#okay so I have a predator/prey kink but that means nothing alright

[sophiethewitch1]

Sparring sessions with Damian would be the worst. He's constantly mocking you, trying to make you lose your edge. And he's quick too, dancing around any punches or kicks you throw. Even when it's obvious you won't win the spar, he still doesn't take you down. He'll let you keep going. Keep struggling till you're a sweaty and exhausted mess.

That's when he'll pounce. Pins you down to the sparring mats, his body straddling yours. You try to buck him off. He just thrusts his hips back down into yours. The bulge in his sweats pressing against you has the fight in you disappearing like smoke. You look up at him, confused, and he merely smirks back down at you.

"Not going to tap out?"

You do, hand tapping the training mat, even as you stare into his emerald green eyes. You don't think you could look away even if you tried.

"Hm, but I think I've earned my reward, don't you?"

It doesn't really matter what your answer is, does it? He likes it when you struggle, after all.

[kookingtae]

in character (m)

pornstar!yoongi

→ scenario: Yoongi is one of the best porn stars in the industry; everyone wants to work with him at least once in their career. But what you don’t expect to feel for your co-star is the desire for something more than what’s written on the script.

alternatively: actor au where yoongi plays a burglar who breaks into your house and has his way with you.

→ word count: 5.7k

→ warnings: dom yoongi, rough consensual noncon, breath play, dirty talk, degradation, a lot of slapping, language, face fucking, choking, size kink, cock warming, predator/prey, sadism, unknowing cuckhold, ur tied up, just pure filth tbh

→ a/n: this was previously posted on a side blog of mine, which i’ve since deactivated and reposted here! so if you’ve seen this before, no u havent ♡

“Take it.” Yoongi hovers over your kneeling form, his member held in his hand as he forces it between your closed lips. “Take my fat fucking cock in your mouth like the little slut that you are.”

“Mmm, can’t,” you mumble a muffled reply, turning your head side to side in an attempt to avoid him. You half heartedly tug at the rope restraining your wrists behind your back even though you know they won’t break loose. “It’s t-too big.”

He lets out a dark chuckle. “Come on. Be a good girl and make it fit.” He finally shoves his way into your mouth, his salty precum coating your taste buds as you welcome the warm, velvety soft flesh of his length against your tongue. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt deep within your throat and your face is pressed against his abdomen, the feeling of his happy trail tickling your skin.

“Swallow,” he demands and you do as you’re told. “I want to feel you choking and gagging around my cock.” He tilts his head back with a groan as your throat tightens around his length. “Ah fuck, atta girl.”

You struggle to pull away again before he finally relents this time. A big gulp of air fills your lungs when your mouth is empty, air freely filling your lungs before your windpipes are suddenly constricted again as he wraps his hand around your throat

“Did I say you could stop, bitch?” He hisses before grabbing the base of his shaft and slapping his dick against your cheeks multiple times. The flesh bounces against the supple skin of your lips, leaving a smear of saliva in its wake before his hand then finds your face for a light slap. He backhands the other side for good measure, eyes lighting up in sadistic pleasure when your slack lips give way as a hole for his dick again.

“Cut!”

You’re instantly brought back to reality. Set lights that were once dim now brighten and the sound of idle chatter from stage crew fill the background. Yoongi releases his fist’s firm hold on your hair to step away as if he hadn’t just been abusing your throat mere seconds ago.

“You alright?” He asks softly as he watches you take in a deep breath.

You nod and flash him a weak smile while you try to quell your racing heart. The urge to wipe your tears is overwhelming, though even if your hands were free you couldn’t give in because the mascara streaming down your face would smear. Instead you turn your attention to the director who stopped the scene.

“Yoongi, I’m going to need you to be a little more rough,” the director speaks from his seat behind the camera.

“More rough?” His brows shoot up to his hairline.

“You’re supposed to be a burglar who has broken into this house and taken Y/N hostage—of course more rough.”

Yoongi’s eyes flicker down to you as if silently checking to make sure you‘re okay with this. When you manage to offer him a small smile and nod your head, that seems to be the confirmation he needs.

“Alright,” he replies.

You’re careful not to move so not to cause issues later on when they edit the shot. “Can I get some water?” You call out.

A crew member comes over with a bottle of water, holding the top to your lips and tipping it back so that you’re still able to drink with your hands bound behind your back. The cool liquid is soothing on your strained throat, and when you let out a hum the crew member removes the bottle and ducks back behind the camera.

“How is everything that I’m doing?” Yoongi turns to you once your mouth is free. “Any discomfort? Complaints?”

You gently shake your head. The difference between Yoongi on and off camera is still astounding; this man is a great actor. “Everything’s fine. Please, don’t worry about me. I can take it.”

Yoongi arches his brow, an almost impressed expression adorning his features. “You must be pretty tough then if you can handle all of that.”

You shrug, your eyes finding his with a gleam as you reply, “I like it rough.”

Before he has time to respond, the director is calling for places again. You quickly clear your throat and mentally prepare yourself for the scene ahead while Yoongi gives his dick a few good pumps before an action! fills the room.

It’s fascinating watching him snap back into character; what was once concern in his eyes is now instantly replaced with predatory satisfaction as his hand finds its way back into your hair at the crown of your head, the tip of his still-leaking cock pressing against your slack lips.

“Now fucking take it,” he grits before roughly shoving it into your throat. “Take it like the whore you are.”

A loud gagging noise leaves you at the sudden intrusion, though the sound only seems to urge him forward as his fist tightens its grip to set the pace of your movements while he holds his hips still and roughly tugs your mouth up and down on his length. You let out another lewd noise whenever you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, though you still manage to hug your lips around his shaft with each motion.

“Ah, good girl. You like choking on my cock?” He slaps your hollowed cheek with his free hand and marvels at the way your skin turns red under his touch. “Yeah? Choke on it, slut.” His hand then finds your nose and squeezes so that he’s holding your breath and the only purchase you have is his member fucking your throat.

Your vision ebbs at the edges from the lack of oxygen filling your lungs, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks to purposefully smear the non-waterproof mascara you’re wearing. Your body starts to involuntarily panic as it struggles for air, and it’s only when your knee subtly nudges his ankle three times—the agreed upon number prior to filming which means you’re at your limit—that he finally releases his hold on your nose and lets you fall back with a staggering cough.

Relief floods you as you take in a deep breath of sweet, sweet air. The director hasn’t called cut so he must’ve liked the stunt, which means that Yoongi never leaves character as he watches your display with sadistic pleasure.

“So fucking pathetic. I bet that pretty little mouth of yours has never been fucked like this, hm?” He grips your chin between his fingers and drags his thumb across your bottom lip before forcing it between your lips. “Suck,” he orders.

You have no choice but to obey, wrapping your tongue around the digit and hollowing your cheeks.

Yoongi chuckles darkly. “Look at you. You’re so cock hungry that you’re willing to suck off any part of me. Desperate slut.” One of his hands snakes down to your breasts as he grabs the flesh in a tight grip, groping a couple times before giving them a few slaps and admiring the way they bounce beneath his touch. His thumb then finally slips from your mouth only to find its way around your throat and use the hold to pull you up on your knees again. “If you’re so desperate then you’re going to gag on my dick until I blow my load all over that pretty face of yours, yeah?”

You let out a whimper, playing the facade of a scared hostage as you shake your head pleadingly.

A resounding smack fills the air as his hand finds your cheek again in a harder slap this time, and you can feel the wetness pool between your legs as he manhandles you so that your back is flat against the floor and his hands are holding you down.

“That wasn’t a question. Be a good girl and take what I give to you,” he rasps as he angles his hips over your lifted head and begins fucking your face with quick, precise thrusts. Each assault makes another lewd gagging sound leave your mouth as you have no choice but to take the rough onslaught.

He throws his head back in unabashed pleasure as a loud moan leaves his lips, not even looking at you anymore as his hips continue to buck in chase of his high. He’s using you as a sex toy for his pleasure without a second thought, and you can’t deny the way arousal rolls within you at the sight.

After a few more moments of this your sore throat throbs and your wrists begin to ache as the rope digs into your back, and it’s only when your thigh nudges his three times that he seems to come to and pulls himself out of your mouth.

You cough while struggling a bit to sit up. Yoongi seems to notice this and helps you back to your knees before he’s suddenly picking you up entirely and throwing you on the bed as if you weigh nothing.

“Enough of your mouth. I’ve decided I wanna feel that tight fucking cunt around me instead.” His eyes are dark, dangerous as they watch you like a predator stalking its prey, and you find yourself gulping in equal parts fear and excitement.

“W-wait, please–“ you remember the script enough to whimper, though even you know the acting is a lie as your mouth grows dry when Yoongi crawls over you.

“Shut the fuck up!” He hisses before giving your bare pussy a punishing slap. It’s hard to miss the string of liquid arousal that chases his fingers, and he sneers down at you with a condescending tilt of his head. “I knew you were a fucking slut. Look how turned on you are from a stranger tying you up and having their way with you.” He spreads his fingers apart to show you your wetness before he’s reaching forward and shoving his fingers between your lips. “Taste yourself. Taste what I make your body feel.”

The heady flavor of your juices is peculiar on your tongue, though you take what you’re given with big eyes as you stare up at him, your gaze holding for longer than planned as you find yourself unable to look away.

And it’s after a few moments that he suddenly lurches forward and presses his lips to yours in a hard, passionate kiss. You let out a moan of surprise—you hadn’t been expecting that—before your lids are fluttering shut and you’re completely melting beneath him. His tongue is needy as it pushes past your lips to hungrily lap up the taste of both of your arousal mixed together in the caverns of your mouth.

The sensation has you seeing stars, and you let out another groan of pleasure before your back is involuntarily arching to press your chest against his, wanting to feel more of him.

“Cut!”

You hardly even register the director’s voice through the hazy fog of your mind, and it isn’t until Yoongi pulls away that you open your eyes to see the lights and cameras around you. You blink to adjust your eyesight and almost reluctantly turn your head on the mattress beneath you to look at the man in charge.

“There is no kissing in this script.” He holds up his phone to wave the downloaded file that contains this scene’s directions as if to reiterate his point. You were both emailed a copy of the script before you accepted this job. “It’s too intimate. And Y/N, you can’t act like you like what’s happening to you.”

Your cheeks heat up slightly at him calling out your obvious desire that you were trying but failing to contain. “I got it,” you call back half-heartedly. When you face forward again you‘re met with Yoongi’s eyes gazing down at you.

His expression is unreadable, a mix of emotions you can’t comprehend at the moment. “Sorry,” he mouths apologetically since he had been the one to kiss you in the first place.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset, regardless of the director’s criticism.

“Action!” He calls from his seat to start the scene where Yoongi left off removing his fingers from your mouth.

He gives your pussy another slap if only to get back into the rhythm of the scene’s tone, and your body quivers at the sudden sensation.

“No, don’t–“ you try to squirm away from his touch, though the fight only seems to make him angry as he suddenly grabs your body and throws you forward over his lap.

“I told you good girls take what they’re given!” He scolds before a hand slams down over your bare ass, the sting causing you to yelp in surprise. He continues this a few more times, each slap reverberating through the room and leaving a growing red mark on your skin. “Do you like being punished? Wanna be punished by my cock?”

“No–!” You try to shake your head when he’s suddenly shifting you down so that your face is hovering over his erect member.

“Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to good use,” he growls, gripping the base of his shaft and aligning it with your mouth. Because you’re lying on your stomach your head has nowhere to go but down, and he takes full advantage of that situation as he snaps his hips up so that his cock is being forced down your throat with each thrust.

“Such a good fuck doll. Instead of robbing this house I might just steal you and use you as my personal sex toy,” he groans with a toss of his head, his cock unable to leave your mouth due to the position.

You carefully breathe out of your nose for air as you curl your tongue around his length, inexplicably still wanting to pleasure him despite the situation. Each sound of satisfaction that falls from his lips adds to the growing ache of lust in your core, and when your lower half squirms in an attempt to relieve some of the tension this catches Yoongi’s attention.

His hand finds your ass again in a series of quick slaps, each motion cupping the lower cheek and causing your pussy to quiver in anticipation from his fingers being so close to where you want him most. His palm then smoothes over your reddened skin, admiring his blooming artwork before his touch finally settles between your legs.

“Ah, you put up such a fight but your body responds so well.” A curse escapes under his breath when his middle finger slides between your lower lips.

You let out a muffled whine around him, his hips ceasing their movement to instead explore your body so that you’re now warming his stiff cock with your throat.

“You’re such a good cock warmer,” he muses down at you, swiveling his hips for good measure so that his erection swirls inside you.

The action causes you to gag, a sensation that he likes if the involuntary groan is any tell, but the sore pain in your throat is quickly forgotten when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside you.

“Holy shit, you’re tight!” The words leave his lips in pure surprise that cannot be faked.

You wish you could see the genuine reaction on his facial expression, but instead your eyes squeeze shut at the sexual relief that fills your core from finally having some part of him inside you. Oh, how badly you want to beg him to keep fingering you, to cry for his cock and bask in the pleasure he’s giving your body.

But alas, you can’t. You have a part to play.

And so you rock your hips back and forth in what is meant to look like an effort to force his fingers out of you when really you’re just riding them for relief.

Yoongi seems to be in awe above you, and you don’t even have to nudge him three times to make him lift you up off his dick and onto the bed.

You pathetically gasp for breath once there’s nothing obstructing your airways, not realizing how badly you needed oxygen until you’re finally able to breathe properly.

“Enough of this. I’m fucking that tight little cunt right this second.” His tone is dark, determined as he stands on the floor and drags you to the edge of the bed. “On your knees,” he barks coldly.

You resist the urge to desperately obey him, instead fighting back fearfully until he finally manhandles your body into the position he wants you with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the mattress.

“Stop, y-you’re too big!” You start to protest once you feel his tip breaching your walls.

He instantly smacks your ass as punishment. “Sex dolls can’t talk. I’m gonna stretch you so much you rip in half on my dick if that’s what it fucking takes.” And with that he slams into you full force without a second warning.

Despite the scene at hand, Yoongi is a good, smart guy. He has a reputation in the porn industry for being the man every person wants to fuck at some point in their career. His resume is vast and his experience shows in his technique. You’re assuming that’s how he knows you don’t need anymore prepping when it comes to taking his full length and girth; thankfully he doesn’t comment on it out loud, but you’re embarrassingly wet. Like ‘it feels like you’ve already orgasmed twice’ kind of wet. Which is why there’s no hesitation on his part to bury into you to the hilt, and the fake cry of pain that leaves your lips is actually a very grateful cry of sheer, undeniable pleasure.

“Fuck!” He cries out immediately, his hips stalling as they press flush against the heated skin of your ass. “Shit, you’re squeezing around me like crazy. About to milk my cock dry if you don’t stop.”

His voice is breathless, strained; you can tell from your line of work that he’s trying to hold back from finishing too early. Not that you can blame him, what with the way you spent all of foreplay glued to his dick. Still, this being the wildly popular Min Yoongi and all, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride swell within you at his words.

“Cut!” The director suddenly calls, though neither you nor your co-star move. “Yoongi, do you need a minute? We can cut the footage later if you want to wait until you’re ready to start again.”

“U-uh, yeah, just a sec.” It’s interesting how much his voice wavers now that you have a break without the pressure of the camera filming a continuous take.

You glance at him over your shoulder as best as you can with the side of your face in the sheets and your wrists still restrained behind your back. “Anything I can do to help?” You ask.

“N-no, you—don’t move,” he quickly warns as if any motion whatsoever would cause him to blow his load right then and there.

For some reason it causes your heart to flutter with endearment.

So you simply nod your head and settle back down against the bed, the sensation of him essentially warming his erect cock within your walls not helping any as you can feel your slick arousal now dripping down your thighs.

“And... action. Take your time and whenever you’re ready you can start back up again,” the director calls out to him.

Yoongi briefly nods from behind you, and it’s after a few deep breaths from him that you start to feel movement inside the deepest parts of you. He rubs his hips experimentally against your ass to test the waters before finally rolling them in a slow, meticulous motion.

“Shit, I wouldn’t have wasted time on your mouth if I knew you had a pussy like this,” he curses softly as the repeated action starts to gain momentum.

Your skin is slick with precum and sweat where your bodies meet, though you’re unable to stop the moan that tumbles from your lips as his thrusts speed up and the sound of slapping flesh fills the room.

It isn’t long before what was once caution and hesitation transforms back into the rough tone of the script now that he’s not afraid of finishing early. He gives your ass a few loud, stinging slaps before his hand reaches down to grab a fistful of your hair and yank you up. You cry out, your torso now completely lifted in the air due to the strong grip he has on you.

“That’s right, I knew you could take my fat cock. You were just whining like the little bitch you are, huh?” He grits his teeth and slips his hand from your hair to the knotted rope that binds both of your hands together. Your scalp is thankful when he chooses to hold onto that instead while he steadies your body for his relentless pace.

“Ah! No, fuck, it’s too much–“ you barely remember to scream out your lines through the endless waves of pleasure he’s assaulting your body.

“Did I say you could speak?” He growls before dropping your hands so that your chest falls back against the mattress again. There’s only a beat of silence while he grabs your abandoned panties on the bed before he’s unceremoniously shoving them into your mouth. “Now shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna hear you unless you’re crying over my cock.”

And so loud endless sobs tear through your throat, the sound muffled from the soiled fabric in your mouth as he grips your hips so tightly you‘re sure his fingertips will leave bruises and he yanks your body up and down on his length.

“Fuck, gonna keep your messy cunt as my own personal pocket pussy.” Dirty words tumble from his mouth as he loses himself to the pleasure your walls are giving him. “Gonna fuck you every single day.”

You hear the sound of a door closing from somewhere within the house you’re using as a set, and you know that means the scene where your supposed boyfriend comes home is now happening.

“Mmmm!” Your eyes widen as you attempt to speak, in the middle of spitting the panties out when Yoongi suddenly leans forward against your back and shoves them back into your mouth before slamming a hand over your lips to keep them there.

“Oh, is someone home?” There’s a sadistic, devilish glint in his eye as he speaks against your ear, his hips continuing their rutting. “Let them see. Let them see how much of a pathetic whore you are creaming all over my cock.”

The new angle causes him to hit another spot within you that has you crying out in pure ecstasy, tears steadily streaming from the corners of your eyes as your vocal cords vibrate with every muffled groan against his palm.

You hear the sound of your fake boyfriend walking up the stairs, and that’s Yoongi’s cue to pull out and tug you to your feet by the knotted rope at the juncture of your wrists. He roughly shoves you against the closed door with his chest pressed against your back so that you have nowhere to move.

“Mmmm!” You moan frantically again when you feel his cock push back into you, and it’s all you can do to shake his palm from your mouth and spit out the panties between your lips before your boyfriend stops to knock on the door.

You spare a panicked glance back at Yoongi only to see him smirking sardonically at you. “Answer,” his twisted words curl around the tightening coil in your core.

You frantically shake your head. There’s no way you can do that without getting caught!

At your refusal he shoves you against the wall even harder this time, his free hand wrapping around your throat to hold your gaze on him. “I said, answer. Let him hear how I make you feel.” He pivots his hips up in a particularly heavy thrust that had a cry of pleasure falling from your lips—one that catches the ears of your waiting boyfriend.

“Sweetheart, is everything okay in there?” He calls out in concern before turning the handle.

Your eyes widen as Yoongi tugs on your wrists so that you’re stumbling back a couple steps and the door has enough room to open, though you quickly peek your head out so that your fake boyfriend can’t see that you’re naked or that Yoongi is currently ramming his cock into you from behind.

“H-hey babe,” your words stumble as Yoongi starts back up with a relentless pace, one hand holding onto your knotted wrists for leverage so that he can bounce you back and forth on his dick while the other hand smooths down the bare expanse of your back.

Your boyfriend’s eyes instantly widen in concern. “Are you crying? What happened, are you feeling okay?”

When he starts to step inside, you quickly shake your head. “N-no, no don’t worry. I was just uh—I was taking off my makeup. I feel good.” At that moment Yoongi uses his hand on your back to push down on your spine so that you’re leaning forward even more, the new angle causing him to hit a sweet spot deep within your walls. “I feel so good!” You involuntarily cry out.

There’s no way this stunt would ever look believable in real life. But that’s the beauty of porn.

Yoongi suddenly slaps your ass and you stumble, your hand instinctively trying to fly to your mouth to cover your whimper. Though because your wrists are bound, you’re unable to stop the sound of pleasure that hangs wantonly in the air once it falls from your lips.

Alarm springs to your boyfriend’s features. “What was that?”

“I-I just stubbed my toe,” you lamely fumble for the script’s poor excuse.

He nods and you listen to him ramble about his day, mostly stalling for time so the cameras can catch the glory of this unknowing-cuckold moment. You supply distracted hm’s and uh huh’s until he finally says he’s going to the kitchen.

“I’ll be there in a bit, babe,” you call out as he walks away, and the second the door shuts Yoongi shoves you against it again and holds you there with his body, never missing a beat as he continues to slam his hips into you from behind.

