#werewolf! bangchan

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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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Kinda like a hard/soft yandere werewolf Bang Chan going on in my head. Like his mate (his soulmate) goes into heat and is in major pain so he uses his warming abilities he has from his werewolf genes and cuddles her and rubs her tummy to help with the pain

and he'd be so sweet and understanding about it. as soon as he senses it, yandere werewolf!chan will drop whatever he's doing outside the cabin and sprint to you. he will carefully open your shared bedroom door, and softly call out to you, barely handling the sight of his soulmate laying in pain.

yandere werewolf!chan who will make sure you have everything you need at bedside, and after being convinced there's nothing else you want but him, he will gently embrace you and leave a couple pecks on your cheek and temple.

constantly asking if you're still in pain or if it got any better, chan will rub your tummy and arms and massage your aching muscles. yandere werewolf!chan would be so worried and willing to do whatever you ask of him in such a fragile state, he may even let you climb his back and walk around the cabin when is dark enough that no one will be around, and cold enough that you want to go back inside and cuddle him.

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our last dance — bangchan

➳ published: 10.12.22 ➳ domestic!au || werewolf!au || immortal!au || genre: angst || fluff || rated: t ➳ pairing: werewolf!bangchan x angel!reader (fem) ➳ summary: chris lived a full life, a life better than he thought he would but everything must come to an end for those who are not immortal ➳ word count: 1.3k ➳ warnings: death ➳ author’s note: you need to listen to the song for full effect! if you cry, you have to tell me - cos i did ➳ banner credit: @feelsaesthetic (thank you for also giving this a read)

[NOW PLAYING: Awakening - U137]

"Is this it?" The sound of the falling rain against the window pane, a reflection of what's to come, nearly drowns out his weakened voice.

Your fingers gently touch his cheek, you couldn't look at him, you don’t want that pained expression on his face to be the last thing you see from him. "Hush, my love," you say, thumbs brushing away the tears that fall on his cheek, feeling the stubble underneath. "Save your breath."

Chris' hand caresses the back of your head, holding you closer to him, wanting you to be the last thing he remembers as he closes his eyes for the last time. "This wasn't the way I planned to go," he says with a choked laugh.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, meeting you and how much he fought the feelings you stirred inside him. He never thought he would meet the love of his life that night, he never thought he would call you his queen, his angel - his wife. If Chris believed in mates, you would have been that too but you were better than that, better than anything he could have ever hoped for. You changed the world for him, he lived every day like it was going to be his last because he truly didn't believe he was going to go very far but at the end of each one - good or bad - you were there. You made him realise life was worth living and he started to do everything he could for you because that's the man you made out of him and god, did he love you more for it.

"Dad..." You pull away, Chris' hand dropping as you both turn to see the young woman standing in the doorway. Her short black hair is wet from the rain, dripping onto the floor while she clutches the plushie he had bought her when she was a pup tightly in her hand. "N-no... you can't..."

A broken sob sounds from the back of your throat as you pull away from the wolf to go and hold your daughter who is gritting her teeth and shaking, fighting back tears. Iris grew up to be a spitting image of her father, she took after him in so many ways but she got your immortality - something Chris could never have. She stands there looking at him, his tired smile spreading across his lips as if trying to make her feel better, "come here, pup."

Hand in hand with you, Iris walks over and hugs him, hearing his faint heartbeat growing weaker by the second. "Uncle Chan and Uncle Channie-"

"They'll be here," you say, your eyes meeting Chris’ and you give him a small smile, as if reassuring him that everyone is going to be okay.

"I'll see you right, Dad?" Iris says as she climbs onto the bed, laying next to her dad and hugging him gently. "Mum and I can come see you in heaven and we can be together." Nobody had ever told Iris what happens to wolves when they die, something you had to accept the hard way, nobody really knows where they end up but it's not somewhere you can reach him and you could never fully accept that.

There's a knock at the door, "I'll get it," you break the silence, giving Chris a look before heading to the door. His hearing might have faded but he can hear the way you break down, faintly hearing Chan whispering to you while Channie begins to cry.

Shit, he didn't think this would be so hard.

"Iris," Chris tries to catch her attention as she talks about all the things they could do together and how heaven is so great - he'll love it there. "Hey, my little pup," she looks at him, biting on her bottom lip because he only calls her that when he's being serious about something, "when a wolf dies..."

"No," she cuts him off, pulling away and causing Chris to wince from the sudden movement. "You said..." she shakes her head, "Dad, you said that all dogs go to heaven. You told me that that's where all dogs go. We are wolves, we are kinda like dogs so... so…

He tilts his head back, the tears silently falling as he hears her trying to fight him about something like this. Fuck, he wish he could just let her believe it, that they'd meet again but he can't. He can't give her false hope, not now.

Chan, Channie and you walk back into the room and you pull Iris away for a moment, taking a step back to let the brothers share their moment. They all know it's soon, even Chris does, everything is hurting, his breathing is shallow and god, does he look so tired right now. You can tell he's holding on to say goodbye to everyone, to make sure they can see him one last time but it's now time for him to go to sleep. They know it is, his heart is growing weaker, his voice becoming quieter as he forces himself to stay awake.

"Say goodbye, baby." You whisper to Iris, "tell Daddy you love him."

Their last goodbyes. Everyone telling him they love him, Chris telling them to take care before everyone slowly leaves the room to let his wife say your final goodbyes to the love you had searched for for thousands of years. Laying with him, you rest your head on his chest, listening closely to his once strong and comforting heartbeat fading into the night. "Do you remember the first time we danced in the rain?" You ask, knowing he's too tired to answer so you’re satisfied with the faint smile he wears as he looks at you. "Close your eyes, baby," you lift your hand to guide his eyes shut and shuffle up slightly so you can press your foreheads together. You may not be able to take him to heaven, may not be able to keep him with you but you can make sure his last moments be that of a memory you once shared while his body shuts down and he drifts off to an eternal sleep.

One he's been waiting for for a while now.

"Remember how the rain started to pour without warning, it was too late to save our clothes because either way, we were soaked so we made the most of it. Remember? The music playing from the cafe near us, a slow song." Tears fall together but you don’t care, your memories mixing together as one you tell yourself. "You looked so handsome, dressed up for me. I loved it so much when you made the effort and you always loved the way I looked in red. You complained the night was ruined, grumbled about how it wasn't meant to rain while you spun me around and caught me in your arms." You chuckle softly, hearing him attempt it before his fingers find yours, weakly squeezing them to help you continue. "You-" you feel the lump in your throat and try to push it down. "You told me I looked more beautiful, drenched in the rain and the glow of the moon, then anything you had ever seen before you kissed me." You press a soft kiss to his lips, your own quivering when he doesn't pucker, his hand still in yours and his breath... "Picture it, my wolf, as if we are dancing together now. Let our last dance guide you to where you'll no longer be in pain."

He's limp, unresponsive and you press a final kiss to his forehead as you feel the light in his soul, his desire to hold on for a moment longer, fade.

"Goodbye, my love." You say, holding him safely in your arms, "rest in peace."

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[allforbtsu]

Will you hold me softly?

Chapter 2

Summary: After being rescued and raised by the Bangtan Pack, you now find your true mates in the Stray Kids Pack.

Tags: Platonic BTS x Reader, Abusive Childhood, Werewolf au, Eventually Stray Kids x Reader

Words: 3.3K

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Prologue- Chapter 1

Author`s Note: I wanna thank everyone who left beautiful comments on this story despite my lack of updates, I have read them all, they all made this new chapter possible. Despite my lack of consistensy I hope your comments and love can keep me writing. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Through the window you could see it was early morning, little sun rays illuminating the room. There, laying in the middle of the nest between Namjoon and Jin, you watched as Taehyung and Jungkook crawled to lay beside Jin, you on his other side. The two boys almost laid on top of each other to be able to cast a few glances at you. Taehyung laid down on his back as Jungkook laid on his stomach on top of him, despite their grunts as they adjusted neither seemed to bother about their position. 

“What brought you here so early?” Mumbled Jin, his eyes half closed as he held your hand under the covers.

“Jimin hyung” 

Jungkook`s answer made Namjoon shake his sleep off, moving his whole body so he could look at the two younger boys.

“We told you to come after lunch time”

Silence followed.

“We know, but Jimin was really excited and that got Hobi excited and then at that point Yoongi hyung didn't know how to say no and brought us here earlier, we`re sorry. We just wanted to see her as well.” Taehyung answered rapidly, trying to get the blame off them. It's not like they woke up earlier than everyone in their apartment and woke everyone up and told them to hurry up and go home already, it's not like that, and it's not like their Alpha and Head Omega need to know that.  

“It`s ok Tae, you`re here now.” Jin answered as he looked down back at you. “I guess they were all eager to meet you, sweetie.” You looked at him timidly, almost hiding completely in the covers. As you looked past Jin`s caring eyes, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung waving at you. You were nervous and a little bit scared, but they seemed pretty nice people and apparently the closest to your age, you could be friends.

“I`m y/n” You said shyly. That made them both smile widely, you were so cute.

“Nice to meet you y/n, do you wanna come downstairs with us? Yoongi is making breakfast I believe. Can we hyung? Can we go downstairs with her?” Taehyung asked, almost too excitedly. It's not like Jin couldn't see right through them and was still a little bit mad they brought the whole pack here earlier than agreed on, but neither could he deny them anything.

You looked up to Jin expectantly and he sighted.

“I wanted to be in my nest a little bit longer, you know? But ok, you can take her downstairs if she wants to” As both of the young wolves looked at you, you nodded instantly. Their energy and excitement even reaching you.

“Good, take her directly to the kitchen to Yoongi. I will be there in a minute”

As soon as those words were muttered, Jungkook and Taehyung jumped out of the nest, making Namjoon grunt at all the commotion that early in the morning. Jungkook was the one who timidly extended his arm towards you to lead you downstairs. “Lets go” He murmured with a little smile on his face. But before you could take his hand and be scampered down the stairs, Jin grabbed your shoulder, stopping you. 

“I will be down in a second if you need me, yeah? Just tell the guys and they will call me” He looked almost too worried for you only going downstairs, but in his brain it was justified. His pup was leaving his side, where he could not see them. He was the most glad for his sense of smell right now, sure he would be able to catch any difference in scent from you from kilometers away.

You nodded and got off the nest with Jungkook`s help. You could tell by their smell that Jungkook was an alpha, but Taehyung seemed to be an omega as well, this made you content, feeling surprisingly at ease in their presence.

You all got down the stairs with a happy step, Taehyung leading the march as Jungkook not once let go of your hand. As you three got down to the base of the stairs, you smelled two new scents. There seemed to be more people on the first floor than Yoongi and that made you nervous. Would they be as good as the packmates you already met? You didn't have enough time to keep on pondering as a gasp was heard and Taehyung stopped in his place. 

“She came down?” A little murmur was heard in front of Taehyun, him nodding his head rapidly. You could not see well beyond Taehyung`s back and you didn't even know if you wanted to see or be seen more than that. Your little feet taking you backwards, behind Jungkook's back, holding his hand even tighter. Despite all your attempts to go unnoticed, a face popped out besides Taehyung, his smile almost blinding you. “She's so cute, oh my god I can't believe it”

“You're scaring her Jiminie” Jungkook said, feeling you hide even more behind his back.

That seemed to pause everything, suddenly it was all silent. You popped your head to the right behind Jungkook to see if he was gone, but everything was way worse. Taehyung left both of you standing and went to sit down beside other two boys, now the new smell of a sad omega and anxious beta filled your nose. There was another omega? And the pack even had a beta apparently. You stared at these new people silently and they stared at you back, too scared to frighten you more. Jungkook realized no one wanted to make the first move so he took the matter into his own hands.

“y/n this are Jimin and Hobi hyung. Jimin is an omega like you and Hobi is the pack`s beta. You can say hi, they won't bite '' He giggled, looking at his packmates waiting for them to introduce themselves.

“Hi y/n its so nice to finally meet you” Said the Hobi guy with a heart shaped smile. Jimin seemed more nervous to interact with you, as if he was paralyzed with fear of doing something wrong. That appeared to change when Taehyung put his hand on his back in an assuring motion. Jimin stood up on uneasy legs and got closer to Jungkook and you, crouching down to your level.

“Hi pretty, we finally met. Namjoon was really excited for us to meet you.” You blushed at the soft mention of the pack alpha and his kind words. If he's their alpha, then they must be amazing people as well. You owe everything to him, so must as well trust him and his packmates.

“Namjoon told me a lot about you too” You said almost intelligibly hiding behind Jungkook`s legs, but that didn't seem to matter as they heard it either way, huge smiles in their faces and croons leaving their mouths. 

“Only good things I hope” Grinned Jimin. “Come, Yoongi has breakfast ready for everyone”

Jungkook grabbed your hand once again and following after his three packmates he led you towards the kitchen. They all looked pretty young to you, but Jungkook seems to be the youngest of them all. His cheeks still filled with that adolescent baby fat and round curious eyes seemingly wanting to observe every wonder this world has to offer. He didn't look to be much older than you, but probably seven or eight years older. Everyone else, except Jimin and Taehyung, must be in their twenties you suppose. Their stare stronger, their bodies taller and more defined, that of young-adult men. Jimin almost competes with Jungkook's cheeks, his look round and chubby, and despite his age they seem pretty normal for a pack omega, the same goes for Taehyung's pretty round face. 

