#dom!jay

Your apartment was relatively quiet, except for the soft music playing in the background, blending with the faint scent of lavender from the candles you had lit earlier. It was your third anniversary with Jay, and the excitement was palpable. You stood in front of the mirror, meticulously putting on the final touches of your makeup. The soft light from the vanity highlighted your features, making you glow even more than usual.

Jay had been your rock for the past three years. His love for you was unwavering, and it showed in every little thing he did. Tonight, he planned a special dinner to celebrate your relationship, and you were both eagerly looking forward to it.

As you picked up your favorite pair of earrings, you heard the soft creak of the bedroom door. Glancing in the mirror, you saw Jay standing in the doorway, a tender smile playing on his lips. His eyes sparkled with admiration as he took in the sight of you.

"You look absolutely stunning," he said, his voice filled with awe.

You chuckled softly, a playful glint in your eyes. "You say that every single day, you know."

"Because it's the truth." Jay stepped into the room, his gaze never leaving you. "I'm serious, every time I see you, it's like I'm falling in love all over again."

A warmth spread through your chest at his words. You turned back to the mirror, slipping on your earrings. As you did, Jay walked up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist. His hands rested on your hips, and he pulled you gently against him.

"Are you trying to distract me?" you teased, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"Maybe," he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk as he pressed a kiss to your neck. "I just can't help it. You look incredible, baby."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sensation of his lips on your skin. His touch was electric, sending waves of warmth through your body. You leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. He started with gentle pecks, then his kisses became more open-mouthed, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You knew how sensitive you were there, and Jay knew it too. He was taking full advantage.

“Jong,” you breathed out, trying to keep your composure as a wave of heat coursed through you. “We have reservations. We can’t be late.”

His hands began to wander, one sliding up to your shoulder to gently tug at the strap of your dress. The silky fabric slipped down, exposing more of your skin to his eager mouth. His other hand pressed against your stomach, holding you firmly in place.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” he whispered against your neck, his voice low and husky. “You look so fucking good in that dress. I can’t help myself.”

You tried to protest, but your words came out weak and breathy. “We really should—”

He turned you around to face him, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re hungry, I get it. But I need you right now, more than anything.”

His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest. The kiss deepened, and you could feel his need for you in every movement, every touch.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless. He looked at you with a cocky, playful grin. “I’ll cook something for you later, i promise, and I'll reschedule the reservation. Right now, I need you.”

You bit your lip, torn between your hunger and the intense desire building within you. “Jay, we really should go to dinner…”

He cut you off with another kiss, his hands roaming your body with a possessive intensity. “You’re enjoying this, don’t lie,” he said against your lips, his voice a teasing growl.

You couldn’t deny it. The way he was touching you, the way he was making you feel, it was intoxicating. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he was doing it with expert precision.

“Just a little longer,” he murmured, his lips moving back to your neck. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

His hands slipped under your dress, and you felt your resolve weakening. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You knew you should insist on leaving, but in that moment, all you wanted was him.

“Jay…” you whispered, your voice a mix of need and surrender.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. “I love you,” he said softly, his hands still exploring. “And I need you right now, baby. Please.”

You gave in, your hands threading through his hair as you pulled him closer. “Okay,” you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest. “But just this once.”

He grinned. “That’s my good little girl.”

The moment those words left his mouth, something shifted in him. His eyes darkened and he captured your mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. There was no gentleness anymore, only raw passion His hands gripped your hips, pulling you tightly against him as his tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you completely.

His lips quickly found your neck for the third time that night, but this time, he was much more insistent. He nipped and sucked at your skin, parking you with dark bruises. He loved marking you, reminding everyone you were his and his only. Each hickeys sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making the wetness between your legs even more prominent.

With a rough yank, he tore the dress apart, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room. "My dress!" you exclaimed as you stared at him in shock.

He only smirked, his eyes boring into yours. "I'll buy you another one doll, don't worry," he said casually, a little too casually. You were left standing in your favorite set of lingerie, the white lace set you knew drove him completely wild everytime you wore it. His eyes raked over you, taking in every detail, and he chuckled darkly. "Look at you, wearing my favorite set. What a naughty girl. Did you plan this, or are you just that fucking desperate for me?"

