Liam Dunbar Imagines

Brother's Best Friend

Liam smiled when you hurried down stairs, your brother to occupied with attacking Liam's character as the werewolf's attention was stolen from the video game.

"(Y/N) I need you home early I have to work the nightshift." Your mother called as you grabbed your bag and waved at Liam with a smile.

"Ok but I'll need you to pick me up and drop Brett off." You called back. Liam's mood soured instantly. You were perfect, everything about you was idolised by the boy, you'd calm him when he was angry and more than not he'd jerk awake sweaty and tempted by dirty thoughts.

You didn't see Liam again until the next day at school which was odd, he was forever underfoot, doting on you like a lost puppy. You'd grown accustom to his attention but payed it no mind as you headed to the lacrosse field where everyone was heading to see the rival teams meet.

"(Y/N), you need to get Liam out of here!" Someone called and you were pushed you through the crowd until you found Liam and Brett staring each other down.

"Liam come on." You hummed, pushing his chest until his attention snapped to you, letting you lead him back to your house to take his mind off missing the game.

"I wasn't going to lose control." Liam grunted at you as you made a drink.

"Sure, you weren't." You snickered which made him almost pout as you hopped up to sit on the edge of the table. "Besides Brett would have torn you apart and we can't have a cutie like you getting hurt."

"No, he wouldn't!" Liam growled and reached forwards, nuzzling into your neck before coating your skin in kisses and love bites.

"Liam!" You gasped and he stopped, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Please (Y/N), why him and not me?" He mumbled, his hand guiding yours to the growing bulge in his underwear.

"You're my brother's best friend." You muttered and he rolled his eyes.

"I won't tell him, he doesn't even know I like you." Liam told you as he scrambled to tug his jeans and boxers to his ankles. "Please (Y/N) I... like you a lot." He blushed a bright red as you stroked his hair and kissed him.

"This isn't a thing, we're not... dating." You warned and he nodded.

"Whenever you feel like it and just before a full moon... it's when I think about you the most." He admitted which made you smiled as he pushed your skirt up, claws gliding through the fabric off your underwear, letting you pull his shirt of his head as he got rid of your own.

One of your feet feel to the chair tucked under the table while the other leg wrapped around Liam's waist, he pulled you closer to the edge of the table, slowly sinking into you, his arms wrapping around you as he thrusted into you with a soft pace.

The feeling was utterly different from the few flings you'd had with Brett, Liam's soft gentleness contrasted Brett's quick roughness. Liam was lost in the feel of you, the way you clenched around him if he hit the right spot, the small gasps and moans you made when he sucked on the sweet spot behind your ear while bucking his hips.

Liam's gentle caress turned to sloppy jerks of his hips as he hunted for his release, his breath quickening as you leant up to wrap your arms around his neck, whispering in his ear as he buried himself inside you and lost it, a snarl taring from him as he pushed you both you your highs.

"You don't need to fuck Brett now you have me." He gasped, flashing you a cheeky grin.

"Maybe you're right." You sighed with an eye roll when he cheered and kissed your cheek.