pairing: husband!jay x chubby!reader || wc: 1.4k || cw: smut! established relationship, kissing, fingering, oral (f rec.), nipple/clit play, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), creampie, praise, body worship, slight overstimulation, dirty talk, strong language, use of petnames || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: this is so sweet and fluffy, thank you anomie for the request 🥹
the ballroom shines under crystal chandeliers, but jay only has eyes for you.
you stand beside him in a deep emerald gown that hugs your curves beautifully. the fabric flows over your slightly chubby figure like liquid silk, accentuating the soft swell of your belly, the fullness of your breasts, and the plush thickness of your thighs. your hair is styled elegantly, and the delicate makeup makes your eyes sparkle.
to jay, you look like a goddess.
“god, you’re stunning tonight,” he whispers in your ear during a quiet moment, his hand resting possessively on your lower back. “i can’t stop staring at my wife.”
you blush, gently nudging him. “stop, we’re in public.”
“i don’t care,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “let them stare. you’re the most beautiful woman here.”
the party goes on, but the tension between you two only grows. every time jay looks at you, his gaze lingers on the way the dress clung to your body, how your breasts presses against the neckline, how your hips sway when you walk. by the time the event ends, the air between you feels electric.
instead of heading straight to the car, jay takes your hand and leads you outside into the quiet gardens behind the venue.
“it’s peaceful out here,” he says softly, pulling you close as you walk along the moonlit path. “we barely get moments like this since our little one was born. i missed this… just us.”
you lean into him, smiling. “me too. i love being a mom, but i miss slow nights with you.”
the garden is empty and quiet. jay spots a flowering tree nearby and, with a mischievous grin, reaches up and plucks a couple of delicate white flowers.
“jay! you can’t just—”
“shh, no one’s looking,” he chuckles, tucking one gently behind your ear. he steps back to admire you, eyes soft with adoration. “there. my beautiful wife with flowers in her hair. you look like a dream.”
your heart flutters. he leans in and kisses you slowly under the moonlight, hands cupping your face like you are precious.
because, at least to him, you truly are.
your feet start aching after a while in your heels. without a word, jay scoops you up bridal-style, carrying you effortlessly towards the parking lot.
“jay, put me down! i’m too heavy—” you protests, cheeks burning.
“you’re perfect,” he says firmly, kissing your forehead. “and i love carrying my wife. let me take care of you.”
he carries you all the way to the car, only setting you down once you reach it. instead of taking the usual route home, jay chooses the longer scenic road, one hand resting on your thigh the entire drive, fingers occasionally tracing soft circles on your skin. the quiet music and city lights passing by make everything feel intimate.
when you finally arrive home, the house is silent — your toddler is staying with jay’s parents for the night. you head straight to the bedroom and sit at your vanity table, beginning to remove your jewelry.
“jay?” you call softly. “can you help me unzip my dress, baby? i can’t reach it.”
he appears behind you in the mirror, eyes dark as he slowly drags the zipper down your back. the emerald fabric parts, revealing your smooth skin. the dress pools at your waist, leaving you in just your strapless bra and panties.
jay’s hands linger on your shoulders. “you look incredible in this dress… but you look even better out of it.”
he leans down and kisses the side of your neck, then your shoulder. you tilt your head, giving him more access. the kiss deepens quickly. jay turns your chair around and pulls you up into a heated kiss, tongues sliding together as he backs you against the vanity table.
your hands fumble with his shirt buttons while he lifts you onto the table, stepping between your legs. makeup brushes and jewelry scattered as he kisses you desperately, hands roaming over your body.
“been wanting you all night,” he growls against your lips. “you have no idea what this gown did to me. the way it hugged your beautiful belly… your thighs… your breasts… i'm obsessed, baby.”
he kisses down your neck to your chest, pulling your bra down so your full breasts spill out. jay groans at the sight, cupping them with both hands.
“fuck, i love these,” he whispers, voice thick with lust. he leans in and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his thumb circles the other. you moan, back arching as he worships your breasts with lips, tongue, and soft praises.
“so perfect… so soft… all mine.”
he helps you off the vanity and guides you to the bed, laying you down gently. jay removes the rest of his clothes and your dress completely, then settles between your thighs.
he kisses every inch of you — starting with your wrists, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there, then moving down to your navel. he spends extra time there, licking and kissing the soft curve of your belly with so much love it almost makes your chest ache.
“i love this belly,” he murmurs, nipping gently. “love how it feels under my hands. love that it carried our son. it's so fucking beautiful.”
he moves lower, spreading your thighs wide and kissing the plush flesh there. “these thighs drive me crazy. so thick and soft… i could bury my face in them forever.”
finally, he reaches your core. jay looks up at you with dark, hungry eyes before diving in. his tongue licks a slow, broad stripe up your pussy, then focuses on your clit, sucking gently while two fingers push inside you.
you cry out, fingers threading through his hair as he eats you out with devotion. he moanes against you, the vibrations sending sparks through your body.
“you taste so good, baby. so wet for me already.”
he adds a third finger, curling them perfectly while his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit. your thighs tremble around his head as you come hard, moaning his name loudly.
jay doesn't stop. he keeps licking you through the aftershocks, gentling his touches until you are whimpering.
he finally crawls up your body, kissing your belly, your breasts, your neck, and finally your lips as he positions himself between your legs.
“i need you,” he whispers, rubbing his cock against your soaked folds. “want to feel you around me.”
you nod eagerly. jay pushes in slowly, savoring every inch until he's buried deep inside you. both of you moan at the feeling.
“fuck… you're so tight and warm,” he groans. he starts moving in deep, steady thrusts, missionary so he can look into your eyes and kiss you constantly.
jay worships you the entire time — hands kneading your breasts, lips sucking on your nipples, fingers occasionally rubbing your clit. he kisses your wrists again, then your belly, all while thrusting deeply.
“you’re so beautiful,” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “every part of you. your soft belly, your thick thighs squeezing me, your perfect tits bouncing every time i fuck you… i’m so in love with you.”
his pace quickens, hips snapping harder as pleasure builds again. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“jay— i’m close again—”
“cum for me, baby. let me feel you.”
you shatter around him, clenching tightly. jay follows right after, burying himself deep with a broken moan as he fills you with warm spurts of cum. he keeps thrusting slowly, pushing his release deeper while kissing you through both your highs.
afterwards, jay collapses beside you and immediately pulls you into his arms, holding you close. he strokes your hair, kisses your forehead, and whispers sweet praises.
“you were perfect tonight,” he murmurs, hand gently rubbing your belly. “my gorgeous wife. i love every single part of you.”
you smile sleepily, cuddling into his chest. “i love you too. thank you for tonight… for carrying me, for the flower, for everything.”
jay chuckles softly and kisses the top of your head. “anything for you. always.”
he gets up briefly to bring a warm towel, cleaning you gently before pulling the covers over both of you. you fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, the memory of the gown, the moonlight, and the flowers lingering sweetly between you.
warnings ── MDNI, smut, age gap, domestic violence/abusive father, praise, unprotected sex, oral sex (m), cum eating, light BDSM, nicknames, outercourse, creampie, pregnancy mention, unequal power dynamics.
wordcount ── 4,3k
a/n ── I do have a dad, I just like older men in suits, especially when it comes to Jay 🤤 masterlist
The house always felt entirely too vast and too cold whenever he was there. Your father was a man built of sharp silences and heavy, demanding footsteps—the kind of patriarch who exacted absolute obedience but never offered a shred of affection. To him, your existence was nothing more than an annoying accessory, an unwanted interruption to his business dealings and his revolving door of transient women.
Jay, on the other hand, was the only person who had ever truly seen you.
You had met two years ago when Jay joined your father’s firm as the senior partner. At first, you were merely the quiet daughter, fading into the shadows and corners of the estate. But while your father ignored you or unleashed furious screams over the slightest inconvenience, Jay began to bring you small tokens—a book you had only mentioned in passing, the specific chocolates you favored—or he would simply sit and listen to you talk for hours. He took you out to dinner when your father completely forgot your birthday, and he bought you the beautiful clothes your father dismissed as "ridiculous."
Slowly but surely, Jay became your sole refuge. He was the only adult who treated you with a sweet, aching respect and a chivalry that made your heart skip. How could you not fall completely in love with him?
