Amanda🖤

“We’re going to be late,” you say, adjusting your earring.

“I don’t care,” he breathes, voice barely stable. “Fuck the reservation.”

You turn slowly, tilting your head, lips curling into a soft smile. “You gonna act like a brat the whole time at dinner too?”

He shakes his head immediately, standing and walking toward you like he’s in a daze. His fingers twitch by his sides like he wants to touch you but knows he needs permission. You love that. The way he waits for it.

“Tell me what you want,” you murmur, stepping close, letting your lips brush his jaw.

His breath hitches. “I wanna taste you.”

You raise a brow. “Use your words properly, baby.”

“I—I want your pussy,” he stammers. “Please, I want my mouth on it. I need to feel you on my tongue, I’ll do anything—just let me have it. Please, I need it so bad.”

You hum in amusement and slowly slide your hand up the side of his neck, fingers curling around his jaw. His lips part automatically, eyes already going glassy.

“You’re so fucking desperate,” you whisper, biting his lip gently. “You gonna be good for me if I let you taste? No whining when I tell you to stop?”

He nods quickly. “Yes. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you say, I swear.”

“Get on your knees then.”

He drops so fast it’s pathetic.

You hike your dress up slowly, revealing the thin black lace panties beneath, and he moans just seeing them, already pressing kisses to your thighs like he’s worshipping at an altar.

“Take it off with your teeth,” you say softly, tone firm and loving. “Show me how much you want this.”

He obeys instantly, eyes locked on yours as he hooks his tongue beneath the band and slowly pulls them down. The second the lace hits the floor, he groans, mouth already hovering over your soaked heat, lips brushing your folds like he can’t decide where to start.

“Go on then,” you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair. “Make me proud.”

He moans again and dives in, tongue flattening against your pussy with a need that borders on desperate. He licks you slowly at first; broad, reverent strokes, savoring every bit of wetness, breathing you in like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

“God, you taste so good,” he whimpers against you. “So sweet—fuck—I missed this.”

You rock your hips against his face and smile darkly. “Of course you did. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

He nods, tongue flicking over your clit, sucking gently, and then moaning when you tug his hair just enough to make him whimper.

“Keep going,” you order. “Don’t stop until my thighs are shaking. Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

“I won’t—I promise—I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you,” he babbles, tongue diving back into your pussy like he’s starved, fingers gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.

You start to tremble under his mouth, moaning openly now as his tongue works faster... sloppier, wetter.. your slick smeared over his chin, his nose buried against your clit as he eats you like a man possessed.

“There you go,” you pant. “Just like that. You’re such a good boy for me. So perfect on your knees.”

He whines at the praise, nodding frantically as he sucks your clit harder, flicking the sensitive nub until your knees buckle and your orgasm hits like a wave, shuddering through your whole body as you cry out and grind against his face.

He doesn’t stop. Not until you tug him off by his hair, and he finally looks up, eyes glassy, lips swollen, his entire face soaked in your arousal.

You smirk. “Look at you,” you murmur, dragging your thumb over his cheek. “Messy little thing.”

He nods again, licking his lips, still breathless. “I’ll clean it all. Don’t waste any of it, please.”

You laugh softly and tilt his chin up.

“You earned it tonight. But next time…” You lean in close, lips brushing his ear. “You wait until we get home."

“h-hello? is anyone there?”

your voice is soft and shaky. your soft, plush white ears stand tall as they flick, listening for something—anything. your tail is stiff in fear and you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

you don’t know how you got here; the middle of the dark, dangerous woods that are in no way a place for something like you, at least not this late at night. you’ve never ventured this far at night, you know better—you know that it isn’t safe for bunnies like you.

you’ve heard the stories of what happens to bunnies like you when they get caught. you’ve seen the bodies brought back to your village—bloodied, mangled, dead and used. every corpse that was brought back reeked of… of wolves.

you were just supposed to be on your way to your grandma’s house. every month, on the same day, your grandma calls you to her house for a visit. usually you make the journey with your mother, but your mother is terribly sick with a cold and told you it was okay for you to venture alone.

“you’ll be okay, sunshine. whatever you do, stay on the trail. do not leave the path. if it starts getting dark, come back.” your mom’s voice was sweet and caring as she packed you a basket with treats for you and your grandma to share.

your mother trusted you enough with this, and you didn’t want to let her down. you missed your grandma terribly and wanted nothing more than to make it to her house safely.

but—there’s always a but.

you’re lost.

somehow you managed to stray from the trail. something distracted you, but in your fear you can’t even seem to recall what it was. one second you were walking the trail like a good daughter, and the next the sun was gone and so was the path.

you tried to find your way back, but it only caused you to be more confused and lost. it was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the full moon. you were whimpering in fear. the full moon only means one thing: wolves.

somewhere along your search back to the trail, you heard something. there was a snap! then it was quiet, too quiet. the silence is eerie, uncomfortable. you feel like you’re being watched… like something is there with you, watching you, waiting for you.

you let out another sound of distress, your ears flicking anxiously. you freeze when you hear the sound again, closer this time. you don’t move—you can’t. you’re frozen in place, just like a helpless prey.

“hello? is anyone there?” your voice shakes. you’re trembling, your fingers gripping the basket so tight that the wood starts to splinter. “hello?”

then, you hear a chuckle. the sound is low, deep, and it echoes and resonates deep within you.

“tsk, tsk, tsk.” the voice is getting closer. “poor little bunny, are you lost?”

your eyes widen like saucers when the owner of the voice shows itself. a wolf. you’re frozen in fear still, not knowing whether to run and hide or to freeze and accept your fate.

“w-wolf!” you stutter, your voice not able to reach a complete scream. you can’t scream, you can’t run. it’s too late.

“pretty bunny, are you lost?” the wolf repeats himself. “i can show you the way. i don’t bite.”

the wolf emphasizes the word with a big grin, the moonlight glints and his canines radiate.

“oh, what sharp teeth you have,” you whimper. “you’re not going to eat me?”

“no, bunny,” the wolf still has that wolfish grin on hus face. “i would never eat a bunny. i’m a nice wolf, you can trust me…”

“_____,” against your better judgement, you tell the wolf your name. “will you really show me the way?”

