Loverboy Werewolf who was never really interested in humans before. Always setting his sights on the other female wolves in the pack. But that was before he happened across you, a perfect and plump thing lying so prettily in the meadow on his pack’s grounds.
Loverboy Werewolf who introduces himself to you by chasing a nearby deer into the meadow and promptly “saving” you from getting trampled. As if the deer were more dangerous than him.
Loverboy Werewolf who’s usually so good at talking to women, his tongue silver and his wit quick. But in the face of you he was nothing but a bumbling baboon who could barely utter a word. Luckily it was something you found charming in its own unique way. A soft blush on your cheeks that he couldn’t help but mirror.
Loverboy Werewolf who goes to the meadow daily, sometimes multiple times a day, in order to get just a chance at seeing you. Usually you’re there and on the rare occasion you’re not he always feels his heart drop into his stomach. If he could he would spend all waking and sleeping hours with you.
Loverboy Werewolf who will roll around in the flowers with you, talking and laughing your hearts out. He’ll watch as the sunlight casts a glowing warmth across your face. Like it too is drawn to your beauty and craves you as much as he does. All of nature is made more beautiful by you.
Loverboy Werewolf who proves it as he plucks flowers from the meadow and spends days trying to learn how to make flower crowns from a kind older woman in the pack. When he finally gets it down the first thing he does is make one for you, placing it gently on your head. The sight takes his breath away and from that day onward he makes a new one for you to wear.
Loverboy Werewolf who is no doubt in love with you. And he hopes you love him too. He thinks you do. At least the flowers he plucks the petals off of say so. If the way you act around him says anything then you definitely do. Especially when you egg him on to make chase.
Loverboy Werewolf who plays along with your games as he chases you around the meadow. But it never lasts long before he’s tackling you into the grass, protecting your head and rolling over till you lay on top of him.
Loverboy Werewolf who always sucks in a breath as you wiggle on top of him, your body rolling and grinding in a way that can’t be on accident. His heated eyes bore into your own, his claws finding their way into your plush waist and guiding your movements. Rocking you back and forth against his growing erection.
Loverboy Werewolf who tries so hard to stay calm but quickly ends up losing himself. Picking up pace and grinding you hard against his bulge. Rolling your hips up so it hits your sensitive clit every single time. He loses further control as your mewl sounds so much like a wolf’s howl. It sends him nearly feral for you every time.
Loverboy Werewolf tries to save your clothes as he undresses you. But his patience wears too thin too fast and your clothes end up a shredded mess no matter what you two do.
Loverboy Werewolf who’s so impatient to get you on his cock yet the second he bottoms out inside of you he keeps you still. Content just to feel your tight heat wrapped around his twitching girth. No matter how much you squirm or beg he never starts his thrusts until he’s ready. Feeling you and soaking in the sensation. Basking in the warmth of your embrace. He relishes it and wouldn’t rush a second of it.
Loverboy Werewolf who fucks you like an absolute beast when he finally is ready. Crushing the flowers beneath you as he ruts into like the wild animal that he is. The force of his thrusts sending your body flying upward before he slams you back down his length. The leaking angry tip of his cock making out with your cervix and smashing against every sensitive spot along your walls.
Loverboy Werewolf who hooks his arms beneath your legs, nearly bending you in half in order to get as close to you as possible. Finding new ways to jackhammer his dick into your silken walls in order to mold them to the shape of his shaft and get as deep within you as possible.
Loverboy Werewolf whose pace is utterly relentless. Fucking into you with only one goal in mind. Your pleasure. And when you’re crying and babbling through broken words, begging for his knot, he gives it to you. Of course, he’d give you anything you desire. He watches in awe as his knot swells up and the second he snaps his hips, popping the last of his knot into your already overstuffed cunt, you immediately cum. Your release triggering his own right after you, his knot locking you two together.
Loverboy Werewolf who inhales deeply, welcoming the perfect mixture of your flowery scent combined with his that wafts from your very pores. He can’t get enough of it even as he nuzzles into your throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh and inhaling deep. Your responding giggles send his heart fluttering. Gosh, how he wants to cherish you always.
