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sunwoosmommy · 3 months

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mbfw: boundaries | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w / au's: werewolf!au, bestfriend!au, getting you off with his fingers ...

summary: you learn more about what it means to be mates and Wolfie has a few things to say when you tell him you just want to talk

a/n: part two to my best friend's werewolf !!

words: 4899

“So tell me more about mates.”

The two of you decided to go to a small coffee shop just outside of town the following Saturday afternoon. You both knew there was so much to still be discussed, settling on a quiet place to sip drinks, eat a dessert, and talk at a corner table near the back without as much foot traffic. You wanted to know more about his werewolf side as well as discuss the what if’s and the maybe’s. The best thing about your best friend is he is always willing to talk through whatever is going on.

“What would you like to know?” he asks before taking a bite of the raspberry pastry he ordered for himself. “Mates are just kind of like soul mates. Our perfect partner. One we could spend lifetimes with.”

The thought has your heart swelling. Oh… to be loved so strongly. You couldn't imagine. Or, maybe it's not about love and just about what fits best. Does his wolf even care about you? Could he love you? These are the questions that have been plaguing you and you know you need to find the answers before the situation drives you crazy.

“Well, how did your wolf decide me?” You poke at your own danish with a fork, not as hungry as you thought. “Why me?”

“I think it’s because of our friendship.” He doesn’t sound so sure, but he sounds sure enough that it’s a pretty good guess. “You’re the closest friend, honestly closest anything I’ve ever had. You’re like a sister to me.”

“Ugh,” you huff, rolling your eyes, “sisterzoned by my mate’s second brain cell.”

“No, we share a brain cell, remember?” He chuckles while you laugh, nudging him with your arm.

“It’s still so bizarre to me,” you tell him in a whisper. “That all of this is happening with my best friend, but I don’t think I would want it to happen with anyone else.”

He smiles at that. He has always been the sweetest person you’ve ever known. Even in high school, you became friends because he spotted you crying coming out of the bathroom one day freshman year. He stopped you to ask what was wrong. You told him some excuse about your period. He laughed when you actually told him the truth that it was over a boy. A boy that broke up with you to immediately ask out your only friend in the class, all while his friends laughed at your embarrassment. Teenagers can be so cruel.

The reason he laughed was because he already knew what he was going to do. He asks you to point the boy out so casually, as if he was only going to talk to him, so you do. Turns out that talk turned into a fight and he was suspended for three days. The guilt weighed down onto your shoulders like a heavy rainstorm until the day he returned. You apologized, asked him why he did it, and he said it was because of the t-shirt you were wearing. He knew you were cool. No one as cool as you should be crying.

Looking back, you can barely remember the band on the shirt because they disappeared due to a scandal a year later, but it was his favorite as well as yours at the time. Your favorite tv show became his next one and his sentimental dessert shop from his childhood became the place the two of you would get ice cream and study on the weekends. You went to prom together (as friends), played video games together (as enemies), and your families grew as you got to know one another. His family fell in love with you because you kept him focused on school, and your family wasn’t convinced he didn’t have ulterior motives (they eventually came around).

He’s always been there for you. Became your friend, the person you looked to first when you tell a joke and the last person you wanted to disappoint. Protected you and kept the creeps away from you as you grew older. You didn’t find it funny when he would tell guys you liked that he liked you more. They ran away because they felt like they had no shot after that, but in the end you were glad because most of the time, you loved when it was just him and you.

Which is why you nearly spit your drink in his face when he asks you, “Are you going to tell me what the two of you do?”

“What… No! Fuck no. Absolutely not!” You reach for the nearest napkin to wipe your mouth from where the liquid dripped. He stares at you from across the table, a questioning look on his face. “Why would I? I mean… do you want me to?”

The two of you have never, in the history of your friendship, discussed such topics. Sure, you’d joke about sex in general because that’s what friends do, but you’ve never talked about personal details with one another. You didn’t care to know about his sex life, and he knew yours was nonexistent. Well, until now.

“You’re okay with doing things with my body, but not letting me know about it?” He raises a brow, and damn it, you know he has a point. He’s right and the last thing you want to do is overlook a boundary he might have. Talking about it isn’t one for you, but it is embarrassing.

“Didn’t you say you can feel it?” You try your best to look for a loophole. “So, just… feel what we do, maybe?”

His body slumps as his expression goes slack, his mouth even pouting a little. He’s seconds away from calling you by your government name, so you take a deep breath and nod.

“Okay, I will tell you. It’s not like I care if you know, I just can’t seem to say the words to you.”

He chuckles, leaning in with a devious look in his eyes and… is he actually trying to smolder? “Would you rather show me?”

“Ugh!” You shove his shoulder to make him fall back in his seat. His laugh echoes throughout the coffee shop, so you glare at him until he quiets down because the barista is looking. “That’s not funny, Flynn Rider.”

He’s still smiling wide, but it soon begins to settle. “I’m not asking to know to be a weirdo or anything. It’s just that it feels weird, sometimes, to have these blank slates in my memory. I can feel that everything is okay, if I’m happy, or angry, or… other things…”

Your cheeks heat at the comment. Just like he’s always been there for you, he’s always made you feel so safe. He was your sanctuary when you felt bullied and had nowhere else to turn. He’s understanding and patient. He’s sweet and kind, and always puts you before himself. But now it’s time for you to put your feelings aside for him so you give him his own peace with the situation.

You lean in, voice just a whisper. “He was in my room that night after work, waiting on me after my shower. I just had my robe on.”

“He didn’t warn you first he was coming over?” You shake your head at his question.. “That asshole. I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sure that scared you.” He reaches to take your palm in his own. Offering a squeeze, you smile and shake your head once again.

