#jordan li x you smut

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

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

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

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

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

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

[inklore]

SEX WITH JORDAN IS TWO VERY DIFFERENT EXPERIENCES.

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

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

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

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

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

The roles quickly switched. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s fucking beautiful. 

They’re fucking beautiful. 

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

“Please.”

“Yes, please.” 

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

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

[lavend3r-stardust]

Jordan's rough hands gripping your hips as they fuck you in their masc form, your hands clinging to the edge of the counter as your head rolls back to rest in the crook of jordan's neck, their deep groan reverberating low in your ears as they whisper about "you're taking me so so good, Princess . . . I bet you've missed my cock, huh? My pretty girl's all fucked out me . . . That's my good girl-"

Jordan's praises spur you on, drive you closer and closer to the edge before you feel them shift into their fem form, their hands softer as they smack your ass, and you whine when you feel your pussy clench against nothing. "I got you, baby," Jordan croons. "I'll make you feel good. Why don't you turn around for me?"

Jordan flips you around to wrap their arms around your waist, helping you up as you sit against the edge of the counter. You watch the hazy glint in Jordan's eyes deepen as they bring your legs up to your chest, parting them slowly to dip their head betwen your thighs so they can devour your hot sticky cunt.

"Jordan, fuuck- pleasepleaseplease" you whine, grinding your hips into their face as they plunge two fingers into your hole, curling them inside your gummy walls as your thighs twitch on either side of their head.

"Please what, sweetheart? What do you want me to do?" They say, fingers pumping in and out of your sopping cunt, making the sexiest, wettest sounds as they bring their tongue to flick around your clit.

"Fuck~ !!" Your hips roll against Jordan's mouth as their hands keep a firm grip on your inner thighs, littering them with bite marks and kisses hard enough to bruise. Jordan chuckles into your pussy, their pink tongue darting out to lick away the cum that stains their lips.

"What does it look like i'm doing, angel?"

[jordanli-dribbles]

Study Date

Jordan Li x Fem!Reader | 2.3k words

"Why does Brink insist on making all his tests so fucking confusing?" You groan, slapping the paper in your hand onto the ground in frustration. You lean your head back onto the couch behind you, looking up at the ceiling, mind numb.

You and Jordan were sitting on the floor of their dorm room, studying for the upcoming midterms. Books and papers scattered all over the floor, surrounding you. You had been at it for the last three hours, yet despite your best efforts, nothing seems to be sticking.

Jordan laughs, reaching over to retrieve the discarded paper, their eyes scanning over it. "You know, these questions probably wouldn't be as confusing if you actually paid attention in class," they remark, attempting to give you a stern look, yet the corners of their mouth twitch upwards.

“Well I would if the TA wasn’t so fucking hot,” you say leaning in to kiss them. They roll their eyes, pushing you away playfully. “Yeah, try all you want, flattery will get you nothing from me,” they say slapping your thigh with the paper, "now concentrate."

“Boo, you’re no fun!” you pout, taking the paper back from Jordan to look it over. They laugh, bumping their shoulder against yours. “Wait, you didn’t write these did you?” You ask, holding up the paper towards them, with a raised eyebrow.

They playfully snatch the paper from your hand, chuckling, "No, Brink writes the tests. I just grade them." They rest the paper on their thigh as they glance around the piles of papers on the floor, leaning over you to grab the book next to you. "Alright, let's see. It's actually not that difficult, if..." they start to explain, flipping through the pages of the book.

They continue with their explanation, but your brain was too fried to listen, all you could do was stare at them. Their big beautiful, brown eyes scanning over the page, their eyebrows scrunch together focusing on every word. Their lips moving softly as they read the words out loud, their dimple ghosting their cheek. Strands from their short bob sliding out from behind their ear as they picked up another paper, before turning it towards you.

“You’re not even fucking listening,” they say with a huff, poking your ribs, pulling you out of your daze. You laugh shaking your head slowly, leaning over them to push the loose strands of hair behind their ear.

"I told you. You're a distraction, baby," you say with a smile. Pushing against their shoulder, so they lay flat on their back, your knees on either side of their waist. Papers scrunching beneath the weight of both of you. You smile as you lean over them, placing soft kisses on their cheeks and along their jaw, as their hands grip your waist.

“You’re so fucking distracting,” you whisper against their soft skin, your mouth moving down their neck, nipping gently, leaving small kisses here and there.

They let out a breathily moan, the grip on your waist tightening. You ghost your lips over theirs whispering, “so…so pretty,” kissing their lips softly as you watch their cheeks blush pink. Paper crinkling beneath you, as the kiss deepens. Their hands roaming under your shirt, the touch of their fingertips causing goosebumps to form across your skin. Your own hands roaming under their loose grey shirt, their skin soft and warm under your touch. You pull away slightly catching your breath, tugging at the hem of their shirt urging them to take it off, before removing your own.

Your mouth instantly moves back onto theirs, tongues exploring each other, chest pressed tightly together. Jordan's hands roaming down your back to your ass, gripping it firmly. Your lips trailing down their neck, to their collar bone. Nipping gently at their skin, soothing it with your tongue. Their moans growing louder as you knead their breasts, placing soft kisses on each breast before taking a nipple into your mouth. Tongue swirling around it, as your fingers tease the other. Sucking harder and gently biting down, eliciting a loud moan from Jordan. Their hands in your hair, as you work your way down their body, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and gentle bites.

Before coming to a stop at the hem of their basketball shorts. You slowly tugging them down and off their legs, tossing them across the room. You lean forward to place a soft kiss on the front of their boxers, looking up at them, smiling, "so pretty," you say softly. They giggle, covering their eyes with their arm, the pink of their cheeks getting redder. You tug on the hem of their boxers, pulling them down and off their legs, adding them to the pile of clothes building on the floor.

You kiss their inner thighs, nipping gently at the skin. A soft moan leaves their mouth, arching their hips towards you. You smile against their skin, kissing closer and closer, until they whimper. You look up at them, watching their expression, their face flushed and eyes squeezed shut, as you tease their slit. Slowly running your tongue through their folds, their body trembling at the touch. You lick a long stripe through their folds, before pressing your tongue against their clit, rubbing gentle circles.

"Fuck," they moan, tugging at your hair. Your hands grasping their thighs, their soft skin smooth beneath your palms. You suck on their clit, eliciting a string of curse words, from their mouth. Their body begins to shake, their moans growing louder as the speed of your tongue increases. Their thighs tighten around your head, their breathing growing heavier as you work your tongue, their hips bucking, grinding against your mouth. You pull away, their juices dripping down your chin, "so, so pretty," you say. Their cheeks are flushed, their eyes half lidded, staring down at you, lips slightly parted.

You watch them as you slide two fingers inside them, a gasp escaping their mouth. Their hips rock against your hand, as your fingers move in and out, curling upwards, hitting the right spot. Their hands gripping the papers around them as they moan your name, their eyes closed, their lips slightly parted. The sounds of their moans fill the room, as they get closer and closer to the edge. You lean forward, pressing your tongue against their clit once again, licking firm circles.

"Oh fuck, I'm close," they moan, their hands gripping your hair. Their legs begin to shake, as you continue to thrust your fingers in and out of them, your tongue still rubbing against their clit.

"Fuck!" they cry, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body trembling as their muscles contract. You moan as you continue to work your fingers and tongue, letting them ride out their orgasm. You slowly slide your fingers out of them, giving them one last lick, a small whimper escapes their mouth, their breathing heavy.

You slowly move up their body placing soft kisses, as you go. Kissing their chest, their collarbone, their neck, and their lips. Their body still trembling slightly, as you hover over them. You run a finger along their cheek, smiling down at them, "so fucking hot," you whisper, their dimple forming on their cheek as they smile back.

You lean down, kissing their lips once again, their tongue pushing past your lips. You moan against their mouth, their fingers drawing lazy patterns on your exposed skin. They smirk as you break away, shifting in an instant, quickly lifting you up off the floor. "My turn," they say with a wide grin. You wrap your legs around their waist as they bury their face in the crook of your neck. Kissing and nipping along your neck, you giggle at the sensation and tighten your arms around their neck.

