warnings: MDNI, M/M, M/F, OT8, dirty talk, exhibitionism, public/group sex, oral, anal, cum eating, in costume sex
event masterlist: Star-Crossed Sins
The front door slams shut, cutting off the distant, muffled thrum of the Halloween party they’d just fled. Nine bodies tumble into the house, a glorious, tangled heap of velvet, netting, fur, and lace, instantly shedding the last of their public restraint. The living room is dark save for the sickly green glow of a forgotten string of Halloween lights draped over the mantel, casting the worn furniture in eerie shadows that make their elaborate costumes look even more dramatic.
Chan, dressed like Wriothesley with his wolf ears and tail, tears his grey vest off, the motion aggressive. His realistic wolf ears slipping in his hair, and his thick, swaying tail knocks over a decorative pumpkin. He is the first to try and grip reality, running a hand through his damp hair. “Okay, okay, everyone. Let’s get this mess off, we need to shower, and then beds now,” he orders, already fighting the feral urge that costume has amplified all night.
Minho, in his witch costume, laughs, the sound low and dismissive as he flicks his voluminous dark purple velvet robe off his shoulders. It pools on the floor and his wide-brimmed hat goes sailing onto the coffee table with a soft thud.
But your attention is not on the two oldest but on Jeongin. Mostly because he hasn’t stopped semi-glaring at you since you left the party. Your cracked white face paint shifts at you look at him feigning innovent as he pulls at layers of delicate ruffles and lace. He looks so pretty tonight, his sheer, iridescent blue fabrics and gold netting are still damp from spilled drinks, and his usual composure dissolves into pure, needy urgency as he crowds you against the wall.
He kisses you desperately, smashing his lips against yours, a violent, open-mouthed clash.
Jisung is uselessly leaning against the wall, witnessing the aggressive exchange, lets out a frustrated whine, his own body instantly tightening with need. His bright green Saiki K school uniform and the absurd pink power-control headpiece contrast sharply with the raw hunger in his eyes. He's trying to look detached, but the tension is already making him hazy. He spins around, trying to pull Minho into action, begging, “Hyung, help, I’m getting blue-balled just watching them! Do something!”
Minho doesn't even glance at Jisung. He is intensely focused on the mess you and the maknae are making. Giving up on the witch, Jisung instead grabs Felix, who is still floundering in his white robes, dragging the angel into the center of the room with a cold, needy grip.
You let out a muffled noise of surprise as Jeongin backs you up quickly, your combined momentum sending you tumbling heavily over the back of the plush sofa. The sound of the collapse, followed by a thick silence punctuated by wet, desperate kissing, is the signal the rest of the house needed.
Felix, the Angel, is utterly undone, nearly tripping over the simple, impractical white robes and worn wings that drag on the grime.
With the biggest, most cumbersome costume, Changbin, leans over you both. His immense black and red Dragon wings dropped against the wall, he shoves the heavy props against the wall, his intricate black and green scales makeup glinting sweatily, already done with the pretense.
“What did you do to upset the Maknae like this, huh?” Changbin asks, utterly ignoring Chan's increasingly strained attempts at routine.
Jeongin pulls his mouth away from yours just long enough to gasp out his answer, his eyes wild and desperate. “She kept teasing me! All night! She was talking to some dude.” He throws himself back at you, smashing his lips against yours again, one desperate hand clawing at the delicate ruffles and lace of your doll costume, trying to tear your front open.
You pull your face back, managing a sharp, breathless whine. “I wasn’t! I was just being friendly, you’re just being possessive, Jeongin!”
Seungmin, the sleek black Demon, stalks forward, having watched the entire exchange with a possessive smirk, tapping his tiny plastic pitchfork against his thigh. The description of your subtle, successful provocations from the party is all the ignition he needs. He shoves Changbin aside, grabbing you, instantly taking control of you and his only dongseong. He initiates a dominant, messy physical encounter, pulling you up and open-mouth kissing you, then Jeongin, marking his neck aggressively sinking teeth into the skin. Jeongin immediately follows the Demon's lead, embracing the sheer, public messiness.
Hyunjin, whose face is unnaturally pale and carries a subtle crimson stain on his lower lip from the fake blood, moves silently, his teeth catching the low green light as he watches the chaos with thinly veiled hunger. The sight of Jisung and Felix, who have devolved into a whiny, useless mess of tangled limbs and grinding bodies, is too much. Drawn by their pathetic need and his own craving for maximal physical closeness, Hyunjin moves, his hands immediately hovering over Felix’s hips to guide their motion for maximum, focused pleasure.
Chan stands frozen, his chest heaving under the strain of watching the collapse. He is fighting the dangerous thrill of the mess, the sloppy sounds that promise the absolute loss of control he needs to avoid. The sight of Seungmin's fingers digging into your lace, Jeongin’s sheer desperation, and Hyunjin's predatory focus all confirm that this night is going to be raw, uncontrolled, and devastatingly honest, a total abandonment of the routine he had planned.
Minho moves in on him, not with aggression, but with cold, surgical intent. He doesn't grab a hand or a shoulder; he closes his fist around the base of Chan’s thick tail, pulling him roughly toward the center of the room where the air is thick with pheromones and discarded fabric.
“You still think about bedtime?” Minho’s voice is a low, challenging growl, his breath hot against Chan’s exposed neck. “Look at the mess, Hyung.” Minho’s hand slides down, finding the insistent, needy bulge straining against Chan’s trousers. “You want to be here, Channie. You know you want to spend time with our needy babies.”
Chan’s last vestiges of control crumble, the desperate, high-pitched whine from Felix mixing with your own breathless pleas for relief, shatters all amounts of his self control. Minho wastes no time with lingering touches, he uses the thick length of Chan’s wolf tail as a handle, dragging the boy over to the sofa cluster, pulling him into the immediate vicinity of Hyunjin and Jisung. Minho practically rips Chan’s pants down, letting them fall around his ankles, then shoves the older man onto his knees right beside the edge of the plush sofa.
Minho doesn't stop to admire his handiwork. He grabs Chan’s jaw and slams his mouth down in a punishing kiss that silences the room again. It is a primal, territorial claim, and everyone freezes, a collective intake of breath. Minho is demanding submission from the oldest, and the sight is devastatingly effective.
Changbin is the first to move again. He grabs the front of Seungmin’s black jacket, hauling the Demon entirely off of you and Jeongin. Changbin settles Seungmin into his lap against the wall, his thick thighs anchoring the demon. Changbin’s hand slips instantly under Seungmin’s pants to grasp his thick, straining member, running his hand up and down to jerk the boy off with brutal speed. Seungmin’s breath hitching into a pained, high-pitched whine against Changbin’s neck, his back arching sharply as Bin begins to hump him aggressively, his eyes never leaving the scene on the sofa.
You and Jeongin take advantage of the sudden space. He pulls your face back for one last frantic kiss before beginning his descent. Your gaze remains locked on the chaos, but you can only gasp as Jeongin kisses a scorching path down your throat, over the delicate lace of your bodice, until he reaches your hips. He pushes aside your ruined panties, his mouth latching onto your core.
The pressure is agonizing and immediate, your hips instinctively bucking against his face. You can only call his name, "Jeongin, please," but your voice is thin and desperate. He ignores the plea, instead lapping at your heat like a starved animal. He finds your clit, sucking it deep and hard, a possessive sound pulling from his throat. You can't think, only feel, and your hands fly to his damp, blue-dyed hair, tugging on it to pull him in closer, a silent command for more.
He pulls his mouth away just long enough to breathlessly whisper, "See? Only me. Just open up for me."
Hyunjin is draped over the back of the sofa, his face glistening with effort, a stark, predatory mask of pleasure. He pushes Jisung and Felix past their limits, the raw need of the Vampire demanding their absolute submission. He clamps his strong hands grasping Felix's hips and pushing his hips to rub against the bulge in Han's pants, both boys whining as they kiss each other.
Hyunjin leans close, his voice a low, encouraging growl against your ear, "That's right, make a mess of those little clothes. Cum for the Vampire, I want you both ruined."
Both boys lie tangled on the cushion beneath him, their costumes, the ridiculous bright green of Saiki K and the soaked white of the Angel, now clinging to them. They are a whiny, whimpering mess, having both cum in their pants from the relentless assault. Hyunjin is not satisfied. He gives a low, predatory hiss, "On your knees, both of you. You don't get to rest yet."
He shoves their shoulders, forcing them off the sofa and onto the stained floor beneath the eerie green light. The boys obey instantly, scrambling to kneel at his hips, their wet pants sticking uncomfortably to the carpet. Hyunjin settles back onto the couch, legs spread wide, and exposes himself to the two boys. Felix's lips are slick with drool, and Jisung's eyes are half-closed, Felix lapping at the base ad Jisung sucks on the head.
The Vampire is insatiable. His hips buck wildly, driving himself deep against their faces with a furious, rhythmic force. Felix, despite his exhaustion, tries to rub his own slick length against Jisung’s thigh, seeking a shared comfort even as he obeys Hyunjin’s silent commands. Jisung, completely overwhelmed, focuses entirely on taking in Hyunjin’s length, his cheeks hollowed out and his jaw aching. He tries to rub his own body closer to Felix, seeking connection as their wet pants now rubbing together uselessly.
Hyunjin stares at the ceiling, his head tipped back, only issuing low, guttural sounds of command and pleasure, entirely consumed by the feeling of their mouths around him. With a final, ragged snarl, Hyunjin buckles, his hips slamming as he floods Ji’s mouth. The Vampire is spent, his breath coming in high, desperate gasps as the thick, hot release pours out of Ji’s mouth into Felix eager one. He immediately collapses back against the couch, his thick cock finally going soft in their still-clinging mouths.
On the floor, Seungmin is screaming into Changbin’s shoulder, completely consumed by his hyung’s rough touch, his own climax pulling violently from him. Changbin chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound, as the Demon in his lap groans, Seungmin’s release finally soaking his hand. Changbin doesn't stop, his hips rocking harder against Seungmin's now-slick backside, his grin wide as he watches the chaos unfold.
Minho doesn't ease up. Chan, now stripped naked and kneeling beside the sofa. Minho is already spreading his cheeks, his wet fingers plunging deep inside. The sight of Chan being so utterly dominated by Minho is intoxicating. You feel your muscles clench, Jeongin's face still pressed urgently against your core. The pressure Jeongin is applying with his mouth builds to an impossible peak, and the sight of Chan being used so thoroughly shatters the last of your resistance. You cry out, your body buckling, and you flood his face and mouth, your entire body twitching violently with the force of your release. Jeongin doesn't pull away, he instead laps up the juices, his eyes wide as he looks past your trembling body at the chaotic scene. The raw, desperate sounds of Chan's cries for release, mixed with the sharp, metallic taste of your climax, overwhelm him. A low, guttural noise escapes him, and he immediately follows you, coating the inside of his own sheer blue pants with a thick, hot load.
