#sub!jake

[kinkyhoon]

heyyy I think your writing style is really engaging and fun to read! do you think you can write about a sub Jake who’s tutoring reader and can’t stop looking at her tits, so she offers to let him play with her tits and suck it as bonus payment for the tutoring? (Later she ends up riding him but mostly the tits stuff hehe)

You got me saying some wild shit out there I had to double take what I was writing (+ I was wasted) 💀 but hey we love a certified freak!!!! 🙇‍♀️ (If there’s some funky mistakes in it…well…sorry in advance mate)

Pairings: sub!Jake x fem!reader

Genre: oneshot, smut MDNI

Warnings: unprotected!sex (don’t risk it), pulled out, breast!fetishism, cowgirl, self!masturbation, swearing, Jake is a bit of a freak 👀

WC: 2.3k

You open the door to your apartment, leaning against the frame with a casual sigh. "Hey, you must be Jake. Come on in." You gesture vaguely with your thumb over your shoulder.

He follows you down the short hallway and into your bedroom, which you've hastily cleared of wandering clothes, leaving just your desk, bed, and a small mountain of math textbooks.

He drops his backpack onto the floor with a soft thud and runs a hand through his messy brown hair. "So," he starts, a small smile playing on his lips. "This is probably weird, but... do you remember me at all?"

You stop rifling through your textbook and look up, genuinely confused. "Uh, should I?"

Jake's smile widens. "Our moms are friends. We used to play in your sandbox when we were, like, five. You always made me push you on the swing."

The memory clicks into place, and your eyes widen slightly. "Wait... Jake? The little kid who ate a worm on a dare?" You look at him properly now, really seeing him.

The awkward kid with scraped knees is gone. In his place is a guy with a confident stance, broad shoulders that fill out his hoodie, and kind eyes that crinkle when he smiles. He definitely changed in a good way.

"That was me," he laughs, a warm, easy sound. "Glad to know I made an impression on you. But yeah, I’m happy you remembered me."

You feel a blush creep up your neck and quickly push a textbook toward him. "Right. Math. Let's focus on that."

For the next hour, you're surprised. Jake isn't just smart; he's a genuinely good tutor. He has a way of breaking down the complex calculus problems into simple, logical steps that actually make sense. When you get stuck, he doesn't just give you the answer. He asks you questions, guiding you to the solution yourself. His patience is endless, and his quiet encouragement makes you feel more at ease.

As the session continued, you became increasingly aware of Jake's wandering eyes. While he explained with impressive clarity, his gaze kept drifting downward every few seconds. You pretended not to notice at first, but it became too obvious to ignore. The way he'd quickly look back at the textbook when you caught him, the slight flush on his cheeks, his nervousness was palpable despite his attempts to appear casual. Leaning on the chair, running his hand through his hair with fake relaxation.

When you reached across the desk for a different textbook, your tits brushed against his arm. Jake practically jumped, his face turning beet red as he stammered an apology and shifted his chair away slightly. You had to suppress a smile at his reaction. It was kind of endearing, actually.

Finally, after working through several more problems, you close your textbook with a determined thud. "I think that's enough for today. Thanks, Jake…you're a lifesaver."

"Anytime," he says, already starting to pack up his things. "Next week, same time?"

You nod, pulling out your wallet and counting out the cash you own him. As you hand it to him, you catch his wrist before he can retreat.

"Jake," you say, your voice low and teasing. "There's something I've been wondering."

He freezes, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "What?"

"You've been staring at my tits the entire time you've been here," you say bluntly, watching as his face turn an even deeper shade of red. "I'm just curious…do you have something to say about that?"

Jake swallows hard, his eyes darting everywhere but at yours. "I... uh... sorry about that. It's just..." He trails off, then finally meets your gaze. "Okay, yeah. I have a thing for your tits. There, I said it."

You laugh, enjoying how flustered he is. "Well, if you wanted to play with them, you could have just said so."

Jake's eyes widens at your directness. "Really?"

"Really," you confirm, stepping closer and lowering your voice. "You’re too cute not to act up on it."

You turn back to the desk, sitting on the edge of the chair with your legs swinging slightly, and pull your top over your head. You toss it carelessly onto the floor, leaving you in just your bra. Jake freezes, his eyes immediately locking onto your chest as he turns around. The air in the room seems to thicken, charged with an electricity.

"Are you going to just stare?" you ask, your voice dropping an octave as you climb off the chair and move toward him. You push him on the edge of the bed and straddle his lap, the movement deliberate and confident. "Stop being shy, Jake."

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he looks up at you. The shy, flustered attitude is mixed now with a raw, hungry desire that makes your stomach flip.

"I... I didn't know," he stammers, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air for a second before he realizes what he's doing. "I noticed them as soon as I got here. I tried not to look, but..."

You grin, leaning down so your face is inches from his. "You're terrible at hiding it. You know that?"

Jake doesn't answer with words. He seems to have lost the ability to form coherent sentences entirely. Instead, he buries his face in your chest, inhaling deeply through his nose. You feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. He’s completely gone, his hands moving up your back to unhook your bra, his fingers precise and surprisingly skilled.

As soon as the clasp releases, he cups your breasts in his large hands. You gasp, your back arching instinctively as his big, veiny hands knead and massage them. The contrast between his rough skin and your softness is intoxicating, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Jake is completely mesmerized, his eyes glazed over with desire as he plays with them, his thumbs teasing your nipples until they harden under his touch.

You look down at him, seeing him, his eyes glued on your breast like a kid playing with a new toy. He looks up at you with such adoration in his eyes, it makes your heart race. He's so hypnotised that he can barely speak, his lips parted as he stammers out a string of incoherent pleas and praises.

"You're... you're so fucking amazing," he breathes, his voice rough and husky. "I've been thinking about your tits since I’ve got in."

You lean back slightly, the friction against your sensitive skin making you shiver, and you watch the way his eyes are glued to your chest like he’s starving. "You like that, baby?" you tease, your voice dripping with a sweetness that surprises even you. "You’re so cute, you know that?"

Jake’s head snaps up, his eyes wide and wild. He grips your waist tighter, his fingernails digging into your skin, and a needy growl rumbles in his throat. "Yeah," he admits, his voice rough and bold. "Since I'm your baby... shouldn't you breastfeed me?"

Your breath hitches in your throat. The raw, unhinged desperation in his request catches you off guard, but instead of making you pull away, it sends a jolt of electricity straight between your legs. You’ve never been with a guy who was this openly depraved, this willing to let his inner freak show. It turns you on more than you thought possible.

"Breastfeed?" you echo, a smirk playing on your lips. "You really want that, Jake?"

He doesn't answer with words; he just nods vigorously, his mouth hanging open slightly. "Please," he breathes. "I need it."

You decide to indulge him. Jake’s pupils dilate, a low moan escaping his lips as he takes in the sight.

You lean closer, bringing one of your breasts closer to his face. "Come on then, baby. Show me how hungry you are."

Jake doesn't hesitate. He dives in like a starving man, his mouth covering your nipple and sucking hard. He’s not gentle; he’s rough and aggressive, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud with a frantic intensity that has you arching your back. He uses his hands to knead your breasts, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"You taste so good," he groans, his mouth moving from one breast to the other. "I could eat you alive. Your skin is so soft, so perfect."

He’s flopping his tongue around, swirling it over your nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Every time he flicks his tongue, you gasp, your hips bucking against his. He’s saying the filthiest things, teasing you, making you feel like a queen in his depraved little world.

You reach down and run your hands through his messy brown hair, urging him on. "That's it, Jake. Keep going. Don't stop."

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. He opens his mouth wide and takes as much of your breast as he can fit, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. He’s biting down gently but firmly on your nipple, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through you. He leaves a trail of marks, tiny hickeys and bruises, all over your breasts, biting down harder, marking his territory.

"Fuck," he breathes, his voice hoarse and raspy. "I’m so into it."

You look down at him, seeing him completely enslaved to his desires, his eyes glazed over with pure need. You feel a warmth spreading through your body, his submission to you making you feel powerful and in control. You’ve never felt more alive than in this moment, breastfeeding him, turning him on.

Your hand dive down between your legs. Your fingers are slick with your own arousal, and you begin to stroke yourself slowly, watching Jake worship your breasts. He’s still latched on, his mouth moving over your skin with an almost desperate hunger.

You reach down and grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up gently but firmly. He lets out a small moan, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before he looks at you with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Be good," you say, your voice commanding. You bring your hand up, showing him your two fingers, which are coated in your juices. You press them against his lips. "Open up."

Jake’s eyes widen, and he obeys instantly, parting his lips to take your fingers into his mouth. He sucks on them greedily, his tongue swirling around them, cleaning off every drop of your taste. He looks up at you with his big, brown eyes, looking like a cute puppy waiting for a treat. You can feel your own arousal spike at the sight of him submitting to you like this. It turns you on more than you want to admits.

After a moment, you pull your fingers away, and Jake’s mouth follows, chasing the taste. "Good boy," you coo, a playful smirk playing on your lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."

You shift your position, feeling his cock straining against his pants, desperate for release. You reach down and undo his belt, your fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. "So," you say, teasing him, "you want me to ride you? You want to be inside me?"

Jake nods frantically, his hands gripping your hips. "Please," he begs, his voice cracking. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you."

You grin, a wicked glint in your eye. "Begging already? You're such a needy little thing."

You line him up, positioning his cock at your entrance. You sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The sensation of being filled is incredible.

Jake lets out a guttural moan, he buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily. "You're so tight," he groans into your skin. "Wait, wait," he stammers, his voice trembling. "I'm a virgin."

You freeze for a second, surprised, but the realization only makes you clench tighter. You start to move again, taking him all the way in. "A virgin?" you repeat, your voice dripping with amusement. "That makes this even better."

You begin to ride him, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Jake is a whining mess beneath you, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "Yes, yes, yes!" he cries out, his eyes rolling back. "It feels so good. It feels so fucking good."

You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and watch him lose control. His face is flushed, his eyes glazed over with lust, and he's completely at your mercy. He's so overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside you that he can't speak coherently.

He just moans and gasps. "I'm going to come," he warns, his voice breaking.

You pull out just in time, and he jerks himself off, spurting ropes of hot seed all over your chest and stomach. He comes with a shout, his body convulsing as he reaches his climax. The sight of him spilling himself all over your skin is incredibly erotic.

You lie back on the bed, panting, and look down at your chest. Your skin is covered in his cum, glistening in the light. Jake looks at you, his eyes still wide and filled with adoration. He doesn't wait for you to tell him to. He leans down and begins to lick your chest clean, his tongue swirling around your nipples, cleaning off every drop of his release. He's so gentle and sweet, even after the intensity of his orgasm.

He kisses you softly on the lips, tasting himself on your breath. "Your baby wants more feeding," he whispers, his voice filled with endless need.

[lassiie]

Power Play pt.2 sub!boss!Jake x co-worker!dom reader (ft.jay)

CONTENT ↠ nsfw! long fiction with smut!, sub Jake, dom reader, needy sub attitude, power play, sexual tension, worship/mommy kink, toys, edging, cum denial, servitude kink, head recieving, overstimulation, premature climax, degradation play, rope, fluff and romance (what should i say i'm a romantic...),yapper Jake is my shit, feat Jay my love !! WC ↠ 11k~

Part 2 of Power Play is here!! (Part.1 here )

It’s been two months since Jake Sim — golden manager, corporate darling, quiet wet dream of half the women in the building — officially became yours. Not yours in the polite, romantic, LinkedIn-appropriate way. No. Yours in the real, stripped-down under-the-table kind of way. Yours like : “get on your knees and don’t speak unless I let you.” Yours like: “you’ll cum when I say so — not a second before.” And he’d thanked you for it. Every fucking time. His eyes glossy, mouth open, gratitude pouring off him like sweat.

You’re dom and sub now. Officially! And the active kind, not the online-inspo-board, “I call him sir on weekends” kind. You’d made it clear from day one that if you were going to do this, it would be structured, with intention. You’re a professional after all. PowerPoint-level organization, calendar reminders, one session per week— minimum—On Friday night. Penciled between boardroom battles and email chains that could kill a man.

But somewhere along the way, it stopped being just about rules. Because Jake... Yeah, Jake freaking Sim was not just a perfect boss. And not just a needy sub begging to be ruined. He also was—and god help you— one of the cutest men alive.

You noticed it one Sunday, when he spent twenty quiet minutes fidgeting with your nails, a dumb smile on his face, while you both watched a documentary on Roman history. Then again the next week, when he curled up against you with a book in one hand and the other idly tugging at your hoodie string like a cat in a sunbeam. And don’t even get started on the nipple thing. It was endearing until it wasn’t—until one night he got so carried away stroking and pinching slowly harder and harder, that your tits actually hurt the next morning, and you had to ban him from even looking at them without explicit clearance. He apologized with a handwritten note and home somthings that looked like breakfast. You accepted.

So yes, it’s… domestic. Comfortable. The line between scenes and real life began to blur in the softest ways. Now, it’s a habit—to eat together after a particularly brutal night. To shower together and split the loofah like sinners trying to cleanse their sins. You don’t cuddle. Not officially. But he sleeps better with his head on your lap or your belly and your fingers carding through his hair... So you let him.

And at work? Nothing’s changed.

Jake is still the picture of leadership — polished, poised, too damn polite for his own good. And you? You’re still you. Frost-edged, perfectly put together, politely untouchable. But now, he belongs to you. Which makes things easier. Especially on days like today.

Days like this.

flushed like he’s about to combust, back to the wall, eyes wide. You’d texted him mid-meeting, one line, no emoji.

You’ve got four minutes, meet me in the west wing bathroom... Women’s

And he obeyed. Because he always obeys. He slipped in like a shadow, breath already shaky, pupils blown wide with anticipation.

You follow heels sharp on the tile, sliding the lock with a metallic click that might as well have sealed his fate. You don’t speak. Just turn around and corner him, pressing close — so close your chest brushes his tie, your perfume curling around his brain like a noose.

“Pants,” you murmur, voice soft but razor-sharp.

He obeys. Too fast. Belt unbuckled, zipper down, trousers around his knees. You catch a glimpse of the tip — flushed, already leaking. Boxers thin and helpless, no barrier at all.

And then you lean in.

Your hand slides between you — slow, casual — until your palm cups him through the fabric. And god, he whimpers.

Your fingers flex around his cock, pressing, not stroking — just reminding him who owns it. Who decides what he gets, and when. He jerks in your hand like it’s the first time anyone’s ever touched him.

You lean closer, lips against the shell of his ear, and smile.

“You think I brought you in here to suck you off like you were good?”

He twitches. “I—I thought—”

“Oh, baby,” you purr. “You’re so far from good.”

From your bag, you pull out a device — a sleek little ring of black silicone and a small chrome design, smooth and sexy. Jake recognizes it immediately. His breath stutters. He looks like he might cry from hope.

“Boxers off.”

They hit the floor instantly.

You kneel, slide the ring over his cock and balls in one practiced motion. And he gasps high and wrecked, nearly collapsing against the stall door. Then you reach into your bag again and lift your phone — screen glowing, the app already open.

His eyes blow wide.

“You’ll wear it through the rest of the day,” you say, tapping the setting labeled 'steady pulse', watching him twitch in real time as the gentle hum starts low. “Meeting starts in ten. If you can hold it together...”

You glance up from beneath your lashes, smile wickedly.

“Dinner’s on me.”

He blinks, almost breathless. Gasping at your finger working the app.

“And tonight,” you whisper, licking your lips just to fuck with him, “you can ask for anything.”

He nods too fast, “Anything?”

You smile.

“Anything your little broken brain can think of, mr. Sim.”

You kiss the tip of his cock, just once to tease him. Enough to make him moan through his gritted teeth.

“Then pull it together,” you whisper, stepping back. “And fix your pants. You’re late.”

Then you leave him there, red-faced and straining, cock caged, soul on fire.

And at 4:05 sharp, Jake Sim enters the conference room with his tie too tight, his glasses perfectly straight, and his eyes locked on the PowerPoint like it’s the only thing keeping him from whimpering.

And you? You take your seat across from him. And just before the first slide clicks onto the screen, you reach for your phone.

Tap.

And watch him flinch. Like he lives for it.

Jake lasts.

Somehow.

Through the entire finance review, even when you tap the “pulse” setting mid-sentence while asking for clarification on Q3 projections — his voice hitching slightly, just enough for only you to notice.

He even makes it through the all-hands. Barely. Sweat beading at his temple, legs clenched tight, knuckles white where he grips his own wrist under the desk like he’s seconds from buckling. You watch him like a hawk, occasionally flicking your phone open just to see that tiny icon still glowing in the corner of the screen. Active. Synced. Steady.

At one point, you accidentally hit the "randomized wave" setting while stirring your coffee. His pen snaps. Just cracks in half, ink bleeding onto his neat notes, a quiet fuck under his breath that no one but you hears.

By the end of the day, he’s twitchy. Soft-eyed. Glazed.

The moment 6:04 hits, your phone buzzes.

🕛 Mr.Sim Jake (Work): I’ll wait in my office Please

No “Miss.” No punctuation. Just that one word, begging inside its own silence. Please.

You don’t respond. Just close your laptop, smooth your blouse, reapply your lipstick like you’re heading into a negotiation — because in a way, you are. He thinks this is his reward. That he’s about to be used, broken, maybe allowed release if he grovels right.

But you’re not done yet.

You step into his office without knocking, and what greets you nearly makes you laugh.

Jake Sim — polished, professional, always composed — is on the fucking floor.

On. The. Floor.

Suit jacket gone, tie loose and twisted, hair disheveled, pants unbuckled, boxer-briefs pulled taut around his thighs, cock flushed violently red and still caged in that perfect black ring. He’s clutching the carpet like it’ll ground him, gasping, hips twitching like he’s on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

And the second he sees you?

He looks wrecked. Worshipful. Pathetic.

You shut the door behind you and tilt your head like a curious cat.

“You couldn’t even wait on your feet?”

“I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— I just— I can’t—”

You wave a hand. Dismissive. “No time for that, baby. I still have work.”

He blinks, like you slapped him with math.

You walk past him — slow, commanding, letting your heels click like a countdown to chaos — and sink onto the couch near the side wall, crossing your legs as if you’re just here to decompress.

From your bag, you pull a slim folder of papers.

“Come here,” you say, tapping the floor in front of the coffee table. “You’re still my superior, aren’t you? Gotta review these before I file.”

Jake crawls.

He actually crawls.

And kneels beside the low table, hands resting obediently on his thighs, lips parted as if he might start panting again. His cock twitches visibly in its ring — red, aching, wet at the tip. You ignore it.

Open the folder.

“You’re going to validate each paragraph for me, Mr. Sim. Verbally.”

He nods quickly.

You start reading aloud. Slowly. Bored, almost.

“Based on the Q2 metrics, we project a 12.4% increase in productivity following the onboarding of—”

“Yes,” he breathes.

One paragraph down.

You scroll your thumb across your phone. Vibrations hum through him.

Next one.

“The reduction in turnaround time aligns with adjusted expectations from last quarter—”

“Yes—” he gasps. A little too breathy.

And then you flick to a new setting. One you’ve been saving.

You hit “Voice Sync Mode.”

Jake twitches violently.

“Oh, right,” you say casually, tapping again. “Almost forgot. New feature. Vibrates based on… voice modulation. Funny, huh?”

You lower your tone, let it dip low and rich.

Jake bucks. Just slightly. Eyes wide, mouth open.

“Say yes for this one.”

“Yes,” he moans.

It triggers again. His hips stutter.

You keep reading. Keep your voice smooth, varied, slightly sing-song in parts just to fuck with him. Every line, every syllable — translated into chaos below the belt.

And he starts losing it.

“Yes,” he pants after every paragraph. Louder. Shakier. More breath than voice now. His hands twitch off his thighs, one dragging toward his cock before he jerks it back with a choked sob like he knows the rules.

By paragraph five, his voice cracks. By seven, he’s humping the air — subtle at first, then not. His head drops to your thigh like it’s the only safe place left on Earth, and he starts rubbing his cheek there. Like a cat in heat. Like a man desperate for grounding in a world that’s unraveling by the second.

You keep reading.

“Final page. If you can make it through—”

But he can’t.

He shudders.

One strangled, broken cry leaves his throat, and you feel the warmth of it — the twitch, the helpless thrust — and then he’s gone. Cumming in his briefs, thick and shameful, whimpering into your thigh, his whole body trembling like a fault line.

You don’t say anything.

Just gently stroke his hair.

Let him breathe.

Let him twitch and shake and sigh into the afterglow like a man who just gave up every ounce of pride he had left and didn’t even want it back.

And when the silence settles, heavy and warm, you finally speak — voice soft, back to that dangerous kind of care that feels more intimate than any orgasm ever could.

“You tried your best,” you murmur, brushing his hair off his forehead. He nods against your leg, ruined.

“Good boy.” Another whimper.

You glance at the clock. Pick up your folder.

“I’m heading home,” you say lightly, gathering your things. “Sleep. Hydrate. Lock the door if you’re gonna clean up here.”

And then you left him there kneeling, soaked, still wearing your ring, like the good little office pet he is.

You couldn’t play on Saturday.

Not because you were too busy, or tired, or felt the shift in the weather deep in your bones — though the forecast did have the nerve to threaten rain just as you left the office. No. You couldn’t play because Saturday, in some inconvenient act of cosmic irony, was your birthday.

A day you kept quiet. Deliberately. Not out of shame, or fear of getting older — god, no. You wore your age like you wore everything else: sharp, polished, with just enough bite to make people hesitate before asking anything too personal. You didn’t need celebration. You had plans to do absolutely nothing. Maybe a glass of wine. Maybe an orgasm. Maybe both at once. Alone.

But Jake, your painfully attentive, painfully eager, painfully good boy Jake… caught on.

You didn’t tell him.

He just knew.

And on Sunday, he asked if you’d still be willing to play. But — and this was where it got suspicious — he asked if you’d have dinner with him first. “Before the session,” he said, too casually. “Just us. I’ll text you the address.”

You agreed. Not thinking much of it.

Until you got there.

Until your heels clicked down the pristine marble hallway of a hotel that had no business being that opulent on a Sunday evening, and the concierge greeted you by name.

Until the elevator opened onto a private suite, and the door — already slightly ajar — creaked open with a whisper.

And there it was.

The dining table, perfectly set beneath dimmed golden lights, with soft music curling through the room like warmth in smoke. Low candles. A bouquet of white orchids. A bottle of red you’d once mentioned liking, twice, months ago. And at the center of the table — a cake. Small. Elegant. Iced in cream. With a single candle.

Jake stood by the far wall, hands behind his back, nervous in a way that didn’t suit him — cheeks pink, eyes flicking toward you like he’d been rehearsing this and still thought he’d fuck it up.

And then.

He sang.

Voice soft, slightly off-key, barely above a whisper — like it wasn’t meant to echo off the chandelier or the crystal glasses. Just for you. Just between the two of you.

Happy birthday to you.

You blinked once. Then again. A breath caught somewhere near your collarbone.

He smiled when he finished. And when you didn’t respond right away, he stepped forward, one hand awkwardly lifting the cake toward you like a shy waiter on his first day.

“It’s got that cream you like,” he said quietly. “Not too sweet. Just—like you.”

And you laughed. You had to. Because this man, this man who moans at your feet with your heel on his throat, just called you not too sweet like that was a compliment.

The dinner was incredible, of course. Not because of the food — though it was excellent — but because of him. Because Jake was attentive in a different way tonight. Still soft. Still sweet. But a little... lighter. He let himself be funny. Made you laugh twice so hard you had to cover your face. His hands trembled when he refilled your glass.

And when dessert came — after the cake, after a gentle toast, after your walls had lowered inch by inch without you realizing — he handed you a gift box.

Long. Sleek. Heavy.

You opened it, and froze.

Thin, stiletto-pointed, patent black high heels.

The expensive kind.

The fucked-up expensive kind.

