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mailuvsjayke · 7 months ago

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luved it so much rbfbdjehsjne

fool me three times... ✩ s.jy [m]

synopsis: you've come home late twice this week, and for the third time to be on jake's birthday is not as charming as they say. genre: established relationship, pwp (sigh...), angst/smut/tiny bit of fluff pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader word count: 3.3k rating: 18+. minors do not interact. warnings: swearing, angry?jake, mentions of jay (poor guy). petnames (baby..sir [free me!!!!]), mentions of voyeurism/3way. oral (f.rec), fingering (f.rec), squirting, degrading, no aftercare (but it's fine i promise) listen to: fallin' - dawn, pH-1 ; abyss - dawn ; meddle about - chase atlantic author's note: i wrote this on a whim, and i'm not entirely happy with it (smut is not my forte nor do i love writing it.) i'd originally planned to take one of my ideas out of the vault and write it in advance, but i got slammed with schoolwork. i am so, so tired as i write this note. happy birthday, jaeyun. i love u.

It's twelve-forty-two in the morning.

This is the third time this week that Jake finds himself sitting on the couch, alone in your shared apartment. He's turned all the lights off, legs crossed over one another as he checks his phone for the fifth time. Nothing.

He sighs inwardly, leaning further into the soft cushions of the couch. You'd picked this out together, and it was one of your favorite places to spend time together that wasn't your bedroom. The soft brown suede had seen the two of you in many situations – cuddling under a soft white blanket Jake's mom gave you for Christmas last year. Sharing a bowl of cereal because you were too lazy to get up and make your own, but you gladly stood up and refilled his bowl. Holding hands tightly when a scary scene came on the television, crashing on the couch after dancing around together to Fallin' by Dawn and pH-1.

Kissing like two desperate lovers, unable to even take your clothes off to fully feel each other's skin. This couch had seen you in every position imaginable, the cushion on the far right the usual place for your face if Jake was too excited to make it to the bedroom.

You were so busy these days. You hadn't had a date night in three weeks, hadn't had sex in two…and unfortunately – it's making him a little insane.

Recently…the couch had seen more and more of Jake, alone. Jake sitting alone, popcorn bowl in his lap as he waited for you to come home from work. Jake, laying down while wearing the oversized hoodie you'd worn the day before, engulfed in the soft grapefruit notes of your perfume. Jake, letting Layla up on the couch to snuggle with because he can't feel your warmth at that moment.

Jake, missing you.

He sighs again, flipping his phone over.

12:45AM.

No new messages from you, no missed calls. Just the soft sound of Abyss by Dawn.

Where have you gone? You were his best friend. His best friend wrapped gently in the sheets of his love, filled to the brim with his soft words and loving caresses. You were his best friend, his lover, his everything. He saw himself in you, his whole purpose was you.

"Shh, he's probably asleep." He hears your voice from the other side of the front door, before hearing you try to gently slide your key in the lock. His eyes widened, pressing pause on the song before bolting for the bedroom. He doesn't make it in time, the door opening and his ears picking up on a familiar laugh.

Jay.

"Jongseong, for the love of God." You grit, and Jake watches as the two of you carefully toe off your shoes, loads of bags in your hands as Jay snickers to himself, carefully tiptoeing to the kitchen in the dark. The hallway light illuminates the back of you, and you suddenly stiffen, lifting your head to meet Jake's eyes.

He scoffs inwardly, watching as you try to fumble with the lightswitch in the living room just as he slides into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He locks it, hearing you start an argument with Jay in the kitchen as you shut the front door.

Unfortunately, Jake only stews in his anger. He doesn't know why you're late today, but it seems Jay has your attention more than your boyfriend does. Your boyfriend of three years, pushed to the side the day before (and day of) his birthday for a friend you made through Jake.

Jake flips onto the bed, a frustrated groan from his lips as he hears the two of you rustling around in the kitchen. The fact that you haven't even come to the bedroom to let him know that you're home is even more infuriating, and Jake feels his throat start to burn as he holds back angry tears.

Jake had always been good at setting boundaries and putting feelings first, despite being somewhat of a more logical thinker. You were an incredibly emotional person, hidden behind layers of shitty relationships and hurtful friendships, was your tired heart trying to patch itself up. Jake knew that if it was him that did this – not texting you when he'd be home late, letting you agonize over your whereabouts, coming home with one of your friends in tow and giggling like they had some sort of secret…

You'd make a fucking scene.

But Jake can't bring himself to do that. Even in all his anger, his frustration…his hurt, he can't confront you like that. It's not fair, to either of you (or Jay, but who's talking about that guy right now? Not Jake.)

He takes a deep breath, feeling a tear slip down the side of his face. He wipes it away quickly, only standing up from the bed to unlock the door. He takes your hoodie off, the grapefruit perfume making his chest ache. He knows you could just be planning a surprise for him. He knows that, but his mind can't help but wonder as he pulls back the comforter.

Why three late nights, in one week? Why no messages, why no phone calls? You wouldn't even kiss him hello when you arrived, just a tired smile and a soft hey. Your hair was always in disarray, and he knew it was because you liked to drive with the windows down. He knew that.

Sighing, he slips under the covers, facing away from the door. He hears you laugh loudly, before hearing your soft footsteps make their way to the bedroom. He wipes at his eyes, feeling a few more tears trickle down his fingers as he hears the door open gently.

He doesn't turn to face you, instead choosing to squeeze his eyes shut when he hears you sigh gently.

"I know you're awake." You murmur, but he doesn't respond. He doesn't turn around, choosing to breathe through his mouth to hide the fact that your behavior drove him to tears. You click your tongue, and he hears the zipper of your pants. You're moving around, undressing from the pretty pink blouse and grey slacks he chose for you that morning.

He pulls the covers up further, covering his bare shoulders before feeling your hand on the back of his neck. Your fingertips are warm, your thumb gently circling his pulse point. "Jake." "What?" He mutters, the bite of his tone not going unnoticed. You sigh, and he peels open one eye to look up at you. "What, Y/N?" He sees your eyes scan his face, before your hand on his neck gives a soft squeeze. "I love you." He doesn't like how quickly the knot in his stomach goes away at your words, or the way you can tell his cheeks and ears are tinging pink. He scoffs, closing his eye and moving from your touch. "I love you, too. Keep it down."

"Mmh." You hum in response, but he feels your hand card through his hair. He huffs, before feeling your lips press gently on his temple. "I miss you, my baby." You say against his skin, and pull away entirely. He hears you open his dresser drawer, and the rustling of his clothing being pulled onto your body. He opens his eyes to see you tug on a random shirt of his, pulling your hair out of the neckline before opening the door.

"Y/N, where is your butter?!" Jay calls, and you quickly shut the door, scampering down the hall.

He can hear the two of you bickering before you groan frustratedly, and he can hear Jay say he's going to the store. You argue that you don't even really need the butter for the cake, but Jay's words take Jake by surprise.

"Maybe go spend some time with him while I'm out of here. You know, I love you because you're my friend, but you're really dense today. Sometimes your boyfriend just needs you."

You didn't reply, or at least Jake doesn't think you did as he hears the door open and close. He hears you groan, and he's out of bed before he can even realize it. He grabs the hoodie back off the top of the dresser, shoving his head through it before yanking the door open.

"Y/N." He calls from the threshold of the bedroom, and you poke your head out of the kitchen. Your eyes are wide, but he can see how tired you are by the bags under your eyes. You probably took it off during your overtime, you'd been doing that a lot lately.

He sighs, closing the bedroom door behind him as he walks towards the kitchen. You step out, shaking your head. "You can't go in there, Jake. I'm…we…" "I'm just going to get the butter for you." He rolls his eyes, pushing past and looking away from all the stuff on the counter – but not before catching a glimpse of baby blue frosting in a bag. There were egg cartons stacked neatly, and three gallons of milk. Too many bags of flour to count, and Jake opens the freezer to pull out the butter he'd put up there earlier.

He'd gone grocery shopping by himself, because you weren't able to get off work. He wasn't upset about it, but he remembers you liked to freeze the butter until you had to use it. He doesn't remember why, but the habit stuck with him.

Just like all of your other little habits.

Your eyes are wide as he slides it onto the island, before worming back out of the kitchen. He doesn't say anything to you, only slinking past your tired shoulders when you manage to grab his fingers. He stops in his tracks, sighing as you skirt around to face him. He looks down at you, a tense clench in his jaw as he moves his brows in query.

"Don't be mad." You breathe, both your hands now holding his wrist and fingers. Your eyes search his face, finding the anger in the twitch of his brows before he shakes his head. "I'm not. I'm just tired." "I'm tired too, but I'm not looking at you like that." Jake feels his head swim as he takes in the tinge of guilt in your voice. He knows you're trying to do something nice for him, even if you're shitty at keeping secrets. He knows you're not doing anything to hurt him, you just have a horrible way of executing things.

