── the right treatment | p. js
"Use your big girl words. Ask for it."
pairing ── father's friend jay x afab reader
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."
