》 Notes: Yes I'm a top, yes I wanna get bit. What about it.
》 Word Count: 706
Teeth
For the most part, Aaron did his best to keep the wolf in him away from you. Despite the numerous times you've told him that you knew what you were getting yourself into when you courted a werewolf, he never fully allowed himself to believe that you were 100% comfortable with it.
It kind of kills you, how self conscious he is about something he has no control over, something so fundamental to making Aaron, well, Aaron. You knew it was something you'd have to work with him on, and he was beginning to trust both you and himself with the more feral parts of his identity. You love him, and you can be patient with him. For however much time he needs.
But god dammit, was he making it difficult.
He must know how incredibly fucking attractive you think his teeth are because you swear he's teasing you with them on purpose. Even out of his wolf form, his teeth are sharper than the average human's. How on earth are you supposed to be able to focus when you're constantly catching glimpses of his long fangs when he eats, when he talks, when he flashes that stupidly adorable half smile at you?
A deep voice calls out your name from behind you. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Are you ready to go?"
You listened to him talk about...honestly who even knows at this point? Your attention, quite frankly, is very much elsewhere.
As he spoke, his canines, long and sharp, caught the light with his every word. You watched as the tip of the fangs just barely pressed into his lower lip as he enunciated his words. You swear, he has to be taunting you with the way his tongue seemed to glide against the sharp points of his teeth.
"—abe? Babe?" You blinked. Aaron's eyebrows were furrowed in concern. "Is something wrong?"
"No," you shook your head. "No, sorry, just...distracted."
Aaron smirked. Cocky bastard. "See something you like?"
"Ha, nah," you snorted. "You just have something on your face, is all."
"What, really? Where is i—"
Aaron chokes on his words as you force your fingers inside his mouth. Almost instantly, his knees crash onto the ground as your fingers begin to press down on his tongue.
Cute little breathy moans escape from his throat and you explore the insides of his mouth. His mind is racing, and yet all thoughts leave him every time he feels your fingertips graze against the surface of one his fangs. Aaron gags slightly, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you work your fingers down his throat.
"Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be!" You chuckled. "You're such a good boy, Aaron."
His head swims at the praise. By now, drool has started dripping from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. He looks up at you, with big wet eyes and whines softly when you begin to pull your fingers out of his throat.
Sighing, you use your other hand to hold his chin steady. Your index and middle fingers, still wet with his saliva, hook onto his upper left fang while you use your thumb to stroke enamel of his molars.
"Still so needy though," you hum.
Another soft moan leaves him. Aaron knows he can't move. He knows you want him to be good now, so he continues breathing heavily through his nose and further tightening the already iron grip on his pants. He's not entirely sure he trusts what they'd do if he let go.
You can feel him trembling underneath you now, resisting the urge to take your fingers back into his mouth and suck. You look into his piercing eyes, alight with need, want, and so, so much love. Fuck, he is pretty like this. Aaron, on his knees for you, jaw hanging wide open, just like how he always loves to be. But he's been patient for you long enough.
You take one final moment to run the tip of your thumb across the points of his teeth, memorizing the dips and hollows based on touch alone. Then you grab him by the neck and in one swift move, your lips met.
tags/warnings- monster fuckers, werewolf x human, transformation, full moon werewolfs, preexisting relationship, full moon ritual, mild body horror, restraint, shy werewolf boy
The moon was rising slowly over the horizon, casting an eerie glow that bathed the room in silvery light. You could feel the tension building in the air, the telltale sign that tonight was going to be rough. ezra sat at the edge of the bed, his hands trembling in his lap, eyes fixed on the floor. His breathing was uneven, shallow with anxiety, and you could see the subtle twitch in his muscles as he fought to keep control.
You stood beside him, your heart aching at the sight of him struggling. ezra had always been gentle and shy, a man whose words were few but meaningful when spoken. But when the full moon came, everything changed. He wasn’t himself — the beast within him took over, wild and dangerous. Tonight was no different, and as much as it hurt to do it, you both knew what had to be done.