You've got so many questions, but you're so afraid and shy to ask them. You make a mental list of all the questions you wanna ask. Who's the oldest? Is Jungkook really the youngest? How did they all meet? Do they come from a lab like me? Maybe they also don't have a family.

All your thoughts are cut short when you finally reach the kitchen, suddenly you're bombarded with the most amazing smells. Through the entryway, right behind you enters Jin and Namjoon right after him.

“Oh, you met our Jimin and Hoseokie, baby?” Jin asks you as he grabbed your other hand that's not holding Jungkook`s. You nodded, too shy to verbally answer as he led you to the same chair you used yesterday, right beside him. 

The whole pack sat down on the kitchen table, a long walnut wood rectangle filled to the brim with what looked like to be the best breakfast you ever had. Surrounding it, the kitchen itself and on its left side a top to bottom window overlooking the stream that bordered the property followed by the deep woods. The kitchen wasn't huge, but just the right size to be cozy and comfortable. And at this hour of the morning it was filled with the golden rays of the forenoon sun.

“What do you want to eat? Yoongi makes the best apple pie, but Namjoon would like to take all the credit tho, the apple tree was planted by him.” Taehyung laughed as a disheveled Yoongi poured him some tea.

“Hey, it's not my problem that my tree produces the best apples in the province.” Namjoon argues as he sips from his morning coffee, Hobi slicing him some bread and cutting some pastries for everyone. 

Jin never stopped looking at you awaiting your answer. “What do you want, sweetheart? I'm gonna cut you some cheesecake, I think you will like that, Yoongi likes to add a secret ingredient…chocolate” He whispers like it's the most magical thing, as expected, he made you laugh.

“Would you like…?” Jungkook started as his eyes roamed around the food and drinks overflowing table. “Would you like some…coffee?

“Jungkook!” Jin screeched. “She`s ten, we`re not giving her coffee”

Jungkook looked the other way, embarrassed. 

“It's ok, I made some hot chocolate, would you like some, honey?” Yoongi asked calmly, his eyes going back between Jin and you, asking permission from his head omega. When Jin nodded and you said a very small yes, Yoongi turned around immediately to look for your hot choco. Jin grabbed you a plate and cut some cheesecake for you, as well as three strawberries, mumbling something about having to balance the food with so much chocolate. Namjoon calmed him down, announcing that he will go hunting in a few days, they should all gather and enjoy a warm and fulfilling food together. 

As the cheesecake, strawberry and hot chocolate were within your reach, it took only one look to your alpha and a nod to start devouring all the food, and at the same time, all the love the pack was content to give in every love form possible.

After everyone had eaten and their tummies were full, Namjoon thought it was the right time to show you your room and all the things they had prepared for you. Guiding you to the second floor with Jin and Jungkook right on your heels, as the others stayed behind cleaning everything up, Namjoon stopped at the door right beside the room you slept the last two nights. The house wasn't that big, the first floor having a living room and a tiny kitchen and the second two rooms and a bathroom. What stands out the most in the house is the great amount of windows overlooking the woods, the sunlight a constant throughout the whole day.

Namjoon slowly opens the door and steps aside, allowing you three to enter. The color of the wall was creamy, filled with a few empty shelves for storage, and on the right corner was a wooden bed and a huge window right in front the door. The room looked unused and empty, with huge potential for decoration. Namjoon hoped you were the one who was gonna fill the room with your personality, paint the walls if you'd like, hang posters, fill the room with blankets and cushions, make a huge nest, throw your toys around. He wishes you can make the best of the space, your space.

Tho your first comment throws him off.

“What's this for?” You didn't want to sound as bratty as you did, but you truly meant the question.

Namjoon and Jungkook looked perplexedly at Jin, not knowing how to answer. Wasn't it clear? Jin cleared his throat and answered.

“It's your room, isn't it pretty? It's right beside ours so we can always be close in case anything happens.”

“But…I thought I was gonna sleep with you, I want to sleep with you.”

Your mind started racing. They were your pack, right? Packs sleep together and share every living space, that's what they told you at the lab at least. Did they not want to sleep with you? Were you doing something wrong? 

As if Jungkook could hear the wheels running in your head, he put his hand in your head to stop you from wandering farther ahead in your thoughts. Instinctevely Jin released some sweet pheromones out of thinking the pack`s pup was in distress.

“But…you`re going to sleep here with all your things and we`re going to sleep in the room right beside you, we won't be far. We can even sleep with our doors wide open so we can hear each other!” Jungkook tried to reason with you, but it was in vain. You didn't know how to say verbally that you were not ok with this, but Jin found it funny how it was obvious with your expressions, a deep frown obscuring your tiny face and a little pout on your lips. 

“I thought packs slept together. I don't want to sleep alone anymore, I have you now” You said under your breath, as if you didn't want to be heard.

It broke Namjoon's heart a tiny bit. He knew, from the moment he rescued you, that raising you was not going to be easy. He knew your mind was full of trauma and unhappy memories, a heart too tiny to be dense with so much sorrow. He knew that, he prepared for that, he tried to anticipate it all, read about it all, all ways Namjoon knows how to love, or in this case, his way of learning how to properly love you. Yet he didn't know how to answer, his mind rushing too fast, too many comforting words piling up on his tongue, he couldn't answer.

Jin`s train of thought did not differ much from Namjoons, but what Namjoon lacks in Jin makes up for, like it always has been. Namjoon didn't take this parental role by himself, he has six amazing other partners to help him. Jin knows you will have to learn pack customs, and even how to relate with others, how different relationships work. He will have to show you what love is, how it feels to be holded softly, he will teach you how to love, so one day, maybe, you can love others with the same intensity as you have been loved. So he answers gently, taking the first step in the right direction.

“They do, but when pack's pups grow older they tend to want their own space, so this is why we give you this room, this is yours, you can do anything you want in here. But if you need to sleep with us you can, if you want to sleep here you can, and if some nights you`re too scared or restless, our room is always open for you.”

You seem to ponder his answer for a few seconds, your eyes scanning the room. 

“If I want to sleep with you I can?” You ask again, maybe this time they will say yes and stop drifting away from the answer you want. Jungkook puffs, his eyes looking down at you, his reaction denoting the age gap between him and his older mates.

“Yes, but It would be best if you sleep here”

“Why!?” You jump in your defense.

Jungkook does not want to tell the small pup that he wants to be able to be with his door closed and alone at night with his partners. That he would prefer to not be heard as he knots the omegas and gets manhandled by the alpha. 

Namjoon intervenes.

“Ok, maybe we can slowly transition you from sleeping with us to later on sleeping alone. How does that sound?”

“Yes!”

Your answer was instant, and Jungkook prayed to the gods that your transition would be as quick as your answer.

As the day went on the pack had already eaten lunch and now Taehyung and Jimin were inviting you to play outside. You were cuddling on the couch with Jin, who was very keen on not letting you out of his sight when Taehyung appeared right in front of you both with a timid Jimin on his side.

“y/n do you wanna come and play outside with Jimin and me? It's really pretty at this hour of the afternoon. It's not that hot” He said the last part staring directly at Jin, as if wanting to convince him and not you.

Taehyung looked so excited and Jimin was grinning so much that it had you begging Jin to let you outside. Jin whined, his hold tightening. Jimin made a few promises of keeping you safe and on the house perimeters as Taehyung nodded rapidly.

“You better be gentle, you better be or I wont be with you” Jin threatened. 

Giggling, Jimin grabbed your hand and guided you outside, Taehyung right behind you. After going down the porch, you were outside for the first time after being rescued by Namjoon. The garden leading to the woods was beautiful, it was set up in detail. There were some colorful flowers right beside the kitchen and living room windows, Namjoons famous apple tree was right beside the car parking spot accompanied by what seemed to be a lemon tree. The grass was cut short, the space clean, differentiating it from the wood`s long grass and undergrowth.

Suddenly, tearing your attention away from the scenery,  you could hear the sound of cracking bones, startling you, and as you turned around, Taehyung had turned into a beautiful brown wolf. Your eyes were wide open, your first thought was to run face first into Jimin`s embrace. Your eyes tight shut, arms holding Jimin as if your life depended on it.

“What's wrong y/n? It's just Taehyung, do you want to turn with him? It's your turn”

Your lack of answer seemed to worry Jimin.

“y/n? Hey baby, look at me.” He grabbed your chin and held your head up, your teary eyes looking up at him.

“Have you never seen someone turn into a wolf?”

“We can turn into wolves?”

Your answer made Jimin freeze. You have never seen anyone turning into a wolf? One of the first things that mothers do after the birth is turn into a wolf and cuddle the cub who also shifts to their wolf form as a response to their mother. It's how mothers teach their babies how to shift. It begins as an instinct response of the pup, shifting instinctively at the same time their mother does, until they can internalize it and manage it on their own.

Your response makes Jimin wonder and tense up. Your mother was never able to shift with you and bond, cuddle and play with you in your wolf form as a cub, so you never learned how to, you didn't even know it was possible. Jimin`s mind drifts to unhappy places, were you taken from your mother too soon? Have you ever met your mother? And one thing that also worried him the most, you never had contact with your most spiritual form, your wolf.

Jimin answered before his tongue got tied.

“Yes, we can and so can you”

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[gamerwoo]

my friend is a tattoo artist and i had an appt last night and neither of us had any ideas for what to do and he went “what about a wolf?” as if this man somehow knew my stupid obsession w werewolves so long story short i have a wolf tattoo now and his name is christopher (bc i also love skz lmfao)

#it’s a trad tattoo so he lookin scawwy #but i love him he’s a good puppy 😌 #i messaged sadie and i was like wow double meaning lmao #me w werewolf aus but also me ulting bangchan hehe

[chrizztopher97]

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Note from Author Chrizztopher97.

Hi everyone. I just restarted writing once again but now for the first time in English, previously I've always written in my first language. After dropping the first release I came to the conclusion that after completing one piece, I'll wait a day to proofread everything so that my dyslexia doesn't do tricks on me.

As you can see, I've corrected the first piece "Campus Couple" and also added the titles on the same image.

I remember Tumblr having more than two different fonts and just a couple of colors but I might be wrong haha.

Anyways, hope you'll like whatever I post and just wanna clarify that I won't be posting every day.

I can definitely write something based on your suggestions but just remember that I am an adult who works and besides Tumblr, I hide myself in other stuff as well.

Lots of love, Chrizztopher97.

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[papercutsmp3]

alina that was just the truth... i call them the boker family 😍👩‍💻

I CAN'T BREATHE but i know this bc we're roommates. i just accidentally told the truth my bad ...

#bangchan is a werewolf and joke (short for the joker) is just a normal guy #ask #elina

[here4theheartbreak]

Leader of the Pack Ch.6 (Getting to Know the Wolf)

Relationships: Bangchan x Changbin   (SKZ) Genre: smut | angst w/ a happy ending | werewolf au   Rating: Explicit     Chapter Word Count: ~6.3k   Tags (not all tags apply to all chapters; these are full fic tags): DD:DNE, Smut,  Friends to Lovers, Werewolf AU, Angst w/ a happy ending, Fluff, Werewolf Bang Chan, Idolverse, Minor Violence, Side Pairing Felix/Minho, Bickering, Rough, Dirty Talk, Bottom Changbin, Top Chan, Werewolf Smut, Knots

Summary: Secrets are hard to keep from those we love. This was a fact that Chan  knew all too well. He loved his members and he shared every piece of  himself with them - except the biggest, and most vital. Chan was cursed.   ​   A/N: Fic will be updated Mondays as schedule allows (sorry it was late this week!); Please note that fic will include smut while member is in wolf form; he is still sentient and able to communicate, which is the reason for the dead dove tag; please do not proceed if not comfortable with this.     Read on AO3! | Read on Asian Fanfics

He should have gotten up, run off the energy built up from a month in human skin, chased rabbits and squirrels. But Chan couldn’t even bring himself to roll over onto his side. He was worried about Changbin, but was scared to go check on him. Surely he’d be smart enough to use his phone to get back to the parking lot.

Chan closed his eyes again, hoping to sleep, anything to make the night pass faster.

He heard the crack of a stick nearby. His ears perked but he remained still, too depressed to see what animal had caused it.

Sharp panting filled his ears next, decidedly human. Chan looked up then, spotting the bushes moving a moment before Changbin emerged from them, looking around.

Chan sniffed the air. Changbin wasn’t being chased, and he couldn’t smell blood or an injury. So why was he back? Chan remained still, keeping his head down as he watched Changbin. The fear scent was still there, albeit much more muted now, fading away.

“There you are,” Changbin muttered, spotting Chan. He sighed heavily and dropped into a sitting position on the ground in the center of the clearing. “I fucked up.” He said bluntly.