Loverboy Werewolf who suddenly has the deep urge to sink his fangs into the flesh of your throat. To mark you as his and make you his mate. Whether you were a werewolf, a human, or even a damn vampire, he didn’t care.
Loverboy Werewolf who somehow resists the urge, not wanting to do anything rash without having talked to you. To get your unwavering consent. To have you beg to make you his as much as he yearns to beg to be yours. If he spends any longer consumed by your scent he may not last much longer. So he leans back, looking down at you as if you hung the moon and the stars.
Loverboy Werewolf who doesn’t say a thing, letting his eyes speak of the depth of his feelings as he plucks a nearby flower from the ground. One that made it intact after your sweaty activities. Gently he tucks it behind your ear, mesmerized by the sight of you once again.
Loverboy Werewolf who is so enchanted he doesn’t even notice it was the same type of flower he always picked to test if you were in love with him. The same flower that said yes every time.
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Werewolf neighbor that can’t hold himself back from breeding you once he smells you ovulating.
Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), Major Breeding Kink, Slight Overstimulation, Knotting
Pairing: Male Werewolf x Female Reader ( Reader could be read as human or monster or hybrid)
You had moved into his apartment complex a few weeks ago, and he had tried to keep his distance.
He had only really seen you on that first day when you were guiding the movers to your apartment, which happened to be on the same floor as his. You had given him a shy smile, and he quickly responded with a tense nod before entering his apartment and slamming the door shut, already feeling his cock hardening.
Unfortunately, he could pick up on your smell whenever you were in the hallway due to his heightened senses. It never failed to send his blood rushing to his cock, but he always managed to keep himself locked away in his apartment, rutting into his own hand.
As he hears your door unlock tonight, he waits for the inevitable moment when your delicious scent will hit his senses. Like every other day, it does, but it is much sweeter this time. His cock is almost instantly hard, and a low growl is involuntarily released from his chest.
All of his instincts are screaming at him to breed your fertile pussy, and he groans at the realization that you smell so sweet because you are ovulating. His legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he is in the hallway and pacing towards the elevator where you are calmly waiting.
He grabs you and pulls you over his shoulder, causing you to gasp. “ What are you doing?” you ask. He doesn’t answer and carries you back to his apartment and bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, and you stare at him wide-eyed. He watches as your eyes trail over his tall body stopping on his throbbing cock, hidden only slightly by some gray sweatpants.
He smirks as you lick your lips. He quickly strips you of all your clothes, pulling your legs apart to settle his face between them. You let out a low whine as his breath hits your wet center. “ I’m going to get this pussy nice and ready for my cock, and then I am going to spend hours breeding this beautiful body. Got it? I’m not stopping until I’m sure you are carrying my pups”, he says, his voice rough with lust.
You moan out a simple “please”, your body on fire with need. He licks a stripe up your slit and moans, giving you a grin before burying his head in your pussy and eating you like a god. Every lick has you clawing at the sheets and moaning in pleasure.
He moves to fucking his tongue inside your already dripping cunt, and you cry out at the feeling. His snout rubs your clit as he shakes his head back and forth, and you scream as you cum on his tongue, back arching off the bed.
He crawls up your body and doesn’t wait for your orgasm to end before starting to push his thick cock into your still convulsing cunt. Tears come to your eyes at the stretch and overstimulation, but you just pull him closer, needing to feel him fill you completely.
“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight around my cock. You can take it. Just a little more”, he tells you. You look down, already feeling so full, and see that there really is still more. You whine, gripping the sheets and bracing yourself for the last few inches of his impossibly large cock, wanting to take all of him.
His clawed hand wraps around your hip, and he gives one last hard shove, pushing the final few inches inside of you. “Such a good girl. Taking all my cock. Fucking perfect”, he says, and your cunt clenches at his praise.
He slowly withdraws his cock, relishing in your soft mewls, before thrusting back in and starting a brutal pace. He nips along your neck and chest as your hands claw at his shoulders and back. He never relents in his thrusts, loving the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock.