You felt your cheeks burn at his words, and you felt your white panties getting completely drenched. As you didn't respond, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Answer me, doll. Did you dress like that because you wanted me to ruin you?"

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't... I mean, I..."

He laughed soflty, his grip on your chine tightening. "You did, didn't you? You wanted this. You wanted me to take you. Well congratulations, sweetheart. You're getting exactly what you wanted."

His free hand moved to your back, unclapsing your bra with practiced ease. he tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving yours. "On the bed."

You didn't hesitate. You moved to the bed, your legs already weak. You could feel his eyes following your every move. As he hovered over you, you felt a shiver down your spine. Your hands went to the buttons of his white button-up, fumbling slightly in your haste. You needed to feel his skin against yours, to touch the toned muscles you had come to love so much. As you pushed the fabric off his shoulders, your breath hitched. His torso was a work of art—toned, tan, and undeniably sexy. Even after three years, the sight of him like this made your mouth water.

Jay noticed your reaction and smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. “You like what you see, don’t you?” he teased, his voice a low growl.

You bit your lip, unable to tear your gaze away from his chest. “You know I do,” you whispered.

His smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Good, because you’re mine.”

He didn’t wait for a response. His hands were already on you, rough and demanding. One hand slipped between your legs, parting your thighs, while the other cupped your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple through the thin fabric of your lingerie. The dual sensations made you arch your back, a moan escaping your lips.

His hand slipped underneath your panties, hissing once he felt how wet you were. His index parted your lips before he slid it into your wetness, thrusting it roughly inside you. Your back arched, and he slid his middle finger almost immediately. The sudden invasion made you cry out, a choked moan leaving your lips, your body already trembling. He set a relentless pace, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he murmured, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck. "You like being treated like this, babygirl? You like it when I'm rough like that, mmh?"

"Y-Yes, fuck," you moaned, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. "Please, don't stop."

His lips curled into a satisfied smile against your skin. “Good girl. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

You could only nod, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. His thumb found your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. Your breath hitched, and you felt the world around you start to blur.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see you when you come.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between you was electric, and it pushed you over the edge. With a cry, you came hard, your body convulsing around his fingers. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming you completely.

Jay watched you the entire time, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He slowed his movements, drawing out your orgasm until you were left panting and trembling beneath him.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said softly, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. He licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “And you taste incredible.”

You were still catching your breath, your body buzzing with aftershocks. He quickly undid his pants, tugging them off along with his boxers, his cock freed from their confines as it slapped against his tan stomach, red and ready, precum leaking from the tip. The sight made your mouth watered and you could feel yourself leaking.

“I need to be inside you, doll” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. He positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against your wetness. “I can't wait any longer.”

Without another word, he thrust into you, hard and deep. The sudden fullness made you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. Jay set a relentless pace, each thrust rough and demanding. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him with every movement.

“Fuck, you feel so good, that pussy was made for me, sh-shit” he groaned, his voice ragged. “So tight, so perfect. You're mine, do you hear me?”

“Yes, jong, fuck,” you gasped, your body trembling with the intensity of his thrusts. “I'm yours. Always yours.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re going to cum for me again. I’m not stopping until you do.”

He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, building rapidly. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing it with firm, precise strokes. You were still so sensitive from your earlier orgasm, it didn't take a lot of time for that familiar coil in your lower stomach to form.

“I'm-I'm gonna c-cum,” you cried out, your voice desperate.

“Cum for me, babygirl” he demanded, his thrusts growing even rougher.

You obeyed, your body shattering with pleasure. Your scream filled the room as you came hard around him, your muscles clenching tight. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, pushing you through your orgasm and into another one quickly. He knew your body too well, and he knew exactly what buttons to push to make you fall apart on his cock.

“That's it, scream for me,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

He flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so he could take you from behind. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He spanked you lightly, his hand leaving a stinging imprint on your skin.

“You're my little fucktoy, aren't you?” he taunted, his voice rough and filthy.

“Fuck yeah” you panted, barely able to form words.

He spanked you again, harder this time. “Good girl. Now cum for me again.”

You didn’t think it was possible, but the combination of his rough thrusts and dirty words sent you over the edge once more. You came hard, your body convulsing with the force of it. Jay groaned in pleasure, but he still didn’t stop.

