“BIG BAD WOLF” ⸝⸝ werewolf!matt in which reader wanders too far into the woods and ends up being preyed upon by the wolf himself.
warnings: nsfw, predator–prey dynamics, cnc, feral/animalistic sex, breeding kink, biting/marking, spitting, size kink, possessiveness, outdoors (foggy woods) setting, power imbalance.
word count: 2.3k
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fog drifts between the trees, curling around your legs as you run. it swallows the sound of your steps until all you can hear is your own breathing.
your lungs ache from running. the ground’s slick, uneven, roots catching at your shoes as you push yourself further off the path. your heartbeat’s in your throat—loud, all adrenaline and fear—driving you forward even though your body’s begging to stop.
the air’s cold enough to sting, your breath clouding in front of you as the thick fog starts to close in. it feels like the whole forest is watching.
then something rustles up ahead. sudden. sharp. you freeze.
“lost little thing,” it rasps—voice low, guttural—but not quite human. not anymore.
a growl echoes as two golden eyes lock onto you before the figure moves closer, still hidden behind the fog.
“who goes there?” you whisper, your voice cracking in the cold.
the wolf huffs lowly, head tilting, as if studying you.
“shouldn’t be out here alone” it says, the words shaped almost human through its canine snout.
your heart pounds in the silence, the only sound now the beast’s panting as it steps closer, swallowing up the air between you.
“come here,” it whispers—so soft you almost think you imagined it. despite yourself, your body moves, one trembling step forward, fingers clutching the edges of your red coat.
you take another cautious step. the air thickens, swirling around you like a curtain. you scan the fog, searching for the voice… but there’s nothing. until heavy breaths echo all around you.
you whirl around. eyes wide. and then—
a human.
there, about five feet away, stands a man. nude. the fog coils around his body like smoke, tracing every muscle. his chest rises and falls in quick, heavy breaths. there’s something wild in his stance—coiled, predatory, ready to pounce.
you freeze. “matt? is that you?” you croak, a chill crawling up your spine.
his head snaps toward you. teeth glint in the fog, animalistic. primal.
you stumble back, voice trembling. “you… you were chasing me. i thought you were going to kill me.”
matt’s nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, lips curling into something a smirk.
“oh, no,” he rumbles in that same low, guttural tone, words laced with dark amusement and hunger alike.
“not killing,” he growls, voice still rough and animal-deep, though more human now. barely.
he steps closer, heat radiating from his body, towering over you.
“no,” matt repeats, softer now. dangerously soft. “i was jus’ chasing you because i wanted you.”
his gaze drags down your trembling form, then locks back onto yours with predatory focus—and something far darker in the way he says the next words.
“and now that i’ve got ya? not letting y’go ’til every last drop of me is inside where it belongs.”
the fog thickens as you take another faltering step back, pulse pounding in your ears. matt’s muscles coil with every movement, his body language sharp and predatory.
“matt, snap out of it,” you say, voice trembling. “you’re scaring me… this isn’t you.”
his gaze darkens as he prowls closer, eyes gleaming with something feral.
“oh, this is me,” he growls. “this is exactly what i’m meant for.”
each step he takes is slow, deliberate—stalking. his breath comes ragged as he closes the distance.
“you’ve got no idea how much i’ve wanted this… wanted you,” matt groans, voice thick with something that makes a shiver crawl up your spine. his eyes rake over your body, possessive and primal.
his breath is hot against your skin when he closes the last bit of space between you, body pressing flush to yours.
“you smell so good,” he growls low, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply—your scent mixing with the cold fog curling around you both.
his hands find your waist, rough and trembling with restraint. his voice drops even lower, brushing the shell of your ear like a warning and a promise all at once.
"gonna fill every hole 'til there’s no mistaking who owns you... who put a pup inside."
the moment his words register, your entire body tenses—your stomach fluttering with a mix of fear and something else entirely.
matt’s lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans in closer, the heat of his breath against your ear making you shiver violently beneath him now. "you heard me," he murmurs darkly before nipping at a delicate spot just below your jawline while his hands slide up your waist possessively yet again.
