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nataliedecorsair · 2 months
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It's cold in winter, but there is a solution Raha has a softer side (that is hidden from almost everyone)
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rea-grimm · 5 months
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Werewolf Kid
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Kid is a werewolf and owns a bar called Victoria Punk. His entire crew works there and they are werewolves.
Kid can tell by the smell that Reader is his mate. He gets along with you.
The reader has no idea about his world.
You never really went out to bars, but you ended up getting wooed by Luffy who insisted you go with him and his gang. He led you to a bar that was located on the outskirts of town.
The bar was called Victoria Punk - the wolf's den. Werewolves were supposed to gather there, but you didn't believe that.
A skull with flames was drawn on the sign. The interior was dark in vintage style. There were two bartenders at the bar, both wearing black spiked aprons with a fiery skull as a logo. Both had wolf ears sticking out of their heads.
You walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. You noticed that both bartenders had long black fingernails that looked more like claws and wolf ears. A bartender with long blond hair mixed your drink.
But he was pushed aside by the other bartender with fiery red hair, red painted lips and black lines framing his eyes. He was arguing with Luffy about something. But by the way, they smiled, you knew they didn't think so.
During this, the bartender looked in your direction several times
"What would you like to drink?" he asked you as you finished your drink.
"What would you mix for me?" you asked him with a smile.
“Leave it to me,” he grinned smugly and began to prepare your drink.
He sized you up with his eyes before putting all the necessary ingredients into the shaker, shaking it while doing a few tricks with it. Finally, he poured a drink into a chilled glass and sipped. With this, he pushed him in front of you. You blew out the fire and drank. You haven't had a better drink.
After that, he mixed you a few more drinks before you finally learned his name. It was Eustass Kid.
Since then you started going there regularly, for a drink or two. You hit it off with Kid and went there more to see him than to drink. You liked to talk with him there, even if sometimes it was teasing the other, guessing and the like. But you had the impression that it was just some kind of banter between friends.
Sometimes you had the impression that there could be something more between you. Sometimes you caught him staring at you, stopping or not arguing.
You were both single, but Kid never made a move on you, so you tried looking elsewhere. You started texting with a guy through a dating site and you were supposed to meet for the first time at the Victoria Punk bar.
You were at the bar a few minutes early and Kid automatically poured you your favorite drink.
"Why are you so dressed up?" he asked you teasingly while cleaning the glasses. You saw him looking at you.
"What do you think, do you like it?" you asked him, standing up and turning around so he could examine you.
"Not bad. What is the opportunity? You have a date?” he asked.
“I do,” you admitted, sitting down on a chair. you noticed that at that moment, he stopped. "I met someone and we're supposed to meet here," you explained.
Kid frowned at that, his ears straightened and you thought a growl escaped his throat. However, this was lost in the surrounding music.
From that moment, all the good humour disappeared. Kid mumbled something before walking to the other side of the bar. You sighed and sipped your drink.
A few minutes later, your date finally arrived. You sat down at the table and chairs where you had more privacy. Killer served you and brought you drinks.
You chatted with him for a while, but you didn't get along with him. Something was missing and you looked for Kid. Your eyes met a few times, but each time he did, he frowned and looked the other way.
You sipped from your glass, drifting your thoughts away. You didn't expect it to be so boring and one-sided. This one didn't know how to stop and was talking total bullshit.
You sighed as a red-haired bartender appeared beside you with an irritated look on his face.
"Get out!" he growled at your date. He gave him a confused look before waving him off.
"I said get out of my bar!" he thundered again, taking him by the collar and hauling him into the air.
"What's your problem?" didn't understand your date.
"You're bothering my guests," he growled, dragging him to the door. Your date slipped out of his grip, gathered his things and left.
“Thanks,” you told the kid in relief as he walked past you back to the bar. Kid just mumbled something in response and looked away from you. However, after a while, he came back with a new drink for you and sat there with you for a while.
You were glad he was there for you. At first, he scolded a little why you brought such idiots there, but then he calmed down and even asked you how you were doing.
You hung out there with him like that for a little while longer before you decided it was time to go home. You said goodbye to Kid and left.
Then everything went back to normal between you and Kid. You hoped it could be more, but you didn't want to push the saw.
A few days later, you headed to Kid's Bar again in the evening. You looked forward to him and his cheeky remarks.
You walked into the bar looking for red hair. You didn't see him anywhere. You sat down at the bar and Killer walked over to you. He offered you something to drink, but you were more interested in where the owner was.
Killer explained to you that Kid was home. His boss had the day off today. That made you a little sad. You finished your drink and made your way to leave. Killer wore a mask, but the other employees didn't look their best today. As if they were sick or under the influence of some pills.
You headed to Kid from the bar. You wanted to surprise him and maybe you could do something. You walked up to his house and rang the doorbell. However, the whole house was completely dark and it seemed as if no one was home.
You tried knocking on the door again, but again to no avail. You tried to call him, but no one picked up. You finally wrote him a message and slowly walked home. Only now did you notice how the full moon beautifully illuminated your path.
You had barely gone a few meters when you heard a growl. The first thing you thought was that you ran into some street dog. However, when you looked back, what you saw was much bigger than any other dog. You would compare it to a wolf.
You immediately ran away. However, the animal was on your heels. You turned into an alley and realized too late that it led nowhere. You were trapped. The animal was getting closer and threatening to pounce on you.
You were afraid that was the end of you when another werewolf, even bigger than the one that was here now, came rushing from the main road and jumped on him. As they fought in front of you, blocking your escape route. The gravel was rolling next to you along with the bricks. You picked up one brick in case of emergency and planned to defend yourself with it. You put it in your purse for greater efficiency.
The newly arrived wolf won and the loser ran away with his tail down. The winner, however, stayed in the alley, looking at you. You could see in the moonlight that he had fiery red fur. He reminded you a bit of a bartender.
The werewolf was closing in on you. You were scared and didn't want to wait for him to pounce on you. Instead, you waved your purse with a brick in it and smacked him in the head with all your might. Something snapped. You weren't going to find out what it was and instead, you ran away.
You heard the werewolf growl and run towards you. You were afraid he was after you when the werewolf overtook you and stopped right in front of you. You almost bumped into him.
The werewolf growled something at you before taking a piece of your coat in his mouth and starting to drag you towards the apartment where Kid lived. You hesitated for a moment to listen to him, but when he sighed and rolled his eyes like a bartender, you decided to follow him.
The werewolf led you to the bartender's apartment, which was now unlocked. Inside was chaos. The werewolf led you into the living room, motioning for you to sit on the couch. You listened. He lay down on the other half and rested his head in your lap.
As he lay like that, you had no choice but to stay. In addition, he warmed you pleasantly and soon you fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up on the couch in warm arms. At first, you attributed it to a pleasant dream, but then you realized that someone was lying next to you.
You started to panic until you fell off the couch. When you looked to see who was lying there, it was Kid who looked at you angrily because you woke him up with your wink.
He grumbled something to the effect of why you can't sleep. You knew that you were at his house, but he wasn't here yesterday. Moreover, from the way he acted as if nothing had happened, you had the impression that he knew more than you. And also that he knew.
Kid scolded you for being out alone so late because the werewolf could have hurt you. It didn't have to be the werewolf, it could have been something else.
He then complimented you on such a blow. He told you you were strong, but it wasn't enough for a werewolf. And to emphasize his words, he showed you the healing bump on his forehead. As you absorbed all this information, it dawned on you.
Your eyes fell on his wolf ears sticking out of his hair. The whole time you thought it was some kind of hi-tech headband. That it was all just for the image of the bar, Only now did you realize that it was all real.
Kid just laughed at your reaction and stated that as his mate you should get used to it.
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karoubrugarou · 3 months
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From Tales of Eros: Laszlo's Legacy, Laszlo and his guild can't be complete without a mage. Like Yugo and Mugen, Leo needed a revision badly. His last appearance was from Night of the Lycantober of 2018 and his beast form was in 2019. I looked up better hair styles for Leo while looking up many wizards/mage references. But I am still debating whether to give him his big hat back or give him a hood. I am also debating whether to rename him Liam or still keep his old name. And unlike Laszlo and Yugo, Leo has wolf legs as he is a magical winged werewolf.
Leo © Franchesca Huerta aka Chibi Brugarou
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asmeesh · 2 months
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Wolf Biter
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kaciidubs · 3 months
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Unexpected Alpha | Spooktober 2023
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@sweetracha asked: Chan has been hiding his werewolf side from reader for awhile now but being caught up with work he forgot to check the moon cycles. Cue reader finding out about his other side. Now Channie has always been the confident dom in the relationship so you thought no different when he turned wolf. You were so...so...so wrong
❣ Summary: When an overworked Chris forgets about his rut, you're quick to help him through it. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 4.89k ❣ Warnings: Hybrid! AU, Werewolf! Chris, he has a big dick, smut, comfort, slight angst, praise, begging, riding, creampies, Dom/Sub dynamics, slight Switch! Chris, implied multiple rounds ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Alpha [once], and Darling, Reader is referred to as Baby, Princess, Good Girl, and Love, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023
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Chris was always on top of everything, it was one of the things he prided himself on when it came to his life; he kept track of schedules and deadlines, he made sure everyone was clear on instructions and plans, and he managed healthy routines - outside of his sleep schedule. 
He made sure everything was perfect and went according to the plan carefully crafted in his head, and not just for his sake - but for yours.
It had been a while since the world was introduced to nearly half of its population being some sort of shifter - hell, the industry was wonderfully saturated with shifters and shifter supporters itself - but things were different when it came to you.
You knew he was a shifter, he’d let you know that since the beginning - he just didn’t let you know what type of shifter he was; and, no, it wasn’t because he wanted to lie to you, far from it.
He was trying to protect you.
It was always speculation on what type of shifter he was amongst the fans, majority of them settling on a dog type of some sort - some even going so far as picking breeds - and they weren’t wrong in a sense, but they definitely weren’t in the right vein.
He was a wolf shifter; a werewolf for the sake of lesser words - an alpha to be exact, and though they weren’t the rarest of shifters, they weren’t regarded in the highest of honors when it came to the general media and in the same breath they were often fetishized to fit a specific stereotype.
Chris swore he would tell you when the time was right - he knew you were one of the biggest supporters when it came to all shifters - but his fear of your reaction always held him back; his fear of losing you over something he’d seen so many people before him get ridiculed for making the confession die on his tongue.
So, fate took matters in their own hands.
He knew something was wrong when he woke up with a start, an all too familiar heat blanketing his barely clothed body and coating him in a thin sheen of sweat, his senses dialed to ten as he took in the way the fan in the corner spread your scent around the bedroom; cinnamon and pound cake with an undercut of strawberries.
A low rumble vibrated through his chest, and he was close to chalking it up to a random heat spike until a flash of pain struck through his abdomen, a sharp hiss passing through clenched teeth as he tried his best not to wake you.
No… This wasn't- Could it?
Scooting his body away from the loose spooning position you both were in, he rolled onto his back and stretched his arm out in search of his phone on the nightstand. Feeling the sleek device against his fingers, he grabbed it and wasted no time in unlocking it with his fingerprint; squinting against the brightness in search for his calendar.
His worst fear was confirmed at the sight of a little red bubble highlighting the current day, the single letter ‘R’ reminding him of the one thing that managed to slip his mind among all the hustle and bustle of his life.
His rut was starting.
“Fuck… Fuck!” He whispered, eyes flicking to the time before turning off his phone and returning it back to its charging block.
He always had a plan when it came to his rut; he would stay at the dorm under the guise of saving time on transportation for early schedules, lock himself in his room, and do everything in his power to quell the almost insatiable urge to claim and breed - more specifically, claim and breed you.
However, his schedules lately have been drowning him to no end in work, recordings, practices, and preparing for their next comeback - always ending the day with him slugging his way through a shower and ultimately passing out in bed next to your already sleeping form.
There was no way he could justify a 1:43 AM trip to the dorms, if he had to stay at the dorms he’d be there straight from the JYP building, and if there were an emergency then he’d get a call that would wake both you and him.
Should he just risk it? Lie to you yet again and leave you in your shared bed alone?
His stomach turned at the thought, a displeased growl emanating from his throat.
“Channie?”
He could feel his heart - and dick - jump at the sound of your sleep laced voice, sharp eyes watching in the dark as you shuffled around to face him; even with a puffy face and barely open eyes, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.
“‘S everything okay? The kids alright?”
His breath caught, mind running too wild for his own good - kids, you were so caring, so selfless, nurturing, he could give you his kids, he could give you his pups.
“Chris?” You blinked at him, confusion threading through your voice as you reached your hand out to touch him, “Are you-”
His hand shot out to grab you by the wrist, grip tightening in the smallest of ways as he kept you from coming any closer.
“Don’t.” He gritted, willing himself to ignore the feeling of your pulse beneath his fingertips - a slight jump, a hint of worry, a spike of fear spicing your scent. “I- I’m sorry, baby, but I - I need to leave.”
Lips drawn into a frown, your eyebrows creased softly, “You need to- why? What’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on, love-”
“Then why do you have to leave? Is it one of the boys?”
“No, they’re fine-”
“So what is it? What aren’t you telling me?”
The broken sound in your voice was making his head spin, every instinct within him urging him to comfort you, to make you feel better - he could make you feel better, you could make him feel better.
“Christopher,” you started, sitting up enough to prop yourself up with your left hand, gazing down at him with soft eyes, “tell me what’s going on, baby, please, let me help you.”
Caring, understanding, open and willing, you’d shown him time and time again that you weren’t scared of them, you weren’t scared of him - so why did he keep telling himself to push you away? 
Why did he never realize that hiding from you was doing the exact opposite to what he was trying to do?
Blinking hard, he let go of your wrist in favor of pressing his hand to his face, the faint hint of strawberries simultaneously calming him and sending him into a mental spiral.
“I… I’m- It’s my rut, and I-” Dragging his hand across his face, he let it fall to the small space between the both of you, staring defeatedly at the ceiling above, “I don’t want to put that pressure onto you, I don’t trust myself to be around you.”
There was a beat of silence, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, scared of what expression you could have been holding - that is, until he felt the bed shift and a familiar weight settle itself around his hips, just barely hovering above his lap.
His eyes snapped to yours, hands instinctively finding their home on your hips, hidden underneath the familiar cotton of his t-shirt. “Baby-”
“Chris,” your voice was firm, almost challenging as your hands slid to cover his, “I don’t want you to keep hiding yourself from me.” Feeling his body tense, you nodded softly, “Yeah - I figured out why you always went to the dorms for days on end, and I thought you’d come to me when you were ready but you didn’t.”
He could feel the disappointment radiating off of you, tinging the sweet aroma he knew and loved - he had royally fucked up.
“Princess, I’m sorry - I’m so, so sorry, I really didn’t mean to-”
“I know, baby, you meant well and I love you for that - you’re so selfless it makes me want to punch you sometimes.” A light laugh rolled past your lips and you felt him slightly deflate underneath you, relaxing just a bit, “So, to make up for it, you’re going to let me be selfish and let me help you from now on.”
He went to open his mouth in retaliation but you beat him to the punch, lowering yourself onto his lap fully, nestling his clothed cock against your equally clothed cunt, the warmth barely hidden behind the cotton short circuiting his brain.