They gently place you on the bed, hovering over you. "I fucking love that sound," they groan, kissing you passionately, before returning to the side of your neck. You giggle again as they pepper kisses down your neck to your chest. You pull their hair, bringing their lips back up to yours. You run your fingers through their hair, before running them down their back, feeling the warmth radiating off their body.

They pull away for a moment, looking into your eyes. You can see their brown eyes glowing in the low light. You can feel their hot breath against your face. You could still taste them on your lips, you wanted more. You want to feel them all over your body. Your cheeks get warmer as the heat in your core builds, as they look at you with lust filled eyes.

They gently kiss your lips, savoring the moment, before moving their hand down your bare chest. Lightly caressing your hips, causing goosebumps to rise. Slowly, they fingers make their way back up to your chest, cupping your breast. You moan softly into the kiss, as their thumb runs over your nipple. You can feel them smirk, as they run their tongue across your bottom lip. You gasp, and they take this opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping their tongue into your mouth. They lightly tug your nipple, before rubbing it gently between their fingers.

They move their head up to your neck, sucking the spot behind your ear. The sensation eliciting a quiet gasp. As they continue, their hands run over your body. You moan louder, feeling their tongue slide up your neck to your earlobe.

"My beautiful girl," they whisper. You whimper, feeling them roll your other nipple between their fingers. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." You let out a loud moan, feeling their hand reach down and palm you through your legging. They rub you slowly, and you squirm underneath them, feeling a damp spot start to form in your underwear.

"So needy," they purr, pulling away from you. You whimper, wanting their hands on you again. You watch as they move to the foot of the bed. You raise your head to look at them, only to see them kneeling down. They slowly begin to pull your leggings down, along with your panties. You lift your hips, making it easier for them to remove them.

"Fuck, baby," they growl, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. They throw your legs over their shoulders, and lean in to place a kiss on your thigh, biting lightly. They leave a trail of kisses, getting closer and closer to your core. You whimper, feeling their hot breath against your pussy.

"Already dripping," they whisper, running a finger up your slit. "You want my tongue on that pretty pussy, baby?"

"Yes," you gasp, feeling them blow gently on your clit. They smile and begin to lick up your slit, swirling their tongue around your clit. You moan loudly, grabbing the sheets tightly. You can feel them smile, as they wrap their lips around your clit, sucking. Your legs trembling, as they suck harder. You grip their hair, as they slip a finger inside you.

"Jordan," you moan, as they begin to pump their finger. They hum against your clit, sending shivers through your body. Your moans get louder, as they slip a second finger in, pumping faster. Their fingers curling, hitting that spot, as they lap at your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you gasp, holding onto their head, keeping them against you. Their moans sending vibrations through your body. You can feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unwind. Their pace quickens as their tongue swirls around your clit. Your hips buck, crying out their name, as they continue. You grip the sheets tightly, arching your back pushing against them.

"Fuck, don't stop," you moan. You feel yourself getting closer. You grind your hips against their face, wanting more. You feel their free hand grip your hip, holding you still, as their tongue presses flat against your clit. You scream their name, feeling the knot come undone, as your orgasm rips through your body. They keep their fingers inside, continuing to pump and lick, prolonging your orgasm. However their tongue didn't stop, even as you whimpered and twitched from their touch.

"J-Jordan, fuck stop," you cry out, your body twitching. They groan against your core as they slow down. They slowly remove their fingers, pressing one last kiss to your clit, sending shivers through your body. They kiss your inner thighs, before standing up, licking their fingers clean.

"Fucking delicious," they grin. "Sorry, baby. You’re just so pretty when you cum,” they say against your lips. You kiss them gently, moaning softly at the taste. They break the kiss and give you a small smirk. "But if you think this is going to get you from study, you are so wrong, sweetheart."

They say pulling away, slapping your thigh as they walk away to gather their clothes from the ground. You turn to lay on your side, still on the bed, watching them. "But I want you," you whine, with a fake pout. They chuckle, walking back towards you leaning down. "Well then, you better study," they murmur against your lips kissing you softly before standing back up and grabbing your clothes from the floor and tossing them to you on the bed.

"Like I said, you're no fun!" you say dramatically, from the bed. They give you a cocky grin, walking towards you. They lean down and give you a long and slow kiss, cupping your face.

"Yet you were screaming my name, a few minutes ago," they say, teasingly before slapping your ass and walking away. You huff in protest, sitting up on the bed, pulling on your clothes.

"You're such a dick," you say, leaning back against the wall. They always had to say the last word.

"You know you love it," they smirk, sitting back down on the floor, watching you.

"Fuck you," you say laughing, throwing a pillow at them.

"Later, baby," they wink, catching the pillow.

Something sweet and smutty! Gifs by stannyramirez

[gwynfahr]

Jordan's an overstimulating queen, and a worshipping king, you can't convince me otherwise.

In female form, she will not stop making you come until you almost can't articulate your safe word anymore. Spurring you on by whispering an unending stream of "Come on, one more time", or "I know, just one more and then we can take a break" in your ear. She'll add some light degradation, fucking you roughly on her fingers.

In their male form, he changes completely, he's tender, he's praising the hell out of you. Of course, he's overstimulating you still, but he'll add compliments such as : "You're doing so well, baby" or "such a good fucking girl for me".

Either way, sex with Jordan Li is fucking mind blowing and you can argue with the wall if you don't think so.

[poppy-metal]

too sleepy sorry if this is incoherent but exes to lovers!jordan to simp!jordan pipeline is real i think :( they're all angry make up sex, possessive and rough and good but but you're just their little princess at the end of the day :(

once they're done with you they can't shut up, mumbling about how much they missed your sweet cunt, how much they missed you, while they clean you up. tell you they thought about you every day n they don't know how they managed without you :( all "never letting you go again, baby. don't know what i was thinking.", putting you in their warmedt hoodie, laying back against their pillows and pulling you into their lap :( holding you close nd kissing you, running their fingers through your hair and tracing soft patterns on your back. let you sleep if you're tired or maybe you guys just talk for a while. you both missed a lot, after all.

jst been thinking abt them alort 😔😔 maybe its a little bit of a problem

-🦸‍♀️

u make me SICK.

its so fucking angry and possessive, the way they fuck you, they have to do it twice, in both forms just to feel you in every way possible. have to fuck you on their dick, mold your cunt to their shape again - "you feel that, baby? that's my dick comin' home." when they slide it inside and make you watch how they split you apart.

fills you up with their cum and then shifts yanking your shaky legs apart because they aren't done. they've been starved of you for too long, groaning witb relief when they sink their warm pussy onto yours, the cum they'd pumped inside you leaking out and making the slide of their flesh on yours slick and wet and lewd. string of of their cum clinging to your cunt when they lift up to look at the creamy mess. "god, that's fucking hot," before they're bringing their pussy back down, rutting against you hard, clits bumping and kissing and your eyes are crossing ready to slip into subspace but before you go jordan grips your chin, "tell me this is mine - this wet fucking cunt - who owns it?"

"you! you do, jordan - fuck-"

"yeah? you gonna run again?"

"no!"

"dont fucking take this pussy away from me ever again, i swear to god-"

"i wont! please, daddy, fuck - s'your pussy, s'all yours, promise-"

they shut you up with a kiss, tribbing you to fucking tears and by the time to you come to they're pressing a water bottle to your lips. "drink", they make you take a few sips before giving you your favorite drink. a reward for taking your water like a good girl.

something about jordan keeping your favorite drink stocked in their fridge even though they dont drink it themselves - all this time. makes you weepy and soft and you're clinging to them like a koala soon after, kissing their flushed skin.

"i missed you so much, j."

you feel their hand run soothingly down your back, "yeah," they huff, always more for actions than words (outside of sex anyway), you can hear the crack in their voice though, how they grip you tighter, "me too."

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Imagine what Jordan Li is thinking meetin you on campus for the first time:

"Where'd you come from, Angel? Never seen you before. Fuck, I gotta know you."