He appreciates you nonetheless, because he knows that you're trying your best. Your schedule is jam-packed – your days are long and frustrating, full of people that need your help constantly, full of you having to make decisions for everyone else.

Jake being someone who values quality time clashed with that. He remembers how he'd squeeze in seeing you during your lunch break when you first started dating, just to have a moment alone. He remembers even waking up early to drive to your old apartment and sit in your bedroom while you got ready for work, just for a chance to give you a good morning kiss.

He made time. You're making time.

"I'm sorry." You speak again, your hands squeezing his arm lightly. "Yeah?" He shakes his head, but you nod quickly, your hands floating to his face.

"I am, I'm sorry. I know I should be–" "Prove it." He cuts you off, his face just inches from yours. Your eyes are glued to his lips, before they flicker up to his. He furrows his eyebrows at you expectantly, your tongue wetting your own lips just slightly. "How?" "You know how." His response is curt, and you swallow hard. "...Can I kiss you?" He doesn't respond, opting to answer physically. His lips press to yours gently, hands snaking around your waist to pull you closer to him. He craved your presence, in any way he could have it. He feels you sigh into his mouth as his fingers slip under your shirt, pinching at the soft skin.

"Bedroom." You mumble against his lips, and he shakes his head. "Right here." His lips move down your jaw, before his teeth catch your earring, tugging it gently. You groan as his hands move under your sweatpants, palming at your ass as you struggle to speak. "Jay-" He growls against your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin before running his tongue over it. "I don't give a shit about Jay. We can give him a show if he wants to watch."

He reconnects your lips, tongue sliding into your mouth as he moves the two of you back to the couch. His fingers push your sweatpants down as the back of your legs hit the cushion, and you look over at the door, seeing it slightly ajar and unlocked. "The door–" "Fuck the door." He groans, tugging your underwear down in one go. He pushes you gently back against the couch before kneeling in front of you, tugging the clothing off your bottom half before yanking you closer to him by your ankle. You yelp before feeling him bite at your inner thigh. "Jake!" "That's for being late on Monday." He mutters, before sinking his teeth into your other thigh, a whimper from your throat catching his attention. "That's for being late on Thursday." "I'm sorry, I was just–" "I don't want to hear it." He interrupts, shrugging. He lowers his head again, watching you brace yourself for the sharp pain of his teeth, smiling to himself before spitting on your pussy. You jolt, but can't say anything as he quickly drags his tongue through your slit. He laps at you like a dog, messily collecting your arousal on his tongue as you breathe heavily.

His nose bumps your clit as he avoids touching it with his tongue entirely, opting to thrust the wet muscle into your hole as you whine his name out desperately. "J-Jake, please, I'm sorry–" He pulls away, his lips and chin covered in your slick as he runs the tips of his cold fingers through your folds. "You know, you could've texted me."

You shudder as his thumb makes contact with your clit, the pressure light as he circles it. "I know, Jakey, I'm–" "Or called. I paid the phone bill, and I got the confirmation email. Your phone works." He interjects, nodding his head as he eases the tip of his middle finger into you, smiling to himself as your head lolls back. "I'm sorry." You breathe out, Jake's finger curling inside you to brush that spot that makes your eyes roll. He only hums in response, feeling you cover his hand in your arousal as he slowly adds another finger, relishing in the wet sound of your pussy against his hand. "You're going to prove it to me, right? Gonna cum all over my hand, right? That's all you're good for, anyway." His tone is condescending, making you clench around his fingers. His eyes widen, before a low chuckle slips through his lips. "You like that? Being nothing but a hole for me to use?" You whimper, hiding your face in your hands as your hips meet Jake's fingers, only for his hand to slip out and land a sharp smack against your clit. You gasp, your legs threatening to close as Jake bullies his shoulders between them, his fingers slipping back into you with practiced ease.

"You can't call, you can't text, and now you can't speak. Forgive me for thinking your brain would work for anything." He rolls his eyes, feeling his cheeks flush at his own words. The two of you had never explored this, only sweet nothings and soft praises expressed between you, even a soft slut thrown in if the night was especially raunchy.

"I'm sorry, Jake, I'm sorry." Your thighs are trembling on his shoulders, and he scoffs against your skin. "Yeah, yeah."

He lowers his head, lips latching onto your swollen clit. His eyes flutter shut at the taste of you, his knees weak at the idea of having gone so long without it. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he curls his own upwards, the tug of yours making him moan into your wet cunt. Soft gasps of don't stop hitting his ears, and he knows he should be upset at you but it would take an entire army to pry him off you at that moment.

He feels you clamp down on his fingers, your back arching off the couch as he feels your release soak his face and hoodie, dripping down his fingers onto the carpet. He slurps at you eagerly, his fingers overstimulating you as you try to pull him away by his hair. "J-Jake, s'too much…" You trail off, not able to finish your sentence as he tongues at your clit with vigor, your thighs clamping shut around him. "One more, c'mon. One more, show me how sorry you are."

He hears you cry his name out softly, eyes looking up to see your head thrown back against the couch, chest moving up in shallow breaths. He kisses up your stomach, nipping as he moves up, his fingers never slowing their pace as he pushes your shirt up with his free hand, cool fingers palming at your chest. His fingers gently toy with your nipple, a soft groan from you as your thighs start to shake a bit harder.

"You're sorry, right?" He lifts himself to meet your face, your eyes glistening with unshed tears as you nod. "You'll call or text when you're going to be late, right, angel?" "Yes." You whisper as his lips ghost over yours. "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." Your eyes flutter shut, and he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Open."

Your lips part with a pathetic whimper of his name, before he gracefully spits onto your tongue. His lips press to yours quickly, suppressing your moans as his fingers pick up their pace, feeling your release drip all over his hand and the couch. "I love you, okay? I just get worried." His mumbles are soft in comparison to the degrading words he'd said earlier, and you can't bring yourself to speak back as you nod against his lips. You kiss him back slowly, putting all your energy into it. "I'm sorry." "It's okay. Are you okay? Let me get a towel, okay?"

You shake your head, carding your fingers through his hair and holding him close. His fingers slip out of you, a dull ache between your thighs as he taps your knee. "Baby, c'mon." "Please." You murmur against his lips, and he feels a flustered smile taking over as he shakes his head. "Jay'll be back soon–"

"Oh, come on." Jay's voice rings through the air, and Jake looks up to see the guy covering his eyes as he runs into the kitchen. Jake's ears burn in embarrassment, only to feel you tug on the sleeve of his hoodie. "Please, Jakey." "Jay–" "You said you didn't care earlier. Why do you care now?" You pout, canting your hips against the tent in his shorts, watching his eyes flutter shut and his lip tucked between his teeth. "You're so–" "Can you guys please take it elsewhere?" Jay whines from the kitchen, and you snort. Jake sighs inwardly, awkwardly rooting around for your sweatpants before finding them just beneath him, entirely soaked.

"Fuck." He shoves the material up your legs anyway, before wrapping your legs around his waist, lifting you up carefully as Jay peeks out the kitchen. "I assume I'm in here alone for the rest of the night?" You smile at him over Jake's shoulder, "Unless you want to join."

Jake stops, looking over his shoulder at one of his oldest friends. Jay's face looks a bit conflicted, his brows furrowed but cheeks pink with embarrassment. Jake's throat clearing garners the older man's attention, a small smile on Jake's lips.

"You wouldn't say no to your best friend on his birthday, would you?"

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mailuvsjayke · 8 months ago

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hear me outt, Jay would be a sucker if he accidentally caught his roommate playing with her toys alone… and join her afterwards cuz he got a boner.

18+ mdni

cw: masturbation, mutual masturbation (somewhat?), overstimulation

note: since we're still on the roommate agenda ill entertain it js for u nonnie cuz i love u nd all hihi

ill connect this with a previous ask regarding the roommate trope, so read this to understand it better but if you want you don't have to ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

i got carried away, sorry everywun TT

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The incident months prior hasn't changed anything between the both of you except Jay's subtle attempts at trying to shift the dynamics.

You on the other hand, is unbothered, but it doesn't go unnoticed due to Jay's understanding of being is subtle is to not be so subtle.

You let go of it anyway, infatuation can come and go, and has happened between you many times in the years you've known each other.

But one particular night can change everything.

Lazily stepping your way down the hallway, doors upon doors presented to you like a loophole, you reach the end, finding the all too familiar door in front of you, no flashy decoration at all, but the comfort radiates within the cracks.

As the door creaks open, you are hit with the smell of safety, as well as cologne and perfume lingering together, breathing in with relief as it helps melt away the pent up stress effecting you since work resumed last week.

Now that it was Friday, you had all week to refresh, but you seem particularly heated today, and you felt the sudden craving of wanting to satisfy something.

Only thinking about it made you wet, and that already gave you an idea.

The atmosphere was quiet, it was already past midnight, you hadn't checked the time since you clocked out hours ago, Jay must be asleep and you already felt like it was perfect to play around in your room.

