#jakecherries

sub!jake who can’t help but whine into your plush tits as he ruts against your pretty pink panties, which have an obvious wet patch on the front.

sub!jake who literally starts drooling when you’re riding him–your swollen breasts bobbing in his face–poor baby can’t help but salivate at the sight of them. 

sub!jake who accidentally moans “...m-mommy” while he has his face buried in your pussy, your fingers tightening around his soft brown curls–making him whine in pleasure. 

sub!jake who lets you tie him up with your prettiest pink ribbons and tease his dripping red cock, til he starts sniffling and tearing up like a lost puppy. 

sub!jake who secretly loves it when you cover his mouth with your hands when he’s moaning too loud… “shut the fuck up jake” or “be quiet for me, hmm?”

sub!jake who literally listens to anything anyone says. especially you. someone tells him to button up his shirt on live? done. you tell him to get on his knees and stick his tongue out so you can spit in his mouth? he’ll obey immediately. 

sub!jake who literally can’t hide being horny. flush starts to creep up the line of his throat and his pants miraculously become five sizes smaller than they were a minute ago. on the outside he's a softie, but in his jeans he’s a monster. 

sub!jake who unironically whimpers when you lightly brush up against his chest, or when your hands linger on his thigh. 

sub!jake who cries. literal tears start streaming down his face when he needs to cum. he’ll beg for that sweet release–his cock twitching madly against your palm. 

You were completely and utterly freaked-out. 

You were the kind of girl men had wet dreams of. Sexy, slim legs, cold eyes—the kind that could pierce right through you. Also not to mention your sex drive of a literal god. 

But you had your eyes set on one person. The Sim Jaeyun of Enhypen.

Most evenings, you’d find yourself twisted in your damp bedsheets, gasping Jake’s name as you scissored your fingers deep inside your cunt. 

He had you on your knees. You were down bad—desperate. It was honestly pathetic. You wondered what he’d think if he knew he had fans who ruined themselves to the thought of him. 

Oh– there’s a new angle of his fancam? You had already seen it. New merch? You already owned it. You needed him, and nothing was going to stop you from getting what you wanted.

So here you are, sitting in the crowd, at Enhypen’s 2026 fanmeet for their new album release. Your ears rang from how loud it was—fangirls screaming and yelling to get the boys attention, cameras flashing all over, and the faded bass from their track Big Girls Don’t Cry.

You’re not sure exactly how it happened—the announcement on Weverse had caught your attention one day and you decided to take a shot at the raffle. 

Your stomach erupted with butterflies and did a full 360 when you saw your name on the final list. Fuck. You were going to finally meet Jake. You loved all of Enhypen, but there was something about that Aussie charm that shot jolts of electricity right to your core.

An MC finally appeared on stage and announced the starting of the event. They explained that the boys would do a quick introduction, followed by some games, and then the actual fan sign process would start.

Girls around you giggle and whisper to one another, asking each other if their makeup looks nice. Some even look pale as a ghost—sick to the stomach with nervousness. I mean, who could blame them? They were about to meet the Enhypen. 

But you—you were confident. Ready. 

Ready to make yourself known to Jake Sim, the man who has you cumming all over your fingers each night. 

“Please remember, 2 minutes with each member—once your time is up please move on to the next chair. No touching the members, no giving them gifts, no reaching over the table…”

Blah blah blah.

The staff was always insanely strict at these events, but again, nothing was gonna stop you from getting what you wanted.

After waiting for around 30 minutes, you stepped onto the stage. It was your turn. 

First, you spoke to Heeseung.

He was hot as hell, you couldn’t lie. That perfect side profile, prominent nose and Adam's apple—it could make anyone melt on the spot.

Next was Jay, who was such a gentleman. Always so sweet. You talked about your shared love for F1 racing, and found it adorable how much he nerded out. One thing you noticed right away—his eyes darting back and forth to your exposed cleavage. You were straight up eye candy to these boys.

Finally… you reached Jake. Fuck, he looked so good today. His new brown curls framed his face perfectly. Your heart slammed against your chest in anticipation. This was your one and only chance to make a move on him. 

“Hello!” He was so cute.