“I was startled, but it was you, so I calmed down. Well, I thought it was you.” You sigh, gathering the strength to do the most embarrassing thing you can think of. You just hope he won’t judge you for it. “He asked if I remember him. I didn’t at first, but it clicked when I remembered the night of the full moon. He then told me no one can keep him from me, and he wanted to see me… um, see my body.”

You can’t meet his gaze as you tell him. Staring a hole into the uneaten pastry in front of you, you take a moment to catch your breath. You aren’t sure why this is so hard for you. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never had conversations with your best friend like this before, or maybe it’s the situation at hand. It’s got you so confused and emotionally charged.

“Did he…” He cocks his head to the side, pursing his lips in thought for a moment. “Did he ask nicely?”

For a second, you’re silent as the question registers. Then you release a breathy laugh. “He was very… gentle. Dominant and… convincing, but he wasn’t forceful if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Good.” He nods with a wrinkle of his brow. Then he leans forward, elbows on the table with his forearms crossed, ready to hear the rest. Your heart races.

“He untied my robe. I had nothing on underneath, so he pressed me to the wall and his thigh pressed into me and I pressed into him and we were really just pressed… pressed all together doing stuff.”

He can’t control his laugh at your rambling. You don’t care. You did it. You told him and he’s not storming off, so you’re good, right? You force a smile at him, making him shake his head.

Then his smile settles and he bites his lip for a second. “Did you like it?” Warmth surges through you at the question, surprise taking hold. You stammer for a second, unsure how to reply.

If you tell him yes, you’ll feel like a creep and if you tell him no, you’ll be lying.

“I did.” Creep it is, because you’d never lie to him. He nods, gaze falling down for a few seconds.

“I’m not asking to make you uncomfortable about it,” he admits, taking you by surprise again. “As long as he’s coming out to be with you, I need to know for sure that you’re okay. That he isn’t… you know.”

“Okay,” you interrupt, getting the hint. “I know. Okay.”

“Okay.” He nods and smiles at you. You grin at him, warmth blossoming in your heart because no one has a best friend like you.

***

omw baby

The single text you receive the following night sends your heart into a spiral. You know it wasn’t your best friend that sent that text from his number, but the wolf inside him. You barely had time to shower once you arrived home from work, but as you were throwing on an oversized, faded t-shirt, your phone dinged with his warning.

Luckily you had the place to yourself, and it didn’t take him much longer to arrive after sending you the warning. You assume your best friend made his disapproval of dropping by your place unannounced clear, which makes you feel a little better. It also made clear the fact they both are taking care of you, whatever you need. Why do you feel like the luckiest girl alive?

You’re happy he’s stopping by, however, knowing you need to try to talk to him like you said. You answer the door with a racing heart, letting him inside, but not before he raked eyes up and down your body.

“You smell as pretty as ever, baby,” he tells you in a deep, dark and demanding voice, shaking you to the core. Once you shut and lock the door behind you, he pulls you close with hands on your hips. For a moment you’re tempted to melt into him. His scent begins to drift through the air right to your nostrils. It’s warm and safe and inviting, daring you to trust him and give yourself to him.

Shaking your head, you blink away the thoughts and push him away. “Can't we just talk?” Raising your hand, you point toward the couch close by in the living room. You take a step away from him to back towards the front door. “Go sit over there, please. We need to set some boundaries.”

“Sure. Can I play with your pussy while we talk?” He shrugs before sitting down on the couch, spreading his legs to push aside the fuzzy pink pillows your roommate just bought and gripping his cock through his gray sweatpants. “Come sit right here, baby. We can talk all night.”

“No!” You groan, stomping your foot and waving a finger at home. “We need boundaries here and now!”

He pouts. Actually pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes. Releasing his cock, he sighs. “Whatever you want, baby, but if I don't get to play soon, I might go crazy.” Then he gives you the most devilish grin to remind you he’s not human. “Don’t make me come bite you.”

You huff and roll your eyes. “You'll be fine.” Your fear turns to aggravation toward him. Maybe the confidence comes from the fact he would never hurt you. Or maybe it’s because he’s getting on your last nerve. If your best friend is patient and understanding, Wolfie is too playful for his own good, too bold with his choice of words, and a pain in your ass.

Then for a split-second you wonder what he would feel like in your ass. He does look absolutely delicious sitting there in sweats and a plain t-shirt. You really did want to have a seat and be served a never-ending course meal and… what are you thinking?

“Your scent!” You cover your nose with a slap of your hand against your face. “What are you doing?! It’s like you’re making it stronger.”

“Having fun thoughts, baby?” He chuckles. “Tell me what they are and if you’re a good girl, you’ll get it.”

“Why are you so horny?!” You turn away from him toward the front door and throw your hands in the air. “I need to know what this is, okay?! Because I’ve never done this before and I don’t want to lose my best friend!”

You turn and point between the two of you. All smiles fade from his face as he leans forward, elbows on his knees. His lids lower, eyes darkening as he stares at you. A chill shoots straight down your spine. His glare is iced over, but the fire it ignites inside of you shoots straight between your thighs.

“I’ve told you before, you’re mine.” He rises to his feet to step toward you. Your body jumps on high alert as he nears, knowing if his scent enters your body, you can’t control yourself. “He can’t live without you, so I think you’re safe there.” He reaches for you when he’s close, taking your chin between his index and thumb. You have no choice but to meet his gaze and his body burns hot pressed against your own. “There’s no need to worry over what you have and haven’t done because the only things you’re going to be doing from now on are with me. And if you want to know what this is, it’s me wishing to cherish, worship, honor and obey my mate because you’re not only my mate, baby, but my master. I might have claimed you, but you own me. So that’s what this is.”