But today, the hostility in your home had crossed a destructive, irreversible line.
The argument had erupted over something entirely trivial: accidentally moving a few documents in his private study. Your father’s venomous shouts echoed off the walls, heavy with contempt. When you tried to defend yourself, his hand struck your right cheekbone with blinding force. The blow sent you crashing to the hardwood floor, and before you could even attempt to rise, his boot drove viciously into your side, right over your ribs.
The sheer physical agony stole the breath straight from your lungs.
"You’re completely useless," he spat. He snatched his car keys, stormed out of the house, and slammed the heavy front door so violently that the windows rattled in their frames.
You remained curled on the hallway floor, hugging your knees to your chest as the pain in your torso burned with every shallow breath. You were utterly, completely alone. With trembling fingers, you unlocked your phone, your thumb hovering straight over the only contact that promised safety.
You dialed. On the very first ring, his deep, calm voice filled the line.
"Hello? Is everything okay?"
The simple, steady sound of his voice tore a jagged sob straight from your throat.
"Jay... can you come? Please," you begged, your voice fracturing entirely.
A tense, heavy silence followed. Immediately through the receiver, you heard the sharp rattle of his keys and the rustle of his heavy coat being ripped off the rack.
"What happened?" His tone was no longer calm; it was a sharp, military command laced with raw worry. "Is it your father? Tell me what he did to you."
"We fought..." you whispered, tears blinding you. "He left. I feel so alone, Jay."
"I am not leaving you there by yourself," he declared without a single shred of hesitation. "Listen to me, my girl. Pack a bag with some clothes and spend the night at my place. I’m on my way to get you right now. Don’t be long."
The line went dead. Those two words—my girl—settled like a soothing balm over your aching chest.
You forced yourself up with immense difficulty. Limping to the bathroom, you looked into the mirror to find your right cheekbone already swelling into an angry, dark red welt. You couldn't bear the thought of Jay looking at you with pity. With quick, practiced fingers, you patted on layers of concealer and foundation, desperately trying to mask the trauma. You changed clothes in a rush, selecting an outfit that made you feel secure, one you knew he adored: your white ruffled skirt, a soft pink button-up shirt, and your thigh-high white socks detailed with small pink bows. You wanted to look beautiful for him, despite everything.
The moment you heard the heavy purr of his car engine outside, you rushed downstairs, completely ignoring the throbbing agony in your ribs just to get to his arms.
Opening the passenger door, the rich scent of clean leather and his familiar, expensive cologne welcomed you like a heavy embrace. You climbed inside and immediately leaned across the console, desperately seeking his chest. Jay didn't hesitate for a second. He wrapped his large arms around you tightly, pulling you into his bulk with an incredibly protective, deliberate slowness. One of his massive hands caressed your back, anchoring you as you poured your hot tears directly into the fabric of his coat.
"I’ve got you, darling. You’re safe now," he murmured, his deep baritone vibrating heavily against his chest cavity.
After a few long moments, you pulled away reluctantly. Jay turned to face you under the dim, amber glow of the dashboard light. His dark eyes scanned your features, stopping dead on your right cheek. His brow furrowed. Without a word, he brushed the heavy pad of his thumb across your cheekbone. The friction easily wiped away the rushed cosmetic barrier, exposing the stark red welt beneath. Your involuntary wince of pain confirmed his worst fears.
Jay’s jaw clenched so hard you could hear the audible snap of his teeth.
"He hit you, didn’t he?" His voice dropped to a cold, lethal whisper. "He struck your face, my girl. Why did you try to hide this from me?"
"I didn’t want you to get angry, Jay. Or to think that I’m just a problem," you muttered, instinctively lowering your gaze.
Jay let out a heavy, ragged breath through his nose, forcing his mounting rage under strict control. He caught your chin between two fingers, firmly tilting your face up to force your eyes to meet his.
"Look at me. You will never, ever be a problem to me. Don’t you dare forget that," he said with a fierce gravity that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "It’s that coward who makes me angry. Let’s go home. You need to rest."
The drive to his estate was a sanctuary of peaceful silence. When you arrived at his imposing property, he guided you upstairs with a gentle hand on your lower back, opening the door to an immaculate, hyper-luxurious guest bedroom.
"If you need absolutely anything, I’ll be just down the hall in my office. Try to get some sleep, okay?" he told you, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your uninjured temple.
But sleep was an impossibility. Every time you closed your eyes, you relived the violent echo of your father’s screams. In the dead of night, your throat feeling entirely parched, you decided to slip downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.
You padded down the grand staircase barefoot, your thigh-high socks making absolutely no sound against the polished steps. The oppressive quiet of the house was broken only by the rhythmic, impatient tapping of a pen against a mahogany desk and Jay’s tired, heavy sigh. A sliver of warm light spilled from his private office. You walked timidly toward the threshold and gently pushed the door open.
"Jay?" you whispered into the dark room.
He looked up instantly. The moment his eyes fell upon you standing there in the shadows—wearing nothing but the ruffled skirt and the thigh-high socks—the exhaustion vanished from his face, replaced by something dark and intensely focused.
"What’s wrong, beautiful? Can’t sleep?" he asked, setting his pen aside.
"No..." you admitted, your voice sounding small and fragile in the vast room.
Instead of approaching him, you sat down shyly in a heavy leather armchair near his desk, curling your legs up and tightly hugging your knees. Jay turned his executive chair completely toward you, his dark eyes tracking your every micro-movement.
"I just feel so alone," you whispered, looking at the floor. "Sometimes I feel like I have no one at all. If my own father can’t even find a way to love me... how could anyone else?"
The raw, bleeding ache in your voice made Jay’s rigid self-control snap entirely. He extended his large, commanding hands toward you.
"Come here."
You stood up without a moment’s hesitation, walking across the room and climbing directly onto his lap. The weight of your petite frame was nothing compared to the solid, muscular mass of his broad thighs, which were covered in the stiff, expensive fabric of his suit trousers. Jay immediately wrapped a heavy arm around your waist, sealing your lower back against his body.
"Don’t you ever say that again," he scolded with an intoxicating gentleness, his warm breath brushing over your cheek. "You are the sweetest, most precious girl I have ever known. Any man would utterly ruin himself just to have you by his side, to protect you and adore you. Myself included."
Your lips parted slightly. With your heart hammering frantically against your ribs, you slid your hands up the front of his crisp white shirt, moving slowly until your fingers reached his collar. Your fingertips brushed the burning, smooth skin of his throat, contrasting sharply with the hard, masculine line of his jaw.
"Do you love me, Jay?" you asked, exposing your pure, unadulterated vulnerability.
Jay offered a sweet, devastating smile—the rare, soft kind he only ever saved exclusively for you—and caressed your hip right over the fabric of your skirt.
"Of course I love you, my girl. Far more than you should ever let me."
"I love you too," you murmured.
You leaned in and kissed him. It began as a soft, tentative brush of lips that quickly deepened with absolute, desperate need. Jay didn’t pull away; instead, his large hands gripped your hips, digging into your clothes as he tasted your lips with a deliberate, heavy patience that made your knees go weak. When you finally pulled back just a fraction of an inch to breathe, Jay let out a heavy, shuddering sigh. He ran a hand through his dark hair, visibly trying to claw back his role as the responsible adult in the room.
"Maybe... you should go back upstairs to sleep," he said, though his voice had dropped an entire octave, notably rougher and thicker with arousal. "It’s late."
"I don’t want to sleep, Jay. I want you so badly," you said firmly, staring directly into his blown-out eyes. You stood up, stepping squarely between his spread legs. "I want to show you how grateful I am that you’ve always been here for me."
Before he could utter a single word of protest, you dropped to your knees onto the plush carpet, positioning yourself directly between his thighs. Jay stiffened instantly, his large hands gripping the leather armrests of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. His broad chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged heaves.
You leaned forward, gently resting your uninjured cheek against the black fabric of his trousers. Right beneath your face, the material was already stretching incredibly tight over the rigid, burning length forming underneath. You pressed a pair of soft, lingering kisses right over the fabric, hearing his breath hitch violently in the quiet office.
