#jaha lee x reader

[yerrenica]

⋯ JAHA LEE x READER | go to hell (affectionately)

⬦ info; fem reader (dom), bickering, whipped jaha, the reader is stealthier than jaha could ever hope to be, they're both lowkey emotionally constipated, begging, grinding, blue balling jaha real, reject canon embrace cringe.

⬦ wc; 2.5k

Jaha Lee is an adult. He has a job, even if unconventional. He has subordinates, even if most of them are incompetent. He even pays with his own money, sometimes. And still, despite all of that, his frontal lobe seems to not have developed enough to know that killing people at 10 p.m. will make him stay up all night.

That's how he finds himself tossing and turning in his bed, burying himself deeper and deeper into his blankets, excitement buzzing in his veins making it impossible to get some needed sleep.  

Normally, Jaha is the type of person who goes down quickly and can sleep through a tornado if he wants to. That's what having too many enemies to count and spending most of your childhood years and all your adult life on the edge does to you - you learn to fall and stay asleep wherever, no matter how uncomfortable the place is because that might be the last time you get to get some rest in a long, long time.

The officer of shining light drove that point home just before Jaha fell off that forsaken cliff.

As he turns for the one-hundredth time in the past ten minutes, the sound of very light footsteps (almost as though the person did not wish for Jaha to know of their arrival) startles him, and his body immediately tenses up. Trying to get murdered from time to time is part of his job description, so it's not unusual to have people try to sneak up on him. However, he doesn't usually deal with assassins on the Black Rabbit clan's soil. The many squads patrolling the streets stop them before they have a sliver of a chance to get close to Jaha's or the Generals' quarters.

He closes his eyes and strains his ears, remaining as still as possible to hear what's going on. The walls are relatively thick, so the sound is muffled, but as soon as he hears the exasperated sigh on the other side of the door, he smiles and lets himself relax once more.

There's only one person who would be so brazen as to step foot anywhere near Jaha's quarters and then sigh with so little care and so much annoyance.

It's weird that [Y/N] is visiting at the wee hours of the night, but maybe she's forgotten something in his room or has finally decided to keep her word and murder Jaha like she has promised to do many times. Just to see what [Y/N] does when unsupervised, Jaha settles down and pretends to be fast asleep.

His bedroom door creaks open, and there's a soft sound of feet tiptoeing around the room. Jaha feels a hand pushing his fringe out of the way, and a pair of lips leaving a kiss on his forehead. It's such an innocent, tender touch, and it's so foreign that he has to bite his tongue and muster all his willpower not to make a sound that alerts [Y/N] that he's awake.

The mattress dips on the opposite side to where he's lying down, and he feels a warm weight settling against his chest. The woman settles down, lets out a contented sigh and plants a kiss on Jaha's chest, right next to where his heart is, with an easiness that seems practised like it's not the first time she's doing this.

And it's then and there when Jaha realizes that the woman's night escapades aren't uncommon and they're probably the reason why sometimes he wakes up with the familiar scent of lavender melon clinging to his skin, even though he's slept by himself (or so he thought) and with freshly washed sheets.

It didn't happen often, though, only after the nights when Jaha was too far gone, when the weight of his blade felt light, and the lives lost to it insignificant beyond measure.

It might be because Jaha is a bit enamoured with this woman, but the thought of [Y/N] sneaking into his bedroom just to sleep next to him and then leaving before sunrise just so she doesn't have to be embarrassed about it is painfully endearing.

[Y/N] mutters something in another language under her breath, and it's the first time Jaha has actively regretted not paying more attention to the foreigners who visited his inn back when he was an errand boy. Weirdly, it doesn't sound like an insult, but it also doesn't sound like the confession of undying love that Jaha would like to hear.

Well, there's only one way to find out what the woman said.

He wraps his arms around [Y/N]'s waist, and before she can react, Jaha flips them around so he's hovering on top of the woman. [Y/N] lets out a surprised yelp, and it's music to Jaha's ears.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." [Y/N] snaps too quickly for it to be nothing. "Let me go."

"No." Jaha singsongs, and he leans down to kiss the woman, but the other turns her head at the last second. Jaha settles on kissing her cheek. "It's rude to speak a language I can't understand and then not tell me what you said."

"I said let me go, you brute." [Y/N] repeats, turning her head to glare at Jaha. There's a beat of silence, and when she sees that the taller man isn't moving, she crocks an eyebrow. "Are you deaf?"

"You can already stop pretending you don't like me, you know?"

"Who says I'm pretending?"

"It's very hard to believe you don't like me at least a little bit when you sneak into my room in the middle of the night to cuddle me." Jaha chuckles, and just to drive the point home he leans in again, this time brushing their lips together.

[Y/N] purses her lips but doesn't say anything, so he keeps going. "You have a key to my room." A pause. "And a drawer full of your clothes here. We're basically dat—"

"Okay, shut up, I get it." The woman interrupts, her voice going slightly louder to block Jaha's words. Of course, she doesn't want to hear the word dating. Of course.

Jaha decides to be the bigger person, literally and metaphorically, and rolls onto his side, dragging [Y/N] with him so they're lying down face to face. He takes a moment to properly look at the other and only then notices the dark circles under her eyes and the way that she's blinking like she's fighting to stay awake. She looks exhausted.

"Hard day?"

"Assassins have been up my ass all day." [Y/N] says, and she doesn't explain further, but Jaha doesn't need her to. He understands what it's like to have a target on one's back. "Need to shut down for a bit."

"Stop calling it shutting down; it freaks me out."

"You've been basically fucking a walking assassin magnet for the past however many months, Jaha. Too late to be freaked out now."

Jaha scrunches his nose. "However many months", he thinks.

It's been seven months since we fucked for the first time and at least four since I realized that knowing the weirdly specific way in which you like your tea in the morning and spending my days off either pestering you until you pay attention to me or thinking about you may indicate that we are a bit more than associates with benefits, but we both seem to be deathly allergic to the word lovers and to any conversation regarding feelings and it's driving me insane.

But he's not dumb (or perhaps brave) enough to say that out loud. So he tugs on [Y/N] to bring her closer and buries his face into the other's hair. "Rest."

"In peace." The woman finishes with a stern tone. "Hopefully, I never wake up."

"It's sweet that you wish to stay in my arms forever."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"I know." Jaha concedes with a tired sigh. "Go to sleep."

There's a brief moment of silence, but [Y/N] then pulls back and looks Jaha in the eye.

"You told me to sleep, so now I can't do it." She argues, and the barely-there pout on her lips makes Jaha want to kiss her more than he's wanted anything in his life.

"It's a pride thing." She helpfully explains when she sees the dumbfounded expression on Jaha's face.

"Then stop being stubborn."

"Never."

The ravenette dramatically sighs in defeat and brings a hand to massage the side of his head. "You're going to do the opposite of what I ask you to just to be difficult, correct?"

"Correct."

"So how about..." Jaha starts, and he taps a finger to his lips like he's thinking. "You don't kiss me?"

"You're fucking dumb if you think I'm going to fall for that." The woman says, and she closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath like she's trying really hard not to hit Jaha over the head with a blunt object. "I can't believe you managed to become a clan leader. One would imagine you need more than one brain cell to be capable enough."

"One would also imagine that you need to be taller than three inches, but here we are."

He's barely finished speaking when the woman is already barking out a reply. "I'm going to kill you while you sleep."

"I'd love to see you try." Jaha chuckles, and there's something about the fact that the woman would indeed have a chance at besting him in a fight that makes him feel giddy. "Don't do it while I'm asleep though, I want to enjoy it."

"You're a fucking weirdo."

"I'm your fucking weirdo."

[Y/N] only rolls her eyes and huffs, and Jaha takes the opportunity to shove one of his hands under the woman's shirt. He's met with warm, soft skin, and he lets his fingers travel across [Y/N]'s taut stomach until he reaches the waistband of her pants. He hooks his fingers on the fabric, silently asking for permission.

"For fuck's sake, Jaha..." The woman whispers with irritation lacing her tone, but she leans way too much into the touch for someone who's complaining about it. "You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."

He unhooks his fingers from the fabric and lets his hand wander to grab [Y/N]'s ass. He squeezes, relishing in the way it makes the other squirm. As [Y/N] lets out a small gasp, Jaha leans in and bites her lower lip, gaining him a small whine. The ravenette almost smiles into the kiss, because [Y/N] might whine and complain, but she always responds so easily to his touch.

Without breaking the kiss, [Y/N] pushes him onto his back and climbs on Jaha's lap. She pulls back ever so slightly, and Jaha feels one of her hands grab his face. She forces his mouth open by pressing a thumb to his lower lip, and Jaha goes pliant under her touch, the only thought that runs through his head being, "Please spit in my mouth, please, please, please."

Instead, like she's reading Jaha's mind and refuses to give him what he wants, the woman takes her fingers out, leans in and shoves her tongue inside Jaha's mouth.

Jaha's mind is half-hazed as he sucks on the other's tongue like his life depends on it, and there's a buzz in his veins that has nothing to do with the copious amounts of murdering he's done that day. He holds [Y/N]'s hips in place and grinds up into her, managing to get a choked-out moan from her.

[Y/N] leans back, the moonlight coming from the window hitting her just right, and Jaha gets a view that he wants to keep in his memory forever - [Y/N]'s cheeks have a rosy flush to them, her lips are spit-slick and bitten red. The familiar sensation of wanting to wreck and be wrecked in return starts to bubble up under Jaha's skin.

Instead of taking Jaha's mouth again, [Y/N] blinks a few times and yawns, and it's a bit of a blow to Jaha's ego. The ravenette almost whines when [Y/N] leans back and props herself up on her knees, lessening the pressure from the one place where Jaha so desperately needs it. She takes both of Jaha's hands off her thighs, leaves them to rest on top of Jaha's clothed crotch, taps the back twice, like saying there you go, and clumsily climbs off of him.

Jaha's mouth falls open. "You're going to leave me like this?"

"Yes? I'm tired." The woman deadpans, and she shuffles to lie on her side, her back to Jaha. "You're a big boy, you can take care of yourself."

His dick twitches at the words big boy, and he looks down at the problem at hand. He realistically could take care of it, jerk himself off and call it a day, but what's the point if it's not her making him cum?

"You're really going to blue ball me?" He huffs as he lamely pulls on the fabric of his pants to release some of the pressure. It does nothing to help.

"You blue balled yourself."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Life doesn't make sense sometimes, Jaha." [Y/N] argues, and she dismissively waves a hand around. "Grow up."

Seeing that he's not getting any, Jaha lies back down on the pillow with a defeated sigh - it already smells like [Y/N], and that small fact shouldn't squeeze his heart the way it does. He takes a few deep breaths, letting his heartbeat go back to normal, and makes a mental note to make [Y/N] take care of all this pent-up frustration the next time he has her on his bed.

"To be honest, it's not the first time I've had to talk myself out of a boner because of you." He confesses with such nonchalance, eyes fixed on the back of [Y/N]'s head. "So I have practice."

[Y/N] turns her head, and even in the dim light, Jaha can see the furrowing of her eyebrows. He reaches a hand to smooth it out and considers it a step in the right direction when he's not pushed away or gets some of his fingers bitten off.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Well—" Jaha helpfully starts, but the woman decides she doesn't actually want to hear about all the ways Jaha's so pathetically whipped for her, and stops him. "Actually, never mind. Don't even tell me."

Jaha unceremoniously hums. "I thought you wanted to know?"

She pauses for a moment and lets out a scoff that sounds way too much like a laugh. Proudly, Jaha makes a mental note of adding "making [Y/N] laugh when she's in such a bad mood" to his list of personal accomplishments.

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep."

Jaha knows that if he asks for a goodnight kiss, he will get either a zap or a knee to his crotch, so he takes it upon himself to reach two fingers and delicately lift [Y/N]'s chin. He leans in, taking his time to kiss the woman properly without the heat of their previous kiss. And maybe he's hallucinating, maybe he's been awake for too long, but he can feel [Y/N] melt at the touch. He pulls back with a last chaste peck and smiles at the woman in his arms.

"Goodnight, [Y/N]."

"Go to hell, Jaha."

Jaha chuckles, and just because he can get away with it, he plants a kiss on [Y/N]'s forehead. "I'll see you there."

© yeri (@yerrenica) ⬦ do not repost, copy, translate, nothing. this is just 2.5k words of them bickering and me projecting. instead of brain there is only jaha.

[jahascouch]

Origami || Excerpts of their daily life [Jaha Lee x GN!Reader]

Cha Seongtae watched as Lee Jaha did his best to craft something with his hands, an unusual concentration underneath his crimson red eyes. Seongtae had practically been looking for Jaha everywhere, the sect leader being needed for something, as usual. However, he checked everywhere, and the last place he thought Jaha would be in was his room.

What surprised him even more is that Jaha was clumsily trying to fold several pieces of paper together, and tying them together as a makeshift bouquet. While Seongtae knew that Jaha was smitten for [Y/N], he didn’t realize how far the sect leader could take it.

Well - he now knew that Jaha was a lot more smitten for [Y/N] than he initially thought. To be fair, Jaha always had a bored look on his face whenever he wasn’t killing or mocking anyone, so when Seongtae saw Jaha smiling softly at the person, he was stunned.

Anyways. To focus on the situation at hand, Seongtae watched Jaha for a bit (the man’s concentration never wavering, despite him usually being observant to everything happening around him). He watched as Jaha failed multiple times at folding a rose, or as he messily tied a few of them together, before sighing and putting it to the side.

Upon taking a closer look, on the side of the table Jaha was working at was an entire stack of paper bouquets - if you could even call them that. They were all messily strung together, and the bottommost bouquets look horrid. He did note that the ones on the top, the more recent bouquets, looked slightly better than the ones before.

After a bit of watching the man struggle, Seongtae spoke up, “Master Jaha, what are you doing…?”

For the first time since he met Jaha, he finally caught the man off guard. Jaha jumped slightly in his seat, before sheepishly turning to Seongtae and making a half-assed effort to hide the paper bouquets behind him.

“Nothing,” He mumbled.

Seongtae raised an eyebrow at the obvious lie, crossing his arms. He replied, “That doesn’t look like ‘nothing’.”

Jaha looked awkward, knowing that Seongtae caught him. His eyes averted, internally battling with himself. He wondered if he should tell Seongtae the truth. Jaha wasn’t the type of man to be so hesitant, and he wasn’t the type of man to be scared if he was acting out of character. After a few moments of debating with himself, Jaha sighed and answered Seongtae, though with a slightly reluctant look on his face.

“I’m… trying to make a paper bouquet for [Y/N].”

“I can see that,” Seongtae quickly answered, earning a sharp glare from Jaha. He quickly shut up. After another few moments of silence, Jaha continued.

“They mentioned it would be romantic, so I’m… working on it,” He finished, looking off to the side as if he were avoiding Seongtae’s gaze.

Seongtae raised his eyebrow again, staring at the bouquets, “They’re quite ugly, to be honest.”

This earned him another sharp glare from the sect leader, and he put his hand up to defend himself. After a bit, Seongtae offered (after he saw the dejected look on Jaha’s face after he finished glaring at the manager), “I know how to make origami. It’s not a bouquet, but I can teach you how to make a swan.”

…

That day, you came back to your own room, noting something out of place on your desk, on top of several books. It was a singular paper swan, clumsily folded on the corners but was neat. You let out a small chuckle as you noted the writing on one of the wings.

‘Aside from your cooking, you're my favourite.’

[blue-howlite]

Jaha Lee x Reader, headcanons

Warnings: NSFW, dominant and submissive dynamics, oral sex, praising kink, mentions of murder and blood, Jaha Lee should be a warning on its own.

Yn=Your name

I think that Jaha Lee is the romantic type that focuses on foreplay a lot. That's because he treasures you, so he wants to take his time with you and enjoy every second together.

It usually starts after he took a bath, this menace can't spend a day without getting covered in blood, and he asks you to help him get dry in your shared bedroom. He loves when you take care of him like that.

As you're drying his hair, he'll pull you into his lap and keep you there, softly whispering things like "Thank you" and "I love you".

He likes to have you all to himself like this. He starts innocent, holding you and kissing your face; then his kisses get to your neck, then your chest... Soon you're not very focused on his hair anymore, he's probably holding your hands in his.

But, as I said, he likes to take his time with you: while his lips keep yours busy, his hands roam free on your body, not leaving an inch untouched. He'll barely brush your sensitive spots but he won't immediately give any satisfaction. Though, if you ask nicely...

He's not the most skilled at the beginning, but he's a quick learner: after the first time he becomes really good with his mouth and hands, and he takes pride in the sounds you make because of him.

He doesn't care about size, he'll manhandle you however he wants, he has the strength for that. Of course he'll be gentle though, you're still his beloved.

When it comes to positions, he doesn't mind experimenting around, but he prefers positions where he's the one in control. Which, with his strength, means any position is fine: you could be riding him and yet he'll be the one thrusting his hips upward and lifting you up and down.

Not a fan of restraints, neither on him nor on yourself, he prefers it when you can move freely.

Isn't a masochist but when you scratch his back because you're just so overwhelmed by the pleasure... it does something to him.

He might have a breeding kink but I won't elaborate on how I know this.

He doesn't talk a lot during sex, but he will give you a praise now and then, just to let you know you're doing well.

Sorry if you're into degradation but he just can't do that or dirty talking. You're his love at all times and that's what he'll call you.

He might also appreciate it if you praise him. Actually, he might actually sulk if you don't praise him, so be sure to tell him he was good. He knows of course, but he just likes to hear it from you.

Also, call him by his name. If you have some pet name for him he'll like it, but stuff like "sir" or "daddy" kinda makes him cringe. He much prefers the intimacy of his own name spilling from your lips as you reach your high.

@oceanicdispairx

[harmeu]

i see i see!! i was going to ask for rotmd characters (mayhaps jaha lee specifically...) pining and being whipped over you!! :O thank you so much heheh

I’ll Do Anything For You

  (Jaha Lee Being Pinned Over You)

(GN!Reader)

Tw: Cursing, blood

(Just did Jaha Lee cause I got lazy hope you don't mind)

It's a real mystery on how you got one of the strongest guys, Jahe Lee on a leash. For some reason anytime you request something from him he always accepts and does it. When you get hurt by someone you never ever hear or see that person again. 

(Scenario 1)

“My lord could you pass me the spoon?” You mumble softly sitting with the others, their faces paling.

“Are you insane? You're asking to get killed.” Seongtae mumbled.

“Just get it yourself before he stabs you with the fork.” Gunpyeong added on.

Jaha did give you the spoon with no hesitance or anger visible on his face. He seemed almost. 

Calm? 

The others' faces drop as you smile to yourself and drink some soup.

(Scenario 2)

You were playing with Jaha Lee’s hair, him not minding it one bit for some unknown reason and then all of a sudden as you brush it you accidentally pull on a tangle in his hair making his head jerk back.

Oh shit.

Hongshin spat out her water seeing the scene unfold and dipped running out the front doors.

You waited for the wrath of Jaha Lee but all of a sudden.

“Be more careful, okay?” He said with soft eyes patting his own head.

What's wrong with this guy? Is he going to anger management classes now or something?

(Scenario 3)

You were training with Jaha Lee and his swordsmanship was magnificent. As you tried to copy it you slipped and he caught you but sadly for you, your lips accidentally landed on his cheek.

How the hell does that even happen? You ask yourself millions of times, you're face going red in horror and embarrassment.

Seongtae Cha, seeing the scene happen, slammed into a tree trying not to laugh.

Why are there so many bystanders?

You wait to get yelled at or punched by Jaha but you're met with a..blush? 

“Watch where you're stepping next time okay?” He patted your head affectionately, making you flush.

(Scenario 4)

You got hurt. Your forehead was bleeding profusely because of a random bandit attack that you had no plan for. You walk back to the place holding your forehead in pain till you're met with Jaha Lee towering over you.

“Who did this to you?” A tone known to kill was evident in his voice making you flinch slightly.

“Just some bandits. I’m fine though see?” You give him a weak smile which he didn’t buy.

He picked you up and ran speeding inside placing you on a bed causing you to be dumbfounded.

“What's going on?” You say shocked.

“Rest and bandage yourself. I’m gonna find the fuckers who did this.” He vanishes in a blink.

What just happened?

(HAD TO ADD THE ICONIC "who did this to you?")

[yerrenica]

⋯ JAHA LEE x READER | to call a dog back home

⬦ info; pwp, the p is set up for the p?!?!, enemies to lovers speedrun, size kink, hookups, snow storms, dom/sub, associates with benefits?, fucking for warmth, petplay, vaginal sex, topping from the bottom, under-negotiated kink, voyeurism, handjobs.

⬦ wc; 6.8k

The only thing predictable about Jaha's life is its unpredictability, and it is this precise lack of predictability which has placed Jaha in this particular predicament.

Tell Mongrang to say that three times fast.

Everyone shivers as an angry gust of frigid air blows through their squad. That's something about the wind during this time of year, especially this far out, it blows right through you, cold and cruel like icy knives cutting into your very soul. Jaha had missed the snow during summer, but now he's not so sure. It's midday but the sun is already threatening to set, making it even colder. This far into the snow fields, death could come for anyone at any moment. 

Jaha had tasked himself with leading a team through the dregs of the country's badlands to retrieve something that should've never gotten this far in the first place. What sort of old coot decided to hide his most treasured sword in such a place was beyond him, and honestly, forming a grudge against him didn't seem too far-fetched at the moment.

To think that the geezer also did it while on his deathbed was absurd to Jaha. If you're going to die, then spend your last moments in comfort and warmth and save future generations the trips to icy wastelands.

But alas, what's done is done.

"Alright, it's official, we're lost," said one of their team members, Bitgaram, when they passed the fourth identical snow drift in a row, shaking snow from his hat. Fractured snowflakes collected on his hair and he futilely attempted to brush them away.

"Bitgaram, do you have anything useful to share or are you interested in losing your tongue today?" A raspy, cruel voice floated from somewhere behind Jaha and — ah, and there's the other thing. He's not the only one going after the treasure.

Usually, Jaha wouldn't mind too much (more carnage), even though he doesn't really get along with most other sword masters. But there is a particular brand of animosity between the two of them that Jaha finds a bit exciting, but also exhausting. They don't get along and neither plan to rectify that any time soon.

[Y/N] has spent their entire 3-day freezing expedition insulting him just to make sure of that fact. 

"Apologies, miss [Y/N]," Bitgaram seemed a bit nonplussed, a short stocky kind of man with a wiry moustache, he is one of [Y/N]'s because anyone under anyone else would surely piss themselves. The woman's soldiers held a healthy dose of fear for her, but throughout this outing, Jaha has come to understand that they also have a bit of a suicidal streak. You can only be threatened with bodily harm and mortal peril by your commanding officer so many times before you just stop giving a shit.

The fight itself had been pretty simple, just a group of unlucky swordsmen that'd gotten a little too cocky and refused to hand over the treasure. Jaha had retrieved the sword with some other trinkets from the big box of treasures, and [Y/N] had, well– massacred them.

She'd made quick work of the swordsmen, pushing furious waves of power through the snow.