“What’s wrong, babe? Don’t want him to know what a little slut you are?” He snarls into your ear, the pet name falling sarcastically from his lips and making your stomach flutter. His skin is slick with sweat where your bodies meet and the heat from your heavy breathing clouds the air between you with lust. “It took everything in me not to open the door and show him whose cock has been stretching this fucking cunt of yours.”

Yoongi doesn’t waste a second tugging you back to the bed now that your interruption has left, though instead of throwing you face down like before, he positions you on your back this time with your ass at the edge of the bed while he towers over you.

There’s something about this position that feels more intimate—maybe it’s because you can stare straight into his eyes this time when he fucks you. But one slap of your tits as he suddenly thrusts his cock back into your heat and you know he’s still in character.

“Ah!” You cry out, the quick intrusion making you see stars.

He doesn’t waste time building his rhythm as he starts back up at the same frightening pace as before, and the hand that’s groping and abusing your breasts slides up your chest and clamps down around your throat, using his hold to yank you up and down on his length again.

“You finally ready to be a good girl? Done whining about taking my fat cock?” He chuckles darkly as you struggle to breathe, fresh tears starting to prick at the edges of your eyes over the black stains streaking down your cheeks.

Just when you’re about to nudge him three times, he releases his grip on your windpipe to instead travel up your jaw and hook his fingers inside your open mouth. His fingers curl behind the back of your bottom-row teeth, holding you there while he fucks into you and uses your holes as a means to get himself off.

“Look at you, so pathetic and submissive beneath me. The perfect sex doll.” His gaze never wavers from your big eyes while he speaks, and before you can register what’s happening he’s suddenly leaning down and spitting into your mouth that he’s forcing open. “Swallow,” he orders.

It’s embarrassing how quickly you obey. Every second that passes is spent reminding yourself that you need to remember your script rather than act on impulse.

But that’s proving harder and harder to do now that Yoongi’s face is so close to yours.

You resist the urge to lean up and kiss him. Your director already scolded you once today; you don’t need him calling you out again. Though you might not have to endure this facade that much longer, because soon your co-star’s hand is snaking down between your legs and finding the bundle of nerves that instantly sets your body aflame.

You have no choice but to take what he’s giving you, and the onslaught of pleasure mixed with the mental image of everything happening is too much for you to handle.

Which is why his growl of “cum,” in the shell of your ear is all it takes for you to lose it on his cock.

“Fuck,” the word falls from his lips with a low, throaty groan. He stands upright again and tosses his head back, both hands returning to your hips as he drags your pussy even faster on his length so you ride out your high while he desperately chases his. “I didn’t think it was even possible for you to feel any tighter—shit, your pretty pussy is gonna make me cum.”

The sounds of pleasure leaving his lips turn short, breathless, until finally you feel the sudden sensation of milky white cum flooding your insides. It’s warm and leaves your body feeling full, satisfied when he eventually pulls out to admire his seed dripping from your cunt.

He bends down to get a view up close, and without the haze of lust clouding your movements you actually feel embarrassed by his thorough inspection despite everything that just happened. If it wasn’t for the dizzying lethargy that’s starting to settle over your body and a need to end the scene, you might’ve tried to squirm away.

“Clench,” he suddenly orders, his thumb dragging up your inner thigh and entering your abused pussy again as he stuffs his seed back inside of you. “Don’t let it drip out. I want you to remember the feeling of my cum filling you up when you talk to your precious boyfriend.”

You shudder at his touch against your sensitive mound, though thankfully he doesn’t linger as the director calls cut! and the scene ends.

The hum of background chatter fills the room again, and it takes you a moment to blink from your daze and realize what’s happening. You can’t move from the bed even if you wanted to.

Yoongi is instantly at your side untying your wrists, his touch careful and gentle compared to the harsh way he was handling your body just moments prior. “Hey, you okay?” He sits down by your side and runs a soothing hand over your hair, your back. “I’m sorry if I went too far a couple times there. They said they wanted me to be more rough, so I–“

“It’s fine, really,” you hum in reassurance when you eventually find your voice. A sigh of relief leaves your lips once your wrists are finally free of the constricting rope, and you rub and roll them a few times to ease the stiff ache in your bones. “I never nudged you because I was uncomfortable. I just needed to breathe,” you chuckle amiably.

A soft smile finds Yoongi’s lips, and he slowly reaches out to give you enough time to pull away if you want to until the pad of his thumb is tenderly swiping the mascara-stained tears from your cheekbones.

The contrast makes you dizzy. It’s like night and day, his actions not even a minute ago compared to his actions now. His sexual range leaves your heart aflutter and you don’t know why.

“Shit, you have marks on your hips.” He runs a hand over the curvature of your side. A shiver shoots down your spine at his feathery touch. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to get that into it.”

The tantalizing motion of his fingers seem to put you in a trance before you finally find the strength to sit upright, though the sudden movement makes you wobble a little off balance. He quickly wraps his arms around your back to steady you and then leans back against the bed frame.

You let out an exhale, your stomach rolling at the intimacy of the interaction. You’re now cuddling with Yoongi, and the cameras aren’t rolling anymore. Does he do this with all his co-stars after a shoot?

“You don’t have to apologize,” you murmur, swallowing before admitting your next words. “I got into it too. It was so difficult for me to act like I didn’t want it.”

Yoongi leans back in surprise at your words so he can get a good look at your face, though it‘s in that moment while the two of you are gazing at each other that his manager calls his name. You can’t help but notice the reluctance in his movements as he parts from you, eventually getting up and putting on his robe behind the camera. 

You sigh, giving your legs a bit more time to rest until your manager calls you over as well. What’s happening? You’ve left a shoot satisfied before, but never yearning for more. Was the sex really just that good? Or is it something more, something that has to do with the boy with dark eyes and fluffy black hair staring back at you from across the room?

Whatever it is, you find yourself suddenly a little too excited to see Min Yoongi again.

[quokkacore]

please don’t bite [wong yukhei] (m)

part of the wasn’t on pawpose collab

summary: you’d always prided yourself on being able to read people well and managing yourself as an independent hybrid in a world that was still getting over that. but when lucas, your best friend, manages to get himself turned into a wolf hybrid, it has you second-guessing everything you thought you knew about yourself, him, and the both of you, together. 

pairing: wolfhybrid!lucas x bunnyhybrid!femreader

genre: friends to enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, angst, thriller if you squint

warnings: language, lucas is a bit of a dick, medical experimentation, mentions of sexual harassment, knotting, breeding kink, mating cycles, degradation (use of the word bitch to be specific), dirty talk, biting, marking, size kink, possessiveness, jealousy, mentioned doyoung x reader, momentarily dubious consent, stomach bulging, slight predator x prey dynamic between lucas and reader

song rec: troye sivan - bite ♡ wonder girls - why so lonely  ♡ neon trees - everybody talks  ♡ harry styles - cherry  ♡ the 1975 - tonight (i wish i was your boy)  ♡ sunmi - 24/7  ♡ loona (jinsoul)  - singing in the rain ♡ fall out boy - hold me tight, or don’t  ♡ wayv - bad alive

word count: 17.6k

a/n: this turned out a lot longer and a lot angstier than i expected. also.... dont ask where yukhei’s human ears went. i don’t know either :P

masterlist

You were going to kill Lee Taemin, if the dean of your university didn’t do it first. This was all his fault. 

It all started at the beginning of the semester, when Lucas, your best friend and roommate, had told you during dinner he was helping your older friend, Taemin with an experiment for his Ph.D. You'd expected him to say he'd be handing out surveys on Main Street or trying some new diet and writing down the effects, or something along those lines. 

Nope, not at all. What he really said had thrown you for a loop. “Actually, I’m gonna be trying out some hybrid hormone pills he’s been working on that have finally been cleared for human testing.”

You’d choked on the pizza you were eating. “You’re going to do what!?” You cried when you finally managed to swallow your food.

“Dude, chill,” He answered, large hands waving back and forth passively, “Taemin hyung is 99% percent sure that they’re absolutely safe. I’m just supposed to go in for testing once a week and write down any side effects I feel, which, according to him, should be at most three or four, and they’re not even that major.”

“Okay…” You’d answered, quirking your head. You were still slightly wary, your ears twitching. "And Taemin's like, completely sure they're safe to eat?" 

Lucas nodded, demeanor completely casual. His calm expression did nothing to deter your concerns, mind going a mile a minute when a new thought popped into your mind.

“Yukhei, what kind of hybrid hormones are you even taking? Predator hybrids or prey hybrids?”

His smile had disappeared slightly, and his eyes left your face to stare down at his plate. Your stomach sank, and your foot started tapping in distress.

“Wong Yukhei. What kind of hormones are they gonna give you.”

“They’re, uh… alpha wolf hormones.”

Your eyes widened, and he rushed to placate you. “Y/N, bunny, calm down. I know how you feel about predator hybrids, but I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought there was something weird about this whole thing. The dean is breathing down Taemin’s neck telling him not to fuck it up. Trust me, he wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t absolutely certain that it was safe.”

You chewed on your lips, before sighing. “Please be careful, Xuxi. You’re my best friend. I don’t want you to hurt yourself all because Taem wants to find a way to get taller after puberty.”

Lucas had laughed, glad that the mood in your kitchen had shifted from tense to slightly less tense. He grabbed your hand, your eyes dropping to glance at it for a second, before looking him in his eyes. “If you want… He told me earlier he’d be at the lab until like, midnight. Maybe we could go pay him a visit, and he can explain everything better, you know?”

You pursed your lips, glancing at the clock. It was almost eight. After a few seconds, you huffed, and nodded, the tension finally diffusing.

“Alright, alright, let me get my jacket.”

He grinned at you, and you flashed him a smile back, automatically endeared at his goofy expression as he disappeared to gather his things. You smiled to yourself, looking down at your hands which had fallen into your lap, sighing.

Too cute. He's too cute.

The walk to the campus lab took about fifteen minutes, maybe less. Lucas, despite being taller than you, actually walked at a much more snail-like pace, and thus fell victim to your playful teasing over his slow walk.

"You're part bunny," He pointed out, eyes briefly glancing at the white rabbit ears poking out from your hair, "You have that natural spring in your step."

"Bull," You countered with a smile, turning to face him, now walking backwards, "They disproved the whole ‘rabbit hybrids run faster than humans’ theory years ago. You just suck at walking, Xuxi."

"You just suck at walking, Xuxi," Lucas grumbled, mocking your tone, but there was no malice behind it. You laughed, turning as he took a few quicker strides to catch up. His hand came up to pat the spot between your fluffy ears at the top of your head, and you hummed in satisfaction as the door of the chemistry department finally came into view. 

The ride up the elevator was quiet. You were still slightly uneasy, ears twitching, something Lucas easily picked up on. He flashed you a soft smile, pulling you closer.

“Everything will be fine, bunny. I promise.”

You nodded, pressing your head against his shoulder. You took a deep breath, taking in Lucas’s distinct scent of cinnamon. “I’m sorry I blew up at you earlier… But you gotta admit, it sounds risky. And with the side effects, I thought maybe it would affect behaviot, and a lot of predator hybrids are just huge dicks, sometimes, especially around prey hybrids, you know? They’re creepy and asshole-ish and, well, you remember the snow leopard guy we met at The Burrow a few months ago, right?”

Lucas’s eyes darkened, recalling the time you had to mace a hybrid at a bar because the guy was getting handsy with you, despite the fact that you had made it incredibly clear that you weren’t interested. He nodded, staring at his feet.

“I don’t want any of Taemin’s weird science hurting you or affecting your behavior.”

He nodded, eyes sympathetic. “I totally get it. But like I said earlier, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t trust hyung with it 100%, or if I thought that it could hurt me or you in any way. You’re my bunny, you know? I would never do anything to hurt you.” 

“I know, I know, Xuxi, and I trust you… But I will cut Taemin’s legs off if you die.”

He shook his head, his amused smile growing lopsided on his features.

Finally, the elevator made a ding! and the doors slid open. The hallway was lit with industrial fluorescent lights, much brighter than the warm light of the elevator.

Lucas’s larger hand grabbed yours, leading you down the hallway. 

“I don’t even remember the last time I saw Taem,” You mumbled, not really thinking about the topic, “It’s like he lives here now.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lucas replied, “Baekhyun hyung’s been begging him to just let it go for at least a night, but he’s obsessed.”

A few doors later, and you finally arrived at the one indicating it was the floor’s chemistry lab, and Lucas knocked once, twice, before a soft, muffled voice said, “Come in!”

Lucas opened the door, letting you step in first before following suit and closing the door behind him. On the other end of the lab, stood a thin, short man facing away from the both of you, typing away at a laptop. You knew it was Taemin, he smelled like Taemin, but your mind didn’t immediately register that it was him; his ashy blond hair was up in a hairnet, he was wearing a long lab coat, and there were blue latex gloves covering his hands. 

“Hyung?” Lucas asked, and the typing stopped abruptly as Taemin turned, took in the sight of the both of you, before flashing a gummy smile. 

“Hey! Y/N, long time, no see. And Yukhei!! Just the person I wanted to talk to.” His tone was pleasant, excited. “I wanted to talk to you about your hormone treatment.” 

“That’s great, because we wanted to talk to you about it also.”

Taemin furrowed his eyebrows, giving a slight shake of his head. His eyes flicked back and forth between you and Lucas. “We?”

Your eyes widened before holding out your hands. You exchanged a brief look with Lucas, whose ears were a bright red. 

“I wanted to know about the whole wolf hormone thing because… you know. Well, you know how we live together, and prey hybrids and predator hybrids don’t really get along well, you know? I mean, I know that it’s just hormones, but… should we be worried about anything? Should I be worried?”

Taemin’s mouth dropped open slightly as he registered what you said, and he shut his eyes before shaking your head.

“No, not at all! I totally understand your concerns, Y/N. We’re using several different test subjects for the human testing, all with different circumstances, but they’re our ‘demographic’ when it comes to using the treatment. A few are hard of hearing, others have suffered physical trauma in their legs or arms, some have poor eyesight. Our intention with using wolf hormones is to see if it can be used as adequate treatment for specific disabilities.”

“Lucas doesn’t have any of those things?” You said, confused. You glanced at Lucas, who was still watching Taemin, before the latter spoke again.

“He’s part of a separate group, people who have no major medical ailments or physical disabilities. We want to see what the effects could be on the statistically average human.”

You nodded, still feeling slightly uneasy despite Taemin’s otherwise chipper attitude. “So the expected changes are going to be mostly physical? No behavioral side effects?” 

“A few behavioral side effects, but nothing major. Increased appetite, irritability, high energy, maybe increased libido. Nothing too major. Mostly we’re trying to see if he gets stronger, or if his hearing and eyesight improve… I understand you feel worried, Y/N, but the members of my research team and I have been working around the clock to make sure that these pills are absolutely safe for human consumption. From our research, there’s like, a 98.7% chance that nothing other than the expected side effects will show up, and those aren’t really behavioral at all.”

“Why not 100%?” You asked, eyes shifting back and forth uneasily.

Taemin grimaced, gaze sympathetic as he exchanged a look with Lucas, and then with you. “Well, nothing is ever 100% confirmed, so science doesn’t really lend itself to certainty, y’know?”

That had been two months ago.

For the first two weeks, everything seemed like it would be fine. Lucas’s only complaints about the hormone pills were that they made his hair grow a bit faster and that they were so big that they were hard to swallow. Then… things started to happen.

First, he started to eat a whole lot more. Every time you saw him between classes, he seemed to be chewing on something. You were grateful he wasn’t touching your food, because he seemed to only ever be eating meat.

“Didn’t Taemin say I’d probably get hungrier?” He asked one night, eating a ham sandwich as he sat on the couch. You were resting your head on his thigh, scrolling through Instagram while hoping that any crumbs wouldn’t fall into your hair or your ears.. You set down your phone, blinking as you tried to remember, before nodding. 

“Yeah, he did. Shouldn’t you write that down?”

“Uhh… Yeah.” He stood, you sitting up, and walked towards his room, probably to do as you suggested, before he called out to you one last time. He at least had the decency to look a bit sheepish.

“Hey bunny, can you, uh, order some Chinese food?”

Then he started complaining about loud noises. However, from what you could tell, there were no loud noises at all. Your rabbit ears, from what you understood, had similar hearing to that of humans, only you were slightly more sensitive to higher frequencies. So you were incredibly confused when Lucas barged in while you were pacing in your room, going over flashcards for an exam, dark eyes glaring at you. He seemed slightly ticked off.

“Can you please stop stomping around in here? I’m trying to finish a paper.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you glanced down at your feet, which were covered by a pair of fuzzy socks. “Uhh, I’m not stomping?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Y/N, I’m serious, stop yelling. This paper is due tomorrow and it’s like 15% of my final grade.” 

“And I’m serious too?” Your tone was perplexed, because you weren’t yelling at all, “I was just pacing, Xuxi, like this.”

You took a few steps back and forth to show him, footsteps light, barely audible, and his face scrunched up in discomfort. 

“But… it’s so loud. It’s giving me a headache.”

You made a face, before your eyebrows shot up, and your ears did as well. 

“Do you think it’s because of the hormones?” You asked, lowering your voice so it was just above a whisper, “Taemin said that would probably happen, remember? Wolves have crazy hearing.”

He opened his mouth to answer, before closing it again. He flashed you a weird look, before shaking his head. “Okay...? I’ll tell hyung that it’s working… But like, can you please just sit down while you study?” 

You nodded, sympathetic, and he closed the door. But a few seconds later, he reopened it. He looked a bit confused. “Is that… new perfume?”

It was your turn to make a face at him. “Huh?”

He shook his head, still looking confused. “Uh, nothing,” He mumbled, waving a dismissive hand, “Never mind. Forget I asked.” 

He closed the door a final time, and you were left even more weirded out than you already were. 

Somehow, he got even taller than he already was. A few days later when you were making breakfast for the both of you and you had your back turned, he came and hugged you from behind, still addled with sleep. You paid him no mind, continuing your task. One of his arms wrapped itself around your neck, almost as if he were trying to put you into a loving headlock, something he often did. In response, you did what you often did whenever he did so, which was to nuzzle your chin against his forearm.

"Good morning," He hummed, voice deep and raspy, “That smells good."

“For you,” You answered, scrunching up your nose as you turned over the bacon, “I feel like you forget sometimes that my genes make me a herbivore, Xuxi.”

Lucas stepped away, and you frowned at the loss of warmth. “Eh, sometimes. Do you want me to grab a plate?”

You set down the spatula before turning off the stove, as you turned to face him. 

“You can serve yours—oh my god.”

You had lifted your head to where you usually did to look up at Lucas, and for some reason, had only been met with his neck. You craned your neck back even further, and met his eyes, which held a confused look, eyebrows furrowed, mouth agape. 

“Did you get… smaller?”

“No,” You mumbled, still in disbelief, “I think you got… bigger. H-how tall exactly were you again?”

“Uh, 1.83 meters.”

You nodded, closing your mouth. “Yeah, you’re definitely more than that now.”

Lucas peered down at you, gaze slightly concerned. “This is starting to get really weird. Should I write this down?”

You frowned, looking him up and down. The shirt he’d went to bed with, an oversized white tee, now fit him better. “Yukhei, at this point, I think you should go see Taemin. Did he even mention growth spurts?”

Lucas blinked, before pushing the hair out of his still puffy, sleep ridden eyes. “Hmm, I don’t think he did. I’ll eat breakfast and then go see him.”

According to Lucas, when he’d gotten back, Taemin had been over the moon when he’d measured him and found he’d grown almost 11 centimeters in his sleep, now standing at 1.94 meters. 

Everything had been somewhat tolerable. Not yet batshit insane. Lucas’s mood swings were relatively easy to handle as long as you left him alone whenever he seemed pissy, and he always apologized afterwards. He started staying up even later, but you didn’t really mind since he did his best not to be too loud. 

Sure, the fact that his hair started growing faster and ended up in the shower drain when he decided to “manscape” (his words, not yours) was gross, but bearable. His random bursts of energy, making him even more eccentric than he already was, were kind of like babysitting a huge, five year old Lucas doped up on caffeine. Which, while a bit more tiring to put up with, had not yet crossed into uncanny territory.

Yet. 

It all came to a head one Sunday morning, when Lucas had woken you up when he started screaming from the bathroom. You were woken from your peaceful slumber, and immediately stumbled out of bed to see what was going on, tripping on your way out the door in your panic.

“Yukhei!?” You shouted, slamming the door open. Your eyes were wide. Your heart was racing. Immediately your nose was hit with a strange odor. That put you even more on edge than you already were. Your eyes scanned the small bathroom in a haste. Your eyes fell to the corner. There, was Lucas, huddling. Knees to his chest, hands covering the top of his head, trembling and babbling incoherently, the sound muffled by the fact that his face was buried somewhere in between his knees and his chest.

“Y-Yukhei?” You repeated again, this time quieter, breathing heavily, anxiously. Was he having a panic attack? Was this a side effect of the treatment? “C-can I come closer?”

He trembled, not giving you an answer, still mumbling to himself. He seemed almost catatonic. Swallowing the lump in your throat at seeing your closest friend like this, you steeled yourself. Crouching, and slowly making your way to him, you cautiously held out an arm, and slowly, slowly, touched his hand.