"Princess..." he warned, a dark growl in his throat, but his fingers only tightened harder against the leather of the chair. He made absolutely no move to push you away.
You reached for the metal zipper. The sharp, mechanical slide of it cutting through the silence echoed clearly in the room. You slid your fingers inside the opening, parting his underwear to free his member, which was impressively large, rock-hard, and throbbing with heat. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss directly to the tip, tasting the slick bead gleaming there, before dragging the tip of your tongue slowly and wetly all the way down his heavy length.
A low, guttural groan tore from deep within Jay’s throat. His restraint completely shattered.
"Oh, God..." he growled, tangling his large fingers deep into your hair. He didn’t pull you away; instead, his heavy hands firmly guided your head in a slow, commanding rhythm as you opened your mouth to take him in, sliding him smoothly past your wet, parted lips.
"That’s it, my girl..." Jay whispered, his voice completely broken with arousal as he looked down at you with dark, dilated eyes. "Such a good girl... Suck it for me. Feel how hard you make me just by looking at me."
Jay let out a shaky, uneven breath, lowering his hands to gently cradle your face. His thumbs caressed your cheeks with extreme delicacy, careful not to put an ounce of pressure on your swollen cheekbone. With a slow but firm roll of his hips, he began to push forward, seeking the back of your throat. His thick girth stretched the corners of your lips, filling your oral cavity entirely. Your tongue worked intuitively around him, sucking gently as he filled you.
From your position below, your eyes welled with involuntary tears from the sheer depth of his thrusts, forcing small, muffled whimpers from your throat. Jay answered with deep, raspy grunts, entirely giving in to the pace, carefully controlling the pressure on your neck so he wouldn't hurt you.
"That’s it... take all of it," Jay groaned, his entire muscular frame locking up as his climax hit him. He held himself deep inside your mouth for a split second before pulsing heavily against your throat, unraveling in a hot, thick torrent that flooded you. Without hesitation, you swallowed it all down, gulping hard while holding his intense gaze.
Jay let out a long, ragged sigh of pure relief, his chest heaving violently beneath his unbuttoned shirt. Carefully, he pulled out of your mouth and leaned down toward you. He slid his index finger over your chin, gently pressing your bottom lip downward to open your mouth. Seeing your tongue completely clean, a smile of immense pride and dark adoration tugged at his lips.
"Such a good girl..." he praised, his voice incredibly husky and ruined. "I love how obedient you are for me."
He took your hands and gently pulled you up to your feet. With swift, practiced movements, Jay unbuttoned your pink shirt and slid it smoothly off your shoulders. As you stood there in your pink lace bra, his eyes immediately dropped to your chest, but they stopped dead when he noticed your side. Your father’s boot had left a dark, painful purple bruise right over your ribs—a harsh, violent reminder that contrasted sharply with the warmth of the office.
Jay’s jaw clenched again, his brows knitting together in pure, protective frustration. He placed his large, warm palms on your waist with extreme care, wrapping around you defensively to avoid touching the injured spot. His fingers found the waistband of your ruffled skirt and, with a gentle tug, slid it down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your pink lace panties and your white thigh-high socks.
A dark, predatory spark of desire flared in his eyes as he took you in.
"Tell me something, beautiful..." he murmured, leaning down so his voice vibrated right against your ear. "Did you dress up this pretty just for me tonight?"
You bit your lip, feeling the heat rush intensely to your cheeks, and nodded.
"I wanted to look beautiful for you."
"You are. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," he vowed, his tone entirely serious.
Jay straightened up and stripped off his dark silk tie. Grabbing you gently by the shoulders, he turned you around, guiding you so the front of your body pressed against the surface of his desk. With firm, unyielding movements, he pulled your wrists behind your back and bound them together with his silk tie, securing the knot tight enough to keep you held, but careful not to chafe your skin. He turned you back around with care, lifting you off the ground effortlessly—your frames contrasting heavily in size—to sit you on the edge of the desk. Your back leaned against the cool glass top, scattering the paperwork beneath you.
He caressed the sensitive skin of your thighs, right above the pink bows of your socks, separating your legs to step between them. He leaned over you, pinning you down with his massive build, and trapped you in a deep, commanding kiss that made you entirely forget the physical ache in your face and ribs, sinking utterly into the absolute security of his weight.
Jay pulled away from the kiss slowly, a thin string of saliva briefly connecting your lips. His dark eyes burned with a hungry, focused intensity. Without breaking eye contact, he slid his hand down, slipping past the edge of your pink lace panties. With a single finger, he parted the wet fabric to the side, exposing your slick intimacy to his gaze.
"Look at you..." Jay whispered, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "You’re absolutely soaking for me, my girl."
A shiver raced down your spine as his fingers brushed against your wet clit. You gave a small gasp, twitching on the edge of the desk, but the silk constraints around your wrists reminded you that you were completely at his mercy.
Jay brought his free hand to his member, giving his hard, veiny length a few slow strokes to prep it. Then, he adjusted the lace fabric of your panties so it lined the very tip of his head, using it as a barrier to catch the friction. He began to rub his cock up and down against your slit, using your soaked underwear to slide against you. The intense heat of him against your skin made you pant, desperately arching your neck up to find his lips. Jay leaned down to let you cling, catching your earlobe between his teeth.
"Jay... please," you whimpered, rubbing yourself fruitlessly against him, your head spinning from the pleasure. "I need you now... don’t be mean to me, please..."
Jay let out a low, husky laugh, a dark vibration that rumbled against your skin. He pulled back just enough to look down hugging you, a crooked smirk on his face that stole your breath.
"Mean? You have no idea how mean I can be, darling," he murmured, his voice dripping with absolute control. "I am going to fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name, but you have to be a good girl."
He lined the head of his cock up directly with your entrance. He pushed in just an inch—just enough to make your mouth pop open in a gasp of anticipation—and then pulled out entirely. He did it again, a slow, torturous tease that made you arch your back off the glass, desperately trying to chase the void.
"Jay..." you begged, your eyes squeezed shut, your cheeks burning with a mix of frustration and lust.
"Open your eyes. Look at me," he commanded.
The moment you looked up, Jay buried himself inside you.
The penetration was deep, slick, and heavy, filling you completely in one single, unyielding stroke. You let out a sharp cry that Jay immediately smothered, capturing your lips with his. The impact made you lose all sense of time, but before you could even recover, he pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing it against the wet bundle of nerves, maintaining a steady, heavy pressure as he began to pace his thrusts into a slow, bruising rhythm.
The combination of his thickness stretching you out inside and the unyielding pressure on your center made your entire body shake. You wanted to move, you wanted to grind, but Jay’s iron grip on your hips kept you pinned flat against the desk, forcing you to take the full depth of every shove.
"That’s it... whimper for me," he growled against your mouth, picking up the pace. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"
The sensation of having him so deep was overwhelming; his thick, hot length stretched your inner walls with every push, hitting spots so deep it made your belly tremble. Desperate for more friction, you tried to tilt your hips, trying to adjust the angle to ease the delicious torture. But Jay wouldn't let you. His large hands clamped like vices on the sides of your waist, holding you immobile against the desk with unquestionable authority.
"Shh, still, my girl..." he whispered into your ear, his voice raspy and dominant. "Don’t move. Let me do all the work. You just open up and enjoy how well I take care of you."
To prove it, Jay hooked his free arm under your right knee and lifted your leg high, pinning it against his side. The shift in angle allowed him to sink even deeper, bottoming out perfectly. With every slow, heavy thrust, the air in the office filled with a wet, rhythmic, wicked sound; the echo of your slickness and his friction slapping against your skin betrayed just how incredibly dominated you were.
"Listen to that..." he growled, burying himself to the absolute base, forcing a strangled cry of pleasure from you. "You’re so tight and so wet for me. This is what happens when you’re treated the way you deserve."
Holding you steady, Jay picked up the pace a few times, making you see stars, before pulling out completely with a wet whine. Without giving you time to process the emptiness, he grabbed you by the hip and flipped you firmly over the desk, forcing you onto your hands and knees against the cold wood and glass. With your wrists still bound behind your back with his tie, your rear was left completely elevated and exposed to him.
