Getting To Know Each Other | Asakura Jo
In which Asakura Jo, once a rabbit, becomes a wolf 🐺ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི
Warning: somnophilia, dubcon, noncon, dacryphilia, size difference, manipulation, thigh grinding, power imbalance, dirty talking, yandere.
Author’s note: This is for those who love dark themes and red flags. Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3 English isn’t my first language so be easy. Enjoy!
Jo was the most gentle person you had ever met. The only time you ever felt uncomfortable around him was when he would take long pauses before answering, or when he wouldn’t answer at all and gave you a simple nod instead. This happened more in the beginning of your friendship, two years ago. He’s loosened up since then but still remains the non-imposing, easy going Jo.
Tonight, he hosted a house gathering with a few of his friends. The pulsing bass thrumming in the air beat in your ears as you passed out on his bed. You felt safe in doing so. You had taken a nap before on his couch after a gruesome interview and woke up to him playing a game on the playstation, shooting a gentle smile your way as soon as he heard you mumble awake. He was the type of person anyone could feel safe around; mothers, children, random girls needing help during a night out. He would hold your hand when crossing the street because he knew it gave you a bit of anxiety when the traffic was heavy. He was trustworthy.
As the night deepened, the lively atmosphere winded down and the apartment door closed as the last guest said good bye. It was much quieter now, but the excitement still buzzed in the air.
You didn’t drink very often, but tonight you grabbed the opportunity to release the pent up stress that came with finding your feet in your career. This resulted in you exceeding your alcohol tolerance.
As you tossed in your sleep, you felt a brush over your stomach. It was light, hesitant. You murmured at the ticklish sensation, not having the chance to think too much of it as the intoxication swayed your mind all around.
You knew everybody had already left Jo’s place and it was probably him snuggling up beside you before falling asleep himself. This was normal; falling asleep around each other. He was always respectful when it came to physical contact between you two. One time, he whisked his hand away as if your skin burned him when he shifted in his sleep and accidentally touched your shoulder. Jolting up, his ears reddened and he mumbled an apology. You reassured him it was okay. There wasn’t a doubt that he meant any ill intent by it. He was so innocent, you thought.
You two had gotten dating rumours before but neither of you have so much as pecked the other on the cheek. Your friendship was platonic and you honestly didn’t see him that way. You were sure he didn’t either. He never gave any signs, anyways. But with Jo, it was hard to tell what was on his mind.
You began dozing off into the velvety darkness again. You weren’t sure how long it was until you felt soft traces along the skin just above your rib cage, before moving to caress your breasts. “You’re beautiful.” A low voice sounded behind you, making the loud thumping in your head fade further and further away into the distance.
There was a peck to the back of your neck, one so faint you wondered if you actually felt it, sprouting pebble skin all over. Then another, lingering far past its welcome and springing your consciousness to the forefront. That was when you took notice of the warmth radiating against your back as you laid on your side. You felt the movement of an arm draped under your waist and another snaked across your hip. It was the middle of summer and the only parts of you covered in the blanket were your feet; you easily got cold there. The rest of you wore a mid length, short sleeved basketball shirt from the men’s section.
It must’ve been a dream, a repressed thought, or the alcohol’s effects. But then the touching got more firm, more bold, and you were sure you weren’t dreaming anymore. You began to writhe and mumble questioningly. No sound was heard in answer from the person behind you. Maybe someone was still in the apartment, other than Jo. You didn’t actually see everyone leave as you had dozed off.
You started squirming against the large form in hopes of dislodging your body, but all you’d done was make things worse for yourself. They tightened their grip on you.
Defiant, you motioned to sit up right, but that’s when a heavy hand held you down by your waist, their fingers pressing into your skin. You froze, eyes fluttering wide open. Who was touching you like that?
The room was nearly pitch black, but if you managed to turn around, you would be able to see the person’s features with the light emitting from the corridor.
Slowly, you began to twist your body in their direction. “Don’t move.” A raspy voice warned. Your body felt languid, and your senses were still clouded by the intoxication, but you were certain you could identify that voice if you heard it one more time.
Deciding against compliancy, you continued to shift away from them. “What –” you began to speak, your throat dry from the singing and laughter earlier. You suddenly stopped when you felt it; a bulge so big and hard pressing into you, just below your cheeks. That’s when you realised your shirt had been rolled up to your hips and your lace panty pulled to the side, exposing your most delicate parts. You wanted to spring forward from the bed and scream your lungs out until someone heard you. Where is Jo?
You began to release shuddered breaths, disdaining the vulnerable position you were in. You weren’t even sure who was behind you but their body pressing into you was close, too close. “If you keep moving like that, it’ll slip in. You don’t want that, do you?” His words sounded more like a threat than a question.
His strong arm brought you closer against his broad chest, earning a squeal out of you. Your eyes started to brim with tears and your hands began to lightly tremble. He couldn’t see you, but he sure could feel you beginning to hyperventilate. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. You felt him shake his head behind your neck before nuzzling into the nape of it, fanning his breath just below your earlobe.
Catching the whiff of the scent from his hair sent a surge of numbness through your veins. It was awfully familiar. It couldn’t be, could it? Was it really Jo? No, he wouldn’t. He was the type to stand in between you and any man who would hold onto your hand a little too long when you would go partying, who would call to make sure you were home safe if you were out late. If anything, you were often the one that initiated physical contact with him, and he would barely reciprocate it. It couldn’t be him.
“It’s okay, I won’t go in. As long as you stay still.” It was him. You needn’t turn around to confirm it, you knew his voice. He started thrusting in between your thighs. He was huge, demanding a lot of space between you. A liquid texture graced his tip and your heartbeat quickened. I can’t believe this is happening.
You wanted nothing more than to be away from him. For the first time ever, you wanted to escape from him. The way he fondled your breasts and the way his other hand nestled dangerously close to your inner thighs ignited a fear so deep inside you. You wanted to say something, anything, but you only managed to choke air out.
“It’s just a dream. I told you, you were drinking too much earlier but you didn’t want to listen to me. But it’s okay, I’m here. Just go back to sleep and it’ll be over soon, hmm?” He coaxed you tenderly.
“I – I don’t want –” your words came out incoherent. You couldn’t even form the sentence because you couldn’t even fully grasp what was happening. Did this count as assault? He didn’t put it in, so it can’t be rape. But this didn’t feel right, no matter how soft his voice sounded or how gentle; albeit uninvited; his touch was at times.
You were feeling so hazy, unsure if any of this was even real. “Oh, darling…” he huskily groaned into your skin. “I need you so bad. I –” His breathing was erratic. You never saw this side of him. You didn’t know what to do. You reached your hand to meet his in between your legs in an attempt to pry him off of you. He would listen, wouldn’t he? “Don’t,” he hissed, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You were snivelling now. It felt like a nightmare. This wasn’t like him.
You settled on telling him to stop, your voice barely audible behind the fear coursing through you. “Please, Jo. I –” you struggled to keep your composure. “I don’t want this. Please stop,” you were begging him at this point. “I won’t be mad,” you reasoned, willing to say anything to get out of his hold.
“Ah, fuck.” He drew the words out, his thrusting quickening into you, edging closer and closer to your pussy. “You’re so pretty. I just – you feel so good,” he whined. His tip was now touching your outer lips, forming a lump in your throat. At the pace he was going, and with his strength that greatly overpowered any that you had, he could be inside you soon if he wanted. “Don’t do that. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to. I just…” Was he getting turned on by this, by your crying? The possibility made a few more tears fall, soaking your cheeks.
That’s when his movements came to an abrupt halt. Everything in the room stilled, except for the hard pulse in his cock. Was he finally moved to pity? Would he stop? You let out deep breaths. Maybe it is finally over.
You moved away but heard him draw in a sharp inhale, feeling him involuntary twitch alarmingly close to your centre. A frustrated whimper sounded from his chest. Suddenly, he thrust his hips against you without warning. You thought he had a change of heart, that the Jo you knew had returned.
“No,” you softly cried out before biting on your lower lip. You didn’t want to make this situation more miserable than it already was but you couldn’t hold it in anymore. He reached over to your cheek and wiped away the salty moisture with his digits.
“Don’t cry. I can’t – hold myself. It’s too much.” His voice shook with desperation. Sounds of him licking his fingers and him moaning a bit louder filled your ears. Before you were uncertain if he felt bad hearing you sob, or if he was turned on by it, but now you knew. It was a mixture of both.
You couldn’t believe he was doing this. Touching you in ways friends usually don’t. Not listening to you when you told him no. His grip on your thighs and breasts tightened painfully, like a ravenous beast. You had no doubt you would see bruises later on, that’s if you survived this moment.
His movements were slow, deliberate, savouring every second. You couldn’t still your visibly trembling body, unintentionally brushing against him. “You’re pushing me. And I don’t want to.” He fought with himself, remorse rich in his tone, but his actions, the way he gripped onto your body and ground himself in and out of your thighs were void of restraint. You felt pathetic, as if you weren’t doing enough to stop him. But the thought of him slipping inside of you rendered you motionless. You didn’t want that. But I can try. I should try, you fought with yourself internally.
You tried inching away from him, his thick and long cock pulling out of your thighs, only for him to yank you back in. He was always gentle, often handling you as if you would break, but now… It was like he was an entirely different person. Something had ticked and you began to ponder if he also had too much to drink or if this was truly another side of him he had kept hidden.
“I don’t want to do this.” Guilt was clearly gnawing at him, but logic and reason evaded him. His tip pushed past your folds. No hinting. No question. No concern. The hugeness of him making you skip several heartbeats. “I won’t hurt you. You know that.” His breathing grew heavier. “I would never.” For the first time, you didn’t believe him.
Your mind clouded at the thought of him forcing his way in. You had never seen him naked but judging from the few inches you could feel from him, you could now imagine how much pain you’d be in if he did. You weren’t aroused by any means, the only slick between you coming from him. It would burn. It would hurt. The betrayal hurt. Everything hurt. One disastrous move and you would crumble in his strong hold.
You had sex twice before, three years ago with an ex you regretted ever setting your sights on. Since then, you had been abstinent. Waiting to find a good partner. Not necessarily a romantic one, though that would be nice. But you were happy with a sexual one, too. To have fun and safely explore with. Initially, you were embarrassed to “be out the game” but as you spoke to people around your age, you learned it was increasingly normal for people not to have sex for the sake of it. It was even more common these days to find people past their twenties who hadn’t had sex yet.
“Be good and take it, hm? Please, please,” he whined, increasing his pace, but somehow managing to stay just outside your entrance. Being a dancer, he had mastered his body control.
“Will you be good for me?” From the husky way he spoke, you could picture the flustered look on his face a few inches from yours. What has gotten into him?
“I promise it will be over if you are. It’s just a bad dream, after all. Be good, be good.” He trailed off and your body went limp. It was as if your mind had decided for you not to fight, knowing it would only make things worse. You hoped he would finish without needing to invade you even further. You just wanted things to go back to how they were a few hours ago. “That’s it. That’s it.” He moaned in your ear, sensing the fight in you disappearing.
You began to stifle your cries, fearing it would urge him on more and he would press in deeper, finally entering you. “No, no, don’t cry. I said I won’t go in,” he cooed. “Don’t you trust me?” I used to.
“You feel so good. I’ve always wanted to –” his own whimpering overtook his speech. With that interrupted confession, you knew nothing had come over him. He had always been like this, you were just too late in finding out who he really was.