You can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t speak. You feel flushed and weak and dizzy all at once. To keep from slipping to the floor, you press your hands against him, until he guides you to the couch where you settle in his lap. Side pressed to his chest, his arm around you.

“Breathe, baby.” He rubs your back in small circles to soothe you, his voice caring, yet confident. If your best friend can make you feel better by being with you whether it gets better or not, the wolf in him speaks as if it’s a fact. He demands the troublesome thoughts in your mind and lures them out with his deeper, yet gentle tone that will rip them to shreds with his claws. If he has a playful attitude with you all the time, he has a deadly one with your anxiety. “Breathe and tell me what happened? How do you feel?”

His words are a warm blanket on the coldest night. It shouldn’t surprise you. Sure, this wolf desires you and wants to mate with you, but he’s also the protector. He can save you from drunk college wolves as well as your own worries and insecurities.

“I’m fine… I just… can’t wrap my head around it still.” You inhale a slow, deep breath, then exhale as he soothes the anxiety with his hand against your back. “The fact that you’re my best friend, but you’re his wolf side, so it feels like two different people to me. And this is all happening so fast. Three weeks ago we were planning our summer vacation after we graduate. He beat me in three games of Mario Kart and I had to buy him pizza. That was the deal. Now the deal is a very intimidating werewolf in the shape of my best friend wants to mate with me and I’ve never ao much as made out with a guy. Now… all this!”

You throw your hands up in the air. Finally, you let it all off your chest. You only wanted to be strong for your best friend. Considering it was your fault for ignoring him and going to the bonfire anyway, you decided you owe it to him. But holding onto every emotion after a confession like that has you nearly in tears. You don’t even want to think about how much you’ve been crying lately.

“You’re human, so it’s hard for you to deal with it all at once. But, baby, look at me.” You turn to see the look in his eyes that serves as warning. Listen to every word he says or he’s going to bend you over and spank you. The thought sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. “Everything I said is true. I’ve waited half my life for you so don’t think I act this way just because I want to fuck you. I act this way because I crave you like a sinner craves salvation and it would make me go insane not to have you now that I’ve finally got a little taste. You are my moon because you made me like this, but I’m still just an animal, baby.”

Your body comes alive with every word he speaks. Heat courses over your skin, feeling the air hard to breathe in the moment. His hand caressing your back falls to your thigh, reaching around to pull your t-shirt higher up your side. You’re frozen. All you can do is look him in the eyes.

“I can’t help that your body is calling to me.” His tone shifts from assertive to teasing. His voice is still deep, but there’s a dark desire there that is begging you to play with him. “I can smell how wet you are for me. Don’t be a bad girl and hide it from me.”

As he speaks, his other hand rises to the knee closest to him, pulling it apart from the other. Your body remains weak in his hold, but now it’s due to the way your body yearns for him. He’s right. You can’t help but be turned on. All he’s done is talk about how he wants to worship you and you’re starting to become curious about what that would entail. The thought excites you. He made his intentions clear, now maybe it’s time you start trusting your best friend’s wolf.

You finally look away from him to look down at your parted thighs. Your shirt is hiked up, exposing your cotton panties with a darkened spot showing him just how much you want his attention. Your pussy begins to ache with need as his sights fall between your thighs, taking in the fact that he was right.

“You’re going to let me play with this pretty pussy, aren’t you, baby?” He moves his hand to dip between your thighs, his thumb brushing over your clothed pussy. A gasp fills the air. “Don’t make a wolf beg.”

He begins to whine like a puppy dog a second before a devious smirk replaces his pout. Then without warning, he twists your body so your back is pressed against his chest and his hand falls to cup your pussy in his palm. Your breath hitches and body tenses, until his hand moves back and forth over your panties, coaxing you to relax against him. A soft sigh falls from your lips. You can’t stop your hips from moving, giving in to his touch because it just feels too damn perfect. He is perfect for you, there’s no denying it.

“Please,” you softly whimper. You can’t stop yourself. Your clit begins throbbing, needing more, wanting the attention it deserves. Arousal drips from your aching cunt, dying for more pressure, more friction, more everything.

“So you want me to play now? Want me to slide your panties to the side and fuck you with my fingers?” You’re trembling against him as he speaks. He leans in, mouth next to your ear, lips ghosting over your skin. “Be a good girl and let me make it feel good for you.”

Your legs part wider for him without thinking as his hand dips into the band of your panties. His fingers slip between your thighs to brush over your slit, feeling how wet you’ve become. A jolt of electric pleasure courses through you when he grazes your clit, his fingers wet with your juices.

“Perfect, baby,” he groans into your ear from behind. Light, feathery strokes graze over your pussy as his other hand slips beneath your big t-shirt, fingers caressing up to your breast to take in his palm. “You feel so perfect in my arms. You were made just for me.”

He finds your clit as he speaks, beginning to circle your swollen, slick flesh to earn little whimpers and moans from your body. His motions are slow and steady, taking his time to appreciate the way you feel in his grasp.

“Oh…” You cry out his name, hearing him groan behind you just from the sound. Your hips begin to move, only to feel just how excited this wolf is beneath you. His hard length presses into your ass, but the more you move yourself against him, the more lost you become in the moment. “Quicker… please…”

“Show me,” he growls against your ear, beginning to roll your hardened nipple between his fingers. The sensation sends your head rolling back, a gasp filling the living room. “Show me how you touch yourself. What gets you off, baby?”

