#werewolf!au

It was an accident. A very poorly timed one. Liam was angrily on the phone with a manager, angrily flicking his ear when the harsh voice grated his ears again. It wasn't his fault that the changing happened akin to a cold. Sometimes you could tell when you were coming down with it, sometimes it was impossible until he woke up in the morning with ears. Most times it was a mild inconvenience but sometimes the sudden change was overwhelming and distracting when he wasn’t prepared for it. Scents and sounds louder and more intense, pulling his attention everywhere. There were times when he changed it made him feel as though he was on top of the world, sharp and tuned in to everything. This time he felt as though he was filled with static, mind buzzing and blank, tired but restless.

"Figure it out, cancel it, whatever. I ain't rehearsing today. I fucking bet Noel won't be either." It was nearly a snarl when he slammed the phone onto the receiver again.

He was scratching mindlessly, itching in the clothing he hadn't bothered to change for ones that accommodated the tail yet. The waistband slung uncomfortably to give just enough room for the tail to not be so constricted. There was a heaviness in the air that made him even further agitated, burning with the need to do something.

He was already considering going for a run on trails he knew would be empty, having frequented them often. The weather always bothered him more too when he changed, sensitive to the pressure changes or something he vaguely remembered hearing. All he knew was the grey clouds made him miserable until the fresh scent of the rain came afterwards.

He was lost in thought when he stepped backwards with a sharp turn. At the exact moment you were behind him with the plate of toast, jam on top and a cup of coffee getting swiped by his tail. That accident was the final straw of the morning for Liam.

It wasn’t the crashing of the cup to the floor, or the fact his tail now had jam and coffee soaking into it.

It was the fear that flashed in your eyes when he bared his fangs, tail bristled out and ears flat against his head.

Getting shot would have hurt less than that half step back you took from him.

A whimper bubbled up in his throat that he tried to fight down. It sent his head spinning even worse, his breath coming in pants as he stumbled out apologies, frantic and anxious.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry love, didn’t mean it. I swear it. I’d never do anything, you know right? Right? My heads all fucked today, off the rocker since I wasn’t expecting this one and all that.” It was humiliating how badly he shook, convinced this was the straw and he’d be left alone. He was never perfect, but this was a terrible mix.

He’d been here to protect you, be a guard against anything and instead it was him causing the problems.

“Liam.” Finally your sharp voice cut through and his head snapped back up to stare directly in your eyes.

“It’s okay,” you said it so softly, leaned forward enough to put a hand to his cheek. “I was shocked is all. It’s okay.”

Your hand smoothed over his ear, and he flinched, feeling too many things at once. He sighed when you withdrew and looked in concern.

“I’ll clean the glass here, you just breathe and get sorted.”

His eyes closed when he nodded, willing to do anything you asked.

He lost time like that until you finished, feeling slightly more settled at the fact you hadn’t bolted and he could miserably nod when you asked,

“You want a shower? Get all the stuff out of your tail.”

You’d herded him into the shower and affectionately planted a kiss on his cheek. He quietly muttered a sound of affirmation when you offered to scrub him down and watched you pouring soap onto your hand. The nice one he would always comment when he could smell it on you, sweet and light.

It felt good. The soft way your hands lathered the soap against his back, his shoulders and planting kisses that made him shiver when the soap ran off. The gentle way you worked shampoo into his tail and hair, taking special care to reduce the water that got into his ears when he leaned forward to let you scrub at his head.

It was pure bliss, he felt like he was floating as hands pet him and scratched through his fur. The emotional low from only a short while ago felt so far away now as he left himself drift, pliable and trusting in your hands. He leaned into the touch harder while shampoo was being gently massaged by his ears, stole a kiss to your small laugh when his head shook roughly to flick water from his eyes.

The process continued with conditioner. Long strokes and unhurried motions under the warm water was carefully rinsing it all away. He leaned heavier into the hands on him, needing them and your presence to calm the haywire side of his mind.

Eventually it was shut off before the water had a chance to run cold.

“Stand here one moment, I’ll be back.” It was a murmured command as he saw you carefully slip from the shower and close the door quickly to keep the warm steam inside.

