#jay park request

Jay, to say the least, is dominant in bed. He's kinda open about his blatant daddy kink with everyone in the world, I mean did you see that one post on instagram? Obvious much baby? And I like being his baby girl. I love being spoiled and treated like a princess. And I love being fucked to where I can't walk for days.

But lately I've been dying to be the dominant one for once. Ever since I got the idea in my head all I can think about is Jay being tied up, squirming and begging for me. I relish in the idea of seeing the man who bosses me around, be bossed around.

Last week Jay told me that we would do whatever I want for valentines this year. Most valentines, he takes me to dinner at a fancy restaurant that I can never pronounce and then we'll go on some romantic excursion, like watching the stars from the space needle, before we end up back in our bed. This year though, I have some tricks up my sleeve.

"Baby? Y/n where are you?" Jay calls from downstairs. I hear him shuffling around and for as long as I've lived in this house I can tell he's in the kitchen. I look over myself once in the mirror of our bathroom, smirking. I'm wearing Jay's favourite dress on me, black lace and it's tight in all the right places. I also have on the gold, sparkly heels Jay got me for Christmas and some jewelry. However, underneath the dress I have on a black and cream colored lace bustier and thigh high socks.

"I'm in the bathroom babe!" I call out to Jay, placing some finishing touches on the curls in my hair. I hear Jay bound up the stairs, the chains around his neck clinking together with every step.

"Damn." He says, an arm snaking around my waist as I stack a couple gold bangles on my wrist, "You're so beautiful." Jay's soft lips are on the back of my neck, placing feather light kisses just above the hem of my dress. I blush at his gesture as if he doesn't do it every day.

"Ready to go?"

"Yea. Hand over the keys mister." I smirk, holding my hand out for him. I see the pain in his eyes as he drops the keys to his Bentley into my awaiting palm.

"Dear god don't wreck my baby."

"Jay, you act like you don't know I take your car all the time when you're not home." I chuckle, walking out of the bathroom and down to the garage.

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"This place is really good." Jay smiles, his hand resting on my knee as we eat our dinner.

"Jay, you took me here on our first date." I explain, cutting my eyes at him.

"I did?" He says, eyes wide with surprise.

"Better be glad you're pretty Jaebeom."

"You love me."

"I guess I do sometimes." I giggle. At my comment Jay's hand tightens around my knee and he leans into my ear to whisper.

"Don't piss daddy off babygirl."

"Who said you were my daddy?" I whisper back before handing my card to the waiter. I smile to myself when I see Jay raise his eyebrows at my comment. If only he knew what I had in store for him.

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"We're going back home? We never go back home after dinner." Jay says as I pull into the garage.

"Remember how you said this year I get to decide what we do?"

"Yea, but I thought you would like make me give you a lapdance or something."

"I never thought about that one. Good idea. Anyway, no thats not what I had in mind." I close the car door and run inside the house, locking the bedroom door before Jay can get up the stairs. Quickly, I begin lighting candles and tossing rose petals I had hid away all over the room. I dim the lights down, kick off my heels and drop all of my jewelry on the dresser.

"Babe are you going to let me in? Did I do something wrong? I mean I don't think I did, but- Wait are you mad because I forgot I took you to that restaurant on ou-"

"Just take your clothes off and lay on the bed." I smirk, cutting Jay off mid sentence. His eyebrows knit together.

"You never say that to me. Thats my line."

"Not tonight baby boy. Now, just do it before I don't let you cum at all." I try to hide my smile as Jay follows my orders with a look on his face that looks like he's trying to figure out the circumference of a triangle. I watch intently as he takes his shirt off, grabbing it by the back of the collar and pulling it over his head. There’s something about watching Jay get undressed that’s hypnotising. He takes his belt off and places it on the chest at the end of the bed before kicking off his jeans and turning to look at me, one eyebrow raised.

“All your clothes. Why are you acting shy all of a sudden?” I smirk, starting to unzip my dress. He shakes his head and kicks his boxers off.

“I’m not use to you watching me so intently.”He says, laying down on the bed, his arms resting under his head as he looks at the ceiling of our shared room. While his eyes are trained on the ceiling, I go over to our dresser and get out the handcuffs that I’m so used to having tightened around my wrists. I go over to the bed and sit on Jay’s chest, concentrating on pulling his hands between the rails of the headboard and cuffing his wrists around it.

