Bent Over (werewolf x fem reader)

Pale afternoon light filtered through the cabin's dusty windows. You were bent at the waist, rummaging through the bottom shelf of Rogue's refrigerator for the beer you knew he kept hidden back there. You tensed when you heard the familiar heavy footfalls behind you.

"Don't even think about it," you warned but without heat.

Too late.

His large hands (his hands were always so damn warm) landed on your hips. He pulled you back against him, grinding his pelvis against your denim-clad ass.

Rogue grunted. "Yeah, take it, baby."

A smile was on your lips but he couldn't see it. "You're such an idiot."

"Your idiot," he muttered, still grinding against you. "Been your idiot for years now."

You grabbed two bottles of beer and straightened up, but he didn't let go. His chest pressed against your back and you shivered at the solid wall of muscle pressing against you. Rogue was big, always had been; six-foot-four of muscle and broad shoulders, with messy dark fur and silver eyes. A handsome face with mixed lupine features with a jagged scar that cut through his left eyebrow.

"Rogue," you said softly.

"Hmm?" He nuzzled against the side of your neck, the barest graze of fangs. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You usually punch me away by now."

You should have. That was the game; he'd grab, you'd punch, he'd laugh, and you'd pretend your heart wasn't racing. But today... today you didn't want to push him away.

"I'm not pushing you away," you mumbled.

He went completely still behind you. "What did you just say?"

You turned your head, meeting those silver eyes over your shoulder. "I said I'm not pushing you away."

A low sound rumbled in his chest, the usual animistic growl that made your thighs clench. "You have no idea," he rasped, "how long I've wanted to hear you say that."

"Then show me."

In an heartbeat, he spun you around, caging you against the refrigerator. His mouth crashed down on yours, stealing your breath. It wasn't a gentle kiss--it wasn't even a human kiss yet it was the most unforgettable one. All teeth and tongue and saliva, his fur burning your skin. He groaned into your mouth, his tongue playing with yours.

"Fuck," he gasped against your lips, pulling back to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, the silver nearly swallowed by black. "Kissing you... I've imagined it. So many fucking times."

"Rogue--"

"Shut up," he murmured, diving back in. His tongue swept against yours, saliva slicking the corner of your mouth as he kissed you like he was trying to consume you. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, squeezing roughly through your jeans. "These fucking jeans. Do you have any idea what they do to me? Watching you walk around in them, that perfect ass swaying..."

You moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his rough fur. "You're one to talk. Walking around shirtless half the time, showing off those abs like you're trying to kill me."

He laughed. "Yeah? You like my abs, sweetheart?"

"I like everything about you," you admitted, and his face softened for just a moment before turning hungry again.

"Good. Because I'm about to show you exactly how much I like everything about you."

He dropped to his knees, fingers working the button of your jeans, yanking them down along with your panties. You stepped out of them, kicking them aside, pretending you weren't shy. But you were shy, because you were standing naked from the waist down in front of your best friend.

But he had no issues whatsoever.

"Fuck," Rogue breathed, staring at your pussy. "Look at you. Look at your pretty pussy. Already wet for me. Not just today. Other times too. I could smell it and had a hard time holding back."

Werewolf senses. Right. You always forgot that.

"What do I smell like?" you asked.

"Like honey and musk and everything I want to bury my face in." He leaned forward, nuzzling a kiss to the inside of your thigh. "Can I, baby?"

"Can you what?"

"Eat you out till you scream my name." He smirked, his silver eyes meeting yours. "I want to taste you, (Y/N). I've been dreaming about diving in your delicious pussy for years. Please."

The word 'please' from him, from your otherwise goofy best friend, the huge werewolf who was now kneeling and begging sent a thrill through you. "Yes. God, yes."

His mouth descended on you like a beast starved, tongue dragging through your slick folds with a groan that vibrated against your clit. Your knees buckled.

"Shit," you moaned, one hand flying to his head while the other scrambled for purchase against the refrigerator. "Ro--Rogue--oh fuck."

Face buried in your pussy, nose rubbing against your mound, he ate you like you were the best thing he'd ever tasted, his tongue swirling around your clit in circles before dipping lower to probe at your entrance. His hands widened your stance, gripped your inner thighs, holding you steady as he devoured you.

"Mmhmm," he hummed against your pussy. "So fucking good. Better than I dreamed. What a meal... I want to fucking live in this cunt."

Through the haze, you looked down and nearly came just from the sight. His face was buried between your legs, his eyes closed, his jaw working as his tongue fucked into you. Saliva and your juices coated his maw. Every few seconds he'd pull back just enough to nuzzle and then suck your clit between his lips, and you'd cry out, your hips bucking against his face.

"Rogue, please, I'm gonna--"

"Not yet," he growled, drawing away. You whined at the loss, but he just chuckled. "I want you to come on my cock the first time. But first..."

He stood up, towering over you and tugged his flannel shirt over his head. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his bare chest; all that hard muscle, shiny fur trailing down his stomach to disappear into his jeans where a prominent bulge tented them up. He unfastened them roughly, letting them drop to reveal his cock.

And what a cock it was. Long and bulky, veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed an angry red and leaking precum. His balls hung heavy and full, and you couldn't help but stare.

"Like what you see?" he asked, stroking himself slowly.

"You're huge," you whispered.

"Werewolf thing." He shrugged, but there was a smug tilt to his lips. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make it fit."

He reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, and then your bra was gone too. He groaned as he took in your breasts, nipples hard and pebbled.

"Fucking gorgeous," he murmured, cupping them in his large hands. His clawed thumbs brushed over your buds, and you whimpered. "These nipples... god, I want to suck them, I want to nurse them till they're all swollen and tender."

