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★彡 about blog
i write ocxreader fics! i specifically focus on m!reader (afab or amab) n' gn!reader. I mainly write for my male ocs, but I'll probably dabble a bit in writing for fem n' nb ocs!
★彡 rules n' warnings
"fujoshis" n' "fetishizers" pls dni, this is a safe space specifically for nb n male readers! i don't want you here!blank blogs dni!
i may post a few nsfw things down the line, so minors beware! n' some of my content may also be dark, if you don't like it- don't send any hate to me or my readers n' just block me!
i do not condone yanderes irl, my writing is purely fictitious! if anyone in your life displays any of these traits, please report them and stay safe!
please don't ask me about my personal life, i wish to keep my offline n' online life separated...
femboy!reader , bottom/reader , established relationship , fingering , cismale terminology / anatomy , praise , spit / saliva , toru fantasizin 4 1k words straight , dirty - talk , slut calling , not proof - read
w.c; ~1.2k
. . . sonny says: has been a while ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა s’is nothin special, n mkinda embarrassed t’make it my comeback post but . . . wanted t’actually post somethin. miss writin s’bad !! so hopefully some smaller drabbles/ficlets can tide y’over in this tryin time ໒꒰ྀི •̩̩̩̩＿•̩̩̩̩ ꒱ྀིა n e way, s’is from a veryvery old request, just tweaked a lil bit !! to da anon who wanted toru n his femboy boyfie. . msorry for da wait !! here it is :p
Satoru considers himself a simple man. He has simple plans, simple aspirations . . . simple goals. achievable, even, considering who he is. Though there’s nothing simple about the curl of his white eyelashes, nor the shade of his almost translucent eyes, that’s simply how he’d describe himself.
And although the rest of the world considers him anything but— an anomaly, of sorts— he still partakes in substantially simple pleasures. Ice cream, candies, chocolates, cakes. . . A night on the town, sightseeing, a good round of much needed sleep.
You.
But that’s where the lines begin to blur, because you are far from simple. Complex, layered— the man took his time to flesh out the real you. Just when he thought he’d had you figured out, there was something new he learned about you. Blamed it on his own biases, a close minded way of thinking, when he took a glance at you and assumed. But that was before, back when he was naive and stupid, when others mistook his youthful piloting for recklessness. He supposed he’d done the same, up until he met you.
Simplicity doesn’t suit you. Not your features, which curve and twist and turn, soft edges and sharp corners, pretty eyes and even prettier lips. Facial harmony that puts Satoru at ease— no, it’s you in your entirety. He felt it when he met you, he feels it now. He's sure he’ll feel it when he’s six feet underground, and all that’s left of him is an empty echo of simple assumptions and stories, a distant memory of you.
It doesn’t suit you at all. He decides you’re much too pretty. There’s an otherworldly quality in your essence that draws him in from miles away. It’s in your cadence when you speak, the sway of your shoulders when you walk, the way air flows behind you when you walk by. His pretty, pretty boy. Nothing simple about it, except maybe the way his body reacts.
Oh, well.
It’s like whiplash, when he sees you. Just when he thought he had you all figured out, here you are. He's never seen you like this before. He's seen you in all sorts of ways, sure— a cocky smirk on your lips, or perhaps a frown instead. Tears in your eyes from pain, on some occasions, pleasure. Your eyebrows pinched with confusion, or even furrowed with rage. But this… this. Is different. You, his boyfriend, in a skirt. It’s different. And he wants to touch.
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He’d start at your thighs, of course. How could he not? Patience is a virtue, one Satoru does not hold himself up to. His big, strong hands run along the expanse of your legs, groping and squeezing and holding just right. Tight enough to watch the skin bulge and spill between his fingers, for his fingertips to dig into the flesh until he knows they’ll inevitably bruise later, creeping his hands up, up, up. . .