He immediately flinched away, your heart dropping at his action. He sniffled, letting out a little sob, and tears sprung into your eyes. You blinked them away as best you could. He needed someone to lean on, and you couldn’t do that if you were an emotional mess.

“No, no,” He cried, voice small. “Please, stay away.”

“Yukhei,” You murmured, voice wavering, “I’m not gonna leave you like this. W-what’s wrong? Tell me Xuxi, please. You’re scaring me.”

“Y-you’ll hate me.”

You gasped quietly, resting your hand on his. “Xuxi… I could never hate you.”

“Even looking like this!?” He snapped harshly, lifting his gaze, dropping his arms, and you fell back onto your butt in shock. Your mouth fell open, eyes wide, white ears stood at full attention.

You peered into Lucas’s teary, red rimmed eyes. Only they weren’t Lucas’s eyes. Lucas’s eyes had always been a deep, rich brown, reminiscent of the earth. But these eyes were a bright, glowing amber, seeming almost radioactive in how much brighter they were than Lucas's old eye color. 

Your mouth moved as you scrambled to say something, but no sound came out. Your eyes caught the attention of something twitching atop Lucas’s head, and you blinked dumbly, taking in the salt and pepper pointy ears peeking out between his caramel colored hair, before scanning his entire body and taking in the thick tail swishing back and forth behind him.

The blood in your body ran cold as you took a deep breath through the nose. Lucas’s signature scent of cinnamon was still there, but now overpowered by the strange odor from earlier. You realized with a chill that the scent was earthy, musky, a smell you were no stranger to as a hybrid. Your animal instincts automatically kicked in, whispering in your mind: predator. wolf. danger. danger. danger.

 “I…” Your voice was hoarse as you pushed yourself up onto the balls of your feet, inching closer towards him slowly, despite the hairs on your neck standing straight up and telling you to run far, far away. 

“Y-Yukhei, what happened?”

He shook his head, shaking like a leaf. “I don’t know,” He mumbled in a daze, and although he was staring at you with those strange yellow eyes, you got the impression from the blank look in them that he wasn’t really looking at you. “I woke up, and I c-came in here and I looked in the mirror and…”

He didn’t finish, but you got the point. You pursed your lips, before making your way towards him, but he let out a groan and you froze in your spot as he knocked his head against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. 

“What is that smell?” He growled, “Why do you smell like that?”

“Like what?” You asked quietly, anticipating his answer. He shook his head, cracking his eyes open ever so slightly to peer at you. His gaze seemed to freeze you in place. 

“Like… jasmine? I mean, it’s so strong…”

You stared at him, wide-eyed, unable to tell him that that was your characteristic scent as a hybrid. You were still reeling from the fact that Lucas, who up until yesterday, aside from a few obnoxious habits, had been very human, was now a hybrid just like you, with ears and a tail and…

You glanced down at his gritted teeth, taking note of the very, very sharp canines that had seemingly grown overnight. 

You gulped, looking up at him. His wide eyes showed you that he was just as terrified as you were, and you swallowed back your wariness when your heart clenched at the sight. He needed help more than you needed comforting.“We need to get you to Taemin. Now.”

You had to force Lucas into his car, which was not easy in his dazed state, considering he was so much bigger than you. Towering over you, pure muscle, and basically a limp rag doll. In your panic, you’d forgotten your phone, your pants, and to give Lucas some shoes. You did the driving despite the fact that it was his car. He still seemed too frazzled to do so, so you buckled him up and started the ten minute drive to Taemin’s apartment.  

On the way, you did your best to ignore the situation at hand. That just because Lucas was a predator hybrid now didn’t automatically make him like the rest of them. Lucas wasn’t like the pervy fox hybrids who would follow you for blocks when you were in high school. He wasn’t like the snow leopard you’d forced off of yourself. He was Lucas, he was Yukhei. He was your Xuxi, and you needed to repeat yourself that he wouldn’t hurt a fly. 

The silence in the car was tense. You were sure that with his heightened senses, Lucas could hear everything, and you didn’t want to say anything to upset him further. He didn’t say anything to you. You didn’t say anything to him. And when you parked in front of Taemin’s apartment building, you got him out of the car, and grabbed him by the hand to walk to the door.

You were grateful it was Sunday morning. There weren’t that many people out on the street as you tapped your foot impatiently, pressing the button to buzz the comm on Taemin’s apartment incessantly. The few people that did pass were more focused on your sleep-addled bedhead and bare feet than anything else, and you thanked the universe for the fact that your oversized sleep shirt fell to your mid thighs. 

“It’s eight in the morning. Literally what do you want,” A deep, groggy voice grumbled, and you rolled your eyes. Finally.

“It’s Y/N and Lucas,” You said into the speaker, pressing a hand to your forehead in frustration. “You need to see this, now.”

 “Uhh, it’s Jongin,” The voice mumbled, and your eyes squeezed shut. He sounded so hungover. And whenever Jongin was hungover, that probably meant Taemin was hungover as well, and that it was generally Baekhyun’s idea. 

“Wake Taem up, please, Nini,” You pleaded desperately. “It’s life or death.”

“Fine, fine, okay. Come on up.”

When you made it up to their floor, a bedraggled Jongin opened the door. He was shirtless, his hair was sticking up in random spots, his face was still puffy, and he didn’t look happy to be woken up.

He looked you up and down, eyebrows furrowing at your appearance. “I swear this had better be good,” He told you, before turning to look at Lucas, “or I’m gonna—”

Jongin cut himself off as he registered the pointy ears, the fluffy tail, and the glowing yellow eyes. His eyes widened, certainly looking more awake now. His mouth started moving, but no sound came out.

“I—uh—is this why—?”

“Get Taemin,” You snapped, ready to kill him. You were furious, to say the least, ready to barge in and kick Taemin’s ass. This was his fault, all in the name of mad science. But then you added softly, voice wavering, “I don’t know what to do.”

For someone who almost never stopped talking, Taemin had nothing to say, for once. Instead, his eyes turned wide as saucers, his eyebrows jumped up to his hairline, and you were sure that if his jaw could have dropped any lower, it would have fallen below sea level. When he finally did manage to speak, his voice was small and unsure, and he never stopped gawking at the ears on Lucas’s head.

“Uh… Y-Y/N, Jongin, could you give us a minute, please?” 

So you did, letting them walk off to Taemin’s bedroom, and as Jongin sat you down on the couch to make you some tea, Baekhyun emerged from his own bedroom. Baekhyun at least looked a bit more awake than the dynamic duo, who, in their hungover state, both looked like the walking dead. 

“Y/N?” He asked, seeing you on the couch. He had a small but confused smile on his face. “What are you doing here…?”

“You’re not gonna believe what Taemin did to Yukhei,” Jongin’s voice declared from the kitchen. Baekhyun furrowed his eyebrows, craning his head once, to look at Taemin’s shut door, again, to look at Jongin standing at the cupboard, and then to you, sitting on the couch with a blank stare on your face.

Baekhyun blinked. “Shit, did he kill him?” 

You pursed your lips, staring at him wide eyed, eyebrows furrowed. Your look was meant to convey something along the lines of, you’ve got to be kidding me. And by the way Baekhyun grimaced at himself a few moments later, broad shoulders scrunching up, he got the message loud and clear.

“Sorry. Just trying to lighten the situation, I guess?”

“Not helping, hyung,” Jongin huffed as he made his way over to you, handing you the warm mug of tea. You accepted it with a quiet “thanks,” before blowing on the tea and taking a quick sip. 

“What even happened?” Jongin’s deep voice was quiet, concerned. He sat down next to you, and Baekhyun sat down on your other side.

So you told the story from the beginning of the treatment, all the way up to when you decided to bring Lucas to Taemin. The hearing, the growth spurt, his mood swings. They listened, nodding along to the story and thankfully, not interrupting. From Baekhyun, at least, that was surprising. 

When you finished, you looked at them, then at your tea, which didn't feel as hot anymore. You lifted the mug to your lips, relishing the warm chamomile taste as Baekhyun opened his mouth to speak. Still not very comforting, but at least you were filling your stomach with something.

"Wow…" He mumbled, still in slight disbelief. "So, Yukhei's a hybrid now?"

“I guess. I don’t know.” Your voice sounded empty. 

Jongin sighed, gaze pensive. “What’s gonna happen between the two of you, though? You live together. You of all people know that prey hybrids and predator hybrids, living together in tiny spaces don’t really mix well.”

You frowned, settling the mug down on their coffee table. “It’s not like he’s gonna become one of those asshole-y hybrids overnight, y’know?” “Didn’t you say he snapped at you this morning?” Baekhyun asked, tilting his head. “You said he was having mood swings, too.” 

You shook your head, fluffy ears flattening against it as the stress seemed to accumulate in your body. “It wasn’t like that. I think he was just freaked out. And as for his mood swings… I don’t know.”

An awkward silence filled the room, and you gazed at your hands on your lap. 

“Uh, Y/N…” Jongin mumbled, tips of his ears a bright red, “A-are you wearing pants?”

“Oh,” You answered dumbly, feeling your face heat up, “Um… No? I kind of panicked and, uh, forgot to put some on.”

Jongin stood, holding out a hand. “Come on, you can borrow one of mine. You must be cold, right?”

You nodded, glancing at Baekhyun, who had a sympathetic smile on his face. You looked back to Jongin, and took his hand to stand up. He pulled you toward his room, trying to make you smile by telling you about his drunken escapades with Baekhyun and Taemin during karaoke. 

“Baekhyun almost got us kicked out while he was singing some Mamamoo song,” He said with a laugh, “You know how loud he gets.”

You smiled, giggling quietly as he opened a drawer, searching for something you could wear. After a few moments of fumbling around, he pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants, and shuffled towards you. 

“So,” You said, reaching for the fabric, “I’m guessing you and Taemin did your usual rendition of Fergali—”

The sound of a door opening across the hall interrupted you, one ear lifting as you turned your head. Taemin emerged, Lucas trailing behind him. Taemin had changed out of his pajamas and was now wearing some jeans and a t-shirt. Your eyes immediately met Lucas’s, but a second after, his eyes fell to Jongin, then the pair of pants you were reaching out for, then back to you. His gaze was hollow, unreadable, but his eyes still shone bright amber. Jongin tucked the fabric into your hands, and took a step away from you. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Hey, man, how are you doing?”

“Not really good, if I’m honest,” Lucas answered, practically glaring at the older man. You frowned at his tone. He was rarely this quiet.

“I did a quick check-up,” Taemin declared, “I don’t see any immediate risk, he seems to be safe for now.”

Your shoulders sagged, as you sighed in relief, tension leaving your body.

“But I’m still taking him to the lab,” Taemin said, eyes serious. “We never foresaw these... mutations. I need to run some tests and contact the team and the other test subjects. Y/N, you can stay here if you want, I don’t think Jongin and Baek hyung would mind—” 

“Head home, Y/N,” Lucas interjected, deep voice serious and clipped. He kept shifting his eyes in between you and Jongin. “I woke you up, you should go get some more sleep.”

The deep authority in his voice startled you. A small thought crossed your mind, submit, obey, and you realized that these were your rabbit instincts kicking in as it registered a predator in your midst. And that only happened when predator hybrids used a specific tone of speech, one used only to take command over a situation with other hybrids. It was a bit hard to disobey, but not impossible. With a chill, you realized he was probably doing this subconsciously. 

This wasn’t how things were supposed to work, not with Lucas. Yes, Lucas had become this thing that you’d been told to fear, but it wasn’t necessarily him. You blinked, looking at Jongin, then at Taemin. You realized that Taemin and Jongin were staring at each other awkwardly, before looking at Lucas again. Despite your sleepy state, you knew your anxiety wouldn’t let you rest. And to be frank, you didn’t want to be alone after what had happened. “I could wait for you here, Xuxi, and then we could head back home together—”

“I can drop him off at your place!” Taemin said, an awkward smile plastered on his face. “It’s no problem, you should head on home…” You furrowed your eyebrows, before nodding slowly at having your actions countered.

“Huh,” You answered slowly, remembering all of the times Taemin had gotten pissy about giving you and Lucas a ride home (gas money, he complained), even though his apartment wasn’t that far from yours, “Okay…? I’ll head home in a little bit. You guys be careful.”

Lucas nodded, face not changing. He was upset, you could tell, but he was completely justified, given everything that he’d been through. You didn’t appreciate him taking it out on everyone around him, though. 

“Yukhei, let’s go.” Taemin seemed all too eager to drag Lucas away, and you watched, bewildered at the strange shift in energy between the three men. You’d known Jongin and Taemin since your freshman year of college, and Lucas since junior year of high school. Never had you seen the three of them act like this.

You turned to Jongin once you heard the front door close. He was shifting back and forth awkwardly. “That was… weird.”

“Well,” He said, scratching at the back of his neck, “This whole morning has been a bit weird, don’t you think?”

You gave a sardonic smile, trying to figure out how to explain your thoughts. “I mean, yeah, but… I don’t know. Regardless of that, everything just seemed off between the three of you.”

Jongin’s eyes met yours. He looked a bit taken aback.

“You can’t be serious.”

You shook your head. “What?”

Jongin’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh my god,” He muttered, more to himself, “You really don’t know.”

“Jongin, what?”

“Yukhei likes you,” Jongin confessed, rubbing at his chin, “He has for years.”

Your ears shoot straight up, eyes widening. Immediately your face heated up, and your free hand shot upwards, waving them back and forth.

"What? Huh? No. No, no, no. We’re just—" 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” He countered, “You’re friends. But he wants to be more. He’s told me so, several times.”

When you didn’t answer, he walked around you to sit on his bed. He sighed, looking upwards as he gathered his thoughts, trying to figure out what to say. 

“Y/N, you’re smart. And you’re an independent person, and you value that because of how some people still treat hybrids. Especially prey hybrids. I know that. You know  that. Yukhei knows that. But…” He sighed again, shaking his head.

“You don’t see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking. He… he looks at you like you’re the only person in the world, or like you invented pizza, or something. And right now, his behavior…”

He groaned in exasperation, and you raised an eyebrow. “What?”  

“I don’t know how to put it other way than territorial,” He grumbled with a frown, “The way he was acting was like that look, but more aimed at me. Like, she’s the only one I see, don’t look at her the way I do. And I’m no expert on hybrid behavior, but…”

You didn’t know what to think, but you completed his thought anyway. 

“...You think Lucas was acting possessive.”

“I don’t think, I know,” He said, “He seemed really standoffish, and you should be careful. Not because he’s dangerous—this is Yukhei we’re talking about—but because it might strain your friendship.”

You remained silent for a few seconds, absorbing everything he’d told you. 

You didn’t want to believe him. 

You went home not much later, trying to process everything you’d seen and heard that morning in the silence of the car as you drove through traffic, still pantsless. You didn’t feel comfortable accepting Jongin’s pants after everything he’d pointed out in Lucas’s behavior.

Lucas, your mind continued to think, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas.

You’d known Lucas for so long at this point, he’d always just been your best friend. You’d never really wanted anything else from him.

You knew people had been expecting the two of you to get together for years. Your friends had told you, your family had told you, and now, his friends had told you that there was something going on between you and him. And every time, you’d been adamant to deny it. No, he’s like my brother. No, he’s my best friend. No, I don’t see him that way. No, he’s seeing someone. No, I don’t have time for a relationship, anyway. 

Lucas was attractive, you knew that. You had eyes. You had ears. Regardless of his looks, he was effortlessly charming and funny, and that would make anyone attractive. You saw how people swooned and fawned over him, despite him rarely being interested. But he’d always just been your best friend, the one who supported you through everything and made you laugh on your darkest days. And from living with him for the past few years, you considered it a bit awkward to be attracted to someone after seeing them scratch their ass as nonchalantly as possible in front of you as he had. 

That was until this morning, when he’d spoken using that tone of voice. You still weren’t sure how to feel about that. It gave you the chills, but... not in the way you’d expected. Something instinctual had begged you to submit to him. That didn’t usually happen to you when you heard other hybrids used that tone. Usually, you would feel a small tug in your gut, maybe a small flutter of anxiousness, but most of the time all it achieved was a roll of your eyes. But not with him. Not with Lucas.

You thought about it the entire way home. You thought about it on the way up to your apartment. You thought about it as you crawled into your bed, closed your eyes, and finally allowed your mind to be at peace once more. You slept until noon, then made yourself some lunch, showered, and worked on a few assignments you had for your classes.

Lucas came home several hours later, just before 7 PM. He no longer seemed as tense as this morning, but tired, instead. You didn’t blame him. His eyes had faded back to their warm, welcoming shade of brown, which didn’t surprise you. Wolf hybrids’ eyes tended to glow like that whenever they were on edge about something.

“How are you doing?” You asked, as he sat down on the couch. “Is everything alright?”

Slowly, you sat down next to him, wondering if he’d still be snappy as he had this morning. His neck turned to look down at you, and with a deep sigh, he nodded. 

“Medically, I’m sound. They still need to run a few tests, to see if this is something permanent, or not. I’ve been ordered to stop taking the pills, for now.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile out of relief. 

“Thank god,” You murmured, “I was worried about that. But how are you doing?”

He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. He shrugged, pursing his lips. His body shifted towards you, and before you knew it, he’d tackled you into a hug, burying his face into your neck. He seemed to be holding back tears again, and your eyes fluttered shut as he spoke again. “Honestly? I don’t know,” He said, voice small and muffled against your skin, “Things like this are so… different. I found out several things have changed basically overnight.”

“Like what?” Your arms came to wrap around him, trying to calm him down.

“Fuck, I don’t even know. Like, I can smell so much more, now. I can see in the dark, apparently? I can hear so much, Y/N. I’ve been poked and prodded all day and no one knows if this is gonna go away and I’m just… I’m scared.”

He shook his head, shifting to bury his head again, but this time into the other side of your neck. Your hand began to comb through his hair, trying to avoid touching the furry ears that now resided atop his head.

You shook your head, humming. You rested your chin against his shoulder, nuzzling into his form, and his large hands rose to your waist, arms wrapping around it. You looked down when you saw vague movement from below your gaze, and smiled to yourself when you saw Yukhei's tale wagging with contentment. 

“Everything will work out fine, Yukhei,” You whispered, “What matters now is that you’re safe, you’re healthy. You’re so strong, Xuxi. Whatever life throws at you, even if it knocks you down, you always get up with that big smile of yours and keep going.”

He nodded against your neck, cuddling even closer to you. “Thank you,” He answered, before pulling his head away. His eyebrows were furrowed, dark eyes peering into yours from above you. 

“This morning,” He mumbled, “When you were in Jongin hyung’s room. I said something. And I don’t know what it was but it felt…” 

You forced your face to remain blank and expressionless, and broke eye contact, trying to gather your words. God, you didn’t know what to tell him. “Oh… Yeah. That’s sort of a, uh, special tone more dominant predator hybrids use. I don’t really know how to explain it. I’m sure there’s some scientific term, but uh… yeah.”

“Oh.” He pulled away from you slowly, resting against the couch. You nodded awkwardly. 

“I don’t hate you,” You said suddenly. “This morning, in the bathroom, you didn’t want to let me look at you because you thought I’d hate you… I don’t. I could never.”

He smiled, but didn’t meet your eyes. “We don’t have to make this awkward, do we? I don’t feel any different just because of… this. You’re still my best friend, Y/N.”

You nodded, smiling. “Why should it be awkward? I don't think this will change anything, Xuxi.”

Finally, he looked at you, and your eyes found his. His smile grew, and yours did as well. 

“I’m gonna go to bed,” He said moments later, as his hand rose to rub at his neck, “I’m insanely tired.”

“Good night, Xuxi,” You told him as he stood.

 “Good night, bunny.”

When he walked into his room without another word, you watched as he did so, closing the door to his room, right across the hall from yours. You rubbed at a kink in your neck, inhaling deeply as you did so. 

A few moments later, you stopped, eyebrows furrowing. You frowned, ears perking up ever so slightly as something gained your attention. You sniffled once, twice, three times.

Usually, you couldn’t perceive your own hybrid scent unless you consciously thought of it, kind of like when a person thinks of breathing and starts doing it manually rather than automatically. But now, you couldn’t do it. 

Instead, only the scent that you’d registered this morning as Lucas’s remained in its place. Your breath hitched as you realized that Lucas, in hugging you and burying his face in your neck, had scented you. 

There’s no way he did that on purpose… right?

Did Lucas even know about scenting? Was he even aware that it was a courting gesture between hybrids, and a way to tell other hybrids to back off?

Your mind drifted back to what Jongin had said this morning, and you sighed as you once again contemplated the situation. Within a day, both your life and Lucas’s had made a turn for the stranger, and no one knew whether this would be permanent or not.

Shaking your head to yourself, you stood, making your way to your room. This is only awkward if I make it awkward. Lucas doesn’t know hybrid behavior very well because up until this morning, he wasn’t one. Y/N L/N, you’re not going to make this awkward. This isn’t about you being ‘uncomfortable’, this is about Lucas’s wellbeing. You’re not going to make this awkward, you’re not going to make this awkward!

When you reached your door, you took one last glance at Lucas’s door, deciding that you would do your best to help him, for his sake.  

