Pretty little red dress

Request: an m/m story with reader and a fat gruff blunt dino bf with a heart of gold where the reader comes in extremely distressed trying to sneak around, but the dino bf catches reader in a dress and other feminine clothing for the first time, causing him to break down and sob before running to his room when the dino bf enters the room, he asks what happened and the reader tells him about how he wanted to wear dresses and stuff but was called ugly and disgusting by people. the story is a intense hurt/comfort with so much fluff as the dino reassures and comforts him before fucking him with watersports in it

A/N: I couldn’t fit the watersports in, didn’t feel okay with the flow of the story. Sorry for that but I hope you enjoy! Plus, highly recommend Maz Maddox RELIC series if you like were-dinos and m/m stories.

Were-dinosaur x male!reader || hurt/comfort, rimming (lowkey), anal sex || tw: self-esteem issues, lowkey internalized homophobia

You tiptoe your way into the house, trying not to make too much noise as you hear your were-dino boyfriend moving around in the kitchen. He’s probably making dinner for both of you, and that makes your insides clench in an uncomfortable way, the knot in your throat only worsening as you walk a bit faster to your room. You almost made it before the first sob leaves your mouth, and you listen carefully as your boyfriend’s movements stop, no more noise in the kitchen, only his big feet hitting the floor as he approaches you. You run to the room, and you almost get the door closed before he pushes it open.

He looks stunning, his moss-green scales shiny, and his thin-pupils scanning the room looking for the distressing factor. “What are you…” He stops in his tracks when he gets a good look at you, staring at your long skirt and flowery crop-top. You try to hide, covering your body as best as you can and trying to run to the bathroom, but he catches you mid way. “You look… You look…” His mouth is gaping open, his long fangs showing.

“Disgusting? Ugly? Perverted?” You offer, feeling each word like a stab against your heart. You try to forget what they said, but the words keep spinning in your brain, making you feel awful as you try really hard not to cry.

“What? No!” He looks insulted. “Who told you that?” He growls, threateningly. You don’t answer, but your heart is beating so fast you can feel it in every cell of your body. You look down, trying to hide your shame. “Hey, look at me.” He pressed one of his claws under your chin and pushes up until you are staring into his eyes. “You look stunning.” The sincerity in his tone makes you want to melt into a puddle.

“You don’t really mean that,” you tell him, a self-depicting chuckle leaving your mouth as you swallow back tears.

“Of course I do. You are the most wonderful person I know, and you always look good enough to eat. I don’t fucking care what you wear. Well, that’s a lie.” Your heart skips a beat, but then he adds: “I would love to see you wearing some pretty lingerie and a short dress…” He almost purrs the last part, and you let out a watery giggle. He wipes your face with his scaly hands, making you giggle at the feel of it.

“Do you really mean that? Don’t you… Don’t you think it’s weird? Or ugly?” Those awful peoples’ words still resonating in your brain, making you want to cry again.

“I could never think something you wear is ugly, I would never use the world ugly to describe anything you do, my love,” he kisses your forehead and you melt, your legs almost giving out under you, your body relaxing after the stress of everything that happened. “Are we clear?” He asks just for clarification, making you giggle again. You nod, hugging his middle and burying your head in his chest. “Okay… Now, now… Where were you hiding these clothes and why haven’t I seen you with them?” You point behind your shoulder, your face still pressed against his chest. “Would you show me?”

“Really?” You mumble against his chest, more tears flowing.

“Yes. I want to see every part of you, my love. So, you are going to get a pretty dress out, and you are going to show me how good you look on it… And then I’m going to fuck you until your legs are trembling and you have no doubt how fucking perfect you are, no matter what you wear.” His words make your dick twitch, and you let out a tiny whimper as he slowly untangles your arms from his middle, pointing at the wardrobe and patting your ass when you turn around.

You grab one of the dresses you’ve never worn outside, a tiny red thing that looked very pretty on the model and you liked how it felt over your body. You hide yourself in the bathroom as you change, feeling a bit shy and a lot nervous as you look at your reflection. You are thinking of not coming out, but at the end of the day, you know your boyfriend would never do or say anything mean, he’s just that good.

As you walk out of the bathroom, his jaw falls to the floor, his eyes getting bigger as you watch in fascination how his dick gets incredibly hard in his pants. He rubs his claw over the fabric, making your mouth dry as you approach him, twirling around to show him fully. Your heart is pounding, but his reaction is powering you though.

His manhandles (dinosaur-handles?) you around until you are facing the far wall, and pushes your back lightly until you are bent down, your lack of underwear evident as he groans at the sight of your gaping hole. You might have been a bit too naughty and fingered yourself in preparation for it. He pushes two fingers inside your gaping hole, making you moan as he whimpers behind you, saying something in his mother tongue that you can’t understand but sounds a lot like a prayer.

That’s all you hear before his face is buried between your cheeks and he’s tonguing your hole until you feel your knees turning to jelly. He catches you before you fall to the ground, his hands helping you straddle his lap, positioning yourself for…

He hits home in a powerful thrust that makes you scream, your eyes rolling back into your head. He sets a punishing pace, chanting compliments about the dress and how pretty you look as he fucks in and out of you, one of your hands finds your dick and you start jerking off in tandem with his movements.

He pretzels you, pushing your legs up and holding you there as he gets up and walks to the big mirror across the room. He uses his leverage and strength to bounce your body on his cock, the image on the mirror completely lewd as you throw your head back and scream his name. His dick is hitting your prostate, and your brain is short-circuiting.

“Don’t look away, my love. I want you to see what your tiny dress does to me, what seeing you wearing that did to me,” he grunts in your ear. You look at the mirror again, your eyes zeroing in his dick disappearing and reappearing from your gaping hole. “Just like that, you see how beautiful you are? How good and pretty?” You feel a knot in your throat at his words, but you nod eagerly, wanting to come more than anything.

“Please…” You let out in a choked breath, a single tear running down your cheek. He licks it away, his hands too occupied holding you up. You are so close…

“Come for me, my love. Let me see how pretty you look when you come around my monster dick.” And with that you are done, screaming his name and coming messily all over the mirror in front of you. He growls behind you, his big head thrown back as you feel the burn of his hot semen inside of you.

People can be really mean… but your were-dino boyfriend loves you, and that is enough.