#chris bahng

Your boyfriend is a werewolf, so his body abides by the cycle of the moon. While he can transform into his full werewolf (or full human) form at will, the moon affects different aspects of your partner. You have your ovulation period, and Chan- Chan has his rut. They are not comparable.

His rut is the most intense week of your life every month, and leading up to it, he gets incredibly needy. You used to take some time off during his rut because it’s genuinely hard for you to do anything but fuck. It was also almost impossible to walk afterwards. Now though, your boss started letting you work from home so you wouldn’t have to call out so much. 

“Puppy, you’re being dramatic,” you give him a blank look and he whines and lets you go. Tonight’s the full moon and you know how insane it’s going to be once you get home. He took it upon himself to come pick you up from work because he just needed to be near you. Now, you’re doing your best to finish up for the day and pack up everything you’ll need to work from home.

“Hey, Y/N! Leaving for the day?” your coworker Jisung asks you.

“Yeah, just finishing last month’s reports before I head out!” you smile. You like Jisung. He’s your partner for your newest project and he actually puts in the effort unlike previous project managers you've worked with. 

You’re standing now, all of your things packed to go, but you’re still talking to Jisung, and Chan is getting really irritated that you’re giving another man attention when you know how badly he needs you. He fully presses himself against you and wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck. You continue talking to Jisung, although the younger man is realizing that maybe he should let the two of you go home and do whatever it is y'all need to do. He says goodbye once Chan starts leaving open-mouth kisses on your neck, leaving you two alone in your office.

“Bad puppy,” you say as you try to turn around and swat at Chan. He has different plans though and tightens his arms around you before you can escape his grasp. 

“You don’t get to ‘bad puppy’ me when you just did that,” he growls as he starts rutting against you. 

“Puppy-”

“No. No ‘puppy.’ You had me thinking I was going to have to rip out poor little Jisung’s throat because you forgot who you belong to-” he hisses, still desperately humping you from behind. You try to maintain your cool and try to figure out a way to avoid having the first round of his heat in your office, otherwise it’ll look like the Tasmanian Devil hit it.

“Baby- fuck,” you moan feeling how hard he’s gotten behind you. He really can’t stop himself as much as the logical part of him knows he should stop. There’s still one or two floaters in the office and your office door isn’t closed. There’s like a 40% chance that he’ll get caught, but it isn’t enough to stop him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut, relishing in the pleasure of feeling your clothed body slam hard against his clothed cock. His arm snakes around to wrap his hand around your neck, giving him a better grip and making your body arch against his, helping his cock hit a better angle. His thoughts are scrambled and the only thing he knows is he needs to cum. He’s too far gone, too needy and desperate, and far too close to the start of his heat to stop.

“I’m going to take these off, baby-” he says, not bothering to ask you. He pulls down your bottoms, leaving you completely bare and bending you over your desk. He makes quick work of pulling his own pants down before sinking into you. 

“Oh. My. God-” you moan, jaw slack, as he stretches you out slowly, inch by inch until he’s buried deep inside of you. You’re trying to be as quiet as you can in case someone is still around, but fuck. Feeling him desperately grind against you from behind turned you on more than you’d like to admit. Soon, Chan is repeatedly burying his cock deep inside you. Long, deep, thrusts are causing heat to pool in your stomach, and you’re embarrassed at how close you are. All you can hear are the sounds of skin slapping on skin and the wet squelch of your core. If someone is around, it wouldn’t be hard to guess what you’re doing in your office.

“Fuck- Channie, I’m gonna cum-” you whimper.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right- cream all over my cock. This is my pussy, right?” he groans.

“Yours, all yours,” you respond, giving him what he wants as he continues to pound into you.

“Good- you’re so good for me, baby. It’s my pussy, all mine. Only I get to see you like this. I’m going to fuck into this- shit- pretty little pussy all night until the only name you remember is mine, and you’re going to- fuck me- you're gonna take it,” he babbles, wrapping his arm around you to stand you upright again, the new angle making you squeal. 

“Please, baby, please take me over and over and over again- use me however you want,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum around his cock, squeezing him tight and dragging him along with you. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he shoots spurts of cum deep inside you, fucking the both of you through your highs to the point of overstimulating himself. Once he comes back to earth, he softens up and licks the spot where he bit you, nuzzling against you.

“I’m sorry, baby. You know how needy I get when it's close-” he mutters as he cleans you up and dresses you.

“I know, Channie- it'll be easier when we're home,” you say, giving him a kiss on the cheek before you grab your things and go.