It couldn’t get that awkward, right? Especially not if you tried your best to make it as such. The both of you could continue living as if nothing had changed, right?

Wrong. 

The next few days, it was almost as if the conversation you’d had that night had never happened, but not for your lack of trying. The next morning when you emerged from your bedroom, you found that Lucas was already gone, probably off to class. You shrugged it off, but still found it kind of strange.

When you got home from your classes and studying at the library, he was in the kitchen, eating a sandwich, and you greeted him, and he answered with a vague “hello”, not really paying you much attention. You thought it was strange, but chalked it up to him probably being tired. 

Then it happened the next day, and the day after that, and the next day, and the next, and the next. And almost overnight, you had no idea who this person who had replaced your best friend was. You felt hurt, trying your best to speak to him when you returned to your apartment. He wouldn’t budge, and you’d back off before you pissed him off too much. 

He didn’t look at you the same way he once did. It was like all of the warmth and happiness from his eyes had been sucked out of them, leaving a winter that rivaled the north pole. You couldn’t recall the last time he’d laughed around you.

You missed Lucas. You really did, and the worst thing was that you couldn’t tell if he felt the same thing. You didn’t want to confront him, telling yourself he was going through a tough time. You could tell it frustrated him, having this new tail twitch and to knock something over, the augmented senses distorting and amplifying everything around him. 

He confessed about three weeks, in a clipped tone, that Taemin couldn’t be sure if it was permanent or not. Nothing like this had ever happened to anyone before. There was no way test designed for this situation, and Taemin would have to design a safe way to test it. Which meant time, money, and patience. Two of which, those being money and patience, Lucas had never had much of. 

“Oh, Xuxi,” You’d sighed when he told him, “I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.” He set down the textbook he’d been holding onto the table. “You didn’t do it.”

You stepped forward, and he stepped back, almost immediately as you had. You frowned. “Please don’t do that,” You mumbled, now kind of angry. 

“Do what,” He sighed, as if the conversation was exhausting.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know.” You were glaring at him now. “You’ve been avoiding me like the goddamn plague.”

“And what if I am?” He asked, turning to face you. The ears on his head twitched restlessly, and his eyes were burning with what seemed to be contempt. “What if I can’t stand to be around you anymore?”

Your eyes widened, taken aback. After weeks of him not giving you the time of day, for him to say that was too much for you to take sitting down. You scoffed angrily, tapping your foot anxiously. “Excuse me? Where is this coming from?”

He stood up straight, and somewhere in your mind, a little alarm went off in your head at the sheer size of him. He always slouched, just a little. To see him like this, especially now that he’d grown so much, was jarring.

“You heard me,” He said in a tone you could only describe as threatening, taking a step towards you, and this time, you took a step back. “I can't stand being around you anymore. I can’t stand your face, or your voice, or your scent, or your voice. You get on my nerves, and sometimes I swear, I just wanna...”

He didn’t finish.

You shook your head, laughing humorlessly, despite the fact that your heart was cracking with every passing second. You didn’t know this person. Sadness and anger swirled in your chest, creating a mixture that made you grit your teeth. 

You weren’t backing down from this, not after giving him space to himself only to turn around and tell you this. You took a step forward, crossing your arms. “Um, why? What did I ever do or say?” 

He didn’t answer, fully scowling now. His eyes studied your face, but after a few moments, it dropped lower. You realized almost immediately he was looking at your neck. You swallowed nervously, forcing yourself to not look away when he met your eyes again. 

Still, no answer, and you groaned, causing him to snap out of his strange reverie. “Fine. Don’t fucking tell me. See if I care, Yukhei.”

You stepped away from him one last time, walking towards your room. 

“I don’t owe you a fucking explanation, you know! I don’t owe you shit!” He yelled, and you jumped at his sudden burst of anger. You turned, incredulous. Even he seemed to be shocked by the volume of his voice, wolf ears pressed against his head, like a puppy who’d just gotten chastised.

“And I don’t need you yelling at me! Just because you hate me doesn’t give you the right to treat me like shit!” You answered desperately, just as loud. You hated the way that your voice cracked towards the end of your tirade, eyes welling with tears and throat closing up. You blinked the tears back furiously, taking one final look at the increasingly sad look on his face before slamming your bedroom door behind you. 

Finally alone, you took a few deep breaths, trying to think over what had just happened. 

You’d known Yukhei for years. Never once had he raised his voice at you or anyone else. And here he’d just exploded at you, telling you that he couldn’t stand you or the things that made you, well, you.

You sat on your bed, body numb, as the tears began to flow freely. But you couldn’t bring yourself to make noise. You couldn’t bring yourself to curl up sob into your pillow . You knew that he would most likely be able to hear you if you did, and you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. 

Instead, you laid back, trying your hardest to control your breathing, and fell asleep like that, with the tears falling into your hair, eyeliner and mascara streaking along your skin, feeling utterly destroyed.

After that, you felt yourself giving him an even wider berth than before. You didn’t speak to him unless you absolutely needed to, like when you couldn’t reach the sugar that had suspiciously ended up on the highest shelf, (even though you were the only one to use it) and needed him to hand it to you.

If you walked into the living room and he also happened to be in there, you two would meet eyes briefly, before you walked away. His gaze was never cold, but rather emotionless. Indifferent, bordering on unreadable. It still hurt to see. The only thing that could describe the mood of the apartment was tense. You quickly learned to hate living in such a suffocating environment.

The only "good" thing was that finals were right around the corner, so you were able to distract yourself from the whole situation and pour all of your concentration into studying into the wee hours of the morning. 

But that only lasted for so long.

Taemin had mentioned a heightened libido as a side effect of the treatment. As far as you could tell, Yukhei didn't give off any signs of that. It didn’t even make sense, considering he’d stopped taking the pills ever since the mutation had occurred.

However, for some reason, the universe decided that it wanted to cause you trouble on purpose. 

You came home one day to strange noises coming from Yukhei's bedroom. And when you got closer, it didn't take much for you to realize what was going on between him and whoever he'd brought home. Deep groans, high pitched moaning, and the undeniable sound of skin slapping against skin. Even worse, the smell. It smelled like sex, and sweat, and Yukhei. 

Maybe if you'd been human, you wouldn't have smelled it. But alas, you weren't, and so your heightened sense of smell painted a picture you didn't want to see. Of Yukhei and some stranger, him on top of her, fucking brutally into her.

"Yes, fuck, right there!" 

You damn near jumped out of your skin, then immediately cringing because… well. How could you describe the nasty feeling building suddenly in the pit of your stomach? It wasn't disgust. It wasn't… no. It couldn't be jealousy. Could it have been a mix of the two? 

You couldn't be sure.

And that was only the first time it'd happened. Soon enough, it was happening two or three times a week.

You suddenly started spending more time away from the apartment. Be it at the library, at the café right off campus, at your best friend Mark's apartment. 

But at night, you were on your own, having to listen to Yukhei plow a seemingly endless array of girls into his mattress while you were either studying or trying to sleep. 

Your girlfriends still lived at the college dorms, and there wouldn't be enough space for you there. You didn't want to impose on Mark, since you were already spending most of your day with him and he shared his apartment with four other guys. You certainly didn't want to ask to sleep over at Taemin's, not after what Jongin had told you.

You were more or less trapped in your apartment past nine PM. You wondered if this was how Fiona felt in the first Shrek film when she couldn't go outside at night.

Yukhei was loud, you came to learn. He groaned, he grunted, he growled. He had a filthy vocabulary and, if you were to go by what the girl he'd brought home past Thursday said, leaving out all the gory details, he was very… well endowed. 

You still weren't quite sure how to feel about constantly having to hear him from across the hall. You weren't judging him, not at all. It was none of your business, and as he'd so rudely put it, he didn't owe you an explanation.

But with exams rolling around, and stress starting to build up, you were disappointed, but not surprised to realize that your sexual frustration was doing the same. And Yukhei, with his pretty face, broad shoulders, foul mouth and maddening scent, was not doing you any favors by practically acting out porn across the hallway. 

Even worse? Mating season was approaching. 

The actual duration of heats and ruts for all hybrids varied, but a grand majority of hybrids went through them during the first few weeks of winter, regardless of whether they were predators or prey. 

So while it pained you to say it, Yukhei’s across the hall antics were not doing you any favors. You found yourself lying awake on a Saturday at one in the morning, after a particularly rough Friday. Meanwhile he was with yet another girl, listening to him dirty talk her to high heaven. You had your eyes closed, trying to sleep in the dark of your bedroom, but it wasn’t easy given what was going on.

If you hadn’t been in a sleep deprived delirium, you wouldn’t have allowed your mind to drift to Yukhei, or to focus on the vulgar words he was saying. His words were muffled by the walls, but it was still pretty easy for you to hear them, ears perking up as you did.

“Yeah, baby, you love my cock, don’t you?”

If you hadn’t been so tired, you would have put in some headphones and listened to some soft music until you were able to fall asleep, instead of letting your breath hitch while your sleepy mind conjured an image of a sweaty Yukhei on top of you, doing to you what he’d been doing to the entire campus.

“So fucking tight around me…”

And you definitely wouldn’t have stuck your hand down your pants, with one hand, covering your mouth with the other. But you did, imagining that it was Yukhei’s fingers and not yours pinching at your clit, teasing around your slit, feeling yourself get wet with every passing second. Hard to do, considering Yukhei’s fingers were so much longer than yours were, and you clenched around nothing at the thought of his pretty hands and how deep they could reach inside of you.

You opened your legs a little more, eyes fluttering shut as your index finger delved inside of you, stifling a quiet moan. Even in your sleepy haze your mind told you not to be too loud, because you knew that Yukhei could end up hearing it, and you didn’t want to seem like a creep after everything that had already happened. Slowly, you built up to a speed that you felt went well with the sound of skin against skin.

“Fuck, baby, you gonna come soon? I’m so close...”

Your breathing turned heavy, and suddenly the sheets were too hot, kicking them off of you before adding in a second finger, relishing in the stretch and the way your palm rubbed against your clit in a deliciously frustrating way. You hesitated briefly before adding a third finger, searching desperately for a spot that would cause you to see stars before they cramped up too bad.

When you did manage to find it, your body curled in on itself, biting down on your lip to stop yourself from making any noise. So embarrassingly fast, you felt yourself nearing climax, listening as the moans and groans escalated in pitch and in volume. You pulled your other hand away from your mouth to rub at your clit, and your eyebrows furrowed, mouth tipping open in silent moans. You prayed to whatever cosmic force that ruled over the universe in hopes that you wouldn’t make too much noise.

“Shit, shit, I’m c-coming, baby…” You heard him say, before switching to Cantonese to swear, and with that, your orgasm came crashing against you.

Your toes curled, your eyes squeezed shut, and before you could bury your head in your pillow, you squeaked out the softest possible whine, “Yukhei…”

When you came back down, you were quick to fall asleep, ignoring the stickiness in your panties or the smell of sweat permeating your room, too tired to bring yourself to care. 

You didn’t hear the shuffling of feet as Yukhei kicked this girl out of the apartment, too on edge after having heard your whimpering.

After that, Yukhei didn’t bring home any other girls, and you brushed it off as him needing to concentrate for finals. The coming weeks were filled with all nighters, cups of coffee, tears and desperation as you somehow managed to pass all of your classes.

 You and Yukhei continued to practically tiptoe around each other, still not speaking. Now, however, it was more due to a lack of time than anger geared towards each other. Yes, you could still sense animosity when you crossed paths but it was getting… strange. While he almost never spoke, Yukhei’s wide eyes seemed to follow you whenever you passed him.

Now, the apartment had turned silent, rather than tense. You felt like you should anticipate something but you weren’t sure what. Many times, you could feel Yukhei before you saw him, and while before, at the apartment he tended to avoid you like a criminal dodging the law, now you always felt him close, his scent never far from where you were. On campus, you didn’t have that problem, rarely seeing him due to your different majors. But at home, it seemed like you could rarely hide from him. 

Finally, winter break was so close to rolling around, and all you needed to do was take two more exams, and hand in one final paper. Then you were free, and all you needed to do was call up your… friend, Doyoung.

You used the term “friend” very, very loosely. 

Doyoung was the only other rabbit hybrid you trusted enough to spend your heats with, and you really only spoke to him during this time of year. He was kind and soft spoken, and attentive to your needs when you were in heat despite him also being affected by his own rut. He was also insanely good in bed, and not too bad on the eyes either.

He enjoyed your arrangement, and wasn’t looking for anything serious, which you appreciated. This would have been your third heat spent with him.

You called him a week before your heat was due to start, and he swung by your apartment for a quick visit to discuss where you would go, how long your doctor had told you it would last, and generally to just catch up with each other.

Yukhei was out, probably studying with Mark or something. All you knew was that he was out. 

Doyoung was cute. Really cute. His ears, white with black tips were generally stood at attention. His broad shoulders and gummy smile were too much, and even though it was a week before your heat was supposed to start you kind of had to resist jumping his bones when you let him inside. 

You managed, somehow, and he sat down next to you at your small dinner table. 

“So, how’s Lucas?” He asked once all of the details were worked out. You were going to stay at his apartment for the following week.

You pursed your lips, sighing. “He’s, uh… It’s complicated.”

He shook his head, a nervous smile gracing his face.

“What do you mean it’s complicated?”

You shrugged, letting your eyes flutter shut. “It’s a long story.”

“So? Tell it,” He said, ears twitching, “I’ve got all day.”

So you did. From the treatment, to the mutation, to what Jongin had said, to the shift in his behavior, to the argument, to him bringing random girls home, even including the bit about you masturbating to him that one time. You didn’t spare the details, given that you’d probably had more sex with Doyoung within the span of both of your heats than you’d ever had with all of your previous partners combined. There was no point in being vague.

You worried you might be airing out you and Yukhei’s dirty laundry, but continued anyway. Doyoung was a good guy. He wasn’t going to blab to anyone about it. During your whole tirade, he remained emotionless, nodding along to show he was still listening to you. When you finished, he took a deep breath, ears falling against his head. He blinked a few times.

“Phew,” He whistled, “That’s… a lot. Sounds like he’s going through a tough time.”

You nodded, staring at your hands on your lap. “I know. I want to help him but I’m scared he’s gonna yell at me again and I don’t want to have to push him away even more. I miss him, Doie. I miss my best friend.”

Doyoung offered a sympathetic smile, patting you on the back. “Can I be honest?” His voice was soft, not demanding. You, always appreciative of his candor, nodded. 

“I don’t think you just miss your best friend, Y/N.”

Your head snapped upward to meet his gaze, sympathetic smile still there as he continued to rub up and down your back, now slower.

“No goddamn way,” You denied vehemently, shaking your head, “I don’t like him.”

“You’re right,” Doyoung answered, “You don’t like Yukhei. You’re in love with him.”

You spluttered, looking away as you felt your face heat up. “Y-you can’t really mean that, Doyoung. He’s like—"

“Yeah, yeah, your brother. You’ve told everyone and their mother that. But has it ever occurred to you that when you say that, it's just you trying to convince yourself? I see the way you look at him when I come to pick you up before your heats and you say goodbye to him. Your eyes just light up, and you smile like you’re the happiest you’ve ever been.”

“Well, because he makes me happy, he’s my—”

“Veggie lover’s pizza makes you happy, and I don’t see you smiling at it like it invented modern wi-fi. Yukhei? Y/N, he makes you happy happy. As in, if you were an actual bunny and not 25% bunny, you would be doing binkies around him.”

You gasped. “I would not—!”

“Would too,” He retorted, laughing slightly at your antics, “I swear, the way you talk about him—"

He would have continued, but was interrupted by the sound of the key clicking the apartment door open. Quickly, both of your heads turned to watch as Yukhei entered the apartment, eyes immediately trained on Doyoung. His expression was unreadable, but at the end of the day, both you and Doyoung, prey hybrids till the bitter end, could smell the tension that permeated his signature scent. You exchanged glances with the black haired man, and noted that his ears were standing at attention, just like yours.

 “Uh, hey, man,” Doyoung said with his iconic awkward smile, adding an awkward wave as well, “...Long time no see.” 

Yukhei remained silent for a moment as he took off his jacket, eyes still not leaving the other man. “Hello, Doyoung hyung. How have you been?” His voice was monotone, no discernible emotion in it, and you felt like you wanted the earth to swallow you then and there.

“Uhh…” Doyoung side-eyed you for the briefest second, your eyes flashing between him and Yukhei incessantly. Suddenly, you were on edge, and you knew that it was all because of the six foot tall nuisance that had just interrupted your moment with Doyoung.

“I’m... good. I was actually just about to, uh, head home,” He mumbled, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you turned to look at him, kind of taken aback. He was already getting off the couch, making sure he had everything.

You raised a tentative hand. “Hey, Doyoung—”

“Like I told you earlier, I need to go, uh… feed Jeno’s cat since he’s still out of town.”

“Uh,” You blinked, gaping like a fish, remembering the fact that you’d bumped into Jeno at the convenience store earlier today, “Take care, I guess?”

And then, quickly as Yukhei had come, Doyoung had gone, eyeing the wolf hybrid like he was about to get strangled.

When it was just the two of you, your eyes turned to look at Yukhei, and you huffed, before getting up and walking to your room. You closed your door, picking up your phone as you sat at your desk. 

doyoungie: your roommate is insane 

doyoungie: did you see the way he was looking at me? his scent was also super intimidating, y/n

doyoungie: i cant help you out, i dont feel comfortable given everything going on between the two of u

doyoungie: im really sorry y/n 

doyoungie: please be careful around him

You saw red. You chucked the phone onto your bed, too angry and upset to answer Doyoung in that moment.

Everything going on between you and Yukhei had ruined everything these past months, but this was the icing on the cake. If Doyoung wouldn’t help you, you couldn’t go over to his apartment during your heat. If you couldn’t spend your heat at Doyoung’s apartment, you would have to spend it in the apartment, with Yukhei across the hall. And if Yukhei, a predator hybrid, turned out to go into rut at the same time you, a prey hybrid, went into heat… well. 

It wasn’t even a matter of whether you would end up sleeping with him at one point or not. It was the principle of the thing. Yukhei brought home several girls to fuck and you had turned a blind eye. But god forbid you make plans to fuck someone in your own home. No, no, that was heresy. Highest treason in the land.

You slammed your door open, crossing the hall to stomp into Yukhei’s room. You ripped his door open, seething with anger. He turned in surprise, eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N, what—”

“Fuck you, Wong Yukhei,” You spat, getting straight to the point. He opened his mouth to speak, eyebrows turned downwards as he observed your angry frame. But you didn’t let him. 

“How fucking dare you. I said jack shit when you brought home all of those girls. But no, every single time I get close to another guy you put on a pissy face and puff out your chest and scare them away. What gives you the fucking right?”

He scoffed, then gave a humorless laugh. “It’s not my fault your prey hybrid boy toy can’t handle being looked at for more than five seconds.”

Your mouth fell open, glaring at him. You couldn’t believe the way he’d said the words ‘prey hybrid’ like it was something shameful. “What, do you have a problem with us prey hybrids now, or...?”

“Please,” He growled, “You’re always the one who was so willing to push predator hybrids away.”

“You of all people should know why.”

He took a step towards you, eyes meeting yours before looking at the floor. “Of course I did. And that’s why I pushed you away.”

You stared at him, incredulous at his sudden quietness. “No. Don’t you dare spin this as some little ‘woe is me’ sob story. You ghosted me. You treated me like I was trash. Maybe you didn’t want to worry me with this whole thing, which is more on par with the Lucas I know. But my Lucas, my Xuxi, would never have taken it that far.”

“Did it ever occur to you that your stupid little Xuxi isn’t coming back!?” He yelled suddenly, and your eyes widened at his display of anger. He took notice and took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, and lowered his voice. 

 Y/N, this entire thing,” He huffed, gesturing to his ears and tail, which was now swishing back and forth restlessly, “It changed me too much."

"Yukhei…"

"You think I didn't want to keep being your Xuxi? T-that I didn't want to pretend that everything was normal and keep patting your head and hugging you in the morning and calling you bunny?" 

Your demeanor faltered, and your heart sank. This wasn't how you wanted this conversation to go.

"Yukhei."

He stepped closer, and you swallowed at his sudden proximity. "I feel this… need. Inside of me. Almost all of the time, but it's strongest when you're close to me. And I don't know what it is, but every time I look at you, I want to…"

"Yukhei," you mumbled dizzily as he took another step forward, basically forcing you up against the wall. You could feel his breath on your skin as he peered down at you, eyes melancholy. He looked lonely. You felt lonely.

"I want to… God, let me kiss you."

Your breath left your body, and before you could give it a second thought, you were tilting your head, eyes falling shut as he pressed his lips to yours.

Immediately, you stood on the tips of your toes to meet him easier, and his hands cupped your face before moving to your back, and then finally splaying possessively around your waist. 

The kiss was urgent, desperate; Yukhei kissed you as if he were dying and you felt the need to match his desperation. As your lips locked against each other's, Yukhei's body stepped closer to yours, his torso now pressed against yours. Your arms rose to his broad shoulders, wrapping around his neck, releasing a whimper when he pressed his tongue into your mouth.