“You will let me help you, because you and I both know this pussy is leagues better than whatever you’d be using at the dorm.”
“M-My hand,” he gritted, chest heaving with deep breaths as he tried to ignore the pulsing coming from you or him or both.
“Just your hand?” You mused, tilting your head slightly.
“That’s all I’m admitting right now.” Licking his lips, he paused for a second, “Well, not all - there’s one other thing…” Watching as you nodded for him to continue, he let out a slow breath, “I’m not a dog.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “I… I never called you a d-”
“I’m a wolf.”
“Oh.”
Okay, that throb definitely came from you.
“An alpha.”
“Oh.”
The spike in your scent nearly made him lightheaded, the headiness of your arousal further thickening the already addicting smell, “A-And I promise I’ll be gentle, but if it’s too much-”
“Safeword.” You finished for him, the conversation mirroring one you’ve both had before, “I promise I’ll let you know - now, can I help you?”
Chris wasn’t sure how he was able to contain himself as long as he was with you on top of him, looking down at him with so much warmth, understanding, acceptance - that would’ve been enough to get him through the next few days alone.
Well, in theory, at least.
Nodding to your question, he watched as your lips pulled into a soft smile before your hands moved to tug at your shirt, “Help me take this off?”
He didn’t need to be told twice as his hands moved down to the hem that was pooled around your hips, fingers hooking underneath and dragging along your sides as he slowly slid the fabric up your torso,
Meeting him halfway, you pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, throwing it to some dark reach of the bedroom to be found at a later time, hopefully.
A slow hiss escaped him, large hands running across your sides and up your stomach, blazing a trail to cup your breasts in his palms. “Fuck me…”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you teased, arching into the warmth of his hands, “I thought you’d be absolutely ravaging me by now, mister wolf.”
He scoffed out a laugh, peering up at you with inquisitive eyes, “You want me to?”
“Helping you includes letting you use me however you need, so; please, Chris, use me.”
His body shivered underneath you, and before you knew it your nipples were subject to the slightly cold air of the room yet again - budding quickly in the change of temperature as his hands flew to your panties.
“Up.” He murmured, low tone bordering on a growl.
Heeding his command, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, just for a harsh tearing sound to reach your ears and bring your slightly dazed attention to your panties - or rather, the remains of your panties. He quickly tore a line down the other side before tugging it from underneath you, the sorry excuse for underwear nothing more than an ‘H’ shaped cloth before being flung into the darkness.
“Babe!”
“I’ll buy you more, whatever you want, whenever you want,” he huffed nonchalantly, bringing his right hand to your face, tapping his finger against your pouted bottom lip, “now, open.”
Choosing to save your faux sadness for another time, you parted your lips and brought two of his fingers into your mouth, tongue immediately swirling around the digits as you sucked lightly.
His eyes fluttered, dick painfully and pitifully straining against his boxer briefs, eagerly recalling the way that same tongue felt against his length - tomorrow, for sure.
Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, he brought his hand back down between your parted legs, ghosting against your outer lips, “Tell me if it’s too much.”
You nodded reassuringly, “Promise.”
With your confirmation, he dipped his fingers between your lips, collecting your arousal on his spit-slicked digits before pressing them against your slit, slowly sinking them in all the way to his knuckles.
A low moan fell from your lips as his fingers stretched you open, head lolling back with bated breaths while your thighs slightly shook from holding yourself up, “C-Can’t you go faster? We’ve had sex before, baby, I know what you feel like.”
“Ruts are… It’s different than how things normally are,” he murmured, setting a thorough pace of curling his fingers with fluid motions of his wrist, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Patience was never your friend, especially when it came to having your boyfriend in the best way imaginable, and you huffed in disdain. “You won’t- ah, hurt me, I’m wet enough, you can feel it, you know I am!”
He growled your name through gritted teeth, noting the way your walls clenched around  his fingers in response, “I know you’re excited, but I know how this works - I’m not fucking you until I know you’re ready.”
He was right, you knew he was, but you were desperate - you needed this as much as he did and maybe he was aware of that, too. Maybe he knew how much you missed him, wholly and truly as you watched him slowly get taken over by work and worry.
Sparing him the rest of your needy insistence, you adjusted yourself to lean over him, resting your bare chest against his while laying your cheek against his pillow; inadvertently opening yourself up more for his fingers to work through.
“Good girl,” Chris cooed, his free hand cupping the outside of your thigh, “it’ll be quick, I swear.”
If there was one thing to know about Chris, it was that he kept his promises, and somewhere between the hums of praise against your ear and the well timed strokes of his fingers, you found yourself three fingers deep and on the cusp of an orgasm.
“Channie, please,” you panted against his pillowcase, head spinning and ears picking up on the wet sound of his fingers dutifully working you toward your high, “wanna- fuck- wanna come on your dick, please? Please, baby, can I?”
“Love, I…” The attempt of formulating an excuse died on his tongue - you were ready, he could feel it in more ways than one, the evidence dripping down the palm of his hand.
Pushing yourself to your forearms, you hovered over his body with all the strength you could muster, gazing down at him with lust fogged eyes. “I-I told you, if it was too much I’d let you know, remember? Chris, please,” dipping your head down, your lips pressed against his plump pair in what you could only express as hopeless desperation, “this is too much, I want you in me, now.”
A shaky breath fell from his lips as his fingers stilled, willing himself to focus on the pressure of your forehead against his while your words did everything in their power to rouse his instincts.
You were ready, you wanted him - he needed you.
The next thing you registered was the long, slow drag of his fingers out of your pussy, the way your walls clenched around nothing almost enough to make you beg for him to go back to fingering you; that is, if it weren’t for the feeling of his forearms brushing against the inside of your thighs.
It was a short struggle of working his boxer briefs down his thighs with you still on top of him, but he persevered and soon they were shuffled down his legs and kicked off the side of the bed, leaving you both fully naked under the cool light of the moon streaming through the window.
You wasted no time in sitting up fully yet again, reaching behind you to take his dick in your hand and running the smooth tip along your dripping folds.
“Baby, hold- oh, fuck-” Chris’ hands flew to your hips as you began sinking down on him, his mind going blank at the feeling of your all-too-tight walls hugging every inch of his girth.
“S-So big,” you gasped, eyebrows pinching as you sunk further, “it feels- jesus christ, it feels bigger - oh my god-”
“I told you, everything’s different when I’m in rut - everything.” Hissing out a short breath, he blinked away the haze and watched your face, “Don’t rush yourself, take it slow - and if it hurts-”
“-safeword, I know, baby, just-” Sucking in a breath, you steeled your nerves before releasing it in a slow exhale, relaxing your muscles as best as you could, “I know you trust me, but I need you to trust yourself, okay?”
Blinking up at you, he let your words settle in his head - he trusted you beyond a shadow of a doubt, no questions asked, but now he needed to show himself that same level of love.
So, he did; relaxing against the bed to witness you gently fuck yourself with the half of his length currently inside of you, your hands played against his chest for further support.
With each inch slid out came a new inch that slid in, airy moans floating past your lips as you felt your walls flutter to accompany the new stretch until you were sat in his lap and twitching at the promise of your first orgasm.
“Good girl, look at you - fuck, you’re taking me so well.”
This was better than anything he could’ve dreamt of; the way your nails dug into his chest, your head bowed as you tried composing yourself as best you could, all while your pussy hugged him in a way that made his hormonal mind spin.
“B-Big.” You gasped out, involuntarily clenching your walls with a sharp inhale, “So big, Channie.”
Truly you meant to say more, you wanted to talk about how perfect he was and how good he felt, but your brain was set on how immensely full you were and how the stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt despite how big he normally was to begin with.
“I told you,” he taunted in a sing-song voice, shifting his hips upwards and earning a high pitched mewl from you in return, “but you wanted to prove yourself, wanted to help your wolf, didn’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” nodding mindlessly, you locked your eyes with his own, watery and blown out with lust, “wanna help you - want you to use me, baby.”
His breath caught, hands flexing against the flesh of your thighs as he fought back the urge to make do on your words - not yet.
“Use me first, love.” Sliding his hands up to your hips, Chris held you tight, “Come for me, then I’ll show you how thankful I am for you, yeah?”
You nodded once more before shifting your pressure onto your calves and his chest, rising halfway off of his cock to sink back in a slow rhythm - though, even that simple motion had a breathless whimper falling from your lips. After another test bounce, you picked up the pace and rode him with as much vigor as you could muster; his grip on you guiding and assisting your motions in the process.
Ragged pants and moans filled the room, though most of the sounds came from you as you fought against the fiery licks of your orgasm at your heels, wanting to ride him as close to completion as you possibly could - not that you fared any better with him any other time.
“I can feel you clenching, baby,” he grunted, bucking his hips up at your next fall, “gonna come for me? Are you gonna come for me, princess?”
“Mhm- ‘M close,” your body felt like it was on fire, thighs burning with exertion through each rise and fall that brought you closer and closer to that sweet release. “Please, please, Chris, I’m so close.”
On instinct, he brought his right hand up from its place on your hip and pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, watching as you graciously parted your lips to lick at the pad before he brought it back down to the apex of your thighs; spreading your lower lips to press his slick thumb against your clit.
It only took a few well timed flicks for you to stutter in your riding, freezing in his lap as your pussy fluttered and clenched sporadically; clipped breaths and broken moans of his name filling the air.
“Ah, C-Chris- Chris!”
The way your nails dug into his chest should’ve hurt - there would undoubtedly be marks left behind in the morning - but the only thing running through his mind was the way you looked practically vibrating in his hold, your scent further flooding his senses as the warmth of your cum further slickened his cock.
You barely had the chance to fully come down from your high when you felt a shift - then, you were falling, your back landing on the mattress and a pillow cushioning the back of your head; you were on your back now, and hovering above you was your massive, borderline feral, boyfriend.
“Did so good for me,” he purred, hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, then down again to your thighs and the backs of your knees, “such a good girl, my good girl - mine.”
A shiver ran down your spine, your pussy clenching around his length that was, surprisingly, still inside of you despite the change of positions.
“So perfect - can’t even believe you’re real sometimes.” He raised your legs up and slightly outward, eyes set in a firm gaze where you were still connected, “You deserve so much, ‘m gonna give you everything - anything you want, it’s yours.”
“You.” Breathless and starry-eyed, you spoke up once more, “I just want you, please, Chr- Please, alpha.”
The speed at which his eyes met yours would’ve made you think you said something horrendously wrong, but when all you saw was a shadow of dominance further darkening his lust blown irises, you knew your words coaxed something free.
“You want me?” His tone was low, velvety, though the grip on the backs of your knees tightened and, without warning, he bucked his hips forward to sheath a lingering inch or so back inside of you, “Then take me, princess.”
If anything, his words were a warning for what was soon to come as you were held spread open for his viewing pleasure; the sound of the mattress squeaking becoming a background tempo to the rhythmic slapping of his thighs to the bottom of your ass - fast and deep, each thrust slowly inching your body up the bed as he easily followed.
Your hand pressed against the headboard, anchoring you in place before the top of your head could meet the wood, while the other wrapped around his forearm and held on for dear life - the only thing leaving your mouth being short moans and a chorus of ‘ah, ah, ah’s.
“I’ll give you everything,” Chris huffed breathlessly, his heated gaze traveling up your body before landing on your face, “all of me - my love, my knot, my cum-” A shudder ran through his body, his thrusts growing faster, “-every last drop, just like you want, yeah?”
The closest thing to a confirmation you could offer was a rapid nod of your head, eyes rolling as the fat head of his cock brushed against a spot that had you seeing stars.
“Words, baby - tell me.”
“Yes!” You cried out, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as your second orgasm reared its head, “W-Want it- Want your knot! Need you to- F-Fuck, need you to fill me, please!”
Suddenly, you were dragged from the top of the bed toward the middle with ease, the presence of his hands behind your knees now changing to him locking your legs around his hips and propping himself up above you on his forearms.
“I’ll knot you so well, baby,” his nose brushed against yours, lips ghosting with each hushed word, “give you everything I have - I’ll make sure it sticks, you just need to take it.”
You panted pleas and promises against his lips, your arms locking around his shoulders as a hand found its way to his hair, while the other splayed across the top of his back - too far gone to fully consider the words he was saying, you just needed him.
“You can take it, you can take it.” He murmured softly, a stark contrast to the frantic thrusts currently shaking your body, “I know you can take it, right? It’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.”
A sudden grind of his hips had you flying over the edge of your second orgasm unexpectedly, barely managing a sharp moan as your back arched off of the bed as best it could with him caging you in.
Chris shivered, driving into you with short, sharp ruts as his orgasm finally began to show, the anticipation making him pant heavily above you while his eyes scanned your blissed out face; your body thrumming with the aftershocks of your high.
“C-Channie.” You whimpered, eyebrows pinching as a new presence made itself known in your abdomen, “Channie, w-what-”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed instantly, though his pace remained unchanged, “‘m almost there, princess, I just need-” A pained grunt escaped him, the beginnings of his knot starting to grow, “I need you to take it for me- Please, please, baby, take it, take me, okay? You can do it, you can.”
The increasing stretch made you keen, your nails now digging into his back in an attempt to counteract the pain, “It’s- It’s too much, baby - oh my god.” Despite your feigned protests, you found yourself locking your legs around his hips, your body more than willing to cross this next hurdle.
Each pull out became shallower and shallower, his knot slowly getting caught in your walls.
“Please, please, please, please, please.” He chanted desperately, his right hand fisting the crumpled sheets underneath you, “It can fit, it’ll fit - just a little more, princess, just a little-” The next thrust forward finally locked him in place, his knot fully surrounded by your tight walls, “Fuck! T-Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
You shook underneath him, nonsensical babbles leaving your mouth as tears of pure pleasure streaked their way down your face, “I-I- C-Come, Channie, come- ‘S big, big-”
“I-I’m gonna,” Chris heaved above you, breath rugged and short, sweat dripping down his temples, “‘m gonna come, baby- I’m gonna- Fuck, fuck, fuck-”
His voice tapered off into a high pitched whine, followed by a groan as his cock throbbed inside of you, flooding your poor cunt with wave after wave of cum.
At some point you must’ve blacked out, because when you came to he was no longer gasping for air, however the ache between your legs was still very present - though, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay inside of you after a creampie.
“Baby? Princess? Are you okay? What’s your color?”
Smiling dazedly, you hummed happily with a soft sigh, “Green, so green.”
You went to stretch your legs when a short tug stopped you in your tracks, Chris groaning above you with a sharp breath, “Don’t- Don’t move, baby.”
Running back the last few moments of consciousness, you were quickly and graciously reminded of your new predicament - though, said memory caused more harm than good, as your walls fluttered involuntarily at the spicy recollection of events.
“Baby.”
“I’m sorry!” You pouted at him, hanging your hands from his wide shoulders, “I can’t help it, it was hot.”
Chris scoffed out a chuckle, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but we’re gonna be stuck like this for a little bit until my knot goes down, okay?”
Nodding, you gave him a soft tug, smiling as he dropped his weight to lay on top of you before tucking his head in the crook of your neck, littering butterfly kisses to the undoubtedly damp skin there.
