#domsub dynamics

“Are you fucking serious?” Jason pants in your ear, throwing one of your legs haphazardly over his well-muscled shoulder. Without his jersey on, you have a much better view of how sweaty his dark skin had become, dripping down his toned chest in defined rivelets. You should have expected it, with how much he’d been exerting himself throughout the day, but it was a welcome sight nonetheless. “You really want me to slow down? After all those pretty, fucked up noises you’ve been making? I don’t think so. Come on, I know you’ve got another orgasm in you. Just gotta let me take care of you until I decide you’re done, got it?”

You open your mouth to bite back, a protest on your lips, but the harsh pushing of Jason’s hips against your pelvis replaced it with another groan of pleasure, overtaking any words you might have spewed his way. You should have known it was going to go like this. You should have known that Jason would have more steam to blow off after his big game, steam he couldn’t possibly burn without your help. The round he had sprung on you in the college’s locker room should have been indicator enough. But no matter how many games Jason played, no matter how many times you were called upon to help him use the last of his energy, you always forgot how demanding he could be, pulling more and more from you until there was almost nothing left for you to give. Which was what he was doing now, and would continue to do for who knows how long. The round in the locker room was just a precursor to what was to come. The real event wasn’t in motion until you stepped foot into Jason’s apartment, rushing to his room before you could even check if his roommate was home. 

Now you’re on your back, lying in Jason’s messy, unmade bed, four orgasms deep with a fifth one soon to come.Your boyfriend was buried deep inside your ass, your sensitive cock was rubbing painfully against the stained sheets, and your head was thrown back against one of his plush pillows, the only softness your body had experienced since you had started this whole mess. You can’t see yourself, but you were sure you must look like a mess, with your bruised skin and your cum-stained body, a mingle of your fluids as well as Jason’s coating your grimy skin. 

And then there was Jason. Jason, who didn’t look even a little tired, even as he pounded into you for the sixth time that day. Jason, who had somehow retained enough energy to completely destroy you, even after giving his all during his football game only hours before. Jason, who was making it his life’s mission to exhaust you completely, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body. It was almost like he thrived off of your overstimulation, growing more and more energetic the more overwhelmed you became. It wouldn’t surprise you. After all, he always enjoyed pushing you to your limits. 

“Awe, poor baby. You too tired to make any noise for me? What happened to all that screaming you were doing earlier? Don’t tell me your throat hurts too much. You’ve never been one to let the pain stop you, have you?”  

Speaking of which…

You try to let out another garbled whine, wincing at how hoarse your voice sounds to your muffled ears. Your throat did hurt, but your boyfriend wasn’t entirely right either. You just didn’t have any voice left to use. You had spent the past couple hours calling out for him and moaning into the pillow, so much so that your voice couldn’t keep up with the constant pressure it was under. “C–Can’t. I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” He mocks, placing a condescendingly comforting hand on your stomach. His fingers trace little patterns and shapes on the top of your skin, sliding through the sweat that had accumulated there with practiced ease. “Can’t speak? Poor thing. You getting tired already?”

A jolt of shock flashes through your rocking body, followed by the slight gnawing cold of panic in your stomach. Already? He was surprised you were getting tired already? Really? Did he consider four full orgasms to be just the start of a wild, night-long endeavor of pleasure and lust? Was he planning on putting you through…god, you didn’t want to think about how many more rounds he might have in store for you. Not that you minded, at least, not normally, but there was only so much your battered body could take…

You intend to tell Jason this, the bright beginnings of a squeak building up in your throat, but before you could utter a sound, a malicious cackle fills the humid air, rubbing against your eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. From your tear-filled eyes, you can see Jason grinning even wider than before, his face contorted in a mean, intimidating show of amusement.