You started off with small talk, leaning forward on the table, giving him a clear view of your tits squished together perfectly. 

Jake wasn’t oblivious to your tactics. He played along—eyed your lips for a couple seconds too long, and bit his lip every time you adjusted your shirt. You wore your most expensive perfume—one that smelled of bourbon and sweet cherries. You smelled like what sex felt like.

Jake found himself taking deeper breaths—inhaling your intoxicating scent. He wished he could spend more time with you. Little did he know he was about to have his wish granted. 

“I just love your new album so much, especially Sleep Tight, it really has me feeling some type of way.” You smirked, your eyes taking in all of his soft features.

His ears immediately turned pink—realizing that you were talking about his very own song, which was pretty much about getting a girl into his bed. Now, he was imagining that girl was you.

“T-thank you—really, I mean, that really means a lot to me.” His aussie accent thickened and his voice dropped lower. 

Time was ticking, and you needed to make a move fast. 

The staff motioned that your turn was over.

Without even thinking, you purposely dropped your pen you had brought for him to sign with. It fell underneath the table, just barely peeking out from the table cloth that draped to the floor. 

You quickly ducked down, pretending to grab the pen.

Jake, like the gentleman he is, was planning on helping you pick it up.

“Oops, let me grab that for ya,” He leaned down, but was only met by your face underneath the table.

Jake gulped, shooting straight back up in his chair, looking around frantically for staff who may be standing nearby.

It was the perfect moment for you to duck underneath the table. Staff was busy yelling at the line of people waiting, music was loud, fans were screaming—no one was paying attention.

You crawled quickly, making sure the tablecloth fully covered you. And it did. 

You were about to play the most dangerous game of your life. 

You peeked out just enough through the curtain of the tablecloth to see that the next fan had taken their seat, ready to talk to Jake—who was currently in a state of panic.

Giggling to yourself, you scooched over to his knees, bracing your hands onto his thighs. You felt him jump.

Jake could feel his cock twitching in his pants—his hottest fan was now at his knees, and he could only imagine what you were about to do next.

As slow as you could—you took one hand and reached for his belt. Your pace was like molasses—painfully unhurried. On one hand, you didn’t want to get caught. On the other, you wanted to tease the shit out of him. 

You unlooped the belt, setting it beside you. Jake stuttered while talking to the fan, hoping he wasn’t being too obvious.

“Oh my goodness Jake! You’re my bias!” The fan chirped and bounced in her seat.

“It-it’s so nice to m-meet you..!” Cute. Jake was now obviously very flustered. Maybe the fan thought she was doing that to him. But really, it was you, and your dainty fingers that started unzipping the fly of his jeans. 

You slid your hand in just far enough to reach for his cock—which to your surprise was exactly how you had imagined it. Big. Hard. Twitching in his boxers. You palmed him ever so slightly, causing him to flinch as if someone had just pinched him. He bit his lip so hard he could almost taste the metallic tang of blood. 

It was dark under the table—you could barely see what you were doing. But you slid your hands further into his pants, finding the small hole in the center of his boxers. You pulled him out slowly—he was so warm and thick in your hands.

You could only stare at his length in awe—your mouth watering. You couldn’t wait to gag and slobber all over it. 

“Could you sign this shirt for me Jake?” A different fan was now sitting at the chair.

“Y-yeah, of course!” Jake hissed, gritting his teeth hard. He could feel your warm hand start to wrap around the base of him. 

As he grabbed the fan's shirt to sign it, you slowly started pumping him. Your hand traveled up and down firmly over his cock, which was already wet from the leaking precum. He scribbled a messy autograph onto the shirt—he gripped the pen so hard, trying to keep himself from losing control and drawing all over the place. 

Your pace quickened, your wrists twisting to get the perfect coverage around him. He couldn’t help but bite his lips as you increased speed. 

“Ngh–” He whimpered.

 Out. Loud.

His eyes went wide—people definitely just heard him.

Sunghoon chuckled next to him, “Yo dude—you good?” 

Jake nodded, and explained he had an upset stomach. Yeah right. 

The girl talking to Jake started giggling with the girl talking to Sunghoon. Meanwhile, Jake’s face was tomato red. His cheeks were on fire. 