You cry out for him, your own release washing over you multiple times, but his instincts won’t allow him to stop until he has filled your womb with his seed.
He flips you over onto your stomach and enters you from behind, fucking you into the mattress. You moan at the new angle, his tip bullying your g-spot and your clit being repeatedly shoved into his silk sheets.
“I tried to leave you alone, pretty girl. I could fucking smell your sweet cunt each time you left your apartment and every fucking time I had to rut into my own fucking fist”, he says, each word followed by a harsh thrust.
“I tried, baby. I rea- fuck. I really fucking tried, but when you walked out today, I could smell this perfect fucking pussy ovulating. Your body practically screamed that it needed me to breed it. I just couldn’t hold myself back”, he growls out, and you feel his cock start growing at the base.
His knot starts catching on each thrust, expanding quickly with his fast-approaching orgasm. He switches to grinding, his knot no longer allowing him to thrust in and out of you. His cock rubs against your g-spot relentlessly as his hips grind your lower half into the bed harshly, your clit being dragged against the silk sheets over and over.
You scream in ecstasy as you cum once again, cunt clenching around his knot as you milk his cock for his seed. He growls loudly, claws digging into the mattress as his cum begins to fill your pulsing cunt, his knot keeping all of his cum locked inside of you. His short thrusts don’t stop as rope after rope of cum continues to fill you, the pressure and fullness making you whine.
After a few minutes, he finally stops and rolls you to your sides, keeping you pressed firmly to his chest and firmly locked on his knot. He releases a small chuckle when you give a small yawn and snuggle further into his chest. “Go ahead and rest, baby. You have a long night ahead of you once my knot goes down.”
Werewolves are always shown as these big fluffy brown or grey beasts. Giant imposing wolf men riddled with scars of their many battles.
That, however, was not even a little bit what your boyfriend was like. For all intents and purposes, he was a werewolf. Full moon makes him feral, very weak to silver, all the classic werewolf stuff. But his fur wasn't a matted brown or grey. It was fluffy. soft and had a beautiful golden color. He looked like a golden retriever but with the proportions of a werewolf.
Not to mention on full moons when were-creatures go feral and lose themselves to the inner beast, he instead just seemed to act like a happy little puppy. More than usual that is. He'd jump on you and demand attention and petting.
When your friend suggested trying to date werewolves, she told you stories about how aggressive they are. How they'll force you down and take what they want. The selling point was how dominant her own boyfriend was.
But not him. Not your werewolf boyfriend. He was submissive as could be. He'd beg you to relieve him when he grew lustful. Not once would he dare do something lewd without permission. Even to the point of pleading for you to let him lap up your juices. Of course he wanted to eat you out, but never without asking first. He knew you wanted it, but he'd never take.
He was just your little puppy. Your cute fluffy little golden retriever werewolf.
♰ ; synopsis: liam gallagher is the iconic frontman of the band you've been setting up for backstage. after a multitude of exchanged glances, and small interactions that linger heavily in the air, liam sets his sights on you. after "accidentally" noticing you being harassed by some random guy backstage, he becomes a little too territorial...
♰ ; pairing: 90's era werewolf!liam x stage handler fem!reader
♰ ; wordcount: 2.6k
⸸ ; warnings: werewolf au, fluff, swearing, implied harassment, jealousy, territorial liam, werewolf characteristics, smoking, mentions of cocaine, unresolved sexual tension, etc!
⌖ ; a/n: hi this is the first chapter of my werewolf!liam series! requests are open in general but also for this specific series, so feel free to send me ask! the lore might be incorrect, but this is just for fun! dedicating this to @soerikacanwait bc she is amazing and provided some ideas in this series!! and @oasisyearner bc they are the biggest werewolf!liam supporters, pls go check out their fics abt werewolf!liam as well!!! lmk if u guys want a tag list.