“yes, bunny,” the wolf nods, taking a few steps closer. his eyes rake up and down your trembling body, and his gaze stops at the very end of your cloak. “my name is sunghoon, bun.”

“s-sunghoon?”

the wolf, sunghoon, nods. “sounds so pretty comin’ from your mouth, bun. what are you doing out here all alone? it isn’t safe for an innocent bunny like you. you’d be eaten alive by some real bad wolves by now if i hadn’t found you.”

your cheeks heat, and your gaze drops to the floor. your ears droop at the shame of being lost. “i’m just trying to make it to my grandma’s house, mr. wolf. she lives near the middle of the forest, by the big lake.”

“ah, does she now?” sunghoon licks his lips. “i know exactly where that is. you’re lucky you ran into me tonight, bun. i can show you the way.”

“really?” you perk up, meeting his eyes again. he’s closer now, so close that if you reached your arm out you would be able to touch him. he smells… oddly okay, not like how the other bunnies at your village describe wolves to smell like. he smells of grass and flowers and oak, not like the blood of bunnies. “please, please, please!”

sunghoon chuckles, his gaze dark as he looks down at you. the height difference is jarring, he’s over a head taller than you, and from up close you can see that he’s big.

he’s way bigger than you, his arms are so big that the plain t-shirt he’s wearing looks small, way too small for his body. he has prominent veins along his forearms and hands that pop out and twitch with his every movement, and his chest is so extremely large that it looks as if he has ginormous pecs. his shoulders are so broad, and you think that sunghoon is probably very strong.

“of course, bunny. you just have to follow me. i know a shortcut to the lake. it’s very close, just up ahead. maybe another half mile.” sunghoon reaches his hand out, offering it to you. “come, bun. let me take you.”

you’re trusting—too trusting for your own good—as you take his hand, letting him enclose his large palm over your small hand.

sunghoon leads you deeper into the woods, and you follow him blindly. you can’t wait to be at your grandma’s house, and you trust that sunghoon will lead you there in no time.

it’s odd, though. you haven’t seen or heard a single animal or creature near you in minutes.

“you’re very pretty, bunny. your cloak seems so soft and warm.” sunghoon’s voice breaks the silence. “i wonder, what are you wearing underneath it?”

“thank you. my grandma gifted me this cloak,” you say, softly. “i’m wearing a dress my grandma also handmade for me.”

“mmm,” sunghoon hums. “you smell very good, bun. like chocolate and vanilla. i wonder how you taste, too.”

you shiver. “what?”

“nothing, bun. we’re almost there.”

you start to tremble again, but then you smell the water, and you know the lake is near. your parents always told you to not trust wolves, that wolves will only tear you apart and lick your bones clean one by one, but this wolf—sunghoon, has been trustworthy. he didn’t eat you.

the lake comes into view moments later, the water practically sparkles underneath the moonlight.

you gasp. “sunghoon! you really brought me here! thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“i told you, bunny,” sunghoon grins. “your grandma’s house should be near. are you staying overnight?”

“no, i’m supposed to return home tonight, my parents will be worried sick if i don’t…”

“then i shall wait for you, bun. i will accompany you on your way back home to make sure you make it safe and sound.”

“oh,” you say, surprised. “you would do that?”

“of course. i have to make sure you don’t get eaten by any wolves… hm?”

“o-okay,” you murmur, sheepish. “i shouldn’t be long.”

sunghoon nods, and you rush off to your grandma’s. her house is only around the corner, so the walk is quick.

you think about sunghoon the whole way there. he proved that wolves aren’t all bad. some wolves can be trusted and some wolves won’t eat you. everything you’ve learned about wolves was wrong, and you can’t wait to go back to your village and spread the new information you learned.

“grandma! i’m here!”

your grandma’s house is warm and comforting as you enter. you set the basket of goods on her small wooden table.

“dear! you made it!” your grandma approaches you, rushing you into a hug. “i was so scared, dear. it’s so late at night.”

“yes, grandma. i’m safe.” you reassure her. “mom packed you some sweets, your favorite.”

“ah, did she—” your grandma stills. “dear, what’s that smell?”

you sniff the air. “what do you mean?”

“you—you reek of wolf!”

“grandma, it’s okay! please, calm down! the wolf helped me here! he didn’t try to eat me!”

“you’re a traitor—traitor!” your grandma backs away in horror. “you brought a wolf here? you need to leave, now.”

“no, grandma, please! he wouldn’t hurt me, or you!” you reach for her, wanting to console her, but she flinches away like she’s been burned.

“no family of mine will be in contact with a wolf,” your grandma spits the word like it’s poison. “get out. never come back.”

“no, grandma!”

she rushes you out the door, locking it behind you and leaving you out in the cold with nothing but your cloak. you sniffle, hot tears making their way down your cheeks as you sob and knock on the door rapidly.

“grandma! please! let me in!” you cry, helplessly holding onto the doorknob like she’ll open it. “please!”

it seems like an eternity that passes before you get tired of trying. your grandma disowned you and left you in the cold. you can’t go back, what if the rest of the town also treats you the same way? what do you do?

you get a brilliant idea then. you’ll go to the lake and wash yourself. you’ll wash the scent of sunghoon away and make it back home. nobody will know.

you make it a few steps before you smell it again—him.

“bunny? what’s wrong?” sunghoon steps into view. his face is masked with concern and pity. “poor little bunny, why are you crying?”

“my grandma—she,” the thought of your grandma has you breaking down once more. you rush into sunghoon’s arms, his big chest comforts you. “she left me! she told me to get out as i smell like a wolf, and told me she never wanted to see me again!”

sunghoon cradles your head as you sob into his chest. “shh, there, there. it’ll be alright, bunny. she just doesn’t understand.”

“i have to go to the lake—i have to wash off before i go home. or else they—they won’t accept me back.”

