PLEASE ME - sim jaeyun ･ ༝ ･
IN WHICH little oneshots based off of twitter videos ( volume down when clicking on the links ) nsfw content ahead.
TAGLIST : @jakeycakeys @heejakexx68
WARNINGS sub!jake x reader ( not too subby ) / softdom!jake x reader, petnames ( mommy etc ) masturbation, overstimulation, praise kink, nipple play (m), constantly aroused jake, yearning jakey boy. thigh fucking
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𑣲 - Jake had spent all day fixated on your thighs. You were wearing the new skirt you had gotten, dotted with delicate polka patterns, paired with a set of black mary-janes. Your sweet boyfriend adored every inch of you, but your thighs were what ensnared him that day, seated across from you at the restaurant table, legs crossed and fingers twitching restlessly at his sides. He was like a caged animal, restraining the impulse to lunge across the table and devour you whole. And you, you were sitting there, blissfully unaware of the thousand vivid scenarios unfolding in his mind. Your foot tapped idly against the floor, the strap of your shoe brushing your ankle with every small movement, and it was that—those careless, unthinking gestures—that made his jaw tighten. you leaned forward slightly as you spoke, voice soft, hands animated, completely at ease, while his attention lingered far longer than it should have, tracing lines that weren’t meant to be followed in a place like this.
- and when your knee brushed his under the table, light and accidental, he froze for just a second too long, breath catching as if you had done it on purpose.
He wanted to go home. That’s what he desperately needed in this exact moment. To get you alone, lift up that stupidly cute skirt and worship your tender skin.
“what’s wrong baby? you look like you’re panicking.” you said, concern lacing your voice as you leaned over the table, and of course, the angle betrayed you, the neckline of your top dipping just enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of your cleavage.
jake was done for, he bit his lower lip, struggling to steady his breathing, he had always been cursed with the habit of becoming aroused in the most inconvenient situations. you could see right through him, after having dated him for two years, there was nothing he could say that wouldn’t unravel the moment it reached you.
“mmm does my baby wanna go home?” you cooed, manicured nails brushing against his knee under the table.
jake didn’t think, he just nodded immediately, far too eager.
“i bet you want to. Well, i still gotta finish my desert. So you’ll wait.” you smiled at him, soft spoken like you hadn’t just sent a shiver down his face.
You picked up your spoon and cracked the surface of your crème brûlée, eating slowly, taunting him. Your other hand went to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up just a tiny bit so only he could see.
Jake’s breath hitched, and he almost choked on it, whereas you acted unknowing, lifting the skirt a tad bit further up, until only he could see the edge of your lace panties.
His fingers gripped the table and he looked up at the ceiling, his pants tightening. What a stupid choice of pants he had made.
“what a good boy, you were so patient for me my love.”
The minute you got in the elevator, he had his hands on you. He grabbed your cheeks, hungry for a kiss, and the second your lips touched his, he let out a moan.
Jake backed you up against the elevator wall, legs bracketing yours, he towered, having to lean down to kiss you, his hand tangled in your soft strands slightly tugging at the base.
As the elevator came to a stop, jake’s finger hooked in the top of your skirt, you stumbled out of it, not bothering to look around, both too into the kiss to stop. The fight to open the door was immensely difficult, but he managed to get it open, pushing you inside.
Once you were backed up against the nearest wall, he took a handful of your ass, squeezing you closer to him, until you were pressed right against the tent in his pants. He had been like that since the restaurant, relishing in the power you had over him, the way you could make him hard with a smile.
“Please… Please i need to…” he said incoherently against your neck, sucking the skin there, until he could feel the traces of your perfume in his mouth.
“What do you need sweet boy? tell me.”
“Anything, just… i need to touch you.” he whimpered against you, hips grinding like they had a mind of their own.
“Since you waited for mommy to finish at the restaurant, you deserve it, don’t you?” you tilted your head to the side, fingers tugging at his hair.
“Uh-huh. Wrong answer baby. Try again.” you tsk-ed.
“I’m sorry, sorry… fuck.. you’re the only one who can decide if i deserve it.” he corrected, hips chasing yours.
“That’s right. Good boy.” You sank down to your knees.
Jake moaned at the sight.
Jake came in 1 minute and 15 seconds exactly. Which wasn’t surprising. He had a killer sex drive so no matter how fast he came, he could still keep going.
After you sucked him to overstimulation, he stumbled with you to the bed, setting you on top of him, he hadn’t gotten soft, on the contrary, he was poking your back as you sat down on his lap. Jake had full access to your neck now, and he took the advantage to speak in your ear.
“Please… let me make you feel good.” he begged.
