â. TELLING HIM THAT HEâS âSMALLâ !
paring: phainon, mydei, aventurine, dr. ratio, jingyuan x fem!reader
tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal & anal), breeding kink, reverse cowgirl, mate pressing, spanking, multiple of rounds, darcyphilia, virginity loss, blow-job, face sitting (?), fingering, tummy bulge, making it fit, sloppy sĂȘx, aftercare (?), rough sĂȘx, dubcon elements (?), dumbifiction, headlocks and petnames.
sum : You told him he was small. He showed you otherwise. Suddenly, you didnât mind taking every inch. MDNI 18+ ONLY.
note : not proof-read as usual.
â PHAINON :
You thought teasing him would be fun. A quiet little smirk and that sweet whisper â
âBet youâre not even that big.â
God, the way he looked at you. Not angry. Not offended. Just⊠amused. Like a priest staring down a blasphemer before the altar.
Now?
Now your legs are trembling, pushed wide open, and youâre struggling to even blink. Phainonâs fingers are deep inside you â slow, deliberate, two of them hooked just right, pressing into the spot thatâs got your mouth open and your brain melting.
âSmall?â he murmurs, voice like velvet-wrapped gold. âAnd yet⊠youâre drooling all over my fingers. Canât even hold yourself up.â
You want to talk. You canât.
Every curl of his fingers pulls a moan from you like a prayer. Heâs whispering again, lips brushing your ear.
âNothing to say now? Hm? So quiet. So wet. Should I keep going until you forget your name?â
Youâre nodding before you even realize it.
Your hips are grinding up against his palm now, chasing that edge he keeps pulling away from. Every time it builds, he slows down. Holds you there. Makes you feel it. The ache, the pressure, the bliss that never quite breaks. Itâs maddening.
âYouâre just being prepared,â he says gently, almost reverent, like this is sacred.
âCanât ruin you in the first round, sweet thing. But by the time I do put it in, youâll be so far gone you wonât even remember calling me small.â
âCanât ruin you in the first round, sweet thing,â he purrs again, brushing his fingers from your soaked hole to the base of his cock. Itâs heavy, flushed, leaking against your thigh now. Thick. Long. You didnât even look at it properlyâtoo far gone to notice while he was playing you open like a divine instrument.
âBut now?â His hand wraps around the base, stroking once, slow. You see it now. And ohâheâs huge. Itâs veiny, flushed deep pink at the tip, curved just enough to hit everything he was already teasing with his fingers. âNow youâre ready.â
You try to answer, but all that comes out is a soft gasp and a nod that feels more like begging.
He moves between your legs, pushing them widerâwiderâuntil you feel stretched out and helpless under him, like an offering. And he leans forward, pressing his cockhead against your entrance. It doesnât even go in at first. He just grinds there. Spreads you open with slow circles, letting you feel the weight of it, the heat, the stretch thatâs coming.
You choke on a sound. âPhaâPhainonââ
âShhh,â he whispers, and he smiles. Soft. Like heâs about to baptize you in holy fire. âItâll fit.â
He pushes in slow. Painfully slow. Not because heâs teasing, but because you physically canât take it all at once. Your cunt clenches around the thick head, already trembling as he sinks in inch by inch, pulling a broken moan out of you each time your walls stretch around him.
You try to breathe. You canât. His hand comes to your stomachâ
âand when heâs halfway in, you see it.
âLook,â he breathes, pressing gently to the bulge forming just below your bellybutton. âThatâs me.â
Your eyes roll back. âT-too bigââ
âIt fits,â he says again, firm this time. âYouâre mine. I will fit.â
And with a slow, final push, he bottoms out.
You scream.
The stretch, the pressure, the feeling of him filling you completelyâitâs too much. Too perfect. Your body tightens around him like itâs never going to let go. Like you were meant to take this cock. To take his.
He doesnât move right away. Just stays there, buried inside you, cock twitching, eyes fixed on your face and the outline in your stomach.
âGood,â he murmurs. âYouâre doing so good for me. Youâre going to take all of it. Again. And again. Until Iâm sure it takes.â
And then he moves.
Slow at firstâlong, deep strokes that drag against every sweet, ruined part of you. Youâre already sensitive, overfucked from his fingers, but now? Now itâs bliss. Sacred. Your hips jerk every time he bottoms out. The bulge grows and disappears, over and over, with every thrust.
