⧼ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴡ [ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ]⧽ ─── 박종성
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: 𝓻ich boyfriend!jay x 𝓯em!reader
⤷ (0.7k) exhibitionism, soft dom jay, sub reader, sex against a window, condescending praise , hair pulling, mocking, swearing, p in v, not proofread! 𝓶.list
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: posting the teaser to put pressure on myself to finish this :( jay deserves better...
dinner went by in a haze with jay having ordered almost the entire menu for you to taste. your shared love for food had brought you together in the first place, each dinner out a reminder to him of how lucky he got.
the drive home was quiet, but not the tension filled kind. his hand obviously interwoven with yours, soft music playing in the back.
however, you don't miss the way jays eyes kept flickering over to you, focussing on your lips first just to eventually roam down your body.
you catch his gaze, which wasn't as sweet anymore, no this was desire. tilting your head a little, you blink up at him innocently.
"can i help you?" voice dripping with sweetness.
he chuckle escapes him as his hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter, eyes struggling to tear away from you to focus back on the road.
"oh you definitely can. just wait til we get home."
you knew exactly what this meant.
it was a miracle that you made it into your shared apartment with your clothes and makeup still intact. jay had been eye fucking you ever since you exited the car and you didn't think he would've been able to hold himself back in the elevator but he did.
the main door falls closed with a click, his hand possessively at the small of your back.
"come on," he murmurs, slightly pushing you to stand in front of the tall windows looking over the city.
you catch the reflection of you two, the dimly lit room blending you in with the city lights below. his lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking at the delicate skin.
“jay,” your voice comes out way more pathetic than you wanted.
he hums, hand playing with the zipper of your dress, the cool metal of his rings sending shivers down your back.
the window reflects your squirming figure as your eyes dart over the moving cars, wondering if anyone saw the scenario unwinding above them.
“what’s got your attention, hm?” jay questions, still nibbling away at your sensitive neck.
“nothing.”
“you looking at our audience?”
