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kitysugar · 27 days ago

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i’ve been having baby fever so bad recently bc the majority of my friends are having babies so i’m an auntie in all directions…… and this isn’t helping imagine how sweet jake would be with pregnant reader and how much of a girl dad he is im gonna cry

two babies. [jake]

PAIRINGS: sulky husband!jake! x loving wife!reader

GENRE: fluff, domestic, dad!jake, post-baby sweetness, light jealousy, cheesy romance

WORD COUNT: ~2k

SYNOPSIS: jake’s always been soft for his girls—his wife, his daughter, his whole world. but when the spotlight shifts just a little too much from him to their growing toddler, jake gets clingy, sulky, and hilariously jealous. between cupcake-smeared birthdays, sleepy cuddles, and kindergarten meltdowns, jake just wants to be reminded that he’s still your baby, too.

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The clock blinked 7:13 p.m. in soft green digits as you folded tiny pastel onesies into neat stacks on the bed.

Your fingers moved on instinct—snap, fold, smooth—while your ears stayed trained for the little sounds of a two-year-old girl in the next room, babbling to herself as her plush bunny helped her organize building blocks.

Everything was calm. Organized. Peaceful.

Until the door creaked open, and you felt it; the quiet, dramatic energy of a full-grown man sulking.

“Sweetheart,” Jake said, voice already whiny as he padded into the room in his socks.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

You didn’t even look up.

“Jakey, I’ve been wiping apple puree off the walls since 7 a.m.”

He flopped onto the bed beside you, full body weight, face smushed into the fresh pile of folded baby clothes.

“She threw it at me, you know. I suffered too.”

“You were the one who made airplane noises and then flew the spoon into her nose.”

“She laughed!” he protested, rolling over to look at you with wide eyes.

“I made our daughter laugh! I deserve a trophy.”

You reached over and patted his cheek.

“Your trophy is on diaper duty for the rest of the week.”

Jake let out a gasp. “Sweetheart, no. Not the diapers. Please, anything but the poop bombs.”

You smirked as you shook out another onesie.

“You’re being dramatic.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder, voice a pitiful whisper.

“Because I miss you.”

That one got you.

His hair was a fluffy mess, the kind that happened when he’d been running around with your daughter, and his eyes were soft but exaggeratedly sad, like a kicked puppy.

“I’m right here, Jakey.”

“But you’re not,” he said, pouting.

“You’ve been with her all day. You tuck her in and sing her lullabies and kiss her cheeks like she’s the love of your life.”

“She is the love of my life,” you teased.

Jake looked scandalized. “You’re married to me!”

“And yet here you are, competing with a toddler.”

“I’m not competing,” he sulked, curling his arms around your waist like a koala.

“I just want some attention. Like, five minutes of uninterrupted cuddling. Is that too much to ask?”

“You had me to yourself for years before she came along, Jake.”

“And I want you forever, even now,” he mumbled, burying his face in your side.

“I didn’t realize I’d have to fight for your heart against a baby who can’t even pronounce my name properly.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair

“She says ‘Dake’ and it’s adorable.”

Jake tilted his head up, expression deadpan.

“She says ‘Dake’ and gets a kiss. I say ‘Sweetheart’ and I get told to fold burp cloths.”

“Oh, poor my love,” you cooed dramatically.

“Did the mean mommy make you do chores?”

Jake nodded solemnly.

“I didn’t sign up for this. I wanted kisses and snuggles and domestic fluff. Not stepping on Legos and dodging banana chunks.”

You set the last onesie aside and turned to face him

“Jake, you chose this life.”

“I chose you,” he corrected, poking your cheek.

“And you came with a bonus baby. Who, by the way, is a menace. A cute menace, but still.”

You grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Well, technically, she’s your copy-paste.”

Jake beamed for a second.

“She is, isn’t she? My tiny clone.”

Then his pout returned.

“And you still love her more than me.”

“Who said I don’t love both my babies equally?” you said, nuzzling his nose.

“One needs bedtime stories and sippy cups, and the other needs cuddles and constant validation.”

He blinked. “…Wait. Am I the second baby?”

You gave him your best innocent look.

“You said it. Not me.”

Jake groaned, collapsing into your lap.

“This is emotional bullying.”

You laughed and carded your fingers through his hair again, knowing it calmed him instantly.

“You’re my needy little guy, aren’t you?”

He mumbled something against your thigh that sounded suspiciously like,

“I love being babied by you.”

“Speak up, Jakey.”

“I said,” he raised his head and looked at you with big eyes,

“I like when you take care of me too.”

Your heart gave a soft squeeze.

“Oh, love. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I mean like… snacks in bed. Head pats. Back rubs. You used to spoil me.”

“You didn’t have sticky fingers grabbing at your snacks before,” you teased, but the affection in your voice gave you away.

“Besides, you’re still my baby.”

Jake perked up instantly. “Say that again.”

“My baby.”

