Mark me, mate

Commission for anon

Request: NSFW m/m story with a professor dragon monster/reader. The dragon professor comforts the struggling student reader, the professor would be one of those mean and blunt seeming people but really kind and has a very soft spot for the reader. And it would end up as a watersports story where they both piss on each other or something. Make the story very fluffy, and at least comforting when the prof is comforting the struggling student reader.

Dragon (POV) x male!reader || watersports || tw: piss

You handle the last paper trying not to flinch internally. You already knew it was bad, but seeing the big F at the top of the paper is gonna do a big number on him. Fuck. “Better luck next time.” You mutter as you pass him the paper. He looks up at you and down to the paper, instant tears appearing in his precious eyes. Fuck, fuck and triple fuck. You feel like shit seeing him like that, but it’s not like you can stop the class and console him, even if he’s your boyfriend.

So you wait, you finish the class trying not to look in his direction and when everyone is leaving you softly tell him to wait a few seconds. He does just that, stands there until everyone else leaves, looking down meanwhile. He looks like a kicked puppy and you feel awful. But you had your ethics, not for dating him you were going to be easy on him on class. You aren’t like that, and he wouldn’t accept it either.

“Are you okay?” You ask, your voice soft and understanding.

He looks up at you and you see the hurt in his eyes, and it pains you when he says: “I- Yes. I’m okay.”

Ouch. “Don’t lie to me, please.”

“I just- I feel like shit. I though this would be good for me. I know it would be hard, but this is just… too much, sometimes. I don’t know if I can do it. Maybe I can’t. Maybe I’m just stupid and can’t deal with this and I’m going to fail everything and, and…” He sniffles and you can’t hold back anymore. You throw your arms around his human body and squeeze him as hard as you can without breaking him.

“That’s not true, darling. This is just a step in the journey. You failed a couple tests, but that’s not the end of the world even if it feels like it right now.” You kiss the top of his head. “You will try harder, you will do better, and if you don’t, that’s also okay. Bad grades don’t make you less than anybody, it doesn’t make you bad. You are amazing and caring and fantastic, and all of that is not forgotten just because you failed a couple papers or tests. You ARE worth everything, with or without good grades.” You know you are being too intense, but you can’t see him suffering and not try to comfort him with everything you got.

“Do you really mean that?” He asks, his voice little and his eyes filled with tears, some of them already rolling down his face.

“Yes, I do. I’m proud of you no matter what that paper says. Or any other paper. I’m proud of you,” you repeat. You wrap your wings and tail around him, trying to create a perfect cocoon where his struggles don’t exist and he’s nothing but happy. You know that’s not possible, but surround him completely, trying to offer him as much consolation as possible.

He sobs against your chest and you want to squeeze him until all the sadness leaves, until he stops feeling like he’s useless just because some grades weren’t as high as he hoped for. And you want to go back and kick every single person in his life that made him feel like his only value was passing exams. That was fucked up.

“But- But… I don’t want to embarrass you. I don’t want you to feel like I’m stupid compared to all of your smart friends.” His voice breaks at the end and your heart does, too. You feel like shit for doing anything that could have made him feel like that.

“That’s where you are wrong, my sweet, you are smart. Grades and papers aren’t a scale about how smart you are, you are interesting and you know so much stuff about topics that I can’t even comprehend… Just because you did bad here, doesn’t mean you are not smart. You are. Of course you are.”

He sniffles and pulls away, wiping away the tears and kissing you softly. “Really?” His voice is so little you want to hug him again, but a single tear rolls down his face and you want to make him forget. To make him feel better more than anything.

“Really. Now, let me take you home and run you a bath,” you don’t like baths that much, but you know he loves them, and he needs to relax, to forget for a bit about the worries of the world and his life.

“Will you bath with me?” He asks, voice little and still unsure. Your heart squeezes, wanting to solve every single problem and doubt inside of him.

“Sure thing.” His smile is worth every second of being uncomfortable in a too-little bathtub.

As soon as you get home, you two are naked and ready to shower, his body still not relaxed enough. You enter the tub, your wings weirdly situated, but all is forgotten as soon as he enters and sits on your lap. His awesome ass right over your dick. You kiss the back of his neck, and bite softly the side. He turns his head to the side to give you better access and you reward him with a hickey. He moans deep and long.

