summary ➳ harry noticed you’re not like any other slytherin
pairings ➳ harry james potter x male reader
warnings ➳ fluff, mutual pining, foul language, reader being an adorable slytherin, touch-deprived harry, just the chosen one thirsting over reader lmao, mentions of making out, soft!slytherin reader, pet names ( darling, love )
author’s note ➳ rewatching harry potter made me recall the time when i used to fantasize about two persons from supposedly rival houses falling for each other and saying “fuck it” to their rivalry before making out. yes, it's typical, but i like it just the way it is.
Of all the houses in Hogwarts, it’s well known that Slytherin is the most disliked one due to their personality that doesn’t seem to include kindness regardless of how others treat them. This might have only been a stereotype that students from other houses pushed on Slytherin, but they had a very reasonable excuse for thinking of Slytherins that way because of a particular blonde haired snake and his goons that terrorize anyone and everyone they come across. Not only that, but most people from Slytherin are unpleasant to say the least and Harry can only name a few who aren’t, like Professor Slughorn for example.
So, understandably, Harry thought you’re going to be as unpleasant as other Slytherins too after Hermione accidentally bumped into you and dropped her books to scatter all over the ground. The Golden trio were walking down the hallway leading towards Hagrid’s hut, talking to one another about how Professor Trelawney freaked out again today at Divination, with Hermione carrying books more heavier than usual (the two boys offered to carry them but she refused), before they turned a corner and she collided on a rather hard chest.
She was going to apologize, but her eyes — in sync with Harry’s and Ron’s — landed on the green colored tie with silver stripes, and the blood immediately drained from her face. It’s not like she can’t defend herself, considering she sucker punched Malfoy on the third year, but dealing with a bunch of snakes can be really exhausting sometimes and frankly, she isn’t in the mood to fight with them today.
Without a word, Hermione crouches down to pick up her books. Much to their surprise, the Slytherin knelt down to help her gather the heavier and thicker books Ron and Harry were about to pick up.
When they finally made an effort to look at the unusual Slytherin Hermione bumped into, Harry was surprised to see a very good looking and attractive boy with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to spark under the light. Despite the books being heavy, you carried it easily as if they have the weight of a feather, placing another book on top of them — Harry figured you were reading it before the disaster struck.
“Are these books from Hagrid?”
The Chosen One felt his stomach fill with butterflies and heart suddenly beat rapidly at the sound of your soothing voice.
He was so used to Slytherins having that obnoxiously annoying voice, where he doesn’t know whether to cover his ears or rip them away from the sides of his head. But your voice was, even with a tone deeper than average, smooth and gentle. There was no hint of venom, distaste, unpleasantness, or despise. Just curiosity and interest. Harry also noticed you called Hagrid by his name rather than the awful big oaf other Slytherins call him all the time.
“Oh, uhm... Yes.” It took a while for Hermione to overcome the surprise and provide an answer.
“Interesting,” You hummed quietly. “I should drop by Hagrid and burrow some of his books too. He must have the book of Ancient Magical Creatures.” Muttering to yourself, the Golden trio couldn’t help but crack a smile when you seem to forget for a split second that you weren’t alone.
Gathering some courage, Harry decides to break your little bubble by hesitantly speaking. “Er — excuse me?”
“Yes?” You turn to look and catch his emerald eyes.
“You can come with us if you want. We don’t mind.”
A tiny bit of smile forms on your lips, almost unnoticeable. “With pleasure. Though, I don’t suppose it’s alright for Gryffindors to walk around with Slytherin.” You glanced around, “Some of the people from your house doesn’t tolerate their fellow Gryffindor hanging out with the rival house.”
“I think you’re okay,” Ron says reluctantly.
“If you say so.” Amusement flashes across your eyes. “Also, I’ll carry these books instead.” You didn’t let Hermione protest as you began to walk nonchalantly towards Hagrid’s hut with a slight delay to your steps; Harry figured you were purposely walking slower than your normal pace so it would be easy to walk with your shoulders lining with theirs.
You introduced yourself to them after successfully burrowing a book from Hagrid that you were searching for.
Ever since then, Harry would find himself scanning every classroom he’s in to look for you, taking mental notes of the similar classes you have together, and if you’re nowhere to be seen, he would just attempt to at least catch a glimpse of you in the Great Hall by the Slytherin table. Sometimes, when he’s fortunate enough, your eyes would meet his across the hall and you would give him the faintest of smile before returning to your meal. Other times, when the both of you are free, you would talk with each other for a while until the next class comes.
Spending his time with you made Harry notice things — such as how you’re mostly quiet, which isn’t very common in Slytherin; their loud voices being very distinguishable in the Great Hall explains that. You’re also a bit of a bookworm as he often sees you carrying or reading them around, it made him wonder why you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, but he suppose being interested in books doesn’t automatically make someone a Ravenclaw. He also noticed the way your facial expression rarely shows rapid or strong emotions, mostly expressing boredom to anyone and anything around you, if not, your face just remains emotionless with a what Harry knew was called resting bitch face. Though, your wonderful eyes do spark seemingly brighter when you’re with him.
Another brilliant thing is finding out you don’t tolerate any of Malfoy’s bullshit.
You seem to disagree with everything the blonde says, which leads to Malfoy spitting some nasty insults in attempt to get under your skin, only to cower away when you raise a brow at him paired with deadly calm expression, which is much scarier than anything in Harry’s opinion. You were definitely not like any other Slytherin he’s ever met.
“Ron, getting a detention at potions isn’t a good reason to set Professor Snape’s office on fire!” Hermione hissed.
“But ‘ermione, he’s horrible!” Retorts Ron and turns to his best friend to plead, “Back me up here, mate!”
However, he doesn’t receive a response as Harry was too busy ogling at a particular someone by the Slytherin’s table, his hand not moving from the parchment that began to be soaked in black ink due to his quill being pressed on it. Ron and Hermione looked at each other questioningly and followed Harry’s gaze, their eyes landing on you eating quietly while ignoring the chaos members from your house were bringing. You almost looked peaceful despite surrounded by loud chattering, laughter, and the clinks of utensils against the plate.
