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࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. — 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒖𝒂𝒏. ˒ ⊹

syn. wicked is not a word you’d use to describe the general—that is, until you let him have his way with you. pair. jing yuan x f!reader cw. porn no plot / orgasm denial / overstim / sir kink / pet names (my girl, little sparrow shoutout ais touchstarved) / dacryphilia / oral (f!receiving) / v fingering / very brief mindbreak mention ... note. jing yuan will come home. i am manifesting it. enjoy dis ficlet ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

“you’re doing so well for me.”

the deep rumble of jing yuan’s voice does little to soothe the vicious ache between your legs, his lithe fingers working your folds so deliciously and yet keeping you on that precipice that you just can’t seem to fall over. he’s been doing this for awhile now, letting the pleasure in your core tighten just enough to bring you to the edge, and then he’d stop completely, denying you the one thing you want the most. you let out a pathetic wail as he pulls away yet again, leaving you high and dry for what feels like the millionth time.

“jing yuan, please!” you sob. he clicks his tongue.

“what did we talk about, little sparrow? c’mon. you know that’s not how you’re s’posed to address me.”

you can see his smug grin through blurry eyes, tears gathering on your lashes as your hips buck in search of any kind of relief.

“g-general, sir,” you plead shakily, “please let me cum.”

“that’s my girl.”

and his fingers plunge back into your gummy walls, working against that sensitive spot in just the right way to make you see stars. your mouth drops open as a moan catches in your throat, and your thighs start shaking as you feel yourself nearing the crest of an orgasm once again.

this time, though, jing yuan lets you fall, his other large hand coming down to work at your clit with his thumb mercilessly. you shake violently as he lets you cum with tears falling down your cheeks.

he lets you ride out your high—and.. and he doesn’t stop, and oh my god, your stomach is tight with overwhelming pleasure and the rise of another orgasm.

“wait— wait! oh, oh god, sir, please, s’too much..!”

if you could even think through jing yuan’s ministrations, maybe you could catch the devilish glint in his eyes, or the way his canines flash as he smirks down at your trembling form. maybe you could catch the way his cock is straining against his boxers, stained with the obscene amount of pre his tip was leaking. oh, aeons, jing yuan was completely infatuated with the way you cried pretty crystalline tears, the way you were singing for him, infatuated with you, you, you, utterly ruined under him.

you let out a sob as he lowers his head to wrap his lips around your clit; and when he sucks, your thighs clench so tightly around his head—jing yuan thinks that he’s in heaven. he’s obsessed with you and your pleasure, his hips rutting against the bed as he fingers you, crooking them oh so perfectly.

and you cum again, and again, and again, until he’s finally satisfied. you think that you’ve melted into a puddle on the bed when he finally pulls away from you, pink tongue flicking out to lick the slick that stains his face. you’d think it a little gross if it weren’t for the fact that he just sent you to heaven and back about 5 different times—you’re a little too tired to really care. that, and… maybe it was a little sexy. maybe.

“doing okay, little sparrow?” jing yuan asks gently, a large hand sliding up your body and cupping your face as he leans over you to press a sweet kiss to your lips. when he pulls away, his golden eyes stare so deeply into yours as he takes in your current state—breathless, boneless, your doe eyes full of love and adoration for him. something in his gaze darkens. you hadn't even noticed the hand previously cupping your face was drifting down to loosely wrap around your throat.

“don’t tell me you’re done yet.”

the way his voice darkens sends a chill down your spine. you’re helpless to his whims, too—you’re oh so sweetly lying out for him like a prize, tits on display as your chest rises and falls with every breath, legs spread so wide for him, accommodating his broad form in between. he smiles down at you, a soft laugh rumbling through his chest that has an undercurrent of sinfulness that has your core throbbing despite everything.

he’s going to push you to your limit—prod at it until you almost break—and then some more. and you find yourself anticipating it with bated breath, eager to see just what the general has in store for you.