“okay, bunny. let’s go to the lake and wash you off. then i’ll walk you home, okay?” sunghoon’s voice is deep and low, and somehow comforting.

you nod, sniffling, and let sunghoon lead you to the lake, hand in hand.

sunghoon is quiet as he leads you both knee deep into the water. he reaches for your cloak, and you let him undress you. your cries quiet now, only sniffles escape every few moments.

sunghoon drops your cloak somewhere below you, before reaching for the straps of your small, silk babydoll dress.

he sucks in a breath, but you’re too overwhelmed by your grandma to pay any mind to it. he undoes the straps one by one, before letting your dress slide down and fall into the water as well.

“bunny,” sunghoon murmurs. “kneel and wash yourself.”

you obey, making sure to rinse yourself and get rid of the wolf scent on you. after your fur is soaked and your body is freezing, you consider yourself clean enough.

“bunny, you’re shaking,” sunghoon says. “are you cold?”

you nod, and sunghoon coos. “but your clothes are all wet. whatever will we do?”

“i-i don’t know…” you’re freezing and trembling so much that your teeth chatter as your tail drips water into the lake. “it’s so cold.” you whine.

“aw, is my bunny cold?” sunghoon coos again. “do you need me to warm you up?”

you nod, and sunghoon grins. “come here, bunny. come to me.”

you step closer to him, and he pulls you in roughly. he wraps his arms around you, enclosing your body with his larger one. he’s so warm, extremely warm, and you let out a soft sigh as your body finally starts to warm up.

“you’re so small, bunny,” sunghoon’s breath hits your ears as he speaks. “and so soft, so supple and soft.”

you whine, shy, and then you feel it.

“s-sunghoon… something is poking me,” you whisper.

“is there?” sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and dripping something you aren’t sure of.

the hardness you feel twitches, pressing deeper against your thigh. you’re scared to look down, scared of what you might see.

“sunghoon, it—it’s…”

“fuck,” sunghoon growls, suddenly. you flinch at his outburst, your ears stiffening and standing tall upon your head. “i can’t hold back anymore.”

“sunghoon, what?” you say, your voice shaking.

sunghoon ignores you, picking you up and out of the water, carrying you in his arms as he reaches grass and mud again.

“you make me crazy, bun,” sunghoon’s voice is rough as he speaks. “i can’t hold back anymore. not when you’re nude and presenting yourself so nicely to me.”

“s-sunghoon?” you tremble in his hold. he releases you, then, to put you back onto your feet.

when you meet his eyes again, he looks different. gone is the comforting face you thought you knew, and now there’s a predatory, evil look in his eyes.

“please, sunghoon, you’re scaring me.” you plead, whisper. “sunghoon?”

it’s like he can’t hear you. he doesn’t answer as he leans down, his hands on your bare waist as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.

“fuck, bun, you smell so good,” sunghoon groans, and you feel the hardness return. sunghoon grinds against your leg, and your tail stiffens in fear. “you smell so delicious, bunny. so perfect for me. i’m going to tear you apart.”

“sunghoon, no! please!” you cry and beg. he wouldn’t eat you, he’d never, right?

“don’t worry, bun. i’m not going to eat you,” sunghoon chuckles and it vibrates against your skin. he licks a stripe from your collarbone to your ear, before whispering, “but i’m going to ravage you. you’re mine now, bunny.”

you tremble in his hold, cringing at the feeling of his tongue against your skin. “no! sunghoon! please, please!”

then suddenly, sunghoon lets you go. “no?”

“no!” you cry, pleading. “please!”

“run, bunny,” sunghoon smirks, his sharp canines making an appearance again. “i’ll count to three. i’ll give you a headstart. if i catch you, i get to take you.”

you turn on your heels immediately, scrambling to run for your life. you’re still naked, and the ground is rough on your feet as you try to dodge rocks and branches.

“one…”

you’re heaving, running so hard that you feel like you might throw up.

“two…”

but bunnies are known for being quick, aren’t they?

“three! i’m coming, bunny. you can’t hide from me!”

your heart drops. you don’t know where you are, but you know that sunghoon is already close, you hear his footsteps gradually getting closer to you, and you have nowhere to hide. you look around frantically, looking for something, anything.

your eyes land on a small hole, just big enough to burrow yourself in. that’s it, you think. you’ll hide there.

you’re almost in the hole, digging yourself deeper when you smell him.

“poor little bunny,” sunghoon’s voice is too close. “are you lost?”

he growls, and you feel his fingers close around your ankle as you get violently dragged from the hole. you were so close.

you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

“found you.” sunghoon looks crazy. he’s panting, his eyes wide with excitement. “i told you, you can’t hide from me. you’re mine. i could smell your fear from a mile away. could smell your sweet, little pussy calling out to me.

“no! please, let me go!” you thrash in his hold, but it’s no use. sunghoon is stronger than you as he straddles your hips, your wrists above your head and held by one of his hands as the other explores your body.

“shhh, bun. i’ll take good care of you,” sunghoon laughs, in a frenzy. “you smell unmated, fresh and sweet. i’ve never taken a bunny before. it’ll be both our first times, hm?”

you can’t reply anymore, you’re choking on your spit and tears, and you’re more than sure that there’s snot rolling down the sides of your cheeks as well.

“sweet, virgin bunny,” sunghoon leans in to lick your cheek, eating up all your tears and wetness. “you taste so good, i wonder how you taste down here.”

you kick your legs and thrash when sunghoon lifts his hips. it’s the wrong move, because sunghoon comes back up to snap his teeth at you. he bites at your jaw, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make you go limp—tranquilizing you.

“stay still, bunny. or i really might just eat you instead.”

you cry silently, finally giving up as sunghoon disappears below you. he spreads your legs open, exhaling at the sight of your pussy, all presented to him.

“you look delicious,” sunghoon leans in, inhaling deeply as he uses his fingers to spread your folds, exposing yourself to him. you feel wetness as he licks a stripe from your asshole to your clit. “you taste so good—i’m never going to get enough of you, bunny.”

you whimper as he licks you—practically eating you with his mouth. your clit is sensitive, the nub starting to swell against your will as he continues to devour you with his tongue.

“bunny,” sunghoon murmurs. “you like this, don’t you?”

“n-no! no, no!” you say, weak. you shake your head, trembling as your ears flatten.