“All this for lil’ ol’ me?” He’d say, charming as ever as he glances up at you, already knowing the answer. But he’d disregard it anyway, until his fingertips trail along the neatly sewn hem of the skirt, your skirt.
“What is this, silk? Cotton?” He’d feel blood pump through his fingers, just like he knows it’d rush through your inner thighs, spreading goosebumps along your skin as he absentmindedly rubs. Traveling further in, until your pretty cock plumps up beneath his palms, grazing his knuckles until he can feel each twitch and throb of the leaking tip. You’ve always been so eager, so sweet on him in that sense, all twitches and aches.
Thighs trembling under the weight of his palms, he’d see it all. When your cock jumps as he fans his warm breath over the fabric. when a wet, sticky patch of precum soaks through it. He’d frown when he sees shorts, built into the skirt, but it’d twitch when he remembers what’s beneath. Tugging the material down your hips, his hands pausing to squeeze and caress the soft skin of your ass, kneading until he can’t take it anymore— ripping the fabric open with his bare hands—pulling the plumpness of your ass apart until he can feel your pretty little hole winking back at him— so hungry, so desperate to be used. He’d watch.
You’d take it so well, you always do. That’s one thing he knows as a fact, because when you’re around Satoru, it seems as though none of your thoughts are coherent, and all you want to do is take it. He'd rub slow, smooth circles into the globes of your ass, looking down at the emptiness of your winking hole, shiny and inviting and clenching around nothing but air.
“So pretty,” He’d murmur, hushed and close to the warmth of your skin as he pressed his face against the backs of your thighs. His long fingers slipping dangerously close to your entrance, sliding along the puckered rim and dipping the pads of his fingertips along the opening of your pretty little hole. His fingers would feel so big, so long, when he circles them along the ring of muscle, barely breaching the tiny gape he plans to make. Slick with his spit— when did he do that?— saliva sticky and wet between each mound, glistening, he’d work a finger inside, groaning, “Only ‘Toru’s fingers can keep my greedy little hole happy, isn’t that right?”
You’d feel his teeth graze your skin, a wide smile on his face as he feels you process his words. Calling your holes his— like they belong to him and him only. It’s true, and he knows you’d nod— you’ve always been a good boy about that, even if it’s not the type of verbal confirmation he’s looking for. Still, his smile would drop as fast as it arrived, his finger pushing to the first knuckle and curling just right, punching the air from your lungs and pushing stars into your eyes as you gasp.
“Isn’t that right?” He’d repeat himself, much more firm, just to watch you struggle and squirm to find the words, to say something other than a stream of incoherent, slutty babbles for cock.
“Mhmm..!” You’d whine, lips parted as you reached back to spread yourself wide, enveloping his free hand with the warmth of your palm. You wouldn’t miss the appreciative hum you earn in response, deep and husky as his fingers slip right in, past the burning stretch of your fluttering rim, past the slippery surface of your hole as it sucked his fingers deeper and deeper into your gummy walls. “Yours, ‘Toru.. give it t’me..”
“Pretty hole on you too,” Silky and smooth, warm and wet like he’d imagined it in the late hours he’d spent fucking his fist. “You even knows what you’re beggin’ for?” He’d watch his spit gush and trickle out between his fingers with each twist and movement of the digits. “You’re gonna take it for me like a good boy, right? Keep these hips still while I fuck my pretty boy full of my fingers? Make you all whiny and needy?”
The squelch your hole, the way your body tightened as you whimpered like a slut for it. Pretty face ruined with delirious tears, pretty hole sopping and sloppy— fucked out and used from his fingers alone. Pretty skirt left in ruins, streaked in patches of your precum and drool.
Fuck.
