Hello! My name is Vee, and I am a transmasc writer. I'm new-ish to writing as I am more of an artist, so I am open to critique! However, I am mostly doing this for fun, so if your 'critique' is that I'm lame or cringe, I will just delete it.
This blog will be mostly dedicated to queer OC x OC works, but I am open to requests as well!
Will Write: x reader, smut, fluff, some kink, LGBT
Won't Write: minor x adult (or underage smut in general), rape, incest/fauxcest
Inexperienced T boy who thinks he’s broken. He can’t get himself off, he’s tried. So many times. He gets so worked up but he just can’t get there. And he’s tried with partners, before he knew he was a boy. They’d get frustrated or impatient and he’d get anxious and insecure. His throat would tighten with embarrassment and frustration. He’d fake an orgasm, not really sure what it was supposed to sound like, just to appease his partners.
So naturally he just figured this was life, this would be his normal. He would never know what an orgasm feels like, he would only have stories and fantasies to go off of. And now he was…something, with another trans boy. They’d make out, touch eachother under the pants, and yeah he’s gone down on this boy. But everytime he tries to reciprocate…he tells him it’s okay. That he doesn’t need it. He really doesn’t want to fake it with this guy.
“It won’t work.” He finally admits, feeling the familiar sting in his eyes. “It’s not even worth trying because I’m not designed that way. It doesn’t feel like anything to me. I like getting you off but you trying to get me off is just going to be a waste of time.”
And oh how wrong he was. After alot of coaxing and promises that he won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t happen, he relents. And he’s touched like he’s never been before. Careful hands that touch him like they’re familiar with his every nerve, knowing when and where to curl and push. He feels tingles in his spine, tiny explosions bursting off his skin. It’s unfair that he’s able to touch him like this, when he isn’t even able to touch himself like that. His head is thrown back in pleasure, hips faltering and toes curling while he cries out for his new found savior. He’s on a high that no drug could ever match, and maybe that’s why when it’s over he’s grabbing his wrist and trying to hump his hand.
“Do it again please please please do it again please oh god fuck do that again” he doesn’t even know what he’s saying, positive he’ll be embarassed about this later when his brain isn’t fogged with unimaginable pleasure.
smut idea. Bottom male reader. Male reader gets killed and is transmigrated into an A/B/O danmei (romance novel) that you absolutely hated. You’re now the meek omega main character who now has to deal with the most bland boring alpha love interest.
Though there’s something this with him. He used to ignore the MC and act in different but now he’s so overly possessive and obsessed that you wonder if this is a whole new character.
A whole new character who isn’t afraid to fuck you whenever/wherever he wants.
The danmei was named “Becoming the coworker of my stoic childhood crush.”
It was cute at first, the main character Zhang Ming was cute… until you continued reading and realized how childish he was. It was annoying. He almost felt like a child. Didn’t help that the love interest Wu Zefang was one of the most bland and rudest love interest ever.
He never cared for Zhang Ming. Just consistently ignoring the omega or only getting with him when he believed Zhang Ming would move on. There was a part of the novel that still heavily bothered you.
The part when Zhang Ming is forcibly kissed when he tells Zefang he’s going to move on to another man. Then Zefang had the audacity to say after the kiss, “try to fall in love with someone else now.”
You slammed the book shut after that. Or well exited out of the tab on your phone. Zhang Ming had no self respect and Zefang was the worst man alive. Why continue reading that?
Anyway you didn’t get to question that when your own brother murdered you so he could get the full inheritance from your parents :).
As you bleed out that night in your kitchen, you for some reason thought about the last book you read. That damn danmei…
You were pissed that it was even the last thing that you thought about.
Until you woke up in a room that wasn’t your own. Well, an office room. You were in the danmei.
You were Zhang Ming. Though everyone called you Zhang (Name). No one seemed confused that you looked nothing like how Zhang Ming is described. They acted like you had always looked like that.
The first few days were filled with denial.
Then bargaining.
A bit of rage that it had to be this shit from the butt danmei.
Then begrudged acceptance.
It was only by the seventh day that you had really started to notice some strange changes. For one, you weren’t a new employee in the company.
You were the secretary of the CEO. Which was strange. Zhang Ming was so dumb that it was a miracle he even got hired originally. The CEO didn’t ask for you until today.
There, you found another change.
Wu Zefang was the CEO.
In the danmei, yes he was the son of the original CEO and was working as a normal employee to have some bullshit character arch of being self sufficient. But here he was in the flesh (is it flesh? Are they even real people?).
Zefang was more handsome than you imagined him which almost made you view him through a more charitable lens… until he opened his mouth.
“Your work ethic has been down the drain, Zhang (Name). Did you think I hired you so you could sit in a chair and twiddle your thumbs like an idiot?”
You wanted to hit him.