âFeel that?â he whispers, dragging his lips over your jaw. âThatâs what happens when you insult something divine. Now youâre going to feel it in your stomach every time you breathe.â
Your legs are shaking. Youâre moaning without meaning to, drooling, tears slipping down your cheeksânot from pain. From how good it is. How full.
He starts moving faster, his rhythm breaking, and his hand goes to your thigh, holding you down as your body tries to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure.
âWhere are you going?â he growls, low and possessive now. âYou asked for this.â
And then it hits. He slams in deep, grinds, and your vision whites outâback arching as you cum hard, squeezing around him, sobbing from the force of it. But he doesnât stop. If anything, he gets rougher. Harsher. His breath ragged, his grip bruising.
Heâs close.
And you know it.
âIâm going to fill you,â he grits out. âSo full youâll feel it dripping for days. Youâll smell like me.â
You whimper something incoherent, but your hips rock up to meet his thrusts. You want it. You need it. The sacred burn of him claiming every inch.
âIâll breed you until your body forgets every cock before me. Until it only remembers mine.â
The moment it happens, he growls your name, slams in deep one last timeâand stays there.
You feel the heat first. Then the stretch. Then the rush of cum flooding you.
He doesnât pull out.
Not even a little.
He just groans, low and broken, pressing his forehead to yours as he pumps every last drop inside.
And your stomach swells just slightly more with the warmth.
You donât know how long itâs been.
The room feels warm. Your body? Weak, trembling, leaking. Youâre still stretched open around him, thighs twitching, mouth parted with soft gasps. His cum is still inside youâhot, heavy, pooling deep in your cunt, trickling down your inner thighs with every shift of your hips.
You should be done.
Any normal man wouldâve pulled out, cleaned you up, let you come down from the high.
But Phainon? He never even left your body.
Heâs still there.
Still inside.
Still hard.
And heâs watching youâblue eyes narrowing, one palm gently resting on the bulge in your stomach.
âYouâre full,â he murmurs, brushing your sticky hair off your forehead. âBut youâre not bred yet.â
You try to speak. You canât. Your jaw slackens as he pulls back just slightly, just enough for your raw, fluttering walls to feel the drag of him.
And thenâ
He thrusts back in.
Hard.
You scream.
Itâs not pain. Itâs not even pleasure. Itâs too much. Your body jerks, overwhelmed, the thick mess of cum inside you squelching as he slams back into your already-spoiled cunt. You cry out again, eyes wide and watery.
âPhaâPhainon, Iâcanâtââ
âYes, you can.â His voice is calm, but low. Tight with restraint. âYouâre made for this. I just have to remind you.â
His hips roll again, slow at first, but deeper. Hungrier. Every stroke pushes against that oversensitive spot inside, and with the way youâre already so fullâso stretchedâit feels like heâs everywhere at once. Your body tries to squirm away, but he pins your hips down with one hand and holds your thigh up with the other.
âYou can take it,â he breathes. âYou will take it. You said I was small, remember?â
His cock slams deep, knocking the air from your lungs. He starts rutting nowâthrusts rhythmic, brutal, divineâevery inch pounding up into your heat like a promise. The bulge in your stomach pulses with every push, getting more visible. He presses it as he fucks into you, and you sob.
âLook at this,â he whispers. âLook what Iâm doing to you. Thatâs my cock inside your womb, my girl. Claiming every inch. You feel it?â
You nod. You donât even mean to, but youâre nodding like a broken thing, tears down your cheeks, gasping his name over and over like a prayer.
Phainon groansâfinally slipping. His breath hitches, rhythm growing faster, more desperate.
âIâll fuck you stupid,â he growls. âFill you until itâs leaking down your thighs for days. Until your stomach stays round even when I pull out.â
He doesnât stop. Doesnât slow. He ravages you now. Your pussy is fluttering, clenching, spasming around him, soaking his cock with slick and leftover cumâand he fucks you through it. Like heâs not just fucking you, but teaching your body a lesson.
You cum again. You donât even realize it until your vision goes white, and your body locks up, and your voice breaks into moans that donât even sound human anymore. Youâre shaking, body arching, drool on your lipâand he still doesnât stop.
