Jijel the Troll (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

The Cryptstone Bridge Music Festival was one of your favorite times of the year. You and your band had been going for a while now and every year it just got better and better. This year, you hoped it would be the best yet, considering everything that had happened the previous year.

“It got cold early this year,” you bassist, Tawny said as you were setting up your camp area.

“It’s great right?” You were nearly bouncing in your boots. “It actually feels like spooky season.”

“You mean fall?” Emery, your guitarist, snickered. “Not everythings a meme.”

“It can be christmas season but not spooky season?” You huffed, carrying luggage over to the big tent. “Sounds like big christmas got to you.”

“Big christmas,” Tawny wheezed under her breath.

You looked out across the campground where the other bands and the vendors were setting up. You were looking for one specific food vendor who had saved your life during your first festival.

“Looking for your boyfriend?” Your lead singer, Devon, asked. They leaned over to match your gaze. “I’m sure he’s here.”

You pouted. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend who happens to be a guy, but that’s neither here nor there.”

Devon smirked knowingly and stood back up. “Well, if you do find him, I love his turkey wrap.” They took the luggage from your hands and strutted back towards the tent.

You wandered away from the camp, going towards the food vendor station. Several vans and trucks were lined up, and some were already serving. You then saw it, the big black camper attached to a small green truck. You rushed up to it, seeing the windows to the camper were open and there was already some outside waiting for food.

A big, long arm jutted out of the window, handing the waiting patron a brown bag. Your stomach did flip flops as you watched the arm. It went back into the camper and from within a big, bellowing voice called out; “next!”

You stepped up to the window. “Hi Jiji!”

The service window fully swung open and the troll inside peered out at you. “There you are,” he laughed. “I was wondering when you would show up.”

You smiled brightly. “I promised I would come and see you as soon as we got our stuff set up.”

Jiji leaned out the window, his long tusks and big nose greeted for first, but you could see the big smile on his face. “And how did that go?”

“Just fine.” Your heart was pounding wildly.

“Are you going to have another drum solo this year? Or do I need to skip your set,” he chuckled.

“Please don’t skip!” You pleaded. “I have a special song this year.”

Jiji chuckled. “I was always going to see it. I’ve become quite the fan of your troupe.”

You beamed again and came closer to him. You called him Jiji, but his full name was Jijel and he had saved your life a few years ago. Ever since then, you’d kept in touch with him and built a friendship. You also had a massive crush.

“Did you get your hair cut?” You asked. “It looks great.”

Jijel scoffed and ruffled his hands through his dark green hair. His thick brow pinched, showing the several piercings he had in them. “It’s alright. Nothings going to make me look good though.”

You snapped your fingers and pointed at him. “Hey, I told you not to talk like that to me. You're a big, badass troll, and nothing less is slander.”

Jijel chuckled, his smile returning to his face. “Tell that to my mirror.”

“Mirrors are bitches!” You turned as you heard people behind you. “I guess I better order so I don’t hold up a line. Uhm, one vegan wrap and three turkey.”

“You got it.” Jijel slipped back into the camper as you searched your pockets for your wallet. “When can we hang out?” You asked.

“Not sure,” Jijel said from inside. You could hear the grill sizzling and you could smell his delicious cooking, something you looked forward too almost as much as seeing him every year.

“You promised me we could this year,” you pouted.

“Don’t play cute with me,” he laughed. “I’m sure we can find some time. If not, you’re welcome to hang in here with me for a while.”

Your eyes brightened. “That could be fun! I’m not a good cook but I could do something to help you out.”

Jijel laughed. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything except keep me company.” After some more sizzling and sniffing he handed out a paper bag to you.

“How much?”

“On the house,” Jijel looked back at you, his smile as big as ever. “For making my day.”

You shoved money into his tip jar. “I’ll see you later! Thank you!” You really didn’t want to leave, but a line was already forming behind you.

Back at the campsite, you handed out the food and the band took a moment to rest. You’d been going all day, and this was the first chance all of you had to just kick back and not worry about anything.