Hastily kicking off your work boots, you made your way back to your bedroom, and got ready for bed quicker than usual, craving pleasure as your eyes were dilated.

Deciding to just throw on a shirt, not bothering with underwear, wishing not to soil it and add more to the laundry pile, you brought yourself to your knees in front of your closet, and bent down to grab a plain box out.

It was dusty, hadn't been touched in a while, giving you a mental reminder of how long you've really touched yourself from how much work had plagued your schedule and your head.

Your lips sealed tight as you lifted the top of the box up, revealing two toys neatly hidden under plain wrapping paper.

Although unreasonable, you'd want to take extra measure if someone were to actually find it, that included Jay, and unfortunately, not all secrets are revealed to each other, and you've accepted that reality, you're not too sure about him, though.

Your fingers delicately treaded through the paper, unravelling everything before your eyes set onto the precious clear glass dildo you wrapped your palm around.

You grinned, your cunt convulsing around absolutely nothing as you set it onto the floor beside you, moving onto the plug that seemed to lure you, the handle bedazzled with a heart gemstone.

After taking everything with you, you didn't bother to put the box back nor lock the door with the assumption Jay was asleep or wouldn't linger on you since it was this late.

Pouncing onto your bed, you discarded the shirt you were wearing, leaving your body exposed to the cold night air, goosebumps rising along your skin as you comfortably laid down the cushions.

Legs spread, eyes busted as your fingers shakily found their way to your cunt, you started to rub in circular motions among your folds, garnering a soft moan, your juices slowly wetting your fingers as you continued your movements.

Then you moved onto your clit, rubbing a little harder before pinching, whining a little louder than you considered comfortable, but you felt too blissful to care as drool made it's way down the corner of your mouth.

Taking the butt plug, you took it into your mouth, sucking generously, letting the thick texture of your saliva coat it, before pulling it out and moving it down to your rim, rubbing teasingly before pushing slowly, moaning in between.

You haven't even done anything for you to consider masturbating, and you felt the knot in your stomach start to form as you pulled the plug back, then roughly pushing forward, thrusting it at a pace before stopping just as you were about to cum.

Your pussy was sopping wet at this point, taking the glass dildo and sucking on it just like you did with the other previous toy, coating it with globs of saliva before hastily drifting it down, pushing the tip against your opening before fully thrusting in.

You let out a lewd cry, eyes closing shut as your walls desperately slipped, trying to get used to the feeling of being full after a while of neglect.

Catching your breath, you started to move, your wrist jerking back and forth in long stroking motions as the toy disappeared in and out of your cunt, juices leaking out, throwing your head back as you whispered filthy curses to fuel your aching need.

So close to cumming, your vision turns white, voice getting louder and louder as your heart thumps rapidly before—

"Oh my god."

Oh my god?

Your eyes shoot open immediately trying to find the voice in the room, spotting Jay with his eyes wide, but they aren't looking at you.

They're looking at what you're doing.

And goddamn it's fucking filthy.

You shriek, closing your legs and shaking your head, your sticky hands immediately raising into a surrendering position.

"Jay, holy shit! Get out!" You exclaimed, refusing to look back at him as you tried to cover up the best you can, scrambling to find your shirt again but to no avail.

He hasn't even left yet, and embarrassment only fuels you as you get ready to scream at him to leave.

"Open them again."

Your body stiffens.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean your legs."

You can't even process anything as your laid there in disbelief, seeing him walk to you and not even a blink later he's fucking crawling to you.

You had the instinct and crawl away, your toys are still shamelessly stuffed into your holes as you whimpered, trying to shift away from him, but he only groans in disapproval, taking your knees and forcing them open, earning a gasp from you.

"What the fuck?"

Is he out of his mind? You genuinely can't even think straight, even when you're horny out of your mind, your brain still holds onto shitty morals as you try to pull away.

"Jay, please I— don't make this harder already."

Your eyes shift to his face, immediately you notice how serious he looked, as if studying your pussy, it only makes you whine, your face flushed red, sweat dripping down your temples.

You only get silence on the other end, and your growing sexual frustration only sparks stronger as you groan, you were desperate to cum, and now that Jay interrupted you, it's his fault and he has to finish what he started.

"Just— Jay please fuck me, I can't I—"

"I need to cum so bad."

You admitted, your words full of guilt as your legs shake, but it was like Jay was a robot, following every command, hands finding their way to the edge of the glass dildo still generously stuffed inside you, he forced it out, making you moan in surprise.

"Jay!" You whine, feeling his push the dildo back inside, it wasn't as soft as you liked, but Jay's newfound vigor and need only made him thrust it harder and faster.

He soon set a pace, fucking the dildo into your pussy roughly, your moans inconsistent as you held onto his wrist desperately, crying out his name while releasing a string of curse words and gibberish.

That knot immediately came back, and your legs expanded as far as they could, your moans getting more vocal as your hips moved erratically, and inconsistent rhythm against his powerful thrusts.

"You look so good like this, shit.."

You couldn't respond, not when your eyes met his, seeing his eyebrows furrowed, lips swollen from how much he was sucking it before looking down to see his other hand stuffed in his sweats, messily jerking off as he continued to cater to you, abusing your pussy with that goddamn dildo.

"You're gonna cum— fuck, yeah? Is that right?" He growled, mounting himself over you as he forced his sweats down and was practically hurting himself with how hard he was fucking his fist at the same pace he was fucking the toy into you.

Your orgasm didn't even give you a warning as you let out a pleasured shout, immediately the knot snapped, juices gushing everywhere as your pussy tightened around the toy, crying out as he continued to thrust harshly through your orgasm.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck— Jay I can't! Please I—"

You begged, holding his wrist again as you tried to push him off you, overstimulation starting to get the best of you, thrashing against him as he tried to chase his incoming release.

"Fucking take it—take it all baby." He moaned, eyes trained on your hole as he continued fucking his fist, not letting his hand falter it's hold against your dildo as he continued to thrust it.

You felt another orgasm coming as if the first one wasn't enough, your stomach was burning hot as you threw your head back, screaming in pleasure as your legs finally gave up.

One final curse from Jay, the both of you finally let go together, immediately shooting cum onto your abdomen, whimpering like a loser as you turned limp onto the mattress.

Jay sighed with satisfaction, pulling the dildo out together with the plug, you whined from how tender you felt.

"Shit." He gasped for air, tired eyes finding your blown out face as he smiled, coming closer to you, and wrapping his arms around you.

Silence only followed, basking in each other's comfort before drifting off to sleep, leaving the rest of the explanation for the morning.

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mailuvsjayke · 8 months ago

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came

paradise on my tongue (l. hs)

pairing. snake hybrid heeseung x female bunny hybrid reader

genre. hybrid AU, dubcon/noncon elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), hybrid physician/gynecology specialist heeseung, explicit smut, M/F, one shot

warnings. profanity, medical terminology and malpractice, hybrid terminology, infertility discussion, snake venom use(comparable to hallucinogenics/aphrodisiacs), manipulation, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 9k+

now playing. sweet venom//enhypen

smut warnings. body examination, wrongful dilator use, forced hybrid heat, mind break, fingering, vaginal oral, rimming, double penetration, slick, squirting, breeding, unprotected sex, rough sex, etc

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“There’s a small problem, nothing to panic over. But Doctor Jack’s wife has gone into labor. He will not be able to treat you today.”

“B-but! Dr. Jack has been handling my special situation from the beginning! I can’t go through this without him.”

The sheep hybrid nurse sighs, fiddling with her white curled locks. “Listen, I know it seems scary but Dr. Lee is very skilled with Bunny’s! He’s studied your breed all of his time at one of the top Hybrid schools in all of the country!”

“Dr. Lee?? What? I’ve never met him before.” You fret, glancing around the office in a panic.

“He is a very close colleague of Dr. Jack’s, in fact they studied together! You see, it’s been a hectic week here at the facility and Doctor had to pull some strings to find this last minute coverage. That’s how much he cares about you as a patient!” She smiles much too large, nodding frantically. “Dr. Jack asked me to warn you ahead of time, due to Dr. Lee’s subgender..”

“What? Why? Is he not a hare? Why would Dr. Jack recommend a hybrid different of my own?!”

“Now now honey, he is a professional. Before hybrids we are professionals. Look at me! I’m half sheep and you have no complaints.” She sasses, propping a hand on her hip. “Dr. Lee is a lovely man, he’s a hit every time he covers for Dr. Jack!”

“What is he??” You frown, growing annoyed with how evasive she’s being.

Folding her hands over her stomach, her nose twitches. “King Cobra I believe is what he’s said before—“

“WHAT?! A SNAKE!” Getting up from the chair you’d been patiently waiting on, you reach for your overnight bag. “Absolutely not! Not even a prey breed! But a Goddamn snake!”