ps. think of this a the first chapter of a series 𑣲 | mlist
everyone knew that liam gallagher was a force to be reckoned with; gaining the nickname 'the wolf of britpop' in the tabloids, known for always skulking around parties, snarling at anyone who dared to mouth off at him, and his notorious bar fights that always ended with him getting dragged out by his older brother. he was never one for the quiet life, his face always appearing in a new headline day by day — although, he was always polite at first, just seemingly had a short fuse when it came to the people he loved.
the last few weeks it seemed to be more targeted towards groupies — pushing them off with his iconic snarl, cigarette always held between his index and middle finger, head feverishly surveying the room like had his eyes on someone particular. nevertheless, he'd slag off to a reporter, clearly in a daze and head preoccupied with other thoughts as he mouthed off about how 'nah, she's gonna go f'me.'
his older brother always seemed unimpressed and was a little less intense in the public eye — even though he was just as, if not more, chaotic and cocky. after all, birds of a feather flock together. not to mention seeing them parade about backstage, sneaking off into corners to bicker about something that was so obviously secretive it was painful.
naturally, you lingered in the background organising the venue's equipment while accidentally catching their hushed whispers. you didn't exactly mean anything by it, it was something to pass the time. plus, who wouldn't be dying to hear the gossip hanging around two famous rockstars. you figured it was technically a rite of passage.
"c'mon, mate...i hate sayin' that! it's absolute shit, that's what it is," liam whined like a petulant child, obviously a little louder than his brother would've liked as a sharp 'shh!' sliced through the air. "what?! it's fuckin'...fuckin' bobbin's sayin' allat out there 'bout those birds out there."
"mate, how many times do i gotta tell 'ya? just do as i say and we'll be fine, alright?" noel sighed, clearly exasperated, though a small hint of concern was present in his hushed-whisper "and stop fuckin' smoking before gigs! y'know it ruins yer' voice, you idiot."
"oi, that's my fuckin' shit—!" liam let out another whine as noel plucked the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it onto the ground, scuffing it out with his sole. "can't help it, it hurts and y'know bloody well know that!"
"not until after the gig," noel lectured, pointing a finger in his face. you pressed yourself harder against the wall, throat tensing as you tried to quieten your breathing, not wanting to be caught out of fear of being accused of snooping. and god, you needed this job. "and y'look a mess, man, get yer' shit together."
a small, muffled grumble echoed off the walls as noel walked off. your muscles slowly untensed until they reached a state of relaxation, a heavy breath falling from your mouth. you peeked your head back around the corner to look at liam, finding him sat on a small tray case.
he looks a mess — he's restless, leg bouncing feverishly as his hands comb through his sweaty hair before sliding down his flushed neck, fingers rubbing his collarbones. he tilts his head upwards, eyelids fluttering shut for a second, nose twitching as if he caught whiff of something. suddenly, his head snaps towards you, eyes immediately locking onto yours. his mouth drops open slightly, eyes narrowing inwards as he stares directly at you.
you duck your head back behind the corner before rushing off towards a nearby tray case, awkwardly positioning yourself behind it in a weak attempt to pretend like you were moving stuff around backstage. you can feel his heavy gaze burning through you, the tap of his foot bouncing against the floor increasing in speed.
"hey, do you need help?"
you swung around to find another young man standing behind you. an unfamiliar face. a saving grace.
"oh, um, sure! thanks."
liam suddenly becomes still, eyes still narrowed and locked onto the sight unfolding right in front of him. he can feel his lips curl into a small scowl as the man's bitter scent hits him directly in the face, overpowering your own intriguing, sweet smell. a shiver slowly crawls up his spine, the ghostly feeling caressing each vertebrae before dissipating into small sparks of electricity as it reaches the top of his spine. his hands clench into fists, his overgrown fingernails digging so hard into the soft flesh of his palm it leaves indents.
he watches, body completely still and seething with frustration as the man strikes up a conversation with you, ogling at you like you were a prize to claim. liam can see the way your body physically recoils despite the polite smile on your face, eyes widening and body tensing just enough that liam just knows. liam can't seem to pull himself away, despite the sickly waves of nausea rolling through his stomach at his own behaviour, his heels planted firmly against the floor.
the guy inches closer, his sickly smile growing wider as a small flicker of fear glimmers in your eyes.
but liam's hand is already pressing firmly against the guy's broad chest, shoving him off you before any of you can process his actions — especially liam himself. liam's wedged between the two of you, his back pressed firmly against your chest, his larger figure towering over the both of you as he glares down at the guy. you can feel the muscles in liam's back ripple, tensing violently as if he was shocked before they fall into a calmer tension, shoulder blades dropping down as he tilts his chin upwards ever so slowly.
