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The topic of ‘mating’ and ‘heats’ was never discussed between the two of you. Frankly, Namjoon wanted to keep you far away from anything to do with werewolves. This dark part of his life, the part of himself that he was ashamed of, often caused a rift between the two of you.
He struggled to keep the truth a secret. Those late nights when he’d come home with his blonde hair disheveled and refusing to touch or even speak to you, made you more and more curious as to what was going on while he was away.
He was never intimate either, only allowing kisses to remain above the shoulder and never straying further past your jawline. His touches were fleeting, timid brushes along clothed skin, lingering, but never brave enough to grab for more.
What was it about you that made him so afraid? Was he with someone else? Was it too painful to love you while being in love with another? Is that why he never wanted to touch you?
You often found yourself wondering that over and over as you lie awake at night staring at the ceiling with him snoozing a safe distance away. You’re not nestled in his comforting arms like normal lovers would, surrounded by his warm embrace.
No, it’s cold on your side of the bed and filled with empty thoughts wondering why he won’t love you the way you want him to—touch you the way you want him to.
It’s Saturday night now, nearly counting down to 10 o’clock. Your head rests on Namjoon’s shoulder, enjoying the rare opportunity to be close to him without his rejection. Relaxing together as a film of his choosing plays on the television is also rare. Usually, he’d be out, doing who knows what, until dawn and leave you alone to wallow in your negative thoughts.
His heated hand is idly laying on your thigh, tapping occasionally when he’s lost in thought, brows furrowing as he stares at the screen but not paying attention to what’s happening in the movie.
“What’s the matter, Namjoon?” You ask, observing his twisted expression.
“Nothing,” he brushes off, giving you an assuring smile. “It’s nothing.”
“But-”
“Don’t worry.” Namjoon brushes your cheek, running his thumb along the frown lines forming. His hand is burning to the touch and you snap your head back. As much as you’d like to keep him close to you, you’re more worried about his health.
“You’re burning up. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Fine, I’m fine.” He repeats it as if he’s trying to convince himself more than you. He rubs his eyes, groaning as his palms move against his lids. It sounds like he’s in pain and all you can do is rest your hand on his shoulder.
As he snaps his head back up to look up at you, the sight shocks you.
His pupils are blown up like black saucers, leaving only a hint of the warm brown you’re so used to seeing with a thin ring of gold around the irises. You’ve never seen anything like it before, more curious than terrified of how this anomaly could happen to him.
“Seriously, Joon, you don’t look so good? Should I get you something?”
“No,” he firmly says, grabbing your wrists before you can push yourself off the couch. “All I want is you.”
The hand wrapped around your wrists tugs you into his chest head instantly burying into your neck to get a taste of everything he’s been longing for. He just can’t resist, it hurts too much to say no.
Namjoon’s tongue darts out from his plush lips to lick a long uninterrupted column up your neck and around the shell of your ear. The moan that falls from his lips is the most guttural and sinful thing you’ve ever heard.
It shoots straight to your throbbing core, dampening your panties and forcing you to rub your thighs together to alleviate the ache you feel for him. You’ve wanted him for so long. You’ve wanted to feel his large hands running down your body and to have his mouth leaving hot kisses on your breast.
Despite all the overwhelming lust, the nagging feeling that has accompanied you for so many weeks of his strange disappearances invades your thoughts at this very moment as his hand moves down your arched spine and digs into your ass. It interrupts the sounds of his groans and ramblings of how badly he needs you, how badly he wants to fuck you.
“Namjoon,” you groan, left breathless as he easily lifts you into his lap, forcing you to straddle him. Your aching core presses against his impressively hard cock, brushing against it every time his hips roll into you.
His hand travels between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles into you. The rough fabric of your panties increases your arousal as he vigorously moves his fingers.
You whimper into his ear, wanting to get your words out before his fingers find their way into your pants and you’re pushed past the point of no return, “Fuck, Namjoon, we- we shouldn’t…”
It takes everything in you to say it, hating yourself for taking away what might’ve been your only chance to have him to yourself.
He freezes underneath you, no longer moving his hips or pressing kisses down your throat. His numb fingertips gently ease off the bottom of your thighs, allowing you to climb off and collect yourself.
