Try Me | pjs
Shopping with your boyfriend takes a turn when you decide to see just how far you can push him
👗 Pairing: boyfriend!parkjongseong x reader
👗 Word Count: 6.3k
👗 Genre: Established relationship, fluff, pwp, smut
👗 Rating: 18+
👗 Warnings: Teasing, explicit language, making out, biting, groping, dom!jay, dirty talk, dressing room shenanigans, marking kink goes crazy, brief choking, brief spanking, scratching, explicit sexual content, fooling around in front of a mirror, exhibitionist vibes, rough fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, mention of safe word, crying, covering mouth, cum eating, a diabolical Jay visual
A/N: Hi! I'm new to writing for Enha but not new to writing in general. It only felt fitting to start by writing for my ult 🤩 Thank you so much for taking the time to read this if you do, and I hope you enjoy! And a huge thank you to my best friend and fave writer @fatalhee for being my biggest supporter and for always being on this chaotic writing journey with me I love you 💜
Taglist: @fatalhee @illneverrecover @makiakarii
Masterlist
When your boyfriend had initially proposed the idea of you choosing each other's outfits for your anniversary, you had thought it sounded like such a cute and fun idea. You had agreed instantly, excited at the idea of shopping for each other. What you hadn't considered was the part where you would have to watch your boyfriend, who looked good in everything, try on a bunch of clothes and model them for you.
“Babe, you know the whole point of this is that you're gonna have to pick one.” he teased you as you gaped at his latest outfit.
You couldn't help yourself. You swore he looked even hotter each time he stepped out of the dressing room. It really didn't help that his dark slicked back hair was showing the evidence of repeatedly trying on clothes. Several strands had come loose, and yet somehow they fell across his face in the most natural way. God, he was so attractive. It genuinely pissed you off sometimes.
“Maybe if you stopped looking so good in all of them it would be easier for me to make a decision.” you quipped back.
Your boyfriend stepped closer, lips quirking into a small smile and exposing his dimples that you adored.
“Ah, I see. So it’s my fault?”
“Yes, exactly.” you instantly agreed as your eyes swept over him once more.
He chuckled as he came to stand in front of you, his hands a feather light touch on your waist, “Baby, if this is too difficult for you, then maybe we should just take the clothes out of the equation. I can just go naked. Would that help?”
Heat immediately bloomed across your face, earning another laugh from your boyfriend. You hung your head and groaned, weakly pushing against his chest.
“God, you’re insufferable.”
You tensed when you felt his warm breath brush against your ear, fingers just barely pressing into your hips.
“So, should I just strip down here, orrrr…”
“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, giving him a light shove, “Stop terrorizing me and just go try on the next one.”
Amusement danced in his eyes, he loved making you flustered like this. He leaned down once more, this time to kiss the top of your head. Your cheeks flushed even deeper.
“Are you pouting because you wanted to undress me yourself?” he taunted you further, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at you.
You opened your mouth to reply, but your boyfriend quickly cut you off, “Because if that’s the case, then please, be my guest, angel.”
You didn’t hesitate to grab him by the shoulders and turn him back towards the fitting room.
“Get your annoying ass in there and show me the next outfit.” you grumbled, pushing against his broad frame until he was back in front of his room.
He wore a shit eating grin when he glanced over his shoulder at you, but then he slipped back inside and shut the door without another word. Giving you a much needed moment of peace. Ugh, that man. You were already having a hard enough time behaving without him egging you on. It was going to take everything in you to keep your composure whenever he stepped back out.
Who knew? Maybe the next one would look terrible on him.
You were facing the opposite direction when you heard the door swing back open. Everything in you told you not to turn around. It wasn’t safe. Something in you just knew.
“Wow, all that fuss and you won’t even turn around to see how this one looks. Thought you were gonna help me out here, baby.”
You knew he would just keep teasing you if you didn’t look, so you took a deep breath before slowly turning to face your boyfriend.
FUCKING HELL.
You actually had to grab onto the wall next to you because the threat of your knees crumpling was suddenly very real.
“Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?” your boyfriend asked, genuinely concerned as he made his way over to you.
Having him so close was only making it worse. The white three piece suit was nothing short of devastating on him. The undershirt was tucked into the band of his pants, accentuating his slender waist that drove you crazy. The sleeves of the jacket were rolled up slightly, leaving his forearms exposed.