"problem?" his tone is eerily calm, something dangerous...something dark lurking beneath the surface of the octave. you blink a few times, eyes wide and doe-like as your thighs clench at the sight of the sweaty fabric clinging to his back, sculpting his tensed back muscles in all their glory.
"....no," the man breathes out, eyes just as wide as yours, although they're filled with fear. he shakes his head feverishly, blinking a few times like he saw something he shouldn't have. "i was just...just leaving now."
liam just nods affirmatively, the motion self-assured and firm. he continues to stand tall in front of you, shielding you behind him as he slowly turns his head, watching the guy pathetically retreat, not even daring to turn back. liam waits until he can no longer smell him before turning around, shoulders sagging back downwards, eyes widening yet still droopy, his hands unclenching.
"you right?"
"um," you begin, still a little frazzled by it all. you blink harshly, swallowing the lump in your throat before smiling gently and nodding affirmatively. "yeah...yeah, yes! um, thank you, liam."
"good," he purses his lips, nodding firmly, face completely deadpan. "the hell were you thinkin' lettin' him treat 'ya like that?"
"excuse me?" you shoot back immediately, neck tensing as you tilted it back slightly, offended by his sudden hostility. liam freezes for a second — something you hardly notice, except for the way he looks like a deer caught in headlights. he shuffles his feet awkwardly, dropping his head as his palm rubs over the back of his neck, fingers stretching up to scratch his nape.
"sorry, promise i ain't mean nothin' by that," he admits sheepishly, carefully looking back up at you like a wounded puppy with its tail between its legs. "just meant 'ya should stand up for yerself, d'ya know what i mean? don't like seein' pretty girls getting harassed like that."
"you think i'm pretty?" you joke, expecting one of those smooth, self-assured lines to fall from his big mouth. rather, he freezes again, eyes shooting open wider like a kid caught stealing something. the sight forces you to burst into a small fit of giggles, and god, liam just can't stop staring at your pretty little face.
they slowly fade out as liam's warm breath fans over your exposed skin, brushing across your temple as he raises his head back up. the warmth of his body radiates off him and warms the quiet chill settling into your bones as the damp air seeps in from a cracked door somewhere down the hall. you can hear him inhale sharply every so often — although, you figure it's probably from him being a little keyed up; his pupils are blown wide, the blue hue barely visible as his eyes constantly flicker across your face, his tongue sliding over his lips.
and right now, he's no longer the liam gallagher you're used to. no longer the cocky frontman of oasis who's sleezy words are enough to charm any woman into his arm. he's just himself; completely unguarded in front of you, looking like at you like a lost puppy, hand rubbing over his neck nervously. your heart flutters at the sight, a giddy smile making it's way across your face as he clears his throat, pulling himself back in from whatever daze he was in.
"you smoke?" he asks, sheepish and reserved. you nod silently, pulling a half-empty pack of smokes from the inner pocket of your jacket. "sound. can't resist smokin' with a pretty bird like yerself, d'ya know what i mean?"
"are you sure you should be smoking when you're due on in ten?"
"i saved yer' life, woman!" he cries enthusiastically, a toothy grin spread over his rosy cheeks. "c'mon, just one, pretty please?"
you sigh dramatically, rolling your eyes playfully before flicking the pack open with a quiet 'loser' tumbling from your mouth. liam pays it no mind, rather, the banter has his grin stretching wider across his cheeks.
"atta girl," liam praises before ruffling your hair up with his hand, petting it with a small, cocky smirk while the other plucks a cigarette from the pack. "alright then, c'mon, gotta get 'cha past the rest of these creeps safely, yeah?"