Jay didn’t waste a second. With a swift movement, he yanked your pink lace panties down to your thighs, leaving them bunched up around your stockings. He slid a large palm over the curve of your ass, giving you a firm slap that made you gasp, before caressing the hot skin with absolute possessiveness.
"Look at you..." he muttered, lining the tip of his cock back up with your opening. "What a perfect view. You’re mine, aren’t you?"
He drove himself in all the way from behind in one deep plunge. The impact arched your back, pinning your chest to the glass of the desk as your body desperately molded itself around his thickness. Jay began to slam his hips against yours in a dirty, possessive, relentless rhythm, making you moan breathlessly against the wood.
In the middle of the blur, Jay reached his long arm forward. His large hand caught you by the jaw, forcing your head back so you had to look up at him. His dark eyes were completely wild, bloodshot with intense arousal. He leaned down to devour your lips in an asphyxiating, deep, wet kiss, tasting your moans before pulling back just a fraction of an inch.
"That coward didn’t know what he had..." Jay whispered, his voice broken, his hot breath searing your lips as he kept hammering into you with force. "He made you feel like you were nothing, but here you are... surrendered to me. Tell me, beautiful... Are you going to let me fill you up completely? Are you going to let me mark you as his?"
You nodded frantically, your eyes swimming with tears of pure ecstasy, unable to form words from the sheer intensity of the pounding. Jay stopped his hips dead just millimeters from your depth, holding himself perfectly still inside you, making you whimper at the sudden agonizing halt. He squeezed your jaw gently, forcing you to hold his gaze.
"Don’t just nod at me, darling. Use your big girl words. Ask for it," he commanded with a gravity that made you shiver. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"Pl... please, Jay..." you begged, your voice cracked and your breath hitching. "Fill me... Please, Jay, fill me... I just... need you. Make me yours."
A smile of absolute pride and possession curled Jay’s lips.
"That’s my girl. So good for me..."
With a low grunt that rattled from his chest, Jay slammed back into you, this time going savage, fast, and entirely ruthless. The desk creaked under your combined weight as he dug his fingers hard into your hips. The advantage of his size crushed you deliciously against the surface. The relentless friction on your clit and the sheer depth of his cock exploded inside you. Your walls began to squeeze him in violent, clamping spasms, milking him from the inside out as you came with a sharp, breathless cry.
Feeling your wet hole grip him with that kind of force, Jay’s last bit of restraint snapped. He let out a deep, guttural roar, burying himself to the absolute hilt inside you, his entire body locking up tight as he let his semen pump out, filling you to the absolute brim.
He stayed motionless for a long moment, letting the final pulses of his orgasm bleed out. Then, with a heavy, exhausted sigh, he pulled out slowly. His cock made a wet, sucking sound as it exited your body, leaving an immediate, cold ache that made you whimper.
Jay, his fingers still trembling from the exertion, slid one of his large hands between your thighs. Using his middle and index fingers, he slowly parted the lips of your vagina, pulling you open to expose your wet, ruined center to his gaze.
Jay watched as the thick, white cream began to overflow, dripping lazily down your slit and pooling in a warm, slow drizzle onto the carpet. A smug, deeply possessive smile tugged at his lips at the sight of the absolute mess he had left inside you.
He leaned down over your back, pressing his mouth right against your ear, and his hot breath sent a violent shiver through your skin as he whispered in a rough, dangerous rumble:
"Look at you... completely full of me. Let’s hope getting you pregnant is enough of an excuse for your father to finally let me take you to live with me for good."
you finally get the opportunity to pamper your boyfriend
pairing: sub! jay x soft domme!reader || wc: 2.6k || cw: smut! kissing, making out, oral sex (m rec.), p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), creampie, praise, use of petnames, dirty talk, strong language. reader rejects jay a couple times, yearner!jay, pining || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: after the many requests of sub!jay… what you want is what you get 🫡
you sit on the edge of your bed, heart heavy as jay stands in front of you, hands fidgeting at his sides. his usual confident posture is gone, replaced by nervous hope in his eyes.
“i like you,” he says quietly, voice steady but soft. “i’ve liked you for a long time. more than friends. will you go out with me?”
you swallow, chest tight. jay has been one of your closest friends for over a year, always kind, always there. the two of you met when you joined the company as a trainee and quickly bonded over late-night practices, shared playlists, and quiet conversations about the pressure of the idol life. he was the one who brought you snacks when you skipped meals, the one who stayed behind to help you perfect a difficult choreography, the one whose laugh made even the hardest days feel lighter. but you aren’t ready. the timing feels wrong, your own feelings too tangled with the stress of debut preparations, self-doubt, and the fear of complicating the group dynamic. dating within the team could change everything.
“jay… i’m sorry. i don’t feel the same way right now. i value our friendship so much. i don’t want to ruin that.”
his face falls for just a second — eyes dimming, shoulders dropping — before he forces a small, understanding smile. “i understand. really. thank you for being honest.” he leaves your dorm room gently, closing the door with a soft click, but you see the hurt lingering in his eyes, the way he pauses in the hallway for a moment like he needs to collect himself.
that night marks the beginning of months of quiet pining.
jay doesn’t pull away completely. he doesn’t disappear from your life. he still laughs at your jokes during group dinners, still saves you the seat next to him on long flights, still sends late-night messages asking if you got home safe. but you notice the way his gaze lingers when he thinks you aren’t looking. how he looks at you a second longer when you laugh at one of jake’s jokes. the way his hand brushes yours a second too long when passing something. the way his smile turns softer, almost yearning, whenever you enter the room. the other members notice nothing unusual — jay has always been attentive — but you feel the shift.
weeks turn into months. he tries. god, he tries so gently. small things at first — bringing your favorite coffee to practice without being asked, remembering the exact way you like your ramen, leaving little notes in your bag with silly drawings that make you smile. after a month, he asks again, voice careful. “things might have changed for you? even a little?”
you look at him, heart twisting at the hope in his expression. “jay, you’re incredible. you really are. but i’m still figuring myself out. i don’t want to hurt you by rushing into something i’m not sure about.”
he nods, swallowing hard, but his smile is genuine even through the disappointment. “okay. i’ll keep being your friend. that’s enough for me right now.” yet that night, as you lie in bed, you can’t stop thinking about the way his voice cracked just slightly at the end.
two more months pass. his longing becomes something palpable. during late-night studio sessions, he watches you with tired but adoring eyes while you practice vocals. when the group goes out for late dinners, he sits across from you, quietly stealing glances that make your heart flutter more than you admit. he never pressures you. never makes it awkward for the others. but you feel it — the depth of his yearning, the way he lights up when you laugh at something he says, the way his shoulders slump just slightly when you leave the room.
one rainy evening, after a canceled schedule, the two of you end up alone in the dorm kitchen. thunder rumbles outside as you make ramen together. jay’s sleeves are rolled up, hair slightly damp from the rain. conversation flows easily at first—complaints about choreography, dreams for the future—but then he grows quiet.
“sometimes i wonder what it would be like,” he admits, stirring the pot. “if you had said yes that first time. waking up next to you, planning secret dates, just… being with you. i know i shouldn’t say this, but i still feel it. every day.”
you freeze, spoon halfway to your mouth. guilt and something warmer bloom in your chest. “jay…”
“it’s okay,” he says quickly, offering a reassuring smile. “i’m not asking again. i just… needed to say it out loud. i’ll wait as long as it takes. you’re worth it.”
those words stay with you. over the following weeks, your own feelings begin to shift. his patience, his quiet strength, the way he never makes you feel pressured—it all chips away at your hesitation. you find yourself seeking him out more, laughing a little louder at his jokes, lingering in hugs during goodnights.
finally, after nearly six months, it happens. one evening after a particularly exhausting comeback promotion, you find him alone on the dorm balcony, staring at the city lights. you sit beside him. the silence stretches comfortably before you speak.