“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been going through some things. I’ll get back on track.” You tried not to show any anger in your face though it seemed like that was a waste judging by how Zefang raised an eyebrow at your face.
“What could you possibly have been going through?”
“I didn’t know I needed to tell you that.”
“As your employer it’s best that I know anything that will affect your work.”
“Well I think you as my alpha boss have no business knowing anything about my ‘omega’ private life.” You stressed the word ‘omega.’ This bullshit also suffered from the damn omegaverse craze. You decided to use the whole thing about ‘omega rights’ to your advantage.
Because why not?
Zefang narrowed his eyes. He stood up from his seat and you were a bit scared once you realized that you only reached his chest in height. Right, right… alphas are stronger than omegas.
You were silently cursing to yourself. This was also really out of character for Zhang Ming. Would Zefang notice? What if a character noticed that you weren’t Zhang Ming? Would they kill you? Would you banished to hell or something?!
Thoughts raced your mind until you felt arms circle your waist. You were roughly pulled against his chest. You stared up at him in shock, a retort on the tip of your tongue when lips were pressed against yours.
The kiss was hungry. It held way more passion than you thought a bland character like Wu Zefang could have. Strong pheromones began to fill the room as a hand reached down and groped your ass. Something wet was dripping from your butt.
What the fuck?
Any fight within you slowly disappeared as Zefang easily maneuvers you to sprawl out on his desk. You could only watch as he tore open your pants and boxers. He grabbed your leg and pressed a kiss on your calf.
“I’ve waited long enough for you. I’m not waiting anymore.” He said.
Which… didn’t make sense. The plot was no longer following the original danmei.
You were so screwed. Figuratively and literally.
1.
“How many times are you going to manhandle me? I’m not a ragdoll.” You tried to get off the wall but Zefang’s hand grabbed your wrists and held them above your head. Anger bubbled within your body as you snarled at him. It was ridiculous how much alphas were allowed to just manhandle someone.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Zefang spoke, tightening his grip on your wrists. You winced at the pain. “You used to follow me around like a duckling. Aren’t you happy that I’m the one obsessed with you now?” His teeth grazed your neck. The sharp fangs threatening to sink into your soft skin.
You soon found yourself a moaning mess after just a few sniffs of his pheromones. It was ridiculous how much it sent you into a frenzy. He rutted against you, each rut earning a loud gasp, forcing you further into the bookshelves behind you.
Wu Zefang wasn’t a pervert like this in the danmei. You don’t even remember reading any kiss besides the one he gave Zhang Ming to keep him on a leash. Now it was like he craved you, like he couldn’t live without you.
Your eyes struggled to stay open. Pleasure shot through your entire body. Shelves dug into your back but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was only when you tried to gain some form of control that you noticed someone in the office room with you both.
A worker, an older one, who didn’t seem particularly phased by what was happening. You parted your lips to warn Zefang but only a struggled wet gasp left your lips. Zefang seemed to tell what could’ve caught your attention as he glanced back and only huffed at the sight of the worker.
He nipped at your neck before motioning for the worker to come forward. You thought he would allow you to leave but no, he only released your wrists and then grabbed you by your thighs. A gasp left your throat as he lifted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist.
“Speak.” Zefang said.
The worker fixed his glasses as he held up a stack of papers that he began to speak off of. “The hotels that your father has recently acquired has—”
“Aren’t you going to let me down!!” You silently whispered into Zefang’s ear.
He only tightened his grip on your thighs, rutting into you. The force caused the bookshelf to shake as a book dropped to the floor. The worker paused for a moment—taking in the book before continuing on as if it was the most normal thing ever.
“Why?” Zefang didn’t even attempt to whisper. “Just be quiet and I’ll focus on you when he’s gone.”
“So, as I was saying,” the worker’s voice drowned on.
You buried your face in Zefang’s neck and silently cried to yourself in embarrassment. The danmei was never this kinky!!!
It might be a bit confusing, so I’ll kinda spell it out here. It’s supposed to hint that maybe Zhang Ming isn’t exactly a separate character… but another version of you.
That maybe this isn’t really a danmei. Transmigrating… or is it reincarnation for reader to live a better than life than he did as “Zhang Ming.”
Summary: Park Hyunwoo (alpha) and Kim Yeonu (omega) are sons of two of the wealthiest people in Korea. Wanting to increase their wealth, the men's parents arrange for them to be married. Hyunwoo doesn't seem to mind the idea, but Yeonu seems less than satisfied with the arrangement...
Tags/warnings: omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, male x male, oc x oc, alpha x omega, arranged marriage, brief implications of SA (not committed by either oc, its something that happened prior to the events of this story)
a/n: i know omegaverse is kinda cringe but idc. came up with this idea a few days ago and i have never been so motivated to write. more will come later! i mostly cut it here because it was getting a bit long
Some terms to know! -ssi is an honorific added to the end of a person's name, and it is similar to how we use Mr/Ms/Mrs in English. I am not suuuper familiar with Korean honorifics, so let me know if I use anything incorrectly!
