jerking jinshi off in front of a mirror while whispering praises into his ear 🤤🤤 orr pegging jinshi and forcing him to look in the mirror just so he could see how fucked out and pretty he looked while getting his hole destroyed..pls i need this man soo bad it's nkt even funny anymore 🥀🥀
the room smelled like incense.
dim lighting. silk everywhere.
the mirror in front of you was tall, unforgiving, perfect.
jinshi stood there—naked except for the collar you’d fastened around his neck. his face already flushed, his body tense.
and his cock… dripping, hard, twitching against his belly.
"look at yourself," you murmured, standing behind him, your chest brushing his shoulder.
"look, jinshi."
he bit his lip.
you wrapped your hand around his cock, slow, firm.
he whimpered.
"see how much it trembles? how it leaks just because i’m talking to you?"
in the mirror, he didn’t dare meet his own reflection.
but the blush on his face said enough.
his thighs twitched.
your hand moved over his cock with cruel tenderness.
"you look so pretty when you whimper," you whispered, licking his neck.
"so easy to ruin."
"don’t say that," he breathed.
"why not? because it’s true?"
you let go of him.
"bend over."
he obeyed.
his knees shook.
he braced himself on the edge of the lounge.
legs spread.
hole exposed. wet. needy.
you spit on it slowly.
dragged your fingers across it.
teased him until he whimpered again.
then you strapped on.
he heard the buckle click behind him—and moaned before you even touched him.
"already shaking," you teased. "and i haven’t even fucked you yet."
you lined up.
and pushed in.
slow. so slow.
inch by inch until he was stretched around it, thighs trembling, back arching like he couldn’t breathe.
"n-no, not like—ahh… not so slow…"
"why not? look how you’re sucking me in," you whispered, pushing deeper.
"like your body already knows it belongs to me."
he cried out.
you gripped his hips and started thrusting.
the sound of your hips slapping against his ass was obscene. wet. endless.
"look," you said again, voice lower now.
"look in the mirror."
he opened his eyes.
and he saw it.
his flushed face. the tears. the drool.
his cock, bouncing helplessly with every thrust.
his whole body wrecked.
"look how beautiful you are like this."
"look how good you take it."
"how perfect you are when you let go."
"i’m gonna cum—" he choked. "i’m gonna—"
"do it."
and he did.
he came untouched, moaning high and breathless, collapsing forward, painting the sheets beneath him with hot, desperate pleasure.
but you didn’t stop.
you kept fucking him.
slow. deep.
"i told you to look," you whispered again.
he was crying now. his thighs trembling. but his hips were still pushing back into you. still begging.
"you’re mine," you murmured in his ear.
"look. look at what you become when i use you."
and he did.
because jinshi, the proud, the perfect, the untouchable…
was now nothing but a crying, shaking, beautiful mess—
cw: sub!jinshi x fem!dom!reader · semi-public setting · hand over mouth · muffled moaning · orgasm denial · begging · light humiliation · possessive/degrading language
a/n: because this won the poll... ughhhh i’m so in love with this man and i need more of him as a sub <333 i’m obsessed fr i love him so much 🫠💗
the air still smelled like incense and sweet wine when you followed him through the palace corridors. jinshi walked ahead with that elegant, measured pace that always made you smile… and at the same time, stirred something darker inside you. he’d been teasing you all through the meeting: lingering glances, sharp words wrapped in politeness, that smug little smile when his fingers brushed the rim of your cup as he poured your drink.
he knew what he was doing. he knew he was provoking you.
he knew you wanted to drag him into a corner and ruin the dignity he clung to.
you didn’t say a word as you caught up and grabbed his arm, guiding him into a small resting chamber at the end of the hallway. he didn’t resist. he didn’t even pretend to be surprised. he simply let you shut the door firmly behind you, and press him against the stone wall without warning.
—what was that? —you murmured, barely brushing your lips along his jaw. your breath grazed his skin, and you saw him tense.
—what…? —he tried to act calm, but his voice wavered.
your fingers gripped his chin, firm. you made him look at you.
—don’t play with me. you know exactly what you’re doing with that mouth.
jinshi swallowed. his lips were slightly parted.
he wanted you to kiss him.
he wanted you to do exactly what you were about to do.
and you, as always, were going to give it to him… your way.
your hands slid to his waist, tracing the soft fabric of his ceremonial robes. you pushed him until his back hit the stone, holding him there, your body fully pressed against his. his breath hitched.
—there are guards… they could... —he started, but you cut him off.
—then you’d better not make a sound.
your words froze him. jinshi’s eyes widened just a little, as if unsure whether to be aroused or afraid. but his body… his body had already decided.
you felt it. hard against you. hot. trembling.
your fingers drifted slowly along his waist now, nails lightly scratching. you felt his stomach tighten. his lips stayed shut, but his breathing betrayed him.
—so easy, jinshi… —you whispered at his ear. —is it really that easy when i talk to you like this?
—n-no… it’s not...
—then tell me what it is. —your voice dropped lower. darker. possessive.
he didn’t answer. he couldn’t.
and you, pleased, pinned him harder to the wall, making it clear this conversation was no longer about words.
you didn’t give him a chance to speak. the moment you felt his body give in, his breath breaking against your neck, you brought a firm hand to his mouth and made him shut up.
—no words —you whispered, your lips barely grazing his as your palm covered the last of his voice.
jinshi let out a small moan, muffled in your fingers. his eyes went wide, bright, a little red at the corners from the tension. he shifted slightly under you, and that was all it took to feel him—so hard, so ready, so desperate for more.
your other hand drifted down his chest, slow, teasing. his robes were a soft obstacle, easy to part. you undid them with precision, exposing more of his skin little by little, letting the cold air make him shiver before you warmed him with your touch.
his mouth stayed covered. your grip didn’t soften. every time you stroked a bit lower, his body tensed. every time your hips pressed into his, he let out another muffled gasp that pulsed hot against your palm.
—so pretty when you try not to scream —you murmured, and his lashes fluttered.
you loved that tremble. loved seeing how this man, usually so proud, so composed, was completely undone by just your touch and a single command.
you leaned your forehead against his. closed your eyes for a moment, feeling him pant through his nose, lips parting and closing against your hand like he was trying to bite the air.
your other hand slipped lower. now you were over his underwear. and you touched him.
jinshi arched hard against the wall. he choked out a noise, muffled. his hips pushed forward for more. his body shook like he was on the edge of breaking, and you’d barely started playing with him.
—shhh… —you said, licking softly along his cheek. —you don’t have permission to come. or to speak. or for anything, really. you’re mine tonight. only mine.
and he nodded. eyes wet. lips red. every part of him saying do whatever you want to me.
and you planned to.
you could feel him trembling beneath you. his whole body was strung tight, like a bow about to snap. his breath came in shallow, broken gasps against your palm—his mouth still covered, damp and trembling.
he didn’t need to speak. his body said everything.
when you rolled your hips against him—slow at first—it was intentional. your fingers dipped just enough to shift your clothes aside, then his, aligning him with a smooth, almost casual motion… like this was as natural as breathing.
jinshi shivered from head to toe as you sank down on him.
you didn’t make a sound. didn’t say a word.
you just looked into his eyes. and started to ride him.
your hand stayed firm over his mouth. your hips moved with deep, dominant rhythm. you gave him no space to think. every time he tried to shift, you pinned him. every time he moaned, your palm pressed tighter.
—just like that… stay still, pretty boy —you whispered. —let me do everything.
his body obeyed, but the sounds leaking from behind your hand were soaked in need. muffled whines, soft and desperate. every time you felt him clench around you, your smile deepened. you kept him right on the edge—and left him there.
you rode him with measured force. slow. cruel. you knew exactly what it was doing to him. you knew he was falling apart, wanting to beg, crying under your hand without a single visible tear.
—look at me —you ordered.
he opened his eyes. they were red, wet.
begging.
you leaned in and licked the tear sliding down his cheek.
—so pretty when you cry without making a sound.
you moved faster now. deeper. you felt him tremble harder with each thrust, his body chasing something you wouldn’t give him yet. not without him begging.
and you, without lifting your hand, without slowing your rhythm, still riding him like he was nothing but yours—knew that moment of surrender…
that exact second when he breaks…
was coming.
and you were going to see it all.
without letting him speak.
jinshi couldn’t hold himself up anymore. his legs were shaking, chest rising and falling with every moan muffled into your palm. his eyes were bloodshot, pleading, lost. sweat trailed down his neck while you kept moving on him—relentless, cruel, perfect.
he wasn’t even pretending to resist now. his body had fully surrendered, arching with every thrust, begging for the release you hadn’t said he could have.
—do you want to come, jinshi? —you whispered into his ear, voice soft and dangerous.
he nodded frantically, a broken sound muffled against your hand.
—mmhnh… mmh!!—
but you didn’t let go.
—i didn’t give you permission —you said, and slammed your hips harder into him.
that broke him.
his body tensed under you, trembling like he was about to collapse, and then… he came.
he moaned hard into your palm, eyes wide, glossy. his entire body shuddered. he spilled over, helpless, hips bucking into you with frantic need. he looked at you like he’d sinned. like he’d failed you.
like he needed you to decide what he was worth now.
you kept him there for a few seconds, still buried inside, your weight pinning him against the wall, hand still over his mouth, his breath wrecked.
then, you let him go.
jinshi slumped into you, arms weakly wrapping around your waist, forehead resting on your shoulder. he was shaking. his lips murmured something—not your name. apologies. pleas.
you held him. one hand in his hair, the other stroking his back gently.
imagining jinshi trying to be calm and collected while making a move but he gets so cute and flustered ! he’s the one who made the move to kiss you…so why is he gripping the pillow beneath him hard and sobbing into it so prettily..?
he’s confused, he can’t really think. his body is hot and his head is all fuzzy.
all he knows is your hand on him feels good and when you whisper about how pretty you think he is, he’s spilling into your hand with a keen.
STOP i’m gonna cry he’s so dramatic and tender about it 😭
like he initiates the kiss, sure—chin tilted up, playing the noble—but the second you touch him too softly? call him pretty?
he’s melting.
he’s breathing too fast, clutching the sheets, face buried in the pillow like he doesn’t know whether he wants to scream or sob.
and then he finishes in your hand like it’s a blessing, hips stuttering, all flushed and trembling, whispering your name like a prayer he didn’t know he needed.
(he’ll try to act composed afterward, but his thighs are still shaking.)
He's the babygirl that we all love. Like really I want peg him real bad. Make him wear femening clothes only for me and fuck hard on bed leaving him trembling and shaking for DAYS. I want to tease him I want to make him DOWN.
But here the thing he still a babygirl!! I want to wreak him so bad and then take care of him!! I want to shower him with love and praise him making him weak. I want to take him and put him on my lap and hug him so tight yet so loving. Kissing his back neck then wisper "Sorry I was to rough with you baby. I get too excited seeing you all pretty for me"
Fuck I love that man. Im just as obses as him.
-💌
AHHHHHH!! no bc this is so real i’m actually losing it.
peg him until he cries and then cradle him like the precious little thing he is?? ☹️🙂↔️
he’s babygirl to the core. i want him ruined and praised.
Every time I see people speak of him as a dom I short circuit, he is a service top at most!!! 😤
And anyway, I feel like he would be very happy to take it too 😏
it’s TRUEEEE i feel like jinshi is 1000% sub-coded—like he acts put-together but you get him alone and suddenly he’s red in the face, hands shaking, looking at you like he’s waiting for permission to breathe. he can pretend to be in charge all he wants, but deep down? he’s made to be taken care of—taken apart.
service top at most. but let’s be real… man would fold if you whispered in his ear just once
dudeeee I just finished binging the apothecary diaries manga until it’s most recent update and THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYINGGG. jinshi is sooo sub coded. this man is DESPERATE. ugh his yearning ! and when his true, more childish personality starts to come out?? slightly bratty pampered sub fr. pillow princess type beat.
NO BECAUSE YOU SEE IT TOO!!. jinshi is soooo sub-coded it physically hurts me. he is desperate for attention, yearning in the most beautifully unhinged way, and the moment that princely front cracks?
instant pampered bratty sub.🙂↔️
he’s been coddled his whole life and it SHOWS—he wants praise, wants to be spoiled, wants to be pinned down and worshipped. the ‘pillow princess’ energy is OFF THE CHARTS. he’s so pretty and he knows it and he’s waiting for someone to put a hand on his throat and say ‘then act like it.’
