Werewolf Boyfriend: Dean 2 (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

The new yoga class that Rosie is taking you to starts at the time you usually begin your workout. Actually, it starts an hour later, so you get to make yourself one of your rare fancy breakfasts. It’s not that fancy - you just add an avocado to your usual fare - but you get to savor it, which makes it extra fancy.

You meet up with Rosie half way through your run, and together you go to the building where the class is held, an old chain store that went out of business and has been retrofitted as office spaces. The new yoga studio is at the back, so you walk through the central lot, which has a small cafe, outdoor seating and lots of plants. “We’ll get coffee before we go!” Rosie is so excited. She’s been wanting to try yoga, but the one class offered at the gym is a bit advanced. This class is tailored for beginners and casual types.

The class is already quite full, but you and Rosie manage to find a spot near the corner. It’s closer to the front than you would like, but everyone seems to be staying towards the back. “I wonder who the teacher is,” Rosie says quietly. “I know it’s a guy. I wonder if he’s cute.”

You smirk at her. “How many times do I have to remind you about Mikey?”

“It’s just nice to have something to look at. Chill.” Rosie’s eyes light up as she looks towards the door at the back of the classroom. “No way. The Shadow is here!”

You turn to see Dean coming through the door in the rear. He moves to the front of the class and pulls out a stereo before putting on the music. “Is he the teacher?”

“Oh, wow, he’s not what I expected.” Rosie sits at attention like the rest of the class.

“Good morning,” Dean says charmingly. “How is everyone doing today? Well, I hope you’re all excited to join us. This is our very first class, and we’re excited to finally be up and going after months of getting the space ready.”

“I wonder if this was the good work he was talking about,” you murmur.

Rosie leans towards you. “What?” You try to brush her off as Dean keeps talking.

“Just so you know, there are two things I wanna start with before we get serious. One, I got a cavity filled yesterday, and my jaw still kind of hurts. Two, this is a port wine stain.” He touches the birthmark on his face. “I’m not burned, it doesn’t hurt, and I’ve had this since I was born. No, I don’t want it fixed. And no, my mother did not drink wine while she was pregnant with me. It’s just a term.”

Rosie’s cheeks turn bright red as you giggle. Dean spots you, and smiles in your direction before returning to the class. “Okay, now we can get down to business. I want you all to sit, get nice and comfortable, and we are going to breathe.” He sits and instructs you on how to breathe, which is nice. You didn’t expect simple breathing to be so pleasant.

You’re quite stiff, so some of the poses you go through are difficult to master. Dean is very busy going around the class and helping others before he reaches you. “Mind if I position your hips?”

“Uh…” You’re a bit embarrassed. “Okay!”

He places his hands firmly and gently on your hips, helping you to move into a better pose. “There we go. Remember to breathe. After a while this will get easier to do.”

“I sure hope so. I’ve never been able to touch my toes,” you say jokingly.

Dean chuckles, helping you move into the next pose. “Give me a couple of weeks, and I’ll have you touching your toes.”

“Do I need to call the cops?” Rosie teases.

“Hopefully not.” Dean stands back up, going to help another student.

After the class ends, lots of people go to the front to sign up for packages and memberships. You’re still sitting, relishing the act of breathing deeply. “Oh shoot,” Rosie huffs.

“What’s the matter?” you ask.

Rosie is looking at her phone. “It’s Mikey. He wants to eat my pussy.”

“Rosie, c’mon!” you whine.

“I guess I’ll go home. Sorry I can’t get a fancy coffee with you.” She stands up. “I’ll sign up for a membership online. Are you going to join?”

You glance towards Dean at the front. “I’m thinking about it.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later then.” Rosie leaves. You get up to roll your mat, then approach the front, where the crowd has thinned out a bit.

“How did you like it?” Dean asks, looking excited.

“It was fun. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did. I also didn’t expect you to be the teacher.”

Dean chuckles. “I was surprised to see you too. And yeah, the reason I moved out here was to be an instructor. The lady I worked for before retired, so my friend and I opened up this place together.”

“That’s pretty impressive. Was there not a lot of demand for yoga in Hearthway Hollow?” you ask, hoping this will provide an opening to ask about the werewolf rumor.

Dean sighs heavily. “There were plenty of studios down there, but making money was the hard part. I can actually make money out here, even if it’s a long way to travel.” Dean then points to the membership board. “Are you looking to sign up?”

You shrug. “Sure. Rosie and I will probably make this our weekend thing.”

“Good,” Dean says brightly. “I don’t have another class for a while, my business partner is teaching the next one. Wanna get something at the cafe?”

Your heart flips and your stomach flops. You stumble with your words, then settle on nodding. “Sure. I’ve got nothing else to do until later.”

“Okay, great! Go sign up, I’m going to change shirts really quick.” He leaves and you go to the sign up board, leaving your information. You wait for him, and when he comes out it’s the first time you’ve seen him with his hair out of its bun. The division between the dark hair on one side and the grey-and-white on the other is even more stark, reminding you of Cruella de Vil. Dean fusses with it, then just stops and lets it hang. “Ready?”

“Yeah. How’s your tooth?” you ask.

“My jaw is sore from the shot, but the tooth feels so much better. I was actually able to have ice cream last night.” Dean leads you out to the cafe, where people from the class have already gathered.

“You like ice cream?” you chuckle.

“So much. It’s my guilty pleasure,” Dean says with a wink.

You want to bring up werewolves, but how? “So, I looked up your town last night.”

There’s a noticeable bristle in Dean’s demeanor. “Really? Were you that curious about it?” He rubs his neck.

You try to reassure him with a smile. “A little. I could just be nosy, too. But I found something weird…”

Dean scoffs. “Here it comes.”

“So you’re aware.” You don’t want to laugh just yet.

“Is it about the werewolves?” Dean asks.

“Maybe?”

Dean shrugs and pops his neck. “All the neighboring towns back home think the werewolf rumors are hilarious. Ever since that Twilight shit came out, it’s only made it worse.”

“Oh…” You fidget, feeling guilty you brought up.

“Sorry. I think it’s…” He hesitates, and you can see how hard he’s thinking. “People think werewolves are evil, right? Which is bad for a small town like Hearthway Hollow. I don’t want anyone thinking anything bad about the people there, just because werewolf history is…” Dean stops again. “I know you like this paranormal stuff, so maybe you understand what I’m trying to say.”

“It’s pitbulls vs chihuahuas.”

Dean frowns at you. “Huh?”

“Chihuahuas are the most vicious dog breed, right? But they don’t have the stigma that pitbulls have. So werewolves have the pitbull stigma, when in reality there are chihuahuas out there who just attack who they want.”

Dean’s expression softens, and he starts to laugh. “Who’s the chihuahua in this situation?” he cackles

“I’m just trying to help!” You can’t help but giggle, seeing him laugh like that. You continue to laugh even as you make your drink order. Dean pays for your coffee, and you sit down together. It feels natural. The more you talk to him, the more and more you like him.

“Just so I don’t seem weird, would it be okay if I got your number now, rather than take it from the sign-up board?” Dean asks. “I don’t wanna be that guy.”

You bite your lip and nod. “I’d prefer it.”

“And, uh, just so I get that analogy correctly,” he murmurs as he takes out his phone. “You like pitbulls, right?”

You put your number into his contacts with a smile. “They’re my favorite dogs.”

“Okay, cool. Awesome.” Dean looks at his phone and types something. You get a text a second later. “That’s me.”

You look at your phone and grin. “A date?”

Dean nods. “Whenever you’re free.”

You could almost kiss him. “I’ll check my schedule when I get home, but I’m free this evening, unless you’re busy because it’s opening day.”

Dean looks very disappointed. “Yeah, it’s going to be hectic today. We’ll probably have a private celebration for the first day, then hit the bed until tomorrow.”

“Make sense. I’ll let you know what days are good for me when I get back home. Thanks for the coffee.” You stand up from the table. “Good luck with the rest of your opening day.”

“Thanks,” Dean beams. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

At home, you shower immediately out of force of habit. After that you message Dean back with the days you can go out. Saturdays are usually best, but you’re willing to give up an evening to go out with him. You don’t hear from him for a while - he’s busy, after all. But when he does reply, you get excited.

“I know it’s an odd day, but would Wednesday evening be okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I get off work around five, so how about we meet up somewhere at six?” you ask.

“Sounds good! Anywhere you’d like to go?”

You smile to yourself. “Would I be awful if I asked for a surprise?”

“Not at all. I’ll figure something out that’ll be fun. I’m kind of excited. Is that too embarrassing?” Dean texts back.

He’s so cute. “I’m excited too. It’s not embarrassing.”

“Okay, good!”

You text back and forth on and off with Dean all day, as you give your place its monthly deep clean. Once you’re done, it starts getting dark out, so you take a quick shower, have your dinner, and get into bed. It’s early, but you liked to catch up on TV on Saturday evenings. You play around on your phone a bit , reading up on werewolves. You read the story of Lyacon, who made a meal of a sacrificed boy, which angered Zeus so much that the god turned Lyacon and all his sons into werewolves. A Norse legend speaks of a father and son who wore magical pelts that turned them into wolves, and went on a killing spree which only ended when the father almost killed the son. It’s only until recently that werewolf stories emerged which softened their image, made them sympathetic and even heroic. There’s a lot of erotica too, but that’s a different story.

When you fall asleep, you drift into a dream. You’re dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, running through the forest, hoping to evade the hidden dangers in the trees until you reach the safety of the cottage up ahead. But the cottage stays fixed in the distance, no matter how far you move. You come to a stop, and the forest stretches out around you in every direction You hear raspy breathing from the trees, laughter and low voices. From the corner of your eye you see grey fur. You try to track it, but it keeps moving out of your field of view.

You walk ahead, and this time you reach the cottage in a few steps. You knock on the door, but there’s no reply. Again you see a flash of gray fur from the corner of your eye. You turn to catch it, but it moves away too quickly. You stand on tiptoe to peer through the cottage window, and inside you see a woman naked in bed, head thrown back, crying out in passion. Between her open thighs is a massive beast covered in fur. You watch curiously as the beast brings the woman to ecstasy. Her body shivers, her back arches, and the creature grins with pleasure as he lifts his great head. He’s a werewolf, his jowls glistening with the woman’s arousal. You marvel at how big his tongue is as he laps up the mess.

“All the better to eat you with, my dear.” The voice breathes into your ear, sending shivers and jolts of arousal down your legs. The wolf inside looks out the window and directly into your eyes, and grins wickedly before descending on the woman again. Hands climb up your legs, grasping you around the hips and holding you in place as you feel fur tickle the back of your legs. The werewolf growls into your ear, and you wake up.

You swallow hard, blinking blindly into the darkness around you. You check your phone for the time, then set it aside as you catch your breath. You’ve never had a wet dream like that before. You stand up to get a drink of water and try and sort this out. After reading all those werewolf stories, and some of the erotica, you were bound to have this kind of dream! Not to mention you’re excited for your date with Dean. You have high hopes for it going well and for ending your dry spell.

You get back in bed with your cold glass of water, and see that Dean has sent a text message while you were in the bathroom. “I know it’s late, but I’m out and about and had a good idea for a date. I can’t wait to see you again. I’m a little drunk.”

“Drink some water. Get some rest,” You text him back. Then you lean back against the headboard, sipping the cold water until you’ve mostly cooled down. But the dream comes back, and this time, you’re the woman on the bed.

On Wednesday evening, you’re waiting to be picked up. You’re nervous, which you know is silly, because you’ve seen Dean at the gym the past couple of mornings. This isn’t something completely new, except it really is. When Dean finally pulls up, he gets out of his car to greet you. “Okay, so I have reservations at a great restaurant. I have a couple of other things in mind, but I think we should see how we feel after we eat.”

Dean is beaming, and his hair is down too, showing off how long and wavy it is. He’s dressed nicely and smells delightful. You fidget shyly, feeling even more nervous to see him looking so good. “Okay. That sounds fun.”