“I’m sorry.” You both say at the same time.
He looks at you, mortified, frightened of what had taken over him. It shouldn’t have happened, he shouldn’t have let it get that far. He thought he could control his heat this time around, but you just render him completely vulnerable to his overwhelming desires.
“Shit, I have to go,” he shakes his head, clearing the thoughts of you from his mind.
“Wh-What? You’re leaving again?” You sound broken, afraid you’ve made a mistake in pushing him away.
“I can’t stay here. It’s better if I just leave.”
“Namjoon…”
He’s out the door before you can say what’s on your mind, leaving you yet again on another lonely night.
But you can’t just let it end there. You want to apologize and tell him why you just couldn’t do it, explain how many nights you spent in bed wondering if he even loved you anymore.
The television continues to play as your footsteps follow Namjoon’s out the door.
—
You get a faint view of Namjoon in the distance, making haste into the woods. You know he loves the outdoors because of the many dates he’d take you on, biking along the river or through wooded trails. He never got tired of breathing in the fresh air or wandering through the most secluded parts of the forest with you.
Namjoon must just be heading there to think but you chase after him. As he pushes aside foliage to venture deeper into the woods you try calling out his name but he gets further away.
When did he get so fast?
You’re practically out of breath once you reach a familiar clearing Namjoon brought you to once for a picnic date. The noise you hear is the wind shuffling fallen leaves scattered across the floor and trees rustling, aside from that it’s the rhythm of your heart trying to steady.
“Namjoon,” you say under a sigh.
He noticeably stiffens at the sound of your voice, hoarsely begging, “Leave, please.”
You stand your ground, determined to make him listen to you, “No, we have to talk.”
Namjoon grows more agitated every second he can still feel your presence lingering a safe distance behind him. Why won’t you listen? You’re just so damn stubborn sometimes. “You don’t understand,” he growls, unable to suppress the wolf in him.
He hates this cursed season, where primal urges rise to the surface and he can hardly contain himself. All of his rational thoughts are blurred with the only clear image being you bent over for him as he fucks you full of his cum till your swollen with his pups.
“And what do I not–” You don’t finish that sentence, unable to even breathe as he turns around to reveal those same golden rimmed glowing eyes and elongated canines. Beneath the moonlight, it’s all you can really make out of his twisted features. “Holy shit.”
“Go!” He barks, throwing his clawed hands out gesturing you to run.
You don’t need to be told twice, spinning around and taking off back home where you’ll be far away from whatever beast he has turned into.
It’s doesn’t take long to get back home, locking the door behind you even though it’s futile. He has a key to the house.
As your chest heaves, mind racing with all types of theories about what you just saw, you throw yourself onto the couch to try and relax. The cushions sink beneath you as you lie there motionless.
The claws, the eyes, and his sharpened teeth. What the hell does this mean? You only hear of these features in myths and fables all describing the big bad wolf. But it isn’t real, it isn’t possible. As your thought spins out of control through the night, you drift off into a restless sleep of werewolves and Namjoon.
—
You wake up to the sound of keys jangling against the door and the lock clicking open. Quickly, you scramble off the couch, ducking behind the back as Namjoon enters disheveled as he usually does when coming home from a long night. The kind of disheveled you had mistaken as a sign of his infidelity but now you’re beginning to see things in a whole new light.
“I know you’re there,” he sighs, kicking off his shoes before making his way to the couch.
You stand up, backing up a safe distance from him with the couch as a barrier. “You’re not entirely human, are you?”
“No, I’m not,” he solemnly responds, unable to meet your gaze. “Please let me explain. I promise I will never hurt you.”
You choose to trust him, after all, he hasn’t hurt you once in the duration of your relationship. Why did the truth suddenly have to change that fact?
Namjoon explains everything to you, starting with the late night disappearances. He says that it’s natural to shift and go for runs with the rest of his pack, a term he said could be explained at a later date. Then he spoke of the lack of intimacy he has towards you and how this time of year the desire to mate is heightened.
“Sex,” he says, pausing for a thought, not really knowing how to continue from there. “It won’t be the same with me.”