“Calm down!” She barks, pushing your shoulders to sit back down. “You know how hard Dr. Jack worked to squeeze an appointment in for you! Don’t be so ungrateful, he can’t control when his wife’s water breaks!”

“I can’t have a snake examining me! He’ll try to eat me!” You shout. Dragging your fingers roughly down your fluffed ears. “I—I refuse.”

“Dr. Jack has no open availability for the next 6 months. If you skip the appointment then we’ll have to keep you on fertility medication.”

“But it’s—it’s making me sick, I vomit every time I try to eat. And I feel nauseous all day, there’s nothing else I can try?” You plead, desperate to get out of this office.

“I can’t prescribe anything, only Dr. Lee can.. after examining you. Now, I know you haven’t experienced a first heat yet, and at your age this is a highly unusual occurrence. Dr. Jack has never seen a case as severe as yours..” she laments, frowning to one side. “Trust me when I say that Dr. Lee is an amazing man, and he’d never risk his license to eat a damn bunny hybrid.”

Tears well up in your eyes, slumping into the office chair you’ve spent many hours in before. Sharing your fears and worries.

What if you never find a mate? What if you’re not able to produce a kit? No buck hybrid would ever see you as worthy of pairing with if you can’t even birth him one child, let alone multiple..

“He won’t hurt you, Dr. Lee is nothing but a professional.” She rubs your shoulder. “He’s been waiting too long now.. your attitude is dragging this day on more than necessary.”

“Okay, I.. I’ll see him.”

“There there bunny, you should be proud of yourself.” Passing you a gown to change into, she nods. “Predator prejudice is such a dated mindset. I’m surprised someone in their 20s still behaves this way.”

Pft, you glare at her. Snatching the gown from her and blowing your ears away from your face. “I’ll send the Doctor in now, remember to be a nice bunny. You can put that on after the Doctors gone over your chart.”

Bowing out, she turns and leaves the room. The walls feel closer in the second she leaves. It had already taken you years to accept a Buck hybrid for a physician, but searching high and low for a Doe in your area had led you down empty roads. The chances of finding a female rabbit hybrid within a 50 mile radius of you seemed more impossible than finding a needle in a haystack.

And so you met with Dr. Jack when you were of age to begin experiencing your first heat. When the time never came, your mother encouraged you to seek help. Drilling into your head how important it is that you find a mate one day to grow old with, and that no respectable Buck would be interested in a barren host.

After postponing the use of medication for the past few years, you finally caved, at your wits end. The infertility meds hadn’t agreed with you, and landing this appointment had already taken months as is. None of the therapy sessions, heat inducing medication, diet changes, lifestyle changes, even the use of various tools for masturbation.. none had made a difference. Now you sit here in Dr. Jack’s office once again, hopeful and fearing.

A snake hybrid, a king cobra of all types. What in the world could Dr. Jack be thinking to associate with the likes of a ruthless predator of that caliber?! And why, why would he allow him to assist one of his most difficult patients!

The door creaks as it slowly moves open and a shiny pair of leather loafers step foot inside. The scent of him travels fast, smokey and herby, carrying traces of sage and bergamot. It’s the scent of a predator, lacking any softness, nothing similar to Dr. Jack’s warm cotton and dewy flower field aroma.

Without lifting your head to look at him, you watch as his legs walk past you rounding the desk in front of you. The slacks he wears have no wrinkle in sight, lined and ironed to a crisp. His lab coat cinches at his trim waist, widening up his broad upper back and shoulders, and his hair.. his full thick head of hair hides any indication of scales, tapering off into his collared shirt. From the back he seems almost.. harmless, attractive even. Exactly as a predator would love to be perceived by a prey..

Blinking, you watch from underneath your eyelashes as he sits in Dr. Jack’s chair, smiling tight-lipped to not show his teeth. He’s trying to not scare you, opening his large glossy eyes wide and full to appear less intimidating.

“It’s so lovely to meet you! Thank you for allowing me to conduct your visit with us today.” He continues to softly smile. Gathering the folder set out for him, he begins to dive into your personal information.

“You don’t work here..” you grumble. Tugging the end of one of your eyes into your mouth to suck on. An anxious habit, no matter how embarrassing it is to do at your age. The equivalent of a human sucking on their thumb, really.

“I often cover for Dr. Jack.” He corrects you, eyebrows furrowing as he reads over your file. “Would rather hear from you than read over all of this medical terminology. So, what seems to be the problem with the fertility medication you’ve been prescribed?”

“Can’t you just read my file?” You mumble, looking away. The tip of your ear now covered with drool, matting your fur down. “Dr. Jack had me log my symptoms everyday in the hybrid app portal.”

“Ah, I see I see.” Shoving his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He turns toward the computer perched on the corner of the desk. Logging in and filling out your information to pull up your logs. “Throwing up, lack of sleep, nausea. Hmm.”

“I can’t take these pills anymore, they make me feel awful.” Alternating to your other ear, you suck at your fur more aggressively. Growing more exhausted by the second of his strong scent that sets off your fight or flight instinct. Filling your mind with urgency to leave, get yourself as far away as possible from danger.

“There is really no need for you to be so nervous.” He speaks softly without tearing his eyes away from the computer screen. Dark snake eyes obviously hidden under a pair of gray contacts to soften his appearance.

“Do you always hide your scales?” You brazenly ask. Noticing how well his button up sits against his throat leaving none of the sides or back of his neck visible. And the gloves he wears.. white gloves, obviously to conceal whatever scales may cover his hand.

Dr. Lee’s cheek dimples with a smile, continuing to keep his lips sealed shut. He turns to look at you, folding his hands beneath his chin. “No. Nurse Chops was gracious enough to warn me of your concerns before I entered. I figured I could ease your anxiety if I covered up a bit.”

“W-why would you want to work with prey hybrids? Aren’t you worried that you’ll—“

“I was raised by preys, a pack of deer hybrids in fact. Have never attacked or hunted any type of prey. You know, your environment really does alter the outcome of your beliefs and mindset. I’ve always wanted to help the preys, learn to coexist.” He informs you. Slowly opening his mouth up wider to reveal his set of fangs. Sharp and long, pearly white as if they’ve never been tainted with blood.

Deer?? How could deer possibly take in a King Cobra..

“My mother and father were hunted, human hunters from what I was told. I had been tucked away in my nest when the deer hybrids stumbled upon me..” picking up on your apprehension he continues to overshare. “Perhaps if you know more about me, this will feel easier. We have a lot of tests to run today.”

“You studied prey to help us?” You question wearily, releasing your ear from your mouth.

“To help all of us. Our kinds, hybrids, we’re constantly being exploited, hunted, killed. For the better of all of our breeds, we need to help each other.” He firmly nods, smiling with teeth. His contacts shift as he blinks, peaks of yellow iris appearing behind his glasses. His gloved hands rest on the desk, and broad shoulders stand pronounced even while sat down.

The realization that minutes have passed without being attacked begins to settle. You sit up, smoothing down your ears, reaching for the gown on your lap to clutch at. “How can you help me? What do you know about bunny infertility?”

Dr. Lee’s gaze drags down your body for a flash of a second. Returning to your petrified face. “I have quite a bit of experience with rabbit and bunny hybrids. Men and women in fact, some may say your breed is my specialty.”

Saliva drips from his teeth, sealing his mouth shut with a smile. He discreetly swallows, stealing another look at your crossed ankles. Your small hands trembling and pinching the hospital gown material in your lap.

Of all the Doe’s he’s ever encountered, you sure are the prettiest. His tongue only salivates more as his gaze returns to your face, you pouty lips and button nose. Fluffy ears flattened against your head as you appear deep in thought.

“What do you think then Doctor? Am I a hopeless cause?” You ask in a whiny tone. Bottom lip jutting out so sadly. He has to grip his thighs together to stop a rush of blood from reaching the area between his thighs too fast. You seemed much more difficult at first, a challenge, he can’t stand a challenge.

“Not at all, bunny.” He smiles again. His sharp teeth even seem less frightening beneath his sparkling eyes and overall handsome features. “From what I have read here, Dr. Jack has instructed me to thoroughly examine you today.”

“Should I change now Dr. Lee?” You ask quietly, lifting the gown to your chest.

“Call me Heeseung, if that’s okay with you bunny. We’re going to be working very closely today, I want you to feel as comfortable with me as you can.” Adjusting his glasses, he stands up and moves around the desk. Sitting perched on the edge with his legs crossing at his ankles in front of you. “Why don’t you go behind that curtain there and get changed, we’ll get you set up on the examination chair.”

Nerves continue to skyrocket through your body even after shutting the curtain. The last view of Dr. Lee.. or Heeseung as he informed you, left you gasping for air. His broad frame turned away from you, his back muscles shifting and flexing under his shirt as he removed his lab coat.

Dr. Jack’s office always maintained a cool temperature, too cold at times even. Keeping his private sectors of work space and examination room connected added to the extra high co-pays his clinic charges. The vials, test tubes, and various medications organized in the room required light and cool temperatures. He explained once as you shivered on the examination table, eyes jumping around the room nervously.

