#pervert!jann mardenborough

[firemenenthusiast]

my wfi is ass im so hoping you caught the req i just sent in

like one of archies characters getting off to reader voice in a ft as she spoke oblivious (or so he thoughtt 😂😂😂🫵🫵🫵)

please accept my most sincere apologies as i took too long to do this because imma be honest, i wasn’t horny enough to think of something to write on this 😞🙏🏻 BUT I AM NOW 🙂‍↔️☝🏻

warnings: 18+, m!masturbation, voice kink, we had pervert!kai, now time for pervert!jann

no. no, you cannot find out about this, about him doing this, and feeling this way. but the truth is, he has been, for quite a while now. precisely, it all started when you first appeared in his dream deep at night, the dream that woke him up with sweat drenched pillows and a huge tent in the sheets. the exact same dream that made him hump his mattress till he came before finally admitting to himself that he has a problem.

every time the same heavy tension rushes all throughout his body, his memory of you in that tight leggings watching over him flashes behind his eyes. so far, he’s been doing a great job acting normal around you even though his desires might just burn a hole through his chest. not easy, but he manages.

jann’s a respectful man, a professional. but it seems like both of those things doesn’t apply to him when it comes to his work the way he gets off thinking about his trainer. what could possibly explain why he has your instagram page displayed on his phone screen on one hand, and his heavy, leaking cock in another ? he knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but nothing else seems to be working for his release, not even anything on the 6th page of pornhub. believe him, he tried. what seems to be working though are pictures of you in your matching workout set, hugging your figure so nicely while you pose for the camera, showing off your hard work.

his head is resting against his gaming chair so blissfully, thighs spread out while his hand is lazily stroking his length. oh he’s just getting started, scrolling to find his material for today. your work nature actually requires you to be in those fitted clothes, posing your silhouette away so managers are convinced of hiring you as their athletes’ trainers. not sure if being a professional driver has anything to do with jann jerking off to pictures of his trainer, just casually tapping the tip of his cock on his phone screen that some of his precum smears.

there it is, his favourite picture of you. well not really, he prefers the cute one of you visiting the race tracks but for now, it has to be of your selfie after a session, covered in sweat.

he imagines that’s how you’d look like if he were to fuck you senseless right on the yoga mat. suddenly he’s reminded of how good are you at training him, and the moments when he would bump into you, crotch pressing hard against your ass. the feeling of your body though only for a few seconds has him throwing his head back, as his hand moves in a rapid pace. his mouth agape, giving absolute access to the dragged out moan coming out of his mouth.

he was about to rest his weeping cock on your face when the screen suddenly changes, that your name is now displayed across it. fuck, you’re calling. he forgot that you already told him that you were gonna call to confirm tomorrow’s schedule. instant panic shoots open his heavy eyelids, yet he can’t let go of the tight grip on his shaft. you could wait, he thought. but then another idea pops into his mind at the buzzing of his phone with your name across it. so he picks up.

“hey jann, i’m calling to let you know we have 9am tomorrow, and until we’re done”

as your voice turns up from the speaker, he’s being reminded of how sweet you actually sound. so sweet that he could feel his cock twitch in his hand, a bead of precum forming on his tip. he knew this was a good idea, you should be helping him get off anyways. raising his phone to his ear, he hopes that it couldn’t pick up the wet squelching sounds of his spit lubricated hand rubbing away at his cock. he almost let out an audible moan at you calling out his name again

“yeah ? o-okay sure. wh-what about my diet ?”

he asks through gritted teeth, referring to his food restrictions towards the nearing race day. definitely not because he needs you to keep talking so he can cum quicker.

“okay well, just stay off dairy for now—“

a crooked smile creeps onto his face knowing that you’re gonna tell him a list of reminders and things to go through for his fitness. biting his bottom lips, he shuts his eyes so he could hear you better, and focus on twisting his fist up his raging tip. god he feels so good, your voice is like honey dripping onto his tastebuds. how he wishes be could get off of hearing you speak every time he gets hard thinking about you.

“ffuck,,” he accidentally let out

“what’s that jann ?” you stop going over the sets he needs to go through, thinking that he might’ve said something

“go on, please” he urges, the rapid jerking movements of his fist are giving him utter pleasure, as he tightens it desperately. with your voice speaking into his ear and the image of your tight pussy in his head, he thinks he’s gonna cum any second now. oh how he always imagine just how tight your pussy must feel from watching you do squats in the gym, and how pretty your puffy soaked wet folds must look as they wait patiently for him to ram his thick cock into your pretty hole.

he almost passes out with the way his hips are now thrusting into his hand, his thighs jerking with how the pleasure is spreading instantly throughout his body. his cock’s so hard at listening to you, his balls are full of cum, eager to shoot out anytime soon.