“Hah! You should see the look on your face right now! You look fucking petrified! Come on baby, you know I’m just teasing, right? This many rounds is a lot, even for me. Not as much as it is for you clearly, but still…”

He chuckles again, and this time you can see the hand on your stomach inching downwards, slowly sliding towards your hard, leaking cock. Fuck, no, not again, seriously, how much torture is e planning on putting you through–

 “I gotta admit though, it’s a little infuriating, seeing how pitiful you’re acting while I stand here, doing all the work for you.” Jason continues, his smile growing impossibly wide at the way your eyes widen before him. “I mean, what have you done all day, huh? I played a long, hard game of football. I carried the team to victory when nobody else could. I’ve been doing all the work here, making sure you get off time and time again. And here you are, laying on my bed and taking my cock like you deserve it, like you’ve done anything worthy of being rewarded! And you’re the one who’s tired! Tell me, what did you do today, huh? What did you do that left you in such a miserable state? It couldn’t be just me: There’s no way you’re pathetic enough to go comatose from some sex, right? So what did you do? Come on, what’d you do?”

 As if in a spell of his own making, Jason picks up the pace, slamming into you at an unreal speed while you whine and moan into the sheets below. You can just barely make out the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, the wet squelching noise annunciated by the thick loads he had already shot deep into your ass. It mingled well with the combined sounds of your heavy breathing, only making your cock ache something fierce as it twitched against your stained stomach. 

Jason didn’t seem to be focused on the sounds he was making though. You weren’t sure he was even paying attention to the sounds you were making. He was too busy glaring daggers into your soul, sweat dripping from his black hair as he pulled closer to your trembling body. 

“Fuckin nothing, that’s what you did. If you didn’t feel so good…If I didn’t want my reward so badly… I would slip a cock ring on you and make you suck me off until I decided I’d had enough. At least then you’d be working for all I’m giving you. It wouldn’t be as much effort as I’ve put into today, not even close, but it would be better than nothing. But I can’t go back now, can I? So instead…”

Before you could react, Jason’s slow–moving hand suddenly shot out, grasping the head of your dick with leg-weakening strength. It wasn’t enough to be painful, not truly anyway, but it was enough to have you gasping for breath, your overstimulated cok throbbing desperately in his hand. 

“...Yeah, this’ll work.” Jason nodded to himself, his smirk echoing in his voice. He kept his pace up all the while, determined to rearrange your insides while he tortured your poor, cum-strained member. “I’ll just have to keep fucking with this little thing instead. It’s not as good of a punishment as I would want, but it’ll do for now."

You whine, squirming erratically in Jason’s unyielding gasp. You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but it never ceased to amaze you how cruel he could be. “Fuck, Jason, I’m…I’m sensitive, please–”

But Jason wasn’t listening. Or if he was, he didn’t care. He was too busy moving his hand up and down your cock, teasing the head of it softly with the pad of his thumb. Unlike his thrusts, the movement was slow; deliberate. Almost gentle, if you didn’t know the extension behind his actions. “Come on babe. You’re gonna behave for me, right? After all the trouble you’ve caused me today? After the way you flirted with my teammates? Don’t you think you owe me that one little thing?”

For a moment, all the pleasure you're experiencing gets overtaken by an amused sort of annoyance, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. It had been four full rounds since you two had left the locker room, the fifth well under way, and he was still on about his teammates. No matter how you reassured him that you weren’t flirting with them, he wouldn’t drop the subject. But you had already told him you hadn’t done anything! You hadn’t even known they could hear you, cheering for Jason (and only Jason) from the stands. You knew he knew you hadn’t meant to do anything but show your support for him, so why was he still hung up on the whole ordeal? He was a jealous man, you had known that for a while, but seriously, couldn’t he just drop it, after what felt like so long?

You didn’t know. You weren’t sure he was capable of dropping it, not when you were concerned. All you knew is that if you wanted to cum anytime soon, you needed to keep your thoughts to yourself, safe from Jason’s judgemental stare. 

Luckily, Jason doesn’t seem to notice the motion your eyes made, nor any twitches in your face that might have given your thoughts away. Or maybe he just attributed it to your increasingly painful pleasure. Either way, you weren’t planning on correcting him, not when he was already torturing you in the most delicious way possible. “Well? Can’t find your voice? Come on baby, you were able to squeak something out for me a minute ago. What changed?”

