We're showering together again, one of our favorite activities. Kissing each other, running our hands over each other. Lathering each other everywhere - you play with my cock and I play with yours, you slip two fingers inside my boycunt and work them in and out as you kiss and lick my neck and shoulder, knowing just how to drive me crazy. By the time we're ready to get out of the shower I'm a quivering, panting mess - so willing for you to just bend me over and fuck me.
But you've got that look in your eye again, the "things I am going to do to you" look I've learned to recognize and love. The look that anyone with sanity should fear, perhaps, like being hunted by a wolf who's seen dinner. I of course lost my sanity around the time of the twerking gremlins and the Stop Being Hot pic, and it's just gotten worse by the day. I would walk through fire for you, beloved.
Instead, I will become a spirit of fire.
Once we're out of the shower, you pick me up - fuck, you're so strong - and carry me to the bed. You put me down, and I try to pull you down with me, but you growl at me, grab me by the hair, and drag me into position - face down, ass up. You tell me to stay just like that.
I wait, but I can't resist wiggling my ass at you, like the brat I am.
The next thing I know, you're tying my right wrist, tethering me to the bedpost. Then the left. Then for good measure, my left ankle, then my right. I can't go any fucking where, you can do anything you fucking want to me, I am completely helpless...
...and I trust you. I trust you with my life.
"Good cub," you say, resting your hand on my head for a minute, then you smack my ass. I moan, my boycunt throbbing - I'm already drenched, and now it's dripping down my thighs.
You remind me of our agreement - that every time I top you, you get to do worse to me - and that makes me drip some more, knowing you mean it. And I crave it, with every fiber of my being.
All I can do is whisper, "Yes, milord," and then you smack my ass again.
You get behind me, and I wait, my body quivering - already going out of my mind and you haven't even started. When you do, it's to lean in and start kissing the back of my neck, the back of my shoulders, your hands roaming over my back and ass and the back of my thighs, and your mouth follows the trail of your fingers, down my spine, kissing and nibbling my ass cheeks. I can hear myself moaning, my juices still dripping, lost in sensation, wanting you so badly, melting to your sweet loving care.
But not too sweet. You spank my ass again, the left cheek then the right, and then you give that growl.
You dive in, and I cry out as your tongue fucks my boycunt, lashing at my inner walls, your fingers on my cock. Then the fingers of your other hand are in my ass, as your tongue keeps working its magic. The entire universe just disappears and the only thing that exists is this, you devouring me like the wolf you are, and all I can do is moan and howl and almost sob as you drive me to that edge.
Before I can come, you're licking my ass, and the fingers that were playing with my cock are in my boycunt, making that hooking motion, driving me wild. I'm calling out your name, crying out for Daddy, begging, shaking, so desperate to come but never wanting you to fucking stop.
You go back and forth between my holes, fingering one as you eat the other, and I'm losing my fucking mind. After awhile I can't even make words, can't say your name, can only make noises like I'm a bitch in heat.
Your bitch. Your faggot bitch.
When you slap my ass again, I know what's up. We've talked about this enough times, now it's on. I'm finally going to give you what I don't give anyone else, what was taken by force, now given to you freely, shamelessly, wantonly, needing it like the air I breathe.
But first - the warmup. You get in position behind me and I moan as you push inside my boycunt, inch by inch, until you bottom out, filling me completely. I sigh at that wonderful feeling of connection, the two of us one flesh, my beloved, my mate.
You start moving, thrusting, your cock in my boycunt, claiming me with each stroke, making me yours over and over again. One hand plays with my cock and the other is fingering my ass, readying me for what's to come. I find my words again, begging Daddy for more, telling you how fucking good you feel inside me, what a slut I am for Daddy's cock, begging you to make me your dirty faggot fuckboi slut.
I beg you until you break and then with that growl, you pull out of my boycunt, and your fingers leave my ass for just a moment - to get lubed up. Your cock is plenty wet from my cream, but you still ready that as well, I hear you groaning as you stroke yourself with it.
You lick and finger my ass some more, wanting to make sure I'm really ready - wanting to tease, driving me to that edge again, where nothing else matters but pleasure and WANT. And then, at last, you give in, pushing slowly inside my ass - so careful even through the heat of your need for me - and we both moan when you've bottomed out.
You fuck my ass slowly, sweetly, as you finger my boycunt. When we're both getting into it, our breath in shaky gasps, you pause, and I whine in protest - and then there's a toy, entering my boycunt.
A wolf knot.
As I take your knot in my boycunt and your cock in my ass, you tell me what a good cub I am, taking it for Daddy, and I moan like a bitch - I love how completely slutty I am, taking cock in both holes... being claimed by you with every part of me.
We move again, finding that rhythm of your cock in my ass and the knot in my boycunt, filling me, owning me, deliciously YOURS. You fuck me and fuck me until I'm a wreck, so close to coming, but never wanting you to stop fucking me, possessing me, needing to feel you claim me and claim me. And then you're right there too, and you tell me how close you are. You tell me to be a good boy and come with Daddy.
I'm undone, crying out your name, then calling you Daddy as I climax, so intense with both my holes full, and when I feel you come inside me my body shudders again. I love the feel of you breeding me.
The bliss intensifies as you lap your own cum out of my hole - I feel like I could die from pleasure.
You untie me, and pull me close. I love the snuggling as much as I love the sex, feeling so safe in your arms, so loved by you - and I love you so much, my beloved, my soulmate, my everything. As filthy and nasty as our sex was, it was also sacred and beautiful, and I feel radiant with that light now, lost in your eyes, your smile, feeling pure joy.
Thank you for being you, and for being mine, as I am yours.
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