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Ugh.. He'd never felt like this before.

Or at least, it'd never been this bad, so to speak. Starscream's chest heaved as he started into the mirror, brushing strands of red and black hair away from his disheveled face. His breathing had been a bit unsteady for the past few minutes, coming out in heated huffs as he clutched the edge of the bathroom sink and tried to his best to calm down. It was a vain effort, really.. He knew that much.

His entire frame felt as if it'd been set alight, and his mind was addled with muddled thoughts that he'd been trying to ignore for hours, but to no avail.. With them around, they had a nasty habit of wriggling their way right back into his already heady mind. It was odd. Starscream didn't usually have this sort of trouble with his.. Cycle, so to speak. It wasn't a random thing-- it'd start up during the fall and would sort of fluctuate, but it wasn't usually a cause of much trouble.

If he were lucky, it'd usually do no more than make him a clingy mess. He'd just want to cuddle with something or pamper his partner, perhaps smother them with kisses-- that in itself was still embarrassing, but it was nothing like this..

Starscream would usually be able to just sleep it off, had it really started to bother him.. But this? Star was about to scream. He certainly wanted to. Curl up into a tiny, winged little ball and cry? Yes, maybe. Part of him just wanted to snatch User up and-- No, calm down. Regardless, Starscream's usual cycles had never caused him this much trouble. They'd come and go. Then again, Starscream hadn't really ever had a partner during one of these.. Oh, it was tearing him asunder.

If it wasn't how mussed his hair was from the stress, it was that nasty little feeling that was steadily eating away at his chest.. His heartbeat did oh so little to quell that ache-- not that it was that high up, but it still bothered him no less.

Perhaps that was his fault, though..

After all, it wasn't as if his thoughts were any less tame. There was the way that he'd envisioned them, all sprawled out on their bed.. It was damned near sinful. How he'd wanted nothing more than to hold them, to let his hands wander every inch of those lush curves until he'd mapped them out like a constellation. The way he wanted to kiss them, to mark up that lovely neck and those gorgeous thighs. Heavens below..

Ooh, and the way that he'd wanted to bury himself between those pretty legs and just let them squish him while he--

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

Though he'd mentally barked that at himself, part of it was hissed aloud, but he couldn't bring himself to care right now. Starscream gasped under hitched breaths as he leaned down and let his hair fan out over hi. s arms, his breathing gradually getting heavier and heavier until he'd finally allowed himself to let out that quiet whimper. "Gods, I can't-" His voice trialed off as, as if on cute, his other half finally decided to chime in on this madness.

Puff

Star's now-fuzzy ears perked and flicked about at the top of his head, and he could feel his fluff-tipped tail swishing along the tiled floor like some fuzzy mop. Of course.. Urgh. Starscream's fingers struggled to avoid edging their way towards the bulge in his pajama pants, aching to palm at it in some desperate attempt to soothe himself.

Bah, not that it'd do anything..

He needed to fuck. This madness would drive him to the brink and back, if he didn't basically attempt to knock them up like some pathetic beast.. Fuck, if he didn't want to right now, though.. Curse this accursed vampirism, and-

"Star, are you okay in there?"

Those fuzzy satellites that he had the audacity to call ears perked up at the sound of their voice, and his head was quick to follow. Fuck. They were awake right now? "I.. I'm fine, darling. Just go back to sleep-"

Puff!

There came the wings, and with one little flap, he'd ended up unintentionally knocking over two or three bottles from the shelf nearby. Wait, just- Starscream could feel the black fluff frizzing up at his shoulders now, nearly as much as the hair on his head.. Was he certain that he didn't have any suppressants? Fuck fuck fuck-

Starscream hissed beneath his breath, swearing to himself as he quickly tugged open the cabinet door and searched in futile rush for what wasn't there.. What wouldn't help, at this point. Star was already this deep in. It wouldn't do--

"I'm gonna come in."

"Wait, wait! Darling, don't come-" Before he could even finish his plea, they'd pressed the door open and stepped into the bathroom. Gods, they were as pretty as ever.. Even now, standing there with that sleepy-still, but somewhat concerned look on their face. Those lovely eyes, the way his t-shirt clung to them and hung off of their shoulders? It just barely covered whatever was hugging those pretty hips, and--

aaAaa-

Oh, Star was going to scream.

"Starscream, are you okay?"

"I'm alright, darling.. I'm alright, I promise-" Starscream attempted to reason, but the way he'd stepped back and the heaviness of his breathing likely hadn’t at all been convincing. He couldn’t blame them.. Still, Starscream tensed up as they approached him, his uneasy breathing veering off into another hitch as those soft palms curled to cradle his face. Despite his better judgment, Starscream slowly melted into their touch. He can’t help it.. Even like this, an utter mess, Starscream was still a sucker for their touch.. The vampire’s shoulders slumped as User lulled him in closer and wrapped their arms around his shoulders to hold him, one of their hands carding through his hair while they hummed soft ”shh..”’s and “It’s okay. You’re okay”’s.

Ugh.. If only.

Starscream breathed out a quiet huff as he wrapped his arms around their waist and tightened them for a moment, the big bat gently pressing his face against the side of their neck in a way that made his ears flatten beneath their jaw. Not a single bite, kiss, not his usual playfulness or teasing. Nothing— all he could do was seek out just a little bit more of their comfort. Of course, Starscream is still gentle— it’s still their lover, after all. Even if every part of his stupidly heat-addled brain was begging for him to beg them to let him fill and breed them, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything more than simply hold them. ”Sweetheart, I’m not.. I can’t-” He’s stuttering again. Starscream’s breathing began to hitch again whenever their palm passes over his head again, shushing him softly as they waft their soft fingers through his messy black and red hair. It’s sweet, but somehow, only served to mess with his mind even more.