“I’m not too sure about this.” He says, his voice getting deeper with each syllable.

“You shouldn’t give out what you can’t take then, baby.” I whisper in his ear, my lips grazing over his soft skin. I smile to myself when I feel his body shiver a bit at my words. Slowly, I begin leaving soft kisses along his neck, up his jawline and landing on his lips. Jay’s lips are soft as always, folding over mine slowly for a few minutes until I pull away. Jay whimpers very quietly at the loss of contact. I don’t think he wanted me to hear, but I did and it’s only a sound I want to hear more.

I stand at the foot of the bed, facing away from Jay as I slowly pull my dress down my body slowly, exposing the new lingerie I got.

“When did you get that?” Jay asks.

“A couple days ago. Like it?” I smile, turning to face him now as I pull my hair into a ponytail. Jay nods slowly, I can feel his eyes inspecting every detail of the outfit from his place on the bed. While he continues to stare, I pick up the blindfold from the dresser and walk back to Jay who tries to resist.

“No, I wanna see you.” He begs, trying to romance me into letting him have his way, “Baby please? I wanna see how pretty you are.”

“Nope.” I hold his squishy cheeks in a firm grip with one hand while I tug the blindfold over his blonde and black locks and down to cover his eyes. Jay grumbles something that sounds like “Oh you’re going to get it later.” under his breath. I only chuckle, smirking now that the real fun can begin.

“Now, I know this is going to be hard for you.” I begin whispering, my legs on either side of Jay’s chest as I lean down and hover my lips over his skin, tracing lines along his collarbones, up his neck, only stopping to leave marks around his tattoos, “But you told me we could do whatever I wanted. And I want to be in control this time. I mean, don’t get me wrong baby, I love when you fuck me and tie me up like this. But I wanna see you squirm, too. I wanna hear you beg for me. Are you going to do that?” Jay nods quickly, and while I’m satisfied with his eagerness, I need to hear his words.

“Baby, use your words. What are you going to do?” I start moving down Jay’s body, kissing down his toned chest and stomach, stopping when I’m perched between his legs, my fingers tracing feather light designs on the skin of his thighs.

“I’ll beg for you. Please, just do something. Fuck, you’re such a tease.”

“What would you do if I had said that to you?” I ask, my hands now firmly gripping his thighs, nails slightly digging into his skin, but not enough to hurt him.

“If you had been really sassy, you would get spankings. If not, then I would show you what a tease is.” Jay answers only moments later he realizes he’s just picked out his own punishment, “Oh no. No, I didn’t mean it. Shit, don’t tease me. Please, don’t. I’ll keep my mouth shut.” I don’t answer him as I start trailing my fingers along his length lightly. Jay jumps at my touch, not expecting it, but then relaxes. I the wrap my hand around him, stroking up and down slowly. Jay tugs at the handcuffs, trying to get loose as he tries to thrust into my hand, which only causes me to pull away.

“Y/n!” Jay groans, dragging out my name in a whine. I move around the bed until I’m back beside his head.

“You shouldn’t be a smart ass.” Is the only thing I say as I toss my panties to the other side of the room before hovering just above Jay’s face, “Now are you going to be good and eat me out, or do I need to leave you here for a little bit?” The second Jay hears the words ‘eat me out’ leave my lips, he moves his upper body up until he’s lapping eagerly at my entrance. I chuckle and push his shoulder back so he’s not straining himself before sitting on his face, not worrying about suffocating him. He really is aquaman.

As usual Jay starts out slow, licking along my folds before swirling his tongue around my entrance and dipping in only for a moment before going to suck on my clit. He’s always had this thing about him where he wants to do everything all at once when he starts, then he takes his time, focusing on every little detail. It’s probably the best thing about sex with Jay.