“jay… why do you keep waiting for me?”
he turns to you, eyes soft and honest under the moonlight. “because it’s you. every time i try to move on, i realize no one else makes me feel this way. i like the way you think, the way you care about everyone, the way your voice sounds when you’re excited. i’ll keep waiting if that’s what you need. but i won’t pretend i don’t want you.”
your heart cracks open. months of his steady, patient affection have slowly shifted something inside you. you reach for his hand. “okay,” you whisper. “let’s try. i want to try with you. i want to try. if you’ll still have me.”
jay’s eyes widen, then fill with pure, disbelieving joy. he pulls you into a gentle hug, burying his face in your hair. “thank you,” he breathes. “i won’t mess this up.”
your first date is simple and perfect. he takes you to a quiet café tucked away from fans, then a walk along the han river at night. his hand holds yours like it’s precious, thumb stroking your skin constantly. he listens intently when you talk, laughs at your stories, and when he walks you back, he kisses your forehead softly. “i’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits, cheeks pink.
the second date is a movie night in his dorm when the others are out. you cuddle under blankets, his arm around you the entire time. he keeps glancing at you instead of the screen, stealing soft kisses that leave you both smiling.
your third date ends with him cooking for you in the dorm kitchen. the food is delicious, the conversation flows easily, and when you kiss him goodnight, it deepens, turning heated but still careful. you pull back, breathing fast. “soon,” you promise. “i want our first time to be special.”
he nods, eyes dark with want but full of patience. “whenever you’re ready. no rush.”
that night, after the date, you go shopping alone. you pick out a delicate set of lingerie — black lace that hugs your curves, sheer in all the right places, with tiny straps and a matching thong. you want to make this night unforgettable for him after all his waiting.
the next evening, the dorm is empty. the members are away for a schedule. jay texts you to come over. when you arrive, he has dimmed the lights, soft music playing, and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers on the table. he looks nervous and handsome in a simple black button-up.
“hi,” he says, voice already a little rough as he pulls you inside.
you kiss him slowly at first, building the heat between you. clothes come off gradually — his shirt, your dress — until you’re standing in front of him in just the lingerie.
jay freezes. his eyes look at you, up and down, lips parting in shock. the black lace contrasts beautifully against your skin, the sheer panels leaving little to the imagination. “oh my god…” he whispers, voice breaking. “you… you bought this for me?” his hands tremble slightly as they hover near your waist, afraid to touch something so perfect. “you look… god, i think my heart actually stopped. you’re going to kill me, baby.”
you nod, smiling shyly. “i wanted to look perfect for you tonight.”
he looks like he might actually pass out. his hands hover in the air, almost afraid to touch. “you’re going to kill me. seriously. i’ve imagined this so many times but— fuck, you’re unreal.”
you step closer, cupping his face. you press soft kisses to his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, then his lips. “my sweet boy,” you murmur against his mouth. “you’ve waited so long for me. let me take care of you tonight.”
jay shudders visibly at the pet name, cheeks flushing deep red. “baby… i should be the one—”
“shh.” you kiss him deeper, tongue sliding against his. “you’ve pined and longed and been so patient with me. tonight is about you.”
you guide him to the bed, pushing him gently onto his back. he lies there, breathing hard already, eyes locked on you as you climb over him. you start pampering him with kisses — slow, open-mouthed ones across his jaw, down his neck, over his collarbones. every kiss is accompanied by soft words.
“my good boy,” you whisper, lips brushing his chest. “you're so handsome, so strong for waiting all those months.”
jay lets out a shaky groan, hands gripping the sheets. “fuck… keep talking like that and i won’t last.”
you smile, kissing lower, across his toned stomach. “my pretty jay. my sweet, loving boy who never gave up on me.” you reach the waistband of his pants and slowly pull them down along with his boxers. his cock springs free, hard and leaking, flushed at the tip. he twitches under your gaze.
“you're so perfect,” you praise, pressing a kiss to his hip. “look at you, all worked up just for me.”
jay moans openly, the sound low and needy. he bites his lip hard, trying to muffle it, but another kiss to his inner thigh pulls a broken groan from his throat. “ah— baby… please…”
you take him in your hand, stroking slowly. he arches off the bed, another moan spilling out. “you sound so pretty when you moan,” you tell him, kissing the head of his cock. “don’t hold back. i want to hear all of it.”
he whines — actually whines — when you take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. “oh god… your mouth— fuck, so warm and—” his hand flies to your hair but he doesn’t push, just holds on like you’re grounding him.
you work him with your mouth and hand, slow and loving, while your other hand caresses his thighs, his stomach, his chest. every few seconds you pull off to kiss his hips, his abs, murmuring more pet names. “my sweet boy… my patient, perfect jay… you deserve this.”
jay is falling apart. moans and groans pour from him constantly. he tries biting his lip, tries covering his mouth, but the sounds escape anyway — deep, desperate noises that make heat pool between your legs. “i should be… fucking you,” he babbles between moans. “should be making you feel good— ahh, fuck— not you spoiling me like this—”
you pull off with a wet pop and crawl up his body, kissing him deeply. “you’ve waited months for me, baby. let me take care of my sweet boy tonight. let me love you the way you deserve.”
he nods frantically, eyes glassy with pleasure and emotion. “okay… okay, please, let me touch you. i wanna touch you—”
you remove the rest of your lingerie slowly, letting him watch every inch. jay’s gaze is worshipful, hands finally moving to touch your waist, your breasts, your thighs. you settle over him, guiding his cock to your entrance. you’re soaked, aching for him after months of tension and the sweetness of tonight.
you sink down inch by inch. jay’s head falls back, a long, guttural groan tearing from his throat. “so tight— baby, you feel incredible. so fucking good. oh my god—” his hips twitch but he lets you set the pace.
once he’s fully inside you, you stay still for a moment, kissing his face everywhere — his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips. “my jay,” you whisper. “my sweet, lovely boy. i’m so glad i said yes.”
you start moving, rolling your hips in slow, deep circles. jay moans with every motion, hands squeezing your hips, eyes fluttering shut. “feels too good… i can’t— i’m gonna—” he bites his lip again but fails when you lean down to suck on his neck. another loud groan escapes.
“don’t hold back,” you encourage, kissing along his jaw. “let me hear how good my sweet boy feels.”
he babbles then, words tumbling out between moans and gasps. “i love you— i've wanted this for so long— your pussy is perfect— fuck, i’m yours, all yours— please don’t stop—” his voice cracks on a particularly deep grind, turning into a needy whine.
you ride him steadily, hands braced on his chest, kissing him whenever you can. the room fills with the sounds of skin meeting skin, his constant moans, and your soft praises. “good boy. you're taking me so well… my patient, loving jay…”
jay’s hands roam your body, touching you, but he lets you stay in control. his moans grow louder, more desperate.
he tries to muffle them by turning his face into the pillow, but you gently turn him back. “let me hear you, baby.”
when you start bouncing faster, clenching around him, his groans turn almost constant. “i’m close— baby, i’m so close, gonna cum so hard. gonna give you everything—”
“cum for me, sweet boy,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss him deeply. “fill me up. you’ve earned it.”
jay cums with a broken, loud moan that echoes in the room, hips stuttering up into you as he spills deep inside. his whole body trembles, face flushed, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure. you follow right after, grinding down and moaning his name softly.
you collapse onto his chest, both of you breathing hard. you keep kissing him — his forehead, his temples, his lips — whispering more sweet words. “my perfect jay. my sweet, sweet boy. i love how you sound for me.”
he wraps his arms around you tightly, still inside you, hiding his face in your neck. “you’re going to kill me with those pet names,” he mumbles, voice hoarse and shy. “i’ve never… felt like this before.”
you smile, stroking his hair. “good. because i plan on calling you my sweet boy every time we do this.”
he laughs softly, embarrassed but happy, pressing kisses to your shoulder. you stay like that for a long time, cuddling, touching lazily, talking about the months he spent pining and how glad you both are that you finally took the chance.
later that night, after cleaning up and eating snacks in bed, you do it again — slower this time, face to face, with even more kisses and whispered praises. jay still moans beautifully, still gets flustered by every “good boy” and “my sweet love,” but he stops fighting it. he lets you pamper him, lets himself enjoy being taken care of after waiting so long.
in the quiet hours before morning, as you lie tangled together, jay traces patterns on your back and whispers, “i’m so glad you said yes. i would’ve waited forever for you.”
you kiss his chest, right over his heart. “good thing you don’t have to wait anymore.”
can we please get a stepdad!jay and reader fucking under the blanket during movie night
Sometimes, your mom feels like a third wheel in her own marriage. It’s obvious to her and everyone else that you and Jay are close—closer than they could ever be. Before, it never bothered her. She was happy that you two got along so well. Now, she can’t say she feels the same.