"God, look so innocent; wanna change that so bad. Mama doesn't even know how gorgeous she is."

"Fuck you got on? Must wanna end up hangin off my dick huh?"

"Y/n.. pretty name to match a pretty girl.."

"Shit, almost caught me starin. Can barely keep my eyes off you. Gotta be more careful."

"Jesus Christ, that ass is fat as fuck. Bet its soft too."

"The fuck is that loser introducin himself to you? Should fuckin kill him for makin you laugh- such a pretty fuckin smile though."

"That's my girl; don't need no asshole walkin you to class. Such a good girl for me already and you dont even know it."

"Mhm, just as smart as you are pretty. Fuckin knew it.."

"Yes! Glad we got multiple classes together. Need to keep a eye on my new girl."

"Hate having to partner up.. Shitshitshit, you walkin my way!"

"Mama's not that shy. Glad we're partners; can't wait to spend some time alone with you."

"There goes that pretty fuckin smile again."

"Fuuuuck, can't believe my dicks this hard just from listening to you talk. Please, please don't notice, princess."

"So quiet now that it's just us in my room. Wonder what you're thinkin..?"

"Standin so close, wanna touch you so bad.."

"Smell so good- wait.. Why you lookin at me like that mama?"

"Holy shit, cant believe you kissin me! Mmmm.. Lips so fuckin soft; taste so good y/n."

"Knew it, ass is plush as fuck.."

"Man, you ain't playin huh? Mama's onna mission. Good girl, sit right on my dick. Perfect.. So perfect for me, feel so good against me."

"Don't wanna - fuck - gonna cum in my damn pants if ya pretty ass don't slow down."

"Not shy, definitely not shy. You're asking to get fucked sweetheart.."

"God damn needy as fuck already, poor baby can't stop beggin for it."

"Needa slow this down.. Don't want it to end before I get my prize."

"So fucking wet, shit.. Mama's drippin down my wrist. Squeezing so tight round my finger like this. Fuck!"

"Impatient little girl, pushing me to lay back so you can take what you want. I'll allow it- this time.."

"See? Told you to let me dig you out with my fingers first; lil pussy's way too fuckin tight."

"Fuck-it's-in! So fucking warm inside, so fuckin warm. Chokin my dick so gooood. Keep fuckin me sweetheart, please dont stop."

"Skin so soft; you're a fuckin goddess. Cant keep my hands off you."

"That's it, take what you want from me y/n cause I can promise you next time ima do the same."

"Oh you wanna play? Don't tease me mama, you don't wanna see what happens next.."

"Fuck, perfect titties I ever seen. So plump, so goddamn soft. Gotta pinch these pretty ass nips."

"Takin this cock like a fuckin champ, honey. Got me leakin in yo shit.. Ohfuck Pleasedontcum, pleasedontcum, pleasedontcum!"

"Sound so pretty baby. Yeah, keep moanin for Daddy. Let em know know who's makin you feel this good."

"So lucky to have you like this honey, thank you. Thank you so fuckin much."

"Thats my fuckin girl, lickin your juices off my hand. Thas it suck Daddy's fingers, show me how you'd suck my dick y/n."

"Gotta nasty lil mouth, know that? Make me cream in this lil pussy way you talkin."

"Shit, pussy milkin me like you bouta cum. Yeeees baby, want that so much! Lemme feel it.."

"Fuck- cant even slide out honey! Cummin already? Mmmm.. Barely even rubbed that puffy lil clit before you came allover my fuckin cock."

"No y/n! Bring that ass-wait.. sit on the edge of the bed? Why, whatchu got up ya sleeve mama?"

"Ooohshit, your mouth feels amazin baby. Just like that y/n, ain't gone take long pretty girl. Got me on edge- fuuuuck, you suckin my dick like you gettin paid honey."

"Love how you lickin the tip. Oh fuck, keep doin that."

"Thas it, massagin my balls just how I like it. Feel that nut buildin mama?"

"You really down there playin with my needy lil kitty already? Pussy soakin wet from deepthroatin Daddy, huh?"

"Got me shakin for you princess. Yeeees, ain't nobody suck dick like my baby. Finna fill those cheeks up.."

"Fuckme, the way you lookin up at me right now- ohshit, can't take that gorgeous smile with a mouth full of my dick!"

"Yeeeees, y/n! I'm cummin! No, no, no, come back here; stay on this dick. You started it so you gone finish it mama. Mmmmmm.."

"Uh uhn, look at me. Good girl.. Ass better not ever be embarrassed for makin Daddy feel good."

"Swallowed without bein told: Good girl."

"Naw, you puttin them clothes back on fa no reason; ain't goin nowhere.. You mine now, Angel.

[nicklesbam]

Hii:) can i request Jordan Li x Marie Moreau x fem!reader confessing their feelings after they wake up in the same bed in ep5

ofc!! it’s gonna be changed a bit

TW: swearing, sexual assault, fluff

I awoke with sunlight shining down on me. I groaned and moved onto my side when suddenly my eyes opened wide in shock. Two arms were wrapped around me, one from Jordan Li and the other from Marie Moreau. I covered my mouth in shock, i have two of the hottest people in bed with me which by the way… whose bed is this?

I look around and I don’t recognize a single thing. I look down at the two confused. I mean I’ve always had a thing for the both of them but how did this happen? I didn’t think they even liked me at all, maybe they still don’t. Suddenly the door opens and it’s Andre and Cate. They stutter over their words in disbelief and hurried out waking the other two

‘Oh shit’

“Uh hey” Jordan spoke first awkwardly

“Hey..” Marie follows. I awkwardly look to both of them making very awkward eye contact. They quickly turn on each side of the bed and hurry to put their clothes on, can’t say I blame them. I laid there with a sheet covering myself and awkwardly avoided looking at the two of them as they got dressed

“Uhm here, I think these are yours” Marie hands me a skirt and a cropped long sleeved black shirt, she also handed me my underwear and bra. I gave a sheepish smile

“Thanks” and took them. I started changing into my clothes on the bed in a hurry so they wouldn’t be done before me. A long beat of silence deafens the room until Marie turns around

“Look this is going to sound super fucked up and weird but I don’t remember what happened last night” Marie says awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Jordan breathes a breath of relief

“Oh my god, neither do I” they both turn to me and I just shake my head as to say ‘me neither’

“Oh… where the fuck are we?” Marie looks around

“I’ve been trying to figure that out” I speak up finally. Marie turns awkwardly to look over at me and Jordan

“Did we..?” She looked to Jordan and me. Jordan looked to me and started to smile at me and Marie. Jordan’s smile was contagious as both me and Marie started smiling

We finally got fully dressed and while me and Jordan went to find cate and Andre, Marie went alone to find Emma. We found Cate and Andre already smoking, they looked so relaxed but I couldn’t feel more of the opposite

As they talked I zoned out until I decided to go out for some fresh air. I got up to leave

“Where are you going?” Jordan asked, a tiny bit of sadness in his tone

“Just going for a walk, get some fresh air. I’ll be back” with that I left and walked somewhat through the woods. What I didn’t know is Andre teased Jordan about being ‘clingy’

I’ve liked Jordan since I started at GodU freshman year. They were a sophomore and sure they were deemed as ‘cold’ but every interaction I’ve had with them has been very nice and sweet. I started to like Marie since I saw her in the dorms of our first day. I was walking to professor Brinks office as another professors TA when I saw Jordan talking with Marie, at first I was jealous but then I saw her and how brave she was for talking to Brink the way she did

I didn’t know what to say to the two but I guess the words will come at the right moment. I walk back to the house to see them all standing outside

“Oh hey Emma” I smile at the girl, Marie looked confused and looked between us

“You two know each other?” She asks. I smile and chuckle

“We bumped into each other on the first day and got to know each other. It’s very good to see you again” I turn towards the girl again. She smiles and while she may look a little disheveled, she still looks beautiful

“Hey y/n, it’s great to see you too” I could feel someone looking at me, more like two people looking. I look up to see Jordan, male presenting and Marie both looking at me with.. jealousy? nope, no way. I’m being delusional

