Jake asked, worry evident on his face and in his voice.

 "Another fight. He doesn’t understand why I’m here all the time, he doesn’t see the things Trump says as “you made quotation marks into the air „that big a deal. Imagine that. “you said angrily.

"I’m really sorry, Y/N, and I’m obviously no expert on that stuff given my record but talking things through is always a good way to start. I really hope you can work this out. “ he patted your arm, and you suppressed the urge to just hug him. You needed comfort, and Jake was that for you.

During and after his pretty messy divorce little over a year ago you provided the emotional support he needed back then, and the amount of time you spent together had made emotions rise in you that you were now desperately trying to bottle up.

"Thank you so much, Jake, I will talk to him and hope he sees my point. I want to make this work. “ You really did, because Tom was still a pretty nice guy and you had many fond memories with him. 

You gave Jake a small smile and tried to ignore the butterflies and the feeling of guilt that came with them when he smiled back at you.

 "I’ll be heading home in 20 minutes, you should go as well. The job is done for today, get some sleep. “

Jake said, emptying his coffee cup.

 "That’s actually a good idea, I’ll meet you at the elevator in 20? We can ride down together. “

 

"Sure. I’ll see you there."

With that, Jake left your office and you quickly turned off your computer and started packing up your notes.

 

Twenty minutes later you met up with Jake to take the elevator down to the lobby. Even though you were the only two people in the cabin, you stood right next to each other, and you suppressed the urge to touch his hand that was so incredibly close to yours.


The thought of what it would feel like to be pressed against the wall of the elevator by Jakes strong body entered your mind without any warning, and you could feel a flush creeping over your face, the cabin was suddenly feeling extremely hot and narrow.

“Just let me out of here before I jump him.” You thought, and your prayers were answered when you arrived in the lobby seconds later.

The doors opened, and there stood Tom, carrying a bouquet of flowers. You approached him with a questioning look, Jake dragging along behind you.

„Hey. “Tom said, giving Jake a short, irritated glance and continued.

„I wanted to apologize for last night. “

Before you could reply anything, Jake pitched in.

"Uhm, folks, I forgot my car keys up in my office, I need to go back and get them, you two have a nice day. “he said quickly and hurried back to the elevator without waiting for an answer.

 

 

As the elevator doors closed behind him again, Jake let out a groan, burying his face in his hands. He could not do this anymore, seeing you with another guy felt like a punch in the gut every time.

He hadn’t actually forgot his keys, but he needed to escape the scenery. The urge to tear you away from him and pull you into his arms was too strong . He hung his head, at loss on how to continue this situation.

 

When you made your way to the office the next morning, you were in better spirits.

You had a decent evening with Tom, no further arguing for a change.

There hasn’t been any substantial talking either, but you had to appreciate what you had.

 

Jake approached you in the briefing room with another mug of coffee.

"Everything alright? “he asked quietly.

 

"Sure, I feel better already, let’s just not talk about it now.“ you said, not wanting to discuss your boyfriend with Jake any further.

 The morning meeting started and soon you were in full work mode, making finishing touches on today’s episode and briefing the team about the latest developments concerning the guests.

You didn’t notice the longing looks Jake was giving you from the other side of the room.

It was a couple of weeks later when you knocked on the door of Jakes office an hour after the Friday show. There were some papers you needed to talk with him about, and above all you just really wanted to see him.

You hadn’t had the opportunity to really talk to Jake in days, work was stressful and things with Tom were going downhill at a fast pace again, leaving you sad, exhausted and in need of a friend.

When nobody answered, you slowly opened the door. Jake was sitting on his desk, leaned back in his chair and obviously asleep.

You quietly closed the door and made your way over to him, stopping right next to his chair. He was breathing softly and actually looked relaxed, something that was extremely rare.

He still wore his glasses through, so you carefully reached out to remove them from the bridge of his nose. But he sensed your touch and woke with a soft gasp, looking around for a moment before realizing you were there.

“Hi.” You whispered. "I’m so sorry for bothering, I didn’t want to wake you up, I’m just dropping of some papers."

