#sub!jake

You open your phone expecting to see a concert edit, instead you see Jake holding the hands of one of his fans. You were far from controlling and you never really had a problem with him flirting with Engene, but today it plucked at your heart strings. It didn't sit right with you how he had nearly been able to see him but he was flirting with this girl that you couldn't even see the face of. How you guys had barely been able to see each other or the fact he had missed your birthday because he was on tour.

You close your phone and go back to folding. You were planning out exactly how you would show him how much you missed him. You decided to make dinner since you had finished cleaning the rest of the house and honestly there wasn't much that you could do. It was around 9:30 when Jake finally came home just as you heated up the food on the stove. His favorite Australian steak he had begged you to make all the time saying you made it just like his mom who was honestly a flex and you made it probably 2 every 4 months.

Jake walked into the kitchen and placed his bag down with his puppy grin and that had almost broken you but you turned your back to him as you placed the plates on the table. "Are you okay?" He asks slowly, his voice wavering.

"Yup," you say, sitting down at the table and quickly saying thanks for your food before you stab the meat aggressively causing Jake to flinch. "You seem pretty mad," he says, cutting his meat and taking a bite, "wanna talk about it." You look up at him as he chews on his bottom lip. His eyes search your face for any signs. "Please tell me," he whines, putting his fork down as his eyes water.

You cut your meat again and slide a piece into your mouth. "It's nothing Jake, eat your food. I was cooking all day." Sure you were being a brat but it was so much more. You missed your boyfriend and you wanted him in ways words couldn't even describe but you weren't just gonna tell him no. You would make him work for it.

"What did you do today?" He looks up at you as he pops a piece of steak in his mouth as the taste explodes on his tongue.

"I cleaned the apartment most of the day and then made dinner. It wasn't that eventful at all." You take a sip of your soda, a little spilling out of the corner of your mouth and you catch it with your tongue. Jake's eyes never leave the scene in front of him, his already aching cock twitching. It had been hard since he thought of coming home to his girlfriend. There were no women who made him feel the way she did and he didn't think he would be able to find another and he didn't even want to look. He was happy where he was.

You both finished your food and as you were getting up and putting your dishes into the sink, "I saw a video today." His eyes widened with curiosity. "And you were flirting with an Engene." You see the corners of his mouth turn up in an amusing smile. "You're jealous," he says teasingly.

"No," you say sheepishly, unable to keep eye contact with him and look back down at the dishes in the sink.

"You're totally jealous," he grins a little wider. "You know that's my job baby."

"Yeah well you looked really happy with her," you say not looking up. "I make everyone feel special so yeah I was happy with her if it made her smile." He pushes his chair away from the table and walks over to you at the sink. "You're the only one I want to come home to, you know that."

"Do I?" You raise your eyebrows.

He licks his lips as he leans and takes your lips on his own as he shifts the position so that he has you pinned to the island counter, he kisses his way down the column of your throat. Your head falls back with a groan. He licks the valley between your breasts exposed in the tank top you were wearing. You grab a handful of his hair and look down at the adoration in his eyes. You pull him to your lips.

He picks you up and places you on the counter trailing his fingers over your curves as his eyes beg you. You nod and he lifts your shirt over your head revealing your nude body under the shirt and you swear you saw his pupils triple in size. "Can I touch you?" His voice wavering a bit as he looks up, his eyes glossy.

"Go for it baby, make mommy proud." A whimper leaves his lips as he trails kisses down your boobs leaving hickeys and bite marks that he would admire later. When he is met with your nipple, he latches on to it. A moan erupts from your throat as your fingers tangle in Jake's hair. He gives the same ministrations to the other nipple as he pinches the other to not leave it neglected. His fingers trail to the waistband of the sweatpants that you were wearing.

"Mommy please let me eat you out, please please." Your mind was already cloudy and you could barely keep your eyes on his face as you nod. He lets out a happy yelp as he helps you out of your sweats and looks down at the black lace panties that were now clad to your soaked cunt. "You're so beautiful, god," he moaned. His eyes twinkle and he leans closer to your leg and spreads them for his view. He kisses the inside of your thighs getting closer to the center. His nose brushes your clit through your soaked panties. He knows your body like the back of his hand just as you knew his.

