#gen v smut

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

JORDAN LI fucking loves it when you sit on their face. Something about yanking you down when you hover, using strong arms to strap over your thighs and lock you in place, gets their fucking cock hard and their pussy wet. She’ll start out licking you out, tracing your folds deliberate and slow. Dip her tongue in between, scooping through the slit, and let the tip of her nose nuzzle your clit. “You like that, baby?” she muses, and plants a loving kiss against your sensitive tissue.

You hum your approval, and she starts getting more intense with it, drawing you down as she raises her head, burying her face in your cunt. Out of instinct, you lift off, and suddenly he’s yanking you right back down. That extra strength makes sure you’re not going anywhere, making you whine and cry while he plunges his tongue in your hole and rifles around. Only to toy and suck on your clit until you grind down on his face asking for more. “Don’t run away from me. You think I want you to hold back?” he murmurs, punctuating it with another kiss this time to your clit. You jump and swallow, your mouth dried from your gaping gasps and moans.

“Jordan,” you whine, “I’m scared.” Your grip on his headboard tightens, and he flattens his tongue against you from stern to bow, flicking his tip against your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, letting out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding as you relax into his tongue swiping side to side against your bud.

He answers your ridiculous statement and your obvious ask for more by grabbing your hips, and guiding you to rock. Back and forth, he forces you to grind down on him, washing his face with your fluids mixed with his saliva, using it and all its delicious ridges. “Oh. Oh,” you breathe, getting swept away in that current. Slowly, you relinquish control, you fully seat, and hands a little smaller than before squeeze your hips twice to let you know you did good.

Mindless, hazy-with-rapture hums expel from her lips, greedily lapping you with the help of the new pressure. “That’s it, baby, mhm, just like that,” she praises, muffled by your flesh.

[goldhoekin]

Angel || Sam Riordan Smut

Angel || Yandere!Sam Riordan x Fem Reader

summary: After Marie becomes #2 and Brink is killed by Luke Jordan slips in the rankings. They begin to obsess over the rankings neglecting their girlfriend who lets their frustration slips and Jordan takes their frustrations out on their girlfriend.

cw: fem!reader, porn with some plot, creampie, unprotected sex, dubious consent, oral sex ( f! receiving), overstimulation, biting/marking, dacryphilia, obsessive behaviors, and nonconsensual use of aphrodisiacs .

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He sees you every single time Luke is brought down for his infusions, each time you look at him with such kindness and sadness as you plead for his freedom. It makes him happy to see someone actually fight for him. One time you’d even held his hand in exchange for him to stop struggling.

“Hi Sam. My name’s Y/N, I’m so sorry you have to go through this. Would you like it if I held your hand to help? I know its not much but maybe that’ll make this a tiny bit more bearable?” You say, a genuine look in your eye, that’s how he knows you’re real and not a puppet, you’re a real angel. 

You’re his personal angel…and he has to have you. You were so nice to him, you must like him right? For weeks he spends his time sketching you on pieces of paper, hiding them each time you visit him, and spend time with him.

One day after lunch he asks to speak to Shetty, telling her he has a deal for her. He’d dreamt of you sitting down in his room, reading comics with him, holding his hand as he saw the puppets all with those sparkly eyes of yours.

“You let me have Y/N for a few hours a day and I won’t fight you anymore..” Sam says, eyes sparkling with hope, voice steady…well as steady as he can make it.

The woman’s brows raised in surprise, you were a simple supe who made pretty little light shows. Harmless enough, you were one of the few supes she actually had no issue with, you were an angel truly. Though as much as she didn't like bargaining you off to a highly dangerous supe…she wasn’t left with much choice Sam was integral to Luke’s success and if giving you up to him for an hour, after doping him to high hell so he didn’t kill you, then so be it. Vought didn’t need to know what they did for the Woods project to go smoothly and if she had to get her hands dirtier than so be it, keep them distracted on what she was really doing.

“You can have her for one hour a day and that’s only if you take your medications without fuss, Y/N’s a sweet girl. We don’t want her hurt, do we Sam?” Indira says, a false smile on her face.

“O-one hour? No cameras right? I won’t her I promise!” Sam hastily replies.

Shetty simply nods her head in confirmation and turns towards the exit, “She’ll be here for you tomorrow, don’t screw this up Sam.”

You were called to Dean Shetty’s office, she texted you and said it was urgent. She told you to dress up, wear white and tell no one. So when Andre asked you where you were going looking like a sexy Virgin Mary with your pure white sundress, matching shoes, garters and underwear included. You hated not looking put together, a habit you’ve had due to your belief that keeping up a certain image will help your brand, which for all intent and purposes it did. 

You simply said, “Some of us don’t get dressed in the dark while spending my daddy’s money on tacky clothes Andre.”

A cackle leaves Luke’s lips as Andre’s face turns into one of shock, Jordan silently crying into a throw pillow, Cate struggling to breathe through her laughs. Without another word you make your way to Dean Shetty’s office, the woman already waiting outside her door, two cups of a hot beverage in hand.

She walks towards you and guides you in the familiar direction to the Woods, handing you a warm cup that you take without hesitation. You unfortunately knew about it, finding out by accident. Dean Shetty knew of your record of caring for those who need it, this should be right up your alley. Though she knew you wouldn’t be the most susceptive to Sam’s advances without help so she slipped a high dose aphrodisiac into your cinnamon creme drink that you love so much.

“Y/N love, I have a special mission for you.” Shetty says as they move downwards towards the prison facility, “Sam needs someone to spend time with, he said he’d love to talk and spend time with you! Would you be willing to spend an hour a day with him, just help him adjust and stay settled? I know you’ll be great at it love!”

You think its actually sweet that Sam felt safe enough with you to ask to spend time with you.  The poor boy needed help that Vought could give him, maybe you can as well. Maybe you can even work with him to get him a little tv or something or more books for him to read.You fall into your thoughts as you absentmindedly sip your drink, noting how good it tasted. 

“Sure we can read some comics, maybe even have some snacks,I think it’ll be really fun!” You say with that lovely smile on your face, the same one Sam loves and Dean Shetty fears will never grace your face again after today as she takes the now empty cup from your hand.

Making your way down to Sam’s room you wait for him to enter, promptly security and Shetty leave and the door is securely closed behind you.

Sam stares at you in awe, mouth agape at your appearance.

She dressed up for me, my angel put on this pretty outfit for me. Y/N really does love me!

“Y-you look really pretty. I can’t believe you did all this for me!” Sam beams, moving forward to grip your hand. You notice he has a band-aid on his wrist, noting that he’s been injected with something.

At that moment you feel your body growing hot, prompting you to immediately take off your tell tailored white coat. Your breasts now on display as you chest heaves as you try and fail to gather air in your lungs, you hardly noticed Sam’s face so close to yours, his eyes staring at your lips. Without hesitation he slams onto yours, his hands gripping your waist in a bruising grip.

They must’ve given a strength dampener, because he could’ve fucking crushed me…

You think to yourself as you feel his lips clumsily move onto yours, you move yours against his, feeling the weight on your chest lessen slightly. You feel your pussy grow wetter and wetter as his hands roam your body, making his way under your dress to grip your ass.

You move him in the general direction of his bed, the young man breathless. 

“I–i can’t believe you like me back!” Sam whispers, his knee grazing against your dripping wet cunt.

“What-I like you, just as a friend Sam.” You say as you feel his neck brush against your neck, which promptly stops at your words.

“If you don’t like me then why are we in my bed? Why are you kissing me and letting me touch you?” Sam asks, his voice hurt, you couldn’t help but sigh.

“I…I can’t stop for some reason. I’m so horny it hurts, if I could do this with someone else trust me I would Sam. I’m so sorry!” You whimper, unconsciously grinding your weeping pussy against his knee, desperate for friction of any kind. At this he tosses you back, so roughly you land on his bean bag, legs spread wide. A large gray spot showing how wet you are, your face hot and your breasts threatening to spill out from your dress.

“You’re mine!” Sam growls, eyes darkened as he crawls in between your legs, he takes his time pulling down your panties and exposing your pussy to the open air. He keeps your legs open with his strength as he dives into your wetness, your hand immediately goes into his hair gripping it harshly. A moan leaves his lips as you pull him as close to you as possible, your moans pouring from your lips as he licks at you with inexperienced vigor. 

“Use your finger Sam! Take two, move them in and out of me, keep your mouth on my clit. Y-you’re so good baby, fuck you’re doing so fucking good!” You moan, thankfully Sam listens to you his deliciously thick fingers plunge into your cunt and sucks at your cunt harshly, the knot that was forming in your stomach tightening more and more. You wrap your now free legs around Sam’s head grinding your cunt against his face as you feel yourself about to cum.

“Oh fuck! Sam, I’m gonna cum!” You scream as you feel yourself gush, your legs shaking violently as you come down from your high. Sam’s tongue lapping up your juices eagerly, licking and sucking you damn near clean. After you stopped shaking he pulls back, swiftly pulling his cock out, the tip violently red. His tip is leaking large amounts of precum, he runs his hand up and down his shaft.

“Don’t worry I’ll be good, so good that you won’t want anyone else! It’ll be perfect and maybe you can stay down here with me longer!” Sam says settling between your legs, he begins to rub himself up and down your still twitching cunt, your pussy gripping on nothing. Without warning he plunged himself into you, his body leaning over you as he pushed himself into you to the hilt, his face buried in your neck. He begins to push himself in and out of your pussy, the feeling becoming overwhelming fast as you feel him pick up the pace, albeit not the smoothest rhythm was set. 

“Y-you feel so good! You really were made for me my angel, I can’t believe I get to go do this with you! Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it! I’ll do anything for you, just ask!” Sam says breathlessly, his hands find their way to the top of your dress, roughly pulling down the bodice to watch your breasts spill out. Sam latches his lips around your pebbled nipple, nipping and biting down harshly on your chest, a gasp leaving your lips. You begin to feel another orgasm building, causing you to wrap your arms around Sam’s neck and your legs capture his midsection. 

“I’m gonna cum again! Fuck!” You moan as you feel Sam’s thrusts grow sloppy, hopefully he’s smart enough to pull out.

You feel yourself cumming again, thick cream coating Sam’s dick as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the overstimulation causing you to cry from the overwhelming sensation. 

Sam looks up at your face as he feels your tears, he couldn’t help but think about how good you looked like this. All fucked out, those beautiful eyes shinging with tears from how good he’s making you feel. Sam decides that he wants to see you like this more often, him fucking you till you cry and him filling you up, his various bite marks and hickies littering your decolletage and those wide angel eyes filled with tears. This pushes him to prop himself up on his hands and piston in and out of you, your breasts bouncing wildly and your hands trying to push him away as the sensation is too much for you and the fear of him cumming inside of you. He buries his face into your neck, biting down harshly as he cums deep within you, filling you to the brim.