It’s like your body follows his commands before your mind has time to register what he’s saying. Your hand dips into your panties, pressing your fingers over his own to guide him in touching you. You apply more pressure and circle your clit a little quicker. Feeling his fingers against you, pleasuring you in the same way you pleasured yourself the night before to thoughts of him, has your limbs trembling. Soft moans and strained whimpers fill the air until you’re breathless in his hold thanks to his pleasure.

“So wet for me, baby,” he groans, holding you threw every second of your limb-twitching and hip-rolling against him. “You feel so soft, just like I thought. I can’t wait to feel you like this with my cock. Filling you up with my cum until it’s dripping out of you. Would you like that?”

“Yes!” you gasp before you can stop yourself. Every word he speaks draws you close to the edge. The heat of bliss surges between your thighs. You’re so close. Every stroke of his fingers feel like heaven and it only takes seconds before you’re tumbling over the edge.

A final gasp falls from within as your body tenses, the first wave crashing over you before you completely sink into him. Every inch of you melts into his embrace as you coast the planes of pure, unselfish pleasure. He whispers in your ear how you’re so good for him, how you feel so perfect, guiding you into complete euphoria. Your head becomes light and your fingers and toes begin to tingle, so high off of him touching you, your vision goes blurry.

The first tear falls before your mind can catch up with your emotions. Your frustrations, your worries, your fears, and the pleasure all roll into one cloudy storm and you can’t make heads or tails. A sob slips from your lips and before you know it you’re being tugged into his arms, chest against chest, one leg on each side of him. His hands find your back as he wraps himself around you, holding you tight against him as your tears fall into his shoulder. He tries to get as much of his skin pressed to your skin as possible, and the warmth of him begins to calm you.

“It’s okay, baby,” He whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I dnn knn wh mm cyngg,” you mumble into his shirt, because you truly don’t. It’s like everything came crashing down at once and the flood gates opened.

“It’s my scent,” he admits, soothing your tears with his hands rubbing circles into your back. “It makes things feel so much more intense when I make you come. I know it was overwhelming the first time, but you will get used to it.”

It makes sense, but now you just feel exhausted from the night. Your body slumps into him, closing your eyes. You didn’t know how you were ever going to get used to anything about this situation.

“When will you leave?” you ask him, pulling away from his shoulder with wet cheeks. He reaches to brush the tears away with his thumb.

“When you’re ready for me to,” is all he replies.

“How do you decide who gets control?”

“I decide when you need me and then I find you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Could he come out right now if he wanted to?”

He stares at you for a moment. “Do you want him to come out right now?”

Sighing, you bat your heavy lids, ready for sleep. “I want to get to know you more,” you tell him. His brows twitch in surprise. “This is still kind of scary to me because you feel like someone different. Like a stranger. I think I only trust you because of him, but I want to trust you for you.”

For a second he grins, all before pulling you down to press your lips against his own. His scent floods your nose from being so close, only thinking of how soft his lips are and wondering what they would feel like in other places. You can’t stop the moan that spills out, feeling him deepen the kiss with a tight grip on your hip. His tongue slips against your bottom lip to tease, and so you playfully nibble on his until he chuckles against you.

When you pull away from him, you look down at him looking up at you. He really is so beautiful. It’s like your heart threatens to burst when you set your sights on him. He’s a stranger, but your mate. Someone else, but your best friend. You’re so conflicted yet satisfied with how perfect it feels.

“Are you dangerous?” you whisper as you ask him.

“Not to you.” He pulls you closer, wrapping arms around you with your face inches from his. “Never to you.”

“To others?”

He licks his lips, taking in a sharp breath. “To no one that keeps their hands off of what’s mine.” You see the visceral danger etched in each of his features so well it makes you scared for whoever he is imagining. A darkness settles over his eyes that chills you to the bone. Their fate would be sealed, no doubt, and the thought of just how dangerous he is both thrills and scares you.

“Can I ask you one more question?”

“Ask me a million.”

You take a deep breath, then blurt out the words. “Do you think he is truly okay with this? I’m scared for my best friend…”

He takes in your question with a few seconds thought. “I told you before, you are our moon. You created us.” He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin as heat spirals down to the pit of your stomach at his words. “One animal, one human, fused together by our moon both wanting the same thing.”

“Which is?” He couldn’t seriously be implying your best friend wanted to be mates, right?

“We want what’s best for you. We have our different ways of showing it and experiencing it, but in the end you’re what we need to feel complete.”

His words have the tears welling again, but he’s quick to kiss them away. Who knew the big bad wolf had such a gentle side?

“You’re sweet,” you tell him, bottom lip still trembling just a bit as he scoops you up to guide you to the bed, ordering you without words to get some rest.

“I’m everything you need me to be.”

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sunwoosmommy · 3 months

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my best friend's werewolf | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w / au's: werewolf!au, bestfriend!au, thigh riding, a VERY jealous, territorial werewolf and he gets slapped for it ...

summary: you go to a party your best friend warned you not to go to, only to meet a different side of him that only wants you

a/n: another random idea that came to me LOL let me know if you want a part twooo cause i feel like i could have fun if this was a series hehe

words: 5059

Against your best friend’s judgment, you’re at the annual campus senior bonfire sipping lukewarm beer and chatting with some football player that looks stoned out of his mind. It’s a super secret tradition that everyone has heard rumors about. Only students who were at the top of the top of the social ladder could ever attend, and they usually kept things quiet.

So it’s a bummer that the party is actually boring and you’ve been thinking of calling an uber for the past twenty minutes. You aren’t sure why he was even so adamant on you missing the party. When a girl from class offered you an invitation, you were honestly just excited to be included. It does help that your best friend is in with the top of the top, but lucky for you, the two of you have been friends since freshman year of high school.

