control // liam dunbar
summary ; in which it’s nearly the next full moon and the pressure of everything means liam is struggling to stay in control whilst lacrosse practise is under way. good job y/n’s there to calm him down when his alpha can’t.
pairing ; liam dunbar & fem!reader
warnings ; violence, liam losing control and punching a wall (more than once), making out (kinda very heated), season six spoilers (not really but still), (why have i used so many brackets)
word count ; 2.7k
published ; 15th august, ‘17
stay safe + ily 🐯
Perched on the chilled bleachers built to the side of the ample lacrosse field, you pulled your coat tighter around your shivering body and glared up at the near full moon as if it was at fault for the cold, shadowed night, and the thick mist that spilt like smoke across the vast of green.
Coach blew his whistle from where he stood, next to Scott who was enjoying his final time as Assistant Coach before he left for UC Davis. As much as you were proud of your friend for making it into the college he applied for and he smiled happily whilst obtaining his final moments of Assistant Coach, the shrill sound screeching in your ears did not aid the pounding in your head initially provoked and brought on by the bright, bleach white flood lights looming down onto the pitch.
You let your eyes wander back down to the mass of lacrosse players filtered out and practising their game play for the next big match, before they singled in on your boyfriend. Number 9. The drills continued and you watched as Liam scooped the ball up from the ground and captured it within the pocket of weaved stringing and then proceeded to skillfully twist and dodge his way through the defenders that aimed to stop him.
Then, he drew his arms back before launching the ball strongly past the goalie that failed to seize it himself as it flew into the net, and Coach blew the whistle again - surprisingly commenting on his great shot without the dire sarcasm that usually seemed to seep from every word he spoke.
A few minutes later and Liam had the ball once again, only this time when he aimed to make yet another shot, someone roughly shoved into him and swept his feet out from under him. He landed on the floor with a thud, and you winced as you observed the scene, but not panicking as whatever hurt would heal instantly anyway.
You assumed everything was fine until Scott dropped his things and expeditiously rushed across the pitch from where he stood with Coach toward Liam who continued to reside on the hard ground - his back to you. You stood from your seat on the middle level of bleachers, your suddenly worrisome-struck eyes darting over the crouched figures of your boyfriend and good friend.
Scott grasped Liam’s helmet between his hands and tugged his head down, shielding his face away from the other players who had stopped practising to witness what was happening, and you.
You had a feeling that you knew what Scott was attempting to conceal and there was clear confusion painted across your rosy features due to it; Liam had gotten so much better at keeping himself under control when playing the violent sport and even better at obtaining that same control near and on the full moons. So why had one hit from the opposing team sent him tumbling into a sudden loss of control?
Next thing you knew, the beta was ripping himself away from his alpha, wrenching his helmet off his head and forcefully hurling it onto the grassy land, and without so much as a glance over his shoulder, he raced off toward the school building. You caught Scott’s dark chocolate eyes and before you could fully perceive the permissible nod he shot in your direction to indicate that you should follow him, you were bolting down the steps and across the field.
Scott wasn’t exceptionally worried for your safety when it came to Liam losing control; it was the only thing he envied when it came to the two of you and your relationship. That no matter how wound up Liam got, no matter how far gone he seemed to be, he would never hurt you. He might snap and growl as you came closer, his dire fury and rage causing him to see red through his vibrant golden irises, but he would never injure or wound you in any way and everybody, including you, and him, knew it.
Throwing the doors open their hinges, your legs swiftly carried you toward the boy’s locker room and from your knowledge, you instantly darted to the showers. It was dark, the inky shadows of the late night eclipsing every crevice of the locker room, but ironically, the optical gleams of the near full moon glaring down through the small, uPVC windows allowed you to locate your boyfriend.
You let a soft sigh adequate with relief slip from your lips when you caught sight of him, his body being soaked by the pelts of cool water plummeting down rapidly from the shower head. His forehead rested against the cold tiles of the shower room, his back to you once more and his hands curled into firm fists as he pressed them against the wall either side of his head.
The sound of the animalistic growls erupting from his throat and the brutal striking of his knuckles against the hard concrete - cracks appearing under the fierce pressure of his punches - would easily scare anybody away. But not you, and as you called out his name into the shadows surrounding his heaving body, you stepped closer, past the threshold and into the centre of the shower room, “Liam?”
