Werewolf Chris's First Rut With You (pt 1)

Werewolf Chris's first rut with you (pt 1)

(Sorry I haven't posted much this week, too many new cases at work >< also trying to play all the REs.....😅 also the reason why I'm breaking this up into 2 parts. 🥺

I did write this as fem reader and nb reader. The nb version is below the 'read more'. Also do you guys like the fem and gn versions?)

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo. This isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Warnings: werewolf/hybrid, lemons/smut soon

The first time Chris had a rut you were away for work. All 10 days of his rut was absolute hell for him. At first, he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was absolutely uncomfortable in any sort of piece of clothing, he was hot, and his temper was a bit short. Not to mention he was constantly fucking his fist every few hours like a teenager. He was grateful you weren’t around because he was also taking all your clothes, especially your panties. He made a nest of your clothes on the bed, mainly to surround himself with your scent but also for another use. He felt like he was stuck in a fever dream.

He was able to pull himself together on the last day to clean up the place. When you returned home, you noticed some of your clothes were missing. Assuming you put them somewhere else in the closet, you didn’t think much of it. You also noticed your boyfriend acting a bit strange. Being a tad more protective, agitated, even territorial. When he came by to pick you up from work for lunch, you were outside talking to another coworker. Chris walked up to the two of you, putting his arm around your waist as he puffed out his chest.

The second time his rut hit him, you were thankfully out of town for work again. This time though seemed worse than the first time. Day two of you being gone, he woke covered in sweat, looking for anything and everything that smelt like you. He emptied out the closet of your clothes and unceremoniously put them on the bed. He was blasting the air conditioner, even though it was the middle of spring. He laid on the bed chest heaving and panting, skin clammy with sweat, cock fully erect begging for any sort of relief. His hands weren’t doing it for him. He needed your soft lips wrapped around his cock, the tight walls of your pussy milking him for everything he has to offer.

A few days pass, a taxi drops you off outside the door to your shared house. Grabbing your bags you made your way inside. You kicked off your shoes and placed your bags down, "Baby I got home ear-". You turned around to find your home a complete mess. The cabinets were open and there was food on the floor. The cushions in the living room were thrown around. Some had gashes in them. Looked like a wild animal ran amuck through the whole house. "Chris?", you tried to listen for any response but were met with silence.

You checked all the rooms for your beefy boyfriend, but still no luck. Until you heard heavy breathing and grunting coming from your shared bedroom. Letting your anxiety get the best of you opened the door, not even thinking about knocking. There you saw Chris stark naked laying on the bed, cock erected and throbbing. The tip was red, cum running down his length. His thighs were covered in his seed. The pillows and blankets were thrown everywhere, empty water bottles littered the whole room, your clothes were everywhere. He didn't seem to notice your presence.

Not so much worried about the state of the house, you slowly walked over to the side of the bed, "Chris sweetie?" You called out, noting the pain look on his face. You reached out to move some of his hair from his sweaty forehead. His eyes fluttered open your name on his lips. "Hey, what's wrong?" you asked with a worried tone combing your fingers through his damp hair. His chest was heaving rapidly, his cock twitching every time you smoothed your hand through his damp hair.

"What can I do for you?" You searched his face for an answer before you saw something flash in his eyes. He sat up and wrapped his large hands around your wrists, and pulled you onto the bed. The next thing you knew, your back was pressed into the mattress and both wrists pinned next to your head. "Jesus Chris!", you yelped, struggling against him. He brought his head down to your neck, rubbing his nose into it, taking in your scent. He let out a low growl before digging his canines into the delicate skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "C-chris!" you stammered, feeling him buck his pelvis into you. "My... mate….." he grunted, tracing his tongue over your pulse.