It’s just the tiniest bit infuriating for her to find you cuddled up to her husband on the couch. You’ve somehow convinced him to watch some romance movie that she could’ve never gotten him to watch. Her favorite blanket is draped over your bodies, but she can’t say anything. Instead she bitterly watches you two from the recliner, wishing she was in your place instead.
Meanwhile, you’re trying hard not to moan as your stepdad rubs slow circles on your slick pussy. His moves are firm and deliberate, prepping you until you’re wet and aching for his cock. The slip dress you’re wearing feels like a second skin from how hot your body has gotten.
“You’re making such a mess,” Jay coos quietly as he presses his fingers against your clit.
You hum, barely containing the moan you want to let out. You’re so turned on, especially because your mom is sitting a few feet away, completely obvious to the fact that her husband is playing with your little pussy.
It won’t be long until you cum, and luckily for you, your mom gets up and announces that she’s going to the bathroom. Jay wastes no time in pulling you onto his lap and pulling his sweats down enough to free his cock. You moan into his neck when he slips his girthy cock inside your aching cunt.
Your stepdad grabs your ass and starts bouncing you on his cock. He groans when you bite down on his neck as he stretches you out. Lewd squelching sounds start to rival the noise from the movie, but neither of you think about stopping.
“Gonna cream all over your fat cock, daddy,” you mewl in his ear. “Fuck. So good.”
“Mhm, good girl. Make a mess on daddy’s cock so he can creampie your little pussy.”
You roll your hips, careful not to let the blanket fall off your bodies. Your stepdad’s big dick is reaching so deep inside you that all your juices are dripping down to his balls. The fact that you hear the toilet flush from down the hall doesn’t make you stop. You moan into his neck when your orgasm abruptly hits and coats his throbbing length.
Jay groans and pulls you away from his neck to shove his tongue in your mouth before he empties his thick load into your awaiting pussy. He falls sideways on the couch, fucking his cock deeper into your cunt as it twitches and pulses with each spurt of cum that you milk from him.
You’re sated against his collarbone when your mom finally returns. You barely hear her ask why you two are laying down as her husband’s cock spurts the last of his seed into your used hole.
“She fell asleep,” Jay says against your hair. “I didn’t want to wake her.”
Your mom accepts the answer, completely unaware that her husband’s big cock is lodged inside her daughter’s messy cunt.
toxic dom jay who gets jealous when the boys talk to his gf for a bit too long
why is it always so hard for me to write men being mean
warnings: dark, toxic, and possessive themes, intense jealousy, power imbalance, manipulation, jealousy and (angry) sex as a form of dominance, possessive and controlling behavior. smut!! rough sex, fingering, oral (f rec.), choking, begging, spanking, hair pulling, degradation, marking, biting, clit play, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), breeding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, manhandling, use of petnames, strong language, semi-public sex. (such a long list)
everyone knows better than to test jay's patience when it comes to you. he is sweet in public — holding your hand, kissing your temple, calling you his — but behind closed doors he is possessive, controlling, and unapologetically toxic.
you crave it. the way his jaw tightens when another guy looks at you too long, the way his grip on your waist turns bruising, the way he fucks you like he’s erasing anyone else from your mind.
tonight is no different.
the dorm living room is loud with laughter. the boys are sprawled across the couches after practice, exhausted but still buzzing with energy. you sit between jay’s legs on the big sectional, his arm draped heavily over your shoulders, fingers idly stroking your collarbone. you’re wearing one of his hoodies, thighs bare under the hem, and jay’s free hand rests high on your leg, thumb brushing the edge of your panties like a silent claim.
sunghoon is telling a story about something that happened in the studio earlier, leaning forward with that easy smile of his. he keeps glancing at you, asking for your reaction. “right? you would’ve died laughing.”
you laugh softly, nodding. “yeah, that sounds exactly like you, hoon.”
the conversation flows naturally. jake joins in, teasing sunghoon, and soon heeseung is adding details, all of them talking to you like you’re part of the group. it’s innocent. friendly. but jay’s body tenses behind you. his fingers stop their gentle stroking and dig into your shoulder.
you feel it immediately — the shift in his energy, his breath is hot against your ear when he leans in.
“are you having fun?” he murmurs, voice low enough that only you hear. there’s a dangerous edge to it.
you tilt your head slightly. “they’re just talking, jay.”
“they’re talking to you for too fucking long,” he replies, so quiet and sharp it sends heat pooling between your legs.
sunoo notices nothing and asks you something about the new tv show you’ve been watching. you answer politely, but jay’s hand slides down your side, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. he pulls you back tighter against his chest, almost possessively grinding his growing erection against your ass.
“eyes on me,” he whispers darkly. “not on them.”
your cheeks burn. the boys keep chatting, oblivious, but jay’s jealousy is simmering. when jake leans closer to show you something on his phone, laughing as he says “look at this, you’ll love it,” jay’s patience snaps.
he stands up abruptly, pulling you with him. his hand wraps around your wrist like steel.
“we’re going to my room,” he announces, voice calm but cold. the boys blink, used to his moods by now.
“already? we were just—” jake starts, but jay cuts him off with a sharp look.
“she’s tired.” it’s a lie. you’re not. but no one argues with jay when he gets like this.
he drags you down the hallway, grip tight, and the second his door closes he pushes you against it. his mouth crashes onto yours, rough and claiming. teeth nip at your bottom lip until you whimper.
“you let them talk to you like that?” he growls, hands already shoving the hoodie up your body. “smiling at jake, laughing with sunghoon, letting heeseung look at you too long. you’re mine, baby. fucking mine.”
“jay—” you gasp as he yanks the hoodie over your head, leaving you in just panties.
“say it,” he demands, fingers hooking into your panties and ripping them down your legs. “tell me who you belong to.”
“you,” you breathe, already wet for him. “only you.”
he spins you around, pressing your chest against the door. one hand fists in your hair, tugging your head back while the other slides between your legs, fingers plunging into your soaked pussy without warning. you moan loudly, knees buckling.
“too loud,” he hisses, but he doesn’t stop. he fucks you with two fingers, deep and fast, curling against that spot that makes you see stars. “what if they hear you? what if they know how quickly you get wet for me after talking to them?”
his thumb presses hard on your clit, rubbing fast circles. your hips grind back against his hand desperately.
“please, jay… i wasn’t—”
“you don’t need to talk to them that long,” he cuts you off, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “a smile is enough. anything more and i’ll remind you right here who owns this pussy.”
he pulls his fingers out suddenly, leaving you empty and whining. you hear his belt buckle, the sound of his pants dropping. his cock slaps against your ass, thick and hot and already leaking.
“beg,” he orders, rubbing the head between your folds, teasing your entrance.
“please fuck me,” you whimper. “i’m yours, jay. only yours. please—”
he slams into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. you cry out, the stretch burning so good. he doesn’t give you time to adjust. he fucks you hard against the door, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room.
“so fucking tight,” he groans, one hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “this pussy knows who it belongs to. even when you’re smiling at the others, your body remembers me.”
you push back against him, meeting every thrust. his jealousy fuels him — every moan he pulls from you is a victory. he reaches around to rub your clit again, fast and rough, while pounding into you.
“gonna cum?” he taunts, lips brushing your ear. “gonna let them hear how i make you fall apart?”
you nod frantically, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes. he tightens his grip on your throat and fucks you deeper, grinding against your ass with every stroke.
“cum then. cum on my cock like the needy little slut you are for me.”
your orgasm crashes over you violently. you clench around him, moaning his name loud enough that you’re sure the boys can hear. jay doesn’t stop. he fucks you through it, chasing his own release, until he buries himself deep and fills you with hot ropes of cum, groaning low and possessive against your neck.
he stays inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, arms wrapped around your body like he never wants to let go. slowly, he pulls out, watching his cum drip down your thighs with dark satisfaction.
“turn around,” he says, voice still rough.
you do, legs shaky. he cups your face and kisses you — still dominant, but with a flicker of something softer underneath the toxicity.