After some conversation of basically all of us saying we don’t remember anything that happened last night..or for the past couple of days, I pull my phone out to see multiple notifications. I look on TikTok and there are multiple videos of a party where we’re all tagged. I sat on a couch next to Jordan and across from us sat Cate and Andre

Suddenly this girl pans the screen over to Marie and Jordan kissing, I look at it confused on where I come in. Suddenly Jordan breaks away from Marie and pulls me into a kiss touching wherever they could. Marie came from behind and started leaving kisses on my jaw down to my neck

Pink spread all across my cheeks as I locked my phone again. I look up to Jordan to see they’re already looking at me, I look away quickly as my face turns to a deeper red. Andre and Cate stare at the interaction almost laughing. I sighed as I brought my feet up close

“So..you guys don’t remember either?” I looked up to the two. Cate shakes her head

“Nope” Andre sounds, popping the ‘P’

A kid in a robe holding a blinder walks out. Jordan grabbed him by the arm tightly

“Fuck you do to us dusty?!” The drink in the blender spills a bit. I hold my hand out in reaction

“Hey Jordan! He’s just a kid” I try to reason. Andre speaks up

“Dusty’s like 28” he says it like it’s the most casual thing which at this point, is. He says something pervertedly stupid then Cate speaks up

“I think I know who did this” she looks up quickly then down at her phone again. She turns her phone as we all gather around

“Rufus was here last night” was all she had to say to send me into a spiral

“Fuck” was all I could say. Jordan turns to me confused

“Shit, of course it’s him” Marie spoke, I turned to her quizzically

“Why?” Andre questioned. Marie swallowed thickly

“I sort of..blew his dick off” I take a look of surprise on my face and turn to her. She looked to me nervously

“Well damn, wish I could’ve done it. Well done Marie!” I laugh towards the end and she gave a nervous chuckle. Andre was full on laughing with me and we got sent into a spiral. After a few seconds we calm down

“So what you’re saying is that Rufus has to piss sitting down forever. Did you do it on purpose?” It took everything in me not to laugh but as Andre spoke, his voice trembles from holding in his laughs

“No, it was an accident. I’m not even sure how I did it” she looked between all of us, Jordan spoke after

“He fucking deserved it” I turn around and take a breath blocking everything else out. After everything that he had done I hoped a bus would’ve at least hit him by now, might have to do it myself

After we all sat down Cate revealed what that fucker did to her and I’ve never been more angry in my life, well actually yeah I have. After we decided to go after Simon we split into two groups. It was me, Jordan, and Marie while Andre was already gone. Cate had went to find Andre

While we were on the lookout for Simon, Jordan was the first to bring up the elephant in the room

“So about last night-“ I cut them off

“Look I’m going to say something and I need you two to listen and answer me when I’m done” I spoke quickly. They both looked a little surprised at my burst of confidence. I took a deep breath before speaking again

“I like you- both of you. I know we don’t remember what happened last night or, I guess the past couple of days but anyways. I’ve had a crush on you,” I looked to Jordan while they listened intently, “since I started here and you,” it was Marie’s turn now, “since I saw you talking to Jordan and brink” I took another deep breath. It felt amazing to get it off my chest

“Did you guys feel anything?” I looked up nervously, all my confidence depleted. They both smiled, Jordan’s smile, a half smirk almost made me melt on the spot

“Well I mean I wasn’t gonna say anything but… yeah” Marie smiled, her cheeks flushing a bit pink. She turned to Jordan, her interest peaked at their reaction. After they saw we were both looking to them, they put on that confident facade we all know

“Pfft, maybe” they puffed air out and looked away with a smile, I could see their cheeks were tinted a deep red. I smiled and chuckled

“Ok well,” I walked to Jordan, grabbed their cheeks, and kissed them with all the passion I could after holding in my feelings for so long, “did that help decide anything?” They cleared their throat after standing up straight

“Yes” they smiled brightly

sorry that took so long guys, lmk if there’s anything you see that I can improve on or yk let me know if you liked it. thank you babes

[freakshowtwopointoh]

How Long? - All I've Ever Known Part 9

Nothing comes of wishing on stars...

Show them a crack they’ll tear down the wall

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After a sleepless night in the bathroom, I waited until I heard a few students milling about in the halls before I left. I turned my phone back on and raided the nearest lost and found for a change of clothes. I found a random sweatshirt and shorts that smelled... off. But it's better than everyone staring at me as I walk across campus in my dress from last night. When I get back to the townhouse, Jordan is on the porch, halfway through a cigarette. Relief flashed across their face before it was replaced with annoyance and maybe... jealousy?

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” They asked, disdain covering the concern in their tone. They flicked the ash from their cig. I looked down at my outfit and brushed off imaginary specks of dust. With my silk dress shoved unceremoniously in a plastic bag, I looked less like a college student from a well-off family and more like a sad and unemployed tech bro. 

“No idea.” I said, making my way up the steps to stand next to them. A few months ago, I would have rushed inside. But I was willing to do almost anything to steal a few moments with Jordan - even sit in these stale strangers' gym clothes.

“Where’d you go? No one saw you after you took pictures, and then the power went out... we hoped you might have ditched before anything happened.” My brow furrowed in confusion and I turned to look back at them.

“Luke was with me up until maybe ten minutes before the power went out. He wanted to make sure I spoke to some of our dad’s associates.” I said.

“He told me he hadn’t seen you since he took pictures with you. He was convinced that you must have left before the power was cut.” Jordan replied, just as confused as I was. I shook my head.

“That’s a lie.” I said, my voice barely audible. I realized my hands were shaking. I sat heavily on the bench. My ears were ringing, the world was spinning around me, and I thought I might actually be sick. There’s a lot I don’t understand, but there is no good reason that he would lie about that. Every red flag I had been ignoring was being waved in my face. The truth I had been fighting for months was undeniable now: I could not trust my own family. Not with my dreams, not with my secrets, and apparently, not with my life. And I had to go spend a whole month with them, the longest I’d been away from Godolkin since The Incident. 

“Mouse?” Jordan’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. “You with me?” I looked up at them, unsure if I could even vocalize the tangled mess of emotions coursing through my veins.

“I’d been wondering why he didn’t call me. He...” I couldn’t even bring myself to try to hide my fear anymore. “Jordan, I don’t know what’s going on, but something is wrong.” I looked around nervously, trying to see if there was anyone else around and lowered my voice. “I keep telling myself I’m being paranoid. When the power went out last night, it felt like everyone around me - my dad’s associates or whatever - was surrounding me. Grabbing me, pulling me. I, you know,” I mimed pushing the energy outwards. “Pushed them off, and bolted. Spent the night in the performing arts library, hiding in a bathroom stall.” I took a steadying breath. “I can’t think of any good reason why Luke would lie about seeing me at the gala. I’m worried that there’s something I’m not seeing.” 

“Maybe he just wanted to keep me from worrying?” Jordan said, but even they didn’t sound like they believed it. We sat for a moment, rolling the information over in our minds. Our bodies instinctively turned into each other, seeking solace and connection in the face of danger. 

But the moment ended too soon. Andre came out onto the porch, we quickly changed the subject, and I didn’t get another chance to speak to Jordan alone before the winter break. It killed me. I wanted to spend another few minutes just sitting with them. It was the only place I felt understood. But they had a train to catch, and my parents sent a car to pick me and Luke up to take us to some house they rented with our aunt’s family. I was dreading every second of it. Last Christmas was two months after Sammy disappeared, and even then, my family sent me disapproving glares every time my eyes got watery or I got lost in my grief. I haven’t even been to my parents house since then - he had been erased from the house. Photos - removed. Bedroom - remodeled. Belongings - buried in boxes in the attic. I remember the day after Christmas, I fled to the attic, grief and sorrow wracking my body. I unpacked every box, searching for something of his that I could hold onto. Something real. But everything was cleaned - scents and stains scrubbed from fabric and wood alike. Some items were missing - donated or regifted, most likely. I ended up falling asleep on the rough wooden floor, surrounded by old clothes. Either no one else in my family noticed, or more likely, they didn’t care. Sam was to be forgotten - our story rewritten as if he never existed. Any violation of that rule was to be ignored, a social faux pas not unlike an unexpected yawn.