Their own ranks were fine. Jaha's brothers had taken position above the field, hidden in the tree branches. Jaha's own skills kept him safe and all of [Y/N]'s soldiers were issued rubber soles after an unfortunate mass casualty incident.

The swordsmen, on the other hand, weren't so lucky.

Embarrassingly enough, the woman's shit personality and proclivity for violence was kind of doing it for Jaha, it always has. He supposes that this was a natural progression of his thoughts.

Earlier when they had surveyed the battlefield post-fight, the one [Y/N] had littered with mangled corpses, Jaha would be remiss if he didn't admit that it sparked something hot and heady in the pit of his stomach.

He pushes those thoughts from his mind, letting the icy wind take them away. Well, he makes his best attempt to. He's probably just getting brain damage from the cold. There cannot possibly be another reason that he doesn't want to wring her neck.

To be fair, he's always been a bit intrigued by her, sue him. She'd be right up Jaha's alley if it weren't for the fact they utterly despised each other.

Her tactics on the battlefield were impressive and her bias for extreme violence was just to Jaha's taste. She was also hot, objectively, in a purely work-appropriate observational way.

And then there was, of course, the avalanche.

"Miss [Y/N]!" Officer Occupational Hazard Bitgaram yelled as they trudged through the Northern mountains.

Everyone tensed as the woman swung around to see who exactly had sealed their fate, walking far faster than she should've been through knee-high snow before there was a deep rumbling from somewhere above.

"Take cover!" An angry avalanche set course for them.

Thick sheets of ice and snow threatened to sweep them away and consume them. The team dove to take cover behind trees, hands over their heads to make pockets in the snow in an attempt to save their lives.

Without thinking Jaha had grabbed the person closest to him and dragged them under an outcrop, watching as furious snow passed them by.

A smaller body pressed against him and Jaha subconsciously pulled them closer, burying their face in his chest. Whoever it is is freezing, all hard muscle, and smells good. A fraction of a second later, he realized that they were also tiny, and all of his hair was standing up from static electricity.

Oh shit. He tensed. He's dead.

In an attempt to pull away, his foot slid on a patch of covered ice and a twinge in his ankle made him stumble. Travelling in a group meant less time for his usual morning training. 

That was fine, Jaha thought. With a sound that felt a little too much like a yelp, he channelled his qi. Not the full thing, not all the way. It was too abrupt for him to do that. But it was enough to get blood to his muscles better.

Of course, that didn't make travelling within an avalanche any more pleasant. But at least it kept him from dying.

Ha. A mountain blizzard was a staggeringly vicious thing. He hadn't given that old coot enough credit. This was hard. But he supposes that's what the old man was striving for, to leave behind a legacy. To be remembered for generations to come.

To have been something.

It wasn't all bad, to exist for a purpose. A fixed point to move towards, the surroundings happily out of focus. Jaha had always known that. 

Or at least he did now.

"You'd have crawled into my lap back there if I'd let you, wouldn't you, Master Jaha?” The sounds of the party had been muted from wherever [Y/N] had pulled them to. Some abandoned corner of the building. It was huge, and there were a lot of those. This one had big curtains and wood that were obviously not installed with drunk sword masters in mind.

There was a hand up his shirt and one down his pants. Jaha swore. They were pressed close. Damp wood against his back. Whatever the woman was doing with her hands was making words form slowly, and even then only in fragments. 

Gods, he was sloshed. Seongtae had picked out a deadly slew of liquor for their victory lap.

"Drink a little too much?" [Y/N] asked.

Maybe. "Never."

He tried to coordinate his limbs to do something resembling reciprocity–he wanted to touch her, too–but he only ended up leaning his forehead against the other's hair. His vision swam as he watched his shirt be undone, hands tightening and loosening on black fabric. 

"You're so easy."

Was that true? Yeah, probably. A few drinks, a few murders. The music and food weren't half bad, and things were always so dull otherwise. Didn't he deserve this?

"Look at how simple it is to make you fall apart," [Y/N] had a giddy sort of sneer on. Jaha should say something.  

"Yes'ma'am," he hissed. He wasn't even sure what he'd chosen in reply, but that surprised laugh he got in response sounded mean and hot, so hot. God.

"Is this all I had to do to make you mind your manners? A drunk handjob?"

Jaha's hips jerked. Maybe. Okay, maybe.

"I prefer you like this," continued the woman, "Stay mindless next to me and maybe I'll keep you."

Jaha didn't want to be kept. That was not anything close to being in the script. This whole thing was just a stepping stone, conquer it and move on– oh, but he was close. 

Kept. His dick certainly liked how [Y/N] had phrased it. Maybe he did want that, just a little? His brain was soft and the woman was smiling up at him with eyes that promised something. Like waiting to reward him if he just–

"Uh– fuck," his brain couldn't keep up with his mouth, "Yeah. I'm, agh–"

"Good dog."

He didn't notice he had fallen asleep until something nudged him awake. It had all felt the same: when he opened his eyes he saw white and when he closed them he saw a slightly duller white. The cold was always there. But now it was different. There was someone there, too, against the bleached sky.

"No one could actually be this stupid."

Jaha saw himself move rather than felt it, but he realized dully that [Y/N]'s boot on his chest was the reason, "Get up."

"[Y/N]?" asked Jaha. It hurt to blink, so he kept his eyes shut, "Hi. What're you doing here?"

"Hi yourself," the woman frowned down at him. 

"How did you find me?" He had to be a mile or so from where he had left the others.

"The smell," she huffed, "I followed the smell of pure idiocy, and it led me here. Now get up," she repeated.

"Alright, yeah," said Jaha. It wasn't his idea to be hurled away by an avalanche and pass out, but at least it was [Y/N] who found him, and not the rest of the crew. It might be quicker this way, too.

"Did you not hear me?" came a sharp voice, "Jaha," it said sternly.

"What is it?"

"Stand up."

"...Am I not?"

He was not. It seemed he hadn't moved from the first time he had been instructed. Which was strange, because he definitely remembered doing so. But now that he was being hefted up, it struck him that this was completely different. 

Jaha looked back over his shoulder, towards the top of the mountain, "What about the others?"

"The others–?" The woman seemed to remember all at once what Jaha was talking about, "Forget about them."

"Huh– why?"

"What do you mean why? Because you're barely conscious," [Y/N] snapped, "There's a cave up ahead. I'm bringing you there."

Jaha scowled. He wanted to argue, to protest, but the words wouldn't form right through the clacking of his teeth.

The maw of the cave was sizable and opened wide onto the white. This must be why there had been a cliff in the first place. The howling immediately stopped as they crossed the threshold. Temperature-wise, there was not much of a difference. Being out of the wind, however, did go a long way. Jaha felt like the boulder resting on his lungs had been downgraded to a large rock.

"Well," began [Y/N] with a sigh. Jaha had been aware in a vague, through-water sort of way that he had graduated from leaning on the other to being dragged by her, "You've really outdone yourself this time."

He was deposited onto the floor. His vision swam between the blinks of his watery eyes. It was as he pondered the ceiling of the cave, slanted and pockmarked, that Jaha came to the conclusion that he must be lying on his back. There was a tickle in his throat that he couldn't dislodge with coughing. Thoughts came slowly. Irritability lingered.

"That's an ugly face you're pulling towards the one who just saved your life," said [Y/N] from somewhere next to him. 

The last cough left Jaha's chest like a growl. His head spun as if he were falling. Unable to get his bearings or discern where exactly [Y/N] was to glare at her, he rolled himself sideways and spoke with his cheek pressed to the pebble-laden floor.

This whole situation was too reminiscent of his past life.

"If you hadn't intervened, I would have been just fine," Jaha replied. Now that he was slowly regaining some small awareness of his body, he became aware of an acute pain in his temple. His knee was beginning to ache as well.

"Even for you, this is a new level of insanity," [Y/N] continued in a terse tone as if Jaha hadn't spoken. The ground crunched as she busied herself with something the man couldn't discern, "Be grateful that I deemed having you alive would be less work than dragging your dead body back to your subordinates."

There was a retort ready in Jaha's throat, but as footsteps approached, it became harder and harder to remember it. His field of view was overtaken by two boots, the snow on them melting. Then one disappeared from view, and there was a pressure on his chest as he was rolled over onto his back once more.

Many layers of clothes further numbed the sensations that were barely getting through to his body. Still, when [Y/N] threw a leg over him and sunk down to straddle Jaha's hips, he at least attempted to lift his head up.

There was no need. The back of his skull hit the ground immediately. His jaw was opened by one finger pressing into his canines, but then the other paused.

"You channelled your qi. Poorly, at that."

Jaha couldn't well answer with the way his mouth was being held open. 

"You did. There are burst blood vessels in your eyes," [Y/N] sneered as she used her thumb to pull down at the bottom of Jaha's eye. The man wanted to ask why it mattered. Before he could, though, something was poured into his mouth.

"Don't make a scene. Swallow it."

His mouth was held shut. Jaha breathed hard through his nose, clenched his teeth, glared fucking daggers. The woman wore an expression that suggested she might have been reading a particularly uninteresting field report. 

"Swallow," she repeated with an upward nod like it was only a matter of time before she got what she wanted. All Jaha's nerves seemed to come back online at once. He whined from behind closed lips.

It burned worse than Eastern alcohol on the way down. 

He understood then that his body had been on pause, and now everything was back online all at once. 

Feeling spread from his throat to his stomach and into his limbs. Now the threat of not freezing to death had passed, and every other pain sang to life in a horrible chorus.

He became aware that he was shivering– had he been so the entire time? Fatigue swept through him, worse than what he usually felt while training in his past life. His bones and teeth hurt. 

Jaha cursed as he sat himself up, coughing. His lungs took in stinging cold air but he couldn't even catch his breath. He watched as the woman walked back over to her knapsack and slipped a small bottle back into one of the many pockets. 

"What was that?" He wiped his chin. 

"You're overreacting. It was a warming vial."

Jaha's addled mind spun for a bit before he put meaning to the words. The little glass bottles parents gave their kids when playing in the snow. They'd place them in their pockets to keep their hands warm. He never questioned what they were filled with.

"You're not supposed to drink those, last I checked."

'Doesn't matter," [Y/N] shrugged, "You just did."

Being horizontal was suddenly very unappealing. Groaning, the man slid himself over to lean against the wall of the cave, far from the entrance. His mood was sour and just about everything that could hurt in his body did. He didn't typically mind pain much– but miscalculation stung more when he'd had to be rescued as a result.

"What about the others?" asked Jaha, dimly. 

"I told them to stay put."

"I hope we don't return to them frozen to death." He shifted his knee up and sucked in a pained breath. 

"Oh please," huffed [Y/N] at Jaha's bellyaching, "You aren't dead just yet."

The snow whirled outside without stopping. He felt almost like a stupid kid again. Playing out in the snow too long, getting scolded by his grandfather. The neighbourhood kids that'd stuff rocks into snowballs. Those bruises always took forever to stop aching.

Jaha watched in silence as [Y/N] built up a small fire. She took materials from the knapsack by the wall. It was one of the ones their crew had packed before setting out; she must have grabbed it before she came to find Jaha. 

"How do you even know about this place?" The man squinted, rubbing at his ribs.

"It might be your first time out here, but it isn't mine," replied the woman easily.

The fire, now lit, drew him in. Jaha shifted closer to be nearer, ignoring the way [Y/N] stopped to scoff. Even the sound of the wood popping under the heat felt good.

From a rock near the entrance, [Y/N] looked out at the storm, "We'll stay to wait out the worst of this. I doubt it'll last longer than the night," she paused for a moment, "And Master Jaha..."

Jaha groaned in acknowledgement. His eyes were closing.

"The next time you decide to face a natural disaster, be honest about your limits," her voice seemingly softened, but Jaha brushed it off as just him being tired and hearing things.

"I won't know them until I find them," mumbled the man, "And like you said, I'm not dead just yet."

"We don't happen to have some chicken noodle soup stuffed in that pack, do we?" groaned Jaha haplessly. Sometime between falling asleep and the sun setting, lying down had become appealing again. Sometime between lying down becoming appealing again and now, a ratty blanket had been placed underneath him.

"I've got another warming vial if you'd like," said [Y/N]. 

Jaha pursed his lips, sulking.

"Then stop complaining."

[Y/N] was still sitting where she had been when Jaha slipped out of consciousness, the only difference being now she was whittling something. Her hands moved slowly, but the tiny pile of wood shavings next to her suggested she'd been at it for some time. It was too small for Jaha to see from where he lay.

Next to him, the fire was still going, but growing weak. It left a stark desire for warmth in its embers. The woman had already informed him that there had only been enough materials for one in the pack. Once this was gone, he'd go back to devoting half of his thoughts to craving any sort of warmth.

"So you've been to this place before?" Jaha asked. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Did you mean the village near this place?"

[Y/N] hummed, along with a sigh, "Yes. It was part of my training growing up."

Training all the way out here while growing up? Suddenly, her attitude made sense to Jaha. After all, these mountains served as a place for outcasts to gather.

"This is the middle of nowhere," Jaha paused, "Do they have running water?

"I would hope so. There may be some rejects who forgo hygiene but I'd like to believe most are in the habit of bathing."

"A hot bath sounds good. Do you like baths?"

"Occasionally. Not for such juvenile purposes as relying on it to warm myself," she eyed Jaha in mock ridicule.

"Well, once we make it there, we can share one."

The small sound of scraping wood and the ever-present wind was all that could be heard for some time.

"You really don't feel cold?" Jaha said after a moment, turning his head slightly, "Not at all?"

"No," said [Y/N] to the blizzard, "Not at all."

The man blinked. The whirl behind [Y/N]'s silhouette seemed as if they were going to catch on her figure and swallow her. Like between this fluttering closure of his eyelids and the next, Jaha would find himself alone. He wondered why she had come. Responsibility as a teammate was the most sensible answer. But the martial masters didn't really rely on such routine ways of thinking. So why not just leave him to die in the snow? 

Nothing [Y/N] did was without some sort of contradiction, Jaha had realized.

"I don't believe you."

At this, the woman turned. They held each other's gaze for a moment. Jaha's chest panged with how much he wished her closer. If the situation were different, he'd say some nonsense and suggest so. That worked about half the time if his math was correct.

[Y/N] did make to move, though not towards Jaha. She placed down what she had in her hands and stood, slowly. 

"My subordinates would hardly hold me in their high graces if something like the cold could deter me from my goals."

Jaha wondered, was that a jab at him?

She worked at the neckline of her cloak for a moment. Jaha didn't understand what she was attempting to do until suddenly her cloak dropped to the ground and she stood in clothes unsuited for the temperature.

Jaha's heart jogged in his chest as if on instinct. His head still pounded, but he knew how it felt to touch that body and his palms itched. 

"What're you…"

"You're cold, aren't you?" She asked as she bent over to pull off her boots, "The fire's almost died out, after all."

Jaha kept quiet, tracing her movements with his eyes.

His mannerisms made her scoff, "Stop gawking. As if this is something I haven't shown you before."

As if there were anywhere else to look.

Thumbs hooked over the waistband, pulling her pants off. She pushed both it and her underwear down in one motion, before tossing them to the side carelessly. Then she stood there, watching Jaha watch her. All of her. Every piece. There was a mild amusement in her eyes.

Jaha stared directly at that form, but it was like trying to focus on an aftereffect. Everything was reflected through that hue. The hair that ghosted the base of her neck, the dip of her shoulders, her breasts, her tummy, the ever so slight flare of hips, the curve of the back of her legs. 

It was true, Jaha had seen her body before. But had always been denied the opportunity to take it in. Always so rough and fast and hard. Frantic. Now, there was quiet. Not calm, but something like a perversion of it. And [Y/N] looked, against the cragged rockface really, truly, exactly like a deity.

"Something you want to say?" [Y/N]'s eyes stayed locked onto Jaha's. At that, he couldn't hold it, and looked away, earning an amused scoff.

"You're a real petty piece of work, you know?" Jaha said tersely, mostly to distract himself from how he could feel his dick stirring. Even looking away, the thoughts flowed into his brain like sewage.

"Hmm?" Her lips quirked up into something that resembled a smirk, "Here I was hoping you'd be grateful."

Jaha scoffed quietly, observing as she approached him.

"I wonder," said Jaha. [Y/N] was kneeling in front of him before moving to straddle him, looking vaguely interested, but not really, "Will the others really be alright?"

"They'll figure something out," [Y/N] replied, "They can huddle for warmth if anything."

Warmth. Pressed up against a solid, beating thing. Images had washed over his mind in that instant. The woman was like a conduit for heat. It always began cold whenever they slept together and slid into something warmer.

He must have been staring because [Y/N] had a strange expression on her face.

"What?" asked she.

"No, it's nothing."

There was a slight pressure on his cheek. He felt soft, malleable. He realized [Y/N] had his face cupped in one hand, "Not getting ideas, are we, Master Jaha?"

He had been until this touch had stopped everything short.

"Not at all."

"Don't lie to me."

The promise of being done with this terrible feeling, even for a moment, was too strong. He knew he was going to lose this fight. 

"[Y/N]," he began. The only thing he could hear was his own harsh breathing.

"What?"

There had been words he wanted to say. Something to articulate. But all that he managed was, "M'cold."

"I know," there was a small pleasure in it, "That's why I'm here."

Jaha's eyes looked her up and down.

"What do you need?"

He felt like he was stuck underneath a frozen lake. Losing without putting up a fight. She wouldn't tell anyone, would she? 

"You."

The hand holding Jaha's face dropped away, "But I can't keep you warm for long." 

He understood what was going on. That he was being baited. But if he did as he was told and laid a hand on the bare body before him now…

…he could slip his hands to lay on either side of [Y/N]'s neck. He might slide them lower then, down her shoulders, to her elbows. Press at her ribcage, and move back up. Jaha may squeeze at that chest.

And yet...

[Y/N] raised her eyebrows. A small tilt of her head, "No? You're getting cold feet now?"

"I can't tell if this is what you want," Jaha managed to reply, his mouth fuzzy, “My head… kind of hurts."

"Then you don't have to think. Isn't that what you've always done, anyway?"

Heedless instances and red flashes and split-second decisions. Impulse and action were what made him up. Yeah, it was what he had always done. 

"Go on. Lead with your hands," said she, "Lean towards what you think will warm you up."

Jaha reached out. It felt like it took years for the gap between their bodies to end in a small point of contact. Just the flat of Jaha's hand on the base of [Y/N]'s neck. Thumb at the corner of her jaw. 

As if it were the easiest thing in the world, the woman shifted in Jaha's lap. So little work for so much reward. The pressure of her body was proof that sensations other than cold existed. Bare legs on either side of his hips, [Y/N] sat for a spell, watching. That hand was still resting on his neck. She narrowed her eyes and nudged it.

"Is this all you want to touch, Master Jaha?"

His cheeks burned, though he didn't know why. They'd done this before, and every time Jaha was always overeager. 

"I've already given you permission," said [Y/N] complacently, "Do whatever you want to me," She grabbed Jaha's hand and brought it to squeeze her breast, "After all, you're a stupid dog. You can't help yourself."

His dick jumped. More bait, he thought dully, but pride was much harder to touch than [Y/N]'s skin. And shame couldn't be all that bad if it set his nerves alight like this. Jaha kissed the last bit of his senses away. 

It wasn't all that difficult afterwards to pull her closer. He panted against that tongue and whimpered at the bites on his lips. Hands rested on his shoulders, bunching in the fur of his collar. With nothing of his own to hang on to, Jaha held tight to the skin on the back of [Y/N]'s upper arm, the base of her spine, her hips. His hands felt clumsy, without purchase.

"Tell me what you're thinking."

[Y/N]'s hand in his hair tightened into a fist and settled Jaha's head back against the wall. He was trying to breathe through his nose so that the air wouldn't feel as cold.

"I– I–" Fuck. His mind was slipping into those soft, easy places. He wanted the simple shame badly. Sit. Stay. Roll over. 

"I need you to tell me I'm a good boy."

It should be something admitted through clenched teeth, a bitten-off confession wrenched from him by force. But Jaha knew how good it could feel, and he also knew [Y/N]'s bored eyes would grow that much sharper at how ineptly it tumbled from his tongue.

Fingers were at his neck. They rested just below his jawline and sprouted a fire there, like everywhere else that [Y/N] touched. Those hands weren't hot, or even warm, so there must really be something wrong with Jaha's head. A thumb trailed up to press into the hollow beneath his bottom lip while the other fingers curled beneath his chin. Jaha's mouth hung open in small breaths.

"And are you?"

"Yeah."

[Y/N] cupped him through his pants, "You are? You're not a mutt with nothing in his brain but when he can next get his dick wet?" 

He winced but managed to hold their eye contact. He wanted to earn this, "No— I'll be your good boy. Really good for you. Please."

"Haha," [Y/N] sat back, "Haha! Is there anything you won't do? Would you splay your stomach for me?"

Jaha nodded until he was sure he'd pulled something in his neck. 

"Show me just how good you can be," breathed the woman. She released her hold on Jaha and sat back, "Get yourself off."

If there was still such a thing as shame in this little world they'd trapped themselves in, then maybe Jaha would have hesitated before fumbling out of his pants. 

[Y/N] seemed to remember something, and only deigned to move from her position in the man's lap to root through the knapsack again. She threw a small vial at Jaha before sitting right back down.

Regular oil. [Y/N] had used it to wet the tinder for the fire earlier. 

He unfastened his pants and slid them down his thighs just enough to free his dick. He then tipped the oil into his palm and started to stroke himself.

It hurt, his hands shook, but the friction felt good. The impulse to shutter his eyes nearly won out–but he wanted to be seen. To perform well and do as he was told bore the risk of reward. If the woman was feeling generous. 

There was a chance Jaha would be delegated to finishing in his own hand with nothing so much as another touch from [Y/N]. Just a bored look and a mildly amused, pitying expression; Jaha had seen it before. It didn't matter, not really. There was heat in being the subject of such strict attention.

"Is this how you treat yourself when you think of me?"

"Yes," Jaha was distantly surprised at how desperate his voice sounded. 

"Go on, keep talking. You wouldn't want me to lose interest."

"I think of our fights, the way you hit me."

"A dog who likes being disciplined."

"It's so hard to find someone who's able to keep up," Jaha twisted his wrist. He swore he saw real contempt pass over [Y/N]'s features, "You fight me like you really– hah –want to kill me.

"But I also," Jaha swallowed, "I really like when I can throw you off balance. And you give me that look like you're impressed with me."

"How honest."

"Ha… a nice break from all the treachery at Gangho, right?"

"Yes, but a mind as empty as yours can't contain shame. A mindless, pretty, obedient boy."

Jaha's hand stuttered for a moment on the upstroke. He pressed a thumb into the head of his cock to keep from coming right then.

"Maybe I'll reward you," the woman hummed for a moment. Her eyes raked over Jaha's body. He was the one with all his clothes on, but he felt seen through. 

His wrist was swatted away as the woman took Jaha's cock into her own hand. And unlike Jaha, she set a much faster pace. 