He watched as you returned with a bundle of items, towels and some clothes but most importantly you had his special earplugs for when he managed to do gigs, excellent at blocking the noise.

“For when I run the hairdryer. I’ll dry your tail out for you.” It was so matter of fact, laced with sweetness when you smoothed your hand over his face that he couldn’t help but nod and close his eyes. You placed a towel over his head and ruffled it to pick up a bit of the dripping water.

When you stopped and turned he peered out as he started to rub the towel in his ears to dry them. You towelled off exceptionally fast and put on a pair of shorts, followed by one of his old shirts. Sitting heavily on the bath mat, patting the ground to indicate where he should sit, towel in hand and hair dryer to the side.

Liam was sat facing towards you and slightly to the side, leaven you able to reach his tail easily and still see his face. He let his full body weight lean heavy against your side and felt ecstatic in the way your movements ruffled his tail fur up, wicking the excess water from it.

The warm air did feel good against his wet fur, as you combed it with your own hairbrush. He carefully sniffed the towel you had draped on him, realizing it was one you’d used yesterday rather than a new one. You used your hair brush, riddled with your hair and scent and were carefully running your fingers through his fur.

He couldn’t stop as his tail thumped against the tile. You were marking him as yours, ensuring your scent was everywhere on his freshly cleaned fur. The thought of you purposely, at least in his subconscious dog part of his mind, letting everyone know he was yours had him fighting to keep from his tail swinging.

The feeling that he was yours rolled through him in a sickly sweet wave as he finally felt himself sag in quiet relief.

Everything was so far away, all the discomfort of an unexpected change, the restlessness, the anxious worries. All that mattered for him was the way your lightly scented hand lotion and gentle hands kept him grounded.

Once his fur was fully dried and carefully brushed, the two of you made it to the bed. It was comforting to be surrounded by the sheets that carried the indistinguishable mix of your two scents as a reminder of how the two of you were intertwined. It felt like he was clutching for life when he pressed as close as physically possible, arms around the soft body and pulling tightly against himself. Legs wound together with his tail draped across both bodies.

"That's my good boy, my sweet pet. Feel better?"

The soft words steadied him, combined with being curled into your neck, nose pressed against your jaw to block out anything but you. He nodded and truthfully felt above the clouds in bliss.

Liam and Noel were supposed to be on their yearly holiday, now for what you knew to be their longer stint of showing off their werewolf traits. Liam didn't elaborate much about it, just saying things along the lines of Oh its just easier when we are away and Keeps the press busy trying to find us, even when you tried to ask where they were going and for how long. He would shrug it off and tell you that it depends, and flick his hand dismissively telling you it didn't matter.

Except you could tell it did matter, and it was something he was rather insecure about judging by the red flush he would get when it was mentioned. His eyes would shift away from you, staring somewhere else and trying to play it off like he didn't have a care in the world.

You'd assume he would tell you when he was ready, which didn't feel great but you would never want to pressure him into it. In the early spring, he announced he was leaving the next day on vacation and wouldn't be back for at least a couple weeks. It was surprising that he was being so shifty about it but when you asked every question you think of to try and get some answers, he finally supplied you with, "It's just a werewolf thing. Need some time alone and all that, okay?"

Which is why it surprised you when you got a phone call a day into their supposed vacation.

"Hello?" You answer, not even checking the callers ID.

"Can you come to my house?" Liam rasped out, sounding ragged and breathy.

"Liam? Everything alright? I thought you were gone why are you at home."

A whining sound came through your phone speakers, vaguely resembling your name. It was followed by a harsh pant, a choked off groan and strained pleading voice, “Please, I just need you to come by. I’m so hard it hurts.”

You had barely opened the door before being nearly knocked over with the force that he grabbed your jacket and pulled you into his house.

His face was flushed when he crushed his lips against your lips, immediately prying your mouth open. A hand pried your lower jaw down allowing him to slip his tongue across yours. It pushed deep into your mouth, his tongue brushing against every surface and drinking in your saliva. You relaxed into it, sliding a hand up his arm to intertwine in his hair.

