Werewolf BF Freddie 2 (complete)

    No wonder Hearthway Hollow felt so different to you. By all accounts, it was an ordinary town, but it had a major secret to it. It was a town for werewolves. When Billy told you everything, he told you that, usually, a were will leave gifts as a sign they intend to court. 

    “Actually,” he says, looking at the massive stack of flowers in your yard, “it’s animals.”

    “Like cats and goats?” You ask.

    He chuckles. “No,” he shakes his head. “More like deer, elk, boar, sometimes even a bear or two.”

    You furrow your brow, the information not quite clicking. “What would I do with a deer or a whoa…” you stop and your jaw drops. “They hunt?”

    Billy nods. “It’s an old way of showing that they’re able to provide for you and the future family you’ll have,” he says. “Now obviously, considering they left all those flowers, they’re intending to show their intent, but maybe killing animals ain’t the best way to show that.”

    “Thank goodness,” you sigh. “I probably would have lost my shit if I found a dead bear on my porch.”

    Billy chuckles, a slight grin on his face. “Yeah, well, now that you’re in on the know,” he grunts. “It isn’t your place to go around asking who is and who ain’t a werewolf. It’s rude and won’t be tolerated,” he warns. “Furthermore, we expect this secret to stay put. We already had to silence someone who tried to spread it.”

    Your eyes grow wide. “Oh?” You shudder.

    Billy laughs and grins. “We didn’t hurt him. He’s actually a best selling author now,” he tells you. “Selling our secrets as a fiction series.”

    “Really?” You flinch.

    Billy shrugs. “Kind of tongue in cheek, you know? But it’s easier that way. Makes it seem like an in-joke to us.”

    You nod. “I get it. And I promise,” you gasp, holding your hands up. “I would never tell. Honestly, I don’t know who would even believe me.” You run your fingers through your hair. “This is all a bit hard for me to believe.”

    “I can show you if you like,” Billy replies.

    Your eyes flick up to him, and you see the smug smile on his face. “You?” You gasp. “Really?”

    He chuckles and nods. “Adam is our Alpha,” he replies. “He owns the butcher’s shop downtown. He’s a wonderful kid if you ever need to talk to someone about this town he’s the person to go to. Another would be Mrs. Locklear, she’s sort of the number two around here.”

    You look him over. “What are you then? The brute squad?”

    Billy grins. “Nah that’s Mrs. Locklear too,” he laughs. “I’m a number two as well. Mrs. Locklear and I work as a right and left hand to Adam.”

    You sigh and scratch at your scalp. “Ok then uhm-” you look back at Billy. “I honestly have no clue what to ask or even just say.”

    Billy shrugs. “Nothing really needs to be said. Weres are human until they shift, and then you’ve just a fur problem.”

    You smile and nod. “That makes sense.”

    He stands up and goes back to the door. “Do you mind if I take some of those flowers to Maria?” He asks.

    You shake your head. “Go right ahead.”

    Billy leaves, and you sit there, staring at the table, still quite confused. Your phone then chimes as you’re in the middle of deep thought and you see a message from Freddie.

    “Ok, I’ve got a great idea for tonight!” His message reads.

    You glance out your window to the flowers and then back to your phone. “Ok, I can’t wait. I hope you slept well.”

    “Too well,” he texts back quickly. “What about you?”

    “Just fine,” you answer. “Kind of just getting started.”

    You make a few calls, seeing if there would be anyone who would want your giant pile of flowers. A few people come, taking what they want and soon the stack goes down pretty far. You get ready for your date with Freddie that evening, wondering what he has planned.

    Your heart is hammering, you’re so excited to see him again, and yet you’re nervous. This is your real first date in a long time. Also, there is the idea of a werewolf intending to court you. Billy told you not to worry too much about it, but you can’t help but think about them and their intentions.