“You did such a great job, baby,” he murmured softly, nosing at the underside of your jaw, “I’m so proud of you, and… Thank you for wanting to help me through this - seriously, you didn’t have to and I just… I love you so, so much.”
“I love you too, darling,” you scratched your nails against his scalp gently, a soft hum vibrating through his chest, “just remember that I’m here for you no matter what - when I say I love you, that means all of you.” Accepting his sign of understanding as him raising slightly to catch your lips in a slow kiss, you gave him a tired smile, “Now, let me take a quick nap, because you and I both know there’s more where that came from.”
“Yeah… You’re in for a long night, princess.”
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Intoxicating ~ Hyunjin
"You had no idea you were going through your first heat, until it was already too late. Luckily your mate won't let anyone but him touch you."
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KINKTOBER: DAY TWELVE - Possessiveness + a/b/o dynamics
Pairing: Hyunjin x afab reader
Genre: explicit smut, bits of fluff, omegaverse au, a/b/o dynamics , alpha!hyunjin, omega!reader, soul mate au (werewolf mates), heat provoking rut,
Word Count: 6.5k (Look I don't want to talk about it 😅)
A/N: Okay so I went A LITTLE overboard on this one. Hence why it took longer to come out. I have very clearly been craving an omegaverse au fic and I kinda just let it flow out of me LMAO. Sorry for the delay (again), I'm almost finished up my studies for the year so will have ample amount of time after the next two weeks to catch up on Kinktober. Thank you for being patient, thank you for being supportive and amazing. I hope you all enjoy some of my deepest desires of love written through the character of our adored love stay boy. (If you noticed I changed the kink for this one, it was due to something I was more comfortable in writing and honestly just what the fic ended up portraying more!)
(this is my first omegaverse fic please be gentle with me, I tried to do some research and if I've done anything incorrectly please forgive my naïve brain)
CONTENT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT
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Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, consensual unprotected intercourse, creampie, possessive!hyunjin, biting (mating mark), knotting, marking, breeding kink (wolfie things), praises, fist fighting (a brief scene), swearing/cursing, sexual harassment and objectification (from other alphas not Hyunjin or any of the members), mention of death/feeling like you're dying, pet names: (little omega, my mate, mate, my love, baby, angel, gorgeous) (sorry but this is Hyune and I just know he pours his love out through pet names)
Your life had been turbulent the past few months. Everything happening in concession with each other, all events bleeding into one, but you were glad for the new found friends that had helped you through it all.
It was a Saturday evening when your life changed. You were on your regular running route, the cooler season change meant that the sun was setting faster now. The sky was dark, only a few streetlights paced out were guiding your path ahead, when suddenly you were attacked by what you originally thought was a dog.
You remember teeth sinking into your skin, the searing burn that spread across the surface like wildfire and you will never forget the moment you truly thought your life was ending. But against all odds, two sentinel beings sent from the heavens to rescue you, in the shape of two large wolves emerged from the treelines.
Between the tears that blurred your vision and the screams of horror expelling from your lips, you saw a tawny wolf and smaller lightly ashened wolf chase after your attacker, right before the world went black.
You awoke afraid, confused and in pain, but you were neatly tucked into a warm bed. The smell of comfort foods mixed with strange foreign scents were overwhelming your nose to the point you couldn't even pin-point any distinct features of them.
"Seungmin! She's awake!" A loud voice erupted from beside you, startling you further and you flinched sending yourself across the bedsheets away from the noise.
"Shhh, hey it's okay." A soothing voice tried to comfort you, a vision of an ashen blonde haired boy with kind features appeared beside you.
You learned quickly of the events that had brought you here. Turned out you weren't attacked by just an average rabid dog, it was a rouge werewolf that had been exiled recently and gave in to the anger of their inner wolf. Therefore making you something you never thought to even exist.
You also learned Felix and Jisung were your saviours, apart of a pack, whose territory the rouge werewolf was trespassing on. Two omega wolves who couldn't stand by and witness your attack without stepping in.
It took a few months for you to even comprehend the idea of you not being fully human anymore. You listened carefully to the teachings your two omega friends would share with you. They helped you through your first transition, comforted you when you mourned your old life and they promised a brighter future.
When you finally had a hold of your senses, they offered to introduce you to the rest of their pack, but most importantly their head alpha, in hopes he would let you join their pack.
You were never the type to believe in fate, but when you exited the elevator of the apartment complex the pack resided in and you met eyes with the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on, fate didn't seem so hard to understand.
His scent of fresh canvases mixed with citrus notes of lemon and the hint of rose petals hit your nose at full force, stunning you in place that the elevator doors almost collided with you. His eyes widened, your scent hitting him with just the same intensity and he instantly was drawn toward you.
Jisung and Felix had stilled just in front of you, glancing between you and the mysterious man with widened eyes of their own.
The man's scent screamed alpha, his alpha pheromones pouring out of him and suffocating the air around you, but it seemed familiar, alluring and your heart was thumping loudly in your chest as your senses zeroed in on him. You found yourself walking toward him, an undeniable pull dragging you towards him, and him to you.
Your inner wolf was howling, excited and preening, repeating the same word over and over in your head, 'mate' 'mate 'mate 'mate'.
The man stopped just in front of you, a delicate hand tracing the edges of your face as you watched him scan your features. The closer he was the more you felt connected to him on a deeper plane than you'd ever connected with anyone and his touch was sending shivers through you.
"Hello. Mate." The man spoke, his voice melodic, but breathlessly husky and all you wanted for the rest of you life was to hear him this close to you.
"H-Hi." You managed to stutter out, overwhelmed with the situation.
"Well, I guess that settles the whole 'joining the pack' question." Jisung joked from near you, but his voice was fizzled in the distance, too absorbed in the man in front of you.
You reached up to touch his shoulder length black hair, feeling the soft texture of it in between your finger tips. His eyes fluttered closed like he was trying to control himself, and when they re-opened, swirls of gold were fighting against his dark brown orbs.
You noticed the effect you were having and withdrew your hand.
"I'm y/n, it's really nice to meet you." You decided to introduce yourself, bounding with excitement to know who your mate was.
"Hyunjin, an alpha of this pack. It's lovely to finally meet you, my mate."
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A few weeks had passed since you met Hyunjin and joined the pack. You were trying to get your bearings on how fast paced your life had become. You had decided to keep staying in the apartment you were renting, originally to keep some normality in your life as everything else in it was changing around you.
It was hard spending so much time away from your new found mate, but between catching up at work and meeting the members of the pack you were busily distracted.
That was until today.
Today you had woken feeling clammy, overheated and you had an overwhelming need to be around the people you cared about the most, especially Hyunjin.
Hyunjin was in meetings all morning with the neighbouring packs over rouge wolves in the area -including the one who had bitten you - and then he had pack duties to attend to in the afternoon. Although you were missing him, you understood his responsibilities.
You had been invited out by Felix and Jisung to go to a house party that was being held by the neighbouring packs. A few of the other pack members were attending and Hyunjin assured you he would be there.
You spent the day trying to make yourself feel better, taking a cold shower to try and cool your body temperature down. When that didn't work you tried distracting yourself with a tv show, a fan blasting over you as you laid down on the couch, but even that hadn't worked.
Eventually you even made a pillow fort out of any blankets you could find and a few of Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix's hoodies that had been left behind, desperate to find comfort against your agitated muscles. Your pillow fort worked for a while, making you feel relaxed and comfortable, but when you had to leave it to begin getting ready for the night ahead, your irritable mood came right back.
You thought about calling Jisung or Felix, they were always there for you to explain anything you didn't yet understand about the new you and the unique comfort they provided was something only fellow close omegas could provide. However, you didn't want to bring down the mood before a night out and a little bit of irritation and cramping wasn't going to stop you from a night out with your friends.
Despite your inner feelings, you dressed yourself up, slipping into a red mini skirt and a silk black spaghetti strapped tee, pairing it with a pair of black heeled boots.
After quickly styling your hair and re-touching your make-up, you grabbed your purse and phone, and made your way to the party, sending Hyunjin a quick text to let him know you were on the way.
Stepping out of the uber you were instantly met with the booming of music echoing out of the pack house. The house was massive, people were everywhere - or werewolves you should say - and you were glad you had decided to wait until you had gotten your senses under control before you came to an event like this with everyone's scents mixing in the air.
You walked through the front door, a light breeze trickling in behind you. There wasn't too many people near the front door, but you spotted Felix and Jisung chatting to one of their other pack members who you recognised as Seungmin - a beta. There were countless other werewolves in the room, very few humans and the strong sense of alpha was on the air.
A group of werewolves you didn't recognise walked through the entry way from what appeared to be the living room as you took a few more steps into the house, shrugging off the black cardigan you had brought with you.
The group of male werewolves' heads snapped in your direction, there eyes locking in on you. You flinched under their gaze, the hairs on your arms raising defensively and suddenly alpha pheromones were filling the air, searing your nostrils.
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Hyunjin had been restless all day and he couldn't figure out exactly why.
He was exhausted from running around all week between his job and pack responsibilities which could have been the cause to his wolf's sudden agitated feelings. One thing he could rule out was his rut. It wasn't due for at least the next month and a bit and he'd never had issues tracking it in the past.
He had been at the party for roughly 20 minutes and already he had to help break up an argument, warn Jeongin to slow down on the beers and it wasn't even his pack's party, nor was he even head alpha of his own pack. The fact he had agreed to be sober tonight to drive some of the pack home, also wasn't helping his irritability.
Hyunjin was beyond excited to see you though, the motivation of finally seeing your beautiful smiling face had got him through the day and his wolf was stirring, the urge to be close to you building.
Hyunjin was finally beginning to relax against the countertop behind him, about to take a sip of the glass of water in his hand, when Felix panickily ran into the kitchen.
Felix's face was of pure terror and his scent was spiked with distress. Hyunjin's alpha kicked in, pushing himself onto his feet promptly, ditching his glass to the side.
"Alpha! It's y/n-" Hyunjin didn't need Felix to finish his sentence, at the mention of your name Hyunjin was exiting the kitchen where Felix had just entered.
He ran, following the scent of his distressed omega pack member into the entry of the hallway where his senses were overwhelmed with strong foreign alpha pheromones, but more than that the smell of you.
Hyunjin's eyes first locked on Seungmin, head to head with an alpha Hyunjin didn't know, arguing loudly, the threat of a physical altercation about to commence.
And then he saw you. Backed against the wall, surrounded by alphas who had given into their wolf instincts, towering over you like the true predators they were.
Your scent was sour, distressed, but it was sweet, alluring, intoxicating.
You were in heat.
You looked terrified, confused and you were on the brink of tears, trying your hardest to push away their advances to get closer to you.
Hyunjin saw red.
"Get your fucking hands off my mate!" Hyunjin's voice roared from across the hallway, venom dripping off every word, earning the attention of the people nearby.
Your helpless eyes flickered over to him, they were pleading him for help. 'omega' 'our mate' 'defend' 'soothe' Hyunjin's wolf was enraged, pacing inside of him, begging to be released, itching to tear the alphas apart that dared to even look at you.
Hyunjin didn't wait for the group of alphas to acknowledge his presence, before he stormed his way over, grabbing the first one he could get his hands on and shoving them harshly into the wall with a loud crack.
"Are you fucking dumb?!" Hyunjin yelled, his fists tightening on the alpha's shirt pushing him further into the wall.
Hyunjin felt another of the alphas shove his shoulder, causing the grip Hyunjin had to loosen enough for the alpha once in his grip to slump down to the floor.
"She's unclaimed. Unmarked. She's no one's!" The alpha that had shoved Hyunjin argued, moving into Hyunjin's space to only challenge him further.
"So?! Why act like animals?!" Seungmin yelled in the distance, shoving the alpha in front of him harshly.
"We are animals!" The alpha responded, shoving Seungmin back with a stronger intensity and forcing Seungmin down onto the ground.
Hyunjin's body was burning with rage. He felt outnumbered, but he didn't care, all he cared about was getting you out of here safely, and he didn't care how he had to do that.
Tightening his fist, Hyunjin swung a punch at the alpha that had shoved him and all hell broke loose. Limbs scrambling to dominate the other. Grunts and groans echoing out around the sounds of fists colliding with skin, the soft sounds of you crying urging Hyunjin on to punish the ones who dared make his mate feel this way.
Hyunjin had found himself on top of one of the other alphas, throwing punch after punch into the weakened alpha below him. Changbin -Hyunjin's pack member and fellow alpha - had joined the fight, grappling anyone that tried to lay a hand on Hyunjin.
An ear piercing whistle suddenly erupted from the entryway accompanied by a very angry, authoritarian growl.
"BREAK IT THE FUCK UP."
Head alpha Chan was the look of disappointment, accompanied by his mate and fellow head alphas of the packs in attendance tonight.
Everyone's movements halted, all attention given to the leaders in the room.
Chan's mate swiftly made her way to your side and took you protectively into her arms, ushering you toward the front door to get you away from the situation.
Hyunjin couldn't stop himself, his wolf still controlling his decision making and a loud growling emitted from him, wanting to be the only one comforting you.
"Hyunjin. Go." Chan ordered, moving into the room, the other head alphas assisting as they rounded up the other suspects in the room, wanting to know exactly what had occurred.
Hyunjin didn't wait to be told again, rushing out the front door to catch up with you and Chan's mate.
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You were confused, humiliated and ashamed at what you had just experienced. Their advances lingering on your skin, hand prints weighing down like bruises, even though they had barely touched you, the ideas alone at the intention behind their eyes and between their words, were enough to terrify you for life.
You had met Chan's mate a few times prior to today, she was another alpha, sweet in nature and very protective of her pack. The look on her face was one of disappointment in the other pack's alphas, but she was more concerned for your wellbeing, her arms tightening around you as she rushed you toward the curb of the front yard.
"Are you hurt?" She asked, once you made it to the property line, stretching her arms enough to begin inspecting your exterior for injuries.
You sucked back in some tears, trying to calm yourself down now you were out of the house and in the safe presence of a pack member.
"I-I'm okay." You reassured her, but she gave you a look that told you she didn't believe it.
"Y/N!" Hyunjin's voice called to you from back near the entrance of the house.
You turned to see your mate rushing over to you, his black locks tussled from the fight he'd just endured, cuts and some forming bruises on his arms and face that would already be healing, visible even from this distance.
You broke from Chan's mate's hold, rushing over to Hyunjin instinctively, wanting only to be in his arms where you felt most safe.
Chan's mate eyed the two of you carefully as Hyunjin took you into his embrace firmly, his nose nuzzling into the skin of your neck, needing to scent you and remind his alpha you were okay.
"Hyunjin, tread carefully she's just been through an ordeal and she's..." Chan's mate tried to explain the situation to Hyunjin, but he already knew what she was about to say, and his irritability was only returning in full force.
"She's in heat. I'm aware." Hyunjin finished the sentence for her and you froze in Hyunjin's arms.
Felix and Jisung had told you about heats before, and now your symptoms from earlier and the overwhelming need to be near Hyunjin made perfect sense.
"I'm taking her home. Sort those bastards out. If I see them again, I'll kill them." Hyunjin warned, wrapping his arm around your waist, not wasting any time in walking away from Chan's mate.