The kind you’d once pointed at in a store window, laughed, and said, “The only way I’d justify those is if I was allowed to use them to stomp on someone. Otherwise, that price tag is a war crime.”

Jake hadn’t forgotten.

“I remembered,” he said, eyes wide and proud and so goddamn hopeful. “I know it’s kind of dramatic, but you—you said it. And I thought maybe…”

You raised a brow.

“You bought me shoes so I’d step on you?”

He flushed. “N-not just that. I mean—yes. But also… I thought you’d look good in them.”

You stared at him. At the shoes. At the man sitting across from you in a tailored shirt and a slightly shaky smile like he just handed you his throat in a velvet box.

And then you laughed. Low. Delighted.

“Oh, Jake,” you sighed, sliding one heel out of its bed of tissue paper. “You’re so easy.”

His breath hitched.

“You want me to try them on?”

He nodded. Fast. Almost trembling.

So you did. Slowly. Letting the heel dangle on your finger like a weapon before lifting your leg, extending it toward him under the table.

He didn’t even have to be asked. He slid to his knees beside your chair and took your foot in both hands — reverent. Careful. Slipping the shoe on like a prince in a fucked-up fairytale, except he was the one being ruined.

The heel clicked against the floor when you set it down.

He shuddered.

“Do the other,” you murmured, tone already turning silkier, darker.

He obeyed. You leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, watching him fumble slightly with the strap, his breath shallow, fingers lingering just a little too long at your ankle.

You reached down — ran your fingers through his hair, soft and slow — and he melted into the touch like you’d blessed him.

“You’re so predictable,” you whispered, dragging a nail against his scalp. “You see me in new shoes and your first thought is: God, I hope she steps on my cock with them.”

He whined. Whined.

“You’re disgusting,” you added, voice lowering to that tone that made him squirm. “And I’m going to ruin you for thinking you deserved them.”

His eyes fluttered shut and his lips streached in a soft smile. But your fingers didn’t stop stroking. Didn’t stop soothing.

They moved gently through Jake’s hair — soft little passes, nails grazing his scalp. And he leaned into it without thinking, without pride. Just instinct. Like his head was meant to be there, pressed against your thigh, like your hand had become some sacred thing in his world—the thing that settled him, grounded him, reminded him he was owned.

You watched him breathe.

Watched the rise and fall of his shoulders, the trembling hush in his chest — like he couldn’t tell if this was aftercare or the beginning of something worse. And quietly, without words, something warm started to bloom beneath your ribs.

It wasn't just the usual heat and lust. Not the thrill of control you usually fed off of. No, this was quieter, closer to peace. And it wasn't the first time the past two month...

Like, somehow, this— the candlelight, the new shoes, his mouth against your thigh— was exactly where you were supposed to be.

You almost thought it aloud... But no... Nevermind...

Instead, you hummed softly and let your other hand trail down to his cheek, tilting his chin up so he is forced to look at you. He did. Of course he did. Eyes wide and glassy, like something holy had cracked open inside him and spilled out right onto the hotel carpet.

“Remember what I said on Friday?” you murmured. “About rewards?”

Jake blinked, dazed. “Y-yes." His lips parted.

“I said if you were good, you could ask for anything.”

He nodded quickly, eager, already breathing faster.

“And tonight?” You smiled. “You were very, very, very good. Jake.”

Jake’s breath caught, fuck he loves it when you drop the mr. Sim act.

His hands— those shaky, fidgeting, obedient sexy hands— lifted toward his own lap, smoothing his pants like he was trying to behave, trying to stay calm, but already failed. His gaze dropped. He tried to keep eye contact, you know, tried to stay confident. But the moment you gave him permission— real permission— to speak his wants out loud?

He cracked.

“I… um… if I’ve really been good,” he whispered, voice a little pitched, “C-can I…” He hesitated. Swallowed, his eyes on your thighs adjusting himself like it prevented you from seing his hard on.

“Can I eat you out again? it's been ages... I want to make you cum, like before. But like, now. On the floor. Or the couch. Or the bed. Wherever. Please—I'll be good, I promise.”

You raised an eyebrow, and smile streached.

“Is that your first wish?” He nodded hesitant. But then his mouth opened again.

Of course...

“And maybe—maybe I could wear the collar? While I do it? Like... Just the collar and nothing else... Like your—your birthday toy.” Y-you can even put me on a leash if you want— please, I’ll be good, I won’t hump your leg unless you let me—”

You bit your bottom lip, just to keep from smiling even more. Man, his brain had slipped its leash the second you gave him permission. It made you wet straightaway.

“And can I… can I touch myself? Not cum, just—just stroke while I do it. Just feel how hard I get from tasting you. And when I finish, you don’t even have to let me cum, you could just—just spit in my mouth and call me your good little fuckhole—”

You didn’t answer. Just kept petting his hair. But he can read you better than you do to him. You don't realise how turned on your face is. Even your grip on his fluffy hair got harder. Fuck, Jake loves you.

Yeah... I love you. Jake bit his lip.

“Or—or you could make me jerk off onto the floor while you watch, and make me beg to make love with you. Like I’m disgusting. Like I don’t even deserve your attention unless I earn it—Or maybe… if I’m really good—”

He stop.

You press your fingers to his lips and he trailed off, eyes fluttered. slidding your finger inbetween his shy plump lips. It was like even saying it was too much. Like he didn't already write the whole fiction of tonight in his head.

“Tell me, Jake.”

He looked down again, cheeks flushed, voice almost too small to hear.

“Can I... Call you Mommy tonight?”

Silence. Tense. Heavy. Drenched in anticipation.

"I know it's not really your thing..." he blabered, "But I was wondering—if maybe... We could try tonight.

Then—

You leaned in, brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, and smiled.

“Oh, my cute puppy,” you purred, letting the word drag like honey down your throat. “You’re going to get everything you asked for.”

He whimpered. Like the word alone undid him. His breath came hot and shaky against your palm. His eyes looked up at you, fully gone — feral, hungry, a little stupid with need. Like he wanted to crawl inside your skin and beg for permission to exist there.

You sank back into the chair like it was your throne — one leg draped over the other in a lazy cross, elbow resting along the back like you had all the time in the world, like you weren’t already wet just from the look on his face — and without a word, you lifted your foot, the sharp new heel catching the light as it hovered by his lips, until he opened up like a trained thing and started mouthing at the pointed tip, desperate, reverent, like kissing your shoe might earn him oxygen.

“Jake, take off your clothes.”

He scrambled.

Shoes. Shirt. Pants. Everything peeled off with frantic sexiness, like each layer was an offense to the role he was meant to play — until he was kneeling there, naked and flushed, chest rising fast, ears pink, cock already half-hard from nothing but the sound of your voice.

And fuck, his body — God, his body — lean and sharp like he was carved from something meant to bleed for you, muscles smooth but defined, not bulked but taut beneath skin that showed every line, every ridge, every twitch. His back, deceptively broad, flexed as he shifted onto his knees, and you caught the way his arms looked almost too toned for someone who claimed to be helpless— the way his veins ran like threads of promise down to those shaking, obedient hands. And when he reached into his bag— of course he brought it, because your good boy always comes prepared— and pulled out his collar without being asked, you nearly sighed, because it was all too much.

Too perfect. Too fucking yours.

He held it out like an offering. And you put it on him. You dragged your heel along his shoulder. He shivered.

“You wanted to worship Mommy tonight?”

He nodded, mouth agape. “Then come show me, be a good dog.”

And when he crawled forward on hands and knees — panting, eyes blown wide, mouth open — you knew : You were going to let him have everything.

Because you loved seeing him like this, loved it... Your game... You... loved him ?

Maybe...

He reached your knees. And then he groaned. Loud and wrecked.

Your panties — soaked. He buried his face in them immediately, moaning into the fabric, licking you through it like he’d been starved for days and finally stumbled upon a feast. You stayed still, head tilted, watching him degrade himself with quiet fascination.

And then he used his teeth — gently at first, then not — dragging the lace aside, tearing holes in the delicate fabric just to get to you, to taste you raw, no barriers, no patience.

The moment his tongue touched your pussy, he let out the most pathetic sound — a sob disguised as a moan — and you saw it in his whole body: the way his arms trembled, the way his shoulders rolled forward, the way his hips twitched helplessly against the carpet.

Like worship was killing him.

He licked with hunger first. Frenzied. Like he couldn’t get enough. His mouth moved fast — messy circles, tongue flattening, then curling, lips sucking at your clit with zero grace. No rhythm. Just need.

You almost laughed. “Jake,” you breathed, threading your fingers into his hair. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

“M’sorry,” he panted. “Tastes too good. Can’t stop—can’t—”

You yanked his head closer in answer. “Don’t you dare stop.”

And he didn’t.

He buried himself deeper, tongue working in tighter, sharper patterns. He found rhythm then. Purpose. His hands came up, gripping your thighs, spreading you open wider. He let your heel rest against his shoulder, the other curling behind his neck like a leash, and you let yourself fall back against the couch with a long, low moan — head tipping, mouth parting, hips beginning to twitch.

You were close. Too close.

And he felt it. The tension in your thighs. The way your breathing shifted.

So he slowed.

The fucking bastard slowed.

“Jake,” you growled, but he just hummed into your clit, tongue drawing soft little circles now — featherlight. Infuriating. And then, just when you were about to command him again—

He sucked. Hard.

You came.

Fast. Violent. A sharp, hot surge that slammed into your spine and rolled through your body like a goddamn earthquake. You moaned, bit your bottom lip to keep from crying out, hips stuttering against his face as your hands fisted in his hair like you were drowning.

And he didn’t stop.

Not for a second.

He groaned into your cunt like it fed him. Like your orgasm gave him oxygen. He sucked through it, licked every aftershock, every twitch, every whimper that escaped you. And then — when your thighs trembled and your hips tried to retreat — he shifted.

One hand — previously gripping your thigh like a man clinging to salvation — slid down.

Between your legs.

And without asking, without hesitating, he pressed two fingers against your soaked entrance, teasing first, just circling — and then he shoved them in.

You gasped — hard.

“Jake—”

He curled them immediately. Like he knew. Like he’d memorized the blueprint of your body and knew exactly what would shatter you. He didn’t give you time to adjust. Just fucked his fingers into you fast and deep, knuckles slick with your first orgasm while his mouth stayed latched to your clit, sucking like a man possessed.

Your body jolted — thighs trying to close, hips stuttering against his face, your hands flailing for something to grab, anything — the armrest, his hair, your own wrist.

“Jake, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he mumbled, voice low and hot and buried in your cunt. “Let me. Please, Mommy—let me make you come again.”

And fuck, you did.

The second orgasm ripped through you — louder, messier, wetter — your walls clenching around his fingers as he kept driving them into you, his palm slick, heel of his hand grinding against you as you moaned so hard it felt like you might pass out.

"Holy fuck—" you cried, legs spasming.

But he still. Didn’t. Stop.

Your voice broke. "I said stop—"

He pulled back from your clit for one second, just long enough to moan against your folds, "I'll make you feel good—"

Then went right back to it.

His fingers curled harder now, precise, brutal. Three now — you didn’t even know when he added a third — but you felt it. Deep. Full. Your body couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and pain began, everything smearing together into one long, mindless scream that echoed through the room as your third orgasm crashed into you like a fucking freight train.

You shoved him off, finally — heel pressing into his chest just enough to make him stumble back, fall onto his ass, panting and glassy-eyed and soaked with your slick. He blinked up at you like he didn’t even know where he was.

You were still shaking, legs trembling from the overload, breath ragged. You sat there — limp, fucked, worshiped — and stared at the man who’d just made you come like that with nothing but his tongue, and fingers and a death wish.

You’d never felt this safe. This powerful. This wanted. And he crawled back forward. Pressed his cheek to your thigh. Didn’t say anything. Just breathed against you.

You reached down and pulled him into a kiss — wet, sloppy, tongue-first and desperate, all teeth and spit, and god, he melted into it. Of course he did. You were still soaked from what he did to you, thighs a mess, cunt twitching with aftershocks — and he was the one trembling.

You pulled back and let your palm curl around his cock, rough and flushed and leaking across your fingers like it had been hurting for attention. He hissed when you touched it, and then groaned — loud, helpless — when you dragged your heel down, pressing it gently at first into his balls before slowly, firmly, crushing down.

“Mm. You look like you’re suffering right there,” you murmured, voice all syrup and sin.

He nodded, panting through clenched teeth.

“Is eating me out really getting you this excited?” you purred, cocking your head like it actually surprised you.

He nodded again. Hissed when you pressed harder with your heel. “Yes, Mommy—fuck, yes—it’s so much, I can’t—”

You let go of his cock.

“Touch yourself.”

He froze.

“I didn’t say you could cum,” you added lazily. “But I want to see you do it. Look at you. A grown man on the floor, balls bruised, begging for permission to jerk off in front of the woman who just came on his face.”

Jake’s hand moved fast — too fast — and you could already tell he was on edge. He gripped himself tight, started stroking, sloppy and aching, cock bobbing under his own frantic rhythm. But his eyes were locked on you.

You leaned back, legs still spread, panties ruined somewhere under the couch, slick still glistening on your thighs.

And you smirked.

He whimpered.

“Oh, god—” he gasped, jerking himself harder. “Please, just—just watch me—watch me, Mommy, please, I want you to see me—”

You raised a brow. “Why?”

He blinked. Swallowed.

“Say it.”

“Because—” he choked, “because I look pathetic—and… you’re still so perfect and I’m just here, jerking off on the floor like a freak—”

You tilted your head, letting your gaze drift over him slowly, from his flushed face to his slick stomach to the veins in his arms flexing with every stroke.

“You think I’m enjoying this?” you asked flatly, voice bored. “You think I want to see you make a mess of yourself like some shameless animal?”

He moaned.

“I—I hope s—”

“You hope so?”

He bit his lip. His hand never stopped. He was panting now, eyes burning into your body.

“And you like being watched?” you asked. “Even like this?”

He nodded, voice breaking. “I like when you see how bad I want you. How stupid I get. I-I-I want you to know what you do to me. I want to look at you and see your thighs and your cunt and your attitude and know I’m not allowed to have any of it—unless you let me.”

You hummed.

“And what do you want me to do to you, Jake?”

His eyes glazed over. “Everything—” Hips jerking.

“No. Be specific.”

He whimpered.

“I want you to hit me when I cum—open palm, across the face, hard enough that I feel it later. I-I-I want you to spit in my mouth again, like last time, and tell me I’ve earned it. I want you to put that heel back into my cock until I’m shaking—until I can’t move without permission. I want you to laugh when I beg, call me pathetic, make me say what I am. I want you to choke me—tight—long…hng… Long enough that I have to ask to breathe—and wh-when you let go, I want to thank you. I want your slick on my face, dried down my neck, smeared over my mouth like a collar—and I want to sleep in it. Don’t let me clean up. Make me keep it…”

You watched him stroke harder, hips twitching, spit almost sliding down his chin from how hard he was panting.

“I want you to ruin me and then hold me after… I….  Want to make you cum again and again until I cry. I want you—to never… Never stop looking at me.”

You leaned forward. And he shuddered. You didn’t say a word. Just watched.

And when he came — loud, messy, too fast and too much — he cried your name. again. and again. and again.

You reached down and pulled him into a kiss — wet, tongue-first, needy. Sloppy and lost. And he melted. Of course he did. His mouth opened instantly, like instinct, like prayer. His lips were soaked from your cunt, and yours still tasted like his worship, so the whole thing was just spit and sin and heat. He groaned into it, soft and broken, like the kiss alone was enough to undo him.

You were still a mess — slick between your thighs, muscles twitching from the high he forced out of you, panties ruined and forgotten — and yet he was the one shaking. 

shit it felt good !

You broke the kiss first, dragging his bottom lip between your teeth until it snapped free. Then your hand dropped — right to his cock. Hard. Leaking. Angry-red and trembling in your palm like it had been hurting for you. You curled your fingers around it with practiced ease, thumb smearing his mess along the head just to make him whimper.

And then your heel dragged between his legs. Slowly.

You pressed into his balls — lightly at first, then firmer — until he gasped, jaw tightening, hips frozen like he didn’t know whether to rut forward or flinch.

“Mm.” You let your voice drip with amusement. “You look like you’re suffering right there.”

He nodded fast. Too fast. Shoulders tense. “Yes, Mommy—yes, it hurts—but it’s so good—I need more—please—”

You gave his cock a lazy stroke. Nothing to write about but enough for him to jolt.

“Is eating me out really what did this to you?” you murmured. “Made you this hard?”

He nodded again—practically whining.

“Mommy, it’s you, it’s always you—I get like this when you look at me, when you talk to me—fuck, fuck, fuck, even your voice makes my cock hurt.”

You smiled. Let go.

“Touch yourself.” He froze.

“You don’t get to cum,” you added, like an afterthought. “You cum without permission, and I walk out of this room. Leave you like this. Understand?”

He nodded, mouth open, eyes wet. “Yes. Yes, Mommy.”

He reached for himself instantly—like he’d been waiting hours for that command. His hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking hard, fast, filthy. His other hand trembled on his thigh, like he didn’t know what to do with it. His whole body was tight, twitching, sweat glistening down his chest and veiny arms. You could see every muscle working just to keep himself upright.

But he was looking at you. Your body, your gaze. Never looked away.

You leaned back into the couch, legs still spread, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. Slick still shone between your thighs. You didn’t say anything. Just watched, and played with the sound your own wetness.

Jake moaned immediately. “Please—please keep watching—please, I—I want you to see me like this—”

“Why?” you said flatly.

He swallowed, hard.

“Say it.”

“Because—because I look like a mess,” he whimpered, stroking faster without thinking. “Because I look fucking pathetic, and it’s only for you—you did this to me—your pussy, your voice, your fucking eyes, everything—”

You tilted your head.

“You think I enjoy watching you jerk off like some pathetic little mutt on the floor?”

“I—I hope you d—” he gasped. “maybe I hope you don’t—maybe I hope you think I’m disgusting. Because I am, Mommy. I’m a disgusting pervert for you. No one else gets to see me like this. No one can. Just you—Just you.”

You exhaled slowly, like you were watching an experiment spiral into something deliciously ugly.

“And what do you want me to do to you, Jake?”

His hips jerked forward like the question alone hit his prostate. “Everything,” he moaned.

You narrowed your eyes. “No. Be specific.”

He looked up at you like he was about to cry.

“I want you to slap me when I cum,” he whimpered, “hard. Across the face. Make me feel you for days. I want you to spit in my mouth again—please, like last time—while I’m begging. I want you to wear those heels and step on me. Make me thank you while you do it. Tell me I’m nothing. Laugh when I fuck you and swear to me.”

His stroking grew faster — slick, loud, hips twitching like he was fighting to stay in his body.

“I want you to choke me until I have to ask to breathe,” he gasped. “And when you let go, I want to thank you. Like a good boy. Like your property.”

He was shaking now.

“I want to sleep in your slick. Face coated in it. Neck wet. Chest marked. Don’t let me wash it off—please, I want to wear it. Like a collar. Like a proof.”

You said nothing. Just stared. And he broke.

“I want you to ruin me. And then hold me after. Kiss my forehead like I’m not broken. Make me make you cum again until I’m crying from how much I need you. Mommy, I swear to god—” he sobbed, “no one else can do this to me. It’s you. It’s always been you. I’m think of you—your body, your voice, your pussy—I want to live under you—”

your thighs were twitching. His breath was ragged. His whole body trembled like it was about to shut down.

“Please look at me when I cum,” he begged, “please—please see me—please, I need you—”

You nod and almost moan in your breath, And he came.

Loud. Raw. A broken, choked sob of your name as cum spilled over his knuckles, painting his abs, his thighs, the floor. He kept stroking through it, messy and wild, eyes locked on yours even as tears welled up in them. He looked wrecked. Ruined.

He cried out again. Your name again. and again and again. Whispered like a prayer, repeated like a compulsion — quieter each time, like he couldn’t stop saying it, like it was the only thing left tethering him to reality. And when the last of his orgasm spilled over his wrist and onto the floor, his body simply… slumped.

Collapsed at your knees now closed.

Shaking, silent, mouth open but not speaking anymore — breath coming in little broken bursts as if the air around him had gotten too thin. And for a moment, you just watched him. Not as a dom. Not as a goddess. Just… watched the boy you adored fall to pieces in front of you.

Then you moved. You slid down from the couch to the carpet, kneeled in front of him — with him — and reached out. He flinched at first, not from fear but fragility and maybe self consciousness.

But you cupped his face anyway. Held him gently, thumbs brushing across his hot, damp cheeks, and leaned in to press a soft kiss just under his eye.

“Shh,” you whispered, voice low. Warm. Real. “You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.” Jake’s eyes fluttered shut. His body leaned into yours like gravity had given up. And then — quietly, barely audible — he sniffled.

“I’m sorry,”

You froze. “Why?”

He swallowed hard. Still wouldn’t open his eyes. “For saying too much. For… being too much of a sub.”

You pressed your lips to his forehead. Then his temple. Then his cheek.

“You weren’t too much,” you said, kissing between words. “You were honest. Perfect. Mine.”

He whimpered— a small, broken sound— and then his arms wrapped around your waist, so tight, so desperate, like he didn’t care about the mess or the sweat or the fact that he was naked and half-crying on a hotel room floor.

You held him. Stroked his hair. Kissed behind his ear. Whispered things only he was allowed to hear.

“My good boy.” “My perfect thing.” “You did so well for me.”

Minutes passed like that. Or hours. You weren’t sure. The quiet felt infinite, like the world had shrunk down to the warmth of two bodies pressed together under dim light and the soft scent of sex and sweat and trust.

Eventually, he pulled back — reluctantly — just far enough to look at you. His eyes were sleepy, still red. But he smiled, small and exhausted.

“…Can we—” he hesitated. Bit his lip looking at you. “Can we sleep here?”

You raised a brow. “We don’t have anything packed.”

“I know.” He blinked. “I just don’t want you to leave. Not tonight. I wanna fall asleep with you... Please.”

You looked at him for a moment. Then nodded.

“Okay,” you said softly. “But first, let’s clean up.”

Jake followed you wordlessly to the bathroom, still trembling a little, wide-eyed like he couldn’t believe you were really going to stay.

The water ran hot, steam blooming fast as you stepped under it together — skin on skin, sticky and marked, your bodies pressed close in the quiet rush of heat.

You reached for the soap, lathered slowly, and started with his chest.

He gasped — not from the temperature, but from the way you touched him. Like he was something precious. Something yours.

You washed him soft. Careful. Thumbs running down his ribs, lips brushing over his shoulder once, twice. His hands stayed on your hips like he didn’t know what else to do — until you turned, smiled lazily over your shoulder, and offered him the bar.

“Your turn.”

He took it like a gift.

And then his hands were on you — warm and slow, fingers sliding over your skin like he was worshiping you in silence, like rinsing the sweat and slick off you was the most important job he’d ever been given. He kissed your neck. Your shoulder. Your lower back. You felt it in your knees.

By the time the water turned lukewarm, he was panting softly behind you, hard again without a word spoken, cock brushing your thigh like a question.

You didn’t answer it. Not yet. You just turned, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Bed.”

And he followed you, lifting you, dripping and obedient, like you were the only thing in the world that made sense.

He didn’t let go of you, not even when you reached the bed. You both collapsed into the blankets, half-covered in nothing but the weight of each other.

And then — quiet giggle in his chest, warm kiss on your neck — Jake tugged you closer. And called your name.

You smiled into his collarbone. “Hmm?”

“…Can I fuck you sweet?”

You looked at him. He looked nervous. Flushed. But serious.

“…Not rough. Not a scene too. Just… I wanna make you feel good. Wanna be in you. Close.” His eyes did that triangle thing that made you smile.

Ans your heart did a weird thing in your chest. You didn’t say anything, just kissed him. Slow. Deep.

He slid into you like it was meant to happen in silence. No teasing. No commands. Just soft hands and warm breath and your legs curling around his hips, pulling him in like he belonged there— Oh he did.

You moved together like something practiced.