He didn't know how often they'd fucked. There were too many instances of a fight becoming something more, or an ill-advised dare between them, to count it properly. Still, they hadn't been at this all that long. And yet [Y/N] knew exactly what touches shook Jaha out of his mind with pleasure. His brain went white like the storm outside.

"Stay," instructed she. Jaha's hands bunched in the blanket underneath him. 

He had to be good. He had to be good because if he wasn't, then [Y/N] would stop, leave him here. No use for a defunct weapon, a disobedient dog. He felt like he could cry. The brief brush of a nail against the underside of his cock, the way the heel of the woman's hand pressed into the head.

"God, [Y/N], Please, please, please–"

The touch vanished. Jaha buckled forward with a strangled sound. His hands flew to [Y/N]'s shoulders, his head rested against her neck. His shaking arms wrapped around her. His chest heaved. 

"You can show discipline when you want to," a pitying hand carded through the hair at the nape of his neck, "Or is it only just for me?"

Yes, for you. Jaha wanted to say. No one else has ever been able to do this to me. I'm stuck with you.

"Please," Jaha swallowed, "Please."

"I don't know what you're begging for," said [Y/N], nonchalantly, "Tell me what you want, dog."

"I want to be inside you. Where it's warm."

"I've already given you my whole body. You still want more?"

He didn't know how he'd ever stop wanting more.

"Yes."

"Hm. And you'll be good?"

"Yeah. Promise."

[Y/N] pushed him back. With efficiency, she splayed herself out on the blanket, leaving Jaha to do his best to situate himself. The woman waited as Jaha stumbled out of his pants. Then he shifted until he was on top of her. His cloak covered most of their bodies. It gave the whole thing a bit of modesty, and even though there was no one but them, Jaha didn't want anyone to see how she let herself be touched by him.

He brought a shaking hand down [Y/N]'s stomach, down to between her legs. 

"You're wet," Jaha realized happily. 

"Yeah," [Y/N]'s eyes lidded, "And I can see your tail wagging."

Jaha had wanted to be asked, to be guided through, but he didn't need to be asked twice. He lifted up [Y/N]'s hips to position himself. He spread her legs apart, and the woman just allowed him to, limp and expectant. Jaha let one leg rest just over his shoulder. 

And then he couldn't wait anymore. He pushed himself inside with a sigh. Perfect and tight and warm. 

"Not just anyone would do this for you, you know," said [Y/N] from under him. 

"I know," Jaha nodded as he began to move. Nothing, not the fire, or the draught or anything had felt as good as this. 

He dipped his head and kissed the woman's neck. As he sped up it became sloppier until he was panting open-mouthed against the skin. There was so much sensation after hours of nothing. [Y/N] safe underneath him and Jaha safe in her hands. Everything else seemed small in the light of these facts. Being of service. Doing what he was told.

"How does it feel?" asked [Y/N]. As tight as Jaha was holding her, she didn't cling back. It wasn't uncommon to spot this detached look in her eyes, though Jaha never knew exactly what to do with it. 

He settled for being earnest. It pushed its way past what little else was in his mind, "So good, thank you–"

There was a pressure building near the base of his spine, his stomach. Jaha was well aware he was close. But if he finished now, then she would move away again. He'd be without anything to grasp. And then what? Worse, getting himself off first felt selfish. He should take care of [Y/N] first, shouldn't he?

It must have shown on his face because [Y/N] spoke. 

"Slow down."

Jaha whined. He wanted to. Only it was impossible, it had to be. But that's what he'd been told. Commanded. Somehow, his hips slowed and stopped. 

A hand came to rest at his jaw. [Y/N] looked so composed, and Jaha felt ruined. But the woman's eyes were so pretty. They narrowed in a small laugh. 

"Good boy, Jaha."

His heart skipped. His hips moved on their own. 

"Sorry–"

"Oh, you do like it. No one calls you that anymore, do they?" He was being teased, but there seemed to be something more behind the words. Like she was happy to have this knowledge. And Jaha knew, somehow, that she'd hold it safe. 

"Do you miss it?" A thumb over his cheek, "Does it make you feel whole again?"

"Yes," Everything felt raw and real. His heart was flayed and pumping hot blood. He wanted to move, needed to move.

[Y/N] did so first. She rolled her hips down and before long Jaha was meeting her. They found a rhythm easier than usual. The usual was claws and teeth and grasping onto whatever they could. Here, Jaha had given up the reins. Heat swelled up between them. 

It was so soft and so warm. Jaha drove himself over and over and over into that heat, watching the way the skin of the woman's stomach buckled and moved.

He looked up, perhaps meaning to say something, but was distracted by the look he found on [Y/N]'s face. How empty it appeared at that moment. Their eyes met, but the woman only blinked.

Jaha wanted to bury himself inside. Would that draw out a reaction? Not just fucking, or fighting, but to live underneath that skin. There, he'd never be cold again, he was sure. How could he be, with someone to guide him from the storm?

Small hands went to grab the back of Jaha's arm, and that was all the warning he received before [Y/N] tightened around him. The minute movements in her expression, the clenching of her jaw, the too-fast blink of her eyelids. Jaha watched it all. The woman looked, for the first time since she had stripped herself, vulnerable. 

He should stop. Jaha knew well how [Y/N] must feel right now, oversensitive and spent. But there it was; the urge to gorge himself on it. [Y/N]'s ankle behind his back pulled him closer. If he didn't stop at this moment, he knew he was not going to be able to. 

"I–"

"Go on."

He thought he heard a sob, and then realized it must have been his own voice. A shudder wracked his body as he came–but shuddering from something other than cold felt so good. 

It hurt dully when he collapsed to the side. The blanket really was not very thick at all. As if on impulse, he gathered her up in his arms and pressed her bare body close. Jaha worried for a moment that it was going to earn him a smack, but it was only the cloak being pulled over both of them. The sounds of the blizzard filtered back to the forefront. Then there was oblivion inside, as there was outside.

The other team members were fine, only nearly cried when they saw the two of them return safe and sound. Whatever paperwork it would have been for [Y/N] if a few of them died under her watch, it would've probably been leagues worse if she and Jaha had died instead.

The village, when they finally reached it, was more elaborate than Jaha had expected. They had only lost half a day to travel, and with a clear weather report for the next few days, they should be able to make it on time.

That night, Jaha knocked on the door to [Y/N]'s suite. A maid opened it. Her forearms were damp and she had a wood bucket in her hand. She dismissed herself with a bow.

"So," Jaha said, taking a seat on the bed, "About that bath offer."

[Y/N] didn't look up. She was in front of the bathroom sink, undressing. Jaha walked up behind her and untucked her shirt. 

"It was you who offered if I recall correctly," [Y/N] said to the mirror.

"Yeah, but your bathroom's bigger. Perks of being a little more renowned than me."

"A little?"

The shirt fell to the tiled floor. [Y/N] turned to face him. Around her neck, she wore a necklace.

"Is this new?" He touched it with one hand, "I've never seen you wear it before."

It was long and wooden. He could see the lines of precise carvings on it. 

"Yeah," [Y/N] brought it to her lips, "Want to hear it?"

The sound was faint, high-pitched. It was made to echo off trees and call well-trained pups back home.

A dog whistle.

© yeri (@yerrenica) ⬦ do not repost, copy, translate, nothing. huhu, I've been gone for too long again, my baadd..... I have to posture here, though, that you can use oil (olive/canola/etc) as a way to wet tinder for fire. and if you didn't know, olive oil was historically used as lube. It's important to me to tell you that I didn't bs that.

[jahascouch]

Springtime Inn || Excerpts of their daily life [Jaha Lee x GN!Reader]

Extra can be found here.

You were happily eating noodles at the Springtime Inn. Hearing that Jang Deuksoo had concocted up some new recipe for his noodles, you had quickly finished up your work at the Black Rabbit Sect to try it. Anything the man created felt like heaven for anyone’s taste buds.

“So, how is it?” Jang Deuksoo asked you from behind the counter, smiling at how much you seemed to enjoy the noodles. The new recipe made the noodles much softer yet thicker, and it absorbed flavor from the seasonings which made it much more enjoyable.

Before you could gush about how amazing the noodles were, the door opened. The bell jingled miserably (someone should get a new one - the bell was old and rusty), signaling a new customer entered the warm establishment. You didn’t pay too much mind, seeing as how it would be normal for the Inn to have customers. That was, until the said customer decided to sit in front of you.

“[Y/N],” A familiar voice greeted you. A quick look up from your bowl of noodles showed that the Sect Leader decided to sit in front of you. Misery. You felt exactly like the rusty old bell on the front door.

“Sect leader,” You greeted with a monotone voice, not exactly hiding your disdain at the clear reminder of work. Though, Jaha Lee didn’t seem to mind your soured face. In fact, he looked like he enjoyed seeing the faces of his sect members when they were reminded that they should be training instead of taking time off. With a sigh, you continued the conversation with a quick question, “what are you doing here?”

Jaha stared at you for a few moments, seemingly observing your face, before answering your question in a nonchalant tone. “Am I not allowed to be a customer at the Springtime Inn? Jang Deuksoo works under me, you know. The Hao Clan.”

Darn. You forgot about that part. The sect leader owned practically all of Ilyang, and you couldn’t exactly walk around the place without seeing the impacts of his work. Well, you did commend him for his train of thinking: Ilyang was less of a red district and more of a street food festival. Grumbling, you didn’t have any other words to give your leader and instead continued to (spitefully) eat your noodles.

Jaha didn’t mind your sudden silence, instead looking at Jang Deuksoo to loudly order a meal. He wanted what you were having - the new recipe. Jang Deuksoo tried to smile and lie that you were having a regular noodle bowl, the one Jaha usually had, but somehow Jaha noticed that you were having something he hadn’t tried yet. You wondered how he realized, when all that changed was the thickness of the noodles.

After he ordered, Jaha turned back to you and, being the chatty man that he is, continued to talk, “I’d also like to ask you the same question, [Y/N], what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to avoid seeing you and seeing work,” you answered honestly, continuing to loudly slurp up the noodles in front of him. You liked seeing the slight twitch of his eye, jealous that he can’t do so at the current moment. Besides that, his response to your answer was surprising, as he let out a small chuckle. He crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair, replying quickly, “It looks like that fell through.”

Rolling your eyes, you nodded, “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately? I’m paying for your meal,” Jaha spoke with a raised eyebrow, looking at you with a glint of amusement at your attitude. He watched you quickly switch up your attitude - a whole 180 to the one you had initially.

“Ohh, sect leader! Thank you so much, I looove working at the sect!”

He cringed.

“Stop it.”

“I loooove training with you, sect leader! You’re my favourite!”

“[Y/N]-”

“Kisses, hugs!”

Jaha cringed even more, his face contorting into one of disgust. He had to resort to something to get you to stop. Finally, he said, “If you keep this up, I won’t pay anymore.”

You quickly went back to your attitude in the beginning, though now with a smug smile. You liked seeing him cringe, though it was very rare to see it (Jaha only really cringed when Seongtae was boasting about his sword skills). After a few minutes, Jang Deuksoo placed the bowl in front of Jaha with a grin, and went back into the kitchen as he usually did.

You watched as Jaha took the chopsticks next to him and slowly began to slurp the noodles. It seemed like he was inspecting the taste and texture of the noodles. Then, a few moments of uncomfortable silence passed by, before you asked, “…well? What do you think?”

Jaha raised an eyebrow at your strange nervousness. He wondered why you wanted to know his opinion of the noodles really terribly. He quipped, “You’re not the one who made the noodles. Why are you the one asking?”

“…I just wanted to make small talk!” You huffed, placing your chopsticks on the bowl and raising your hands in a ‘what the hell, man?’ sort of gesture. Jaha chuckled at your antics, before answering your previous question, “It’s good. The new texture of the noodles makes it so that the soup seeps in quickly.”

Oh. You didn’t expect him to notice, either. Of course, you, as a self-proclaimed food connoisseur, noticed right away - but this was a new development. Letting out a small smile, you tilt your head and replied, “I didn’t expect you to notice.”

“Of course I did, I like food,” He answered quickly.

“I do as well!”

Jaha nodded as if approving of you, and finally being proud of one of his sect members. He also gave you a small smile, before he spoke, “Then it makes sense that you’re one of my subordinates, then. We should go out to eat more often.”

You answered quickly, a bright smile on your face as you leaned in closer, “I’d love to, as long as you paid!”

“…”

(He did end up paying for your food every time you went out, much to his chagrin (internally, he enjoyed spoiling you).)

[jahascouch]

Springtime Inn Extra || Excerpts of their daily life [Jaha Lee x GN!Reader]

Extra for this story. Also wrote this quickly, so it's not beta'd 😔

Jaha Lee was a lot more pleased with his and [Y/N]’s shared interests than he thought. He found himself often thinking about food he’d like to try out with them, which, while the food thing was quite normal, he never thought of them like that previously. Additionally, he never actually thought about food too much before, either. It used to always be about training and protecting the weak, not having food on his mind at all.

Letting out a grumble, he continued to sit under the plum blossom tree, cultivating his qi. Jaha knew that [Y/N] would always seek him out in this area, as he was always here when he wasn’t out on a personal mission. His eyes snapped open when he heard light footsteps approaching him, heart beating strangely quick. Maybe it was them. He could only subconsciously hope.

…

That hope was quickly dashed when he saw Hongshin approaching him. It seemed that the observant general noticed his soured face, and innocently tilted her head at his pouting.

“Great brother, are you okay?” She asked once she was at a closer distance to him. He grumbled out in response. Hongshin wondered why he was oddly sulky, though there was a famous statement circulating within their sect: ‘Who knew what the sect leader was thinking?’ And she is often reminded that truer words have never been spoken.

“I’m fine,” Jaha spoke, his tone coming out much harsher than intended. However, Hongshin felt chills go through her spine - he hasn’t used that kind of tone with her since they first met, and it brought flashbacks to when they fought and he drugged her (she’d rather not remember it at all).

Hongshin gave an awkward smile, before hesitantly asking, “I just wanted to know why you’ve been going out so much…”

At this, Jaha’s annoyance quickly dissipated, answering the question like how he normally would: in a monotone and nonchalant voice, “I go out to eat.”

“Well, yes, but… A lot more than usual…”

That was true. While Jaha did go out a lot unannounced, there were also many days where he just sat in the sect and trained himself and his subordinates. Lately, however, and it was usually after the usual work hours, he would go out and reason that it was for a stroll. More often than not, he’d come back to the sect after a few hours.

In the beginning, no one batted an eye; he was the sect leader, and him going out like that was normal. However, it had already been a few weeks, and this became a regular, everyday occurrence; so much so, that the generals and even sect members were beginning to suspect something.

“I’ve been trying out the new foods in Ilyang,” Jaha responded after a few moments of uncomfortable (well, uncomfortable for Hongshin) silence.

Just then, another pair of footsteps approached them, though stopping at a considerable distance. Because of their keen observation skills, Hongshin and Jaha’s heads snapped over to the source. It was [Y/N], about to approach Jaha with a bag of takeout they got. It seemed like they noticed Hongshin and Jaha talking to one another, as they suddenly stopped. Under the leader and the general’s gaze, they shuffled their feet uncomfortably.

“[Y/N],” Jaha called out, motioning for them to come closer. And they did. His eyes darted to the bag, then back to his subordinate, indicating that he was curious as to what was inside.

Noticing this, [Y/N] quickly snapped out of their stupor, smiled and placed the bag on his lap. They answered, “I accidentally got more food than intended, since… well, I usually order for two, as you know.”

They gave a small smile to Sister Monkey in a quick greeting, then quickly scurried off again. Jaha quietly opened up the bag, Hongshin watching him. His eyes seemed to grow fonder as he looked at the contents inside: it was his favorite, Pork Bone Broth. There was a note on top of the container of the soup, and it read:

‘Hey! I ordered two and I wondered if I could eat it with you for dinner, like usual. Meet up with me later at the rooftop?’

Hongshin watched as Jaha’s entire demeanor brightened up, his back straightening as he had a wide, stupid grin on his face. She was curious, so she asked, “What’s inside?”

“Food. My favorite.”

[jahascouch]

Cooking || Excerpts of their daily life [Jaha Lee x GN!Reader]

You frowned, watching him - Jaha Lee - struggle to cook. He was dancing around the kitchen, knowingly adding in random spices and mixing them around in a wok. Yes, he looked skilful, and yes, you'd admit he looked hot wearing an apron, but the scent that emanated from the wok was actually horrid.

The scent of random spices and chicken broth filled the kitchen. It was spicy, yet somehow sweet and bitter at the same time. You know this wasn't going to end well for you, since you were the one who naively agreed to be his taste tester.

"Jaha... I think that's enough spices," You spoke, your hands clammy and your voice slightly shaking. You worried for your stomach later on. This was then that you resolved that Jaha would have to pay for both physical and emotional damages later on.

Jaha gave you a small smile, one you'd normally welcome (you didn't today), as he replied to you, "You can never have enough spices, [Y/N]."

"Yes, you can."

You looked at the amount of shakers and spices that were lined up on the kitchen counter, and you internally cursed the cooks for having so many on this specific occasion. He really was just pouring whatever was closest to him into the dish and hoping it turned out well. Actually, hope was a strong word. Jaha Lee knew that he was a horrible cook, which is why he took on martial arts instead. But he also wanted you to try his cooking at least once, even if you'd end up passing out from the taste alone.

You spoke up again, "I am going to die if you add too many spices like that into the broth."

"Then I'll just add more water if it's too much for you," Jaha told you, as if that would help the dish. Maybe somewhat, as it would dull the taste, and maybe you wouldn't die as hard.

Despite you thinking it was a good idea to dull the taste of the broth, you grimaced, "That's actually so gross."

Jaha shrugged, before continuing his task of making the dish taste as horribly as possible. By the way he smirked at the wok, you were sure he was doing this on purpose. Though you didn't say anything more and just watched him do as he wanted in the kitchen.

Soon enough, he was done. He even took the effort of plating the damn dish (as if it would help with the taste). Jaha served it in front of you with a grin. You looked at it in slight horror, seeing the broth still bubbling and the spices not even properly mixing in with the soup. You swore to yourself that Jaha made a new type of acid, rather than soup.

"Enjoy," He said, enjoying your expression. It looked like you ate a sour lemon, and he loved it.

You grumbled, shakily picking up the spoon, "I won't."

After a few moments of internally hyping yourself up, you shoved the soup into your mouth.

...

Yep, it was horrible. It would've been better if he diluted it with tap water. You also wondered how he was able to create a punch in a bowl, where the flavour came after you swallowed the soup.

On that day, your body learned that it hated Jaha Lee's cooking, and you were also a few nyangs richer.

[blue-howlite]

Being Jaha Lee's significant other headcanons.

You being in a relationship with this walking menace but it's his second life.

Author note: I just want to awaken the Jaha Lee simps out there, I need someone to talk about him and simps are the best when it comes to talking about fictional characters.

So, in a way or the other you ended up in a relationship with this absolute menace. Good luck.

Because he has the habit of killing people just because he feels like that, so you either don't care about it or you'll have to always be vigilant to save people.

Aside from that, let's imagine the actual relationship.

First of all: he confessed before you.

I can imagine it as a completely normal day, you're doing your own thing, then he comes up to you and just asks you "Will you be my lover?"

He might add some romanticism to it, maybe praising something about you but if he does it's probably going to be about the way you fight.

"The way you knocked out that guy the other day, your movements and precision... Pure art."

"Sir, I literally smashed a vase against his head."

"Yes, and it was beautiful."

or

"Your blood-covered figure after killing those men... I thought an actual demon finally descended in this world."

"...is that a compliment or...?"

"What else?"

Now, he got himself a lover, you.

He knows he's better than everyone there so he doesn't worry if you give other people attention.

So he doesn't get jealous. Actually, he would probably think that it's good for others to be around you, because if you have a good influence on him you will surely he a good influence on them.

But is he possessive?

Abso-fuckin-lutely.

He will have public displays of affection with you at any given time. It's something between showing you off and showing others that you're his.

If someone else touches you, they're losing a limb. He wants people to respect you the same way they respect him. Only his commanders and his "siblings" can touch you in a friendly way, because he respects them and trusts them enough.

Not Sungtae tho. He gets drop kicked if he tries anything funny with you or makes you slightly uncomfortable. Unless you want to be friends with him, which Jaha Lee will disapprove of but won't stop, Sungtae better keep his distance.

Except for the ones mentioned above, every other subordinate risks to lose their hand. Because of how hard it is for you to keep Lee at bay and remind him that his subordinates need their hands, everyone respects you and kind of fears you.

"I'm cutting his arm off."

"Jaha Lee, no."

"His hand?"

"No, he needs it to hold his weapon, remember?"

"What about a finger? He doesn't need all the fingers for that. I'm sure he can fight-"

"You're not cutting anything."

"..."

"..."

"...not even the tip of his pinky?"

He loves cuddling. No I won't elaborate on why or how I know this.

He loves to just lay down, rest his head on your lap, wrap his arms around your waist and feel you. Bonus if you pet his head or play with his hair, he'll be in paradise and will name a new technique after you.

Most of the time you're cuddling he'll let you spoil him.

But sometimes he won't.

He'll get grumpy for something (maybe you didn't let him kill someone he really wanted to kill) and is just sulking, ignoring you.

Come one he's a big baby we know that.

Anyway he becomes cold and grumpy, if you ask to cuddle he'll just ignore you. In general he won't let you close.

But he can only last for a while without you.

He'll come back to you, but still grumpy and instead of asking you for cuddles as his lover he'll command you to cuddle him as his subordinate.

He gets over it after the first twenty seconds you agree.

Pet names? He probably gives you the weirdest ones ever existed but when he explains them to you they are actually very sweet.

"My sheath"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's because even when I'm covered in blood and my purpose is accomplished, you still embrace me and put me to rest."

"Oh."

Also food names are on the table, because you give him energy. And he likes food. AND he likes you.

If he takes you along when he goes to fight it's because he knows you can handle the situation, otherwise he leaves you with someone to guard you.

Bonus for all the haphephobic people out there.

I'm not haphephobic even though I don't like people just coming and touching or hugging me. Like there are literally two people that can touch me any time and one that is some times ok and some times not. But normally I just flinch away the moment someone touches me.

If you don't like or you even fear physical contact, he will have a hard time with that. He will try to make you accept his affection and cuddles, but if it doesn't work then he'll just give up and find other ways to enjoy your company.

If you like reading he will ask you to read to him.

You like singing? That's great, he likes listening.

In general he will use any hobby you have as a way to spend time together.

Also now anyone that touches you is dead. Even a slight nudge can mean a death sentence.

When you two are together he'll make sure everyone keeps their distance and if someone gets too close he'll just shove them aside.

[harmeu]

heheh could i ask for kissing hcs with rotmd characters? i haven’t stopped rereading the pining one T-T THANK YOUUU

      Mwah

(GN!Reader)

Jaha Lee: 

VERY CLINGY

This guy will usually come behind you and then hug you with his arms wrapped around your waist kissing your head

He’ll grab your face with one hand and kiss your lips too

He doesn’t care if he’s in public or not, you're probably still going to get a kiss from him.

Neck kissessss <3333

Sometimes he gets carried away and the next minute you're in his room.