“Di you get these from that ugly troll guy again?” Emery asked.

Devon’s lip curled and they shot Emery a dirty look. “Hey! That’s her friend you’re talking about.”

“He’s not ugly,” you grumbled.

Emery gave an apologetic glance. “He’s a good cook at least.”

Devon shoved him. “If it weren’t for him we wouldn’t have a drummer. He saved her ass by making her drink water and resting in his camper.”

“I didn’t realize heat stroke was a real thing,” you grumbled under your breath.

Tawny snickered. “He’s a troll at a bridge, I just got that.”

Devon rolled their eyes. “Anyways, we need to go to bed early so we can get our shit together in the morning. There’s a fuck up every year and this year I want to get ahead of this years, whatever it is.”

After eating, you all clean up and get to bed in the tent. But since it’s a campsite filled to the brim with other musicians and the attendees, it was easier said than done. The campsite was loud with people yelling and hooting. One by one, each member of the band gave up and left the tent. Devon was the only one remaining when you got up and left, and you felt guilty for leaving them alone, but you knew sleeping now would be a fool’s errand.

You wandered back to the vendors’ area in hopes of seeing Jijel, maybe even hanging out with him a bit if he wasn’t busy. Some vendors were open, serving drinks mostly, so the area was crowded. Jijel’s camper was closed, but you could see lights inside.

You knocked on the door in the very back. “Hey, it’s me, are you busy?”

There was no sound from within.

Sighing, you knocked again. “Jiji, it’s only me!” You waited for a bit in hopes he would come out, but he gave no sign. You started walking away when the door opened. You turned, seeing his hand wave you over.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?” You asked as you approached. “I can’t sleep and thought we could chill for a little while.”

Jijel stepped out of the camper before you. “You’re really serious about that.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He chuckled and was quiet as he looked at you. Your heart began pounding wildly again and you broke into a big smile. “So, is it okay?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “It’s cramped in there though.” He closed the doors then took out his keys to lock them. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”

“Okay!” You happily took to his side, walking with him down the vendor ally until you came out into the field.

The campsite with all the partying was to your right, while the pathway to the Cryptstone Bridge was at your left. Jijel went left, heading towards the bridge.

“It’s pretty over here with all the lights.” You marveled at the display that the festival always put up on the bridge. Lots of lights that created a canopy, turning the bridge into a tunnel of lights that would do special shows during the concerts.

“It is.” Jijel kept his head down as they stepped onto the bridge. He was really quiet all of a sudden. The way you chatted through text you figured you would have a great conversation like always.

You came to a stop in the middle of the bridge. “Is something wrong?”

Jijel leaned back against the railing and sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You’re awful quiet though. If you’re tired you don’t have to hang out with me. You could have said so.”

Jijel grimaced and fidgeted with his hands, twisting a ring around his finger. “No. I’m not tired. I do want to spend time with you though, but-” His eyes flicked to a group of girls crossing the bridge and he kept his head down.

You frowned as you looked at him and you grabbed his hand to hold. You tugged him, making him look at you. “I like you!” You confessed.

“What?” His brow pinched.

“I like you-” Your voice cracked as you realized how silly that sounded. “As in feelings! Not like...high school and-” You were slowly starting to crumble. You’d held onto this crush for so long and now it was all falling out so ungracefully.

“You don’t have to say things to make me feel better,” Jijel chuckled.

“Don’t say that. And I mean it. I really, really like you.” You held his hand with both of yours. His hand was so big, it was something you always liked about him. “I think you’re amazing.”

Jijel sighed, as he gently took his hand away from you. He didn’t say anything, he averted his eyes and crossed his arms against his chest.

“The way we talk all the time, sometimes through the night and all day...I like that. You make me smile and laugh all the time. You make me happy. Where’s that guy?”

Jijel’s brow downturned, giving him a sad look. “It’s different when I’m around you.”

“How come?”

“Because you’re this...cute and pretty woman and I’m-” He went to wave his hand around his face but stopped and crossed his arms back.