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“You look good,” Is all he says instead, irises boring into the pleated fabric that wrinkles and rustles with every movement you make. Satoru’s cock twitches in his sweats, a deep imprint of the head straining against his thigh. His voice comes out as some sort of soft, dreamy sound, low in his throat but high in the air as you look at him, almost uncertain. “Twirl for me?”
i dont know if u would call this cognitive dissonance or what and frankly i don't care, but scrolling through social media, including tumblr, and seeing a video of miserable parents mourning their small children and searching for their heads now nothing more than the sand, being preceded by some writer i follow posting fucking anime boy thirst is insane.
it's literally fucking crazy and it makes me feel so immensely guilty and grateful at the same time. thank god, for i will never have to be in their shoes; but i have done nothing to deserve my comfort, and i will never deserve the life i have lived anymore than they deserve theirs.
and in moments like this, online especially, where i feel the dichotomy is so significantly exacerbated between people who care so much it consumes them and people who still argue ignorance despite their obvious indulgence in an impunity i refuse to believe they aren't aware of, despite willfully choosing to look away; i want to remind you that you don't deserve anything, either.
i can't even fathom the "i don't know enough" excuse or entertain the idea of "both sides have people suffering" anymore. your ignorance and neutrality does not absolve you of responsibility, it actually makes you look like a fucking stupid wanker without any critical thinking skills. james baldwin, amazing man, wrote in the fire next time that it is not permissible that the authors of devastation should also be innocent because it is the innocence which constitutes the crime.
hada silly lil thought...doin choso's makeup while sittin on his lap, hehe....had 'ta write somethin quick bout it!!!
cw: not proof read, m!reader, no pronouns other than "you" used though.
" almost done...."
you mutter, your eyes narrowed in concentration. your hands steady as you press the lipgloss applicator to choso's lip, the pink tint smearing across his lips.
a satisfied huff slips past your lips as you lean back, closing the tub of lipgloss, "there we go". choso stared down at you, finding it amusing how proud you were about finally convincing him to let you do his makeup.
" guess i"m pretty now, huh?" he asks, leaning in for a kiss. only for you to lean back, away from him, "wait wait-" your lips pout as a huff leaves your lips, "you're gonna ruin your makeup n' you haven't even seen yourself yet."
choso ignores your complaint, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he chuckles, "doesn't matter-" he mumbles, " 've been staring at your cute face for the past 20 minutes" his lips press against your jaw, smearing the pink across your skin as he kisses you, "and you looked so damn cute all concentrated n stuff" he continued, pressing another kiss to the corner of you lips.
"choso-" you start to protest, only to get cut off by his lips pressing against yours. you can't help but giggle as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him back.
he pulls away with a sigh, his eyes flickering over your face. one of his hands leaves your hip, cupping the side of your face. his thumb brushing the edge of your bottom lip, wiping away some of the gloss that transfered, "plus, it looks better on you anyways..."
People who just put reader when they actually mean curvy but also skinny, cishet, fem reader who has long hair, is white and American, has a wealthy family that's nuclear, likes to wear dresses and skirts, likes to wear makeup and nail polish, likes specific foods and wears high heels everywhere are my fucking enemy, especially if it's for a game WHERE THE PLAYER ISN'T LIMITED AND IS CUSTOMISABLE!!
If you do this I hope you get trapped in a ball pit full of legos, it takes approximately five seconds to put 'Oh btw the reader is basically just an oc but because I'm annoying I'm going to say it's a reader anyway to get more reach'
I personally don’t get major gender dysphoria over x fem! reader fics but I still don’t feel the most comfortable reading them, and it feels really disheartening when I find a cool character x reader fic and find out with no warning that the reader uses she/her pronouns. And I can’t imagine how people who do get actual gender dysphoria from those fics feel about it whenever that happens to them too. And even then there are others like me who while don’t get gender dysphoria probably still don’t feel the most comfortable reading x fem! reader fics.
so please, specify the gender of your reader. A simple f!reader or “the reader uses she/her pronouns” is enough.
please unfollow me if you are an israel supporter. this is a pro palestine account. please do not try to argue with me about this. israel is committing mass genocide against the palestinian people. this is not coming from antisemitism because i am not anti-jewish people, i am simply anti israeli government and it’s mission to wipe out the palestinian people. if you are angered by this or feel like our beliefs do not align, then please unfollow me because you are not the type of person i want associated with me.