His forehead pressed to yours. His eyes never left your face. It wasn’t the kind of sex that left bruises. It was the kind that stayed under your skin for days.

And when you both came — whispering each other’s names, holding on like sleep might take you too soon — you didn’t bother separating. Just tangled yourselves up tighter under the blankets, legs and arms everywhere, breath syncing until the air went quiet.

Jake fell asleep first from exhaustion . Still inside you. Face tucked into your neck, hand resting on your hip and over your head, smile barely there.

And you followed. One last kiss to his hairline. One last thought, whispered only in your head.

Maybe I love you, Jake.

🕰️

Monday came too soon.

The city clicked back into motion like it hadn’t been on its knees three nights ago — like you hadn’t spent the weekend riding high on power and orgasm, like Jake Sim hadn’t buried his face between your thighs and cried your name like it was a gospel, like nothing in your bed had shifted something irreversible between you. But here you were. Blazer sharp. Hair tied up like a noose. Coffee in one hand, to-do list in the other. Face clean. Voice calm. And Jake?

Jake was perfect. Of course.

Golden manager. Corporate fantasy. Tie straight. Shoes polished. Smile polite, crisp, neutral — as if he hadn’t begged to sleep in your slick two nights ago. As if his mouth hadn’t broken you open like prayer.

He passed your desk at 9:02. On time. Silent. But his eyes flicked toward you — fast, hot, reverent — like he was starving for permission to even look.

Yeah. Not subtle.

The week dragged. Deadlines. Briefings. Emails that made you want to cry. A dozen little brushes of Jake’s arm at meetings, a few too-long looks across the conference room. Nothing said. Everything felt.

And then Wednesday came. And Jay walked in like a plot twist.

Jay — from the international branch. Jay who hadn’t changed a bit except in jawline and confidence. Tall, lean, just the right amount of cocky, with that you-can-trust-me grin and rolled-up sleeves that said he wasn’t here to play humble. You knew that walk before he even reached your side of the office. And you smiled before he even said your name.

“Holy shit,” he laughed, arms open, warm and loud and exactly the same. “Is that you?”

You stood to greet him, surprising the whole office, and for a second it was easy to forget anything else existed.

Jay had been your twin at your first job — the only rookie who matched your speed and fire, the one who helped you learn the ropes while you taught him how to cheat the system without getting caught. You’d shared too many late-night reports and too many energy drinks in parking lots to pretend this wasn’t real.

You hugged. Tight. No hesitation. His hand curled behind your neck like he’d missed you properly. “Good to see you.” he whispered.

“I didn’t even know you were stationed here,” you said into his shoulder.

“Temporary,” he replied, pulling back, smiling like trouble. “Two weeks. Project lead on cross-regional integration. Had to say yes when I heard who was running one of the teams.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Still charming.”

“Still bossy,” he said, looking you over with a spark you didn’t bother flinching from. “God, you look good.”

Across the room, Jake watched the whole thing, leaning on a co-worker desk for a review. And if there had been a heart rate monitor clipped to his tie, it would’ve flatlined.

To everyone else, he looked as normal as the rest of this office watching. But his jaw was tight. His hand had stopped scrolling his subordinate mouse. Because Jay wasn’t just some regional project lead— he was Jake’s old friend. One of the few people he trusted, who knew things about him from years ago, who used to sleep on his couch in between overseas rotations and share shitty bar ramen and management rants.

And now he was here. Shaking your hand. Pulling you into hugs. Looking at you like he’d found something. And worse — you looked happy to see him. Not performative-happy. Not polite. Actually happy. You leaned in to talk. You laughed, like… Twice.

Jake couldn’t hear the conversation. He didn’t know Jay had just told you that Jake was famous in the international branch — that half the floor still referred to him as “the one who doesn’t fuck up.” He didn’t know that you’d laughed and said, “He’s still like that,” or that you’d softened when Jay said, “Honestly, I’m not surprised you two haven’t killed each other. You always scared me a little more than him anyway.”

Jake didn’t know that your giggles weren’t flirtation. They were about him.

All Jake saw was the closeness. The familiarity. The way Jay’s hand brushed your arm when he made a point. The way you didn’t flinch. The easy rhythm between you. And then, just to gut him further, Jay turned around during a meeting break and dapped Jake up like a brother.

“Still as stiff as ever,” Jay said, grinning, leaning against Jake’s desk like no time had passed.

“Still can’t read a brief without fucking the formatting,” Jake shot back. They laughed. It was real. Jake wanted to be happy to see him.

But his eyes kept flicking past Jay’s shoulder. Back to you. Because even if Jake and Jay were old friends — you and Jay looked like something else.

Jay invited the team to dinner that Friday. Said it was casual. Team bonding. International-branch hospitality. You said yes before Jake could even pretend to be indifferent. Like postponing your session was nothing.

Jake sat through the rest of the week in silence. Smile plastered on. Voice tight. His keyboard clicks a little too sharp. His jaw clenched every time Jay walked past your desk.

It wasn’t that he thought Jay was a threat. It was that you seemed… open around him. Relaxed. Familiar. The kind of open Jake had only seen when you were half-naked, straddling his thigh, calling him names while riding his face.

And now?

Now you were laughing at another man’s joke. Jake spiraled. Quietly. Painfully.

🕰️

By the next wednesday morning, Jake was unraveling like a ribbon since you texted him.

Cannot make it this week… Let's wait for next friday, mr. Sim

Mr. Sim ?? Mr. Sim ??

You called Jay by his first name even in the office. Joking about his korean name, in team dinners. But even in texts Jake stayed “Mr. Sim”, if it wasn’t a scene you never called him Jake. If it wasn’t in a bedroom, never let him touch you like Jay did.

He was mad. 

Oh, he hid it well — always did. The tie still sharp, the voice still calm when he led meetings like a man who hadn’t spent the week watching you share private smiles with someone who knew you from before he did. Someone you hugged without hesitation. Someone who called you by your first name with that easy kind of familiarity Jake had only ever earned through submission.

You weren’t ignoring him. Not really. But you weren’t touching him either. No texts. No sexy glances. No little cruel reminders of what he was to you. Just distance. Controlled and professional. Like the weekends together hadn’t happened.

And Jake? Jake was starving for the leash. And your presence, he missed the intimate you. 

So when the elevator opened that morning, and you stepped in, followed by two project leads and someone from HR, he took his chance.

Jake slipped in last. Stood at your side. And said nothing, even after exchanging cute eye contact with him.

The numbers ticked up. Floors grew away. One by one, everyone stepped out.

Until it was just…  You and him.

He stepped closer. Just a little too close. You didn’t turn to look at him. Not yet. Cause recently it had been hard on you pretending you weren’t in love with him. Pretending in front of his long time friend and yours there was nothing between you two. But you felt it — his body tight with restraint, his breath catching just a little louder than it should.

“I-I don’t care if you don’t want me recently,” he said, voice low, barely audible.

Your brows lifted about to turn around but he leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear.

“You’re still my Mistress.” 

You turned then, expression unreadable.

He didn’t flinch. He exhaled. And then—he took your hand. Just your fingers. Slipped something cold and small into your palm and curled your fingers shut around it.

A key. You stared at it. Felt the weight.

“Friday can’t come fast enough,” he whispered, voice shaking just a little now. “It’s already hurting. I can’t stop thinking about you. I put it on last friday night. Haven’t touched myself since. Not even once.”

Your eyes snapped to his desperate, hot, worshipful bulge he made you palm, moaning to the contact of your unsure fingers, his forehead falling on yours.

He almost smiled — a little unhinged.

“I locked myself for you. Because I needed to remember. Because I needed you to own me.”

The elevator chimed. He stepped back. Straightened his tie. Smoothed his jacket.

Turned to you like he hadn’t just dropped a live grenade into your hand.

“I’ll be waiting until you want me again Mistress,” he said, voice calm again, composed. Just a touch sad.

Then he walked out. And left you there. Alone. With the key to his cock clenched in your fist.

And the knowledge that he’d caged himself for you, for days, just to suffer in silence until you decided he was worth your attention again. Fuck only holding it made you wet.

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Jake caught Jay by the coffee machine an hour after that— late enough in the day that the fluorescent lights made everything look a little harsher, even your name in conversation.

“Hey,” he said, low, casual. Actually not casual at all. “You and… her.”

Jay turned slightly, brow raised. “Yeah?”

Jake swallowed. “You’re not—” his voice caught, and he rolled his shoulders, tried again. “You’re not trying to… go for her, right?”

Jay blinked, the idea of playing his naive ass dying after one second of thinking,  then he smiled — not sharp, not smug. Just knowing.

“Nah, man. She already said no.”

Jake stilled.

Jay took a sip from his paper cup. “Told me she’s into someone else, a complicated situationship.”

That should’ve settled it. Should’ve made something inside him untwist.

But it didn’t.

Because Jay glanced over his shoulder, toward the open floor where you stood— and added, tone lower now, not cruel, just honest:

“If it were me, I’d stop hiding behind roles and secrets and all that shit going on and just tell her. Straight up.”

Jake didn’t move.

Jay looked at him again. “She’s into you, bro. That’s obvious… From what I understood.” He clapped Jake’s shoulder once — firm, not teasing. “Only thing left is whether you’ve got the spine to stop waiting for her to drag it out of you.”

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Fuck.

Jay was right.

This thing between you — the structure, the sessions, the rules he clung to like they made him safe — it was never meant to hold forever. It worked because it was clean. Controlled. Because you both pretended it didn’t mean more, didn’t bleed more. But Jake had already gone too far, and every time he knelt, every time you touched his jaw and made him beg like something sacred, he fell harder into something that wasn’t just powerplay anymore — it was love. Messy. Real. Suffocating.

And now?

Now he couldn’t stop thinking.

What if you started dating someone?

Would he still get his sessions — or would you say it wasn’t “appropriate” anymore?

Would you let him keep watching you from across the meeting room — or would he have to pretend you were just his superior again, like you hadn’t screamed his name while grinding on his face four nights ago?

Would he be allowed to touch you? At all? To kiss your ankle while you read? To hold your thigh under the table just because he needed to feel you?

Would lazy Sunday mornings in bed be cancelled — would the books, the wine, the home-cooked meals and terrible documentaries turn into someone else’s life with you?

Would he still be allowed to look at you the way he did?

To smile at you like you were the only thing that had ever been his?

Or would you pull away the next time he leaned in?

Would Jake go back to “Mr. Sim”?

Would your voice lose that edge when you said his name?

Would you take your laugh with you? Your eyes? Your mouth?

That smug little smirk when you wore heels that bruised his ribs and made him say thank you for it?

That cold, commanding tone that shattered him?

That soft, dangerous warmth when you licked his tears off your knuckles after he came shaking in your lap?

What if it all disappeared?

What if he lost not just the kink — but you?

All versions. The hard one. The gentle one. The funny, brat-taming, snack-sharing, throat-grabbing, book-reading, leash-holding, rule-breaking you.

What if he lost the one person who saw all of him — and didn’t flinch?

What if he had to start calling you “miss” again, just to keep from saying mine?

No.

He wasn’t going to survive another week of pretending. Not another goddamn day of acting like giving you his body wasn’t also handing you his heart.

It had to be tonight.

He texted you one line, with a pin to the address:

“Come here tonight. 9PM. Please.”

You arrived right on time.

And the address — when you reached it — wasn’t a hotel. Wasn’t a suite. Wasn’t the clean, clinical setting where you usually got him on his knees and made him sob.

It was a house.

His house.

You blinked.

Then walked in.

Jake opened the door like he’d been pacing behind it for an hour — sweater soft, hair undone, eyes wide and helpless and shining like he had no idea how you were going to respond to any of this.

The first thing you noticed was how expensive everything was — the dark wood, the subtle lighting, the quiet warmth of real money used by someone who didn’t need to show it off. The second thing was his dog — tail wagging, greeting you like you’d been here a thousand times before.

The third?

Family photos.

Jake as a kid. In school uniforms. With his mother in Seoul. With classmates. With some awful international branch birthday cake, and that smile — the smile, just smaller, softer, untouched.

You turned slowly. Took it all in.

He watched you like a man watching a dream walk through his bedroom.

“You like it?” he asked, unsure.

Your answer was in your eyes — in how slowly you moved, in how carefully you touched the edge of a frame, in the way you smiled and looked back at him for detailed comparaisons.

“You’ve never let me in here,” you said. “That's… New.” you smiled.

“Yeah,” he murmured. That was the problem. he thought. 

Dinner was tense. Not because anything was wrong, but because everything was shifting — plates warming your hands while your eyes stayed fixed on his face, red wine sweet on your tongue while you waited for the dam to crack. 

Jake broke first. “It’s not homemade,” he said, sheepish. 

“Unless you want to end up in the hospital.” 

You laughed. And then — you turned to him, voice like a knife sliding in slowly.

“Are you really wearing it?”

He swallowed. His jaw twitched. Then he nodded half looking at your reaction.

“I bought a smaller one,” he whispered, like it hurt to admit. “The one that hurts when I get hard.”

You didn’t blink. Just tilted your head, like the predator you were.

“And when did you?”

Jake leaned forward, voice raw, fingers twitching by the number of times he passed them through his hair before hiding in his palm?

“Monday,” he said. “When you wore the heels I gave you” then he whispered, “I remembered the way they left marks on my back while I tasted you— I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was hard all day… It ached.”

You crossed your legs, slowly. Grin flickering.

“Wednesday, I saw your thighs,” he added, faster now, like he couldn’t hold it in. “Bare under your skirt — just a glimpse, but I kept wondering where they stopped. If they were warm. If they were sticky with someone else’s mouth.”

Your breath hitched, but your face didn’t change.

“T-thursday,” he said, almost breathless, “when I saw you smile at Jay, and I wanted you to snap. I wanted you to pull me by the collar and spit in my mouth in front of everyone just so I could feel claimed.”

And then softer.

“Y-yesterday… I thought about kissing you in the hallway. About grabbing you and just… giving it away. Not caring who saw. Not hiding anymore.”

You let it hang.

Then:

“What?”

Jake’s hands trembled.

“I was jealous,” he said. “You looked so comfortable with him. Like he was allowed to see parts of you I only get when you’ve got your hand around my throat. And I couldn’t say anything — because I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not your partner. I’m just the guy who comes when you tell him to. If he’s lucky.”

You leaned in, voice cool and soft.

“And?”

He met your gaze like it burned.

“And I thought maybe… I wasn’t worth more. That everything I’ve shown you — the crying, the leash, the begging — maybe that made me… disposable.”

Silence.

Heavy.

You stared at him like you were looking at something precious. Fragile. Real.

Then you smiled.

Blush blooming over cheekbones, hidden behind the wine glass.

“What should I do, Jake…” you said, low, sultry, devastating. “You made me too ruined to date anyone else now.”

Jake made a sound. Half-sob, half-laugh, and really looked at you, your validating beautiful eyes. Then, he stood. Walked over. Grabbed you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he waited one more second.

And kissed you like it hurt.

“I love you,” he breathed against your lips. “I’m in love with you.” He kissed again, “I’ll give you everything.”  kissed again, “I’ll let you ruin me for the rest of my life and beg for more, I swear.”

You laughed in his embrace and looked at him with sudden dare.

“Prove it Jake.”

He stripped for you like he was peeling away fear itself. and you did the same messily kissing.

Quiet obedience. Until he stood naked inch from you, flushed, forehead against forehead, trembling, cock caged and faintly purple, swollen from days of frictionless ache. It looked smaller, pulled tight by metal and denial. Beautiful in its own way — his way. His whole body looked like it was waiting for permission to feel again, all veiny and hot.

You dropped to your knees.

Unlocked him with the little silver key.

And the second the cage clattered to the floor, he moaned — not from pleasure. From pain. His cock sprang out — red, angry, twitching like it didn’t know if it was free or dying.

You reached forward, wrapped your hand around it, and he came instantly.

“F-fuck—Hng, no, no, no—I’m sorry—I’m sorry—please—” he gasped, whole body convulsing, cum spilling down your wrist in helpless pulses. “I didn’t mean to—it’s been d—I didn’t want to—please—”

You smiled. God, you loved it. all cruel and loving on him.

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, rising to kiss his cheek. “That was just the appetizer.” And he kept coming with slow strokes on your thighs now like it was his first time.

In his bedroom, you tied him up with smooth, sure hands— wrists to headboard, thighs wide, legs restrained too with ropes he prepared— and then climbed on top of him 

He was still trembling. Still leaking. Still whispering your name like he couldn’t believe you were real.

And then, just when he thought he might get softness —

You leaned in and blindfolded him. And your voice made him tremble.

“Jake,” you whispered, brushing your lips along his jaw. “Do you think Jay would’ve made me scream like you do?”

His breath hitched. You grinned.

“Do you think he’d eat me better than you?” you asked, tongue flicking against his earlobe as he twitched under you. “Would he cry when I ride his face? Would he beg for my spit too?”

Jake whimpered. His cock jerked. You pressed down harder against him.

Moaning in the most outrageous way.

“Would he fuck me better than the boy leaking into his sheets right now?”

“Stop—please—no,” he gasped, face trying to find your lips with shame and heat.

You laughed. Gently.

“Then make me never want to find out,” you said. “Be a good boy. Show my pussy, Jake.”

And he did. You pulled on the ropes and realized him.

He fucked you like a man possessed. Getting inside your wetness in one go. Like a man breaking out of something. Like he’d die if you didn’t keep screaming his name. He thrust with raw need, face twisted in love, in agony, in fucking reverence.

He came again. And again. Still hard. Still inside you. Still trying to earn you with every snap of his hips. His cum painted your thighs, your cunt, your stomach — you didn’t want to stop. And he didn’t stop.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you[...]” He kept moaning on  your lips, in your neck, mouth at your tits.

And when he finally collapsed into you, ruined, panting, completely undone? You kissed him and whispered : 

“I love you too.”

🕰️

You did it on the floor next.

Then against the wall.

Then the window. Then the shower. Then the kitchen table while his dog slept soundly in the living room like nothing sacred was happening in the next room.

No rules. No safe words. No games.

Just “I love you” in every thrust, every bite, every knot of fingers in hair and bruises bloomed in the shape of home.

You didn’t fuck like dom and sub that night . You fucked like people who’d been starving for each other in plain sight — and finally broke the lock.

MASTERLIST

Thank you so much for reading Part 2 of Power Play I rushed this one out early just for @ri4-lovesenha, @raven-unkind & @bambiihee I promised, more sub!Jake 💗 Our sub!Jake and boss x co-worker chaos has officially evolved—now it’s not just a dom/sub dynamic... it’s real romance too💗

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[lucidwntrr]

심재윤 ─── ୨୧ UNRAVEL ME

"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 pornographic."

૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა ──── ୨ৎ content: smut MDNI , wc: 2.2kk+

fem!reader x jake, porn without plot, light choking, handjobs, teasing, marking, there’s a mirror, multiple orgasms, praise, begging, light nipple play, puppy!jake

note from luna: first enha fic and yes, it is of my bias. hopefully everyone enjoys reading as much as i enjoyed writing (˶˃ ᗜ ˂˶)

“shit…” jake breaths, his head tilting back to rest against your shoulder.

you had him sat on the bed, legs spread, with his t-shirt hanging loosely around his sweaty neck. you watch as a tiny bead rolls down it, almost tempted to lick it up.

“mmph, p-please.” jake gasps, jerking his hips up into nothing. you’re positioned behind him, also on your knees, massaging every part of his body you could reach.

jake being pretty much sensitive everywhere is an advantage to you, a single caress from you could have him melting and pleading in seconds. you weren’t even anywhere close to touching his cock, touching anywhere but, yet there’s already a pool of precum on the sheets below him.

“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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[jakecherries]

𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 ──── 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

synopsis : how i imagine subby jaeyunnie..

cw : SMUT MDNI, sex, mentions of cum, mean dom y/n, bondage, spitting in mouth, oral (f), bigdick!jake, crying, handjob

wc : 280

a/n: my first post, i rlly hope u guys like it! pls support me by reblogging/giving me any feedback you'd like!

sub!jake who can’t help but whine into your plush tits as he ruts against your pretty pink panties, which have an obvious wet patch on the front.

sub!jake who literally starts drooling when you’re riding him–your swollen breasts bobbing in his face–poor baby can’t help but salivate at the sight of them. 

sub!jake who accidentally moans “...m-mommy” while he has his face buried in your pussy, your fingers tightening around his soft brown curls–making him whine in pleasure. 

sub!jake who lets you tie him up with your prettiest pink ribbons and tease his dripping red cock, til he starts sniffling and tearing up like a lost puppy. 

sub!jake who secretly loves it when you cover his mouth with your hands when he’s moaning too loud… “shut the fuck up jake” or “be quiet for me, hmm?”

sub!jake who literally listens to anything anyone says. especially you. someone tells him to button up his shirt on live? done. you tell him to get on his knees and stick his tongue out so you can spit in his mouth? he’ll obey immediately. 

sub!jake who literally can’t hide being horny. flush starts to creep up the line of his throat and his pants miraculously become five sizes smaller than they were a minute ago. on the outside he's a softie, but in his jeans he’s a monster. 

sub!jake who unironically whimpers when you lightly brush up against his chest, or when your hands linger on his thigh. 

sub!jake who cries. literal tears start streaming down his face when he needs to cum. he’ll beg for that sweet release–his cock twitching madly against your palm. 

© jakecherries

[venusentranced]

˖˙⟡ enhypen’s kinky secrets they wouldn’t want anyone but you knowing

⟢ genre/warnings: established relationships, kink discussion & small nsfw drabbles, knife play, cum play, wax play, masturbation, objectification, sex tapes, mommy kink

‧₊˚ ┊hey... haha... i'm not dead + not proofread ;P

᯽ heeseung and . . . cum play ♡ heeseung isn't shy about his submission, matter of fact he wears it like it's a badge of honor. he just doesn't want people knowing he likes when things get that messy. when he's covered in his own cum, when you're covered in it, when you spit it back into his mouth...

his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, hot and shaky. your mouth wrapped around his length for the fourth time in the last hour. you'd figure he'd be spent, unable to cum again but no, heeseung always has more to give, always willing to take more. the sight of your chest and lips messy with his release, dried down on his lower stomach, it's damn near pornographic. he's so sensitive and your mouth is so warm, you always know how to bring him right to the edge. a whimper breaks up the sound of his labored panting, his hands gripping at the sheets as tightly as he can. "wait, wait..." he gasps, trying to warn you that at any moment he'll fall right off that edge. you don't wait though, work him off that cliff with so much ease the thought alone is dizzying for him. whining loudly as you so skillfully suck him through the rush of his orgasm, pulling off of him once he's finished. a gesture of your hand orders him to open his mouth, standing up to drip his own cum into his mouth. "good boy," you hum, tapping his cheek with your palm. "now swallow."

᯽ jay and . . . total objectification ♡ for jay pleasing you is the most important thing for him when it comes to your sex life, getting you off, satisfying you. however, when you treat him like he's a toy, like he was made just to please you? as if every part of his body is the hottest, most arousing thing you have ever seen? his whole brain shuts off, it's his own personal heaven.

"take your shirt off." your order takes him by surprise, he'd only walked in the door a minute or two ago. he turns to look at you, see if he'd heard you properly but that look on your face tells him everything. "yes, ma'am," he whispers, his hands coming to pull the thin, spandex fabric of his compression shirt over his head. allowing you to stare at his naked torso, fresh from his work out. "aren't you pretty?" you tease, approaching him to run your hands over his bare skin. "such a pretty toy..." your words and touch make his eyes close, slowly falling to his knees at your feet, his face resting against your thighs. then his begging starts, "can i please eat you out?" his hands coming up to your thighs, kneading and squeezing as if that'll tempt you into agreeing, as if you'd say no to begin with. "that's what toys are good for, isn't it?" you ask, running your hands through his hair as his creep up to tug your shorts down.

