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One of A Kind - Hybrid![B.C.]

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 [𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈], 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐑𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐛-𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭?

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝!𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 & 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬!

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 :

As a wolf hybrid, Chris takes a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. When he ends up in a relationship with you, he wants to take care of you - wants to be there for you, be the man of the house; and sometimes this causes you to think he may have misogynistic tendencies only to soon realize it's just because he's part wolf and sees himself as the Alpha.

He's very social. He's the charismatic one of you two, even if you're outgoing; He'll introduce the two of you together, order for you, greet strangers he doesn't know if they're looking in his direction - He's extremely social, it's just how he is. He'll also introduce you to his friends just days after beginning to date him.

Like it or not, licking is a thing. He'll cuddle up with you for movie night and you'll end up falling asleep because he'll lick over your neck and the side of your face, caring and gentle and kind. He'll stop if you stir, though, annoyed with the feeling in your sleep. He understands it's a bit odd for you.

He's doting on certain occasions. Example; If you're younger than him and you grow sick, he'll immediately take it upon himself to take care of you in any way he can and stick by your side the entire time. If you're older than him and he gets sick, he'll secretly hope for you to care for him in his time of need. He may even verbally ask for you to dote on him a bit more often.

Takes it upon himself to teach you things he knows about. He wants to show you how to cook special meals, how to properly wrap wounds, how to figure out where to put a nail in the wall and hang decor. Anything at all - It's natural for wolves to want to pass knowledge along younger pups and he sees you as one of his own, so he wants to pass some knowledge to you as well. And any time he learns a better technique for something, he'll share it with you, too.

He's one of mutual respect. Though he sees himself as the Alpha, he doesn't think of you as any less. He treats you equally, doesn't put you down, doesn't treat you like a child or a pup or something beneath him.

He is extremely loyal down to the bone. Not only in your relationship, but his friendships, his commitments - You're having a date at 12:30 PM on Friday? He's there at exactly 12:30 - and he brought roses. He promised Minho he'd be there for him during a doctors appointment next week? "Sorry, sweetheart - I told a friend I'd be there for him and I can't let him down. Do you think we could do it Thursday instead?"

^ However, he is almost loyal to a fault. He expects to be with you forever - for the rest of his life - and if you decide to break it off or cheat on him, expect him to hold a grudge against you until the end of time.

He does not like new people introducing themselves into the friend group - AKA his pack. He will growl and glare, silently seethe at the idea and sight of someone being so openly friendly with you or Minho or Seungmin. He doesn't like it - He can't help that, either.

He's not extremely keen on new people coming into your shared apartment. That's his territory. Either get them out or at least let them know he's unhappy about it and will have to get use to it over time. It'll take a while, but. He'll try. For you.

He has a very, very bad tendency to just stare. Usually in a more menacing way, because it's in his genes to intimidate and be above others, but most of the time he's just observing people's behaviors and judging them based on what he sees.

He has what I'm going to call - a high success rate. Because of his (admittedly a bit big) ego and view of himself, his rather fit and large body build, and confidence - he excels in pretty much anything he puts his mind to because he gives it his all and is capable of doing quite a lot of things on his own, whether it be complex sports or simply putting together a desk for the shared study.

Bonus : He scent marks a lot of your clothing so other hybrids know you're already with someone - specifically a wolf hybrid who does not fuck around when it comes to his mate.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 :

He's not the type to have sex with you shortly into your relationship. He's going to wait, and talk to you about it - Because he wants pups. It in his genes - He wants pups, wants you to mother them, and wants a lot of them.

As soon as the two of you 'mate' - You better step up. He's going to see you as the other half of the 'alpha pair' now, so you're going to have to change a few things around. He's going to look for loyalty in you towards his friends - people he also considers part of his pack.

Speaking of mating - He's a fucking monster in bed. He's fucking you to breed. He's no there just for fun, there's purpose behind the way he ruts his hips into you so hard that it bruises your skin.

He's going to fuck into you doggystyle (pun? intended.) but not just, oh you're on your hands and knees. He's going to manhandle you onto your knees and use one hand to push you down by the nape of your neck, shoving your face in the sheets.

His canines - which are longer than most would assume - will sink into your neck and on occasion when he comes, break skin. He'll essentially scruff you, bite at your neck and try to hold you still like that - which always works to his amusement. He doesn't care in the moment if it stings or not because he needs you to keep still so he can fuck into you and knot you.

