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Niam - Little Red Riding Hoodie

All he saw was a pale streak of skin and a white t-shirt. The sight made him just want to press the boy into the ground before he mounts. Liam can smell the boy, a warm mix of life-blood and human from where he hides, watching, waiting. The wolf is the patient one, Liam just wants to taste. But he knew better, and he followed, creeping through the trees until he saw red in the form of a zip up jacket with a hood. Liam licked his lips.

He followed the boy, watched him through the weeks as he went for his jogs, leaving his sneakers muddy with grass sticking to the bottom; sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat in a blatant invitation. He followed him on his walks out of the woods, back home. Liam eventually followed him to his home, finding no scent of another mate, no one laying claim to the boy, just the older stench of parents and the faint smell of a brother gone.

The boy went to sleep each night, and sometimes he pleasured himself. The wolf listened, closed his eyes, and waited, claws leaving gouges in the tree opposite the boy’s bedroom. Liam waited, eyes blown black as he watched the boy arch his back, throat bared, skin sweaty, mouth open and wet. The sight made him hungry, made him want to climb through the window and pounce on him, make him gasp out his name. But Liam didn’t, he forced himself to walk away, back to the woods. Despite how much he wanted to touch, to taste, and to bite.

Soon it wasn’t enough to watch the boy at night. So Liam ventured out of his woods in the daylight, clawed hands hidden in his pockets and trailed after his boy. He learned his human name, speaking it softly to himself as he watched; ready to keep his boy, his Niall safe. Liam found it funny that even human predators could pick up on the thing in Niall, the thing that called monsters to him. He intervened when a pack of boys surrounded his boy, fighting their alpha first before throwing the others into the dirt. Niall was grateful, head bowed and eyes fixed on the earth as Liam stood in front of him.

“You’re not weak.” Liam whispered. His wolf’s pride swelled with the glow on Niall’s face, the blinding smile he fixed him with. He asked for his name, then he asked him to dinner. Asked him to…dinner. His parents weren’t home. They were alone. Liam couldn’t help but stand in the door frame, eyes on Niall as he took in the knowledge.

“You can uh, you can come in you know…” Niall was blushing, a pretty sight that Liam just wanted to lick off his cheeks before he bit down on his neck and lave it clean of blood, to mark and take and take until Niall was one of his own kind so that when the time came they could mate and mate and mate… “Uh, Liam?” The wolf tore his eyes from the boy’s body.

“Sorry.” He apologized as he smiled. There must have been something a little sharp, a little hungry in his smile because Niall’s breath stuttered with his heartbeat. His eyes flashed down, a submissive gesture that made Liam want to howl. When he looked back up he was smiling shyly, stepping back into the kitchen.

“Let’s see what I can find for dinner, eh?” He called back. It struck Liam how trusting his boy was, letting a beast into his den, into his home. Liam reached behind himself, closing the door, and locked it.

“I think I know what I’ll eat.” He responded.

…

Before Niall had time to run, Liam had him off the floor and against the wall, tongue pressing past his lips, hot and demanding. Niall had never been kissed, but he was sure this wasn’t how it was done. This wasn’t kissing. He felt like he was being eaten. He couldn’t struggle, because Liam had his arms trapped, legs spread over his thighs; the sensation made Niall tremble. The other boy chuckled against his mouth, tongue licking over his lips as he pulled away.

“You haven’t been touched.” Liam huffed. “But you want to be, don’t you?” Niall twisted in the stronger male’s grasp, whimpering when his left hand gripped both his wrists, holding them over his head. He was sniffing at Niall’s throat as his other hand undid the front of the boy’s jeans, pushing the cloth down just enough to reach in and press a hand underneath his boxers, feeling, touching. Niall keened, trying to rock up away from his hand. “Hush.” He whispered, voice low, commanding. The blonde’s breath caught in his throat, and he obeyed. Liam growled his approval, pulling his hand back and lapping at his fingers until they were slick with spit. He kept his eyes on Niall, grinning so every tooth was visible. Niall gasped, watching as Liam’s hand disappeared behind his pants again, wet fingers probing at his entrance. The blonde nearly choked when two blunt fingers pressed inside, scissoring at the muscle. He writhed, ass shuddering as he tried to yank away, but he didn’t have anywhere to go. If felt wrong, but it fell so good… After a few seconds he managed to relax enough to realize Liam was urging him to move into the stretch. “You’re lucky full moon isn’t here yet.” He growled, twisting his fingers and finding the bump inside Niall that made him see stars. “Or else I’d fuck you open and lick your tears up later. You’d look good with a hand shaped bruise on your neck.”

