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
The two alphas are randomly assigned as roommates in college. When they first meet, Alpha A thinks the B is an omega.
"Why would you think I'm an omega? I'm clearly an alpha!"
"Because you smell all...flowery."
"Flowery? Are you sure you're not smelling something else?" B questions.
A leans in close, practically pinning B to a wall. He takes a deep breath in.
A red hue begins to take over B's face. 'Does he really have to press right against my scent gland?'
A pulls back. "No, it's definitely you, man. You smell like lavender." He pauses for a moment when he notices B's blush ridden face. "Are...you okay, dude?"
(Smut Drabble) Bottom male reader who’s the son of a pastor. Your father takes in a boy, the son of a college buddy of his—to help teach him the right way of ‘God.’ If only he knew said boy was going to corrupt his only son.
Navarro Xuân Minh. His mother was from Vietnam while his father was from the Philippines. He had lived most of his life in Vietnam, away from any organized religion. His father had finally managed to persuade his mother to let Minh stay a summer in the Philippines.
Of course that meant his father wanted to (belatedly) try to instill some Catholic values into his son. Who was already twenty. Seemed utterly pointless. It was a little too late in your personal opinion but you didn’t say anything.
From the way Minh’s father described him, you expected a chain smoking delinquent. But when he arrived—he was relatively normal. He smoked and did have tattoos but he was nice… -ish.
When you first met him, you held out your hand, introducing yourself. “I’m (Name).”
Minh stared at your hand at first before grabbing. He squeezed it, eyes staring into yours as his lips pulled into a smirk. “Bạn là gu của mình.”
You were left confused. Especially because he said it so fast. If he had cussed you out at least you didn’t know. So you left it at that and moved about your business.
At first you assumed he probably didn’t speak Tagalog but then you came across him speaking it perfectly with your dad. Even perfect English. He was probably just messing with you then.
Anyway, your father took the whole “leading Minh to Christ” thing very seriously. Which made sense. He was particularly harsh with you when it came to never missing a day of church and attending every event he held. He simply held Minh to the same standard.
Minh however didn’t listen to your dad. At all really. He played nice. Meaning he never directly refused to your father’s face. His actions said everything. He showed up late to service—pushing the doors open that caused everyone to startle in their seats. Your father, mid sermon, only able to vaguely hide the twitch in his eyebrow as he continued on.
He didn’t pray. Didn’t even attempt to pretend that he would. Even at dinner when you, your mother and father said grace, Minh had already started eating. The first time it happened, your father was practically red in the face. You, however, stared at him in awe. Minh’s nonchalant disobedience was somehow more disruptive than if he was loud about it.
But it did upset you a little. Just a little. Mainly because you always had to deal with the consequences. Your father didn’t hit you or anything. Just ranted day and night whenever Minh wasn’t at the house. Listening to a pastor who was almost bald, yelling until he was red in the face, really,,, really wasn’t the best way to spend your time.
Though it wasn’t like you had anything outside of your family. It church, family, school, and photography. And even then most of your photography was used for church. Only a few times you were able to take pictures of things that you wanted.
Yesterday was one of those days. You were taking a few pictures of some stray cats that roamed around your neighborhood. Everyone fed them (mostly you and your mom) so they stayed in the area. It was a mom cat and six kittens. Your mom was still trying to trap the mom in order to spay her since she was a veterinarian.
You squatted down, taking a few close ups of the kittens playing around with each other. Your gaze focused solely on them when you noticed some water dripping down the driveway. You followed the source to see Minh standing beside a bucket of water.
His shirt was off. Drenched in water. He rung the shirt out, water dripping onto his sneakers. You blinked. It wasn’t like you haven’t seen shirtless boys before. Dudes play basketball shirtless all the time in your neighborhood. But somehow seeing Minh shirtless felt different.
The sweat dripping off his body. Bangs sticking to his forehead. He was wearing jeans despite the heat. It hung low on his waist. Giving a peak to his boxers. You didn’t realize what you were doing until you heard the familiar click of the camera. Your eyes widened as you quickly looked down at the kittens and took some more pictures of them.