Oh God - Knotting you is his favorite thing to do in his free time. Not only because it's a chance to fuck some pups into you and hope you pop out a few sweet babies for him to take care of and nurture, but also because you're so fucking tight when his knot slips inside of you and plugs you full. It's the best when he doesn't even have the option of sliding out - There's no way his cum won't sink into you and coat your walls. And there's so much of it.

He is obsessed with the idea of you carrying his pups. After the first few times of mating and trying for a baby (or.. babies?), he grows to want it more and more. It's like an insatiable craving - Any time you wear anything remotely see-through or tight or short he's instantly thinking about how much he wants to sink his cock into you until you're crying about how good it feels.

And if you mention in bed wanting to have his pups? You're leaving that room covered in lightly-bleeding bite marks over your entire body, your boyfriend marking you so much that it hurts. You asked for it, though; You knew what you were getting into when you said you wanted him to fill you full over and over.

He keeps you scruffed the entire time his knot is in you and will not let go until it's deflated, his cock softening as he pulls out. He'll clean you up of course, maybe give you a few licks and use his fingertips to push any cum that dares seep out back into your bruised and puffy hole.

There is no soft sex. Ever. Sorry not sorry.

The two weeks that he is in rut are the worst for you. He's struggling, sure, but you're the one who has to take it all - If you need a break you can tell him and he'll let you up, but five minutes later he'll seek you out, whimpering and rutting his hips against your rear to gain some sort of friction. During these two weeks he will fuck you anywhere. He usually doesn't leave the house during this time - but he'll still fuck you in the bathroom, the bedroom, over your study desk, against the back of the couch, on the coffee table, on the kitchen island - you could be sitting, laying down, standing, being carried by him, in the bath or shower, brushing your teeth, cooking dinner, reading a book - He is going to fuck you.

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Just Once - Say Yes

werewolf!Chan x fem!reader

warnings! MDNI 18+, biting, very slight blood mentions, PIV, no protection, rut, knotting, fingering, nipple play, reader says it hurts once, breeding mentions, monsterfucking? (I could have done more)

notes! you know im down bad when I get wet from just seeing images of chan like what the fuck?

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Chan knows he’s not supposed to be here, yet, that’s exactly where he is. It’s almost as if he’s not in control of his body and in a way he’s not. Your scent fills his nose even through the shut door of your bedroom. You’re sleeping, he figures. He can hear your steady, slow breaths and the gentle snores. 

His feet are planted, head resting on the wooden door as he groans. Chan wants so desperately to wake you up. To softly knock on your door until you answer in the dead of the night. Maybe seeing you will satiate his thirst. Just a glance at your figure can help him - it will be enough, but he’s not thinking rationally right now. He can’t. Not when his rut is at an all-time high. Chan is on top of his suppressors, but his breeding period and the full moon makes for an unbearable combo. 

He knows you will answer no matter how late it is. Chan can easily imagine you opening the door, dazed and confused. He would tell you he’s having a hard time by himself, tell you that he desperately needs your help.

Or maybe he wouldn’t say anything at all. He could just grab your plush hips and pull you into a kiss. Maybe you’d mumble sleepy questions, squeak when his hands find the fat of your ass, but you’d let him. He knows you would. 

That’s why he has to leave. Now. His cock throbs just thinking about how pliant you are for him. He tells himself that he’ll be satisfied with his hand or his fleshight which makes a shitty substitute. Chan knows breeding a human during such an intense time would be too much, too rough for them. As much as his body and wolf beg for you, that sliver of humanity is intact.

So he whines, quiet and high. Chan wills his legs to move, stepping back until he’s no longer pressed against your door. The floorboards creak under his feet with every step. He swears they’re telling him to go back, to bang on your door and pump you until he’s sure you’re knocked up. He really has lost it, convinced that the wood beneath is telling him to screw you.

Unbelievable. 

He’s too busy laughing and fighting with himself to hear you slip out of bed. Chan misses your quiet feet treading to your bedroom door, slowly opening it as you adjust your eyes in the dark. 

“Channie?”

The floorboards must be cursed to sound like you or maybe his rut is just that bad. He tried to brush off your call as him going insane, but the hair on his neck stands and the smell of you is so much stronger. Chan doesn’t want to turn around for your sake. His composure will break and he doesn’t want to imagine what you look like right now. 

“What are you doing out here?” You sound so tired barely coming out of your slumber. Chan doesn’t sense any fear from you, not even worry. You’re far too sleepy to feel anything beyond confusion. The trust you have for your lover, even if he is half beast, is endearing. It makes his heart swell and his stomach turn. He can’t tell if your love for him is naive or pure. Perhaps both.