i also do not want to hear anyone saying that this has nothing to do with fanfiction and this isn’t something that we need to be talking about. it is so important to keep the people of gaza in your hearts and minds. human lives should not be collateral damage as a heavily armed state forcefully occupies palestine.
this is not a war between israel and palestine, it is not even a war between israel and hamas. this is the mass genocide and ethnic cleansing of the palestinian people.
thinking about toji n reader mirror sex where reader is unsure abt his sexuality so Toji helps him and let's reader see himself get dominated by Toji thru the reflection
♬ 𝐒𝐮𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 —- 𝐃𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭
→ just a lil Drabble you inspired some thoughts because… wow. ૮ ♡ﻌ♡ა ended up deleting what I had and rewriting it, I wanted to get straight to the good part sorry for any typos
𓆩𖤐𓆪 male reader, anal (duh), spitting, name calling, Toji is kind of an asshole, unrealistic sex expectations, Toji kind of have a thing for being your first, degradation, cliffhanger, sub!reader
Toji’s body is enough to keep you sunk deep into the softly imploding mattress, his kiss isn’t necessarily hard but it isn’t anywhere near soft either, sloppy and wet would be the right words for it. His hands grip your wrists tightly, immobilizing your own that just want to touch all over his pale naked chest,
His head tilts to the side slightly, pecking down the length of your lips before licking them apart, you comply easily ready for it, ready for him. You’d begged him—he remembered it—begged him to fuck you, to be your first. His dick throbs at just the thought of reimagining it. He knows he wouldn’t be taking your virginity per se, you’d had sex with girls before.
But you told him you were curious. That he made you curious, that you were so confused when you’d touch yourself to the thought of him, and that you wanted him—needed to try it for real—and who was he to turn down such an offer? Sweet little thing like you, his to bend and break, to destroy.
He nips at your chin continuing to go lower sucking on your neck and laving it, he could feel your throat bobbing under his tongue as he slicks the skin. He kisses over your collarbone and then moves back to your mouth, pressing his languid lips there.
“You’re so nice darlin’,” a grin creases his face, “taste so good, can ya’ feel it? S’makin me so hard..” He presses up against you, wants you to know it, to know you’re about to be fucked out of your mind by a man, and that you’re going to love it. You do, you moan when he presses up against your thigh slowly grinding against your skin there, stripped down to just your boxers.
The cool air of the room slowly melts away like an ice cap, growing humid and muddy but the slick sweat only seems to spur you on. He lets go of your wrists deciding to let you do just what you were itching to, you grab him by the arms and you arch against him.
“Toji, tak’em off for me,” you whisper, suddenly shy against his ear. Sure it makes you bold that he’s experienced, but it makes you nervous that you’re not, and you just want to do it right—you want to be good. You press your lips to his cheek, so sweetly, so delicately… He’s going to make sure you’ll never forget him.
His thick thumbs hook the side of your boxers and you giggle as they slip off, immediately you’re going for his, not looking down until he does the same. The massive head of his dick popping free from the seam as he tugs them the rest of the way down. He chuckles at the way you stare, face drained of color when you take a shy peek at what’s waiting for you. His hips jump forward in excitement, the fear in your eyes tantalizing him.
“Don’t worry” he says softly, flicking your nose up with a single finger, leaning his face closer to yours and peering down at you through his thick black lashes. “I’m gonna make it fit.”
“Toji..” the lewdness of his words makes you gasp, but he captures you with his tongue and locks you up, all you can do is melt into his lap when he pulls you in it, uncoordinately rubbing your dicks together where ever they touch.
“Does that turn you on?” Pride dips deep in his belly, or maybe that’s just the lust, he’s yet to tell. “The thought of me inside you?” Your head falls back as he goes for your neck again.