"It's okay, ezra," you whispered softly, kneeling in front of him so you could look into his eyes. "I’m here."
He raised his gaze to meet yours, his soft brown eyes clouded with fear and shame. “I hate this part,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you. Or anyone.”
You reached out and took his hands in yours, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms. His fingers twitched but he held onto you like a lifeline. “You won’t hurt me,” you said, your voice steady and calm. “I know you, ezra. You’re stronger than this.”
His jaw clenched as he shook his head. "I can feel it… it’s getting worse. I can’t control it when the change starts." His breath hitched, panic edging into his voice. "You should leave. You should—"
"ezra," you interrupted gently, squeezing his hands. "I’m not going anywhere. We’ve done this before, remember? We’ll get through it, just like always."
He looked at you, searching your face for any sign of doubt, but you knew he wouldn’t find any. You had been through this together enough times to know what was coming. The fear, the aggression, the need to lock him away until the worst of the night passed. But through it all, you never stopped loving him, never stopped seeing the kind man he was beneath the curse.
"I trust you," you continued, brushing a thumb over his knuckles. "And I’ll be here to make sure everything’s safe."
ezra swallowed hard, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don’t deserve you," he whispered.
"Don’t say that," you replied, standing up and gently guiding him to his feet. "You deserve love, ezra. And I’m going to remind you of that, even when things get tough."
The chains were already prepared, hanging from the heavy metal loops embedded in the bedroom wall. You hated using them, hated the way they looked so out of place in the cozy room you both shared. But they were necessary, especially when ezra was on the verge of losing control. The full moon brought out the worst of his condition, and if the chains were what kept him and everyone else safe, then so be it.
As you led him to the wall, you could feel his body starting to tremble more violently. His breathing grew more ragged, and his skin was flushed with heat. The transformation was beginning.
"I’m sorry," he rasped, his voice breaking as the first wave of pain hit him. "I’m so sorry."
You moved quickly, fastening the chains around his wrists and ankles with practiced care, making sure they were secure but not too tight. He grunted, his muscles straining against the growing pressure of the change, but you kept whispering to him, soothing him with your words.
"You’re so strong, ez’," you murmured, brushing a hand through his dark, sweat-dampened hair. "You’ve got this. You’re not alone. I’m here."
His breaths came out in ragged gasps now, his body convulsing as the wolf fought to break free. You stepped back, giving him space, but you never stopped talking.
"You’re doing so well, love," you praised, your voice low and steady. "I know it hurts, but you’re not the monster you think you are. You’re my ezra. My kind, sweet ezra."
His head snapped back, his eyes glowing an unnatural yellow as the wolf took over, but even then, you saw the flicker of recognition in his gaze. The chains rattled as he strained against them, skin splitting to form thick hair, muscles bulging and teeth elongating into fangs. But through it all, you stayed calm, keeping your voice gentle.
"You’re still you," you whispered, staying just out of reach. "No matter what, I see you, ezra. I love you. I’m proud of you."
A deep, guttural growl ripped from his throat, but you weren’t afraid. You had seen this before, felt the raw power of the transformation. But you also knew that deep down, ezra was still in there, fighting to stay in control.
The hours passed slowly, the moon climbing higher into the sky as ezra’s form twisted and contorted, the beast taking full control. The chains held, and you stayed close, whispering soft reassurances into the night.
By the time dawn broke, the worst of it was over. ezra hung limp in the chains, his body battered and exhausted from the transformation. You moved quickly to release him, catching him as he slumped into your arms. He was weak, but he was himself again — the shy, soft-spoken ezra.
"how you holding up, love?" you whispered, holding him close as his breathing steadied. "You made it through."
He didn’t have the strength to reply, but the way he clung to you said enough. You kissed his temple softly, your heart swelling with love and pride. No matter how many full moons came and went, you would always be there for him.