᯽ jake and . . . panty thieving ♡ jake's puppy-like nature never pauses, he's always on the go. and from time to time, that means your panties are too! steal a pair from the dirty laundry, snatch them off the floor after you've had sex, swipe some from the counter while you're in the shower. he just misses you so much when you're not around, he can't help himself. can you really blame him?

the soft cotton fabric pressed against his face, the smell of you, the faint taste of you, it's enough to drive him insane. his hand has a tight, secure hold on his cock, making its way up and down at a speed you'd never approve of. you like to make him work for it, drag it out a little so that when he does cum it feels that much better. he doesn't have the patience for that, he doesn't have the self control for it either unless you're directly instructing him. he wants this now, he needs you but you're not here and his hand is working just fine right now. shaky moans parting his bitten lips, muttering curses into the empty hotel room. his fingers swiping over his sensitive tip so quickly it nearly hurts, whimpering to himself about the pleasure. he may not be following your usual patterns but he mimics your actions nevertheless. his chest rising and falling as the threat of cumming into his hand approaches so quickly, frantically draping your underwear over the throbbing head. watching the fabric turn darker as his release bleeds into the it.

᯽ sunghoon and . . . knife play ♡ sunghoon is such a pretty boy but something about the threat of violence against him just gets him going. he could easily overpower you but with a knife in your hand... he's all yours, completely at your mercy and will. and he loves every second of it.

the knife is so shiny under the light of your kitchen, so reflective he can see himself in the pristine metal. "who do you belong to, sunghoon?" you question, holding the blade just below his collarbone. "you." he answers immediately, his tone soft, reverent. his body is between yours and the island counter, he's completely relaxed, there's not even an ounce of tension in his body. "that's right," you praise, "you belong to me." you affirm, your voice so smooth and sultry, it makes his knees weak. one of his hands rests on your hip while the other is holding onto the counter's edge, his thumb slowly swiping back and forth over your hip bone. "i belong to you." he repeats, nodding his head in agreement with your statement. you press the pointed tip of the knife to his clavicle, letting his skin indent but never break. he lets out a soft exhale at the feeling, gently pulling you closer to him so you can feel what you're doing to him. his hard-on pushing against your thigh while you toy with the light amount of pressure on his skin. "i'll hurt you if you ever forget that." you threaten playfully, watching the smile spread across his face at your teasing.

᯽ sunoo and . . . sex taping ♡ sunoo loves to be looked at and adored, loves to be told just how attractive he is. he thrives off of the praise and the boost to his ego. recording him while you play with him or taking photos of his post-orgasm face, set the camera up to record you both and show him when it's all over, send it to him so he can use it when you're not around.

when you pull your phone out to video your hand stroking him the sound he lets out is wrecked. his hand flying up to cover his eyes as if seeing what you're doing will break him in half. his tip is round, pale brown and leaking everywhere. "so pretty, baby," your voice comes out a purr, the palm of your hand rubbing back and forth over the underside of his shaft for the camera. the sounds he makes coming out in a consistent stream, moans, whines, groans and gasps, they all spill from his lips like a faulty faucet. taking him into your hand to pay careful, torturing attention to his tip, squeezing roughly, poking gently at the slit and watching him writhe at the contact. every movement sounds so wet it only gives away just how much he loves it. "fuck... fuck, more, please..." he mumbles, his abdomen and thighs twitching in anticipation of more stimulation. "you're so greedy." you taunt, giving the head a particularly harsh squeeze before placing a soft smack on it. the action makes him gasp so loud you think it may have actually hurt, until the noisy moan follows after. "you like that?" you tease, toying with his tip a bit more. "yes, yes, please keep going!" always so good for the camera.

᯽ jungwon and . . . wax play ♡ jungwon loves a little pain, that's no secret, but similar to heeseung he doesn't want people to know just how messy he likes to get. takes it so well, begs for more, loves to admire the artwork you paint across his body in colorful ink.

the candle is kept high away from his body, giving it time to cool down before it drips down onto his skin. every drop is so warm and relaxing, similar to a bath for him only the liquid is never calm. his pillow is tucked neatly between his face and arms, his back bare for you so that you can see the entirety of your canvas. he's sure you're drawing a shape into him, he's just unsure what it is at the moment. it's a heart, it's bigger than it usually is though, so you're taking your sweet time to map it out. your free hand massaging his side attentively, making sure he keeps still and relaxed as you let the hot wax roll down. jungwon isn't much of a talker during these scenes, he really likes to enjoy it, it's almost meditative. you enjoy the process of painting him pink, blue, green, or red while he basks in your precision and control. it's mind numbing, a welcome, needed, feeling for him after all of his stress. you make all of the tension he stores simply melt away.

᯽ niki and . . . mommy kink ♡ niki loves to be the center of your attention but he has to maintain his cool image, he wants to measure up to and fit in with his older members. this desire however does not trump his need for you to give him absolutely everything he's ever craved. for niki, the kink swings both ways - sexual and nonsexual, but it's only ever enjoyed when he knows nobody else can hear him. when you're all alone.

his voice will be so quiet when he comes up behind you, his hands slipping under the loose fabric of your shirt to hold onto your waist. "mommy," he calls out to you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck and pulling you flush against him. "i missed you so much today." he confesses, his left hand sliding down, letting his fingers dip into your waistband before they fall still. "i missed you too, baby," you hum in reply, reaching a hand up to pet his head. you can feel it, feel him slowly, hesitantly, starting to grind against you, you always let him have his moments like these. he needs them. needs to know that when he puts himself out there for you, so vulnerable and timid, that you'll give him what he craves so desperately. sometimes this takes shape in letting him be a little rough, often times it takes shape in this - his acts of utter desperation that give away just how much he needs his mommy. the kitchen is almost silent but you can hear him breathing, it's soft but it's getting louder, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he seeks more friction from your body. he's not quite ready to ask for more, right now he just needs to take a little bit.

[bimbobarbie4life]

Can you please do Dom!Bimbo reader x Jake who's a virgin or inexperienced but also perverted?

Take Your Pants Off - Sim Jaeyun

~~Jake is not subtle at all when it comes to his perverse behavior, so when you finally call him out on it, you quickly realize he is all bark and no bite.~~

wc: 2.4k

content: boobjob, loss of virginity, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, no protection (wrap ur willy), some humiliation, a bit of tears, hair pulling

“Jake.”

You called out to the boy sitting across the couch from you, way too locked in on your chest to even remember that the two of you were supposed to be watching a movie right now.

“What’s up?” He responds absentmindedly.

You track the movement of his eyes as you adjust your posture more towards him. Your bedazzled tank top is clinging to your chest and your nipples are peaking through the fabric due to your decision to forgo a bra tonight. He notices. Wouldn’t be the first time.

His tongue runs over his lips momentarily but pauses at your next words.

“How long have you been thinking about fucking me?”

Now, his eyes are meeting yours, wide, confused, and caught. “What’s that?” His voice shakes around the edges before his throat bobs.

“Staring at my tits all day won’t make me pull them out faster.”

Jake turns bright red at your words. “I- I wasn’t-”

Naturally, when you fold your arms under your chest, they push up even more, and naturally, Jake’s first instinct is to look, against his better judgement.

When his eyes find your face again, you’re already raising a brow at him, not at all surprised that he can’t keep his focus on your face when he’s had a pillow pressed over his lap since you first walked in the room. Your soft shorts are closer to underwear than loungewear, and it’s obvious you have no panties underneath. Every time you shifted on the couch and parted your legs, Jake could see the outline of your cunt pressing against the fabric.

It was bold and in his face for the past hour.

He’s your roommate, and a man at that, so it would be disrespectful and weird for him to comment on your normal attire. As regular of an occurrence as it was for you to dress like this, he could never get used to it, and it showed every time you walked into a room.

You would come out for breakfast in tiny tops and panties with ‘Juicy’ scrawled across your ass in crystals. Before you could even tell him “good morning” he would be hiding his lower half behind the kitchen island while hunching over a bowl of frosted flakes.

You always wanted to give him fashion shows after you got back from the mall. Two outfits in, he would be on the verge of short circuiting and have to excuse himself from his own apartment to do a lengthy walk around the neighborhood.

Going out to the club meant racy dresses that should be deemed illegal and loads of glitter that he wouldn’t get off the furniture for weeks. And maybe when you slipped in the shower, he would grab your fresh, sweaty underwear from your hamper and wrap around his dick for a perfectly timed ten minutes until you were done.

He was a man before anything else. A man who just so happened to be tormented by wet dreams of you for the past three months and can’t get through a single day without having his hand in his boxers with your name fresh on his tongue.

Time stood still as Jake looked at you with wide eyes, unsure if this is a trap and you are setting him up to be arrested the second he confesses to being a raging pervert.

“Um, I- I don’t-” Scared shitless, Jake shakes his head profusely.

You roll your eyes when he fails to utter a coherent sentence after a minute of stumbling over his words. Sitting up, you pause the movie and crawl across the couch to Jake. Within seconds, he’s as stiff as a board, tracking your movement as you close the distance between the two of you.

Eventually, you’re directly over him. You have him trapped as you wrench the pillow from his grip and let it fall to the floor. With nothing bracketing the space besides a few inches of thick tension, you grab his thigh, watching closely as his lashes flutter and his adams apple bobs a few times under your intense gaze.

“Are you hard right now?” Cocking your head, you let your words wrap around him like spun silk.

There’s no point in lying when your hand is just a breath away from where he is twitching in his sweats. He swallows harshly. “Yeah.”

You look down to his lap and assess the weighty bulge before dragging your eyes back up to a profusely red Jake.

“Do you want me to touch it?” Your hand slides a little higher and Jake’s on his spit.

“Is- Is that an option?”

Jake is gonna die on this couch. He accepted his fate the second you pulled down his pants and threw off your shirt.

“Oh my- Holy fuck. Slow down,” Jake huffs when you slurp the tip of his cock peaking through your breasts.

Saliva coats your chest with every slick stroke and spittle from your lips. You have Jake’s shaft nestled between your tits being massaged in ways he’s only ever seen in pornos. He gasps for air when you suck too hard on the head, but until he’s otherwise incapacitated, you don’t see any reason to stop.

Jake can hardly register how noisy he’s being right now seeing as he’s entirely too focused on trying not to come less than five minutes in. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and he’s in utter bliss. How is he meant to survive inside of you if your chest has rendered him this helpless?

“Oh fuck,” he chokes out as you look up at him with a lustful expression.

Intent on bringing him to the edge of ruin, you allow a string of spit to fall off your tongue and into the deep of your cleavage. The thick bead of saliva drips down and coats his shaft before you squeeze your tits tighter, and stroke his length at a slower pace. An agonizingly slow pace.

“Is this better?”

“No no please keep going.”

He sounds so desperate. His hips move a little, trying to gain back the earlier momentum, but you’re not giving in so easily.

You stop moving altogether when you feel the slightest friction on his end. “Why should I? You never even answered my earlier question.”

Pouting, you start to pull away, his cock quickly losing the soft, delicious warmth that had been encasing him. He grabs your chest before you can pull away.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Jake shudders, registering his actions. He shouldn’t be touching you, but it feels so good. He’s spent so long just imagining how they would feel in his hands. To have them wrapped around his cock is a fucking godsend. He can’t lose this now.

He thrusts up into your cleavage, now controlling the pace as you watch him with an impassive look on your face.

“I can’t-,” he huffs and tosses his head back, “I can’t remember what you asked.”

Pushing for a mile after you’ve given him an inch, he squeezes your tits, memorizing the feel in case this is the last time you let him touch them. He rolls his thumbs over your nipples and groans when they pebble up in his hands.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, this is so good.” His voice cracks around the edges as he thrusts faster, his hips slapping the underside of your breasts.

“Jakey,” you drag out to get his attention.

Eventually, he moves his attention down from the ceiling and back to you.

“Yeah?” He responds through what was definitely a whimper.

“Focus for me.”

He nods vigorously, “I am. I swear.”

You ask again. “How long have you been thinking about fucking me?”

Jake tries to ignore the question until you bring your hands up to pry him away from your chest. He holds on tighter and whines, realizing there's no way of getting out of this.

“A long time. So fucking long,” he exhales with shifty eyes. 

“Remember unh- Remember, when you asked me to help you put up the posters in your room?”

It was a week after you first moved in, and you couldn’t reach the spot you wanted your poster to go. You had called Jake in to give you a hand, but he practically toppled over your shoe rack the second he walked in. Not because he didn’t know it was there, but because you were standing on your toes on the top of your dresser, wearing nothing but a t-shirt. No pants. No shorts. No underwear.

You may have been too used to living on your own to register what exactly you did that day, but Jake saw more of you than he ever should have, and he had that burned into his memory.

“I think that was the first time I thought about you in the shower,” he admits without looking at you.

Satisfied by his answer, you let him continue his desperate rutting.

“What did you think about?”

Jake groans at your continuous prying, but concedes to keep his pleasure going.

“Fucking you. What it would feel like to be inside you. If I could make you come.” It’s a stupid thought on Jake’s part. He’s seen the guys you would sneak into your room when you thought he was asleep. He knows your type. He’s heard how you like to be fucked. If he can offer that, he is extremely unsure.

“Do you think you can make me come?”

He meets your entertained gaze, your smile that is far too wide while he feels heavily humiliated and anxious about whether he can perform up to par. Instead of answering, he gives a stiff shrug.

You smack your teeth before slapping his hands away and standing to your feet. He fucked up. He should have at least feigned some level of confidence.

That’s what he believes until you slip off your shirt and climb into his lap, inserting his cock in one swift movement.

“Holy shit,” Jake groans as if he’s been shot while grabbing your hips, “Hold on.”

He sounds like he’s wounded as he hunches forward and lays his head on your chest.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck I’m sorry. I don’t think I can do this.” His breaths are coming out extremely labored, and he’s got his eyes squeezed tightly shut. You haven’t even moved, and he feels like he’s gonna blow his load. Your walls are warm and wet and squeezing him like a vice.

“Do you want me to stop?” You run your nails through his hair, feeling his shudders as you rock the slightest bit in his lap.

“No. God, please no,” he whimpers and clings onto you tighter. “I want this so bad.”

Jake is so audible right now. He wants to fuck you, but his body is physically betraying him. If you move even the slightest bit, he might actually come, and he’s not ready to end this just yet.

When he’s taking too long to get his bearings, you wrench him back by his hair, a pained exhale tumbling from his lips before he meets your eyes. “What do you wanna do Jakey?”

His eyes are glazed over with tears of frustration, and while you’re trying to support him and take your time, you can’t help wanting to make him cry just a little. “Tell me what you want,” you say, tightening your grip on his hair.

He groans and pants before whining. “I wanna fuck you. I wanna make you come.”

“Then do it,” you say, closing the space between you and pressing your slick chest against him.

“I can’t,” he whimpers, squeezing your hips when he feels you clenching around him.

You sigh, feigning disappointment as you raise off of him a bit. He sounds pained when you feels you retreating.

“Poor Jakey,” you tut. “Can’t even fuck a girl without nutting in the first ten seconds.”

He keeps apologizing, his lids fluttering with every inch that slips out of your walls. But then, you grip his shoulders and press back down.

Swimming with overwhelming emotions, Jake is unable to handle your sudden change of trajectory. He groans and looks up to the ceiling, hoping to find something up there to focus on and keep him from finishing as fast as he knows he likely will.

You smirk and rock back and forth on his cock, “Sweet Jakey. You touch yourself so much, but somehow you can’t even last a minute.”

“Please.” He doesn’t know what he’s begging for, but he begs anyway. He holds tight to your waist and lets you ride him while he quickly feels his peak approaching.

“Go ahead and come already,” you moan, squeezing your cunt to massage his cock and bring him closer to his inevitable, pitiful end.

“Fuck,” his wheeze breaks off into a whine, “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

That’s the best warning he can give before his cum is coating your insides and he’s shaking like a leaf underneath you. Engulfed in utter euphoria, he moans and whimpers through his orgasm. His nerve endings are buzzing with pleasure, and his cock feels like it’s melting, but you’re still going.

“You wanna make me come Jakey,” you moan as his warmth fills your walls.

His frazzled brain can’t register much, but he gives a half there nod.

Enamored by his blissed out expression, you dig your teeth into your lip and roll your hips harder, forcing his cock to punch your g-spot with every hard nudge. “Make me come then, Jakey.”

Trying his best, Jake powers through the pained sensitivity shooting through his groin and sticks his hand between your bodies to roll your clit. His other hand stays planted on your hip as he plants his feet and grinds his cock in your gummy walls.

Squeezing his shaft, you moan, “Yes, Jakey. Just like that.”

He’s trying so fucking hard to keep it together. He’s gonna come again, but he wants to get you there first. He sounds so whiny and labored as he fucks you with what little energy he has. It’s so fucking cute.

Slamming your hips against his, you clench around his base and let him rub your hungry cunt to completion. He bumps your clit incessantly until you come for him, moaning his name so beautifully that it should be a song from the heavens.

Partially satisfied with his performance, Jake comes inside you once more. He holds your waist and shudders as he grinds the last of his cum into your cunt.

When the hazy bliss has finally subsided, you climb from his lap and assess the mess dripping between your legs. Jake has yet to move, though, his mind still in some other dimension separate from his body.

“We’ll have to work on your timing,” you huff while retrieving your discarded clothes.

[jakesimnophilia]

Wired for Obedience pt.2

Pairing: Nerd!sub!Jake x Nerd!dom!freader.

Genres: Romance, Strangers to friends to lovers, University au, comedy, angst(ish), smut, like super filthy smut, Slowburn.

21.2k words (pt.2)

Requests/asks OPEN!

Warnings (MDNI 18+ only) : Choking, A LOT of choking, Shoe Kink, Reader steps on Jake, Dacryphilia, Face sitting, Praise, So so much praise, Pet Play, Barking, Food, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Begging, tickle torture(just a little bit), Collar and Leash, p in v, Riding, BDSM, S&M, Jake says the safe word(it isn't too bad), Reader is Gentle-ish?, Teasing, Slight scratching, Some Engineering Vocab. Mentions of alcohol and being drunk, use of pup puppy & good boy, Aftercare, Jake gets kicked in the balls(he likes it), fingering. everything is consensual and safe(and fictional).

Synopsis: It's post exam period and you've had a vision, of a remote control tightening collar, and as an engineering student you make it your mission to make it happen. But there's one problem, you're studying electronic engineering, you have no idea how to model and design the mechanical part of the collar... and your only friend in mechanical engineering, Jungwon won't help. So you do the only thing you can, you put up an ad, looking for people well versed in CAD to help you bring your vision to life.

read pt.1 here not proofread:)

The wait for Friday is excruciatingly long, The minutes feel like hours and hours, days. But alas the day is here, and time seems to be going by too fast as you get dressed. 

You decided on a beautiful dark silver dress, one that stops right under your knees, leaving enough space for your stockings to peek through to show off your legs and your red bottom heels. The rhinestone anklet taps against the black leather of your shoe, your jewelry matches, and the black coat you have planned will bring the outfit together. 

You're combing through your hair when your phone starts ringing, you rush to the dining table , where you had left your phone to see Jake calling. 

You pick up immediately, 

“Hey” 

“Heyy, I’m downstairs” 

You quickly check the time, 6:55pm. 

“could you come upstairs” 

“Hmm ok” 

“I’ll leave the door unlocked and buzz you in” 

You set your phone down to do just that and you rush to retouch your lipstick and gather your purse items. When you get back to the dining room to get your phone, you notice the collar still sitting on the table... 

It’s staring back at you and you lose yourself in thought when Jake knocks at your door. You glance at it again, you added some padding on the inside, it’s sleeker now... should be easy enough to hide. Your gaze is stuck on collar, staring for so long that another knock echoes and you hear the door creak. 

“Hello?” Jake calls out, stepping into the house cautiously like he never wants to assume that you’ll stop giving him permission. 

“living room” You answer, still looking at the collar, your hand reaches towards it to make sure the fabric is sewn on smoothly and that the foam covers it properly. You know it does, there’s barely any imperfection in your work, you hear Jake’s footsteps approach and you drop your hand to beside the collar. 

“You look... really nice,” Jake says. The floorboards creak as you turn to face him your hand still on the table to keep your thoughts connected. 

He’s frozen by the door, taking in your form with an expression that is stricken with awe. 

“thank you” you mutter softly, letting your gaze run over him. Pressed pants, a lovely brown leather jacket and a darker brown turtleneck sweater- perfect to hide the collar. You shake the idea off, you had promised yourself that you would respect his way of pacing things, but this is hardly rushing, especially after how he was on the walk. Torturing you with his reactions and then getting flustered at your authority. 

“you look-” 

Your gaze shifts from his turtleneck to his hair which is done up, naturally. He looks so delectable right now, so very  

“-very sexy” 

Jake let’s out a flustered sigh at your compliment, suddenly feeling shy at how straightforward you’re being. He rubs the back of his neck just as his mouth open to mutter a quiet ‘thanks’ when his gaze traces down your arm to where your hand rests, by the collar. 

He stiffens, breath hitching as his gaze whips towards yours, and instead of fear there’s... anticipation. 

“I was thinking...” you trail off, your eyes guide you back to the collar. And before you can finish your sentence Jake speaks out. 

“The collar?” 

“mhmm, I added some padding, it’s sleek enough to easily hide under your turtleneck” 

He gulps, his gaze focused on yours. You pick it up and hand it to him, and he runs his fingers on the fabric pressing down to test the softness. 

“toni-ght?” His voice cracks slightly and you realize how absurd it must be to use the collar for a first date and you shake your head.  

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to...” 

“No-” Jake says, too hurried. His free hand flexes by his side, like if he stops bawling it his consciousness might drift away. “-no, I mean yes” 

His voice comes out a bit loud to sound as calm as he wants to sound. 

 “You can say no Jake, we don’t have to do thi-” 

 His hesitant body language confuses you and you try to give him a larger door to escape through but he interrupts, taking a small step closer. His brows raise in slight regret like interrupting you is something he thinks of as a crime... especially in this moment. 

“No- I don’t want to say no” He mutters, his voice gets louder towards the end like his heart and his body are working faster than his brain. His submission itself questions your sanity, so much so that you can’t be sure if you can control yourself if things get... heavier. Which they will. 

Jake runs his thumb over the collar, every beat of his heart rings just a bit louder in his ear and the thought of you putting the collar on him, fastening around his throat and taking that kind of control has him feeling both feral and lightheaded as the same time.  

“Can you- put it on me..?” 

He asks slowly, his gaze is still focused down at the collar in his hand. He looks so willing to let you control him, so trusting of your desire that it weakens your resolve and you just want to go and burry yourself in his arms and praise with words and kisses. But the high that you’re getting from this moment is powerful, much too powerful for you to keep your usually calm resolve. Your lips curl up in a wide smirk and you close the distance between you two, your hands brush against his as you reach for the collar and he finally looks up to meet your gaze. 

He lets the collar go and you reach up to tug the collar of his sweater down. 

“Hold this for me” You whisper, Jake’s hands reach up as he holds the collar down for you. Your gaze flickers from his crazed eyes to his lips that he’s biting down to his neck.  

Your finger brushes against his soft skin and you’re already planning out the marks you’ll leave here.  

You bite down on your lip to keep all the words that might slip through when you’re standing so close to him. 

“fuck- you’re so hot” 

Jake whispers breathlessly, his gaze studies your expression and you notice the way his knees almost buckle. Like kneeling for you is an instinct. 

He straightens when you fasten the collar around the column of his throat, “Swallow, so I know it isn’t too tight” 

His throat bobs almost instantly and you look up at him with eyes so curious that he looks like he’s about to break. 

“I-It feels good..” 

“Yeah?.. We can take it off whenever, just say the word”  you pull his sweater up, concealing the collar and move to take a step back to take a good look at him, but his hands quickly reach for your hips and hold you in place. 

“can you kiss me right now? Just once please” 

He needs something to ground him, he needs something that’ll confirm that he is truly yours and you realize that. You cup his face and tilt it down just enough for his lips to be in level with yours and you hold him there, testing the air between 

“We should probably have a safe word” 

His lashes flutter, reveling the idea of you pushing him so far that a safe word be put in place and his grip tightens unconsciously. 

“yeah.. Please that would be good” 

“so eager... do you have any in mind?” 

“Traffic lights- red yellow green... I think that would be for the best” 

“traffic lights..?” you lean closer letting your finger trail to the fabric of his sweater, under which the collar remains hidden. 

“yeah gree-mmf" 

Jake begins to explain his choice but you interrupt him with the kiss he had asked for so nicely just moments ago. You keep it short and sweet, letting the delicious push of your lips linger on his before leaning away, putting some space between the two. 

“go on Jakey” you tease with a smirk, the nickname flows out smoother than you had anticipated and he raises his eyebrows, looking at you again with those lovely puppy eyes of his and you can’t help but cock your head, ignoring the way he’s reacting to your endearment. 

He pouts, unsatisfied in the way you ignore him nonchalantly and his nose twitches before he continues. 

“green is go... for you to ask if it’s okay, red is stop” 

You nod, your gaze trained on him as you take another step backwards, he follows. 

“yellow means... i’m close to my limit” He mutters, following you as you take another step backwards, you’re listening. “like... slow down or check in, but don’t stop.. Pause and keep pushing”  You grab your purse from the table and slide the remote into it. 

“You want me to push you?” 

You say playfully as you walk past him to put on your coat, Jake turns to face you as you move around. “Yeah, I’d like for you to-” he says quietly, make his way to you and tugging on your scarf “to have your way with me..”  

oH- 

You pause in your tracks, stopping to look up at him. It seems he just keeps getting bolder and bolder and just as you’re about to say something snarky about his new sense of honesty, he speaks up, again. A bit louder this time. 

“I want you to have fun with me, use me. I want to- fuck.. I want to belong to you” He takes your hands in his and guides them to his shoulder as he invades your space once more. 

“I want you to push me around until I’m nothing but a mess for you” 

Ah.. He's teasing you, that’s what’s happening, He’s trying to get back at you for all the times you’ve gotten under his skin and he’s doing a damn good job. You squeeze his biceps and smile knowingly. 

“I can be pretty mean” 

“be mean to me please...” 

You scoff, after all that talk about doing things right, taking them slow. If you had known putting the collar on him would make him so eager and straightforward you would’ve done it the moment the collar was finished.  

“You said I can be scary” 

“I also said you look good that way” 

The way you tug on his collar is harsh, he stumbles back slightly. “I’ll deal with you when we get back” you mutter, a shy smile creeps up your face as you turn away. 

If it weren’t for the full face of makeup you have on, he would’ve caught you, but you can’t let him know he won this round, so you shake your head and reach for you keys. 

“We should get going... and you you’ve got something on your lips” 

You guide him out of the apartment door while he tries to wipe the lipstick off his lips. 

Jake is still rubbing at his lips when you lock the apartment door behind you. The cold air in the hallway bites pleasantly against your cheeks, grounding you just enough to stop replaying every needy word he just said. 

He walks beside you quietly, gaze flickering from the stairs to you...still in awe. 

His shoulder brushed against yours once on the way down and he doesn’t apologize for it, which feels like its own kind of boldness. 

Outside the evening air is crisp, the streetlamps reflect faintly off the thin dusting of frost along the sidewalk. Jake hurries ahead to open the passenger door for you, his movements a little stiff, like he’s hyper aware of the implications of this. 

You slide into the seat, smoothing your dress as he circles the care and settles into the driver’s seat. Jake exhales deeply and rests his hands on the steering wheel longer than necessary before starting the engine. 

“You good?” you raise the question, taking in his stiff form. 

“mhmm, just a bit nervous is all” he says with a soft laugh, and in this moment the laugh shoots right through your heart. You let your gaze settle on his side profile as you settle into your own seat. 

“don’t be, you’ve already done the most difficult part...” you say softly with a voice voice so gentle that Jake’s lips part to let out a silent sigh before he breaks into his ever so charming smile. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes. You already asked me out, just focus on enjoying this right now...” 

He lets out another laugh, this time it’s half nervous and half glad. The street’s empty ahead and he turns to look at you with gleaming eyes. The warm light of the streetlamps illuminate his brown eyes and your heart flutters at the sight. You don’t even see his hand reach out, but you feel his gentle graze on your knuckles. 

“You’re really pretty”  He says softly, letting himself get distracted by you before turning his focus back to the road, unbeknownst to how crazy your heart is beating, but strangely enough it doesn’t feel dangerous it feels...nice, it feels stable. 

Jake turns into the parking lot of the posh Italian restaurant located on the other side of the bridge.  

“This place is quite expensive...” 

You mutter softly, you don’t want to ruin the mood but at the end of the day both of you are university students. 

He reverses into an empty lot and turns to look at you. “I saved up, wanted to treat you to something special... so don’t think about it too much” 

You bite back a smile and nod slowly, the two of you have been talking for barely two months, so his efforts don’t feel like a burden, they just make the flutter in your heart more comfortable.   

The restaurant is warm and softly lit, the faint clinking of glasses and low murmurs of conversation wrap around the soft jazz music creates a romantic ambience, and you can’t help but to shift a bit closer to Jake as the host guides the two of you to the table. 

You sit across from each other. “this is nice” you lean forward, locking your eyes with his as the waiter hands you the menu. You mutter a small thank you. 

You scan the menu before looking up at Jake, who’s looking at his with furrowed brows. 

“You look ... focused.” you say with a smirk. 

He tilts his head to the side as he fakes an irritated expression.  

“I’m trying to remember how to read while my brain is somewhere else” 

His retort has you smiling ear to ear, his teasing is refreshing, so you decide to play along. 

You nod comically slow, “hmm, somewhere else you say?” Your say, faking innocence as your gaze bores into his. And to tease him further you inch your hand to your purse, visibly, so he can notice. And he does, his hand shoots up to touch the neck of his sweater, feeling the collar under the fabric but you don’t do anything but let out a genuine amused laugh as you take both your hands back to holding the menu. 

Jake scoff, the pink inching to his cheeks and he shakes his head. 

“Get out of my head” 

He breathes, and flags the waiter down to your table.  

The waiter walks off with a polite smile after noting down your orders, and Jake turns to you, only to notice your gaze wandering around the place in silence. He waits a moment for your gaze to find his and then another before he interrupts your thoughts. 

“You seem quiet...” 

You hum thoughtfully, letting your gaze linger on the crystal chandelier before returning to him. “Just thinking..” 

“you should just think about me right now” he adds dryly after a moment, though the corner of his mouth lifts. 

And you smirk, cause what else could you possibly think of in this moment, your gaze sharpens playfully. 

“You told me to push you... I’m thinking of ways to do that” 

Jake almost chokes on his spit, eyes widening before he composes himself to speak to you, 

“don’t think too much of it, just have fun..” 

He says quietly, suddenly shy and you hold back a scoff, he doesn’t understand the planning that comes with control, had the two of you decided to use the collar before you already would have something planned out. 

“fun huh?..” 

“How about... we do three strikes, a strike every time you apologize. A strikeout means a punishment” 

Jake’s breath hitches at your suggestion, he straightens his spine, clearly excited. 

“Y-yeah, let’s do that” 

“Great, you better be on your best behavior then” 

The waiter makes his way back to your table, a polite smile, a small paper book in hand. 

“Would you like to order drinks?” 

“What non-alcoholic drinks do you serve” 

The two of you end up ordering the sweet grape soda, the waiter leaves momentarily to retrieve the bottle. That’s when you decide to play a little. 

Your lift your purse into your lap, Jake doesn’t notice, your fingers slip inside, finding the remote, and you press. 

The first click turns the collar on. 

Jake notices the smirk tugging at your lips, his brows furrow, hands creeping to clutch the table. 

“What are you up to-oh-” 

He realizes too late,  

The collar whirs quietly as it tightens and his hand reaches up to brush the fabric of his sweater. He looks at you panicked eyes, but you can see the excitement simmering underneath. His lips twitch onto a slightly crazed smile as he settles into the sensation. 

His breath shudders slightly, it’s on a low setting so he should still be able to breathe okay, but the pressure is unmistakable. 

“Fu-ck.” He mutter under his breath. 

You lean forward onto your elbows, feigning innocence. 

“How was class today, Jake?” you ask, barely suppressing a snicker. 

“h-huh? Yeah.. The lecture was g-good, second half was a bit boring we did too many questions” 

“is that so, what course was it?” 

“Mechanics of m-materials” His breathing grows heavier, not dangerously so, just enough for you to notice how aware he is of every inhale. You press the button again, increasing the level and he almost lets out a quiet whimper. You can clearly see the strain in his eyes as he fights to keep them open. 

“That’s the class where the lecturer gives you his notes, no?”  “Ye-ha fuck, yeah that’s the one” 

The strained edge in his voice sends a sharp thrill through you, and you feel your restraint loosening by the second. But you notice the waiter returning, guiding an elegant wooden trolley toward your table, so you pause. 

Jake sees you reach for the remote again and immediately leans forward, his hand hovering near yours as if to stop you. His eyes flick nervously around the restaurant. He’s clearly worried someone might notice if you tighten it further. 

His reaction is... adorable. 

You still your hand, allowing space as the waiter begins placing the dishes and the drinks onto the table. Jake notices him then, his mouth going dry as his gaze flickers between you and the server. The thought of someone discovering how tightly wound he is beneath his sweater seems to both thrill and terrify him. 

“your drink, sir,” the waiter says politely, pouring Jake’s soda. 

Jake glances at you once, hesitating. He moves to thank the waiter but he seems unsure if his voice will cooperate. 

You relent, easing the collar slightly. 

Jake visibly startles at the release, his shoulders drop as he draws a deeper breath before quietly thanking the waiter. 

Once the waiter leaves, you loosen the collar completely, allowing him to settle before eating. 

“cute,” you say with a teasing laugh, reaching for your fork, 

‘no warning?” he aSks, shooting you a pointed look, his lips still parted as he steadies his breathing. 

You glance up from your plate, meeting his gaxe. 

“You want a warning?” you ask, brows lifting slightly. So much for wanting to be pushed. 

“...no” he murmurs, lowering his gaze back to the food. A faint blush lingers across his cheeks. “That was good actually.” 

Jake focuses on his plate or a moment, cutting into his food with a little too much concentration, like he’s grounding himself through the simple motion. You watch him take his first bite, his shoulders slowly relaxing as he chews. 

“Okay” he says after swallowing, nodding to himself. “This is worth the money, I’m immediately less stressed.” 

You smile, twirling your fork lazily through your pasta. “You were stressed?” 

“I was taking you somewhere fancy,” he says, glancing up at you. “Of course I was stressed. What if the food sucked? That would’ve ruined my entire boyfriend application.” 

Your lips twitch. 

“Application, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he nods solemnly. “Still under review, I think.” 

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to consider it while taking a bite, “Performance so far has been... acceptable.” you tease. 

“Acceptable?” he repeats, narrowing his eyes playfully. “I planned a whole date.” 

“You almost choked when I mentioned the strikes” 

“That was... unrelates,” he says quickly, and you catch the way his ears tint pink. 

You hide a smile behind your glass as you take a sip. 

“So,” he says after a moment, letting the two of you fully taste your food before restarting conversation “how’s fourth semester treating you?” 

You grimace playfully at the mention of studies. “Currently, I’m being bullied by power electronics” 

He lets out a sympathetic groan. “That sounds illegal.” 

“It should be,” you mutter. “spent three hours yesterday trying to figure out why my converter simulation kept oscillating. Turns out I miscalculated the switching frequency and threw the whole control loop off.” 

Jake snorts, “whatever you say beautiful, had electronics two last semester, it was pure torture. Mechanics is mostly stress equations, A lot of staring at beams and pretending they won’t snap” 

“sounds fun” you say, taking another bite of your food. 

“yeah.. It is. It's predictable, if something fails it’s physically visible, you can trace it back.” 

You tilt your head slightly at that, studying him for a moment longer than necessary. 

“Predictability is comforting.” you say quietly. 

“Yeah,” he replies, then glances at you. “is it not for you?” 

You shrug lightly, spearing another bite of food. 

“no no it is I guess. Circuits behave if you design them correctly," you say. “Life... not so much” 

Jake watches you carefully, like he’s trying to decide whether that was a joke or not. 

“...Is that why you like controlling things?” he asks gently. 

You glance up at him, one brow rising slightly at the directness, he immediately looks like he’s worried he stepped over a line. 

“I mean- not like that- I just” 

“It’s fine,” you interrupt, amused as you set your fork down and lean back slightly. 

“I like knowing how things will react, predictability is hard to come by when there’s so much change happening.” you admit, tone casual but honest. “So.. I don’t want to get to used to it, the noise is realistic. Keeps me on my toes. And when you learn to control the unpredictable, everything just feels safer.” 

“and you want to be kept on your toes?” he asks carefully, and you smile. 

“Not exactly, just enough for me not to fall over if something out of pocket happens. You become present” 

“Makes sense,” he says quietly, “You’re... good at it.” 

“Handling circuits?” you ask lightly. 

He gives you a look. 

“You know that’s not what I meant?” 

“Why don’t you tell me anyways” You smile, small and controlled, before reaching for your drink. 

“... you’re present I mean. You’ve been eating away at my brain since first semester, it’s concrete... your footing.” 

Jake’s words settle between you like a dropped glass that doesn’t shatter, just hums with tension. 

You pause mid-sip, lowering your glass slowly. Your gaze studies him, sharp but warm, searching for exaggeration, teasing... something to soften the weight of what he just admitted. 

But he doesn’t look away. 

The dim light from the chandelier flickers across his face, catching the faint flush on his cheeks, the steady set of his jaw and the quiet determination behind those warm brown eyes. He means it, God, he means it. 

A small breath escapes you before you can stop it. Compliments about your appearance are easy to tease, to return. This... isn’t. 

“You make me sound terrifying,” you murmur, your softening gaze betrays your will to keep playful. 

“I am terrified, but it thrills me. Like I can leave it to you to ground me.” He says earnestly but you can’t help but let out a small laugh. 

“Is that meant to be a pun?” 

His brows furrows before he realizes, and then he’s laughing softly and rubbing the back of his neck. 

“You know, I’m not as put together as you think I am Jake.” 

His warm smile, illuminated by even warmer light is intoxicating. You can see yourself loosing yourself to him. 

“I know... no one is really. You bite your cheeks when you’re deciding something, you’re doing it now” 

He gestures vaguely towards your mouth with his fork. 

You freeze, and then deliberately relax your jaw, you notice the proud grin that curls up the corner of his pretty lips. Something warm spreads through your chest and you recover by lifting one brow, letting the smirk tug at your lips. 

“You’ve been observing me that closely?” 

He shrugs at your question, looking a little sheepish before he admits. 

“I like you,” he says simply 

The honesty knocks the air out of you more effectively than any bold flirtation could. Though this is his second time confessing, the words feel even more intense than when he had said them at your place. You glance down at your plate for a moment, composing yourself and twirling your fork through your pasta. 

“That’s a very dangerous confession, Jake” You reply lightly. 

“Why?” he asks with raised brows. His fork set by the plate as he focuses solely on you. 

“Because...” you say, lifting your gaze to meet his again. “I can be a lot, a little mean, a little controlling” 

“A little seems like an understatement” he teases with a small smile as he picks his fork back up and takes a bite of his food. 

You can’t help but scoff at his words, and his smile widens. 

“I like all of that... I already told you, do whatever you want to me” 

You let his words linger, his honesty, his trust feels like finding a real oasis in the middle of a barren desert after being shown multiple mirages of safety. It’s weird how his submission has you submitting. The weight of them, finally settling onto your shoulders.  

“You know Jake,” your voice is gentle, soft even. “if we keep exploring this... you need to keep telling me things like that. Even when it feels inconvenient, even when it ruins the mood.” 

Jake nods almost immediately, the truth behind your words not lost on him, he’s just simply excited. 

“okay” 

“I mean it Jake” Your voice comes out firmer than intended and you notice the way Jake straightens up and tilts his head. 

“I-I know,” he replies softly 

Eventually, the waiter comes to clear away the last of your plates, leaving behind only just the half-finished glasses with a promise of today’s complimentary gelato. Jake leans back slightly in his chair, fingers tapping against the stem of his glass as he watches you with a smile, he feels accomplished. 

You pretend not to notice, 

Your foot slides forward under the table, slow and deliberate, the leather point of your shoe brushes against the inside of his ankle, just where his pants come to an end. 

Jake stiffens. 

His gaze shifts into something for vulnerable, something more intense. He searches your face for hint, anything about what you’re plotting, but you don’t give. Your face is kept carefully neutral. You tilt your head slightly as you take a sip of your drink like nothing is happening at all. 

You glide the shoe higher, it grazes the skin on the inside of his calf, his pants rise. Jake swallows. You press the point in lightly, just enough for him to hiss and then retreat. Careful not to bring your foot too far back, 

His hand tightens around his glass before he sets it down carefully, like he’s afraid he might shatter if he doesn’t/ His eyes narrow just slightly, he seems playful and so he moves his foot in retaliation.  

He aims for your ankle but since your foot is already in suck close proximity he ends up kicking into your foot. You freeze for half a second before lifting your brows slowly, gaze lowering toward the contact. 

“Shit- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” Jake’s eyes widen immediately and a hand comes up to cover his mouth.  

Your lips on the other hand curl up. He fell for it, how cute. 

“Strike One” you say slowly, mulling the words before letting them go and they taste so sweet. You lean back in your chair, crossing on leg neatly over the other as if you’re settling into something comfortable, but in truth it’s something victorious. 

Jake groans softly under his breath, dragging a hand down his face as his brows droop and a blush spreads to the tips of his ears. 

“You set me up,” he mutters, 

You hum, noncommittal, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Your smirk is much to wide to keep it a secret. 

“You’re so mean” he mutters with a quiet laugh. 

“You said you wanted it” you retort instantly, enjoying the last sip of your soda before the waiter sets the small bowls of gelato down in front of you two. 

He looks back up, holding your gaze a second longer before he asks for the bill. Something unsaid hovering between you both before he clears his throat once again. 

Your hands curl around Jake’s arms as the two of you exit the restaurant and enter the cold of the winter nights. Jake smiles to himself at the gesture, avoiding your direct gaze for just a moment. 

“The food was good, the company was even better. Thanks for taking me out on this date Jake” 

You say softly, leaning closer than you need to be right now. Jake fidgets with his hand and laughs softly. “Really? I think my company was better than yours.” He says with a playful laugh, “you’re lovely” 

You smile to yourself, his words are like a spell capturing your heart.  

“There’s no frost in this side of town” you say absentmindedly, your bodies brushing as you walk leisurely towards the park, not too far from the parking lot. 

“Yeah, you don’t have boots on, you could have slipped” 

You didn’t even connect the dots, your usual winter boots are replaced by your beautiful red bottoms, which tend to be slippery even on tile. 

“I guess you would have had to carry me then” You joke lightly, letting the cold wind sting against your cheek. Jake grins and turns to face you. 

“I can still do that” He offers excitedly, his eagerness amuses you and you let out a laugh, nudging his shoulder with a soft hit. 

“Easy there, pup” 

“pup? Th-that's new.” Jake shudders at the nickname, he clearly likes it more than he had though, and you’re glad an absentminded choice of words resulted into this. 

You hum softly as you turn into a narrow alley that leads to the park, but you slow down and let go of his arm. The streetlights casts your shadows, long on the brick wall and you back into it, gaze fixed on Jake. The cold air sneaks into your cold and you pull it tighter around you. 

Jake notices and he stops completely, a few meters infront of you. 

“You’re cold,” He says softly, a playful note of concern threads through his voice, he knows you’re plotting something, not sure what exactly. 

“I am,” You say without letting even a second linger between you, your breath fogs in front of you. “I think... you should probably move closer. You know... warm me up.” 

Jake blinks, he’s caught off guard for a fraction of a second before a small grin curls on his lips, “Oh..? Is that an order?” 

“d’you only listen to orders?.. you should learn to read between the lines, Bad puppy.” you tease, backing fully against the wall, you can feel the brick through your coat. 

Jake brushes the collar under his sweater at the nickname, He steps closer, but not close enough. “I-I can do that, if it helps.” His voice drops to a whisper, warm and nervous. 

You smirk slightly, letting your hides slide up his chest to rest under the opening of his jacket, leaving it to him to close the distance, letting him have some semblance of control before you take it all away from him. “It will, I’m freezing over here.” 

He steps further, his hands clasp around yours before he slides his hands up your arms and then down your waist. You can feel the heat radiating from his body and it’s intoxicating. “I’m here.”  

You laugh softly at his nervous touch. “That’s... a start” 

You tilt your chin up, making your intentions for this detour very very clear, but Jake looks distracted. 

He looks down at you with his pretty puppy eyes, breathing shallow as he speaks in a whisper. 

“So... about that application-” he starts shyly. And you laugh, letting your head lean back into the wall behind. 

“What about it Jake?” you tease. 

“Do you approve it? Can I be your boyfriend?”  

The words hang in the alley with a fragility that makes your chest twist slightly, Jake bites his lips, his cheeks warm under your gaze. 

You study him for a long moment, savoring the vulnerability he’s offering you so openly. Your hands inch further up  

“You’re very forward tonight..” you murmur, voice soft. 

“I can be,” he admits immediately, a slight tremble evident in his voice. “If it means I get an answer”  

Your lips tug into a small smile, “And what will happen if I say yes?” you prolong the moment, both of you know in your hearts what your answer is. 

“Then I-I'll be the happiest guy alive to have you as my girlfriend. I promise to do my best for you, whatever you want.” he says eagerly, 

“And what if I say no?” you say mischievously. 

“Please- don’t tease me right now~” He says breathlessly, the winter cold fogs up his words. 

“I’m still cold, Jakey.” You whisper, tilting your head perfectly to angle against his if he bends just a bit further your way. Your hands inch deeper into his jacket, resting around his neck, fingers brushing the collar from above the fabric. 

Jake grins shyly and shifts closer, so that his arms circle around you, so that his lips are just inches away from yours. “yes ma’am” 

His warmth bleeds into you, your study the intensity behind his gaze, and you feel your knees weaken. You let out a soft laugh, the tension between you is thick yet affectionate, his hand brushes along your back like he’s ushering you to move closer. 

“It’s a yes, application approved or whatever”  

You huff softly, too eager to feel his lips on yours to drag this moment out any longer. 

Jake’s breath catches audibly, a wide smile splitting his face as he lets out an even softer laugh, almost desperate. He leans in just then, barely enough to press a tentative warm kiss to your lips, communicating everything he feels like in this moment... sweet, nervous, and full of promise. 

You pull him closer, not letting him pull back, you return his soft kiss with lovely pressure and he responds with a push so that you are fully against the wall and absolutely devours your lips, your tongue slips into his and you catch a glimpse of your smudged lipstick around his mouth from the distance. You pull back completely and laugh again, Jake follows suit, laughing just because he’s happy. 

“So...” you murmur, your voice lower than before. But your gaze is testing. “I guess that means I get to boss you around everywhere”  Jake groans softly, playful but utterly in surrender. “mm’yeah, you can always do that” 

You slip your hands out of his Jacket and look at him softly, “first order of action. Give me your car keys” 

You hold a hand out and he puts them in without question. 

“Your place or mine” he mutters avidly. 

“yours, plus a small stop at the store” you say breathlessly, the answer finally comes to you. You know how you’re going to push Jake. 

You don’t break eye contact as you turn the keys over in your palm, already moving past him towards the car. Jake follows quickly, and without thinking he opens the passenger door for you on instinct, he laughs awkwardly when he notices you slide into the driver’s seat instead. Recalling that the two of you had already established this. 

“Get in, silly” You say teasingly, buckling yourself in and adjusting the mirrors with a deliberate calmness. He settles in obediently, the tip of his ears already pink. 

You start the engine to turn the heating on before turning just enough for your knees to point to him. You take one proper look at him before slipping your hand inside your purse. 

His hands rest on his thighs, fingers curled like he’s holding himself still by force. Suddenly all too aware of the collar beneath his sweater, his breath hitches. 