His breathing quickened and caught Jay’s attention. 

“Damn, you must have a really bad stomach ache!” 

The surrounding fans and crowd laughed hysterically. It was public humiliation. Maybe that was your new kink. Jake swallowed, forced a chuckle, and continued signing things.

You decided to push the teasing further, bringing his tip to your lips. You gave it small kisses and kitten licks, letting the salty precum dribble onto your tongue. His thighs clenched, and he reached one hand down to your head, pulling on your hair with a steel grip. Finally, you took him all the way into your mouth. God, your mouth felt so full of him. You wasted no time bobbing your head furiously up and down his cock. He shifted restlessly in his seat. 

You made loud slurping and gagging noises as he prodded the back of your throat with his tip. He was afraid someone was going to hear you sooner than later. 

Drool collected at the sides of your mouth as you continued to hollow your cheeks on him. You were being messy and loud—which turned Jake on so much. The thrill of being caught made both of you feel like your skin was on fire. 

You could feel his release nearing as his cock twitched and throbbed in your mouth. His hips began bucking into your face, your nose hitting his pubic bone. Each thrust made you gag around his length. 

Your panties grew tighter around your folds. You were so slick between your thighs… Oh how Jake would love to be in between them right now. 

“Hi Jake!” A new fan was now sitting down.

“Do you miss Australia? How’s Layla? Have you eaten today? If you had a girlfriend what would…” The sounds of the fan’s questions drowned out as you continued to suck him.

All you could hear was the wet gargles and gags that came from your throat, which was being abused by his thick cock. 

Jake was close. He stuttered while answering questions, and cursed in between sentences.

“I uh—Fuck! I–uhm, yeah, I miss Australia—”

At this point, the fan was weirded out. Here was ‘confident and sexy’ Jake absolutely falling apart in his chair, acting like a complete weirdo. He got suspicious looks from other members as he continued to choke over small whimpers.

Then suddenly, with a groan, his eyes began to roll back into his head. His cock gave one last final twitch—then spurted out hot seed into your throat.

You gagged slightly, making a mess on the floor. Drool and cum dripped from the sides of your mouth. Jake’s cock was still down your throat—you bobbed your head furiously, making sure every last drip of cum was milked from him.  

Once he finished riding out his pleasure, it became apparent to him how much of a mess he had become. He slouched in his chair, his hair messy, sweat beading at his forehead, and his cheeks burning. He was panting like a dog.

You swallowed his cum with a gulp, letting the salty and musky taste wash over your palette. 

Mission fucking accomplished. 

Jake knew he had to get your number, or something. He pushed your head back under the table, motioning for you to stay until the fan sign was over. As long as he could have those pretty lips wrapped around his dick again, he was a happy man. 

Jake Sim was wrecked for you.

soft!dom jake who lays you down on the bed like you’re glass, his fingers lacing with yours.

soft!dom jake who prioritizes your pleasure over his. even though his dick throbs just watching you squirm underneath him, he’s patient as ever.

soft!dom jake who gently runs his fingers through your already soaked folds, eliciting soft whimpers from you.

soft!dom jake who pushes you right to the edge with his thumb on your clit, watching you writhe in pleasure.

soft!dom jake who makes you wait, just so he can watch you fall apart on his cock.

soft!dom jake who kisses literally every inch of your body—the insides of your thighs, your hips, your stomach, etc. each mark of his is open mouthed, hot and wet.

soft!dom jake who slowly pushes into your entrance, making sure you feel every twitch and pulse of his dick.

soft!dom jake who regularly checks up on you, making sure you’re not in any pain or uncomfortable, “I need words sweet girl, is this okay?”

soft!dom jake who talks you through it, and makes sure you know just how much he loves you. “You’re doing so well for me princess, keep making those pretty sounds.”

soft!dom jake who doesn’t tease you or deny your orgasm, but wants to build it up as much as possible so you can fully feel the release.

soft!dom jake who pounds into you firmly but carefully, letting his shaft drag along your gummy walls.

soft!dom jake who also talks you through your orgasm, “That’s it baby girl, let go for me. Let it all out.”

soft!dom jake who doesn’t stop thrusting into you until you’ve fully finished riding through your release.

soft!dom jake who pulls you onto his sweat-slicked chest after you’ve both orgasmed, running his fingers through your messy hair.

soft!dom jake who never stops telling you how beautiful you are and how much of a good girl you are for him.