Your stomach lurched when he used his thigh to separate yours, hands trailing down to grasp at your thighs. He pulled away from your lips, trailing to your jaw, and you whimpered, hands combing through his hair. Lower his mouth went, planting open mouthed kisses along your neck, and you felt a fire in your stomach, readying you to submit to him.

Submit?

Your eyes shot open, and your heart dropped, and as you realized what he had said, how he had said it, you were pushing him off of you. He stumbled back, chest heaving, eyes scared, lips swollen and pink. He seemed to have realized what he’d done. “Y/N, I didn’t mean t—”

“No.” You couldn’t look him in the eye, clenching your jaw. “I came here to say that I was tired of being treated like your property when all I’ve ever been is your friend. You turned it around and used that tone with me and you used it to kiss me. I-I can’t, Yukhei. Why would you even—”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widened as you met his, and you slumped against the wall, inhaling sharply. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. He took this as his cue to continue, eyes pleading and apologetic as he leaned against his desk, giving you the space you suddenly needed.

“That’s no excuse, I know that. It’s literally the worst possible excuse I could give you. I don’t know how to control this thing yet and I’m… Y/N, I’m scared that I’ll hurt you with my words or all of this strength I now have combined with instincts I don’t understand and it terrifies me. And now, with this whole mating season thing coming I feel them even stronger and I...”

“Yukhei, you’re not making any sense,” You said, voice barely above a whisper. He looked up, eyes suddenly teary. 

“How can I make my thoughts make sense when you’re the only thing on my mind right now?”

You pursed your lips, eyes squeezing shut. Your stomach swirled and your mind was jumbled, unsure what to tell him. 

“Yukhei, what are your instincts even telling you?” 

He shook his head, expression agitated as he looked you up and down. Finally, his eyes landed on your neck, and he groaned, shoving his face into his hands. 

“I can’t hurt you, Y/N. I would never forgive myself if I did.”

Your breath hitched, heart rate beginning to pick up. “Yukhei, I need you to tell me what is going on with you. Then, we can call Taemin and he—he’ll figure something out.”

“I need to bite you. A-and you need to leave, so I can leave before I do something I regret.”

“Yukhei, hold on a second—”

“Y/N,” He growled, and you felt all of the hairs on your head stand straight up, animal instincts going haywire, “Leave.” 

Even if he hadn’t used that tone with you, you would have done so. And you did, bolting out of his room, quickly grabbing your phone from your room and then darting out of the apartment, out of the building and somewhere onto the street, legs shaking and heart broken.

You ran for several blocks, stopping once you felt comfortable, which just so happened to be in front of a cafe a few minutes from your apartment. You went in and ordered, sitting at a table in the window, staring blankly at the cup in front of you. You felt numb. Yukhei was making absolutely no sense, and your thoughts were too jumbled for you to try and decipher what he was trying to tell you. There was only one thing that you could make sense of.

Because I’m in love with you. 

God, you wanted to slam your head into the table, his words echoing in your head. He’d looked so candid, so vulnerable, so scared saying those six words, that it honestly kind of petrified you. After everything you’d thought about, everything you’d been told, and everything you’d said to each other, you were being forced with the truth, and you honestly weren’t sure if you could handle it.

Yes, you loved Yukhei. But what best friend doesn’t love their best friend? There was such a difference between loving and being in love, but in that moment you couldn’t be sure of any. 

Yukhei had always been there for you. He understood your boundaries, understood that you wanted to be an independent person, but wasn’t afraid to support you if he felt you needed it. Whenever you were sad, or frustrated, he was there. And vice versa. You understood that Yukhei, despite his intimidating looks, muscles and tall frame was just a gentle giant, sometimes not confrontational enough to stand up for himself. And yes, he was confident, but you knew that deep down he would always feel like he wasn’t good enough, just a little bit. And whenever that feeling became too heavy for him to carry, you’d be the one to pick him up and help him carry the weight.

Your mutual understanding of each other went so much more than just finishing each other’s sentences sometimes. With a simple movement, both of you could tell whether the other was upset, or excited, or angry. 

You sighed, taking another sip of your coffee.

Yukhei was kind, and he didn’t worry about what problems he might have in the future. He was funny, sometimes making you laugh till you cried because it was just an innate talent of his. And fuck’s sake, he was hot. And you… you, the worrisome, blunt hybrid who trailed behind him because he lit up your days, you were…

Oh my god. I’m in love with Yukhei.

You spluttered, immediately coughing as you choked on your coffee, attracting the attention of the people around you. It took you awhile, but you eventually managed to catch your breath, avoiding the questioning gazes of everyone around you. You were left with your head spinning, foot tapping anxiously. 

You needed to get back to the apartment.

You paid for the unfinished cup of coffee in a hassle, and ran back up the street as fast as your legs could carry you. You realized that all of the running you’d been doing meant your hair would be frizzy and you would smell like sweat once you got back, but you couldn’t care less.

 All you needed was to see him.

If you’d been able to talk him down from his own thoughts before, like that day in the bathroom and times before that, if you’d been able to get through to him before, it wouldn’t be that hard now, would it? You needed to know he was okay and that he knew that everything would work out in the end. 

You dashed onto your street, mind filled with only Yukhei and his wellbeing, for once being a bit reckless when it came to your own safety. Yes, he’d told you to leave. But that didn’t matter anymore, you thought as you rushed into the building and pulled yourself into the elevator. He was your only concern, now.

Your heart pounded as you stood in the elevator. Your leg never ceased its insistent tapping. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the doors to slide open. It took an eternity, but finally, you heard a ding! And when the doors opened, you bolted. You ran down the hall, reaching your door before you pulled out your key and unlocked the door, not thinking twice before swinging it open.

“Yukhei!?”

Your loud, breathless voice rang out through the apartment, but there was no response. As you caught your breath, you noted that the scent of cinnamon and earth was still there, but faint, as if Yukhei had vanished into thin air. Your heart sank.

“Yukhei?” You asked again, voice now quieter as you realized that he was probably gone. Your face fell, and part of you began to wonder why you even expected him to still be here.  

Walking towards his room, where the trace of his scent was strongest, you gnawed on the inside of your cheek, silently asking yourself where you would go from here. The vibration of your phone caught your attention, and you pulled it out of your pocket to see what the notification was. Your eyes softened at seeing Yukhei’s contact name grace your screen, but your gaze quickly turned gloomy when you saw how long his text was. That was never a good thing.

xuxi: Hey. I’m sorry about everything that just happened, and for scaring you like that. I’m gonna be staying at Taemin hyung’s until your heat passes. I don’t know how long that is, but I know it was supposed to start sometime next week? I want to keep distance from you until either hyung or I can understand what’s going on with me, and I don’t want to do or say anything that’s gonna damage our friendship. Please don’t worry about me, Y/N. I’m fine. Don’t think that I think you can’t be around other guys, because I don’t. I want you to be happy. And if you feel like you never want to see me once this is all over, then I’ll totally understand. I’ve been an asshole and I treated you horribly because I was acting selfishly. Take care.

You slumped against the wall, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. 

How on earth did everything get this messed up?

The last few days before winter break were miserable. You spent the rest of that night after the argument with Yukhei crying out of frustration at the situation, falling asleep with puffy eyes and a runny nose. Eventually, however, you had to force yourself out of your pity party, because despite everything going on, you still had two exams to study for and a paper to turn in. 

Your paper was going to turn out mediocre, at best. You simply couldn’t put your heart into it despite the fact that it was 10% of your final grade for the semester. Thankfully, it was due Friday, and the first exam was on Monday and the other on Tuesday, leaving you a full three days to finish it, and you’d done pretty well in the subject all semester, so if you flubbed the paper, it wouldn’t be so bad. 

As for your exams, they weren’t your best, but you’d live. Exams this late were always hellish for you, because on top of all of the stress, your pre-heat symptoms were starting to set in. You felt tired, sluggish, and irritable. 

You thought of Yukhei almost all week during what little free time you got. You didn't see him on campus all week, but you knew from texting Taemin that he was still going. According to him, he wasn’t talking to anyone much. Not even Baekhyun could cheer him up, and Yukhei loved Baekhyun’s jokes.

You never responded to the long text Yukhei had sent you. You weren’t sure what to say, and after a certain amount of days had passed it just felt awkward to try and respond to him. 

Finally, Friday rolled around, and you strolled onto campus, ready to hand in your paper, go to your last few lectures, and then buy yourself some snacks to prepare to hole up in your apartment for a week during your heat. You wished you could just turn it in online, but this professor was probably as old as the university itself, and still preferred doing things the old fashioned way.

You sat down next to Mark right before your history lecture, about two hours before your paper was supposed to be turned in. 

“Hey, how have you been?” Mark asked, and you shrugged. 

“I’m pretty much over everything,” You sighed, “All I need is to turn in my paper to Wang and I’m out of here.”

“Can I see?” He asked. “Mine sucks and I wanted to compare.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” You answered, turning to open your bag. You rummaged through it, looking between your notes, laptop, and old pieces of paper, before frowning. 

“No fucking way,” You muttered to yourself, looking through the contents of your bag again, now more frantic. 

“What? Do you not have it?”

“No,” You answered, turning to him, sounding desperate. “I think I left it on my desk this morning. God, I’m so stupid.”

“Why don’t you just go get it?” Mark said, tilting his head. “Your place isn’t that far.”

You eyed the professor, who was preparing his presentation before the class started, weighing your options.

“...You’re right. I’ll be back in like, half an hour.”

And so you set off, power walking back to your apartment, which was right off campus. When you got to your building, you stepped into the elevator and heard your phone ring. You looked at who was calling first, furrowing your eyebrows. Hesitantly, you picked up.

“Taem? What’s up?” You asked, looking through your bag for your keys.

“Hey, Y/N.” Taemin sounded anxious, and it didn’t do anything to dissipate your confusion. “I just wanted to let you know that Yukhei said he would be passing by the apartment to get some more clothes, but uh… I forgot to ask him what time, and now he isn’t answering my texts or my calls. He was acting kind of… weird this morning. He didn’t say anything to you, did he?”

You blinked, swallowing at the idea of seeing him again after not having said anything to each other. Suddenly, your heart seemed to be beating a lot faster than it had been a second ago. “Um. No. He didn’t. But um… thanks for letting me know. I’ll just be going—” 

“Wait, Y/N!”

“Taemin, what?”

“Have you ever heard of Tanaka’s Theory of Hybrid Compatibility?” He blurted, and you made a face, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“...No?”

The elevator dinged, and you stepped out as he began to explain. 

“I was doing research after running some DNA tests on Yukhei, yesterday, to see if I would be able to gauge whether he’d be going into rut or not. This theory says that two hybrids of different animal types could trigger each other’s mating instincts—”

“Wait, wait, wait, I thought that wasn’t possible—”

“That’s what a lot of people thought, until Tanaka and her team published this study about a year ago. She did an experiment where she paired up hybrids of different animal types, and induced heat in only one of them, to see if it triggered rut or heat in the other hybrid. She concluded that it was possible, but only if the hybrids had already formed a deep emotional bond. Y/N, you and Yukhei…”

You stopped right outside of your apartment, dead in your tracks. “D—Taem. Do you think that could happen if…?”

You didn’t finish, and Taemin sighed. “Yeah,” He said, voice quiet. “I think he might be in the very early stages of rut. Please, please be careful, Y/N.”

You stared at the door, before sighing. “I will, Taemin. Thank you for calling me.”

You hung up, trying to absorb everything you’d just been told. Cautiously, you inserted the key into the lock, trying to be quiet. A chill rolled through your body as you stepped into the apartment. For some reason, it seemed so much more quiet than it usually was. You gulped. Hurriedly, with quiet footsteps, you approached your bedroom. You sighed in relief upon seeing the paper on your desk, and grabbed it, stuffing it carefully into your bag before turning to exit. 

“Hey.”

You shrieked in surprise, your skeleton nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw Yukhei in the doorway of his bedroom, staring intently at you. Immediately, you knew something was wrong. His eyes were wide like saucers, eyeing you up and down. His body seemed tense. His scent was overpowering. You scrunched your nose once it hit you.

“Y-Yukhei. What are you—Um, how have you been?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” He said, wide eyes never leaving you. You felt like he was studying you, and you squirmed underneath his gaze, “Just peachy. A little hot. What are you doing here?”

His sentences were quick and snippy, as if he were jumpy. You spluttered, gathering your thoughts.

“Oh,” You mumbled, “Um… I forgot my paper on my desk. I needed to come and get it.”

 The entire time, you never stopped looking at him. He seemed poised, ready to strike, looking for the moment he could catch you off guard. You swallowed, trying to step past him, “I need to turn this in later, so I’ll just…”

He grabbed your wrist before you could get out of his arms’ reach, cornering you against the wall. 

“I need to… talk to you,” He muttered, eyes trained on your face.

“Yukhei, you’re kind of freaking me out,” You answered, looking away from his face. Your own face was suddenly hot, animal instincts were screaming at his proximity, at his scent, begging you to either get away or pull him closer. Danger, one side of your brain whispered, while the other said, want.

“Just hear me out,” He answered, deep voice quiet and raspy. “I missed you this week. Missed my bunny.”

You looked away, unsure what to do. 

dangerdangerdangerdangerdanger

He lifted a hand to lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. You gasped, realizing that his eyes were a bright yellow. Had they always been that color or was it only now noticeable due to his proximity?

wantwantwantwantwantwant

“Y-Yukhei,” You mumbled again, panting as he brushed his lips against yours.

DANGERDANGERDANGERDANGER

In that moment, your animal instincts took over. What happened next happened in less than ten seconds, but felt like an eternity.

See, when rabbits feel threatened, they bite their attacker. You knew this. Yukhei knew this. So it should’ve been no surprise to either of you when you shifted your neck, quickly striking and giving his neck a harsh bite. Your animal instincts expected him to back off. But instead, he groaned loudly, pressing you even further into the wall, gripping your hips and pressing himself against you. You froze, feeling something hard press against your hip. 

“So you want to bite me too,” He growled, “But I want to bite you harder.”

WANTWANTWANTWANTWANT

You whimpered, as he, agonizingly slowly, pressed his mouth to your neck, baring his teeth. He tugged your head to the side, and you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the bite to come, almost welcoming it. 

But it never did. 

Instead, when you opened your eyes, you saw that Yukhei was trembling. 

“I can’t,” He whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You swallowed, realizing what was going on. 

“You won’t,” You answered, matching the tone of his voice. “Xuxi, wolves bite like this to mate, not to attack.”

“Huh?” His amber eyes studied your face, searching for anything other than the uncertainty etched upon it. 

“You’re not biting me to hurt me,” You said, stroking his cheek, “It’s because you wanna mark me as yours.”

“But you’re not mine,” He murmured, still trembling, “You don’t love me the way I love you.” 

You shook your head, head spinning as the heat on your face spread across your body at the sensation of his body against yours.

“Except I do.” Your voice was hoarse. “I love you, Lucas. I realize that now.”

You tilted your head back, revealing the expanse of your neck. He growled in approval as you did. “And I want to be yours, forever.”

He didn’t mark you then. Instead, he craned his neck to catch your lips with his. You cried out softly when he did, his hands coming down to lift one of your legs, wrapping it around his hip. 

“Jump,” He said into the kiss, and you did, without question. The feeling of uneasiness, of danger, melted away, leaving you only with want. He dragged you back to his room, tossing you onto his bed with ease. 

You whimpered as you let him go, now fully aware that you’d entered your heat, and you wouldn’t be satiated until he made you cum. You watched, as he stared down at you with a predatory gaze—go figure—pulling off the t-shirt he was wearing. He crawled on top of you, not saying a word before he kissed you again. 

Your hands roamed, tracing down his back and up your sides as he squeezed your thighs with his large hands, sliding up the skirt you were wearing. 

“Please don’t tease,” You whined between kisses, “N-need you.”

“My bunny needs me?” He asked, chest rumbling with pride, and you nodded. He tugged off your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and your skirt. He pressed a kiss to your neck, before inhaling deeply and groaning. 

“God, is this what you smell like when you’re in heat?” His voice was raspy, lustful; you felt punch drunk at the sound of it. “You smell fucking divine.” You nodded, reaching for the button on his jeans. You didn’t trust your voice.

“Bunny, you’re on the pill, right?” He asked suddenly, sounding a lot more sober than he had just a few seconds ago. Your eyes darted up to his face, noting his ears twitching nervously. You nodded. “Y-yeah, why?”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, before lowering his mouth to your ear. “Because as much as I want to pump you full of my pups right now, I know you probably don’t want that for us now.”

God, he was the human definition of whiplash. You straight up moaned at the idea, eyes squeezing shut as you pulled his pants down. “S-sounds good on paper. R-really good,” You declared, “But in practice… Not right now.”

He nodded, smiling softly. You realized he was wagging his tail, and you smiled gleefully. “Anything for my bunny.” 

Yukhei pressed another kiss to your temple, before pulling your skirt down, hands kneading at your newly exposed flesh. You lifted yourself off of the mattress to press wet kisses to his collarbone, ignoring the desperation beneath your skin. Still, your mind screamed.

WANTWANTWANTWANTWANTWANTWANT

“Xuxi,” You said, “Please hurry and fuck me already.”

“I don’t wanna wait either,” He admitted, grinning wolfishly. With not another word, he pulled your panties to the side, and slowly pressed a finger inside. 

Your breath hitched, feeling like when you scratch at an itch, but can’t find the exact spot. Content, but not yet satisfied. 

“You’re so wet,” He mumbled, “All of this is for me, right, Y/N?”

You nodded insistently, legs spreading further to allow him enough space. He was so big, nearly engulfing you as he hovered over you. And his fingers were so long, reaching far further than your fingers could when you pretended yours were his. 

“Lucas…” Your voice was high, breathless, “More, please.”

"So needy for me, hm?" Yukhei chuckled darkly, adding another finger. His smile grew when you tightened around him. "Tell me what you want, bunny." 

"Fuck," You groaned, "I want you to fuck me and make me yours. W-want to be stuffed and filled with your cum. Want y-your pups, wanna be yours."

His amber eyes glowed in admiration, peering down at you. "Fuck, that's a good girl." 

He tugged off your bra, but got a little too impatient when he got to your panties, and you gasped in surprise when you felt the seams snap. Your eyes darted to Lucas's hands, which were now holding the broken fabric with a smug look on his face.

"Oops."

You huffed, not caring about the underwear. Lifting yourself off of the mattress, you pulled him in for a kiss, and he responded with fervor. His tongue dipped into your mouth, swallowing your eager moans. In your eagerness, you reached into his underwear, wrapping your hand around his member. 

You gasped into the kiss, feeling how hard he was. Even without looking, eyes still shut as you focused mostly on kissing him, you could feel he was big. You wondered, momentarily, if he would even fit. Yukhei pulled away from you, lowering his eyes to watch your hand stroking him. You did as well, swallowing at the sight. He wasn’t too thick, but he was incredibly long. The tip was a pretty shade of red, precum leaking steadily out.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, mouth brushing against yours, panting slightly.

You nodded, canting your hips in an attempt to entice him. He pulled his fingers out of your pussy, brushing against your clit intentionally. You keened, looking up at him. 

“Yeah, baby,” You answered, pushing him away slightly, to turn around, and prop yourself onto your knees. He groaned at the sight of your wetness, one finger teasing at your hole. He came closer to you, and his free hand pulled you up. His chest was pressed against your back. He pressed a kiss to one of your shoulder blades, resting his head on his shoulder to speak to you.  

“One day, I’m gonna sit you down on my face and eat you until you forget your name. But right now, I can’t hold back anymore. Need to be inside of you.”

You nodded in agreement, bated as he gripped one of your hips, the other nudging you gently between the shoulder blades, so your face was buried between the pillows. You inhaled, whining lightly at how much it smelled like him, like Yukhei. 

“All mine,” He growled, sliding inside of you. He was met with no resistance, your walls sucking him in with no protest.

“Yours,” You agreed, rocking your hips lightly against his. He groaned loudly, gripping your hips tightly. 

“S-so tight,” He groaned, with a little laugh, “I can barely move.”

“Please, Xuxi,” You whined, voice muffled, “N-need it.”

His grip tightened, and he gave a hard thrust, to which you responded with a loud noise. He immediately set a brutal pace. He bent over, practically covering your body with his own. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, his grunts and growls right into your ear.

Your hand reached behind you, trying to grab him in some way. He registered what you were trying to do, and reached out to take your hand in his. “Who’s making you feel this good, bunny?”

“Ah, you, Lucas,” You cried, and Yukhei pressed a kiss to the junction of your shoulder and neck. 

“You think Doyoung could fuck you this good, baby?”

Your stomach curled at his words, and you shook your head. “N-no,” You said, hips bucking back to meet his. “Don’t want him, want you.” 

“F-fuck, that’s my girl, you just wanna be mine, huh?”

You nodded, unable to answer at the pleasure coursing through your veins. Yukhei wasn’t satisfied by this, evident in the way he tugged on your hair and pulled your head up. You shrieked not only at the pleasure, but also how unexpected it was. Yukhei was always one to be gentle, but now, with the need he felt to fuck you until you were both satiated, all of his mercy went out the window. 

