I realized there isn't a lot of Scott x Liam content, so I took it upon myself to help with that, cause I love a good Dork x Jock ship!
Also, my first time writing a werewolf character/heat so go easy on me!
Rating:: 18+ // Explicit
Fandom:: Monster Prom
Themes/Kinks:: Heat // Cycle . Pet Names . Knotting
Scott was acting stranger than usual, he constantly fidgeted at his desk, tapping his leg, chewing his pens, and whimpering...
Okay, these are things Scott normally did, but he was doing them much more frequently. The only one who seemed to notice this change from the norm was Liam. While he was curious, he didn't bother asking the werewolf what was wrong, cause showing basic concern for your friends is way too mainstream. It wasn't until lunch that Liam got the answers out of him.
"Hey, Liam! Could you maybe call me a 'Good Boy'?"
Liam froze and looked up from his phone at the much bigger, and visibly worried, Scott.
"And for what reason would I call you that?" Liam asked with raised brows.
Scott's whimpers from earlier returned this time much louder.
"Bro, it's serious! Like, Really, really serious! Ultra serious!" Scott said his face becoming more and more panicked.
"I've had this weird...'feeling' all day like I haven't been a good boy! My heart’s been racing, my body feels hot, and I had sweat dripping down my forehead all class today! Sweat!"
He sounded real anxious about that last part.
"Oh man, what if I'm cursed!" Scott yelled out.
Liam scoffed and cocked his eyebrow. To him, this didn't sound like a curse. It sounded like the basic signs of werewolf heat.
Liam wondered why he was freaking out, shouldn't he have learned about this?
Then he remembered Scott didn't have parents, and he highly doubted, Scott's grandma was sexually active enough to warn him about it.
The only reason Liam knew this was cause of his "Monsters Culture" studies.
And if there's one thing he knew, it's that werewolves can get pretty fucking violent if they're in heat for too long.
Personally, he always thought that was a harmful stereotype, but not wanting to risk anything, neither the School's mortality rate increasing nor Scott's oblivious Innocence, Liam played along.
" Maybe you are? luckily I'm a connoisseur of curses,"
Scott didn't know what that meant, but Liam used a big word, so that must mean he knows something!
"Now Scott, has your Libido been more active?"
"Li-Bee-do?"
The jock's eyes began to stare off into space as he attempted to pronounce the word.
Sometimes Liam forgot Scott was...kinda dumb.
"Let me put this in words you can understand, Have you been hornier lately?"
A bit of blush appeared on the werewolf's face.
"Uh yeah, I think so..." He replied sounding embarrassed and confused.
"This is serious!" Liam gave a fake shocked expression.
"Scott you're cursed! And the only way to fix it is for me to call you a 'good boy'."
Scott paced for a bit and yelled.
"Dude! Please help get rid of this! Call me a 'good boy', please! Pllllease!"
Liam chuckled, Scott was weirdly cute when he begged!
"Ah-ah," The vampire tsked
"You have to earn it, or else it won't count." He smirked up at the jock.
"Ok, how do I earn it !?"
Liam didn't say anything he simply grabbed Scott's hand and led him to an empty class. Perfect!
Once they got inside, Liam sat Scott down on a desk and started taking off the taller boy's pants.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Scott asked his head cocked.
"We have to perform a very precise ritual," The purple male said as he got Scott down to his boxers.
"If done correctly you'll earn the title of 'Good Boy' and be free from this curse!" He said as he pulled Scott's boxers down revealing his sheath.
Scott stared down at himself.
"What am I supposed to-" Scott let out a deep moan as Liam slowly massaged his sack.
"Sshhh" The vampire softly whispered, still massaging the wolf.
"Just relax."
Soon enough his cock slowly un-sheathed itself.
Liam looked up into Scott's eyes, they were filled with lust. The smaller boy couldn't help but smile.
Soon enough, Liam pulled the tip into his mouth.
It didn't take long before Scott was moaning loudly.