Kissing the back of your neck when your not giving him attention

He’ll literally kiss you at least 30 times each hour 

HE LOVES YOU

Mongrang:

(This man will cheat on you bffr but let's not imagine that)

Forehead kissessss

Picks you up bridal style and kisses you as if you were in a disney movie or something

He’s always tryna get spicy with you..

Kisses on the wrist and hand kisses to get your attention <33

Hands on your waist and small pecks on the lips

Oh when your sitting down he’ll sit behind you and lean his head on your shoulder giving you neck kisses

Won’t hesitate to show you off while kissing you

Byeok:

(I love this man so much I’m crying why does he not exist.)

Cheek kissessss AAAAA

Forehead pecks <3

Calls you darling when you two are smooching

Loves hugging you while kissing your forehead

HE ASKS FOR CONSENT! >>>>>>>>

After he kisses you he’ll probably pinch your cheek 

Loves holding your face with both of his hands as he kisses your lips gently

Doesn’t go far unless you allow him

[jahascouch]

Jaha fixed his usual nonchalant gaze on her, though was a slight twinge of warmth behind them. [Y/N], the ever-observant secretary, momentarily lifted her eyes up at him from her work to meet his gaze. She held a small, curious expression as she quipped, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

”Like what?” Jaha shot back, caught off guard by the swift inquiry from his secretary.

“Like… you’re in love with me.”

A subtle tightness gripped Jaha's throat, prompting him to avert his gaze, feeling a hint of sheepishness. Yet, his eyes softened as his heart quickened its pace. He heard her suppressed chuckle before she added, “That’s ridiculous, though. I can’t imagine you loving anyone.”

A breathless murmur escaped Jaha's lips, his hand instinctively rising to clutch his chest.

“Right.”

[yerrenica]

ROTMD smut drafts;

◟੭ rotmd; jaha lee & fem!reader + seongtae & male!reader

◟੭ info; smut (mdni!), grinding, hate "sex", no protection (assume there is no risk), rough sex, anal sex, no beta we die like jaha's parents, seongtae gets his brains fucked, dirty talk, safe word.

◟੭ wc; 1.5k

⋯ JAHA LEE

The leader of the Low Down had never been slapped by a woman before. Part of it was probably due to the fact that no woman had ever been interested enough to interact with him long enough to actually slap him before, and perhaps it should have stayed that way.

He didn't get slapped because the aforementioned woman was interested in him - no, far from it. And frankly, the feeling was mutual. The slapping hardly helped his fondness meter towards her either.

The room fell quiet. [Y/N] glared at him. "You're a fucking bastard." She spat, gritting her teeth.

Jaha's head was whipped to the side, mouth falling open as strands of raven hair hung down. The slap stung.

He slowly turned back to look at her, and they locked eyes. For the first time since knowing him, the woman caught sight of a small glint in them where they were usually so dark. She swallowed, feeling the anger that had just surged through her body begin to subside.

She watched as Jaha's gaze flickered down to her lips, lingering there before moving back up again. [Y/N] hadn’t realised that their faces had grown so close, and she could almost feel the way their breaths mingled together at the proximity.

It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room, at that moment. [Y/N] felt her heart thump in her throat, seeing Jaha's eyes darken, but not in the way they usually did. Something seemed different this time around.

And it didn't take long for her to figure out just what that darkening meant.

Within a split second, he was surging forward, grabbing the woman by her shoulder and pulling her in— their lips smashed together in a heated kiss, gasps muffled by the other’s mouth as Jaha pushed his tongue inside.

[Y/N]'s head spun as she moved her hand up, holding onto the side of Jaha's neck as her head was tilted up for a better angle. She was pushed back against a nearby wall, and Jaha wasted no time in planting his knee between her thighs. Of course, she welcomed the action by grinding against it.

Between urgent kisses, Jaha uttered. "Bend your knee."

Dazed by the kisses, the woman didn't question his request and did as told. She planted her foot on the wall she was being held against, and only when Jaha started grinding his own groin against her knee did she understand his intentions.

She could feel the stirring of his cock as it grew hard against her. And truthfully, she wasn't fairing much better. Against Jaha's own knee, she couldn't help but grind, feeling herself getting wetter with each kiss and each movement.

Her hands found their way into raven hair, threading her fingers through the strands and tugging. She blindly reached down, snaking her hand past the waistband of Jaha's pants, and Jaha opted to move slightly away from her knee to accommodate her hand as she began rubbing him through his boxers, feeling along his already painfully hard dick. The man made a soft noise into her mouth, biting down on [Y/N]'s lower lip in response.

She gasped when their mouths parted, a string of saliva connecting them as Jaha attached himself to her neck, going at the sensitive skin there. 

Her thighs trembled around him as they ground together— Jaha's breath hit her skin as he panted, burying his face in the crook of [Y/N]'s neck as the other's hand fastened in his boxers.

"Fuck." Jaha managed, sliding his own hands down lower. He brushed over the woman's waist before leaning slightly lower and grasping the bottom of her thighs, before lifting her up. [Y/N]'s hand left his dick at that moment, and her hands found themselves anchoring on Jaha's shoulders instead. Jaha didn't complain though, and moved to stand in between her legs, which were now wrapped around his torso.

Their lower halves met, and oh, this was so much better.

Jaha could feel his orgasm approaching each time he ground his erection against her clothed crotch, each time she tightened her grip on his hair, each time she let out a choked moan at the friction. It was pure bliss having someone who claimed to detest him writhing in his hold. 

Jaha couldn't hold back a groan from escaping his parted lips. He was so painfully close. "I'm—"

There was a knock at the door.

They halted. He could feel the way the woman's grip tightened in his hair and the way she slightly pulled back.

Fuck— Jaha had completely forgotten he ordered Seongtae to bring them something to eat earlier. Seongtae. How dare he cockblock his own sect leader?

⋯ SEONGTAE

Seongtae liked talking shit. Most would say that was all he was good at, and honestly, they wouldn't be far from the truth.

One of the people included in the "most that would say" was [Y/N]. But there was a difference between him, and the rest of the most. And the difference was quite simple. [Y/N] had physical proof of him being good for nothing more than yapping his jaw.

It was quite literally in front of him right now, after all.

"[Y/N]." Seongtae whined, eyes downcast to watch his own flimsy cock slowly rise for the nth time that night. He could also see [Y/N] disappearing inside of him and the tiny bulge underneath his belly button spoke volumes for just how deep inside of him he was leaving his mark. "Fucking move already."

His whiny grant of approval was rewarded.

He had been like this all night. Acting all high and mighty only to turn into a writhing mess beneath the other in seconds.

He pulled out until Seongtae was stretched around the width of his tip and then he slammed back into the captivating heat. Seongtae's eyes grew impossibly wide because fuck, he'd forgotten how sensitive his body was, spent from his who knows how many orgasms prior.

"Look at you, trying to order me around. You're lucky I've reached the end of my patience too."

The man repeated his actions, angling his hips a different way each time he speared Seongtae onto his cock. The force of [Y/N]'s thrusts and the consistent jab against Seongtae's abused prostate sent Seongtae's eyes rolling into the back of his head. He could barely process each wave of pleasure that crashed through him, but he's greedy and he wants more, more, more.

"Is- is that the best you've got?" Seongtae taunted.

There was no point in trying to regain his shattered pride, but something told him that pushing [Y/N]'s buttons would be rewarding, now that he knew the man had no self-restraint to stop fucking into him. And besides, they've been going through these taunts and rewards all night long already.

"Thought you said you'd be better than—"

[Y/N] grabbed Seongtae's waist and he yanked the light-haired male down onto his cock harshly. The way he pressed up against Seongtae's sensitive spot was too much for him to bear, his legs trembled and ankles kicked against [Y/N]'s back, but the other forced him to stay put. The more Seongtae tried to escape, the stronger [Y/N]'s grip got.

"Don't you dare say his name."

Seongtae reached down, trying to pry [Y/N]'s wrists away, but the man didn’t humour him in the slightest. He remained steady and all Seongtae convinced him to do was lift the smaller man’s bottom half up so that he could slide in even deeper.

"[Y/N]- stop!" Seongtae shouted, writhing with all his might as the pleasure and pain of overstimulation began to fog his mind. Any more and Seongtae thought his mind might actually break. "It's- it's too much, i-idiot!"

[Y/N] leaned lower and lower, forcing Seongtae to bend in half, and then when he was sure he’d gotten Seongtae pinned underneath him with nowhere to go, he moved one of his hands. It landed over the prominent bulge in Seongtae's stomach and he pressed. 

"No, [Y/N]- please! Stop," Seongtae cried, shocks of indescribable ecstasy causing him to arch his back off the sheets and twitch almost violently. [Y/N] waited, glancing down at where Seongtae's hands were positioned over [Y/N]'s wrist and chest, but Seongtae didn't tap him, which meant he didn't actually need to stop.

When their eyes met again, the look in [Y/N]'s eyes was predatory.

Seongtae felt his walls trying to keep the other inside of him as the man dragged himself out. When Seongtae was left empty with the other's tip pressed teasingly against his messy rim, both of them could feel how the swollen hole winked longingly and Seongtae knew what the man was trying to prove even if [Y/N] continued to remain silent.

See how honest your body is? You keep telling me to stop, but you want my dick inside of you so bad. You want me to keep fucking you. You want me to use you.

[Y/N] rammed into him again and Seongtae swore that he blacked out for a fraction of a second. The feeling was so intense, so brutal, and Seongtae found it hard to keep his eyes open. His mouth parted to let out a scream that he couldn’t even hear, tears rolling nonstop down his face. He couldn't think anymore.

"I was trying to be gentle with you, wanted to make you feel all special, all loved." The man grunted, slamming into Seongtae over and over again.

"But if you want to be fucked like a whore, fine."

© yeri (@yerrenica) ⬦ do not repost, copy, translate, nothing. i am actually thinking of finishing the seongtae fic, because genuinely seeing seongtae get his brains fucked is one of the best things life could ever offer me. i have so many slutty lines in mind for it, ughh...

[rathesy]

NO YOU DON'T GET IT

I'm BEYOND OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Eat up

[yerrenica]

⋯ JAHA LEE x READER | battle amid tangled sheets

⬦ info; written for valentine's day! first time, first kiss, loss of virginity, dares, switch Jaha, Jaha losercore, New Year's inspired because I missed New Year's, slight wounding/blood, oral sex, praise kink, gentle sex (with a touch of roughness)

⬦ wc; 6.7k

Mongrang dared him to do it; that's what Jaha reminds himself. Because that's the only reason he's currently wandering the streets of White Eagle Town like a lost kitten during the Qixi festival.

Now what he'd rather be doing is finding a bottle of something strong to spend his night commiserating with. In fact, there's a handle of Dukang wine back in his room with his name on it, which he is, unfortunately, going to have to forgo, but such is the life of a guy who never backs down from a challenge.

It's not like he's actually going to be able to pull this off, Mongrang's probably just looking for an excuse to embarrass him.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, he's sure the bastard's looking for an excuse to embarrass him, publicly at that because it just so happens that tonight the Jade Flower Palace planned an absolutely grandiose banquet for everyone present. Coincidence? He thinks not.

"Hey, country bumpkin," two hours prior at the banquet table, Mongrang whispers sweet venom into his ear.

His breath smells like dark red wine and rosemary, and his speech is already slurring. Jaha sips his own wine and tries his best to stay cordial. It'd be a shame if he gave into his urge to claw the other's eyes out this early in the night.

"I have a proposition for you," which is an absolutely foul way to phrase things and he knows it.

"Careful, fucker," Jaha smiles; shows teeth, "I haven't forgiven you from the last banquet for switching my wine with tomato juice," he's certain it was him, not because none of the others present would have the gall, but because nobody else chooses to spend their free time tormenting him except the Sex Demon himself.

Furthermore, there is really no reason for them to be sitting next to each other. Most of the time everyone was seated by who was closer to whom, but Geomma was absent, and the Generals were all too social to simply stick to Jaha. So by a horrible series of events, he's doomed to sitting next to Mongrang.

There is one other person who could've been quite tolerable to sit with, but they seem to be absent as well.

"Oh don't be like that, street urchin. I can see you're dying of boredom," he conjures a tiny snowflake on the tip of his finger and twirls it; six fractal arms twinkling in the candlelight. Jaha is, in fact, dying of boredom, but that doesn't mean he's going to give Mongrang the satisfaction of participating in one of his schemes.

"I am too, you know."

With a deadpan expression, Jaha reaches for his wine glass to toss it onto his problem to the right, but Mongrang quickly interjects.

"At least let me finish," the brunette hisses, with the nerve to look offended, "I suggest we wager a little bet, just you and me," he smiles, sickly sweet. Jaha finds it disgusting.

A bet. Jaha doesn't like the sound of that. He doesn't like the sound of that at all. People like Mongrang don't initiate bets, not without being certain that they'll win.

But here's the catch: Jaha is never one to turn down a bet. Mongrang knows this; everyone knows this, and they use it to their advantage all of the time. Sigh. He really needs to work on his self-control. He'll take that to his self-assigned therapist (Moyong didn't have a choice) the next time he sees him.

"What did you have in mind?" He signs his deal with the Devil.

Mongrang leans in close, letting him feel the ghost of his breath on his neck, "last one to get laid tonight loses."

Jaha chokes on his wine. The back of his neck goes bright red as he coughs and sputters, bringing his forearm to his lips, "are you out of your mind, you stupid fu—"

Jaha cuts himself off when he sees Mongrang's self-satisfied expression, and quickly composes himself. It's not often that someone catches him off-gaurd like this. Seems like the Sex Demon is more dangerous than Jaha had initially deemed.

"Why would I ever agree to that?" Jaha furrows his brows in both confusion and disbelief.

"What? Don't you think you can do it?" Mongrang puts on a shit-eating grin, and there it is; the challenge. He's got him and he knows it.

Jaha scoffs, "I never said that"

"Great! It's a deal then," Mongrang crushes the snowflake and pushes his chair back loudly, before striding away from the table, on a mission.

"Pleasure doing business with you, country bumpkin!" He calls over his shoulder. Jaha mentally puts his head in his hands, wondering what in the world he'd just agreed to.

Jaha surveys the party as crystalline snowflakes fall from the sky. The Palace really was incredible, anything they dreamed of, they could make. With the help of Mongrang, they conjured flurries at will, and they always do for such events. The Jade Palace is their own personal snow globe.

And although any other day Jaha might have begrudgingly admitted that the icy ornaments Mongrang so effortlessly made weren't unsightly, today they felt like relentless blows in his face, thus he wished for nothing more than to melt them away.

But Mongrang himself wasn't around, so there was no point in doing that. Another time, Jaha thinks.

The courtyard was still alive with drinking, dancing, and other revelry. In the centre, a massive fir tree stands sentinel, still wrapped in glowing midwinter lights.

Dedicating an entire day to celebrating love had always seemed strange to Jaha. To him, it was almost childish to view the dynamic nature of love as something to be in awe of, rather than a simple fact of life. He supposes though, in theory, love wasn't a given, because in this world nothing is guaranteed. Quickly, though, he pushes that thought from his mind– he doesn't need to be a killjoy tonight. It certainly won't help him in winning this bet.

Now he'd take this to his grave, but he's decidedly inexperienced in this area – sex that is. He's not even sure how to go about winning this bet. He considers just paying a working girl, but he'd never live that down. That would go against all his morals.

He could pick someone up at a bar? Not a chance, too far away and too difficult (for him only, it seems). How about one of his subordinates? No, there's some kind of power dynamic there that he doesn't really want to get into. He rubs at his temples and groans. Mongrang is going to win this, and Jaha's going to be subjected to whatever horrible torment he has in mind for the loser of the bet.

Jaha's own fault, he supposes, for accepting such a bet from the Sex Demon himself.

He exits the courtyard to return to the sheltered walls of the palace, his feet feel sluggish after the realization that his inevitable loss is inching closer by the second.

"Still moping about, little rabbit?" Jaha freezes at the familiarity of the voice and turns to face whoever has just done an excellent job of sneaking up on him. He lays eyes on the one person who could've saved him from this damned bet by simply sitting beside him in place of Mongrang.

Of course, of all the martial masters he knows, she's one of the quietest when she's not running her mouth. Jaha would liken her to a docile cat if he knew no better. The woman is tipsy and has a fifth of wine in her hand. 

Jaha's guard immediately flies up, because the woman never starts a conversation with him unless she's done something that needs cleaning up. Jaha's pretty sure she's been sent personally by the Devil himself to ensure that he never gets rest, the others are no exception either, of course. Call him paranoid, but—

"Relax," [Y/N] chuckles, holding her hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm not here to get us into any trouble," her eyes shine with barely repressed laughter. The liquor in the bottle sloshes around and Jaha can't help but look at it longingly. 

"So how come you've decided to get out of your hiding place?" The ravenette raises an eyebrow, perturbed. He can feel a grudge forming.

"I asked you a question," the woman almost pouts, slurring her speech a bit. She steps closer and Jaha backs up because out of all of his associates, [Y/N] is the only one who truly scares him.

She's like a walking tornado of chaos, with a knack for stirring up trouble, and oh, Jaha doesn't even wish to think about it. Take, for instance, the time she casually turned half of the Black Rabbit sect's quarters into a blazing inferno - not once, but multiple times. And let's not forget the time she inadvertently invited a horde of spiders into the sect by forgetting to stash away some herbs she was carrying around before leaving. The entire sect spent weeks squashing them out. Jaha still shudders at the memory of finding those eight-legged invaders in his every meal.

And believe him, that's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to her repertoire. Truly a terrifying woman to be around.

It makes Jaha want to fight her, but it'd be bad form to initiate a spar at a banquet, especially with someone from his own sect.

"I asked if you're still moping about," she continues, "It's been hours since dinner."

"So what?" Jaha glares at her, though it's more like he's sulking, hoping to be left alone in his misery.

"No offence, but you look pathetic, great brother."

"Spit it out, woman," Jaha is losing his patience, because of course the other is here to bother him. He tolerates her, but he thinks he might actually dislike drunk [Y/N].

At this moment in time, at least. Normally, she's quite... fun to be around. He'd never admit that out loud, though. The last thing he wants is to encourage her obnoxiousness.

"Well I was going to offer you a drink, but I can see that I'm not wanted here," the smaller one hums, feigning insult. She stretches big, making sure Jaha can see the completely full bottle of Dukang wine glint in the moonlight.

Now, if Jaha didn't know any better, he'd think the offer was genuine. However, she is definitely up to something. This is [Y/N] after all. She's always doing something for her own personal amusement. Jaha isn't particularly interested in falling for another scheme tonight, but the Dukang wine is a tantalizing offer. Once again his eyes are drawn to the bottle of sweet salvation. A little liquid courage could be all he needs.

And [Y/N], like the cheeky loafer she is, turns to walk away, robes swaying behind her loftily. Jaha thinks on her words. How bad can one drink really be?

"Wait."

Okay so he has a bit more than one drink.

The riverside is perfectly secluded at this hour. They settle on a small bench underneath a high arched alcove. The moonlight was shimmering down upon them.

[Y/N] inaugurates the bottle with a deep swig, tears pricking at her eyes at the burn, because honestly, Dukang wine is borderline undrinkable without a chaser to most people.

"Having some trouble?" Jaha chuckles and reaches for the bottle. He feels a bit fuzzy, which is strange because he's not drunk yet, nor is he ever. Well at least he thinks he isn't.

"Piss off," the woman slurs, but there's a bit of a laugh in it. It sparks something strange in Jaha's chest, something he quickly pushes down because fuck him if he's doing that right now.

Jaha purses his lips awkwardly, before opening them, "So, how was your day?" He makes an attempt to start a cordial conversation.

"Are you really trying to make small talk with me right now?" [Y/N] quirks an eyebrow, and for some reason Jaha's attention is drawn to it. He trails the lines of the woman's face from her soft cheekbones down to her plush lips.

Despite his best efforts, his mind strays to the dare and all of a sudden his ears are burning. [Y/N] might not be a bad choice. Well, she's actually a horrible choice. She'd probably be just as unruly in bed if not more... not that Jaha would mind. Honestly, the man doesn't even know if he's interested in things like that, or if she is interested in any of that, for that matter.

But Jaha is quickly running out of options, and he hates to admit it, but there's something about the other that's kind of doing it for him right now, which rarely happens nowadays. Back when he was the mad demon, it only happened perhaps once or twice when he was young. He takes another pull of the wine, lets it trickle down his throat and warm his stomach.

"Great brother, don't tell me you're drunk already."

"What? Why would you say that?" Jaha scoffs out a laugh, snapped out of his thoughts.

"Your ears, they're flushed," the woman slurs her observation, "I've never them like that before."

Oh. He's been caught. But Jaha really can't help himself, ever since the dare wormed its way into his mind, he's having a hard time looking away from his associate. The woman is objectively beautiful. The men under Jaha's wing tend to fall over themselves for her attention until they realize she's an insufferable incendiary, but even then, they hold out hope for a chance.

"Well—" Jaha starts.

"Pass it," she flexes her fingers and the man's eyes are suddenly drawn to her hands. Every single motion the woman makes is enticing right now. What the actual fuck is going on? Jaha feels like he's a teenager again, but what shit timing.

Okay, he can admit that he has a little crush, has had a little crush since the moment he'd seen the woman for the first time. In all her obnoxiousness she had come into Black Rabbit's quarters out of nowhere, blood-stained and smelling something awful. She strode into one of the sect's meetings like she owned the place and presented the head of a man Jaha had been searching for, kicking it across the floor, before bowing with a flourish, all toothy.

She was full of character from the get go. Ever since that... brazen display of randomness, she ended up revealing her connection to Nachal Dae, and said that she had hunted the man Jaha had been after as a thanks for liberating her friends, the Generals.

Henceforth, she could be found lounging about at the quarters, and soon enough everyone simply got used to her presence.

...

They get drunk. Not terribly so. Jaha still knows up from down and all that. Nothing to write home about. He feels mostly fine. But there's a comfortable warmth in his stomach and a nice buzz that's settled over his mind.

Moonlight seeps into the alcove, illuminating the vast star-speckled sky. Usually, it would draw Jaha's attention, when he was younger, he used to trace the stars with his eyes every night so he could imagine a future for himself among them. But not tonight, tonight he is captivated by someone that, martial arts be damned, burns just as bright.

[Y/N] takes another drink, and Jaha watches her throat work through it, and he can't - for the life of him - fathom why. He wants to attribute it to the glasses of red wine he drank at dinner, but that'd be doing himself a disservice because he knows he can drink most grown men under the table. No, there's something else brewing in his chest, a terrifying, molten feeling that makes the woman impossible to look away from.

In all honesty, [Y/N] is not bad in terms of drinking partners. She's quiet, yes, but that's a given with her mostly introverted personality. She's also nice to look at. Really nice to look at, for a matter of fact.

"I don't get know why the Mong family insists on these things," she gazes down at the courtyard below. Faceless figures in extravagant robes and masks intermingle, becoming one fuzzy blur of humanity.

"Don't you see it's all part of their grand plan to make us miserable?" Jaha grins at her and drinks from the bottle again. 