    You’re feeling a little bold, so you’re wearing a lace crop top with a high waisted skirt, and wonder that you have a short leather jacket. You keep looking in the mirror, posing and wondering if you should change. You are on the chubby side, and the bit of skin that shows between the crop top and the skirt makes you second guess yourself. As you’re about to step back into your closet, there’s a knock at your door.

    Mild panic sets in as you go to the door, answering it. Freddie is standing there, he has a big smile on his face that vanishes as he looks at you. You move your arm to cover yourself, and you drop your head down.

    “Oh no,” Freddie whispers.

    You duck your head. “Sorry I just-”

    “You’re too hot,” Freddie groans. “How am I supposed to focus? How am I supposed to remain proper? I’m gonna have to go and bathe in ice.”

    You chuckle, lifting your head back up to see the grin on Freddie’s face. “Really?” You hold out your arms, posing for him.

    Freddie reaches out, touching your waist as you pose for him. “Really,” he says. “You look great.”

    You dip down, kissing him and having to pull away, so you didn’t indulge. “Well, what did you have in mind?” You ask, tucking a loose wave behind your ear.

    “First,” he says. “We’ll go see a movie.” He takes your hand as you walk out the door. “After that, drinks, dinner, whatever you’d like. I kind of went basic for the first date. Figured I’d get fancy with the third, fifth, wedding.”

    You chuckle as your cheek burns. “You think tonight is going to go all that well?”

    Freddie shrugs. “I can dream big, can’t I?”

    You squeeze his hand, walking with him to his car. He opens your door for you and everything. At the theatre, he holds your hand the entire time. You lean against him. You even place your hand on his thigh.

    After you leave the movie, he grabs you, pulling you aside and kissing you. “That hand on my thigh was a mean trick!”

    You giggle, kissing him again. “Was it?”

    He takes your hand, and you go to a nice restaurant. You take a seat outside where you’re able to look at the stars. You order drinks and talk about the movie. You cut up and laugh the entire time.

    “So tell me,” Freddie murmurs. “How am I doing so far?”

    You beam. “Great,” you answer.

    “Compared to other first dates,” he scoots his chair close to you. “I’m feeling a bit cocky,” he says. “I’m just being curious.”

    You smile, glancing down into your drink and then back into his big, brown eyes. “It’s the best.” you then shrug. “I’ve not had the best track record when it comes to dates.”

    Freddie frowns. “Oh?”

    You sigh and nod. “It was hard to find dates as it was. And the few I went on before I moved here were,” he flinch at the thought. “It was more a fetish thing than a common interest.”

    Freddie grimaces and takes your hand. He kisses your palm and wrist then nuzzles his cheek into your cupped hand. “I know what that’s like,” he murmurs. “A little too well,” he grumbles and kisses your palm again. He then sets you hand down, lacing his fingers with yours.

    “It was back in school,” he mutters. “College I mean,” he sighs and shakes his head. “It really makes me sick to think back on it now.”

    You nod and squeeze his hand. “We don’t have to talk about it now.”

    Freddie looks back up at you and smiles. “Yeah true,” he takes a drink and sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Let’s go back to how I’m the best.”

    You laugh and kiss his cheek. 

    As the night wears on, he takes you back home. You linger in his car outside your house, not really wanting to part for the night. You reach out, putting your hand on his thigh. He looks up at you, a calm, quiet look on my face. You lean in, kissing him hungrily. You’ve never felt such a need for another person before. You want to be touched by him, held by him. You want him so badly it feels like you’d suffocate without him. It all feels silly and like a romance novel, but as your kiss deepens your hunger, you can’t help it. 

    You moan as Freddie kisses your neck and tugs away your jacket so he can get at more skin. You feel hot and hungry. When he kisses your lips again, you part his lips and swirl your tongue in his mouth. His teeth feel sharp and dangerous, and as you lick them, you taste blood. You pull back, touching your lip where he bit. 

    “Hey,” you pant. “Not too rough.”