It’s not like anything even interesting is going on. There’s a huge bonfire, sure, and too much alcohol for anyone’s good, but it’s mostly just groups talking in circles like they’re just waiting around. And what was the big deal with it being a full moon?

Sighing, you reach for your phone inside the pocket of the hoodie you’re wearing which just so happens to be your best friend’s hoodie. What can you say? They’re the most comfortable. You’re seconds from calling that Uber when you’re forcefully being yanked from the wooden log you and football stoner were sitting on, causing you to yelp as a very angry, very scary best friend of yours calls your name like you got caught sneaking a peek at Christmas presents.

“I told you not to come here!” He continues to drag you away from the party, earning glances from everyone the two of you pass by.

“Let me go! Are you crazy!”

“It’s nearly a full moon!”

“What is it with the moon?!”

The two of you yell back and forth, until another voice joins in to get his attention. He stops pulling you along, but doesn’t let go of your arm. You both turn to see a younger looking college student, maybe a sophomore, sizing him up as he takes a step closer.

“Let her go.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes at the kid. You doubt he means well, probably just wanting to show off.

“Stay out of this and go back to your team.” Cleary with the way he spoke, he knew who the kid was. Maybe plays for a junior varsity team on campus.

“She clearly doesn’t want to go with you. Let her go and she can come party with us. She smells… sweet.”

At the kid’s comment, the boys behind him start oohing and ahhing, but it’s only a second later he’s getting pounced by your very pissed off best friend. The two fall to the ground with a thud. He’s on top of the kid, pushing his face into the dirt beneath him while all his friends watch, unsure of whether to step in when it’s a senior. Then he leans close to the kid, whispering in his ear, though you still hear the words.

“Don’t ever look at my girl, try to talk to my girl, or even think of my girl ever again, got it? She’s mine.”

In a flash, he’s off the ground and grabbing you by the arm once again. This time, you’re speechless, completely in shock from what you heard. You don’t argue or try to pull away until he drags you all the way to the parking lot of the abandoned mall the party is thrown behind. There’s parked cars all around you, blocking you from view unless someone is right beside you.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he’s muttering to himself, finally releasing your arm. You watch his shoulders rise and fall. He’s pissed off, but you aren’t sure why. Nothing happened at the party. It was boring. “I told you not to come. Why didn’t you listen?!”

He’s so worked up. It’s borderline scary. So, you take a deep breath and try to steady your voice.

“I don’t understand what’s going on.” You try to reach for him so he will calm himself, but he steps away. “What is up with the full moon?”

It should have been a simple question. It was a start to explain this crazy night.

He sighs in frustration. “The full moon-” He turns as he speaks, but his words fall silent. For a few seconds, he stares at the very full looking moon above, shining its golden light down onto the two of you. It’s so bright, the only light you need in this abandoned parking lot. You notice his body tense, so you reach out to place a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes? The moon?” Before he can reply, there’s an echo of howls flooding the space between the trees from the bonfire, reaching the two of you as the mood of the night shifts to something darker.

Slowly, he turns to you, peering down at you with a hunger in his eyes you’ve never seen before. His lips turn in a wicked grin. His expression darkens.

“Well, don’t you smell delicious.” He takes a step toward you, causing you to back up from him until you’re bumping into the passenger door of someone’s black sedan. “I’m so happy to finally meet you. He never lets me play with you.”

“Wh-what the fuck are you talking about?” Your voice is trembling. If this is a prank, it’s cause to never speak to him again. “This isn't funny. I want to go home.”

He smirks, stepping to you until his face is inches from your own. “You should have stayed home, baby.” Then he comes closer, pressing his hands against the car on each side of you, head dipping so his lips come dangerously close to your neck. Your heart pounds in your chest, fear, adrenaline, and something else you can’t quite place surge through you. “Now I’m here, and I finally get to play. And look at that, you smell like me.”

Why did you have to be wearing his hoodie now? Of all times, why now? “What do you mean?” The question comes out in a whisper, too shaken from the shift in him to speak up. “You’re not making any sense. What’s happened to you?”

He chuckles before pressing his soft lips against your neck. The touch is light and feathery, barely brushing his skin against yours, but it’s enough to have heat swelling in the pit of your stomach. Then his hand rises to press against your ribs, only a thin t-shirt in the way of direct contact. He offers a gentle touch as he slips his hand up and down, so close to touching your breast that your nipples harden.

“You happened to me,” he groans, nipping at your throat now with his teeth. The action causes you to shiver against him. “Once another wolf smells you baby, once he tries to take what is mine, I had to finally come out and claim you.”

“Wolf?” Huh? Maybe you’re hearing things. Nothing he is saying is making any sense. You are still considering this to be a joke, but just in case, you do the only thing you can think of to stop this situation. Raising your hand, you swing it as hard as you can, palm connecting with his cheek to have him hissing and stepping away. He holds his hand against his face, soothing the sting you caused, but suddenly he’s smirking once again.

“If you wanted it rough, that’s all you had to say.”

You frown at him, shaking your head. “This isn’t you. I don’t know what happened tonight, but I forgive you, whatever it is.” You stomp toward him, poking his chest with your index finger. “I forgive you because you’re my friend and I love you. If this was a prank, it sucked! I’m calling an Uber. Don’t call me for a week so I can be mad at you.”

You give him the meanest look you can muster before turning to walk away, but he grabs you by the arm, stopping you.

“I’ll give you space for now, but I’m not that patient, baby. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

You glare at him as he sports a cock smirk on his lips. Huffing, you jerk your arm away to call yourself a ride and get away from him.