“Use your fucking words,” Yukhei snarled, hips never letting up. You whimpered, eyes closing.

This wasn’t Yukhei, or Lucas, or Xuxi. No, this was pure, unbridled, alpha wolf taking the reins. And in this moment, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Y-yeah, I want you to make me yours,” You answered in a small, shaky voice.

“You wanna be my bitch, baby?”

“Fuck,” You moaned, pussy clenching at his question, “Please…”

“Please what, bunny?” The wolf asked, voice sickly sweet, and you bit your lip, trying not to cry out. “P-please make me your bitch, baby.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder again, letting go of your hair. You fell back onto the mattress, practically boneless; you couldn’t find it within you to hold yourself up. His hands found their way back to your hips, using them as leverage as he pounded into you.

“What my bitch wants, my bitch gets.”

His hips sped up, something you didn’t know was possible. You were vaguely aware of his headboard ramming into the wall, but you couldn’t care less. All you could care about was the growing pleasure bubbling in the pit of your stomach, which only boiled hotter when you reached between your legs to pinch at your clit.

Yukhei groaned at the same moment you did, relishing in the way your walls clenched at the sensation.

“How the fuck are you still so tight?” He said. You craned your neck to get a good look at him, chest tightening at the sight.

His tan skin glowed with sweat, eyes rolled up into his head, mouth open as he let loose grunts and groans, and his light brown hair was matted with sweat. The dark ears on his head were twitching furiously and his cheeks were flushed. You felt like you could have cum from the sight alone.

 Could have, because the awkward angle made your neck hurt, and it pained you to not be able to touch his skin or tug on his hair. 

Yukhei opened his eyes immediately when you muttered out a soft, “stop, stop,” his hips stopping much to his discomfort. He sighed in relief when he realized you just wanted to change your position. You whined softly in discomfort when his cock slipped out of you, shaky legs doing their best to maneuver into the position you wanted.

You flopped down onto your back in front of him, staring up at him. “Come on,” You said breathlessly, parting your legs, “You know what I want you to do.”

He exhaled, eyes scanning your sweaty body, taking in just how beautiful you looked beneath him. “Fuck, I love you so much,” He declared, settling in between your legs, slipping back into you with ease.

You took advantage of the position, wrapping your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer. Your hands wrapped around him, reaching for his back. You dug your nails into the skin, and he huffed slightly at the pinch of pain.

He growled with pride when his eyes darted down to where you were connected. “Fuck, that’s so hot, bunny. You’re so fucking tiny.”

Your eyes followed his, and you whined when you realized that there was a bulge sticking out of your tummy. 

He immediately retook his rhythm, pounding away like there was no tomorrow, voice getting louder. It was still a bit far, but you could tell he was approaching his high, just like you. He was pressing wet kisses to your breasts, large hands groping them. Your head fell back, mind completely blank.  

“X-Xuxi, I’m c-close,” You mumbled, “Please touch me.”

He nodded, lifting off of one of your nipples to meet your eyes. “Shit, me too,” He agreed, voice shaky. His lips travelled to your neck, one hand travelling to your clit. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back to reveal more of the skin of your neck. 

“Gonna make you mine,” He growled, “Gonna fuck you full of my pups, show everyone who you belong to.”

His hips were losing their finesse, their rhythm, pace turning sloppy as his hand rubbed at your clit, hoping to make you cum.

“Yes, yes, yes,” You cried nonsensically, toes curling. “Make me yours, Lucas, ah, fuck, w-want it so bad!”

And then he sunk his teeth into your neck, and you tumbled over the edge, a lot harder than you ever expected it to be. You were drowning in a dizzying mix of pleasure and pain, vision blurring as your body writhed against Yukhei like a woman possessed. You cried out his name one final time, voice dying after you did. 

You heard him groan against you, hips grinding against you as he released inside of you. Your mind immediately realized what was going on as his cock swelled within your walls, eyes snapping open as the sheer size of his knot caused you to cry out. Whether that was from the burn of being stretched beyond your limits, or the satisfaction of stuffed with him. 

 You were wordless when you managed to come down, breathing heavily, his head resting on your collar bone. The need that had been itching inside of you had gone away, for now. Your mind cleared up, and you were suddenly very aware of the fact that Yukhei was naked, on top of you, and now the two of you were stuck together for god knows how long. The few words you had exchanged prior were under the influence of his rut and, subsequently, your heat, and even before that, an argument that led to you not speaking to each other for a week.

"So…" You muttered, voice hoarse.

"Uhh…" Lucas lifted his head, tired eyes meeting yours. They were back to brown. "I take this as an 'apology accepted'?" 

You rolled your eyes, swatting his arm playfully. "You're not completely out of the woods yet, asshole. You were a huge dick. But what matters now is that we're together, and I love you. We can work the rest out later."

Yukhei's hand brushed a stray hair out of your face, smiling softly at you. "I don't deserve you," He murmured, "But I promise I'll do my best to treat you like a queen." 

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'd like that."

You both fell asleep slightly after, whispering sweet nothings and promises of a better tomorrow into each other's ears.

And when Taemin—who had worried about Yukhei not coming back to his apartment got worried enough to use your hidden spare key to get into the apartment—woke you up, screeching at the "ungodly sight" of your naked bodies pressed against one another, you laughed, despite Yukhei's possessive instincts kicking in and covering your body with his.

Because you finally had Yukhei in your arms, and, regardless of whether he's got fluffy ears and a tail or not, you were happy to call yourself his.

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~ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT OKAY~

Super fucking hyped to see your requests open again because-

The Time Is Now. The WLW Must Be Fed

So, I'd love to see your take on Fem! Burnt Bastard. Preferably, with a theme of Miss Reader accidentally calling her Mommy and she takes that to her FULL advantage. Bonus points if she wears an outfit that is a perfect recreation of what the reader's mother would have worn. Everything else is up to you, my dear friend. I know you'll do awesome

(anyway, take as long as you wish and if you decide not to take this request feel free to disregard the ask. No hard feelings regardless 😁😁)

Oh Gopher this is such a momentous occasion! You haven’t ever given me a proper request like this before and I had a lot of fun with this! I need to some more WLW content and I mean the chance to do Fem! Freddy was too fucking great to pass up obviously so even tho I haven’t done this kinda kink before it felt fun and very fitting. Happy MILFs I mean Mothers Day. 

Hope you like this! Let’s get into it.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.3K. Fem!Freddy Krueger X AFAB! Reader. Warnings. Chase. Predator/Prey. Making Out. Biting. Grinding. Thigh Riding. Knifeplay. Light Bloodplay. Teasing. Mocking. Dirty Talk. Degredation. Mentions Of Punishment Play. And Of Course Mommy Kink.

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Oh Don’t Tell Me...

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So how you first started seeing her isn’t really important. Sure as shit doesn’t change the fact that she is here now and now that she is, she loves to pay you visits multiple days every week and has an unreasonably good time tormenting you. But to be perfectly fair you love it too, even if it had a tendency to be overwhelming, just like tonight. Now as for what was happening tonight, you were having a very normal dream, average and regular when it slowly twisted around you and eventually led to a chase. 

Her coming after you, the sound of metal scraping on metal as she dragged those blades along rusted pipes menacingly, distinct clicks of the heeled boots she wore as she pursued you. Calling your name in this sing-songy way of hers, she was in no rush to get to you, she knew that the chase was mostly an act, perfunctory at most, simple habit, a part of the game. You both knew your parts well by this point and played them well, so after what you had deemed an appropriate amount of time to as not seem THAT desperate you allowed her to catch you. 

Let her gain enough ground of her non-gloved hand to close around your wrist and she tugged you hard, pulling you to her, chest to chest as she locked eyes with you, small smirk playing on her lips as she said that once simple word, a hushed statement, “Gotcha.”

One simple word like that shouldn’t make your heart pound so hard but it did all the same. You had to fight to suppress your smile, trying not to show how excited you were for what was to come, her glove started low. Blades brushing your bare outer thigh, you never wore much to bed these days, it always ended up off of you by the end of the night anyway, you were in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of underwear and that was it, her hand dragged up, contact was kept light and didn’t break the skin, not yet, too soon for that. You anticipated her touch, eyes falling closed, ready and waiting and so excited and she took the opportunity to instead push you against the wall roughly, a small shocked sound leaving you as your back made contact with concrete. 

You got so caught up after that, her hands on you, blades scraping over your exposed skin, one of her legs between yours, kissing and biting your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulder from the loose neck of your shirt. You were breathing so much harder, your own chest rising and falling, eyes screwed shut as you ground on her thigh, hips moving slowly back and forth, unable to help or control yourself. She bit down hard on the space where your shoulder and neck met, her non-gloved hand under your shirt and pulling on one of your nipples and your breath caught in your throat and then you moaned.

The fact you moaned wasn’t unusual but what you moaned very much was, it totally changed the way tonight ended up going, it surely would have played out much differently if you moaned anything else, anything but what you did, anything but that breathy and quiet, “Mommy-”

You stopped.

She stopped. 

You could feel her smile against your neck and heard that soft laugh as she pulled back, “What was that?” 

“Nothing!” Okay you said that way too fast and way too loud and she tsk’d with a shake of her head as she said, “Nothing my ass. Oh no, no I know what I heard, princess.” she still had her hand under your shirt and tugged on your nipple again, harder and it made your back arch a bit off the wall with a small whine, “R-really, I didn’t say anything-”

And that glove came up, two of her blades under your chin as she said, “No lying to me now.” she pressed harder and it stung as she said, “Should I make you say it again?” she pressed her leg harder between yours and the increase of pressure had you grinding on her again, helplessly, you could feel the slide of your damp underwear against you, arousal was almost painfully obvious. 

She palmed you under your shirt and a flick of those blades under your chin, a light cut made you gasp it out again, she pulled it out of you against your will and hearing you say it again made her laugh. “Oh don’t tell me, you really ARE into that?” 

You bit your bottom lip and shook your head, “No, no I swear I’m not!” And that only made her laugh harder, mocking you, mimicking your voice perfectly, it always made you so embarrassed when she did that, hearing just how frantic and desperate you sounded as she parroted your words back to you in your own voice from her mouth. “No, no I swear I’m not!” 

She leaned in close again, mouth made contact with your neck again, a playful bite that made you whimper before licking up the collum of your throat, licking up the small amount of blood she had spilled and whispered in your ear, “You are too fuckin’ cute.”

Her hand was pulled from under your shirt and she took a step back, you pathetically tried to follow, wanting more contact, to keep her hands on you, keep her leg right where it was for you to rut against. You hated how much you enjoyed it, the first time she got you to do it you were in her lap and she called you out for acting like a little- “Bitch in heat.” but it felt so good you couldn’t help falling back into the habit again and again. The way she would tease you over it would make heat flare inside you that seemed to mirror the heat in the boiler room you were currently in. 

Then you heard a snap of her fingers on her non-gloved hand and you knew that meant one that and that made your eyes shoot open to confirm it and it was in fact true, a change of scenery. You were in the kitchen of your childhood home, leaning against the kitchen counter, it was daylight out, warm sunlight pouring in the window and you weren’t sure why you were here until your eyes landed on her on the other side of the room. 

“Well hey there hon.”

“Oh my God, what the fuck-” And there she was, dressed uncannily similar to your own mother, like she plucked the outfit right out of her own closet and you wondered how she did it, the recreation of the outfit and the kitchen and she was looking so very pleased with herself. “What’s the matter?” she was crossing the distance to you, glove was absent, holding her hands out as she asked, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“No! I-I never said I wanted this-” Her hands grabbed yours and she scoffed, “You didn’t have to. I took one look in that pretty little head of yours and saw everything.”

Shit. You always forgot she could do that. You could try to withhold information all you wanted but with your own thoughts could still betray you.

“Now if you don’t stop lying and admit it I might just have to put you over my knee.” She pushed you again, hard against the counter, her hands covering yours on the countertop, pressed chest to chest with you and you swallowed hard, “I-” A deep breath to try and compose yourself before you said, “I have nothing to admit.”

A small shake of her head with a breathless chuckle, “If you insist.” She started to walk backwards, tugging you along roughly, towards the kitchen table, you tried to fight but were no match and soon she was in a chair and you were thrown over her lap and she was hiking up your sleep shirt, hand rubbing over the curve of your ass as she spoke “Now tell me, what does she favor? Hand? Hair brush? Wooden spoon? I want to make sure I get this just right.”

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Masterlist

Finally got my shit together and created a masterlist! Not to be that bitch but please don’t repost my writing anywhere without my permission! Any requests or feedback are always welcomed, just hit up my ask box!

Any fics that feature an asterisk (*) denote smut. Click on each bolded title to read said fic.  Fics start from oldest to newest (the newest piece of writing will always be at the bottom, including under blurbs)

One Shots

Practicing (*)

This is Dad!Harry in Cabo being super soft - albeit slightly tipsy - with Y/N discussing trying for a baby and celebrating James’ birthday.

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The two of you glowed while looking at each other, Harry trying to do away with his large smile as he bit into his bottom lip. You raised your eyebrows at him, goading him in a playful manner to give into his softness.

The next words he spoke caused a shiver to run through you. His hand clammy on your back as he subconsciously showed his nerves. “Can’t wait to have a couple of little ones runnin’ around.”

“How many do you want?”

You were surprised at how you were playing into the conversation. The question so easily rolling off your tongue.

“I’d have loads, love,” he chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners. “But it’s not me whose gonna give birth is it? S’on you that one.”

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Make Amends (*)

This is Husband!Harry (with a slight (and by slight I mean minute) feat. of Dad!Harry) not knowing where he has gone wrong with the missus and then doing his very best to sort his shit out.

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“What are you doing here, H?” You asked, eyes still down on the paper.

“I’m fighting for you.”

His words made you snap your neck up at him. How easily he’d said them matched his stance, two hands resting on the counter of the island opposite you, arms spread making his shoulders hunched but broad nonetheless.

As he held your gaze firmly with his, you felt yourself break. Those words caused your chest to heave, your bottom lip trembling lightly before you pressed you lips together hard.

“Tha’ okay?” He asked, looking at you with an intense but soft stare. You lightly nodded, not knowing if he caught it, not knowing why it was always so easy. The tilt in his lips however, let you know he did. Let you know that it was easy just because it should be, because it was him. His green eyes looked alive again for the first time in forever as his intense stare became softer.

***

All Settled In (*)

This is Husband!Harry eating chips off the floor of his newly bought house with Y/N, discussing renovations and just simply enjoying his new wife.

***

He looked over at you, his face falling slightly as he saw the emotion behind your eyes. “Wha’? Wha is it?”

You stayed silent, swallowing thickly. Trying to contain your emotion. After all you felt as if you were being silly.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind on the colour of the walls again?” He pleaded.

You shook your head over at him.

“Then wha’ is it?” He asked with more concern this time.

Swallowing again, you spoke with a croaky tone, “This is really it? This is our forever home.

From your words you watched a lopsided smile tilt up onto his lips, his hand brushing his now slightly damp hair away from his face. He walked towards you with this warm and glow-y expression, causing you to blush and slowly smile back at him.

“It bloody better be, it’s cost me an arm and a leg,” he joked, reaching out to pull you towards him, before he hooked his arms behind your back and attacked your neck with kisses which were accompanied by obnoxious growls, trying to lighten the mood.

***

Underneath The Tree (*)

This is boyfriend!Harry decorating his house with his girlfriend and trying so very hard to get her to move in with him. 

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Halfway through, you felt something being placed onto your head causing you to sharply turn around and be met with the sparkling green eyes of your boyfriend.  You fought the smile from your lips as you took him in. A black Santa hat covered his longer hair and sat firmly on his head. It read ‘bah humbug’.

“Suits you,” you commented, watching him scrunch his face up at your flippant comment. “Dare I ask what you’ve just added to my head.”

“Have a feel-“

“Do I want to?”

“Dunno, do you?” His dimple dented his left cheek, eyes shiny as he raised his eyebrows. Just the once, but more than enough to emphasise his questioning.

“H-“ you slapped the top of his arm with the back of your hand.

“Hey, hey, less of tha’,” he started. “Bloody minds in the gutter again.”

“Who said it was ever out?”

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Need Your Love So Bad (*)

This is husband!Harry not able to keep his hands to himself while he watches you be far too domestic for your own good. 

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“Y’want me to shag you?” he pressed forward with a gentle rock, his kisses moving down your jaw as you closed your eyes. “’Aven’t shagged your properly since I got ‘ome, wha’ kinda husband does that make me, ‘ey?” he breathed against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the skin.

“The shit kind,” you joke, Harry playfully jostling your hips with his hands before you squealed, laughing lightly as he manoeuvred you so your body was bent forward, cheek pressed against the black granite of your utility room, stomach pressed awkwardly against the front of  your washing machine.

***

Cavalcami (*)

This is newly wed Harry in Italy turning his hand to learning Italian, unable to keep his hands to himself and you loving every second of being Mrs Styles. 

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“Got a quite tan line here,” you joked, with a soft smile after you let your eyes linger on his fingers. You felt proud of the way his wedding ring had already made itself known onto his skin subconsciously.

“So have you,” he relayed, toying with the strap of your maxi dress. You looked at him, knocking your eyes back to his, enjoying the way his hand slid so slowly from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck and his eyes followed his fingers.

He guided his lips to yours and passionately enveloped his lips over your top lip, softly pulling away after he left the sponging kiss knowing he could get heated as his warm breath mixed with yours. “Gonna show me your other white bits,” he breathed, taking on his lower register as you rocked yourself closer to him. “Or ‘ave I gotta find ‘em all by m’self.”

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Head Over Heels (*)

This is Met Gala Harry prancing around naked in his heels that rival your own, and you willingly getting on your knees due to the sight before you.

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“Awfully confident for a man whose wearing a blouse and heels that match the length of his girlfriends.” You saw the way his eyes lit up as he rolled his head further back on his neck to look at you. Ring clad hands pushed deep inside the pockets of his trousers as he pressed his groin forwards into nothing but thin air.

Standing dick first, he smirked, slowly. “You and I both know that my length matches nothing you’ve ever come across before in your life.”

You held his gaze. “S’why I’m still around.”

His head dropped back as he barked a laugh at your retort, eyes crinkling as they looked up to the ceiling for your hotel suite. Christ, I love you,” he sighed as his laughter died down.

***

With This Ring (*)

This is Wedding Harry basking in marriage under the heat of the Italian sun and managing to get you to take a dirty picture for him.

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“Your wife is waiting,” you teased with a slight command, watching the way he slowly turned his head to look at you. He eyed you for a while, enjoying the demanding expression you had chosen to wear.

“Alright,” he stressed, voice high pitched, tilting his head as he kept eye contact. Knowing that it would kill the illusion, you bit your bottom lip, trying to hide away the smile that you hadn’t been able to take off your lips since the minute you had become Mrs Styles.

“I’m bloody comin’, didn’t realise you were this impatient, wouldn’t have married yer ‘f I had!” he joked, walking around the back of the car, your friends and family laughing resoundingly at him.

***

Mistletoe Jam (*)

This is Husband Harry at Christmas revealling a kink you didn’t know before now.

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“Probably got a thing for one of the elves. Husband’s let himself go a bit-“

“Santa or me?” He chuckled.

You smiled against the lip of your champagne flute, eyes moving upwards to see the profile of your husband’s face as he stopped all washing up to look at you. “All I’m saying is maybe only leave one mince pie out for Santa this year when you’re helping the kids set up the plate.”

“Look, Santa is a strapping lad,” he spoke with conviction. “He can’t help it, if Mrs Claus is a feeder.”

“I am not a feeder, Harry,” you laughed, throwing the tea towel back at him.

“Darling, I don’t know what kind of role play you’re into but maybe this is something we should pick up after we’ve put the kids to bed.”

***

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Forbidden Fruit (*)

Sickenly sweet flirty morning conversation over breakfast under the Malibu sun with your fiance, what more could you ask for?

***

Swallowing, you lifted your eyes and caught Harry watching you. He sat, lounged back in his seat, eyes devouring you over the heart shaped tinted lenses that he had chosen to wear.

“Look at you sitting over there all heart eyes for me.”

His lips, pressed tightly together, spluttered out a laugh. “Christ almighty,” he whispered in exasperation, closing his eyes and letting his head drop back so he could look up to the cloudless, blue sky. “‘S worse than one of mine tha’ is-“

“Pretty sure that is one of yours,” you chortled in response, watching him raise his eyebrows, as he leaned forward again. This time he took a swipe at two of the chopped strawberries. The closest fruit to him.

***

Spoilin’ for a Fight (*)

Sometimes Harry just likes to push your buttons, today wasn’t any exception.

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“You’re not going out in that, are you?”

“‘S there a problem ‘f I am?”

A charged pause.

Harry’s remark was shot out instantly, on yours as fast as a predator was on their prey.

Inhaling deeply through your nose, you looked back at him through the mirror. A slant to his lips as he waited once more.

Gentle raise of his eyebrows. Faint but definitely there. Goading. Knowing you would be so aware of every moment, every twitch with your eye for detail. His eyes shone in a way that he was daring you.