âYou love it,â he says into your skin, his lips hot against your temple. âYou love being ruined like this. Youâll remember this every time you try to walk.â
Youâre crying. Whimpering. Nodding.
And thenâhis thrusts get sloppier.
You feel him swell.
You know itâs coming.
And he grips your hips and slams inâdeep, to the hiltâand holds you there as he spills inside again.
This time? Itâs worse.
Thereâs so much. You can feel itâthick, hot, and endless, rushing in and filling you again like your body was empty. Your belly feels heavier. Rounder. The bulge pulses with warmth as he unloads for the second time.
You canât even make a sound. Just wide eyes and soft, shattered moans.
He stays there, cock buried inside, twitching, body trembling.
Youâre limp. Your thighs are soaked. Your bellyâs full. His seedâs dripping down your ass in thick, creamy stringsâbut heâs still there. Still holding you like something sacred and fragile.
And he leans down, kisses your lips gently, and whispers:
âStill think Iâm small?â
Youâre too ruined to answer.
But the mess between your legs answers for you.
â MYDEIMOS :
âYouâre small.â
You say it soft. Real soft. Barely a whisper in his ear while you lie under him, half-smirking. You think youâre being cute. Teasing. Stirring that man into a scoff.
But what you get isnât a scoff or a groan
Itâs silence.
Mydei just looks at youâno expression, just heatâand the next second?
Heâs on you.
Youâre grabbed, flipped, thrown down, and spread open in secondsâlegs pinned back to your chest, his thick arms caging you in. You barely get a breath before heâs lining his cock up to your dripping pussy and slams it in.
No warning. No build-up. Just the wet, brutal sound of your cunt getting split open around cock that doesnât fit but forces its way in anyway.
You scream.
Itâs not painâitâs your pussy trying to figure out how to swallow something that fucking thick. Your lips stretch wide, your walls clench down like theyâre confused, stuffed past their limit, already leaking and sucking him in like they know whoâs boss now.
He leans in closeâchest pressed flat to yours, his full body on you. You canât move. Canât breathe. Youâre folded up under him like youâre nothing but a fleshlight with a heartbeat, pinned so tight your legs tremble and twitch beside his ribs.
His cockâs balls deep inside.
His stomach presses down on yours.
You look down and see the shape of itâsee the thick bulge of his cock pushing up against your belly like heâs trying to break through it.
âSmall?â he finally grunts, voice rough in your ear. âYou feel that, baby? Thatâs my dick rearranging your insides.â
And then he starts thrusting into your already wet cunt.
The sound of skin smacking skin gets wetter every second, your pussy making those filthy, squelching noises with every bounce of his hips, juices spilling out everywhere, dripping off your ass and soaking the sheets.
Youâre gasping. Whining. Eyes rolling back. You try to say something, maybe beg, maybe moanâbut he just grabs your throat and slams in deeper.
You canât move. Youâre folded. Flattened under him. His thick body covers you, keeps you down, presses his weight into you like heâs trying to leave a permanent mark inside your guts.
He spits in your mouth.
âYou wanna say that again?â he growls, snapping his hips. âCall me small now.â
You canât. Youâre just moaning, mouth open, drooling on yourself while your pussy flutters and twitches around his cock, slick and swollen from the constant stretch.
âGod, you sound stupid,â he groans. âYou are stupid now, huh? Just a dumb little hole to fuck. Nothinâ goinâ on in that brain except how deep this cock is.â
And itâs true.
Youâre quiet. Brain blank. All you know is the drag and shove of that thick cock inside you, bruising your cunt, flattening your womb. Youâre leaking all over his balls, slick sticking to his thighs, his dick punching your guts over and over.
He sits backâbrings you with himâdoesnât pull out.
Now youâre in his lap, straddling him, but still bent back, your pussy still spread open, still stuffed with cock. Heâs bouncing you nowâyour ass smacking down on his thighs, tits bouncing, cunt slapping messy around him with every brutal thrust.
Youâre just moaning.
âMy fuckinâ girl,â he pants. âYou were made for this. Made to take all this cock. Gonna breed you right. Knock the last of your thoughts out with my load.â
Your tummy bulges again as he lifts you and slams you down harder.
