Marking you as mine

Werewolf x fem!reader || Watersports, exhibitionism, light humiliation || TW: piss (?)

You worked long hours at the hospital and sometimes you didn’t have enough energy to shower before going back home. Your werewolf husband was always understanding, always ready to rub your tired feet or run you a bath. He liked to get the smell of humans off your skin before going to bed, and you were okay with that.

He didn’t make a fuss as long as the smell was just human. But coming home smelling like other werewolf? Oh no, you didn’t.

First time it happened you didn’t know. You were out doing the groceries and accidentally crashed into a werewolf grabbing cereal. You were a bit clumsy and not always looking where you were going. It was totally an accident. But that didn’t stop your husband from bending you over the car and fucking you in the garage, the door still open. Luckily it was late and nobody walked by. (Nobody needed to know how hard you came knowing someone could have been watching.)

Second time it was an accident. You arrived home smelling like other werewolf because you had to treat one at the hospital. Your husband growled as soon as you crossed the threshold, his claws extended and his wolfish grin predatory. He fucked you against the front door, tearing your clothes off your body before saying “hello”. When you came, he made you kneel in front of him and finished all over your chest, spreading it around your boobs like a lotion, giving special attention to your hard nipples. You shouldn’t have found it as hot as you did. Wearing his scent made him a bit savage, but it also made your pussy tingly.

Third time was totally on purpose. You accepted a hug from a concerned werewolf dad after you treated his son. And well, if you arrived home smelling a bit too much of another man… Your husband didn't know it was on purpose. You loved when he fucked you, but when he got jealous things got a bit more intense, he fucked you more carelessly, rougher, faster, more wolf than human. He wasn’t as worried about your human fragility when he was jealous, and you wanted that. You loved when he threw you around and manhandled you as he pleased. So what if he came over you so many times you felt like a glassed donut at the end? What if he made you lay there with you smelling like him for hours after? You weren’t complaining, it wasn’t your fault that he was so easily to rile up.

Fourth time… Well, you can’t say you weren’t looking for it. You were out with your friends. The club was packed and the pack of werewolves dancing invited you to have some drinks. You just danced, they didn’t intend to turn it into anything else, they could smell him on you. But that didn’t stop them from rubbing all over you as you danced. Your husband picked you up, a bit tipsy from the couple drinks you had.

“Did you have fun?” He asked.

“Yes!” You nodded enthusiastically.

If you were in your right mind, you could have guessed he was tense, so tense his fur was spiking at the back of his neck. He was mad. He kept smelling the car and frowning, like he was smelling something foul. And because you weren’t in your right mind, you told him about your night, about the girls, about the werewolves who danced with you and were so nice. You should have noted how he ground his molars, how his claws made indents on the steering wheel as he listened to you talk.

As soon as you got home he helped you shower and lay you down to sleep. You forgot everything about what happened and fell asleep curled against his side, his fur so soft against your face. You slept like a baby that night, but you didn’t realize he didn’t. He lay awake, plotting your punishment.

You worked the next day, and the next after that one. Everything seemed normal and you didn’t think too much about what happened. You didn’t think about it at all. You had a great night with your friends and your husband picked you up. You weren’t disappointed at all about him not fucking you. Nope. Just a friendly get together. That was all. Everything was fine. Right?

That’s why you weren’t expecting it when he followed you to the shower. You smiled at him flirtatiously, but you didn’t get to say anything before he commanded: “Kneel.”

“Oh, bossy, I like that.”

“Kneel.” He repeated, pushing your shoulders softly.

Your mouth was on him as soon as your knees touched the floor. He fucked your mouth until you were gagging and tears were running down your face. He pulled out right before he came. Instinctively, you closed your eyes and smiled as he painted your face with his cum. With your eyes closed, you weren’t expecting what happened next.

He gave you no warnings before something hot hit your torso. The first hit of his urine over you felt hot, so hot. Like you were under a hot shower in a very cold day. “This way no other wolf would approach you.” He said as he kept marking you.

“Now clean me up.” In the haze of your own horniness, so turned on you couldn’t think straight you could just open your mouth as he pushed his dick inside. You cleaned every last drop of cum and pee that was left, making him grunt.

You felt like a filthy slut. He treated you like you were just that, a body for his pleasure, his possession. He had to mark you so others wouldn’t try to steal you away. And you got so turned on by all. It barely took a minute of rubbing your clit before you were coming, still on your knees, still sucking is flaccid dick inside your mouth.

Yeah, filthy slut was probably fitting.

After that, you developed some kind of a kink. Maybe not a kink per se, but a fixation. You wanted him to do it again. To mark you so thoroughly that other wolves could smell you miles away. That they could smell him on you.