A few days passed before you checked your camera. It was mostly filled with kittens before you came across the one picture you took of Minh. You gulped at the sight. The photo was hardly anything sensual but for you, it was a lot.
Sex wasn’t completely taboo. Your father did teach you about sex. Birds and bees. All that jazz so you weren’t dumb. But he never said sexual desires were particularly right. It happens but it should be fought against. Only if you had a partner.
And you were certainly not supposed to feel anything towards another man.
But you did.
And you masturbated that night to the picture of Minh.
You were embarrassed. Heavily so. It was hard to even look at Minh after what you did. But you thought you were going to be able to hide it. You were quite naive to think so. Minh read you like an open book. The first day you couldn’t look him in the eye, it was like he instantly knew.
Every night you masturbated to his picture. It had gotten to the point that Minh being near you made you tense. Not a bad tense. A tense in which your body felt… arousal. Which was a first. Really you thought you were broken. Never before did anything ever catch your attention.
But Minh did.
So you were into men apparently.
The new information practically killed you. There was no way your dad was going to be okay with it. Deciding that all you can really do is simply bury these feelings—Minh was only going to stay for the summer. You can survive the rest of the summer.
However you weren’t lucky at all.
The night you were ready to delete the photo and attempt to start a new—you found Minh in your bedroom. He sat on your bed, your camera in his hand, as he hummed to himself.
“(Name),” he said, his eyes looking up at you. “This is a good picture, why didn’t you share it with me?” A wide cruel smirk on his face.
“Minh, don’t…” you closed your bedroom door behind yourself. Eyes wide. “I’m sorry, that picture is… I was going to delete it. I swear.”
“Really? But it’s been in your camera roll for… oh, three weeks now.” Minh let out a laugh. “Does it take that long to delete a singular picture?”
You could only frown. There was no defending yourself.
Minh hummed. He placed your camera on the nightstand near your bed. He stood up, walking over to you. Your body moved back when he reached you. Back hitting the bedroom door. You were scared. A thousand thoughts flooding your head. Was he going to tell your dad? What would your dad do if he found out? You were screwed.
Only for Minh to grab your hand. You could only watch as he placed your hand right on his abs, lifting his shirt up with his free hand. His skin was warm. Almost hot to the touch. You’ve never touched another dude before. At least not right here. This wasn’t a simple touch.
His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, “the real thing is better, no?” Your breathing stuttered. You should’ve pulled away. Pushed him away. But you greedily began to touch his body. Hand slowly trailing down his lower stomach. Stopping right above his jeans.
You looked up at him.
“How far do you wanna go?”
“I…”
Minh leaned down slightly, his nose brushing against yours. He released his hold on your hand—allowing you to do whatever you pleased. His hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head. The tight grip holding you still. But it wasn’t like you wanted to move away.
“If you don’t pull away now, I’m not stopping.”
“Don’t…”
He kissed you hungrily. Hands gripping at your body. Minh pulled you close against him, not giving you a chance to pull away. You didn’t know what to do. He was your first kiss after all. All you could really do was relinquish control and let him kiss you.
You lost yourself in the kiss. Following him as he guided you to lay down on the couch. His hands fiddled with your shorts, tugging them off without hesitation. You pulled away from the kiss and tried to cover your lower half just as he attempted to pull off your boxers.
“Wait…”
Minh only grinned. “I already said I wasn’t going to stop once I started.” He said, pushing away your hands. “Masturbating all by yourself is no fun. Especially when you had me right next door.” His hand gripped your boxers, your hips twitching. Slowly, he began pulling it down. You watched with a bated breath…
warnings › Bottom male reader. Reader last name is Chen. This an OC.
plot › Your best friend confesses that he’s loved you for years but you turn him down. In an effort to keep the friendship, you tell him he can ask for something from you. What he wants is to take your virginity.