"you're my escort or something?"
"if you're into male escorts, then sure, i'll be yer' escort," he replies cheekily. "what? you don't think i'm good lookin' enough? the raw sex appeal isn't enough to convince 'ya?"
ah, back to his normal self, you think to yourself with a small smile. his hand grabs your own, his thick, manly fingers interlaced with your own firmly, his grip enough to drag you behind him forcibly, but not enough to hurt. he leads you along with a newfound urgency, and you manage to catch the slight tremble in his fingers like he's physically restraining himself...or maybe it's just the coke.
the cool air hits you harder than you expect, the previous chill from before coming back in full force. though this time, liam's warmth is just out of reach. he leans against the wall, pulling out a lighter and plucking two cigarettes from the pack.
"greedy." you joke, just for him to scoff as he pops the cigarette into the corner of your mouth, catching you off guard. you fall silent, watching intently as he covers the end, lighting it with perfected ease before popping the other cigarette into his mouth and leaning towards, lighting his own cigarette with yours.
"what?" he asks, turning his head to blow a small cloud of smoke at your starstruck expression. "savin' my fluid for after the gig, y'know?"
you let out a small giggle at his sly words with a playful roll of your eyes. as he turns back to face you, you notice the light shade of pink dusted over his pale cheeks, the pale moonlight amplifying the glimmer in his eyes as he stares back at you. liam leans his head closer, just enough for the warm ambers of his cigarette to warm the skin on your jaw.
his eyes drop towards your lips, his tongue peeking out to roll across his top lip as his cigarette idly burns lower. your stomach lurches, heart fluttering as he looks back up at your eyes, his expression unreadable. you suck in a harsh breath, anticipation flooding through your veins the longer you await his next move.
"so," he breaks the silence, suddenly pulling his head back — much to your disappoint. "i'll see you at our next gig, yeah? i'd be proper sad if i didn't see 'ya there."
"well...duh liam i'm a stage handler..."
"i know that!" he cries, mouth dropping open in faux offense. "meant in the crowd! i'll buy 'ya a ticket and shit, don't worry 'bout that."
"liam—"
"don't worry 'bout yer' pay either, i'll figure it out." he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, his mouth still open to fill the silence. "and don't complain or tell me some weak shit, yer' doin' it and it's final. want 'ya there."
after a short, stunned silence, liam looks back over at you, awaiting an answer.
"...okay, liam," you smile, letting out a small laugh as he immediately lightens up, a big beaming, toothy grin plastered on his face. and you knew if he had a tail, it'd be wagging around excitedly. "i'll be there. in the crowd."
"sound," he said, his infliction pitched with excitement. he flicks the butt of his cigarette onto the ground, scuffing it out with the heel of his foot before turning back to you. "c'mon, let's get 'cha back inside where you're warm."
"oh, i—"
"nah, c'mon," he persists, grabbing your hand for no real reason. you roll your eyes before dropping your half-burnt cigarette before letting him take you back inside, picking up his parka on the way through. he sits you down right next to the stage exit, handing you a small bottle of water while simultaneously ignoring noel's grumbles that slowly increase the longer liam ignores him. you flush as he places the jacket over your shoulders, patting your shoulders affectionately before smiling. "see 'ya at the afterparty, yeah?"
you open your mouth to protest, only for the words to die out as liam's lips stick out into a small pout. you let out a heavy sigh shaking your head before shrugging hopelessly and nodding, letting out a small giggle at the way he jumps back up in excitement.
"wa-hey!" he cheers, sticking his arms out with a toothy grin before turning back around to face his brother. "yer' mad fer' it already, hm? sit tight, i'll come find 'ya."
you let out a chuckle, shaking your head at his antics as he bounds over to his brother, immediately smothering him like the little brother he is. you watch on from the side-lines, a fond smile spread across your face as noel briefly looks over at you, voice dropping into a hushed whisper. you furrow your eyebrows, trying to listen in a little harder as liam shoves his brother gently, whining again.
"told 'ya...away...her!"
