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Well, it wasn’t exactly what you’d been expecting to come home to, and you couldn’t help the frustration that boiled up inside you at the the fact that nobody had called you. No, because why would they, right? Why would anyone call you to say that your boyfriend Noah Stilinski had gotten into an almost fatal accident and was going to be given The Bite and become a Werewolf.
That was three weeks ago, and you were still giving Stiles the cold shoulder.
It wasn’t that him becoming a Werewolf didn’t have its perks, because it very much did. Some of which you took full advantage of. Like his new enhanced stamina, the fact that his body seemed to feel younger (according to Noah) and his knot. You didn’t ask questions, and nobody tried to warn you. You figured it was a topic that the entire pack tried their best to ignore, generally speaking.
It had even made him hornier, and considering that you were just short of a decade younger than him, you were quite enjoying that fact. Before he’d been just too tired, too achey - now he couldn’t get enough of you, the way you felt and smelled. You hadn’t been dissatisfied before, far from it, but this was just a little something extra special that you were thoroughly enjoying.
“You home honey?” Noah called out as he crossed through the front door into the Stilinski house. He’d given you a key a long time ago, and you never bothered texting him to tell him that you were going over anymore, because he usually missed the text anyway. When you didn’t reply, Noah headed up towards his bedroom, wanting to make sure you’d not gotten into his bed to take a nap as you sometimes did.
He’d not been expecting the view of you naked and writhing on his sheets, two fingers knuckle deep inside your hole, another hand on your chest, pinching and rolling one of your nipples between your forefinger and thumb. He leaned against the doorframe, feeling his cock hardening in his work slacks. He waited for a while, just observing the way you tried to bring yourself to a peak but seemed to struggle.
Finally, as you whined again, still unable to make yourself finish, Noah kocked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. You gasped and your eyes flew open, looking towards him and realising you had company for the first time since he’d arrived. He chuckled softly as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He said, and though your face was warm, embarrassed that he’d found you playing with yourself so shamelessly.. he did say to keep going. So you did. Noah continued to silently observe as he undressed, and only once he was fully nude and his achingly hard, leaking cock was in view did he close the distance between you and climb onto the bed.
At first, he knelt beside you and leaned down to kiss you, one hand holding himself up while the other cupped the side of your face, keeping your lips connected to his as he used his tongue to part them, exploring your mouth without hurry, just enjoying the feel of having you close and the taste of you on his tongue. He could smell your wetness as a werewolf in a way he hadn’t been able to before, and it was downright addictive. But still, it wasn’t enough. Nothing had been enough for you since you’d first felt the delicious stretch of Noah’s knot inside you.
“How long have you been doing this?” He asked when you parted, glancing briefly down at where your fingers were still pumping, disappearing into your core.
“Like- an hour..” You admitted breathlessly, hips rutting up into your own touch, eagerly chasing what you knew deep down your own hand couldn’t give you.
“An hour? That’s no good. Why don’t you let me help you out, hm?” He suggested against your ear, his own fingers slowly tracing down the lines of your body towards your core. You were already aching for it, having been teetering on the edge for so long before he’d even gotten home, so of course all you could do was reach and grab his hand to move it faster, guiding his fingers to touch you properly.
“Needy.” He commented with a raised brow and a small smirk playing at his lips. You were soaked, enough that he couldn’t resist gathering your wetness on his fingers to lift it to his lips, sucking the digits clean with a groan. Before the bite, he’d been a fairly vanilla lover and that had been fine by you. There was the odd occasion where he’d indulge you, if he had some time off - but since he’d been bitten it was like it had taken years off him not just in his body but also his tastes, and now he was so much more eager to do things with you he wouldn’t have before. Of course, he’d always eaten you out because he’s a damn good boyfriend, but never would he have said things like, “dirty thing. Did you do this on purpose, so I’d find you when I got off shift?”
So, maybe you had. Maybe you’d not realised just how early you’d started or how desperate you’d end up being, but you’d say it was worth it given how dilated Noah’s eyes were, how his cock seemed to be pouring precum continuously. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
His fingers dragged through your folds suddenly, forcing your brain back into the moment. He had plenty of experience, and you’d known that from the first time you’d had sex, how diligent his fingers were and how expertly he manoeuvred them to draw pleasure from your body. It was torture when you were already so sensitive, lip already swollen where it was caught between your teeth and had been for some time. He reached up to pull it away, a moan immediately pulled from you with nothing to block the sound.
On a normal day, Noah would’ve liked to tease you. Drive you right to the brink of insanity, then pull you back from it with an orgasm that was utterly mild altering. Not today. Today he was desperate for you, and you were already bordering on sore and he knew that, could sense it in your chemosignals that he’d gotten so good at reading. Why waste time when he could just put you on his length? You were already stretched and wet enough to take him from how eagerly you’d been playing with yourself.
He slotted between your legs with an ease that only came with familiarity, his red and aching length twitching as if it knew what was coming next. Noah reached down to grip himself, dragging his tip through your folds just to feel you shudder and your hole clench around nothing. He chuckled as he watched you body tense and relax, back arching as if you could drive him into you with your will alone.
“Steady, I’ll give you what you want.” He assured you with a hand on your hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the bone. He lined himself up with your hole, and slowly slid inside.
The sound it made was filthy, a squelch that betrayed just how wet you really were. It was agonising how slow he moved, letting you feel each and every inch as it pushed inside you until the spongy tip was pressed up against your cervix. It was maddening, and addictive, the same as it always was. You were quite sure you’d never get tired of the feeling of him inside you. It didn’t take long for the slapping of skin against skin to fill the room, Noah’s little grunts in your ear only driving you just that little bit more wild. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, your nails finding his back to scratch along it, leaving red welts that healed over immediately, despite his displeasure with that fact. It was always so easy to get lost in the movement and sensations, the familiar routine that never failed to thrill you. You didn’t need things to be different and exciting every time - you just needed Noah close, making you feel good, and him feeling good in return.
“That’s it, taking it so well.” Noah murmured against your ear, lips tugging up at the corners when he felt you shudder at the praise. He leaned in closer to you, deeper, pushing your hips with him so your legs were pressed deeper, closer to your chest. It pressed more of his skin against yours, warm and sweaty and pink with exertion. He looked beautiful like this, letting go of everything, just giving in to the most carnal of desires. His eyes flashed briefly gold as he felt your walls clench around him, a sound that was almost a growl accompanying it.
The moment his knot began to form, you could feel it, and you knew just how close he really was. Your legs tightened around Noah, keeping him close as you pulled him into a rough and messy kiss, clenching more deliberately now. His thrusts changed just slightly, faster and harder, a marginally different angle that meant he was slamming right into that sweet spot of yours with each movement of his hips and that was when you were done for. Of course, he wouldn’t cum without making sure you did at least once more.
Your orgasm crashed into you as just sharper than average teeth scraped over your neck, signalling just how close he was to losing control. Your eyes rolled back, head tipping, and Noah took advantage of that to keep kissing and licking at your neck, working through your high as his thrusts became sloppy. But he’d wait, he always did. His cock twitched inside you, right up against your cervix, and your entire body tensed up with pleasure again, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Come on- give it to me, Noah.” You whined, opening your eyes to find that his were golden again, though you only got to see them for a moment before they were fluttering closed. Slap, slap, slap against your ass cheeks as he pistoned his hips, rough and sloppy, and soon enough the mess you’d made together only became worse as he filled you with his seed, each spurt painting your insides white.
Noah slumped then, not quite resting his full weight on you but every inch of him seemed to be touching you somehow. Blunt fingernails scratched over your scalp as he coaxed you back to awareness, kisses now more gentle against your skin.
“You okay?” He asked softly, still panting.
“So okay.” You confirmed with a soft laugh, feeling the way his knot pulsed inside you in response to the clenching of your walls that happened when you laughed. Noah grunted, eyes fluttering closed again as he let the feeling wash over him.
For now, you were stuck together, but honestly you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Love you.” Came your next words, soft on your lips. Noah tilted his head to look at you properly and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.
“Love you too, honey.”