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From This Moment On

chaebol!jay park [enhypen] x reader [afab]

concept: there's still so much you don't know about your fiance, but you suppose that comes with the territory of an arranged marriage. still, you care about him and want him to have a good birthday.

w/c: 6.7k

warning: arranged marriage au, reader is a medical resident; sexually explicit content, extended foreplay, discussion of terms of endearment [gratuitous use of 'baby], dry humping, light nipple play, protected sex* w/ condom discussion

a/n: happy very belated birthday, jay! 💕

You’ve barely made it two steps into Park Estate when you’re being greeted by the staff. You freeze up, still not quite used to dealing with it.

“Miss, Y/L/N, what brings you by?” The head housekeeper asks, one of the other housekeepers standing not far away. There’s someone lingering in the doorway of the dining room, clearly listening in and you take in a big, deep breath, trying to stay calm. It’s so unsettling, but you suppose you’ll get used to this. You don’t have many choices after all.

“Just here to see Jay,” you reply, forcing a smile forward. “He in his office?” You ask, sliding on a pair of slippers, your shoes left by the door.

“Oh, yes,” she agrees, “hasn’t left it all day.” Well, that’s frustrating, but not surprising. You nod politely and then head through the house, mostly acquainted with it. You don’t think you’ve ever made your way through the Park Estate on your own, usually it’s on Jay’s arm, but you’d rather not have to spend any further time with the staff. They seem nice enough but you’re not a fool. They’re just waiting for something, anything, that will allow them to gossip about you. You find your way to the stairs and start climbing them.

Jay basically lives on his own on the third floor, perks of being a chaebol son, you figure. The staff barely ever go up here but you let yourself through the pair of double doors that block the hall from the rest of the floor. A sitting room opens up in front of you, there’s a kitchenette and the bedroom, the bathroom attached ensuite. But tucked into the corner, at the very back, is his office. You walk over to the door, knocking softly.

No one answers but the door is open when you try the doorknob. You gently push it open to see Jay talking on the phone. It’s not in English, not even in Korean, having a lively discussion in Japanese. He’s standing all the way at the back of the room, a hand on his hip, the other holding his cell to his ear. He’s staring out the window, back to you. You creep inside, gently closing the door behind you.

You can’t understand him, but you don’t have to. You have a feeling it’s not a personal call, based on the way he’s holding himself, tightly through the back and shoulders. You linger by the door, not wanting to crowd him. He must sense you in the room though because he glances over his shoulder and spots you. You smile shyly and he offers a tight one back. When he turns back to his call, he quickly wraps it up, bringing the phone down from his ear.

“What’re you doing here?” He asks. He turns around slowly to look at you. “You didn’t tell me you were coming by or I would’ve… I wouldn’t have been on call, that’s for sure,” he jokes, but it lacks humor. You cross the room to approach his desk, Jay moving forward to set his phone on it, and then leaning a hand on it as well. “What’s up?” He asks, voice softening as you stop in front of him.

“I finally had a day off, and I’m not on call,” you tell him. “I thought we could do something,” you offer, wrapping your hands around the strap of your bag where it sits across your front. Jay sighs softly, biting his lip. “If you have the time,” you amend.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I have a call later and a meeting this evening and⁠—”

“It’s fine,” you assure him but Jay looks at you, pained. “I get it. But, if you’re really busy, I guess I should just give this to you now.” You turn towards your bag, sliding a small box out of it. It’s black and adorned with a simple silver bow on the top. Jay looks puzzled as you offer it to him. “You know, since it sounds like you won’t have time later.”

“For…?” He asks, gently taking it from you.

“Your birthday, Jay,” you tell him softly. “Today’s your birthday.”

“Ah,” he sighs. “Right. I almost forgot.”

“I thought so,” you admit. “That’s why I came here. Don’t worry about it.” You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Jay closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of your lips against his skin. When you pull back he blinks at you. “Don’t work too hard, okay?” You tell him, resting your hand on his wrist, hand still holding the box.

“I’ll try not to,” he offers, smiling at you. You squeeze his wrist once and then turn to go. “Y/N,” he calls out and you turn back to him. “Thank you. For the gift,” he says. “You didn’t… you didn’t have to, y’know?”

“That’s what fiancees do,” you inform him and he presses his lips together. “I hope you like it.” You press one more kiss to his cheek and then leave, the office door closing softly behind you. Jay sighs heavily to himself, turning toward the desk.

He drops the box on it and then leans on the edge, both hands flat on top of the desk. He looks at the box, small and simple and beautiful and, not for the first time, wonders what the hell he ever did to deserve someone like you.

“No, it’s… it’s no big deal,” you tell your best friend, Ryujin, over the phone as you’re heading back to your apartment. You’re juggling the cake box and your dry cleaning and your keys, your phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder. “Jay’s always so busy, I knew that he might not have time to see me. I mean, the man basically forgot it was his own birthday. I’m not mad!”

“That’s the problem! You should be mad!” She insists, but you just roll your eyes, trying to shove your keys into your purse on your way to the elevator in your apartment building. “I can’t believe you agreed to this. I told you, didn’t I tell you!”

“I didn’t agree to anything, it was agreed upon by our parents. I wasn’t going to say no. Besides, other than being a workaholic, Jay is a great guy. He’s really sweet, he cares about me, he actively tries to spend time with me when he can. Besides, I’m a doctor, the man probably thought I was working anyway. I’m always on call.” You have to stab the button of the elevator with your elbow and then slip inside, fumbling for the fifth floor button. “I don’t even blame him.” You shift to take the phone back in your hand. “Honestly, I just feel bad that he’s spending his birthday working.”

“I can’t fucking believe how much you like this guy when he’s just… he’s like this! He’s some rich dude that spends more time making business deals than trying to make a date with his fiance. His fiance, that he was arranged to marry. It’s not just his life that’s being changed by this!” She complains into your ear. You sigh, stepping out of the elevator and heading down the corridor to your apartment. “You changed your whole life around to marry this dude and he doesn’t even care!”

“He cares!” You correct her. “Of course he cares. And he’s being very accommodating considering everything.”

“‘Accommodating’,” she mocks, “he’s going to be your husband. He can do better than accommodate you.”

“I’m also accommodating him, so, y’know…” you reach your door, pressing hard at the touch screen to get it to light up so you can input your door code. “It’s a two way street.”

“Which you are driving on and he is walking!” You laugh to yourself, amused by her dramatics.

“Can I call you back?” You ask, pushing open the door and being forced to back into your apartment so you can get in without dropping or crushing anything. “I just got home and I got so much shit. I’ll let you continue your bitch fit once I’m settled in, alright?”

“Fine. Don’t forget!”