I wondered if anyone would even say his name. Would we do some phony remembrance to soothe my parents' guilt? Or would it be a repeat of last year? Like the mere mention of the dead was what brought grief into existence. But my grief burned in my soul, boiled under my skin, and it didn’t go away when I ignored it. It festered and rotted in my heart. I didn’t understand how the rest of my family could bear it. Sometimes I saw a twinge of it in my mother’s eye, or an echo of it in Luke’s voice. But that only made it worse, made me want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them. 

The break passed by painfully slowly, and it didn’t help that my nightmares were back in full force. I found myself ‘boxing’ with cement bags in the garage and wishing I could spar with Jordan. They were right - there was something about fighting a thinking opponent. Especially one as formidable as they are. In another world, I would have asked Luke to spar with me. We used to train together, the three of us. We mainly focused on utilizing our powers against “gangs” of training dummies or something similar. Luke caused a small forest fire once, and Sam would often destroy the training dummies after a few days. But after everything... 

Punching things also helped with my anger, which seemed to be constantly bubbling under the surface, alongside my grief and my fear. And not just my grief for Sam, but my grief for the life I lost, the future I had been working towards for years. And the worst part? Every lie, every signature, every interview or event feels like an insult to his memory. We planned our future together. If I could create a life he would be proud of, it wouldn’t hurt so bad that he was gone. And if I had to go through the lies and bullshit I was going through now, it wouldn’t be so painful if I had him by my side. But I was stuck with the worst of both worlds - everything was wrong and no one else noticed or cared. Except for maybe Jordan. Scratch that, I know they care. 

We had been able to talk late at night, when both of us were too anxious or angry to sleep. Never about anything too important, but hearing their voice was soothing nonetheless. Plus, it was incredibly cathartic to drink whiskey and bitch about our parents together. Like Christmas night.

“Still no one, Jor. Not even on Christmas.” I clenched my jaw, forcing the hot, angry tears back.

“I hope I get to meet him one day.” they said quietly, and I had to cover my mouth to muffle the choked sob that threatened to burst from my chest. 

“Me too.” I whispered. I took a long, shaky breath, regaining a bit of my composure. “How about you? Did your parents hold it together for the big day?”

“Eh.” They said dismissively. “But my cousin was here, and she’s a riot. I can’t wait for you guys to meet.” For the second time that night, I was grateful we weren’t video chatting because my face flushed crimson. “She and Emma together are like a tornado of blonde hair and chaos.” I laughed, unable to keep myself from picturing a literal tornado a la Looney Toons.

“That’s amazing. I’m so in. If both you and Emma like someone, it usually means they’re good people.” 

“You’re not wrong there.” They said, their voice light and teasing.

“By the way, we have to have another sparring session when we get back. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m losing my mind punching the same stacks of cement bags every night.” And it doesn’t work as well at getting rid of my nightmares. I think to myself. 

“That’s the easiest fucking deal I’ve ever made. You’re a fun opponent.” I giggled a little, laying back on my bed. I heard them suppress a yawn. “Alright, mouse, it’s my bedtime. Talk to ya later. And merry christmas.” I smiled softly. 

“Sweet dreams, Jor. Merry Christmas.” I said, and then the line clicked off. I spared a glance for the gift I found for Jordan, and I couldn’t deny the butterflies in my stomach. 

I had been wandering in town and I stumbled upon this antique store, with an old long-haired black cat napping in the window. As I wandered the aisles, there was a vintage motorcycle jacket with an eagle patch on the back. I couldn’t help but picture Jordan wearing it, pulling up on their bike with that smirk gracing their face. The woman behind the counter gave me a knowing look as she wrapped it carefully. 

“You have a good eye.” She said, smiling at me as she handed me the box. I nodded and smiled, blushing as I left the store. I have no idea how I’ll be able to act casual when I give it to them. My heart races and my hands get clammy just thinking about it. There wasn’t anything romantic about the jacket, but it still sort of felt like an admission in and of itself. 

But even the most intense crushes couldn’t stop the turmoil in my mind forever. I went to work out, slamming my fists into the bags repeatedly. My mind keeps running through the situation we’re in, reminding me of the danger always looming overhead.

We needed to be careful, but we were running out of time before they struck again. My brother and father have been more obvious over this vacation about their opinions on my attitude. They are constantly reminding me of the gifts I’ve been given and making passive aggressive comments about my less-than-stellar mood. It's clear to me that my father doesn’t think I’m doing enough to sell the story. But I still don’t know what they’ll do about it - how far would they go to ensure I’m a believable success story. And I still couldn’t figure out how much they were involved in - both my family and Vought. Was my father aware of what truly happened to me in the spring? Was my brother? 

One night, a few days before I had to go back to campus, I heard a news report that caught me off guard. A small group of vigilantes had been attempting to break into some undisclosed Vought Industries facility. The pictures they flashed were pulled from security footage, and the name didn’t sound familiar, but I wrote it down anyway. I can trust exactly one person right now, and I have a feeling things are going to get worse. If there’s someone else going against Vought, it’s worth at least a look. Jordan ... disagreed.

“I get that you’re desperate, but isn’t he a literal murderer?”

“Accused, from what I understand. But yeah, it seems so.” I said, hoping I sounded more nonchalant than I felt. “I did some digging at a cafe here. I didn’t find much.” I sighed. “I just... have so many questions. And no way to get answers. It’s infuriating.”

“Like I said, you’re desperate. I know. But don’t be an idiot, yeah?” I grit my teeth in frustration, but I knew they were right.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” I said finally, and then changed the subject. 

I was grateful that I had a few extra days with Jordan before classes started. Technically we’re there in an official capacity, to be available for our professors and whatnot. But I was just happy to get away from Luke for a few days, just to figure everything out. 

I got to the house first and put Jordan’s gift on their bed, too nervous to actually contemplate handing it to them. Like yeah, we spoke nearly every day over break, but it felt like my nerves about seeing them again only got worse. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, and it’s honestly scaring me. I always considered myself a level-headed person, able to keep my emotions in check. Even with the struggles of the past year, my grades stayed steady, and my friends and family noticed little difference. But Jordan. Jordan saw through me before they even knew me. And they’re real, genuine in a way that I’ve never seen before. I think that’s what gets me the most. Yes, Jordan’s insanely hot. And yes, they’re insanely smart and insanely powerful. But it isn’t any of that that makes my heart race or my stomach flood with butterflies. It’s their boldness, their determination, their integrity. They made me want to push myself harder, to prove myself worthy of their respect. 

All of that to say, I’m hiding out in my bedroom, spending way more time than necessary responding to emails for Professor Park. I had one earbud in, half-listening for when Jordan got in. My heart thudded in my chest as I finally heard the front door swing open. God, I’m pathetic! It’s just a fucking jacket, Mags, get it together. But I found myself twisting my fingers around each other, reading and rereading the same email without processing a word of it.

It was another hour before Jordan would come and knock on my door. 

“Come in!” I called out. Jordan came in, looking so hot in that jacket it was actually unfair. It was baggy on them in this form, but it looked effortlessly cool. I grinned, hoping to hide my attraction. “I hoped it would fit.” I said. 

“Dude, this is fucking sick. Where’d you find it?” I let out a shaky breath, laughing awkwardly. I thought after they got the gift I’d calm down, but I swore my hands were trembling slightly. 

“Oh, there was this vintage store in the town we were in. They had a super old black cat, so you know I had to go in.” Jordan laughed.

“Obviously.” They teased. 

“It was in the back, but the owner of the shop seemed pleased I pulled it out.” I paused, admiring them in the jacket once more. “And it looks much better off the hanger.” They winked, but I almost swore I saw their cheeks flush red. 

We spent the next day or so catching up and doing busywork for Park and Brink. Jordan and I were walking in a nervous silence back to the townhouse from a pre-semester T.A. meeting. Ever since I got back, I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched, and it was all the more intensified in the evening light. We were a bit more than halfway there when a skinny, nervous man with curly brown hair and big eyes walked up to us, tapping me on the shoulder. I jumped, and Jordan glared.

