sometimes, transmascs name themselves like dogs (rex, pluto) transfems name themselves like horses (silver, stella) and nonbinary people name themselves like the cat your flatmates decided to get on a whim despite the dishwasher needing costly repairs (pothole)
The chad Lyonel Baratheon who missed no beats before diving head first in the pussy of the biggest guy that crossed his path, absolutely curb stomping the virgin Jaime Lannister who was shaking in his little boots and white cloak at the mere thought of a loving heterosexual relationship with a butch woman
Tags: monster fucking, werewolf x human, gender-neutral main character, male werewolf, parody, bad dirty talk.
Summary: I love my werewolf boyfriend. He just doesn't love the things people write about werewolf boyfriends.
Definitely smut, but also a bit of a parody of monster-fucker fantasies, brought on by my confusion about where people get their ideas about monsters.
Imagine your werewolf boyfriend...
“Imagine your werewolf boyfriend driven crazy by his rut, forcing his knot inside you.”
My werewolf boyfriend wrinkles his nose as I read to him.
“We don't have ruts,” he tells me, not for the first time. “Not even dogs have ruts. And even when a dog smells a bitch in heat, he doesn't go crazy. I'd like to think I have a little more self-control than a Jack Russell.”
As it happens, he does have a decent amount of self-control, even during a full moon, as evidenced by the way he lays entirely supine while I ride his dick. If either of us struggles with self-control during this time of the month, it's little old human me, my arousal spiking each time he transforms, desperate to get my hands on his meaty canine cock. He usually obliges, if he's not too hungry or struck with a case of the zoomies, excusing himself for a late-night run with his friends.
He's already indulged me once tonight, and his knot is indeed plugging my hole, keeping him anchored inside me for a while yet. Hence the game.
“How about this one. 'Imagine your werewolf boyfriend bending you over the kitchen counter, filling you up from behind while you're trying to bake, pressing you down into the dough until your chest leaves an imprint in the cookies!'”
He snorts, and his paws tap at my thighs, almost as if he's bored.
“That's just regular fucking. Don't have to be a werewolf, or any kind of monster, to do that. They're running out of ideas.”
“Oh, here's a good one. 'Imagine your werewolf boyfriend sinking his teeth into the scruff of your neck while he fucks you, desperate to leave his mating mark on you.”
He laughs at that one, a huff that blows the fur around his snout.
“What's a mating mark? And why would werewolves even do that to each other? Wolf fur is way too thick for a scar to be visible.”
The thought of his teeth in my neck doesn't do much for me, but the mental image of his transformed body folded over mine as he fucks me from behind is a favourite; one we do like to engage in. In my mind, I picture us from the outside, a mental camera recording our fuck, focused on the sinuous roll of his hips as he slams himself into me again and again. Both a memory and a fantasy, the image of it pulls at something deep in my gut, and I can't help grinding down on him with more force than I ought to.
My werewolf boyfriend growls at the new pace, the tightness around his cock and the pressure against his balls as I press myself against him. He's still thick and hot inside me, and although he might need some time before he can come again, I'm already feeling the warm fizz of another climax beginning to build.
“Wolves – ughn, that's good – we scent-mark.” His snout wrinkles, baring his upper teeth as I begin riding him in earnest again. His clawed hands settle on my hips, and I can see how he holds back from digging them in too harshly. “But as much as I love fucking you during a full moon, I'm not about to start pissing on you.”
Laughter pulls me out of my aroused haze, and I have to still my movements to keep from toppling over and unseating myself. I almost drop my phone, and I have to steady myself with a hand on his chest, where his fur is a little more sparse. He laughs a little, too, before gesturing at my phone for me to continue our game.
“Okay, uh...” I scroll a little further, until I find a good one. “'Imagine your werewolf boyfriend in his rut”-
“We don't have ruts!”
This has been a bugbear of his since we started playing this game. At first, I'd read detailed descriptions of fantasy creatures driven mad by hormones, able to sniff out pheromones that smelled like lattés and pine trees, and he'd talk through every biological reason why they were all nonsense. Now, I just have to mention the word 'rut' and he flips.
“'Imagine your werewolf boyfriend in his rut',” I continue, holding my phone out of his reach as he tries to take it from me, “'urging you to start nesting'”-
“It's a fucking den!” He's not much for swearing, so I know that pissed him off. With a laugh, I make a show of rolling my hips, reminding him that I'm still very much impaled on his dick, and if he fights too hard then he's not getting another orgasm today. “Did they just tear pages at random from a biology text book?”
“Is there a textbook for werewolf boyfriends?” I ask him, rocking my hips in short, sharp motions to try to keep him from getting too annoyed. “Maybe you should write one. Write out all the details of how werewolves fuck. Or maybe just write your own stories for the Internet. Make your own Tumblr.”
“Would anyone believe me?”
“People do all sorts of weird shit on the Internet. Someone probably would believe an actual real-life werewolf was making Tumblr posts about werewolf sex. I think what's more likely is that people would get annoyed about you shitting on their fantasies. Try telling them that you can't kiss because your mouth isn't the right shape when you transform, and they'll say you ruined monster smut for everyone.”
The game has run its course for today, and my legs are starting to tire a little. I lean over him to set my phone down on the night-stand, and he wraps his arms around me before I can get back up. With my weight tipped forward, he can press his hips up into me again, and the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hole is too delicious for me to even think about moving again. I relax into his arms and let him fuck me, my face buried in the thick fur of his shoulder as he starts to pound my hole with a fresh burst of energy. His knot has deflated just enough for him to slide in and out of me, but our game, our constant talk of werewolf sex, has kept him hard, kept him wanting. As fun as it is to laugh with him, I love even more how our game drags out our love-making for far longer than just one knot.
“Mmm, yeah, love it when my werewolf boyfriend can't get enough of my hole,” I groan against his neck, trying to keep a straight face. He gives me a growl in response, more annoyance than a warning, and it doesn't stop him from fucking me. “Love it when my werewolf boyfriend is so deep in his rut that he can't even speak! Love it when my werewolf boyfriend growls deep in my ear because he's more wolf than boyfriend!”
He catches on to the new twist in our game, rolling us over on the bed while somehow keeping his cock deep inside me. On all fours above me, he truly does look like the rut-crazed monster of a million internet fantasies, instead of the cuddly and kinda pedantic doof I know he is. He leans in to press his snout into my neck, and I feel his teeth grazing my skin as he rolls his hips against my own.
“Love it when my werewolf boyfriend leaves his mating mark on my neck,” I moan, and I'm only half-joking. Even though he'd never hurt me, he knows where I'm sensitive, and he has enough self-control to use just the right amount of pressure to make it feel good. “Mmm, oh yeah, fuck me, werewolf boyfriend!”
My laugh is cut off as he reaches down to hook one arm under my knee, pulling my legs wider so he can bury his beautiful canine cock deep inside me, all the way to the root. He fucks deep enough that it feels like my insides are being rearranged to make room, and my lower half boils with lust and love for this monster who knows just what I need.
“You gonna breed me, werewolf boyfriend?” I tease, doing my best to push my hips up to meet each punishing thrust. “Gonna pump me full of your seed and fill me up with pups?”
He has to turn his head away to hide his laughter. To his credit, his rhythm barely falters, his body too focused on fucking me to allow himself to be distracted by biological impossibilities.
“I need my – oh fuck, fuck, right there! - need my werewolf boyfriend to shoot his seed so deep inside me it takes! I want my werewolf boyfriend's pups! Breed me, werewolf boyfriend! Use me for your rut, let yourself go crazy for my pheromones!”
I don't know if he's actually into it, or he's just trying to shut me up, but he presses his nose hard into my neck and breathes deep, letting me feel his hot breath against my skin. His tongue swipes across my collarbone like he's tasting me, and for a brief minute, I try to picture that fantasy monster, holding me down and ravishing me without a care for my own pleasure. The mental picture is, admittedly, kind of hot, but only because I know that my real werewolf boyfriend always knows how to make me feel good. If he held me down and fucked me without mercy, he'd do it because I'd asked him to, and he'd make sure I came first before he even thought about breeding me.
“You've got me so close,” I breathe into his fur, my hands clinging to his shoulders. “Keep fucking me, your cock feels amazing, you're gonna make me cum, just like that, yeah, yes!”
He slows just a little as I shake and writhe beneath him, wailing like a banshee and only a little bit for show – as much as I enjoy teasing him with silly fantasies, he really does blow my mind when he fucks me in his wolf-form, and it takes a good long while for the last waves of pleasure to calm.
“You close?” I ask him, my voice raspy and thick. He rolls his hips by way of an answer, letting me know that he's still hard, still keen to continue. “Can you finish inside without knotting me? I'm gonna need to pee as soon as you're done.”
Once again, he turns his face away to hide a snort of laughter, but he doesn't pull out. Instead, he begins sliding his cock in and out of me yet again, his incredible stamina never ceasing to amaze me.
“Yeah, take me werewolf boyfriend!” I let my hands roam through the fur on his chest as he satisfies himself with my slick hole, his first load still inside me and squelching lewdly as he fucks me. “Breed me, give me your pups! Use my tight human hole, make me your mate! Fuck me hard, werewolf boyfriend, fuck your huge monster cock in my hole and make me yours!”
I want to think he's at least maybe a little into it; he comes, either way, and it feels good to be so full of him. He thankfully manages to withdraw just enough to keep from snagging me with his knot, finishing with short, shallow thrusts that ensure his cum hits inside me, and the self-control that must take is astonishing. There's no way he's driven crazy with some frantic lust if he can manage that.
“Mmm, that's the stuff.”
I turn with him as he rolls off me, burying my face in his fur and squeezing him tight. His hot cock butts up against my hip, and when I glance down, I notice that his knot is barely visible; presumably after the first time, his body deems it less necessary? Might have been nice to keep it inside me a little while longer, but I wasn't kidding about needing to pee.
“Be right back,” I tell him, patting his tummy a couple of times before I get up.
“I'll go when you're done. Don't be long.”
I smile down at him from beside the bed, my lust finally sated and my body filled with nothing but love; he curls on his side, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a lurcher that just came back from a run. He might look far from human like this, but he's nothing but a big softy.
“Hmm, imagine your werewolf boyfriend all tuckered out after getting the zoomies, curled up on your bed for a nap.”
“Fuck you.” He curls one paw into something like a raised middle finger, too tired to open his eyes. “And they're cubs, not pups.”
I give him a little wave, and turn to head to the bathroom. “Love you, werewolf boyfriend.”
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