He leaned closer. “Again.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled.

“You’re my first baby, Jake. Before diapers and tantrums and animated sing-alongs… there was you.”

His grin turned boyish.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

“Seriously?” you scoffed. “That fixed your entire sulky little mood?”

He nodded proudly.

“Words of affirmation, my love. Works every time.”

You kissed his cheek.

“Well, if you keep being cute, I might just reward you with a whole fifteen minutes of undivided mommy-wife attention.”

He gasped like he’d just won the lottery.

“You spoil me, sweetheart.”

You tapped his nose.

“You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I’m your favorite husband, right?”

“You’re my only husband.”

“Exactly,” he grinned, shifting to pull you down into the bed with him.

“Let’s cuddle before she wakes up and demands you sing the ‘twinkle cheese’ song again.”

“You mean Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?”

“No, she sings about cheese. I swear it.”

You giggled as Jake wrapped himself around you like a giant blanket, head tucked into your shoulder.

You smelled a hint of baby shampoo in his hair from earlier bathtime—a clear sign he’d let your daughter dump half the bottle on his head.

“Thanks for being such a good dad, Jake.”

His voice came muffled from your neck.

“Thanks for being the best of everything, sexy mama.”

You chuckled. The room fell into soft quiet. The folded clothes waited in neat piles.

The baby monitor glowed faintly on the nightstand, and from it came a tiny, sleepy hum—your daughter humming herself to sleep.

Jake whispered,

“She’s got your voice, you know.”

You smiled.

“She’s got your whole face.”

“I’m glad,” he said.

“But even if we have a dozen kids someday, I still want you to myself sometimes. Just me and you.”

You kissed his temple.

“You’ll always have me. Even when I’m chasing crayons and sippy cups and changing diapers—you’ll still be my Jakey.”

“And you’ll still be my everything,” he murmured.

You sighed softly, relaxing into the warmth of his arms.

“Two babies. One who throws her food, and one who throws tantrums when he doesn’t get kisses.”

Jake chuckled.

“Hey, I’m at least potty trained.”

“Barely.”

“Sweetheart!”

You laughed out loud, smothering it against his chest as he squeaked in protest and buried his face into your hair.

“You love me too much to insult me,” he muttered.

“I love you enough to tease you.”

He smiled. “Good. Tease me, kiss me, tuck me in. I’ll never get tired of being loved by you.”

You snuggled closer, heart full.

“Well then, lucky for you, I’ve got a lifetime’s worth to give.”

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The living room still smelled faintly of frosting and balloons.

Jake kicked his shoes off at the door, one hand clutching a pink plastic goody bag leftover from the party, the other hand carrying a sleeping two-year-old—no, three-year-old now—against his chest.

He could still feel her tiny fingers curled in his hoodie, face tucked against him, hair smelling like vanilla cupcakes and sunshine.

You turned from the kitchen, hair messy from the day, smile sleepy and full of love.

“Jake, she’s out?”

Jake nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah. Fell asleep mid-sentence.”

You laughed quietly and tiptoed over, brushing the baby hairs from your daughter’s forehead.

“Our big girl.”

Jake’s chest squeezed painfully tight.

Big girl.

Wasn’t she just learning how to crawl yesterday? Saying her first garbled “Da-da” and making his heart stop with the weight of it?

Now she was running and laughing and singing—getting taller, heavier in his arms, growing so fast he could barely keep up.

“She was so happy today,” you whispered, helping guide her into his arms more securely.

“Thanks for organizing the balloon arch, by the way. She kept pointing at it like it was the eighth wonder of the world.”

Jake smiled, but it felt wobbly. “Anything for my girls.”

You kissed his shoulder, soft and lingering.

“You’re the best, my love.”

Carefully, he carried his daughter to her room, feeling every single step like a countdown ticking louder in his heart.

He tucked her into bed, pulled the softest blanket up to her chin, and kissed her forehead, lingering a second longer than usual.

Then he stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at her sleeping form like he might miss something if he blinked.

You slid your hand into his. “Jake.”

He looked down at you. And when he spoke, his voice cracked a little.

“She’s not a baby anymore.”

You squeezed his hand.

“She’s always gonna be our baby.”

He shook his head, voice thick.

“It’s too fast. One second she’s learning how to say ‘juice’ and the next she’s singing full songs and bossing me around.”

You chuckled softly. “She gets the bossiness from you.”

Jake smiled, but his eyes stayed fixed on the little girl in the bed, cheeks rosy, hands curled around her bunny.

“She’s gonna grow up,” he whispered.

“She’s gonna go to school and make friends and… and I’m not ready, baby. I want to keep her small forever.”

You leaned your head against his arm, voice quiet but sure.

“You’ll always be her favorite, Jake. No matter how big she gets.”

Jake finally tore his eyes away and looked at you—the love of his life, standing there barefoot in sweats, looking at him like he hung the stars.

He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve you, didn’t deserve her. But God, he would spend the rest of his life trying to.