"God I love you," he whispers into your heat, his cool breath shooting a shudder through your body. A small whimper leaves your throat.

"I love you baby," you whisper as he pulls your panties down and leaves them on the side of him. He spreads your legs a little farther and delves into your pussy causing your hips to buck off the counter and against Jake's nose. He licks a long stripe of your cunt before his focus is stolen by the bundle of nerves that shoots shocks of pleasure through your body.

"Jake, mph," you arch off the counter, fingers tangling into his hair. You look down to see his hips jerking up and a moan slipping from his lips as his tongue slides deep inside you. His fingers join in the dual assault making your brain short circuit. "Am I doing a good job? Tell me I'm a good boy mommy please."

"You're doing so good baby," he hums against your folds making you shudder. "You're being such a good boy," you praise as your eyes roll back. "You're making mommy so proud." He whines against you as a band begins to form and you begin to grind against his face. "Fuck," you moan and your orgasm begins fluttering toward you. The thing was Jake enjoyed the act of pleasuring you more than having you pleasuring him. Sure he loved it but having you falling apart in his hands when you are so rough all the time and the fact that he was the one doing it. He moves his hips faster, humping the air. You knew he could cum untouched. "No cumming," you scold him. Was it fair? No. Did you care? No. You moan as you come all over his face and hands, your legs close around his head as he whimpers and you see stars. And Jake eats you through it. Your legs fall open as you come down and you see Jake's dilated pupils.

And he doesn't stop. He could care less that you were shaking. He needed more; his face buried in your cunt was all he could think about. "Jake," you moan but it doesn't deter him. When you try to move away, he holds your hips down. "I'm not done, stop moving."

It happens often. Too often in your opinion and you’ve had enough. Every other day there’s a new video of Jake winking, licking his lips or complimenting a fan that appears on social media. You try to contain your jealousy, knowing this is part of his job. But you can’t help it. He’s yours and needs to remember that.

Today he finally gets one day off after a very busy few months of touring and preparing his album. He texted you a few hours back saying he will come and sleep over at your place tonight.

*Knock Knock*

You excitedly walk up to the door but quickly make an annoyed expression before opening the door. And there stands your handsome boyfriend. He never fails to make your heart skip a beat. His hair is messy and styled like bangs on this forehead. He looks adorable.

As soon as you open the door he jumps into your arms and giggles. “Oh i’ve missed you so much! These months without you were hell” He says all jolly.

And once again your heart skips a beat and you can only hug him back tightly. “I missed you too”.

But when he lets go you remember that you wanted to “punish” him tonight so you put on a cold expression again.

“Is something wrong” Jake says noticing the your facial expression.

His worried tone almost makes you falter but you’re determined. “oh i don’t know, only that i’ve noticed how flirty you’ve become. Is it because you were far away from home that you decided to act up?”

Jake is visibly confused. “What? I don’t know what you mean” He tries to grab your hands but you take a step back.

“You’ve been flirting with your fans too much recently. I should remind you who you belong to”

“Wait, it doesn’t mean anything i just-“

“I know it’s a part of your job Jake, but you’re going way too far with it” You interrupt him. “Go in my room and get on the bed now”

He’s frozen and just stares as you.

“Go! Now” Your voice is firm and commanding. He immediately goes into your room. You smirk at his obedience before following him.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Should i remind you where home is? Have you forgotten while you were gone?” You grab his chin and make him look at you.

His face clearly shows he’s excited about this. “I didn’t mean any of it, you know that!”

You let go of his face before getting down on your knees right between his tights. “Do i really?”

He looks down at you, his face with a slight pink tint. “I’m sorry, i won’t do that again”

“Oh i’ll make sure of that” Your hands caress his thighs and you feel them tense up under your fingers. At the same time your face rubs against his semi hard on. “This turns you on? You like when i’m angry at you?”