“Yes, Toji.” You grip the back of his neck holding on to your only tether to the land of the living, afraid you might fry like an old outlet and pass out. “Need it so bad..”your body heats with pleasure, feels like you’ve let him hold that brain of yours in his hands, willing to trust him to make all the decisions and fulfill your desires.
As the old saying goes curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. And that’s exactly what he intends to do, satisfy you till you’re begging him to stop. Big hands travel the sides of your body, stroking every inch there before he taps a single finger over your hole, lifting a brow and tsking at you.
“Prepared are we?” He laughs at you and you turn your face away pouting, “planning to take advantage of me tonight?” You face him again, still with a long face but deciding to fight back.
“Yup,” you say, “all night long..” Toji moans at that, you’re so bratty, he’s about to take you from behind and your mouth is clicking off like the loud keys on a type writer, creating just about the same amount of words as one.. He finds it a little bit sexy.
Without warning he’s switching you places, throwing you down into the thicket of his black comforter, soft and cool underneath your body and when you look up to right yourself you notice something. None other than your reflection. You gulp down the burn that crawls up your throat, he must have planned this, that wild smirk on his face telling you just that.
You sit back up on your hands and knees, now kneeling without your face pushed into the sheets. Toji positions himself behind you, griping your hips and running his hands up and down the skin there. Your eyes close and you sigh out a groan, ready for him, your hands grip the sheets beneath you and you let out a shaky breath.
Toji just watches your reflection, how you slump into your shoulders and your body twitches in anticipation. You’re so tense, he watches your hole clench up and relax with nothing to satisfy the muscle and he makes a split second decision. Gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting it down onto you, your calve rises off the bed and you gasp, smacking it back down in surprise.
“Tojii..” you whine at him and he only laughs to himself,
“Sorry,” he says spreading the liquid with a single thumb and your body rocks against it. “Not gonna get wet all by yer’ self.” He makes eye contact with you again as he opens his mouth and lets the wetness of his throat drop onto his hand and fingers, being as sloppy as possible. You bite your bottom lip and he feels your thighs tighten up as he reaches down for his cock and wraps his fist around it, groaning at the sensation.
He sees you trying to get a glimpse of him again, asses your own situation, “you’re adorable” he huffs mockingly, “don’t worry, won’t be able to stop feelin’ it promise you that.” He guides himself against you and the warm heavy feeling of him makes you take a deep breath. You’re nervous, but this feeling in your body, that readiness that excitement has never been there before, and now you’re sure you want to follow through on your request.
With significant force, you swallow the tip of his dick by just a couple inches, sucking air between your teeth and letting out a moan as you do so.
“T-Toji, oh my.. w-wha—” you lift your head back up to meet his gaze the more he sinks in , trying to wrap your mind around your condition. You’ve never felt full like this before, the slide aching and stretching beyond your limits. You’ve done this many times with your fingers but not once have you ever taken something so big. It twitches all on its own inside you, you can feels his curves and ridges,
You can’t stop moaning either, unsure if it’s you or the creak of Toji’s washer that’s spinning off down the hall. You clench and your body jerks back and forth unsure of this new feeling. It’s painful, not mostly but you can feel it there, a new heaviness in your stomach pushing down and you realize it’s his dick.
“N’so.. Toji it’s big” he reaches an arm over you and grips your right shoulder from behind using it as leverage to push forward.
“Haven’t even taken all of it,” he says with a shaky voice his eyes urging to roll back at the feeling of you griping him so tight, afraid he might not be able to pull back out. “Almost there don’t worry.” The light smack of his hips against your ass makes you whimper, and your hand crosses over your chest to grip his hand on your shoulder.