Niall groaned at the image, his cock jumping slightly in his boxers. Liam was instantly rougher, adding the third digit and forcing him to stretch around them. His body was telling him it was too much too fast. It was like Liam couldn’t care twice about Niall’s comfort, it reminded him of stories he’d heard of people getting fucked by animals who couldn’t give a damn if the person under them didn’t get off. Liam’s hand dropped his wrists, moving to rip his clothes open, giving him complete access to the boy. “Don’t tense up. It’ll hurt worse.” Niall didn’t have time to figure out what Liam meant before something much bigger than three fingers started splitting him open. He yelped, flailing, trying to get away, but Liam held him down and pushed in until he was nearly crying from it. “Take it. C’mon Niall take it. Breathe.”

Niall sucked in a breath, the pain easing. Liam moved both hands to his waist, rubbing soothing circles. The blonde slowly got used to his thrusts and jabs, panting, hands moving forward to grip Liam’s shoulders, blue eyes locking on his dark ones. They flashed red for a second, a toothy smirk growing on his face. Niall felt something bigger pressing at his rim, trying to get in. There was no way, absolutely no way. Liam’s thrusts got wilder as he inched the blonde up the wall. “On three.” He whispered, panting like a dog, face pressing into Niall’s throat. “I’ll push it in then, relax.”

“Liam, Liam stop…” Niall begged, throat raw already. “I can’t…please, I can’t…”

“You’re going to.” Liam huffed, pressing Niall down. “One.” Niall flailed again, shouting when Liam thrust his hips up immediately, his snarl drowning out Niall’s cry.  It hurt and it burned, feeling like Niall was being torn open. Liam kept jerking his hips, but he couldn’t move anymore, so he ended up moving Niall instead.

“The fuck is that?” Niall whimpered, he was shivering, trying to hold still.

“My knot.” Liam grunted, circling his hips. He scraped his fingernails across Niall’s stomach. “Do you know why a dog knots?” Niall panted, shaking his head. “The male knots to keep his seed in his bitch’s belly. So she has a better chance to breed his litter of puppies.”

“Shit…” Niall groaned, he watched Liam’s eyes go red again, teeth growing sharp.

“I’ll fuck you until your belly’s swollen and you’re leaking with my cum, you want my puppies in your belly Niall?” The blonde keened, rocking down onto Liam’s knot. It was bigger, pressing up into the spot deep inside him just right, making him hallucinate the births of stars. The idea of Liam breeding him made him tremble and the words died in his throat. He tried to hide his face in his arm. “What was that?” Liam’s face was wicked.

“Yes! Yes, okay! I want it!” Liam grunted, pressing the length of his body against Niall, pressing one hand into his belly, increasing the pressure there, mouth opening around the blonde’s throat. Finally, finally, his other hand wrapped around his cock. “Liam.” Niall didn’t recognize his voice. “Please!”

"I knew you’d be fucking pretty like this. Better than a girl." Liam’s hand jerked him unevenly, thumb rubbing over the slit before reaching down to press against his balls. "You’re skin’s so hot, and you squeeze me every time you breathe. I’m not even done painting your insides yet.” Niall came with a shout, jerking against Liam as he saw white. He couldn’t see, couldn’t think for several minutes. Liam was snarling, circling his hips and pressing up into him.

When the endorphin started to fade Niall’s entire body went sore. His ass was throbbing, chest burning. He whimpered, pressing close to the male holding him against the wall. Liam held him, perfectly still for several moments before leaning forward and snuffling at his neck, licking at his pulse, teeth grazing his skin in small movements before sinking down into the meat of his neck was a snarl. Niall screamed, jerking against the wall as Liam sucked on the bite mark, growling low in the back of his throat. When he pulled back, he grinned, teeth stained red.

“Now, now you’re fucking mine.”

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