Your patience isn’t high; you often get annoyed easily, but the way you’re unbothered no matter what’s happening around you made it seem like your patience was limitless.
Hermione rolled her eyes after realizing Harry was waiting for you to notice and rolls up the parchment she had before whacking the back of his head with it, successfully snapping him out of his daydream. “What do you think’s gonna happen if you just stare at (Y/n)?”
The Chosen One cleared his throat, taking a glance at you and quickly returning it to his best friends. “What am I supposed to do then? I can’t just walk up to him in front of other Slytherins.”
“I’d rather see you do anything than ogle at him everyday and act like an idiot.” She sighs exasperatedly.
For a boy who survived the Killing Curse and Voldemort’s multiple serious death threats, he was one hell of an annoying dork when it comes to love. He was painfully obvious with his growing crush towards you, even other Gryffindors had begun to suspect it, yet haven’t done anything to change the relationship you two have — sure, it can be called friendship, but Hermione and almost all of their friends could agree it is more than that. They couldn’t honestly contain their frustration at Harry being content with just this.
“It’s no use, Hermione.” Ron whispered when Harry went back to ogling at you. “He says he’s not going to do anything about it unless he’s sure there’s a chance.”
Sighing, the bushy haired girl shakes her head and slumped on her seat defeatedly.
How long do they have to deal with a lovesick Harry?
Searching around the school grounds, Harry finally found you reading by the Black Lake, not caring that your robe might get dirty as you sat on the ground and read another book. It was a windy day that sent calm energy throughout your body, the rustling of leaves and the sound of lake soothing you more than usual, allowing you to focus more on the context of your book. You loved the silence where no voices or other noises can be heard, just the sound of nature slipping into your ears.
Harry slowly approached as to not startle you, but felt himself relax after you pay him no mind and sat down beside where you are. The sky seems brighter than he remembers, with only small particles of cloud littered all around.
“Are you feeling well?” You asked without looking up from your book, and Harry hugs his knees to his chest, watching the wind cause waves of water on the lake.
“Better now that I found you.” The seemingly flirtatious sentence was uttered in complete sincerity and seriousness that even Harry himself didn’t expect. The tip of his ears turned bright red in increasing embarrassment as you snapped your eyes to him, seeing an adorable blush spread rapidly across his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.
You hum, slamming the book shut. Harry was now staring straight ahead at the lake, as if there was something interesting in it, making amusement appear on your usually expressionless face. “Look at you blushing, Potter. So adorable.” You whispered the last part, almost teasingly, and he blushes even more.
“Well, you’re adorable as well.” Harry dares meeting your eyes. His heart bangs even more loudly in his chest after seeing the almost loving look in them, finding himself admiring you.
All playfulness leaves your face as you stare into each other’s eyes with a mirroring hint of adoration. You shift to lean back on one of your hand while the other rise to brush a hair out of Harry’s forehead, before cupping his cheek, admiring the way his emerald eyes sparked under the warm sunlight. This is your first time seeing his face close and having the time to focus on his features more; you knew Harry was attractive the moment you set eyes on him, but you realized he looked almost ethereal at this point, making your heart flutter.
“Your eyes are really captivating,” You muttered, barely audible but reached Harry’s ears nonetheless.
He chuckled breathlessly, “I got it from my mum.”
“She must’ve been such a wonderful woman then.”
Your thumb gently rubbed his cheek and Harry couldn’t help but lean to your touch and close his eyes. He’s been touch-deprived for long, being touched with care and gentleness made him weak in the knees easily. A coo escape from your lips; an unlikely sound for Slytherin to make. Before Harry could process what was happening, you had set aside your book and pulled him to your lap, settling him between your legs. Harry blinks, surprised.
“I’m seriously soft for you, Potter. Too adorable.” You sigh, burying your hand through his dark locks and softly scratching his scalp.
Getting over his initial shock, Harry relaxed and made himself comfortable, letting his body rest against yours as he laid his head on your chest. It worried him that you might hear his rapidly beating heart, but honestly couldn’t bring himself to care when you were being so generous, holding him, playing with his hair. If others were to see you and him like this, they would certainly assume it’s the end of the world for two rival houses to be cuddly with each other when they usually spit hatred.
Though, after meeting you, Harry had begun to believe not all Slytherins are bad — it’s just that people, including himself, unfairly stereotyped them as a bunch of evil-doers only because of the choices that older people from Slytherin made in the past, which the young Slytherins are definitely not in control of. There are questionable Slytherins like Malfoy and his goons, but they’re not a reason for others to start generalizing that all students from the snake house is evil.
Slowly and albeit hesitantly, Harry wraps his arms around your back and nuzzles your chest. You’re absolutely different from other Slytherin members, but he still found it odd that a Slytherin is this nice and affectionate, especially when you’re usually quiet and socially distant, preferring to be alone with slightest bit of annoyance directed at your fellow housemates.
Closing his eyes as sleepiness start to fall over his eyelids, the Chosen One wondered why you’re only doing this with and to him. He’s never seen you with anyone before, and when he did, you always maintained clear distance from them, as if they held contagious disease. It made him feel special in any way, but also confused.
“(Y/n)?”
His sleepy voice make you chuckle softly. “Hmm?”
“Why are you so affectionate with me?”
Your hand playing with his hair abruptly stops, and for a second Harry thought he made a mistake of mentioning it. However, relief floods him when you went back to massaging his scalp. “Isn’t it obvious, Potter?”
He shakes his head. Don’t want to assume.
Silence falls as you stop your hand again. Curiosity of your expression plaguing his mind, Harry opens his eyes and looks up without moving from his laying position — his breath almost stopping when he came across a very loving gaze staring at him like he was the entire universe. His heart swell as heat rushes to his cheeks. He attempted to hide his face by burying it on your chest, but you held him still, hand cupping his cheek once again.