‘Don’t worry Angel, we’ll be so happy. It’ll be great just watch, I made you mine and I’m never letting you go.” Sam whispered into your neck, by now the drug that was slipped into your drink was wearing off and your face began to contort into one of horror, thoughts of you being stuck down here with him. You possibly ruining your a career by having a child too early while you yourself were a child became too much and those lovely eyes of yours went dark, the spark dying instantly. 

Fuck.

[cxrsed-angel]

Bathroom Break (Jordan Li x Fem!reader smut)

rating: 18+

summary: Jordan is pissed off at their ranking and trying to win people over to improve it and decided the two of you need a break in the bathroom.

warnings: Smut, fingering, p in v (unprotected sex), semi-public, oral(Jordan receiving).

a/n: For pride I decided to edit and post this fic from when I was obsessed with Jordan Li from Gen V <3. (both of their forms are in the in fic and they/them pronouns are used.) Also so behind bc I just started the boys and im still on S1.

Jordan's hands grab your ass the second the two of you enter the bathroom. The music from the main event fades in the distance as you close the door behind you. They kiss your lips impatiently,  pushing you against the bathroom sink in Gala. You moan against their lips, and you grab their hair lightly, knowing you’re fucking up their straightened bob that took them forever to get to lay right. They move their hands, sliding them up the bottom of the black dress you wore to match their suit. You feel their hands travel further up your thigh but pull away a bit hesitant.

“Wait…wait. We’re in the bathroom. What if someone comes in?” You ask, holding them back a bit before looking cautiously at the door. 

Jordan pushes your dress up onto your hips, exposing your legs. They hold you up against the sink and spread your legs apart for them, giving them a clear view of your pink lace underwear. Your head goes back, biting your lip to suppress your moan as they slide two fingers along your wet and achy folds through your panties. Disregarding your previous concern about being caught, you try again. 

“Jordan! We-shit-we aren’t fucking in the bathroom of this gala thing that’s for your dead professor that died like 2 days ago. Don't you think thats a bit fucked up?” You look at them as they’re in their female form, their short black bob framing their face. They don't share the same concerned look, staring at you with one thing on their mind. 

Jordan sighs, shaking their head as they hold your waist, still looking at you, full of lust. Their fingers rub slowly along your pussy against the fabric. You relax against the sink, closing your eyes and biting back a moan.  

 “It's not for him. They were gonna have this anyway. It’s just so they get donations from rich people and for students to kiss asses to raise our ranks. I’m never getting above rank 5 at this rate, so I don’t really don't give a fuck anymore.”

You nod while listening to them, but you’re still not sure it’s a good idea. You knew this had been a hard and strange week for them, and you knew they took being ranked #5 hard.

“Okay, but what if someone walks in or hears or something.” 

They look at you unphased. Clearly, they didn’t give a shit about that either. They move their hand down your sides, and you cave, not caring either.  

You nod as they kiss down your neck, and you move some hair out of their face behind their eye in place with the rest of their bob. “Okay. But this is your college, not mine, so don’t blame me if you get expelled or something.”

Jordan smiles as they impatiently kiss you again, holding your face softly. You feel their cold rings on your cheeks as you kiss them back, closing your eyes and relaxing against their lips. You pull them closer to you, grabbing onto their black suit jacket.  

You open your eyes, seeing their dimples as they grin slightly into the kiss. The grin turns into a slight smirk as they move their fingers down against your underwear, pulling aside, slowly rubbing their fingers along your dripping cunt. You shiver from the sensation of their cold sliver rings touching your sensitive clit. You gasp, leaning back against the bathroom sink, gripping onto their wrist as they continue circling your clit. 

“Oh my god, shit Jordan, that feels so good.” You mutter under your breath but still loud enough for them to hear. They can't stop smiling as they look at your flushed face, enjoying how you melt against their touch. 

“Fuck baby, you’re already this wet. I’ve barely touched you.” They tease you, making fun of how fast they turned you on, but you had them feeling the same way. They feel their cunt starting to ache at the sight of you coming undone for them.

They slowly slide two fingers inside you, watching as your eyes roll back as you clench around their fingers. 

“Fuck! Jordan, don’t stop, don't stop please-” Your moans are muffled as they place one hand over your mouth to quiet them. They continue moving their fingers inside your wet cunt fucking you with their finger as you sit on the bathroom sink. 

“Shhh. As much I love hearing your pretty moans, but you need to shut the fuck up unless you want a whole room of rich assholes to hear us.” 

They look at you as they speed up their pace, their fingers curling up, reaching that spot inside you. You continue moaning, feeling the arousal build more. You try to keep your voice down, but you can't help it. Their fingers felt too good. “Jordan, Jordan, Jordan,” you moan again, whispering their name, leaning your head against their shoulder as they continue pumping their fingers faster, making it nearly impossible for you to not be loud, and they know it. 

“Unless you want them to hear, huh? Want them all to hear how much of a whore you are for me, huh. How much you fall apart just using my fingers?”

You shake your head no, but you can’t deny it. Their finger feels good, stretching your pussy, pumping their fingers in and out of your dripping folds, their cold rings adding to the stimulation. 

They look at you, removing the hand they place over your mouth and removing their fingers from your wet cunt, and put them in their mouth, making you taste your wetness. You whine from the loss of pleasure and your orgasm coming to a halt. You look like Jordan, disappointed. A slight pout falls on your lip, but the only response you get is a laugh. 

“Don't look at me like that,” they whisper softly before passionately putting their lips on yours again. Your hands go up the chest, grabbing their tits through their black wife pleaser tank top, rubbing their nipples. Their head goes back in, moaning your name. You lift their shirt, instantly putting your mouth on their nipple, swirling your tongue, sucking on it while you squeeze their other tit.

“F-fuck baby, god, I need you,” they hiss as they press their bodies against yours, rubbing their cunt against yours, desperately grinding against where you needed them most. 

You nod, moving your lips down to their neck, leaving marks down their neck, but push your lips off of them gently, looking at you. You look back at them and watch them change into their male form. They’re taller, their hands are bigger, and you can't miss the growing bulge forming in their dress pants. They grab your hand, moving it down, rubbing their bulge. 

“You're making me so fucking hard right now. God, I need to be inside you,” they groan, looking at you full of desire. 

They pull their pants down, showing their hard cock leaking and twitching through their boxers. You move your hand up their shaft, you move off the sink, and lower yourself onto your knees, feeling the cold tile. Jordan looks down at you, breathing deeply at the sight of you on your knees for them. “Jesus baby, you're killing me, seeing you on your knees for me, such a fucking slut wanting me in your mouth, knowing anyone can just walk in.” You waste no time pulling their boxers down and licking their shift before slowly putting them in between your lips and taking them down your throat. Your head moves up and down their length, as they hold their hips, not wanting to choke you or be too rough.

“Fuck. God, your mouth feels so fucking good. But I know your pussy feels even better. Fucckk” They bite their lip, their hands hovering over your head, trying to have self-control as you take them further in your mouth, feeling their cock hitting the back of your throat as they accidentally thrust into your mouth. You gag, choking slightly, and they immediately take their dick out from between your swollen lips. 

“Are you okay?” They ask softly holding your face, you look up at them, and you nod catching your breath for a second. 

“Yea. I'm fine.” you going to but them back in your mouth but they stop you shaking your head. 

“No, no, no, I need to fuck you. God, I need to fuck so badly.”  

They grab your hands, helping you stand as you lean back against the bathroom sink, spreading your legs for them, admiring your wet pussy before they slowly slide the tip of the dick inside you. You both let out a gasp as they push further inside you. You grip on the bathroom sink you were sitting on as they started moving, thrusting their cock inside you deeper. 

“Fuuck! Baby, don't stop…please don't stop.” you moan, begging as they fuck your wet and aching pussy.

The chain side of their necklace hangs in front of you as they lean over you and continue thrusting into your aching pussy. You grab onto their shoulders digging your nail into their probably expensive suit suits knowing youre probably ruining it but you dont care, you tug them close to you throwing your head back biting down on your lip to quiet your moans. They groan as their move their hips fucking your faster. You feel your arousal building, lean your head down into their shoulder you eyes squeeze shut wrapping your legs around their waist.

“Shit, shit i’m close!…Jordan im-” You feel their hand cover your mouth as you cum on their cock. 

They slowly pull out of you, you whine a bit as they look at you breathless and smiling. Your chest heaves, coming down from your orgasm you look at them for a minute.

“Feeling better?” you ask as you fix your dress, trying to look more presentable and like you haven’t been fucked. Jordan nods, kissing your neck before they readjust their suit.

“Yea…I’m good.” they confirm, smiling, content as you look in the mirror, fixing your makeup one last time before they put a hand on your waist as you two walk out to your seats. 

[inklore]

SEX WITH JORDAN IS TWO VERY DIFFERENT EXPERIENCES.

Solely depending on which form they shift into during or before.

When they're in their female form, they’re a top with a touch of submission, like the minute you whisper in their ear what you want to do to them, they’re switching to that submissive side. 

They’re letting you climb on top of them, letting you take complete control. Letting you kiss down their body, smiling down at you when your teeth bite into the flesh of their tits. Your tongue smoothing over the mark you’ve just made.

Sucking on the skin, knowing they’ll have to walk around for weeks with your mark on them. They'll complain about it, but you catch them smiling at in the mirror when they’re getting dressed. 

Letting you make them come against your mouth twice before they can’t stand it anymore and they’re groaning, pulling you up by the cheeks to kiss you with passion, teeth, and tongue. Moaning at their own taste as they push your back into the mattress. 

The roles quickly switched. 

Jordan never passes up the chance to be in complete control. To have their fingers between your thighs, watching the way your body arches and rolls to the pleasure they’re giving you as their thumb rubs your clit and their fingers fuck your pussy, deep, and rhythm with the buck of your hips. Their mouth on your neck, moving across your chest to close their lips around your nipple. 

They feel almost powerful with the knowledge—with seeing how they can make you feel—that they can bring out those weak-pleasure-fueled noises from you, that if they curl their fingers, you’ll be clinging to them, begging and pleading, breathing into their mouth like it’s your last one, like if they don’t let you come, you’ll go insane. Like you’re their saint, and you only need absolution from them. 

And when they have their cunt pressed to yours, palm pressed under your chin, against your neck, to keep your eyes on them, their words come out heavy and heated, “it’s only me, right? Only I can make you feel like this? Can make you come this hard?”, your answer wrapped around a pretty moan, fingers digging into their hips to press them harder against you—they feel invincible. 

But when they’re in their male form, it’s different. They’re different. They lose that dominant edge and shift into something more lenient. Something akin to a service top, with submission hanging at the cusp. 