“be sure to get enough rests jann, that’s the most important thing”

you hear him hum at the end of the line, he’s nodding away as if you could see him right now. if only you actually could, so you’d know how horny you make him that he’s jerking off, fisting at his cock while being on the phone with you. he thinks you’re completely oblivious too, when the truth is you can hear the low grunts and staggering breath he lets out. at first it was weird, until you hear the wet sounds of his knuckles slapping his balls against his thighs accompanying.

“and jann—?” you begin, putting on a sultry voice on purpose

“y-yeah?”

“maybe hold off the jerking off, it’ll fuck up your dopamine levels”

the immediate beeping tone fills his ear before he’s cumming almost instantly, shooting thick sticky white up his chest from your words. his thighs are shaking from the pressure of his orgasm erratically, bouncing against his chair as his cum drips down his length towards his tight balls, some even leaking onto the floor. his chest is heaving hard, heart pounding against his chest as he tries to process everything that just happened.

pulling a deep breath, his cock is still twitching as it jumps against his lower belly, the tip red and sensitive. as much as he resents himself from his act, he enjoys every second of it. maybe next time, for better fap session in his dark gaming room like just now, he should set up a camera in the gym, panning straight to you, hoping to catch a footage of your leggings hugging your ass, perfectly showing the outline of your pussy for his own enjoyment <3

[midnight-black2]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : jann didn't expect to find himself being caught getting off to you, let alone be touched by you.

disclaimers : dom!reader, sub!jann, masturbation (m receiving), praise, voyuerism, a bit of begging, slight degradation if you squint, honestly probably more i'm forgetting but you get the point

jann couldn't stop.

every single thought that filled his pretty little mind was you. from the moment he woke up, to the moment he fell asleep. hell, he even dreamt of you.

he couldn't stop himself.

he knew he should've had better self control. i mean, who touches themself to the thought of their roommate? but how could he possibly not at the same time? it was so incredibly insatiable. you, were so incredibly insatiable.

his own big hand sliding up and down along his cock. crying out, so so loudly. what ever possessed him to think sharing a home with you was a good idea? you could have walked in any minute, and he would have been utterly fucked out, and shit out of luck since he couldn't seem to find the power to stop. he wasn't sure if he would've been more mortified or turned on if you found him; legs spread, slight arch in his back, moaning your name.

and he wished he heard the front door creak open. he wished he would've heard the footsteps. but he was so close, he couldn't just abruptly stop. and the only thing he could hear was his own lewd noises. you almost dismissed it as well, almost. you wanted to spare him the embarrassment, but that was until you heard him say something between the high pitched whines and small whimpers.

"please, don't stop y/n," he moaned. your name. he moaned your name. you froze in your tracks, heat spreading throughout your body as you inched closer to the door.

"o-oh god, fuck please," jann's hand was set at a somewhat speedy, steady pace. he could feel himself growing nearer and nearer toward cumming. what did you want to do? you found it utterly adorable how he gets off to the thought of you the way he does. though at the same time, what were you supposed to do? simply walk in? tease him? perhaps get in a quick fuck? no. no no no no no. how could you forget?

jann was a virgin.

although, that does make it all the more exciting. he must be so sensitive...exhilarating.

so with all of your better senses screaming at you to stop, to spare yourself from an addiction you knew was going to grow from this, you grabbed onto the door handle. and all at once barged into his room. right as you did so, there it was. with pleasure painted upon his face, he came. his thick hot load came shooting out, and in the most pornographic way possible painted half of his chest that was heaving up and down as he fruitlessly tried to regulate his breathing. when he finally realized you were standing in the door frame, staring, maybe judging, he was mortified, to say the least.

he swiftly covered his entire body with his duvet, and his eyes darted around. "i-i, uhm, what are you...?" he stammered. his eyes were starting to water a bit. was he about to...cry? awww.

"i heard you," you said, getting to point as you took a step further. he wanted to cry. he wanted to disappear. god he wanted to be anywhere you weren't. how was he supposed to respond? beg for your forgiveness? say he would leave the house if you wanted? oh, he didn't know.

"y/n i'm so, so sorry i just..." jann began, the words dying on his tongue without a chance. he mustered up a bit of courage. he wanted to try to explain himself, but what was there to explain? "please, please i know you must think im such a...a p-perverted weirdo but..."

"no-well i mean...yeah, but i don't hold it against you," you replied, a smirk growing on your lips. jann faltered, he felt your demeanor change. you walked closer to his bed. "...cmon then, the least you could do is show me." jann audibly gulped, as he looked down to his hands.

"why-why do you want me to do that?" he queried, eyes still not quite meeting up to yours. he felt the mattress dip a bit as you sat down; his breathing started to quicken. there was a moment of silence as you thought of an answer. why did you want him to do that? well, you wanted to make him even more embarrassed after all, and who wouldn't want to see him completely exposed?

you hooked his chin beneath your finger before lifting his head up gently to meet your eyes. you said without any remorse, "because, i want to see the mess you made for me." jann didn't know what to say, or if he should say anything. he decided not to. his hand was shaking as it went to reach for the edge of the duvet to lift it off of himself. how could he not take an order from you? so, he did what was told.

there was his mess everywhere. in his lower abdomen, along his happy trail, on his cock (which was almost abnormally big but we'll dismiss that for now), and on his bedsheets. his cheeks became impossibly brighter red, as he looked down at himself--at the mess he made.

