UNREAD · 11:47PM · EXT 437
Werewolf Fantasy She Started
she texted first. then she was at the door.
Werewolf Fantasy · Vampire Fantasy · Brat Phone Sex · Submission · Rough Sex · Confession · No Limits · Pet Play · Dark Fantasy · Dominant · Edging
You were still at your place when the first text came. Short. Mean. “Open the door in twenty or I’m not waiting.” I didn’t ask if you were alone. Vampire Fantasy is the name they use when they want the teeth and the red. I’m twenty and I don’t do the soft version of it. Brat Phone Sex is what the text sounded like. I was already in the car.
This is a Werewolf Fantasy because I decided it was. I showed up in a black hoodie over nothing useful, neon pink nails long and pointed, hair still damp from the shower I took so I’d smell like I just got clean. You opened the door and I pushed past you. Confession: I like the second where you realize I’m not joking. Dark Fantasy is the porch light and the way I smiled with too much teeth.
You told me to slow down. I laughed. That’s the brat part. You grabbed my wrist and I stopped laughing. Dominant is the switch. I felt it. Submission is what I do when someone actually holds me still. No Limits on what I said next. I told you I’d been thinking about it the whole drive. Rough Sex is what I wanted once the door closed. Pet Play if you want the name for how I ended up on my knees in the hallway instead of the bedroom.
You didn’t take me to the bed. You pushed me against the wall by the kitchen and kissed me hard enough that I stopped talking. Hoodie up. Your hand under it. I bit your lip and you bit back. I liked that. You told me to keep my hands on the wall. I didn’t. You took them and put them there. Edging is what happened when you reached down and stroked me through the thin shorts I still had on, then stopped when I pushed back. Twice. I cursed. You smiled.
We moved. Hallway to the living room floor because the couch was full of your stuff and neither of us cared. You pulled the shorts off. I stayed on my hands. You fucked me from behind, slow at first, then harder when I told you to. I reached under myself and came with my forehead on the rug and your hand in my hair. Werewolf Fantasy is the part where I growled and you didn’t laugh. You held me there until I was done shaking.
I flipped. Wanted to see you. You stayed over me. I wrapped my legs and pulled you deeper. You came inside. I felt it and I didn’t tell you to pull out. I bit your shoulder when you finished and I stayed there, sticky, breathing hard, neon nails digging into your back. You didn’t move right away. Neither did I.
Later we were on the couch. Hoodie back on, nothing under it. You had your hand on my thigh. I was still bratty in the voice but I didn’t move your hand. You asked if I was staying. I said maybe. Then I said yes. The porch light was still on. The door was locked. I texted you from the other end of the couch like an idiot. You looked at your phone and laughed.
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If you call tonight, don’t ask if I’m coming over. I already decided. A Werewolf Fantasy with me starts when the text hits and I don’t wait for the answer. You can tell me to slow down. I’ll listen if you make me.
I’m still on the couch. You’re still looking at me. That’s a Werewolf Fantasy when it’s me. Careful. I might act like a brat. I still end up right where I belong.
porch light still on · 1:03am
Careful… I might act like a brat, but I always end up right where I belong… at your mercy.
— Vixen