Without a word, he scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal-style out of the room like it was nothing.

You squeaked. “Jake! She’s sleeping!”

He whispered, “Shh, you’ll wake our tiny boss.”

You muffled a laugh against his chest, and he carried you straight to your shared bedroom, plopping you gently onto the bed before crawling in after you like a starved man.

“Need to hold you,” he muttered, yanking you against his chest. “Need to hold my whole world.”

You melted into him immediately, running your fingers through his hair, pressing kisses wherever you could reach.

“Still feeling emotional, my love?”

Jake nodded into your neck.

“I’m gonna be the scariest dad at her high school.”

You laughed, threading your fingers with his. “You already give suspicious looks to random dads at the playground.”

“They get too close when pushing her on the swings, baby. I have to be ready.”

You shook your head fondly.

“Our poor girl. She’s gonna have you, the golden retriever dad, and me, the one bribing her with cookies.”

“She’s gonna have the best parents ever,” Jake corrected, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes.

“Because she’s got you. You’re her whole heart. Just like you’re mine.”

Your face softened, eyes glassy under the lamplight. “Jakey.”

“I mean it,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Watching you with her… it’s everything I ever wanted. I could live a thousand lifetimes and I’d still choose you. You’re my best thing.”

You smiled so big it almost broke his heart.

“You’re mine too, my love.”

He kissed you properly then—slow and sweet and grateful.

The kind of kiss that said thank you for giving me this life. The kind of kiss that said I’ll love you forever, no matter how much changes. The kind of kiss that said I’ll always be your Jakey.

When you finally pulled away, Jake tucked you under his chin, feeling you breathe against him, safe and steady.

He closed his eyes, feeling peace settle heavy and warm in his chest.

Two girls. Two hearts. His whole universe.

And he would spend the rest of his life protecting both of you with everything he had.

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You weren’t even fully in the classroom when Jake leaned down and whispered,

“Why does this place smell like betrayal?”

You blinked.

“Jake. It’s a kindergarten classroom. It smells like glue and goldfish crackers.”

Jake narrowed his eyes at the crayon-labeled cubbies and bulletin boards. “This is where they take her from us.”

“She’s not going to the army. She’s learning how to read.”

“Same thing,” he muttered. “Both involve uniforms and tears.”

You rolled your eyes and took his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Just be normal. Please.”

“I am being normal,” he said, tugging you protectively closer.

“I’m being a completely reasonable father who’s attending a totally irrational event where strangers think they can raise our daughter better than we can.”

“She’s not being raised by strangers, she’s learning the alphabet.”

“I can teach her the alphabet!” he said indignantly. “A is for Appa, B is for Back off, C is for Clingy husband whose wife isn’t taking him seriously—”

You squeezed his hand. “Jake. Breathe.”

He took a dramatic inhale. And then promptly glared at the kindergarten teacher who knelt in front of your daughter and said,

“Hi, sweetheart! What’s your name?”

Jake froze.

His eye twitched.

You knew that look.

“Oh no,” you whispered. “Jake. Don’t.”

He turned, eyes wide. “Did she just call her sweetheart?”

“Yes, Jake, it’s a nice thing—”

“I call her sweetheart.”

“Lots of people call kids—”

“She’s my sweetheart!”

“She’s five.”

“She’s mine.”

“She’s also herself, Jake.”

Jake gave you a wounded look.

“You’re defending the woman who’s trying to steal my child’s affection.”

You choked on a laugh. “She asked her favorite color.”

Jake crossed his arms and sulked like a toddler.

Your daughter, meanwhile, was happily showing the teacher her sparkly light-up shoes and describing how she helped you bake cookies the night before.

Jake watched the interaction suspiciously. “She’s so trusting. Too pure. They’re gonna corrupt her.”

“She’s making friends, not joining a gang.”

He squinted at the other kids.

“That one looks shady. Look at his shoes.”

“They’re Velcro.”

“Exactly.”

You pulled Jake down into the tiny chairs in the back of the classroom and leaned into his shoulder, laughing softly. “You’re impossible.”

He leaned his head against yours.

“You love it.”

You kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

Jake brightened immediately, smile blooming like sunshine. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“One more time.”

“My love, I love you,” you whispered dramatically.

“Good,” he said, grinning.

“Now remind our daughter before she signs a legally binding friendship with that suspicious Velcro boy.”

You threw your head back and laughed so hard the teacher turned around and smiled.

Jake gave her a two-finger wave. It might’ve looked polite, but you knew it screamed my wife and daughter are off limits.

Later, when the orientation ended and you walked out hand in hand, Jake scooped your daughter up and kissed her head.

“She’s really going to grow up now, huh?” he whispered. You nodded, heart aching in the sweetest way

“Yeah.”

Jake sighed. “I hope kindergarten is ready. Because her dad is not.”

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author’s note: i feel like jake would be a good husband.. and a dad.. yeah..