Chan perked his ears, hoping to show he was listening. Changbin rubbed his neck before puffing air into his cheeks, pushing it out from pursed lips. “I promised you I’d be okay and we’d learn to work with this… And the first thing I did was run away and make you cry.”

Chan whined softly, feeling guilty. He lifted his head slowly and shifted so Changbin could see his paws. He crossed his legs in an X once more and looked at it before looking at Changbin.

“What?”

Chan whined and nosed where his paws connected. He laid them side by side and crossed them again.

“X?”

Chan sneezed in agreement.

“Does that mean no?”

He sneezed again, a surge of excitement pulsing through him when Changbin got it. His tail wagged gently, brushing the leaves around them.

Changbin nodded. “I understand. But it’s not no. I did. I’m a coward.”

Chan whined, crossing his paws again.

“I am!” Changbin argued, the noise sharp to Chan’s sensitive ears. He tucked them back, whining softly.

Changbin sighed then, swiping a hand over his face. “It looked scary. I lost my cool. I should’ve taken you seriously,” he explained. “But I also shouldn’t have run away. I don’t know much about wolves or dogs… But I know that you were hurt. You are hurt, by what I did.”

Chan remained still, but lowered his head onto his paws. Changbin nodded.

“I’m sorry. I knew I’d be scared, I should’ve just manned up and dealt with it. I want to now. I’m here, Chan. Please don’t be upset with me.”

Chan crossed his paws again, hoping Changbin would understand. He wasn’t upset with him – he was hurt, that was true, but he didn’t blame Changbin at all.

“Can you come forward?” Changbin asked. Fear spiked the air again as he spoke, and Chan shied away, crossing his paws.

“No, I won’t run,” Changbin argued. “I won’t hurt you.”

Chan whined softly. He crept forward a few inches, pausing when Changbin tensed.

“No, it’s okay,” Changbin said. He shifted to a firmer sitting position, lifting one knee and resting his arm on it. “I won’t run. It’s the only way I’m gonna stop being scared.”

Chan hesitated, watching Changbin closely. He crept forward slowly, not raising his belly from the ground more than a few inches, until he was close enough for Changbin to reach out and touch. He laid flat again, making himself to as still as he could.

Changbin nodded. “Thank you.” He moved, reaching one hand out. Chan could see it was shaking. He closed his eyes, wagging his tail once gently in hopes it would make him seem less scary.

Changbin’s hand was gentle on the top of his head. He stroked the fur there for a second before touching Chan’s ears, running his thumb along the edge of them. Chan’s ear twitched, ticklish. Changbin jerked his hand away, freezing. When Chan remained still, he returned it, moving forward to touch Chan’s cheek and muzzle. Over to his neck, Changbin buried his fingers in the fluffy winter fur along his scruff. Chan wagged his tail once more, tiny spikes of pleasure relaxing him as he was petted – albeit cautiously.

“Can you sit up?” Changbin asked. His voice was steadier, Chan realized, and though the fear scent still hung in the air, it was steady, not growing or spiking like it was before. Chan slowly lifted himself up, keeping his head bowed and ears down.

Changbin shifted a little closer, reaching both hands out to touch his broad sides and chest. He ran his fingers down Chan’s foreleg then up, sinking them into his chest. He touched Chan’s muzzle then, and used his thumb to lift up his lip, revealing his large canines. Chan pulled his snout gently from Changbin’s grip and looked at him. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue roll out, and remained still, allowing Changbin to examine his teeth. When Changbin went up on his knees, Chan closed his mouth, tilting his head.

“Can you stand?”

Chan sighed heavily, wishing desperately that he could roll his eyes. It was a relief the members didn’t know he was a wolf, now that he thought about it, because if they ever found out he stood and let Changbin grope him for twenty minutes, he’d never live it down. He stood up as asked, though, blinking boredly at the human.

Changbin didn’t pay his face any attention. He crawled forward on his knees until he was placed halfway down Chan’s body. He gently stroked along Chan’s back, earning an involuntary wag at the delightful tingles it sent through his body. He ran his fingers through his tail fur and over his large thighs, feeling the muscles under the fur. Then his chest, the smooth fur there and his belly, almost totally barren of any fur.

Chan yelped in surprise and jumped back when Changbin slid his hand over the sheath covering his cock, sitting down quickly a few feet away. He sneezed hard, desperately wishing Changbin could hear the way he was chewing him out.

Changbin raised his hands in surrender, his eyes wide. “Whoa, sorry!” He cried. “Did I hurt you?”

Chan grumbled and huffed, crossing his paws. Changbin relaxed then, lowering his hands. He paused. “Oh, just… Sensitive?”

Chan sneezed, hoping the glare he was giving conveyed the sheer number of curses he was hurling at Changbin in his head. Changbin chuckled, looking more relaxed than he had since they entered the woods.

“Sorry, I suppose that would be kind of rude… Just walking up and grabbing your dick. I was just exploring.”

Chan sneezed again, yawning as he grumbled. Changbin laughed again. He wiggled his nose and turned, sneezing into his sleeve. Chan’s ears perked up. He trotted over to the bag and dragged it over, shoving it toward Changbin.

“Thank you.” He dug inside, withdrawing a nasal spray and using it before rising and tucking it away. He pulled the bag back over his body. “I think I’m okay. You’re not so scary when I look close.”

Chan huffed at that, his wolf’s pride stinging. He growled and barked sharply, making Changbin step back. In an effort not to entirely terrify him, he lowered his front paws, wagging his tail once.

“That’s playing, right?” Changbin asked, pointing to the pose. Chan sneezed in confirmation, relieved that they seemed to be able to manage communication now to some degree.

Changbin looked around. “What do you normally do? Like this? Just… Run around?”

Chan felt his heart soar into his throat. The fear stench had faded, replaced with the comforting warmth of Changbin’s normal scent. He took off, running three laps around the perimeter of the clearing. The wind tickled his ears and made his eyes water, but the joy he felt overpowered it all. He skidded to a stop in front of Changbin, taking a misstep and landing on his side.

Changbin grinned brightly at that, laughing. “Clumsy.” He scolded. “I can’t run as fast as you though, so you’ll have to move at a decent jog. And make sure we don’t go over anything that will make me twist my ankle; the members will kill us both if I come home injured.”

Chan barked. He moved forward and grabbed Changbin’s wrist in his mouth, tugging gently. Changbin yelled in surprise, and Chan let go, lowering his head in apology.

He looked at his wrist, rubbing it gently. “What was that?” He scolded.

Chan whined softly and trotted toward the trees, looking back at Changbin.

“Follow you?”

Chan wagged his tail. Changbin was getting a handle on this nonverbal communication thing splendidly. He bounced back toward him, barking again softly.

“Okay, just… tug my clothes next time. That mouth of yours could tear off my arm.”

Chan grinned as best he could, letting his mouth fall open. He turned and headed into the trees, moving slowly enough that Changbin could follow after him.

He lowered his nose to the ground, finding a scent to follow. Changbin laughed behind him. “Where are we going?” He asked, catching up to Chan and setting a hand on his shoulder.

Chan paused, nose twitching. He looked up at Changbin, trying to determine the easiest way to explain what they were chasing. He poked his nose against Changbin’s thigh and then hopped forward, sneezing.

Changbin stared blankly at him, blinking slowly. Chan sighed. He looked around. Finding nothing, he grabbed Changbin’s hoodie in his teeth and tugged, woofing gently as he did. Easier to show him. He took off at a steady pace, trying to keep himself visible in the trees for his two-legged partner. Changbin followed as quick as he could, breaking into a run when Chan sped up.

 Chan skidded to a stop, flattening himself down low to the ground to watch the rabbit a few yards in front of them. Changbin lowered himself down as well, trying to see what Chan saw. He gasped when he seemed to spot it.

“Bunny,” he whispered. The rabbit’s ears twitched in Changbin’s direction but it didn’t move, the wind drifting in the wrong direction for it to pick up on Chan’s scent. Chan pawed Changbin’s hand in an effort to keep him silent. He looked pointedly at him; a look that would have made any other wolf back away and let the leader of the pack work. Changbin, however, only grinned foolishly.

“You gonna chase it?” He whispered.

Chan rolled his eyes, sighing softly. He slunk forward again, tail barely moving as he focused on the rabbit. A little surge of pride went through him, his wolf wanting desperately to show off to his potential mate. A few more inches, and then another few…

The rabbit barely had a second to move before Chan pounced, pinning it firmly with his paws and body. It kicked against his chest, claws barely scraping his skin through his thick fur. Changbin burst from the brush suddenly.

“Don’t you dare!” He scolded, his voice sharp enough to startle both Chan and his wolf. He looked back, growling.

“No!” Changbin said again, shaking a finger at Chan. “You’d better let that rabbit go right now!”

Chan growled again, but Changbin showed no signs of backing down. He swatted Chan firmly on the thigh.

“I said now. Get off it, Chan.”

Chan huffed and reluctantly stood up. He watched the rabbit kick itself onto its feet and race off, disappearing into the brush, before turning and facing Changbin with a scowl. He woofed softly, doing his best to glare. Changbin backed up, his aggression wavering just a bit with fear. He crossed his arms over his chest. “You just ate a full meal.”

Chan barked sharply and turned away from him, sitting down heavily and staring at the direction the rabbit went in. Changbin wasn’t wrong; he wasn’t actually all that hungry, but the urge to provide for his potential mate, show his prowess as a hunter, was strong. He whined softly, pouting.

Changbin sighed heavily. He sat down next to Chan. “Don’t be mad,” he said, his voice a little softer. “I don’t like seeing any animals hurt. Especially sweet little bunnies and other innocent animals.”

Chan rolled his eyes over to look at him, sighing again. It would be so much easier if he could just explain what he wanted to do, instead of hoping Changbin put it together through context. Context which – based on his very clear lack of knowledge about wolves – was missing in giant chunks.

“Look, if you’re really hungry you can go chase it down again. But I don’t wanna see it, so I’ll just wait here, okay?”

‘That defeats the whole purpose,’ Chan thought annoyedly, screaming across the telepathic connection that he so desperately wished he shared with Changbin. He lowered himself to the ground and dropped his head in Changbin’s lap instead, sighing.

Changbin scratched between his ears, relaxing a little when it became clear he wasn’t going to go murder Bugs Bunny. “We’ll make sure you have a good meal when I come out here with you, okay?” Changbin said. “So we don’t have to do that. But you’re welcome to chase them all you want, that part is cute.”

Chan grumbled through a yawn, making sure to show off every one of his teeth to Changbin as he did. He rose and mouthed his hoodie, giving a tug hard enough to pull Changbin toward him before releasing him and trotting off in between the brush again.

Changbin seemed to be able to follow more easily this time around, Chan was pleased to notice, hearing less stumbling and swearing from his human partner as they wove through the woods.

“That nose of yours know where we’re going?” Changbin asked. He paused and sneezed into his elbow, groaning. Chan stopped and turned, sneezing himself both in sympathy for Changbin and in confirmation. Changbin leaned against a nearby tree, digging around in his bag.

“I’ll ask the doctor for something a little stronger for next month,” he said as he found a tissue, blowing his nose. Chan whined, lowering his chest to the ground in apology.

Changbin pushed off the tree and rubbed Chan between the ears. “It’s okay. I expected this. I’ve never stayed very long around dogs, so I figured my allergies would kick up. I know for next time.”

Chan frowned, making a mental note to remind Changbin he wasn’t a dog. He grumbled and headed off again.

 The two walked a short while before reaching the spot Chan was guiding them to. It was a small divot in the woods, forming an alcove like shoreline next to the river. Chan had never smelled a human here in all his years, which made it the perfect spot to relax during these nights. The river sound was delightful, relaxing and peaceful, and it was just far enough from the bustle of the city that it muffled most of the noise. He trotted excitedly around Changbin, unable to stop his tail from wagging as he waited for him to say something.

Changbin looked around, nodding. “This is pretty,” he said casually.

Chan’s tail drooped a bit. He stopped in front of Changbin, tilting his head gently. ‘That’s it? Pretty?’ He sighed heavily.

Changbin cocked a brow. “What?”

Chan sighed again and went nearer to the river, sitting so he was facing it. He closed his eyes, letting the sounds and smells of the woods surround him. Maybe it was a wolf thing; finding this sort of place perfect.

He heard Changbin settle next to him. His hand landed lightly on Chan’s back between his shoulder blades and began to scratch and pet lightly. He could feel Changbin relaxing as they sat.

“It is really nice,” Changbin said. “Peaceful.”

Chan leaned into him, nosing gently against his cheek. Changbin groaned, wiping the spot. “Your nose is icy.”

Chan snuffled against his neck and Changbin laughed brightly, pushing his head away. Chan huffed. He pushed against him with a little more force, jarring him from his seated position. He rose up and bounced on his front paws, woofing softly before lowering his chest.

Changbin pulled his bag off and pushed it aside before rising up on his knees. He tilted his own head, smiling softly. “What?” He asked.

Chan barked again. He lunged forward, bracing his front paws on Changbin’s shoulders as he threw his weight onto him. Changbin yelped, falling back in surprise. He grabbed handfuls of Chan’s fur in a weak attempt to push him back.

Chan leaned forward, letting his mouth hang open. Changbin’s eyes widened, fear streaking through him and souring the air a moment. Chan huffed, determined to show Changbin he didn’t need to worry. He lowered his muzzle, letting his teeth brush over Changbin’s cheek before licking him.

“Gross!” Changbin yelled, yanking his head away.

Chan whuffed and laid his weight more fully on Changbin, pinning him. He licked him again, pulling back and letting his tongue hang out in as close to a grin as he could get. Changbin wiped his slobber wet face, nose curled up in disgust. “Your breath stinks.”

Chan huffed, rolling his eyes. “Look who’s talking.” He thought. He nuzzled Changbin again and huffed against his neck before licking him again.

Changbin groaned but laughed this time. He wrapped his hand lightly around Chan’s muzzle. “Lick me again and I’m gonna lick you back.”

Chan huffed. He pulled his muzzle free and licked Changbin again. He laid still, cocking his head afterward.

Changbin glared at him. “You’re asking for it.” He complained.

Chan sneezed, earning another indignant cry. Changbin shoved upward, using his core strength to sit himself upward. Chan fell off him and scrambled to his feet, barking sharply. He danced around Changbin then, lunging at him to throw him off balance. Changbin laughed helplessly when he landed on his ass for a fourth time after trying to rise. He changed tactics then, lunging at Chan when he went closer. Surprising him, Changbin got the upper hand for a moment, pinning Chan to the ground. He grabbed his muzzle and licked a stripe up it, grimacing and spitting afterward.

“Fur,” he grumbled, moving off Chan to dig in the bag. He pulled out a bottle of water while Chan rose to his feet and sat once more.

Changbin glared at him over the bottle. Yet as he capped it and put it away, the frown had shifted into a smile. He pulled out the blanket Chan had told him to bring and laid it out a safe distance from the water. He pulled Chan’s shoes from the bag, and his water, and bunched the bag with the clothing up to make a pillow as he laid out on it. Chan went to him, flopping down next to him.

“Thanks for sharing this with me,” Changbin said after a moment. Chan pressed his back tighter against him, grumbling in contentment.

Changbin rolled onto his side, wrapping one arm over Chan’s ribs. “You’re so warm. Too bad this doesn’t stick around when you’re human; I’d never need a blanket again,” he mumbled. He sniffled, moving back to use a tissue before spooning against Chan’s back again. “So you’re you still, inside there.”

Chan perked his ears, waiting for elaboration.

“Like… You know exactly what I’m saying, and you’re hearing it as Chan – the human Chan I know.”

Chan sneezed in confirmation.

“So you’ll remember all this tomorrow too then?”

Chan grumbled and sneezed in agreement.

Changbin slid his hand slowly along Chan’s ribcage and belly, ruffling the fur before smoothing it back out. “Is this weird? Me petting you like this?”

Chan grumbled, pressing hard against Changbin. He desperately wanted to beg him not to stop, that it felt heavenly, but hoped this would suffice.

Changbin chuckled. “I guess that’s a no. I can’t kiss you like this though, that would be weird.”

Chan turned his head as far as he could, letting his tongue loll to the side as he opened his mouth. Changbin snorted. “Yeah, no, I’m not French kissing a wolf.”

Chan huffed and closed his mouth, settling his head back onto the blanket.

“I wonder what your wolf thinks of me after tonight. I know what you think of me, and I know you’ve tried to explain it but… It’s so weird to try to comprehend. Like, you’re you, but you’re not… And you have just the one brain and feeling, but… There’s more. I guess this is a conversation for tomorrow, when you can speak though, huh?”

Chan grumbled in agreement. He wished he could answer Changbin’s question, but it would be far too complex to try and work out with their limited signals. He pressed tighter against Changbin and flipped his tail over his legs, grumbling contentedly. This would have to do, he figured. How much did he want to share with Changbin anyways, about what his wolf thought of him? The intensity of the emotions… The last thing he wanted to do was scare him off.

“Do wolves have boyfriends?” Changbin continued, laughing at his own question. “I suppose not. Animals are different.”

Chan shifted onto his belly and moved forward, pawing at the dirt in front of the blanket. Changbin sat up. He pushed the blanket down a bit, giving Chan more room, understanding. Chan moved his paw carefully, trying to draw the symbols as delicately as he could. As he did, Changbin leaned forward, focusing fully on the word he was spelling.

“Mate?” Changbin confirmed when Chan had finished. He sneezed, his tail wagging fast. “Mate?” Changbin clarified again. “I’m your mate?”

Chan confirmed and then looked at him, their eyes locking. Mate felt so different than boyfriend, or even lover. Mate felt… Intense. But not wrong. Changbin wanted to know how his wolf felt – this was it. They hadn’t even gotten to the love admitting stage yet, and here he was letting himself confess that his wolf thought of Changbin not as a friend or boyfriend, but as a mate. Chan lowered his gaze, whining softly when Changbin remained silent.

Changbin reached up, scratching his cheek gently. He leaned forward then, pressing a kiss between Chan’s eyes. He kissed his muzzle above his nose as well, and pressed their foreheads together.

“That means a lot to a wolf, I’m guessing?” He mumbled.

Chan whined again, not wanting to move to nod.

“I must be pretty special then, hm? You’ve never had a mate before, I’m guessing. Since you haven’t dated…”

Chan remained quiet, closing his eyes. Changbin’s hands were warm on his cheeks, breath tickling the short fur of his snout.

“Thanks for telling me,” Changbin finally said. He lifted his head and kissed Chan’s snout again, moving back in time to sneeze into his elbow. He swore softly and grabbed a tissue from his jeans, blowing his nose loudly enough to make Chan flatten his ears. “Ruined that moment, hm?” Changbin joked.

Chan woofed softly and walked to him, rubbing his side against Changbin’s chest as he stepped over his lap. He backed away again, though not as far, and sat down.

Changbin cocked his knee, resting his elbow on it. His eyes roamed Chan’s body, lips pursed in concentration.

Chan whined, tilting his head to the side in a silent question.

“Just thinking. I’ll ask when you can answer me properly.”

Chan whined, wishing he could make his face into a pout. He pawed Changbin’s leg.

“No, I’d rather ask when you don’t have a mouth full of sharp teeth.”

Chan pawed him again, his curiosity intensifying. When Changbin shook his head, Chan barked sharply, pawing him hard. Changbin shouted, laughing as he rubbed the spot.

“Fine. But you don’t get to be annoyed.” He shook his finger in Chan’s face.

Chan cocked his head.

“You’re a wolf, right? So… You move like one, you can do everything one can do. Does that mean you can give yourself a blowjob?”

Chan remained still for a moment, both sides of his brain trying to process the question. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Changbin asked – not really. It was a reasonable question, and one he’d sought to answer himself when he was in the midst of puberty. He sighed heavily, tilting his head at Changbin.

“Hey, you wanted me to ask. You can, can’t you?”

Chan sighed again and sneezed in agreement.

“Have you ever?” Changbin asked, leaning forward a little. Chan’s heart picked up a little. If he could have blushed, he knew he’d have been red from ears to tail. He lowered his gaze.

Changbin gasped. He moved closer. “You have, haven’t you?” He asked, pushing Chan’s shoulder gently.

Chan looked back up, a little surprised to see the grin on Changbin’s face. He didn’t seem disgusted or weirded out by it, at least. Chan relaxed a little. Changbin glanced down toward Chan’s crotch then back up at his face, his smile wavering a little. Chan shifted, lowering himself to the ground. He kept his eyes on Changbin for a moment, wondering just how far this game was going to go. Changbin didn’t move, watching intently as Chan moved his muzzle toward his sheath. He closed his eyes, embarrassment bubbling back up full force as he lapped at the furry sheath, his cock reacting naturally and sliding out just a bit. He licked again and sat back up, looking pointedly at Changbin.

Changbin was still staring, his lips parted. “Wow…” He whispered. He grinned, but it wavered a moment before sticking on his face, and looked back up at Chan’s face. “That’s a talent I bet a lot of guys would kill for.”

Chan whuffed and snorted in agreement. He sniffed then, realizing another scent had entered their space. He breathed in deeply, his wolf’s instincts immediately honing in on it. His body reacted as soon as he processed it – arousal. And it wasn’t his arousal either… No, this was distinctly human, and uniquely Changbin.

Chan moved forward without thinking, sniffing around Changbin. He struggled to reign in his wolf, fearing the worst, but Changbin remained still, watching Chan.

“Do I stink?” He asked, laughing softly.

The scent was fogging Chan’s brain, his body reacting to Changbin’s arousal in a way he’d never experienced before. He lowered his head toward his lap, bumping his crotch with his nose.

Changbin startled, moving back. “Hey, what—”

Chan sat down, allowing Changbin to see that his cock had slipped more fully from its sheath. He looked pointedly at Changbin’s crotch, where he’d been able to feel – and smell – the beginnings of his own erection.

Changbin shifted, putting his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. His cheeks brightened with blood and he looked away, shame a bitter scent that soured the beautiful aroma of his arousal.

Chan whined. He moved closer and lowered his head, nudging Changbin’s hands with his muzzle.

“I didn’t think I’d react like that,” Changbin muttered. “It was supposed to be funny, I didn’t think… I’m not – I promise, I’m not weird,” he stumbled over his words. “I’m not into animals or anything, I mean. It’s just…”

Chan whined again, barking softly to try and silence Changbin. He shifted so his paws were on Changbin’s thighs, their noses nearly touching. Chan blinked slowly, trying desperately to get his point across. It’s okay! I’m not mad! I’m happy about this! He licked Changbin’s cheek and nuzzled his neck.

Changbin relaxed a little, lifting his arms and wrapping them around Chan in a hug. Chan whuffed softly, letting his paws slide forward so they were on the ground on either side of Changbin’s hips. He tucked his head down against his chest and inhaled once again, that delightful arousal scent filling his nostrils. His hips twitched forward against Changbin’s leg, the gentle tickle of his jeans against Chan’s sensitive shaft delightfully stimulating.

Changbin swallowed hard. “You don’t think I’m a freak?” He mumbled against Chan’s fur.

Chan grumbled, pawing his hip lightly. He pulled out of the hug and stood, backing up a few inches. Their gazes met once more and Chan lowered his chest. He nosed Changbin’s crotch again before looking back up at him.

“You…” Changbin touched the button of his jeans.

Chan yipped, bouncing excitedly.

Changbin laughed softly. “This is so weird,” he mumbled. He shifted over and laid back on the blanket. He undid his jeans and pushed them down around his thighs. “What if someone comes by?”

Chan crossed his forelegs in an X again, looking around and sniffing the air.

“Right, you’d smell them.”

Chan went forward, bumping Changbin’s half hard cock through his underwear. He looked at him again, then down at his crotch.

“These too?” Changbin pushed his underwear down without waiting for an answer, immediately covering his cock with his hands.

Chan whined and nudged them out of the way before padding closer. He straddled Changbin’s legs before lowering himself down, grumbling contently at the pressure on his own cock when it nestled against Changbin’s calf. He leaned forward, inhaling the rich, musky scent of Changbin’s arousal. His tongue lolled out, a grin spreading on his face. He moved slowly, not wanting to startle Changbin with his teeth so close to delicate skin. Chan met his gaze along the length of his body, pleased to see curiosity and arousal there, rather than trepidation or fear.

He moved closer and gently nosed Changbin’s inner thigh with his nose, licking gently.

Changbin laughed. “Cold nose,” he grumbled. Chan moved his head over and ran his tongue up the length of Changbin’s cock.

Changbin gasped, his hips jerking. “Jesus—” He hissed.

Chan paused, closing his mouth and waiting.

Changbin shook his head. “It startled me. It’s warm… I’m okay,” he assured him. Chan huffed softly. He leaned forward again and began to lick up the length of Changbin’s cock. He couldn’t get enough. Though he’d never given oral as a human, he knew it wouldn’t come anywhere close to this. The scents blended with the unique taste of Changbin’s skin, the overwhelming saltiness near his tip where precome had already begun to leak, his sweat and natural pheromones – Chan was more aroused than he’d ever been in his life. He placed his paws gently on either side of Changbin’s cock, forcing it more upright so he could lap over all of it. As his tongue curled around the shaft, Changbin moaned brokenly, setting his hand on Chan’s head. He gently petted him between his ears, his grip remaining firm. “Oh God,” he whispered, “lick my cock, Channie— Oh, that tongue,” he groaned, arching a little. Chan lapped around his tip, catching his precome as it dribbled out. His own hips were moving of their own volition, humping his stiff cock against Changbin’s leg.

He looked up at Changbin, his heart skipping a beat even in this form when their gazes met, Changbin’s pupils dilated with arousal in the moonlight.

He wet his lips, mouth curling into a smile. “You gonna be mad if I call you a good boy right now?” He panted.

Arousal knotted Chan’s stomach so tightly he worried he’d come. His cock dribbled more precome and he huffed, trying to lick faster.

Changbin groaned, twisting his hips up. “Guess you don’t mind it.” He gasped and sighed, shivering. “You’re gonna make me come,” he panted. He whined softly. “Keep going, up near the head.”

Chan obeyed, focusing his attention on the tip, the skin silky soft under his tongue. He lifted his head a little, curious if he could manage what he wanted to do. He stopped his licking and opened his jaws a safe width.

Slowly he sank down on Changbin’s cock, using his tongue to pad the shaft from his bottom teeth, while the angle of his movement protected it from his top.

Changbin swore, his cock throbbing and rewarding Chan with another dollop of his preferred salty treat. The tip bumped the back of his tongue, not quite long enough to gag him with the length of his muzzle. He pressed his tongue against it and began to swallow and lick, adding pressure gently with his jaw to stimulate everything.

Changbin grabbed the blanket on either side of his hips. “Fuck, please keep going,” he pleaded. “Oh good boy—“ he gasped, he placed his hand on the back of Chan’s head, burying his fingers in the fur. “I’m gonna come, Christ, that’s a good boy, Chan, yes— Oh God!”

His cock jerked hard, the first spurt of come surprising Chan. He moved his head back and began to lick rapidly, catching the thick ropes as they shot from his tip. Changbin was groaning and gasping, his entire body shuddering.

Chan could feel his own body quivering, his arousal from the situation and in response to Changbin’s at a peak. He pulled his head off Changbin when he was sure he’d kicked him clean. He shifted and began to rut against Changbin’s leg, his mouth pulled back in desperation.

“Stop,” Changbin panted, trying to free his leg.

Chan growled in warning, immediately feeling badly, but Changbin laughed. “No, I wanna help you come. I can suck you, or give you something more comfortable to hump,” he offered, his voice raspy from breathlessness.

Reluctantly, Chan forced himself to stop, backing slowly off Changbin. There was a long, wet steak on his jeans, clear evidence of Chan’s arousal. Changbin smirked at it. He gently pulled his underwear and jeans back up and sat up.

“Come here. I don’t know how to do this, so I’m trusting you to let me know what feels good.”

Chan stepped up to him. He was panting hard, his cock aching as it stood exposed to the cool night air.

Changbin reached for it gently, running his fingers over it. “Should I stroke it?” He grasped it gently and gave a few strokes. Chan whined, his hips thrusting forward quickly.

“Ah— More. I guess I’ve never seen an animal fuck slow, huh?” He chuckled a little.

“Just… Remember I’m only human,” he warned. He sank down onto his elbow, lowering himself under Chan’s body. He grasped his cock firmly and began to stroke it fast and hard, using the slick precome to ease the grip. At the same time, he wrapped his lips around the first two inches, flicking his tongue quickly over the little hole already leaking.

Chan groaned, his tongue hanging out as his hips twitched forward. There weren’t words for what was feeling, the delightful pressure building in his balls, the ache in his belly clenching tighter and tighter.

This was Changbin. His Changbin, mouth on his cock, stroking him even as his knot was beginning to swell. His mind wandered, picturing himself pinning Changbin down, pulling off those awful jeans and driving his cock where it belonged, mating him once and for all, marking him inside as his own.

Chan howled as his knot popped, his balls throbbing as the coil in his belly snapped. He began to squirt into Changbin’s mouth, the come thicker and saltier, full of his seed. He howled happily when Changbin gripped behind his knot, adding just the right amount of pressure. He thrusted as much as he could, unable to stop himself. His cock slipped in and out of Changbin’s warm mouth about three inches each time, dragging his orgasm out.

When the knot finally began to shrink, his come shifting back to the watery, clear fluid that signified his end, Changbin pulled back, gasping for breath.

Chan twisted around, licking his cock and Changbin’s mouth at the same time. He could taste his seed on him, and a surge of pride shot through him. It wasn’t where it belonged, exactly - but it was a start. He carefully stepped to the side, forcing Changbin to release his grip on his cock and let it slip back slowly into his sheath. He leaned down, licking Changbin’s cheeks and mouth both to clean him, and to praise him.

Changbin laughed, spluttering and shoving Chan’s head away.

“I will suck you off, but I draw the line at French kissing a wolf,” he said, wiping his face.

Chan barked and rolled onto his back, wagging his tail.

Changbin rubbed his stomach slowly, taking a moment to catch his breath. “We’ll discuss this when you can speak again,” he said. Chan sneezed in agreement and flipped onto his side, sighing heavily. He yawned, rubbing his snout with his paw.

“Tired?” Changbin asked. “I’m exhausted.” He rose slowly and fixed the blanket before sitting. He sniffled and groaned, rubbing his sinuses. “You know, I’m betting having your dick in my mouth isn’t gonna be great for these allergies.”

Chan sneezed, rolling his eyes. Dramatic as ever, apparently. Changbin swallowed a mouthful of water and settled into a lying position. Chan trotted over to the stream to drink, albeit reluctantly. He didn’t want to remove the taste of Changbin from his mouth yet.

With a sigh, he quenched his thirst and padded back to Changbin, flopping down next to him. Changbin rolled over, spooning Chan’s back once more. Chan felt sleep dragging him under, despite wanting to stay in the moment for so much longer. Changbin’s breathing evened out, his arm heavy on Chan’s ribs, comforting and safe. Though Chan hadn’t predicted this outcome to the night, he couldn’t have been happier. They’d have plenty to discuss in the morning, he knew, but for the moment, everything felt right.

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More Than Just Friends — b.chris

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➮ werewolf!Chris × f!Reader wc: 7.4k summary: Chris is a werewolf. His best friend is well aware of this. But what she doesn’t know is that during his heat, he often pictures pinning her down and breeding her. When she comes back home the day before his cycle is due to start, Chris finds it hard to not give into his urges when he smells she’s ovulating. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural and lycanthropic themes, f2l (gasp and they were roommates); non idol au, werewolf au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, Chris struggles with his horny thoughts and controlling his urges but can you blame the poor guy? Being in heat probably sucks when you aren’t getting laid 💀, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 Join the taglist! »» Closes tomorrow (30th) at 23:00 CST Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this was written partially for myself but also for my bestie, Sky. So you're welcome, bestie ily. We're nearing the end of this series so I'll take this time to announce that once I wrap up with Kinktober, the Tales from Camp Holiday Special will start back up with Jun and Vernon's part. If you’d like to sign up for the taglist, you can do so here. If you haven't read the first two installments, you can find those here. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about and read for SVT, you can read the OG Tales from Camp here! Thank you so much for reading and if you liked it, please consider supporting me on kofi (link on my pinned post) and reblogging or commenting! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a werewolf and he’s been dreaming about breeding his best friend. You don’t do that tho. You use protection), oral (both receiving), brat taming (f receiving), breeding, heat cycles, daddy kink, dom!Chris, sub!Reader, use of pet names (baby, babygirl, princess, etc), Chris is a very whipped man and loves Y/N very much. If I've missed anything, please let me know!

dialogue prompt: ❛ We’re not just friends and you fucking know it ❜

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Chris is normally a very patient man. He never rushes things, always preferring to take his time in everything he does. He’s always been able to keep his cool, even when things get… a little hairy. As a werewolf, he’s gotten pretty good at controlling his urges as well.

Chris can recall the exact moment everything changed. He can trace his werewolf lineage back to the Joseon period. He is descended from werewolves. There was no camping trip or fateful night where he was stalked and bitten or mauled by some wolf-man beast. 

He was born with his condition, the bloodline being passed down from father to son. The women in the family carried the gene but it was only dominant in males. Only males experienced the Change. Chris was around 11 or 12 when it first happened. He was sitting with some friends, playing video games in the basement when it happened.

He remembered the fever, the sweating, his vision blurring, and then everything went black. When he came to, it was the next morning and he was lying in bed, a cool towel on his forehead and the sun creeping into the room via his window. His mother, who had come to check on him and found him awake, called his father in and the both of them sat down and explained to Chris what was going on.

He was a werewolf. Of course, Chris didn’t understand but as the days turned into weeks, he started to notice the Change even more. His first full moon was approaching and he needed to prepare himself. He started to crave raw meat which his mother was able to provide in the form of rare steak. Chris had never eaten his steaks rare before that point.

Most of the changes were subtle and manageable. The big one was unavoidable. Chris’ first transformation was excruciating but he somehow managed to make it through to the morning and his father told him he had a month to recuperate before it happened again. Chris had hoped that was the end of the surprises but as he got closer to his second full moon, the heat started.

His father had mentioned it but the effects still caught him off guard. He was still only in the beginning stages of puberty so Chris still had a lot to learn about his own anatomy as well as his wolf side. His father assured him everything he was feeling was normal. Every male in the family had gone through this at some point in their lives.

As Chris got older, he was able to manage the changes but the one he still couldn’t seem to overcome other than his transformations was the heat. The intense arousal that seemed to take over all other senses. From sunup to sundown the entire week before his transformations. The urge to fuck anything with a pulse that smelled even remotely attractive.

It was agonizing.

It was worse when he started dating. Once a month, he had to close himself off from his girlfriend for a week. Most of his relationships ended because his partner couldn’t understand and how was he supposed to explain it? How could he explain that he was a werewolf? They’d laugh at him and call him crazy. No one other than his family would understand.

Or so he thought.

Chris was in college when he met you his sophomore year in his economics class. You’d come to class only a moment before the bell rang and despite plenty of seats to choose from, you picked the one next to him. Chris had tried to focus on the lecture but your perfume was enticing. He was close to his heat that day and having such a warm body that smelled as alluring as you did was a horrible combination for him.

He had missed a week of classes after that, emailing his professor who was all too aware of Chris’ nature and understood. Chris’ heat was more intense than any he’d experienced before and he couldn’t keep images of you, the sweet girl who sat next to him once, out of his mind. He hated himself for fantasizing about you, when he didn’t even know your name.

When he returned to class, you were there, in the same spot you’d been before. Chris took his seat in a different spot in an effort to avoid having to look at you for the week’s worth of shame he felt. After the lecture, Chris had hurried out of class to make way to the fitness center for his break between classes until he felt a gentle hand on his arm.

Turning around, he was met with the sight of your smiling face and enchanting scent. ‘Fuck.’

You explained how you noticed he was gone and took notes for him just in case he was sick and then proceeded to hand over a folder full of detailed notes from lectures for the entire week he missed. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Here was a girl who didn’t know his name and she managed to take not only her own notes and complete her own assignments but she took time out of each day to copy her own notes to give to him.

Who did that? Chris was a flabbergasted mess, blushing profusely as he tried to decline your more than generous offer but you didn’t take no for an answer. It was the start of something Chris would come to cherish more than anything else. An unlikely friendship.

Sophomore year at university ended and summer break came. Chris went home to visit his family but kept in touch with you. He wasn’t sure if things would remain the same come junior year but he was pleasantly surprised to walk into his first class of the semester to find you already seated towards the back and pulling out your laptop.

That year was full of study dates at the student cafe, attending football games and cheering for the other team since your university’s team sucked. The holidays brought with it snow and Chris decided to invite you to spend Christmas with his family after he learned yours was going overseas until after the New Year. The drive to Chris’ family home proved difficult as it was only a few days before his heat.

That was the year the truth came out. Chris finally told you everything. He was ashamed but you surprised him even more by accepting him and reminding him that there are some things he can’t control. Chris knew right then that you were going to be a constant in his life. He leaned more on you after that, feeling grateful for the little things you did for him.

Your bond and friendship was made stronger for it.

After graduating, Chris landed a job in the city and was excited when you said you’d be joining him. You both went apartment hunting, agreeing that sharing an apartment was more cost effective than getting two separate places. You both found the perfect one close to both your jobs and quickly settled into a routine. The real challenge came when Chris’ first heat rolled around.

He had a much harder time controlling his urges when you were constantly around and so for the first year, you would spend a week in a hotel but soon that proved to be more than your budget would allow. You were lucky to meet someone at work, a female coworker who understood more than anyone else since her own brother was also a werewolf and she had the room to let you stay for a week.

This had been your routine for the last three years.

“You got everything?” Chris called as you carried your bags out of your room and into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, playing a racing game, his headset resting around his neck. “Yeah,” you replied breathlessly. Chris paused the game and tilted his head back to look at you standing behind him. “You sure?” he asked.

It wasn’t unlike you to forget things and Chris knew this. There were more than a handful of times you’d left for work only to return a few minutes later because you forgot something. It was an endearing trait you had and Chris liked to tease you about it.

“Yes, dad,” you jokingly said, tousling his dark curls. The nickname was meant to be mocking and joking but it always made something stir in his stomach when you said it. Chris would never admit it, even if you were his best friend, but the thought of you calling him daddy lingered in his mind, even long after his heat had passed.

Likewise, you’d never admit it to him but you often thought about adding the extra syllable to the name, if only to see his reaction. Chris wasn’t aware of it but you knew all about his… inclination towards the title. He’d let it slip one night while you were drinking at home, celebrating a promotion with a couple bottles of wine.

[flashback]

“It’s not that bad!” you said in protest as Chris laughed harder, cheeks red from both the action and from the alcohol. “Honestly?” he asked, his laughter subsiding for only a moment. You nodded, your own cheeks warm. “Then it’s not really a degradation kink, is it?” Chris asked.

“It is! But it also feeds into my praise kink,” you said, your filter long gone as you raised your half empty bottle of wine to your lips. It was your second one and both you and Chris had agreed to forego the glasses, opting to drink straight from the bottles.

Chris’ laughter started up again. “Praise kink? Like ‘ oh wow, good job sucking dick?’” he asked through laughs. You narrowed your eyes. “No,” you retorted. “It’s more like ‘you’re doing so well,’ or ‘you take me so well,’” you explained. Chris cocked his head. “So if I were to call you a ‘good little slut’ that would do it for you?”

His question was meant to be curious but you couldn’t control the way your walls clenched around nothing. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself as you felt your core heat up, knowing it wasn’t entirely the alcohol’s fault.

There was no denying that your best friend was hot. He’d been hitting the gym since before you met and had probably one of the best bodies you’d ever seen. He was insanely attractive with his strong biceps, muscular thighs and well formed ass. The term cake didn’t even begin to cover it with Chris.

Not to mention those dark curls and dimples that had you weak the moment you met him all those years ago in college. You’d been smitten with him long before even learning his name. And as time went on, you just fell deeper and deeper in love with your best friend.

You couldn’t help it. He was everything you wanted in a man. He ticked every box on your list. He was attractive, funny, smart, kind, and he made you feel safe and secure. He gave the best hugs and he was the clingiest person you’d ever met but you wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Not even the werewolf side of him and the heat that kicked you out once a week.

“Yeah,” you said finally, grabbing the bottle of wine from him and taking a swig. Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, it’s not that bad,” he replied. “I like being called daddy so, who’s the real weirdo here?”

You froze mid sip, swallowing the wine thickly before your eyes settled on Chris who glanced back at you. “Daddy? Really?” you asked softly. He nodded as he reached for the bottle which you handed to him without a second thought. “Yeah. Weird, right?” he asked before taking a sip.

You leaned in, one hand resting on the back of the couch as you looked up into his face.

“Oh not at all,” you started as he brought the bottle down, resting it on his thigh. “Daddy.”

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, darkening slightly when he noticed the smirk on your face. The two of you stared at one another before he shook his head. “Don’t play with me,” he said, his voice thick. 

“You’re playing with fire.”

[present day]

The topic changed quickly after that and the next morning you woke with a headache and the knowledge that your best friend had a daddy kink. He of course didn’t remember a thing. Not the sultry stare off or how you almost made the mistake of kissing him that night.

“When are you leaving?” Chris asked, pulling you from your thoughts of the past. He’d taken your hand from his hair and was inspecting your palm, gently running the tips of his fingers over your skin. Something that normally calmed you down but with the memory fresh in your mind, it was having another effect on you entirely.

“Kara should be here soon,” you replied, gently pulling your hand from his grip and picking up your bags to move them towards the door. Chris said nothing, instead looking at the tv. 

He’d never admit it but he had half a mind to ask you not to go. To instead ask you to stay but he knew if you stayed, he’d be unable to control his urges. 

For the last year, he’d been having very intense fantasies about pinning you against the nearest surface and fucking you. Even worse, he had vivid fantasies of breeding you. About fucking you raw, knotting your warm cunt, and filling it with his hot cum.

The thought of his cock buried deep inside your walls as he emptied his balls and then his cock swelling so none of it could escape occupied his mind most of the time when his heat approached. The wolf in him wanted nothing more than to breed you, turn you into his little cum dumpster and pump you full of his cum, hoping it would take and get you pregnant.

Chris knew it was his animalistic instincts, wanting to mate and continue the bloodline. He’d been able to control these urges for the most part. He still masturbated to the thought of breeding you, hiding his shame for a few days. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about you like that but he also knew he couldn’t control what the wolf thought but he could control what he did physically.

“Now you’re sure you have everything?” he asked. You nodded, looking down at your bags. “I’m sure,” you replied. A buzzing interrupted you and you gave your roommate a sheepish smile, moving to answer the intercom. “Come on up,” you said, pressing the button when Kara identified herself.

Chris got up and walked over to the door. It only took a couple minutes for Kara to reach the door, knocking when she did. You opened it and smiled at her, having just finished putting your shoes on. “Hey,” you greeted your coworker who smiled back.

“All ready?” Kara asked. Chris watched as you nodded and started to lift your bags. Kara taking a couple of them. “I’ll see you in about a week,” you said, turning to Chris who stepped down into the entry, hands in his pockets. 

“There’s leftovers in the fridge, just reheat them. Do not cook,” you instructed and Chris rolled his eyes. “You act like I can’t cook,” he mused and you raised your brows. “Have you eaten anything you’ve ever made?” you asked, jokingly. Chris nudged you playfully.

“Make sure to drink water and please do not destroy anything,” you said, holding your hands together in a silent prayer. Chris rolled his eyes, pulling his hands from his pockets and pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” he muttered.

Chris inhaled slowly. He loved the scent of your perfume. It was a scent he’d grown very fond of. His arms tightened around you. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay but you both knew if you did, he might not be able to control himself.

“See you in a week,” you said softly, giving him a small squeeze. Chris reluctantly let go of you, forcing a smile when you pulled back to look at him. “Take care of her,” he said to Kara who sent him a sympathetic smile. “Of course,” she answered. “You take care of yourself too,” she added.

You grabbed the last bag, slinging it over your shoulder and looked back at Chris one last time, giving him an apologetic smile. He waved as you crossed the threshold into the hall and just like that you were gone for a week.

Another week of an empty apartment. Another week of hell without you.

Chris returned to his game, his heart not really in it as he half-assed his way through the campaign before logging off and shutting the tv down. He went to his room to try and get some work done but found that he couldn’t focus.

He was getting restless and he knew one of two things that could help.

He changed into some of his workout gear, grabbing his headphones, phone, and water bottle, and exited the apartment to head to the building’s gym. He usually could push through an hour workout and it usually managed to take the edge off.

He followed his usual routine, stretching, some light cardio followed by weights and then a walk to cool down. As he was on his walk, the door to the gym opened and another tenant came in. Chris had seen her before. She lived on the fourteenth floor. She had recently changed her hair from blonde to a medium brown with highlights. She had her hair pulled up into a ponytail and was dressed in a black sports bra and black leggings.

She looked up to where Chris was, smiling shyly at him as she made her way over to one of the bicycle machines. Chris returned the smile and looked down at the machine controls. He had about ten minutes left on his walk and then he could hit the showers and head back to his apartment and it would be dinner time.

He tried not to notice the scent of the other tenant’s perfume or the way he could smell  sweat starting to permeate the air. He closed his eyes, keeping his hands on the rails as he walked, willing time to move faster. ‘Eight minutes,’ he told himself, peeking at the timer.

He looked up and made eye contact with the woman who had gotten off the bicycle to fill her bottle. She was looking directly at him and Chris couldn’t control the way his body reacted. Heat radiated throughout his body, settling in the pit of his stomach, his dick twitching in his pants.

‘Come on,’ he scolded himself. ‘She’s looking at you. It’s not like she’s flirting. Calm the fuck down.’

Chris looked back up, finding she was still staring at him. ‘Shit.’ He glanced at the timer and saw he had five minutes left. ‘Fuck this. I’m done anyway,’ he told himself as he pushed the stop button. He couldn’t risk popping a boner in the gym simply because a woman looked at him.

He’d shower back at the apartment.

He sprayed a paper towel and quickly wiped down the machine before grabbing his things and heading for the door. He pushed open the door and exited quickly, heading to the elevator and pressing the call button. He waited, shifting from one foot to the other.

He could hear footsteps, and silently prayed for the elevator to arrive sooner. He let out a breath he forgot he was holding as the doors dinged and opened. He stepped into the small room, waving his card over the reader and pressing the button for his floor.

As the doors started to close, a hand shot out to stop them and Chris internally cursed as the woman stepped onto the elevator. He forced a smile, moving into the corner as she waved her card, pressing the button for the fourteenth floor.

The door slowly slid shut, closing them both in and Chris stared at the counter above the doors, ignoring the woman completely. Her floor would come before his. He just had to be patient.

“Hey,” a soft voice said and Chris knew she was speaking to him. He turned his head to find her looking at him. “Hi,” he replied. “I’ve seen you around a few times,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. Chris nodded. “I’ve lived here for a few years,” he admitted.

‘Come on, come on,’ he thought impatiently as the counter continued to rise. “I’m new to the area,” she said suddenly. “Are you from around here?” she asked. Chris nodded wordlessly, keeping his gaze on the numbers over the elevator doors.

“Maybe you could show me around some time,” she offered, moving closer. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed mentally. She was close enough that he could smell the arousal wafting off her. ‘No, no, no,’ he told himself. The moment her hand touched his arm, Chris jumped just as the doors opened on the thirteenth floor.

‘Fuck this’ he thought and pushed past as someone else stepped onto the elevator and he walked down the hall, heading for the stairwell. He’d rather walk than be trapped in a steel box with a horny woman this close to his heat.

Once he finally reached his floor, he made sure the floor was deserted as he headed for the door, letting himself in. He could breathe easily as he kicked his shoes off and headed past the kitchen, dropping his  water bottle on the counter as he headed for his room.

He stripped and got into the shower, turning the water on, letting the stream heat up and wash his body. Once he was done showering, he got out, dressed and sat down at his computer, putting his headset on and turning on some music and getting a headstart on some work.

When his stomach growled, he cursed, pulling his headphones off and got up, exiting his room and making his way into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the glass containers from the fridge and pulled it out to inspect it. ‘Lasagna,’ he noted with a smile as he took the lid off and scooped the contents out onto a plate to heat it up.

Once the food was hot, he carefully pulled the plate out and took a seat at the kitchen counter, grabbing a fork as he did and started to eat. He was eternally grateful for you, making food for him when you left for a week. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook, he could. He just preferred it when you did.

As he chewed, he wondered what you were up to with Kara. Were you eating dinner as well?

“I can’t believe he still thinks you’re a lesbian,” Kara said, giggling as you took a sip of your wine. “I’ve told him numerous times I’m not,” you replied. “I don’t understand why he still thinks that.”

Kara shook her head. “Who knows,” she replied, glancing down at her empty glass. “Oh, time for a refill!”

She got up, waiting for you to down the rest of your wine and took your empty glass to the kitchen to refill them both. The two of you had ordered pizza, neither one of you wanted to cook, especially after you had cooked an entire week's worth of meals for Chris.

“What do you think Chris is up to?” Kara asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Oh, he’s probably playing video games,” you replied as Kara poured your favorite wine into your glass and placed the bottle back in the fridge. She walked back over with both glasses, handing yours over as she took a seat.

“So,” she started, taking a sip of her wine. “Let me see this presentation,” she added and you set your glass down, rushing over to your laptop bag and pulling it out, moving back to sit on the couch, setting your laptop on the coffee table.

Kara continued sipping on her wine as you opened your laptop and logged on. You signed into and pulled up the presentation powerpoint you’d been working on all week for Monday’s meeting. It wasn’t anything fancy but you were pretty proud of it.

Kara looked over it, complimenting your skills and work, making small comments on certain parts. “I really like this,” she said, pointing at one of the slides. “You really made a good point here.” You felt pride swell in your chest until your laptop dinged, a small notification indicating your battery was low.

“I swear, the battery on this thing dies so fast,” you groaned as you got up and headed over to your bag to grab the charger. You unzipped the pocket only to find your charger wasn’t there. “What the…” you trailed off, starting to check all the pockets of your laptop bag but no charger in sight.

“What’s wrong?” Kara asked. “I can’t find my charger,” you replied. “Did you bring it?” Kara asked, getting up from her seat and walking over. “I thought I did,” you replied, feeling annoyed and angry with yourself for forgetting when Chris had asked you multiple times if you had everything.

“You can use mine,” Kara said but you shook your head. “You have a Macbook,” you reminded her. “This is an HP.” Kara swore under her breath. “I gotta go back home,” you said softly. Kara looked up at you. “Are you sure?” she asked. You nodded.

“I need that charger,” you answered. “Especially if I’m gonna be here for a week.” Kara nodded and got up. “I’ll drive you,” she said and you shook your head. “You’ve had like a whole bottle,” you reminded her. “I’ve only had a glass. I’ll drive. You stay here. I’m just gonna run back and get it and then I’ll be back.” Kara nodded as she grabbed her keys and handed them to you.

“Be careful,” she said as you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone. You headed to the door, slipping your shoes and coat on. “I’ll be back in a bit,” you called and exited her apartment, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button.

You fished your phone out of your purse, opened Chris’ message thread and sent him a text.

You: i did what i said i wouldn’t. I forgot my laptop charger 💀

You: i’m on my way back to get it.

You: i’ll be quick. Just in and out

Placing your phone back in your purse, you stepped onto the elevator, pushing the button for the garage and waited as the doors shut and the lift descended, heading for the basement. You found Kara’s car, unlocking it and getting in.

The drive to your apartment didn’t take long and you pulled into the designated parking space in your garage, parking and shutting off the engine. You got out, leaving your purse in the car and locking it. ‘In and out, Y/N,’ you reminded yourself as you headed for the elevator.

The ride up to your floor was quiet, the sun had set and most people were already out enjoying the Friday nightlife. The elevator dinged, doors opening as it arrived on your floor and you stepped off the lift, heading for your apartment door.

You unlocked it, letting yourself in. You expected to see Chris but didn’t see him perched on the couch playing games. ‘Maybe he’s in his room,’ you told yourself as you walked through the apartment and to your room.

Turning on the light, you saw the culprit lying innocently on your desk and you glared at it, walking over to grab it and headed towards the door. As you exited your room, you heard Chris call out.

You turned the knob and looked into his room. “I thought I heard you, he said with a chuckle. “I sent you a text,” you answered, peering into his room. He was sitting at his computer, headphones hanging around his neck as he finished whatever he was working on.

“Forget something?” he asked, sounding amused at your forgetfulness. You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied. “I forgot my laptop charger,” you answered. Chris turned to look at you. “It’s always something,” he joked and you smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” you said, chuckling. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.” Chris smiled as he removed his headphones from around his neck, looking over at you. “It’s fine,” he said softly, moving to get up. You pushed the door open further as he approached you. “Do you need anything before I leave?” you asked.

Chris opened his mouth to respond but a sudden strong smell hit him. It was like someone had opened a bottle of vanilla extract and placed it under his nose. He knew that smell all too well. It made every nerve in his body burn. It made his pupils enlarge, his throat burn, and an intense heat form in the pit of his stomach. Lust and desire burned, the line blurring into the primal need to mate.

You hadn’t been careful enough. Neither of you had but then again this had never happened before. How didn't this come up? How hadn’t this happened before? Three years living together and this had never, ever happened? Either you were very lucky or you were always away when it happened.

Chris’ fingers curled into his palm, knuckles turning white as his nails dug into his skin in an attempt to ground himself but what normally worked had never been tested in this situation before.

Chris was about to start his heat and you… you were ovulating.

You watched as your best friend froze. “Chris?” you asked softly. You were surprised when he looked at you, his eyes darkening. “You need to leave,” he said, his voice low and dangerously so. “Chris? What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a step forward.

“Don’t!” your best friend growled. You froze, eyes widening. He’d never spoken to you like that before. “Chris you’re starting to worry me, what’s wr—” before you could finish your question, your best friend had closed the distance and grabbed you, pinning you against the wall next to the door.

“Chris!” you gasped, hands moving to his shoulders, gripping his shirt. “What’s gotten into you?”

His heat was close but it wasn’t supposed to start yet. He’d always been good about controlling his urges so what was different this time?

“I’m sorry,” Chris said softly, his head drooping as he struggled against his own urges. “This has never happened before.” You tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you were. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve always had a hold of yourself,” you continued. “You’re ovulating,” Chris interrupted. Your eyes widened.

“H-how did you know?”

Chris chuckled dryly. “I can smell it,” he answered. One of his hands moved up to your cheek as he raised his head. “I can smell it and it’s driving me crazy,” he continued. You felt one of his knees wedge between your thighs, pressing against your core. “It’s making me want to do things to you.”

You felt a shiver run up your spine. ‘Do things? What kind of things?’

“L-like what?” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

Chris leaned in, nuzzling against your cheek as his lips ghosted over your skin, stopping near your ear. “Would you be mad if I said exactly what I wanted to do to you?” he asked softly. You shook your head. Though you wouldn’t say it, you welcomed it, wondering just what was going on in his head.

“Tell me,” you replied.

You felt Chris nuzzle into your neck, sniffing eagerly. “I want to rip those cute lace panties of yours and stuff that sweet little pussy with my cock.” As if punctuating his words, Chris leaned in, pressing his thigh more firmly against your core.

You let out an involuntary whimper, causing him to groan in your ear. “I want to…” he trailed off. “No, I need to pin you down on the bed,” he said, making you gasp as he pressed his thigh even harder against you. 

“Pin you down and fuck you until I fill you with so much cum. I need to breed you.,” he continued, lips ghosting over your skin. “Breed you like you’re the one in heat.” You let out another gasp, feeling one of his hands move to grab your ass, sneaking under your skirt.

“And of course you had to wear a skirt, didn’t you?” he growled. “I bet you knew it would drive me crazy. That I’d be able to smell everything.” You moaned into his ear as his hand continued to knead your ass, nails digging into your flesh 

“I’ll bet you planned this, didn’t you? I bet your laptop charger isn’t even here,” he scoffed as if it wasn’t lying on the floor in the hallway where you’d dropped it. “Chris,” you whined, moaning as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. “Oh shit,” he groaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he dared you. “Say that again, baby. Moan my name and I’ll take you right now.”

A thick silence fell over the two of you as Chris pulled back, eyes searching your face, neither one speaking nor making a move until you finally cleared your throat and spoke. “Chris, we can’t,” you started, looking between his eyes. “W-we’re friends,” you added, letting out a yelp as Chris quickly backed up to create enough space to turn you around to face the wall before pinning you against it, pressing his erection into your back.

“You feel that?” he asked, grinding against you. “You feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me since that first day in economics?” he asked. “I’ve wanted you ever since you sat next to me. Wanted to fuck you raw and pump you full.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,” he growled in your ear. Moaning, you pushed back against him, earning another deep growl.

“Don’t play with me,” he snapped. “I’m not playing…” you trailed off. “Daddy.” The name caused a chain reaction. Chris wrapped an arm around your waist from behind, lifting you easily and carrying you over to his bed where he deposited you face down.

You tried to turn over but he was quick to stop you, pushing your skirt up to expose your lace covered core. He quickly grabbed the material and tugged, ripping it easily. “Chris!” you gasped but the next second you were crying out as he landed a slap to your ass.

“Don’t speak until I tell you to,” he growled. You felt his fingers glide up and down your slit, gathering your arousal before pushing into your cunt. You let out a groan as he started to slowly pump his fingers before removing them. “Chest to the bed,” Chris instructed. “But keep your ass up.”

You did as he said, lowering your shoulders until your chest rested against the mattress. In that time, Chris removed his hat, tossing it aside as he knelt on the mattress behind you, hands grabbing your hips. He leaned closer, taking a deep inhale. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pussy,” he growled. His tongue ran along your slit, from your clit up and back down, toying with the bundle of nerves, his nose bumping against your entrance.

Your fingers dug into the sheets as you moaned, pushing back against his face. Chris pulled back delivering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Hold still,” he barked. “Do that again and I’ll fuck your hole and not let you cum.”

You whined, wiggling your hips in a silent plea for more. Chris pushed you onto your side before flipping you onto your back, grabbing your hips and pulling your core to his face, burying it in your pussy, tongue ravishing your clit. Your thighs tried closing but Chris wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them open as he licked at and sucked on your clit, drawing you closer to your climax.

“Shit, Chris!” you gasped, your hand moving to comb through his curls.

“M’gonna cum.”

Chris didn’t relent, flicking his tongue against your clit until you came undone under him, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to shy away from his mouth but he held you still, never stopping as he drew you to another orgasm.

As you came down from the second, he finally let go of your thighs, pulling back to wipe his chin and taking ahold of the collar of his shirt and yanking it off over his head, tossing it aside. “I want you to ride my tongue but it’ll have to wait,” he said in a husky voice as his hands moved to undo his jeans, unbuckling but not removing his belt before unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of his pants.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand and pulling you up when you took it. “Open your mouth,” he added as he pushed his jeans down around his thighs. You did as he asked, keeping your gaze on his face as he pulled his erection free from the confines of his underwear.

“Keep your mouth open for me,” he added, taking his cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes before guiding the tip past your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue. His free hand moved to your hair, taking a fistful and guiding your head. “Get to work, baby girl,” he murmured.

“Show daddy how you use your mouth.”

Your scalp stung, eyes watered and your throat hurt by the time Chris finally pulled your mouth off him. He’d forced his cock down your throat more than once and even fucked your throat a few times, making you gag. What little makeup you had on was ruined, tear stained cheeks and swollen lips but to Chris you were stunning.

“Lay back for me,” he ordered, discarding his pants and underwear, watching as you pulled your top off and threw it aside, scooting into the middle of his bed. Chris crawled over you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as his hands pushed your knees apart to accommodate him.

Your hands moved to his hair as he guided the head of his cock to your dripping entrance, pulling back just enough to make eye contact. “I want to watch your face as I enter you,” he growled. “Watch your eyes roll back into your head as I fill you with my cock.”

You moaned loudly as he pushed into you, stretching your cunt with his girth, inch by inch until he was buried inside your walls, groaning about the warmth and how tight you felt. It was taking all his strength to not start slamming into you immediately.

“I’m gonna give you a few minutes to adjust and then I’m gonna hold you down against this mattress and fuck you until you cum,” he gave you a shallow thrust, enjoying the gasp that escaped you. “And then I’m going to flip you over, ass up and fuck you until I cum and fill this pussy. You understand me?”

You nodded silently but that wasn’t good enough for him. Chris grabbed your face. “When I ask you a question, you answer me with your words. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “Yes, what?” he asked, tilting his head. “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. Chris let go and smirked down at you. “Good girl.”

No sooner than the words left his lips, his hands were on your hips, holding them in place as he started to pull out and snap his hips against yours, driving his cock into your cunt repeatedly. Your thighs tightened around his waist, prompting him to growl and halt his movements.

You were about to ask what the problem was when he took your ankles and placed your legs over his shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel more, moaning louder when he pounded into you harder. “Oh holy shit,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars.

“Right there?” he asked, angling his hips and hitting the same spot, making you cry out.

He repeatedly hit the same spot over and over, moving his hand to rub circles against your clit with his thumb. “That’s it princess,” he huffed. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” You let out a mewl, walls fluttering as you came. One of your hands moved to grab Chris’ wrist, trying to ground yourself as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolled over you.

With each pass over your clit with his thumb, Chris watched your body seize up and chuckled before pulling his cock from your abused hole.

He quickly turned you over, pulling your hips up and taking himself in his hand, stroking a couple times before pushing back into you. This position allowed for all of his cock to fit inside you, making you moan into the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric.

Chris took your hips in his hands, pulling out and snapping forward, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust. He set a relentless and merciless pace, grunting with effort as he slammed into you. The sheets muffled your cries and screams of pleasure as he allowed his animalistic urges to take over.

‘Breed. Breed. Breed,’ the beast in his mind said. Chris let out a low groan, almost like a growl as he pounded into you. Leaning over your back, he slammed his hips into you, burying his cock deep inside your walls before he started to roll his hips, earning a deep moan from you.

“Once I’m done with you,” he panted. “You aren’t going anywhere. You’ll stay here and I’m going to fuck you raw every night. Pump you full of cum and breed you. Fill you with so much cum it’ll have to take. Fuck you until I get you pregnant and then you’ll be mine.”

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock. You felt his hand in your hair, fingers curling into a fist before he pulled back, lifting your face from the sheets and allowing your moans to fill the room. “You want that, baby? You want daddy to turn you into his little breeding bitch?”

“Oh fuck, daddy yes!” you whimpered. “Please fill me!” Chris growled, letting go of your hair and moving his hand to your shoulder, pinning your chest down. You turned your head to the side, each thrust drawing a whimper from you.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you baby girl, cum inside you until it spills out and then I’ll just push it all back in,” he grunted. “Don’t want to waste a single drop.” Your hand moved to grab the wrist of his hand that was pressed against the mattress near your head.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “You’re mine. All mine and no one else’s.” You lifted your head, managing to turn and make eye contact with him. “I’ve always been yours, daddy,” you breathed. Chris growled, pressing his chest against your back and sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock as he rammed into you over and over. He lifted his head, lips close to your ear. “Mine,” he growled. “Mine, mine, mine!”

You pushed back to meet his thrusts and screamed as he slammed into you one last time, groaning into your ear as he came, releasing thick strands of hot cum into your cunt. You moaned as more and more cum spilled into your pussy. You had never known a man to have that much cum but then again, Chris wasn’t an ordinary man.

At the same time he was emptying his load into you, his cock started to swell inside, lodging itself in your walls. “Chris,” you whimpered. “What’s—” You heard him shush you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “It’s normal. It’s my body’s way of ensuring it takes.”

“Ensuring what takes?”

Chris chuckled, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Ensuring my cum gets you pregnant,” he answered. You let out an uneasy chuckle. “And if it doesn’t take?” you replied. Chris hummed and pressed several more kisses against your shoulder before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep trying then.”

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[kaciidubs]

Hey hey I have a question and a link for you...

https://www.tumblr.com/werecreature-addicted/734165017988055040/ooooooh-i-saw-something-about-a-werewolf-leader

Who coded?

-🖤🐺

Link

Hi hi! I have an answer for your question dear 🖤🐺

It may sound predictable but it's so very much Chan coded and I'll say why; Chan feels the type to adhere to traditions, and this one he does with your upmost consent and knowledge of it.

Edit: I posted this too early, I'm gonna fight Tumblr mobile-

When he sees that you're more than willing to participate (not because of his consoling, but on your own free thought) then he plans the first night with the others!

Between the emotions of you partaking in a tradition of his kind, and the ever present gaze of his pack, he finds himself feeling prideful and falling in love with you more each moment.

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ 🖤🐺 nonie #bang chan hard thoughts #bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #werewolf! chan #shifter! chan #SKZ Shifter! AU

[sciintillla]

What about werewolf!bang chan being possessive ober his s/o or maybe yandere?...

yandere werewolf!chan wants to claim and mark you as soon as he sees you, so sweet and perfect for him. his senses are overwhelmed by your smell, your voice, your perfect body that looked like a piece of art painted specifically for him.

chan can hardly contain his most primitive instincts, feeling the fervent need to take you for himself and hide you from the rest of the world. you are too perfect, too precious, no one else deserves to witness the rare jewel that is your existence.

yandere werewolf!chan will abuse his power and authority as the leader of the pack to keep the others away from you. he thirsts for the attention you'll give him when you run into his arms, seeking comfort after being ignored by the others.

no rest can be achieved if you aren't there with him, so chan will stalk and observe you from afar. even if you're aware of his presence, he doesn't care. he craves the affirmation he's the only one for you.

yandere werewolf!chan needs your warmth and attention, or else he'll go insane.

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[sluttywoozi]

KINKTOBER 2023

Hello and welcome to my first Kinktober!!

one piece will be posted every day of october and i make no promises on how short (or long) each piece will be 💖

Join the taglist!

Breeding kink with SVT Joshua for 🧊

Dacryphilia with SVT Hoshi for 🐯

Choking with SVT Joshua for 🌊

Size kink with SKZ Changbin for 🍒

Praise kink with ATZ Seonghwa for 🌸

Dumbification with SVT Dino for 🦦

Exhibitionism with Sub!SKZ Felix for 💫 and 🐥

Voyeurism with SVT Jeonghan for 🫧

Cuckolding with SVT Seungkwan and SKZ Jeongin for ot7lonelylover

Bondage with SVT Jun for 🦕

Impact play with SVT Minghao for 🎃

Mirror sex with Sub!ATZ Hongjoong for bahng-chrizz

Dom/sub with sub!SKZ Han for 🐿️

Corruption kink with SKZ Seungmin for gimmeurtmi

Pregnancy Kink with SKZ BangChan for 🩷

Daddy kink with SVT Mingyu for 🤭

Spectrophilia (ghost kink) with SVT Woozi for moonwalker-witchgrrrl and Me 💖

Hand kink with SKZ Hyunjin for 🥨

Edging with sub!ATZ Yeosang for 🪷

Overstimulation with SVT S.Coups for gyuwoncheol and 🦁

Forced orgasm with ATZ San for Kaili 🪢

Somnophilia with sub!ATZ Wooyoung for 😎

Free use with sub!ATZ Jongho for 🥹

Spit kink with ATZ Mingi for 🧚

Double Penetration with SVT MinWon for 😸

Blood Play with SKZ Lee Know for RJ 🥟

Degradation kink with SVT Vernon for goblinvern

Werewolf sex/Knotting with SVT Seungkwan for 🐳

First time with ATZ Yunho for 😅

Mommy!Seonghwa for Me 💖

Alien kink with SVT Dokyeom for ⚔️

Total Word Count: 34,015

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[iridescentxstars]

Hi and welcome back! I'm so stoked that you're finally back! Not sure if I'm doing the drabble game right, but Chan if possible please. Werewolf!au, situation #10, dialogue #41. Thank you! ❤️

I'm so sorry for having made everyone wait for so long! I will work hard on these fics and have them posted soon hopefully!! Funny you should send this particular thing as... I am writing something like this

werewolf!bangchan x fem reader || 10. in denial + "I shouldn't be in love with you" || angst || wc: 450~

It's hard for him to stay away but it's also hard for him to be anywhere near you. Humans should stay with their own kind and it's too much for him to expect you to be able to handle his world when he knows that you can hardly manage your own.

The more Chan tries to deny what he feels, the more you push because you know he feels the same way that you do. You cannot understand why he won't accept it, accept you.

"Chan," you reach for his hand, a soft pout forming on your lips as he pulls his hand away, resting it on his lap while you look at him. "I don't understand what you're saying." He had told you that he needs time away from you, from this friendship, because he's going through something. Chan wouldn't tell you what it was and this had you feeling more upset and concerned for the man that you had come to love. "Talk to me, please. Whatever is going on, we can work on it together, like always."

"You can't help this," Chan sighs, shaking his head and refusing to look at you because he knows that if he does, everything will crumble the moment he sees the unshed tears of hurt in your eyes. "It's just..." He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, "I shouldn't- ah, fuck, I can't do this."

As Chan goes to stand up and leave, you reach for him, eyes pleading for him to help you understand. "You shouldn't what? Chan," You can see that the way you say his name has his back straightening. "Please."

"I shouldn't be in love with you."

The words are said in such a way that you are shocked, letting go of his hand and letting him move away so he can breathe.

"I love you. I love you so much that every part of me longs to be with you and I shouldn't be. As much as I wish I could be, I can't be with you." Chan says, sounding so defeated that it breaks your heart even more than before.

You need to ask, if he's going to pull away and not give you more than this, you need to ask why. "Why can't we be together?"

Shaking his head, Chan sighs because he can't tell you. He can't tell you like this because it's not fair to throw your world upside down when you have enough going on. "We are from different worlds. It just wouldn't work." And without a final glance, Chan walks away, leaving you sitting, watching him go.

Breaking both your heart and his as he does.

#iridescentxstars © #drabble ; bangchan #werewolf ; bangchan #g ; angst #au ; werewolf #group ; skz

[whimsicalwritingsandmore]

Want You Back | ateez x reader

Pairing: werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader

Genre: fluff mostly, romance, poly, a little angst?

Warnings for this chapter: none

Word Count: 1621 words

a/n: thank you, thank you, thank you so much for all the love and support thus far!! 🥺 seeing all my notifs blew my mind and I'm in absolute awe!! it has really given me the motivation and I can't wait to share the next chapters with you! as always, feedback is really appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this chapter! <3 :)

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Chapter 2

Life changed for you, in the best way possible. Your memory from that night was blurred and indistinct but with the help of new friends, you recovered soon after.

At first, when you awoke, you were in what could only be described as the most cosy and homely bed you had ever slept in. It felt like a soft, fluffy cloud and you hadn't had a goodnight's rest like that in a long time. You even remembered the dream you had - it was the first time you and the boys moved in together and spent a week and a half organizing and making it feel like home. However, as you came to, your moment of bliss was cut short when you peeled your eyes open and became aware of the throbbing sensation in your head. It felt like you had run straight into a wall by accident because you weren’t seeing where you were going, and your forehead experienced most of the impact. 

As you tried to zero-in on your surroundings, you suddenly felt a light touch to the top of your head, gently massaging it. In a moment like this, you would immediately jump into defence mode but in the matter of a second, your headache eased. You looked up to see who it was, ready to counterattack if necessary. However, you were met with a welcoming smile, bright as the sun from a blonde hair, dark brown eyes man. 

Chan or Bangchan as he introduced himself, approached you carefully. He didn’t want to alarm you, only deciding to touch your head to ease the pain he knew you were feeling. He moved to sit on the chair a little far from you. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, thank you. But…where am I?”

You were in the human realm. When Chan told you this, you almost fell out of your bed. Actually, you did because your response to this new piece of information was screaming what and then proceeding to lose balance and roll off. Chan tried to catch you but you already landed on the floor with a loud thud. While he helped you back into bed and check to see if you were okay, two boys barged in followed by two others. 

In specific order according to Chan reprimanding them, Jisung and Changbin were the ones with the frying pans and Seungmin and Hyunjin were the ones who strolled in nonchalantly. Jisung attempted to explain that he thought Chan was in trouble and didn’t want to leave it to chance. 

Over the next few weeks, you spent a lot of time at Chan’s place with his seven soulmates, all of whom became your closest friends. Chan specifically, became what you could only coin as a best friend, as he was the one you sought out for the most. He was warm and welcoming, and you felt comfortable around him. He teased you constantly, calling himself your knight in shining armour. 

He explained he found you floating on a log barely conscious and wasted no time in bringing you back with him and seeking help for you. In addition, he revealed to you that he and his seven mates were wizards thus how he healed your headache instantly. Since he shared his origins, you thought it was only fair to disclose who you really were. Chan had no different response, his kind nature continuing to flow like a calm stream. He revealed he knew when he saw your tattoo on your arm, but it made no difference to him. Although Jisung was a little apprehensive, he also quickly warmed up to you when you baked a batch of cookies that he could only describe as heavenly and delectable. Minho joked that the best way to befriend Jisung is through his stomach. And it worked. 

As you saw the way they cared for another and their domestic nature with light-hearted jokes, your heart broke in two because it reminded you of your soulmates. You wondered a lot about your eight boys.

 Did they care where you were?

Were they looking for you?

Chan noticed the way you watched out the window in the late evening, lost in thought. Unbeknownst to you, Chan witnessed your sleepless nights. He sensed your discomfort and so, he would weave a shimmering of stars thereby, allowing you to calm down and dream pleasant dreams that were close to your heart - just like the one you had before you awoke. He couldn’t read your expression and he refused to use any magic to read your mind. Honestly, he didn't want to pry but at the same time, he wanted to help more than anything because he saw himself in you. 

He chose to wait until you were ready to tell him. And finally you did. 

“I have eight mates,” you began, “But I’m not sure if they love me anymore.”

The both of you sat at the quaint table setup in the balcony (courtesy Hyunjin) one afternoon as the sun set on the horizon and the sky became an orange and red hue with the breeze blowing briskly, and the indistinct yet busy chatter of the city below you. You held a warm cup of tea in hand and a soft and silky fleece covered you. You recounted your story and how lost you were feeling. 

And then he told you his.

“At the age of 11, every wizard in training is expected to take a national test that would determine where they will go in terms of schooling. The Academy was considered "prestigious" for the wizards who learnt quickly while the College was for those who didn’t, to put it mildly. When I ended up at the Academy, my parents were thrilled. But the pressure from having to be perfect in everything felt like a weight bringing me down. What made it worse was the prejudice that went on inside the Academy. At first, I thought it was what I wanted because it was all I ever knew but then, when I befriended Jisung, who attended the College because he wasn’t the biggest fan of studying, I realized there was so much more to life than what I was being taught. He introduced me to Minho who actually went to the Academy, yet we never met because of the bubble I was living in. Ultimately, it didn’t sit well with my parents. They wanted me to do exactly what they had done and befriend those who were in the same circle. And then after a lot of arguing, I decided that wasn’t the life for me. I wanted to explore more of the world and find out what I liked. So, after I graduated, I moved here with everyone, and opened the bookstore and the apothecary shop. And it was the best decision I made.”

“You weren’t scared?”

“Oh I was, immensely. I can’t tell you the number of times I talked Minho’s ears off about all my doubts. I think he considered feeding me to his cats at one point…” 

You laughed heartily at Chan’s retelling of events; it was the first time you had laughed so authentically.

It amazed you at Chan’s valiant and courageous spirit. Despite his fears, he still went ahead and did what he wanted to do. 

He soothed the doubts in your mind, “It’s never wrong to want something different. Love is more than just a desire we have. It's also about caring for one another. If they truly love you, then they will support you in your dreams just as you have theirs.”

You hadn’t thought of it in that way. 

He asked if you wanted him to open a portal to go back home. You thought about it, but for the first time in a long time, you felt this bubble in your chest of overwhelming possibility. You felt alive and you felt like you could do something — anything. 

So you stayed.

You took a job at Chan's bookstore at first, mainly to start earning money. While assisting Chan, you noticed the way he had a skip in his step every time. Without a doubt, it was distinctly clear that he loves what he does. It left you in awe and admiration. He moved effortlessly attending to customers. Though he noted that not everyone would always be kind, you were more than entranced in doing something similar like him. You would deal with the unkind people as they came.

After saving up enough, you enrolled in a short course at a university with a one-time downpayment. Slowly you found yourself working towards a goal of yours. 

You wanted to start a business like Chan. 

It took a lot of time and effort and you had no idea how Chan and the others were able to do this. You asked Chan if he ever used his magic, he said no, only if necessary but he pursued all of his studies as any human would.

According to him, it would make you feel more accomplished.

And with time, it did. But that was only after you got through the one too many pity parties you had for yourself when things got tough. Luckily, Seungmin, Felix and Jeongin felt the same and joined you, so you weren’t left alone to wallow by yourself. 

With the support from your newfound friends and others you met at university, you began to create a good life for yourself — wherever you were living. Minho said it is a city called Seoul.

Six months later, you opened your café recruiting some of your friends - Jisung, Beomgyu, Yuri and Stella. 

This was the beginning of a whole new life just for you.

#ot8 ateez x reader #ateez x reader #poly ateez x reader #poly!ateez #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez series