Queen are you going to finish that bigby wolf fic you write a sneak peak for 🙏 it was absolutely amazing!
A/N: well you're in luck sweet anon because I did indeed finish it! I won't lie I was surprised to see the support for the sneak peek lol that's never happened before for a sneak peek and I wasn't expecting it, so terribly sorry for the delay! Plus life and mental health got in the way so that didn't help but its finally here and out for you all to enjoy! I hope you guys enjoy the finished full version!
Word Count: 3.3 k
Content Warning: explicit sexual content (aphrodisiac spell usage(?), unprotected piv intercourse), biting, slight mentions of blood, making out, overstimulation and explicit language.
Bigby Wolf x F!Reader - Let Me In
Fuck potions.
Fuck spells.
And fuck the Fables that cast them!
Bigby Wolf was reeling in his office.
His hands gripped the strands of his hair tightly, almost pulling them from his scalp.
Damn witch.
He was trying his best to reign it in and wait for whatever was conflicting him to pass.
Damn spell.
Damn senses.
You weren't even here in the room, yet he was able to pick up the soft remnants of your scent here from previous times you have shown up.
And it's not helping.
To say Bigby hated this was an understatement.
He didn't enjoy feeling out of control of his own senses, his own body, to be rendered utterly vulnerable.
However, staying in his office has somewhat helped. Your scent, albeit still lingering, wasn't as potent as it was in your or his apartment.
Plus he was able to try and distract his brain with the leaning tower of paperwork on his desk.
Bigby rolled his eyes. There is nothing like having to relive the events that got him in this mess to fill out his report.
He thought about sprinting up and making a beeline to the 13th Floor and having one of their witches undo the spell…but he wasn't keen on having people know the predicament he's in.
Bigby would rather grin and bear it than be mocked for centuries to come with this incident. He already has to live with past transgressions to begin with.
His hand that he was writing with slowly lifted up from the page and his grip tightened.
Bigby took a deep breath in-
Oh, fuck no, not now!
Your scent all of a sudden got extremely strong-
You were right outside his door.
His heart began beating against his ribcage.
“Now's a really bad time!”
You couldn't help but jump as you heard Bigby yell at you through the door before you even knocked.
“What do you mean? Bigby, I haven't heard or seen you all day! What's going on?”
“I-I can't explain it…right…now.” He responded, hesitantly, immediately lamenting how stupid and weak he probably sounded.
“Try me!” You quipped. You reached for the doorknob only to meet resistance when you tried to turn it.
You groaned in frustration, but couldn't help but huff amused at the present parallel to a certain popular tale.
Mustering your best deep grumbly voice, you knocked once more. “Open the door and let me in!”
Bigby pinched the bridge of his nose but couldn't help the small chortle of disbelief that slipped out.
“I know you did not just say that…”
“Hey, that's not how it goes!” You exclaimed.
“We can discuss the specifics later, just please-”
Soon he heard the click of a lock being unlocked as you slowly turned the doorknob.
It was a smart idea in hindsight to give you a key to his office. You often helped him with the office side of his duties and it made sense to just give you full access…
Bigby deeply regretted making that decision at that very moment…
“Now, without huffing and puffing, tell me what the hell- oh…” You finally turned to face him after shutting the door behind you.
Different strands of his hair were poking out every which way due to him constantly dragging his fingers down his scalp and through his locks.
He had a layer of sweat painted on his skin, his typical white dress shirt buttoned down past his rib cage and soaked.
You also didn't miss the parts of his body that had more hair on them than usual.
Bigby was nothing short of a mess.
A beautiful enticing mess.
“Bigby…”
He groaned deeply. Your scent was at full force. When he heard your sweet voice say his name–it began setting off something primal in him that he's been trying so hard to keep on a leash.
“You gotta leave…” He grumbled deeply.
“Why? Maybe if you'd just explai-”
“A black market witch put a spell on me…I was trying to track her down…I found her but not before she enchanted me with some…affliction..”
You nodded slowly, satisfied to finally get some answers. “What kind of spell?”
He begrudgingly takes another deep breath of air, which also caught a whiff of your captivating scent.
Bigby debated whether to just be blunt or try to be couth.