He pulled out and flipped you onto your back again, his eyes wild with lust. “I want to see your face when you cum.”

He entered you again, thrusting hard and fast. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His hands were everywhere, touching, gripping, claiming you. The intensity of it all was overwhelming, but you loved every second.

“Jay, please,” you begged, your voice a desperate plea.

“Please what?” he taunted, his thrusts never slowing. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come again,” you cried, tears of pleasure streaming down your face. “Please, Jay, make me come again.”

“That's my good fucking girl,” he murmured, his thumb finding your clit once more. “Come for me one more time.”

You screamed as your body obeyed, the orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you breathless. Jay watched you the entire time, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his movements grew erratic. He was close, and the thought of him finding his release pushed you even higher. With a final, deep thrust, he groaned loudly, his body tensing as he came inside you. The sensation of his cum painting your walls white sent a final wave of pleasure through you, and you moaned softly, your body completely spent.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms. Both of you were panting, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Jay pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice softening. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, a tired but content smile on your lips. “Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit sore.”

Jay chuckled softly, his eyes filled with love and concern. “Let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable, okay?”

He carefully helped you sit up and led you to the bathroom. He turned on the warm water, filling the bathtub while you leaned against him, feeling the comforting strength of his presence. Once the tub was ready, he gently helped you into the warm water, the heat easing the soreness from your muscles.

Jay kneeled beside the tub, his hands moving to wash you with slow, soothing strokes. “Even like that, you're so beautiful,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for his care.

After the bath, he wrapped you in a fluffy towel and carried you back to the bed. He dressed you in one of his soft t-shirts, the fabric warm and comforting against your skin. He made sure you were comfortable, tucking you in with a gentle kiss.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water and some painkillers. “Here, this should help.”

You took the pills, sipping the water as he settled beside you. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. The tenderness in his voice and the warmth of his embrace made you feel cherished and loved.

After a while, Jay shifted slightly, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a small black velvet box and looked at you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“I was going to give this to you at the restaurant,” he said, his voice a bit shaky. “But since we’re staying home, and you’re all sore, I figured now is the perfect time.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he opened the box, revealing an exquisite ring. The center stone was a stunning diamond, surrounded by smaller, sparkling gems. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and you could see the care and thought that had gone into choosing it.

“Seongie…” you breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

He took the ring from the box and held it up, his eyes meeting yours with a serious, loving gaze. “You mean everything to me. These past three years have been the best of my life, and I want to spend the rest of it with you. Will you marry me?”

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you nodded, tears streaming down your face. “Oh my God, Jay, of course I will!”

A wide smile broke across his face as he slipped the ring onto your finger. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he said, pulling you into a deep, loving kiss.

As you snuggled into his arms, admiring the ring on your finger, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. Despite the soreness and the change in plans, this moment was perfect. Jay had taken care of you, showed you his love in every possible way, and now he had promised you forever.

“I know it’s a bit extravagant,” he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. “But I wanted you to have something that reflects how much you mean to me, baby.”

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips. “And I can’t wait to spend it with you, my love. Happy anniversary.”

You were almost shaking you were so nervous from what was about to happen. You hadn't gone further than oral sex with him since you were always so scared about going all the way. It took you some convincing although he never pushed you to do it since he wanted you to feel comfortable. Eventually you decided that you'd let him fuck you since you were feeling extra needy and needed more than his hands and mouth.

He's fingered you before and you did enjoy it but the feeling was very foreign and weird to you. He's currently two fingers in and knuckles deep into your hole. Kissing your lips tenderly as his fingers curl up, opening your tight hole a little to prep you for his cock.

Your head was thrown back as he kisses along your neck and chest area as you let out small grunts and guttural moans. Once he's finished with opening you up with his fingers, he pulls them out before placing himself between your thighs. Grabbing a condom and slipping it onto his cock slowly.

"Just let me know if it hurts or if it's too much okay?" He says before slowly sliding his cock into you. Your walls are so tight, gripping onto his cock so perfectly making it hard for him to hold back and to not just ruin your pretty hole.

