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fucked stupid [ park jongseong ]

you push jay too far, and he shows you exactly what it means to be put in your place.

❛ content 3.6k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, bratty bottom! male reader, mean! jay, degradation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (p in a), power play, dirty talk, finger fucking, semi–public, forced begging, requested here.

you were asking for it — and jay knew it.

that sly smirk you threw his way earlier in the practice room when your hand accidentally grazed the side of his thigh. the subtle way your voice dipped just low enough during warm-ups, those little comments meant only for his ears. even now, back here in the quiet dressing room, you were sprawled out on the worn leather couch like you owned the place, legs spread, one ankle hooked over the other knee, phone lazily scrolling, cocked eyebrow daring him to make a move.

jay didn't speak. he didn't even need to.

when the last member's footsteps faded away down the hall and the door clicked shut with a heavy finality, he finally turned to you. slow and deliberate. every inch of him radiating that simmering heat you both knew was about to spill over.

and before you could even blink properly, you felt his body pressed into yours, a firm weight against your chest as your back slammed softly against the cool wall behind you. your breath hitched, heart pounding loud enough to drown out everything else.

"you're such a little fucking problem," jay whispered, voice rough like gravel, one hand braced flat beside your head, fingers splayed wide to cage you in.

the other hand reached out, fingers closing around your chin with a possessive squeeze, tilting your face up to meet his burning gaze.

"mouthy little brat."

your lips curled into that grin he hated but craved. your breath came quicker now, shallow little gasps, a spark flickering low in your belly.

"maybe i just think you need to be put in your place," you breathed back, voice low but full of challenge.

his eyes darkened, narrowing like a predator about to pounce. "that right?"

you shrugged with fake innocence, but jay saw through it. your pupils were blown wide, shimmering with want, and his gaze flicked down instinctively — caught the subtle twitch beneath your sweatpants, that unmistakable promise of your need.

"you think you can run your mouth like that and not get dealt with?" his voice dropped lower, thick with something dangerous. "you think i haven't noticed the way you watch me every time i bend you out of shape in practice? the way you crave it, don't you?"

you swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the curve of his lips, wet and slightly parted.

"maybe," you whispered, voice trembling with want. "you gonna do something about it, hyung?"

that grin of his was sharper than any knife — cold, sharp, and utterly intoxicating.

"take your fucking clothes off."

you barely had time to register before he shoved you again — not rough enough to hurt, but enough to jolt your chest forward, breath catching in your throat. he stepped back, arms crossed, watching with a slow-burning intensity, jaw tight, as you peeled your shirt over your head, skin prickling where the fabric left you exposed to the cool air.

your fingers trembled slightly as you tugged down your sweatpants, revealing yourself fully.

he didn't say a word. he just moved forward, heat radiating off him as he pressed his hands to your waist, gripping firmly, pushing you down onto the couch. your back hit the cushions with a soft thud, your breath hitching at the sudden pressure.

he settled between your thighs, knees digging lightly into the couch cushions as he leaned forward, breath warm on your skin. his fingers brushed up your inner thigh — slow and teasing — making your muscles tense and twitch under his touch.

"look at you," he muttered, knuckles ghosting near the line of your cock. "all that cocky bullshit, and you're already hard."

your hips jerked involuntarily at the brush of his palm, thick and flushed, heart hammering. you could feel the slick warmth pooling low, every nerve ending alive and screaming.

he didn't touch you directly, not yet — he just dragged his palm deliberately past you, a smirk curling his lips when your thighs trembled, quivering beneath his touch. with deliberate intent, jay spread your legs wider, leaning in close, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl that vibrated through your chest.

"you're not gonna cum until i say. you hear me?"

you blinked up at him, dazed but grinning, breath shallow and thick with want. "what if i do?"

his palm cracked sharply across your thigh, the sting mingling with the heat already blooming in your skin.

"then i'll edge you until you're sobbing."

you bit your lip hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood, arousal pulsing through your veins like wildfire, making your toes curl instinctively. your whole body seemed to hum, alive with need and the sharp sting of anticipation. jay leaned in closer, his breath warm, almost hot, fanning against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

"you don't get to cum just 'cause you're hard and desperate," he murmured, voice low and steady, full of command. "you're gonna learn how to behave."

then, finally, his fingers slid down, tracing the dip of your stomach, skimming across the base of your cock with an almost cruel patience. the touch was electric, every nerve ending sparking with hunger.

your breath hitched sharply.

a gasp tore from your throat as his fingertips brushed your entrance, teasing and measuring, making your thighs clench instinctively. you tried to shut them tight, but his grip was firm, relentless, holding you open like you were his possession.

"don't hide from me now," he muttered against your skin, voice low and rough.

then, without warning, he pushed one slick finger inside.

you barely had time to register before the stretch hit — immediate, intrusive, just on the edge of overwhelming. it was almost too much, but your body betrayed you, responding like it had been waiting for this moment, aching for it. you realized he'd grabbed lube without you noticing, the cold wetness only adding to the strange deliciousness of the sensation.

jay's eyes never left your face, sharp and intense, reading every flicker of expression.

"so fucking tight," he growled. "already twitching around one finger. fucking needy little thing, aren't you?"

you moaned, jaw slackening as your back arched involuntarily, muscles coiling and releasing under his touch. the heat of his palm pressed firm against your inner thigh anchored you, kept you steady as the pleasure and pain mingled in your chest.

"look at me," he demanded.

you did. his eyes burned into yours — dark, unblinking, filled with raw hunger and possession. you wanted to look away, but couldn't.

"you're gonna take it all. understand?"

your head nodded quickly, almost on its own, hips twitching against the pressure as he slid a second finger inside, stretching you wider.

he didn't rush. his movements were slow and brutal, no mercy, no tenderness — just hard, deliberate strokes curling right where they made you gasp the loudest. every time your muscles clenched around his fingers, he smirked like he'd won some private victory.

"god, you’re tight," he said, voice thick with satisfaction. "what, you been holding out on me? waiting for me to stuff this pretty hole full?"

your cock jerked sharply at the dirty words — he noticed, eyes flickering with amusement.

"oh, you liked that?"

you tried to answer, mouth opening, but only a breathy whimper escaped before he pressed deeper, fingers scissoring slowly inside you, stretching, claiming. his thumb brushed over your taint, light and teasing, and you damn near bucked off the couch, muscles trembling from the overload of sensation.

jay chuckled, a low, pleased sound.

"sensitive," he teased. "thought you were tough, baby."

you let out a strangled moan, helpless beneath him. three fingers now worked inside you, stretching wide, curling, pushing you to your limits. it felt like your body was going to shatter, break open in his hand.

"please," you choked, voice ragged, raw with need.

"please what?" he taunted, eyes glinting with wicked delight.

you couldn't think straight, just heat and pressure, the way his hand filled you, moved with ownership.

"touch me," you gasped. "fuck—need—need—"

finally, his free hand wrapped around your cock, firm and commanding. the moment his fingers closed around you, a sharp, desperate wail tore from your throat, heat crashing through every nerve ending.

