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Werewolf Boyfriend: Dante 4 (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-12-08 20:00:02 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
The next few days go by, and your text conversions are sparser than before. You used to have drawn-out chats, but now they’re a smattering of updates and emojis. Eventually, you unpack your bag, wash the dirty laundry, and put it all away. You take out the lingerie that Miri had bought you, and as you consider giving it back to her, an itch urges you to try it on.
You slip on the brassiere and the panties, and adjust the straps so they all lay flat and nice. You pull up the thigh-high stockings, put on the robe and turn to the mirror. The robe is pretty, at least. You slowly open it to spy the lingerie. It looks good, really good. You let the robe drop down and you pose a bit. You smack your rear and giggle as how salacious it looks. You preen, even taking a selfie for posterity. Then you get a text from Miri. “Hey gurl! Sorry, can’t make movie night. Arnie got sick, so I’m playing nurse tonight.”
You scowl. You had been excited to see this movie for a long time now. “Really? Can’t you just leave him somewhere?”
“Ha ha, I tried, but he kept crying.”
You sit on the bed and grumble. “Okay, fine. Make sure he doesn’t die, I guess.”
“I’ll make it up to you! We can go another night.”
You fall back onto the bed and glare up at your ceiling. Another text pops up, and this time it’s from Dante. “How’s it going?”
“I’m pouting.”
“What happened?”
You roll over, and some of the straps begin to pinch. “I was supposed to go see a movie with Miri tonight, but her stupid boyfriend got sick.”
“Boyfriends are notoriously stupid.”
You smile. “I was really hoping to go see this movie.”
“Then go. No crime is seeing it alone, is there?”
You continue to pout. “No, I guess not. But that’s not the point. I like seeing movies with people. I like having that experience with someone. It took a while for my and Miri’s schedules to sync.”
“Is it a good movie?”
“I highly doubt it, but that’s half the point too.”
“I’d see it with you, but I’m still trying to find time to come see your show.”
You smile to yourself. “It’s okay. I appreciate the thought, though.”
“I miss you.”
Those three words send a bullet straight into your heart. You could almost cry. You could almost say another three words to him. “I miss you too.”
“What are you doing now?”
You sit up and look at yourself in the mirror. “Trying on a new outfit.”
“Can I see it?”
Oh dear god, no! You quickly try to think of an excuse.
“I’m joking.”
You sigh with relief and pull on the robe.
“BTW. That night you caught me by the fireplace.”
You remember it well - too well. “I caught you?” You play stupid.
“Yeah, we had been drinking so I wasn’t sure if you remember. I was just worried that after you saw me, you were kind of freaked out. It was a little awkward the next day.”
Your heart breaks, shatters even. “I don’t remember seeing a third nipple.”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
You smile, wanting to write a sonnet about how much you appreciate the view you caught that night. “I will make you laugh, because nothing about that freaked me out.”
“Maybe I’m overthinking, then.”
He’s not, but he’s just thinking in the wrong direction. “You are. I was wondering what was up.”
“I don’t dress down often in front of people. I don’t show a lot of myself to people. I got scared.”
“Hey, don’t be sad. You can show whatever you want to me.” You instantly regret your choice of words.
“Thanks. I’m trying to let myself be more open with you.”
“Please do.”
He stops replying after that, so you take off the lingerie and put it into one of your drawers. Maybe you’ll use it one day, or maybe you’ll just admire yourself in the mirror again.
It’s been a couple of days, and messages have been random at best. It’s been busy for you, so you’ve not really paid much mind. One of the actors in the play has gotten really sick, and the understudy suffered stage fright almost immediately, so there are some refunds and rescheduling to contend with.
You come home one evening after having a long, teeth-pulling meeting with the board of directors. It’s extremely cold, like ice needles on the skin. As you come up to your apartment building you see someone standing out front, with long dark hair smashed under a tight wool cap. As he turns, you see his dark blue eyes, and music begins to swell in the distance.
“What are you doing here?” It takes every fiber of your being to not leap into Dante’s arms as you approach him. Your jaw drops. “You shaved your beard!”
His cheeks are red, but it’s probably just from the wind. “Yeah well,” he shrugs. “I thought we could go see that movie.”
“What?” You chuckle softly. “You came all this way and everything just to come see a movie with me?”
He clears his throat. “Sounds silly when you put it like that.”
You feel like this could be another dream. A red cape could fly out behind you and he would turn into a werewolf, and it wouldn’t even be strange. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy to see you. I’m just surprised, is all!”
“That’s half the point.” Dante keeps his hands shoved into his pockets. “I wanted to surprise you.” The hair smashed under his hat curls and puffs around his forehead.
“Well come upstairs!” You take his arm and lead him to your place. “Do you want anything to drink? To eat?”