Oh, just-

Starscream’s face scrunched up for a moment, his hands doing the same at their waist. They steadily drift downwards until they meet User’s hips, dying to give them just a little squeeze. ”Shhh.. It’s okay.” They murmur. Oh, he was a far cry from it.. Not that he could bring himself past the embarrassment to explain that to them, though. He could feel the heat clouding his features, beginning to mirror the static all over the rest of his being. His body melted deeper against theirs as they held him, but then, it’d hit him.. Primus, they smell so good.. That one little whiff was enough to make his head hazy all over again. Is it perfume?.. Just their body wash, mayhaps? He tried to lie to himself. It wasn’t. ”Mmm..~” Starscream couldn’t help but groan against his partner’s neck, the sound low and almost rumbly, like an oversized cat. ”You smell wonderful, darling..” He’d murmur, unable to resist the urge to nuzzle against the space just between their neck and shoulders.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take very long for the horny bat brain to kick in. Though it was a very gentle bite, Starscream found himself trailing his lips along their jaw and back down, working his way down until he’d found a little sweet spot to nip. His teeth sank sank into them, but just as quickly retreated to avoid anything more than a light mark. He could control the venom, of course, but he didn’t want to risk hurting them. Aah-!

Goodness.. Starscream had felt them shudder and gasp, but they hadn’t pushed him away. Part of him wishes that they had, and yet.. Nip! Another just at the edge of their neck, just between there and those lovely shoulders that he was just dying to spoil and litter with his touch.

”Starscream, please.. Stop teasing, and let’s just take this to—”

That was all that he’d needed to hear. The bat practically whisked them up into his arms then and there, carrying them off towards their bedroom with an almost uncharacteristic silence, for someone who was usually so charismatic. He’d kept User tucked closely, but resisted the lingering urge to wrap his wings around them. Once they’d stepped into the bedroom, he kicked the door shut with a soft click and padded towards the bed. After gently tossing them onto the sheets, Starscream wasted little time in tugging his pajama pants and tossing them aside without a second thought, while User had taken off their shirt. Mm.. He could handle the rest. Those flimsy underwear would look much better on the floor, wouldn’t there?

Starscream’s gaze flitted towards theirs to ensure that there wasn’t any discomfort or hesitance there, but instead, he’d found that they were just the slightest bit flustered— and a little smug.. Cute. Starscream chuckled beneath his breath, his lips curled into the faintest smirk— he hadn’t tried very well to hide it. ”Is everything alright, darling?” He’d begun to drawl, his voice just a smidge raspier than it usually was. Soft footsteps edged closer to the bed, leading him to kneel down and take one of their calves into his palms.. His eyes softened as he leaned in and peppered little kisses along the crux and upwards, easing further and tossing in little nips here and there.. His other hand drifted up their other leg to slowly, tenderly stroke and delve into circles as it drew further up User’s thigh to cup their hip.

”Mmm.. Such a beauty deserves to be pampered, don’t you think?~” He’d ask, that cocky smirk edging at his lips. It gradually softened this time, melting into a kiss at the midst of their thigh. He eased up until his hands rested beneath their thighs, his body rising so that he could lean in and capture those pretty lips of theirs with his own. They’d shuddered, and he’d groaned. Starscream’s fingertips traversed User’s skin and gently curled at their jaw, tilting it up towards their face so that he could deepen the kiss. They were so soft.. Though delicate, fierce. Moreso, they were his darling. The love of his life, his sweet little fig.

… Perhaps that last one was a bit corny.

Still, Starscream had no qualms with worshipping a god like them, even if he’d never quite verbalize his reverence. At least, not now.. He was fawning for them, as always, but that mattered little to him— it was worth it, no matter what happened later.

For now, though..

A gentle squeeze was left at their hip as his hand glided up along their stomach to rest beneath their bust for a moment, tenderly feeling up the weight of their breasts. He relished in the way that they’d arched their spine and moaned against his lips, his heated kisses pausing on occasion to give User space to breathe. Whenever they’d opened up for him, Starscream melted even further into them and lost himself to the rhythm, though he’d let them guide that— their tongues tangled while his hands took the lead in exploring their lovely body, fingertips slowly, steadily kneading one of their breasts while the other took to slowly lifting and squeezing the second. ”M-mm..” With a soft groan and an even softer nip at their bottom lip, Starscream kissed his way down their jaw and along their neck again.

”You are nothing short of a god in physical form.. I’d hope that you never forget that, my sweet..~” Starscream muttered against their skin, another kiss being littered along the juncture between their collar and neck. A slow lick was lulled back upwards, ending with the familiar gentle sting of another bite. He soothed that one with a kiss, and then, his attention was on their breasts. He let himself feel them at first, carefully squeezing and massaging them before taking one of their delicate nipples between his lips. He was careful not to bite— not yet. He’d begun to gently suckle at them, letting that heady feeling guide him into another rhythm whilst his fingertips eased along their curves again in steady strokes.

Pause.

Pop! He’d let them fall from his lips for a moment so that he was able to meet their gaze again, tenderly caressing their skin. ”Please.. Do let me know if I become too much for you, darling. I may be a little rough tonight, but I don’t want to bring you any discomfort. Your needs are important as well. Remember that.” He reassured, leaning up to kiss their forehead. He was a tad flustered whenever they’d reassured him in kind and done the same, but it was more than enough for him. Primus, this sweet thing.. Look at them. He’d die for them, he would kill for them. Either way, what bliss it was.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that thought, though— he mustn’t keep them waiting.