Your cheeks burned. “You think I’m cute?”

Jijel bit his lip. “Of course I do.”

You placed your hand upon his arm. “I think you’re handsome.”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“I mean it! Don’t make me kiss you!”

Jijel froze and his expression went blank. You look the fall of his guard and raced forward, placing a kiss upon his lips. He pushed you away too soon, keeping his hands upon your shoulders. He looked at you, eyes wide and face darkened.  You gazed back, lips pouted and cheeks pink.

Jijel’s hands shook upon your shoulders. You moved in again, wrapping your arms around his neck, tugging him down so you could kiss him again. You closed your eyes and his stubble rubbed against you, his lips stayed still for a moment and then he kissed back. His big hands wrapped around your waist and you excitedly pushed closer, feeling his big belly against yours.

“I like you too,” Jijel confessed. “I never thought you would...that you could feel the same way.”

“Get over yourself, you’re so much better than what you think. I told you, your mirror’s a bitch.” You hugged his neck tighter. “I’m willing to show you how much I like you. How deeply I feel-”

Jijel put a finger over your lips. “Hush up,” he snarled. “You’ll make my head explode.”

You smiled, kissing his fingertip then darting your tongue over it. Jijel ripped his hand back, glaring at you for doing such a thing.

“I want to,” you murmured. “I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

He gazed at you in disbelief but then he huffed and took your hand. “Not here for cripe’s sake.” He took you off the bridge and away from the lights.

There was a small path off the bridge that was a scenic walk. There were small lights dotting the pathway so you could see some. Jijel took you down this path until you came to a picnic area which was completely empty. Only one of the lamps there was working, so the ambience and the sound of the river was so romantic in your head.

“You can’t just say those things to me so boldly,” he huffed. “Give me a second.” He paced in front of the table you sat at for a while.

“Sorry, it's been building for so long I couldn’t stop it. Plus that kiss-” You touched your lips with a big grin upon your face. “It was so good.”

Jijel snarled something under his breath as he stopped. “What happened to that guy you were telling me about?”

You shrugged. “He didn’t wait for me to get inside my place, just drove off. So I ghosted him. He’d already shown one red flag. I wasn’t waiting around for a third.”

“Well...fine,” he huffed. “Okay but-”

“No buts, unless you want me to grope yours.” You held back your laughter but you snicker and snort.

“Hey!” He snapped. “Look Im not used to this, okay?”

You stood up from the picnic table and approached him. You placed your palms upon his chest. “Then sit down, let me help you relax.” You stroked your hands down to his big belly then took hold of the button at the top of his pants.

Jijel snatched your hand up. “You’re going to give me a stroke.”

“No. But stroking is involved,” you tease. “Big guy like you, I might have to use both hands,” you giggled.

“You’re serious,” he growled.

“I am,” you insisted. “And I want to show you how serious I am! I think you’re amazing, and I want to climb you like a monkey climbs trees!”

Jijel went silent. He gulped and dropped your hand. “What for?”

You unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. “Because I want to. No one makes me laugh as much as you do, and no one makes me feel all warm and fuzzy like you do either.” You grabbed him gently through his boxers. “All of that makes me want you.”

Jijel’s hands grasped your shoulders and he moaned into your ear. “You’re crazy.”

“For you maybe.” You stood on tiptoe to kiss him. You licked his lips and nuzzled your cheek to his tusks. “Fuck, you really are big.”

Jijel jerked from your touch and took a few steps back. “Wait a second. Wait...wait-” He panted. “What exactly are you going to do?”

“Sit down,” you coaxed him. “I just want to make you feel very, very good.”

“How?” Jijel stumbled over to the picnic table, taking a seat on the tabletop while you knelt down upon the bench. Jijel put his hand over his belly, trying to hide it as his shirt rode up.

“Well, let me see what you’ve got.” You tugged down his pants and boxers and his thick cock flopped out before you. You took him into your hand where his pounding pulse and heat traveled through our fingertips and down to your belly. “You’re barely hard and you’re already this big.” You spit onto his tip and stroke him slowly.

