Troll Boyfriend: Ajin (complete)

You’ve been staying in a small cabin for a while now. You had inherited the place from your aunt, who used to go there to escape from time to time. She had bought it after the death of her husband. Now, you were here for the death of something else. 

You’d been dating someone for a long time, but it all came to an end. You had tolerated him for years really, he kept you under his thumb, kept you at home, barely let you do the work you did. Your friends had tried to tell you what an asshole he was, but the truth of the matter was that you were afraid to leave. Because if you did leave, maybe no one else would want you. You were tall and overweight, and while you had been self conscious before the ex, you felt worse with him. Not good, but you were drinking the kool-aid. 

You finally decided to break up with him in a moment of clarity. You were listening to him call you names in front of your friends, and you realized that maybe being alone was better. Of course, weeks following, he cried and bemoaned to you every chance he got. You moved out despite his sobbing of how he loved you. Four weeks later he was already dating someone else, he just couldn’t live without someone to take care of him.

So, you moved the cabin for a bit, hoping to escape, recoup, and grow a little bit. You’d been able to sell a few art pieces which was what was keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. Living with him your creativity had been stifled despite his protests that he thought you were amazing, he always had something to say about it. So for a while, you’d barely been able to draw or paint anything. Your aunt claimed this cabin would help her reconnect with things, open her eyes, and help her see things clearer. You weren’t sure how much of that was the pot she smoked and the white lady pinterest bullshit she was fed daily, or was actually true. You were willing to suspend disbelief for a while though.

You had splurged and bought all the expensive art supplies you had always wanted to. The fancy easel and the top of the line canvas, the beautiful brush set, and best of all the huge wooden chest filled with paints, pastels, and everything you would ever need for the rest of your life. 

You had been at the cabin for a week when you started noticing some strange things around. Before, the path from the house to your car was overgrown and horrible. Now, it was clear cut and cleaned up. Same for your back yard and porch which had become infested with ivy vines and poison oak. Somehow, overnight, it had become a perfect paradise. Ivy still covered the porch, but in that sort of fairy tale way that made it dreamy. There was a new birdhouse one day and a rocking chair the next. Someone was leaving you gifts, but you didn’t know who.

So, to repay this strange benefactor, you baked cookies and left them out one night. Come morning the cookies were gone and on the plate was a small stone carving of a bear. It was so cute and you loved it instantly. You just wish you knew who made it and why. Perhaps you should have been weirded out that someone in the middle of the woods was doing this for you, but you now were taking flattery where you could get it.

You left baked treats out for whoever was tending to your yard and leaving small gifts. Then one day, you decided to leave a note, asking them if you could meet. The next morning as you made coffee and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you remember the note. Walking out you looked around for the plate the brownies had been on and glancing to the rocking chair there was someone sitting in it.

You squeak and jump back. They then rise up from the chair, standing much taller than you and nearly hitting the ceiling of the porch. His skin was a dusky hued blue with splotches of purple that spread out into freckle like marks. He was thin, but was hunched slightly as his shoulders drew forward and his back had a high arch. His long arms end in three pronged fingers, as did his feet. His hair was messy and unkempt, but is a beautiful shimmering shade of gray. Two long braids hang down before either large ear and were decorated with stone beads. He has sharp, dark eyes and a long hooked nose. He also had curled tusks that jutted from his lower lip.

“Oh wow,” you whisper as you look up at him.

He glances aside and fiddles with his fingers. “You said you wanted to meet.” His voice is a soft rasp like stones rubbing against each other.

You swallow and nod. “I uh...I did…” you step towards him but he steps away. “I thought my aunt was kidding about the neighbors.”

He ducks his head down. “Sorry,” he murmurs.

“For what?” His sudden apology shocks you.

He shakes his head. “I thought you might need help around here. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You aren’t,” you smile at him. “I’m surprised is all. I wasn’t sure what to expect.” You tuck your hair behind your ear. “What’s your name?”

He looks up at you with a timid glint to his eye. His cheeks darken and he glances back down to his hands. “Ajin,” he answers.

You motion to the house. “Would you like to join me for breakfast?”

A grunt escapes his throat. “I shouldn’t,” he shakes his head. 

“Why not?” You chuckle. “I have coffee and I was planning on using the rest of the eggs before they go bad.”

Ajin tilts his head down again and his silver hair falls over his shoulders. “If you want me to,” he replies.

“No need to be shy.” You lead him into the house, feeling your pulse start to rise. 

Ajin looks around the place, his eyes focusing on the walls and then he sees your art supplies in the corner. You easel is set up with a half finished painting. He approaches it cautiously and looks it over, tilting his head one way and then the next.

