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Naga Boyfrined: Oscar 2 (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-03-09 20:00:03 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
The sound of rain wakes you from a deep slumber. Shuffling away the blankets, you sit up in bed to see that dawn has come in thick rain clouds. You rub your eyes and check your phone, seeing you’ve woken earlier than usual. As you stir, Oscar’s tail begins to move, coiling up around your leg. “It’s cold,” Oscar grumbles.
“It’s raining out,” you answer. Setting your phone back down, you crawl back under the blankets and snuggle up to Oscar’s back. He sighs and relaxes back into the bed. “It’s supposed to be stormy all day.”
“Is that why you woke up?” Oscar mumbles sleepily.
“Kind of.” You kiss his bare shoulder, and the tip of his tail tightens around your ankle. “It’s still really early. Go back to sleep.”
Due to quarantine and the library closing for the foreseeable future, Oscar has invited you to come move in with him. So far, things have been okay. You’ve stocked up on groceries, and been nesting together quite comfortably. Oscar has been teaching from home, and you’ve been helping him put together his online class packets. Thanks to his connections, you’re able to hold story readings for his students on the weekends. Still, some days feel like a struggle. Oscar isn’t used to not teaching in person, being hands-on with his students and able to help them immediately. A lot of the students, too, are having a hard time learning from home.
Now that it’s colder out, Oscar has a noticeable lack of energy. He’s always cold, so he’s pulled out his massive collection of blankets, sweaters, and gloves. He’s also started to wrap around you at night to seek warmth, which you actually kind of enjoy.
“I can get up and go make us that new tea I ordered,” you tell him.
“Mmm, not now. Stay here for a bit.” He clutches your hand tight. “I’m cozy.”
You kiss his shoulder again. “It is nice this morning, even with the rain.” You snuggle close to his back, placing your knees just below his rear. “Any big plans for today?”
“I have some tests to go over, but that’s all.” He turns his head back. “What about you?”
“I was thinking about going to the grocery store to pick up a few things. But I may just wait out the rain. I didn’t need anything important, anyway.”
He squeezes your hand. “What did I tell you about your little trips out?”
“I know, but we need more broth and stock.” You rest your chin upon his shoulder. “I was also trying to find you a birthday gift.”
Oscar chuckles. “I told you not to worry about that.”
You smile and kiss his ear. “It’s your birthday, I can’t just ignore it. And now that we can’t see anyone or go anywhere, I just wanted something special for you on the big day.”
“It’s a day, and there is no size to it.” He pats your hand on his chest. “Besides, now that you’re here, I have everything I’ll ever need in this house.”
“It wasn’t a thing, exactly. I was planning a really nice dinner.”
He smirks. “Oh? Food, you say?”
You giggle and kiss him. “I know the way to your heart by now, having seen the way you unhinged your jaws to eat that bear claw I brought you.”
Oscar rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him. “That’s a stereotype.” He taps the tip of your nose. “I merely open my mouth.”
“You eat like a teenage boy,” you giggle. “But that’s okay. I still have time. I can plan for this big meal of yours.”
His hands rub up the small of your back. “Oh, really? What were you planning.”
“A surprise.”
He breaks into a smile. “I don’t like surprises. Too many in my life as it is.”
“Nope, I’m hopefully still going to have time to do it. So you’ll just have to be patient.” You look over as your phone’s alarm goes off, then sit up on Oscar and turn it off.
“Morning already?” Oscar sighs.
You bend over and kiss him. “Stay snuggly in bed. I’ll go make tea and get breakfast started.”
“I promise, once spring comes I’ll be making breakfast in bed for you until fall.”
“It’s a deal.” You tuck him back into bed and go into the kitchen. Everything in Oscar’s place is organized just so, and he memorizes where everything is so he can find it readily. He likes to keep things neat, and you’ve been trying to do that, but it’s taking you time to get used to it. As you’re setting the kettle up and thinking of what to make for breakfast, you hear Oscar’s phone ring.
Once he answers it, things go quiet. You don’t think anything of it, and just continue to make breakfast. After a while, Oscar comes out of the bedroom wrapping up in the blanket, with a strange look on his face as he approaches. “Is something wrong?” you ask.
He nods, looking more distraught. “Yes and no.” He moves closer to you and touches your face, feeling for the change in your expression. “I’ve been offered a job at a private school, one that still has in-school classes.”
“That’s good though, right?” you ask uneasily. “Unless...” Your gut sinks at the second thought. “You have to move, don’t you?”
Oscar frowns deeply. “I know. I’m crazy to even consider it.”
“No,” you say weakly. “I mean, you hate the online classes. You’ve said so often.” You take his hands into yours. “But moving… It feels like you just got here.”
