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coco could you elaborate on jing yuan and the good girl sitting position. for science

𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ⑅ ۫ .

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ jing yuan x sub!f!reader. nsfw — mdni. hyperfeminine reader / slight 'general' kink / finger sucking !¡! ☆ finger sucking !¡ finger sucking ♡ f i n g e r s u c k i n g ★ / 'little dove' as a pet name / praise

𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . i know ໒꒰ྀི ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა . . . i wrote this but plz remember 'm still yuannie's #1 hater . alsooo i strayed away a bit from da ‘ good girl sit ‘ . . i hope is okay :3 as always , feedback + rebloops are supa appreciate ♡ྀི

“oh? and what might this be?”

silence follows jing yuan’s question for a moment too long as he stares you down from the door to his bedroom, a ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips and honey eyes twinkling in awe at the sight of you on his bed.

cream frilled cuffs and thigh garters adorn your limbs, a matching cotton collar to go with the set of pink lingerie that clings to your frame. your lover’s eyes scan you from top to bottom, from the ruffled straps of your corset sliding down your arms to the layered bloomers tight around your hips to the sheer thigh highs that dig into your skin just enough for your soft flesh to spill over.

and you’re sitting like that on the bed, like his little angel, like a lamb to the slaughterhouse: heels of your feet tucked beneath your bum, knees digging into the silk of the duvet, back arched prettily and palms resting on the teddy bear you have shoved up at the apex of your thighs, right against your cunt. jing yuan can all but huff out a low, handsome laugh, saliva beginning to build under his tongue as he imagines your slick coating the beige corduroy of your favourite stuffed animal. 

“look at you, sitting all pretty for me.”

the dull, heavy thuds of his boots against wood get louder with each step he takes toward you, the dissonant clinks and clanks of metal and leather shrouding the playful hums of his voice as he removes his belts and cape, laying them next to you on the bed.

“just… i missed you, yuannie,” you sniffle and gaze up at him with dewy bambi eyes, innocently, like the way you’re perched on your knees and lewdly dressed isn’t something that’s supposed to get his cock all leaky and throbbing for attention.

you look so sweet and delicate in front of him— fruit ripe for the picking.

“awh, sweetheart,” he whispers lowly, approvingly as his fingers trail over the braids in your hair and examines them— they’re a tad messy, strands of hair poking out and silk pink ribbons tied into them haphazardly; it makes jing yuan shake his head and chuckle to himself. you’ve never quite been able to get them to sit straight without his help. “missed me enough to get dolled up like this?”

your lover’s voice runs deeper than usual when he asks you his question, gravelly and drilling into your eardrums, coaxing more slick out of your drooling pussy and making your socked toes curl in anticipation. as soon as he lowers his face to your level, your gaze slightly falls down from his eyes to the steady heaves of his chest, landing on the twitchy bulge of his crotch. you suppress a needy whine at the sight and instead look down at your knees, cheeks flushing with warmth. “y-yes…” “yes, general.” he holds your chin between his thumb and index finger as he corrects you, words stern but lilted with a lisp of a tease.

and you parrot him, “yes, general,” like the good girl of his that you are, mind fogging up and thighs squeezing tighter around your stuffed teddy at his show of dominance. 

jing yuan’s golden gaze flits across your face while he tilts his head curiously at your bashfulness, the scent of sweet cream and honey that stems from your skin invading his senses. it has him leaning in closer to you, until his nose grazes along the tip of yours and his musk settles heavy on your brain.

a tiny whimper forces past your lips as he smooths his knuckles soothingly along your cheek and then cradles your jaw, running a soft thumb along the plush of your lips. before he can give you your command, you’re already opening your mouth and breathing hot air over the digit, welcoming it onto your tongue with a timid kiss hello, a kitten lick along the pad.

puffy lips wrap around his thumb, cute little suckling noises filling up the empty space of his bedroom as you look up at him all fawn-like, eyes asking silently whether you’re doing a good job, general?

“come on, little dove… you can do better than that, surely,” he replies with an encouraging moan, a twitch of his brow as you suck on the tip of his finger— no further past the base of his nail. at his heed, you’re taking him deeper, deeper, letting his thumb press down near the back of your tongue, letting it explore the sweet concavities of your mouth. “there you go… now that’s a good girl, hm?”

barely-there pinpricks skitter across your skin at his praise, tummy fluttering warmly and clit aching for even a shred of your lover’s attention. the slow grind of your pussy over your stuffed animal doesn’t go unnoticed by jing yuan— observant as ever is the general of the cloud knights— who only smiles proudly when you begin to take advantage of what’s been left to your own devices: wrapping your hands sweetly around his wrist, leaning your face into his gentle touch as he caresses your cheek.

you exhale the most dreamy, delicate sounds over the finger he has in your mouth, using it as a pacifier to quell the desperation that builds deep in your chest, one that you’re sure would have you whining and whimpering for him to fuck your womb full of his cum if it weren’t for your lips being kept occupied.

“mhm, ‘m your good girl,” your voice escapes you as a drunken slur, bubbles of drool dripping along his palm and down the thick vein lining his forearm.

the dolly flutter of your lashes slow the more you suckle on his thumb, a pearlescent dew drop of saliva only growing larger at the corner of your lip as time goes on. you feel your brain begin to melt as time goes on— liquifying into the prettiest of slush, turning into putty in his hands. 

“that you are...” he mumbles lowly while he pulls his thumb out past your mouth against your whimpered pleas of wanting to suck on it a bit longer, a thread of spit connecting the swell of your bottom lip to the digit. his eyes follow your hazy gaze like a hawk as he lowers his hand to the button of his pants, tongue pushing past your teeth in anticipation of what you'll be rewarded with next.

and then he begins to pull down his zipper, palm his half-hard cock through his briefs; you can all but whine at the sight of his pre soaking the thin fabric, rock your hips over your teddy bear as he tugs his cock free so fucking slowly that the amount of anguish you feel is enough to make your nose sting and eyes blur with tears. 

jing yuan shushes you sweetly when your lips begin to wobble— recognizing just how prone you are to tearful outbursts— before he takes a step closer to you and rubs the leaky head of his cock over your mouth, letting you eagerly kiss and lick and suckle on his tip as if you were a puppy who had just been thrown a bone.

"you're my good girl..." your lover lets you have at it while he gathers your braids— or so-called good girl handles— in his fists, forcing your reward deeper past your puffy lips. and it's in the way you look up at him in thanks: wide, teary eyes full of hearts and stars and nothing but endearment that has his hips jerking deeper into your wet mouth, cock dripping pre down your throat. “… and good girls like you deserve treats every once in a while, no?”

oh, you're such a good girl.