#wereroomies ask

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Wereroomies werewolf!chan reaction to his girl in a rabbit costume? I know that man will go insane

this ask wormed its way into my brain and made me write a drabble in record time. sorry if anything's worded weirdly, i was literally possessed while i wrote this whole thing.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: Chris’ POV · curvy/chubby reader · primal play (can it be considered primal play when one of the parties involved is an animal already?) · breeding · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control].

minors do not interact.

It was rare for Chris to take you to his house in the woods on your own. Typically, the entire pack would come for their monthly run, but every once in a while he needed to come check on the place to make sure everything was in order–the amount of times he’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with the sudden thought that he didn’t turn off the lights before leaving during their last trip were too many to count at this point.

This weekend, Chris decided to take you out on a little escapade, just the two of you in his big house. You both had been working nonstop the last couple of weeks, between that and pack duties you’d hardly had any time for yourselves as a couple, so he was more than needing his alone time with you, to disconnect from everything and everyone else.

So here he was, doing the final checks on the house to make sure everything was fine before he could finally join you wherever you were in the house to lounge around and snuggle and hopefully have some delightful sex later in the evening.

“Baby, have you seen the–the…”

Walking into the living room, and seeing you all of a sudden like that, sitting on the dining table of all places, was something Chris did not expect. His mind short-circuited immediately, and the fact that you had the nerve to gasp and act surprised as soon as you spotted him wasn’t making it any better.

“Oh, my… Seems like I’ve found myself in the wolf’s lair. What am I gonna do now…” You brought your hands to your cheeks, which only squished your breasts further together, all garnished with the fakest look of concern he’d ever seen on your face.

That bra was barely even a bra, it was just a couple of pieces of fabric tied around your neck by thin straps, it did absolutely nothing to keep your breasts contained. It was white, too, practically transparent. The bottoms weren’t much better, also a barely even there piece of fabric that did incredibly poorly at covering your plump centre. But the worst pieces of all were the white and pink suspender belt, with the matching stockings over your mouth-watering thighs, and the goddamned bunny ears on your head.

Something stirred deep inside of Chris, something just so incredibly dangerous, something he just knew was exactly what you wanted to awake with this entire set-up of yours.

Prey, prey, prey, prey, prey…

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you of your fun? So of course he played along. 

“Aww, poor little bunny got lost?” Chris cooed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame, staring you up and down.

You bit your lip, nodding. “You’re not gonna do anything bad to me, right?”

Chris took a deep breath, and he got almost winded by the scent of your arousal lingering in the air. “Well… That depends, pretty bunny…”

“On?”

A smirk made its way onto his face, and Chris could already feel himself straining in his briefs. “On how fast you can run away from me”.

You bit your lip and whimpered, looking almost scared. 

There was a moment of you staring at him, and Chris staring at you… A moment of silence that fed the tension in the air. In an instant, you were getting off of that table and bolting out of the room, letting him see the fluffy tail attached to your bottoms, and he could feel the fine hairs on his nape stand on end.

Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase…

Chris immediately ripped his t-shirt off of his body and chased after you. He was suddenly feeling incredibly warm, and he could feel his instincts further clouding his reason as he looked at your form trying to get out of his reach.

He let you off easy for a few minutes, revelling in the deep breaths you took, in the way your heart was racing inside your chest, and in the smell of your scent taking a hold of every single one of his nerve-endings. Until he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to catch you, to show you your place and make you submit.

After a while of running and hiding around the house, Chris finally caught up to you on the upper floor, right after climbing the stairs–his shorts had been discarded at some point during the chase, he didn’t even notice when he’d removed them, and he, honestly, also didn’t care.

With a tight hold on your waist he pushed you against the nearest wall. He would’ve felt bad by hearing the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as your back hit the wall, but, at this point, he knew your limits, he knew how to read your body language, he knew the exact word you would use if it all became too much for you, and, especially, he knew when you were putting on an act. 

With a hand cradling the back of your head, he tilted it to the side, making himself more room to shove his face in the crook of your neck, to prod at your pulse point with the tip of his nose and get a proper whiff of that scent of yours that made him delirious, especially now with how horny you smelt, with his senses enhanced by the chase.

“What now, bunny?” Chris mumbled. He licked a stripe up the expanse of your neck, relishing the taste of your skin under his tongue, and he felt you shiver with the motion.

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “What are you gonna do to me? I’m just a poor, innocent bunny that got lost…”

“Are you, now?” Chris brought his free hand to the ears on your head, feeling the soft fur between his fingers for a moment, only to finally move that hand to your side so he could drag it all the way from your ribs down to your hips, relishing the goosebumps that rose under his touch. “And what was a pretty bunny like you looking for so insistently you ended up lost in my lair?”

“A partner”, you replied simply, although your voice got a bit shaky when he started to toy with the string that tied your underwear in place. “I just…need to be bred so badly”.

Chris could’ve fainted with how fast blood rushed from his head to his crotch.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, bunny”, he dragged his teeth down the length of your neck, until he finally found a spot to suck the first of many love bites he was ready to leave on your skin. “I can give you exactly what you want… I’ll pump you so full, pretty. Just how you need”.

“You will?” You reached for his hips, and the warmth of your hands on his bare skin was further feeding that pool of desire in the pit of his stomach. “Is the big, alpha wolf going to put his pups inside me?”

God, he might’ve been the predator, but you certainly always had the upper hand, and Chris knew you were aware of it. You always knew what to say to get him to react, to get exactly what you wanted, and he was ready to fall for it every single time.

Chris leaned in closer, close enough he could feel your lips brush against his own when he spoke. “Only if you ask nicely”.

You moved your hands from his hips to his ass, squeezing generously. “Please… Please, I need your pups so bad. Please, breed me, alph–”

A squeal left your lips when Chris took a hold of your hips and turned you around all of a sudden. He just couldn’t take it anymore, not after all that had transpired since he spotted you on that table downstairs.