“I know. I’m frustrated with myself that I would even consider such a thing. After all, I have you now, and this quarantine will end eventually. But it could be a long time before...” He presses his lips into a firm line. “I can’t, I won’t accept it. I’ll stay here with you.”
You frown. “Wait a minute. Would you not invite me to move with you if you took this job?”
“I mean...” he hesitates as he considers his words. “I know we’ve lived together a while now, but moving is different. You’ve lived here most of your life. This would uproot you.”
“I love you,” you huff at him. “Of course I want to stay here. But it’s you...” You stop yourself. “Why wouldn’t you even think I’d want to go?”
“I’m not sure.” He sighs. “I’ve always moved alone, and always lived by myself. This is a first for me, you know?”
“Me too.” You squeeze his hands tightly. “That’s why we should at least talk about this before you decide not to accept.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Can we have tea first?”
“Of course, it’s almost ready. I’m just waiting on the kettle,” you sigh.
Oscar places his hand on your face, checking the expression he can’t see. “You’re mad, aren’t you?”
You frown. “No, just upset. Who’s even offering jobs at schools right now? It’s ridiculous.”
Oscar smiles softly. “An old friend of mine just got made headmistress. She’s trying to hire a more inclusive staff.”
“I can’t fault her there,” you pout. “I’d want to hire you too.”
Oscar chuckles and gives you a kiss. “I’m sorry. We were having such a good morning.”
“We still can. This doesn’t need to break it.” You look over at the kettle as it begins to whistle. “Go sit down. I’ll bring your tea to you.” You go back into the kitchen as he sits at the table and turns his ear closer to the glass, listening to the rain falling outside.
You steep the tea, and once you’ve added some honey and milk you take it to the table, turning the tray so Oscar can find his cup. He reaches out, tapping his fingers along the table until he feels the warmth from the cup and he takes the handle. “So, what were you planning to do for my birthday?”
You gently flick the side of his hand. “I already told you, it’s going to be a surprise.” You watch him as he takes a sip of tea. “Don’t try to deflect.”
“I know, I know,” he sighs. Under the table, the end of his tail coils around your ankle. “I’m still thinking.”
“Then talk to me,” you urge gently. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He tilts his head up. “This would be a wonderful opportunity. And since it’s a private school, the classes will be small. I can have better outreach, and better pay.” He frowns. “But you’re here,and the children in my class may not have this opportunity again. I’d have to move and memorize a new house. But this new job could offer more stability, and I probably would never have to move again.”
You set your cup down, the tea still too hot for you. “Where is this school anyway? How far would the move have to be?”
Oscar sighs heavily. “Overseas.”
“Oh,” you gasp.
He bows his head. “Yeah.”
You lean back in your chair. “That does change things.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to move that far. It’s too much.”
“Now, don’t say that.” You lean back onto the table. “We need to talk about this. after all. Because if you do end up moving and I don’t, then that means we’ll...”
Oscar’s brow pinches and he fidgets with his cup. “I love you.”
You sigh heavily and cover your face with your hands. “I know.”
“No,” he says seriously as he turns to face you. “I mean it. I love you. If I had to leave you… No. That’s the thing I don’t have to.”
“But this job...”
“It’s a job,” he says quietly. “I’m talking about this like the end-all-be-all, but I’m happy where I am. I like this job. I adore my students. And I love you.” He starts to chuckle. “All those other things that job offers pales in comparison.”
“I don’t want to be what holds you back, though!”
“You aren’t. You won’t.” He smiles brightly at you. “Would you rather I choose money over you? Success? I’m successful here.”
You look down at the table. “I don’t want you to regret this later, Ozzie.”
Oscar reaches out and puts his hands around your face. His skin is cold but his touch is so gentle. “I would regret leaving you more.”
You move his hand so he can feel you smiling. “You sure? You came to this conclusion pretty fast. If you want more time to think about it...”
“I’m very sure.” Oscar moves closer, putting his arms around you. “I love you, and that is going to be my decision. I’ll cope with online classes, because those students need me. I can do better here. I just have to try.”
You hug him tightly, running your hand down the scales that go down his back and tail. “I have to admit, I’m relieved. But I just want you to be sure.”
“I am, I swear it. I want to hear your voice when I wake up every morning. Especially on cold days, because sometimes that’s my only motivation.” You kiss him lovingly, and his hands smooth down your arms to your sides. “I wish I could see the look on your face right now.”
You kiss him again and press your forehead to his. “Can we go back to the bedroom?”
A smile appears on his lips. “Are you still tired?”
You shake your head. “Not in the slightest.”
“Oh, now that I see.” He rises with you, taking your hand as you lead him back into the bedroom. You sit down on the edge of the bed and Oscar throws the blanket over both of you, then leans down, placing his hands on either side of your hips. He inhales, smelling you as he comes closer and nuzzling your hair, sighing gently. He kisses down your temple to your cheek, then bites down on your earlobe.
You swallow and whimper, placing your hands on his arms and petting upwards to grab his shoulders before you smooth your palms down his chest. His breath flutters as your fingertips slip lower, touching scales, then the small slit just below his waist. Oscar moans into your ear, flicking his tongue against your skin. Your fingers dip inside, prodding deep until you touch his penis. You meet his kiss as you pull out the first cock, and then the second comes behind it. The first time you realized he had two was quite a shock, and it took a little getting used to.
“It’s cold,” he whispers.
You giggle softly, stroking a cock in each hand. “Poor thing.”
Oscar moans, clutching his hands around your hips. “That feels...”
You kiss him softly, and his tongue flickers over your lips. He pushes you down, laying you on the bed, still covered by the comforter. His hands smooth down your chest before pushing up your sleep shirt, and he kisses your chest before taking a breast into his mouth. You whimper softly, reaching down to tug off your panties.
“I’m getting warmer,” he breathes. He licks across your chest to the other breast.
“I know,” you moan.
Oscar pushes his body closer to yours, moving his long tail inside the blanket. It begins to coil around your leg, pulling it out so he can fit better between your legs. He chuckles softly against your breast before lifting his head. “What is it?” you whimper.
He sits up, moving so you can see his face. “We just had a big scare, and now all of a sudden we’re here.”
Your face flushes red. “Yeah, so?”
He strokes his hand down, finding his way between your thighs. “I think we like each other too much,” he teases. His fingers slip inside you, finding you warm and wet. “Unless this was your endgame all morning. You’re awfully wet for us only having just started.”
Biting your lip, you struggle to keep composure. “No teasing.”
He dips down again, kissing you as his fingers move luxuriously inside. His tongue swirls around your mouth and he moans into your ear. “I’m not complaining. I just wish you’d be more honest with me.” He pulls your leg up furter, hitching it around his waist. “Tell me to stay, if that’s what you want. Tell me you need my touch when you need it.”
Your breath shakes as he places himself over you, his two cocks blunt against your belly. “Ozzie...” you whine.
“Say it,” he whispers urgently.
“Stay here,” you whimper. “Stay with me, please. I don’t want you to go.”
He smiles. “Good. Now what else?”
You bite your lip again, looking down to see his cocks glossy and wet, thrusting against your skin. You swallow and take a breath to steady yourself. “I’ve been horny all morning,” you say shakily.
You can tell Oscar is trying to keep from laughing. “I mean...” you try to cover.
“My poor, horny love,” he giggles.
“You tricked me!” you pout. “I hate that word!”
Oscar kisses you. “That wasn’t my intention. But I loved the results. Now...” He guides your hand down and rubs your palm over the two shafts. “Pick your poison, so to speak.”
You grasp one of the shafts, then the other. “I don’t want to leave one out.”
Oscar kisses your neck. “Take turns, then?”
You nod, then watch as he places himself between your legs and arches your hips up with his tail. He rubs himself against your labia, and his breath hitches as he closes his eyes. Moving himself into place, one of his cocks slips inside you. You shudder with relief, throwing your head back as Oscar moves inside you. He pulls the cock out, slipping in the other.
Each time he switches you feel a brief moment of loneliness, but once he places one inside you feel better. Eventually he doesn’t switch, and becomes lost in seeking his own pleasure. He pushes deep inside you, grinding his hips until you feel him all the way inside. You cry out, gasping for breath. It’s become so hot under the blanket, you’re sweating. He kisses you, licking down your neck and between your breasts. “I need a breath,” you gasp.
“It’ll be cold out there,” he chuckles.
You pull the blanket down from around your head, catching a cold breath. Oscar continues to move, thrusting harder and deeper. You whimper, clasping your hands over your face. You reach down, stroking the cock that rubs against your leg. He seizes, snarling and bucking, pushing harder as he comes in your palm. He pulls out, coming on your belly and thighs.
“Oops,” you pant.
“Silly girl.” He kisses down your body. “You made me finish too quickly.”
You watch him as he kisses down your mound, licking your labia before he flicks his tongue over your clit. You sigh and lie back, grabbing his hand as it trails up your body. He moans against you, sending vibrations through your spine. He moves his tail, prodding until the tip goes inside you. He sucks your clit, moaning as his hands grasp tightly around your breasts. You cry out, bucking your hips against him as he makes sure you find your release too.
As you fall back onto the bed, panting hard, Oscar comes up beside you, lying down and kissing your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. As long as you are here, I’m not moving.”
“I’m glad,” you whisper. “But…”
“None of that,” Oscar whispers. He kisses your cheek. “And next time you’re horny, tell me.”
You pout. “I won’t use that word. But yes, I’ll be honest next time.”
