jakes hands ade soooo freaking hot i wanna suck on them. :ppp
Closed Mouths (Cunts) Don't Get Fed - Sim Jaeyun
~~It's hard to follow Jake's directions when he's physically tormenting your body against what it's programmed to do. But his hands will mold you to conform to his words.~~
wc: 1.1k
content: vaginal fingering, finger sucking, overstimulation, squirting, mirror sex
“Stop moving, Baby,” Jake exhales against your ear, pushing another finger inside your slick entrance. “How am I supposed to make you come if you don’t stop squirming?”
You wanted to stay still, but that was easier said than done when Jake had your legs spread wide open in front of a mirror, forcing you to look at yourself as he played with you.
He pressed his fingers down on your tongue. Saliva coated his digits before rolling down his wrist and your chin. You moan around the intrusion, letting his fingers stroke your tongue while his other hand toys with your cunt.
“Keep your eyes open,” he says when he notices your eyes fluttering shut.
You moan in frustration, forcing your eyes to stay at least cracked. Looking at your reflection, you can see his digits pumping in and out of you. You can see your glistening arousal. It was slathered on his fingers and clinging to your cunt. Wet sounds punctured the air when he pulled his hand out and rapidly rubbed your pussy. A high-pitched noise resulted first, then you attempted to clench your legs shut, but in doing so, you trapped his hand and stopped all movement.
“Open them,” he ordered.
Whining, you look at the reflection of where he sits behind you. He’s patiently watching you. He’s not going anywhere. He solidifies that by applying pressure with his trapped hand. You’re wet and throbbing, and you want him to keep touching you, but this was embarrassing.
“Open them or I stop.” He creates an ultimatum when you take too long to comply.
Sucking in small pockets of air, you spread your shaking thighs for him. His continuation is immediate. He gives you one quick slap to your cunt first, punishing you for trying to close him out in the first place. On reflex, your legs almost snap shut again, but you will them open and let him go back to his rapid rubbing. He releases a pleased sound at your show of submission, then he focuses his attention on your clit. He flicks his hand back and forth over the area, watching your body draw up as he abuses your sensitive clit.
“Keep 'em open,” he reminds you, while staring at your reflection, watching your slick coat everything, from your clit to your mound to your ass, even your inner thighs. He smears your mess around, the slick substance reaching everywhere his hand graces.
“That’s good,” he mutters, “Just like that.”
You look like a fucked-out mess on his lap. You’re drooling around his fingers. Spit is dripping down your chin and spilling onto your chest. Your pussy is spasming from every swift movement. He flicks and rolls his palm against your clit. He presses two thick digits between your folds, dragging them up and down. Your aching core clenches when he grazes it. Your sensitive clit twitches at the slightest attention.
It’s impossible not to move in this state when you’re not too far off from coming and are craving for his fingers to dig inside of you.
Diligently, you suck on his index and middle finger, rolling your tongue around them until he’s distracted enough to drag his eyes away from your abused pussy and up to your face. You suctioned around his fingers as you held his gaze in the mirror. You’re pleading with your eyes, hoping your expression will relay what your mouth can’t.
Jake coos and strokes your tongue. “You’re so cute.”
He pushes them further back and watches your eyes squeeze shut as you lurch forward. You have to fight your gag reflex and force your eyes open, desperately awaiting his fingers inside of you again.
Jake makes a sound of approval, and then, he gives you what you were begging for. It’s so satisfying watching you fight your body to please him. You moan around his fingers and grip his veiny forearm as three thick digits deposit themselves in your walls.
He wastes no time messing with you any longer. Jake fucks them deep in your cunt, pleased when your body draws his hand in enthusiastically.
“Your pussy loves me so much,” Jake says with a sick pride rolling up his back.
“Look at it,” he orders, making you cast your eyes down between your legs to where your pussy is sucking him in. He pauses his movements so you can see the visible clench of your cunt, so you can see the way your pretty hold is dripping for him. You fight the urge to look away as your cheeks grow warmer.
