The following contains elements of icky! musk, monsterfucking (werewolf), asphyixation, dub con, and other sexual content.
Imagine boyfriend!werewolf Simon, who's obsessed with the smell of you. He'll come home just to find you and bury his nose into your hair. Or the occasion you join him for a run, the moment your home he's dragging you to the bedroom, laying on top of you and smothering himself in your scent.
Which gives him the bright idea that you also must also be obsessed with his scent. The idea came to him when he caught you sniffing at one of his shirts, as you were gathering laundry. Which only lead to Simon feeling selfish. He's been fulfilling his need to smell you, but been neglecting your need to smell him.
It never occurred to the wolf that you were just checking to see if the shirt was clean or not.
Leading to Simon to start making sure you get your fill of his scent. The first time, Simon practically tackled onto the bed before your face nose was pressed into the crevice of his inner thigh, his balls resting against your face. The inner crevice held the strongest scent gland, and Simon just knew he had been depriving you for so long that you need the bare contact.
He felt even worse when he heard the muffled dry heaving. Had he been depriving his mate so long you were getting overwhelmed by his scent? A scent that was three days no shower with sweating from training.
He keeps you there, until he felt your body relax under him. Which trigger his instincts to say that you were satisfied. As he got up, he watched you gasp for air from being suffocated by his thighs, not that Simon realized.
A few times you've been relaxing, you'd feel Simon start humping your thigh. At first you didn't pay much time, as Simon usually came to hump you when he got overwhelmed. It was a wolf instinct. It wasn't until it felt like someone spilled liquid.
Which made your eyes snap to the source to see Simon relieving himself on you, the warm yellow liquid soaking your leg through your pants. But you couldn't scold him when you saw that satisfied glint in his eyes. You didn’t question it, you learned to stop questioning his instincts.
Even more so, Simon has been jacking off a lot more recently, and seemingly always having an excuse when he comes to find you, before he cums on your face, your hand, your chest, even a few times he pushed your pants and underwear down to cum inside your underwear. Before he'd go about his day like it was normale.
The worst part was when he'd come back after training, soaked in sweat. He'd bend you whatever surface, and as he fucked into you, hed keep your face held in his armpit. Even with all the sweat. Sometimes he'd cover your mouth and face with his boxers or t shirt, until he'd see you're eyes fluttering and rolling back, but never long enough to have you pass out on him.
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