My Slutty Valentine
Just something short I whipped up the other day for Valentine's Day! If you want a story like this, consider joining my Patreon
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Valentine's Day was fifth in the line of close Holidays for couples and friends to enjoy together since my breakup in early October. Okay, maybe not as much for Halloween, but I'm bitter, jaded, and horny, so I'm counting it.
I'd tried to find a way to keep myself occupied on Valentine's Day so I wouldn't do something stupid, but work was slow, my friends were mated and off celebrating, and I was alone.
But not for long.
I'd said I wasn't going to do anything stupid, but this was certainly pushing on questionable. I parked my car in the apartment complex and checked my "Liftr" app for the wolf's address I'd been talking to. This was the place.
I opened up one of the pictures he'd sent me earlier in the night. An impressively large cock took up most of my phone's screen and I drooled inwardly. "Soon."
I hopped out of my car and locked it behind me, walking towards the complex, checking his address once more. He was on the ground floor, first apartment on the right.
I knocked on the door, heart racing. I didn't have long to get worked up and anxious because the door opened almost immediately.
Fix, the large wolf in the doorway, stared at me for a split second before stepping aside. "Quinten, right?"
I opened my muzzle to speak, but my throat was suddenly dry, and I ended up just coughing. "Y-yeah,"
"Cool," he said, closing the door behind me.
All the lights were off in his apartment except for the soft glow of blue-ish light from around the corner. We didn't even make it that far.
Fix had answered the door in a simple pair of grey sweats, no t-shirt. He had a little bit of a gut, but it looked good on him. I'd say he towered over me, but I was still waiting on a growth-spurt that was never likely to hit, so everyone did.
I would be twenty-two in a few weeks, but if I could still pick out clothes from the kids section. Four foot, ten inches, but if you counted my ears when they perked up, I could be over five feet. Sadly, no one else counted ears.
Fix pressed me against the wall right there in the entry and his muzzle lowered to nip at one of my black and brown ears. His chest rumbled approvingly as my paws found his hips and pulled him close.
His bared stomach was warm and furry against stomach as he pulled my shirt up and off, dropping it to the side. I let out a soft, teasing whimper, flicking my ears as he nipped at them.
"Such a cute little dobie boy," he husked, dragging claws down my chest.
There was one advantage to being as short as I was, though. Some of the guys I was with thought it was hot to have a small, young teenager in their arms, and I could easily pass as one. Hell, you should see me trying to buy beer.
I let out another faux whimper and shivered against him, fingers tracing through his fur. "M-mister wolf... just be careful," I whispered meekly.
A large lump throbbed hard against my stomach and the blush on my cheeks was real this time. Fuck he felt huge through those sweats, and really liked it when I talked dirty to him.
A growl ripped through his chest and he pushed on my shoulders until I sunk to my knees. Hips ground against my face, dragging that firm bulge to my muzzle and I could smell his musk through the cotton.
"M-mister?" I asked, turning my head up towards his as if confused. Throb... Throb...
"Just be a good kid and and I won't tell your parents," he rumbled, hooking his fingers on his sweats and tugging the waistband down beneath that thick bulge.
The pictue of his cock didn't do it justice in person. That thick, veined member slapped up against my muzzle, clacking my teeth together in surprise. It throbbed up against his stomach and pulsed right in front of my nose and his musk flooded my senses.
I throbbed in my shorts and pressed my muzzle in against his shaft, licking at the base of his sheath and teasing my tongue inide the furry pouch where I knew his knot had yet to grow.
He growled appreciatively and kicked his sweats off his legs, spreading his thighs and dragging his sac up across my muzzle until they rested over my face.
They were just as heavy, warm, and smelled divine. My tongue traced out across his taint, dragging up along the cleft of his ass, then back along to his balls. Pre was dripping down onto my forehead and I shivered between his legs.
I had to hold onto his legs just to keep my paws from tearing my shorts off to get off right there.
We had planned for this to be quick, though, so before I could lose myself in his scent completely, he pulled back and guided the tip of that thick cock to my lips.
I gave it a dirty, sloppy kiss, tongue tracing over the head and along the thick vein underneath before my lips parted around the head. I lowered my muzzle down over the length as he pushed in against my tongue.
He had a strong, virile taste and his pre pooled on my tongue, forcing me to swallow to keep up. My mouth watered and I let out a needy whine, not even remotely forced. I wanted this as much as he did, if not more.