Word count: 2.3k
Park Hyunwoo sits at the dinner table with his family. It's quiet, save for the light clattering of silverware and glass, until his mother speaks up.
"I had a conversation with Kim Daeseong today," she states.
"The CEO of that software company?"
She nods. "It turns out he has an omega your age. What do you think?"
It was clear to Hyunwoo that his mother was once again trying to push for him to marry some random omega just so she could increase her wealth. He did his best to hide his lack of enthusiasm. "I would at least like to meet her first."
"Him," his mother corrects. "Mr. Kim has a son."
This piques Hyunwoo's interest, though he doesn't let it show. He had never discussed his preference for men with his mother, as he assumed she wouldn't approve. His mother wanted him to marry an omega, after all, and males were rare. "What's his name?"
"Kim Yeonu. I can arrange for you two to meet, if you're interested."
Yeonu, a beautiful name for what he could only assume was a beautiful man. Hyunwoo nods. "Yes, I would like to meet him."
Soon the day arrived. Hyunwoo and his mother were to have dinner at the Kim estate. Hyunwoo stood rigid at the doorway, barely containing his nervousness. The door opened, revealing an older man.
"Ah, Park Eun-ssi. You're earlier than I expected. This must be your son, yes? What was it, Hwan—no, er…" the man clutches his forehead as he tries to remember. He has the smell of an alpha, but he's on the smaller side, standing a few inches shorter than Eun.
"Hyunwoo, sir," he corrects, bowing his head.
"Ah, yes, that's right! Come in, come in." He waves his arm, guiding them inside the house. He brings them to the dining area and gestures to the seats. "Please, take a seat! I will return shortly with Yeonu." The two sit at the table as Daeseong speeds away to fetch his son.
"Mr. Kim informed me that his son is rather shy, so be careful not to come off too strongly. You don't want to scare him away, hm?" Eun warns as she folds her napkin onto her lap.
"Yes, mother." He adjusts the collar of his shirt before folding his own napkin over his lap.
Hyunwoo stiffens in his seat when he hears the sound of approaching footsteps. Daeseong and a young man approach the table. The young man, Yeonu, is around average in height and very thin. His skin is a pale, almost ghostly white, as is his hair. Contrasting starkly with his pale complexion, his clothes are all black. His scent is faintly sweet.
"Yeonu, this is Park Eun and her son, Hyunwoo. He's the alpha I was telling you about."
Yeonu bows his head. "It's nice to meet you, Park Hyunwoo." His voice is soft, soothing almost.
Hyunwoo stares, starstruck, until his mother taps his arm. He stands abruptly, almost dropping his napkin, and bows his head in return. "Y-yes! It's nice to meet you as well, Kim Yeonu."
Everyone takes their seats, and dinner begins. Hyunwoo glances at the young man across from him periodically, but Yeonu seemingly avoids looking up from his plate. The table is quiet until Daeseong clears his throat.
"Hyunwoo, why don't you tell us about yourself?"
"Ah, um…" Hyunwoo quickly wipes his mouth with his napkin. "I'm going to university for business and marketing. In my free time I like to practice taekwondo or read."
"That's nice. Isn't that nice, Yeonu?" Daeseong pats his son's shoulder.
"Yes," he responds curtly.
"Tell me more about your taekwondo experience. Are you a black belt yet?" Daeseong asks.
"Oh, um, yeah. I was a lot more serious about it when I was younger, but I just kind of do it for fun now."
"So you're a good fighter yeah? Hear that, Yeonu, he'd make a good protector, eh?"
Yeonu gives an absent minded nod as he eats. "May I be excused?"
"Ah, but we—I suppose, if you really must," Daeseong replies, disheartened. Yeonu rises from the table and gives a slight bow before leaving. "You'll have to excuse him. He's always been rather nervous around alphas. I hope this doesn't hurt your opinion of him."
"N-no! Not at all, sir," Hyunwoo quickly answers, perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm.
"You like this one, hm?" His mother asks, looking at him through the corner of her eye.
"I…yes. I suppose so." He pokes at his food, avoiding his mother's eye.
"That's excellent news!" Daeseong cheers. "We can move forward with the arrangement then, yes?"
Eun nods with a slight smile. She finishes her plate and wipes her mouth. "We can discuss more in detail later. I must be going now. It was a pleasure." She stands and gestures for Hyunwoo to follow suite.
"The pleasure is all mine. I look forward to hearing from you." Daeseong stands and shakes her hand.
Months pass, and the date of their wedding quickly arrives. After the ceremony, the two newlyweds are brought to their new home. It's filled with brand-new furniture and modern appliances.