A desperate, hitched sound pulls from Chan, his strong body trembling from the violation. Minho pulls his fingers free, slick and wet, and with brutal haste, slams his own thick length into the newly gaping hole. Chan screams Minho's name, a sound of agony and pure, animalistic relief. Minho thrusts hard, driving him into the plush fabric of the sofa as Chan begs, "Please, Minho, let me, it feels so good, let me cum, please..."
Minho doesn't grant the release. Instead, he grinds his hips deeper, trapping Chan's frantic pleas in his throat. "Oh, you want it, Hyung? You want me to ruin you? You like being the messy one, don't you, letting me wreck that tight little hole?" Minho's words are ice-cold, his dominance absolute as he continues to drive his body into the begging leader.
Chan is getting railed, his knees sliding on the damp carpet, the thick wolf tail still attached between his legs whipping uselessly as his body is utterly governed by Minho's rhythm. The sight is brutal and beautiful, the raw honesty of Chan's submission undeniable. You watch, mesmerized, as Chan's eyes flutter shut, the effort of holding back too much.
With a final, broken cry, Chan's body convulses violently, a sticky, white mess spurting onto the floor and splashing against his stomach, the mess finally free. "There you go, baby," Minho growls, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he ignores Chan's spent body and empties his load into the greedy hole, filling him until the excess spills down the leader's trembling thighs.
The room falls silent, the only sounds the labored, desperate breathing and the wet, thick dripping onto the carpet. You’re all still tangled, draped over the furniture, spent and ruined, their costumes now pathetic markers of the control you attempted to maintain. The All Hallows Eve night is over, leaving behind a sticky, satisfying, catastrophic mess.
“Now, can we go to bed?“ groans Chan from his messy puddle.
𓂃★ no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it ₊˚
600+ words ☆𓂃
pairing ⋆ ˚. werewolf!chan x fem!reader
genre ☆・₊ minor angst, fluff, eventual smut (later parts)
warnings ₊ ★ ˚ werewolf!au, descriptions of bodily harm (self inflected), pain, comfort, established relationship (in this part)
a/n: it's here! part of it anyway, hopefully this gets you excited for the rest to come. sorry its so short, i was in a rush to get this part out <3
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“You didn’t sign up for this…” Chan mumbles, eyes heavy with exhaustion.
You don’t answer him, slipping the chains away from his wrists. They were red and raw from fighting the restraints. It hurt to see him like that; so desperate and full of rage and confusion. There was no way to comfort him, or calm him down, you just had to watch. You couldn’t help but focus on his eyes, glowing amber, a stark contrast from now—deep brown and painted with guilt and weariness. You grab the first aid kit and start dabbing ointment on the torn skin. Chan winces, sucking in a breath through his teeth, but he doesn’t pull away. He watches as you apply the soothing balm, then loosely wrap bandages around his wrists.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You throw one of his arms over your shoulder, helping him stand on wobbly legs. He lets you take the lead, bringing him back upstairs and into his bedroom. You move him past his bed and into his bathroom, stripping away his shredded clothes, he didn’t seem at all shy. He lent against the wall as you turned on the hot shower. Steam slowly filled the room and you helped him into the shower.
You started out standing to the side, reaching in and rinsing him off, washing his hair. But at some point you’d gotten so wet that you slipped off your jeans and stepped into the shower. He was still so out of it that he could hardly open his eyes, the warm water rushing over his body and relaxing his muscles. You were able to more easily rinse the shampoo from his hair, the damp strands at the back of his head curling slightly, a subtle powdery fresh smell filling your nose—it was the shampoo Jeongin had gifted him. It reminded you of mornings waking up in his bed, his pillow case carrying the scent of him.
You finished cleaning the rest of him, making sure to be delicate when cleaning the self-inflicted wounds scattered across his skin. You were surprised he could still support himself, leaning heavily on the tiled wall of the shower. You dry yourself off quickly, then help Chan out and into the warm flannel. You towel him off, thankful he was conscious enough to pull on the pair of boxers you handed him before guiding him to sit on the closed toilet seat. Reaching over him, you pull an identical first aid kit out of the cabinet, repeating the same steps from before, soothing his irritated skin.
Once everything is rebandaged, you help him into his bed—pulling the covers up and watching him all but melt into the mattress. You can’t help but run your fingers over the comforter, plush and cool under your fingertips. Before you can move away Chan reaches out, gripping your wrist in his hand. It wasn’t rough, more urgent, pleading.
“Stay.” His voice was small.
You look back, eyes trailing from his hold on your wrist, up to his eyes, sleepy and somehow still full of warmth despite everything. Smiling softly, you crawl onto the bed and let him pull you on top of him. As you rest your head on his chest, Chan wraps his arms around your body, letting out a large sigh as he sinks into the plush mattress.
You couldn’t help but wonder how he’d react in the morning once he was more coherent. Felix had said he never wanted you to know about this, any of it, and now you’d seen the worst. Would he push you away? You didn't want to lose him. Chan had become such an important part of your life, long before you found out what he was. You didn’t want any of that to change.
please let me know your thoughts, anything you might want to see or if you want to be tagged in the next part. hope you enjoyed <3
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : mentions of previous violence, discussions/care of injuries, mentions of sex (nobody does it but we all know there is a sex scene in deadpool), food, bickering and teasing, nudity (non sexual), ptsd nightmare, implied rape/incest by father
𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : healing from injuries is hard, especially when you're so used to taking care of yourself.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : this was beta read by @dreamystuffers so everyone take a moment to go thank rach! you can also find this work on ao3, and if you like it please consider donating to my kofi!
Changbin leads you towards the sliding back door, but before he can get it open for you, someone opens it for you both.
A silver haired freckled man rushes out in excitement, his smile contagious. “Hi! Come in!” he says, holding the door open.
You lean against Changbin as you take him in, realizing he was the silver wolf from before. “You tore its arm off,” You say, leaning into him. “I like you,” you laugh.
“I like you too,” he giggles. “I’m Felix, by the way.”
You nod as Changbin gently guides you forward. “I’m Y/N,” you say, turning to look at him and wincing some, since he was on your right.
“Careful,” Changbin murmurs, guiding you into the living area, which was set up with a sectional and couch to make plenty of room.
He guides you over to a seat on the couch, helping you sit before sitting next to you. The werewolf with the pinchable cheeks from earlier was there, and Felix comes and sits next to you.
“Are you Minho or Jisung?” you ask him, his soft eyes watching you.
“Oh! I’m Jisung! It’s nice to meet you properly! Sorry about earlier,” he says, frowning slightly.
You attempt a slight shrug, but your bandages keep you stiff. “It’s really not your fault,” you murmur, shaking your head. “What were you guys watching before I came over?” you ask, looking at the paused tv.
“We were just starting Deadpool!” Jisung says, grinning.
“Oh! That’s a good one!!” you agree, shivering a little. “I love it. It’s really funny!”
They had a slight look of relief that they tried to hide.
“Great!” Felix says, smiling happily. “Jisung, turn it back on then!”
Jisung nods, pressing play on the remote.
“Do you need a blanket?” Changbin softly asks, his hand gently touching your thigh to get your attention.
You bite your lip, hesitating to nod as to not be a bother. You absolutely hated being unable to do simple things for yourself. And while you could get up and find one yourself, you knew the pain medicine was just working so you wouldn’t feel the bruising your body experienced.
Your lack of an answer didn’t matter, as Jeongin came in the room at the same time with something in his hands. He picked up a blanket from the top of the couch and draped it over your legs with a shy smile. Jeongin crouches in front of you, holding up what turned out to be a sling.
“We forgot to have you put this on,” he explains, putting the strap around your neck.
A soft whine escapes you despite how he was gently guiding your limb into the sling. “I’m sorry, you’re okay,” he hushes you, focusing on his task. Jeongin gently adjusts it for you, positioning the cushion part properly. “There,” he murmurs when he is done, gently brushing some of your hair out of your face before squeezing your good shoulder.
You give him a soft smile as he stands up and gets out of your way, watching him sit on the other couch next to Jisung. You turn your focus back on the movie, awkwardly trying to pull the blanket up and over your shoulder.
Thankfully, Felix seems to notice and pulls it up, gently tucking the end of the blanket behind your injured shoulder to keep you warm.
“Thank you,” you murmur, a smile tugging on your lips as you focus your attention back on the tv screen.
You don’t know when in the movie it happens, but you eventually slip off and sleep, leaning into Changbin. It wasn’t even that you found Deadpool boring that made you sleep, but you figured it had to do with taking so much pain medicine. You knew at the very least that you fell asleep before the sex scene, which would save you the embarrassment of any potential arousal you may have felt.
As you slowly regain consciousness, you realize that someone is arguing with Changbin about waking you up. A soft chuckle escapes you as your eyes flutter open, a yawn immediately escaping you as you stretch a little bit.
Your eyes land on the other werewolf from earlier, and you blink a few times. “Minho, right?” you ask, sitting up from leaning on Changbin and rubbing your eyes slightly.
“Yeah, sorry if we woke you,” He says, not sounding too sorry. “I was coming to let you know that dinner is ready.”
“You could always reheat it,” Changbin says with a shrug.
“It tastes better when it’s just done, and you know it,” Minho responds, shaking his head as he offers you his hand to help you up.
You take it and he helps you to your feet, catching you as you stumble forward.
“Careful there,” Minho says, his hand firmly on your hip.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing as you step back and nearly fall back onto the couch.
Minho doesn’t let go of you, and Changbin carefully places his hand on your lower back with a giggle as he gets up.
“You know, I never really have much of a problem with this,” you huff, frowning.
“What do you mean?” Minho asks, letting go of your hip and heading towards the dining room.
“Normally my reflexes are great and I don’t normally get injured. Or loopy. Hey Seungmin, do I get more pain medicine soon?” You ask, biting your lip as you look for him.
“You want more?” Seungmin asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Nah, it’s still working. Maybe you gave me too much,” You say, letting Minho pull out a chair for you and sitting down.
“I gave you the right amount,” Jeongin says, tilting his head. “If anything, it would not be enough. Since we normally treat werewolves,” he tells you.
“Right, right, wolves,” you murmur, still feeling tired.
“Is this chicken?” You ask, the scents of dinner suddenly hitting your nose.
“Yes, we made chicken!” Felix says, smiling brightly.
“I really love chicken,” you say, perking up more.
“Well then, eat up!” Felix responds with a bright smile.
You nod and give yourself a plate of food, watching as everyone else comes in and sits down. You recognize most of them, but get a little anxious when Chan comes into the room.
You make eye contact with Seungmin, who raises an eyebrow before giving you a reassuring smile. “Talk to him tonight,” he mouths to you, and you nod.
He was right. Since Chan was the alpha and you were supposed to be staying there for a while, it would be best to smooth things over with him. You needed to be on his good side. And wanted to be on his good side too.
“I can feed you,” Changbin cutely offers. Minho rolls his eyes, getting you a fork before sitting next to you.
“Changbin, I’ll be okay,” you laugh shyly, biting your lip.
Changbin immediately pouts. “But you’re injured~! Jeongin fed you earlier!”
“Not really! I still held the spoon,” You immediately argue back.
Someone you have not met yet rolls his eyes at the two of you, shaking his head.
“See? I am perfectly capable. Even better if it’s a fork, so thank you, Minho,” you huff, stabbing the chicken tender and taking a bite from it.
Your irritation immediately diminishes as you look for Felix. “This is really good!” you praise him, and he beams from the attention.
“Thanks,” he says, his cheeks turning pink.
“Yah~~ Y/N~~ let me at least cut it for you,” Changbin whines.
You stubbornly take another bite before setting it down and pushing your plate towards him. “Fine,” you huff, but you’re actually really grateful.
Changbin lets out a happy hum as he cuts it for you, and you glance around the table. You had met Changbin, Minho, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Chan, which left only one person a stranger. Or more of a stranger than the others.
His brown hair was longer than the others, silky and smooth to a bit past his chin. He has supple lips and a slim figure, but you know that he is still muscular as he eats a piece of chicken as his hands look strong and veiny. You don’t realize you’re staring at him until he lazily makes eye contact with you, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.
You quickly look away from him, but Minho loudly laughs at you. “That’s Hyunjin,” he tells you.
“Nice to meet you,” you softly squeak, looking over at him.
“Y/N, right?” Hyunjin says, his smirk gone and replaced with a pure smile.
You nod, about to say yes, but Changbin stuffs a piece of chicken in your mouth.
“Hehehe, I still got to feed you,” he giggles, and you whack his arm. Because of the pain medicine, it was a bit harder than you expected, to which he immediately whines in pain and holds his bicep, groaning.
“Y/N, you hurt me~” he whines dramatically.
You look at the others, and Seungmin rolls his eyes as Jisung stares in awe.
“Nah, I think you could take a real punch from me and still be fine,” you say around the piece of food you were still chewing. “You’re too muscular to not be.”
“You’re right, I am,” he says, immediately perking back up.
You immediately take the opportunity of his calmer demeanor to snatch your fork out of his hand, taking a bite of your food on your own.
“Hey! I was going to feed you!” he complains.
“I don’t need you to,” you argue again, frowning. “And if I did, maybe I would want Minho to feed me!”
You glance at him, and you can tell his thoughts are racing as he decides his reaction. It happens within seconds, and you’re sure you’re the only one who sees it.
“Yeah, maybe I wanted to feed them!” Minho says, astonishing you.
“Yah~ but I offered first,” Changbin complains.
You shrug, stubbornly feeding yourself.
“Seungmin-ah, tell them that they need to be fed~” he complains, wanting the healer’s input.
“Nah, they’re fine. Ambidextrous or not,” Seungmin responds with a shrug.
“Thank you Seungmin!” you say as you continue to eat, delighted by the food. You knew it was home cooked and it was amazing. Much better than what you had been eating and making for yourself.
You definitely zoned out while eating, but you could feel Jeongin’s worried eyes on you regardless.
“Is she okay?” he whispers to Seungmin, which you barely register.
“I think they’re just glad to finally eat solid food? I’m not positive though,” Seungmin responds to the youngest with a shrug.
You come back to reality with a frown as you realize you ate everything that was on your plate. You look back up, musing if you wanted more. You shake your head slightly, but there wasn’t much left anyways.
“Y/N, we may have made you a cake…” Felix shyly begins, playing with his thumbs as a sheepish smile finds its way onto his face.
“A cake? For what?” You ask, confused because it was definitely not your birthday.
Felix giggles, turns on his heels, and dashes into the kitchen. The others had started collecting their plates to clear the table more. Jisung and Hyunjin take the plates into the kitchen, and you hear giggling from within.
Hyunjin brings out smaller plates and forks for everyone, setting them down and handing them out. Jisung is right behind him, hiding Felix behind. When Jisung sits down, you see a beautiful cake.
It is covered in white frosting, cutely decorated with little gummy bears on the side as if they were dancing. The top was outlined with fresh strawberries and a tall candle was lit. Felix gently sets it in front of you, and you read “Congratulations on waking up!” on the top.
You let out the most pure laugh as you read it, brightening the room immediately.
“Make a wish and blow it out!” Jeongin excitedly says.
You think of a wish - to get along better with Chan - and blow out the candle.
“I can cut it,” Felix says, smiling as Hyunjin hands him the cake knife.
“It’s white cake?” you ask, watching him cut into it.
“Funfetti,” he admits, placing a piece on the plate in front of you, exposing the inside that was sprinkled with colors.
“I hope you like it,” Felix sheepishly adds, smiling.
“I have a sweet tooth,” you admit quietly.
He giggles and says, “Me too!”
“Thank you,” you say, first softly to him, then louder to all of them, “Thank you all… You really didn’t have to.” You weren’t sure why they were being so nice to you. It was too genuine to be out of fear for not being registered with The Accord, and even Chan seemed happy.
You carefully take the first bite, letting out a soft moan as you bite into the fluffy cake. It was the best cake you have ever had, although you would never admit it to your mom… if her memory was still okay.
A slight blush dusts Felix’s features at the sound, but he does his best to ignore it. “Is it good?” he asks hopefully.
“Very,” you say, eagerly taking another bite.
When you all finish, they argue over who is going to clean the dishes. It ends up being Changbin and Jisung, leaving you without him. You felt comforted by his side all day, as you felt oddly safe with him. You figured it was probably trauma related to him carrying you out of the nest, so you didn’t dwell on it too much.
“Let me show you around the pack house,” Minho offers, standing up and holding out his hand for you again.
“Oh!” you say, a little surprised. “Sure, that would be nice,” you add, smiling slightly as you let him help you up.
Minho wraps his arm around your waist when you stumble, his hand gingerly lingering on your side to avoid aggravating your injuries further. “You’ve already seen the living area, the dining room, and the kitchen,” Minho begins, guiding you around. “Jeongin and Jisung’s room is down there, as is a bathroom and spare bedroom,” he says, pointing down the hallway.
You nod a little as he guides you to the stairs. “Do you think you can go up them, or do you want me to carry you?” Minho asks, completely willing to take you up.
You hesitate, thinking about how the few stairs on the back porch were difficult. You didn’t want to burden Minho, but you also didn’t want to stumble more.
Your hesitation is an answer enough for Minho, as he gently picks you up bridal style and walks you up the stairs. Once on the second floor, he sets you down very gently.
In your shock you say nothing, getting flustered as he puts you down. “Minho, you didn’t have to-” you begin, only for him to cut him off.
“I offered. No one wants you getting more injured. Now come on,” he says, guiding you down the hallway once more.
He points to a door and says, “This is my room. I share it with Hyunjin and Seungmin.” Minho then opens the door, letting you peek inside. It was well organized to be shared by three people. There was a bunk bed and a regular twin bed. “This one is mine,” he gestures to the bottom twin bunk.
You nod, not really knowing why he was telling you, but you weren’t going to question it.
“And across the hall,” Minho begins, shutting his bedroom door and pointing to the one across from his, “Is Chan’s, Changbin’s, and Felix’s. It’s pretty much the same as ours, but with their own stuff,” he admits with a soft laugh. “Theirs is the master bedroom though,” he adds with a shrug.
He leads you down the hallway, showing you a few more guest bedrooms and bathrooms before taking you the other way.
“This is one of our favorite rooms, depending on who you ask,” he says with a laugh. Minho opens the door to what seemed like a gaming room. There were quite a few PCs that were definitely set up for gaming. “Don’t touch anything without permission,” he whispers, shutting the door and looking around to see if anyone saw him looking in. “If you’re into gaming, most of us would love to play with you,” he says, smiling.
“Really? I may have to take that up with you when I can use both hands,” you tease, bumping into him lightly with your good shoulder.
He laughs wholeheartedly, shaking his head a little. “Then, depending on who you ask once more, this is the other favorite room,” Minho declares, opening the door and leading you into the library.
It seemed like it used to be two rooms with the walls knocked down, as it was double the size of their bedrooms. You look at it in awe, recognizing titles of books you liked. Minho lets go of your waist as you wander the shelves, running your fingertips over familiar books and books you had always wanted to get your hands on. Eventually you get to the werewolf section, to which you raise a brow. They had basic titles like The Lunar Impact, Lycanthropy for Dummies, Ethics of Turning, and more interesting titles like Werewolf Pack Bonding and Mates: An Introduction. You reach for the book on mates, but Minho stops you.
“Sorry, this section is mostly off limits, even for you,” he says with a slight frown, blocking your way of the book.
Your fingers twitch in irritation, craving the pages of that book. It was decently worn, but a well bound book. You had heard some about werewolf mates here and there, but your information was just the basic werewolves mate for life. You wanted to know what such a thick book would hold.
Minho notices your pouty frown, and he sighs. “Chan may let you read some of the books, but that’s up to his discretion,” he lets you know.
If it wasn’t Chan, you would perk up more. But you felt like you had to go suck up to him to make up. You were growing attached to the boys, but also knew you really needed Seungmin and Jeongin to help you heal.
“Come on,” Minho gently chides you, comfortably wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you out of the library. He leads you to the last door in the hallway and knocks. “This is Chan’s office,” he says to you before declaring louder to Chan, “It’s me.”
“Come in,” Chan says softly.
You almost didn’t hear him, but Minho does, as he opens the door. Chan was sitting at a desk with multiple computer monitors, looking a bit tired. Chan smiles at the sight of you, waking him up some.
“We didn’t interrupt you, did we?” you softly ask, sitting on the couch Minho guides you to.
“Not at all,” Chan reassures you. “I was hoping you would end up here. Minho, can we talk? I will take them back.”
“Sure. Just carry them down the stairs, okay?” Minho says. When Chan nods despite your protest, Minho exits and shuts the door behind him.
Now left alone with Chan, you can’t help but fidget some.
You weren’t sure what to say as you tried to collect your thoughts. When you finally look back up at him, his gaze is more gentle than you were expecting.
“I’m sorry,” you begin, and he immediately shakes his head.
“No, I’m sorry. You have a point,” he begins, but you cut him off.
“But you probably have your reasons-” you start, and he huffs a little.
“I mean, I do,” he says with a short laugh.
You sigh softly, unsure of yourself. You were never this unsure of yourself.
Chan gets up and sits next to you on the couch, leaving distance between you as he faces you. “When packs register with The Accord, they are required to have at least eight members. There is an unspoken rule between werewolves where the alpha should have a mate before registering,” he explains, tapping his fingers on his knee.
“Well that shouldn’t be too difficult for you,” you say, raising a brow slightly as you look at him.
Chan purses his lips and looks down, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s not as simple as finding a partner. Mates aren’t the same as a partner, not really…” he begins, looking back up at you in the eyes.
You feel something stir within you, but you can’t place the emotion.
“Mates are more… well, let me just go grab the book,” he says, getting up and leaving you. It doesn’t take him long to return with the book you had wanted to read earlier- Mates: An Introduction.
Chan sits closer to you this time as he flips the book open, turning to one of the first pages. His finger skims the page for the paragraph he wanted, stopping and reading it out loud.
“Werewolf mates are similar to what other cultures and people would call soulmates. Every werewolf has a mate, whether they were born with lycanthropy or infected. A mate does not have to be a werewolf, but few tend to be humans with no knowledge of the supernatural. Generally, mates that are not werewolves are supernatural beings, such as elves, mutants, and similar humanoids. There have been instances of werewolves being in polyamorous relationships with their mate, as a mate is not guaranteed to be the mate for only one werewolf. Such instances are rare, as werewolves tend to be protective over their mate and are generally unwilling to accept anything other than monogamy.
“Werewolves can identify their mates by scent, and eye contact intensifies the bond between the two. When the mate is not a werewolf, eye contact is vital to establish the initial bond, as it can also alert the mate.” Chan stops there, closing the book before setting it down on his desk.
A soft, “oh god,” escapes you as you look away, suddenly embarrassed to be so close to him. “Why are you sharing this with me?” you tentatively ask, refusing to look at him.
“You needed to know,” Chan says simply. “I can let you borrow the book, but feel free to ask me if you have more questions. Okay?”
You nod a little, your head spinning. “Does this mean-” you begin, unable to finish your sentence.
“That you’re our mate?” Chan softly offers up. When you nod, he adjusts himself on the couch and begins to bounce one of his legs. “What would you do if I said yes?”
You think about it for a moment, considering your options. Which wasn’t a lot of them, considering you knew you couldn’t drive, and needed to remain with the pack to heal. “I don’t want to be tied down to one place, Chan. I have a purpose, and I don’t want to give that up,” you decide, biting your lip as you wait for a harsh reaction.
“Did I imply that you couldn’t?” he asks, laughing and showing his dimples again.
“No, but it just seems like one of those things…”
“Being protective isn’t the same as possessive. I’d hope none of us would be so in an unhealthy manner.”
“This doesn’t mean that all of you-” you begin, getting choked up on your words.
Chan says nothing for a moment, and your cheeks heat up. “What do you think it means?” he gently prods, wanting you to ask yourself.
You take a deep breath and look him in the eyes before repeating in full, “does this mean all of you are my mate?” You swallow nervously, anxiety rising in the pit of your stomach and squeezing your chest.
“Deep breath, Y/N, deep breath,” Chan murmurs, immediately picking up the change in your mental state. “Breath with me, okay? In, and out. In and out.”
When he gets you to calm down more, your fingers start twitching on your good hand.
“I can only speak for myself,” he says, shrugging a little. “But for me, yes.”
His admission soothes your nerves, relaxing you some.
“Is that why you were helping me when I was in a coma?” you ask curiously.
“Yeah, it was. I had hoped that if I was touching you you would wake up. It only worked once, kind of,” he sheepishly admits, shyly smiling.
You don’t know how to respond, so you sit in a comfortable silence. You let the information settle within you, realizing the truth and severity of the issue at hand.
Eventually, you ask, “I can’t write that in my report, can I?”
“That we are your mates?”
You nod, and Chan purses his lips into a slight frown. “It would be better if you don’t,” he tells you honestly.
You sigh, but nod regardless. “I do need to write my report. They’ve been waiting for it for nearly a month, it seems,” you murmur.
Chan nods in understanding. “I can… or someone can help you write it tomorrow. You need rest before then, and I won’t take no for an answer,” he says, his tone teasing.
“Okay, then carry me there,” you say stubbornly.
He immediately picks you up, gently setting the book in your lap.
“Chan! I was joking! Put me down!” you say, frightened but impressed.
“Nope, you asked,” he stubbornly responds, carefully opening the door before heading downstairs with you in his arms.
“Chan, please?” you ask, whining slightly.
The commotion causes a few of them to peek down to see what was going on, only for you to hear Felix’s laughter.
“Felix! Don’t laugh at me! It’s not funny! You try getting carried down stairs, it is not fun!” You huff.
Chan rolls his eyes at your dramatic behavior, taking you out the front door which Jeongin had opened.
“Thanks Jeongin,” you say, smiling at the younger boy.
“Sleep well,” he responds, shutting the door after you two.
You nod a little even though he can’t see you.
“If you’re feeling alright tomorrow, we can show you some of the territory,” Chan offers.
“I need to do my report,” you remind him.
“Well, is it going to take all day?” he asks with a chuckle, heading to the healer’s building.
“That depends on how fast I can type,” you admit with a shrug.
“You can ask Jeongin to help you. He is a fast typer,” Chan suggests, carrying you up the few steps and inside.
“Is he? I suppose that wouldn’t be a problem…” you think, pursing your lips. “Yeah, I’ll ask him. One handed isn’t going to go well.”
“No, I agree that it would not,” Chan laughs, bringing you to the bathroom and sitting you down, taking the book from your lap.
“You need to do your business and brush your teeth, then I can tuck you in,” He says. “The toothbrush we’ve been using for you is the purple one,” Chan adds, pointing to it before leaving you be.
“Chan, I don’t need to be tucked in,” you say through the door.
“I can’t hear you, Y/N,” Chan lies, and you roll your eyes.
You take your time, awkwardly struggling to get your pants back on. You end up giving up and brushing your teeth, which takes a little longer in your non dominant hand.
When you finish, you open the door only a crack. “Um, Chan? Can you bring me a nightgown or something?” you shyly ask him.
He looks so serious, and you knew he thought something had happened like you strained yourself too much.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he says, going to your room and quickly returning.
“Found one,” he says, smiling. “Let me help you put it on,” Chan says, nudging the door open a little, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
“Chan,, I’ll be naked,” you deadpan.
“I’ve seen you naked,” he responds without batting an eyelash.
You feel the heat rising to your cheeks and a soft huff escapes you.
“It wasn’t in a perverted way, come on,” he huffs ever so slightly, shaking his head.
“Fine.” You properly let him in, opening the door.
He nods and sets the night gown on the countertop. Chan is gentle as he takes off your sling, holding your elbow to keep your arm in the proper position. He easily helps you out of the tank top, leaving you in just your bandages. You swallow at your proximity, but Chan continues to just take care of you, seemingly unbothered by your nudity. He slides your injured arm through the arm of the gown before sliding it over your head. You help him by putting your non injured arm through it on your own as he picks the sling back up.
“Does that feel right?” he asks as he puts the sling back on.
“Yeah, it feels fine,” you murmur, nodding and adjusting the night gown. You hated that it was so short, but at least it covered more of you than the tank top.
“Let’s get you to bed then, okay?” he says, stepping out of your way. He helps you off the counter, but this time lets you walk on your own.
You nod and head back to your room, smiling at the fresh sheets on the bed. You pull them back and lay down, Chan helping you back under the covers.
“If you need anything, Seungmin is across the hall, okay?” he tells you as he brushes some of your hair out of your face.
You nod, and you can tell from the way his lips twitch that he nearly kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmurs, turning off the light and shutting the door.
Your exhaustion pulls you under like a riptide, and soon you are fast asleep.
You normally don’t dream. But when you do, they are as vivid as reality, and sometimes it can be nearly impossible to tell the difference.
Your eyes open as you feel a burning sensation, as if acid were dripping onto your arm. The ghast was halfway shifted as your father, an evil grin resting on his face. The hairs on your body stand up, an all too familiar memory surfacing despite your attempts to repress it.
"No!" You cry, trying to push it away from you.
It laughs maniacally, tearing at your nightgown. You would let it rip for all you cared, struggling to get out of the room.
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖
Your breathing gets caught in your throat as it forces you against the wall, your dad's eyes meeting yours.
"It's our secret, remember Y/N?" He says.
Your eyes widen as your body freezes in fear, and the ghast releases you, taking your lack of motion as submission.
Despite the shock you were in, your instincts were begging you to run.
Before anything worse could happen, you stumble out of the room and outside, stumbling down the steps on the porch.
You could have sworn it was daylight, but your tear stained eyes were seeing shadows in the darkness.
You try to scream out for help, but only a soft sob barely makes it out as you run. You stumble as you run, but are careful not to trip.
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐃
You hear the thudding of someone running nearby, spurring you on to run faster.
As you glance behind you to figure out where they were, you trip over a root and barely catch yourself from face planting into the dirt.
A wet nose nudges you, trying to see your face. You feel his tongue licking your tears, and you slowly look up.
It was the sleek brown wolf, and you knew immediately who it was.
"Hyunjin?" You ask, your voice shaking as you hold back your sobs.
He wags his tail and nudges you once more, shifting in front of you. You weren't sure if you could ever get used to the sound of joints popping, but he soon picks you up.
"You're safe," he whispers, carrying you so gingerly as if you would break any moment.
He lets you softly cry on his chest, and he brings you inside the pack house. He gently sets you on the bathroom counter and kisses your forehead, handing you tissues as he takes out a first aid kit.
He tentatively cleans off the scrapes on your knees, hushing you by kissing your legs.The stinging sensation of the alcohol and the gentle kisses on your legs starts to ground you. As you slowly come back to reality, your tears begin to stop. You blow your nose and dry your eyes, throwing the tissues in the trash.
Hyunjin takes your hand and helps you wash your entire forearm, patting it dry before kissing the back of your hand. Hyunjin carefully puts bandaids on the bleeding scrapes before he picks you back up.
You cling to him as much as you can, seeing as how he still didn't have a shirt to put on. Hyunjin takes you to his room where Minho was fast asleep and quietly shuts the door behind you. You groggily look at Minho as Hyunjin sets you on his bed. From what you could tell, Minho looks peaceful in his sleep. You look back at Hyunjin as he opens a drawer beneath your feet, taking out some clothes before putting on a pair of boxers.
Hyunjin takes off your sling and removes your dirty nightgown, replacing it with one of his shirts. He puts the sling back on and smooths your hair back. "There, all better," he whispers, laying in bed.
He helps you lay back, carefully pulling you into his chest. You snuggle into him, feeling safer in his arms. You close your eyes as he pulls the blanket to cover you both.
"You're safe here, I promise," Hyunjin reassures you, gently nuzzling into your neck.
You nod, staying awake regardless. You feel his breathing slowing, and you know he falls asleep. You weren't sure how he found you in the woods or what really happened, but you at least knew that Hyunjin's grip was real. In that moment, his closeness was all that mattered. He was keeping you safe and warm.
You let yourself fall back asleep, Hyunjin’s and Minho’s breathing lulling you into a deep sleep.
You wake up in the morning to what sounded like a cosmic disturbance. There was yelling, shouting, and running around that ignited your fight instinct, but Hyunjin held you firmly.
"They're looking for you," he says softly, giggling softly as he hides you under the blanket.
"Where's Minho?" You softly ask, letting him hide you.
"Checking the borders. It's his turn this morning," Hyunjin murmurs.
"How could you lose our mate?" You hear Chan growling.
"Hyung! I didn't lose them!" You hear Seungmin respond, clearly not phased by Chan’s anger.
"Then where is she?" He half growls half whines.
"Can he not track me?" You murmur with a soft laugh.
"Probably, but I think Minho may have covered it outside this morning," Hyunjin whispers.
"He did not?" You whisper in disbelief.
Hyunjin nods, looking at the door when it gets thrown open.
"HYUNJIN GET UP WE HAVE AN EMERGEN- oh," Jisung says, definitely noticing your body hidden behind Hyunjin's. "Were you awake this entire time? Did Minho know?"
Hyunjin's smile is enough of an answer for Jisung.
"I can't believe you," Jisung huffs, turning and yelling down the hallway, "I FOUND HER WE CAN STOP PANICKING!"
Hyunjin pulls the blanket off of you as you begin to laugh so hard it hurts. And it quickly really hurts.
"Get Seungmin!" Hyunjin says, his eyes flashing.
Your laugh turns into a cough, and blood splatters out onto his sheets.
requested by @cutiejoshi ily siri!!!!! i hope you like this <3
prompt: “you couldn’t have told me you were a werewolf before the full moon?”
*part of my 2 years with luna event!
word count: 1.1k
genre: werewolf au, roommate au, fluff, humour
pairing: werewolf!bang chan x gn reader
a knock at your bedroom door startles you from your half-asleep state. you rub the sleep from your eyes, squinting at the rays of morning sunlight that peek through your blinds. you cringe as you catch sight of yourself in the mirror; your hair’s an absolute mess, and god are the circles under your eyes really that dark? you get out of bed with a groan, shuffling across the floor towards your closed door. you hardly slept last night, as you had had the wonderful experience of discovering the hard way that your roommate of three weeks is, in fact, a werewolf.
--
it had been a long day at work and you had texted chan that you’d be staying over at your best friend’s house for the night. unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned and you found yourself returning to your shared apartment. you texted chan to let him know you’d be coming home, and figured he was too busy to respond right away.
you entered an oddly dark apartment--you wondered if chan was home at all, but noticed his shoes were by the door and his jacket was draped haphazardly over the couch. you caught a glimpse of the full moon outside the open window, and you took a moment to appreciate its beauty as bright moonbeams illuminated the room with a soft blue glow. you were shaken from your thoughts at a dull thump coming from chan’s room, followed by a strange scratching noise. does he have an animal in there? you couldn’t help but wonder to yourself as you heard what sounded like scrabbling claws on the hardwood floor--and was that a whimper??
you slowly approached the closed door, your apartment eerily silent save for the strange noises coming from chan’s room. peeking underneath the door, you were surprised to see that no lights were on; weird, considering it wasn’t that late yet and in the couple weeks you’ve known chan you’ve never seen him go to bed before midnight.
“chan?” you called out softly, knocking gently on the door. the sounds paused for a moment, and you were unsure of what to do next.
“...can i come in?” you asked after the silence continued. there was more scuffling behind the door, and you shrieked as you heard a loud bang from the other side. hurriedly, you ran to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife you could find before heading back to the mysterious room. heart racing, you slowly turned the handle and pushed open the door with a slow creak that sounded like something out of a cheesy horror movie.
in the darkness, you couldn’t see much besides a large silhouette outlined in the bright moonlight; you could see the rise and fall of a creature’s chest as it breathed heavily. you flicked on the light and gasped, dropping the knife to the floor. the loud clatter pierced the relatively silent room, and the creature’s gaze snapped up to meet yours. you stood frozen for a second, trying to understand what on earth a wolf was doing in your roommate’s bedroom. and ok sure, you know wolves are supposed to be big, but was this one bigger than normal? however what really threw you off was the wolf’s eyes; not the piercing blue or yellow you expected them to be, no, you knew these eyes all too well. they were the eyes you looked into when you laughed too hard at dumb videos together, the eyes that welcomed you home after a long day at work, the eyes of the boy you maybe kinda had developed a crush on despite knowing him for such a short time. you were staring directly into the eyes of your roommate, bang chan.
supernatural beings weren’t unheard of, but you chose not to believe the stories you heard on the news or through friends and coworkers. to be honest, you were quite scared of the thought that such creatures really existed in this world, living and walking amongst the crowds. you typically turned a blind eye to tales of pale skinned people lurking in alleyways at night or small animals going missing on full moons. unfortunately for you, it would be hard to pretend they didn’t exist when one was standing right in front of you.
--
you open the door cautiously, not sure what to expect on the other side. is he human-chan or wolf-chan, or some strange mix of the two? you peek through the crack and, luckily, human-chan stands awkwardly as you stand and stare at him, unblinking.
“hey y/n, um, so about last ni-”
“you couldn’t have told me you were a werewolf before the full moon?” you ask in annoyance, rubbing a hand over your face.
“well, i didn’t want you to freak out!”
“...so you thought me coming home to find a GIANT WOLF in your room would keep me totally calm??”
“ok ok look, i’m really sorry you had to find out this way,” chan says with a sigh, looking down at the floor. “i just-i didn’t want you to get scared and kick me out, y’know. i really like y-being roommates with you.”
you stare at chan in silence for a moment, thinking to yourself.
“i understand if you want me to move out, i can start looking for oth-”
“so do you like, howl at the moon and stuff?” you ask, folding your arms and leaning casually against the door frame. chan pauses and looks up at you, visibly relaxing at the teasing expression behind your tired eyes.
“i mean... sometimes,” he answers sheepishly.
“what about being pet? do you like scratches behind the ears?” you mock as you reach up to ruffle his hair. chan swats your hands away, cheeks flushed pink.
“no!!! well...kind of...i guess,” he explains, and you can’t help but laugh at the flustered mess of a boy standing before you.
“noted. well, why don’t you explain everything to me over breakfast? i dunno about you, but i’m hungry as a wolf,” you joke, wiggling your eyebrows.
“ha ha. funny,” chan deadpans. “but that sounds good to me, i’m starving!” chan grabs his coat and wallet, and you join him as the two of you leave your apartment, locking the door behind you. as you head down the stairs, a man on the way up gives you a look, and you have to suppress a giggle as chan growls lowly and grabs your arm protectively.
“what was that about?” you tease as you walk out into the crisp sunny morning.
“sorry, i can’t help it, it’s instinct,” he groans, embarrassed at himself.
“sounds like i’ve got a lot to learn about you,” you state. “and chan?”
i mean it was the beginning of the school year so it made sense
but of course you wanted to talk to him!!
turns out he is such a cool guy??
the dude can compose music, sing, rap, AND dance
talk about a quadruple threat
and he’s so smart and sweet too? we love nerds in this household
“Wait so you have to account for both up and down?”
“Well yeah because otherwise the ball would be stuck in the air right? but it’s coming down so we need to account for it going up and down which means you multiply that value by two”
“Chan you should be a physics professor” ;-;
he LOVES his friends
all of them
from the shortest one to the hyper one to the pretty one to the drop it like its hot one to the godlike one to the snake one to the meme one to the baby one --
you get what i mean
and if he loves his friends
he loves you!
aksjdfksdjfkj but we don’t say it like that cuz that dOES SOMETHING TO YOUR HEART
he’s also psychic
oops that was random
we went
TALENTED!
SMART!
SWEET!
AND NOW
*drumroll*
P S Y C H I C
*silence*
*sad trombone ‘woh woh wohhhh’ sound*
okay so lemme explain
there were some hard times in the beginning of the year
like you didn’t expect it but things happen
for example you failed a really big test and it tanked your score
the worst part was that it was the easiest class you took so you thought you would get a relatively good score
but the future loves to fuck around doesn’t it?
you remember asking the teacher to go to the bathroom after she passed back the test
and you gave a smile and bright eyes
no sign of tears or shaking or breaking down
even though you felt like it
once you were out you just went to a bench really far and cried :(
and by crying i mean shaking and trying to keep quiet because you can’t disrupt class...
hhh here have a cookie
anyways weirdly enough chan came??
and like within five minutes
“Hey you need a hug”
and you didn’t reject or deny it
you felt safe in his arms and stayed there for around five to ten minutes
but something sort of bugged you
something... sus
just a tiny bit
“Chan...how did you know where to find me? or more importantly, how did you know i was feeling sad?”
he just smiled and brushed the hair out of your face
“You think you’re the only one who had to take a breather or two? The boys and I’ve done it too and you actually came to one of the common spots so i figured”
hmmm
yeah that’s pretty believable
but your favorite part of him would be his eyes
there’s so much life in them
the way he can convey excitement, mirth, and just love
you’d be lying if you didn’t stare at them at least once each day
one time you just couldn’t hold yourself back
“You have really pretty eyes”
and i oop -
he stared back tilting his head
“Oh?”
you started apologizing
“I’m sorry that was weird wasn’t it --”
but he took your hand and smiled
“You have a prettier smile”
aksdjfksdjfksdjfksdjfk
YOUR HEART
ITS HIS
of course you have to one up
“Your eyes were always the prettiest”
honestly there’s nothing wrong with him
he’s just the perfect man
ahh but every time you say that
he just... denies it
“nah there are better humans out there”
and you’re out here like
EXCUSE ME
WDYM BETTER HUMANS??
I ONLY LIKE YOU??
hey reader is this a confession
well it’s a good thing that was in your head be careful next time --
ANYWAYS
yeah he’s the best
it’s been four months since you’ve met him and you were naturally a part of his friend group now
but things started to take a turn
you knew chan got sick often
and that he would miss out on many classes
but it started happening even more
fuck his immunity system honestly
like each day you look forward to him coming
and then he sends you the same text he always does
“can’t make it today sorry :(”
hhhhhhhhh
you offered to take care of him
but he didn’t want it
you asked the others if they could do it
but they just stared at you and shook their heads
goddammit
you had to help him one way or the other >:((
so you take pics of your notes and send him
make him flash cards and stuff like that
other times you’ll just tell him the answers to the test but he just closes his ears because hE’S HONEST
mhm sure
yet each time he smiles and says thank you your heart grows bigger
because finally you could be of some help
and it’s your way of repaying him for all the times he’s been there for you
but
he was there for you physically
all the time
why couldn’t you do the same?
it came to a point where you had to confront him about it
and you were going to do it tonight
because everything is better at night
everyone’s a lil sleepy
and maybe you can get him to agree
because when people are tired they don’t necessarily hear everything but they’ll agree to it anyways hehe
little did you know it was the worst night to choose
two words reader
full moon
funny how something so beautiful can create something so monstrous
you remember knocking the door
“Chan? You alive?”
no response
you knock again
but then you think maybe he’s asleep
but rather than going back to your dorm
you turn the knob
and would you look at that
it’s unlocked
dang it chan you could get robbed like that
and then you saw the living room
it was a mess
posters torn
broken glass
coffee stains on the rug
what the hell
did he actually get robbed?
worried you head straight for his room
“Chan where are you?!” you called out
and there
in place of a curled up sick human
was a beast
with a pillow torn and stuck between its teeth
you stumble back
oh shit
oh fuck
oh gOD
it wasn’t just any beast
it was a wolf
A WOLF
IN THE COLLEGE DORMS
HOW THE FUCK --
someone call animal control
THIS IS ILLEGAL
and suddenly you knew
it ate chan didn’t it --
spoiler alert: no it did not
but you were too shocked to comprehend anything
instead you bolted out of the dorm
with the wolf chasing after you
you tripped over the uneven carpets and nearly died on the stairs down
and soon enough you were outside on the campus
huffing and panting
you didn’t know where to go honestly
you couldn’t risk going to any of the boys’ places because that would put them in danger
and can’t take any classrooms because they’re all locked
maybe the bathrooms? but they’re small so you could be cornered
you hear a howl from behind
FUCK
where to go where to go where to go --
wait where was the wolf
you turned around to check
welp that was a bad move on your part
because once you did
you fell on your back
scared for your life you let out a piercing scream
a scream that called out to the one person who could save you
“CHAN!”
but as usual
no response as expected
no one was going to save you
you start sobbing, trying to force the jaw biting at you away
you no longer cared about the cuts and bruises on your hands and arms
you just wanted chan
you just wanted him to know if he’s okay
accepting your fate, you took one more look at the beast
and froze
its eyes
they weren’t of a wolf’s
they were human
and that’s when you knew
it had been chan this whole time
he clawed at you again but this time you couldn’t bring yourself to fight back
you kept apologizing
“I’m sorry you had to keep this to yourself”
“I’m sorry you couldn’t trust me”
“I’m sorry you felt like you were a monster”
a part of you felt like you deserved to be hurt
to be even killed
because how could you have not seen it this whole time?
how could you have blindly believed that chan was perfectly fine?
he was suffering alone this whole time
and you never knew
but by divine grace
the clouds had rolled in
covering the full moon’s light
the feeling of fur turned to skin
and the sounds of growls turned to whimpers
“(Y-Y/N) --”
you felt drops fall onto your cheeks and you open your eyes
chan was crying
his black shirt was torn as was his heart
he hurt you
you weakly raise your hand
“Your eyes were always the prettiest”
you don’t remember the rest after that
mainly since you passed out from the pain
he took you to the hospital
explained that you were attacked
which was technically kind of true
luckily you healed up pretty quick
just a few scars but nothing too bad
but after that hell of a night the two of you didn’t talk for weeks
mostly on chan’s part
you wanted to talk to him
but he kept avoiding you
much more than he originally had when he tried to hide his secret from you
and if you were being honest, you did feel betrayed
he could read you like a book and knew you like the back of his hand
but you?
it’s as if everything you knew about him was just one big lie
and now he doesn’t want to talk to you at all
it hurt like hell
but you knew that he was scared
scared of you
scared of the others
and most of all
scared of himself
he was a monster
no matter how much he tried to push it back
and act normal
he would be anything but
but you never thought of him like that
he was a good person
he just couldn’t help his condition
and you loved him
of course he didn’t believe that
and so he stayed locked up in his dorm
and took the alternative of online classes
when you heard the news from woojin your heart sank
it meant your notes were no longer needed
after all he has everything he needs online
and it comes to a point where weeks turn into months
not a single ‘hi’ or ‘what’s up’ is said between you two
heck chan didn’t even sit with the others anymore
you started feeling hollow inside
it was as if something was ripped away from you
you slipped into a depression of sorts
nothing was really worth trying anymore
but you still wanted to
and the rest of the year passed by like that
then final exams came in
stressed doesn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling
and with no one to really rely on it was hard
like of course there are the boys and they are very sweet!!
you won’t deny that
but they had their education and stresses as well
and they don’t really
they don’t really know how to get to you the way chan did
so you sit there alone
the library is quiet but you can still hear the whispers among study groups
and you’d prefer to hear their struggles than handle yours
after all staring at a textbook that seems to be filled with blurred words and hazy images wasn’t really all that fun
you wipe your eyes for what seemed the seventh time again
you hated crying
and it doesn’t help when your thoughts linger back to chan
god you missed him
so so much
how could you have messed up so bad?
you just wanted to help
that’s all
you wanted to look out for him
be there for him
love him
but now it’s too late
as is everything else
you bury your head in your arms
feeling helpless
hopeless
any other words that start with ‘h’ and end with ‘less’ tbh
hm
hhhhhhless
same difference
but you feel someone take a spot next to you and they wrap their arms around you
you don’t flinch and just stay there
and the tears keep slipping down
but rather than finding out who it is
you doze off and fall asleep in their arms
you were too tired to comprehend emotions, to study, to just handle life
and that’s understandable
now
i think you have an idea of who was with you
care to take a guess?
that’s right
chan
now you might be thinking
“Oh NOW he comes when i’m asleep motherfucker doesn’t want to talk to me at ALL --”
well calm down because he’s about to do you a giant favor
he slowly unlatches himself from you
and takes a look at your notes
god they were so short
and scribbled like a mess
he remembered the times when you used to take long elaborate notes
not a single detailed missed
it was unlike you to be so careless
but upon looking at your tear-streaked face
he couldn’t help but feel guilty
this was his fault wasn’t it?
he put you here
and that fear of hurting you again?
it came true
just not in the way he expected
“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, taking out a pencil
“I should have known better,”
with that he took notes from the textbook you were using
it was the least he could do
later that day you woke up to a neat set of notes
they weren’t perfect
but they were enough
you see a small note scribbled in the corner
“After this is all done would you like to maybe meet at my dorm? if you don’t want to it’s okay, but i think we should resolve this” ~ channie
:00
channie?
like
your channie?
you felt like crying again
but bish save those tears for the test
you decided that this was the time to pull yourself together
this could be good! chan finally felt comfortable to talk to you
and then it dawned on you
chan was the one who hugged you an hour ago
holy --
you gently touched your waist where his arms previously were
how they kept you in place
how did you not realize?
aGAIN
you would have hugged back :(
but either way you knew you were going to see him again
which was a GIANT relief
now rejuvenated from the interaction you got yourself ready for the first test
LETS GO READER YOU CAN DO THIS
WHOOOOO
and you did!!
turns out all the tests you failed from before were actually to prepare you for the final tests which were way easier
like to the point of fault oml
finally it was the end of the week and you found yourself fidgeting in front of chan’s dorm
you knocked on it like you did before
but this time
you waited for the door to open
and open it did
“Hey”
“Hey”
yeji and me: HEY HEY HEY
don’t worry we weren’t there to blast icy in your ears
anyways
he tells you to come in
and the room looked far different from that night
still messy tho mind you
boi can’t take care of himself for shit
you took a seat on his bed
and demanded an explanation
well not demanded
more like wanted one secretly but never asked for it
HE’LL TELL YOU OKAY DON’T FORCE IT
and today is the day!!
the both of you are so nervous cuz it’s been MONTHS since you’ve talked
like i can practically feel the anxiety from y’all
BREATHE READER BREATHE
YOU TOO CHAN
“So i owe you an explanation”
“Yeah”
“Uhhh well, I’m a werewolf”
“Mhm I figured”
“Okay I’m sorry--”
and you let out a laugh
the first one you’ve had
IN MONTHS
sorry i’m gonna be saying months a lot cuz it’s!! a!! long!! time!!
you have to exaggerate those types of time intervals okay???
he smiles awkwardly and then explains how you were never able to catch him
“I take what you guys would call ‘medication’ to suppress my wolf side but it makes me weak and sometimes the dosage isn’t enough depending on the moon”
:00
medication?
“Wait wait wait are there other werewolves out there?”
“... so you know my friend group?”
no fucking way
NOT THEM TOO
I --
and then you’re bursting with questions
how come they’re werewolves but not sick like chan was???
and he has to explain that they were werewolves by birth
so they had been able to master controlling it over the years
but chan? he was bitten and turned
“Wait like a vampire?”
“I -- okay yeah basically like a vampire... I hate that though”
I mean
He’s pale
Was out for your blood
Could probably rock a victorian era aesthetic
THAT’S AN IMAGINE FOR LATER
he explains that they were all stray wolves kicked out of their packs
and while they knew each other
they didn’t unite until they found him suffering alone
that’s when they decided to be a pack of their own
three hours were spent just answering questions like these and banter
and you felt yourself becoming light with euphoria
here you were
talking to chan as if it were just yesterday you were hanging out with him
but actually it was too many months ago
okay i’ll stop now --
after three hours and all questions spent the two of you sat in silence
you didn’t know what to do
well you did
but was it the right time?
hmm
better now than never
“Chan, um, this is sudden but... I really like you... more than a friend”
ewwwww
so cliche
honestly I’d do worse tho so good job reader for making it this far
he stared at you, his mouth parting in shock
“Me? After all the things I’ve done to you?”
you nod
“You didn’t mean to hurt me and that’s what matters. And if you could support me for being me, why can’t I do the same?”
CHECK
FUCKIN
MATE
sorry chan reader gotchu
best to surrender now
but at the same time you were like
shit
was this not the time
and as if he read your mind
“You know I’ve liked you too... I was just too scared to admit it”
welp both of you are scared fucks congratulations
but now you can be scared together!!
okay that doesn’t sound nice
i am sorry ;-;
“... is it weird that I want to kiss you?”
one shock after the other i --
first the boys are werewolves, then he likes you, then he wants to kiss you, and --
you could only giggle in response and shake your head
Summary: Since he hasn’t seen you in the last 3 months while you were studying abroad, Chan decides to go through with your movie-filled afternoon despite the fact he’s just started mating season.
a/n: here’s the thing. I got a request for Chan or Seungcheol during mating season and my dumb ass forgot I had mating season headcanons going on (which I haven’t done in y e a r s so like no wonder I forgot) so I wrote this entire oneshot before I realized I fucked up but I already wrote almost 3.5k words and I refuse to let it go to waste so for now, y’all get this because I am a hoe for Lee Chan thank u goodnight (it’s also like 3:30am when I’m posting this so no it hasn’t been looked over and yes there are probably spelling errors and it’s probably rushed and b a d but cut me some slack)
He gulped as you shifted to sit crisscross on the couch beside him. It was bad enough before, but now your shorts were riding up even more than before and it was sure to drive him completely insane. His growing claws were already digging into his thighs through his joggers -- he’d specifically put on black ones that were a little thicker to hide the fact he was completely 100% hard -- and now he was sure he was going to break skin or something. He’d never even thought of you in a sexual way, but now he couldn’t stop it because of his rut that had started that day.
Chan hadn’t seen you, his best friend, in 3 months. You were studying abroad in some country, leaving him alone without his partner in crime. He’d be damned before he cancelled on you the first day he was going to see you, mating season or not.
Clearly, that was a bad idea.
You were completely aware that Chan was a werewolf, and you knew what came with that. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was currently experiencing mating season that very afternoon. You’d barely looked at him, too engrossed in the movie to notice anything about him -- even his shifting was lost on you.
Despite the fact he needed the thick clothing to hide his hard on from you, Chan was dying in his joggers. His body heat was already spiked because of mating season, and it wasn’t helping that he had to make sure his lower half was completely covered. He was surprised he wasn’t sweating through his thin t-shirt.
“Hey, _____,” Chan spoke up, his voice sounding a little raspy so he cleared his throat before continuing, “do you mind turning the temperature down?”
“It’s your apartment,” you snorted, turning your head toward him to roll your eyes, “you do-- Hey, are you okay, dude?”
Chan’s skin was flushed and shiny with a sheen of sweat, and if you studied him closely enough, you could see he was shaking in short quick moves that looked like he was practically vibrating. You’d never seen Chan look or act like this before.
“Y-yeah...why?” he asked, but just looking in his reddening eyes, you could tell that was a lie.
“Chan, you look like you’re dying,” you told him, reaching a hand up to touch the back of it to his forehead.
You narrowed your eyes, pulling your hand back, “Alright, what’s up with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Chan.”
“I...I-I can’t tell you.”
You raised your eyebrows, “Why not?”
“It’s weird,” he groaned, but the noise only sounded half distressed -- you weren’t sure what the other half was, but it wasn’t anything you’d ever heard come from your best friend.
Your eyes glanced back at the TV to see that you’d apparently missed something big, and now one of the main characters was crying. You groaned, sitting up on your knees to reach across Chan for the remote to pause the movie.
“_____--!” Chan’s protest was cut off by a loud whimper as he felt your arm graze the erection in his pants.
Suddenly his arousal was increased by 1000, and it hurt even more than before. There was no way he was going to be able to sit here beside you and even seem remotely okay now.
You immediately sat back, staring wide-eyed at Chan as his head fell back against his couch, his eyes screwed shut as he reached for one of the throw pillows and covered his lap with it -- though you couldn’t help but notice he was slightly grinding up into it.
And then the answer hit you, and you felt like an idiot for not getting it sooner.
“Is this that mating season/heat thing?” you asked quietly.
Chan whined, “It’s not heat, it’s rut, first of all. I’m a man, _____.”
“Okay, sorry I’m not a werewolf expert,” you sighed.
There was a silence that fell between the two of you, and you could tell that Chan was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. The poor guy couldn’t even sit still.
You studied him for a moment before asking, “It’s this bad?”
He nodded move aggressively, his hips rutting up into the pillow, “It hurts...” he panted, unable to open his eyes -- if he did, he’d probably tackle you then and there. “M-maybe it’s better you leave. I d-don’t wanna do anything to you...”
Chan definitely wasn’t ugly. He was far from it, actually. Chan was probably one of the most flawless-looking human beings -- well, sort of human-being -- you’d ever seen. And he was your best friend whom you trusted with your life. You weren’t close with anybody else like you were with Chan, so honestly, the idea of helping Chan out wasn’t...awful. Actually, it kind of made you aroused, too.
And Chan smelled that change, groaning louder before it faded to a whimper, “You smell so s-sweet. _____, if you don’t leave, y-you’ll get hurt...”
Chan’s eyes suddenly snapped open as he felt the pillow getting pulled away from him. He sat up, locking eyes with you as you gripped the fabric of the pillow in one hand, pulling it up from his lap.
“_____, don’t,” he warned.
But the look in Chan’s red eyes was anything but menacing, so you kept going. He didn’t fight back when you took the pillow away, and his eyes never left yours as your hand slowly moved to cover his clothed erection. There was a whimper deep in his chest as you slowly started palming him, his hips bucking up into your hand.
His hand gripped your wrist, and you thought he was going to tell you to stop, but instead, he begged for the opposite.
“Please don’t stop,” he whined, looking and sounding so small and vulnerable.
“I won’t,” you promised. “I’m gonna help you feel better.”
Your hand slid into the waistband of Chan’s joggers and his boxers, wrapping around his length. His eyes fluttered closed as he shivered at your touch, unable to comprehend how amazing just slowly stroking him felt. His senses were way too heightened, so even just your skin on his felt like his skin was on fire.
Your fingers swiped over his tip, smearing precum down his length while you pumped him slowly, taking in every twitch of his face. It seemed like anything you did made him moan and dig his nails -- well, now claws -- into the couch, ripping them open. But despite the fact he was ruining his furniture, Chan didn’t seem to care. He was too focused on the pleasure you were giving him, keeping his eyes screwed shut to take it all in.
His eyes suddenly snapped open feeling something warm and wet around him, eliciting a growl from his chest. His head snapped up and he looked down, only to see you bent over with your lips wrapped around his cock, unaware that he was even watching you.
Chan let out a shaky breath of your name, both hands moving to run through your hair and hold it out of your face. It was taking everything in him to not snap his hips up and fuck your face, but he couldn’t stop the little twitches of his hips as you took him further, further, further into your mouth. It wasn’t until your nose brushed against his skin after taking all of him in that his hips relaxed and he let out a low groan.
“Fuck, _____...” he breathed as you stayed there, trying to relax your gag reflex.
When you felt comfortable enough, you swallowed.
That was it for Chan.
Your hair was suddenly being gripped harder as Chan began to thrust up into your mouth at an insane speed. Soft growls and snarls came from his chest, a few containing your name or a few profanities. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t control himself, but you also didn’t seem to care, either. You just kept your hands pressed to his clothed thighs, letting him use you however he wanted as saliva dribbled from your mouth.
Your cheeks hollowed, causing Chan’s hands to fly to wherever he could dig his claws into -- the couch was once again his victim.
“God, fuck,” he groaned, letting you bop your head at your own quick pace. He looked down at you, watching your movements with shallow breaths. “_____, I’m-- ah, fuck!”
Chan twitched and suddenly released in your mouth, apparently even taking him by surprise. He was just so overly-sensitive from mating season that it didn’t take much to get him to cum that quickly. But he wasn’t embarrassed by it, and he also wasn’t done, either. Even once you’d swallowed everything that had spurted down your throat and took your mouth off of him, his erection still stood hard and red like nothing had ever happened.
The entire time you were sucking him off, Chan could smell your arousal easily, and it was driving him absolutely insane. But since he’d already let go and let his instincts take over, he didn’t hold back from pulling you into his lap and kissing you intensely. It took you by surprise, but you didn’t push away or go stiff. You kissed him back, arms winding around his neck as he positioned your legs to straddle him.
“Can I be honest with you?” he asked between kisses before his mouth was moving across your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin to make soft red marks.
You just nodded, letting out a soft moan when he sucked on a particular spot.
But nothing could’ve prepared you for the words that came from Chan next.
His eyes darkened in an instant, looking at you like you were his prey. His voice was a low growl as he said, “I’ve never wanted to fuck anybody more in my life.”
His words and the tone he said them in sent heat shooting straight down to your center as your cheeks burned up. Nobody had ever said anything like that to you, and nobody had ever looked at you like Chan was. It was all just...a lot. But, admittedly, you liked it.
“Then do it,” you told him.
The way you looked and sounded so small made Chan feel like he had even more power over you, and he loved it. That was all he needed was that little confirmation. One hand went around your waist, pressing into your back to push you into him. At the same time, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a heated kiss, his other hand going to the nape of your neck to hold you in place. Without breaking the kiss, he moved his hands under your thighs before he stood -- his werewolf strength still continued to amaze you. He effortlessly carried you to his bedroom, his lips moving down to nip and suck at your neck while your hands moved up to play with his hair.
“You don’t know how fucking amazing you smell,” he mumbled against your skin as he walked through the open door.
You wanted to press your legs together, embarrassed that Chan was able to smell your arousal, but with him between your legs as he carried you over to his bed, it wouldn’t have done much.
Chan chuckled as he felt your thighs clench anyway, “Don’t be so shy. We’re best friends, ______.”
“I forgot your stupid werewolf senses catch everything,” you grumbled, burying your face in his hair.
He all but tossed you down on his bed, his red eyes boring into yours. He straddled your thighs, his index fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and underwear as he all but ripped them off of you, getting them down your legs faster than you or anybody ever had. His eyes turning dark as he shoved his own bottoms down, unable to take the heat taking over his body anymore. His t-shirt was then swiftly removed, leaving only you clothed now in just your bra and shirt.
Arousal burned in your lower abdomen as you watched Chan’s movements, his eyes never leaving yours, either. His skin was practically glowing from the afternoon sun that streamed in from the windows, making him look almost godlike. He rolled you over before pulling on your hips to get you to sit up on your knees, and then it hit you that you were actually about to have sex with your best friend. And yet, you didn’t want to stop.
You felt Chan lean over your back, his lips by your ear as he roughly whispered, “I bet you’re so wet right now, aren’t you?”
You whimpered as you felt the tip of his dick rub against your folds, Chan growling into your neck at the feeling.
“God, you are,” he moaned before he finally thrust into you slowly, making you gasp as you felt every inch of him stretch you out and fill you up. “Fuck, you’re so tight, too. You feel so good around me, ______.”
You would’ve thought it would be weird to have your best friend say these things to you, but it only turned you on even more. Besides, you knew mating season was going to make him say a lot of things he wouldn’t normally ever say to you. You also knew it was going to make him very possessive, and you expected that to come out a lot, too. You weren’t his mate, but right now, you belonged to him.
With Chan’s instincts taking over, he didn’t even pause to ask if you were okay -- but with how wet and aroused you were, you were completely fine. He gripped your hair with one hand, keeping the other on your hip as he began thrusting into you at a rough, fast pace that made you gasp before loudly moaning out his name.
“Does that feel good?” he panted, his hand releasing your hair and stroking down your back to grip your hip.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” you moaned, gripping his pillows as your eyes screwed shut.
“Bet nobody else has ever fucked you as good as me, huh?” he asked, his bangs falling in his face and sticking to his forehead.
You couldn’t help but giggle softly as how your playful best friend had turned into this possessive dom, but it quickly turned into a moan with the smile still on your face, “No, Chan.”
Chan’s head fell back feeling you laugh while he was inside you. He’d never felt that before, but it felt amazing. He suddenly grabbed your hair again and yanked, pulling you up until your back was flush with his front. You yelped, but you didn’t mind the pain.
You felt his hand move from your hair to your throat, gripping tight enough to make you a little lightheaded, but not so tight that you couldn’t breath. With nothing else to hold onto, you gripped his arm and wrist with both of your hands, your eyes closing as he continued to thrust into you with his other arm wrapped around your torso.
“I can’t believe you’re laughing right now,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your shoulder.
“I’m just not used to you being so-- ah, Chan!” you whimpered at the end, feeling his length brush against that spot that had you clenching around him.
Chan smirked, the hand not squeezing your throat moving down to your clit, “Not laughing now, are you?”
“D-do that again,” you begged, your hands blindly reaching out to grip the headboard in front of you.
Chan angled his hips to hit the same spot, not letting up on the speed or intensity of his thrusts. With his fingers moving in quick circles on your clit, your eyes were rolling in the back of your head from the pleasure -- that of which was heightened from Chan’s grip on your neck.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you gasped, trying to get air into you but you just felt like you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs even though you could breathe perfectly fine. Everything just felt too hot and suffocating but it was in the best way possible. “Shit! Chan, fuck!”
“Are you gonna cum?” he rasped, his sharp fangs grazing your skin. “Are you gonna cum for me, _____?”
All you could manage was loud mewls and whimpers as you nodded as best as you could with his hand around your throat.
Chan was close himself, and the strong instinct to bite you and mark you as his was starting to wash over him. That tiny part of him that wasn’t fogged over with lust was screaming at him not to -- marking was only meant for his true mate -- but it was just a natural need that came with sex. He wouldn’t do it, but he felt like he had to.
Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, having you crying out as you arched your back away from Chan. He continued to thrust into you and rub your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm as you clenched around his cock, sending him careening over the edge as well.
Chan pulled out just in time, pumping his length as he came on his hand, your ass, and a little bit on his bedding. He groaned out your name as he bit his lip, drawing a little bit of blood thanks to his fangs.
Chan didn’t stop moving his fingers against you until you were twitching and whining from the overstimulation. He carefully laid you down on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath, and he thanked Mother Nature or whoever it was that controlled mating season and his instincts that he was satisfied -- at least for now -- because you didn’t seem like you were in any condition for another round right now.
“One sec,” he sighed as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and got off the bed.
You just laid there, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Did you really have sex with your best friend? More importantly, was it actually the best sex you’d had ever?
The answer to both questions was yes, and you couldn’t believe either of those things.
Chan came back with a towel and some new blankets. He cleaned you off before he helped you off of the bed, asking if you were sore or needed help putting your clothes on. When you reassured him you were fine, you put your underwear back on while Chan changed the messy blanket to a clean one.
“Listen, I don’t expect you to help me all week,” he told you as he grabbed his boxers and put those on -- he left it at that since he was still way too hot for anything else. “You should probably leave before...that starts up again.”
You shrugged, “Honestly...I didn’t mind it.”
Chan was surprised, freezing as he went to lay down in bed, “You didn’t?”
“Nah,” you told him as you laid back down, letting out a sigh. “It wasn’t as awkward as I figured sex with my best friend would be, and honestly, it really was the best sex I’d had.”
Chan gave an embarrassed laugh, laying down beside you, “Yeah, sorry about whatever I said during that. Instincts kinda take over and I get super territorial and shit. I feel like I have to be like, the alpha male, I guess.”
“Don’t worry about it. If it was weird, I would’ve left already.”
“Well, since you’re staying...would you mind if like, maybe until I find my mate if like...you would help me out whenever it hits...? It’s totally fine if you say no! But it’s only twice a year anyway, but I get that it might be a lot since it’s--”
You giggled, nodding as you turned your head to look at Chan, “Yeah, sure, dude.”
“Cool,” he smiled his classic bright smile with a nod. You couldn’t help but wonder how Chan didn’t look like a fucking mess after all that. His bangs were in his eyes but it worked for him, especially in the glow of the warm afternoon sun. “Thanks, _____.”
“Anything for you, Channie,” you told him, lightly hitting his chest with the back of your hand.
“Well,” he sighed as he got up from the bed, “since you’re staying, I should grab some water and snacks since we’ll be here a while.”
“Do I have time for a nap or something?” you asked, sitting up as he went toward the cracked bedroom door.
“Can’t promise how long,” he chuckled. As he opened the door wide enough for him to exit, he paused and turned to you. “Oh yeah, welcome home, _____.”
The familiar scent of your shared cabin, cedar, ozone, and Chan’s clean, masculine scent, is suddenly contaminated. The air is so thick it feels like velvet on your tongue, heavy with something metallic and sweet, like burnt sugar mixed with raw, untamed power. The heat has come early, fierce, and entirely unexpected.
You find Chan in the center of the room, shirtless, his muscles corded and twitching. He is pacing, a low, frantic energy radiating from him. His skin is flushed with fever, glistening with sweat that is already soaking the collar of his jeans. His eyes, usually crinkled in a familiar smile, are blown wide, pupils dark wells drowning out the gold.
He sees you and stumbles back, hitting the wall. “Don’t,” he groans, the word ripped from his throat, layered with a warning growl. “Get out. My suppressants… they.... I can’t be around you right now.”
But you refuse to leave. You are his best friend. You know this raw, dangerous side of him is still him, and you can’t stand to see him in such excruciating suffering. “Chan, you’re burning up,” you say, reaching a hand out.
He flinches away, his breath ragged, smelling of musk and panic. “If you stay,” he warns, the growl now dominant, “I won’t stop. I can’t.”
His heavy, intoxicating scent thickens in the space, pulling at something primal deep inside you, a low, insistent ache you never knew you had. It’s no longer just his fear you smell, it’s his raw, pheromones, a demand you suddenly crave to meet. His skin, where it shines with sweat, feels like a furnace against the sudden clamminess of your own. You take another step toward him. His entire body trembles, his struggle visible in the way his fists clench and unclench.
“Stop,” he begs, but the plea in his voice is fractured, desperate, asking you to break his discipline.
The first touch is accidental, but so desperate and devastating. You reach for his arm, and his hand clamps down on your wrist, hard, his grip too tight for friendship. Before you can register the pain, he drags your arm forward, pulling your scent gland right to his muzzle.
He doesn't bite. He simply breathes, taking in your scent in a deep, shivering inhale that drags raggedly over the delicate skin of your throat. His nose is rough, cool, and wet. The friction makes a wave of dizzying heat rush straight to your core, turning your insides soap-slick and trembling with immediate need.
He stumbles out an apology, but instinct is already winning. His hands are already on your waist, pulling you against the hard ridge of his erection, which is hot and straining against his denim. He closes his eyes, his voice desperate, feral, barely tethered to humanity.
“Please, just this once. Let me? Let me claim you. I need you.”
You can only nod, the single movement a surrender that sends the feverish gold back into his eyes. Once you give in, it is raw, messy, and urgent. He rips your remaining clothes away, his hands hot and possessive, driven by pure instinct. He slams you down onto the furs, his weight heavy, his scent overpowering, and his mouth immediately claims your neck again, nuzzling deep and hard. You are already slick with your own rising heat, dripping and aching for him. He doesn’t waste time. He prepares you with brutal, skilled efficiency, fingers pushing deep past comfort into desperate necessity, the friction of his hand against your slick core making you cry out.
“So warm- fuck,” he groans, his hips already aligning. “You’ll take it, won’t you? Take all of me.”
He pushes forward with the full, heavy force of his rut, burying himself in one deep, commanding thrust. Your back arches against the thick fur, the deep, full possession stealing the air from your lungs. He immediately begins the bruising rhythm, hard, fast, and purposeful. His intent is clear… Fill you completely, to seal the bond. He uses one hand to clamp your hips down, pulling your pelvis into the precise angle required to ensure maximum depth and retention.
“Mine. You are only mine now,” he snarls, the words punctuating every deep, punishing stroke.
As he reaches his peak, his entire body tenses, and you feel the unmistakable pressure of his form shifting, the knot swells and locks you together. It’s an agonizing, magnificent feeling of physical entrapment, holding him deep, deep inside your core. He groans, the sound of his cum spilling hot and heavy into your heat-driven body. But even after his first orgasm, he doesn't stop.
The knot slowly recedes, allowing a sliver of separation, but as he pulls back slightly, a thick, white trail of his seed spills onto the fur between your thighs. Chan's exhausted sigh immediately turns into a low, murderous snarl.
"No," he commands, his voice thick with rage and desperation. "Need to keep it in, baby, or it won't take."
His wolf demands more. He pushes up on his elbows, panting, eyes blazing gold. He flips you roughly onto your stomach, pushing your hips up to expose you completely. He yanks you back against his hip, holding your waist tight. He takes you again and again, the new angle leaving you overstimulated, gasping, dripping with sweat and his essence. He pushes faster, harder, flooding you with hot seed until you feel swollen, heavy, and completely bred.
When the fever finally begins to fade, the primal frenzy giving way to exhaustion, he collapses heavily on top of you, panting, the knot still locking you together from the second, more aggressive round. The feeling of being so full, so thoroughly claimed and sealed, is overwhelming. He refuses to pull out, grinding his hips lazily, the friction dull and deeply possessive.
“Mine,” he mumbles into your throat, his breath hot and ragged. “You smell like mine now. You’re full of me.”
He licks the sweat from your throat, a low, rasping sound, then gently nuzzles your jaw, scent-marking you like a sated mate claiming his prize. The gesture is both fierce and tender.
“Don't you dare move,” he whispers, his voice thick with satisfied dominance. “Gotta keep it in you. My knot belongs inside you. We’re done cleaning up. Just stay.”
You lie tangled beneath his heavy, protective weight, utterly spent. The line between best friends is gone. You trace the sharp curve of his jaw, pressing closer, realizing with a deep, calm satisfaction that you can’t even bring yourself to regret a single second.