You and Huang Xinghui have been friends since middle school. Basically growing up with each other. He was your first real friend and you both shared a sort of secret relationship that others couldn’t understand.
Though everyone around you kept telling you that Xinghui was in love with you.
The idea seemed ludicrous. Even when it was said to you at your all boys high school. Xinghui not having a girlfriend made perfect sense to you then because what girls would he talk to? You both spent time together so you knew his schedule perfectly.
Class, dorm room, lunch or dinner, and then his piano lessons. That’s about it. So you were a bit confused why the boys at your school kept teasing that he was your boyfriend. Not that there was anything wrong for boys to date… but you and Xinghui?
They were making things up.
Even when you finally graduated and were heading to university, you and Xinghui somehow managed to be dormmates. You were excited at the idea of being with someone you were already so comfortable with. Your mom had something else to say though.
“Just don’t cause too many issues for your next door neighbors. The walls aren’t thick y’know.”
“What do you mean? I make sure to keep my voice down while gaming.” You said as you packed up your gaming console to take to the university. Your back was turned to your mom so you couldn’t see the face she made.
She sighed. “(Name), I mean don’t have sex without taking into consideration your neighbors. I trust you and Xinghui are smarter than that.”
“What–?” You turned to face her, feeling your face warm up. “Who–? Why–? Who would I even be having sex with? I’m a proud virgin!” Your words tumbled out fast as you clutched your gaming console to your chest. “I’m saving it, yknow?”
“Right.” She muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Well my point still stands even if you don’t go all the way.”
“Ma, me and Xinghui are just friends.”
“Sure.” She patted your shoulder before continuing on with helping you pack.
“Isn’t it weird? My mom thought we were dating!” You sat down on the small couch in the center of the room. It was a semi large one. Xinghui’s bed was pressed against the back wall, his desk right beside it in front of the large window. While your bed was on the left wall—a high rise bed with your desk underneath it.
All things considered the room was a great size for the both of you.
Xinghui broke down one of the boxes he used to hold some of his things. The couch was facing the wall across from his bed so you couldn’t see his face. He didn’t respond at first. You were about to repeat yourself thinking he didn’t hear you when he finally did.
“My parents think so too.”
“What? Well what did you tell them?” You turned back to face him, watching as he placed the deconstructed box underneath his bed. His back still facing you.
“Mhm.” Was he said. You frowned and watched as he continued unpacking. Xinghui was a man of few words anyway so you weren’t too shocked whenever he didn’t answer a question of yours. You usually figured out what he meant by yourself anyway.
Huang Xinghui was a handsome guy but his personality of keeping silent when spoken to made him a bit hard to build relationships with. He had ‘cold’ eyes according to everyone else but you thought his eyes were quite lively. They spoke for him most of the time. Through his eyes you’d understand exactly what he was feeling or thinking.
So he had gotten into the habit of looking away.
You watched Xinghui continue unpacking–taking in his newish style. Now that you both didn’t need to wear uniforms anymore, you’d get to see him in regular clothing at school. He had a darker aesthetic. The only bright part about him was the small section of dyed blond hair from his bangs.
“What do you want for dinner?” Xinghui plugged in his phone to charge before finally turning over to face you. His face was neutral. When you looked him in the eye, you knew you missed your chance to read what he was feeling earlier.
A huff left you. Cheeky bastard.
“There’s a popular chicken place nearby. I heard they make great fried chicken.” You grinned. “It’s Saturday tomorrow so…” you wiggled your eyebrows, letting your words trail off.
Xinghui only shook his head.
After about two beers and an entire box of chicken fully devoured, you were stuffed. The laptop in front of you on the coffee table was playing some random movie you don’t remember choosing. It looked to be a horror movie though. You yawned and stretched out on the couch, almost slipping off.
Others would find eating chicken and drinking beer without talking, only the movie being the source of sound, to be uncomfortable. But you were used to sitting with your thoughts when it came to Xinghui. It was usually without any type of noise half the time.
So movies were welcomed.
You glanced over at Xinghui, wanting to ask if he remembered what movie this was when you noticed he was already staring at you. “Xinghui?” You blink and give him a slight smile. He was holding another beer in his hand but it was beginning to slip from his grasp. How many did he drink?
“Xinghui?” You reached over and grabbed the near empty bottle. When placing it with the other finished beer bottles, you realized there were over four other bottles next to your two. Your eyes widened slightly but you shook your head. It wasn’t the strangest thing–sometimes Xinghui drinks more than you.
A lot more.
Five in one night seemed excessive. You looked back at him only to flinch. He was closer, much closer. His nose brushed against yours and you couldn’t help but giggle at first. You blinked excessively at his long overgrown bangs teasing your cheeks. His breath smelled exactly like the cheap beer he bought.
“You ok?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
Xinghui hummed. “After two beers, you fell asleep for a few minutes.” He said.
“I did?” You tried thinking back but couldn’t really remember that. You were a lightweight but you didn’t think you were that much of a lightweight. “Sorry, I think the whole moving in tired me out.” You yawned.
“Mhm.”
“Let’s just head to bed, we can clean up in the morning.” You said, glancing at the mess on the coffee table. It wasn’t much but with you being so sleepy it felt like a whole mountain of work.
“(Name).”
“Hm?”
“I wanna kiss you.”
“What–?”
Suddenly you felt lips pressed against yours.
Huang Xinghui liked you.
For a while now apparently. Everyone was right. Perhaps you were the only one who was dumb enough to not realize it. But was it that strange to believe that your friend since forever was just that? A friend?
He had kissed you.
Three weeks ago.
And everything has been awkward ever since. For the first time in your life, Xinghui was avoiding you. That kiss changed everything. You remember not even kissing him back. Just staring straight at him—trying to understand what was happening.
When he pulled away and walked to his bedroom. Slamming the door shut.
The next day you tried to talk to him like normal but he ignored you. Pointedly so. Then he started making sure he practically never came across you. It was a feat. You wondered how he managed to never be home when you were home. Making sure you never crossed paths on campus.
You were miserable.
University wasn’t supposed to push you and Xinghui apart. It wasn’t like you even refused him. Even if you didn’t see him that way. He was a part of your life and you could never imagine one without him. You didn’t even have any other friends beside him.
Something your mom had constantly criticized. You always pushed those critiques away. Now you realized why she had them. You were essentially all alone without Xinghui. It was lonely.
Almost four weeks passed when you decided you couldn’t take it anymore.
Luckily you knew Xinghui’s schedule. He had told you before classes started. So in an effort to save your (only) friendship—you skipped class and waited outside his first class of the day. Ancient Chinese medicine.
A few minutes passed before Xinghui left the classroom, head down as he scrolled on his phone. You quickly jumped up from your waiting spot against the wall and sprinted over to him. Xinghui didn’t look up at first. His eyes narrowing at his phone before he seemed to finally feel your presence.
His eyes flickered over to you.
He quickly sprinted away without a word.
“Bastard.” You cursed to yourself as you followed after him. Xinghui was heading to his next class. Chemistry if you remember correctly. He was already sitting at a spot in the back of the room, right near the window. You entered the classroom without any hesitation and plopped down beside him.
“You can’t sit here.” Xinghui simply said.
“Why not?”
“It’s his seat.”
You glanced over to see a student walking over with a confused expression.
“Uh, are you a new student?” The guy asked. “This is my seat.”
“No,” you reached over and grabbed Xinghui’s arm, tugging him close to you. Xinghui stared at you with a shocked expression. “I’m trying to make things right with my friend but he’s been ignoring me. So I’m following him everywhere until he notices me.”
“Oh…”
“Can you cheer me on, Ge?” You pouted. Xinghui tried pulling his hand free but you only tightened your grip, resting your head on his shoulder.
The guy only shook his head. “It’s too early for this… good luck,” he sat down in the empty chair beside you.
You gave him a grateful smile before turning your attention to Xinghui. He was looking straight ahead. Jaw tightened. He tried once more to tug his hand free but you tightened your octopus-like grip on him.
“What do you want for dinner? We haven’t had dinner together in a while.” You asked.
He didn’t respond. Even as class went on, the professor seemingly paid you no mind—Xinghui’s jaw was tense the entire time. His gaze straight ahead. Fingers gripping tightly on his pen as he took notes.
Class ended. Xinghui made another attempt to pull his arm free that was met with resistance once again.
People began to file out of the classroom. You knew Xinghui didn’t have any more classes after this so he wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere. Xinghui didn’t move a second until the classroom was completely empty. He turned to face you.
His expression almost made you flinch. Never in your entire life had he ever looked at you like this. With such… anger. Contempt even. Why was he so angry? It wasn’t like you did anything.
“Are you finding this funny?” He whispered. His free hand reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. The pain caused you to wince and unintentionally release his arm. He pulled himself free and quickly stood up.
You stood up as well. “Funny? Nothing is funny right now, Xinghui. I’m confused about what happened to us.”
“Why are you confused? I confessed. You rejected me. There’s nothing else left to say.”
“So that means you’re going to throw away our friendship?”
“(Name), how dumb are you?”
You bristled at his tone.
“I never viewed you as a friend.” Xinghui’s words shook you to your core. But he continued on. “I loved you. And if you don’t want to date me, then why should I hurt myself and force a friendship I don’t care about?”
“Don’t… care about?”
Xinghui simply scoffed. “Once the lease is over, I’ll move out. You should make sure you find a roommate before then.”
Move out?
He’s going to leave you.
Permanently?
Xinghui grabbed his bag and moved to walk away but you quickly grabbed his arm. He tried tugging himself free. “What—?”
“No way! I don’t want you to ever leave my life.”
“Are you insane? Just how selfish are you to force me to still be your friend when I said I don’t want to be.”
Your lips pulled into a thin line. “If that’s selfish, then I don’t care. You can be selfish too in return.”
“How—?”
“You can ask for anything from me. Anything you want, I can’t refuse. Just…” your throat felt tight. Eyes beginning to burn. “Just continue being my friend. Please.”
It was quiet for a moment.
“Anything?” He whispered.
“Mhm.”
Xinghui stared at you. His eyes unreadable. It wasn’t an expression that you had seen before. He didn’t feel like your friend anymore.
“I wanna fuck you.”
There was no reason for why you were still a virgin. You never really dated. Never seeing the point. Xinghui was all you really needed. He was always there so you never saw the purpose in pursuing any connection outside of him.
Maybe that’s why you allowed for this to happen.
The reason why you would do anything to keep Xinghui in your life.
Why you were currently bent over the couch, getting fucked by Xinghui. There was no build up. No easing you into anything. You both walked home without saying a thing. The only sound being the door closing shut behind you. Xinghui had pushed you into the couch, pulling your pants down, and spitting into his hand.
He was nice enough to finger you open. It burned. Not a pleasant feeling really. He didn’t waste a moment before pushing inside of you. Officially taking your virginity. You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping tightly at the couch cushion as his hips slammed forward against your ass.
His cock stretched you full. Nothing in common with his fingers. It hardly prepared you for how big he was. You could feel his cock against your warm walls. The drag of his cock as he kept a fast consistent pace. He didn’t say a word.
It almost felt clinical.
But even then, you were a little glad he was your first. At least it went to someone you cared for. Just as fast as it started—it was over. Xinghui pulled out. Warm sticky cum dripped onto your lower back.
The sound of a zipper and rustling of jeans. That’s all you heard before footsteps pattering down the hallway.
You were all alone.
Everything went back to normal.
Or at least, you pretend it did. The next day Xinghui was in the kitchen. He almost looked shocked to see you. His eyes watching your every move. It felt like he was expecting you to be angry or something.
But why would you be?
You smiled at him, “did you eat breakfast yet? I’m gonna scramble some eggs.” He only stared at you as if you had grown two heads.