"yeah," jay said, voice low, steady as he started stroking you with slow, tight pumps. "that's what i thought. always acting smart. now you're just my fucking toy."

his thumb swept over the tip, dragging precum across your skin like it was some offense. your cock throbbed wildly under his hand — slick, flushed, already leaking again. his fingers buried deep inside you kept stretching, curling, relentless in their claim. the combination, the pressure inside you and the friction outside, made your head spin dizzy with sensation.

"don't cum," he warned, voice dropping to a growl thick with menace. "don't you fucking dare."

you sobbed, breath hitching. "i—i can't—"

"you can," he snapped, voice sharp like a whip. "you're gonna take what i give you, brat. and you're gonna thank me for it."

your whole body felt like it was on fire. cock twitching wildly, hole clenching tightly around his fingers with every stroke, abs tightening so hard it felt like you'd snap. your legs trembled uncontrollably, mouth parted in a silent, desperate cry.

jay's eyes tracked everything — the way your hips jerked against his hand, the flutter of your lashes, the pulse of your cock sliding in his fist.

"you're so fucking pretty like this," he murmured, almost to himself, voice rough. "squirming. shaking. just a wrecked little brat who needs his hyung to ruin him."

you whimpered, hips stuttering up against his palm, chasing that release even as he growled a sharp.

"no. you don't get to cum. not yet."

without warning, he let go of your cock, and you cried out, breath breaking into ragged gasps.

your hands shot down instinctively to your cock, desperate to touch yourself, but before you could, his grip was lightning fast — he yanked your wrist over your head, pinning your arm flat against the cushions.

"you don't get to touch yourself," he snarled, voice low and fierce. "you gave me that control when you started mouthing off."

"hyung," you whimpered, voice breaking, desperate.

"you'll cum when i say."

then, just like that, his fingers thrust hard inside you again — fast, brutal, and merciless.

you sobbed, back arching, muscles trembling.

"not yet, baby. not yet."

you weren't sure which part of you trembled harder — your legs shaking against the couch, your fingers curling tight in helpless tension, or your voice cracking with so much need.

jay held your wrist pinned high, fingers still plunging inside you, now slow, mocking in their deliberate rhythm. your thighs glistened with sweat, hips twitching uncontrollably at every curl of his knuckles. your cock throbbed, untouched and aching, left flushed as your pulse pounded loud in your ears.

and he hadn't even fucked you yet.

you were wrecked, raw, undone — and he wasn't anywhere near finished.

"look at you," he muttered, eyes narrowed with that sharp, calculating heat, like you were a puzzle he was solving inch by inch with his touch. "fucked dumb just from my fingers. what the fuck is gonna happen when i actually put my dick in you?"

you whimpered, breath catching in a sharp little gasp. he chuckled low and mean — the kind of laugh that said, you wanted this.

"yeah? you want that? want me to ruin you now?"

"yes—please," you gasped, voice hoarse, trembling. "i need it, hyung—please, just fuck me already—"

slowly, deliberately, he dragged his fingers out of you, savoring every inch as your walls clenched, protesting the loss. you felt the slick trail left behind, a wet reminder of what had just filled you.

"you beg like a good little slut when you're desperate," he murmured, licking his fingers with a smirk, watching you wide-eyed, breathless and blown out. "that mouth runs nonstop all day, but when you're like this?"

he leaned in close, lips brushing your cheek.

"you don't say shit unless i tell you to."

your body jolted with a shiver that had nothing to do with the chill in the room. every nerve ending felt raw, skin feverish, muscles clenched tight like coiled springs. your cock throbbed relentlessly, still hard and leaking, twitching helplessly against your stomach, betraying you with need. you heard the slow metallic clink of jay's belt coming undone before you even saw it. that sound sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.

jay stood, tugging his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. it sprang out thick and flushed, already hard and pulsing. your mouth parted involuntarily, a low moan slipping free as your legs instinctively tried to close. he caught your thigh and pried your legs apart, grip firm and unyielding.

"nuh-uh. open wide, baby. you wanna act like a brat? then you better take every single fucking inch."

your breath hitched as he spat into his palm, the slick sound loud in the quiet room. your eyes locked on the way his fist moved down his cock — slow, lazy strokes, veins standing out against the flushed skin, slick and tight under his hand.

jay leaned down, aligning himself with your entrance, the heat radiating off him scorching against your skin.

"i want you to feel it," he said, voice thick and low, each word heavy with promise. "every stretch. every inch."

then, without any warning, he pushed in.

your whole body arched off the couch, muscles tensing so hard it felt like you'd snap. no buildup, just the blunt head of his cock forcing past your rim, dragging a choked gasp from deep in your throat. he was thick, slow but relentless, filling you inch by agonizing inch.

"f-fuck—" you whimpered, voice breaking.

"yeah, that's right," jay growled, fingers tightening their grip on your thighs, anchoring you down. "say it. say what a tight fucking hole you've got. say how much you love getting stuffed full by your hyung."

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan threatening to spill free, but he slammed his hips forward hard — burying himself to the base with a brutal force that stole your breath. you screamed, raw and ragged.

"say it."

"i—i love it—fuck, i love it—!"

jay grinned, breath heavy, hips grinding deep and slow just to make sure you felt every inch of him inside you. you clenched tight, back arching as your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, pulling him deeper like your body refused to let him go.

"of course you do," he muttered, voice possessive. "you were made for this. made to get fucked stupid."

he started moving.

slow at first — just enough to make you feel it. the drag of his cock sliding over your sensitive walls, the way your hole fluttered and clenched every time he pulled back. the stretch burned, delicious and sharp, only growing worse when he sped up, hips snapping harder and faster.

each thrust made you cry out — raw, breathless, your whole body trembling under the relentless pressure. you could feel every ridge, every vein, every brutal inch of him driving into you, your hole gripping him like it never wanted to let go. jay's body was slick with sweat, muscles flexing and shifting above you as he fucked you hard. his abs tightened every time he pulled back, jaw clenched tight, biceps straining as he held your thighs wide open with brutal strength.

"you're fucking squeezing me like a vice," he groaned, voice rough with need. "you want it that bad, huh? want me to ruin this tight little hole for good?"

"y-yes—yes, fuck, please don't stop—"

your voice broke on the last syllable as he shifted his angle, slamming hard and fast into your prostate with a sharp, punishing snap of his hips.

your vision whitened, breath stuttering.

"right there," he said darkly, voice low and hungry. "i feel that. you almost came just now, didn't you?"

your whole body was trembling — shaking, really — with a ragged moan slipping from the deepest place in your throat. your eyes were glassy, unfocused, like you were drifting somewhere between pain and pleasure, caught in the middle and unable to catch your breath.

"you're not gonna cum," he repeated, slower this time, each word deliberate.

he bent forward, chest pressing heavy and warm against yours, his breath fanning hot over your cheek, sending a fresh shiver down your spine.

"you're gonna take it."

then he fucked into you harder. no rhythm, no mercy — just brutal, punishing thrusts that knocked the air out of your lungs with every slam. the couch groaned under the weight of you both, the slick, wet sounds of skin sliding on skin echoing loud in the room. your cock bobbed helplessly against your stomach — red, angry, leaking steadily with no relief in sight, twitching with desperate need. jay's eyes flicked down, sharp and hungry.

"look at this pathetic thing," he muttered, voice low and almost amused. "you're throbbing so bad. must hurt, huh?"

you whimpered, legs trembling uncontrollably beneath him. without warning, he wrapped a hand around your cock — but didn't move it.

