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06 ; 02. minchan / 7257 words

female!reader, werewolf!chan, vampire!minho, unprotected sex, some strength kink going on, faint movement restrictions, creampie & knotting, light degradation, angry & jealous sex, overstimulation, voyeurism

tw: jealousy and aggression, brief mentioned of killing (vampire comes back!), mentions of violence, mentions of pain, mentions of injuries, a vampire’s dead body / please tell me if i miss anything!

note: the werewolf function is not based on omegaverse but i took some elements of it and plastered them on here.

a/n: hello, it has been a while :) i hope this is okay.

minho tightened the buckle around chan's wrist, his eyes flashed with deadpan dismay at the sound of giggly lips smooching off each other.

chan could not care less about how tightly minho has bounded him to the basement wall, thick metal chains rattling against the concrete ground whenever you shifted on his lap and he felt the urge to move according to your position. not that the toughness of it could truly hurt him anyway; being an alpha has amped up his pain tolerance to a godly level. perhaps the only kind of pain that could shatter chan's heart now was if anything was to happen to you.

"i had to make a new potion for the client," you mumbled to yourself, fumbling with chan's fingers as he cradled you on his lap. "but that's fine, they paid me extra for it. can you believe they had to go so far as to ask for an honesty potion?"

"yes, actually," minho chimed in when he was finally done with restricting chan to the wall. he stood up and moved over to stand before you two, suppressing an eye-roll at your intimate position. "it's not like they can just ask their boyfriend if they cheated."

you frowned. minho wasn't wrong. even though his bitter tone slightly keyed into his sour mood today and it sounded as if he was trying to pick a fight with you and chan, he wasn't wrong. your client—a newcomer to your secretive potion shop enchanted to only receive the troubled ones—would fail in getting an answer to their question unless some form of cheat-code was involved, and the quickest way to get someone to confess a terrible act was always to use magic.

"i know..." you mumbled. "i'm just worried since i've never tried to make an honesty potion before, let alone making one for humans to use."

"they signed a waiver, i'm sure even if something goes wrong, you would be fine," chan said, leaning his head against yours with a faint smile.

minho glared at you both for being all lovey-dovey with each other, and he felt jitters of anger all over his body.

you three have been together for almost two years now. the caution he once felt for chan, and the possibility of this polyamorous relationship, has long faded into gentle jealousy and his strictness for rules. he had to do it, because lo and behold, the universe has messed up and made you both chan's mate as well as his soulmate. you were bound and planned to be loved by two people, you have been created to be shared, and he was restricted to have to accept that fact.

minho was starting to allow his small heart to accept having to share you, and he was getting better at loving the both of you, but that did not mean there were no ground rules, though.

while he was never so selfish as to be annoyed with you and chan having sex when he has to go on school trips (oh, yes, the vampire is a teacher) to supervise the rest of the supernatural kids—ha, lord knows he took his chances to have alone time with you whenever chan has to meet up with his pack, or simply during his rut cycle where he was not allowed anywhere near you. they both jumped face-first whenever they could get intimate with you without the other being present, he could not be mad that.

however! while that, minho did believe that this time was different.

in the middle of his recruitment trip to gather more helpless souls, minho got side-tracked when he received a call that a vampire student had decided to flee from the boarding school with an ancient artifact, their motif undetermined but very likely was up to no good. he took up the task to chase after the student across the country, tracking them down and bringing their rebellious ass back to school.

the mission has prolonged his trip from a mere one week to half of a month, leaving you and chan at home to wait for his return.

he was already exhausted by the end of the incident. he genuinely thought if he had to see another ageless teenager again, he would bring his fangs out and start seriously hurting some immortal kids. but his patience ultimately prevailed, and all he did was give the child (well, they were eighteen years old but he was hundreds beyond that, plus he was never one to overestimate the maturity of someone who was one or two years into being an adult) a stern scolding and extra work to make up for stealing from the school, then he hurried home in hopes to finally hold you again.

his patience thinned out when he stepped through the door to your house. nobody greeted him, infuriatingly yet understandably. he imagined he wouldn't have it in him to greet chan either if the roles were reversed and he was the one having shamelessly enjoyable sex with you up in the bedroom.

it took him a moment to regain the familiarity of his home, but it hadn't felt too much like it because of how much it was home to him. the scent of you and chan plastered all over the corner, but it was not just your natural scents. it was not as simple as that, it was not just the baby, flowery, nature scent on you and the annoyingly reliable, deep greenery scent on chan.

minho could smell both of your arousals all over the house as if you two had just been done fucking at the spot. and judging by the sound of bed creaks he could hear with his vampiric hearing, which had implied that you two were in the middle of a sweaty rendezvous, you two might just have fucked each other all over the house for however many times throughout him being away, chasing after some dumb kid he was legally responsible for.

it was as if he could trace back the event that happened by sniffing the volume of the scent. there was your sweat on the table surface, so chan probably fucked you on the dining table; there was chan's saliva and your cum mixed into an after-fragrance on the kitchen counter, very obviously he ate you out on the kitchen counter; there was the stink of slow body heat on the couch, you two didn’t just fuck there, you two made love.

minho's patience had long worn thin then, his eyes burning at the sight of the couch where he could almost see your fragile body underneath chan’s broad shoulders, your legs spread and your hips meeting his.

you two couldn't even come down to greet him, even after he told you about his exhausting tale of having to track down an irritatingly intelligent newborn vampire who was trying to undo their transformation through late-night phone calls. please, what kind of bullshit. if minho could hear you two through his rage, chan could hear him through his pleasure. the alpha must have known he was at the door. there was no excuse for such neglectful behavior.

"time's up, lovebirds."

clapping his hands to interrupt you both, minho gave you a look of bland acknowledgment before he reached over to you. his hands snuck around your body, and with a swift movement, he hoisted you up from chan's lap and into his engulfing arms. he adjusted his position, carefully keeping you close to him with his super strength coming into play.

you looked up at him, his jaw almost hitting your forehead when he pushed you further up in his arms. you leaned against his shoulder with silence, seeing clear as day the way his jaw was clenched and his eyes scorched with dismay. you placed your hand on his chest, your index finger tapping against his heart quietly, then with somewhat a knowing tone you asked, "are you still upset about what happened?"

minho knew what you were talking about, but he mentioned nothing of it, especially not in the presence of chan sitting bemused in front of him. he scoffed, "about that stupid kid running away with a destructive artifact and almost getting themself killed? yes, very."

you pursed your lips together. as stubborn as ever, huh? he wouldn't admit his anger even if the world crashed down on him, at least not the embarrassingly trivial ones like his jealousy over you and chan fucking through the month alone. but you could tell he was using the school incident to cover up his disappointment, even just a little.

"i know you care about those kids," you said. "you wouldn't have asked me for those tracking pendants if you don't."

minho clenched his jaw more, his grip on your torso tightening.

his emotions were wavering at the mention of those abandoned boarding school children, ones he cared about enough to fear the reckless teenage trouble they could get themselves into. but most importantly, he was wavering at the fact that no matter how much he tries to suppress it, you know him.

he never liked the way you could burst his personal bubble so easily. all the emotions he has tried to hide under a stoic facade for years ended up being penetrated by your observant self.

as his soulmate, you know him and you understand him. even if he tries to hide, to deceive, you know him. and he was vulnerable under your presence; he feels anger, happiness, love, jealousy, vengeful—all the things that made his vampiric self not so textbook-vampire-friendly, which was what he has built himself up to be for so long.

"doesn't matter. we're on break and i don't want to have to think about those lousy kids right now," he said as he walked out of the locked cell chan would be staying in for the full-moon night.

you hummed out a laugh then, turning your head to kiss the exposed skin of his collarbones before leaning your head against his shoulder again. your hand reached up to graze his shirt absentmindedly, trailing past his pecs without looking at him, and minho knew what you had in mind with just a simple movement.

you knew he was still upset. he would never admit it but he was, and you were giving him the permission to let you make up for it tonight when chan wouldn't be present in the house area above. just the both of you, maybe on a bed depending on his mood, and definitely a whole lot of rutting happening.

minho was going for that. even if you didn't tell him you were okay with it, he was going to make a move anyway. as desperate as he sounded, he had been waiting for the full moon to get rid of chan. he had wanted to find a way to patch things up with you, and maybe even talk his feelings out with chan over some wine (for him, not for chan).

except he bounced back. he had other plans. more vengeful, petty, hot, and bitter plans that would tick both you and chan off in very difficult ways.

setting you down on the chair he inconveniently placed right before the cell, straight in the middle and in front of chan, minho ignored your confused noise as he moved to the side and grabbed two teacups.

"are we not heading upstairs...?" you asked, receiving the warm cup anyway as you eyed minho.

"i'm not sure if that's a good idea, minho," chan said from where he sat, his brows furrowed in dismay. "i want (name) out of here. it's not safe for them, especially during the full moon."

"oh, shut up, wolf boy, she can snap your neck with a spell.” minho rolled his eyes as he took a sip of the warm tea. “besides, i’m not stupid. i know how a werewolf gets on a full moon–"

“and also being in a rut. i took suppressants but–“ chan cut himself off, his eyes shifting to you and a low growl emitting from his chest. “she is sitting right in front of me!”

the skin of your legs, and the small gap between your thighs where your tight skirt wasn’t able to cover, made you look exceptionally tasty. not to mention how you were always so weak and meek compared to him (physically, of course), looking all innocent with your wide eyes as you sipped your tea, completely unknowing of your effect on his arousal. he could still push his lust down now, but whatever happens next as the night trail farther would be up to the moon.

"i took careful precaution," minho said as he set the cup back down on the small table located by the wall.

uncertainty riddled in his chest as he watched the nonchalance radiate off minho. his instinct could smell the smugness off the vampire, which was not a rare occasion. minho has always had this rich, self-centered, smug smell of wine and velvet on him. but this was different—he wasn't just being smug because that was the pinnacle of his personality, there was a reason behind the smell and chan wasn't sure if he was up for what minho planned to do.

pulling at his chains, chan felt a faint surprise at how tightly he was bound to the wall. he wasn't able to fully process the restriction a while ago when you sat on his lap and was overwhelming his senses, but he could feel the metal against him now. raw and annoying, strong and thick—chan gasped with a drop of his heart.

he was bound with the purpose to struggle, not just to be caged in.

minho was planning something.

"what are you planning, minho."

the vampire laughed, almost condescendingly as if to anger the alpha even more. you looked back and forth between the two of them, feeling clueless and beyond confused about the heated tension in the air. there has not been a single word exchanged between them for the past minute, yet somehow the first thing chan said was of an accusatory tone.

"minho, are you okay–"

"shut up,” he demanded, twisting his head to glare behind his shoulder at you.

your eyes widened in surprise. that was harsh, very harsh. minho's strict voice bounced off the walls in the forms of echos, and the hollow gleam in his eyes a fright that spread across your body, immediately causing you to squeeze your legs together when your senses habitually switched you into being bedroom submissive.

it was familiar—the solid, chest voice commanding you with a metallic tone, the unfading, dangerous gaze staring at you that urges you toward him, making you shiver in excitement.

"wh–what did i do...?" you asked meekly when he took the cup away from your hand and placed it on the table.

he went to stand in front of you afterward. your cowering body was towered over by his tall one, his abdomen standing just before your face at an extremely suggestive height you were sure minho could take advantage of in a minute. you looked up at him, eyes glittering with confusion and defeat, and minho leaned his torso down so he was at your face level.

"you don't know what you did wrong?" he asked tauntingly, curling a piece of your hair around his finger as he leaned closer to your face. "you should know what you did wrong, baby doll. use your head and think."

you trembled under his gaze, get your eyes were unable to look anywhere else but at him. squeezing your hands together, you sucked in a jagged breath before you said, "i had sex with chan multiple times when you went on a business trip, and i failed to notice your presence when you came back."

minho's furrowed brows relaxed into a stoic state, but his expression was more of a disappointment blank because you had gotten everything he felt correctly once again. hearing you say it, though, was even more infuriating. it would have meant that you know he was still upset about what happened, yet you have made no attempt to soothe him out of the silent grudge he held against you and chan.

of course, he could have been at fault as well. he acted as if he didn’t want to make a big deal out of his jealousy, he acted as if it was okay for him to let the green monster strut all over the base of his heart where it was swollen up because of the neglect he experienced from you. maybe he should have made it clearer that he wanted comfort, only from you, but still, with your perfect track record of understanding all his unsung feelings, he expected you to know.

you are his soulmate, after all. yet somehow it felt like you didn’t think of him once.

"you had a lot of fun, didn't you?" he asked.

you wanted to say no, you really did. you figured chan would understand the situation and let you lie so to not anger minho even more. even if chan does get angry, he would be way easier to soothe than the vampire staring at you, so you wanted to say no, but your throat itched whenever you tried to lie as if it was trying to keep you quiet. the only thing you could say was—

"yes, i had lots of fun."

—the truth.

minho smirked to himself as if to make a lark out of his misery, but a shadow instantly cast over his eyes when he heard your forced honest answer.

he expected that answer. judging by the lewd sounds you always made when chan touched you during sex, in every kind of way possible, he could tell the werewolf knew what he was doing and he has always been beyond enjoyable to be with in bed. he would know if you lied to him (which he knew you wouldn’t be able to now) anyway, but that would just make him feel even worse because you thought he had stooped so low as to need pity love, so thank god for that honesty potion you carelessly left on the table this morning.

you were looking at him carefully now, your brows furrowed at his hooded gaze.

it wasn’t lust in his eyes. there was lust, there would always be lust when he looks at you, but right now, it was being overwhelmed. his need to fuck you right now, the raw part of him that just wanted to slam you against the floor and be inside you was being overwhelmed right now by a terrifying look of boredom and faux sympathy.

he looked more as if the pair of hands that were sliding up your knees to your inner thighs, slowly and surely spreading your legs apart, was an act of charity rather than an act done out of his burning desire to please you.

he was being patient but unforgiving.

he had been jealous, and he was angry, so much that it showed on his face in the most blatant way possible. but he was controlling his impulses perfectly. he wasn’t ripping your clothes off and tearing you to shreds with his cock, he was slowly bringing his hands closer and closer up to your mini-skirt (an attempt to make him feel better, he supposed? it sure came in handy now).

minho was angry, and jealous, and annoyed, but he was controlling it all under a mask of boredom with immense patience, and that turned you on so, so much.

you couldn’t look away from him. your eyes were wide with an enticing gleam, an enthusiastic gleam. you were drawn to him, like a magnet you felt pulled toward him, solely out of the anger he felt when you told him you had fun with chan alone for an entire month. it was toxic to feel this way, you knew, and you were still guilty that you had made him upset and was trying to make it for your negligence.

but oh, you surely latched onto the fantasy of what his anger could do to you, what sort of pleasure he could provide when he has frustration running through every inch of his arousal.

you have never be allowed near chan when he was in a rut even when your curiosity was peaking, you were told you would not be able to handle him if his composure breaks. perhaps a heavily angered vampire would do the job to satiate your thirst for knowledge, and a very rough fuck.

“keep your hands behind your back,” he whispered against your ear before diving to the crook of your neck.

you angled your head for him, allowing his lips access to yourself while his hands continue to spread your legs wide until they stopped at your clothed core. you whimpered when he harshly sucked on your skin, leaving little bite marks and trails of love bruises that claimed you, and when his fingers dipped into your clothed core, you let out a moan that bounced off the walls.

you have not felt minho for a while, it was as if you were learning his touch all over again, and he was making you feel breathless. the way his lips moved amongst the shadows of your neck, and the way his thumb circled your clit so he could feel the fabric of your pantie get wetter by the second was turning you into a needy and shameless mess.

but the feeling only lasted so long. as soon as your eyes trailed off from the ceiling and met the reddened ones glowing on chan’s face, your eyes widened and your body tensed up in a frightening motion. minho was blatantly marking you up without a care for the irritated and surprised alpha sitting on the other side of the cell, and truth be told, you almost forgot about his existence as well with each electrifying jolt minho was sending you with just the surface of his thumb.

“min–minho–“

your jaw dropped in a silent whine at the feeling of his finger dipping into your clothed core, further slicking up the fabric. minho placed one hand on your knees, smiling against your neck when he felt the automatic expansion of your legs. he carefully pulled your pantie to the side so he could feel your naked head against his hand. he teased you by rubbing two fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness, and when you called his name again, he caved in and inserted his digits into your heat.

chan dug his nails into the palm of his hand. his skin was healing the same time he scratched them open with the way his sharp nails carved the heel of his palm. he had his assumptions but he never thought minho would be so cunning as to do this in front of him when he was locked up in a cell. it was fingering you now, what next? did the vampire plan to fuck you in front of him too?

his growls did not go unheard. with a smirk plastered on his face, minho ravished in the incoming victory, fingers pumping in and out of your cunt to elicit filthy moans that chan could surely hear even from rooms away. he kept his fingers moving in you when he moved to the side, step by step as if making a big reveal as he removed himself from the sight of your body.

chan was raging at this point. his eyes were glowing red at what he could see. your bunched-up skirt, wrinkled and resting uneasily at your waist, complimented with the quivering of your spread thighs and the strong smell of your arousal—a treasure to behold but not to be touched. he could, but he was chained down by the same vampire that was knuckles deep in your pussy, making sure his heightened hearing could pick up every last squelch of your walls sucking onto his fingers.

“minho, please, i’m–“ you panted, hands desperately grasping on your partner’s wrist as your head threw back to glance weakly at him.

your walls clenched around his fingers and he bit his lower lip. he would deny your orgasm, but this wasn’t about punishing you as much as it was about getting back at chan. his plan was to get you to climax as much as possible, keeping the aroma of your essence coming and coming until it fills up every corner of the basement, until it was all chan could smell, until chan feels the same frustration of knowing you were just within his grasp but was unable to touch you.

“be my guest, dolly,” minho leaned down to whisper against your nose, his hand speeding up and hitting just the right spot. “let it go. let the wolf smell you.”

your muscles tensed as the knot inside you burst. you released over minho’s fingers, a yearning scream echoing off the walls of the hot basement. minho hummed in satisfaction, curling his fingers in your heat to gather up your juices before pulling out. he glanced dully at his slick fingers before letting his eyes flow toward chan in the cell. he raised his brow with intrigue; sweat gathered at chan’s forehead, unsure from pure rage or his rut. his eyes were permanently red, flashing between your exposed pussy and minho’s arrogant expression as he licked your arousal off his fingers.

chan looked so angry, so lustful.

it was amusing to minho.

“come on now, we’re not done yet,” minho said after he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop.

you looked at him, confused. surely, he wouldn’t think to actually have sex with you in the basement, would he? minho could be daring, you would give him that. sometimes maybe even a little over-confident! but he could not be stupid enough to fuck an alpha’s mate in front of them, could he? soulmate or not, a cosmic mistake or not! not to mention chan already warned that he was in a rut so just you being within close quarters with him was dangerous enough.

it would be a thrilling death wish to fuck you in the basement with him locked up in a cell.

“why are you looking at me like that, dolly?” minho asked when he saw the disapproval on your face. his finger trailed down your temple and he cupped your chin in his hand, squeezing your bone gently. “you better start watching your attitude. you don’t want to upset me twice.”

you pursed your lips. your throat itched with the truth that soon tumbled out of your lips. “we should watch out for chan more.”

“this isn’t fucking about him,” minho scoffed with a low growl, then he shrugged. “well, yeah, it kind of is, but that’s none of your business.”

minho wanted chan to need. not just your pure lustful need, but an angry need, a need so aggressive chan would bring his claws and teeth out for it, so bad that chan could kill and maul for it. and then he wanted chan to feel hopeless because he couldn’t satiate the need, and he has to watch someone else be stuffed full of you instead. that was what minho wanted.

was it necessarily a fair game? not really. what you and chan did when minho was away was in no way deliberate, but he liked to consider himself petty and maybe even a little mad. he has lived years after years, such behaviors should be warranted with all the stupidity he has to witness in the world.

“all you have to do, my love,” minho whispered in your ear, his finger dragging down the back of your neck before his hand landed under your arm so he could hoist you up heavily. “is shut up and take whatever i give you.”

that seemed to be the start of it all. you were a fucked in the head to acknowledge that minho was taking off your clothes and setting you on his lap. even when you could feel his bulge against between the back of your thighs, you were unable to think of much but how pretty the crimson red in chan’s eyes looked. they meant danger, but they looked pretty on him, especially when he was snarling at you both.

it excited you, you could conclude. you were not ashamed of it; the universe has granted you two hot, attractive men who were willing to bring heaven between your legs. how could it not excite you? the more daring and shameful the act was, the more excited you become. and this—angering the alpha. this was making your heart sweat and churn waiting to see what would happen later.

“ah–shit!” you gaped in surprise when you felt a sudden stretch below.

you were too focused on holding chan’s gaze, you hadn’t considered why he began snarling. minho parted your legs amid your eye-contact battle with chan, hoisted you carefully off his thighs, and before you knew it was already entering you. your eyes rolled up lightly to the blazing light on the ceiling, feeling its heat cascade down on you as the stretch of your walls consume your body in a slow, agonizingly pleasurable breeze.

you moved your hands around, needing something solid to hold. one of your hands ended up on minho’s thigh while the other reached behind you in an attempt to grip something, when it found no solace, it resulted in scratching the skin of your thighs. minho’s cock was never an unfamiliar shape, you simply haven’t tasted it in a while that this reunion felt refreshing, new, and so, so good.

“there we go. good girl, good girl,” minho dragged his compliment out in whispers against your neck, mixing his low voice with your breathy moans. he kissed the side of your head, the base of your neck, anywhere his lips could reach to soothe you through the process before he speeds up to a pace of his liking.

it has been a while. petty party aside, minho has wanted you since forever, it felt. your skin felt warm against his, and your walls suffocated him so perfectly that all he could think about was how you two were joined together, so close together that nothing could fit between the gaps of your bodies, or the lack thereof.

he would be spilling romantic confessions if he wasn’t so stubborn as to keep up his act. he would be repeating his admiration if you two were snuggled alone in your bedroom with the lights off, bodies still close together.

and chan. oh, he was not doing well. his pants felt more constrained than ever as he watched minho’s cock slide in and out of your tight hole, and he felt that his heart’s capacity for forgiveness and patience was shrinking to the size of a dime the more you moaned minho’s name.

“lee minho!” he growled loudly, a sign of warning.

minho eyed him from where he sat. the jutting of his hips slowed down as he furrowed his brows at chan with bemusement, but he quickly regained his speed and continued to thrust upward into you, ceasing your small whines and begs for more. “the caged pet can talk? how amazing.”

“you better fucking stop this,” chan demanded, feeling his claws grow and his saliva increasing as your toes curled and your head thew back once minho began to hit your sweet spot. oh, he could smell it, he could smell your arousal, and it was making him so crazy he may as well be downgraded to being a caged pet. “now, minho!”

“did you hear that? i think the wolf wants me to speed up,” minho giggled into your ears.

you hadn’t got the time to respond or process his words. within a second, you were hoisted off his lap and carried over to the side where a table was. it was an easy job for minho to carry you around; swiftly, he had you bend over the edge of the table, breasts tight against the surface and wrists captured within his hand behind your back. he nudged your ankles to trip you downward, parting your legs, before he guided his cock back into your dripping pussy once again.

you choked up at the feeling of his cock sliding across your tight walls in a semi-vampire speed, feeling pathetic but also pleasuring, a lot of pain but also ecstasy. your restricted movement brought about more shameful excitement to your veins; unable to move and unable to stand properly, caged with your hands behind your back. a pawn being used to satisfy minho, an invaluable part of his petty plan. you’d feel like this any day if that meant the high of being fucked would come with it every time.

“this feels good, huh? it feels good?” minho grunted in satisfaction, his fangs dragging bite marks across your shoulder blades.

you nodded with whines falling off your lips. with each pound of his hips, you could feel your body convulsing with unbelievable joy. “ye–yes! yes!”

you and minho were having fun. you two were having so much fun being consumed by each other that the sound of metals clinking against the rusted floor went completely unnoticed. the handcuffs still circled chan’s wrists, heavy and irritating, but the chain that linked him to the wall has broken off with his sole desire to break minho off of you and replace himself with him. it should be him fucking you, it has to be him. you were his mate, of course it has got to be him and nobody else!

you were his, only his.

a surprised gasp left your lips when you heard a snapping sound. you were no stranger to that noise, it happened way too often when minho and chan first lived with each other—it was the sound of neck-snapping. more specifically, minho’s neck snapping.

“ch–chan! when did you–minho!” you gasped once you felt the body above you fall to the floor, and the lodge between you legs slipped out of you quickly.

“he’ll come back,” chan huffed dismissively as he kicked minho’s fallen body out of his way and approached you.

oh, he was mad. he was horny and mad.

he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over so you were no longer bent over the table. he placed you on top of the table and shoved your back down to the surface harshly, making you groan in shock. your eyes widened when you felt the tip of his sharp nails dig lightly into your skin after he wrapped his large hand around your neck. it was a feeling different than when vampire fangs dragged across them—wolf nails were more… calloused, less dainty and precise, but they make you breathless nonetheless.

chan breathed deeply as he sniffed your bare skin, trying to soak in your aroma as best as he could. he could get high off of your smell, especially when your natural scent was mixed in with the juices below your waist.

“i apologize for the aggression, my love, but i cannot control myself right now,” he whispered with a hint of sadism dripped hotly in his voice. his hand fumbled with his pants and released his swollen cock. pumping it a few times despite already its length covered with his pre-cum, he positioned himself at your entrance and he smirked. “and this will hurt.”

tears welled in your eyes when he slowly pushed himself in. your ears rang with his groans, feeling a sharp sting between your legs increase the more his overwhelming size stuff itself inside you. you have never had sex with him during his rut before, and chan has never allowed it despite you claiming that you would be fun. now you understood why; he was overwhelmingly big, to a point where you may not be able to take him whole.

“fuck–chan, chan–“ you gripped his wrist and slapped his arm, feeling urged to cast a spell on him so he could calm down a little, but something inside you told you to endure it to see what kind of pleasure was awaiting you after the pain. “slow! slow down!”

“trying, baby,” chan huffed out after he buried his face to the crook of your neck, kissing you as an alternative to apologizing verbally.

the supernatural biology was messing with his head and his body. every stroke of his cock was agonizingly slow. he has the love of his life under the palm of his hand but he was unable to go all out, even though the only thing he wanted to do was move and thrust, fuck you until he was satisfied and emptied. it was taking everything in him to control his instincts.

he waited for you to gain more confidence. he waited for you to adjust and be more comfortable with his size, as best as you could. and all control slipped through the cracks of his sanity when you moaned at him to move. chan pounded into you until he could feel every corner of your walls contracting down on his length, until he could smell the impending climax releasing from your body, until all he could hear was you whimpering and whining.

the pain on his back where your nails scratched aimlessly healed and healed, creating a never-ending cycle of pain and beauty. and he left marks on your collarbones and your breasts, his lips merging with the sweat and surface of your skin to a point he could sketch the beginning, the middle, and the end of your body with his eyes closed.

you were his. his, his, his.