Starscream hadn’t hesitated to slip User’s nipple back into his mouth while he curved his fingers down their stomach and between the apex at their thighs, slowly swirling two against the little nub at the tip of their slit and downwards. Goodness, they were wet.. Part of him wasn’t sure whether to go absolutely feral or continue, but— No, not yet.. That wouldn’t be as fun, now would it?

Starscream hummed as he switched breasts and began to suck and lightly nip at the other while his fingertips eased down and met at their entrance, teasing their pussy with gentle prodding motions that’d soak his fingers before leading back up their clit again. He stroked and teased their pretty folds over and over again until they’d begged, leading him to ease them back into their entrance.

”Shhh.. Hush, now.. There’s a good little dove.~” Star hummed, admittedly pleased and a bit smug about their gentle moans and the way that they’d plead for him. In truth, it made him feel wanted. Needed. The very same way that he’d felt about them right now, and he’d.. Liked that, really. Starscream chuckled as he rose to kiss them again, but kept his focus a bit lower. ”Relax, my sweet little star..” He’d whisper between their breathy kisses. Pressing his palm against their clit, Starscream had begun to gently grind it against them whilst slowly edging his fingers deep into their core. He curled them to rub against that sweet spot inside them, biting his lip in an effort to stifle a gasp at the way that they’d role their hips against his hand.

Another plea, it seemed. He’d indulge.

While their tongue explored his mouth, his fingers upped their tempo.. Curious, though.. Starscream quickly dropped down their form to nestle himself between their thighs and lean in, not at all hesitant to press a soft kiss at their clit.. He’d slowly begun to lap at the little bud while his fingers worked deep inside of them, their rhythms not quite the same.

”Mmm! Oh! Star, Star!-”

Primus, they sounded so pretty like this..

The way that they’d grasped at his hair and arched their hips was doing numbers to Starscream’s already messy mind, but he couldn’t be bothered to worry about that right now.. Soft groans rumbled against their soft mount as he lavished their pussy with quicker, firmer licks that gradually began to match the rhythm of his fingers. It didn’t last, though. Starscream tensed as he felt their grip tighten and hold his head in place, and with it, they cried out above him. There we are.. The demihuman hummed contentedly as he finally eased up, his licks and fingers becoming gentler to lull them through their high.. Once they’d finally come down, he slowly stood up and stretched himself out for a moment while they caught their breath. ”Are you alright, darling?” Starscream murmured, brushing aside strands of mussed hair.

But then, they’d given him that little bit of reassurance by tugging him down on top of them. Starscream was more than caught off-guard, but as they pulled him into that deep, soul-searing kiss by the back of his head, any complaints that he might’ve had were lost. “Mmhn-” Starscream hummed and moaned against their lips, and as he did, he slowly reached back up to press their hands against the bed while he rocked his hips against theirs. His length slowly brushed along their folds in a way that made him shudder, the tip rubbing against their clit on each pass.. Their little gasps and pleas made the big bat’s heart skip beats, but he didn’t want to rush into things just yet. Oh, no no.. ”Shhh.. I’m here, and we have all night, don’t we? No need to be impatient.~”

He punctuated the statement with a soft kiss to their nose, and with that, he’d finally let the tip of his cock align with their entrance. ”Relax and hold onto me, darling.. I’ve got you.~” He pressed another kiss to their cheek and dipped his palm beneath their thigh to gently lift it up, letting them hook it around their waist.. He cupped their other hip at the same time and slowly pressed it further. With one quick roll of his hips, he’d slowly slid his length deep into them.. Starscream paused to let them adjust for a moment before slowly beginning to rock his hips back and fourth. Fuck, the way that they squeezed him.. It was enough to make him lose it. Soft moans rumbled past his lips as he’d begun to move a little faster, one hand pressed against the sheets while the other supported them by gently holding the back of their head. He carefully leaned down to press his forehead against theirs as he settled into a rhythm, his hips gradually picking up their pace..

Star-

Fuuuuck.. Starscream’s lips parted again whenever he’d occasionally pant. He gently grasped one of User’s hips to keep them held aloft while he tilted his hips to thrust against that sweet spot inside of them, his motions almost a steady grind.. If he’d felt hazy before, he wasn’t even sure what to call this.. Star felt dizzy. He felt butterflies. This felt good, it.. ”Darling-” He’d moaned out their name against their lips this time, finally giving into the whining in his head. He let his chest nearly meet theirs as he picked up speed again, his thrusts beginning to bear more weight against theirs.. ”M-mm.. You’re doing wonderfully, darling.. Look at you, taking me so well..~” He praised, adding a soft smooch to their jaw this time.

Oh, fuck.. Fuck..

He wasn’t sure how much more he’d be able to take, not with the way that they were squeezing around him.. The way those claws raked down his— ”A-ahah!” He gasped, his hips slamming back into theirs in response to the dizzying pleasure that came with taht little scratch.. Starscream didn’t hesitate to press himself further against them to let them do as they pleased, and in the head of the moment, he’d buried his face against their neck to nip at their pretty skin again. This passionate endeavor left the room all but silent, the air filled with gasps for breath and heady whining that couldn’t quite cover up the less savory sounds their hips made as they collided. Starscream’s hands were everywhere in that moment— gently tugging at their hair, rubbing their shoulders, gliding along their curves..

If this is what it’d felt like to be lost in someone, then Primus, he didn’t want to be found.. Starscream finally began to relax as the pleasure mounted for him, his lips falling open against User’s neck to let him utter out muffled gasps and moans. Whenever they reached up to tug at his hair in turn, Starscream couldn’t help but call out their name over and over again.. ”I.. I think I’m..~” He couldn’t quite finish that statement, and instead, pressed himself deep against them so that he could push deeper. Starscream buried his face deeper against their neck and roughened the weight of his thrusts again, hitting as heavily and quickly as he could without sacrificing their pleasure in the process.