He wraps one thick arm around your neckâtight headlockâand fucks you through it.
âSay it again,â he hisses in your ear. âSay Iâm small while your pussyâs creaming on me like a bitch in heat.â
But you canât speak. Youâre gone.
Youâre drooling, eyes crossed, pussy fluttering tight around his dick, holding him in like youâre scared heâll pull out. Youâre gushingâcum and slick squirting out around his cock, dripping mess all over the floor.
He moans. And he breaks.
He grabs your hips, slams you down to the base, and stays thereâdeep, buried, locked in place.
You feel his cock twitch.
Thick. Heavy. Flooding your cunt, stretching you with cum. You feel it pump into you in hot, heavy spurts, overflowing inside, leaking down your thighs. Your belly gets heavier with it. You swear your pussyâs too full to take more but he doesnât stopâhe keeps grinding.
Youâre folded in his lap now, cock still buried so deep it feels like itâs in your throat, cum dripping down between your cheeks in fat, warm globsâand Mydei leans down and brushes your hair from your face like he didnât just fuck you stupid.
He smirks, nuzzles your flushed cheek.
âWell?â he murmurs, hips slowly rolling again, so slow, just enough to make you feel every inch of him dragging against your raw, sensitive walls. âStill think Iâm small?â
You whimper.
Thatâs all you can manage. Your voice is gone, fucked out of your throat. Your legs wonât stop shaking. Your pussyâs twitching around him like itâs begging for more even though itâs so overstretched, puffy and red from being used.
He hums.
âDidnât think so.â
And then he kisses you.
Soft. Deep. One hand cupping the back of your head while his tongue lazily rolls against yours. His cock stays buried insideâwarm, pulsingâbut heâs not fucking you now. Not yet. Heâs just holding you there, like heâs soaking in the mess he made.
You blink at him slowly, dazed, drooling, skin slick with sweat.
âMydeiâŠâ you whine.
Thatâs it. Just his name. Barely even that.
He smiles.
Kisses you again. Starts rocking his hips in that gentle, sweet rhythmâlike heâs in love with the way your pussy squeezes him, like he could spend all night just watching you fall apart again under him, all flushed and sore and needy.
âYou want more, donât you?â he murmurs against your lips. âCan feel this little hole begging for it. Sheâs so greedy, baby.â
You nod. Eyes glassy.
âGood girl,â he breathes. âLet me take care of you, yeah?â
He shiftsâpulls out halfway, then slides back in slow, cock thick and veiny and still leaking cum. You moan. Loud. Body arching, hips rolling up to meet him like your pussyâs chasing him.
He watches your face. Watches your expression twist and tremble while he fucks you slowâtender, now, but deep. Deep enough to make your stomach bulge again. Deep enough to make your toes curl.
You look down and whine.
âLook at her,â he growls softly. âStill stretched open. Still dripping for me. Youâre so fucking full, babyâŠâ
He slides his hand down between your bodiesâpresses gently on your lower belly.
You squeal.
Because you feel itâhis cock pressing from the inside, bulging your stomach, thick and firm. His thumb rubs circles there while his hips start rolling deeper again, gentle but intentional, grinding into the soft spot inside you like he knows exactly where to touch.
And of course he does.
Heâs Mydei.
Your big, mean man. Who just turned into your soft, obsessed husband the second he dumped a load in you.
âStill got room in there,â he murmurs. âDonât lie, I can feel it. Gonna fill you up again, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine again and again âtil itâs dripping out of your belly button.â
Youâre babbling now.
Begging. Sobbing.
Tears well up as the overstimulation kicks inâbut itâs good. Itâs so good. Heâs so sweet with it, kissing your face, stroking your sides, murmuring filth right into your ear like itâs a love confession.
âYouâre everything,â he says. âYou hear me? . My pretty girl. Iâd fuck you every hour of every day if I could. You were made to take this cock.â
You clench.
He groans.
He cums again.
Slower this time, but hotter somehowâhe moans into your mouth, deep and low, hips locked against you as his cock throbs and spills another load inside you, thick and lazy and so much. You feel it pushing everything else out, dripping down your thighs again.
He doesnât move. Just holds you there, cock deep, cum inside, lips on yours.
âStill small?â he whispers again.
