Jake Sim X Black!reader - Tumblr Posts
FOLLOWING YOUR LEAD.
PAIRING friends by association jake x female reader
GENRE smut, mdni
WC 3.2k
WRNG! black coded female reader, watching porn (jk), video call on discord, jake exposes himself, mutual masturbation (y/n has a vibrator)
inspired by an ask (by anon) , this is the continuation.
A/N! jake and black girls in all caps and all positions i volunteer… & please excuse any mistakes (if there are any)
jake didn’t have a type at all.
his friends would joke about how mass his standards were, simply getting off on a pretty face. you and jake had been friends for a few weeks now, meeting for the first time at a mutual friend—jays—dinner party for his birthday. the club afterwards was fun, you two hitting it off even more as the night grew older.
you and him both matched in outfits because of the dinners dress code, you wearing a tight short black dress with long dark bundles, paired with stiletto heels. he himself in a black tight turtle neck shirt with matching coloured dress pants and shoes. you two danced very close that night, each grind between you too pushing you to pull your inches over your right shoulder to avoid it getting caught around his wrist watch or neck chains! his chin hooked over your left shoulder.
he has asked if you wanted to follow him back to his place for the night—whether anything happened or not, but you kindly refused. you stated how you didn’t ‘get down like that’ and how if he wanted you to come over he needed to ‘buy you a few dinners first’. he understood you whole-heartedly, not arguing.
but he’d be lying if he didn’t think about you a lot since then.
he loved the silhouette of your look from that night. the brown skin, the dress, the heels. the way you fixed your hair consistently throughout the night, running your hands through your hair to keep it from tangling.
the way your lips glistened with gloss, the way you hyped up jays little section in the club whenever a song you liked came on. he had to fight the urge to message you daily to check up on you, constantly liking your posts and stories whenever you’d show off a new hairstyle.
he tried to find any and every way to communicate with you outside of instagram, adding you onto discord after finding you had one for your close overseas friends. you didn’t use it as regularly as he did, but you two would sometimes meet within a call with many other people, usually hosted by jay.
you two started to hang out on discord just to keep in touch without you giving out your number, his discord—and camera—constantly open and on waiting.
sometimes he’d forget, your voice coming in at random times, yelling at him to ‘close the damn app and go to bed.’
he thought about you often. he wondered if you noticed how he’d like every post of yours, reply to every story with heart eyes or a short cheesy message;
Oh my god you look so good
or
Damn girl
or even a tasteful;
Omg wttfff
he almost thought you did it on purpose. that you liked the way he ran behind you metaphorically, waiting for your response. he couldn’t stop thinking about you in faint memory, trying to remember how you two danced at the club.
he tried to remember the way your hands lightly touched the sides of his hips to guide him. the way you’d look over your shoulder, his nose pressed against the left side of your face as you’d dance, your hair in your right hand as you fixed it.
he can’t stop thinking about you. he’s constantly trying to recount how good you smelt, how soft your skin was, he was hooked. he didn’t know if you even liked dancing with him that night, the way you never responded to him with anything but a playful thank you babe and a like on his message.
you even had the nerve to go to a concert recently, posting videos of yourself singing the lyrics with one of your girlfriends. he was so infatuated with you, he would’ve jerked it right then and there the first time he watched it.
but here he was—a little after twelve am—sitting in his room with his macbook open.
he wore a simple white t-shirt and black shorts. he dreaded the idea of looking up porn in recent times, the videos not being enough for him once his weak high hit him. if he really wanted to, he could just go out and pull a few strings to get someone in his bed with him—but he didn’t want to.
there was nothing and no-one he wanted more than you. he usually didn’t look things up past a category, specifically looking for camgirls that recorded their own videos. he really wasn’t the type to look for a specific race, but he couldn’t help but type ebony in with a cringe.
he hated the idea of looking for a specific race outside of his own, fighting the shame he’d feel with someone catching him. regardless, he scrolled. he looked for someone who would in some way resemble you, scrolling past videos that obviously didn’t suit your frame.
it was almost gross to him as he scrolled, but it wasn’t enough for him to stop considering how desperate he felt.
most of the girls didn’t match your image, their hairstyles and skin-tones varying what he was looking for—until he finally found someone on the third page.
he clicked in the video quickly, his head moving at the speed of sound to spot the small lube bottle he had laying in his room, left by a girl who visited him weeks ago. he practically dives for it with his left hand out before slumping back into his gaming chair.
once the video loaded, he watched the way her hair flowed the same. she sat on the floor for more space, jake watching as she positioned herself in front of the camera for aesthetic purposes, playing the part. he watched the way she bent over for the camera, her ass in the air.
he bites his lip as his head lightly tilts to the right, watching the way her vagina lips part as she moves her finger up and down her clit lightly for show. he moans in his throat at the imagery, squirting an extra amount of cold lube into his right hand, snapping the cap back closed with his index finger.