“oh? but your body betrays you. your hole is already getting itself ready for my cock.” sunghoon chuckles, evil. “so wet already.”

sunghoon trails his fingers from your thighs to your pussy, and your hole flutters as he slowly sticks his two fingers past your entrance.

“fuck, bun, you’re so tight,” sunghoon groans. “your little virgin pussy is going to break when i get my cock in you. how are you going to take my knot like this?”

your eyes widen in fear. “knot? no—sunghoon, i can’t!”

“but you will,” sunghoon raises himself, and you’re horrified to see that he’s already nude. his cock is huge, hard and leaking. his cock is a deep shade of red, bordering on purple with how hard he is. “you’ll make it fit. it’s okay if it doesn’t. i’m still going to take you anyways.”

you shake your head as he gets closer to you, one hand around his cock as the tip prods at your entrance. “no! sunghoon! i’m not ready—you’re going to break me! please!”

sunghoon growls. “shut up. take it. take it like the innocent virgin bunny you are. i’m going to ruin you, you’re going to reek of alpha once i’m done with you. you’ll never be able to go home after this.”

he pushes into you roughly, and you can’t hold back the scream you let out. your voice cracks with the intensity of your scream. the pain is unbearable, your body just wants to cave in on itself and shut down.

“fuck, you’re so tight. i’m going to break you. i’m going to fill you with my litter. you’re never leaving, you’ll take my cum and carry my pups forever.”

sunghoon groans, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucks into you roughly, his balls slapping against your buttcheeks with every thrust. you smell the blood—the blood that leaves your cunt as sunghoon’s cock breaks past the first layer inside of you. it drips down your cheeks and onto the dirty ground beneath you, and you’re ashamed.

you’re no longer a virgin anymore. you’ve been taken and broken in by the worst kind—a wolf.

sunghoon growls, animalistic, slamming into you at a pace ao brutal that it bruises your insides—bruising your cervix. then you feel it, the tip of his cock breaching so deep into you, practically reaching your womb.

“you feel that?” sunghoon groans, rolling his eyes. “i’m so deep inside you, bunny. i’ve broken you, i’m going to fuck you so good, every day, every day until your stomach is round with my pups. and then i’ll do it again, and again, and again.”

you cry, but your body betrays you. the pain and pleasure makes you want to just die. you’re torn between submitting and fighting back.

your body seems to decide for you as you tighten around sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, yeah, you like this, don’t you? you like being used by me, huh? fucking whore. just wanted to get your virginity stolen away from you by a big, bad wolf, hm? that’s all you really needed, right?”

sunghoon never lets up. his cock pushes past the entrance of your womb with every thrust, and he’s losing himself in the feeling of being inside your tight, wet heat. your walls are so soft, so tight, practically sucking him in every time he pulls back out, just to slam back in harder than before.

your body keeps betraying you, because on a particularly hard thrust, you seize up, releasing wet, clear liquid all over sunghoon’s cock.

“i’m—i’m peeing!” you squeal, your release still squirting like a waterfall on sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, bunny, your little pussy just squirted all over me. you like it that much? fuck, fuck,” sunghoon growls, leaning down and pressing his face into your neck. “that’s it, keep squirting on alpha’s cock, just like that. make it all wet for me, fuck!”

sunghoon does the unimaginable then; he bites you. his teeth sink deep into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, biting down and breaking skin, his canines drawing blood from you.

you cry and scream and thrash in his hold, your pussy weakly clenching around his cock as he forces his mating bite onto you—claiming you as his for life.

you feel his cock swell, growing larger and bigger. you panic, trying to push him off of you, but it’s no use. he’s going to knot you, and you have no choice but to take it.

he pushes into you, breaking you open and shoving his knot inside of you. it hurts, you feel like you’ve been ripped open, and you can feel his body shake with pleasure as he finally releases his cum into your womb.

he keeps grinding and grinding as his cock shoots out more cum, filling you up with his white, hot release, marking you from the inside out.

he releases your neck, then, finally pulling his teeth out of you. you meet his eyes in horror, your mouth dropping open with a sob when you see blood—your blood all over sunghoon’s lips and chin.

he smirks, his teeth stained red, as he licks his lips.

“you’re mine now, little bunny. you can’t ever hide from me again.”

sunghoon grinds his cock, inflated with his knot, inside of you, and you know now—this is never going to end.

2. Cheetah Jungwon has fangs; slight, but sharp. He gets obsessive about leaving his mark, especially where only he gets to see.

He’s got your legs over his shoulders, deep inside you, pace deliberate but rough. His eyes flicker gold when he bites down on the inside of your thigh.

“Mm, look at you. Marked up and dripping for me,” he says, licking over the bite gently. “You like when I leave proof, don’t you?”

You moan, overstimulated, and his tail curls tight around your ankle.

“That’s it. Let them all see you limp tomorrow. Let them ask what happened. Let them know.”

3. He doesn’t like competition. Doesn’t like when someone else thinks they can have what’s his. and neither does he shy away if the moment calls for him to claim you.

Once, after a party where someone flirted too long with you, he didn’t speak all the way home. But as soon as the door closed...

“You let him touch your arm,” he growls, pushing you against the wall. “Should I remind you who you belong to?”

His hand slips between your thighs, already soaked. “Ah… see? Your body remembers. Even if your mind forgets.”

He’ll drag you to the bed, lips on your throat, voice low:

“Let me ruin you tonight. So you won’t even think of anyone else.”

4. He likes control, but not cruelty. He likes seeing you undone again and again, until you’re too wrecked to beg.

You're trembling, already on your third orgasm, and he’s still thrusting; slow, deep, overwhelming.

“Shhh, you're okay. You're taking my cock so well, baby.”

“Feel how good you’re squeezing me? So desperate. So greedy for my babies, hmm?.”

He leans down, licks a tear off your cheek, and kisses your lips softly despite the intensity of the moment.

“Give me one more. You can do that for me, can’t you? my pretty little human... mine to fuck, mine to wreck, mine to love.”

After it’s all over, he pulls you into his lap, wrapping his tail around your waist and purring softly.