"Is that all there is, though? Misery?" She reaches for the fifth, and Jaha pulls it away.

"I think you've had enough," he laughs and takes another swig for himself.

"Never thought I'd see the day the Great Jaha would get introspective on me," her face is a little flushed, and it must be from the alcohol, has to be from the alcohol.

"'The Great Jaha'," Jaha repeats, a small smirk playing on his lips.

[Y/N] lets out a snort, "That was an insult."

"It's hardly an insult to know what you think of me," the moonlight flits across the woman's face, and Jaha wants.

"It'd be only fair to hear your thoughts too, then."

Jaha feigns studying her for a moment, "Tacky."

"Oh, but you love it," she shamelessly scoots closer.

"I find everything you say tactless and asinine."

"But you're here with me."

Jaha sighs, "Indeed I am," they settle into a comfortable silence, passing the bottle back and forth, though Jaha can't resist muttering under his breath, "for the wine."

The woman keeps her knowing smile.

Another moment of silence passes between them.

"You know, you're not half bad when you want to be," [Y/N] breaks it.

Jaha hums, speaking with humour, "And you're twice as bad no matter how hard you try."

The woman laughs, "I take it back."

She then scooches, just a little bit, closer to the man, who makes no move to draw away, "It's still your turn to say something truly introspective," she whispers.

"Now I'm sure you've had enough," Jaha snatches the bottle from her and finishes it, letting the last of the liquid-fire drip down his throat.

"Aw, but why? Must I always carry the conversations?" She lets out a sound akin to a whine. 

"I like listening to you talk," there it is, an embarrassing thing that Jaha's been holding in all night. He's got more embarrassing things to say, but he stops himself.

"Cute," the woman says with that deadpan sarcasm that never lets Jaha know what she's thinking. He's sure [Y/N] meant it as an insult, but his heart leaps anyway, hopes he didn't.

A moment of silence.

"You're pretty when you do," Jaha leans in just a fraction, and the others' eyes widen.

The clock strikes midnight. Chime 

There is liquor on their lips but not enough for this. Not enough at all for this. If nothing else, maybe he can allow this lapse in judgment, maybe he can allow this fall. Jaha closes the gap between them, kissing her softly. Time dilates.

Chime

[Y/N] tastes like wine, tea, and starlight. Sweet curiosity turns to burning intensity as they both seek to consume each other. And Jaha finds that there is joyous rapture in the agony of what it is to feel connected to another.

Chime

The kiss is a clumsy affair, mostly Jaha's doing, but it's good, more than good, and Jaha wants to devour it. Faintly, it occurs to the man that this is his first kiss, and he is all of a sudden overwhelmed beyond belief. He pulls away, dazed, shaky, and it all comes crashing down.

Chime

"Sorry," his breath comes in short, anxious puffs, "I shouldn't have done that."

Gods strike him down; he's doomed. He wants to crawl into a hole and die. Yet he also wants to pull her close and seal their lips together once more. Do it again; he wants to. He's beginning to understand the obsession people have with kissing.

Perhaps that is the whole reason this day exists. An excuse to lose yourself within another.

Chime

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," [Y/N] affirms.

Chime

"Now, do it again."

Chime

"Anyone could see us," Jaha points out, for the sake of the other. It is also at this point that it occurs to Jaha that the woman may have been flirting with him this entire time. From the moment she approached him, bottle in hand, stars in her eyes.

"Great brother, when have either of us ever cared what anybody thinks?"

Chime

There is more heat the second time. More heat as the other takes the lead and licks into his mouth. Jaha thinks he hears a wolf whistle from below, but it dissolves quickly into the roaring in his ears. He's lost in a tidal wave of sensation. He wonders if it's really all supposed to feel like this because, in both of his lifetimes, he never imagined that it would feel like this. Everything is upside down, sideways, lengthwise.

Chime

The woman takes him deeper and tangles her tongue with his own, and Jaha feels like he's floating. He returns with fervour, with that clumsy confidence that only comes with your first time. [Y/N] withdraws, and then she's everywhere. Hands under Jaha's shirt, lips on his neck. She finds the sweet spot between Jaha's jaw and collarbone and bites down hard, Jaha throws his head back in a choked gasp.

Chime

The invigorating thrill of battle is there, and it's strange because nothing about this is a fight. There is no resistance here. [Y/N] takes and takes, and Jaha allows it because he's never wanted anything but this. But still, he feels almost exactly how he does when he's deep in a fight. Sweat stuck to his brow, chest heaving with strangled breaths, lip split. He feels overwhelmed. He feels alive, and it's brilliant.

Chime

The woman latches onto his neck, sucking mottled bruises that will surely be there in the morning. There's far too much happening and somehow not enough. She is all-consuming, and faintly in the back of his mind, Jaha feels like he's forgetting something. Something important, but by the Gods, Jaha doesn't want this to end. Whatever this is, he wants to drown in it, then her hands drift to his waistband, and it's like the man has been dumped into a cold lake because he remembers–

Chime

"[Y/N], wait—" the other bites down on his neck again, "[Y/N]—" Jaha gasps, "Wait."

The woman pulls off of him, and she looks just as wrecked as Jaha feels. Her pupils are blown wide, and there is everything and nothing but stardust in them. Jaha is breathless, chest heaving with exertion. He takes a deep breath and wipes the spit from his mouth, trying to compose himself.

"Is something the matter?" Jaha hears a speck of concern in the other's usually cheery voice, remembers the dare, and all of a sudden he feels like a Grade-A Asshole. 

"There's something you should know," he swallows thickly, his heart beating fast. How does he even go about admitting it? Now that he thinks about it, this is actually really fucked. When he took that bet, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine anything like this. 

[Y/N] hums like she doesn't particularly care what Jaha has to say, instead busying herself with running her hands over Jaha's abs.

What does he do? Pry the other's hands from his body and stop her long enough to choke out: Hey, Mongrang actually dared me to fuck someone tonight, but I promise that this has nothing to do with it, well, in the beginning, it did, but now it doesn't, and I feel like a fucking dickhead, also I'm really enjoying this, Mongrang be damned, so can we please proceed?

Yeah, that is not going to work, Jaha might as well condemn himself to the guillotine.

He'd never had time for this really: to want. Wanting was a distraction, distraction was weakness, and there was no place for weakness for the Mad Demon. It was almost a cruel twist of fate to think that this was only half real, but fate always had been immeasurably cruel to him. He feels guilty.

"I don't know how to say this–"

"What? That this is a dare, and now that this is actually happening you're getting cold feet?" The woman is close again, so close that she outright purrs into his ear, and Jaha freezes up.

"How did you..." Jaha furrows his brows in confusion, overwhelmed with the abject horror of this situation. The woman knew from the very beginning, and she still—

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, great brother, that man can't whisper even when he's sober," she licks at the shell of his ear and Jaha stifles a gasp. [Y/N]'s hands creep below his waistband and leave little electric sparks in their wake, "And word tends to spread fast."

"So you're okay with this?"

"Clearly," she trails her lips downward, letting her teeth tug at the skin underneath Jaha's ear until it's black and blue, bloody; gingerly licking at the wound she left, the smooth lap of her tongue sending shivers down the man's spine, "I initially came to make fun of you, but I suppose this is a tolerable change in events."

"Besides, I thought perhaps I'd help you out a bit. Trust me when I say I know what it's like to lose a bet to..." Her face contorted into a disgusted expression as she paused, "Mongrang."

"Who knew you were so generous?" Jaha rhetorically asks, breathless between kisses.

"Oh, but I'm not. Now you'll owe me," she smiles, sinister, and it should really unnerve Jaha, reminding him that he is, in fact, dealing with [Y/N], but instead, it sparks heat in his stomach.

Jaha considers the pros and cons of owing the woman anything. In reality, there are no pros at all, he's playing a dangerous game with a very dangerous woman, yet he can't find it in himself to care.

He's always had a bit of a thing for the melodramatic. Call him crazy, but everything about the woman intrigues him. How she conjures death from delicate fingers. The quirk of her lip as she decimates a battlefield, the spark of mischief whenever she gazes upon him.

There's another wolf whistle from below, and this time, the man pulls back long enough to shoot a death glare at whatever piss-drunk party-goers are in the courtyard right now.  

[Y/N] can't help but snicker, "Wanna get out of here?"

The woman's room is similar to Jaha's own, save for the amount of personal effects she has brought with her to this hotel. She always has to leave an impression wherever she goes, Jaha concludes.

"Finished gawking?" Her voice is playful, but there's a sultry undercurrent there that is novel to Jaha. He's sure he likes it.

Hands pull at clothes. The man fumbles with the woman's clothes. He's nervous, honestly, he has been since Mongrang made him agree to this asinine dare, but this is different. He's inexperienced to a level he hasn't been since he was dropped head-first into the world of martial arts at such a tender age.

"So you really know everything?" He asks awkwardly– half-asks because he already knows the answer– trying to distract from the fact that he physically cannot get the other's clothes off. He's never had to touch women's clothes before, after all.

"Of course, I did! Do I really need to go over this with you again?" [Y/N] pulls his hands off of her, and expertly undoes her robes, before shucking it off to reveal her undergarments. Jaha doesn't usually see women show this much skin, and the observation is tantalizing Mostly due to the fact that it's her. He finds himself wanting to run his tongue over the smooth unblemished flesh; wants to sink his teeth into her.

"And you still want to..." Jaha starts to deflate. Why is he so nervous now? He wants this; wants it really bad, but it's like there's a mental block. Something is keeping him from relaxing.

"I'm here, aren't I?" The woman sighs and takes a step back, a very slight pout on her lips, "Is something the matter?"

"No, not at all," Yes. "I just don't…" 

"I'm not going anywhere, Jaha."

Oh.

Some minutes later, the man settles his teeth in the skin near the other's jugular. Litters the woman's skin with love bites and mottled bruises. They're both half-naked on the bed by the time Jaha admits it:

"I've got another confession to make."

"What now?" [Y/N] withdraws from the bruise she'd been methodically sucking into Jaha's collarbone, clearly annoyed at the interruption. 

Jaha purses his lips, "I've never–"

"Done this before?" She finishes for him, bangs lying flat on her face, "I know. You're kind of obvious."

Jaha feels his ears go hot, and murmurs a soft, "Sorry."

"Sorry for what? Being a virgin? Don't be an idiot," [Y/N] kisses him again, softer this time, her voice light. And it must be the alcohol because there's no other excuse for the way Jaha leans into the kiss, eyes falling shut, trying his hardest to be eaten alive.

"I was planning to take the lead anyway," the woman breathes across his lips, soft, and playful, and Jaha melts. He's so incredibly into this, and every breath and movement feels absolutely electric. 

"Just tell me what to do," he says, words falling from his lips like a plea. His neck is beyond hot, he's sure of it, there's far too much going on. Jaha is so far gone, and they haven't done anything but kiss and mark each other up.

This is everything and nothing like what he had imagined.

When he'd met the woman, never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd have the privilege of seeing her like this. He feels unbridled, filled with lust and something else he can't quite place. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd have the chance to see, feel, touch.

The man rakes his nails down her thighs, settling them at the base of [Y/N]'s ass, and plants butterfly kisses over the soft skin of her neck. His fingers leave little crescent moons in their wake. The woman slaps his hands away and pushes Jaha back on the bed lightly.

"Enough of that," she moves to pull the man's underwear down, hooking her fingers in the waistband with a sultry look. She frees his cock and then leans down to be level with it.

"[Y/N], what are you—"

[Y/N] simply smirks and presses a kiss to the head of Jaha's cock. It jumps at the sensation, and Jaha feels a jolt of pleasure throughout his entire body. He barely ever indulges himself in these things, and now that she's the one indulging him, he feels like he's not going to last long at all.

"This is a one-time thing," the woman whispers against his head, and it's like she doesn't even believe it herself because there's gold in her voice and stars in her eyes. 

Jaha nods.

[Y/N] takes him in her mouth, and it's not fair. Jaha's head tips back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. There's a hazy, perfect precision in which she works him with her lips and tongue, and Jaha thinks he might die.

The woman is criminally good with her mouth.

And as much as he's thankful for [Y/N]'s surprising amount of skill, he's also a bit jealous because she has to have done all of this to other people. She couldn't have learned everything or become this talented all by herself.

Jaha frowns at the thought. 

People have been in his position before. They've been held by [Y/N], been touched by [Y/N]—they’ve held [Y/N], touched [Y/N].

That makes Jaha want to step up. If he wants to have any chance of doing this again with her, he has to step up. And so, albeit uncertain, he gently runs his fingers through the woman's hair before finding a steady grip and tugging her closer.

The moan she lets out around his cock reassures him, and soon he finds a steady grip, tugging her closer.

Jaha tries to ignore the claustrophobic feeling of having his cock in such a tight space and instead focuses on the quite overwhelming feeling of hitting the back of the woman's throat. It's foreign, but not unwelcome.

Jaha's sure that if the woman could have it her way, she would make him reach even further, be even rougher. But Jaha's unsure if he could handle all that this time around.

He knows she's not made of glass. And he does wonder what she'd look like borderline gagging on his cock. He wonders what she'd sound like, how she'd cope with it all.

Jaha subconsciously tightens his hold on the woman's locks and yanks her head back, forcing [Y/N] to look him in the eye. She's silent, waiting to hear whatever Jaha has to say.

And, you know what? Fuck it, Jaha thinks.

It's his first time. He might as well push the limits.

"Let me be selfish for a bit, won't you?"

[Y/N] frowns, not sure what Jaha is really implying, but Jaha doesn't let her wander too far into confusion. He thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself in as far as the woman will allow him to go, and her eyes widen. Her fingers dig into Jaha's hip, drawing a pained hiss from the ravenette, but she can't pull away because Jaha's hand keeps her in place.

The woman has to fight the urge to gag. She's held down for maybe five seconds, maybe eight; she can't really keep count. She's too focused on trying to breathe through her nose. When Jaha finally pulls her off, the woman is spluttering and trying to catch her breath. Tears have collected on her lashes, but they haven't fallen just yet. She tries to blink them away, but Jaha grabs her jaw with his other hand and forces her mouth open again before shoving her down onto his cock.

This time the woman is expecting it and thus, she's a little more relaxed, but each time Jaha rolls his hips, her throat tightens around the man's cock. [Y/N] moans, nails scraping down his thighs, and that must've been the right move to play because the desperate groans that cascade down from Jaha's lips are all she ever wants to hear.

[Y/N] feels the drag of his cock as he shoves himself in and out of her throat repeatedly, setting a fast and brutal pace that has the other whimpering. It feels good, so good, for both of them. Jaha thinks this is better than anything he’s ever experienced before, including anything he’s ever imagined. And it definitely is.

Taking this risk was rewarded.

A low wanton sound escapes his lips and it's like the floodgates don't ever wish to close because Jaha is suddenly unabashedly loud. Panting and groaning. It's so vastly different than when he's by himself, not at all like when he used to steal away to his room and fuck his fist until he's shaking. No. This is so much better.

The woman's cheeks are hollow and stretched around him, caressing him with every motion, war-torn hands that should be hardened, but are soft– so soft, rubbing circles into his thighs. 

"Shit," Jaha loses himself in it. There's too much, far too much of this feeling that threatens to overtake him. He gasps, shudders, bucks his hips one, two times, and he's done; finishing breathlessly into the other's mouth.

[Y/N] pulls back to sit on her heels. Taking a moment to breathe and reign her emotions back in. She then hums and sticks out her tongue so Jaha can see his work, then closes her mouth and swallows, and for the second time tonight, Jaha finds himself drawn to the motion of her throat. It occurs to him that he's never come that fast in his life, but everything about this is so hot that it quickly overrides any kind of shame Jaha might have at the thought.

[Y/N] wipes her mouth and rises from her knees to crawl back over Jaha. She then straddles him.

"You did well," she praises, and Jaha feels another jolt of pleasure go through him. Oh. That's new. She seems to notice it too given the way her smirk widens.

"Do you like when I do that?" She grins and moves in to kiss him again, "Praise you?”

Jaha can taste himself on her lips and that shouldn't be as hot as it is.

[Y/N] pulls away for a moment, "You look beautiful like this."

Jaha's entire body flushes hot; he moans, and the other swallows it, lips back on him with a fury usually reserved for fighting. The moment is carnal but undeniably romantic.

She chuckles, "I’ll make note of that."

Jaha heaves out a breath, "How are we—"

"Lay back, you're going to fuck me now," she says, so matter of fact, yet playful, that Jaha can feel himself getting hard again. The woman settles herself on Jaha's hips who shudders under her.

"Relax, great brother, you're shaking," she says with a soft laugh.

He is? Oh, he is. Whether it's due to anticipation or the orgasm he experienced moments ago, he's uncertain.

"Don't worry about your performance. It's just you and me. I won't tease you for something like this," but that's the problem, "Or is something else the matter?"

Jaha looks away.

"Oh?" [Y/N] rolls her hips and locks eyes with the man, "It's me, isn't it?" She smirks, ever the troublemaker.

"Usually, you'd do this, but I'll cut you some slack tonight," she reaches forward to the bedside table, still perched on top of Jaha. She takes out a small bottle of... something. Jaha wouldn't know. She then begins applying whatever was in the bottle on his cock, and Jaha's breath hitches. It's cold, but combined with the hotness of her hands, it's pleasurable.

The sight of her only adds to the moment. Settled on top of him, moonlight haloing her hair, making her look inhuman, making her look more than.

"Beautiful," the words fall from Jaha's lips before he can stop them, a divine truth being pulled from his very being. Because the woman is beautiful, devastatingly so, and it would be a great disservice not to tell her.

"Stop talking," she murmurs, a blush coating her cheeks. And then she slips Jaha inside of her.

It's awkward at first: fucking. Getting used to the movement, the feeling, everything. It's too much and not enough at all. A beautiful contradiction. [Y/N] rolls her hips, and Jaha gasps, twitching inside of her. They pick up a steady rhythm, and the man clamps a hand over his mouth, resisting the urge to wail. She, however, pries the hand from his mouth and interlaces their fingers.

She is hot and soft inside, the tantalizing slide of skin on skin aided by the slick oil she'd used earlier. Jaha wonders if she carries that around all the time, or if tonight was just a special case. Before he can stop it, the thought of being special, of being something greater than ordinary sends a hot spike of pleasure through his stomach.

Fucking is like fighting, he decides. A dance of passion between two souls. He can't get enough of it.

To be honest, initially, Mongrang's dare terrified him. But he thinks he might be okay with this. [Y/N] is firm but gentle. She takes the lead, and Jaha is happy to follow. He lets himself slip away into bliss, genuine tears pricking at his eyes. It's so much, too much, and too good for him to think at all. It's too much for him to do anything but feel. He grips her hips tighter and squeezes his eyes shut in the pure madness of it all.

He's completely caught up in the moment, the sky could fall, and he doesn't think he'd notice.

"Shit dog," he doesn't see him again until lunch the next day. He's clearly avoiding him, sitting at a table all by himself.

"Oh, country bumpkin, about that bet, I realized that—" Jaha cuts him off by throwing a heavy metal pin on the table.

"Holy shit," Mongrang breathes.

"You actually pulled it off," he picks up [Y/N]'s pin, and scrutinizes it like he's trying to see if it's fake, "And with her of all people?"

Jaha smirks, plopping down on the chair opposite Mongrang, "So what do I win?"

© yeri (@yerrenica) ⬦ do not repost, copy, translate, nothing. this is sort of crappy because i haven't written anything in ages, so if you find any mistakes, I'm sorry for that lol also teeny bit out of character because, again, i haven't been consuming or writing any rotmd content for a while now. HAPPY VALENTINE'S!

[yerrenica]

Jaha Lee x Reader: Eyes on us

Summary: Jaha is possessive over you, but that doesn't stop him from fucking you in front of his men.

Pairing: Jaha Lee/Yi Zaha x female reader

WC: 9.3k

Warnings/Tags: Humiliation, public sex, dubious consent, slight non-con, choking, degradation, begging, blood, hair-pulling, denied orgasm, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral sex, biting.

Rating: 18+

Disclaimer: This is fiction. This is a made up scenario, that doesn’t really fit Jaha’s character in its entirety, however, I’ve always wanted to write something like this, and I just used Jaha for it. This is a BIT out of character, but nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it all the same.

In hindsight, you should have thought more about your decision.

Visiting the Master of the Low Down without his knowledge was a poor choice. He had warned you beforehand that the situation in the sect has gotten dire, that strong Masters have started launching attacks on the Low Down. You know little of the Masters he spoke of but he told you that they are not above hurting the people close to him, even if they are innocent, just to get Jaha to bow down to them.

And yet there you were, encompassed in your own thoughts and emotions, standing before a seething Jaha whose scathing glower scorched against your skin. The ambience felt heavy, and even his disciples – those who stayed behind at the sect to help Jaha should there be the need – stood in a line rigidly by the doorway, sights set forward but without grazing the form of your lover.

Your hands wring together in front of you as Jaha stands brooding by the window of his meeting room. Ever since his fight with the Masters of unknown origins began, he had ordered the evacuation of many, and even his Generals were sent away to the front lines. He only brought a handful of his subordinates along. You, were not one of them, though. You had been instructed to stay at the Jaha Inn, but evidently, you did not heed his word.

You sat down by the table nearest to him, making yourself at home despite the uncomfortable quietude prevailing within the room. The disciples must have been wondering how exceptionally idiotic you must be for provoking Jaha like that, even if you are his beloved.

You should’ve kept quiet, you should have understood that today had been particularly unkind to him, with the Masters hot on his tracks and his subordinates lacking competency, which he had to salvage before the battle. If only you had assessed the situation prior to this, you wouldn’t be on your back, pressed against the table, panties forcibly tugged and clinging precariously around one of your ankles, and legs trembling as Jaha entered your pussy, forcing his cock into your dripping hole.

Your hips swayed vigorously and pushed against his pelvis with the intention of pushing him away. However, your action only contributed to his pleasure; his quiet sigh in your ear being evidence of it. Your eyes closed tightly as his hands fluttered to your waist and pulled you against him, rendering you unable to move.

"J-Jaha...” His name had barely slipped past your lips when he thrusted forward. Your ass jiggled obscenely at his abrupt movement. A long, drawn-out moan reeled out of your mouth as your beloved retracted from your pussy, dragging his length along your walls. You whimpered when he suddenly bucked forward again, stretching your opening wide open. You felt every inch of him inside you.

“Ah,” Jaha threw his head back as he began to settle in a relentless pace, pumping his cock in and out of you faster by every passing second. “It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.”

The squelching noises echoing in the room are deafening, and the moans that started to dribble out of you intermingled with the lewd noises. Jaha dug his fingers into your skin and without disrupting his merciless fucking, he pried open your hanfu with his other hand. Your bra, woven in expensive fabric, was exposed to his sights. His palm descended over one of your breasts, mauling the soft flesh.

“I forgot how nice these feel.” Jaha squeezed your nipple between his fingers. He tugged and twisted at the small nub. You attempted to stifle your noises by biting your lower lip, but upon seeing your endeavor, Jaha clicked his tongue in dismay. “Perhaps I’ve been a little too negligent of you lately. You’ve forgotten how much I hate you being quiet when I’m fucking you.”