 

Jake let out a yawn and stretched his arms over his head, and you were unable not to stare at the way his light dress shirt stretched around his muscular arms and shoulders. You felt a light blush creeping across your face at the thoughts invading your mind. The things he could do to you with those arms…

 "Don’t worry. You never bother me. “

Jake replied softly, bringing your attention back to his face. 

His hair was bit tousled, and you wanted to run your hands through it so bad.

Jake gave you another questioning look, somehow sensing that something was wrong.

"Are you really just here because of the papers, Y/N? Or is there something else? You look exhausted. “

He was clearly worried, and a warm feeling fluttered in your chest at sending his concern.

"I just..." you tried, and to your horror, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, the stress of the last weeks flooding to the surface.

Jake saw your tears right away, jumping out of his chair and pulling you into a close hug. You could not deny yourself this, not today, so you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest and just cried. He stroked soothing circles across your back and you just stood there, letting the tears fall.

After a couple of minutes, you calmed down and told Jake about how work was killing you and your relationship was basically on the verge of collapsing.

He listened, holding your hand the whole time. It felt warm and comfortable, but also like your skin was almost burning where he touched you. Without realizing it, you had started stroking small circles across Jakes palm with your thumb, totally unaware that no one of you were speaking anymore and that Jake was staring at your joint hands instead.

The both of you were looking up, your eyes meeting. And in Jakes eyes, you could see it. They were dark, the pupils blown and staring right into your soul. You felt your own want reflected right back at you, and the intensity of the situation was almost too much.

"Jake. “you whispered, and his face took on an almost pained expression at hearing you say his name. You leaned closer, drawn to him like by an invisible string, until your faces were only inches apart.

Suddenly, the shrill sound of your mobile broke the spell between you. You hastily let go of his hand and fished your phone out of your pocket.

It was Tom.

"Yes?" You answered, bringing some distance between you and Jake, who just kept standing there like he was frozen.

Tom was annoyed, ranting on about how he would spend the upcoming weekend with his friends because you would not have any time anyway, and that you shouldn’t bother calling him for the next days.

After angrily replying something that was mainly curse words, you just hung up.

You were upset, and you did not want to pull Jake into this mess, especially not after what had just transpired between you.

"I am so sorry Jake, but I have to go now. I’ll see you on Monday." you said, quickly making your way to the door. 

He called your name after you, but you were already storming out into the hallway.

You needed to bring distance between the two of you, to clear your head.

Back in his office, Jake was still standing there, fists clenched at his sides.

He had you so close, almost able to finally kiss you, and yet you were so far away.

You were with someone else, and he just had to suck it up, no matter how intensely you had looked at him just minutes ago.

 

He let out a deep sight and started packing up for the weekend, his cold, lonely flat looking even more uninviting now. 

You made your way home to your apartment, feeling sad and empty inside. You had some dinner and settled down in front of the TV, unable to pay any attention to the movie you picked because your thoughts were revolving around your current situation.

You clearly weren’t happy with Tom, but what made you even more doubtful of your relationship was how indifferent and uncaring you felt at the thought of him spending the weekend apart from you. Your phone started ringing, Tom’s caller ID showing up on the screen. There was a small surge of disappointment because it wasn’t Jake, but maybe Tom wanted to actually apologize, so you picked up.

“Y/N. Wow, you’re not at work for a change?”

Tom was drunk, you could hear that from the way his words were slurred, there was loud music and the voices of what sounded like multiple people in the background.

“What is it?” you asked, starting to get annoyed.

“I just wanted to tell you that I have enough of your shit. You never make time for me, or for us, you’re just stuck at that stupid ass job of yours all day. Whatever there is between us, it’s over.”

You were quiet for a moment, your stomach clenching, then replied.

"You know what, fuck you, Tom. Good luck finding someone who puts up with your bullshit. “ with that, you hung up.

 

You felt a strange mixture of relief and incredible sadness because of his words. Tears started to fall and didn’t stop until you fell asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you already felt better. Fuck Tom, you deserved more.