“It's a sorta love spell I suppose…but in a more physical sense…”
You furrowed your eyebrows together. You took in his words, his appearance…his aversion to let you in–
Oh my god.
“You're horny?”
Bigby rolled his eyes. “Doesn't take you long.”
“Hey, don't be an ass!”
“Will you just please leave?!”
Despite coming to the very intimate conclusion to what's gotten into Bigby…you couldn't exactly find yourself feeling frightened…quite the opposite.
You shrugged. “Why do you want me to leave?”
Bigby sighed, exhausted. “I-I don't want to freak you out or…do something either of us will regret…I haven't felt like this…well this intensely…in a long time and the fact it's not on my own accord…quite frankly is pissing me off.”
You couldn't help the small smile that formed.
Despite his current hellish predicament, he was still somehow looking out for you.
It was no secret you two felt something towards each other but the both of you were too anxious about taking steps forward toward a proper romantic relationship.
The most you two have done was kiss each other short and sweet in secret. Somewhat hesitant but once initiated it was hard to pull away…
Perhaps, maybe, this was the push you two needed. And Heavens knows you wanted him so badly it was almost pathetic.
“Bigby, you could never freak me out…I mean you might make me freak out…but only ever out of worry…and concern for your well being…you know that.”
“Yeah…but…this-it's…different.” He argued, conflicted between snatching his hands away and gripping your hands for more of your touch.
“Maybe, it's definitely a little…intense but nothing that we can't figure out.”
Bigby perked up an eyebrow, questioning.
“Do you really want to deal with this by yourself? You want me to leave?”
As you asked for confirmation you slowly circled yourself around his desk and in front of him as you propped yourself up on the edge of his desk.
You took his strong hands in your significantly smaller ones. You didn't miss his heated palms, small black claws slowly peeking out from his nails, and the excess hair on the back of his hands and up his arms.
He gulped. Again biting back his tongue from being bluntly honest…he wanted to give in more than anything but never at the expense of your own comfort.
You bring one of his palms to your cheek and softly nudge your face against the warm but calloused surface from countless brawls.
“A-Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“I believe I asked you a question first…”
“Please don't be a smart ass right now..”
You giggled. “Don't pretend you don't love it.”
He huffed but couldn't argue with that fact.
“It's not that I don't…want you..to do this with you…it's just…fuck this isn't how it's supposed to go..”
How in the hell is this sentimental man supposed to be the infamous Big Bad Wolf that blew down pigs’ houses and ate grannies?
You squeezed his hand as your thumb gently rode the hills and valleys of his knuckles.
“Sometimes life has its own plans we can't deter from and we just gotta make the most of it…”
When you said that, you took your hands and framed both sides of Bigby's face as you gently pulled him closer to you as he remained seated on his office chair.
You lean forward as you bring your lips down and close the gap between the two of you.
The last string of restraint Bigby had finally snapped.
Bigby stood up from his chair, violently knocking it off its wheels. His hands instantly went to grip your waist, doing his best not to poke through your clothes–even though he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you.
You practically went along for the ride as Bigby brought you further up and pinned your body down on top of his desk with his own heated body.
During your heated make out session you didn't fail to notice how his tongue seemed longer as it swirled around your own or how your tongue would accidentally scrape some sharp canine teeth.
Instinctively, your hands finish off the remaining buttons of his white dress shirt before spreading your hands eagerly all over his hairy sweaty skin.
Your touch seemed to spur him on more, unable to keep himself from humping his groin against your own periodically.
Bigby reluctantly pulled his lips away from yours, an obscene string of saliva trailing in front of his lips connected to your own.
After a couple of pants, he suggests, “y…you should take off your clothes…I don't wanna be responsible for ruining them…”
You giggled, “probably a good idea..”
Not wanting to waste any more time, you unceremoniously slid out of your top, quickly discarded your bra, and slipped out of your bottoms and underwear all in one swoop.
Bigby made himself busy discarding his own clothes--finally freeing himself from the sticky strangling confines of his clothes.
When he saw you sprawled out and bare on his desk he thought his heart would finally combust–
The way he looked at you said it all…
The wolf was just surface deep now–the man barely had a grip on the figurative leash.
You were so enraptured with how his eyes looked at you, like you were both the most precious thing and the juiciest slab of meat he's ever seen, to even take in the rest of his physique.