“I won’t forget!” You say, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. The door closes behind you, chiming to let you know it’s auto locked. You step out of the little well by the door, lowering your phone from your ear. When you lift your head you pause, expression dropping from a smile into one of blank confusion. Jay stands up from his place on your sofa, smoothing his hands over the front of his jeans. “Uhm… hi?” You say, confused.

“Hey,” he greets you. “Oh, shit, you have so much stuff. Let me help you⁠,” he says, crossing the room to help you.

“No, it’s- it’s okay,” you insist but he takes the dry cleaning bag and the box from you, leaving you standing there with just your phone in hand. He gently sets the dry cleaning on your chair and the box on the coffee table. You blush, turning away as he notices that it’s a cake box, the clear plastic window allowing him to look in and see. You put your purse by your entry table, hanging your jacket up. “Uhm… how long have you been here?” You ask, rushing through your living room to get to your connected kitchen.

“Not- uh- not long,” he says, lifting his gaze from the box to you. You open your cabinets, pull down a couple of glasses and then turn to your refrigerator, pulling out your water pitcher. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break in or anything,” he says, sliding his hands into his pockets as he follows you. Your hands shake slightly from the embarrassment and you pour the both of you glasses of water. Mostly so you can do something with your hands. “You gave me your door code, so⁠—”

“No, no, I did,” you agree, the words rushing out of you. You put the pitcher back, taking a deep breath and then slowly let it out. “You’re right. I gave you the code, so it’s not a big deal.” You close the door and nearly jump, realizing how much closer he is, standing at the edge of your kitchen. “Water?” You ask, pointing to the glasses you just poured.

“Sure.”

It would be funny, if it wasn’t so unfortunate, how awkward the two of you still are around each other. You’ve been engaged for about four, almost five months now, but maybe this sort of relationship is expected when you’re told you’re going to marry someone you never even knew previously.

Your parents know each other. More accurately, your dads know each other, same friend / business circles. It’s to be expected when Jay is the son of a chaebol and you’re the daughter of a hospital director. All of this was sprung on you at the beginning of the year, that apparently your families have been talking about the two of you behind your backs, making deals and deciding without actually asking that the two of you are going to be married. Jay was furious and you were indignant, that your father would do such a thing, trying to practically sell his daughter to the highest bidder. But the Parks thought it was time for Jay to think seriously about his future, since he was about to finish school and was already working with the company. You’re a resident and your father insisted that with your lifestyle, it was going to be hard for you to date anyway, why not make the best of the situation and marry someone you know is a good man.

Frustratingly enough, he was right. Jay is a good man. A better man than you expected and you were pleasantly surprised by the way he treated you from the moment you met. Nothing but respect and kindness, utterly genuine in everything he did, never once making you feel less than or inferior. The way Jay reacted when you said you were going to be a pediatric surgeon will forever be with you.

“If you’re that smart, why marry someone like me? You should be marrying a neurosurgeon,” he said. “A lot more accomplished.”

“Most are a lot more arrogant too. I like you, you already know I’m smarter than you.” He laughed. Maybe that was the moment, when you think about it. The moment you started to fall.

However, in almost five months you feel like you’ve barely seen Jay for more than a combined time of two weeks. You work all the time, he works all the time and your parents don’t seem to think that your relationship is of the utmost importance when it comes to getting married. Everything’s already been decided, what else is there to know? It bothers you because you know that if you had just a little more time with Jay, you’d probably like him a lot.

You might even love him.

So it’s more frustrating than anything, sitting in your apartment with your fiance, on his birthday, wearing a white topaz engagement ring framed in white diamonds that glitters like the sun, not knowing what the hell to say to him.

“Y/N-”

“Jay-”

You glance away, feeling hot in the cheeks while Jay laughs softly, shaking his head to himself. Count on the two of you.

“You go first,” Jay says and you look back over at him. You reach forward, setting your glass on the table and then start to fidget with your engagement ring. It’s a bad habit, you know it, but you don’t wear it often when you’re at work so it’s a little strange on your finger. The stone isn’t too big, honestly it’s a lot more modest than your parents, or his, think it should be, but you like it quite a lot. Jay chose a nice one, but due to your job you can’t wear jewelry much of the time. Whenever you do, you find yourself fiddling with it and with your attention on your hands you don’t see the way Jay’s eyes fall to your hands as well.

“Well, I thought you had work today,” you finally say. “I guess I’m just trying to figure out why you came all this way when you said you’re so busy. Not that I don’t appreciate it,” you rush to amend, words coming out quickly. “I do. I- I do appreciate it. I would like to spend your birthday together, but only if you have time. You don’t have to- to change your whole day just for me.”

“I did,” Jay admits, swallowing roughly. “I had another phone call and a meeting but… it doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head as though to himself. “I can reschedule all that stuff. I can email or call or whatever whenever they want but, I don’t get to do this again.” He lifts his gaze to you, eyes boring into yours. “I don’t get to do today over again. And I’m not going to remember a damn meeting later, but you’re going to remember not spending my birthday with me.”

“It’s your birthday,” you stress. “You can spend it however you want.”

“Chained to a desk doesn’t sound that great,” he says and you giggle, lifting your hand to your mouth to try and cover it. He breathes a laugh as well, smiling at your smile. “Besides, you went through all this trouble? You bought a cake?” You blush, looking away from him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” you say, “but, I just figured… someone ought to, y’know?” You glance back over at him. “What’s a birthday without cake?”

“Why did you do all of this?” He asks and you avert your eyes to the floor. “A cake and the gift and… hell, if I said I didn’t want to spend my birthday doing anything, you probably would’ve let me. You would’ve just let me work all day long and act like it’s any other day. Why do you do this? Why do you treat me this way? You just… go with whatever I say.”

“Because I can’t force you to be someone you’re not,” you tell him. Jay stares hard at you, lips pressed together. “Because if this is going to work, I have to pick my battles. And forcing you to spend time with me, especially if you don’t want to, isn’t it. It just isn’t. We’re not even married yet. I don’t know what future we would have if I already started making you resent me.”

“Resent you?” He asks and you nod. He reaches over, setting his glass on the table. Jay steps around the coffee table, kneeling down at your feet. You lick your lips, pulling your bottom one between your teeth. He didn’t even kneel when he gave you your engagement ring but he gets down to his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Y/N, if anyone should be resenting anyone, it should be you. You should hate me. You’re not the ball and chain around here, I am. I just know that it was my family’s idea and they dragged you into this. Your whole damn life changed because of me. That’s my fault. I can’t resent you. I don’t have the right.”

“Well, I guess, neither of us are ever going to feel that way because I don’t,” you tell him and Jay looks up at you. “I don’t. I don’t think I’m ever going to. Because I think, given half the chance, I would really like you, Jay. I think I could even love you.”

“Don’t say that,” he says, breathless. “Don’t say things like that to me. I’m going to start thinking things that aren’t true.”

“Well, I said it, so I meant it. So it’s the truth,” you tell him.