When you checked your phone, there was a new message on it. Surprisingly it was from Jake, and your heart did a funny little twist when you opened it.

 

Hi Y/N, I just wanted to check in with you after how upset you were yesterday. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. Jake

 

You thought back and forth about how to reply, feeling like some silly schoolgirl texting her crush. Telling yourself to get a grip, you typed a reply, hitting send before you could chicken out again.

Thanks for asking, means a lot. I’ve had better days, but it’s alright. Would you want to grab a drink somewhere this evening? some wise man said talking about things is always a good way to start ;)

You waited anxiously, but Jake texted back really quick, sending you a time and place to meet him.

When you got ready in the evening, you had to remind yourself that this was just a meeting between friends, and not a date. Jake was still your boss, and you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship either.

The place he had picked out was nice, not too fancy but comfortable with many small booths providing privacy.
You had a good time chatting over drinks. To your relief, Jake didn’t pressure you into talking about what was going on, instead he offered to take an evening stroll together after you left the bar.

You walked the length of the national mall, admiring the lights in the reflection pool, and finally sat down on a bench near the Lincoln Memorial.

 

“We broke up.” You said, breaking the comfortable silence.

 

“I am really sorry, Y/N.” Jake said, and he was. Seeing you sad always hurt him as well. But inside him, there was a part that was full of glee about the fact that you were no longer with that guy.

“Don’t be, I’m actually glad it’s over. We weren’t good for each other, and he did not appreciate me.”

“Idiot.” Jake murmured under his breath.

“Apologizes.” He quickly added. “It’s just…what kind of fool would treat you like he did. You are absolutely amazing, and you deserve everything.” The last part was said more to himself than directed at you, and his view wandered over to where the Washington Monument was standing out against the dark sky. You tried to make out what kind of emotion lingered in his voice. It sounded a lot like longing, and your heart gave a small jump at the thought.

“Jake” you said quietly, taking his hand. Again, the air between you was buzzing with a strange kind of energy, and when Jake turned his head to meet your eyes, looking absolutely breathtaking illuminated by the lights surrounding you, you could not help yourself anymore. The magnitude of your feelings came crashing down on you, and you surged forward, pressing your lips to Jake’s.

He was onto you in the blink of an eye, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. You gasped at the intensity with which he was kissing you back, as if he were starving and you were a feast laid out in front of him. His hands were grabbing your back while yours were around his neck, one buried in the hair on the back of his neck.

Kissing Jake felt like a firework went off inside of you, goosebumps were all over your body and the feeling of his tongue sneaking into your mouth made heat coil between your legs.

You broke the kiss, breathlessly looking at Jake. His hair was disheveled, and he was breathing heavily as well.

“Wow.” He chuckled, but still looked wary, like he wasn’t believing that this was actually happening.

“Jake.” You just said, “Please take me home with you.”

As he realized what you were implying, he ran his hand through his hair, looking torn.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Y/N? I don’t want to take advantage of how you are feeling right now.”

“Dead sure. I want this and I want you.” You stated, taking his hand again and squeezing it.

He just groaned and pulled you into another passionate kiss before standing up from the bench, tugging you along.

“We better not waste any time then.”

The taxi ride to Jakes apartment was short, but it still took everything in you not to climb into his lap in the back of the car. Jakes hand rested softly on your tight, but you could see that he was holding himself back as well by the way his other hand was clenched into a fist so tight that his knuckles turned white.

When the door of Jakes apartment finally closed behind you, he instantly pressed you against it, lips on yours in a bruising kiss. You moaned as his hands landed on your ass, squeezing it and pulling you flush against the hard bulge in his trousers.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He growled against your lips. “You were so close, but I couldn’t have you. It drove me insane, Y/N.”

“You can have me now, Jake, so take me, please.” You moaned, pulling him down into another kiss while simultaneously tugging his dress shirt out of his trousers.

His suit jacket was already on the floor, followed swiftly by your blouse and his shirt.

