Monster Boyfriend (WRLD-complete)

    You’ve been finding excuses to not go home. You stay later at work when you can, or you go to the grocery store. On several occasions you have just lied, saying you were going to your parents or visiting friends, but really you just went to the park and sat on a bench for a few hours. You really don’t like going home right now. Your boyfriend is a drunk, more often than not he’s three sheets to the wind when you come back. He’s lazy too and has already lost the job he got no less than a month ago.

    Right now, you sit on the same park bench you’ve been frequenting, eating something from a fast food joint, and scrolling through your phone. You know you should dump this guy, but there are still feelings there, for some dumb reason. You’re also scared, you have no idea who would want you if you left this asshole. 

    You set your phone aside and sigh as you lean back to look u at the sky. It’s starting to get dark out, and the street lamps are coming on. You see a few people still lingering around, probably drug addicts and murderers, you think to yourself. 

    “Maybe if I stick around I can get high or die. Either way, it’ll make going home more bearable,” you smirk, making yourself laugh with your own stupid joke. You clean up your mess and throw it away. As you’re walking out of the park, you pass by a tall, imposing figure. He’s wearing a dark hoodie, but you can see his face is skeletal and animal-like. He’s broad-shouldered and, and you see his thick hands are clawed and covered in blue fur. You ’re, and you stare after him as he walks into the park, his long tail swishing behind him.

    “Oh wow,” you whisper out loud.

    The guy’s head turns, and you quickly scamper away. You grin as you run to the bus stop, thinking to yourself you wouldn’t mind if he murdered you. You get onto the bus once it arrives and your mind wanders to the man from the park. There were all sorts of creatures and monsters. You’ve worked with orcs before, and you grew up next door to a gargoyle, but this guy was different. He was big and furry, and his skeletal face didn’t bother you, in fact, you liked it more than most faces. You smirk to yourself, wishing you had snapped a photo before you had run away.

    You reach into your pocket for your phone, but you find it isn’t there. You search every pocket on you. As you rip your purse apart, you realize you left on the bench in the park. You cuss to yourself, fuming. The bus drops you off, and you consider getting a cab to take you back so you can search for it, You know that realistically someone has already claimed your phone as their own by now. You sigh, thinking about how much that is going to cost you. You slink on home, even more, depressed than before.

    As you come to the stoop of the apartment building someone stands up from the stairs. They’re tall and domineering. They then hand out something to you. 

    “Is this yours?” They ask.

    You gasp, seeing your phone before you. “Oh my god!” You grab it, touching soft, blue fur as you do. “How did you-” you hesitate, gazing up at their face. Your heart starts to hammer, it’s the cute guy from the park. Your cheeks begin to burn, and you forget how to breathe for a moment.

    He tilts his head. “It was left on a bench,” he replies. “You might want to be more careful, did you not see all the murderers still in the park?”

    You giggle at his joke and smile up at him. “Thank you. Really.” You clutch your phone to your chest. “I was just calculating how much replacing it was going to cost me.”

    “It’s going to still cost you,” he says.

    Your heart stops cold. “What?” You gasp.

    “How about dinner? As a thank you?” He smirks, tilting his head to the other side now. 

    You swallow your heart down, and you slip your phone into your pocket. Your eyes dart up to your apartment, and you smile at him. “Yeah, I can do that.” I take one last look behind me at my apartment’s window before I walk beside him down the street.

    “What’s your name?” You ask, looking up at him.

    “WRLD,” he says.

    You grimace, not exactly sure how you would pronounce that. “Well, it’s nice to meet you,” you smile at him. 

    “Nice to meet you,” he chuckles. 

    “How did you know where to return my phone?” You ask. “I have it locked.”

    “To quote a certain toucan I just followed my nose.” He taps the end of his snout. “It was easy to find you that way.”

    You bite back a grin. “You got there before I did. Did you fly or something?”

    He chuckles. “Or something.”

    You giggle as you walk into a twenty-four-hour diner. It smells thick of coffee and grease, but it’s the sort of place that’s comfortable and familiar no matter who you are or where you’re from. You sit down with him, ordering coffee and pie while he orders himself a breakfast platter.

    You end up talking way into the night. He’s funny and charming and has you laughing until your guts and face are sore. He’s sexy too, at least you think he is. There’s something about him that makes you feel even more drawn to him. More than once that evening you imagined what it would be like to ride him until dawn.

    As you part, you trade phone numbers. He grins at his phone then waves at you. “I would like to do this again.”

    “Really?” Your cheeks burn.

