Mershark Boyfriend: Dorian 2 (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

That first kiss happened late in summer. You had just turned twelve and your parents usually either sent you to ssummer camp or a relative’s place to escape the crowds. That summer you’d been headed to camp, and when you got home you felt that getting trampled by tourists would have been better. You were savaged by mosquitos, sunburnt, and heartbroken from your first dalliance into romance. You’d ‘dated’ all summer, and at the end of camp the boy said he had a girlfriend back home and dumped you. You complained about the mosquitos, but left out the source of your burgeoning lacrimose teenage phase.

You went to the boardwalk underneath the family shop, which was right on the water so Dorian could hop onto the pebbly sand. You stood there, sad and sniffling, when Dorian popped out of the water. His grin was marred by a few missing teeth. “You came back!” he announced joyfully, bouncing up onto the beach to get near you.

“Yeah,” was all you could muster.

Dorian’s black eyes focused on you in concern. “Everything okay?”

You rubbed at your eyes. “You’re a boy, you wouldn’t get it.”

He pouted and shoved his long hair out of his face. “How come?”

You ducked your head, worried your best friend could act the same way as that jerk from summer camp. “What’d I do?” Dorian chirped sadly.

You looked up at him with fresh tears in your eyes, and he moved closer, putting his scrawny arm around you. “A boy hurt me,” you confessed.

“I’ll eat him!”

“No,” you started to argue, but you smiled. “I thought he liked me, Dorian.”

Dorian still didn’t understand, but he played along. “What’s not to like? You’re cool. You’re funny. You have all those neat toys.”

You sniffled and wiped at your eyes. “Not like…” You looked at him. “Have you ever kissed someone before?”

He looked even more confused. “No. But I’ve bitten some people I’ve liked.”

You knew mersharks had different ways of showing affection. But imagining getting touched by those teeth was scary enough. “What?”

“Yeah, we bite to show affection. Not hard, but that’s what we do.” Dorian tilted his head. “What’s a kiss like?”

You blushed, turning red-hot in a matter of seconds, then swallowed and shrugged. “It’s kind of soft. A little wet. It was weird.”

“Some guy kissed you?” Dorian looked pissed for a second. “What for?”

You lowered your head again. “He said he liked me.”

“Did he?”

You shook your head. Dorian scoffed. “Well, if he ever gets near you again, I’ll toss him into the water and thrash him. Okay?” When he didn’t get the response he wanted, he sighed. “It’s okay. Look, I like you. I’ll kiss you so you can forget all about that guy.”

“Of course you like me, you’re my friend!” you whimpered. “This was… different.”

Dorian shrugged. “But then he won’t be the last person you kissed. He’ll just be some guy you did.” His smile was bright. “Better to be kissed by me than some jerk, right?”

“You sure?” It wasn’t an awful idea. You liked the kiss with that kid, and maybe you’d like it better with someone you really cared about.

“What do I do?” Dorian asked.

You sniffled again, wiping your face dry so it wouldn’t be covered in snot. Then you moved closer to Dorian, facing him. “You close your eyes and, um, purse your lips.”

“Close my eyes? That sounds dumb.”

“Just do it.” You waited for his eyes to close and his lips to pucker. “And...” You inched closer, closing your eyes in turn and touching your lips to his. It was small and brief, but it was better than the one from before.

“Weird, but not bad,” Dorian said afterwards. He took your hand. “Can I show you how we bite?”

You were nervous, but decided to go along. “Will it hurt?”

“Nah, it’s nice!” He took one of your fingers, gently nipping the tip, and smiled at you while he did it. The bite didn’t hurt it all, and you were aware of the sharp teeth, but the pressure was light. He released your finger and offered his, allowing you to bite him in return.

“See? It’s nice!” Dorian said proudly.

You nodded shyly. “It was.”

He took hold of your hand, curling it so the back rested on his chest. “Don’t feel sad about that guy, okay? I’ll always be here, no matter what. If you ever need a bite or a kiss again, I’m here for you!”

Luckily, it was the last summer you were sent away. After that, your parents opened the gift shop and you helped out there. You never saw that old summer camp flame again, and you were able to see Dorian just about every day. Years went on, and romances came and went, but Dorian was always there for you, and you were always there for him. It should have been obvious where your feelings lay, but sometimes you fail to notice things.

You lift your head from Dorian’s chest. “It’s getting late. You probably need to head back to the ocean.”

“Yeah, unfortunately,” he grumbles. He looks at you with big black puppy-dog eyes. “Too bad you can’t breathe underwater.”

“Oh yes, it’s so tragic I would drown instead.” You kiss him softly. “I’ll see you in the morning. We’re shipping online orders, but that’s not until lunch.”

“So this won’t all turn out to be a dream when I wake up?” he chuckles.

“Not unless you sprout legs or something.” You gently bite his neck, and he makes the most adorable sound in his throat, somewhere between a moan and a yelp. It sounds innocent yet inescapably lustful. “I didn’t know you could make such a sound,” you giggle.

Dorian makes a face, pulling you back in close to bite your neck in return. You hold your breath, enjoying his teeth on your skin. You actually wouldn’t mind if he bit harder. “Hard not to, isn’t it?” he teases you. “Warn me next time. Bites like that don’t happen to me often.”

You bite his finger. “What about that?”

“That’s more like what I’m used to.” He bites the tip of your ear in return.

You help Dorian get back to the beach, standing in the cold sand as he makes his way to the ocean. He slips into the water, looking back at you with a huge grin on his face. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” You smile shyly, even though you’ve bid him goodnight countless times. You both seem to want to say more, but you hold back for now. He slips back into the water, and you slip into a hot shower.

In the morning, you go out to the beach with your coffee and find Dorian waiting for you there, his long tail stretched out and bobbing with the tide. He looks up at you, holding his smile until he’s sure it isn’t a dream. He’s reassured by your kiss, and his smile finally blossoms.

“Smells like rain out here, doesn’t it?” You take a seat beside him and curl into his side.

“It does.” He gazes out with a smile on his face. “Any rainy-day plans?”

You shrug. “Not really. I’m just packing those online orders later.” You glance up at him, almost having to tilt your neck back just to see him. “I’ll be home the rest of the day, I suppose.”

Dorian pushes his hair to the side. “Would you be opposed to a visit?”

“From who?” you tease.

Dorian bends over, kissing your face and pushing you down into the sand. “I think you’re still being shadowed by those horny ghosts from last night. I think they want to visit.”

“Don’t remind me!” you cackle as he kisses you. Dorian has you trapped between him and the sand, but you don’t want to escape, melting under his teasing. His kisses flutter against your skin. He looks into your eyes, the black seeming darker than before, and you touch his face, feeling his cheek sink into your palm.

“Did I go too far?” Dorian asks softly.

You shake your head. “You could have kept going.”

“I’d like to, but I didn’t think the sand would be forgiving,” he says jokingly. He helps you sit up and dusts the sand from your back. “I still don’t want to move too suddenly with this, you know? I want us to take time. Even if we feel the same way, this is still new to us.”

You nod. “I know, and you’re right. This should be a step-by-step thing.” You shake sand from your hair.

“We’re both excited, that’s all.” Dorian lies stomach-down in the sand so his fin juts up in the air. “I’ll keep my hands where I can see them.”

You laugh and kiss his shoulder. “What about my hands?”

“Hey, now,” he snickers. “Play nice.”

“I will, promise.” You lie so you’re leaning against his back and side. “Come over tonight. I’ll set up my tablet in the bathroom and we can watch a movie or something.”

“Sounds nice.” Dorian peers back at you. “Maybe you could bite me again.”

You bite your tongue. “Maybe you could bite me back.”

Dorian’s laugh is giggly and shy. “It’s so weird how everything is the same, but so different. Like there’s this extra layer of awkward between us that wasn’t there before. It’s not bad, just new.” He props himself up on his elbows. “I’m between wanting to laugh and joke around with you, but also make love to you. I think that’s what’s making me feel off.”

“Of course it is.” You sit up and smooth your hand down his back. “I mean, you and I are closer than peas in a pod. But we’ve never been that close physically. That’s the new part.”

Dorian looks you in the eye. “I don’t want that to take over, though, even if it’s something that… I just…” His expression is hard to read, but you don’t think it’s worrisome. “You’re so beautiful and precious to me, it takes my breath away. I want to hold you close to me, to feel all of you around me. I want to taste more than your lips, and I…” He laughs nervously. “And then I get nervous, because it’s you, and I love you, and I want to get it right for you.”

Your face is apple-red and your heart feels like shattered concrete with flowers pushing through. You can’t believe these things are coming from his lips. “I, uh…” There’s no way you can match what he’s saying. “Even if it’s not, just being close to you is wonderful enough for me.” You place your hand on his arm. “To learn your body is very exciting to me.”

Dorian nods. “I think so, too. But your body. I know my body, I know…” He looks away quickly. “You know what I mean.”

You lift his hand and gently bite his finger. “Have you ever had sex with a human before?” you ask shyly.

Dorian shakes his head. “No. Have you?”

“A couple of times. But never with a mershark.” Your smile is bashful. “Any mersharks?”

“A friend of mine,” he answers with a nostalgic smile. “We fooled around a bit.”

You kiss his palm, and he dips his head and nips your bottom lip gently, tugging it and sucking it before releasing it. “I’m very curious,” you murmur.

Dorian smirks. “What about?”

Your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. “Let’s maybe talk somewhere more private.” You begin to feel droplets of rain splash against you. “I should go back inside. But tonight…”

“Yeah, tonight.” Dorian wiggles back into the water. “I’ll see you then.”

It’s a hard thought to push from your mind, after he put it so eloquently. You imagine what his body must feel like as he moves to please you, how his hands would move to touch you, his lips on your skin, his breath pulsing over you. You wonder how he would respond to your lips, your tongue. You wanted to taste him just as he did you.

You get the bathroom set up for the evening, filling the tub and placing the tablet on the back of the toilet where you both can watch it. You really do wish you had a bigger bathroom than this. Dorian’s almost too big for it these days. It’s still raining when Dorian arrives, so when he comes through the door he’s slick with rain. “What do you feel like watching tonight?” you ask. You’re wearing a robe, which of course he notices.

“I’m not sure. Maybe Clue again?” He slips into the warm bathwater and sighs.

“Again?” you chuckle. “We watch that all the time.”

“But I like it.” Dorian grins up at you as you sit on the edge of the tub. “Don’t you?”

You smile warmly. “It’s my favorite.”

He kisses you, moving his lips to your neck and biting. You press your palms against his shoulders, head smoldering from all the thoughts he put into it that morning. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmurs in your ear. “It’s gotten worse, but I couldn’t stay away.”

“I know what you mean,” you chuckle. “I’ve been preoccupied after what you said this morning.” You smile at him, seeing his eyes wide and shining. “Um, I thought maybe - and you can say no - maybe if we just fooled around a bit…”

“What about step-by-step?” Dorian sits up straight. “If you don’t want to, I…”

“I want to. I just don’t want you to think I’m going too fast or anything.” You place your palm upon his cheek. “I want to touch you more.”

He melts. “Me too.”

You remove your robe, pressing your bare body against his. He shudders, carefully placing his hands on you as you ease into the tub with him. You kiss him, forgetting about the movie or anything else. Dorian’s breath shudders, but you’re sure yours would be too, if you could hear anything over the pounding in your ears. “You’re so soft,” Dorian whispers. “And warm.” His hands tremble as they touch your lower back, waiting to go lower.

You sit up, and his Dorian’s widen. “Do you mind if I explore a little?”

“I’d love it.” Dorian gulps to catch his breath. “I mean…” He sits up higher, letting his tail hang over the side of the tub. “I should be the one to offer that first.”

You smile, feeling his hands go up your sides. “If you’d like.”

Dorian dips down, his lips brushing against your shoulder. He moans against your skin, his hands touching just under your breasts. He gets bolder, cupping them in his palms as he chuckles. “What’s that about?” you pout.

“Sorry…” he pants. “They’re just so soft. I mean, I knew they were, but…” Dorian chuckles again. “It’s more than that.”

“Your hands feel good,” you moan. “So big.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He gently nips your cheek, then dips down again, gently dragging his teeth against your breast. He breaths on your skin, darting out his tongue to lick it. His breath shudders again. He bites, sharp teeth gentle against your flesh. It felt amazingly good. “I love how you feel against my tongue.” He bites again. “Like your skin is pressing against it.” He moans, pressing himself close to you.

“Your tongue feels amazing, too.” You run your fingers through his long hair. “Dorian,” you mewl.

His body twitches, shivering from the tail up. His tongue laps harder, dipping between your breasts. “That sounds amazing.”

You pull his head up, kissing him hungrily before you move your lips down his neck, biting his shoulder. You nuzzle his chest, kissing and nibbling as you sit on his lap. You take his hand, biting and sucking each finger. You take your time, wanting to see his expression and hear the faltering of his breath. You look up into his eyes, and realize there’s a chance you won’t be able to turn away after this.

“Maybe we should take a pause.” You try to catch your breath.

He nods. “Yeah, maybe.” He swallows hard, then forces out a laugh. “This was…” He breathes deeply. “This was a lot of fun.”

You stand up from the water. “It was. So fun that my legs are shaky.”

His big hands cup your hips to steady you, his fingers inadvertently sinking into your rear. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You sit down on the edge of the tub.

Dorian sniffs, nostrils flaring as he smells something new. “You sure?”

You nod, catching your breath. “It’s just been a while, that’s all.”

Dorian’s still on the track of that new scent, sniffing your neck and your chest. He realizes it’s coming from between your thighs, and places his palm on your lap. Slowly, you open your thighs for him. The two of you keep your eyes locked as his hand goes between your thighs. He finds the source of the scent on his fingertips, then tastes it. “Dorian,” you breathe again.

He licks his lips, dragging the tip against the sharp edge of his teeth. “Can I see?”

You open your thighs slowly, arching your hips so he can have a better view. His eyes widen, but you don’t see them for long. His head goes between your legs, kissing and nibbling on your inner thigh. “Dorian,” you pant again.

His tongue presses against your cunt, tasting you directly, feeling your heat and desire at the source. He moans, pulling back slowly as you dribble down his chin. He licks his chops, smirking to himself. “So that’s your flavor. It’s very savory.”

You giggle as he nibbles your neck. “It felt good.” You take his hand and place it back between your legs. “All of you feels so good.”

He rasps in your ear, moaning and groaning as he touches you. His thick fingers slip inside and a low, sharp growl escapes his lips.

“I want you,” you cry to him.

“What about… going slow?” He looks desperately into your eyes.

You lick your lips. “Then fuck me slow.”

Dorian stops breathing for a second, his eyes wide and teeth exposed. “Okay.” He lays you in the water, kissing you hungrily, biting your shoulders and neck. Then he takes your wrist and moves your hand down his chest. His long torso is smooth until you reach a small opening. Your fingers dip inside, finding it sticky and cool. Dorian’s moans became deeper, more desperate. He buries his face into your neck. You feel something else inside, two bumps that move towards your touch. The more you feel him there, the bigger the bumps become, slowly easing out with your fingers. They slip along your belly, cool and slick.

“Oh wow, Dorian,” you say in alarm.

“Will it work?” Dorian asks.

You stroke both shafts, feel their slickness. “One would have been enough,” you giggle.

He smiles at you, kissing you as his body sinks into yours. He holds you tightly as the two of you move in sync, slowly working one of the shafts inside you. Dorian loses his breath, trembling as he moves his hips. You cling to him, holding on tightly as the water sloshes from the tub. You take your time savoring him, making sure there’s no rush to that night. You lay him back, riding him, giving each shaft a chance inside you. He’ll have to return to the ocean soon, you know, but you just want him there for as long as possible. His body is yours, and your body is his. That night, it’s just the two of you bound together.

You stretch over him in the tub, bite marks covering your shoulders. You smile in content,ent, having slaked a craving that will probably return in a short while. Dorian is lying limp, his tail dangling over the side of the tub. “I don’t want to go,” he breathes. “But I can feel myself drying out as we speak.”

You rise from his chest, pushing your hair from your face. “Best we get you home, then.”

“No, no,” he whines. “This is my home now. I’ve made love to my girl. I don’t ever want to go back. Let us turn to sea foam for all I care.”

You kiss him lovingly. “I’d rather not be that dramatic.”

He smiles at you, eyes bright and shiny. “Slow from here on.”

You both chuckle, and you help Dorian get from the tub to the front door. As he moves onto the beach he breathes in deeply. “That was the best time we never watched Clue.”

“It really was.” You gaze at him, excited to see him again but not wanting to part so soon. “Maybe we can watch it tomorrow.”

“Maybe.” He comes back to you, stealing another kiss before he returns to the ocean. You sigh dreamily, wobbling back inside to collapse on the sofa, extremely happy and eager for the next day.