The feeling of his cock sliding into you and opening you up more than you're used to is such an intense feeling. You try your best to relax but you feel like your being ripped in half by him. It's not painful but just feels weird to you. Once he's bottomed out and stills inside you, you lay there limp for about a minute just trying to get used to the feeling.

You tell him he can move now but to keep it very slow for you. He begins to slowly pull out until it's just the tip before slowly sliding back in. He repeats this a couple of times at an agonisingly slow pace for him but he holds back knowing it's your first time ever and he can't be too rough. But oh how he wants to just see you fall apart as he fuck into you roughly, he wants to see your all pathetic and crying for more. So see your tear filled eyes sparkling when you look him in the eyes just begging him to be nicer to you. But he won't. He knows he'll hurt you and that's the last thing he wants. He can wait until your taking his cock in easier before being rougher.

He picks up speed a little as he watches your body relax as the pleasure takes over you. Your eyes rolling back as your jaw slacks open yet no noises come out. He's hitting all the right spots and your brain becomes fuzzy so quickly, unable to comprehend a single thing.

This. This is what he wanted. For you to go so cock dumb and for you to be completely lost in the pleasure. He feels as your hole isn't as tight and starts to suck his cock back in everytime he moves his cock out. He knows he can begin to be a little more rough with you and that's you'd be able to handle a little bit of it. He repositions himself before slamming his cock in once just to test the waters as you let out a loud gasp. You're body jerks and your cock begins to leak, he grabs onto the back of your thighs, pushing them up and towards your chest before pounding his cock into you.

It's all too much for you but you can't seem to find the words to get him to stop. You want more. You CRAVE more. You can't help but let loud moans spill from your lips as he's completely taking you apart. Your eyes blurring as they go cross-eyed, your lips between your teeth as all you can do is lay there and whine. You close your eyes, letting yourself get completely lost in this dazed out submissive head space, gripping onto whatever you can for leverage, feeling like you're about to float away.

Your body grows hot as you feel yourself about to let go and make a mess of yourself. You can't even form the world to warn him so you just lay there a moaning, trembling mess. Finally your cock begins to spurt of strings of cum and your legs shake in jay's hold.

"Feel that good huh?" He laughs as you quiver through your orgasm. He slows down his thrusts and begins to sort of grind his cock into you as he eventually spills into the condom with a low moan.

"Sorry...sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough for your first baby" he says breathlessly.

"S'okay" you say, still in a dazed out state after getting your ass obliterated for the first time. Your laying there completely limp as he does all the work to get you both clean afterwards.

He didn't even hesitate. He took control of the kiss, his mouth moving against yours. Your head was spinning, and it was like you were drunk off him because of how desperately he was kissing you. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted and pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his hips. You settled against him, your hands bracing against your shoulders, gasping slightly when you felt his semi-hard-on underneath you as his back was pressed against the wall.

His grip on your waist tightened, palling you flush against him until there was no space between. You arched into him, grinding your hips ever so slightly, needing friction. You were already so wet, and you hadn't even done anything. A groan left his lips as he trailed down your jawline and neck, leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses that quickly turned into nips and bites, leaving marks on your skin.

"Damn, baby," he breathed heavily, his voice low and husky. "You feel so good grinding on me like that."

His words made you shiver as you moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you continued to move against him. He tilted your head back by pulling slightly on your hair, exposing more of your neck to his relentless kisses. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, you know that?"

His hands continued to roam possessively over your body, exploring every curve as he continued to leave marks on your neck and collarbones. "Such a naughty little girl grinding on my cock like that." His hands moved to grip your thighs, pulling you down harder against him. His hips instinctively matched your rhythm, creating friction that made you gasp. Your moans grew louder, even if you knew you were technically in a public space. Your hands gripped harder on his shoulder, digging your nails into his shirt as you bit hard on your bottom lip to make sure you weren't too loud.

Before continuing, his eyes locked with yours. "Wait, wait. Are you sure about this? Because if we start, I don't think I'll be able to stop."

You were breathless, your cheeks flushed and your eyes were dark. "Yes, please i want you so much, please," your voice came out as a high-pitched whine.

Jay chuckled softly as he leaned close, his lips brushing against yours. "So fucking impatient," and with that, he closed the distance between you once again, kissing you hard. Your hands gripped harshly his shoulders as you kissed him back. His fingers started to work down on your body. "You have to be really quiet. Think you can do that for me, doll?"