He’s going to tell you that he’s okay. He just had a bad dream and needed to walk around the house for a bit. It’s not uncommon to see your boyfriend wandering the house late at night; you know how difficult it is for him to sleep. Chan was going to tell you, but he felt your hand wrap around his bicep. You gently tug him until he faces you and what a mistake that is. You’re dressed in a shirt much too big for you, his shirt. It barely goes past your ass and your pebbled nipples poke through the fabric. Your eyes are squinted, lips swollen from sleep. Chan’s eyes are captivated by your human beauty when you say, “Channie, is everything okay?”

No, everything is not okay. Chan’s been fucking into his hand for hours pretending it’s you - he’s knotted into his toy countless times. When he did get the stupid courage to go to your door, he backed away. It’s even worse now his cock is leaking being so close to you.

You should have stayed sleeping.

His strong arms wrap around your torso, pulling you in. There’s no time to question him when Chan presses his lips against yours. Your lover is usually gentle during kisses. He takes time to cup your cheek, to tilt his head so your mouths can better align. If he was really into it, he would suck on your bottom lip only to bite it until you gasped.

He doesn’t kiss you like that now, not even in the slightest. His hands cup your ass just as he imagined. They knead and dig into your flesh, pressing you flush against his crotch. His lips are rough and messy. Your teeth clash almost animalistically and he hears you whine into the kiss. Chan can’t tell if you're whining due to the neediness from his mouth or cock. He knows you can feel his stiffness against your leg. 

Your dainty hands find his chest to gently push at it. Chan’s usually good at reading the room, knowing what to do and when to do it. But this isn’t your Channie. He can’t even feel your fists when he keeps shoving his tongue down your throat. The taste of you is addicting. All he wants to do is feel you from the inside out. To have every part of him connected with you in the most primal way. 

It’s not until you whimper again that he notices. Chan sucks harshly on your tongue before he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. His eyes are dazed when he looks at your features. Your face is flushed and your eyes are wide. If you were still asleep before, you’re wide awake now. Chan can tell you’re trying to come up with what to say, but you already know. You can feel his boner on your thigh, you can see the glow in his eyes, and the fact that his body seems thicker, denser. Chan has only let you see him during the end of his rut. He’ll lock himself in his room for days until he’s ready to socialize. You could always hear him on the other side though. How the slick sounds of whatever he’s using are surely filled with cum. If you pressed your ear against the frame, you could hear him softly calling out your name. You wanted to see him so bad. No matter how many times you asked, Chan would turn you down. It’s too dangerous, he’d said. I don't want to hurt you.

But that Chan is nowhere to be found. Instead, you’re faced with the very wolf he’s tried so desperately to keep you from. 

“Sorry,” he already knows what trouble you’ll be in tonight. “Hurts so bad. I can’t take it.” Chan grinds his cock to show you. “Just one knot. Just one I promise.” Ah, a promise. You both know how much Chan loves keeping his promises, but this is one he doesn’t know you’re hoping he’ll break. 

He doesn’t even know why he’s asking. He doesn’t think stopping is possible at this point, but he’d try. Chan is already trying to ignore how his lips ache for yours and stop thinking about how perfectly your body molds into his, but you hold on to him tighter. 

Chan doesn’t hear you say yes with how loud his blood drums in his ears, but he does see you nod. The sultry look in your eyes will do you more harm than good. He doesn't ask twice, doesn’t think twice. He smashes his lips against yours again, walking you back to your room without caring how you trip over your own feet. 

You feel the bed on the back of your knees and Chan rips himself from the kiss. He pushes you on the mattress, quickly crawling over you as one of his hands lifts the shirt to your shoulder. You gasp at how quickly he’s moving. His hot mouth is already latched onto your nipple while his hand dips past your underwear. 

By some magic, you’re already wet. Chan only plays with your clit for seconds before dripping his thick fingers into your heat. Squeals and wet pumps fill the room. Your back arches when he bites on your nipple, tugging the bud and letting go before doing it all over again. Bruises are already forming on your breast and Chan is eager to make your other match. His slick fingers pull from your pussy to tug your underwear down instead.

Your panties hang from one ankle, legs wide as Chan settles between them. The entrance of your cunt slightly gapes from his fingers. No time is wasted as he shrugs his boxers off, eyes never leaving your core. You almost want to close your legs from his staring, but you would miss the view of his cock springing free. 