They’ll still lace their fingers with yours and press them into the mattress, making you feel like they’re the ones in control. Like they could do whatever they want to your body and know you’d love it and ask for more. 

But deep down, you both know you’re the one in control. 

You’re the one that’s driving them completely insane. That they want to please. Make come over and over until your thighs are wet and sticky, and they lap it up with their tongue. Use the head of their cock to gather the slick at your entrance and rub it against your clit. Make you come one more time just by using the tip of their cock. 

Your begs for them to stick it in, “please, Jordan, please,” one of the prettiest things they’ve heard. 

Making them smile against your lips as they squeeze your chin between your thumb and pointer to bring your mouth up to theirs. 

“Anything for you,” they say against your open mouth as they slip their cock into your heat. The slow stretch makes your nails dig into the side of their arm. 

The thrusts and speed of their hips all dependent on what you want. What you moan and whimper into their skin, mouth. How your body moves against there’s, underneath it, with it. How your pussy squeezes them. 

“Come for me, one more time, I promise,” the wet squelch of their cock fucking you matched with the fingers drawing circles against your clit undoing you. 

And when you switch positions, when you take the reigns and wrap your lips around the tip of their cock, letting your tongue lap up your own come, that’s when that submissive side comes out. 

The whimpers heaved out of Jordan’s lungs, the push of their hips off the bed, driving their cock deeper into your throat. Their brows pinched together, eyes glossy, needy. Fingers on your cheek, your head, in the bed sheets. 

It’s fucking beautiful. 

They’re fucking beautiful. 

“Let me fuck your throat. Can I–fuck–can I fuck your throat, baby?” 

“Please.”

“Yes, please.” 

Their fingers dig into the side of your skull, the closer they are to coming. But even that’s soft. The thrusts fucking up into your mouth are hurried, fast, and hard, but still softer than they could be. Still gentle in that careful way of Jordan wanting you to enjoy this just as much as they are. 

When they come down your throat, they watch you swallow. Their eyes watching your throat move, lips twitching in a soft smile. A hand cupping the back of your neck to bring you against their chest to lay. A finger under your chin to lift your head far enough for them to lean down and kiss you. 

[24hlevi]

— grounding

sam riordan (gen v) x gn!reader

genre: smut

summary: sam always listens to the rules you set, and he's always a good boy just for you

warnings: language, nsfw, sub!sam, dom!reader, edging, handjob

the room was filled with whimpers and light moans, with sam next to you on the bed in your dorm. his sweatpants were tugged down to his ankles with his boxers just low enough for his cock to be freed from its confinement.

"does that feel good, baby?"

sam nodded his head quickly, eyes screwed shut as you pumped his cock with your hand at a steady pace.

"use your words."

"y-yes," sam whimpered. "f-feels so good- fuck-" he threw his head back with a loud moan.

your thumb ran over the head of his cock, smearing his precum around as he let out tiny noises. you smiled at the sight of him, a complete mess, just for you. he was always good for you.

"such a good boy," you murmured into his ear, pumping your hand faster around his cock. "just for me, right?"

"yes," sam moaned. "just f-for you."

you could see his stomach clenching, a sign that he was about to cum but before he could you pulled your hand away. he let out a long whine as his hips bucked upward.

"be patient, sweetheart. i'll let you cum, eventually." you smiled at him.

pulling sam into a kiss, your nails dragged against his abs, slowly trailing back down as your hand wrapped around him again resulting in sam moaning into the kiss, his hips bucking again. you kept a fast pace as you pulled away from the kiss, but your faces just inches away from each other. you could feel his hot breath hitting your lips in short pants, and his hands grabbed your waist for something to steady him.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered. "please let me cum please, please, please," he begged you.

"i dunno, do you deserve it?" you teased, taking your hand away.

"yes, y-yes please, please- fuck-" tears filled sam's eyes as you stopped for what felt like the hundredth time. "please let me cum."

you didn't respond, starting to pump him again with a quick pace, watching him unravel beside you. "you're doing so good for me, baby. my good boy. just a little longer, okay? you're gonna feel great."

with a few more strokes on his cock, sam let out a guttural moan as his head hit the headboard, his hips jerking into your hand as he came all over his stomach and your hand.

"good boy," you kissed him deeply, his nails leaving marks on your waist.

"what do you say about round two?"

sam's eyes widened, but it wasn't out of fear. he nodded his head, knowing this was going to be a long night.

[ki-starz]

𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?

summary ; it's really much too late for this, but that's never been a barrier truly stopped you. wc: 1.2k.

content ; t!fem cate, sorta sub!cate, afab!reader, blowjob (cate!receiving), masturbation (reader), riding, light overstim (cate!receiving).

“You’re going to fall asleep! I am not letting you.” It’s so late. You’re both sprawled out on the couch, watching reruns of that truly shitty show she likes. It really is terrible. You’re only here to lay with her—and perhaps get something else. 

She knows how exhausted you get by the end of the week; but instead of bids for cuddles and back rubs, you’re trying to schmooze your way into her pants. 

“C’mon.” She realizes, in this fleeting, dreaded moment, that it is not everything else wonderful about you—not your faith in her, nor your wonderful, easy trust, or the fact that you allow her bare fingertips to skim your skin—that your voice is her greatest weakness. It’s unfairly dulcet, even sleep-coated, curling in her ears and burrowing into her brain before she has any chance to resist or even process. “Let me. Let me suck you off. It’ll take like, five minutes.”

She’d be offended at your thoughts on her stamina—five minutes? really?—if it wasn’t uncomfortably accurate.

And it really doesn’t help that you’re guiding her down, cushioning your head on her thigh. That your hands are slipping just past the cotton’s flimsy hem, palms warming the skin, and she can feel your breath through the fabric. 

“You’ll fall asleep halfway through. And then what am I supposed to do?” Her justification falls into brattiness, a pout jutting her bottom lip. 

“I bet you’d love if I fell asleep with you in my mouth.” 

Those words, that visual that slams, double-pronged from both your minds, into the back of her eyelids makes her jolt. Your imagination is vivid. It’s so unfair. 

“Baby…” she whines, soft and tortured. Usually she sounds like this an orgasm or two in, not while she’s still soaking her shorts with pre. Another whine sounds, and, really, she’s just beating herself up over this at this point. “…please.”

“That’s my girl.” Her shorts disappear as you tug them down, falling to the floor while her panties dangle off of her ankle obscenely. The pink lace catches and stays, even as you drag her leg over your shoulder. Her dick, skinny and clean-shaven, sits flat and twitching against her abs—already leaking a milky pool on the dip in her navel. 

You blow a mouthful of breath over her just to hear the whine it rips from her throat. 

She’s devolved so quickly tonight. If you hadn’t spurred her right now, you’d surely wake at three, four in the morning to her whining around her fingers, palm pressed to the curving bulge in her shorts. At least if you do this now you won’t be too groggy to think. One of you has to, and god knows it’s never her.

She’s desperate enough to cup herself, to press her cock against your cheek for just that little bit of relief. 

“Please… please… please…” she whimpers, tapping herself against you weakly, dripping pre onto your skin. It makes you grin wide, replacing her hand with her own. Her back bows, hips twitching up into your palm. 

“Jesus. You’re so needy.” You tease, if only to hear how she sobs. She sobs harder when you part your lips and swallow around her. She’s not too long, sitting just before the end of your tongue—perfect for escaping that terrible gag reflex. Despite how good it feels for her, it’s really less than pleasant. Instead you swallow, and she twitches desperately into the stranglehold of your rippling throat with a whimpered “oh, fuck—”

Her hand pushes on your head—as if there’s anywhere for you to go. You reach up, interlinking your fingers instead, the hold pressed down into the plush cushions. She bucks in protest as you slip back just half-an-inch to take a breath, but whines like a dog when you descend and suckle at her. 

You’re treated to a beautiful chorus of “please, please, please—“, her begging louder than the television broadcasting that terrible show. You can hear her two-fold, just barely, the sound vibrating through her bones until you can feel it—all encompassing and wholly arousing. 

You reach back and slip one, two fingers past the hem of your shorts, the soaked-through fabric of your underwear carelessly shoved aside so you can sink your digits into your sopping cunt. Your resulting moan causes her face to scrunch up, the tightens of her eyes and mouth doing nothing to stop the whimpers vibrating behind her lips. 

She spills onto your tongue not long after—less than the predicted five minutes—the salty slick spurting with every weak, jerky thrust. Panting, she attempts to push you off. For once, you let her. With a minor sound of protest you withdraw from your cunt, shifting up to straddle. Her half-limp cock twitches against your stomach. 

“You—you good? You satisfied?” She pants, because what else could she wish for but your happiness. It makes you smile, coo a little as you glide your hands—one slick with sweat, the other with your essence—up her stomach and under her loose tee. 

“No.” You murmur softly, enough to trick her tired brain for one second before she truly processes. 

“What?” She breathes, and you can hear how her following inhale catches sharply. She watches as you rid yourself of your shorts, and then your panties, whining at the sight of your slick clinging to the sodden fabric. Then she’s distracted, your palm rubbing against her sensitive skin making her gasp. She whines something about overstimulation, but still her cock twitches in your hand. 

“One more for me?” You huff, half-a-laugh, at her expression. Her mouth has lolled open, her lids falling—even at the gentle stimulation. The sight of you hovering, poised to sink down on her, is just as overwhelming as the touches. 

“Yeah—yeah, fuck.” It’s the sweet, breathless whines she makes that always get you. She jerks, mouth open in a silent gasp as you slowly sink. You split yourself open on her cock, easing down with gentle rolls of your hips. It’s enough to tear a soft moan from you, unrestrained now. There’s nothing to muffle your sounds that rise to mix with her own. 

Her palms seek your hips, guiding them through the motions that pick up gradually. Your joint sounds are muffled by the slap of her hips against your pelvis. The tip of her head back, slamming against the couch’s cushion, is a welcome sight—as is the tensing of her abdomen. You dig your nails into the muscles, the skin, drawing blood to the unbroken skin in a rose-tinted blush. 

She tilts her hips—some readjustment, right, left, you’re unsure. And you don’t really care, because white is sparking across your vision like falling stars. Your mouth falls open in an intoxicating babble. 

“Oh, right there. Yes. Good, Cate.” You murmur, your breath stuttering in the rhythm of your pounding heart. At the praise she groans, tightens her grip on your hips, and cums. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you—” Her babbling is the thing that tips you over, and it delights you to no end as your tightening around her causes the prettiest gasp. You sag, boneless, and fall to lay on her chest, feeling yourself leak hotly where you’re joined. 

“Well, fuck.” And then you feel a shift, her gaze straying— “We missed the end!”

