⸺ ⟢ synopsis. jing yuan isn’t a fan of early mornings, and you’re not a fan of heat waves. though perhaps you can both come to an agreement.
pairing. jing yuan x fem! reader | wc. 1.4k words | genres. smut. minors do not interact. | warnings. cock warming. a little sweat mention but it’s not particularly in a kink way. a little lighthearted teasing. idk why it’s taken me so long to write something like this given the current weather. he refers to you as “my dear.” | return to masterlist.
⸺ ⟢ notes. this is your reminder to keep cool, wear spf + drink water if you’re currently suffering like i am ☀️
It had been hot these past few days.
The temperature has made it feel entirely impossible to get any rest at night considering the lack of a breeze coming in through your propped open bedroom window, and it’s definitely not made any better by the huge furnace of a man that was currently pressed up against you either.
Jing Yuan was a cuddler. Terribly so. Usually you wouldn’t be one to complain about it, but when it’s 4am and you’re woken up by the uncomfortable feeling of sweat pooling on your skin from where he’s holding you close to himself, it makes it hard to ignore it.
You blink groggily into the darkness of your bedroom as you wake up for probably the nth time, shifting a little with a movement that emphasises the way the back of your pyjama shirt is completely soaked with sweat, and the realisation is enough to make you cringe.
The flimsy fabric is sandwiched between your own skin and that of Jing Yuan’s broad, warm chest from where he’s got you pressed against it. And following that up with another shift to try and earn yourself some distance, and air, only seems to bring your attention to just how tight he’s got you.
It’s not all that surprising, you’re the first person to know that Jing Yuan’s muscles aren’t all for show, but when they’re the only thing coming between you and some much needed sleep after a long day, you find yourself cursing them anyway.
You struggle against his arms again, trying to move softly as to not wake up the slumbering general behind you— but enough to try and peel his biceps from where they’re hugging around your waist. But even this slight movement is making you feel even hotter, and with every passing second where your body temperature feels like it’s slowly rising— you find yourself getting more frustrated.
You kick your feet a bit, shoving the last of the forsaken comforter off of your legs in a desperate attempt to get more of a breeze. But when your attempts only seem to end in vain and you stop struggling, you swear Jing Yuan’s grip on you only appears to have gotten tighter.
A voice from behind is the only thing that stops you from thwacking him over the head.
“Come now, leaving so soon?” Jing Yuan hums, his voice a waking rumble in his chest as he shifts in the space behind you. “Surely it’s far too early for even you to start the day.”
“Let go off me, it’s too hot.” You huff, emphasising your words with another attempt to get out of his hold. “You’re not making it any better.”
Jing Yuan gives your waist a squeeze.
“Is that so?”
“Be serious, am I the only one sweating? You’re like a human furnace.”
The mattress appears to shift for a moment, and you’re sure if you had your eyes on the general right now he’d have shrugged. “A small price to pay.” His voice follows, proving you right with his smug response. “I find I sleep much better that way.”
“Well, I must tell you you’re alone in that regard.”
You try to shove an elbow back in rebellion, but when it’s met with a hard wall of Jing Yuan’s muscles and a slow, sleepy chuckle from the man behind you; you assume he couldn’t have felt it as anymore than a tickle.
“You wound me.” He breathes against your skin, making you shudder as he tucks you in closer. “Your feeble attempt to escape is noted but ultimately denied.”
“You’re torturing me here.”
“Torturing you, hm?” Jing Yuan murmurs, stroking his thumb beneath the damp fabric of your shirt. “Is that truly how one would refer to their current position?”
You lose your focus on how warm you are when Jing Yuan’s words are followed by his strong biceps pulling you closer to his bare chest, the movement allowing you to feel the way his cock is already hard and aching against your lower back.
His lips press just short of your ear now, tresses of white hair falling along your face as he presses you into the pillows.
“I have a few other terms in mind that you may find much more fitting.” His breath against your skin makes you shudder. “And you’re not exactly making it easy for me, are you? With all of your movements. I would consider you quite calculated, my dear.”
It’s almost involuntary the way you grind your hips back to meet him.
You find yourself wiggling yourself towards him, clutching at his forearm and despite the way you’re sweating against his form— his skin is warm and grounding. His fingers finally slide beneath the fabric of your shirt, and he digs his hands into the supple skin of your hips to keep you in place when he grinds up against you again.
“I’m sweaty though.” You murmur, pressing yourself back hard against Jing Yuan.
He’s busy pressing kisses down the length of your neck, the warmth of his hands only leaving your skin in favour of shoving down his boxers. “Is that supposed to deter me?”
“I of all people know nothing deters you, Jing Yuan.” You throw a half-lidded look over your shoulder. “Though I must admit you have a way of convincing people.”
His chuckle is a slow release, accompanied by his aching cock springing free behind you and smearing beads of precum along the skin of your thighs when you grind back to meet it.
“I have years of negotiations beneath my belt, my dear.” Jing Yuan reminds before his hands return to your skin, and in one smooth motion he lifts up your thighs enough to pull your damp panties to the side. “Though I would consider this one to be amongst the utmost important.”
Jing Yuan’s lips are back against your ear before the press of his aching cock slides its way through your glistening folds. It’s followed by a slow, languid roll of his hips as the heavy shaft drags along the glistening slick of your pussy, soaking him to the base as the blunt head catches on the hood of your clit and it’s gentle enough to make you twitch.
Your head drops back against Jing Yuan’s chest, and you spread your thighs wider when he pulls you back again. His cock presses against your tight hole now and your voice appears to catch in your throat. “I don’t think Fu Xuan will be happy to hear you take this more seriously than your duties.”
That makes him chuckle again, but he doesn’t respond immediately— too busy placing a few open-mouthed kisses along the dip of your shoulder before he’s suddenly sinking up into you.
“Perhaps it’s best we don’t tell her this one, hm?”
It’s all so lazy but deliberate, the way Jing Yuan groans against your throat while one of his hands move to rub soothing, slow circles into your clit as your pussy clenches around him. Accompanied by the stuffy heat in your bedroom, and how deep he already feels, you feel dizzy and full— arching back against him as you attempt to take even more into your flexing walls.
Until you feel him glide past the soft spot that makes your whole body twitch, and you manage a weak, dreamy whine when he eventually bottoms out. His heavy balls press tight against your ass, and when your pussy flexes again— you suddenly find it easier to ignore the wet press of your back against the general’s chest.
You feel Jing Yuan’s jaw clench when you relax against his body once more, feeling his large, warm palm return to its place beneath your shirt as he takes a slow handful of your breast. A thin layer of sweat meets him there, but instead of cringing away— it appears to allow the soft, lazy back and forth swipe of his thumb over your nipple to feel that much more gentle.
“Shall I consider this negotiation a success then, my dear?” Jing Yuan asks after a moment, his voice sounding much more dazed from where he now rests.
And if you didn’t find yourself equal parts full and comfy all of a sudden, you would surely find that previous fire to thwack him would come back.
But instead you wiggle your hips a bit more, enough to make Jing Yuan’s cock throb from where he’s pressing up against your walls and when it’s enough to make him take a sharp breath. You consider that a victory in itself.
“Atleast offer me a fan to cool down next time.” You tease before settling down again, eyes fluttering with sleep.
“Oh, I am sure that would be no trouble at all.” He responds in kind, his voice rougher with drowsiness but still as sly. “You need only ask.”
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