Bigby is gorgeous, you already knew that from how decently tight his shirt was and because you've had to patch him up a time or two while he was shirtless–
The only time you got anxious was when you finally took in his very red, very thick and rather long cock.
You couldn't help but gulp slightly. You should have probably expected that, but seeing is believing as they say.
That lycanthropy knife didn't need to make him so fine as a human but it did…and now he was here with you naked and all yours.
Bigby swiftly got back in between your legs, his palms ran up and down your thighs as he leaned his face closer to yours to bring your lips together once more.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, one of your hands shaking its way into his brown curly locks.
He pulled away once more. His eyes glanced into yours, his mouth opened slightly as if he was about to say something but decided to instead begin kissing the side of your neck.
The warmth of his breath and wetness of his kisses made you swoon. You moaned when his lips found your nipple and he began sucking on it after swirling his tongue around the erect bud.
His lips soon traveled to your other breast when you felt one of his fingers slowly drag up and down along the slit of your cunt.
It didn't surprise you that you were already dripping wet, you were already aroused just seeing him in his disgruntled state earlier.
Bigby slowly pushed his finger into you, the intrusion more than welcome especially when you didn't feel any presence of his claws that were once there.
“B…Bigby…” Your hands framed his face once more as you brought his lips back to yours.
He slid in a couple more fingers, his pace picking up only a little.
Your mind was getting dizzy, whether it was the lack of oxygen from making out or the need for his dick properly you weren't sure–likely both.
“B…Bigby…please…I-I want..”
He lifted his head from the crook of your neck and shoulder to face you.
“Trust me…I know, just…don't want to hurt you…”
“You won't…I know you won't.” You kissed his cheek, a surprisingly sweet gesture considering what was taking place.
“Please baby, I'm ready…just take me…” You whispered into his ear.
Bigby didn't need any more convincing than that.
Your jaw dropped open but no sounds came out as Bigby slowly began sheathing his cock into you.
Bigby mentioned about telling him to stop if you got uncomfortable but you think you'd actually cry if he stopped.
Whatever painful stretch or overwhelming pressure you might experience was well worth it to just finally get to this point.
You gasped when he was finally fully inside you. Your legs went around his waist. Your arms wrapped up and around his back–you clung to him pulling him impossibly closer to you.
“S…shit..” Bigby hissed.
You could only nod your head.
“I…I can't…” Bigby's breath got heavier…his warm pants fanned against your cheek. “Please…promise me you'll stop me if–”
Since it seemed to work thus far, you held his face in your hands once more.
“I promise, baby…now let go, Bigby..” with that and one more kiss much sweeter and softer than the previous ones. Bigby did just that.
He brought his head back down to the crook of your neck, he leaned his body against yours–pushing you back down onto the wooden desk top.
You gasped when he pulled out of you halfway and promptly thrusted back into you. He started a slow rhythm at first but he wasn't slow for long.
It didn't take long before Bigby was vigorously pounding into you. The desk occasionally slid a little just from his force and weight alone.
What once was sweet kisses and licks along your skin before was now replaced with possessive and passionate bites.
The sensation of his teeth breaking your skin excited you more than it did shock you. Even when you felt the wet liquid of blood slightly flow…he quickly lapped it up before repeating the cycle on another patch of skin.
His groans vibrated your skin as he sucked on the bitten skin–the action causing your cunt to tighten even more around his swollen cock.
Your neck, one of your tits, your collarbone, most of your open skin wasn't safe from the wolf's teeth.
The skin on your hips was likely going to have bruises just from his strong tight grip on your waist–he couldn't hold back his claws anymore as they slightly bit into your skin from the pressure.
Bigby finally let the spell take over, the heated haze consuming him fully as the itch deep in his groin was getting scratched.
He did all he could to ensure you would be safe and unharmed but hearing your soft sweet voice give him permission was his undoing.
“B…Bigby…ffuuuuckkk..” You were shamelessly delirious beyond words.
You just knew that you regretted not doing this sooner and that you didn't want him to stop for anything.
The head of his cock repeatedly tapped at your g-spot with every fast thorough thrust and you could swear you saw stars at the back of your eyelids.
