Request: But um…if it’s not too difficult, my OC Todd (his redheaded iteration, preferrably) as a werewolf-like fae (he’s always some kind of fucking fae, don’t ask hahaha) and the chubby barista (again…cos it me haha), but Todd is a bit of a sly seducer until behind closed doors, then he gets rough and loses control…maybe have him talk his way into the barista’s apartment?
A/N: Coming back to this old commissions (here and here) with a new story in the same universe. This time a fae-werewolf hybrid. It turned out a bit more himbo-y than expected, hope that’s okay. Enjoy!
After you started fooling around, his mouth has been on you every chance he gets. He’s a bit obsessed with how hot you get, how wet your pussy is when he licks your clit. He’s basically obsessed with eating you out. And well… You aren’t about to complain about that. Seeing his red hair between your legs while he enjoys himself there does a lot for you.
But you want more. You’ve been wanting more for a little while and you know you have to tell him. You know that. He’s pure-hearted and cocky, and needs to everything spelled before he adventures himself to do anything. You know that. But dang is it hard to get over your own hangups about it.
Fucking means he’s going to see you fully naked. What if he doesn’t like you? What if eating you out is fine but seeing your rolls move while he thrusts into you is a turn off for him? So you’ve been overthinking it, okay. Not the best idea.
And then something happens. A surprise for both of you, really. Or maybe not so much of a surprise. You fell yesterday while you were cleaning, so your body took a bit more energy than you are used to, to heal, that’s it. So you are a bit tired, and while you make out on your bed, your stomach grumbles. Very loudly.
“You hungry?” He asks instantly, his head tilted to the side in that cute way that makes your insides feel like goo. His piercings are glistening under the soft light of your lamp, and he looks almost ethereal. Probably something to do with his half-fae nature.
“It’s nothing,” you respond almost as rapidly. You are a bit embarrassed that your body is betraying you like this. You should have drink some blood before he came, but you thought you’d have time. Usually you only have to feed once every two days. And you fed yesterday… But the fall fucked your schedule.
His offer is mumbled against your neck, like he’s embarrassed by it. Or maybe more excited than you give him credit for. “Drink from me.” He pulls back to look at your face and he’s beautifully blushed, almost as red as his hair. What a cutie.
“What?” You can’t believe him. “You- You know what would happen, right? You know if I bite you… You’d get the frenzy.” He nods fervently. “And you still want it? You still want me to bite you?”
Both of you know what it means. It means he’d enter the breeding frenzy, and he’d be hard as a rock (harder than he is right now), and you would fuck it out. It’s nature. And the one time you did it with one of your exes… It was a fan-tas-tic sex marathon. You’ve been too scared to suggest it to any of your other partners since, though. It was intense and intimate, and not something vampires share easily.
“Are you sure?” You ask him again, not wanting to get your hopes up, but unable to stop your giddiness. You’d love to bite him. He smells so good and you want him to experience how good the frenzy is. Plus he would fuck you senseless after, which sounds like your best fantasy right now. “I know we’ve been dating for a while, but this would mean penetration and we haven’t gotten to that yet. So if you aren’t su-”
“I’m sure,” he cuts you with his biggest smile.
He’s so sexy you want to kiss him. So you do. You grab his sweet face and press an open-mouthed kiss to his smiling lips. Which makes him smile bigger. He leans forward to give you another kiss, which is more teeth than lips because you are smiling like two fools.
Your stomach grumbles again and the both of you chuckle, pulling apart. “Okay. Let’s do this.” His confidence is so hot you almost whine.
He huffs in amusement when you straddle his legs more securely. He’s sitting back, you on his lap, your pussy right over his very interested dick, and you can smell his blood pumping faster, his arousal getting thicker in the air. You are so fucking ready for this. You’ve been waiting for this.
You kiss his jugular first, licking his pulse point until Todd whines. Your smirk exposes your fangs, and you only hesitate for half a second. You bite down on his neck and the reaction is instantaneous. His body goes rigid, his hands grip your hips harder, and his dick twitches under your pussy so violently you can feel it against your clit. And then the flavor hits your tongue and you are moaning. It’s intoxicating.
He tastes like the best dessert ever, and you can’t get enough. He’s rutting up against your core, and you are moaning against his neck. The desperation in your touches to one another is lost the second you pull away. He’s looking at you with blown wide pupils, his tongue almost lolling out, and his ears twitching in the most werewolf-y way ever.
“I want-” He growls, but you continue. “I want your dick. Fuck, Todd. I need it. Fuck me, please,” you moan, licking over the wounds in his neck and savoring his blood one last time. Your brain feels fuzzy, your pussy so wet you are pretty sure you ruined your panties. And most likely the front of his sweats.
It takes him a couple of seconds to process your words, but the moment he does, it’s game over. He moves so fast you barely feel it, but in a rush your back is against the mattress, and he’s between your legs. Your clothes disappear, thrown over his shoulder in ripped strips of fabric.
He dips down enough to lick your pussy, and you grab onto his red hair like your life depends on it. Your hips are rutting against his face, and he’s whimpering and groaning like he’s right where he wants to be. But you want his dick. You already tried his tongue. You want the hybrid special.
“Come here, come here… I need you. I need your dick. Please!” Your voice sounds high-pitched and unknown to your own ears, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He tries to talk, but what comes out is a growl, his claws pinching the sides of your hips when he manhandles you until his dick is right at the apex of your thighs. You raise your hips, trying to get some friction, any friction, and he literally roars.
Your legs are unceremoniously pushed apart, his eyes fixated on your dripping core while he positions himself. His dick looks so big you have a second of hesitation before he presses forward a little bit, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind completely.
“I can’t- I don’t know if I-” He tries, his hands shaking visibly where he’s holding his shaft against your opening. But you understand him either way.
You grab his face, curling your legs around his middle and pushing his dick a bit further. “Don’t hold back. I want this. I want you,” you whisper against his lips.
It’s like it snaps. One second he’s trembling with pent-up energy to fuck you, and the next second your legs are over his shoulders and he’s folding you in half as he fucks into you like the monster he is. Your scream is so loud you are thankful for the soundproofed walls.
Your whole body is vibrating. You are holding onto the wall not to hit your head while he continues fucking you like a piston. There’s no caress. There’s no trace of your sweet boyfriend. There’s only his dick hitting your G-spot with each thrust and the sounds of your lovemaking creating a symphony to your ears.
The pleasure is way beyond everything you imagined. You don’t know how to deal with it. Closed eyes. Opened eyes. It doesn’t matter, he’s everywhere. You can feel him in every cell of your body while he fucks you ferally.
You can feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, so close you can taste it. He’s growling against your neck, thrusting so fast his hips are a blur against yours. If you were human, you’d wake up with bruises in the morning. But you aren’t, and you crave more.
Your nails are scratching his back, you can smell the blood, and it only drives him wilder. You groan his name over and over, a chant that feels like a prayer as you ascend to the heavens, closer and closer to orgasm. And then you feel it, the bigger base of his dick hitting against your entrance. You scream his name, your orgasm catching you by surprise while he lets out a series of curses that would make a sailor blush.
He thrusts one more time and his knot fits inside of you, your walls clamping down around him the second he starts coming. That drives him feral, groaning and growling while another orgasm crushes over your body, leaving you boneless under him.
By the time you come back to your brain, he’s still breathing hard. His hips keep making little rolls that hit your G-spot and send sparks of aftershocks up your spine. “I think…” You swallow, trying to get some saliva to your dry mouth. “I think we should do that again,” you whisper. The laugh that blooms out of him is so loud that it rocks his whole body, moving his knot inside of you and making you both moan.