"So do it--hgnn!!"

You doubt he heard you because his mouth had already latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, and you cried out, arching into him. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other breast, thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple until it was aching. The wet sounds of his mouth against your skin rang in your ears; slurps and moans, the squelch of his lips releasing you only to latch back on.

"Rogue," you panted, grinding against his thigh, your pussy drenched and needy. "I need more. Please."

He pulled off your nipple with a wet pop. "Turn around."

"What?"

"You heard me. Turn around and bend over. Same as always, right?" His smile was predatory. "But this time, I'm not pretending."

Heart hammering, you obeyed, turning and bending at the waist. You braced your hands on the refrigerator, just like you had before, your ass pushing back toward his huge shaft. You stood on your tiptoes to gain more friction and he rewarded you by rubbing his head all over your folds. It was so hot... and it throbbed, it felt so good already and he wasn't even inside you.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You have no idea how many times I've thought about this. Every time you bent over, every time you wiggled that perfect ass at me... I've been losing my goddamn mind."

"Why didn't you say something?" you asked, breathless.

"Scared you'd hate me." He curled closer, his chest tickling your back. The head of his cock nudged your slick entrance, and you both gasped. "But you don't hate me, do you?"

"I could never hate you," you admitted. "I've wanted this too. For so long."

"Then let's stop waiting."

Strong hands gripped your hips, tilting you so, making the angle ideal. You balanced yourself and he pushed inside you in one slow thrust. The stretch was insane; his huge dick stretched you wide, so wide, pleasure and pain tangling together as you struggled to accommodate his inhuman size. You whimpered out, fingers scrabbling against the fridge door.

"Easy," he murmured, peppering kisses on your nape. "Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me in."

"Too--gnn--big--"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But you're doing so well. Taking me so well." He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, a little deeper. "Fuck... ghhn... you feel incredible. So tight and hot."

Inch by inch, he worked his way inside, pushing and retreating, kissing your neck and whispering soft praise. Pinching your nipples and rubbing around your stretched pussy until he impaled you fully, his hips flush against your ass. You felt crazy full, his balls resting heavy against your clit.

"Okay?" he asked, voice strained. "You did it, sweetheart. Feel that?"

It took a moment to realize what he was talking about; it was your stomach. Your belly was literally bulging from the size his cock and his large hand was nuzzling it. Caressing it over and over, applying gentle pressure that felt so damn good.

"Fuuuck," you managed. "Yeah... feels good, please... ahh... move."

He did. His first thrust was tender, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The second was harder. By the third, he'd found a rhythm, giving deep, powerful strokes that made your entire body shake and your belly to swell over and over.

"Ah--ah--Rogue--" The sounds punched out of you with each thrust, your breath fogging the stainless steel in front of your face.

"That's it," he growled, hands gripping your hips. "Take it. Take all of it. Fuck, you're squeezing me so good."

"Harder," you begged. "Gh!! Haaaa... harder."

He snarled and picked up the pace. His hips pistoned against you, each thrust driving you higher. One hand left your hip to reach around and find your clit, rubbing tight circles that made stars burst behind your eyes.

"Cum!" he grunted. "Cum on my cock, baby. Show me how good I make you feel. Squeeze that cunt!"

Eyes rolling, you clamped down on his cock, so hard that you nearly pushed him out of you. He kept fucking you, roughly, dragging the waves of pleasure. You screamed his name, your vision going white, your entire body convulsing but impaled on his cock.

"That's it," he praised, still working you through it. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl."

He didn't stop. He kept going, his thrusts growing erratic, his breathing ragged.

"One more," he said. "I know you have one more in you. Give it to me."

"Hnn... can't--"

"You can." His fingers worked your clit faster. "Come on, sweetheart. Squeeze my cock again. Milk me dry."

The second orgasm built faster than the first, his frantic pace and the dirty words falling from his lips pushing you over the edge. You came with a sob, your pussy gushing around him, fluid dripping down your thighs and making a mess.

"Fuck yes!" he shouted. "That's my girl, squirting all over my cock. So fucking hot."

Suddenly, he squelched out and you whined at the loss--but then he was spinning you around. Your back hit the refrigerator as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Now like this," he panted against your mouth. "Need to see your face when I make you cum again."

He thrust back inside you and the new angle made you see stars. His cock hit places it hadn't before, brushing against that spot deep inside that made your toes curl. You hugged him for dear life, your gaze blurry with bliss, your toes curling in the air.

"Rogue--"

"Look at me," he demanded. "I want to watch you fall apart."

You forced your eyes to focus, meeting his silver gaze. His face was feral, sweat beading on his forehead, dark fur plastered to his skin. He looked wild and so beautiful.

"I love you," he rasped on a deep drive inside you. "I've loved you for years. Since before I even knew what love was."

"I love you too," you gasped. "God, Rogue, I love you so much."

He kissed you, teeth clacking, saliva slicking your chins. His hips never stopped moving, driving into you with pumps that bordered on brutal.

"Gonna cum," he warned. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna knot you. Is that okay?"

"Yes--please--want it--"

The knot formed at the base of his cock, swelling rapidly. When it caught on your entrance, you both mewled. He pushed harder, working it inside, and the stretch was almost too much--then it popped through, locking you together. You came apart, losing yourself completely.

"Fuck," he panted. "Oh fuck, that's it. That's it, sweetheart. Cum on my knot. Cum all over it."

Hot spurts of his seed flooded your pussy, filling you to overflowing. You felt it leak around his knot, dripping down on the floor in heavy splatters.

"Mine," he growled against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point. "You're mine now."

"Yours," you agreed, clinging to him. "Always yours."