“Can I kiss you?” Jay asks.

“Yes.” It comes out of you hard, breathless, disbelieving. “You have to ask?”

Jay leans up, cupping your cheeks in his hands, bringing you down into a kiss. His mouth is warm, soft, maybe a little chapped but you don’t mind. You rest your hands on his shoulders, kissing him back. He kisses you sweetly, chastely, until you lift a hand, cupping the back of his head. He moves his hands down to your waist, following your lead as you tilt your head, slotting your lips together more firmly. Your kisses get deeper, longer, his tongue in your mouth, your breath becoming heavy, panting into his lips. Jay wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you to the edge of your chair and your legs part so he can shuffle forward, kneeling between them.

His hands slip up the back of your shirt while you drape an arm around his neck, gasping for breath as he kisses you. You don’t know that you’ve ever been kissed like his, Jay’s tongue pressed your mouth, coaxing longer, messier kisses out of you. Your lips are spit slick, his tongue is dragging along the roof of your mouth, like he’s trying to memorize it. Every second it goes on the more desperate it becomes, Jay’s hands splayed on your bare back, his teeth nipping at your lower lip. When you open your mouth he beckons your tongue from your mouth so he can suck on it. It shocks a moan out of you, heat pooling in your hips.

Jay pulls back once you moan, panting in the spare few inches between your face. He draws his hands down out of your shirt, instead resting them on your hips. You don’t let go of him though, instead tipping further forward so you can rest your forehead against his.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I didn’t mean to do that. I don’t want you to think⁠—”

“Is five months not long enough?” You suggest and he breathes a laugh.

“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” Jay tells you. “Be a bit rude, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t say no,” you admit and Jay bites his lip.

“Don’t say that. Don’t say things⁠—”

“I’m not in the habit of saying things I don’t mean.” You pull back to look at him and Jay blinks up at you, eyes so earnest, and wanting. You’re wanting too. “What’s the worst that could happen? You still have to marry me,” you point out and Jay laughs, glancing away as though embarrassed. “Be a bit of a shame to not know if my husband is good in bed before we tie the knot, wouldn’t it?”

“Well, we’re not exactly rushing to the altar,” Jay replies. He meets your eyes hesitantly. “You want to?”

“I wouldn’t say no to you.”

“Shit,” Jay curses. He pauses, as though weighing his options. You look down at him, waiting to see what he decides. You can be patient. You can wait, if he wants to wait. That’s fine. But his eyes are roaming over your face, staring directly at your mouth more often than not. You run a hand through his hair affectionately, fingertips at the back of his neck and he huffs. “Fuck it.” He kisses you, desperately and then wraps your legs around his waist.

You squeal when he picks you up, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Jay carries you to the bedroom, your bedroom door thankfully still open from this morning. He finds his way to your bed easily enough, dropping down on the edge of it. You unwrap your legs from his waist to instead straddle his lap, hands in his hair as his slide down your thighs, gripping softly at the meat of them.

You could kiss Jay for hours, you’re pretty sure. Never met a man so good with his mouth before, though that does make you wonder just how good he is. What other things can he do with his mouth. A question for another time, you consider as his hands trail up from your thighs towards the front of your shirt, beginning to unbutton your blouse.

“Made things easy for me today?” He mutters into your lips and you giggle as he carefully undoes every single button down the front of your shirt, revealing your bra to him. “So pretty,” he sighs. Jay’s mouth diverts from yours to instead kiss down your neck, along the curve of it to your shoulder as he pushes the material off of you, letting it hang around your elbows. You shake it off, the top falling to the floor as he busies himself with all but worshipping you.

His mouth trails down towards your collarbones as you hold his head close to you, mouth and teeth and tongue along the skin, down the swell of one of your breasts. His mouth follows the curve of your bra cup, towards the valley of your breasts. He sucks wet kisses along the skin, hands moving back around to your back so he can finger the clasp.

“Can I take it off?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah, please,” you agree. Jay’s fingers nimbly undo the clasp of your bra, loosening it around your chest. He backs off so you can take it off, revealing your boobs to him. You discard it to the ground and he cups your chest in his hands, leaning in to kiss. He takes his time, trailing all around your breasts, and mouthing his way down until his tongue is circling your nipple. You moan softly, holding his head gently as he wraps his lips around your nipple, looking up at you with dark eyes as he begins to suck softly, tonguing at the sensitive flesh. “Jay,” you moan, tilting your head back you tug him in, practically pressing his face against your breasts. He takes it in stride, kneading and massaging your other breast, taking the nipple between his fingers to pinch and tug at it.

When he lets go of one nipple, he moves to the other, giving it the same treatment. The attention is going straight to your cunt, you can feel yourself getting wetter, your panties dampening. At this rate, you might even be dripping by the time he gets to actually touching you. Still, you can’t find it in yourself to rush him, the touch of Jay’s tongue to your breasts is nothing short of heavenly, making you squirm in his lap.

“God, baby,” Jay mutters, letting go of your nipple with a soft pop. He drags his tongue over it, listening to you whimper. “So sensitive.” He circles the other with just the tip of his finger, pleasure zipping down your spine to pool in your hips. “You’re gorgeous.” He kisses right between your breasts and when you look down, he’s already staring up at you. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers into your skin.

“Take this off?” You ask, letting your fingers stray down to the collar of his own button up. “I wanna see you too.”

He pulls away from you to unbutton from the collar while you tug at the bottom of it, untucking it from his jeans. You unbutton from the bottom, your fingers brushing his when you get to the middle, Jay pulling it off to reveal himself to you. You touch his chest gently, fingertips stroking over his pecs and up towards his shoulders, Jay peeling the shirt away so he can throw it to the ground. His hands land on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin just above the waistband of your jeans as you touch him. He doesn’t even move, watching you as you let your fingers explore over his shoulders, back down over his chest. He shivers as your fingers skirt over his skin, brushing against his nipples, down towards his stomach. You smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“Baby,” he whispers as you trail your kisses from his shoulder towards his neck. Jay tips his head back to let you have all access to his skin, along his collarbone, up the line of his throat and under his jaw. He breathes shakily, fingers tensing and untensing on your hips as you trail featherlight kisses up and down his neck, towards his ear.

“I like that,” you tell him and he breathes a soft laugh. “I like it when you call me baby.”

“What else do you want me to call you?” He asks. You pull back to look at him, carding your fingers gently through his hair. He looks up at you so gently it makes your heart ache.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “Why don’t you try them out and see what works.” He grins up at you, lifting a hand to cup your cheek. He brings your face down to his, pressing your lips together. You hum into his mouth, yelping softly when he grabs your ass, turning the two of you over. You wrap your arms around him, letting him move you up the bed, the two of you on your sides.

