#zzzero smut

Wise

Watching a movie... Well that's what you were doing while his sister was spending time with some of her friends You didn't know who their names were but you knew one of them was a robot and a pink haired lady. With his sister gone Wise wanted to watch a documentary with you. Little did you know He didn't actually want to watch a documentary.

Just 20 minutes in You we're pulled into a his lap and you thought nothing of it until his hand started to slide underneath your pants, His breath tickled your ear "is this okay?" It's been so long since he last seen you in person or even touched you at all now that you're there He couldn't help it anymore.

Your pants were long gone as you lay on top of your boyfriend one arm hiking up your leg the other in between them coding his fingers in your juices before sliding them inside.

"So wet..." "I love feeling you"

Wise is gentle at first slowly pumping in and out of you leisurely feeling you at his pace. Making sure he memorizes the way you clench around him. The soft wet walls of your pussy making his cock rock hard. But for now he wants to touch. Despite his slow and sensual pace occasionally pressing and touching your clit You become close, Wise was so good with his fingers and he knew that.

However after You came on his fingers It wasn't enough He needed more, wise flips you over now he was towering over you putting your legs over his shoulders you can see a hungry looking his eyes and he begins to finger fuck you faster. Utterly hypnotized by the wet sounds of your sloppy cunt, wise says in a husky tone "I love the sound your soaked pussy makes You can do it again for me can you?? Come on just give me one more..."

Your toes curl your back arching You whimper and scream, You couldn't hear Wise loan himself as he jams his fingers as deep as he can feeling you cum around him. But he needs more, He hasn't quite broken you yet. Wise loves to watch you fall apart, to fuck you dumb until you can no longer think about anything else but his cock or his fingers. If you really want him to he will milk every orgasm out of you until you physically cannot cum anymore.

Lycaon

Misbehaving again? Tisk tisk tisk... Before he can properly punish you He files down his claws You know when you're screwed when you see His claws are a lot shorter than they used to be. This time he wraps a blindfold around you erasing your sense of sights to heighten your other ones.

If you are known for squirming then he shall restrain you in some way whether it be his tie or his hands you will behave.

Very skilled hands knowing all the right places to touch you. He knows how to make you cum but right now he will withhold your pleasure. You will get your orgasm and many more after. He feels a little selfish indulging in you like this instead of just ramming his fingers inside you until you cum over and over, instead his fingertips brush against the opening every now and then dipping inside brushing against your clit. Your whimpers are music to his ears, such a cute little pup.

When he finally has his fill That's when he plunges his fingers immerselessly inside you You cry and thrash But you don't know where you try to close your legs but to no avail All you can do is sit and take it.

He is grateful to put the blindfold on you He does not want you to see the unsavory site of his hand palming his bulge He is ashamed yet excited that he is getting off too You're punishment.

You cum but he doesn't let up milking you through your orgasm you try to whimper his name but he only shushes you.

It was pretty clear to Lycaon that it wasn’t gonna fit. That didn’t seem to deter you, however, who’d bounced and bobbed with labored pants in his lap along his cock. You’d gotten pretty far, which the wolf internally was prideful of but every time sticky lips hit that bulbous base, you would pant and struggle with desperate grinds down to try and pop it inside of yourself. Lycaon held onto your hips and legs lovingly to support you - his darling “ client ” - clawed thumbs stroking along the softness of your skin. The brush of his fur and the ever subtle scrape of his claws made your body tremble, pussy aching around the thick base in its spread. The wolf’s words were cooed in affectionate praises, a sensibility to them gently introducing a possibly heartbreaking reality; “You’re getting closer, my dear. Oh?” hand caught the inside of your groin, cupping along thigh and the sensitive divet between your legs to pause the desperate fuck down. “Careful, darling.” In your haze, you noticed a rasp to those sounds, a labored effort to remain measured and polite; “I know you’re eager, but that may hurt.”

Frustration budded in the form of hot, angry tears along the corners of your eyes. Teeth bit down on a quivering lip as internally, your mind swam. On the one hand - eyes peeked down between your legs at the budding passage of your thoughts, noting the way knot throbbed against your warmth - it was pretty big. The size alone had intimidated you, having felt it first hand grow against the soft of your tongue and in the backest depths of your throat. On the other hand, you really didn’t care. Body pounded from the beating in your chest to feel full, to feel nothing but that intoxicating high. Lycaon noted the way your head tucked down to hide, and in response, the thiren leaned in comfortingly to press kisses to corners of your lips and eyes. Such a keen sense of smell lended to the wolf’s benefit, your fluctuations noticed and not unattended. Words became hushed, a low murmur reserved solely for you; “Hm? I can sto-”

“No,” you huffed out sharply, head nudging into his kisses instinctively. “Don’t stop.”