You guided him to lay down, and as he did so, on the bed with you on top of him, he reached for your breasts, squeezing them as his cock found the gap between your plush thighs.
“shit… you’re so soft… so- fuck i’m loosing my mind.” jake whimpered.
He started thrusting, shallowly and slowly, and you let out a moan, thighs squeezing together as his tip rubbed against your clit deliciously.
One of his hand snaked to hold you against him, around your neck, not squeezing- never. Jake moaned your name, his breath crazy over your shoulder, as he lifted up to see the head of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs, your arousal making it impossibly wet.
He went faster, and you cried out, your clit thoroughly stimulated. His hand grabbed yours, squeezing, as you moaned.
“Jake… fuck… feels so good.”
It was safe to say he was a mess under you, thrusting desperately, whimpering your name every chance he got. But when he reached down to press his cock closer to your heat with his fingers, not only you lost it, but he did too.
“Oh shit shit shit shit… im so sorry… im- so sorry mommy… fuck… sorry” he babbled incoherently, lost in pleasure as his thighs trembled.
“it’s okay baby… it’s okay.” you reassured.
Jake came right between your thighs, cursing and whimpering, a thick coat of cum painting your pussy as you shook. He couldn’t stop, he kept going, kept thrusting, even through the overstimulation. Because the only thing he was thinking of was you, and your pleasure.
“You’re so pretty like this… so so pretty.” he said against your neck, fighting back the sensitivity.
“I’m so close… fuck… don’t stop please.” you moaned, fucking back on top of him.
Jake reached down again, pressing his tip right against your clit, thrusting, as his other hand fondled your breast. He worked you through it, sucking on your neck, making sure you felt the same pleasure he had felt.
You cried out as you came, thighs squeezing him impossibly tight, making him whimper, your thighs shaked violently as he kept thrusting until you had to stop him because it was too unbearable.
“I fucking adore these thighs.” Jake squeezed them between his large hands. “You’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”
Jake was lying between your legs, he had been teasing you all day, ragebaiting- if you will, he had spent his whole afternoon building a lego tower on the rug while you were watching a movie. On different occasions he had ignored your comments, or your attempts to talk. One thing about Jake is he didn’t know how to multitask. If he was focused on something, he would shut down the world and therefore not hear anything.
So now, he was right in the opening your legs gave him, laying back, your arm wrapped across his torso, not rough, just restraining. Your other hand was on his mouth, refusing to let him express himself as you ordered him to touch himself.
He complied, of course he did. He was absolutely content under your domination.
His hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, jerking softly, the barrier of your hand making it hard for him to breathe through your fingers.
“That’s it. Keep going. Next time you ignore me you’ll have it much worse.”
Jake squeezed his cock, jerking a bit faster now. He took every single thing you gave him, even if he was punishment, as long as it was you, he’d let you ruin him.
“Poor baby…” you teased against his ear, hand going down to his left pectoral.
The second your finger touched his nipple, he started rocking against his fist, eyes closing. You stroked it, applying the tiniest bit of pressure and he let out a muffled whimper, his cock twitching in his hand.
His abdomen was trembling, going up- down up-down at his unstable breathing’s pace.
After a couple more twists of his hand, his other one squeezed your leg, as a question.
He wanted to- no- needed to cum, and he was asking you.
“Mmm, should i let you?” The hand that was covering his mouth dropped to his neck.
Jake found his voice, shaking his head violently.
“Please please… please, i’ll do anything please… just- fuck…”
His head turned, a reflex of his to want to hide his face against your skin.
You reached down, two digits rubbing the tip of his cock, dripping with precum. He jolted.
“Shit… please… i won’t be able to… fuck i can’t help it, please.” he said desperately, his hips chasing your singular touch.
You kissed the top of his hair. “You can.”
The minute you said that, his hand went faster, grip tightening, and he shut his eyes, whimpering, a string of curses coming out of his mouth.
“I’m cumming - i’m cumming… fuck…”
Jake came in hot spurts, all over his abdomen and some on his chest, his thighs shook under the force of his orgasm. Just as he was about to let go, you shook your hand.
Jake as about to go crazy, he wrapped his hand around it again, jerking, at first it was bliss.
But then it started to become unbearble, so when he let go of it, thighs shaking under the sheer pressure of his overstimulation, you wrapped your hand around it, rubbing it against the puddle of cum that was on his lower stomach, and you stroked him.
He was a mess, he went limp, mouth open with no sound, thighs jerking uncontrollably.
“Fuck fuck fuck…” he cursed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
A couple minutes after, when he found the rest he needed, his glassy eyes looked up at you.
“Did i do good?” he asked. “Are you proud of me?”
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