𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝙸:𝙸 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑é𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚝

★𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘦𝘴★

(( Tim is a werewolf in this story. Your heating is broken and Tim is the hottest guy you know. Literally. SMUT WARNING))

"Goddammit!" I threw my book on the table as I heard my old heater sputter and start to bust. 

This would be the third time this week. I was able to make it work a few times. But I don't have the funds to buy a new heater, let alone pay for the repairs on the one I already had. I went into my bedroom and straight to my dresser, opening the top drawer and grabbing a pair of thick socks, then opening another drawer getting my favorite hoodie. I let my hair down out of its ponytail. 

This made me a little warmer. But it didn't do the job completely. I hated it. I began to think of people I could call. Maybe let me stay the night. Or maybe if they had a portable heater I could borrow. 

Tim. I immediately thought. He would be able to help me. 

Y/N: Hey, it's Y/N. Do you think you could help me out? My heater finally kicked the bucket. 

Not long after I sent the text, I got a response. 

Tim: I can head over and see if I can fix it.

I was quick to respond. 

Y/N: Thank you so so much. 

Around 30 minutes later, I heard a knock at the door, and I rushed to open it. 

"Hey, Tim!" I greeted. 

He gave me a friendly smile. "Hey! Broken heater, huh?"

"Yeah, come on in." I stepped aside to let him in. 

He stepped inside, hands in his pockets. His hair was messy as always. 

"Jeez, it really is cold in here. We better get to work before you become a popsicle."

I laughed at his words, pointing him in the direction of the tools. 

Time passed quickly, as we joked around while Tim tried to fix the heater. We talked about basic stuff, making jokes about him and I's past adventures. Although I would never admit it, I wanted to do this all the time. I wanted to see him more often. I want to be his... but he has so many girls chasing after him all the time... why would he want anything to do with me?

"Damn, Y/N, I don't think that I can fix this thing. I don't think it's gonna come back from the dead."

"That's ok, Tim. At least you tried. Thank you." 

I got up and so did he. I hugged him tightly. It wasn't till then I realized how cold I truly was. I nuzzled into him without noticing. 

"You're really warm," I stated in spite of myself. "Do you wanna stick around? We can order pizza." I offered. 

"Sure, I don't have anything else planned." He pulled back from the hug, taking a seat on my couch. 

I sat to the spot next to him. 

"Raahhh!" He suddenly grabbed me, tickling me in the process, making me let out a loud laugh, snorting a bit afterward, which in turn made Tim laugh as well. 

He held me while we laughed. Our laughter began to die down. He looked into my eyes, I did the same. We inched closer and closer to each other. 

I knew what was going to happen. Did I want this to happen? Yes. Yes, I did. I had dreamt of this ever since I met him. We had known each other for like, 2 years tops. But yet I made no moves. Come on, Y/N. Don't pussy out now.

And I didn't. I leaned in, locking our lips. It was a small kiss, not lasting more than 10 seconds. When I pulled back... my stomach felt weird. I felt a strange pull. I wanted him. I needed him. 

He then pulled me in again, making the kiss more heated. Out of pure need, I began to mess with his button-up shirt, unbuttoning faster and faster as I got higher and higher. I pulled off his shirt. Now it was my turn. I wasn't going to lie, it was really awkward. I had on like 3 layers. 

After all of them were peeled off, my lips reattached to his. He let out a growl that sounded paranormal. But I paid no mind. 

"T-Tim." I pulled away from him. 

"Yeah?" He asked out of breath.

"I want you." 

"Took you long enough." He laughed, picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom, placing me on the bed gently. 

He then got on top of me. His eyes were now a vibrant gold, his voice dropping what seemed like 3 octaves. 

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked, concerned. 

"Yes. Why wouldn't I?"

"You know what I am. I was just making sure."

"You're a werewolf, yadda yadda claiming, so on so forth, now, please. Just take off your pants, Chalamet."

"Don't have to tell me twice," He laughed, taking off his pants and boxers in one swift movement.

I did the same. He kissed my neck, whispering harsh nothings into my ear as he began to insert himself. 

"Do you know how stunning you look right now?" 

His thrusts became more bold, making me whimper.

"God, you're so tight, puppy."

I blushed at the nickname. My fingers began to claw at his back, making him snap his hips harshly forward.

"You're mine, baby, and everybody is going to know once I leave hickeys all over that pretty little neck..."

He leaned down, kissing my neck roughly, leaving love bites as he continued thrusting. It was almost enough to make me cum on the spot. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby, are you close?" 

I nodded my head, whimpering.

"Cum with me baby.... 3...2...1,"

I let out a loud moan as he did the same. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. He clung tightly to me.

We held onto each other for what seemed like hours. My head was nuzzled into his chest as his arms were wrapped around me, his fingers tracing shapes on the small of my back. 

"So does this mean I'm your mate or something?" I asked, looking up at him. "Isn't that how that works?"

"Technically, yes. But honestly, I feel like I claimed you a while ago. If I'm being honest, I've liked you since we met. But just recently, I can't get you off my mind."

"I feel the same may, Timmy." I nuzzled in deeper, "Wanna stay the night? You're like... really really warm. Like a human furnace."

"Anything for you. I mean, hey, at least you're warm now."