Need to.. Mm-mmh! Need to breed..~

Fuuuck!

Starscream’s hand reached out for his partner’s, letting them lace their fingers together as he gave their hand a tight squeeze— reassurance that he was right there beside him. He didn’t kiss them just yet, though. He pulled back just enough to meet their gaze, searching for any sign of aversion.. Any sign of regret— but he found none. They seemed to be far too lost in the moment to worry about it, their expression sheer bliss. Still, he’d ask. ”C-can I? A-ah.. Can I finish inside? If you want me to pull-” He hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish that sentence before the sweet being’s legs were wrapped snug around his hips and lulling him deep into them. The vampire felt himself fluster at first, but he wouldn’t deny himself now. He certainly wouldn’t deny them, either.. ”You want it, my love? Mm.. I’ll give you everything and more.~” He chuckled breathlessly against their neck, reaching down to swirl rapid circles against their clit to emphasize his point.

He’d felt User shudder beneath his touch and arch their back, nearly bucking their hips in response to that sweet pleasure. ”That’s it.. Haah.. Aah.. Cum for me, my sweet-” He’d be damned if he let go before they did. He continued on until finally, they’d drug those lecherous claws down his back and let go.. Their legs tensed up around him and their hands slowly released his back, likely marking him up. Not that he minded.. The more, the better. He was theirs, after all, and seeing them like this?.. Oh, they were his. ”Darling.. Darling!—” With a sharp, pleasure-wrought moan and another scratch down his spine, Starscream quickly followed. He’d quickly clung onto them by dipping his palms beneath their upper back and slamming himself deep, letting himself spill into their womb until his seed spilled down their thigh.. Slowly, his thrusts gradually hilted and his hips kept pressed deep against them.

Then, the silence came..

Starscream’s body shuddered from the intensity of it all, as did theirs.. He slowly allowed himself to rest on top of them, giving himself a moment before finally wrapping his arms snug around User so that he could flip them onto their sides. He pulled them close, content with simply holding his sweet partner and basking in the moment together, be it as long or as little as it may.. ”Mmm..” Soft hums rumbled past his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he kissed their forehead and began to gently stroke the back of their head. ”You did wonderfully.. I love you, darling.~” Fingertips wafted through their soft locks and along their back, their motions kept slow and rhythmic.. He’d be gentle, now.. Quiet. ”Stay with me, starlight.. Rest.” His tone was soft, matching the second smooch that he’d pressed to their forehead. ”I’ll hold you for as long as you need.. You deserve it.~” Even if he wasn’t the best partner sometimes, he’d do whatever it took to make them at least feel just how adored they were. That they were loved, cared for. They deserved that and more.

Klaus knew she was his mate long before his 18th birthday. Her scent had drawn him to her since the first day of high school and he’d been following her around since.

Being a werewolf, and having unlocked his curse when he was young due to an accident, he was at an advantage. It meant he was well known around school as a football player, lacrosse and any other sports that helped him get his energy out so he didn’t end up starting fights.

It was due to this, that he got so many girl’s attention. Y/N’s too. She’d seen him out on the field when he was trying out in freshman year. He’d felt her eyes on him and immediately knew.

Now he was a senior and knew it was time to finally claim her as his mate.

He’d been leaving her things for years. Little notes and drawings in her locker. Teddy bears and chocolate each year on valentines. Candles and new clothes on her birthday. She didn’t know how he had a key to her locker, but she knew it had to be Klaus.

But Y/N was very focused on her studies and has said she was never been interested in a relationship. So instead, Klaus had become her best friend.

However, Klaus could smell how attracted she was to him, hear her heart race and feel her hands on his shoulders at each school dance. He knew she loved his attention, that she could feel the same connection but didn’t know why.

His wolf came to sit outside her house each full moon, running away when she came out to see what all the noise was about.

But on that particular full moon, he couldn’t stop scratching at her door. She pulled the door open, blinking in surprise at the wolf outside.

Y/N didn’t know Klaus was a werewolf, or that werewolves existed. But she let him inside, thinking that maybe he was an injured wolf.

From that full moon he would be snuggled up in her bed, licking her skin clean for hours. Y/N became used to it, her body enjoying the feel of her mate looking after her. She’d rest against his fur, stroking him gently whilst he nuzzled her.

It was in his wolf form that he’d first seen her body. She wasn’t so shy around his wolf, she didn’t realise it was Klaus. His ears went back, eyes glowing when she came out of the shower, drying her body before letting the towel hit the floor. He barked, jumping down and circling her bare legs. Y/N just laughed and pet his fur, leaning down to smooth him but giving him the opportunity to lick her chest. She gasped when his tongue slid across her nipple.

“Naughty boy.” She giggled, straightening up and opening her drawer full of pajamas. Klaus came up behind her, snout eagerly pushing against her ass, between the backs of her thighs. Y/N squealed and turned around quickly, eyes wide and amused as she tugged her pajamas on.

Klaus only huffed and jumped up beside her on her bed. Y/N giggled when he tried to groom her again, pushing his head off playfully. “I just showered!” She laughed, whining when he kept licking.

At school, she didn’t mention her monthly encounters with a wolf. No, she just continued to be her bubbly self, helping him with his homework and being practically snuggled up against him at lunch.

Klaus had began scenting her, making sure any other wolves knew she was claimed. Even Y/N didn’t realise it herself.

But one day, he’s mentioned something. Made a teasing joke about a specific pair of pajamas she owned but nobody had ever seen them, except for her wolf visitor. Klaus hadn’t realised his little slip up, and he didn’t realise that was why she would be a little shyer around his wolf.

