poor little thing, all dumb and innocent. how’d a soft thing like you end up in his neck of the woods, anyway? don’t you know it’s dangerous here? of course you don’t. you’ve got the survival instincts of a housebroken bunny. wouldn’t see danger if it had its blood-soaked fangs right in front of you, gnashing at the pulse at the base of your neck.

it’s a miracle he found you before you got too lost, clutching your little picnic basket so nervously as you realized the air was getting thicker, the woods getting darker. deep in the forest, where big bad wolves lie in wait, hungry for tender little things like you to come hopping and skipping into their dens. and yet, you didn’t scream when he stalked towards you out of the shadows. you didn’t tremble or whimper or run. you smiled, relieved, blinking those big doe eyes up at him as you politely asked for directions to the nearest cottage. you were awfully tired from walking such a long way with such a heavy basket, you’d love to rest for a while somewhere cozy and safe. he hardly registered the smell of the freshly baked goods you had to offer as a reward for his kindness, but his mouth watered at the prospect of such a sweet little thing practically placing your neck in his maw. you couldn’t be cuter if you had soft lop ears and a little cotton tail.

so he played along, fighting off his own predator instincts to chase and trap and kill. he spoke to you in his most human-like voice rather than a snarl, almost feeling pity for you. you’re a walking signal flare in these dangerous woods — red laces, red cloak, red ribbons in your hair. no one told you wolves weren’t just animals. you’re not running because you don’t know you should — not that you’d get very far. still, he has you right where he wants you, totally unaware that there were no more songbirds in the trees or cute fuzzy creatures to help keep you company on your journey. still unaware that your journey ended with him.

poor, dumb little thing. so unaware of anything when he lured you with sweet praises and promises to guide you to safety. to his credit, he does lead you to the nearest cottage, only it’s dark and empty and the residents have long been driven out by the carnivorous creature of the land that was tired of their fires and traps and pitchforks. you’d never do that to him — you don’t have one mean little bone in your body, do you? no, you can’t even think about fighting back when his own nature gets the better of him, and he’s shoving and snapping at you, pinning you to the nearest wall because he wants to claim his reward for being so patient and kind. and he feels so bad when his sharp claws scrape against your skin in his effort to paw your clothes off of you, all too excited to push your cloak to the side and tear your short skirt off so he can see what good little girls really have to hide from big bad wolves.

it makes his heart pound against his ribcage when you squeal, your thighs shaking as he digs his fingers into the meat just above the edge of your pretty stockings. that’s it, little red, now you’re getting it. are you starting to learn your lesson — the one about the wolf in sheep’s clothing? poor thing. it’s too late for that now. it was too late the minute you stepped foot in his woods.

“please, mr. wolf! i’ll do anything! j-just don’t eat me!” you cry when his hands reach around to your breasts, clawing your blouse and corset off. you whimper and writhe as his huge paw-like hands dwarf your ribcage where your poor little heart hammers like it’s going to break free.

“do you mean that, little red? anything?” he growls in your ear, his monstrous frame swallowing yours. the one consolation is that even in the cold, dark cottage, you feel warm against him. his body heat is exceptional, his skin coated in coarse, dark fur — sleek in some places and sparse in others, revealing sinewy muscles that make him seem that much more hulking compared to you. compared to anything. he’s the largest creature you’ve ever seen, even as he lumbers and slouches on two legs, like he’s resisting the urge to drop onto all fours and pounce.

“y-yes, mhm! anything!” you repeat, shrieking in terror as his fangs start to close in around your neck. he stops just before they puncture your delicate skin, but he can feel the warmth of the blood flowing through your veins just beneath the surface. he can smell you. you smell like baked treats and flowers and wool, nothing like the scraps of animal flesh he’s used to feeding on. you’re warm, lively and tender. you hold so still while he debates whether or not he should maul you, pulse point thrumming between his teeth. he knows they could rip through you like butter and you’d bleed so prettily all over his maw. he’s so tempted.

but he groans deep in his chest as he squeezes your soft body with his fingers, leaving indentations where his claws stab at you. his big cock stirs in what little scraps still hang around his frame after shifting, his human and animal instincts merging, telling him to appreciate your pretty body for what it is and mate.

you cry and tremble when he throws you onto the hard floor, just a few feet from where your pretty picnic basket lies broken, muffins and bread scattered and forgotten. there’s no time to scream, no time to claw and beg when he descends on you, covering your little frame with his huge body.