He gives your cock another vigorous squeeze, and you moan again, your voice scratchy and hoarse in your ears. “I didn’t–didn’t mean…Jason, you know–”

“Know what?” He squeezes again, this time dragging his thumb teasingly against your slit. The sensation almost has you keening, from pleasure or from  the overwhelming sensitivity, you can’t be sure. “That you weren’t–hoy fuck, that felt good, keep moving your ass like that–that you weren’t trying to get their attention? You’ve made that pretty clear over the past couple hours. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t attract their attention, and as far as I care, that’s all that matters.”

“But…But I didn’t mean–”

Before you can get out your sentence, Jason surges forward, his teeth flashing briefly before they sink into the flesh on your shoulder. A second later, bright bursts of pain shoot through the nearby skin, the burn closest to where Jason’s teeth are resting. Just another thing you should be used to, after such a long night. You’re positive the mark Jason’s sure to leave behind will go nicely with the other bite marks he’s left on your skin throughout the night, as well as the hickeys and the scratches. Still, despite their frequency, you just couldn’t get fully desensitised to the pain, no matter how often Jason claimed you as his…

“What you meant doesn’t mean shit,” Jason mumbles around your skin, his jaw pinching your skin one last time before pulling away, leaving a new, reddened mark to shine in the glint of his saliva. You can almost feel the way his eyes bore into your shoulder, admiring the mark with proud, cocky eyes. “All that matters is the result. And the result was them mooning over you like you were a fresh piece of meat, free for the taking. But they’re wrong. You’re mine. My boy. You don’t belong to any of them, not while I’m still here to claim you. You know that. You know that. There’s no way you couldn’t. I’ve drilled it into you enough that even a dumb fuck like you could remember it!”

Suddenly, the hand around your cock speeds up, jerking you off at a shockingly fast pace. There’s no more squeezing, no more gentle caressing, no more tortuous teasing to leave you high and dry. But the change was almost worse: You had gotten so used to the sweet agony that the change was too much to bear, the new speed sending painful tingles of ecstasy through your rock-hard dick. It has you gasping where you lay, your voice cracking and your hands clawing desperately at the sheets crumpled below you. 

“Jason! Fuck, too fast, I can’t…I’m gonna cum, I can’t–”

“Say it!” He interrupts, both his hand and his hips speeding up to what you think might be the fastest he can go. There was no more teasing amusement in his voice, no more pride in his cutting words. Only possessiveness, so thick you felt it could throttle the last of your quickly escaping breath from your throat. “Say you know it! Say you’re mine! Say you belong to me, and only to me! Come on, say it! Say it!”

“I’m…I’m yours…Fuck, Jason, I swear I’m only yours!” You whimper, slapping your right hand over your gaping mouth. Rough, strangled noises were pouring from your throat again, completely uncaring of any soreness that might have hindered them before. The intensely thunderous look on Jason’s face was enough to have you throbbing in his hand, on the verge of busting for the sixth time that day. Maybe it was unhealthy, but you loved how dominating Jason could be, especially when he let his jealousy dictate his actions. He never failed to bring you to your peak when he got like this, determined to prove he was all you would ever need. And he was. For all your whining, you couldn’t imagine anyone else making you feel as good as your boyfriend did, torturing your cock in the way you so desperately needed. Maybe his jealousy was unwarranted. But so what? As long as he kept slamming into you the way he was…as long as he kept stroking your cock so skillfully… “I know, and I’m yours! I don’t want anyone but you, please, I’m yours, you gotta believe me, I’m yours!”

Jason didn’t say anything for a moment. He just kept jerking you off, his balls slapping loudly against your ass as he pounded into your sore hole. Then slowly, very slowly, his infamous grin returned, teeth flashing menacingly in the light of his room. 

“Don’t worry baby, I believe you. In fact, maybe I’ve been a bit too hard on you. Here, lay back and let me take care of you. After all, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t get you off? I’m not that shitty, you know?”