Things continued on like nothing even happened. Only for you though. You spoke to Xinghui as if the whole situation never happened. Not even that you had moved passed it. Xinghui, however, was struggling to do the same. You could tell.
He wasn’t normal like usual. His posture tense whenever you touched him. As if you were going to hit him. Which confused you. Why would you ever hurt him? Almost a month passed like this. You interacting with him like normal. While Xinghui grew confused by the day.
But it seemed he had a breaking point.
Your mom had stopped by to drop off some food. She could tell something was wrong.
“Are you… two okay?” She asked, just as she was ready to leave. Her eyes flickering between the both of you. “I know living together can raise problems but I hope you talk things out.” Her gaze pointedly turned to Xinghui.
“Mhm? We’re good! Great even.” You laughed, waving your mom’s worries off like it was unfounded. She hesitated but soon nodded her head. Deciding there was no purpose in prying. You waved her goodbye and closed the door behind her.
“We’re good?” Xinghui suddenly spoke.
You looked back at him. “Hm?”
“We’re ‘good?’ What are you talking about? We haven’t been good in almost three months.”
“What do you mean?”
“What—? (Name), haven’t you noticed the tension between us?” His eyes were wide. Perhaps the first time in awhile that you could see emotions in them that weren’t confusion. It was filled with hurt. “I… I took something from you in anger. I hurt you on purpose because I wanted to get back at you for rejecting me. Why haven’t you noticed that?”
You blinked.
A small smile formed on your lips. “Why are you acting like I didn’t know that?”
“Huh?”
You stepped forward. Hands reaching out as you grabbed Xinghui’s. His hands were bigger than yours. It had been forever since you touched him. A giddy laugh left you. “I know you did that to hurt me.” You looked up at him. “I don’t care. I asked for it. I wanted it. Anything to keep you with me.”
Xinghui stared at you. Really stared at you. He looked as if he was trying to comprehend what you were saying. Realizing just… how devoted you were to this ‘friendship’ with him. “They were right.” He whispered to himself.
“Who?”
He shook his head, “you want me in your life?”
“Yes.”
“Only me?”
“….yes.” You squeezed his hands. “No one else matters. No one can ever compare to you.”
Xinghui freed his hands. He reached over and gripped the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin as he tugged you forward. “Then I can do whatever I want?”
“Mhm,” you let out a breathy laugh, lips parting into a smile. “Please. Anything to keep you in my life.”
A pained expression flickered on Xinghui’s face but it was gone before you could question it. He pulled you forward and captured your lips into a sneering kiss. It was the first time he’s kissed since that night.
This one was different. While the one that night was soft, almost nervous—this one was hungry. Xinghui knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was you.
You being his.
His free hand gripped pants, popping the button open. He pushed you back against the door. Your body banging against it from the force. Pain briefly shot through your back but his kiss distracted you from verbally out any pain. You struggled on what to do with your hands. They pressed against the door before you hesitantly reached out and placed them on Xinghui’s shoulders.
He swallowed every moan and whimper you let out into the kiss. His hand slipped into your boxers, grabbing a handful of your ass. Everything felt… different this time. It didn’t feel mechanical. This time you could really feel the hungry Xinghui felt for you.
He kissed you like he wanted to eat you. Your back arched off the door, eyes squeezing shut as you felt fingers tease your asshole. They were dry and unable to push in due to resistance. You finally pulled away from the kiss—needing to breathe.
You buried your face into Xinghui’s shoulders. Legs twitching. Xinghui didn’t say much. But that didn’t shock you. He was never much of a talker. The sound of him spitting caused you to flinch. Newly wet fingers pressed against your hole once more.
Like before he didn’t waste a second before slipping in two fingers. The stretch earned a pained gasp from you. However he was more gentle this time. His fingers slowly stretching you. Properly preparing you. A graze against a certain area caused you to moan. Pleasure shooting through your veins.