Her hands still pet him, and she still let him groom her, but she was careful not to undress around him. And before she slept, she’d look into his eyes, curious and wondering. The day after each full moon, she’d be a little off, more giggly and skittish around him. Klaus found it cute, he’d give her half his lunch and pretend to need her help on another assignment until she returned to her normal self.

But one full moon, as he approached her house, he could smell her. His mouth watered and his tongue hung from his mouth in a pant as he whined at her front door loudly. He heard her drop something before running down the stairs and opening the doors. Her face was red and hot, her clothes messily pulled on. Klaus pushed his way in, his muzzle between her thighs at an instant.

Y/N yelped but he could taste how wet she was through the fabric. His wolf wouldn’t let up, he was licking at the fabric, chasing her up the stairs when she squealed and ran away.

He growled faintly at the sight of a vibrator on her floor, still dripping with her juices.

“Oh god-“ Y/N cursed, quickly kneeling down to grab it but Klaus had it in his mouth, licking it clean. His wolf went haywire at the taste, jumping straight at her. Y/N let out a surprised yell when she toppled over. She whined when his wolf humped desperately at her, trying to grab ahold of her with his front legs.

Eventually, she got out from under him and climbed back onto her bed. Klaus took it as an invitation, his muzzle pushing back between her thighs.

“Gods…” she whined, hesitantly pulling the pants off and squealing when his cold nose pressed directly to her cunt. Klaus felt as though he were starving, his tongue lapping her up eagerly. Her clit was already so swollen from her toy, her hole already slightly stretched by her fingers making him curl his tongue up into her.

Her fingers tugged his fur gently, her legs shakily opening more for him. He growled softly against her, encouraging her hips to move against him. Klaus glanced up, seeing her breathing tremble as she began to ride his wolf’s face.

“Yes…” she breathed, her fingers curling into his fur tightly. He nuzzled closer, watching her moan and squirm even more. “Oh-“ she arched, hips bucking, “yes, yes!” She cried as she came against his snout. Klaus felt his hips thrust against the air again as he cleaned her up.

Y/N trembled lightly, her hands releasing him and digging into her sheets instead. Klaus barked quietly, nudging her with his nose until she was how he wanted her.

Y/N gasped when his wolf climbed onto her, from behind. “Oh no…” she breathed but her back only arched in, her ass sticking out encouraging his claws to dig into her hips as he got a grip on her. “Klaus!” She whimpered when he thrust into her, his wolf cock bigger than her fingers or her toy. His ears shot up at the sound of his name. But he assumed she didn’t actually know it was him, but perhaps was fantasising which made his wolf happy. His hips thrust erratically, his wolf desperate to fill his mate up.

“Oh fuck-“ she squealed, her hips pushing back against his paws as he fucked her quickly. She let out one last cry before she came, causing his wolf to follow shortly after.

She panted softly, slowly relaxing against her bed before glancing over her shoulder and groaning. “Oh gods…are you stuck like that?” She whimpered, reaching between her legs to try and pull him out but finding him locked inside her. Klaus licked her back gently, trying to calm her down as she continued to whimper with anxiety, trying to get him out.

Klaus laid on top of her, nipping her wrist gently to tell her to stop tugging. Eventually, she gave in and stayed down. His wolf nuzzled her quietly, his fur keeping her warm as she slept.

As the sun began to rise, Klaus could feel his wolf getting ready to turn back. So carefully, he crawled off her and tugged her blankets up with his teeth before running back out into the woods like every other full moon.

Y/N woke in a slight haze. Her hands pushing the covers back and finding the claw marks across her hips and thighs making her skin flush red.

At school she was nervous to see him, scared for what this meant and also a little embarrassed for the circumstances they’d happened.

But she didn’t even see him before he was pulling her across the hall, pushing her up against the lockers and kissing her deeply. Y/N moaned in surprise, her hands shaky when the backs of her thighs were lifted to go around his waist. Wolf whistles from fellow students rang through her ears as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hips thrusting up instinctively.

“Mr Mikaelson!” A voice yelled and hesitantly, his mouth left hers, his head turning to see his coach stood with his arms folded. “That energy is supposed to be used on the field! Not in the hall!”

Klaus let her down slowly, apologising quietly to the teacher and then quickly pulling her along the hall with him.

“Klaus-“ she squealed, her feet stumbling to keep up causing him to grab her, lifting her up into his grasp as he pushed the cleaners cupboard open and stepped inside with her. The room was little and dark but Klaus knew it would do.

“Fuck, love!” He breathed, kissing her mouth again before pulling her down onto the floor.

“It’s dirty-“ she gasped but he just dragged letterman jacket off and laid her down against it.

“You were such a good girl last night.” He mumbled, kissing down her neck whilst unzipping her dress and tugging it off.

“Klaus, we have class-“ she tried but her thoughts were cut off when his fingers stroked up her folds.

“Still wet” he moaned, pushing one finger in and fucking her with it slowly. “You liked that didn’t you?” He whispered, nipping her neck. “Feeling my tongue, getting my knot-“ he groaned and tugged his pants open, pushing his cock into her eagerly.

“Klaus!” She moaned, her back arching as he thrust his cock into her quickly.

“Shh” he cupped her face. “You can take it, see?” Klaus rolled his hips slower than the previous night, attempting to convey more affection than the frenzied pace he’d had last night.

“God…” she whimpered, looking up at him desperately. Klaus leaned down to kiss her again, claiming her mouth with his and squeezing her hips in the same place his claws had marked her.