“Margaret Riordan? We heard you were looking for us.” When he registered my frightened and confused expression, he added: “I work for Butcher. Follow me.” And with that, he started off into the darkness. I turned to Jordan, shrugged, and followed the strange anxious man. I heard them sigh exasperatedly before following me. 

“This better not get us killed.” They muttered. We followed the anxious man to a small navy blue sedan, where another man sat in the driver’s seat - he was more muscular with a shaved head and facial hair, and a surprisingly alternative fashion sense. 

He gave us a small but cheery wave, and we clambered into the backseat. He didn’t wait for us to buckle up before beginning to careen through the streets. The anxious man, who introduced himself as Hughie, looked resigned to the chaos, white knuckling the passenger side door. The driver introduced himself as Frenchie, with a thick French accent. He drove the car with one hand on the wheel, the other hand dangling a cigarette out the open window. 

We took a winding route there, listening to fast-paced french music as we drove. My heart raced, but I almost felt... excited. I looked over at Jordan, seeing their trepidation clear on their face. On a whim, I took their hand, squeezing it gently. They looked a little surprised but didn’t pull away. I ignored the way that made my stomach lurch.

When we finally made it to an unassuming brick building, Frenchie parked the car haphazardly before leading us inside, with Hughie trailing behind us.

“How did you find her?” Jordan hissed once we were inside, their eyes blazing. Hughie and Frenchie both looked uncomfortable, sharing a look that I couldn’t read. And then, my entire world changed.

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[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

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

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

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

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

[thornbutch]

Pretty on your Knees (18+)

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Pairings: Jordan Li x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jordan adores how submissive, pliant, and beautiful you are when your knees are bruised and your mouth is stretched wide around them.

Tags: smut, mature, Jordan is a bit possessive and toxic (but its sexy as tho), masculine Jordan Li

Word Count: ~300 (?)

Jordan Li standing up, your lips wrapped around their cock while their hand combs through your hair. They’re fucking your mouth, slowly and tauntingly. Both to edge themselves and you. You now you can’t get off until they’re done. You’re obedient. Such a good girl, letting them use you like this after a hard day of school. They know the floor is hurting your knees, but you like that, don’t you? You love pretending that you’re innocent. You walk around in short skirts and even shorter dresses and expect them not to want to fuck you senseless the moment they get you alone? They start to fuck your throat harder, now. You’re making the prettiest of gagging noises and your eyes are spewing tears as you swallow their cock down your greedy throat.

“You like this?” They ask. It’s a rhetorical question. You both know you love it.

They’re so close. They want to finish with their load all over your pretty skin. You want it just as much as they do.

With two harsh thrusts, they’re pulling out of your mouth and jerking their cock over your face. Thick spurts of cum land on your cheeks, lips, and chin. Your bare chest is heaving from the sudden exposure to more oxygen. Your breasts get covered, too. Jordan couldn’t leave those out of the mix.

They’re pulling you off your knees and kissing you deeply.

“You did so well for me, pretty,” they’d mumble against your glossy, cum-coated lips, “It’s your turn now, yeah?”

[inklore]

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

NIGHTS LIKE THESE

pairing: jordan li x (f)reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you know that they’ve rewired you too. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both do. 

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

[sunnydday]

Sincerely if you like Jordan li try this one that’s help my broken poor heart and the author was juste waaaaaaaaaaa

[jordanli-dribbles]

Play Date

Jordan Li x Fem!Reader | 3.8k words

A smutty one-shot about Jordan crashing your COD play 'date'.

Tags: Situationship, includes both of Jordan's forms

(I haven't written in months, and thought I would try something new. Story is written with mixed pronouns: He/She/They)

It was Friday night, and you and your friend Aiden sat cross legged on the floor your backs resting against the couch playing video games. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder laughing loudly as you played Call of Duty.

“Bastard, you shot me!” You yelled, your elbow digging into their ribs. “I’m on your team, fucker!” He just laughs and shrugs as you adjust your headset waiting for the next round. You grab your control ready for the next round, exclaiming “Game on, jerk!”

Just as the round was about to start the door to your dorm swings open harshly. The door knob smacking against the wall loudly. Jordan storming into the room, her curled bob bouncing with every angry step.

“What the fuck, Jordan!” You exclaim, quickly taking off your headset to glare at them from the floor, watching as they walked towards you.

They paused mid-stride when they noticed you weren’t alone. “Who’s this?” they asked harshly, pointing at Aiden, who was still playing next to you, oblivious to Jordan’s angry glare and harsh tone.

“Aiden, Jordan.” you say, pointing between them both. “Jordan, Aidan.” you finish, pointing in the opposite direction.

Aiden places his controller on the floor next to him, taking his headset off turning to face you with an amused raise eyebrow. You smile at him apologetically. While Jordan starts to walk towards you both slowly, shifting to their larger form. You rolled your eyes, they had a habit of shifting to their male form when trying to get their point across. Which you found idiotic as they were much more intimidating in their 5’2” form.

“And why is he here?” Jordan says harshly, glaring at Aiden. You shrug, picking up your controller to log off the game.

“What’s with the 20 questions?” you say, with a raised eyebrow. You're being a brat on purpose, trying to see how much you can rile them up as your eyes stay locked on the TV.

Jordan huffs, brushing their fingers through their hair. “You weren’t answering your phone,” he says pointing at the your phone on your floor with his chin, “or the fucking door.” Jordan continues glaring at you now.

“Oh,” you say nonchalantly, picking up your phone from the floor. Well, look at that… you had several messages and missed calls from Jordan. Karma is a bitch, the asshole had been ignoring you whole week.

“Huh…guess I missed them,” you say casually, still staring at your phone. “We were kinda busy.” Aiden snickers besides you, a small smirk on their lips as he looks from you to a very angry Jordan.

“Busy with what?” Jordan says through clench teeth. You turn towards Aidan, giving him a small smile before turning towards Jordan whose burning glare could freeze hell. Fuck, you love their sexy glare. You lean back against the couch, crossing your arms with a mischievous grin.

“See...I would tell you, but I don’t really wanted too.” You say with a playful pout. Aiden’s soft chuckles the only sound in the room. You were enjoying this too much, ridding Jordan up was one of your favorite past times, especially after they ignored you all week.

Jordan glare turns murderous as their eyes trail down your exposed legs. You had a habit of kicking off your jeans as soon as you entered your dorm. Walking around in just a loose shirt and panties. Their eyes linger on your exposed thighs for a moment, you shift to cross your legs feeling a blush spread on your cheeks, your nipples hardening under their heated gaze as you gripped the hem of your shirt lower down your thighs.

Fuck, they were so hot. Their death glare doing nothing but turn you on more. You bit your lower lip, watching their eyes snap up to your face, their darken eyes burning into yours.

Fuck, you love how intense and possessive they are, it made you fucking hot.

See, Aidan had dropped by earlier to return a textbook. You met him a few weeks ago in an art history course you were taking as an elective. He was super sweet and you both shared the same humor and love for video games. He also had absolutely no interest in you as you did not have the right body part, if you get the meaning so when he dropped by earlier you didn't even try to put pants on.

You were in the middle of an epic game session, when Jordan bursted in. Aidan, knew about your complicated relationship with Jordan. He found the entire thing hilarious, he was currently having a blast seeing the famous Jordan Li so fired up. They didn't run in the same circles as Aidan was in Performance Arts and the only person Jordan knew from that school was Emma.

You both glare at each other in silence, while Aidan sat quietly next to you smirking. The tension between the two of you was so thick, that it would have taken a chainsaw to cut through.

Jordan took a deep breath rubbing their hand down their face and releasing a heavy sigh before shifting back to their female form, the change was instantaneous. It was the one thing that always threw you, how fucking quick they could shift. If you blinked you would of messed it, it was amazing.