At last, a moan finally broke through your resolve after Jaha bent over your frame and pushed his hips against yours, driving the head of his cock deeper inside of you in the process. His tip brushed against your sensitive spot, causing your moan to resonate louder in the room. You felt a vivid flutter in the pit of your stomach as Jaha thrusted in and out of you, every snap of his hips stroking your most sensitive spot.

“Ah... wait—,” You exhaled. “Too deep.”

A smirk painted over Jaha’s youthful countenance as he studied your flushed expression, triumph apparent on his face. “That’s the way you like it.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement – one that you could not refute. His lips purchased over your neck. His teeth nibbled on the tender flesh, grazing over a small portion. A sharp surge of pain ran through your spine and to your injured skin as his canines punctured through your flesh. You could feel the sensation of your warm blood oozing out of you.

Jaha hummed at the sight, his eyes half lidded as he dipped his head once again to lap your blood. As he pulled away, he whispered. “You taste the same.”

The metallic taste of your blood must have heightened his arousal for you. You instantly felt him throb inside of you, his hardening cock expanding your velvety walls. “Do you like this, my love? Do you like being fucked in front of my men?”

His words dwelled in your head for an excruciatingly prolonged moment, incapable of comprehending the meaning of his statement. However, horror dawned over you and the vibrant color of vermillion painted your cheeks as it finally clicked.

Your gaze was torn from your Jaha to the disciples residing in the same room as you. Their stances did not alter from how you’d seen them the time you arrived. Their heads remained steady and set forward, but their masks (which only the Generals and the few elite disciples Jaha now had acquired wore) completely concealed every striking feature that could potentially expose their identity. You had no way of knowing if their gaze was settled upon you. But you knew better. Even if they retained any respect for you as an individual or as the lover of their superior, they couldn’t help it if their eyes strayed to you and Jaha, watching as he abusesd your cunt to release his frustrations and pent-up anger.

You bit your bottom lip. Don’t look at me.

“No, wait– ”

Your hands, quivering from the mortifying realization of your current predicament, moved against your volition. They darted towards Jaha, intent on taking hold of his shoulders and shoving him off but he caught on to you before you could initiate. His hand let go of your breast and captured your wrists in a single, swift swipe.

You grunted and mewled, dilated irises looking back at the small audience and then back to your beloved. “I have to cover up.” You mumbled to him, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “They can see me, Jaha!” Your arms strained in effort as they tried to get your lover to unhand you but to no avail. His grip tightened at your struggle.

“Shut up.” Jaha muttered. He removed his other hand from your waist and wrapped it around your throat stringently, impeding your breathing. Air was immediately cut off as he choked you. You could feel his fingers drag against your delicate skin and your eyes stung. “Cum sluts don’t talk. So, don’t talk.”

Thick tears that had emerged from the corners of your eyes streamed down the sides of your red tinted visage as you were helplessly fucked against the table. Each time he thrusted in you, your back skid against the smooth surface of the desk. A mewl laced in agony filtered out of your mouth at the feeling of your flesh scraping against the table, but Jaha ignored your sounds. Either he found a sickening pleasure from your agony, or he simply couldn’t care less for your comfort, which was difficult to believe since he had been nothing but kind to you ever since you two first met.

An endless stream of moans slipped past your lips as his fat cock plunged deeper and deeper into your soaping cunt. The tip of his cock roughly kissed your cervix at each thrust.

You haven’t seen your partner display his prowess before, but you have caught wind of how powerful, and skilled he was despite his youthful appearance. A force to be reckoned with, his disciples and servants often described him when fighting was involved within the discussion. It wasn’t quite surprising that your scuffle against him was nothing but mere play to him. His grasp around your neck and wrists were vice like. The pain from his touch was agonizing, but a small part of you, embarrassingly enough, couldn’t help but be aroused by his power.

How were you getting turned on in a situation like this?

“Jaha, l-let... ah!... go of me.” Your exclamation did nothing to deter Jaha’s resolve. In fact, your protest urged him on.

Jaha pinned your hands over your head and finally, lets go of your throat. You breathed in deeply as soon as his fingers liberated your passageway, filling your lungs with the air he had denied you of.

“Let go of you?” An amused, almost sardonic chortle pushed past his jeering lips. “I don’t think your pussy wants me to.”

As to prove his point, the same hand which had held your neck moved in between your legs. You gasped in surprise as his digits pressed firmly against your clit and rubbed circular motions around your sensitive area. Despite yourself, a long-winded moan permeated into the room, combining with the lecherous sounds of your sloshing essence.

“See? You don’t want me to let go of you. In fact, you like this, don’t you?” Jaha stilled himself, carefully inserting his cock fully inside of you. You pussy spasmed around his long length. “Being fucked on a table, in front of strangers? Even a tramp has the decency to find some place private to get her stupid cunt plugged with cocks.”

Tears filled your eyes as his words sunk in. Degradation had not once found its way to Jaha’s lips before. He had always regarded you with love and respect, and not even in your worst rows did he insult you in any way. It was at that moment that all those warnings you did not heed from his disciples sunk in. They warned you of his crazy side, they warned you that he was a mad demon who should not be provoked. And yet, you did just that.

A sob wracked through your perspiring and panting frame. Your lips quivered as you pushed through the pleasure his cock and fingers were giving you. “Don’t – ” You groaned. “ – talk to me... ahh... like that!” You wished to salvage what little self-respect you had at the moment.   

“Haha.” Jaha laughed as he looked down at your dishevelled self. He leaned down and planted his lips against yours. There was no touch of delicateness in his actions, something you were not used to, and you doubted you ever would be. Thus, you move your head – or at least tried to – away from him but your motions must have encouraged him more. You felt him press harder against you and noticed the significant change of pace in his thrusts. Once he drew away from you, with a long string of saliva connecting your drooling lips, he smiled down at you. “You’re my wife-to-be. I can do and say whatever I want to you. Whether I call you a slut or treat you like a cock sleeve, it’s up to me and you’ll like it.”

A tear cascaded down your face. You couldn’t tell whether it was because you were hurt by his statement or excited. He cooed as he caught sight of your sorrows. “Oh, don’t give me your crocodile tears. It doesn’t look good on your pretty face.” Jaha took his hand away from your pussy – you struggled not to whine in protest – and dragged his thumb across your cheek. The dampness on your face was successfully wiped away, but you could smell your own cum smearing against your skin. “Better stop crying or I’m going to give you something else to cry about.”

You wanted to calm down after you heard him, to keep your tears at bay, but you weren’t quick enough. Or better yet, Jaha didn’t give you an ample amount of time to compose yourself. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “No? Have it your way then.”

His hand grabbed a handful of your locks and pulled your head up and off the surface of the desk. You clamoured in pain, but it was replaced with a shrill groan as Jaha pushed into you, the head of his girth knocking against your cervix in the process. The gentleness that you have always perceived in your intimate moments together vanquished, leaving but the carnal need to get you drunk on his cock. He held no empathy for you at present time. You could tell by how intent he was in ruining your insides. But what mortified you was how your body responded eagerly to how disgustingly he was treating you. Your nipples hardened and your pussy clamped around his penis, gripping him greedily every time he pulled away.

A smirk made its way to his lips. “Did you just tighten around my cock?” He chuckled. Your body stiffened, surprised that he had noticed your walls contracting around him. “Do you like being treated like this? Like a whore?” His pelvis halted from slapping against you and boisterous laughter resounded within the room. Your wet eyes turned to observe if some of the disciples had forsaken their initial stance and have shamelessly watched Jaha plug your cunt, but Jaha gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. “If I had known sooner...”

He inclined his body over yours completely. His chest slotted firmly over your own, compressing your lungs in the process. Your mouth opened to breathe. Jaha took this chance to shove his tongue inside you once more, licking and exploring your mouth.

Your wrists shifted under his grasp, trying to free them from his restrain. His tongue moved rapidly inside your mouth, leaving not even a single space uncharted of his dominance. A shudder ran down your spine as his tongue curled around your own, toying with it. You whimpered against his mouth.

“Ah!” Jaha abruptly disconnected himself from the kiss. You remained lying on the table, still taking every pleasurable thrust his cock gave. “You’re so cute like this. Are you sure you didn’t come just because you missed having your pussy screwed and filled?”

Without waiting for your reply, Jaha dove to the crook of your neck. You felt his teeth graze over your skin. He was taunting you.

At long last, his teeth sunk in your soft flesh, puncturing small lacerations against you. The pain that followed was instantaneous. If you hadn’t been in a state of haze, you would’ve been releasing a humiliating string of whimpers and wails. The pleasure and pain overlapped one another. Liquid of the color of crimson leaked from the very flesh your beloved had torn.

You felt Jaha throb inside you. The taste of your saliva and blood mixed in his tastebuds, prompting him to the edge of euphoria.

You took a gander at the disciples present in the room again and although you had suspected already, your eyes widened as you discovered all of them observing you from their respective distance. Your line-of-sight trailed down to their lower garments. The fabric of their clothing was annoyingly thick, and the folds made it almost impossible for you to assess their current condition. The outline may have been discreet, but you could tell that seeing you in your torn open hanfu with their superior using you as his cock sleeve riled them up.

You didn’t want to feel aroused by this, but something within you was enjoying this situation. You tightened around his length despite your own chastise to yourself. He let out a broken sigh of pleasure and wasted no time lapping up your blood. The manner he licked and sucked on your skin was no different from when he had his mouth eating you out.

“You know, [Y/N]. You can’t just come here anytime you want anymore. Not even if you’re my fiancé.” Whispered Jaha into your ear. He stilled his hips for a short while, and his momentary pause felt like an eternity to you. The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly untangled.

You whined in disapproval. With your body moving against your will, your ass pushed back against him. You narrowed your eyes, and bit your lower lip as you took more of his cock. A sense of triumph curtained you as you heard him choke in his own spit when your slit pressed against his balls. You rotated your hips, smearing them with your cum.

“Fuck me, [Y/N].” He exhaled, as he whispered, eyes fluttering to a close. “You have no clue how dangerous it is that you even left home. Times have changed. You can’t do whatever you want just because you feel like it.”

Jaha resumed his thrusts. Somehow, the temporary halt had been a silent way for him to recuperate. The speed at which he pumped into you was quicker, rocking your body up against the table and creating a terribly painful friction against your back. You felt his balls hitting your clit every now and then. Without warning, his fingers released your hair and your head thudded against the table. Before you could register the piercing pain that accumulated at a portion of your skull, his digits travelled back to your thighs, and they stroked your clit softly. You mewled at the sudden feeling, to which he smirked. “And yet you disobeyed my orders to stay at home. And for what exactly, huh?”

His fingers worked wonders on you. They rubbed and stroked furiously, intensifying the build-up in the pit of your stomach. The overwhelming satisfaction was addicting, enough to make you cross-eyed.

“To ask me if I’m alright?” He took his hand away from your union and clutched a bouncing tit, squeezing it. His cock twitched uncontrollably inside you and yet his face showed no signs of nearing release. “You risked your safety for something like that? Did you even think it through?”

Jaha pounded harder inside you, fiercer and more desperate than ever – desperately trying to gratify himself, to hurt you, and make you feel just about everything he desired you to feel.

Your legs trembled as a familiar coil slowly formed within your stomach. Jaha’s cock never ceased its abuse in your hole. His ridges dragged along your insides and his tip bruised your cervix every time his hips snapped forward. Ripples of pleasure coursed throughout your body just as a never-ceasing string of mewls and moans elicited from your drooling mouth.

“Jaha, please...” Your breathless begging came out in a form of a whisper. “I-I can’t – ”

You didn’t think he’d listen to you. You’ve already surmised that nothing you’ll say will ever prompt him back to the man he was to you. But you tried to hide your disappointment when he turned rigid and let go of your wrists. You winced as he slammed his hands on either side of your head.

“Hm?” Your heart raced as Jaha spoke. “What did you say again?”

The words that you had prepared to bellow got hitched in your throat. Uncertainty encompassed your figure as you strove to find an appropriate answer to him that would not result in a harsher punishment – and you dreaded ever knowing what exactly harsher meant for someone like Jaha. Supplying him with an answer that did not satisfy him would give him an opening to make a mockery out of you and have you screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jaha straightened his back and cast his scorching glower over his shoulders, towards his disciples.

“If you have something to say to me or to my fiancé, spit it out.”

His statement sent you into a frenzy of puzzlement. If Jaha had just been a wee harder than he had been now – and God knows in what degree of delirium he would’ve brought you if so – had he abandoned all inhibitions restricting him from making you cry and plead for his cock or his mercy, what little remained of your intellect would be down in the drain and nothing, but his name would be rolling out of your mouth. But you merely laid there, clothing and legs forced open, swallowing a cock whole, and with your juices dripping down your inner thighs.

It occurred to you only after a moment of composing yourself. He was not regarding you when he spoke.

Overcome with Jaha’s length pulsing and twitching inside your cunt, it nearly slipped your mind that the two of you were not alone in the room, and numerous prying and privy pair of eyes were observing your public indecency.

You did not know whether the whine that you produced was from relief or protest when your beloved pulled his cock out of you. He moved away from you swiftly as he slipped his wet dick back in his pants, not once taking his eyes off a particular disciple.

Your gaping pussy was in a perfect position for them to view. Your legs spread wide open, your sore hole leaking with globs of Jaha’s precum and trailing down your puckered ass, clit lathered in your combined essence, cheeks flushed, labored breathing, and tongue sticking out – their heated gazes pierced through your skin. Your vagina spasmed as your mind wandered to what wicked fantasies were raging in their minds.

The silence was heavy and suffocating - you couldn’t even hear the breath of any disciple, just your own mess of a state.

Jaha glanced at your form. For the years you had known him, you thought you could read your husband-to-be with ease. But right now, you couldn’t tell anything about him. His irises were blank, and his expression was laced with no dust of emotion. Perhaps this is what they meant when they called him a mad demon?

He took in the mess he made out of you, and his tongue ran along his lower lip. He placed the tip of his forefinger over your collarbone and slowly, he brought it down to the valley of your breasts, along one of your nipples, and finally settled on your lower belly. A shiver surged down your spine at the sensation of his touch.

Your body moved of its own accord. Your hands, though your wrists throbbed in pain, shakily pressed against the table to raise yourself up but Jaha secured his palm against your stomach, fixating you against the desk before you could even lift a single strand of your hair from its sprawled state. The corners of his eyes had slit, and fury graced what was once a blank canvas of an expression.

“Stay.” He commanded. He said nothing in addition to his simple order, but the threat behind his strict tone was enough for you to swallow your pride and resign to him.

His footsteps were concise and rapid, and before you could understand the situation, a commotion occurred outside your line of vision. Curiosity, ever the mischievous counteragent of discipline, compelled you to prop yourself on your arms and sit up on the table. Your arms moved to enact your will, but your blood ran cold as a sharp holler of pain reached your ear, followed by a distinct sound to a body plummeting to the ground.

No doubt it was the handiwork of Jaha. The little resolve you had accumulated in that short time of peace had vanquished. You lost the feeling of control over your body, and you opted to close your eyes to play blind of the happening just several meters from your nakedness.

“You’re the one who spoke earlier, right?” You winced as your ears picked up the sound of a kick and a tumbling body. A deep voice groaned in agony. “I want to hear what you said again. Can you repeat it?”

You waited for him to reiterate whatever he had said, but silence prevailed. Apprehension ate away at the back of your head.

You heard shuffling, hushed mumbles, and staggering footsteps – and then, you felt a presence close to you and another at the other side of the table.

Regardless of the fear gripping your heart, you fluttered open your eyes. The first thing that welcomed you back to reality was the familiar, handsome face of your husband. He curled a lock of your hair around his index finger. The way he coiled your tresses around his finger was tantalizing. He cocked his head to one side, watching quietly as your strands unfurled from his digit. “How does it feel to stand so close to my whore of a wife?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

Your whole body stiffened as you heard the voice of another man so close by, just by the opposite side of where you were forced to lie. You craned your head up, disregarding the numb pain you were putting on the top of your skull. A disciple – in all his masked glory – stood rigidly before you and Jaha, arms straightened at his sides and gaze forward – or so you wished to believe.

Your heartbeat accelerated. You could almost feel it thrumming in your throat. Having people watch you be screwed was one thing but having another man so close to you in your current state was another. Shame clouded over you. A noblewoman with her tits out, soaping pussy hungry for a cock to fill it, and completely vulnerable for any man to take advantage of – just what would your family say if they saw you like this?

Jaha let out a scoff. “I don’t believe you.” He asserted, glare sharpening. The disciple visibly swallowed. “What did you say about me and my fiancé earlier?”

You eased back to your former position, pupils darting from one direction to another. You did not know the identity of the man behind you. Concern for his safety should have been the last thing on your mind but you could not help feeling sympathy for him. Even strangers who you had thought were sitting at the top of power and control regarded your partner in a light of respect and fear. A lower-ranking underling like him would not survive a single swipe Jaha would deliver.

A clearing of throat. “I-I don’t know anymore, sir.” An obvious lie.

Jaha heaved out a sigh. His brows knitted together. “You don’t know a lot of things, do you? It’s a wonder how you managed to join my sect. Seongtae must have been out of his mind to consider you competent enough to deal with larger matters when you can’t even remember something you said just a moment ago.”

You felt the gentle hand of your partner trailing down the side of your face, as though admiring your beauty. You shuddered at the feeling. His touch wasn’t as warm as when he laid with you in the dead of night. It felt cold, almost unwelcoming, and yet it was delicate. How very confounding.

“You said that I shouldn’t treat my beloved like this.” Uttered Jaha, finally. “Interesting that you think that because I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

His motion was swift. His nails burrowed deeply into your skin as he clenched your jaw. “Look at her.” He moved your face in a direction. Your eyes locked with the masked face of the disciple. “Does she look like she hates being used like this? She’s my wife-to-be. You don’t have a say in how I treat her. Whether I want her to be my own personal slut or not, it’s not up to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Jaha snaked his palm between your thigh and cupped your heat. Immediately, your cum coated his hand. You folded your legs together impulsively, trying to keep his hand from acquiring a vaster coverage of your pussy.

A scoff tumbled out of his scowling lips. “Hey, cut that out.” A gasp escaped your mouth as he palmed your clit in response to your rejection. Your body became rigid. In that short amount of time of your stillness, Jaha managed to find the perfect access to your pussy hole. He stroked your clit faster, broadening the mess at your nether lips. Your nipples hardened at his actions. The vanishing pulse of pleasure returned, knotting once again at your lower belly.

Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. Your heart leapt against your ribcage as a rush of dread struck you. Fighting through the pain circulating around your wrists, your hands enveloped one of his and your front leaned forward, gradually lifting your back from the table. “Jaha, whatever you’re thinking, please,” You implored. “D-Don’t do it – I’m sorry – ”

A yelp pierced through your mouth, followed by a deep intake of air as Jaha slammed you back against the surface. Your breasts bounced at the harsh contact and drifting through the silence of the air was an obscene sound of your pussy squirting.

Jaha threw his head back as laughter rumbled through his chest and filtered out of his mouth. Scarlet shadowed over your cheeks as your eyes stared off to anywhere but to any pair of eyes in the room. The burning gazes from the disciples over your slovenly frame heightened. If Jaha were not here in the room to deter them...

“What a disgusting sound! I knew you were getting off on being watched like this!” He snickered. He cast his sights back on the disciple by the table, an eyebrow raised. “Do you see him, my darling? He seems very, very interested in getting to know you. What better way to make acquittance than being intimate?” Yet another loud gasp tore from your throat as Jaha peeled away from your cunt and smacked it once. A rather disturbing sound of your juices splattering against you and his hand entered your ears. “And it looks to me that you share the same sentiment.”

A confusing feeling erupted from within you. Fear and thrill of what was to come. You have never laid with another man before, much less a stranger whose identity you do not know of. But as you continue to run over the idea, the more menacingly it seemed to loom over you. You are a nobleman whose parents expect you to bring honor to them in any way. Letting a man who is not your husband have his way with you will not only reflect on you, but the reputation of your clan.

Jaha leaned down until you felt his hot breath fan over your ear. He whispered. “Relax, [Y/N]. I’m not going to let him fuck you.” You didn’t know whether to take comfort from his words or not. “Just let me have this for now.”

He poised himself back to his original height. Your eyes dilated as he brought his slick-covered hand to his mouth. His tongue slowly wrapped around every inch of his fingers, tasting you in every lap of his pink muscle.

Jaha’s black hair bounced as he moved his head back, humming in absolute delight. “Ahh,” He moaned, tone laced with honey and ecstasy. “You taste so good, my darling.” He studied the disciple near the table with an innocent smile – the kind that was so innocent that a sense of foreboding trickled from it. “I’m sure you’re just dying to have a taste of her.”

The disciple cleared his throat with a firm cough. His jaw twitched. “You’re mistaken, sir. I don’t wish to... taint anything precious to you.”

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that kiss attitude. You don’t get to play Mister Respectful after what you said earlier.” Abandoning his place beside you, Jaha rounded the desk and took a step forward until he stood beside the disciple. It was outstandingly comical, the scene presented before you – a tall man breaking in sweat at the presence of a man shorter than him, whose face was woven in youth and innocence. Anyone who didn’t know better would easily be deceived. But the circumstances were dire, not only for you.

Jaha set his left palm on the smooth surface of the table and distributed his weight on his left arm. His head tilted to the side. In a flash, Jaha’s hand grasped roughly a handful of his subordinate’s hair and forced the poor male to level with him until their noses brushed against each other. You did not know if your eardrums deceived you, but you could’ve sworn a whimper of fright washed over the disciple’s quaking lips as Jaha appraised him in lights of displeasure and irritation.

“I’m feeling quite generous today.” Jaha declared out of nowhere. “Why don’t you get to know my fiancé? It’s a privilege I don’t give to many, so be grateful.” With a harsh shove, the disciple staggered ever so slightly, trying hopelessly to regain his equilibrium that his superior had thrown off.

With the colors he was shamelessly flaunting before you at this moment, it didn’t take you quite a lot of time to deduce what sick scheme he had formulated in his mind. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins goaded your body to move even if the danger that was your partner observed you under a sharp gaze. Your legs shifted and slipped against the wood and your hands desperately tried to make a purchase on any leverage as the need to engulfed your senses and rationality.

Tantalizing red hues rolled at your pathetic display. “Huh.” Jaha hummed.

Your eyes glimmered with hope as you finally found your balance and body coordination. You sat up on the table, and just as you were about to place all your weight on your feet, a hand enveloped your arm and pulled you until your back was slotted against a firm chest.

“I love how you think you can escape. You looked so cute smiling a bit there.” Jaha chuckled in your ear. He planted a soft kiss on your exposed neck as his hands snaked to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them.

“Jaha, stop,” You felt dampness at the sides of your face again. “Haven’t you done enough?”

But to you, it seemed that your plea passed through one ear to the other as Jaha locked his arms over your waist, hands sliding lower and lower until you felt him touch your pussy. A broken and strained moan broke through your lips as his fingers slid in and out of your hole. Your fingers scratched against his clothes until they curled tightly on the cloth. Your inner thighs and bunched hanfu were covered in your thick juices.