"bugger off, bastard!" liam protests. "told 'ya i can handle it."
you pay it no mind, figuring it was probably just his old brother being over protective, especially considering he was "the chief." you shuffle awkwardly in your spot, hand reaching over to grip the fabric of liam's parka, the musky yet sweet smell of liam lingering in the air as the chill seeps from your bones, replaced with a warm comfort. one could argue that liam does this to every girl...but maybe you didn't mind being seduced by a rockstar like this. you were young and stuck in a shitty job, it was the least you could do to have fun.
and after all, liam gallagher was not what you expected.
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You aren't actually sure why you're here, a friend had asked you to come over and help them with something but even after agreeing and heading over to their flat, it's been half an hour and you still don't know why you're here.
About halfway through a conversion your friend made a face, not at you, at least you don't think it was, and almost ran to their bathroom.
Being left sitting on their couch you have a few moments to admire the odd collection of things they have on display around the place, photos from nights out, trinkets from holidays with their family, and a few other things you don't recognise but they could very well belong to your friends housemate. Speaking of their housemate, you've never actually met them, or can't remember meeting them.
Not wanting to seem rude you get up to check on your friend only to watch as they scamper out of the bathroom, almost knocking into you before they ramble that they have to dip for a moment and to please stay here, that they will be back soon but please just don't leave they do actually need your help with something.
It felt like a soap-opera or tv show how they left you open mouthed and hand outstretched as they rushed out of their flat, scratching the back of your neck and sighing as you head back to the couch. Slumping onto the cushions as you scroll on your phone, watching shorts and other videos as you wait for them to come back.
Hearing some sounds from the kitchen you look over, the elusive housemate was home apparently, turning fully towards the kitchen you finally get to see the owner of the odd trinkets and baubles.
They're huge, an absolute hulking mass of fluff, and comically cute polkadot boxers that sag low on their hips.
Your friend lives with a werewolf, a very large, very excited werewolf.
The moment the haze of sleep lifts from the were-creature in the kitchen, they perk up, tail wagging and claws skittering across the floor as they amble over to you, clambering onto the couch and looking you over before snatching your hand to shake it, smiling at you with just such empty headed joy on their face as they practically jerked you around on the couch as they greeted you.
A little less of a werewolf and more a were-golden retriever, his brown eyes are bright and happy as he asks a million and one question about who you are, how you know his roommate, and of course why you're here. You do your best to answer them all for him, finishing it up with telling him your friend had asked you to come help do something before they had an emergency and had to run out to do something.
It takes a few moments before something clicks in his mind, the smile on his face grows wider as he grabs your hands in his and excitedly shares what your friend had asked you over to help with, it was him, well his coat, it is change of season and his winter coat needs brushing out and it's too much for one person so he had asked his roommate to help but even they struggled, so they likely asked you to chip in as well.
You stare at this overgrown puppy of a werewolf as he continues to explain how he needs brushing and grooming, endless streams of chatter even as you hear the door open and your friend returns home triumphant with a plastic bag in hand, looking over at them as the werewolf holding your hands keeps talking as if to silently ask if this was really happening.
Only for them to shrug and take whatever they brought to the bathroom, coming back out with a large box in their hands and a smile on their face as they tell you to "grab him tight" moving closer as the werewolf on the couch whines and makes to hide behind you, whimpering about not wanting the treatment.
Your werewolf boyfriend sees your having a bad day so he brings you a box of doughnuts. He didn't know what one you liked the most so he bought one of each kind. Whatever ones you don't eat he gladly will.
Werewolf Husband didn’t know what to expect his first time knotting you. Ever since he can remember he’s been on suppressants to keep his rut in check. Even after deciding to bond with you as a mated pair he continued to be on them.
In part it was due to him being nervous. He’s never experienced a rut and he’s never been able to knot someone before. But it was also because you two weren’t ready to start a family yet. You both liked it just being you two and your bf was selfish enough to pridefully admit he wanted to keep you all to himself for a while.
But sometimes life has other plans. Mistakes happen. Like being so deliriously in love with your mate even after years of being together that you accidentally start forgetting to take your pills.
