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Werewolf Boyfriend: Ezra 2 (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-05-06 19:01:00 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
Since your family lives close to the Navy base, Ezra would meet with you quite a bit to have dinners and hang out. But you still haven’t met any of Ezra’s family. You’ve talked to his mother on the phone a few times, but nothing beyond that. And their place was literally across the country. So when the opportunity arose, you both decided it would be best to move closer to his hometown. Most of your family are career naval officers, so travel for them would be easier, and it would work out better for you since there’s a college there as well. You’d be able to finish your degree, and Ezra would be close to home. He never let it on, but you could tell sometimes he was homesick. He talked to his family regularly, and you often heard him lamenting not being able to participate in local traditions.
Ezra is a werewolf, and being out at sea isn’t exactly common for such creatures, but it was something he wanted to do to honor his grandfather, so he made it work. Lucky he did, or else you never would have met him.
The plans to move have been set, and Ezra’s family is happy to find a home for you to move into. Ezra’s mother sends you pictures almost every day of houses she’s visiting. Ezra is still busy finishing things up with work, so aside from glancing at some pictures, he leaves the approval of the house to you. You have a week off together just to pack up the trailer you’ve rented. You’re excited, as you’ve mostly lived in military housing all your life. It’s going to be nice to live in the woods, in a quaint little house that doesn’t look prefab in the slightest. It will also be your first time living on the west coast.
“I’m not looking forward to driving for so long,” Ezra moans as you make an early stop to top off the gas and buy some snacks.
“You’ve been on a ship for weeks at a time before,” you say, stuffing a cooler with peach sodas.
He makes a face somewhere between grimace and a sneer. “That’s different. You can move around on a boat. You can get out of your room on a boat. In a car? You’re trapped.”
You smile, trying to hold back any sarcastic comments. “We can make stops.”
“Yeah, but still.” Ezra finishes filling up the car and puts the hose back. “I don’t like being cooped up like this.”
“Even with me?” You hop into the car.
“I get cranky, I don’t wanna snap at you.” He takes the passenger’s seat.
You smirk as you pull out of the gas station. “If you do, I’ll just slam on the brakes and make you hit your big head against the window.”
Ezra gives you a puppy-dog pout. “I have a big head?”
The drive isn’t so bad, and your family used to take long trips at least six times a year, depending on your dad’s work and what your mom wanted to do. When you can see Ezra getting antsy, you try to find somewhere to pull over so he could get a breather. It does slow the trip a little bit, but have some fun at a few of the stops, hidden gemstones like niche diners, strange boutiques, and a couple of tourist attractions. Going through Georgia, you find an entire town that looks like a German village, such a cliche tourist trap. But Ezra drinks too much in the pub at lunch, and he passes out for the remainder of the day.
When you arrive at your new home, you have to shake him awake. He grumbles and grunts, eventually coming to. “Are we here already?” He looks up, rubbing his eyes. “Wait, what’re we doing here?”
“You passed out as soon as we drove off. This is our new place. I told you we would be stopping here first.”
You get out of the car as Ezra opens his door. A cross look comes over Ezra’s face. “This isn’t our new place,” he says. “You must have gotten the addresses mixed up.”
You look at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Ezra’s mother comes out and beams brightly. “Look at you!” she squeals, rushing up and hugging her son. “You’re growing your beard back out!”
“I can now,” he chuckles.
His mother, Melody, is a dog trainer and groomer who had written a few books on the subject. She looks quite young, almost ageless. “You look just like your father with all that scruff,” she laughs.
“He looks good with it,” you add.
“He does!” Melody beams at you and wraps you up in a warm hug. “So good to meet you face to face. Now come! We just finished cleaning.” She takes your hand to lead you inside.
“Mom,” Ezra protests. “What do you mean? We’re supposed to be going to our new place.”
“But you are! This is your new home.” She motions to the house. “Surprise!”
Ezra looks at you, but you have to admit you’re just as confused as he is. “This is the one I picked out. It has everything we discussed.”
“This is MY house,” Ezra says. “I grew up here.”
“Huh?” You look at Melody. “This is yours?”
“Ezra’s father and I have been wanting to get a smaller house with more land. When you told us you were moving, we thought this would be the perfect idea. We always promised Ezra the house in the end. We thought, why not now?”
“But the first and last month’s rent we sent over…” You gasp.
“We used it to deep-clean and make repairs to the place. We also got rid of the carpet and put down hardwood as a welcome-home present.” Melody tugs your hand. “Now come along! I want to show it off to you.”
“Mom, this is crazy!” Ezra says as he follows. “You can’t just give us this place. Let us at least pay for something.”
“I make good money with the books and the advice columns I write,” Melody huffs, adamant. “The place your father and I found is more than affordable for us. My only request is that you house your siblings when they wander home on holidays.”
Ezra scowls. “I knew there was a catch.”
Melody winks. “This way, this way.” She gives you a tour of the house, telling you intimate details of the home and special events that occurred in each corner. Ezra isn’t happy about some of them, but he starts to smile the more you explore.
“Once Ezekial comes back, we can start unloading if you’d like,” Melody says.
“That’s fine. I think Ezra needs to stretch his legs for a bit after being cooped up in that car for so long.” You look out the door as Ezra goes around the corner.
“I’ll go and get something we can eat later. Chicken okay?” Melody asks.
You nod, and she leaves. You find Ezra standing in the center of the backyard. Melody used it as her dog training camp, but everything has been taken down and moved. Ezra looks behind him as you emerge from the house, and smiles.
“I showed you pictures. How did you not know?”
“Guess I wasn’t paying attention,” he huffs. “I trusted you to find us a good house.” He looks back out over the yard, which ends in the woods. “I wonder if that old fort is still standing,” he murmurs.
“You have a fort?”
He nods. “Me and my brothers would go out into the woods to play. All of us had our first change early, so we would go out there and play lost boy werewolves,” he says with a grin. “Like most boys, we were idiots.”
You chuckle. “Of course.”
“We built a little hut out of things we stole from our dad. When he caught us I thought for sure he’d tear it down, but instead he taught us the proper way to construct things, then made us pay him back for everything we took. Come on, let's go see.”
He holds out his hand, and you take it and follow him into the woods. You go farther than you expected, following an old trail worn into the dirt, until you come upon a small clearing between two big stones and large pine trees. The area is crusted over with old pine needles, leaves, and sticks, but you can see a small hut made from lumber and rusted tin, with a small circle of stones around it.
Ezra kneels in the doorway, looking inside the hut. He reaches in and pulls out an old cigar box. He laughs, dusting it off and opening it. “I can’t believe this shit is still here. It’s got to be twenty years since any of us were last here.”
You sit down on a rock as he goes through the cigar box, pulling out old toy cars, a couple of action figures, and a book of matches. “Oh god,” you snort as you look at the matches.
“Hey, we were dumb. We were lucky we didn’t start a forest fire or something.” He pulls out a pipe and sighs heavily. “My god. you should see the beer cans in there. Wow,” Ezra guffaws as he sits down, closing the cigar box. “If only my parents knew.”
“I’m sure they had to have an inkling. Your dad knew about this place, he must have known you and your brothers would use it for… high school shit.”
You kiss his cheek, and he bursts out laughing. “Isaac, Hiram and I used to get into so much trouble. I’m amazed we all became as successful as we did.”
“Everyone gets into trouble. That doesn’t mean you don’t have the same chance to succeed as everyone else.” You pick up the cigar box. “Plenty of successful people have smoked pot in the woods. Just look at Willie Nelson.”
Ezra cracks up. His smile is radiant, and his eyes are bright as he smiles at you. A look of awe comes over his face, and he sighs. “You know what? I had then planned another way…” He gets up, reaching into his pocket. “But, I can’t help but feel this is perfect.” He gets on one knee.
“No! The fuck!” you blurt.
Ezra grins. “Oh, yes. Perfect.” He holds out an open ring box. “I think you know where this is going. And you would honor me by wearing this ring for the rest of our lives.”
You stare down at the simple ring, exactly what you had gushed over in an antique store. He must have gone back to get it at some point. You look him in the eye. “Right next to your beer shed?”
Ezra laughs and nods. “Yes. Right next to it.”
You sniffle, pressing your hands over your face. “Okay!”
“Yes?” Ezra beams.
“Yeah!” you exclaim happily.
Ezra shakily puts the ring on your finger. He looks at you, his eyes still bright, and you grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss. He hugs you tightly, picking you up off the ground and spinning you around. Once you get back to the house, you show Ezra’s parents the ring. Ezekiel, Ezra’s dad, picks you up the same way Ezra did. Melody begins crying and gushing about how she’s always wanted a daughter.
You take a break from unpacking, so that evening you and Ezra have to sleep on a mattress in an empty house. You at least manage to find the blankets so you can make the bed. You sit on the floor, drinking wine and eating the leftover fried chicken Melody brought over. You keep looking at the ring, smiling tranquilly. “I knew you were going to do it soon. I just didn’t realize it’d be so soon.”
“I wanted to do it once we had moved in, but it ended up working out better this way.” Ezra takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Do you like it?”
“I love it!” You crawl over to him, kissing him. “Can I show you how much I love it?”
You tickle your fingers down his chin and onto his chest. Ezra smirks, leaning back against his arms. “Aren’t you tired?”
You shake your head, tugging up Ezra’s shirt to get a good view of his hairy chest and stomach. “Not at all.”
He takes your hand again. “I’ve got an idea.” He takes the blanket off the bed. “Since my courtship was a little strange, due to being at sea, I’d like to show you how it’s done Hearthway Hollow style.”
“The beer shed?” you snicker.
“It doesn’t have to be there,” he shrugs. “It just usually happens in the woods.”
You bite your lip, looking him up and down. “You’ll shift?”
“You always have to,” he grins.
You get up and go with him into the woods. You reach the clearing where the fort is, and Ezra lays the blanket down on the leaves. He strips off his clothes, shifting into his werewolf form as you watch. You touch him, running your fingers through his fur. You run your hands down to his hips, kneading them gently before sliding them around. You touch the base of his shaft, feeling him growing warmer and thicker. “What would you like me to do?” Ezra whispers into your ear. His claws brush away your hair so he can nip at your ear.
“Should we do what werewolves do?”
You see his tongue dart out between his sharp teeth. “There are lots of ways to do that.” Ezra drags his hand down your chest and tugs up your shirt, finding you aren’t wearing a bra. He grins, rubbing his leathery paw against your breast, then leans down, kissing you. Your back hits a tree and Ezra reaches into your shorts to the front of your panties, finding a wet spot forming on the satin fabric. He chuckles into your ear, nipping the tip as he pushes the fabric aside.
“Find something?” you tease him.
“I always find something here.” His fingers find purchase on your wet, supple vulva and ease in, rubbing your clit. You bite your lip, holding your breath as he coaxes you to grow hotter, wetter. “That’s my girl,” he growls.
You bite your lip, whimpering as his touch becomes more intense. You grab his arms, pulling him down to kiss him. He takes the hint, moving his hand away and pushing down your shorts and panties. The cool air hits you, making you shiver for a second. “Shall I lie down for you?” he purrs.
You swallow and nod. “Yes.”
Ezra chuckles as he stretches out on the blanket, posing seductively for you while his cock rises into the air. You kick off your shorts, keeping your shirt on. As you kneel on him, you take his shaft into your hand, stroking him slowly, drinking in his monstrous form which you adore so much. His body is so big and hairy, but he’s beautiful too. He meets your eyes, his breath stalling as your gaze locks. You dip down, licking his glans and bringing it between your lips. He moans, twitching as the end touches the inside of your cheek. A soft, deep laugh escapes his throat and his hand captures the back of your head.
You lick down, kissing the knot at his base affectionately before returning to the head, licking and sucking, feeling his fingers tense in your hair. Once he begins to pull, you know it’s time. You straighten up, pulling your shirt up over your breasts, and climb on top of him. You watch him hungrily as you take him inside, slowly feeding yourself on his aroused, wide-eyed expression, and feeling his warmth flow through you.
The quaking in your belly becomes a rumble, and the heat spills out and through you as you take him. He takes hold of your hands, gripping for balance. Beneath you he rolls his hips, meeting your bounces and thrusts. You both pant, gasping into the night as you take pleasure in one another. You feel him tremble deep inside, and his hands begin to shake. You lean forward, pushing hard against him until that throbbing ache fills your body.
“Oh, god!” Ezra’s hands clamp around your rear. “Close…”
You lean down further, pressing your cheek into Ezra’s chest as you keep moving. It’s coming fast, growing and pulsing inside you. You whine into his chest, shaking in his hands. Ezra howls, a long, penetrating howl that saws through your bones and the dark. His body arches, shoving deeper inside you.
The night becomes cool around you again, and his furry body keeps you warm. He breathes serenely, licking his lips before letting out a soft chuckle. “You okay?”
You curl up to him and now. “Perfect. And you?”
“I’m just thinking. I actually never did that here. So it’s kind of like two dreams came true tonight.”
You smile. “Such a boy.”
“Your boy now.” He rubs the small of your back as he stares up into the night sky. “I promise, I’ll be the best boy for you.”
You kiss his jaw, then rub behind his ear. “I know you will. That’s why I said yes.”