    He sits up, leaning in and lick the blood away from your mouth. His eyes are bright yellow and glowing as you look at them. He snarls, pushing in and kissing you again.

    There’s a knock on the car window, and Freddie lurches back. He opens the window, and Billy leans in.

    “Ma’am, is this punk assaulting you?” Billy laughs.

    “Fucking really?” Freddie snaps.

    “Go inside,” Billy growls. “No one wants to see that from anybody.” He slaps the roof of the car and walks away laughing.

    Freddie huffs and looks back at you. “First Tiny, now him.”

    You smirk, licking your lip where he bit. “I’m not going to transform now am I?” You ask.

    Freddie glances at you and shakes his head. “No, that’s not how that works,” he admits shyly. “Sorry, I got too excited.”

    You kiss him again, softer this time. “It’s ok,” you whisper. 

    He whimpers softly, giving up the biggest puppy dog eyes. “I don’t want to go,” he whispers. “But I don’t want to rush it.”

    “I want you too,” you kiss him again. “But maybe we should wait.” You get out of the car and Freddie leads you to the door. His face is flushed, and you notice him fidgeting. “I’d invite you in,” you say. “But I’m afraid I wouldn’t behave very well.”

    “You wouldn’t?” Freddie scoffs. “I’m ready to grab you up and take you into the woods.” He grins brightly. 

    “Aren’t we a horny pair?” You snort. You dip down and kiss again before you say goodnight. You both linger, not wanting to say goodbye. You go inside, sighing and touching your lips. You want to taste him more, you want to feel him all over you.

    It’s a long sleepless night, even after a cold shower. You text all Sunday with Freddie happily giggling at sweet messages and bad puns. You’re excited to see him again, wanting to invite him over that evening. But you know it could lead to something, and you’re not sure you’re ready no matter what your body or libido tells you.

    “I want to see you,” Freddie messages. “I’m crazy for you. Do I have to wait until Monday? Really?”

    You bite your lip. “I want to see you too,” you tell him. 

    “We can behave,” Freddie says. “We can do this.”

    “Come over,” you tell him. “Bring pizza, and we’ll watch movies.”

    “Five feet apart because we’re cool like that,” he replies.

    You grin and fidget, cupping your hand between your thighs. “Oh fuck,” you whisper to yourself. “This is going to be hard.”

    Freddie knocks on your door, carrying pizza and another bag. You greet him with a kiss, making sure it’s light and brief.

    “Thanks for having me,” he says. He’s wearing jeans with holes in them, and a tight t-shirt that’s super soft. 

    “Of course,” you smile, noticing his eyes lingering on your legs.

    “Best behavior,” he says.

    You nod in agreement. “We will be on our best behavior for sure.”

    He smiles and pulls out beer from the other bag. “That’s why I brought these,” he chuckles. He sits down on the sofa, laying the pizza on the coffee table. 

    You sit down beside him, curling your legs under you as you switch on the television. You turn on a streaming station, and you both argue over what to watch. Freddie wants to watch some cartoon movie, while you have a bad horror film you’ve been dying to watch.

    “Why that?” Freddie argues.

    “I don’t want to watch it alone!” You scoff. “I want to see it, but I know if I do I’ll be scared after it’s over.”

    Freddie smirks at you. “Really?”

    You nod. “It’s not scary at the time, but afterward, when it’s all soaked into the brain, I get scared.” You admit.

    “You’re so cute,” Freddie kisses you, and he tastes like beer and pizza. “Turn it on,” he growls.

    You smirk, kissing him back as you tap the remote. 

    Right near the very start of the movie, there’s a sex scene. You feel embarrassed and squeamish watching it. For one, it’s in bad taste. For two, you’re sitting right beside the person you want to be having sex with. You look at Freddie from the corner of your eye. They’re watching the television like no problem like there aren’t two people pantomiming sex on the screen.

    You look back and feel Freddie’s hand on your thigh. They squeeze, pulling it, so you place your legs in their lap. He bites back a major grin as he pets and strokes your legs. You try to ignore it and watch the movie.