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kitysugar · 2 months ago

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no face ! Sim Jaeyun X Reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 제이크 ] ☆ it turns out that your favorite camboy is your best friend! and it seems like the only person who doesn't know this is you. so what happens when you walk in on Jake streaming after he invited you over to "hang out"?

word count; 5.3k

camboy! dom! sim jaeyun x sub! reader , exhibition kink, riding, ass slapping, slight breeding, fingering, praise, begging, friends to lovers, possessiveness, unprotected sex (don't do that.) overstimulation, blindfold, mask kink (YES JAKE WEARS A MASK BRO HAHAHA) blah blah blah , this is literally crack because I genuinely cant fathom how bad i want to ride jakes dick STOP.

spelling & grammar mistakes to be expected,, i lazily wrote this blah blah

"oh fuck" you're quick to bite your lip and whimper at the raspy voice that quietly echos through your phone speaker as you thrust your fingers into your fluttering pussy, your other hand holding your phone up in your line of sight, making sure to watch the man on the screen as he pumps his cock one more time before the pretties pearly beads of cum shoot from his tip and onto his flexing abs and abdomen that heave up and down- signaling that he was out of breath.

As the pale man on the screen of your phone finishes, you finish right after with a particularly loud whimper, your thighs shaking around your dainty fingers. After a moment, you pull them out of your sopping cunt before relaxing your tired body onto the mattress below.

coming down from cloud nine, you heard a deep voice come through your speakers once more, quickly grabbing your attention as you sit up and look at your phone.

"mmm, thats all for tonight" you frown at his words before your fingers are moving fast against the keyboard.

it takes a moment, but you hear a laugh come from the man, his body shaking ever so slightly

"there she is" he says under his breath, making you blush deeply.

"no aftercare? i didn't sign up for this. go again!" he reads your comment, followed by another shoulder-shaking laugh and you cant help but feel pride swell in your chest.

"i know baby, but I have early morning plans with someone tomorrow" any ounce of happiness was quickly swept away from you at the words, jealousy pooling in the pit of your stomach.

you feel bad for the feeling of what appears to be.. possessiveness over J. You've been his top watcher and donator for his streams for around a year, and you've established a small bond with one another over private messages... but only slightly.

Because of this, you're the only one J acknowledges with a nickname, whether it be 'baby', 'love' or your (and secretly his) favorite, "doll".

every stream he does, he always finds himself looking for that familiar username of yours, smiling to himself once he sees you pop up into the viewers.

"yes, I'm hanging out with a girl... but its not like that" you refocus yourself, ears perking up at his words. J takes a moment to read more comments before speaking once more, his tone quiet and almost sad

"I mean kind of? i'm almost 100% she doesn't feel the same though" he speaks, referring to a comment asking if he likes this mystery woman.

"but it doesn't matter, I have you guys" you smile to yourself slightly, typing on your keyboard before chewing the skin of your bottom lip anxiously

J chuckles before responding to your comment

"yes baby, I especially have you, hmm?" you squeal into your palm and kick your feet slightly, butterflies gently flapping around in your stomach.

"but I have to go now, seriously. good night guys" you get a glimpse of his lips for a split second while he begins to lift the familiar mask he normally wears above his head before he cuts the live, and the room is suddenly quiet and cold once more.

you huff before getting up and prancing into the bathroom to wash your hands and changing into pajamas, getting yourself ready for bed as you yourself had plans tomorrow morning as well.

just as you're about to fall asleep, your phone chimes.

'i'll be by at 10:30 tomorrow, bring your charger this time moron' the message reads.

"go fuck yourself jake" you giggle before sending the message, watching as those sneaky three wiggling dots appear in the text chain. your phone dings again, and the message on the other end makes you gasp and almost throw your phone across the room.

"trust me, I already have. goodnight ;)"

you roll your eyes as your head hits the pillow, your heart sinking slightly at the realization that you were slowly finding yourself interested in two separate men.

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"Jake stop, I told you to be normal" you giggle from across the table, hiding your reddening face behind the screen of your phone. Jake huffs before rolling his eyes.

all ounce of seriousness leaves your body as he runs his free hand down his face, his palm covering his mouth as his eyes shift into something darker- something sinister and unfamiliar as he stares directly into yours.

your thumb presses the camera button, snapping a picture of the man directly in front of you , the boba in his other hand long forgotten in your mind - you had almost forgot that he had asked you to take a picture of him holding his boba.

"got it?" jakes voice snaps you out of the trance you had completely fell under unconsciously, making you rapidly blink before answering him

"yeah, here send the ones you like to yourself" the semi-fake smile gracing your lips, attempting to calm your ovaries before handing your phone over to him to take a look.

Jake gives a nod of approval before exiting the photos app and heading towards your messages in order to send them to himself, but before he could even switch apps , he notices a familiar app that you had forgotten to close the night before.

jakes eyes widen ever so slightly , making you just about leap over the table to snag your phone back - but jake was faster , using his longer arms to his advantage to dangle your phone over your head .