***

He doesn’t do a good job at leaving you alone for a week. You wake up to a million texts and calls the next day, pleading with you to meet him somewhere so you can talk. He’s lucky he’s your best friend and you can’t say no to him, so you agree to meet him at a cafe on campus. He beats you there, having your favorite drink already in hand.

“Hey,” he says, all of his regrets and worries at the forefront. It’s clear he’s just as bothered. As if he finally came to and wasn’t even himself. It makes no sense. “Let’s sit on the grass and talk.”

The two of you take a spot under an oak tree’s shade in the courtyard next to the cafe, finding yourselves with privacy, but still in public. He made sure you were comfortable with the setting. You knew it was important to him, which softens the mood now. This is still your best friend.

“I don’t know where to start, so I’ll just say it and you can hate me afterward.”

You scoff. “I could never hate you,” you mumble into your cup before taking a sip.

“I’m a wolf. Not the fur suit kind, which is cool, I wouldn’t judge, but the real kind as in werewolves actually exist and your best friend grew up in a pack of wolves and we shift and run naked under a full moon.” He takes a sharp inhale, breathless from his rambling. You remain speechless, so he continues. “The party last night was full of wolves. Every party is. It always aligns with the full moon, and we turn into beasts and howl into the night.”

His voice grows low the more he speaks. You can only blink, staring at him.

“What… the fuck?” The laugh that comes out of you surprises you both. He can’t help but to laugh at the absurdity. You’re laughing while still wondering if this is a joke.

“I know, right?” He shakes his head, looking down at the cup he holds in his hand. “Do you believe me?”

You look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m going to be so mad at you if this is a joke, but yes, I believe you.”

Relief floods him, seeing the tension leave his shoulders as well as his face. “Good news.” You smile at him. He was so worried over his secret. Even you feel relief now that he’s told you. You want nothing but the best for him.

“So… last night?”

He takes a deep breath, eyes closing. “Last night my wolf took over. I didn’t shift, because the human side of my wolf caught your scent the moment that dumb ass jock mentioned you.”

“That’s the wildest sentence I’ve ever heard,” you whisper, shocked. “How many sides do you have?”

“There’s the wolf inside me that’s more human, then there’s the animal when I shift, and then there’s just… me. I’m all of it, it’s all me.”

“So your wolf got mad at the jock?” you question, trying to make sense of it all.

“My wolf got jealous another man was giving you attention.” He says it with so much certainty, you feel like you’re in a dream. No way can any of this be real. But you believe him. No matter how crazy, he’s your best friend, so you trust him. “Wolves are very territorial. So when the wolf in me smelled your scent and felt a threat, he took it upon himself to make you his territory, so he attacked to protect you.”

“And you and your wolf are different?” You frown, trying your best to understand. “Last night was your wolf, and right now it’s actually you? But you’re the wolf and it’s all you?”

“Yes, basically.” He sighs, seeing how crazy it seems. “My werewolf side can take over. It’s unusual, but it happens. Normally, we have our human side, and then we shift. Some of us are a little different, though. Our human and wolf are two different beings inside our bodies. One can take over the other.”

“Mhm, yes, I see,” you begin, nodding your head as if you understand, but you’re trying your best not to freak out. The good news? Maybe Hogwarts is real, too, and what you know of reality is all a lie. No big deal. “So my best friend, you, can have control of the brain cell and the puppy gets control at times. Got it.”

He rolls his eyes, smacking his lips, but he can’t hide his grin. Just like the two of you to end up making a joke out of something.

“I think I get it,” you tell him after you’re done giggling. “There’s just two different sides to you that want different things. Simple enough.”

“Exactly! It’s like, my werewolf side wants you. It craves you. My human side… he just wants to be your friend because you’re cool and fun to hang out with and you know all the lines to our favorite movies and quoting them around people to annoy them is fun to me and you do that with me so...”

“Oh…” You don’t think anyone could have said something sweeter to you in this exact moment. Even in all his nervous rambling, he still knows exactly what to say. This is why he is your best friend. Tears begin to well. Your bottom lip trembles. “I’m so sorry. I should have trusted you about the party. I didn’t mean for this to happen. We can totally just forget it ever did and go back to normal. ”

“That’s the thing… it can’t go back to normal.”

Once the first teardrop falls, the rest cascade down like rainfall. “Please don’t say that.” A sob escapes your trembling body. It’s like all the emotions since the night before have been bottled up, but now the top is off. You can’t control the tears any longer as the situation comes crashing down. “I can’t lose you as my best friend.”

“You’re not losing me.” He rushes to pull you closer to him with an arm around your shoulders, just like all the other times you couldn’t keep it together and became a sobbing mess. He was right there to pick up the pieces. “You’re not losing me, you’re just gaining an… admirer.”

“Admirer?” You pull away from him, sniffling. He reaches to swipe the tears from each cheek with his thumb.

“My wolf side… he… really liked meeting you.”

Your heart skips, mouth going dry. “I could kind of tell.” Images of that night flash in your mind. The way he looked at you, talked to you, touched you. You try to calm yourself down, but it’s hard to ignore it did something to you.

“Don’t do that,” he says, eyes closing, taking a deep breath as if to calm himself.

“Do what?” You look at him, brow wrinkled.

He inhales a sharp breath while biting his bottom lip, then he exhales slowly. “My wolf can tell when you’re…”

Oh God…

Heat floods your face, stomach sinking into the deepest pit. He senses the horror in your expression.

“It makes him harder to control when he knows you’re close. We have the same sense of smell, so it makes it even harder when those smells are…”

“I get it,” you groan, face falling into your hands.

“But don’t worry. I’m going to control him and you won’t have to be scared, okay?”

You gasp. “Should I be scared?” The tears begin to surface once again. “Is he going to hurt me?”