“Why not?”
He shifts in his seat uncomfortably, “It’s just… carnal a-and rough. I don’t want to hurt you.”
A blush heats up your cheeks hearing him say that. Carnal and rough, huh? It shouldn’t turn you on but you can’t help feel a slight throbbing in your core from his words. You don’t let him know of your arousal, but he can smell you.
Namjoon can sniff out the sweet scent of your arousal pooling between your legs. It takes everything to restrain himself from diving into your delicious heat.
“I should leave,” his voice is strained. “I shouldn’t be around during heat.”
“N-No,” you dart to grab his hand, feeling him stiffen beneath you. You slowly let go, hoping he won’t be as tense if you’re not touching him. “You don’t have to go. I know you won’t hurt me. It’s okay. I want you here.”
—
It has been a few days since Namjoon revealed the truth to you and your relationship is slowly falling back into place. He’s home more, but still reluctant to touch you and you understand it’s not because he’s cheating this time.
However, the words ‘carnal’ and ‘rough’ always echo in your head every time his hand innocently brushes your leg on the couch or his strong biceps flex underneath a plain t-shirt.
God, you’re so sexually frustrated by the smallest things. When you’re absolutely desperate, you’ll go into the shower and touch yourself while imagining it’s him making you come. You’re so desperate you don’t even try to stifle the moans and whimpers, hoping he’ll just lose it and barge in and fuck you right there.
He acts like he doesn’t hear you either, even though you know his hearing is sharper than the average human.
“Do you want to watch a movie?”
You’re snapped out of your vivid daydreams, focusing on the starring character of said dreams in front of you with his laptop scrolling through movie options.
“They added some new ones I think you’ll like. Or we can start a new show together. I was thinking–”
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
Namjoon nearly drops his laptop, taken aback by your sudden and blunt question.
“Wh-Why are you asking me this?” He clears his throat, trying to rid the raspiness coming through.
“Because!” You huff, throwing up both hands in exasperation, “You don’t seem to want to. Even when I’m screaming your name in the shower.”
He sets his laptop down on the coffee table, coming to lean over you, forcing your body to sink back into the cushions. You hold your breath as his face comes inches away from yours. His stern expression mixed with the shifted aura surrounding him, from awkward to dominant, you can feel yourself becoming aroused.
The familiar throbbing returns as he runs his fingers through your hair, grabbing the roots to tug your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry lips.
“Of course I want to fuck you,” he growls, “You don’t think I couldn’t hear you calling my name in the shower while you pleasured yourself? Fuck, you drive me crazy.”
“Then why don’t you? I want you, Namjoon.” You shudder, eyes fluttering shut as he kisses along the column of your neck.
“Really? You’re sure?” He pulls back, making sure of your request.
As you stare into his gold rimmed eyes, you nod, sure of it more than anything in the world. “Yes.”
Namjoon releases your hair to pull off your t-shirt, leaving you in just a bra and panties. You’ve been wearing things that you would hope to get his attention so you stole his t-shirt and wore it around the house, bending over at times to reveal your lacy underwear on purpose in front of him.
He groans seeing your matching black lace set, unable to take his eyes off of your mouth watering body. He doesn’t know what he wants to do next—ravish you or just fuck you until you’re completely at his mercy.
“You’re so beautiful and all mine,” he says in awe, falling to his knees before you like a man in prayer, entranced by the black fabric covering your aching core. “I just need a taste.”
Namjoon hooks his hands around the back of your knees and pulls you to the edge of the couch, letting his mouth brush against your bare thigh. His finger slides down the flimsy, thin material blocking him from what he truly desires.
You allow yourself to relax against the cushions, a hand resting on your stomach to calm the storm brewing in your abdomen.
He kisses your thigh, dangerously close to your core, teasing you. He moves slowly until he meets you where you want him most. A puff of air from Namjoon’s mouth being so close to your dripping pussy touches you, the moan that falls from your lips is all it takes to move him into action.
He pulls your thighs apart until he can fit between them and flattens his tongue on your slit, slowly dragging his tongue up to your clit, circling the sensitive bud.