"wait i'm almost done" he smiles at you, making a groan fall from your lips.

"okay fine. but don't snoop. you might find something you dont wanna see" you fold your arms over your chest before glaring across the table at your best friend in suspicion.

Jake then secretly switches onto the safari and onto the website and much to his delightful surprise - his favorite little username flashes on the screen like a huge led sign absolutely blinding his face.

He snoops just a bit more, seeing the profile picture of your account he's come to memorize like the back of his own hand.

The subtle smirk on jakes face only grows as he pieces everything together

how you're his favorite little viewer who thirsts over him relentlessly in his comment sections on every stream and post he makes on his twitter account

how you've claimed many times how badly you wish you could sit on his lap

how you'd only need two minutes and a hair tie to "get the job done"

Jakes eyes meet yours from across the table, looking dead at you through his eyebrows as he tongues his cheek ever so slightly - his shit-eating smirk growing in size.

"what?" you just about fall out of your seat, eager to know what the fuck he was staring at you for. Jake shakes his head with a toothy smile as he responds

"nothing baby, absolutely nothing"

the familiarity of his voice makes you weak at the knees, but you cant seem to remember where the fuck you've heard it from.

"Jake.." you tilt your head in question before he looks back down at your phone.

within a couple seconds, Jake sends the pictures you took to himself before handing your phone back, the smirk unwavering on his face.

you glare at him once more before checking your phone to see if he did anything to it and to your surprise - he hadn't.

Jake sneakingly peels his phone out of his pocket and heads to twitter - switching accounts subtly.

Just as you're about to put your phone in your pocket, your favorite notification pops up on your screen- making you just about chuck your phone across the room.

you tap on it, and your phone brings you to J's most recent post.

Its two separate photos - one showing the outline of his cock through his boxers, his pale abs illuminated in the dim fluorescent lighting. the second photo is of his cock uncovered and fully hard - his tip angry pink as his veiny hand is wrapped around the base of his length, small beads of precum leaking from his slit.

The worst part? the caption.

i know baby

you attempt to control the instant pool in your panties, your thighs clamping down on one another as you like the post in order to save it for later before closing the app and setting your phone on the table, a shaky exhale falling from your lips.

"you alright?" jake asks from across the table, taking a sip of his drink.

"yeah, i'm fine just a little tired, lets get out of here. We can go back to my house if you want?" you smile at him as he accepts your offer, the gears in his head already spinning inorder to create a little web of a plan.

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spending the night at jakes house was a norm- especially if your room mate had one of her sneaky links over for the night.

the walls were thin, and you had early morning classes to get to.

"Jake, where do you keep your coffee" you attempt to yell over the sound of the shower, the need for caffeine bigger than your will to live in this moment. you open a cabinet, finding the familiar coffee box on the top shelf.

you curse under your breath with a huff before stand on your tip-toes, outstretching your arm in order to try and grab your drug, but another, longer arm beats you to it, and when you look down is when you realize the sound of the shower had stopped moments ago, another pale hand gripping the counter by your side - trapping you.

you turn your head, coming face to face with a pale, bare chest. small droplets of water drip from Jakes damp hair and down his chest and abs, his vline stopping abruptly (and rudely) before the rest of him is covered by a pair of grey sweats.

you drink in the sight of the man before trailing your eyes up to his face, dark eyes staring back.

Jake sets the box of coffee on the counter before pressing his palm into the wooden cupboard above your head, shifting his body a hair closer to yours, his dick gently brushing up against the plush of your ass.

"jake..?" you question in a hushed whimper as he pushes himself closer, leaning his head down to the shell of your ear.

your head tilts on instinct, eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

your heart thumps hard against your rips, it feels as if your stomach is about to fall out of your ass as he whispers, warm breath fanning against your skin.

"let me help you" you can basically feel the stupid smirk adoring his face as he speaks, making you lightheaded and needy.

you wanted him to pick you up and bend you over the counter, cover your mouth and pound into you relentlessly until you're screaming for him to stop.

you wanted him to sink to his knees and eat you out from behind as he fingers your sopping, needy cunt.

you wanted to ride that stupid smirk off his face, but just as quickly as he came, he peeled away from you with a warm chuckle.

"just thought you could use a hand" he walks backwards and out of the kitchen, and the grip you had on the counter was deadly as you attempt to ground yourself, the fluttering of your pussy not helping you.

"screw you." you throw a coffee capsule at him and raise a hand to your forehead, cooling yourself off.

Before jake made his way to his room, he speaks again

"your phone went off by the way" you lift your eyes to him just as he shoots you a deadly wink, and every ounce of restraint you had was hanging on by a thread as you stop over to your phone

without even checking the notification, only noticing it was from twitter - you open the app to find another picture J had posted.