“Gonna take you back to my place-“ he thrust particularly hard, watching the air get knocked out of her. “Bend you over every surface-“ his hips bucked again making her cry out. “Knot you over- and over-“ his eyes shined gold, her thighs shook around him and he reached down to tease her clit. “Gonna be swollen with my babies before graduation.” He panted, clamping his other hand over her mouth as she came.

Y/N was a puddle on the floor as he pulled out and leant down between her thighs to clean her up.

A loud knock came at the door.

“Mr Mikaelson. If you and whichever girl you’ve taken in there don’t get out in by the time I count to five, you’ll be removed from the team and neither of you will be able to graduate!” The principal yelled and while Klaus didn’t really care about graduating, he knew Y/N did.

So he quickly got her dress on her, his pants up and pushed the door open. Y/N’s face was bright red and scared as she glanced at the principle and the other teacher beside him.

“Y/N?” He questioned, pure shock on his face at the schools star pupil being the girl in the cupboard with a football player.

“I’m so sorry.” She whimpered and the man sighed, putting his head in his hands. Klaus caressed her side gently, feeling a little bad for the humiliating situation he’d put them in.

“Look, you’re good kids.” The principal cleared his throat, looking between them both. “So get to class and never let me find either of you like this again.”

Klaus and Y/N practically flew out of the hall.

“Shh, I’m sorry” he mumbled, getting her outside, the air cooling her heated skin. “I couldn’t help myself.” Klaus whispered, kissing her cheek gently.

As embarrassed as Y/N was, she wasn’t angry at him. “It’s okay…” she breathed, looking up at him a little nervously. Klaus smiled, cupping her face and kissing her gently. “I didn’t really think you were the wolf…” she muttered, still a little embarrassed about it. “Not until last night.”

“I should’ve told you.” He mumbled, nuzzling her gently. “But you always said you didn’t want a relationship,” he sighed and she smiled.

“I just said that ‘cuz I was worried you’d try set me up with one of your buddies.” She giggled and he groaned.

“I’d never!” He scoffed, pulling her closed until her body was back against his.

“You set up Caroline with Tyler and I was just worried when you asked that-“

“Never.” he repeated, kissing her mouth again. “Now please, please skip just this one day of school with me.” He begged, unable to let her walk away when he’d only just began the mating ritual for his wolf.

Y/N nodded, wrapping her arms round his neck with a sigh of relief. “Yeah…just this once.” She mumbled and he nodded back, lifting her up effortlessly and carrying her to his car.

“In the back-“ he panted, tugging his pants back open as she moaned and climbed in. “Good girl, fuck” he groaned, seeing her ass presented to him, the skirt of her dress lifted up. Klaus kissed her cheeks softly before lining his cock up with her entrance and thrusting into her quickly, unable to keep himself gentle when his wolf was so vocal in his body and mind.

“Oh Klaus!” She cried, arching as much as she could and feeling him deep inside her.

“Seein’ that stupid toy in your room-“ he groaned, the clap of their skin meeting loud as the car shook with them. “Fuck- couldn’t believe you’d never just fuckin’ asked me to help you!” He groaned, his claws extending against her skin. “Gonna fuck you every day- every night-“ he moaned, his cock leaking inside her before he could even realise how close he was.

Y/N just kept moaning, her body shaking as he reached round to stroke her clit. “Mmh…” she whimpered and he kept thrusting through his orgasm, getting her there shortly after and smiling lazily at the sight if her pussy dripping round his cock.

“Good girl.” He whispered, stroking her ass gently as he pulled out. He kissed her face, laying her down carefully. “I’ll drive slow, okay?” He mumbled, caressing her head as she nodded drowsily.

He pulled up to his families estate and carried her up to his room. Y/N looked around admiring the art and awards up on his shelves. She smiled at his head gear and he hummed.

“I’ve seen you at a few games.” He smiled, “even though you have no idea how football works.” He teased and she giggled.

“Well I wanted to support you.” She murmured and a hummed.

“Mmh, because I’m your best friend?” He whispered, his tone amused as he got closer to her lips.

“Uhuh” she breathed, pressing her mouth to his and squealing when he lifted her onto his bed.

“Now, spread those legs, love. My wolf needs you.” He purred and she moaned, her thighs parting quickly for him to move between.

By the end of the week she was attached to his hip. Klaus managed to have their timetables changed so he was in all her classes. She attended every one of his sports events, her seat always reserved and one of his jerseys engulfing her. And every time, without fail, he’d win them the game and have her under the bleachers once everyone had gone home.

Under them, on them, on the pitch, in the classrooms, his house, her house; it was non stop.

And then the full moon would come around and his wolf would get her all to himself again.

Y/N loved being with Klaus. He gave her everything she could ever need and everything she never even knew she wanted. She never had to carry her own school bag again, never had to do anything again if she didn’t want.

Especially not when Klaus realised she was pregnant, his eyes zeroing in her stomach when he was trying to fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat, only to hear two.

Damn him and his gaze. Even after 6 weeks of dating — and pining for a lot longer than that — he sure could still make you feel like a puddle.

You're only able to speak once he turns to his phone again. “Uh, excuse you, I'm a very fun person, thank you very much. Yesterday, I put a fake ‘your computer is down’ screen on Shen's laptop,” you tell proudly. 

“Dear god. He did not go into a cardiac arrest from your…prank?” Jack's voice caught on the word “prank” as if it deeply amused him.

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend (still hard to say that), shifting close enough to him on his couch that your knee knocked against his thigh. Your entire body faced him, while his faced the front — a tiny whine left your lips.

Jack turned his attention back to you as you spoke again. “You know it's the loss of control I hate. Don't you think I also feel like getting all loose-lipped and dancing on top of tables and flirting with strangers?”