"C-chris! So help me g-", you blurted out before he smashed his lips upon yours. Darting his tongue between your lips massaging against yours. He hungrily swallows your moans, continuing to grind his heated shaft against you. Your mind grew fuzzy as his lips melded into yours until you heard the sound of clothing being torn. Your buds harden from the cool air hitting your skin, goosebumps litter your body. One of his large hands came up to squeeze your breast, his nails lightly digging into the flesh. Twisting the bud between his fingers, pulling such a sweet mewl from you. He released your swollen lips, trailing open wet kisses down your jaw, between the valley of your breasts, before latching around the other pebbled flesh. A soft gasp left your lips as you felt his teeth close around the bud. You looked down at him to see him already looking up with you, hunger present in his eyes along with something else. Your heart skipped, feeling a tingle between your legs. You quickly looked away, the heat rushing to your cheeks, suddenly feeling shy in front of the man you’ve been with for years.

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The first time Chris had a rut you were away for work. All 10 days of his rut was absolute hell for him. At first he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was absolutely uncomfortable in any sort of piece of clothing, he was hot, and his temper was a bit short. Not to mention he was constantly fucking his fist every few hours like a teenager. He was grateful you weren’t around because he was also taking all your clothes, especially your underwear. The made a nest of your clothes on the bed, mainly to surround himself in your scent but also for another use. He felt like he was stuck in a fever dream.

When you returned home, you noticed some of your clothes were missing. Assuming you put them somewhere else in the closet, you didn’t think much of it. You also noticed your boyfriend acting a bit strange. Being a tad more protective, agitated, even territorial. When he came by to pick you up from work for lunch, you were outside talking to another coworker. Chris walked up to the two of you, putting his arm around your waist as he puffed out his chest.

The second time his rut hit him, you were thankfully out of town for work again. This time though seemed worse than the first time. Day two of you being gone, he woke covered in sweat, looking for anything and everything that smelt like you. He emptied out the closet of your clothes and unceremoniously put them on the bed. He was blasting the air conditioner, even though it was the middle of spring. He laid on the bed chest heaving and panting, skin clammy with sweat, cock fully erect begging for any sort of relief. His hands weren’t doing it for him. He needed your soft lips wrapped around his cock, the tight walls of your sex milking him for everything he has to offer.

A few days pass, a taxi drops you off outside the door to your shared house. Grabbing your bags you made your way inside. You kicked off your shoes and placed your bags down, "Baby I got home ear-". You turned around to find your home a complete mess. The cabinets were open and there was food on the floor. The cushions in the living room were thrown around. Some had gashes in them. Looked like a wild animal ran amuck through the whole house. "Chris?", you tried to listen for any response but was met with silence.

You checked all the rooms for your beefy boyfriend, but still no luck. Until you heard heavy breathing and grunting coming from your shared bedroom. Letting your anxiety get the best of you opened the door, not even thinking about knocking. There you saw Chris stark naked laying on the bed, cock erected and throbbing. The tip was red, cum running down his length. His thighs were covered in his seed. The pillows and blankets were thrown everywhere, empty water bottles littered the whole room, your clothes everywhere. He didn't seem to notice your presence.

Not so much worried about the state of the house, you slowly walked over to the side of the bed, "Chris sweetie?" You called out, noting the pain look on his face. You reached out to move some of his hair from his sweaty forehead. His eyes fluttered open your name on his lips. "Hey, what's wrong?," you asked with a worried tone combing your fingers through his damp hair. His chest was heaving rapidly, his cock twitching every time you smoothed your hand through his damp hair.

"What can I do for you?" You searched his face for an answer before you saw something flash in his eyes. He sat up and wrapped his large hands around your wrists, and pulled you onto the bed. The next thing you knew, your back was pressed into the mattress and both wrists pinned next to your head. "Jesus Chris!", you yelped, struggling against him. He brought his head down to your neck, rubbing his nose into it, taking in your scent. He let out a low growl before digging his canines into the delicate skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "C-chris!" you stammered, feeling him buck his pelvis into you. "My... mate….." he grunted, tracing his tongue over your pulse.

"C-chris! So help me g-", you blurted out before he smashed his lips upon yours. Darting his tongue between your lips massaging against yours. He hungrily swallows your moans, continuing to grind his heated shaft against you. So lost in the kiss, you missed how his hands quickly unbuttoned your clothing. Trailing wet open kisses down your sternum, before latching around the other pebbled flesh. A soft gasp let your lips as you felt his teeth close around the bud. You looked down at him to see him already looking up with you, hunger present in his eyes along with something else. Your heart skipped, feeling a tingle between your legs. You quickly looked away, the heat rushing to your cheeks, suddenly feeling shy in front of the man you’ve been with for years.

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WHAT YOU SAY GOES, SIR- part 1

A/N- First chapter is not too smutty but you'll see how dom Joel can be and torture the Reader. If you don't like reading this kind of stuff, then you can read my other fluffy fluff imagine for Joel!

Summary- Reader is being a brat when she's at Joel's class and decides to show how she feels for him and test If he feels the same. Turns out that Joel isn't empty for the Reader.

Warnings- Lots of dirty talk, tigh grinding, daddykink , torturing, age difference , prof!Joel

If there was one thing or person that made history class interesting, it would definitely be Mr. Joel Miller. You liked the history lesson a little bit, but the professor who took your class couldn't explain it well. There was no such thing in man's nature. He also seemed like an interesting man. His hair and beard were white and he was lecturing like a scientist.

But then everyone in his class was overjoyed when they heard he was retiring. And that man was replaced by the most handsome and well-behaved man you've ever seen. From the moment he entered the classroom, you couldn't take your eyes off him. When he gave you assignment, you always wanted to go to him and show him the places you couldn't (although you could) and your desire to see him increased with each passing day. But you knew that nothing like this would be possible between you. It was not age. Yes, maybe there was age, of course, but you didn't know if he was married yet. You hadn't seen a ring on his finger and you couldn't have asked him that either, would you?

There was someone in class who caught Mr. Joel Miller's attention, and it was you, but you didn't realize it until he told you. Two weeks after he came, he called you and told you how well you listened to the lesson and you should continue like this, but you were only focused on his eyes and you weren't thinking about anything else. With his back turned, you were watching how he carried his muscular body, how the veins in his hands moved while writing on the board, his facial expressions when talking to someone, everything, hoping not to get caught by him.

You woke up because of that nightmare you had while you were lying in bed unaware that your alarm went off, and when you looked at the clock, you realized you were 10 minutes late for class. Campus was close to your house, so you dressed quickly and left. The tension was heightened when you remembered that your first lesson was with Mr. Joel Miller as you quickened his steps every second. Depending on his mood, he sometimes took the latecomers, but sometimes he was unforgiving. Hoping that his mood is good and that he doesn't turn you away, you walked through the door and ran down the hallway to the classroom. You were out of breath when you came to the door of the classroom, but that didn't stop you from knocking. When you opened the door, all eyes were on you, including Joel. You felt the need to look around, but you had to explain.

''Sir I'm so sorry I'm late I just didn't hear my alarm and somehow it got under my bed very deeply. I really tried to come here as quickly as I can. I'm so ask-" Mr. Miller interrupted your speech, raising his hand and nodding to the benches. You nodded your head in a thank you and sat down. It felt good to see that there was nothing that made him angry or moody today because you've been thinking about how to explain your feelings for him for a long time, but talking in person would be complete nonsense because you weren't sure if he felt anything like that. So there was only one thing you had to do.

After looking around and making sure no one was looking your way, you took the handout and went to Mr. Miller's desk and whispered to him so as not to disturb anyone.

“Sir can you have a look at my paperwork because I think I did some mistakes and I'm not pretty sure what to write to these blanks” He gave you a smile and gestured for you to sit on the empty chair next to him. This is where the event started. You rubbed your legs, which weren't too far anyway, but Mr. Miller didn't quite grasp it, he was too busy staring at his paper. You rubbed longer this time, thinking he didn't understand what you were trying to do. Sensing a stir on his side, Mr. Miller glanced at you and then realized what you were doing. Your heart was beating so fast as if it was going to explode. There was also a sense of rejection and fear of being disgraced. But as Mr. Miller did something unexpected, he leaned into your ear and whispered these words that got you even more excited:

"Look at you. You can't even sit where you are. What do you want me to do, huh? Fuck you when all of your friends are here? Yeah you would want that, wouldn't you pretty girl? “ You nodded yes, but you knew it wasn't serious. To play even more, you put your right leg on top of his left leg and started rubbing against him with your lower area.

Mr. Miller squeaked in dissatisfaction and placed his hand on your leg, looking around. At that moment, with a glance at you, he lowered his leg over yours and stood up. He said that the lesson was over before the lesson was even over, and everyone could disperse. Although it upsets you that he did such a thing when you thought your plan had worked, you quietly took your bag and stood up. Everyone had left by then, but only you and Mr. Miller remained. He walked forward to the door and locked it. You gave him meaningless looks, but he just grinned.

''You think you would get away with this? You know how inappropriate this is? Snuggling to your professor while you're in class and student are here? But you did like this, didn't you?" You focused on his eyes again, and every word he said made his heart race faster. He rushed over to you and took your chin in his strong, muscular hands. He blew his breath into your face, bringing his face close to it, and it made you shiver. You closed your eyes and waited for his next move. You were literally prey in his hands, and you wanted him to eat you.

''But I want an answer sweet girl. Just talk to me. Tell me what you want. You want me to fuck you on this desk until you're begging me to stop? Or do you really deserve it? Nah you definitely do not. First I have to punish you for being such a dirtly little brat that you're hooking up with me in class. Then maybe you can get reward but first you're going to listen to me little one. Understood?” You swallow hard and shake your head, but not satisfied. Clenching your chin between his hand even more, he turned his face to the side and brought his mouth close to your ear, letting a breath out there.

''You know I don't like it when people don't talk so just say it. Let's try it again, Yeah?' You said 'yes sir' in a low voice, but he didn't like it. ''What did you just say? I didn't hear you kitten. What you should say to me?”

The pain underneath was unbearable and you were writhing in his hand. Now, to put an end to this game, his eyes were shining when you said those inviting words by looking into his eyes.

“What you say goes, Sir” With these words, he grabbed your waist and laid you on the table with a lithe motion and made you turn your back. You shivered as the cold table skin touched your skin, but you didn't move.

''Now I want you to say to me how bad do you want this. You gotta earn your reward so behave , yeah? Are you gonna behave little girl? Are you gonna be daddy's kitten? Tell me how bad do you want me to punish you. “ You quickly said the words he wanted with a groan. A whimper came out of your mouth as he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to him, but it was replaced by the sound of kisses on each other's lips. It was almost like time stopped, everyone disappeared, it was just the two of you, but that didn't change the fact that you were in school. And he left you with a knock on the door reminding you of that, and you looked into the mirror beside the table to tidy up and straightened your hair. When you looked towards the door, Mr. Miller was opening the curtain of the door and there was a knock on the door. Eventually the sound stopped and Mr. Miller had opened the door and was talking to the professor who had knocked on the door.

'' Hey, sorry I was having a private talk with my student and I actually didn't want anyone to interrupt us. We were just leaving. “ After picking up his purse from the table, he took one look at you before leaving and hurried out the door. Taking a deep breath, you went to the bathroom and splashed water on your face before entering the next lesson. What you went through was not easy and everyone could see it if you didn't forget that you did it in a public place .Although your inner voice said that there was no such thing, it was an unacceptable thing. Just as you were coming out of the toilet, you were startled by the message on your phone and you took it out of your bag to read it. It was a number you didn't recognize, but you knew immediately who it was because of what he wrote.

*Meet me outside of campus after your classes are over. I'll take you.*

You read the message at least ten times to make sure you saw it, and each time your excitement grew. You went to your next lesson wishing it would pass quickly and Mr. Miller became the prince of your dreams.

Def Five would say that 😆

Five: I want to kiss you.

Y/N, not paying attention: What?

Five: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

How can she be so hot 🥵🤤

are you ever going to actually write something because I always see you in the ellie x reader tags but I never see actual writing

I published an imagine yesterday. If you want to check it out , here  https://multifandomgurl.tumblr.com/post/689404506806665216/shut-up-make-me These things take me long to write even though some of you guys have the idea because I don't want to write the same I write in some of my fics.