Oh, he was spoiling for a fight. Most definitely.

***

Series

Divorce Harry

Divorce Harry - When it all becomes too much and you get something off your chest. Divorce Harry II - When you’re in denial and realise it’s harder to run than it is to fight. Divorce Harry III - When your car goes against your and decides you need to come face to face with the man you’re divorcing (this is a scene that is mentioned in part two, but it set during the time of part two)

Quarantine Harry 

Quarntine Begins At Home - When you and your new husband are forced to come to a stop and bunker down Stay Still - When you realise you’ve never wanted anything more but the timing couldn’t be any worse

Blurbs

On Your Doorstep - Harry returns home to surprise you  In Front of the Fire - Reminscing over white wine during a difficult time Skye in Scotland - An indulgant blurb of Harry in Scotland that will turn into a one shot once I get my act together.  First Kisses - Soft first date with even softer kisses.  Gimme a Taste - When Harry’s starving for you Shit Talking - Even Harry loves a good bitch every now an again Comforting Kisses - When Harry receives some news and seeks the arms of someone he knows After Sex Kisses - Basking in each when you’re reunited and its boiling hot Easter Sunday - Family days with the Styles’

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Rabbit Season

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader ft. Namjoon Genre: Smut Rated: M / NC17 Tags: Belt play, Rough sex, Cuffs, Brief Panty kink, Outdoor sex Warnings: If a rough, belt wielding Jeongguk makes you uncomfortable, do not read. Also if being called a ‘noona’ makes you cringe, please refrain.   Summary: Predator met prey like an Animal Planet rerun of lions devouring antelopes in large, unremorseful bites. He took every aspect of this game seriously. He was competitive where most might not think so in this particular arena. His behavior projected through television, even while in person, was an act, perhaps the best he’d ever performed in front of his every day audience.

A/N: Hello! So, I rewrote this story. The original made me feel uncomfortable. There were some very creepy, subtle hints of non-con. Jeongguk will still be a motherfucker, but we’re gonna tone down the uncomfy vibes. I worked hard on this story back then and I’ll work twice as hard on it now.   tw l cc Rabbit Season