his left tosses it to the back of his desk as his other hands fingers and palm massage the viscous liquid briefly. when he’s ready he hooks his left thumb under his shorts waistband and underwear. his hand moves both fabrics down to keep them stretched up and out of the way, the cool air of his room lightly hitting his skin and the bottom left side of is dick.
he wraps his right hand over his erection to pull it out of his pants, a light rebound in the way it stands tall in his hand. he wastes no time, stroking upwards with a tight grip. he ignores her face, focusing on the way her hair flows as she moves positions. his head lowers as he looks through his upper eyelashes at her, his gaze almost animalistic.
he watches her closely as his grip moves up and down his erection. “ah, y/n~” he moaned once to test out the way your name would roll off his tongue. he quickly traps his bottom lip between his teeth again, not caring to go over the vulgarity of moaning someone else’s name at a porn video. he couldn’t help it, his fist aggresively pumping up and down his length.
he heard his discord in the background go off, but he didn’t think much of it, watching the way the girl he watched grabbed a toy, positioning herself again to where her face wasn’t visible, only her body and hair being in the shot.
she positioned the toy under her, suctioning it on the floor as she moved to bounce on it, her right hand coming up to grab her hair as she looked down. jake moans at this, remembering the way you did the same at the night out.
“fuck.”
he moans, another light ‘y/n’ slipping from his lips as he strokes faster, the noise of his skin against the lube lewd. he kicks his hips forward for better angling as he quickly jacks off, his bottom lip hanging down a little as he lightly pants, his right eye squinting a little at the stimulation. he tries to go on pace with the way the girl bounces, but he can’t help but go faster, chasing his high selfishly. he imagines all the ways he would’ve had you if you decided to go home with him.
he imagined you being slightly dominate with him, putting your hand on his chest if he thrusted too hard or too quickly, telling him to calm down. he images the way you’d warp your arms around him, the scent of your perfume stronger than it was on the night out, the way your skin tones would contrast as your hair would get in the way.
both his eyes close at the imagery, his bottom lip slipping back between his teeth as he huffs heavily out of his nostrils. his head bobs backwards once until he snaps it back, staring just as intensely as he did before at the video playing, his eyes hooded.
“i’d—do anything.” he moans lightly to himself, moaning once more with another harsh exhale out is nose.
“like what?”
he hears a familiar voice ask from his screen, his hand stilling as he lightly pulls out of his lustful fog. he can barely make out who’s voice it is, and he’s not convinced he didn’t make it up in his own head considering all the extra noise he was making.
“oh don’t stop now.”
the voice lightly comments, playfully stern.
he keeps his right hand tight around his boner as his left hand finally pulls away from holding his shorts and underwear to pause the video he’s watching. he stops his movements to see if there’s anything else, still hearing background noise.
he motions his mouse down with his fingers to his taskbar, looking to see if anything else out of the multiple apps he had open could’ve possibly been playing some ad.
that’s when he sees discord.
his eyes shoot up to the top right of his screen, noticing the small orange dot at the top right of his screen to let apple users know their camera is on.
he’s frozen still as he tries to remember what the voice sounded like.
he was truthfully hoping he had it open on one of his many personal group chats, hoping he’d open discord to see sunghoon laughing. he hoped it would be a group joke for months, his boys punching him whenever they saw you as they remembered how openly he jerked off on camera. he just wanted it to be anyone else.
when he clicks discord, he notices how the app wasn’t even closed, how the app had been open the entire time.
his camera not only on but so is audio, your icon sitting in the chat with him. he hopes he can still make up for this, moving to leave the chat when your camera comes on, your head tilted with a smirk on your face.
“having fun?” you asked as you cocked your head to your right, your eyebrows raised. you didn’t seem disgusted as you sat in your office chair, wearing a simple oversized t-shirt with no bra and shorts.
you were truthfully amused, jake pulling his gaming chair forward so his embarrassingly hard erection didn’t show in frame any longer. his grip around the base of his dick is still as tight as it was before, watching how you reach forward for something briefly before plopping down in your seat.
“heard my name and i thought you wanted to talk,” you started with a slow look around the room, the shame in jake’s belly wrongfully pinging in his groin. his body temperature runs hot at the embarrassment he feels, watching as your right knee comes into frame as you sit comfortably in your chair. “you look good though, i just didn’t expect a show.” you tease, honestly liking the attention.
“i look good?” jake asked lightly, his eyes scanning your face and the background around you. he was scared it was a prank, or that you were trying to get more out of him to record it. you notice the way he searches your room helplessly, so you back your chair up enough to where your thighs are in frame.
“yea, honestly you do. if you kept going i probably would’ve joined you.”