“Knock knock?” Dr. Lee calls from the other side of the drape. His expensive leather shoes tapping against the linoleum floor.

“Yes, uhm, ready.”

Hardly ready as the drape drags open, the rings attaching to the ceiling clink together and he smiles with no teeth. Now changed into a large cover up, he remains covered up from neck down to his hands. “Let’s check your vitals first, shall we?”

That’s normal, exactly how Dr. Jack begins. Taking a magnified look inside of your ears, your throat, checking your reflexes with a knock against your knee.

It’s only when he begins to reach inside of the back of your hospital gown that you freak out. Breathing faster, digging your fingers into the cushion of the table beneath you. The metal of his stethoscope presses against your upper back, shivering through your skin.

“Go ahead and take a deep breath.” He whispers by your ear, listening to your rapid beating heart. “You’re very nervous, aren’t you?”

Pressing his free palm to your chest, he breathes in deep for you to follow him. Slowly dragging the air out of his nostrils, he nods and moves the stethoscope around to listen again. “Your hearts beating so fast, I must really make you uncomfortable.”

“N-no, it’s not that..” you shudder. Stomach swooping this close to him, his cheek nearly brushing against yours.

“I understand.” Another soft and reassuring smile fails to soothe your fear. He shuts your gown, taking down notes. “Everything seems normal, I’ll have you lay back now.”

Dr. Jack’s never gotten this far in your physical exams. That’s why today was so important to you, and now a snake hybrid.. ugh. Cursing to yourself you shift to press your back against the table, staring at the stirrups with fear. “Should I put my legs here?”

“I’ll help you.” He nods, sitting down on a rolling seat. The snap of vinyl gloves jerking you to look up. Too distracted by your position to notice that he swapped them out. “According to your files, you’ve not experienced your first heat yet?”

“Yes, Doctor..” you swallow. Forced into a seated position as he adjusts the table. Grabbing one of your ankles to place in a stirrup.

“Heeseung.” He grins, setting your other leg into place. “That’s highly unusual for a Doe of your age.”

“I’ve been told.” You mutter annoyed. Only having heard numerous times how odd it is.

“Do you produce slick?” He asks, relaxed as if this is his job. Because it is, and you have to remind yourself every 5 seconds that this attractive snake hybrid is just doing his job.

“I.. no, I don’t believe I do.”

Without glancing at you once, he continues to scribble down notes. Turning away to open up a cabinet. “I’ll be using lubricant to open you up.”

“Open me up?! What do you mean??” You stiffen, wide-eyed. He turns back to face you, setting down a bottle of clear thick fluid on a tray next to him.

“For the examination, you scheduled this appointment as a gyno visit.” He states, as if it should be obvious. Once again making you realize how weird you’re being.

This. is. his. job.

“Righ, uhm. That’s what Dr. Jack originally had recommended for me.”

“Are you sexually active?” Picking up his clipboard once again, he checks off different boxes.

“Not at the moment.”

“But you have been?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Have your sexual experiences been painful?”

“Wh-what?”

Heeseung raises his eyebrows, peering up at you. “Without producing slick I’d assume vaginal penetration wasn’t very pleasant?”

“Oh, uhm.” Shrugging, you nod. “Hurt a little, I guess.”

“Was your partner large?”

His question makes your head feel fuzzy, chest itchy, having to look away from him before you can muster up an answer. “Not really.”

“How big would you say? 5 inches? Was he fully hard.”

“Uhm, I don’t remember. It’s been a few months.” You whisper, reaching to play with your fingers. “We used lube.”

“And it still hurt? Was that your first time?” His head tilts, eyes squinting.

“No Doctor..”

Heeseung hums, adding extra notes. “And still no heat.. highly peculiar. I’m going to have to open you up and see if something could be blocking the passageway for your slick. It’s highly uncommon but I have read of hybrids with an extra flesh of muscle, tightens up the cervix.”

“Like.. inside?” You asked through clenched teeth. Knowing better than to ask a professional gynecologist such a stupid question. Sighing and shutting your eyes, you try to relax, nodding. “Okay.”

“Do you need to use the restroom before we get started?” The sound of antibacterial soap squishes between his gloved fingers. Dry off with a paper towel before turning back around.

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t worry about needing to pee if you can’t control your bladder. It’s quite common to orgasm or release fluid while being examined.” He smiles too nicely. Dragging himself closer between your parted legs. His hands reach for the end of your gown, folding it up. Shooting your eyes open to stare at the brightly lit ceiling, you can only hope he can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest at a manic pace.

“Do you not grow hair?” He asks, bending in closer.

“Huh?!”

“You have no hair.” He says flatly. Glove hands landing softly on your inner thighs. “Or did you remove the hair yourself?”

“Oh, I.. I did it.” You speak shyly, wishing you could cover your face. It’s nothing to be embarrassed of and you know that, but you can’t stop yourself from feeling overwhelmed. The Doctor’s hands feel large and warm on your inner thighs even through the material of his vinyl gloves. Knowing you’re fully exposed to him awakens a sensation of heat in your stomach, clenching your eyes shut to ignore it.

“Do you orgasm, bunny?” Dr. Lee’s tone deepens, huskier. Clearing his throat as he softly pets the soft skin lining your thighs.

“N-no, I’ve tried. I don’t know, I-I think I’m broken Doctor.” You can’t stop a whimper from ending your sentence. Biting down on your lip, you try to not breathe through your nose. His smells stronger now, all around you, dizzying even.

“You’re not broken bunny..” he practically coo’s. Smiling from ear to ear, he sucks in a deep breath through his nose. “And I’m going to take care of everything for you, don’t you worry those pretty fluffy ears.”

The closer his fingers trail to your outer folds, the more you struggle to not squirm. Clutching your hands together to stop your hips from rising. His slicked fingers drag down the smooth skin covering your vulva, slowly stroking up and down to coat all of your core with lube. “Gosh, you’re really pretty everywhere bunny..”

“Doctor.. I feel..” squinting your eyes open at the lights over your head, you have to shut them closed immediately. The blur above you, spinning the texture of the wall in your line of sight.

“Relax relax,” he hushes you, pushing your vulva spread open with his thumbs. The sounds of a hiss follows, sucking at the backs of his teeth. “My my my bunny, you are lovely. I was really hoping for a virgin, but you’re so tight.” He whistles, licking across his sharp fangs as he inspects your clenched hole. An unusually dry sight of flesh.

“My head.. I can’t keep m-my eyes open.”

“My scents too powerful for a small little prey like you.” He smirks, pulling your labia folds apart. “I’m going to need to open you up really good before we can complete this examination.”

Powerful is an understatement, the more turned on he grows, the more his aroma weakens you. Limp and glued to the table, you struggle to keep your eyes halfway open. “W-will it hurt?”

“No baby, I’d never hurt you.” Dragging the split end of his tongue across his upper lip, he begins to smear lube between your folds. Skirting his digits across your clit, all but missing your entrance that stays locked up tight. “Dr. Lee’s going to make you feel so good.”

The burning itch in your stomach rides up to your chest, breathing out heavier and faster. He works at massaging and caressing your labia, gently stroking the flesh around your clit. “Have to get you nice and wet first, wet enough to open up this pussy.”

“I feel weird, Doctor.” You pant fearfully, shutting your eyes to relieve yourself of the bright lights. “Hot.”

“That’s good darling, that’s a great sign. You let Dr. Lee handle this, I’ll have you pissing out an orgasm across this floor in no time.” Sweat lines his brow as he begins to build up speed with ease. Tracing his digits between your lubricated folds until they begin to swell with blood. A pleased click of his tongue resounds and he pinches your clit between two of his fingers. Slowly rubbing your cunt with one hand as he begins to work on your bundle of nerves, hitting each one with his soft expert motions.

“Dr. Lee! T-that feels—different!” You croon, legs shaking.

Sucking at his bottom lip, he can’t break his focus away from stimulating your clit. Holding your folds apart to watch your hole for even a small sign of opening up. He pinches and massages, working your hardened nub from side to side until you finally relax. “Fuck.” He whispers, hungrily licking at his mouth. “I’m going to stretch you out now.”

“Wh-what??” You ask almost deliriously. Had he not already started?!

The tip of his finger presses to your budding entrance. Lightly applying pressure to see if you’ll give and let him in. Success shouts in his mind as he glides in to his first knuckle, only one finger but it’s enough to make his head spin. Cocks aching inside of the confines of his snug fitted slacks. He has to bite down on his teeth to stop himself from yelling out at the way your cunt sucks around just the tip of one of his digits.

“Relax for me.” Shoving his free hand higher, he presses against your stomach just beneath your navel. Adding the weight of his thick palm to keep your lower back in place as he begins to glide the rest of his digit inside of you. There’s no way you’ll be able to take one of his cocks like this, let alone two.