"still think you're in control?" he whispered, breath hot against your ear. "still think you get to run your mouth to me like you're not just a cock-drunk little brat?"

you couldn't answer. not even a sound came out. your throat was tight, your whole body burning.

he gave your cock one slow, deliberate stroke, fingers sliding over your slick skin with cruel patience. then he squeezed tight at the base, thumb brushing over the swollen tip.

"don't you fucking cum," he warned, voice a growl that vibrated through your chest.

you nodded frantically, hands clawing at the cushions beneath you, thighs shaking as he resumed pounding into you harder now. he didn't care that you were sensitive to the point of pain — it only seemed to fuel him, watching you unravel like this.

"you're gonna cum when i say," he growled, voice low and commanding. "and not a second before."

your body was barely holding together. every brutal thrust made your legs twitch, stomach knot tighter, your mouth hung open in a silent, desperate moan. the stretch and burn deep inside were unbearable and electric all at once.

and still — no release.

jay's breathing was ragged now too, hips stuttering slightly as he dug his fingers into your thighs, holding you open like a prize.

but he wasn't done with you — not even close.

"touch yourself," he ordered suddenly, voice sharp as a whip. "but don't you dare cum."

your hand shot down to your cock, jerking yourself wildly, desperate and on edge. every nerve was firing — cock sore and twitching, your hole pulsing tight around him, skin hypersensitive to every touch.

jay leaned in close again, lips brushing just behind your ear, voice low and rough.

"i want you to beg."

"please—hyung, please, i need to cum, i need it—" you gasped, voice breaking.

"not good enough."

he slammed deep again, thrust hard and merciless.

"beg."

"i'm gonna lose it—fuck—please, let me cum, i'll do anything, i swear, i swear i'll be good—just let me cum—"

jay finally stopped moving.

he stayed buried deep inside you, his cock twitching gently, heavy and warm against your slick walls. his eyes locked on your face — watching every tremble, every flicker of desperation as your expression crumpled under the pressure of all the need you'd been holding back.

"then take it," he said low, slow, like a command and a promise all at once.

and suddenly, everything exploded.

you came with a scream, raw and ragged, your cock jerking violently in your hand as thick white streaks splattered across your stomach. it didn't stop — it just kept pouring out, hot and endless, your body trembling beneath the flood of pleasure. your muscles clenched, quivering, every nerve ending lit on fire.

jay didn't stop either.

he started fucking you again through your orgasm, relentless, driving deep into your trembling body. his hips slammed forward with power, dragging every last shiver and moan from your overstimulated skin.

you were sobbing now — soft cries breaking free as you pushed weakly at his shoulders, overwhelmed and utterly wrecked. but jay wasn't done.

"oh no," he growled, voice thick, fucking you harder, faster. "you think you're done? i haven't finished yet."

you gasped, voice hoarse and broken.

"c-can't—too much—"

"you can. and you will."

then he came.

with a deep grunt, hips slamming forward one last time before stilling, cock pulsing deep inside your spent, shaking body. you felt every hot spurt, every lingering throb against your walls, your breath hitching as your body absorbed it all. jay stayed there for a long moment, chest rising and falling against yours, sweat slick and warm dripping down onto your skin. his breath was heavy, ragged, filled with something like satisfaction.

slowly, deliberately, he pulled out, watching as your hole twitched and clenched, messy and ruined and still fluttering from the aftershocks of everything.

"look at you," he said softly, voice low and rough. his finger brushed gently along your still-sensitive cock, and you whimpered, raw and tender. "so fucked out. you really are the best when you shut up."

you blinked up at him, dazed, tears clinging to your lashes, lips swollen and red from biting them too hard. your chest rose and fell, heart still racing.

he leaned down, brushing his lips to yours. soft. slow. nothing like the harshness of how he'd just fucked you.

but it made your heart skip a beat.

"next time you wanna mouth off," jay murmured, lips tracing the curve of your temple. "remember what happens when you push me."

you shivered beneath him.

and you already knew you were gonna do it again.

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THIS ONE IS HELLA FINE !!! THIS DESERVES MORE NOTES, LIKES, VIEWS AND COMMENTS !! (P.S will there be a part 2?)

turn it down | ponytail 예쁘지만 흩트리면 난 더 좋아

PAIRING : academic rival!sunghoon x male!reader

SUMMARY : mid-terms are coming up and of course you're caught up cramming the last bit of information that your brain can hold. the only thing is the loud ass music coming from the room next door, park sunghoon's room, causing your mind to reel. a simple confrontation should do the trick. right?

CONTAINS : top sunghoon, bot reader, hate sex, reader is lwk a brat, (light) degradation, rough handling / manhanding (hair pulling), dacryphilia, lots of banter, kinda dubcon?

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

tuesday, november 9th. 3:12 a.m.

your desk looks like a war crime. highlighters everywhere, loose-leaf paper threatening to slide off the edge, half of an energy drink you forgot to finish. your eyes sting every time you blink, and your brain’s working at maybe twenty percent, if you’re being generous.

and then it starts again. that low, rock shit that vibrates through the wall like it owns the place. not even loud, just annoyingly persistent. subtle enough that you can’t exactly justify banging on his door, but annoying enough to ruin your concentration completely.

you sit there for maybe a minute. two. waiting to see if it stops. it doesn’t. you know it won’t.

because sunghoon’s a habitual asshole. you’ve known that since orientation week, when he made some smug comment about your test scores like it was a joke. ever since then it’s been non-stop competing GPAs, half-smiles across classrooms, TA praise you’re both too proud to share.

you’re not friends. you’re not even enemies. you’re just locked in, semester after semester, orbiting each other with a kind of mutual contempt that no one else seems to notice.

he plays this loud ass bullshit every time there’s a deadline coming up. maybe it helps him study. maybe he just likes fucking with you.

either way, you’ve had enough. you shove your chair back hard and head into the hall barefoot, too tired to pretend to be polite.

your knuckles hit his door. once. twice. harder than necessary.

there’s a shuffle. then the door cracks open like it’s been weighted shut.

sunghoon blinks at you.

he’s doesn't appear tired at first. not even disheveled in the way you’d expect from him. just... rumpled. and after just a second you notice his hoodie pulled over his head, sleeves pushed to his elbows, collar a little skewed. his hair looks like he’s been clawing through it all night. eye bags for days. skin a little pale under the dorm lights.

he’s clearly not slept either, but he still manages to look irritatingly composed. like even his collapse is well-curated. he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t even bother with a fake smile.

“turn it down,” you say, arms crossed, voice deadpan.

he drags a hand over his face, slow and lazy. doesn’t look surprised. just exhausted.

“it’s not even that loud.”

there’s a long silence after that. the kind where the air goes still and your jaw tenses involuntarily. you hate how good he is at this, at being unbothered. like you’re the one making things difficult, even though he’s the one fucking around at 3 a.m. like he doesn’t have the same exam you do in eight hours.

you could push it. argue. threaten to call the resident assistant. but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

he shifts a little, gaze skimming over you once. then he steps aside.