You let out another whine as Jason presses himself into you, leaning down until your chests are almost touching. It takes you a moment to realize that his free hand has placed itself in yours, but once you do, you waste no time in curling your fingers around his, holding on for dear life as you let your impending orgasm draw closer and closer to fruition. “Jason, fuck, it feels so good, keep–keep doing that–”

“I know baby, I know,” Jason murmurs, his voice unusually soft. You can’t tell if he’s trying to be condescending, but you don’t care. Everything feels too good to dwell on silly things, especially something as insignificant as his tone. Come on, let yourself go. I love seeing how good I make you feel. You make–fuck, with the way you’re squeezing me, you make me feel fucking fantastic. Let yourself cum in my hand. Come on, cum with me babe, cum with me–”

Jason’s pace suddenly becomes unsteady, his hips stuttering ever-so-slightly against your back. He’s close, and so are you. You can feel it in your groin, the familiar waves of pleasure, shooting through your nerves until you feel like you’ll burst, the tightening in your balls as you prepare to shoot your load onto your boyfriend–

“Damnit, Jason, I’m gonna cum, gonna make a mess–”

“I know,” he grunts, his own teeth gritted as he chases his own high. His lips hover just above yours, prepared to press down as soon as the right moment strikes. I’m gonna cum too. Gonna cum in that perfect little hole of yours. Just keep squeezing around me like that…Fuck, that’s it, that’s it, gonna cum, gonna fill you up, you’re mine, you hear me, you’re mine–”

You nod your head erratically, bucking into Jason’s hand as the last tell-tale pangs of pleasure creep through your cock, preparing it for the load it’s soon going to shoot in Jason’s warm hand. You’re on the edge of your own peak, and you refuse to let it be ruined, refuse to lose the pleasure Jason had been kind enough to give you, you need to cum, you need to cum now–  “Fuck, fuck, mm gonna cum, I’m cumminmphhh!”

Your words become muffled as Jason finally presses his lips to yours, kissing you fast and rough as your cock twitches painfully in his hand. A moment later, you’re whining into his mouth uncontrollably, cum spurting pathetically from the tip of your cock as his hips bang into yours, still chasing his high as desperately as you had. It sent more jolts of pleasure up your spine, aiding you in riding out your orgasm as you drained yourself on Jason’s hand.

“Look at that,” Jason pants, briefly parting with you to look at the cum staining his hand. He almost seems proud, grinning down at the mess your spent cock made, the last drops you could spare dripping leisurely down his fingers. “Such a mess. Should’ve known, after how dirty you've made my bed. Gonna have to get you to clean that up later. Gonna make you–shit, hang on, gotta…gotta cum–”

Jason thrusts into you one final time before stilling dramatically, a loud, relieved groan leaving his lips. Despite how spent your ass is, you can still feel the warm, full sensation of his cum spilling into your hole, flooding your insides with yet another reminder of Jason’s hold on you. It looked like he had reached his high too. Hopefully his last for the night, after all the rounds you had endured. You weren’t sure if you could survive another one, pleasure or no pleasure. 

Just as you had that thought, the hand around your dick began to stir again, slowly jerking up and down the shriveling organ. The cum seeping into his hold only made the motion smoother, sending painful jolts through your twitching thighs. 

“Jason! Can’t…still too sensitive…”

The hand continues for a moment more, Jason’s tired eyes glinting with glee as you weakly moaned and twitched in his hold. He only stops when you try to place a halting hand on his, its movement shaky but urgent in its pace.  

“Ok, ok. I gotcha. It’s too much for you’re pathetic dick, I get it. I still gotta pull out though, so prepare yourself for that. Hold on…”

Jason only gives you a second to breathe before he pulls out of your hole, his dick sliding out as easily as it had gone in. Almost immediately, the cum that had been trapped moments before began to leak out, pouring down your ass in sticky rivers of white. Both sensations had you shivering where you lay, your body breaking out into oversensitive goosebumps in the cold apartment air. 

“There,” he breathes, slowly pulling away. Unlike how you feel, his movements are graceful and effortless, no indication of exhaustion on his face. The only abnormal thing about his body is the sweat coating his skin, still dripping from his dark hair with every other movement. Besides that, he looked no different than he had earlier, fresh off the field after his game. “I’m out. You need a break? Or are you ready for another round, as soon as you get hard again?”

Your breath catches in your throat, panic gathering in your gut. Another round? He didn’t mean it, did he? Surely he wasn’t…Surely he didn’t expect you to… “A…Another? You want…You want to go again?”

“Awe, you don’t wanna keep going? You too tired to keep it up? Come on, I thought you liked me more than that.” Jason smiles, his eyes gleaming harshly down at you. He looks ten feet tall standing above you like that, naked and panting in the soft glow of the lamp. “I was kidding babe. I know you’re too tired. To tell you the truth, so am I. All that exercise has got me beat. I’m satisfied for the night.”

With that, he turns around, no longer interested in you and your messy body. Instead, he heads for the nearby closet, opening the door and rummaging around for something inside. You think he might be looking for clean clothes to wear, but before you can ask him, a towel comes flying in your direction, landing square on your heaving chest.

“There. Clean yourself up once you have the energy. You look like a wreck. You smell like one too.”

A ripple of surprised annoyance shoots through you, the first genuine negative emotion you’d had all day. You’re so annoyed that you let the towel remain where it sits, lying heavy on your twitching stomach. “...What? That’s it? You’re just gonna make me wipe myself up?”

“...Yeah?” Jason turns to you, his eyebrows furrowed. You can’t tell if he’s faking his confusion or not, but the expression pisses you off, all the same. “What else would I do?”

“I don’t know, run us a bath, maybe? Wouldn’t that be more effective at cleaning me off? And you?”

Jason stares at you a moment longer, eyes trained intensely on you. Then, he slowly makes his way back to the bed, his footsteps hesitant as he comes to stand at the foot of his mattress. “...Ok. If you want, we can do that. I guess we made enough of a mess to warrant that. Here, grab my hand. You look like you’ll topple over if you try to get up yourself.”

He reaches out a hand for you to take, and you do, rolling your eyes as he helps pull you to your feet. You know the two of you didn’t do aftercare often, most of the time you both cuddled after sex until one of you fell asleep, but still, was he really that clueless? “...Thanks.”

“...No problem.” He waits until you steady yourself before setting off, leading you slowly to the nearby bathroom. He doesn’t look at you, nor does he say anything more. He just walks beside you, leading you into the bathroom before starting the bath with steady hands. 

It’s not until the bath has been drawn and the two of you settle down into the warm water that he speaks again, his voice rough and hesitant in its tone.

“Did you mean it? When you said you belonged to me? You really don’t have eyes for anyone else?”

“Hmm?” You hum in confusion, shuffling closer to Jason’s body. Your head is lying on his chest, and you almost don’t hear his words over his heartbeat, consistent and lulling in your ear. The shock of his lackluster aftercare had worn off long ago. You were just happy to be near him, washing yourself off with more than just a measly towel. “Course I meant it. I meant it when I said I wasn’t trying to flirt with your teammates either. Who else would I wanna be with?”

Jason remained silent for a long time. The only noise you could hear was his continuous heartbeat, followed by the dull sloshing of water. It almost scared you when he finally grunted noncommittally, his arm slinging haphazardly over your naked back. 

“...Nothin. Was just wondering if you really meant it when you said you were mine. Because you are. You’re mine. Always. Got it?”

You hum again, pressing a comforting kiss to your boyfriend’s chest. Him and his stupid jealousy. He really wasn’t going to let it go anytime soon, was he? “Got it. I’m yours, forever and always.”

A breath escapes Jason’s nose, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he uses his arm to pull you closer, bringing your head right under his upturned chin. It’s a nice position to be in. You feel close to him that way. Loved. Much more relaxed than you did earlier, when he was rearranging your guts. Not that you were upset. You enjoyed those moments too, when you were as in the mood as you were before. 

You settle in, letting yourself get comfortable in your boyfriend's hold. You don’t see the possessive glint in his eyes as he looks down at you, his gaze never leaving your body. You don’t feel the strength behind his hold, ready to lock you next to him if you make one wrong move. All you feel is the warm water lapping at your body and the smooth skin resting against your own, warming you after such a long day. And you’re content with that. You’re with your boyfriend, who for all his rough edges, seems to care about you more than he lets on. You’re in a bath, warming up while cleaning the grime for your body. What else could you ask for?

Sighing contentedly, you nuzzle your nose in the junction of Jason’s throat, smile as he kisses your forehead, and let yourself drift into oblivion, your thoughts slipping slowly from your elated mind.  

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