Glancing over his shoulder at the tray by his side, he eyes the shiny dilator he set out. A little extra help won’t hurt. “You’re so tight, bunny.” He has to mention it again. Growing frustrated and hornier by the second. His finger fully fits inside of you, experimentally pressing against your soft warm walls. “I’m going to have to dilate you.”

“Dr. Lee, please..” you sigh, head spinning. The scent of bergamot burning through each of your senses. The taste of a snake hybrid seeping down your throat.

Freeing his finger, he picks up the tool to prepare it. Using nearly half of the bottle of lube to cover his hands and the dilator, he turns back to observe your cunt. Gleaming shiny and swelled up, perfect for taking cock.

“This won’t hurt if you just relax, bunny. Listen to what I say, alright?” The tip of the dilator eases inside of you without a problem. Thinner than the Doctor’s finger, if not the same size. He sucks in wet breath, relieving his tongue of the saliva that won’t stop pooling. “Good job, so proud of you bun. You’re making Dr. Lee soo happy.” A more sadistic smile stretches the bottom half of his face. Pushing the devices button to expand inside of you.

The push against your insides has you arching up with a shout, clutching onto the sides of the table. “N-no! Pull it o-out!” You cry. Toes pointing out stiffly, unable to remove your legs from the stirrups keeping you held in place. “Heeseung!”

“Come on bunny, don’t let me down now.” He says gruffly, bending closer to look inside of you with the dilator now fully expanded. The sound of a ragged breath covered in saliva emits from beneath your gown. And the Doctor's broad shoulders shake, reaching two of his digits inside of the tool to measure how open you are.

“Please Dr. Lee! Please take it o-out!” You beg again, full on crying now. No amount of lube could have prepared you for the stretch of the dilator, not after only one finger to prep you. Jerking your hips up shoots a tinge of pain up your spine, falling back down with a wail. “Please!”

Grunting as he squeezes a third finger inside, Heeseung drags his tongue across his mouth. Pushing back and snapping off his gloves. He shoots up from the chair to grab your neck, baring his teeth. “Bunny.” He bites out, the collar of his shirt loosened and unbuttoned. Silver and black scales on display lining the sides of his throat. “What happened to my good and well behaved little prey? Have you gained confidence that I won’t eat you alive so easily?”

Ripping off his glasses, he tosses them aside, blinking away the gray contacts hiding his viscous serpent eyes. “Now, we can continue to play nice,” squeezing your neck, he drags the back of his scaled hand down your soft cheek. “Or we can play my way.”

Innate and instinctive alarm to protect yourself goes off, throwing your head back to scream. “Help!! HELP!!”

Dr. Lee rolls his eyes, slapping his heavy palm over your mouth. “Fine. I gave you a choice.”

His yellow iris expands, taking over the whites of his eyes. Unleashing his sharp fangs, his long split tongue snaps and slithers before your face. Cracking akin to a whip to instill how threatening he is to your existence. Tears drip out onto his hand, screaming and shoving at his chest. The snake hybrid dominates without effort, keeping your neck held down effortlessly as he grabs your jaw and forces your mouth open.

Thick wads of what appears to be saliva dribbles and rolls off the tips of his tongue into your mouth. Incinerating your flesh the second it meets your lips and continues to pour out filling your mouth up.

Poison. Fucking snake venom.

The burning hits your throat, scolding hot, acidic, leaving numbness behind. The last thought you’re able to process before the venom seeps into your veins is death. Death at the hands of a predator that outsmarted you, tale as old as time. The predator trapping the stupid bunny hybrid, feeding off of you as no more than a snack.

Lavving at his lips, he smiles and pats your cheeks. Panting for breath as he takes in your blissed out drugged expression. “Now, where were we, bunny?”

Quietly humming, he releases the dilator, whistling at the way your cunt gapes now. “Let’s get back to business, shall we darling?” He unties your hospital gown, throwing it aside to reveal your breast. Sucking at his teeth and cupping them, he nods to himself. “Such a shame, such a gorgeous prey, and you’ve never known the joys of cumming on a cock.” Biting on one of your nipples, he works on licking and sucking until it rubs stiffly against the roof of his mouth. Alternate to the other after some minutes. “You can trust that Dr. Lee has a 100% success rate.”

Standing before you, he throws off his cover up, slowly unbuttoning his top to show off his built chest and shoulders. “I saw the way you were looking at me bunny, you prey are all the same. So helpless and pitiful, but still desperate to be loved and taken.”

“D-doctor..” you say, out of body. Floating on a cloud, reaching forward to grab his bare chest for something to hold on to, fearing now that you may fly away.

“My sweet delicate bunny.” He grins arrogantly, lifting your hands up to his mouth. Dragging his forked tongue between your fingers, kissing at your knuckles. “Let me take care of everything.”

Pushing you to lay back again, he smooths your hair out of your face. Softly dragging his fingers through your ears. “Love how fluffy you are.”

Dr. Lee’s hands travel down your shoulders, chest, pinching your breast on the way down past your waist and stomach. He smooths over your hips, cupping and squeezing, lowering his palms to your outer thighs. “Bet your bunny tails frantically twitching, so excited.”

“Nnnghh..” you drowsily groan, dropping your head to watch him move to your side and cup your cunt. His other hand returning to the bottom of your stomach.

“Nice and relaxed, pretty.” Gliding his digits between your lubricated folds, he taps at your entrance. Teasing and circling around your hole fluttering under his fingertips. “That’s it.”

Easing three of his digits inside of you, he begins to thrust inside of your pussy with less tenacity. Less worried about any pain you could feel with his venom racing through your veins. He pumps his fingers in and out of you with no goal other than to feel your cunt clamp around him. To pour a mess of arousal out onto this hospital floor. “Come on.” Gritting his teeth, he turns to watch your awestruck face. Panting weakly, eyes rolling up and back to look at him. The silent desperation to break through that roadblock that’s been in your way. To bring down all of your fears and inhibitions, every insecurity.

God he wants to fuck you, to ruin your pussy and mind. Leave you so damaged that no other hybrid will ever be enough.

There’s no prey in the world Heeseung’s ever come across that he can’t fuck and destroy. More determined to take you to an ultimate high given your special case, disorder, whatever the fuck it may be. “Still so tight.” He licks at his lips, thirsty for a taste.

That same rapid fire of heat exploding from your stomach hits the surface and boils over. Tipping your head back to let out a moan, you feel blinded by the white lights above, the cold heat melting down your face. And for the first time the release you’ve seeked for years finally hits. Thick fingers jab at your cervix, pushing roughly against a spongy spot inside of you over and over again. Wetness trickles out and Heeseung’s eyes burst open wide in awe.

“D-doctor! Oh m-my God!” You cry. Dropping your mouth in silent disbelief. His hand shoves down from your stomach, slapping at your clit.

“Let it go baby, let it all go.” He grunts, forearm jerking madly. “Fucking dripping.”

Everything you’ve dreamt of since starting this journey dissolves, freeing your body of tension and worry. A coil breaks free from your gut, pushing up past your chest and you scream out in pleasure. Toes curling as your hips shoot up and slick flies out around the Doctor’s fingers.

“Ahh!” The pleasures too much, sucking your stomach in as you collapse. Shaking your head from side to side and Heeseung doesn’t let up. Pressing his bicep onto your stomach he lodges you in place, continuing to fuck your cunt open until every last drop of your orgasm drenches his shirt and leaves the floor freshly mopped over.

It’s as if a sprinkler has set off inside of you, and Dr. Lee couldn’t be more proud. Smiling large and maniacally as he retracts his fingers and pats your cunt lovingly. “I knew my bunny could do it.”

“D-doctor, I feel.. f-feel,” you stutter, lips trembling. “Hot.”

“That’s your heat my love. You’re ready to be properly bred and mated now.” Unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, he wipes off his arms and chest of sweat and slick, throwing the soaked garment aside before turning to his seat to roll between your thighs. “You’ve opened up quite nicely.”

The venom shouldn’t numb you for too long, no longer than 15 minutes. Just enough to get you to this point of pleasure, too struck by each new sensation and feeling to fully understand how wrong this is. That no doctor should ever behave this way with a patient.

“My h-heat?” You ask, sounding hopeful. Pouty with your tear stained cheeks and wide shining eyes. Your eyebrows twist together as you look down at him, full of concern. “I’m in heat?”

Licking at his now very plump and pink lips, he eagerly nods. Laying his palms on your upper thighs to knead and squeeze at. “Highly common for bunny hybrids to experience their first heat during a prey attack. You see, fear and pleasure go hand in hand. You Doe’s love to play the victim especially, bouncing around with your little fluffed tails taunting us..”

He hoists your hips up higher suddenly, sliding one of his hands beneath your ass to tweak and ruffle the ball of fur at the top of your perky buttcheeks. “I need to taste you to make sure nothing’s wrong with your slick now.”