“easy,” you mutter softly, before focusing your gaze on him. “I just need to see how far you can go. Okay?” 

You say gently, Jake calms and nods immediately, letting his fingers stretch out. “Yeah. yeah okay” 

You pull out of the parking lot, setting way for the larger connivence store. The streets are empty at this time of night, the perks of living in a small town. 

“we’ll go slow, you tell me what you feel. Can you do that for me?” 

“fuck- yeah, I’ll do anything” he admits much too confidently. 

You bite back a grin, but your affectionate gaze betrays you, and Jake realizes exactly what effect his words have on you, so much for nonchalance. 

Level one 

 The collar whirs, Jake’s breath hitches at just the anticipation alone. 

“That’s nice... not much” 

“Green” 

Level two 

His shoulders roll back, and his posture straightens. He exhales through his nose slowly. 

“good, I like this” 

“Green, so green” 

Level three 

His eyes flutter shut as he leans back into the seat, his hands clenching once again on his thigh and he lets out a sigh. The sound so sensual that it has your thighs press against each other, and you relax sideways into your seat.  

“Green” he mutters before opening his eyes to meet your charged gaze, 

“It’s less air.. But in a good way” 

Level four 

This is where you had broken when you guys were testing. 

Jake sucks in a sharp breath this time, his head tips back against the headrest and you instinctively reach to lower the intensity but then stop. Letting him make the choice. 

He forces his eyes open, brows furrowed as he focuses on breathing. 

A moment too long passes between you, before his lips fall open and he lets out a shaky laugh, like he can’t believe how intense it feels. His hands inch up his thigh. 

“Oh- wow” he breathes, squirming in his seat. 

You reach across, brushing your fingers against his forearm.  

“Talk to me sweetheart”, your voice is warm and steady but then he looks at you, the shine in his eyes no longer just sweet, it carries something hungrier, trusting. 

“It’s.. A lot” he admits. “very ... sharp” his voice shudders. 

“You’re being so good, tell me now, what color?” 

The praise lands visibly, his jaw falls open as he lets out a heavy breath. 

“green” 

Your other hand pets his arm as you press again. 

The fifth level draws a broken sound out of him, a quiet whimper and his head leans up to draw more air in. His shoulders curl forward and his hand moves to find yours. 

His pants feel tight.. Tighter, chest moving deeper to compose his panting pulse. 

“Jake?” you say softly, squeezing his hand once. 

Your toes curl inside your shoes and you cross one leg over the other, this is so fucking hot. 

Jake keep his head still, turned up, his eyes are glassy but focused, a deep blush scatters across his cheeks, “I-fuck. I really like this, just-” he says quietly. “-just.. Don’t go higher yet, I wa-want to feel this longer” his voice is rougher now.  

The honesty in his words sends a warm pulse through your core, and you wait. A quiet sigh escaping your own lips as you revel the sight before you. 

You reach forward and brush your fingers against his upturned jaw, he leans into your touch and turns to face you. 

“Green. Green” he whispers, brows now knit in full concentration 

“Good boy,” you coo at him, letting him have his time adjusting to the tightness. 

“more... please give me more”, he finally says, eyes in a water daze as he looks at you, face still resting in your hands. 

You turn into the car park in front of the convivence store, the hum of the engine quiets as you  switch gears to bring the car to a stop. 

Level six 

The sound he makes this time is pathetic, something between a whimper and whine. His face heats instantly and his knees draw closer you notice his pants tenting before he scurries to cover it with his hands. 

“nngh-” his spine arches into the seat. 

Jake’s breathing is uneven and his chest is heaving. “Fuck, please don’t look” 

“almost y-yellow, but don’t stop please.” 

“Want to feel more. Please" he please, tears falling down to his cheeks. 

Your words die on the tip of your tongue, too busy just looking at him being so responsive, so cute just or you. His noises so sexy. 

You press once, the collar whirs to level seven and Jake’s eyes shoot open. 

A choked sob leaves his lip and his entire body curls forward. He curses, chest failing to push out. “Fu-UCK” his voice is so raw so scratchy and his hands clutch at his pants, his thighs for some kind of purchase, before he shakes his head. 

“Y-yellow fuck please” 

And that’s all you need, you ease it back to zero and his shoulder drop and he exhales a long relieved sigh. Still bent over on the dashboard as he works to catch his breath.  

The car is mostly silent except from the sound of Jake’s breathing steadying. You reach over and rub his back, slow up and slow down. 

“Good boy~ you did so well” 

He lets out a soft laugh, relishing the attention. 

Your gaze is trained on him, he’s flushed, breathing steady now and he leans back to settle into his seat. He turns his head, resting against the seat to look at you, eyes heavy but calm. 

“Thank you” 

He whispers, and you’d be damned if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s said all night. You reach forward to pet his neatly combed hair. 

“So obedient...” 

Your hand trails down to cup his cheek, you lean close and place a soft kiss against his cheek. 

“A reward for behaving so good” you whisper, before moving to unbuckle your seatbelt, he follows suit in a daze but you stop him. 

“stay.” your voice firm, and he takes heed without hesitation, reflexively, like you’ve already trained him. 

“yes” he answers immediately. 

You open the door and the cold air rushes in, “I’ll be right back.” 

Jake’s eyes follow your figure as you walk along the dry pavement and into the store, it was as if it were a reflex for his gaze to stalk you. And when you do enter, he mourns the sight. 

Inside, the fluorescent lights buzz overhead, illuminating the store in a cold shade of white. You move down the aisles slowly, giving him time, giving yourself the time to compose yourself. 

You thank the desensitization that the internet has brought along it, finding toys is so much easier. You grab a motorized cock ring, and head towards the food section to grab a treat for your puppy. 

When you return with a bag in hand, he’s sitting exactly how you left him, his hands placed obediently on his knees and his eyes carry the same daze from earlier. The tightness long gone since, like you are the only reason he revels the sensation of the collar. 

“what did you get?” He asks quietly, his voice is controlled, behaved as his gaze goes directly to the black bag you hold in your hand. 

A smirk makes its way onto your lips as you slide into the seat and ready the engine to head to Jake’s apartment, “you’ll find out soon enough.”  You spare him no glance, give him none of the attention he craves so badly and it annoys him. He palms at his erection from before, he lets out a discontent sigh and pouts. 

“..You’re gonna drive me home like this?” he asks quietly, “All.. worked up?” 

There’s no accusation in his words, just a guilty kind of impatience. 

And in this moment you can’t help but let out a soft laugh, both amused and taken by his almost request. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty mind, I was planning on having you all calmed down before bed.. But-” 

He leans forward with furrowed brows, uneasy like he expects the worst kind of torture. 

“B-but?” 

“..but-You do have a point...” 

Your hand slides into your purse, and like a reflex he sighs expectantly, it’s thrilling. 

“Maybe I should help this lovely puppy now” 

You haven’t even pressed a button when Jake lets out a low, sharp breath. 

“Please” 

There it is.  “you’re so well-behaved" you coo 

A click, starting off strong, straight to level 4. 

Jake groans softly as the collar tighten, the sound slips out of him almost unconsciously. The sensation is so damn god, the pressure familiar at this point, it feels just across his skin. It pushes him almost immediately to that floaty obedient place where he’d do anything you say. He looks at you with darkened eyes, his pupils blown. A flush rises across his cheeks as he waits for your next move. 

But to his dismay you don’t do anything, just simply slip the remote into the cup holder, no intention to loosen or tighten the collar for now and go back to driving. 

“Is this enough for you sweet boy?” you snicker before asking again, “Green?” your voice is quite, cautious. Even the worry is intoxicating. 

Jake nods, breath still coming in sharp bursts as he tries to focus through the rush of desire. 

“...Green,” He whispers raggedly. “God... so green.” 

You trail one hand to his thigh, caressing him through the fabric, inching closer and closer to his erection but never where he needs it. And he shudders desperately. 

He’s so sensitive, so needy for you, but he knows better than to bring your hand where he needs it. The only thing he can manage right now is soft, shaky exhales as he watches you drive. Every inch aware of the collar around his neck and the cold emanating from your hand on his thigh. He isn’t sure he’s ever felt this way in his entire life. 

“Doesn’t hearing your breath shake make you feel pathetic, Such a perv, you got hard from just being choked” the tip of your nails grazes the outline of the tent of his pants carelessly. A fleeting touch. “But I’m sure you love it, being like this. So ruined and so shaken?”. Your gaze is still focused on the road. 

Jake shivers violently as you speak, your voice cuts through his hazy thoughts like a sharp knife. He hates how his body betrays him so easily, how it goes so weak for you so quick. His thighs tremble, yearning just the idea of you touching his clothed cock once more. 

“Y-yes. Love it so much” He breaths out, his voice sounds more like a moan than it does an answer. 

Your thighs clench, but you stay focused. 

“mmh, making those pretty sounds for me already. At this rate you’ll cum in your pants by the time we get to your place” 

You tease, but deep inside you wander if he does actually feel this way, and for that very reason you spare him a short glance. “You think you can do that?” 

“fuck-” Jake curses softly under his breath, your teasing is absolute torment and it wrecks him how shamelessly he loves it. His breathing is ragged, getting used to the tightness but the thought of actually cumming for you so soon, so pliantly makes him all hot and squirmy. His cock twitches. 

“...Shit- I don’t know.. I can try.” He breathes out, and it breaks you. Your heart is beating so fast that your ears pulse with every contraction.  

You scoff, half worried you might not be able to get home safely. Keeping your mind on the road is proving to be more and more difficult. 

You exhale deeply, trying to compose yourself to some extent. 

“You’ll try??” it’s incredulous, the fact he’s willing to try, “I asked if you could do it, not that i wanted you to.” 

The possessive, hot look in your eyes when you glance at him makes him whimper softly. He wants to be so good for you, so bad, but your condescending tone is making his head spin. It’s so hard to think for you, so hard to even realize what he’s saying. 

“I’ll... ah... do it. For you. Anything you want. Fuck- anything" 

You swallow hard, your own mind is threatening into some sort of daze. You reach straight for the remote. Efficiently incrementing the level. 

Five. 

“Green?” 

Jake lets out a full-fledged unyielding whine,  

“nnngh-ha” 

his eyes squeeze shut as the collar tightens. The pressure is intense now, his brain has already started to feel hazy and light. 

“G...green,” He manages to rasp out. He’s never been this far gone before. He can feel too much of everything, every muscle, every breath, every beat of his heart. But it’s perfectly overwhelming. 

You’re squirming in your seat, leaning forward so that the road ahead can take more space in your thoughts. Your own head feeling lighter than necessary. 

“Need you here with me baby, say yellow if you need to” 

“we’ll keep going, you’ll still be my good pup”  

You’re quick to assure him, he’s been so willingly vulnerable that you feel the need to keep reminding him to be safe. 

Jake nods, your words steady him. 

The pressure of the collar is damn intense and all consuming, he feels so gone, so light headed, so weak and yet the last thing in his mind right now is stopping. He just wants more of anything you’ll give him, 

“I’m good, good,” he gasps out, his hands reaching to touch the collar, needing to ground himself. “I- fuck I’ll tell you if I need to.” 

“I promise” 

Finally, you take the exit off the main road, en route his place. 

At this point Jake’s breathing is just a collection of messy, ragged, whimpery gasps. With every exhale he curses and with every inhale he whines. There’s no room in his head for anything other than the sensations, the last few minutes to his apartment feels like torture, every moment adding to the feral need he feels for you, and he squirms. Shifts and clenches, trying to get any kind of friction he can. He’s so twitchy and so sensitive, but it’s all for null. 

But you notice this, ofcourse you do, the streets finally empty enough for you to look at him, properly and he just looks so pitiful, so adorable that your heart breaks in the best way possible and a moan escapes your lips. 

You reach over, grazing your hand along his thigh and palm at his boner. 

“..gah-unh... please...” 

Jake chokes on nothing as a response to your touch, and your worry overcomes your desire, you trust Jake but it’s been too tight for too long, so you reach over and click. one. 

“I’m loosening it baby” you add gently, looking back at the street. 

The collar whirrs as it loosens and Jake lets out a needy sigh. His head lulls back against the seat as a ragged but full breath leaves him. It’s a sudden switch between the intense pressure he was just feeling to the sweet release. He feels so sensitive all over, every nerve on edge as he pants softly and tries to focus on you, “ngh- thank you” he murmurs, sounding wrecked but so much more steady than before. However steady is not enough, once you feel he’s gotten enough oxygen in you click again, faster. Five. 

“Gah-” He gasps again, the sudden pressure making him arch against the seat, your hand keeps at a steady still by his erection and bucks to get even just a hint of your touch. 

Jake whimpers softly, dizzy with desire. “Please... god, please... you’re gonna make me-” he pants, the words catch in his throat as his fingers dig into the fabric of the seat. 

 It’s so near, his place is right around the corner yet it takes too long to get there. You shift your attention to the wheel, his body bare of your touch. 

Jake whines, the sound leaves his mouth completely against his will. You step on the gas, driving just a bit faster than allowed in the area. Jake feels like he’s spiralling, that floaty, needy place coming over him once again and every brush of the collar leaves him with a soft gasp, desperate for your touch. A wave of relief washes over you when you finally, finally park the car into his space.  

“mmmh” Jake can barely think straight, all his body needs is just a graze of your touch, he’s so tense so in need of pleasure. You make haste of your seat belt buckle and tilt your body to him. 

“please, please I’m fuck- I'm so close” he chokes out 

The sight of his desperation has you sighing and you reach forward to gently caress where his collar lies. Jake moans at your subtle touch, his entire body trembles with how close he already is. He can’t believe this, how just this collar alone is enough to push him so fucking far. 

“I... I dont want you to stop” His hands clench and unclench against his thighs, “God- fuck, I need m-more.” He gasps out, you see the way his tears roll down when he squeezes his eyes shut and you let out a moan, your pussy clenches around nothing, so fucking wet right now. 

You reach for the remote in a frenzy and click, Six. 

Your hand trails down his torso and stops right above his pelvis. Jake’s world suddenly spins as the collar tightens even more. 

He gasps, hard. 

A whine catches in the back of his throats as his hips arch up, looking for friction he can’t find, anything, just about anything to push him that extra inch.  

“Please fuck... please” he cries out, so pathetically, so fucking cute that even your breathing is heavy. “fuck! Can I- please can I?” He asks so fucking politely and you loose yourself, he hasn’t said yellow, no nothing, so you click again, one last final time to a level you haven’t tested. Seven.  “Course you can, go ahead you dirty little pup” you breathe out, leaning forward in your seat, the sight is magnetic. 

Jake screams out a broken noise, half sob, half whimper. The pressure is so much, too much, and your hand cups his hard-on, giving it one firm squeeze. He chokes out a dry groan, and then it happens, the moment his eyes roll back you lower the pressure, Five. 

His fingers curl against the back of his seat and his head is hung all the way back as a final gasp of air has him shuddering out his release.  

He spills out his seed shamelessly in his trousers, and once his thighs have relaxed back onto the seat, you lower the pressure completely, zero.  

The intensity of his release has you reeling and you need to give yourself a second to find your composure. 

His hands reach to cover his face before you can do anything. And he sobs, a wrecked cry. 

“..ngh, shit~” He’s heaving and you reach forward to pry his hands off his face. How dare he hide such a beautiful sight from you. A sliver of air sneaks up your dress as you bend forward, knees on the car seat, and you realize how embarrassingly wet you are, your panties cling to your heat.. 

“good boy~ you did so well” you praise him softly, hands gently cupping his face as you breathe him back to consciousness. He’s still panting, his tears rolls down and you lean forward to kiss them away. 

“Talk to me sweetheart” you whisper 

The rush of relief that follows his release leaves him shaky and vulnerable, the moment you pull him close, he collapses into you.  

“Fuck- god I'm so sorry, I- fuck, I- just want you to hold me please” 

And he’s much too ruined with his face buried into the crook of your neck to realize what he’s just done, and you almost consider letting it go... but you don’t. 

Where’s the fun in that. You WANT to punish him, to push him to a uncomfortable place he finds pleasure in. 

“Strike two” you whisper soflty against his ear, your hands petting his hair and soothing his back as he steadies himself against you. 

He wraps his arms around you and shakes his head as he lets out a quiet, exhausted laugh. “can’t you let that one go?” Jake mutters against your skin. 

He shivers when you shake your head, “where’s the fun in that, baby” 

“You’re cruel” he mumbles weakly. 

“you wanted mean.” 

“mmmh, fuck- yeah I do” 

Jake shifts his seat, and that’s when he notices the sticky wet patch against his skin. He groans softly, arms tightening around you. 

“Can we go upstairs...please...” he breathes. 

“yeah... just give me a minute, I feel so high” 

“hmm? What’s up?” Jake says quietly, his teary eyes are knit in confusion as he leans away to get a look at you. 

“You really have no idea how fucking hot that was” You mumble quietly, your arms rest on his shoulders, and his hand cheekily travels up your spine. 

“Is that so..?” God, he sounds so fucking cheeky right now, you can’t help but roll your eyes. It’s almost like he wasn’t just panting for release moments ago. You shoot him a pointed glance and he smirks, this wave of playfulness that has washed over him has your heart fluttering. 

“You’re cute” 

“Are you really that wet right now?” 

He’s talking a lot for someone who’s still half panting. 

“Oh fuck off, you say that like you didn’t just jizz your pants, solely on the feeling of being choked” 

You settle back into your seat and reach to turn the engine off. 

“touché..” 

You grab your purse, and the bag from the grocery store before handing Jake the keys. 

“okay, Let’s go” 

The walk upstairs is quiet, charged but quiet. Jake seems to be in a rush, he tries to keep a few steps ahead of you and you let him. In no need to rush things, you had the entire night to ruin him. You hear the lock click open only to look up and see Jake standing obediently by the half opened door, there’s a certain devotion in his gaze as he watches you climb up the last few steps.  

Your hand accidentally brushes against your purse and he gasps, oh boy this is going to be fun. You brush past Jake as you enter his place before him, and you can see that even your silence has him slipping back into his submissive side. 

Jake enters and scurries to take his boots off. You stand quietly, leaning against the wall with your gaze trained on him. 

“you’re so fucking adorable, I’m going to love you so nice”, you say in a controlled manner as you take one step forward. 

Jake shudders and you notice the clumsy way he misses to pull his foot out of the shoe. 

The moment he looks up after having taken off both shoes you lunge at him and grab him by the lapels of his leather jacket. Jake swears under his breath “fuck, you’re going to wreck me” 

You smirk as you guide him backwards at an excruciating pace, he stumbles over his foot and you take that chance to pull him against you as your back hits the wall. 

You press further into him and drag your hand over to his neck and brush your fingers against the collar. 

“I’m gonna go insane” he whispers under his breath, anticipating your every move. 

You snake your arms around his shoulders slowly, everything about the way you’re being right now is deliberate. 

“you’re going to be good for me yeah?” You mumble against his ear, your lips brush the corner of his jaw, and he melts into every bit of your touch, his body molds into yours, and the intensity of your firm gaze has his knees going weak. “Yeah,” He gasps out, “I promise... I’ll be so good...” 

And that does it, you pull him down with a harsh tug and connect your lips in a slow, wet kiss. So much so that you can feel your lipgloss smudge against his lips. 

Jake whimpers into your mouth, the painful feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder makes his breath hitch. He presses closer desperately, kissing back, needing to taste more of you, all of you that he’s already so close to breaking a second time, the only thought plaguing his mind is the idea of kneeling for you and promising to be on his best behavior for you. 

The kiss is long, the two of you relish the feel of the other’s lips and when you pull- no, when you push his face away from yours. 

You slip your hands into the opening of his jacket and push it halfway off his arms. 

“Take your jacket and your sweater off” you command 

“I want to see the collar on your skin, want to see how my puppy looks” 

Jake shivers at the control your voice carries, it drives him to desperation as he scurries to slip his jacket off. 

“Tell me what else” 

His hands fly to the hem of his sweater and he tugs it off, the black of the collar against his pretty skin creates a contrast so sensual that you suck in a breath. The second he’s bare chested, Jake drops to his knees right there on the floor in front of you like a goddamn worshiper. 

“Tell me how you want me,” he pants out. 

Your heels slick as you step forward, the scheming smirk on your lipstick smudged lips not lost on Jake, you put your thigh forward, a silent command for him to place his face there, be the puppy you want him to be. Your hands reach to ruffle his hair, not gentle, but rather exactly how you would pet a dog. 

“Tell me what you need Jakey, Be a good pup, and let me know” You coo at him. 

He whines against your thigh, his lips brush against the fabric of your dress as he nuzzles into you like a desperate animal, begging for affection.  

“I want to taste you baby” He mumbles against your leg, his hands already cupping your ankle, “please. Let me- let me eat you out.” 

You trail your hand down the side of his face, pushing his away from your thigh as you take hold of his jaw. You bend over just so he can get a proper look at your face. 

“Aww, Jakey, I don’t think puppies can talk” your voice is firm and your eyes are wide, Jake realizes his mistake and stammers out an apology in a daze as he drags his hand to his thighs. 

“I-I’m sorry”  

And then he freezes, his entire body goes rigid as it hits him. That was the third time, his eyes widen in panic, and his lips part to stammer out something that isn’t quite an apology. 

“No no no-” he whimpers, “I didn’t- fuck I didn’t mean that!” 

He drops his forehead against your knee like a sinner begging for forgiveness, and all you do is chuckle, a slow, evil chuckle. 

“I just told you puppies can’t talk Jakey, I thought you were a smart puppy” 

You click your tongue in correction as you pet the back of his neck. 

“you know what sound puppies make, don’t you?” you say softly as you nudge his cheek with your knee. 

Jake whimpers, high and pathetic. He knows exactly what you’re asking for now and his face burns with the humiliation of it all.  

“...” 

“...Arf,” he mumbles, voice cracking on the sound. 

It’s so fucking embarrassing but god, is his cock twitches just by saying it out loud, like some pervert on the streets. And boy does that shit-eating grin on your face do things to him, He’s looking up at you with those adorable puppy eyes and you reach forward to cup his cheeks, and then ruffling his hair once again. 

“good boyy~” You coo in a high pitches voice, exactly as you would a dog. You squat in front of him, dropping to his eye level. 

“But you know the rules Jakey, three strikes. So now you get punished,” Your voice is so excruciatingly gentle when you speak to him he feels like a fucking idiot because of how down bad he is for you. 

“no, Stay” You command, enunciating it the same way you would for an animal that isn’t fluent in your language. 

Jake lets out another soft whimper when you start to pull away, the command makes it even worse because he can’t follow you around as your heels tap all the way back to where you had dropped the bag from the convenience store. 

“Arf...” he barks weakly, sounding even more desperate than before, the need to be good for you mixing with the humiliation of what you’re making him do brings him close to tears. 

You silently make your way to the kitchen, grabbing for a plate.  

“Take your pants off and then go back to being a dog” You call out from the kitchen. 

He lets out a soft whine at your command, the curiosity of what you’re planning is killing him but he follows. 

“Y-yes,” He stands on trembling legs to take his pants off, he folds them neatly and puts them on a chair nearby before dropping back onto his knees. His soiled underwear on full display. 

You practically throw the plastic plate in front of him as you grunt in mock disappointment, his gaze is lowered to the floor and all he can see is the way your heels stomp closer to him. 

“How many time to I need to tell you!” 

“puppies . Don't . Fucking . Talk.” 

Jale swallows hard at the discontent in your voice, he holds back another apology. He feels so exposed and so vulnerable right now, the way you’re talking down on him along with the lack of clothes makes him shiver, and then slowly he looks up at you, afraid that the disappointment might have manifested on your face. He just wants to be good for you. 

“...Arf” he whimpers faintly. 

He knows he needs to behave, to follow your rules to keep out of trouble. 

“get on all fours” You instruct plainly with no affection in your voice, 

Jake obeys immediately, dropping forward on his palms without hesitation. The motion leaves him even more exposed, bent over with his face flushes and his back arched. 