“Did I go too hard?”

“No? Good. But I still wanna take care of you. You were perfect.”

He kisses every bruise and bite, runs a damp cloth over your body gently, whispers praises in your ear.

“So sweet. So good for me... I’ll make you feel loved until you forget anyone else ever tried.”

5. Jungwon has a habit of silently slipping into your space; lithe, graceful, predatory in the most affectionate way. You barely notice he’s there until he’s sliding between your arms, nuzzling into your chest like it’s the only place he belongs. His tail twitches behind him as he lets out a low, rumbling purr.

He doesn't even think; he just has to be there. His tongue flicks out to taste the warm skin between your breasts, slow and lazy.

"You smell so good," he mutters, voice hoarse, purr vibrating against your sternum.

6. Licks. So many licks. He's a cheetah-hybrid.. of course he shows affection that way.

You feel his tongue drag slowly across your cleavage, then his lips trail soft, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum.

He hums as if tasting something divine. “You always seem to enjoy this.. is this why you ignore me on purpose?,” he whispers smugly.

7. Once he's nestled between your chest, it’s game over. He refuses to move. He wraps his arms around your waist, tail curling around your thigh, face pressed between your breasts like it’s a pillow.

He purrs like a content kitten, occasionally nipping playfully at the exposed skin. “You’re mine,” he murmurs, possessive but drowsy.

8. What starts as sleepy snuggles quickly turn into slow teasing. Him stroking your back with his tail, his breath warm against your skin, whispering things he knows make you squirm.

His sharp canines graze your collarbone as he murmurs, “You’re so soft... how am I supposed to sleep like this?”

9. His hybrid instincts mean everything is intensified; your scent, your sounds, your touch. Even your breath hitching sends a pulse straight to his lower belly. He can sense when you're ready to be knotted and bred by him.

When you're aroused? He knows before you do. And it drives him absolutely wild.

"You're trying to hide it again," he murmurs, nose brushing your neck. "But your scent gives you away."

10. Jungwon doesn’t play when it comes to what’s his. He’ll leave love bites, claw-like scrapes on your thighs or hips (not enough to hurt. just enough to remind you), and low purring growls as he does it.

“I want you covered in me. No one should look at you without knowing you’re mine.”

11. Between his hybrid nature and his need to taste everything he loves, that tongue is lethal. It’s not just for licking your chest, it’s for slow, torturous drags up your thighs, lazy circles at your pulse points, and teasing flicks behind your ear while he whispers dirty things.

12. When his heat spikes, maybe from your scent, maybe because he’s been away from you too long... he snaps.

His voice drops, his pupils dilate, and everything about him gets more aggressive and primal. He grips your hips tighter, speaks in broken, growled sentences, and doesn’t let up until you’re a breathless mess.

“Need you. Now. Not asking.”

13. Jungwon’s tail isn’t just a cute accessory. It’s alive with nerve endings, sensitive to touch, and very much a part of his mood.

When he’s aroused or possessive? It flicks, coils, and wraps. When you touch it intentionally? He growls.

“Careful. You don’t know what you’re asking for when you grab it like that.

14. When he’s needy or territorial, he loops his tail around your thigh, waist, or wrist — like an instinct to keep you tethered to him.

It’s not just possessive, it’s teasing. His tail caresses your skin, tickling sensitive spots, sometimes slipping beneath the hem of your clothes with a mind of its own.

"It has a mind of its own, you know. But I won’t stop it if you like it…”

15. When cuddling? Innocent. When not cuddling? Very much not innocent. His tail sneaks between your thighs, rubbing softly while he kisses you slow, deep, desperate.

He doesn’t even touch you with his hands, instead sometimes lets his tail do all the teasing while he murmurs filth against your lips.

it was late, past midnight when you felt yourself get needy.

its not new to you, from within the midnight hours that your mind just keeps on running and soon enough you need to get off. but what was new, was the conversation you and jake had the week prior.

you both wanted to try some things out in bed, you both gave your ideas and talked. one of the ideas was waking him up by touching him, or just completely using him and hope he doesnt wake.

he told you that he wanted to try it out, but don’t mention whenever you want to do it, he really wants to experience that shocking pleasure.

so tonight was the night.

jake was a pretty normal sleeper, never too light and never too deep. so you had to be careful, you didnt know how he was sleeping this night. you moved around on the bed, slowly taking off your panties before removing the blanket.

his body shifted, but he stayed asleep.

you moved your hands to palm against his boxers, as you both never sleep fully clothed anyways, it was easy to get this started. his breathing was normal so you took this chance to slowly pull his boxers down, watching how his cock moved to lay against his stomach.

you wrapped your fingers around his length and took the tip into your mouth, his cock twitching and he scrunched his nose—but stayed asleep. you licked around his base and slowly took all of him into your mouth, feeling how his cock was slowly but surely getting harder by each second.

bobbing your head gently, you started to suck him off. your cheeks hallow as your tongue was flat against his length, your eyes never leaving his face. it was exciting, how nervous you were with trying to not wake him up, but those nerves kept you going.

he slightly moved in his sleep, a soft huff of air leaving his lips as you sucked him, lifting off to lick around his tip before going back down, his fingers slightly gripping onto the bedsheets.

you didnt stop, your eyes glued onto your lover as he stirred in his sleep, whimpers leaving his lips as his hips bucked up, causing his cock to push deeper. his breathing was heavy, his cheeks red and you could tell even when he was asleep, he was close.

you lifted off his cock and wrapped a hand around it, fast but gentle, you started to pump your hand. watching his stomach rise and fall then tighten as he got closer, his moans slightly louder but breathy. his hips jolted up and he came, white sticky liquid seeping out of his tip, falling down onto your hand.

after he came, you pulled away. your cunt soaking with need as you carefully climbed on top of him, positioning his hard cock to your entrance. with a deep breath you pushed down, a gasp leaving your lips as he filled your wet pussy with his leaking cock.

jake let out a whine at this touch, his face scrunching up again and he moved, your hands pushing his chest down softly as you fully sat yourself on his cock. waiting a few minutes before you started to roll your hips, feeling how his cock was slowly moving inside you.

oh you couldnt wait to see jaeyun’s eyes as he woke up, how he’d react. after a while, you quickened your pace, still keeping it gentle but his length was now hitting deep inside you, your head falling forward to watch his face, listening to all the quiet whines and moans he’s letting out, unknowingly being used.

“mmmh..” jake moaned, his fingers gripping the sheets tighter as you rolled your hips, you could tell he’s dreaming about it. this was probably messing up his dream, his hips slightly moving up into you. you moaned softly, trying to keep quiet.

this was one of the best ideas jake had ever talked about with you, the fear of him waking up while hes deep inside your cunt, the fear of you not being able to get off before he wakes up. the thought of just being able to use his body and have him be so oblivious the next day, oh that got you worked up. slowly pulling off to push back down, your hands on his chest so gently but still enough to keep you up.

you were so caught up in thought you didnt even realize jake was slowly waking up, his eyes still puffy from sleep but his mouth hung open, whines leaving it. “yn..?” he asked so softly.

your walls squeezed around him in surprise, your movements stopping fully. you looked down at your boyfriend and couldnt help but smile at him, he looked so confused but his face was covered in a beautiful blush.

“hi, puppy..” you whispered, leaning down to give him a soft kiss, deepening it instantly. his hands moving to grip onto your waist as you moved your hips again, him moaning against your mouth.

taking it as he’s awake now, you sped up. not too caring about being careful, you pulled back from the kiss and leaned up, hips lifting off him before slamming back down.

“oh! fuck, oh my god,” jake moaned out, his nails digging into your skin as he pushed his hips up into yours. usually, you would tell him not to but you needed him, you needed to release. he saw that and quickened his pace against yours, with you bouncing on his cock and his hips slamming up into your cunt, your mind was getting fuzzy.

“fuck, puppy! feeling so full,” you moaned out, his cock twitching at the praise. he couldnt stop himself, fucking into your pussy like a dog in heat, he was whining and panting, his eyes filled with lust and love, his mouth open for all his sounds to escape for you.

“can i? please please,” he begged and you knew what he wanted. with a quick nod from you, jake had flipped you both over and laid you on your back as he fucked into your cunt, still pretty much half asleep. but neither of you cared, his tip hitting all the right places having you cry out for him.

“fuck, fuck.. mmmh!” jake moaned, his mind just full of you. his cock thrusting hard and fast, the sinful sounds of your wetness against his cock made him go crazy, he had to fill you up.

jake didnt have any idea he had came just minutes before waking up, he wasnt focused on the sensitivity around his cock but just focused on filling you up. your hands placed themselves on his shoulders, arching into his thrusts and letting out all sorts of sounds for him.

jake loved hearing you, loved making you feel good. it was like a puppy begging to be rewarded for doing a trick, he always tasked himself to make you cum on his cock, and everytime he succeeds. and this was no different, he continued to pound into you, his face slowly trickling with sweat as he watched you.

“you’re so wet n’ tight,” he spoke softly, his lips staying parted as he panted, eyes rolling back slightly when you clenched around him, his hips stuttering.

you felt yourself get close, the knot in your stomach tightening with each rough thrust from jake and when his tip hit your cervix you came with a loud broken cry, hips bucking into his own and your legs trembled.

but jake wasnt done.

no, he was chasing his own high now. he watched your face, watched how much pleasure you seemed to be in and he fucked faster, less hard and just more speed. he needed that release, he was more awake than ever in this moment and with you tightly squeezed around his cock, it was almost too much for him.

“please, let me cum,” he begged, his words almost drowning in the sound of his hips snapping into you, but you heard him. you saw how desperate he was, and how could you ever resist him?

“cum for me,” you replied and within seconds he slammed hard into you then stilled, his cum shooting into your pussy. he came with a loud moan, falling onto your chest.

it took him a few seconds to return back to reality, but once he did he was smiling like an idiot. you giggled and gave his lips a kiss.

“please do that again.” he asked, a blush across his face.

“oh my sweet boy, i’m never stopping.” you smiled, watching how his eyes slowly turned sleepy and then lights out once again for your sweet puppy.

you and heeseung had been dating for just over four months and it was about time that you both had started to want to experience in bed with each other. wanting to see how well your bed life would go together, even though you already knew it would do wonders.

and you were right.

heeseung obeyed your wish to start slow, to not actually fuck you yet, but just getting off with one another’s bodies. but you didnt know how desperate just that would make you.

you were laid down on the bed, legs spread open while heeseung was between them, his hard and leaking cock just resting on your pussy. not pushing in, just resting on it. you whined and heeseung only smirked, his hips slowly rolling forward, making his cock rub against your clit, the folds of your cunt desperately trying to wrap around his length.

“fuck..” he groaned, his hands gently resting on your thighs as he continued to slowly roll his hips. not rushing, not overwhelmingly, but calmly. his dick though—was throbbing.

he needed to get inside you as soon as possible, but he knew you wanted to go slow. you havent had much sex experience before him and this being your first time with him, heeseung didnt want to scare you off.

but every fucking second was pushing his buttons, testing his will power. he desperately wanted to ruin you, make you scream his name, fill you up with his seed so much where you feel like you could explode. but he waited.

“mmh, oh god,” you breathed out softly, head fallen back onto the pillows. your lips slightly parted open and every so often ,, small whimpers would leave your mouth—only driving heeseung more insane.

“yeah? how’s it feeling, baby?” heeseung asked, his voice already breathless. his tone wasnt anything but genuine, wondering how good he’s making you feel from just this. begging for you to praise him, need him, crave him.

you blushed softly as heeseung’s right hand went to caress your stomach, watching it suck in from the warm touch before relaxing again. “it’s good, so good,” you moaned quietly, his eyes lighting up as if you just gave him his favorite candy.

“can i go faster?” he asked. the second you nodded your head, his pace quickened. not too fast to be overwhelming, no, he knew better. it picked up slowly but surely. the redden head of his cock brushing so gently over your clit, your legs twitching everytime.

“mm, hee..” you moaned. heeseungs hips jolted forward, earning a gasp from you and a groan from him. his mind was drowning in thoughts of just you and with the sound of you calling out his name in such a sinful manner, oh he was gone.

“yeah, princess?” he replied back, eyes watching your face make all sorts of expressions, showing him how good he is doing. you didnt even say a word when you moved your hand to grab his and brought it up to your chest, allowing his hand to grasp a hold of your breast.

heeseung cupped your tit and gave it a gentle squeeze, his heart pounding when you let out a needy whimper, hips jutting up into his own thrusts. he wasnt sure how much longer he could take in just this, with how good you sound, look, feel.

heeseung must of pulled back a bit too much to you because in just mere moments his tip would be pushing slightly through your entrance, his mouth open as he leaned forward to take your lips into a kiss, his hips fully pushing forward into yours to push his cock all the way inside your cunt. you moaned loud but muffledly against his lips, your back arching off the bed and chest pushing against his own.

you placed your hands onto his chest and pushed him back gently, not rough to make it seem as if you were uncomfortable, but back enough in pleasure and shock that you just had to see what he did. and when you gave it a look, you felt yourself start to leak more.

“fuck, fuck, heeseung—“ you whined, not used to the feeling of being filled up. especially not by someone as big as heeseung. he could only fake a gasp and mumble out apologies.

“fuck—baby—i’m sorry, it slipped in—“ he tried to say, but you saw right through him. though, you didnt even mind anymore, you weren’t angry because how could you be angry at him when he’s now fucking into your pussy softly? making it feel like he’s tearing you apart from doing nothing but soft thrusts.

“oh my god—just—just fuck me,” you whimpered, pushing your hips back against his own, trying to get more from him. and how could heeseung ever resist a request like that? he grabbed onto your hips from both sides and pulled almost all the way out before he pushed back in, doing that over and over again while he slowly picked up the speed with each thrust.

the sounds of your wet pussy being fucked in by his cock echoed through the room, followed by loud moans from him and yourself. heeseung was now pounding into you—fast and rough—you were on fire, your mind was blank and all you could feel was heeseung.

“shit, princess, taking me so well,” he praised. his cock twitching between your walls as he desperately fucked into your heat. your stomach started to twist, your breathing started to stager, chest heaving. you knew you were getting close.

“‘m gunna cum, hee—“ you cry out, thighs trembling from either side of his waist, he didnt slow down. he only went faster, his long thrusts making your body jolt forward with each fuck into you. he needed to see your face when you came, he needed to see how fucking gorgeous you looked.

“cum for me, cmon, make a mess on my cock.” he groaned, nails now starting to dig into your skin as he got rougher, pure desire to make you cum. your back arched off the bed again and your hands flew to his arms, desperately trying to hold onto something as you came onto him. “fuck! fuck! heeseung,,” you moan out.

he didnt stop like you thought he would, he only started to chase his own high, pushing your legs close to your chest so he could fall deeper into your heat, hitting all new places to you. your whines and moans never ending, which only made him harder.

“feels so good, baby, your pussy swallowing my cock up so well,” he moaned lowly. sweat slowly starting to form on his skin, his hair covering his eyes as he only focused on using your cunt. the overwhelming feeling of being used after you came was catching up to you. your body twitching and trying to pull away from his thrusts, but he only fucked into you harder.

“please, hee—can’t take anymore,” you cried, but he only shook his head. watching how your eyes started to form tears but your face didnt show any signs of discomfort, just overwhelming pleasure.

“you can take it, your pussy was made for me, baby.” he praised, his thrusts getting sloppier as he felt his high coming. he watched as you practically screamed out his name when you came for a second time, your body worn out but heeseung needed to fill you up. he needed to claim the insides of your cunt, mark them with his own seed.

“fuck, princess, im gonna cum. gonna fill you up,” he moaned. you nodded quickly, toes curling up as he fucked into you once, twice and three more times before he pushed his cock deep inside and stilled, hips slightly twitching as he released inside your walls.

heeseung let go of your legs and let them fall to the sides of him again as he leaned down to kiss your lips, chest up against your own. you moaned into the kiss and let him fuck out his high into you.

“guess that wasnt starting out so slow,” heeseung laughed, only making you roll your eyes at him lovingly. “says the one who tried to use ‘it slipped’, like really?” you fought back at him, watching his face turn red in blush.

he pulled out slowly and went to grab some clean up clothes, helping you to the bathroom so you both could shower. you got in and he got in after you, allowing the warm water to hit your bodies.

“okay, but it really did just slip in—“

“heeseung.”

“okay, my bad.”

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just a lazy smile painted on heeseungs face as you fuck yourself on his fingers. it really doesn’t take much to get you sensitive and gasping out their names after a few hits.

both jake and heeseung are doing no better. heeseung pathetically bucks his hips upwards each time you let out a moan when his fingers curl just right inside of you.

“y’look so pretty…” jake sighs, palming himself over his jeans.

and heeseung, being the ever loving friend he is, takes one of your hands and guides it to jakes lap before planting wet, sloppy kisses against your neck.

your hand is pumping jakes cock, eliciting gasps and small whines from him as he thrusts upwards into your hand, chasing his own release.

heeseung continues to drive you to the edge, and as soon as you cum, he pulls his fingers out and lifts you off his lap.

it’s shocking to you how he suddenly manhandles you over jakes lap, who was now leaning against the car door with his legs spread, creating room for you.

but in this position, you’re face to face with him while heeseung kneels behind you.

you fall flat into jakes chest when heeseung enters you in one swift motion, rocking the car with each thrust.

“god… you feel so good,” he pants out before spitting directly onto his own cock, making it messy just the way he likes it. “so wet for me.”

you whine into jakes chest, tears lining your eyes because it just felt that good. jake lifts your head, hands squishing your cheeks. he wants something.

“touch me please, baby…”

spitting into your hand, you wrap it around his throbbing length once more. its sloppy the way you jerk him off, with your other hand digging into his neck to keep yourself stabilized while heeseung pound into you.

the windows are foggy, and the smoke from earlier only makes it more hazy. heeseung switches his pace, doing what feels best for him, from deep, slow thrusts to fast and brutal thrusts.

jake rolls his head back, hitting the car window. you grab his face and slam your lips onto his. your hand still pumping him, swallowing each and every moan he lets out.

you know he’s close when his stomach starts to tense, his thighs twitching and his hips start to buck upwards. you’re close too.