“T-taste?” You flinch. Shivering from your tail up your spine. Dragging your gaze across Dr. Lee’s blushing cheeks, his sweat slickened skin, and his hung open mouth. The tips of his tongue slithering between his teeth as he watches you.

“It’s been too long now for you to go through your first heat, we must take every precaution.” He convinces you, chin tilted in as he gazes upon your frightened face. The thrill of the hunt and control over your mind tickles through his cock. Twitching inside of his slacks again as a reminder to hurry the hell up. “No Hare will mate a rotted Doe.”

Lifting your hands to your face to bite your nails, you nod and agree for him to do whatever examinations he needs to. Anything to ensure you’re not some defunct hybrid, that you are worthy of being mated..

“This won’t hurt one bit.” His tongue flickers out, igniting that same heat in your stomach from before. Now more intense as you really take the time to look over the scales adorning Dr. Lee’s biceps, partially trailing over his collarbone and chest. His tight stomach rising and flexing with each ragged breath he takes. The way his pants cling to his thighs like a second skin in his seated position. A large bulge suffocating right in the middle between his hips.

Lowering his nose to your mound, he slowly drags the tip across while keeping his eyes directed upwards to watch you. His long tongue dragging down between your folds. Slowly slithering between as he groans against your cunt and sends vibrations through your lower half.

“H-how do I taste?” You ask curiously. Hypnotized by his thin sharp black iris.

The sound of metal clinking distracts you for a second as he releases your legs from the stirrups. Hooking under your knees to throw them onto his shoulders, he pushes forward and thrusts the tip of his tongue at your entrance. Pulling back to lick across his glistening lips and slicked coated chin.

“Tastes like dinner.” He winks. Setting off your worry once again before diving in. Long tongue wriggling through your clamped hole, lapping at the sides as he sinks in deep.

“D-doctor!..”

The length of his tongue reaches deep inside past your inner walls. Flicking the tips against your cervix as he begins to collect venom at the back of his throat to coat the inside of your cunt with. Mimicking an aphrodisiac to heighten your sex drive, making you more than desperate for cock. Knowing your head will clear up soon, he has to take extra measures to keep you drunk for his cocks.

Slurping the slick that dollops onto his bottom lip, he pulls back to gently trace between your folds. Slowly building up to firmer licks, running right over your swollen bud. “A-ahh, Dr. L-lee!” You puff breathily. The heat squeezing in your belly, tensing through your limbs.

“Come on bunny, call me Heeseung.” Slowly licking across his lips, he glances up at you. His heavy gaze full of darkness and sin. “Wanna hear you moaning and screaming my name.”

“H-heeseung.” You nod quickly. Breathing hard enough for your breasts to rise and fall rapidly.

“Feeling good?” Pursing his lips together, he kisses up your inner thighs. Never shifting his heated gaze away from yours. Latching his mouth back onto your clit, he keeps his intense gaze on your weakened one. Sucking one of his fingers inside of his mouth, he spits out more venom. Popping it free to circle over your wrinkled little rim.

“Heeseung!” You jolt up. Clutching onto the table's arm rests. “Th-that’s my—“

“Need to open you up here too bunny.” Kissing your swollen clit, he drags his puffy lips down. Sucking at your hole as his finger teases your rim. Lathering his venom around to relax your muscles. “Have to make sure nothings wrong down here.”

“In m-my—“

“Your pretty little asshole.” He says shamelessly. Slurping the slick mixed with his venom from your hole. Dipping his sporked tongue in and out over and over again as he teases your rim. The tip of his finger pushing down on your taut wrinkled skin, allowing himself to dip in just past his fingernail.

Wrinkling your face together, you try to nod. Convinced that the Doctor only has your best interest in mind. The odd discomfort between your buttcheeks fades away, falling to the pleasure building inside of you. The smooth wetness of his long tongue, how it flicks and tickles inside of you. His chilling gaze, keeping you on the edge of fear and desire. The combination lifts your hips from the table, softly rutting your clit against his tongue as he returns to wrap around your bundle of nerves.

“H-hee—“ moaning raggedly, you grip onto the chair's arms harder. Digging your nails in as he ruthlessly sucks, sneaking his digit inside of your asshole as pleasure takes over your face. Eyes rolled back leaving nothing but whites behind, mouth hung open panting and shaking.

“Yeah.” He blows across your wet cunt. Finger curling up inside of your extra tight hole, suctioning wet and hot around his digit. “Let go bunny, stop holding yourself back.” He soothers, returning to work on your clit as he squeezes in another finger.

“Ah!” Reaching down to scratch your fingers through his hair, you grasp tightly. Yanking tufts between your hands through his fervent licks. Heeseung slides his tongue all the way back in, using his other hand to rub your clit as he wiggles through. Waving his tongue against your wall, he thrusts inside of your ass simultaneously. All of it too much, racing you to the brink of over sensitivity.

Let go.

Stop holding yourself back.

The replay of his raspy voice melds into the wet sounds gushing from your core. Thighs shaking around his head as you scream out and roughly pull at his scalp. He sucks and laps at all of your squirting slick, jabbing his fingers inside of your ass faster and harder. His face drenched in your release, and still dragging his tongue through your sensitive folds.

“D-doc—Heeseung! Please no! H-hurts! S’too much!” You whine, pulling at his hair with all of the energy you have left. Body drained of life from your orgasm, like a pool of jelly as you struggle to tighten your fists.

Lapping your pussy clean, he grunts, lifting his intense piercing eyes back to yours. “You’re fucking delectable, darling. I could really eat you up.”

Shining his fangs at you, his tongue drags across them, popping his fingers out of your ass to suck on. Gliding up and down each one slowly as he moans and watches your distraught overstimulated gaze. Drawn into his hypnotic scent, dangerous words, alluring aura.

If this is the way you die, you can’t help to think it’s one hell of a way to go..

“A little more,” he mutters, shoving your thighs open to set you back on the stirrups. “Stay just like that bunny.” Cupping your hips, he aims your asshole up higher. Still so small and shyly wrinkled up beneath your swollen pussy, making him salivate as he lowers his face and drags his nose across your rim.

“Nnghh.. noo, d-don’t, not there.” You mewl, turning your face away while still watching his every move from the corner of your eye.

Adding more spit and venom, he glides three digits inside with a bit of struggle. Gritting his teeth imagining one of his cock in place of his fingers. There’s no way any of those tiny dick useless Hare’s you’ve fucked before have ever been in here. “You’re really doing so good, can’t be more proud of you right now.” He says roughly, his voice more strained. Hissing as he uses his strength to push his fingers apart inside of you. “F-fuck, bunny.”

His soft words and the sensual feeling coming from his fingers has your head spinning. This shouldn’t feel so good, right? Why does it feel so good? You can’t stop yourself from moaning, bringing your hand to your both to bite on your palm. You croon, lower back arching, riding on the size of his digits stretched apart inside of your ass.

“You like it deep.” He hums throatily. Eyes growing wide as he focuses on your rim opening up for him, dropping another wad of spit inside. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

Heeseung’s tongue creeps between his fingers, furrowing his eyebrows as he dips in for a taste. Your cunt couldn’t have been sweeter, but your ass, assuming you’re still untouched.. it’s damn near holy. Spurting saliva around his tongue as he drags in and out like a mad man, desperate to feel your insides one way or another. His predatory instinct screams to take a bite, sink his teeth into the meaty flesh of your ass. Lashing his tongue at the inside of your asshole, he pulls free and shouts. “Need to be inside of you right now.”

Sweat accumulates on your chest despite the cool temperature, throttled into your first heat with the assistance of snake venom, you can’t comprehend most of what the Doctor’s been mumbling. Going on and on about how delicious your slick is, how tight you’ll squeeze his cocks.

Cocks being the keyword you should really catch onto. “Dr. Lee, I feel d-dizzy.” Rubbing over your face, you brush down to your chest. Palming across your hardened nipples back and forth. “And hot, all over. Especially here.”

Reaching between your thighs, you smooth down past your mound. Hissing as you rubs over your clit, still hard and inflamed with blood.

“Does it hurt?” He asks coyly, knowing full well you’ve lost yourself to your own primal instincts. Craving to be filled with something, even if you continue to have any doubts. “Does it hurt? My sweet bunny.” He coo’s, placing his hand over yours. The heat radiating off of your body melting his skin. “Do you need me to make you feel better?”

“Please.. please, h-help me..”

Heeseung can taste the venom dripping from his fangs, fighting himself to not roll his eyes every time you beg for his help. God if only you could see how helpless you are, how pathetic and easy to capture you are. Handing yourself over to your predator on a fucking silver platter, you’re the best type of hybrid, his favorite.

“I’ll do more than that.” He mumbles quietly under his breath, locking your legs back into the stirrups. Taking a step back, he finally unbuckles his belt, sighing as he unzips his slacks and his cocks can breathe at last. Sticky and hot inside of his boxers where precum had leaked onto every once dry area. “This shouldn’t hurt too much, bunny. One last exam to make sure you’re ready to be mated..”