You noted his chunky gold bracelet that matched his necklace, earrings, and ring, the jewelry really standing out against the crisp white ensemble. And his hair falling beautifully and naturally over his handsome face…
It was all too much. He looked so expensive and classy and sexy. And you were at your limit.
“Sweetheart, seriously,” his voice anchored you back to reality as his hands came up to cradle your face, “are you alright?”
A small whine escaped you. He was so gorgeous and so sweet and you needed him. Right the fuck now.
You spared a quick glance around at your surroundings to make sure it was just the two of you, and then you were crushing your lips against his like a woman possessed. He let out a sound of surprise, but it was quickly swallowed by your hungry and determined mouth as you backed him down the line of dressing rooms.
“Babe, mmph! Wait.” he tried to protest against your lips.
You pulled away briefly, staring him down like you were looking at your next meal, “Shut up.”
Your boyfriend's eyes widened at the sharp edge in your voice, stumbling back into his fitting room with you still chasing after his mouth. He grunted as his back met the wall, your lips now trailing along his perfect jawline and lingering on the heart shaped birthmark on the side of his neck. Your tongue and teeth worked over his skin, making a shiver run through him.
You were all need, all desire, as your hand dipped inside his waistband. Strong fingers wrapped around your wrist within seconds, halting your movements. Startled, you looked up.
“What do you think you’re doing, princess?”
His tone was even and calm, but you could still detect the underlying warning. You were so worked up though, especially from his earlier teasing.
“Need you, baby.” you said sweetly, moving to kiss him again.
He ducked your lips this time, fixing you with a stern gaze, “I don't think so, doll.”
You had to resist the urge to stamp your feet like a disgruntled toddler. Your boyfriend chuckled as he looked down at your displeased face.
“What were you gonna do, baby? Jerk me off right here with the door wide open, where anyone could just walk in?” he challenged you as his fingers flexed around your wrist.
Hearing the filthy words leave his mouth did nothing to soothe your already agitated state. And you sure as hell weren't ready to give up just yet. You gazed up at him, fluttering your lashes slightly, and his eyes flared in defiance back at you.
“How about if we close the door, and then you let me suck you off? I’ll be quick, love, promise.” you pleaded your case, making sure to keep your voice soft and sultry.
He was gonna give in. You just knew it.
Your boyfriend slowly released your wrist. Oh you so had him now! He barely paid you any mind as he calmly adjusted his ring and bracelet. God, you were about to give him the best head of his fucking life.
You had just started back towards the door to close it, when his voice, cool and authoritative, stopped you dead in your tracks, “I’m gonna give you a couple of options here, darling. You can be a good girl and walk back out there to wait for me so we can finish shopping. Or, you can keep acting like a brat and face the consequences when we get home. It's up to you.”
You stood there frozen, feeling his eyes practically burning through you from behind. You realized you had one final last ditch effort you could try. The one thing that almost always got you what you wanted. You turned back to face him, shamelessly pouting now. Your boyfriend made a show of crossing his arms, dark eyes daring you to keep testing him. But you were determined to have your way.
“Please Jay Jay.” you half whined half begged, using the nickname that always got him to cave.
His composure wavered for a fleeting second, enough for you to be able to notice.
Before you could even think that maybe you’d finally won, he was standing in front of you. You stumbled back just slightly, but Jay’s hand shot out to secure your jaw in a tight grip. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to let you know that his patience had run out. He turned your head to the side, leaning down to let his lips brush against your ear.
“You're going to be good and go wait outside the store for me. I’m not asking you again. Is that understood?”
His cold and commanding tone left no more room for argument, so you just nodded your head in submission. Finally satisfied, he released you. You quickly walked back out of the fitting room before sulkily strolling out of the store completely. As you stood there waiting for Jay to finish up, you couldn't help but wonder and worry about just what kind of level of fucked you were this time…
You were still mindlessly scrolling on your phone when you felt a hand slip into yours. You glanced up in surprise, but it soon turned into full on shock when you saw that your boyfriend was still wearing the same outfit. You noticed the shopping bag in his free hand that must have held his original clothes.
“Why are you still wearing that?”
He gave a casual shrug, “Because I want to.”
“So you hate me.” was your immediate response, making Jay roll his eyes at you.