“so join me.” jake comments softly, his voice barely picked up by the mic. you had every reason to leave because of this, noting the way his right arm flexes and jerks slowly as he starts getting off in front of you. you honestly didn’t even want or need to, but you thought he’d appreciate it. you had a little vibrator at your desk that you used quite often, so you grabbed it lightly. you moved to stand, lightly tugging your shorts down nervously as you left your underwear.
“oh fuck.” jake doesn’t waste any more time than he needs to match you, standing up straight. he uses his free hand to tug and rip at the clothes around his waist, ridding himself of his bottoms. he moves his chair back as he plops back into it, now openly displaying himself in front of you.
you’re almost shocked when you finally sit back down with your vibrator in hand. he’s holding the base of his dick tightly, his left hand lightly swirling around the head for show. it shows, your mouth gaping just a little at the imagery. you lightly bring the vibrator into view, laughing lightly at the way jake leans forward comically to see what it is.
“what is that?” he asks in a squint, his left hand pulling off his dick to lightly tug his laptop closer. “you’ll see just move back.” you comment nervously, shuffling in your seat so you can comfortably spread your legs. you wondered if jake could tell you were a lot more nervous than you let on, if he did this just to get your attention so he could record it. either way, you moved into his view.
you turn the vibrator on, the embarrassing buzzing sound lightly ringing within the room. jake isn’t stupid, so the moment he hears it he lightly moans, baring his teeth lightly. he moves back again so he’s completely in shot, pulling his right hand off his dick to grab the bottom of his shirt with both hands.
your right hand drops on its own, rubbing soft circles against your clothed clit as you watch.
he rips his shirt up and off. to your surprise, he’s fit as hell—more than you would’ve expected at first glance. the moment he’s shirtless, he throws the shirt on his desk beside his laptop.
he resumes his position like before, his right hand immediately getting back to work as he wraps his fingers around the base of his dick again to hold it upright. he jerks off slowly this time, letting his grip run up to his tip then back down.
“your turn.” he motions towards you with his chin, a small smirk creeping up his lips. you put your leg down, placing the vibrator between your crotch and the chair. it buzzes against you as you grab your own shirt without much fight. jake almost drools at how quickly you move at command, pulling your shirt up and off.
you see yourself in your screen reflection as your shirt drops—you remember you don’t have a bra.
your left hand and forearm cups over your nipples as you hide them in shock.
jake moans out loud at the nip-slip, his head thrown back lightly as he jerks upwards on his dick a little faster. his left hand curves over his torso, searching for something to hold onto.
he wished he could hold onto you, wished you’d just ask for his address. wished that you’d send your own and how he would gladly travel with his boner tucked under his waistband. how he’d run his hands up and down your frame, how he’d leave open mouthed kisses up and down your neck, wrapping your legs around his hips.
he was straining his neck as he tried to hold back from cumming too quickly, barely keeping his eyes open as he lightly twitches in his chair. it was so naughty the image, how openly he moved in your vision. he let every moan leave his lips as he continued to jerk himself off, whining lightly whenever his fist reached his tip.
your right hand reaches for the vibrator again, your mouth lightly gaping at the rapid movement. your right hand holds it firmly in place against your clit. jake moaning as if he feels it. you forget he can see everything you do as he ducks his bottom lip between his teeth.
“i wish you could come over.” you playfully commented, thinking about how late it was, how nothing was open past shitty fast-food at this time. “i’d do—any,” jake moans out as he releases his bottom lip, whining. “—to help you.”
he’s close, his hips bucking forward once as he moans loudly, his eyes closing. his right hand moves quickly, the veins in his arms and hand poking out prominently. “oh jake,” you comment with a light lean in, taking in just how pretty he is. his left arm finally moves from his waist as it hangs on the armrest, his eyes prickling with tears.
“fuck!” he lets out one more time before he shudders, bitting his bottom lip one last time as he reaches for anything to put over his erection. unfortunately it’s his shirt—cupping his erection with the fabric right before he cums hard, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pulls it down. the moment his soft pink lip escapes, he huffs, his neck and chest flushed.
“wow, i haven’t cum that hard in months.” he comments with a casual laugh, catching you off guard. he smiles a little at the shock on your face, balling his shirt up to drop it on the floor. he catches his breath a little, force quitting safari to focus on you, turning his volume up in the process. his attention is now solely left on you, your vibrator still humming just loud enough for jake to hear. he doesn’t miss a beat as he slides forward, eyes following your crotch as your legs twitch closed a little.
“ take those off y/n, please.” jake comments lightly, his elbows holding him up as he gets comfortable. he didn’t know if this would be the first and last time you’d do anything sexual with him. he didn’t know if this would be the one time you’d show yourself off for him, if you’d block him later on after coming to your senses.
all he knew was he needed something to refer back to in his mind if he never got the chance. he needed something to play on repeat even if it wasn’t recorded.
“i need to see everything y/n. everything.”
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