He delves his tongue into my entrance, taking his time and covering his bases as he drags his tongue over every inch of me. He then turns his head and starts placing kisses on my thighs, which is something he does frequently, stopping in the middle of things just to show a little romance. Another perk of sex with Jay, just not tonight. I move my hands down and use my fingers to nudge his face back where I want it. He gets the messge and instantly goes back to  eating me out and sucking on my clit. Every minute or two he’ll tug on the handcuffs and I know he feels helpless without being able to hold my hips because he hates when I move. So that’s exactly what I do. I slowly start grinding down into his face every couple seconds and I smirk when he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Baby stop moving.” He grumbles.

“Nope.” I continue with my shenanigans and Jay gives in, letting me ride his tongue until I finally cum. When I do Jay lets out a deep moan. I move off him and lean down to press my lips to his, instantly letting him slip his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on him as my tongue explores his mouth, but only for a moment before I move away.

“MMnn, baby come back.” He whines. I don’t answer him as I swiftly move to his hard dick into my mouth. Surprised, Jay lets out a guttural moan at the feeling. I slowly start bobing my head along his length, taking him down my throat and swirling my tongue around him before taking my mouth off him.

“Babyyyyyyyy.” Jay tugs at the handcuffs again, harder this time and I’m almost scared he pulled them off. Luckily he didn’t so I begin stroking him, his hips moving to try and thrust into my hand again. I watch his face carefully as I hold his hips down with one hand while the other pleasures him. He’s biting his bottom lip, enough that he could break skin any moment. I know his eyes are twisted shut and his jawline is set hard like when he gets angry.

Pleased with myself at this point, I go back to bobbing my head, this time taking him all the way down my throat and swallowing, my tongue circling around him. I continue my actions until Jay is whimpering above me and I know he’s close. I go for a couple more seconds and then sit up, leaving him just on the edge.

“Y/n!” Jay shouts, voice deep and gruff.

“Jay.” I say back in a mocking tone, taking off the rest of the slightly uncomfortable outfit before removing Jay’s blindfold. I smile to myself when I see that his cheeks are all red out of frustration.

“Let me out. Please.”

“Not yet baby.” I kiss his lips softly and move so my legs are on either side of his hips, ready to ride him. I slowly sink down onto his length, letting out a sigh and my head rolling back when I do. Jay tugs on the handcuffs again when I start moving, my hands resting on his abdomen. I start out slowly at first, then quickly pick up pace. The room is filled with our moans and the sound of skin hitting skin. I’m on the verge of climax when I stop moving and stretch my back as I lean over Jay. I kiss his forehead as I open the handcuffs, which results in Jay immediately sitting up and cupping my face, kissing me roughly. I chuckle and kiss him back with as much eagerness as he possesses as I start circling my hips on him. Jay moans into my mouth, one hand leaving my face and trailing down my side until he’s rubbing circles into my clit. I pick up pace now and Jay thrusts up to match me coming down, hitting all the right places hard.

“I’m close, baby.” Jay says in a huff. I nod, my arms wrapping around his neck as he starts kissing and leaving love bites on my neck and chest. Finally, my orgasm hits followed moments by Jay’s. We ride through our climaxes until our bodies finally give out.

Jay sighs deeply, lifting me off him, only to pull me back into his lap and flop back onto the bed. I squirm a bit until my head is nuzzled under his chin, as always. Once we’ve sat for a while and caught our breaths, I look up to my beautiful boyfriend, smiling to myself.

“Did the handcuffs hurt your wrists?” I ask, pulling his arm to my face from my waist. Sure enough there are bruises forming where the handcuffs were.

“Not really. I don’t see how you put up with that though. It was so hard not being able to touch you.” Jay looks down, I can feel his eyes studying my face as I hold his big hand in my smaller one.

“I put up with it because that’s what you want.” I smile, breaking my gaze on his hand to lock eyes with him. I love his after sex eyes. It’s weird, I know, but his eyes are always soft, sleepy and caring after sex.

“If I’m being honest it was kinda hot seeing you be all bossy.” He smirks, a hand combing through my hair.

“It was very hot seeing you all tied up. I mean, if I’m being honest.” Jay rolls his eyes and kisses my forehead.

“Happy valentines day babygirl.”

 My eyes flashed red as I watched the man’s body undulate in a series of body rolls and I licked my lips subtly. It was going to be him tonight. It had to be. 