You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat. You didn't trust your voice right now. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it slowly. As he tossed it aside, he quickly took off your sports bra and looked at you with a mixture of lust and admiration. "You're so beautiful, yn."

His hands moved to your breasts, his fingers massaging and kneading them, causing you to gasp and arch into his touch. "Such perfect tits, mmh," he murmured. His hands were rough yet tender. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he bit your lobe softly.

His hands moved downwards, and he removed your shorts and sipped his fingers between your legs. The first contact of his fingers against your sensitive cunt made you gasp, your body instinctively arching. His touch was rough, his eyes locked on your face to watch every little reaction to his touch. "Fuck, you're so wet," he bit his lips as he spread your juices before inserting one finger into your wet hole. He quickly added another, picking up his pace. Your breath hitched, and you clenched your teeth, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape.

His gaze never left your face, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as he watched closely your reactions. "That's it, babydoll," he said, his voice low and raspy. "Try to keep those sounds down for me, mmh?" His fingers moved inside you, thrusting hard and curling his fingers so good your hand was thrown back as you bit even harder on your lip, blood practically drawing out.

His pace never faltered as soft moans left your mouth. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers as you struggle to keep your moans in check because of how good his fingers felt inside you. "You gonna cum, baby?" you could only moan and clench harder around him as his smile widened. He increase the pace, his thumb coming to rub fast tight circle on your clit. "That's my good little girl."

Every thrust of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure through you, your body struggling to keep up with the intensity. You could barely hold back the sounds that escaped your lips, your attempts to stay quiet growing increasingly futile. His grip on your hip tightened. "You're so fucking perfect like this, fuck."

Louder moans escaped your lips, despite your best effort to keep them in check. He was clearly enjoying this, his eyes never leaving you flushed face as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body shook with the intensity of your climax. His fingers continued to work you through it. Once you came down from the high, his fingers left your aching hole, making you whine. He brought his fingers slick with your juices to his mouth and tasted you, his eyes closing as he savored the flavor. A low groan escaped him, and he rolled his eyes back in sheer pleasure. “Damn, babydoll,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You taste fucking amazing.”

You were both left panting hard, as you bit your lip and looked at him. "Now, how about we finish this little practice ay my place, hmm? You'll like that, baby?" You nodded frantically, and he chuckled at that. "Let's go, then."

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“hurry up,” you urge him, like you’re not almost ready to cum for him.

“how about this: let’s make a bet,” jay breathes against your neck. “if i can make you finish before they finish, we get to do whatever we want with you next time.”

“we? has fame finally gotten to your head, your highness?” you grit out, cursing yourself for how your wavering voice betrays you sarcastic tone.

jay scoffs. “don’t play dumb. you know i mean them.” there’s another cheer coming from the living room, sunghoon’s happy shout almost completely drowning out heeseung’s groan of disappointment. the sound of their voices, so close but so far, and the implications of jay’s muttered words have heat spreading through your body. you involuntarily tighten up around jay’s fingers when the steady pulse of arousal picks up at your core.

jay blows air through his nose in amusement. it hits the side of your neck and you feel goosebumps rise - half from the sensation half from the humiliation of it all.

“oh, but you like that, don’t you?” he brings his other hand that was steadying you around your middle down between your thighs, two of his fingers rubbing against your engorged clit in quick, purposeful circles and it’s so good your knees almost buckle. jay’s lips brush against your neck as he keeps talking, words making you squirm in his grip.

“fuck, i knew it. you’re so easy, going along with anything i say. you’d probably let them have you now if i just asked you to, right? because we both know. i. own. this. pussy.”

he accentuates each word by digging into you deeper, not letting up on the pressure against your clit until you feel your tension snap.

you cum hard, steadying yourself against the wall as you buck against jay’s hands wildly throughout your dizzying high. you’re barely biting back your groans that are luckily drowned out by the chants of “last round, last round” coming from the living room.

jay’s fingers leave you and he steps back from your shaking form, fixing your panties and wiping his hands on your skirt.

you don’t have to look up to know he’s smirking when he says: “i guess we all win this time.”