"Oooh!" Scott moaned through clenched teeth.
Liam continued with his job. Slowly, he pushed down onto his cock.
Scott arched his back at the feeling. He'd never been touched like this before! His entire body felt hot and free.
He'd never done this before, but something was telling him to grab Liam's hair, so he did!
He grabbed onto Liam's bun and forced him down further.
Liam felt the large cock slide down farther and deeper into his throat. While he was giving into the conventional idea of Vampires being good at head. He didn't care!
He felt himself about to go crazy, and honestly part of him wanted to give in but he knew what needed to be done.
He slowly slid off the bigger man's cock, with a loud sloppy *Plop*.
Before Scott could say anything, Liam got up and stripped down his pants.
The werewolf sat and blushed, seeing the other man strip.
When Liam finished he leaned onto a desk, presenting his ass.
Scott stared for a bit before he finally understood what he was supposed to do.
"Ooooh."
He said out loud as he got up and stood behind Liam.
Scott wrapped his hand around the purple boy's waist while using the other to line himself up.
Soon enough he pushed inside Liam, moaning as he closed his eyes.
He thrust his hips forward, gaining a small moan from Liam.
"Faster!" The smaller boy commanded, not even looking back.
Scott complied, he went faster, and his movement became sporadic.
As his thrusts grew erratic his grip on Liam tightened, his claws digging into his purple skin.
The jock's thrusts were almost painful but it felt amazing.
"Yes!" Liam screamed.
Scott kept going, each thrust growing rougher with each passing second, but he slowed down a bit after a while.
Liam turned around to ask what was wrong. That's when he felt it, Scott's knot slowly but surely making its way inside him.
Scott moaned loudly when he finally connected, his fingers dug into the other’s sides, causing a few bruises to form.
His pace quickened and he thrusted harder with each passing second.
"Yeah!" Liam shouted excitedly.
Scott was now on fire, Thankfully not literally this time, he was ready to cum.
With one final thrust, his knot shot past Liam's prostate and he came inside.
Liam felt every drop of cum spill into him and smiled as he held back his orgasm.
Scott collapsed onto his back, panting heavily against his purple skin.
After a couple of minutes of silence, Liam spoke up.
"Good boy!" He turned and petted Scott's head.
Scott turned and smiled at the pet name.
"But you're still cursed!"
Liam smirked, if there's one other thing he knew about heat, it's that they don't just go away after one fuck session.
"Oh well, looks like we'll have to try again."
Scott took a deep breath and smiled.
"Alright, anything to be a 'Good boy'!"
This was going to be a fun week for both of them!
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your brows furrow as you sigh, glaring at your boyfriend who’s eyes stayed focused on his device, fingers typing away for the past ten minutes. you’re slightly sitting up, your back against the end of the sofa and a small bat plushie, legs strayed along on rafe lap.
you push your calves hard down against rafe’s thighs, a small grumble passing your lips. “yes?” your boyfriend asks, feeling the pressure of it. “miss you,” you confess, mischievous smile lacing your face.
“i’m right here,” he replies, removing one hand from his phone to squeeze one of your socked feet. “no you’re basically not,” you prompt, fiddling your foot out of his hold, pushing yourself up to crawl on his lap, legs strapped at the sides of his waist as you take your seat.
“i want attention,” you sigh, tilting your head to the side. “wow, shocker.” he chuckles mockingly, shoving his phone in his pocket and placing his arms around your waist, leaning his head back on the sofa, apple head bobbing when he swallows. you twitch, looking down at his neck.
you truly act on impulse, simply wanting to express your love on rafe — leaning in as your teeth soft dig into your boyfriend’s flesh, humming as you bite down. it wasn’t the first time you did this, rafe almost completely used to your strange ways of conveying love. when you lightly tug on his skin, he squeezes your waist. “careful alright? think you’re watching too much.. twilight or some stupid shit.” he hisses slightly, pulling your necklace from the back to tug you off.
you pout, scowling almost as you push your hips down to make a small bounce on his lap — a replacement for what could have been a stomp against the ground. “i wanna bite you,” you add rather obviously, his neck adorned with a stain of your lipstick and teeth marks.