This one instantly made you squeal under your breath.

it was one picture of him, a mirror picture.

it was taken in a steamy bathroom, he was leaning against a wall turned sideways one hand covering his face as he leaned his head backwards, the other was holding up the phone to take the picture

His dick was flush against his abdomen, sitting right below his bellybutton. his damp hair dripping down his body and a towel was lazily thrown over his shoulder.

fuck, you wanted to sit on it, bounce on it, do fucking tricks on it.

"im not fucking doing this" you like the post before commenting something dumb under it, and as soon as you did so, jakes phone dinged from across the room

but as per usual, you paid no mind.

you grumble and gather your school bag before grabbing one of jakes redbulls from the fridge.

"what are you doing?" jake merges from his room, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, eyes following you bounce around the living room.

"leaving. I'll be back later." you huff before heading out of the apartment and towards campus, deciding to buy a coffee instead of make one because if you were around jake for once second longer - you were afraid you would pounce on him.

Jake laughed to himself as the door slammed behind you before making his way to his phone and checking your comment

"I'm going to bounce on it and all of you fucks are gonna watch me"

jake groans before replying to your comment

"i'll be waiting baby, doors wide open"

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"When are you gonna be here?" your phone vibrates on your desk, your mind coming out of a too-realistic daydream. you check the message, finding yourself smiling a little too much at the sender.

"in around an hour, just finishing up this class and i'll be on the way" you text Jake, your eyes tired from staring at your notes all day long.

And if jake were to time this correctly, you were in for a big surprise.

Just as you turned down Jakes block, a good two minute walk away from his front door, a notification pops up on your screen as you scroll mindlessly through your instagram feed. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

J was live

And not on his normal time schedule either.

you tap the notification wearily, turning down your volume despite having headphones in.

The familiar background of dark room is illuminated in a dim lighting thanks to the gaming monitor screen he has lit, his led lights red- and right in the center of the screen was J

his dick completely hard against his lower abdomen, one of his hands wrapping around the base of his cock - pumping himself ever so slowly.

you fish the spare key that jake had given you months ago out of your bag , unlocking the door, and walking into the dim and chilly apartment.

"oh my god." you whisper under your breath as the quiet groans fill your ears - kicking the door closed with your foot before striding into the livingroom.

it suddenly hit you that the entire apartment was quiet and dark apart from jakes bedroom door being cracked ; red and white lighting shining through the gaps of his door.

"Jake.?" you call out to the seemingly empty apartment, goosebumps arising on your skin as a weird feeling sinks into the pit of your stomach.

silence is returned to your call, and the air around you begins to feel heavy.

"come here baby." the low command rings in your ear followed by more hushed groans, and you cant tell if it came through your phone, or if you genuinely heard it.

knowing in the pit of your stomach the right answer - but refusing to acknowledge such

your heart thumps rapidly in your chest, completely covering your slow steps towards jakes door, the puzzle pieces beginning to fold into one another as realization races towards you head on.

"jake.." you call out to him again before using your free hand to push his door open- and the sight makes you instantly freeze.

there he was, that familiar mask staring right back at you - palming his dick slowly and steadily.

you attempt to blink the lightheadedness away- but to no avail, hes still sitting there; legs spread and inviting as his stare burns holes through your body.

you look at him, then at your phone, and back up at him, trying to make sense of it all.

"hi baby" he tilts his head at you, his movements unwavering while he strokes himself. jakes voice is deep as he speaks,

"what.. ja-.. im..-"

”come here” his voice is commanding, but you refuse to advance his words, not knowing which part of your body to move first. jake grows impatient at your silence, so as his thumb moves to run over the slit of his cock, his other hand comes to pat his lap

giving you an ultimatum

"you gon' bounce on it.." his legs spread even further as fat drops of precum leak out of his tip, a low, strained groan leaving his throat

"..and make all of them watch?" he then tilts his head towards his monitor, a teasing edge to his voice as he hangs your earlier words over your head. the smirk prominent in his tone, making you feel all sorts of things spark up within the pits of your core.

you stand there in the doorway, staring at the man a mere few feet away from you, a mental war circulating around in your head

"come here baby, let me please you" his body swivels in his chair while his fingers moves up into the air, cohesively influencing you with a ‘come here’ motion. everything that was once screaming at you finally subsided as you shift further into the room - taking your coat off in the process.

you want to shrivel into nothingness as jake eyefucks you from across the room, your feet pattering on the floor as you make your way over to stand inbetween his spread legs.

"there she is" jake says as his cool fingers dip to ghost over the skin on the back of the thighs, gently caressing you.

his touch is like fire against you, leaving trails of third degree burns in their path as they move up to cup the mounds of your ass under your skirt.

"is this okay, doll?" you shakingly nod, exhaling slowly.

jake massages your ass for a minute before dipping two fingers past your cheeks and towards your fluttering hole from behind.