You don’t even give him time to react before you captured his lips on yours, practically stealing Harry’s breath away. Just a gentle kiss on the lips, but enough to make his brain fuzzy.
Pulling away before he could reciprocate, you smiled. Not a forced one, but genuine and coming from the bottom of your heart. “Does that answer your question, Harry?”
Despite the fluttering of his heart and the urge to jump up and down in pure joy, Harry pouts. “Not enough.”
You chuckled. “I need to be persuasive then.”
Needless to say, you both missed the next class making out by the Black Lake and not caring about getting caught.
Ron and Hermione were freaked out. The reason lies with Harry, who’s been in an awfully good mood the entire day to the point even Malfoy can’t get through him and he began noticing some good qualities in some of the Slytherin members. Don’t get them wrong, Harry being in a good mood is great because the boy deserves a day without constantly fighting for his life and feeling like everyone’s against him, but attempting to find the good qualities even in Malfoy? That’s when the two gets really concerned.
When lunch break comes around, Harry was still in a brilliant mood, smiling to himself because of whatever merlin knows. Ron and Hermione shares a look as they continue to eat, observing their best friend who began to look for you in the Slytherin table, his smile immediately widening after he sees you.
Hermione turns around just in time for you to look up from the foods and meet Harry’s eyes. Unexpectedly, a soft smile appears on your lips as you wave at him, not caring when your housemates see it. Harry chuckled, waving back, before you returned to eating your food in silence. The three of them witnessed Malfoy mutter something that caused you to roll your eyes and smack the back of his head with the book you were reading before.
“So,” Ron began after he and Hermione looked back at Harry. “Is there something you’re not telling us, ‘arry?”
The said boy only raised his eyebrows, unable to contain his grin.
“Come on, Harry!” Hermione urged.
Before anyone could respond, however, someone took a seat on the empty space beside Harry — turning their heads, they were surprised to see you there.
“Hello, love.” Harry almost melted at the pet name. You gave his best friends a polite smile, “Excuse him from your conversation for a moment, Hermione, Ron.”
“Of course, go ahead.” Neither of them could honestly deny a polite Slytherin no matter how much they want to.
“What is it?” Harry questioned, more than welcome to talk with you. However, you seem to have a different idea in mind as you leaned in without a word and captured his lips in a lingering kiss, hearing gasps erupt from multiple places — mainly Ron, Hermione, any Gryffindor who were wondering why a Slytherin paid Harry Potter a visit, Malfoy, his goons, and some other Slytherins who just happened to catch the moment. Few students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had their mouths open in shock as well.
There was a smug look on your face when you pulled away, smirking at Malfoy who was previously babbling some nonsense that you couldn’t possibly like Potter and are probably just using him. By the looks of it, you had succeeded in proving the blonde ferret wrong.
“What was that for?” Harry asked breathlessly. You caught him off guard.
“Oh, nothing. Just proving to gits that Gryffindor and Slytherin are sometimes compatible if it’s with the right person.” You shrugged, resting an elbow on the table and putting your chin on the palm of your hand. “In short, I wanted to prove people wrong who says we can’t be together since you’re a Gryffindor as I am a Slytherin.”
“Wait, someone told you that?”
“Rumors of us being seen making out by the Black Lake travels fast,” You sipped on Harry’s pumpkin juice, which he didn’t mind even the slightest as he blushed, avoiding Ron’s and Hermione’s wide and intrigued eyes. “One little bird from Ravenclaw thought it’d be wise to practically squeal it in the hallways that the rumor’s impossible because of our houses rivalry.”
You snort, “As if we give a fuck about that.”
For the first time, Harry actually saw the Slytherin in you.
And he wasn’t going to complain, not when you’re not like any other.
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Like. I wanna be told I look pretty while I suck on their dick YK?? And like feel their hands in my hair as I look up at them with my hands on their knees. And. Like. Get kissed after they cum in my mouth. I’m losing my marbles. I WANTADICKIJMYMOUTH
Dni: Minors, Fem aligned, No pronouns in bio, No age in bio
Cw: Simple hot spring sex, strangers who mutually decide to have some fun 😌‼, anal, fingering, scratching, crying, belly bulging, reader has big dick. Let me know if I am missing anything!
With a heavy sigh, you set yourself gingerly into the hot spring. Sore muscles spasming as the hot water touches your skin - making you groan and hiss.
It was a long day of traveling, fighting off whoever decided to try you - a lonesome traveler who never really stays in one place. Spending your days living off the land peacefully, even with the current climate. After all, you could handle yourself and didn't have to worry about protecting others as you traveled alone. Sure, you'd help a person who was struggling - but you never lingered, and continued to roam wherever your heart desires.
You sigh again, tense muscles slowly unwinding and releasing - especially your sore feet after walking for so long. Cursing yourself for not getting a horse before things became scarce and hard to buy, everyone understandably looking out for themselves and their loved ones.
Your eyes slip closed, only to fly open as you tense your hand around your tanto - having gotten it years ago when you were young and helped a samurai on your travels. Bandits were overwhelming him, and you had stepped in with a measly rock in your palm. Out of thanks, and seeing how you'd help whoever is in need - he gave you his tanto and taught you how to use and care for it.
You stand up, dripping as you spin around and hold your tanto up defensively - only to relax when you see who it is.
"The Ghost." Falls softly out of your lips before you can really stop it, eyes roving over his armor as you drop your hands back to your sides. Body relaxing as you know he isn't an enemy.
"My apologies, I did not mean to startle you." Jin's voice is calm, almost breathy but ultimately stoic. His demeanor undisturbed, yet the faintest hint of surprise is shown with how he stares at your tanto - the way you held it out defensively and knew how to use it despite seemingly not being a samurai.
"Do not apologize, it is not your fault that times are tense." You breathe out, putting your tanto back in its place and sinking back down into the water with a grunt.