Out of all the things you could have said ‘yes’ to, this was probably the worst. When the idea had been proposed initially, you’d thought that it was an appealing offer. It was practically PTO with the warm sun and fresh air. Here you thought you’d never get to enjoy such things ever again, having to follow the same schedule of seven busy guys. This was the perfect opportunity to wind down and relax, except – unfortunately, with the company of those same seven guys. You tried to ignore that last bit, doing well with keeping to yourself for the most part. Until a wild Namjoon appeared with his damn dimples on full display, resting a slender hand against his hip, “We should play a game.”   You were starting to regret not staying behind to help with Taehyung and Jimin. The photoshoot would require all stylists to be on deck. Last time you saw the two, they were trying to light a fire at the campsite that was used for their theme, accepting their failure as a personal challenge. By now they were probably dancing around the flames like primitives. Besides, you’d left behind your only coworker turned friend, which wasn’t cool. Namjoon continued, “Ever played Make-Out Manhunt?” What was he, twelve? There was a hint of mischief in the blonde’s deep voice, the leader’s eyes pinpointing you rather suggestively. You were quick with your rebuttal, “So, like, will you guys be kissing each other, then?” Jin declined, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Hoseok wrapped an arm around Jin’s broad shoulders, “Why? You don’t want to kiss me, hyung?” He sealed the MBC Drama Award winning act with a chaste kiss to the taller man’s cheek, and found himself being shoved a good five feet away. “How about we play it by the normal rules then? No kissing…” Jeongguk offered, being all doe-eyed and casual about it. “It can be three versus three. We set the time on our phones for twenty minutes. The team hiding will have a three minute head start, before the team seeking will have to find them. If all three members are found before the time runs out, it’s game over. If they aren’t found, then the team seeking loses.” That sounded reasonable. Those rules were a hell of a lot better than, let’s spontaneously make-out with each other. You were in mid-nod, being oddly agreeable towards the idea, when Namjoon twirled what looked like a pair of handcuffs one of his fingers. You’d recognized it as one of the props. A prop that they hadn’t needed to begin with and would not end up being used, so why was it here now? “We should use these when bringing back the last person we find. Think of it as extra incentive not to get caught.” What in the actual fuck? Hoseok’s abrupt fit of laughter startled you. The guy was practically on the verge of tears, pressing a hand to his to stomach to alleviate the cramp. “You stole those? Namjoonie, why? Yoongi hyung doesn’t deserve this level of humiliation.” Yoongi raised a brow at that, deadpanning, “You’re not cuffing me.” And no, Namjoon would never try his hand at restraining the eldest rapper. He’d get his fucking ass handed to him. Jeongguk snatched the cuffs away with ease, testing the heavy weight in his hands. He rolled the metal closed to open a few times, before he decided he was going to hang onto them. Truthfully, you hadn’t played Make-Out Manhunt or any form of Manhunt for that matter. Why would you? It was ridiculous. You asked, “So, how do you capture someone? You just tag them or what?” They laughed as though the real absurdity lied within your question, like you were asking the world’s most obvious thing, which okay – fuck you, too. It seemed to have amused all, except the golden maknae – the know-it-all maknae – the rabbit prince maknae. He was far too busy staring through you with the same unreadable expression that you were always met with. You didn’t get it. You couldn’t pinpoint when it had started, convinced that it had always been there. You did deny him snacks that one time. Maybe he’s hated you since? He was still just a boy in your mind. A boy who was now shamelessly dragging his eyes up and down the length of your body, the corners of his mouth twitching into a brief smirk, “It’s pin to win.” What the fuck was that about? You tried not to read too much into it. It wouldn’t be the first time Jeongguk was being playful, although it was never towards you, which made it a little…odd. Hoseok lightly patted you on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” You’d sooner feel safer in a shark tank covered in blood, but thanks Hobi. Namjoon laughed, “I’ll be too busy annihilating you, Hobi-wan. Hiding or seeking.” “Oh, my god!” The mushroom-haired rapper said, slightly appalled at being considered Namjoon’s easy target. You then watched as Hoseok slowly inched his way behind a tree, making it obvious that he had no real intentions of protecting you from anything. “Alright, let’s just set our friggin’ watches,” Yoongi snapped impatiently, clapping his hands together with mock enthusiasm. You could tell that the blonde would much prefer spending a lazy day full of catnapping, until he was needed for the photo shoot. You started flipping through the apps on your phone, setting up the stopwatch. The heat of Jeongguk’s gaze was still burning metaphorical holes into your skin, his head tilted in your direction. Unfortunately, confronting him wasn’t an option, and you didn’t have the nerve to stare right back, so you chose to ignore it. A few short rounds of Kai, Bai, Boh determined who would be the ones hiding and seeking. Not so lucky for you, since you ended up on the team that was hiding. Jin and Hoseok had already split up, referring to it as ‘tactic’, but you were too aware of the fact that you were akin to dead weight. Going in the opposite direction would be the least typical, so you went down that path – going as far as you could, before deeming it as too fucking far. It was in the direction of camp, anyway. If you could reach it, before anyone managed to find you, then it would just be a bonus. You honestly didn’t need to be standing out in the middle of the woods, terrified and weary of Jeongguk. You pressed a hand against one of the nearest trees, needing to take a short rest. Your breathing had already become ragged, side aching as though you’d run an entire marathon. Since living in Korea, you’d been forced to use your legs more often, so the strain wasn’t too bad, but perhaps you shouldn’t have used so much force. The forest itself was open, leaving several inches between each tree. You wanted to look down at your phone to check how much time was left, but you couldn’t afford to slow down, because of the ‘what ifs’ that plagued your mind. Realistically, Yoongi would probably give up halfway through chasing you down. Namjoon would motion you over, coaxing you with environmental facts. Jeongguk would… No. You wouldn’t allow that happen, because you had enough problems. First problem being that you used to actually like Jeongguk, a lot. It was borderline unprofessional how much you enjoyed your job as a stand-in stylist. Cosmetology school came through for you, even if it was your fallback. Being surrounded by seven gorgeous guys wasn’t bad, by any means. But you sure got an eyeful of what you weren’t permitted to have, never daring to go beyond finger fucking their hair. Right from the very start, handling Jeongguk was complete hell for you. He was far too attentive, while you were trying to focus on applying powder, or wiping the sweat from his golden skin. There were other times, where you would check his hair in the mirror and catch his gaze, dark and lingering. You’d blamed it on the makeup, deciding that Jeongguk wasn’t hardly that intense, or imposing.     An entire year later and you hadn’t been asked to step down from your position, even when the original stylist had come back from maternity leave. By some miracle, Big Hit had welcomed you into their family. It was that or they’d forgotten to fire you – didn’t matter. You were comfortable with your paychecks. “GWAAAAaaaa! HOOO-MAH-GAWD!” You were stopped dead in your tracks when the echo of what sounded like pre-captured Hoseok screaming reverberated throughout the forest. Your blood went cold with fear, despite who you were running away from. It shouldn’t have been so terrifying, but it was, as you felt a spike of adrenaline – your heart beginning to pound, rather than beat. The two members on your team were already found and it would only be a matter of time before you joined them in their misery. Snap. You spun abruptly at the sound, searching over the area behind you, and at each side. It was probably – hopefully – nothing. At least, that was what you’d wanted to believe. You cursed under your breath, as a set of chills spread over your arms and at the back of your neck, the small hairs standing on end. It was that same burning sensation from earlier, the one you’d felt whenever someone was staring directly at you, that made itself known. A shadow moved from out of the corner of your peripheral, confirming what your gut already knew to be true. Jeongguk was not even ten feet away from you then. You’d never even heard him approaching, agile and swift as he’d trailed after you, until it was too late.     Whether it was mimicking a hyung’s solo choreo, singing along to his favorite IU ballad, going on a headshot spree in Overwatch with Widowmaker, or chasing after someone he desperately craved for – these were all pleasantly thrilling to Jeon Jeongguk. So, it was without further ado, that predator met prey like an Animal Planet rerun of lions devouring antelopes in large, unremorseful bites. He took every aspect of this game very seriously. Jeongguk was competitive where most might not think so in this particular arena. His behavior projected through television, even while in person, was an act, perhaps the best he’d ever performed in front of his every day audience. All he needed was two seconds and for as immobilized as you were within that moment, it was all too easy for him to pin you to the nearest tree. A sharp breath was expelled from your lungs at the unexpected impact against the rough surface. He had you by the wrists, keeping you still when you tried twisting out of his hold. You gasped, “Jeongguk, you won…” The oak was old and splintered where it dug into your skin, making the firm press of his body all the more uncomfortable. “…you can let go of me now.”   “I knew you’d head this way, noona,” he mused, the Busan accent was thick in the heat of his tone. He chuckled then, the puff of air reaching your skin, “You’re tragically predictable. You know that you’re the last one to be found, right?” You were steadily growing impatient, “So?” Jeongguk stared down at you seriously, as he asked, “Have you already forgotten?” He then used his other hand to retrieve something from out of his back pocket. A dark smile flitted across his mouth – the same smile that had betrayed you on countless occasions, alluring and tempting on lips so red. Clink. Your eyes widened upon the realization of what he’d just done, the weight of the metal cuffs locking around both your wrists. Jeongguk stepped back to admire his work, taking in the precious look of shock on your face. You stepped closer, pushing your wrists towards him, “Kookie, get these off of me.” “About that,” he said, eyes dancing with dark amusement. This was too good – too much fun with the conflict so raw on you then. He’d gained your attention just the way he’d wanted it. The panic was evident in the way you grew on edge, as though you were about to throttle him, and oh, how he wished that you would. He tilted his head at you, voice light and unapologetic, “Namjoon hyung has the key.” “Then, why? Why did you…?” You sighed heavily, defeated. “Look – I don’t know what’s wrong with you lately. If you’re mad at me, just say so. You don’t have to play these games.” He pulled you by the inch of chain between your wrists, using his other hand to lower one of the branches. You’d realized his intention almost immediately, what he was meaning to do, when you slipped from his grasp, because – oh, hell to the no. You started making your way to literally anywhere else, knowing that he was faster – when a pair of strong arms curled around you securely. “You can’t be serious! Kook, put me down!” You shouted, trying to go full on dead weight, which did little to nothing to stop him.     Jeongguk handled you as one would a doll, maneuvering you up over his shoulder with unsurprising ease. With the new position, he didn’t even need to lower down the branch, as he dropped you so that the cuffs went over it. The branch lowered with your added weight, the tips of your toes just barely touching the ground. You couldn’t escape, not tall enough to inch yourself forward.     He took in how you struggled, expletives falling freely from your lips, cursing him until he started to speak, “See, that’s how I’ve felt for a whole year with you.” You grew quiet then, although your heart was still racing, and you felt dizzied by what sounded a lot like the beginning of confession, one of which you were not prepared for. “It felt like I was dangling, not really sure what would happen. The panic that comes with wanting to claim something as your own is so exhausting” “What is it…” you shook away the rest of the question, unsure if you’d wanted to hear the answer. You didn’t need to know that this brat actually had feelings for you.   There was a dangerously low and teasing lilt to his tone, as he pinpointed you, “What is it that I want, noona? From the expression on your face, I’d say you know very well.” “Let’s go back,” you said. Let’s get the fuck out of here, before Jeongguk says something that will destroy your every last defense. “I hadn’t expected you to be hired permanently. That kind of damned us both,” he laughed, while running his long fingers down the side of his neck. A breathy sigh escaped his lips for the theatrics, “While your hands were in my hair, my eyes were shut, envisioning what would happen if you’d noticed how much I was enjoying it. What if you’d noticed how hard I was?” And there it was, what you’d wanted to avoid. You looked to the ground for answers, trying to digest what the hell he’d just said – mouth parted to retort, when you’d thought better of it. Nothing you said could possibly diffuse the situation. This had obviously been building up for him for awhile. “You’re not innocent either, noona.” What the hell was that supposed to mean? Jeongguk approached you with purposeful steps, taking your chin between his fingertips, and forced you to look at him. “Namjoon hyung is under the impression that you’d let him fuck you, if he tried. He likes you, you know…” You tried shaking your head, but the short nails digging into your skin kept you from moving. Trembling with anger, you were quick to deny it, “That isn’t true.” “He’s just one of many. There’s practically a whole list of guys who showed real interest in you. They think they’d stand a chance, so tell me.” Jeongguk stared right through you then, the intensity of it imposing, and daunting – so unlike the wide-eyed bunny that you were used to dealing with.“What does noona do to give them that impression?” You were genuinely perplexed by the question. Any guy who’d shown interest in you had never seemed to work out. It was all flirtation that hadn’t even made it into the relationship stage. Flirting itself was awkward for you, so there was no way you were knowingly participating in such rituals the whole time. The guys who liked you never worked out… They never worked out. Never worked out. “Jeongguk, have you been meddling in my personal life? Like, are you preventing things from happening?” You paused, searching his dark eyes for the answer, wanting to see the lie there, but his expression was resolute. He couldn’t have possibly. Despite your obvious disposition, you felt as though you could hulk out,  break through the cuffs, and have a fair one on one with him. He confirmed the dread you’d felt, “I like to control everything.” “You’re an impossible bastard.” How quickly Jeongguk had been upgraded from brat in your book. If he’d been trying to make you take him seriously, it had worked. “Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t do that.” “Can’t and won’t – words like these were meaningless for how strongly I felt,” he said, shaking his hair out of his face. The hair you’d fucking styled this morning, which he probably got off on. Jeongguk almost pitied you for a moment. The basic concept of being a decent human being, this thing people seemed to have designated rules for tended to piss him off. The fear of losing you to someone else had outweighed the logic for him. He’d acted on impulse, steering away lesser men, keeping you available, and all for himself. You glared at him.  “And what about ‘don’t’ or ‘stop’?” “We’ll find out, won’t we? Maybe if you add a ‘please’ at the end, I’ll reward you with being compliant.” The fingers splayed over your jawline trailed higher into your hair, where he abruptly yanked your head back by the roots. The sharp gasp you’d emitted had a pleasant effect on him, when he’d quirked his lips, and leaned in towards your ear. The warmth of his breath reached your sensitive skin, as he murmured, “All you have to do is tell me you don’t want me. I’ll believe you and never pursue this again, but just so you know – the reason why we’re here right now, in this position, is because I don’t believe that.” He pulled away long enough to undo the buttons on his jacket, letting it fall to the ground carelessly. Holy fuck – this was how you lose your job. You were going to be caught with a just barely twenty year old working within the same company where dating fellow employees, especially idols, was strictly prohibited, and downright unprofessional. With that aside, you’d just watched him dirty his sponsored clothing. You were going to stylist hell. Jeongguk pulled the plain black shirt he was wearing beneath the button-up from his fitted slacks, fingers unfastening the leather belt around his hips. It slipped free from the hoops in one smooth motion. He grinned, a full set of bunny teeth on display, “Tell me you don’t want this…” You warned, “Jeongguk…” He tapped the leather against his palm, impatiently, “Accept or deny me.” You couldn’t deny him, but you couldn’t easily accept the situation either. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t want this moment to end. Hell, you wanted to go back in time, rewind his confession just to hear it over and over again, as though the memory wouldn’t be accurate enough. “This is a public place and not a real vacation. You have solo shots to take soon,” you reasoned, listing off possibilities, instead of answering his question. “I could be fired for this much, let alone whatever else you’re thinking of doing.” He laughed short, as he stepped closer to you, “You’ll just have to fix me up, noona.” You jumped when he skimmed the cool leather of the belt along your inner thigh, continuing, “And I doubt we’d be caught by anyone who would tattle, but sure, there is that possibility.” Shaking at the sensation, you inwardly cursed yourself for wearing shorts on a moderately cold day. It was the lightest of touches, whispers of rough texture over soft skin. Jeongguk looked down at your legs, where the few inches between you and him mattered, and asked, “Will you kick me if I come any closer?” If you’d wanted to kick him, you would have done so the moment you realized he was within reach. However, you wouldn’t hurt him – didn’t want to stop him, even if meant ignoring your better judgment. You shook your head, mutely, unable to use your voice. Not even you believed that you were about to go along with this – that a single taste of Jeongguk would be worth risking your job over. Seeing you strung up like this would be enough to stun any passerby into silence. The rest of the group would start to wonder soon and set out to find you both. He teased the belt up further, until it was pressed between your legs, “Does that mean you’ll be a good girl for me?” You squeezed your thighs together, unsure of whether or not you were trying to escape the leather, or keep it against you. “You like this more than I thought you would,” he said lowly, as he suddenly removed the belt to drape it over your neck. He used it as leverage to pull your faces close together – his breath reaching your skin. Quick fingers moved silver between one of the notches, loosely securing the belt around your throat. Jeongguk took the extension of leather that was left through the buckle and touched it to your lips. You swallowed thickly, meeting the intense stare he’d settled on you then, and parted your mouth for him. Allowing the tongue of the belt to slip past your teeth, he wet his lips at your easy compliance.   “You’re behaving so well for me,” he crooned, withdrawing the leather and pushing it back in, watching the way your cheeks hollowed eagerly. “Would you take my cock just like this?” He jerked you forward by his grip on the belt, feeding more of it into your mouth, pleased with how you’d adjusted quickly. “How many cocks have you had lately?” You weren’t sure how to respond to that, even if you could. You’ve had such few serious relationships and was never inspired to have a wild streak. It wasn’t like you enjoyed partying. If anything, you were lacking in experience. He removed the belt, expecting your answer. Okay, then, Jeongguk.   “Are you jealous of the thought?” you asked, shifting the conversation on purpose. “I bet you think your age excuses your immaturity.”     The muscles in his jaw bounced when he clenched his teeth, “So what if it is jealousy?” He roamed his hands down the front of your shirt, fingers barely grazing you when he reached the hem. You sucked in a breath when he curled the fabric in his fist and pulled it up to your neck, your chest heaving as the adrenaline rushed through you. Embarrassment and excitement mixed into an intoxicating cocktail, feeling his large hands immediately fall to your breasts, impatiently pushing your bra up, and exposing you to the hunger of his gaze. You were quick to close your eyes against his scrutiny, knowing that under the harsh rays of sunlight, that he could see you perfectly.     “Would you let just anyone do this to you?” Jeongguk husked, as he took in the way your skin burned pink – your breaths coming out shakily. The worst of the matter was the fact that you weren’t looking at him. He brought his fingers down in a quick descent, slapping a peaked nipple – the impact abrupt, and sharp. You cried out in surprise, startled by the sound more than the sting. He licked at his deep red lips, “Answer me.” Your response was almost immediate, “N-No, I wouldn’t…although, a guy usually wouldn’t think of cuffing a woman to a tree just to touch her.”   He tilted his head at you, the briefest of smirks tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I suppose you’re right, however, usually a woman wouldn’t be so complacent about it. What does that say about you, noona?” “It says that I must want this…” you breathed, the confession stopped short when Jeongguk leaned down the rest of the way. Placing his left hand at the base of your throat, he held you very still and slowly brushed his lips over yours, savoring his first taste of you. It was enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. It’d only taken a moment for the spell to be broken, for that gentle pressure to turn into something needier as a consequence. The pressure of his mouth was bruising, as he licked past your lips, deepening the kiss. He pressed himself more firmly against you, bare sensitive skin meeting the cotton of his dark shirt. His other hand started kneading at your back, your hips, and down to your ass – possessively digging his fingers in between the flesh of your cheeks to bring you even closer. You hummed against him, sucking greedily each time his tongue entered your mouth, pressing yourself further into his touch, giving into him completely. Jeongguk was the first to part from the kiss, eager to take in your flushed expression when the hand on your neck grew tight. He shoved his other hand beneath your shorts, the button popping open, and the zipper trailing down from the force of it. “Let’s see how wet you are for me,” he teased, as he started palming you through the flimsy cotton of your panties, where you were sure to be a soaking mess. Two of his fingers dug the material into you as he rubbed at, and parted your slick folds. “Wait, that’s really…” It was really embarrassing, despite your bravado from just moments ago. “It’s really what?” Jeongguk taunted, more than asked, pressing his long fingers in circles over your throbbing clit. You dropped your head to his shoulder with a gasp – hands itching to hold onto him for dear life, but with the cuffs it was futile. He offered you an adverb, the amusement practically dripping in voice, “Filthy?” You quietly shook your head, agreeing with him. He snickered, tone condescending, “Don’t you understand how men work?” “Do you?” you challenged, the ache in the pit of your stomach had just started to subside, when he stopped ministrations short. “You’re still just a boy.” He stepped back, no longer a support for your head – the fingers at your throat gone to instead busy themselves with removing your shorts. He hooked his fingers into the cotton of your panties, pulling them down past your thighs. You could feel the sticky, wet strings of arousal following the movement, the tender skin of your inner thighs covered in it, you were such a mess.             You expected him to be more offended by your rebuttal. You’d even thought he’d perhaps consider your words as a partial truth, until his dark eyes narrowed at you. He was holding your panties into a tight fist, leaving you captive within his gaze as he slowly brought the soiled fabric up to his nose, and filled his lungs with deep, exaggerated inhales. It was worse than anything he could have said in response – it was both humiliating and arousing at the same time. You wanted to hide from the sheer mortification of it.  “Look here, noona,” he said, showing you the crotch of the material. It was covered in thick webs of clear arousal. You steadied your eyes on it, hearing him chuckle darkly, “Good. Now watch me.” He touched the mess with his tongue, a soft groan escaping the back of his throat. He tugged at the cotton with his teeth, sucking lewdly at your juices – tasting you as a new form of torture.   You were shook by it, tired arms trembling from above your head at the intensity of his heated gaze. It was enough to scorch you from where he stood. This new side of Jeongguk that you were currently being subjected to was a very, very dangerous thing you realized. It was no different from playing with fire and you were practically begging to get burned.   “I’m not surprised that you would smell and taste so good,” he said, dropping the panties from his fingers onto the ground of the forest. “Sometimes I could smell you. Very faintly. It used to drive me insane. I’d have to excuse myself, so that I could lock myself in a stall, burying my teeth into my lip just to keep quiet, while I got off.” You felt your stomach swoop with each word, the ache in your stomach growing more acute. Jeongguk was back to being in your space, intent on learning your body by reaction. The light graze of his fingertips against the inside of your thighs drew closer to where you needed it the most, before his touch was gone. He was acting as though he had all the time in the world to play with you.   “Jeongguk…” You hadn’t even recognized your own voice pleading for him. “I need your hands on me. Please.” “Really? That wasn’t the impression I got from you lately,” he said, while tugging you so that the cuffs moved further down the branch. Your feet could now touch the ground more comfortably. It was also less of a strain on your wrists. You sighed in relief, when he placed his hand between your thighs fast and suddenly, cupping you within his fingers more roughly this time. A hand at the back of your neck kept you from looking away from him. You moaned, choosing to close your eyes instead, as your legs clamped around his arm, “Ah, fuck...” He leaned in so that he could speak against your ear, “Oh, I am going to fuck you.” Your body proceeded to shake with chills, as he mouthed at your skin with each word, “By the time I’m through with this tight little cunt, you’re going to know exactly who you belong to.” He tapped his fingers hard against your clit in rapid succession, finding the bite of pain to also be pleasurable, as your entire body jolted from the stimulation. It was thrilling and terrifying. It was absolutely amazing. “How long has it been for you, noona?” he asked, bringing your head back by his grip on your neck. “Open your eyes and look at me. I won’t tell you again.” You did as you were told, a soft cry escaping when his palm came down one last time, the contact sharp and wet from your accumulated arousal. The question had purpose, as he teased a finger at your entrance, rubbing over it until you felt frustrated, needing to be filled. “Kookie, I swear…” He finally curled his finger into you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips, “Is this what you wanted? Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, enticed by the resistance he was met with, despite how wet you already were. He was quick to add in another long digit, pumping them in and out of you slowly. You felt his words caress the shell of your ear, “I can’t wait to feel you squeezing around my cock. You already feel so fucking good…” You wanted to die on the spot – trembling from head to toe, as the pleasure started to coil in your stomach like a spring. A third finger joined the others, noisily – stretching you open for what was soon to come. You pulled at the cuffs when he ground the heel of his palm in circles against your clit, throwing your head back in bliss. It was difficult to ignore the fact that you were outside, where at any given moment someone could walk by, a member or one of the staff, which only made the situation hotter at this point.   If Jeongguk was at all apprehensive about being caught, he didn’t show it. No – he was far too busy with sucking marks into the soft skin along your neck. The sharp pinch of his teeth had you gasping helplessly, stuck between scrunching your shoulders and not wanting to escape it. The firm, wet repetition of his tongue swirling over each bruise pushed you so close to the edge. You rocked your hips into his working hand, crying out the moment he closed his mouth over an erect nipple, lavishing the sensitive bud with the hot sweep of his tongue. He was able to feel the beginnings of your orgasm. You hadn’t bothered with giving him a heads up, other than the natural fluttering of your walls around his fingers. It was becoming more frequent, as the pleasurable chills, and quakes claimed your body. You were growing louder. The hand at the back of your neck moved into your hair, where he wound the strands around his fist, and tugged on them in warning. One that you’d failed to heed, as you continued getting lost in the skilled fingers buried deep inside you – Jeongguk’s sinful mouth consuming you in its heat. It was too much, too soon. “No you don’t,” he spoke low into your skin, laughing somewhat cruelly when he withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you to clench around nothing. You could have sobbed, as you were now so empty, and annoyed with him. You raised your head at him weakly, ready to fix him with the best glare you could manage, when you noticed something…alarming. Namjoon. The rapper stood there, as still as stone, and at a complete loss when he stared at you then. He was still trying to process what he’d just witnessed. Usually, he liked to pick apart and dissect information logically; male, female, basic anatomy, pheromones, endorphins, sexual congress – the nine, which had all made sense, up until he reached the group’s maknae and one of the company’s stylist. The same stylist that he, himself had taken an interest in.  Namjoon had been watching long enough to feel his cock stir within the confines of his jeans. Jeongguk’s control wasn’t misplaced throughout the whole ordeal, and under different circumstances, perhaps he would have commended the younger for it. The blonde had been stopped dead in his tracks the moment he’d spotted them, thinking that the scenario was nothing more than a prank, and was getting ready to pull the key to cuffs out from his pocket. That was until he’d noticed that the woman he’d practically been pining over was utterly exposed right before him, naked and writhing in bliss at the hands of the youngest member. The small gasps and moans slipping past her abused lips was enough make his dick swell almost guiltily in response. He swallowed at the lump in his throat, trying to find the will to turn around and leave, pretending that he hadn’t seen anything, but he was unable to look away. Then your eyes met, successfully stopping his heart from giving its next beat. Jeongguk followed the line of her stunned gaze to find his hyung frozen there. A deceptive smile spread across the younger’s handsome face, as he neared Namjoon, “Look who found us.” You tried turning away with what little movement you were afforded, skin flushed a deep red as you attempted to escape from the leader’s view. Jeongguk’s body was no longer shielding you from it, when he placed a hand against Namjoon’s chest, asking you, “Would you like it if hyung joined us?” He lowered his eyes to the unmistakable outline of Namjoon’s hard cock, voice laced with amusement, “I’m sure he’d be very appreciative if you took care of his problem for him.” “I want to help,” you said, throwing away all inhibitions. Fuck it – you were already caught. It’d been obvious to you in the past that Namjoon had formed a small crush on you. Aside from that, you found him to be woefully attractive and this opportunity probably wouldn’t happen twice. “See? She can handle it for you, hyung,” Jeongguk said cheekily, before the smile on his face disappeared into something more sinister. The leader ignored the chill that crawled up his spine at that, opting to lean against the tree behind him. The weight of Jeongguk’s body followed, when he started kneading at the elder’s cock through his jeans. A quick breath left Namjoon’s lungs, “Jeongguk, the fuck…” He visibly shuddered at the way he was being managed with a questionable amount of sexual knowhow on Jeongguk’s end. He closed his eyes at the feel of the younger’s tongue pushing at his lips, immediately granting him access. Namjoon drew him in closer by his hips, holding Jeongguk flush against his frame, crushing the hand working between their bodies in the process. The rapper groaned throatily at the sharp nip of Jeongguk’s teeth, when he parted with a short laugh, “I didn’t think it would be so easy getting you off, hyung.” He then looked over his shoulder at you, taking note of how your legs were closed tightly, skin burning a deep red. You were turned on by the sight of them. Jeongguk drew away from the leader to approach you, eyes narrowed hot and accusatory, “I want to fuck you, while you’re sucking him off.” Your lashes fluttered against the feel of him nuzzling the tip of his nose into the side of your neck. “Even while his cock is down your throat, you’re going to learn that you’re mine, and that you belong to me.” You squeaked when Jeongguk scooped you up over his shoulder, helping the cuffs move down, until they were off the branch. Namjoon stepped closer, unable to deny the fact that he wanted you in any which way he could have you, even if it would be on the receiving end of a blowjob. He removed his coat and laid it out on the ground, where the younger placed you carefully. Namjoon could see the marks and bruises along your skin, signs of the maknae’s claim all over you – taking interest in the belt around your neck. He decided to keep you in cuffs for a bit longer, “If you want the keys, then you’ll have to work for them.” Admittedly, a part of Namjoon felt bitter about having lost out to Jeongguk, and he didn’t want to be particularly sweet towards you. He lowered himself onto the ground, spreading his legs wide to give you ample space.   You were guided onto your knees by a forceful hand on your hip. “Look at you,” Jeongguk said lowly, so very fixated on how you started crawling your way towards Namjoon. He pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it unceremoniously. His throat felt dry, the air thick with tension, as he adjusted himself behind you. Being this close, the scent of your arousal was heady, and it took effort on his part not to hold you down and fuck you right then and there.   The rapper lifted his hips when you worked on getting his pants open, allowing you to pull them from off his hips, his briefs down far enough to free his aching cock. You stared wide-eyed at how big he was, curved up against his stomach, the head already swollen, and leaking with precum.   Jeongguk stared at Namjoon, “This is what you wanted, right, hyung?” The maknae enjoyed the psychological aspect of it, receiving a pointed glare from the rapper. He tacked on a warning for no other reason than to stay in control, “Be sure to mind your hands.” Jeongguk knew full well that under such circumstances, one might be tempted to grab her by the hair, and force her down. He smoothed his hands over your hips and to your backside, spreading you wide with each possessive touch. The apex between your thighs was a tantalizing pink and glistening with arousal, waiting to be devoured. He buried his nose against you abruptly, short nails digging into your skin when you startled, unable to escape even if you’d wanted to. The cool breath of his laugh caused you to tense visibly with anticipation.   You tried focusing on the very hot, very hard Namjoon instead of your insecurities, grabbing him at the base of his cock, and bringing him to your mouth to give an experimental flick of your tongue. The muscle in his thigh bounced, both hands curled into fists at his sides in order to behave himself. You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the salt, and sweat on his skin. The slicker you made him the easier it was to glide your fist over him, taking care of what your mouth wasn’t able to fit. Jeongguk had only allowed you to live for but a moment, giving you enough time to concentrate on Namjoon, and find a rhythm, when he’d closed his mouth down tightly, sucking greedily at your sensitive flesh. He teased back and forth over your clit with the point of his tongue, relentless in his assault. You moaned around Namjoon’s cock, the vibrations carrying throughout the leader’s body in a pleasurable hum. Namjoon swore low, “Fuck…” You relaxed your throat for him, taking him in deeper, cheeks hollowed tightly. “You’re so good at that…”   He wouldn’t touch you, as per Jeongguk’s warning. This had only made the act more exhilarating, as he tried finding inventive ways to maintain control. The belt around your neck would serve a purpose, as he grabbed at the end of it, curling the leather around his fingers to give a sharp tug. You stabled a hand on his leg when he’d offered it, meeting the heavy stare he’d fixed on you then, and felt herself pulse with need – Jeongguk’s mouth soothing over the ache you’d felt at your core. The firm hands on your hips kept you completely still, as he continued devastating you with the press of his tongue, delving the velvety muscle past your entrance, and fucking into you repeatedly. Another tug on the belt inched you further down onto Namjoon’s cock, slurping at the excess saliva and precum coating him. It would be easy to send him over the edge, as you rolled your wrist in a way that made his hips buck up slightly, being careful as to not choke you. The guttural moan that escaped the leader was enough to even affect Jeongguk. The maknae hissed low, willing himself to pull away long enough to trail the zipper of his jeans down over his cock, relieving some of the pressure. He pulled himself from his fitted briefs, stroking over his length a couple times. This hadn’t been part of his agenda and therefore, he was under prepared, not carrying around his wallet that held his condoms. “I know it’s difficult to answer me while your mouth is full, but how badly do you want me, noona?” he asked, hips coming forward to thrust his cock between your drenched folds, getting himself soaked with your juices. He gauged your reaction, carefully, “Mm? Enough to let me fuck you without a condom on? Bad enough to let me cum inside you?” “Jesus, Guk,” Namjoon gasped, tightening his hand on the belt. You tried your best to respond to him with a simple ‘mhm’, when you felt Jeongguk’s fingers gripping your hair by the roots, yanking you off of the rapper’s cock. He pressed his mouth against your, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear, “Answer me if you understand.” You nodded weakly, your heart about ready to pound out of your chest. “I understand.” He chuckled, breathily, “Good.” The rapper’s mouth parted into a broken moan when you leaned down to continue taking him into the warmth of your mouth, lips popping each time you pulled off of him. Namjoon’s eyes flickered up to the maknae’s, watching as a dark expression passed over his normally soft features. This was a new side of Jeongguk that he wasn’t familiar with. After today, it would be difficult to see him the same way. Not that Namjoon minded it all that much. Jeongguk pressed himself at your entrance, the thick, bulbous head of his cock fitting nice and snug against you, before he started pushing in slowly. He watched as his length sank into your tight warmth, overwhelmed when your walls clenched around him. Bracing a hand on your hips, he slammed forward the rest of the way, sheathing himself inside of you completely. You cried out, despite how ready you’d been for it. You knew within that moment that you weren’t wholly prepared for how stretched apart and full you felt then. He allowed you time to adjust to his length, as he was bigger than what you were used to lately, given the fact that you’d been inactive for so long. Being under the control of two men was proving to be too much, as one tugged you to swallow them down, and the other started thrusting into you hard and unforgiving. It was difficult to focus on both, your legs trembling under the impact of Jeongguk’s hips meeting your ass. The breathy sounds he was making grew harsher, moaning through clenched teeth. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said, voice raw, as he looked to where you were connected, how your walls clung to him each time he withdrew slowly, before slamming back in. He repeated the action, sending you forward with each intrusion. “So good for me, taking my cock so well. Your greedy pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”   The strong muscles of his thighs had spread yours further apart, driving into you as deeply as he could go, and filling you to the hilt. You were dripping all over him when he began pounding into you. He exploited your spot when he found it, hitting it acutely from then on. You clenched around him tightly, your screams muffled by Namjoon’s cock. Jeongguk slid a hand around your front, teasing his long, skillful fingers in firm circles over your throbbing clit. You twisted your wrist up and down Namjoon’s slippery length, watching him suffer beneath your touch. A thin sheen of sweat coated his tanned skin, as his jaw set hard with pleasure. He shoved his shirt up over this chest, getting it out of the way of where he might spill. You could see his abdominal muscles tense up and contact as he neared his climax. You wanted everything that he had to give you, as you continued sucking around him eagerly. “Ah, hyung-nim. You look done for,” Jeongguk breathed, taking in the vulnerable and erotic sight of the leader on edge. He licked at his dry lips, “Maybe I’ll have a taste.” Namjoon visibly shuddered at the younger’s words, envisioning what it would be like to have the both of you mouthing at his cock. He once again pulled at the belt, letting you know that he was going to come soon. In a synchronized fashion that three people could ever hope to achieve, you’d found your rhythm, drifting into a symphony of moans, affirming the mutual state of bliss that was steadily roping you all in. It was Namjoon who’d been the first to let go, his urgent warnings turning into incoherent murmuring, as his mind was wiped blank, filling your mouth with hot, sticky release. You showed it to him, allowing his cum to slip past your swollen lips – your fist still pumping him, until he softened. With Namjoon no longer preoccupying your mouth, your sounds grew louder as Jeongguk turned ravenous, pistoning his cock into your sore pussy. The fingers on your clit matched the rough, incessant snapping of his hips. Soon your walls were fluttering around him like a pulse, sobbing as your orgasm tore throughout your body forcibly – the intense pleasure you felt leaving you tingling, and sated.     Spurred on at the feel of you unraveling beneath him, Jeongguk dug his nails into your skin, holding you down, as he pushed into you a few more times. Growling low, he came in a stream of expletives, as he milked himself into you. You winced at the sensation of liquid heat filling you up. He pressed his hips against the soft cheeks of your ass one last time, before he withdrew from you carefully. A thick rivulet of cum trailed from your gaping entrance when you’d finally relaxed enough to unclench. The maknae was half-tempted to fuck it back into you, as he spread you apart with his thumbs – satisfied with how deep inside it was, before releasing you. Namjoon was in a temporary state of a coma, and was slumped where he sat. Once his breathing had finally slowed, he went to pull his shirt back down over his stomach. Jeongguk’s voice stopped him mid-action, “Leave it.”     Namjoon swallowed, thickly, “Guk…” You felt Jeongguk’s fingers slip through your hair, pulling you closer to him for a kiss. He parted your lips with the insistent press of his tongue, drifting over teeth, and exploring the roof of your mouth. He was able to sample the salty remnants of the other man, humming at the back of his throat, and was almost reluctant to pull away from you. Dark eyelashes fluttered open, as Jeongguk set his eyes directly on Namjoon, “I think I’ll have that taste now, hyung.” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“And where the HELL were you?” Your fellow coworker demanded, throwing her hands up like she was about to take flight. “You’re lucky the first set of solo shots were cancelled. Although, it doesn’t change the fact that you had left me to fend for myself against this guy…” She pointed over her shoulder towards Taehyung, who was dancing wildly amongst a successful bonfire. “…and that guy,” she finished, pointing towards Jimin just in time for him to stroke his bangs back in a signature manner.   “I mean,” you started, trying not to wince as your body started to feel your recent activities. “This is how they usually are, no?” She sighed, exasperatedly, “Taehyung kept saying shit like, ‘I’m the reason the fire got lit, my body is why the fire got lit, and this night is gonna be lit.’ Then Jimin started dabbing and…wait, why do you look freshly fucked?” Namjoon ducked the raised eyebrows from the rest of his group, Jin being the more apparent one as to how much he disapproved. “You guys vanished in the middle of the game. We were worried sick.” Yoongi unfolded his arms, staring between the leader and the maknae, “Next time you two think it’s a good idea to abandon me during a game I didn’t even want to partake in – in the first place, you could try fucking yourselves first.” Namjoon shook his head at the irony, “Fuck, man…” Jeongguk moved as quietly as a phantom, slipping past the critics, until he was standing beside you. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was already beginning to set, while the orange flames of the bonfire glowed dimly. With the dark saturating your surroundings, he slipped his arms around your waist, and pressed his chest against you. A soft kiss at the back of your neck caused you to grow tense with worry. Someone might see you, although no one was paying any attention. His warm breath tickled your skin when he spoke, “Be with me, so that I can stop being like this.” If it hadn’t been for his arms, you were sure your knees would have given out by now. You decided to tease him, “Oh, you mean straight up predatory and without a doubt bi-curious?” He laughed, however the amusement absent from his tone, “Time to give me a real answer, noona.” “Honestly? I didn’t know that you were capable of any of this…” There were no words for how duped you felt. “Also, you were manipulative.” “You mean how I scared off lesser men and fucked you, until you were in tears?” He felt satisfied with how your body shook with chills from just his words alone. “I want you and it isn’t going to get any easier from here. The question is if you want me?” It hadn’t taken you very long to answer him, as you sighed in defeat, “Yes.” Why had it felt like you’d just signed your soul on over to Satan himself? He whispered into your ear, “Good girl.” You shut your eyes. Playing in the woods during rabbit season, the day Jeongguk won at everything, even you.  --------------------------------

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