Once the shortness of breath was enough to cause the ache in your chest to grow unbearable you managed to wrench his head away.

He was looking absolutely feral as he stared at your mouth, sharp eyes and teeth slightly poking out behind his lips. It had only been a short time since you saw him last but his hair seemed longer and thicker. His eyes were blown so wide there was only a small ring of blue left when his mouth dropped open. His head fell against your shoulder and he drew deep lungfuls through his nose.

His face didn’t break from your neck as he mumbled, “It’s my rut, makes me crazy, cant think about anything but you.”

Liam’s tounge started lapping at your neck and he moaned so loudly you could feel the vibration against your skin. “You smell so good, and fuck you taste like heaven, please help me get off. It doesn’t feel as good not inside you, I need it before I die.”

You doubted he would actually die, but the sincerity that he said it with made you take pity on him. You didn’t tease as you usually would but instead pushed him towards his couch. When his knees hit the edge and he sat down heavily on the cushion, you pulled away from the kiss.

His tail moved wildly and his ears flicked as you pulled off your shirt, followed by your bra. He whined and sniffed when you pulled your pants and underwear off in one move, panting about how good you smelled.

He’d already pushed down his own pants to his thighs and had a hand wrapped around his cock as he desperately jerked off, unable to hold back just from you being so close. It was difficult with the amount he was writhing for you to strip what was left of his clothes off, huffing and panting between desperate squirms. “Cmon cmon I need to fuck you now, don’t tease.”

“Shhh, okay Liam,” you whispered softly, unsure what exactly had him this worked up, whatever a rut was, but you didn’t think too hard on it. You’d ask after he was sorted out.

You moved to straddle him, lining up to take him in. He was whining and talking nonstop, it all fading into noises as you felt the stretch of your cunt around his length. By the time you were flush with his hips, you were both trembling while he tried to give you enough time to adjust.

The pace was a lot quicker than you usually moved but seeing him so desperate and whining only made it more tempting to push through the mild discomfort. With the first rise and fall of your hips, he already was gone.

The feeling faded quickly, with his hands running and squeezing over every available inch of skin your pace picked up. Pleasure ran through you as you shivered, intoxicated by the neediness of Liam as he moaned and squirmed. When his tail curled around and brushed against your thigh, an idea struck you. He always seemed to enjoy it when you ran your hands by his wolf ears.

You slowly moved where your hands rested on his shoulders to then gently rub just below his second wolf ears poking up. His reaction was instant as his hips jerked hard enough to nearly throw you off his lap.

“Was that alright?” You hadn’t even thought to ask before doing that, considering this was the first time he’d been in his werewolf form during sex. He usually let you pet them but you always made sure to ask since he seemed so protective over it. Liam’s head moved back into your hands in a flash, with a gasp as fingers brushed near the base.

“Harder, please it feels so-“

His hands scrabbled for purchase against the couch cushions and he almost screamed, back arching sharply. Your fingers rubbed circles into the base at the back of his ears while your thumbs pressed against the soft and lighter inner fur to stroke along the inside edge.

You felt his cock twitch as he came with a deep, full body groan, shivering and holding your hips tightly against his own. His head dropped back and rested heavy on your chest as he continued to heave. Once his breathing had shifted from panting to more controlled, you gently went to shift off of him to clean him up. You planned to ask him to make it up for you later, knowing he never turned down a chance to.

You barely moved when his grip went from a steadying pressure to crushing as he forcefully kept you in place and a loud growl made you freeze. “Liam! You alright?”

“Don’t move yet, I need more. Lemme fuck ya again right now, breed you properly.” He licked up the side of your neck before tacking on a breathy, "Please?"

How could you possibly turn down his plea when he was looking up towards you with huge, captivatingly blue eyes and already shifting his hips in small movements. It felt like the orgasm he had did little to reduce the hunger he still moved with, even if he seemed a little clearer and looked at you with more intent. He was still hard inside you and each shift he made only wound you up more, able to feel the combination of his cum and your wetness seeping out as he tried to fuck it deeper.