You shake your head, dazed and full.
âNoâŠâ
His smirk is feral.
âDidnât think so.â
â AVENTURINE :
Youâre smirking. Shouldnât be, but you are.
Heâs got you cornered, back against the sleek marble wall of your suite, his tie undone and sleeves rolled, chest warm against yours. One hand rests on the small of your back, the other gripping your chin, keeping your gaze locked with his like youâve just handed him a challenge on a silver platter.
âRepeat it,â he says softly. Too softly. That smile on his face isnât a smile , itâs a loaded weapon.
You raise your brows like youâre innocent. Youâre not. You know exactly what you said.
âI said,â you purr, playing with the buttons on his shirt like you donât feel your heartbeat slamming in your chest, âyouâre a bit⊠small.â
There it is. That twitch in his jaw. That flash in his violet eyes like you just poked a sleeping god awake.
He laughs, low and rich, like you just handed him a glass of vintage wine and dared him to break it over your head.
âSmall,â he echoes, tilting your face up further. âInteresting.â
You try to act bored. Youâre so full of shit.
âNot small small,â you add with a shrug. âJust⊠not as big as you pretend to be.â
Silence.
Then his lips press against yours â hard. His tongue slides past your lips like he owns them, teeth catching your bottom lip in a cruel, teasing bite before he pulls back just enough to speak again.
âYouâre gonna eat those words,â he murmurs, hot against your mouth. âEvery single one.â
He takes his time getting you on the bed. Doesnât throw you downâno, thatâd be too easy. He leads you there, fingers on your chin, your throat, your wrist. Every step is deliberate. He pulls you into his lap, clothes still half-on, thighs spread, cock already hard under the slacks he hasnât even taken off.
âCome on then,â he says, loosening his belt. âClimb on. Since youâre so confident.â
You crawl into his lap like the brat you are â like youâre still in control â grinding slow against the thick outline of his cock as you straddle him, smug smirk still on your face.
âGonna prove me wrong, little man?â you whisper, voice sugar-sweet.
That earns you a slap.
Not on your faceâno, Aventurineâs too elegant for thatâbut on your ass. Hard. Your body jerks forward, chest colliding with his, a sharp gasp punched from your throat.
âWrong?â he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. âOh darling. Iâm gonna ruin you so thoroughly, youâll beg me to be smaller.â
He grabs your waist and flips you around, pulling you back into his lap so youâre facing away from him now, knees spread, his cock sliding free from his slacks and standing proud between your thighs.
You glance down and blink. âŠOh. Okay. Maybe heâs not small. Maybe heâs the opposite of small. Maybe youâre very stupid.
Before you can recover, he spits into his palm and strokes himself onceâtwiceâ then presses the head against your entrance, one hand gripping your waist and the other trailing slowly, so slowly, down your front.
âGo on,â he whispers against your neck. âShow me how small it feels.â
You sink down.
Your mouth falls open. No words. Just a gaspâlong, high, desperate, as his cock stretches you open, thick and hot, filling every inch with a pressure that borders on unbearable.
âMm?â he purrs, hands gripping your hips as you struggle to take him. âNot speaking now? I thought you were feeling brave tonight.â
You whimper. He laughs.
âOh, sweetheart,â he groans, sliding in deeper until your thighs are shaking. âThis is barely halfway.â
You try to lift yourself offâyou tryâbut he yanks you right back down with a smack to your ass, his cock punching so deep inside you your belly bulges just slightly, perfect and obscene.
âLook at that,â he murmurs, brushing a hand over the spot. âThat little bump? Thatâs me. Thatâs how âsmallâ I am, hm?â
Youâre shaking now. Gasping, drooling, grinding down on him with needy little movements you canât even pretend are confident anymore.
He drags his lips along your shoulder, bites lightly at your neck, and then thrusts upward. Just once. Deep. Hard.
You sob.
âWhat was that?â he says sweetly. âSounded like you were gonna apologize.â
You tryâyou try so hardâbut all that comes out is a pathetic, broken moan.
âOh, honey,â he breathes, voice full of velvet cruelty. âYou donât get to apologize yet.â
He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so youâre arching beautifully in his lap, cock still snug and deep inside you. His other hand? Slipping down your front, fingers rubbing right over where youâre throbbing, making you jolt.