“So dramatic.” he teased before pressing a quick kiss to your temple, “Come on, brat, it's your turn.”
You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as Jay began tugging you along to the next store. You figured you might as well try to make the best of your time shopping since your ass was cooked as soon as you got back home.
Your boyfriend, who was super into fashion, was incredibly focused and meticulous as he picked out things for you to try. You had thought he would just go for dresses, but he was grabbing a little bit of everything. Dresses, jumpsuits, tops, skirts, pants. The list of options was starting to feel endless.
“Jaaaaaaay, come on. I didn't even make you try on this many.” you groaned, stepping out into the hall of fitting rooms in your latest outfit.
Your boyfriend, clearly enjoying tormenting you, slowly let his eyes pass over your figure. He let out a sigh, shaking his head. You weren't sure if you still wanted to jump him, or just kill him at this point.
“I’m sorry, angel, they all just look so good. You're making it so hard, I can't choose.”
Okay yeah you wanted to kill him more. You glared daggers at his back as soon as he turned around to look at some kind of display.
“Hey, babe?” he called back to you.
You took a deep breath to calm yourself before answering, “What is it, love?”
“What do you think,” he queried as he turned to face you, now wearing some semi-rimless framed glasses, “should I get a pair?”
Jay knew, he knew you had a thing for him in glasses. Like this was just evil. He really wanted you to turn into a rabid dog in the middle of this store. You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper.
You really didn't trust yourself right now, so you just slipped back into your dressing room and shut the door behind you. A soft knock sounded a moment later.
“What do you want, you demon.”
Jay chuckled from the other side of the door, “Okay. Clearly I’ve tortured you enough. Will you please just try on the last one I gave you, and then I promise I’ll make a decision.”
“Fine.” you muttered back, irritation still clear in your voice.
“Hey, you really have looked good in everything. I wasn't lying about that.” he voiced, and the sincerity in his words was enough to make all your remaining frustration dissipate.
“I’ll be out in just a minute.” you told him gently, your face warm from his compliment.
The last outfit was a silky royal blue mini dress with a sweetheart neckline and a slit on either side. Jay had selected it for you after saying how nice you looked in blue. You fell in love as soon as you looked at yourself in the floor length mirror. It was a little scandalous for a date but only just. You were probably going to buy it even if Jay didn't pick it for your anniversary.
You poked your head out of your room and found your boyfriend sitting on the bench just outside. He hadn't seen you yet, and you suddenly felt nervous.
“Jay?” you called his name softly, and his head immediately snapped up to find you still concealed behind the door from the neck down.
“Is this the blue one?” he asked, smiling cutely in anticipation.
You anxiously chewed at your lip and nodded. He leaned back on his palms and looked at you expectantly.
“Don’t get shy on me now, baby. Last one, let’s see.”
You slowly swung the door open the rest of the way and stepped out. Jay’s eyes immediately widened, his hands curling against the fabric of the bench, “Fuck.”
You giggled at his reaction, your hands smoothing out the dress.
“You like?”
Your boyfriend's gaze turned wolfish, licking his lips as his eyes hungrily dragged over your legs, chest, and then finally up to your face. It suddenly felt like you weren't wearing anything at all, and you flushed under his attention.
"Oh, baby, that's the one." he said, voice sounding closer to a growl now.
Fuck.
You slipped back behind the door in a panic, leaving just your head poking out again. And Jay, Jay had the most amused little smirk on his face as he watched you.
"Okay, so great then I'm just gonna change and we can buy this and go." you informed him, your words coming out in a jumbled rush.
You didn't even wait for his response before moving to shut the door the rest of the way. Your boyfriend was immediately on his feet, one hand catching the door at the last minute.
"Jay, what are you-"
"Go stand in front of the mirror." he instructed, cutting you off as he invaded the space.
You blinked at him in surprise, "W-what?"
He stepped further into the room, the door shutting behind him with a resounding click. You swallowed nervously, but your heart betrayed you with just how fast it was racing. God, you were at your fucking limit with this man's teasing and torturing today. Any more and you felt like you'd actually combust.
"I just wanna see something, angel. Stand in front of the mirror for me, yeah?"
His voice was much softer this time, and part of you still knew you shouldn't have trusted it, but you obediently walked over to face your reflection once more. You felt Jay behind you, your breath catching as your eyes found him in the glass. He chuckled darkly, "Relax, baby, I just wanna see how we look together."