Jake hisses at the feeling of your damp panties, embarrassment beginning to flood through your veins and a whimper exits your throat involuntarily. jake looks up at you with hungry eyes, your pussy clenching around nothing.

without a word, jake grips your hips tightly before spinning you around and forcing you to sit on his lap, careful of his angry erection and making sure your face stays out of frame.

the man behind you then slides his hands up underneath your thighs once more, leaning his head down to whisper in your ear just loud enough for the viewers to hear - his deep voice sending shivers down your spine

"wanna show them that pretty little pussy baby? all wet and needy for me hmm?" his fingers run up and down your clothed slit under your thin skirt. you hum an answer, and thats just enough for jake to grip your thigh harshly and spread them apart- revealing the damp patch seeping through your pretty lacy panties.

"fuck.." jake mutters before reaching behind him and grabbing what appears to be a black blindfold. your stomach churns as he lifts it up over your head and your world plunges into darkness within a fraction of a second

“gotta make sure my girl stays mine… can’t let them see who you are hmm?” you nod your head, and every sense is suddenly heightened and you can hear the hum of the heater and the fan of his gaming monitor

wrapping his arms under your knees and lifting you up in the air- jake readjusts your legs to spread apart even further on his lap- legs dangling on either side of his thighs as your skirt hikes up to your hips.

the newfound position bares your clothed pussy completely to the camera, jakes cock resting on your inner thigh.

he keeps one hand on your thigh - making sure you stay spread as the other comes to trace up and down your wet slit before pulling your panties to the side

“I agree, she is very pretty” jake speaks before kissing the skin behind your ear, biting your ear lobe before his cool fingers dip between the wet folds of your pussy. you question when he had slid his mask up enough to do such a thing, but every thought flies out of your mind.

a gasp falls from your lips at the contact, your chest heaving up and down in an attempt to catch your breath, an unlimited amount of comments filtering through the screen unstopping.

"focus on me pretty girl" he says into your ear, his plastic mask bumping the side of your head.

jake focuses his fingers on your clit, drawing lazy shapes onto your bundle of nerves that has you twitching in his hold - moans and whimpers picking up volume

"j-ja- ah-" you gasp at the feeling of two fingers slipping into your cunt, stopping half way in as you jump in his lap.

"oh my god... please.." you whimper, making jakes ego swell and his dick pulse.

"yeah? what do you want angel?" your head falls onto jake’s shoulder, exhaustion clouding over your mind.

you shake your head and bring your bottom lip between your teeth, arms reaching up and behind you to grip onto jake’s biceps in order to ground yourself.

“more… want more please” you beg, making jake’s chest vibrate with a laugh

”m’ gonna need you to be more specific love, tell me what you want beautiful” your hips grind up into his palm, silently giving him your answer- but its not good enough

jakes patience is running out, quickly.

he slaps your clit, a squeal ripping from the back of your throat

”finger me” you say loud and demanding, a pout prominent on your lips

”want you to finger me please…” your voice lowers in embarrassment, scared that someone had heard you.

”good girl,” two of his fingers slip into your fluttering hole, and you instantly feel relief in your abdomen. your legs shake and you squirm around in jake’s lap as his fingers fuck into you slowly.

”how does it feel pretty girl?” you whine and wiggle your hips, silently begging for more

”feels good… more- want more please” you ask nicely, making the man behind you smile and kiss your temple

”since you asked so politely..”

maybe you shouldn’t have asked, because the pace jake settles on is ruthless and unwavering as his fingers move fast inside you- pumping your needy cunt like it was his own

your body pushes further into jake’s chest as your quiet whimpers from earlier turn into high-pitched moans, one hand coming up to grip a firm handful of jake’s hair.

jake moans at the contact, his free hand coming up to wrap around your throat in a tight grip, making your pussy clench around his quickly-paced fingers. adding more stimulation- jake uses his thumb to press up against your clit, drawing lazy, focused circles on the mound of nerves

his fingers curl inside you- making you yelp, your head coming to bury itself in jake’s neck

”oh? right there hm?” he questions, curling his fingers once more. a strangled sob leaves your mouth, so jake thrusts his fingers in again and again, hitting that same sweet spot deep within your walls

”im,, gonna cum,,, s’ too much please” sweat beads at your hairline, and your lips are bleeding slightly from biting down so hard.

Jakes ears perk up, his abandoned dick straining against your thigh.

”cum for me then doll, show them how much of a slut you are for me, yeah?” his words throw you over the edge, your pussy clamping down on jakes long fingers as he haunts his movements inside you

jake audibly gasps at the sight of you when he looks at the monitor screen - your mouth is agape and your spread unbelievably wide for him, your cum literally riveting out of your twitching cunt and you attempt to fold your legs in on yourself

you were a mess

and it was all for him.

you were driving him insane

Jake gives you little to no time to calm down before he’s man handling you to face him, making you whine in protest-

but as soon as he begins to lower you down onto his lap; dick prodding at your entrance- your whines of protest fall into moans of need

“m’ sorry baby, i know i know… just can’t hold back anymore… need to be inside you right fucking now” your legs fold on each side of jakes as he lowers you down onto him, his tip splitting you sweetly

”oh fuck… oh my god” you gasp at the new-found feeling

all of the men you’ve sleep’d with never compared to the man on the screen or your best friend ,, and now that you’re about to be split in half by both was more than a dream come true

”s’ big… hurts..” you speak into jakes ear, and he swears he hears his heart thump against his ribs

”i know sweetheart… i’ll make you feel so good i promise.. be a good girl for me and stay still ‘kay?” you nod your head, arms wrapping around jakes shoulders for stability- ass completely bared to the camera as jakes huge hands tightly grip your cheeks in order to lower you down

every inch stings, but relief pools in the pit of your stomach once you’re lowered completely down, his balls flush against your ass as your pussy flutters around his length

after a moment, you begin to squirm in anticipation- and jake instantly begins grinding his hips up into you- hands harshly gripping your ass in his hold to help you bounce up and down

”oh god… so fuckin’ tight… you’re gonna be the death of me” one of jakes hands moves to cup your cheek, fingers slipping under the blindfold as he lifts it up and over your head - throwing it across the room before cupping your cheek once more

you stare at his eyes through the mask, your lips parted ever so slightly as breathless moans drip from your tongue

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers before catching his lips on yours, one hand on your ass coming to snake around the small of your back- pressing your chests against one another as the one on your cheek cups the back of your head, holding you still

your hips keep moving, your body sliding up and down his dick as you ride him at a steady pace.

you curl into jakes warmth as your mouths move in sync with one another, hands coming to grip his hair roughly, becoming more and more needy as time go’s on

jakes fingers grip onto you tightly- holding you as if you were to slip through his hands at the slightest moment of falter

”thats my girl,,, ride it baby, lose yourself all over me... oh fuck"

your legs work faster on him- fucking yourself down onto jakes cock messily.

“fuck me jake.. make me yours” you throw your head back, but his grip never loosens, jakes mouth coming to latch onto your neck in order to suck deep, beautiful purple and pink marks into your skin

sounds of wet skin slapping sound from just under your hips, bouncing off the walls and filling the apartment perfectly in sync with your sinful moans as jakes mouth works wonders on your skin,, prepping wet, open mouthed kisses all over your neck mindlessly

"such a desperate,, filthy girl fucking yourself on me like that" one of his hands lands a harsh smack on your ass, making you yelp

your hips dont stop, jakes cock hitting that sweet spot deep within your velvety walls.

as a matter of fact, you frantically fuck onto him faster, your juices coming to leak down all over yours and jakes thighs that flow to pool on the chair just below you

"fuckin' whore all for me. absolutely disgusting" he chuckles before biting down harshly on your collarbone, and before you know it, youre creaming all over his dick with a scream, body stilling against his chest as you collapse

"i didn't say we were done" your eyes widen as his huge hands come down to roughly grab your hips, sliding you up and down on his dick as he thrusts up into your puffy, achey cunt.

"wait wait wa- can't... s' too much please" your attempts to squirm out of his hold are pathetic as your body fights against your words, hands wrapping around jakes neck to steady yourself against his quick pace.

"shut up,, im not finished with you yet." his words are so mean, but you cant help the way your pussy clams down on his length at them

your orgasm seeps down onto the chair, nasty squelching noises replacing the sound of your thighs meeting jakes.

"you're gonna take what I give you, so just sit there and look pretty, yeah?" his movements falter for a split second as he speaks, but resumes his assault inside your cunt soon after, your moans turning into hushed mewls as you begin to fade out of your body

"fuck, im so close,,," with one hand suddenly wrapping harshly in your hair, jake makes you look at him - eyes snapping open to meet his through the plastic barrier of his mask

"you gon' take my cum like the pretty little cock sleeve you are? make J proud?' he holds the anonymous name over your head , a smirk gracing his full lips.

all you can do is nod your head as your eyes water, overstimulation taking over your body as it shakes uncontrollably.

"take it baby... fucking take it" his dick twitches inside you and his balls tighten seconds before his cum shoots deep within your walls, making you his.

jake pushes you down onto his length, holding you still as your pussy milks him of everything he is. his head is thrown back, adams apple bobbing up and down as he moans louder than you, your own orgasm coming as the tip of his cock licks your cervix perfectly.

your juices squirt on his abdomen and thighs, your eyes fluttering closed as you collapse on him.

your body takes jake by surprise as he feels your fluids rush down his body to pool in his thigh and chair, looking down inbetween your sweaty bodies to see just how much of a mess the two of you had really made.

his cum was leaking out of your fucked out pussy, and your skirt was partially soaked.

his jaw tic's, and you gently open your eyes to get a look at his expression,,, and your face drains itself of color; he's absolutely lost.

a gasp leaves your mouth, one of his arms wrapping around you, the other coming to lean over you to cut the camera,,, ending the live stream.

"jake!"