"I'll talk with you later, take care of her Hyunjin!" Chan's mate called out, before heading back toward the house.
Hyunjin escorted you over to his car that was parked on the street, and opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were sorted, pulling your seat belt over you, before climbing into the driver's seat.
As soon as he was in the car he took your face in his hands, scanning over you, concern and sadness in his eyes.
"Angel, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Flecks of gold were still swirling in Hyunjin's eyes, his wolf was very much still present and he needed to know you were unharmed, otherwise he'd be leaving you in the car to finish what he'd started back in the house.
You nodded, turning your head in his hands to place a soft kiss on the scratches and forming bruised that resided on his knuckles.
"Are you okay?" You questioned him back, concerned about his injuries, despite knowing they would heal much faster than any human injury, but still you felt guilty for being the cause of the fight that broke out.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." He reassured you, leaning over the centre console to press a gentle kiss against your lips.
His lips on yours were sending shivers through you, over-riding your brain from focusing on anything but him. His scent was calming, the hint of rose petals that normally danced with lemons and fresh canvases, more overpowering than usual, making you dizzy as his lips moved with yours carefully.
Hyunjin always touched you delicately, but with the firmness of passion he wanted to share, like he was always holding himself back from giving you everything he desired.
He pulled away, just as you were trying to deepen the kiss and gave you a small smirk.
"Let's get you home, gorgeous."
The drive back to your apartment was silent, Hyunjin's hand was resting on the console, your hand thoroughly intertwined with his. Tension had filled the air, and the more his scent mixed with it the more your skin heated, the more arousal that pooled within you uncontrollably.
Hyunjin was biting his bottom lip, eyes trained to the road ahead, fighting the urge to pull the car over and claim you. Your scent was driving him insane with every breath of it he breathed in. Being in close proximity to you and without the hint of distress on your scent, he could tell you weren't fully into your heat, and it was probably going to hit you in full force tomorrow, but if his reactions were already like this, he couldn't imagine how he would react to you tomorrow.
The thoughts roaming in his mind had him stepping on the accelerator, just needing to have you closer to him in the comfort of your home, to touch every inch of your perfect body and erase the events of the night.
Arriving at your apartment complex, Hyunjin parked in your visitor bay, immediately racing around to assist you out of the car and pulling you into his side.
Locking the car over his shoulder, you both made your way up to your apartment with hast, neither of you wanting to waste another minute without your hands on each other.
Hyunjin's lips attached to your cheek peppering kisses there as soon as you were hidden in the elevator, his arms wrapped around you from behind. He nosed the spot over your scent gland and you shivered in his hold as he breathed your scent in deeply. You could feel the bulge in his pants begin to poke your backside and waves of heat were flushing through you, at every movement he made.
"I missed you so much." Hyunjin mumbled into your neck, pressing a calculated and delicate kiss over your scent gland, making you sigh out with a deep breath. His arms around you tightening to emphasis how much he missed you.
You leant into his touch, soaking in the alpha pheromones he had begun to release into the elevator at the reaction to your scent.
"I missed you too." You mused back, resting your head onto his shoulder allowing him more access to your neck.
You couldn't help the guilty feelings creep out form the back of your mind as you allowed Hyunjin to pamper you with his affection and you straightened up to address the moment with seriousness.
"I'm so sorry about the party, I hope I haven't caused any rift between the packs, I just had no idea that I was in heat and I should have been more caref-" Your words rushed out, turning into Hyunjin's hold to share your sincerity with him, but Hyunjin couldn't stand you blaming yourself for the situation and cut off your rambles with a simple kiss.
"Tonight was not your fault. It's mine, I should have made sure you understood what your heat meant and explained the risks of going out in public unmarked while in heat. Please forgive me." Hyunjin's face and voice were the peak of regret, eyebrows furrowed concerningly together and a soft frown on his plush, light pink lips. A look that you never wanted to see again.
You shook your head at his words, but before you could respond the elevator doors opened, and Hyunjin was shuffling you through the opened doors toward your apartment.
You placed a hand on his chest, abruptly stopping him at your closed apartment door, gaining his attention, his breath halting in his throat at the first action you had taken tonight to touch him.
"You don't need to be forgiven Hyune, I need to thank you. I'm incredibly lucky to have someone who will stand by me and defend me from the world." You admitted honestly, your fingertip tracing down the buttons of his shirt, noticing a few missing from the fight he'd been in earlier.
Hyunjin beamed down at you, not responding verbally, but instead punching in the code to your apartment and ushering you further in as he took your lips back onto his, slamming the door behind the two of you.
His hands were on you, roaming the exposed skin your outfit offered him, your scent driving him more insane now that he was in your place of comfort, your scent surrounding him in every pocket of air.
He was so caught up moving his lips against your own and feeling over every curve of your body, soaking in the whimpers and moans you breathed into him, that he almost missed the nest you had created on the floor of the living room as you passed the couch.
Hyunjin's entire body froze, his face snapping from yours to take in the 'pillow fort' you had so innocently created, not understanding the true meaning behind what you had formed.
You glanced at him with confused eyes, looking between him and the mess of hoodies, blankets and pillows, not piecing together what had stunned him so much.
"Hyune?" You questioned curiously, your hands on his shoulders going into his hair, tangling themselves in his black roots to control the movement of his head in your direction.
You gulped as you came face to face with glowing amber eyes, Hyunjin's instincts swallowing his normal brown orbs. His eyes zeroed in on yours, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you just knew there would be marks there in the morning, but you lived for the sting of pleasure they provided.
"You made a pretty nest for us?" He asked breathing heavily, a low growling emitting from his chest and you just knew he was holding on to the last strings of control that were so eager to snap.
You blinked at him innocently, understanding the term he spoke about from talks with Felix and Jisung, but never connecting the dots until now.
"I-I.." You were at a loss for words, shocked by your own actions.
Hyunjin stared at you intensely, pulling you against him harder so your bodies were impossibly closer together, craving your skin against his own and growing irritated with the amount of clothing you still wore. But he had to try and remain calm, this was your first heat, he hadn't even marked you yet and he didn't want to scare you.
"My perfect angel of a mate, you have no idea how good you smell right now." Hyunjin breathed out slowly, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he took in more slow breaths to try and calm his alpha.
You felt yourself overheat at his words, your panties dampening with an unseen amount of arousal and you knew Hyunjin could smell it in the way his tongue came out of his lips to lick slowly over them.
"Hyunjin I want you." You whispered into the space between you, his eyes flickering between your own and your lips, contemplating whether or not he should give in or not.
You tightened your grip on his roots, Hyunjin let out a grunt of approval as you tilted his head back from yours so you could look into his eyes.
"Careful. I won't be able to control myself. My alpha wants to breed you so fucking bad." Hyunjin warned you, biting down into his bottom lip as his eyes glared at you with an intensity that reached your soul.
"Why don't you breed me then?"
Hyunjin's eyes grew impossibly lighter in shades of amber, his chest vibrating another low growl as he continued to remind himself over and over again that he didn't want to unleash his desires on you just yet.
"Gorgeous, I don't want to scare you. I'm pretty sure your heat has triggered my rut, I could lose myself to you. Are you really prepared to see me like that?" Hyunjin asked carefully, softening his grip on your hips after noticing the crescent like fingernail marks he was leaving in them.
You detangled your fingers from his hair and moved them down to caress his cheeks, taking his face into your hands to match the intimacy of his actions.
"Hyunjin, you could never scare me. I want you to make me yours. I love you." You finally admitted the words you'd been holding on to.
You hadn't meant to hold onto them for this long, but everything had been happening so quickly in your life and you needed to take some form of control. You knew you loved Hyunjin from the moment you met him, but you wanted the first time you told him the truth, to be a moment where it wasn't just about your undeniable connection bestowed upon you by the moon goddess. You wanted it to be human, real and raw.
Hyunjin's eyes glistened shades of amber and deep brown, the two parts of himself colliding into each other as he looked over you with so much love and adoration it made your head spin.
He barely got out a response of "I love you so much" before his lips were on yours again, his hands roughly roaming over every inch of you, desperately ripping any clothing that got in the way of his touch on your skin.
Instead of maneuvering you to the bedroom like he had originally planned, he spun you toward the nest you had built, throwing you down onto the pile of pillows surrounded by hoodies and blankets.
He crowded over you, his lips moving to the space of your neck, breathing in your aroused scent harshly and letting out a loud moan at the taste of you on his lips.
"You smell so good, want to fuck you so bad baby, you want me to breed you little omega?" Hyunjin had finally let go of the concern he was holding onto, just wanting to give in to the pleasure he knew he could provide you, the pleasure you wanted so badly.
Your body was burning for him, steaming with anticipation of the promises Hyunjin growled at you in his husky smooth voice and you ripped open his shirt, breaking off the remaining buttons, exposing his chest to you.
Hyunjin grunted at your actions, taking your exposed breasts into his hands in response and kneading them, and toying with your hardened buds as you arched up into his touch.
"I need you Hyune, want to feel you." You begged, rutting your hips upwards to grind against his clothed bulge. Hyunjin moaned at the contact, his hands gripping the fabric of your mini skirt and tearing it in two completely off of you.
You gasped at his actions, but Hyunjin didn't miss your eyes rolling back, more aroused slick slipping from you and dampening your already soaked panties. And Hyunjin could smell how sweet it was.
His cock was massive, angry, red tipped and veins were straining under the skin as he pulled it from his pants, discarding them to the couch. It was demanding to be buried deep within you, pumping his seed there to make sure it stuck.
You whimpered as you watched him kneel back in between your legs, his golden eyes roaming over the entirety of your body salivating at the vision of you in front of him.
You were already lost in lust, appreciative of Hyunjin taking his time to really view you, but you were getting impatient. You reached down ripping your panties in the same way he had just torn your skirt.
Hyunjin let out another low growl, shocked by your sudden display and that was the final straw for him.
"Fuck baby, come here." He cursed, hands pulling on your hips so you slid further down on the pillows, your core landing directly on his cock.
You arched into him, encouraging him with another rut of your hips.
"P-please Hyune, need you." But you didn't need to beg, Hyunjin was lowering himself down, his arms resting either side of your head, leaning down to take your lips against his as you felt his massive cock breach your entrance.
Even with the slick that was pouring out of you, you felt the sting of the stretch, but Hyunjin's arms were there caressing you in his embrace, his head finding it's place back in your neck.
He groaned against your skin, allowing himself to be completely absorbed in your scent, the feeling of your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him and your soft pleasured whimpering that filled his ears.
He grinded his hips, pushing more of his cock into your cunt and you whined in surprise at how electric it felt to be filled by the one that was made for you, your other half, your mate.
"You're taking me so well angel, fuck, you feel so good." Hyunjin praised against your neck, licking over the same scent gland he'd been obsessing over all night.
"S-So full... fuck." You moaned back reaching down to hold onto your thighs, opening yourself up more for him.
"You can take more baby, you're made for me. Take all of me." Hyunjin groaned, snapping his hips forward so the rest of his cock slipped in, bottoming you out with a squeal echoing out of you and around the room at the extra stretch.
You felt him in the deepest parts of you, that you thought no one would reach, your walls squeezing down on him. Your bodies were radiating a scorching heat against each other, every rock of Hyunjin's hips was clouding up your mind, forgetting everything prior to this moment.
One of Hyunjin's hands found yours on your thigh and gently nudged it away, taking control of your leg and pushing it up toward your chest, seeking a new depth.
Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, moans exploding out of you at the new angle as he pumped himself faster into you, his kisses on your neck growing soppy and desperate.
Your heart was melting under his detailed touch, from the way his hand on your thigh occasionally kneaded the flesh there almost in a comforting manner, to the way his hips grinded into you at the exact moment his lips sucked marks into your neck, as if he was claiming you in both aspects.
The smell of roses and salty lemon was in full strength as sweat covered his body, his hips moving with more vigor, his cock scraping against your walls with every motion.
Your wolf was going crazy, just as much as his was, giving them both what they had been desiring. Two hearts melting into one. Just as the thought crossed your mind, Hyunjin left your neck to stare down at you, his amber eyes blown out with lust and lips puffy and swollen.
"I-I'm not going to last much longer, needed you for so long." Hyunjin moaned, his hips stuttering in confirmation of his words and you nodded uncontrollably eager, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you.
"Claim me. I'm yours Hyune, always have been." You whined, tilting your head to the side in both pleasure and submission, signally your acceptance to your bond.
You had thought frequently about the conversation you had with Hyunjin a few days after you met. You both wanted to take things slow regardless of the thread of fate that bound you both together. You wanted to learn the minds of each other, grow together and you both wanted your first time together to be special. But now that you were both here, your bond had unravelled only to tighten back together stronger than ever.
You needed him, wanted him, desired him. You wanted no one else in this life, there was no one else in this life for you. He was your alpha, you were his omega and you had never felt such intense emotions before, but they didn't scare you, not with Hyunjin. Hyunjin made you feel complete. He was your beginning and end. You wanted it all with him, you wanted him.
Hyunjin leaned down, grinding his hips deliciously into your clit, creating extra stimulation that had you reeling close to the edge as he took your lips into his.
His lips moved with purpose, it was a final hesitation to give you one more opportunity to reject him. The fact he was always this careful with you, always this caring, it only made you realise more how utterly perfect he was and made you love him tenfold.
When he moved his lips to your cheeks, your jawline, you felt a fiery path chase them, anticipation filling your body with a desire that was unfathomable. Your walls tightening around him, your body responding to him in ways you couldn't control. Your hand remaining on your leg, abandoned it to find homage in his blackened locks, securing themselves around their roots, locking him in place at the position on your neck he had been so intently drawn to all night.
Hyunjin was lost in you, lost in your scent, lost in the way you moaned so sweetly for him, lost in how you so prettily displayed your submission for him. But he was also found in you. You were the home he had been searching for, the love he'd been craving, the words he could never find, placed perfectly in your mouth as you spoke to him with such sincerity.
You wanted to be his, and his you would be.
"You're mine, angel and I am yours." Hyunjin trailed the words over the skin of your neck like a tattoo, landing over the junction of your neck and shoulder. Licking the space there before sinking his canines into you.
You gasped at the sudden sting on your neck, convulsing in his hold as his hips grinded into you at a wild, animalist speed and his groans only matched the intensity.
Your heart was exploding with colours you couldn't identify, your mind ascending to the heavens as you felt your skin fizzle with pleasure.
Your orgasm wasn't only of pleasure, but joy, hope and an intimacy that could only be shared through the bond you had just forged.
Your walls were clamping down on him and you could feel his cock expanding within you, only making the tightness more pleasurable.
Hyunjin shook against you, releasing his canines from your neck as he lapped over the mark, pressing kisses there in between moans as he felt his knot catch, begging for release.
"You're mine. All mine. My pretty little omega, my mate. I'm gonna fill you so well." Hyunjin was completely consumed, his wolf babbling all of his hearts desires into your neck as his hot seed shot out, painting your walls with all the colours you couldn't identify. His heart bleeding out for you and filling yours.
Your hands clutched at him, dragging him further into you. Your sweaty bodies entwining in more ways than one as you locked yourselves together, breaths mixing as his lips met again with yours, not wanting the moment to end.
Hyunjin rolled carefully next to you, your bodies still attached at the hip and he pulled you into him, cuddling into your side with a gentle kiss to your cheek.
Nothing was said, you both coming down from your highs and basking in the emotion that danced around the nest you had subconsciously created for the two of you.
Hyunjin's eyes were half lidded, staring in wonderstruck at the mating mark he'd left on you and his hand raised to allow his finger to delicately trace the lines of the already healing flesh.
"I will never let anyone harm you again." He spoke softly, his voice coarse from moaning and you made a note of how heavenly raw he sounded after sex.
You looked at him with a soft smile, your own hand reaching up to trace the fading marks that remained from the fight.
"And I you. That is the last time you take a punch for me Jinnie."
Hyunjin let out a soft chuckle, feeling his knot begin to deflate as his heart only inflated at the new nickname you'd bestowed upon him.
"I will take thousands of punches for you my love, as long as you're safe and for as long as I live."
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ico-sa · 2 months
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funny omori au jumpscare
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halloween idea: werewolfwood ??? :]c
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okay sorry this wasn't going to be vashwood but i put on a couple random werewolf movies while working on it and they were consistently SUFFUSED with romantic themes so. coughs.
werewolfwood as ever has a cranky face but a soft little heart :)
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hopelessly devote
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featuring: werewolf han jisung x f. reader
synopsis: his life changed unexpectedly and he’s attempting to cope with the inner turmoil he faces as he accepts the beast living inside him.
genre: wolf au, college au, smut, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers
warnings: angst, talks about being a werewolf, and explicit sexual content (smut warnings below the cut)
word count: 5.7k
𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.
an: I’m reworking and old story and starting a connecting series with skz as werewolves. Thank you @therhythmafterthesummer for helping me edit and figure out this story.
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warnings: protected sex, fingering, soft dom jisung, mentions of marking and bruising, knotting
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It’s a quiet night, but it’s one of those nights where you haven’t been able to fall asleep. You have too much on your mind to actually fall asleep. The sound of your roommate knocking on your bedroom door catches you attention, before it slowly opens.
“Can I come in?”
Rolling over so you’re looking at the door, “yeah.” Jisung stares at you with sad eyes. Patting the bed next to you he joins you
He seems tense as he lies next to you. There’s a worried look that’s painted across his face. Laying on your side you stare at him.
“Jisung what’s wrong?”
A heavy sigh passes his lips as he turns on his side to stare at you. “The full moon is in two days.”
You can’t help but feel sorry for him. This is only going to be his second full moon and from what he’s told you the first one was very painful. He was a complete mess the following day.
“Has Chan or Changbin mentioned if it will get easier?”
“Chan said as soon as I start changing freely without the full moon it will start to barely hurt,” he doesn’t sound confident at all as he speaks to you.
“Why don’t you try changing without the moon?” You reach out, taking his hand in yours.
“YN, I’m afraid of losing control each time I change,” another heavy sigh passes his lips as he gently squeezes your hand. You’ve been by his side from the moment he got bit. You took him out to the forest the first full moon he changed. You stood by his side as he screamed in pain changing for the first time. You stayed there until he begged you to drive away. His number one fear has always been hurting you.
“There’s so many things I’m not ready for. First I have to learn how to change on command. So that each time I change it doesn’t feel like I’m dying and then I need to figure out how I even get through my first rut.”
Your cheeks burn at the thought of Jisung having to go through a rut. When he first changed Chan and Changbin came over to let him know the ups and downs of his new life. Jisung was so overwhelmed by all the information he started rambling on about it and mentioned how bad his rut will be at first.
“Do you have an idea on what you’re gonna do about your rut?” You aren’t sure why you ask. Maybe it’s because Jisung is your best friend and roommate and you’re just worried about him, or maybe it’s because you have a crush on him and part of you can’t seem to push it away.
“I’m not sure. I might have Chan and Changbin lock me up. They said the first time will be by far the worst and that afterwards I’m just gonna be,” he pauses and looks at you with his cheeks flushed. “I’m just going to be pretty horny.” He swallows loudly and stares at you awkwardly, “Chan said I’m just gonna be on edge a lot.”
“Does anything help?” you’re playing with fire by asking this but you can’t seem to stop.
“Chan said I just should act on my urges. That relieving it makes everything better.” The tips of his ears are bright red.
“I guess having a girlfriend would help,” you let out an awkward laugh.
“Yeah probably,” he drags his thumb across your skin catching your attention.
“Did you want to sleep in here tonight” it’s not the first time you would share a bed with him. Jisung has always been a person who loves skinship and often loves cuddling with you.
“Yeah I don’t exactly want to be alone. If I go to my room I’m just going to lay there and overthink everything.”
He moves so he’s laying on his back staring at the ceiling. A heavy sigh passes his lips as he looks so torn up. Without thinking you move closer to him resting your head on his chest and putting your arm across his stomach holding yourself closer to him.
“You're not alone Jisung. You never have been,” you listen to his heart and snuggle up closer to him.
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” his hand gently runs up your side. “My greatest fear is doing something that would hurt you.” His voice is shaky as he speaks to you. “I need to learn to control this so I don’t have to worry about something snapping inside me.”
You look up at him to see his eyes are glassy, “Jisung I’ve never been afraid of you. Even that night in the forest, I wasn’t afraid of you. I was just worried about you being hurt.”
You hold him tighter wanting to let him know that he's safe with you. You love him so much, and it hurts to watch him suffer through everything he’s going through.
“What happens if I hurt you?”
“It’s not going to happen, so stop worrying about it,” you know that even when he gets frustrated with you there’s never been an ounce of malice towards you. Everything with the beast inside him heightens all his emotions at one point or another but he wouldn’t ever hurt you.
“If it makes you feel better this full moon I’ll stay far away,” you know he regretted letting you go to the forest with him the first time he changed.
“Yeah that’s probably for the best,” he sighs.
“Will you be alone?” Your stomach twists just thinking about the thought of him being alone out there suffering.
“No Chan will be there, and he said Minho will come along too.”
“Okay as long as you’re not alone.”
You lay there in his arms until you both fall asleep. Your dreams consist of your best friend who is holding you close. You dream of a lazy summer afternoon where you’re both laying on your bedroom floor as teenagers laughing. Things were easier back then. You crave the normalcy of your teenage years, but you wouldn’t give up how things are now. Even though Jisung is a wolf and you wish more than anything you could take his curse away from him, you would stand by his side until the end of the world.
The morning light shines through your curtains waking you slowly. You nuzzle closer into the chest of your best friend. A soft yawn passes your lips as you close your eyes.
“Good morning,” he says softly.
“Good morning,” you slowly pull away, stretching your body.
-
The day of the full moon Jisung is on edge. He paces around your apartment for most of the morning. In the afternoon he starts telling you about his plan for attempting to work on learning to change at will.
You want nothing more than to just hold him and tell him he’ll be okay, but you know you can’t do that.
Around sunset he grabs his backpack and starts to head out. He gives you one final goodbye and holds you tight for a long moment before pressing his lips to the top of your head.
“I’ll be back after sunrise. Please stay here, and please be safe,” he says softly.
“I’ll be okay Jisung, I need you to stay safe and not worry about me.”
As he walks out the door you lock it and press your back to the door. You take a deep breath trying to hold yourself together but you can’t help the sob that breaks as you start to worry about your best friend. You know the pain he’s going to suffer through tonight is going to be excruciating. You cry for too long before you force yourself to pull it together.
You try your hardest to keep yourself distracted as the sun fully sets and the full moon rises. Looking out the window that looks onto the city, there’s an aching in your chest as you worry about Jisung.
As night comes you lay in bed barely able to sleep. You get maybe two hours of sleep as you wait for Jisung to return home. The alarm clock on your nightstand reads six in the morning. You listen carefully hearing the front door open. Leaping out of bed, you run to the living area to find an exhausted Jisung walking in. He’s dressed in a pair of sweats and a shirt. His hair looks a mess and his eyes are red like he’s been crying. Without a second thought you throw your body into his and hold him tight.
“Are you okay?” you ask, holding on.
“Yeah I’m gonna be okay,” he says as tears slowly slide down his cheeks. “It was just as hard as last time.”
Pulling away from him you reach up and wipe his tears away. He looks completely defeated as he stands there in front of you. Your heart breaks at how sad he looks. “How do I keep doing this?”
“Chan says it gets easier,” you try to remain positive as you try to hold yourself together.
“When is it gonna get easier?” He drops his head as the tears continue to slide down his cheek.
“Unfortunately I don’t know, but trust what Chan and Changbin say,” you brush away his tears gently. “Maybe before the next moon you should try to change on your own?”
“Okay,” he sighs. “Can we please nap together? I just need to be held.”
“Of course.”
Laying in his bed he lays on his side with you pressed right behind him holding him tight.
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Over the next three weeks Jisung is gone often. Whenever he’s not in school he’s with Chan, Changbin and Minho attempting to learn to change at will. They’re doing everything in their power to help Jisung cope with how his life is now.
The first few days he comes home he’s just as emotionally drained as he was the last full moon. About a week in he just seems dazed and tired. You haven’t had to hold him as he falls asleep.
He’s got a few days until his next full moon and he’s a ball of nervous energy.
Sitting on the couch next to you a heavy sigh passes his lips. You look over at him raising your eyebrow curious to what’s on his mind.
“Jisung?”
“My first rut is near,” he spats out, out of nowhere.
Your eyes go wide knowing that his first rut is going to be intense.
“Minho says that from when I got turned the timeline lines up that it’s going to happen shortly after this full moon.”
“Okay you can get through this. What’s the plan?” You assume Jisung and the small pack of boys have already made up a plan.
“I need to stay far away from you, so I won’t hurt you,” his voice is laced with worry as you stare at him.
“I’m not afraid of you hurting me,” you can’t understand why he’s so worried about hurting you.
“The boys said I’m going to have this hunger inside me that will make it where my brain will only want one thing. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
You know exactly what the one thing he’s going to need is. There’s this little part in your brain that wonders what it would be like to let him have his way with you. What it would be like to feed the beast.
“Okay. I’ll do whatever you want. Where are you going? I’m assuming you won’t be anywhere near me.”
“They said that even the scent of you could push me over the edge. I’m going to stay at Chan’s. He said most of the pack will be there to watch over me. Hyunjin just finished his first rut and he said it was intense.”
“What did Hyunjin do to get through it?” You probably shouldn’t ask but you want to know.
“Hyunjin has a girlfriend,” Jisung says with his eyes trained on you. “Hyunjin said it got to be too much and she had to help.”
“Are you going to have someone help you?” The thought of a random girl being with him intimately makes you feel sick to your stomach but you won’t ever admit that to him.
“No I can’t risk hurting anyone, and we both know I can’t just hook up with a random person.”
-
It’s the day of another full moon and Jisung is just as nervous as ever. The boys have taught him to change on command but he’s still scared. Every time he’s been out with the boys he’s come back slightly dazed and exhausted. He says it doesn’t hurt like it used to, that his body has adjusted to it. He says it still hurts but it doesn’t feel like every single bone in his body is breaking.
Sitting on his bed you watch as he packs his backpack for his night. A heavy sigh passes his lips as he stops and turns to face you. He pushes his fingers through his hair and drops his head.
“What’s wrong Jisung?”
“I feel like I had so many plans with my life. Between school, a career and wanting a relationship and this curse ruined everything.” He sounds completely frustrated by the cards he has been dealt.
“You can still finish school, and find the job you want. This isn’t something that is gonna stop someone from loving you,” reach for his hand and pull him down so he’s sitting on the bed next to you.
“How can someone love me when I’m a monster who could hurt them?” He can’t look at you as he speaks.
You wish you were more brave enough to tell him you were in love with him, helping him go through this has done nothing but make you love him even more.
“Does Hyunjin’s girlfriend love him?”
“Yeah they’ve been together a year or so.”
“Do any of the other boys have partners?” You reach over taking his hand in yours.
“Minho has a girl he refers to as his mate.” You can’t help but be stuck on the thought of them having mates. What does being a mate exactly entail?
“What does being a mate mean?”
“They haven’t told me all the details about it, but Minho mentioned that you feel an intense connection with someone. You also mark them,” his cheeks burn bright red, mentioning marking.
“What’s marking?” You can’t help but be curious.
“Um,” he’s clearly embarrassed now. “You bite the spot between their shoulder and their neck and it marks their partner as theirs. It tells other wolves to stay away.”
“Oh,” you can’t help the burning feeling that takes over your cheeks.
He stands up and looks out the window to see the sun is starting to go down. “I need to meet the boys in the forest.” He leans down and gently presses a kiss to your forehead gently. “Stay safe please. I’ll be back after sunrise.” Your conversation you just shared has left you with the feeling of your head swimming.
You follow him through your shared apartment and stop at the front door.
He stops at the door and gives you a sad smile, “Jisung, before you go I just want you to know that you can have a future with someone. That this curse doesn’t make you unloveable. Believe me someone will love and care for you.”
“I hope so because I want to love someone in return. I want to have a mate who isn’t afraid of the monster that’s in their bed.”
Stepping closer to him you rest your hand on cheek staring into his warm eyes, “you’ve never been a monster. There is absolutely nothing to be afraid of.”
-
Laying in bed at sunrise, you wait for Jisung to return home. The front door opens and you walk into the living room to find him standing there looking dazed. A heavy sigh passes his lips as he pushes his fingers through his messy hair.
He stands there staring at you with his warm eyes. He gives you a half smile and drops his backpack on the floor.
“How was it?” you ask, stepping towards him.
“It hurt, but not like it used to. I’m just really tired,” he says.
“Let’s go to bed,” you reach down, taking his hand in yours.
“I don’t deserve you,” he practically whispers.
“I’m always going to be here for you,” you pull him into your bed. Holding him close to you.
-
The last two days Jisung has been locked in his room. He’s even more easily frustrated than he normally is. Standing in the kitchen you listen carefully as Jisung’s bedroom door is open. He walks into the kitchen carrying a backpack.
“YN,” he sighs.
“Is it time?”
He nods as a sigh passes his lips, “I’m on edge and my brain is fogged. I need to leave. My brain wants to do things that it shouldn’t.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be safe please don’t worry about me,” turns on his heels to walk out the door.
“Do I not get a hug goodbye?” He’s never left without saying goodbye.
“In all honesty your scent is sending me into overdrive. I think it’s best if we don’t.”
You can’t help the feeling of rejection that takes over you. He walks out the door and you can’t help but feel worried about him. You know how much he’s been dreading this.
The whole day you attempt to distract yourself by doing homework, but you can’t help but be worried about your best friend. At night you lay awake hoping to receive at least a text from Jisung letting you know he’s okay.
It’s ten in the morning when your phone starts ringing. Unfamiliar number is on your screen and you waste no time answering the phone quickly.
“Hello?”
“YN?” You immediately recognize the voice on the other side as Chan.
“Chan, is Jisung okay?” You’re suddenly worried your best friend is hurt or something is wrong.