“if it’s that distracting,” he mutters, tone unreadable, “come figure it out yourself.”

you hesitate. just for a second.

it’s not an invitation. it’s not even a dare. it’s... something else. a weird, tired challenge. like he doesn’t actually care whether you do or don’t.

you step in.

his room is a mess in the specific way only a midterm collapse can cause. open textbooks on the bed, extra hoodie draped over his desk chair, two half-empty coffee cups on the windowsill. the music’s coming from his laptop. some endless loop that sounds like it’s trying to mimic a guitar on steroids.

he closes the door behind you with a soft click. the sound feels louder than it should. you don’t sit. he doesn’t offer. he sinks back into his chair like he’s too tired to hold himself upright.

“you always this inconsiderate?” you ask, arms still folded.

he shrugs, not looking at you. “you always this dramatic?”

you roll your eyes. this is what it’s always like. dry comments, eye contact held a second too long, something mean simmering just under the surface. and yet you never stop. neither of you ever stops.

he reaches over and finally closes the music tab. silence drops over the room like a blanket, too heavy for comfort.

you hate this. being here. standing in his room like you’re in some kind of mutual standoff. like something’s about to happen but neither of you wants to be the one to start it.

he rubs his temple, exhales through his nose.

“you done?” he asks, not quite irritated, just bored. resigned.

“you don’t sleep either, huh.”

he snorts softly. “not since midterms started.”

you glance at the open book beside him. finance. same class you’ve got the exam for in the morning. of course he’s studying late. of course he’s doing exactly what you are, just louder, messier, and with worse time management.

you look at him again. his hood’s fallen back, hair semi-sticking out in wild directions. his sleeves are bunched at the elbows. he looks like the personification of burnout.

and still, still, he’s got that same flat expression. like even now, even like this, he’s unbeatable.

you swallow the comment that rises in your throat. something petty. something about how maybe if he spent less time pretending to be cool and more time working like a real person, he wouldn’t need caffeine and rock music to survive midterms.

but you don’t say it. not yet. you just lean against the edge of his desk and stare at him.

“you look like shit,” you say, finally.

he huffs a laugh. doesn’t look at you. “you always say the nicest things.”

and then there’s silence again, not awkward, not charged, just... thick. heavy with everything you’re not saying.

you should leave. but you don’t. not yet. you definitely didn’t plan to stay.

but you do. because you hate how he gets under your skin and makes it look easy. because he barely even asked you to come in, just stepped aside like he knew you would.

and maybe you hate that he was right.

now you’re standing in the middle of his room while he sits back down like nothing happened. like you didn’t just march over here two seconds from combusting.

he’s not pretending to be calm. he is calm. scrolling on his laptop, half-slouched in his chair, music still playing at that irritatingly low volume. like he’s immune to you.

you say nothing. neither does he.

you sit on the edge of his bed eventually, more out of annoyance than comfort. the frame creaks and he doesn’t look.

“your notes are a mess,” he says, not looking up.

you blink. “what?”

“your handwriting’s dogshit. i saw it in a lecture.”

you scoff. “maybe if you paid more attention to the lecture, you wouldn’t have to read mine.”

he hums, not denying it. “figured you’d take notes and be desperate to prove you’re better than me. two birds.”

you shoot him a glare he doesn’t see. you wish he would. it’d be nice to have him flinch for once.

“you’re such an asshole.”

“and you’re such a try-hard. works out.”

you stare at him. the bitterness in your throat is dry, sharp, familiar.

“you think you’re clever.”

“no,” he says, finally glancing at you. “i think you’re predictable.”

there it is. that look. the one he saves just for you, half bored, half challenging, like he wants you to crack.

and maybe you’re close to cracking.

you breathe through your nose and look away. you’re not going to play his game.

but then—

“you’re shaking.”

you glance down. your knee’s bouncing, unthinking. you stop it.

“midterms. caffeine.”

“sure.”

he spins a little in his chair, back to scrolling, like the conversation’s already over.

it should be. you should go. you don’t.

“what happened to your face?” you mutter.

“what.”

“you look like shit.”

he snorts. “you said that already." he glances at you, now facing you. "no sleep. not that it’s your business.”

you shrug. “was just wondering how you’re somehow uglier when you’re human.”

“funny,” he says. “from someone who only looks tolerable under library lighting.”

your jaw tenses. you meet his eyes.

“fuck you.”

“you wish.”

that stings more than it should. maybe because it hits too close to something you haven’t admitted even to yourself.

you glance around the room again. papers everywhere, water bottle on the floor, a faint smell of citrus and sweat and whatever expensive crap he uses on his skin.

you hate how easily he can exist in chaos. you hate that he’s still better than you in half your classes. and you hate that even now, sitting in his room, watching him blink slow and lean back like he owns the night, you can’t stop looking at him.

your skin feels too tight.

“you gonna stare all night?” he says without glancing up.

“just trying to understand how someone so average is so arrogant.”

he finally turns to you again, lazy but direct. the corner of his mouth lifts, barely.

“maybe because i keep winning.”

you laugh. sharp, mean. “you haven’t ‘won’ anything. you just skate by with minimal effort and let everyone assume you’re too cool to care.”

“and you care so hard it’s embarrassing.”

“you think it’s embarrassing to give a shit?”

“no. i think you are.”

there’s a pause. neither of you blinks.

and that’s when it hits, the understanding. quiet and mutual and completely unspoken.

you both know too much. too much about each other. too much about what words to use when you want them to cut. too much to pretend this is just a rivalry anymore.

he stands up. just one slow step forward. enough to close the distance.

you don’t move back. you don’t break eye contact.

the tension doesn’t spike, it thickens, draws tighter between you like a pulled wire. not sudden. not dramatic. just inevitable.

he stands in front of you now. close enough to smell his shampoo, his skin, the faint edge of cheap cafeteria coffee on his breath.

you could push him. you could leave. but you don’t.

“you’re exhausting,” you say quietly.

“you said that so many times.”

“doesn’t make it less true.”

his hand doesn’t touch you, not yet. but he’s there, standing like he might. like he’s waiting for a sign.

you don’t give him one. you just tilt your chin up and say,

“well? got something to say or just gonna hover like a freak?”

that’s what breaks it.not romance. not longing. not want.

irritation.

his hand comes to the side of your face, not soft. not rough. just firm, and his mouth meets yours in a kiss that’s not born of affection but frustration.

it’s not sudden. it’s slow. intentional.

he kisses you like he wants to shut you up again. like this is the only language he knows how to argue in now. you don’t kiss him back at first. then you do.

not because you like him. you don’t. you just want to win.

and this? this is winnable.

his tongue drags across your lip, your teeth scrape his. he groans low in his throat, more breath than sound, and you yank him down by the strings of his hoodie like he’s yours to drag around.

he stumbles forward and pushes you back into the bed. you don’t resist.

the kiss breaks, but the tension doesn’t. you breathe in sharp and fast, meeting his eyes.

there’s no going back from this. you’re not sure you want to.

his mouth is still on yours, rough and steady like he’s trying to end an argument with tongue and teeth.

you tug his hoodie off. he shrugs it away like it was pissing him off to begin with. his chest appearing more sculpted than you would like to admit. there’s tension in his muscles, irritation in the way he holds his arms like he doesn’t even want you seeing him. and yeah. he looks good. unfairly good.

“quit staring,” he mutters, breath against your cheek.

“get over yourself,” you shoot back. “you’re not that hot.”

he smirks, but it’s bitter. “says the one drooling on my bed.”

“in your dreams.”

“nah,” he breathes, close to your mouth again. “not even in those. too annoying.”

he kisses you before you can respond. just to shut you up again. it works. only for a second.

the kiss breaks when he pushes you back, hands at your shoulders, shoving you flat against the mattress.

“gonna keep talking shit?” he says, voice low.

“probably,” you say. “unless you finally manage to make me shut up.”

that gets a twitch from his lips, halfway between a scoff and something darker.

he climbs over you, knees on either side of your thighs. not with care. with intention. you feel the press of him even through his sweats, and you try not to squirm. fail, maybe. he tugs your shirt off, barely looking as he does.

“no wonder you’ve been a bitch all semester,” he mutters, eyes raking down your chest. “been dying to get fucked.”

“please,” you sneer. “if i wanted to get railed by a know-it-all with a superiority complex, i’d just jack off thinking about your presentation in econ.”

“yeah?” he says, leaning closer. “bet you did.”

his mouth drags down your neck, no softness, just the press of lips and teeth grazing enough to make you twitch. and then his fingers tangle in your hair. yank. hard.

not playful. not cute.

“try shutting up now,” he mutters, breath hot against your jaw.

“fuck you,” you snap, eyes watering from the pull. “you think this proves anything?”

he jerks your head back another inch, eyes on yours now, sharp and mean and way too calm.

“yeah,” he breathes. “proves you’ll take whatever i give you.”

you hate how your whole body reacts to that. his hips grind down against yours once and you can’t help the breath that escapes. it’s humiliating.

“god,” you mutter. “you’re so full of yourself.”

“and you’re so easy when you’re pissed.”

“you haven’t done anything yet.”

“don’t worry,” he growls. “you’ll be crying about it in five minutes.”

he moves down. you don’t expect him to go down on you with lips and all. but he does. and it’s not sweet, or sensual, it’s calculated. tongue curling just right, lips sucking where they should, but without the heat of affection. it’s good. annoyingly good. and that only makes it worse.

you fist the sheets. bite your lip. don’t give him the satisfaction.

a “fuck—” slips out of you anyway, and he pulls off with a smug flick of his mouth.

“thought so,” he says. “mouthy, but easy.”

“suck a dick.”

“just did,” he says. “you’re welcome.”

he stands just long enough to shove his sweats down, he grabs the lube from the drawer and tosses it to you. and just like that, you start work yourself open quick, sharp fingers, no eye contact.

he watches like it bothers him. like he hates how much you know what you’re doing.

“you always this desperate?” he says.

“only when i’ve got something to prove,” you shoot back.

“prove what?”

“that you’re not the only one who can take control.”

he blinks, dark eyes narrowing.

“you won’t last five minutes.”

“then shut up and fuck me.”

and he does.

pushes in slow, even though his jaw’s tight and his hands are trembling from holding back. you’re tight, slick, burning around him, and the way he groans, low and caught in his throat, makes something in your chest twist.

“already whining,” you say, gritting through the stretch. “fuck, and i thought you had stamina.”

“god, you never shut up,” he growls, and thrusts hard, dragging a gasp out of you.

“make me,” you manage.

his hand goes right back to your hair. this time rougher. he fists it and pulls your head back against the bed, forcing you to look at him while he fucks into you.

“look at you,” he hisses. “you talk like you’re better than everyone. but you’re just a brat who needs to get ruined.”

“still better than you,” you gasp, lips curled, even as your whole body jerks from the next thrust.

he changes the angle. your mouth falls open. no sound.

“say that again,” he says.

“fuck you—”

his grip on your hair tightens. your neck arches. he doesn’t let go.

“you are,” he mutters. “right now.”

he ruts into you harder now. controlled. fast, but not sloppy. every thrust makes the bed creak, every sound too loud, too close. your nails dig into his shoulders and he hisses like it stings. but he doesn’t pull back. if anything, he chases it. chases the pain. the fight.

“moan for me,” he mutters. “go on.”

“not giving you that.”

“oh, fuck off. you’re shaking.”

you are. and when he leans down, grabs your jaw with his free hand and forces your mouth open, not to kiss, but just to see, you almost do.

“you’re so fucking desperate,” he says, panting. “pretending you hate this.”

“i do hate it.”

“but you’re loving it.”

you don’t answer. you can’t.

his rhythm’s faltering now. he’s close. and you’re not far either.

“don’t stop,” you whisper, finally, barely audible. “fuck—just like that.”

he groans, loud this time, and leans over you, hips stuttering once, twice, and then he pulls out fast, finishing hot across your stomach.

you finish right after, jerking yourself with a sharp gasp, biting your lip hard enough to sting.

your hair’s a mess. jaw aching. neck stretched. whole body trembling. he watches you for a beat, chest heaving. says nothing. cleans up without fanfare. tosses you your shirt like it’s routine. like it’s nothing.

“you kiss all your enemies?” you say eventually, voice rough.

“only the ones who beg for it with their eyes.”

you scoff, yanking your clothes on. don’t look at him.

“this never happened.”

“sure,” he says, pulling his hoodie back over his head. “never.”

you leave without looking back. but the sting in your scalp and the bruises on your hips?

you’ll feel those for days.

and for some reason, you don’t mind.

days pass. nothing really changes. not in a way you can name. you’re still in the same classes. still pass each other in the halls like you’re both too busy to care. still roll your eyes when the other one talks in discussion.

except... some things are different.

he doesn’t snap at you anymore. not right away. your comments still come sharp, passive, cut with dry humor, but he stops biting back. just raises an eyebrow. or looks at you too long. like he’s hearing something under what you said.

and you notice things now. stuff you shouldn’t care about. the way he fidgets with his pen when he’s thinking. how he mouths parts of the lecture to himself when he’s focused. the way his hoodie sits too neatly across his chest. not oversized. just fitted. unfair.

you catch him looking at you once. when you're mid-sentence. talking to the TA, barely paying attention to him and his eyes are fixed on your mouth. it lasts all of three seconds before he looks away like it didn’t happen.

you don’t mention it. but you don’t stop thinking about it either. it’s not like either of you brought that night up. it happened. full stop. you left. door shut. silence since.

but it’s there. in the way his gaze lingers a fraction too long when you sit near him. in the fact that he hasn’t told a single person. you know, because your mutuals would be assholes about it if they knew.

he doesn’t flirt. not even subtly. doesn’t wink or tease or make innuendos like some post-hookup cliché. if anything, he’s colder. calmer.

you kind of prefer it that way.

when he sees you coming out of the library late, you’re both too exhausted to play whatever game this is.

“still alive?” he says, voice low, hands in his pockets.

“barely.”

“your notes still better than mine?”

“obviously.”

he doesn’t fight it. just smirks, short and dry. you walk in the same direction without commenting on it.

“you owe me,” he says suddenly.

“for what?”

“distracting me before econ. ruined my quiz grade.”

“you were already failing.”

he scoffs.

“you’re insufferable,” he mutters.

“you’re still walking with me.”