    “Really, good night.” He turns, walking away as he leaves you at your stoop.

    You’re grinning from ear to ear, having had a fantastic time. You go up to your apartment, and as you walk inside you hear loud music playing. You roll your eyes, going to the stereo and turning it off. You hear grunting and moaning from the bedroom.

    “Shit! Fuck! She’s back,” you hear your boyfriend say.

    “What?” A woman’s voice shatters your mind like thin glass. You hear thudding around and scrambling. A disheveled woman runs past you and out the door. Your boyfriend steps out, wiping his mouth, his face and chest are sweaty, and there is lipstick on his stomach.

    “It’s not what it looks like, I swear.” He says.

    You turn to the door and leave. 

    “Baby wait!” He chases after you and you slap him as hard as you can. “If you’re not out of here by tomorrow afternoon I’m calling my brothers to come skin you alive!” You shriek at him. He’s drunk enough that you can shove him to the ground as you race out of the building.

    You start walking down the street as the shock and horror washes over you. You start to sniffle and cry. You call your friend, and she comes to pick you up, taking you to her house for the evening. 

    Come morning, there is a barrage of texts from your boyfriend, well, ex now. You ignore them, knowing if he’s not out of there your brothers will make sure he is. You then see a text from WRLD, and your heart starts to hammer.

    “Something told me you’d need a pick me up today, how about you find my phone and I treat you to dinner.”

    You smile, feeling better seeing his message.

    “I do need a pick me up. Where can I find your phone at?” You reply back to his message.

    He responds almost instantly. “I’m at work.” He then sends the address to his job. “You can find it there all day today.”

    Your friend helps you get ready for the day, doing your makeup and fixing your hair. You then leave around lunch, finding his office building, which is something of a surprise. You didn’t imagine him working in an office. He apparently works for a call center as a supervisor. The secretary points you to his office, and you go to it. The door is slightly cracked, so you peek inside. You see him at his desk, his back is turned, but you hear a soft moan. Your heart leaps into your throat, and you open the door more. You see over the desk to the pink tip of his cock. He’s stroking it and cupping his hand over his mouth to keep from being too loud. You see on his computer screen his watching porn. 

    You feel like you should be disgusted by this, but instead, you feel aroused. You actually like seeing this. You open his door more, glad it doesn’t squeak, and you close it behind you. He doesn’t move when the door closes, maybe he doesn’t hear. You stand there and watch him as the heat in your loins becomes a dull ache.

    “Why are you just standing there?” He growls.

    You take a breath and bite your lip.

    “I could use some help,” he waves you over.

    You walk around his desk and stand beside him. He grins up at you and touches your arm. “Oh wow, you look amazing,” he purrs. He keeps pumping his fist over his dick. “I could smell you,” he whispers. 

    “Oh right,” you touch the tip of his snout. “Toucan.”

    He chuckles and reaches up, grabbing your shirt by the collar and tugging you down. His long tongue licks at your lips, and then he nibbles at your neck. You pet your palm down his chest and run your fingers up his cock. He groans, panting into your ear as you wrap your fist around the thick shaft.

    “Good girl,” he snarls into your ear.

    You bite your lip. “This is bad,” you whisper. You move your hand, stroking him slowly.

    He chuckles. “But it feels good right?” He looks into your eyes. “You wanted me last night, I could smell your desire.” He licks your lips again. “I wanted you too.”

    Your lips part and his tongue slithers in. You suck on it, moaning as you feel him throb against your palm. He slurps his tongue back, and you let go of him.

    “Do you want to stop?” He asks. “Is this too comfortable?” He puts his hands on your hips and looks up at you. “If you want to stop for now it won’t hurt my feelings.” He then chuckles. “I know you’ll make it up to me.”

    You smirk at him. “So cocky.” You kneel before him and lick his shaft. 

    He groans, running his claws through your hair as your tongue presses to his sack. “Mmm, very good girl.”

    There’s a knock on his door and moves you under his desk as he turns the porn on his screen off. “Come in,” he sounds so nonchalant as he says that.

    “Sorry to be a bother,” a man says. “I was just wondering if I could go over this new proposal with you.”

    He rolls his hips under the desk, pressing the tip of his cock to your lips. You swirl your tongue around the shining helmet, glancing up, just able to see under his chin from your position. 

    “Go right ahead, pull up a chair,” WRLD chuckles.

    You start touching yourself, reaching into your pants and rubbing your palm against your already soaked panties. Why was this so exciting? Why did you like it so much? You take WRLD into your mouth, stroking him and sucking him as his conversation goes on. You have no idea how he’s keeping his composure, you’re giving it your all. Your fingers push aside your panties, and you rub yourself, tapping your clit and slipping fingers inside. You’re trying to keep quiet and not make a sound, but it’s so hard.

    WRLD reaches under the desk, grabbing your hair and scratching the back of your neck. He’s still talking like everything is normal. He laughs and jokes with the guy. Finally, you hear the door open and close.

    He pulls back, dragging you along with him. “Good girl,” he growls, his tongue hanging out of his jowls. “Oh fuck, so good.” He pulls you up and yanks away your pants. He shoves you onto his desk, spreading your thighs wide open. His teeth drag on your skin, and he pushes his tongue deep inside you. You whimper, crying out as you feel him wriggling and writhing inside you.

    His paw comes up, clamping over your mouth to keep you quiet. You grip onto his wrist, huffing, and puffing as he slurps and snarls below. You can hear the wetness and his feasting. His tongue coils around your clit, squeezing it and teasing it. You grunt and accidentally chomp down on his finger. You grip onto the edge of the desk as your body erupts. Your legs kick and your back arches off the desk.

    He chuckles as he pulls back. “Well now,” he says. “That was a delicious meal.”

    Your head is swimming, and you feel dizzy. He kisses you, licking your lips as he moves between your thighs. “Let me thank you.”

    “Didn’t you just-?” you grunt as you feel him shove inside you. One swift motion and his thick cock is deep inside you.

    He pushes away your shirt and bra, so they’re under your chin. “Oh, my! What a lovely surprise.” He plays with the piercings in your nipples. “I like this.”

    You grunt and wheeze, not used to such a monstrous intrusion. It feels so good, rubbing up against the sweet spot inside you that your ex never could seem to reach. He twists your nipples and you nearly wail. You cup your hand over your mouth.

    “Sorry,” he leans over you, his bare chest rubbing to yours. “I’ll be more careful.” he nips your ear and moans. “Once we’re in a bed together, I want you to be loud for me.”

    You cling to him, dragging your nails down his back. You bite his shoulder, and he moans loudly. “That’s right, baby.”

    He drives deep inside you, and your inner walls grip him tightly. You feel the desk moving, surging forward with each thrust of his hips. You giggle, looking up at him. You kiss all over his face and bite his neck.

    You feel another surge course through you. Your thighs squeeze tighter around his waist, and he starts to drill faster and hard. He snarls and grunts, moaning into your ear as you feel the eruption again. You bite down on him hard to keep from screaming, and he curses loudly as he floods your inner walls. He surges and throbs, gushing each time. You gasp and shiver, clutching him to your chest as he lays his head there.

    You both are still and quiet for a long time. He then slowly stands up and chuckles. “Do you mind if I take a picture of this?”

    Your face somehow burns more than it already does. “Why?”

    He raises his phone, taking a quick picture. “So I can keep this.” He takes his sweater from the back of his chair, using it to mop up the puddle under you and wipe you off. He helps you dress and kisses you.

    “That was amazing.” He nuzzles your cheek.

    “I’ve never done anything like that,” you whisper shyly. “I mean,” you bite your lip and giggle. “It was amazing but-”

    He kisses you again. “I won’t abuse the privilege. But it’s nice knowing the girl I like shares my special interests.”

    You glance down as your hearts starts to shudder. 

    “How about dinner then?” He takes hold of your hand. “Then we can go to my place where I’ll eat some pie.”

    You gasp and turn bright red, squeezing his hand extra tight as you walk together through the office. He chuckles and smiles at you. “I hope you don’t mind me being too forward.”

    “Not really,” you reply. “It feels nice with you.”

    He kisses the top of your head. “I could tell you needed some genuine affection and attention. Maybe a little play as well.” He lifts your hand and kisses the back of it. “I intend on being a gentleman as well, but I cannot deny a lady when she is so very much in need.”

    “Hey,” you laugh. “I’m not a damsel in distress.”

    He smirks. “Oh, not yet,” he growls. “But you will be.”

    You giggle and snort, kissing him and holding him close. “What do you plan on doing to me?”

    “Oh, everything,” he chuckles. “But I’m in no rush. I’m going to take my time enjoying you, my damsel.”

    You retake his hand. “What are you? Some sort of dragon in a tower?”

    “We can play that if you like,” he laughs. “I’ll tie you up and subject you to my big dragon tail.”

    You giggle and snort, squeezing his hand again. “Well, let's keep that in mind after you have some pie.”

    “You’re gonna make me fall in love if you aren’t careful,” he purrs. “So don’t be careful.”