“What was that…?” You muttered into his shoulder. Xinghui didn’t answer. His free hand tightened its grip on your waist, stabilizing you.
He continued to stretch you. Occasionally brushing against the little spot that made you whimper. Your toes curled. Hands gripping tightly at his shoulders. Your cock dripped pre-cum onto the ground.
That was different as well.
Your body was actually reacting this time around.
Xinghui suddenly flipped you around, pressing your face right into the door. One hand held the back of your head while the other gripped your waist. You shuddered at his forcefulness. Hands uselessly gripping at the door.
“Are you going to wear a condom this time?” You whispered.
“Why should I? I’ll be the only man who gets to fuck you anyway.”
You didn’t know why your cock twitched at his words.
Xinghui wasn’t slow. Perhaps deciding he was kind enough to properly stretch you out. He thrust his cock inside of you without warning. A loud cry leaving you at the sudden action. His hand tightened its grip on your waist to keep you still.
His hips slammed into your ass. The sound of skin slapping together filled the hallway. Short quick moans left you in tandem with his thrusts. Your eyes were threatening to roll back. It was hard for you to even keep your body up.
If Xinghui wasn’t holding you up, you were sure you would’ve fallen down by now.
Only a second later and you felt your stomach tighten. A pain whimper leaving you as you came. Cum dripped onto the floor but Xinghui didn’t let up. In fact you felt as if his thrusts had gotten faster. More brutal.
“Xinghui, s…slow down.” You reached back to grab his hand on your waist. But he only picked up the pace. The silence you got in return made you whimper in response. He was chasing his own release. Uncaring of the overstimulation he was causing you.
It felt like forever. His thrusts pushing you further into the door. Neighbors would certainly complain about the noise in the morning. Your moans were louder as well. Cock hard once more, ready to cum again.
Another particularly hard thrust, he pulled your hips back, ass flushed against his hips—cum releasing inside you. Your legs twitched. Fingers pressed against the door as your cock came again as well. More watery than the first orgasm. Hot cum filled you inside. It felt gross but also oddly comforting.
Xinghui was really a part of you. Deep inside.
You sighed. At least now you could go relax and take a shower. You tried pushing yourself off the door when Xinghui forced you back against it. His body pressed against your own. Lips brushing against the tip of your ear.
“You want me to stay with you forever, yea?” He whispered.
“Yes…”
Hands slowly reached underneath your shirt. His hands felt hot against your skin. Gripping possessively at your body.
“Then I’ll need to have access to you.”
“Access?”
“Yes.” He shifted his hips. The drag of his cock against your sensitive walls earned a small gasp from you. “I’ll continue being your friend…. And you’ll let me fuck you whenever I want. Can you handle that?”
You glanced back at him. Eyes wide.
A smile formed on your lips.
“Yea, I can handle it.”
Xinghui was always told by others that you had a weird obsession over him. He didn’t see it. At least it didn’t really bother him back then. It didn’t seem serious. You just didn’t have any other friends and well neither did he really. None of them compared to you.
He had fallen for you but he knew deep down you didn’t feel the same.
But he was over it that night. He couldn’t take it anymore and just kissed you. When he pulled away he didn’t expect the look you had given him. One completely devoid of any emotion.
Just… blank.
Like you couldn’t even comprehend what he had just done. Like he genuinely ruined you. He hadn’t realized just how attached you were to him as a friend.
It angered him.
When it really should’ve worried him that you were this devoted to him. In a messed up way he wished your devotion was out of love. Not friendship.
He tried pushing you away. Even went as far as to take your virginity, believing you’d snap and kick him out. But you didn’t. You just… pretended everything was fine.
And in a way he tried to do the same but when you had lied to your mother he snapped. When presented with the reality that you were genuinely not okay. That your friendship with him had seemed to mess with your psyche—he should’ve nipped it in the bud. Should’ve called your mom and insist she take you to therapy… something.
He was happy to keep you as his.
With time he could always get you to fall in love with him.
You both only wanted the other even if the way you wanted each other wasn’t equal.
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.