You bend over and take a can of whipped cream out of the black bag, moving to squeeze out a few blobs on the plate that sits a few inches from him. 

His breathing has already started to quicken as he waits for your next command, the sound of the whipped cream squeezing out only makes his heart pound. 

“hmmm, let’s see” You murmur as you hold a hand out, “Paw” 

Jake whines at the demeaning command, the single sound making it clear just how far he’s gone. He feels so stupid bent over the floor in front you in nothing but his spoiled underwear, but being completely at your mercy is exhilarating and so he does exactly as you ask. 

He lifts his trembling hand and puts it in your open palm. 

Jake’s heart quickens when you smile, and you reach over to ruffle his hair.  

“That’s it Jakey” 

Jake melts under your touch, leaning into your palm as your hand rakes through his locks. That’s all he want right now, to be your good boy. The praise and attention send a wave of pleasure through him and embarrassingly though, his cock hardens again. 

“now, sit” 

He immediately goes back to kneeling, he’s shaking now as he looks up at you with wide eager eyes. 

“...Arf...arf!” He barks, insisting on being whatever you need him to be. And to that your smile widens at his enthusiasm as you caress his cheek.  

“Okay, now roll over Jakey”  His brows are furrowed as he looks up at you, almost like this is close to too much, but he doesn’t say red, he doesn’t say yellow. Instead, he lowers his body back down to all floor and rolls over, scurrying to crawl back to you. 

“Ooh, you’re so well trained aren’t you” You praise him while you cup his jaw and affectionately shake his head. 

“Lie on your back for me” 

This time the command isn’t charged, it isn’t said like how an owner talks to a pet. It’s plain and cold. And Jake complies, he turns over and bares his front to you. The wet patch on his grey underwear is still painfully obvious. “mmmf... arf”  

“there we go~” 

You bring over the cock ring, hiding it behind your back as you kneel by his side. He shivers when you caress his skin. 

“Does this puppy like belly rubss?” 

Jake’s breathing already feels uneven before you even touch him. 

You don’t rush. That’s the worst part. 

You let your fingers hover over his stomach again, slow… thoughtful… like you’re studying him, memorizing every twitch in his muscles, every shallow inhale he can’t quite steady. Your gaze drags across him with deliberate slowness, lips curled into that knowing smile that makes heat crawl up his neck. 

He squirms anyway. 

“…stay,” you remind him softly. 

Jake freezes instantly, back flattening to the floor, though his fingers curl helplessly against the carpet. His chest rises and falls too fast, eyes locked on your hands like they’re about to decide his fate. 

You tilt your head. 

“Look at you,” you murmur, almost fond. “Already shaking and I haven’t even started.” 

He lets out a weak, breathy whine before he can stop it, biting his lip in embarrassment. 

Your fingers finally descend — not tickling. Just tracing. Slow, lazy circles across the center of his stomach. Light enough to make him hyperaware, not enough to give him anything to react to. 

Jake exhales shakily, shoulders lowering a fraction. 

Then you drag one nail lightly up his side. 

He jerks with a sharp gasp, a startled bark slipping out before he can swallow it down. His hips twitch, knees threatening to curl inward, but he forces himself still, eyes squeezing shut as he fights the instinct to squirm. 

“Oh?” you hum, clearly delighted. “Sensitive there?” 

Jake shakes his head immediately, mortified, breath stuttering. 

You smile wider. 

“Let’s test that.” 

Your fingers dance away again, abandoning the spot entirely. Instead, you ghost them across his ribs, barely grazing, then retreat. Down his side. Pause. Across his lower stomach. Pause again. 

Every hesitation stretches him tighter. 

He doesn’t know when it’s coming. 

His breathing turns ragged, anticipation twisting through him worse than the touch itself. Small, helpless sounds leak out every time your nails almost scratch somewhere sensitive but stop just short. 

“You’re holding so still,” you praise softly, thumb brushing along the edge of his collar. “Such a disciplined puppy.” 

His chest swells at that, pride and humiliation tangling together until his face burns crimson. He nods quickly, eyes glassy, desperate to keep being good. 

You lean closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. 

“Think you can keep it up?” 

“…arf,” he manages, shaky but determined. 

You hum approvingly… and then you strike. 

Both hands descend at once, fingers skittering mercilessly across his ribs, sides, stomach — fast, unpredictable, relentless. Not teasing anymore. Not slow. 

Jake explodes into sound. 

A startled yelp breaks into breathless laughter, high and uncontrollable as his back arches violently off the floor. His hands flail for half a second before slapping back down, trying — failing — to obey. His entire body twists under your hands, muscles spasming as your fingers chase every sensitive spot he tries to protect. 

“A—arf—! Hah—! Nn—arf!” The noises tumble out of him, broken barks tangled with helpless giggles and whimpers he can’t contain. 

You shift, digging your fingers into his sides, then fluttering across his stomach again before darting up to his ribs. He jerks wildly, breath hitching, face flushed so red it spreads down his chest. 

“There it is,” you croon, mercilessly scribbling your nails along his lower ribs. “That’s my noisy puppy.” 

Jake thrashes, laughter turning breathless, desperate. His legs kick weakly against the floor, toes curling as he tries to curl inward and can’t — trapped under your steady hands, under your watchful gaze, under the command to stay. 

“Arf—! Arf—!” he barks louder now, voice cracking, eyes squeezed shut as tears prick at the corners from the overwhelming sensation. 

Your hands don’t slow. 

You drag them down, scratching lightly along his stomach before diving back up to his ribs again, faster this time, relentless, drawing sharp yelps and wheezing laughter from deep in his chest. His whole body shakes beneath you, breath coming in frantic gasps between helpless sounds. 

“Listen to you,” you tease, breath warm near his ear as your fingers dance across his sides again. “Making such a mess of yourself.” 

Jake shakes his head weakly, laughter breaking into breathless whining, his collar shifting as he tosses helplessly against the floor. He tries to hold still — tries so hard — but every time your fingers find a new sensitive spot, he jolts like he’s been shocked, barking helplessly between ragged breaths. 

Finally, when his laughter dissolves into breathless wheezing, muscles trembling and completely spent, your hands slow… then stop. 

The sudden absence of sensation hits him almost as hard as the tickling did. 

Jake collapses fully against the floor, chest heaving, curls damp against his forehead, soft whimpers still escaping him as aftershocsks ripple through his body. His eyes blink open slowly, glassy and unfocused, immediately searching for you. 

But you’re not there, waiting fir him with open arms, no you’re sitting closer to his hips, hands on the band of his underwear and an unfamiliar device in hand. 

“..mrrf..?”  

His voice is so weak, so strained that you shoot him a warm smile, your hands dip into his undies and grip around his already hardened and wet cock.  

The feel is so raw in your hand that even you let out a whispered moan. 

“You’re quite big aren’t you?” 

Jake moans quietly when you squeeze him and tug on the cock ring, adjusting it right under the swell of his tip. His cock trembles before pushing out a small string of precum.  

His hands tremble towards yours, a subtle gesture asking for your gaze. And you’re more than willing to comply, your fingers graze his shaft with gentle strokes as you turn to look at Jake. 

“yes?”  

His mouth opens, but he says nothing. You notice his eyes wander, as he thinks of how to say what he needs to, but his mind is so dazed by humiliation that he just clicks his tongue and drops his head back on the floor. You squeeze, hard, once ,and his throat bobs. 

“nnngh!” 

His thighs shudder, and you click the ring on. It hums rythmically as it vibrates and Jake arches into the floor, a quiet sob escapes him. But you don’t acknowledge it, no comforting words, no praise. 

You don’t rush. That’s the worst part. 

You let your fingers hover over his stomach again, slow… thoughtful… like you’re studying him, memorizing every twitch in his muscles, every shallow inhale he can’t quite steady. Your gaze drags across him with deliberate slowness, lips curled into that knowing smile that makes heat crawl up his neck. 

He squirms anyway. 

“…stay,” you remind him softly. 

Jake freezes instantly, back flattening to the floor, though his fingers curl helplessly against the carpet. His chest rises and falls too fast, eyes locked on your hands like they’re about to decide his fate. 

You tilt your head. 

“Look at you,” you murmur, almost fond. “Already shaking and I haven’t even started.” 

He lets out a weak, breathy whine before he can stop it, biting his lip in embarrassment. 

Your fingers finally descend — not tickling. Just tracing. Slow, lazy circles across the center of his stomach. Light enough to make him hyperaware, not enough to give him anything to react to. 

Jake exhales shakily, shoulders lowering a fraction. 

Then you drag one nail lightly up his side. 

He jerks with a sharp gasp, a startled bark slipping out before he can swallow it down. His hips twitch, knees threatening to curl inward, but he forces himself still, eyes squeezing shut as he fights the instinct to squirm. 

“Oh?” you hum, clearly delighted. “Sensitive here?” 

Jake shakes his head immediately, mortified, breath stuttering. 

You smile wider. 

“Let’s test that.” 

Your fingers dance away again, abandoning the spot entirely. Instead, you ghost them across his ribs, barely grazing, then retreat. Down his side. Pause. Across his lower stomach. Pause again. 

Every hesitation stretches him tighter. 

He doesn’t know when it’s coming. 

The soft hum of the ring, and the feel of it buzzing against him drives him crazy. 

His breathing turns ragged, anticipation twisting through him worse than the touch itself. Small, helpless sounds leak out every time your nails almost scratch somewhere sensitive but stop just short. 

“You’re holding so still,” you praise softly, thumb brushing along the edge of his collar. “Such a disciplined puppy.” 

His chest swells at that, pride and humiliation tangling together until his face burns crimson. He nods quickly, eyes glassy, desperate to keep being good. 

You lean closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. 

“Think you can keep it up?” 

“…arf,” he manages, shaky but determined. 

You hum approvingly… and then you strike. 

Both hands descend at once, fingers skittering mercilessly across his ribs, sides, stomach — fast, unpredictable, relentless. Not teasing anymore. Not slow. 

Jake explodes into sound. 

The ring vibrates around him and he can’t do anything but let his body take whatever you give him, his thighs tremble and his mouth just whines incoherently, completely at your mercy. 

A startled yelp breaks into breathless laughter, high and uncontrollable as his back arches violently off the floor. His hands flail for half a second before slapping back down, trying but failing to obey. His entire body twists under your hands, muscles spasming as your fingers chase every sensitive spot he tries to protect. 

“A-arf-! Hah-! Nn-arf!” The noises tumble out of him, broken barks tangled with helpless giggles and whimpers he can’t contain. 

You shift, digging your fingers into his sides, then fluttering across his stomach again before darting up to his ribs. He jerks wildly, breath hitching, face flushed so red it spreads down his chest. 

“There it is,” you croon, mercilessly scribbling your nails along his lower ribs. “That’s my noisy puppy.” 

Jake thrashes, laughter turning breathless, desperate. His legs kick weakly against the floor, toes curling as he tries to curl inward and can’t, trapped under your steady hands, under your watchful gaze, under the command to stay. 

“Arf—! Arf—!” he barks louder now, voice cracking, eyes squeezed shut as tears prick at the corners from the overwhelming sensation. 

Your hands don’t slow. 

And neither does the cock ring, Jake cries out as it reaches the point where his cock threatens to burst at any point. 

You drag them down, scratching lightly along his stomach before diving back up to his ribs again, faster this time, relentless, drawing sharp yelps and wheezing laughter from deep in his chest. His whole body shakes beneath you, breath coming in frantic gasps between helpless sounds. 

“Listen to you,” you tease, breath warm near his ear as your fingers dance across his sides again. “Making such a mess of yourself.” 

Jake shakes his head weakly, laughter breaking into breathless whining, his collar shifting as he tosses helplessly against the floor. He tries to hold still, tries so hard, but every time your fingers find a new sensitive spot, he jolts like he’s been shocked, barking helplessly between ragged breaths. 

And in the high of it all his cock starts leaking, he’s panting, moaning, crying and his thighs squeeze, tight. Short, thin ropes of white fizzle out of his tip. 

Finally, when his laughter dissolves into breathless wheezing, muscles trembling and completely spent, your hands slow… then stop. 

The sudden absence of sensation hits him almost as hard as the tickling did. 

Jake collapses fully against the floor, chest heaving, curls damp against his forehead, soft whimpers still escaping him as aftershocks ripple through his body. His eyes blink open slowly, glassy and unfocused, immediately searching for you. 

“did- Did you cum?” 

It’s just as much of shock to him as it is to you, Jake’s burning with embarrassment, but he does nothing, you haven’t asked him to. 

“nghf-hic”  

he’s whimpering? No, sobbing quietly against the floor, and you’re taken aback. It’s not that the high of pleasuring him so cruelly has sobered... it’s something different, something so sweet that it forces you to a stop.  

Your mind clears for a moment and you trail your gaze up his delicious body to his beautiful face, this is dangerous. He’s dangerous, everything about him is so endearing to you in this moment that you just lean forward and tap his shoulder, 

“Sit baby, c’mon” Jake’s too distracted by the foreign sensations his body has come to find pleasurable to notice the way your voice softens. He pulls himself back up and sits on his knees in front of you. Finally eye to eye. 

Jake sighs when you cup his jaw, the ring still vibrating. 

you lean forward and place a soft kiss against his temple, “You’ve been so good for me, d’you think you’ve learnt your lesson?” 

“Mmhm- ruff..” 

He says weakly, his hands slide up to rest on your arms as he squirms on the floor. 

It’s endearing how well trained he is, how malleable he’s willing to be for you. 

You pepper a few more kisses around his eye before pulling back to create just enough space for him to get on all fours, and he understands. 

Thighs still trembling, “nngh...” 

The whip cream can makes a rough sound as you dispense a medium sized dollop on the palm of your hand. Jake looks at you expectantly, licking his lips. 

You hold out your hand to him, a gentle smile on your face, but the way your hand twitches in anticipation of the wetness of tongue mirrors the way your eyes are darkened. 

“Here Jakey, you could use a treat” 

He inches closer, his gaze meeting yours before he drags the tip of his nose down your forearm, his lashes fluttering as he does, his tongue darts out somehwere around your wrist and you can’t help but sigh. 

Even in his state, he’s putting in the effort to give you pleasure in his little ways and that on its own is enough to make your heart flutter, but that on top of the way Jake glances up at you as he licks at the top of the dollop and slowly swallows the cream is enough to send you into a coma. 

Your heart is beating so fast and Jake slowly inches closer to the sensitive skin of your palm, a fraction of the cream collects around his lips and as he goes in for another lick you feel his tongue lap against your skin. 

It’s such an oddly endearing gesture that your lips part open, and before you know it, you’re feeling him so intently that you don’t even realize how he has licked your palm clean and how he’s looking at you with whip cream around his small smirk. 

“...wuff?” 

He looks too smug for his own good, now you have to drag this out just a little longer, just enough to have him begging with his eyes again. 

“you want more, boy?” 

He nods. Eagerly, his gaze is playful as it darts from your eyes to your lips, his smirk widens.  

You bring the plate from earlier closer and place it in front of him. 

“here you go”  

Your voice is plain as you move to stand back up, your heels clack against the floor and jake’s ears perk to the sound of your steps. Though a sharp click of his tongue has him snapping his head back to the plate and he cranes his neck down to begin licking up the dollops of cream. 

You settle into the chair behind him, and watch him.  

Your foot inches closer to his knees connected to the floor, the humming of the ring still has his thighs trembling, and if you look hard enough you can see how his stomach flexes periodically at the sensation. 

Soon enough the point of your shoe touches the inside of his thigh, and his back straightens in turn. You peer over, the plate still uncleaned. 

“Don’t mind me... go baack to your treat” you say absentmindedly as you guide your focus back to the shiver in his leg. Your show drags up the inside of his thigh. 

“nnghhh- ha” 

You press, the pressure has him spreading his legs just a few inches apart and you can’t help but scoff at how willingly he’s allowing you the space to ruin him. Your shoe drags further up, right to the inner joint of his thigh and you notice the way the tremble spreads through his spine. 

You push up, his balls settle comfortable on the front of your stiletto and he swears under his breath, a quiet, breathy “-fuck” but you choose to let it slide. 

One small move further along, and the tip of your show grazes the underside of his dick, the otherwise constant hum of the ring falters at your action. This change almost has Jake falling on his face but he catches himself on his elbows. His spine arches up and his lower half bares itself to you. 

He’s panting as he licks up the cream, you push one last time, the rhythm falters again and his ass pushes back. 

You lower your shoe, just a few inches away before punting forward 

“unghh-” 

You kick, not gentle but not harmfully painful. 

“arf!?” 

You do it again and then again, the humming falters and his back arches further. Until he’s finished licking up the cream and his head is hung low whilst he struggles to balance himself like a filthy animal. His thighs threaten to give out and he’s left a whimpering mess, so close yet so far from where he needs to be. 

Jake can’t figure if he should thank you or cry because of how low you set the vibration to low. It’s barely there but at the same time he can feel all of it. 

“You like this?”  Your voice leaves your mouth sounding more degrading than you had intended it to be and he whines, like he’s being brought close to tears and then he nods, shamelessly so. And his complacency gets too your head like nothing else, you feel that same rush of drunkenness you had felt in the car and  you kick once more, hard. This time on the curve of his ass so that he falls forward, his face lands sideways against the ground and you lean over to see some left over cream on the tip of his nose. 

“cute.” 

You press your shoe into his skin, just hard enough to inflict a bearable amount of pain, the heel digs into his plush flesh. 

“Ugh-” He groans, his hands claw at the floor. 

“P-pl-ha. Aurff~” He manages, finding it most difficult to keep from pleading for more or for less, whatever you’re willing to give or take from him. 

You can’t help but chuckle at Jake’s almost slip-up, you get up on your feet and raise your foot again, this time pressing into the small of his back, his legs scramble for a second before he stills and clenches his thighs. 

“you’re so much more fun than I had expected Jakey” 

You lift, and move up, now in the middle of his back, just below where his ribs would start. 

“mmph-”  He groans yet again, but makes no move to stop you, taking what you give like the good boy he his. 

You repeat, lift and move up, pressing against his shoulder now. You see the way he turns his head to catch a glimpse of how his skin looks under your shoe. His gaze is so hungry and he whines at not being able to see. 

“You want to see, pup?” 

“hmph” he nods, and you listen. 

Lifting your shoe and putting back onto the ground, moving to stand in front of him, he looks at your heels with thirst so raw that you feel the way your panties are sticking to you when you clench. “here you go, love” 

You move your right foot slowly, lifting it and then pressing it into his arm, and he looks, no stares, at the way his skin conforms to the two points of your shoe, so dazed by the sight that he doesn’t realize how hard he’s biting his lips, his tears begin to fall, slowly, sending a hot tantalizing shiver to your core and so, you don’t stop pressing until he gives in, you keep going, harder and harder till- 

“ngh-” 

-he breaks. Jakes tugs his arm and you lift your shoe and bend down to his level. You notice the way his teeth have marked his lip and move to lift him up so he kneels, he lets you guide him and whimpers when his twitching cock brushes against anything. 

His cum is just dripping down in the slowest of streaks, no climax or anything just a constant release. His breathing is heavy. 

“There, there. I've got you baby.”  You cup his cheeks and look at him just a second longer, taking in the way his tears and bitten lips make him look so ruined. You lean forward and kiss away his tears, letting the salty flavor melt through your lips to your tongue. 

“You’re so pretty Jake” you whisper against his cheek. 

His hands clench and unclench, contemplating whether or not he is allowed to touch you or not, but he waits. 

Your thumb rubs small, gentle circles around his temple in a soothing manner, and his eyes flutter shut. The weight of the collar digs into his clavicle, and the weight of the still humming cock ring tugs down his hardened cock. 

“you did so good Jake, took your punishment so well,” you coo next to his ears, a whisper so sultry that he moans at just the sound of it and reaches for your thighs to ground himself. 

“awoof...” 

You kiss his bitten lips softly and move to unclasp the collar, “You’re so pretty baby, So good for me” 

You set the collar aside and open your arms for Jake, he hesitates, eyeing your dress, afraid that his leaking cock will ruin it and you smirk. 

“you can talk baby, collar’s off” you whisper quietly, amused at how well trained he is. 

“y-your dress...” he says quietly, like he’s testing his voice, his eyes look into yours for confirmation and you nod. 

“it’ll get dirty..” 

His concern is endearing, and your dress did cost you a pretty penny, but right now you want him in your arms just as bad as he wants to be in them. So, not bothered to take it off, you reach over and tug his strained cock into his underwear, making sure it’s tucked properly under the waistband.  

“you’re not dirty, Jakey...” 

He moves and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, letting his body go limp in your embrace. 

“you’re so sweet, ngh-arff-” He murmurs into your skin, so quiet that it sounds like it’s meant more for him than it is for you and that is probably the case. His arms snake around your waist and lets out soft whimpers as his stimulated cock brushes against the cotton constantly. 

Sweet huh?  

He still can’t stop himself from barking and calls you sweet. Now you’re curious to see just how long he’ll bark for you. 

“Should I reward this puppy now?” you ask softly, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his ear. Your hands work soothing tugs in his hair. 

“mm, arff... yes” he mumbles, and you slowly untangle him from yourself to stand, to see if he’ll follow. 

He doesn’t. 

Instead, he whimpers at the loss of your warmth, still kneeling in front of you. 

“tell me then. Tell me what you want Jakey” 

His eyes threaten to roll back at just the notion of asking for something. He moves forward, no words or anything, just the heavy sometimes whining from the vibrations of the ring. 

Jake nuzzles his nose against your pelvis, moving down to just press it against your mound through your dress. 

“Use your mouth baby, I don’t know what you mean” 

You tease, pretty sure your gaze holds more hunger than his. Your words were meant for him to talk to you but he doesn’t do that. 

He looks up at you pleadingly before leaning in and licking a stripe up the top of your thigh to your mound, sucking lightly at the fabric like it’ll give in and let him taste you. 

“You... you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” You huff out, his desperation is so intoxicating, it calls to you like an addiction. You drag your foot across his cock and then up his torso to his chest. 

“No one’s this hot by accident” 

“aunh-fuck” he whines when you push hard against his chest. pressing him so that he’s lying on the ground, and you moan at the sight. 

You slip your panties off in a hurry and throw them on his wet bulging crotch. He groans and his hips buck up, he reaches down to bring your soaked, wet panties to his nose and starts sucking on the fabric, his other hand moves to palm his erect and leaking cock. 

You scoff. 

“You dirty dog” 

You slide your show under his wrist and move his hand away, leaning down and releasing his cock from his underwear. You increment the vibration of the ring to a higher intensity, and he groans. 

“You really are a pervert aren’t you. Asked to eat my pussy and now what? You're palming yourself while breathing the air through my panties” 

You reach forward and throw the panties away, and with a shaky sigh you step to position yourself above his shoulder, Jake can see right up your dress and when it dawns on him just what you’re planning to do, he groans, so desperately that his hands trail up your ankles. 

His legs twitch until his knees are folded and his feet are flat against the floor.  

He’s licking his lips like a hungered fool. 

“Fuck- please. God please”  His breathing is even heavier, his cock bounces against his stomach, and the rings presses tighter. 

“Please what? You bitch” You sneer, he whines. 

“fuck, please baby, sit on my face. Fuck please” 

You lower yourself, hovering above his chin, and just as you’re about to shift into a more practical position Jake reaches around your legs and drag your forward, your dress hitches up to your hips and he moans at the proximity. 

Your heat radiates so close to him that his mouth is watering. 

“Fuck, thank you. Thank you- ngh so much” 

He says before burying his lips into your heat, he pulls you even closer, the tip of his nose rests just under your clit bobbing as he laps at your soaking entrance. 

“haa-” You sigh, before sucking in a harsh breath as you straighten up against him. 

Jake’s grip on your thighs is bruising, he’s so desperately licking you up. He’s moaning against your heat and the vibrations are sending you in a frenzy. 