His eyes softened a fraction when he saw the small frown on your lips. He sets his phone face-down on the arm of the couch, before shifting so his upper half faced you too. “Okay, what brings this on? You know I just like teasing, I don't think there's anything wrong with being an alcohol virgin.”

You rolled your eyes at his choice of words. “I want to know what it's like. It makes everyone so…” your hands do a weird dance in front of your chest, trying to find a proper word. Your attending swiftly moves his cup a bit to the left, so your hands wouldn't knock it all over yourself. 

“Joyful,” you finished.

“Okay, but let's not dance on table tops and flirt with strangers,” he takes off his reading glasses and perches them next to his phone. When his eyes find you again, they're equal parts amused, and that softness that only seems to show up when you're in the room.

“I would never, I'd feel bad for giving you stress at your age.”

He lightly smacks your hip that's not smushed against the couch, “Brat.”

You grin widely, “You'll be there, right?”

“With a camera and a mic. My beautiful, sensible, nurse, looking like an absolute fool,” he tugged at a loose strand of your hair, his eyes shining with endearment.

Your little baby blue sling looks absolutely ridiculous hung over his shoulder. “What did I tell you before leaving?” His voice strains with the effort of all the workout he got in today. He's struggling with unlocking the door, because your purse keeps slipping down his arms.

You were a disaster. While your favourite doctor made sure you only stuck to fruity drinks that gave you a pleasant buzz and not regrets — you still managed to outdo yourself in terms of being a mess.

You challenged a man twice your size in an arm wrestle. You advised 3 different women to break up with their boyfriends, “Mine's handsome and kind. You guys stay safe, though.” And, finally, broke the heel of your left boot making you even more unbalanced than you already were. 

“That Dr. Robby is a little shit with no self-preservation inst-”

“The other one, honey.”

You went silent for a moment, searching your hazy brain as the door opened in front of you. Jack gently guided you in, before locking the door with a sharp click. His rough hands sneak up your arms, tugging the jacket at your shoulders, and shrug it off you to safely hang it on his coat rack.

“That I shouldn't carry my bag if I couldn't keep it safe?” you say, looking down at him, as he sets his knee on the floor. His hands that cut and heal skin with such precision, are deftly working the zipper of your boots. He gently helps your feet out of the pair, patting your calf, before rising to his full height again with a groan.

Without your size boosters, your head was once again leveled with his chest. Jack nodded, leaning his head down so you didn't have to crane your neck as much.

“But I had my ID and pepper spray in there,” you justified, your lower lip jutting out in a pout.

Jack's hand pats the right-side pocket of his hands, “ID,” his voice rumbling as if coming straight from his chest. “And you don't need pepper spray. You have me.”

But you're not registering a word he says, not when he looks like this. His salt and pepper curls are all ruffled from your bar visit. His simple black tee is pulled taut across his biceps, making them look just as delicious as they do in his SWAT uniform.

His fingers snap in front of you, “Eyes up here, sweetheart.” You look in his honeyed eyes again. God, why haven't you guys had sex already? You seriously can't remember why.

“Why haven't we fucked?” You blurt out. Oh, the alcohol doesn’t make you Joyful. It makes you blunt.

Your boyfriend freezes for a second, before letting out a deep, throaty laugh. His hands settle on your shoulders. With a slight bend of his knees, he manages to stare completely and directly into your eyes. “Wow, thought we went to the bar, not to a seminar for clear communication.”

You capture both his hands and slide them down, so they're firmly on your hips. After humming in satisfaction, you take a step closer to him, your chest brushing his. “Answer me.”

As if suddenly realizing you both are still standing in the entryway, Jack starts walking you backwards, swiftly maneuvering you so you don't hit the kitchen counter. “I'm your attending, honey, I don't answer to you,”

You furrow your brows, staring up at him with irritation. You press yourself even closer to him, your palms settling on his hard stomach. “Like hell you don't. I want to know why me and my gorgeous boyfriend haven't made good use of every room in this too-big-for-you house.”

Jack sighs deeply, his fingers unconsciously tightening around your hips. He takes a seat on one of the low kitchen counter stools, so he doesn't have to keep looking down at you. His arms completely wrap around your waist, pulling you in until you're standing between the hard muscle of his thighs.

“Because we work at a hospital, we're either busy or tired. And…it's hard to find a footing with sex. You tense up whenever my hand slips under your shirt, you've talked about how insecure you get. And me…well, I'm not what I used to be.”

Your eyes soften, “But do you want me?” Your lips graze his jaw, your hands palming the hard plane of his chest.

Jack shifts in his seat and takes a deep breath, “What do you think, baby?” his right hand moves an inch lower with exaggerated slowness, settling on the top curve of your ass, his thumb stroking the curve.

You let out an entirely pathetic whimper at his breathy voice, his lips brushing your temple. You move back your face, so you can watch him again. His eyes look darker than they actually are.

“I see this as a good opportunity that we should seize, doctor.” His throat catches at the ‘doctor’. Oh, you are not a fair player.

“Well, I don't like my medical staff being inhibited. Perhaps, sometimes when you're horny and sober, we can continue the procedure.” His breaths are coming in shallow, his hard thighs squeezing around you to completely lock you in. His hands have not stopped moving, the one on your waist has moved north to tangle in your hair at the nape of your neck.

A petulant whine leaves your lips as you bury your mouth in the crook of his neck. “But-”

“No buts. I have no intention of being between your legs in a state you won't even remember anything in.” The rasp in his voice so close to your ear directly travels to the your belly, already coiling tight with tension.

The imagery makes you groan: His mouth working between your legs, his jaw shining under the dim lights, stopping for a moment to say, “Louder, baby. Your doctor can't hear you.”

