Sarah Paulson's Characters - Oneshots

🐺🔞 Ghost Hunting

Ship: Werewolf BDH x Reader

A/N: I'm gonna have to put all the fuckin werewolf oneshots into a section all together.

🔞: Public Sex, Oral, Multiple Orgasm, Creampie, Ghost Audience, Facial, Calling her Daddy (I'm making this shit up as I go)

Sarcastic Billie is my favorite Billie. Also, cute ear swivels
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You were walking with Billie, the one time the cameras weren't on her was at night. However, this night was different. "Billie, where are we going? It's New Years!" You commented, confused. "Well, you see dear. I wanted to take you out for real ghost hunting... With a twist, of course." She pointed to the full moon, grinning. "Don't be silly, we're out in public." You whispered, giggling as she shifted.

You walked with her through the graveyard, her ears twitching at every voice. "What are they saying?" You whispered, seeing her glance to you. "That they want a show." She whispered, seeing blush rush over your cheeks. "Can you do me a favor, dear? Unzip my pants." Billie whispered, knowing that this was the perfect spot, away from prying eyes. She watched you get on your knees, unzipping her pants and catching sight of her length beginning to poke out of her sheath. "Coax it out, sweetheart. That's a good girl." Billie purred, watching you kiss and lick the tip until all ten inches was revealed. Billie glanced up, feigning to make sure nobody was watching. In reality, she saw hundreds of thousands of spirits watching. Some shocked, some expecting this to be a good time. "You know what to do, sweetheart. Show Daddy Billie how a good girl sucks werewolf dick." Billie growled softly, gently cupping your cheek.

You gingerly took her into your mouth, slowly making your way down to the base. Billie groaned as you tilted your head slightly, trying her hardest to not howl. "You're perfect." She growled, moving your hair to get a proper view of your face. You felt her hold the back of your head, beginning to fuck your throat. Her head tilted back, a quiet howl joining the gentle breeze like wind whistling through a branch or two. Her movements remained gentle until she pulled away.

"Oh!" You jumped a little, closing your eyes as ropes of thick cum covered your face. Licking your lips, you grinned. "So this is why you've been eating a lot of berries." You commented, giggling at the sweet flavor. "Only the best for you. A spirit is offering us their tombstone, best not to be rude and give them a show." Billie cooed, licking the cum off your face with a couple laps of her tongue. "Why do you always do that?" You questioned, beginning to lean against the tombstone. "I would much prefer to eat it out of you." Billie growled softly, spreading your legs with the sound of a rip as her wavy fur pressed against your back.

You looked back, biting your lip as you saw her ears twitch and swivel in different directions, picking up voices in different locations around the graveyard. She bore her fangs in a grin. "They're cheering you on." Billie whispered, earning a gasp as she gently pressed against you. "The safe word is red, okay?" She reminded, pressed against your cervix. You nodded, looking up at her as her hips began to move. "You like daddy's cock?" She growled, gently running her clawed hand to wrap around your neck. "Y-yes daddy!" You whined, shuddering as the tip of her werewolf dick nudged and ground against your g-spot. "M-more, please." You whimpered, Billie grinning. "Yeah?" She slowed her pace almost painfully, feeling you shake and fuck her yourself. "Oh, so desperate for daddy's dick." She quietly teased, twisting your head to look forward as her hips slammed against you. "Be careful what you wish for, slut."

Billie's voice was a mere growl deep in her throat, teeth bared in a snarl as she held your hips against her. Her thrusts were wild, teeth gently scraping your shoulder as something sparkled in her eye. Next thing you knew, you were on the ground. Billie clung to you, tail wagging as she fucked you with no restraint. As your legs shook, she held your head up to look at the moon. Your eyes rolled back, the grass almost softening the crash of Billie's hips against you as your body tingled with euphoria. Your senses quickly came back to you as she flipped you onto your back and had you hold onto the fence. Paws holding your legs apart and keeping you upright on the dark fencing, you glanced down. Billie's hips were slamming against you as she threatened to knot you right then and there.

You looked up at her, slowly reaching for your clit. She gave a groan of approval, cock throbbing hard with each thrust. The ball was going to drop in ten seconds, the chanting of the city around the graveyard was all the timing she needed. She pinned you down onto the grass, letting your arms wrap around her neck. Just as the ball dropped, Billie's knot popped into you, feeling your walls flutter around her as she matched your moan with a loud howl. Her testes throbbed with each thick rope of cum until she was pumping blanks. As her hips pulled back, she lifted yours. "I want to feel it in me all night, if you don't mind." You pushed her snout away, seeing her give a smug grin. "If I knock you up, it's your fault."

"If you knock me up, we'll know who's kid it is when it comes out with gold fur." You teased, gently punching her shoulder. You slowly got up, legs wobbling as you tried to get a look at the damage. Your leggings were completely torn, your panties smothered in her potent seed. She handed you her jacket, tying it around your waist. "Let's get you home and ready for bed." Billie offered, walking beside you in her beastly form. "And wait for you to get caught like that? You're still a werewolf!" You hissed quietly, seeing the smug grin plastered across her wolvish face.

"And what? They'll guess I completely fucked your brains out? You wreak of werewolf cum."

"Well that's your fault!"

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"Touché."