You wearily watched as his body froze, going rigid under your concerned gaze; the incessant blows of his fists against the crumbling wall halted as his head tilted slightly to the side, now aware of your calm presence. You took another step, now in reach to gently bring your hand up and clasp one of his clenched fists in your soft hold.
“Hey,” You tried, but apparently he had decided to be difficult that night as he snatched his hand from yours and let out a vicious snarl in response, his knuckles coming back into ruthless contact with the concrete once again - a large chunk of brick breaking away and mercilessly colliding with the floor with a deafening, echoing bang, and you had to speedily jump back to ensure it wouldn’t land on your feet and possibly break any of your fragile bones.
A huff of frustration tumbled from your lips as you eyed the broken portion in front of you, and you snagged his fist away from the wall anew, tugging on his arm and forcing him to pivot around subsequently. Shoving his back up against the surface, you contrived him to look at you through the water drops pelting down on the two of you - willingly deciding to sacrifice your comfort and warmth for the sake of calming the boy you loved by letting the water soak your clothes through and stick uncomfortably to your skin along with him.
“Hey!” You snapped harshly, your bristling tone capturing his strained attention immediately. His vibrant golden eyes locked onto yours, the relentless struggling coming to a gradual termination latterly and your taut, irritated demeanour dwindled down the drain. On their volition, your hands made their departure from his firm chest and travelled to his sharp jaw, the pads of your thumbs lightly brushing across the apples of his cheeks.
“Calm down for me, Li,” At your endearing touch and the soft, loving tone of your request, the golden specks eclipsing the baby blue colour in his eyes slowly faded, and the shade that you adored to no extent was restored. A breathless sigh escaped past his parted lips, his chest heaving as continued to gaze into the assurance and encouragement swirling in your deep, (y/e/c) irises.
After a few moments, you quirked your eyebrow up in askance, and Liam shot you a nod of his head - concluding your wordless inquiry of whether he was calm or ready to strike once more. You let your fingers gently run through his dripping locks of hair, “What’s going on, Liam?”
He hands lightly squeezed your hips, his eyebrows tugging together at your gentle question, “What do you mean? You saw, he knocked me over right as I was about to make the shot-”
“And that stopped provoking you to lose control months ago. Plus, it was practice - not an actual game. Why’d it get you so worked up?” Your comments were tender and considerate as you spoke, concern and worry infiltrating the syllables as you tried to get to the bottom of what was bothering him.
“I-I…” He paused, struggling to provide you with an answer, “I don’t know.”
“Is it something else?” You inquired gingerly, softly grasping his hands in yours as you pulled the both of you out of the stream of pounding drops of water and back into the locker room.
Liam took the initiative and delicately tugged you toward his gym locker, letting go of your hand to clutch the lock with shaking fingers and trying to fix the combination in - ultimately avoiding the question. But, you watched with imperative concern as he struggled to do it correctly the first time, and the second, and by the third, his breathing had started to pick up, escaping past his lips ragged and choppy.
You closed your hands around his and tenderly pried his fingers away to halt his frantic actions of yanking at the lock; he let his eyes flutter shut as he made an attempt to control his breathing and sky-rocketing heart rate.
You put his locker combination in easily, neither of you commenting about how you knew the sequence, just like how he knew the sequence for yours too. Opening it quietly, you grasped two of his spare shirts between your fingers and placed them on the bench beside where the two of you stood.
Afterward, you pivoted swiftly on your heel, turning to face him in his struggle to clasp control. “It’s something else,” You concluded softly, capturing his hand in yours again and occasionally running your thumb back and forth across his knuckles.
“Scott’s leaving.” The words left his lips bluntly, and you thought that was all he seemed so worked up about, until he continued, “So is Lydia, Malia; Stiles’ has already gone. Most of our pack is leaving.”
“Liam, they won’t be gone forever. It’s just College; we’ll all have to do it someday, it doesn’t mean they’re leaving for good.”
“And we’re going to be Seniors and how am I supposed to balance being a Senior whilst being the new Alpha that everyone expects me to be when Scott’s gone?”
“No one expects you to-”
He sliced your comforting words short, “Scott does!”
You took his face between your hands just like you had done previously, forcing him to look into your eyes glistening with care and love, “No one expects you to do it alone,” You repeated the earnest and cordial comment, making sure he listened this time, “I’m here, and I’ll be here in Senior year, and after Senior year, okay? No one expects you to do this alone, Li. And even if they did, I wouldn’t let you do this alone. But they don’t, so stop worrying so much.”
Then, an affectionate, attentive smile painted your features, setting you aglow with adoration as you looked up at him and noticed the ghost of the same smile tugging at the corners of his lips. With his hands coming up to rest on either side of your face, thumbs cradling your cheeks and fingers getting lost in the soaked strands of hair, he pulled you closer into the solace his safe vicinity brought you and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.
Only having time to draw back slightly and mutter, “I love you,” out through passionate whispers, his tone flooded with euphoria, before your hands found themselves settling on his waist and you tugged him back down to capture his lips with yours once more.
“And I love you,” Came the muffled declaration of love through heated kisses, and gently, Liam pushed you back until your back hit the cold metal of the row of lockers. As a subsequent, you couldn’t help but dig your fingers into his hips and tow his body closer until he resided flush against yourself - every nerve in your body feeling as if someone had lit a match and set them on fire.
When his lips coaxed yours open and his tongue swept across your own, you couldn’t help but tug at his shirt, indicating that you wanted it off. He complied instantly, before moving to remove yours too. You let him, the fabric coming up and over your head in no time, falling to the ground and being utterly discarded as his lips landed back on yours, a shiver inevitably rushing down your spine and a sharp gasp tumbling from your lips as your bare back, bar your bra, hit the chilled metal of the lockers again.
His large hands had then been located to your waist, squeezing at your hips appreciatively when one of your hands landed on his broad shoulder and the other ran your fingers through his dark hair, tugging at the roots as your lips moved more and more heatedly, more and more eagerly against his.
Then, his hands found themselves travelling south, settling just under your ass, “Jump,” He mumbled breathlessly against your feverish lips, and you did just that, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms held your weight easily and pressed your back even more firmly against the surface of metal.
Rolling your head to the side, granting him better access, a gasping moan slipped from your lips as Liam’s lips peppered a trail of hot kisses down your jaw and headed straight for the sweet spot just behind and below your ear, sucking with the intention of leaving a purposeful hickey and then blowing cool air across the skin to soothe it, goose bumps arising on your soft skin as a subsequent.
Feeling the calloused tips of his fingers travel to the clip on your bra as he continued to leave matching bruises littering your neck simultaneously, you arched your back further into his burning hold but let out a breathless keen when his lips, and fingers, froze in their place, “What is it?”
“Practice is over,” His words were muffled as his lips remained against the exposed crook of your neck but you heard them nevertheless, and your eyes widened.
Liam let you down carefully and the two of you clumsily fumbled around in an attempt to make yourselves decent before any students trundled into the locker room. You snatched one of the two clean shirts that you had previously seized from his locker and Liam did the same, and just as you had pulled it over your head, the door slammed open on its hinges - sweaty players filing into the room without so much as a glance in yours or Liam’s direction.
Until, Scott roamed in, and caught your guilty eyes. He made his way over to the two of you and you tainted your features with the facade of an innocent smile, shooting it his way. “Why didn’t you two come back to the field? Everything okay?” He questioned, aiming his second inquiry more at Liam than at you.
Liam swiftly glanced at you before looking back toward his alpha, “Yeah,” He nodded, “Everything’s fine.”
Scott eyed the two of you suspiciously, his supernatural powers clearly picking up on the quick, rapid thumps of your heart in your chest - still worked up from prior - but he kindly let it drop and nodded his head, “Okay, good. I’ll see you guys later, then.”
You sent your friend a genuine smile, bringing your hand up and waving slightly in parting as he began to make his trek out the busy locker room, until he stopped short and turned back to face the both of you, an amused smirk pulling at his lips, “You might want to hide those hickeys before you go home, (Y/N).”
At his teasing words, your mouth fell agape - your eyes widening and hues and shades of red rushing to your cheeks, sending a wave of heat blossoming across your face and setting you aglow with embarrassment. Liam snickered quietly before slinging an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer as you tried to covertly hide your neck.
“Let’s go home,” He mumbled into your damp hair, pressing an enamoured, lingering kiss to your hairline; all his worries that whisked wickedly through his head prior having dissipated into the air and left behind a heart adequate with utter love and adoration for the girl in his arms: for you.
tags ; @virgincreek (if you want a tag for a particular character that i write for, feel free to ask)