Your jaw slacks, shivering and moaning as he flicks your bud over and over with his tongue. “Oh, god, Namjoon,” you cry, grabbing onto his blonde hair like an anchor as your writhe and to push him further into you. The lewd noises of your wetness and his tongue lapping at your pussy has your chest heaving for air, almost light headed by the amount of pleasure he’s giving you with just his tongue alone.
“So good,” he moans between licks, “So fucking good. All mine.”
You begin to rock your hips into his mouth, unable to help yourself. The knot building in your abdomen strings tighter with each lick and swirl. All the air is knocked out of your lungs once he plunges his tongue into your dripping hole, exploring your clenching walls.
Your back arches off the couch, screaming his name, “N-Namjoon, fuck… I-I’m going to– Oh!”
Namjoon spreads your legs apart further until there’s a burning sensation along the back of your thighs. He delves deeper into your soaking cunt with his tongue, adding a finger to rub your clit.
“Come on my tongue, baby,” he commands in a low growl from the back of his throat.
The stimulation helps you approach your rapid high, jolts of pleasure run through your limbs as you come on his tongue. As white liquid spills from your pussy, Namjoon quickly laps it up, not letting a single drop of you escape him.
He continues to lick despite you having nothing left to offer. He’s not nearly done with you.
“I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock,” Namjoon groans, licking his lips for any juices he might have missed. “I want you full of my cum.”
Those words alone already have you begging for more, eagerly waiting for him to stuff you with his thick cock, the one you’ve been dreaming about for days now.
Namjoon picks you up, hoisting your legs to wrap around his waist as he walks to the bedroom. You latch your lips onto his neck in the meantime, marking his tanned skin and running your hands over his well toned back as his muscles flex holding up your weight.
Once he enters the bedroom, he lays you down on the mattress, locking you between his legs and unhooking your bra to fling it to the other side of the room. He places kisses down your chest and between the valley of your breasts. His hands reach to cup one in his warm hands as his mouth latches onto your other nipple, swirling it with his tongue and lightly scraping it with his sharp canines but careful enough not to make you bleed.
As you arch your chest into him, he releases you from his mouth with a pop and removing his other hand causing you to whine from the loss. Instead of giving into your cries, he kneels over you on the bed, reaching up to pull his shirt off to reveal more of his tanned skin.
Your eyes scan his exposed chest, already dying to leave marks against his smooth skin. Your hand reaches for his belt, hastily unbuckling it to reveal more parts you’re dying to see.
When you manage to spring his engorged cock springs free it’s like nothing you’ve seen before.
Oh, fuck. How is that supposed to fit?
He must see the worry in your eyes as he shucks off his pants, returning to the role of caring boyfriend and not a hungry wolf.
“You sure you still want this? I’ll understand if you–” he rambles.
“S-Shut up, Namjoon. I want you,” your breathless whisper is needy and ready to be ruined by his cock.
That seems to snap him out of the initial state of worry and back to the golden-eyed predator that has clawed its way back out.
“Then get on your stomach, baby.”
Seeing the darkened stare above you filled with nothing but lust and carnal desire has you flipping over in no time, dripping with anticipation as you position yourself ass up and ready to receive him.
“F-Fuck,” you curse, feeling Namjoon’s thick cock press against your ass. Your face falls back into the pillow, muffling all your moans as his large hangs grip your waist to put you in position. Your knees dig into the mattress as he moves your hips higher in the air.
“You think you can take all of me, baby?” Genuine care lacing through his gruff voice, suppressing the part of him that just wants to snap his hips and bury himself into you without warning. He wants to stretch you full of his cock until you’re nothing but a babbling, whimpering mess beneath him.
You crane your head back over your shoulder, meeting his heavy gaze.
You knew what you were getting into when Namjoon said this would be different with him. After he confessed that he was a werewolf a couple days ago, you were stunned and, honestly, a little scared. A werewolf?
But after the constant reassurance that he would never hurt you, you trusted him. The truth didn’t make him any different, he will always be the man you fell in love with.
When the topic of sex came up, he was reluctant to share with you the details, only admitting that it was something more primal than what you’d be used to. You understood, after all, he is a werewolf. But seeing him now, sweat dripping down his temples and pupils blow until all you can see is black pools swimming with desire as he stares down at your bare body bent over for him, you get what he was talking about.