“B…,Bigby I-I–oh shit..” You opened your eyes briefly to look at Bigby, your orgasm just a few thrusts away–
His warm brown eyes were no longer there. Replaced with glowing piercing yellow ones.
You only have ever seen these eyes a couple of times and it was usually during tense moments of violent conflict–you'd never imagine seeing them here–
Bigby's movements slowed when he noticed you staring, surprised, at him.
His slowness seemed to snap you out of it.
Desperately you gripped the back of his head and brought his face down to yours in another kiss, your hips bucking against his–silently begging him to keep up his original pace.
The coil at the center of your gut was spun tighter and tighter. Every muscle in your body tensing up–
You moan out Bigby's name when the knot in your gut finally snapped--your body wracked with pleasurable shocks throughout all your nerves.
Even through your orgasmic high you could hear Bigby hiss at how tightly your cunt choked his cock–making him cum inside you.
Bigby slowed his thrusts as you both slowly came down from your highs.
“Holy shit…” you muttered out in a breathless whisper.
“You all right?”
“I'm way more than all right, but thanks for asking..”
There was a beat of silence to catch your breath. Then you realized that even though Bigby came he wasn't any less hard than before.
He was just about to pull out when your legs, still shaky, wrapped around his waist and kept him locked in place and inside you
“I guess it'd be wishful thinking to think the spell would wear off that easily…”
Bigby shook his head. “We–you don't have to do this…the initial…impulse is less–”
Your arms wrapped around his neck, getting far too used to the habit of shutting him up with a kiss.
“But I want to…I want you to…”
He groaned when you thrust your hips against his.
Your nerves were ignited tenfold as Bigby resumed his deep and fast plunging pace of his thick cock. His tip expertly hit that spongy spot inside.
The beating of your heart was so rapid, it could break through your ribs. You felt like you were drowning but didn't dare want to come up for air, desperately seeking that sweet white hot release only he can provide.
A release he did provide for, again and again, until the sheriff was officially spent.
You could feel every nerve in your body but couldn't lift a single limb to save your life. Your legs might as well be limp noodles.
The only thing you could consciously feel was Bigby's chest rising and falling.
Due to your limited movement, Bigby was able to barely get you back into your clothes. His pants were back on but he delayed putting his shirt back on.
You were now in his lap in his upright office chair, catching your breath, taking in what just happened.
“We definitely should have done that far sooner.”
Bigby chuckled. “I think I can concur with that.”
Bigby put out one of his cigarettes in an ashtray that somehow stayed on the desk despite your activities, which the same couldn't be said about his paperwork.
“How do you feel? You…okay?” He inquired.
Your heart swelled as a smile grew on your face. “Aside from not being able to fully feel or control my legs, I'm okay.”
You looked up at him.
His eyes were back to their warm brown color, the claws were gone, and his body hair had receded somewhat.
The same couldn't be said about his hair which was all over the place, some strands sticking out or falling over his face.
“How are you? Has the spell finally worn off?”
Bigby nodded. “Yeah, it seems like it…”
“Glad to hear it…”
You snuggled your head against his chest. “Did you ever catch the witch that afflicted you?”
“Eventually yeah, why?”
“I may swing by her cell and give her my thanks.”
Bigby pinched the bridge of his nose but chuckled nonetheless. “Maybe once your legs are in working condition.”
“Speaking of…someone's going to have to help me back to my apartment.”
“Hmm…wonder who that can be.” Bigby pondered sarcastically as he was already putting his shirt back on.
Once he was fully clothed, he picked you up bridal style and made the journey to your apartment. You pretended to be asleep so to any onlookers in the hallways it would look like you fell asleep helping Bigby, which wasn't difficult to do seeing how heavy your eyes got.
When you two finally made it to your apartment, you hesitantly got out of Bigby's arms to unlock your door.
Bigby cleared his throat. “Thank you…for…uh…helping me…trusting me back there…”
“No need to thank me Bigby, I love you, that means I trust you…and I thoroughly enjoyed it…”
He smiled, contently before leaning down and kissing you, as if to say the feeling is mutual.
“Besides…” You began as you walked through your apartment door. “The only spell I want you under from now on is my own!”
Bigby huffed amused before following you in. “I've already been bewitched by you for years now…and I don't see it lifting any time soon.”