Against the thiren’s wishes, tail wagged. “Then you must tell me what’s upsetting you.”

Lips pressed together tightly in something of a pout from you. While you knew the request was perfectly reasonable, you still couldn’t help but feel somewhat pitiful when explaining it aloud; “It’s… too big.”

The comment made Lycaon’s heart cinch. A comforting hum was given to the shell of your ear, the sound more akin to a rumble. A soft pant escaped fangs when you’d rolled your hips to switch yourself more into a straddle along his frame. While the beautiful decor of the manor you resided was just barely large enough to accommodate for your werewolf “employee,” the chaise lounge's fit was still tight and you’d found yourself supporting yourself against the soft warmth of his furred chest with your hands. That knot still threatened, looming against your entrance and slick with your cunt’s endless drooling around your small bounces that had slipped inches of him free; only to be buried again. You couldn’t help but sniffle a little, cunt aching painfully in both its forced stretching and impending building orgasm that was left on its momentary edge to relax. Lycaon felt your clamping and the spike in temperature as slick oozed around his cock. Eyes closed as breath was drawn in to steady himself. You’d taken the liberty of watching his expression shift curiously. You noticed the way brow twitched as concentration laid thick on their bridges and felt the way his hands along your body gripped harder onto your flesh. Before you’d realized it, you were murmuring to him; “It’s not fair.”

The canine’s ears twitched a bit, focusing in your direction and listening intently. A soft breath had been taken, his chest’s inhale felt with its rise under your fingers knitted in his fur. Words were smooth, pleasant in their honey-like raspy drip as you tensed around his cock; “Could there surely be no other means of pleasing you, darling?”

Your teeth had found your lip, where they bit into the soft to stifle the sounds you’d wanted to make as your mind spun around his words. Could there be? There was brief consideration in the wandering imagination of images, but the feeling of his hand relaxing along your innermost thigh brought you back to reality.

“Like what?” you offered, head tilting a little.

Lycaon considered that carefully. Head leaned against your own in an affectionate nudge, which you reciprocated with a shift of weight onto your dominant arm along his chest to free your other hand so that it could stroke along the edges of his jaw. The wolf patted at your thigh. Despite the touch being gentle, you’d hardly felt it in such a while against your groin, which had startled its sentient existence to you. With a small, shuddered breath you silently complied, lifting up that leg for you and Lycaon to get a better look down at your connected mess. Clawed hand moved to your open clit, where the thiren carefully hooked his hand back to the cinch of your inner pelvis in a holding grip to keep you spread open. Thumb could gently tease at you as he’d so seen fit in that moment. Your breath hitched a little, body tensing instinctively before relaxing into the touch. Hips bounced a bit, inches of his cock slipping free before being sunk back down into your core. The feeling of him swelling made your cheeks grow warm and pussy drooled on him in satisfaction. 

Lycaon’s head spun a little. Pussy milked at him, walls flexing and nudging him in ways that, while pleasant, weren’t so kind on his fortitude. Body tensed a bit and his other arm had reached for your waist, where it snaked you into his hold. Strong muscles locked you down in your shared position and that familiar high of orgasm muddied the thiren’s mind. With your teeth along your bottom lip in a bite you noticed the canine’s eyes gazing back at you, the irises glossy in their haze. A soft “mph!” had escaped from your throat, body trembling as you’d felt cock begin to fuck back up into you, the size growing slicker and accompanied by sounds of wet stick. Your lips were released from your bite in favor of echoing out a moan. As cunt filled and emptied repeatedly with cock, body tensed and twitched with delight. Heat returned to your face as your breathing shifted to a pant in effort to catch back up with your breath. In your ears, soft, low grumbles were given from Lycaon, who sought wherever he could reach to kiss, lick, and tease teeth from a slacked maw. Gut twisted in delight as you’d tried to catch those kisses and feel the laps or touch of teeth along your skin. Hungry mouths were given harsh kisses and empty space was filled with clinking fangs as your smaller being drank up those deliciously low purrs of the thiren’s high.

Something warm caught your attention; enough to break you from Lycaon’s affections to reach a hand down between your legs. You’d felt the warmth of his fingers first, thumb loyally pressing along your clit, the act enough to make legs tremble. Cunt was soaked, a viscous white coating both you and Lycaon’s cock in a gooey, glossy sheen. A whimper escaped as you’d felt cock throb harshly in its swelling. The extra lube of his cum had masked his orgasm from you temporarily, but the ache of your cunt stretching could not be denied. Heart and stomach fluttered as you’d felt that knot pressing back up against you, its size making pussy clench painfully down along his base. It’d only gotten bigger.

Lycaon’s fucks slowed gradually until you’d been fucked firmly against the base of his knot with his hold around your waist keeping you still. The quick beating on your cunt had left you breathless, mind spinning as you ached around the girth of his cock. With a tremble to your arms at having been locked in their support of you for so long, you’d pushed yourself to sit up fully again. Knot felt heavy and hot up against you, the size of him stretching you wide. With blushing cheeks and breathless lips, you whimpered to him; “Are you teasing me?”

The wolf looked up at you curiously. With every second that ticked, you’d felt your pelvis growing heavier, until the cause was leaking along the edges of your pussy’s lips and dripping down onto Lycaon’s knot. You panted softly, cunt aching in its filling and body trembling beneath the pressure. Your dutiful canine noticed and promptly reached hands out to grip along your hips. Strong arms forced your hips down in their eventual wane upwards, cock dipping deeper and making you gasp out.

“No, my dear,” Lycaon growled to you loyally. When you’d look at him, a smile was given to you. Its warmth made your chest flutter and you instinctively reached to place your hands over the large of his own. “Your desires are my commands. Some, however, require a bit of prepping. Would I be seen as selfish to ask you for your trust?”

You considered that, the reasonable side of your mind foggy amidst the lust. Heart, however, beat loudly in your chest, whether from the rush of it all or from true affection. Where your words spoke from were obvious; “Selfish isn’t always bad, Lycaon.”

Ears twitched a bit at the words, fangs peeking from his smile. “Then might I ask you something?”

“Consider it a treat,” you chirped. A bit cheeky, but the words fell in good fortune from the way he gave a little heartily laugh. The deep, rhythmic sound was sweet to you.

“Might you allow me the privilege of watching you?” the thiren inquired boldly, yet its detection was softened by his silver-tongued quality. “I’ve quite the view.”

Your expression was indescribably cute to the larger man. A mixture of flustered, curiosity, awe and lust. It was clear that you’d wanted to, and while you were eager, there was a bit of coyness to the way your hands slid from their teasing hold on Lycaon’s to down your pelvis. You’d peeked a glance to orient yourself, fingers moving familiarly down to your clit and beginning to circle around it steadily with your fingers. Pussy ached and you sighed softly, delighting in the feeling of being filled as clit pulsed pleasure from your pelvis up warmly. A look had been given to Lycaon, where you’d noted his face. It… Looked different. Hungry, pleading, begging, smoldering. Breath hastened again as pussy clenched down, making Lycaon stifle a groan-like sound. You chased the pleasure until a familiar pressure built up, it’s feeling hot and burning until it had broken again. Like a cord snapping, the rush of ecstasy flooded in and strangled your moan with a whine. Body shook horribly with the little squirts squelching loudly around thick cock. Milky liquid poured out in globs, sticking up your fingers and sending the haphazard circling of them down along Lycaon’s knot. The larger canine’s head tipped back, hips rutting up now and fucking up against a too-full cunt. Your jaw fell slack as soft head nudged and kissed against womb, the ache of its cruel teasing softened and warmed by hot cum.

“H’ah, a-ah, ah,” you wailed out, sounds like a broken tune that went from pitiful whimpers into echoing wails. What was normally a period of coming down had seemed to spike paradoxically right back up. The more you teased and toyed, the more Lycaon fucked right back up into you, his pace refusing to slow even when his cock’s plugging had begun to wane. Knot had begun to empty, its girth simmering down as blood drained from his impressive length. The wolf’s pants were harsh, grip along your hips intensifying as nails teased with pokes at the soft of your skin. Perhaps a blessing, or perhaps a curse, all that natural lube and ebbing flow of physical arousal had allowed a slip of a softening dick and knot. Your eyes widened suddenly at the feeling, it’s massive spread gaping you and paralyzing you with delighted shock. Pants and gasps lifted and raised your chest haphazardly in the brief pause, the sheer size of Lycaon taking a moment for you to process. Lycaon himself seemed to relish in the pause, jaw slacking with a smile as cock yawned your poor crying pussy. For him, it was nothing short of perfection. For you, you’d found yourself in ecstasy, glassy eyes staring at nothing as you’d moaned pitifully when his hips ground eagerly up into you. Your body had taken to shaking; that was until Lycaon had carefully moved hips to allow for that knot to pop back free. Cum streamed down, soaking at your thighs and the fur of his pelvis and stomach, but it only aided to his buck back upwards to bury it right back inside of you.

Your moans had piqued to shireks, tears budding. Desperately, you’d clawed for the thiren, who all too quickly had sat himself up enough for you to grasp for his neck and shoulders. Mind blurred and all of your thoughts seemingly seemed to stop; nothing else really mattered in that moment. You could only focus on breathing, a glassy stare of yours directed at nothing as you were assaulted in the highs of the pleasure. Lycaon, with having moved to accommodate you, had elected to instead simply fuck himself by picking you up at the hips. Your pussy was spasming, small squirts cried out of it with nearly every dick stroke out. The watery drip trickled down to wet the canine’s balls, where his tail wagged in delight.

He fucked you tenaciously until cock softened entirely, thrusts slowing in tandem with the inevitable come down. You were shaking in his arms, body aching with both pleasure and pain at its intense use. However, a wide smile betrayed your body’s state, revealing just how delighted you were. Feeling the wolf’s cock lessen had been gradual, and was not unwelcome. Quite contrary, truthfully; as the shallower strokes brought nothing but a light, blissful pleasure that curled around the two of you like smoke. Pussy was so slick there was simply no resistance, which left the sensation soothing. Lycaon’s pants were heavy but not harsh against your neck, the graze of fangs in every kiss along your throat making your heart freeze for a moment before washing you with relief. Cunt ached at the thought, but alas, it’d meant not much. Pussy was pacified by his cock until it’s absence had been noted. Hazily, you hummed, lifting your head up from its nestle into his shoulder.

Lycaon’s hold on your hips had changed into a snake-like wrap around your torso. Kisses were given to your jaw and throat, a distraction from, with a swift movement, your perception’s orientation changed to now look up at him. You blinked, processing that you’d been lifted and placed down onto your back. Lycaon had knelt over you, toned body caging you with his limbs. Head and face continued to nuzzle you affectionately, the aftercare sweet in the way you’d lazily threaded your arms around his neck. You’d noticed how he’d worked his way down until the wolf had crept along the couch to allow for him to nestle his mouth between your legs. Heat returned to your face as your stomach fluttered. Strong arms reached to wrap around either of your thighs, where grip kept pelvis in place. Your limbs trembled at the wet, warm touch of Lycaon’s tongue along the slick wet of your inner thighs. From your eyes tears leaked freely, only this time, they were nothing but a means of shedding away tension. Their relief was soothing and comforting, making the lap of the thiren’s tongue along your skin relieving. Diligent to all of his duties, Lycaon was patient in his cleaning until he couldn’t taste that sickeningly sweet sheen of your taste any longer before moving on. Spent hole was tenderly kissed better with generous wet strokes, where Lycaon noted the dual taste with a perk of his ears and a sway of his tail.

“M-mm, hnn,” you whimpered out, body twitching when tongue would stray too close to an abused clit. You couldn’t help the little gushes of squirt that would trickle out, dirtying up your cunt with its spasms involuntarily pushing out thick drools of cum. Loyal and imperturbable, the canine would clean again, devouring the two of you with dogged effort. Attentively, at the sign of a warning clench from your cunt along his tongue, Lycaon mouthed along your cunt with a firmly pressed tongue, where the squirt was lapped up contentedly. Your whimpers were soft, body a mixture of sensations. Lycaon’s tongue was so kind and gentle in its laps and in the way it would trail up and down sore areas.

You could feel the budding warmth from your clit as Lycaon licked along it's unique shape. While they’d been small, your orgasms weren’t by any means unsatisfying beneath his tongue. At every single one, spasming cunt would dribble free new trickles of cum. Submissively and determined, your bodyguard would patiently clean until he'd work his way back up to your folds.

When you’d been thoroughly cleaned to the maid’s standards, Lycaon pushed himself up to sit. Attention was directed to you, where ears swiveled forwards and smile was kind. You'd panted softly, tired body relishing in the absence of sensation.

Wise sighs with exhaustion as he leads Lycaon to his room so he can help with the absolute mess it is. He would ask you, but you’ve been so busy with commissions these days, having been assigned numerous commissions already in your first month. He stops in his tracks when he sees your (new) shoes in front of his door, recognition passes Lycaon’s eyes as he sees them as well. He coughs pointedly, making Wise smile a little: “I can wait here if you’d like?” Wise shakes his head, “No need for that. Come with me, I think he’ll enjoy it.” Lycaon wants to ask “enjoy what?” but doesn’t question further as he’s led to Wise’s room by the man himself and…

There you are, your Victorian Housekeeping Co. uniform all torn up, your torn black stockings showing off your legs so well, his dick twitches involuntary as he furrows his eyebrows and looks the other way, making Wise smile teasingly at him. “What, don’t like seeing him all ruined like this?” Lycaon looks at him baffled, “What would that—“ his breath gets caught in his throat when he sees Wise’s hand go under your stockings and he takes your cock out, already hard. “Look at your poor butler, he’s so worked up.” Wise teases, getting uncharastically bold as he takes your dick in his hand and slowly pumps your length, you let out small soft whimpers; it goes straight to Lycaon’s dick.

“He’s asleep, this is inappropriate.” He argues as he can already feel his cock strained against his pants, his blush well hidden but not unnoticed by Wise. Said man rolls his eyes half heartedly as he takes the head of your cock into his mouth, making you hug the pillow tighter. “See? He likes it.”

His gaze turns to the butler, “I have eyes, Lycaon. You look at him a lot, would’ve been jealous but I really wanna see him get ruined on your knot, to be honest.” He gets up slowly and pulls him by his tie, “Come on, listen to your master, hm?” He chuckles when Lycaon follows him, hearing his subtle growls. This is going to be fun.

Wise slowly feels you waking up and hushes you, “Shh baby, it’s just a dream, you’re fine.” You smile at him as you lay fully on your back, feeling him take your hand in his. You’re half conscious, half not with your whole dick out but still too tired to care as you let your boyfriend do whatever the hell he wants.

Wise smiles as he unzips his pants, freeing his lower half of any clothes. Before the butler can voice any complaints Wise helps him out as well. Wise hoists you up from your arms and makes you sit on your knees, you give all the strength left in your body to stay like that. You gasp in surprise when you feel… claws on your ass, Wise grips your chin and kisses you before you can even say anything. Now fully awake, you can clearly hear Lycaon’s voice as he lines his cock with your hole. Crying out into the kiss when you feel his cock invade your ass, your cock twitching. The stretch burns so fucking good, his cock is so damn big and you feel his knot hit your ass as he bottoms out; drawing a low growl from him and a whorish moan from you.

Wise smiles, “Look at me now, baby.” You do so, your vision isn’t exactly clear at his point but you see him milk the pre cum from your cock to use as lube to finger himself, biting his lips when he sees Lycaon hook both of your arms with his, keeping them in place as he starts to drill his cock into your tight hole. You cry out as you feel the stretch burn and burn, your cries fading into soft whimpers as he starts to hit your prostate. You feel wise lining your cock with his hole as he tells Lycaon to stop for a second, moaning your name when you bottom out.

Wise lets out the most whorish moan you’ve ever heard from him when Lycaon starts thrusting inside you again, making your hips jerk forward and also fuck your boyfriend. “Fuuuck— fuck yes, that feels so fucking good.” Wise bites his lips as he looks at your tired and fucked expression, tears already forming on your cute eyes. He takes your chin by one hand as Lycaon continues his brutal pace on your poor ass, cooing at you, “Come on baby, you can take it. He’s gonna cum inside and— fuck— you’re gonna take his knot, okay?” You whimper as you feel Lycaon’s cock throb inside you, climaxing inside Wise’s ass as you fill him with your cum, the cock inside you fills your ass to the fucking brim with cum as Lycaon cums with a moan-growl.

You whimper when Wise pulls your cock out of his hole, watching as Lycaon gives one more powerful thrust inside your hole so you can take his knot, making you cry in pain mixed with pleasure as you feel your spent cock weep cum again; now on your boyfriend’s stomach. Wise smiles softly, clearly content in the afterglow as you can feel your consciousness slip again, the last thing you feel is Lycaon’s arms gently slipping from yours as he softly puts you in your boyfriend’s embrace. The last thing you hear,

“Don’t be so upset, you get to have your knot inside him while we cuddle, isn’t tha…”

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare! Whatever you like, he will more than happily do, then he will check for any marks, and after that, he will give you words and affirmation telling you how well you did and how much he loves you. And he requires a little aftercare himself, holding you close and just having you for a while. He will always ask to keep you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands. He takes great care of them they are soft yet strong, the same hands that will delicately clean and make everything perfect and clean, these same hands that make you writhe in pleasure and he likes that you like them.

Is it cheating to say he likes every part of you? If it is then he likes your hands. He likes pressing his hand against yours because it's a clear indication that he is much bigger than you. He likes to hold your hand,kiss the back of your hand... He likes hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When he wants to cum he will always want to cum inside you. He will even beg to fill you up. He doesn't care if he has to wear a condom or wait for your birth control. He just wants to fill you up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You will never know how much dirty thoughts he actually thinks about you. You'll never know how much fists his cock with his hand when he has a moment of peace to himself.

And you'll never know that he has ruts every early spring where he needs you so bad it hurts but he takes suppressants every time so you never notice because the thought of losing control (to Lycaon who values his self-control and discipline) Makes him angry.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's done it once or twice in his youth. So he's a little inexperienced. But he is a very quick learner, and very perceptive so he will find where all the right places to touch on your body are.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy ahah. Half joking. He doesn't mind any position however he does prefer missionary because he wants to see you and have access to your body so he can touch you, hold you or kiss you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He does not mind indulging a little bit when you're the one goofing off, petting his tail or touching his ears. but he is as serious as they come. If you get too distracted, he'll be the one to pull you back to what you're supposed to be focused on...

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Extremely well-groomed, He has a whole hair care fur care and facial care routine.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romance... Now that's what he truly shines, He is as romantic as they come, he sees sex as a very intimate act. And he works hard to set the mood just right for you He wants your eyes to sparkle and light up and he wants his heart to pound hard in his chest when he takes you to the bedroom. A romantic dinner, a night out beneath the stars. This man will think of it all he'll plan different dates for different occasions for different days and holidays.

You don't even want to know what he does for Valentine's Day or anniversaries... With his connections to clients and his high pay he will take you to jaw dropping fancy places. And like the gentleman he is he'll pay for everything.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He was so busy that he hardly even thinks about it; however since he has you. He's been really struggling. His mind plagued with thoughts about you, and he could feel his pants already straining; he was afraid that you had awakened something inside of him that he thought he had outgrown. What have you done to him?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I've said it a few times before so you could already guess that He has some sort of size kink. With a creampie kink, slight breeding, pet play(with you being the pet) and master/servant.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, he will not do it anywhere else. You can try to convince him to do it at his desk.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wearing something extremely nice, like something as usual clients would wear He will try not to stare. Catching them off guard like a lingerie or discovering that you're wearing nothing underneath your clothing will also turn him on to no end.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not, under any circumstances hurt you. Whether it be biting or scratching . You are small compared to him so he fears hurting you too much. Even if you wanted he's extremely hesitant out of fear of losing control of his own strength. He will choke you lightly and he'll be rough with you but anything past that. No

He will also never ever fuck you in a bathroom, outside or in a hollow too dirty!!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving, of course he doesn't mind receiving but, he'd rather be on his knees tasting you, He loves to see you ride and squirm on his time and he loves the taste of you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough when he stressed, However usually it's a good pace and sensual taking his time to feel every bit of you, but fast enough to satisfy you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

At first he didn't like them, but then after teasing him so much he dragged you into his office to teach you a 'lesson.' with a hang on your mouth and his teeth digging into your shirt, he now sees the appeal of quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes when your risky, but he's not the risk taking type. Well there are exceptions.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Lots of stamina, he can last for a few rounds before he begins to tire.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, toys, Toys are that exception of risky. Since you like to be a little horny brat, then you shouldn't mind a vibrator inside you outside as he plays with the buttons

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He only teases when your bad and he has to punish you. Sometimes he teases when he wants to see you beg, But he doesn't do it often He's not cruel.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quiet at first, Breaths and growls, he gets louder the longer he fucks you, louder when he's close to cumming, until he cums inside you with a howl.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lycaon admits, he hesitated when he first had you underneath him; all you were, he didn't want to hurt you. Now he's addicted to the way you take him, your tiny hole stretching around him, struggling to fit.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big muscular Man, trains frequently at the gym.BIIG VEINY COCK, with a knot, he can't help but feel a little bit of pride at his big size.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

At first it was almost not existent now that it has you he could barely contain it. He tries to control himself so he's constantly in the state of yearning for your touch.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)