You glance up at him, and offer an easygoing smile.
"Am I correct in my thinking, that you are here to do the very same thing I am doing?" You hum out, watching as he nods and begins to strip off his gear. Movements self assured and not wasted - everything calculated to not do anything more than the necessary.
He sighs when he gets into the hot spring with you, leaving plenty of space as his own muscles begin to relax from the heat and steam. His eyes closing as his no doubt tense and knotted muscles relax at the soothing warmth. Breathing out with relief, as his eyes slowly open to meet yours.
"It's nice to relax with others, especially during these times." He murmurs, tension slowly bleeding out of his face as he gazes around with a serene expression. Enjoying the rare moment of calm with someone he doesn't have to fight, nor protect.
"Yeah, I have had my fair share of run-ins. I travel constantly - and more often than I'd like - I have to step in and help." You breathe out slowly, sinking down just a bit further until the water reaches your neck. Relief spreading through your body and making your breath hitch in your chest, neck always so tense from being on a swivel.
"You're a fighter, yet you aren't samurai - but the way you held your tanto is similar to the way we do." His eyes hold a faint glimmer of curiosity, not asking the obvious questions of the how's and why's .
"I got it during a time long ago, where I helped a samurai who was overwhelmed and exhausted. A bandit close to ending his life, and I acted without thinking - grabbed a rock and did what had to be done." You explain quietly, nostalgia tinting your tone as fond memories flood your mind. Making your eyes close, and a tired sigh tumble from your parted lips.
"He wanted to repay me, offered me coin and a place to live. But, I said no - that traveling is the life for me - and he decided the best way to repay me was to train me with a tanto." You smile softly, opening your eyes to look at him. He nods in understanding, falling silent as he turns his gaze to the pretty surroundings of the hot spring. Face taking on a reflective expression, and the both of you fall into a long and comfortable silence.
The silence is only broken when you stand, water dripping from your form once more as you groan and stretch. Muscles as lax as they'll ever be, and aches having lessened to dull instead of sharp.
Your body doesn't tense when you feel his eyes rove down your body, confident but small smirk twisting the corner of your lips when his eyes linger.
Guess he didn't see what you're packing earlier, probably more focused on your hand wrapped around your tanto.
You don't say a word, exiting the onsen and beginning to dry off before you dress. Dragging your towel across your body in a slow and measured way, keeping your body facing him despite keeping your gaze down at your towel. Patting yourself dry, and trying to hide your smile when you hear the telltale sounds of water dripping.
He doesn't say a word, but you can feel his intense gaze. The wanting, the desire - but he's a man of few words and won't make the first move. You have no qualms initiating, you're used to the curiosity and want whenever you aren't alone in the hot springs. Men's gazes always lingering, always wanting a touch or taste.
"You're curious, right?" You murmur, finally looking towards him and dropping your towel back onto your pack. Letting a smile cross your face when his eyes drag down your form shamelessly, landing on your half hard cock.
"Am I that obvious?" He whispers back, skin still slick with water as he moves towards you. Standing close enough that you can see the way his flesh breaks out in goose bumps when your hand slides down his chest and rests on his stomach.
"No, I just know what to look for." You huff, bringing your hand from his stomach to the small of his back. Feeling the years of hard earned muscle under a thin layer of fat, smiling at the way his breath hitches in his chest when your hand makes its way to his ass. Kneading the surprisingly small but plump fat and muscle, going breathless when both of your hands spread and grope his cheeks. Finger trailing to his hole and teasing at the rim, his eyes widening as his hands grip your biceps and he lets out a sharp breath.
It doesn't take long for you to pull away and set up your towel on the ground, guiding him atop it and kissing your way down his chest. You'll take your time - after all - this is the Ghost of Tsushima, Lord Sakai in the flesh. You want to make this good for him, want him to remember and be ruined for anybody else. Your hand digging into your pack and finding oil - some you didn't mind using since you rarely if ever used it for cooking - and tend to stock up as much as you could whenever you land at a village.
"Have you ever done this before?" You murmur against his skin, drenching your fingers in oil and circling his rim once more. Spreading the slickness before teasing the tip of your finger in to the muscle, smiling against his stomach when he breathes in sharply.
"Nothing more than curious fingers amongst drunken friends." Stomach tensing when you sink your finger in to the first knuckle, making you kiss up his chest and nip at his jaw. Wanting to distract him, you brush your lips against his - curious if he'll let you - only to feel him slot your lips together.
It's a slow kiss, one that you let him lead and explore on - ultimately wanting him to focus more on how your lips feel instead of your fingers slowly stretching him out. One finger becoming two, two becoming three, and three becoming four.
You had avoided his prostate the whole time, wanting him desperate every time you brushed against it. Wanting him panting, cheeks flushed red as he keeps kissing you. Wanting him to plead lowly against your lips, calm voice full on affected as he rasps and gasp quietly against your lips. Hands gripping at your shoulders, eyes screwed shut as you rile him up.
"Feels good, yeah?" You chuckle when he nods, shuddering when you graze your fingers against his prostate just a bit harder - delighting in his groan against your lips.
"Please, I'm ready." He shivers when you pull away from him, cool air of the night making his nipples perk up and hard - your body's heat no longer shielding him - as your fingers slowly pull out.
"I've got you, I'll give you what you need." Slicking up your hand with more oil as you slide it along your length. Eyes zoned in on the way Jin's body looks, a proper vision under the moonlight and beneath your hungry gaze.
His hair had unraveled from its bun, splayed out beneath his head. Lips flush, parted, and swollen from slotting your lips together. Cheeks dark, and muscles quivering from beneath the thin layer of healthy fat that surrounds his body. Body pliant and relaxed beneath you, hole slick and loose after your thorough ministrations.
Slowly, you push the tip of your length against his hole - leaning over him as you gently sink in inch by inch. Capturing his lips with yours once more to distract him from the burn of your thick and long length, hissing - but not minding - as his blunt nails dig into your back while he cries out.