“Jisung is in pain,” he sighs. “His first rut isn’t easy. We told him he needs to act on his needs somehow but he won’t listen. He just keeps moaning your name,” he pauses, giving you a moment to process everything he’s saying. “I don’t know much about your friendship or relationship with Jisung. But I haven’t ever heard him mention another girl other than you.”
“Is there anything I can do?” You don’t know what you can do to help but you don’t want him in pain.
“He’s gonna kill me for even calling you, but he needs someone to help him relieve himself.”
You swallow attempting to process what he just said. “Are you asking me to have sex with him?”
“YN I’m really sorry, but yes.”
“Okay, text me your address.”
Hanging up the photo you took a moment to gather yourself. This was absolutely insane and you probably shouldn’t be so willing to do this. Looking in the mirror you push your fingers through your hair and take a deep breath. Roaming around your room you start packing up an overnight bag. You aren’t exactly sure what you’ll need or how long you’ll be gone but you start packing some clothes to change into and some hygiene essentials.
The drive to Chan’s place feels like it's taking a lifetime. Your head is swimming as you drive there. Pulling up to a house on the edge of the forest you find Chan sitting outside with a blonde boy you’ve seen a few times.
“Thank you for coming,” Chan says, walking towards you. “This is Hyunjin by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” Hyunjin says, giving you a little smile.
“Where’s Jisung?” you ask.
“Follow me,” Chan says.
He leads you into the busy house. Walking inside you see a few of boys you’ve seen before. He leads you up stairs to a room down the hall.
“He’s in there.”
You hear a loud moan that sounds a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Opening the door you step inside and find Jisung shirtless laying in bed in nothing but a pair of boxers. You can’t help stare at his toned body on display.
His eyes snap to you and he jumps out of bed quickly. “YN?” He stands there staring at you with lust blown eyes. “Why are you here?”
You drop your bag on the floor by the bag as you stare at him. “Chan said you were in pain,” you take your sweater off sitting it on top of the dresser next to you.
“I’m here to help,” you’re absolutely insane and you know it. You literally came across town to have sex with your best friend because he’s in the middle of his first rut.
“Do you have any idea what you’re offering?” He swallows loudly and steps back. “Medicine doesn’t fix this.”
“Jisung I know what I’m offering,” you take a step towards him.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he shakes his head.
There is a stinging feeling in your chest, a feeling of rejection. “It’s okay if you don’t like me like that or you’re not attracted to me. I just thought it might be nicer than some random girl.”
“YN it’s not because I’m not attracted to you or I don’t like you. I’m just worried I’m gonna hurt you. I want to knot you so bad,” he practically growls. You blush at the mention of him knotting you. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard of knotting. Early on after he was changed he mentioned it when he was rambling on one day nervously, and when you asked questions be awkwardly explained his new anatomy.
There’s a warmth that washes over your body at the thought of Jisung being rough with you and you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to stretch you open with his knot.
His breathing is heavy as he steps towards you with dark eyes. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing the world.
“You need to leave now,” he growls.
“Jisung, I don’t want to. I want to help.”
He inhales deeply, stopping right in front of you, “oh my god you smell intoxicating.”
“I can do whatever you need me to.”
He steps closer to you. There’s barely any room between you as he puts his hand on your cheek tilting your head back. He swallows loudly looking at you with a hunger in his eyes.
“I might say some stuff I don’t mean. I’m really sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable.”
“What could you possibly say that makes me uncomfortable? Jisung it’s me, I’m your best friend.”
He leans his head back taking a deep breath, “my body burns thinking about what I want to do to you. The thought of knotting you makes me feel like I’m going insane.”
You look down between you to see his hardened length straining against his boxers.
“Jisung do whatever you want,” you say softly.
His eyes snap down to yours with blown pupils. He practically growls staring at you. “Don’t say shit like that. I need you to keep me in check. Tell me I can’t be rough. Tell me I’m just your friend.”
His last sentence catches you off guard, you’re taken out of the moment as you knit your eyebrows together, “Jisung why do I have to tell you you’re just my friend?”
He swallows, stepping back shaking his head, “because if that’s not burned into my mind I could do something stupid.”
“What could you possibly do?”
“I could mark you.”
Your eyes go wide as you process what that means, “do wolves mark their friends?”
“Wolves don’t feel a need to mark someone unless they’re in love with them,” he shakes his head and moves away from you.
Reaching down grabbing his hand you stop him from walking away from you, “are you in love with me?”
“Please don’t make me answer that,” he sighs.
“Jisung tell me if you love me or not,” you demand as a sea of emotions starts to take over you. Your eyes start to brim with tears.
“I’m a monster. YN I can’t hurt you, there’s literally something inside me right now screaming at me to shove you against the wall and take you right now. It’s taking everything in me not to rip your clothes off with my teeth, shove my knot deep inside you.”
You can’t help but rub your thighs together at the mention of him ripping your clothes off with his teeth. You try to push away the inappropriate thought, “that doesn’t answer my question.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he steps closer to you again.
“You’re hurting me right by not telling me if you love me or not.”
There’s a long moment of silence between you as Jisung stares at you. The room feels small and an aching feeling is starting in your chest. “Han Jisung, if you're too afraid to admit how you’re feeling I’ll tell you how I feel. I’m hopelessly in love with you. I loved you before you turned and I’m pretty sure I fell even more in love with being by your side during this.”
“YN I’m so afraid, I love you so much and I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t ever lose me,” you know his rut is heightening all his senses. You stand right in front of him and smile at him softly. “Let me help you through this. Not as your friend but as someone who is head over heels in love with you.”
He nods his head, putting his hands on your hips and moving you closer to him. “Please don’t let me get too rough with you. I’ll try my hardest not to hurt you with my knot.”
“Okay.”
He leans down, crashing his lips into yours for a heated kiss. Your fingers tangle in his hair holding him close to you. There’s a warmth that washes over you as your lips move together.
Stepping away from you with a wild look in his eyes he practically growls, “I need you naked.”
You can’t help but smile stepping away from him. You waste no time stripping down to just your underwear. You’re completely bare from the waist up staring at him.
“You’re stunning,” he says, reaching out and taking your breast in one hand. “I can’t even say all the things I want to do to you.”
His lips crash into yours like a wave crashing on the shoreline. His hands grip your sides holding you close to him. You can’t help but moan as his hand moves down to grip your butt pulling you close.
Tilting your head back, his lips trail down your neck gently nipping at the skin.
“Jisung,” you moan loudly.
“I never thought I would hear you moan my name,” he groans with his lips against your skin.
“Please get fully naked and lay on the bed so I don’t manhandle you,” he steps away from you.
“Okay,” he’s trying his hardest not to hurt you.
Stripping away your last layer of clothes you lay down on the full size bed under the window. He strips away his own clothes and his hardened length slaps against his stomach catching your attention.
He crawls on the bed and sits on his hunches between your legs. His hands rub and down your sensitive skin on your inner thighs.
“I’ve wanted this forever for so long. Even before I turned, but when I turned I just craved you even more,” he groans. He presses his lips on your stomach. “There’s this voice inside my head that just keeps telling me all things I want to do to you. You turn me on so much it’s hard to control myself.”
“Jisung do whatever you want to me,” you can’t help but wonder about all the dirty things he’s thought about doing to you.
“I can’t lose control, no matter how much I want to lose myself in you,” he runs his finger through your already wet folds. “I can’t hurt you.”
His index finger does lazy circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves as his other hand rubs your thigh. You moan softly at the overwhelming feeling. Your eyes are focused on him as he stares at you. His finger slides into you slowly.
“Jisung please enough of this. I just want you,” you moan.
He moves away from you and lays on the bed next to you. You look over at him confused on what he’s doing.
“Condoms are in the nightstand, I need you on top. I can’t risk getting too rough. Hyunjin’s girlfriend still has bruises from Hyunjin first rut.”
Crawling off the bed you grab a foil packet from the night stand and tear it open. Crawling onto the bed you slide the rubber down his hardened length. He groans as you touch him. He’s so hard it looks absolutely painful. You straddle his waist with his erection right in front of you. Biting your bottom lip you stare at Jisung who looks feral staring up at you. Taking his length in one hand you move so you’re hovering over him. He holds his breath as you slowly sink down. Once he fills you completely you sit there on him with your hands resting on his chest.
“Han Jisung I love you,” leaning down your nose rested against his. You press your lips to his for a heated kiss.
“I love you so much, and I really need you to move because I feel like I’m dying.”
Pulling away you rest your hands on his chest as you start to move your body up and down his length. His hands tightly grip your hips as you move up and down his length. The room is filled with the echoing sounds of skin hitting skin, and the low moans passing Jisung’s lips. The sight of Jisung under you with his bottom lip caught between his teeth is a sight you want to remember for the rest of your life.
“Please go faster,” he whimpers. It’s clear he’s trying his hardest to keep control of himself.
“Anything for you,” you moan.
You pick up the pace going as quickly as you can. His hand moves to grip your butt kneading your skin and earning a low moan from you.
His head rolls back and you see the sight of his fangs showing. Your hand moves towards his jaw tilting his head down to look at you. “Are you gonna mark me?” You ask if his fangs are showing because he wants to mark you. The thought of him marking is so intriguing to you, and you can’t quite explain why.
“I can’t. Not yet,” he growls.
“Did Hyunjin mark his girlfriend?”
He grips your hips tightly causing you to still completely. His eyes are wild as he stares at you as he sits up holding your body close to him as you sit on his lap.
“He marked her, but this is different.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t just mark you because I told you I love you.”
You run your fingers through his hair and he softens under your touch, “am I your mate?”
“I believe so. I feel a connection towards you I haven’t ever felt towards someone before. I love you so much.”
“Then why don’t you mark me?”
“Because I want this to be more romantic. I don’t want to do it just because I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he sighs, dropping his head to your shoulder. His lips gently press a kiss to the area he would mark.
“Okay Jisung,” you push him back down on the bed. You smile down at him as you start to move your hips again.
“You better take me on a date after this,” you say, rolling your hips. A small smile spreads across his lips as he stares up at you.
“I will do anything for you,” he says, gripping your hips again.
You ride him until you find your release. The coil in your stomach snaps and a warm wave washes over you, the sweet release you find is unlike anything you have ever felt before. Throwing your head back you moan his name loudly not caring if any of the other boys in the house hear you. His hand tightly grips your hips as he continues to move you up and down his length as he chases his own release. There’s a stretching feeling in your core you've never experienced before. Your eyes go wide realizing his knot is expanding. You moan his name adjusting to the feeling.
He moves your body slowly up and down his length. Each time his slowly expanding knot catches your entrance you can’t help but moan.
“Are you going to let me knot you and fill you up?” He groans. The lusted filled haze is taking over his brain.
Silently you nod unable to form words. “Does it hurt baby?”
“No,” you practically scream, still adjusting to the feeling.
“I knew you could take it.” He starts pressing wet kisses up your neck as he chases his high.
He slams you down on his lap coming undone moaning your name. Leaning forward you collapse on top of him. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close as you both pant trying to catch your breath. This is a moment you want to live in for the rest of your existence.
“I love you,” he whispers, never letting go.
He holds you close reminding you that you are locked together for a while. You lean back a little to look at his beautiful face.
“Sit up for me baby,” he says softly.
With your bodies still locked together you’re resting on your knees as you sit on his lap. His hand gently rests on your hips that are already starting to show fingerprint shaped bruises.
“I hurt you,” he sighs.
“Jisung, you didn’t hurt me. Please don’t ruin this moment by worrying about some bruises. Please just hold me.”
He sighs and lays back down. “Promise me if I ever hurt you, you’ll let me know.”
“I promise, now please hold me before round two.”
He smiles and kisses the top of your head, “I see you already want another round while we’re still locked together.”
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Laying in his bed he holds your hand tightly. Tomorrow is another full moon, and even though he can now easily change at will. The full moon still scares him. You curl your body close to his resting your head on his chest. Your leg is resting across his stomach as you cling to him.
“Jisung?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Don’t be nervous. It’s going to be way easier than it’s been,” you say softly.
“I’m trying to tell myself things are getting easier,”
Things between you and Jisung are different, but it’s for the better. He pushes your hair to the side and looks at the crescent shaped mark on your skin that’s starting to fully heal.
“Did you want me to stay here or did you want me to go to Chan’s place with Minho’s mate, and Hyunjin’s girlfriend?”
“You can stay with the other girls, if you would like,” he runs his fingers across your mark.
“If I stay at Chan’s house, I’ll be closer to you.”
“You won’t have to wait for me. I'll just join you in bed.”
You lay there holding each other. You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, and you can’t help but fall more and more in love with every beat of his heart.
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[How to come out as a werewolf (and other shenanigans) ]
For 🐷 anon
Pairing: Werewolf!Bang Chan x Human!Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, A pinch of angst, Werewolf AU, University AU, Friends to Lovers
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Synopsis: You and Chan have been friends for a while now and Chan would never trade your friendship for anything in the world. The only problem? Chan’s a werewolf and you’re his mate.
Warnings: Chan gets kind of insecure in the beginning (of the fic not the smut), Slight mention of Reader having a bad day, Reader wears a bra, Reader is a tease(what’s new?), Oral(f receiving), Unprotected sex(pls don’t do this), Dacryphilla, Creampie, Pushing the big dick Chan agenda till the day I die.
Word Count: 5149
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The day Chan had found out you were his mate had begun normally. Or as normally as it could for him, since he was not only a werewolf, but the Alpha of his pack while also being a university student. So he was caught off guard when sat down in his usual seat, waiting for his lecture to start when suddenly all he could smell was you.
You who had been friends with him ever since he accidently spilled coffee all over you in his first year and expected you to yell at him when all you did was ask if he was ok before smiling the prettiest smile he had ever seen. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he shared the same classes as you when you plopped down beside him, with a teasing, “Hey coffee boy!” (He didn’t even like coffee but for you, he could pretend that he did.)
Chan couldn’t for the life of him figure out why your scent had become so addicting to him out of the blue. You, who was his first friend in university. You, who he still considered his best friend even after two years. Maybe the perfume you were wearing today just smelled so good. Or maybe it was just because of his heightened werewolf senses. Whatever the reason might be, it was driving him crazy.
The scent grew stronger when you sat down beside him, invading his mind and making him feel dizzy. He could feel his wolf trying to take over and Chan knew it would be a disaster, especially since no one actually knew that he was a werewolf in his university.
He could see you turn to talk to him and could feel his wolf stir more insistently, so he abruptly got up, startling you. “Are you ok, Channie?” You asked, voice full of concern.
The sound of your voice and the gently said nickname ‘Channie’ made his eyes flash gold. Chan dropped his head, hiding his face and hurried out of the classroom. He caught the hurt and concern flash in your eyes before he left and felt like the worst man on earth. He would definitely apologise later, he promised, after he had figured out what was happening to him.
He ran till he could no longer smell you and felt his wolf calm down. It wasn’t a peaceful calm, no, it was a melancholy calm, as if his wolf was mourning the fact that he was away from you. Chan shook his head. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off you. He couldn’t act like he had with you today, hurting you without reason when you had been nothing but wonderful to him.
Chan walked to the edge of the forest, making sure that he wasn’t visible to anyone before changing into his wolf form and running off into the woods. He needed to clear his head.