If he’s affected by the intimacy of it he doesn’t show it on his face, only gripping the muscle under his fingers tighter. He grinds back and forth against you letting you get used to the stretch, your body shakes and you babble almost unintelligibly ‘s’good, s’good Toji,’ over and over again. He leans onto you to apply more pressure to your back and your hand falls away from his,
“Who’s got you howlin’ like that huh?” The heat that crawls up your neck is splitting. Pushing through the seams of your pores and drips in the form of molten sweat. It’s embarrassing, embarrassing that you like it so much, he’s strong hard muscle, sharp features with a deep rumbling voice. There’s no softness to his body no sweet tone and wet cunt for you to sink into,
Instead it’s the other way around, and you swear you’ve never felt so much pleasure in your life. Your dick swings between your legs, hard and leaky, the color deep and swollen. You’ve got nothing to put your cock inside and you’re still dripping cum. He’s pressing up against something inside you that has you about to fold in two, you’ve never felt it before and yet his dick is pushed up against it, making your sight blurry and arms wobbly.
“Oh my god.. oh my god!” you shout, pushing back against him, the feeling is mildly painful but that’s the best part, the burning stretch of him. He reaches under your head as he starts to thrust, your body forced to move with his, he grips your chin and pulls your face upward to stare at your reflection.
“Never seen someone so fucked. Feels that good?” He huffs when you nod quickly in his grasp,
“Yes, Toji p-please, never stop,” his chest and stomach rise as he clenches, hips stuttering forward into you, he forgot what it was like, to be someone’s first. So desperate and hungry, hungry for all of him, even though he’d never say it he eats it up like a bowl of greasy udon. Working you faster and staring into you through the mirror, you don’t look away once, face flush and focused.
Your eyes go down to watch him pull you back and forth, you grip your bottom lip with your teeth and whine, your head going lax in his palm. He’s going to make sure you can do nothing but take it for the rest of your life.
“harder.” You blurt eyes shiny and pupils blown wide, straight to the point, and he accepts your challenge with ease, the slap of his skin against yours making your mouth drop open, you’re sure you’ll be red in the morning.
“You’re so sloppy y’know that?” He says, lilt of tiredness in his tone. “You take it like a whore..” he spits at you, gripping your face harder so your lips purse together and you start babbling on about something he’s not interested in. He’s only interested in the way you grip around his cock, sucking him in with no intention of letting go.
“Look at yer self,” you nod, a jerky motion, “you’ll never forget this.. l-love takin it don’t you.” He groans deep in chest, “fuckk” his head falls to the side as he licks his lips using his other hand to push down on your back. “Such a good boy, yeah?” You try to nod again and he laughs head falling backward,
“Tight lil’ thing, god, yer gonna make me cum,” you shout through the grip of his fingers and your feet curl towards your self your body shaking and pulsing, he watches big crocodile tears gather in your bottom lashes before streaming down your cheeks, your dick leaking into his bedding. Looks like you beat him to the punch, pitchy staccato forcing itself from your throat.
“Not stopping’ sweetheart” he says over you, letting go of your face leaving your front half to double over and he nearly slips out. Toji leans forward over your caving body making you look back into the mirror. “Gotta make me cum first, isn’t that fair?” You nod into the sheets, sniffling. “Say it.”
“S-s… s’only fair..” He scratching at your scalp and wipes the sweat from your forehead with the swipe of one big finger, bringing it to his lips and rubbing it over them.
“That’s right, don’t be a bitch, take it like a man.”
Based on a request I got! Bottom male reader. Reader wants to prove he is straight but his best friend just doesn’t believe it.. unfortunately reader’s girlfriend calls during it. Reader is mentioned to have a cock
“I don’t have to try dick to know I don’t want it!”
Your friend—since elementary school—simply smirked. Jin didn’t believe you, obviously. He sat up from his spot on the couch and stared right at you.
“Really? But… aren’t you the one staring at Mister Yoshida whenever he walks past you?”
You blush in embarrassment. “An..anyone would stare! He has a big butt for a man..” you whisper.
Jin shook his head and looked away. You bit your lip, wondering why he didn’t seem to believe you. A straight man could appreciate another man. It’s normal!
Actually, it’s healthy to do so! Girls can call other girls pretty and not be gay… why couldn’t you do the same?
