๐ เฃชห ึดึถึธ๐ Cock warming your werewolf boyfriend.โWord count: 626. โน เฃช ห
Imagine youโve started dating this guy whoโs secretly a were-creature and terrified of telling you. A few months pass and you start getting intimate and one day you tell him you want to cock warm him while watching horror movies and he realizes heโs got nothing to worry about with telling you about what he really is because you clench around him every time the monster is on screen. / Source.
The second-hand, torn, worn-thin, and sewn back together sofa creaked as his naked thighs were pressed into the square cushion by your weight settling into his lap. His jeans and boxers were bunched around his ankles like shackles made of denim and cotton knotted together, but all he cared about in that brain-short-circuiting moment was being just naked enough so you could sit pretty on his cock without chafing your skin raw. Plus, you weren't exactly in a state of self-controlled undress either, with your shorts around your thighs and panties pulled to the side, but it made you look all the hotter in his humble albeit horny opinion.
When you brought up cock warming a few weeks earlier, Felan had fought the urge to pinch himself to check whether he was dreaming or not. It had felt too good to be true at the time, and it felt even more so now that it was happening, almost too good to the point of testing his limits.
"I don't think I can do this," he whispered through gritted teeth into your shoulder, cock twitching responsively inside your hot, wet pussy as the inner muscles tightened around him. He wasn't a virgin, but he swore he might end up cumming prematurely like one if something didn't happen in the next few minutes to distract him from the heavenly pressure of your body against him and around him.
Lord above (or anyone else that might be listening), give him the mental fortitude needed to fight the urge to knot you right there, on his sofa, while some B-tier horror movie played on forgotten as background noise. God, he hasn't even warned you about that possibility yet...
Keep it together, he warned himself silently as he gritted his teeth.
He swallowed a moan and looked over your shoulder at the movie playing on his laptop on the coffee table. Past the few cracks on the screen, he could see a cheap imitation of a were-creature, its body a black shape against the silver light of the moon as it moved to lean over the unfortunate couple that were no doubt about to get their throats ripped open. None of the violence and artificial gore bothered him, nor did it grab his attention enough to continue watching, not when you were tightening around him like that, and so wet now that he could feel it soaking into his wiry pubes. "Holy fuck, Y/N," Felan gasped, fingers pressing into your warm, soft thighs as he reflexively pulled you closer, pressing his cock deeper into your pussy. "You got a size kink or something I'm not aware of?" The camera angle changed, showing the were-creature from a new angle, and you throbbed once, twice, then wiggled in his lap to ease the sharp, burning ache pooling between your thighs.
"You need to stop moving like that," he warned, eyes blown wide. If he didn't pull you off his cock soon, he was going to cum. No ifs or buts about it, he was going to cum all because you were getting all worked up over an actor in a shitty were-creature costume, and that was both relieving and hot as fuck in ways he couldn't put into words. He scoffed.
His fingers slid down the sides of your body, parted your lips with two fingers, and exposed your slick, swollen clit to the cool air of the room. With a rumbling growl that vibrated against your back, he began to rub mercilessly at your swollen clit, as if punishing you for the fact that you hadn't told him sooner that you were more than fine with having a werewolf for a boyfriend.