Oh God, what will the people think of me now?

“So wet.” Muttered Jaha. “For me? Or for that disciple of mine?”

Without waiting for your answer, you were shocked to feel Jaha’s forefinger draw a soft line on your slit. He dragged it along several more times, varnishing his digit completely of your wetness. He faced the disciple with a beaming smile. “Here, go ahead and have a taste.”

You averted your gaze away, praying to whatever God that was willing to bestow even the smallest of mercy over you. A small part of you wanted to avert your gaze back, and see the exchange, but another part of you wished to remain in the darkness and the little solitude you had and wait for refusal or acceptance of the disciple to his Masters order.

Perhaps it was insensitive of you but whatever misfortune fell over him, you silently aspired for it to happen sooner. You promised yourself, even outside of your vows, that no other man would lay a hand on you other than he who you chose to marry, and now the very man you’ve promised your life and loyalty to is offering you to another man.

Disgust tugged at your heartstrings. Never in your life have you been more repulsed with yourself and with the man you loved.

“Oh?” You winced as boisterous laughter from your betrothed bounded against the walls of his workspace. It’s shrill and menacing, just like him. “You didn’t – oh, this is hilarious! You actually tried to lick my finger?”

Momentary relief washed over you. Jaha took a second to pause, surveying his subordinates, as though waiting for some of them to speak up against him, but he was welcomed only with terse quietude. All eyes averted from the mad demon, and the corner of his lips curved up.

He appraised the disciple whose head was lowered in humiliation. The rigidness that he had once exuded had disappeared, instead replaced with total surrender.

Jaha popped his finger in his mouth, licking your juices off. “That was stupid, but at least I know you have guts. Maybe you do have some qualities to become a martial artist.”

You craned your head to look at Jaha. Your heart palpitated faster when you found him staring at you, a jeering sneer painted over his visage. With one hand, he gripped your throat tight. A choking sound stumbled out of your mouth as you struggled to inhale. Slowly, very slowly – one could easily be fooled into assuming he was being delicate with you – he guided you to your feet.

With all the stimulation you had received, your control over your body had disoriented and combined with the constriction on your throat, you struggled to find your balance. However, all your efforts were in vain as Jaha released you. Without the leverage his hold provided, your knees gave way and your whole body fell limply on the ground. You hissed in pain as your knee scraped against the wooden floors.

Jaha claimed his position in front of you and kneeled. You veered your head away from him and your hands hurriedly scrunched the front of your hanfu to cover your breasts. Jaha exhaled through his nose. “Don’t piss me off.” His fingers gripped one hand of yours tightly and tore it away from your chest. Your breast bounced back into view. He did the same procedure to your other hand until your breasts were both revealed to everyone again.

Jaha lowered his head until his nose brushed against your own. His cutting gaze scrutinized your wide, teary eyes. And he laughed.

“You’re so cute.”

To your utter surprise, his lips fell upon yours, silencing any sobs you could’ve made. Comforting warmth spread throughout your body and you found yourself reciprocating his affection. This wasn’t something you anticipated, not after everything he’s done so far.

Jaha has always had the ability to string you back to him, no matter what.

He withdrew from you. “Calm down. I’m not going to let him touch you.” He consoled. You looked into his eyes. You searched for any hint of dishonesty or hidden cruelty beneath the eyes you’ve come to love so much. Words couldn’t express the relief that struck your heart when you found none. Was it stupid for you to trust him blindly like that? Yes. But it wasn’t like you had any choice.

Your lips parted to question what he was going to do next, but Jaha stood back up and retreated from you. He ventured towards the disciple whose joints knotted in apprehension as your fiancé approached him. Your hands came to cover your private parts – although it was a little too late for that. As you scanned the room, you noticed that the other disciples either had their heads hung low or shifted to the side, looking at the walls or the floor. None of them were looking at you.

“Move!”

You turned back to your fiancé and the disciple he had been having a grand time toying with. Your chest tightened in apprehension as Jaha shoved the man towards you. His left foot caught on his right foot, and he lost his balance. You closed your eyes and shifted your body as far as you could when the disciple fell in front of you.

The mad demon got on one knee next to him, gripping his curls. “Watch closely, okay?”

The disciple simply nodded in submission.

Jaha turned to you. “Open your legs.”

Your eyes widened. “What? No – ”

“I didn’t ask.” Your blood ran cold at the tone of his voice. “I said open your legs.”

Without another word, you lifted your hanfu skirt and slowly opened your legs. Redness took over your cheeks as you heard the audible squelch as your opening spread.

“You see that?” Jaha glances at the disciple. “Do you like that? Do you want to put your cock inside her?”

The disciple was visibly frozen. Even with his mask, you could feel his heated stare on you. A noticeable bulge tented the fabric of his lower garment.

Despite yourself, a shot of arousal coursed through your system. Your mind swirled with ideas that should’ve made you sick but didn’t. Something about the thought of taking another man with your husband-to-be watching tightened the coil at your abdomen.

You wanted to avert your eyes from the erection the disciple possessed but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move. You gulped.

Having a stranger’s cock enter you, forcing your hole to accommodate his girth and pleasure him as your fiancé watched nearby, the other nameless disciples unable to do anything but spare glances your way, smothering back their own arousals as their fellow fucked their superior’s woman...

Jaha spoke. “Wider.”

You did as told without hesitation. Using his other hand, Jaha places two fingers over your pussy lips. You bit your lower lip as he stroked your clit. With his index and middle finger, he pried them, revealing more of your drenched hole to everyone in the room.

“Ahh,” Your shoulders tensed when a finger penetrated your pussy. Your toes curled as he thrusted in and out experimentally, as if assessing your cunt.

“Nice and wet, just for you.” Jaha took his finger out of you and toyed with your stickiness. “Isn’t my wife just so darling? Even to men she doesn’t know, she prepares herself. Makes me wonder how many times she’s been aroused by having her male servants surround her.”

The disciple’s head bobbed as Jaha let go of his hair. He stood up as he stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking your cum off. “Well?” Jaha chimed, smiling down at the two of you. “What are you waiting for?”

You thought your neck would snap as you turned to face the disciple. You did not know what was happening behind his mask. But you did know that though his fear prevailed, he couldn’t ignore the twitching and growing bulge in his pants.

Controlled by his fear, and the throb between his legs, the disciple – with quivering hands – shakily undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his thighs. Your pussy pulsed at the sight of a large cock springing eagerly at your face. Veins ran along the base of his massive girth with precum drooling down its sides from its blood engorged tip.

It’s big – you thought – but not as big as Jaha.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down as he did a once over at your form – sitting prettily below him, nipples hard, and legs spread wide open with a wet pussy begging to be fucked. You must have been quite a sight to behold, you realized, as you heard the disciple heave a shuddering sigh.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself a few times. A thick, pearl of precum formed at his head. His palm gathered his slickness and lathered it all over his entire length.

You stared intently at him. Your tongue wiggled inside of your mouth, wishing to lick the disciple silly. But soon enough, horror dawned over you when you processed your own thoughts. This wasn’t like you. Turned on from another man’s cock – God knows what Jaha would do if he discovered you liking this.

You took a gander at your fiancé.

“Jaha.” You whispered. “Must we do this?”

Jaha exhaled sharply through this nose. A smirk danced over his lips. “But you’re liking this!” He declared. “Why would I want to stop?”

Your attention reverted back to the disciple when you heard his breathing grow heavier. He stood before you with his hard cock in his hand, still pumping and producing precum. It stood proudly close to your face that you could smell the disgusting odor of his dick.

“Don’t drool too much, [Y/N].” You heard Jaha say jokingly.

The disciple gulped. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

A puzzling mix of terror and desire developed within you as the disciple murmured his apology and at the same time, he got on his knees and aligned his cock at your entrance. Your hands moved to push away but the icy glare Jaha sent you forced you to stop.

Depite Jaha saying that he would not let the man touch you, it seemed like he was truly gonna go through with this. The only thing you could do was hope for this to end as soon as possible.

You shut your eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable feeling of the head of his cock prod against your nether but... nothing happened. A scream of hurt and fear and a body falling on the floor prompted you to open your eyes.

The first thing that you saw was Jaha standing before you, his back facing you. Your line-of-sight trailed down and you saw the disciple sprawled on the floor, his mask discarded somewhere under the table and his hands clutching a part of his face. The lust he had felt dissipated as Jaha towered over him.

“Ah, it appalls me just how far your stupidity can go.”

Jaha circled around the disciple, and finally you saw his expression. A smile – no. What you saw playing over Jaha’s face was the furthest thing from a smile. It resembled one, but the darkness behind it wouldn’t consider it a smile.

Your nails dug into your palms as you watched Jaha from your respective distance. Never have you seen him so intimidating, so frightening. Seeing him like this, you didn’t think you’d like. The heat in your stomach was so intense. You rubbed your thighs together as you continued watching him.

You didn’t flinch when Jaha pressed his foot against the disciple’s abdomen. “What made you think you can fuck my wife?” His question was simple and yet held so much authority in its inflexion.

“But you said–”

Jaha pressed more on his abdomen, successfully eliciting a whimper from the lower rank. “Think about it, you fucker. You’ve worked under me for so long and you can’t tell if I’ll really allow you to fuck my wife?” The atmosphere and temperature, dreadful it had already been, dropped to the point where everyone but you feared for their lives. Jaha’s gaze landed on the other man’s cock, and laughter bubbled out of his mouth. “Take a good look at yourself. Do you think that can pleasure her?” He threw his head back, still laughing. “I doubt she’d even feel a thing if you put it in her.”

The disciple heeded no mind to the mortifying degradation his superior said to him and attempted to compose himself. 

"Please, sir, forgive me!"

Jaha clicked his tongue. “Now you’re begging for forgiveness?” He shook his head. “Listen... I understand that you have been born stupid, but did you really think I wouldn’t recognize my own disciples?”

Your eyes widened as you saw Jaha grip the man’s throat and lift him up into the air. “Whoever sent you here... must be as stupid as you are. You really thought I wouldn’t notice you milking the others for information? How ridiculous.”

You could feel your heartbeat thundering against your eardrums as Jaha flexed his hand. So, the reason Jaha was being so cruel to this one man was because he was a spy. But still...

Quickly, you rose to your feet, ignoring how you stumbled as you did. “Jaha, don’t– ”

Jaha ignored you once more. He narrowed his eyes at the "disciple”, the smile dropping from his face. “Well... anyway, if you survive, I’ll consider forgiving you.”

It all happened too fast. Jaha gripping the man’s throat tighter, the blinding flash of lightning, the blood curling scream tearing through the silence, promptly followed by the thud of a lifeless body.

You felt your legs give out once more, and soon enough found yourself on the ground. Your eyes remained rooted on the man’s corpse.

Jaha fluttered his hand, mimicking a motion of a nobleman ridding himself off the dirt that got on his hand. “Take this thing out and get out of here.”

The other disciples have not yet even taken a step forward to enact his order when Jaha suddenly took a lock of your hair in his hold. You turned to look at him only to be greeted by his massive dock slapping against your face, smearing your cheek with precum.

“Now,” Jaha smirked, eyes glinting with lust. “Suck.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice. Your mouth took him whole quickly, slurping sloppily at his cock. His hand ran through your hair and his head moved back. He pushed your head forward, forcing you to take him in deeper. The sound of you choking filled the room. Not even the heavy footsteps of the disciples as they dragged away their “colleague” from the room could compete with the obscene sounds you were making.

“Fuck, fuck, just like that.” He released your hair and stroked your locks once again. You looked up at Jaha. This wasn’t the first time you’ve sucked him off. You’ve lost count of the times he’s requested you to suck him when he was stressed over matters, he never told you of. But even so, you never get tired of seeing him like this – flushed face, furrowed eyebrows, and completely at your mercy.

You pulled away from his cock and ran your tongue over the ridges. You left long strips of saliva on the base and proceeded to give kitty licks and the occasional sharp suck on the head of his cock. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to alleviate your lust. You didn’t hear the door close, but you knew it did when Jaha pulled your mouth from his cock and forced you to your feet.

You haven’t even fully recovered from the haze of lust from sucking, but already he had you against the wall. With one hand clutching your jaw, he used the other to lift your hanfu, showing your pussy to him.

“Jaha!... Wait – fuck!”

He didn’t have the time to listen to you. He pushed the head of his cock past your pussy lips, and with one single thrust, he’d bottomed out inside of you again.  

Jaha pounded into you hard. He did not let you adjust to his intrusion, leaving you mewling and dragging your nails on his back. The sound of his hips smacking against yours have once again filled the room, much like earlier. The only difference was that this time there were no foreign eyes watching the two of you. A series of moans escaped your mouth as your pussy fluttered and gripped your fiancée’s cock. Your precum was scattering all over your thighs at his every thrust. Jaha bit and sucked at your skin, marring your flesh with his possessive marks. He had always been this way. Leaving love bites on any place he could to show his possession over you.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face when that guy showed his cock to you.” You wailed pitifully as Jaha took your breasts in his hands. Without faltering in his pace, he fondled and mauled with your hardened and sensitive nubs. His combined ministrations caused your eyes to roll back and your tongue to slip out of your mouth.

He inhaled sharply. He gazed deeply in your eyes. “You wanted him inside of you.”

“No...! ”

One of his hands released your tit and came down to slap your ass. You whimpered in pleasure.

“Don’t even lie. I know what I saw.” He pressed his heaving chest against yours. Your breasts squishing against him. “Why do you think I killed him?”

You gasped, but you didn’t know whether it was from the shock of his confession or the harsh slamming of his hips against yours. “You killed him because–”

You assumed it was because he was a spy, but...

“ – because I was jealous, that’s right.” He breathed out, half lidded eyes gazing heatedly at you. “You don’t want to know what else I’ll do when you make me jealous.”

You felt his cock throb inside you. You moaned, and you began to meet his movement, moving your hips up and down as much as you could in your current position.

“Jaha...” You moaned his name. You kept getting pushed to the edge of euphoria.  

“Shit, you’re gripping me so tight.” Jaha took your ass in his hands and bounced you on his cock along the rhythm of his thrusts. “Are you going to cum?”

Your capability to speak was stolen from you – all too drunk on the way his cock kept brushing on a spongy spot in your pussy – so your head could only nod in answer.

“Cum with me then, [Y/N]. Show me how good I’m making you feel!”

The coil in your abdomen unravelled, and so did you. Your release rocked your whole body. Your body arched against Jaha, and your hips rode him faster, prolonging your release. Jaha spluttered in surprise, his hands digging into your ass as he followed. You swore you would find bruises the next day. Strings of his thick load shot inside your pussy one after another, slowly filling you to the brim until warmth spread across your abdomen.

He moaned in your ear. You shuddered when his hot breath fanned your neck. His voice was deep. You could never get used to him moaning like that so close to you.

“Take it all in, baby. Take my cum, take it.” Jaha whispered in your ear. You whined as he released deep inside you. His head fell on your shoulder as he filled you up. He pumped his deflating cock in and out of you, making sure none of his cum went to waste. All your cunt could do was greedily milk all his cum, as it was used to doing.

You could feel your legs tremble every now and then as globs of his load drooled out from your union, snaking down your inner thigh and plopping noisily against the ground.

Ripples of pleasure from your release slowly exited your body, and the unbearable weight of fatigue dawned over you. Your legs straightened and your arms coiled around your partner’s neck. You rested your head over the crook of his neck and slumped your entire weight against him.

Jaha wrapped his arms around you. A hum thrummed in his throat. “Tired?”

You nodded once. “Mm.. yes.”

“Well, that’s too bad.” A strangled gasp flourished from your lips and your irises expanded when you felt your walls expand as Jaha gradually hardened inside of you again. Still sensitive from your recent orgasm, your body did not take too long to elicit an enthusiastic response to the stimulus, and you began clenching around his girth. He took hold of your chin between his fingers, a broad smirk that sent shivers down your spine etching across his face.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

[yerrenica]

Pairing: Jaha Lee x Reader WC: 6.2k Tags: Eventual smut, semi-public smut. Prompt: Modern (Band) AU

"Fucking hell, you're messing up the tempo."

Jaha looked up from where he was hunched over one of his guitars, locking eyes with [Y/N]. "I'm not."

"You are." She frowned, plucking at the strings of her own. Pushing herself up with one hand, she readjusted her position on the floor so her back propped against the drum set behind her. "You're going too fast."

"I'm not." Jaha repeated, eyes shifting to the guitar in his hands. He settled his gaze upon one of the googly-eyed stickers on it. It was a sticker [Y/N] got him a few weeks ago—a googly-eyed rabbit. He's grown unusually fond of it, albeit at the moment it was the most irritating thing to look at.

"You're forgetting who's the teacher here."

"And you're forgetting who's in a band, and who isn't."

[Y/N] huffed. Jaha was the one in a band, and she was a mere fan... well, a childhood friend—turned guitar instructor—turned fan. [Y/N] rolled her eyes. "And who got you into this band, hm?"

"Shut it."

"You shut it." She muttered, grabbing a drumstick from the floor before chucking it across the room at Jaha, who quickly ducked with a mocking laugh.

"Dokgo will kill you if you lose his sticks, you dumbass."

"Good." Huffing, [Y/N] put both hands back on her guitar, positioning her fingers on the frets. "I'd rather die than have to keep helping you practise." She played a few chords experimentally as she spoke before looking back up at Jaha.

Jaha rolled his eyes. "If you stopped being such a prissy bitch we would've already been done with today."

"I'm not a... prissy bitch."

Jaha hummed, shifting his fingers on the strings. [Y/N]'s eyes followed the movement and the way Jaha's expression quickly turned into a smirk. "That's what a prissy bitch would say."

"Bastard." She scowled. "Bitch is an offensive word, anyway."

"Yeah, offensive to you."

"Oh my–" [Y/N] cut herself off with a sigh. "Can we just finish? I'm tired." She mumbled as her fingers flew over her guitar in a blur, quickly playing a sped-up version of the riff they were practising. Jaha glared at the woman.

"Fucking show off."

She laughed triumphantly. "You're just mad you're not as good as me."

"Quit kissing your own ass." Jaha enunciated, his eyes drifting back to his guitar. The sticker pissed him off even more right now. "And let's start from the beginning."

The woman nodded, keeping up her jubilant smirk. Experimentally playing the first few chords, Jaha set the pace. After a few beats, he began to quietly hum the lyrics, his voice getting louder at the chorus as [Y/N] watched him intently before starting the riff.

It was their best run-through yet—[Y/N]'s hand started to cramp as she changed chords too many times too quickly, but she pushed through, wincing slightly. This was one of the few reasons she wasn't in any band and instead kept her hobby strictly a hobby—her hands weren't suited for professional playing, even though she had the desire and the passion.

[Y/N] stopped her part (which wasn't hers as she wasn't in the band) as Jaha played his guitar solo, and [Y/N]'s gaze locked onto the way his fingers moved so fast against the frets and plucked the strings, playing the riff perfectly. He was good—he was great, and [Y/N] knew that even though she'd never admit it. Deep down, she envied him. The fact that he, who only started playing because she asked him to was in a band, but she wasn't. It gnawed at her heart most nights. Her hand trembled slightly as she cleared her throat quietly and snapped back out of her trance, helping him finish off the song.

They played the last part, and Jaha furrowed his brows in concentration as he finished. Sitting in silence, they looked at each other.

"That was good." [Y/N] said, taking her hands off the guitar. As she did, the cramp flared up again, and she clutched at her wrist with a grimace. "Shit—"

"You okay?" Jaha's voice sounded uncharacteristically soft at that moment. Looking over, she saw Jaha's concerned gaze, which made her heart race for a split moment. "Fucking hand cramp."

"Again?" Jaha grimaced. The woman nodded, biting her lower lip in discomfort, and Jaha quickly placed his guitar down before crawling over.

"Give it." He took her hand in his own larger one, gently spreading [Y/N]'s fingers as she hissed in pain. Massaging out the muscle, he pressed hard at her palm.

"Motherfu—..." [Y/N] bit down on her lower lip even harder as the pain shot through her wrist, before slowly subsiding. She was unusually pain intolerant when it came to hand cramps. She gasped, fingers twitching as relief flooded through her hand. "Dammit..."

Keeping his eyes on the woman's hand, Jaha parted his lips to speak. "Better?" [Y/N] gave a nod and a hum. Jaha's touch lingered on her hand for a moment longer, before his eyes travelled up to meet the woman's face. He was too close.

"You—" His expression hardened again before he sighed. "Quit doing that." He moved his thumb to brush over her lower lip. "You're going to split your lip open and bleed out."

Her breath almost hitched as she felt his touch on her lip, though she quickly composed herself, moving her head back, away from his hand. "That doesn't even make sense."

"Knowing you, you'd be the first to set a record for the dumbest way to bleed out." He hesitantly moved his hand away, almost as though he didn't wish to before backing away completely.

[Y/N] scowled before sighing. "Anyway, how do you not get cramps?" She shook her hand off as she asked. "You play harder stuff most of the time."

Jaha shrugged. "Dunno. Guess I'm just good with my fingers."

[Y/N] stared at him, her gaze travelling down to his long fingers. She felt a warmth pool in her stomach. "Yeah." She muttered quietly before shifting her eyes back down to her hand.

There was a momentary silence between the two as Jaha began placing his stuff back in its place. As he did so, he glanced over at [Y/N], who was still sitting on the floor, gazing down at her hand. He felt his heart ache for a split second as he observed her expression. Her eyebrows were drawn together in a stubborn furrow, creating a distinct line across her forehead. Her eyes, detached and muted, fixated on the skin she was picking at around her thumb.

He knew no words could comfort her, but the least he could do was reach out. "Any plans after this?"

She looked up to find him standing in front of her, his eyes scrutinizing her. "Oh, no." She quickly stood up, handing him her guitar so he could put it back into its rightful place.

"Let's go to the mall then."

She blinked a few times, drawing out the silence between them. "Why? Need something?"

Jaha cleared his throat, trying his hardest to keep eye contact. "Sunglasses." He said bluntly, albeit it was a lie. If he had told her that she seemed upset, and that's why he invited her out, she would've refused to go, but lying for such a reason didn't make him feel any less awkward.

"Sooo... you need my genius fashion advice?" She grinned, placing one hand on her hip.

"Alright. Forget it." He walked past her, going towards the door. The woman giggled as she followed him.

"Learn to take a joke, Jaha."

"Learn to stop being one."

The woman let out a dramatic gasp, jogging up to Jaha who was, for some reason, walking way too fast at the moment. She clutched her shirt where her heart was in a theatrical way. "Woah, low blow, low blow, low blow."

"You talk too much." He murmured as he picked up his skateboard.

"But you love listening to me talk." The woman spoke in a way that told Jaha that she was teasing, but he couldn't deny that statement either way. He simply huffed as he walked out of the studio with his skateboard in tow under his armpit.

"I thought we were heading to the mall?"

Jaha glanced at her before placing the skateboard down and positioning one foot on top of it. "We are."

"So what's with the board?"