Always about that stupid show. 

“Fuck the show.” You’ve got no energy for any other response, the burn in your muscles dulling pleasantly.

© ki-starz

[celianity]

Movie Night 2.0

Jordan Li x Reader

Prompt: having finished the movie, you and Jordan take care of all that pent-up energy

Warnings: cursing, basically just a whole lot of smut

Word count: 1.332

Author's note: thanks for all the love on Movie Night - here is part 2, I hope you enjoy :) ________________________________________

„Where’s your shit talking mouth now, huh?” Jordan’s voice echoes through the quiet of the hall, drawing you in like a hypnotic spell.

There is still a bit of distance between the two of you because they got a head start, excusing themselves to the bathroom five minutes before the movie credits rolled.

Their absence put you more on edge then you cared to admit.

When Andre and Cate finally left and Marie started cleaning up the aftermath of the watch party, you could feel the tension in your body building.

After the lights went out in your dorm room and you counted to a hundred for good measure, your feet hit the floor again. Marie’s breath was steady, but Emma watched you in the dark with eagle eyes as you tiptoed to the door.

“No glove, no love,” she whispered, scaring you half to death.

You held up your middle finger before disappearing into the hallway, where you’re greeted by a small figure at the end of it.

The exit sign above Jordan’s head illuminates their chin length hair and tints their fitted tank top light green.

Your gaze drinks them in, every alluring curve and dip. Even from the distance you can feel their eyes burning as they watch you approach.

Slowly, they pull their hands out of the pockets of their sweatpants, reaching automatically for your waist as you halt to a stop in front of them.

You dip your head slightly to even out the height difference, breathing in, brushing your noses teasingly. An intoxicating mixture of perfume, adrenalin and foolishness sends your mind spiraling. “Right here, all yours.”

Jordan doesn’t wait a second longer to take you up on that offer, stealing that hitching breath right off your lips. You suppress a moan in the back of your throat at the unexpectedly hard impact.

Their hand snakes up the front of your torso and sweeps along your collarbone until it rests firmly at the side of your neck, splayed fingers applying reassuring pressure. Their thump at the front of your throat makes you fear for your dear innocence. The other hand on your ass doesn’t help either.

Time to turn the tables, then.

You deepen the kiss, letting the pent-up tension roll off your tongue right through their parted lips. Tasting the peppermint tinge of their toothpaste and pressing closer, you wedge one knee in between their legs. Craving more friction, Jordan grinds against the clothing of your silken pajama bottoms and you’re happy to oblige.

Your hands split up.

One brushing along the underside of their left boob before cupping it fully. A sigh escapes Jordan’s lips as you both come up for air and you pinch their nipple between your fingers. The fabric of their tank top is so thin, making it basically invisible to your touch.

Your other hand is stroking up their thigh, playfully undoing the cords of their sweatpants, before slipping past the elastic band of their underwear.

This time, you don’t even try to subdue the groan. “Holy fuck.” Jordan swallows every syllable greedily as their desire wets your fingertips.

Maliciously slow, you push two fingers inside them, curl, retreat, repeat. They arch further into you, intensifying every penetrating movement by practically riding your hand.

The tiny voice in the back of your head reminds you to slow down if you don’t wish to end this soon. However, pushing them over the brink with just your fingers, still fully clothed, is an ego boost you can’t deny.

The assurance of holding their body in the palms of your hands threshes yourself dangerously close to the brink of coming undone right then and there in this fucking hallway.

“Don’t slow down,” they rasp as if hearing your thoughts, biting down on your bottom lip to hold your attention. The grip on your ass tightens.

“We’re just getting started.” You close your mouth around your fingers, savoring their taste on your tongue. “We should move this to your bedroom though because I need you to get naked right about fucking now.”

“You’re so goddamn hot, it makes me hate you sometimes,” Jordan bites out, nodding in agreement.

After planting one last peck on your swollen lips, they guide you by the hand to the nearest door.

Darkness surrounds you, sharpening your senses, highlighting your own desperate needs.

You hear a lock turn before two larger hands grab your waist, pulling you flush against a defined chest. Head turned upwards now; the new flaring up force of the kiss spurring you on. You feel like fighting the current of an ocean all of a sudden.

Those damn sweatpants are doing a terrible job at disguising Jordan’s hard-on, and it drives you crazy.

You clasp one hand around their cutting jaw, deepening the kiss, wanting them to swallow you whole.

The other one glides from their right shoulder over their chest and stomach, picking right up where you left off, enjoying every muscle twitch under your definite touch.

Right before reaching the elastic waistband again, certain fingers wrap around your wrist.

Hot breath fans against your ear, as Jordan whispers, “Your turn, get on the bed.”

The confidence in their tone sends a shiver down your spine, settling right between your legs which are now being pushed apart.

Scattered streaks of moonlight streaming in through the window paint their figure above you in pale light. With a catching breath, you freeze to admire them for a moment.

A smug smile tucks at the corners of their mouth, coming down on yours again after being parted for what feels like an eternity.

Eagerness is pulling the strings now.

You wrap your legs around their waist, guiding them nearer to where you need them the most. Tracing fingers and venturing lips won’t do the trick any longer.

You free them from their tank top to toss it somewhere onto the floor, ruffling their hair in the process, and finally loosen the cords of their sweatpants.

Physically restraining from letting your hand travel farther to encompass their bulge, you sit up instead to get rid of your own clothing, never breaking eye contact.

Jordan takes a quick dive into their bedside table to find a condom before settling onto their side, impatiently waiting to get a hold of your body again.

Briefly, you toy with the idea of putting on a little strip show just to tease them but the hungry glint in their dark eyes teaches you better.

“I want you on all fours,” they say, already moving behind you, warm hands grabbing your hips to pull you back in position. The tip of their hard cock at your soaking entrance turns your mouth into a desert.

“If you wait one second longer, I’m going to kill you,” you pant.

They grant your wish immediately, slamming into you with a force that nearly sends you face-first into the mattress if their splayed hands hadn’t held your torso upright.

These raw groans in the back of their throat zinging right through you, as you move in sync, pushing you over the edge a lot faster than you would have hoped.

Jordan can’t help falling apart at the same time, the view of your moonlit backside and the feel of your body around them being too goddamn much.

You flop down on your belly, content in the silence that follows, not caring about the mess right now. Jordan’s arms wind around your naked form, wrapping you in a full body hug. Their lips on the crown of your head are making you smile into their rising and falling chest.

“Are you staying over?” they ask almost hesitant, voice low and quiet in the dark of the advanced hour.

In response, you press a series of kisses onto their heated skin.

“You won’t get much sleep tonight if you keep on doing that.”

Your open-mouthed grin is a dagger in the diffuse light of the room. “I’m counting on it.”

[freakshowtwopointoh]

Hi!! Can I request jealous Jordan li where reader is spending a lot of time with someone else, maybe for a school project or something and Jordan notices and is like, nope, not happening, this one's mine bc they're so in love with reader and want all of the attention

Whew, that was a lot, haha,

Thank you!!!!

*not sure if u want established partners or situationship w feelings or something else, but i think imma go with situationship bc thats always the vibe for jordan lol if u want more established relationship lmk*

Debate club was a sensible extracurricular, and you had been doing it since your school stopped having model UN in 9th grade. It wasn't your favorite thing in the world, but you liked to argue, so it worked out. This week, you were arguing the "for" case with your teammate for the semester, Blake Mathers. He's a grating sophomore with floppy hair, and telekinesis powers you've only seen him use to enable his own laziness. The head of the club was nice enough, but he was insistent on "teamwork" when you'd much rather write alone. It was exhausting, trying to filter your thoughts and opinions, and allowing others to shine was not your style.

You try to pay attention to what Blake was saying about the topic, but all you were thinking about was Jordan Li. Ever since you made out at one of Dusty's infamous parties, they had invaded your senses and your thoughts. They'd catch you staring during class, or you'd wear a tiny skirt to a party, and you'd end up in a closet, or a car, or a bedroom, all limbs and heavy breathing.

"Um, hello? Did you hear me?" You shake your head.

"Sorry. Say that again?"

"The argument we wrote yesterday. It's gone - my computer got fucked." Ah, crap. This is the second time Blake's stupidity has made you re-do work. You'd done some research at the start of the week, and he'd forgotten to mention the topic had been changed. You sigh.

"Well, fuck. Alright, let's go back to the library then." You turn around and start walking, trying not to show your disappointment. You'd been hoping to "run into" Jordan at the JitterBean - hence the tight-ass skinny jeans.

Waste of an outfit, you think bitterly, pushing open the glass doors and setting up at the table that you and Blake had been using to do your assignments. Thankfully you'd saved your notes from yesterday, so you began reconstructing your argument while Blake screwed off.

You weren't paying much attention to what he was doing until you saw him fucking with Justine. Now there's some bullying you can get behind. You giggle, and watch as he makes another paper airplane fly around her head. She glares over at him and storms out, which makes you laugh out loud. The librarian glares, and you exchange a guilty look with Blake before getting back into writing.

The afternoon goes by easily after that. You were vaguely aware of other students milling about or studying nearby, but you were in the zone. Finally, at almost 8, the argument was done, and you saved it in multiple places just in case.

You wave goodbye to Blake, happy that the session went reasonably ok and the work was done. Saturday's debate was going to be a blast.

"Have fun on your little date with Mathers?" Jordan was leaning against the outside wall of the library, expression unreadable.

"Is the infamous Jordan Li jealous?" Their eyes harden slightly.

"Not jealous, just lookin out for you. He's a moron." They begin walking beside you, not acknowledging how unhinged they were behaving. Just looking out for you? If they weren't so damn hot, you might slap them. But the fact that they were asking meant.... something, right? You ignored how that made your heart swoop and just kept walking.

"We have debate club together, and he keeps fucking shit up, that's all." You say, in spite of yourself. If you were smarter, you'd let them wonder what you were doing with him. But you couldn't keep from looking at them, and feeling disappointed you can't make out any relief in their eyes. But then, their arm is snaked around your waist and their lips are at your ear.

"You wear those skin fucking tight jeans to just study with him?" You grit your teeth, forcing your mouth to not say what you wanted so desperately to say: 'No, I wore them for you, and you're clearly the idiot if you can't tell that I am so wrapped around your finger that I will dress up just in case I see you.' and just roll your eyes instead. They let their hand slide from your waist to your back pocket, daring you to stop them. And of course you don't. With every inch their hand travels, your heart skips another beat. When they squeeze your ass ever so slightly, a whimper sneaks out before you can stop it.

And with that, you're being pressed against a tree and their lips are on your neck.

"Fuck, J." You curse as their teeth sink into your skin.

"You're mine, baby. Only mine." They murmur in your ear.

