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♡ Pairing: Wolf hybrids MATZ x bunny reader
♡ Genre: smut, hybrids!Au
♡ Word Count: 10.6k
♡ Summary: Debts must always be repaid, even if they are not your own, and you will learn this cruel lesson from your own bitter sweet experience. Or where innocent bunnies are the most delicious dessert for the big bad wolf 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑℑ
♡ WARNING: Unprotected sex, Mommy/Alpha! Seonghwa, Daddy/Alpha! Hongjoong, Omega/Bunny! Reader, оral knotting, stomach bulge, vaginal knotting, breeding, fingering, choking, degrading, pet names, spit kink, size kink, face fucking, hair pulling, manhandling, threesomes, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, oral, cum eating, overstimulation and more.
Ever since you were born, your mother has always said to you, "Good bunnies should be submissive and grateful; they shouldn't cause any problems," and you have always followed her words with an exceptional level of obedience.
Responsive, soft, and gentle, you were the perfect embodiment of all the best qualities of your breed. You were the best bunny in the litter, something you were undoubtedly proud of and always justified with your perfect behaviour.
You were so tender, affectionate, and charming—the absolute image of a good girl. Always helpful, understanding, and ready to help in any situation. Despite the mocking nickname "Goody Two Shoes" given to you by the other bunnies on the farm, you were happy to be who you were.
"Good bunnies are obedient bunnies" was the simple truth of your entire life.
You bowed your head and bared your neck in respect, went to church on Sundays, helped breastfeed the younger bunnies in the nursery, studied hard, and, of course, had a clean and pure reputation.
It's not that you didn't have a clue what sex was. You'd gotten your fair share of heats, but unfortunately, you were too shy and indecisive to get laid with someone. You spent all of your heats in the company of a cute little glass dildo and a silver plug that was adorned with a shiny pink stone.
The obscene thoughts and pornographic images that filled your mind at the time always made you feel extremely ashamed. But what could you do when you were literally born to be a beautiful sex toy? It was a rather humiliating fact for your species, but all rabbits were something of a slut for a big fat cock. Their primitive reproductive instincts were stronger than any sense of decency they had.
From your point of view, this was the one and only blemish on your otherwise "saintly" image. A black mark on your spotless reputation. Your small guilty pleasure.
In everything else, you followed strict rules and remained a naive, obedient girl.
At the moment, the situation in which you found yourself was a traumatic one for your fragile, isolated mind, to say the least. On top of that, your heat was coming on relentlessly, and the growing excitement tingling beneath the surface of your skin was making it a hundred times worse. All the more so when it was being fuelled by the heavy, seductive pheromones emanating from the man sitting in front of you.
In all the time you'd been in this room, you hadn't even dared to look at him.
Torn between the deep-seated prey instinct that urges you to run and hide and the forbidden dark desire to submit to the dominant species, your mind goes haywire, causing almost physical pain.
It was a choice between fuck and death, and you were stuck in the middle. If you dared to turn your back on him, he wouldn't hesitate to rip your throat out with his teeth or rape you right there on the fluffy carpet, rough and animalistic.
In spite of the very real danger, the nymphomaniac half of your brain was happily imagining how nice it would be to feel the soft pile of the carpet against your skin as you were put on all fours and fucked senseless.
Embarrassing as it was to admit, bunnies weren't the smartest of creatures, more concerned with mating and satisfying an insatiable sex drive than anything else. Sometimes they lacked intelligence and common sense in situations where it was needed, and this was one of those times. So it was not surprising that you thought more about the carpet under your feet and the cock between your legs than the real and obvious threat to your fragile life.
All air and glass, too brittle and soft for this world; you were easily broken.
"Haven't they taught you any manners, pretty thing? Stop staring at the floor. I'll never believe he's more attractive than me, so lift your head up, bunny, and let me have a good look at your sweet face." The voice was deep and rich, with a kind of chocolate smoothness that glided over your skin like a forbidden caress.
The sensation was so clear and vivid that a pleasant warmth spread over your entire body with a gentle blush, and a tingling sensation began to tingle palpably in your lower abdomen.
You almost start to whimper in response, but you manage to suppress the humiliating sound deep in your throat and bite the inside of your cheek in pain.
His presence is so strong and commanding, so suffocating, that it feels like the whole world has frozen at his feet. The sensation burns you to the bone, and a primal, little-used instinct signals the impending danger, sending an icy shiver down the length of your spine.
The bunny's submissive nature can't help but react to such blatant dominance, and your body responds by sending out signals of submission, causing you to tilt your head slightly to the side to show him your gently exposed neck.
Your long ears flutter weakly at the sound of a velvety purr escaping the man's lips, and you let the muscles that are taut as silk ribbons relax a little, knowing he's accepted your gesture of submission.
"A good bunny is an obedient bunny," so as soon as the dynamic between you is cleared, you immediately follow the command he gave you earlier.
"I... I don't... Excuse me, sir." You stammer as you awkwardly try to formulate the right words and finally raise your head to look at the gorgeous man in front of you with the glassy stare of big, wide, open eyes.
"There you are, my cuddly little bunny. Such good manners, my pet. I wonder if you are always such a docile sugar thing, obediently following all instructions." He chuckles slightly, the mockery of it clearly audible in the soft sound. "Do you like what you see?" As if inviting a kiss, the tip of his pointed tongue flicks sensually across his voluptuous, plump lips. There is a flash of something in his seductive, languid gaze. A sense of knowledge. Feeling of power. Every move and every word were deliberate.
This was the beginning of the game between predator and prey. He seduced her only to tear her to pieces once she was in his clawed hands.
No one asked questions on your farm; you were always told what to do and how to answer. So his question, to put it mildly, has you confused, and you don't know what to say to him, or rather, what answer he expects from you.
The man before you is magnificent. The majestic face is like that of a fierce beast of prey and an angel of death rolled into one. Warmth surged to your face at the mere sight of him and sank to the depths of your soul in the same moment. What could you say? Are you the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? Even that wouldn't have been enough.
A pair of pointed ears could be seen between silky black curls that twitched with interest at every sound. Silver fur that felt so soft to the touch. Not as soft as your own, perhaps, but that did not diminish the desire to be touched in any way. The same silver shimmered in the lazy movements of his thick tail.
He was half-reclining in a large leather chair, as if he were sitting on a royal throne. His long legs were spread wide and covered in a pair of designer jeans that drew attention to his crotch. The outline of a large, thick cock was clearly visible through the fabric.
At the mere sight of him, lust spills deep into your loins. The sweet voice of approaching heat sings happily in your head, "The perfect mate, just what you need. He'll destroy you, satiate you, and tie you up with his big fat knot." These thoughts were so sickening, but that's what you get for being a bunny.
You had to shake them off. Good girls don't think about dicks. Especially when their lives are literally on the brink of death.
Tattoo lines ran down the length of his slender neck. There was a small scar where the mating bite had taken place. His skin was uneven and swollen in places. It was as if teeth had sunk into him several times in a row, overlapping the bites.
But there was one detail in the whole of his stunning appearance that made your eyes widen in fear, and the space between his thighs filled with the liquid honey of desire.
Wool in all shades of brown and sand, harmoniously woven into a massive, voluminous fur coat. It didn't take a genius to figure out who he was, and your pheromone-fogged brain would only belatedly realise that you were in serious trouble. There was only one species that could afford to wear fur in such a provocative and shameless manner.
A wolf. And an Alpha at that.
The ultimate predator. He was cunning, stealthy, and tantalising when he wanted to be.
The moment of realisation hits you like a lightning bolt. A nervous shiver runs down your spine, and your hands start to shake as you crumple up the hem of your white skirt. You look a little ridiculous in your pretty white outfit—all frills and lace. It was your idea of a sweet outfit. But it looks naively childish, almost silly, compared to the Alpha's luxurious furs and designer clothes.
He's clearly amused by your nervousness. The corners of his luscious, perfectly sculpted lips curve into a mocking, devilish smile. The sharp tips of his fangs are revealed, and your pulse races.
You've heard many stories from other bunnies about how tempting predators can be to natural prey like you, like moths seduced by flames and such. But how could you, such a gentle and sweet girl, be attracted to this alpha standing before you?
The way you squeezed your thighs together clearly showed how excited you were. The Alpha sniffs at this and then laughs deeply and darkly.
"Ah, you obviously like what you see, don't you, little slut? It turns out the rumours were true; all bunnies are such whores for dick. I was under the impression that we had an innocent creature on our hands here. Mmm, that's a shame, sweetheart."
You open your mouth to object, but all you hear is a soft whimper that makes him laugh even harder. The sound practically vibrates against your heated skin, a deep shade of burgundy spilling over your chubby cheeks in a humiliating blush.
And yet, you're a very stupid bunny.
"I want to see more of that slutty nature, but we'll get back to that later, sweetheart. Now tell me, do you know what you're doing here, Fluffy?" You squirm under the intensity of his gaze. His eyes are dark and so predatory. There's a hunger in them that's hard to hide, and it makes your heart beat so fast that you can feel every beat in your ribs, and your legs start to tremble harder than ever, but underneath all that fear, there's something else.
The tugging feeling of arousal in your lower abdomen grows stronger by the second, drops of viscous mucus moisten the silky folds of your pussy, and your panties suddenly become very uncomfortable, clinging uncomfortably to your crotch.
A new wave of sweet, tempting pheromones fills the room, smothering you with delicious sweetness, responding to your actions. Your head begins to spin, a numb sensation of excitement crawling out from under your skin and spreading throughout your body until it spills over your chubby cheeks in a bright red blush.
It was too twisted for your fragile mind, and you were furious at the terror and bliss hidden beneath it, but the attraction was too strong to deny. But for silly, sweet bunnies, it was the world's biggest mistake to feel and react like that. You're supposed to be this calm and brave bunny, not trembling with lust under that hypnotic black gaze. And you certainly shouldn't have found this wolf to be so attractive and so sexy.
But some part of you had already surrendered to him before you were even aware of it, and your body seemed to be unable to overcome the perverse attraction you were feeling.
You tried to convince yourself that it was all about the deep-seated instinct to procreate—the very natural rabbit instinct and the impending heat—but that would be self-destructive.
Good girls always end up with the big bad guy's dick in their mouth. And that wolf was big and mean. The fear of his sharp teeth sinking into your neck practically melted away at the thought of him tying you in a knot and fuck you so good you'd forget your name.
"Я... I don't know, sir. I'm a good bunny. I'm very obedient. Please believe me..." Your mind is a mess; you can't form coherent thoughts, and you speak in scrappy phrases that make no sense.
Your eyes start to water, and a lump forms in your throat, making it hard to breathe. It's like a sudden temper hysteria, as if all of your senses have been rebooted at once and you can't make up your mind how to react at the moment. Something inside of you snap, like a self-defence mechanism that has just been activated, and crystal tears will begin to flow down your face.
Here you are, a cute little bunny in a wolf's lair, left to be eaten by a big, bad wolf.
You finally realise that all this is happening in a wolf's den, where you are completely helpless and vulnerable to the danger represented by the handsome man sitting in front of you. The most important thing is that you have absolutely no idea why you have been brought here. The head of your farm has asked you to ride with him, and of course you have obediently agreed; you would never dare to refuse; it would be so disrespectful and rude, as your mother has always told you....
Oh my God, Mum! Did she know where you were? She must be worried. Isn't she?
Your heart is pounding in your chest, fear is coursing through your veins, and hot tears are stinging your eyes. Your left heel hits the ground a few times in a convulsive manner. The panicked sound is drowned out by the softness of the carpet—the same carpet that pleased you just a few minutes ago.
The wolf's eyes grew hungrier, lust blazing in them like a golden flame, and he licked his lips sensuously. The moan he lets out is nothing less than pure porn, and you shudder. Whether it's from sheer terror or from excitement, you can't tell.
His long tongue traced the outline of his full lips once more, and you understood the meaning of what he was doing.
He's tasting your fear. Oh, fuck.
It was no secret that all wolves were a little sexually perverted; they always found the display of primal fear extremely arousing and had a tendency towards dacryphilia.
One day, one of the bunny girls from your farm spent her mating season with one of the wolves from a neighbouring clan. She came back looking as if she'd been abused for years—bites, wounds, bruises, and hickeys—but her blissful sighs and her belly, swollen from all the sperm she'd received, said she had no regrets about choosing a mate.
For a bunny like you, sex with a wolf was like flirting with death. He'd tear you to pieces, and you'd be grateful. If you survived, of course.
Yet there was something deeply erotic about being at the mercy of this ferocious, godlike creature; helpless and defenceless against his cruel touch, his fierce stare, and his razor-sharp fangs.
You're almost feverish. Your cheeks are beginning to burn from the shameful excitement building up between your legs, your lower lip is quivering with barely suppressed sobs, and your palms are sweating from the hot, lingering, perverse sense of temptation that is bubbling under your skin like scalding water. It's so deadly and dangerous that it's almost blissfully pleasurable.
Cotton tail twitches nervously, and your long ears flatten against your head, the whole body trying to curl up into a ball in the hope of escaping that greedy gaze.
In the wolf's eyes, you become even more appetising—such a sweet little thing for his taste. He smiles sweetly at you—as sweet as a wolf's smile can be. This sudden change in his demeanour makes you swallow noisily the viscous saliva that has gathered in your mouth. The smile on those beautiful lips is so much softer, gentler, and almost motherly, and your body unconsciously relaxes, fooled by the feigned kindness.
Stupid, stupid bunny.
"Didn't they tell you, my sweet little bunny?" His voice is a wicked, velvety purr. Your fluffy cotton tail twitches nervously, as if warning you of impending danger, and you squeak weakly. "You're completely empty-headed, sweetheart."
Almost lazily, Alpha brings the glass of amber-coloured whisky to his lips and takes a small sip from it. His tongue is slowly rolling the liquid in his mouth; it is poking at his cheek in a vulgar way that is too obvious to be an accident. It's a deliberate move. The glass is set on the table with a soft clink, the echo of which is matched by your heel hitting the floor.
When he speaks again, his lips are wet, glistening with drops of alcohol, and you realise with a sense of humiliation that your silk panties are getting much wetter.
"My name is Seonghwa and I am the Alpha Leader of this house. Your farm owes me a debt of gratitude, my little one. I've been patient enough to wait for a while, but you bunnies are such damned greedy things, always wanting to take and expecting to get away with it just because of your pretty face. But you don't. It's time to pay your bills, and you're my sweet girl; you're going to pay me back everything your farm owes me. That's what you're here for." Seonghwa tilted his head sideways, almost childishly, and added mockingly. "Do you understand me, pretty thing, or do I have to repeat it to you again so that your tiny brain can understand it?"
He is blatantly humiliating you and openly mocking, knowing full well that rabbits are a little on the small side mentally and sometimes have a hard time taking in information correctly at first go.
You let out a half-whine, half-squeal, and shake your head negatively. Your fluffy blonde curls fall over your flushed face and stick uncomfortably to the thick candy-pink gloss on your lips. Right now, you look absolutely nothing like the well-behaved bunny you are.
"That… that's not true… Please don't do this to me, my farm; we are very good bunnies. Seong…sir, I am a good girl, the best bunny in the litter, and I have never taken anything from anyone." You respond with a soft whimper that turns into a loud sob.
You're a pretty pathetic sight to behold, but that only seems to turn him all the more.
Seonghwa places a dainty palm on the inside of his thigh, too high for propriety, and you shiver at the sound of his dark laughter. This action is a subtle, almost primitive, act of dominance. It is designed to draw attention to his large, hard cock hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. His knot must be huge.
Your mouth fills with saliva at the thought and you swallow loudly, fluffy tail quivering and flicking slightly in response to his behaviour. Thoughts of what it would be like to be tied up by an alpha, for once in your life, make your breath catch in your throat. Apart from the gossip you've heard from the other bunnies, you're not even aware of it. You are wondering what it will feel like when the Alpha is tying you up with his knot and stretching your pussy wide open around it.
It's something that's on the edge of your sanity, and you're both scared and eager to rub your face on his cock, drooling all over it like a proper slut.
All of your nerves are stretched to the breaking point, and your mind is consumed by a fog of hormones and a mixture of terror. Your skin melts from the sensory overload, and your body begins to prepare itself for the fact that this man is about to ruin your life. You are almost desperate for what is about to happen.
His aura grows heavier, and finally, for the first time all night, you get a whiff of him. It's thick, enveloping, and evil—the smell of bitter almonds with notes of whisky, black cherry, and something else. Your nose twitched as you tried to catch the subtle note, and when you did, you sobbed loudly. There was a faint, subtle scent of blood emanating from it, a scent common to all predators.
In a reflexive response, you try to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the predator by taking small steps backwards. Somewhere in your chest, a feeling of panic is building up, and you can hear your heart beating frantically, pumping blood.
Even through the fog of excitement, your brain is responding to the real danger, telling you to back away, and you obediently follow its advice before your back hits something that's both hard and incredibly soft at the same time. As your trembling fingers sink into the luxuriously thick fur, the feeling of terror returns with redoubled force.
Somebody else was here.
Seonghwa growls, his eyes rolling back as he throws his head back. His mouth opens in noisy, deep breaths, as if he were choking to death, and the sweet pheromones fill the room even more than before. His thick tail flicks behind his back like a whip, and his body shakes a little, overflowing with the energy and lust he has suppressed. Your fear is like sweet ambrosia on his tongue, and he craves more; he wants to hear your scream, your hot tears, your terror, and your excitement pouring out of your tiny cunt.
Oh, baby, he's going to tear you to hell.
His hand squeezes his cock hard under the fabric of his jeans a couple of times, causing him to let out a passionate moan. It's a deep, animal sound, full of dangerous warnings.
And there's nothing but hunger in his eyes when he looks at you again. Seonghwa looks like he wants to rape you until you're numb, to fuck you to death, and to fill you to the brim until your belly swells with all the cum he's going to pour into you. And there's so much of it—somuch that it'll be pouring out of you for hours.
You whimper, every nerve in your body vibrating and tingling, and you try to take another step back, but the hard body behind you won't budge an inch.
"Oh, Fluffy, are you leaving us already? I just came to play." His voice was soft and a little feminine, and you could hear a barely concealed evil chuckle in it. He purred in your ear in a sensual way, and a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around you in a tight embrace. Painfully digging into your soft curves were fingers adorned with massive silver rings. The man behind you mooed with satisfaction as he squeezed you even tighter into his arms. "Mmm… what a pretty pet we have here, Seonghwa. A tiny, sweet doll, how lucky we are to have you, huh? Such a silly, innocent little bunny in a den of big wolves". Soft fur wraps around you like a blanket as his cold, sharp nose burrows deep into the curve of your neck. Taking a deep breath, the wolf runs his nose along the pulsating scent gland. He must really like the smell, because you can feel the slight vibration of his growling against your skin. "You smell good - so delicious, fluffy - like peaches and cream. Makes me want to eat you alive." The man chuckles, playfully clicking his teeth against your neck as the slippery liquid moistens your thighs.
"As always on time, Hongjoong." Seonghwa remarks with an irritated tone.
"Don't be so greedy, Hwa. The scent of her excitement wafts through the house like an invitation." The Alpha behind you continues to fiddle with your throat. He runs his nose over your skin almost lazily, as if he has all the time in the world. "You can literally feel her taste on your tongue; you should have a look at Mingi and Yunho right now." He chuckles again and weakly bites the skin of your neck. You tremble all over in his arms, your fear heightened by the mention of other wolves, but with it comes a shameful sense of arousal, and you're clearly aware of how much is dripping from you. The thick, clear liquid is dripping down your legs and soaking into the fabric of your shoes.
Your heart flutters as they speak of you so casually, as if you are nothing more than a thing, a shiny new toy that has caught their attention. It's a knowledge that is simultaneously exhilarating and frightening.
So you try to speak to them again, to ask them to let you go to the farm, but all your words fall on deaf ears.
"Please..." Your voice sounds rather pathetic, more like a plea for their dicks than for a safe return to the farm. "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a good, obedient bunny, and I owe nothing to anyone. You've got to be mistaken." You stammered, sobbing, turning your full attention back to the black-haired Alpha, belatedly noticing how faintly the blood-red frame of his bottomless black irises glimmered. "Let me go home, please. My mom is worried."
"Do you think we should let the bunny go, Hwa? She's so courteous, and she's got mum worrying about her." The Alpha behind you, Hongjoon, brings his hand up to stroke the velour base of your ears, and you make a small squeal as his fingers touch the sensitive spot.
"Aren't you just the most adorable pet, Princess? Don't worry, you've got another mommy to look after you now."
As Hongjoong rubbed the soft base of your ear harder, all rational awareness left you completely. Your ears have always been your erogenous zone, and you never let anyone touch them. You stifled a long, whimpering moan when your large front teeth dug painfully into your lower lip. You had to cross your knees to relieve the throbbing between your legs. But that only made more slick run down your legs.
Alpha presses his hips against your plump arse, and you can clearly feel the sheer size of his cock; it's hard, massive, almost palpably hot, even through the fabric, and despite the numbing excitement and lust of your impending heat, you realise that you'll never be able to fit something so thick and large inside you.
You let out a loud squeal at the thought and immediately covered your mouth with the palm of your hand, but it was of no use at all. Through the veil of tears, you can see Seonghwa's fluffy tail swaying upwards, interested in the sound, and Hongjoong letting out a long, languorous moan into your skin.
Wolves and their twisted, lustful minds.
All of it is driving them mad, making their cocks throb painfully in their trousers, and releasing even more of their pheromones. Your crystal-sweet tears on your cheeks, flushed with humiliation and desire; the terror frozen in your wide open eyes; that vulnerable, helpless look; and of course, the thick, creamy scent of your slime.
"My innocent bunny, hasn't anyone told you that there are many bad people in this world?" Seonghwa says with an exaggerated tenderness that makes his plump lips pucker up cutely. Every word that he says is a pure sneer at you, wrapped up in the velvety purr of his deep voice.
"Hwa, it's too hard for our sweet little pet; she's got air in her head." Hongjoong chuckling tauntingly again, and you notice, not without horror, that the distance between you and Seonghwa has shrunk to the extent that you are standing between his spread legs, the toes of your pretty pink satin shoes touching the hem of his luxurious fur coat. Hongjoong's actions were so distracting that you didn't even notice that he was bringing you closer to the main Alpha. Wrapped in a haze of seductive pheromones and lust, your head was indeed empty and light.
A sweet, empty-headed bunny. Such a perfect toy to be used for their amusement.
All Seonghwa has to do is reach out to stroke the soft silk of your thighs, and judging by the way his gaze slides to the edge of your skirt, which frankly left little to the imagination, and his nostrils flare as he inhales the creamy peach scent, the thought crosses his mind as well. And it would appear that he's not the only one.
Hongjoong's fingernails scratch the thin skin on the inside of your thigh like delicate, sharp claws, causing a stream of warm liquid to flow from your pussy. He growls contentedly as the sticky, sweet-smelling moisture remains on his fingertips.
"Is someone excited, fluffy?" His tongue is hot and wet, licking languidly over the swollen, scented gland, and your cunt clenches reflexively. Your face flares with humiliation. "You're such a dirty girl, my darling."
"I'm a good bunny." Slapping your heel against the floor, you protest weakly. Your lips curl into a cute pout by themselves, almost childish.
The scent of Alpha rises, and for the second time tonight, you lose your head at it—it's something so delicious, almost sinful, with notes of chocolate, rum, spice, and pink pepper. A sharp spark of excitement runs through your body, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
Your knees buckle, and if Hongjoon wasn't literally holding you, you'd be lying on the floor at their feet. That's where you belong. Turning you to face him, he wraps his fingers around your chin.
Hongjoon's just as strikingly handsome as Seonghwa, but unlike the long-haired Alpha's sensually seductive features, this one has sharper, almost demonic ones.
A truly wolfish smile—all fangs and hunger—plays on his red lips. A pair of pointed white ears twitch interestedly at your attention, and his tail sways lazily behind his back. He's also dressed in furs, a toxic orange and scarlet, and you can't help but notice how perfectly they fit him. It's as bold as his owner.
"Come on, fluffy; don't cry; let daddy take care of that sweet face." In long, slow motion, he licks the tears from your cheeks. Something seems to be breaking inside him as the Alpha rolls his eyes and moans gutturally.
Afraid to even take a breath, you freeze completely in his arms. The excitement rushes through your vagina, and your pussy clenches desperately against nothing. Your big, wet eyes don't move from his face until he meets your gaze once more. A look so dark and predatory that it makes you want to cry even harder than before. Only you can't tell if you're afraid of him or if you want to continue to please him.
"Bunny…you're just asking for a knot, aren't you? All these tears… you're driving me crazy, my angel." His purr is sweet as sugar. His hot tongue licks away your tears as his lips press against your plump, wet cheeks. "Let me explain this to you, my darling. Your "wonderful" farm gave you away to pay off a debt. My fragile little girl, you belong to us now. Ours to play, ours to fuck, ours to breed."
"Hongjoong is absolutely right, princess. From this day on, you belong to us, my bunny. You are such a jewel for our house. Maybe we'll even let the younger wolves play with you a bit. They're a bit rough around the edges, but I promise they'll be on their best behaviour around a beautiful thing like you. If they bite you, they'll lick your tiny cunt to make up for it."
Your left heel taps the floor a few times, and you manage to make a low squeaking noise.
"I'm not an object." You didn't even know who you were trying to convince—you or them. Of course you were a thing in their hands, nothing more than a pretty cock sleeve, and the words Hongjoong and Seonghwa had said a moment before had accurately described your position in their house.
The black-haired Alpha rose from his seat and towered over you. Up close, he's not just beautiful; he's godlike. Instinctively, you arch your back and tilt your head back so that your eyes meet his. His gaze is so searing, so sharp, that you feel your skin burning underneath as you begin to wriggle and whimper in Hongjoong's tight grip, the two Alphas chuckling merrily.
"Aren't you?" He raises an eyebrow at you in a mocking manner. The corners of his lips curl up in a mischievous grin, just enough to reveal the tips of his pointed fangs. "So tell me, bunny, what shall I call you?"
"Y/N." Your voice is no more than a whisper to him. Seonghwa's ears twitch in your direction with interest, and Hongjoong's warm breath kisses the sensitive skin on the back of your neck. They heard you very well. But that doesn't stop them from addressing you with a certain harshness.
Seonghwa's hand runs gently through your hair before he grabs a handful and pulls it out sharply. You squeak shrilly, and the sound echoes with their laughter, velvety and mocking.
They are large, warm, and deadly, and you look tiny in the midst of them; the difference in your size is so obvious.
"Speak up, fluffy. I want to hear that pretty little voice of yours loud and clear."
In the meantime, Hongjoong's fingers are already pulling at your hair on the other side, without any ceremony at all. His claws scratch your scalp for a second, and the stinging prick sends a shiver down the length of your back.
"Be gentle, Hongjoong; you don't want to break it before its time, do you? The puppies will go mad if they can't get their teeth into the bunny." Seonghwa chuckles.
He tilts his face towards you to lick away your tears as he watches you squirm in his mate's arms with sadistic pleasure. You can't help but notice that Seonghwa's tongue is much longer than the other Alpha's, so attuned are you to their every action.
"Be a good girl and do as you're told. You don't want to disappoint mommy, do you, Fluffy?"
Be good. That's what you've always been told. Be obedient, because that's what the perfect little bunny should be, and you would never dare break that rule. It's literally tattooed on the subcortex of your brain. Standards of behaviour and obedience have been pounded into your pretty little head for years, and even if your instincts weren't to please your more dominant partner, prey, or predator, it doesn't matter; your obedience reflex would definitely be kicking in.
"Y/N." This time, you speak clearly and loudly as you are asked. "My name is Y/N."
"Y/N." Seonghwa pulls. As if tasting your name. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, it sounds so sweet, bunny. Mommy likes it." He grins broadly at you, showing his sharp teeth, and your cunt clenches shamefacedly in response, releasing another copious amount of mucus.
You make a soft sound, something between a squeak and a wheeze, your tail tucking in, your long ears drooping and flattening against your head.
"So what are we going to do with you, Y/N?" Hongjoong rolls your name over his tongue as if he's licking you between your legs, sounding almost pornographic. You want to hear it over and over again, any way you can.
"I don't know..." It's such a shame, but your instincts take over your mind, making you flow like a waterfall, dumbing yourself down for their pleasure.
"Mmm, my little angel, don't you know?" Hongjoong's lips touched the bowl of your ear, the tip of his tongue licking the soft skin and teasing your already shy nature. "Do you want daddy to spoil you, fluffy?" He purrs, making your cheeks burn shamefully, and you desperately shake your head to say yes, heated and embarrassed.
All rational thought becomes a blur, and your clouded mind focuses only on the growing sensation of the void between your legs and the puddle of liquid flowing from it.
"Please." Tears roll down your face, and your knees buckle as you shake violently and begin to go limp in the grip of the wolf. Seonghwa sucks aggressively at the skin of your swollen scent gland, leaving a mark of his right to you, a mark of his superiority. You're nothing more than a pretty fuck toy, the cutest sleeve for his cock, and the perfect bitch for him to breed with. "Ah-alpha, I beg you..."
"Look at her, Hwa, such a polite girl. Begging and pleading like a well-mannered pet. Shouldn't we have a reward for her?" He puts wet kisses on your throat. The sound of his purring voice sends signals straight to your quivering, warm pussy. "Don't you want the big, scary wolves to breed this small, narrow cunt?" You draw in a sharp breath as you feel Hongjoong's hand move down, squeezing the inside of your thigh and forcing your legs to spread apart.
As the palm of his hand cups your pussy in a possessive manner, you wheeze for air, and Hongjoong gasps slightly at the sensation of how wet you are. A shiver runs through your body as the Alpha slowly rubs his fingers along your folds through your silk panties, filling the room with a wet slurping sound as the fluid pours out. His fingers glide over your needy clit, trailing lightly as you fall deeper and deeper.
"My angel, daddy is going to make sure that this sweet pussy is always fed and filled with his warm cum." His fingers rub roughly over your throbbing clit, through your damp panties. They slide lower, pushing the panties lightly into your hole, mockingly watching your body jerk weakly. The touch stings, the sensitive edges of your hole tightening instinctively around his fingertips.
You want to spread your legs as wide as possible for the Alphas in front of you. To show how ready you are to be used, to be stuffed with their cocks, and, of course, to be tied with their big knots. To let their rough, long tongues hit the weakest places inside you, to let them eat you up all night long until you pass out from screaming their names and the number of orgasms you've had.
"Alpha..." You say, your hips arching shamelessly as you try to push Hongjoong's fingers as deep as possible. Your chubby butt swings from side to side in a motion that invites him in. Eliciting a hiss from him through clenched teeth, your soft buttocks rub against the large, firm bulge. "P-please spoil me... I-I'm begging-I need you, p-please, I need you so much..."At the moment, you're openly sobbing.
Seonghwa's long fingers are running along the side of your jaw, lifting your face as you stare into his mesmerised eyes, completely losing all sense of reason.
He's so close; the luxurious fur of his coat caresses your naked skin, burning where they touch. Their expensive furs envelop you, trapping you in a cage of hot bodies. The only thought in your head is the desire for them to spread you out on those furs and fuck until you can't stand it anymore, and even after. All you need is for them to stuff you full and knotting up your needy hole.
You're going to be a good girl for them—the best bunny they ever had.
"Shhh, don't cry; mommy will take care of you, my princess. Come to me." Seonghwa's voice seems to have dropped a few octaves, becoming more hoarse and hungrier than it was before. "Give me a taste of that sweet mouth."
Your face lifts obediently as he asks, and the next thing you know, his lips are burrowing into yours, burning painfully. Your eyes widen for a moment, and you are in a state of panic.
You weren't good at kissing. All those lazy, soft touches of lips you exchanged with some of the bunnies on the farm could hardly be called a full-fledged kiss, and they certainly didn't compare to the way Seonghwa devoured your mouth.
He pulls away from you for a moment as you squeal against his lips. While you're distracted by Seonghwa, Hongjoong slide the fabric of your panties to the side. His nimble fingers push the sticky, swollen folds apart and give you incredible pleasure. Cottontail twitches, your breath catching in your throat.
"Feeling good, sweetheart? Do you like the way daddy is stroking your needy cunt?"
"Yeshhh, it feels so good."
"Don't let yourself get distracted." Seonghwa digs her fingers into your skin and turns the touch into a painful grip. "Now mommy will teach you how to kiss properly. Open your mouth for me, darling." In obedience to his command, you open your mouth to find his lips attacking you with renewed force. As you unconsciously reach out to him and press harder against those plump, plush lips, the Alpha moans in approval. He sucks your lower lip between his sharp teeth before biting down hard on it, only to then stick out his tongue and run the rough appendage over your bruised lip in a soothing manner. An action that leaves you gasping and clutching the luxurious fur of his coat with your hands.
Seonghwa's long tongue slides between your teeth and presses against yours, licking your palate and pushing deep into your throat, literally licking your mouth from the inside out. His silky appendage moves sinfully, sliding and twirling in teasing motions that make you dizzy and your toes curl. You are intoxicated by the sweetness of the pheromones on his tongue, which enter your mouth with his saliva. Liquid desire builds up between your thighs. Viscous, transparent strands of your juices flow directly into the palm of Hongjoong's hand, down his wrist, and soak into the sleeve of his fur coat. The pain between your thighs is almost unbearable; your stomach twists and clenches, and you moan long and hard.
As his lips pull away from yours, thin strands of saliva hold your lips together before they break apart and fall to the side of your chin. The soft petals of his mouth slide down your face before he licks your lips, collecting saliva.
"Stick out your tongue, little slut." Hongjoong's subtle order echoes in your ears, and of course you do as you are told right away.
Your tongue is sticking out as you open your mouth as wide as possible. With glassy, tear-filled eyes, you watch as Seonghwa collects the saliva in his mouth and spits it out onto your waiting tongue. He purrs at the sight of a thick, viscous droplet rolling down your pink tongue.
"Swallow, darling." And you obliged.
"Aren't you the loveliest pet we've ever had? Such an obedient bunny for mommy." He leaned in again to kiss you almost innocently, which contradicted what he said next. "Now kiss Hongjoong and give him a taste of this fucking honey mouth before I spread you out on any available surface and stick my tongue so deep into your tight, wet cunt that you won't be able to live a day without it."
Your heel hits the floor a couple of times in a nervous manner, and Seonghwa runs his long fingers through your fluffy curls and turns your head in the direction of Hongjoong with all his might. His rings are clinging to your blonde strands, pulling them painfully as he moves, practically ripping them out of your head.
"There you are,, my angel; give daddy a kiss." He purses his lips sweetly and looks at you expectantly, the devil's delight and apparent derision dancing in his eyes. Oh, he is having so much fun watching you squirm.
"But, I... I thought that..." You babble confusedly.
"Don't be a disappointment to daddy, princess. You were told to kiss him." Seonghwa is pulling at your hair again, and it is hurting you.
In a clumsy attempt to repeat what Seonghwa had done to you, you tentatively reach for the other Alpha's lips. You stick out the tip of your tongue and lick weakly at the plump lower lip. Then you scrape at it with your big front teeth.
"Stupid bunny, do you even know how to do that?" Hongjoong laughs. Finally, he pulls his hand out from under your skirt and wraps it around your cheeks, his fingers digging painfully into the flesh as he does so. His fingers are wet and glistening with your own slime, and thick drops of it run down your cheeks where he is holding you.
Your velour ears twitch slightly as a whimper rises in your throat.
"You can't do anything on your own, can you, pretty? Of course, you don't. After all, you're just a cock sleeve; you have absolutely no intelligence. But daddy is going to teach you everything, sweetheart. Don't worry."
Hongjoong's kiss is as hungry and cruel as his humiliating words. His teeth are sharp, and his breath is intermittent and hot. You mindlessly submit to every insistent movement of his lips, letting him push his tongue into your supple mouth. Alpha kisses like he's hungry for it, deep and loud. Before you know it, you're moaning into his mouth and gripping the front of his gorgeous fur coat as if you'll slip away if you don't.
You've never been kissed like this before, and the sensation is like a current against your skin—painful, searing, traumatic, and shudderingly pleasurable—awakening something inside you you didn't know existed. Your insides are burning like fire, the desire blazing in your veins and roaring in your ears. All caution is long forgotten; you feel like you have a fever. Gasping through kissed lips, you look straight into Seonghwa's eyes as Hongjoong begins to kiss your slime-stained cheek and jaw.
Hwa is licking the top row of his fanged teeth and slowly rubbing his thumb over your swollen scent gland.
You whimper as Hongjoong presses his mouth to the other side of your neck again and again, worshipping the skin with his lips and tongue before finally nuzzling his face into the curve of your throat and inhaling noisily.
"Daddy..." It feels like you're drunk; your hormones are working so hard. Your hands come up to tangle in his auburn locks—so soft and silky—and you run your fingers through them as he plants long, lingering kisses on your throat and the curves of your breasts where the organza blouse allows.
"My sweet bunny, it's time for your reward." Seonghwa murmured somewhere deep in his throat with a soft grin. "Are you ready to take mommy's knot?" The word 'knot' made you whine even louder. Yes, yes, you want his knot. A thousand times yes.
"I want it; I want it badly, please." You beg, tugging at the collar of his fur coat.
"I'm sorry, what was that, fluffy?" Hongjoong's voice becomes very deep, yours in contrast sticking in your throat as he growls angrily: "I didn't hear you, angel..." Your breath caught in your throat again as his hand found its way under your skirt once more, his fingers pressing painfully against your throbbing clit, causing you to twitch and new tears to roll down your swollen cheeks.
"Please daddy, please mommy, knot me; I've been a very good girl."
"This is my little pet."
Hongjoong lets go of you, and his hands replace Seonghwa's as the tall Alpha turns you around in one sharp motion, pushing your body down. Your body practically falls into his large leather chair. He quickly throws your legs over the armrests; your short skirt scuffs up; and Seonghwa runs his fingertips over your wet panties, causing you to wriggle and squirm. Your legs are bent and spread, and you squeal softly as the Alpha kneels down in front of you, his luxurious fur spreading out on the floor all around him.
Hongjoong kneels beside you too, his fingers rubbing the base of your long ear. Your hands fly up to cover your face, flushed with embarrassment.
"Put them down now, bunny. I want to see you crumble under my tongue." Seonghwa growled, and you nodded in pure submission, slowly lowering your hands and breathing the words out of your lips before you could choke on them.
"Yes, mommy."
"Don't you think you have too many clothes on, Fluffy?" It's a question that doesn't have to have an answer and has a clear command at the end. "I want to see your boobs. Take your clothes off.
You obediently obey, despite how shaky your fingers are and how humiliated you must look right now—your legs spread wide, long strands of slime dripping from your knickers, forming a shiny puddle on the soft carpet, your cheeks red, and your mouth swollen and wet from being kissed.
Your tentative hands undo the buttons of your blouse, revealing your plump, heavy tits encased in a silk bra.
Once your blouse is completely undone, Hongjoong's insatiable mouth is immediately on your breasts, caressing them with hot, open-mouthed kisses. He squeezes your breasts together over your bra and lifts his eyes to you as you let out a shrill moan. You want to bring your legs together, whimpering and squirming in the uncomfortable position, but Seonghwa's broad palms hold your thighs painfully.
"They are very sensitive; please be gentle." You barely speak; the words are solid breaths and whimpers, your heart pounding in your chest as the top of your bra is pulled down, exposing your swollen, wet nipples to the two hungry Alphas.
The smell of milk fills the room with a new wave of pheromones, this time coming from both Seonghwa and Hongjoong.
A sharp, hot tongue slides over your nipple as Hongjoong stares at you through his half-closed eyelids. His mouth closes around the pink-candy flesh, the tip of his tongue slowly circling around it as he pulls back his cheeks and swallows the sweet liquid that pours into his mouth. Your other breast is lazily squeezed by Seonghwa's warm hand, making you tremble and whimper from the intense stimulation. It feels so good and new—not at all like feeding babies on a farm.
"Aren't you a complete delight, princess? Sweeter than sweet." More like a cat than a wolf, Seonghwa's tongue finds your other nipple and licks it slowly.
"I...Hm...I was helping to feed the little bunnies; we're short of helpers and nobody wants to, so I...oh..."
Hongjoong moans at the taste of it, and pulls away from your breasts for a moment to tear the strap of the bra with strength, tearing the thin silk fabric. Your tits are now completely exposed to them, the milk still gushing out and trickling down the length of your body. You are a dreadful mess, not at all like your normal tidy self. What would your mother say if she saw you now?
"Look at you, all flushed and ready for us, my angel".
At that moment, you felt Seonghwa bury his nose in your folds and take a deep breath. It sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine.
"Mommy, please…"
"You smell like peaches and cream, princess, I wonder if you taste the same." Seonghwa licks a long strip of the silk, his tongue hot and rough with saliva dripping from it, and God, it's too much for your innocent mind, but you can't tear your eyes away for more than a second.
Hongjoong takes your nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard, and you can feel the streams of mucus flowing freely from the folds of your wet vagina from all the stimulation you're experiencing.
Seonghwa lazily sucks on the silk partition between his mouth and your needy cunt. He makes soft sounds of approval as he licks and licks again, as if the taste of your mucus is something he desperately needs. Strong hands hold your hips still, even though you desperately want to try and close them around the handsome face of the dark-haired Alpha, to squeeze his tongue until you cum.
Your panties are pulled to the side so that Seonghwa can press his face against the warm, slippery folds and slowly begin to lick your labia. The pressure of the wet, open-mouthed kisses and the deceptively soft, caressing licks on your sweet skin are almost unbearable. A helpless sob comes from your throat as Seonghwa's tongue plunges into the heat of your sensitive hole, and you clench around it, trying to hold the sensation as long as possible.
Teeth slip out now and then, reaching out to the side of your vulva, teasing seductively, a sweet reminder that no matter how nice the Alpha is being to you, no matter how cute his fluffy tail is wagging, when he's eating your cunt, he's deadly. This simple fact makes your pussy throbbing with desire.
"That's right, bunny; let mommy enjoy your sweet cunt. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you; you really do taste like peaches and cream. Joong, you should have a taste of her; she's a real treat. Sweet, silly bunny." Seonghwa cooed and gave the thin strip of silk panties back to you, moving it so that it was between your labia. He pulls it a little tighter, causing that painful pressure on your swollen clit and friction between the sensitive folds. You feel a shuddering sensation, but the Alpha just laughs at it. "Don't be so greedy, fluffy, and say thank you. Otherwise, I won't let Joong play with you.".
Much to Seonghwa's delight, you react immediately and show obedience.
"Thanks mommy." A response that shows just how desperately you wanted to be tasted and gobbled up.
As soon as Seonghwa steps aside, Hongjoong is between your legs. You can finally enjoy the devilish beauty of this Alpha as his red-orange fur coat spreads across the carpet like a poisonous puddle. Hongjoong's face is unjustly handsome. It's stunningly framed by strands of soft brown hair; the red lips are insidiously parted in a broad but hungry wolfish grin; and the gaze is sharp and predatory. There is a dark, terrifying glint in it, like that of an animal that has found its perfect prey.
The prey instinct in you kicks in again, causing you to squirm and writhe, trying to close your thighs and squeeze yourself into a ball. Your hormones and your slutty bunny nature, on the other hand, want you to spread your legs even wider so that the Alpha can eat your pussy more comfortably.
"Is that all for me, angel?" He runs the palms of his hands down your trembling thighs, leaving long streaks of nails on your milky skin. Rude. "You look so sweet, blushing, and needy, like a feast ready for the wolf to eat, don't you, bunny?
"I...aah...I'm g-ready for you." It was hard to concentrate on the words as Seonghwa's hands started to squeeze your boobs again, causing even more milk to flow down your chest and body. Your pretty clothes were all ruined; what a shame.
"My good little bunny girl. Let's get rid of all the excess." Your knickers come off in one sharp motion, completely exposing your pink, oozing pussy to the two hungry wolves.
The new influx of sweet liquid oozing from the soft petal-like folds makes Hongjoong growl, his fangs showing, his gaze never leaving your wet, tantalising pussy for a second.
"Lick her already, Joong, or I swear I'll kick you out of here and keep her all to myself, or I'll let Wooyoung get to her first." Seonghwa's tail whips irritably behind his back like a whip, and he rolls his eyes at Hongjoong.
"If you let his pretty face bump into that pussy, you'll have to deal with a whole bunch of impatient puppies who can't keep their dicks in their trousers. Is that what you want, Hwa?" The auburn-haired alpha chuckles evilly and finally presses against your cunt, a dirty, open-mouthed kiss.
Tears of vague relief run down your face, and you feel Seonghwa's rough, long tongue on your cheeks again.
Your heel tried in vain to kick at the air, and your whole body shook with the fine tremors of Hongjoong's sharp, stinging kisses. Wet as syrup, the wolf's grinning lips cling to your hypersensitive, swollen clit and refuse to let go. Your back arched in an awkward position, and you pressed your pussy closer to his face, literally rubbing against him. His nose is pressed tightly against your wet mound, and his jaw works with every eating movement.
Your slick is everywhere—on his cheeks, his lips, his chin, dripping down his neck, and over the collar of his white t-shirt.
God, it's fucking dirty.
He is ruthless, the movements of his tongue wild, sloppy, and hungry as he digs greedily between your trembling thighs and dripping folds, sucking the sweet nectar of your excitement from the contracting orifice. Lips suck roughly at the edge of the swollen pink flesh, and your shamefully wet insides clench in a disappointing void. Clawed fingers dig painfully into the softness of your thighs, leaving blackened bruises.
A high-pitched squeal gets stuck in your throat as Hongjoong's thumbs force your tender labia apart and his tongue slides deeper. The sensation is almost heavenly. Streams of viscous mucus pour out of you like a waterfall into that beautiful, insatiable mouth, and your whole body shudders in short spasms. Your heel twitches desperately in the air, kicking in vain, and your ears fall back to your face, drooping and muffled with pleasure.
"Ahhhh... daddy."
Seonghwa's fingers wrap around your chin, squeezing painfully, and you lift your head so you're looking into his eyes.
"All your pleasure is mine. Only I will decide when to fuck you, who will fuck you, and how long it will last. When you cum, you will look at me and only me, no matter whose face or cock is in your cunt or tight arse. Do you understand, mommy, my sweet slut?"
Barely aware of all that is happening, you at least try to answer; your mouth opens, but the only sound you make is a long, drawn-out moan.
Apparently that wasn't the answer he wanted, because his other hand snakes down your body, slapping your clit with palpable force. Electric shocks shoot through your body, and you wriggle in the tight grip of the two Alphas, practically folded in half in the uncomfortable leather chair.
"Do you understand me, pet?"
"Yeah, yeah, I understand... I understand you, mommy." You shake your head like a doll to confirm this, and a new wave of sobbing sweeps over you.
Hongjoong pulls away from you for a second, his whole face soaked in your sweet slime, and his gaze is wild and unfocused, as if he's drunk.
"Fuck, I can never get enough of you, fluffy. Daddy's precious princess has the sweetest, most beautiful cunt in the whole world."
"Of course, Joong, that's our bunny." Hwa presses his fingers even harder into your face, the touch turning into a brutal grip. His fluffy tail swishes enthusiastically behind his back. The gaze of Seonghwa's bottomless, hypnotic eyes turns to Hongjoong. His sensual, kissable lips stretch into the exact same toothy smile as the Alpha between your thighs. "Do you want to make it even sweeter?"
It's only a moment before the palm of Seonghwa's hand slaps your swollen, mistreated clit once more. Your body ripples with sharp pain mixed with blissful pleasure. It's a wild mixture of sensations, resembling a combination of sweetness and sharpness.
"Try it, it's definitely better now." He laughed joyfully, like a child, looking down at you.
As soon as the burning sensation has subsided, Hongjoong's mouth locks onto your battered clit, mercilessly sucking and licking it with his hot tongue. He's so insatiable, possessively devouring his beautiful princess's exciting cunt, his face practically smothered in pussy. His hungry mouth is vicious, and his appetite is endless as he devours his selfishly greedy pleasure and demonic features soaked in the sugar nectar of your slime.
As the ferocity of his mouth grows—hungrier and hungrier—you try to pull away, too sensitive and overwhelmed, but a painful slap on your thigh stops all movement.
"And where are you going, fluffy? Daddy's not done playing with you."
Long fingers slide between your delicate creases, opening them wider for second Alpha. Hongjoong moans in appreciation as he gains more access to your quivering hole, swallowing the juices pouring from you with a loud grunt.
He chuckles in sadistic amusement, gazing up at you through impossibly long and thick eyelashes before his predatory wolf lips pull away from your clit to tell:
"Cum for daddy, bunny. Fill me with your cum."
It only takes a second for your body to obediently follow his command, and you come with a high-pitched moan. Huge jets of fluid are spurting out of your used pussy, forming a puddle of it under your arse and dripping down onto the floor.
Your glorious, twisted screams of agonised ecstasy and super-sensual sobs filling the room are music to the ears of these two Alphas.
Seonghwa bends his face over your cunt in order to prolong your orgasm and sucks all the juices out of you as if he were dying of thirst. The sound is utterly animalistic and disgusting, but it makes the fucking slime squirt even harder. Hongjoong's mouth keeps up, sucking mercilessly and lapping at the lush, honey-soaked folds.
The only sounds that come out of your dolly lips are the whimpers and hoarse moans of despair that are so beautiful to them. In the eyes of Seonghwa and Hongjoong, you look amazing - a gorgeous, broken thing, all flushed and obedient for their pleasure.
You should know what disgusting and perverse things they will do to you and how much they will ravage your innocent and fragile body. The party has just started.
These thoughts make their cocks throb and flow in pain, and the knot at the base of it swells up. Seonghwa and Hongjoong look at each other as they keep licking you methodically. Their tongues meet in long, sweeping strokes, caressing each other and mixing all your flavours together. You twitched weakly, half lying back in the chair, limp and exhausted from orgasming.
"Don't you dare fall asleep, honey. We were just at the beginning of our game."
𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 ❧ 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 | 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑℑ
𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 - wolf cub San x bunny reader
Author's note: Sooo… Hongjoong rented a house for Seonghwa and him… how am I supposed to act normal about this?? I tried, I really did. But clearly, the only way I could cope was… I wrote this. Hongjoong is possessive af, and we know he’s been holding all that pent-up love, teasing, and claiming in for years. So yeap, you’re getting all the roughness, all the filthy worship, all the desperate, possessive kisses, and yes… double rounds. I may have also written entirely too many inner thoughts from Seonghwa, because let’s be real, I was living through him while I wrote it. Honestly, I can’t even think about that beach house scenario without my brain immediately going to: them, alone, all the teasing, all the claiming, all the lust. So this fic exists, and I hope you enjoy every messy, filthy, possessive second as much as I did while writing it. I do welcome feedback or any thoughts! Enjoy~ Bye-um~
Pairings: Seonghwa x Hongjoong
Description: Alone in a rented beach house, Hongjoong’s years of longing and restraint finally spill over. Every lingering glance, every possessive touch, every whispered claim pulls Seonghwa deeper under his control. From teasing kisses to filthy, desperate anal thrusts, Hongjoong worships, dominates, and takes what’s always been his. Between confessions, double rounds, and relentless claiming, tonight isn’t just about desire—it’s about finally surrendering to the man who’s always loved you, fiercely and possessively.
Warnings: Smut (18+), rough sex, teasing, possessive/dominant Hongjoong, anal sex, filthy worship, multiple orgasms, sexual tension, intense longing and frustration, biting/nipping, dirty talk, submissive Seonghwa, marking, multiple “mine” moments, overstimulation, emotional intimacy, explicit NSFW content, unprotected penetrative sex (please wrap it up IRL!)
Read Before Proceeding: This content is for mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual material and detailed depictions of sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised. MDNI — Minors Do Not Interact. As always, take care of yourselves, read responsibly, and know exactly what you’re walking into before you do.
Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence
The city felt different when it wasn’t weighed down by rehearsal schedules, cameras, and deadlines. For the first time in weeks, Hongjoong wasn’t thinking about setlists or outfits or what time the van would arrive. He was behind the wheel of a sleek Porsche 911, sunglasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, the Los Angeles sun spilling golden across the hood of the car. Beside him, Seonghwa sat with one arm resting casually against the door, hair brushed up by the coastal breeze that swept through the cracked windows.
The house Hongjoong had rented was perched right along the beach, a modern glass-and-wood structure with wide balconies that opened directly to the endless stretch of sand and ocean. When they pulled up the driveway, Seonghwa’s lips parted in awe.
“Wow…” he breathed, stepping out of the car, stretching his long limbs as he took in the view. “You really went all out.”
Hongjoong leaned against the hood of the car, smug but slightly nervous under Seonghwa’s gaze. “I figured we deserved something nice. Just us, for once.”
Something warm bloomed in Seonghwa’s chest at the words just us. He wanted to believe this meant what he hoped it did—that after years of teasing glances, subtle touches, and endless restraint, maybe Hongjoong was finally ready to cross that invisible line between them.
Inside, the house smelled faintly of cedar and sea salt. They carried in their bags, laughing about who had overpacked more, before Hongjoong suggested they hit the store to stock up.
It wasn’t anything special—just an upscale LA grocery store—but the way they moved through the aisles made them look like they’d been living together for years.
“Do we really need three different brands of cereal?” Hongjoong asked, raising a brow at the boxes piling up in their cart.
“Yes,” Seonghwa answered firmly, grabbing another box and tossing it in with a grin. “You never know what mood you’ll be in. Variety is important.”
Hongjoong laughed, shaking his head, but didn’t argue.
They picked out snacks, wine, fresh fruit, and seafood for grilling. At one point, Seonghwa reached past Hongjoong for a jar on the top shelf, his chest brushing Hongjoong’s shoulder, and the leader froze for half a second longer than necessary.
“Careful,” Hongjoong muttered, voice tight.
“I’ve got it,” Seonghwa said smoothly, turning his head just enough that Hongjoong caught the smirk tugging at his lips.
They bickered over which wine to get, shared a packet of chips in the car on the drive back, and argued like old lovers about who got to cook dinner later. By the time they carried the bags into the house, Seonghwa’s heart felt light. For a few hours, it was like they were in their own world, far from fans and managers and the ever-watching eyes of the industry.
Later that afternoon, with everything unpacked, Seonghwa suggested a swim. Hongjoong agreed, though he seemed more interested in lounging under the shade of the umbrella with his sunglasses on. He wore a loose tank top and dark swim shorts, his hair messy from the ocean breeze.
Seonghwa, meanwhile, was in a white t-shirt and shorts, the fabric already clinging faintly to his skin from the humid air. For a while they simply lay there, each sneaking glances at the other.
Then Seonghwa decided to push.
With deliberate slowness, he tugged the hem of his shirt up over his head, revealing the smooth lines of his torso, his tanned skin glowing under the sinking sun. He shook his hair out, smirking when he noticed Hongjoong’s jaw slacken just slightly before he quickly looked away, ears tinting red beneath his sunglasses.
“What?” Hongjoong asked, voice forced casual.
“Nothing,” Seonghwa chuckled, tossing his shirt onto the chair. “You’re staring.”
“I am not,” Hongjoong shot back too quickly.
“Sure,” Seonghwa teased, then darted toward the water. “Come on, old man! Don’t tell me you rented a beach house just to sit under an umbrella.”
Hongjoong tilted his head back, putting his sunglasses on again to cover the way his eyes shamelessly followed the way droplets clung to Seonghwa’s body. “I’m fine right here.”
But Seonghwa wasn’t letting him off that easily. He strode back up the sand, water trailing down his chest, skin glistening in the golden light. Standing over Hongjoong, he extended a dripping hand and pouted, lips curved into something dangerously sweet.
“Please?” he coaxed.
Hongjoong’s resolve cracked instantly. With a reluctant laugh, he slipped his hand into Seonghwa’s, letting himself be pulled up.
“Fine, fine. Don’t pout at me like that,” Hongjoong muttered, unable to hide his grin.
Seonghwa squeezed his hand. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”
They ran into the waves together, laughter carried away by the tide. They splashed, wrestled playfully in the water, Seonghwa ducking under only to pull Hongjoong in with him. At one point, their chests brushed as they surfaced too close, both gasping for breath, eyes meeting for a fraction too long before one of them turned away.
By the time they stumbled back up the beach, wet hair clinging to their faces, both were laughing breathlessly.
The house had two bathrooms, thankfully, so they showered separately. Seonghwa lingered under the spray longer than usual, wishing Hongjoong had asked him to join, though he would never admit it out loud.
Dinner was simple—grilled fish, fresh salad, a bottle of wine they’d compromised on. They ate on the balcony overlooking the beach, the night sky vast above them. Conversation drifted to their trainee days, their younger selves, and funny stories about the other members.
Seonghwa found himself sighing quietly, watching the moonlight spill across Hongjoong’s face. Perfect. This is perfect, he thought. If only Hongjoong would just make a move already.
Later, they curled up on the couch with a movie. The tension was palpable, thick in the air. Their shoulders brushed every now and then, their thighs pressing closer than necessary. Seonghwa could feel the warmth of Hongjoong’s body, could hear every shift of his breath. He waited for something—a hand reaching for his, a glance held too long—but it never came.
When the credits rolled, Hongjoong stretched, covering a yawn.
“I’m heading to bed,” he announced casually.
Seonghwa blinked at him, stunned. “Oh. Right… goodnight.”
As Hongjoong disappeared down the hall, a cold weight settled in Seonghwa’s chest. Separate rooms? Really? After all this? He sat there, numb, wondering if he had imagined it all—the stolen glances, the subtle touches, the little smiles that felt like secrets. Had he mistaken friendship for something more?
No. He couldn’t accept that.
Something inside him snapped.
The house was quiet except for the steady roll of waves against the shore outside. Seonghwa sat frozen on the couch, the glow of the TV long since faded, his chest tight with anger and heartbreak. He could feel the sting of tears at the back of his eyes, hot and humiliating.
Nine years. Nine years of glances held too long, of teasing touches that lingered past the point of friendship, of soft smiles shared when no one else was looking. And yet, here they were—separate rooms, separate beds, like none of it had meant anything.
“No,” he muttered under his breath, pushing himself up so fast the blanket slipped off his lap. “I’m not doing this anymore.”
His feet carried him down the hallway before he even realized it. His pulse pounded in his ears, and by the time he reached Hongjoong’s room, his vision was blurred with tears. He shoved the door open without knocking.
Hongjoong, already sprawled on his bed in a loose t-shirt and shorts, startled upright, eyes wide.
“Seonghwa?” he asked softly.
But Seonghwa couldn’t hold it in any longer. Everything spilled out all at once—the frustration, the heartbreak, the years of biting his tongue.
“Do you even care, Joong?” Seonghwa’s voice cracked, his chest heaving. “Do any of those moments mean anything to you? The looks, the touches—was I imagining all of it? Were you just going to keep running away forever?”
Hongjoong’s lips parted, but no words came. He stared down at the sheets, hands clenching into fists.
Seonghwa laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and broken. “I waited. For years, I waited. Every time you brushed my hand, every time you smiled at me like I was the only one in the room—I thought… I thought maybe you wanted me too. But you’d rather hide in your room than face me. You’d rather leave me hanging than admit anything!”
Hot tears streaked down his cheeks as his voice rose. “Was I just some… some fantasy to you? Someone you could tease, someone to make you feel less lonely when you wanted, and then pretend nothing happened?”
His words hung heavy in the air, the silence unbearable. Seonghwa’s shoulders trembled, his breath coming hard and ragged. Hongjoong still said nothing.
“Fine,” Seonghwa whispered hoarsely, shaking his head as fresh tears burned his eyes. “If that’s all I was to you, then… then I’m done.”
He turned sharply, slamming the door behind him as he stumbled back to his room, clutching his broken heart like it might spill out of his chest. He curled up on his bed, face buried in the pillow, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
Minutes passed—maybe ten, maybe twenty. The house seemed to hold its breath with him.
Then came a knock. Soft. Hesitant.
Seonghwa squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to move.
Another knock, a little firmer.
Still, he stayed silent.
The door creaked open anyway. Hongjoong slipped inside, his face pale, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He hesitated by the doorway, then crossed the room slowly, stopping just short of Seonghwa’s bed.
“Hwa…” His voice cracked, and then it all came tumbling out.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I was scared, okay? Afraid of what it would mean if I admitted it. Afraid of the company, of the fans, of the whole damn world finding out. Pretending nothing was there—it was easier. Safer.”
He sank to his knees beside the bed, clutching at the blanket like a lifeline. His voice shook, breaking with each word. “But don’t you dare think it didn’t mean anything to me. Don’t you dare think you were just a distraction. From the moment we met… I’ve loved you, Seonghwa. I’ve loved you all this time, and it’s been killing me not to say it.”
Seonghwa’s breath caught, his tear-streaked face turning toward him in disbelief.
Hongjoong’s tears finally spilled over, streaking down his cheeks. He reached out with trembling hands, clutching at Seonghwa like he might vanish. “I’m sorry I made you doubt. I’m sorry I made you wait. But I swear to you—I’ve only ever wanted you.”
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Just the sound of their uneven breaths, their broken sobs filling the darkened room. Then, slowly, Seonghwa reached for him.
Hongjoong surged forward, burying his face against Seonghwa’s chest as his arms wrapped around him tightly. They clung to each other desperately, like two men finally allowed to breathe after years underwater.
“I’m sorry,” Hongjoong whispered again and again, words muffled against Seonghwa’s skin. “I’m sorry. I love you. I love you so much.”
Seonghwa’s throat ached, his hands trembling as he cradled the back of Hongjoong’s head. “You idiot,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing his lips to Hongjoong’s damp hair. “You absolute idiot. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?”
Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look at him, their faces inches apart, tears still clinging to their lashes. His thumb brushed across Seonghwa’s cheek, wiping away a tear, and then he leaned in, pressing his lips to Seonghwa’s in a kiss that was soft, trembling, and overdue by nearly a decade.
Seonghwa gasped into it, his whole body shuddering as he melted against him.
The dam had broken.
The kiss deepened, grew frantic, years of longing crashing through all at once. Hongjoong eased Seonghwa back onto the bed, their bodies tangling together, lips never parting except to breathe raggedly against each other.
For the first time in years, there was no restraint. No hiding. No running away.
Their mouths collided again, harder this time, as though neither of them could bear the thought of breaking apart. Hongjoong’s lips moved urgently against Seonghwa’s, sucking, biting, tasting the salt of his tears. Every kiss was a confession, every brush of his tongue a desperate I’m sorry, I need you, I love you.
Seonghwa gasped into the onslaught, fingers fisting the front of Hongjoong’s shirt to drag him closer. “Fuck, Joong…” he breathed between kisses, his voice cracking with need.
Hongjoong eased him back against the pillows, hovering over him, their legs tangling together. His hands trembled as he pushed Seonghwa’s damp hair back from his face, eyes roaming hungrily like he was seeing him for the first time all over again.
“You’re so beautiful,” Hongjoong whispered, voice raw. “Always have been. I should’ve said it years ago.”
Seonghwa’s chest heaved. “Then say it now.”
Hongjoong’s answer came in the form of a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth, then down the line of his jaw, then lower still. He mouthed across Seonghwa’s throat, sucking harshly at the sensitive skin until Seonghwa gasped, tilting his head back.
His hands wandered down, tugging Seonghwa’s shirt up inch by inch until the fabric bunched around his chest. Hongjoong pulled back just long enough to strip it off him completely, tossing it aside without care.
Seonghwa’s breath hitched as he lay there bare-chested under Hongjoong’s gaze, his skin glowing in the dim light, muscles taut and trembling.
“Fuck…” Hongjoong muttered, eyes darkening. He lowered his mouth, lips wrapping around one of Seonghwa’s nipples. The sudden wet heat made Seonghwa arch with a sharp gasp, his fingers tangling in Hongjoong’s hair.
“Joong—ah, fuck—”
Hongjoong sucked harder, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud before biting down just enough to make Seonghwa’s hips jerk. He groaned against his chest, wet, messy sounds filling the room as he switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention until Seonghwa was panting, tugging desperately at his hair.
“You taste so good,” Hongjoong mumbled against his skin, trailing hot kisses lower, across the planes of his abs, down toward the waistband of his shorts. Each press of his lips was accompanied by whispered apologies and promises, his breath hot against Seonghwa’s skin.
“I’ll make it up to you. Every second I wasted, every time I made you doubt—I’ll make it up to you tonight.”
Seonghwa’s head fell back, eyes fluttering shut. He was dizzy, his mind reeling from everything—the confession, the kisses, the feel of Hongjoong’s hands and mouth finally on him after all these years.
Then Hongjoong tugged his shorts down, dragging the fabric past his thighs until Seonghwa lay bare beneath him. Seonghwa’s cock slapped against his stomach, already hard and leaking.
“God…” Hongjoong’s voice cracked, eyes fixed on him like he was something sacred. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Seonghwa’s hip, then lower, teasing the inside of his thigh. “You’re perfect, Hwa. So fucking perfect.”
Seonghwa groaned, hips twitching, need coiling tight in his gut. “Stop teasing,” he rasped.
But Hongjoong only smirked, settling between his thighs, lips brushing over the flushed head of his cock. “I’ve waited years for this. Let me take my time.”
And then he swallowed him whole.
Seonghwa choked on a gasp, his back arching off the bed as Hongjoong’s mouth closed tight around him. The wet heat was overwhelming, tongue dragging along the underside as he bobbed his head, taking him deeper with each pass.
“Fuck—Joong—oh my god—”
Hongjoong moaned around him, the vibrations making Seonghwa’s thighs tremble. His hands clutched at the sheets, then found their way to Hongjoong’s hair, tugging helplessly as his cock slid in and out of that perfect mouth.
“Shit, you look so good like this,” Hongjoong groaned when he pulled back briefly, saliva glistening on his chin. He licked the head, slow and filthy, before sinking down again. “Always wanted to taste you.”
Seonghwa’s breath came in broken gasps, his body trembling. “I’m—I’m gonna—”
Hongjoong swallowed him deeper, throat tightening around him, moaning like he wanted it. That was all it took.
Seonghwa came with a strangled whimper, spilling hot down Hongjoong’s throat. His body jerked, hips stuttering, mouth falling open in a silent cry.
Hongjoong swallowed it all, licking him clean, groaning as though he couldn’t get enough. When he finally pulled back, his lips were red, swollen, slick with spit. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glazed with lust.
Hongjoong crawled up his body, kissing him hard, letting Seonghwa taste himself on his tongue. “I told you, baby,” he whispered against his lips, voice low and filthy. “I’ll worship you tonight. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
Their mouths collided again, harder this time, desperate and hungry. Every kiss was a release of years of longing, every touch a silent confession. Hongjoong’s lips moved urgently against Seonghwa’s, sucking and nibbling along his jaw and neck.
Seonghwa moaned into him, hands clutching Hongjoong’s shoulders. “Joong… fuck…”
Hongjoong eased him back onto the bed, body pressing against him, hands roaming possessively. “You’re mine, Hwa. Always have been,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you.”
Seonghwa shivered at the intensity, every nerve alive under Hongjoong’s touch. “Then… then stop teasing me…”
Hongjoong smirked darkly, letting his hands drift down to Seonghwa’s hips, brushing over the soft, taut muscles of his ass. “I’ve waited years to worship you like this,” he murmured. “Every inch of you… mine tonight.”
He pressed open-mouthed kisses along Seonghwa’s shoulders, down his sides, lingering over the curve of his hips. Fingers traced the warm, tight ring of his entrance, teasing him just enough to make him gasp and arch against him.
“You feel so good, Hwa,” Hongjoong murmured, voice low, rough. “So tight… so perfect. Always mine…”
Hongjoong chuckled against his skin, dragging his mouth lower, lips brushing across the small of his back, teasing him mercilessly. “I’m not done yet,” he whispered. “Gonna take my time, worship every inch… make you mine completely.”
Seonghwa groaned, hands fisting the sheets. “I’m yours… Joong… I’ve always been yours…”
Hongjoong kissed the back of his thighs, brushing just shy of entry, letting Seonghwa squirm. “So good for me… always… now I get to take all of you,” he murmured, teasing and praising, letting his voice grow filthy with need.
He eased one finger inside him first, careful and deliberate, letting Seonghwa adjust to the warm, tight stretch. Every movement made him moan against Hongjoong’s mouth, hands clutching his shoulders.
“You feel so incredible, Hwa. Always have.” Hongjoong whispered, curling his fingers, testing the tightness, dragging out every reaction from Seonghwa. “So perfect for me. Mine.” Seonghwa’s breath hitched, body trembling.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, lips brushing Seonghwa’s in a rough, lingering kiss. He lined himself up, tip pressing against the tight, warm ring. “Ready for me?” he asked, teasing slightly, thumb brushing over his hip.
Seonghwa nodded, body trembling. “Yes… please…”
Slowly, agonizingly, Hongjoong pushed in, inch by inch. Seonghwa hissed at the fullness, chest arching instinctively, hands gripping Hongjoong’s shoulders. Hongjoong stayed still for a moment, letting him adjust, then began to move—first slow, savoring the tight, warm embrace.
“You’re mine, baby,” he growled, voice low and filthy. “So tight… so perfect… always mine.”
Seonghwa moaned loudly, hips instinctively moving with him. “Joong… harder…”
Obediently, Hongjoong began thrusting deeper, each motion deliberate, rolling his hips to make sure every inch of him was worshipped. His hands roamed over Seonghwa’s body—gripping ass, chest, shoulders—never leaving him untouched.
“You’ve been perfect for me all these years,” Hongjoong whispered, voice rough. “I’ve wanted this… wanted you like this… for so long.”
Seonghwa’s cries filled the room, echoing with the heat of years of longing and restraint. The pace quickened, thrusts becoming harder, hips slamming together. Hongjoong’s filthy praise mingled with Seonghwa’s moans.
“Mine… all mine… so tight for me… so fucking perfect…” Hongjoong growled. “Say it, baby… say you’re mine for me.”
“I’m yours… all yours… forever…” Seonghwa gasped, voice breaking, body shuddering.
The bed creaked under them, sweat glistening on their bodies. Seonghwa’s hips jerked involuntarily with every thrust, muscles clenching around him, and Hongjoong groaned, losing himself to the feeling.
Finally, Seonghwa’s release hit, hips spasming around him, letting out a strangled whimper. Hongjoong rode it through, gritting his teeth, and with a guttural moan, he followed, spilling deep inside Seonghwa.
They collapsed together, chests heaving, foreheads pressed, hearts pounding. Hongjoong kissed along Seonghwa’s temple, murmuring soft apologies and promises.
“I’ll never hide again,” he whispered. “Never. You’re mine… forever.”
Seonghwa clutched him close, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart grounding him. “Finally… finally, it’s us,” he breathed, letting himself melt into Hongjoong’s embrace.
Hours had passed, but neither of them had truly slept. They lay tangled in the sheets, chest to chest, hearts still racing. Hongjoong’s lips traced lazy, teasing kisses along Seonghwa’s collarbone, shoulder, jaw. Each brush of his mouth made Seonghwa shiver.
Hongjoong’s lips never left Seonghwa’s, pressing, biting, teasing, while his hands roamed possessively over his body. “You’re driving me insane,” he whispered, voice low and rough, teeth grazing Seonghwa’s jaw.
Seonghwa arched against him, breath hitching. “Joong… please… don’t stop…”
Hongjoong rolled lower, pressing against Seonghwa’s hip. Fingers traced the warm, tight ring of his entrance, teasing him slowly, stretching him just enough to make him whimper and grip the sheets. “So ready for me,” he murmured. “So tight… always perfect…”
Seonghwa’s voice cracked with need. “Joong… I want you…”
With a deep, guttural groan, Hongjoong positioned himself, tip pressing against Seonghwa’s entrance. Slowly, agonizingly, he eased inside, inch by inch, feeling the warmth and tightness coil around him. Seonghwa hissed, hips arching instinctively, hands clutching his shoulders.
“God… you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Hongjoong groaned, thrusting slowly at first, savoring the tight warmth around him. “How many times I’ve jerked myself thinking about this… thinking about how you’d feel under me… how your face would look when I hit it just right… hell, even just imagining your lips…”
Seonghwa gasped, hips trembling. “Joong… I… I did the same,” he admitted, voice ragged. “I… I thought about you like that… so many times…”
Hongjoong’s grip on his hips tightened, rolling into him harder, every thrust deliberate. “All of you… mine… I’ve dreamed of this… you like this… so perfect… so fucking mine…”
Seonghwa moaned loudly, body shivering. “Joong… harder… I need you…”
Hongjoong didn’t hesitate. He went harder, pounding into Seonghwa with relentless, deliberate thrusts, each one stretching him, hitting all the right spots, making them both gasp and groan.
Hongjoong leaned down, biting the side of Seonghwa’s neck as he drove into him, one hand gripping his hip, the other kneading his ass. “So good… taking me so well… such a perfect baby for me…” he growled, voice low and filthy, savoring every reaction he elicited from Seonghwa.
Seonghwa’s cries filled the room, mingling with Hongjoong’s moans. Each thrust was long, deep, deliberate, as though making up for all the years of longing, teasing, and denial.
The tension coiled tighter and tighter, muscles trembling, breath coming in ragged gasps. Seonghwa came first, body spasming around Hongjoong, letting out a strangled whimper of release. Hongjoong groaned, thrusting through it, and finally spilled inside him with a guttural cry.
They collapsed together, sweaty, trembling, hearts pounding. Hongjoong pressed soft, lingering kisses along Seonghwa’s shoulders and neck, whispering apologies and promises.
They stayed tangled in each other’s arms, whispering, kissing, and letting the aftershocks of passion calm them. No more pretending. No more hiding. Just them, together, at last.
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Summary:“You know…” he murmured, voice softer now. “This is probably the best surprise anyone’s ever given me.”
Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader
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The moment Seonghwa stepped into the living room, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room had been completely transformed into a Star Wars battleground. Dim lighting, space-themed decorations, and the centerpiece of it all—two gleaming lightsabers resting on the coffee table.
“Surprise!” you grinned, holding up a Jedi robe. “We’re having a Star Wars date night!”
Seonghwa let out an incredulous laugh, stepping closer to examine the setup. “You seriously planned all this?” His fingers ghosted over the lightsaber hilts, awe flickering in his gaze.
“I seriously did.” You picked up the second lightsaber and ignited it, the bright glow illuminating your excited expression. “And you better believe we’re having a duel.”
That was all it took. Seonghwa’s competitive spark ignited, and he wasted no time grabbing the other saber and flicking it on. “Oh, you are so going down.”
The duel started slow—playful at first, with exaggerated stances and over-the-top twirls. But soon enough, it escalated into a fast-paced battle. Seonghwa moved with the grace and precision of someone who had secretly practiced for this moment his whole life. He smirked as he twirled his saber effortlessly. “You underestimate my power.”
“Don’t try it,” you shot back, grinning before lunging forward. The clash of your sabers filled the room as you both dodged, spun, and parried. Seonghwa’s laughter echoed as you nearly backed him into a corner, only for him to swiftly turn the tables and disarm you in one smooth motion.
He tapped the tip of his saber against your shoulder. “I win.”
You gasped in mock betrayal, clutching your chest as if he had truly struck you down. “Nooo, I was supposed to bring balance to the Force!”
Seonghwa chuckled, switching off his saber before kneeling beside you. “Maybe next time, Padawan.” He extended a hand to help you up, but instead of pulling you to your feet, he tugged you into a tight embrace.
You blinked up at him, surprised at the sudden shift in mood. His arms were warm around you, his heartbeat steady against your ear.
“You know…” he murmured, voice softer now. “This is probably the best surprise anyone’s ever given me.”
Your playful grin faltered into something more tender. “Really?”
He nodded, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. There was a warmth in his expression that went beyond the thrill of lightsaber battles. “I know it’s just a fun, silly thing, but… Star Wars has meant a lot to me since I was a kid. And the fact that you did all this… it just—” He exhaled, a small, almost bashful smile tugging at his lips. “It means a lot. You mean a lot.”
Your heart swelled as you reached up to cup his cheek, thumb grazing over the slight pink dusting his skin. “I just wanted to make you happy.”
“You did,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “More than you know.”
With a final squeeze, he pulled you back into his arms, content to stay there for as long as you'd let him. And just like that, your Star Wars date night became one of those memories you’d both treasure forever—one filled with laughter, light, and love.