"You can walk while I skate." He smirked before pushing himself forward and skating off further ahead.

The woman's mouth went slightly agape as she watched him. "You fucker..." She murmured. She was about to jog up to him once more but decided against it. After a few moments, Jaha made a U-turn and skated back up to [Y/N], stopping in front of her with a smirk.

"Hey." He gazed down at her shorter form. "Wanna try?"

"Skating?"

Jaha nodded. "Yeah."

"I can't." She hesitated, gazing down at the board on the ground. "I'll fall."

"I'll catch you." Jaha spoke as he moved his foot off the board, and moved to stand closer to [Y/N], placing his hand on her forearm.

She paused, contemplating it briefly before nodding, without actually having done any contemplating. "If I break something, it's your fault."

Giving her a grin, Jaha slightly tightened his grip around her forearm, dragging her further ahead so she was closer to the board.

"Step on." he said, gesturing to it. [Y/N] hesitantly did, wobbling a bit. She grabbed onto Jaha's shoulder, holding it firmly as the other touched her elbow to steady her. "Okay, good."

"Now... what?"

Jaha touched one of her legs, hands brushing against her bare skin. [Y/N] suppressed a shudder as she moved it into the right position. "You're gonna wanna use that leg to push yourself along, and then place it back onto the board in that position."

"I'll fall." She repeated, fingers digging into Jaha's shoulders harder. 

"Don't be a pussy, and you won't fall." His words were terse, but his touch was gentle as he held [Y/N]'s hand. Nonetheless, [Y/N] glared at him. Jaha gave her hand a squeeze, giving her a strangely reassuring smile which made the woman look away. "Go on."

She sighed, following the man's instructions. Jaha walked along with her as she skated slowly, tightening her grip on his hand every time she wobbled.

He watched fondly as he spoke with a smile. "You're getting it." [Y/N] looked over, and as she did she lost balance slightly. Jaha reached out before she could fall, placing a strong hand on her waist to stop her. "Keep going."

The woman pushed on, finding it difficult to concentrate. The fingers on her waist briefly tightened each time she was poised to fall, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling. She hated this. The way the softness of his touch on her hand and waist made her feel. The way he was so extremely close to her. The way he smelled like a man. The way he sounded so husky right next to her ear. Everywhere she could feel his presence was on fire. Her whole body was burning up. She absolutely detested this. Screw whoever thought that putting her in this situation would be a great idea.

"Doing so well." Jaha breathed. His face was ridiculously close to [Y/N]'s, and she felt hot air hit her neck as he spoke. She pushed along again, and Jaha continued. "Yeah, just like that."

"Stop dirty talking into my ear." The woman hissed, shoving him away with her arm. The force of it pushed her back, and the board slipped from under her as Jaha let go. She fell to the hard ground, elbows scraping on the slightly rough surface. "Ow—"

Sitting up, she twisted her elbow around to see a slight graze.

"Shit, you good?" Jaha came up to her, kneeling down to take hold of her arm. 

"My ass hurts more, dickface."

"You're the one who pushed me." Jaha retorted, staring at her incredulously. 

"Because you were, fucking, all like, 'Oh yeah... just like that', and—" Jaha slapped a hand over her mouth to stop the lewd string of moans after noticing a few people giving them looks. Usually, he wouldn't give a shit if someone was staring, but for some reason, he didn't want anyone to hear [Y/N] like that, not even when the noises she was making weren't genuine.

"Okay, I get it." He said, forcing down a laugh. "I didn't sound like that, though."

[Y/N] pushed his hand away. "Yeah, you were worse."

Jaha stood up, kicking up his board before catching it with his hand. Pulling the woman to her feet, he smiled. "How's your arm?"

"Just a scratch." The woman frowned, rubbing at it. As she did, she noticed how hard Jaha was trying to control his smile, almost as though he was stifling laughs. Then the realization hit her.

"You— You did that on purpose!"

At long last, Jaha let out a series of laughs. "Sorry, I—" He breathed in after a few more chuckles. "I couldn't help myself."

"Oh my God, you are a little shit." She kicked his shin lightly, making Jaha giggle even more. A faint blush tainted her cheeks (be it from embarrassment or how Jaha's smile reached his eyes). She huffed softly, beginning to walk away.

Soon enough, they reached the mall, entering it with soft sighs as the cold air hit them, contrasting the scorching heat outside. [Y/N] hummed. "You said you need sunglasses?"

Jaha tilted his head slightly. "Huh?" Then he remembered the lie he had told the woman. "Oh, yeah."

They made their way into a clothes shop, and [Y/N]'s eyes darted around until they landed on a sunglasses rack in the corner. Grabbing Jaha's arm, she pulled him along to it.

"Try these on." She said, picking up a pair of aviators before turning to Jaha. She handed them over, watching as he slid them onto his face to look in the mirror. She nodded in approval. "They look good on you."

Jaha stared in the mirror for a moment, his face stoic, as always. "I look like a douchebag."

"You are a douchebag." The woman smiled, turning to look at him through the reflection in the mirror. "Now you're a chic douchebag."

"They fucking make me look like a high school bully." He curled his lip, taking them off his face from one handle. They bent a bit, and the woman quickly snatched them back to put them on the shelf carefully. 

"Weren't you? Back in high school?"

Jaha turned to her, raising his eyebrows. "Me?" He said, pointing to his face. "Is this the face of a bully?"

Scoffing, [Y/N] grabbed another pair, handing them to him. "There's a reason most people are afraid to talk to you."

"On the contrary." He paused for a moment. "I was the one getting beat up back then."

The woman paused before pushing the glasses on Jaha's face. "Did they stick your head in the toilets or shove you into lockers?"

Jaha couldn't help but chuckle softly, positioning the glasses on his face better. "No. I don't think that shit happens."

"If you say so." The woman handed yet another pair of sunglasses to Jaha. "Tell me their names and I'll fuck them up for you."

Rolling his eyes fondly, Jaha batted her away. "Yeah, okay. Not about to send you to your death, [Y/N]." After placing the glasses he had in hand back into their place, Jaha grabbed her face, sliding a pair of sunglasses over her eyes before stepping away.

He nodded. "Perfect."

[Y/N] turned back to the mirror, before turning back to Jaha with a scowl. "Fuck you." She reached up to take the cream-coloured middle-finger frames off her face, but Jaha quickly stopped her.

"I'll pay for them." He said desperately as he tried to hold in a laugh. He grinned as he spoke, and [Y/N] wanted to punch his perfectly straight teeth out. "Sound good?"

Folding her arms, she faced the mirror once more, letting out a sigh. "Fuck you." She repeated but made no attempt to remove them this time.

Jaha chuckled lightly, taking them off her along with his own pair of sunglasses, and they made their way to the counter to pay. He made no attempts at small talk with the cashier whilst [Y/N] stood there, staring at him, and before long they were walking out with a bag in hand.

"Put them on now." Jaha said, reaching in to grab them. His own glasses were perched on top of his head.

"Uh, no. No way in hell am I wearing those in public."

"You could style them." He suggested. He was clearly taunting her again with that snarky smirk on his face.

She stared at the way the frames had two middle fingers up, and she scrunched her nose. "I'll style them up your ass."

"Hm." Jaha smirked, placing the sunglasses on [Y/N]'s head. He was amused at the way the woman made no actual attempt to remove them. "Let's go eat."

[Y/N] felt her heart race. This was starting to seem like a date, rather than a simple outing between friends. Nonetheless, she agreed, and they began walking around the mall, looking for a suitable place to eat at. They walked past multiple restaurants, yet the one that caught Jaha's eye was...

Jaha looked around, eyes landing on a store in the corner of the mall. He halted. "Is that a... dick waffle shop?" He pointed to the bright pink sign.

The woman's mouth went slightly agape. "No fucking way." She laughed, grabbing his hand, and practically dragging him towards it. "Let's go check it out."

"What? Are you—" Before he could refuse and turn around, they had already entered inside. He groaned. "I don't want a dick waffle."

"Tough." The woman smiled as they looked around the 'restaurant'. Loud, obnoxious music played through the speakers that were placed in the corners of the ceiling, and the inside itself was covered in cheap-looking neon signs and plastic dick-shaped objects. Jaha reluctantly allowed himself to be taken to the front counter, and they both peered through the glass cabinet.

"What do you want?" The woman giggled.

"To leave."

She elbowed him in the side, and he stumbled a bit, catching himself on the glass. "Woah, didn't think you'd be so desperate." She mocked the way his hands landed on the glass, making Jaha groan in frustration and quickly step away.

He was glaring at her.

The woman ignored his lack of a response as her eyes drifted back to the waffles. "Anyway, I'll choose for you."

Jaha folded his arms, looking around as [Y/N] decided what to get. "Fucking hell... why is it so expensive?" She complained. "We'll share."

Jaha snapped his head back to look at her. "I'm not sharing a dick waffle with you."

[Y/N] gave him a look from the side. "You want your own?" Jaha was silent at that, and she grinned, turning to the guy at the counter to order; brown hair, and brown eyes—a stark contrast to the colourful dick waffles presented near him.

Jaha walked off to find a table as she ordered—eventually choosing a small corner table for the two of them. It was out of sight from the main part of the shop, which he thought was best. He'd rather not be seen in a place like this.

[Y/N] came over after a while holding a box, and she pulled out her chair to take a seat opposite Jaha. She opened the lid, and they both stared at it.

"That's fucking horrific." Jaha commented, looking back up at the grinning woman. He picked it up, holding it by the stick as white chocolate sauce began to drip down the sides.

"Looks tasty though." She spoke nonchalantly as she watched Jaha twirl it around, trying not to let stuff fall off it.

Jaha was silent for a moment, and then he smirked, locking eyes with the woman. "Open your mouth."

"What?" As she parted her lips to speak, Jaha moved forwards, forcing the waffle into her mouth. She made a noise of surprise that was muffled by the thing in her mouth, clutching at Jaha's arm as he laughed, lightly thrusting it inside. The woman gagged, and it was as though something darkened in Jaha's gaze. After a few moments, Jaha pulled away.

White chocolate mixed with saliva dripped down her chin, and she wiped at it with the back of her hand. Looking up, she glared daggers at the man, trying to catch her breath.

"What are you? A mental case?"

"Hey, you were the one who dragged me here." He said, still sneering. "Besides, that's what you're supposed to do with these." He pointed up to the small television in the corner that was displaying a couple doing the same thing. The woman shuddered.

"That's nasty. Vile."

Jaha handed [Y/N] a tissue, and she wiped the rest of her mouth.

"Still wanna eat it?" He asked as he placed the waffle back into the box. The woman observed it and then sighed dejectedly. "It's all soggy now."

"Oh, yeah." Jaha hummed, his face stoic. "Looks gross now."

"And whose fault is that?" Pushing up from the chair, [Y/N] placed a hand on her hip. The woman noted the way Jaha was looking at her and backed away a bit, her heart skipping a beat. "What?"

He snapped out of his trance and shrugged it off, walking past her as he tugged on the collar of his shirt slightly. He felt hot. "Nothing. Let's go."

The woman followed him, chucking the box with the waffle still inside into a bin, albeit reluctantly. "Can't believe I paid that much only to throw it away." She sighed.

Jaha pursed his lips, and after a moment of hesitation spoke. "Where do you wanna go? I'll buy you something."

She tilted her head slightly as she smiled. "What? You feel bad for shoving it down my throat?"

"Don't make it sound like that."

"That's what you did thou—" She made an 'o' shape with her mouth in realization. "Actually, there's a shirt I've been meaning to buy."

He nodded. "Alright. Let's go."

She quickly dragged him into yet another clothing store, walking further inside as her eyes scanned the racks and mannequins with a wide smile. He found it endearing how she seemed so excited over something as simple as a new shirt.

"You wanna buy... that?" Jaha asked, seeing as [Y/N] held up a blouse from its hanger. Jaha looked between it and the one she was currently wearing right then. "You literally have, like, ten million versions of that same shirt."

"It's a blouse. And I don't." She smiled, picking up a few other ones and shoving them into Jaha's arms. She then moved further ahead, looking through the shorts, and skirts the store had. It was summer, and wearing pants was not an option.

"Yes, you do."

"I do not. They're different brands." She idly commented as she searched through the racks. Grabbing a few garments out, she placed them onto the ever-growing mountain of clothes in Jaha's arms. He scowled, peering around it.

"They look the same." He scoffed. "And besides, I thought you were only going to buy one shirt, not the entire store."

She moved her hair away from her shoulder as she smiled. "That's your own misunderstanding."

"You literally said—" Before he could finish speaking, [Y/N] had already walked off. Jaha blindly walked after her, stopping as he placed the mountain of clothes on the counter. He heard the woman speak to a worker, and the clothes were quickly counted before they were let into the changing rooms. 

They both got into one stall, and Jaha dumped the pile onto the floor.

"Where the fuck are you gonna start with all this?" Jaha kicked at a blouse, and [Y/N] picked it off the floor.

"With this."

His mind froze for a moment, and he turned his head to the side. "I'll wait outside." He felt the back of his neck getting hotter as he reached for the door handle of the stall, narrowly opening it.

The woman nodded as the man walked out. "Aight."

He stood outside the stall, glaring at a few people that walked by. He had no reason to, he simply felt upset with himself. Why? Well, he didn't know. Perhaps it was because he was about to pay for a mountain of garments that were way too overpriced or maybe it was because he felt too hot, or perhaps it may even be because he's been feeling hot ever since they stepped foot into that dick-waffle shop. The image of white chocolate staining [Y/N]'s lips and chin was ingrained deeply into his mind, and the moment they shared in the stall just earlier only made it more visible. He bit his lower lip, lost in thought. His pants were starting to feel just a little too tight as he tried to push [Y/N]'s face away from his mind.

Thankfully, the knock behind him took him out of his trance. He turned on his heel. "Yeah?"

[Y/N]'s voice came from the other side of the door. "Can you, uh, help?" She asked quietly, shyly almost.

Jaha kept quiet for a moment, taking in a deep breath. He almost thought that the trance he was in was better than whatever this situation was. His thoughts he could, at least, push away.

"With what?"

"Uh, this blouse... The strings are on the back of it, so I can't really, um, reach it." The longer she spoke the quieter her words got.

Jaha held in another breath as he slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside. He was greeted by [Y/N] facing away from him, staring at him through the mirror in front of them as she held the blouse up with her hands placed neatly on her chest. The strings on her back were untied, and with a controlled expression, he reached out his fingers to take hold of them. His fingertips brushed against her bare back and he felt chills run down his spine. She felt so soft, too soft. As he worked his hands on the strings, he moved a foot closer, and in doing so he tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor, stumbling forward and consequently pushing the woman against the mirror. His hands moved to catch himself, and he found himself trapping the woman between himself and the mirror. His chest was pressed firmly against her back as the blouse fluttered to the floor and her hands scrambled to cover her breasts.

He took in a sharp breath, her scent enveloping his senses as he felt her rear pressing against his crotch. "Shit, sorry, I—" As he spoke, he caught sight of her expression in the mirror. Her gaze was lowered and her lower lip trembled negligibly. Pink tinted her cheeks, the type of pink that brought Constance Spry roses to mind. The compliance on her face made his heart race, and he noted how she made no attempt to push him away, the way her body slightly turned to face him, eyes looking up at him with an almost hopeful expression.

"It's okay." Her voice was quaint as her eyes darted to his lips for a brief second before moving back up to meet his eyes. "You smell nice." She commented.

Leaning in closer, his voice came out almost as a whisper. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She breathed out softly. The air was thick with anticipation as they inched closer, their bodies magnetically drawn to one another. With a gentle touch, their hands intertwine, their fingers finding solace in each other's warmth. The kiss begins slowly, a delicate exploration of lips. They meet softly, barely a whisper, as they savour the initial contact. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching into eternity as their lips brushed against each other's, testing the waters of craving.

A delicate dance ensued as their mouths moved in harmony. Jaha tilted his head slightly so their lips would meld together more comfortably. Their tongues tentatively met, tracing the contours of each other's lips before diving deeper.

Their breaths became mingled, their hearts beating in syncopation as the kiss deepened. Lips pressed more firmly as Jaha pushed her back against the mirror. The woman let out a small noise of surprise that was quickly swallowed, and fingers threaded in her hair as Jaha's other hand went down to her waist. After moments he detached his lips from her mouth to move onto her neck.

[Y/N] gasped, feeling her shorts being pulled down. She grabbed Jaha's arm, and the other pulled away slightly to look at her.

"Jaha, what are you—" She panted, wiping the string of saliva from her lips. "We—We're in public."

Jaha went back to mouth at her neck, and [Y/N] let her head fall back against the mirror. She could feel the smirk on Jaha's face against her skin. "Guess you're gonna have to be quiet, then."

A wave of arousal crashed over her body as her shorts fell to the floor along with her underwear, and she stepped out of them before kicking them away. Jaha pulled back from her neck, shoving two fingers inside the woman's mouth.

"Lick." He said, and she did—swirling her tongue around them as they locked eyes. Jaha pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling them out, and [Y/N] gripped onto his shoulders.

"Are you gonna..." [Y/N] felt a hand on the underside of one of her thighs as it was hiked up, held firmly by Jaha. "You're gonna just fuck me here?"

"Yeah." He spoke breathily. He placed his wet fingers against [Y/N]'s clit, and the woman let out a gasp at the coldness. She studied Jaha's expression carefully, tightening her grip on his shoulders. Jaha shifted his eyes back to her face, moving his fingers against her clit as her nails dug into his shoulders. He couldn't describe the feeling in his gut, it was swimming in ardour. She was simply perfect.

"Fuck..." She felt her knees getting wobbly, and Jaha was quick to notice this. He hiked her leg up further, holding her in place as he continued his ministrations on her swollen clit. After a few moments, he moved his fingers down her folds, smearing them with her wetness.

He shot a glance over his shoulder to make sure the door was properly locked before locking eyes with her flushed expression.

"You okay, princess?" He smirked, his tone teasing as he worked to undo his pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal his boxers.

She glared at the name, digging her nails further into his shoulders. "Don't gross me out." Although she said that, she couldn't tell whether her ears were hot due to arousal or embarrassment. "But yes. I'm okay."

Her gaze lowered as she observed him struggle to pull down his boxers with one hand. She chuckled at the way he clicked his tongue. He was clearly getting impatient, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Reaching her hands towards the waistband of his boxers, her fingers brushed against his abdomen. Jaha stiffened slightly at her touch, a faint pink painting his cheeks.

Once the boxers were pulled down to his thighs, [Y/N] shifted her eyes away from his dick. She felt undeniably embarrassed.

Jaha moved her leg up further. "You sure this is okay?"

The woman smiled. "Yea—" Before she could properly get her words out, Jaha pushed inside. This man was far too impatient.

The woman scrambled at his back, face screwed up in pleasure and slight discomfort as Jaha didn't stop until he was fully in all the way. He held [Y/N]'s face with one hand, tilting it up so they made eye contact.

"Don't want people to hear." He said, pressing a hand firmly against the other's mouth. "Imagine what the public would say."

The idea of being caught made her legs shake as Jaha pulled out, slamming back inside with bruising force. The woman braced a hand against the mirror as her spine dug into it, and his eyes rolled back at a direct hit to the bumpy spot inside.

Jaha created a steady pace, fucking her further into the mirror as the grip on her upper thigh tightened. 

"I wish the others could see you right now." Jaha whispered, leaning closer to her ear as he bit at her skin. "So fucking pliant, ready to just be filled whenever."

The woman's mouth hung open under Jaha's hand, and she felt herself drooling onto it as she was pounded into the mirror behind her. She'd never had sex at this angle before, and the way Jaha's cock rubbed inside her with each thrust made her limbs tremble.

Jaha sensed that she was getting weak, so he hooked his hands under her thighs, picking her up, and holding her against the mirror as [Y/N] wrapped her legs around his waist. Once she did, he moved one hand back to her mouth. Continuing the pace, Jaha groaned softly as he felt himself growing closer to climax. She felt her body thrum with arousal as her fingertips tingled, and Jaha let out a low groan, thrusting deeper inside.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door, and Jaha slowed his movements. [Y/N]'s head spun, and it took her a second to realise that someone was on the other side.

"Excuse me?" A worker's voice came, and Jaha turned his head slightly to the side. "Just wondering if you need any assistance? You've been in there for a while."

The woman saw a glint of something in Jaha's eye, and the hand against her mouth was removed. [Y/N]'s eyes widened slightly as Jaha thrust in again—this time slower—and it took everything in her not to moan out loud.

He locked eyes with the woman and tilted his head towards the door behind them. He wanted her to speak, and reassure the worker.

"I'm good." She gasped out as she felt Jaha continue to push inside. [Y/N] bit down on the back of her own hand hard enough to draw blood as she tried her best not to let any noises slip past her lips. "Just got a lot of clothes to try— try on... here."

He snapped his hips again, grip on [Y/N]'s legs tightening as he looked at her fucked-out expression with a smirk. Picking up the pace slightly, he watched as the woman hit her head back against the mirror, eyebrows furrowed as her mouth hung open. He was so very large and male, and excessively male creatures always took her over the edge.

"Let me know if you need anything." The worker at the door said, and there were the sounds of slight shuffling as their shadow disappeared. 

"You—" The woman started, and Jaha cut her off with another hard thrust. A string of moans fell from her lips as she came undone, and she scratched down Jaha's clothed back as he fucked her, watching as she became a broken mess under his touch.

Jaha let out a low whine near [Y/N]'s ear. "Can I..."

She nodded. With one last thrust, Jaha's eyes shut close as he came inside [Y/N]. His trembling hand worked on the woman's clit as he rode out his orgasm, trying his hardest not to let any lewd noises slip past his lips. It didn't take long for the woman to come undone under Jaha's touch. She felt her thighs tremble slightly, and Jaha held himself up against the wall. They caught their breaths, and he pulled out, gently setting [Y/N] back onto her feet.

She immediately wobbled, and Jaha caught her. His eyes trailed down, watching as his cum leaked down the inside of her legs.

"Shit." He clicked his tongue as he snapped out of his thoughts, grabbing the blouse that he was supposed to be helping her put on from the floor to wipe her clean with. The woman immediately gasped when she saw the cum stain the blouse.

"You're an idiot." She whispered, observing the way he cleaned her up. "They'll still have to scan it. Touch it, Jaha."

"Hey, I'm only using the edge of it." He tapped her inner thigh with the edge of the blouse to emphasize his justification.

She scrunched up her nose, fighting down a smile. "You're disgusting." Her words carried no real weight. She knew that because her heart was beating out of her chest at the way he was taking care of her.

Jaha laughed softly. "Listen, I'm working with what I have." He seemed outwardly happy, and this made the woman chuckle alongside him.

Once he was done and back on his feet, the woman pinched at his side. "That was a stupid fucking stunt you pulled when the worked came." Jaha pushed her hand away as she did this, smiling smugly. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"

"Well..." Her cheeks tinted red as she began dressing up. "The stunt, no, but—"

"But the sex yes?"

She gave no response to that, except for placing the pile of the store's clothes into his hands. She smiled. "I might answer if you pay for all of this."