"All that's left is moving in your personal possessions. We'll have someone bring them in tomorrow. For now, why don't you two get comfortable?" Daeseong pats them both on the shoulders before taking his leave. He stops for a moment in the doorway and looks back at them. "Treat my son well, Park Hyunwoo!" With a short wave, he continues his walk to the car.
Hyunwoo looks to his new husband. "It's pretty late. Do you wanna just go to bed, or, uh, would you like to do something else?" He asks, trying to mask his nervousness.
"I'm tired. Let's just sleep," Yeonu states, staring down at the floor. "Would you mind if I slept in the guest room…alone?"
"The guest room? Yeah, I guess that's okay. Are you not feeling well?" Hyunwoo asks with concern.
"…Yeah. My stomach is bothering me. I'll…see you in the morning." He mutters as he shuffles to the guest room.
"Yeah, see you in the morning. Um, sleep well!" Hyunwoo stands in place, watching Yeonu walk away. 'Did I do something wrong? No, no, maybe it's just nerves. It is our first night together after all. He's just nervous, that's it,' he thinks. He shakes his head to snap himself out of his thoughts and heads to bed.
The bedroom is sparsely decorated, having just a king-sized bed and dresser. The bed is decorated with a brand-new set of sheets, blankets, and pillows. It reminds Hyunwoo of a hotel room more than a bedroom. He quickly realizes that without his personal possessions, he does not have a change of clothes for bed. Not wanting to sleep in his tux, he decides to strip down to his underwear. He slides under the blankets and lays on his back. The bed is firm, and the blankets aren't particularly comfortable. He'll have to replace them with his own later. He looks over to the empty side of the bed, where his husband should be. His eyes linger in that empty space for a moment before he returns his gaze to the ceiling with sigh. A long night of overthinking awaits.
The shrill sound of the doorbell wakes him early in the morning. He doesn't bother checking the time nor getting fully dressed, simply slipping on his pants. He staggers into the foyer and opens the door. On the other side stands servants from both the Kim and Park families, presumably here to bring the men's personal belongings. Hyunwoo steps off to the side to allow them in.
All the commotion wakes Yeonu, who peers at everyone from around the corner. He's still dressed in his suit from the day before, minus the jacket. It appears disheveled, as if slept in. He shrinks away when Hyunwoo's eyes fall on him.
"Oh! Good morning, Yeonu." Hyunwoo closes the gap between them. "Are you feeling better?"
Yeonu takes a step away from him, avoiding eye contact. "…Kind of, I guess." He looks over to the servants. "Have they brought everything in?"
"Mm, I think so. I didn't see anything else outside."
As if on cue, the servants announce that they have brought everything in and begin to leave. Yeonu seems to relax once they're gone, though only slightly. He looks around the mess of boxes and suitcases until he finds one he recognizes. He hurries over to the brightly colored suitcase and kneels down beside it. He unzips it and pulls out some clothes.
"I'm going to take a shower," he states.
"I should probably shower, too. Mind if I join you?"
"No!" Yeonu shouts. He freezes immediately, as if shocked by his own answer. "Sorry, um, I just…I would prefer to do it by myself." He shrinks away, body tense.
"That…that's okay! I'll just go after you," Hyunwoo stutters a little, shocked by the sudden shout.
Yeonu nods silently and hurries to the bathroom. Now alone in the sea of luggage, Hyunwoo stares off into space, wondering what he did to get such an abrupt answer. It isn't until he hears a soft voice from behind him that he snaps out of it.
"The shower's yours."
The unexpected voice causes Hyunwoo to jump, but he quickly calms when he realizes it's just Yeonu. "Oh! Thank you." He quickly locates a suitcase of his own and pulls out some clothes before going to the bathroom.
The bathroom is sleek and modern, nothing Hyunwoo is unused to as the son of one of the wealthiest women in Korea. Through the duration of his shower, he analyzes all of his past interactions with Yeonu, trying to figure out what he's done to make the man so distant, but he is unable to determine anything. He decides that he'll just have to ask directly. With a newfound resolve, Hyunwoo hurriedly finishes his shower and dresses. When he exits the bathroom, he is greeted with the lovely aroma of a fresh meal.
He enters the kitchen to see Yeonu at the stove, cooking breakfast for the two of them. "You can go sit down. I'm almost done," Yeonu states, not looking up from the stove. At his word, Hyunwoo walks to the table and takes a seat. Shortly after, Yeonu enters the dining room with two plates in hand. He sets one down in front of Hyunwoo, then takes a seat across from him.
"Can I ask you something?" Hyunwoo questions gently.
Yeonu stiffens and stares firmly at his plate. "…What is it?"
"You seem…distant. Almost like you're on edge all the time. Did I…do something wrong?"
Yeonu sets his utensils down and finally makes eye contact. "W-what? No, no, I—You haven't done anything! I just…" He averts his gaze. "I've had a lot of bad experiences with alphas, so it's hard to feel…comfortable. That's all. I'm sorry."
"It's okay! You don't need to apologize. What can I do to make you more comfortable?"
Yeonu pokes at his food. "I…I dunno. I know we're already married, but…could we just…take things slow?"
"Yeah! Yeah, we can take it as slow as you need!" Hyunwoo responds reassuringly.
"Thank you." For the first time, Hyunwoo sees a smile appear on Yeonu's face, albeit a small one.
Hyunwoo shovels some food down. "This is really good, by the way!"
"Oh, thanks. My parents made sure I knew how to cook well. They said it was an important skill for an omega to have."
"I guess that's a pretty traditional idea. You don't always need to cook for me, if you don't want to though. I know how to cook, too." Hyunwoo suggests.
"Oh…did your mother teach you?"
"Mhm, but not the one you met. One of my moms—the one you met—is an alpha, and the other is an omega. My omega mom taught me how to cook and always told me to be respectful towards omegas."
"She sounds like a nice woman."
"Yeah, she was." Hyunwoo stares pensively at his plate, seemingly lost in thought.
"Was? Oh…I'm sorry for your loss."
"Mm, it's okay. Thank you." He pauses for a moment. "I want to be a good husband for you. If you ever need anything, please let me know!"
"I-I don't want to be any trouble—"
"It's no trouble at all!" Hyunwoo interjects. "It's pretty clear you didn't get much say in our marriage, so I wanna make it up to you!"
"You're…a lot nicer than I expected," Yeonu mutters.
"Hm, what do you mean?" Hyunwoo questions, tilting his head slightly.
"Like I said, I had a lot of bad experiences with alphas… Most alphas don't really seem to care about an omega's feelings. They just…want our bodies."
Hyunwoo stands abruptly. "Did someone—!" He stops when he notices Yeonu flinch. He quickly sits back down and takes a deep breath. "No, no, you don't need to answer that if you don't want to. Sorry for shouting."
"It's okay. I, um, don't really wanna talk about it anymore, yeah."
Hyunwoo nods in understanding. "After we're done eating, do you want to work on unpacking?"
"Yeah. I think it'll be more comfortable once I have all my things where I want them."
The men think back to the large piles of boxes and suitcases.
so i'm thinking both the omega and alpha are from wealthy/powerful families, and their parents decide to set them up together to become even wealthier/more powerful. the omega, however, has trauma involving alphas and is very resistant to the idea. unlike most omegaverse stories, the alpha isn't going to push him or like 'show him his place' though. it'll be like a slowburn thing as the alpha gains the omega's trust, and they build feelings for each other
Summary: After a long night of drinking at the local tavern, Casvir drags Mavrai back to the inn. He intends to go straight to bed, but Mav has other plans.
Tags/warnings: smut (p in a, oral, fingering), male x male, oc x oc, dnd, tieflings, alcohol
a/n: this idea has been ruminating in my brain for a while now, and I finally got around to writing it. I might be turning this one into a comic, or at least drawing some parts of it. Be sure to check out my bluesky (impishworks.bsky.social) if you're interested ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° )
Word count: 1.2k
Mavrai stumbles as Casvir leads him back to the inn. Cas tries to help him back up, but Mav's knees buckle, causing him to fall again.
"Come on, Mav, stand up," Casvir groans.
"I caaan't! Jus' carry me," he slurs. He raises his arms, waiting to be picked up.
"I'm not going to carry you!"
"Fine, I'll sleep here then!" Mavrai slumps to the ground and closes his eyes.
Casvir groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. Looking at his drunk coworker, he weighs the consequences of just leaving him there. He'd probably get an earful from the ringmaster and other performers. With a sigh, he decides to pick Mav up, though the other does not make it easy.
"You have to work with me. Come on, wrap your arm around my shoulder," Casvir commands.
Mavrai sluggishly does as he's told, and Casvir manages to hoist him up in a bridal carry. He continues his way to the inn and into their shared room. He drops Mavrai onto one of the beds and sits on the other. He watches Mavrai squirm around on the other bed until he begins to strip. Averting his gaze, he grabs Mavrai's sleepwear from his bag and walks to the edge of the bed.
"Here, put these on." He hands Mavrai the clothes.
"I don' wanna!" He lazily throws the clothes to the floor.
Casvir groans and picks them back up. "Come on, at least put some pants on."
"Don' act like you've never seen a dick before," he slurs, spreading his legs. Cas groans and looks away. "What? Do I turn you on?" Mav teases.
Casvir doesn't give a response. The sound of shuffling catches his attention. Mavrai is now sat on his knees, arms reaching to wrap around his neck. Cas grabs his wrists.
