Wolf Daddy (The Bad Guys fanfic) (Patreon)

‘Wolf Daddy’ is a 1,000+ worded, lewd fanfic of “The Bad Guys” that I promised to write if you helped me reach $50/month. Enjoy!

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As his friends were having fun playing a new video game they stole during one of their elaborate heists, Mr. Wolf had wanted to scratch a particular itch. One that existed below the belt. So, while Mr. Snake, Mr. Piranha, Mr. Shark, and Ms. Tarantula were distracted all night by virtual explosions and getting to destroy important landmarks without consequence, he secretly left the hideout with his smartphone in pocket. Once he found himself topside in an empty alleyway, Mr. Wolf eagerly yanked out his device to open up a certain app.

“Mmmm, so many choices tonight,” the canine commented to himself with a confident smirk. He began scrolling through the feed of profiles. “Let’s see…too old, too old, too unhygienic, too obese, too ugly, no pictures…”

Mr, Wolf often never complained about his choices, preferring a partner over his left paw any day. Los Angeles happened to be a hive of handsome men for him to fuck, but for a strange reason, the potential hookups more of the wolf’s type were scarce that night. Plenty of sketchy accounts and the like. Most profiles he swiped either didn’t reply back when they discovered his species or danced around the topic of where/when/how to meet up later. Plenty of dick pics were exchanged though, until finally…

Looking4Knot: Hey

Looking4Knot: Are you a real wolf dude?

WolfDaddy: sure am.

WolfDaddy: [sent an image]

Looking4Knot: [sent an image]

Mr. Wolf flashed his fangs in a grin at the profile sending him a message. Although he did bother to hide his infamous face from all of the photos in his profile’s album, the same Couldn’t be sad for the human male that sent him a selfie. Slender and clean-shaven with a bright smile and short brunette hair, the man was around his own age. He showed off his smooth, creamy butt to the camera at an angle that revealed a lubed, winking pucker. It looked in desperate need of being spread open by Mr. Wolf’s knot, who replied by unbuckling his pants and taking a snapshot of his leaking erection peeking from his sheath, then sending the picture after pulling his pants back up before anybody could enter the alleyway. He may have been a wanted criminal, but having ‘public indecency’ on his list of charges wasn’t something the canine wanted to explain to his friends back at the hideout.

Looking4Knot: *drools*

Looking4Knot: I can take care of that.

Looking4Knot: Where do you wanna meet up for some fun, WolfDaddy? ;3

WolfDaddy: I know a spot.

Minutes later, he sent the address and time.

***

The location seemed like any other in the Los Angeles area. As day turned into night and people gradually returned to their homes as midnight rolled around, Mr. Wolf went to an unassuming public restroom near the infamous meteor crater, where people like him liked to congregate for a fun time. The fact he saw a random car parked in the nearby lot without anybody in it confirmed the wolf’s suspicions of the human already being there.

Unceremoniously, he walked inside. Like all public restrooms, it had crappy lighting and plenty of attempts to get rid of the layers of graffiti staining the walls. It also happened to have a secret. Noticing the last stall occupied, then sniffing the air to catch a whiff of recently added musky maleness over the other putrid smells, Mr. Wolf waltzed into the second to last stall. There, he found the beautifully wide glory hole with two smooth, clean, human fingers resting on the duct-taped edges.

The human asked, “Ready, Wolf Daddy?”

The wolf lustfully answered, “Ready, Looking 4 Knot.”

They both giggled like a mischievous school boys. He unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor, but not before locking the stall door. A dollop of pre leaked from his neglected length.

“Fuck, now suck it good…” he murmured.

No sooner did Mr. Wolf slide his cock into the accompanying hole did he hear a gasp, then feel someone’s hot breath on the dick’s pulsing veins. Meanwhile, the mistakable sounds of a zipper unzipping and someone beating their own meat could be heard echoing from the adjoining stall.

Relieving lust took over as Mr. Wolf gripped the top of the stall divider with all his might, toes curling and tail thrashing as he lets out a snarling moan. His human hookup didn’t waste time in letting his plump, shaven lips wrap tightly around his canine member, at first doing an eager taste test of the meat before finally swallowing it whole. He slurped on it with little effort and coated the underside expertly as Mr. Wolf tried to suppress a deep moan. Especially as the unnamed human circled his modest tongue around the tapered tip endowed by most canines. Whoever he was, the guy clearly knew how to push the right buttons with a wolf like him. Most of the time, Mr. Wolf often hooked up with other gay animals, but having a human suck him off? It was different. Welcomed, even.

Speaking of which, Mr. Wolf commended the human for his skills when he came down the other male’s throat minutes later. By the time that he emptied his sheath completely, Mr. Wolf leaned against the vandalized stall divider while trying to gather his breath. So did the human, who also stained the floor with his own white seed too.

“Round two?”

“Sure, sure,” Mr. Wolf laughed, licking his chops at the prospective evening ahead. “Just gimme a moment…”

“Hehe, sure thing, Wolf Daddy.”

Mr. Wolf couldn’t help but smile. He’d been called many things; Big Bad Wolf, Monster Wolf, Evil Wolf, dangerous criminal, and the like. But not ‘Wolf Daddy’. He could get used to it with this human.

***

Mr. Wolf wore a wide grin the entire time that he walked back to the gang’s hideout. A bright flash of his fangs could be seen across his muzzle, he walked with a satisfied confidence only seen after a heist, and his tail wagged without a worry in the world.

“Glad to see you’re finally back, Wolf!” Mr. Snake commented, having not left his spot while Mr. Shark and Ms. Tarantula had gone to the kitchen to gather some snacks. “Where were you anyway?”

“Just going for a long walk,” Mr. Wolf shrugged inanely without losing his smile. “Nothing unusual.”

The End…?