⬦ info; fem reader (dom), bickering, whipped jaha, the reader is stealthier than jaha could ever hope to be, they're both lowkey emotionally constipated, begging, grinding, blue balling jaha real, reject canon embrace cringe.
⬦ wc; 2.5k
Jaha Lee is an adult. He has a job, even if unconventional. He has subordinates, even if most of them are incompetent. He even pays with his own money, sometimes. And still, despite all of that, his frontal lobe seems to not have developed enough to know that killing people at 10 p.m. will make him stay up all night.
That's how he finds himself tossing and turning in his bed, burying himself deeper and deeper into his blankets, excitement buzzing in his veins making it impossible to get some needed sleep.
Normally, Jaha is the type of person who goes down quickly and can sleep through a tornado if he wants to. That's what having too many enemies to count and spending most of your childhood years and all your adult life on the edge does to you - you learn to fall and stay asleep wherever, no matter how uncomfortable the place is because that might be the last time you get to get some rest in a long, long time.
The officer of shining light drove that point home just before Jaha fell off that forsaken cliff.
As he turns for the one-hundredth time in the past ten minutes, the sound of very light footsteps (almost as though the person did not wish for Jaha to know of their arrival) startles him, and his body immediately tenses up. Trying to get murdered from time to time is part of his job description, so it's not unusual to have people try to sneak up on him. However, he doesn't usually deal with assassins on the Black Rabbit clan's soil. The many squads patrolling the streets stop them before they have a sliver of a chance to get close to Jaha's or the Generals' quarters.
He closes his eyes and strains his ears, remaining as still as possible to hear what's going on. The walls are relatively thick, so the sound is muffled, but as soon as he hears the exasperated sigh on the other side of the door, he smiles and lets himself relax once more.
There's only one person who would be so brazen as to step foot anywhere near Jaha's quarters and then sigh with so little care and so much annoyance.
It's weird that [Y/N] is visiting at the wee hours of the night, but maybe she's forgotten something in his room or has finally decided to keep her word and murder Jaha like she has promised to do many times. Just to see what [Y/N] does when unsupervised, Jaha settles down and pretends to be fast asleep.
His bedroom door creaks open, and there's a soft sound of feet tiptoeing around the room. Jaha feels a hand pushing his fringe out of the way, and a pair of lips leaving a kiss on his forehead. It's such an innocent, tender touch, and it's so foreign that he has to bite his tongue and muster all his willpower not to make a sound that alerts [Y/N] that he's awake.
The mattress dips on the opposite side to where he's lying down, and he feels a warm weight settling against his chest. The woman settles down, lets out a contented sigh and plants a kiss on Jaha's chest, right next to where his heart is, with an easiness that seems practised like it's not the first time she's doing this.
And it's then and there when Jaha realizes that the woman's night escapades aren't uncommon and they're probably the reason why sometimes he wakes up with the familiar scent of lavender melon clinging to his skin, even though he's slept by himself (or so he thought) and with freshly washed sheets.
It didn't happen often, though, only after the nights when Jaha was too far gone, when the weight of his blade felt light, and the lives lost to it insignificant beyond measure.
It might be because Jaha is a bit enamoured with this woman, but the thought of [Y/N] sneaking into his bedroom just to sleep next to him and then leaving before sunrise just so she doesn't have to be embarrassed about it is painfully endearing.
[Y/N] mutters something in another language under her breath, and it's the first time Jaha has actively regretted not paying more attention to the foreigners who visited his inn back when he was an errand boy. Weirdly, it doesn't sound like an insult, but it also doesn't sound like the confession of undying love that Jaha would like to hear.
Well, there's only one way to find out what the woman said.
He wraps his arms around [Y/N]'s waist, and before she can react, Jaha flips them around so he's hovering on top of the woman. [Y/N] lets out a surprised yelp, and it's music to Jaha's ears.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." [Y/N] snaps too quickly for it to be nothing. "Let me go."
"No." Jaha singsongs, and he leans down to kiss the woman, but the other turns her head at the last second. Jaha settles on kissing her cheek. "It's rude to speak a language I can't understand and then not tell me what you said."
"I said let me go, you brute." [Y/N] repeats, turning her head to glare at Jaha. There's a beat of silence, and when she sees that the taller man isn't moving, she crocks an eyebrow. "Are you deaf?"
"You can already stop pretending you don't like me, you know?"
"Who says I'm pretending?"
"It's very hard to believe you don't like me at least a little bit when you sneak into my room in the middle of the night to cuddle me." Jaha chuckles, and just to drive the point home he leans in again, this time brushing their lips together.
[Y/N] purses her lips but doesn't say anything, so he keeps going. "You have a key to my room." A pause. "And a drawer full of your clothes here. We're basically dat—"
"Okay, shut up, I get it." The woman interrupts, her voice going slightly louder to block Jaha's words. Of course, she doesn't want to hear the word dating. Of course.
Jaha decides to be the bigger person, literally and metaphorically, and rolls onto his side, dragging [Y/N] with him so they're lying down face to face. He takes a moment to properly look at the other and only then notices the dark circles under her eyes and the way that she's blinking like she's fighting to stay awake. She looks exhausted.
"Hard day?"
"Assassins have been up my ass all day." [Y/N] says, and she doesn't explain further, but Jaha doesn't need her to. He understands what it's like to have a target on one's back. "Need to shut down for a bit."
"Stop calling it shutting down; it freaks me out."
"You've been basically fucking a walking assassin magnet for the past however many months, Jaha. Too late to be freaked out now."
Jaha scrunches his nose. "However many months", he thinks.
It's been seven months since we fucked for the first time and at least four since I realized that knowing the weirdly specific way in which you like your tea in the morning and spending my days off either pestering you until you pay attention to me or thinking about you may indicate that we are a bit more than associates with benefits, but we both seem to be deathly allergic to the word lovers and to any conversation regarding feelings and it's driving me insane.
But he's not dumb (or perhaps brave) enough to say that out loud. So he tugs on [Y/N] to bring her closer and buries his face into the other's hair. "Rest."
"In peace." The woman finishes with a stern tone. "Hopefully, I never wake up."
"It's sweet that you wish to stay in my arms forever."
"You know that's not what I meant."
"I know." Jaha concedes with a tired sigh. "Go to sleep."
There's a brief moment of silence, but [Y/N] then pulls back and looks Jaha in the eye.
"You told me to sleep, so now I can't do it." She argues, and the barely-there pout on her lips makes Jaha want to kiss her more than he's wanted anything in his life.
"It's a pride thing." She helpfully explains when she sees the dumbfounded expression on Jaha's face.
"Then stop being stubborn."
"Never."
The ravenette dramatically sighs in defeat and brings a hand to massage the side of his head. "You're going to do the opposite of what I ask you to just to be difficult, correct?"
"Correct."
"So how about..." Jaha starts, and he taps a finger to his lips like he's thinking. "You don't kiss me?"
"You're fucking dumb if you think I'm going to fall for that." The woman says, and she closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath like she's trying really hard not to hit Jaha over the head with a blunt object. "I can't believe you managed to become a clan leader. One would imagine you need more than one brain cell to be capable enough."
"One would also imagine that you need to be taller than three inches, but here we are."
He's barely finished speaking when the woman is already barking out a reply. "I'm going to kill you while you sleep."
"I'd love to see you try." Jaha chuckles, and there's something about the fact that the woman would indeed have a chance at besting him in a fight that makes him feel giddy. "Don't do it while I'm asleep though, I want to enjoy it."
"You're a fucking weirdo."
"I'm your fucking weirdo."
[Y/N] only rolls her eyes and huffs, and Jaha takes the opportunity to shove one of his hands under the woman's shirt. He's met with warm, soft skin, and he lets his fingers travel across [Y/N]'s taut stomach until he reaches the waistband of her pants. He hooks his fingers on the fabric, silently asking for permission.
"For fuck's sake, Jaha..." The woman whispers with irritation lacing her tone, but she leans way too much into the touch for someone who's complaining about it. "You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."
He unhooks his fingers from the fabric and lets his hand wander to grab [Y/N]'s ass. He squeezes, relishing in the way it makes the other squirm. As [Y/N] lets out a small gasp, Jaha leans in and bites her lower lip, gaining him a small whine. The ravenette almost smiles into the kiss, because [Y/N] might whine and complain, but she always responds so easily to his touch.
Without breaking the kiss, [Y/N] pushes him onto his back and climbs on Jaha's lap. She pulls back ever so slightly, and Jaha feels one of her hands grab his face. She forces his mouth open by pressing a thumb to his lower lip, and Jaha goes pliant under her touch, the only thought that runs through his head being, "Please spit in my mouth, please, please, please."
Instead, like she's reading Jaha's mind and refuses to give him what he wants, the woman takes her fingers out, leans in and shoves her tongue inside Jaha's mouth.
Jaha's mind is half-hazed as he sucks on the other's tongue like his life depends on it, and there's a buzz in his veins that has nothing to do with the copious amounts of murdering he's done that day. He holds [Y/N]'s hips in place and grinds up into her, managing to get a choked-out moan from her.
[Y/N] leans back, the moonlight coming from the window hitting her just right, and Jaha gets a view that he wants to keep in his memory forever - [Y/N]'s cheeks have a rosy flush to them, her lips are spit-slick and bitten red. The familiar sensation of wanting to wreck and be wrecked in return starts to bubble up under Jaha's skin.
Instead of taking Jaha's mouth again, [Y/N] blinks a few times and yawns, and it's a bit of a blow to Jaha's ego. The ravenette almost whines when [Y/N] leans back and props herself up on her knees, lessening the pressure from the one place where Jaha so desperately needs it. She takes both of Jaha's hands off her thighs, leaves them to rest on top of Jaha's clothed crotch, taps the back twice, like saying there you go, and clumsily climbs off of him.
Jaha's mouth falls open. "You're going to leave me like this?"
"Yes? I'm tired." The woman deadpans, and she shuffles to lie on her side, her back to Jaha. "You're a big boy, you can take care of yourself."
His dick twitches at the words big boy, and he looks down at the problem at hand. He realistically could take care of it, jerk himself off and call it a day, but what's the point if it's not her making him cum?
"You're really going to blue ball me?" He huffs as he lamely pulls on the fabric of his pants to release some of the pressure. It does nothing to help.
"You blue balled yourself."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Life doesn't make sense sometimes, Jaha." [Y/N] argues, and she dismissively waves a hand around. "Grow up."
Seeing that he's not getting any, Jaha lies back down on the pillow with a defeated sigh - it already smells like [Y/N], and that small fact shouldn't squeeze his heart the way it does. He takes a few deep breaths, letting his heartbeat go back to normal, and makes a mental note to make [Y/N] take care of all this pent-up frustration the next time he has her on his bed.
"To be honest, it's not the first time I've had to talk myself out of a boner because of you." He confesses with such nonchalance, eyes fixed on the back of [Y/N]'s head. "So I have practice."
[Y/N] turns her head, and even in the dim light, Jaha can see the furrowing of her eyebrows. He reaches a hand to smooth it out and considers it a step in the right direction when he's not pushed away or gets some of his fingers bitten off.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well—" Jaha helpfully starts, but the woman decides she doesn't actually want to hear about all the ways Jaha's so pathetically whipped for her, and stops him. "Actually, never mind. Don't even tell me."
Jaha unceremoniously hums. "I thought you wanted to know?"
She pauses for a moment and lets out a scoff that sounds way too much like a laugh. Proudly, Jaha makes a mental note of adding "making [Y/N] laugh when she's in such a bad mood" to his list of personal accomplishments.
"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep."
Jaha knows that if he asks for a goodnight kiss, he will get either a zap or a knee to his crotch, so he takes it upon himself to reach two fingers and delicately lift [Y/N]'s chin. He leans in, taking his time to kiss the woman properly without the heat of their previous kiss. And maybe he's hallucinating, maybe he's been awake for too long, but he can feel [Y/N] melt at the touch. He pulls back with a last chaste peck and smiles at the woman in his arms.
"Goodnight, [Y/N]."
"Go to hell, Jaha."
Jaha chuckles, and just because he can get away with it, he plants a kiss on [Y/N]'s forehead. "I'll see you there."
OMG I really loved your yi zaha content . Can you please make a fluff oneshot of him
[Y/N] has a problem, you see. It is a very big, very difficult problem, and it involves one raven-haired martial artist and the fact that their heart beats a tad bit too quickly when news of the man reaches their ears. Or when the man talks to them. Or when the man—
Whenever Jaha Lee was in a 10-meter radius, really.
See, this was an extremely large problem, because Jaha, like the bastard he is, was becoming too much of a distraction for them.
How was he being a distraction, you ask?
Well, [Y/N] would be happy to rant tell you. Firstly, whenever there was a commotion outside, [Y/N] would instantly get distracted and just have to check whether or not it was Jaha creating trouble again, which was a far cry from before, back when they just went about their days not caring about a thing in the world.
And another thing: the colour red was associated with Jaha far too much. A flash of red could appear in the corner of [Y/N]'s eyes, and they just couldn't help but glance at it to see if it was the man, and ignore the sag of their shoulders when they confirmed it wasn't. It wasn't fair, really. Jaha shouldn't be going around spilling blood everywhere. His violent tendencies didn't do good things for [Y/N]'s heart.
...
[Y/N] lied. Jaha shouldn't stop. Jaha's fighting abilities were too attractive.
And there exactly lies the problem. Jaha's sword skills were beautiful, Jaha himself was beautiful, and [Y/N] had no choice but to confront a problem they weren't ready for; to answer a question that they had absolutely none of the answers to.
[Y/N] blinked, going through their train of thought once more before they pursed their lips, feeling a sort of second-hand offence for what they had just thought. Jaha wasn't just beautiful. Honestly, [Y/N] could look through a thesaurus and they still wouldn't be able to find a word good enough to describe Jaha and how perfect he was.
[Y/N] sat in his chambers and stared blankly.
Before they knew it, they held a thesaurus in their hands.
Then they slammed the book against their head without hesitation.
Oh my god, they were so screwed.
After a few moments of [Y/N] laying flat on the floor with the book over their face, the doors to their chambers burst open, and in comes Hongshin with her signature smile. "Dinner's rea— what are you doing?" She stared blankly at [Y/N].
"I might just challenge Jaha to a death match."
Hongshin sighed. This wasn't the first time she stumbled upon [Y/N] dramatizing the hell out of their feelings for Jaha. "Absolutely do not do that, you idiot." She moved to grab her friend by the arm and drag them across the floor to the dining area. Along the way, they kept talking about how being killed by Jaha Lee would be a "thank you" worthy act. Hongshin, of course, decided to tune it out.
Once there, [Y/N] stood up with a deep exhale and sat down. They looked around, noticing that their Master was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Jaha?"
Seongtae chimed in. "Said he wanted to eat his dinner outside or something."
And just like that, [Y/N] was back on their feet, setting off to look for Jaha. The first place they thought to look at was the roof—you could always find Jaha cultivating there, and it was a nice and chilly place during the evening. Once they did not find him, they thought of the plum blossom tree residing near the training grounds. Jaha frequented it a lot, so surely he would be there.
And he was; looking far more beautiful than he should have... given his messy hair and bad posture. He was sitting under the tree, with a bowl of rice in hand, eating away with a nonchalant look on his face. The chilly evening wind gave him an almost enchanting appearance as it tousled the man's hair. The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the plum blossoms was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was at times like this that [Y/N] felt their difficulties about having feelings for Jaha melting away and getting weaker to the warmth that they brought. To be able to look at someone, and see them as one's own world was a pleasant feeling. It made one forget about the real world for a brief second.
"You're staring."
"You mind?" [Y/N] asked as they went to sit next to Jaha, legs crisscrossed.
With a mouth full of rice, Jaha mumbled. "No. You look cute."
"What?"
Swallowing his food, he turned to look at [Y/N]. "I said you look like a sack of shit when you do. So yes, I do mind."
There was silence.
"I should start spitting in your food, great brother. More cholesterol would do you good." [Y/N] scoffed, eyebrows furrowing as they looked away from Jaha, focusing their gaze forward.
Jaha's hand, which was moving the chopsticks to his mouth, stopped for a moment. He pursed his lips. That was not what he meant to say. He did not mean it at all. It simply came out on instinct. The moment he heard [Y/N]'s words of confusion, it was as if his mind registered it as disgust and acted out in self-defence. And now there was an awkward silence between them.
He glanced at [Y/N], observing their sullen expression. Why on earth was this bothering him so much? When did he start caring about little things like this? These questions irked the crap out of him, but maybe that's just what happens when you live long enough. Everything's so damned irksome, and irrational.
Finally, he brought the chopsticks to his mouth. "Do that and I'll kill you." His eyes furrowed as he chewed, realizing what he just said. Why on God's green earth was he threatening them now? Did he have any control over his mouth? He felt like screaming.
Quickly, trying to regain control of his words, he blurted out. "And besides, aren't you way too close to me?"
"That's because I'm this close to shoving my fist down your throat." [Y/N] muttered, glaring at Jaha, their appearance resembling that of an angry cat. Now this was strange as well. Jaha didn't feel disrespected, not in the slightest. Rather, he felt amused, thrilled even to have [Y/N] talk to him like this.
Nobody could tell whether they were flirting or fighting right now.
"Oh, I'd love to see you try." Jaha urged them on, leaning in closer as he smirked, his bowl of rice now seated beside him. [Y/N] observed him momentarily, before a smirk graced their features. With swift motions they placed their hands behind them on the concrete, and moved their upper body slightly up, their leg going for Jaha's throat. Their movements were quick and precise, and only because Jaha was Jaha did he evade them, leaning back just enough to let [Y/N]'s leg miss him entirely. Pressing their body weight on their hands seated behind them on the concrete, they did a backflip, now standing up before Jaha with a wide smile.
"Dodging? That's all?"
Jaha smiled slightly, and in an instant he found himself behind [Y/N], reaching out his hand towards them, but to his surprise, they ducked before leaping further away from Jaha.
"Now look who's dodging."
"It's more shameful for you since you're supposed to be the leader of this sect, great brother." [Y/N] held their hands behind their back, snickering at the sight of the slight contortion of Jaha's eyebrows. "But regardless... aren't you missing something?" They moved one hand from behind their back, revealing Jaha's red hair tie draped over their fingers. Jaha's eyes widened slightly, his hand instinctively moving behind his head to touch his hair, only to realize that his hair was swaying freely behind him. He focused his gaze back on [Y/N], who was standing before him with a triumphant smile.
His heart skipped a beat.
"How did you..."
[Y/N] chuckled. "It'd take hours to explain."
Jaha would listen to them for hours.
He quickly moved his feet, reaching for the hair tie in [Y/N]'s hands, only to see their hand move away from his reach, and their entire body along with it. Their robes being rocked by the subtle waft made each of their moves seem elegant, which spurred Jaha even more. This wasn't a serious battle. It was not a showcase of strength; it was more of a dance being guided by the swaying winds. Each of their movements through the roofs of the place, the branches, and the bases guided their bodies closer to each other in a chase of longing. This was never about the ribbon, but combat was the language they spoke the best, so how else would they ever showcase their desire for one another?
Their gazes locked as they moved with precision. Jaha always wondered what crossed their mind whenever they looked at him in such a candid way.
"Great brother, is the food you ate slowing you down?"
A flicker of amusement danced in Jaha's eyes. "I'm merely humouring your fickle attempts at evading me." His body was close to theirs as they moved on top of a roof, his chest meeting [Y/N]'s as Jaha moved his feet quicker, purposely placing a foot behind theirs so they'd fall over on their back, but Jaha was quick to catch them, his hand placed intimately over their back as he gazed into their eyes.
It was the beating of their hearts that made it seem as though time stopped. Jaha's free hand rested on theirs, sliding the ribbon past their fingers. "Caught you."
A single question ran through Jaha's mind. Why them? Why after all these years, after two lifetimes, after hundreds of people met, did he fall for them? Why not for all the others? What made them so different from everyone else before them?
But it was simple.
Why would he choose anyone else when [Y/N] exists?
Seeing the slight shift in [Y/N]'s gaze, he wasn't certain whether it was disdain or reciprocation of his unspoken feelings, so he decided to pull away, steadying them back on their feet as he shifted his gaze to the side.
"Good effor—"
Before he could finish speaking, [Y/N]'s hands were cupping his face, and his gaze was turned back on theirs.
"What a coward." They said through flushed cheeks and slightly furrowed brows. Their lips met his in a tender kiss. Without much thought Jaha's hands found themselves behind [Y/N]'s back, pulling them closer. He touched them, and it felt as if the stars were dancing upon their skin. It was a collision of desire, a meeting of souls, as their mouths moved in a synchronized rhythm. Their kiss was both tender and fervent, a passionate dance of exploration. They lost themselves in the intoxicating taste and texture of each other as if discovering a long-lost treasure.
Their bodies pressed closer, their hearts pounding in sync with the fervour of their embrace. [Y/N]'s fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that burned through their veins. Jaha let out a low groan at the tug of his hair. He pulled away slightly, breaking the string of saliva which connected their lips for a mere moment. He smiled.
"You're eager."
"And you're without your ribbon once again." With a playful grin, they moved away from Jaha, showcasing his ribbon tangled between their fingers once more. "Catch me again and I may consider rewarding you again."
Jaha wasted no time in going after them once more, his soft laughter filling the moonlit sky. He didn't mind catching them again, and again, for as many times as he had to, if it meant that they'd stay in his arms for just a moment longer.
⬦ info; mongjaha, established relationship, voyeurism, first time, thigh riding, dry humping, masturbation, nipple play, v v consensual, clothed sex, jaha has an oral fixation confirmed, demisexual jaha???
⬦ wc; 3k
Like most things in life, Jaha has absolutely no idea how he got himself into this position.
It started with drinks before Mongrang concluded that his lap was too empty and decided to haul the ravenette onto it. Just like that, Jaha's entire focus on the conversation had faded into oblivion. Somehow, Jaha has learnt to adjust to the physical affection Mongrang needs in a relationship.
In the beginning, when Jaha was still getting used to the flurry of moths scattered in the pits of his belly whenever Mongrang so much as came into his field of vision, even the slightest of touches like the brush of his knuckle against his cheek would make his skin buzz with electricity so bright it was blinding. Even now, as Mongrang's hand travels up and down his back, goosebumps erupt all over the pores of his skin and sitting comfortably is no longer an option.
Giving up on listening to whatever petulant story Mongrang was recounting, Jaha sighed in annoyance, and turned around, straddling Mongrang's thighs.
"You're annoying." Jaha spits without the usual malice. It comes out softer than he wants it to, which makes it a little humiliating — who knew two months of being in a committed relationship would water him down into this softie figure.
"You're enjoying it." Mongrang states.
Jaha doesn't argue. It's hard to do so when Mongrang's right. The other's hands grip his waist, and Jaha has to inhale sharply to hide the hitch in his breath. The other notices anyway, if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by. "Like what you see?"
"Shut up." Jaha narrows his eyes, putting on his best act of annoyance. Inside, though, Jaha's somewhat glad that getting into a relationship with a man — Mongrang, of all people — didn't change much between them.
The brunet laughs, reaching up to cup Jaha's face. Jaha relaxes in his hold, even allowing himself to lean into the warmth of his palm. After a moment or two, he begins eyeing Mongrang's lips intensely, trying to telepathically convey to him that he would very much like Mongrang to kiss him.
It's still hard to initiate sometimes. It's not so much his pride as it is his fear of rejection, which is ridiculous considering they've been in a relationship for weeks; Jaha shouldn't still be this fearful, for lack of a better word.
Mongrang gets the hint, though. He smiles sweetly as he tilts Jaha's face downwards and presses his lips against his. The ravenette reciprocates embarrassingly quickly, pushing himself forward as he places his hands on Mongrang's shoulders to stabilize himself.
The other prods his tongue against his bottom lip, and Jaha understands the unspoken invitation of prying open his lips and he allows the entrance. He sighs against his lips, hands languidly travelling up to leave his imprints on the back of Mongrang's neck.
Honestly, Jaha's seen so many people kiss in his lifetime, and yet he never understood why people were so adamant about it. Now he understands. It should be a crime for something like pressing lips against lips, and tongues against tongues to feel this good.
It doesn't take long for the kiss to get heated; it never did with them. Jaha tugs on the strands of hair on the back of Mongrang's neck and presses himself closer, desperate heat flushing his body red. The other reciprocates the energy, tugging at his waist to pull Jaha closer. It wouldn't have been a problem if Jaha wasn't painfully sensitive. He lets out a tiny sound against Mongrang's lips, halfway between a moan and a groan.
Mongrang pulls away, laughter already dancing across his lips. Jaha knows he must look completely ragged — from a simple make-out session, no less. Before Mongrang can pull away completely, Jaha leans his head on his shoulder and pants against it, lips fluttering over the other man's skin.
"Look at you blushing like a virgin." Mongrang coos mockingly, as he usually does. Now, in the general run of things, this would prompt some crude remark from Jaha, but he stays silent today, merely shifting slightly on Mongrang's lap to take the pressure off of his crotch. The brunet pauses in where he's running his hands along Jaha's sides. "Are you actually?"
Jaha shuts his eyes, letting a defeated breath escape his mouth. "So what?"
It's not something Jaha likes discussing with people. He's spent his life (both of them, actually) completely unperturbed by anyone. He's never felt even an inch of romance or sexual desire towards anyone, and none was felt back towards him. Not even when he was still a teenager working at the inn, but even then, he was far too puerile to think about sexual attraction.
He'd assumed he'd go his entire life without finding someone, but it was not until Mongrang had sauntered into his life with his chin up and cocky attitude that Jaha felt some sort of romantic attraction for the first time.
"I just thought since you were so…" Mongrang trails off, and Jaha presses his lips together.
"Well, I've never liked anyone before." Jaha grumbles. "Not before you. And I don't do things I don't like to do."
"Is that why you never brought up sex?"
"You've never brought it up either." Jaha points out.
"I knew this was your first relationship." Mongrang begins and pokes Jaha's hip. The ravenette exhales into Mongrang's shoulder and pushes his face further into it. "I didn't want to pressure you into doing anything you didn't want to."
Now that makes Jaha stiffen up just a little. Mongrang's been surprisingly attentive, and sweet at times since they started dating, but this... this caught him slightly off guard. Irritatingly cute was what they were together — all cuddled up like this. It made Jaha's heart flutter in that annoying way that only fondness could do. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud — no fucking way.
Thus, he prompted to pull back with a soft scowl on his face, but the other didn't humour him, holding him in place by his waist. "Come on now, don't run away."
"You're annoying." Jaha reiterates.
"We already established that you enjoy it."
Jaha holds back an eye-roll. "Well, you're wrong."
Jaha expects some sort of retort to come out of Mongrang's mouth, but all the other does is frown slightly, his hands moving up Jaha's sides in slow motion. His voice is quiet when he speaks. "Does it scare you or something?"
It sounds mocking, but Jaha knows that somewhere in between the letters, Mongrang is sincerely curious. Jaha shifts closer to him, allowing his entire body's weight to fall back on top of him.
"I just don't understand intimacy." Jaha says plainly. He expects Mongrang to laugh, to make fun of him or something of the sort but he continues to remain silent, focused, merely resuming the reassuring circles he was tracing on his back. "It's probably too late to start understanding it now, anyway."
"No, it isn't." Mongrang reassures. "You're with me, and you took the courage to tell me you like me. You're already doing it, don't you see?"
"That's only a small part of it." Jaha mutters.
"Yeah, well, we all start somewhere, right? No need to rush. You can't suddenly acquire all the skills of being a good boyfriend." Mongrang says before pausing. "Doesn't apply to me though, I'm perfect."
"You're horrifying." Jaha deadpans. He then resumes his position of hiding in Mongrang's neck. Absentmindedly, he plays with the fabric of the man's clothes. "Can we try doing it?"
Mongrang smiles, unbeknownst to Jaha. "Doing what?"
The ravenette stays silent for a moment, gathering his wits to answer properly. "Sex, or something."
Mongrang practically beams at this. "Of course."
Jaha exhales. "How do we even start?"
"Getting demotivated already?" Mongrang asks. In turn, Jaha grits his teeth in annoyance. Outside the room, there's chatter. The noise calms him down somewhat, having to sit in silence while having this conversation would have been humiliating.
"I'm not, I just don't know."
There's a momentary silence between them.
"Wanna try something?" Mongrang asks. The tone of his voice sends a shiver down Jaha's spine.
"Depends." He whispers. Mongrang grins before he's cupping the other's face and kissing his lips all at once. Jaha makes a sound at the back of his throat when Mongrang licks into his mouth. He breathes into the warm area, head spinning with unfamiliar desire. Blood rushes south so quickly that he's afraid he'll pass out.
Mongrang pulls away and a string of saliva connects their mouths. "How do you usually jerk off?"
"What?" Jaha asks, appalled at the question, and though his voice comes out as harsh, it's lacking its usual bite. He's far too taken aback and kissed out to appear threatening.
"How do you usually jerk off?" Mongrang repeats. Jaha bites his lip. Oddly, he trusts the other man with this information.
"I don't like touching myself." Jaha says slowly. The other nods, like there's nothing wrong with that. It makes him feel normal; it's nice. "It feels a bit wrong to touch myself. So usually, if I want to get off, I just…" He pauses. "I hump a pillow."
Mongrang is silent for a moment before he's surging forward to kiss Jaha again. He groans into Jaha's mouth and doesn't even flinch when their teeth knock together from the force. The kiss is so brutish that Jaha almost feels embarrassed to be taking part in it. Almost.
The next time they separate, Mongrang whispers against his lips. "That's so fucking hot."
Jaha feels his ears get hot.
"Wanna do something similar?" Mongrang asks. "You can hump my thigh."
Jaha opens his mouth before closing it again. His breath hitches and all he's capable of doing is nodding his head.
Usually (which isn't even that often at all), when Jaha is jerking off, all he really thinks about is Mongrang anyway. This was like, a nice extension. It wasn't anything too intense either. Maybe Mongrang was a genius after all — he wasn't all just talk.
Mongrang shuffles to the side to allow Jaha to straddle just one thigh for easier access. What he wasn't prepared for, however, was Mongrang hitching his knee up and pressing his thigh against the growing bulge on Jaha's crotch.
"Ah," Jaha lets out a quiet moan, head drooping as Mongrang continues pressing into it with his thigh, going in circles. "Wait."
Mongrang immediately stops his ministrations, his hands quickly flying to Jaha's waist to support him. "What's wrong?"
"Can you…" Jaha lifts his head, looking down at Mongrang's lips. The brunet doesn't hesitate, quickly reaching over to connect their lips. Jaha sighs into his mouth, feeling much more in the zone when he's busy making out with Mongrang like this.
Subconsciously, perhaps his desire had finally gotten too much because his hips moved of their own accord, and he ground down onto Mongrang's thigh, a moan escaping his lips directly after the action. It was good. Mongrang's thigh was hard and stable, unlike Jaha's pillow, and the warmth radiating from him was so human. It was slightly terrifying, but the pleasure cancelled it out, and soon, Jaha was simply humping down onto Mongrang's thigh like a dog in heat, with noises spilling out from his lips every few seconds.
The kiss turns sloppy as Jaha fails to keep the noises suppressed in his throat. The pressure against his clothed dick was so wildly hot. It rose up in waves, and his toes curled with the pleasure. He pants into Mongrang's mouth, sweat forming in beads at the back of his neck.
"I'm going to touch you, okay?" Mongrang asks when they break apart, and Jaha nods in response, the words barely registering in his head through the haze of pleasure. It's only when Mongrang's cold fingertips pinch the buds of his nipples that he whines, effectively pulling away from their kiss. Mongrang, encouraged by the response, immediately drags Jaha's shirt up until it's above his nipples before diving underneath it enthusiastically to wrap his lips around one of the buds.
"Fuck, fuck- Mongrang." Jaha pants, moans spilling from his lips as the movement of his hips turns erratic. Heat flows downwards, rippling through his entire body until all he can do is throw his head back as his body trembles.
"Mongrang..." Jaha warns before he's cumming into his boxers, whines following suit. He pants and squirms, tugging at the other to leave his sensitive chest alone before he starts shaking like a leaf.
Mongrang gives his nipples one final lick before he emerges and faces Jaha. He licks his lips as his eyes travel all over Jaha's face. "Did you come?"
"No fucking shit." Jaha groans, feeling the stickiness inside his pants. It isn't pleasant, but Jaha would argue it was worth it.
"Aw, you were so cute just before. Now that you've gotten what you want out of me, you're just going to return to being your usual grumpy self?" Mongrang asks, tilting his head innocently — the act would've been slightly more believable if his hair wasn't tousled in every direction and if his lips weren't slick with spit.
"Shut it." Jaha murmurs before pausing, settling on Mongrang's lap. "You haven't come."
"Very considerate of you to notice that," Mongrang nods, speaking sarcastically. Jaha purses his lips as he eyes the bulge in the other's pants.
"You don't have to help if you don't want to." Mongrang says quietly. Jaha presses his lips together, hating that Mongrang can read him this well. It's not that he doesn't want to; it's just that he already has trouble with touching his own dick; he isn't so arrogant as to think that he can jerk someone else off. "I can take care of it in the shower."
"You can do it here instead." Jaha blurts out before he can stop himself. "I wanna watch."
Mongrang's mouth opens, and he's left gaping like a fish for a long second. "For real?"
"I mean, if you're so reluctant, then—"
"No — of course I'll do it." Mongrang says quickly, his tone amused, but there is urgency in his movements as if he's afraid that Jaha will go back on his words. And that just goes to show how well Mongrang knows him because Jaha would've likely retracted his suggestion if Mongrang didn't go along with it immediately.
He hooks his fingers under the waistband and swiftly pulls his pants down just enough to be able to take out his cock. Jaha watches his fingers as they pull out his length. He's always had a peculiar obsession with Mongrang's hands. But he couldn't be blamed, not when they were so long, skinny, and bigger than Jaha's.
Jaha stiffens up just a little when Mongrang scoops up some of the pre and lathers it up over his dick as lube. His jaw falls open ever so slightly, and he watches as Mongrang plays with himself, his strokes long and thorough, as if he's savouring it.
His dick looks objectively nice, like a dick — Jaha doesn't really know what else to compare it with. Mongrang moans, a soft sound that spills from his lips when he twists his wrist in a particular way. Jaha doesn't even realise he's staring so hard until he finally lifts his head up to look the other in the eye.
To his surprise, Mongrang wasn't even looking down in the first place, he'd been staring at Jaha the whole, entire time. The back of Jaha's neck flushes, discomfited that he'd been caught watching the other so intensely, but it's hard not to be mesmerised when he's so pretty.
"Do you want me to do anything?" Jaha asks, and Mongrang groans, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back.
"No, just sit there, okay?" The brunet says as his hand speeds up. He inhales sharply before his eyes fly open again, and he's making eye contact with Jaha. Unable to handle the pressure of his stare, Jaha turns to look down at where Mongrang's still pumping his cock, now moving faster. He thinks he's aware of when Mongrang starts becoming close because his stomach starts to tighten, and the moans that spill out from his mouth increase in volume. His hips thrust upwards, but the movement is restrained from where Jaha is still straddling his lap.
It makes heat rise up Jaha's body as desire boils in his lower belly. Restless, Jaha shifts in his seat.
"Jaha..." Mongrang gasps. The ravenette looks at the other, biting his lip at the bright red face that he's greeted with. "Jaha, ngh, coming—"
Jaha feels his mouth go dry at the words, quickly darting his eyes down just in time to see Mongrang's abdomen tighten and then loosen before white spurts of cum spill onto his abs.
"Oh." Jaha breathes. Reaching out slowly, he touches Mongrang's cum and spreads it over his skin. He doesn't get far before Mongrang grabs his wrist.
"Don't." Mongrang warns. "I'll get hard again."
Jaha purses his lips, nodding his head obediently and retracting his hand.
"Looks like someone else is hard, too." Mongrang says teasingly. The dark look in his eyes has vanished, and Jaha scoffs. He pushes himself off of the man.
"You're imagining it." Jaha mutters.
"Uh-huh." Mongarng nods, unconvinced.
Jaha ignores him. "I'm going to take a shower." He tells him.
"Mm." Mongrang hums. "Can I join you?"
Jaha doesn't answer, merely moving towards the bathroom. Mongrang follows anyway.
"Was it okay?" The brunet asks, voice much softer now, no trace of teasing.
Jaha ponders it for a moment.
"Yeah." He finally says. "Better than okay, I think."
Mongrang laughs behind him. "Finally ready to admit that maybe I am the perfect boyfriend?" He asks as he reaches out to grab ahold of Jaha's waist.
The other rolls his eyes, but he doesn't push Mongrang away. In fact, he leans into the touch.
Pairing: Jaha Lee x Reader
WC: 6.2k
Tags: Eventual smut, semi-public smut.
Prompt: Modern (Band) AU
"Fucking hell, you're messing up the tempo."
Jaha looked up from where he was hunched over one of his guitars, locking eyes with [Y/N]. "I'm not."
"You are." She frowned, plucking at the strings of her own. Pushing herself up with one hand, she readjusted her position on the floor so her back propped against the drum set behind her. "You're going too fast."
"I'm not." Jaha repeated, eyes shifting to the guitar in his hands. He settled his gaze upon one of the googly-eyed stickers on it. It was a sticker [Y/N] got him a few weeks ago—a googly-eyed rabbit. He's grown unusually fond of it, albeit at the moment it was the most irritating thing to look at.
"You're forgetting who's the teacher here."
"And you're forgetting who's in a band, and who isn't."
[Y/N] huffed. Jaha was the one in a band, and she was a mere fan... well, a childhood friend—turned guitar instructor—turned fan. [Y/N] rolled her eyes. "And who got you into this band, hm?"
"Shut it."
"You shut it." She muttered, grabbing a drumstick from the floor before chucking it across the room at Jaha, who quickly ducked with a mocking laugh.
"Dokgo will kill you if you lose his sticks, you dumbass."
"Good." Huffing, [Y/N] put both hands back on her guitar, positioning her fingers on the frets. "I'd rather die than have to keep helping you practise." She played a few chords experimentally as she spoke before looking back up at Jaha.
Jaha rolled his eyes. "If you stopped being such a prissy bitch we would've already been done with today."
"I'm not a... prissy bitch."
Jaha hummed, shifting his fingers on the strings. [Y/N]'s eyes followed the movement and the way Jaha's expression quickly turned into a smirk. "That's what a prissy bitch would say."
"Bastard." She scowled. "Bitch is an offensive word, anyway."
"Yeah, offensive to you."
"Oh my–" [Y/N] cut herself off with a sigh. "Can we just finish? I'm tired." She mumbled as her fingers flew over her guitar in a blur, quickly playing a sped-up version of the riff they were practising. Jaha glared at the woman.
"Fucking show off."
She laughed triumphantly. "You're just mad you're not as good as me."
"Quit kissing your own ass." Jaha enunciated, his eyes drifting back to his guitar. The sticker pissed him off even more right now. "And let's start from the beginning."
The woman nodded, keeping up her jubilant smirk. Experimentally playing the first few chords, Jaha set the pace. After a few beats, he began to quietly hum the lyrics, his voice getting louder at the chorus as [Y/N] watched him intently before starting the riff.
It was their best run-through yet—[Y/N]'s hand started to cramp as she changed chords too many times too quickly, but she pushed through, wincing slightly. This was one of the few reasons she wasn't in any band and instead kept her hobby strictly a hobby—her hands weren't suited for professional playing, even though she had the desire and the passion.
[Y/N] stopped her part (which wasn't hers as she wasn't in the band) as Jaha played his guitar solo, and [Y/N]'s gaze locked onto the way his fingers moved so fast against the frets and plucked the strings, playing the riff perfectly. He was good—he was great, and [Y/N] knew that even though she'd never admit it. Deep down, she envied him. The fact that he, who only started playing because she asked him to was in a band, but she wasn't. It gnawed at her heart most nights. Her hand trembled slightly as she cleared her throat quietly and snapped back out of her trance, helping him finish off the song.
They played the last part, and Jaha furrowed his brows in concentration as he finished. Sitting in silence, they looked at each other.
"That was good." [Y/N] said, taking her hands off the guitar. As she did, the cramp flared up again, and she clutched at her wrist with a grimace. "Shit—"
"You okay?" Jaha's voice sounded uncharacteristically soft at that moment. Looking over, she saw Jaha's concerned gaze, which made her heart race for a split moment. "Fucking hand cramp."
"Again?" Jaha grimaced. The woman nodded, biting her lower lip in discomfort, and Jaha quickly placed his guitar down before crawling over.
"Give it." He took her hand in his own larger one, gently spreading [Y/N]'s fingers as she hissed in pain. Massaging out the muscle, he pressed hard at her palm.
"Motherfu—..." [Y/N] bit down on her lower lip even harder as the pain shot through her wrist, before slowly subsiding. She was unusually pain intolerant when it came to hand cramps. She gasped, fingers twitching as relief flooded through her hand. "Dammit..."
Keeping his eyes on the woman's hand, Jaha parted his lips to speak. "Better?" [Y/N] gave a nod and a hum. Jaha's touch lingered on her hand for a moment longer, before his eyes travelled up to meet the woman's face. He was too close.
"You—" His expression hardened again before he sighed. "Quit doing that." He moved his thumb to brush over her lower lip. "You're going to split your lip open and bleed out."
Her breath almost hitched as she felt his touch on her lip, though she quickly composed herself, moving her head back, away from his hand. "That doesn't even make sense."
"Knowing you, you'd be the first to set a record for the dumbest way to bleed out." He hesitantly moved his hand away, almost as though he didn't wish to before backing away completely.
[Y/N] scowled before sighing. "Anyway, how do you not get cramps?" She shook her hand off as she asked. "You play harder stuff most of the time."
Jaha shrugged. "Dunno. Guess I'm just good with my fingers."
[Y/N] stared at him, her gaze travelling down to his long fingers. She felt a warmth pool in her stomach. "Yeah." She muttered quietly before shifting her eyes back down to her hand.
There was a momentary silence between the two as Jaha began placing his stuff back in its place. As he did so, he glanced over at [Y/N], who was still sitting on the floor, gazing down at her hand. He felt his heart ache for a split second as he observed her expression. Her eyebrows were drawn together in a stubborn furrow, creating a distinct line across her forehead. Her eyes, detached and muted, fixated on the skin she was picking at around her thumb.
He knew no words could comfort her, but the least he could do was reach out. "Any plans after this?"
She looked up to find him standing in front of her, his eyes scrutinizing her. "Oh, no." She quickly stood up, handing him her guitar so he could put it back into its rightful place.
"Let's go to the mall then."
She blinked a few times, drawing out the silence between them. "Why? Need something?"
Jaha cleared his throat, trying his hardest to keep eye contact. "Sunglasses." He said bluntly, albeit it was a lie. If he had told her that she seemed upset, and that's why he invited her out, she would've refused to go, but lying for such a reason didn't make him feel any less awkward.
"Sooo... you need my genius fashion advice?" She grinned, placing one hand on her hip.
"Alright. Forget it." He walked past her, going towards the door. The woman giggled as she followed him.
"Learn to take a joke, Jaha."
"Learn to stop being one."
The woman let out a dramatic gasp, jogging up to Jaha who was, for some reason, walking way too fast at the moment. She clutched her shirt where her heart was in a theatrical way. "Woah, low blow, low blow, low blow."
"You talk too much." He murmured as he picked up his skateboard.
"But you love listening to me talk." The woman spoke in a way that told Jaha that she was teasing, but he couldn't deny that statement either way. He simply huffed as he walked out of the studio with his skateboard in tow under his armpit.
"I thought we were heading to the mall?"
Jaha glanced at her before placing the skateboard down and positioning one foot on top of it. "We are."
"So what's with the board?"
"You can walk while I skate." He smirked before pushing himself forward and skating off further ahead.
The woman's mouth went slightly agape as she watched him. "You fucker..." She murmured. She was about to jog up to him once more but decided against it. After a few moments, Jaha made a U-turn and skated back up to [Y/N], stopping in front of her with a smirk.
"Hey." He gazed down at her shorter form. "Wanna try?"
"Skating?"
Jaha nodded. "Yeah."
"I can't." She hesitated, gazing down at the board on the ground. "I'll fall."
"I'll catch you." Jaha spoke as he moved his foot off the board, and moved to stand closer to [Y/N], placing his hand on her forearm.
She paused, contemplating it briefly before nodding, without actually having done any contemplating. "If I break something, it's your fault."
Giving her a grin, Jaha slightly tightened his grip around her forearm, dragging her further ahead so she was closer to the board.
"Step on." he said, gesturing to it. [Y/N] hesitantly did, wobbling a bit. She grabbed onto Jaha's shoulder, holding it firmly as the other touched her elbow to steady her. "Okay, good."
"Now... what?"
Jaha touched one of her legs, hands brushing against her bare skin. [Y/N] suppressed a shudder as she moved it into the right position. "You're gonna wanna use that leg to push yourself along, and then place it back onto the board in that position."
"I'll fall." She repeated, fingers digging into Jaha's shoulders harder.
"Don't be a pussy, and you won't fall." His words were terse, but his touch was gentle as he held [Y/N]'s hand. Nonetheless, [Y/N] glared at him. Jaha gave her hand a squeeze, giving her a strangely reassuring smile which made the woman look away. "Go on."
She sighed, following the man's instructions. Jaha walked along with her as she skated slowly, tightening her grip on his hand every time she wobbled.
He watched fondly as he spoke with a smile. "You're getting it." [Y/N] looked over, and as she did she lost balance slightly. Jaha reached out before she could fall, placing a strong hand on her waist to stop her. "Keep going."
The woman pushed on, finding it difficult to concentrate. The fingers on her waist briefly tightened each time she was poised to fall, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling. She hated this. The way the softness of his touch on her hand and waist made her feel. The way he was so extremely close to her. The way he smelled like a man. The way he sounded so husky right next to her ear. Everywhere she could feel his presence was on fire. Her whole body was burning up. She absolutely detested this. Screw whoever thought that putting her in this situation would be a great idea.
"Doing so well." Jaha breathed. His face was ridiculously close to [Y/N]'s, and she felt hot air hit her neck as he spoke. She pushed along again, and Jaha continued. "Yeah, just like that."
"Stop dirty talking into my ear." The woman hissed, shoving him away with her arm. The force of it pushed her back, and the board slipped from under her as Jaha let go. She fell to the hard ground, elbows scraping on the slightly rough surface. "Ow—"
Sitting up, she twisted her elbow around to see a slight graze.
"Shit, you good?" Jaha came up to her, kneeling down to take hold of her arm.
"My ass hurts more, dickface."
"You're the one who pushed me." Jaha retorted, staring at her incredulously.
"Because you were, fucking, all like, 'Oh yeah... just like that', and—" Jaha slapped a hand over her mouth to stop the lewd string of moans after noticing a few people giving them looks. Usually, he wouldn't give a shit if someone was staring, but for some reason, he didn't want anyone to hear [Y/N] like that, not even when the noises she was making weren't genuine.
"Okay, I get it." He said, forcing down a laugh. "I didn't sound like that, though."
[Y/N] pushed his hand away. "Yeah, you were worse."
Jaha stood up, kicking up his board before catching it with his hand. Pulling the woman to her feet, he smiled. "How's your arm?"
"Just a scratch." The woman frowned, rubbing at it. As she did, she noticed how hard Jaha was trying to control his smile, almost as though he was stifling laughs. Then the realization hit her.
"You— You did that on purpose!"
At long last, Jaha let out a series of laughs. "Sorry, I—" He breathed in after a few more chuckles. "I couldn't help myself."
"Oh my God, you are a little shit." She kicked his shin lightly, making Jaha giggle even more. A faint blush tainted her cheeks (be it from embarrassment or how Jaha's smile reached his eyes). She huffed softly, beginning to walk away.
Soon enough, they reached the mall, entering it with soft sighs as the cold air hit them, contrasting the scorching heat outside. [Y/N] hummed. "You said you need sunglasses?"
Jaha tilted his head slightly. "Huh?" Then he remembered the lie he had told the woman. "Oh, yeah."
They made their way into a clothes shop, and [Y/N]'s eyes darted around until they landed on a sunglasses rack in the corner. Grabbing Jaha's arm, she pulled him along to it.
"Try these on." She said, picking up a pair of aviators before turning to Jaha. She handed them over, watching as he slid them onto his face to look in the mirror. She nodded in approval. "They look good on you."
Jaha stared in the mirror for a moment, his face stoic, as always. "I look like a douchebag."
"You are a douchebag." The woman smiled, turning to look at him through the reflection in the mirror. "Now you're a chic douchebag."
"They fucking make me look like a high school bully." He curled his lip, taking them off his face from one handle. They bent a bit, and the woman quickly snatched them back to put them on the shelf carefully.
"Weren't you? Back in high school?"
Jaha turned to her, raising his eyebrows. "Me?" He said, pointing to his face. "Is this the face of a bully?"
Scoffing, [Y/N] grabbed another pair, handing them to him. "There's a reason most people are afraid to talk to you."
"On the contrary." He paused for a moment. "I was the one getting beat up back then."
The woman paused before pushing the glasses on Jaha's face. "Did they stick your head in the toilets or shove you into lockers?"
Jaha couldn't help but chuckle softly, positioning the glasses on his face better. "No. I don't think that shit happens."
"If you say so." The woman handed yet another pair of sunglasses to Jaha. "Tell me their names and I'll fuck them up for you."
Rolling his eyes fondly, Jaha batted her away. "Yeah, okay. Not about to send you to your death, [Y/N]." After placing the glasses he had in hand back into their place, Jaha grabbed her face, sliding a pair of sunglasses over her eyes before stepping away.
He nodded. "Perfect."
[Y/N] turned back to the mirror, before turning back to Jaha with a scowl. "Fuck you." She reached up to take the cream-coloured middle-finger frames off her face, but Jaha quickly stopped her.
"I'll pay for them." He said desperately as he tried to hold in a laugh. He grinned as he spoke, and [Y/N] wanted to punch his perfectly straight teeth out. "Sound good?"
Folding her arms, she faced the mirror once more, letting out a sigh. "Fuck you." She repeated but made no attempt to remove them this time.
Jaha chuckled lightly, taking them off her along with his own pair of sunglasses, and they made their way to the counter to pay. He made no attempts at small talk with the cashier whilst [Y/N] stood there, staring at him, and before long they were walking out with a bag in hand.
"Put them on now." Jaha said, reaching in to grab them. His own glasses were perched on top of his head.
"Uh, no. No way in hell am I wearing those in public."
"You could style them." He suggested. He was clearly taunting her again with that snarky smirk on his face.
She stared at the way the frames had two middle fingers up, and she scrunched her nose. "I'll style them up your ass."
"Hm." Jaha smirked, placing the sunglasses on [Y/N]'s head. He was amused at the way the woman made no actual attempt to remove them. "Let's go eat."
[Y/N] felt her heart race. This was starting to seem like a date, rather than a simple outing between friends. Nonetheless, she agreed, and they began walking around the mall, looking for a suitable place to eat at. They walked past multiple restaurants, yet the one that caught Jaha's eye was...
Jaha looked around, eyes landing on a store in the corner of the mall. He halted. "Is that a... dick waffle shop?" He pointed to the bright pink sign.
The woman's mouth went slightly agape. "No fucking way." She laughed, grabbing his hand, and practically dragging him towards it. "Let's go check it out."
"What? Are you—" Before he could refuse and turn around, they had already entered inside. He groaned. "I don't want a dick waffle."
"Tough." The woman smiled as they looked around the 'restaurant'. Loud, obnoxious music played through the speakers that were placed in the corners of the ceiling, and the inside itself was covered in cheap-looking neon signs and plastic dick-shaped objects. Jaha reluctantly allowed himself to be taken to the front counter, and they both peered through the glass cabinet.
"What do you want?" The woman giggled.
"To leave."
She elbowed him in the side, and he stumbled a bit, catching himself on the glass. "Woah, didn't think you'd be so desperate." She mocked the way his hands landed on the glass, making Jaha groan in frustration and quickly step away.
He was glaring at her.
The woman ignored his lack of a response as her eyes drifted back to the waffles. "Anyway, I'll choose for you."
Jaha folded his arms, looking around as [Y/N] decided what to get. "Fucking hell... why is it so expensive?" She complained. "We'll share."
Jaha snapped his head back to look at her. "I'm not sharing a dick waffle with you."
[Y/N] gave him a look from the side. "You want your own?" Jaha was silent at that, and she grinned, turning to the guy at the counter to order; brown hair, and brown eyes—a stark contrast to the colourful dick waffles presented near him.
Jaha walked off to find a table as she ordered—eventually choosing a small corner table for the two of them. It was out of sight from the main part of the shop, which he thought was best. He'd rather not be seen in a place like this.
[Y/N] came over after a while holding a box, and she pulled out her chair to take a seat opposite Jaha. She opened the lid, and they both stared at it.
"That's fucking horrific." Jaha commented, looking back up at the grinning woman. He picked it up, holding it by the stick as white chocolate sauce began to drip down the sides.
"Looks tasty though." She spoke nonchalantly as she watched Jaha twirl it around, trying not to let stuff fall off it.
Jaha was silent for a moment, and then he smirked, locking eyes with the woman. "Open your mouth."
"What?" As she parted her lips to speak, Jaha moved forwards, forcing the waffle into her mouth. She made a noise of surprise that was muffled by the thing in her mouth, clutching at Jaha's arm as he laughed, lightly thrusting it inside. The woman gagged, and it was as though something darkened in Jaha's gaze. After a few moments, Jaha pulled away.
White chocolate mixed with saliva dripped down her chin, and she wiped at it with the back of her hand. Looking up, she glared daggers at the man, trying to catch her breath.
"What are you? A mental case?"
"Hey, you were the one who dragged me here." He said, still sneering. "Besides, that's what you're supposed to do with these." He pointed up to the small television in the corner that was displaying a couple doing the same thing. The woman shuddered.
"That's nasty. Vile."
Jaha handed [Y/N] a tissue, and she wiped the rest of her mouth.
"Still wanna eat it?" He asked as he placed the waffle back into the box. The woman observed it and then sighed dejectedly. "It's all soggy now."
"Oh, yeah." Jaha hummed, his face stoic. "Looks gross now."
"And whose fault is that?" Pushing up from the chair, [Y/N] placed a hand on her hip. The woman noted the way Jaha was looking at her and backed away a bit, her heart skipping a beat. "What?"
He snapped out of his trance and shrugged it off, walking past her as he tugged on the collar of his shirt slightly. He felt hot. "Nothing. Let's go."
The woman followed him, chucking the box with the waffle still inside into a bin, albeit reluctantly. "Can't believe I paid that much only to throw it away." She sighed.
Jaha pursed his lips, and after a moment of hesitation spoke. "Where do you wanna go? I'll buy you something."
She tilted her head slightly as she smiled. "What? You feel bad for shoving it down my throat?"
"Don't make it sound like that."
"That's what you did thou—" She made an 'o' shape with her mouth in realization. "Actually, there's a shirt I've been meaning to buy."
He nodded. "Alright. Let's go."
She quickly dragged him into yet another clothing store, walking further inside as her eyes scanned the racks and mannequins with a wide smile. He found it endearing how she seemed so excited over something as simple as a new shirt.
"You wanna buy... that?" Jaha asked, seeing as [Y/N] held up a blouse from its hanger. Jaha looked between it and the one she was currently wearing right then. "You literally have, like, ten million versions of that same shirt."
"It's a blouse. And I don't." She smiled, picking up a few other ones and shoving them into Jaha's arms. She then moved further ahead, looking through the shorts, and skirts the store had. It was summer, and wearing pants was not an option.
"Yes, you do."
"I do not. They're different brands." She idly commented as she searched through the racks. Grabbing a few garments out, she placed them onto the ever-growing mountain of clothes in Jaha's arms. He scowled, peering around it.
"They look the same." He scoffed. "And besides, I thought you were only going to buy one shirt, not the entire store."
She moved her hair away from her shoulder as she smiled. "That's your own misunderstanding."
"You literally said—" Before he could finish speaking, [Y/N] had already walked off. Jaha blindly walked after her, stopping as he placed the mountain of clothes on the counter. He heard the woman speak to a worker, and the clothes were quickly counted before they were let into the changing rooms.
They both got into one stall, and Jaha dumped the pile onto the floor.
"Where the fuck are you gonna start with all this?" Jaha kicked at a blouse, and [Y/N] picked it off the floor.
"With this."
His mind froze for a moment, and he turned his head to the side. "I'll wait outside." He felt the back of his neck getting hotter as he reached for the door handle of the stall, narrowly opening it.
The woman nodded as the man walked out. "Aight."
He stood outside the stall, glaring at a few people that walked by. He had no reason to, he simply felt upset with himself. Why? Well, he didn't know. Perhaps it was because he was about to pay for a mountain of garments that were way too overpriced or maybe it was because he felt too hot, or perhaps it may even be because he's been feeling hot ever since they stepped foot into that dick-waffle shop. The image of white chocolate staining [Y/N]'s lips and chin was ingrained deeply into his mind, and the moment they shared in the stall just earlier only made it more visible. He bit his lower lip, lost in thought. His pants were starting to feel just a little too tight as he tried to push [Y/N]'s face away from his mind.
Thankfully, the knock behind him took him out of his trance. He turned on his heel. "Yeah?"
[Y/N]'s voice came from the other side of the door. "Can you, uh, help?" She asked quietly, shyly almost.
Jaha kept quiet for a moment, taking in a deep breath. He almost thought that the trance he was in was better than whatever this situation was. His thoughts he could, at least, push away.
"With what?"
"Uh, this blouse... The strings are on the back of it, so I can't really, um, reach it." The longer she spoke the quieter her words got.
Jaha held in another breath as he slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside. He was greeted by [Y/N] facing away from him, staring at him through the mirror in front of them as she held the blouse up with her hands placed neatly on her chest. The strings on her back were untied, and with a controlled expression, he reached out his fingers to take hold of them. His fingertips brushed against her bare back and he felt chills run down his spine. She felt so soft, too soft. As he worked his hands on the strings, he moved a foot closer, and in doing so he tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor, stumbling forward and consequently pushing the woman against the mirror. His hands moved to catch himself, and he found himself trapping the woman between himself and the mirror. His chest was pressed firmly against her back as the blouse fluttered to the floor and her hands scrambled to cover her breasts.
He took in a sharp breath, her scent enveloping his senses as he felt her rear pressing against his crotch. "Shit, sorry, I—" As he spoke, he caught sight of her expression in the mirror. Her gaze was lowered and her lower lip trembled negligibly. Pink tinted her cheeks, the type of pink that brought Constance Spry roses to mind. The compliance on her face made his heart race, and he noted how she made no attempt to push him away, the way her body slightly turned to face him, eyes looking up at him with an almost hopeful expression.
"It's okay." Her voice was quaint as her eyes darted to his lips for a brief second before moving back up to meet his eyes. "You smell nice." She commented.
Leaning in closer, his voice came out almost as a whisper. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She breathed out softly. The air was thick with anticipation as they inched closer, their bodies magnetically drawn to one another. With a gentle touch, their hands intertwine, their fingers finding solace in each other's warmth. The kiss begins slowly, a delicate exploration of lips. They meet softly, barely a whisper, as they savour the initial contact. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching into eternity as their lips brushed against each other's, testing the waters of craving.
A delicate dance ensued as their mouths moved in harmony. Jaha tilted his head slightly so their lips would meld together more comfortably. Their tongues tentatively met, tracing the contours of each other's lips before diving deeper.
Their breaths became mingled, their hearts beating in syncopation as the kiss deepened. Lips pressed more firmly as Jaha pushed her back against the mirror. The woman let out a small noise of surprise that was quickly swallowed, and fingers threaded in her hair as Jaha's other hand went down to her waist. After moments he detached his lips from her mouth to move onto her neck.
[Y/N] gasped, feeling her shorts being pulled down. She grabbed Jaha's arm, and the other pulled away slightly to look at her.
"Jaha, what are you—" She panted, wiping the string of saliva from her lips. "We—We're in public."
Jaha went back to mouth at her neck, and [Y/N] let her head fall back against the mirror. She could feel the smirk on Jaha's face against her skin. "Guess you're gonna have to be quiet, then."
A wave of arousal crashed over her body as her shorts fell to the floor along with her underwear, and she stepped out of them before kicking them away. Jaha pulled back from her neck, shoving two fingers inside the woman's mouth.
"Lick." He said, and she did—swirling her tongue around them as they locked eyes. Jaha pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling them out, and [Y/N] gripped onto his shoulders.
"Are you gonna..." [Y/N] felt a hand on the underside of one of her thighs as it was hiked up, held firmly by Jaha. "You're gonna just fuck me here?"
"Yeah." He spoke breathily. He placed his wet fingers against [Y/N]'s clit, and the woman let out a gasp at the coldness. She studied Jaha's expression carefully, tightening her grip on his shoulders. Jaha shifted his eyes back to her face, moving his fingers against her clit as her nails dug into his shoulders. He couldn't describe the feeling in his gut, it was swimming in ardour. She was simply perfect.
"Fuck..." She felt her knees getting wobbly, and Jaha was quick to notice this. He hiked her leg up further, holding her in place as he continued his ministrations on her swollen clit. After a few moments, he moved his fingers down her folds, smearing them with her wetness.
He shot a glance over his shoulder to make sure the door was properly locked before locking eyes with her flushed expression.
"You okay, princess?" He smirked, his tone teasing as he worked to undo his pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal his boxers.
She glared at the name, digging her nails further into his shoulders. "Don't gross me out." Although she said that, she couldn't tell whether her ears were hot due to arousal or embarrassment. "But yes. I'm okay."
Her gaze lowered as she observed him struggle to pull down his boxers with one hand. She chuckled at the way he clicked his tongue. He was clearly getting impatient, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Reaching her hands towards the waistband of his boxers, her fingers brushed against his abdomen. Jaha stiffened slightly at her touch, a faint pink painting his cheeks.
Once the boxers were pulled down to his thighs, [Y/N] shifted her eyes away from his dick. She felt undeniably embarrassed.
Jaha moved her leg up further. "You sure this is okay?"
The woman smiled. "Yea—" Before she could properly get her words out, Jaha pushed inside. This man was far too impatient.
The woman scrambled at his back, face screwed up in pleasure and slight discomfort as Jaha didn't stop until he was fully in all the way. He held [Y/N]'s face with one hand, tilting it up so they made eye contact.
"Don't want people to hear." He said, pressing a hand firmly against the other's mouth. "Imagine what the public would say."
The idea of being caught made her legs shake as Jaha pulled out, slamming back inside with bruising force. The woman braced a hand against the mirror as her spine dug into it, and his eyes rolled back at a direct hit to the bumpy spot inside.
Jaha created a steady pace, fucking her further into the mirror as the grip on her upper thigh tightened.
"I wish the others could see you right now." Jaha whispered, leaning closer to her ear as he bit at her skin. "So fucking pliant, ready to just be filled whenever."
The woman's mouth hung open under Jaha's hand, and she felt herself drooling onto it as she was pounded into the mirror behind her. She'd never had sex at this angle before, and the way Jaha's cock rubbed inside her with each thrust made her limbs tremble.
Jaha sensed that she was getting weak, so he hooked his hands under her thighs, picking her up, and holding her against the mirror as [Y/N] wrapped her legs around his waist. Once she did, he moved one hand back to her mouth. Continuing the pace, Jaha groaned softly as he felt himself growing closer to climax. She felt her body thrum with arousal as her fingertips tingled, and Jaha let out a low groan, thrusting deeper inside.
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door, and Jaha slowed his movements. [Y/N]'s head spun, and it took her a second to realise that someone was on the other side.
"Excuse me?" A worker's voice came, and Jaha turned his head slightly to the side. "Just wondering if you need any assistance? You've been in there for a while."
The woman saw a glint of something in Jaha's eye, and the hand against her mouth was removed. [Y/N]'s eyes widened slightly as Jaha thrust in again—this time slower—and it took everything in her not to moan out loud.
He locked eyes with the woman and tilted his head towards the door behind them. He wanted her to speak, and reassure the worker.
"I'm good." She gasped out as she felt Jaha continue to push inside. [Y/N] bit down on the back of her own hand hard enough to draw blood as she tried her best not to let any noises slip past her lips. "Just got a lot of clothes to try— try on... here."
He snapped his hips again, grip on [Y/N]'s legs tightening as he looked at her fucked-out expression with a smirk. Picking up the pace slightly, he watched as the woman hit her head back against the mirror, eyebrows furrowed as her mouth hung open. He was so very large and male, and excessively male creatures always took her over the edge.
"Let me know if you need anything." The worker at the door said, and there were the sounds of slight shuffling as their shadow disappeared.
"You—" The woman started, and Jaha cut her off with another hard thrust. A string of moans fell from her lips as she came undone, and she scratched down Jaha's clothed back as he fucked her, watching as she became a broken mess under his touch.
Jaha let out a low whine near [Y/N]'s ear. "Can I..."
She nodded. With one last thrust, Jaha's eyes shut close as he came inside [Y/N]. His trembling hand worked on the woman's clit as he rode out his orgasm, trying his hardest not to let any lewd noises slip past his lips. It didn't take long for the woman to come undone under Jaha's touch. She felt her thighs tremble slightly, and Jaha held himself up against the wall. They caught their breaths, and he pulled out, gently setting [Y/N] back onto her feet.
She immediately wobbled, and Jaha caught her. His eyes trailed down, watching as his cum leaked down the inside of her legs.
"Shit." He clicked his tongue as he snapped out of his thoughts, grabbing the blouse that he was supposed to be helping her put on from the floor to wipe her clean with. The woman immediately gasped when she saw the cum stain the blouse.
"You're an idiot." She whispered, observing the way he cleaned her up. "They'll still have to scan it. Touch it, Jaha."
"Hey, I'm only using the edge of it." He tapped her inner thigh with the edge of the blouse to emphasize his justification.
She scrunched up her nose, fighting down a smile. "You're disgusting." Her words carried no real weight. She knew that because her heart was beating out of her chest at the way he was taking care of her.
Jaha laughed softly. "Listen, I'm working with what I have." He seemed outwardly happy, and this made the woman chuckle alongside him.
Once he was done and back on his feet, the woman pinched at his side. "That was a stupid fucking stunt you pulled when the worked came." Jaha pushed her hand away as she did this, smiling smugly. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"
"Well..." Her cheeks tinted red as she began dressing up. "The stunt, no, but—"
"But the sex yes?"
She gave no response to that, except for placing the pile of the store's clothes into his hands. She smiled. "I might answer if you pay for all of this."
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–
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.”
Disclaimer: This is fiction. This is a made up scenario, that doesn’t really fit Jaha’s character in its entirety, however, I’ve always wanted to write something like this, and I just used Jaha for it. This is a BIT out of character, but nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it all the same.
In hindsight, you should have thought more about your decision.
Visiting the Master of the Low Down without his knowledge was a poor choice. He had warned you beforehand that the situation in the sect has gotten dire, that strong Masters have started launching attacks on the Low Down. You know little of the Masters he spoke of but he told you that they are not above hurting the people close to him, even if they are innocent, just to get Jaha to bow down to them.
And yet there you were, encompassed in your own thoughts and emotions, standing before a seething Jaha whose scathing glower scorched against your skin. The ambience felt heavy, and even his disciples – those who stayed behind at the sect to help Jaha should there be the need – stood in a line rigidly by the doorway, sights set forward but without grazing the form of your lover.
Your hands wring together in front of you as Jaha stands brooding by the window of his meeting room. Ever since his fight with the Masters of unknown origins began, he had ordered the evacuation of many, and even his Generals were sent away to the front lines. He only brought a handful of his subordinates along. You, were not one of them, though. You had been instructed to stay at the Jaha Inn, but evidently, you did not heed his word.
You sat down by the table nearest to him, making yourself at home despite the uncomfortable quietude prevailing within the room. The disciples must have been wondering how exceptionally idiotic you must be for provoking Jaha like that, even if you are his beloved.
You should’ve kept quiet, you should have understood that today had been particularly unkind to him, with the Masters hot on his tracks and his subordinates lacking competency, which he had to salvage before the battle. If only you had assessed the situation prior to this, you wouldn’t be on your back, pressed against the table, panties forcibly tugged and clinging precariously around one of your ankles, and legs trembling as Jaha entered your pussy, forcing his cock into your dripping hole.
Your hips swayed vigorously and pushed against his pelvis with the intention of pushing him away. However, your action only contributed to his pleasure; his quiet sigh in your ear being evidence of it. Your eyes closed tightly as his hands fluttered to your waist and pulled you against him, rendering you unable to move.
"J-Jaha...” His name had barely slipped past your lips when he thrusted forward. Your ass jiggled obscenely at his abrupt movement. A long, drawn-out moan reeled out of your mouth as your beloved retracted from your pussy, dragging his length along your walls. You whimpered when he suddenly bucked forward again, stretching your opening wide open. You felt every inch of him inside you.
“Ah,” Jaha threw his head back as he began to settle in a relentless pace, pumping his cock in and out of you faster by every passing second. “It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.”
The squelching noises echoing in the room are deafening, and the moans that started to dribble out of you intermingled with the lewd noises. Jaha dug his fingers into your skin and without disrupting his merciless fucking, he pried open your hanfu with his other hand. Your bra, woven in expensive fabric, was exposed to his sights. His palm descended over one of your breasts, mauling the soft flesh.
“I forgot how nice these feel.” Jaha squeezed your nipple between his fingers. He tugged and twisted at the small nub. You attempted to stifle your noises by biting your lower lip, but upon seeing your endeavor, Jaha clicked his tongue in dismay. “Perhaps I’ve been a little too negligent of you lately. You’ve forgotten how much I hate you being quiet when I’m fucking you.”
At last, a moan finally broke through your resolve after Jaha bent over your frame and pushed his hips against yours, driving the head of his cock deeper inside of you in the process. His tip brushed against your sensitive spot, causing your moan to resonate louder in the room. You felt a vivid flutter in the pit of your stomach as Jaha thrusted in and out of you, every snap of his hips stroking your most sensitive spot.
“Ah... wait—,” You exhaled. “Too deep.”
A smirk painted over Jaha’s youthful countenance as he studied your flushed expression, triumph apparent on his face. “That’s the way you like it.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement – one that you could not refute. His lips purchased over your neck. His teeth nibbled on the tender flesh, grazing over a small portion. A sharp surge of pain ran through your spine and to your injured skin as his canines punctured through your flesh. You could feel the sensation of your warm blood oozing out of you.
Jaha hummed at the sight, his eyes half lidded as he dipped his head once again to lap your blood. As he pulled away, he whispered. “You taste the same.”
The metallic taste of your blood must have heightened his arousal for you. You instantly felt him throb inside of you, his hardening cock expanding your velvety walls. “Do you like this, my love? Do you like being fucked in front of my men?”
His words dwelled in your head for an excruciatingly prolonged moment, incapable of comprehending the meaning of his statement. However, horror dawned over you and the vibrant color of vermillion painted your cheeks as it finally clicked.
Your gaze was torn from your Jaha to the disciples residing in the same room as you. Their stances did not alter from how you’d seen them the time you arrived. Their heads remained steady and set forward, but their masks (which only the Generals and the few elite disciples Jaha now had acquired wore) completely concealed every striking feature that could potentially expose their identity. You had no way of knowing if their gaze was settled upon you. But you knew better. Even if they retained any respect for you as an individual or as the lover of their superior, they couldn’t help it if their eyes strayed to you and Jaha, watching as he abusesd your cunt to release his frustrations and pent-up anger.
You bit your bottom lip. Don’t look at me.
“No, wait– ”
Your hands, quivering from the mortifying realization of your current predicament, moved against your volition. They darted towards Jaha, intent on taking hold of his shoulders and shoving him off but he caught on to you before you could initiate. His hand let go of your breast and captured your wrists in a single, swift swipe.
You grunted and mewled, dilated irises looking back at the small audience and then back to your beloved. “I have to cover up.” You mumbled to him, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “They can see me, Jaha!” Your arms strained in effort as they tried to get your lover to unhand you but to no avail. His grip tightened at your struggle.
“Shut up.” Jaha muttered. He removed his other hand from your waist and wrapped it around your throat stringently, impeding your breathing. Air was immediately cut off as he choked you. You could feel his fingers drag against your delicate skin and your eyes stung. “Cum sluts don’t talk. So, don’t talk.”
Thick tears that had emerged from the corners of your eyes streamed down the sides of your red tinted visage as you were helplessly fucked against the table. Each time he thrusted in you, your back skid against the smooth surface of the desk. A mewl laced in agony filtered out of your mouth at the feeling of your flesh scraping against the table, but Jaha ignored your sounds. Either he found a sickening pleasure from your agony, or he simply couldn’t care less for your comfort, which was difficult to believe since he had been nothing but kind to you ever since you two first met.
An endless stream of moans slipped past your lips as his fat cock plunged deeper and deeper into your soaping cunt. The tip of his cock roughly kissed your cervix at each thrust.
You haven’t seen your partner display his prowess before, but you have caught wind of how powerful, and skilled he was despite his youthful appearance. A force to be reckoned with, his disciples and servants often described him when fighting was involved within the discussion. It wasn’t quite surprising that your scuffle against him was nothing but mere play to him. His grasp around your neck and wrists were vice like. The pain from his touch was agonizing, but a small part of you, embarrassingly enough, couldn’t help but be aroused by his power.
How were you getting turned on in a situation like this?
“Jaha, l-let... ah!... go of me.” Your exclamation did nothing to deter Jaha’s resolve. In fact, your protest urged him on.
Jaha pinned your hands over your head and finally, lets go of your throat. You breathed in deeply as soon as his fingers liberated your passageway, filling your lungs with the air he had denied you of.
“Let go of you?” An amused, almost sardonic chortle pushed past his jeering lips. “I don’t think your pussy wants me to.”
As to prove his point, the same hand which had held your neck moved in between your legs. You gasped in surprise as his digits pressed firmly against your clit and rubbed circular motions around your sensitive area. Despite yourself, a long-winded moan permeated into the room, combining with the lecherous sounds of your sloshing essence.
“See? You don’t want me to let go of you. In fact, you like this, don’t you?” Jaha stilled himself, carefully inserting his cock fully inside of you. You pussy spasmed around his long length. “Being fucked on a table, in front of strangers? Even a tramp has the decency to find some place private to get her stupid cunt plugged with cocks.”
Tears filled your eyes as his words sunk in. Degradation had not once found its way to Jaha’s lips before. He had always regarded you with love and respect, and not even in your worst rows did he insult you in any way. It was at that moment that all those warnings you did not heed from his disciples sunk in. They warned you of his crazy side, they warned you that he was a mad demon who should not be provoked. And yet, you did just that.
A sob wracked through your perspiring and panting frame. Your lips quivered as you pushed through the pleasure his cock and fingers were giving you. “Don’t – ” You groaned. “ – talk to me... ahh... like that!” You wished to salvage what little self-respect you had at the moment.
“Haha.” Jaha laughed as he looked down at your dishevelled self. He leaned down and planted his lips against yours. There was no touch of delicateness in his actions, something you were not used to, and you doubted you ever would be. Thus, you move your head – or at least tried to – away from him but your motions must have encouraged him more. You felt him press harder against you and noticed the significant change of pace in his thrusts. Once he drew away from you, with a long string of saliva connecting your drooling lips, he smiled down at you. “You’re my wife-to-be. I can do and say whatever I want to you. Whether I call you a slut or treat you like a cock sleeve, it’s up to me and you’ll like it.”
A tear cascaded down your face. You couldn’t tell whether it was because you were hurt by his statement or excited. He cooed as he caught sight of your sorrows. “Oh, don’t give me your crocodile tears. It doesn’t look good on your pretty face.” Jaha took his hand away from your pussy – you struggled not to whine in protest – and dragged his thumb across your cheek. The dampness on your face was successfully wiped away, but you could smell your own cum smearing against your skin. “Better stop crying or I’m going to give you something else to cry about.”
You wanted to calm down after you heard him, to keep your tears at bay, but you weren’t quick enough. Or better yet, Jaha didn’t give you an ample amount of time to compose yourself. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “No? Have it your way then.”
His hand grabbed a handful of your locks and pulled your head up and off the surface of the desk. You clamoured in pain, but it was replaced with a shrill groan as Jaha pushed into you, the head of his girth knocking against your cervix in the process. The gentleness that you have always perceived in your intimate moments together vanquished, leaving but the carnal need to get you drunk on his cock. He held no empathy for you at present time. You could tell by how intent he was in ruining your insides. But what mortified you was how your body responded eagerly to how disgustingly he was treating you. Your nipples hardened and your pussy clamped around his penis, gripping him greedily every time he pulled away.
A smirk made its way to his lips. “Did you just tighten around my cock?” He chuckled. Your body stiffened, surprised that he had noticed your walls contracting around him. “Do you like being treated like this? Like a whore?” His pelvis halted from slapping against you and boisterous laughter resounded within the room. Your wet eyes turned to observe if some of the disciples had forsaken their initial stance and have shamelessly watched Jaha plug your cunt, but Jaha gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. “If I had known sooner...”
He inclined his body over yours completely. His chest slotted firmly over your own, compressing your lungs in the process. Your mouth opened to breathe. Jaha took this chance to shove his tongue inside you once more, licking and exploring your mouth.
Your wrists shifted under his grasp, trying to free them from his restrain. His tongue moved rapidly inside your mouth, leaving not even a single space uncharted of his dominance. A shudder ran down your spine as his tongue curled around your own, toying with it. You whimpered against his mouth.
“Ah!” Jaha abruptly disconnected himself from the kiss. You remained lying on the table, still taking every pleasurable thrust his cock gave. “You’re so cute like this. Are you sure you didn’t come just because you missed having your pussy screwed and filled?”
Without waiting for your reply, Jaha dove to the crook of your neck. You felt his teeth graze over your skin. He was taunting you.
At long last, his teeth sunk in your soft flesh, puncturing small lacerations against you. The pain that followed was instantaneous. If you hadn’t been in a state of haze, you would’ve been releasing a humiliating string of whimpers and wails. The pleasure and pain overlapped one another. Liquid of the color of crimson leaked from the very flesh your beloved had torn.
You felt Jaha throb inside you. The taste of your saliva and blood mixed in his tastebuds, prompting him to the edge of euphoria.
You took a gander at the disciples present in the room again and although you had suspected already, your eyes widened as you discovered all of them observing you from their respective distance. Your line-of-sight trailed down to their lower garments. The fabric of their clothing was annoyingly thick, and the folds made it almost impossible for you to assess their current condition. The outline may have been discreet, but you could tell that seeing you in your torn open hanfu with their superior using you as his cock sleeve riled them up.
You didn’t want to feel aroused by this, but something within you was enjoying this situation. You tightened around his length despite your own chastise to yourself. He let out a broken sigh of pleasure and wasted no time lapping up your blood. The manner he licked and sucked on your skin was no different from when he had his mouth eating you out.
“You know, [Y/N]. You can’t just come here anytime you want anymore. Not even if you’re my fiancé.” Whispered Jaha into your ear. He stilled his hips for a short while, and his momentary pause felt like an eternity to you. The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly untangled.
You whined in disapproval. With your body moving against your will, your ass pushed back against him. You narrowed your eyes, and bit your lower lip as you took more of his cock. A sense of triumph curtained you as you heard him choke in his own spit when your slit pressed against his balls. You rotated your hips, smearing them with your cum.
“Fuck me, [Y/N].” He exhaled, as he whispered, eyes fluttering to a close. “You have no clue how dangerous it is that you even left home. Times have changed. You can’t do whatever you want just because you feel like it.”
Jaha resumed his thrusts. Somehow, the temporary halt had been a silent way for him to recuperate. The speed at which he pumped into you was quicker, rocking your body up against the table and creating a terribly painful friction against your back. You felt his balls hitting your clit every now and then. Without warning, his fingers released your hair and your head thudded against the table. Before you could register the piercing pain that accumulated at a portion of your skull, his digits travelled back to your thighs, and they stroked your clit softly. You mewled at the sudden feeling, to which he smirked. “And yet you disobeyed my orders to stay at home. And for what exactly, huh?”
His fingers worked wonders on you. They rubbed and stroked furiously, intensifying the build-up in the pit of your stomach. The overwhelming satisfaction was addicting, enough to make you cross-eyed.
“To ask me if I’m alright?” He took his hand away from your union and clutched a bouncing tit, squeezing it. His cock twitched uncontrollably inside you and yet his face showed no signs of nearing release. “You risked your safety for something like that? Did you even think it through?”
Jaha pounded harder inside you, fiercer and more desperate than ever – desperately trying to gratify himself, to hurt you, and make you feel just about everything he desired you to feel.
Your legs trembled as a familiar coil slowly formed within your stomach. Jaha’s cock never ceased its abuse in your hole. His ridges dragged along your insides and his tip bruised your cervix every time his hips snapped forward. Ripples of pleasure coursed throughout your body just as a never-ceasing string of mewls and moans elicited from your drooling mouth.
“Jaha, please...” Your breathless begging came out in a form of a whisper. “I-I can’t – ”
You didn’t think he’d listen to you. You’ve already surmised that nothing you’ll say will ever prompt him back to the man he was to you. But you tried to hide your disappointment when he turned rigid and let go of your wrists. You winced as he slammed his hands on either side of your head.
“Hm?” Your heart raced as Jaha spoke. “What did you say again?”
The words that you had prepared to bellow got hitched in your throat. Uncertainty encompassed your figure as you strove to find an appropriate answer to him that would not result in a harsher punishment – and you dreaded ever knowing what exactly harsher meant for someone like Jaha. Supplying him with an answer that did not satisfy him would give him an opening to make a mockery out of you and have you screaming at the top of your lungs.
Jaha straightened his back and cast his scorching glower over his shoulders, towards his disciples.
“If you have something to say to me or to my fiancé, spit it out.”
His statement sent you into a frenzy of puzzlement. If Jaha had just been a wee harder than he had been now – and God knows in what degree of delirium he would’ve brought you if so – had he abandoned all inhibitions restricting him from making you cry and plead for his cock or his mercy, what little remained of your intellect would be down in the drain and nothing, but his name would be rolling out of your mouth. But you merely laid there, clothing and legs forced open, swallowing a cock whole, and with your juices dripping down your inner thighs.
It occurred to you only after a moment of composing yourself. He was not regarding you when he spoke.
Overcome with Jaha’s length pulsing and twitching inside your cunt, it nearly slipped your mind that the two of you were not alone in the room, and numerous prying and privy pair of eyes were observing your public indecency.
You did not know whether the whine that you produced was from relief or protest when your beloved pulled his cock out of you. He moved away from you swiftly as he slipped his wet dick back in his pants, not once taking his eyes off a particular disciple.
Your gaping pussy was in a perfect position for them to view. Your legs spread wide open, your sore hole leaking with globs of Jaha’s precum and trailing down your puckered ass, clit lathered in your combined essence, cheeks flushed, labored breathing, and tongue sticking out – their heated gazes pierced through your skin. Your vagina spasmed as your mind wandered to what wicked fantasies were raging in their minds.
The silence was heavy and suffocating - you couldn’t even hear the breath of any disciple, just your own mess of a state.
Jaha glanced at your form. For the years you had known him, you thought you could read your husband-to-be with ease. But right now, you couldn’t tell anything about him. His irises were blank, and his expression was laced with no dust of emotion. Perhaps this is what they meant when they called him a mad demon?
He took in the mess he made out of you, and his tongue ran along his lower lip. He placed the tip of his forefinger over your collarbone and slowly, he brought it down to the valley of your breasts, along one of your nipples, and finally settled on your lower belly. A shiver surged down your spine at the sensation of his touch.
Your body moved of its own accord. Your hands, though your wrists throbbed in pain, shakily pressed against the table to raise yourself up but Jaha secured his palm against your stomach, fixating you against the desk before you could even lift a single strand of your hair from its sprawled state. The corners of his eyes had slit, and fury graced what was once a blank canvas of an expression.
“Stay.” He commanded. He said nothing in addition to his simple order, but the threat behind his strict tone was enough for you to swallow your pride and resign to him.
His footsteps were concise and rapid, and before you could understand the situation, a commotion occurred outside your line of vision. Curiosity, ever the mischievous counteragent of discipline, compelled you to prop yourself on your arms and sit up on the table. Your arms moved to enact your will, but your blood ran cold as a sharp holler of pain reached your ear, followed by a distinct sound to a body plummeting to the ground.
No doubt it was the handiwork of Jaha. The little resolve you had accumulated in that short time of peace had vanquished. You lost the feeling of control over your body, and you opted to close your eyes to play blind of the happening just several meters from your nakedness.
“You’re the one who spoke earlier, right?” You winced as your ears picked up the sound of a kick and a tumbling body. A deep voice groaned in agony. “I want to hear what you said again. Can you repeat it?”
You waited for him to reiterate whatever he had said, but silence prevailed. Apprehension ate away at the back of your head.
You heard shuffling, hushed mumbles, and staggering footsteps – and then, you felt a presence close to you and another at the other side of the table.
Regardless of the fear gripping your heart, you fluttered open your eyes. The first thing that welcomed you back to reality was the familiar, handsome face of your husband. He curled a lock of your hair around his index finger. The way he coiled your tresses around his finger was tantalizing. He cocked his head to one side, watching quietly as your strands unfurled from his digit. “How does it feel to stand so close to my whore of a wife?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
Your whole body stiffened as you heard the voice of another man so close by, just by the opposite side of where you were forced to lie. You craned your head up, disregarding the numb pain you were putting on the top of your skull. A disciple – in all his masked glory – stood rigidly before you and Jaha, arms straightened at his sides and gaze forward – or so you wished to believe.
Your heartbeat accelerated. You could almost feel it thrumming in your throat. Having people watch you be screwed was one thing but having another man so close to you in your current state was another. Shame clouded over you. A noblewoman with her tits out, soaping pussy hungry for a cock to fill it, and completely vulnerable for any man to take advantage of – just what would your family say if they saw you like this?
Jaha let out a scoff. “I don’t believe you.” He asserted, glare sharpening. The disciple visibly swallowed. “What did you say about me and my fiancé earlier?”
You eased back to your former position, pupils darting from one direction to another. You did not know the identity of the man behind you. Concern for his safety should have been the last thing on your mind but you could not help feeling sympathy for him. Even strangers who you had thought were sitting at the top of power and control regarded your partner in a light of respect and fear. A lower-ranking underling like him would not survive a single swipe Jaha would deliver.
A clearing of throat. “I-I don’t know anymore, sir.” An obvious lie.
Jaha heaved out a sigh. His brows knitted together. “You don’t know a lot of things, do you? It’s a wonder how you managed to join my sect. Seongtae must have been out of his mind to consider you competent enough to deal with larger matters when you can’t even remember something you said just a moment ago.”
You felt the gentle hand of your partner trailing down the side of your face, as though admiring your beauty. You shuddered at the feeling. His touch wasn’t as warm as when he laid with you in the dead of night. It felt cold, almost unwelcoming, and yet it was delicate. How very confounding.
“You said that I shouldn’t treat my beloved like this.” Uttered Jaha, finally. “Interesting that you think that because I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
His motion was swift. His nails burrowed deeply into your skin as he clenched your jaw. “Look at her.” He moved your face in a direction. Your eyes locked with the masked face of the disciple. “Does she look like she hates being used like this? She’s my wife-to-be. You don’t have a say in how I treat her. Whether I want her to be my own personal slut or not, it’s not up to you.”
Your breath caught in your throat as Jaha snaked his palm between your thigh and cupped your heat. Immediately, your cum coated his hand. You folded your legs together impulsively, trying to keep his hand from acquiring a vaster coverage of your pussy.
A scoff tumbled out of his scowling lips. “Hey, cut that out.” A gasp escaped your mouth as he palmed your clit in response to your rejection. Your body became rigid. In that short amount of time of your stillness, Jaha managed to find the perfect access to your pussy hole. He stroked your clit faster, broadening the mess at your nether lips. Your nipples hardened at his actions. The vanishing pulse of pleasure returned, knotting once again at your lower belly.
Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. Your heart leapt against your ribcage as a rush of dread struck you. Fighting through the pain circulating around your wrists, your hands enveloped one of his and your front leaned forward, gradually lifting your back from the table. “Jaha, whatever you’re thinking, please,” You implored. “D-Don’t do it – I’m sorry – ”
A yelp pierced through your mouth, followed by a deep intake of air as Jaha slammed you back against the surface. Your breasts bounced at the harsh contact and drifting through the silence of the air was an obscene sound of your pussy squirting.
Jaha threw his head back as laughter rumbled through his chest and filtered out of his mouth. Scarlet shadowed over your cheeks as your eyes stared off to anywhere but to any pair of eyes in the room. The burning gazes from the disciples over your slovenly frame heightened. If Jaha were not here in the room to deter them...
“What a disgusting sound! I knew you were getting off on being watched like this!” He snickered. He cast his sights back on the disciple by the table, an eyebrow raised. “Do you see him, my darling? He seems very, very interested in getting to know you. What better way to make acquittance than being intimate?” Yet another loud gasp tore from your throat as Jaha peeled away from your cunt and smacked it once. A rather disturbing sound of your juices splattering against you and his hand entered your ears. “And it looks to me that you share the same sentiment.”
A confusing feeling erupted from within you. Fear and thrill of what was to come. You have never laid with another man before, much less a stranger whose identity you do not know of. But as you continue to run over the idea, the more menacingly it seemed to loom over you. You are a nobleman whose parents expect you to bring honor to them in any way. Letting a man who is not your husband have his way with you will not only reflect on you, but the reputation of your clan.
Jaha leaned down until you felt his hot breath fan over your ear. He whispered. “Relax, [Y/N]. I’m not going to let him fuck you.” You didn’t know whether to take comfort from his words or not. “Just let me have this for now.”
He poised himself back to his original height. Your eyes dilated as he brought his slick-covered hand to his mouth. His tongue slowly wrapped around every inch of his fingers, tasting you in every lap of his pink muscle.
Jaha’s black hair bounced as he moved his head back, humming in absolute delight. “Ahh,” He moaned, tone laced with honey and ecstasy. “You taste so good, my darling.” He studied the disciple near the table with an innocent smile – the kind that was so innocent that a sense of foreboding trickled from it. “I’m sure you’re just dying to have a taste of her.”
The disciple cleared his throat with a firm cough. His jaw twitched. “You’re mistaken, sir. I don’t wish to... taint anything precious to you.”
“Oh, come on, don’t give me that kiss attitude. You don’t get to play Mister Respectful after what you said earlier.” Abandoning his place beside you, Jaha rounded the desk and took a step forward until he stood beside the disciple. It was outstandingly comical, the scene presented before you – a tall man breaking in sweat at the presence of a man shorter than him, whose face was woven in youth and innocence. Anyone who didn’t know better would easily be deceived. But the circumstances were dire, not only for you.
Jaha set his left palm on the smooth surface of the table and distributed his weight on his left arm. His head tilted to the side. In a flash, Jaha’s hand grasped roughly a handful of his subordinate’s hair and forced the poor male to level with him until their noses brushed against each other. You did not know if your eardrums deceived you, but you could’ve sworn a whimper of fright washed over the disciple’s quaking lips as Jaha appraised him in lights of displeasure and irritation.
“I’m feeling quite generous today.” Jaha declared out of nowhere. “Why don’t you get to know my fiancé? It’s a privilege I don’t give to many, so be grateful.” With a harsh shove, the disciple staggered ever so slightly, trying hopelessly to regain his equilibrium that his superior had thrown off.
With the colors he was shamelessly flaunting before you at this moment, it didn’t take you quite a lot of time to deduce what sick scheme he had formulated in his mind. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins goaded your body to move even if the danger that was your partner observed you under a sharp gaze. Your legs shifted and slipped against the wood and your hands desperately tried to make a purchase on any leverage as the need to engulfed your senses and rationality.
Tantalizing red hues rolled at your pathetic display. “Huh.” Jaha hummed.
Your eyes glimmered with hope as you finally found your balance and body coordination. You sat up on the table, and just as you were about to place all your weight on your feet, a hand enveloped your arm and pulled you until your back was slotted against a firm chest.
“I love how you think you can escape. You looked so cute smiling a bit there.” Jaha chuckled in your ear. He planted a soft kiss on your exposed neck as his hands snaked to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them.
“Jaha, stop,” You felt dampness at the sides of your face again. “Haven’t you done enough?”
But to you, it seemed that your plea passed through one ear to the other as Jaha locked his arms over your waist, hands sliding lower and lower until you felt him touch your pussy. A broken and strained moan broke through your lips as his fingers slid in and out of your hole. Your fingers scratched against his clothes until they curled tightly on the cloth. Your inner thighs and bunched hanfu were covered in your thick juices.
Oh God, what will the people think of me now?
“So wet.” Muttered Jaha. “For me? Or for that disciple of mine?”
Without waiting for your answer, you were shocked to feel Jaha’s forefinger draw a soft line on your slit. He dragged it along several more times, varnishing his digit completely of your wetness. He faced the disciple with a beaming smile. “Here, go ahead and have a taste.”
You averted your gaze away, praying to whatever God that was willing to bestow even the smallest of mercy over you. A small part of you wanted to avert your gaze back, and see the exchange, but another part of you wished to remain in the darkness and the little solitude you had and wait for refusal or acceptance of the disciple to his Masters order.
Perhaps it was insensitive of you but whatever misfortune fell over him, you silently aspired for it to happen sooner. You promised yourself, even outside of your vows, that no other man would lay a hand on you other than he who you chose to marry, and now the very man you’ve promised your life and loyalty to is offering you to another man.
Disgust tugged at your heartstrings. Never in your life have you been more repulsed with yourself and with the man you loved.
“Oh?” You winced as boisterous laughter from your betrothed bounded against the walls of his workspace. It’s shrill and menacing, just like him. “You didn’t – oh, this is hilarious! You actually tried to lick my finger?”
Momentary relief washed over you. Jaha took a second to pause, surveying his subordinates, as though waiting for some of them to speak up against him, but he was welcomed only with terse quietude. All eyes averted from the mad demon, and the corner of his lips curved up.
He appraised the disciple whose head was lowered in humiliation. The rigidness that he had once exuded had disappeared, instead replaced with total surrender.
Jaha popped his finger in his mouth, licking your juices off. “That was stupid, but at least I know you have guts. Maybe you do have some qualities to become a martial artist.”
You craned your head to look at Jaha. Your heart palpitated faster when you found him staring at you, a jeering sneer painted over his visage. With one hand, he gripped your throat tight. A choking sound stumbled out of your mouth as you struggled to inhale. Slowly, very slowly – one could easily be fooled into assuming he was being delicate with you – he guided you to your feet.
With all the stimulation you had received, your control over your body had disoriented and combined with the constriction on your throat, you struggled to find your balance. However, all your efforts were in vain as Jaha released you. Without the leverage his hold provided, your knees gave way and your whole body fell limply on the ground. You hissed in pain as your knee scraped against the wooden floors.
Jaha claimed his position in front of you and kneeled. You veered your head away from him and your hands hurriedly scrunched the front of your hanfu to cover your breasts. Jaha exhaled through his nose. “Don’t piss me off.” His fingers gripped one hand of yours tightly and tore it away from your chest. Your breast bounced back into view. He did the same procedure to your other hand until your breasts were both revealed to everyone again.
Jaha lowered his head until his nose brushed against your own. His cutting gaze scrutinized your wide, teary eyes. And he laughed.
“You’re so cute.”
To your utter surprise, his lips fell upon yours, silencing any sobs you could’ve made. Comforting warmth spread throughout your body and you found yourself reciprocating his affection. This wasn’t something you anticipated, not after everything he’s done so far.
Jaha has always had the ability to string you back to him, no matter what.
He withdrew from you. “Calm down. I’m not going to let him touch you.” He consoled. You looked into his eyes. You searched for any hint of dishonesty or hidden cruelty beneath the eyes you’ve come to love so much. Words couldn’t express the relief that struck your heart when you found none. Was it stupid for you to trust him blindly like that? Yes. But it wasn’t like you had any choice.
Your lips parted to question what he was going to do next, but Jaha stood back up and retreated from you. He ventured towards the disciple whose joints knotted in apprehension as your fiancé approached him. Your hands came to cover your private parts – although it was a little too late for that. As you scanned the room, you noticed that the other disciples either had their heads hung low or shifted to the side, looking at the walls or the floor. None of them were looking at you.
“Move!”
You turned back to your fiancé and the disciple he had been having a grand time toying with. Your chest tightened in apprehension as Jaha shoved the man towards you. His left foot caught on his right foot, and he lost his balance. You closed your eyes and shifted your body as far as you could when the disciple fell in front of you.
The mad demon got on one knee next to him, gripping his curls. “Watch closely, okay?”
The disciple simply nodded in submission.
Jaha turned to you. “Open your legs.”
Your eyes widened. “What? No – ”
“I didn’t ask.” Your blood ran cold at the tone of his voice. “I said open your legs.”
Without another word, you lifted your hanfu skirt and slowly opened your legs. Redness took over your cheeks as you heard the audible squelch as your opening spread.
“You see that?” Jaha glances at the disciple. “Do you like that? Do you want to put your cock inside her?”
The disciple was visibly frozen. Even with his mask, you could feel his heated stare on you. A noticeable bulge tented the fabric of his lower garment.
Despite yourself, a shot of arousal coursed through your system. Your mind swirled with ideas that should’ve made you sick but didn’t. Something about the thought of taking another man with your husband-to-be watching tightened the coil at your abdomen.
You wanted to avert your eyes from the erection the disciple possessed but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move. You gulped.
Having a stranger’s cock enter you, forcing your hole to accommodate his girth and pleasure him as your fiancé watched nearby, the other nameless disciples unable to do anything but spare glances your way, smothering back their own arousals as their fellow fucked their superior’s woman...
Jaha spoke. “Wider.”
You did as told without hesitation. Using his other hand, Jaha places two fingers over your pussy lips. You bit your lower lip as he stroked your clit. With his index and middle finger, he pried them, revealing more of your drenched hole to everyone in the room.
“Ahh,” Your shoulders tensed when a finger penetrated your pussy. Your toes curled as he thrusted in and out experimentally, as if assessing your cunt.
“Nice and wet, just for you.” Jaha took his finger out of you and toyed with your stickiness. “Isn’t my wife just so darling? Even to men she doesn’t know, she prepares herself. Makes me wonder how many times she’s been aroused by having her male servants surround her.”
The disciple’s head bobbed as Jaha let go of his hair. He stood up as he stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking your cum off. “Well?” Jaha chimed, smiling down at the two of you. “What are you waiting for?”
You thought your neck would snap as you turned to face the disciple. You did not know what was happening behind his mask. But you did know that though his fear prevailed, he couldn’t ignore the twitching and growing bulge in his pants.
Controlled by his fear, and the throb between his legs, the disciple – with quivering hands – shakily undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his thighs. Your pussy pulsed at the sight of a large cock springing eagerly at your face. Veins ran along the base of his massive girth with precum drooling down its sides from its blood engorged tip.
It’s big – you thought – but not as big as Jaha.
His Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down as he did a once over at your form – sitting prettily below him, nipples hard, and legs spread wide open with a wet pussy begging to be fucked. You must have been quite a sight to behold, you realized, as you heard the disciple heave a shuddering sigh.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself a few times. A thick, pearl of precum formed at his head. His palm gathered his slickness and lathered it all over his entire length.
You stared intently at him. Your tongue wiggled inside of your mouth, wishing to lick the disciple silly. But soon enough, horror dawned over you when you processed your own thoughts. This wasn’t like you. Turned on from another man’s cock – God knows what Jaha would do if he discovered you liking this.
You took a gander at your fiancé.
“Jaha.” You whispered. “Must we do this?”
Jaha exhaled sharply through this nose. A smirk danced over his lips. “But you’re liking this!” He declared. “Why would I want to stop?”
Your attention reverted back to the disciple when you heard his breathing grow heavier. He stood before you with his hard cock in his hand, still pumping and producing precum. It stood proudly close to your face that you could smell the disgusting odor of his dick.
“Don’t drool too much, [Y/N].” You heard Jaha say jokingly.
The disciple gulped. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
A puzzling mix of terror and desire developed within you as the disciple murmured his apology and at the same time, he got on his knees and aligned his cock at your entrance. Your hands moved to push away but the icy glare Jaha sent you forced you to stop.
Depite Jaha saying that he would not let the man touch you, it seemed like he was truly gonna go through with this. The only thing you could do was hope for this to end as soon as possible.
You shut your eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable feeling of the head of his cock prod against your nether but... nothing happened. A scream of hurt and fear and a body falling on the floor prompted you to open your eyes.
The first thing that you saw was Jaha standing before you, his back facing you. Your line-of-sight trailed down and you saw the disciple sprawled on the floor, his mask discarded somewhere under the table and his hands clutching a part of his face. The lust he had felt dissipated as Jaha towered over him.
“Ah, it appalls me just how far your stupidity can go.”
Jaha circled around the disciple, and finally you saw his expression. A smile – no. What you saw playing over Jaha’s face was the furthest thing from a smile. It resembled one, but the darkness behind it wouldn’t consider it a smile.
Your nails dug into your palms as you watched Jaha from your respective distance. Never have you seen him so intimidating, so frightening. Seeing him like this, you didn’t think you’d like. The heat in your stomach was so intense. You rubbed your thighs together as you continued watching him.
You didn’t flinch when Jaha pressed his foot against the disciple’s abdomen. “What made you think you can fuck my wife?” His question was simple and yet held so much authority in its inflexion.
“But you said–”
Jaha pressed more on his abdomen, successfully eliciting a whimper from the lower rank. “Think about it, you fucker. You’ve worked under me for so long and you can’t tell if I’ll really allow you to fuck my wife?” The atmosphere and temperature, dreadful it had already been, dropped to the point where everyone but you feared for their lives. Jaha’s gaze landed on the other man’s cock, and laughter bubbled out of his mouth. “Take a good look at yourself. Do you think that can pleasure her?” He threw his head back, still laughing. “I doubt she’d even feel a thing if you put it in her.”
The disciple heeded no mind to the mortifying degradation his superior said to him and attempted to compose himself.
"Please, sir, forgive me!"
Jaha clicked his tongue. “Now you’re begging for forgiveness?” He shook his head. “Listen... I understand that you have been born stupid, but did you really think I wouldn’t recognize my own disciples?”
Your eyes widened as you saw Jaha grip the man’s throat and lift him up into the air. “Whoever sent you here... must be as stupid as you are. You really thought I wouldn’t notice you milking the others for information? How ridiculous.”
You could feel your heartbeat thundering against your eardrums as Jaha flexed his hand. So, the reason Jaha was being so cruel to this one man was because he was a spy. But still...
Quickly, you rose to your feet, ignoring how you stumbled as you did. “Jaha, don’t– ”
Jaha ignored you once more. He narrowed his eyes at the "disciple”, the smile dropping from his face. “Well... anyway, if you survive, I’ll consider forgiving you.”
It all happened too fast. Jaha gripping the man’s throat tighter, the blinding flash of lightning, the blood curling scream tearing through the silence, promptly followed by the thud of a lifeless body.
You felt your legs give out once more, and soon enough found yourself on the ground. Your eyes remained rooted on the man’s corpse.
Jaha fluttered his hand, mimicking a motion of a nobleman ridding himself off the dirt that got on his hand. “Take this thing out and get out of here.”
The other disciples have not yet even taken a step forward to enact his order when Jaha suddenly took a lock of your hair in his hold. You turned to look at him only to be greeted by his massive dock slapping against your face, smearing your cheek with precum.
“Now,” Jaha smirked, eyes glinting with lust. “Suck.”
You didn’t have to be asked twice. Your mouth took him whole quickly, slurping sloppily at his cock. His hand ran through your hair and his head moved back. He pushed your head forward, forcing you to take him in deeper. The sound of you choking filled the room. Not even the heavy footsteps of the disciples as they dragged away their “colleague” from the room could compete with the obscene sounds you were making.
“Fuck, fuck, just like that.” He released your hair and stroked your locks once again. You looked up at Jaha. This wasn’t the first time you’ve sucked him off. You’ve lost count of the times he’s requested you to suck him when he was stressed over matters, he never told you of. But even so, you never get tired of seeing him like this – flushed face, furrowed eyebrows, and completely at your mercy.
You pulled away from his cock and ran your tongue over the ridges. You left long strips of saliva on the base and proceeded to give kitty licks and the occasional sharp suck on the head of his cock. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to alleviate your lust. You didn’t hear the door close, but you knew it did when Jaha pulled your mouth from his cock and forced you to your feet.
You haven’t even fully recovered from the haze of lust from sucking, but already he had you against the wall. With one hand clutching your jaw, he used the other to lift your hanfu, showing your pussy to him.
“Jaha!... Wait – fuck!”
He didn’t have the time to listen to you. He pushed the head of his cock past your pussy lips, and with one single thrust, he’d bottomed out inside of you again.
Jaha pounded into you hard. He did not let you adjust to his intrusion, leaving you mewling and dragging your nails on his back. The sound of his hips smacking against yours have once again filled the room, much like earlier. The only difference was that this time there were no foreign eyes watching the two of you. A series of moans escaped your mouth as your pussy fluttered and gripped your fiancée’s cock. Your precum was scattering all over your thighs at his every thrust. Jaha bit and sucked at your skin, marring your flesh with his possessive marks. He had always been this way. Leaving love bites on any place he could to show his possession over you.
“You should’ve seen the look on your face when that guy showed his cock to you.” You wailed pitifully as Jaha took your breasts in his hands. Without faltering in his pace, he fondled and mauled with your hardened and sensitive nubs. His combined ministrations caused your eyes to roll back and your tongue to slip out of your mouth.
He inhaled sharply. He gazed deeply in your eyes. “You wanted him inside of you.”
“No...! ”
One of his hands released your tit and came down to slap your ass. You whimpered in pleasure.
“Don’t even lie. I know what I saw.” He pressed his heaving chest against yours. Your breasts squishing against him. “Why do you think I killed him?”
You gasped, but you didn’t know whether it was from the shock of his confession or the harsh slamming of his hips against yours. “You killed him because–”
You assumed it was because he was a spy, but...
“ – because I was jealous, that’s right.” He breathed out, half lidded eyes gazing heatedly at you. “You don’t want to know what else I’ll do when you make me jealous.”
You felt his cock throb inside you. You moaned, and you began to meet his movement, moving your hips up and down as much as you could in your current position.
“Jaha...” You moaned his name. You kept getting pushed to the edge of euphoria.
“Shit, you’re gripping me so tight.” Jaha took your ass in his hands and bounced you on his cock along the rhythm of his thrusts. “Are you going to cum?”
Your capability to speak was stolen from you – all too drunk on the way his cock kept brushing on a spongy spot in your pussy – so your head could only nod in answer.
“Cum with me then, [Y/N]. Show me how good I’m making you feel!”
The coil in your abdomen unravelled, and so did you. Your release rocked your whole body. Your body arched against Jaha, and your hips rode him faster, prolonging your release. Jaha spluttered in surprise, his hands digging into your ass as he followed. You swore you would find bruises the next day. Strings of his thick load shot inside your pussy one after another, slowly filling you to the brim until warmth spread across your abdomen.
He moaned in your ear. You shuddered when his hot breath fanned your neck. His voice was deep. You could never get used to him moaning like that so close to you.
“Take it all in, baby. Take my cum, take it.” Jaha whispered in your ear. You whined as he released deep inside you. His head fell on your shoulder as he filled you up. He pumped his deflating cock in and out of you, making sure none of his cum went to waste. All your cunt could do was greedily milk all his cum, as it was used to doing.
You could feel your legs tremble every now and then as globs of his load drooled out from your union, snaking down your inner thigh and plopping noisily against the ground.
Ripples of pleasure from your release slowly exited your body, and the unbearable weight of fatigue dawned over you. Your legs straightened and your arms coiled around your partner’s neck. You rested your head over the crook of his neck and slumped your entire weight against him.
Jaha wrapped his arms around you. A hum thrummed in his throat. “Tired?”
You nodded once. “Mm.. yes.”
“Well, that’s too bad.” A strangled gasp flourished from your lips and your irises expanded when you felt your walls expand as Jaha gradually hardened inside of you again. Still sensitive from your recent orgasm, your body did not take too long to elicit an enthusiastic response to the stimulus, and you began clenching around his girth. He took hold of your chin between his fingers, a broad smirk that sent shivers down your spine etching across his face.
