The fact there’s no ginro fanfics is some BULLLLLLSHITTTTTTTTTTTTTT
ginro cracking reader and then reader takes control and cracks HIM😼😼😼😼😼😼
I need ginro so bad like actually
First Time with Ginro NSFW
I hate how there are no Ginro fics. If I have to write them all, I will. I love my men pathetic, I’m gonna be so real.
Reader is AFAB, but no gendered terms are used.
WARNINGS: NSFW, penetration, unprotected sex.
Things are realistic to how I think sex with Ginro would go. He’s inexperienced and is rather bad at it.
You hated cold nights now that the only source of heat you could get was from a small fire outside. The stone world reminded you daily of how much you took modern technology for granted. Curse Why-Man for taking away central heating. You shiver as freezing cold wind breezes by, making the fire feel useless once again.
You watch as your boyfriend bothers his older brother with stupid taunts about something you can barely hear. If he were paying attention to the way you shiver, even when by a fire, you just know he’d be quick to taunt you too. Being a villager born into the Stone Age, he has no problem handling the cold.
Moments pass as you try to warm your hands by the fire. At some point, your boyfriend, Ginro, had made his way over to you. You feel him poke your side a couple times to get your attention as he sits down beside you on the log. With your hands still out in front of the fire, you turn your head towards him.
“Are you cold?” He asks softly, bringing his knees up and resting his chin on his hand as he looks at you. His wide, green eyes blinking at you make him look so sweet, but you know better. He’s asking so he can boast about himself being so tough against the cold.
You reluctantly let out a hum, nodding.
Like clock work, he laughs at you. “Modern people can’t even handle a little breeze!”
“You know… you’d think somebody immune to the cold would give their jacket to their partner…” you click your tongue as you look over at him.
“No, because then I’d be cold.”
“So you admit you get cold?” You laugh as he doesn’t respond. There’s a beat of silence before he shrugs his jacket off and hands you it. You know a gentleman would have put the jacket on for you or set it on your shoulders gently… but Ginro hardly even wants to give up his jacket in the first place, so you take what you get. He is who he is, and you knew that when you got with him.
“Thanks.” You say simply as you put the jacket on. An idea crosses your mind as you look at Ginro. Suddenly, you pull him closer to you, wrapping the jacket around both of your shoulders. As he leans his head on your shoulder, you both talk back and forth about your days. He’s been busy doing physical labor for some project Senku wants done. Meanwhile, you went on a trip with Gen to gather materials for the project. Being apart for the day, you let this quiet, sweet moment linger.
But Ginro is Ginro. His hand finds its way to your inner thigh, and like usual, he’s pretending to just want to rest it there. You often let him, but you’ve only ever let things go as far as making out when they do inevitably escalate past this. Both of you continue talking as his hand slowly creeps up.
“Ginro.” His hand freezes as his big, green eyes dart up to meet yours finally. He knows you’re going to shut him down again, so he decides to take his hand off. You must not be in the mood, he figures.
But when you just tell him “not here,” he tilts his head. Within the next second, you grab his hand and pull him over towards your hut. He scrambles up the latter after you. You quickly throw his jacket to the floor of the hut to clear up your hands, not wasting time in grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He gasps, but it’s swallowed by your kiss.
Despite his initial shock, his confidence builds quickly and he takes the lead to walk you back towards the bed. Well, bed might not be the proper term as it’s just a futon on a tatami mat. He sits down and tugs you down—with far too much excitement and energy— into his lap. In the midst of his excitement, he kisses you with way too much teeth.
“Ow… slow down.” But you laugh softly, threading your fingers through his soft, blonde hair.
“Oh, come on. There was nothing wrong with those kisses! You like my kisses.” He whines with a scoff, eyes narrowed at you in frustration. He’s always wrongfully prideful; you—nor the village— are sure why exactly you like him so much.
“Sorry.” Then his soft, plump lips are back on yours, but a bit more gentle this time. You giggle into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He takes that moment to slip his tongue between your lips. His hands find their way to your hips as he hums at the taste of your mouth.
The kisses get more feverish and needy as minutes pass. In the heat of the moment, he bucks his hips up against you. He’s hard.