With a hand on your upper back, he pressed your chest further into the wall as you pushed your hips back towards him, giving him the delicious sight of your round bottom in that barely there piece of underwear with the fluffy tail, and the way your soft flesh dipped under the taut straps of your suspender belt that held the stockings on your legs almost made him dizzy.

Chris spat on his free hand and smeared the saliva all over his length. Pulling your underwear to the side, he got a perfect view of your soaked folds. Clearly, all the running around had been a good warm up for you, too, and he was almost trembling in anticipation.

In normal circumstances, he would’ve probably stretched you out first, even loosen you up with his mouth and his tongue. But these were no normal circumstances. He could barely think straight at this point, all he knew for sure was that he needed to be inside of you and give you the pounding of your life.

Breed, breed, breed, breed, breed…

You whined once he started to push his cock inside you. The feeling of your warm, wet, tight walls stretching over his length had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He might’ve worried he was hurting you, but he knew by now that when you reached back for his hip like you were doing now, almost like you were urging him to ram himself into you already, it meant you were doing just fine, so there wasn’t a single spark of worry in his hazy mind just yet.

As soon as he was fully sheathed within your warmth, he nuzzled your neck, holding the soft skin of your hips tightly in his hands. “Don’t worry, pretty bunny. I’ll give you what you need. All of it”.

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

I'm the anon who sent the ask about Pack Mum and her frustrations; your version is fucking top notch (I'm just a switchy bitch lol) and let's be real, don't we all need a bit of that in our lives? 😩😩😩 would love to see Chris' version of that too, whatever you write is going to be amazing either way 😍

previous ask for reference

fun fact, i have a handful of drabbles written for these two that have never left my google docs (some of them probably won't, ever), since i use them as practice. for this particular scenario i already had something written, so might as well share it with y'all. please bear with me, this is barely proof read sjkdfhsdkjf

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k. | Warnings: smut | established relationship · pet names · oral [F.&M.Rec] · edging · face sitting/fucking, all that good stuff · spanking

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: pretty baby  > howre u feeling today > ???

< You: hey darling < i’m very meh < but still standing so it’s fine < you? 

> Chris💕🐺: im having a really bad day > dont wanna get into details but god i just wanna be home

< You: oh no ): < can i help you in any way?

You saw the ‘Typing…’ text under Chris’ contact name pop up and disappear a few times before he finally replied.

> Chris💕🐺: actually… > maybe > u can say no btw > but > would u sit on my face and let me edge you for a long while when im back home?

< You: how long is a long while?

> Chris💕🐺: a really long while > as much as u can stand it > just wanna dive between ur legs > want to suffocate on your cunt and your thighs baby > so bad > fuck > had to come to hide in the restroom for a bit cuz im so hard rn just thinking about it

You couldn’t help but chuckle. But being honest with yourself, the proposition certainly gave you a similar reaction to Chris’. All you could think about now was having your boyfriend’s tongue between your legs, aided by his lips and his nose to bring you to that sweet, sweet edge over and over again…

Wetness was starting to pool at your centre, your thighs pressed together to ease some of that familiar ache, and you honestly had to make the conscious effort to remember you were still at the office, in a very public space.

Your phone vibrating again in your hand brought you back from your little day dream.

> Chris💕🐺: again > u can totally say no

< You: mmm🤔 < i’d love to sit on my alpha’s handsome face < would you let me grind on it baby?

> Chris💕🐺: fuck… yes > anything as long as u just dont come > not until i tell you to > or until u cant take it anymore > yeah? 

< You: yea 😇

> Chris💕🐺: fuck > ure so good to me pretty > seriously > im gonna make u feel so good love > hydrate yourself as much as u can > its gonna be so worth it > love u prettiest

< You: love you babiest

The rest of your workday was honestly a blur. All you could think about was the evening that awaited you. So, when you finally reached home–with your boyfriend nowhere in sight–you simply took a quick shower to get squeaky clean and got yourself into one of his t-shirts to ensure his scent was all over you when he came home.

As soon as Chris made it through the front door he gave you a quick kiss, dropped his belongings wherever, and made a beeline to the bathroom to take a shower–all as he discarded pieces of clothing on the way. A very delightful sight, you’d admit.

Now here you were, laying on the sofa and scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to come out.

The second he’d gotten out of the shower, barely even patting himself dry, with his hair still wet, Chris made his way to you.

Before you could even stand up, he was already hovering over you, kissing you deeply for a moment, only to finally trace a path of kisses to your neck so he could nibble at your pulsepoint.

“Been thinking about you all day, pretty baby”, he mumbled against your skin, licking the area and kissing it after. 

“Me too, darling…” A sigh of relief passed your lips, while you all but melted under the attention your boyfriend was providing to your neck. “You got me so wet”, taking a hold of his hand, you guided it to your core, where his fingers traced your folds, spreading your essence with a deep inhale. “So fucking wet just thinking about you, Chris”. 

“Fuck…You smell so fucking good…” Burying his face further in the crook of your neck, he sucked on your pulse point, just as he eased two fingers into you, making you moan in surprise as he diligently massaged your walls. 

You bared your neck, giving your boyfriend plenty of room for him to paint purple roses on your skin. Holding tightly onto his arms, you couldn’t help but squirm a little when he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, once he started curling them to hit that sweet spot within your warmth.

“So tight, baby…” Chris mumbled as he eased a third finger into you, making you whine at the delicious stretch. “We don’t fuck for a couple of days and it’s almost like your cunt has forgotten me…” 

You shook your head, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. “Impossible. She–she knows who she belongs to”.

“Fuck…” Pulling his fingers out of you, he straightened himself. “Come here, beautiful”.

Chris laid down, motioning for you to place each knee next to his head. You did as asked, staring at him between your legs as you lowered yourself, hovering just a bit while he caressed your thighs. 