“i don’t like sharing your attention,” he admits quietly, forehead pressed to yours. “not even with them. you’re mine.”
you nod, kissing him back. “i know. i’m yours, jay.”
he cleans you up gently, then pulls you into his bed. but even as you cuddle against his chest, his hand stays possessively between your legs, fingers occasionally stroking your sensitive pussy like he’s reminding you who you belong to.
the next day it happens again.
during breakfast, sunoo sits next to you and starts chatting about recipes. he’s excited, showing you something on his phone. you smile and engage, completely innocent. jay’s eyes narrow from across the table. his fork tightens in his grip.
later, when jake offers to help you with something on your laptop, leaning over your shoulder, jay stands up so fast the chair scrapes loudly.
“she doesn’t need help,” he says flatly. he pulls you up by the waist, ignoring the confused looks. “we’re busy.”
in his room again, he bends you over the desk this time.
“can’t even eat breakfast without them trying to take you from me,” he growls, yanking your pants down. he spanks your ass hard, twice, leaving red handprints. “bend over more. show me who this belongs to.”
he eats you out from behind first — tongue fucking into you, sucking on your clit until you’re sobbing — then fucks you raw and deep, whispering filthy, jealous things the entire time.
“they don’t get to make you laugh like that. only i do. only i get to see you like this — dripping, begging, taking my cock like a good girl.”
he makes you cum twice before he does, pulling your hair and marking your neck and shoulders with bites and hickeys that will be impossible to hide.
afterward, as you lie in his arms catching your breath, he strokes your hair almost tenderly.
“i know i’m too much sometimes,” he mutters. “but i can’t help it. you’re everything to me. i hate seeing them get even a second of what’s mine.”
you kiss his jaw, understanding the toxic mix of love and control that defines him. “then keep reminding me, jay. i like when you get like this.”
he smiles darkly, already hardening again against your thigh.
“good. because i’m not done with you tonight. by the time i’m finished, you won’t even remember their names.”
and he keeps his promise — fucking you slow and deep, then fast and punishing, making you say his name until your voice is hoarse. he fills you again and again, marking you inside and out, until the only thing left in your mind is him.
AHHHHH!!! Your Jungwon car one was incredible!!! Can I request a Jay one where he is teaching reader how to play pool but he ends up getting distracted (if you know what I mean…) by her short sparkly dress? Thank you so much!!!!
Teach her pool
Jay x reader
Sypnosis: jay was supposed to teach you pool, but your short glitter dress totally distracted him
Warnings: smut, p in v, 18+, veryyy intimate, fluff?
now playing🎧- the party & the after party- the weeknd
📍a/n: HIII I LUV THIS REQUEST I hope you enjoy it sooo muchhh❤️
The private lounge at the back of the exclusive venue smelled of expensive bourbon, polished mahogany, and the faint, sweet trace of your perfume. A single, low-hanging pendant lamp cast a sharp, dramatic cone of amber light directly over the emerald-green felt of the pool table, leaving the rest of the leather booths and dark-paneled walls in heavy, suffocating shadow. It was secluded, quiet, and completely locked away from the bustling charity gala happening just a few corridors over.
Jay was standing on the opposite side of the table, lazily chalking the tip of his cue stick. He looked effortlessly, infuriatingly handsome—his dark hair slightly tousled from the long evening, the top two buttons of his black dress shirt undone, and his silver watch catching the light every time his wrist moved in slow, rhythmic circles.
He was supposed to be teaching you the basics of the game. That was the cover story, anyway. An excuse to slip away from the prying eyes of the media and the tedious networking of the upper court.
But the moment you had stepped into the amber light of the billiards room, Jay’s sharp, feline eyes had snagged on your outfit, and he hadn't properly processed a single sentence since.
You were wearing a short, form-fitting dress entirely covered in tiny, iridescent silver sparkles that caught the light with every microscopic breath you took. It hit dangerously high on your thighs, exposing the long, flawless line of your legs, and the square neckline showed off just enough skin to make his throat go completely dry. Every time you shifted your weight, the sequins threw off a dazzling array of fractured light, drawing his eyes exactly where you wanted them: your hips, your waist, the curve of your collarbones.
"Alright," Jay murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right through the quiet room. He tapped the blue chalk against the edge of the table, his eyes deliberately tracing the way the sequins shimmered against your skin. "Let's see your stance first. Take the shot on the solid blue."
You offered him a sweet, slightly mischievous smile, fully aware of the absolute havoc your dress was wreaking on his executive functioning. You liked seeing him like this—flustered beneath his cool exterior, his usual iron-clad composure fraying at the edges.
You stepped up to the table, leaning forward over the polished wood to line up the cue ball. The action caused the hem of the short sparkly dress to ride up even higher, hugging your curves in a way that was nothing short of criminal. You rested your left hand on the green felt, forming a bridge with your fingers, and gripped the back of the cue stick, squinting one eye as you aimed toward the far pocket.
Across the table, Jay froze.
The cue stick in his hand stayed completely still. His jaw tightened, a sharp, visible muscle ticking in his cheek as his gaze locked onto the exposed skin of your thighs, the way the dress molded to your lower back, and the soft, tempting curve of your silhouette under the low light. The cool, collected, confident Jay who usually controlled every room he walked into completely evaporated. His mind went entirely, beautifully blank. He wasn't thinking about angles, or velocity, or the game. He was just thinking about how badly he wanted to rip that dress off your body.
"Like this, Jay?" you asked, tilting your head back to look at him through your lashes, a knowing glint in your eyes.
Jay let out a low, ragged breath that was half-laugh, half-groan. He tossed his own cue stick carelessly onto a nearby leather armchair, the heavy wood clattering loudly in the silent room.
"Not even close," he muttered, his voice dropping into a dangerously deep, husky register.
He didn't walk around the table; he moved with a sudden, predatory purpose, his heavy dress shoes snapping against the hardwood until he was standing directly behind you. The heat radiating off his broad chest hit your back before he even made contact, instantly making your breath hitch.
Jay leaned over you, his large frame completely engulfing yours, trapping you between his hard body and the edge of the pool table. He didn't touch the cue stick. Instead, his large, warm hands came down directly onto your hips, his calloused thumbs immediately digging into the soft fabric of your dress, his grip firm and intensely possessive.
"Your alignment is completely off," Jay whispered right against your ear, his hot breath fanning across your neck, sending a violent shiver down your spine. His voice was thick, completely distracted, his nose brushing against the bare skin of your shoulder as he inhaled the scent of your skin.
"Is it?" you gasped softly, your knuckles tightening on the wood as his chest pressed flush against your back, the heavy line of his thighs pinning yours against the mahogany frame.
"Mm-hmm," Jay murmured, entirely checked out from the game. His hands slid slowly up from your hips, the rough texture of his palms frictioning against the thousands of tiny, scratching sparkles of your dress, before his fingers locked firmly around your waist. He pulled your hips back sharply, forcing your lower body to press directly against the rigid, heavy heat of his own.
A quiet gasp left your lips, your head dropping back onto his shoulder.
"Jay... you're supposed to be showing me how to aim," you teased weakly, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird.
"Forget the aim," Jay growled softly, his lips tracing a slow, intoxicating path down the column of your neck, his teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive skin right where your shoulder met your collarbone. He swiped his tongue over the mark, a low, satisfied hum vibrating in his chest when you let out a breathless whimper. "I can't look at anything else right now. Do you have any idea what you look like under this light?"
He let his hands drop back down to the hem of your dress, his fingers slowly, deliberately sliding beneath the sparkly fabric, his bare palms finding the scorching heat of your bare thighs. His touch was heavy, demanding, his thumbs tracing lazy circles into your skin that felt like fire.
"You brought this dress just to ruin me, didn't you?" Jay whispered hoarsely, his grip tightening on your thigh as he spun you around in his arms, lifting you effortlessly until you were sitting on the very edge of the pool table.
The cue balls scattered, clattering softly against the cushions, completely forgotten.
Jay stepped deep between your thighs, his large hands framing your face, his dark eyes burning into yours with a fierce, unadulterated hunger that made the air leave the room. He looked completely undone—his tie entirely askew, his breathing heavy, his gaze locked strictly on your lips.