We all know the night would end with your back absolutely broken. The hardwood floor would be decorated with your ripped panties, flower petals, Heeseung’s tie, sweat stained clothes… 

Heeseung wanted to make the night about you. Your pleasure was his priority.

He started out by taking you to your favorite Italian restaurant. You would both need fuel for the strenuous night ahead of fucking like bunnies… 

You dressed all fancy—more than usual—for the occasion. A black silk dress danced over the soft curve of your waist and down to your thighs. In the back, a bow tied low on your spine, barely covering what had Heeseung drooling like a rabid dog. He was rock solid from the moment he saw you. 

You did all the cute couple things. Recreated the spaghetti and meatballs scene from Lady and the Tramp, fed each other garlic breadsticks from across the table, and showered each other with compliments. 

“This night really has been perfect, baby. Thank you.” 

You dabbed at your cheeks with a napkin. Heeseung just stared at you. He had a primal glare behind those big brown eyes, which looked soft half the time. 

But you knew what really hid behind them. It was flaming and violent—an almost barbaric need to fuck you right then and there. It was something about the way your freshly shaved soft legs bumped against his. The way your tits would squish together, creating the most delicious crease of cleavage for him to dive into. 

You were making him frantic. His fingers fidgeted along the edges of his napkin, trying to find something to distract him from his nasty thoughts. All he could think about was how he’d spread your ass cheeks so far that he could see your pussy wrap fully around his chubbed up cock. He knew just how much you’d whine and whimper—swearing that you couldn’t take anymore. 

Heeseung fell into a trance, reminiscing on all the times he fucked you silly—all the times you submitted to him like an innocent little kitten—not knowing how bad he was about to fuck you up. 

He remembered a time you wore the skimpiest panties. He ended up ripping them off, but later reimbursed you.

“Baby—you picked these out for me?” 

Heeseung groaned into the insides of your thighs as he slowly pulled down your shorts, revealing a lacy pink pair of panties. Right on the top lie a small delicate bow, painting a picture that you’re Heeseung’s good little girl, when in reality you’re just a dirty whore for him.

“Ngh Hee—just take ‘em off already–” 

Heeseung nips at the skin of your thigh, making you half moan half yelp.  

“Patience baby… Wanna take my time with you tonight.” 

The anticipation burned his skin, making his bones ache with need. As soon as you began to squirm underneath him, he took one hand and clamped you down to the sheets. You’d have bruises by tomorrow. 

“Fucking sit still you slut—naughty girls don’t get pleased.” 

You gulped under his gaze. God he was being so possesive… and mean. But it turned him on. And he would never deny it. 

As soon as you knew it, Heeseung hooked his thumbs into your panties and pulled them down achingly slow. He started smirking, knowing just how cruel he was being. 

“Already soaked—” 

He sniffed a stripe right over your folds and inhaled deeply. 

“You’re so desperate, I can fucking smell it.”

A choked sound caught in the back of your throat. You were losing all composer under his grip. His hands stalled at the curve of your waist while his tongue began exploring the insides of your thighs, still teasing you. Each nip and lick made your teeth grit harder and harder. 

“Think you’ve waited long enough, doll?”

Heeseung’s cock was red and angry. It strained against his pants, begging to be freed.

“Ahem—Heeseung?” 

Heeseung’s mind quickly snapped back to reality. You noticed how he had dozed off for about 30 seconds, leaving his spaghetti cold on the table. 

His eyes finally met your gaze. He realized he had just been daydreaming about fucking your brains out when he was supposed to be a gentleman at dinner. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s Apple straining against his tie. Flush crept up his neck, flooding his cheeks. Suddenly every piece of clothing he had on felt three sizes smaller. The room had become a sauna. 

Heeseung couldn’t wait to get his clothes off and shove his cock in you for Valentine’s Day.

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