Stalking a Werewolf
Male Alpha Werewolf x Male Omega Reader Yandere
CW: Mildly dubious consent due to mutual pheromones, then enthusiastic consent, stalking, underwear/clothes sniffing, clothes theft, general yandere behavior, canine dick, knotting, pheromones, musk, biting, claiming bite, a/b/o, omegaverse, mpreg, breeding
Word Count: 2.7k (Idk if the customer wants credit/to be tagged but I will edit the post later if they do.)
The day was hot. Sweltering. Your sensitive omega nose could smell the odor of everyone you passed. You scrunched up your face as you passed some dumb stereotypical alpha, flexing for your benefit as you ignored him.
You passed him and rolled your eyes. Gross.
There were some needy omegas so desperate for a knot that they would swoon and fall over themselves for almost any alpha. And likewise there were alphas that turned into drooling, horny idiots at the barest whiff of an omega. And that was almost understandable given how rare both alphas and omegas were. But you could never imagine behaving in such a way. There was more to a relationship than some nice musk and a fat knot tying the two people together.
You turned down the street and entered the gym on the corner.
This was where your alpha would be. Well, future alpha. He was yours already; he just didn't exactly know it yet.
His name was Marcus. He wasn't a grotesquely buff bodybuilder like some musclehead alphas. He was lean and perfect. His black hair accentuated his head nicely, his blue eyes holding the depth of the ocean. He wasn't some airheaded git or cocky privileged asshole. No, those eyes had clearly seen some troubles.
You sat on some gym equipment and made a show of leisurely using it while you waited for Marcus to come in. You knew exactly what he would do and where he would do it and the spot you were at would give you the perfect view of him.
And even with the smell of everyone else in the gym, you knew you'd get a perfect whiff of him while he worked out. And you were sure he'd catch yours as well.
Not that it seemed to help much, but still, you wanted it ingrained in his mind. Maybe it would slowly wear him down.
You had never asked him out; he seemed to be averse to people, rejecting everyone who had ever asked. While you liked that he didn't pay any attention to the advances of others. In fact, it was what had originally drawn you to him, thinking it was intriguing how an alpha ignored multiple omegas despite their rarity, but it was a double-edged sword.
You always made sure to get there before he did so that it never seemed like you were following him.
It wasn't long until he came in and started using the exact gear you knew he would. You had his schedule down to a science.
It wasn't creepy... you had to know all about your man, right? You were just being proactive. Taking the initiative. Learning about his interests and making sure you didn't have competition...
How could there be anything wrong with that? Especially with every omega, few though they were, that you saw throwing themselves at him. And many betas too.
Fucking sluts. Why did they think that they deserved him? They hadn't put in the effort! You had done all the hard work. If any of those randos had you, you would have noticed, given how much time you had dedicated to him.
Once you were sporting Marcus's bite on your neck and pheromones clinging to your skin, that would keep them away.
Marcus bent down, showing off his perfectly sculpted bubbly ass; you bit your lip while staring intently. Your daydreams were momentarily forgotten by the sight.
Ugh, you needed more of him.
At least you got a hit of his pheromones. When he hit the showers, his dirty clothes were unattended. You made off with his sweaty musk-drenched boxers and shirt.
This was the first time you had done this; it had been the only opportunity when no one else was around. Your heart pounded as you raided his gym bag before escaping quickly with your treasures.
Marcus wondered what had happened, never knowing you were huffing them in your car real quick before taking them home to more thoroughly enjoy your new trophies.
And you REALLY enjoyed them, either tugging at your dick vigorously or impaling yourself on your knotted dildo while inhaling the fresh scent, rubbing the pheromone-laden clothing all over your body so you could imagine yourself marked with his scent.
You panted and basked in the release after you came; you cleaned yourself off in the shower, but the act just left you needy and desperate for more. Scent from clothing alone would simply never be enough for you. You needed musk and knot and bites straight from the source. Only then would you be content.
Though the meditative qualities of a nice shower typically cleared your mind and allowed you to work through your problems, this time you weren't coming up with any particularly viable ideas.
Subtly becoming more than friends after establishing a friendship was out. Marcus didn't have friends. He pushed everyone away as far as you were aware. The sexy loner stayed away even from close family.
Just asking him out would be a flat no.
He didn't seem particularly vulnerable to your pheromones at the gym, so the mighty powers of simple seduction wouldn't likely cut it either.
The only possible hope you had was to force it with determination and perseverance!
Yes, you'd combine the direct approach with some subtle seduction in the form of scented gifts. And you wouldn't take no for an answer. You'd wear him down until he gave you at least one date. You were confident that's all you would need to earn his heart.
The next day you began setting your plan into motion.
"Hey, would you be interested in go-"
"Sorry, no thanks."
A flat rejection, but you'd not be discouraged! He probably thought you were just another slut throwing yourself at him, but you'd show him differently. Once he saw your dedication and loyalty, he'd know you didn't pursue just any alpha.
You made it a point to ask every day and stuff your smelly towel, shirt, or briefs into his gym bag. If he objected to those gifts, you didn't know, but he was still denying your requests for a date.
Marcus didn't know what your obsession with him was. Or what his attraction to you was. Ever since he first got wind of your scent and caught your attentive eyes focused on him, looking at him like he was the only thing that existed, you had lived rent free in his head.
He wanted to just please you under him as he stuffed you full of knot.
Ugh! But he couldn't! He had to restrain himself!
Marcus had a horrible secret. It was considered a myth that long ago there were werewolves and that they were the origin of alphas and omegas. But it was true. And a few very strong alphas could still transform.
And he was one such alpha. At each full moon he turned into a snarling, bloodthirsty beast. He couldn't have friends or family or lovers.
Even though he wanted to. Even though he couldn't help but huff the gifts you gave him while jerking himself off the very second he got home.
Marcus knew he shouldn't give in, not even that much, but it was impossible to resist. Doing so relieved the tension built up by having to smell your pheromones at the gym and by hearing your lovely voice when you so sweetly asked him out on dates.
But he wouldn't break. He couldn't.
He didn't know you all that well, but the thought of hurting you made his chest tight. And on the off chance that he didn't tear you to shreds, you'd certainly be repulsed by him once you learned of his shameful secret.
At a loss for what else you could do to make Marcus realize you were his, you decided to follow him more closely.
Through your extremely thorough "research," you managed to learn a few hobbies of his. Like how he had some exercise equipment at home despite going to the gym. To be fair, his house was a small, secluded thing without much space for all the gear he used. And he probably just liked leaving the house.
His job seemed to be online; he was on his computer with a headset a lot.
Online gaming also seemed to be something he enjoyed quite a bit. You knew he was a gamer from some of the shirts that he wore, but you didn't realize he actually had an online social life through it.
While it was great to get to know more about your boyfriend, none of the information really helped you all that much. You got into a few of the games he played and tried to strike up conversations about them when he wore the shirts, but he cut any conversations frustratingly short.
Marcus was more tempted than ever to get between your legs and make you have toe-curling orgasm after orgasm, right there in the showers, but he held off. You even liked the same cool games as he did. But he played with online friends because it was safe to do so. He couldn't risk bonding with you!
You were going nowhere fast, so you decided you'd need to watch him even later.
This was largely uneventful too, though you did get to see him jerk off a few times. Wait, was that your underwear? Maybe you were making more progress than you had thought?
Things continued as they were until one night, on a full moon, Marcus went out of sight. Down into the basement, where you had never seen him venture. About half an hour later you heard screaming and what sounded like the snapping of bones emanate from below his home.
Even though you were outside, the sounds were clear.
They were followed by growling, snarling, and howling. There must have been a beast that had somehow gotten into his home. You hoped you weren’t too late!
You went back into the bushes where you had left a bat; you always took it with you late at night when conducting your advanced research. Marcus had a secluded place, and you were all alone in the dark, so it had seemed like a prudent precaution.
Then you wiggled in through his open window and charged downstairs. You opened the door and stared in terror at what you found.
Behind a set of bars was a bipedal beast with no signs of Marcus. A canine-like face, two sensitive fuzzy ears, sharp teeth, a long tongue from which drool dripped, a tail, and dark hair covering its entire body. It was a werewolf.
Looking into its eyes, you could tell that it was Marcus, having clearly trapped himself to avoid harming others.