You were anything but relaxed as his hands smoothed down your arms, each touch feeling like a jolt of electricity. Jay hummed as he inspected the two of you in the mirror, his hands now trailing over the silk hugging your waist. You shivered in his hold. You couldn't help the way your body always seemed to respond to him. You just always came alive under his touch.
Strong arms circled around your midsection, the simple action appearing so much more possessive when you saw it reflected back at you.
"Why so nervous, sweetheart?" Jay teased, every part of you tensing as his lips brushed against your ear, "I said I would wait until we got home, didn't I?"
His words were saying one thing, but your boyfriend's wicked grin taunting you from the glass was saying something else entirely. Jay held your eyes in the mirror as he pressed a single kiss to the side of your neck, making your breath noticeably hitch.
"Sorry, love. You just look so good, guess I couldn't help myself."
He was feigning innocence, but the dark, husky quality of his voice told you everything you needed to know. He wasn't sorry at all.
"J-Jay, I think we should- Shit."
Your words dissolved into a soft moan at the sensation of his mouth on you again. Only this time there wasn't anything gentle about it.
Jay sucked hungrily against your skin, arms tightening around your waist to pull you more flush against him. You watched as a mark bloomed across your flesh in the mirror. The demon behind you pulled back to admire his work, smirking proudly before going back in to work his tongue over the now tender spot.
Watching it all unfold in your reflection had your face looking embarrassingly flushed, the color even spreading across your chest.
"Jay." you gasped softly as your head fell back against his shoulder.
Your boyfriend paid you no mind. He was too focused on bruising your skin with his lips and teeth.
"Babe." you tried again, voice coming out wrecked from the way he was kissing and sucking along your shoulder now.
"Quiet." Jay murmured against your skin, and you rubbed your thighs together in response before you could stop yourself.
His hands released you suddenly, one of them coming up to slide your dress strap down your shoulder. Your head snapped back up to the mirror, taking in all the new marks adorning your skin.
You knew Jay occasionally liked to stake his claim, but he usually would leave you with hickies where only he could see them. The dark and angry spots now littering your neck and shoulder made you feel like you were being put on display. Like this time he wanted to make sure everyone knew who you belonged to. Wanted to make sure you knew.
His fingers dug into your bare arm, holding you in place for him while his free hand grazed the underside of your breast. His mouth was still hot and hungry as it moved over your exposed flesh. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your eyes on your reflection, the image of Jay devouring you from behind too much for you to take.
His eyes caught yours in the glass once more, pupils blown wide with desire, "Are you gonna be a good girl for me, darling? You can do it for me, right?"
"Jay, please." you begged, waiting for him to just let you off the hook.
Your boyfriend shook his head at you, fingers releasing your arm from his grip. His hand was splayed across your throat a moment later, the cool metal of his bracelet and ring making goosebumps rise across your skin.
"That's not an answer, baby." he scolded, digits fluttering against your pulse as he intently watched your reflection.
His free hand moved again, this time coming up to fully palm at your breast. His reflection took your ear between his teeth.
"Fuck." you hissed, starting to squirm in his hold.
Jay's hand around your neck applied the slightest amount of pressure. A warning.
"You're not going anywhere, princess. Not until I'm done with you."
You gaped at him in the mirror now, Jay looking like sin behind you. One hand at your throat while the other greedily felt you up, all while still staking his claim on your body with his mouth.
"B-But Jay Jay, y-you said." you stuttered out, all the sensations making it difficult to speak.
"Aww, I know I did, angel," he said, mocking you openly with his words, "but I changed my mind. My patience has run out, and I can't wait until we get back home. No, I think you need to be punished now."
You jerked your head to try to look at him properly, "What about everything you said about getting caught?"
He tongued the inside of his cheek as he took in your concern as well as the incredulity on your face.
Oh.
You were FUCKED fucked.
"I guess you'll just have to try really hard to keep that pretty mouth shut then, now won't you, doll?"
Jay's hand at your neck traveled higher, his thumb pressing down as it swiped across your bottom lip. You swallowed nervously, and his dark irises followed the movement.
"You're gonna be good for me, and you're gonna take everything I give you."
He made it very clear he wasn't asking.