    “This is really bad?” Freddie chuckles about halfway through.

    “Yeah, it is,” you snicker. “It’s terrible.”

    Freddie glances at you. “Why did you want to watch this?”

    You shrug. “It looks funny. I thought it might be worth a chuckle or two.” You meet his gaze. “We can turn it off if you want.”

    Freddie pets your legs, his hand petting dangerously between your thighs, touching sensitive skin. You can feel the warmth of his hand close to your groin. 

    “Nah, it’s fine,” he says. “We’re at this point, might as well finish.” He’s tormenting you, and you realize that now. His hand will get threateningly close and then pull away. Oh, he’s good at being bad.

    As the end of the movie nears, your mind is far, far away. In fact, you can’t remember what happened two seconds ago. All you can think about is Freddie and his hands on your legs. As the credits roll, Freddie grunts, moving your legs aside and standing up. He stretches, and his back pops. 

    “Well, I should get going.”

    “No!” You gasp then snap back. “I mean-”

    Freddie licks his lips. “Are you scared?”

    You nod, even though you weren’t watching the movie enough to be scared. “Yeah. Uhm, don’t go just yet. Maybe one more movie?”

    Freddie sits back down on the couch. “Ok, one more.” 

    You agree on a movie, and you place yourself, so you’re leaning on Freddie’s side. He puts his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder and back as the movie starts. You lay your hand on his chest, feeling his heart fluttering like a hummingbird wing.

    Looking up, you see Freddie is biting his lip. He looks like he’s having an internal argument with himself and losing. You sit up, kissing him and sucking his bottom lip.

    “We shouldn’t-” Freddie moans.

    “I know but-” you kiss again, hungry and desperate. You fall back with Freddie on top you, and you wrap your arms around him. You want him so badly you can’t stand it.

    Freddie pulls back, panting hard. “Wait,” he moans. “I should-” he takes off his shirt, and you touch his chest. You run your fingers along the scars on his chest and down his stomach. He’s small, but he’s so sexy.

    You pull up your shirt, showing him you’ve been braless. Your breasts and small but the nipples are puffy. Freddie groans, losing the argument in his head. He plunges down, kissing and licking your chest. You arch your back, pressing closer to his hot mouth. He bites and sucks, tasting you and snarling.

    When he lifts back up, you see he’s started to shift. He looks bigger and wolfish. He’s growing fur, and his body is changing. You watch as Freddie transforms into a big, terrifying werewolf.

    “Oh wow,” you moan.

    Freddie pants and growls. “Is this ok?”

    You sit up, kissing him and running your fingers through his milk tea color fur. “Of course,” you whisper.

    Freddie eases you back down onto the sofa, kissing down your chest and tugging off your shorts. You panties are tented, and the front is wet from your precum. Freddie licks the front of your panties, and you feel the heat of his mouth through the fabric. He pushes aside your panties, kissing your belly and ribs. He then swirls his tongue around your cock, moaning softly.

    “Anh-” you moan, back arching up.

    “Sensitive?” Freddie chuckles. He kisses your soft belly and up your sides again.

    You nod. “Extremely,” you moan. You sit up, kissing him and running your hands down his chest. “Can we-” you voice cracks. “Can we do the woods thing?”

    Freddie grins. “Are you sure?” He pants.

    “I mean,” you chuckle and smile anxiously. “What would you like?”

    “Just you,” he whispers. “Your warm, soft body wrapped around me. His voice is moaning into your ear. I want to make you feel so much pleasure you’ll be happy forever.”

    You swallow and shudder. “Oh wow,” you whisper.

    “I’m on fire,” Freddie moans. “All because of you.” He touches your cheek. “Not just because you’re sexy and beautiful,” he says. “You make me laugh. You make me feel like I’m important. With you, I’m more than I ever was.”