"Such a pretty noise." You hum against his lips, feeling him clench around you at the praise. Eyes finally opening from their screwed shut state to look up at you, and blink away the tears beading at the corners.
"You're big, almost too big." He whispers, gradually letting his body adjust while letting your kisses soothe him. Even tilting his head back to truly feel your mouth nip at his neck and jaw, shivering when you move just a bit more closer to make sure you're snug together. His legs wrapping around your hips loosely, letting you put your arms under him so your bodies are flush together.
"Don't worry, I won't move until you're ready." You murmur, pushing your lips together once more.
By the time he's ready, Jin pulls his head away and rests it back against the towel. Swallowing thickly and slowly rocking his hips to feel if he's ready, lips parting at how your length drags against his prostate and never lets up. Every slide against your length rubs just right against the gland, even with him just slowly rocking his hips has him feeling so full and good.
Gently, you rock your hips against his - delighted when his hands scramble to grasp at your biceps once more. His calm and cool composure long gone with the way you pump into him nice and slow, sucking marks into his neck.
The stoic samurai, flushed and writhing at the feeling of your cock nudging and burrowing against his walls. Scrambling at the new sensation of being opened up so fully by something so big, always pressing on that bundle of nerves that light up his system.
You move like that for a while, until he's ready for harder thrusts - ready for you to spear into him as hard and fast as you can. Knowing he can handle it - stronger than most men you've had beneath you. Sturdier, fuller in a way that makes his legs and hips so damn grabbable. You can't help but lean back up and away from his lips, grabbing the backs of his knees and bringing them up against his chest - grinding in a slow hip roll so he feels every damn inch.
Honestly, it's your favorite position to do. Every time a man is beneath you like this, knees against his chest as you hold them there - spread open and practically folded in half - their reactions are so much sweeter than honey.
And Jin's reaction doesn't disappoint.
He cries out as he takes every thrust more harder than the last, looking down as his breath hitches and his stomach muscles ripple and spasm. Cock steadily leaking against his stomach and flopping about with how fast and hard you fuck into him. Tears building up in his eyes, until they fall and slip down his cheeks - mouth open to let out little punched out groans and moans.
"Feels so full, like you're deep inside." He groans, bringing a hand down and gasping when he feels you through his stomach. Scrambling to lean up on his elbows to look down and see - both of you moaning at the visible bulge going in and out of him.
Another thing you love when it happens - seeing how deep inside you are - seeing your cock bulge out a man's stomach.
It drives you wild each time, makes you fuck just that much harder into them. You really can't be blamed for your reaction each time.
You press his knees harder into his chest while leaning down, and drive your hips into him. Never letting up your relentless pace, needing to see him cry and become stupid from your cock. Otherwise - you're not doing a good enough job in your eyes.
Again, Jin's reaction doesn't disappoint. Letting out a hoarse cry as his eyes roll back, hands scrambling to find purchase - only to dig into your back. Tears slipping down his cheeks as the pleasure overwhelms him, cock practically making a puddle upon his own stomach. The friction of your stomach and his sliding together brings him closer and closer to the edge - walls tightening around you - as he grows almost frantic to cum.
"Don't stop! Please!" He pleads oh so hoarsely, blunt nails digging and scratching down your back - the pinpricks of pain lighting up your nerves and fueling you to pump into him just that bit harder - which is just enough to make Jin sob, and flood his stomach with cum.
His walls tighten and spasm around you, as if milking and begging your cock to fill his stomach up. And of course you listen, slamming into him a few more times until -
Fuck.
Weakly you pump your hips to prolong both of your orgasms, letting go of the backs of Jin's knees and rubbing his legs and hips - knowing an ache can form after being folded up for so long.
"Brace yourself, it can be a lot when I pull out." You murmur, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek in the hope that it distracts him enough as you pull out in one slow swoop. Muttering an apology when he hisses softly between his teeth.
You both stay there for a long moment, panting as you try to catch your breaths. Rubbing at Jin's hips almost absentmindedly while you zone out - until he grabs your attention with a hum.
"If I see you ever again - we can try a different position, yes?" He doesn't even bother to beat around the bush, making you laugh and nod your head.
"Of course, Lord Sakai."
"Jin. Call me Jin."
HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED AND I HOPE I WASN'T TOO RUSTY AFTER SO LONG. BYE BYE !!!!
The idea of a reader who sends his nudes to his best friend to rate before he sends to his hookups is so fucking funny
Like, reader just sends a text: “hey, can you give me some feedback on my nude?”
And it’s just a full on lower body pic with reader’s ass out and spread wide. It takes like two seconds before the best friend immediately responds ‘nonchalantly’
“It’s alright.. you’ve done that pose before, boring”
But in reality he popped a boner and is grabbing some lube so he can quickly rub one out. He doesn’t even know why you trust him enough to send him such photos but he wasn’t complaining, had a whole folder on his phone of your nudes that he “deleted”.
You knew that though. Because you don’t have any hookups :)
Bottom male reader obv. Anyway I got this from a stupid picture I have saved of minchan from skz 💀
someone might shoot me for this but i think soap's the hairiest within 141. price is a runner up, but soap takes the cake. he's fucking hairy all over, from the top of his scalp to his toes, this man is a bear, or a hound dog, prancing around the world with no care.
even pre-t he was hairy, and even before he came out lol. he probably has a lot of both older and younger sisters, and i like to think he's their only brother. he'd get so hissy whenever he was forced to shave; he hated how smooth his body felt, how he used to nick himself, how uncomfortable it felt when his hair used to grow back.
when he came out and got on t, he was so smug about not shaving. he's probably the type of person to slap his sister's shaved legs and make some stupid joke about it, grinning when he'd get smacked on the back of his head. some of his sisters are secretly annoyed that their brother doesn't have to shave, and envy that men's societal norms are different for him.
but sometimes soap does think about shaving when his sister's tug at his hair, either on his legs or arms or chest. it reminds him that he's still their younger brother, and they can and will terrorize him.
anyways :3
soap is hairy, and his hair is dark and thick, and it grows darker and thicker further south. he's especially hairy on his chest, belly, pussy, and ass! oh, and pits, too.
rarely does he do anything with the hair around his pussy; if it becomes a bush, so be it. he has good hygiene so it doesn't become 'bad.' but sometimes he'll trim it; not shave, but trim, so it's not poking out of his boxers and not as itchy.
you literally have to pry his lips apart to get to the good stuff, his pubes are so thick and hairy it hides his pretty cunt and even prettier tcock. his cunt is fat and yummmyyyyy
he's probably the type of guy to shamelessly jerk off anywhere and anytime, pulling his pants down and jerking his cock off in front of his teammates who try to pretend they don't notice, but by the end they're all having an orgy or something.
price :333
he also squirts!!! like a whole lot more than creams lmao. he loves not telling any new partner that he squirts, it's like a gamble. either some people are into it or some people aren't, and it's a risk he's willing to take. his tcock is average, it's not too big but not too small.
honestly, it's a tie between price and soap. price is soooo hairy, i mean bro has a beard and all. anyways, unfortunately he comes in second place.
that being said, he's still so fucking hairy it's insane. hair smothers his pecs and chest, and it runs all over his stomach and arms and shoulders and back, down to his ass and hole, around his thighs and legs and toes and at his pussy !!!
pre-t and pre coming out, he definitely used to shave whenever he felt insecure. but once he came out and started going on t, he stopped looking at razor blades. of course, aside from keeping his beard groomed and keeping his bush trimmed so it's not crazy, he doesn't really do anything.
i feel like his ass is hairier than his pussy. it smothers his cheeks and thickens n darkens around his hole, pretty fluttering thing hidden underneath the mass of pubes. so anytime you eat him out, expect for a couple of hairs to end up in your mouth.
i also think he has a bush, but unlike soap, he regularly trims it. not like to the point where he's, like, hairless, but enough to maintain it—much like his beard, he keeps his pussy hair groomed.
i think he has a pretty big tcock. like whenever he gets hard, it swells up and pokes out of its hood, and i can definitely see price leaning back on something, smoking a cigar in one hand and jerking off his tcock with tbe other hfnffbf
i don't think price squirts, he just creams or whatever. he's definitely into fucking people's mouth with his tcock, and praises you soooo good hgngfh, maybe even squeezes your head between his legs.
also!!! i don't price has a naturally slow metabolism, but the reason he isn't fat is because he's in the army and forced to keep in shape. that being said, once he retires and slows down, he definitely gains weight.
hgngh, price having a belly and thicker thighs and sitting on your face, probably drinking some rich whiskey as you eat him out, sucking on his cock GOD
gaz :333
someone's going to shoot me for this but i don't think gaz is all that hairy !!! sure, he has a couple of hairy spots, like his arms and legs, maybe a thick happy trail, but he's not hairy the way soap or price are.
i don't think he shaves but he's not smooth lmao, idk how to explain it but he's perfect, basically.
speaking of perfect, i think his hole is actually pretty hairy, mostly because im into that. and speaking of his hole, gaz's pussy could be hairy, but this mf trims it. not that he isn't into hairy boypussy, he most definitely is, but he just doesn't like when his own cunt is unhinged.
he refuses to shave so all he does is spend time trimming his bush until it's neat and well-put. he's talented enough to make little designs, like that one time he trimmed his pubes into a stupid little skull and it threw ghost off.
this man has a fat fucking pussy, and i headcanon his tcock to be the biggest. even when soft his cock pokes out a bit, which means it stimulates gaz and makes him fucking weetttttt.
he's the type of guy to lead a humping session with someone, or trib idk. he'll pin them down and slot himself between his legs, maneuvering them until their pussies are rubbing against each other. he won't cum until the other person does, and he'd probably talk them through it gooddddd
gaz definitely squirts!!!! only because i like the idea of folding his legs to his chest and fucking his cunt until he's squealing and gushing around your cock GOD the masturbation bonding moments between him and soap would be wet as hell 😭
ghost :333
im going to rip this off like a bandaid and say GHOST IS HAIRLESS
well, body hair wise. i think he has hair on his head :) bro probably keeps it cropped or something idk anyways
HE'S HAIRLESS FHFNFKFKG
i just cannot imagine ghost with any hair. maybe a very light coating, but he's also both 1. white + 2. has blonde hair, so it's barely noticeable.
idk man he's just hairless, including his ass and pussy. god, that just means he's more sensitive. it's easier for him to accidentally rub against something and it'll get him wet as hell, his decent-sized tcock swelling with desperation.
god imagine hitting his pussy; so pale and smooth, it blossoms red under your heavy hand, he'd be soo teary in the face.
i also think ghost is a crybaby during sex. he's so sensitive and it's quick to get him overstimulated, and don't let his tears fool you: he's absolutely into it.
he's also into people folding him in half and fucking him like he's just a fleshlight, and he'd be embarrassed but god he'd let you spread his puffy lips open just to watch your cum trickle out
I would like to see more fanfics about tall bottoms😭😭
life is difficult for us, switch bottoms over 1.80m😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
😭 that's gotta be such a rare find 😭‼️
Personally, I think I've seen more for short tops but rarely ever tall bottom reader ‼️ honestly, it would be an interesting concept!
Really short thoughts, really tall reader (taller than 141). No tags bc this is so short.
Idk how to CW this? Crying? Struggling to take dick? Overstim? Think that's it!
Like for example, Price having to look up at you. Giving you a smug look because no matter big you are, you both know he's going to have you crying out and scrambling later.
Ghost's chin barely going over your shoulder, making you look into the mirror as he takes you apart from behind. Having such a big man under his palms makes his eyes glint with amusement and desire.
Gaz forcing your hips down when you struggle to take his length, looking up at you with a cocky little smirk. "You're a tall boy, you can take it." Smile widening when you start to move your hips, hands gripping your sides and making you pick up the pace. Even thrusting his hips up because look at that, you can take it.
Soap is feral with it. Being able to have someone taller than him, pliant in his hands? The type to put you in positions that practically bend and fold you in half, doesn't matter if you're sobbing and shaking he will continue to rail you as you cum over and over. His favorite position is when you're on your back, somehow folded enough to have your ankles by your ears as he pounds away.
This little shit took longer than I expected to be ready, but it's finally here‼️
Warnings: ANGST, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, HEAVILY inspired by SZA's 'Kill bill', more specifically the remix 'Kill Bill (feat. Doja cat)'. (please let me know if I should put any more warnings here)
One year ago. One year ago, you ended a two-year relationship with Simon Riley.
You really loved each other! You loved him, and he loved you as much as you loved him. But then... what went wrong? He started to become distant from you, and he no longer opened up like he used to. It was a difficult process until he opened up to you, and at that moment it felt like you were back to square one. And the arguments were the worst part. The thing is: Simon would NEVER raise his hand to you. NEVER. But his harsh, cold words hurt like a knife. You were like strangers to each other. Where did the love, the light between you two start to go out? none of you know.
Neither of you knew, and you were already fed up with it all. Even though you feel anguish about the idea, you decide to cut the tie between the two of you, and decide that a separation will be the best thing for both of you. But... you really didn't expect that reaction from him. You really didn't expect him to just get up, pick up his things and leave without saying a word, and without showing any emotion beneath his skull mask.
It hurt you. Did you really mean nothing to him? Did he really just get up and leave?
...
One year ago. One year ago, you ended a two-year relationship with Simon Riley.
He really loved you so much.
Simon Riley loved you so much, but he didn't know how to express that love. He loved you so much, it hurt. When you told him you wanted to break up, he felt his heart wither and rot. He felt anger, he felt sadness, he felt pain. Did he really make you feel this way? Did he really make you feel like nothing? He panicked. What should he do? cry and beg for forgiveness? beg you not to go? Tell you that he would get better?
He didn't know what to do, and he acted on instinct: he just got up and left. Just got up and left? He hates himself. He hates himself so much. He's a coward and he knows it.
He made a mistake, and heavens, what a mistake. He lost the precious thing in his life: you. He lost you, and he knows it's his fault, and his alone.
And now there's nothing more he can do to win you back. You're already in another relationship... but deep down he knows that you found someone else so quickly just to fill the void he left in your life... right? That's what he tells himself.
Simon is now sitting on his bed in his small apartment, which he uses when he has a few days off from his military job. The place is dirty. He doesn't make much of a point of taking care of there... and himself.
Longing.
Longing is the feeling that hurts in his chest. He misses you so much.
You two haven't spoken since the breakup... why not... pay you a visit? Yes, some exes do that, right? It's okay if he comes to visit you at your new home in your new neighborhood without telling you. Just one visit. Simon gets up, and, after a long time, he will take care of himself. For you.
He takes a long, hot shower, and shaves the beard that was growing on his face; He knows you hate the feeling of beard hairs poking your chin when you kiss him. He wears the best, sweetest perfume he can find, and puts on his old sweatshirt and jeans, of course, with his good old skull balaclava.
Before leaving, his eyes find his pistol, lying on a desk. Why not... take it? I mean, it's okay to take it, right? He has to be prepared for anything anyways! He takes his car, and drives calmly to your new house, and you don't know it, but he knows where it is. He found a way to find out.
Arriving close to your house, he sees a small flower shop, and decides to stop right there and entering the place, buying a bouquet with your favorite flowers. He decides to walk to your house from there.
After a few more moments of walking, he finally arrives at his destination: your house.
It's so beautiful and cozy... definitely a place you would live in.
As he approached the door, Simon could feel his heart palpitating, and anxiety taking over. What if you don't want to see him? What if you don't want to talk to him? He shudders at the thought alone. With nervousness taking over, Simon changes his mind and decides to just leave the flowers and leave. He even thinks about leaving it at the front door, but... what if someone takes it? or if a dog or cat destroys it? Well, what if he came in through the back door? I mean, he would just leave the flowers and go away! just that... simple, right?
Quickly - but silently - Simon heads to the back door, and then opens it, making as much silence as possible. He enters the kitchen. Tidy, and with a faint smell of cinnamon in the air. Simon carefully walks into the living room, studying the decorations and photos along the way. You look happy in these photos...happy without him. When he arrived in the living room, he could feel his heart shatter. He sees you, cuddled and snuggled in your boyfriend's arms as you two watch TV.
Simon loses track of time, just staring at the scene. His eyes water... but Simon wasn't crying! He... just forgot to blink. He comes back to reality when he hears your boyfriend letting out a scream upon realizing his presence. You are startled by the sudden scream, and when you look where your boyfriend is looking, you are shocked by what you see.
Simon, standing in your living room, staring at the two of you with a dead expression.
You both get up, and your boyfriend steps in front of you, yelling at Simon to get out of there immediately. But Simon remains silent and motionless, his eyes meeting yours. You had forgotten how beautiful they were.
Everything happened so fast... When he saw that Simon wasn't listening to him, your boyfriend ran towards Simon... bad idea.
Everything happened so fast... Simon reflexively takes the pistol from his waistband and shoots your boyfriend in the head.
You are startled by the noise, covering your ears with your hands closing your eyes. When you open your eyes again, slowly, you see your boyfriend's body on the floor.
...
Silence.
The flowers in Simon's hand fall to the ground. Your favorites.
Simon wanted to feel remorse... Simon wanted to feel guilt right now! But... he doesn't feel anything...
...
No. He does feel something.
He feels the satisfaction of knowing that he will have you all to himself again.