“No! No…” He replies too embarrassed to look at you.

Your hands pull on both sides oh his pants and he lifts up his hips to help you take them off. He’s wearing white boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. Not only is his print visible, there’s also a clear wet spot right where his tip is at.

“Whore” You spit out and his dick twitches. The way his body reacts makes you smirk and you can feel your body getting turned on by this situation too.

You grab his print through his boxers and jerk him off slowly. “You kept staring at that fan, 7 times you were caught staring at her!” You jerk him off a bit faster.

“Fuck i didn’t do it on purpose” His hands grab a fistful of the sheets below him.

“Right because you just somehow looked and winked at the same fan 7 times? Don’t lie to me Jake!” Before he can answer your lips wrap around his covered and leaking tip.

“Fuck!” His lips buck up at the feeling. His head falls back and soft moans escape his lips.

“Already so worked up and i’m not even touching you properly” You tease him.

He lifts his head back up and looks down at what you’re doing to his tip. Your hand is jerking off his length while your lips and tongue are torturing his tip. “I missed this so much”

You look up at him and the way he stares at you got your body reacting again. You can feel your wetness pooling your panties.

You continue jerking him off and his moans get a bit louder. “Please take it off please” He begs.

“Take what off hmm?”

“My boxers please” He lifts his lips up again hoping you’ll take his boxers off but you have other plans. With your free hand you push him back down on the bed

“You don’t deserve it at all. This is how you’ll cum. In your boxers like the pathetic dog you are” You down more of his tip.

His lips jerk forward in an attempt to get his length deeper inside of your mouth but to no avail. “Stop torturing me!”

“Stop flirting with fans!” You spit back clearly annoyed at him now. Your hands move faster and your tongue lick his tip exactly how he loves it.

“I’m so close, i’m close” He moans, his hips picking up pace. And that’s when you slow down your pace before coming to a stop.

“You don’t get to cum tonight” You stand up and give him a kiss on the cheek before getting under the covers.

He’s speechless and still sitting on the edge of the bed before turning to face you. “What?”

“please, what?” you whisper into his ear, gently biting on it. jake’s breath hitches at hearing your voice, so seductive and close to him, almost tickling him. his hands are fisted into the sheets, arms feeling like jelly and hardly holding him up.

“more, please touch me more,” he begs, looking up at you with his beautiful eyes. “i’ll do anything if you just give me more.”

you oblige, only to an extent, a sucker for when he looks at you like that. you slowly run your fingertips over his shoulders and down his arms. moving across his chest and briefly brushing past a nipple, jake arching into the touch with a tingle down his spine.

you attach your lips to his sensitive neck, lightly sucking on the skin so it leaves behind a hickey. jake starts panting out breaths, his eyes squeezing shut as he squirms in his spot, his cock bobbing uncontrollably. his moans are almost nonstop, raising in pitch the longer you suck.

“fuck me.” he huffs, becoming impatient with your teasing. he drops his head and reaches a hand down to between his legs, wanting relief from his aching hard-on.

you watch him and right before he could wrap his fingers around himself, you gently tug on the shirt around his neck. jake’s hand pauses in mid air and he gasps at the slight, sudden pressure on his throat.

you pull his head back, his brown eyes wide and blinking up at you, an apology already on the tip of his tongue. you speak before he can get his words out,

“did you ask if you could touch yourself?” you question, letting go of the shirt and opting to brush the wet strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. jake sighs at the touch, shaking his head no and resting his hand on his thigh.

“‘m sorry, i wasn’t thinking. i just want to feel good…” he whispers.

“needy puppy just couldn’t help himself, hm?” you tease instead. jake rapidly nods his head with a moan at being called his favorite pet-name. it draws your attention to his lips, wet from all the licking and damn near drooling he’s been doing and you can’t help but want to kiss them.