They stalked towards you, their eyes never leaving yours. They grab your wrist, pulling you up, a yelp of surprise leaves your mouth. You turn to stare at Aidan, who rolled his eyes at the dramatics. You were about to open your mouth to say something to him. But Jordan had other plans, as soon as you stood up, she pulled you towards her and kiss you deeply.

You let out a small yelp in surprise, before kissing her back. She wraps an arm around your waist pulling you closer. Her kiss is rough, demanding, as she bites down on your lower lip. You gasp, allowing her tongue to slid into your mouth. Her hand gripping your ass, your shirt riding up from their grip. You moan, pressing yourself closer against her chest.

You could feel them smirk against your lips, as you melted in their embrace. Your hand tangling itself in their hair, as you deepen the kiss completely forgetting that Aiden was still there as Jordan claimed your mouth and soul.

Jordan rips their lips from yours in a loud smack. Her lips kiss swollen and her eyes burning with a dark need. She turns to Aiden, who still sitting on the floor.

“Fuck off." Jordan said with a glare, her eyes narrowing and jaw clenching in frustration. Aiden laughed, the sound echoing around the room, and stood up with his hands raised in a gesture of mock surrender as he walked towards the door.

"Well this was fun," Aidan jokes, "I'll call you later, darling." he said giving you a wink before leaving closing the door quietly behind him.

"Darling?" Jordan hissed, their fingers digging deeper into your ass.

You roll your eyes, "Jealous?" you tease with a smile.

Jordan's response was to throw you onto the bed, your body bouncing on the mattress. In an instant, Jordan was straddling you, pinning you to the bed. Their dark brown hair falling into her face, the way the light was hitting their eyes made them seem lighter than usual.

"Do I need to fucking remind you that your mine," Jordan says in a growl, their lips capturing yours in a brutal kiss. She sucks on your bottom lip, pulling it into their mouth before letting it go. Your fingers tangling themselves in their hair again, pushing their lips closer. Your hips grinding into theirs, your right leg hooking around their waist to bring them closer.

“Yes,” you murmur into their mouth. You weren't sure if their question was hypothetical, but you loved pushing their buttons.

"Fuckin’ brat," Jordan groans into your mouth, their hands grabbing onto the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. You lifted your arms, as they pull it off. You reach for the hem of their shirt, but they swat your hand away.

"No," Jordan says with a smirk. You pouted, as their mouth attached itself to your neck. Biting, sucking, and licking the skin there. You groan, grinding your hips against their, their left hand moving from your hip to the bed beside your head, as they ground their hips against yours.

"Fuck," you hiss, as Jordan nips at your pulse point.

"Mine." Jordan growls, their right hand moving to squeeze your breast. Their fingers tweaking your nipple, you buck into their hand.

"Yet...you..ignored me all week," You say through gasps as their mouth sucks and licks at your right nipple, their hand still fondling the left. Your back arching off the bed.

Jordan chuckles, "So that why you're being a brat?" they say, as their mouth moves down your body. Nipping, and licking at the your skin on the way.

"Mm," you hum, as they plant wet kisses on your hips. Their hands pulling your panties slowly down your legs as their mouth continues to place kisses and bites on your legs and thighs. They drop on their knees by the bed, pulling your body towards them as they hook you leg over their shoulder. You raise yourself on your elbows wanting to look at them. Your eyes connect as you stare at each other. Both you breathing heavily as you laid fully naked on your bed, your legs open wide while their remain fully clothes.

They cock their eyebrow at you, giving you a mischievous smirk before saying, "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna fuck the brat out of you." You didn't have time to process their words before their mouth was on your pussy, sucking your clit hard.

"Oh, fuck." you gasp, dropping onto the bed as they continue their assault on your clit. Sucking, and flicking their tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You grab onto the bed sheet, throwing your head back. You could feel them chuckle, their fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. They bite down on your clit, and you gasp. Your hand shooting towards their hair, your fingers tangling themselves in their curls as their tongue pushes past your folds and inside you.

"Oh, god....yes!" you whimper, grinding your pussy against their mouth. They moan, their fingers digging into your thighs as their tongue thrust in and out of your pussy. Your back arching off the bed, your hands tightening around their hair as their tongue curls inside you.

"Jordan," you whimper, "Please." Your hips bucking against their face, your grip on their hair tightening as they continue to fuck you with their tongue. Jordan chuckles, their tongue pushing further into your pussy. You whined, their fingers digging into your thighs and you know that you'll have bruises later.

"Please, fuck, Jordan." You moan loudly.

They suck on your clit, their eyes never leaving yours as they continue to fuck you with their tongue. "Fuck, I missed your taste." Jordan says, as their tongue plunged in and out of your cunt. Their voice muffled against your pussy. They breathing harshly against your skin. The sound of them, eating you out loud and obscene and it just turns you on even more.

"You are such a brat," Jordan says through licks, "And I fucking love it." They thrust two fingers inside of you harshly, as your mouth falls open from the intrusion. "Means, I get to punish you." They groan as your walls clenched around their fingers, your hips rolling with each thrust.

"My fucking brat." Jordan groans, their tongue moving along the folds of your cunt, as their fingers moved in and out of your slick entrance.

"Fuck, Jordan!" You cry out, as their fingers curl and twist inside of you. Their tongue lapping at your clit. You grind against their fingers, the pressure building up inside you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, desperate to fall over.

"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers." Jordan says, their mouth sucking on your clit. Their eyes boring into yours, "You look so fucking beautiful, baby. Your tight little pussy, riding my fingers like my dirty little slut."

"Fuck, I'm close." You whimper, your hips rocking faster. You could feel their eyes on you, as their tongue flick at your clit.

"Scream my name, darling," they say with a sarcastic tone, watching as you fucked yourself against their hand. Their mouth sucking on your clit, as their fingers curl and twist inside you hitting all the right places.

"Oh, fuck!" You cried, as the pleasure builds. "Jordan!" You scream, as their mouth closes around your clit and sucks hard. Your orgasm hits you suddenly, and you see white stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your thighs clenching, your body shaking as Jordan continues to lick and suck at your clit, drawing your orgasm out your body jerking from each flick of their tongue.

"Good girl." Jordan say, giving your clit a long lick, "You taste fucking delicious." They give you a shit eating grin, licking their lips. You gasping for air, your legs trembling the pleasure rolling through your body. Jordan slowly pulls their fingers out of your pussy, their tongue following suit. Licking their fingers clean before giving your thigh a soft kiss over the bruises their fingers left behind. They stand up, their eyes meeting yours as they lick their lips slowly. You watch as they pull their shirt off, tossing it to the side, their shorts and boxers following after as they climb up your body. Their naked form crushing yours, their mouth attaching itself to your throat, biting and licking at the sensitive skin, marking you. You release a soft whimper as they bite down hard, sucking the tender skin, before pulling away to stare down at you.

You lift your hand, brushing a piece of her hair behind their ear as they start down on you.

"Darling?" You say with a teasing grin. They can be so petty sometimes.

Jordan scuffs, ignoring your comment leaning down to kiss you instead. Their mouth covering yours, their tongue pushing past your lips. You moan into the kiss, your hand tightening in their hair, while the other wraps around their shoulders pulling them closer. Your hips grinding against theirs.

Jordan chuckles, the noise getting swallowed up by your mouth, as they rock their hips against yours. Their lips trail down your jaw, as they continue to move their hips. Shifting, instantly to their male form. Their rock hard cock, grinding against your dripping wet cunt.

"Jordan," you moan, as their hips rut against yours. You can feel the tip of their cock rubbing against your swollen clit, the sensation driving your overstimulated body insane.

"You want my cock baby," Jordan says, his teeth biting down on your shoulder. "Want me to stretch your pretty little pussy?" Jordan asks, their fingers brushing the hair off your forehead, as his hips thrust against yours, the crown of their dick pushing past your folds, teasing your entrance.

"Fuck," you groan, their hands cupping your breasts. His thumb circling your nipples as their mouth continues to bite and suck at the skin of your neck. You were getting stimulation from all sides, their fingers, their mouth, their dick.

"This what you want, baby." Jordan teases, as their cock pushes past your folds, their crown stretching your entrance before entering you inch by inch. They thrust their hips forward, sheathing their cock completely inside you in a sudden deep thrust.