âYou donât apologize,â he hisses, âuntil your knees give out. Until youâre sobbing on my cock.â
You whimper again.
He slaps your thighâonce, twiceâthen grips your hips and starts fucking up into you, slow and deliberate at first, then faster. Harder. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with your messy, choked cries and his deep, smug groans.
âYou said I was small,â he pants, cock ramming into that spot that makes your eyes roll back. âSay it again.â
âN-noââ
âSay it.â
You try, you doâbut all you can say is his name, over and over, like a prayer, like a surrender.
He laughs. Moans. Slaps your ass again and watches the ripple with admiration.
âNot so mouthy now, huh?â he says against your neck. âBut donât worry. Youâll get your words back.â
He pulls out, flips you around, and shoves you down to your knees.
His cock is flushed, slick and throbbing, still twitching from the tight heat of your cunt, and he grips it at the base with one hand while guiding your face forward with the other.
âPut that smart little mouth to work,â he growls. âSince you seem to like talking shit.â
You suck him in with shaking hands, lips stretched wide, eyes glassy. He watches you âloves watching youâas you gag and drool around him, your body still trembling from the wreckage he left in his wake.
âMm, thatâs it,â he groans, thrusting slow into your mouth. âChoke on it, baby. Just like you choked on your pride.â
You blink up at himâruined, teary-eyed, mascara smudged, thighs shaking from being fucked half senselessâand he smiles down at you like the devil himself.
âStill think Iâm small?â he whispers.
You shake your head.
âMmm. Thought so.â
â DR. RATIO :
You really thought you were funny.
Laid back against the library table, your skirt barely hiding the subtle shift of your thighs, you looked at him with that smug, syrupy smile. With a little shrug, you said it clearly,
âYou donât seem like much, Doctor. Bet youâd barely reach.â
The air went suddenly colder.
He didnât even blink. Instead, he stared at you like youâd just insulted his entire intellect or knocked over his carefully brewed tea. His fingers twitched near his belt, then the sharp clack of his book closing echoed like a gunshot. He stood up.
âIs that so?â His voice was low, dry, and uninterested. That dangerous, mean little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth â not amused, not flirtatious, just a condescending twist that made your stomach knot.
âWell. Letâs test your hypothesis, shall we?â
You should have run. But no. You bit your lip and smirked like the brat you were.
That was your first mistake.
He didnât say a word as he reached out and flipped you over the desk like you weighed nothing, settling you down flat.
âStill think Iâm small?â he gritted, voice low and sharp as his hips ground down hard against you. Your mouth fell open, no witty comeback ready â just the sharp, helpless squeal that escaped when you felt every inch of him.
He was not small. Far from it. He was massive, pressing into you relentlessly, while piles of research scattered beneath you like forgotten papers.
Your cheek stuck to parchment. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you still, while the other landed on your ass with a resounding smack that made the desk creak beneath you.
âUse your words, test subject.â His voice was laced with sarcasm, irritated and turned on. âYou wanted a measurement, didnât you? Want me to push deeper?â
You whimpered, your legs trembling. That wasnât enough for him. His hand smacked your ass again, harder this time, then grabbed and spread you wider without shame. He watched you â how your body folded and shivered under his weight â your belly visibly bulging each time he thrust deep, as if your insides were made just for him.
âYouâll take it. Thatâs what happens when you provoke a man smarter than you.â
It was filthy. Your legs shook uncontrollably, thighs wobbling under the pressure, but he didnât relent. His body was big, lean but solid â every breath sharp, every growl low and frustrated in your ear. He was not romantic. He was not gentle. He was merciless.
âYouâre so full itâs pathetic,â he hissed, grinding his hips harder. âStill think Iâm small? Look down. Look at what Iâm doing to that belly.â
You did.
You shouldnât have.
A big, round lump pushed out against your stomach, his cock deep enough to mark you completely.
âYouâre drooling,â he sneered. âStill think Iâm small?â
You couldnât answer. You were gasping, nails scraping at the wood as he locked his arms tight around your waist â not letting you escape, not letting you think â mate pressing you until your toes curled and your moans came ragged and raw.
âSay youâre sorry.â
You didnât.