“Hurt you?” He shakes his head vigorously. “He would never hurt you and he would kill anyone that even thought of hurting you. So you don’t need to worry, like I said.”

“Okay,” you tell him, bottom lip quivering, “I believe you.”

***

Come to find out, your best friend was full of shit. He couldn’t control it. Not at all. Not when it wants you, when it’s seen you in the flesh, talked to you, touched you, tasted you. There is no controlling the beast inside of him when it comes to you, and you soon find out a few nights later when you arrive home after your shift at the diner. College is almost over. You needed a way to make money over the summer. While the tips can be nice, it leaves you exhausted enough to not notice the dark presence looming in the shadows of your bedroom as you put your things away and take down your hair.

You thought you were alone tonight since your roommate is staying with her girlfriend, but the sudden sound of heavy, slow footsteps coming toward you makes you jump, dropping the towel you were preparing for a shower as the realization hits you. Luckily for you, you quickly realize it’s only your best friend. Though, why he didn’t tell you he was stopping by, you aren’t sure. Usually a simple text will do the trick if either of you need to pay one another a visit, so seeing him in your bedroom has you on high alert. Not to mention, you walked into your bedroom in nothing but your silk robe. You felt a little exposed.

“What are you doing in my bedroom without letting me know you were stopping by?!” The words come out in a hushed yell, scolding him through your teeth. There’s a smirk on his lips as he walks even closer to you. His presence is demanding, expression darkened and the irises of his eyes even more so.

Like it could be his long lost dark evil twin brother. And god that thought was incredibly hot to you.

Which, you admit, is crazy considering this is your best friend and you have never once thought of him as hot. Handsome? Absolutely. Someone you could have dirty daydreams about? Never.

“I wanted to surprise you,” is all he says. His dark, commanding eyes trail down your body as he steps close enough there are only inches between the two of you. “Don’t tell me you forgot me already.”

For a split-second you want to ask him what he means, but then it clicks. The night of the bonfire. Your best friend’s werewolf was brought out by the full moon and instantly caught an attraction to you just from the way you smell.

A gasp falls between the two of you. His smirk darkens along with the lust and desire pouring from his expression.

“You do remember me, baby.” He reaches to brush his knuckles along your face. The contact has heat surging to your cheeks. A chill washes over your body as a sense of warmth and comfort floods your nose. It takes you by surprise, blinking, consuming the scent’s energy like it is its own being. It fills you with the deep blues of security and fiery red desire all at once, washing over every inch until there’s nothing left but your need for this man. This wolf.

“I-I thought I wouldn’t see you again…” You don’t mean for your voice to tremble as much as it does, to sound as scared as you are right now.

He only chuckles at the statement, lowering his hand so his knuckles brush along your collarbone. “He told you that?” The cockiness in the question, the certainty that he would be seeing you whenever he likes, doesn’t go unnoticed. This wolf is in charge and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. “Nothing stops me from seeing my baby.” His touch sinks lower, brushing fingers over your breast, your hardened nipple, the silk robe the only thing between his skin and your own. “So let me see, baby.”

Your heart skips a beat as an ache settles between your thighs. What was wrong with you? This was your best friend. How could your body betray you in such a way? It’s like something else has taken over, something that’s not you.

He steps closer, causing you to back away, only for him to do it again so your back is pressed to the bedroom wall. He steps one more time, pressing his thick thigh between your legs. He has you pinned. You aren’t sure if you could get away, but you also aren’t sure if you want to.

“I-Is this a joke?” You’re trembling now.

“A joke? Now, don’t leave me waiting,” is all he says, reaching for the belt of the robe to tug at the knot. It comes loose in one effortless sweep, robe falling open to reveal your naked body underneath. A groan builds in his chest at the sight just before he presses his thigh against your bare pussy, the friction of the jeans earning a well deserved whimper of his name. “Mm, I don’t hear you laughing, baby.”

You can’t stop yourself from moving your hips, grinding your pussy against his thigh greedily. Something’s taken a hold of you, and that something wants nothing more than to get off this way. The heat swells inside you, the darkness taking over in the both of you to have you dying for one another.

“I can’t…” you cry out, pressing yourself harder against him, hungry for the pleasure that swells as you ride his thigh. “I can’t… help it… I-I need it…”

“I know you do, and you’re going to take whatever you need from me.” His voice is dark, deep, and demanding, filling your head and taking hold of your ability to resist. “It’s true, I crave you, but I know you’re craving me, too. I know you’re thinking of all the filthy things I could do to you, and I’ll do them, baby, you just have to let me know.”

You’re quivering at his words, moaning from the tension between your thighs, dripping over his own thigh to make a mess.

“That’s it. Ride me just like that. Be my good girl and take whatever this greedy little pussy wants.”

You’re crying out his name, begging him for release, the more he speaks. You’re so close to the edge, you just need a little more. Between your moans and your cries, he sees the frustration in your face from teetering right on the edge.

“Beautiful, baby.” His hands fall to your hips to hold you while guiding you to ride him harder, faster. “Look at you, riding me so well, making such a mess. I bet your little cunt is dripping for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” you cry out, so far gone thanks to the pleasure.

“You want to be mine, don’t you?” He teases you further, hands running along your sides until his thumbs begin to circle your hardened nipples. “You want to be mine so I can fuck this pussy and make it mine, too. And I’m going to, baby, as soon as you tell him it’s what you want.” Somehow, his voice grows deeper the more he speaks.

You’re so close. “Yes…” whimpering out, you’re almost there.

“So come for me,” he commands, sinking his fingers deeper into your sides as he holds you, “come for me and make me yours like I’m going to make you mine.”

