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[yerrenica]

Jaha Lee x Reader: Remarks

Summary (not really): "♿" it’s a surprise tool that'll help ya’ll later

Pairing: Jaha Lee/Yi Zaha x female reader

Genre: porn with some plot...

WC: 3k

Rating: 18+, but literally no one cares, so just read it with your lips sealed.

Jaha Lee had always been a busy man. Whether it was because he had to deal with some nobodies that dared to face him, or it was because he had to manage the Low Down, and its people. Needless to say, he was someone who both had too much time on his hands, and none at all. There was always a scheme, a plan, an idea in his mind. He was always out, and about, dealing with one thing or the other. So much so, that he almost never had the time for you. It wasn’t much of a problem at first, since you understand that he is someone that is necessary for the world of Martial Arts. He had his own ambitions, and you were supportive of them, but sometimes... It got lonely. And sometimes, some remarks would slip past your lips without you even noticing.

This time it was: I might as well just go out with someone who does have free time.

It was supposed to be just a simple remark that would tick him off, and perhaps, you know, have him pay attention to something other than cultivating, and it most definitely was not meant to have you standing in front of a mirror, with Jaha right behind you with his arms around your waist. You were not supposed to be getting undressed right now!

“Is bothering me entertaining to you?” He spoke in a hushed tone as he carefully traced his hand from your waist up to your chest, sliding it into your hanfu, and touching your breast.

Your breath hitched in your throat. “I was bothering you? Didn’t realize.”

Jaha clicked his tongue. “How boldly you lie.” He was looking at you through the mirror, right into your eyes. But soon enough, he closed them, leaning down to your neck, which was now slightly exposed. He took his time with it, leaving gentle kisses, then harsher ones, but keeping a hand on your jaw in order to ensure that you would see everything in the mirror. The big mirror, at that; not full-body, but above the middle area of your thighs. It was enough to have you embarrassed as you saw yourself grow red in the face. See how the whimpers, whines, if Jaha bit down, escaped your mouth.

Even now, Jaha was teasing you. Always such a prick, that man. But you supposed you couldn’t blame him. He was always the victim of your jokes, it was only fitting for him to take revenge on you.

But soon enough, his observant self picked up on your annoyance, quickly using his free hand to play with your nipple.

“Be patient, and watch. You wanted me to pay attention to you, right? So here I am, thoroughly paying attention to every part of you.” He opened his eyes to look at your flushed expression in the mirror.

“My eyes, my hands,” He emphasized with a twist to your nipple, causing you to let out a moan. “Even my mouth, are all paying attention to you.” Jaha finished his sentence with a harsh suck to a sensitive spot on your neck, drawing out more lewd sounds from you.

“Surely, that's enough for you, isn't it?”

You both knew it wasn’t.

Your breath quickened. “Jaha, please.. D-Don't do this, I’m sorry for teasing you... So please... y-you can touch me, anywhere... Not just here, please..!” Little whines of begging escaped your throat as you touched his hand, which was still on your chest.

You were humiliated by the fact that this was all it took to get you so worked up. But it was Jaha. Inexperienced, but observant. As uncertain as Jaha was, he was listening, watching, paying attention to every reaction your body had in order to learn what you liked. What spots made you shudder, where to kiss and where to bite, when to twist, pull, rub, or flick. And he has spent enough time with you to memorize them all.

“Jaha? Since when did you have permission to call me so casually? Aren’t I your Master?” Upon finishing his sentence, he once more twisted your nipple, this time harder than the previous time. His grip on your jaw also tightened, making sure you did not look away.

This man was so difficult, every single time. Usually he didn’t mind your casual tone with him, but at times like these he always felt the need to have complete control over you. Childish to the bone.

“Jaha, please— must I?”

“Sorry, didn’t hear you.” He said as he bit into your neck, making you slightly wince.

“Ja—”

Not removing his teeth from your neck yet, he bit harder, making you let out a hiss as you furrowed your brows. “Agh— M-M... Master Jaha, please...” Your voice got quieter the longer you spoke. You felt your cheeks burning from the embarrassment, and seeing yourself in the mirror only made the shame worse.

You felt him remove his teeth from your neck, and smirk, before looking back into the mirror, right into your eyes. “Good job. Now tell me... Where do you want me to touch you, [Y/N]? Of all the places on your body, which one should I pay the most attention to?”

Jaha released the hand from your nipple, allowing it to be moved lower, and lower, until you gasped while making small thrusts into his hand.

“Here?”

“Please, y-yes, yes, please, h-here, right here.” His hand was gently placed between your legs, rubbing you through the cloth of your attire.

Jaha smiled. “Bend over, [Y/N].”

You were, of course, quick to do as he instructed, and bent over, supporting yourself on the wooden counter.