“Some coffee would be nice,” Dante says. “I’ve been working a lot of extra shifts to get this time off.”
The sparse messages make sense. “You didn’t have to do that.” You pour water into the coffee maker and turn it on.
“I wanted to.” His voice sounds so warm and gentle. “There’s… You see, I wanted to...” He struggles to put his thoughts into words.
You take off your coat and scarf. “What’s wrong?”
Dante looks around. “Is your roommate here?”
You shake your head. “Miri? No. She’s working tonight. Then she’ll probably go stay with Arnie because he’s closer to the bar.”
His eyes are watery, and he rubs at his stubble-covered chin. “I want to shift in front of you,” he says breathlessly.
You feel a jackrabbit pounding in your chest. “Really?”
“I need you to see,” he murmurs. “Because I realized I may never have this freedom, or this chance again with someone. I don’t want to hide from you. I want you to know all my secrets, all sides of me.”
You’re starting to tear up too. You weren’t prepared for this. “Dante, I...”
“But I think it’s best we see that movie first.” He nods, assured in his decision. “I’ll buy you dinner, too.”
“What?” You laugh to try to cut the tension. “Like a date?”
“Exactly. A date.”
“I thought we were just friends?”
“We are friends,” he insists. “But I want to be your friend with more on top of that.” Dante scoffs in frustration. “I’m not wording it right.”
You smile up at him. “I get what you’re saying. I really do.”
“I wasn’t sure,” he says hoarsely. “I got so nervous at the cabin, and I chickened out and I just...” He laughs. “I wanted to kiss you so bad before you left.”
“Me too.” You cup your hands around your mouth as you grin. “I need to change. Do you need to shower or anything?”
His hands appear to be shaking. “No, I’m fine. I’ll just have coffee.”
“I’ll be quick, I promise.” You scurry off to your room, fit to explode from happiness. You ransack your wardrobe trying to pick the right outfit. In a last-minute decision, you put on the lavender-and-black lingerie set, hoping it’ll boost your confidence for this - holy shit - date.
It’s a bit awkward at first. You both seem to forget how to hold hands, and it’s a struggle to find a comfortable way to do it. Once at the theatre, with popcorn and candy in hand, you start to relax a little. Midway through the credits, you finally find a way to hold his hand comfortably. You lace fingers,and even lean into his side a little.
The movie is awful, but you’re so excited to talk about it with Dante that it doesn’t even matter. You’re arguing about the same things, laughing at all the silly scenes. You go to a restaurant nearby, continuing to talk about the movie until there is a lull in conversation. “So she won’t be home tonight?” Dante asks quietly.
“I can call her and ask to come home if you want.”
His pallor goes white. “No. I don’t want her to walk in or...” He ducks his head. “Unless you’d feel better with her there.”
You inch closer to him in the booth. “I’d prefer it to be just us. She can be a tad nosy.”
His smile is shy. “I don’t mean for this to sound so intimate. It doesn’t have to be. All I want is to show you myself, all of me. That way, I can move forward with you knowing there’s nothing I have to hide.”
You could kiss himright now, but you decide to wait. “Whatever happens tonight, happens. Intimate or whatever.” You grasp his hand reassuringly. “I’m just happy you’re here.”
Back at the apartment, you quietly go to your bedroom. You lead Dante inside, and once the door is closed you pull him down for a kiss. You cup his face between your palms, feeling the rough grit of his stubble. You pull back, looking into his eyes as he gazes lovingly upon you. “I, um-” He swallows. “I have to kind of strip down to do this.”
You brush his hair from his eyes. “Should I close my eyes?”
He shakes his head. “It’s okay. That’s the whole reason I’m here.” He steps back, pulling off his shirt. His scars are numerous, like stars in the sky. Some are hidden amongst the body hair or between stretch marks. He looks uncomfortable, but he’s determined to do this.
“Would it help if I were to...”
“God, no!” he yelps. Your wide-eyed expression must have made him feel guilty. “No, I mean… I would have another whole problem if I saw you… like that.”
“Then maybe could I just touch you?”
He sits down beside you on the bed, taking your hand and placing it on his face. He lets your fingertips trail down his shoulder, his arm. You gently trace the scars on his chest, looking into his eyes as you do. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “Dante.”
He kisses you again, urgent yet gentle. He pulls back reluctantly and stands across the room. “If you get scared, I’ll change back.”
You sit stiffly and nod. “I’ll be fine.”
That night in the woods had brought about your worst fear. Now, that fear has changed. If you lose Dante, it would crush you.
The shift is slow, starting with fur creeping along his body. His arms jolt and his back arches. He bends over, hiding his face as the bones reform. It looks almost painful, and you want to run to his side, but you know he has to do this. He drops his knees, breathing hoarsely so the sound fills the room. Moving slowly, you approach him, kneeling and placing your hand on his head. He lifts his eyes and moves his hands away from his head. Fear creeps into your chest for a moment. You touch his face, running your fingers through coarse fur. He leans into your palm, closing his eyes as tears start to run down his face. You put your arms around his neck, and he wraps his long arms around you in return.
“It’s okay,” you breathe. “I’m not scared anymore.”
You take him to bed, lying there with your head on his chest and listening to the beating of his heart. Both of you fall asleep in the silence.
You wake before dawn in a haze, and leave Dante to sleep so you can wash your face. You take off your clothes, momentarily forgetting your choice of underwear. As you rise off your face, Dante stands in the doorway. “Really glad you didn’t strip last night too, I think I would have exploded.”
You look up from the towel. “Is that good or bad?”
He comes into the bathroom and dips down to kiss you. “Great.”
You wrap your arms around him, letting him pick you off the floor and carry you back to bed. You kiss him hungrily, feeling his hands move slowly down your body. You gasp for breath between kisses, pulling him closer so that his strong body lies on yours. “You can make me stop,” he whispers.
“I can’t stop,” you cup your hands around his face. “I want you. Now.”
Dante smiles, biting the tip of your thumb as it touches to his lips. “You can tell me to, though.” He pushes aside your panties, rubbing his fingers directly over your vulva. He kisses you, biting your neck and shoulder until his fingers are able to sink inside you, finding you dripping for more. He moans into your ear, a deep, husky sound that makes your bones melt. “I want...” His voice trembles.
You feel him hard against your thigh, moving closer as his body curves above you. You nod urgently, reaching down to place him inside you. He presses forward, crying out against your skin as he plants himself deep inside. You drag your fingers down his back, wanting to touch every inch of him. His hands grab your thighs, pulling your legs up around him. His fingers rip the fishnets in his eagerness, but isn’t that what fishnets are for?
He rolls you over onto your belly, raising your hips and going back inside. You feel him shake you, the bed, even the wall. He rests himself along your back, biting your neck and shoulders as he moves harder and faster. “Dante,” you whimper, “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
He licks the nape of your neck and pants. “I won’t, not until I feel you come.”
You cry into the pillow, biting the fabric as his fingers coil around to find your clit. He rubs it in slow circles. He moans into your ear, his breathing raspy and shallow. You can barely focus on anything else.Everything is directed to him. His voice, his body, his touch, everything.
Every sensation is overwhelming. Your body is flooded, your mind is blank. You don’t make a sound at first, and your jaw hangs slack. The quickening is fast, but its effects last well beyond even his own end. He shudders, moaning passionately, biting hard against the nape of your neck until it becomes soft kisses.
You lie beside him, smiling goofily as he gazes dreamily back at you. He kisses you, pulling you close to his body again. “I wanna go again,” he teases. “Why did I wait for that?”
You kiss all over his face. “Let me feel my legs again, and I will suck your dick right off your body for that.”
He laughs shyly, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Thank you,” he breathes. “Last night, and this morning meant the world to me.”
“Me too,” you coo.
You take off the lingerie and slip on some clothes to go make coffee and breakfast before you go for round two. He’ll have to leave soon, so you want to get in as much time with him as possible. As you step into the kitchen, Miri is there already making coffee. She looks at you then up at Dante.
“I didn’t think you’d be home until later!” you almost yelp.
“Arnie got called in early today,” she says with a shit-eating grin. “I didn’t know you had company.”
You can’t stop smiling either. “He surprised me.”
Miri winks at Dante. “What a good boy.”
Dante’s face is bright red.
“Well, I’ll let you two lovebirds at it then. I’m going to get a shower and then meet my mom for brunch.” She slinks off to her bedroom and shuts the door.
Dante guffaws. “I hope that won’t cause trouble.”
You give him a soft kiss. “Nah. She’s happy, I assure you. Want me to make you pancakes?”
“Yes, please.”
You start getting things ready, and while you do Dante watches with a smile from the table. “What will we do now?” he asks. “When will we be able to meet again?”
“We’ll figure it out. Christmas is coming up, and the theatre shuts down until after New Year’s. I can come see you before and after Christmas.” You look back at him. “Maybe you can find days, too.”
Dante smiles. “I’ve been wanting to ask for a promotion at the summer resort,” he says. “If I become manager, I’d work there all year, and I’d be able to have a permanent residence.”
You go back to the table and kiss him. “It’s closer too.”
He pulls you into his arms. “I’m glad you caught me in the woods.”
You kiss his forehead and snuggle against his hair. “After all these years, I can finally say I am too.”