“C’mon, baby”, Chris borderline whined, bringing his hands to your hips and holding you tightly. “Sit”. 

“I’m…baby, I don’t wanna crush you”.

This was a common debate when you found yourselves in this situation. Sometimes you didn’t even need to think twice about complying, but, as a heavier person, other times you were a bit unsure. Today was one of those days, clearly. And as usual, your boyfriend was quick to reassure you.

“Babe, we’ve been through this. I’m a fucking animal, remember? All that werewolf thing? You’re not gonna crush me”, he chuckled. “Sit on me, get comfy, and brace yourself, yeah?” 

With a deep inhale, you nodded, finally lowering yourself all the way. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your mouth as soon as you felt Chris’ tongue make contact with your heat. “Oh–”

His tongue running through your folds, teasing your entrance, licking your clit, sucking on it…Every single one of his motions had tingles of pleasure travelling up and down your spine, had your chest heaving, and quiet whines coming out of your mouth.

Bringing his hands to your thighs, he held you tightly in place, so tight you wondered if you’d see a mark left in the shape of his fingers later–something you were admittedly eager to see. He was groaning a lot, you were moaning a lot, and, in no time, he had reduced you to a whimpering mess.

Maybe it was all that daydreaming you’d been doing after he sent you those texts, maybe it was just how good your boyfriend was at working you up, but you were very quickly getting close to the edge, almost ready to tip over it.

“Baby…Chris, fuck, I’m…close”, your voice quivered a bit, and Chris simply hummed in response, finally slowing his movements. 

His hands roamed your body as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub, the pressure was light enough that the signs of your approaching orgasm seemed to be fading away. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you were going to stand this at all. You’d try, of course, but you realised very quickly how badly you wanted your relief.

Kneading your breasts, Chris simply continued his motions, slowly licking your clit, or dipping his tongue inside of you for a taste. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, trying to get some extra stimulation. And whenever he licked at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit, and it had you pathetically whining as you ground your core on his face. 

When Chris finally opened his eyes to look at you, you stared right back. 

That stare-off had the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, and you were immediately trapped in that undeniably predator look of his.

It was kind of amusing, how that look seemed to have the complete opposite effect it should have on you. It should’ve made you feel intimidated, scared, but after spending this much time with Chris, after giving yourself to him so many times already, the trust you had in him made it so that stare of his just made you want to be closer to him. It enticed you, it made you shiver, made you wetter, and, right now, just by looking at him, at that utterly primal desire in his eyes, you could feel yourself grow closer to your climax again.

You genuinely couldn’t tell how long you spent right there. You had already lost count of how many times he’d brought you to the edge by the fifth time. Your legs were starting to burn, your lower back hurt, and you suddenly felt like you needed something in your mouth. 

“C–Chris”, you tugged on his hair, gasping when he quickened the pace of his tongue. “Baby… Want–”

He squeezed your bum, one butcheek in each hand, surely bruising you with the strength of his grip. It made you dizzy, and you were sure you were dripping all over him by now. He released his hold on one of your buttocks, only to land a harsh smack on it after, urging you to speak, making you shamelessly moan with the action. 

Chris hardly ever spanked you–aside from a playful, mild smack here and there. He’d told you before that he felt like he already put your body through so much with everything else, adding that, too, was just unnecessary, and that it could possibly hurt you too much. But, fuck, if the sting felt good whenever he did.

“Need your cock, baby”, you finally sighed, trembling with your upcoming release. Chris gave you a curious look, not stopping his tongue for a second, so you decided to clarify. “In my mouth, Chris. Please…”

Taking a hold of your hips, he lifted you up a bit, enough to talk. “Turn around, pretty”.

Your legs were incredibly unsteady, but you managed to do it, finally laying on Chris with his tongue once again in its rightful place within your warmth. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of your boyfriend’s cock. Incredibly hard, twitching, and with an impressive pool of pre-cum under his tip where it laid on his lower abdomen. He was clearly enjoying this a lot, and just the sight had you clenching with need..

When you took him in your hand, his thighs jerked a bit, and a moan muffled against your skin as he continued to feast on your cunt. You simply pumped him in your hand, once, twice, relishing just how hard he was. 

Wasting no more time, you licked a long stripe from his base to the tip, swirling your tongue around it for good measure. Until, finally, you took him in your mouth, eliciting a shared moan from the both of you. 

Chris’ hands dragged up and down your back, kneading your flesh as he went, moaning against your heat whenever you got him deeper into your mouth, whenever your nails dug on his thighs. 

All of a sudden, you felt Chris’ hand land harshly on one of your buttocks. The sudden sting made you moan around his length and clench around thin air. He did it again on the other, holding the supple flesh of your bum tightly in his hands right after in an attempt to soothe your skin. 

His length popped out of your mouth with a sinful sucking sound. With a hazy mind and a needy cunt, you were speaking before you could think twice about it. “More…”

Chris immediately complied, smacking one of your buttcheeks again, groaning lowly as your moans spilled freely out in the room without his cock in your mouth.

He repeated the motions a handful of times, all while you jerked him to the best of your now compromised motor skills. Your moans got increasingly more desperate the more he spanked you, and your whole body trembled with arousal.

“Pretty…” Chris mumbled, keeping you off of him enough so you could hear him, although you barely could, you were too far gone. “Put my cock back in your mouth, baby. Suck me off, and when I spank you again, you can come. Okay?” 

“Okay…”

“Good, good girl”, Chris pulled you back on his mouth, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips. 

You did as asked, taking him once again into your mouth and sucking him, rather eagerly, if you might add. Your lips caught on the ridge of his head time and time again, his tongue and his lips focused on your clit, licking and sucking harder and faster by the second, just how he did whenever he wanted you to come, and when you finally felt the sting on your ass again, you could hardly make sense of your surroundings anymore.