Your lips slip from his neck, replaced by your forehead. His lips brush against your hair, the gentleness so different from what his body is suggesting.

“Kids and their hormones,” he teasingly says. That makes you pull yourself back. Because that's rich coming from a man whose pants are getting visibly tighter.

“Is that so, grandpa?” Your eyes are entirely fixated on his lips. Your own bottom lip has caught between your teeth.

His thumb comes up to free your lip so you don't hurt it, “Careful, brat.” His hand stays on your face, and you lean heavily into his palm, blinking at him. The strap of your top has conveniently fallen off from its place, and Jack is staring like a man who's just discovered shoulders, tracking the soft curve of it, following the slope of your neck, where your pulse thrums rapidly.

Leave it to him to have a gaze that weights at least a 300 pounds.

Your palms drop from his chest to his waist, brushing your fingers against the waistband of his pants. A soft “uh-uh” leaves his mouth as he slowly shakes his head, though he makes no move with his hands to push you away.

“You're palming at me like you're a little girl, and I'm your favorite barbie doll.”

“You are my favorite barbie doll, Dr. Abbott,” it leaves your mouth in a soft, needy, whine.

His shoulder shake slightly from laughter, the comforting rumble filling the room, subsequently reaching every tensed part of your body, and taking its place there too, perfectly fitting every crook and corner.

“I am a 50-year old man with a military background, who spends his nights managing an entire floor of medical staff. My day hobbies include being a buddy to SWAT and getting shot at.”

You look at him, as if to say “so?” and hearing the adoration — despite the choice of words — in your voice completely decentres him. “Glad to be your favourite barbie doll, honey.”

He finally freezes when your wandering palm brushes against the hard ridge in his pants, practically begging to be freed. You let out a little gasp as you feel his size, even with a barrier of rough fabric.

A low groan leaves him, his hand sharply capturing your bold wrist against his own chest, heaving up and down. For someone just talking about being 50, the man's heart is sure beating with a fast thump-thump-thump, like a teenage boy catching his crush in a 2-feet vicinity. Your name leaves his mouth, dirty and like a prayer at the same time.

“Let me help you, doctor. Please” you say sweetly, voice coated in silk and need and whatever poison this man mixed in your drinks.

A pause.

He gets off the stool in a sudden motion, his hands grip your forearms, and starts walking you backwards in the general direction of the bathroom.

“You are a pain in my ass. And, frankly, a horny mess.”

“Speaking of horny and my ass-”

He doesn't let you complete the sentence before turning you around, his broad chest hovering over your form from the back. “Nope. You have lost the privilege of looking at me before you've taken a cold shower.”

You tilt your head back to look at him, excitement glinting in your eyes, “together?”

“No, you pervert.” Your boyfriend opens the door to the bathroom and lets you both in. Before you can even complain, his rough palms are gripping the back of your thighs, swiftly lifting you up on the counter. You let out a little squeal, squeezing your thighs at the display of his strength.

Show-off.

So fucking hot, though. It's like he was made by Lana Del Rey's mind.

Jack doesn’t stop, though. He finds his way behind the glass that separates the shower from the rest of the bathroom. His practiced hands mess with the settings until he's satisfied, and comes back.

He stands in front of you again, crossing his arms over his chest. His muscles strain at the motion, trying to escape their way from the tight shirt. You pout at his slut-ishness. A walking, talking, thirst trap. If he was an actor, he would surely have his fare share of editors.

“How am I supposed to not get wet when you manhandle me?”

“Jesus,” he mumbles, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes to lull some of his composure back into him. He silently thanks his military discipline, or you would currently be spread on the soft sheets of his bed, waking up his neighbours.

He takes a deep breath, eyes scanning you again. His fingers come up to pinch your chin in a soft embrace, “Shower. Clean. Mind and body both. And then, we will sleep. Got it?”

Heat pools low in your belly at his authoritative voice. God, how did you land this man?

“Sir, yes, sir.” You watch his gaze get heavy at the word. He leaves his hold on your chin, pats your hip, and exits the bathroom.

Guess you know what you'll be calling him, when he finally lets you do what your body is begging you to do.

You find him on his bed, wearing only a pair of low hung worn-out sweatpants. His back is slumped against the pillows, fingers locked behind his head as he stares at the ceiling.

He finally looks at you, crawling on his king-sized bed, trying to make your way over to him. It seems the shower un-possessed you. You look soft, sleepy, tired, and utterly his.

He holds out his arm and you immediately curl up into him, your icy-cold nose finding the hollow of his neck. “Hold me,” you murmur.

“One second, honey.” Before he can properly embrace you, he pulls up the thick duvet and arranges it to cover both of you. His left arm is trapped under your body, fingers pressing against the small of your back to pull you closer. His other hand brushes the hair back from your face, watching your heavy eyelids.

“There you are,” he softly rumbles before pressing the softest, most lingering kiss on your temple. A low sigh of satisfaction leaves you. You're still inhibited, but the tiredness has caught up.

“You didn't like the freaky me?” You ask, your jaw cracking with a yawn right after. 

“I like every-you, unfortunately. It's a weakness in the ED.” His fingers are still moving in your hair, scratching your scalp in a way that turns your brain to mush. You push your face even deeper in his neck. Hell, you would live inside his ribcage if he ever allowed it.

You let out a soft giggle, hiking your thigh over his hip so no part of you is separate from him. “Can we have a proper conversation about sex tomorrow?”

Your boyfriend murmurs a “yes, baby,” against your forehead. 

“Okay, goodnight. Gonna have some good wet dreams.”

“Shut up, and go to sleep, sweetheart.”