"Always have been." You say back, almost moaning as they continue their assault on your neck. They pull away at this.

"Yeah? That why you're spending all your time with Mathers and co instead of me, in such," They pause to run their hands on your hips, pulling you tight against them. "delicious clothes."

"I thought you weren't jealous." You murmur, sliding your hand up their back. "But I wore these, and what's underneath, for you and you alone. He's just a moron who's forced me to re-do my work twice this week alone."

"Oh, you poor baby. Let me take you up and make everyone hear who really owns you." You barely hold back a moan as they drag you up to your dorm to fulfill their promise.

[snifflesbih]

gonna tbink ab thsi for a good LONGHGG while

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

JORDAN LI loves your ass. No matter what gender they are at any given moment they describe themselves as an “ass guy.” Because “ass guy” has an energy, and there’s no contest between the two.

If she’s got a chance she’s smacking your ass to remind you she’s around, and that you let her do whatever to you whenever she wants to. Gives the underside a little pinch when she can afford it, kiss on one of the cheeks when she’s going in from behind with the strap, bite down on it to distract you when the length is too long and the girth is too thick.

He likes lap dances. He shifts his hips forward for you when you’re grinding down on his crotch, rolling your ass on him while he’s rolling his tongue between his lips. Make a big show of throwing his head back, blowing air out, biting down on the skin past his lower lip. “Baby…” he’ll exhale, all low in the voice you like. Later he’ll fuck you reverse cowgirl cos that’s his favorite position, big hands on your hips slamming you down onto his dick to watch your flesh ripple.

They want your ass grinding on them at parties, they want to knead on it when they’re making out with you, they wanna walk side-by-side with their hand in your back pocket like in that movie you showed them. When you’re straddling them on your mattress, you guide their hands down your waist to your thick backside stuffed in your little pajama shorts, and they clutch on and use that flesh to rock you back and forth on them until you cum all up in your pretty panties.

[yameoto]

HELL IS A (FUCKING) ROOMMATE. JORDAN LI.

synopsis ; your roommate has the libido of a goddamn animal and it's driving you insane. not to mention the fact they have an annoying habit of jerking off in your dorm. to you.

they want you? fine—they can have you. only on your terms, though.

✗ warnings ; dom!reader, sub!jordan. fem!reader, perv!roomate!jordan, dubcon, voyeurism, excessive masturbation (soz). wc ; 4.2k

YOU can do this. you can do this.

you grunt as you fumble for the key. cursing as, with an extreme lack of coordination—you begin to forcibly ram the bloody thing into the lock with the grace and precision of a sledgehammer. what you lack in motor control you make up for with inner beauty—or something.

the do not disturb sign rattles mockingly off the handle, meaning your roommate is definitely inside and definitely not helping out. you grit your teeth, entire body off kilter as you're preoccupied with balancing the boxes cramful of belongings in your arms; big and bulky and absolutely not helping your aim. you curse, loudly as they almost almost tumble out of your grasp the moment the key miraculously jams into place, jerking wildly to catch them. (note: super strength does not come with super-hand-eye-coordination.)

“fucking– stupid- key– fucking better– woah!” 

without warning, the door swings open, inwards. a montage of your entire life flits before your eyes as you hurtle forward, boxes and all. you just about barely manage to catch yourself with an undignified stumble before drawing yourself up; coming face to face with—oh.

two figures. bodies very noticeably.. inside. each other. naked. on, what you realise after a bout of disbelief; your fucking bed.

"what the fuck?"

one of them growls, mop of black hair flopping as their head snaps up, even though you're pretty sure you should be the one slinging expletives around. with a frustrated scowl they pull out of the dude, sending a withering glare to the poor guy they were fucking into the bedspread—to which he.. disappears? glitches out? phases out of existence? because suddenly he’s not there anymore, and you’re stranded alone with a very attractive, very threatening looking college student. 

who is also—uh, very, very naked.

“um, hi–”

“why do you have a key to my fucking dorm?”

oh, shit.

they are, frankly, gorgeous – like, one of the most beautiful people you've ever seen. their hair is black, mussed, and you can’t help the way your gaze follows its way down the threshold of an.. extremely muscled, slick torso before snapping upwards to find a mildly paralysing glare that reminds yourself that you are not in a very good position right now.

“i’m uh- your new.. roommate?'' you don't mean for it to come out like a question, but by the way they're staring down at you like you're a cockroach that just flew onto their windshield, you almost aren't so sure.

"i'm a fucking TA— i don't have roommates." their eyes narrow, which is like—alright, way to be real welcoming.

“i’m a.. last minute transfer..?” you offer, wincing as you meet their stare. their eyes are unflinching, yet still lidded in a post-sex haze. you can feel your body involuntarily holding its breath; though from the steel in their gaze or the way their biceps flex when they run a hand through their dishevelled locks, you can’t tell. 

fuck, you hate hot people.

“oh, yeah. fuck, i forgot about that.” their shoulders slacken, mouth settling into an unimpressed line; which is only slightly more welcoming than the look of murderous intent of two seconds ago. “jordan. jordan li." they say, last name and all—which is how you know they're a prick. "make yourself at home, i guess.” they don’t sound all too enthused as they skirt away from the door, seemingly satisfied with the fact that you're not a home invader—dorm invader? whatever. you just pray that the sigh of relief you breathe isn’t audible.

“great! nice to meet you, i’m–”

“s’on the sheet." jordan cuts in with supreme disinterest as they move across the room, leaning down to pick their boxers from the floor. you’re struck once again with the realisation that they are still fucking naked, and you pointedly tear your eyes away. 

“um, yeah.. hey, uh—what’s your-”

“third year, crime-fighting. don't touch my shit. no pets, obviously. if you have a dog, get rid of it. give it to the animal shelter, don’t care. don’t snoop, don't make a mess, and definitely don’t take off the goddamn do not disturb sign. got it?”

you've barely opened your mouth to reply; probably with something along the lines of what the fuck? or animal shelter? before jordan's already turned away, back muscles flexing as they sink back onto the end of their bed, scrunching their briefs up in one hand and—

“hey, uh,” jordan interjects, turning round with an unreadable expression as they glance down, and like a fucking idiot, you follow; giving you front row seat to the massive, throbbing boner that they’re still sporting—pulsing an angry, flushed red as the tip drools with precum.

“mind if i take care of this? couldn’t exactly finish, if you know what i—”

you slam the door after you, and you swear a snicker follows you down the corridor. 

-

over the next week, it quickly becomes apparent that jordan either a): forgets you live in the same room as them, or b): simply does not care. 

for starters, there’s their apparent aversion to doing laundry until their entire closet is out of commission, the coke stash underneath their mattress and also—oh. their need to get their dick wet at least four times a day. (irrespective of whether they have a dick or not).

“what?” jordan scoffs through a mouthful of cereal. “‘m not lettin’ some fuckin’ freshie cockblock me.”

“i’m a transfer, not a fucking freshman.” you scowl, and jordan’s lips curl to form a lazy little ‘o’. it twitches upwards into that infuriating little smirk, like they enjoy seeing you squirm. 

“whatever. my libido stops for nobody, not even you. besides,” they set their bowl on the bedside table, wagging their fingers suggestively into a ‘V’ shape and licking the air between. "a bigender supe has needs too."

they’re slouching against their headboard, free arm stretching lazily above their head. your cheeks flush traitorously as their biceps flex—muscles visibly popping against their frame “you can just say 'a girl has needs'. i'm not an idiot, i know what you mean." is what you grumble back, if only to ignore the inane, stupid heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. 

"but i have needs when i'm a dude, too." jordan grins, propping themselves up by their elbow, eyes gleaming impishly as they curl their hand into a fist and making a fucking wanking motion over their (currently) non-existent dick. which is—yeah. that pretty much sums up your roommate for you.

the thing is about jordan, is despite all their excessive lockerroom talk and relatively abrasive personality; they’re still rank two in all of godolkin. ergo, they’re a surprisingly busy person; being preoccupied with either studying, sparring or partying ninety of the time. 

thus, like all horny, single college students, when you don’t have time to squeeze a good fuck in, you’re left with second-best option—yourself. this would otherwise be fine, except jordan’s compound v must have seeped through their bloodstream and into their libido because jesus fucking christ are they horny.

it’s not like they make an effort of hiding it, either. they seem to have zero qualms about rolling out of bed, morning wood popping out from their briefs like a fucking beacon. 

“oh, shit,” jordan yawns when slide the covers off, giving way to the immense boner throbbing against their boxer-briefs. they don’t even have the decency to look sheepish when they walk past you, adjusting themselves lazily. you don’t miss the grunt of relief that escapes them as their hand palms their crotch before they disappear into the bathroom, either. or the little groans of relief that sound behind the door before they saunter out, towelling their hands with the stupidest grin on their face.

it shouldn’t piss you off as much as it does, except for the fact that even when jordan rouses without morning wood (or wood in general); they end up making their usual bathroom trip anyways. noises slipping from a half-ajar door and toilet lid left slippery, as always. 

they have to be doing it on purpose. they have to be. like, they left their strap-on on your desk once. which, first of all, gross. second of all, why was it so fucking big?

“jordan!” you holler, aghast as you nudge the thing on your desk, conveniently placed right next to your laptop.

“oh! that’s where i left it. sick.” jordan grins as they saunter over, veined hands reaching over to wrap around the shiny, plastic length and fuck, since when were their palms so massive—

“thanks, roomie.” they ruffle your hair with an impish glint in their eyes, smile only growing when you jerk away with a scowl. 

and that’s not even the worst of it.

“oh, shit—was that yours?” to their credit, jordan looks somewhat sheepish as they pinch a rock-hard pair of socks off the floor. your fucking socks, which have clearly been well-loved and cared for in places other than your shoes. 

“those were my favourite!” they weren’t your favourites. they’re socks. however, it makes jordan wince, which almost makes it worth it. 

hey, a little remorse is better than nothing. 

“..i’ll buy you a new pair?” jordan offers, scratching the nape of their neck. you’re almost content to let the awkwardness linger just give them just a piece of the torture you’ve been subjected to for the past several weeks — except the sliver of satisfaction is completely negated by the way jordan’s lip twitches upwards, like they’re fighting back a smirk.

“you little fuck—“

anyways, the point is jordan wanks. a lot. 

you can’t stop thinking about it. because it’s annoying. and disrespectful. and god, do they think you want to hear every pretty little moan that falls from their mouth? every grunt and groan that slips from their throat in that raspy, godforsaken timber— 

long story short; if you have to find a wadded up sock or sticky residue at the bottom of the computer desk one more time, you’re going to lose it. 

you think jordan knows it, too.