"What are you doing?" Cas questions.
"I wanna kiss," Mav states, puckering his lips.
Taken aback, Casvir averts his gaze. "You're drunk. I'm not going to kiss you."
Mavrai whines and falls back onto the bed. He mumbles about kissing and how boring Casvir is. With a sigh, Cas leans over the bed, arms boxing Mav in.
"Fine. One kiss. On the cheek," he says firmly.
With a wide smile, Mavrai eagerly turns his head to give Cas access to his cheek. Casvir leans in and plants a chaste kiss on his cheek. As he's pulling away, he feels Mavrai's arms and legs lock around his torso.
"Mav, cut it out. Let me go." He attempts to get away, but Mavrai holds him frimly.
"Come ooon, stay with me," Mavrai pleads. "I wanna cuddle."
"Not until you put on some pants," he grunts.
"Too hot for clothes. You should undress, too." He gives Cas a sly smile.
"What are you getting at?" Casvir eyes him suspiciously.
"Nothing! I jus' wanna cuddle, I promise."
"Fine, fine," Cas sighs. "You've got to let me go, though."
Mavrai pouts but loosens his grip. Cas straightens up and begins to undress. He climbs into bed beside Mav with just his underwear on. Mav snuggles up beside him, pressing his face against Casvir's chest.
"Smells nice…" Mavrai mumbles as he nuzzles against him.
Cas strokes the other's hair as he closes his eyes. He starts to drift off until he feels movement beside him.
"What are you—" He cuts himself off as he realizes the source of the movement. Mav is grinding against his leg, whimpering softly. "Mavrai!?" He pushes Mav off, earning a yelp.
"What was that for?" Mavrai whines.
"Like you don't know, you pervert. You didn't want to 'just cuddle.'"
"I was sleeping until you pushed me!" Mav retorts.
"Yeah right. I'm not falling for that again." He rolls his eyes.
"I'm not lying! I really was asleep." Mavrai crosses his arms then notices something. He smirks. "I know why you're so mad~ You got turned on, huh?"
Casvir pulls the blanket over his lap. "In your dreams!"
"Come on, just admit it." He places a hand on Casvir's thigh. "Let's have sex!"
"W-what!?" Cas sputters.
"Oh, come on. We're both horny, so let's fuck," he says with an annoyed expression.
"I—ugh—fine," Cas stutters. He flings the blanket off and slips out of his underwear. His cock stands at attention. Mav eyes it eagerly before taking it into his mouth, earning a soft grunt in response. When Casvir starts to twitch, he pulls away.
Mav sticks two fingers into his mouth and turns so that his ass faces Casvir. Raising his tail to give full view of his hole, he plunges the two fingers inside. He moans softly as he masturbates, peeking behind him to make sure Cas is watching. After confirming that he is, in fact, watching, Mav starts to moan louder. Back arching, he moves his hand faster.
"Fuck." Growing impatient, Casvir pins him against the bed. "You're too much."
"You love it~" Mavrai teases, grinding his butt against Casvir's erection.
Cas responds with a groan. He presses his tip against Mav's hole. It sinks in with ease. Mav arches with a moan.
"Gods…" Cas shudders. "Mav, you…you feel so—"
"Shut up and fuck me!" He groans, bucking his hips.
Casvir thrusts roughly, earning a strangled moan from Mavrai. Cas grips his tail, lifting him a bit higher.
"Aah…ngh, m-more! Fuck—!" Mav moans loudly, gripping the sheet. He bucks his hips in time with Casvir's thrusts and begins stroking himself. "More, more! Fuck—haa—I'm close!"
Cas thrusts deeply, striking Mav's prostate each time. He feels Mav clench around him. "M-Mav, fuck!" He groans, coming to a stop deep inside. He bucks slightly as he finishes.
Mav trembles as Cas pulls out. Panting heavily, he peeks back at the other man. He wiggles his ass. Cum spurts out and drips down his balls. "You did better than I expected~"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cas pants.
"Didn't think you'd be so dominant. You're usually such a wimp when I hit on you. I thought I was gonna have to do the work." He rests his head on his hand as Cas lies down beside him.
"Wimp?" He raises his voice slightly, taking offense. "I am not a wimp."
"You so are!" Mav laughs. "You get flustered at every dirty joke I make."
"That's—ugh!" Casvir groans. He rolls over.
Mavrai snuggles up behind him, wrapping his arm around his chest. "It's cute, though."
"Cute? I—urgh—Don't call me that!" Cas mutters.
"Aw, but it's true~" He teases.
"You're the cute one—Wait! I—"
"Ha! I knew it! You do have the hots for me!"
"I do not! You—I—Shut up!" Casvir stammers.
