you’re just doing your job. jake’s just trying not to moan when you touch his face. no big deal. (except he’s down bad. embarrassingly so. and you have no idea.) part 1
warning/tags: idol!jake x staff!reader, smut, unprotected sex, cumming inside, overstimulation, praise kink, oral (f receiving), blowjob.
w.c: 2k
— you noticed it slowly.
at first, you just thought jake was being polite. sweet. always early to hair and makeup. always still. always staring a bit too long when you pressed your fingers near his lips.
but lately? he kept showing up even when he wasn’t supposed to.
“i just like being here,” he’d say, smiling shy.
sometimes you caught him watching you through the mirror while you worked on someone else. sometimes he’d knock on the supply room door and say he was looking for water. and once, you could’ve sworn you heard him whisper your name under his breath when you passed by.
but you didn’t think much of it.
honestly, you weren’t used to being looked at like that.
so when jake lingered around your chair and stuttered every time you got close, you just assumed he was nervous. maybe shy around staff.
and maybe that’s why, when you finally caught him staring with his thighs pressed tightly together and his face flushed red, it took you a second to realize what you were seeing.
he was hard.
very clearly, very awkwardly hard while sitting in your makeup chair. you’d just been fixing the edge of his eyeliner.
he made a small sound in his throat when your eyes flicked down.
“i—i’m sorry,” he said quickly, panicking. “i didn’t—i mean, i wasn’t trying to—”
“jake?” you blinked, confused, taking a step back. your heart beat fast. was this a joke? was he okay?
“i swear i wasn’t thinking anything weird!” he added, voice pitching. “i just—you were touching me. and you smell nice. and i—i got carried away. i’m sorry, i—i’ll go, i just—”
he scrambled up.
you stared. your cheeks burned.
you didn’t know what to say. didn’t know what you were even thinking. you just knew your brain was short-circuiting and jake was looking at you like he was about to cry.
so you said the first thing that came to mind.
“lock the door.”
he blinked.
“what?”
“lock it.” your voice came out shakier than you meant.
he obeyed.
when you told him to sit back down, you were still figuring out what the hell you were doing.
his hands were trembling on his thighs. he didn’t look at you, even when you moved in front of him.
this was insane. you were his makeup artist. you were at work. and yet—
you stared at his flushed cheeks, his parted lips, the hard line of his cock still straining in his pants.
and something shifted.
“how long have you been thinking about me?”
his eyes finally met yours. wide, glassy. desperate.
“weeks,” he whispered.
“show me.”
he blinked. “w-what?”
“show me how badly you want me.”
you didn’t even know where this confidence was coming from. maybe it was the way jake looked at you like you were some kind of goddess.
maybe it was the heat pulsing between your legs at the thought of making him fall apart.
when you got on your knees in front of him, his breath hitched. “you don’t have to—”
“but you want me to, don’t you?” your voice was soft.
he nodded. fast. “y-yes. please.”
you unbuckled him slowly. your fingers brushed his skin and he trembled.
his cock was hard, flushed, leaking. it twitched when you blew gently over the tip.
you licked a slow stripe from the base up, just watching his head tip back with a whimper. then you took him in, inch by inch.
his thighs trembled beneath your palms.
“fuck—” he whispered, eyes fluttering. “you feel—so good, it’s—”
you sucked him slowly, letting your lips stretch around him. every small moan that spilled from his mouth made your core ache.
“don’t stop,” he whimpered. “please, please don’t stop.”
you deepened your rhythm. his hips jolted forward, then stilled, trying to be good for you. his hands gripped the seat beneath him, knuckles white.
when your eyes flicked up, his mouth dropped open at the sight of you—on your knees, eyes locked with his, lips wrapped around him.
he came suddenly, a soft cry ripped from his chest. you swallowed as much as you could, then pulled back, wiping your mouth.
“sensitive, huh?”
he blushed hard.
days later, he begged to taste you.
“please,” he said, flushed and needy, hands resting on your thighs like he was afraid to grab too hard. “let me make you feel good. i’ll do anything.”
how could you say no to that?
you slid your panties off and guided him to his knees.
his breath caught when you spread your thighs.
“so pretty,” he whispered. then his mouth was on you.
warm. messy. eager.
his tongue flicked and lapped, searching for every spot that made you gasp. his nose brushed your clit and you clenched around nothing.
“that’s it, baby,” you whispered, breathless. “just like that.”
he whimpered against you. you tugged his hair gently and felt his moan vibrate through you.
he held your thighs like they were the only things keeping him steady. and when you came on his tongue, arching and moaning his name, he only gripped you tighter.
“so good,” he whispered when you pulled him up and kissed him, his lips still shiny with you. “you taste so good.”
he tasted like you, like your slick and sweat and nerves, and he kissed back with a desperation that nearly made you dizzy.
you were still trembling from the way he’d eaten you out. not just with hunger, but with awe. like you were something he had dreamed of for months and finally had the privilege to worship.
“was that okay?” he whispered against your lips, breath warm and uneven.
you blinked, brain still struggling to catch up. you were flushed, panting, legs still weak, but every part of you buzzed. with power. with need. with the growing realization that jake sim had been obsessed with you. and that now, he was yours to ruin.
you pulled back slightly, cradling his jaw.