“mhm, just a dumb puppy when you touch me.” he agrees. you hum in agreement, guiding his head further back, his back curving to follow your movement. you lean down and press a quick kiss to his lips, jake eagerly chasing after you with a whine when you pull away. with a smirk, you kiss him again deeper this time, forcing his mouth open with your tongue.

he leans into the kiss, moaning into your mouth the angle making it slightly messy and wet. only parting ways to allow yourself to remove jake’s shirt fully, now bothersome to you as you want to reveal more of him. his whines from having your lips on his anymore quickly turn into whimpers as you latch yourself there, leaving more reddish-purple marks along the freshly exposed skin.

no matter how much the pleasure got though, jake refused to even attempt to touch himself again. instead he’d just buck into the air with a sweet cry, or the occasional shout when you bit just a little harder than he’s used to.

“please… can you please touch me there now?” jake whispers once he can’t stand it anymore, his cock red and hot from being denied for so long. the puddle larger than when you started from where he still leaks.

“touch you where love?” you ask just to wind him up more, peaking over his shoulder and watching as another bead of precum rolls down the tip when you softly pinch his nipple between your fingers.

“please, you know where. just touch me.” he frustratedly whines, thrusting his cock up into nothing, his way of saying what he wants. you smile and wrap an arm around his waist and run your fingers down it, softly grazing your fingernails up and down them. you feel as he tenses and shake every time you get closer to his cock and his breathing deepens, watching as your hands tease him.

“you mean here?” you ask, catching him off guard by suddenly grabbing his cock. using your thumb to rub over the wet and sensitive frenulum, causing jake’s breath to hitch and uncontrollably thrust his hips into the touch.

“yes, f-fuck yes!” jake practically cries. you laugh and stroke once just to watch jake’s face turn into one of pure bliss at finally getting what he wants, his brows furrowing before dropping his head from the intensity, loud moans pouring out.

you slowly stroke him, smoothly gliding over his cock with the copious amounts of precum that drip down it. you are sure to rub the sensitive tip with each stroke down, jake shuddering every time to your amusement. each stroke leaving behind obscene wet sounds that fill the room along with jakes’ filthy noises.

“is this what you wanted, hm? what you were begging me for?” you purr, already knowing the answer but just want to watch jake struggle to find his words. purposely stroking faster each time jake tries to speak, choking on his words.

“god yes, feels s-so good..” he manages to moan out, voice cracking towards the end of his sentence. you can only smirk at the broken reply, basking in the way that his body reacts to every little thing you do to him, the control you have over him.

his head cocks back towards you, landing on your shoulder once again on a particularly rough stroke, his eyes pressed shut in absolute bliss. “feels so good, please don’t stop..” he mindlessly chants, almost faint if he wasn’t right by your ear.

you look up and do a double-take at the mirror you recently bought, sitting in front of the bed. you look back at jake with an idea. gently, you take jake’s chin into your unoccupied hand and drop his head towards said mirror. the image is lewd, way his face looks, the way his lips are parted spilling out all kinds of sounds just for you. the sight leaves a throbbing feeling down below.

“look at yourself love. i’ve hardly done anything to you, yet you’re so ruined.” you murmur, watching him through the mirror.

jake’s eyes blink open, making eye contact with you through the mirror before his eyes find himself, taking the sight in. his hair tousled, face painted a lovely shade of pink, glistening from the sweat, and his cock that was leaking all over your hand and onto the bedsheets. he almost can’t believe his eyes, can’t believe that he can look so disheveled.

“’s too embarrassing…” he whines, shutting his eyes and shoving his face into the crook of your neck and hiding from himself. he can’t get the image of how he looked out of his head though, cock twitching in slight interest.

however, as soon as his eyes close, you stop touching him. he immediately whines against your skin, moving his hips in attempt to feel good again. to his dismay, you use your other hand to hold his hip in place in which jake huffs, “why’d you stop, please keep going.”

“i said look at yourself.” was your only reply, stern enough that it was all that needed to be said. jake whimpers before turning back towards the mirror, his breathing comes quick as looks at himself again.