The fur around my trapped sheath was becoming increasinly damp as I leaked happily. Deepthroating him was difficult, and I gagged when he ground his cock against the back of my throat, my nose pressed firmly into his crotch.
I dug my claws into his thighs, panting through my nose when he'd bottom out against my throat, balls slapping my chin. His knot was starting to inflate and stretch my muzzle wider, and we both had the presence of mind to ease my muzzle back from that thick knob of flesh before there was any real danger.
His paws gripped my ears and pulled me against his cock as he began humping lightly. His chest was rumbling happily and I could hear him whispering dirty little nothings about how good a boy I was.
His apartment was a bit warmer than I generally kept mine, and as a result I could feel sweat running down his fur in small trickles, occasionally dripping onto me below.
I'd given up trying to swallow around his shaft, and pre was running from the corners of my mouth as my tongue darted out to lap along the thick veins.
His breathing was ragged and picking up speed and I knew he was close. With a sudden snarl he pushed in hard against my muzzle and I could feel his knot pulsing against my lips.
Strong, lupine cum flooded my muzzle and I choked, spitting it back up against his knot and out of my maw. He pulled away and another blast filled my mouth to the brim. His paw squeezed the angry knot at the base and my eyes, now adjusted to the dark, saw his slit part as another streak of cum painted my cheek and then over the bridge of my short, dobie muzzle.
He gasped out in pleasure, milking the last of his cum across my nose. "Fuck... get up. Lose your shorts," he growled dominantly.
He didn't even have to ask. I was on my feet, shorts on the floor, and my chest against his wall. My nub of a tail was wagging in anticipation and I hoped that the stretching I'd done earlier in the day would be enough for him.
The tapered tip of his cock pressed in against my hole and shoved in until his knot was at my entrance. Between the force of his thrust, and my lack of body weight, I was practically lifted off the ground by his cock.
My own throbbed between my legs, knot trapped in my brown sheath and thumping in time with my heart. God it hurt, but in that painful, burning way a good exercise does. I cried out and one of his paws clamped down over my muzzle, silencing me.
"Ssh, you wouldn't... want your parents to find out," he growled, grinding that thick knot to my hole. "Would you?"
Throb... Throb... This time it was my cock pulsing at the dirty talk. His warm gut was pinning me to the wall and his cock filled me in all the right spots.
I panted through my nose, a soft whine barely making it past his muzzle. His hips drew back and thrust forward hard enough to thump me against the wall. After a couple of those hard, deep thrusts, I briefly wondered if the wall would be able to survive the hard pounding.
He was picking up a slow, steady rhythm. One paw holding my muzzle shut while the other gripped my shoulder. That thick length slammed into me a few times, knot threatening to Kool-Air through my stretched hole. I had to feel it inside me.
I squeezed down on his length and then relaxed as best I could manage. I timed out his thrusts and on one particularly deep thrust, I relaxed and let all my weight fall down against his knot.
The thick fist-sized lump bashed through and locked us together. It was enough to send me toppling over the edge and I let out a strangled bark beneath his paw.
My knot was trapped painfully in my sheath, but that didn't stop my cock from spitting rope after rope of dobie cum against the entry wall.
My legs shook and it was all I could do to keep from digging my claws into his wall. His hips tugged back and forth a couple times, dragging my hips along with now joined at his knot.
Half a minute later and my V-Day hookup was white-washing my insides with hot seed. Some of his seed was dripping back from around the thick bulb and I could feel the small rivulets running down the inside of my thighs.
I was panting up a storm from under his paw and when he released my muzzle I took a much needed breath. His chest was thumping hard and I could feel his sweat against my back.
"Damn," he whispered, clearing his throat afterwards. He might not have been the best with words, but damn if he wasn't a fine catch all the same.
My lips curled up at the sides and I squeezed my passage down on his knot, earning a moan from us both. "Thanks for the good time," I said, reaching back to pat his flank as he hugged me from behind.
He nibbled on one of my ears and his cock pulsed up under my nub of a tail. "Mmm, you too. Maybe again sometime when there's more time," he said. One of his big paws pressed on the small of my back, and the other on my ass. A firm tug backwards yanked his knot from my hole and I winced in pain.
It was worth it, though.
There wasn't much more to say, and I collected my shirt, tugged my shorts back up, and slipped out the front door. His cum was still running down the backs of my thighs as I walked to my car, tugging my shirt back on over my head.
Turns out you don't need to have a boyfriend to enjoy Valentine's Day.