by sekilian

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by mrtn-hell

by chatandlust

nsfw / mdni

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you aren’t gonna lie- your reasons for rushing back home from the airport after your business trip have nothing to do with punctuality and everything to do with the red circle around this week in your shared calendar. Red for rut. Though you’ve been with your werewolf bf for several months now, you’ve never been around during one of his ruts. he always evades you when you ask about it, tells you he gets too intense, that he doesn’t want to hurt you. jokes on him, you would love nothing more than to get railed by your feral boyfriend even more intensely than you already are.

when your key turns in the lock and you push the door open, you half expect him to be already waiting by the door, ready to pounce on and thoroughly wreck you. instead, you’re faced with an eerie silence. though not entirely silent- there is a rustling and panting emerging from your shared bedroom that makes your fingers tingle and heat rush downwards. discarding your luggage, you hurry down the hall and open the door, gasping when you're met with the most pathetic sight you’ve ever seen.

your usually so gruff and dominant boyfriend is a panting mess on the bed, clothes half discarded, half ripped, as if his mind gave up halfway through. his painfully hard cock is out as he ruts it into your pillow, whining pathetically as fat tears roll down his face, his ears twitching with overstimulation. you’ve never seen him like this. he's usually the one growling and snarling, pinning you to walls and chaining you to beds, dominating you and putting you in your place, pounding into your poor little cunt and stuffing you full with his cock. but good lord, the sight of him shuddering and whining with desperation as he tries to get himslef off makes you clench hard.

you must have taken another step, or maybe he could feel the wetness slowly soaking your panties, because with a loud groan, he spills his load onto the pillow, his ears suddenly twitching and his head snapping up, eyes locking onto yours. And the strangled “nghh-” sound he makes sends shivers down your spine. “Wh-” he begins, but is cut off by his own moan as his cock already twitches back to life. “Just got home,” you answer the unspoken question, a little dazed. For one second, you awkwardly stand into the doorway. Then, you move.

Two minutes later, you are straddling his thigh as he writhes on his back beneath you, hips bucking up in search of friction and finding nothing. Your index finger draws circles up his thigh without ever touching where he -evidently- needs you most: His cock, standing proud and hard and leaking pre-cum faster than he leaks tears. You let your thumb flick up the side of his shaft and a strained moan breask out of his throat. “Please, baby, please-,” he babbles mindlessly, hips rutting against nothing, “I’ll do anything, baby, gods, please-”

“Don’t forget your manners now,” you coo sweetly, making him choke out a whine. You crook your head. “What was that, honey?” “Pl-”, he stutters mindlessly, “please ma’am.” He quite literally howls when you close your hand around his shaft that is sticky with pre-cum, moving it up and down in an agonizing pace. “Aren’t you so good for me?” you smile, feeling yourself clench against his thigh at the sound how his whines and babbled pleas. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

“Oh-h,” he stutters out at the nickname, his back arching of the bed as your thumb flicks over his mushroom tip. You increase the tempo of your hand, pumping his shaft with new vigor, and he bucks his hips up into your grip, groaning out something that vaguely resembles your name. His knot swells under your fingers, and you can feel he’s close. Your cunt too is smearing wetness unto his thigh, your hips riding him in an unconsious, entirely instinctual rythm. But you don’t want to make it too easy for him.

So, just when his hips buck wildly, chasing release, you remove your sticky hand. The sound that leaves your boyfriend’s throat may be the most pathetic thing you ever heard, and it makes heat rush towards your core. “What’s wrong, puppy?” you ask innocently as tears spill from his eyes. You could almost pity him- almost. if he werent doing the same thing to you on a regular basis. Finally, it's you who holds the reigns, and you were never going to go easy on him. “What did I do?” he whines in desperation, hips still snapping upwards but utterly in vain. You coo at him with a smile, still rocking your cunt against his muscular thigh. “Wrong question, puppy.”

But you’re not cruel, no. You might just enjoy the mix of hopefulness and feral desperation in his wide eyes too much, as your cunt hovers over his erect cock. “Please,” he babbles, throwing his head back as you allow his tip to kiss your already stimulated clit and stutter a little moan. “Please, ma'am, oh god, I’ll do anything-” When you slowly sink down on him, allowing his tip to breach your entrance, he releases a moan you are sure wakes every single one of your neighbors. and then something in him seems to break, because his hands -those large, mighty paws of his- grab your waist and slam you down onto his pulsing length.

The sudden stretch has you howling like an animal, shuddering violently as his hips desperately buck into you. You’re left being bounced on his dick like a ragdoll as his hands hold you down, roll you just like he needs you. in an attempt to steady yourself, your hands find his shoulders, but its not enough to re-establish dominance, especially because you feel your own climax approaching. Somehow, in all his frantic rutting, his fingers find your clit, and your release washes over you like a wave. You are left utterly boneless as he fucks up into you, his knot stretching the walls of your poor pussy until you feel the hot spurt of his cum against your warm walls.

for a few seconds, the only sound is both your labored breathing. But you can already feel his cock twitching again, made restless and insatiable by his rut. And when you look up, you find him staring at you wide-eyed, like a puppy that broke something and is now awaiting punishment. “That was very bad of you, puppy,” you manage to pant, and you can feel his cock hardening at your scolding tone. “Next time, you only cum when I tell you too.” He nods, eagerly, desperately, throwing his head back when you do another, experimental grind on his hardening length.

Yup, you’re definetely never missing one of his ruts again.

Good boy 🥰

Well done for listening to me 🥰

(Felt like I did a couple for the girls, so I should probably do one for the boys 👀)

He inhales deep from the cigarette and then grabs hold at the back of Suzuki’s head before he leans in. Joseph doesn’t usually go for the lips. Joseph doesn’t usually go for kissing much at all. So it’s a surprise when he angles Suzuki’s head with a tug of his hair and presses their lips together. And when Suzuki’s mouth opens against him, Joseph exhales. And the smoke pours into him. Hot, pressing to his tongue, rolling across his teeth. And Joseph keeps them locked together even as Suzuki mouths back at Joseph, lips sealing the smoke in him. Smoke should be escaping through his nostrils, but it’s clear Joseph’s keeping it in him on purpose. Feeling along the walls of his throat, reacting with every jaw movement, with every swallow, with every contracting muscle. Suzuki inhales without thinking. Feels smoke glide down his throat, pool in his lungs, swirling and twisting in him, covering every surface it can find. Suzuki wonders what the walls of his organs feel like. Can he feel the ridges along the inside of his throat? The muscles moving when he swallows? The tension from holding his breath in? When Suzuki exhales, Joseph finally breaks the seal and groans. The smoke finally slides out of him, heavy and light, dragging but airy, clinging but smooth- the faintest feeling of resistance as he breathes it all out, like it’s trying to grab hold of him, of his insides.