This little shit took longer than I expected to be ready, but it's finally here‼️
Warnings: ANGST, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, HEAVILY inspired by SZA's 'Kill bill', more specifically the remix 'Kill Bill (feat. Doja cat)'. (please let me know if I should put any more warnings here)
One year ago. One year ago, you ended a two-year relationship with Simon Riley.
You really loved each other! You loved him, and he loved you as much as you loved him. But then... what went wrong? He started to become distant from you, and he no longer opened up like he used to. It was a difficult process until he opened up to you, and at that moment it felt like you were back to square one. And the arguments were the worst part. The thing is: Simon would NEVER raise his hand to you. NEVER. But his harsh, cold words hurt like a knife. You were like strangers to each other. Where did the love, the light between you two start to go out? none of you know.
Neither of you knew, and you were already fed up with it all. Even though you feel anguish about the idea, you decide to cut the tie between the two of you, and decide that a separation will be the best thing for both of you. But... you really didn't expect that reaction from him. You really didn't expect him to just get up, pick up his things and leave without saying a word, and without showing any emotion beneath his skull mask.
It hurt you. Did you really mean nothing to him? Did he really just get up and leave?
...
One year ago. One year ago, you ended a two-year relationship with Simon Riley.
He really loved you so much.
Simon Riley loved you so much, but he didn't know how to express that love. He loved you so much, it hurt. When you told him you wanted to break up, he felt his heart wither and rot. He felt anger, he felt sadness, he felt pain. Did he really make you feel this way? Did he really make you feel like nothing? He panicked. What should he do? cry and beg for forgiveness? beg you not to go? Tell you that he would get better?
He didn't know what to do, and he acted on instinct: he just got up and left. Just got up and left? He hates himself. He hates himself so much. He's a coward and he knows it.
He made a mistake, and heavens, what a mistake. He lost the precious thing in his life: you. He lost you, and he knows it's his fault, and his alone.
And now there's nothing more he can do to win you back. You're already in another relationship... but deep down he knows that you found someone else so quickly just to fill the void he left in your life... right? That's what he tells himself.
Simon is now sitting on his bed in his small apartment, which he uses when he has a few days off from his military job. The place is dirty. He doesn't make much of a point of taking care of there... and himself.
Longing.
Longing is the feeling that hurts in his chest. He misses you so much.
You two haven't spoken since the breakup... why not... pay you a visit? Yes, some exes do that, right? It's okay if he comes to visit you at your new home in your new neighborhood without telling you. Just one visit. Simon gets up, and, after a long time, he will take care of himself. For you.
He takes a long, hot shower, and shaves the beard that was growing on his face; He knows you hate the feeling of beard hairs poking your chin when you kiss him. He wears the best, sweetest perfume he can find, and puts on his old sweatshirt and jeans, of course, with his good old skull balaclava.
Before leaving, his eyes find his pistol, lying on a desk. Why not... take it? I mean, it's okay to take it, right? He has to be prepared for anything anyways! He takes his car, and drives calmly to your new house, and you don't know it, but he knows where it is. He found a way to find out.
Arriving close to your house, he sees a small flower shop, and decides to stop right there and entering the place, buying a bouquet with your favorite flowers. He decides to walk to your house from there.
After a few more moments of walking, he finally arrives at his destination: your house.
It's so beautiful and cozy... definitely a place you would live in.
As he approached the door, Simon could feel his heart palpitating, and anxiety taking over. What if you don't want to see him? What if you don't want to talk to him? He shudders at the thought alone. With nervousness taking over, Simon changes his mind and decides to just leave the flowers and leave. He even thinks about leaving it at the front door, but... what if someone takes it? or if a dog or cat destroys it? Well, what if he came in through the back door? I mean, he would just leave the flowers and go away! just that... simple, right?
Quickly - but silently - Simon heads to the back door, and then opens it, making as much silence as possible. He enters the kitchen. Tidy, and with a faint smell of cinnamon in the air. Simon carefully walks into the living room, studying the decorations and photos along the way. You look happy in these photos...happy without him. When he arrived in the living room, he could feel his heart shatter. He sees you, cuddled and snuggled in your boyfriend's arms as you two watch TV.
Simon loses track of time, just staring at the scene. His eyes water... but Simon wasn't crying! He... just forgot to blink. He comes back to reality when he hears your boyfriend letting out a scream upon realizing his presence. You are startled by the sudden scream, and when you look where your boyfriend is looking, you are shocked by what you see.
Simon, standing in your living room, staring at the two of you with a dead expression.
You both get up, and your boyfriend steps in front of you, yelling at Simon to get out of there immediately. But Simon remains silent and motionless, his eyes meeting yours. You had forgotten how beautiful they were.
Everything happened so fast... When he saw that Simon wasn't listening to him, your boyfriend ran towards Simon... bad idea.
Everything happened so fast... Simon reflexively takes the pistol from his waistband and shoots your boyfriend in the head.
You are startled by the noise, covering your ears with your hands closing your eyes. When you open your eyes again, slowly, you see your boyfriend's body on the floor.
...
Silence.
The flowers in Simon's hand fall to the ground. Your favorites.
Simon wanted to feel remorse... Simon wanted to feel guilt right now! But... he doesn't feel anything...
...
No. He does feel something.
He feels the satisfaction of knowing that he will have you all to himself again.
you guys, I swear I'm writing something 😭😭 I have a draft that was rotting here because I had a bad creative block, but I'm already close to finishing it, I swear 😭
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“My gender is a woman who has been a man since birth”
…no? Huhhh??
That either implies that I’m a trans girl who has already transitioned or I am a trans guy who hasn’t come to terms with it yet- and I can assure you it isn’t the former
Istg if Apple gives me an identity crisis-
@ashii-fb @404-systemnotfound @softminecraftfan and anyone else who wants to join? Idk how this works lol
My gender is a good one to be a good person to do it for me and I will be able to get it done before I go to the store and get it done and then I can get it done...