So he spanked you again, harder this time, then slammed into you deeper until the wet squelching of your cunt echoed through the silent study.
You choked out something broken and breathless. He didnât care.
âIâll breed the arrogance out of you,â Ratio muttered under his breath, like your whining was just another tedious experiment. âLetâs see if a few loads fix your attitude.â
He gripped your waist tighter, his breath hot against your ear as his hips pressed deep and unrelenting. Every thrust carved into you, making that heavy bulge in your belly push out more, like you were stretched perfectly around himâno chance to hide it, no mercy given.
His hand found your ass again, slapping it hard, fingers kneading and holding you in place. âYou think youâre so clever, talking shit. But look at you nowâmine. All wrapped around me, dripping and desperate.â
Your breath hitched, body trembling as he kept pounding into you, the sound of your slick wetness mixing with the harsh smacks filling the quiet room.
âSay it,â he growled, voice low and rough. âSay youâre mine.â
Your voice broke, trembling out, âIâm yours.â
His grin was cruel and satisfied as he pulled you flush against him, mate pressing with all his weight, making sure you couldnât move, couldnât escape. The fullness inside you stretched tighter, and he whispered, âYouâre so full. Canât get enough of me, can you?â
You whimpered, head thrown back, utterly undone.
With a sharp slap to your ass, he pulled out just enough so you could feel the thick length twitching, then slammed back inside, his pace rougher, more demanding.
âIâm gonna breed that stubbornness right out of you,â he breathed, voice dark and possessed. âYouâll remember this every damn time you think you can test me.â
Your walls clenched hard around him, moans slipping free as he kept driving you into the desk, holding you down like you were his prize.
âBeg for it,â he said, dragging his hand up to grip your hair, tilting your face so you had no choice but to look at him.
You whimpered, âPlease⊠donât stop.â
His laugh was low and satisfied. âThatâs my good girl.â
He pressed forward, hips snapping, every movement pounding deeper, stretching you full and making your belly roll with the pressure.
Your breath caught as he tensed, voice rough, âSay it. Say Iâm the only one.â
âIâm yours,â you gasped, trembling and undone.
With a final, heavy thrust, he claimed you fully, breath hitching as he spilled inside, filling you with everything he had.
He held you pressed tight as you trembled beneath him, hips still rolling lazily, possessive and relentless.
âI told you,â he whispered against your skin, âIâm never small.â
â JING YUAN :
You really shouldnât have said it.
You really shouldnât have looked the General of the Cloud Knights in the eyeâshirt tugged up, thighs bare and your panties already wetâand had the audacity to say:
âTch. With all that confidence, your cockâs probably small anyway.â
The room went quiet for a second.
The kind of quiet where even the crickets were like oh no she didnât.
Jing Yuan blinked.
Smiled.
Then laughedâthat slow, deep, maddening chuckle that slithered straight down your spine like warm honey.
âSmall, huh?â he repeated, stretching his arms behind his head like he wasnât already rock hard in his robes. âAh⊠You poor little thing.â
You werenât prepared for how fast he moved.
One second youâre smug.
Next second your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, legs spread open like he owned them, your panties tugged to the side and his thumb lazily brushing over your soaked folds.
âSay that again.â His voice was low, a little breathy. He hadnât even taken his robes off. âLetâs see how long you keep that mouth running.â
You gasped when he pulled it out.
Holyâ
He knew. Oh, he knew exactly what kind of look crossed your face. The shock. The panic. The twitch of your thighs like they were second-guessing their own bravery.
âI think someone owes me an apology,â he murmured, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit like he was just casually testing the weather. âOr should I make you eat those words?â
Smug bastard. That slow, lazy smile. That thick, achingly hard cock.
You didnât even have time to beg.
He grabbed you by the back of your head, tilted your jaw open, and fed it to you.
Slow. Deep. Sloppy.
âMmâ look at you now.â His hips rolled like he was half-asleep, voice curling with pure sin. âChoking on the small one, are we?â
You clawed at his thighs when he held you down, cock pressing heavy on your tongue, mocking your every breath. He groaned every time you gagged around him, every time you tried to glare up at him through teary eyes.
âCanât talk back with your mouth full, hm?â Jing Yuan chuckled, cupping your cheek. âMaybe Iâll keep you like this for a while. Let that attitude melt off your tongue.â
When he finally let you breathe, you were wrecked.
