#jayy

You’re focused, lip caught between your teeth as you swipe on another layer of gloss in the mirror. The new Dior one Jay got you yesterday sticky-sweet, tinted pink. You don’t hear him come in until his reflection appears behind you.

He’s fresh out of the shower, hair damp and messy. Water droplets slide down his chest. Your eyes flick to him in the mirror and you feel that familiar flutter in your stomach equal parts want and that shy little freeze you can never quite shake.

“Hi,” you whisper, voice soft like always. You twist the gloss shut, suddenly hyperaware of how short your pink babydoll is riding up.

Jay doesn’t answer right away. He just watches you, eyes warm . Then he steps closer, hands settling on your shoulders, thumbs pressing gently into the muscle there.

“You’ve been in here playing dressup for an hour,” he murmurs, leaning down so his lips brush your ear. “Cute.”

“I wasn’t playing,” you mumble,“Just… trying stuff. The rain made me bored.”

He smiles against your neck. One hand slides down your arm, fingers tracing the soft skin until they reach your hand. He lifts it, inspecting the fresh nails and kissing your knuckles. “These are so pretty baby."

Jay turns the stool slowly so you’re facing him. The towel he's wearing is barely holding on. He cups your jaw, tilting your face up, and kissing you Slow and Deep. Tongue sliding against yours. You taste the mint from his toothpaste and something that’s just him.

When he pulls back, your gloss is smudged on his mouth. He doesn’t wipe it off.

“Baby,want you so bad now,” he says quietly.

You stand, legs a little unsteady. He gets behind you and peels your babydoll off first, then hooks his fingers in your lacy pink panties tugging them down. You step out, suddenly naked under the warm lamplight while he’s still in that towel. The shyness hits hard, you cross your arms over your chest instinctively.

Jay catches your wrists gently. “baby you're hiding from me now?”

He lifts you onto the vanity like you weigh nothing. The cool marble edge presses against the backs of your thighs. Makeup brushes and palettes get pushed aside with a soft clatter. He drops to his knees right there on the carpet, spreading your legs with warm hands.

The first lick is slow, deliberate flat tongue dragging up your already slick pussy. You gasp, fingers flying to his damp hair. He does it again, then focuses on your clit with tight, perfect circles while two fingers slide inside you easily. The wet sounds mix with the rain. Your breathy little whimpers fill the room as he works you open, curling those fingers just right, sucking gently on your clit until your legs start shaking around his shoulders.

“Jay....mmh” It comes out high and needy. You tug his hair without thinking and he groans against you, the vibration pushing you closer.

He doesn’t rush. He eats you out like he loves doing it messy and focused, free hand gripping your thigh to keep you open. When you come, it’s with a soft broken moan, back arching, nails digging into his scalp. He keeps licking you through it until you’re twitching and pushing at him weakly.

He stands, towel finally gone. His cock is hard and flushed, heavy against his stomach. You reach for it, wrapping manicured fingers around him, stroking shyly at first. Jay’s breath hitches. He leans in, kissing you deep so you can taste yourself, then rests his forehead on yours.

“Want you,” you whisper against his mouth. “Please.”

He doesn’t make you beg more. He lines up and pushes in slow, stretching you open inch by inch until he’s buried deep. Both of you exhale shakily. For a second he just stays there, hands on your hips, breathing with you while the rain pours outside.

Then he starts moving deep, rolling thrusts that grind against your clit every time. The vanity mirror fogs slightly behind you. Your anklet the gold one with the moon charm he gave you tinkles softly with every push. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, glossy lips parted on little gasps and moans.

He fucks you harder, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb teasing your nipple. The other grips your ass, pulling you into each thrust. Your fresh nails rake down his back not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to leave faint pink lines he’ll feel tomorrow.

“Look at me,” he says, voice rough.

You do. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lip gloss long ruined. He kisses you again, messy, hips snapping faster. The angle is perfect hitting that spot inside you over and over until you’re clenching around him, coming again with a soft cry muffled against his shoulder.

Jay follows right after, burying himself deep with a low groan, pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there, forehead pressed to yours, catching his breath. The rain keeps falling.

After a minute he pulls out carefully, cum already starting to drip down your thigh. He grabs a warm cloth from the bathroom, cleans you gently, then carries you to the bed like it’s the most natural thing. You curl into his chest, shy again now that the heat is fading, tracing little patterns on his skin with your pretty nails.

“You always get so quiet after,” he says softly, fingers combing through your hair. “Still shy with me?”

You nod into his neck, hiding a small smile.

He tightens his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You fall asleep to the rain and the steady beat of his heart, legs tangled, his hand resting on your bare hip under the covers. Tomorrow he’ll probably take you shopping again just to watch you try things on. Tonight the city is washed clean outside, and inside it’s just warm skin, soft breaths, and the quiet kind of love that doesn’t need big words.