Then, with one quick move, Jake just picked you up and carried you through the hallway to his bedroom, carefully laying you down onto the bed.

 Lying there, you just stared up at him as he pulled his trousers down his legs, revealing his boxer briefs, already tented by his erection. Seeing him in that state of undress in front of you made your mouth water.

“Come here, please.” You whined, dying to finally feel his skin on yours.

He quickly got rid of his boxers and moved over to lie on top of you. He grabbed your breasts through bra, squeezing them and kissing your neck. Reaching behind you, he swiftly unclasped your bra and then leaned down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You groaned, tugging on his hair.

It felt like he was everywhere, touching, tasting, leaving a trail of fire with his tongue and his fingers, and when he finally pulled your underwear down, you were already so wet that he was able to effortlessly push two fingers inside you.

Jake groaned at feeling your arousal and warmth, slowly plunging his digits in and out of your pussy.

You were squirming under him, his fingers felt incredible, but you needed more.

“Please, Jake.” You whimpered, “Please, I need you inside me.”

He swore under his breath and withdrew his fingers before reaching over to the bedside drawer to fetch a condom. He quickly rolled the rubber over his hard cock and positioned himself at your entrance.

Jake locked eyes with you and your mouth opened in a silent cry as he slowly pushed into you. He let out a hiss as he bottomed out, his dark eyes never leaving yours. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and as he started to move you could swear that you were seeing stars. Your hands clawed into his back and he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his heavy breath hot on your skin.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’ve waited so long for this, you feel so good, amazing, you are so beautiful.” Jake continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, how perfect you were, how soft your skin was, and every word made your heart soar and your arousal rise.

You moved in perfect unison and Jake gradually sped up the pace, deepening his thrusts until you were a whimpering mess beneath him, chanting his name over and over again.

You wrapped your legs around Jakes hips, creating a new angle that made both of you moan as he was thrusting into you relentlessly, his breath growing more erratic with every move.

A tingling sensation started to spread in your belly, a sign of your approaching climax.

“Jake, I’m close, please don’t stop.” You begged, clawing your nails into his back.

“Say my name when you come, please, Y/N.” Jake groaned, propping himself up on his arms to look at you. His hair was tousled, and his face was glistening with sweat. He looked amazing, and seeing him this unhinged while he was fucking you was the last push you needed.

You came, crying out Jakes name, head thrown back as the pleasure of your orgasm washed over you like a giant wave.

Feeling you clench around him and hearing his name fall from your lips did it for Jake, and with one snap of his hips he thrust his cock deep inside you and came as well, muffling his shout by burying his head in the crook of your neck.

He slowly rolled to the side and lay down next to you. You promptly snuggled up to him, caressing his face as he pressed a kiss to your hair. When your eyes met his, he smiled at you and you could feel your heart racing. You really just had sex with Jake Tapper, and you didn’t feel an ounce of regret. Now you could just hope that his sentiments were the same.

You lay in silence for a while, but your mind was working hard, so you spoke up. 

“Penny for your thoughts.” You whispered softly, looking up at Jake who was staring at the ceiling of the bedroom. 

He turned his head to face you, and you could immediately see the worry on his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong.?” You asked, cold fear in the pit of your stomach. Please don’t let him regret this.

 “This was amazing, Y/N. But I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, or just sex. Like I said, I have thought about this, about you, for so long now. But you just got out of a relationship, and I’m not sure- “

 “You’re not my rebound, Jake.” You interrupted him. “I’ve had feelings for you for so long now, and I was too scared to admit them, even to myself. But not anymore.” you said, trying your best to let your voice sound sure and steady.

 He just looked at you, speechless for a moment. Then he reached out, cupped your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss. You embraced him, responding enthusiastically. Kissing him was so wonderful, you could get used to it.

“So we’re doing this then?” Jake asked, after breaking the kiss, his voice still a bit unsure.

“Absolutely.” You smiled and pushed the worries about work and everything else to the back of your head as you pressed another kiss to Jakes smiling lips.

For now, you just wanted to be happy.

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