#skz wolf au

[straylightdream]

hopelessly devote

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.

warnings: protected sex, fingering, soft dom jisung, mentions of marking and bruising, knotting

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.

-

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.

Regarding my taglist: I’m tagging so many people like 300+ people and the the amount of reblogs and interactions I’m getting compared to my taglist make me quite sad. I kindly ask if you request to be tagged that you interact with my writing. It takes me a really long time to make sure I tag everyone. Im going to start removing silent readers and blank blogs to make tagging easier. If you want to on a taglist the form is still open. Im just really asking for interaction if I’m spending the time to tag you.

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𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve ((you are here)) |

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ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ -- @sikebishes @hamburgers101 @felix-housewife @agnes-king

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The night grows shorter and you’re still two hours away from the first stop.  The first hour is a slow incline, but then it begins to rise until you’re nearly lunging one foot in front of the other to cover more ground as your thighs work to push your weight uphill.  Being one of two humans, you already feel like a burden, and you don’t want your stamina to get in the way too.  You were active, but never a gym rat, and though you can keep up in short spurts with the others, this trek gives you no sympathy for your mortal feelings.     

Jisung is a lot fitter than you, well, the body he’s chosen for this lifetime is; but you can still hear his breathing every once in a while, as he huffs with the pull of his body.      

It’s not until your breathing becomes audible, however, that Chan’s focus is distracted from the forest that surrounds you.  His hand comes around the small of your back as you two slow down while the others keep up a few paces ahead.    

Chan doesn’t want the group separated too far, so he squats down to the ground, “Hop on.” he says, looking over his shoulder.    

You’re apprehensive, “I can go a little longer.”    

“It wasn’t a question, little witch.” He says, waiting expectantly, “Hop on.”    

There was no time to make a scene, so despite wanting to puff your chest out at the tone he was taking up with you, you understand his reasoning and seriousness in this moment.  You place your legs on both sides of his body, your arm coming around the front of his neck as he hoists you up onto his back as if you were as weightless as a down feather.  You have to shift yourself, your budding tummy is pressing a little uncomfortably against his back, but he gives you another helpful bounce that rights you again perfectly, and you lay your chin on his shoulder as you watch the others walking ahead.      

“Hyunjin, trade me.” Chan says, crossing paths with Hyunjin so he can cover the back.  Hyunjin slowly drifts to the back, and you watch as he looks up to the skies.    

Felix notices his brother’s slight discomfort, because he shares the same sentiment; so, he speaks up, “Dawn will be here soon, Santiago, do you have alternative plans for if we don’t make it by sunrise?”    

The tall archdemon leads you up to an area that’s more leveled out now, but you were so deeply entangled in the thicket of trees, and the skies are still so dark, that you can’t make out how far you’ve gone above sea level at this point.  He breathes a small chuckle, and the sound rings familiarity in your bones, making your nestle your nose and face into the crook of Chan’s neck to escape the memories that tumbled through your mind.  It was the kind of chuckle he gave you when he was entertained by your curiosity and sure of his own reassurance.  You knew you would make it to the first destination before sunrise.  

  Santiago supplies a confident reply, his smile can be heard in his words, “We will make it by Dawn.”    

You interject, hoping to lighten the mood; And maybe remind Felix you still exist, since he’s completely ignoring you and has been the whole night.  “When’s the last time you’ve been to Abysmora, Santiago?”  

   “Oh, this way? I think it was…40 or so years ago,” he says, “I usually go through Hell, it is much quicker, and safer.”    

“Then why didn’t we just go through Hell?”    

“Did you hear what you just said?” Jisung retorts, looking back at you in disbelief.      

A howl pierces through the air.  It's no regular howl, however, it has a supersonic high pitched tone to it that rattles against your eardrums, making you wince.  Santiago stops, his arms spread out to stop everyone from moving any further and Jisung steps up beside him, looking around.  “That was the wolf.”    

“It’s dead.” Santiago mutters under his breath.  He always expected the worst, but something powerful enough to destroy their spectral familiar so early on still came as a shock to him.  “About a mile east.”    

Chan lowers you to the ground, his sense peeled to every surrounding stimulus within his capable radius.  Sounds he had trained himself to ignore, like tree branches brushing against each other, the chirping of grasshoppers and the scurries of wildlife, he allows it all to flood him.    

“It’s a demon.” Hyunjin says assuredly, starting in the direction of the threat.  

  “Wait a second Hyunjin.” Chan grips his brother’s arm, taking a few steps forward as a foul smell fills his nose.  “It’s not a regular demon, it smells like rotting flesh.”    

“That’s a demon with no vessel.” Jisung's words tremble, revealing the weight of the dark truth. It was mere hours ago when he explained it to you in the cozy confines of the coffeeshop, and now, here you stand on the brink of a fateful encounter, potentially your first. Stray demons lurk amidst the towering mountains, lurking until an unsuspecting wanderer ventures too far, only to descend upon the town as a vessel, possessed by a malevolent soul that clawed its way inside. 

Suddenly, a screech rends the air, akin to the haunting cry of a pterodactyl. A whirlwind of inky black smoke engulfs you, obscuring your surroundings. Desperately, you shield your face with your arms, the acrid odor invading your nostrils, and the sensation of unseen claws scraping across your vulnerable flesh. Fearful of what lurks within, you hesitate to open your eyes, dreading the possibility of them being gouged out by the unseen terror that envelopes you. 

An involuntary, primal scream erupts from the depths of your being, resonating far louder than you could have ever anticipated. The violent onslaught of the wind tunnel relinquishes its hold on you, sending your body careening in every direction. Stumbling and disoriented, you collapse to the ground, coughing and spitting, desperate to expel the foul stench that had held you captive moments ago. 

“Little witch, are you okay? Is the baby alright?”  

Chan's voice trembles with concern, cutting through the chaos. Through the haze, you gradually regain your senses, acknowledging his presence. You wave a hand weakly, assuring him of your well-being, even though your voice remains trapped in your throat. He kneels beside you, offering a small vial filled with a clear, viscous liquid. With his heightened senses, he can still perceive the faint rhythm of a second heartbeat within you, providing him with some solace, however fleeting. 

“Jisung made this, drink up, hurry. We’ve gotta get out of these woods.” Chan urges, removing the cork from the vial. Gently, he pries your mouth open, pouring the concoction inside. The texture alone triggers your gag reflex, but there is no discernible taste or scent. It is then that you realize the overwhelming odor that once plagued you has vanished entirely. With Chan's support, you rise to your feet, while Jisung approaches, having regrouped with Santiago, an ally in this harrowing supernatural battle. Jisung pulls out your arms, turning them over and checking them over, looking for something deeper than the surface level scratches that were taking longer than usual to heal over.  

While he’s busy checking you out, your eyes flit up when you hear Felix’s voice, low and quiet as he asks his brother, “Is she okay?”  

Chan answers and they begin a hushed discussion.  

You feel a little relief at his expression of concern for you, even if it wasn’t towards you, and Jisung catches it too as he pulls out a bandage soaked with a colorless and odorless solution.  He wraps it around your right arm, from your elbow down to your wrist.  He looks up at you with a small half grin before he finishes.   

‘I told you’ the ancient witch mouths silently.    

Your wounds sting a little bit in the deeper cuts, but you can also feel a coolness spreading from your wrapped arm and throughout your body that begins to numb the pain.  

“We must not linger here any longer.” Santiago says urgently, “It was looking for a vessel and her body rejected it.  That demon was consumed by rage, it must’ve been wandering for a very long time.”  

You’re lifted onto Chan’s back once more, and you can feel his arms tightly locking your legs close to his body.  You can tell by this hold that he’s not planning on setting you down anymore until you arrive at the first stop. Another hour goes by as you scale higher into the range now, the difficulty increasing once again. The air feels thinner.  You’re more tired than usual, and you begin to fall asleep on Chan’s back, the rhythm of his pace lulling you.  It's quiet, nobody is talking, again, trying to keep as stealthy as possible.  Creatures like Chan could hear for miles.  

Felix is comforted by his ability to compartmentalize in these times, and depending on his vampire instinct brings him relief for once, because it's easy. It's easy to listen to your surroundings, it's easy to pick up on the scents of your enemies, it's easy to kill and react in the blink of an eye.  

It’s not easy, however, to look you in the face and tell you he hasn’t developed feelings for you.  He’s found it hard to lie to you, so instead, he clams up, so he doesn’t have to say anything at all.  

A familiar pain brings him back to the present moment as he pulls back the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking air through his clenched teeth and reflexively ejected fangs as smoke begins to lift from his arm, which he quickly covers.  He pulls the string of his hood to cover more of his face.  “The sun is too close for us, we have to stop.”  

Hyunjin feels the same heat building under the surface of his skin, causing him to flip his hood over his head and pull the scarf around his neck up and over his nose.  

“We’re a mile out, can you make it a few minutes more?” Santiago asks, continuing forward, picking up the pace of his footsteps.  

“Felix and Hyunjin, why don’t you two go ahead of us, yeah? Get inside and we’ll catch up.” Chan speaks up, taking control of the situation.  His voice stirs you awake, and you let out a small yawn, looking around and realizing it wasn’t a dream, you truly were in the middle of the mountains in the dead silence of early morning.   Hyunjin and Felix disappear into the distance in a blur, and you, Jisung, Chan and Santiago continue at a human pace.  

“I don’t know if it's been a while since you’ve been around vampires mate, but they explode into flames the moment the sun hits too much of their bodies.” Chan explains, knowing damn well Santiago understands how vampire physiology works, and wondering why he was so keen on pushing them to a limit they didn’t have to reach.  

“Please do not misunderstand, I do know it's crucial for them to find shelter, but I am thinking of the little witch, and losing two people, even for a few minutes, is a lot riskier than aged vampires tolerating a few minutes of dawn.” Santiago says, matter-of-factly.  

“Pretty sure an archdemon, hybrid and a Han can hold it down for a few.” Chan disagrees, replying curtly, and Jisung shoots you a glance, curling his lips between his teeth to hide his smile as he looks over to the side.  It was serious, but the two were clearly having a pissing contest about who’s in charge and calling the shots. You press your lips against the side of his neck and then give it a little nip with your teeth.  It’s enough to make him softly laugh as he turns his head to the side, addressing you atop his back.  

“What’re you up to back there?”  

“I’m hungry.” You lie, happy to have resolved the brief tension, and you take another playful nibble at his neck.  He hoists you up, making you giggle.  “Are we close?”  

“Just over there, in the clearing, you see?” Santiago points to the small house nestled amidst the dense forest of the Sundered Range. The house is an intriguing blend of natural elements and arcane craftsmanship. Its exterior walls are crafted from weathered timber, seamlessly blending with the surrounding trees. Vines crawl along the sides, intertwining with delicate flowers in vibrant hues, adding a touch of whimsy to the rustic facade.  

As you approach, the sound of a gently trickling stream reaches your ears. The house is strategically positioned near a babbling brook, its crystal-clear waters winding through the trees. The melody of the water creates a soothing backdrop that resonates with a sense of tranquility, in diametric opposition to the danger hiding in the darkness. 

A worn stone pathway leads to the entrance, flanked by meticulously manicured gardens filled with an array of mystical flora. Exotic plants with vibrant blooms reach towards the sky, their intoxicating scents permeating the air. It feels as if you've stumbled upon an enchanted oasis hidden within the rugged embrace of the mountains.  

Santiago gently twists the knob and opens the door, stepping aside for the rest of you to enter first before he closes it behind everyone.  The interior of the house is cozy and inviting, with a warm hearth crackling with vibrant flames. Soft, ambient lighting illuminates the space, casting a gentle glow that dances across the walls adorned with arcane symbols and ancient tapestries. The furniture is a harmonious blend of comfort and elegance, crafted from rich, dark wood with intricate carvings that hint at the owner's connection to the other world.  

“Santiago, I’ll just be a moment, I’m tending to your other friends.”   

A smoky female voice calls out from a back room.  

Natural light filters through large windows, offering glimpses of the surrounding forest and the starlit sky above transforming into daylight. The air carries the scent of ancient tomes and exotic spices, creating an atmosphere of mystery and knowledge.  

As you step inside, you feel an intangible energy, an echo of the powerful presence that lives within this humble abode. It is a haven, a sanctuary nestled in the heart of nature, where the boundary between the mundane and the mystical seems to blur.  

You hear the quick pitter patter of footsteps as a woman hurries in the room with the rest of you.  Standing tall and commanding, she exudes an undeniable elegance. Her skin, as deep and lustrous as obsidian, reflects the gentle caress of fading moonlight, accentuating her features.  

Her eyes, vibrant and captivating, shine with a piercing golden hue. Adorning her head, a crown of twisted, thorny horns curves gracefully, adding a touch of fierce beauty. Her face is a study in captivating contrasts, with a blend of sharp angles and gentle curves, expressing both strength and grace. A playful smile graces her lips, hinting at a wisdom and understanding beyond mortal comprehension.  

Long, flowing ebony hair cascades down her back, intertwined with delicate strands of shimmering silver and midnight blue, creating an ethereal harmony. Each step she takes seems to defy gravity, as if she glides effortlessly, leaving behind a subtle echo of her presence.  

Her attire, draped in a billowing cloak of shadow, seamlessly blends darkness and elegance. The fabric bears intricate patterns that shift and swirl like wisps of smoke, an homage to her connection with the arcane and supernatural. Every movement sends ripples through the garment, as if the very essence of darkness itself were in motion. “Are the others okay?” You ask curiously, pointing to the room she had come out from.  Lysandra looks over her shoulder and then back to you.   

“Goodness yes, I had the right ingredients to help, but they’ll need a lot of rest, and they were barely sun touched,” she tuts as she looks to Santiago, “You may need to stay here one more day.”   

He’s about to immediately disagree, but she holds up a finger and he goes silent as she speaks to you once again.  “You’re welcome to go check on your friends, they’re right through that door.” Lysandra points to the thick, wooden door that was partially ajar, and you nod, leaving the others to discuss the new plans as you slip through the door into the room.  

As you enter, you notice the flooring is made of weathered stone tiles, cool beneath your feet, worn smooth by the passage of time. The absence of windows adds to the room's secluded ambiance.  

A sturdy four-poster bed occupies the center of the room, its frame crafted from intricately carved dark oak, displaying motifs of intertwining vines and delicate feathers. The canopy overhead is draped with sheer fabrics in deep shades of violet and indigo, cascading down like a waterfall of twilight. The bedding is opulent, adorned with plush velvet cushions and thick, embroidered quilts that invite you to sink into their embrace.  Felix is lying in the middle of the bed, on his stomach, poring over more demonology literature, likely in the wake of the earlier attack.  

On a weathered wooden desk against one wall, an assortment of antique glass bottles and vials stand in precise order. Each container holds a carefully concocted elixir or potion, their vibrant hues contrasting against the rustic backdrop.  

The room exudes a sense of seclusion and protection, a sanctuary designed to shield its occupants from the outside world.   You look around, but don’t spot Hyunjin anywhere in the room.  

“I’m alone, little witch, come in.” Felix says, answering all of your inner thoughts without even lifting his attention from the book as he flips the page.  You push the door closed and walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at him over your shoulder.  

“What’re you studying now?”  

“Still trying to figure out how to suppress our vampirism enough to do any kind of spellwork.”  

“Any luck?”  

Felix closes the book and pushes himself up into a sitting position.  “Nothing useful yet.”   

A mix of apprehension and longing fills the air as you exchange glances, acutely aware of the delicate nature of your connection. The flickering light from a nearby candle casts dancing shadows upon your faces, beautifully reflecting the complexity of your emotions.  

“So…what happened earlier, I didn’t mean to come off like that, it was rude, and I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.” Felix apologizes first, and you can feel the tension leaving your shoulders and neck now that you’ve heard it from him.  He’s visibly nervous, looking away from you as he tries to figure out his words.  He runs fingers through his white hair before he speaks again, “I don’t regret anything, well, except for when I nicked you, I’m sorry about that too–”  

“Stop apologizing.” You warn.  

“Right, well,” You’re comforted by his smile as he chuckles at your gentle redirection, “I've been grappling with my emotions,” he confesses, his husky voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and vulnerability. “What happened between us back there...it was really–honestly amazing.  Seeing you so wild like that, I loved it. My brother once described you as his moonlight, and I see that now.  He trusts you in ways that blow my mind, especially as of late.  You’re helping him grow, which is something I thought after two thousand years, we couldn’t do much more of.” He sighs, “I’d be lying, though, if I didn’t say I feel something more for you sometimes myself.  How can I not? You’ve helped me grow in unimaginable ways too.” 

