“please, please, please.”

it’s the only phrase jake seems to be able to get out, because he’s uttered it twelve times within the past five minutes alone. it’s hard for him to say anything else when your hand is moving so painfully slow that he has to blink back tears.

“you can take it, baby. ask for it nicely and i pinky promise i’ll let you cum.”

jake’s stomach tenses, his fingers gripping his shirt to the point the fabric wrinkles. he’s been holding it above his navel for the past fifteen minutes while your hand moves up and down on his slick cock. it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good—

“fuck, fuck, mommy—‘m gonna cum!” he squeaks out, the name falling naturally from his swollen lips. it’s so natural, in fact, that it makes him freeze. he opens his teary eyes to meet yours, but you’re already grinning in that way that tells him he’s fucked.

“mommy?”

“shut up,” he groans, tipping his head back against the headboard. your laugh makes his spine tingle and a rush of heat travel its way from his stomach to his cock. it twitches in your hand, oozing precum to make the slide easier on your hand. “please, just… keep going.”

“ask me nicely.”

“i did—“ jake knows arguing gets him nowhere. he sighs, his lips curling downward into a frown. jake pushes his hips forward into your hand, licking his lips. “please, let me cum. i’ll be real good, i promise.” his voice cracks halfway and you know he’s two strokes away from finishing.

“no, do it like before.” his brows kiss together in confusion while his glassy eyes search for some sort of meaning to it in your face. “c’mon. call me mommy.”

his cheeks were previously a pale pink shade from the heat rising in his body, but now they’d become a vibrant shade of red. he opens and closes his mouth like a fish before pressing his lips together tightly and whining. “you can’t be serious—f-fuck!”

“dead serious. go on, jakey.”

he knows you take pleasure in his embarrassment. who wouldn’t with the way the flush spreads to his ears, his lips purse together, and his eyes look at you like he’s pleading for mercy. he swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing as if it were trying to show off all the hickey’s you’d left on and around it.

“… don’t make me, baby.” he whispered it so softly, so sweetly, that you almost consider giving in.

but where’s the fun in that?

“i can do this all day, baby. can you?” his lips part to let out a strained moan when your hand speeds up. the slick noises of his cock are so audible it brings him shame. his head hangs, forcing him to watch as his abs contract violently from the pleasure and his cock bobs like its trying to escape your hand.

“baby, ple… oh, fuck.” jake’s head tips back and his brows pinch together. he’s devastatingly beautiful when he’s trying not to give in. “fuck, just…”

your hand slows to almost a stop, making him groan in frustration. how can you be so cruel? he wants it so bad, so bad the tears in his eyes collect at his waterline. oh, this is the best part—his lips begin to curve downward into a frown like it’ll help him hold back tears any better, the bottom one trembling. he sniffles once, twice, then whimpers. as if on cue, the tears fly down his rosy cheeks. some drip straight down to soak his shirt, others follow the route down his chin and to his neck. he’s so pretty you almost let him finish.

almost. your hand resumes its previous speed. he resumes his previous babbling. “please, i cant, i cant, i—oh, shit.”

“it’s only one word, ikeu. you can do it, can’t you?” the encouragement along with the pure need vibrating through his body is enough to make him nod dumbly, his nose tip reddening like a bunny.

“mommy, please. please, please, lemme cum, ‘m so good—fuck, fuck, oh!” he gasps, almost doubling over when you don’t stop. his hand grips your wrist so hard it might leave bruises. after all, he’s just a big strong man who lets you dumb him down.

“‘s so good… mmm—‘m gonna cum. please, can i? f-fuck!” his words are starting to slur together, his saliva pooling at the tip of his tongue. his eyes shut tightly, his hand leaving your wrist to grip the sheets.

“go ahead, baby.” it’s all he needs to hear to spill over your hand.

“mo-mommy, fuck—!” his cum dribbles over his slit, running down the side of his cock and onto the back of your hand. it happens so quickly, he doesn’t know when it started. a loud moan escapes him involuntarily, his jaw goes slack, and his head lolls back against the headboard. he doesn’t have much to give, but he gives all that he has.

he pants, his shaky hand reaching out to weakly grip yours. it’s a complete turn around from his earlier grip, like he’s now tamed. “s-stop, no more…”

“you can give me another.”

jake blinks dazedly. he’s in for a treat, isn’t he?

a/n: blair where were you!!! you all cry out in unison… i Was schooling. and then i lost the energy to write. and then bts went on tour and im ovulating… ALSO im not a mommy kink person but for some reason sub ikeu w a mommy kink speaks to me. originally i wrote this for jungkook so ntm… Jungkook i miss u.

did anyone else see that one sub!koo tiktok…. no? Ok!