Jijel winced and whined, throwing his head back. “This is crazy-”

“I know.” You lick your other palm and wra it around him. “I knew you’d be impressive, but you’re so fucking hot.”

“No, not that-” he whined.

You kissed the head of his cock, lapping your tongue around the glans until his tip was between your lips. You moaned at how good that felt, like a too big bite of your favorite meal.

Jijel shuddered, groaning in agony and pleasure above you. “Fucking hell,” he whined.

“Is it good? Can I keep going?” You asked.

“Y-yeah,” he trembled.

You smiled and continued your work, licking down his cock and kissing back up. “Jijel,” you moaned. “Oh fuck, Jijel.” You took his fat head into your mouth again, suckling as you tried to take as much of his thickness as possible. When your jaw began to ache you pulled back, strings of spit connecting the glans to your lips and tongue.

You looked up at him again. “You okay up there?”

“That’s enough, stop.” Jijel huffed. “I can’t take anymore.”

You smiled. “That’s the point. I want you to come.”

Jijel shook his head. “Not unless you do too.”

Your eyes widened in awe. Of all the things he could have said, he had to say the sexiest thing imaginable. You stood up on the bench and he placed his big hand around your hip so his fingers kneaded into your ass.

“You don’t have to face me if you want,” he murmured.

You shook your head. “I like looking at you.” You pulled up his shirt and placed your hands upon his bare skin. “I especially want to see you while you’re inside me.”

Jijel snarled and buried his face against your neck. “Stop saying shit like that!”

You laughed and hugged him tight. “I mean it though!”

Jijel’s shaky hands removed your pants, tugging them all the way down. His big fingers then slid between your thighs and he moaned at what he found. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“You did this to me,” you whimpered.

Jijel’s finger rubbed against your wet lips, prodding inside for a moment before he rubbed against your clit. You shivered, holding onto his arms for dear life. You moaned his name, panting it longingly.

“Please, lay down, I can’t wait anymore.”

Jijel swallowed and laid back upon the picnic table. You climbed up on top of him, taking hold of his cock in one hand while balancing against his belly with the other.

“Don’t force yourself-” he pleaded.

You guided his thick cock to your lips, opening up wide for him. You whimpered as you took him, easing down, down, down upon him as you stretched to take him.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Jijel groaned.

You took all of him and grinned in triumph. “You big beast,” you panted. “I’m so happy.”

Jijel reached up, touching your face and brushing your hair away. His big smile spoke volumes, as did the tears falling from his eyes. “Me too.”

You pressed your palms to his chest, riding him slowly at first. He was so big, you weren’t used to him yet. His hands roamed your body, stripping away the last of your clothes. When he found your nipples were pieced he sat up to kiss them and suck them. You whimpered loudly as it was your weak point. Jijel took advantage, biting and suckling upon them until your whole body tremored. You cried out loud and held tight to him, shaking violently to the pleasurable eruption happening inside.

Jijel moaned into your ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

You whimpered, nodding as Jijel placed you in his lap. His warm belly pressed against you and he bounced his hips upwards. Each new thrust made you tremble, and you hugged onto him tightly.

Jijel kept moving his hips, thrusting them so he went upwards inside you. His moans turned to bellows and soon, he erupted like you did. You whimpered against his chest, trembling again with another orgasm. The two of you sat still with labored breath, listening to the sounds of the campsite muffled in the distance.

“I’ve wanted this too,” he whispered into your hair. “Ever since I first met you, I thought I would be so lucky to have a girl even remotely like you. Despite my feelings I never hoped you would-”

You kissed him to silence him. “I’m the lucky one here. No one has ever made me feel this way, let alone give me an orgasm to brag about.”

Jijel ducked his head down. “You keep saying shit like that.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed dreamily. “Can I at least say I have the best boyfriend in the world?”

“Not sure about that but…” Jijel held you tightly in his arms. “I certainly have the best girlfriend there ever was.”

You kissed him lovingly and gazed into his eyes. “Good, because I plan to be.”