“‘kay, i know little miss vampire, that’s fine but i got stuff to do later. business things to run.. i-i can’t be leaving the house looking like a damn.. animal tried to attack me,” he prompts, caressing your cheek to make up for his slightly harsh tone.
you groan, rolling your eyes lightheartedly and turning your head away. “business smidgeness.” you complain, crossing your arms. “mhm, exactly.” he proceeds, ignoring your sarcasm. “wanna buy your things don’t you? that’s what it takes.” he forcibly uncrosses your arms, pushing you to his chest. “fix your face.” he mumbles.
you nod, easily relaxing in his hold, head rested up on his shoulder. “ugh. okay.. fine,” you accept, pressing only a small kiss on his skin. “but i’ll get my loving later.” you giggle.
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France 1670
Jacques took a moment to compose himself, his undead complexion almost lively with the amount of fresh blood he had ingested already this evening. He smiled, taking a moment past recovery to enjoy the view of the hunting ground, then raised his glass in salute. First to King Louis for being such a willing host, then to the family head Tiberius for arranging the idea in the king's head. Steady on his feet again Jacques licked his lips, time to move on to the main dish of the evening. A brief glance found her at the edge of the party just as she had said. She was a cute and pure little thing from his own province around Orleans, though it had surprised him that he had never been introduced to her on one of his tours, who had been brought to Versailles by her uncle, a gardener, to be introduced into society. Same old story and not worth a second thought normally, but if ever a girl had je ne sais quoi it was she. Pure and as chaste as can be, but unknowingly enticing, demure while also naively blunt. Yes, Jaques licked his lips again, she will make a perfect meal. As he was about to reach where she was standing, what was her name again? Charlotte maybe, she saw him and bashfully hid behind her fan and gestured to the path behind her. Good, the subtle hints he had dropped on their garden walks about a particular secluded gazebo seem to have stuck. The girl, Caroline? Stepped down the path. Allowing himself a self satisfied smile mixed with a bit of disappointment at how easy this all had been, ‘oh well,’ Jacques thought to himself ‘at least she should be tasty.’ Taking his time he arrives at the Gazebo and frowns in confusion, the girl, Colette? Stepping onto the platform he looks around and the confusion clears as he sees her shawl hanging from a hedge leading deeper into the garden and farther from the palace. Jacques casually plucks the shawl from the hedge pricking his finger in the process, he lifts the shawl to his nose and inhales the scent. So the young maiden knows something of seduction after all, he observes as he catches sight of another white garment up a head glittering in the moonlight beckoning at the next intersection, a sleeve this time. Shoes follow the sleeve, a necklace that glitters almost supernaturally leads to a layer of the skirt. As each part of the garment leads deeper Jacques grows frustrated, how dare this scamp toy with him thus, this is his game. He pauses to listen, seeking to end this charade with a show of his power and superiority as a Vampire of this traipsing little snack that dares be so bold. There, her fluttering heartbeat trembling with excitement soon to be extinguished after he reveals just who is in charge of this situation. The moon, which had been so bright dips behind a cloud as Jacques puts preternatural burst of speed, snatching the neck of the young girl sitting on a bench by a hedge wall that rises to almost a single story in the darkness. “Got you,’ Jacques whispers sinisterly, before registering the wrongness of the situation. No smell of trembling fear, no change in the fluttering heart, and there is blood dripping down his hand, but it is from his body as the thin wires of silver and iron cut into his long dead flesh. With a hiss he recoils and distant lights flicker into life bathing the hedge alley in just enough light to transport Jacques back several hundred years to the siege of Orleans. This alley of thick hedges could almost be the very one he had been embarrassed by that rouge English Vampire
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