EXTRA Day 1. Monster-kinktober: Marking the territory + Cockring-plugs/Massaging

A/N: Surpise second story for day 1 because someone requested this idea and I was inspired. If you want to give me some request for the prompts on the monster-kinktober list (not the exclusive ones), just send me a message and if I'm inspired you might get more than one extra story this month (no promises tho). Enjoy!

Request: a sub/needy werewolf x fem domme reader who uses an prostate massager on her werewolf bf and edges him till he goes feral? really drawn out edging/ whimpering needy mess maybe even premature ejaculation.

Werewolf x fem!reader || prostate massage, dom/sub dynamic (fem dom), edging, dub-con, sex toys

He was so insistent on marking his territory, aka marking you, that it was getting really old really fast that he had to scent mark you and especially your things constantly. At first it was super cute, he would approach you and rub his face all over your neck, he would kiss you and rub his hands over your hair…

All that was rapidly forgotten the first time he decided to pee on your dirty clothes. And then he did something even worse: he decided it would be great to come all over your clean clothes. You knew it was instinct, you knew it was because you were newly mated, and you knew it was because his rut wasn’t too far away… But you were fed up with his bullshit.

The third time you found him jerking off on your clean clothes you were over his bullshit. “What are you doing?” You asked, fuming.

He turned around so fast that he wasn’t even able to let go of his dick. “Nothing!” He choked out, trying to get his dick inside his pants but fumbling with the waistband instead.

“Liar. You were going to do it again,” you stated. Your inner domme appeared, too mad with him to even process your next words completely: “You need a punishment.”

“I do?” He asked, he looked at you with puppy eyes and you almost, almost, forgave him. He looked guilty as fuck and you almost felt bad for him, then you remembered you had to throw away one of your shirts because he came so much on it you couldn’t save it.

“Bed. Naked. Now!” You ordered slowly, looking at him with fire in your eyes. He ran to the bed so fast he tripped on the rug, clothes half way off, and face-planted to the mattress. If you weren’t as mad you’d be worried, but you were on him instantly. “Face down, pet,” you ordered, reaching out to grab the lube, already squirting some in your fingers and warming it up a bit, you weren’t heartless after all.

He was in such a rush to obey that you hear his shirt tearing, but you didn’t care, he presented you with his pretty ass and you were ready for him. You slapped his ass-cheek loudly, making him whine and whimper. When you pushed the tip of your finger inside, he cried out pathetically, coming instantly and making a mess under him.

“Such an eager pet that you couldn’t even hold it in?” You tsk-ed him and slapped his ass again, making him groan. “Bad pet,” you chastised with another slap. “Now you earned another punishment.”

You pushed your finger fully inside, thrusting a couple times before he started to cry out again, oversensitive. But you didn’t give him a heads up before entering a second finger, finding his prostate immediately. He screamed your name and started a chorus of ah ah ah with each rub of your fingers over his sweet spot.

He kept pushing back onto your hand and you were getting annoyed. “Who said you could move, pet? You have no power here.” You knew you were asking a lot out of him, but when he did it again, you slapped his ass once more, getting up and grabbing your enchanted werewolf-proofed restrains. He looked at you over his shoulder with big pleading eyes, but didn’t dare to say anything about it.

You tied his hands to the headboard and caressed his back until his breathing was under control again. Then restarted your punishment. You pressed against his prostate with two fingers, making lazy patters over it as you smiled at his arched back. He looked so good when he was all subby… You kissed his back and pressed harder, making him cry out. You felt his balls getting tight, he was about to come, and then you stopped. He screamed your name, looking over his shoulder with sad eyes. You didn’t give up, doing it over and over, pushing him to the edge and stopping. And again. And again. And again…

You didn’t know how much time it passed, transfixed by the stretch of his hole around your fingers, the pathetic sounds he was making… but when you heard a low growl, you looked up at him. His fangs were bared and his eyes were completely black. He was getting more and more wild, trying to get out of the restrains. You laughed cruelly at him and pressed against his prostate furiously. He howled, his back arched unnaturally. He never looked prettier.

You felt his balls getting tight again, and you almost gave up and let him come, but he looked so good all feral and desperate, all snappy and needy... You stopped. He howled again, too far gone to say anything. He snapped his teeth at you and you laughed cruelly. “You were bad, you don’t get to come. And now you are going to be a good pet and take this plug. And if you are good, I might let you come later.” He whined when he realized you weren’t joking. He was unable to form words around his fangs, but he tried to fight the restrains as you pressed the plug inside of him. You almost felt bad, but when he cried out in ecstasy and you saw precum forming a pool under him… You smiled.

You got up and caressed his sweaty hair, kissing his forehead and leaving him there. You’d come for him later… maybe.