“Oh shit,” you gawk at his size. Chan’s always been thick, a fat head that always stretches you out just right. But this - this is massive. His rut must make everything bigger. Even the knot that sits at the base of his cock seems triple in size. “Channie, I don’t think- there’s no way in hell you can fit.”

But he’s already stroking himself. Your worries fall on deaf ears when his fat tip touches your clit. He moans at the feeling of your lips around him. He presses his cock so that it grinds against your flesh hard. Your mouth falls open, gaze dropping so you can see him rock against your pussy. 

You think you could cum just like this. His engorged cock provides the perfect veins and ridges for stimulation. Still, your cunt clenches pathetically around nothing. Curiosity is a dangerous thing. It makes you think about what it would feel like to have his raw cock in you. Chan can tell you’re ready for it when you start grinding back, tilting your hips so his tip catches your entrance. 

It’s going to fit - he’ll make sure. Even if you cry and beg for him to slow down, he knows your body will break for him.

And it does just that with the first intrusion. The swell of his cock easily slides into you with a few inches following before he meets the inevitable resistance of your tight cunt. You whine, hands finding purchase on the pillow beneath you. It doesn't hurt, not in the slightest, but you can feel the pressure. Your walls clench and squeeze his girth until he forces himself to pull an inch out.

“Baby, shit,” he breathes. Chan attempts to gain composure through controlled inhales and exhales. “Why are you always so tight?”

Before you can even think about answering his rhetorical question, he thrusts himself deeper. Chan follows his breath, using his airflow as a metronome. In, out, in, out. Deeper, inch by inch, before he sees his knot come to contact with your cunt. 

He’s trying, really trying not to just pin your hands down by your sides and fuck his hips into you. Instead, he keeps his hands at your thighs, but he’s not sure if that’s any better. Chan’s claws dig into your tender flesh leaving marks that nearly split your skin. It must hurt with how hard he’s gripping you but your eyes roll to the back of your head with every thrust. 

Just like he thought, you’re so good to him. Even with your pretty whines and whimpers, you’re still such a good girl for your Channie.

Such a good girl.

It gets to him: your flushed cheeks, your bouncing tits, the moans that tumble from your swollen lips, and how your hands have moved from the pillow to try and grasp onto him instead. You must want more, he reasons. You must with the cream he sees coating his length every time he pulls out. You must with how you’re chanting his name, nearly sobbing it. 

You must with how you make his knot ache, begging to already shove its way inside you and spill. 

Chan can imagine it, he can taste it. It’s such a strong need that he growls, his sharp canines showing from his lips pulled back into an animalistic snarl. Saliva drips down his teeth when he thinks about biting you. Leaving marks on your neck that will only help hold you down while his knot finds its place in your womb. You hardly notice the droll seeping your tummy, too caught up with how harshly Chan is fucking into you.

You do, however, feel how his hips change pace. They get harder, sloppier as if he’s trying to shove that god-forsaken knot into you. 

“Channie!” It’s half-panicked and half-breathless. “Wait! That’s not - hng! I can’t-”

“You can,” he snarls. “And I will.”

Now you can see his teeth that clamp down so hard that his drool is tinted with pink. This is the first time you’ve seen him for what he truly is - a beast. A monster in its purest form with eyes that seem to glow, pitch-black nails that will surely leave marks for weeks, and canines you know can shred you in a second. 

Even with all of that, you know that this man - this wolf - is Channie. Your Channie.

So you don’t whine against him anymore. You don’t try to escape him when he lays his head in between your shoulder and neck to sink his teeth into. You embrace the bite, fully expecting unbearable pain, but instead, it’s blinded by the stretch of his knot in you.

Pleasure and pain intertwine, unable to separate from each other when Chan completely surrounds you. But your body reacts before your brain can. You let out a yelp and scratch your dull nails down his sculpted back. Chan moans into your neck at the feeling, shoving his hips impossibly deeper just to feel you do it again. 

“Sh-shit! Channie! Hurts…” but he doesn’t see your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of his seed pumping into you. 

Chan doesn’t reply, can’t reply with how he’s pulled his teeth from you and begun licking your wounds. But he knows. His balls tense and release with every spurt of cum he gives you and you whimper with every pump. 

He’ll apologize in the morning; pamper you and make sure that you’re well rested. He’ll make sure to take care of you real good, especially with the chance of you giving him pups. 

Fuck. He can’t think like that. His cock jumps at the thought and he swears his knot swells all over again. Chan inhales your human scent, reminding him that you’re his priority no matter how much his rut makes him needy to breed. But even in his frenzy state, he doesn’t dare to tell you knotting can last up to 30 minutes.