Before you knew it, your entire body shook with your release, desperately moaning around Chris’ length as pleasure tears fell from your eyes. It was so much, so intense, and when Chris held the back of your head in place with one of his hands and started to thrust up into your mouth you were sure you had already died and gone to heaven.

It felt like you were coming for an eternity, the sheer intensity of your release had you shaking and squirming in your boyfriend’s hold. The most satisfying part of it all, though, was when you vaguely registered Chris’ warmth flooding your mouth, making you moan once again just at the feel of his cum going down your throat, making you dizzy just by the blissed-out sounds that were coming out of his mouth. 

You swallowed it all, sucking on his tip until the very last drop of his release had coated your tongue, and as soon as Chris detached himself from your core, your body slumped, your vision clouded, and a ringing broke free in your ears.

“Baby? Baby, please. Talk to me”, Chris sounded so close. But how could he if your heads were in completely opposite directions?

“Pretty?” You felt his hands on your cheeks, and once you opened your eyes and saw the worried look on his face, you realised you were laying on the sofa, while he was crouching on the floor next to you. When did he move? He was just below you a few seconds ago. 

“Did I…Did I pass out?” You blinked at him, reaching for his hand on your face to softly caress the back of it. 

“Fuck, you did. For a few seconds. I thought I had choked you to death. Are you okay? I’m so sorry”, he was going into his Protective Alpha mode, and it made you smile. 

“I’m fine, baby. Don’t apologise. Give me a kiss”, you did feel a bit lightheaded, but you also felt light all over, as if your crushing orgasm had taken all the tension off of your body completely.

Chris sighed, pecking your lips, your nose, your cheeks, all over your face. “Fuck, give me a second. I’ll bring you some water”. 

You simply hummed, stretching your achy limbs and turning on your other side to face the backrest.

When Chris came back, you gulped the glass of water in one go before you gave it back to him so he could place it on the coffee table. 

You made grabby hands at him, and he chuckled, laying behind you and pulling you to his chest so he could press kisses on your shoulder.

“That was insane”, you mumbled while you caressed the arm he had wrapped around your waist. 

“It was, fuck…I got too carried away, you’re all bruised, love”, his fingers gently traced the curve of your bum, and you leaned into his touch. 

“Felt so good, though”, you sighed, content, further pressing your back to his chest. “So good I passed out, baby. That’s a new record”. 

Chris giggled, and you couldn’t help but giggle as well. 

“Do you feel better?” You asked, snuggling closer, relishing his warmth on your back, his warmth all around you.

“I feel like I won a million euros, a billion dollars, a trillion won…You get the point”, Chris nuzzled your nape, pressing lingering kisses there, all as he brought a hand to your belly to lightly squish your soft flesh. “Honestly just what I needed. For my pretty girlfriend to feel insanely good, and to blow my load in her perfect, warm mouth”.

You chuckled, taking a hold of his hand and bringing it to your lips so you could press a kiss on his palm, right before you turned around in his hold and cupped his cheeks, smiling at him. “I love you”. 

“Love you”, he repeated immediately, diving in for a kiss. When he pulled back, he held you tightly, pressing kisses on your cheeks. “You’re so good to me”.

“And you to me, baby”, you mumbled back, kissing him on the cheek before you tucked your head under his chin.

You both laid there for a moment, a moment of just your soft caresses on each other’s exposed skin. Until Chris heaved a satisfied sigh, pulling away from your embrace to stand up from the sofa.

“C’mon, pretty. Time to be pampered and cuddle in the tub”, Chris took you in his arms. A soft chuckle left your lips, and you held onto him, pressing tender kisses on his neck all the way to the bathroom.

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hi!

First wanted to say I love the wereroomies series!! You’re doing a great job!!

Second, small lil headcannon if you don’t mind. I know Channie’s gf is thick/curvy. And while her self confidence is normally impeccable, there are days when it gets to her cause she doesn’t look like what media wants. You can’t tell me Chan wouldn’t be behind her in the mirror helping her with her routine leading her through mantras to herself.

hooo hooo hoo, anon. you're so smart and sexy, honestly.

i'm glad you're enjoying wereroomies ! your headcanon inspired me, so i wrote this. it's barely proof-read (i went over it like, once), but since it came out of my system i figured i should share it with you all !

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: use of the word fat (not in a derogatory way. we must destigmatise the word fat and i'll stand by this til i die sdjfbsdhjkf), references to 13 going 30, discussion of body image.

“This is bullshit…” You threw your pair of jeans on the bed, huffing and swearing away as if the thing had burnt your skin.

What a fucking week. First, the coffee machine at work broke. Second, your favourite undergarments store closed for good. And third, your favourite pair of jeans just ripped at the crotch, right where your thighs rubbed against one another. The universe was clearly testing your patience and that self-assurance you’d worked so hard for.

“Baby?” Chris peeked from the door of your bedroom, looking incredibly puzzled–not like you could notice much anyway, since you were pulling clothes out of your closet like a mad person. “Are you… Good?”

“No, I’m not fucking good”, your reply was maybe a bit harsher than how you would usually address your boyfriend, but you couldn’t really measure your words right now. “I’m pissed! Why does it have to be like this?”

You kept grumbling to yourself, pulling jeans after jeans from your closet, dropping them on the floor, trying to find a pair that would fit you like the ones that just ripped. None would, though. You knew that already. That was why these were stored here, untouched. None would hold your tummy like those did, none would make your ass look as good, none would hug your waist and your hips as well as those did.

“Hey…” Chris spoke softly, walking close to where you had dropped your pile of clothes. “Talk to me?”