“stay down, little red.” he growls, already rutting the thick imprint of his cock against your ass. “stay still, let mr. wolf take care of you.”

you don’t dream of moving, nodding dumbly when his hands find your hips and position you just right, with your upper body flat and your ass lifted so high in the air that your knees are just barely grazing the floor. you hear more fabric tear, then feel something pushing right up against you — something rounded, warm, and leaking. it nudges against your clit, making you twitch and whine, then goes back to smearing the sticky substance against your entrance, pushing and stretching and opening you up on it. the gasp and squeak you let out are completely drowned out by the noise he makes in your ear, hunched over you, breathing you in, tongue nearly hanging out next to your face. it feels big, keeping you stretched on the widest part of it as it keeps leaking heavy amounts of that warm liquid into you. you’d cry in disgust if it didn’t start to feel so good, having your insides warmed and stuffed, lubed for the rest of his fat cock to slide into you inch by inch. you don’t know what’s come over you, but you can feel yourself burning up. it shouldn’t feel this good, having something so huge inside you, but it makes you pant and whine regardless.

more raucous sounds escape the wolf, whose dark eyes have turned into a lighter color, almost like gold as they roll back in pleasure. he’s almost at the hilt, and you’re nonverbal now as it fills you completely. your thighs are stretched wide to accommodate his size, sticky wetness coating your skin each time he pulls out and delivers another hard thrust.

“you like it, little red? like getting bred by wolf cock?”

you can barely make out his words but you nod anyway, letting out a high-pitched uh-huh! before his fangs can come any closer to your face to repeat himself. did he say bred? you aren’t sure, but it doesn’t really matter. whatever he’s doing to you, you do like it. the thick veins and ridges running along his red cock rub your poor sensitive walls in the best way, massaging them as a sort of treatment for the burning, aching stretch. and he’s so heavy inside you, the weight making his bulging cockhead rub and nudge against a spot that makes you twitch in his hold. your eyes roll back, your own tongue lolling out as you go completely limp.

“yeah, knew you would. i can smell it— fertile little thing.”

you don’t really process one of his large hands lifting you up by the hood of your cloak, but soon you’re kept practically held in the air as his big tongue slides into your mouth, filling it up as you choke and moan. each one of his hard thrusts makes you drool around it, but you don’t care. you can hear the slick coming from between your legs, can hear the uh, uh, uh’s coming out of your mouth each time he bottoms out and the swollen tip of his cock leaks more warm stickiness inside you. your insides are coated in it, whatever it is, but you can’t get enough. it makes you all tingly and feverish and so, so wet. you can’t keep up as your open mouth gets explored by his big tongue, spit smeared across your face as you suck on his tongue helplessly. you don’t know why it feels so good to have your mouth and insides full at the same time, but it makes you feel warmer and safer than any cottage in the woods ever has.

you jolt when the big hand holding your hips slides down to your front, pressing on the bulge in your tummy that appears rhythmically with each thrust. you cry out, writhing and squirming and he pushes that sweet spot inside you more firmly against his pulsing cock. you’re sweating, burning from the inside out as you climb closer and closer to the edge of something — you’re not sure what, but you feel like you’re gonna break.

“mmm—mr. wolf, i’m gonna— hah! feels—t-too much!”

“i know, little red. the big bad wolf is so mean for making you take it like this.” he coos in that half-growl, and you’re too dumb to realize that he’s mocking you. he is mean. so, so mean and scary. you’re being choked by your own pretty little cloak, you’re so lightheaded, and your poor insides are being battered by his fat cock. you’re so close to that—something, but you have to look past the pain that lingers deep inside to get there. you’re desperate for it, burning up all over as you whine and cry. “but you’re almost there, red. just a little more, then you’ll be taking mr. wolf’s big knot.”

the rush comes faster than you can prepare for, your body feeling tense and limp all at once as you cum on his length once he’s buried to the hilt inside you. you can’t stop the squeaky and shattered noises you make before they claw their way out of your open mouth, or the way you clamp down around him as he fucks you through it. he lets out a raucous growl, finally dropping your poor little body back down onto the floor as he grips both of your hips tightly for leverage and pounds into you harder. you can’t really tell, because your vision is beginning to get a little spotty and your hearing is muffled, but you think he’s growling something fierce as he grips you tightly and slows his movements, each thrust hitting as deep as your insides will allow and stretching your opening wide around his base. you claw the floor beneath you, whining and panting, wondering if you’re losing your hold on reality or if he’s getting… bigger.