 Once the dance battle ended in his inevitable victory I made sure that I had put myself in the perfect position to be able to dance with him next. I walked over slowly my hips swaying seductively and I smiled slowly. I danced against him provocatively for a while letting him grab my waist until our bodies were grinding against one another.

 I trailed my nails against his shoulder blades and he groaned lowly clearly turned on by the touch. I couldn’t help but smirk as I whispered lowly in his ear, “Maybe we can take this somewhere a little more private,” I suggested.

 “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all night,” he replied and let me lead him through the crowd to a small room that was decorated with chic modern black and red décor. There was a large bed with black satin sheets and a dark red mesh canopy hanging over it. 

 Usually I would prefer to play with my food a little bit but it had been too long since I fed last and the physical pain I was in was too much for me to mess around with this guy. I shut the door behind us and pushed him down on the bed. His eyes widened in surprise even while his heart beat sped up. He clearly was enjoying the appeal of a dominatrix.

 I stripped out of my skintight black dress and made short work of getting the rest of his clothing off too. I straddled his hips and ground my hips against him stroking him a bit to get him even more aroused. His hands were all over me and his lips found their way to my neck. I moaned softly as the action eased some of my discomfort, the feeling of skin against skin beginning to ease my cravings.

 He started to try and flip our position but I pinned his shoulders down to the bed letting my fingers dig into his skin a bit harshly. He hissed slightly at the pain but moaned lowly also. Slowly I let my hips sink down on him feeling him throb and twitch lightly as my tight walls encircled him. I let out a loud moan of pleasure that seemed to make him even more eager.

 He groped at my breasts rather roughly pinching at my nipples and leaving me squealing in pleasure. I wasn’t usually this responsive but when it had been a while between feedings everything got that much more intense. I suppose that was part of the reason I ended up waiting too long a lot.

 I rocked against him hard and fast both of us panting and moaning loudly. My nails scraped across his chest slowly leaving a trail of raised angry red lines behind and making him groan loudly. I felt his thrusts start to get even more desperate and he tried to flip us once again but I gave a low growl and shoved him back down once again my hands wrapping around his neck. His eyes sparked with fear for a moment but his breathing increased with his heart rate and he gripped my thighs tightly his thrusts remaining fast and hard. Teasingly I squeezed just a little bit testing him. He groaned but remained completely calm otherwise. I smirked lightly and pulled my hands back to tease his nipples.

 “You’re into some pretty kinky stuff aren’t you? You’re a little slut.” He smirked and gave my ass a slap that made me growl softly and I leaned in to bite softly against his neck and tug at his earlobe.

“You have no idea,” I whispered back.

 This time when he went to switch our positions I let him. I felt much stronger now and I was impressed by how well he was holding up. He was clearly pretty strong. His thrusts got rougher and so did my touches. We kissed roughly all teeth and tongues clashing together desperately in a series of nips and tugs.

 I could tell that he was getting close and I myself was moaning and writhing in pleasure beneath him. His thrusts got more desperate with each movement of his hips and he tugged on my hair mercilessly making me scream and moan at the same time.

 We hit our high together both of us arching together and moaning clinging to each other. I panted and hummed happily waiting for the rush of power that always followed the end of a feeding. My eyes subtly flashed red in anticipation of the surge and I didn’t even care that he saw. He would pass out soon enough as I had stolen his energy and vitality this evening.

 I expected his eyes to widen in fear or for him to pull away quickly, but instead he just smirked. It wasn’t a sexual satisfied kind of smile, which I had seen before, it was dangerous and triumphant and that was when I knew I had made a huge mistake.

 I gave a sharp cry of pain as I felt like my skin was burning and being electrocuted. After a moment of that I felt every ounce of energy sink out of me my eyes going blurry as I lost consciousness one of his tattoos now clear against his skin where I hadn’t seen it before, the dagger and the pentagon, the mark of the demon hunter.

 “Well they were right about one thing, you succubi are pretty damn good at sex. Too bad you weren’t smart enough to realize you were being played. Have a nice little nap demon bitch.”

 “I… never wanted… to be like this…” I gasped out slowly. I only had seconds of consciousness left.

 The last thing I saw before I slipped into unconsciousness was the look of utter shock and surprise on his face. Clearly of all the things I could have said to him he wasn’t expecting that.