You wanted him to pee on you again. To feel the spike of humiliation as he made you kneel and peed all over you. So what if you were filthy? What if that was a bit kinky? Nobody but your husband had to know about it. Well, maybe all those werewolves who smelled you the day after and made a surprised face. Maybe you got wetter every time some wolf smelled you and smirked knowingly. Maybe you wanted to be fucked roughly when you got home dripping wet after a whole day feeling the looks of every wolf who crossed your path. What about it?

Then you plotted. The fifth time was gonna be the best one, you could feel it. You could have told your husband directly, he would be glad you wanted to wear his mark, he would get so hot and bothered about it. But what was the fun in that?

So you went out again. Wearing your skimpiest skirt, the one that showed the undersides of your ass every time you moved too fast. He didn’t see what you were wearing, you ran out the door before he could, promising to call when you were done so he could pick you up. You danced, and danced, and rubbed against every single wolf you encountered. They all enjoyed it, rubbing against your barely covered ass, feeling your body a bit too much. Some of them groped your tits, your ass. You were being manhandled by two strangers, the filling in their werewolf sandwich, when your husband showed up. He growled, and the two wolves tensed. You kept dancing, still rubbing against them.

“Out.” He demanded, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along. The two wolves were chuckling behind you. You blew them a kiss as your husband kept walking. You could feel the anger pouring out of him in waves.

You thought he was going to rush you home, but he didn’t. He surprised you once again and pulled you to the alleyway next to the club. He bent you over, your hands going to the wall not to hit your head. He wasn’t thinking, your pussy was dripping, and the smell of the two wolves was so strong in your body that even your human nose could smell it. He tore down your panties, scratching your ass as he did so, mumbling an apology that made you laugh. He growled again.

“You think it’s funny? You act like a whore in heat with two other wolves and you laugh?” The spike of danger made your heart race as he pushed two fingers inside your pussy without warning. You moaned. “And you are dripping. Filthy, filthy whore.” He told you.

You head the button of his pants pop free and a heartbeat later his cock was deep inside of you. He didn’t give you a heads up, nor a warning, he fucked you against the wall of a dirty alleyway as you moaned.

“Look at that, you attracted an audience with your dirty moans.” You turned your head in time to see the two werewolves from the club a few feet away. “I think I’d let them watch. Show them who this whore belongs to.”

And he did just that. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking you, turning your body around so the two wolves could watch you as he fucked you. “Let’s make it a show.” He murmured against your ear as he pulled you up against his body, one hand collaring your neck as the other ripped open your shirt, exposing your boobs to their hungry eyes.

You couldn’t hold it any longer, the look on their eyes, the restless fucking your husband was giving you, and the humiliation of it all made you lose it. You came harder than ever, screaming out loud as your husband pinched your nipples and two strangers rubbed their cocks in front of you.

He fucked you faster, harder, pushing a scream out of you with each thrust. And then something inside your husband changed. You could feel it in the way he moved his body, the way he kept hitting your G spot and playing with your tits. He came as deep as he could, but he didn’t pull out. He stayed inside of you as he kept playing your body for the audience. The two wolves cocks were out, jerking off furiously.

“Take this. You are going to smell like me, like it or not.” Your husband said as you felt the warm heat spreading inside you. “I’m gonna mark you so everyone in a ten mile radius can smell me on you. So everybody knows who you belong to.”

“Are you-?” You tried to ask just to have your head thrown back by a filthy moan. He was peeing inside of you. He just came and was peeing inside of you.

“You didn’t have enough when I peed all over you, did you? You came here dressed like a slut and asking for it. You provoked me, you acted like a whore with strangers, now I’m gonna mark you as deep as I can.” He chanted as his urine filled you, making the filthiest sounds as it dripped around his cock, still deep inside of you.

The heat inside you felt dirty, it felt nasty. And you were loving it. You felt utterly humiliated, but you couldn’t hold back the moans as he kept going. You heard the stranger's strangled moans as they came. Your husband stopped supporting your body weight and you fell to the ground, your knees weak. The strangers didn’t say anything else, they looked at you once more as they tucked themselves and left. You still felt his cum and pee inside your thighs, making them rub uncomfortably.

The reality of what happened hit you all at once. You acted like a whore, your husband fucked you in front of strangers. You came with two unknown werewolves looking at you as your husband peed inside of you. And instead of struggling or trying cover yourself, you came stronger than ever.

“Let’s go home.” Your husband mumbled as he pulled his jacket over your almost naked body. You walked slowly, feeling his cum and pee sloshing out of your very well used pussy. Your knees were still weak, and he had to support your weight after the third time you tripped.

“Are we gonna do that again?” You asked, voice barely a whisper, already anticipating his answer.

He smirked at you. “Maybe. If you are a good little whore for me.”

Yeah, definitely doing that again.