“Can we, please?” He breaks the kiss to stare up into your eyes with his large, bright green eyes and swollen pink lips. “I’ll make you feel so good. We can go for hours. Since I’m just so strong, you know I can do all the work.”
You hold back a laugh as you think to call him out on his bullshit. You don’t have high expectations from Ginro, but you somehow have incredible patience for him and his bullshit…
You finally give him a nod. “Okay. Yeah.” And that’s all it takes for his hands to slip under your shirt, sliding up your bare skin to feel up your chest. It’s all good for a moment or two before he squeezes too hard and you yelp.
“Gentle??” You smack his shoulder.
He nods, “okay. Right.” He’s learned not to argue with you as much and just do as he’s told. Not that you did that all by yourself. Not since Kinro reprimands him if he hears Ginro talk back to you.
His lips collide with yours once more before he moves down to kiss your neck. The moment is too brief with only a small bite then a short moment where he licks and sucks at the spot, then he’s moved on. You sigh as you realize he definitely thought he did so much to please you, but you don’t bother saying anything yet.
In the blink of an eye, he has both of yours clothes scattered across the room. Flipping you over, he strokes himself as he looks down at you. He lines the tip of his dick up at your entrance before you stop him.
“Wait… you can’t just skip the rest??” You furrow your brows, smacking his arm lightly.
Ginro doesn’t actually know anything about sex… does he?
Now that you think about it… it’s not like the 100 tales passed down sex education. Without the internet, it’s possible he doesn’t know anything past basic penetration, especially if nobody really talks about their experiences.
“Nevermind…” you say with a chuckle, falling back against the futon. He hesitates slightly, but ultimately slides his hands down your thighs before pushing the head of his cock between your folds.
With little to no rhythm, he slides in and out. Maybe a minute passes before he dares to ask you, “you like that?”
Ignoring him, you buck your hips up to meet his thrusts and ask him to go harder. He complies, thrusting harder into you, and it feels even a little bit better. He’s whimpering with every movement of your hips. You bite your bottom lip as you look up at him. Every little whine and moan he makes goes straight to your cunt. Even when he’s being far too loud for the thin, wooden walls of your hut, you don’t care to quiet him down.
But as he gets louder and his hips begin to stutter like he’s getting close, you grip at his hips, stopping his movements.
“Actually, let’s try something else.” You say, pushing him off. You push him back down and climb on top of him.
Ignoring him, you sink down on top of him. You grind yourself down on his dick before bouncing up and down, aiming for that spot inside of you. You look down at him as his hand shoots up to cover his mouth, muffling a particularly loud moan. Now it’s his turn to buck his hips up. He’s desperately chasing his high he knows he’s already on the cusp of.
You know better, so instead of letting him have it, you stop your movements and push his hips down into the covers. His complaints fall on deaf ears as you just keep him there. You shut him up with an intense, passionate kiss, biting his lip. You pull away to stare into his eyes, watching his search yours in a moment mixed with confusion and arousal. You trail your lips down to his neck. As your teeth sink into his skin, you swear you feel his dick twitch inside of you.
“Please… please I need it…” he whines in a breathy tone. You shudder as your walls contract around him in arousal.
“Fuckkk… okay… I’ll give it to you.” You sigh out, grabbing his face before leaning forward to kiss him roughly on the lips as you begin riding him again. You shove your tongue into his mouth, quickly swallowing all the moans he can’t help but still let out. Once again, his hips buck up desperately against yours.
He whines, looking up at you with a desperate look in his wide, emerald eyes. “Please… I’m gonna cum… please let me cum…”
You nod, bouncing harder on him. He throws his head back, loud moans spilling from his lips, bucking his hips up as warm cum releases up into you.
He goes to relax, laying back as you pull yourself off of him. After a few moments, you sigh, “that’s it?”
“Huh?” Is he serious? You should know the answer, but you wish he was different sometimes…
“You should make me finish. I made you cum.”
“How do I do that…?” He blinks, completely unaware.
It’s gonna be a long night….
I don’t know if I like it but it took me hours so here it is lol.