He grins and returns to his ministrations. He’s impressively accurate at pinpointing your g-spot. He punches it and strokes it with the pads of his fingers repeatedly until you’re visibly trembling, trying to fight the impulse to clamp up on him again.
“So close, yeah?”
You whimper in response, tonguing his fingers with a weak suction until he pulls them out and drags his saliva-drenched hand down to meet his other one.
“Jake, please.” Your voice cracks when he starts rubbing slow circles over your clit.
“You can take it.” He overrides your plea, licks his lips, and then speeds up.
You squeal and thrash immediately. With one hand inside you and the other providing a slick, hot friction to your overly disturbed clit, you are fighting everything within yourself at this point. Desperate to finish, you latch your hands onto your thighs and keep them spread. If you didn’t keep yourself open, he was going to drag this out even longer, and you didn’t want that.
When Jake notices your effort, he presses a kiss to the back of your head. “Such a good girl.”
He then watches you closely. He watches the second your body finally gives out on you and stops fighting completely. He watches your body go slack against him as he throws you overboard into a fast oncoming typhoon of pleasure.
It rolls over you and consumes you. Jake rips his hand from your hole and watches liquid spray the next second. He curses while smiling to himself. He flicks his other hand over your cunt, spreading your juices until they wet the floor and the mirror and anything close enough to become collateral to your vicious climax.
“So good. You did so good.”
Jake’s words come through as a muffled, incoherent blob. You couldn’t register much of anything right now besides the incessant throbbing between your legs and the wet mess coating your entire lower half.
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~~Jake has a thing for groupies. He loves it when chicks fawn for him, open their legs for him, do mind-blowing things for him. He loves it all. He's addicted to it. Problem is, he assumed you were just like them.~~
wc: 1.3k
content: vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, oral sex (f receiving), femdom reader, sub jake~~
Jake, who's in a local indie band that plays small club venues with dedicated listeners. He's nothing too big, but he has a gaggle of girls who throw themselves at his feet for any given opportunity to have his dick in their mouth.
Jake, who assumed you were one of his many groupies upon spotting you in the crowd. You caught his eye immediately, vibing to the music and enjoying his vocals with rapt attention.
Jake, who watched you all night, glancing at your section of the crowd more often than he should have. You saw it. He wanted you to. He wanted you to know how lucky you were to have a hotshot like him eyeing you up all night. That was at least what he thought until he got you backstage.
Jake, who had you sat on top of a speaker by the end of the show with two fingers digging inside your walls. He groaned into the kiss while scissoring his digits wider. You slid your hand up the back of his head, then released a breathy moan when he moved his focus to your neck. He sucked and mouthed the skin, enjoying the reactions you were giving him just before you gripped his hair and pushed him down further.
Oh...this is new.
Shock transformed his features as he flicked an eye up at you. You, however, were hardly phased and instead felt a flutter in your core as he gazed up at you with a look he's surely never given any other girl.
"What? You thought I was gonna be the one on my knees?" You raised a brow at him and watched the initial surprise fade away as he dropped to your feet. Slowly, but eventually, he got there.
You spread your legs wider before pulling your thong to the side, showing him what exactly he would be devouring. There was no patience with you as far as he could tell. His tongue rolled over his lips, then it was licking up your folds, tasting your pussy in lengthy laps. Your juices greeted him eagerly, dripping out with every sweet slurp.
You seemed pleased enough as you combed your nails through his hair and rocked forward on the speaker. Thank God it was waterproof, or else he might have to explain to their tech crew why it stopped functioning at their next show. Jake's saliva, as well as your arousal, were building a small puddle underneath your ass. There was no care on your end for the safety of the equipment. You made that abundantly clear when you shoved his face deeper.
You submerged him in your pussy. You rode his tongue and bumped your clit against his nose. You used his face like a toy, dragging your juices across his face until you eventually came with your fingers twisting his tresses and a pained moan vibrating between your legs. A few more harsh sucks, and you eventually let him free.