“feel it—fuck, red— f-feel it swelling? ‘s getting too big for you now.”

you can’t respond, can’t think. you can’t even really let out any noise anymore, except for gasps of air that make your body shake. you feel yourself opening up so much wider than you’re supposed to as he pushes his knot in until he’s pressed flush against you, your hole finally squeezing around where the base of his cock meets his pelvis, keeping him locked inside you. his hairy balls hang heavy and full against your twitchy clit, but you can’t move to get any friction, pitifully stuck in place with him between your legs.

his claws leave deep scratch marks on the floor on either side of your trembling body. deep groans and growls escape his chest as his climax hits him, prolonged by your silky walls spasming around his fat, veiny knot. he can feel his sensitive cockhead buried deep, still causing that bulge in your tummy as it pulses and spills his hot cum inside you. he stares down at your tiny, shaky body, watching you twitch and tense up each time a hot rope of cum shoots against your cervix— you squeak like a mauled bunny once, twice, then you’re creaming all over his cock again.

the sound he makes in deep appreciation is completely animal, thunderous and wild as it shakes the frame of the cottage. he hears nearby birds leave their nests in the trees outside, and all the cute furry rodents burrow deep into their dens to escape the big bad wolf, not knowing that he’s already found and claimed his prey.

“that’s it, little red, cum on my knot,” he growls, placing his large, warm paws on your hips to soothe you. he leans into the electric feeling of his climax, pleasure still coursing through his veins and making him drool. you’re no better, your eyes completely lost and your sweet little tongue poking out as you moan and pant, your flushed face still covered in spit. “gonna be like this for a while, so cum as much as you need to, then you can rest.”

his knot will deflate in thirty minutes or so, maybe an hour if you keep squeezing him like that, but he’s in no rush. he’ll ride out his high with you quivering on his cock, then he’ll head for your quaint little village across the woods to snuff out whatever search party they’ll be gathering to look for you. he’ll slaughter their livestock, bend their pitchforks, and use their own torches to burn their cottages to the ground. then he’ll have you and the woods to himself, finally.

he licks his lips just thinking about it, biting back a low howl as you twitch and squeak and clamp down on him again.

God, you were lucky that you were pretty, because you certainly weren't smart or slick. Daichi knew college kids were stupid, always doing risky stuff for the hell of it, but really? You were too drunk to walk in a straight line, let alone to be behind the wheel of a vehicle. 

He couldn't help but feel the pang of interest he felt when he got a good look at you after pulling you over. With the way you were driving, he was certain you'd be a blind old lady, but no. Just a college cutie. Damn it, it was hard to be stern with those. 

"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked, trite words second nature to him by now. 

If you googled the definition of the word "wasted," your face in that moment would be the illustration accompanying it. 

Your face was red and warmed, no doubt tinted by all the cheap liquor you threw back at whatever frat party you came from. Eyes lazy and half-lidded. Hiccups and inconsolable giggles.

"No," you said, drunken euphoria flooding through your system. "I'm sorry, Mr. Problem, is there an officer?"

"Jesus Christ."

Daichi pinched the bridge of his nose, not entirely sure what to do with you. On one hand, it was his job to take you into the station, take your name down, and rat on you to your parents. Maybe scare you straight with a few nights in a holding cell.

On the other, well, you were a sweet little thing. Drunk and stupid as you may have been, he didn't have the heart to haul you away like a criminal. Girls with pretty faces aren't meant for life behind bars, even if only for a couple of hours. 

"C'mon, let's get you out of here. Step out of the vehicle, please," he ordered weakly, still conflicted. 

You complied, of course, stepping out and stumbling, falling forward. He caught you, letting you hold onto his forearms during your spell of dizziness. 

You stayed in his arms, drunkenly fiddling with the walkie talkie strapped to his shirt while you prattled off whined and pleas.

"Am I in trouble?" you asked while running a hand over his arms. "You're not gonna be a 'cop' about this whole thing, are you?"

He held back a snort, peering down at you. He made no effort to get you off of him, in fact, he rather liked the way you were feeling up on him. His nightly patrol was getting a little boring, and he usually had to deal with violent, dumb-as-hell college guys who drove drunk.

Cute, touchy, drunk, dumb-as-hell college girls were the easier route by far.

"Kinda my job, hon," he replied, struggling to keep a stern tone. "How much did you have to drink tonight?"

"Nothing, I swear," you slurred, shaking your head at him in defense. "Totally sober! Promise!"

Bullshit.

"Yeah, right. 'Nothing' meaning every drink handed to you, I assume?"

"Okay, maybe, but I can drive fine!"

"You almost swerved into a tree earlier," he deadpanned, placing his hands on your shoulders with an unamused look. 

You giggled right in his face, pressing your warm face against his chest. 

"You're funny."

What the hell was he supposed to do with you now?!

Once he clicked his bodycam off, he knew he was going to give in. He was only a man, and men are weak. Something about you, how easily the situation was playing out— it was too tempting. It almost felt like a set-up, or maybe that was just his guilt and paranoia acting up.

He wasn't alone in this, his buddies in the force pulled sly shit like this all the time. No harm, no foul, right? You get off scot-free and he gets a little something in return. 

Everyone's happy. 

You definitely sounded happy, squeals and moans falling from your mouth while he bent you over the hood of your car. 

He knew he was wrong for this. He didn't care. It was dark out, chances of someone catching him low. Besides, it was hard to focus on anything other than the wet, warm hole clenching over him. 

"Lower your volume," he warned, pace unsteady and sharp. The hand he had wrapped over one of your thighs tightened its grip, warning you. "You want someone to see you like this?"

He could see the back of your head shake 'no,' and could hear your moans start to muffle themselves with a bite of your bottom lip. 

"Awh, didn't mean t'shut you up," his voice was softer, hand running over your hip apologetically. "Lemme hear you, jus' don't get too loud."

He was already sloppy with how he was fucking you, but when he heard the pathetic cry that you let out, his body was inconsolable. He wasn't in control anymore, he just let himself be led by pure lust. 

He pressed a shaking hand on your lower back, deepening your arch for him. He bullied your cervix's tip, acutely aware of how sensitive it was. This was far deeper than any guy had ever reached for you, way deeper. 

Tomura has you damn near on your stomach under him, your hips only held up a few inches by your sore knees and trembling thighs to take every mean inch of his cock. He’s got you completely pinned down under his body weight and strength, his hands fisting in the sheets on either side of yours and his knees planted firmly outside of yours. There’s no running, no squirming, nothing except taking.

Fucked-out moans are punched from your lips as he delivers brutal thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass until the skin is stinging and red. Growls leave his throat with each rough pump, echoing in your head as his lips brush against your ear.

“Shut up- ngh!” He growls lowly, grinding hard into your cervix.

You squeal blissfully, subconsciously tugging at the leash still wrapped short around your fist. Tomura whimpers lowly as he’s yanked down closer by the collar around his throat, his sweaty chest pressing right up against your hot back. His thrusts never stop even as you pull and tug his leash, continuing to deliver mind-shattering thrusts.

“Fuckin’ hate it w-when you do that- hah-.” He groans in your ear, his nails tearing new holes in the sheets as he remembers how mad you got him. “Little brat- you’re m-mine- ngh!”

Drool drips from the corners of your mouth as he rails you so good, your eyes rolling back dumbly and a fucked-out little grin spreading on your face. “Mm!- ‘M y-yours- ah!- h-harder, Tomu’!”

“Harder?” He grits, but he obeys immediately, his hips pistoning so hard you feel your brain rattling in your head. “You w-want it harder? Huh? Ah!- Meaner?”

You nod stupidly, moaning so fucking loud it makes his ears twitch atop his head. Tomura snarls roughly, tongue running over his sharp canine teeth as drool pools in his mouth. Even if he’s pissed off, he can’t deny how good your sloppy little pussy feels.

One hand lets go of the sheets to slide under your hips, rough fingers immediately finding your clit to rub mean circles into it. You clamp down and squeal again, coaxing more sticky precum to leak out and paint your insides with his essence. Tomura’s tail twitches in delight as you writhe under him, hips rolling back into his thrusts and down against his fingers as you chase your orgasm.

Drawing your wet bottom lip between your teeth, you reach up with your free hand to grab at his strong wrist just for something to hold. He puts his hand over yours almost immediately, interlocking your fingers while he crushes your palm against the sheets. Your other hand trembles as you tug at his leash, jerking you both as you bounce under him with each thrust.

Abandoning your clit for just a moment, Tomura’s fingers run further down to where he’s pounding you on his dick. He growls again and you whimper as his fingers prod around your slippery hole, feeling exactly how much your pussy has to stretch just to fit him inside.

“M-messy girl, huh?” His cock throbs at the way his fingers can feel the way you clench at his voice. “Ngh!- Y’like makin’ me a-angry?”

You nod shamelessly now, your voice pitching up higher and higher as you get closer and closer. “Y-yeah- yes!- MM!- p-please- make m-me cum, Tomura- ah!”

He snarls as he immediately obeys your request, his fingers trailing back up to rub vigorously at your clit. You seize under him, your voice cracking and breaking as you cum hard on his dick. Eyes rolling back in bliss, your hand gives another mean yank to his leash, the collar tightening a bit around his throat as you keep him smushed up against you.

Tomura keeps pounding you through it, not stopping or slowing down even a little bit. In fact, he gets rougher as you clamp down on his cock. His moans and groans pitch lower as he gets close to his own orgasm, dropping to real growls that you feel vibrate in his chest. It sends shivers down your spine, your eyes watering quickly as your bliss quickly stumbles into overstimulation.

“NGH!- T-T-Tomura-!” You whine brokenly, squirming under him now as he keeps pinching and rubbing at your swollen clit.

A harsh snarl rumbles in your ear, and it makes your heart stutter as much as it makes you gush around him. It seems he’s past the point of taking commands, his hips thrusting wildly and his fingers unforgiving, like he’s punishing you with another orgasm.

You give his leash a real tug this time, pulling him so close you can slip your fingers under his collar. Usually you would use it as a handle to control him, but now it’s reduced to just another way to hang on for dear life. A low chuckle rumbles in your ear, rough and slightly crazed as his thrusts turn erratic.

“Y-you did this- ah!- So t-take it-.” Oh, you could think of a few punishments of your own for how fucking cocky and disobedient he’s being…but you can’t deny you love it when he gets like this.

Whining brokenly, you drop your messy face down into the pillow, moaning and crying and drooling into the plush surface while he ruts into you like some wild animal. Hand squeezing yours so hard it almost snaps your damn bones, Tomura groans roughly as he gets closer and closer.

“Ngh!- gimme o-one more-.” He demands in your ear, as if you have a choice. “‘Nd I’ll p-put a- hah!- little m-mutt in ya-.”

God, he’s lost it. Putting a ‘mutt’ in you? The thought has you teetering on yet another orgasm, one that has your mind spinning and your eyes seeing stars. Tomura notices, of course, and his cock throbs heavy at the way you cry.

He gives a few more hard, devastating, thrusts before those sharp canine teeth sink deep into the skin between your neck and shoulder. A shriek leaves your lips at the sudden pain, but your voice breaks as your orgasm hits you like a bus. You cum hard on him again, which is only intensified by the feeling of his warm ropes of cum shooting deep inside you.

Tomura growls against your skin as he cums, licking and drinking up your blood while he fucks his thick cum into your womb. There’s so much of it that his balls are throbbing by the end, empty and sore from pumping you so full.

The tiny jerks of his hips come to a stop when your body goes limp under his, exhausted and sated and carrying a heavy load. He collapses on top of you, carefully pulling his teeth away and lapping up the blood that continues beading on the surface. Meanwhile, you’re completely gone, your ears ringing and your body nearly numb besides the ache from his bite.

Sniffling shakily, you give a pitiful tug to his collar that barely moves him an inch. “B-…bad…p-puppy…”

Tomura gives a little ‘tch’ at the reprimand, but his tail tucks and his ears automatically fold back as if ashamed. He gently pulls your hand off his collar and presses a little kiss to the back of your hand despite your grumbling. Moving his hand up from your clit, he cups your lower tummy, right where his huge load of cum sits inside you.