“you’re so pretty jake… so good for me,” you whisper in his ear while making eye contact with him through the mirror. he shivers and his cock pulses at the praise. slowly, you wrap a hand around him and start stroking him again, keeping a teasing pace that you know will drive him mad. “don’t you agree, aren’t you pretty?” you question.

there was no fight when he nodded in agreement, “yes, so pretty for you,” he whines and his eyes start to flutter shut as the pleasure starts to build again from the compliment. you squeeze his cock in disapproval, earning a choked breath from jake.

“ah ah, keep those pretty eyes open for me,” you purr. his eyes fly open, immediately locking eyes with you in the reflection. “unless you want me to stop?” you finish quirking a brow, pausing your hand where it rests on the base of his cock and squeezing it.

“no, no please keep going. i won’t close my eyes, promise.” he pleads, eyes watery and hips trying to chase the pleasure he was feeling. you hum and hold him to his word and also keeping your word and stopping if his eyes start to flutter.

“good boy, you’re doing great.” you praise, bringing your other hand up from his waist, up his stomach, to his chest where you fondle his perked nipples.

jake loudly gasp, the touch bringing him to the edge and he immediately starts sighing out a string of apologies. you didn’t understand what for until you feel his body tense up and warmth as he cums all over your hand.

“’m sorry, ‘m s-sorry, i didn’t mean to cum…” he babbles after he starts to come down, his head to fuzzy after such a strong orgasm. you examine his face in the mirror where you find his eyes closed, lashes wet from the tears that lined them.

“cumming without permission and closing your eyes…” you tsk. jake jumps coming, his head clearing enough for him to realize his eyes were in fact closed and opening them to the displeased look on your face. before he can begin apologizing clearly, you stroke his sensitive cock with no remorse. jake yelps, twisting his body in an attempt an escape the intense overstimulation.

“wait- p-please ‘m sorry… please.” he chokes out between moans, moans that settle between pain and pleasure and he’s not sure which to fall into. the sensitivity is almost too much, fresh tears spring to his eyes and falling against his flush cheeks.

“you just couldn’t help yourself? is that what you’re going to say?” you mock, bringing both hands onto him and ruthlessly bringing him towards another orgasm. as much as jake wanted his body to run away it, he was chasing it, wanting to keep feeling good. so good.

“i- i couldn’t. it felt too good, you’re too good…” he cries. the pain turning to desire as he starts to move his hips. desperately, he fucks into your hands and you don’t even have move them, using your fists to his hearts content.

“’s too much, too much … fuck.” he whimpers aimlessly, words slurring together. he’s so far gone in arousal, he doesn’t even realize he’s the one moving, movements getting sloppier as he gets closer to cumming. his eyes glued shut and his fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh, lips slick with saliva and red as he keeps biting down on them.

you can’t help but to take it all in, how good he looks completely ruined from your hands. how noisy he gets whenever he feels too good. you shift into a more comfortable position as your shorts have gotten progressively wetter as you watch jake wreck himself.

“i-i think ‘m gonna cum..” jake pants, looking at you for approval. he just looks so pretty, a complete mess from a little handjob that you can’t bring yourself to deny him. he’s trembling, using everything he has to hold back his orgasm until you give him permission, how cute.

“cum for me,” you whisper. jake preens and whispers small thank you’s, driving his cock into your grip. his breathing is almost erratic as his orgasm builds to the peak. drawling out praises in his ear, leading him on.

“fuck, i’m gonna - i’m cummi-” he announces, before hiccuping on his words. his whole body quivering as he cums for the second time, more intense than the first. he thrusts his hips roughly into your hands, spraying hot cum everywhere. endless moans streaming out as he rides out his orgasm.

he eventually comes back down, hissing when he pulls his cock from your fists, his breathing slow but heavy and his hands finally releases his clutch on his thigh. he left behind little fingernail imprints from how hard he held on. he swallows, mouth dry from the nonstop noises and opens his eyes to look at you with a dopey smile on his face.

“i don’t know how you always manage to fuck me up like that…” he says with so much admiration in his puppy eyes.

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple. jake contentedly hums, pressing his weight against your chest, getting comfortable and you know that you’re going to be here a while.

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