Mav chuckles and nuzzles against his back. "You can deny it all you want, but you and I both know the truth~" He kisses the back of his neck and hugs him tightly. "You're mine now, Casvir."
~~
The next morning, the two men are greeted by their disgruntled coworkers. Apparently, they had heard everything. While Mav doesn't seem to care, Cas feels like shriveling away in shame.
Summary: It's the start of a new semester, and Quinn is sure his roommate doesn't like him. Turns out, his roommate likes him a lot more than he expected.
Tags/warnings: homophobia (f-slur x1), smut, oral, p in a, oc x oc, mlm
a/n: this is my first time writing smut. sorry if its cringe. Also, once again, i wrote a lot of this between 12-1 AM, so there may be some grammar errors
Word Count: 1.7k
The campus is crowded as the students make their way to the dorms. Some are clustered into groups, saying goodbye to their parents or chatting with friends. Quinn weaves through the crowd, trying not to stumble on anyone's luggage. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he checks to make sure he remembered his room number correctly.
"What a weirdo…"
"Why's he dressed like that?"
"Emo fag."
Quinn was used to overhearing these things, though he thought they would have stopped in college. Oh well, they don't really bother him anymore. He likes the way he looks, and he doesn't plan to change just because others find it weird.
He continues to his dorm, ignoring the sneering remarks from his peers. He finds the room unoccupied. It is decorated symmetrically; a bed, dresser, and small desk on either side. He chooses the right-side area and begins to unpack. Standing on his bed, he begins to put up his posters. The door clicks. He glances toward it to see his (he assumes) roommate enter.
The man walks to the empty bed. He's taller than Quinn, but it's hard to tell by how much. His skin is slightly tanned, and his blond hair is parted down the middle. He looks at Quinn with a squint before turning away.
"Hello, my name's Quinn," he says softly.
The other does not respond.
"Hello?" Quinn repeats, a little louder.
Still no response. Quinn goes back to his decorating with a shrug. When he's finished, he admires his work before his stomach interrupts with a growl. He realizes he hasn't eaten yet today. Making sure he has his dorm key and student ID, he decides to go to the cafeteria.
The options are…not the most appetizing. He goes with pizza and makes his way to an empty table.
I hope that guy's not too much of an ass… Trying to find another roommate would probably be a pain. I wonder why he wouldn't talk to me…
~~
A few weeks have passed, and Quinn's roommate is still a bit standoffish. Not that Quinn minds too much, better than fighting, he thinks. He has finally learned the man's name, at least: Blake.
One afternoon, Quinn sits at his desk, working on a math assignment. He wishes he didn't have to take these core classes, so he could focus on his art instead.
Blake lies on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He looks across the room, his gaze settling on Quinn's figure. From this angle, he can just barely see the other's face. His brows are slightly furrowed from concentration, lips pulled into a slight pout. He focuses on those lips as an idea pops into his mind. He stands and walks to Quinn's desk.
"I'm gonna jerk off. Unless you wanna help, I suggest you go somewhere else for a while."
Quinn stares at him, too shocked to move or say anything. A bright red hue spreads across his cheeks.
"Wh-wha—HUH!? Help? What do you—?"
He stops mid sentence when Blake cups his cheek, rubbing his thumb across his lips. His lip ring catches on Blake's thumb slightly.
"What do you think I mean?" He asks, eyes focused on Quinn's lips.
Quinn glances down, spotting the tent in Blake's shorts. A shiver runs down his spine and he quickly averts his gaze. His hands shoot to his lap to hide his own growing bulge.
"So, what's your answer?"
"I…" He glances from Blake, to his assignment, to the door, then back to Blake. "I'll…I'll help."
A slight smirk forms on Blake's face as Quinn stands, still hiding his groin with his hands.
"What, um… What do you want me to do?" He fidgets, avoiding eye contact.
Blake is focused on his lips. He knows exactly what he wants. He walks to his bed and sits on the edge, tugging his bottoms down just enough to free his dick.
"On your knees."
Quinn walks to the bed, slotting himself between Blake's legs before doing as he's told. He takes a moment to admire the length before him. It's slightly above average, circumcised. He grasps it gently and guides it to his mouth. A soft groan escapes Blake's lips as Quinn takes him into his mouth. He runs his hand through Quinn's hair, stopping at the back of his head. Gripping his hair, he pushes Quinn lower. Startled, Quinn gags and pushes against Blake's hip, but he's held in place. He tugs Quinn away then pushes him back down.
"Like this. Got it?"
Quinn nods, and Blake releases his hair. He pulls away and coughs. After wiping the drool from his chin, he returns his attention to Blake. He bobs his head as he was instructed.