“unfortunately.”

but he doesn’t stop. doesn’t speed up. doesn’t cut across campus like he’s trying to get away from you.

you don’t say goodbye when you split paths. just glance. nod. some vague, unspoken truce hanging in the air.

it’s nothing and it doesn’t mean a damn thing.

probably.

jae's note ! sorry i'm so ia. might get into writing more soon :))

[jameui]

warning: inconsistencies in verb tenses lmao, character insert

just imagine best friend (insert character) having a really huge dick and he's totally unaware of it. well, mainly because boys wouldn't stare at each other's crotches for the hell of it. unlike you, a gay boy who's sudden instincts on humps that looks like a camel's, you just have to find out and in a minute, your attention is brought down towards the obvious tent in their pants and it's not helping that today is a gym day, oh and mind you, at an ALL-BOYS school, where men casually compare dick sizes to assert their dominance or just for fun; and all of them are in their gym shorts.

SHORTS!

just think of what wonders that tiny fabrics can do.

you tried to resist the urge to automatically stare down there, but with their shirts slightly riding up, showing a bit of their stomachs, you can't help but watch how the way their bulge curves in their—

"you okay, Y/N?" you snapped out of your thoughts and tilted your head to see your best friend who had just jogged up to you with sweat clinging to his forehead.

"yeah.. i, uh, i'm fine. totally fine," you reply with sweaty palms, but your best friend isn't convinced.

he took a seat beside you, grabbing the bottle that sat down beside you, while le lifts his shirt up to use the hem of his gym shirt to fan himself.

your first instinct is to look at him, but something else catches your eyes. as though it is compelling you, like a spell, your eyes mived towards his groin and—" HOLY FUCK, THIS GUY IS HUGE!" you blurt out your own thoughts out of shock, the attention of everyone now on you, as well as your best friend.

"what is?" he asks.

you quickly rack your brain for some excuse. "A ROACH! I JUST SAW A ROACH!" you said, but everyone just laughed at you.

"a roach? you're scared of a tiny insect?" one guys comments and they all laugh again.

"don't listen to them. they're probably just insecure because you're afraid to speak your mind," your best friend says.

[jameui]

I JUST READ THE BOY NEXT DOOR.. and omfg that was so insane,,, i might need a pt.2 for this ‼️

sadlyy, boy next door ends as is 😭 it was originally planned to have no pt.2, so sorry

[jameui]

❝ BE MY BREEDING BITCH?! ❞ — zhongli x male reader

ꗃ Summary: After a few millennia and eons of waiting, a flower finally blooms and a cry of a mourning beast was heard. The dragon's bride finally incarnated as a human being. Zhongli had longed for his bride far too long, far too enough, now he's gonna claim him, breed him until his legs are battered up and unable to work, until he's a shaking mess.

ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, angst, death mentioned, dragon form, monster fucking, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, impact play, degradation, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, copious amount of cum, choking, dirty talk, mpreg, dacryphilia, dumbification, fingering, missionary, dick riding, double penetration, body worship, not proofread.

The dawn embraced the grass pasture, the dimly lights of the city slowly awakening. The sun was in no doubt rising, gracing the land of Liyue and it's water with it's warmth.

He remembered every single crooks and corners of the land he once ruled over, he once protected with his dignity and might. The Morax that they once knew was dead, as he should be. After a massive flood swept throughout the land years ago, Zhongli himself was forced to move his people south of Mt. Tianheng and established Liyue Harbor, The place that he was living now.

He should be in peace now but his heart continued to beat for another, his broken piece is yet to be found.

He watched quietly at the balcony of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor where he currently reside on, He observe as he brought down the porcelain cup down at the table, his long silky strands let loose, swaying gently within the wind he knew to himself that he longed for it, he longed for those meticulous fingers gliding through his hair swiftly, he longed for you. It always have been you after all.

Zhongli's eyes felt hot as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, It was unlikely of him but he did. He remembered it dearly oh he did..

He remembered how you handled him so gently as if he was the most precious thing, the way you called his name with such glee yet with grace, the way that you'd do your things with such keen on it, nobody did it like you did, even after ages not single mortal has ever compared to you.

The curve of your smile haunting his mind like a plague, The crescent like shape that your eyelids made whenever you laugh at his sentiments, the kisses fleeted on his scars, your gentle eyes spoke to him, Zhongli etched the every fiber of your being into his memory, carved your name into his heart.

“ Morax, would you be a dear and gaze beneath the stars with me? ”

“ Why do you want to do such inconspicuous matter and with me at that? ”

“ Why not..? ”

His breath ragged harshly as he felt his chest tightened, he dreamt of it every single night, it was a nightmare, the lifeless look in your eyes and your boneless actions, it was putrid.

He felt his body shutting down, cradling your frigid body with his bloodied hands, trembling as he sobbed, he can't accept your death, the guilt eating his heart out, he's crestfallen.

You were slain, your lungs faltered with your blood seeping through his land, the land that he built with you, the land that he built for you. He remained breathing while you withered, His flower, His beloved.

“ My flower.. why didn't you run? Why have you stayed? ”

“ Forgive me, but we simply can't be together at this circumstances..but I pray that we meet again, even in another time..”

You croaked bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it with such care, tears brimming as you felt blood at your throat, you heard his broken sobs, It's the last thing that you've ever heard as the void embraced you with gentleness.

“ Oh my precious little flower, you left too soon, I wasn't done loving you yet.. ”

You jolted, waking up from your eternal slumber, your bleary eyes focusing, sunlight kissing your face warmly, you brought your palms to smack your cheeks, you felt the sting, as you felt your body, you're warm, you're alive! your eyes widened, rushing to a nearby body of water looking at your reflection.

Your appearance remained the same, the same curve of your smile, the same gleam in your eyes, the yearning memories in the depths of your heart still fresh and beating. The cold wind hit your face gently as if an old friend is welcoming you back, you then look around.

" Where in the archons..am I? "

You wondered, puzzled even as you tried to remember, as far as you remembered you were murdered in cold blood, a man cradling your frigid body, sobbing as he trembled... wait. Morax?!

You then abruptly stood up, unaware of your weakened legs, wobbling in the lack of action, but you didn't dwell on that, your mind only focusing on finding him immediately, longing for his touch. Searching as you find illuminating lights in a distance, your eyes softened and realized, it's your old home. Liyue and it's waters is still mesmerizing as ever. Without a doubt you started walking towards the city.

Zhongli wandered around the bustling streets of Liyue harbor, basking against the forgiving sun, the people greeted him as the usual, until he halted, he felt his heart pounding, the rush of blood, the coiling knot in his core, the heat surging through his system like poison, an awakening contract whispered within him like a siren, the only contract that he didn't get rid of is your contract, he spoke with the cryo archon about it as they settled with an agreement, to fulfill the contract, Zhongli needed to claim you, he needed to take you as you and him would be bound forever. His eyes almost tearing up, you were alive, he couldn't ask for anything more.

Zhongli felt the heat embraced him, he needed you right now, he missed your laughters, your breathy response to his long kisses, the expression you make as he pleasures you, he need to feel you, to lick and suck the every orifice in your body, he needed to plunge it in deeply so you wouldn't escape him, after all, you're his darling bride, his precious flower.

He then searched the every shadow of you, the scent of you, his burning desire already seeping inside of him.