A sigh burst out as you made a noise of affirmation. Instantly, his hands moved to underneath your thighs as he flipped you from straddling his lap to laying on your back. 'Thank god for the size of this couch,' you thought as he spread your legs out to settle between them. Liam felt like he was everywhere on you, a hand on your thigh as he held it open, his other on his cock as he messily dragged the head across the soaked folds of your pussy.

His ears brushed against your cheek when his mouth found your pulse under your jaw again, tongue and lips licking at it greedily. His teeth worked at he skin there and he let out another low sound at the feeling of your flesh against them.

Both of you groaned when he finally pushed back in, slamming his hips into you and sinking his teeth further. The feeling of his tail bumping your leg from where he had lifted them to wrap around his waist was unexpected. You lifted your head to try and catch a glimpse but he flattened his weight down further to press into the cushion.

Your hands skittered from where they were holding onto his arms, one pulling the hair at the base of his neck, the other moving to touch the spot just below his dogs ear. It was finally enough to break him off your shoulder with a high pitched moan as he finally looked into your eyes again.

“I’m going to get you pregnant with my pups, yeah? Fuck, everyone will know it’s me who fucked you like this. Going to fill you up so full, keep it there, mmfh, you’d like that though.”

Despite the slurred quality to his words and the mix of gasps, whines and moans he did as he continued to thrust wildly he had the space of mind to lean back slightly. Seeing him lose control like that had your mind spinning and you barely registered it until his fingers were working desperately against your clit.

“Liam! Slow down a bit,” you whined out, feeling overwhelmed at the intensity. You were going to cum fast and hard if he didn’t stop and-

“Come on, be a good girl and come for me before I knot you yeah?” The low, drawn out growl in his words and the excitement that bled through them was enough to tip you over the edge. Waves of pleasure and relief crashed as you shivered through it, Liam continuing his movements until you fell limply, panting like you’d ran a marathon.

“Come on, be a good boy and give it to me now, you can fill me up,” you whined breathlessly. It was getting a bit too much with how fast he had made you cum but the loud whine he made and the stutter of his hips was enough to signal how close he was as well.

As he gasped and his thrusts become random, you suddenly realized something felt different. It felt like he was stuffing you even more full than usual and you could only shake at the feeling of being stretched while he came again. Through your post orgasm haze, mixed with overstimulation you hadn’t even registered half the rambling he made.

His body thudded onto yours as he trembled, trying to regain his senses. There was still the intense pleasure, almost to the point of blurring the line into uncomfortable overstimulated feeling of being so full of him. When you tried to move again, attempting to signal that he should pull out, he gasped like it hurt.

“Wait wait don’t move please.”

“Liam.” It was a warning in your voice, as your head cleared a little bit and it clicked to you. You grabbed both sides of his face, cradling him gently while you brushed the long fringe out of his eyes. He refused to look at you, ears flattened down and a nervous look in his eyes.

“Was this what you were avoiding telling me? All this time and that was all it was?”

He stubbornly refused to look at you still but did give a slight nod.

“You really thought this, whatever it was called-” he finally found his voice as he jumped in and mumbled, “A knot. To get you pregnant. It’ll go away soon then you can do whatever.”

You gently shook his head and caught his eye.

“You silly mutt, you should have just told me. I don’t mind, really, but if there’s any more werewolf… surprises… you’d better let me know.”

His lips were on yours before you could process it, again licking into your mouth as if he was trying to chase the last drops of a pint of beer in there. Tongues sliding together, teeth clicking in desperation as he overwhelmed you again.

Pushing his head away you laughed lightly, and he huffed. There was times when you’d thought to yourself ‘If he had a tail it would be wagging right now,’ and much to your delight, you could see it excitedly whipping side to side behind him as he tucked his head underneath your chin.

“You’re far too good to me. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, didn’t want to scare you or something. Embarrassing issue, yknow?”

Pulling his head away he grinned widely though, in the way you instantly rolled your eyes before he even said anything.

“Wasn’t kidding about wanting to get you pregnant though. Think you’d look great like that.”

A/N I truly feel like I blacked out writing this I need him so badly