-

it’s midnight when you wake up to the sound of a bed creaking.

you’re an early sleeper, jordan isn’t. it works. you’re typically long knocked out before they even make it back in the dorm, out there doing god knows what. today, though, you’d far overestimated your ability to finish your latest assignment; so when jordan finally staggered through the door, slumping into bed with a little grunt, you thought nothing of it.

minutes pass, and the bed shifts. jordan groans. under the moonlight you can see the shadowed visage of their figure, splayed out on their bed with one hand underneath the covers; moving, repeatedly.

jordan grunts again, and you squint; bleary eyes adjusting to the darkness. the muffled, wet sound of slapping resounds, subdued by the weight of the blanket. if you didn’t know better, you’d think they were—

“mm, fuck—” jordan moans, blanket slipping down their hips and—oh my fucking god.

like pulling back a curtain, jordan’s cock springs enthusiastically to the surface; standing tall and proud as their fist pumps up and down the thick, veined girth of their length. it’s practically pulsating with need, bordering on desperate—they must be desperate, because jordan’s shameless, sure, but.. jacking off in the same room as you? 

you didn’t think they were that much of a fucking perv.

but maybe you’re a perv too, because the moment jordan’s hips rock upwards and their tip glimmers in a thick sheen of pre-cum; you can feel the telltale surge of heat in your stomach, the fabric of your panties dampening and oh, this can’t seriously be happening right now.

“fuck—motherfucker..” jordan hisses, drawing your bleary-eyed gaze from the flushed, throbbing bob of their cock to their pink cheeks and fucked-out face, mouth lolling in pleasure. they twist their head, nosing into something tossed onto their pillow that makes you stop in their tracks.

that’s.. you thought you lost that!

“need ‘m—so—fucking bad..” jordan slurs stiltedly, nuzzling into your shirt like their life depends on it. “fuckin’—stupid fucking—”

your stomach tightens, and you can’t help it when your fingers dip down under your shorts, slipping into your cunt. you should be mad, should be disgusted, should be shoving open the door and ripping them out of their covers and.. wrapping your mouth around their adorably flushed tip? seizing their hips and yanking their cock into your tight, wet little—

"oh, fuck," jordan interrupts your thought process by growling through their teeth, precum spilling from the slit of their dick and glazing their palms. there’s so much of it, so wet that even in the dark you can see the stain pooling in their sweatpants, their bedsheets. 

you’re so entranced you barely even register when it when their grip releases; length arcing and splattering thick ropes of cum against their abdomen. the sight is so mesmerising that you almost don’t pick up on the sound of your fucking name that tears out of their throat—husky and half gargled as jordan’s chest heaves. you don’t even realise you’ve been holding your breath until jordan’s figure simply lays there, pants echoing in the silent room. 

they wrap your shirt around their dick and wipe it clean. it’s only when they murmur something unintelligible—burying their nose back into your jumper that you finally, finally turn away, fingers curling deep inside your cunt.

fucking hell.

-

the second time it happens, you are wide, wide awake. which unfortunately means you have no excuse for the minutes seared into your memory and sticky residue on your thighs.

granted, at first you didn’t know. as always, the bathroom door hangs carelessly agape. steam curls from the room, wafting up and dispersing in the stuffy dorm air. what lingers, however, is the fresh note of jordan’s shampoo, body wash, and something.. saltier, headier.

whatever. with nothing more than an arched brow, you pick over the discarded basketball shorts and tank tops that litter the floor, intending to kick the bathroom door shut and be on your way. it’s when your hand reaches out, closing around the cool metal that you see it.

jordan’s slumped against the slick shower wall, fingers buried knuckle-deep into their pussy.

oh, shit shit shit—

“shit..” jordan hisses, muscles working like well-oiled sprigs as they pump into their cunt, droplets of water trickling down their skin and pooling into the divots of their body. 

your hand tightens around the doorknob. god, their moans.. if they think the sound of the showerhead can disguise the filthy nothings spilling out of their mouth, they are very, very wrong. 

somewhere between the fuck’s and annoying’s and pretty fuckin’ prude’s their full-weight crumples against the shower wall, plush ass pressing up against steaming glass like some (high-quality) porn ad as they ram their fingers in one last time, free hand shooting out wildly to grasp at nothing before the shower wall splatters with something you only catch a glimpse of before you’re slamming the bathroom door, cheeks burning and fingers trembling. with a start, you realise you’ve almost wrenched the goddamn metal off.

the doorknob is always a little bit loose, after that. 

-

you’re getting ready for a party.

well, you’re supposed to be getting ready for a  party, hence the sultry eyeshadow, glossy press of your lips and sheer amount of skin laid bare. your crop-top is just a little bit too high, mini-skirt more than a little too short.

in reality? you’re enacting your fucking vegeance.

jordan likes you. it’s a fact that stares you right in the face. and if not a crush, it’s a massive, raging hard-on. for you—only you—citing a certain roommate’s post-nut ramblings you’ve heard one too many times. 

as it turns out, jordan becomes considerably less insufferable when you know you’re the only thing that gets their dick wet.

“how do i look?” you call, doing a little twirl. it’s impossible to keep the smirk off your face, skirt flipping very purposely upwards as you spin, revealing a tad more than they ever (usually) get to see. 

jordan glances up, and their breath fucking hitches.

bingo.

“what?” you cock your head, lashes batting innocuously as they stare. playing the oblivious role is just too sweet, especially when your eyes flicker down, just for a moment, and you can see the bulge in their sweatpants growing.

poor little jordan, hard because their roommate flashed a millisecond of ass.

“you look—good.” they grunt, tone carefully measured. their gaze lingers, only for another moment before they abruptly snap their vision back to their screen. an admirable effort, really. if only their cheeks were a little less red, cock a little less needy.

“well don’t flatter me too much,” you twist away, lips twitching upwards. feigning normalcy is easy, seeing as how you’ve been doing so ever since that first night. you're practically buzzing with anticipation when you make a big show of leaving the room, snarky comment and all.

and really, jordan could've waited for longer than two minutes before moaning that raspy, broken moan (you're so intimately familiar with) from behind the door.

your lips split into a grin, and when you slide the door back open, the look on jordan's face is so priceless you hope it'll be seared into your memory forever.

“shit!"

it’s undeniable, this time. you’re no longer a fly on the wall, and they’re no longer blanketed by the illusion of secrecy; caught red-handed with their cock in their fist and head on your pillow.

“wait—fuck—i can expl—!”

like clockwork, jordan's cock twitches as if in reaction, and a drop of fresh semen spurts from their tip before trickling down to join the messy puddle on their stomach. 

“i thought—fuck! you said you were going!” 

“that doesn’t sound like an apology to me.” 

you delight in the way jordan flushes, their breath hitching. they take a ragged breath before they make a valiant attempt to cover up their falter with aggression. "doesn't mean anything," they retort through gritted teeth, mustering up as much conviction as they can. 

it’s adorable, how much they pretend they don’t want you as if they don’t jack off to the smell of your sweatshirt every night. 

“shut the fuck up.” you roll your eyes, novelty of the movement finally wearing thin. you have needs too—and with a fluid movement, you slide onto the bed and yank their hips against yours, pulling them into a straddle over your torso.

jordan can't help but hiss at the sudden contact, hips jerking instinctively. "fuck, you're cold," they mutter under their breath, though there's no denying the thrill running through them; hips bucking forward into the touch of your cool fingers as they wrap around their hard member. it feels euphoric—the contrast between your heat and coldness heightening every single nerve ending in their body. the tip of their cockhead brushing against your belly button, dripping a thin line of hot, sticky fluid after it.

“go on.” you coo, eyebrows raised. 

jorda’s hands fly almost immediately to the hem of your skirt. so eager, like an impatient puppy. 

 before you curl your hand around their wrist, grip firm and punishing. 

they freeze, head cocking like a confused puppy. “huh?” they say, biting back a noise of complaint. they want you so bad its goddamn gruelling; their fingers twitching around nothing, screaming in impatience, let me fuck you, let me ruin you already. don’t you know how long i’ve been waiting? how long you’ve kept me fucking waiting?

of course you know. they don’t know that, though. 

“you’re not gonna do anything?” despite all their irritating, fratboy-esque bravado; jordan’s unable to prevent the whininess from seeping into their tone, hands tugging insistently at the hem of your skirt. their cock pulses, painful and needy.

“you have hands, don’t you?” your lips quirk at the way jordan’s expression drops and their mouth opens again, probably to protest until you yank their thighs open and press them forward, dick pressing flush against your torso. 

"unnhnnngh.." jordan grunts, gasping for air while trying to maintain eye contact with you—an impossible task considering how goddamn desperate they are. their free hand grabs hold of your waist, grinding sloppily as precum spurts all over your chest. “f-fuck off," they hiss, lips crashing against yours, teeth knocking at their eagerness.

“goddamn tease—” they groan, rutting against your torso, to no avail. they bury their face into your collar, utterly miserable, fingers twisting into the hem of your shirt. “just get the fuck on with it—ahnnn.. f-fuck—”

“so mouthy,” you tease, delighted at the mewl that slips past jordan’s lips when your hand wraps around their tip. their chain necklace swings wildly, bucking their hips desperately into your fist.

“hands feel so fuckin’ good,” jordan sputters, drooling almost as much as their dick is. their fumbling grasp finds purchase in your shoulders as they pump themselves into your hand; you barely even have to move, with them doing most of the work.

“need to be— inside—“ jordan grunts; glassy eyes blinking down at you like it’ll change your mind just like that. it’s cute, how they look when they’re not scowling or fucking smirking at you. it’s even cuter, the way they inhale sharply when you shake your head and deliver a cool “no, baby,” their back arching when you cup one of their balls and squeeze, forced into dismal acceptance with a keening whine. 

jordan’s movements are getting unsteady, now. eyes glazing over by the second. “y’gonna make me cum,” they slur, grip on your hips tightening. it only takes a moment before their movements stutter and they’re muttering “fuck fuck fuck oh, fuck!“ and a long, gargled moan rips from their throat and all of a sudden hands wrapped around cock are sinking in wet, sloppy heat; your fingers sliding knuckle-deep into their pussy with almost breath-taking ease.

“jesus christ!” jordan croons in sheer, unexpected pleasure as they feel you shove yourself inside them, cum spurting and squeezing out helplessly from between their walls and your fingers. they squirt so fucking messily, their leaking cock replaced by a cunt spilling out out all over your palm. 

“i didn’t—didn’t mean to—” they slur, panic two steps behind their mouth. struggling to sling anything coherent together with you kneading your fingers into their pussy like its goddamn putty. “oh?” you arch a brow, and jordan visibly flushes, moaning openly when your digits curl.