You huffed, annoyed, dejected, defeated by the weights of society you so desperately tried to pretend didn’t exist. “Why? Tell me why the universe decided to make me fat in a world where fat people can’t even find proper jeans to fit us, huh? It’s bullshit…”

Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, and you just huffed again, slightly annoyed. What would he know? He wasn’t only a male, but also a male in shape, handsome, surely personally sculpted by whichever wolf deity werewolves worshipped.

You started gathering your jeans from the floor, just as Chris took a look at the entire room, his eyes finally landing on the pair you had dropped on the bed earlier. He walked to them, taking them in his hands and examining them closely. Ultimately, he heaved a sigh once you dropped your pile of denim on the bed, fully intending to try them all on, even when you knew none of them would fit. They never did.

“Babe, come here…” Chris took a hold of your hand, his soft caresses on your thumb did ease you a bit, but you still felt infuriated by the entire thing.

Pulling you close, he sat on the bed, right in front of your full-length mirror, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Chris could withstand your weight with zero difficulty, you knew this already, he’d carried you and thrown you around like a ragdoll countless times. 

Hell, he’d often ask you to sit on him, borderline begging, so of course you knew he could most definitely hold your weight, but today you were particularly apprehensive about it, and it must’ve shown on your face, because he gave you his sad puppy eyes, with his sad puppy pout, and honestly, you were convinced this man must’ve studied the art of persuasion with the secret services, the intelligence service, or even fucking Kingsman.

With a sigh, you plopped yourself on his lap, letting his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close.

“I’m sorry, baby”, you mumbled against the skin of his neck, placing a quick kiss there. “I’m all grumpy today… You know I can usually stand these things, but today…”

“Don’t apologise, pretty”, Chris threaded his fingers in your hair, softly massaging your scalp in soothing motions. “It happens”.

“Mmm…” You pulled away from his neck, pouting. He chuckled softly once he took a good look at your face, pecking your lips until that pout disappeared from your face, until you were smiling and giggling.

With one final kiss, he patted your hip, a silent request for you to turn in his lap. “C’mon, let’s do that thing you do, yeah? The mirror thing?”

With his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, and pressing kisses on your cheek, you looked at yourself in the mirror–admittedly a bit hard to focus on yourself when you had your incredibly warm boyfriend smothering your face and neck with kisses.

One thing you learnt while you grew up, while you tried to find comfort in your own skin, was how the way you talked about yourself affected your self-confidence. People failed to realise how strong one’s words could be, so when you took notice of this, you started to change the way you referred to your own body, and honestly, it did help immensely.

“C’mon, pretty baby…” Chris mumbled, unravelling his arms from around your waist, shamelessly starting to caress your body. “Twenty…”

“Flirty, and thriving”, you continued the phrase, stolen from one of your favourite movies. You had been updating the decade as you aged, and it was honestly comical how much comfort it brought you.

“Mm, good, good. I’m…?” Chris attached his lips to your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, admittedly distracting you way more than helping, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

“The baddest bitch”, you sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips against your skin.

“Open your eyes, babe. Say it with your whole chest”, Chris chuckled, squeezing your thighs.

You swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth. “I’m the baddest bitch”.

“What else?”

“I’m hot as fuck”, you added, following the movement of Chris’ hands around your body, sounding a bit less steady than you should have. “Scrumptious. Full of love…”

“And?”

“Society can kiss my ass”, you finished, sighing at the feel of your boyfriend’s hands kneading your lower belly under your t-shirt.

“C’mon, one more time. All of it”, he whispered, so close to your ear you felt the fine hairs at your nape stand on end.

“I’m twenty, flirty, and thriving. I’m the baddest bitch, scrumptious, full of love, and society can kiss my fat ass”, it was a silly little phrase, but the more you said it, the more you believed it.

“That’s it, baby. You are all of those things and more”, Chris sounded genuinely satisfied, and it made you smile just at how supportive of your silly little ritual he could be. “Can I kiss your fat ass, too?”

You laughed at that, turning in his hold, straddling him and resting your arms on his shoulders, holding him close. “Of course you can, babes. You can kiss me anywhere you want”.

“Anywhere I want?” Cupping your rear, he squeezed your buttcheeks, attaching his lips to your neck immediately.

“Anywhere”, you confirmed, sighing in content at the feel of his plump lips on your skin.

“Mmm…” Chris hummed, pressing a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips, kissing you deeply. “Then I will. And later, if you want, we can go around the city to get you a new pair of jeans. After we drop these ones to get repaired, of course”.

“Repaired?” You pulled back, looking him in the eyes, incredulous.

“I know a place”, Chris shrugged, sneaking his hands under your tee and dragging his arms up and down your sides, generously squishing your soft flesh. “It’s really easy to destroy clothes when you have supernatural strength, baby. We need to get thrifty”.

With a chuckle, you pushed on his chest, and Chris immediately let his body fall on the bed with the motion. Leaning into him, you attached your lips to his, revelling in his satisfied hum as soon as you rested your body weight on him and kissed him deeply.

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

Ok but, Wereroomies!Chan letting Pack Mum take out her frustrations on him when she's had a shitty day??? Like rough riding, pulling his hair, leaving bitemarks on his shoulders and chest, and then once she's gotten it out of her system, he just spoils her some more because we all know that even if he's given her the reigns, he can't help but take over just for the sole reason of wanting to be the one who takes care of her.

it's funny you sent this today because yesterday i was thinking of this scenario but in a completely different way

some NSFW Thoughts™ under the cut

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okay so first of, i, personally, don't think pack mum would let her frustrations out like that exactly. she won't last long in that situation. one, because i don't think it's in her nature, and two, because it could really trigger Chris' Big Alpha instincts.