Suddenly, Jin turned back to face you. His eyes trained right on you. You couldn’t help but shuffle a bit in embarrassment, looking down at your hand. His gaze was intense—as if he was picking you apart just from a stare.
“I mean, you shouldn’t get hard if you had sex with a guy then, right? And even if you do get hard, you wouldn’t enjoy it. Because it’d be a man fucking you.”
“Oh… uh… maybe…?” You muttered, looking up at him. “B…but why are you talking about that..? Do… you want…?”
“Yeah. I’m horny.”
You could only blink in shock at Jin’s bluntness. In your head, you just kept thinking that his reasoning was so stupid. Why did he have to fuck you so you could prove you’re straight?!
Jin grabbed your leg and pulled closer to him, earning a squeak of shock from you. “It’s nothing serious. Friends fuck all the time.”
You gulped, thinking that he was right.. but this was gay.. and you were straight! You liked girls. Jin raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to answer him.
It felt like you were forgetting something important…
“Oh… uh.. sure, I’ll fuck you.”
Jin simply grinned. “It’s cute that you think you’ll be doing the fucking.”
And that’s how you found yourself face down on the couch, ass up and pants down as Jin had his cock inside of you. You couldn’t help think that technically you just lost your anal virginity.
“Ngh… I didn’t think you’d be the one to take it…” you whimpered, biting down and hugging your emotional pillow tightly.
Jin hummed. “I guess I’ll be forever etched into your body.”
You blushed. “Ew.. don’t say it like that.”
He didn’t respond, seeming to be focused on getting you used to having his cock in your ass. It didn’t really feel good. The pressure inside felt so odd and you just didn’t know how to calm down.
Especially because this was Jin… your best friend.
You knew he was gay but to think he’d ever fuck you?!
The softest touches on your exposed skin caused you to flinch, feeling Jin slowly trace random words on your leg. You oddly felt a bit calm at that, subconsciously focusing on trying to feel what he was spelling out.
You couldn’t really tell. Just the word ‘you’.
Hm, what was he saying? You wondered if you should just ask but then Jin suddenly squeezed your ass. He leaned down his hand and harshly shoved it into your mouth.
You bit down subconsciously, coughing a bit at the intrusion.
“Bite down twice if you want me to stop.”
And that was all he said as he slowly pulled out. He was slow at first, trying to get you used to stretch of his cock. You still didn’t like it. It just felt like you were reverse shitting.
All you could focus on was his body leaned over you, his breath tickling your neck. It took a minute, but you started to get used to his rhythm.
You felt your eyes fluttered close as you oddly began to enjoy it until the sound of your phone ringing stopped the bliss.
You reached over and panicked once you realized it was your girlfriend.
Oh shit. Shit!
You pulled Jin’s hand out of your mouth. “Oh my god! How… how could I forget?!” You yelled. You had just started dating, Nana, two days ago.
Really, it slipped your mind that you had a whole ass fucking girlfriend.
This was cheating right? Oh god! You were cheating on your two day girlfriend!!!
“Get out! I need—” you answered the phone as you felt Jin began to pull out.
“(Name)! Wish you were here~” Nana’s voice was hardly heard due to the muffled sound of music being heard.
“Hey, baby~ I just don’t like parties, haha. But next time I’ll join you, alright?”
“Mhm~ it’s boring here without you. What are you doing?”
“I—fuck…!”
“Baby?”
Jin had slammed right back inside of you, causing you to almost drop your phone. His body was pressed onto the curve of your back as his breath tickled your ear.
“Did I say you can ignore me?”
You tried to say something but only a whimper came out as he continued his slow thrusting into your tight heat.
“Especially not for someone like her..”
“Baby? You alright?”
Right, Nana…
“I’m okay.. just dropped my phone on my face, hehe~” you somehow managed to say without any hesitation.
You weren’t even sure why you were dating Nana… why did you say yes to her again?