"this pretty little cunt?" teeth graze collarbone next—sharp enough to sting but not break skin.
your breath hitches as his teeth scrape your skin, a shudder running through you. "matt,"
he cuts you off with a low growl, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise. "no talking," he rasps against your throat before sinking his teeth in—not deep enough to tear, but just enough for the sharp sting, marking his claim. his other hand slips down between you. your thighs already slick despite every instinct screaming how wrong this all was.
the moment your body stiffens, matt senses your tension and a wicked smile twitches at his lips before he whispers in your ear: "relax. let me take care of you."
he doesn't wait for a response, he's too hungry to hesitate any longer. with a sudden movement, he grabs you roughly and throws you onto the hard forest ground.
the impact knocks the wind out of you, but before you can even catch your breath, matt is on top of you, his weight pinning you down, his eyes burning intensely into yours.
you gasp as your back hits the damp earth, leaves and moss cushioning nothing. matt’s body presses down on yours instantly, hot, heavy, inescapable, as he cages you beneath him with a growl that vibrates through every inch of your trembling frame.
"should’ve run faster, huh?" he murmurs against the shell of your ear before nipping at it sharply enough to make you jolt under him while one hand fists into hair.
his fingers curl inside your pussy without warning—only taking what was owed.
your eyes widen in a mix of surprise at the sudden invasion, your body involuntarily stiffening despite the heat pooling low in your stomach. matt grins above you, his gaze never leaving yours, drinking in every minute reaction with smug satisfaction.
he leans closer, his lips brushing against your skin with a possessive touch, hot breath mixed with yours as he speaks. "fill you so deep you'll feel me for days," he growls, voice laced with desire and something almost feral as his fingers thrust in a deliberate reminder of how much deeper he could go if he wanted.
your breath hitches, your fingers digging into his forearms as a shiver runs down your spine. the forest around you feels too quiet, too still—like even nature itself is holding its breath at what’s unfolding here in the fog.
matt’s grin widens when he feels the way you tremble beneath him. “that’s right,” he rumbles lowly before sinking his teeth back into your shoulder while his other hand slips up your thigh to press a thumb roughly against your already throbbing clit.
he pulls his fingers back, leaving you breathless and trembling. then with a swift, almost violent motion, he flips you onto your front, pinning you down with his entire weight.
matt yanks at the red cloak, gathering it in one hand, his other hand roughly hiking up your skirt, revealing the warm skin of your thighs glistening with dampness. the forest ground pressing into your palms and knees, cold and unforgiving—a stark contrast. the red cloak is shoved up roughly around your waist while your skirt rides even higher—mud smearing across bare skin as matt drags you back against him with a possessive growl.
"look at you," he rasps, voice dripping with dark satisfaction as a hand slips between your thighs from behind. fingers curling inside again—deeper this time; claiming every inch just like promised earlier.
his teeth sunk into the skin of your shoulder blade when his dick finally pressed flush against your soaked opening; throbbing under touch alone before pushing in.
matt doesn’t give you a second to adjust—his hips snap forward with brutal force, burying himself to the hilt in one rough thrust. your gasp is swallowed by the forest, but he feels it anyway. the way your body clenches around him like a vice as he stretches you open beyond reason.
"fuck," he growls against your spine before biting down again—harder this time; breaking skin just enough for blood to bead.
mud cakes your thighs. your cloak already smeared with it, filthy from the ground. the forest noise is louder than your whimpers and matt’s ragged breathing against your back. his grip is ironclad, no escape, no mercy, as he fucks into you with relentless precision.
"gonna fill you up," he breaths between thrusts that make your vision blur at the edges.
his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise as his rhythm stutters toward something primal.
your body is on fire—burning with pain and pleasure in equal measure as matt slams fucks you, his words burning against skin like branding iron.
"keep taking what i give you," he growls against your ear, voice rough with need and possession.
he doesn’t let you breathe—just drags his teeth over your spine as his hips snap forward again. the forest air is thick with sweat and musk now, each ragged exhale from him was hot against your damp skin.
“gonna put a pup in you,” matt snarls suddenly, one hand fisting your hair while other gripped your waist “fill this tight little pussy ‘til it takes all my cum.”
and then he does.
with a feral groan, matt slams into you one last time, his dick pulsating deep inside as hot cum floods your womb. the sensation is overwhelming, scorching and so much all at once, as your walls clench around him desperately while his teeth stay locked onto that spot between your shoulder and neck.
he doesn’t pull out yet. just stays buried to the hilt. ragged breaths against spit slicked skin before finally growling low.
"mine."