You nod, your expression a blend of understanding and regret. "I feel it too sometimes," you admit, your voice carrying the weight of longing and internal struggle. You think back to the moments between you two that had come close to something unethical pushing through the surface; the time he caught you when you almost slipped in the shower upon first meeting; the way your heart caught in your throat when you locked eyes at the supermarket, trying to get him to taste human food.  

“I think I’ve felt it for a while now.  When you killed me that night at Edith’s tomb, you were so gentle, like an angel of death guiding me into the afterlife.  That’s a moment I’ve never shared with anyone before.” 

Felix looks away again.  You were making this more difficult than it was supposed to be.  He remembers that moment all too clearly, how he wept as he listened to your pulse slow down to nothing.  How he wished it didn’t have to be like that, that you didn’t have to sacrifice yourself. 

But he remembers the screams Chan let out from the pits of his stomach at losing you, he remembers how many tears his brother shed over you.  His brow furrows as he cements his next point, "But we can't turn a blind eye to the reality we're faced with. Chan is my brother, and you're carrying his child.  I can’t cross him again like I did all those years ago."  

Your gaze drifts downward, sadness etching lines upon your face.  You also didn’t think it was supposed to be this difficult.  But you didn’t know what you wanted anyhow.  So what if Felix said let’s run away into the night together? You couldn’t do it, you loved Chan far too much to do that.  You know that much, and Felix loves his brother too much to hurt him like that, even if it means swallowing his feelings and keeping them buried for the rest of his eternity.   

"I know," you whisper, your voice laced with a bittersweet blend of complex emotion.  

Felix reaches out, his touch gentle yet infused with a hint of resignation. "Little witch, I love you, you know that, right?  That’s never going to change, it’s never faltered, and I don’t say that to any humans, I barely tell my brothers I love them." he says softly, his eyes reflecting the shared burden you both carry. "For the sake of our mission, for the sake of our family, we’ve just got to move forward."  

Your fingers instinctively brush against your growing abdomen, a tender reminder of the life you carry within. "I understand," you reply, your voice trembling with determination. “I thought our friendship was destroyed from this.  That’s what I was most afraid of, that you didn’t want me around anymore.” 

"Hey, don’t talk like that, I can be a dick sometimes, but you’re stuck with me, at least until you die, for real this time. " He murmurs with a small smile, the corners of his lips turning up, reaching his eyes, his voice heavy with unspoken desires.  It makes you feel like everything’s okay. Surely if you were moonlight, Felix was like sunshine. He pulls you into a hug, "For now, let’s focus on Abysmora. And perhaps, as time passes, we’ll uncover a path that leads to some real healing, for all of us."  

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“Are you lost?” 

Lysandra’s scent gives her away before her voice does, as Hyunjin stands against a bookshelf, his finger sliding along the dusty shelf as he reads every lettered spine.  He glances at her over his shoulder, painstakingly slow. He’s not afraid, he doesn’t particularly care that he’s been caught snooping.  She’s standing in the doorway of the room, her tucked away repository and working space, filled with all kinds of botanicals, even some Hyunjin hadn’t laid eyes on in years.  This creature was a demon, but she was also an extremely skilled conjurer, that…or she lived with one. 

“A little,” he answers as he turns to face her, “I was looking for the bathroom.” 

Lysandra crosses her arms over her chest, unimpressed by the vampire’s weak excuse.  “Do you think I’m stupid?” 

Vampires don’t use the bathroom. 

“I’ve already figured out you’re very much the opposite.” 

Lysandra’s arms slowly drop to her sides as she recognizes his appreciation for her intelligence.  She walks across the room, pulling a pot towards her with a large, black ball sitting upon soil.  She taps the top of it, and it unfolds in thick, slimy petals and emits a foul odor as she takes a pair of tongs and reaches into a nearby glass tank, where a small, wild snake is writhing angrily after being disturbed.  Hyunjin watches as she drops the snake into the middle of the plant, and it begins sizzling, the flesh melting off into the plant as the petals fold back up again into an inconspicuous ball once more, the smell enveloped inside of it. 

Hyunjin eyes her, his lids narrow with suspicion.  “Are you a demon hybrid?” 

“Why does that matter to you?” She asks, a hand on her hip.  “You were worse off than your brother when you got here, you need to be in your day-death, not poking around in my lab, touching things you don’t understand and questioning my bloodline.  Do you have no respect?”  

Lysandra doesn’t wait for a reply from the vampire, and with a swipe of her hand, as if batting away a mosquito, she sends his body flying through the door and crashing into the stone wall and curls her fingers to close and lock the door so he cannot come back.    Hyunjin groans as he rises back up from the ground, dusting himself off a little as he glares at the locked door.  He hates when conjure is used against him, he often fights with Jisung when he decides to play pranks on him.  He’s riled up, ready to go and grab her by the throat and show her who’s the more powerful being, when another door down the hall opens, and you appear, catching him off guard.  He straightens himself again, his smirk returning. 

“Back for seconds?” he teases, dodging your swing as he passes you into the bedroom and closes the door, joining his brother underneath the canopy.  He lies on his back and lets out a sigh, having caused enough trouble for the day.    “Why was the pretty witch in here?” he asks, this time, with genuine curiosity.    “We had to talk, you know humans need that kinda thing, to deal with their feelings.” Felix makes light of the conversation you two held earlier, hoping his dismissive tone would steer Hyunjin away from prying any deeper.  It must’ve worked, because the scarlet haired vampire is lost in his own thoughts again, Felix can tell by how distant his gaze becomes.  He knows his brother too well.   

“I think it’s so strange…how Santiago and pretty witch just fell into each other’s worlds again when she thought he was gone…it got me to thinking about things,” 

Felix closes his book and leans over, setting it on the bedside table as he settles into the bed on his back, lying next to his brother and gazing up into the reflection of the hearth on the canopy netting above.   

“Go on,”   

“We don’t really know what happened to our father, do we?” Hyunjin asks, his head falling to the side to study his brother’s face as he waits for an answer. 

“I mean,” Felix tries to think up a clever way to get Hyunjin to just forget about useless thoughts like that.  Thoughts that were no benefit to them, purposeless thinking, it was something Felix had grown vehemently against in his later years as a pureblood vampire; but he would be remiss to act as though the thought of his father’s existence didn’t cross him every now and again. He can tell by the things his brother brings up, that Hyunjin had spent a significant amount of time in purgatory inside of his own head, perhaps to escape the Hell that surrounded him. 

“He was a human, though, Hyunjin, other than mother being a witch, who’s to say he even knew about the other supes out there?” Felix tries to be rational. 

“You don’t have to know about them to get dragged into their world, kicking and screaming against your will…” Hyunjin says, his voice softening at the end.  He turns onto his stomach and wraps his long arms around the thick pillow, his chin resting on the soft fluffy top as his baby blue eyes trail along the intricate designs on the headboard.  He can feel his death coming on, he’s growing drowsy.   

“That’s a fair point.” Felix doesn’t have the energy to put up much of a fight anymore.  “I guess we won’t ever really know until he finds us one day.” 

Hyunjin’s brow wrinkles, his lids closing.  “I hope he doesn’t, for his sake.” 

It’s the last thing he says before his body goes limp.  He’s frozen, his body becoming denser in his death and his temperature becoming colder, a cold only another vampire can bear next to him, like his brother.  Felix is rather romantic about death and prefers to be in a proper lying position with his hands at his sides, as if being perfectly displayed in a casket during a funeral ceremony.  Before he knows it, his body goes still, and both brothers lie dead next to one another, their souls at rest until moonrise. 

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Summary: Your mate is deep in his rut and you’ve both decided you’re ready to have pups.

Word count: 560

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Wolf Au! 1st person POV with (Y/n)

Warnings: literally smut. Minors please don’t interact. Also cursing. Also knotting. Deep voice Felix.

The soft whimpers in my ear spurred my tired hips further, he was so close to coming. The tight squeeze of his hands on my waist and the throbbing of his erection gave him away.

“Are you close baby?” I managed to simper out to the man beneath me.

His nod was endearing; my heart fluttered in the best way. I kissed his bruised lips hotly, his tongue immediately tangling with mine.

“Fuck,” Felix moaned lowly when he bottomed out, “So tight y/n”

I keened at his praise and arched my back allowing his cock to hit deeper. Jesus it was fucking heavenly watching his head lull back against the headboard; to feel his fingers squeeze so tightly against the soft flesh of my ass they would leave bruises in the shape of his finger prints.

The low whimpers he omitted sent a fresh rush of excitement to my core, I clenched around him when he whined out my name.

“Felix,” I moaned as I took hold of the headboard for support, “Harder baby.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and splayed me over his lap so that he could take over. The new position made it so he hit that sweet spot right at my cervix.

“Baby if you keep squeezing me like that I’m gonna come,” Felix panted out, “F-Fucking hell baby tell me I can come inside you please?”

“Yes please, oh god I’m so close.” I cried gripping his shoulders tightly; he angled his hips just right using my ass as leverage. The white hot heat that was pooling in my stomach was about to boil over.

“Right there Lix!” I begged into his neck, sucking and nibbling over his mate's mark.

His hips stutterd due to the rush of pleasure that came from my teasing; “Fuck gonna knot you so good, make sure that you’re carrying my pups.”

The sexy mate talk always got to me coupled with his deep breathy voice. I couldn’t help it. He slammed into me once more and that was it.

“Cumming!” I called out to my mate as he licked my neck and rode through my orgasm in search of his own.

It wasn’t long after I felt his dick swell; I braced myself while I was born able to take my mate’s knot; it still wasn’t comfortable.

Rope after hot rope of cum filled me to the brim; his cock taking extra care to make sure none of it leaked out.

Felix laid us on our side to wait for the knot to go down. His fingers intertwined with mine he brought them to his lips in silent praise.

“Do you want a boy or girl?” My mate mumbled behind me, his other hand splaying over the slight bulge he created in me.

“I just want them to be healthy.” I replied, my voice heavy with the need for sleep.

I felt Felix nuzzle into my hair; scenting me. “One of each then?”

“Mmm,” I kissed his lips softly, “That would be nice. To have a little you and me.”

I whined when he began to pull out, having softened enough to not hurt me. “Don’t move. I wanna stay like this for a bit.”

His fingers ran through my hair gently, “Whatever my mate desires.”

[kaciidubs]

Unexpected Alpha | Spooktober 2023

@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

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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Depravity - Yandere!Wolf!Bang Chan

Yandere AU & Wolf AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Bang Chan X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,024

Warnings: Establish relationship. Predator/prey dynamics, and implications of consensual non-consent (cnc). This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I honestly had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy it, too! It's feral, but sweet? At least, in my opinion lol... Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Fourteenth of The Feral Drabbles

I can smell you.

Oh, Baby Girl, knowing you’re as excited for this as I am just makes needing to catch you all the more sweeter. The pull you have on me is even stronger than that of the moon itself, and tonight, you’re mine.

I’ll admit, when you first suggested that I chase you around the woods like this, I was a little hesitant. Surprised would be an understatement, considering I thought I was dreaming again. There was no way you were letting one of my deepest fantasies come to life. Yet, here we are.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The mental image alone of how your eyes lit up in excitement after I agreed to this fuels every movement I make. I need to get to you. I need to have you. There’s no escaping your fate, Baby. I’ll catch up to you, and when I do, you better be ready. After all, it was you who told me to unleash the beast.

He craves you. I have always craved you. Since the first moment I saw you, I knew that we were meant to be. I did everything in my power to ensure you only ever saw the best of me, but you’ve secretly wanted me to let loose. All this time, and I thought you were perfectly content with me being nothing but a gentleman.

Oh, how wrong I was.

You seek the thrill of the hunt, too. If only I had known sooner, I would have gladly made your heart shudder as it is now while I chase you through the foliage, creeping closer with each step. 

I can hear everything, you know. I can hear the way your breath hitches with every snap of a twig. You heart stutters each time my footsteps approach you. I can tell you’re trying to be sneaky, but there’s nothing you can do that would throw me off your trail. Your very being calls to me, and like hell am I letting you slip away.

Though, I’m not unreasonable. I even gave you a head start, just like you wanted. The goal is to end in our little cabin, deep within the darkness of the woods. No one to disturb us; I can have you all to myself. 

I plan to make you scream tonight, Baby Girl; only you, me, and the moon.

Tracking you has never been easier. I’m already attuned to your every move. I have to be. I care too much about you to not know every little detail I can about the beauty I plan to spend the rest of my life with. Our story will be timeless, as will our love. I’ll make sure of it, even if it’s the last thing I ever do. I’m never letting you go, though from the way your excited giggles fill the air, I can tell you don’t want me to, either.

With every passing moment, your scent becomes stronger. I could end this quickly, but you wanted to draw this out. Besides, I want to give us a satisfactory prelude to the night I’m about to give you. You told me not to hold back, and the longer I spend hunting you, the more that burning desire within me swirls and builds.

Fuck- I can’t wait to have you spread out beneath me, naked and trembling in ecstasy. I want to see your eyes roll, and your thighs shake. I want to hear you scream my fucking name, praising the moon for bringing us together just as it has always been fated to be. I plan to take everything from you, and give everything of me in return. I won’t stop until we’re both satisfied, Baby Girl. I’ll show you just how insatiable I can be…

I’m getting closer, I can tell. I wonder if you’ll be able to see my golden eyes cutting through the darkness. You told me not to hold back, and I don’t intend to. Of course, I promised not to chase you in my true form, that’s just unfair. There wouldn’t be a chase if I did that, and I swore I would never hurt you. Though, it would be fun to see your reaction when a large, handsome wolf comes bounding up to you, only for it to shift into me in the next second.

Perhaps next time…

Just wait until you see how strong I can be. All those times I’ve held you close, I’ve cut back on how tightly my arms would wrap around you. Now, I don’t have to. You want me to lose control. You want me to claim you, just as I’ve always desired. By the time I’m done with you, all you’ll be able to think about is the way my hands feel all over your body. Your mind will be so consumed by the pleasure of it all, the only thing you’ll be able to remember is my name. My fingers will leave marks all over your skin, igniting a fire over your body just as your touch does to mine. Tonight, as with every other night, I serve you. I will always serve you.

Fuck- just thinking about the way my fingers are going to sink into your plush skin makes me quicken my pace. I want to feel you beneath me, squirming and begging for more. I want to make your hips buck into my mouth as my tongue explores every dip and crevice of you. I already know you taste amazing, but tonight, it’ll mean that much more.

Oh, Baby… I can’t wait to feel you dripping all over me. My fingers ache to be buried in that tight little cunt of yours. My lips long to be pressed against every inch of your body. A body which brings me to my knees every single goddamn time I look at you. If only you could have heard the way I whined for you when this whole thing started. I’m desperate, Baby, and you should know that it’s all for you. All because of you, and once I’ve unleashed him, there’s no turning back.

I’m going to have you fucking begging me for more as my tongue buries itself in that precious cunt of yours. I can’t wait to taste you, and have you dripping down my chin like you usually do. I want to feel your thighs squeezing around my head as I drown in that addictive nectar that flows from between your legs. I’m gonna fucking lose myself in you, just like I always do.

Hmm, I wonder how many times I can make you squirt? Five? Six? …Seven?

No matter. I plan to lose count, anyways.

I’m almost there…

With every step I make, there’s a steady crunch of leaves beneath my feet, and I can heart your heartbeat growing louder and louder. Even you can tell I’m close, and that only makes the thrill rushing through my own veins that much stronger. Once I catch you, I’m dragging your ass back to that cabin and having my way with you. There’s no escaping the monster lurking in these woods. He belongs to you, and he always will.

Oh, you cleaver little minx…

You purposely threw me off with your scent. You left a little gift for me to find, and at the giggle I can hear drifting through the air, I can still tell you’re close. Only now, I’m not holding back. My Baby is walking around these dark, cold woods without a shirt on. I can’t let you weather the elements like that alone. What type of beast would I be if I let My Girl get cold?

Your playfulness might just be your downfall.

I’m coming for you, Baby Girl. You ain’t seen nothing, yet.

Alright, then…

Ready or not, here I come…

Every sense I have is honed in on you. Your scent, your breathing, your heartbeat. I can feel you surrounding me, and even I can tell my eyes are getting darker with each passing moment. The beast is lurking beneath the surface, just waiting to come out. I can practically taste the desire and excitement rolling off of you, and it only makes me move faster.

I need to get to you. Now.

Low growls escape me, my teeth sharpening into fangs as my claws extend. I know you can hear me using the trees to propel myself towards you, leaving my marks on them just as I’m going to leave my marks all over you.

My eyes scan the woods frantically, low snarls escaping me with every breath. I can hear you. I can smell you right in front of me, yet you’re not-

My breath hitches, and I look up, a wild grin pulling at my features as pride swells in my chest.

Clever girl.

Have I ever told you that I love it when I make your heart skip a beat? You seem to enjoy it when I grin like this, but I never thought I’d get this type of reaction from you. Perhaps I should do it more often… There truly is no greater feeling than knowing the effect I have on you.

That’s it, Baby Girl, let me hear your heart race as you attempt to climb further up the tree you’re in. It’s cute that you think you can escape me now.

It takes me no time at all to race up the tree, appearing right in front of you in the blink of an eye. The way your breath hitches is music to my ears. And that spike of arousal? Divine.

I’ve got you now.

Struggle all you want, I’m never letting you go. Though, it’s quite amusing to feel you attempt to break free from my hold, even as I jump down from the tree. I always told you that I could easily carry you if I wanted to, and getting to prove that fact now only makes this moment that much more sweeter. Your body was made for me, and mine for you. See how well we fit together?

The warmth of your skin against my shoulder only makes my own heart race that much faster. Fuck, Baby- you said anything goes, but just being able to hold your ass in my hand as I carry you towards the best fucking night of our lives is making my head spin. Always so plush and soft… 

Can’t wait to have my hands all over you… 

You’ve already made me so fucking hard from all the thoughts about what I’m going to do to you. From your intoxicating scent that surrounds me, I can already tell you’re fucking dripping, too.

Do you like the fact that I’ve been stalking you around these woods without a shirt on, letting you see all of me as I hunt you down like the precious little prey you are? Do you feel the electricity between us as your bare skin touches mine? Can you feel the way you make my own heart race, aching for you inside my chest? Everything I am, everything I do… Do you know that it’s all for you? That I’ve always been all for you?

No matter. Tonight, I’ll show you. There’s not an inch of this plush body that will go untouched by me. Lips, hands, cock, tongue… everything I am is yours tonight, Baby. You’re mine, just as I am yours.

That’s it, Baby Girl, go ahead and whimper my name like that all you want. Beg for me… It’ll only makes the beast inside that much more desperate to claim you. I’ve kept him at bay while the chase was on, but as soon as we step through that cabin door, you’ll see a whole new side of me. 

I would never hurt you, though. Even I have my limits. That being said, I’m not finished tonight until you’re either begging me to stop, or you pass out from the pleasure of it all. 

Finally, the beast is going to claim his prize.

It’s you. It will forever and always be you.

[violetsiren90]

Nothing But You | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x f!human!Reader

Genre: hybrid AU; non-idol AU, strangers to lovers; love in adversity; cozy one-shot; fluff and angst

Word Count: 1434

Summary: The world's not ready for your love, but that doesn't matter. None of it matters - nothing but him.

Part 2: Evergreen (though both can be read as stand-alone works)

Content Warnings: I'd give this a PG-13 for content, but ALL of my work is 18+ (minors, dni); cuddling; co-sleeping; bad weather (but safe indoors); shirtless Chris (Chan is called Christopher); descriptions of hybrid physical features (including some minimal body hair); depictions of prejudice towards, discrimination, and marginalization of hybrids; a character gets lost and is momentarily frightened; allusions to sexual intimacy; implied domestic violence (by an authority figure, not Chris); running away; mention of reproduction (pups); for some reason even though it is explicitly stated I feel the need to mention that Reader and Chris are both adults throughout

Author's Note: I'll tell you what I didn't have planned for this Sunday afternoon and that was a Bang Chan hybrid AU one-shot. But the image of cuddling up with Chan in the middle of a snowstorm took me hostage and now here we are. I've never written a hybrid AU before, so this was very fun! If you read this, I hope this Christopher brings you the comfort you deserve today. 💕

P.S In case no one has told you today, you're so loved and so, so worthy of love. 🧜💜

The icy wind howls, whipping swirling flurries of snow past the windows of the little cabin. You stir, not opening your eyes, heavy with slumber as your other senses remind you of the homey trappings of your shelter. A fire crackles and pops, its warmth licking over your nose and cheeks. A soft, heavy blanket fashioned of rabbit pelts lays over your body, rustling quietly as you nuzzle into the man beneath you.

    His chest rises and falls with the even breath of a deep sleep. Your cheek rests against his bare skin and the silky patch of thick, dark hair between his firm pectorals. It isn't really hair - not like yours. It's fur. Soft, dark tufts of it decorate his body everywhere hair would grow on a man; a patch on his chest, under his arms, at the dip of his Adonis belt. It smells like him. Like musk and pine and lavender. Manly and primal, floral and gentle. Christopher.

    Hybrids were still treated like dirt in so many ways. They didn't require licenses to live without owners anymore, but still, they were pushed to the margins of the community by the intolerance of common practice. You yourself had been taught to fear them. Monsters, your grandfather had told you, who would turn on their own young in a moment of morbid instinct. Even so, you always found more pity in your heart than terror.

    And then, one day, you met him.

You had been loading groceries into the bed of your grandparents' jalopy at the general store and dropped a bag of oats as you struggled to hoist it onto the tailgate. You hadn't even noticed he was beside you when he easily hefted the bag and the remaining two boxes of eggs onto the vehicle without a word. He shot you a little smile, but before you could thank him your eyes were arrested by a pair of sharp brown ears rising from his curly hair. He pulled on a cap and turned to go before you could collect your wits enough to speak.

    You had thought of nothing save his warm brown eyes and sweet smiling lips in the weeks that followed, taking any chance you could to steal away to the general store in hopes of seeing him again.

But your paths never crossed. Not until the following summer.

You had packed in to the camping grounds by the lake with a few other girls from your graduating class for a weekend getaway from the menfolk - not that you had any - and you'd joined them rather reluctantly and at the persistence of your grandmother, who insisted a little socialization would do you good.

    That first afternoon you quickly grew tired of the chatter. If the weekend was meant to be a reprieve from the men, you grumbled to yourself, then why were they the constant and sole topic of conversation? You gathered up your sketching supplies and walked down the trail a ways, finding that the more distance you put between yourself and the shrieks of laughter and gossip behind you, the better you felt. Soon, you couldn't hear them at all. You settled onto a rock at the edge of a small glen and took your pencil in hand.

    Suddenly, some hours later, it dawned on you that your eyes were straining somewhat on the page, and you looked about, startled at the waning light reflecting the late hour. Gathering your things, you hurried back to down the path, only to realize with a sickness in your gut that you were well and truly lost, and that the daylight was nearly spent.

    He had found you then, sniffling rather pathetically beside a tree. You'd been alarmed by the sudden sound of his voice, having not heard his furtive approaching steps, but when you raised your frightened eyes to his face the fear had quickly given way to wonder. You'd given up hope of seeing him again, and now here he was, once more in your hour of need.

It was too dark now to find the trail back to the campsite, so you helped divide the load of bracken he had tucked under his arm between you as he led the way back to his cabin, not far into the thick. As you walked you noticed his tail, gray and brown and full behind him. Had he hidden it, that day at the store, you wondered? Did he always when he was around people like you? You remembered how surprised you had been at the site of his pretty ears upon your first meeting and you felt ashamed. You tried to find every possible way to assure him, as you walked and talked, that he didn't frighten you. You hoped he understood.

    Before long, you arrived at a little clearing with a log cabin at its heart. Smoke rose invitingly from the chimney, and you found it was as small and homey and warm within as it seemed from the cold darkness of the wood. The stranger gave you bread and stew and hot milk, and you ate with him and told him of yourself and he shared with you in return.

He was a wolf hybrid. The sole survivor of his pack, he had traveled hundreds of miles to settle into the mountains of your home. He made a living hunting, trapping, and gathering the wares of the wild to sell in town, as did a handful of other hybrids living in the mountains - a group of traders known collectively as The Strays. He told you that his name was Christopher, but that most simply called him The Wolf. When you repeated his given name softly and asked if you could call him by it he smiled that smile again, but broader and brighter and with his eyes pressed into little moons and crow's feet in their corners. His canines glinted in the light of the fire and one beautiful dimple pressed into his left cheek.

    You were in love.

    You asked him, a little shyly before parting the following day, if you could be friends. He smiled sadly and brushed rough fingers over your cheek before telling you that you were already his friend, but that you should keep yourself safe by staying away. People were suspicious of hybrids, and if he were seen with a human woman, it could be dangerous for you both.

     At the edge of the campsite, when he turned to go, you grabbed his arm. You told him that every Saturday morning you helped wait tables at Maple's Diner, and that if he came, breakfast would be on the house. You wanted to thank him, you insisted. In truth, you just wanted to give him a chance to find you, should he wish to. Oh, you desperately hoped that he wished to.

    And he did. He showed up a few weeks later, ears tucked under a hat and shoulders looking broad in a worn flannel shirt. You gave him coffee and bacon and a pile of pancakes and sat with him when your shift was through. It became a ritual, Saturday mornings at the diner. And then you started meeting for lunch. Then dinner. Then for long walks and trips to the movies. Then he started to take you out for drives in his truck - for picnics in the mountains, to watch the stars from the bed, to never leave the cab or each other's arms as the windows fogged with your labored breaths and mingled heat.

    One night your grandparents were waiting up when you returned. Your grandfather was in a rage, your grandmother was all worry and woes. It was a sin, what you were doing, they said. In the eyes of what god, you demanded in return? Your grandmother clung to your arm, begging you to come to your senses - it was dangerous, and worse, you would be ruined for life. You told her that none of that meant anything to you. Only him, he was all that mattered. Only Christopher. To hell with everyone and everything else in that goddamned town that treated him with suspicion and shame - that could never begin to see how perfectly beautiful he was.

Your grandfather forbade you to see him.

You told him you were grown and he couldn't stop you.

He raised his hand, and your grandmother screamed.

    When Christopher pulled up in his pickup you were in front of Maple's Diner. He gasped as he crouched to cradle you in his arms and gently brush his fingers over your broken lip and the green bruise on your cheek. He gathered you up, gathered your little bags, and took you home.

Home to the woods.

To the little warm cabin.

To his arms and his heart.

    It's the third winter since you left it all behind - everything that tried to keep you from him.

Things are so different now, so simple, slow, steady and intimate in the life you share. You've started talking about pups. Maybe someday. Maybe soon. 

    You look up at his lovely, peaceful face, washed golden in the firelight, and smile, settling back down against his chest. As the wind howls your eyes slip shut, and you sleep again in the strong, gentle arms of a wolf.

-Fin-

[slytherinbangchan]

Chap 6: Snooze. (Wolf hybrid Jisung x fem reader)

Finally updating this. Please don't forget to leave likes, reblogs or comments if you enjoy my writing💕 It's 2.3k words. (18 min read)

🔞Contains smut❣🔞

This is part of my Han Jisung & Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader hybrids au.

Hybrids!Au Masterlist Chap1 here

Learn More about the characters here

“Are you okay?” Jisung asks, checking on your trembling hands as your tears fall over them. “He hates me.” You say, unable to look at him, and Jisung scoffs. “No, he doesn't.” He says, checking your arms too.

“Y/n.” He calls, squating a bit so you look into his eyes. “He was just worried, and jealous.” He tells you in a soothing voice and you sniff as more tears fall down, making him chuckle at how cute you look. “Ah...” He says, picking you up to make you sit on the porch's railing. “I know his feelings. He'll be fine after a walk.” He says, but you're not so sure about that.

“You know... This is the second fight I got into tonight.” He tells you, trying to distract you from what just happened, and you sniff again and wipe some of your tears. “You got into a fight?” You ask as you sob a little, and he bites back a smile. “Mhm.” He says. Sweetely combing your hair back with his fingers to see your face better. “You fought Channie?” You guess and he nods. “Did you win?” You keep asking, making him scoff. “Of course I won. He's a city wolf.” He says with a smug smile on his face, making you chuckle softly.

“We're okay now though.” He tells you. Wipping the few tears left on your cheeks with his thumb. “Yeah, you looked all cute when I opened that door and you were laughing together.” You say, then you feel the tears coming again. “It had been such a long time since I saw you that happy around other people.” You say, making him chuckle again. “Ah, what's going on?” He asks as more tears fall down your cheeks suddenly.

“Y/n, I'm very happy.” He says, doing his best to carefully wipe all of them. “I just don't like people in general, not even hybrids. I don't like strangers.” He says. “But I love you.” He pecks your lips. “And... Hyunjinnie is not that bad.” He says and you dramatically gasp, making him laugh. “Yeah, yeah. I said that.” He says, and you finally chuckle again before the thought of Hyunjin growling at you earlier comes back to your head. “Ah, I shouldn't have brought him up.” He says after seeing your sad face appear again, and you smile softly. “I'm sorry. I was just thinking...” You sigh. “I'm just hoping I can talk to him tomorrow.” You say, and he nods, caressing your face with the back of his hand.

“Sung-ah.” You call him. “Mhm?” He answers. “Thank you for loving me.” You say. “I really love you too.” You tell him, making his heart skip a beat as he blushes lightly. “Mhm.” He says, too shy now to look in your eyes, and you chuckle softly, taking a better look at him. “You look so cute right now.” You say, taking a dry leaf and some spider web off his hair.

“It grew a lot.” You tell him as you comb his fringe out of his face with your fingers. “Should I give you a haircut tomorrow?” You ask, but his head is somewhere else. He holds your hand, taking it out of the way to kiss you, and you pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

His hands on your thighs now. “Let's go to bed.” He tells you, noticing how cold your legs are, and you pout at him. “Wait, I want to stay for a bit.” You say, a bit wary of going back to your room to avoid thinking of Hyunjin. “You're freezing.” He says, stepping back a bit so you can get down the railing, but you pull him closer again. “You're warm enough for both of us.” You tell him, hiding your arms on his chest. “You're literally just wearing a shirt, Y/n.” He nags at you, then he just picks you up, and you reluctantly allow him to take you inside. After all, Jisung has always been really good at making you forget hurtful stuff.

“At least let's watch a movie while you warm up if you don't want to sleep.” He says, leaving you on the sofa and handing you a blanket. Your heart flutters a bit seeing him like that. He would always behave just like a cute puppy not that long ago. Following you everywhere and only wanting your attention. No matter what else was going on in your life, how tired you were. He just wanted to play. But he's changed a lot. Now he really sees you.

“Stop pouting.” He chuckles. “You were freezing cold.” He says. “Well, stop nagging and come cuddle me.” You simply say, lying down a bit, and he happily takes his place between your legs. “So you're not mad at me?” He asks with puppy eyes. His fluffy tail waggling. You shake your head and he nuzzles your cheek, making you chuckle at how cute he is. Maybe he hasn't changed that much after all. “Were you worried about me getting angry cause you took me inside?” You ask him petting his head, and he nods. “Mhm. I thought I'd be sleeping down here all alone today.” He says, and you chuckle. “Nah, not tonight. I missed you too much while I was away.” You tell him, and he shyly hides on the crook of your neck. “I missed you too.” He says, his voice all muffled cause he's still hidding. He kinda smells after the night hunting and the fight with Chan, but that only makes his natural scent stronger, and you're feeling all kinds of ways about it. Cause your heart is fluttering at how deeply you love him, but you're also getting incredibly horny. Even more so having his body weighting on yours just in the right places.

You gulp down some saliva as your throat dries thinking about him. He stops moving completely for a second, and his ears twitch. Can he hear your heart racing? It skips a beat as you feel him getting hard against your heat, and another as he moves again, sitting up just enough to see your blushing face.

He scoffs before a cocky smile draws on his face, and he bites his lower lip as he leans over to meet your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, that makes your whole body ache for him.

You pull from his joggers, hinting that you want them out of the way, and he distractedly pulls them down, just enough for him to slide inside of you. You moan softly as he stretches your walls. His breath heavier as he tries so hard to keep in line. “Baby...” You call him in a needy tone, and he chuckles softly, resting his head on the crook of your neck again. “I'm going crazy.” He says, and you bite back a smile and peck his cheek. “It's okay baby, you know I don't mind you being rough.” You try and soothe him, and he scoffs. “Seriously... You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this just today... You smell so fucking good, y/n...” He says and a sweet chill runs through your body. “Then why are you not fucking me?” You ask before meeting his lips again. You know how dangerous having sex with him can get when heat hormones are involved, but tonight you really just don't care. You've missed him too much. “I've been waiting too...” You tell him, moving your hips a bit. His hands grasping on that sofa, leaving dents on it. “God, y/n...” He says, trying to hold onto his last bit of sanity. “I really don't want to hurt you tonight.” He confesses, and your heart hurts for him. “You won't.” You cup his face on your hands so he'll look at you. He takes a deep breath and you nod and meet his lips again. “I'm sorry. I was being selfish.” You apologize and he pouts. “Should we just kiss for now, then?” You ask, and he nods, leaning over to meet your lips. He rests some of his body weight on you while you make out, and you don't know exactly why but feeling how heavy he actually is makes your heart beat faster. “Are you okay?” He asks, a bit confused about your heartbeat, but you don't even know how to explain what's going on, so you just kiss him again, and you do so until his body is ready to listen to his brain.

His hands on your thighs now, sweetely caressing your skin. His cute lips all red and puffy after all those kisses. His breath a bit more steady. You take his hand and guide it to your tits, making him squeeze, and his dick twitches inside you. “Baby...” You call him between kisses, and he nods and thrusts into you a couple times, very slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him. You bite on your lips, so aroused after all that touching and kissing that you could come just like this. “Please...” You beg, and he groans before picking up the pace a little.

“God, you're so fucking big...” You say, and he scoffs and pecks your forehead, nose and lips. “You keep saying stuff while sounding like that and it'll get even bigger.” He tells you before pecking your lips once again, making you blush lightly just at the thought of it.

Your hands grasping on his hair as he bites on your neck and tits. It kinda hurts, but it feels amazing too. “Faster...” You whine softly, and he meets your lips, picking up the pace once again. “Sung-ah...” You moan, making his dick even harder. He grunts. His hips moving on their own for a second, thrusting into you so harshly. “Sorry... I-I'm sorry.” He apologizes, but he can't control it anymore. You smell too god, you sound heavengly, and you feel too fucking amazing wrapped around his cock. He just can't take it. “No... It's good...” You manage to say. “It's really good.” You tell him, meeting his lips. Moaning in the kiss as some pleasure tears fall down your face while reaching your high. And seeing you melting under him like that is just too much for him. “Y/n...” He calls you. “Mhm, cum inside me, baby.” You tell him, sweetely cupping his face with your hand. “Ah... fuck...” He groans grasping on the sofa's fabric as he cums.

You meet his lips before he collapses over you, resting his head on your shoulder as his shaky breath fans on your neck and you try to catch on your breath. “Are you okay?” He asks you, and you turn your head a bit to see his face. “Mhm~.” You say, and he smiles. Making you chuckle at how cute he looks. “Are you happy?” You ask him. His hair sticking on his face cause of the sweat. “Mhm, I'm very happy.” He says as you comb his hair back a bit, and you just feel the urge to kiss him again. His ears twitching before he suddenly sits up. “W-What?” You ask, following his eyes to the top of the stairs. “I think your friend woke up.” He says, and your heart stops for what it feels like a minute. “Oh god...” You say, sitting up too.

“What..? Oh... Did you forget your friend was here?” He asks as you frantically look around until you spot the blanket he threw at you earlier. “Let's just go to bed.” You tell him as you blush, pulling from the blanket that's under his butt to cover yourself, and he confusedly follows you upstairs. You can feel his seed dripping down your thighs as you walk up those stairs. God, you can't believe you completely forgot about her. Did she really just heard all of that? Like, it doesn't matter, right? She already knows you're dating Jisung, but... It's kinda embarassing too having her hearing you moaning like that...

He gets in the room after you, closing the door behind him. “It's okay, master. I think she fell asleep again.” He tells you, but suddenly you don't care about that anymore. Your eyes are fixed now on your messy bed with your messy clothes on it, and now you're totally aware of why you didn't want to come back to your room.

You sigh, picking up your shirt from where Hyunjin left it as Jisung silently watches you. You still don't understand why he was so mad at you. Was he jealous again? Maybe you should have stayed with him and just wait for Jisung to come upstairs, but your body was moving by its own will when you rushed to check on him. You're sure it would have done the same for Hyunjin if he was the one missing and howling in the woods. But he probably wouldn't believe you even if you told him that. And you don't blame him either. “Y/n...” Jisung calls you, carefully taking the shirt from your hands to toss it away. “It's been a long night.” He says, sweetely caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. “Stop torturing yourself.” He says before pecking your nose, and you bite your lower lip trying not to cry. “I... I'm scared about him not coming back.” You say, and Jisung chuckles softly. “Love...” He chuckles again. “He'll be back by tomorrow.” He says, pulling you into a hug. He feels so helpless right now though. “What can I do to make you feel better?” He asks, pouting a bit, and you squeeze him tighter as you think about it. “Maybe help me wash up and cuddle me to sleep?” You ask, looking at him, and he softly smiles and nods before meeting your lips.

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The Death

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f!reader x bangchan ft. stray kids smut | mdni 2.6k maybe you bit off more than you could chew when you hyped up your game to the owner of the campus’ infamous big dick owner nsfw tags under the cut

#5: huge dick + size kink (twt p☆rnlink) college!au, toxic ex bf!minho, frat boy!bangchan, alcohol consumption, one night stand, explicit consent asked and given, chan is really a tease, gentle dom!chan, daddy kink (i mean we're talking about chan here) , size kink (reader is smaller than chan), huge monster cock!bangchan, size training, protected sex (good job), oral (f), multiple orgasms, some humor at the end ♡

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“I mean being single is great and all” you said while downing the rest of the ungodly cocktail your best friend mixed for you earlier at the party. Before she left with Jisung. “But like I miss the toxic sex, ya know?” Christopher nodded his head while he took the empty cup from your hand to set it at the table beside the both of you on the couch.

The party was over so to speak. Everyone had left or was just passed out on random surfaces all over the frat. ΝΣΒ (nu sigma beta) was the frat that organized the best parties on campus. Well the second best parties but ΩΔΦ (omega delta phi) had Minho going to their parties and well you were finally over him that wasn't to run into him at a random party to drink and hook up with him again. You were determined to break free of the destructive cycle. That’s how you came to attend the parties here and met Christopher and his frat bros Changbin and Jisung. These three were quite the trio. Well not right now because Jisung was probably fucking your best friend somewhere and Changbin was passed out over the keg. Only Christopher remained somewhat (if not entirely) sober. He didn’t like alcohol that much, he claimed.

“Yeah I get you dude. Toxic sex is the best…” Christopher sighed. “But why though?”

“I don’t know man!” you said with a pout. “Also my ex was like… packing” the alcohol in your system was making it harder to perceive the fine line between sharing past experiences and simply oversharing. But Christopher wasn’t phased by it at all. On the contrary he was… intrigued.

“Really?” He questioned.

“Bro, he was real big. Like real big.” you said, closing your eyes trying to recall the extraordinary appendix Minho was blessed with. “The biggest I’ve ever seen really. I just miss that…” you said, finally opening your eyes again, purposefully avoiding thinking about your ex’s devil dick for too long before you drunkenly run to the other side of campus and to him again. When you open your eyes you see Christopher looking at you with an indecipherable expression.

“Well yeah. I miss someone that’s used to dealing with guys that are on the bigger end of the spectrum” Christopher was speaking very carefully, he was very clearly trying to hint at something but at the same time he didn’t want to come off as pressing or bragging.

You raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” you asked as neutral as you could be, but still picking up on Christopher’s hint.

“Well you know. Girls always say it’s what they want. But like when I pull it out they either just run away or I mean they pull through but I can tell they’re not enjoying it. So I usually cut things short.” 

It’s true you heard one or two rumors about Christopher also being on the bigger end but you never paid attention to them. Now, they were suddenly running back to you.

“I just wanna be with a girl that's kinky and that you know… just enjoys herself with me”

Suddenly you were looking at him differently. You looked at his big biceps resting crossed over his chest and the sleeveless loose fitted white top. He was wearing a cap that covered his soft brown curls but they were still peaking at the back of his head and around his reddened ears. 

All of a sudden you were painfully conscious of Chris’ sheer size. Even though he was simply sitting next to you his large sturdy shoulders occupied the space on the couch. You found your eyes wandering to his lower half where his muscular thighs generously filled the black basketball shorts. And eventually your gaze wandered to his groin where you did notice a particularly remarkable bulge.

“You know, bro?” Chris took off the cap briefly, combing his hair with one large hand before flipping it backwards and patting it back on. He looked a little bit frustrated.

“Yeah I get it.”

Silence settled.

“Looks like we could like… help each other… maybe” you started carefully. That was uncharted territories, you didn’t know how Chris was going to react but you were a little intoxicated and that made you forget about the consequences or more like postpone thinking about them. You’ll do that tomorrow.

A cocky smirk spread on Chris’ face. An expression you had yet to witness. Usually he was all about wholesome smiles and cute laughs. But this one, this expression stirred excitement and thrill within you.

“Wanna see the big bad wolf?” Chan said right before sending you a cheeky wink that left you speechless. Before he started laughing out loud and lightly pushed you on the arm. “Just messing with you” Chris said, returning to the sunny smile.

“Why are you all cocky for anyway?” you outbid. “I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t seen” you said, shrugging, eyes a little defiant. And Chris’ smirked returned to his handsome face just as quick. He felt a tingle in his lower half. He enjoyed that attitude you had right now. Wouldn’t it be fun to make you swallow those words? Amongst other things…

“Think you can handle it, babygirl?” Chan said, extending his massive arm behind your head on the couch and leaning on to you, making you feel even smaller. You took a whiff of his cologne, the alluring aromas or vanilla, cedar and citrus casting a spell on you.

“Yeah of course I can” you said, steady voice oozing all the confidence in the world. Making Chris chuckle again. 

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Well maybe you couldn’t…

That is what you thought when Christopher dragged you to his room as the early rays of the dawning sun were licking the blinds. 

“Having second thoughts, babygirl?” Christopher said, smiling down at you while you looked up at him and sat on his bed. The loose fitting top was all he had left on him. Even the cap was now littering the ground, letting the soft brown curls loose. and you silently thanked the heavens for this. Maybe if he would have been completely nude you would have died right there.

He was absolutely breathtaking: large shoulders, thick arms and veiny forearms going down to his big hand holding the absolute monster that usually peacefully rested between his sturdy thighs. But right now it was awakened, and awaiting.

The thing was not only incredibly massive but also unbelievably long. Thick veins ornamented the length of it from the base to the red and dripping tip.

“So am I bigger than your ex?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. 

“Um, yeah a little bit I think” 

Lie. Big fat lie.

Christopher knew that. He knew that very well but he appreciated that you kept up with that act. He found that amusing.

“Perfect! Let’s get started then” 

“What?” you said as he wrapped his warm hands around both your wrists, gently pushing you down on the mattress until you laid there with only your feet hanging off the bed. He put your wrists at each side of your face, laying his weight over you. He was heavy, but it was comforting, reassuring. You felt small but also safe under him. The heat from his body ignited a fire within you.

“Don’t worry babygirl” Chris whispered leaning into your ear. You felt his hot breath fanning your burning cheek. “Daddy will get you nice and ready for him.” You felt yourself flutter at the name. You were definitely responding to it.

Christopher licked big swipe on your ear making your breath itch in your throat and you bit your lip to repress a moan. Fortunately you didn’t have to think about it too much because Chris kissed you instantly, one of his hands leaving your wrist to wrap around your throat, his thumb pulling on your chin to open your mouth. You didn’t fight back, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. He tasted sweet, like energy drinks and tropical fruit juice. Now you knew for sure he was completely sober. But Chris, on the other hand, wasn't so sure anymore, because he sure felt drunk right now. Drunk in you, in this kiss. He threw himself into you, moaning in your mouth as you arched your back and he rolled his hips into you, pressing his hard cock onto your hip.

Before you could think too much about it Chris stripped you of your clothes, one article after the other until you found yourself completely exposed to him. Chris got up and took a step back to admire your body under the rays of the sun piercing through the blinds. You were gorgeous, stunning and he couldn’t wait to finally be inside you.

He then pulled on your hips to bring you on the edge of the bed where he kneeled on the ground and gently parted your legs. 

“Fuckk” he cursed under his breath when he saw your cute little pussy already glistening with need and lightly twitching. He only wanted one thing: to taste you. So he did.

He first laid a gentle kiss on your clit which made you jolt up and he smirked against you in satisfaction.

“Awww baby. Are you always this sensitive or is it daddy doing that to you?” He licked a large stripe from your entrance to your clit, staying there for a second giving more attention to the sensitive bud. 

“F-fuckkk. No it’s y-you” you breathed in, arching your back and fisting the sheets beneath you. “Daddy is doing this to m-me”

Christopher felt his heavy length jump just as the mention of the word in your mouth, it sounded so fucking good, so fucking sexy. It made him want to please you, be good for you.

He licked and swirled his tongue on your swollen bud earning more moans and pants from you. Until your cunt was throbbing against his lips and your heart was beating in your ears.

“Im… Fuck… gonna c-cum” you said lifting your face to see Christopher looking up at you from between your thighs. 

“Go ahead baby. Cum for daddy”

You came undone at the end of his tongue, your walls fluttering around nothing, thick slick gushing out of you and covering Chris’ face. 

“God fuck.. don’t- s-stop” you begged, tensing up your legs and your orgasm ripped through you. Chris didn't stop there, instead he gradually slowed down to help you down your high at your own rhythm.

“Fuckkk... Please daddy I need you inside me” you said looking at him. And he got back on his feet again. With disconcerting ease he grabbed you at the hips and flipped you on your stomach and lifted you so you were on all fours. 

He reached for his night stand where he took out of one of the drawers a condom and tore the wrapper hastily. 

“Was hoping you’d say that babygirl”

As soon as the condom was on he brought his tip to your soaked and fluttering little hole. You were feeling desperately empty and you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of Chris’ big fat cock. You wiggled your hips to urge him to fill you up.

“Are you ready baby?” he asked, making sure one last time you were still on board. 

“Yess daddy.. Yes please. Don't make me beg” You said, despair dripping from your lips. And Christopher resisted the urge to do just that. Maybe another time.

He started to push his huge cock inside you and you braced yourself feeling your walls expand beyond belief to accommodate the thick and hard length. Very slowly Chris continued to progress inside you. You gritted your teeth, fisting the sheet even harder and exhaling a faint complaint.

“It’s okay baby. You can do it. Big breaths, ok?” Chris encouraged you before continuing.

Thanks to Chris’ prepping,  the pain was bearable. Now you didn't even have a single shadow of a doubt left. Chris was indeed bigger than Minho. 

Soon enough he managed to push the whole monstrous thing inside you.

“There you go baby” Chris said gently stroking your back. “That’s my good girl. Say when daddy can move okay, darling?” he laid a soft kiss to the crown of your back, his voice appeared to be somewhat strained. Your tightness was also hard to handle on his part.

“Ok” you huffed quietly.

You took a couple of seconds to get used to him but eventually the pain disappeared. 

“You… can move”

Slowly Chris started to pull out only to push right back in when his tip was just barely hinging in. 

“Oh- fuckfuckfuck” you panted. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. So good for daddy” Chris said, pulling out once again.

He repeated the process until he felt you relax around him and the sharp breaths and sighs turned into moans and whines. 

“Fuckk so… so fucking big” you said arching your back while Chirs’ big hands wrapped around your waist to pull you back on his cock everytime he was pushing in. 

“Fuck your little cunt is so wet and tight for me baby”

“Hmmm daddy” you whined. “Please faster”

“Fuck so fucking naughty” he said as started to fuck you faster, deeper, dragging your precious nectar on his cock and making you moan louder.

“Fuck I won’t last long baby”

“Pleasepleaseplease daddy I'm almost there” 

Chris circled your hip and brought two fingers to rub circles on your clit, you threw your head back, completely letting go of the last bit of sanity you had left. Chris felt you throbbing around his cock.

“Fuck daddy…I'm cumminggg” 

“That's it cum for daddy” Chris said, his voice was strained as he felt you flutter around him, urging him to let got. Spurts of hot cum rushed into the condom as he hips became erratic, as continuously fucked into you until you were both satifed and out of breath. 

You collapsed and he rolled next to you, taking the condom off and tying it before rushing to the bathroom and returning with a warm towel and handing it to you. 

“Fuck that was… amazing” he told you with a bright smile that you knew. 

“So you like being called daddy? Now I understand why you’re into kinky girls.” you said, raising an eyebrow, teasingly.

“Oh– Hm.. well. Yeah… sorry it was like in the heat of the moment” he scratched the side of his face before ruffling his brown curls.

“Oh don't worry about it. I liked it” 

“We should like.. do that again sometimes… I mean if you're down”

It’s funny how he started all cocky and confident and now he was the one stumbling on his words and being flustered. You found that cute.

“Yeah we should”

“CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???” You heard Jisung’s loud voice coming from the hall. “WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR PRACTICE” He fumbled with the door handle. “WHY IS YOUR DOOR CLOSED?”

“Get the fuck out Jisung. I’m busy” Chris said and you giggled.

“Bro, I think he’s fucking someone in there” Jisung said, this time to someone else.

“OI, MATE WHO’S IN THERE WITH YOU?? IS IT Y/N??” Felix’ unmistakably low voice asked.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT“ Chris shouted.

“Fuck… I think you made him mad.” Felix said.

“Bro how the fuck is it me? You the one who insisted” You heard the two voices getting further.

“Don’t pay attention to them” Chris said and you both laughed and went back to bed, to get a well deserved couple of hours of sleep before a day full of college classes.

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a/n: thanks for reading babe if you enjoyed reblig or leave a comment because delulu is the solulu <3

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

choi seungcheol

◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers

♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader

☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers

♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

brother's best friend to lovers au

kim mingyu

☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji

virgin!mingyu x experienced reader

♤ creep by @smileysuh

serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic

ot8

◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

a/b/o, cnc, primal play

♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

bf!chan sharing you

☆ camcorder by @tasteracha

bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader

◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

chan x felix x reader, threesome

lee minho

♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi

dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

bang chan

☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs

step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity

hwang hyunjin

♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics

best friends to lovers, mutual pining

lee felix

◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

best friends to lovers, fluffy smut

♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex

ot7

♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx

supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au

◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

hybrid!bts, detective!reader

♧ stay alive by @staytinyville

mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au

☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes

♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au

◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces

hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader

♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers

♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au

min yoongi

☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx

fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc

♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader

kim taehyung

◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con

♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i &lt;3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ -- @sikebishes @hamburgers101 @felix-housewife

☾ -- ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ? ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ | ᴡᴄ: 𝟽.𝟶ᴋ

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*this chapter contains mature content (and a little dubcon which can be triggering to some audiences)

With a pained grimace, Hyunjin squeezes the last drops of blood from his wound into the wooden bowl. The liquid pools in the bowl, its crimson color reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace. The warmth from the fire mixed with the metallic scent of the blood, fills the air with an unsettling aroma. 

As his older brother, Felix, hands him a handkerchief, you can't help but notice the embroidered peacock on it. The rainbow-feathered bird brings back memories of the past, reminding you of the complex history between your family and the supernatural world. 

“That peacock, it’s the same as the one on my grandmother’s beret, what does it mean?”

Felix sits down with the bowl and grabs a few of the ingredients Jisung had given him for the spell.  It’s fascinating, watching Felix work with blood conjure.  You can tell from the way he mixes ingredients without second thought, that he was once a skilled witch.  Being a vampire made it easy for you to forget about him sometimes.  “Remember when we first met, and I told you the beret was a wedding gift for my mother?” He looks up at you from the bowl, where he’s mixing the blood with his pale finger.   

Felix continues, "The peacock is a brilliant creature, it represents divinity, beauty, and protection. That piece was made with melted gold blended with the blood of every supernatural creature in the world. It took years to create." 

As Felix draws a circle around them with his fingertips coated in thick, dark blood, he beckons Hyunjin to join him. The younger brother hesitates, his stomach growling with hunger. He had been weakened by the earlier session with the UVB wand and knew he needed to feed soon. 

"Their feathers are said to keep away evil. Perhaps it was all superstition, she was killed over it, after all," Felix murmurs, his eyes distant. His fingers run over the tail feathers, feeling the thread underneath his pads.  He picks up the handkerchief, examining it before tossing it into the fire, watching it burn to ashes. 

"Thanks for reminding me to get rid of that, I'd like to forget Edith altogether after this mess is over," Felix says with a half-smile before turning to his sibling. "Alright brother, remember how this goes?"      

“I never forgot.” He speaks. 

The brothers pierce the palms of their hands simultaneously and hold them across the circle from one another. Hyunjin finds comfort in staring into Felix's dark eyes, a rare moment of peace between them. Felix is always more advanced in conjuring and used to sit with Hyunjin, teaching him little spells like moving objects or finding lost items back when they were human. Despite their past conflicts, they know they have no one but each other.  Hyunjin doesn't trust anyone, but he knows he can always trust his brothers.  He knows none of them were perfect, they had all crossed each other in many ways in the past, but with time they realized they had nobody else but each other. 

The door opens, causing all four of you to look up. 

Chan abruptly halts, his gaze fixated on the doorway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he says, his voice laced with confusion as he takes a few steps back, his hand hovering over the door handle. You scamper towards the door, swiftly slipping through it before delicately closing it shut behind you, leaving the brothers and Jisung to tend to their experiment. 

"Hey, are you heading to bed? I'm beat," you say, reaching out to grasp Chan's arm, your fingers grazing over his inner forearm before intertwining with his. He reciprocates your touch with a gentle squeeze, silently expressing his appreciation for your affection. 

"Yeah, I'm completely drained. The Full Moon really took it out of me, and the curse isn't helping either," he replies, shutting the door behind you with a soft click. "Any news on Hyunjin?" 

You sink into the softness of the bed, slipping off your shoes and pulling the quilted blanket over your body. As you nestle in, you share the details of the experiment with Chan, recounting the painstaking process of running the wand over Hyunjin's body. 

You know all too well the consequences of being discovered, of being outed as a supernatural being. It's a fate you both dread, and one you'll do anything to avoid. Together, you slip into a heavy silence, each lost in your own thoughts. 

Chan sits on the edge of the bed, his mind a tempestuous whirlwind inside his head. He can’t quite shake the unease that had settled into his bones. He stares off into space for a moment, lost in his own thoughts before finally breaking the silence. 

"UVB isn't full spectrum like the sun, but it fucking sucks," Chan says, his voice low and somber. "A lot of people don't know that about us," he adds, trailing off as he stares down at his feet. "We'd like to keep it that way." 

You nod in agreement, propping yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him. Chan's muscles tense as he shrugs his shirt off over his head, the fabric landing carelessly on the floor. He looks over at you, his eyes soft and tired, his curly hair a mess. 

"Find out anything interesting from Santiago?" you ask, trying to distract yourself from the knot in your stomach that his name always caused. You weren't ready to confront those feelings yet, not now. 

Chan lifts the sheet, covering himself up to his chest as he turns to face you. "Well, first of all, he's no regular demon," Chan says, his voice laced with exhaustion. "He's an archdemon, which is a way bigger deal." 

You try not to react, but your expression betrays you, because it catches his attention, and he sits up with a puzzled look.  “You know about archdemons, right?” 

You shift your body weight, laying onto your back, your hands crossed atop your tummy as you blow out a sigh.  “I do, but I didn’t know he was one.  I guess that would explain a lot–” You realize now you don’t have much of a choice. 

“Santiago is my ex, Chan.” 

Your heart thuds in your chest, the sound echoing through your entire body as you admit the truth to him. His eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, the only sound in the room is the soft rustling of the sheets as he shifts to face you. You wait with bated breath, your eyes closed, for him to flip his shit.  As you lay there in silence, trying to process everything that had just happened, you feel Chan's gaze on you. When you finally open your eyes, you catch him looking at you with a mixture of surprise and relief. 

He had sensed that something was off but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Hearing your explanation is like a weight lifted off his shoulders, and his paranoia dissipates. 

In that moment, Chan can’t help but to also feel a sense of satisfaction. Knowing that an archdemon was pining after his little witch was almost like a badge of honor, and certainly it would keep them safer. 

"The ex that abandoned you before we met?" he asks, already knowing the answer. "You didn't mention him being an archdemon?" 

"Because I didn't know," you reply, your gaze fixed on the ceiling above. "I guess he didn't want me to know." 

Chan moves closer to you, his hand reaching out to stroke the peach fuzz hairs in front of your ear. "Tell me, little witch," he murmurs, "how do you feel now, after seeing him again?" 

You let out a chuckle, feeling the tension start to dissipate. "Is that a trick question?" 

"A trick answer would be a waste of the conversation," Chan replies, his thumb tracing feather-light circles along your bottom lip. You revel in the sensation of his touch, savoring every moment of it. "I promise I'm not mad at you. How can I be? You told me about him, and you didn't know he was Minho's friend." 

With that, he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss against your lips, a silent promise that everything would be okay. 

You gaze into Chan's eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but all you find is honesty and vulnerability. It's a rare moment of intimacy between the two of you, and it catches you off guard. 

"I don't really know what I feel," you confess, "I guess I'm a little... angry? I just, it's stupid but I want to know why, why did he disappear like that? To open a coffee shop in Twilight Harbour, Virginia?" 

As you speak, Chan listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. You can sense the concern emanating from him, and it makes your heart flutter. It's a comfort to be able to be open and honest with him like this, but at the same time, you're afraid of pushing your luck. Your emotions are complex, and you need a night of sleep to truly figure out what's going on inside your mind. 

"I wish I could give you that answer myself, but I can't fathom leaving you, I don't want to," Chan says, placing his hand atop yours on your belly. "But if I had to guess, I'd say he probably wanted to protect you, just like I do. If my choices were to leave you or endanger you, that's the only time you'll never see me again." 

You take a deep breath, considering his words carefully. "Why... are you so chill about this?" 

Chan lies onto his back, his gaze shifting up towards the ceiling. "If it wasn't for my ex, I wouldn't have you right here, right now," he says with a small smile. Despite the tiny pang of overprotection, he feels towards you, Chan knows better than to let it consume him. "I'm just hoping your ex can help us clear this curse, and then we never have to look back into our pasts ever again." 

You nod, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. 

A frantic succession of knocks rattles the door, making you jump.  

“Are you guys having sex?” Jisung's voice echoes through the door, loud enough to make your cheeks flush. You glance up at Chan, hoping that he's not too embarrassed. After all, you're not exactly comfortable with your ex hearing about everything going on down here, just in case he also has unnatural hearing capabilities. 

“No, Jisung, we are not having sex.” Your voice is tinged with annoyance, but you try to keep it low so that your ex doesn't hear. The door opens, and Jisung pokes his head in, looking around before coming inside and closing the door behind him. He slips out of his shoes and collapses face-first into his bed across the room from you two. 

“Any luck?” Chan asks, his voice low and serious. 

Jisung groans, turning onto his back. “Felix tried something simple, just a locator spell for all of you brothers that share the same bloodline. He channeled Felix, and I started it, but Hyunjin passed out. It was too much.” 

“Did he pass out because he actually conjured? Because if so, that's still progress,” Chan says, his eyes narrowed as he tries to figure out what's going on. 

“I don’t know,”

Jisung holds the jade talisman he's wearing a few inches above his face, turning it over between his fingers. He sighs, his brow furrowed in frustration. He's beginning to tire of the major shifts in his consciousness that this talisman keeps dragging him between. Besides, he wants to remember everything himself, not through the words of others. 

But there's nothing he can do now. Perhaps when they get back to safety, he and Felix can finagle some memory spell, but messing with the brain isn't light work in conjure. One mishap, and you can ruin a person's mind forever. 

You feel a pang of concern for Hyunjin's safety. "Felix didn't think it would be safe for me to stick around any longer, so we wrapped it up and they're drinking blood bag capri suns now," Jisung continues, seemingly unfazed by the gravity of the situation. His new question breaks the silence. "When's the last time you've fed, man?" he asks, his gaze fixed on Chan. 

The hybrid shrugs nonchalantly. "I get by with some from little witch here and there, and the blood bags.  I don't really need as much as my brothers, Jisung, remember?" 

Jisung's expression turns serious. "I don't think we should spare any expense when it comes to our lives. It's not even the third quarter yet, the moon's barely full. You've got to fill up one tank because the other is a gamble." 

"If I'm to appease my vampire to the capacity at which you're referring to, I'm going to have to kill someone," Chan retorts. 

The room falls silent, the weight of Chan's words hanging in the air. "I mean, whaddya want me to say Chan? People die every day. I'm just trying to make sure it's not us. It's a dog eat dog world out there these days," Jisung says, his words laced with a hint of resignation. 

"Dog eat dog, is it? Is it really, Jisung?" Chan says with a chuckle.    

"Hey, technically you're a wolf," Jisung quips, pointing at Chan before he can respond. The two banter back and forth, their words filling the room with a sense of ease. You find yourself drifting off to sleep, their voices merging into a comforting, muffled blur. 

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"Every time their minds fall unconscious, my curse takes over, you see? Do you SEE?!" The woman’s voice strains, and the eyes of her assistant widen with fear. 

A sharp smack across skin echoes through the room, followed by maniacal, shrill laughter. He recoils, but Edith remains impassive. 

"Little by little, each Full Moon pushes them further and further," she says in a low, measured tone. 

"Patience," she adds, sweeping her gaze across the room. 

"You have the most patience, Miss Edith, the most patience of anyone, Miss Edith," the speaker whispers. "But Miss Edith, may I ask a question?" 

There is a hollow pause before she answers, her voice flat and emotionless. "Ask it." 

"They are working with demons, Miss Edith. What will we do if they succeed?" Fear drips from the speaker's words. 

Another sharp slap sounds in the darkness, causing everyone to flinch. 

"You will make sure that doesn't happen, won't you, Oliver?" Edith's voice is soft, but deadly. Oliver nods vigorously, his eyes wide with fear. 

The room falls silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. No one dares to speak, knowing any misstep could be their undoing. 

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Rare moments like these are a true treasure. The sensation of waking up before Chan without stirring him is something you have only experienced a handful of times before. Your body has grown accustomed to the ungodly hour, and as you blink awake, the strange conversation from your dream fades away into a half-forgotten memory. 

You feel a sense of worry as you gaze upon Chan, however, his body in a deep slumber. The only thing keeping him in an extended daytime death like this would be weakness. Jisung's words from the night before echo in your mind, reminding you of Chan's starvation and rationing of your blood. Without you, he would be feeding like any other hybrid. You can't help but wonder if he feels pressure to maintain his humanity around you. But of course, he does. He hates what he is. 

Despite the worry, you find Chan beautiful in his slumber. The way he rests in peace, a solid weight of man in the bed next to you, it captivates your attention. You lean over to pick up the matches from the small bedside table and strike one, lighting the candle to bring some light to the room so you can gaze upon your lover. 

Normal people might use an early morning hour to appreciate their partner's light freckles or wispy lashes. But for you, in the dead of night, it's a moment to observe Chan's stillness. You pick up the cresset, your index finger sliding into the loop so you can bring the candle closer to his face. If he were human, this would be a terrifying sight indeed. Chan doesn't breathe when he sleeps; he doesn't need to. All of the brothers have adapted to breathing as a way to assimilate into human society. So, he lies there, pale and unmoving, eyes closed, lips tightly pressed together. 

You guide the candlelight down his chest, the covers messily bunched underneath his hips to cover his lower half. His left hand rests across his chest, and his right is splayed out, wrist hanging over the edge of the bed. If someone were to die in their sleep, this is probably how they would be discovered. 

You touch Chan's arm, and it feels like a corpse deep in the stages of rigor mortis. His flesh is firmer than usual and much colder. Felix and Hyunjin naturally run cooler than Chan, but when he sleeps, it's as if his body goes into cryogenesis.  

You catch Jisung shifting in his bed across the room, letting out a groan as he stretches and sits up. 

"Mmmff," he murmurs, slowly bringing his legs over the edge with a yawn. "He's still asleep?" He manages to get out, squinting to see you in the darkness. You look down at Chan and sigh softly. 

The eerie feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you gaze upon Chan's lifeless form. You've grown accustomed to this sight, but something still feels off about it this time around. His skin is ashen. "He doesn't do this normally, it's like he's...dead," you say, realizing how silly it sounds as soon as the words leave your lips. 

Jisung lets out a lazy chuckle as he stands up from his bed and makes his way over to you. "Well, I hate to break it to ya', but...he is," he says with a smirk. You roll your eyes at his joke, but a sense of unease still lingers in the air. 

You hold up the cresset, allowing its dim light to illuminate Chan's features as Jisung studies him closely. "I've seen Chan in his daytime death quite a few times, he's never this pale. He's gotta feed tonight," Jisung says, turning his attention to you. "And he won't do it because of you, so you've got to be the one to get him to do it." 

You scoff at his suggestion, feeling unfairly blamed for Chan's current state. "Me? How is this my fault?" you ask incredulously. 

"He's trying to keep himself human for you," Jisung explains, his tone serious now. 

"But I never asked him to be human for me, I love that he's not human. Humans are terrified of me," you argue. 

Jisung lets out a sigh, his expression sympathetic. "Chan has become more reserved in the last one hundred years, but we've all noticed that he doesn't let go around you. He can't, even if he tries, he's too...I dunno, self-conscious, I guess?" 

You roll your eyes at the thought of a self-conscious wolf-vampire hybrid. "That doesn't make sense," you grumble. 

"Now supes aren't allowed to experience insecurity? That's very bigoted of you," Jisung teases, earning a glare from you. 

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "You know that's not what I meant, Jisung." 

"I'm fucking with you, little witch, sheesh," Jisung laughs, his mood lightening. "Pregnancy hormones much?" 

You shoot him a playful glare, but the tension in the room has dissolved. Jisung opens the door, letting the dim lighting of the hallway seep in. "I've got to take this thing off for a little while, wanna tag along?" he asks, tugging at his necklace. 

You nod eagerly, grateful for the opportunity to step out of the suffocating room. "Yeah, I could use some moonlight." 

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The moon is high in the sky casting a foggy glow over the surroundings. Santiago calls for a meeting in the basement outside the guest rooms, signaling that the time has come to embark on the perilous journey to Abysmora very shortly. You're relieved to see Hyunjin, Felix and Chan all awake and dressed for the night, joining you. You and Jisung had spent the past hour in the upstairs coffee shop, catching up and exchanging stories while waiting for the others to awaken. You filled him in on everything he needed to know, regardless of his pendant, ensuring he was fully up-to-date before the adventure ahead. 

"Abysmora is nestled deep in the mountains, and it'll take us a minimum of a week to reach the entrance. The path is treacherous, riddled with scavenging supes that are power-hungry and looking for any excuse to cause destruction," Santiago says, his tone grave as he details the dangers ahead. 

As he continues, you find yourself drifting in and out of focus, lost in his meticulous planning and ability to execute. He listens intently to each member of the group, taking their input into account and adjusting plans accordingly. You're grateful that they've respected your privacy regarding Santiago's past as your ex-lover, treating you as though they're unaware of any history between you two. However, the creak of the door being pushed open jolts you back to reality, as Santiago ushers you into the dark unknown ahead. 

"That leads me to my next point. You, you, and you," Santiago says, pointing to Chan last, "all need to be at your best if we're going to stand a chance. We'll need conjurers to get inside, but if they're dead, we'll have no choice but to retreat, assuming we make it back alive." 

You feel a sense of foreboding at Santiago's words. 

As he leads you all deeper into the dark hallway, the sound of bass-heavy music grows louder, the thumping rhythm vibrating through the walls and the floor. Santiago stops in front of a thick, wooden door and pulls it open, motioning for the group to enter first.  He carefully watches you, keeping an eye out for anyone looking to bring trouble your way.

As you step into the room, your eyes widen at the sight of the veiled space. The dimly lit atmosphere is divided into various sections, each with its own mix of unknown species occupying the area. The scent of sweet perfume and fresh blood permeates the air, sending your senses buzzing. 

Chan, Felix, and Hyunjin are all too familiar with the kind of space they are in. The place is a vampire den, a sanctuary designed for blood drinkers to unleash their savage desires without any restraints. Here, they can drink, indulge in pleasure, and kill to their heart's content. The energy in vampire dens is always toxic, and the fumes of violence are overwhelming. When vampires gather in large numbers like this, their heightened energy can bring out the animalistic instincts in others, leading to chaos and destruction. 

Felix and Hyunjin had spent years exploring their desires and needs in all kinds of spine-tingling ways, but Chan could only tolerate a few years of it before leaving for good. His wolf gene made him far more violent when he lost control than his brothers, and he knew it was a recipe for disaster.  While his brothers were waking up next to exsanguinated bodies, he was waking up to decapitated ones. 

Santiago leads the group through the crowd, nodding and greeting familiar faces along the way. The seductive energy of the place draws you in, making you feel almost hypnotized. 

As you follow Santiago deeper into the den, the sounds of shuffling feet fade away, replaced by the sounds of moans and whispered words. You catch glimpses of people in various states of ecstasy, some willingly offering their necks to be bitten, others entangled in passionate embraces. 

The flickering torches cast dancing shadows across the walls, revealing fleeting glimpses of the decadent world within. 

"I have prepared a private room for my esteemed guests," Santiago says proudly, holding open the door to a secluded area. The room is bathed in a deep, dark red glow from the recessed LED lighting. The space is a strange mix of old and new, with torch sconces lining the walls outside, but a modern decor within, reminiscent of a private dance room in an upscale strip club.   

The plush, velvety seating that lines the walls of the private room oozes luxury, making you feel like you're in the presence of true opulence. Two low tables, each dividing the room in half, are adorned with an array of bottles, from rich red wines to bottled blood, specially treated with anti-clotting agents to keep it fresh, nestled in a bucket of ice. 

Hyunjin springs down onto the seat with a giddy bounce, clearly impressed with the level of extravagance displayed before him. He leans forward, lifting one of the bottles of blood with his sizable palm and weighing it in his hand, examining its value with fascination. Meanwhile, Felix, though trying to keep his composure, can't help but appreciate the fine quality of the expensive red wine on display. He takes the bottle by the neck, his bottom lip jutting out in approval of the selection.   

"Pass," Chan mutters, turning away from the scene. But you stand in front of him, blocking his path to the door as you place both hands on his shoulders. "Little witch--" 

"Christopher," you correct him, your voice soft but firm. 

He rolls his eyes, giving in to his birth name. "There's no way you can be okay with this? They're clearly under persuasion, you know Hyunjin is probably going to kill them, I just--there are other ways--" 

"Ways that we don't have the luxury of time to figure out right now," you reply, your gaze flicking over each of the humans in turn. They're patiently waiting to be devoured, seemingly in a state of blissful anticipation. 

You try to push the thought of their impending demise to the back of your mind, struggling to reconcile your own humanity with the reality of the situation. "A little persuasion never hurt anyone," you echo Chan's words from weeks prior at the ice cream shop, hoping to convince him that it's okay. 

He doesn't look convinced, so you take his hand and guide him over to the blonde girl who's lying on the furthest end of the room. "Honey, you're gonna die tonight. Are you alright with that?" 

The blonde opens her big, green eyes, her head tilting to the side as she regards you. "We're all just livin' to die, ain't we?" she drawls in a southern accent, before closing her eyes and centering herself once more. 

"I think we can take it from here," Felix interjects, nodding to Santiago as he speaks. Santiago nods in return, then exits the private room with a sigh. He seems almost relieved to be leaving the scene behind. 

Felix turns to Jisung, his hands in his pockets. "You wanna stick around for this?" 

"A weird part of me kinda does, but I've got to get some major protection spellwork ready for us," Jisung replies, slapping Felix encouragingly on the back as he exits, "Definitely have a drink for me though, man!" 

You casually lean back in your seat, eyeing Chan with a glint of amusement. The woman's arm is still outstretched towards him, her skin almost translucent under the dim lighting of the room. You watch as he hesitantly inches closer, drawn in by the sweet aroma of her perfume and the soft pulsing of her veins. 

You can sense his hunger rising, a primal urge that he tries so hard to suppress. But you know better. You know now how it feels to have the beast clawing at the back of your mind, demanding to be fed. 

"I need you to drink as much blood as you can tolerate without getting sick, do you think you can do that for me?" you say, your voice smooth and calm. 

Chan looks at you with a mixture of apprehension and awe. He's always been amazed at how effortlessly you can manipulate the situation, how you can turn something as sinister as feeding into a sensual experience. 

"I dunno--" he starts to say, but you cut him off with a teasing smile. 

"Do you want her neck? I know the carotid artery is a favorite of yours," you say, tapping your fingers gently against the woman's neck. She doesn't even flinch. 

Chan's eyes widen, and he swallows thickly. He's never been one for subtlety, but he can't deny the allure of the woman's neck, the delicate curve of her skin inviting him to sink his teeth in. 

"Or do you want to play it safe with the wrist?" you continue, leaning over the woman and picking up her arm. Chan watches you with rapt attention, surprised at how open you are about this whole thing. 

He can feel his body reacting to the situation, his hunger rising like a tide within him. It's almost overwhelming, the way his senses are heightened, the way he can smell the woman's blood and feel the thump of her heartbeat. 

But then you surprise him again, slipping your hand between her legs and sliding it up her thigh. You can feel the steady thrum of her pulse against your fingers. The woman gasps and giggles, her eyes still closed in ecstasy. Chan can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the way you're making her feel. 

"I know the femoral is a good place too, you don't have to work as hard, the blood just spills out," you say, your voice low and husky. "It's a quick death."

Chan is torn between his desire and his fear. He's never been one for taking risks like this, but the hunger is becoming too much to bear. He looks up at you, his eyes golden with need. 

"Little witch you...you don't know what you're asking of me--" he says, his voice strained. 

"Yes, I do," you say confidently. "I'm asking, carotid," you point to the neck once more, "Radial," you tap the wrist, "Or femoral." 

Chan is silent for a moment, his eyes flickering between the three options. He's paralyzed by indecision, his body racked with hunger and desire. 

"How about I pick for you then? You like it better when we do these things together, right?" you suggest, a wicked smile playing at your lips. 

Chan nods eagerly, grateful for the opportunity to relinquish control. He watches as you lean over the woman once more, your fingers dancing along her skin. He can hear the moans behind him, the splattering of blood on the floor, the shifting of bodies on the furniture. 

The air in the room is heavy with the scent of sex and blood, a potent cocktail that’s beginning to overtake you. You feel a sense of primal excitement as Chan's eyes glimmer with a golden hue, betraying his hunger. He tries to compose himself, closing his eyes tightly and looking away, but his needs are too great. You hear a breathy moan escape the lips of the blonde, and Chan's head whips up to see you buried between her legs, the robe pushed up to her thighs as she giggles and gasps in pleasure. 

The lust and passion take over his logic, just as they always do when the bow breaks, and he moves in on her, kissing her neck and licking the skin. She tastes sweet, not as sweet as you, but sweet enough to make his growing erection even tighter in his pants at the thought of drinking her to his full satisfaction. The combined touch of his lips and your tongue drives her to the brink of ecstasy, and she bucks her hips into your mouth. 

Meanwhile, Felix drains the woman of his choice, and Hyunjin drops the male body to the floor, wiping his bloodied mouth with a deviant grin, licking the blood from the back of his hand. He taps the bell and starts on his next victim, while another is led into the room, totally oblivious to the dead body on the floor. Two large men in all black come in, hoisting the man up and leaving in a flash. They move with supernatural speed and must be employed vampires. 

Chan finally sinks his teeth into the soft skin of the blonde's neck while you lap between the lips of her wet cunt, feeling her clit twitching against your nose. He presses his palm against the head of his cock in his pants to soothe the ache as he drinks, her hair tight in his other fist to steady her neck. 

“Mmm baby c’mere,” you purr, placing a hand on his knee to get his attention as you sit up, licking the wetness from off your lips. “She tastes so good, you should try her too.” 

He looks down at you lovingly, his hand under your chin. “Your eyes look so beautiful like this, so full of hunger and desire. Fuck, little witch, you’re gonna bring out something in me I never wanted you to see.” 

“Who are you to keep that from me? I didn’t ask you to do that. I never asked you to do that,” you reply. 

As Chan leans down to kiss you, his lips are soft and warm against yours. You can feel the electricity between you as you pull back, lightly licking his lips and the tip of his nose. The desire in his eyes can be felt in your bones, and it makes you ache for him even more. 

He kneels down onto the floor, the soft carpet cushioning his knees. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue teasing and exploring your mouth. You can feel his hunger for you, his need to be close to you. His kisses are deep and passionate, and you find yourself losing yourself in the sensation. 

As his tongue moves between your lips, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You grasp a fistful of hair at the back of his head, pulling him back and looking into his hungry amber eyes. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart race, and you can feel the wetness between your legs growing. 

You want him, need him, and he knows it. The way he moves, the way he kisses you, is like he's making love to you with his mouth. It's as if he's telling you without words that he wants to take you to places you've never been before. You're helpless against him, and you don't want to be anywhere else but here, with him, lost in the moment. 

“Show her how good you can be,” you whisper, pushing his head down between her thighs. He forces them further apart, nuzzling his lips onto her soft, velvety folds before dipping his tongue in. He groans against her skin as her back arches, the taste of her on his lips driving him wild. You can feel the heat between your own legs, your arousal building as you watch him bring her to the earth-shattering peaks of pleasure that he brings to you. As he continues his expert ministrations, his movements become more urgent, and you can feel the tension in the air. Your fingers dance across your own skin, between your legs, as you touch yourself, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, she reaches the pinnacle of pleasure, and you can feel the intensity of her release reverberating through your body.   

You inch closer to him, your fingers aching to feel the fabric of his pants slip away, but he pulls back, leaving you frustrated and craving more as he grips your wrist, a lot harder than usual. The air crackles with raw energy.  

Chan's eyes glimmer with a wild intensity. The memory of the first time you two made love flashes through your mind, igniting a fire within you that refuses to be extinguished. His grip on your wrist tightens, sending a jolt of pain that only heightens your desire.  

The sound of his voice, deep and rough, fills the room, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Not yet, princess. You're not ready," he growls, his words sending your mind reeling. The sudden nickname catches you off guard, but you find yourself embracing it, relishing the way it rolls off his tongue.  

He knows exactly what you need, and he's going to give it to you. Your body hums with anticipation as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "You need to cum first," he murmurs, and you can't help but let out a soft moan in response. 

You don’t understand the extent of what he means until he lifts his head to finally bring the other side of the room into his focus.  Blood smudged over his lips and neck, he smiles, and his fangs look somehow bigger, somehow longer and more pronounced almost like those of his pure blooded brothers.   

As you watch the two vampires in action, you can't help but notice the stark contrast between their feeding styles. Felix is almost surgical in his approach, with a meticulousness that borders on obsession. He drinks from his prey with a finesse that leaves barely a trace of blood, as if he's afraid to waste even a single drop. His eyes close in rapture as he savors the taste of warm, iron-rich liquid on his tongue, lost in a world of his own. 

Hyunjin, on the other hand, is like a wild animal unleashed. His eyes glint with an unhinged madness as he feasts on his prey, tearing into them with an almost savage ferocity. Blood drips from his lips and chin as he grins maniacally, caught in the throes of a blood high that has left him delirious. 

The sight of them both is both mesmerizing and terrifying, and your heart races in your chest as you watch them. The contrast between Felix's meticulousness and Hyunjin's abandon is a reminder of the nature of their existence as predators of the night. 

As Chan's lips meet yours, the taste of blood and arousal ignite your senses. You feel his breath against your skin. His voice is low and seductive as he speaks, his words sending a jolt of desire through your body. 

"Can I let Felix taste you, baby?" Chan whispers, his eyes locking onto yours. "I promise he can make you cum, and then I'll fuck you real good right here, yeah? Show everyone who you belong to." 

Your heart races at the thought, your body craving the touch of both men. Your mind is clouded, your senses are heightened.

You’re breathless as you cling onto his every word with a nod.  He could ask you to jump and you’d ask ‘how high?’ and try to touch the moon in this very moment.  You had been swept up in the energy that was uniquely Chan before but now? Something else was happening to your body entirely.  It feels like a runaway train that you have no hope of stopping, but you didn’t want to.  Was that wrong? That no matter if it ended in an explosion, you’d appreciate it for the supernova that it was? 

“Good girl,” Chan smiles against your lips as he kisses you before he calls out to his younger sibling, who looks up from his meal, his eyes bloodshot and black.  He appears alongside you both with a quickness that does happen to startle you, since you’re not really used to Felix moving at that speed so close to you. The last time that had happened, he almost killed you. The snow haired vampire looks upon you as if for the first time, his eyes trailing up to your neck and then your eyes.  His gaze falls upon the blonde, still catching her breath from the last orgasm his elder sibling had just given her. 

“Yes brother?” Felix’s half smile sends a chill through you, and this time, its the good kind.  Chan props the woman’s leg up on his shoulder as he nods to the heat building at the apex of your thighs. 

“Take care of my pretty girl for me?” 

Chan’s dimple appears and disappears again once he’s hidden between the blonde’s thighs, eliciting another moan from her. Your breath quickens as you watch everything unfold, until Felix's icy hands touch your inner thighs. You shiver at the stark contrast in temperature, and your body betrays you as you ache for his touch.  

“F-Felix…” you gasp between breaths, unsure if you want this to continue. But before you can even finish your sentence, two fingers push aside your underwear and slip inside you, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Felix nibbles your earlobe, making you moan uncontrollably.  

You can hardly believe this is happening. It feels like a twisted dream, too surreal to be true. Felix's tongue traces the curve of your ear as he listens to your heartbeat quicken, before he whispers, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this…” 

  As Felix's cool breath tickles your ear and his fingers work you into a frenzy, you can't help but moan with pleasure. The sensation of his touch sends shocks through your body, igniting a fire within you that you can't control. Your body arches as he plunges deeper inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. 

But it's not just his fingers that are driving you wild. The sound of Felix's voice, deep and seductive, is like a drug, making you feel weak and helpless. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers to you, his words giving you chills. 

As he lingers between your thighs, kissing the soft skin, Felix takes his time, savoring every moment as he licks the wetness from every inch leading up to your pussy. You can feel the pulse of your arteries against his tongue, the temptation of his fangs sending a thrill through you. But despite his hunger, he restrains himself, holding back from breaking your skin. 

“What a pity my brother claimed you first,” he says so softly that you can barely hear it as he coats your clit in his bloodied saliva, sucking and filling the room with sloppy, squelching sounds as you tangle your hands in his white hair and throw your head back.  You're not sure if it's the words or the way they're delivered, but it doesn't matter because you're lost in the moment. You're a slave to the sensations coursing through you. 

You catch a glimpse of the woman next to you, slipping into unconsciousness as Chan drinks every last drop.  The artery’s pressure is so strong, blood that he can’t capture in his mouth is splattering onto the floor. 

Felix always considered his brother a messy eater. He was even messier than Hyunjin.  No pure blooded vampire would let so much blood go to waste.  Chan did that a lot with you too.  It’s hard, both his cock and his fucking desire to drag one fang along the paper thin skin of where your thigh meets your pussy and just have a little taste. 

He can feel your body quivering beneath his touch, your hips bucking against him as your pleasure builds. The vampire is warmed by the heat of your body, the scent of your arousal filling his senses. The urge to taste you, to sink his fangs deep into your flesh and drink deeply of your essence, is unbearable. He can feel his own desire growing, a throbbing ache that demands to be sated. 

He drags his tongue along your inner thighs and legs, relishing the salty taste of your skin. He can feel your body tensing, your breathing growing ragged as your pleasure approaches its peak. 

"Felix, y-you're gonna make me cum," you moan, your fingers tangled in his hair as you ride the waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. 

“Good, that’s exactly  what I wanted.”   

Felix smirks against your skin, his fingers working you harder and faster until you're crying out in pleasure, your body convulsing as you reach your release. He watches you, his eyes glittering with hunger and desire, before leaning in to claim his own taste of your sweet nectar. 

Your breathing gets faster and faster and you don’t know what to focus on, Chan feeding next to you, or Felix between your legs.  Or Hyunjin…where was– 

As Felix's icy fingers work their magic, you feel yourself unraveling, the pleasure building and building until you're on the brink of release. But just as you're about to tip over the edge, you feel a sharp sting on your thigh and a metallic tang spreads across his tongue. Felix has nicked you with his fang, on accident, he draws back, his expression pained. Before you can even process what's happening, he disappears from the room in a flash. 

You're left gasping and disoriented, still pulsing with need. But then Chan's attention is on you, his intense gaze fixed on the slick heat between your thighs. He pushes your legs open even further, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You can feel your face flushing as he admires your body, his words making your heart race. 

"Look at how wet you are, my little witch," he murmurs, his eyes smoldering with desire. "No, I wanna see it. God, you smell so fucking good when you’re turned on like this, you know that?" 

He’s freed himself from the confines of his pants, and his leaking head is now dipping just barely into your pussy. The front of his shirt is soaked with blood, unnoticeable against the deep black colour. You can feel the coolness of his skin contrasting with the warmth of yours. His hands are on your knees, keeping them wide open as he watches himself disappear inch by inch into you, relishing the tightness and heat that surrounds him. “If I could put another baby in you right now, I would–” 

The shudder that cuts his words short is caused by the way you clench yourself around him and you arch your back in response, the pleasure building inside of you. You can feel the power you hold over him, even in this moment of intense desire. He's so dominant, but you're the one in control, holding him in the palm of your hand. 

“Fuck me like you want to put another baby in me then.” You challenge, your hand against his chest.  Chan’s grip on your forearm is firm, pulling your arm back behind your head and pinning it to the couch. He thrusts into you with a relentless fervor, his other hand grasping your knee and pushing it back, spreading you open. The cries that escape your lips are a mix of pain and pleasure, and you can feel yourself building towards something explosive. 

As your breath quickens, your eyes flutter open and you see Hyunjin watching you, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cock. His eyes are locked onto yours, and you can tell he wants to be the one inside of you.  You know by the way he’s fucking his hand, and the thought makes your head loll back to look up at Chan, fucking you so good, so sweetly, so perfectly. 

“Shit baby I can feel you cumming, you’re gonna make me, I can’t–” 

He’s incapable of completing his sentence as he moans, his hips stuttering while he fills you up.  You cling to him as the aftershocks wash over you.  The feeling of him inside of you combined with watching him is enough to send you into tiny aftershocks as you cling to his body, your eyes now closed tightly as the final moments linger and you’re slowly put back down onto Earth once more. 

Now that you’re back, you can’t help but to notice the dead body next to you, and the others on the floor across the room while two men come in again, removing two more bodies and two more robed staff enter the den. 

You slip your pants back on and sit up, fixing your top, and admiring Chan as he fastens his jeans. You can't help but feel proud of him, proud of the way he's opened up to you and allowed himself to be vulnerable.  

"I'm so proud of you," you say, offering him a supportive smile. You hook your finger into the loop of his jeans, pulling him in closer to you. "I love you like this. When you're just...you. Will you allow yourself to be this more often?"  

Chan takes your hand in his, kneeling down on one knee as he brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them.  

"When do I ever say no to my little witch?" 

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[kkami-writes]

Full House.

pairing. OT8 x gn!afab!reader synopsis. Your life since your parents died has been mundane, your routine never changing. It wasn't that you hated your day to day schedule but you had to admit that there was something missing, an empty void in your heart. So when you come across a pretty white ferret your life suddenly become a lot more interesting.

genres. written series. hybrid!skz, human!reader, kinda coffee shop!au, so much fluff, lots of domestic fluff, light angst, romance, eventual smut, honestly a fast burn

cw/tags. member x member relationships, polyamory/polycule, smut!, referenced abusive past owners, wolf!bangchan, cat!minho, bunny!changbin, ferret!hyunjin, squirrel!han, cat!felix, puppy!seungmin, fox!jeongin,

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[violetsiren90]

Evergreen | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

(A Nothing But You universe fic)

Genre: hybrid AU; one-shot; established relationship; domestic fluff; slice of life; mountain living; pregnancy

Word Count: 1689

Summary: Seasons change, life moves on - but some things stay the same.

Content Warning: PG-13 for themes but my page and all its content are 18+ (minors, dni); wolf hybrid rut; mentions of knotting and marking; mentions of rut symptoms that include insomnia and lack of appetite; deep emotions; the use of "your" and "belonging" in the sense of committed love NOT ownership; pregnancy; mentions of different states of undress; domesticity and shared domestic responsibility; homesteading; Chris being the sweetest and most caring 😭💕; Chris chopping wood 😳; mentions of food and eating; implications of sexual intimacy, parenthood

Author's Note: I guess I went and fell in love with these two. This is a companion one-shot to Nothing But You. This one-shot is a different flavor, not as soft and cozy all the way through - there are more notes here, I think. Some sweeter, some sharper, but in the end, it's still them. I wanted to peek into their lives and see how they lived and loved. 🥰

If no one has told you yet today, please know that you are so loved, and so worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

~January~

Snow burdens the branches of the pines, the bitter North wind whistling between the trees, through the darkness, and over the blanket of fresh powder shrouding the forest floor. The mountains are sleeping, but your wolf is awake.

He nearly collapses, sinking to his knees as he shuts the cabin door. You spring up from your place by the fire to rush to him, but he holds up a hand, a growl rumbling low in his chest. You freeze. Panting, he slowly raises his face. Snowflakes cling to his lashes and dust over his head and shoulders. The dusky circles under his brown eyes speak of weariness, yet their expression is dark and wild. His nose is flushed from the chill. Beads of sweat quiver on his brow.

The fever still hasn't broken.

It appeared two days ago, with other sudden changes. Christopher has grown restless and short-tempered, and won't sleep in your bed. He smells intoxicatingly of cedar wood and amber.

You've been through it all before, his annual rut at the end of winter - four days of watching him endure the throes of primal agony. He would steal away at night, to hunt, your proximity far too overwhelming for his heightened senses and desires. Unchecked he would fail to stop himself. He would take you, mark you, knot you.

He hadn't in the four years you'd shared a bed and the comfort of the other's flesh. You'd spoken of the mating rites, but he always held off, afraid to break you. So protective of you always, and without a second a thought to himself.

You respected his space, his wishes, attempting to help him navigate the torment of his natural longings as best you could.

But this year it had taken him like a wild fire. The fever wouldn't break. He wouldn't sleep or eat. And now, here he was, half frozen and shivering on the floor.

No more.

You slowly cross to pull him up against his weak protesting. You peel away his frost-damp clothes and drag his heavy frame to rest upon the bed. With his last strength he tries to push you away, but you slip under the blankets beside him, pulling him into your arms.

His eyes flutter shut as he curls against you and nuzzles into your neck, whimpering that when he wakes it will be too hard for him to hold back.

You tell him not to try.

You tell him that you need him, want him - all of him. This part too, with all the others.
You assure him softly that you're not afraid, nor should he fear to make you his...you already belong to one another, after all.

You whisper that you love him.

Christopher exhales, tears trickling down his cheeks to mingle with the sweat and melted snow. You hold him to your breast, brushing soft kisses into his hair.

Cedar wood and amber.

~April~

You shake out a flannel shirt, crinkled and bunched from wringing to hang it on the line that stretches from the side of the cabin to a young yellow birch within the clearing. You smile as you fasten it with clips. He had worn it on the first day he visited the diner. It was faded then, and it has grown more timeworn still. But the fabric is thick, the seams hand-sewn, and if the dye has begun to abandon the thread it is only ever the softer. 

Strong and soft, like him.

The warblers are singing in the branches of the white pines as they busily fashion their nests. You stroke a hand down over the little bump of your belly, musing over the nesting that has started to change the trappings of your own little home. There's still plenty of time, but Christopher's excitement has poured forth in the form of hard work, and you're certain that when your time comes he'll have stored by enough for the next three winters yet.

You hear the rumbling of his truck a ways off. He left in the wee hours, the bed loaded down with wares to sell to suppliers in town. By the time you've strung up the last piece of washing he's already at the mouth of the trail, his arms laden with flowers and parcels wrapped in brown paper. The light wash of his denim shirt brings out the early kisses of the spring sunshine on his honeyed skin.

You follow him into the house where he puts your wildflowers into a vase and insists that you sit while he tends to lunch. Unwrapping the brown paper packages you find a set of pretty maternity pajamas, a box of chocolates, and the goat's milk soap you like. 

He's already eaten half his sandwich when he sets yours down, and you tug his wrist, pulling him into a chair to prevent him from setting out to work yet again. 

When the dishes are cleared you won't let him leave. He'd work every second of every day and well into many nights if you let him. But today you want him to rest. It's a mild and lovely afternoon and the chores are done. Other things can wait.

You sit across his lap on the porch swing he built two summers before. Your arms encircle one of his as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

His lips brush your forehead as his thumb caresses the little curved scar where the slope of your shoulder meets your neck. The one that means you belong to him and no one else.

The birds sing and the swing creaks.


~July~

He calls you from around the other side of the house. You draw an arm over your dripping brow and struggle up from where you're crouched to spread a batch of plump, ripe blackberries between the screens of the drying rack. There are still so many. Some you'll turn into jam. Christopher will eat the rest. He loves them. You rest the colander still half-full with berries against the full swell of your belly, wrapping an arm about the rim to keep it in place. 

You're hot and uncomfortable these days. But, when the morning's work is through, you'll go down to the lake together to shed the day's heat in the cool, still waters. You'd been every afternoon that week. Christopher was a strong swimmer, and would stay in far longer while you sat on the shady bank with a book. When he finally quit the water yesterday, he'd never found his clothes - instead he'd pressed you back into the lush green grass and made you sigh his name. 

As you round the far side of the cabin your eyes catch his form. He stands under the sweltering sun, stripped down to pair of fitted khaki work pants and thick suede boots. His muscular chest is slicked with sweat and he stands, panting, with his weight pressed into his right hip. He holds an axe in his hand.

His mouth pulls up at the corner and his tail swishes at the site of you. You tuck yourself against him wrapping your free arm around his damp waist. Oh how you want to swim. To hold his strong body in the dark water.

He gestures with the axe at what he's fitted together with stripped pieces of soft pine. A little cradle. He nudges it with his foot, setting it to rock. You bring a blackberry to his lips and he accepts it.

You kiss him.

Salty skin and summer fruit.


~October~

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of little cries. You sit up and stretch, blinking in the softness of the early autumn light.

You inhale deeply. Cinnamon and hickory smoke.

Outside the air is growing crisp and the leaves of the deciduous trees are blushing and abandoning their hosts, covering the floor of the wood in their pageantry. Fruit and game have begun to grow scarce as the forest prepares to enter the long slumber of the colder months. Nights require fires more often than not.

There is a small fire crackling now. A little black cauldron hangs over the flames, and you can smell the porridge simmering within. The man you love sits in a rocking chair near the warmth, a little bundle in his arms. He looks up at you as you rise and he smiles. He's been all smiles lately. In fact, you don't think the little dimple has left his cheek since he met the tiny she-wolf in his arms two weeks ago.

He says she looks like you, but all you see in her beautiful little features is Christopher. She has two tiny fuzzy ears and a darling little tale.

You reach down to stroke her fat cheek and your heart aches.

It aches from love, so much of it.

When the doctor placed her in your arms a part of your heart that you hadn't known existed burst to beating. You thought you loved the man who had knitted her inside you as much as you were able, but you had been ignorant in that respect as well. When he took your daughter in his arms and looked down on her face you thought that there wasn't room in your chest for things so vast, so deep.

You named her Hannah, for the sister her father had lost. It meant "grace".

So fitting, you think.

You move your fingers into Christopher's curls and he looks up at you. His brown eyes are soft and warm. The lovely eyes you saw that first day at the general store - the same through every changing season.

The maple and the birch will wax and wane, but not the cedar, not the pine.

Some things will remain.

And he is evergreen.
 

-Fin-

[cherryeol04]

Valentine’s Surprise

➻ Pairings: Minho x Chan

➻ Genre: slice of life, romance, college au, wolf au

➻ Additional:  humor, angst, misunderstandings, soulmates au

➻ Word Count: 3.5K

➻ Warnings: 

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

“And then Mr. Kim mansplained why doing the project earlier was more beneficial.” Minho sighed, closing his eyes at the memory, though mostly to help ease the tension in his eyes from staring at the glowing screen in front of him. Though he didn’t keep them closed for long, not wanting to miss a moment of seeing Chan’s beautiful face. It was hard for them to get time to talk like this. Even if Chan was only a few more hours ahead of him in time zones, they both lead pretty busy lives. So Minho was greedy when it came to his time with his boyfriend.

“And what could he have possibly explained -”

“Mansplained.” Minho corrected and Chan rolled his eyes lovingly at the other.

“You’re a man too, babe.” 

Snorting, Minho crossed his arms, glaring at Chan as hard as he could, though judging by the laughter, he probably came off more of like a cute kitten as Chan has often told him. “It’s the principal of it, Channie. He was talking down to me like I was some helpless omega.” he scoffed. “I wouldn’t put it past him to be the type of person that still believes an omega’s place is in the home, caring for twenty litters of pups.”

“Twenty - oh my god.” Chan choked. “That’s an excessive amount of pups, don’t you think?” he asked, eyeing the screen warily. 

“Of course not!” Minho grinned as he leaned in closer, eyes locking on the camera lens. “Don’t you want to have a big family with me, Channie?” This time he was pouting and perhaps laying it on a little thick. Though it was worth it as he watched Chan’s cheeks heat up, despite the graininess of the video call. Even Chan’s HD camera was no match for Skype’s shit quality. “Hmm?”

“Of course I do, Minho.” Chan cleared his throat. “But twenty is definitely too many pups to have. We’d be eaten out of house and home.” Well, Chan did have a point about that. Okay, maybe they wouldn’t have that many pups, but they would at least have one and that thought alone pleased his wolf in ways that Minho really didn’t want to acknowledge. He wasn’t the type that liked to rely on his instincts and be the “typical” omega type. But there was something about Chan that had him wanting to do all the homely things that many associated with his second gender. He wanted to provide a wonderful home and family for his alpha.

“You win this round, Mr. Bang.” he teased as he sat back in his chair. “But just so you know, this war isn’t over.” He giggled, beaming when Chan laughed as well. He loved the way Chan laughed - how his shoulders shook and eyes turned into crescents. And his dimples were always on display when he laughed. They were possibly Minho’s favorite part of Chan’s body. Their happy little bubble burst when Chan’s alarm went off, startling them both. Minho watched with sad eyes as he picked it up and turned off the annoying sound before looking back at him.

“I have to go.” He whispered.

“I know.” Minho could feel the sadness radiating off of Chan through the computer and he was sure it was the same for the other. Ending their calls was always the worst, but they couldn’t stay on video all the time, as much as Minho liked to argue. Even with all his cunning ideas, it still wouldn’t work out, but he gave it a valiant effort every time. “I miss you.” He could feel the heat dusting his cheeks, but decided to ignore it. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but it was too late to take back the words. Not that he was lying or anything. He really did miss Chan, even with him right in front of him like this.

“I miss you too, Minnie.” Minho’s heart fluttered, chest swelling with an emotion he had felt so many times that it could only be love. That or it was heartburn and he still hadn’t deciphered which it was yet. “I love you.”

Minho scrunched up his face, looking away to avoid making a fool of himself. He wanted to giggle, or coo or flail about. Every time Chan said those words, he had such a visceral reaction that he just couldn’t handle himself. “I love you too…I guess.” he shrugged, hoping his voice sounded as indifferent as he wanted it to be.

“I would hope, you’re kinda stuck with me for life.” Chan lifted his right wrist, his fingers grazing over the mark and watching it glow a beautiful golden yellow. Looking down his left wrist, Minho watched as his own mark glowed, reacting to his soulmate, even though they were miles apart. 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He whispered, lifting his eyes back to the screen. “You should go. Text me when you get home.” 

“Always.” Chan grinned. “Remember to eat today.” Chan’s set him with a stern gaze.

“I will.” He probably wouldn’t, especially if he got wrapped up in the choreography for his upcoming dance evaluation. But Chan didn’t need to know that, right now at least. 

“Good. Talk to you later, baby.”

“Bye.” Minho always refused to be the one to end the call, and he silently hoped each and every time that Chan wouldn’t end the call either. But just like all the previous times, the call ended and Minho was left in nothing but the static silence of his bedroom - feeling alone. His wolf howled in agony, the dramatic little thing because he knew it wasn’t the end of their relationship. Chan would text like always, Minho was sure of that, but trying to convince his wolf of that was like talking to a brick wall. 

So Minho resigned himself to his daily cycle of sadness and forced himself out of his chair to go and get ready for dance practice. At least if he was doing something, he wouldn’t notice the sadness as much. 

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Felix stared worriedly as Minho paced the floor of their practice room. He looked flushed and agitated and if it wasn’t for the thick Eucalyptus scent wafting from the other, Felix would have been inclined to believe that Minho was sick. 

He felt that way. Minho felt absolutely nauseated- wrought with worry because Chan had stopped answering his calls and texts. Minho would be understanding if it had been a one time occurance, or if Chan called him back, but he didn’t. For the past couple of days, no matter what Minho did, Chan never answered. His read receipts were suddenly turned off as well as his location services. Every phone call would ring twice before going straight to voicemail and Chan’s status on Skype was always offline. 

It’s like the man just disappeared off the face of the Earth! How was that even possible? For a popular and good looking alpha like chan to just go missing?

Minho froze in his tracks as a horrendous thought crossed his mind. What if Chan was cheating on him? 

He snorted to himself. No, not Chan. He was as loyal as one person could possibly be and not a mean bone in his body. He wouldn’t cheat.

But…

It was the only explanation for the sudden behavior change. It all made sense if he thought about it. And it’s not like he could blame Chan. They were separated by miles of land and ocean, and at least two if not three time zones. They’ve only ever seen each other through video calls. Their relationship was the epitome of long-distance. 

“Hyung.”

What if Chan had met someone else? Someone prettier and better? More willing to bend to the stereotypical behavior of an omega? Someone who didn’t sass back as much as Minho did. Who expressed themselves better than Minho ever could? Someone who was within arms reach that Chan could touch and hold and kiss and…mate with.

“Hyung?”

What if Chan had met a better mate and was getting ready to break their soulmate bond?

“Minho hyung!” 

Jerking back at the touch to his cheek, Minho blinked rapidly, clearing the tears blurring his vision. Since when had he started crying? Frowning, he reached out and wiped the tears aways with a little more aggression than necessary. Stupid tears. Stupid emotions. Stupid Chan!

“Minho hyung, what’s wrong?” Minho knew Felix had been standing there, but it wasn’t until that moment that he actually registered his presence fully. The younger beta was staring at him with such worried eyes that Minho wanted to cower from the gaze. He didn’t want to feel like a burden. 

“Nothing.” He spat and immediately regretted his words at the forlorn expression tossed his way and was quick to apologize. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay hyung.” Felix whispered, eyes shaking with emotion. “But something is wrong.” He stated firmly. “You can tell me, I want to try and help.”

Minho took a few shuddering breaths, trying to calm himself down because he certainly didn’t want to snap at Felix again. He really was only trying to help. And it’s not like he put these horrible thoughts in Minho’s brain. No, Minho only had himself to blame (and Chan). “It’s really nothing.” He tried to assure, but faltered. “Actually…Chan stopped texting me and answering my calls.” He said slowly. “Did he mention anything to you about…anything really?”

There was a look of realization that crossed Felix’s features only to be quickly replaced by a look of deliberation. Minho squinted at him, poking his side a few times. 

“Felix…what do you know?”

“Huh? Um, well…” the way Felix trailed off was a bit suspicious, like he was trying to think up an excuse. “I remember him saying something about a deadline and you know Channie hyung gets when he’s composing.”

Oh yes, Minho knew first hand how wrapped up in his work Chan could get. But even when focused on his work, Chan would always call him back when he was done. This wasn’t normal working Chan behavior. But the fact that Felix didn’t seem worried did help to put the Omega’s worries at ease. If only slightly. 

“I guess.” He muttered, heaving another sigh. Reaching up, he rubbed his cheeks, taking note of how hot they were, but that was to be expected. He was still pretty worked up. “Whatever. Let’s just start practice.”

“You sure hyung?”

“Yeah.” Turning, Minho headed over to the counter and started the music, effectively ending all conversations. 

——

Minho really should have listened to his body more. Despite the fact that he had been hot during practice, he had told himself at the time that it was just because he was upset. And that wasn’t a lie. He had been upset and was still upset, even days later. It was going on a week and half since he last heard from Chan and no matter how hard he pressed Felix, the younger Australian had no information about his older cousin. And that only added to the stress and worry and negative thoughts. But even all that couldn’t explain how hot he was becoming. He should have realized days ago that this was a sign his heat was coming, but Minho was so wrapped up in the “cheating” scandal he had fabricated in his mind that he lapsed in caring for himself.

Now he lay prone on his bed - a naked, panting mess that absolutely refused to do anything to help ease the pain. And why would he when the one thing - one person that helped him through his heats was missing in action. Over the three years that Minho knew Chan, the other had always been there for him, talking him through each orgasm until they were both a trembling, sticky mess on a video screen. Not the ideal way Minho wanted to be with Chan, but he would take anything and everything he could get. 

But his alpha was gone and he was in pain. It was like his body knew Chan wasn’t there and was rebelling against him like it was Minho’s fault. His wolf was antsy, howling and searching for that connection, but in his heat induced delirium, he couldn’t find it. Had Minho had a better grip on his thoughts, he would have known their bond wasn’t broken if he only touched his mark. But as it was, he could barely remember his own name as he writhed and curled up into a ball as another cramp claimed him. A harsh sob wretched itself from his throat and all he could think about was just wishing for the heat to end.

A sudden knock to his door pulled Minho out of his spiraling thoughts, the fog momentarily lifting as he tried his hardest to process what had just happened. Another knock sounded shortly after, leaving Minho confused. Who would be at his apartment now of all times? He had already called off work, put in his absences with his professors and told his friends he would be out of commission for the next week. Everyone who needed to know he was going through his heat, knew, so they wouldn’t be coming to his apartment. At least he hoped not. It would be highly unprofessional if his boss or professors decided to pay him a visit. And while the thought of a teacher-student or boss-employee relationship was appealing, the only person he wanted in that authoritative role was Chan.

But Chan wasn’t there. He was probably off screwing some omega and starting his happy life while Minho laid there suffering. Begging and pleading for a higher power to bring Chan back to him. He absolutely hated this.

Another knock and Minho snapped. He pushed through the pain of the cramps, forcing himself up and out of his bed. The thought of putting on clothes sickened him, body too overheated to be confined, but he knew he couldn’t answer the door naked. Well he could, but the resulting consequence that may happen far outweighed and won over the need to be comfortable. So Minho pulled on his pajama pants and left the safety of his bedroom. The once stale air of the house came alive with a mixture of mint and eucalyptus as Minho made his way to the front door. As he reached it, another knock sounded and without so much as a care of who could be on the other side, Minho yanked the door open harshly.

“What the fuck-” he stopped mid sentence, eyes widening as he took in the body before him. “C-Chan?” There stood a very sheepishly looking alpha. His normally styled hair, now just a heap of messy black curls. There was not a lick of makeup on his face and if Minho squinted hard enough, he could make out the very light dusting of freckles along his cheeks, just like Chan had always said he had. It was a family thing, though Felix had been more blessed in that area with a whole galaxy of freckles covering his face. He was adorned in all black, but that wasn’t something unusual as it seemed to be Chan’s favorite color. 

“Hey, Minho.” He said, voice barely a whisper as he looked Minho over slowly. Minho watched the way his pupils seemed to dilate, steadily growing blacker the longer he looked at him. He felt so vulnerable under the gaze, yet desired, especially as Chan’s tongue swiped across his lips. As Chan dragged his eyes back up, he seemed to come back to himself, the tips of his ears turning a beautiful shade of red as he held out his hand, thrusting a bouquet of red and purple Baby’s Breath towards him.

Minho was stunned, blinking rapidly as he tried to formulate some sort of coherent sentence that wouldn’t sound dumb, but everything he came up with always fell flat. He wanted to interrogate Chan on where he had been and why he hadn’t been answering his calls and texts. Another part of him wanted to ask why he was even there. In the end, he settled on probably the safest topic as he took the offered bouquet. “You remembered.” 

“Of course I did. I remember everything you tell me.” Chan chuckled softly before clearing his throat. “Except for when your heat is supposed to hit.”  Minho tore his eyes away from the flowers to glare at Chan, the alpha gulping in response.

“You would have known if you had answered my calls!” he snapped. “Where the hell have you been?! Do you know how worried I was? What’s her name?”

“Huh? What?” Chan was taken aback by the angry outburst.

“What’s her name?”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Bang Chan. You went off the grid for over a week and you don’t think I wouldn’t know that you’re cheating on me?” he growled. “I never would have thought you would be such a no good, low down alpha to-to do this!” Minho was angry, his scent spiking exponentially. Unfortunately it wasn’t its usual sour scent. Nothing could mask the smell of his heat and the more worked up Minho became, the more potent and thick the scent filled the air.

“Baby, I don’t think this is the best place for this. Your heat.”

“This is the best place for this!” Minho snapped at him. “You have some fucking audacity to show up at my door step -” Minho paused, brows knitting together as he stared at Chan before looking around the empty apartment hallway behind him. “How did you know where I live?”

“Felix.”

“Felix?” Minho huffed and crossed his arms over his bare chest. “I knew he knew something.” 

Chan laughed, though Minho was not amused. “Yeah, he knew. I had been planning this for months.”

“You had been planning to cheat on me for months?”

“What? No!” Chan groaned and rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. “Baby I’m not cheating on you. I was planning to surprise you by visiting.”

“Surprise me? By visiting?” he parroted as if repeating the words would help him understand better. “So you turned off read receipts, turned off your location services and stopped answering my calls and texts because you were coming to visit me?”

“Yes.” Chan nodded quickly. “Surprise! Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Valentine’s…” Minho trailed off, thoughts racing a mile a minute - each train of thought getting lost in the fog of his heat as the inferno grew stronger. This was crazy, ludicrous even but made more sense than Chan cheating on him. “Oh my god.” he whispered.

“Yeah, so then. Can I come in?”

Minho stared blankly at him before stepping back quickly. “Yes, come in, come in.” he ushered the other in. “Don’t mind the mess, I didn’t have time to clean. Been lost in my-”

“Heat. Yeah, I know.” Chan chuckled. “The whole building probably knows now.” Minho flushed as he closed the door quickly and locked it, sliding the chain for extra protection because Chan was indeed right. The whole building probably could smell him now and he didn’t need an unwanted alpha or beta to try and force their way into his home just because he smelled so alluring.

“Probably.” he muttered as he leaned back against the door, staring at Chan. “ I still can’t believe you’re here. I thought…I was so stupid.” Shaking his head, he gave a small laugh. “You were just coming to visit me. I swear to god Channie.” Chan chuckled as he stepped closer to him and gently pulled Minho into his arms - cradling him so carefully it was like he was made out of glass. And maybe he was. Minho certainly felt delicate enough at the moment. His body was in turmoil; hormones raging as he felt like he was burning alive while simultaneously being stabbed to death. The cramps were no joke.

But for a moment, Minho’s mind was cleared of all thoughts of his heat. This was the first time Chan was holding him, touching him. Minho had waited for this moment for too long. Had dreamt of this very moment more times than he could count and yet he never thought it would happen so soon - so unexpectedly. His heart skipped a beat, racing in his chest as he snuggled into Chan’s embrace, resting his head on the other’s shoulder. “Channie,” he whispered.

“Yes, love?” Minho’s fingers curled in Chan’s shirt, clutching the fabric tightly as he nuzzled into his neck. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I probably would have thought the same thing, honestly.” Chan placed a gentle kiss on the top of Minho’s head. “I love you Minho.”

“Love you more.”

Chan hummed softly, running his fingers through Minho’s hair. It felt so nice and soothing. And for the first time in a while, Minho felt complete. “How about we go and take care of your heat, hmm?” Minho could only nod eagerly, letting himself be dragged off to his bedroom.

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[straylightdream]

hopelessly devoted

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.

featuring: werewolf han jisung x f. reader

genre: wolf au, college au, smut, angst, mutual pining

warnings: protected sex, fingering, soft dom jisung, mentions of marking and bruising, knotting

word count: 5.7k

status: read here

an: I’m reworking and old story and starting a connecting series with skz as werewolves.