Warnings: MLM, AFAB!Reader, talk of gender dysphoria, thigh riding, sleepy cuddles, monster/human society, established relationship, praise.
Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
It had been a long day. Work was a pain in the ass, you were late for your bus, and worst of all... dysphoria was a bitch today. Trudging into your apartment that you and your boyfriend both rented, you kick off your shoes and beeline towards the bedroom.
Your boyfriend is already on the bed, fairylights turned on and creating a cozy atmosphere. You don't even let him get out a greeting before your crawling into bed and flopping on top of him, burrowing your face into his fluff.
Gentle hands reach up to gently cradle your tired body, washing away the stress of the day. "Long day?" He asks, his voice deep and soothing. You nod in response, sniffling softly. "You wanna talk about it?" He asks gently and your heart aches, he was so sweet.
"Just... entitled karens and gender dysphoria. I just wanna go to bed." You mumbled out, your voice barely audible, but his sensitive hearing picking up on it anyways. He lets out a few clicks, a soft comforting noise that all but made you melt into your mothy boyfriend even more.
"Oh baby boy." He coos out. "Well you can't sleep in your binder." He says and you whine out in protest. Surely one night in your binder wouldn't hurt? "No whining. You know the dangers of sleeping in your binder. Let me help you, okay?" He says, his voice gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument.
You huff out in continued protest but allow him to reach for your hoodie, two hands reaching to tug off your hoodie while two others unbutton your jeans. You grumble and complain softly but allow him to tug your clothes off. He strips off your work shirt before finally reaching for your binder, pausing for just a moment. Silently asking for consent, quietly waiting for your permission.
You give it, grumbling out but still lifting your arms so he can tug it off. He lets out a few more clicks in praise before finally tugging off the garment. You let out a breath as the tight piece of clothing is taken off.
"Do you ever wish I was a real boy?" You ask, your voice soft, chest tight with insecurity, big eyes blinking up at your boyfriend. You see his antennae twitch, his version of raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, baby? You are a real boy. You're my handsome boy." He murmurs as he helps you tug your hoodie back on.
You soften, letting him tug you down beside him, chest to chest as he holds you close to his body and tugs the blankets up around you both. "You know what I mean." You mutter back and his strong hands tug you closer. "And you know what I mean, little light. You're just as much of a man as any male, just because your body looks a little different doesn't mean you're not a real man." He says back, his voice taking on that firm but gentle tone once more.
You pause for a moment, snuggling in deeper and tangling your limbs with his more. "I'm sorry... It's just... I'm really dysphoric today." You say softly, hands clutching onto him. You feel you're boyfriend duck down and pepper your head and hairline with kisses. "Don't apologize, my love. We all have hard days. That's what I'm here for, darling. To help carry your heavy burdens." He says gently.
You can't help but tear up a little. He was good at this. Reassuring you, drowning you in love, smothering you in sweet tender care that you didn't think you deserved but somehow still found in his quiet strength.
"I don't know what I'd do without you." You breathe out, hips now gently rolling over the top of his thick thigh. His antenna twitch again at the movement, but he decides not to comment on it. "Probably live off of ramen noodles and redbull." He teases back lightly, making you laugh tiredly.
"Probably so, yeah." You murmurs back, burrowing your face deeper into his moth fluff, hips grinding harder into his thigh, whimpering softly. "You're so good to me." You whine out, hands gripping your boyfriend's sleep tank top.
Two of his hands silently reaching down to grip your hips and help guide your movements, soft whimpers leaving your throat as the heat in your core starts to build up with each roll of your hips. "Oh baby, I enjoy caring for you." His voice comes back with, deep and soothing, making you grind down harder.
"Love you so much, baby." You whine out, panting softly as you build up the heat in your body. Your moth boyfriend clicks back, nuzzling the top of your head. "I love you too, my sweet prince." He coos out gently.
You cry out softly as you cum, voice muffled by his fluff as your body trembles with the force of your orgasm, your boyfriend continuing to coo out soft praises, moving your hips to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.
Finally, his hands still, allowing you to rest contently against him. "Feel better?" He asks gently, wrapping his arms snugly around you. I sigh out and nod. "Much. Thank you, baby." You murmur sleepily, resting you head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat.
His hands rub soothing patterns on your body. "Anytime, pretty boy." He says back, resting his chin on the top of your head, the two of you snuggling together until you pipe up again. "Would you love me if I was a worm?" You ask suddenly, making him sigh out in exasperation before rumbling out a deep laugh. "Yes I would, now go the hell to sleep." And so you do, safely tucked into his multiple fluffy arms.