"my, my, jann. you were quite excited, who got you like that, hm?" you teased, wanting to see how he would react. he met your gaze once again, and he breathed in deeply, feeling as if he might pass out.

"i-you. you did," he stutters out, his body tensing as you run your hand along his thigh beneath the covers.

"how dirty, jann," you uttered, with a small tsk. he felt himself hardening again, not only at your touch but your words as well. he needed you more than he needed the air in his lungs. your hand inched closer and closer to the place he wanted you to touch and tease the most. your fingers grazed the tip, and he actually let out a whimper at that. his fingers weakly wrapped around your wrist.

"please, y/n," he breathed out, looking up into your eyes with his doe ones, all glassy and needy.

"please what, pretty boy?" you asked, your pinter finger dragging up and down his length. he whined, it was soft, but definitely loud enough to hear.

"please touch me," he begged, heart beating in his chest quite loudly. that was all he needed to say before your hand formed an o shape that started pumping him.

"a-ah, fuck," he moaned breathily. he was so sensitive as it was his second time being touched this night.

"has anyone ever touched you like this, jann?" you asked, curious as to if you were his first for being touched.

"n-no, no," jann gingerly answered, almost embarrassed. you grinned. your hand started speeding up. your leg spread across to his other hip, now straddling him. you leaned in to kiss his neck, lips attaching to his smooth skin. kissing, sucking, licking, biting, but softly.

"fuck y/n, i don't think i'll last long when you do that," jann whimpered out. you smiled into his skin. you teased his tip a bit, then moved your hand back along his entire cock.

"h-hah, i can't-i think im gonna-" jann couldn't seem to finish his sentence.

"it's alright pretty boy, just cum for me," you instructed, and that's what he did. his back arched a bit as his hips bucked up, he let out a frail moan, tears that were earlier threatening to spill come flooding down his cheeks. he's shaking, only a bit, but he was still shaking. it was so different when you were the one touching him.

long story short, your little interactions did not end there.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥,

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[firemenenthusiast]

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i write for archie madekwe’s characters ! inbox is always open for talks and request though im warning you it’ll take some time for me to write them. if i haven’t responded to your ask best bet im keeping them for when i actually post the fic ! ^0^

im a certified yapper

so most of these are smut but behold, there's fluff too which i mark with a ‘✰’ and angst, marked with ‘✭’

farleigh start (saltburn 2023);

—"me or you"

summary: when farleigh decided that your rivalry isn’t fun enough for him, he proposes a deal

—"like earth orbiting the sun" ✰

summary: farleigh start! who makes his girlfriend his entire personality.

—"abstinence"

summary: farleigh refuses to admit that he’s physically unable to keep his hands off you, so the both of you place a bet against each other, leading to a week of abstinence

—"spell"

summary: farleigh had trouble resisting you since the first time he saw you so he laid his trap to which you walk right in

—"i wish i knew you wanted me" ✭

summary: a very short thought while i work on the others

—“till death do us apart” ✭

summary: sometimes even fate can be altered

—“casual

summary: there’s a reason why you should never talk about farleigh behind his back

—“ruffles”

summary: farleigh has one purpose in this life, and that is to give you what you want, and more

jann mardenborough (gran turismo 2023);

—"being jann's wag" ✰

summary: what its like being at jann’s races

—"untitled"

summary: “hes just a loser when he’s not winning races”

—"let it grow"

summary: nothing left to do when jann finally gets a new haircut except going absolutely feral

—"domestic sub! jann" ✰

summary: he’s a subby man, even casually. here’s some domestic headcannons of my little whiskers meow meow jann mardenborough

—"mile high club"

summary: classic ol’ airplane fucking because jann gets flustered easily

—“reminisce” ✭

summary: angst, what if the crash had an alternate ending ?

—“autumn” ✭

summary: how many anniversaries could we actually get through ?

kai (voyagers 2021);

—kai x reader headcannons ✰

summary: sfw, fluff. kinda sad tbh

—"influence"

summary: kai is a dumbass who is easily influenced by zac who’s NOT a good person

kofun (see 2019);

—"combat"

summary: trying to walk on such predatory post apocalyptic world with different abilities than others reaps the enjoyment in living, so you try to make the best out of it

ivo (heart of stone 2023)

—“spades”

summary: keeping a straight policy is hard when you have a deep voice talking into your ears

random short thoughts;

— jann with buttplugs

— foursome with farleigh, jann and kai

— pervert! kai panties sniffing

—sub!farleigh being a goodboy

—pervert!jann jerking off to your voice