“ngh—i’m gonna cum,” you whimper loudly against jakes lips. “h-heeseung, i’m gonna-“

heeseung lets out a string of curses, quickening his pace even after your cunt flutters around him. your cries could be heard outside the car and the sounds only push jake over the edge with you, cum shooting from his cock, hitting your stomach and drenching your hand.

the male behind you suddenly pulls out, lifting your body once more. he’s eager, too horny to think. heeseung pushes you towards jake, and you know what he wants.

“c-can’t…” your voice cracks as you attempt to slide down jakes hardening cock.

“you can, babygirl, come on.” heeseung responds softly, hands on your hips as he guides you lower, ignoring jakes sharp gasps from the sensitivity. “ride him—i know you can do it.”

your thighs tremble with each roll of your hips. both you and jake are a whimpering mess, whispering out small praises to each other.

“s-so good—fuck!” jakes hips buck upwards, causing you to yelp out and he’s quick to take back control. “so warm… your pussy feels so good.”

you turn your head in attempt to look behind you, and you’re immediately greeted by a sweaty heeseung pumping his own cock, getting off by the scene in front of him.

“you look so p-pretty, baby, look at you.” he rambles, breathy groans leaving his lips. “riding him so good…”

you reach back and pull him by his shirt, crashing your lips against his, drool dripping from your mouths in a desperate attempt at dominance over each others tongues.

heeseung grinds into your back side, you can still feel his hand fisting his cock, ready to spill but he holds back. “wan’ you to cum again.” he mutters against you lips.

your mind is in a complete haze, clouded by sex and weed. you pathetically grab at heeseung and jake, wanting everything they can give you at once.

“heeseung,” you manage to squeak out, voice slurring with pleasure. “want you inside too.”

and he cums right there, hot ropes of cum coating your lower back as he milks his own cock with his hand. you clench around jake, tears rolling down your cheeks as your third orgasm hits you hard, falling into his chest.

but it doesn’t stop there. it never stops at that.

“thank you,” you blush, “i didn’t expect you to be so handsome either..”

“you didn’t?” he asks, brows furrowing and his eyes darken. for a moment, he frightens you, and you scramble to respond.

“no, no, i mean, yes! i just.. you’re so attractive..”

“for a criminal, right?”

you gulp. his expression is playful, the corners of his mouth curling into a wider smile than previously, but his eyes. it’s not as though there was nothing behind them, you could see there’s something. his eyes are just not what you would expect someone who’s grinning to look like. they remain dark, and his gaze deepens.

“come here,” he lowers his voice, leaning into the table between you and motioning with a subtle nod. shamefully quick, you scoot your chair towards the corner of the table, wincing as the feet squeak against the tile floor. you shoot a glance to the guard who is supposed to be keeping an eye on sunghoon, but he seems to be more focused on chatting with the colleague standing next to him.

“closer,” he murmurs, staring at your lap, and you subconsciously reach for the hem of your skirt to tug it down from riding up your thighs. you squirm, you’re close enough to him that when you do, your knees brush against his. he reaches over, fingertips grazing your soft skin. he’s able to rub against your thigh with how far his chains let him reach.

“come on,” he huffs, and you instinctively move forward to sit towards the end of your chair, parting your legs slightly. he reaches under your skirt, rough fingertips coming into direct contact with your wet heat.

“not wearing any panties? did you plan this?” he seethes, swiping a cold digit through your folds. you try to close your legs again, cheeks flushing red. you’re filled with fear at the thought of being caught by one of the staff. your thoughts are soothed soon enough though, when sunghoon slips a finger inside of you, your walls fluttering to accommodate it.

“you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? i imagine you can take more than just this,” he coos, adding another finger before giving you proper time to adjust to the first one. your pussy feels so full, with both of his fingers snug inside you, gliding against your smooth, velvety walls. for sunghoon, it was the first time in months he’s felt a woman’s heat envelope his senses like this, and from what you’d told him prior, it’s the first time in a long time you’ve indulged in pleasure like this, too.

“that’s it,” he says, savouring how your cunt clenches and gapes with his movements, your breath grows shallower the deeper he pushes. “you seem like a natural at this, have you been practicing for me?”

“no,” you whine, trying to keep your voice as low as possible. “w-waited for you,” your toes curl, slowly rocking your hips forward along the edge of the chair.

“such a good girl, bet you’ve been dreaming about me, about this..” he curves his fingers upwards, finding your sweet spot with ease. “haven’t you, sweetheart? you wanted this so bad, didn’t you.. showing up here, bare like this…”

you moan, shoving your fist in your mouth as far as you can, stifling the remaining whimpers that threaten to spill from your lips. you want to beg sunghoon to keep going, faster, but you can’t trust yourself not to be too loud. you try to plead with your eyes, but he’s not looking at you. at least, not your face. he’s staring intently at the sliver of your pussy peeking out from beneath your crinkled skirt. he behaves like a man possessed as he works his fingers in and out of your tight cunt. even without your begging and whining, he knows you need more to finish. he knows how greedy you are, otherwise you would’ve never come this far.

you’re pushed over the edge finally as he brushes his thumb up against your clit, giving it just enough attention for the band inside of you to snap. arousal gushes along the inner flesh of your thighs, dribbling down sunghoon’s wrist as he guides you through the rest of your orgasm. he pulls his hand away all too soon for your liking, leaving your hole clenching around nothing and your walls aching for more.

sunghoon wipes your wetness off his fingers on the edge of your skirt before tugging it back into place. he places the sole of his shoe on one of the legs of your chair and gives it a shove. you take the hint and shuffle your seat back to where it’s supposed to be. your cheeks are red and burning, your hair damp against your temples. you cast a few nervous glances around the room, but other than sunghoon, no one seems to be paying you any attention. it feels odd almost, that even in such a setting, committing such an act, you are still paid no mind.