“chan, i’m close! i’m–ah!” your eyes rolled to the side as the pleasure overwhelmed you once again, not giving you a chance to communicate with words.

he groaned, speeding his movement up to help you chase your high. he ought to feel even better with your cum around his warm cock, and he was right. once you let out an obnoxious scream, your head bumping against the table and climaxing with him still deep inside you, your arousal coated his length and gave him a head rush, turning him on more and more.

“fuck, you're so!” he pulled away and snapped his hip toward you, disregarding the liquid that was dipping out of your wet hole.

the pleasure that once riddled through you slowly mixed into exhaustion and pain when chan continued to glide through your walls. every punch of his tip against your g-spot caused bursts of sparks in your head and made you hear static, but he never once let off his speed and strength, and your muscles were twitching at the overstimulation.

it was a lot, it felt like a lot, but despite that you wanted more.

chan groaned when he felt your calls clamp down on him suddenly. he felt like moving around, changing up the position. the table was getting old and tiring. bringing you up into his arms, he bumped the table away with his feet and rushed to the wall behind it. you sucked in a breath when you felt your back meet the cold wall. you wrapped your legs around chan’s waist automatically, and he hastily adjusted himself just so he could be in you again.

this position seemed to slap further into you the fact that your hole was made too small for him. you let out a whine when he gave you an incredible stretch once more, the simulation dangerously dragging across your body. you clutched his shoulders after you were stuffed full of his cock again. he slid in, more and more, and he reached to the brim inside you, hitting your sweet spot and touching every part of your insides.

you tried to move your hips with his as he pushed into you, again and again, using the wall as leverage to be as deep inside you as possible. and he kissed you while he was going at it. your lips shoved and clashed against each other in a messy rhythm, your tongues brushing past awkwardly and desperately, and your mouths stayed open to swallow each others’ moans.

your high approached quickly again, much to chan’s expectations. you released all over him, drowning him in your cum and creating more squelch inside you. the sound of your sexes was loud and overwhelming, but that was all chan wanted to listen to anyway. he focused on it as he continued to thrust into you to chase his high, clearly forgetting something very important in his nature.

your eyes widened when chan suddenly growled, his hips moving erratically, then he released inside you. you gasped highly, nails digging into his skin as your walls took the heavy load he shot into you. but that was not it—it seemed his cock was swelling bigger afterward, expanding inside your pussy and stretching you out even more than it already was.

“what the fuck, chan?”

you looked to the side, hands still clutching chan’s shoulders. you relaxed a little when you saw minho up on his feet, glaring as usual and fully-clothed already.

“good morning, minho,” chan mused between his pants as he turned his head. “sorry about your neck, you provoked me.”

“i may have done that, but you shouldn’t have been provoked,” minho retorted calmly as he moved around the room and grabbed a chair. he sat it right behind chan, nudging his feet with the furniture to ask chan to sit down. “so it’s your fault this happened.”

chan rolled his eyes but he nodded. carefully moving you off the wall, he inched backward so he could sit down, kissing your shoulder when you winced in pain. “right, sorry. it’s my fault.”

“don’t move too much, (name). the knot will hurt you,” minho warned when he eyed you.

he softened as he watched chan coo at you. the werewolf, whose nails had returned normal and human, brushed the hair out of your face and mumbled sweet words as he kissed your face lightly. your bare breasts no longer served as a distraction. his lust has yet to be satiated but he has had enough of it today.

“i’ll run up and get you something comfortable to wear… and a blanket,” he muttered briefly before you turned to leave.

you perked up at him from chan’s chest, careful not to make any drastic moves, and you called out to him. “wait! minho!”

“hmm?”

“uh…” you curled your hand into a fist and lightly smiled, “are you okay?”

he stared at you for a moment, unsure of what to say.

he was fine, though. he believed he was, at least. any jealousy or aggression he felt a while ago more or less have vanished from his chest, and he was sure it was the same way for chan as well, considering the werewolf has a kind look on his face again.

scratching the side of his waist, he smiled. “yeah.”

he was fine. he should be.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids dark hours #skz dark hours #going to post this at ass o' clock because why not

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