Now he’s reaping the (rewards) consequences. He didn’t expect it to happen this way or how this moment would come to be. But he certainly can say he’s mad about it, the heat in his body burning hotter and faster the longer the slams his length into your poor spent cunt.
Of course your husband loves fucking you. Your sex life is better than he’s ever had in the past even without a rut or any of these intensified emotions. Fucking you is one of his favorite activities. If he could that’s all he’d do… and right now he doesn’t have a choice not to.
By the look on your face you’re not too upset about this turn of events either. Your eyes are dazed and completely fucked out, tears dribbling down your cheeks as you babble total nonsense about how much you love his thick cock and how it fills you. Every thrust sending your body flying upwards only to have him jerk you back down his length.
“What d’you think you’re doin’, running away from this. This?” Your husband snarls, drool dripping from his maw and painting your already glistening plush body with more messy liquids.
Part of you was shocked he even managed to fit. During his rut something about his cock felt bigger. Thicker. It’s made you completely insane, your mind flooded with nothing but him and the craving for more of his cum.
Something was missing though. And you had no idea what until you felt a presence poke and push at your entrance, stretching it to its limits and urging it to flower open for him even wider. Screams pour from your lips as he slips his knot in, making you feel so full you could barely breathe. He was everywhere and it was glorious.
The loud shrill squelching of bodies meeting nearly drowned out your endless moans and mewls of pleasure. Previous loads of combined releases gushing out, spewing thick milky cum all over your thick thighs. The momentum making it ooze up your frame and creating a masterpiece of debauchery. At the sight of it your husband nearly howls and starts fucking into you even faster.
“Don’t. You. Worry. Gonna make sure this next load stays in. Right where it belongs,” he growls, accompanying every word with a hard thrust.
When you both finally cum and his knot locks inside you, breeding was honestly the last thing on either of your minds. All you cared about in that moment was the connection you felt together. It wasn’t until he helped work you both through your releases and the fog started to clear did you realize what this could mean.
Especially as his swollen knot remained so firmly inside you, keeping you alllll plugged up.
“W-what do we do about this exactly? Knotting and all,” you stammer out, sweat beading on your forehead for a completely different reason now.
But your husband wasn’t listening or even paying attention to you. No, his eyes were laser-focused on the swell of your belly, slightly more rounded now that it was overstuffed with him. You couldn’t read the look in his eyes and you were too nervous to find out.
A moment later he hesitantly reaches down and starts caressing it, possibly a million thoughts running through his head. Which only made you less included to figure out what he was thinking. But you couldn’t just leave this. Certainly not while he was still gonna be inside you for who knows how long.
“Baby, you good? I’m, uh, I’m sure knotting isn’t effective every time—“
Both you and your husband are shocked by the furious growls that rumbles out of his throat. You instantly go still. He’s never done that to you before. Not out of anger. If you were a werewolf or at least a hybrid you’re sure you would’ve pinned your ears back in submission. Yet his touch on your body is still gentle. Tender. Only confusing you further.
“I’m sorry, my mate, I’m so sorry. It’s just… I realized I hope it is. That it does take,” he tells you slowly, eyes softening as they stare into yours.
Not reacting while you gasp and squirm against him. Both nervous and a bit turned on.
“Really? You wanna do this? I do too,” You say with a slight laugh, a surprising burst of hope bubbling up inside your chest. Your husband flashes you a dazzling fangy smile and nods.
“Yes, yes, of course I do. And I wanna enjoy the process of it even more,” he says, a purr now in his voice and that predatory look back in his eye.
Already you can feel the heat building back up in his body as his knot starts to deflate. Your own excitement for the future with your mate builds and flares up into another wave of arousal. Both of you ready to go again.
With your giggles ringing in the air your husband wraps his claws around your thighs and pushes them up to your chest, putting you in the most lovely mating press. A pose he feels is fitting right now. Leaving your pretty chubby cunt on perfect display. Then with one solid stroke he enters you all over again, prepared to keep going till he knows with absolute confidence that it took.