Dr. Lee’s chest and stomach muscles flex as he works to discard his bottoms. His veiny hands moving slowly, squeezing his eyes shut and tucking in his lip as he peels away his boxers. The sight of his fully bare figure jolts something inside of your stomach. Squeezing out a wad of slick that drips onto the floor, you whimper and shake your legs to get out of the chair. “D-doctor! No!”

Dropping and kicking off his boxers with a groan, he grabs onto his shafts using both hands. The sight before you is absolutely obscene, horrifying even. Thick hands circle and stroke his cocks, dropping his head back and grunting. “One last test, then you’ll be all done with this.”

Dr. Lee eyes you dripping hole, slick dribbling down past your rim onto the floor. Pouring down like rain droplets as they land in a puddle beneath your ass. He growls, reaching for your hips to haul your lower half almost off of the edge of the table, setting you into the perfect position.

“A-ah! Doctor!” The vinyl material of the examination chair burns against your skin. Sticking to you the more you sweat. Peering at his face nervously, your shaking hands reach out to grab onto something, his chest, shoulders. Anything to assure you that this is real, a snake hybrid stands before you fully nude; tracing his eyes down your body to the heated flesh between your legs.

Tugging on his cocks a few more times, he grits his teeth. Lowering his nose to your scent gland, his nostrils drag up and down, emitting more of his smokey scent to calm you. Tempted to bite you, leave some type of mark along your delicate throat, he nips at your skin. Lapping the sore area before you can complain. “Tastes so good everywhere, don’t you bunny.”

Lining his lengths up to your holes, he licks up your jaw to your ear. Kissing and mumbling sweet words to calm your choked staggered breaths. “Don’t forget, you’re made for this.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the first prod of his tips pushing against your holes. No amount of stretching you, licking you, fucking you with his tongue and fingers. The Doctor’s thick width burns as his cockheads press forward to penetrate past your tight holes. None of the Hare’s you’d been with in the past could compare to even half of one of his dicks, let alone two.

A string of curses drips from his mouth, huffing against your cheek as he presses his forehead to yours. “Open up for me darling, let me in. Be a good bunny.”

Continuing to slowly push himself inside of you, he watches the tears slowly pour from your pure harmless eyes. So soft and sweet, gentle. Your fluffy ears framing your face so innocently, he can’t stop himself. Dragging his fingers through your furry ears, he pulls on them playfully. Smirking at the gasp you let out, the way your eyes roll up for a moment. Tugging again he forces his cockhead past your rim and cunt, grinding his teeth together.

“Gonna fill you up so good, bunny.” Heeseung drags the tip of one of your ears to his lips, sucking on it the same way you had done earlier. Eyes fluttering shut as he pushes in inch by slow inch. Cradled by the sound of your cries and whimpers, how your breathing stops whenever he sucks on your fluffy ear; coating your fur with his saliva. Leaving the trail on his scent stuck on you permanently, from your blood infiltrated by his venom. To your womb soon to be filled with his cum.

The snap of taut stretched skin around his lower cock jerks his hips forward. Halting to suck deep breaths in through his nose. His hands drop down to your arms, squeezing as he maneuvers them beneath you to wrap you up in a tight hug. The size of his body crushes you in, stuffed to the brim with his dicks filling your ass and pussy. The Doctor circles his hips, savoring the way your holes clamp around him, burying his last inch into the hilt.

“Heeseung,” you pant, drowsy eyes flickering up. Reaching between your bodies, you rub over the bulge pushing out under your navel. The fat tip of his cock pressing against your insides so deep, you have to feel it to believe it. Mouth dropping in awe as you trace the shape of him, reaching lower to drag your fingers around his size probing through the flesh of your stomach. “Feel you, r-right here.”

“Fuck.” The euphoric high look on your face can only come from getting fucked. His hips twitch, sucking on the drool inside of his mouth to concentrate on anything other than how much you're squeezing around him. How he can feel your dainty fingers jerking him off through the skin lining the bottom of your stomach.

Forcing himself to calm down with deep breaths, he tries to let you get used to the painful throbbing inside of your ass. Tries to let you get used to his fat girth filling up your cunt, slowly pushing himself side to side to accommodate you tight holes for himself. A dull ache rips throughout his pelvis, climbing up to his stomach in a coiling spiral, and he can’t stop himself anymore. Gathering your chest to press snuggly against his, he pulls your back off the chair. Thrusting out only a few inches before burying his lengths in deep. “A-agh!”

Dr. Lee can feel it, the way your asshole grips around him trying to push him out while your tight pussy sucks against him. The difference stirs heat up to his chest, pulling out a few more inches before plummeting forward again. Losing his sense with that second thrust, he savors these last fleeting minutes inside of you for the first time. Eyes rolling back as he draws out to the tip and begins to ruthlessly fuck you.

The scream you let out only encourages his hips, slamming forward faster. Hurting at first to be taken so roughly, fucked in your ass for the first time, but your heat takes over after a minute more of push and pull. The resistance he was met with disappearing as he sheathes each inch inside of your holes without falter. The more he made you take it, the better it felt to be fucked with abandon.

The beating of his heart pounded against your chest, rocking you down onto his lengths. Against the chair, ramming his hips between your trapped opened legs with free will. Reaching one of your hands around his neck, you squeeze at his nape, scratching your nails down his scales. Screaming through your gritted teeth as he somehow fucks you even faster.

“Heeseung!” Rubbing your fingers over the shape of his cock bulging through your stomach, you cry out. Dropping your face into his neck to further intoxicate yourself with his hedonistic scent.

The build up of something hot and mind numbing spills over inside of you, clenching down on him from your ass to your pussy; you try to kick free. Squirting around his cock fucking inside of your cunt past your orgasm, slicks rains down onto his thighs, by his feet. Spraying your aroused scent all over the hospital room.

“S-stop!” You whine despairingly. Digging your nails into the back of his neck. Dragging your other arm around him to scratch down his spine as he continues to fuck through your gripping over sensitivity. “Dr. Lee! H-hurts! Please!”

The only sounds entering Heeseung’s head right now are his snake, lashing at him to fuck, breed, claim. Take take and take some more. Loud moans and pained gasps play around him as he fucks into you animalistically, unsure if they’re coming from you. Maybe a mixture of your pleasure, too drunk off of his own need to overpower you, he thrust in deep.

Reaching back to unclasp your legs and throw your thighs up against you, he slams forward. Cock burying to the hilt, locking his biceps under the pits of your knees. Bending you in half as he chases his orgasm and more of your slick dribbles out, shooting at his stomach and balls. They clap wet and loud against the top of your ass, nearly hanging off of his cocks with how far he’s pulled you off of the table.

“Doctor!” You sob into his neck, another orgasm ripping free from your body. He locks around your back, crushing you to his body in a full mating press. The look in his eyes near demonic as he raises up and stands straight, throwing your ass and pussy down onto his cocks. The resounding clap of wet skin on skin pounds throughout the room, bouncing off these sanitized hospital walls. And he fucks into youbat a deranged pace, led by the sound of your breath growing shallow, the silent cries that struggle to exit your dried up scratchy throat.

“F-fuck!” He squeezes out through trembling lips. Laying you against the table once his thighs begin to burn. He buries inside once, twice, thrusts growing sloppy as he captures your mouth with his plump lips and lets out a howled scream.

The swell of his knots shoots your tired eyes wide open. Irises shaking as your eyes well up with tears and the pain of being stretched to accept his knot pushing against your abused holes erupts through your body. Struggling to breath with his mouth latched to yours, tongue slithering past your tonsils.

“There you go..” he looks down. Forehead covered with a thick gleam of sweat. His handsome features reddened, hair a mess from all of your pulling. Grinding his cocks inside of you, he shivers and twitches as cum flows out and stuffs you from both ends. “All better now, bunny.”

Dr. Lee’s shoulders continue to tremble, gripping your waist so tight, nails cutting into your skin. Both of his cock stay locked in place, knots fully expanded inside of both of your holes.

“Heeseung?”

Bright yellow eyes snap up to your face, his sharp teeth chatter, and he loudly swallows. The fear you felt before completely disintegrates, only worried now that he’ll leave.. never to be seen again.

“Are you going to kill me now?” You ask almost pitifully. Frowning, you clutch your hands to your chest. Too ashamed to look down at the area you’re still connected.

“No, bunny, never.” He smiles, peeling his hands off your stomach to cup your cheeks. “I’m going to mate you.”

A new fear of the abomination growing in your stomach arises, shaking your head. “We can’t!”

“Shhh shhh.” Wiping away your tears, he kisses the tip of your nose. Gently dragging his lips lower to graze your bitten over pout. Circling his hips, he roughly digs into your waist for leverage to push his knots in deeper. “Dr. Lee will take care of everything.”

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