Left with no other choice, you sighed in defeat and weakly nodded your head. But of course that wasn't good enough for your boyfriend when you'd pushed him as far as you had that day. Jay took hold of your chin as he frowned down at you.
"Words, sweetheart. Repeat them back to me."
Oh for fucks sake.
"God, this is humiliating." you groaned before reciting his words quietly under your breath.
"Couldn't hear you, baby. Again. And louder."
You pulled back from Jay's hold, turning forward to face the mirror once more. You rolled your eyes. Just once. Thinking there was no way he would notice the subtle movement.
"I saw that, brat."
You had no warning before one of his hands was coming down hard on your ass. The slap, along with the yelp you let out, pierced the silence of the fitting room.
"Do you want me to really humiliate you?"
The threat in his eyes and your now stinging flesh had all the fight draining from your body within moments. Your boyfriend's satisfied smirk in the glass let you know that he had noticed the sudden shift, "Is my sweet girl finally ready to behave and accept her punishment?"
You felt dazed as one of his hands absentmindedly played with your hair, your body automatically leaning into his touch. You quickly gave in, letting yourself finally, fully submit to him.
"Mmm, yes, I'll be good for you. I'll take everything you give me."
The words came out more moaned than spoken, and you heard Jay inhale sharply right next to your ear.
"Such an obedient girl for me now, fuck."
His lips returned to your skin with renewed fervor, and you shivered with sensitivity from all the marks he'd already left on you. In the mirror, his large hands shamelessly covered your breasts, squeezing and kneading the flesh through the fabric of the dress. You reached behind you to trail your fingertips up the back of Jay's neck, making him groan softly.
Your hand continued its climb, nails scraping against his scalp as your fingers slid into the dark locks at the back of his head. The growl that escaped your boyfriend caught you off guard, but not as much as him harshly sinking his teeth into your shoulder immediately after did. You had to clamp your mouth shut to keep your cry from slipping out. He had never bitten you like that.
Jay even seemed a little surprised at himself when he pulled back, the two of you taking in the teeth marks now indenting your skin in the reflection.
"You're kinda insane today, baby." you teased, giving him a knowing look in the glass.
He laughed, peppering gentle kisses over the same spot, "I think you like it though."
You hummed before surprising Jay by pushing up on your toes and twisting your head to claim his lips. He groaned against your mouth, his tongue diving in to taste you without hesitation. You devoured each other for several moments, your boyfriend's hands frantic as they explored your body.
You broke the kiss suddenly, both of you breathing hard and slightly fogging up the mirror in front of you.
"I love it, actually." you corrected him cheekily, briefly brushing your lips against his jaw.
"Mmm, you know what I love?" Jay started, angling your body back towards the glass, "This dress."
His chin rested on your shoulder as his wandering hands smoothed over the silky material. You watched as he bunched up the fabric at your waist, the motion tugging the hem up slightly. The dress was already short to begin with, and Jay's reflection drank in the way it exposed more of your thighs to him.
"Blue really is your color, darling." he remarked, fingers teasing as they traced up one of the slits that was cut into the bottom.
"But you wanna know what my favorite thing about this dress is?" Jay went on as his hand started to disappear under the garment completely, curving around the inside of your thigh.
It took all your efforts to contain the whine that threatened to escape you. Your boyfriend's attention was fully focused on your figure in the mirror, taking in every little reaction his touch elicited from your body. You saw the tremor that went through you in real time when his knuckles just barely brushed against you through your panties. Jay, of course, immediately clocked how embarrassingly wet you were, "You're practically dripping, angel. Shit. This needy little cunt really needs me that bad huh?"
You had to bite back a moan at the feeling of his palm cupping you over the fabric.
"Jay, fuck, please."
You weren't even sure what you were begging for at this point, just some sort of relief from the torture you'd been enduring all day. Your boyfriend chuckled right next to your ear, and you felt ready to scream.
"As I was saying, my favorite thing about this dress is just how easy it is for me to…" Jay trailed off as his fingers slipped under the garment to finally feel you properly.
A small noise of pleasure left your lips, your eyes glued to the movement of the hand between your legs in the glass in front of you. The man behind you took his time letting his digits sweep through your folds, enamored with the way you were watching yourself in the mirror.
"You like being able to see me touch you like this, don't you, love?" he observed, voice soft and sensual.