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To say that you were having a bad day would be the understatement of the year. First, your alarm did not ring so you had to rush, getting to class without eating anything or even grabbing a coffee. You cursed yourself for taking the 8 am class. Then you forgot that you had an important test, which you had definitely flunked. And now Chan was avoiding you.
You liked to joke that if you hadn’t met Chan in the first year, you wouldn’t have survived college and came so far. But now you were beginning to suspect that those words did hold a ring of truth because without his comforting presence beside you, you felt ready to just start sobbing.
You couldn’t comprehend what you had done to drive Chan away. You hadn’t acted in any different way from how you usually acted. The silvers of doubt began creeping in your mind. Had you taken a joke too far? Had you somehow offended him? Or did he suddenly realise how big of a mess you were and didn’t want you around anymore?
Before you realised it, silent tears had begun dripping down your cheeks. You dropped your head down, and prayed that no one noticed. The monotonous voice of your professor washing over you as he began the lecture did nothing to help your case as it meant that you had to sit through this three-hour class.
Thankfully, you were sitting in the back row so the professor wouldn’t notice that you were paying no attention to him. Not that he would care even if he did notice. You used the time wisely, to calm yourself down and wipe your tears off. You counted the minutes down and you were the first person to get out as soon as the lecture ended.
You almost ran to your apartment, ready to eat a whole tub of ice cream and forget about the absolutely horrible day you had. You had been lucky enough to get a reasonably priced apartment so close to your college. As you walked in, you noticed the hoodie that you had ‘borrowed’ from Chan lying on your couch and felt a wave of unexplainable hurt. You had no idea why you were so hurt about the whole ordeal. After all he hadn’t even said or done anything. Maybe he hadn’t heard you or maybe he was also having a bad day or maybe he wasn’t feeling well. You reminded yourself not to jump to conclusions.
You grabbed the hoodie and pulled it over your head, a familiar felling of warmth embracing you and breath in his scent, already feeling better. Then you took out your favourite flavour of ice cream and settled on the couch, promising yourself to talk to him tomorrow to figure out what was up with him.
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Chan didn’t realise how far he had come till he literally ran into Younghyun, the wood elf who lived in the heart of the forest. The startled yelp of his friend brought him back to the present as he turned back into his human form.
Younghyun, who had barely found his balance again, narrowed his eyes at the younger man(wolf?). “What’s gotten you so lost in thought, Channie?” He teased.
Channie. The nickname that you called him. The growl that left Chan’s lips surprised even himself as he rushed to apologise, ears turning red.
Younghyun turned his inquisitive foxy eyes on Chan. His voice was softer this time, the teasing quality had vanished. “Did you find your mate, Chan?”
The question made Chan jump. That would certainly explain everything except… “but she’s a human!” Chan blurted out.
“Ah.” Younghyun nodded. “Well that sure complicates things. Does she know what you are?”
Chan shook his head. “No, I’ve never told her. I was too afraid I would lose her.” He admitted softly. Then another thought struck him. “Besides why now? I did not feel this way before. Aren’t mates supposed to feel this as soon as they see each other?”
“It’s because she’s human. Human mates need to form a connection first. And are you sure you didn’t feel anything before? Or is it just because you didn’t realise it? Because the intensity was low?” Younghyun asked, cryptically before changing the topic abruptly. “Aren’t you supposed to have classes tomorrow? You should start back now.”
And then he disappeared. Chan rolled his eyes at Younghyun’s theatrics. But he had to admit that he had a point. After all, Chan had always felt drawn to you. He had never felt so deeply attached to any other being ever. The rate at which you had carved your way into his heart was at a speed he didn’t think was possible. The way you talked, the way you held yourself, the way you treated the people around you with kindness but did not let anyone walk over you had him mesmerised. Your laugh was his favourite sound in the world. You had made him completely and irrevocably yours.
The only problem? You had no idea. You had no idea of what he was and you had no idea of what you were to him. He was not sure that you would be ok with him, knowing what he was. And even if you did, the stigma around supernatural creatures was too extreme. He couldn’t put you through that, couldn’t be the reason behind you receiving scornful looks from your species. So he would be alright with what he was doing right now. It would be enough to just love you from afar. And if you fell in love with a human? Well, it would be enough for him to see your face light up with happiness even if it meant he would die. After all, dying for you, dying in love with you did not seem like such a bad way to go.
So, Chan decided that you wouldn’t know, you couldn’t know about this. He only had to figure out how to act normal around you. How to act like he didn’t want to kiss you every time he saw you, how to act like your scent didn’t make him lose all of his sanity but he would. Some how he would. For you, Chan would do anything.
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You had fallen asleep on the couch, still wearing Chan’s hoodie when the sound of someone rummaging through your kitchen woke you up, making you shoot up in panic. However, you relaxed when you heard Chan’s voice, talking to someone on the phone. He must have let himself in with the spare key you had given him months ago.
You let yourself melt back on the couch, fulling intending to drift off to sleep again when you realised what you were wearing. There was no way Chan wouldn’t have seen you sleeping in his hoodie. That though made blood rush to your cheeks.
You were shaken out of your stupor when you heard was Chan was saying. To be fair, you hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t ignore the distress in Chan’s voice. “No you don’t get it, Jisung!” He said. “I can’t just walk up to Y/n and say, ‘hey, I’m a werewolf and you’re my mate’! Do you realise how terrifying it would sound? Humans hate werewolves!”
Chan’s words made you freeze in shock. He was a werewolf? And according to him you were his mate? Your mind reeled with surprise but also relief. Relief of knowing that the attraction you felt wasn’t one-sided. You had already realised that you were falling in love with Chan and knowing that the two of you were meant to be, that there was something  larger tying the two of you together sent butterflies through your stomach. And Chan was wrong. You didn’t hate werewolves. In fact, you had been fascinated by them since forever. Maybe the reason for that was because you had always been waiting for Chan. Maybe you had known, deep down, that you were going to grow to love a werewolf.
You turned away and closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep when you heard Chan stepping out of the kitchen. He made his way to you softly, trying to not wake you up. He dropped a quick kiss on your forehead, thinking that you were still asleep. “Hey, Y/n”, Chan said quietly, “I’m sorry for how I reacted yesterday. I didn’t know what was happening. I’m too much of a coward to tell this to you when I’m awake, so I’ll just say it now. I love you. I’m sorry. I made breakfast for you, don’t forget to eat it, ok?”
He got up and left your apartment, silently pulling the door shut behind him. You hadn’t realised that you were holding your breath until you heard the door latch in place and inhaled sharply. You knew that Chan, being who he was, would never tell you that you were his mate voluntarily. But you couldn’t confront him directly because it would scare him off or worse and that was the last thing you wanted. So, you decided to take a more subtle approach.
Step 1: Showing him that you weren’t opposed to werewolves
When you walked into your class that day, you were pleasantly surprised to find that Chan, who was waving over to you, had saved you a seat. You made your way towards him, plopping down beside him with a dazzling smile. “Hey Chan! Are you feeling better today?” You asked.
Chan froze for a moment and if you weren’t so attuned to reading his reactions, you would have missed it. He quickly put a smile on his face. “Hey, Y/n. Yeah, I’m doing alright. I’m sorry for yesterday. Did you eat the breakfast I made for you? I wrote you a note so you wouldn’t miss it.”
You nodded. “Yep! Thanks for making it for me, Channie, you’re too sweet.” You rummaged through your bag, holding out the coffee you got for him. “Here you go.” You give him a smile which had butterflies swarming in Chan’s stomach.
“Thanks, Y/n, I needed this.” Chan replied and he wasn’t lying when because he had essential stayed up the entire night.
You decided that this was the perfect time to make your move. You pretended to look through your bag, ‘accidently’ dropping a book. Chan reached down to pick it up, stiffening when he saw the title. “Why do you have book on history of werewolves?” He muttered, quietly.
You acted as if you hadn’t meant for him to see that, snatching the book out of his hands and shoving it back into your bag. “Y/n?” Chan prompted softly.
You glanced at him, taking in how his ears had turned red. “It’s just,” you whispered, “I feel like a lot of prejudice against supernatural creatures, especially werewolves is unfounded. They don’t even harm us in any way, hell, many of them might even be our friends or people we love. I think the stigma against werewolves is too overdone because people are scared of anything that goes beyond their perception of ‘natural’ and they think that only what they acknowledge as ‘natural’ should exist. Everything that is different from them immediately becomes unnatural. And it just pisses me off, Chan, because werewolves are people too and we shouldn’t treat them like many humans do.”
You weren’t lying about anything that you just said. You fully believed it and you wanted Chan to know how you felt about him, even you might be speaking indirectly. Chan looked at you in a mixture of shock and relief, like you had just gifted him something immensely precious.
Your professor walked in right as Chan was about to say something, cutting him off. You cursed the universe for the amazing timing.
At least step 1 was a success.
Step 2: Showing him that you were comfortable with werewolves(or at least the idea of them). And make him admit to being one in the process?
You decided to give Chan a few days to take in the bombshell you dropped on him. What you didn’t expect, however, was that it would be Chan who would bring up werewolves first.
You were sitting in a café near your university, trying to catch up on your assignments when Chan began in forced casual voice, “So uh.. you’re interested in werewolves?”
Your head shot up so fast that you almost gave yourself whiplash. You stared at him in shock, not having expected him to say that. The silenced stretched between the two of you and Chan’s ears were beginning to turn red. His eyes darted over the café, trying to avoid your eyes. Chan cursed himself. He had probably made you uncomfortable, of course you weren’t happy with talking about werewolves. Just as he was about to apologise, you burst out, “Yes!” in an embarrassingly loud voice.
A few people turned to look at you in shock and you felt heat rush to your face. You dropped you head down, muttering a silent “Sorry.”
Meanwhile Chan, who was taken aback by your outburst at first, felt the ends of his lips turn upwards as he let out a shy giggle at your cuteness. “That interested, huh?” He tried to tease you but the teasing quality was lost because of the giggles he couldn’t stop from escaping.
You heard the squeaky laughter of his that you loved so much and decided that, hell, embarrassing yourself was worth it. Your own chuckles joined his as you both stared at each other, lost in each other’s eyes, in the bubble of joy that you had created for yourself.
When you had finally calmed down, you continued in a much more appropriate decibel of voice, “So werewolves?”
Chan nodded, his ears and cheek still dusted in red. “Yeah, werewolves. Don’t humans hate us or something?”
You immediately caught the framing of that sentence but decided not to comment on it. You figured that you’d wait for him to actually confess to you, not accidently.  “Nah, I don’t. Like I said I really don’t think werewolves have done anything to warrant this behaviour from us.”
“So…if you suddenly found that you were a mate of a werewolf, you wouldn’t be, like, scared? Or apprehensive?” He asked and he wasn’t successful in keeping the little tremors out of his voice.
“Where’s this coming from?” You shrugged. “But no, I wouldn’t be scared or even apprehensive. I’d be happy, actually because isn’t the idea of mates a little romantic? The idea that we were destined to find and fall in love with each other is very romantic, don’t you think?”
Chan was looking at you with such tender and loving eyes that you almost melted. You didn’t think he was aware of how his dimples were on full display or how you were looking at him with the exact same look. His dreamy gaze made you want to kiss him senseless. You didn’t know how much time the two of you spent admiring each other but the ping of your laptop, announcing that it needed to be charged, shook the two of you out of the trance you had fallen under.
You looked away at the same time, with identical grins and blushed cheeks.
Step 2- success.
Step 3: Make him jealous?
To be fair to you, you hadn’t even meant for step 3 to go this way. Your childhood best friend, Mingyu, was visiting and since you didn’t get to spend time with him often, you were naturally excited. And you were hanging out with Chan in your apartment when you started telling him about it, with a thrilled expression that he might have found adorable if you weren’t talking about another guy.
Chan knew that you didn’t owe him anything, hell you didn’t even know that you were his mate. But he couldn’t stop the hot coil of jealousy from growing in his stomach. “So this Mingyu guy…when are you going to meet him exactly?” Chan asked, forcing his tone to remain cheerful.
“Huh? Oh yeah, tomorrow.” You replied, happily.
The coil in Chan’s stomach burned at your happy expression. He clenched his jaw, his wolf protesting  at the thought of you falling for someone else. “And you like him?” Chan muttered, his voice low.
Chan’s deep voice sent heat rushing straight to your core. You knew he was getting jealous even though there was nothing to get jealous of. “And if I do?” You smirked.
Chan’s eyes darkened and flashed with gold as his wolf’s possessiveness grew. He couldn’t stop himself from growling, “You’re mine”. The words and the jealousy in his voice surprised even himself as he fought to control his wolf and apologise to you. You weren’t his, Chan reminded himself, and he couldn’t control your life like that. It was wrong of him to do that.
But when he looked back at you, the apology on his tongue, his eyes widened when he saw you grinning at him. You looked like the cat who had gotten the cream. “Oh? Is that so? Remind me why I’m yours, Channie.” You practically purred, walking closer to him with every word you uttered.
Chan could smell your arousal, courtesy of his heightened werewolf senses, and the smell sent his head into a dizzying spiral of excitement. His pants tightened, his dick rubbing against the fabric. His own lips curled upwards in a lazy smirk. “Do I turn you on, baby?”
You were sure that your panties were soaked by now. You reached forward, your hand hovering over his (clothed) erection, as you looked at him to make sure you weren’t overstepping his boundaries. He gave you a quick nod, covering your hand with his and setting it down on his cock. You grabbed his hand with your other one, entangling your fingers together. Then you started moving your hand, rubbing over his dick. “Do I turn you on, baby?” You teased.
Chan’s grip on your hand tightened, as his other hand moved to hold your waist, keeping you in place and his head fell back as he let out a downright pornographic moan. The sound goaded you on as you increased your speed, causing his hips to jump and his grip to tighten. “Fuck, baby, just like that.” He groaned.
Just when you thought he was going to cum like that, he flipped you around so that you were lying under him. Chan caught hold of both of your hands with his, pinning them above your head as he nipped at your neck making you let out a surprised moan. He took off your t-shirt, trailing little bites and open-mouthed kisses along your body, making you squirm. He paused to admire his work, hissing, “Now everyone will know who you belong to, pretty.”
You were sure that your panties were sodden by now. You pulled him closer by his hoodie, smashing your lips into his. You tugged at the hem of his hoodie and he took the hint, pulling it off before attaching your lips with his again. One of his hands played with the button of your jeans, and the other unhooked your bra. You raked your nails over his toned abs and Chan’s breath hitched. He kissed you with more fervour, pulling your bra off. He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off, surprised and pleased to find that your panties were absolutely wet. He peeled them off, revealing your glistening pussy.
Chan kneeled down, desperate to get a taste of you. He rubbed his finger over your clit and you gasped loudly, your hips jumping up. He held your hips down with one hand, playing with your clit and pushing his tongue inside of you. You keened and grabbed his hair to anchor yourself.
Chan ate you out like you were his favourite meal, not giving you a moment of respite. Your legs almost snapped shut when his tongue delved deeper inside you and his hands pressed your legs apart, holding you open for him. Your pussy pulsated around his tongue and you reached your limit when his nose nudged your clit. Your back arched and your grip on Chan’s hair tightened as your orgasm washed over you. He lapped up at it, not letting a single drop go to waste.