"Fuck…"
Blake's head falls back as he starts to lose himself to the pleasure. Quinn can feel him twitching against his tongue and begins to pull away, but before he can, Blake grabs his hair again and pushes him against his pubic bone. He releases inside Quinn's mouth. When he finally lets go, Quinn pushes himself off with urgency. Before he gets too far, Blake grabs him by the chin, forcing his mouth shut.
"Swallow it."
Quinn looks at him with wide eyes. Blake watches his adam's apple bob, indicating that he did as he was told. He smiles and lets go.
"Good boy. You like being told what to do, huh?"
Quinn looks away in embarrassment as he wipes his chin. "…Kind of."
Blake notices that Quinn is tugging at his pants, trying to relieve some of the tension from his neglected cock.
"Undress," he commands.
Quinn, of course, does as he is told. He eagerly unbuckles his studded belt and tugs his skinny jeans off. Blake tugs his shorts the rest of the way off as well.
"Shirt, too."
Nodding, Quinn pulls his shirt over his head. Blake looks over the other's slender frame. His skin is pale and smooth, contrasting with the black hair that drapes over his shoulder. Either he doesn't grow much body hair, or he shaves. If it weren't for the fact that he was looking at proof of otherwise, Blake would think he was a girl. The jewelry decorating Quinn's nipples catches his eye. They're simple barbells, but Blake has never seen a man with pierced nipples before. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't seen a woman with them either.
"Umm…What do you want me to do now?"
Blake snaps out of his trance. "Get on the bed." He watches as Quinn climbs onto his bed, sitting on the edge. "All the way, and lay on your stomach." He pauses for a moment. "Do you have any lube?"
"Um, yeah, it's in my bottom drawer, but—" He grabs Blake's arm before he goes to retrieve it himself. "Let me get it!"
"You hiding something in there?"
"N-no…" Quinn looks away.
"Then let me grab it. You're already on the bed."
"Um…okay." He releases Blake's arm.
Blake walks to Quinn's dresser and kneels down to reach the bottom drawer. He pulls it open and looks through it. It's mostly full of clothes, but at the very bottom he finds a small bottle of lube. Something else pokes out from beneath the clothing. He pulls it out and holds it up, so Quinn can see it as well. Quinn's eyes widen as he sees the shiny metallic buttplug that he thought he had hidden better.
"So you were hiding something else in here. Do you wear this to class?"
"No!"
"Would you, if I told you to?"
Quinn doesn't respond, opting to look away instead.
"You would, wouldn't you? You're more of a perv than I expected." Blake laughs.
"Me!? I—You—You're the perv!"
Blake tucks the toy back under Quinn's clothing with a chuckle. He walks back to the side of his bed, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his hand. He lathers it onto his cock while Quinn gets into position. Blake climbs onto the bed, positioning himself behind the other. He lines his cock up to Quinn's hole and pushes in. Quinn whimpers as his body struggles to adjust. His back arches as Blake pushes deeper inside.
"Fuuuck, you're so tight."
Blake pauses for a moment once he's fully inside, allowing Quinn to adjust. When the other starts to squirm, he begins thrusting. He's slow but rough, pulling almost all the way out, then thrusting back in. His hips slap loudly against Quinn's ass. Quinn squeezes the pillow tight as he buries his face in an attempt to muffle his moans. His attempt is unsuccessful, as his voice can still be heard loud and clear. His moans grow louder as Blake begins to thrust faster.
"The whole dorm is gonna hear you." He breathes into his ear.
He covers Quinn's mouth with one hand and grips his hip with the other. He continues to thrust roughly as Quinn claws at the sheets. The pleasure starts to get overwhelming as Blake grazes his prostate with each thrust. Blake feels him clench tightly and watches him spasm. Quinn releases with a loud moan, barely muffled by Blake's hand, and makes a mess of the sheets. His body trembles as he catches his breath. Blake takes his hand away from Quinn's mouth, wipes the drool off, and grips his other hip. He grunts as he thrusts faster, chasing his own release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—!"
He pulls out and strokes himself until he cums onto Quinn's back. He lies down beside the other.
"Man…gonna have to wash my sheets now." Blake sighs.
"Sorry…"
"It's alright. Next time, we'll do it on your bed to make it even," Blake teases.
"N-next time?"
"Yeah. Your ass is too good to let go."
He gives Quinn a light smack to the ass, earning a soft gasp in response.
"W-Wait! What time is it?" Quinn bolts up, looking around for a clock. He spots Blake's alarm clock nearby and grabs it to look at the time. "Fuck, I'm gonna be late to my English class!"
He scrambles out of bed, grabbing his clothes of of the floor. He uses the shirt to wipe the cum from his body, then tosses it into his hamper. He puts on his bottoms and grabs a new shirt from his dresser. He stops at the doorway, turning to face Blake. He smiles shyly. "See you later!"
i hope you enjoyed! I'll be posting character profiles as soon as I finish their refs :) there will eventually be a part 2 as well
