Transmasc were x reader
Oral, transformation, service top human, bottom monster
You've been together for a while and you both decided to take the next step. He was being very shy and nervous. You blamed it on he recently admitting his transition but you wanted to show you didn't care about what he had in his pants.
You kissed your way down his hairy belly, following the happy trail as your hands worked on undoing his pants. With a soft tug on the pants, he softly thrust up so you can pull them down. The simple thrust made you more thirsty for him, gently clawing into his thighs as you got the pants around his knees.
You left the pants there as you now lift his legs up and bury your face in his lap. His underwear was still in the way but you wanted his legs around your head. You licked and kissed at him through the undies.
You pulled back only long enough to remove the underwear to the knees as well before you dived right back in. With your arms wrapped around his legs and your fingertips spreading him open to expose his tdick. His hand were covering his mouth as his other hand gripping the sheets. You could sense he was still nervous, "are you ready?" He could only nod.
You licked you lips before sucking him into your mouth. He immediately moans loudly and his thighs clamped on your head. Even with your ears being muffled by his thighs, you could hear him clearly. This made you moan in delight which just made him buck into your face harder as your tongue licked circles around his dick before flicking it a few times.
As his thighs relaxed, you were now able to suck up and down on his tcock. You noticed it seemed bigger than expected but then you remembered that was common with T. He moved his hands in your hair, helping you bob up and down. Occasionally, you hit a spot that causes him to clamp up again and thrust against your face as he holds your head down on him as he howls out his pleasure.
You could tell he was getting close by how sensitive he was getting. That's when you noticed that his dick was far too big. And the his legs felt different. That's when you pull back an saw he was mid transforming into his were-form. You could see he was trying to stop from fully transforming and losing.
He noticed you staring at him and reversed back to normal. He began profusely apologizing. He never told you he was a Were. He knew a lot of people was afraid of weres thanks to horror movies. He apologized that he should have told you before and understood if you wanted to stop and understood if you wanted to stop seeing him entirely.
It made you upset that he felt so bad about himself. And once again, you wanted to prove you didn't mind. You stand up and yank off his clothes, don't want to get them destroyed. You hold his legs up, almost to his chest as you go back to his tdick, this time sucking as hard and sloppy as you could.
He almost seemed to pop in your mouth as he is suddenly fully transformed. His hand now enveloping your whole head as his claws gently dig in the back of your head. You can hear the sheets rips with his other hand. If you didn't pin his legs up, he would be facefucking you hard with he huge tdick. You could feel it now growing a knot that you would lick and kiss between sucks.
After kissing and sucking on just the knot, you make your way back to the tip. He finally can't hold back as he grabs both sides of your head as his legs spasm and squeeze around your head, no longer to keep them pinned back, as helps you suck up and down through his orgasm. You can also hear him howl and snap his jaw.
You laid there for a while, his dick still in your mouth as you could feel his juices and your drool run down your chin as he slowly calmed down and reversed back to human. Once he felt back to normal size and his legs stopped shaking, you crawled into his lap.
"I think it's obvious but in case it's not, I don't care if you are trans or a were. I still care about you. A lot. And you aren't going to scare me away."
He nodded, tearing up a little as he held you in your lap. After a moment you say up, "and now if you are feeling better, I am still super horny and I haven't cummed yet, if you don't remind returning the favor." He laughed and asked for you to remove your pants. You quickly strip as he began getting up.
"No, stay there" you ordered. He laid back down as you walked around to hover your hips above his face, your hands tracing down his stomach, "now open your mouth and pleasure me. Do a good enough job and we will see how many times you can cum before the night is over."
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Gender been soooo rich lately
Like I’m a man in that my girlfriend grabs the crook of my elbow when we’re walking together and I’ll navigate without even being asked
I’m a boy in that I’m proud every time I get my stubble long enough that the hairs curl twice instead of once
But I’m a girl in the way that my mother raised me not to wear things that showed my tummy even a little bit, and I do it when I can anyways because I like how the sun feels
I’m a woman in how I want to hold hands when I walk with my friends, I want to see them eat, I want to hear them snore, and everyone gets a long hug at the end of the hang
And of course, the mix wouldn’t be complete without that unshakable feeling that I were caught in the headlights of your car at night, only the white film behind my eyes would show back
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Mhhh…..womanhood thoughts….
Thinking about how I’m a lady like how Lassie was a lady. Everyone knows Lassie is a girl; she even had puppies in one of the movies! But it seems lesser known that her actor was actually very beautiful Laddie.
Thinking how I’m a lady how boats are ladies….what a mighty ship! Ain’t she a beauty. We’ve been through so many waters together. My schooners a pretty little thing, she makes me happy on windy days. I haven’t the faintest why so many boats are women (the cut of the mainsail? The pitch of her deck? The way she creaks in a gale?) but it seems that in some way, they are.
I’m a lady like you pretended to be a grownup woman when you were three, traipsing around in too-long feather boas and wide brimmed sunhats from your grandmommas closet.
What remains of whatever womanhood I didn’t take an axe to for how others made me feel within it is more like a family heirloom than an identifier. My mothers mothers mothers mothers mothers mother held it in her hands, made it something strong and durable and soft and precious and gave it to her descendants. I keep it now for pride, pleasure, but mostly in privacy. (I keep my womanhood for the worn leather memory of the way my grandpa used to say “how can I help you, ma’am?” When I tottered up to his desk for a piece of paper.) Yes, you may see it now and again, in a blink and a flash, if you know me well enough. If I love you I’ll drop it from my jaws onto your duvet like a fat sparrow at the start of spring. Have a bite, won’t you? But mostly it lives tucked in the corner of my nest, with my haunches sat over it like some strange broody hen. Maybe one day I’ll bury it in my boneyard. But I get the sense I won’t….perhaps I’ll plant it in my hand sanded garden beds where it may receive partial sun, summer rain, and the smiles of friends.
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