“I trust you, Namjoon.”
That’s all it takes for him to breach your walls, hissing from the tight fit around his cock.
You bury your head into the pillow, crying out as he slowly pushes into you. He’s so big and the stretch burns, but in a good way. The way that makes you shift your hips down to take more of his cock in.
Your eagerness doesn’t help with Namjoon trying to restrain himself from slamming into you. He tries to hold back but once he hears your quiet plea for more he can’t help it anymore, thrusting all the way until your filled to the brim with his cock.
You scream his name, chanting incoherent babble, anything that falls from your tongue. You feel so full, so full. It’s hard to adjust to his enormous size. He’s unlike anyone you’ve ever been with prior, so much more pleasing as well.
Namjoon allows you to take a moment to adjust, waiting for a cue to move. For now he waits an agonizing long breath, as he watches your eyes screw shut with a single tear sliding down your cheek. Seeing that tear only makes him want to pull out of you and hold you safely in his arms.
“Please, move,” you grunt, digging your face back into the pillows and letting your fingers curl around the corners.
As Namjoon slowly moves his hips back, your muffled moan has him thrusting back in quicker than before. It seems as if something snaps inside of him as he fully enters you again and you clench around his length. His pace is animalistic, just as he said it would be, brutally plunging back into your abused cunt over and over as cries and curses escape you.
“You’re so perfect,” he groans not even sounding like himself, just like a wolf in heat. “You’ll look so good filled with my cum and swollen with my pups.”
You moan, too turned on by the wolfish side of him speaking to comprehend what he’s really saying. “Y-Yes, fuck,” you groan, moving your hips back to meet his powerful thrusts in the middle. The sloppy and slick sounds of your sweaty bodies meeting and mixing with both your moans are like a sinful song you both move in sync to.
His hand sneaks between your legs to locate your clit. That mixed with the overwhelming feeling of him hitting you in all the right places and filling you up, gets you to your climax quickly. You come all over his cock, breathlessly moaning his name and completely collapsing into the bed with only his hands on your hips to support you.
You’re spent and absolutely exhausted, unable to move another muscle beneath his rapid thrusts. You feel another orgasm building despite the Earth-shattering one you just received. The sensitivity you feel with each snap of his hips increases until you’re whining for him to slow down, but he doesn’t.
Instead, his pace is quicker, harsher, and only driven by his own need for release. He releases a ragged groan as he approaches his climax, commanding you to do the same, “One more time, one more, baby. Come all over my cock for me like a good girl.”
It doesn’t take more than one final thrust to have you crying out again and spilling all over him.
As you clench around him, you start to feel his cock swelling, stretching you and filling you to the point tears begin to well up in your eyes.
“Ah,” you cry, curling your fingers around the sheets to deal with the burning sting. “W-what the hell?”
It seems like Namjoon is just growing inside of you and he finally comes with a harsh groan, filling you up with his cum, coating your walls white. As if you didn’t already feel full before from the ballooning of his cock, his cum seems never-ending.
It’s hard for you to move because of how much discomfort the swell causes every time you to and shift. Namjoon doesn’t try to move his hips, trying not to cause you any more shooting pain.
“Shit,” he mutters, slowly shifting so he can position you against his chest as he lays down. He pulls your back flush against his sweaty chest, soothing you gently by running his hand over the small bump that has grown where you two meet. “I should have warned you about knotting.”
“Yeah, I think that would’ve been something worth mentioning,” you joke, hissing when you try and move your hips to find a comfortable position.
“Don’t move.”
You try to relax pressed against his bare chest with his arm wrapped securely around you. This is what you’ve been missing. You’re no longer a cold distance apart from one another, instead, you finally have the warm embrace from him you’ve been longing for.
Slowly the knot in you begins to deflate, making it easier for him to slip out. Namjoon makes sure to keep his cum in you though, plugging you up with his fingers and forcing your legs shut.
“You did great,” he whispers in your ear.
“I think we should do this more often,” you nod, giggling as he nuzzles his face into your neck.
“How about right now?"