“I’m trying to get over an art block,” you tell him.

Ajin looks at you then back to the canvas. “You’re good with color.”

You smile and sigh. “It’s been a long time since I felt the urge to paint. Before I came here I was afraid I’d get made fun of.”

Ajin gives you a stunned look of shock. “What? Why?”

Your shoulders slouch. “It’s a long story.” You notice the sad look to his eyes and give him a smile. “Do you want some coffee?”

“I doubt you make it strong enough,” he grumbles.

“Trolls make it potent?” You pour a mug and offer it to him. 

Ajin nods. “One way to put it.”

You admire him for a moment. He wears pants and a thick belt, but his chest and arms are bare. He’s thin but very well built, nice to look at too. He reminds you of someone you saw at the gym once; before your ex said it was stupid and you could work out at home. You had liked the gym, you had liked the window shopping it provided.

You quickly snap from your thoughts and start making the eggs as promised. You looked through your fridge, lamenting how you’d have to go shopping soon. You hated grocery shopping, it seemed people were getting ruder and ruder in stores, and it made you feel sorry for the cashiers. 

“You don’t need to do everything in secret,” you tell Ajin. “If you want, I can feed you for all your work you do.”

“I don’t do it for any sort of reward,” he says quietly. 

“Oh?” You look up at him from the frying pan. “Then what is it?”

His face to the tips of his ears darken in color and he avoids eye contact with you. “It isn’t a big deal really. I’m usually looking for something to do most days anyway.”

“I’d still like to do it.” You tell him. “I wouldn’t mind having company for dinner every now and then.” You plate the food and offer him the biggest one. “I’m okay at cooking, but I’ve been trying to improve.”

Ajin smiles softly and he looks very cute. “Thank you.”

Your glad when Ajin takes up your offer. He starts to work on things around the cabin during the day, rather than at night. He shows you how he carves stone and he tells you about the river that runs through the woods where he gets the stones. You feed him dinner, learning to make big, hearty meals you think he would enjoy. It’s been worth the risk of going grocery shopping to have Ajin’s company at dinner now. 

He’s made you new figures to go along with your stone bear. There’s a lamb, a bird, and most recently a little fox. You’ve happily placed each one on your shelf so you can admire them.

“Will you paint again?” Ajin asks you one day.

You glance to the half finished painting still on the easel. You take a deep breath and let out an exasperated breath. “I want to,” you admit. “But every time I sit down to paint I just-” you frown to yourself, knowing your excuse isn’t any good. “I don’t have the confidence I used to. I keep hearing this nagging voice and I can’t make myself put the brush to the canvas.”

Ajin ducks his chin down. “Such a shame. You’re so good, you shouldn’t let that voice bother you.”

“Yeah, I know,” you grumble. “Sometimes it’s hard to ignore.”

“It’s wrong though.”

You glance up at Ajin and feel a flutter in your belly

“If anything,” Ajin starts slowly, “you should do it to spite that voice.”

You smile at him. “You think so?” 

The tips of Ajin’s ears darken. “Yeah. I do.”

That evening you can’t sleep. You keep thinking about Ajin’s words; how much they boosted your confidence. You get out of bed and go over to your painting supplies. You sit at the easel where you started to paint again. While the voice is in the back of your mind, you keep working despite it, like Ajin told you. You work through the night until the painting is almost done, all it needs is a few touch ups and it’s ready. You end up falling asleep on the sofa.

When you wake up, the sun is glaring through the window. You huff, trying to fight it off with your bare hands before you decide it’s easier to run away from it. You yawn and stretch as you get up from the sofa and you turn to look at your painting. You feel an excited flutter in your belly as you look at it and your first thought is how excited you are to show it to Ajin.

You set to work a new piece after some coffee and a quick bite to eat. As you’re mixing paints there is a knock at the door. 

“Is that you, Ajin?” You call out.

“It is,” he answers.

“Come in! I have something to show you!” You close back the paints and hurriedly move the new painting forward. It’s still drying so you have it propped up on a spare easel. 

You rush to the door as Ajin comes in and take hold of his hand. “Come look, look!” You drag him behind you as his fingers closer around yours. You place him in front of the painting and grin up eagerly at him. “I finished it! What do you think?”

His eyes are wide and his expression is blank for a moment. Fear grips hold of you and you think the worst is going to happen.

You tug on Ajin’s hand. “Is everything ok?”

His hand squeezes again. “It’s amazing.”

You smirk up at him then turn and give him a hug. “I owe you for it! Because of you I think I’m out of the block! I’m starting a whole new painting now.”

Ajin places his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you away after the hug. “That’s great. I’m proud of you.”

You then try to screw up your courage. “Actually, I have kind of big a favor to ask.”

His eyes widen again. “What is it?”

You clap your hands together. “I was hoping you would model for me.”

His skin darkens all the way to the tips of his ears again. “What? Me? Why?” He shakes his head.

“Because I think you would be fun to paint. I mean,” you hesitate, “if you want to. If you feel uncomfortable by it you don’t have to.”

Ajin glances aside and clears his throat. “If you want me to,” his voice is timid again. “I mean...I don’t want to upset your progress or anything.” He fiddles with his fingers.

“It won’t be too bad, I promise.” You smile up at him. “You can pose anyway you want to.”

“Would I-” his cheeks darken further, “would I have to get nude.”

Your heart stops beating and your cheeks grow unbearably hot. You touch your fingers to your lips as you take in what he says. “Only if you want to.” You’re not sure why you said that, now you feel like you can’t even look Ajin in the eye anymore.

Ajin looks away and he fidgets in place. “Let me think about that.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” You blurt. “No rush or anything! I just would really like to paint you eventually.” You try to calm your nerves, but now your mind is infested with images of Ajin naked. You had used social media as your window shopping outlet for so long. Not being sexually attracted to your ex should have been a huge red flag for you, but you had ignored it for as long as possible. You now realize that you were attracted to Ajin, in more ways than you ever had with your ex. He was sweet and gentle with you, he made you feel good about yourself. Not to mention his body was worth a few pinup spreads. Perhaps that was your reasoning to want to paint him, so you could stare at him without guilt.

That evening Ajin’s naked body continued to haunt you. Not only that, you imagined your naked bodies tangle together. You tried to shove the images out of your head, but they overpowered every other idea of sleep you had. The image of his red tongue on your breasts and between your thighs was too much. You soon were touching yourself to try and relieve the tension. For so long you hadn’t felt this surge of desire and a good orgasm was long overdue. 

The next morning you were sitting at the table and daydreaming into your coffee. You barely noticed the knock on the door until Ajin spoke up.

“Can I come in?”

You gasp and unlock the door, looking up at Ajin as your whole body smoldered. “Yeah. Hi. Morning!” You voice squeaks with nerves.

“I made my decision,” Ajin says sternly. “I need to get this out now or I’ll chicken out again.”

“Again?” You ask.

“Quiet, please.” His cheeks and ears are dark again. “I want to pose nude for you.”

Your clit is screaming hooray, but you need it to shut the hell up.

“But I will only do it if I can get through this.” He takes in a deep breath. “Ever since I saw you I liked you!” He blurts then clears his throat. “I mean, it’s been a crush but now-” He touches your cheek and brush his fingers through your hair. “Now, I really like you and I want you to know that, if I pose nude for you, I may...things may happen!”

“Things?” Your voice cracks in excitement.

“Having someone like you, so sweet and pretty and cute-” he bites his lip. “Knowing you’re looking at me I may get really, really excited and things might-”

“Your dick?” You then slap your hand over your mouth,

Ajin laughs shyly. “I didn’t want you to think I was gross. I wanted you to know that I have feelings for you on top of thinking you’re so beautiful so-” he looks aside. “If you still want me to, I’ll pose for you, naked and however you want me.”

You lick your lips as you try to collect your thoughts. “I like you too.”

Ajin’s eyes widen and his lips part. 

“You’re so cute and sexy,” you mumble. “And you make me feel so good about myself. Last night I kept thinking about you and it made me realize you’re far more than a friend to me. You’re something special, Ajin.”

You both fidget helplessly for a moment. You then step closer, your movements are awkward and the two of you clash. Then he dips down and you kiss. He’s gentle and sweet and his fingers rub the nape of your neck the way you like.

You place your hands on his chest and can feel his heart shuddering at a hummingbird pace. As you part you both lock eyes and Ajin kisses your cheek and forehead.

“Where do you want me?” He whispers. 

“Everywhere,” you sigh. “I mean-” 

You giggle nervously. “What would make you more comfortable?”

“I can sit in the chair,” he says. 

“Ok uhm...let me get set up. You get comfy.” You rush over to your supplies, gathering a few things like your sketchbook and pencils. As you turn around you see Ajin stepping out of his pants. 

Ajin has toned thighs and a small but round ass. You bite your lip as you gaze between his thighs, seeing the shadow of his cock there. You gulp and try to busy yourself as Ajin sits down in the chair. He leans back a bit, and he looks nervous.

You sit down on the sofa across from him. “Everything good?”

“I will be.” He rubs the arms of the chair. “Once I get used to it.”

You smile at him. “If you want to change your mind at any time, just let me know.” You start to sketch, and you relish in getting to stare at him. His long body is quite pretty not to mention how sexy he looks. His expression goes from nervous to concentrated, he seems to be focusing hard on something.

You glance down, noticing his cock laying between his thighs. It’s a deep purple and actually looks a little pretty. You smirk to yourself and you continue to work, trying to focus on the aspect of art rather than the tantalizing aspects of his body.

As you start to shade you glance at Ajin again and see his face is dark and his eyes are lidded. He’s taking deep breaths, and as you look down you see he has indeed gotten hard. Your eyes zero in on his growing cock, watching it rise and lay against his belly.

“Wait-” Ajin chokes as he covers himself with his palm. “Sorry I-”

You shake your head. “Don’t be.” You set your sketchpad down. “Do you want to take care of it?”

“Here?” Ajin pants. “With you?” 

You stand up and go over to him where you kneel down between his legs. You glance up at him, looking for permission. Ajin moves his hand aside and you take his cock into your hand. You stroke it a few times, feeling how hard and hot he is. The tip of his cock looks like a glistening blueberry and you can’t help but taste him.

Ajin gasps and bites down on his knuckles. You take him into your mouth, sucking him and running your tongue along his shaft. Your mind is going blank and fuzzy, you’ve never enjoyed giving head, but right now it’s all you want to do.

Ajin moans your name and he places a trembling hand in your hair. “You’re too good,” he moans. 

You pull back and gaze over him, seeing how thick he’s gotten. You strip off your clothes and stand in front of him. It’s the first time you’ve had the nerve to be naked with someone in ages. You have stretch marks on your breasts, belly, and thighs, you have dimples, and you place your hand over your belly. You watch Ajin’s expression and you watch as his eyes glide over you.

After a moment, you move into his lap, straddling him as you kiss him. His hands wander over your body, exploring every inch until he starts to moan and whimper.

“What’s wrong?” You gasp. “Am I too heavy?”

Ajin laughs. “God, no,” he pants. “I’m starting to hurt I want you so bad.”

You rub your slit against his cock, letting him feel how wet you are. You then reach down, taking hold of him and guiding him into place. You moan as you take him inside you. He’s so big and thick he makes you question why you tolerated your ex’s pencil dick for so long.

Ajin presses his face between your breasts, moaning against you as you squeeze around him. You start to move, rolling your hips then bouncing on him. His hands grab your hips, guiding you as you ride him. You both moan and cry out, he even starts to thrust his hips from under you. He then picks you up, grabbing you and holding you in the air. You cling to him, afraid he’s going to drop you. He then places your back against the wall, driving into you while holding you. You’ve never felt this way before and you kiss him hungrily.

Ajin then snarls and moans. “I’m gonna cum.” You’ve never heard his voice like this before. “I’m gonna cum.”

You kiss him again as you start to feel his excitement build inside you. You shiver and your toes curl as the rocking waves start to crash and turn to lava. “Yes! Yes! Hurry!” You mewl.

Ajin snarls and moans, his voice sounding bestial and strong. He then grunts, shudders, and inside he twitches with his release. You shiver and take every drop, feeling his heat seep through as aftershocks rack through your body.

Ajin pants heavy and you can hear his cum splashing onto the hardwood beneath you. He pulls from you and carries you princess style to the bedroom. He lays you down and snuggles up beside you, eventually laying his head on your soft breast.

You giggle and cover your face. “Oh wow!”

“Do you feel ok?” He asks, timid again.

You hug him to you. “I’ve never felt so good!”

Ajin sits up and smiles down at you. “Me too.” He kisses you as you tangle your fingers in his hair. “I didn’t think I’d get so turned on by you looking at me.”

“I’m glad,” you whisper. “Because I’m going to draw you a lot from now on.”

Ajin’s cheeks darken and he kisses you. “I’ll get started again.”

“That’s good too.” You giggle as you stroke your hands down his back. “I don’t mind staying in bed all day if you need me too.”

Ajin kisses you again, long and sweet with a touch of tongue. “Do you need me?”

You nod. “You make me feel beautiful.”

“Because you are,” he whispers in your ear. “You’re cute too. And sweet,” his kisses trail down your body with each wonderful compliment. “Best of all, you like me.”

“How could I not?” You smirk down at him. “Especially when you look so good right now.”

Ajin bites your thighs. “Your thighs do all the work.”