“look at you so eager-ngh” 

Jake’s hand move to rock you against his face and you clench so tight that his tongue can’t enter. “nghh-fuck.” He whines before pulling you flush against his mouth, instead opting o rock his face against your dripping pussy. “ha- taste so good” he groans as he pushes his tongue into your entrance and your body jolts into a steady rhythm as you glide your pussy across his face, riding him slowly, savoring the way his nose pushing at your clit. 

The noises that are leaving your lips are so desperate that you don’t even realize Jake has stopped lapping in his steady pace and has started just weakly moaning against your lips, occasionally lapping at your entrance at your clit, you move down and brush it against his plush lips, he whines and sucks on it lightly and swirls his tongue around the small nub. 

His body begin shaking under yours, but you pay it no heed and just ride his face to oblivion, rubbing against his nose and then his mouth, bringing yourself closer and closer to release. During which you slip up, and accidentally press harder against his face than you had intended and Jake groans, “anh- fuck-ha" He inhales your scent and you feel a spurt of something wet on your hand that’s resting on his stomach. 

And that’s when you hear it, the Harsh hum of the ring, fuck- he just fucking spurted cum even with the cock ring fastened tight around him. 

Strings of moans and whines escape his lovely lips, and you feel higher than you ever have. And so, you press harder, riding his face with carelessness you weren’t aware you were capable of. At this point you’re just using his face and he’s panting, gasping for air while his fingers dig into your thighs and pull you in closer. 

“Fuck- Jake, mm’so close” 

You sigh out, your thighs start to tremble and everything starts feeling a bit more intense than before, you clench once. Then twice, Jake pushes his tongue inside and starts slurping at whatever you give him, and then you feel it. 

That familiar knot in your stomach tugged undone, and your grasping at his hair, pulling at it as you try not to crush him as you ride out your high. 

“...fuck-” you moan breathlessly, your mind is still shifting into consciousness when Jake lets out a rather desperate whine,   “Auuunghhh, fuck!” 

You lift off him and he convulses, curling into himself on his side as his cock spurts out his release a second time at the taste of you. 

His body is there shaking as he sobs through his orgasm.. 

“nngh- too much fuck arf-” 

He scrambles at words, anything that’ll get you to stop this torture, but you wait, your pussy throbbing from your own climax. 

You weakly shift down his torso to see his swollen tip twitching as it spurts put more cum that falls onto his trembling legs and twitching stomach. 

“anhh- fuck please- please" 

Jake’s underwear is fully soaked, spoiled with half dry cum mixed with more recent wetter semen.  

“aww, you made such a mess” 

Jake shakes his head, hiding his face behind his arms as he continues to sob.  

“S’okay, I’ll help you clean up” 

He winces when your cold hands slide down his stomach and rest at the waistband of his underwear, his entire body is shaking still, the intensity of what you just did making him weak and utterly at your mercy like some helpless toy. He whimpers when your hand brushes against his overstimulated cock as you make work to slide it off his legs, his eyes are still watering. 

You take off the cock ring as well. 

 Jake whines with the most pathetic little noises like he’s some damn puppy begging for comfort. 

“You alright?” you ask softly, as you wipe his cum off his leg and stomach with a tissue. 

His cock is finally soft against his crotch, immune to the constant hum, he exhales deeply. 

You move to tug his hands away so you can look at his face. His eyes are sealed shut, and his lips are quivering. “d-dunno..” he mumbles. 

“aww, c’mere baby” 

You pat your thigh, signaling for him to place his head on the plush limb. 

Jake is still so damn sensitive that even the simple act of crawling up to rest his head on your lap feels like an overload, but he does it anyway with no hesitation. His face presses against your thigh immediately, nuzzling into you like the desperate puppy he is, yours, your pup. 

“You did so well for me, my pretty puppy” 

“arf...” he whimpers weakly. 

You can’t help but let out a low chuckle as you slowly run your fingers through his hair. 

“Why’re you still barking?” 

He nuzzles closer to you, his eyes falling shit as he soaks up the affection and praise you’re giving him, his body is still trembling but the way you touch him is like a soothing balm, he whines softly, in relief. “ngh- dunno” he mumbles weakly. 

Your hands trail down his cheeks, you wipe away the last of his tears before bending down to kiss his ear twice. 

Jake lets out a shaky exhale at the feel of your lips, his hands clutch around your thighs like an anchor now,, “mmrf...” 

“C’mon, lets get cleaned up,” 

Jake jolts, he turns to look up at you, his eyes widened like a puppies, and his pretty pink lips pursed in his signature pout. “We’re done?” 

You pause, tilting your head to understand where his eagerness is coming form , he was only just shaking and sobbing because of how overspent he was. 

“What was that? Your fourth time? Fifth?” 

“...i don’t know, b-but I can give you more” he whispers quietly. 

“Oh? Is that so?” 

You move to hover beside him and place a long loving kiss by the corner of his lips before trailing your hand down his smooth stomach to take hold of his softened shaft. 

“...h-ha-” 

Jake lets out a shaky sigh, his body hasn't quiet decided whether it’s finished or bracing for more. One hand rests weaky over his stomach, the other is curled against the floor like he needs something to hold onto. 

You squeeze once, his cock twitches. 

“gah-” Jake whimpers, more out of startled surprise than actual pain, his head lulls to your side, eyes still squeezed shut.  

“I-fuck, I just c-camee,” His hand slowly reaches for your wrist, to hold you still. 

You lean forward and kiss the side of his nose, giving him some kind of grounding before you slide your hand up, slowly, 

“I know Jakey, but you said-” you murmur against his temple, his cock hardens in your hold and he whines so aimlessly, his lips quiver as he lets out a quiet sob. 

“Fuckk-” 

His dick feels fucking claustrophobic because of how much it’s been stimulated, he lets out a gasp when your hand slides down his shaft and he bucks into your hands before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

“w-wait, please just wait” 

And you stop, for a few moments, and just as you are about to move again his grip on your wrist tightens. He attempts to kiss your jaw, but everything about him is so loose that he just ends up licking your skin. 

“I- You- you only came once,” He says breathlessly. 

“that’s okay baby, making you feel good makes me feel good...” You reason softly as you reach to pry his hand off your wrist, but he resists. 

“n-no, I want to make you feel good” 

You pause, unsure which part of your answer he didn’t register, but you understand how his mind might be hazy so you repeat once again. 

“you are making me feel good Jakey”  

This time he’s more adamant. His grip might be weaker than usual in this moment, but it is still stronger than yours, which goes to show how much he weakens for you. 

Jake slowly rolls you over onto your back and hovers, his arms are weak and shaky but he leans forward and kisses down your forehead to your eyes, nose before finally capturing your lips. 

“please let me fuck you?..”  “I don’t want you pushing you too far Jakey...”  “Y-you can’t” 

“Jake...” You echo cautiously, more to convince yourself than to deter him. 

“I- please... arf..?”  He begs in his own unique way as he brushes his nose against the corner of your jaw, peppering your neck with small kisses, and you can’t help but sigh into them. Who are you to stop him if both of you want it. 

“mm’kay” 

He licks a long stripe from the hollow of your neck to your lips before devouring them in an intoxicating kiss. You wrap your arms around him and return his kiss, moving deliciously against his parted lips. 

Jake pulls back before you do and lifts you to sit so that he can slip you out of your clothes, first the dress and then the bra. 

“Fuck- you’re so pretty”  He takes one of your nipples in his hand while he swirls his tongue around the other and your pussy clenches aimlessly around nothing.  

Jake slowly guides you onto the floor, his mouth is sloppy, desperate, like he’s trying to make up for every second he spent lost in his own pleasure. His tongue drags wet circles around your nipple while his fingers work the other, pinching and rolling until you’re arching into him. 

“Jake~” Your voice comes out breathier than you intended. Your fingers thread through his soft locks tugging gently. 

He hums against your skin as he looks up at you with glassy eyes, blown pupils and  that beautiful pout of his.  

“Can- can I touch you, please” 

“ha-” you sigh “Yes, I’d really like it if you touched me sweetheart” You say somewhat playfully, impatient, earning a cute chuckle from jake, the type that makes his voice sound more seductive than it already is, 

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll get right to it”  His free hand slides down your stomach, fingers trailing through the slick heat between your legs. He shudders when he feels how wet you are yet again. 

“Fuck- you’re so wet...” 

Groaning like it takes him by surprise every time, you arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping you. “For you, Jakey” 

He fucking whimpers, desperately. His fingers begin to move, sliding through your slick folds with a practiced and eager exploration. Gathering your wetness before circling your clit with a feather-light pressure, something so soft that it’s surprising how stimulating it is. He watches your face for every flicker of reaction. 

“Like that?” he asks, his voice small, needy. 

“Mmhmmm,” you hum, your eyes flutter shut. “Just like that” 

His confidence seems to bloom from your encouragement, no longer afraid of messing up the rare chance of getting to pleasure you. He presses a little harder, his movements becoming more deliberate. Then, he pushes one long finger slowly into you, the middle. You both gasp. You at the sweet stretch of it. Him, at the feeling of you clenching around him. 

“Oh,” he breathes, his forehead drops to rest against your shoulder. “You- you feel so tight. FUck you’re so hot” 

“Jake-ngh,” you moan, your hips rolling instinctively to meet his shallow thrusts. “Another one.”  He follows, like the obedience is wired into him. Jake slides a second finger,his index along with the former and you can’t help the way you clench tighter. 

The stretch is fuller, deeper. He scissors them gently, curling them inside you, and when he brushes against that perfect spot, your whole body jolts, a breathy cry of pleasure leaving your lips. 

“There?” he aks, a frantic eager edge to his voice, even as his own body shudders with the effort of control. He does it again, and again, his fingers pump into you with a steady, wet rhythm. The sounds of it fill the quiet room, mixing with his hitched breathing and your rising moans. 

You can feel your orgasm building, a fluttery coil tightening below your belly. But you want more, you want all of him. 

“Jake,” you pant, reaching down to still his hand. He freezes immediately, looking up at you with wide, worried eyes. 

“Fuck me. Now.” 

The command makes him whimper. “Fuck yeah. Yeah I’ll- yes”  He scurries to his elbows to hover over you, his disheveled, sweat-dampened hair hangs over towards you like a curtain and you reach up to brush it behind. Greedy for the sight of his lovely puppy eyes. 

His now rigid cock presses against your thigh and you peer down to see that his tip is still red and swollen. 

He positions himself, the head of his cock nudging agains your entrance. He pauses, his whole body tense, a question in his eyes. You give him a small encouraging nod, urging him to go slow for his own sake. 

“Easy baby, take it easy.” you whisper. 

Jake pushes forward, Just the tip but your eyes zone onto his only to see his gaze focused on yours. You stare into his tear moistened eyes and he... he just looks so far gone. Like he’s hot, so hard and so desperate to become the very object of your deepest desires. 

The feeling of him breeching you is so different from his fingers. The stretch is delicious. 

“Oh, god,” he whimpers, he squeezes his eyes shut momentarily. “you, fuck you’re so warm, so nice, so tight..hmmm” 

He pushes a little more, sinking into you inch by agonizing inch, making your body stretch to accommodate and it just feels so gradually full. You can see him trembling above you, his breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he bottoms out. 

Jake’s hips are flush around you and for a moment, neither of you move. You’re just connected, breathing each other’s air, sharing this perfect, overwhelming sensation. 

“Jakey~” you sigh, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Move. Please move baby” 

He nods frantically before burying his face into the crook of your neck. He pulls out slowly, almost all the way before thrusting back in.  

“ah-” 

The first stroke of him inside you draws a loud moan from your throat. It’s so fucking perfect. The angle, the depth, the feeling of his shaky body against yours. And the way he whimpers is enough to burn through your core. 

He sets a rhythm, slow and deep at first. Each thrust punches a waning sigh from your lips. He’s whispering against your skin, a constant stream of broken praise and pleas. 

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, so good... nghh- i-is this okay?” 

“You’re doing great puppy”  You assure him, your hands grip against your shoulders and you’re sure your nails dig into his skin. 

“Am-am I hurting you Baby” he whimpers out mid thrust. You arch against his body, your grip tight enough to draw blood. 

“N-no Jake, you- fuck you feel good” you moan out, lips parting as you surrender to the noises his body pulls out of you. “Harder, Jake. You can go harder.” 

Jake obeys, his pace increases. The slap of skin against skin fills the room and you can feel your pleasure building again, sharper this time, intensifies by the feeling of him stretching you over and over again. You moan out his name, loud and uninhibited. 

His thrusts have become more erratic, less controlled. You can feel him pulsing inside you and you know what that means. He’s close. Already. 

“Jake” you gasp, your own climax hovers just out of reach. “Hold on. Hold on for me baby, not yet” 

Jake’s entire vody lock up when you tighten around him as you speak and a broken, ragged groan tears from his throat as he buries himself to the hilt. His hands are shaking against your body and the ground, 

“Fuck-! I’m so close” he gasps out. “...gunna cum inside you please let me cum inside you” 

“n-n-NO! Jake please cum with me, I’m close” 

“C-can’t- gunna loose it baby.” He cries out, voice quiet. “I-I need to let go.” 

You can’t help but tear up at the intensity of the moment, dragging your nails down his back, leaving scratches in his wake to give him something other than your pussy to focus on. 

“No, don’t stop... fuck pleasee” 

Jake lets out a strangles moan, the pain of your nails is like fire in his skin and he’s almost crying now, holding onto dear life. 

“f-fuck... I can’tt” His voice is so breathless, so small like he’s at your mercy. He’s so deperate and so overstimulated and your mushy hot walls drive him up heights he didn’t know exister. He’s panting against your skin and with one final thrust he leaks into you. 

“Nghh-” 

You can’t help but groan, out of frustration this is his sixth time cumming, you’re not even sure if he can get it up again. And when he rolls over his softened cock (still a solid five inches) slips out of you, and you lay there, bare. And he collapses on his back besides you. 

“S-Sorry, fuck I’m so sorry I couldn’t..” He says between hiccups and quiet sobs. The disappointment eats him up from the inside. 

His cock lies softened, curled against his thighs, unresponsive. Too spent. 

His hands fly up to his face but you’re too dazed to care, too frustrated to think. His juices squeeze out of your inside as your pussy clenches begging for more. 

You’re not satisfied, wound too tight, left needing so much more. 

“I.. I can’t any more,” He gasps against your shoulder, “You... you’ll have to...wait...please.” 

You look at him, curled up and vulnerable and a different kind of need takes over your, something so selfish and filthy. You move before you can fully think it through, straddling him in one fluid motion, your knees on either side of his hips. 

His eyes open, wide and alarmed. 

“W-what are you..?” 

You reach down and take his softened cock in your hand, he’s wet with both of you and twitches at your touch. 

“F-fuck Y/n, no.” You’re already positioning yourself, lowering yourself to the best of your ability. “Nghha-ha it’s too much baby, please stop”  You start riding him slowly, grinding your swollen and needy clit against his pelvis, chasing the friction that will finally get you where you need to be. 

“It hurts- fuck please... I-I'm so sorry” His voice sounds so broken and wrecked that it’s almost like you can hear him tear apart from the inside out. But you don’t stop, you can’t find it in yourself to. 

“Safe word, use it if you need to” 

You say plainly between your pleasured sighs. Making sure he remembers. 

“b-baby.. It's too much p-pleease" 

You bounce and grind against him at an excruciating pace. His cock, though soft, is still think and the feeling of it moving inside you, conforming to your walls, the feeling of using him like this is darkly intoxicating and it drives you wild. 

“Please! Baby... I’ll do anything... just stop” 

He’s a mess beneath you, sobbing, whimpering. Jake’s face is contorted into something that can only be describes as a mixture of pain and pure overwhlem, though the furrow in his brows seems determined to pleasure you. 

You keep on grinding, riding until that coils tighten just under your stomach, and you’re left sighing as you chase your high with desperation you have never displayed. 

“F-fuck I'm so close” You gasp, your walls begin to flutter. 

“please please PLEASE” Jake shouts hoarsly, as his entire body locks up and his hands fly to grip your hips in a bruising hold as he lets out a choked sob. He’s shaking violently, tears spilling over as his breath comes in ragged gasps. And he’s never looked prettier. 

Your hand spread out on his soft stomach and your nails claw into his skin, his spine arches into the feeling, but his thighs quiver. 

“Fuckkk, safe- use it- if you need to- nghhh" You mutter out, struggling to get even a proper sentence out as you ride yourself closer and closer to release. Jake’s eyes squeeze shut at a certain clench of your pussy and it makes you double over as you force yourself to move through it. That knot you had spent so long tying is finally, finally being pulled open and you lose your self in the sensation of just everything, the sight of just everything. 

“I-I’m, fuck- I'm cummingg” 

Your release washes over you with such intensity that Jake’s numbing grip feels gentle, But before you can ride out your high you hear a certain desperation in your beloved puppy’s voice. Something so raw that it shocks you out of your daze. 

“RED! Fuck please baby red” 

He nearly shouts out, half whine. His hands fly to his face when he lets out a shaky cry. He loves making you feel good but in this moment he genuinely can’t take anymore 

But you still, Your thighs are trembling when you lift off of him, the last of your release still dripping out of your entrance. 

“Jake?” 

You call out, your voice is weak and you reach forward, but when he doesn’t let you in, the guilt begins to creep into your mind. 

“Fuck, Jake I’m so sorry, baby let me see you please” 

Your pussy is still leaking weak gushes of release on his stomach. 

Jake flinches when you call his name, still hiding his face behind his hands, but the second your fingers touch him, he sobs harder. His entire body is trembling like a leaf in the wind as he finally lets you pull his hands away from his face. 

"I... I didn't want to say it," he chokes out, "...but it hurt too much." 

His cheeks are streaked with tears, eyes red and swollen from crying so hard. He looks completely shattered, like something inside him just broke.  "Fuck im sorry.. I-i w-wanted to make you feel good b-b-but i can't tak...fuck-" 

he whispers hoarsely against your palm before turning into your chest and burying himself there. 

“oh sweetheart you don’t need to apologize”  

you coo, voice full of guilt, trailing your hand down his shoulder to caress his back in soothing motions. 

“I’m so sorry baby, I should’ve realized... I’m sorry sweet boy” 

Jake lets out a broken little whimper at your words, his entire body curling into you like he's trying to disappear. He clings to you with shaking hands, his face still wet with tears as he presses closer. 

"I just... wanted it so bad," he mumbles hoarsely against your skin, "...but I couldn't take it anymore." 

His voice is small and wrecked now, completely different from the confident tone he had earlier. He’s so damn vulnerable right now, like a scared puppy who got too much attention. 

“D’ you need anything baby? You okay?” 

You whisper softly as you place a lingering kiss against his temple. 

Jake’s entire body is limp, his chest is heaving, tears still spilling down his flushed cheeks as he stares up at you with wide, glassy eyes. 

"I… I need water," he rasps out weakly, "...please." 

“Yeah? Yeah okay, I’ll get you some” Your voice is so gentle when you talk to him that Jake can’t help but melt into you further, torn between letting you go or clinging to you, but ultimately he does let go. 

Your legs are still shaking from your orgasm, but you hurry back with the glass of water, handing it to him carefully. 

“Here you go, darling” 

Jake takes the glass from your hand with trembling fingers, his expression is so soft and vulnerable when he takes your hand in his as he sips on the water. 

You stand there, still, just observing, hoping he really is alright. The expression on your face must’ve been really obvious because Jake looks up at you with his teary eye and his brows furrow, he squeezes your hand like he thinks he’s the one that should be comforting you right now. 

“D-do you want to shower together?” 

Jake asks quietly, that small quiver in his voice is still audible and it both breaks your heart and makes it beat just a bit faster. 

“yeah.. We can do that” 

You echo quietly, taking the glass from him once he’s done, you hold out your other hand to help him get up. He looks at you like he really doesn’t want to get up, but he forces himself to start standing up anyways. He’s still shaky and his legs feel weak as hell when he finally gets to his feet. His hands grip your hips like a vice, needing all the support he can get and you hold his elbows to help him balance, “yeah, just like that,” needing to give him all the support you can. 

The silence hangs for too long as you both walk to the bathroom, it bothers you... 

“Talk to me Jake, tell me what you need” 

Jake takes another, deeper breath, before finally speaking, his voice is still shaky and quiet but stronger than earlier. He still doesn't let go of your forearms, though his hands are now just loosely holding on and not as desperately. He lets his eyes meet yours, looking at you softly. 

"I just…" he starts, swallowing again before continuing,  

"…need you…to keep touching me…if that's okay…" 

You’re quick to begin rubbing his back as you guide him into the shower, “of course it’s okay”, 

Jake steps into the tiled shower area with shaky legs, “easy, baby” 

You join him under the war, water after having found a towel and clothes to change into,  

“Are you feeling better?”  

Jake’s arms snake around your waist and he buries his face in the crook of your neck like he’s done it a million times before. 

You can feel his grin against your skin before he speaks, “That was so fucking hot” 

Your body eases into his hold, but you scoff “I’m being serious, I went too far-” 

“I’m also serious, I don’t think I can ever forget about this” he interrupts. 

Jake pulls away and looks down at you, “I am serious, it just was a lot in the moment, I’m fine now”  

It’s so weird being assured while he’s looking at you with those puppy eyes of his and you drift closer... if that’s even possible. 

“...so” your voice fades into silence as you get lost in his gaze, Jake nuzzles forward, snuggling his nose against your cheek, “so? What are we?” he mumbles, a smug smirk on his face. 

You can’t help but groan or cool the blush that creeps onto your cheeks, “Get out of my head” You retort as you reach for the shampoo, Jake chuckles. 

“Nope, You’ve been in mine for too long” 

“So what? Is this payback” 

He leans his head forward just as you put the bottle back, you don’t comment on the way reaching for your touch has become an instinct for him. 

“Yeah, exactly that. It’s payback” 

He mumbles softly, his voice melts as you lather the shampoo through his hair. 

“You’re gonna have to think of a better plan for your revenge, I don’t think I mind this” 

Jake chuckles as you tilt his head back slightly to rinse the shampoo, letting the water run through the strands.  

“What if I go around campus telling everyone you’re my girlfriend?” 

“You’re not really good at this are you..” You joke, Jake lathers the soap suds on your body, even massaging your shoulders. His touch just feels so natural, like it was meant to be there. 

“Yeah I guess I should just leave all the mean stuff to you” 

He teases, laughing even more when he notices you roll your eyes at his remark. Jake slowly turns you around and rinses the soap of your body, he nuzzles against your shoulder. 

“You smell so good..” he whispers, like the words are meant more for him than they are you. 

“I smell like you” a plain retort. 

“hmmm, That’s good. You’re staying right?” 

He asks quietly, there’s this roughness to his voice that makes a shiver go up your sine, likely because of all the crying earlier. 

“Yeah, I would like to” 

Jake’s hands massage your hip, and then your belly as he pulls you closer towards him, his chest presses against your back. His lips brush against your skin. 

“I’d take you right here, if I could”  

“What’s stopping you?” you tease. 

He nips at your skin, trailing his nose up along the side of your neck. 

“You broke me” 

“That sounds like a complaint...” 

“...It isn’t” 

You turn in his arms, circling yours around his shoulders as you pull him in for a kiss, 

“there’s always next time” 

Jake chases your lips when you pull away,  

“Next time... use your hands instead” 

“Instead of what?” 

“The collar, of course”  You grin and he leans in for another kiss. 

You trust machines more than people.

Machines make sense. They follow rules. They don’t hesitate, don’t misinterpret, don’t leave you guessing what went wrong. If something fails, you can trace the fault, adjust the design, and try again.

But boy, could you get used to this.

The End

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audio content: possessive sub, mommy kink, face sitting/oral, handjob, face slapping, finger sucking, riding

this is giving jake and it’s driving me insane!! especially when he calls himself a needy puppy 😩😩

jakey can be such a jealous and clingy sub but he’s a good boy most of the time so he bites his tongue because he trusts you. but there are times where he can’t help being selfish and desperate and he begs for you to stay with him so you’ll have to put him in his place for making you cancel your plans.