"Good," you huffed while running your hand through his hair a few more times, enjoying the look in his eyes from where he kneeled below you.
You wish you could take a picture to preserve it. Maybe even post it online and show everyone how handsome he looked on his knees.
'Lead Singer Fuckboy Eats Pussy Like A Desperate Groupie'
It would've been a beautiful caption to grace the internet. Sadly, you were sure he wouldn't stay down there long enough to let you get the shot.
"Now, fuck me." There was no begging to it. Only a firm command.
Coming to his senses, Jake slaps your hand away from his head and gives you an off look. "Shouldn't I be the one giving orders?"
Leaning your weight back on the speaker, you shrug and present your logic. "I'm not desperate for dick. I could walk out these doors and feel no different from when I came. You, however," you smirk and press your foot down on his crotch, delighted when he folds over with a delicious groan, "have been eye-fucking me all night. Who really needs who here?"
He grabs your boot before you can push down further and do any actual damage. "I could just call someone else," he says.
"But will you, though?" Pursing your lips, you brush the tip of your shoe over his erection, watching him shudder with suppressed glee. "It's obvious you wanna fuck me."
Jake draws in a breath when you bring your hand between your legs and part your folds. You were playing dirty. Jake thought with his dick more than his head. He fucked droves of girls, and could have another one in your exact spot within the hour. But, unfortunately, he wanted you, and he was sure you wouldn't give him the opportunity again.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath before rising to his feet. He slips a condom out of his back pocket and rolls it on quickly.
He's annoyed by your prideful smirk, but also drowning in pleasure when he drags you to the edge of the speaker and pushes inside. The initial intrusion has both of you moaning in sync. He grips your ass while you hold his shoulders.
Your pussy is practically melting his cock. He pulls back with a shaky inhale and then rolls his hips forward. You give a pleased noise in response, and he takes it and runs with it. He holds your ass tighter and fucks you into the speaker, dragging his cock into your walls at a quick pace. Your body slams with his, and you moan each time he drags deep. He hits that sweet spot once, then twice, quick to notice how you clench up whenever he targets it.
Hooking a leg behind him, you pull him closer. You drag him inside your walls and hold him there, watching his expressions shift the more you massage his cock. Your pussy is a warm, wet vice, sucking him in and caressing him to no end.
He curses and groans before squeezing your ass, trying to keep his head on straight and not blow his load too soon. There might be some bruises on your butt tomorrow morning, but that was in no way his concern.
"You're actually fucking crazy," Jake says while grinding into you, unable to move more than a few inches.
"Don't be scared because you've never had a girl take charge before," you moan and roll your hips with his.
His tongue darts out and wets his lips, then he drives his hips forward, jostling you on the speaker. "Never said that."
You would fall off if not for your tight hold on him. Digging your nails in his shoulder to cement your point, you smirk when his eyes roll back and his cock twitches inside you.
"It was implied," you purr.
He's practically sweating bullets, eager to come any minute now. You release your leg from behind him, allowing him to continue his thrusts as he tries to lie to himself that he doesn't like being the overly eager one for once. He grunts and ruts inside your walls, enamored by how amazing everything feels with your pussy gripping him.
His hips smack against your clit, forming a beautiful friction. You moan beautifully, rolling your body to meet his and forcing his cock to touch your deepest spots. It's this sweet combination that has you coming around him just in time for him to finally give out.
Releasing your butt and holding onto the speaker, Jake grunts when his hips stutter inside you. He floods the condom with his cum, wheezing while you milk him dry. You squeeze and stroke him with your pussy, wrapping both legs around his waist and pulling him in until he's flush with you. There's not even a millimeter of space separating the two of you as you reside in a state of bliss.
Stars dust his vision like a distorted solar system. He can see them sparkling around your form. Over your midsection, your hips, your heaving cleavage. He has to blink a few times before they finally slip away, but even then, you're somehow still sparkling.