Jaha let go of you as he watched you intently. Then, in a slow, teasing pace, he took off his pants. With this, he took his time too, just to put your impatient self to the test even more than he already has. He then moved to your hanfu, carefully loosening it, and lifting the skirt up.

Now, with both of you half-undressed, he could go further. He'd start easy though. He enjoyed the chase.

A hand back on your jaw, as Jaha’s other hand slid its fingers into your mouth, quietly telling you to suck and finding amusement in the shiver you gave as a reaction.

“Do you see yourself, [Y/N]? The way you look while doing something so perverse? I'm sure you can imagine what you'd look like with something else in your mouth, can't you? I'll bet that that's what you think when you suck on my fingers.”

You could only whine in response as the urge to be touched grew stronger.

“Well? Is it? Don’t act like you can't speak just because your mouth is full.”

You replied with a muffled 'mhmm' and a slight nod.

“I thought so. Such a good girl, aren't you?” He spoke quietly.

Just hearing that was enough to make you whine louder, to make you squirm and whine once more as Jaha took his hand off of your jaw to hold you in place.

“Don’t make me take it back. Just look at me and relax for a moment.”

As the three fingers left your mouth, Jaha’s took over, keeping you occupied as he gently rubbed your labia, sending shivers down your spine. Then he moved his finger in circles around your clitoris, having you moaning out his name in no time. Before long, a finger slowly worked its way into your vagina. All of the noises produced by you were let out right at Jaha, a perfect way to tell him how it made you feel, when to pause and wait for you to relax, and when to insert another. With two fingers slowly stretching you out, you leaned more into Jaha, becoming more and more dependent on him to keep yourself up. You... well, you hadn't done this with someone that wasn't yourself, and even then, you never really went further than two fingers, as badly as you wanted to.

So when Jaha put in a third, quickly, stretching and searching and oh, fuck, there it is..

“Fuck, f-fuck, fuck—! J-Jaha, p-please, I-I need it now, I can’t take it, come on..nnggh..! Please, put it in, Gods, just p-put it in...!”

You continued to spill more and more of your erotic pleads, especially as Jaha showed no mercy with how much he was stimulating such a sensitive spot. However, he suddenly stopped. At this, you let out a long whimper.

“Good grief, you ought to keep your mind straight. Calling me Jaha again? Really? Do you want me to stop?”

“N-No, nono... I’m sorry... Master... Please, please.” You whined out as small tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. You looked at him through the mirror, and his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the sight of your dishevelled appearance. He bit his lower lip before cursing silently under his breath.

Jaha could only ignore his own urges for so long. Swiftly did his fingers leave you. He quickly leaned you forward, even closer to that mirror, and used his right hand to tightly keep both of your hands behind your back. His left was still on your face, preventing you from looking away.

And before you could question it, you moaned disgustingly at the feeling of him sliding in. So, so, slowly, a mixture of teasing you and being gentle, and it brought all sorts of whimpers from your lips.

It felt like a never-ending rush, like there's always more to fit, more cock ready to fill you up. And the worst part is... you can see it all. You can see the drool run down your chin as you felt more and more full, and barely noticed the twitch of your vagina when Jaha’s finally in, letting out a shaky sigh by your ear.

You whined, desperately, loudly, unable to squirm in order to calm the embarrassment rushing through you at that moment. All the feelings bubble up and come out as noise after noise, moan after moan.

You want to touch yourself, you want to feel yourself, but your hands are restrained too tightly for you to move them. Nonetheless, you could not focus on that want for too long. Jaha wasn't slow when fucking you after all, and you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Jaha Lee.

He watched as it all happened in front of him. Watched as you moaned loudly, like the whore that you are, groaning and whimpering at the soft praise muttered in your ear. Jaha’s grip on your hands tightened, using it to pull you back harder, faster, as if he couldn't get enough of you. As if, despite being as deep as he could be in you, he still needed more.

Maybe, just maybe, he could get you to make even dirtier sounds, with just the right angle, he could–

"M-Master! O-Ooh, fuck, fuck, y-yes, r-right there, right…hhg..ohh..mnnn..! Th-There…there, the..nng… Ja... Ha..!”

Oh, Gods, this woman would be the death of him.

As your speech deteriorated, devolving into nothing but the sounds of a slut, you trembled more and more, struggling to keep yourself up with the pleasure filling your body. Jaha praised and degraded you in the same breath, pressing filthy kisses right behind your ear, down your neck, and anywhere he pleased. In-between kisses were his own sounds of pleasure, albeit nowhere near as loud as yours. Honestly, it would not have surprised you if someone had already heard the two of you.

Louder, and louder, as you made pitiful attempts to warn Jaha about how close you were to cumming all over yourself, Jaha gave one command as his hand left your chin.

“If you look away from that mirror…I'll stop.. G-Got it..?”  

His own attempts at keeping some sort of composure were laughable, but the breathy voice in your ear made you shiver once more as you nodded.