His fingers trailed higher to circle your clit, making you groan and arch against him. Jay growled, and his free hand gripped the fabric at your waist even tighter to keep you in place for him. You could feel how hard he was getting as he pressed himself against your ass.
A sudden knock at the door jolted you back to the reality of your surroundings. You'd been so caught up in the moment that you'd almost forgotten all of this was happening in a fitting room at a very public mall. Almost.
Your panicked eyes found Jay's in the reflection, but your boyfriend seemed completely unbothered, which irritated you to no end.
"Just wanted to make sure you're still doing okay? Did you need me to take anything for you, or get you a different size in anything?" the sales attendant called from the other side of the door.
"Fuck. Jay, what do we do?" you hissed, looking back and forth between him and the door.
"Well," he started, placing a kiss just under your ear as his fingers continued stroking your bundle of nerves, "you should probably answer before she comes in here and catches us in this compromising position."
You turned your head to glare at him straight on, "You fucking demon."
The pleased smirk he gave you in response made you want to strangle him.
"Mm, and you're a fucking brat. Which is why you're in this situation to begin with. Remember that, baby."
"Hello? Is everything okay in there?" the woman spoke up again, and you really were starting to worry about her just coming in out of concern at this point.
You opened your mouth to reply, determined to make yourself sound as normal as possible. However, your boyfriend chose that same exact moment to push two of his fingers inside of you, so all that escaped you was a choked out "fuck".
"Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don't be rude." Jay mockingly scolded you as his thumb pressed down hard on your clit.
You bit your lip to keep from crying out. You needed to say something or this woman was definitely coming in there.
"S-sorry, yes. I'm f-fine. Just need a little more t-time deciding, i-if that's okay?"
You cursed yourself for the way your voice shook, but it was the best you could do with the way Jay's fingers were still moving unhurried inside you. It was silent on the other side of the door for several seconds, and your heart raced as you prepared for the two of you to be banned from this mall for life because of public indecency.
"Oh, uh, of course. That's fine. Take all the time you need, and let me know if I can be of help in any way. I'll be back to check on you in a bit."
The uncertainty in her voice had you still feeling on edge, but the sound of her receding footsteps a moment later let you relax slightly.
"She definitely knew you were in here getting finger fucked." Jay remarked with all the casualness in the world.
You sighed in annoyance, "Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"It's gotta be my bratty girlfriend who doesn't listen." he quipped back, giving you a knowing smile in the mirror.
All possible retorts died on your tongue as soon as you felt Jay slip in a third finger, making you writhe in his hold.
"But, she certainly does listen better when her greedy little cunt is being filled."
You whimpered at the combination of his words along with the way his digits were roughly drilling into you now. The reflection of his hand disappearing inside you was nothing short of obscene. With how worked up he'd had you all day, you knew you wouldn't last long, your body begging for release.
"Jay…" you panted, fingers digging into his bicep in an attempt to ground yourself, "baby, fuck…close."
Your boyfriend hummed in answer, and you felt the vibration against your skin.
"You gonna make a mess for me, darling? You gonna be a good girl and come all over my fingers?"
The way he taunted you spurred you even closer to your undoing. Jay swore under his breath at the feeling of you clamping tight around his fingers. You found you could barely focus on the scene in the glass anymore. His thumb strumming across your clit in time with the movement inside of you had stars beginning to cloud your vision.
Your boyfriend's breath warmed the back of your neck as he leaned in closer to you, "Just so you know, princess, even if she comes in here, I'm not stopping."
The implication in his words was the last push you needed to fall over the edge, one hand shooting out to steady yourself against the mirror.
"Fuck…fuck…fuck." was all you could manage to get out in between heaving breaths.
Your head was just starting to clear from the high, when your body registered two things. Not only were Jay's fingers still inside you, but he hadn't faltered in his pace even after making you come undone once already.
"Shit. Baby, you can stop."
Your voice mirrored how you felt on the inside, which was absolutely wrecked. Jay slowed the movement of his hand between your legs, but just barely. He used his free hand to pull you up by your hair to face the reflection before you once again.
"I know I can stop, angel, but I'm not going to until I'm satisfied with your punishment. Unless you need to use your safe word, then everything stops. Immediately. You know that."