"The game is over," Jay murmured, his thumb rubbing across your lower lip just before he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep, bruising, and fiercely possessive kiss that tasted like bourbon and pure desire.
He didn’t give you a chance to answer. Jay crushed his mouth back down on yours, the kiss turning deeper, slicker, and completely unhinged. The sheer weight of his body pressed you flat against the green felt, your head resting right next to the corner pocket.
The cue ball he’d abandoned earlier rolled a few inches, hitting the wooden cushion with a quiet thud, but the only sound that mattered was the ragged, desperate breath heaving in Jay’s chest.
"Fuck it," he growled against your lips, pulling away just long enough to reach down with one hand. His fingers hooked into the center of his silk tie, ripping it completely off his neck in one fluid motion and tossing it blindly into the darkness of the lounge. He didn't care about the expensive silk. He didn't care about the venue.
His large hands flew back to your thighs, sliding all the way up under the bunched-up silver sequins of your dress. The contrast of his burning, calloused palms against your bare skin made you gasp, your fingers digging so hard into his broad shoulders that you could feel the tight coil of his muscles beneath his dress shirt.
Jay lifted his head, his sharp jawline tight, a slick layer of sweat making his forehead glisten under the amber light. He looked down at you, his chest heaving as his eyes racked over your flushed face, your split lips, and the way the silver dress shimmered erratically with every frantic breath you took.
"Look at you," Jay whispered hoarsely, his voice dropping into a dangerously quiet, possessive rumble. He slid his hands up to your waist, lifting you just an inch off the table so he could slide his knee directly between your thighs, anchoring you completely. "You're a total mess for me. Say it."
"Jay, please..." you whimpered, your hips instinctively arching up against his knee, the agonizing friction driving you completely over the edge.
"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening on your hips, his eyes burning into yours with a fierce, unyielding intensity that made it impossible to look away.
"I'm yours," you breathed out, a soft sob escaping your throat as your hands slid up to frame his face, pulling him down. "I'm a mess for you. Please."
A dark, devastatingly satisfied look crossed Jay’s face. He let out a low, rough growl, his teeth nipping your lower lip before he slid one hand back down, his fingers finding the edge of your underwear and pulling them down your legs in one single, impatient tug. They hit the floorboards somewhere in the dark, completely forgotten.
He reached for the button of his own trousers, his breathing so loud it filled the empty lounge. Jay didn't take his shirt off; he just unbuckled his belt with a sharp, metallic clink that echoed off the wood walls, his eyes never leaving yours for a single second.
"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, his voice a gravelly rasp. "Tight."
You obeyed instantly, locking your ankles behind his lower back. Jay stepped fully into you, his large hands reaching under your lower back to lift you, guiding himself to your entrance. He paused for one agonizing, torturous second, his hot forehead pressing against yours as he took a ragged breath, his whole frame trembling with the effort it took to hold back.
"You're going to be the death of me," Jay choked out, a raw, emotional laugh breaking through his throat.
And then, he drove himself inside you.
A loud, breathless cry caught in your throat, completely muffled as Jay slammed his mouth back over yours to catch the sound. The sheer, overwhelming fullness of him made your vision white out for a second, your hands clutching wildly at the fabric of his shirt as he began to move.
It wasn't gentle. Jay was entirely past the point of restraint, driven mad by the short dress, the low light, and the weeks of polite tension that had finally snapped. He set a brutal, punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours with a heavy, rhythmic thud that vibrated straight through the slate of the pool table. Every time he thrust into you, the thousands of tiny silver sparkles on your dress frictioned against his shirt, a quiet, rushing sound that accompanied every desperate groan leaving his chest.
You were completely at his mercy, your body sliding slightly against the smooth green felt with every heavy push, your cries turning into a continuous, breathless whimpering against his jaw. Jay buried his face in your neck, his teeth marking your skin over and over again, completely branding you as his in the dark.
"Jay—Jay, I can't—" you sobbed out, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer as the tight, coiled pressure in your lower stomach began to fracture.
"I've got you," Jay rasped, his arms locking around your torso like iron bands, lifting you completely flush against him so he could go deeper, harder, his pace turning frantic as he felt you begin to tighten around him. "Come for me. Right now. Let me feel it."
The world completely dissolved into amber light, silver sparkles, and the suffocating heat of his body. Your walls clamped down around him, a violent, shattering wave of pleasure crashing through your system that made your spine arch completely off the table, your throat letting out a high, broken cry.
Hearing your release broke the final thread of Jay's control. He let out a loud, undone groan that rattled against your collarbone, his hips giving three more deep, devastating thrusts before he completely buried himself inside you, his entire body shuddering violently as he filled you, his head dropping onto your shoulder as he finally completely let go.
The heavy amber light above the pool table swayed slightly, casting long, erratic shadows across the dark paneling of the room as both of your heartbeats gradually slowed down to a chaotic, heavy thrum.
Jay was still buried deep inside you, his massive chest heaving against yours, his entire body radiating an intense, sweltering heat that made the cool air of the lounge feel like an afterthought. He hadn't pulled back even an inch. His face remained buried in the crook of your neck, his lips resting right against the damp, red mark his teeth had left on your collarbone just moments ago.
A low, trembling breath escaped him, vibrating straight into your skin.
"Fuuuck," Jay groaned softly, the word a long, gravelly rasp of pure exhaustion and utter satisfaction. Slowly, he lifted his head, his dark hair completely messy and falling into his eyes. His sharp jawline was slick with a light sheen of sweat, and his dark eyes were still dazed, staring down at your flushed, breathless face with a look of intense, protective possessiveness.
He looked at your lips—swollen and entirely thoroughly kissed—and then his gaze dropped down to your chest. The short, tight dress was completely ruined, the iridescent silver sparkles crumpled and shifted haphazardly against your waist under the weight of his broad torso.
A small, devastatingly handsome smirk slowly tugged at the corner of his mouth, a quiet, rumbling chuckle vibrating in his chest.
"We are definitely not making it to that afterparty," Jay murmured, his voice incredibly deep and husky as he reached up, using his thumb to gently swipe a stray tear of pleasure away from your cheek. His touch was suddenly so soft, contrasting completely with the raw, unhinged energy of just a minute ago. "Look at you. You’re entirely covered in my sweat, your dress is a total disaster, and I’m pretty sure I left a bruise on your hip."
"You did," you whispered hoarsely, your voice barely a breath as you weakly tightened your legs around his lower back, resting your hands flat against his chest. "And it's completely your fault."
"I'm not taking the blame for this," Jay teased softly, leaning down to press a lingering, warm kiss to your lips, tasting the salt of your skin. He slid his hands beneath your lower back, his fingers gently tracing the line of your spine as he slowly, carefully withdrew from you, letting out a sharp hiss at the sudden loss of friction. "You walked into this room looking like a literal fantasy, broke my entire train of thought, and expected me to just play pool? Please. I'm only human."
He stepped back just enough to give you room, but his hands never left your body. He carefully took your ankles, helping you unwrap your legs from his waist, before he reached up to gently pull the hem of your short sparkly dress back down over your thighs, smoothing out the sequins with a tenderness that made your chest ache.
Jay didn't care about his own clothes. His belt was still unbuckled, his trousers loose, and his expensive dress shirt was completely wrinkled, but his entire focus was strictly on making sure you were comfortable.
He leaned forward, hooking his arms under your knees and your back, and lifted you effortlessly off the hard mahogany pool table. You let out a quiet gasp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you across the dim room, stepping completely out of the amber light and sinking into the plush, dark leather booth in the corner of the lounge.
He sat down heavily, pulling you right into his lap. Your side was pressed against his chest, your head resting perfectly underneath his chin while his large, warm arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding you in a tight, protective cocoon.
"Comfortable?" Jay murmured, his chin resting on top of your head as his long fingers began to lazily stroke up and down the side of your arm, his thumb catching on the sparkling fabric of your dress.
"Mm-hmm," you breathed, closing your eyes and listening to the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart beneath his shirt.
The private lounge was completely silent again, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the quiet, heavy breaths sharing the dark space between you. Jay leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead, his grip tightening just a fraction as he pulled you closer into his chest, completely content to let the rest of the world wait outside the locked door.