    You take hold of his paw, kissing it and looking up at him. “That’s how I feel with you. I feel so good when I’m with you.”

    Freddie kisses you, picking you up and carrying you outside and into the trees. He lays you down on a bed off moss and kisses your neck and cheek. His soft fur rubs against your body, and you hold him. You moan softly as he touches you, rubbing himself against you. You feel his heat, his desire. It’s dripping wet and so inviting.

    “Is this ok?” Freddie whispers. 

    You smile, stroking his cheek. “It’s very ok,” you whisper.

    Freddie dips down, kissing you as he straddles your hips. He then lifts back up, slowly impaling himself upon you. 

    Freddie moans as he takes you inside. He shivers, and his jaws drop. “Anh-” he whimpers. “It’s...been a while,” he chuckles.

    You look up at him. “Wait then.” You ease him back down onto the moss beside you. You snuggle up against him. “We don’t have to do this all in one go,” you whisper. You reach down, gently rubbing his folds and touching his plump clit.

    “But I want to-” he whimpers and sighs. “I wanted to-”

    “You don’t have to prove anything to me,” you whisper. You look up at him, meeting his blowing, yellow eyes. “I just want to be with you.”

    Freddie touches you, rubbing his paw to your cock while you touch him. You both kiss and moan, enjoying each other. You moan and sigh. Freddie’s paw feels so good wrapped around you. His inner walls squeeze around your fingers, and his back suddenly arches. 

    “I’m gonna cum,” Freddie groans.

    You whimper feeling the heat pool in your belly. “Me too,” you gasp, your thighs already starting to buck and shudder.

    You feel him clamp around your fingers and he howls out. You whimper, burying your face into his chest as your cum coats your belly and his fingers. 

    You both lay there, panting and sighing. You look up, watching as clouds move away from the moon. You curl up beside Freddie as he wraps you up in his arms. After a few moments, he carries you back home, and you lay in bed together. He shifts back to normal and seems surprised when you don’t stop cuddling him.

    “That was,” he says after a long while, “the best.”

    You kiss him softly. “It really was.”

    He touches your cheek, gazing up lovingly at you. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I didn’t realize how nervous I was until I was in the moment.”

    You kiss him again. “I was nervous too,” you whisper. “Being with someone and feeling so strongly for them. It’s nerve wracking, but I’m glad we did it.”

    Freddie nods. “Me too.”

    You lay your head back down on his chest. “When the time is right, we’ll do more. No rush at all.”

    “I know,” he murmurs.

    You fall asleep together, and it’s the best night’s rest you’ve ever had. In the morning, you wake up feeling refreshed and amazing. You watch Freddie sleep, admiring how lovely he is. You kiss his neck, and he moans softly. You kiss down his chest and his breath flutters. You glance up, seeing he’s still pretending to be asleep. 

    You kiss his neck again and his ear. “Wake up,” you purr. 

    He groans. “No.”

    “We have work,” you tell him. “It’s Monday.”

    He rolls over and glares at you. “How dare you?”

    You chuckle, kissing him as he pulls you back down onto the bed. You hook your leg around his waist and laugh as he bites your neck and shoulder.

    “Stop,” you cackle. “Don’t!”

    He growls hungrily, biting and kissing to his heart’s content. “I’m not ready to share you today,” he moans. “After last night, I’m not ready to go back out there.”

    You touch his face as he looks into your eyes. “I don’t want to either,” you whisper.

    He kisses you, pressing his warm body against yours. 

    After a lot of back and forth arguing with yourselves about getting up, you finally do. You get dressed and go to Freddie’s house so he can change. Afterward, you go and get breakfast.

    You walk into work together, holding hands. Freddie’s mom is grinning as you walk in.

    “You two look happy.” She says as if near joyous tears. “Have a good weekend?”

    You smile up at Freddie, realizing he’s all you want. “I did,” you reply. 

    “The absolute best,” Freddie agrees, squeezing your hand tight. “It’s only getting better from here.”