Modern Monsters

Dray the Dragonborn

Male Reader x Male Monster

You were getting ready to host the game night that evening. Once a week, you and a bunch of friends would get together and play games always trading off who was hosting. This week it was you. You had forgotten until your friend Dray had messaged you about it, saying he was excited to be joining this week.

You're scrambling, trying to shove things under the bed and clean off surfaces, so it looks like you at least cared a little. Part of you was nervous because Dray was coming. He was relatively new to the friend group, although he was not unknown to you. Dray was captain of the college's wrestling team as well as their start wrestler. He was also one of the most popular guys on campus, everyone liked him. Dray was handsome too. He was a dragon, so naturally, he was taller than most, he was also built, muscular but still sported a bit of a belly. You didn't mind that, it actually added to what you liked about him. So you had no idea why he joined your little friend group out of all the ones he could have chosen to be in.

Your friends start arriving shortly, all piling into your tiny room and setting up whatever gaming system they've brought with them. Extra controllers are laid about the floor as everyone fights to gain the optimum spot. Dray arrives late, looking a bit worse for wear.

"Sorry," he smiles and you melt a little. "Practice ran a little late. I had to hurry through a shower." He sets his backpack aside and walks inside. His golden scales are still shimmering with water, and his shirt clings to his back with the damp.

"It's ok," you feel a lump in your throat. "Don't worry about it. Have a seat."

Game night rolls on, pizzas are ordered, contraband beer is imbibed, and soon, one by one people begin to file out and head home. Soon, all that's left is you and Dray. You both reach for the last piece of pizza and laugh.

"Go ahead, you're the host after all."

You shake your head. "No, really, you can have it go ahead."

Dray smirks and reaches into his backpack, he takes out a swiss army knife and cuts the last piece in two. He hands you a half. "Problem solved."

You smile. "Thanks. Pretty smart."

He shrugs and eats his half, his eyes dart over you for a moment. "I'm not overstaying my welcome am I?" He asks as if realizing just now that everyone is gone.

"No," You gasp, happy to be alone with him. "I'm having fun. Just us two." You swallow your heart back down in your throat.

"Oh good," Dray murmurs and glances to the TV. He goes to put his knife back into his bag when a couple of condoms fall out. He holds one out to you, and you can't help but snort with laughter. "Need any?" He asks teasingly.

"Oh fuck, no," you shake your head.

Dray's eyes widen a little. "Oh, so you're single?"

You huff and nod. "Yeah. Pretty much always will be."

Dray smirks. "Oh c'mon," he inches in closer. "You're a good looking guy, there's not anyone taking any bites?"

You glance at him, wanting to take a bite out of him. You shake your head again and look away. "Not a one."

"Surely not," he puts his hand on your thigh, and your whole body goes into chaos.

You look at him, meeting his gaze and he closes the gap between the two of you. His lips feel silky and smooth rather than scaly. You had imagined kissing him, but even in your wildest dreams it never felt this good. You grip onto his shirt as the kiss deepens. You only pull back to catch your breath, and even then you're afraid he'll escape.