“Everything okay?” Dean asks.

You nod. “You look really, really nice.”

Dean’s cheeks darken. “So do you.” His eyes dart around for a second, but then he smiles, and in the next instant you’re kissing. His hair is so soft. His hands are warm, and his lips feel amazing. Your head is spinning, and those werewolf sex dreams come back to haunt you.

Dean breaks the kiss. “Sorry,” he breathes. “I…”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I was just thinking.” Your mind wanders, dazed.

“Dinner?”

“Dinner! Yeah,” you laugh.

The rest of the date goes well. Dean takes you out to eat, and afterwards you go for a walk to the pier, where live music is being performed. You end up kissing again, a lot more. You almost invite him up to your place, but decide to wait. You go out again on Thursday night, at a bar near your house, where you share a couple of drinks while you talk. You end up making out again, but just when you want to invite him over, Dean gets a call from his business partner and has to leave.

You plan a better date for Sunday afternoon. You’ve offered to make Dean lunch, then go out for a walk. It’s your usual Sunday routine, but it’s also partly a trap. If the mood is right, you can take it to your bedroom. If not, you’ll get a lovely walk.

Dean arrives at your door, looking a bit nervous. “Your place looks nice.”

“I just did a deep clean last week,” you tell him. “I can give you a tour before I finish up our lunch.”

“You do your cooking. I don’t wanna be a bother.” Dean looks around, then takes a seat. “I’m trying to be a good boy today.”

“A good boy?” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I’ve been handsy the last couple of times we went out. I’m telling myself to calm down and enjoy the moment.”

You smile shyly. “I thought that was me doing that.”

Dean’s smile grows. “No. Well, maybe not entirely.” His cheeks darken and he looks out the window. “You have a great view.”

“Thanks. I think I need to get curtains. Last night that full moon was driving me crazy,” you huff. “It was so damn bright. I can see why werewolves howl at it.”

Dean’s eyes widen. “Werewolves?”

“I mean wolves.” You feel caught. “I did!”

Dean looks you over. “Still on your werewolf kick?”

You look down to focus on what’s on the stove. “I know it bothers you. I’m sorry. I just got really curious.”

“It’s not werewolves I have an issue with,” Dean murmurs. “It’s hard to explain. I don’t even know how to explain it.” He stops and presses his lips into a firm line. “Maybe…”

“Maybe?” You turn to him again. “Maybe what?”

Dean’s eyes focus on you. He pulls his hair to the side, then tugs at the sleeves of his shirt, takes a deep breath and stands up. “Do you think these things you read about are real?” He approaches you. “Bigfoot and Mothman and all those things - do you think they’re actually out there, or do you think it’s all fun?”

You turn down the heat on the stove. “I think there are things out there that do exist. I’ve seen a ghost before. So why not all these other things? Why not werewolves and Mothman?”

Dean’s brow furrows. “You’ve seen a ghost?”

“When I was little. She would walk outside my door at night.” You smile shyly. “That’s why I like to read the Spoopy Forecast and stories about werewolves. Because I think it’s selfish to believe that humans are alone in the world.”

“But aren’t you afraid of those things?” Dean asks.

You sigh. “Of course I am! I’m not crazy. That Beach Beast has me so scared I haven’t been on my usual run route in three weeks!”

Dean looks a tad guilty. “What if those things were nice, though? What would you do?”

You shrug. “That seems like a fantasy. I dunno. Maybe talk to them? See if they’re okay?”

Dean comes closer. “Would you ever kiss one?” he asks teasingly.

You smirk at him. “Depends how cute they are.”

Dipping down, Dean kisses you, and you sigh happily as the kisses deepen. His hands knead into your hips and a low moan rumbles in his throat. “I really like you,” he murmurs into your ear.

“I really like you too.” You loop your arms around his neck. “What should we do about it?”

You kiss again, the intent growing more and more passionate. You may have to delay lunch, you think. But then Dean says something completely unexpected. “I’m a werewolf. I can show you.”