Mascara smeared. Drool dripping down your chin. Knees trembling.
âAw,â he cooed, petting your hair. âWhat happened to all that big talk?â
And thenâhe flipped you over.
One smooth motion, you were face-down, ass up, and his cock already nudging at your entrance.
âThis might stretch a little,â he murmured, completely fake sweetness in his tone.
Liar.
You screamed when he pushed in. Inch by thick, punishing inch. Your pussy clenched like it was trying to reject him, but it only made him groan, hands gripping your hips like he was claiming them.
âFuck, you feel that?â he growled into your ear, voice deeper now, panting against your neck. âSay it again. Say itâs small while itâs splitting you open.â
You tried.
You couldnât.
Not when he started moving.
Lazy, powerful thrusts that made the bed shake and your legs wobble. He stayed buried deep, hips grinding in slow circles like he had all the time in the world. His hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit like he was spoiling youâjust to drive you even crazier.
âTell me how small I am while youâre dripping like this,â he teased, pinching your clit until you squealed. âCome on, sweetheart. Be brave again.â
All you could do was cry his name.
Over and over.
When you finally came, it was messy. Shaky. So tight around him he groaned into your skin, fucking you through it until your body gave up.
You collapsed, twitching.
And he?
He stayed inside you. Still hard. Still smug.
Leaning down, lips brushing your ear, he whispered:
ââŠWant to try that again?â
You donât remember how you got here.
Well, actuallyâyou do. It started with a smug smirk, your bratty mouth, and one too many giggles tossed at the generalâs expense.
âWith how lazy you are, your cockâs probably soft and small too.â
And now?
Now youâre stuffed full.
Flat on your back, legs trembling, and that massive cock buried so deep your bellyâs showing a bulge.
You donât even have the words anymore. Just little hiccuping moans, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth, and your fingers pressed against your lower belly in pure awe.
âLook at that.â Jing Yuan leans over you, lazy eyes glinting as he lays his palm right on the bulge in your tummy. He presses.
You squeal. Your legs twitch.
âYou were running your mouth earlier,â he murmurs, thumb rubbing soft, slow circles over the swollen outline of his cock in your gut. âAnd now youâre just whining and taking it.â
He rolls his hips, and your back arches. Your soaked pussy clenches again like it canât help it.
âCan feel me here, canât you?â he purrs. âMight be small⊠but itâs so deep, baby.â
You try to speakâreallyâbut all that comes out is a whimper, a little breathless sob of âYuanâtoo much, I-I canâtââ
He smirks.
âYes, you can.â
Then he pulls outâslow, dripping wet, your folds clinging to himâand slams right back in, thick and deep enough you swear you see stars.
You scream.
Your body jerks. Your brain just shorts out.
And he leans down, whispering filth into your ear:
âYou donât need to think. Just keep your legs open and take your stuffing like a good little pillow princess.â
You moan, dumb and needy. All that snark from earlier? Gone. Replaced with sniffles, tears, and broken hiccups as he pounds into youâslow, lazy, and endlessly smug.
âFuck, gonna breed you,â Jing Yuan growls, fucking you deeper, slapping your thigh. âGonna fill you so good youâll be dripping my cum for days. Want that, huh? Want to get knocked up on a small cock?â
You nod.
You sob.
He groans when you clench down again, cock pulsing, hips slamming into your thighs as he spills inside you. Thick, messy ropes that flood your womb and drip out around his baseâbut he doesnât stop.
âStay still,â he pants, pinning you down. âYouâre gonna take another one.â
And you do.
And another.
You donât even realize heâs lying down beneath you until youâre shoved onto his face.
Your thighs shake. His tongue slides right up your slit and licks his own cum from your pussy.
Your moans are broken, hands digging into his messy blond hair as you grind down, riding his face like itâs the only way you remember how to breathe.
âThatâs it,â he hums against your folds, voice muffled by your soaked pussy. âSit on me. Get dumb on this tongue too.â
You do.
You lose your mind.
You cum. Again. And again. So messy, so overstimmed, your voice cracking into little sobs.
When you collapse off his face, ruined and twitching, he kisses your thigh.
And whispersâ
âStill think itâs small?â
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