“Baby, huh?” He whispers into your mouth and you hum in agreement as he trails his hands down your body. Warmth follows his calloused hands, pooling deep inside of you as he lets his fingertips touch all over you. From your shoulders and waist, over your breasts, being sure to brush over your sensitive nipples as he goes. His hands settle on the front of your jeans. “I think I could get away with babe. What about sweetheart?” You hum in agreement as he starts to undo the button of your jeans. “Darling seems a bit trite.”

“Not horrible,” you tell him and he laughs softly, dragging down your zipper.

“How does love sound?” He offers and you hum, nodding at him. He kisses you again, long and full. He pulls at the denim of your jeans and you lift your hips to help him. Jay parts from your lips to peel your jeans from your legs, tossing them over the edge of the bed. You watch with your lip between your teeth as he takes off his own pants, his own jeans discarded to the bedroom floor and revealing the prominent bulge in the front of his boxers.

“What about you?” You ask as he comes back to you, lying against you. “‘Jay’ is so… formal.”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend want to call me anything cute before,” he admits, his hands running over your thighs, like he’s enamoured with every new inch of exposed skin. You drape a leg over his hip, curling it around his thigh to bring him in closer. Pressed tightly together, you can feel the heat of his erection against your hip. “Baby, how am I supposed to concentrate on this conversation when you’re doing that?” He groans, rocking his hips against your hip.

“I don’t know, baby, how are you?” You reply and he lifts a brow.

“I don’t mind that,” he says and you smile, kissing him again. “I kind of like it,” he admits into your lips. You draw him in further, arms around his neck. You rock your own hips against his, his hands trailing down to your ass to keep you pressed up against him. You moan into his mouth, trying to tilt your hips further against his. Jay grabs your thigh, moving it further up his hip, pressing your cunt right up against him and you whimper softly, feeling the hot press of his cock against you. “Fuck, baby,” he moans, hissing as you rub up against the front of his boxers.

It’s juvenile and not nearly enough, the way you’re humping against each other, underwear still separating you. Still, there’s something deeply satisfying in watching Jay when you pull away from his lips, watching his eyes flutter shut, lips parted around every breathy groan that drops from his mouth. There’s sweat already starting to bead at his hairline, his hands tight on your skin to keep you pressed as tightly to him as he can. Even through two thin layers his cock presses just right against your slit, offering a little bit of friction that keeps you on the edge of needing more.

“Can I- can I please…?” He begs, trailing off as he groans. “God, I need you. Please, baby, I need you.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “Yeah, baby.”

He pulls away just enough to get his boxers off, shimmying them off his hips and carelessly tossing them over the edge of the bed. His hard cock bobs against his stomach, bumping softly against his lower stomach and leaving a smear of precum against his skin. His whole length is shiny with slick, surely from leaking in his boxers. He reaches for your panties next and you help him pull them down, over your hips and down your legs.

“Roll over, pretty,” he coos but you stop him with a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you questioning but you gently run your hand down his chest, over his stomach and take his cock in hand, fingers circling the base. He bites back a moan, a little grunt leaving him when you squeeze softly around the base. “Baby,” he groans, grabbing you by the hip, a knee jerk reaction

“Like this,” you tell him, throwing your leg over his thigh again. “I want it like this.”

“Okay,” he agrees. He sounds about as breathless as you feel, undeniably on edge after all this foreplay. “C’mere,” he says, gathering you in his arms. You get closer and he takes his cock in hand while you bring yours down to your cunt, spreading yourself open for him to find your entrance. “Wait,” he says, suddenly and you lift a brow. “Condom?”

“Shit,” you curse and he laughs softly. “Hold on.” You roll away, searching around in your nightstand for a box. God, you hope these are in date, you didn’t even think about this. It’s hard to focus on your search with the way Jay is kissing your chest and stomach, running his hands up and down your thighs and waist as you rummage around. When you find the box you gasp softly, coming back to him with it in hand. “In date, even,” you tell him, handing it over.

“Lucky us,” he says, kissing you softly.

“Thank you,” you say, voice softening, and he looks at you in confusion as he rips one from the string, tossing the box towards the foot of the bed. “For remembering. For asking for one.”

“I adore you,” he says and you bite your lip. “How could I not?” You kiss him again, harder than before, more intensely. He hums into your mouth, understanding what you’re saying without saying it. He hugs you tight to his body, a little moan leaving you when his cock bumps into your clit. Indulgently, he licks into your mouth, pulling away slowly. “I better hurry up, huh?” He teases you.

“God, please,” you reply, just a little desperate. He backs off to rip the condom open, rolling it down over his cock. You watch with thinly veiled desire as the latex coats his cock, lifting your gaze again once he’s fully sheathed. Jay pulls you back in once he’s securely wrapped, taking his cock in hand again. You open yourself up for him again and moan when he taps the tip against your clit again. “Jay,” you whine, little sparks of pleasure shaking through you when he does.

“Okay, beautiful.” Beautiful, you could really get used to that. You don’t have time right now though because he’s pushing slowly into you. Your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as your cunt stretches around him, accommodating his size.

It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, even longer since you’ve had sex with someone who’s as well endowed as Jay clearly is. Your body is unused to the intrusion, you’re lucky these condoms are the right size, you use them for your toys. Still, you’re so wet it doesn’t even matter. When you look at Jay, he clenching his jaw, clearly also fighting against the rush of pleasure that’s surging through the both of you. You tug him in, making him gasp, a low groan leaving him as he suddenly fills you entirely. You can feel the ring of latex at the bottom of the condom against your entrance, he’s all the way in. Your cunt clenches at the thought and he chokes on a moan, fingers tensing around your hip and thigh.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans and you breath a laugh. “You can’t fucking do that to me. I’m barely holding on here.”

“Me too,” you agree. “Baby,” you sigh, dropping your face down onto his shoulder. Neither of you even need to move, the hot pressure of you around him and the warm heaviness of him inside of you is enough to keep you both on the edge. You’re too worked up to do anything, the two of you panting against each other, holding on tightly.

“I’m gonna move,” he warns you and you nod helplessly against his shoulder.

He thrusts shallowly inside of you and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly against the sensation. “Shit,” he curses in your ear softly as he starts to rock his hips into yours, pulling your hips up against his, allowing him to fuck you at a better angle. When he does it again his tip presses right into your g spot, reaching so deeply inside of you it startles a gasp out of you. You dig your fingers into his shoulders, pleasure ricocheting through your body only to settle in the pit of your stomach. “Right there?” He asks and you nod, a little whine leaving you as he does it again. And again. And again.

“Jay,” you gasp out, unable to control the way you’re shaking against him, hips bucking into his. He groans into your ear, his pace picking up, his thrusts starting to get erratic. Still, he keeps you in place with his hands holding tightly to your hip and thigh, being sure to fuck you right where you need it. His cock presses hard into the place that makes you feel like you’re going to shake apart, gasping and moaning into his shoulder, face buried into his neck.