"Mm fuck," you whimper, as their thick cock stretches and fills your begging cunt. Their hips, rolling slowly as he bottoms out. They still for a moment, allowing you time to adjust, your head tilting up at the full sensation. Your lips parts, eyes close as Jordan rolls their hip, their mouth latching onto the base of your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin.

"God, your so fucking hot," Jordan says, as their hands grab at your thighs, wrapping your legs around their waist. You wrap your arms around their neck, as they begin to rock their hips. They push their cock deep into your pussy, rolling their hips before drag their cock out and thrusting it back in. Their movements slow and steady, oh so very deep.

"Oh god," you moan, as their cock hits every nerve inside of you, their lips still attached to the base of your throat. They bite down on the spot, hard, a deep thrust of their hips as their teeth sink into your skin.

"Fuck, Jordan," you moan, your hand tangling itself in their short brown hair. "Please, Jordan, I need...I need." Your words gargled with each thrust of their hips.

Jordan chuckles, the low rumbled sending shivers down your spine. "What do you need, baby?" they ask, their voice raspy and deep. Their hands tighten on your hips, the thrusting of their cock, slow and deep.

"More," you moan, your eyes close as Jordan buries their dick deep inside your pussy rolling their hips making you feel every inch of him.

"Yeah, baby. You want me to fuck you?" Jordan says, as their hips pull back and snap roughly, back into you. "Want me to fucking own you?" They growl into your ear, as their thrusting become deeper and rougher.

"Yes...fuck, yes" You gasp, as they begin to fuck you harder and faster, their hips slapping against yours, the sound loud and lewd. Their hand coming up to wrap around your throat. Their thumb resting on your quickening pulse, squeezing lightly.

"Eyes on me, baby." Jordan orders, their hips slamming against yours. You force your eyes open, your gaze locking onto Jordan's, their pupils dilated. Their hips still, before thrusting themselves deep into your aching pussy. You gasp, your eyes rolling back, but they tighten their grip around your neck.

"Eyes." They growl, and you whimper. Your hand grabbing onto the one wrapped around your neck, your eyes locking back onto theirs.

"Eyes on me when I fuck you!" They growl, their hips snapping roughly. You whimper, nodding desperately.

"Fuck," Jordan groans as your pussy clenches tightly.

"So fucking perfect." They say, sucking your bottom lip into their mouth as their cock pounds into your pulsing pussy. Your hand tightens in their hair, pulling their lips against yours, your tongue plunging into their mouth.

"Mine," they growl, and you moan into their mouth. "All fucking mine." They snarl, their lips pressing against yours in a rough kiss. Their teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

"Yes…Jordan." You whimper, their thrust becoming more frantic. "Yours, only yours." Jordan groans as you clench around them, their thrust slowing down but deepening with every thrust.

"Fuck…" You cry out, the pressure inside of you building, "Fuck, yes. Yours, baby." You whimper, and they groan. Their hand tightening on your throat, their hips snapping into yours.

"Your going to come for me baby?" Jordan says, as their hips roll against yours, your swollen clit rubbing against their pubic bone. "Come for me, baby. I'm so close." They groan, and you whimper.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful." Jordan says, their hips moving faster, their thrust becoming harder and deeper. Their hand still around your throat as their lips capture yours in a rough kiss. You arch your back, moaning into their mouth as their hips pound against yours.

You cry into their mouth, as your orgasm crashes into you. Your legs shaking, their hips continue to snap against yours, their cock hitting all the right places, driving you wild.

"Fucking beautiful." Jordan moans, their hips slapping against yours as you clench and quiver around their cock. “Fucking, mine!” They say, your body shaking, their hips never stopping, they continue to slam their hips against yours chasing their own release.

"Fuck baby," Jordan groans, their cock twitching inside of you. You whimper, clenching tightly around their cock, milking them. Jordan lets out a loud grunt, as their hips snap one last time before spilling inside of you, their hot cum shooting deep inside you as their mouth desperately presses against yours, your tongues twisting together in a sloppy kiss.

Their hips stuttering, as they fill you. You whimper, your body still trembling, as their hips slow. You could feel their cock twitching, as they continued to spill inside you. Your messy kiss slowly coming to a halt, as their lips leave yours, their forehead leaning against yours.

"Wow," you whisper, and Jordan chuckles softly.

"Yeah," They agree, their hands gently caressing your skin, their fingers tracing over the bite marks and bruises they left behind.

"Sorry," they murmur, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.

"Its okay," you say, placing a soft kiss to their lips, "You're hot when your jealous."

Jordan scuffs, but gives you a small smile. They place a soft kiss to the base of your throat, their body dropping more against yours as they nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around their shoulders, holding them close, your hands gently stroking their back.

"I missed you." Jordan whispers, their lips ghosting across your neck.

"And whose fault is that, dumbass." you say with a sarcastic scoff, "You're the one who's been ignoring me all week."

"I know." Jordan sighs, their body weight shifting as they raise their head to meet your eyes. "Just, things got super busy this week and I couldn't focus, you're too much of a distraction sometimes." They say sincerely, their fingers brushing across your cheek. You roll your eyes dramatically, but say nothing as you sometimes feel the same way about them, needing a break to focus on school and other shit but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss them either.

Jordan gives you a shy smile, before placing a firm kiss on your swollen lips. Their head dropping back into the crook of your neck. You sigh happily as your finger go back to gently stroke their back, lightly scratching their back with your nails, drawing soft sighs from their lips.

"We should probably shower," Jordan says softly, after a moment.

"Mmm, in a bit." you murmur your fingers continuing to trail patterns on their naked back. Jordan chuckles, shifting to their smaller form as they nuzzle their face deeper into your neck, their hand gripping your hip, holding you impossibly close to their body.

"Whatever you say, baby." they say, their voice muffled as they burry their face into the space between your breasts. You chuckle, before releasing a content sigh, holding them closer, your eyes closing as sleep slowly begins to claim you both.

[gwynfahr]

Just imagine :

A frat party mostly filled with freshmen just out of high school, Jordan's here for the free booze and drugs honestly, but then their eyes land on you, so fucking hot in that tight little outfit. You look so fucking innocent when you cough a bit at the taste of the drink your friend has given you.

In their masc form, he follows your moves as you then proceed to smoke weed for what totally seems to be the first time.

That's when the corruption kink really kicks in. Jordan wants you, wonders how you'd look with your pretty glossy lips parted as you moaned his name while he fucked you into oblivion. Thinks about your manicured nails raking against her back when she'd finger you until you saw god. The way you'd beg for them to stop for a bit because it's too much, you can't come anymore.

They want you without even having talked to you, and they're gonna get you...

You'll be screaming their name by the end of the night.

[poppy-metal]

okay but just imagine jordan fucking your face with their pussy omg. hands in your hair, pressing their clit against you like it’s their cock, telling you how good you’re doing. little gray tank top pulled up, maybe removing a hand from your hair to touch their breasts. we all know jordan loves to receive too ♡

im gonna drench my panties letting them fuck my face - and they use you, hard - they're not shy about it like you, gripping the back of your neck to hold you in place. rubbing their cunt over your lips and getting you messy on purpose to see you all debauched. their favorite thing to do is spreading their lips apart and and fucking the bud of their clit in and out of your mouth - gets them off so quick and you're so fucking obedient like this. perfect girl, sweet girl - beautiful fucking messy princess eating daddy's pussy how she's told. they make you hold your mouth wide open a dirty "open your fucking mouth - show daddy that tongue -" giritted out and when they squirt every drop goes onto your tongue. they're breathing heavy, and the best part is they're not even satiated yet, cunt still pulsing and wet - but they know how to take care of their next orgasm. you just have to hope your little princess pussy can keep up - because they're hungry for her next.

makes you sit back and spread your thighs to show them how wet being used like a little slut made you. the shyer you get about showing them the harder they bully you - "c'mon, lean back - let me see. no, i mean really let me see, freshmen. spread that shit so i can see how wet having your face fuckin' abused made you."