If only you knew why Jaha moved his hand.

It hit you like a train; just as your eager cunt was rubbed by Jaha, timed almost perfectly with those thrusts that won't stop hitting that spot, and fuck, you can see all of it, you can feel all of it, you’re—

Just like that, and you let out the most unrestrained, intemperate moan of your life; loud enough to be heard from who knows where. You stared at your lascivious face in the mirror, with your legs trembling as Jaha kept going.

It's too much, it's far too much, you honestly feel like you’ll die if Jaha doesn't stop soon, but Gods it gets worse. His hand presses down on you harder, and you nearly lunge forward at the sudden feeling, followed by a sharp gasp as you feel Jaha’s cum fill you up.

You two are still, unmoving as you remain panting. Jaha’s hand pulled you closer by the waist as he brushed the stray hair away from your face with his other hand.

Jaha looked you in the eyes. “Take it all off.”

“Wh-What?” You asked, confused and still in a daze.

“Your clothes. Take them all off.”

You slowly turned around to look at him, finally talking to him face-to-face, abeit you could hardly call it talking. You were far too out of it to talk normally. “What for?”

Jaha narrowed his eyes down at you, and placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently. He then smirked, and oh God, that smirk sent a chill down your spine. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He tugged at your attire, clearly showing his impatience.

You sigh, still trying to regain control over your breathing. “Let me have some water first at least...”

“We could go to the sink, and you could drink the water from there while I fuck you from behind.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

You scoffed. “Only you would ask me to act like a dog.”

“Don’t you already?”

Your eyes widened as a pale pink coated your cheeks. “You shuck piece of—“

Jaha only laughed at your reaction, bringing your face closer to his and kissing you. He wasn’t huge on kissing, so whenever he did kiss you, you took it graciously. You kissed back instantly, you even wanted to bruise him so he’d never forget about you.

Between the endless onslaught of kisses, he whispered. “Take it off.”

You obliged, albeit not without letting out a few grunts of frustation. It was as if he enjoyed watching your annoyed expression.

Once you were undressed, he sent a smile your way, before taking your hand into his and leading you to the bed. He sat down, and then pulled you by the hand so you’d sit on his lap, facing him this time.

Your head flopped forwards into Jaha’s chest. This position was more cozy, and you could feel his body heat. You were in comfortable silence for a while before you spoke up.

“Master Jaha… stop messing with me…”

Your hand found Jaha’s cock and lazily stroked him, making the man tilt his head back with an irresistibly sweet moan. You whispered into his ear. “Make me come again, please… ”

“Then show me.” He demanded, “Show me how much you need it, how much you want it.”

Jaha always enjoyed having you beg for him. Too much, some would say... You, you are the some that would say. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip in frustraion. Jaha was being too cruel teasing and playing with you like this. You bit down on Jaha’s neck, his collarbone and earlobe. His gaze is heavy as he looks at your blissful expression, all fucked out and needy, aching for him.

“Let me see you cry from how much you want my cock… let me see you beg for it. Maybe then I’ll give you what you need.” He spoke quietly. He knew all the ways to get you over the edge.

He wanted you to ache for him, for you to become addicted to his cock.

Your whole body shivered, and you tried to fuck yourself down on Jaha, but the mad demon wasn’t moving and kept you still.

“Master please, fuck me... Are you really going to make me beg for your attention again? How many times must I tell you that I need you? That I need you inside me, deep within me, so deep that I can see you poking out from my stomach... Please. I love you, I love you so much… I need you. Please.”

You felt Jaha grow harder, bigger inside of you. You smirked. Using the ‘I love you’ card always worked.

“You’re too greedy.” Jaha whispered.

“It’s all your fault. You wanted this.”

You felt proud, for once. But then Jaha took away all those thoughts just as fast as he made them. ”Hmm, you take my cock so well. I suppose you deserve to be rewarded for how good you’ve been.”

You nodded frantically, eyes glistening. “Yes yes, please I’ve been good, please-nnnhh!”

As you were right on his lap, it was easy to let you bounce on his cock. In this position, gravity did most of the work, and Jaha was able to hit so deep inside you, even deeper than before. One particular hard thrust had you seizing up, your vagina clenching and twitching tightly around Jaha’s length.

“Yessss yesyes yes oh fuck-!” You moaned, hands clawing at Jaha’s back to find any sort of perch. You were absolutely gone, lost in the pleasure, it was so intense, it was too much- no, it was perfect.

Everything was perfect when you were in his arms. You hugged Jaha’s head into you chest, and felt him trail kisses down your sternum area. Jaha dug his nails into your hips, helping you bounce all the better. He looked up. He could see that you were, once again, in a daze, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Although the pleasure was just as prominent for him, only your declaration of love was swirling through his mind.

He pulled you into another kiss, whispering. “I love you too.”