“I’m not- oh fuck,” he curses. “Baby, baby, I can’t-”

“Just come, just come. Please, I’m so close,” you whine. It’s all the convincing he needs to start fucking you frantically, high pitched cut off moans coming from you as it pushes you right up to the edge. “Jay, Jay, Jay!” You grip him so desperately, letting go of him so you can slip a hand between your bodies, rubbing your fingers against your clit. “Oh, fuck!” You curse, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashes through you.

“Shit,” he bites out as you clench around him, so hard he has to shove his cock hard inside of you. A helpless gasp leaves you when he does, the pressure of your cunt around him sending him over the edge. He hisses through his orgasm, eyes squeezing shut as he tucks his face into your shoulder. The two of you shake apart together, his cock pulsing as he fills the condom, your cunt spasming around him.

When you finally pull back from his shoulder, unsure how long you’ve been hiding in his shoulder, you guide his face from your own shoulder. Jay looks at you through a post coitus haze, letting you bring his face towards yours. You kiss him, the kiss uncoordinated and messy, all lips and teeth and tongue. You moan into his mouth as lifts the hand from your thigh to your face, cupping your cheek to tilt your head. You let your mouth fall open to let him lick inside, tongue dragging against yours, tasting you so sweetly, like he can’t get enough of you. You hold tightly to him, trying to keep up with the way he kisses you.

When you disentangle yourselves some several minutes later your legs are shaky and Jay has to help you to your feet. You don’t remember the last time sex made you feel like this but he smiles at you, kissing you again and it doesn’t matter. You’re pretty sure sex is going to feel like this every time.

You go to the bathroom, clean up and when you come back Jay is waiting for you in bed. He’s turned the covers down and you slip underneath the blankets, lying against his side. His arm finds its way around your shoulders like it’s second nature, your head on his chest, his cheek on the crown of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he says and you hum in confusion, lifting your head to look at him. “I thought… I didn’t mean to come so fast,” he says and there’s an absolutely adorable blush on his cheeks.

“I don’t care if we have sex for 15 minutes or five hours,” you tell him and he meets your eyes hesitantly. “As long as it’s good, I don’t care. And it was so fucking good.” He laughs, running a hand through his hair. You kiss his chest softly. “It was amazing, Jay,” you assure him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“It was for me too,” he says and you smile shyly at him. He takes your hand in his, the one still wearing the engagement ring, kissing the back of it. It glints softly in the dim light of your bedroom. He kisses the base of your ring finger next, right beside the sparkly topaz. “What do you think? You think you can be happy with marrying me?” He asks.

You read the hesitance in his expression. You’ve always known Jay was a good man, a great man, but you haven’t known him enough to really read him. In this moment though, it breaks through the surface, the awkwardness, his uncertainty. You’re not the only one who’s been questioning this arrangement, not the only one afraid of rejection from the person you’re supposed to be spending your life with.

“It would be an honor,” you tell him and he smiles softly at you. “As long as you don’t mind marrying me.”

“If I could propose again, I would,” he tells you. “But I guess I’ll just have to settle for some really good vows.” You grin at him, leaning up to kiss him again. He lets go of your hand, letting you rest it gently against his cheek.

a/n: *full offensive, a man remembering to ask for a condom is sexy! men who care about protected sex is a green fucking flag, please remember that. it means they care about your sexual health and well being. safe sex saves lives! ; anyway, the romance! it's about the romance! also, i know i'm late for jay's birthday but i just had to release this, at least before the end of the month. i don't know what happened here, but happy birthday, loverboy. you deserve the whole goddamn world.

#pip recs #this is so good my jaw was on the floor #the conversation flows so impeccably

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02zhoonie · 13 days

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THEN EARN IT.

GENRE Married Couple AU, Romance, Smut

PAIRING CEO!Husband!Jay x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY MDNI, Cursing, Mention of anxiety, Lingerie, Mention of food/working out/body image/sex toy use, Teasing, Masturbation, Making out, Multiple orgasms, Oral Sex (f!receiving), Hand job, Oversensitivity, Shower/Wall Sex, Nipple play, Alcohol, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Dom!Jay, Sub!Reader, Dom!Reader, Sub!Jay, Switch!Reader, Switch!Jay

SUMMARY After several weeks of being apart, your husband has a bit of making up to do for Valentine's Day after missing your call and showing up late to the penthouse.

WORD COUNT 4.8k

AUTHOR’S NOTE I'm so sorry I clowned everyone who was waiting for this drop the week of Valentine's (I got sooo busy i'm the biggest clown of them all) but I made it 5x longer than I first intended to and it's hot but also v intimate 🥵🌶

I’ve always considered Jay to be husband material, and here's a fic to show for it. If you wanna edge your brain out to husband CEO Jay in a penthouse, this is for you ♥️ Follow, like & share if you enjoyed! ⚰️ Masterlist © 2021-2023, Heart and Fangs. All rights reserved. Do not translate or post anywhere.

It was certainly something being young and married to Park Jongseong. Well, you wondered if you could be considered young anymore; perhaps to your older coworkers who were empty nesters, you could. To them, you had your whole life set ahead of you, but maybe you were viewed differently by your freshly graduated interns striving to get by the rigorous training standards you set for the Park's company.

Regardless, you felt young.

In a way, Jay made you feel like you had never aged a day since meeting him, and at the same time, it felt like you'd lived someone else's lifetime. Funny how a mere man could affect you so…

And how the prolonged separation between you two never got any easier over the years.

You were the partner who took it all in stride best. Not to say that Jay wasn't a persevering individual; he was your role model in that sense.

But he was undoubtedly the more clingy one; you had just been raised differently.

After years of getting to know Jay and growing close enough to call him by nickname, it seemed like he was rarely given a chance to work past his anxieties as a child. You've witnessed him grow immensely, and you both had done what you had to do when duty called— whether that meant taking care of business during a month spent apart in different states or even countries.

The possibility of infidelity has crossed your mind during these times; such thoughts were only normal, yet you chose to trust him fully and knew he trusted you too.

After all, they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and the unwavering admiration Jay regards you with gives you the strength to approach each day with an assuredness that everything will be okay at the end of it.

In fact, your husband's signature brand of adoration only grew until it was too much to contain every damn time you finally reunited.

Not that you ever complained with how exquisite of a lover he grew to be thanks to your guidance and vice-versa. Nor could you ever tire from the spoils of a blessed life, and Jay knew this fact incredibly well.

However, since your flight into this new city touched down first, you took it upon yourself to prepare the penthouse you two booked with personal touches to celebrate a belated Valentine's. An overrated 'holiday,' at least by your standards, but your husband managed to change your perspective and always made it an occasion to look forward to since the year he met you.

