Day 16. Monster-kinktober: Animal Impulses + Sensory Depravation/Watersports

A/N: A lil twist to the plot here, enjoy!

Werewolf x gn!reader || blindfolds, watersports, marking, bondage, pet play, dom/sub (reader!dom), smell-kink (?) || tw: piss

The “animal impulses” of your werewolf boyfriend started almost as a joke. But it turned stupid pretty fast. He insisted on you throwing him a stick every once in a while. He wanted you to take him out on a run every day, and he even got to a point when he barked at you. Literally barked when you annoyed him. You almost pissed yourself laughing. It was cute and funny, and you wanted to kiss him senseless every time something like that happened.

One day you threw a stick when you were walking through a forest, and he leaped to get it, making you laugh as he came back to you, his body wriggling excitedly. You joked that he acted like a pet, and his broken whine was more than telling. You stared at him dumb-folded, not believing you just discovered one of his kinks because you were playing catch with a werewolf.

And weirdly enough… you liked it.

So you planned how to explore that new part of him (and you). It was hard to make him submit, his instincts being too present most of the time. But this time around the one being claimed was him. You wanted to destroy him for everyone else, you wanted to mark him so completely he could never think of another human again. You wanted to consume his mind until his only animal impulse was to follow you like a good pet.

You wanted it, and he wanted it, too.

That’s how you found yourself tying him to the bed, arms and legs far apart and anchored to the frame, big enough to restrain a wolf. But that wasn’t enough, you needed to stop his other senses, too. So you blindfolded him and tied your used panties to his nose, making him whine as he tried to get the cuffs off, sniffing your desire with each breath he took. He he looked so adorably pathetic that you leaned down and kissed his open mouth, surprising him, who whined and tried to follow your mouth. You giggled and walked away from the bed, taking off your clothes slowly.

You looked at him for a long time, just enjoying every twitch and movement, the way his cock kept leaking even when you weren’t touching him. It was more than arousing to have such a big monster at your mercy, the power trip was driving you a bit insane. You approached the mattress slowly, walking quietly so he would have a hard time placing your movements. When you reached out and grabbed his dick in on fluid movement, he screamed.

You started slowly, jerking him off without rush or goal in mind, just teasing him as he struggled against the restraints. He looked so pretty all needy and desperate. “So hard for me, mmmm…” You appreciative hum made his ears twitch, you giggled, jerking him off a tiny bit faster. “Do you want to come, pet?”

He tried to speak, but what came out of him was just a broken whimper. You smiled, almost cruelly, down at him. So pathetic and needy, tied and blindfolded, but so submissive for you. “What was that? You don’t want to come? I can leave, then.” You took your hand off his dick and he cried out.

“No!” His scream made you laugh as he tried to raise his hips to your hand, making his body vibrate with need and embarrassment. You took pity on him and took his dick in your hand again.

You asked: “What do you want?” Your hand still working his dick slowly, your nails caressing the underside of his cock, right at the point that made him roll his eyes into his head every time you did it.

“I want to come.” He whined pathetically. Your brow lifted, and your hand traveled down to squeeze his balls, making him cry out again and choke out: “I want to come, your grace.”

“That’s better, pet.” You whispered, lowering yourself over him and licking his open mouth. He tried to move his head and catch you, but you didn’t let him. This wasn’t about what he wanted, but what you were going to give him. As much as you wanted, for as long as you wanted. And he would take it like a good pet.

“I want to be a good boy. Your good boy,” he added. You could feel his body vibrating trying to go against his instincts, trying to submit, and you loved it. “Mark me, your grace, please, please. Mark me.” He pleaded, sounding delicious and desperate, the right amount of neediness to make you lose your mind.

“Aww, you beg so beautifully,” you cooed at him, your voice sounded so rough it didn’t even feel like yourself, you were as desperate as him, but not to come, but to make him wild. “Okay, pet. You earned it,” you whispered against his ear, kissing his cheek when you moved into position.

Getting on your knees right over him, you let your bladder go as the same time you took your panties from his face. (Thank the goddess you bought the water repellent sheets.) The combination of you relieving yourself on him and the smell of you on his skin made him lose it. He started to cry out, two wet spots appearing under the blindfold as he cried in pleasure, his dick twitching under you as he came apart without your hands on him.

You smiled as you took off his blindfold and he blinked his teary eyes at you, uncoordinated and hooded, completely fucked out.

At the end of the day, his animal instincts were strong, but his need to submit to you was stronger.