“can’t–don’t really—”

“what? fuck yourself?” is your reply, because you both know they fucking do; it’s not like you don’t how their pussy sounds when it’s sliding slick against their pillow, how your name sounds cried out, thick through the muzzle of your jumper.

it’s a dual guilty pleasure—you watch, they do. at this point, you can’t tell who’s the more perverted out of the two of you.

jordan. definitely jordan. 

“too busy humping my clothes, is that it?” you purr, and jordan honest to god whimpers, squirming away from your fingers both out of overstimulation and plaintive shame. “ah, ah,” you tut, nails digging into their hips as you hold them in place, finger thumbing harshly against their clit as they cry out a gargled moan. 

“f-fuck off—” jordan hisses, practically an admission of guilt itself. they seem to know it, too, with the way they abandon all pretence and pound violently against your knuckles—their gaze burning into yours like they’re daring you to say another word. “don’t act like you didn’t—shit—fucking like it.” jordan gasps out between sputters, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“hm?” you pause, eyes meeting jordan’s heated, quivering stare. “jerk off to watching me?” they choke, eyes glossing over when you thrust “did you fuck yourself to my—mmhnn—!” 

an easy, all-too-familiar eye roll graces your face before you shut them up with your fingers. their pussy clenches; hot, slippery walls gripping your digits as if afraid to let go. oh, this is too easy.

“don’t get cute with me, roomie.” the nickname tastes sweet on your tongue, and jordan’s face grows hotter. a well-timed thumb to their clit flickers their bravado out like a light. “fucking hell!” they gasp, mouth gaping into a moan and eyes rolling back into their skull.

“you wanted me to watch, didn’t you?” you coo, and jordan squirms; mouth open in protest—or at least attempts at them, what with the way they keep gasping out in pleasure as you roll your fingers against their clit. 

“shut the fuck—i didn’t—”

“a pervert and a liar now, are we?”

jordan makes a noise somewhere between a hiss and a whine, crying out when you slide two more fingers into the slick canal of their core. their eyes screw shut, hands seizing so wildly into the mattress you almost think they’re about to tear a hole through the bedsheets.

“god! fuck—i can’t—”

they cry out your name when they cum, and even if its a sound you’ve heard countless times by now you don’t think it’ll ever get old. “that’s it, baby.” you coo, lips curling upwards at the way they bury their face into your collar.

they lie there, panting, for what feels like forever before a muffled, half-delusional groan leaves their lips.

“oh, fuuuckk..”

“what?”

“..i thought i would top.”

[goldhoekin]

Use Me or Lose Me || Jordan Li

Use Me or Lose Me || Jordan Li x Fem!Reader

summary: After Marie becomes #2 and Brink is killed by Luke Jordan slips in the rankings. They begin to obsess over the rankings neglecting their girlfriend who lets their frustration slips and Jordan takes their frustrations out on their girlfriend.

cw: fem!reader, porn with some plot, creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (m! & f! receiving), blowjob, overstimulation, ripping of clothes, biting/marking, dacryphilia, degradation, chocking

Words:1.8k

“I can’t fucking believe I’m still number 5. Fucking FIVE babe!” Jordan growls from their spot on their bed, you sigh quietly as you enter the room fully. You’d JUST walked into your partner’s dorm before you were bombarded with Jordan’s endless string of complaints about their place in the rankings. You knew that it bothered them to slip from #3 to #5 after the death of Brink but for FUCKS sake, Luke JUST DIED. You knew that Brink’s death was effecting Jordan as well ( you personally couldn’t give a flying fuck about that creepy fuck, and he held the same contempt as you because he thought you weren’t good enough for Jordan) but this is getting ridiculous. You’d been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice you’d said it aloud.

“This-this ridiculous?” Jordan says back, their brown eyes flashing from hurt to anger. You yourself feel a flash of regret before you again become angry. 

“Yes Jordan, this is getting fucking ridiculous, it’s not that freshmen’s fault she was pushed. I’ve heard her thoughts-trust me she needs to do well so let her have this. Andre, is Andre. He’s a grand poobah nepo baby, there’s not much you can do there but what you CAN do is work out your anger and stop ignoring your fucking girlfriend! You will get your just do, baby I promise you but PLEASE keep sight of what’s currently in front of you before it's not here anymore.” You say, your words falling from your lips before you could stop them, Jordan freezes in place. 

Before you can even blink Jordan has you held against a wooden door, your hands on their broad shoulders and their hands on your face to kiss yours with a bruising force. Your legs wrapped around their waist as they roughly invade your mouth, a deep groan escapes their lips as they make their way down the column of your neck. You feel their hands ripping your shirt open, leaving a trail or open mouth kisses down your body.

Moans escape your lips and you feel yourself being unceremoniously tossed onto the bed. Hands running through Jordan's hair, they shift forms and you feel their hands go from large and callous to soft and small. The delicate digits ghosting their hands down your supple body, their tongue following the trail. A rough bite to your breasts causes a breathy gasp to leave your lips, a slender hand sliding into your panties and finding your sopping wet cunt.

Without warning you feel their fingers enter you roughly, two a time. A punishing pace set as Jordan finger fucks you closer and closer to completion. You somehow manage to remove all of your clothing, Jordan paying your antics no mind until they feel your dripping wet pussy clenching their fingers as you nearly reach your peak. They promptly withdraw their fingers from you. 

"What—what the fuck are you doing Jor. I was so close, baby please!" You whine, your thighs rubbing together to get some sort of friction as you look at your partner’s wickedly smirking face. Jordan's form changes yet again to their male form, their cock looking painfully hard. 

"OH baby did you think I would let you come so easily after what the fuck you said to me? Oh no babygirl you won't get to come until I say so…and if you don't behave and come anyways then I fuck you until there's tears streaming down your face for being fucked so good!" Jordan says, claiming your mouth again, the tip of their cock rubbing against your aching pussy. 

Without warning they plunge their length into you, a deep moan leaving their beautiful lips as you feel Jordan set a brutal pace. Their hands bruising your hips as they fuck you into the mattress, your breasts bouncing wildly with the force of their thrusts. Suddenly you feel yourself getting flipped onto your stomach, face pressed down into the mattress, your ass in the air and Jordan never leaving your cunt. Their thrusts somehow get faster, harder. 

Your hand tries to sneakily reach down to rub your clit, desperate for release. Jordan had unfortunately caught you and brought both of your hands tightly behind your back, one of their hands tightly grips them. The other hand roughly slaps your ass, "I told you baby girl. You cum when I say you can fucking cum, not before. Do. You. Understand?" Jordan growls, each word punctuated with a harsh thrust.

You whimper in response to their harsh treatment of you, and as fucked up as it seems. You actually fucking love it, it feels so good to be tossed like a ragdoll by Jordan. Them working their frustration out on you and finally paying attention to you since Marie got to Godolkin. You can feel their mouth nipping and biting any skin they can get to, leaving deep love marks and the like unto your skin. You can feel them gripping your wrists tighter and you feel the knot in your stomach so close to unraveling and you know Jordan can feel you tightening up around them.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, do you understand me?” They whisper in your ear, nipping as they do so. 

“I𑁋i’m trying but I don’t think I can Jordan. Please baby, let me cum!” You whine out, desperate for release. 

A dark chuckle leaves their throat, their thrusts getting sloppy as they piston in and out of your weeping cunt. Their thrusts stop as they fill up to the brim with their hot cum and a deep groan leaves their lips as they fuck you through their orgasm. At the last second where you feel your own climax about to topple over the edge the cock is gone and Jordan’s large hands become delicate again. They fucking changed forms again and tears begin to fall down your face as you realize you didn’t get to cum. You feel their supple hand grip your face harshly, “What’s wrong baby? I did warn you didn’t I? Not until I tell you to cum to you cum Angel.”

They kiss away your tears, move their way to the top of the bed, lovely legs spread open and their cunt glistening in the cheap fluorescent lighting, they look you in the eye, “What are you waiting for? Get to work babygirl, you get me to cum again and I may think about returning the favor.” 

Without hesitation you lunge into Jordan’s cunt and begin lapping at your pussy with a vengeance, like a woman starved to get them to cum as soon as superhumanly possible. Your fingers rubbing their clit furiously, one hand gripping their left thigh in a vice grip, leaving crescent shaped marks on their thigh. A hand roughly pushes down your head, which causes your tongue to plunge into Jordan’s cunt.

You move your tongue at a steady pace, adding two fingers that you curl periodically inside Jordan, their cunt tightening around your digits. Their legs wrap around your head tightly as they reach their peak, a high pitched scream leaves their mouth as they cum again, legs shaking as they come down from their high. Sweat coats their skin as they struggle to catch their breath, “Fuck babygirl…I guess since you did so good I’ll give you what you want. How do you want me?”

You feel your heart soar, you’d been rubbing your thighs together to gain any sort of relief, any sort of friction to get yourself off. “I-i need you to fuck dick me down, real good and real hard. Punish me anyway please Jordan please!”

A smile graces their face as they switch forms again, they hold their cock in their hands, “Well I’m gonna need some assistance Angel…” You eagerly take their cock into your mouth, licking and sucking them until they get erect again, you remove your mouth from their cock, a string of saliva connecting the two.  

“You look so fucking good like this, I can’t believe you’re all mine.” Jordan says as they move into position behind you, rubbing the tip of their cock between your throbbing pussy lips. Ever so slowly they slide their cock into you inch by inch, Jordan holds your hips in place as you try to push back into them. Once they fill you to the hilt they immediately pull almost all the way out only to roughly slam back into you.

They set a brutal pace, holding your head down by your neck to brace themself as they roughly fuck you into oblivion. You feel your orgasm building up again so fast, you are so close and Use Me or Lose Me || Jordan Like a dam overflowing you feel yourself practically dissolving around Jordan.

You feel a gush of liquid escaping from your cunt, your legs giving up on you as you struggle to hold yourself up. Jordan doesn’t stop though, they continue fucking you through your orgasm, you feel yourself getting over stimulated and you try to wiggle away from Jordan but they hold you in place.

They slap your ass roughly and repeatedly, rubbing soothing circles onto your stinging flesh. Tears fall down your face as you look back at Jordan pleadingly but at the sight of your tears they laugh. “Look at you being a crybaby about getting dicked down like you wanted. You wanted me to treat you like the needly little whore you are and now you’re whining about getting what you begged for? You’re pathetic baby girl!” 

They fuck you through yet another orgasm, whimpers spilling from your lips as you feel yourself cum again spasming around Jordan’s cock as they give you no time to rest. They rub your clit as you cry out again and again, relishing the feeling of you squeezing the life out of their cock, you feel their hand gripping your throat. They tighten it around your neck cutting off your air supply, a rough kiss applied to you lips, their thrusting never ceasing their pace in the slightest. You feel them throbbing close to yet another release, just as they release your neck to fill you up yet again do you feel their teeth bite deep into your flesh.