You also noticed the massive cock starting to peer from the beast’s sheath above a giant set of balls.
Then you recalled the old stories and myths that alphas that had turned into werewolves could be soothed by their mate. Maybe this was your chance. It was so risky, and had you been thinking clearly, you probably would have left in fear, but your head was dizzy with the strongest musk that you had ever experienced emanating from Marcus’s crotch.
He must have felt the same because as he sniffed the air in your direction, his cock got harder and longer, and he started whining and growling and scratching at the cage, clearly needing a nice warm hole to slot his slimy canine cock into.
The cage was locked by a simple series of locks and latches that were easy enough to undo; the wolf just lacked the sense required to undo them. You could easily reach in and do so.
As you put your hand in the creature came up to you and licked you through the bars, your face, your neck, and your hands. He knew he needed to breed you; he was meant to, you were his mate. Something told him he had to make you feel good.
You unlocked the cage in a daze, hardly any conscious thought left to you.
You peeled away your clothes as the door creaked open, slick leaking down your leg. Marcus wasted no time in breeding you. Though he did so carefully, even in his current state he didn't want to hurt his much tinier mate.
It wasn't necessary; your body had prepped itself the moment his potent musk filled your nostrils.
Your hands gripped the cold iron bars you were pinned against.
Hot breath beat at your sensitive neck as he slipped himself into you. It filled you up better than any toy ever had or could hope to.
You sighed in pleasure, vaguely aware that this is what you had worked so hard for as Marcus thrust himself back and forth deep within you.
The werewolf licked and slobbered at your neck as you threw your ass back against him hard and fast, desperately needing a faster pace.
Seeing that you needed him to speed up, he happily obliged. Despite not being in control of himself in his current form, he was mindful of your pleasure and comfort more than his own.
He gripped your hips with his massive clawed hands and began pistoning into you hard and fast, each movement jolting your entire body rhythmically.
Moans, sighs, and pleasured unintelligible garbling poured from your mouth as your hole quivered around him.
One arm braced the bars with your head leaning into it while you wildly jerked your dick with your free hand. When you inevitably came, it was the most intense orgasm of your life; your cum rocketed through the bars of the cell, and slick gushed from you like a waterfall, and it was no less intense for your werewolf lover.
Marcus was in a fog, buried under mountains of near-feral werewolf instinct, powerful omega pheromones, and the sheer pleasure of sex.
He swelled with pride when you came, satisfied with having made his mate feel so good.
The alpha could feel you quiver and tighten around his cock, as if begging for his seed and trying to milk him. Your body got its wish.
He bit your neck, claiming you at long last, as he plunged in as deeply as he possibly could and filled you with a seemingly endless torrent of semen. If you had been in a state of mind to think properly, there would have been no doubt that you would definitely be pregnant.
Marcus pulled you down to the ground with him, having you sit on his lap, his cock still impaling you. He was ready to stop trying to get off so he didn’t overstimulate his probably sore mate, but you were not content with just letting his knot rest inside of you. No, you bounced and squirmed as best one could when the knot the size of two fists was rearranging their insides and didn’t stop until he had filled you a few more times and you passed out from exhaustion.
You were tied to the beast for the rest of the night, held protectively in his arms as the two of you slept, using him like a large furry bed.
In the morning both of you remembered everything that had happened but without the musk clouding your thoughts, and of course he was no longer a werewolf primarily driven by instinct.
When you had explained why you had been there in the first place, Marcus completely ignored or overlooked the fact that you had engaged in an “in-depth research campaign” because he was elated that not only did you not care one bit that he was a savage werewolf, but also that you calmed the beast and prevented him from even trying to go on a rampage.
After all these years living in seclusion, he no longer had to be alone. And having a nice hole to finally be able to unload in was certainly a nice bonus.
Several months later, and it was obvious you were pregnant. The werewolf nuzzled your neck sweetly as he slipped into you, careful not to go too rough on the omega with a belly swollen full of his pups. He went in nice and slow, his arms wrapped around you and hands roaming over your round tummy. When he turned back into a human the next morning, he went right to kissing your belly and practically worshiping it before pulling you into his lap and massaging it while he made love to you.
Before he met you, he was resigned to be alone for the rest of his life, and now he couldn’t imagine a second without you.