It is not a surprise that you got lost in the sea of people within the city, the astir and boisterous city was alive as you, the population has certainly increased as far as you remember, you breathe and reminisced, the old bonds that you made with the people now long gone, not a single face that you can recognized, you watched as children brushed past you, their innocent laughters ranged as they chase each other around, your eyes softened then concluded that's it is better like this than the war, so much better. You continued to wandered around, hearing people jest and gossiping, until you heard.

" Have you heard? Rex Lapis has been assassinated! "

" Where did you even hear that? Stop spouting nonsense.."

Your stomach dropped, as it churned, eyes widening, you felt your eyes filled with tears all over again, a strangled gasp escaped your mouth, you felt your heart shattered in millions of pieces, is this what he felt when I died?

You ran, pushing everyone away, stumbling for all they care, you were in pain, you tried to wipe your tears dry but failed to as it kept on coming out, you continued to ran to give yourself some time to think, away from crowd until your body collided with some, the impact itself making you fall back, until you didn't, you felt pair of warm hands snaking around your hips, arms securing you. your eyes widened at the sight.

" Oh, my sweet little flower, who made you shed tears like this? "

Zhongli cooed as if consoling a weeping child, lifting you up to his waist, straddling him, he then bring his other hand to wipe the excess tears rolling down your cheek with such care, as you leaned into it, craving for more, starved even, burying your head into his shoulders, inhaling his scent, cuddling him. Zhongli merely stared at your actions and he realized why were you crying.

" I'm guess that you've heard of my death, isn't that it, my beloved? "

You perked up at his question, nodding after, you finally spoke.

" Why did you it.. Morax? "

Zhongli caressed the back of your head, tenderly, as he explained his decisions while you were in your eternal slumber.

" I do not go by the name as Morax nor Rex Lapis now, my dearest, I address myself by the name Zhongli as I am no longer serving as the Archon but I assure you that I've retained my power within me. "

" But why did you do so..? "

" I wanted to see for myself that the nation we built together could still live and thrive independently even without my guidance, perhaps I needed a break from the burden of my governance and ruling. "

You listened carefully, as you thought that you've missed hearing your lover's steady and clear voice even whenever he's lecturing you, staring at him with those eyes then abruptly speaking.

" I've missed you so much, y'know? "

" Oh, darling.. you don't need to remind me, there's not a single time that I didn't long for you. "

" So this is the place that you're living? It looks very pleasant. "

You spoke with such adoration looking around his spacious room, as you gently rummaged Zhongli's things such as the books in his shelf, smiling warmly back to Zhongli who's removing his coat, hanging it on the rack, his mind completely thinking only of one thing, his voice dripped like honey, eyes in haze.

" I appreciate the sentiment, my beloved. But enough of that.. I'm afraid that you've completely forgot our arrangement, the commitment that we made eons ago. "

You perked up looking back at Zhongli who's walking toward you, putting back the random book that you picked out back to it's place, you pondered as you try to remember the contract, then in a snap, a surge of heat rushed inside of you, hitting you into the core, you felt your body burned, you sweat as you held onto Zhongli with your dear life, as your legs trembled.

" W-what..? But I don't remember.."

" Oh, do not worry, I'll just need to remind you again, yes? "

Zhongli grumbled as one his hand grips your hip, tightly, his golden-brown colored scales glimmered against the moonlight, you felt your body trembling, feeling his long and thick fingers pushing it in and out of your sopping hole, winking back at you. ‎

‎You can only whimper and drool as you gripped the sheets tightly, his towering built of body shadowed over you, the curve of his horns adoring his features once more. ‎

‎“ That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, angel.” ‎

You’ve always adored his hands, how taintless they are with his knuckles tight on his skin, the way it glistened especially when it’s poking and prodding your tight fucking hole. ‎

‎You adored the way how his body was forged, the way he towered over your small figure, the every muscle, every crevices, his scars, the every fiber of his being, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. mwah— ‎ ‎

“ You're awfully sweet today, do you perhaps want something from me? Would you care to tell me? ” ‎ ‎ ‎

Without even waiting for your response, he then grab the both of your legs up to your shoulders, folding you in half, holding you down the bed, your breath hitched, your eyes widening when you saw his elongated pink tongue delved deeply into your gummy walls. ‎ ‎

His frothy spit dripping down on the globe of your ass, you panicked as you tried to pull on his hair, you cried but he merely dismissed your thrashing, as he continued to lick and suck, gripping the soft of your thighs tightly, his long nails digging onto it, you can't help but to lolled your tongue out, stimulating your stomach.

‎ ‎“ Please— nghhh! t-too much..! ” ‎ ‎

You blurt out, the burning in your tummy resonates from your core throughout your limbs, legs shaky and mind hazy as he slobbers all over you, It’s so sloppy, creamy and After only a few strokes of his tongue, it’s already enough to send you into your orgasm of the night, your body trembled uncontrollably, you whimpered and writhe, your cock dribbling thick and smooth loads of cum. ‎ ‎

Through your bleary peripherals, you stared at Zhongli's features, his fangs poking out his glistening lips, he was gentle but his tongue prodding deeply inside were mean, as he lick up and down your shaft, sucking it clean and shiny. ‎ ‎

You felt him maneuvering you as you let out a shrilling shriek once you felt his bulging tip poke its away around the rim of your slobbering boy-cunt. ‎‎He reached each and every spot, grinding in desperation, pinpointing every slick dribbling orifice and you saw the copious amount of precum at his slit, making a creamy ring around your rim, you stared at him again only to see him staring at you intently with his tongue poking out slightly on the side of his lips. ‎ ‎

You felt your body stiffening as you felt it, the second one, prodding at your tailbone, Zhongli's second cock, you can feel it pulsating, the crown of his cock.

‎“ Do you feel it— my darling..? this two is going to fuck that hole. ”

‎ ‎You nodded and felt yourself drooled as a puddle of drool trailed down the corners of your lips, Zhongli once grabs your throat, squeezing it, staring at your form. ‎

‎Fuck. He misses you, so much. ‎ ‎Your gentle laughters, your smile, the serenity in your eyes. . . The way you frown when he dismisses your simple request, your hands, so warm and gentle as they glide through his long strands of hair. Your throat, bruised and secured around his grip, your dumb brain already fogged up and it's just his tip in, barely even there. ‎ ‎

Zhongli felt his instinct puncturing his remaining self control, the need to breed your hole, he wanted to impregnate you. Right now. Right there. ‎

‎ ‎Breed, breed, breed! ‎

‎“ Ready baby? be a dear and hold still for me.. mmhm— ”

‎‎Zhongli breathe in harsh air, his slipping and thrusting his cock upwards, deeply, hitting your prostate directly, you barely processed anything yet until he pulled out again only to pound it harshly back, making a bulge in your tummy, it's head poking you let out a guttural moan, tearing up by the satiating pleasure.