As you take in gasping breath they lick at the wound on your neck, gripping your body as they slump onto you, not pulling themselves from your heat. They hold onto you and whisper into your ear, “I’m sorry about being an asshole, but just know I won’t just let you walk out on me without a fight Angel.” 

They nuzzle your neck and your eyes grow heavy and the ghost of a smile is on your lips, at least they paid me some fucking attention.

[inklore]

I’ve seen your reblog ‘“i’ve been thinking about you all day” as they’re filling your pussy’ and I was wondering if it was okay to request this with Jordan Li (established relationship)

NIGHTS LIKE THESE

pairing: jordan li x (f)reader

contents: foreplay, p in v, oral, this is very soft, it’s basically fluff with smut, both of their presenting forms involved, everyone is love sick and clingy idk | wc: 860

note: they're everything to me!! i have something much longer in the works for them but i needed to write something quick and yearny.

Your wrists are pinned above your head, their fingers twined with yours as they hold you in place, as if you’d ever escape them, leave them, or try to. 

As if you could go anywhere with their body pressed against yours and their hips moving between your thighs. 

Slow thrusts that make you feel every inch of them moving inside of you. Fucking you at that languid pace that comes from the frustration of long days and the yearning that pricks at one’s heart from being separated for too long. 

Course work and keeping your rankings are chores in and of themselves, but living up to the expectations it sets is even harder. So if a day goes by and Jordan can’t have you pressed up against them, at their side, or at the very least your nose in your test books laying against the other sprawled on their bed, each of you doing your own thing: their day just doesn't feel right. 

Doesn’t feel normal if they can’t pull you to the side in the hall and press a kiss on your lips. 

Can’t get the death glare you always give them when they forget to eat lunch because they were too busy helping Brink, and you surprise them with dinner and dessert—the dessert usually forgotten and turns into you between their legs or vice versa. 

Their days aren’t normal unless you’re in them. 

They haven’t felt normal since the two of you decided to try this. To be together. 

“You’ve rewired me,” they mumble against your shoulder as the two of you try to fall asleep one night. The clock on your nightstand glowing 1:00AM in big, haunting letters. Your night supposed to be spent working, but there are only so many sneaking glances and innocent touches against skin before you are both done pretending you want to do anything besides have the other naked and against you all day. 

And you know that they’ve rewired you too. 

Made the fucked up in your life a little less fucked, made the days easier to endure when there’s the constant pressure of greatness looming over you. 

You could crash and burn, and you know you’d still have their support, just as they would have yours. And that’s a higher score than rankings could ever give you. 

It’s rare the two of you will go a day without seeing each other, without ending up pressed together in bed—weed filled lungs laughing until the haze lolls you to sleep and you’re waking the next morning to Jordan’s alarm clock and the shifting groan of both their forms pulling their pillow over their head. Pulling you back down into bed when you actually do something crazy like get up and not lay with them for five more minutes. 

But nights like these make up for days when you are both swamped and Brink needs Jordan for something, and you are stuck alone with your nose in a book or forcing Marie and Emma to get Vought A Burger with you. 

Nights where there’s no rush. No need to go fast and get off as many times as your body aches for—as many times as the other wants to swallow and taste the pleasure each time you come against them, on top of them, or inside of you. Like you’re both dying of thirst, and only the others come will do. 

These nights are slow. Savored. Like you’ve been away at war rather than occupied over a span of twenty four hours. 

Jordan kisses you achingly slowly these nights. Let’s their tongue linger in your mouth for longer than normal, nipping at your bottom lip with gentle teeth. Their fingers stripping you of your clothes like they need to press their lips to every bit of skin they free. 

And when their tongue finally makes contact with your pussy it feels like you can finally breathe. Like you’ve been holding your breath for days—all night—for them to finally soothe the ache that they’ve caused. 

Their hips buck against the air when you switch positions, and your tongue presses between their thighs. A slow tease of teeth and tongue tracing down their hip bones until you’ve reached where they’re soaked, or hard for you. 

Neither of you letting the other come until Jordan is inside of you. 

Until you’re both sighing from that first initial push inside, the head of their cock easily fills you with how wet you are—how wet they’ve made you. Gasps breathed into mouths from that first slow roll of their hips. 

It’s heady and fucking torturous, and you love it. 

You both do. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” they murmur against your lips. Their fingers flexing against yours as they keep them above your head, as they completely take control of your body and show you just what they’ve been thinking about. “You take up every part of my brain, and it’s a problem, but I fucking love it.” They moan into your mouth; roll their hips in that way that has air whooshing from your lungs and your pelvis pushing up to drive them deeper. 

[24hlevi]

— frío

cate dunlap (gen v) x transmasc!reader

genre: smut

summary: after a bad day, cate can tell you're upset. so she makes you feel much better.

warnings: language, nsfw, sub!reader, dom!cate, strap on, mommy kink, praise

wc: 1.1 k

minors do not interact

i need her so bad it's unhealthy, and yes this was an impulsive decision

you laid on your bed in your dorm with the blanket covering almost all of you except your face. the day had been terrible with exam season, the rankings, and just the annoying people at the school. you honestly just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. you heard a few knocks on your door and looked over at it.

“come in!” you called through the door.

the second after you spoke, your girlfriend, cate walked in and closed the door behind her. she saw the position you were in and walked over to you. “are you okay?” she asked.

you shrugged in response. you didn't really want to talk about it when it was the usual. cate sat down next to you and cupped your face in her hands as you looked at her.

“do you want me to help you?” she said softly, rubbing small circles on your cheeks.

you could feel your face heat up at her words, knowing what she was meaning. you shyly nodded your head, leaning into her touch. “yes.”

“yes, who?”

“yes, mommy please,” you could feel your cheeks get hotter as you spoke.

“good boy,” she smiled at you.

moving the blankets off of you, you peered up at the blonde as she leaned down to you and started kissing down your neck, moving to straddle your hips. your hands awkwardly remained at your sides until she grabbed them and placed them on her waist. she gently pushed you so you were laying on your back and pulled away from your neck, looking down at you.

“tell me what you want.”

staring up at her with your hands settled on her waist, you quietly answered. “want you to fuck me. please, i want it so bad.”

“you want mommy to fuck you with her strap, baby?” she asked you with a sly smirk on her face, her hands roaming up and down your body.

“yes.” you nodded.

she leaned down and kissed you, slowly rolling her hips against you, smiling at the whine you let out under her and your nails digging into her skin. her hands found your belt buckle and unclipped it swiftly, pulling your pants down along with your boxers, tossing them on the ground. her fingers found your puffy clit and slowly started to rub it, parting from the kiss and chuckling when your hips bucked up.

“don't be impatient, baby,” she said. “mommy's gonna take care of you.”

a broken moan fell past your lips at her movements, your hips jerking up again with your head hitting the pillow under you. “f-fuck, mommy please,” you whined.

cate suddenly stopped, resulting in you letting out another whine and watching as she stripped and secured the strap on her. she crawled on top of you and pushed some of your hair out of your face.

“tell me how much you want me,” she whispered into your ear, dragging the tip of her strap along your folds collecting your slick on it.

“so bad,” you immediately responded. “i want you so much, please, please fuck me. need you so bad.” you begged, looking up at her with lust blown eyes.

she slowly pushed into you, peering down at you as your eyes rolled back and back arch into her, your hands gripping her waist tighter. once she was all the way in, she let you adjust for a moment before dragging out of you and slamming back into you, smiling at the sight of you moaning below her.

“look at you, taking mommy’s cock so well. you're such a good boy, just for me.” cate kept a slow pace as she gave you the praises you'd been wanting.

“mommy,” you whimpered. “need more, please.”

“yeah?” she teased. “you want me to fuck you rough, baby boy?”

“y-yes, please,” your voice trembled from what you were feeling.

“whatever you wish,” she whispered, pecking your lips and starting to pound into you at a fast pace.

your eyes screwed shut as moans fell from your mouth without care, and you could feel cate’s gaze and smirk staring down at you, making you slightly embarrassed at how needy you were.

she grabbed your face with her hand, not halting her thrusts as she watched you fall apart beneath her. “look at me, baby. i want you to look at me,” she said, squeezing your cheeks gently.

you opened your eyes as soon as she said to, looking up into her blue eyes as you tried to stop your moans from getting too loud, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the noises coming out of you.

“no, no,” she shook her head. “i want to hear you. you’ll let mommy hear those pretty sounds you make, right?”

“mhm,” was all you were able to get out, nodding your head quickly as your hands moved to her back, lightly scratching her skin. “mommy,” you whined loudly.

“i know, baby. i know,” cate smiled softly at you. “you love mommy making you feel good, don't you? no one else can make you feel this good, right?”

“ye-yes i love it- fuck- no one, j-just you- oh my god,” you moaned as your eyes rolled back when you felt the tip of her strap hit your g spot. “f-fuck mommy please please don't stop ple-please- feels so-so good- fuck-” you babbled mindlessly, not caring about how desperate you sounded.

she purposefully started angling her thrusts to hit your g spot again and again, her small smile growing bigger at you getting louder. “are you close? does my baby boy want to cum?”

you nodded your head feverishly, trying to keep your eyes on her as sinful noises kept leaving your mouth. “please let me cum pl-please please mommy,” you begged shamelessly.

“cum for mommy, baby,” she whispered into your ear, gently biting on it.

a shiver went down your spine at her whisper, and you let out a pornagraphic like moan as your body convulsed under her. your back arched up into her, clawing at her back trying to pull her closer to you while she slowly thrusted a few more times before pulling out of you. she took the strap off and tossed it to the side carelessly then laid down next to you, pulling you to lay your head on her chest.

“you feel better now?” she asked softly.

“mhm,” you hummed, nodding shortly. your arms wrapped around her as you rested your head on her chest. “thank you,” you mumbled.

“of course,” she kissed the top of your head, playing with your hair. “get some sleep, i’ll wake you up in a little.”

“you sure?” you asked tiredly.

“yeah,” she answered with a nod.

“okay,” you said, closing your eyes.

“i love you,” cate said quietly.

“i love you too,” you replied, slowly drifting off into sleep.

“have good dreams, my prince.”

[princesssmars]

happy new year jordan teaching marie how to use a strap on you goodnight

[kolsmikaelson]

hi everyone!! so i just finished watching gen v for the first time & im actually obsessed so im gonna open blurb requests for the characters down below. i’ll write pretty much anything, so fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut but make sure to read my request rules here before sending something in!! also just in case, i havent finished season four of the boys so please refrain from any spoilers, thank you <3

characters i’ll write for —

sam riordan

luke riordan

marie moreau

cate dunlap

jordan li

emma meyer