“we’re not done,” you said softly.
he looked at you like you’d just offered him the whole sky.
“please,” he whispered, already breathless. “anything. anything you want.”
you smiled small, still nervous. but when you grabbed his hand and led him to the full-length mirror across the dressing room, you didn’t let yourself hesitate.
“sit,” you told him, and he obeyed instantly.
the chair was low. you stood above him, chest rising and falling as you began to unbutton your blouse. slowly. letting each one slip open while you watched his reaction.
jake didn’t blink.
his lips parted, eyes drinking in every inch of exposed skin like it was a revelation. he reached out hesitantly, but stopped himself.
“you can touch,” you said, your voice low. “but only when i tell you to.”
he groaned softly at that.
when you peeled off the rest of your clothes, slowly, deliberately, leaving you in just your underwear, he looked like he might pass out.
“stand up,” you told him.
he did. his hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white. he was already hard again—so hard it looked painful straining against the fabric of his pants.
you stepped behind him, both of you now facing the mirror. your bare chest pressed against his back, your fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt from behind.
he gasped when your lips brushed his shoulder.
“you’ve been thinking about this,” you murmured. “haven’t you?”
“yes,” he breathed. “all the time.”
you undid his belt next, then slid your hands inside his waistband, slowly easing his pants and boxers down in one go. his cock sprang free—red at the tip, leaking, impossibly hard.
you made a soft noise of appreciation.
“god, jake,” you whispered. “you’re beautiful.”
he let out a shuddered breath, gripping the counter in front of him.
you bent to kiss his neck, trailing slow open-mouthed kisses up the side of his throat. he whimpered at the feeling, his hips jerking forward slightly.
“easy,” you whispered. “we’re just getting started.”
you moved to stand in front of him again, pushing gently on his shoulders.
“sit.”
he dropped into the chair, almost hypnotized.
then you climbed into his lap, knees spread on either side of his thighs, your bare heat hovering just above his cock.
“look in the mirror,” you told him, your voice lower now. confident. “watch what i do to you.”
jake whimpered and obeyed.
your fingers wrapped around his cock and guided it to your entrance. you were soaked, your arousal sticky on his skin. you took a shaky breath, then began to lower yourself.
inch by inch.
his eyes rolled back in the mirror.
“f-fuck—” he gasped, nails digging into the armrests. “you’re—shit, you’re tight—”
“is that a problem?” you teased, breathless, your voice trembling only slightly.
“n-no! it’s—fuck, it’s perfect. you’re perfect. you feel so good, i—” he cut himself off with a moan.
when you bottomed out, you stayed still for a second, overwhelmed by the fullness. his cock pulsed inside you, thick and hot and twitching.
jake was panting, sweat already forming at his temples. “please,” he whispered, “move. please—”
you did.
slowly at first, testing your rhythm. grinding your hips in slow circles, letting your clit drag across his pelvis. every shift made him twitch inside you, made your stomach twist with heat.
“look how pretty you are like this,” you whispered in his ear, eyes flicking to the mirror.
he obeyed, eyes glassy as he watched you ride him.
“being so good for me, jake.”
he gasped—moaned, actually—at the praise.
“do you like that?” you asked softly, fingers tracing his chest.
“yes—yes, fuck—please keep talking—please tell me i’m good—”
you clenched around him hard.
he nearly choked.
“fuck, baby,” you murmured, pace picking up. “you are good. so good. taking me so well. just sitting there and letting me use you.”
his hips jerked. his head fell back.
“you gonna come again?” you whispered. “just from being inside me?”
he whimpered, nodding, barely coherent. “can’t hold it—gonna come, please—”
“do it.”
his whole body trembled.
you felt it when he came, thick spurts inside you, his breath caught in his throat, hands gripping the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles went white. he came hard. too hard.
but you didn’t stop.
not yet.
“w-wait—too much—” he gasped, squirming.
you grabbed his chin, making him look at you in the mirror again.
“you can take it,” you whispered darkly. “you wanted me so bad for so long. you can give me one more.”
you started bouncing again, slow, deliberate. your hands braced on his shoulders, his wrecked cock twitching helplessly inside your overstimulated heat.
“please—fuck, i’ll try, i’ll try—” he babbled.
“you’ll do more than try,” you said, dragging your clit across his pelvis until your eyes fluttered shut. “you’ll be good. like you always are.”
he whined. actually whined. his hands flew to your waist like he couldn’t not touch you.
“that’s it,” you gasped. “hold me—fuck, just like that—”
your orgasm hit hard.
a full-body shake. your back arched, your mouth fell open. you gasped his name, riding out the wave as he whimpered beneath you, cock twitching again like he could barely take it.
you collapsed against his chest, sweat-slick and gasping.
his second orgasm reached him too. his hands gripping you tight, almost crying from pleasure.
for a long moment, neither of you moved.
his arms slowly wrapped around you. tentative. gentle. like he wasn’t sure he was allowed.
“was that okay?” he asked again, voice hoarse, lips brushing your temple.
you laughed—soft and breathless.
“jake,” you said, kissing him slow, “you just let me fuck you in a dressing room mirror until we both almost passed out.”
“…so… that’s a yes?”
you smiled against his mouth.
“absolutely.”