Jay watched you carefully in the glass as tears started gathering in your eyes from the overstimulation. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you cry during a moment of pleasure before, but this particular instance felt slightly different since all of this was happening in a public place. His fingers suddenly stilled inside you as he waited for some sort of confirmation from you.
Just having the reminder that your safe word was there if you needed it reaffirmed your trust in Jay. It would all be over in an instant, just as he promised. But you were starting to realize that that wasn't actually what you wanted. You just wanted him.
You met your boyfriend's eyes in the mirror, weakly nodding your head to let him know that you were okay with continuing. Jay pressed a tender kiss to your temple, "My sweet girl. You gonna come again for me?"
You hummed softly in response, your body reacting on instinct as you clenched around his digits. Jay's breath audibly hitched, and then you felt his hand coming to life inside you again. The renewed stimulation had you slumping forward in your boyfriend's hold. Jay quickly secured you against him, his unoccupied hand harshly gripping your jaw to keep your head up. You moaned brokenly, the overstimulation cresting back into pleasure.
"Fuck, look at you." he groaned, "Taking my fingers so well, baby. So perfect for me."
All you could do was whine out his name as you felt your second orgasm rapidly approaching. Your legs were shaking so violently, you weren't even sure how Jay was still able to hold you up. The rising pitch in your cries had his hand that was wrapped around your jaw moving to cover your mouth instead. One thing was for sure. The visual being reflected back to you certainly wasn't going to be leaving your brain anytime soon.
The man behind you seemed equally mesmerized by it. Your high hit you even harder this time around, and you were grateful for Jay's hand muffling your sobs. He coaxed you through it with his fingers, only finally withdrawing them from you when your whole body started trembling from the sensory overload. In the mirror, your boyfriend pushed the digits past his lips and sucked them clean. Your gaze happened to catch on something else in the reflection. Your release was dripping down one of your legs and heading straight for the fitting room floor below.
"Fuck, Jay." you whispered in a panic, trying to direct his attention in the glass.
Jay's eyes widened as he saw the source of your concern, not hesitating before kneeling next to you. You glanced down at him, and your heart raced at the sight of him on one knee. Even though you knew that obviously wasn't where this was heading, but just the thought had you feeling dizzy. Your boyfriend beaming up at you with a fucked out grin definitely didn't help the situation. You flushed and refocused on the mirror in an attempt to avoid passing out. Jay laughed at the way you were suddenly getting shy on him,"Don't worry, love. I got you."
Your confused expression stared back at you before your jaw was falling open at the scene unfolding in the reflection. One of Jay's arms curled around your leg, fingers pressing possessively into your skin. He caught your eye, and his grin transformed into a truly devious smirk. You watched as his tongue traced a trail up your leg, cleaning up your release as he did so. Your knees were legitimately going to give out at this rate. Jay nipped at your thigh teasingly.
"While I'm down here…" he started, but you cut him off by yanking him back by his hair to look up at you.
"Enough, you menace. I will literally collapse."
"Okay, okay," he conceded, holding his hands up in surrender, "I guess I have tortured you enough for one day."
"Can we please just go check out before that woman comes back and we traumatize her, or we get arrested."
Jay raised an eyebrow at you in challenge, and you flicked his forehead in response.
"Ow, shit! Okay, fine, I'll meet you at the counter after you change."
"Actually, thanks to my insane boyfriend, I don't even have the energy to do that. So I guess we're both wearing our outfits out of here." you voiced as you quickly gathered your clothes.
You made your way towards the door on shaky legs, Jay's hand covering your own on the handle as you went to open it.
"You're the insane one if you think I'm letting you walk out there looking like that, sweetheart."
You groaned in frustration, "Jay, we seriously don't have time for this."
You moved to push out of the fitting room, but you stopped when your boyfriend did something that made you speechless for what felt like the millionth time that day. Jay shrugged out of his jacket, leaving him in just the white tank underneath. You shamelessly ogled his arms and shoulders, even though this man had literally just rocked your shit and then some. Your boyfriend was hot, and you were only human after all.
He draped the garment over your figure before holding a hand out to you. You felt yourself blushing as your fingers slid into his.
"Get you a man who fingers you until you cry and then gives you his jacket after." you quipped, giggling as the two of you strolled out of the fitting room.
"Oh shut up, brat." Jay replied.
But he still leaned over to kiss your cheek, and when he pulled back to look at you, his eyes held all the love and affection in the world.