the way she bites his shoulder or tugs on his hair is so mild, like, chris will want to laugh ahhah

in any case, if she were to do it like that, she probably doesn't really need to hold back much ever because Chris can easily take anything she gives him. like, he'd barely even feel it, it'd be just a matter of how long until his instincts quick in

now, in case you're curious, the scenario i was thinking about was pack mum having had a shitty day at work, she's pissed, and in the middle of the day she texts Chris like "Are you gonna be home early today?" and he'll be like "Yeah?", and she'll be like "that's great. i need a favour. a big one"

and chris is gonna be like ????????? and as soon as he hears the favour, he agrees. he's salivating just thinking about getting home. hell, he'll probably leave work early, which is inconceivable, just so he can be at home before his girl

what was the favour?

her text read: "i've had a really shitty day, and i need you to fuck me. and i mean fuck me, fuck me. fuck me dumb. as rough as you can, as rough as i can stand it. don't wanna think about anything else other than you and your monster cock fucking me open. is that okay with you?? you can say no"

of fucking course chris doesn't say no

he's ready to Deliver

and deliver he does. she barely got time to step through the door before chris was on her. firstly, a shower. he's super loving and caring and doting and he'll wash her hair.

and when her muscles are all relaxed and she's all clean, then all hell breaks loose

we're talking borderline Rut levels of fucking. in any possible surface of that flat of theirs, for hours on end

needless to say, she wasn't frustrated by the end of it, but she had to call in "sick" the next day because she could barely walk lol

"a small price to pay", she'll tell christopher with a satisfied smile on her face

i've also had the same scenario in mind for a while but chris being the one frustrated lol

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Do you think that wr Christopher had a “type” prior to pretty? Like I don’t think he was exclusive with whatever his type was for but I can also imagine him not having dated someone with pretty’s body type before. Not because of any phobia but just cause he just hadn’t or it’s just who he was set up with. So like when he met pretty for the first time, when it clicked that this was his mate one of his only thoughts about her body besides his physical attraction is just excited because there was just more to love.

Like man loves his soft squish mate and the fact he can squish her. Idk if that makes sense I hope it does. Man just loves pretty in every context and form and I want what they have

Also you know he’s the biggest dork in love and would put on sunnies when he sees her sometimes because “baby you’re just too radiant for my poor eyes”

i love this question, you've got no idea just how much.

anyway, this is LONG. i got carried away, so please bear with me:

i don't think he had a type! or i guess the more accurate statement is that he wasn't aware that he had a type.

wr!chris is very people driven. i don't think he cared much about how his partners looked like as long as they were someone he clicked with. although i do think that he probably enjoyed it a lot when his partners had big thighs, for.... obvious reasons.

see, the mind of someone like him works a bit differently when it comes to physical attraction, right? so he most likely looked at curvier people and found himself appreciating the way they looked, but not necessarily going bark bark awoooga, if you know what i mean.

i guess a person with big thighs generally also comes with a tummy and other more... fleshier parts. if he was seeing someone with these attributes, i'm sure he thoroughly enjoyed them, even when back then he might've reasoned it was because he really liked that person he was with. i do think it's possible that he never dated someone that looked just like our prettiest mum, though.

i think also that it wasn't until he met pretty that he became aware that he had a type and that his body reacted to it. like, i'm sure it didn't take long after they met for him to find himself on some p*rn site like "chubby girl amateur" or looking for something similar enough lol

tbh in general wr!chris probably hadn't dated much before pretty. you can probably count former partners with one hand, but i suppose that small pool might've been diverse enough that he never suspected he had a type.

with that being said, even if he wasn't aware, i feel like someone close to him, like changbin, most definitely noticed that chris had his preferences (because after seeing your long-time friend almost give himself whiplash when he turned back to look at someone that walked by was probably a good giveaway that something was going on lol).

ultimately, pretty was born to be his mate, right? her physical appearance could change and he'd still love her with his whole heart, but if he had a say (which he doesn't, because she's her own person and he knows this, but if he had a say...), her current appearance (chubby, fat, curvy, thick, however you wanna call it) is very much his preference. which makes me believe that it's very likely that she'll always be like this.

i suppose more fat means more to squish and grab and kiss and nibble, as well as more cushioning for when he allows himself to be a bit rougher to appease the horny dog controlling his brain. and i love that for him.

hope this makes sense!! feel free to let me know if it doesn't.

anyway, here's a wr!chris meme i made the other day while chatting with a friend:

it makes me chuckle every time.

#wr!chris 🤝 me: being demisexuals who are number one fans of fat tummies and thighs #changbin the second he saw pretty and was told she was moving in probably: oh man. christopher is screwed #jesus these are a lot of words to explain how the mind of a fictional demisexual werewolf might work when it comes to physical attraction #and one that has a soulmate at that #anyway to summarise: he likes them bigggg and juicyyy #i love talking about my characters like they're real people fr lol #anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

things I think the wereroomies boys have an insane obsession of for their girlfriends that we do not talk about (or maybe it’s just me):

Chan: the curve of pretty’s neck. Listen is it a wolf thing probably. But also when she has her hair tied up or pushed to all one side and she stretches so the side of her neck is even more exposed. Listen he’s a goner. Also pairing that with and exposed collarbone and or shoulder

Minho: Minho is also a tummy stan but in a different way. Very much like a cat, Minho loves when she’s stretching/rolling around and you just get this sliver skin showing. It’s his favorite scenario when he catches her stretching out on in a patch of sun

Changbin: i have two for, one ambiguous and one not so canon compliment. First, he loves her hands, how they fit in his or on his body, and how they look with his engagement ring on them. You’ve talked very briefly about spiciest being smaller than him maybe, could you imagine her cute little paws (his wording exactly for her hands) gripping weights in the gym. It’s giving tiny hands Felix in the best way

my other for Changbin….ginger with ginger hair. He loves just staring at it in all lights, finding the different shades, twirling strands around his finger, and doing his best to help her with her hair cause I’m sure that girl has soooo much

i'm honestly very very onboard with all of these. like, especially gingerbin's has me giggling and twirling my hair because how cute is that?? for changbin to always be playing with her fingers and smiling cutely looking at her hand on his??

adorable.

chris being obsessed with pretty's neck fits. he wants to leave a proper mating bite on her so badly i wouldn't be surprised if he often dreamt about it lol

minho blowing raspberries on kitten's stomach... she probably gets a knee-jerk reaction (because... you know... cat) and always tries to push him away or unintentionally hits him. if i remember correctly someone once said here that he liked to call her tummy her primordial pouch, and i still think that's super cute.