You are lazily caressing his sides when he starts to grind his ass back into your lap. “What are you doing?” You ask, already smelling his desire in the air.

“I want to make you feel good,” his sweet tone mixed with the movement of his hips is rapidly unleashing your inner dragon, ready to mate, ready to claim him. You breathe hard, trying not to burn anything, like other times...

You put your arms around his middle, softly caressing his lower abdomen as he squirms and rocks back against your lap. It’s a slow torture to have him like that. Not two seconds later, your hands are on his cock and he’s groaning as he grabs his cheeks and accommodates your own cock between them.

You slowly rock your hips up, your dick catching on his hole as he groans and rocks back and forth. It’s like he doesn’t know if he prefers the feel of your cock against his asshole or your clawed hand against his dick. It’s exhilarating, and soft, and fucking phenomenal.

Your hand moves up and down his shaft as he keeps bouncing on your cock. He’s groaning and moaning in the best symphony you’ve ever heard. He sounds so erotic you are losing your mind a little, smoke leaving your nostrils with each exhale.

When he comes, he grunts in such a way that propels you to your own orgasm, painting the water with your mixed come. He’s panting when he falls back into your chest and nuzzles the side of your neck, kissing your scales softly. “I love you.”

Something inside of you awakens at that moment, like a new part of you is now accessible. And inside… it’s the purest and deepest sense of belonging you feel with him. You don’t say anything, just hug him tighter for a long while, until the water is turning cold, and reluctantly, you two get out.

He’s drying himself when you can’t hold yourself any longer and ask: “Would you… Would you mark me?” You are scared that it would draw him away, but also too invested in your relationship to not say anything about it.

He looks at you with the most confused face ever. “What?” You have to smile at him, he’s too handsome not to want to cuddle and embrace him every time you look at his precious face.

You take a deep breath and slowly say: “Mark me. Pee on me. I want to have your smell over me.” It’s a big step, you two know it’s a big step. You told him about dragon mating rituals a long time ago, and now… Now it feels right. It feels like it’s the correct moment.

He looks at you surprised, his face adorably flushed. “Are you sure?” There’s a hit of doubt in his tone and you want to hug him so badly, but you need to talk this through, first.

“Yes.” He’s about to cut you, but you raise a hand and keep talking, “I know it doesn’t mean the same to humans, but… it means a lot to dragons, to smell like their mate.” You say that last word with reverence, as it should be said. It means a lot to dragons, and he… He is. He is your mate.

He looks at you like you just turned orange or something, completely confused but with a hint of hope in his eyes. “Do you mean it? Do you consider me as your mate?” He chokes on the last word, his eyes teary, but this time for a good reason.

You approach him and softly tell him: “Yes.”

His blush is in the prettiest shade of pink you can imagine. “Do it. Do it to me.” You look at him, confused, but then it clicks.

“Oh… Do you want me to pee on you, darling?” You can’t hide your smirk even if you tried, and the tenderness in your voice. You are so fucking in love with him that it hurts to look at his face sometimes.

“Yes, please. Mark me, mate.” That word, directed to you, makes your insides turn and twist, such hope and happiness filling you that you feel like you could fly away into the stars.

You peck on his lips and tell him: “Your wish is my command.” He walks to the bathtub and gets inside again. You follow him. When you are face to face, he kisses you until you are panting, and falls to his knees. Your wings flutter behind you, knocking some useless decoration of the wall. You don’t give a fuck about it right now.

You look down at him, on his knees for you and feel a sudden wave of affection so deep and so real that it scares you a bit, but your body has no doubts or confusion. Your body is more than ready to mark him. To have him smell like you, so every other creature he crosses paths with know who does your human belong to.

You start slowly, a clear liquid falling onto his chest as he groans. You see his dick twitch and bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning. He’s really into this, and you can’t be more sure that you are deeply in love with your mate. He’s not only letting you mark him, he’s enjoying it so much that his dick is filling back again after coming not more than ten minutes ago.

“I love you so fucking much,” you tell him. He looks up at you and opens his mouth, catching the last drops in his mouth as he stands up and launches for your mouth. You two kiss deeply, until you are feeling all kinds of hot and bothered over again. “Let’s take this to the bed, shall we?”

“Yes… Take me to bed, mate.” That word on his lips makes you feel like the luckiest dragon of the universe.