‎ ‎“ Haah...Uunngh.. Aaah.. ” ‎ ‎

Once Zhongli starts to thoroughly stuff each individual thrust against inside your raw hole, you threw your head back choking in your own saliva and ecstasy, arching your back with such curve. ‎

‎ ‎Zhongli held your upper thighs down to your hips not letting you escape, Zhongli’s ruthless hip snapping in and and out, driving such sharp hips into you with little to no mercy and you only craved for more and more. ‎ ‎

“ Nghhh— more, more, Uughh, more please! ” ‎ ‎

You begged and moaned, getting intoxicated from the vicious sharp pounds of his thick and long cock. ‎

‎Plap, Plap, Plap! ‎ ‎

Once his bulbous tip kissed its way to your prostate back and forth, though, your eyes deliciously rolled in the back of your head. ‎

‎“ Nghh— Zhongli, r-right the-” ‎ ‎

“ Yeah, Here baby? ” ‎ ‎

He replied with his heavy breathing, cutting off your tone by placing a fingers to rub the bulge in your tummy, as you trembled at his touch, moaning as he press it down, as you let out a strangled cry tears run down your cheeks, trying to remove his fingers away only for him to tease you even harder. ‎

‎He pounds into your creamy hole, trying to loosened the tight rim of your ass. you’re so destroyed that your boy-pussy is frothing fat globs of cum on his length, creating hot sticky and milky cum that kept oozing out your raw hole from so much cumming, you only lay defenseless as the man on top of you, pounded you for hours, your back and legs was now cramping and sore from so much friction. ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli sensing your discomfort he once again caressed the mound of your thighs, slipping his arms up your back lifting you up to his chest, your head lulling down to his broad shoulder, Zhongli then rested his head against the frame of his mahogany headboard, balancing you by holding your hips as he settled you down on top of his stomach, His body slowly lowering down to the mattress, looking up to you with a sly expression.‎

“ Ride me, please, pretty baby? ” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli cooed at you, his voice dripping with honey, his eyes glimmering with a knowing glint, the illuminating light on his room, making a halo effect, your shadow over him, looking down at him adorably, you thought as you gripped onto his toned and firm stomach for support. ‎ ‎ ‎

You mustered all of your remaining strength as you lift your body, reaching to back to grab his hard cock, still wet and dribbling slick, slowly pushing it inside your sopping hole, eager for more, Zhongli merely stared at your heavenly figure as he was amused at your pathetic attempt of pleasuring him. ‎ ‎

Without a thought, you tried to slam yourself back only to slip half way in, choking a sob, it's so fucking big— you almost lose your balance as you held support latching on Zhongli's chest, leaning at him, directly staring at his adoring irises as you felt his strong arms, snaking up your waist and up your back, securing you.

‎You push yourself back as you thought. No you need to please him, you need to at least give him a little pleasure. You started to move again, this time you finally slammed it in, Your eyes rolled back as it directly hit your prostate head on, your feeble attempt of bouncing up and down on his cock is so cute. ‎

‎“ Nghhh— ” ‎

‎Zhongli couldn't help himself but to thrust up, only to make a bulge into your tummy once again, gripping your hips ever so tightly to hold you down, his hot load seeping in deeply inside you again, his baby batter painting your insides so fucking good.

‎‎“ Yes, bounce on it... yes— up and down like that. You dirty slut. ” ‎ ‎

Zhongli leaned in as he whispered into your ears, his voice sending shivers down your spine as you felt your orgasm once again, your mind completely fucked, you couldn't think a single thing at this point, incoherent noises is all you can respond, as harsh and brutal thrust kept bullying your inside, rearranging it. ‎ ‎

“ Are you in for two this time, darling? ” ‎ ‎

You didn't understand but you still nodded completely unaware of what storm it is. ‎ ‎Zhongli held you once again as he held you down into a mating press onto the mattress as you sink in, You puzzled as you felt something, two.

The heads of hard cocks started prodding in your glistening rim, your eyes widened as it punctured the air out of your lungs, It slid in, the two of it, it's delicious ridges hitting every spot, you felt your trembled uncontrollably all over again, you reached for his rippling biceps who's holding you down so hard, trying to tell him to slow down. ‎ ‎

“ Z-zhongli— Nghh... please slo—! ‎ ‎

‎“ Uugh..keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, all i wanna hear how delicious it sounds, the way my hole sounds like when I fuck so hard.. Ngh— this hole is mine after all.. ” ‎

‎Zhongli merely spoke with you with such tone, spreading your legs wider, as he thrusted in, drilling your insides sooo— deep, He let out whimper as he fucked your hole in a brutal pace not caring whatever you say at this point, he needed to breed you and your thighs struggled to stay open and you were sure—just one more single hard thrust and you’d probably break into pieces, it would sent you into a blackout. ‎

“ Keep them spread out, you dumb boy. ” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli spoke almost irritated, holding both of your thighs, you felt his cocks, the one bulging into your tummy as the other one kisses your prostate. ‎ ‎You cried as you let out the sweetest whines, his bulbous tips scrapes its way through your gummy walls, the ridges stimulating you even more.

‎“ F-fuuck! Too much.. Too much—! Mmmghhh..! ” ‎ ‎

You eyes widened as you felt his knot, the double knot expanding in your insides, you let out a choked sobs, drool drips down your lips once more, tears and snot covered and painted your face ever so beautiful. ‎ ‎An orgasm shook you to your core, as your cock sprayed up hot cum upwards, shooting it in zhongli's face, as he licked some of it.

‎“ Uughh— so much cum... Too much.. ” ‎ ‎ ‎

“ The night is still young, my beloved..” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli merely let out a crazed smile, as he press down the small bump in your stomach, leaning down to kissed you sloppily, up to your forehead.

Hi, Thank you so much for all of the support! this is my first time writing a fic here in tumblr, please be kind to me, and this is not proofread so forgive me for the typos and bad grammar as english is not my first language. ( part 2? 👀)

[jameui]

still defense week, (and don't worry i haven't forgotten the requests i received), but here are a few ideas i have.

your friend (idol/character) who has a twin brother that you have a crush on, dresses up as him on the day you passed the most difficult exam. of course you know it's your friend and not exactly his twin, so when he had enough of you moaning out his twin's name, he gets angry and fucks you real hard.

or

your friend (idol/character) lets you dress up as his crush (who's a girl) because he thinks you both look so much alike and ends up filling you up with so much cum.

so which one is better?

[jameui]

i just saw a post about omegaverse... now i wnna write one

[jameui]

STILL DEFENSE WEEK, THE DATES ALWAYS GET MOVED

[jameui]

m begging….more…teacher’spet jake x reader nghhh

i do too !! like i have a few ideas how it might go, but i have no idea how to let the story transition lmao

[jameui]

Please do a mean dom Jay with a (not necessarily, just an idea) bratty 8th! Member🙏🙏

youu betchaa (but after a few weeks, defense week is such a pain in the ass)

[jameui]

YES PLEASE WRITE FICS FOR LADS!!! PLEASE!!!!

*And why do I sound so desperate...?*

Just write one! HAHAHHAHA

I WILL FOR SUREEE, AS SOON AS THE DEFENSE WEEK IS DONE

[jameui]

imma start working on them requests as soon as defense week is finally over omg 😭

[jameui]

Kk, then, may i ask for a tall himbo reader (Bot) x Gallagher (Top)? Reader is the same species of Sunday and Robin (i forgot the name), and we are way older than Sunday and Robin, so maybe an older brother, additionally, we are a follower of the Path of Harmony, and our element is Imaginary. It can have smut and nipple play :D!

(you can base your appearance as the white dude, it's a humanized Ghastly from Minecraft btw, but we don't have much beard)

coming rightt up !!