Cody Fern And Character Imagines and Preferences

😈In The Heat Of The Moment😈

⚠️Warning⚠️ smut and swearing

Y/N's POV:

For the past two days, I have been avoiding Michael. Why? Because tonight is a full moon and whenever there's a full moon, werewolves go into heat. Michael and I have only just started dating, I've been too nervous to tell him.

So right now I'm locked in my room, ignoring Michael's phone calls. I hated this feeling, it was almost painful and his visits. I was watching tv to try and distract myself, when there was a knock on my front door.

I groaned ripping my blanket off me and walked out my room. But before I could get any closer to the door, i smelt a familiar sent......Michael. My heart started beating faster, a tingling feeling flowed through my body and my hands started to shake.

"Baby I know you're home, I haven't heard from you in two days. I'm really worried" he called out from the outside. I could hear the concern in his voice, I felt guilty for making him feel that way.

I sighed and walked to the front door, hesitantly I opened the door slightly. I looked to see him standing there, dressed in all black.....fuck he looked so damn good. Just looking at him made my hormones go crazier.

"Ugh hey Michael" I said above a whisper, not looking him in the eye.

"What's wrong? And don't lie to me, please" he asked sternly. I gulped and opened the door wider for him to come in. He walked into the lounge room, me following behind.

I was silent for a while, feeling my nerves rise with each breathe I took.

"Okay, so you know what I am right?" I asked, looking into his blue eyes.

"Yeah, you're a werewolf. Why is there something wrong? You know I don't care what you are" he explained, which made my heart melt.

"No I know Mike, but there's something that happens to werewolves on a specific day of the month" I explained slowly, I saw him nod in understanding.

"Is it bad? This monthly thing" he asked.

"No it's not bad...okay I'm just gonna say it. On a full moon, all werewolves go into heat" I rushed out, not looking at him. It was silent for a few seconds, until I felt a hand grab my face softly, making me face him.

"Why didn't you just tell me? I would've understood" he said softly.

"You don't understand Michael, you have no idea of the effect you have on me. Your scent, your voice, your lips, the feeling of your skin. It drives me fucking crazy, especially at times like this" by now I was standing up and pacing. That was until Michael grabbed me, smashing his lips to mine.

I melted instantly, his lips were so soft and full. He tasted of maple syrup and strawberries. The taste of Ms Mead's famous french toast. I whined when Michael pulled away.

"Let me help you baby, I hate to see you suffer" he mumbled against my pouted lips. In response, I pressed my lips on his plump ones.

Michael pushed me against the nearest wall, pressing his groin against mine. I moaned against his lips and started grinding against him. My need for him got stronger and I wanted to rip his clothes off.

"Fuck Michael I need you so fucking bad" I moaned, already wet for him. And I know Michael could tell.

So he led me to the couch, placing me down. Both of us ripping each other's clothes off. Michael didn't waste time and slammed right into me, making me scream in pleasure.

The feeling of him inside me was incredible. I could feel my inner werewolf show, my eyes changed a yellow colour and my claws appeared and dug themselves in Michael's back, drawing blood.

"Fuck Michael, don't hold back. Oh fuck" i moaned loudly, Michael bit into my neck roughly.

I felt him pound faster into me, the coil in my stomach tightens as his cock hit my g-spot over and over. Michael groaned loudly as I clenched around him.

"Fuck baby, that's it. You feel so good" he growled in my ear.

I could feel my release coming, so I grabbed Michael's hand and wrapped it around my neck. His grip immediately tightening, making me growl.

"F-Fuck Michael, I'm so fucking close" I screamed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the intense pleasure Michael was giving me.

"Come on baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock" my scream was mixed with a growl from my inner werewolf. I came hard, Michael not far behind.

With one last thrust, Michael collapsed onto my chest, both of us out of breathe.

"Do you feel better baby?" He asked softly against my wet skin.

"Definitely, thank you so much Michael" I said, smiling brightly.

"Anything for you my love" he mumbled sweetly.