warning: 2.8k of filthy, filthy smut
You groaned at the sight of your blank phone screen, foot tapping in anticipation of when you’d hear from Shawn next.
It only took a few days into your relationship to discover he was a werewolf. Though he didn’t flaunt it like the others you’d encountered, he had a lovely habit of purring whenever you came into physical contact with him and it was pretty obvious right away. It was sweet and reassuring, and was only one of the wolfly characteristics that left you weak in the knees for him.
New to the whole wolf thing, you also discovered that he’d go into the occasional heat. He explained that he’d lock himself away in his house and avoid others at all costs because he wasn’t able to “control himself.” Around you, in particular. Though it left him passionate and lustful, he deemed it dangerous due to how rough he could get, so he swore to stay away from you until his heat ended.
It was day six, and you were dying to know when this would be over.
How do you manage to make each one so different from the other and they are so fucking good. Wow. Bye