The thread snaps on the final word. Shaking, you release the tension against him in a surge of red hot pleasure. The bliss takes hold of your body, causing you to collapse against him, but he’s there to hold you. You’re still shaking as you ride the wave of euphoria until you swear you can’t see straight.

You’re breathless once you finally become jelly in his arms, down from the high as the fog begins to clear. He continues to hold you, and when he realizes you have a hard time gathering the strength in your legs, he guides you to your bed. Effortlessly he places you in his lap while you bury your face in his neck.

It doesn’t even feel like your best friend. The wolf feels more like a stranger, like your best friend’s doppelganger. You have a hard time wrapping your head around it, knowing you just need a night’s sleep and to talk to him when he’s returned.

“Now that I got to hear the way you moan my name, I won’t be able to get enough of you.” He presses a kiss to your temple before he grips you by the jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Just remember, I’m in charge. Not him. Me.”

All you can do is gulp, the air suddenly so thick between the two of you. He leans in, nipping at your lips before whispering in your ear.

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you soon, baby. I can’t wait until we can play again.”

***

“I’m so sorry.” You sob into your hands, sitting in the same park, under the same tree in the shade, apologizing to one another because this is what your life is now. “It’s like I couldn’t control myself.”

“It’s not your fault,” he sighs, taking a sip of his drink, but you feel too sick for yours. “My wolf can smell your scent, but you can also smell mine, and it makes you more attracted to me.”

You stop crying to immediately blink, mouth falling open. “What the fuck?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s how… we… mate.” He shrugs. “It’s a wolf thing. We give off a scent to our mates, it makes them feel things like safety, trust, attraction. Usually it’s reserved for other wolves but for some reason, the asshole wolf inside me decided to claim my best friend.”

“He wants to claim me?” Your heart races. You heard it before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to process. The thought shouldn’t excite you. You hate that it does.

“He already has. The night of the bonfire.”

You remember it clearly. He tackled someone to the ground and said the words, “She’s mine.” Scared half the JV team as well as you.

“What are we going to do?” You pout at your best friend. He sighs, shoulders drooping. “You can’t control you and I can’t control me and you can’t control you when I can’t control me because you can’t control you and-”

“Well,” he cuts off your rambling. “Maybe we don’t control it?”

“You mean let it out to play?” Your jaw hangs open, completely shocked. With the things he said to you, you aren’t sure that’s the best idea if he does come to play. “That might be dangerous…”

“It will be dangerous the longer I try to keep him at bay.” He hesitates a second, then signs and looks down. “Maybe being around you might calm him down a bit. If I don’t let him at least see you, when he does finally get out, he… well, he would never hurt you on purpose, but I’ll hate myself forever if an accident were to happen.”

You take in his words with a drumming heart. It makes sense, even if it scares you.

“Maybe I could just talk to him,” you suggest with a simple shrug. “I could be like, ‘Hey, I know I’m super hot and awesome and irresistible, but I am a lady afterall…’ or something like that.”

Now he’s laughing, and the weight on your shoulders eases a little. But there’s still so much burden weighing on the two of you.

“What if it doesn’t work?” you ask him, voice just above a whisper. “What if something happens between me and Wolfie and you hate me forever?”

He grins. “Wolfie? Did you have to go and nickname him?”

Giggling, you nod. “He’s part of you, so, yes.”

Then the laughter settles, and the question weighs heavy.

“I won’t hate you. I could never hate you.” He looks at you in reassurance. “I don’t know what happens when… Wolfie… takes over. It’s like I’m floating in outer space or something. I feel everything he does, but that’s all.”

“What are you saying?”

He takes a deep breath. “There’s a part of me that is your best friend and finds this whole situation awkward and honestly I feel a little bad this had to happen.” He pauses, giving himself time to think. “Then there’s the other part of me: my wolf, your mate. I don’t know why the two parts are so misaligned, but they’re me. All of it, and if there’s a part that wants you in other ways than being a best friend, well, it’s still you, and I love you, so I’m okay with it.”

All you can do is throw your arms around his neck and hug him tight, feeling him pull you in and hug you just the same.

“I love you, too,” you tell him. “This is so stupid and exactly something we’d get ourselves into.”

He can’t help but to laugh at that. “What about you?” You look at him with a questioning expression. “How do you feel about the scent? The fact that you can’t resist.”

“Um, I didn’t really think about it.” You shrug. “I guess I was too concerned with making sure you were okay, but I guess I’ll just breathe less when Wolfie is around, wear a mask, or just don’t get too close, I don’t know. I mean, yes, the scent does make you way more attractive, like, Steve Urkel stepping out as Stefan transformation, but it’s not going to make me immediately drop my panties, right?”

He stares at you for a few seconds before offering a weak smile. You don’t feel so confident now.

“Wait, are you saying I remind you of Steve Urkel now?”

Grinning, you roll your eyes at him while shoving him in the shoulder. Even if you’re laughing now, you’re dreading the moment Wolfie decides it’s time to play again.

#damn it…i love all of it #round of fucking applause for the writer once again

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my best friend's werewolf | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w / au's: werewolf!au, bestfriend!au, thigh riding, a VERY jealous, territorial werewolf and he gets slapped for it ...

summary: you go to a party your best friend warned you not to go to, only to meet a different side of him that only wants you

a/n: another random idea that came to me LOL let me know if you want a part twooo cause i feel like i could have fun if this was a series hehe

words: 5059

“I told you not to come here!” He continues to drag you away from the party, earning glances from everyone the two of you pass by.

“Let me go! Are you crazy!”

“It’s nearly a full moon!”

“What is it with the moon?!”

��Let her go.”