Chan looked at you through hooded eyes as he pressed little kisses on your thighs. When you had come down from your high, you tugged him up, pulling him in a bruising kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and that made heat pool in your core again.
Chan broke the kiss and you whined, chasing his lips. He chuckled. “Think you can keep going babe?” He asked, dropping a quick kiss on your lips.
“Of course I can, Channie.” You smiled. “Do you have a condom?”
Chan softly cursed himself. “No, I don’t” He pouted, making you laugh.
You traced your hand over his cheek, making him lean into your touch. “I’m clean and I’m on birth control. I’m ok if you are.” You said.
The smile that Chan gave you rivalled the sun. “I’m clean too. And I’m ok if you are.”
You beamed, pulling him into another kiss. Chan was quick to get rid of his pants and boxers, taking them off together. You lay back, spreading your legs and your eyes widened when you saw his cock. It was easily one of the biggest you had ever seen and very girthy. You almost drooled thinking about how good it would fill you up.
Chan lined his cock with your pussy, slowly pushing his tip in and you moaned loudly. Chan knew he had to take it slow with you because he was really big and he didn’t want to hurt you but the sight of you, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as you let out loud cries of his name sure did something to him. He eased himself in gently, waiting for you to tell him it was ok to move. But he was getting restless, the grip your little cunt had on him was nearly too much for him. He wanted to pound into you like there was no tomorrow.
Chan’s cock was filling you up so well that it almost hurt. You waited till your pussy relaxed and the pain turned into pleasure. Then you mumbled, “You can move now Channie.”
As soon as Chan heard your words, he began thrusting into you at a breakneck speed. All you could do was dig your fingers into his back as he turned you into a blubbering mess.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Chan groaned. “Are you feeling good?”
“So-so good, Channie, so good. Fuck you fill me up so well.” You wailed, cutting your own words off as his dick brushed against your g-spot. Chan realised the spot that made you scream and his thrusts became more precise, aiming there. He hooked your leg up his shoulder, almost folding you half and the new position made him go deeper.
You sobbed in pleasure, tears running down your cheeks as your mind went blank. Chan cooed at you, kissing your tears away as his hips still hammered into you without a break. “You’re so pretty when you cry, love.” Chan mumbled against your skin.
You could feel your orgasm approach but you were too far gone to tell Chan that. However, your walls clenching around him was warning enough and when you broke, he came with you, filling you up. The feeling of Chan’s cum inside you made you sniffle from how good it felt. Chan pulled out, his finger stuffing the cum that spilled out from your pussy back in, making you moan.
Chan was mesmerised with how you looked right now: hair messy, lips bruised, tear marks on your face, neck marked up with hickeys that he gave you and pussy filled with his cum. He never thought he’d be fortunate enough to witness this and the sight of you like this made his heart ache and tears sprung in his eyes. God, he loved you.
He gently wiped away the stray tears that were still escaping you, looking at you with such adoration that you thought you were dreaming. “Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said, tenderly.
You felt yourself getting picked up and melted into his arms. Chan carried you to the bath, lightly setting you down. You gave him a smile, pulling him in a soft kiss. You could feel Chan smile against your lips and you let out a giggle. “We can kiss all you want later, love, let’s not let the water go cold.” Chan murmured against your lips, making no move to break the kiss though.
You broke away with a low laugh. “You’re the one who’s kissing me.” You teased.
After taking a bath together, both of your movements gentle, Chan carried you to bed to cuddle. You could feel sleep trying to pull you in but you shook it away, you had to talk with him, to make it clear that you wanted to be his mate and his girlfriend.
Chan cleared his throat. “So uhm…I know this might sound weird but I’m a werewolf and uh…you’re kind of my mate so…” He trailed off, anxiously. “You don’t have to accept me or anything! This is not me pressurising you into going out with me. Please don’t think I slept with you just because you’re my mate, I genuinely like you! And I know-“
You cut him off with a kiss before he could spiral more. “Channie,” you began, “Baby, I know you would never do anything like that. And I have no doubt that you like me, I like you too. I told you didn’t I? I have nothing against werewolves. So you begin one changes nothing for me. And the fact that we’re mates? Just affirms the fact that we’re meant to be don’t you think?”
Chan looked at you like you had hung up the stars in the night sky. “Gosh I love you so much. You’re like—you’re like the moon you know. For me, it’s like you have your own brightness, you know. But the brightness isn’t harsh, it’s the kind of brightness that makes you feel good about yourself. It’s like if I have you around I can become the best version of myself. The most me I could ever be.”
You blinked back your tears, burying your face into Chan’s neck as you tried to calm yourself down. “Channie I—” you smile, “I love you too. You say I’m the moon but how do you not realise that you’re the sun? I can only shine because I’m a reflection of you, because your light reflects off me. If it weren’t for you, I would have lost my brightness long ago. You make feel human. You make me human.”
Chan kissed you before slowly, gently, lovingly. He poured out everything he felt, everything he had into the kiss and when you responded with the same amount of desperation, the same amount of love, Chan knew that he had found the best thing in his life.
You kissed Chan like you would die if he wasn’t with you. You knew you would die if he wasn’t with you. He taken your heart and given you his in return and you were determined to treat it like the precious thing it was. You would never let a scratch on his heart and you knew he would treat yours  with the same tenderness.
You broke away, grinning. “Do you know that I had a whole list planned out to seduce you?”
Chan's incredulous yell of “What?!” made you dissolve into laughter, your body shaking. Chan sighed but he couldn’t hold back his own laughter.
He couldn’t wait to hear all about it.  
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oh my god, i keep forgetting to post here,,, anyways here's 4/8 of a werewolf au i'm cooking up:) !!
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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.
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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.
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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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0hheytherebigbadwolf · 6 months
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Stiles: Ah, that first sip of coffee.
The Betas: WE ARE IN A FIGHT?!?!
Stiles: No, you guys are in a fight. The same you guys who kept me up until 3am with your werewolfing shit.
Stiles: I am having coffee, and I will hit whoever comes within batting reach. Might even hit an enemy.
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asmeesh · 5 months
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Full Moon Blues
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hey kacii boo 💞 i have a request if that’s okay?
hear me out ☝️
a/b/o OT8 skz x omega reader and reader finds out she is pregnant? the boys start noticing her acting different and she accidentally leaves a pregnancy test on the counter, causing the boys to see. When she gets home, the boys sit her down and talk to her about it ending in group cuddles from the boys 🫶🏻
I'm in love with this, truly! ❣ Word Count: 1.9k [I did not mean to type that much] ❣ Warnings: A/B/O Poly! SKZ x Omega! Reader, pregnancy, angst if you squint, mention of birth control, fluff, comfort ❣ Additional Tags: Mentions of Chris being an alpha, Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin being omegas as the only specific pack roles, no clear mated pairings within the pack but it's sort of Chris x Reader centered toward the end
It would begin with the most intuitive of the pack members noticing your extremely slight deviation from your usual routines - Felix.
He was a fellow omega, like Jisung and Hyunjin, but he was the most aware of everyone's trends and habits; which meant it was immediately apparent to him that something was wrong when you start doing small things like wearing pajama pants around the house as opposed to your favorite, work out pajama shorts.
Eventually, the small things he noticed began to grow into big things that the rest of his pack mates would catch onto, such as the way you turned away your favorite snacks when Changbin offered them, or the way you couldn't seem to stand the smell of Seungmin's shampoo though you spent countless nights washing his hair with the same product before. There was even one night where you snapped at Jeongin when he tried cuddling up to you when you least expected it, then immediately started crying because you felt bad.
Since that night you'd resorted to staying in the "guest room", which was simply a spare room for anyone who needed their own space for some time - which was highly disliked by each of your pack mates, but they wouldn't take away your decision.
One day, when you were out running a few errands, Minho was the brave soul who would venture into your temporary room to do a bathroom sweep to clean and take out any trash. What he didn't expect, however, was the waft of an overly sweet scent overwhelming his senses the second he opened the door - nor was he expecting to stumble across a plastic pregnancy test on the counter.
When you walked through the front door, reusable bags in hand, you were met with eight pairs of eyes staring at you, freezing you in place as you stared back with worried confusion.
"Um... Hi?"
The mix of scents usually eased you, but with the thick layer of anticipation and worry threaded throughout, you weren't sure what to expect.
"Kitten, can you come sit with us for a minute?" Minho offered softly as Changbin was the first to stand, walking over to take the bags from your hands and bring them to the kitchen for the time being.
Left with no other choice, you walked into the living room and sat in the empty space between Felix and Hyunjin; Jisung sliding onto the floor to rest against your leg while Jeongin and Seungmin settled against the opposite, before Changbin filled the space behind Hyunjin while Minho remained next to Felix.
Easing into the comfortable, impromptu cuddle puddle, you figured the impending discussion was going to be simple until Chris stood before the group - directly in front of you.
"Love... You know you can tell us anything, right?"
You bristled at his cautious tone, though the feeling of Hyunjin's hand grazing against your own eased your guard. "I know I can - what's this about?"
"You've been acting different lately, and at first we just thought it was because of a period, or a new symptom of your heat coming up, but then you started avoiding food and smells, and isolating yourself from us." Chris tried his best to keep his tone level, to keep the authority that swelled within him at a tolerable value, but his unwavering gaze showed all of his emotions. "Then Minho found this-" reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the same device that had thrown you into a panicked fit, so much so that you had to leave the house for a sudden errand run, "-and it all started to make sense. Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant, love?"
A pang of shame shot through your heart like an arrow, and judging by the disheartened whines from the boys immediately around you, they already felt the shift within you.
"We aren't upset, Jagi," Jisung pouted up at you as he nudged your thigh with his nose, round eyes filled with love.
Hyunjin nodded against your shoulder, bringing your hand up to press a soft kiss to the back, "We're just worried about you, muse."
A shivering breath rattled through you as you blinked back hot tears, looking up at the eldest, the head alpha among your unlikely pack.
"C-Chris, I- I don't-" You sniffled, cursing the tremble in your voice, "I wasn't trying to keep it a secret, I swear - I knew something was different but I didn't want to assume anything until I took the test last night and-" Biting back a sob, you felt a soft touch against your cheek - Minho's hand wiping away a stray tear. "I just... I didn't know how to say it so I went out to clear my head and figure out the words to say to you - to everyone because I- I'm not sure who got me pregnant! I didn't even skip my birth control, for fucks sake!"
This wasn't planned - despite a few discussions here and there about the potential idea of introducing pups in the future, none of you had done the true mating bond to solidify who would be the one to directly grow the pack with you, and the stress of it all had pushed you to isolation without you even realizing until you'd moved yourself to the guest room.
"Bunny, please take a breath for us." Changbin pleaded, leaning over so you could have a clear view of his comforting gaze, "You know none of us would be any type of hurt over who's pup you're carrying, not when it's the miracle of you being the one bearing them. It doesn't matter who did it, we'll figure that out when the time comes, all that matters is you being healthy and cared for - no more isolating."
"Bin's right," Chris piped up once more, drawing all attention to him with ease, "all we want to do is make sure you're okay - no matter how sudden this is, I don't think any of us weren't aware of something like this potentially happening. None of this is anyone's fault, none of ours and none of yours, you hear me?"
Nodding softly, you smiled at the subtle sensation of Seungmin squeezing your calf in a hug of sorts while Jeongin nuzzled against your thigh.
Minho cleared his throat softly, leaning forward to take your free hand within his, "I... I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, Kitten - I would never look through your things without you knowing, and I'm sorry for not going to you first."
You squeezed his hand, looking at him with warm, glimmering eyes, "It's okay, Min, I know you meant well - I'm not mad at you at all. Honestly, it would've only been a matter of time until someone clocked it was pregnancy, anyways."
"You do have a new smell, Pup." Seungmin muttered from the floor, Jeongin nodding alongside him.
"Felix thought you were falling out of the pack - Chan had to talk him off the ledge," Jisung laughed, earning a few chuckles from Changbin and Hyunjin at the recollection of the memory.
The blond whined, lips pursed into a pout, "I was worried we did something wrong! I'm sorry I'm the only one who thinks of these things!"
Cooing, you nudged the side of your head against his, "It's okay, Lixie, there's no way I'd ever think of leaving any of you, you guys are my home."
He hummed softly, and you could feel the cuddle puddle slowly begin to set in but there was one final thing missing before you could truly feel at ease with the situation.
Untangling yourself from the tangle of bodies and arms, you made your way toward the eldest who was watching the scene with warm eyes and a soft smile - something he'd taken a liking to doing when he thought he wasn't being watched.
Without a moment to spare, you wrapped your arms around his middle, melting into the familiar mahogany and coconut scent as his arms wrapped around you in kind, securing you in a natural protective hold.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, Channie." You murmured into his chest before leaning back to look at him, "And I'm sorry for not saying anything when I first felt off, I genuinely didn't think it could've been this."
"You don't have to apologize, baby, you were only doing what you felt was right at the time." Pausing for a moment, he studied your face slowly, "I know this whole conversation was a lot to throw at you so soon, but I just want to make sure... Are you okay with this? Do you want to have a baby right now?"
You nodded before he could even fully finish his second question, "I'm sure - I know I was scared on how to say it, but I never felt scared about not being able to take care of this baby, not when I have the world's most amazing pack to raise it in."
It was the truth, there wasn't a single doubt within you that made you believe that having a pup would be difficult in the pack - it was a possibility, a thought that had been floated around enough to start considering the full mating process, and now was the time to turn that thought into a processing reality.
A deep rumble vibrated through Chris's chest and he ducked his head in an attempt to hide away from the blush that had already consumed his ears, the sound making you melt against his body and draw the attention of the seven boys watching from their seats.
"Someone's happy to be a dad," Hyunjin teased with a grin, earning a scoff from Minho.
"Who says it's him?"
"I'm just saying it cause of his reaction! Technically we're all dads until she gets a scent tie, so why can't I place my bet now?"
Jisung groaned, "Placing bets on a baby is so inhumane... I bet it's Changbin's."
"What?! Why is my name in this now? What if it's Jeongin's?"
The youngest made a sound that could only be best described as confused shock as his head shot up to look at the man, "Listen, I'd be honored, but I can say for a fact it wasn't me! I'm too young to be a father!"
"That's not what you were saying when-"
Chris cleared his throat with a pointed look, "Okay, how about we not have this debate and go cuddle and think about dinner, yeah?"
With that, the mini crowd dispersed in a jumble of comments, heading down the hall toward his room since - in an ironic retrospect - that's where the biggest bed was put.
As the living room grew quieter, he looked at you with warm eyes, "I have a feeling it's mine."
You laughed in shock, hitting his chest lightly, "What happened to 'let's not have this debate', Mr. Bang?"
"It's not a debate! It's just a... speculation, a theory, if you will." He murmured softly, leaning down to press his lips to yours in a quick kiss. "Now come on, the last time that combination went into my room, they turned my bed into a wrestling ring and I just found a replacement for my lamp online."
Letting him lead you down the hall, a soft smile settled onto your lips as your free hand came to subconsciously rest over your stomach - the pride of the new life growing within you and the one changing before your eyes filling you with a new sense of optimism and anticipation.
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