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

listen one couple for Halloween has to be or has been little red riding hood and the big bad wolf

IT'S OBVIOUSLY PRETTY AND CHRIS!!!!!

like????????? imagine how pretty she would look with the outfit???? standing next to her giant wolf boyfriend??????? they'd look PERFECT.

not only that.... but....

c'mon, pretty and chris are ALL about primal play and predator/prey dynamics..... you can't tell me they won't be roleplaying.... they'll go to the forest close to his house and pretty would just run, while Chris chases her...... she's soooo scared..... ooohhhh, sooo scared of the big bad wolf.......... and then the chase ends on his backyard.... where pretty mum just so happens to trip and fall on the floor..... exposing herself in her skimpy little dress.... and just before the huge wolf catches up to her he shifts into his human self and..... he has to get his reward, right?????? right then and there.....

#feel free to have different opinions 👀 #now i kinda.... kinda wanna write this........... #anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

The wereroomies couples but cute sex with all the lights off except for the Christmas lights they have strung up. Very soft and cute. I don’t know which couple seems the most likely but ya know any of them probs

this has been in my inbox since dec 10 because i wanted to write a drabble inspired by it...

and the drabble is done!

but i made the executive decision of turning it into a full instalment after the lizard that controls my brain was in a silly goofy mood and decided to add something important to the end of it... so it won't come out just yet :^)

thank you for the inspiration!

#i haven't decided if i'll give any focus to christmas... but fairy lights are present #anon #ask #wereroomies ask

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Okay but once Chris and Pretty start trying don’t you think after the deed is done he’d roll over to her with the warmest smile on his face and say “This this one stuck pretty girl? We’d be awful lucky if we got it on the first try.”

Also you can’t tell me he isn’t the king of pampering her while trying to increase their odds on top of her normal princess treatment.🍑

awwww, what a cute thought, actually. he'd be so so so excited. if he could pop a tail while in his human form it'll begin wagging just at the thought of that being the moment they make a little pup (or many little pups...)

i can imagine when they do start trying, he'll start leaning into these odd werewolf courting mannerisms that would have her giggling and laughing but also endeared and definitely falling for his charm even more than she already has

#🍑 anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

idk if u have ever gone into detail about this but what pet names do the wr couples use (apart from the ones we see instead of names like pretty or kitten)

this is so so cute okay. i love pet names, i think they're so adorable and loving and and and..... yeah.

if i had to say things that we've never ever seen in the stories, here's what i think:

Chris x pretty: we know they're huge on baby and babe in all its forms, and Chris is big on using any form of pretty/beautiful/etc. i feel like pretty would call Chris puppy sometimes and it'd make his brain short-circuit?? cuz, at the end of the day isn't it essentially the same as baby??? but puppy just trickles something in the back of his mind... like puppy??? i'm not puppy...... YOU're puppy???? but at the same time he kinda likes it (but only in private). they'd both probably use pet names in other languages (because of course Chris is at least bilingual, and of course pretty knows pet names in other languages).

Minho x kitten: they've been best friends for years, they probably use dude/man/girl/dumbass as pet names. i feel like at the beginning of their relationship kitten or Minho might've been like "hey, idiot" but immediately backtrack like "shit, i'm sorry. hi, baby, dear, love, pookie, bubbie 🥰" but eventually kinda realise they're still good friends so they keep on going anyway lol. other than that, i don't think they get that creative with their pet names. Minho's singular braincell came up with kitten years ago and he simply pairs that with more common pet names and that's it.

Changbin x autumn: these two would fall into a rabbit hole of using kinda old-fashioned/flashy pet names??? my heart/my dear/my wife and... any form of fruit. Changbin is big on using fruits. "how's my precious persimmon doing this morning?" "what happened, guava?" "pineapple, what do you think about this wall paint colour?" why does he do this, you might ask? because it makes her laugh and giggle and he can hear her heartrate spike. so he keeps going. in turn, autumn would start using food as pet names as well. "looking good, hot pot" "pumpkin pie, i need your help with--" but also, Changbin is her big boy, and you bet he loves it when she calls him big boy.

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Let's sob together (ofc we always talk about wr Chris having baby fever but if pretty mom saw this???? Legs open)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CzQr2AdLlfC/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

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100% pretty would go insane. i have some thoughts, okay? i think i got carried away but i don't care atp KJAFDKSHFSD:

like, something will flip in the back of her mind, and suddenly she needs to be filled.

i can imagine the whole interaction triggering a whole afternoon holed up in their flat committing sins nonstop, and at the end (when they're in the bathtub, because you know they always end those in the bathtub) Chris will just be like "you okay??? you seemed to be very....... needy. not like i mind, but, y'know, it was more than usual?"

and she'll be hesitant to say it at first because, y'know, she knows her boyfriend. she knows whatever she says could open a can of worms.

eventually, she'll cave and be like "it's just... y'know... you with the kid...." and CHRIS will be almost winded by that statement.

pretty mate wants puppies??? mine and my pretty mate's puppies??????? OUR PUPPIES? "you... do you... want a child? like? right now?"

she'll have to do damage control, okay. she'll have to clarify not right now, not right now MANY times, otherwise Chris will go into his "no thoughts, head empty, must breed" mode and it'd probably been a long afternoon already sdkjhfskjhfsdkjf

but, honestly?????? i can't blame her.

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

!!!!!!!