Of course, business only got busier throughout your marriage. Although you two agreed for the first time to celebrate Valentine's together a few days late this year, the compromise was a bit disheartening.

The two of you only exchanged a short phone call that night and a few words of longing but nothing more, which was uncharacteristic of Jay.

He must’ve been exhausted.

And now, he was running late— much later than the ETA he originally shared with you.

A plethora of reasons for his hold-up came to mind, and you were beginning to grow worried. Perhaps he was just touching down? Or his phone died? Maybe caught in traffic? It was storming outside, after all…

Even after you'd showered, slathered on your favorite whipped body butter, and thrown on a satin robe, ensuring your complexion was dewy with skincare, you still felt uneasy inside.

While waiting for Jay's call on the leather sofa, you indulged in a favorite remedy; a full glass of red wine had been calling your name hours ago.

After swallowing the last drop of wine, you attempted to relax into the cushions with a heavy sigh and shut your eyes, a dull pain throbbing between your furrowed brows. You were left with no choice but to wait in the dark.

A knock from the entryway drew you from sleep. You slowly reached for your phone to see several unread messages from Jay, the most recent one reading 'I'm here'.

You couldn't have reached the door quicker.

Jay stood in the doorway, a damp umbrella snapped in half in one hand and a dozen red roses with drenched petals in the other. He looked handsome as ever; no amount of rain could hamper his looks, droplets soaking into his thick lashes and brows.

Your brows rose at his state and that he was alive and well. "Jay."

"This cheap ass umbrella inverted the moment I stepped out of the Uber," Jay stated with a straight face, a huff leaving his chest as he stepped inside and dropped the umbrella.

He automatically raised his arms to embrace you but thought better of it as he took in your rather dry attire with a soft smile, the kind that was only ever reserved for you behind closed doors. He slowly admired you from head to toe, releasing a quiet exhale. You couldn't have felt warmer under your thin excuse of a robe.

"You look beautiful. I'm sorry I'm late," Jay lightly caressed your lower back with a certain sweetness in his touch, knowing precisely what it did to you between your thighs.

You reached out first to draw him against your chest tightly. As if you cared about a little bit of rainwater.

"It's about time," you murmured against his neck, pulling back to meet those eyes you missed peering into over meals and late-night conversations, "Do you know how worried I was? Have you eaten yet—"

Within a mere blink, you felt Jay's fingers slide through the locks of your hair, and his lips move against yours with an urgency that reminded you of your college days spent entwined together, fogging up the windows of his vintage car parked on a hill.

In fact, it was a starved, apologetic kiss worth three long weeks of pent-up frustration from tirelessly rubbing shoulders with investors and back-to-back business meetings without your calm, grounding presence by his side at the end of the day.

Letting his thoughts run wild about you past midnight and well into his dreams did nothing to quell his heart and body's immense ache for you.

It wasn't nearly enough to fist himself underneath the steaming shower head, feeling like he was about to faint from both burnout and a heady sense of self-fulfilling lust that never quite satisfied. He needed to feel you in his arms, against his beating chest, spilling over his parched lips.

To delight in every pitch of your airy voice, depending on the sweet spots he chose to assault with his tongue and deft fingers.

That's why, while he'd usually continue with charming conversation and offer the smuggest of smiles, all he could do right now was press closer to you like some sort of pitiful creature starved of affection stealing away your warmth, the plush-like softness of your breasts against his firm chest reminding him of all that lay ahead for you two on this well-earned night to be spent reacquainting himself with your body and soul— not that he'd ever forgotten in the slightest.

It didn't matter that his flight had gotten delayed, that it'd taken him one too many hours than it should have to meet you in the middle because you stood before him now like some sort of mirage, beautiful and as lovely as ever.

"Jay," You tried to scold despite your cheeks heating up.

"Haven't eaten yet," Your husband confessed, dragging his lips over the curve of your throat with such a tenderness that threatened to buckle your knees. He dropped his palms to knead greedily over the satin fabric draped over your ass in contrast, making you moan softly, "M' starving though. Indulge me a bit with something sweet before dinner, please?"

You sighed, amused, "Dessert before dinner? Think you deserve it?"

With swift fingers, you were already loosening the knot of his tie, which he offered you a grateful look for while running his hands up your spine and shamelessly pressing his hardness between your thighs. Your proximity alone was riling him up, and by handing over the reins, he knew exactly what you would do in response to his overwhelming neediness.

"Oh, I'll earn it," Jay hotly whispered against your lips, practically melding himself to you in any way he could.

"So willing," The soft corners of your tinted lips tugged upwards as you brushed a strand of dark hair from his half-lidded eyes, feeling Jay shiver beneath his suit.

"Anything and everything for you," He nodded, a knowing smile forming on his lips.

It seemed like your baby was counting on you to kill him slowly.

You took the bouquet from his grasp and enjoyed its rosy fragrance before setting it aside on the glass dining table. "Come on. You deserve a hot bath after such a long day, love."

So you tugged him along by his necktie into the spacious master bedroom that reminded you of a lot of the homes you built together. Upon entering, one first noticed the long panel of windows that reached the ceiling lining the left wall, overlooking the city's vast nightlife below.

Of course, the only view Jay could possibly focus on with parted lips was the sway of your hips and the subtle outline of lingerie he managed to make out under your robe, for you knew he adored lace on your skin just as much as leather.

As enticing as the massive bed in the center appeared, he followed you into the softly lit master bathroom with a rainfall shower above the enormous tub. With a push of a silver button on the wall panel, the tub began to fill with bubbling, hot water; it could fit a good ten individuals if desired.

You let him look over the space while bending over to light up the several candles you arranged along the wide marble edges of the jacuzzi with a pack of matches.

"Leave it to you to find a place like this," Jay complimented you for your impeccable taste, watching your face through the extensive wall-length mirror just above the tub.

The space immediately began to smell of elegant rum and white musk. The master bathroom was alight with candles thanks to your quick work, a haze of vapor wafting over the tub's edge.

"It's all ours for tomorrow and the day after."

"We'll have to make every second count then…" You could feel his gaze licking up your legs just by the hunger tinging his voice like curls of smoke.

"Like we always do," You flicked your wrist to extinguish the match and toss it into a silver bin before making your way back to Jay, slowly smoothing your palms across his clothed chest and broad shoulders, simply taking him in for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

Due to time differences and your schedules being packed more than usual this past month, personal calls were seldom made between you, aside from virtual business meetings involving other potential clients and shareholders.

Jay's eyes were alight with excitement as he stared down at you despite the shadows beneath them; you couldn't keep yourself from drawing his face close and placing a kiss on his lips while his hands moved restlessly across your waist, his hips nudging against yours.

"Mm, please…"

"Patience, baby," You reminded and gave him an expectant look that he heeded.

Although he couldn't wait, he knew better than to speed up the process you so enjoyed dragging out. Piece by piece, you started to strip him bare, unhurried and teasingly in the most intimate manner.

First, you slipped his tie from his nape, reminded of all the times you've used it as a blindfold or to bind his wrists, then you shoved off his blazer. His wet shirt stuck to his skin like a transparent fabric, and you undid button after button to reveal his toned chest just above a sharply etched set of abs, rainwater, and spiced cologne clinging to his skin.

"Honestly, I haven't had much time to work out these days…" Jay's tongue clicked in dissatisfaction, although you noticed his eyelashes lowering at you. His palm rested against the pulse of your neck, fingers softly curling into your hair.

You cut him off right there, your heated touch under his clothes pulling a restrained moan from his throat. "Missing a few workouts won't hurt you, just don't skip your meals. Quit being so hard on yourself," You reassured him, tugging the ends of his shirt out of his cut waistline and traveling even lower, "You're definitely overthinking it."

Jay cracked a relieved smile, stroking your face, "I have to when my beloved is this beautiful… Ah—"

Your fingertips rubbed lightly over the outline of his throbbing bulge, causing his hips to chase your touch until you finally dropped his trousers to the floor in a haphazard pile, leaving Jay in his tight briefs.

"Fucking driving me crazy…" He caressed your cheek and over your arm in the most pleading manner, his chest rising and falling heavily. You sorely missed the sound of his belabored breaths tickling your ears.

With a lick of your lips, you finally dragged the band of Jay's black briefs down his thighs to witness his hard cock springing forth and dribbling with precum.

After scraping your nails down his hips and brushing past his trail of hair, your caress just ghosted along his length; all he had to do was press forward, and then he'd finally feel you—

"Go and hop in. I'll be right back with drinks," You stroked Jay's chin as you disappeared into the bedroom to retrieve a bottle of champagne and chilled flutes from the mini-fridge.

"Fuck," You heard him drawl under his breath, causing you to smirk.

His feet were already bringing him to climb over the marble ledge into the tub, but his inner cheek was caught between his teeth, a knot bobbing in his throat due to desperation. He wobbled a bit before descending into the bath, terribly dizzy, no thanks to you.

Upon re-entering, you found it adorable that Jay sank into the heated water and looked up at you with anticipation. The warmth should've begun to release the tension throughout his body, but it persisted, thanks to your enticing visage.

While you perched on the ledge and busied yourself with pouring champagne, Jay momentarily pulled up near your legs and pressed a chaste kiss against your knee, stroking his hands under the edge of your satin robe.

Experiencing the desire of his touch after so long took your breath away; he squeezed your thigh as you handed him a bubbly glass full of almond-scented champagne.

Jay caught your wrist, bringing it to his lips to place soft yet insatiable kisses up your palm and inner wrist, gazing into your eyes all the while.

"I missed you," He reiterated sincerely, making your cheeks warm despite that hours had passed since you last had anything to drink. "I'm sorry I didn't call you back on Thursday. My schedule really got the best of me this week…"

You could hear the guilt lingering in his voice.

In a typical fashion, you clinked the rim of his glass before knocking the flute back completely, and Jay followed suit.

You swiped your tongue over your lips, setting the glass aside. "Hm, I suppose you have a bit to make up for, don't you?"

"A lot," Jay reached out to tip your chin towards him and captured your moistened lips, a gesture you returned easily.

"And you will. But first, you can start by sitting back and letting me take care of you, love."

You dipped your legs into the water while seated on the ledge, ushering Jay to sit back between them as you pumped an intoxicating sweet musk-scented gel into your palm. His immediate obedience pleased you; he leaned into your touches as you slowly lathered his body to your satisfaction.

Brushing over his nipples alone drew rumbly sounds from Jay's throat, but it wasn't until you leaned further over his shoulder and slid your hand down his abdomen to rub against the base of his cock that he failed to choke back a groan.

"Fuck, you're killing me," Jay echoed your thoughts as his chest heaved, enduring your teasing.

You hummed knowingly, continuing to pump him from base to tip while nibbling at his reddened ear and flicking his nipple with the other hand. He began thrusting into your grip, chasing a high only you could grant him as you brought him closer and closer to his end…

And then you straightened up, pulling away.

"No, no…" Jay turned on you with a whine and placed his hands on either side of your clothed hips, hauling himself slightly out of the water to press near. You weren't making this easy on him at all.

You felt the water from his body soak through your robe but kept your hands off him. "Thought you were gonna be good for me?"

"I am, but you're teasing me too much," He insisted, rubbing circles into your hips, making you throb between your thighs.

"Don't you think it's about time for you to start making up for things?"

His eyelashes lowered before he dipped his head down to your lace-covered chest. You felt the surface of his hot tongue dip against your cleavage and swirl up your decollete before he started sucking hungry kisses into your skin.

No time was spared in disrobing you to reveal your tight set of strappy, sensual lingerie, a deep crimson against your gorgeous skin. The red mesh lined across your breasts and mound did little to cover the perkiness of your nipples and the sheen of arousal in the place Jay wanted to taste you the most.

He squeezed your breasts, continuing his trail of kisses down your smooth, soft torso with a dimming look in his eyes. Your soft chuckle turned into a gasp when Jay suddenly parted your knees with a firm hold and pressed his tongue against your mesh-covered slit, tasting the sweet excitement you'd been hiding from him since he stepped into the penthouse.

"Oh—"

The steam rolling off the water paired with the champagne on an empty stomach already made you lightheaded, let alone how Jay started working his tongue over your swollen pussy.

"That's perfect, baby," You praised him, lifting your hips off the ledge so he could remove your panties, although they were lovely on you for the moment.

He determined long ago that your body laid bare was something to be worshiped altogether.

"You're perfect," He emphasized with a gentle kiss against your clit, followed by a messy lap of his tongue down to your slit and back up to capture your clit once more.

Your breath shuddered, eyes shutting with your head tipped back to focus on the incredible sensations of Jay's lips and tongue— his skills never disappointed you. He did his share of messing with you as well; the circles over your nub would grow lazy, and the thrusting of his tongue, shallow, until you slid your hands through his hair, bucking your hips for more.

A glint in Jay's eyes appeared; he relished how you tugged on his strands for a bit longer, and then he indulged you.

His thumb firmly but gently rolled over your clit with swift expertise while he buried his tongue deep into your plush insides, ready to savor the taste of your release. You counted the few seconds you could hold out until your insides clenched and pleasure pulsed outwards towards the tips of your fingers and toes.

"Fuck— M-Mmn, Jay!"

The orgasm Jay gave you was blinding and debilitating as if syrup was released into your veins, making you feel completely euphoric.

With each jerk against his face, you spilled more onto his tongue— could feel him wiggle his wet muscle even deeper as he sought after every drop. He knew that for as lavish a lifestyle you loved to live with him, you still never liked to waste.

Even as you were trembling through the aftershocks of your high, he slid two of his thick fingers into you and proudly dragged his heavy tongue around your puffy clit, his mischievous intent made clear.

He wanted to see you wrecked.

"Haah— Jay—"At the whiny sound of his name, he stroked your insides, building up the tension in your tummy once more and way faster than you could comprehend.

"Mm," Jay groaned against your clit with each kiss and suckle like he was enjoying every bit of you. The pads of his fingers rubbed at your sweet spot with vigor and quickly made you lose control of your limbs.

Jay heard your breath stutter as your thighs clamped firmly around his head. You haphazardly slid onto your back, head dangling off the marble ledge as he ruthlessly drew your next orgasm from your body.

"Oh god," You moaned helplessly, warm pussy pulsating around Jay's fingers as he fucked you hard with them, "A-Ah— Ahh!"

Your hole gushed more this time, squirting across his hand and coating his chin as he readily swallowed all of you. You tugged at your nipples and writhed in delight with each soft peck he placed on your sensitive skin.

Jay just adored seeing you so content after pleasing you to the fullest, or so you thought.

Not a moment later, he stood tall above you, and you let him pull you into his arms, hopping up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He held you against him firmly, letting you slide against his hard length trapped against your abdomen. The rain shower lightly misted down over your intertwined bodies.

"Guess you haven't lost your touch," You murmured, tracing your nails down his neck.

In two short steps, he slammed you back against the fogged mirror with enough force to send jolts of excitement through your body, but he cushioned the back of your head with his hand. Your heart thrummed against your chest, entrance already dripping with fresh arousal.

"Never," Jay kissed you hard, making you believe he meant it.

The wetness between your legs was evident as it mingled with his, "Feel free to divorce me the day I do."

"Jay, don't say that. I was just joking—"

"If there comes a day I can't make you cum all over me, I don't deserve you. That's a fact."

"Fine then, same goes for me."

He huffed, kissing your collarbone, "You don't ever have to worry about that."

You laughed and rolled your hips eagerly against his, "It doesn't make sense for you to hold only yourself to that standard."

He raised his head to look you in the eye seriously, "I know, I just… I'm not always there for you, although I want to be. Everything in our life is amazing, but… if we lose it all to something out of our control— I just want you to always be happy. With or without me."

Your brows rose in slight surprise at the combination of insecurity and vulnerability in his confession.

"I'm always with you, Jay. It's gotten tough before, and it'll get tough again, but that's what we signed up for the day we got married, and it's not ever going to deter me from wanting to be with you for life."

Jay seemed to be absorbing your reassuring words, the knot between his brows relaxing, a relieved smile forming on his flushed lips.

"Besides, you can't fail. You have me by your side," You reminded Jay confidently of your business track record, stealing a kiss from him.

He laughed, "I'm sorry for ever doubting you, my love."

"Again. If you're so sorry, prove it…"

You saw that he trusted your previous words like you trusted him with you in his arms, so he swiftly lifted you by the hips, his grip on your ass positively possessive, and sunk you down onto the blushing tip of his aching cock.

"Mmh, that I can do."

He kept you there, and frustratedly, you tugged down the straps of your bralette and unlatched the band, throwing it far over Jay's shoulder onto the floor. Jay's tongue found your hard nipples, flicking over them as you bounced on the tip of his cock, the moist sounds echoing off the damp walls.

"Jay, I swear to god if you don't—!"

Right then, he sheathed you fully on his cock, letting you feel the way he throbbed while you squeezed him tight. The moans you both let out sounded equally desperate; it was maddening.

"God— look at you, swallowing up my cock so easily even though it's been a few weeks. Been playing with yourself, haven't you? Making use of the dildo that I sent you the day I left?"

You blushed, thinking back to the nights you filled yourself to the brim with Jay's ridiculous yet genius idea of a customized dildo, and admitted the truth, "Maybe, but it doesn't compare to you."

"What do you mean? It's my cock," Jay smirked, hell-bent on teasing you even though it was his idea to give it to you.

Although they managed to capture each pulsing vein and even the curve of his cock…

"Can't feel it throb or get harder," You insisted, "It doesn't feel hot or—"

Jay thrusted sharply, causing you to cry out in pleasure. "Or what?"

"Or reach deep enough—"

He drew closer, "And?"

"It doesn't fill me up with cum like you do." Your demure eyes, heavy with dew, pinned him in place as he noticed the longing in them.

"That what you want, my love? Want me to pump your sweet pussy full of my cum?"

"Fuck yeah," You gnawed on your lower lip with a breathy giggle.

With that, he pistoned his hips up into you even harder right as you tightened around his cock. Jay watched your eyes roll into the back of your head, getting lost in the heat of the moment, a sight he never tired of seeing. His balls ached with the urgent need to fill you up, so he pressed you against the wall, tightening his hold around you while his other hand found your sensitive little clit.

"Gimme one more then, sweetheart, c'mon," He encouraged, rolling his hips up into your heat while working his fingers 'round and 'round your sticky clit.

The entirety of your body shook immensely once more, your nails unintentionally clawing stripes of red across his shoulder blades at the overwhelming sensations bombarding you.

"I love you, ___," You heard Jay pant against your ear before letting go of the unbearable tension seizing your core.

Your cries of pleasure drove him to release, cock twitching as he filled you up with cum that spilled from your entrance with each thrust, punctuated by a deep growl.

"There," Jay pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and ground into you one last time, watching your eyes flutter, "My baby's stuffed to the brim with my cum..."

You hummed happily against his cheek, could feel him leaking out of you.

Jay slid your body back down into the comforting warm water as you caught your breath in his arms.

"Geez… I think I'm gonna be sore tomorrow morning," You admitted.

"I'd be more than willing to give you a little massage then."

"That sounds really lovely," Your lips curled into a smile as you stretched your arms overhead and wrapped them around Jay's neck, "Not so sure about relaxing, though."

"Why not both an invigorating massage and then a relaxing massage? One after the other, no extra charge?" That roguish smirk of Jay's was back again.

"Two for the price of one?" You feigned a curious peek at him. Your husband's smile had gone soft.

"Only for you, my love."

You gave him a pointed look, "And the price is?"

"You stay for my three-course breakfast afterward." He watched your eyes grow big in excitement, seeing that he hadn't had the chance to cook a homemade meal for you in months.

"So long as it's breakfast in bed," You couldn't help but beam up at him.

"You read my mind," Jay licked at your lips for permission, and you slid your tongue against his in kind.

Jay locked his lips with yours for a deep yet present kiss, one that expressed much more than mere words ever could— and when he slowly pulled back, he could see his future reflected in your eyes just as he did on the day he married you; him by your side, for as long as you'd have him.

A forever earned.

#god i’m here again

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