“Aw, you’ll be alright, baby~”
You heard the faint voice of someone else. It was a girl, maybe? Probably just one of her friends. You tried to think straight with the soft thrusting inside your ass, lightly pressing against a spot that just caused you to moan.
“Mhm… w… was there any…!!” You cried out when Jin’s hips slammed into you. You could hear Nana’s worried voice but all you could do was quickly press the mute button as Jin continuously slammed his hips into you, earning a moan from you each time.
“Isn’t this fun? Getting fucked..” his hands gripped the curve of your waist tightly, fingernails digging into flesh. “While your precious girlfriend hears every whimper that you utter just from my cock?”
“J…Jin…!” You whine, tears welling in your eyes as you gripped harshly at your pillow beneath you.
“That’s my name.”
“Baby? Did something happen?”
“You’d better answer her.. wouldn’t want your baby worried.” He reached over and pressed the unmute button, despite your weak protests.
“Nothing.. I just stub my toe.”
“Ah, my accident prone baby~ I’m still so happy you accepted me when I asked you out~”
“Me… mmngh~!”
“Huh?”
You couldn’t hold it any longer. Your cock began to cum as you arched your back in pleasure. Your toes curled as your free hand gripped the pillow beneath you tightly. Jin’s free hand placed itself over yours, gripping it into his as he held you through your orgasm.
Jin’s thrusts also didn’t let up. He continued to hit that spot inside you that caused you to twitch and whimper.
Jin grabbed the phone. “Nana, no need to keep pretending. I know what you really wanted.”
“J…Jin?! I.. how—”
“(Name) will no longer be dating you. Delete his number and never contact him again. He’s mine now,”
He leaned down and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up from the pillow you burrowed it into. Jin changed the call to FaceTime and smirked, seeing Nana’s shocked face.
You were too caught up on the pleasure to even notice that your (ex) girlfriend was seeing you with tear stained face and a flushed face from the harsh fucking. Jin’s Chester like grin was right beside you as he chuckled before ending the call.
He carelessly threw your phone onto the coffee table and pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss, just now realizing Jin hadn’t cum.
Jin easily turned you over to lay on your back, finally facing him after he put his cock inside you.
You were seeing him a new light. His tanned skin. His right eye being a double eyelid while his left was a mono eyelid giving him a (cute) uneven eyes. His dyed red hair that was now growing into a mullet.
His slightly sharp teeth that gave him a cute vampire like fangs. His upper lips being thinner than his bottom lip giving another cute uneven look.
Fuck.
“Going to take a picture?”
A smirk pulled onto his lips as he leaned down and claimed your own lips into a hungry kiss. His hand trailed down to your waist, holding you down onto the couch. His other reached up and resting on your hair, lightly playing with it.
You reached up and gripped his shirt as he slammed his cock back inside of you. He was fast and harsh, clearly chasing his own release this time. Your moans were muffled by his lips but still spilled out, filling the living room you two were fucking in.
The couch squeaked underneath your weight. Filling it with your moans and mewls as he fucked you as if you were his forever.
And in a way… you were.
He pulled out and grabbed his cock, rubbing it as he aimed at your stomach. With a grunt, he spilled all over your stomach, making you shiver at the warm sensation.
“A waste…” you pout.
Jin looked a bit surprised, looking over at you. “Oh, you’re into being filled? Shit, you should’ve said so.”
His hands grabbed your legs and pushed them up to your head.
“W..wait?! Already?!”
He simply smirked as he aimed his cock to your aching but eager heat. But before he could fuck you again, the door to the apartment opened.
You both glanced over at Jin’s roommate, who stared at you two and simply closed the door.
“Oh. I forgot he was coming back from his parents today.”
You wanted to kill yourself.
Im angry I had a previous draft and tumblr deleted it smh. Anyway, hope this one is still good, Jin was fun to write. Kinda felt like I made him was more manipulative than intended… in my manipulative men era ig