Very early Chris pack when it’s just 3racha and god love our alphas but they just didn’t know about male omegas. Their birth pack didn’t have them and it was a taboo subject.

So imagine them frantically trying to help jisung get ready for his heat but also trying to not do dumb alpha things. Like I’m imagining them running around with clothespins on their noses so they “don’t smell his pheromones and react like an alpha”

Jisung never says anything cause he loves to be pampered but Minho comes along and shatters his little bubble “what do you mean he said his skin and sense of smell is super sensitive so he can’t cook or touch cleaning products?! One of his tells is intense nesting mode! He walked all the way to kittens one time to tidy up her space in awe he got stuck there during his upcoming heat.”

Needless to say his pampering he receive dropped greatly, but he could still get cuddles and kisses with quick bats of his eyelashes. And an endless supply of clothing for his nests

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this would be such a jisung move tho.... and it'd be 100% rooted on the fact that he hardly ever got pampered. he saw the opportunity and he t o o k i t.

also, getting fixated on cleaning is such a pre-heat thing dsjkfhsjdkf

#here i am once again debating on whether changbin ever helped jisung through his heats or not #i don't know if i want to make it a thing sdkjfhsjkdf #🥝 anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

The boy wolves getting into drunk arguements/wrestling matches because “No my girlfriend is the prettiest”

wr!Chris like: i LITERALLY call my girlfriend PRETTY. she's THE prettiest!!!

while wr!Minho's like: i've known my girlfriend THE LONGEST. i've seen just how PRETTY she is for more than a DECADE!!! [it's important for the mental image that you know he's super flushed].

then there's wr!Changbin like: well MY FIANCÉ is the PRETTIEST. i am MARRYING her. if there's no ring, your opinions are INVALID.

all while the girls look from the side-lines like:

pretty: we all agree we're all pretty, right?

autumn: yes, yes we do.

kitten: shouldn't we, like, stop them? they're getting nowhere with this.

[silence as they stare at the drunk alphas]

the three of them will probably end up like: nah. they're having fun, let's not take it from them.

#hyunlix and moss are drunkenly making-out in a corner. the three of them can't be bothered with this #anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Okay wait-what about…Chan accidentally walks in on Pretty when she’s only wearing panties and a cute bra (while they are still just roommates) and it starts stirring up som fantasies in his pretty little head?

(Love your work btw!! I’m too shy so I’m asking anonymously 😭)



(no worries!! lovely anons are welcome here💜💜💜)

LISTEN.... listen...... i feel like pretty is very much of the mentality "underwear is the same as swimwear so it's fine if someone sees my in my underwear", you know?????

with that being said... here are some Thoughts:

so she would be unfazed. maybe she does like the thought of being scantily clothed in front of him, but she's fine with it, not even a bit flustered okay, maybe a bit flustered... but she wouldn't admit it.

Chris, on the other hand, wouldn't be unfazed. he'd be the opposite of unfazed. you remember how in It's Cold Out he was paralysed for a few seconds when pretty was about to leave the house to meet her friend???

that's exactly what'll happen. he can't even tell what he's thinking, he's just standing there, words are coming out of his mouth but he doesn't know what he's saying.

here's the funny thing, though. on the outside he looks totally normal. he's gone on autopilot while his inner wolf is just howling in his head. we're talking full on awooo awooos for the entire time the interaction lasts. if it was an accident of course that interaction isn't lasting long. probably less than two minutes, but oh, boy, Chris has seen enough.... and yet he still wants to see more.

when he retreats to his room he keeps replaying the moment in his mind over and over again. i'm normal. i'm totally normal. that was a totally normal interaction. nothing weird or odd about it. i can be normal about it like a logical being, he'll repeat to himself.... he, quite obviously, can't be normal about it.

he can't fight off the thoughts in his head... he isn't sure if he wants to see his pretty roommate in her underwear again or if he wants to tear the garments apart to see everything instead.

you bet that's gonna be another night of shameful self-pleasure. thinking of pulling the cups of her bra down, or pulling her panties to the side...

the fact that only a glimpse of her in her underwear got him this worked up to the point of breaking his won't jerk off to the thought of my roommate rule will make him all the more frustrated with himself and his seemingly lack of self-control. he'll mop about it for a few days and then succumb to his needs once again after a couple of days lol.

i'm sure he'll get better at dealing with it with time! but that doesn't mean he won't think about those moments from time to time in the privacy of his own room or the shower...

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Canonically how does Chris refer to his pack to non supernatural persons? Cause obvi he knows them as pack, he’s proud that these people have trusted him with their safety and wellbeing (to whatever extent that actually is). Does he just say these are my friends or will he be more like actual Chris and call them his brothers (potentially sister/sister in law for the girlies with exception of pretty). How does one explain pack without being or is pack?

i think it depends on who the other person is.

if it's someone that has known him for a while, for the sake of avoiding questions he'd probably just say "my friends" even when the other person knows they're close enough for him to think of his friends as family. think of his coworkers, for example.

if it's someone he's talking to in passing and probably won't develop any form of connection, he'd go with family. like, if someone's being taken to the hospital for whatever reason, or if they've got reservations at a restaurant, whoever Chris interacts with in those situations would get the "family" story, if that makes sense...

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[therhythmafterthesummer]

I don't know if it's been covered but can wr do a partial shift? Like they can make their wolf ears pop out? Can you imagine if it wasn't a metaphorical tail wag due to happiness and a fluffy wagger just poofed it's way out?

I have a feeling it doesn't or can't or it'll have happened by now but just think how funny it would be?

K, ily bye.

honestly my first instinct is to say no, that it isn't possible.... but it's so cute to think about that i'm starting to reconsider sdkfjhskdjfhsdkf

they can already produce animal sounds and their canines enlarge during certain circumstances....... a pair of ears and a tail are starting to sound more and more possible by the day.......

#i'll think about it....... #notastraykid #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons