#yanverse

So unless some rogue hybrid had broken into the apartment and started humping the bedding while he was at work, something was deeply wrong with his roommate and he was left ill at ease. He stalked quietly through the kitchen towards the hallway where all three of your bedrooms were, his on the left side, Suki's at the right, and yours at the very end because the two of them were weak and gave you the biggest bedroom when you moved in. You were the only girl in an apartment shared by two men who were strangers up until then, it felt like the right thing to do at the time even if you brought in the least amount for rent. As he got closer to your door he spotted it left ajar, and bracing himself to apologize for walking in on you unannounced he slowly eased it open as he took a step inside.

What did he expect to find? He wasn't sure, but it definitely wasn't his kitsune roommate panting, sweaty, and struggling to pull free from your body that writhed helplessly beneath him. Leo's blood turned to ice at the scene as he imagined what might have transpired to lead to this, if you were squirming in an attempt to push him away after he attacked you in a frenzy. It wasn't like that though, and he knew for sure when he saw you lift your head and coo sweet words into Suki's ear as you encouraged him to go slower, to try and wiggle free. But then you both turned your heads at the sight of him, and it all became much more…awkward.

“L-Leo?” You blinked, shocked, and curled up into yourself as best you could with the flushed fox hybrid kneeling over you. He was definitely stuck now that he got a better glimpse of it; your folds had stretched and parted around him, beading with slick and cream that dripped down the globe of something too swollen to escape. Suki reared back again but it just made you wince at the attempt to yank his knot free. “Um, I-”

“Sorry,” He stepped back, or more like stumbled as he hit the door and swung himself around to look away from what he'd walked in on. It was too painful to acknowledge right now when he found you so cute and charming–he imagined one day he would work up the courage to properly ask you out. Too late now.

“Wait!” It was impossible to ignore your plea when you called out to him. Leo sucked in a breath, steeled himself, and turned right back around to walk into your bedroom anew. He clenched his fists at his sides and let them go in an attempt to will down the immense pressure forming at the base of his cock within his work trousers. “Can you–Suki, he's-” You gestured to your partner whose head lolled and was drooling down his own chest, feverish and barely restrained with each painful tug of his knot that he tried to dislodge.

“How did you-” He groaned, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a sigh that he hoped wouldn't make you feel too guilty. Only a little bit. “Never mind. How long have you been stuck like this?”

“A-An hour.” Your whimpering made him feel ten times as guilty for asking, but he had to know. And he certainly had to make sure you were okay and didn't need to figure this out alone.

Gently, so as not to incur the wrath of fox fangs in his soft flesh, he reached around his roommate's neck and gripped it hard from behind. Being that he'd spent several years in hybrid clubs by now, the trick was something he'd picked up by the big wolf he worked with who got himself locked more times in a week than most people actually fucked. Suki stiffened up at first and growled, but then his back stopped tensing, his muscles loosened slowly, and you gasped as a touch more fluid spurted out and it deflated just enough to pull free. As soon as it did, he watched in half-awe and half-disbelief at the total flood of kitsune cum pouring from your slit and pooling on your bed. Suki flopped down face-first on the mattress beside you once he was finally released from the dog hybrid's grip, his tail fluttering and twitching in time with his ears. It took some time to calm down, to get you a towel and drape it over your lap, before he asked his first and most important question.

“Why did you let him knot you?” God, he prayed he wasn't pissing you off at this point, he just needed to know for his own sanity.

“I-I wanted to…” That gulp in the back of your throat was audible from where he perched at the edge of your bed. “...see what it felt like.”

“‘Felt like’? You…you were just curious?” You nodded, but that wasn't the whole truth. He wasn't that naive to believe such a thing. “You asked him?” If it weren't for the fact that he was keenly aware of how full you were of another hybrid's cum, he would've folded entirely at that innocent shake of your head.

“No. Suki told me I smelled good. H-He wanted to help me, um-”

“Satisfy yourself?” Nod, nod. How pure for someone who just admitted to being so horny she'd take a hybrid's knot for the first time. Humans didn't even have heats, but it clicked that there might be something else that human females did endure, something he hadn't really experienced himself firsthand. It hit him then–that smell he thought was a rutting hybrid was you.

“Are you..?” He didn't have to say it, you knew what he meant and he knew it was the truth. You were ovulating and it made you so horny he could scent you out from all the way down the hall. He didn't even imagine you liked hybrids, not sexually, but with what he knew now…

“Well, if you do it properly, you shouldn't get locked.” The two of you both cast a glance over at your kitsune roommate, who was snoring and passed out cold now that he'd gotten his fill. When Leo looked back at you, all he could imagine was what you would feel like on his lap, taking his knot as beautifully as you did the younger and more inexperienced hybrid. A rush of courage that swelled from nowhere suddenly overwhelmed his conscience in an instant. “Present for me. I want to see the damage.”

“H-Huh?” You whimpered, trembling like a leaf, only to have your wrist squeezed in his grip and carefully laid back down on the bed. As soon as you did there was a warmth at your side, Suki unconsciously nuzzling into you in his sleep, but Leo turned you over and set you up on your hands and knees so he could get a proper view and the fox grunted at the loss of contact. You shuddered at the feel of his cold fingers gliding through your folds while he inspected the aftermath. He hummed, with what reaction you weren't sure, before the clicking of his belt unbuckling gave you only the shortest warning.

Plap. He pulled it out and smacked the tip against your sticky entrance, the strings of slick and cum making for a loud entry as he fed the tip in smoothly. It churned in your gut, the sounds of Suki's cum sloshing about and dribbling out the sides when Leo's girth made way in your pussy, just for it all to come to a sudden halt when something thick and warm stopped at your opening.

“Leo-” Shlup. He tried again. No dice. Plap, plap- “L-Leo!”

“It'll fit.” He reared his hips back and sent you careening forward with another thrust to plant your face in the pillows. Another, and you felt it stretch so minutely further. You threw your hand back to scrabble for something to hold on to, but rather than reach anything it sunk right back into the mattress as he finally popped it all in.

“Ovulating?” He muttered under his breath. “You're in heat.” It was impossible to think of anything but him, to feel anything aside from the wet shlucking of his knot dragging in and out and in and out. He was brutal about it in the best way and you knew then that this wasn't about to be the last time you were pinned under a rutting hybrid. Not when the pressure stirred a heat in your gut and made your eyes roll back as he started to grind into you, the softness with which he spoke your name said enough to the contrary. He was practically fucking you with the knot itself and breaking you on it in the process–and to think you were better than that was just a plain lie. You had jumped at the chance to let Suki excitedly cram his cock into you in a frenzy, and you would've even if you hadn't been despicably horny for this time of the month in the first place. Leo's frantic thrusts to plunge himself harder and deeper through your walls was only the beginning of a long, prosperous journey to accepting your role as a hybrid cock sleeve. He could teach you everything, he could help you when other humans couldn't do the job, and you could already sense that by his needy pawing at your hips he wouldn't be turning you away anytime soon. Try as he might to pretend like he didn't have a massive crush on you, he'd been caught hook, line and sinker by your charm and your…other talents.

Leo finally finished with a grunt, knot swelling and throbbing with measured pulses until it completely plugged you up and sat there, heavy and pounding with his heartbeat like it was breathing on its own. But each exhale spat out a jet of cum to slosh into your womb, which had been dutifully primed by both your hybrid lovers to take a load from a virile mate, or two. Leo collapsed against your back and brought you down completely to the bed, where he gently stroked his fingers down your arm and wiggled his hips to just try and get it all a little more settled.

“There we go,” He nibbled at the nape of your neck while he adjusted to the new position. “Just lay still and relax. That's my good..” He trailed off, coughed, and hid his face in your shoulder.

"Shut up, just shut up," he huffs in your ear. he says it like he's not half the problem; like the squeaking of the dense bedframe and the sloppy shluck shluck shluck shluck of his hips wetly kissing your ass isn't as noisy as you are. your plump lips swollen from hungry kisses and nips that aren't playful anymore, but possessive--they quiver between Ilya's fingers as his grip loosens somewhat, but when he forces his hand back hard over your mouth the cycle repeats all over again.

his eyes are redder than usual today. a rosy scarlet dyed to a crimson hue. they're dark and angry and they scare you but only a little bit, just a little, cause that pinprick of fear makes you clench harder around him when he bears down on you with that solemn glare. you're a pain in his ass.

so he wants to be a pain in yours.

"you're going to lick it when I'm done here," a growl rumbles through his pale throat, doused in scratches and bite marks. not from you, not today, but from the last inmate on death row who gave him more problems than satisfaction at execution. some of them can be wily, but few ever really manage to retaliate. "no teeth this time."

maybe he had his mind occupied by the stunt you'd pulled the night before. pretending to orgasm, in the hopes he wouldn't drag it out as long as usual? it was a new low for you. it pissed him off. but not quite as much as you biting his finger when he tries to grab your jaw open.

"ah-!" a gasp rips out of him, secondary only to the harsh, echoing smack of his open palm coming down on your cheek. you can barely get a squeak of breath out as his other hand clamps around your throat, which makes the sound of his next slap with a backhand ring torturously in your ears. "don't you ever pull that again!" Ilya yanks you up by the throat no more than an inch from his nose, seething. "you little shit."

still buried within you, he can no doubt feel the distant pulse of your heartbeat through his groin. it gets thicker when he sees blood, tastes it--there's beads of it bubbling at the teeth marks on his finger. Ilya sighs, groans quietly in the interim of silence. the blood smudges his lips as he sucks on the pulsing wound. something twitches inside you. when his smirk stretches wide and slow across his face, it's obvious that you're in for an even rougher time.

Ilya throws you over on your stomach, cock swollen and aching when he drags it out with a vile squelch. you can't quite see what he's doing from over your shoulder, you're so tuckered out, but you can hear it. the gradual slice of a blade across flesh, the soft hah, ah of pain as Ilya grits his teeth. the wet sliding of flesh on flesh when he brings his hand down and it's sticky, warm with fresh blood that he soaks his stiff length in before fingering into you as if he's performing some kind of demonic sacrifice. the knife clatters to the floor behind him like a ritualistic drumbeat.

"use your teeth if you want." he mutters against your ear as his lithe body slots up against your back, knees poised by your thighs for him to settle his weight down on top of you. no escape. his toned arm comes around and his bicep halts in front of your face--but the grip of his long fingers tightening in your hair is in no way comforting. it isn't a cushion, his body, but a barrier. a wall between you and escape. "you'll want more lube in a little bit anyways."

Harley hates it so much. He hates having to spend time in a city that reminds him so much of the one he spent his early childhood in, to walk by alleys like the ones where he used to dig in the dumpsters for food or steal from other homeless while they slept. He's not exactly emotionally sound and he hasn't confronted that past at all, just tried not to think about it, and it hurts him right in the chest to feel that same shame and anxiety of walking the streets where he doesn't belong.

Yet you still spot him staring at you across the room at your local bars, and he tails you whenever you come to the farmer's market on the weekends. He's trying to figure out where you live but he's not exactly sneaky, and it's almost cute to see your stalker move so awkwardly in a crowd when he's trying to be subtle but his body just dwarfs most other people in his way. He sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes.

He brings you gifts and tries to talk to you but it all falls away in an instant every time. He just shoves a carton of eggs at you or stuffs a paper bundle of fresh veggies in your bag when you turn around. He's not a talker. He just grunts. He wants to provide for you and that's inherent in his personality, but there's only so much he can do and it makes him so frustrated he wants to tear his own hair out. Why won't you just fall for his ruses to help him get something from his truck, and he can shove you in it and drive away? At the core of his being he's just really fucking lonely, and of all the people that piss him off in the world the only one he likes remains just barely out of his grasp.

Hell, he even considers asking Elias of all people for help because he's that desperate. Both emotionally and sexually he's completely strung out and just needs something more, a kiss, maybe a brush of his hand against your ass, anything to provide him some relief from the drought he's been suffering at your hands.

Eventually, maybe with his help or not, Harley will find the place you call home. He'll show up looking like a sad, wet puppy who's also kind of pissed when he shoves flowers into your hands and tells you to go on a date with him. No asking. If you try to refuse he'll just shoulder his way through your door so you can't shut it in his face. If you're not receptive he kind of holds you hostage in your own home and what are you even gonna do about it? He's big, he's muscly, and he's mean. He could yank your phone out of your hand and snap it in two if he needed to. So don't even think about calling the police.

He can be even scarier if you're nice to him, hoping that it'll ease him off of you, because Harley isn't around people all that often and he'll take it as you being interested. He might corner you on your couch or in your kitchen with his warm breath on your cheek, both hands gripping your waist so tight it hurts because he can just imagine squeezing it while he bounces you on his lap. Even if it goes no further he's at least pressuring you into a kiss, albeit a sloppy and hungry one that feels like he's trying to swallow you whole. If he's this pent-up he can only imagine how you feel, having nothing to fill you up while you've been avoiding him. Surely you'd like him even more if you knew how good he could make you feel. At least that's something he knows for certain he's good at.

The baby in your cart is what really shocks him though, and at first he's filled with indescribable rage that shakes his grip on his shopping basket. But being the observant man that he is, he pushes aside his emotions briefly to reassess. You look tired, worn-out, unshowered as you push the cart, not like a woman who's being taken care of by a partner...or at least not well. Then the baby. He's got some features that are familiar, ones that he catches in the mirror often, but it's those sweet little eyes that really seal the deal for him. How many people are there in Rubyvale who look like him, and have those lavender-coloured eyes to match?

Adrian watches as you drop something in the aisle, having not even noticed him yet, and he can see it from afar. Your body's changed from the woman he knew so intimately as his favoured student. The baby fat looks so good on you, better than he ever could've imagined in his wildest fantasies.

It's horrible that he's missed out on what clearly is a symptom of your liasions, because not only did he miss the birth of his son but he never had the chance to help you along the way. You've clearly gone through this all alone. He knows as he trails you through the store that you just need to see him, and he'll know the truth for sure. Your reaction is all the proof he needs.

So when he 'accidentally' bumps into you, he's ecstatic to see that everything he supposed was right. You look up and freeze, eyes wide, petrified when you see your former professor after a year and change apart. Adrian pretends to be polite, he compliments you and greets you as if nothing has changed, before congratulating you on your baby. All he wants is to see that terror melt away because he isn't mad at you, not for the pregnancy nor for hiding it from him, he just wants to talk. So he follows you to the checkout, pays for your groceries, and then?