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[horanghoe]

until it hurts a little less - part 2.I

MAIN MASTERLIST /// TXT MASTERLIST /// IMAGE MASTERPOST UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.II CONTINUED]

group: TXT

pairing: Yeonbin (Yeonjun & Soobin) x Reader (Fem perspective)

genre: hybrid, angst, fluff, heavy smut, minors dni !!

word count: 39k / split into 2 posts

T/W’s : under the line

A HUGE THANK YOU TO MY FRIENDS & BETA READERS ~ Saffron & @pyeonghongrie & all of MTG and especially the furry babes: @slightlymore @raibebe @starlitmark @wooahaeproductions [extra credit for the above mb!! tysm beeeeeee] @atiny-piratequeen <3 & anyone else I have tortured with brain rot and updates

AUTHORS NOTES - Wow. Thank you everyone for your patience. This has been many many months of chipping away at a small idea to make it into a now infamous [among friend circles] 40k hybrid fic. This draft has gone through a breakup, different jobs, and different living scenarios, phew! Following from the kitty Beomgyu saga the series now dives into new and hot Yeonbin dynamics. I look forward to feedback & interest in a small cuddle pile epilogue and editing of old works to bring them up to date. Lots of love, Wren 🦝💗

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

My Oh My - Camilla Cabello FT. DaBaby

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel

Beast Of Burden - The Rolling Stones

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

I Want You to Want Me - Cheap Trick

No Strings Attached (Enemies to Lovers) - Backseat Vagabond

Feel free to suggest others! :>

Trigger warnings ♡

voyeurism [aka sex in a public place], intimate scenes in an open late-night diner, a third watches with consent and an invite but is named perversive for comedic effect, submissive reader, female POV reader, AFAB reader, female pronouns & genitalia descriptives, occasional degrading words/actions with active consent, height kink, size kink, slight dacryphilia scene, crying [out of the context of sex], mention of unfulfilling ex-partners, sex in the rain(?), mention of blood, sub-mode or trusting others to make decisions after sex [safe, loving, no fear here but do need to warn], choking [mild, not to the point of harm].

hybrid content such as scenting marking and knotting; themes of possessiveness and alllll the animalistic features from that.

All of the above are willing and consenting for every party present (apart from Bangchan/diner staff). If you cannot stomach voyeurism, skip about halfway and you can still enjoy the last half of the fiction. :]

Yeonjun sat opposite you, at the most unfortunate angle.

He had just dived forward and sprawled himself across the round diner table; a half-chugged milkshake gripped in his hands and a barely-smoked cigarette sat burning between his forefingers. His eyes were pinched in curiosity, and the mischief hanging onto his aura was unmistakable.

He was in the process of poking at you until you squirmed. 

Like he always did, whenever the two of you were alone. It's what he did best. 

Only, the repercussions were different here. And you were very much, not alone.

"So, have the two of you fucked?" Yeonjun asked abruptly; mute in tone but with a foxish grin peeling his lips wide as if dinner had just been served steaming hot and inches away from his face.

The break in silence made Soobin, the large black-haired Doberman Pinscher, groan loudly. He rolled his head and eyes back against the high diner seats that encompassed the three of you. 

He was about to tell his friend to mind his own fucking business, but you beat him to it.

You scoffed, your skin hot, and your heart missed a beat as it pumped in your chest. 

"Fuck off, fox."

His reaction to your pushback was slow. 

The fox's eyes blinked, and his cheek twitched. Before finally, Yeonjun’s lip quirked; and the canines on his left side were on full display. 

With a wink, he pulled his body back from the sprawled-out position facing you on the table; sipping on the straw of his milkshake as he went.

"So you have. And you liked it, by the sound of things. Hmm. That's good to know. Explains why you’re sat here still stinking like a very sickly pussy cat."

Soobin kissed his teeth and thumped his thin solid black tail against the seat.

"Why don’t you ask Gyu, instead of the girl, June? And, if that is the case; I’m not even sure why you would be asking anyway. You would owe me a large fucking bet, foxy bingo." 

Yeonjun made an exasperated sound, turning to the taller more agitated friend on his right side.

“Yeah right! The guy would maul me. Those cat bites are gnarly. And I don’t owe you shit!”

An accusing finger - well, two, holding a cigarette - stuck out in the gap between the two men.

“So what makes you think it’s okay to interrogate Y/N?” Soobin growled in a steady low tone. His jaw had grit and his sharp ears had pulled back; sharp cheeks pulled taught.

Soobin's growl cut the air and your skin grew warm. 

You darted your eyes downward to pick at the peeling varnish on your nails while the boys glared at each other. You didn’t want to be the subject of tension, this is exactly what you had wanted to avoid.

After a tense pause; Yeonjun finally let up. He kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes to slouch back against the seat; ears tilted in submission. He looked much like a teenager with that pout and sass. A crack in his serious facade.

Another win for Soobin.

“Look,” Yeonjun started. He reached his arms across the table, tapping as he went to get your attention. You looked up. “We all know you guys have been very fucking exclusive lately, not to mention you never leave the damn house anymore outside of work -” 

“Dude - shut up!” Soobin punched his friend's leg. 

“Not cool!” The fox yelped, elbowing him back. But it didn’t seem to deter him at all. His sharp eyes quickly returned to you. 

Yeonjun sipped on his milkshake with a shit-eating grin, before looking between the two of you and judging whether he could keep poking at the subject.  

“What?! I’m sorry okay, it’s the talk of the town, and I have to know about it.” 

Soobin curled his lip, unamused. Yeonjun was digging himself a hole.

“What? Am I not going to try and get the goss straight from the business babe's mouth?” 

“How about you tell us - in fine detail - about your current love excursion, instead? Go on Jun, we’d love to hear all about her leaving your ass on read. And the cheating. Cheating, on you, of all people! Twice!! And you never even made it official!”

You knew of the girl Soobin hinted. 

It was meant to be nothing but a summer night fling, but poor Junnie’s feelings got caught up in the mix. The one fatal flaw in networking, and the cardinal sin when being a player kingpin; was the chance of falling in love. 

He had come to you for advice a while ago about it. But some things just eventually kill themselves, and you just have to revel in the open closure; never to see that person again, never to get the final word. 

You had no doubt the mention pained the fox, by the expression on his face.

“That is - She is entirely beside the point! And, unrelated to the topic!” Yeonjun yipped, pulling back his ears before they perked back up to shift between you desperately. “Plus, I’m not exactly wrong; Y/N never wants to hang out with anyone anymore -”

“We have fucked.” You offered with a shrug. You remained staring at your fingers; but felt their ears pin-point on a swivel towards you. “A few times, yeah.”

You offered up the information to distract from the potentially genuine heartbreak Yeonjun could be feeling mid-gathering. But your voice shrunk as quickly as your confidence did. If you did have hybrid ears; they would have peeled backwards against your head by now. 

“But we aren’t exclusive. We are… a thing, maybe more so emotionally, but we’re not, like -” You struggled to find the words that didn’t insinuate what it had become; friends with benefits. You hated the judgement, and so settled on; “- out, as a unit. Publicly. Like, at work. Or anywhere where family is concerned. We don’t vibe like that.”

The tall hound that sat opposite you carefully assessed you as you spoke. 

Both his nose and his ears twitched as they picked up on your pulse that had started to race very suddenly; air caught tight in your lungs. 

He could smell your anxiety, and endeavoured to counter it, quickly.

“Like I said in the text, I like being with you guys, and Gyu’s cool with that. He assures me I can make decisions for myself now, for the most part, I just -” 

You puffed a huge intake of breath, darting your eyes between them before reaching to pick at the table edge instead, spilling out an explanation so rapid and tight in tone that Yeonjun almost missed the first half of it.

“I find it hard to meet people nowadays - new or old. Socialising in groups has become really tricky for me. Humans are hard work, and I just don’t get Hybrids - like, they’re so unpredictable, and then, non-prey types make me even more anxious… I just - I don’t - even know how to even begin to talk to people anymore, let alone ask for help - but I thought you guys might… Get it, you know? Like, Gyu is mostly indifferent, he doesn’t understand what I’m saying - but you guys are higher, more educated and responsive, or at least on the same level as me, so I just thought - I just - I thought that maybe -”

You flushed hot in the attempt to tie up the loose-ended speech. But you didn’t need to; as Soobin’s ears folded with a sympathetic huff and he threw a sharp glare at Yeonjun, before reaching to squeeze your hands in his. He wasn’t going to let you suffer alone.

“It’s alright, Y/N. Yeonjun’s just being a nosey fucking fox. Don’t ever feel like you have to over-explain anything, ever again.” 

He turned his head to slowly growl at his companion. Lip curled over one large blunt-pointed tooth. 

“Especially to people who don’t properly read their text messages.”

There was a beat of silence. Yeonjun was pleased he got an answer to the rumours, but visibly softer and feeling a little put out after hearing your reactions. And getting - literally - hounded in the process. 

Eyes wide and ears high at a point, he didn’t poke the mood, instead, he chose to push forward. Wise of him.

“Ahh - I’m sorry Y/N,” He offered, a little confused. Shy; timid even. 

He peeked between the two of you, clearly not clued into what was going on like he thought he was. His ears were so expressive; you were convinced you could see his emotions with those alone. Like right now; you could tell he was unsure what to say.

“I’m - Can I read the text again, doll?” 

You nodded at him to go ahead, knowing full well that he never read it in the first place.

Soobin however; wasn’t in the least bit shocked or ‘put out’ by your words. Out of everyone, other than Beomgyu, Soobin was the one you had spent the most time with in the friendship group over the past two years. He knew all of what you were saying to be the truth. 

Hence him driving you here. 

Hence your honest and open conversation in the safety of the car. 

Covered in his scent. Quiet, safe, and otherwise alone. 

Hence why this meet-up had created an opening to a further bond that created an attraction so strong you had almost hooked up in Soobin’s driver seat just under an hour ago in the underground parking lot. 

Hence his plush leather seats being coated in the smell of slick, and why he had even invited Yeonjun to tag along - like you had suggested - in the first place. He had entertained the idea of his friend joining for the good aspects of his personality, and because you wanted him there; but he was apprehensive enough of the bad sides of his friend to be protective of you.

The fox was, often, surprisingly fast-witted. But in this instance, he had been very slow. 

Yeonjun clicked away his phone with a small “Ah…” and folded his ears backwards. Coy, but curious. “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t read it properly...”

You nodded, picking at the paint remaining on your nails. Tense, but happy that his reaction to your proposal wasn’t exactly bad. You weren’t sure what it was, yet.

“Umm, anyways, in other news -” 

Soobin rolled his eyes… again. Delighted to hear what the fox would come up with next.

“- newly Hybrid, hey sugar? Bet that’s been hard to get used to. Gyu said your test came back as a Deer. Your scent tells me that’s true, but I don’t see any ears. No tail? Antlers, even? It’s a little… odd to get used to - never met someone with your condition before.”

You blinked. 

Sometimes; you forget that the whole saga had ever happened. That you had even inherited those traits (by force), in the first place. Then it was mentioned, or you read of similar incidents in the news, and a whole slew of memories reappeared in your mind's eye. 

After the night you and Beomgyu had hooked up; things had begun to change. You had started to become attached. You learned more about his past. What dark alleys he disappeared down. His deepest darkest fears. You fell in love. 

Then you went to an office party, and everything got so violently fucked up. 

Someone at the party had spiked your drink. With an extremely dangerous and underground drug that caused a human's recessive hybrid genes to splice and come to life; or, where no recession was present, you would be forced to die a very fast and excruciating death, bursting from the inside out.

There were no treatments for it. Instead, a private donor who had a supposed ‘interest’ in the drug, paid for your experimental treatment. The whole thing was strange and dramatic like a big-shot movie, but you were just glad it was over.

Altogether; it was a dangerous dice throw of genetics, that you had very luckily survived.

It took weeks of recovery, and a handful more months of emotional care for you to re-enter the world. With a new slither of morality splitting apart your soul. There existed inside of you; the heart and mind of a Doe, where once a human had full control.

Naturally; the genetic switch caused you to gain a Deer’s characteristics. 

You became more reserved; quick to flight, instead of fight. You began to shake, and freeze in fear; where you once had the option to move, be uncaring and in control of your body. You had become sensitive to predators - in every sense, but more vitally hybrids. Your diet changed drastically and your hearing and sense of touch hiked up tenfold. 

And what Yeonjun said made sense; it was odd to have no extra limbs. You understood why it confused the hybrids around you. Deer’s being somewhat rare, and your condition more so; the medical professionals were unable to explain whether you would get any animal characteristics or not. You were grateful for not yet at least growing a replacement pair of ears. It would have been too much to adjust to. 

You also couldn’t get pregnant that easily anymore. Not that that proved any challenge; you were a human before, and a different animal type now, so sleeping with Beomgyu was a null threat - Humans and Hybrids can't create offspring, and Hybrids abide by the same genealogy rule that animals do - that’s to say a cat can’t reproduce with a deer, and so on.

And honestly, thank Goodness for that; as a child with Beomgyu sounded like hell.

Your relationship stayed much the same. The switch to becoming a Hybrid created natural barriers, and if not for your occasional retching at any fish placed on Beomgyu’s dining plate, you could co-exist peacefully. But the intimacy was no longer there. And your emotions proved far too complex for a moody cat-boy to understand. He wasn’t high enough on the food chain to guide you; nor low enough to be bullied. 

You were simply on two separate paths. He was nice to have around, and he held a special place in your heart, but… some people are not meant to be in long-term relationships. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out.

These boys, however; were natural threats to you.

And they acted like it. Their sudden unrestricted movements scared you. Their ability to keep their emotions and body language in check kept you constantly on edge and vigilant. 

Not to mention the change in your relationship with Soobin. He had struggled to keep his teeth inside his gums whenever near you; instead of around your throat, where they instinctively should have been, the moment you strolled out of the cat-boy’s room, that first day he visited you at the apartment, after the initial hospital stay. 

He remembered seeing you so weak and pale; reaching for him with a new vulnerability. He remembered how badly you suffered and wanted nothing more than to take you home with him.

Yeonjun however, became distant after the accident. And although it was not unlike him to disappear for weeks at a time; it was obvious that he felt you shouldn’t interact until you had spent a ton of time inside of this new body of yours.

But you’d be outright lying if you said you didn’t love the thrill of fear in the space of people you trusted.

“Y/N?” You heard Soobin prompt. Ears low. Voice soft. He sounded pained. Yeonjun watched with empathy written all over his face.

“Yeah, sorry…” You must have zoned out, you realised and shook your brain back into place. “I don’t - have any of that. It’s been hard. Gyu’s really helped me re-integrate, and everything. Soob too. But - sometimes, it’s just -”

“Overwhelming?” Yeonjun offered. Voice calm, and light. He tilted his head sympathetically. “Scary? Noisy? Uncomfortable?”

“Yeah,” You scoffed, chin tucked. “All of that. And - so much more.”

Yeonjun wasn’t sure what to say. And you were in no position to start talking.

“Curiosity killed the cat, dickhead.” Soobin growled and broke the awkward pause by tugging Yeonjun's well-groomed black and orange tail from out beneath his larger leg in annoyance, a little harsher than needed, before looking out beyond the chair with a huff and folded ears. “So much for a low-key re-introduction.”

“Well then thank fuck I’m not a cat!” Yeonjun yowled at Soobin and yanked his tail back, small chirping noises sounding from his throat as he went along. That looked like it hurt. But he soon settled.

You jumped at the hand that landed over your own, following the arm to the fox, who had shuffled around the seats in a cute and juvenile fashion; smile kinder than before, and seemingly aware of what he had done wrong. Yeonjun’s ears went completely flat against his slicked-back hair - a sign of temperance and apology - and he was almost purring, jittering a high-pitched noise quietly.

Soobin watched with a warning growl only the other hybrid could hear; stiff to how you would respond to Yeonjun moving so quickly into your personal space. 

But surprisingly, you were okay. Given how things had gone with Soobin earlier, he reasoned, you must have started to feel a little more comfortable about how your proposition would be received.

“I’m sorry, pretty Doe. I seriously didn’t realise.” Yeonjun said in a hushed tone.

This was all a little too late in Soobin's' opinion, but it was better late than nothing. 

The fox watched your expressions carefully as he followed your face, hiding from him by tucking your chin. His hand squeezed over yours, pulling you to stop picking at the table. His thumb brushed over your knuckles before releasing your hand, letting you retreat. 

“I thought we were here for a smoke, a drink… Some small talk? Not real - or,” He tutted, correcting himself, “Not that - kind of intense stuff. I’m sorry angel. That’s on me for being a shit reader.” 

You snuck a glance. His expression was patient and genuine. His ears were still folded. And you wanted to forgive him, despite your gut telling you it may not be the smartest move. 

By nature, Yeonjun was sneaky and funny. But also cripplingly charming, and a perfect smooth talker ever since the first time you had met him. He was constantly smoking. Weed, vapes, cigarettes. Whatever he could get his hands on or was left nearby. One could call it an oral fixation of some kind.

Unlike the clean-but-very-much-into-rock-metal Soobin, Yeonjun was a typical bad-boy character, and his sway with people could be felt in any venue the guys would go. You didn’t hold it against him. You knew via second-hand stories and brief interactions that he really was a nice guy. But people had trouble believing it.

In the words of Soobin; “If you want him to come and agree to this, you’ll just have to trust that he’s in a good mood tonight, and see how it goes. If he’s a cock, we leave. Or if he’s feeling nice, I’m betting on you not wanting him to leave. One thing he won’t do is continue when you tell him to stop. So just tell him, if he’s too much. Last thing he wants to do is upset a pretty girl. I’ll be by your side the whole night.” 

And that summed him up, pretty damn well.

“It’s okay.” You smiled. His ears picked up gradually, eager to lean into the positive response. “I expected there to be some confusion about it anyway. You can - you can ask questions…” Your skin heated, legs pressing together and away from the handsome fox looking down at you. 

“Anything?” Yeonjun purred with a low, but inquisitive tone.

“Umm, yeah. Sure. Anything.” 

Yeonjun took note; as his nose suddenly twitched and he shot Soobin a discreet glance. 

This close, this shy, you did in fact smell like something he wanted to breed. He couldn’t even believe his mind went to those places, to ravish his own bandmates girl. But the text had used the words ‘shy breedable deer groupie’ pretty explicitly, so it wasn’t like he didn’t have full green-meaning-go. 

But still, he was in slight disbelief.

“Yeah-h, anything is cool, anything you guys want to know, you know? You can ask -”

“How long have you been thinking about asking us for help with this?” Yeonjun shot back immediately, cutting you off. “Who else is involved? Does Beomgyu know? Where did you think we’d go? Are you clean? How long-term is this?”

Now that he had gained social context, the fox was back on his feet and as swift as ever.

“Yeonjun -” Soobin groaned. Ready to throw him over the diner table and punch his pretty Vulpine face out the back door already. “Please, for the love of God, go gently with this one.” 

“You don’t even believe in God.” Yeonjun threw back at him.

Soobin made a noise of frustration but you quickly shook your head, tone soft as a breeze. 

“No no - Binnie, it’s okay. It’s alright. I can get why someone would be distrusting.”

You turned to face Yeonjun’s quizzical face, the one that clearly didn’t believe you yet. It was in his nature, you reminded yourself. You can ask to stop and everything will stop.

“I’ve been into you guys ever since I met you. I’ve just never really found the perfect moment to -” 

Yeonjun's nose twitched, distracted. His ears whooshed forward and upright; standing to attention as his irises pinched. It made you pause mid-sentence. You had a cat, and you knew that look. And by the look he held on his face, you knew that he knew. Knew that he knew that you knew. And so forth.

“I’m clean!” You squeaked.

Your shirt collar had moved. And a waft of Soobin's’ scent had released into the air and straight up into his nasal column. And then, travelled up into his brain, ears, eyes - until he was locked upon you. 

“Have you guys been making out?” The fox quipped, ears folding in offence before thwapping up together so high and so fast they made a thwop sound upon impact. 

“Don’t ask stupid questions, idiot.” Soobin huffed. “My scent is all over her. How have you not realised this sooner?”

Now that the big dog had mentioned it, Yeonjun could smell Soobin’s scent. And it was plastered all over the booth. Specifically, all over you. And the teeth-adjacent bruises indented into your shoulder. The Doberman's clothes even smelt like you; however faintly.

And as Yeonjun eased into your space, well; the three scents mixed, and created the most mouth-watering combo he had picked up in years.

“My nose isn’t as good as yours,” Yeonjun murmured, distracted. 

The fox watched - or more accurately, listened - as the last of the large dining groups exited out the front door with a bustle, whizzing by the table and kicking up a fuss. But as soon as the people had passed, he whipped his attention back to you with a harsh whisper under his breath and leaned in completely - like a school kid sharing some killer secrets. 

Only, he needed some assurance of your confidence first. Such as it goes.

“I feel like you’re pulling my leg here Y/N.” He hissed. “And as much as I’m down to fuck - and even down for the whole courting thing - how do I know you’re not both taking me for a fool? That this isn’t one big setup to split the group up? To set me against your fucking man?”

A tense silence passed between the two of you, and an anxious heart rate picked up inside your muscles so fast your fingers started to tingle; your blood rushed into your ears as adrenaline made you look to the other male across the table for help. Soobin growled lowly, in complete control of himself, answering your eyes. You were surprised to see his ears flat back against his equally jet-black hair with an irritated expression. His diamond-patterned chain danced in the light under his jacket as his neck flexed in anger.

“Call Beomgyu, you idiot,” Soobin growled deeply now. It was guttural, and he was clearly pissed off. “Or text him, I don’t care. Just quit fucking bothering the girl about it. This isn’t a setup - and you know that. I wouldn’t bring you into one. Don’t insult me.”

Curiously, he didn’t fight Soobin on this. Instead, his ears pulled into submission, and his lips formed a small pout. Yeonjun grumbled in thought before pulling his phone out to send what you imagined to be many multiple texts in full caps and at a rapid pace to the sickly Beomgyu on bed rest at home. 

“Hey,” Soobin mumbled, reaching to take your hand from across the table, the one picking anxiously at the edge of the metal rim. 

The softness in his voice distracted you from the beating in your chest; so you looked up and away from Yeonjun for a moment. 

You slipped your hands into his outreaching ones; timid, but desperate for reassurance. He squeezed your smaller wrists and fingers in his palms - dwarfed, soft, shaking - then released, to let you pull them away if you wanted. But you didn’t let go just yet. So he squeezed again. 

You were already calmer.

“If it gets too much, you can ask to leave. You know that right? That it’s okay? Say forget it, and we’ll never speak on it again. Alright?” 

You nodded, pulling away to sit on your hands instead for now. Watching between the two of them, but mostly Yeonjun who was texting with a furrowed brow and swivelling emotive ears. 

The fox beside you had his eyebrows drawn low and chin tucked. Eventually, he clicked his screen to black, and set it face down on the table. He turned to see you. He was scanning you. As his ears slowly dipped to the side.

“Well, shit, gorgeous.”

The message had got through.

But he didn’t look nearly as regretful as you thought he would. Instead, he held a smirk on his cheeks and tipped his head.

“Little Doe really needs our help, huh?”

Soobin released a weighty exhale as you pulled away.

Your body flushed hot. But you nodded. Concentrating on Soobin's knuckles padding on the table in a tap tap tap-tap tap.

There was silence for a moment. Yeonjun's ears went back and he tapped his lighter on the table in a rhythmic swivel, as he pouted and looked around aimlessly in thought. Then a lightbulb hit.

“Guess a good start is to ask what you’re into. Any hard boundaries you’d want to avoid? But I’m guessing….” His eyes darted all over you, to the dog on the other side of the table. 

That’s not where you had expected him to look for an answer. 

“Binnie might have already covered that.”

The dog chuckled and nodded.

“Little Deer is into praise, mostly. Guidance. She’s a voyeur. Loves soft-domming. But needs a little bite to keep her guessing.”

Your eyes shot wide open and you blinked rapidly. Your kinks were just being openly exposed like a laundry list, and you weren’t even sure when or how Soobin had figured this all out.

“Pretty boy is a good sniffer-dog.” Yeonjun chuckled, answering your expression.

“Oh,” Soobin added, “and she has a size kink. But I'm sure you’ve picked up on that one already.”

“I did,” Yeonjun smirked, tongue in his teeth and giggling at your shyness. “Oh, I most certainly did.”

Before you were able to fully shrink into your spine like a turtle into its shell, Yeonjun's voice fired back up, easy and chill in tone. It soothed you, and it made you feel like you were being laughed with, not at.

“Any hard no’s though, gorgeous? We’ll use the light system if needed, Gyu said you already know what that is.”

You shifted, body hot, gaze down towards your knees.

“Yeah, I do. And no - not really. Just… be nice. We’ll have to find out about specifics. I’m not really - adventurous enough to know...”

Yeonjun snickered, teeth between his tongue. 

“Sure; dodge ‘em as we find ‘em. Sounds good to me.”

“But - and be specific -” Soobin’s low voice mumbled. Your chin lifted instinctively to find him. “Do you want to try anything new? Anything that will help you feel more grounded?”

The boys waited for some time, but they were greeted with silence and a hanging head. You looked stressed and puzzled. You worried your hands as you tried to think up something to answer with.

Yeonjun hummed at you. And leaned into your space.

“Mmm ~ You look stuck, gorgeous ~ Cat got your tongue?” 

You wanted to punch the beautiful face in front of you that spun goading words like a golden thread. You knew the implications. That Beomgyu, said cat, had a hold on you, even from miles away. Quickly and firmly, you shook your head.

“Absolutely no way,” You puffed your cheeks. “I just - I don’t know about this stuff.”

Corruption, Soobin mentally noted. Yeonjun thought much the same.

“Well,” Yeonjun countered, working swiftly. Voice low, leaning on the table, still and unmoving. But he was taking his time. Dancing around your edges.

“What is it that the little kitty did with you, to get you so smitten, baby girl?”

“I am not - smitten -”

“Sure you’re not.” He grinned. 

“I am not, smitten, with Beomgyu -”

“Sure. I’m also not a fox.”

The two of you struck a line of fire before he shrugged.

“Well he clearly didn’t do a good enough job, otherwise you wouldn’t be here begging for our help, little Fawn.”

“You don’t know that…” You whimpered. But he was right and you both knew it. 

Yeonjun's smile quirked. You were moments away from breaking. A thrill he could never not chase.

“Oh, I think I do. I know the way he works. Kitty probably had you under his thumb from the moment you met.”

“What - No! No, he did not!”

“Bet he did, doll. Bet he had you hanging onto every sarcastic comment and insult he could come up with.”

“Okay!” You puffed up, desperate to defend your image and your friends. 

“Then tell me, tell me exactly what you think he did, to get me so… love-fucked, Yeonjun! Enlighten me! Please! Since you seem to know so much!” 

The fox’s smile pulled up until you could see his gums. A fear struck in your belly; he was about to do something, and you were ready for it.

"Oh, I don't know, I'm imagining he did a little something like this -"

Without warning, Yeonjun snapped into motion. It was obvious he had been holding back for quite some time; as his limbs became unstuck like a spring suddenly being let loose inside an animatronic. 

With a swift and deliberate movement, his grip lay around your throat and his fingers pressed onto your pulse; body upright and kneeling to follow you down down down until your shoulders were wedged between the seat and the table and you had nowhere else to go.

You gulped, audibly, body stiff as a board. 

The fox was looking down at you with such hunger and fervour that you shifted anxiously against the leather despite your initial instinct to freeze. Yeonjun smelt so damn good and the charm the boy had was insane. You were infatuated. And he was absolutely gorgeous, on top of whatever-the-fuck hybrid impression was being felt.

A single fuck-boy hair curled out from his gelled fringe and hovered over his brow. 

Even while trapping you in a sexual way, in a public place, he could make you smile and feel calm in his presence. Maybe even more so because of it; you sighed, elbows dropping to the chair behind you and heart at a steady pleasant beat to the hybrids ears.

Soobin quickly darted his eyes, nose and ears all around the low-lit floor of the now evening catering diner - already overtly aware of how mind-melting the fox could be. Soobin was not willing to let him undress you for the fox's own sick and twisted personal gain in the middle of the restaurant - to slip from his side of the booth and into both of yours. 

Soobin's body was warm on contact and his side pushed you back into Yeonjun's orbit - more importantly back onto the seat -  with a hand pressed to your exposed spine. The dog smelt like a deep woody cologne, as opposed to Yeonjun’s lighter and sweeter one, and it was a pleasant reminder of the heaviness that had enveloped you in the car ride here. You could still feel Soobin’s jean-clad leg pressing up against your core - 

Pay attention, you chided yourself.

You shuffled up, thankful for Soobin's large frame surrounding the space behind you. Soobin's large hand gripped your knee and unintentionally eased your legs apart, as the fox exhaled warm air down and over your face. 

Your whole body writhed beneath him. You didn’t know where to put your hands, your arms, your legs, your body.

"I want you to look at me while I fuck you, daddy’s pretty little fawn. Want to hear you moan. Want to see you cry, baby. Wanna see your eyes roll when I hit that spot."

Yeonjun had originally started this whole ‘bit’ as a slightly cruel joke. But your reaction was tangible. It made him grumble a noise from his belly, licking his lips. Licking his gums, his teeth.

“Any of this ringing a bell, doll?” He growled lowly, face hovering over yours. “Any of this making you feel love-fucked, yet?”

You had no real rebuttal; because he was right. Everything he was doing; from the way he was acting, to the way he was instructing you what to do, made you melt into the Doberman's side like Beomgyu had done on many private occasions.

And so you whimpered. 

Something small, and submissive. 

Both boys reacted visibly to your noise. Yeonjun's ears tipped further forward and his nose pinched. Soobin’s tail swiped over his jeans in timid and controlled pats and he leaned into you; nuzzling behind your ear with milkshake-tinted breath surrounding your face while the fox’s fingers pressed your throat. 

With the combined actions your core dripped wet and your body flushed hot. 

“O-okay -” You submitted, voice wobbly as all hell. “He might have said… some of that… And he might have had me feeling, some kind of way…” 

It was less of a retort and more of a pathetic distraction of a response. Something to buy time; and the fox smiled; happy that you had succumbed like he had expected. Like you needed to be, for them to help you. 

This was going to be fun.

“B-but what - what about it? Why does it matter? What’s it got to do with this situation?!”

The dog hybrid reached his hand to move under Yeonjun's grip on your throat from behind you; and tipped your head back against his chest and shoulder delicately. Soobin's hand was much bigger, much wider, and a little cooler than the fox’s - from the abandoned milkshake nearby - you melted into him, comfortable in his hold.

“Did you like it, sweetheart?” Soobin spoke with a rumbling growl. “Be honest with us. We want that answer to match the gorgeous scent of your cunt, or we’ll get up and spit roast you in the middle of this fucking diner.” 

You were being thrown totally for a spin. Soobin would never usually talk to you like this. 

He squeezed your airways in a long and steady hold. And looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow and amused expression, taunting you and daring you to lie, plump lips only just out of reach, with an uncharacteristically wicked smile that hypnotised you.

You puttered a pathetic noise, jumping as the fox’s hand soothed up the whole length of your inner leg until it trailed down and over your knee. 

With the unpredictable fox totally out of sight, you gripped Soobin’s strong legs under his jeans. Pleading with your eyes. But he was unmoving, and as patient and methodical as ever.

Yeonjun chittered, and you jumped as his long fingers slipped underneath your skirt to hook down under your thong string over your hip to massage your pubic bone. He applied pressure to the space around your core; pressing his two forefingers onto either side of your labia, just to see you squirm.

“Fuck-ing - wicked canines -”

You practically ate your choked moans, squirming against the seat for an ounce of friction, eyebrows drawn together as Soobin maintained heavy, groaning eye contact. 

“Speak.”

His aura had shifted with surprising ease and natural authenticity into one of authority, and his eyebrow pulled high, daring you to make a noise, daring you to lie, daring you to go against their words. Your whole body was on fire, and you had begun tensing from muscle down to the bone. 

Yeonjun's hand twisted in a quick and deliberate motion, middle and forefinger smoothing up and down your folds with ease. He pressed his slender middle finger into your sopping cunt; pressing into you like warm butter. Yeonjun hissed from between his teeth, and his nails dug into your thighs; pumping his finger to add another.

It was an easy fit. You were dripping with slick already. The scent filled their brains with nothing but fantasia and lust.

“Nngh - yeah - yes - yes -” You just about managed to keep to a whisper, hips pressing into the split second of contact with the fox with a burning need. Your grip was tight on their arms and your breathing scattered.

“I did, dammit -” You whimpered, struggling to look down at Yeonjun’s hands that pumped at the slowest pace. “I did, I loved it -”

But the dog tipped your chin back; causing you to fall back onto Soobin's shoulder with your smaller hands gripping over the tight squeeze on your pulse. He moved his thumb to stroke adoringly over your cheek. 

“Pay attention,” Soobin ordered gruffly, but gently. “Tell us how much you loved it -”

He didn’t even get to finish before you were falling apart on his words.

“Fuck. I loved it, Binnie. Wan’ it from you, please, please mark me, please - I’ll do anything, please, fuck -” 

Your heart was racing, and the pheromone of pure rushing lust and submission coursed through you and out into the open air like a drug. Yeonjun's eyes pinched harshly, and his ears pivoted to alert as he shot Soobin a look under his brow. Soobin grumbled, communicating with his friend; his ears also tipped and eyes blown wide.

The look Yeonjun had shot was an instruction to get it together, or more specifically to get you under control before you flooded the whole diner with a pheromone that told the whole place and a short area outside that you needed to be fucked into the next century. Soobin's reaction was one of complete agreement.

“Loosen up, pretty doe,” The dog rumbled, drowsy. He nuzzled against the dip in your neck and let go of the majority of his grip. "You’re shaking. Relax your body." 

The sudden change-up made you shake; quivering in an uncontrollable and entirely unfamiliar way. You whimpered; shifting in his hold; before releasing the tension in your legs upon instruction. It wasn’t that you were scared; no, you were exhilarated and struggled to contain it.

“That pretty cunt of yours is gonna get us found out someday...” Soobin nuzzled behind your ear; biting the outer corner. “... too bad I care enough to let you get upset. That’s enough, let her go Jun.”

“Please, Soob I need you… Junnie, don’t stop…” 

But the fox hybrid didn’t answer your whimpered plea. Instead, Yeonjun retracted his hand and body after gathering the prize he wanted, with a foxish grin spread wide across his cheeks. Submitting to Soobin's direct order with ease. Like he had done it before. Like he enjoyed it.

Soobin released his grip on your throat to hold his arm across your chest. And allowed you a moment's peace to pant like a puppy in heat.

With your head flopped forward and dizzy, Soobin placed his palm under your chin again from behind to tilt you back onto his shoulder, gently this time. He groaned freely at your knees curling up into yourself and Yeonjun's pink gums and healthy canines flashing at him in the low light.

Prey; tugged around until the beasts were ready to feast.

Yeonjun's eyes locked onto your own as he licked at the syrup-sin he had managed to pick up in his scooped fingers. It dripped onto his luscious lips; his irises pulled thin as slits as his pretty slender fingers spread the sweetness around and up his gums; fingertips revealing his sharp teeth and plump lips. The same thin and sharp canines you had dreamed about being sunken into your thighs.

An angel's nectar on a devil's tongue. 

"Sweet like heaven." The fox purred, moaning deeply as he leaned to fall back onto his seat. 

The fox’s jeans were tight and his expression was blissful. His fingers rested in his mouth, as he sucked at them with sinful moans. His ears fell to the side and his tail quirked; palming at your knee that you pressed onto his hard cock. 

You moaned in response, fingers clasped between Soobin's knuckles and gasped at the weight put on your throat. It wasn’t tight; instead, you found it rather grounding. But it was enough to willfully drag air back into your lungs.

Yeonjun's eyes were low and focused entirely on you and the hand decoration around your neck. He popped the fingers out of his mouth with a deep moan, filthy and loud into the diner, eyes fluttering. He was so brazen.

“Mmph - Fuck, big dog, you’ve got to taste this doll. Heaven-ly~” He sang.

“No doubt.” Soobin groaned, nose against your hair and voice rumbling behind. “If it’s anything like her mouth, I’d like nothing more than to spit in it.”

Upon such nasty praise, you were unsure what to do. A quiet moan left your lips and you squeezed your legs together against the Fox’s hands. Shaking with fervour.

Soobin dipped his head to meet your whimpering for an open kiss. He grumbled against your lips and pressed back down to lick up the saliva that pooled on your tongue after being toyed with so much. It was a short embrace, but one you were grateful for. You pulled away to close your eyes and rest against his shoulder.

“You play so well, gorgeous,” Soobin grumbled, pressing the corner of your mouth to wipe your lips with his thumb. “Didn’t think Junnie would make you drool so soon, though. Do you like being spoiled?” 

“I do.” You managed, in a tight tone, stiffening up against the dog at your back. “Thank you.”

Truthfully, the Doberman's nose was much more sensitive to the nerves he could smell hanging around the arousal in the air, and he was determined to make you feel as comfortable as possible whilst in their care. You eased against him - muscles melding against the curve of his chest - with a relieved sigh.

Oh, but if only he knew.

You wanted him. Wanted to be perfectly near him. Consumed by them.

He growled softly, and answered your pattering heartbeat by pressing against your back even more with his chest - the best he could do at this angle - moving the hair from your shoulder to the already bruised skin behind your neck to press his nose into your collarbone, over your scent gland.

His woody musk was plastered over you from before in the car already, though. So he pressed his cheek to your neck with a content grumble, and smiled against your shoulder, hand over your stomach in a loving pull. 

“Do you want us to take you home? Go back to the car? Or you gon’ tell us when you’ve had enough?”

You would have loved to answer, but your mind was elsewhere, and you had no space left to think. Your eyes fixated on Yeonjun, and the long drag of his cigarette. Of course, he knew he was being watched. But he didn’t spare you a glance. It was all part of the act.

Once again; in the dimly lit booth of the diner, the orange in his thinly slit eyes shone like a cat in headlights on a foggy road. His cheek tilted, and he smirked at you; sprawled over their legs and so fuzzy with scents that you were starting to miss breaths. He saw your eyes dip until you felt consumed.

“Hmm, babe?” Soobin mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek and pressing your stomach with his wide-open palm to gain your attention. 

He truly could pick you up and bend you over with little effort at any time. You could see now after all the time spent together platonically, why he was favoured as a hired bodyguard. Lean, but strong. And more than a little gutsy.

Your mind was starting to wander.

You shuffled to sit upright and face more towards the hound in the soft leather seat. It was a welcome body heat to your side, and you felt secure, messing around with your larger friend pressed to your back. Yeonjun watched you both with enamoured eyes, tail curled and ears dipped completely. Thumb pressing into your inner knee in smoothing swipes.

The chemistry was obvious. But Yeonjun wasn’t in the slightest sense jealous when he knew what was pre-agreed and on the cards. Besides, you had your own relationship together, already. 

It was only a matter of time before you fell into him like that.

Soobin's' energy was in such contrast to the fox. The dog's tail flopped up and down as soon as you turned to him, ears tentatively tilted downward in your direction and dimples softly dipped into his cheeks. You accepted the gentle nuzzling head butt against the top of your scalp as his ears curled. 

A soft putt of air sounded from his nose as you reached for his hands. He allowed you to move them onto your lap and off your stomach, admiring that you seemed to feel braver to move how you wanted, now that you had a large-bodied wall against the majority of the diner guests. 

“I’m good here, for now.” You managed, voice weak. “Thank you though, for moving Binnie.” The Pinscher nodded, and his dimples pressed into his smile. “I like you here. Both of you.”

A pretty girl who likes to feel protected, Yeonjun mentally noted with sharp eyes and a smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” The dog smiled. Happy. Pleased to help you. “And sure, fine, if it’s what you prefer.”

“D’you want a drink or something doll?” Yeonjun offered, a lot closer to you now than you realised he had been. He was certainly sneaky.

“It’s on us,” Soobin added. His deep voice reverberated between your ears, making you squeeze your thighs tight. 

Soobin noticed and poked at the softness of your ribs as you curled both your hands into his one large palm. He squeezed your hands in his, ears pointed directly down at your face and tail happily swiping in a relaxed pattern. He was being patient with you.

You dipped your head, finally registering the dizzying effects of being so hot and bothered.

You shook your head, and a small “No, no thank you.” was mumbled into the canine's chest area. 

You felt faint. Like you were being circled. Like your head was pulsing at the images of being stuffed full. Like you were awaiting tense moments of silence before being pounced. You wondered if the thrill would ever subside.

Soobin’s scent was heavy with musk, and he had to put in a lot less legwork to make you pliant, unlike the fox. He didn’t want to push you. So he let the fox take over in the meantime.

Yeonjun sat up, shuffling into your side. Ears craning to hear your breathing, your quick pulse.

“You okay, gorgeous?” The fox asked quizically behind the diners' comically large laminated menu that had been passed over the table by Soobin. Of whom; had moved away to deliberately break some tension. 

Of course, the flimsy plastic didn’t actually block anything from the other hybrids in the building due to their senses. Not to mention Soobin was taller and practically glued to your side, within earshot and by proxy inside your bubble like a literal, actual large guard dog, so the guise of it just being ‘you and Yeonjun’ was a falsehood. But the laminated card at least blocked your human brain from noticing anything but them, for now, and that's really all that mattered. 

They were wining and dining and potentially long-term courting you now, after all. Your comfort and security was of the utmost importance.

“Hope we aren’t moving too fast? Don’t want to spook you, doll.”

You smiled, with a shake of your head and huffed a sigh.

“No, I’m - I’m good, thank you Junnie -” You stuttered on your words, unsure if you should say what you wanted to. “It’s just…” 

“Go on?” Yeonjun drawled. “What is it?” He puffed at the smoke of the practically forgotten and readily burning cigarette with a relaxed posture. Arms crossed, back curved. 

By God, beyond him being just so convincing; you trusted him with your entire body by now. He barely had to push and you were ready to spill until there was nothing left but clean bone. 

This is of course, what Yeonjun wants. Information. Secrets. The view behind the curtain. He is consumed by the need to know. 

Always and forever, he seeks what is between the lines; what is just beyond reach.

“Is it always going to be like this?” You questioned, weakly. “Is it always going to be this intense? This… suffocating to be around you guys?” 

Yeonjun's ears swivelled to point at you with a small, shocked expression. Like he was almost blushing. Like he hadn’t expected you to point it out.

“Suffocating, love? Do you need to go outside and get some air?” 

Soobin's voice boomed from behind, but you quickly shook your head. Binnie was almost always just off the mark and took the voicing a tad too literally.

“I - no - I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” You huffed, and scratched your head, finding the words. “I just -”

Yeonjun simply nodded and waited. You would find your footing.

You blurted out your thoughts; short and fast.

“This thing I feel when you’re around me - this feeling of pressure in my lungs. It’s like - I can feel you guys in the room without knowing where you are. But it’s only you guys. Or like, other predators. Surely you feel it too, right?”

The boys shared a look. These were the types of things a hybrid in heat would be experiencing.

“I don’t know if I’m just super sense-aware after not socialising for so long, or if it’s like, a super normal hybrid thing, or if - maybe - I’m just horny as all hell, but I just wonder. Is it always going to feel this intense? Do you… know that, even?”

And your innocent mouth had just uttered your current state to them into the air, without any idea of what you were saying. But according to Beomgyu; you hadn’t experienced a cycle yet, and the clinicians said it should be months until one started. 

Unless something, or someone, had triggered it.

The two of them proceeded, cautiously. Conscious not to react strongly.

“These things are normal.” Yeonjun purred, soothingly. “Most of it probably has to do with you getting used to life with this new body.” He tapped out his cigarette, and kissed his teeth, moving to look at you. “You could call it a heightened sixth sense. But really it’s just all of your senses working together to keep you alive.”

“Like a deer, in a forest? Hearing all the… things around it?” You offered, trying to relate it to something you had seen before. 

Yeonjun nodded, with a touched smile.

“Sure, sweetness. Like a deer, in a forest.”

You nodded. And thought on it for a moment. Yeonjun spoke up before your mind could wander down any unfactual wormholes.

“A marten knows when a deer is nearby. A deer knows when it’s in the presence of a bear. A bear is usually always aware that it’s in the presence of a hunter. And so on.” He flicked his eyes to the dog behind him. Soobin nodded, so Yeonjun continued. “ You’ll get used to it eventually. The severity of it - or, at least that intense feeling of paranoia you’re getting - usually goes away when we become ‘of age’. You’ve just got some catching up to do is all. Started a lot later than the rest of us.”

Yeonjun's smile was kind, as you looked up to him. 

“Obviously, coming up to when you reach your rut, you’re going to start being more aware of your surroundings. Same as a deer, right, gorgeous? You’re gonna start looking for partners - physically, maybe even subconsciously - any scents they may leave around, or indicators that they’re also down to fuck. Learning body language is extremely important.”

Yeonjun paused to heave smoke into his lungs and out of his lips in a slow, circular puff. He was assessing you. As expected, your response was bashful. A small nod and avoidant eyes indicated to him that you were listening, and your racing heart told him that you were affected by what he was saying. 

His ear ticked. He heaved a sigh that turned into a hum. And he pushed the remainder of the smoke out of his body with a smile. Swiping the smoke out of the way to see your face.

In the moving air, your nose followed the trail of an aroma. It was Yeonjun's musk. Orange, light, and citrusy, but sweeter than before; with a pinch of spice that reminded you of Christmas. 

“I’ve heard it does crop up again with future cycles, but not every month, and not nearly as intense as the first. We’re all just mammals on the Discovery Channel, after all.”

You smiled and laughed at his attempt to make you giggle. It had worked.

“Okay, thank you.” You exhaled a sigh. That had lifted some weight off your shoulders. It was a conversation Beomgyu would never entertain, so you were thankful for the explanation.

“I enjoy being here with the two of you, so I guess it’s not a bad thing and I’ll get used to it eventually. Not really that hungry though, if you guys are about to order?”

The fox’s eyebrow quirked. Happy to move on. “Really? Food’s on the house and you don’t want anything?”

You shrugged, looking between both the boys’ pointed expressions. You puffed your cheeks and pulled your shoulders up to shrug on an exhale.

Yeonjun pulled the menu over to rest on both of your legs. The laminate was cold, and his hands - well the contact made you itch with the need to be smothered by him.

“You should eat something, Y/N. Especially if we’re gonna drink later. We can do takeout if you don’t want to eat it here?”

You were looking at the menu. You were reading the words. But nothing was coming to you. Nothing stuck. Your brain felt like cotton candy, and you were unable to concentrate on anything but the desperate want to have his hands spread over your tacky thighs and to fuck you until you came all over the -

“I don’t want you guys to feel put out, is all.” You pressed, cheeks hot from trying to keep your mind in check. Missing the sharp eyes that grew amused at your reaction to some very deliberate teasing.

Soobin scoffed. “Not at all, you can have anything on here, it’s your pick.” All the while his thumb pressed over your knuckles and into your palm.

“How are you guys so damn persuasive?” You laughed gently. “You’d make great con men, you know? Maybe even better pick up artists?” 

The dog giggled. His arm moved to sink behind you, palm behind the gap between you and Yeonjun, encapsulating your personal bubble completely. 

“I think maybe you just like us, sweetheart,” He said calmly, “and I’m personally taking the whole thing as a compliment.”

The boys laughed, but Soobin could tell you wanted something. It had been hours, and he needed to feed you before they gave you a good fuck. 

Humour was a deflection that Yeonjun could easily counter; so Soobin shot his friend a look over your head as you puffed your cheeks at the menu, nodding at you with a ‘she needs to eat something’ look. He got the hint immediately.

Yeonjun made a long nasal noise with shrugged soldiers. “Welllllll - we just don’t want you to start feeling left out, is all. You could share something of ours? Of mine?” His head dipped beside your own, and you wriggled between their hips at the sudden intrusion. “And if you don’t finish it, they do have take-out boxes.”

“Yeah, okay then. If you insist.” You answered with a giggle.

“I do,” Yeonjun smiled, ears shifting towards you as his cheeks lifted to an eye-half-closed, gentle expression. “But not if you really don’t want something. Don’t want you to feel pressured. Just want to look after our gorgeous girl is all.”

“Ice cream is good?” You giggled, humoured by his expression and noticeably more malleable under his sway than Soobin’s. 

“Cherry Sundae it is then, princess,” Yeonjun purred lowly with a pleased smile. And this close, with his striking eyes, dipped low and ears folded forward, he held an air of gentle authority about him. Your attention drew to his face and his face alone. 

“Proud of you for being able to make a choice, pet.”

That nickname did something to you. Like an elastic band panged inside of your brain. And Yeonjun was patient with your reaction, unmoving while your guard dropped and your smile grew dopey.

His eyebrow quirked. 

“Did you like that, baby?” 

You flushed hot; nodding. 

Yeonjun chuckled. “You can be our pet, if you’d like that, gorgeous.”

You were enamoured by the beauty of him. How close he was. What exactly you wished to do with him. What you wanted him to do with you. 

Your focus drew particularly to his lips. You had never actually realised how plump and perfectly pink they were until now. He was tall, tan and kind, with a smile that pinged cupids arrows straight into any girl's heart that was fucked dumb enough to lean into them. You wanted to move so badly that your nails dug into Soobin's hand on your lap and you missed his small exhale of a cry.

Yeonjun's cheeks twitched into a smile. His canines slipped past his gums. You were just so adorable to him. In the way your nipples poked through your shirt at the mere hint of excitement, and the way your tongue darted to wet your lips; to your breath catching in your lungs on his every word. It wasn’t often that a prey type actually held his attention for this long, or this intensely. But he could see now why Beomgyu had taken such a quick fascination towards you.

The fox was devilishly curious to see just how far he could push you - into sub-space, or even your newly found instincts. 

He wanted to pull you apart just to put you back together again. 

You had asked them to help you. And he intended to do so. But in his own ways.

As your eyes dipped and your heartbeat pattered like a bunny about to be caught, Yeonjun found himself leaning into your space until there was nothing left. 

And it wasn’t like you didn’t want it. You had been aching to be touched ever since Soobin kissed you in the car; cunt wet and pressing against the leather - moving across it in such a way that it would likely smell of you for weeks. 

Sucking on the slick almost straight from the source was a memory that made Yeonjun groan with lust. He grew instantly pleased by the way your shoulders dropped as he pressed into your space and the way your legs shifted endlessly together for some friction.

He could also, like his companion, see that something was holding you back from taking the last leap. So he took a shot in the dark and guessed what it may be, allowing you to come to him, by mitigating any doubts either party had, to the best of his abilities. 

He had hit full score so far, what harm was there in another try?

“Payment is appreciated, little one, but not expected.” He practically purred at you now, a blink away from your face. “For everything, tonight. Or for as long as this lasts.”

Yeonjun lifted the back of his hand to brush his knuckles over your nipples that sat perk and taut against the cotton of your cropped blouse; his long fingers catching on the collar and tugging it down until the fabric flopped back into place and you blinked out of your daze. 

Your eyes and mind had begun to wander as his hand did, thinking of all the things he could do to you with his pretty hands and lips, mind full of muck. 

But a finger under your chin propped you back up. 

Your lips opened to a slight part and your eyes dipped low. “Like Binnie said, in the text from this morning,” Soobin rolled his eyes behind you. The charmer was now also lying as if he had ever read the text. “We only want to spoil you. Nothing more, and especially nothing less. You’re welcome to repay us in whatever way you please. But it’s not a must.”

You couldn’t stop yourself. Filled to the brink with a sudden lust and instinctual urge to just touch him, get near him, taste and lick the space behind his gums and to be enveloped by them to the point of mindless submission.

You had been warned of a predator's pull, but this was the first time you had fallen into the arms of one. Literally. Being purred at by a Fox hybrid as his blunt nail dragged the underside of your chin towards his face.

“Speak up, pretty Fawn. What's on your mind?”

You balanced a hand atop the denim on his thigh to press quivering fingers to his perfect neck, anticipating his lips in a trust fall and leaning over and onto his torso. Yeonjun groaned, delighted. He flopped the menu onto the table with one hand - pinching your nipples between his knuckles and his thumb to tug you closer - and moved up to hold your jaw with the other as you pushed the angle of the kiss down upon him. 

He was ever so gentle in the way he kissed. Licking small laps against your lips and never going any deeper. 

But it only made you moan for more. 

Your hand on his thigh reached to his farthest shoulder and you lifted higher and higher above him - unintentionally set to fling over a leg and sit on top of him, so consumed by desire and buzzing from head to toe - until Soobin had to intervene.

The dog used one large palm to pull you back down by one thigh. 

The chair leather squeaked underneath you as it tugged at your exposed skin; but he had pulled you down to sit on his thigh and knee, with your palm returning to Yeonjun's chest to steady yourself and pull away from the kiss. 

You had broken the kiss with Yeonjun with a broken moan, looking back up behind you with a thankful smile and puffy, bitten lips. 

“Careful - you almost flashed the whole diner, baby,” Soobin grunted, smoothing his thumb over the outside of your leg and loving the complete hold he had on you. You reached to intertwine your smaller hands with Soobin’s over his knuckles in apology. He squeezed your hand gently.

“As much as we all want to, we can’t jump any bones in here - at least, not yet. Not until Kai gets here. It’s too dangerous, love.” 

You nodded sheepishly, melting against the two of them as Yeonjun shuffled impossibly closer and Soobin leaned down to kiss behind your ear. The fuzzy sensation of lust washed over your head and you let out a small cry. 

The hound held you down against his leg as the majority of your body weight rested on Yeonjun's side. It meant you could lean your one ass cheek and thigh on Soobin some more, leaving the goods open to airflow and making the boys groan. 

Soobin sucked a harsh pressure to the pulse behind your jaw, making you bite your lip as he squeezed his palm around your knee, pulling your legs apart on purpose and manhandling you as he so pleased. He pulled away with a bite, skin between his teeth to make you almost cry.

Your cunt was getting increasingly wet, and soon it would be the only smell swimming in their brains and their mouth until it surrounded them and drifted out of the booth; with every door opening at the front and kitchen creating a sudden draft. Hence the need for Kai to be there. Amongst all the other reasons, only three hybrid men in their prime could ever cover that kind of smell. Let alone replace it.

An open kiss caught you by surprise, placed dead centre on the front of your throat. You hadn’t realised your eyes had been pressed closed, but you shut them again, dazzled by the overhanging lamp lights. The hickey laid there was gentle, but hot and filthy as hell. Yeonjun nibbled sharp canine points together against your thin skin with consistent sucking motions until he stole any clarity left in your mind. Palm stroking up and down your sides, until your ears flushed hot and a hickey was left, front dead and centre.

Your body was finally starting to smell of him - not to the extent of a claim, but a bruising lovebite with those sharp teeth over the scent gland on your collarbone was enough - it wasn’t something you were aware of, but a sure sign that no other hybrid could get near you while you remained in their care. Malleable to them and them alone.

You felt calm again. A shiver rippled up your spine.

“Breathe, gorgeous.”

Soobin's voice unfroze you, and a small gasp hissed between your teeth.

Yeonjun pulled back to flick open his lighter and re-light his cigarette. He chewed on his gums in self-restraint. He wanted to gnaw on you like a fucking fishbone, but he had to wait.

As he leaned back against the seat, he noticed your wandering eyes. Soobin's hands and mouth were exploring you fully; tongue spreading over your ear to make you shiver and moan, while his hand moved underneath your skirt. You held his wrist, aching and gyrating for the edge of his palm to touch your core. 

“Jeez, you’re eager for a fuck - the both of you.” 

Yeonjun made a tutting sound, reaching to pull Soobin's half-empty milkshake across the table and hold the straw between his fingers to slurp it up in front of you. 

“Take it easy tigers. People are starting to notice.” He was referring to the hybrid waitress who was giving him shifty eyes every time she walked the floor.

As soon as Soobin felt the fabric of your panties against his fingertips and heard his companion's warning, he immediately snapped too. He pulled away to groan at the visual that met him - but held on to his very last strands of self-preservation. His hand pulled back, smoothing over your knee with a gentle grip on your thigh to ground you, despite your puffs and whining.

“Just wanna feel you, Binnie, Junnie, please.” Your voice grew high and whiney.

“That’s enough, angel,” Soobin growled under his breath in a patient and calm demeanour. “We gotta wait for Kai. I know - we want it too.”

You batted your eyes, twisting in his gaze. Alas you nodded, skin hot, mind lost in his dimples and touch. Accepting an eyebrow kiss with a fluttering eye.

“Babe?” Yeonjun prompted softly. You turned, dazzled, to a straw being placed gently on your mouth. “Here. You haven’t drunk anything yet.” 

It was true; you hadn’t drunk in hours.

Your hands flew out to wrap over Yeonjun's wrist and fingers upon instruction, and he inhaled a large lung of smoke to your swollen lips wrapping around the straw to suck until he told you to stop. There was something so innocent about the way you followed him, that made the boys' cocks throb in their tight jeans. 

Soobin groaned. “Where the fuck is this guy?” 

The Doberman nasally whined and huffed, and ruffled his hair, placing an elbow on the table to hide his open side, pulling his phone out to text Kai and bother him to ‘turn up faster’.

“You reckon he got stuck? Traffic is pretty bad around here, especially after office hours.” Yeonjun thumbed over your finger caught under his thumb, eyes soft. Soobin didn’t verbally respond, instead shrugging with a deep gruff of annoyance, accompanied by puffed-out cheeks. 

“What’s the time?” Yeonjun asked, softer this time, pressing at the distraction. Eyes dipped and drunk in adoration.

“Near enough 8 PM.” Soobin inhaled sharply, pulling back to click his phone shut and slide it back into his inner jacket pocket. “The fucker should have been here twenty minutes ago, at least.”

“Mhmm,” Yeonjun hummed. “That’s enough.” 

Yeonjun held the cup to your mouth until you released it, and set it on the side to flick his phone out of his coat pocket and smudge out the butt of his hardly-smoked cigarette. 

You didn’t get a ‘good girl’ out of it, but you didn’t necessarily need one with the way he slipped his fingers over yours, palm down and in his lap, tapping at his phone with one thumb. The two of you were quickly falling into things, and it was a pleasant feeling.

You had released the straw with a gasp of air, careful not to cough, but flew to grip at the wrist of the hand that slipped high and snug to your cunt between your warm thighs. 

“Soobinnie! Quit torturing me!” You pouted with an outcry, only to be met with a cheeky grin and a sarcastic shake of the hound's head with wide eyes. 

You decided to try and push him.

“Are you sure we can’t do anything here? Right now?” 

You heard Yeonjun scoff. Frown and pout stuck to his handsome features as he flicked over the screen.

“Nope, not until Kai gets here, babe. And no, again. We’re not fucking in the diner. Quit trying your luck.”

“But I want to.” You pouted up at him.

“So do we ~” Soobin shook his head at you playfully. And tugged the hem of your skirt so it thwapped against your skin. 

His palm was still gliding in short circular motions between your thighs. Each rotation of his palm brushed up against your underwear and made you shiver.

“You’re cute but you ain’t that cute.” Soobin teased, dimples appearing as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Plus, I don’t particularly feel like getting in shit tonight.”

Yeonjun snickered at this from behind you both, still distracted by his phone.

You turned to the fox’s boyish grin with a huff. 

A hair lay on his forehead as he tapped his fingers on your knuckles. That piece of hair was irritating you. It was distracting. It tapped at his brow until you couldn't stand it anymore. 

Now that you were feeling a little braver; you could move before you started to overthink things.

As if he were your delicate porcelain-fragile prince, you moved the hair off his brow - caught between your forefingers and flicked back into the right place - moving to kiss Yeonjun’s high cheek in the process. 

His sharp eyes lay on you immediately. And he held a grateful closed-lip smile. His ears had even dipped to the side. But his brows were creased. And he looked at you almost quizzically. You imagined that if he had whiskers, they would be twitching restlessly.

He wasn’t used to being touched so gently. It made his chest press in against itself. And a bolt of nervousness panged inside his heart; an unusual feeling.

“Thank you - Y/N…” He mumbled. The facade of confidence wavering if only for a moment.

You nodded, with a bashful expression. And again, before you could think about it too much; you propped your knee over his, leaning into his touch. Snug to his shoulder. He hadn’t expected you to be so forward and flirtatious, at least not yet. He liked it. It suited him.

Yeonjun clicked his phone shut to look down at you, humoured, but ears still soft. You batted your eyelashes - purposefully, because you could see what the innocence did to him - and invaded his space.

“You should eat,” Yeonjun murmured, brows now relaxed, and his lips tilted at the edges into a playful smile. “Pick something. If you don’t eat it now, we’ll take it back with us.”

You shuffled closer, making a thinking noise and looking around. He heard your heart flutter, but your sweet face and voice remained steady. 

He bumped his forehead with your own. The heavy smell of smoke and cologne made it hard for you to breathe. He trailed his lips to the corner of your mouth; pressing gently. Then drifted back to your cheek. His thumb pressed into your palm, and his gaze bore into you with a burning ember. All the while his ears lay to the side; submissive. The one further from you twitched every so often; anxious of noises and sounds of the people near you, but you weren’t afraid.

Despite his flashy rockstar ego, the guy really was soft and protective.

“I will, since you want me to.” You returned under your breath, lips brushing his. 

You had already decided on a food item; the whole thing was now just a performance. 

Playing with a devil.

Soobin swished two different dessert menus across the table, nudging your leg with his as Yeonjun pulled away and he returned to high alert. He wiped his mouth with a coarse laugh, reaching for a cigarette and the menu. Neither stayed in his hand for very long; desperate to touch you and the bare skin resting atop his legs. His hands smoothed over your knees, and you leaned on his shoulder.

“Thanks, angel.” Yeonjun winked up at the waitress and moved to rest the laminated menu on his lap as he slouched. He shook the stray hair from his eyes to turn and look at you as you prodded him in the side with small needy hands. Your cheek lay on his arm and a playful smile was visible on your face. 

The fox raised a brow. “What is it sugar?”

“Again please.” You mumbled, blinking up with wide and innocent eyes. “I wan’ another kiss.”

It was a simple prompt, yet it made Yeonjun puff a breath from his nose. He was clever and knew what you wanted. Butterflies of excitement erupted in his stomach at the first confident ask you had been able to give. 

“Another kiss?” 

Yeonjun flicked the tip of his ear and his eyes to the dog behind you. He was providing a great distraction. And you didn’t even react when the waitress dropped her pen on the table, or cutlery on the cloths.

“Please, Junnie.” 

That tone - it went straight to his cock. You were getting dopey. Inebriated by their scents.

“Again?” Yeonjun repeated, voice deep as his ears dipped to the sides. His eyes had secured back onto you. And he relaxed, knowing Soobin could handle the waitress. You giggled, tongue between your teeth, and nodded, unwavering as he used his spare hand to tilt your jaw up with his thumb pressed into the underside of your jaw, fingers on your pulse. Your eyes had dipped and you were entranced. The fox, of course, knew what he was doing, and dragged his open lips over yours.

The waitress spoke to Soobin as the two of you flirted obnoxiously loudly. Soobin cringed, visibly, but it was to the group's benefit, so he sucked it up. It wasn’t that he was jealous; no not at all. He was just aware of how shameless the fox could be about his voyeuristic tendencies.

“Two sundaes on Soobin's tab, please and thanks.”

The waitress quirked. And Soobin sighed. Somewhere between the two of you eating each other's air behind him and the waitress visibly reacting to his name and the situation, he felt annoyed. Her small roundish ears pointed at the table, her tail swishing and her nose pinching at the scents.

“Oh - Soobin? Does Chan know you’re here? I can let him know - he’s in-house?” 

Soobin's jaw ticked. It was a silly, but innocent exchange. 

Of course, Bangchan knew they were there. Soobin's car was outside in the valet. The tab was on his name. Yeonjun was accompanying him. He had pre-warned of his arrival and deliberately picked a date when he knew nothing could happen, and the floor was safe. 

If the assassin didn’t know who was in his own building, then Soobin simply wasn’t a hybrid.

“Sure,” Soobin responded, shrugging with as much ease as he could fake. 

“Sure he knows you’re here, or - sure you want me to let him know?” In honesty, Soobin wasn’t listening. But he was in all senses a gentleman with morals. So he tried his best to ignore the hard-on in his jeans to exhale a polite but to-the-point; “He’s aware that we’re visiting. But sure, you can let him know. Wouldn’t hurt to say hi.”

The tooth that snaggled Yeonjun's lip was fiendish.

Yeonjun cut short your intake of air as he applied pressure to the sides of your throat; and pressed his lips to yours, licking up against the roof of your mouth. He swallowed your moans as quickly as he caused them; while his other hand gripped at the knee flung over his lap. He squeezed your throat until your moans grew puttered.

Abruptly; he broke the kiss. Yeonjun tugged on your lip with his canines before he released you; knee, throat and all. He had given you what you had asked. But you weren’t satiated. Weren’t fulfilled. Needy in a way you had never felt before. Head dipped to his shoulder, enveloped in his aura.

The waitress grew amused and shrugged off the possibility of being offended. 

There were rumours. 

Rumours that Soobin wasn’t quite the reserved, tall, Doberman Pinscher that he appeared to be. That he had a freakish and unbiased violent streak. That his fox friend was an edgy nymphomaniac and a silver-tongued narcissist. 

But that wasn’t for her to find out; so she took his menu with a nod and a smile, sure to swish her tail a little higher than usual underneath her apron.

But the boys’ eyes, ears, and heart, were on you, and you alone.

And little did she know; the two of them were about to become devoted to you entirely.

“Having trouble keeping that cute little thong on, love?” Yeonjun mumbled. 

He poked at your gyrating hips, and snickered at your eager nod, before pressing against your awaiting lips. He teased you; pressing then pulling away, biting his tongue with a shit-eating smile just to make you wait. He did it two more times, then moved back to lean on the chair and look at the menu again.

Beomgyu had warned you that this may happen. 

That they were older; in higher social positions; and may swallow you whole. Beomgyu was a baby in comparison. But their attention was infatuating and you couldn’t get enough of it. You had never taken ecstasy, but the experience made you remember every symptom list you had read for the drug.

“Wan’ m’re ~” You mumbled absently, the fox’s yipping laugh echoing in your brain. You pawed at his arm needily. “Again, pl’se ~”

But you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t wait. So hungry for those soft lips and the smoky scent of his cigarettes and cologne to touch you all over again. You pulled both hands to tug at the nape of his neck until his eyes squinted, swivelling to see that desperate expression on your face. Before he could remark, your lips were upon his and your tongue pressed up against his teeth in an uprooting force.

“Mmph - so soft,” Yeonjun grunted, getting lost in the motions before slipping a hand from under the menu to squeeze the inside of your knee. You yelped, almost biting his lip in the process of jolting away. “But you should pay attention when people are talking to you, Kit.”

“Junnie! That hurt!” Jumping with a drunk laugh, you swatted at his hand. “But - no one is talking to me?” You looked at the other canine beside you, then around, confused.

“I was.” Soobin chuckled, tone kind and voice low. “But it doesn’t matter, it wasn’t anything important.”

“Bad doe.” Yeonjun sucked his teeth, peering over the menu for real this time. If only far too late. But his disappointment was quickly mellowed. And he scoffed, shaking his head. Refusing to look at you but resting his palm on your soft warm skin nonetheless. Squeezing, but only enough to hurt for a moment. 

As much as he’d love to mark your skin with his hand, the diner wasn’t exactly the place to do it. That would hopefully come much later.

“You guys are so bad, you know that right?” Soobin chuckled, swirling his drink glass in his hand with a shrugged scoff, one arm tucked under his armpit.

Yeonjun seemed to be the only one that heard him; snickering in response with his tongue in his teeth.

“A little scent-drunk love?” Yeonjun teased when he noticed your glossed-over expression as you stared at his face for quite a long time. He lowered his face close to yours as his tongue caught his canines and he giggled in glee. “Baby wanna be claimed so badly? Baby wanna be touched so bad? Have our teeth all up and down her throat?”

“Wan’ it ~” You moaned wantonly, frowning and confused as to why he wouldn’t submit like Beomgyu usually would to your persistent touch and begging. 

“Yeah right, doll.” Yeonjun snickered. “That little dumb baby brain of yours wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Out of morbid curiosity, he pinched your chin. Immediately; your jaw relaxed and he reached to press a thumb down into your mouth and onto your tongue. You drooled; mouth agape and eyes hooded. 

You numbly and happily held Yeonjun’s wrist as he pulled his thumb out from your mouth - saliva wiped on your lips and your gums and alongside your face - to grip your cheeks. 

“Cause that’s what you are, aren’t you? Our needy, brainless little pet?”

The fox was toying with you

Soobin's arm snaked around your waist with a growl, to pull you back into a solid, warm body. You made a noise of desperation as the dog pulled you backwards, away from the fox and his messings.

“Ngh - no, I - I wan - wan’ it -” 

You looked drunk. Sounded drunk. And you felt it. Unsure what you were begging for.

Still facing the fox; you were perfectly manoeuvrable and open for Soobin to do as he pleased.

“Play nice, Junnie. ” Soobin dipped his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck; scenting you incessantly to soothe your heart-aching whines. “Doll doesn’t know what she wants when you smother her so much.”

Somehow; with Soobin attached to you; your heart eased its incessant thundering in your chest, and within seconds you were able to breathe deeply again. You moaned, with a dazed and confused expression. The tension in your body released via Soobin sucking at the thin skin behind your jaw. 

"Easy, Y/N." Soobin guided, voice low and filling your brain. "Your heart is racing, angel."

A shiver struck down your spine and you held Yeonjun's hand on your knee. Your gaze grew distant and you moved to lean your head back onto the dogs' broad shoulders and completely to the side. It granted Soobin further access and he wasted no time in pressing his nose to your collarbone; skin to warm skin. 

You threaded your fingers through his hair and up to your knuckles; until you met his scalp. And gripped harshly as he squeezed your inner thigh. 

Soobin sucked at your neck, and you gripped at the large calloused hand that squeezed over the entirety of your thigh, moaning into a bit lip. Soobin growled lowly against your skin. Moments away from claiming you. The girl he adored; that he had guided into the hybrid life. 

It had been long enough. You were practically laying yourself bare in front of him, waiting for him to take you.

His large palm found heavy purchase close to your core, and you twitched with weak repetitive sounds. 

Upon a new tone of low growling from his friend, the fox panicked; and realised just how much the hound had lost control.

Soobin's thumb pressed to your clit over your wet underwear as his large palm forced your legs apart. Soobin's other palm silenced your mouth; clit circled as you writhed in a tummy-burning lust.

“Cut it out!” Yeonjun yelled under his breath, and made a sharp yipping sound; one of warning. Permeated by a rolled-up laminated menu that he used to thwap the young dog on the head with. 

It was only a moment of contact, but it folded Soobin’s sharp ear and got the point across.

Soobin pulled away upon Yeonjun’s loud - and what you now knew to be uncontrollable - laughing chorus. Your skin heated and your ears burned from embarrassment, but you were still scent-drunk, by all means.

Never in your human life, would you have laid yourself bare in an evening diner to get fucked. 

“That was fucking close.” Soobin scoffed.

Yeonjun lit his new cigarette with his ridiculously attractive snapping lighter bottle before taking a large inhale and surrounding himself in smoke. 

“It was.” 

His amber eyes glinted under the low lights and the smoke and reminded you once more of the very real senses they both had over you. 

“Feeling needy, big boy? Haven’t seen you react like that in a long time.” Yeonjun mused once he knew his friend had calmed down. He was both assessing his friend and gauging your safety. If he would have to get you out of here before Soobin started on a dogged campaign of getting you to cum in public. But he seemed okay.

Soobin laughed. “Yeah…” He shook his hair back into place, tousling with it to then reach and unfold his tall slanted ear. “Pretty badly, actually. Little one has a decent hold on me already.”

“Good; then that makes for two of us.” Yeonjun simply smiled, squeezing your knee at your bashful eyes. 

But your mind was empty, as you were just admiring them. Watching his ears. Watching his face. His pretty puffy lips move. His gorgeous amber eyes.

“Gorgeous girl likes a thrill though, huh?” The fox mused; purring at you. He was bouncing back quicker and quicker. And it was a delight to see.

You nodded. 

 "Lucky. Kai should be here anytime soon. He’s a perv, just like you. Pretty Kit to play with. I have a feeling you’ll like him."

Yeonjun moved to sit back and slouch in the booth after setting down his rolled-up weapon; his entire leg still pressed up underneath your thigh and his palm heavy on your leg under the table. His presence may have been strong, but his devilish mouth and eyes were a decent length away now due to his abhorrent height.

Someone was approaching.

“Yeah, YN enjoys a thrill. Not without her new bodyguards nearby though, it seems.” A new voice sang, amused and high in pitch.

You quirked up; unable to see beyond Soobin or the high seats. But the dog flared his nose to calmly lean back and look behind him. Your heart beat in your chest in anticipation; but you remained as still as possible - given that the boys weren’t reacting, you felt safe; but the sensitivity was hard to adjust, even in calm settings.

As soon as you saw the huge grin of the large hybrid, you let go of the breath you were holding. 

"Speak of the devil!" Yeonjun yipped in a high and excitable tone, ears folding as he stood to bump shoulders in complete boyish fashion over the round table, pressing you into Soobin with his hips. 

A close friend.

“What’s up -” Kai laughed, bumping shoulders with the fox, grip strong and small ears folded to his hair in submission.“Been a while!” 

The guys did their usual boyish greeting; all the while Soobin watched you, dotingly. 

As Yeonjun moved to sit back down, you stayed incredibly close to the Doberman behind you. The canine didn't move an inch. Instead; he smiled, greeting Kai calmly with deep dimples and a lazy wave. 

Soobin was amused at your nervous twitching to get closer to him and lean against him to not get crushed, and how reserved you acted towards the stranger; with your dopey smile mostly gone and eyes wide and observant. 

Soobin was a guard dog by trade, but the instincts came naturally to him when you were around. Your ears struggled to keep up in such a dazed state; head spinning to hear between the two of them.

“You’re safe, Y/N,” Soobin mumbled, brushing some hair behind your ear, before placing a kiss on your shoulder that sent a shiver striking down your spine. "He's lower than us. Couldn’t hurt you if he tried." 

You nodded, absently. Something about him told you innately that he was a small predator. He likely couldn't harm you or affect you in the way the boys could; but he had a distinct new smell, one that you had never picked up on before. 

“Sorry, I was busy elsewhere -” Kai started, before seeing you. “Hi ~ You must be Y/N?” He smiled. You waved back with a nod and smile.

“Yeah, you don’t say!” Yeonjun smiled with his eyes. The annoyance completely dissipated, now the guy was in front of him. 

“We were wondering what was taking so long,” Soobin confirmed.

Kai sat down; towards the edge of the seat on the other side, roughly between you and Soobin.

“Oh, you know - work, and stuff.”

“It’s a Saturday evening, Kai.” Soobin shot back, tone blank and unimpressed.

“Well, yeah - but not that kind of work, you know? Like - yeah. Shit man, don’t make me say it!”

“Holy shit, you’ve been hustling all day?” Yeonjun yipped.

It was funny. Huening Kai was there for exactly one thing, and every single one of you knew it. But there was no bad blood. No awkward tension amongst the guys beyond your anxious buzz of energy. 

Yeonjun chittered away, ears folding in comical swings as he updated Kai with some gossip from the other missing friend, Taehyun. It had been a while since the guys had been together and had some fun like this.

You took a moment to observe the guy one degree of separation away from you.

You had only ever met briefly; between band events, taxiing for Beomgyu and after-hour office parties with sister companies. You knew of Heuning Kai. And you knew the guys were close. But beyond that, you remained indifferent and cautious.

Kai’s hair was a soft cool brown, with distinct small blond-edged triangle ears that told you that he was a Pine Marten Hybrid. Curiously; he had a few stray eyebrows. These were whiskers, hidden very well. His irises were dark brown and reached almost the full shape of his eye; only slightly lighter than his pupil. His tail was soft; brown and reached his ankles. And his face occasionally twitched; constantly moving, smiling, taking in his surroundings, and likely fast on his feet. 

He was a pretty guy. But - not someone you were instinctively threatened by, nor attracted to. But there was still something about him that made you feel cautious. Something that wouldn't let you rest.

You were cut off from your staring by a big dog’s head dropping firmly onto your shoulder. 

“Breathe, angel.” Soobin prompted. “You’ve frozen again.”

You inhaled sharply; the exhale played off as a long sigh with a smile at Kai’s sensitive ears and questioning face. The whisper from your shoulder missed amongst the chatter with the Fox. 

Though no matter the scenario, a black-tipped orange ear was pointed towards you, always.

By now, with this much heavy petting, Soobin’s scent stuck to your skin wherever he touched; like rubbing up against pure, thick incense oil. It was the same with Yeonjun; his thumb that stroked your inner knee made you tingle; toe to hip. And if you closed your eyes you could tell which spots hadn’t been touched yet.

You made a delicate noise; one that you had never made before, nor knew logically how to recreate. One of a quiet vulnerability; a soft vocalisation from the back of your throat; an air-light moan. It made the boys look to you instantly; all ears to a point. 

You froze. Eyes wide and majorly embarrassed. Crushed in the silence of their gaze.

Out of the corner of your eye; Yeonjun shifted. This was the most alert you had seen him yet. A smirk slowly made its way onto his face before his tongue touched the corner of his mouth and he dropped his head in a laugh. 

“Fuck.” 

“I -” You shook your head and cleared your throat. “- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I don’t know how I did that… Oh…”

Your voice trailed, and you shrunk back into the seat. Eyes down in embarrassment. Skin hot.

It was quite clear you wanted to move on. And the boys were sympathetic to that. But that noise had done something to them. All three hybrids could smell how desperate you were becoming via the pheromones in the air. Your quivering thighs and tacky palms at each touch-point made it so clear what was affecting you to the point of moaning into the air so softly.

To the point of crying out like a foal.

“Want to do it again?” Soobin mumbled; close to your ear.

All he needed was your nod, and the two of them pressed into your skin.

Soobin lay hot and heavy kisses to your ear as his palm slid to your upper thigh; thumb in the crease of your hip and grip gentle. Yeonjun sucked at your collarbone; stroking up and down the inside of your other thigh in a lazy and solid pattern. You whimpered; another wanton moan, quiet and soft.

Soobin's tongue spread over your ear; just as Yeonjun pinched your chin; soft moan eaten by his kiss; lips pressed to your own in a whisper of touch until his smirk pressed to your cheek. 

The dog adjusted his torso so his back was to the floor; gratification evident on his face.

Soobin moved to sit back into a more relaxed pose; slouched, with his elbow to your stomach, so as not to be obvious of what was happening. This way; you could also hold his arm as you fell apart. Testing out the new position, he dragged his thumb over your labia; catching your thong with his fingers, and smoothed over your skin until the fabric slipped up on top of his hand.

Your cunt was soaking wet with slick, and Soobin growled with a gritted jaw.

“Again.” You sighed into Yeonjun’s lips. Hands on his shoulders. Fingers dancing up and into his hair.

“Again?” Yeonjun hummed. Orange hair filled your vision. His smile was wide and tone teasing. “Two’s enough, don’t you think?”

“Again, please…” 

That noise - it happened again; right as Soobin nudged your clit with the flat of his palm, circling his middle finger inside your folds. 

“Of course, love,” Yeonjun mumbled between pressed lips; pausing for a second before slipping his tongue between your open lips; setting a filthy pace to open-mouthed kissing as Soobin's middle finger pressed into you. You moaned into the embrace when Soobin's wrist flicked and he pumped into your tight wet cunt in a delicate pattern. Every time he pumped you felt the pressured swipe of his palm on your clit and your entire torso seized in anticipation.

“I - I want it, please Junnie - please, it feels so good, ngh -” 

Yeonjun groaned at your tiny whispers; your lips were pressed to his and the thick scent of your arousal was making him throb with precum into his boxers. His Adam apple bobbed as your small hand - the one not gripping Soobin's forearm that slipped under your skirt - pressed at his crotch weakly. But the action of it; so innocent and wanting to please, made his ears dip and his eyes contract.

“Feels good gorgeous.” He grumbled, pushing to kiss you hard enough to steal the breath from you. He pulled away with a sharp point to the soft of your lips; they were swollen from his biting. “You gonna come apart for us doll? Gonna let Soobin finger you till you see stars in the middle of this fucking diner, for the whole world to see?” His voice was low and hoarse and echoed around your head as the coil in your gut pulled tighter and tighter.

“Ngh - y-yeah -” You nodded, giving up the pressing at his thick, clothed cock to fold into Yeonjun’s shoulders, face in his neck. Soobin pressed at your back with his chest, nuzzling your shoulder. They were so close to you that there was no room to think, no space for anything but them. 

Soobin bit at your outer ear, nose nuzzling against your hair right as his middle finger curled up inside of you to hit that sweet spot. Rubbing it in the place that made you squirm. 

“Little Doe’s cunt is so tight - I can feel you’re close, baby,” Soobin grumbled lowly, voice projected into your brain. You gasped a moan, lifting to kiss Yeonjun until you pulled away with pressed-shut eyes; Soobin's finger pumping inside you on a deadly rotation.

Yeonjun sucked a hickey right against the pulse on the edge of your jaw. You shivered from head to toe, surrounded in warmth and smells and ears and tails brushing over and encompassing you; warm fuzz spreading throughout your veins and sweeping over your scalp. You must have moaned pretty loudly you realised, as Yeonjun gripped your cheeks in a hurry to kiss you sloppily. When he moved away, he pressed his thumb over your lips to wipe away the drool, laughing gently at you in disbelief. 

“Hush, pretty pet. You’ll have the whole diner rushing over soon otherwise,” He let you go, ears on a tight swivel as your head dropped to his neck and your hand curled up into Soobin's bicep. Mind like jelly, as only a hybrid-sensitive ear could pick up the squelching of Soobin retracting his fingers only to dive down to his two knuckles at a varying pace.

“Ngh - Feels good -”

The boys shared a look. You were close, and you smelt like a fucking cherry ice cream with your wetness dripping off Soobin's knuckles and onto the leather. Even Kai had started twitching in his seat, eyes darting all over you during the slow and sloppy consumption of his ice cream.

“Gyu’s gonna kill you when he finds out about this, you realise?” Kai humoured out loud, shaking his head.

The fox gave him a pointed look, ears folding and lip curled as he sheltered your face. Soobin growled gently, kicking his friend from beneath the table. The dog snarled.

“Shut up, weasel. You’re just jealous you can’t get a piece.”

“Yeah, you’re right actually. She smells so fucking good you’ve got me sat over here wondering when I can get a chance. Or why I even signed up for this in the first place.”

Soobin scoffed. “Cause you’re a sucker for watching and being watched. Shut up and watch the waitresses, nerd. It’s up to Y/N whenever you ‘get some’.”

“Yeah, right.” Kai huffed, defeated but still watching with intent.

“Try not to cry out for us while you cum, hmm angel?” Yeonjun mumbled, softer than his friend, and completely instructional. 

Focused entirely on you; Yeonjun pinched your cheeks to bring you up to his eye level and gain back some attention. Squeezing for a response.

You could only utter a small puff of a nod, brows pulled together and putty in their hands. 

Your cunt was starting to contract and tighten around Soobin’s fingers. 

Yeonjun purred at your face burrowing into his collar, small desperate sighs sounding against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy and hands reaching for him. He moved his hand to massage your thigh on his side and flicked up the skirt to see past the fabric Soobin was fondling you under.

Yeonjun returned to his half-burned-out cigarette in the ashtray on the table, huffing a drag and coughing with wide eyes, blowing the smoke above the booth.

“Holy shit, sweetheart. That’s one pretty cunt you’ve got there.” 

Kai erupted into laughter as Yeonjun's shoulders jostled, laughing without mockery. He shushed you as Soobin added a third finger, squelching knuckle deep until you felt the cool metal of his ring on his forefinger press against your entrance. Knuckles between your teeth to not cry out.

“O-oh fuck, shit, fuck fuck -” 

Your knees bucked up and hit the table. 

Yeonjun quickly gripped your thigh that fell off the seat as Kai whistled; holding your thigh on him. The wolf whistle was a crude sign that a waitress was coming - distracted by his charm and ease of flirting to get her to look purely only into his eyes. 

“Easy, sweetheart. Quiet. We’ve got guests.” Yeonjun mumbled, lifting your face to lazy lick up against the roof of your mouth. He swallowed your noises and kissed you like some filthy fuck as you orgasmed in their hold. Soobin kept his fingers moving as the human waitress breached the table, his other hand going to swig the last drops of his drink.

To anyone watching, it simply looked like a bunch of adult kids and the usual two-person couple making out in the same booth. Little did they know, Soobin was brushing up against your g-spot as you whimpered, gripping his wrist and writhing, choking on Yeonjun's tongue.

He held your jaw steady and lazily kissed you, drool stringing between the two of you. 

“Mmph - June - Junnie -” You puttered, trying to speak, but stopped by his teeth pressing against yours, grip tightening on his shoulders. You released a pliant moan. Your guts twisted and the coil in your gut was tightening again, tense in your lower back and shaking. It was so soft the waitress wouldn’t have heard

The human waitress excused herself. You didn’t blame her. Yeonjun's hand had slipped up your thigh and he had pressed the pads of his fingers into your clit, underneath Soobin's large palm. You released from his lips with pants and pressed your face into his shoulder.

“‘m gonna - ‘m gon’ - ‘m - mmmmph -”

Your eyes pressed shut and you bit your lips to stop from crying out loud; grinding against their hands to cum once again. This one was a decently long ride. And Soobin angled up to make your feet tingle.

“Cumming again, gorgeous?” Yeonjun grumbled. Low and into your ear. He knew the answer. Just wanted to hear you say it. Wanted to hear you cry.

“Yeah ~” You nodded, squeezing and gripping his shoulder. “Mhmmm ~”

“You look so pretty in that skirt baby. You like Soobin's long fingers fucking you till you cum?” You nodded, desperate. “You take them so well angel. Think you can fit one more again?” 

You nodded and felt fucking insane at the proud smile on the fox’s face.

“Pretty baby’s gonna fall apart.” He groaned into your ear. 

Your nod was instantaneous; head fuzzy like an out-of-tune TV as Yeonjun moved from your clit to press his hand over Soobin's, guiding in a third finger. You were shaking, and rode along the last high to the next; reaching to pull him for a teeth-clashing kiss. 

The after-effects of cumming like that; surrounded by them, smothered in their scents and security, weighted by them; was a new high you could get used to. You almost couldn't breathe you were so hot. The ceiling spun and your brain was mellow like you had just been dunked underwater.

But they moved away from your hot body purposefully.

Yeonjun even blew cold air onto your face as you leaned on him. Soobin moved his chest from your body. And the boys patiently waited for you to return to the room. Slow movements to let you process; pulling away slowly, deliberately, and selflessly.

Slowly, you eased your legs, and Yeonjun retracted his hand - sucking on it directly over his tongue with a wink at your shy eyes looking up at him from his shoulder - holding your feet from hitting the floor.

Soobin followed suit by retracting his hand. But this time; the dog guided your face up and behind by the curve of your jaw. Without comment, he slipped his fingers into your mouth. They were thick and heavy on your tongue. You tasted admittedly good, but didn’t swallow; just held it there.

"Good pet." Soobin's growl echoed around your brain. 

It was sweet like liquor and thick like it too; cherry syrup strong enough to blow your rocks off if you weren’t expecting it.

Soobin pulled his fingers out - only to kiss you; tongue lapping up against yours and groaning. He sucked your tongue softly, but ultimately let you go after he gathered all the slick from your mouth. 

You turned to hide your face again in Yeonjun's jacket as Soobin pulled away. Shaking, quivering. 

“Fuck -” Soobin wiped his mouth, looking to the other boys, “- she tastes unreal.”

“Hate to say it, and it’s not a bad thing -” Kai murmured, low and cautious. “- but she also smells so fucking good I don’t think we’ll be able to stay here much longer.”

You weren’t listening; instead busy leaning into the fox and his warm body. Face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling his skin. He was so warm and soft, you couldn't help but bury your nose into him. Citrus tones filled your brain and lungs. 

"I'd have to agree - “ Yeonjun huffed, looking to the dog for his agreement, “I'm struggling to breathe clean air anymore." 

The dog nodded, confirming his friends' experience. If the one with smell issues was struggling; it was only a matter of time before it became unsafe.

“Time to go gorgeous.” Yeonjun kissed the crown of your head, smoothing it with a heavy palm. Mumbling to you. You shuddered. 

"Alright then - come on, guys. We don’t wanna get her too worked up in the diner, huh?" Soobin grumbled sarcastically in a rush, tail swiping against the leather diner seat in his excitement. 

Soobin reached to hum in your ear a low tease; “Let the scent-drunk babe clear her head before a good fuck, hmm? How’s that sound doll? I’ll pull the car up right outside.”

Your skin flushed hot. But you nodded, coyly. Accepting the nudge of his ears to your cheek as he kissed your shoulder blade. But you were stuck to the fox, like glue. 

Yeonjun snickered, rubbing at his neck with a sheepish smile. 

“Yeah, right. Forgot where we were for a second.” 

���See you guys later!” Kai squeaked, suddenly up and out of the diner before any of you could respond.

Soobin held a disgusted expression, scowling at his back as he darted out of the diner, paper bills slapped sloppily onto the bar’s top. His ears had peeled back until they almost disappeared in his jet-black hair; his nose scrunched in such sudden fury that you had to shake your head to adjust. 

“He’s going straight to his car to jack off,” Yeonjun explained when you looked at him, with a puzzled expression at Soobin's anger. 

The fox shrugged with an easy roll of his eyes. You, Yeonjun and Kai were morally on the same level of voyeurism, so he wasn’t exactly about to be a hypocrite. 

“I’m not against it.” 

You shrugged also. Unsure if it was necessarily okay, but unsurprised and pretty unbothered. If anything, your ego was boosted by it. 

Soobin held his own ideals, however.

“Well, I am,” Soobin growled, ears tucked back and so obviously ticked off. “Dirty fuck. Never met a guy more disrespectful."

Soobin was furious. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hot, but… now wasn’t exactly the time. The anger caused you to pull inwards. The sudden movement made your adrenaline spike before you could process it.

"Hey, come on now - you know that's a lie - hey!"

Yeonjun tried to call after his angry Doberman, but he was already up and gone.

Soobin grunted a blunt “See you outside.” and left a rush of air to come towards your newly exposed side. You shivered, rubbing your cool arm as you watched him leave, no bills placed on the side. When you spun around with a panicked expression, Yeonjun awaited you.

"Aaaand he's gone. Welp."

Yeonjun watched you; tentatively. You were so sensitive to mood changes, that he would have guessed you were a born hybrid, were it not for the missing appendages. The whoosh of air seemed to perk you up quite a bit. 

“Yeah - and - but - he didn’t pay Jun? What happened, he - shall we go to the car?” 

Yeonjun smiled at you. Irises slimmer than ever before. And reached to tuck hair behind your head. He hummed gently, eyes small and tracking your face as you rambled.

“I don’t - we should go - Junnie? We should - We should - I'm worried, that's not like him at all - umm - shall we call him, I - I'm not sure where he'd go -” 

So close after an orgasm your words were slurred as your tongue sat heavy in your mouth.

“He's okay.” Yeonjun smiled and simply waited. Your frown grew more desperate.

“He seems really mad Jun -”

“Breathe, gorgeous. He’s right outside.”

Eventually, you heaved a breath. Frowning in disbelief as the heat in your body flushed out. 

Your chin dipped as you gulped an intake of air. Embarrassed. 

You were scent drunk. The come-down was sharp and sudden. 

"Now that's the face I expect to see on a doll that's fully claimed already.” 

Yeonjun’s voice was kind. Low, gentle. 

“He’s got you good, hasn’t he?" 

“You both have, Junnie…” You admitted. “I don’t know what’s happening…”

Yeonjun laughed gently from his chest. Eyes crescented as you looked up; expecting a judging face, but you came face to face with love and affection. Your eyes quickly pooled with tears and an overwhelming sense of anxiety pumped through your gut.

Yeonjun leaned to wipe your tears. 

“Hey, you’re okay. Shh, shh.” He mumbled. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? New feeling?”

You nodded, and as much as you tried to repress it, your face had scrunched painfully and a glob of water slipped from your eye. Yeonjun wiped it away with his thumb, pouting.

Having a person a Hybrid you trusted nearby that was considered more dangerous than you or an unknown social threat; meant that you didn’t have to pay attention to your surroundings like you usually would when you were alone. Having them pull away suddenly meant that your acclimation time to becoming in charge of your extreme senses again was thrown from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. This is why gradual separations are taught from a young age.

You knew all this. Had spoken through it with Soobin many times. The nurses, the specialists, your friends. But it still didn’t make dealing with it any easier.

“Soob left pretty quick. And in a shit mood. Looks like it’s given you quite the shock, hmm?”

You nodded and tried your best to calm your erratic breathing. But before you could stop yourself; your arms reached around Yeonjun’s neck to pull him into an embrace. 

“Hey, hey - you’re alright.” The fox yowled quietly, and his ears folded. 

His heart ached for you. If natural prey-type hybrids struggled to deal with separation anxiety; he had quite literally no idea how you were trying to keep it together so hard.

“Did that new emotion scare you, angel?” He questioned. 

You nodded and Yeonjun accepted this, choosing not to question it with his face in your hair and one arm secure around you, the other holding your legs. He chittered; holding you tight the best he could at this angle. He understood that you just needed your whole face in his clothes and neck in order to feel his safety, right now, so didn’t mind you burying into his jacket.

"You're okay Y/N, he’s just outside, I promise," Yeonjun mumbled, so gently that you held him tighter. "Precious little fawn, hmm? You’ve always been so jumpy… even before the accident… now look at you…"

He didn’t speak for a while. Scared he would say something wrong. Instead, he just held you and rubbed your back as you processed the withdrawal. This is what was missing with Beomgyu, you realised, instantly. The cat was indifferent, and these boys were observant. They were able to care for you. They reacted differently to your fears. 

You released his neck, and he pulled away to see your face.

"What is it, sweet Doe?" Yeonjun hummed, a finger pad swiping over your cheek. "What is it exactly that's got you so upset?"

"I'm worried Junnie…" You said with glossy eyes. Words like lead in your mouth. Difficult to form and project. "I hope he wasn't upset with me - or you, or Kai. He left so quickly, I - and it hurt - I don’t know…" 

Yeonjun wiped your cheek with a sympathetic smile. He knew what you meant. Pulling such a strong presence away so quickly caused you to panic, and tilt off the scale. A matter of mind versus instincts.

“It’s not about you, gorgeous. And I don’t think Kai actually upset him. Just - a thing of pride, that’s all. Let’s just give him a few minutes. He’s probably as affected as the both of us; if not more than. We could all use a little pause, right now. Hmm? Get our heads back?" 

You nodded, looking down at the hand on your knee. Your smaller fingers reached to anxiously work between his knuckles. Yeonjun smiled, chittering with folded ears. He kissed your cheek; sweet, cherub, soft.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to; you know?"

You looked up. Surprised. 

Was he paying attention to Soobin's’ cues? Did he know?

"Because that's what it is, isn't it?" 

You searched his face. But gave no response. 

"You find it hard to speak when you're upset, right?" 

You nodded.

"I take it it’s nerves?"

Nod.

"And it's not because I scare you?" Yeonjun pouted.

You shook your head.

"Okay." He whispered. "I'll stick to yes or no questions for now. Sound okay?" 

You nodded. Butterflies hammering in your heart.

He was happy that you felt safe enough to be non-verbal around him; so much progress in such a short amount of time. It only seemed to happen when incredibly anxious, so he made a mental note to pay attention to that.

“You’re safe, little fawn.” He mumbled, placing one last kiss on your cheek. “I know; you’ll probably feel super stressed for a few minutes. But you’re okay. I’m here. And Soobin's just outside. Try to relax; it’s just a new feeling, not necessarily a bad one.”

You couldn't help but whimper as you held him again. Reaching to desperately hold his neck.

You weren’t sure what to say. Despite it being such a short amount of time you did trust him. With your body and heart. And he truly was grounding you. By remaining calm; watching you, relaxing his shoulders and ears. 

You held him until your chest loosened and you were stable enough that he could stop nuzzling you.

Once confident you wouldn’t cry upon him moving away; he shuffled to slouch back against the booth; one arm stretched up and behind your shoulders - he waited for you to settle into the space between his chest and armpit, elbow folded down as he held you close - and fiddled open his cigarette tin while the other reached over your chest to pull one out.

"You're doing good, pretty Doe. ‘m ‘mpressed." He mumbled; lighting the cigarette over your head again.

You were shaking, and stiff. Like your namesake would usually do when terrified. But he was impressed, given you had just cummed, and then had your support ripped from your side so quickly.

For a moment; given the position; you had no vision of the diner. Until Yeonjun tucked the packet into his jacket and you noticed a man walking towards you. Yeonjun seemed distracted; and checked his phone overview with a flick before it was tucked away to raise an eyebrow at your prodding.

“Hmm? What is it doll?” Yeonjun followed you pointing underneath the table to the guy shuffling across the floor. He was greeting people. Like he owned the place.

“Huh. You know who that is?” The fox questioned with a tilt of his head. You shook your head.

“Well,” Yeonjun started, before re-lighting the cigarette between his lips. His gruff, tobacco voice pressed to your cheek as he whispered dark secrets into your pretty little head. You wheezed slightly at the smell of menthol, turning with wide doe eyes to see him.

“His name is Bangchan. Or Chan for short. He's 25. He runs the local crime show. Fatherly-Wolf type. Has his own…” Yeonjun pulled a drag with a quirked head in thought on how to word it; “specialities. He also owns the diner. And so on.”

Crime show? A funny joke. Or, maybe a slip up… Right?

Said man began to walk past the table; clearly on some sort of serious business, given the scowl on his face. A tall white-haired male followed close behind. Around Soobin's height. He was stunning and feminine. Whereas ‘Chan’ was stunning in a more masculine way.

“Ah - Chan!” Yeonjun called as he walked past - a little harshly were it not for the pressure to stay on his chest, as he anticipated your reaction - catching his ear. The two of them stopped in their tracks. But the blonde male wandered away after a nod of Wolf-mans head. 

His face quickly lit up with a smile.

“Hey - what’s up Wilde! Ah - a guest - you must be Y/N?” 

Chan was cute. Not your type; but sweet, obvious built-in muscles, and mid-height with seemingly natural dark brown hair. He had an Australian twang to his accent, and it was refreshing to hear amongst the rest. Made him stand out.

Yeonjun didn’t rise like you thought he would to greet his friend. Like he always had. It seemed remaining calm for you was the most important thing in the room for him right now. And that made you feel… some kind of way.

Lucky for the two of you; Bangchan was pretty understanding. And bowed his head with a charming smile before sliding into the booth to sit opposite; in place of an awkward handshake.

“Glad you caught me Wilde - Hyunjin had just pulled me to head out, but I was meaning to talk to you.” He peered over you quickly before smiling. “Hope you don’t mind me interrupting?”

Yeonjun smiled as he squeezed your shoulder, kissing your temple. 

“We don’t mind. Sorry; Y/N’s a little star-struck so you won’t be getting a lot out of her right now. The diner is loud and frightening at this time of night. Maybe another time.”

Yeonjun was smiling. But it was tight-lipped and accompanied by a cut-short tone that left no room for questioning. It was clearly; a statement. Bangchan simply shrugged. Smile still kind. 

“Fine with me. Sorry about the noise. Nice to finally meet you though; heard only good things.”

You bowed your head with wide eyes and quivering lips. A little confused; as you had never heard of him before, but you just shrugged it off. It's a small world; you were bound to have some weird high school connection somewhere. 

If Yeonjun considered him safe; then you did too. 

You needed a moment to recover, anyway.

You briefly peered between the two, before you settled with picking at the frays on the thigh of the fox's ripped jeans. Yeonjun smudged out his barely lit cigarette out of respect, and you noted his sharp eyes. The softness in his face had gone since Chan appeared. Not completely; but you were observant enough to notice.

“You said you wanted to talk?” Yeonjun smiled.

You could already see why he was considered a smooth talker. His demeanour right now was completely fake; and had changed so quickly you had almost missed it. But you would never know if you hadn’t spent so much genuine time with him. He seemed cooler. More cheeky, but reserved. As if he was holding back. And he was. He would curse out Soobin later for taking the heat for the three of you without backup.

Chan bobbed his chin and thinned his lip in a thinking expression before making an ‘Ah, yes’ face. Then he pointed to Soobin's' empty yet still indented seat.

“Ah - You’re missing a Pinscher, right?”

“Yup,” Yeonjun laughed, tongue in his cheek. “Soobin’s outside. Pulling valet for us. He won’t leave until we go.”

“Oh - neat! I’ll say hi before I leave, then. Need to give him something anyway. New listing."

“Cool.” 

Yeonjun's ear ticked. 

You were almost certain Chan didn’t catch it, but you did. Yeonjun was a nervous guy, even if he acted cool. You rested against his chest; and closed your eyes. Relaxing completely. It calmed him.

“Oh, yeah, also, Charlo called me on direct from the bar.”

Yeonjun threw his head back in a snorting laugh. “Charlo?! That is not a name! You made that up!” 

“Hey - Don’t be rude! It’s short for Charlotte. And it’s a perfectly nice nickname!”

The two of them were being rather loud.

“Alright.” Yeonjun snickered sarcastically. “So - this Charlo - she called you? I should care, why? Never heard that name before.”

Yeonjun was having one of his moments. 

You had noticed the Cheetah’s head whip around as soon as it was said from across the floor, but she was smart enough to keep her head down to buss the table. You prodded Yeonjun, pointing and nodding in her direction.

“Ah,” Yeonjun mumbled. “Charlo… the Cheetah… Fuck."

The waitress. Of course, it would be the waitress. The hybrid waitress. The hybrid waitress called Charlo the Cheetah, that would report on his ass.

“What have I told you about getting handsy in my diner, Yeonjun?”

Yeonjun snorted, laughing with his belly as his head rolled back on the seat. Chan was entirely serious and you flushed cold like an ice bucket had been dunked over you.

"Aish -" He pressed air from between his teeth in humerus. "Relax old man -"

"It's disgusting."

"So's another man's jealousy."

"Ah no-" Bangchan looked distressed, disgusted even, and shook his head. "Far from jealous. At least tell me you washed your hands first?"

A pause… and then… silence. 

You were positively embarrassed.

"You're disgusting."

"And you're a saint?" Yeonjun purred, shit-eating fox grin pearly white and cockily on display. Ears back in a playful display, tail happily curled.

The fox was enjoying this. 

"Seriously June. People eat here." The older guy started; voice low and fatigued. But he seemed somewhat amused, and you guessed it took a special kind of figure to correct Yeonjun and get through to that crafty head of his.

No one in the immediate area even batted an eye at your table being extremely loud. Which was curious. Odd, even. It made you pause, and strain your ears. But nothing was out of sorts.

"So you're telling me that I can kill a man on this table, but I can't make my girl cum after a good meal?"

KILL A MAN. 

Bangchan's eyebrow raised and you froze solid in your seat. He seemed fed up. You didn't blame him; Junnie was exhausting.

You flew to see Yeonjun's expression, your heart pounding. He was cool and calm. At the terror on your face, he softened. Cracking his mask for a split second to soothe you. But he couldn’t comfort you here, in front of Bangchan. His irises softening would have to be enough.

Your head was spinning.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying, funny enough. Don't let me catch you doing it again, Wilde."

"Or what, Daddy?" Yeonjun taunted, canines flashing as he bit the tip of his tongue with a grin.

Chan gave the younger man a sharp expression.  "You know what. I gotta go - stay out of trouble kids."

“One thing you should know about Soobin -” Yeonjun grunted, as he reached inside his jacket to pull out his wallet and start ass-shuffling out of the booth, gently patting your behind along and above the seat to make room for him to get up.

“Is that he tends to get a little protective when he likes something.” Yeonjun shrugged, standing upright. 

He flicked open his wallet to pop yet another cigarette into his mouth, but it remained unlit. 

“Sometimes you just gotta remind him you aren’t about to run away. Like his favourite treat being taken to some forbidden locked up cage somewhere. He’s… scared of that happening. But something tells me you’ll calm him down.”

You took the fox's outreached hand, sticking like gum to his side as you linked into his elbow. Yeonjun swiped backwards the hairs hanging in front of your eyes and placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“He is a dog after all. Don’t take it to heart love. He just felt Kai was disrespectful."

He smoothed the back of your skirt like a gentleman as you exited the booth - before he squeezed your ass with a wink and a whistle. 

Yeonjun walked with you to the bar, placing some money and what looked like a hefty tip on the side, before proceeding to walk you both out to a slightly less irritated Soobin than the one who had run out of the diner. 

Chan was a few strides ahead, clearly walking away from an exchange. 

Soobin was smoking. Sat on the hood of his car. You could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk, because he only smoked when he was bothered by something. 

“D’you think he’ll mind if I catch a ride?” Yeonjun mumbled, whispered into your hair with humour as he squeezed your side into him. “Gotta take this pretty girl back to the dig.” You giggled, appreciative that he was taking the time to calm your nerves. 

The sun was hanging low in the summer sky. Having checked the diner clock before leaving it was currently 9:05 in the evening. Soobin had driven up from the underground parking until he was right outside. It was cooler now than when you had chosen the mini skirt. You shuffled closer to him for warmth.

You shrugged. “I can ask?” 

You were too cute. Yeonjun shook his head, pinching his eyes at you with an accompanying smile. “Just playing doll. We live together, remember?”

Yeonjun's hands lay heavy on your waist as he walked you up to the car. He could feel the excitement in your nerves like a small electric shock.

As you both approached, Yeonjun lifted his chin to his friend. 

“You good?”

To which Soobin nodded back. 

He was a little moody. Slouching, arms crossed, sitting on the hood of his car, puffing with a scowl. But he was considerate enough to exhale the large heave of smoke, far above your head.

“Fine.” The dog grumbled, clearly irritated by the tone in his voice.

“You sure about that?” Yeonjun sang in an amused manner.

Soobin lifted his lip to reveal his gums with a belly-deep growl. The message was to ‘leave it alone’. 

“Fine man, if you say so.” Yeonjun chuckled to himself under his breath, the two of you now profile to profile with Soobin and the car.

When Yeonjun had stopped walking - retracting his palms to his pockets, appearing bored and unbothered to not provoke his friend - you kept going. 

Your heels shuffled forward until both knees drew up between the legs of the casually sat Doberman. 

He straightened upon your approach. Peering down at you. You reached for his shoulders and placed a kiss on his cheek. Which Soobin graciously dipped to accept. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” He mumbled, softer than before, when his attention was directed towards Yeonjun. 

“Hi.” You offered back, happily.

Soobin was looking at you with such enamoured eyes. Ones reserved for love. Gentleness. 

“I’m not going to run away from you, you know?” You offered again, quietly. Still a smile on the way you spoke. Soft. “I offered to try this out with you, and I’m still here, and I’ll be here for as long as I can be.”

Yeonjun's ears quirked as he leaned against the door of the car beside both of you. Touched that you had listened. It moved something in his chest. His stomach. It ached, in a good way. 

Maybe the advice he had given to someone else, was the one he needed to hear the most.

Soobin’s brows fluttered as he processed what you meant. He watched your face for signs of distrust. Before he released the tension in his body and acceptance flooded over his face. He uncurled the hand from under his armpit to rest on your lower back.

“I know. Thank you.” 

You exchanged a nod. And fell into him. Into a real, loving embrace. The air was chilly, and you were thankful for his body heat.

“Still anxious?” Soobin mumbled against your cheek. “I’m surprised. You seem to have attached pretty quickly to Jun.”

You blinked. “You - you can tell?” 

“That you’re still anxious?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course.” Soobin ran his nose over your cheek with a rumbling chuckle. “Your heart hasn’t stopped thundering since we got out of the car. And your scent is - well the only way I can describe it right now is sour. It’s not like that when you’re… not upset.” 

“I smell like something sour? When I’m anxious?”

“You smell like a sour cherry, to be exact.” Yeonjun pointed out. Newly puffed tobacco smoke hanging around his frame. “And not the candied kind.”

"It's a weaker smell," Soobin confirmed. "But it's sharper. More nose-catching than when you're happy."

You hummed in thought.

“Well, what is it when I’m happy?”

“Hmm, cream and cherry pie?” Soobin questioned his friend with a smile in his tone. Yeonjun nodded and heaved a smokey inhale.

“Angry?”

“That one’s tough.” Soobin looked around in thought. "Hot. Like a hot, bitter winter wine. Burns the nose, unlike sour."

You laughed.

"Okay. What about horny?"

"Cherry Sundae," Yeonjun answered quickly for that one. You raised your eyebrows and he shrugged. "It's so sweet and heavy that the entire diner smelt like you on the way out. Probably will do ‘til opening time tomorrow morning."

"But then - there were other hybrids in there - why didn't they say anything?"

Yeonjun looked at Soobin. And Soobin grumbled low, pointed words into your ear.

"Because you're with us. And they wouldn't dare."

"And - it doesn't give you a headache? If it's so sweet?"

Soobin threw his head back in a gentle laugh.

"No, Y/N. It's a natural aphrodisiac."

"It's… addicting." Yeonjun murmured. Almost… ashamed of his infatuation, with ears tilting down as he thought on it.

But you got the point. And made a small oh sound of acknowledgement before shaking it off.

“So -” You giggled, gesturing towards his unreasonably-flashy-for-a-young-guy American muscle car; “How the hell did you end up owning something like this? Knowing people like Bangchan? It's a little odd. I thought you worked at another office, but then… How'd you afford to live like this?”

Soobin smiled. And squinted at you with deep dimples. His hand moved to rest on the car behind him as he leaned forward, and over you ever so slightly, to breathe against your neck. Your lungs stayed empty as you got stuck on an exhale, unsure as to what he would say. Missing Yeonjun's shifty eyes, before looking around and nodding to his friend.

“I work in higher places than you’d ever expect, our clever little fawn.” 

His lips pressed to your neck and your heart fluttered, falling into him as his hand pushed on your lower back. 

"Suppose there's no harm in telling you now. Breathe."

Your hands rested on either of his shoulders, consumed completely by his deep musk and wood smell. You felt like prey being cared for before being swallowed. Gasping air upon instruction. It was becoming a habit to wait.

You reached to bury your face into his scent; shaking in delight from your scalp to your toes when your nose hit his collarbone.

“Yeonjun is my sales guy. Like you said before. Gyu deals with code. Fucking nerd.”

Another kiss was placed on your neck. Suckling lightly with those perfect lips; making you lean into him more. You would think a mention of your sick 'boyfriend' would strike guilt, but your head was swimming. Breathing him in like a drug.

He was fucking addicting. And you were starting to understand what Yeonjun meant. Soobin's musk became much heavier and sweeter like tree syrup. 

“Terry’s in charge of legal. Kai’s our friend, but he’s mostly there for looks.”

He pulled away to smoke some more and puff the smoke over your head. He squeezed your ass, harshly, in one large palm, and a soft moan fell from your lips. A gift to Soobin. 

“But don’t worry - as long as you’re around at least one of us, or the hybrids we trust, in the right spots, you’ll be safe. We don’t want to get you mixed into any shady business.”

Your mind flashed to every mafia or yakuza scene ever. 'Stay with us you'll be safe', only for their safety to be more hurt than when they weren't involved.

"So - you're saying I might be watched? That you're part of a gang, or what?! I don't know if I'm into men that hurt women! Or people! Children…!!" 

Soobin kissed his teeth.

"I don't take joy in hurting others. And we don't get our hands dirty in that kind of business." 

He was… amused. 

This interaction seemed amusing to him.

"I can't say you won't have eyes on you; but you're our pet now, so it's in our nature to be protective. NOT controlling."

Soobin's lip lifted over his gum in a houndish grin, and he pressed you into his crotch as he grumbled into your ear. 

"Not that we would let you out with us anywhere without our scent plastered inside and all over you, on any given day now, anyways.” 

His breath was ticklish and you loved his open laugh as his gums pressed against your cheek as he held you tight. 

You knew Soobin. Knew he was speaking out of love, despite his harsh and rugged tone. You felt safe. 

So ultimately you laughed also; drunk on attention, and shaking your head. Even the shy Yeonjun smiled fondly.

Between the big dogs' legs. In public again. Being babied between two capable men. Short skirt scrunched between Soobin's knuckles, and his ears pointed down at you; you were warmed with love.

“Shady business then, hmm?” You repeated in a tight whisper. Eyes wide and shining up at him. “But - you’re wearing jeans!” You argued; as if dirty clothing and judging his appearance outright meant you knew anything about him. "I've never seen a high-end criminal in blue wash denim!"

Soobin puffed an exhale of a crescent-eye smile, tongue caught in the corner of his lip. Before he dipped you to the side quickly - completely playful and in control, laughing loudly in your ear as you giggled - kissing at your pulse. You ran your nails up and against his strong, beautiful neck and into the nape of his hair on the way back up; which earned you a growl on your skin, and a squeeze against his torso. 

“You’re too cute.” Soobin appealed, laughing like chimed bells like he hadn’t just possibly revealed his connection to the business underworld.

So you turned your pout to Yeonjun for more answers.

You caught him staring in admiration; ears dipped to the side and eyes hooded with the corners of his mouth tilted upwards; back against the car, arms crossed easily on his chest. He perked up once he realised you were looking; fumbling out some more smokes and touching his pockets as if checking whether something hadn't been forgotten, or left behind.

"Come on ~" You frowned, pouted even, coming to know how much he barked for it. "You have to give me some info before you fuck me? I deserve that much!!"

Soobin had, at this point, enveloped you. Lips busy kissing, licking, nibbling at the expanse of your throat. Your hands curled into his shoulders. Ears hot and moans soft at an exhale. He was so warm, it was heavenly. 

Or maybe that was just the post-orgasm, baby-girlness talking. But - it felt like the heat was coming from under your skin.

Both were fine. Both were good.

Yeonjun met your pout and whine with a raised eyebrow shake of his head. Scolding your curiosity with a mere kissing of his teeth. 

But of course, he would spill. He was too easy.

“Nothing you want to be involved with, angel.” He mumbled in a low, almost solemn voice. “Tax evasion type shit. But we don't deal with dirty money. No repercussions for anyone apart from ourselves when we get caught." 

The fox squinted. You were small but unshaken. So he continued.

"I mean, to be honest, a lot of people you know are probably involved. A certain Jaemin comes to mind - hope he loves the new wheels by the way. Heard one of them sold?"

You laughed at Yeonjun's raised eyebrows. He had slipped into his faux persona.

"I have no idea Junnie." He softened; trusting your shrug, watching as you thread your hands through Soobin's hair as he palmed at your ass. 

"He was very specific when he asked for one of the cars. I don't know if he was feeling sketched out by the deal or what. You'd know better if he's your friend?"

"Oh?" You quipped, amused.

"Yeah - he wanted it a specific red. Like… a race car. One from a movie. With decals all over it. Was specific with the no white-rim wheels. Weird guy, but I liked him. You should invite him to hang out with us."

"It was a nice red Jun, you did a good job." 

Yeonjun scoffed. "So you really had no idea?" 

You shrugged. "I had my suspicions as a friend, but never would have guessed."

"I'm sure you've got - mph - questions?" Soobin moaned between biting up your shoulder.

"I guess… I didn't realise you had been keeping tabs on me. But then again, I guess it comes with the territory…"

Of which, you meant dating Beomgyu. Their inner circle friend and participant of said crime group. It made sense.

"Mhm," Yeonjun confirmed, smile tight-lipped and amused. He took another drag. "I’m surprised a clever doll like you hadn’t figured it out. The cats in love with you. We protect the things we love. And you had no idea you were being surveilled?”

“I didn’t know.” You confirmed once more, unsure what or how loud to say it to make him believe you. “Sounds like you guys have got it down to a T, though?”

"Got what down to a T, doll?" 

"I don't know - everything!"

Yeonjun simply nodded. Shying away as his friend and newly revealed business partner gave a sharp and piercing warning gaze from behind your neck.

That seemed to be all you would be getting from the fox. He retreated from the conversation abruptly with a pout and distant mind; busying himself with flicking open his lighter for the umpteenth cigarette today. 

He didn’t look sad, but talking about it seemed to bother him. Like a task he would worry about later. Though you weren’t sure when later was, or could be.

Soobin tugged at your earlobe with delicate precision; canines making you moan and grip his hair. He growled softly and nudged your cheek with his nose until your attention was caught. Your nose pressed to his. Lips brushed with bated breath.

“It’s important that you don’t share any of this, pet. Not even with Gyu.” 

At first, you just laughed. But it became obvious how quickly he meant it. Your naive smile edged into danger; until he swiped the back of your thigh with an open palm. You bit your lip with a frown and a cut moan, pouting. 

"I mean it.”

You gulped, eyes shaking a little. 

Soobin softened, immediately, at the first hint of fear. The grip on your chin released dramatically, so your hair billowed softly between his fingers at your cheek. His exhale fanned over your face, before moving your head. His cheek pressed to your own to whisper low, and soft, in your ear.

“I need to hear you give your word, beautiful. That you won’t tell a soul. No matter what. What we vent about between the sheets, is just that to anyone else. Nothing but pillow talk.”

Maybe this was a little more than what you had bargained for. 

"But between us…. well. We’ll always tell you the truth."

He didn’t move, instead he waited. Knowing that eye contact would make you panic. You looked to Yeonjun for aid, heart hammering. His ears dipped into total submission. Sympathetic to those eyes he was beginning to hate to see - sad, panicked, insecure.

“You’re safe, doll.” The fox tilted his head onto his shoulder, smile genuine. “Just need your word is all. Or we leave, and forget this ever happened. Either is fine.”

But fuck it - danger tasted good on your tongue.

So you gulped your nerves and pride; leaning cheek to cheek to Soobin and voice barely a strained whisper; “I give you my word. Body and all - I’m yours. Please don’t break me. I'm ready - these two years have been so long - but I'm a little scared.” 

Soobin growled; deep and low. Moving to see your face. His hand cupped the back of your head and tilted up as he met your eyes; affected. Touched beyond words. He watched you for deceit; hesitation that would break their hearts. None was found.

How could he ever harm you? How could Yeonjun? Beomgyu? Any of them? 

The fear in your voice hinted towards past mistrust, and he would fight to break the cycle.

Your eyes fell shut at his lips pressing against your own. Hands holding his own on your face; enveloped by the softness in his movements. You never wanted to part, but had to breathe. 

“You have our word, love.” Soobin kissed your eyebrow, “You’ll be glass in our eyes, for as long as you want.”

You were touched, shying from his eyes as your heart beat like a bird in a cage. He meant it as the highest compliment; fulfilling your wish of wanting to be treated with care, at least for the time being. Not another thing to just use and break.

Soobin reached behind you for the fox’s offered half-smoked cigarette; flicking the ash behind you on the ground before taking a drag. He released his thighs and shuffled to sit more; which allowed you with ease to shuffle forward, until your cheek met his chest. And your arms wrapped around him.

It was silent for a moment. Like a small part in the cloud.

Yeonjun basked in this new, slightly sudden love. Soobin exhaled and placed a hand on your head. The wind sang, birds flapped their wings, and the constantly humming cars shuttled past on the highway not too far behind the trees. You could feel Soobin’s heart beating heavily on your cheek and felt the pull of his lungs as he inhaled, then released. It felt like everyone had air to breathe again. Yeonjun looked at peace. 

It was serene, for a little while, with everybody's guards down. 

But these moments must always end. 

“Ready?” Yeonjun prompted. Carefully, and with a guttural clearing of his throat. He opened the back door, eager to move on and away from this place. And onto the new adventure, the night promised.

“Yeah, right.” Soobin laughed. 

The tension in his shoulders was gone, and you accepted a final tight one-armed squeeze as he brushed his lips against your forehead to place a kiss. He released you to snub his cigarette into the nearby ashtray; and stood precariously at the entrance of the diner. Hands constantly making contact while he spun you the other way; hip heavy under his palms. 

“Let’s go.”

MAIN MASTERLIST /// TXT MASTERLIST /// IMAGE MASTERPOST UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.II CONTINUED]

well would you look at that: updated 5/DECEMBER/2023

[arvadthecursed]

more OC stuff/cards

Bastien L. DeHarme is the artist for Rhynne's card! I forgot to go back and fix that. 😭

Catherine and Phydelia are in the story where Ollie, Chiara, Ikal, Slava, Sigurd, and Arzy are. Caladia is kinda bouncing around stories but I think I've got a good home for her now, in another project I've been kicking around.

Rhynne will probably return to being a fanwalker bc I think she doesn't really jive with the Chiara and Friends™️ story. I think she works best if she's in the MTGverse.

[fandomrelatedshowerthoughts]

I’ve been making Planeswalker cards for some of my favorite fictional characters and I noticed that the powers Shawn Spencer claims to have (to “see the past, read a mind and commingle with the dead”, as he sings in the musical episode) are very flavorful to the Grixis color identity I think his personality fits (because there can be heroes in that color identity, though they’re often more Chaotic in the D&D sense than the villains of those colors e.g. three of my favorite other Grixis heroes who aren’t from the MtGverse but I headcanon as having those colors, Ezekiel Jones from The Librarians, Jackie from Cyberchase and Mr. Robot from Mr. Robot)

[horanghoe]

until it hurts a little less - part 2.II

MAIN MASTERLIST /// TXT MASTERLIST /// IMAGE MASTERPOST UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.I HERE.......]

group: TXT

pairing: Yeonbin (Yeonjun & Soobin) x Reader (Fem perspective)

genre: hybrid, angst, fluff, heavy smut, minors dni !!

word count: 39k / split into 2 posts

T/W’s : under the line

A HUGE THANK YOU TO MY FRIENDS & BETA READERS ~ Saffron & @pyeonghongrie & all of MTG and especially the furry babes: @slightlymore @raibebe @starlitmark @wooahaeproductions [extra credit for the above mb!! tysm beeeeeee] @atiny-piratequeen <3 & anyone else I have tortured with brain rot and updates

AUTHORS NOTES - Wow. Thank you everyone for your patience. This has been many many months of chipping away at a small idea to make it into a now infamous [among friend circles] 40k hybrid fic. This draft has gone through a breakup, different jobs, and different living scenarios, phew! Following from the kitty Beomgyu saga the series now dives into new and hot Yeonbin dynamics. I look forward to feedback & interest in a small cuddle pile epilogue and editing of old works to bring them up to date. Lots of love, Wren 🦝💗

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

My Oh My - Camilla Cabello FT. DaBaby

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel

Beast Of Burden - The Rolling Stones

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

I Want You to Want Me - Cheap Trick

No Strings Attached (Enemies to Lovers) - Backseat Vagabond

Feel free to suggest others! :>

♡ Trigger Warnings ♡

voyeurism [aka sex in a public place], intimate scenes in an open late-night diner, a third watches with consent and an invite but is named perversive for comedic effect, submissive reader, female POV reader, AFAB reader, female pronouns & genitalia descriptives, occasional degrading words/actions with active consent, height kink, size kink, slight dacryphilia scene, crying [out of the context of sex], mention of unfulfilling ex-partners, sex in the rain(?), mention of blood, sub-mode or trusting others to make decisions after sex [safe, loving, no fear here but do need to warn], choking [mild, not to the point of harm].

hybrid content such as scenting marking and knotting; themes of possessiveness and alllll the animalistic features from that.

All of the above are willing and consenting for every party present (apart from Bangchan/diner staff). If you cannot stomach voyeurism, skip about halfway and you can still enjoy the last half of the fiction. :]

Soobin took the driver's seat - Yeonjun sat, slouched, in the passenger seat of the car as agreed - shrugging off his jacket to throw into the back seat. The fox batted it past him, above you, and onto the floor. 

Boys.

Yeonjun had to breathe from his mouth upon entering. He had hissed under his breath and thoroughly resisted the urge to growl at Soobin, instead pulling his ears back while the insanely sweet smell of your wet cunt against the leather seat underneath him from hours before, and Soobin’s natural scenting of heavy cedarwood, dampened his own much lighter citrusy one. 

Much like an animal; scents worked to establish things like hierarchy, health, sex, age and physical standing within a space, for a hybrid. 

So to enter such a heavily-marked one and lose his own presence and stature in the process was quite disarming. 

Not to mention you were ovulating and smelt like God's nectar; at peak time to be bred, which he intended to take full advantage of.

It was a relatively clean car. Actually, it was very clean, considering you had only ever been in a car with 3 other males of varying states. You didn’t particularly make a habit of it, but life had worked out so that the counter now ticked up to 5.

What you didn’t pick up on, was the air con being clicked down to low, or the burning eyes that the boys gave each other. 

Yeonjun stopped it from going lower than 1 - to flush out the suffocating smells that made his cock throb already - Soobin meanwhile, remained intent on hotboxing until everybody was marked by him. Even the fox. 

A spark flew between their eyes for a brief moment, but in the back, alone with thoughts wondering, you tried to break the silence, none-the-wiser.

“So - where are we going?” Your shaken from nerves, but positively excited voice called out from behind. 

It felt small in such a big car. 

Like you were speaking openly in a cathedral. Your voice bounced back at you and made you cringe in its wake. You weren’t sure your presence was appreciated in this space yet.

You shouldn’t talk - the nerves said. You should only listen here.

Soobin peered at you in the mirror, offering a dimpled smile. You eased, if only a little. Shoulders shrugging forward.

“Wherever you want, gorgeous.” 

Warmed at the softness in his husked voice, you bashfully looked away from the mirror. 

It had started to rain. Pat pat pitter pat. Soobin rolled his window from half-mast to completely closed and started the car. 

Gentle heat - again, hands swatted to set it to increasingly low levels until it rested at level 2; warm but not suffocating - started to blow from small vents in the lush interior doors.

“Ooo - cosy.” Yeonjun yipped happily - in amusement, but mostly sarcastically - to himself.

Soobin rolled his eyes. Quickly snatching the cigarette pack from Yeonjun's busy foxish hands and stuffed them in his door.

“No smoking in my car either, you nasty street fox. I just got it cleaned.”

Yeonjun made an offended noise, yipping something about losing his lifeline, how he never got it cleaned for him, before crossing his arms and slouching further in a pathetic display of defeat.

“You’re quiet back there.” Yeonjun shot, gruffly, to the back of the car, peering behind the seat… Like a kid who just had his iPad taken away so now he had to talk to the other passengers. Reluctantly. “You made your mind up yet where you wanna go, doll?”

Truly, it was a front. 

He was restless and wanted to move away from this place to stop the ache in his chest and cock. 

Plus, your nerves were starting to bother him. 

You weren’t innocent per se, but you were an anxious prey type in need of calming, in the most physical and overriding sense. He could taste it on his tongue - maybe not as strongly as Soobin - but he was bothered by the sourness.

Four eyes drew to you in the silence.

Two from the ceiling mirror, blown wide. Two from the seat in front pinched tight.

“I don’t - I don’t - umm…” You froze, muttering uselessly before a shrug fell from you, and you writhed your hands between your knees. 

“You sure you wanna do this, Y/N?” Yeonjun questioned, carefully, with suspiciously squinted eyes. “If you wanna pull out, now’s the time to do so.”

“Yeah, I umm -” You cleared your throat. 

Squeezing your fists between your thighs, and your thighs to your fist. 

The idea of being watched, smelt, tasted, touched by these men - it was fucking you up to the point of not being able to think.

“I’m pretty sure. Yeah, I err - I think so. Yeah.”

You puffed a breath, heart hammering against your ribs. Touching your warm face and looking down to pick at your nails. 

“I want it. You. Two. You two.”

Soobin smiled to himself. Yeonjun was going to eat you up with all that coyness on full display. Soobin found it cute but knew his friend to be a little more… depraved in his tendencies. And it's true, his friend's heart pounded as his cock did. 

Soobin was a little better at making decisions for his pets, though.

“Do you want us to pick a place, little one?” Soobin asked, voice and eyes low. “Or can you be a good pet and answer our question?”

Well, Soobin had never referred to you as his pet before. And especially not in such a soft-dom way. You didn’t know how much of an effect it would have on you. 

“I’m not - I don’t know -” You tugged a little on the seatbelt across your chest, breathless. “Can we even - can we fit in this car? Can we even do that?”

Yeonjun grinned. 

“Depends how much of a rush you’re in, doll. In the car, on the car, around it. We could go back to ours? Or tag team in a hotel. Break back on the hood. And we can’t get you pregnant - as much as we’d love that - so it’s not like we need to go anywhere first. All depends on you, gorgeous.”

You shot him a glance. Only a very quick one. A bad idea for you. 

The fox had turned on the console to face you. His eyes were a burning orange, like the outside of his ears, the black in the low light swallowed by the dimming evening. He was beautiful, asking you a question, staring at you directly; and you were stunned.

You instantly shot your chin to your chest, shaking it. Forced to squeeze your hands to the seat to calm yourself against the blood pumping in your ears. 

You forced yourself to speak. Imploding at the pressure.

“The cars good!” You squeaked. “I just - I don’t know where!!”

Yeonjun laughed fully, small chitters sounding. He shuffled to sit upright and turn back into his seat, only to slide down just as Soobin slipped into gear and began rolling out onto the main road, away from the diner.

“Good job baby.” The dog grumbled, concentrating on driving. “Don’t worry, I know a place.”

“We know a place.” Yeonjun corrected. “Get comfy pet, it’s a bit of a drive.”

You puffed out a huge exhale. Lungs burning and dizzy as you melted into the seat. 

It took mere seconds for Yeonjun to note the shaking of your skin against the cool leather. 

He tugged Soobin’s jacket up off the floor and placed it on you with a wink. Before removing his outer sweater without a word, but patting it over your lap as you gratefully held it over the goosebumps. 

Surrounded by them.

Bathing in the calm, before the storm.

“We’re here,” Soobin announced to the group, after a solid half hour of fast-winding mountaintop driving between trees and sea. “Still raining. No one here as usual.”

You had pulled into what seemed to be a campsite parking lot. Probably only used in the summer; as parking wasn’t charged during the winter, according to the big red signs against nearby trees.

“You ready beautiful?” Yeonjun had smiled, his head back against the seat and watching you as you looked out the window. His voice was low, ears dipped along with his eyes. “Still nervous?”

You were nervous, but fighting it to the best of your ability. 

“Yeah - I am, a little. I’m not sure why. I trust you though, just… Something has me on edge, is all...”

Yeonjun's tongue went to the corner of his mouth in a smile.

He knew why. You were stuck in a confined space with two predators. One of them had already smothered his scent glands in your neck all evening. The other, more orange one, was aching to do the same.

He found it adorable that you hadn't yet joined the dots; or got to the stage of understanding your instincts.

“Well, I'm glad you feel comfortable enough around us to do this. ‘Bout time for you to come sit in the front, hmm?”

Your body flushed with heat, chin dipping. Yeonjun yipped a small harmless laugh. He leaned over the console with his languid torso to catch your downcast eyes.

“Come on. I don’t bite sweetheart.” He smiled. “Not a fan of breaking glass, after all. Come on, it will be fun. We stop whenever you want. Alright?”

You nodded, bracing yourself for the cold and wet sky with a puff of air before diving out the door on the driver's side and running around. The boys both clicked their seats back, and as the cold air hit his body Yeonjun held open the door and wilfully manspread to allow you room to climb over him in the space.

Although it was a little awkward to fit; you managed to bend at an angle and shuffled into the front passenger seat atop Yeonjun with altogether surprising ease. Your head hadn’t even hit the ceiling yet. Nor had you crushed the male beneath you as you feared you might. 

Then again, this car was rather tall. And long.

For a moment you were still rushing with the adrenaline you felt in the back seat. But very quickly, you realised what position you had found yourself in - agreed to, suggested - and you flushed hot under the skin.

The door closed with a clack. And suddenly there was no more room to breathe.

Within an instant, you became wary of every single movement. 

You weren’t in the safety of your comfy back-view anymore. 

No. 

Now, you were face to face with the fox. Your knees pressed to the seat between his legs, snug between the thighs that stretched taut from the pull of his crotch. He was tall, even when laying down. 

You weren’t sure where to put your hands. Or where to look. You placed them on his chest, on the seat; either way was suffocating-ly close. As you wavered above him, Yeonjun smirked. And lifted in his reclined position, cornering you on the roof of the car with wide eyes and a racing heart.

“You smell like a bunch of nerves, gorgeous. I like my cherries sweet before I eat them.”

It was a statement, not a question. And a provocative one at that. His breath washed over your face and you weren’t sure where to look. Your lungs burned from such tension until you could do nothing but stare down into his chest. 

“Breathe, Y/N.” A deep voice rattled beside you. “You’re okay.” 

You inhaled quickly, gasping some short breaths at Soobin's command. 

His eyes were dipped. And he was palming himself through constricting jeans. Your chest squeezed at the thought of him jumping your bones. And while you weren’t aware of it, the guys had started to ground you in more unfamiliar ways.

“Thank you, Binnie.” You mumbled, thankful, if a little dizzy. Still unsure where to look.

As you turned to the driver's side to thank the Pinscher, Yeonjun took aptly the opportunity to ease you into him; and found purchase on your skin. 

“Come here, my skittish little Doe.”

At first, you did resist. Mostly out of nerves.

But it soon became impossible. His pull was intoxicating; and you wanted them both, regardless of the nerves fluttering in your belly.

Yeonjun's tongue swirled hot and heavy against your ear. Biting and sucking at the soft skin of your jawline. And the moan that fell from your lips as he licked and sucked a hickey over the one he had placed before was carnal. 

It provoked a weakness in your knees that caused you to fall onto him. Like a dove falling from flight.

He caught the curve of your ass with a strong forearm, flexing his thigh to keep you up and sitting on top of him, knees pressing into the console. Your mini-skirt had pulled up high and you were just about keeping your eyes open.

Soobin groaned; infatuated with how quickly Yeonjun had pulled you apart at the seams.

“Pretty deer; no wonder you’re so scared of me.” Yeonjun purred into your skin, catching it between his teeth, “I couldn’t get this close to you in the diner. You've been smothered by a wet. Fucking. Dog.” 

Soobin growled protectively. And curled his lip in distaste. 

"Good. If you don't like it, you should scent her."

"Working on it." Yeonjun grit back.

Yeonjun licked a stripe up your neck in repeated slow lengths until he landed on your pulse. 

When you moaned and he felt the pump pump against his tongue muscle; he grinned wide, testing with a soft suck. You keened, almost breathless, and gripped onto his arm for support. 

“Found it.”

For a split second; you panicked. Aware that he could bite into and tear out your jugular with ease as such a fine specimen of a hybrid. 

Instead of his grip on your stomach growing tight, he simply gripped the hair at the base of your skull, guiding you back until your neck was revealed.

Yeonjun wasted no time in babying you as the pheromones hit his nose; instead, he set to work and nursed a newer bruise over the one already blooming behind your jaw; trailing down to your shoulder. 

He paused to lift your arms, gripping them gently to drag your small shirt off and wrap an arm over the curve of your back; secure and grounding. While he palmed at your chest with his free hand; hard nipple making you flinch as he rolled it over his palm.

You felt a little uneasy but tried so badly to ignore it. Reaching for his hand and linking your fingers. “Relax, baby ~” He purred into your ear; licking and biting at your jawline until your cunt throbbed, jaw slack and eyes fighting the close of ecstasy. “You’re so safe ~”

He considered for a moment what it was he was doing. 

What it meant for him, to scent you.

But just as quickly he dismissed his doubts; pushing the crown of his head and his ears against your throat and chest while he gently chittered. Rubbing his cheek onto your hot skin and over your shoulders. His eyes closed, and he was so gentle for you that it made your heart ache. 

Relaxing slowly into him; you slid your fingers into his hair to hold him there and rest your face on his hair. He hummed; running his lips over your collarbone. And chittered at your exhaled sigh, pulling back to see your face.

He was pleased with what he saw.

"Feeling better gorgeous?" Yeonjun checked in, dotingly. 

He swiped a hair behind your ear and neck to leave sharp-toothed kisses in his wake. He was becoming a little more messy with his kisses, now that he knew you could handle it. 

“A little more relaxed? Less on edge? Less afraid of me?"

You moaned a soft nod, accepting the kiss from the corner of your eye. "Mmhmm…" You groaned. And rested your forehead on his. 

“Junnie ~,” Yeonjun practically purred at your breathy moans, nose and lips still pressed against your skin. “I feel so much better.” His arms drew around your back, pulling your belly flush to him while he held you.

Your bodies were warm together, and the air hung thick like fog on a wet stormy day to the point that you had to open-mouth breathe just to get some air into you. Not to mention your brain felt like mush. And the windows - they were fogged thick.

“F-f-f-fuck -” You managed. 

You groaned softly and tried to shake the haze out of your mind. But it didn’t seem to budge. 

“What is this-? How did the two of you-? When-?”

You couldn’t formulate the words. But it was okay. He knew what you meant. Knew that you were asking about the heaviness in your lungs. The aching you had probably started feeling. The deep throbbing in your cunt that wet your thong at an abhorrently fast pace.

“Scented you, angel. Like Soob said; it should help with the nerves.” Yeonjun faux bit at the spot; canines scraping at your skin as he sucked tactfully. You moaned, keening towards him. 

He released all too soon; “Now both Soobin and I have a share. And you shouldn’t feel so anxious near me. Maybe even -” 

You were sure if the devil could speak it would be through the lips of Choi Yeonjun.

“- you should relax. Let me take care of you, doll.” 

Yeonjun smirked, a tooth caught on his bottom lip. He didn’t need to hear you speak, though he gave you a moment to try. The silence answered him plenty. Your legs had started to rub together for something to touch your throbbing cunt. And a hand soon found purchase cupping you over your underwear, hard-on pressed to your ass and thigh after the fox angled his hips upward.

You moaned, watching as Soobin's eyes drew to the hand slipping beneath your skirt. Before holding Yeonjun’s arm that pressed a palm against your core. You pressed down against it gratefully; sighing at the pressure that struck pleasure within your bones. 

“Junnie-” You found yourself moaning openly, with no shame in sight. Just as they liked. You whimpered for more.

Yeonjun's arm flexed in response; long fingers pressed at the wet fabric of your opening over the fabric of your underwear; only to slip his hand down further, then drag the edge of his palm back up; lip bit and watching your face as you pooled into his body. Your eyes had squeezed shut, mouth agape and moaning openly. 

“God, you’re so pretty.” He groaned, meeting the dazed eyes that turned to him. 

Your whole body practically twitched when he dragged up your clit. Cupping the jaw that reached for his face, the kiss instantly matched in intensity while you scrambled to find purchase. He pulled his hand down to drag upward and press against your clit again, and your moan caught in your throat.

“Kiss me, pretty girl.” He purred, small yips sounding from his chest. And so you did. Moving to place your forearm on his chest, meeting him for the deepest kiss yet. Encapsulated by him, until you parted and drool pooled onto his shirt. 

Yeonjun wiped your mouth, before grabbing you again, right as he pushed up hard against your cunt and dragged. You cried out, moaning into the kiss and gyrating on his palm.

Soobin was ready to burst. But God he loved you far too much to bust just yet. Instead; he did the next best thing. 

The zip and release pop of the popper that sounded beside you snapped you out of the kiss; Yeonjun tugged you up and manhandled you to press against your belly; ass to his crotch, your back to his chest and mouth attached to your neck. Small in his hold.

Soobin groaned, his lips twitching and ears pulled back. Finally, he sighed. His hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, releasing from the jeans with a few firm pumps. Lip bit and head rolling back with a firm groan. 

At the same time; Yeonjun's palms gripped and massaged your chest. Teasing your nipples with gentle then heavy drags.

His nose prodded at your cheek as you squirmed, forcing you to look at Soobin - as if you hadn’t been maintaining tension for what felt like hours already. 

“Sit pretty for me doll.” 

Yeonjun chuckled in a husk into your ear; sweat beading on his forehead at the struggle - both at the attempt to maintain control and the bicep strapped over your hips to keep you from moving - biting at you with a tongue-pressed devilish grin. His other hand moved to press down on your pubic bone. Not close enough. A lick into your ear made you moan. 

Soobin thrust with a deep groan into his fist, thighs tensing and in his own private mental arena. But your head had begun to throb. And it coincided with every pump of his cock. You would have put together the pieces, were it not for you being deep into a foggy mindset.

Not that you had any complaints. This felt good.

“Binnie -” You moaned aloud and at length with an open mouth, head thrown back from Yeonjun's heavy petting into the crook of his neck. 

The boys smirked. Particularly Soobin. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the impression felt as his dimples pressed his cheeks and he shook his hair, tongue caught in the side of his mouth. 

Being a young hybrid in his prime, a true example of health; his power in the car combined with Yeonjun's made your brain and cunt throb desperately. 

“Open the window, you Dog,” Yeonjun smirked at his friend, playfully twisting your nipple between his fingers; pressing his cheek and nose to your jaw. “Be careful or you’ll end up flushing her out.”

You had heard that term before when speaking to a nurse about hybrid females. When they’re scented to the point of their own temporarily disappearing, a hybrid becomes infatuated and malleable. Their equivalent to a sub-space.

Soobin's dimples deepened. “Good.” And set pace. “I want our little pet to feel it in her guts when I cum.”

He lay back, with his fist wrapped around his base and the other holding his balls, to thrust with grunts at the fastest pace you had maybe ever seen, tongue caught on his teeth. 

He was doing it to make a point. To show you that the pressing presence you had been feeling on the edges of your being, was very real. That if he wanted you to come, you would. If either of them wanted you to fall apart, they could make it happen.  

A wave of carnal desire; a pure hunger you didn’t know you were able to experience; overcame you so suddenly and so violently that your bones started to shake. Never had you been this eager to fuck. Didn’t think it was possible. 

“Wa- fu- fu - fuck, please, I wanna cum, I wanna cum so bad -” You just about cried out in plea to the fox; grip on Yeonjun's bicep under your arm almost painful.

Quickly, Yeonjun slipped a hand into your panties - using a small apology of ‘sorry, I guess forget the warmup’ and slipped his gifted-ly long fingers to slip 2-thick in a curl up to your belly, the edge of his palm swiping over your clit delightfully heavy - and reached for the window with the other, slipping it down halfway.

It didn’t take Soobin long to cum.

The sound of Yeonjun's hands slapping sloppily, palm-to-soaked-cunt, and your debauched and corrupted moans and whimpers, along with your exposed chest from all your writhing, sent Soobin on a spin. Cock thick and leaking from beginning to end.

You weren’t doing too good yourself. 

In fact; you were doing amazing.

Placated only by Yeonjun yowling gently, holding you to him and shushing against your neck. He did his best - aka, the best - to ground you. He chittered at your needy, dumb-fucked mind. Allowing you to sit up to thrust down onto his hand.

The smell of rain began to enter the car; the concern of dampness flashed across your mind before Soobin moaned.

“Ah - fuck, Y/N - fuck - you feel that?” He was near his peak, and Yeonjun couldn’t stop himself from biting his lip to moan as you essentially got yourself off on his fingers; over his long cock snug up between his jeans and your ass. 

You nodded, desperately grinding for a release, tears wet in desperation on your cheek. 

“Fuck - gonna come baby girl. You want it? Pretty girl wanna come? I could wait -”

“I want - I want it - wanna - cum - want - it-” 

The final begging pushed him over the edge. Humping atop his friend like a rabbit.

Soobin groaned, hips stuttering into three more solid pumps as you squeezed your legs shut, lying back without breathing as Yeonjun pumped his fingers as a curl with loud slaps until your cunt dripped white on his jeans. You cried out at the exact moment Soobin came in his fist, tears on your cheeks and fist white on Yeonjun's arm. Not unlike the endless amount of cum that spat from between Soobin’s knuckles, onto his legs.

If there’s one thing you did know; it’s that when hybrids cum, they cum a lot.

Your body was hot. Hips twitching and mind spiralling. Your cunt squeezed Yeonjun's fingers until they were taken out, circling the entrance until you whined, a big glob of a tear falling down your cheek in ecstasy.

“Well done, you did good,” Yeonjun hushed you. 

You didn’t react, head dizzy and grip weak. 

You flopped down onto Yeonjun's chest, willingly, to pant like you had just run a fucking mile. 

"Ngh - Junnie -"

"Take it easy, gorgeous. Catch your breath."

Both your foreheads knocked together into his kisses to bathe in some love as you recovered, head buzzing and cunt full. Eyes closed and breathing shallow. 

Soobin's movement flickered Yeonjun's ear against the seat, whooshing air into your face. He had been quiet; observing.

He grabbed, messily, a fistful of dry wipes to clean his hands with. Never particularly keen on his own cum ending up on his lips.

“Stupid mutt.” The fox hissed, still nuzzling your hair. Listening to your puttered moans and sighs. “Hope you feel better after that? Almost flushed her out completely. Then how would she of fucked? Poor thing. How do you know she even wanted that?”

Soobin peered over, post clarity striking some guilt into his chest when he was met with the vision of your fist curled into your lips and face hidden onto his friend's chest.

The rain picked up enough for Soobin to roll up Yeonjun's window from his side.

The dog scoffed, and flipped the band of his boxers back up over his cock, for the meantime. He adjusted in his seat, stretching his upper back and jaw. Satiated. Rolling his neck back on the headrest to glare, eyes low, into Yeonjun.

“She wanted it. Trust me.”

He ruffled his fringe, in the pulled-down front mirror, eyes meeting yours to the side.

“Didn’t you gorgeous?”

He tilted his head at an angle, ears flopped to the ground. He squinted at you, gauging your mood. Smile careful.

You smiled against your fingers. Instantly matched by the tongue at the corner of the hound's mouth; dimples deep as he leaned back into his seat. 

"See." Soobin chuckled. Tongue to the edge of his smile. "Baby wants it, hmm? Wants her mind to be fucked until she feels like jelly?"

You nodded. And smiled behind your hand as wide as Soobin did.

Yeonjun's glare softened and he chittered gently when you rose; elbows to his chest.

“What are you up to; pretty Doe?” The fox purred. Playful suspicion was written all over his face, tail curling around your knee. Ears back.

But you just bashfully blinked your wet eyelashes at him; and held his shoulders to grind down slowly; at the exact same time as you kissed him and pulled away. You did it again. And again, and again. Each slow, heavy drop paired with a messy, dragging kiss.

Yeonjun groaned loudly, tongue to his gum in annoyance. A muscle in his jaw ticked; a reaction you had never seen from him before. 

You rested your weight down to grind in quick motions; wetting his lap as his fingers dug into your thighs.

His eyes squinted, pupils thin as slits. 

Yeonjun gave you a sore and open-palmed warning swipe up and against your thigh; hissing at you through grit teeth.

“Keep teasing me and you’ll get a bite on your throat, dumb little pet.” 

His sharp, low voice made you smile; you were enthralled. Nerves tingling like electricity beneath your skin.

Claim marks were permanent issues of trust; a literal bite into one's skin. The idea of leaving one so obviously front-facing was abhorrent and filthy, and it suited him.

You smiled against your hand, giggling. Biting at the knuckle of your ring finger as he bucked up. Soobin smiled at you lovingly as you fell into Yeonjun's chest; cunt pressed to his crotch. He held your hips there for a moment; biting at your exposed shoulder, keeping you giddy and scent-high as he tactfully shuffled his jeans down; no underwear in sight as you bit your lip.

“You ready to get fucked dumb, our precious little fawn?” Yeonjun mumbled, then kissed your cheek; not opposed to your face hiding from him. Nose in your hair. Palming your ass so that your slick covered his cock and your thong caught between skin.

You couldn’t stop grinding; clit rubbing against his large cock and coating his length in slick. Breath small and panting. Your nipples were so sensitive between his pinched fingers; the back of your neck tingling with warmth.

“Junnie - Yes - Want it -” You moaned, eyebrows low and knuckles in your mouth, consumed. Relying on him completely.

A hand gripped your scalp; your head was tugged backwards.

“Mind if I take those panties, pet?” Soobin smirked. "Just need to do a little health check." 

The hand belonged to Soobin.

He didn’t actually want them; nor was he entirely bothered by your seemingly okay health - at least at first - he just wanted to see you shy away. 

He was getting hard again already; seeing you manhandled. And released your hair upon your nod.

He really could do a health check anyway, so what was the harm?

You nodded, moaning as Yeonjun sucked at your nipple; “Here -” Yeonjun mumbled, and gripped under your skirt from behind to begin tearing at the fabric. It took three solid rips to unhook you; soaking fabric caught by Soobin with a slop. 

Immediately, his face buried into it. You shivered at the air that hit your cunt; aware that the two of them were gifted, but surprised by the length that met you as you ground down again.

A deep, guttural growl rattled the seat beside you. And the vibrations made your muscles ripple; hips lifted via Yeonjun's grip on your waist alone; cock swiped against your dripping thighs and entrance before pressing up and into you. 

You lost your breath immediately; choking on moans as the head of his cock pressed into your warmth, a deep stretch and ache pulling towards your belly as Yeonjun sunk your hips patiently; head back against the headrest and eyes barely open.

“You better fuck her deep, and slow,” Soobin growled; eyes blown fearfully wide and teeth grit. Nose firmly inside the dripping fabric gripped in his hand; “Little fawn came to us for help on her first rut season.”

"I knew it." Yeonjun groaned. Gritting his teeth to speak. “She’s been sick and needy the entire day.”

It’s true; you had been. Fiending for attention. Grasping at them whenever you could. Burning up from beneath the skin. Sick with lust.

You sat up more; whimpering as Soobin's growls caused your entire mind to fuzz over; leaving little resistance to Yeonjun's thick, curved cock to tilt, slick dripping down his thigh. By the time you sat to the hilt; you were practically drooling.

“Stupid kitty didn’t even tell you it was happening, did he, gorgeous?” Soobin snarled. You shook your head quickly, whimpering. 

“It - we fucked through the first one, but - he said - it might come back -”

The fox wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against him with impressive strength. Pulling you to sit up higher than before. 

Yeonjun was snug in your gut, but neither wanted to proceed before checking in with you first. 

His heart pattered at the thought of you coming to them for help. More selfishly him. 

“Do you feel sick at all?” Yeonjun asked; voice incredibly gruff; holding you still. You eased into his arms; elbows over his shoulders and hands in his hair. “Any pain? Anywhere?” 

“No, Junnie.” You whimpered; shifting as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “I just feel so needy -”

The dog chuckled. “No wonder you've been smelling like a fucking candy shop, angel.” 

Yeonjun groaned, gripping you even closer with his biceps. “Quit squeezing me so hard for a sec doll; this is important.”

You closed your eyes, breath laboured and a warm pleasure seeped into your stomach. But you tried your best to listen and relax, for him.

“Soob - please take over. The babe’s cunt is squeezing me so tight I can't think straight.” 

Yeonjun pleaded; tone tight while he spoke.

“You’re in good hands now. Just try and listen carefully, okay?” He whispered, before sighing and burying his face into your chest. Holding on with every fibre in his being. You rested on top of his head; thumbing at the inside of his soft ears. Fuzzy and warm at his beautiful scent being so close to your face.

The dog held the underwear to his face one last time on a solid inhale before moving it only the slightest bit away.

“Do you know anything about Doe rut cycles, Y/N?” He questioned. Low, calm. 

Of course, you shook your head. And Soobin growled.

Soobin grew annoyed. Annoyed that he had to explain something so vitally important while you sat there so pretty; full of cock and trying your best to listen. Annoyed now that Beomgyu’s selfishness had reached beyond their initial sphere of influence. Annoyed that his friend had truly done the bare minimum to care for you, through the transition and out the other end.

“I’m sure you and Beom fucked recently, right?”

You moaned wistfully; a yes. 

“And it felt good; maybe better than ever before?”

“Y-yes Junnie…” You whispered, gasping as Yeonjun adjusted in his seat.

“Good job paying attention, gorgeous.” Soobin chuckled gently and grumbled a content growl. You were really trying; despite your body likely being furnace-heat and mind full of nothing but the want to be full of cum. You openly moaned at the praise.

“But it wasn’t enough? No matter what; you just couldn’t hit that spot?”

Another nod. Bashful, this time. Soobin's mind wandered, briefly. Images of you unable to satisfy yourself; no doubt sniffed out by such an incompetent fool. 

“Right. It only gets triggered once a year for you, thankfully. But a Doe’s cycle will repeat until they feel bred enough. You’ll feel like this until you get fucked dumb, little fawn. And you want it, don’t you angel? Want Junnie to come in you, fuck you slow - want me to plough you until you can’t feel those legs anymore, hmm?”

Yeonjun was, at this point, smiling in humour against your skin. Wicked in mind as your body struck the hottest he’s felt yet. Cunt tight and like a furnace around him. You were breathless. And you nodded with urgency.

“Yeah - I do Binnie, I do -”

The dog chuckled, fabric back to his nose. 

“For that kind of fucking; well… You’ve come to the right hybrids.” 

Yeonjun smirked. “Damn right.”

“That want you have, that pulsing desire seeps off of your body until one of us smells it.” Soobin groaned; fluttering his eyes shut for a second, before continuing. “The reason we would want to place a claim on such a pretty little thing. Is so you don’t get hurt. Or hunted. It’s a bond more permanent than love, Y/N. And a massive step to take.”

“I know -” You moaned; eyebrows creased. Yeonjun peered up; placing soothing biting kisses to the scent-marks on your pulse. He was becoming sensitive to your unease. “- I want it badly, Binnie. Want you both, Binnie… Wanted it since April… Since last year…”

Last April - when you had been turned. That meant that the connections between you all; had indeed been deeper than a crush. Soobin puffed a sympathetic whine. He felt your need, as much as Yeonjun did. Sharp ears dipped low.

“Since last April, sweetheart? You’ve been waiting on us all that time?” The dog mumbled, his voice dipped in a vulnerability that was as rare as gold to see.

“Mmhm…” You nodded desperately; eyes watery as your emotions dipped out. Yeonjun nuzzled you; arms tight to not tease any movements; ears folded the entire time. And you held onto his strong shoulders. “I- I love you both...” Overwhelmed by the emotions that you - all - had buried and tucked away for months. So desperate to move you felt dizzy. Slick now seeping down Yeonjun's thighs and onto his seat. 

Soobin watched you for a moment. It was so obvious now that he felt a fool. 

“You ready to make that kind of commitment, June?” The Doberman whispered, softly. “It's sudden. We don't know if it'll work out.”

“Like nothing before.” The fox confirmed; teeth grit in concentration. “It will. We'll make sure of it.”

“Good. You’ve got us both, little fawn. As long as you want us.”

You felt like crying. Ready to burst at the seams. Panting.

“Please Binnie… I need to cum… Please…” 

Soobin laughed, coming back from his mental distraction; “Good job. You can move now angel.”

It didn’t take you more than a second to start moving. 

You were simply stuffed full; head full, mouth agape. Shifting; grinding; cunt tight and heartbeat strong against Yeonjun’s cock. Your puttered sighs grew desperate as he simply held you upright. Allowing you to ride out the need for friction.

Every lift and grinding down of your hips was small in movement; more for you than him. But your cunt was flexing tight and a warmth in your muscles told him exactly how soon you were going to cum.

“So soon?” One, sharp, angled orange eye glared up at you from the nose pressed to your skin. You felt exposed. Like he could see through to your guts. 

He lifted your jaw to kiss under your chin, grip still solid on your hips. 

“Precious, needy, little cock-dumb fawn ready to burst already?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, moaning with a gasp and warmth spreading through your stomach and thighs; eyes closed and melting into Yeonjun as he curved your back with his forearms; nuzzling at your chest. 

“I need it, I’m s-so full -” You gasped, fingers gripping his shoulders as he held you down; jaw wide and sharp points against your collarbone. “Please, Junnie, feels so good -”

The fox purred, and you gasped a moan, a shiver striking down your spine and a tightness spreading through your pelvis. He had dipped; before thrusting a minimal amount.

“Come apart then, gorgeous.” He hissed, encouraging your hips to grind down on him. And you really were so, so close.

But you were holding out on him. He could tell. 

“What is it? What do you need?”

You moaned at his gruff voice; “Want a mark Junnie… Please, I need it - I want to be yours - want to be Binnie’s - please Junnie, I love you -”

Yeonjun's ears peeled back before his lip curled and irises pinched. He looked feral. Soobin nodded at his friend's side-eye for permission; granted in trust that you were a prize to share. You were warbling but stopped as soon as Yeonjun faced you. 

His look was wicked. 

Adrenaline washed over you and you pushed down until you were full of stars spattering pleasure into the back of your vision. Yeonjun kept your skull in his perfect position.

It was clear the fox was about to stick to his promise.

“Scream for me, little Fawn.”

Your breath caught as Yeonjun dove forward and his canines sunk into the middle of your neck; at the front of your throat. With experience; he had skillfully avoided piercing your jugular. 

Even Soobin tensed for a moment, but ultimately gripped his cock and groaned at the blood that split like rivers on his friends' gums; jaw locked and arms encircling your shaking form. You gripped his scalp and wide shoulders in a wicked embrace and cried out; pain muddling with ecstasy as you came hard, cunt pressing against the length inside of you; shaking, moaning, mind striking white.

To no surprise at the intensity of your orgasm; Yeonjun came as well. Very quickly you felt his cock pulse and he groaned, moaning loudly, holding your hips to jut up into you. He released thick cum in three intense loads; forcing you to move as you orgasmed, sounds lewd and wet inside the car.

Yeonjun pressed filthy wet licks to your exposed throat with a slack jaw, wide tongue and sharp lower teeth digging into your skin. There was quickly drying blood on his teeth and a wild look in his eye. But he was in control; and helped you ride it all out.

You were full of cum and slick; tensing your cunt just to see it push out over his cock and move to fuck it back in.

Your eyes pressed shut and your moans grew loud and broken. A fuzzy warmth spread through your back and thighs until you melted; burying your nose into Yeonjun's hair as he released his hold on your hair and buried his face into your chest.

He embraced you, like a hug.

Soobin growled softly, in love, once Yeonjun had eased - the bond was secured now you were smothered in his scent; nose to his scalp bringing a new sense of comfort - happy to be a part of this new unity. Your eyes fluttered open and you could do naught but make small moans. 

Yeonjun pulled away only once you did; meeting your forehead with his.

The dog hummed, patiently.

“Feel good gorgeous? To finally be stuffed full? Pretty Kit making you cum? Pretty baby-like being claimed?” 

You nodded with a moan, expression bliss-fucked, though a frown settled over your brow.

“Mhmm feels good Binnie…” You mumbled, eyes closed. But your eyebrows were drawn low.

“What is it? You don’t look convinced?” Soobin smiled, with a slight scoff. “I don’t enjoy your silence.”

You shook your head, unable to form the words. It was a warning. But Yeonjun knew. 

His nose trailed up your throat as he released the iron grip on your waist; holding you as you shook. Nose snug under your jaw; he pulled your hips forward then back to slide across his length.

“Ngh - Ah - It feels - like my skin is on fire - ”  

Your tone made Soobin look at his friend with concern. It was a moan of discomfort, and you seemed twitchy.

Truthfully you wanted to hump Yeonun like a rabbit, and you cursed the Gods for giving you such low stamina. If you thought it would have done you any good; you would’ve started panting like a bitch in heat. Oh wait, you were. 

“- my skin is burning, I’m so hot -”

“Our little fawn is in a deep rut,” Yeonjun purred. Protecting you from the dog's mood and accepting the soft knock of your head to his. He kissed your cheek and the corner of your lips delicately.

“Gyu didn’t fuck you well enough at all, did he, pretty girl?”

You shook your head and whimpered.

“She’s burning up,” Yeonjun confirmed to the dog. Tone kind, low, mute. “It’s good you invited me when you did. I don’t think one of us could have ever eased this.”

“The rut?” Soobin grumbled; a nod from the fox confirming the dog’s thoughts as they kept constant tabs on you, now they knew what was at stake. Your body and mind. You were no longer in a state to make decisions; in the most loving sense. And you trusted each other as a trio, entirely.

“When did you last sleep with him, baby?” Yeonjun mumbled, gaining your attention with pinched eyes and words spoken against your lips.

“Last month…” You managed; slurring with a heavy tongue.

"Did he make you cum?" Yeonjun purred; sharp orange eyes unmoving in your vision. 

But you were distracted by his guidance to slowly slide on his cock.

“Pay attention, baby - did he help you feel good?”

"No…" You whimpered. Shaking your head. And you hid your face in his shoulder. Weak. Sensitive. Embarrassed. So needy.

The dog hummed in thought.

“Well then - probably some built-up tension, considering how much slick is on your legs, Jun.” 

You both peered down. Soobin was right. Yeonjun’s thighs were soaked, as if a bottle of lube had dropped out of the heavens and onto his lap. The thicker slick had started mixing with Yeonjun's leaking cock; the pulsing of his head warning of an upcoming knot and squishing the mixed fluids out of you and onto the leather.

“My new seats… You guys are killing me.” The dog sighed, squeezing the fist around his cock with a loud groan.

“Do you want to cum again, love?”  Yeonjun prompted, nuzzling at the cheek that shied away from him. “Fair warning; I’m gonna knot if you keep squeezing me like that.”

You shivered; and quickly nodded, sitting up to hold his shoulders. He guided you on a slow, heavy pace that pumped you full of your own slick and his cum. Squelching filthily; with no resistance at all. 

But Yeonjun’s arms soon grew tired. Plus, he could feel you burning up.

“Turn around for me angel,” Yeonjun spoke; and guided you - dripping on his thighs as you went - to turn in the seat. “Lean on the console, it’s cold; should help with the fever.”

He didn’t need to hear you speak; nor did he expect it now. But your sigh upon resting the hot skin of your torso on the long dashboard was obvious enough. 

Your body melted into the coolness of the smooth surface against your hot skin; eyes closed as you moaned in relief and your hips circled on his cock in the mindless pursuit of pleasure.

“Better?” Yeonjun chuckled. 

You nodded, visibly eased. Face in your arms; moaning with relief on the glass dash.

“God. She looks blown out.” Soobin moaned, noting that you had stopped verbally responding; scent drunk, full and mindless beyond feelings. He guessed Yeonjun's cock had started pulsating by now; and that you were due to start drooling.

“She is.” The fox confirmed with a tick in his jaw. Soobin hummed a growl in response.

You had submitted to them fully. Mind and body. Wanting nothing more than to be fucked full until your bones ached.

“Ready?” Yeonjun prompted. You nodded. He ran his hand down your spine before guiding your hips back; elbows holding you up on the dashboard; hands spread wide but weak to the grip Yeonjun had on your hips, the love handles that you had, controlling your movement without pain.

He pressed the head of his cock to your entrance before tilting your hips forward; then back as you sunk onto him. The pace was slow. And it made your whole body tingle with pleasure. 

Eventually; after a few forward lifts and drags of him guiding you until you had worked to his size better; he let go. And spread his hands over your waist and atop your skirt.

The fox hummed, with a deep groan. “Can I take this off, little fawn? You seem to be holding onto it…”

You missed a beat; shy. 

“Do I need to?” You mumbled, unheard were it not for his hearing. Yeonjun kissed your spine with a slightly troubled frown. He shared a look with Soobin, who looked affected by your words.

Clearly, the two of you knew something he didn’t.

“I’d like to see all of you - beautiful?” Yeonjun mumbled, curiously. Thumbs patient on your heated skin. 

He wasn’t about to force you, but he understood why unwrapping that layer of yourself so quickly into the relationship would feel revealing. But for the bond to stick, it was necessary to get these things out of the way. 

“I love you. And I promise I won’t judge. Probably nothing I haven’t seen before...”

With a shaky exhale you nodded; helping Yeonjun shimmy the half-unzipped skirt up and over your shoulders, now completely bare. Upon leaning back onto the dash; he saw exactly why you had resisted. 

In the space between your hip joints sat a tail; light brown with white underneath. Yeonjun smoothed his hand to the space between your shoulder blades then back down and chittered; ears down once more.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, pretty girl,” Yeonjun affirmed; smile wide and eyes crescented as you heaved a relieved sigh and relaxed your tense thighs once more. 

“You’re gorgeous; head to toe. Ready?”

You nodded, mostly to yourself, then began moving again. Riding him at a rhythmic, relaxed pace. Torso leaning on the dash. Thighs burning; but immeasurable to the need to move.

A sudden deep warmth spread up your lower spine, pelvis and behind; so sensitive it was almost ticklish. And your cunt gushed at each push of friction. 

“Junnie -?!” You moaned loudly at the unfamiliar spike of tingles that struck up your spine.

“Feel good gorgeous?” He giggled; finding the twitching of the muscles in your lower back entirely cute. You obviously agreed; squeezing him deep and panting for breath at the entirety of your back tingling. 

“Bet Gyu never even touched you here.” 

Yeonjun was massaging at the space above and underneath your tail, his grip on your waist helping you to move your hips; up and down in solid pumps as you intended to work until your core burned. With the promise of Soobin doing nothing but ploughing into you soon, you were happy to hump him like a bunny until you were physically unable.

You nodded; “Yeah - yes, yes Jun, yes, feels good ~”, as drunk as ever.

Yeonjun snickered and tugged at your hips; spanking you plain and wide on the ass to make your knees melt and lose pace.

Soobin groaned with a growl beside you both; vibration jittering your teeth. He seemed to be edging himself for his turn; leaking onto his fists with blown-out eyes and huffs to stay contained.

But he didn’t need to wait long; as Yeonjun was already thick and heavy inside your cunt and had started meeting your thrusts. You knew he was close when his juts were shorter into your guts but harder, and he yowled lowly with a gritted jaw and flat ears.

“Junnie -” You whined loudly, grasping for his attention, and keened a backwards bend into your hips to fuck with his head a bit more; “Want you to cum in me - want you to - use me -”

Your mewling, weak requests threw Yeonjun over the line. 

He fucked you deep and made you cry out while bouncing on his lap; waiting for you to start shaking before gripping your ass and pushing you forward and off; hot spurts of cum slopping all over your ass and lower back in thick ropes. 

To boot it all; he pulled you back onto his cock and pulled you back to sink his canines into your shoulder blade. He had pushed his cock back in at the right time; as it had started expanding, from head to base, filling you until cum slopped out of your cunt in pressured waves.

“Fuck - you’re so tight, never had a knot this good - keep going baby - keep squeezing me, fuck -”

Even as your first orgasm settled, Yeonjun was still cumming as your body quivered and burning pain spread like wildfire over your shoulder blade; holding you into an arch via your breasts that were squeezed tight. You came hard once more; cunt squeezing in waves as you gyrated and cried, tears on your cheek from pure mind-wiping bliss. 

As soon as Yeonjun’s cock deflated and he let go of your torso; you slumped forward onto the dash, hair scattered and panting for both to see. He held your hips steady, to slowly remove his cock and see you drip out onto the seat, while you placed your cheek on the glass to make eye contact with Soobin in all this sinful glory.

“You look good, doll,” Soobin growled lowly, head back and posture relaxed. His voice was gravelly and his eyes were almost black; visibly tense. “Marked up and used.”

You moaned wantonly, putty in their hands

“Wan be with you Soonie ~” You whined. Covered in Yeonjun's marks; and soon to be covered in his. 

You ached for it all.  

“I know you do, love,” Soobin growled like a purr on his lips. “We had to give Junnie his chance, hmm?”

A lesson in patience.

“Yes, Soonie.” You exhaled; head thrown back at Yeonjun's tug of your ribs; intent on scenting your new shoulder bite. A pleasing arch to view. “Yes, puppy.”

Soobin smiled. Softly, for a brief second. The name curved the dimples into his cheek even deeper before springing back.

“Feeling smothered enough yet, love? Still want to be bred fully? The scent will stick more when it’s pumped inside your pretty little cunt, I can promise that much.” 

“Yes,” You moaned; and nodded again. “Ready Binnie.”

The three of you took a moment to rest. Soobin guessed you would both be needing to go outside for the size of the cock squeezed into one of his large fists. More space to move you. He chuckled again; your wandering eyes shining in the car lights.

“Come on; let’s go outside for this one ~” Soobin hummed in amusement and got up in a relaxed manner. Kicking the last of his lower clothing onto the floor, minus his shoes.

But you moaned; and straightened up in anticipation; staring back at the fox as the driver's door shut. 

“It’s still wet outside Junnie… We’ll catch a cold?”

At your innocent tone, Yeonjun purred, ears back, eyes sharp, more feral looking than you remembered him ever being. 

That knot had tainted his mind's eye like a love drug. 

He looked up at you in what he thought was a sheepish smile; but in reality, he had chuckled deeply, with a tongue between his sharp and pink-stained teeth and bright angled eyes that left no room for innocence.

“Trust me; you’ll be needing all that space.”

Is all he offered; before the door opened and Soobin slipped his hands down to your elbows; cool against your hot, awaiting, reaching limbs.

You would be lying if you said Soobin was being gentle with you. But you would also be lying if you said you cared. You were pliant in his hold. Pulled out of the car and into the rain; senses flushed with cold air and dampness that wet your lungs. The rain was gentle in its pouring, but endless; and it could do nothing to wash away the sins that had already marked your body. You’d be smelling like them for weeks.

“Stand up.” Soobin mumbled, gruffly with yet another tug. Handling you like a familiar doll; he supported you just enough to dip his shoulder to your waist and hoist you into the air with no effort; solid hands on your thighs and cunt exposed to the sky; making Yeonjun kiss his teeth behind him in the rain. 

“Go easy on her, dog.” The fox hissed. “She won’t be able to handle one of your moods in this state.”

The fox’s reflective eyes bounced against the dark colour of the car and struck a nerve deep in your soul. Soobin rolled his eyes, but made a sound of agreement; pushing the door shut with his hip.

“Yeah, sure.”

He didn’t say anything to you while walking around the car, but your heart was hammering in your chest; pumping blood down toward your brain and making you dizzy. 

Soobin set you down in one quick motion; back pressed to the long wet hood of the car. Your hair fanned and quickly stuck to the wet surface, body shadowed by his. You inhaled a large heave of breath; hands immediately finding purchase on his shoulders, in his hair, on his neck.

He was so close, and warm, and he smelt like home.

“You’re doing so well, angel,” Soobin growled gently; and wasted no time in moving. He seemingly didn’t want to wait or hold back and you didn’t blame him, after waiting so patiently for so long. 

“Did Jun knot for you, love?” 

He dipped his head to lick from between your chest to up under your chin, acknowledging your soft whine and nod of confirmation - but the new mark of indented teeth, puffy and sore on your neck, stopped him from moving any further; and his mind flashed white at the feral need to suck and faux bite over the other partners' markings - your innocent moans pattered and echoed in the night as he pressed onto your body against the hood. You felt weighted, safe, and secure.

“Y-yes Binnie… Felt good…” You mumbled, shy.

“I bet.” He chuckled softly. No jealousy in his tone, to your surprise. “He must have been holding back for you, love - it was super quick.” 

You were going to acknowledge and agree with this act of nicety; were it not for Soobin moving down your body with his lips to suck a bite into the thin skin between your chest over your ribs. You could happily die like this. Being gnawed on by a dog in the cool of the rain until your purity was sapped and you became theirs.

He would ask you if you were cold - if you wanted to put his or Yeonjun’s jackets on - but your skin was burning with rut fever. He could feel it on his tongue; his skin. The way you melted against him like honey and raised his body temperature; pressing his body weight on top of yours until your knees tucked up and your ankles crossed over his lower back. 

He couldn’t help himself; pulling back up your torso to bite at your oesophagus in a way that made you keen with a moan up and into his body.

“Binnie - leave Junnie's mark -” you pleaded, gasps pattered and cunt pulsing at the dog's selfish scenting. “- you can make a new one -” Soobin growled; but acknowledged your plea and moved to dip down to your crotch. 

Rain hit your face when he moved away, and you made a quiet noise of surprise.

Before you could say anything; Soobin's hands were on the back of your thighs to encourage them up; already acutely aware of what you needed. “Cover your eyes,” Soobin growled into the back of your thighs; sucking hickeys until his knees hit the ground and he tugged you down to the edge of the hood. 

The two of you were on the driver's side; Yeonjun's view was muddy from inside of the wet glass, but apparently good enough that he sat with his head back and lazily jerked himself off. 

“With your forearm.” Your hip bone vibrated; bringing back your attention.

You followed his instruction; and covered your eyes with both arms.

But quickly gripped Soobin’s hair between your legs with one; as Soobin swiped his wide, flat tongue up your cunt and underneath your clit. Like a thirsty hound, he lapped at your folds; sucking and growling at your sensitive cries before spitting his full cheeks of cum and slick back out onto your abdomen.

He dipped again, holding your legs as you twitched and moaned at the way he gyrated his tongue; moving in circles under your clit until your gut twisted and you squeezed more liquid out; caught readily by his open jaw that lapped it into his mouth.

It was a filthy, revolving process; but he wasn’t going to give up until you begged, or had no nectar left to push back out.

“You taste fucking beautiful, little deer.” 

Soobin growled after spitting the thick stringy liquid onto your cunt; only to wipe his mouth on your thigh and repeat.

“Y-yeah?” You whined, hips twitching at each sensitive lap up into your hole. But his grip was strong, and you weren’t going anywhere.

“Mhm -” Soobin groaned; sucking with a slack jaw at your cunt; tongue lapping up against your entrance and dipping barely inside to tease you before pulling away with a grunt. Spitting onto the soft of your belly to see it drip down your hips and stay there in a little pool. “Thick, sweet cherry. But Jun’s citrus is in there too. My new favourite taste.”

He dipped again; lapping until you squealed and your cunt pushed out more of the warm sinful mix. He growled lowly; letting it drip out onto his tongue, before spitting so quickly to catch the rest of it, that a string splashed up your torso and dripped over your ribs onto the car.

“Ngh - really Binnie? Even - even with - Junnie?” 

Your breath was becoming laboured. Short, sharp and desperate. 

Soobin pointed his ears up, more towards your face and away from your squelching core. You were talking about Yeonjun's cum; painted on your stomach, on your back, mixed with your slick, all over you. The hound growled a pleasant hum in thought but answered without hesitation. 

“Particularly with Junnie’s spunk inside and all over you, love. The two of you were made for each other.”

“Make that three, Binnie ~” You whined, releasing his hair to grip the hood. Trembling. Twitching. Sensitive.

“Sure.” He chuffed in agreement. “The three of us go well together.”

He pulled the flat of his tongue up underneath your clit; and wiggled it until you cried and twitched; open mouth kissing and sucking the squeezing, slopping drip out of your cunt. 

He wondered if it would ever end.

“Mmm -” He grumbled. The next spit was lazy and connected to his chin as it dripped onto your pelvic bone. “I’ve always been a fan of nice, hot, cream pie.”

Soobin chuckled a reasonable amount to himself for that one. It was more like a fruit medley, but you truly did smell and taste fucking delectable, and he couldn’t believe he was able to experience such a thing in this lifetime. 

You were too far gone for the joke to hit; so your innocence softened him. He connected his fingers with your own outreaching ones. Lapping a few tester swipes into your cunt.

“Ngh - Binnie - please - ah -”

That was enough teasing. You had started to beg, and that was all he wanted. He just wanted to have his fill. To make sure he had the power (and you, the submission) to cry out his name. Plus; Yeonjun had already worked you open; you just needed an even bigger stretch. And he didn’t want you out in the rain for too long, just in case.

You smiled bashfully to yourself with butterflies as he prodded around your skin with short nips and a pressing tongue. He was trying to find your pulse. And knew he had got it when you moaned; twitching at the bite on your inner thigh.

“Bite.” Soobin forewarned, soft and calm in tone.

Your slick and Yeonjun's cum had melted on Soobin's tongue; sticking to his gums as he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your thigh. It was a lot less intense of a scratching pain than Yeonjun's; this one was placed with love, and he was slow and gentle. His teeth were bigger and sunk in deeper, but they were blunt at the tip. Whatever infection you would usually be worried about, was dissipated in this state of lust and submission. 

He broke the skin with a grunt and growled in comforting waves as you whined, and reached for him. He closed it gently too; kissing, licking, peppering the area with praise until the wound closed to stop bleeding.

“You’re doing so well, gorgeous,” Soobin mumbled against your skin; before losing himself in the process of scenting your thigh with his cheek. His eyes closed and his tall pointed ears folded to his dark hair, dimples and a pleasant flush to his skin visible even in the rain. “I’m so proud of how well you’re bonding with us. Who would have ever thought? A doe, a fox, a dog.”

He opened an eye to smile up at you, to meet the reflective doe eyes that peeked up at him underneath your forearm. Your expression was shy, but you would be brave for him. And shared a gentle moment of love.

He pulled away from your thigh with a groan, rising from the ground. 

“On your stomach please angel.” Soobin guided, gruffly. “Let’s get this rut fucked out of you, hmm? Pretty girl? Then some loving, when we take you back to ours? Yeonjun can sit with you in the back on the way there.”

You giggled; and nodded with a drunk smile. Soobin squeezed your hand before releasing; gripping your hips to flip you over; leaning over you afterwards so his longer arms entrapped you. 

He placed his hand between your ear and shoulder; you gulped at the idea of being unable to move once he started; remembering the way he ploughed into his fist with absolutely no remorse.

“Want me to make it quick? Or do you want to ride this one out? It’s your rut gorgeous, so you tell me.”

You would’ve loved to answer immediately, but Soobin was swiping the head of his cock up and down your slit and pressing into your entrance. You moaned in a long whine as Soobin spat onto your joined bodies before pushing his long, thick cock up into your tight, warm cunt. It was a stretch from entrance to belly, and you shook in pleasure while he paused and waited for your body to accommodate. 

“Fuck - you take me so good baby -” Soobin groaned, holding himself up with strong back muscles once he had hit your tight muscles; thrusting shallowly to get rid of the last excess cum taking up space inside of your walls. He was already leaking, and even Yeonjun from inside the car could smell his heavy woody scent inside your gut. 

“One thing’s for sure -” He groaned, shallowly thrusting to hear you choke, rain on his back dripping enough for him to shake his head. He dipped to heave hot air onto your cheek, steaming in the winter air, growling lowly. “- I’m going to knot so tight inside your pretty little cunt, my tiny little doe, you won’t be able to go anywhere without us for the next month.”

You gasped; crying out at his filthy words of warning and his sudden abrupt jut up into your gut. “O-oh -” You whined, flexing your feet to press against him. He hit deeper than Yeonjun. And you imagined you wouldn’t be taking his cock this much, if at all, were it not for the slick and the cum and the being already-knotted-in. Your body relaxed even more in submission, and he pressed one final time until he hit your cervix.

“Quickly Binnie,” You puttered. “Please, want it quickly, I need you, please…”

It was done. 

Your wish was his command and he was happy to oblige.

Soobin placed his hands above your shoulders and spread his palms wide to steady himself and keep you trapped; key anchors to help him thrust like the gods depended on it. Each thick pull and pump against your tight hot walls made you cry out and curl your toes in mind-melding delight. Contracting all the way through until his cock began to twitch and swell. 

Something about it. Something about this scene.

Something about Soobin thrusting into you so hard that the car jolted on every second exhale. 

Something about your body going numb with pleasure; guts ploughed, fucked full of thick squelching cum until your stomach swelled. 

Something about your bare skin squeaking on the wet hood of the car, gripping him, and any corner to stay sane.

Moaning; crying so loud for only the forest to hear.

Until your cunt pulsed and you came hard, and slow; melting with shivers into the cool metal of the car, craning back to reach him.

Soobin lowered himself as you fell apart. His toned chest covered your back and he buried his face into your neck, encapsulating you. His elbows hit the hood and he held your shoulders from underneath you as his thrusts became more and more abrupt until they hurt; smacking your cervix and making you shake. 

He thrusted in deep low ruts until your insides almost split from pleasure; cum pressing out in waves down your thighs and sliding off the river of rain onto the gravel.

Then finally, his knot began to swell. 

The base flared and he pumped you full of cum until you were stretched to your limits; stomach bumping with the pressure; seeing stars, milking him and breathless. You moaned, and you whined and you pressed up against him with a twitching body; so much that Soobin held you tight.

You were finally satiated.

Your mind was clear again.

Finally; release.

For the first time in possibly weeks, you felt cold. You hadn't realised it had been that long until you felt it. Like the sudden Autumn chill after Summer had gone, the goosebumps were clear and quick. 

Soobin expected it; the sudden drop in your body temperature that is, as he sheltered you from the shower of rain that pattered into a slow stop. His ear flicked, and he nuzzled your cheek. Along with your body temp dipping; you had stopped moving and whimpering.

“Feeling better angel?” Soobin huffed, patiently. “The rains stopped. So has your heat.”

You were spent. Blinking back into the world. You were only able to nod.

He kissed your cheek with praises that you couldn’t quite decipher and moved on strong arms to pull out, plugging your hole with three fingers before gesturing to Yeonjun in the car to grab the wipes in his dash and console. The car door opened, and you rested against the metal with half-closed eyes as a large cloth - spare and unused for cleaning the inner windows for condensation in the winter - was thrown over the car and into Soobin's reach. Yeonjun got back in for a moment to hide the unsightly mess he had made all over the seat.

You were surrounded by them. Their scents, body, warmth. And you felt safe. For the first time since the accident; you could let go again.

“Fucked you like you needed it, hmm, little Doe? Let's try not to make a habit of that. I don’t want to see you that sick, hopefully ever again.”

Soobin ran his nails over your small sensitive tail to un-matt some of the fur that gelled together after the cum and the rain. He patted it when it shook, body language to stop, and made a mental note to help you with personal hygiene surrounding your tail later - as no doubt Beomgyu barely even looked after his, let alone coached you with yours.

"'m- 'm- c-cold, Bin," You jittered, nodding, but confused. Fucked silly and weak. “‘m great, but c-cold…” 

You flinched harshly as he wiped around your lower abdomen still pressed to the car, and Yeonjun’s dried cum on your lower back. Soobin once again knelt to the ground to quickly lap at the space around your labia to swallow what he could, before rising and swiping his mouth then your inner thighs with the cloth.

"I know, gorgeous," Soobin grumbled affectionately, wiping the last of the slick from between your legs. "Jun will sit with you soon." 

You failed to connect the dots. Why would that even matter? But you would soon come to realise; that there was a reason why foxes could stay out in the cold for so long.

“Stay there angel. Don’t move without our help.” Soobin ordered. He retreated for a moment, shuffling around in the car, trying to look for something. Disposing the rag into a box that would disguise the scent for now, enough to get home and burn it.

Such a simple distance made your heartbeat patter. You released a small whine, coughing as it escaped unexpectedly, and the other guardian nearby - watching and waiting - answered the call immediately. 

The car door opened, and the fox timidly cantered out to sit on the hood of the car next to you. His hands in his pocket. Head tilted with a concerned but lovingly amused expression.

He brought his soft palm to your spine and brushed over your cold rippling muscles and tail. A disapproving hissing sound escaped between his teeth. Your skin was lower in temperature than earlier. Not ice cold, but dipping quickly, and compared to how hot you had been burning up, it was a shock.

You rose on extremely weak forearms and accepted Yeonjun’s aid as he tugged you to sit up and lean into his side. He held you up by an arm around your waist and your face rested on his broader shoulder. You practically folded into him; arms in his lap, limp.

"You still with us, little Doe?" Yeonjun mumbled, kissing your eyes. 

He kissed you wherever he could, and brushed the hair out of your face to check your condition, thumb over the height of your cheek. But he quickly saw that you were okay. That Soobin hadn't ruined you like he had been concerned about. You had just been fucked silly and needed some love. 

“Floating away, little one?” He eased into a one-cheeked soft smile. 

You nodded, melting into him the best you could at this angle. 

“That’s okay.” He mumbled. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. Close your eyes.”

He was so warm. So delightfully fresh smelling. So comforting to be near. So you trusted him, his enveloping voice, and shut your eyes.

"You truly did fuck the rut out of her, hmm?" Yeonjun spoke while looking to you; but turned his head. "I'm impressed."

You peeled open an eye. But the question wasn't aimed at you. And you started joining some tired dots. 

Soobin shrugged nonchalantly behind the car door, shuffling his jeans back up his toned legs and chucking his belt into the back seat. There was little to no weakness in his knees; surprising given the workout, knot and release that had just happened. Such was Soobin. The guy was trained to be this way. He was bred for it.

"Sure - it's nothing. She was burning up and needed it badly. Happy to help out."

"She sure did." Yeonjun hummed in amusement. Taking a moment to run his nose over your hairline and kiss your forehead, aware of your shivering and jittering teeth next to him. 

The sex was a kindness that either of them would do again; the bonding was something more personal and securing on the relationship between the three of you. 

"I take it you're going to be having a word with Gyu, at some point?"

Soobin growled audibly and shook off the immediate irritation of hearing his name by slamming the back-end car door with a snarl. You didn't even flinch, Yeonjun noted, watching the doe eyes that fluttered on his shoulder. His hand strayed to tuck your hair behind your ear, thumb pressing over your cold cheek. Releasing once you pressed further into him.

"Yeah." Soobin grit. "Can't believe he'd let her suffer like that. And for that fucking long. Man's sick, and twisted, and needs to be given a heads up on Hybrid-decency."

Yeonjun hummed to muse his words, but no matter the tone, he knew it was just Soobin's protective anger talking. 

"Not always as simple as that Bin, you know that." 

Yeonjun sat so patiently as you reached for him. As Soobin raged your fists curled into the curve of Yeonjun’s waist. Your face drifted closer and closer to his exposed neck until you huffed for him to come closer. Yeonjun leaned in, and ran his fingers through your hair, pressing his finger pads over your bites to check they were closed, holding your cheek, keeping constant tabs on your heartbeat and your breathing. 

You were so cold. He was eager to get you back to their den, as soon as he could. You needed to find a place in your new home. Because that’s what this was now; a new beginning. One of guidance, loyalty, calm and trust. 

You would never fall when they were there to hold you up.

Soobin huffed a sigh and released his shoulders.  

"Yeah. I just wish he would have told me sooner. Would have been a lot easier. A lot less suffering. A lot less of her, suffering alone, confused, blue-balled, afraid - I mean - can you imagine June? All of that tension and self-restraint on your first rut… I would have gone insane, Jun! Fucking wild!"

Yeonjun shrugged. Lips in a pout. 

"But; she didn’t, and he did tell you, eventually. Hence us all being together tonight. You never know, maybe he was insanely stressed about it. Maybe he didn't know exactly… what to do, how to help her out. You know as well as me that they’ve been having issues, pup. Sometimes things just don't work out. Seems to have gone that way, sooner than we realised."

Soobin passed the shirt in his hand between his palms, sulking.

"You know what he's like, Bin. A chronic worrier. Would rather bury his head in the sand until it's too late. Let's just be thankful that we - that you - caught it when you did. Could have gone a hell of a lot worse. Ain't that right doll? You're all good now, hmm? All good with us from now on?"

Soobin looked up to see Yeonjun's forehead meeting your own tired and dazed one. The hound blinked out of his anger and his chest pained. Yeonjun’s irises had contracted, and his ears had softened, and he allowed you to watch his beautiful amber eyes until you laid your cheek back onto his shoulder; submissive, trusting, calm.

You weren’t listening to their discussion, but that was more to the point. You had come to them for aid and they had answered. Beomgyu had tried, but it wasn’t meant to be. Such is life.

No anger can stay strong in the presence of all that love.

“I’m glad we stayed with her,” Soobin grumbled, ears softening, eyes downcast. Tail pressed between his legs. “I’ve been so worried since the accident. She needed so much love and Beomgyu just… didn’t know what to do with all of that. I’m glad we found out, I just hate to think we could’ve helped sooner.”

Yeonjun purred softly. Soobin meant well. He just found it hard to take action in the right way. Or speak before he moved. Or articulate exactly what it was he was feeling. They were opposites in this sense. Yeonjun was sharp and swift by nature; born to survive no matter what. Soobin was bred to be brash and bold; to frighten and intimidate and to conquer. 

Both needed each other for balance. Both of them needed you, to teach them new things.

"Exactly. What’s done is done. I’m proud of you for staying by her side and not rushing things.”

Soobin peered up at Yeonjun's softened voice and whined softly. He tilted his head and his tail patted in a display of affection. He looked to the floor as he spoke his troubles with a weak tenor.

“How are we going to fit all of her stuff in the apartment, June?”

Soobin's voice was stuffed full of emotion. Yeonjun's ears folded this time, and his own tail patted. He held out his hand.

“Come here, Bin.”

Soobin shuffled toward you both, eyes stuck on you until he reached Yeonjun. The fox slipped his hand to Soobin’s elbow; kissing the hound's cheek, then rubbing his ears on the parts he could reach, small chitters causing you to open your eyes. Soobin pressed a hand onto the crown of your head and kissed your hair. The three of you were connected and in love.

“It doesn’t matter, pup, we’ll figure it out. We’ll talk with Beomgyu soon. But she’s ours to worry about for now. Like, right now. She needs to be in a warm den, Soob. Let’s hurry and get her back to ours before she starts to panic.”

"Yeah," Soobin cleared his throat with a nod. "Here - she can wear this." 

Yeonjun accepted the fabric passed to him. A large, white, gym shirt, lightly used. Yeonjun was quick to release Soobin's elbow; burying his face in it with a low yowling groan, rolling his eyes, swearing under his breath.

"Fuck, smells good pup."

The dog smirked with a slight roll of his eyes. Touched by his open admiration. Yeonjun loved his scent, and would often bury himself in it, whenever Soobin allowed. The dog combed his fingers through Yeonjun's dishevelled black and orange hair; avoiding the gel spots to scratch behind his companion’s black-tipped ear. Yeonjun shut his eyes with a shiver and a chitter.

"Can she sit in the back with you?" Soobin grumbled, smoothing the fox’s hair back in place to then move away; opening the driver's door and closing the boot in one long, swift line of motion. The dog was big, after all.

"Sure. Of course." Yeonjun nodded, delicately. As if he would leave you to sit by yourself. 

Yeonjun turned to stand and help you move in the light of the campsite lamps. He held you steady as he went, and admired your half-closed eyes and softly postured lips. You were shivering, and drowsy, just about paying attention to his tactile guidance, let alone his voice. Deer pupils blown out to the corners of your mind.

"Come on, arms up for me baby-doll. Let's get you warmed up." 

Yeonjun moved to shuffle the shirt over your head and it fit like a mini dress. And, Yeonjun was right, it did smell good. Some hints of cologne, but mostly Soobin's natural scent.

"Where is… Binnie…" You moaned absently. 

"Right here gorgeous." Soobin chuckled. He was leaning on his door with his long arms, watching as Yeonjun shuffled you forward, ready to carry you into the warm seats with him. “You want me instead?”

Your face heated in embarrassment when you processed what had happened. You didn’t mean to call out for him so openly. You were just thinking he was with you one minute, and then gone the next - 

“No…”

The boys chuckled.

"Arms please, cutie," Yeonjun whispered, closer to your face, obscuring your line of vision and waiting for you to hold his neck. He was moving carefully and slowly so you didn’t startle, but he hadn't expected you to miss his command completely. 

He chuckled at the rubbing of your cheek against his and began purring at you. Your attempt to scent yourself on him. It was simply adorable. Messy, as you followed your nose, but he stayed still for a moment until you felt comforted enough and melted into his shoulders.

"Thank you, baby." Yeonjun purred - thank you for scenting me - and gently gripped your arms to place them around his neck. He hummed, scooping under your ass and lifting you onto his hip in one quick motion with unreasonable ease. 

He carried you to the passenger side back door, Soobin's hand to your head as the boys exchanged a forehead bump and Yeonjun dipped with you in his hold. He shuffled so his foot was on the console; one knee up to stop you falling backwards. Arms encircling you and pulling up the coats from the floor to rest over your legs.

You shut your eyes right as Soobin flicked the inner car lights off; in a dreamlike state. 

The car was heavily scented; to the point of discomfort for the Canidae. But the inside was warm for you, and that was the most important thing. The boys could risk a stray boner to keep you happy and comforted; as these next few hours would determine the rest of your bonded life together. However long it may last.

"Junnie -" You moaned airily, calling for him. "F-feet…" 

You tried to speak, but couldn’t form the words. Your brain was empty and your tongue was heavy in your mouth.

Yeonjun chittered and pressed a kiss to your cheekbone. His warm palms pressed at your ice-cold feet, gauging temp. He made a noise of shock and answered you before you could even explain. Yeonjun covered your feet with his tail. The same bushy-tail foxes would use to fight the cold of the night. The fur warmed your feet instantly and you chuffed in delight, eyes closed and body liquid in his hold. 

"Better?" He hummed in amusement. You were speaking non-verbally; without deer ears, it was hard for them to track your emotions, but the soft puts of air and gloats helped them immensely.

You nodded but made a soft noise like a deer in distress. You wanted to be in a warm bed, under covers, surrounded by them. You didn’t need to speak, he understood your discomfort already.

"I know." Yeonjun purred back with a laugh, pressing hot airy kisses to your ear. "You’ll be home soon, doll. Relax your body, I can take it. Lean into me."

You wanted to meld into him. So you did. You dropped your face to his warm neck and released the tension in your thighs. Nose directly in the crook of his neck, and moaned softly. His arms squeezed you to him gently, and his tail curled in the squeeze of an embrace.

"Get some sleep angel. It's a decently long drive." 

"Cold… " Your quiet voice was so strained in an effort to speak that Yeonjun yowled with a heaving heart. He kissed your hair; combing through the wet as best as he could. Holding the coats to your skin.

Soobin smiled, watching you through the mirror. Your tired face had a crease in its centre; brows creased, eyes shut and nose pressed to his baby boy's skin. He was doing such a good job of caring for you. Soobin's heart beat heavily.

"You'll be alright, Y/N. It's just - the fever’s gone - for a little while at least. You'll be burning up like a furnace and humping the air again in the morning, probably. Would be surprised if it lasted longer than another day. Just takes a while to get it out of your system."

You nodded in response; light and accepting.

"Are you warm enough, love?" Soobin spoke softly. Voice low, dimples deep and eyelids dipped. 

Yeonjun chittered, and his ears pulled back. He looked shy, in a way you had never seen before. And you felt the beat of his heart pick up, Adam's apple bobbing.

"Sure am." He smiled. Even his voice - he was quick, eager to answer, and coy. 

"Good. Feeling okay?" 

Yeonjun nodded shyly again. 

"If you start feeling the effects of the rut, just let me know. I can take over."

Another timid, gentle nod.

"Thanks Bin-Bin. I think we're okay back here, for now. I may need a break when we get home though." 

"No problem." Soobin's dimples deepened with his smile, throwing in a wink. "Let's go. You’ll have to excuse the mess at home Y/N. It’s only ever been us two guys living together, after all."

Oh, how all your lives were due to change.

MAIN MASTERLIST /// TXT MASTERLIST /// IMAGE MASTERPOST UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.I HERE.......]

well would you look at that: updated 5/DECEMBER/2023

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until it hurts a little less [Image Masterpost]

hey! this post is mostly for shits n gigs.

it has all the images used on the UIHALL series that you may have seen in super small print to separate the text blocks & other mood board pics I have in my hoard that peeps might be interested in viewing ~

there is also & however, character sheets to be ref'd when reading!!

WILL BE UPDATED RANDOMLY AND REGULARLY

for copyright purposes i must state none of these ORIGINAL IMAGES are mine. that's right folks despite my mental stability I am not out here taking rad pap shots of yeonjun. I know, it might be baffling to some, but they simply are not mine. consider this a collection of sorts

thx have fun ~ love wren 🦝💗

MAIN MASTERLIST 

TXT MASTERLIST

until it hurts a little less

until it hurts a little less - part 2.I

until it hurts a little less - part 2.II

Character Sheets

[From Left to Right: Soobin >> Y/N >> Yeonjun]

Dividers & Moodboards

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Soobin

Yeonjun

Group Pics

Misc

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Y/N [White-tailed Doe]

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Beomgyu [Maine Coon]

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Soobin [Doberman Pinscher]

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Yeonjun [Black & Red Fox]

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until it hurts a little less - part 2.I

MAIN MASTERLIST /// TXT MASTERLIST

UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.II CONTINUED]

group: TXT

pairing: Yeonbin (Yeonjun & Soobin) x Reader (Fem perspective)

genre: hybrid, angst, fluff, heavy smut, minors dni !!

word count: 39k / split into 2 posts

T/W’s : under the line

A HUGE THANK YOU TO MY FRIENDS & BETA READERS ~ Saffron & @pyeonghongrie & all of MTG and especially the furry babes: @slightlymore @raibebe @starlitmark @wooahaeproductions [extra credit for the above mb!! tysm beeeeeee] @atiny-piratequeen <3 & anyone else I have tortured with brain rot and updates

AUTHORS NOTES - Wow. Thank you everyone for your patience. This has been many many months of chipping away at a small idea to make it into a now infamous [among friend circles] 40k hybrid fic. This draft has gone through a breakup, different jobs, and different living scenarios, phew! Following from the kitty Beomgyu saga the series now dives into new and hot Yeonbin dynamics. I look forward to feedback & interest in a small cuddle pile epilogue and editing of old works to bring them up to date. Lots of love, Wren 🦝💗

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

My Oh My - Camilla Cabello FT. DaBaby

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel

Beast Of Burden - The Rolling Stones

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

I Want You to Want Me - Cheap Trick

No Strings Attached (Enemies to Lovers) - Backseat Vagabond

Feel free to suggest others! :>

Trigger warnings ♡

voyeurism [aka sex in a public place], intimate scenes in an open late-night diner, a third watches with consent and an invite but is named perversive for comedic effect, submissive reader, female POV reader, AFAB reader, female pronouns & genitalia descriptives, occasional degrading words/actions with active consent, height kink, size kink, slight dacryphilia scene, crying [out of the context of sex], mention of unfulfilling ex-partners, sex in the rain(?), mention of blood, sub-mode or trusting others to make decisions after sex [safe, loving, no fear here but do need to warn], choking [mild, not to the point of harm].

hybrid content such as scenting marking and knotting; themes of possessiveness and alllll the animalistic features from that.

All of the above are willing and consenting for every party present (apart from Bangchan/diner staff). If you cannot stomach voyeurism, skip about halfway and you can still enjoy the last half of the fiction. :]

Yeonjun sat opposite you, at the most unfortunate angle.

He had just dived forward and sprawled himself across the round diner table; a half-chugged milkshake gripped in his hands and a barely-smoked cigarette sat burning between his forefingers. His eyes were pinched in curiosity, and the mischief hanging onto his aura was unmistakable.

He was in the process of poking at you until you squirmed. 

Like he always did, whenever the two of you were alone. It's what he did best. 

Only, the repercussions were different here. And you were very much, not alone.

"So, have the two of you fucked?" Yeonjun asked abruptly; mute in tone but with a foxish grin peeling his lips wide as if dinner had just been served steaming hot and inches away from his face.

The break in silence made Soobin, the large black-haired Doberman Pinscher, groan loudly. He rolled his head and eyes back against the high diner seats that encompassed the three of you. 

He was about to tell his friend to mind his own fucking business, but you beat him to it.

You scoffed, your skin hot, and your heart missed a beat as it pumped in your chest. 

"Fuck off, fox."

His reaction to your pushback was slow. 

The fox's eyes blinked, and his cheek twitched. Before finally, Yeonjun’s lip quirked; and the canines on his left side were on full display. 

With a wink, he pulled his body back from the sprawled-out position facing you on the table; sipping on the straw of his milkshake as he went.

"So you have. And you liked it, by the sound of things. Hmm. That's good to know. Explains why you’re sat here still stinking like a very sickly pussy cat."

Soobin kissed his teeth and thumped his thin solid black tail against the seat.

"Why don’t you ask Gyu, instead of the girl, June? And, if that is the case; I’m not even sure why you would be asking anyway. You would owe me a large fucking bet, foxy bingo." 

Yeonjun made an exasperated sound, turning to the taller more agitated friend on his right side.

“Yeah right! The guy would maul me. Those cat bites are gnarly. And I don’t owe you shit!”

An accusing finger - well, two, holding a cigarette - stuck out in the gap between the two men.

“So what makes you think it’s okay to interrogate Y/N?” Soobin growled in a steady low tone. His jaw had grit and his sharp ears had pulled back; sharp cheeks pulled taught.

Soobin's growl cut the air and your skin grew warm. 

You darted your eyes downward to pick at the peeling varnish on your nails while the boys glared at each other. You didn’t want to be the subject of tension, this is exactly what you had wanted to avoid.

After a tense pause; Yeonjun finally let up. He kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes to slouch back against the seat; ears tilted in submission. He looked much like a teenager with that pout and sass. A crack in his serious facade.

Another win for Soobin.

“Look,” Yeonjun started. He reached his arms across the table, tapping as he went to get your attention. You looked up. “We all know you guys have been very fucking exclusive lately, not to mention you never leave the damn house anymore outside of work -” 

“Dude - shut up!” Soobin punched his friend's leg. 

“Not cool!” The fox yelped, elbowing him back. But it didn’t seem to deter him at all. His sharp eyes quickly returned to you. 

Yeonjun sipped on his milkshake with a shit-eating grin, before looking between the two of you and judging whether he could keep poking at the subject.  

“What?! I’m sorry okay, it’s the talk of the town, and I have to know about it.” 

Soobin curled his lip, unamused. Yeonjun was digging himself a hole.

“What? Am I not going to try and get the goss straight from the business babe's mouth?” 

“How about you tell us - in fine detail - about your current love excursion, instead? Go on Jun, we’d love to hear all about her leaving your ass on read. And the cheating. Cheating, on you, of all people! Twice!! And you never even made it official!”

You knew of the girl Soobin hinted. 

It was meant to be nothing but a summer night fling, but poor Junnie’s feelings got caught up in the mix. The one fatal flaw in networking, and the cardinal sin when being a player kingpin; was the chance of falling in love. 

He had come to you for advice a while ago about it. But some things just eventually kill themselves, and you just have to revel in the open closure; never to see that person again, never to get the final word. 

You had no doubt the mention pained the fox, by the expression on his face.

“That is - She is entirely beside the point! And, unrelated to the topic!” Yeonjun yipped, pulling back his ears before they perked back up to shift between you desperately. “Plus, I’m not exactly wrong; Y/N never wants to hang out with anyone anymore -”

“We have fucked.” You offered with a shrug. You remained staring at your fingers; but felt their ears pin-point on a swivel towards you. “A few times, yeah.”

You offered up the information to distract from the potentially genuine heartbreak Yeonjun could be feeling mid-gathering. But your voice shrunk as quickly as your confidence did. If you did have hybrid ears; they would have peeled backwards against your head by now. 

“But we aren’t exclusive. We are… a thing, maybe more so emotionally, but we’re not, like -” You struggled to find the words that didn’t insinuate what it had become; friends with benefits. You hated the judgement, and so settled on; “- out, as a unit. Publicly. Like, at work. Or anywhere where family is concerned. We don’t vibe like that.”

The tall hound that sat opposite you carefully assessed you as you spoke. 

Both his nose and his ears twitched as they picked up on your pulse that had started to race very suddenly; air caught tight in your lungs. 

He could smell your anxiety, and endeavoured to counter it, quickly.

“Like I said in the text, I like being with you guys, and Gyu’s cool with that. He assures me I can make decisions for myself now, for the most part, I just -” 

You puffed a huge intake of breath, darting your eyes between them before reaching to pick at the table edge instead, spilling out an explanation so rapid and tight in tone that Yeonjun almost missed the first half of it.

“I find it hard to meet people nowadays - new or old. Socialising in groups has become really tricky for me. Humans are hard work, and I just don’t get Hybrids - like, they’re so unpredictable, and then, non-prey types make me even more anxious… I just - I don’t - even know how to even begin to talk to people anymore, let alone ask for help - but I thought you guys might… Get it, you know? Like, Gyu is mostly indifferent, he doesn’t understand what I’m saying - but you guys are higher, more educated and responsive, or at least on the same level as me, so I just thought - I just - I thought that maybe -”

You flushed hot in the attempt to tie up the loose-ended speech. But you didn’t need to; as Soobin’s ears folded with a sympathetic huff and he threw a sharp glare at Yeonjun, before reaching to squeeze your hands in his. He wasn’t going to let you suffer alone.

“It’s alright, Y/N. Yeonjun’s just being a nosey fucking fox. Don’t ever feel like you have to over-explain anything, ever again.” 

He turned his head to slowly growl at his companion. Lip curled over one large blunt-pointed tooth. 

“Especially to people who don’t properly read their text messages.”

There was a beat of silence. Yeonjun was pleased he got an answer to the rumours, but visibly softer and feeling a little put out after hearing your reactions. And getting - literally - hounded in the process. 

Eyes wide and ears high at a point, he didn’t poke the mood, instead, he chose to push forward. Wise of him.

“Ahh - I’m sorry Y/N,” He offered, a little confused. Shy; timid even. 

He peeked between the two of you, clearly not clued into what was going on like he thought he was. His ears were so expressive; you were convinced you could see his emotions with those alone. Like right now; you could tell he was unsure what to say.

“I’m - Can I read the text again, doll?” 

You nodded at him to go ahead, knowing full well that he never read it in the first place.

Soobin however; wasn’t in the least bit shocked or ‘put out’ by your words. Out of everyone, other than Beomgyu, Soobin was the one you had spent the most time with in the friendship group over the past two years. He knew all of what you were saying to be the truth. 

Hence him driving you here. 

Hence your honest and open conversation in the safety of the car. 

Covered in his scent. Quiet, safe, and otherwise alone. 

Hence why this meet-up had created an opening to a further bond that created an attraction so strong you had almost hooked up in Soobin’s driver seat just under an hour ago in the underground parking lot. 

Hence his plush leather seats being coated in the smell of slick, and why he had even invited Yeonjun to tag along - like you had suggested - in the first place. He had entertained the idea of his friend joining for the good aspects of his personality, and because you wanted him there; but he was apprehensive enough of the bad sides of his friend to be protective of you.

The fox was, often, surprisingly fast-witted. But in this instance, he had been very slow. 

Yeonjun clicked away his phone with a small “Ah…” and folded his ears backwards. Coy, but curious. “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t read it properly...”

You nodded, picking at the paint remaining on your nails. Tense, but happy that his reaction to your proposal wasn’t exactly bad. You weren’t sure what it was, yet.

“Umm, anyways, in other news -” 

Soobin rolled his eyes… again. Delighted to hear what the fox would come up with next.

“- newly Hybrid, hey sugar? Bet that’s been hard to get used to. Gyu said your test came back as a Deer. Your scent tells me that’s true, but I don’t see any ears. No tail? Antlers, even? It’s a little… odd to get used to - never met someone with your condition before.”

You blinked. 

Sometimes; you forget that the whole saga had ever happened. That you had even inherited those traits (by force), in the first place. Then it was mentioned, or you read of similar incidents in the news, and a whole slew of memories reappeared in your mind's eye. 

After the night you and Beomgyu had hooked up; things had begun to change. You had started to become attached. You learned more about his past. What dark alleys he disappeared down. His deepest darkest fears. You fell in love. 

Then you went to an office party, and everything got so violently fucked up. 

Someone at the party had spiked your drink. With an extremely dangerous and underground drug that caused a human's recessive hybrid genes to splice and come to life; or, where no recession was present, you would be forced to die a very fast and excruciating death, bursting from the inside out.

There were no treatments for it. Instead, a private donor who had a supposed ‘interest’ in the drug, paid for your experimental treatment. The whole thing was strange and dramatic like a big-shot movie, but you were just glad it was over.

Altogether; it was a dangerous dice throw of genetics, that you had very luckily survived.

It took weeks of recovery, and a handful more months of emotional care for you to re-enter the world. With a new slither of morality splitting apart your soul. There existed inside of you; the heart and mind of a Doe, where once a human had full control.

Naturally; the genetic switch caused you to gain a Deer’s characteristics. 

You became more reserved; quick to flight, instead of fight. You began to shake, and freeze in fear; where you once had the option to move, be uncaring and in control of your body. You had become sensitive to predators - in every sense, but more vitally hybrids. Your diet changed drastically and your hearing and sense of touch hiked up tenfold. 

And what Yeonjun said made sense; it was odd to have no extra limbs. You understood why it confused the hybrids around you. Deer’s being somewhat rare, and your condition more so; the medical professionals were unable to explain whether you would get any animal characteristics or not. You were grateful for not yet at least growing a replacement pair of ears. It would have been too much to adjust to. 

You also couldn’t get pregnant that easily anymore. Not that that proved any challenge; you were a human before, and a different animal type now, so sleeping with Beomgyu was a null threat - Humans and Hybrids can't create offspring, and Hybrids abide by the same genealogy rule that animals do - that’s to say a cat can’t reproduce with a deer, and so on.

And honestly, thank Goodness for that; as a child with Beomgyu sounded like hell.

Your relationship stayed much the same. The switch to becoming a Hybrid created natural barriers, and if not for your occasional retching at any fish placed on Beomgyu’s dining plate, you could co-exist peacefully. But the intimacy was no longer there. And your emotions proved far too complex for a moody cat-boy to understand. He wasn’t high enough on the food chain to guide you; nor low enough to be bullied. 

You were simply on two separate paths. He was nice to have around, and he held a special place in your heart, but… some people are not meant to be in long-term relationships. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out.

These boys, however; were natural threats to you.

And they acted like it. Their sudden unrestricted movements scared you. Their ability to keep their emotions and body language in check kept you constantly on edge and vigilant. 

Not to mention the change in your relationship with Soobin. He had struggled to keep his teeth inside his gums whenever near you; instead of around your throat, where they instinctively should have been, the moment you strolled out of the cat-boy’s room, that first day he visited you at the apartment, after the initial hospital stay. 

He remembered seeing you so weak and pale; reaching for him with a new vulnerability. He remembered how badly you suffered and wanted nothing more than to take you home with him.

Yeonjun however, became distant after the accident. And although it was not unlike him to disappear for weeks at a time; it was obvious that he felt you shouldn’t interact until you had spent a ton of time inside of this new body of yours.

But you’d be outright lying if you said you didn’t love the thrill of fear in the space of people you trusted.

“Y/N?” You heard Soobin prompt. Ears low. Voice soft. He sounded pained. Yeonjun watched with empathy written all over his face.

“Yeah, sorry…” You must have zoned out, you realised and shook your brain back into place. “I don’t - have any of that. It’s been hard. Gyu’s really helped me re-integrate, and everything. Soob too. But - sometimes, it’s just -”

“Overwhelming?” Yeonjun offered. Voice calm, and light. He tilted his head sympathetically. “Scary? Noisy? Uncomfortable?”

“Yeah,” You scoffed, chin tucked. “All of that. And - so much more.”

Yeonjun wasn’t sure what to say. And you were in no position to start talking.

“Curiosity killed the cat, dickhead.” Soobin growled and broke the awkward pause by tugging Yeonjun's well-groomed black and orange tail from out beneath his larger leg in annoyance, a little harsher than needed, before looking out beyond the chair with a huff and folded ears. “So much for a low-key re-introduction.”

“Well then thank fuck I’m not a cat!” Yeonjun yowled at Soobin and yanked his tail back, small chirping noises sounding from his throat as he went along. That looked like it hurt. But he soon settled.

You jumped at the hand that landed over your own, following the arm to the fox, who had shuffled around the seats in a cute and juvenile fashion; smile kinder than before, and seemingly aware of what he had done wrong. Yeonjun’s ears went completely flat against his slicked-back hair - a sign of temperance and apology - and he was almost purring, jittering a high-pitched noise quietly.

Soobin watched with a warning growl only the other hybrid could hear; stiff to how you would respond to Yeonjun moving so quickly into your personal space. 

But surprisingly, you were okay. Given how things had gone with Soobin earlier, he reasoned, you must have started to feel a little more comfortable about how your proposition would be received.

“I’m sorry, pretty Doe. I seriously didn’t realise.” Yeonjun said in a hushed tone.

This was all a little too late in Soobin's' opinion, but it was better late than nothing. 

The fox watched your expressions carefully as he followed your face, hiding from him by tucking your chin. His hand squeezed over yours, pulling you to stop picking at the table. His thumb brushed over your knuckles before releasing your hand, letting you retreat. 

“I thought we were here for a smoke, a drink… Some small talk? Not real - or,” He tutted, correcting himself, “Not that - kind of intense stuff. I’m sorry angel. That’s on me for being a shit reader.” 

You snuck a glance. His expression was patient and genuine. His ears were still folded. And you wanted to forgive him, despite your gut telling you it may not be the smartest move. 

By nature, Yeonjun was sneaky and funny. But also cripplingly charming, and a perfect smooth talker ever since the first time you had met him. He was constantly smoking. Weed, vapes, cigarettes. Whatever he could get his hands on or was left nearby. One could call it an oral fixation of some kind.

Unlike the clean-but-very-much-into-rock-metal Soobin, Yeonjun was a typical bad-boy character, and his sway with people could be felt in any venue the guys would go. You didn’t hold it against him. You knew via second-hand stories and brief interactions that he really was a nice guy. But people had trouble believing it.

In the words of Soobin; “If you want him to come and agree to this, you’ll just have to trust that he’s in a good mood tonight, and see how it goes. If he’s a cock, we leave. Or if he’s feeling nice, I’m betting on you not wanting him to leave. One thing he won’t do is continue when you tell him to stop. So just tell him, if he’s too much. Last thing he wants to do is upset a pretty girl. I’ll be by your side the whole night.” 

And that summed him up, pretty damn well.

“It’s okay.” You smiled. His ears picked up gradually, eager to lean into the positive response. “I expected there to be some confusion about it anyway. You can - you can ask questions…” Your skin heated, legs pressing together and away from the handsome fox looking down at you. 

“Anything?” Yeonjun purred with a low, but inquisitive tone.

“Umm, yeah. Sure. Anything.” 

Yeonjun took note; as his nose suddenly twitched and he shot Soobin a discreet glance. 

This close, this shy, you did in fact smell like something he wanted to breed. He couldn’t even believe his mind went to those places, to ravish his own bandmates girl. But the text had used the words ‘shy breedable deer groupie’ pretty explicitly, so it wasn’t like he didn’t have full green-meaning-go. 

But still, he was in slight disbelief.

“Yeah-h, anything is cool, anything you guys want to know, you know? You can ask -”

“How long have you been thinking about asking us for help with this?” Yeonjun shot back immediately, cutting you off. “Who else is involved? Does Beomgyu know? Where did you think we’d go? Are you clean? How long-term is this?”

Now that he had gained social context, the fox was back on his feet and as swift as ever.

“Yeonjun -” Soobin groaned. Ready to throw him over the diner table and punch his pretty Vulpine face out the back door already. “Please, for the love of God, go gently with this one.” 

“You don’t even believe in God.” Yeonjun threw back at him.

Soobin made a noise of frustration but you quickly shook your head, tone soft as a breeze. 

“No no - Binnie, it’s okay. It’s alright. I can get why someone would be distrusting.”

You turned to face Yeonjun’s quizzical face, the one that clearly didn’t believe you yet. It was in his nature, you reminded yourself. You can ask to stop and everything will stop.

“I’ve been into you guys ever since I met you. I’ve just never really found the perfect moment to -” 

Yeonjun's nose twitched, distracted. His ears whooshed forward and upright; standing to attention as his irises pinched. It made you pause mid-sentence. You had a cat, and you knew that look. And by the look he held on his face, you knew that he knew. Knew that he knew that you knew. And so forth.

“I’m clean!” You squeaked.

Your shirt collar had moved. And a waft of Soobin's’ scent had released into the air and straight up into his nasal column. And then, travelled up into his brain, ears, eyes - until he was locked upon you. 

“Have you guys been making out?” The fox quipped, ears folding in offence before thwapping up together so high and so fast they made a thwop sound upon impact. 

“Don’t ask stupid questions, idiot.” Soobin huffed. “My scent is all over her. How have you not realised this sooner?”

Now that the big dog had mentioned it, Yeonjun could smell Soobin’s scent. And it was plastered all over the booth. Specifically, all over you. And the teeth-adjacent bruises indented into your shoulder. The Doberman's clothes even smelt like you; however faintly.

And as Yeonjun eased into your space, well; the three scents mixed, and created the most mouth-watering combo he had picked up in years.

“My nose isn’t as good as yours,” Yeonjun murmured, distracted. 

The fox watched - or more accurately, listened - as the last of the large dining groups exited out the front door with a bustle, whizzing by the table and kicking up a fuss. But as soon as the people had passed, he whipped his attention back to you with a harsh whisper under his breath and leaned in completely - like a school kid sharing some killer secrets. 

Only, he needed some assurance of your confidence first. Such as it goes.

“I feel like you’re pulling my leg here Y/N.” He hissed. “And as much as I’m down to fuck - and even down for the whole courting thing - how do I know you’re not both taking me for a fool? That this isn’t one big setup to split the group up? To set me against your fucking man?”

A tense silence passed between the two of you, and an anxious heart rate picked up inside your muscles so fast your fingers started to tingle; your blood rushed into your ears as adrenaline made you look to the other male across the table for help. Soobin growled lowly, in complete control of himself, answering your eyes. You were surprised to see his ears flat back against his equally jet-black hair with an irritated expression. His diamond-patterned chain danced in the light under his jacket as his neck flexed in anger.

“Call Beomgyu, you idiot,” Soobin growled deeply now. It was guttural, and he was clearly pissed off. “Or text him, I don’t care. Just quit fucking bothering the girl about it. This isn’t a setup - and you know that. I wouldn’t bring you into one. Don’t insult me.”

Curiously, he didn’t fight Soobin on this. Instead, his ears pulled into submission, and his lips formed a small pout. Yeonjun grumbled in thought before pulling his phone out to send what you imagined to be many multiple texts in full caps and at a rapid pace to the sickly Beomgyu on bed rest at home. 

“Hey,” Soobin mumbled, reaching to take your hand from across the table, the one picking anxiously at the edge of the metal rim. 

The softness in his voice distracted you from the beating in your chest; so you looked up and away from Yeonjun for a moment. 

You slipped your hands into his outreaching ones; timid, but desperate for reassurance. He squeezed your smaller wrists and fingers in his palms - dwarfed, soft, shaking - then released, to let you pull them away if you wanted. But you didn’t let go just yet. So he squeezed again. 

You were already calmer.

“If it gets too much, you can ask to leave. You know that right? That it’s okay? Say forget it, and we’ll never speak on it again. Alright?” 

You nodded, pulling away to sit on your hands instead for now. Watching between the two of them, but mostly Yeonjun who was texting with a furrowed brow and swivelling emotive ears. 

The fox beside you had his eyebrows drawn low and chin tucked. Eventually, he clicked his screen to black, and set it face down on the table. He turned to see you. He was scanning you. As his ears slowly dipped to the side.

“Well, shit, gorgeous.”

The message had got through.

But he didn’t look nearly as regretful as you thought he would. Instead, he held a smirk on his cheeks and tipped his head.

“Little Doe really needs our help, huh?”

Soobin released a weighty exhale as you pulled away.

Your body flushed hot. But you nodded. Concentrating on Soobin's knuckles padding on the table in a tap tap tap-tap tap.

There was silence for a moment. Yeonjun's ears went back and he tapped his lighter on the table in a rhythmic swivel, as he pouted and looked around aimlessly in thought. Then a lightbulb hit.

“Guess a good start is to ask what you’re into. Any hard boundaries you’d want to avoid? But I’m guessing….” His eyes darted all over you, to the dog on the other side of the table. 

That’s not where you had expected him to look for an answer. 

“Binnie might have already covered that.”

The dog chuckled and nodded.

“Little Deer is into praise, mostly. Guidance. She’s a voyeur. Loves soft-domming. But needs a little bite to keep her guessing.”

Your eyes shot wide open and you blinked rapidly. Your kinks were just being openly exposed like a laundry list, and you weren’t even sure when or how Soobin had figured this all out.

“Pretty boy is a good sniffer-dog.” Yeonjun chuckled, answering your expression.

“Oh,” Soobin added, “and she has a size kink. But I'm sure you’ve picked up on that one already.”

“I did,” Yeonjun smirked, tongue in his teeth and giggling at your shyness. “Oh, I most certainly did.”

Before you were able to fully shrink into your spine like a turtle into its shell, Yeonjun's voice fired back up, easy and chill in tone. It soothed you, and it made you feel like you were being laughed with, not at.

“Any hard no’s though, gorgeous? We’ll use the light system if needed, Gyu said you already know what that is.”

You shifted, body hot, gaze down towards your knees.

“Yeah, I do. And no - not really. Just… be nice. We’ll have to find out about specifics. I’m not really - adventurous enough to know...”

Yeonjun snickered, teeth between his tongue. 

“Sure; dodge ‘em as we find ‘em. Sounds good to me.”

“But - and be specific -” Soobin’s low voice mumbled. Your chin lifted instinctively to find him. “Do you want to try anything new? Anything that will help you feel more grounded?”

The boys waited for some time, but they were greeted with silence and a hanging head. You looked stressed and puzzled. You worried your hands as you tried to think up something to answer with.

Yeonjun hummed at you. And leaned into your space.

“Mmm ~ You look stuck, gorgeous ~ Cat got your tongue?” 

You wanted to punch the beautiful face in front of you that spun goading words like a golden thread. You knew the implications. That Beomgyu, said cat, had a hold on you, even from miles away. Quickly and firmly, you shook your head.

“Absolutely no way,” You puffed your cheeks. “I just - I don’t know about this stuff.”

Corruption, Soobin mentally noted. Yeonjun thought much the same.

“Well,” Yeonjun countered, working swiftly. Voice low, leaning on the table, still and unmoving. But he was taking his time. Dancing around your edges.

“What is it that the little kitty did with you, to get you so smitten, baby girl?”

“I am not - smitten -”

“Sure you’re not.” He grinned. 

“I am not, smitten, with Beomgyu -”

“Sure. I’m also not a fox.”

The two of you struck a line of fire before he shrugged.

“Well he clearly didn’t do a good enough job, otherwise you wouldn’t be here begging for our help, little Fawn.”

“You don’t know that…” You whimpered. But he was right and you both knew it. 

Yeonjun's smile quirked. You were moments away from breaking. A thrill he could never not chase.

“Oh, I think I do. I know the way he works. Kitty probably had you under his thumb from the moment you met.”

“What - No! No, he did not!”

“Bet he did, doll. Bet he had you hanging onto every sarcastic comment and insult he could come up with.”

“Okay!” You puffed up, desperate to defend your image and your friends. 

“Then tell me, tell me exactly what you think he did, to get me so… love-fucked, Yeonjun! Enlighten me! Please! Since you seem to know so much!” 

The fox’s smile pulled up until you could see his gums. A fear struck in your belly; he was about to do something, and you were ready for it.

"Oh, I don't know, I'm imagining he did a little something like this -"

Without warning, Yeonjun snapped into motion. It was obvious he had been holding back for quite some time; as his limbs became unstuck like a spring suddenly being let loose inside an animatronic. 

With a swift and deliberate movement, his grip lay around your throat and his fingers pressed onto your pulse; body upright and kneeling to follow you down down down until your shoulders were wedged between the seat and the table and you had nowhere else to go.

You gulped, audibly, body stiff as a board. 

The fox was looking down at you with such hunger and fervour that you shifted anxiously against the leather despite your initial instinct to freeze. Yeonjun smelt so damn good and the charm the boy had was insane. You were infatuated. And he was absolutely gorgeous, on top of whatever-the-fuck hybrid impression was being felt.

A single fuck-boy hair curled out from his gelled fringe and hovered over his brow. 

Even while trapping you in a sexual way, in a public place, he could make you smile and feel calm in his presence. Maybe even more so because of it; you sighed, elbows dropping to the chair behind you and heart at a steady pleasant beat to the hybrids ears.

Soobin quickly darted his eyes, nose and ears all around the low-lit floor of the now evening catering diner - already overtly aware of how mind-melting the fox could be. Soobin was not willing to let him undress you for the fox's own sick and twisted personal gain in the middle of the restaurant - to slip from his side of the booth and into both of yours. 

Soobin's body was warm on contact and his side pushed you back into Yeonjun's orbit - more importantly back onto the seat -  with a hand pressed to your exposed spine. The dog smelt like a deep woody cologne, as opposed to Yeonjun’s lighter and sweeter one, and it was a pleasant reminder of the heaviness that had enveloped you in the car ride here. You could still feel Soobin’s jean-clad leg pressing up against your core - 

Pay attention, you chided yourself.

You shuffled up, thankful for Soobin's large frame surrounding the space behind you. Soobin's large hand gripped your knee and unintentionally eased your legs apart, as the fox exhaled warm air down and over your face. 

Your whole body writhed beneath him. You didn’t know where to put your hands, your arms, your legs, your body.

"I want you to look at me while I fuck you, daddy’s pretty little fawn. Want to hear you moan. Want to see you cry, baby. Wanna see your eyes roll when I hit that spot."

Yeonjun had originally started this whole ‘bit’ as a slightly cruel joke. But your reaction was tangible. It made him grumble a noise from his belly, licking his lips. Licking his gums, his teeth.

“Any of this ringing a bell, doll?” He growled lowly, face hovering over yours. “Any of this making you feel love-fucked, yet?”

You had no real rebuttal; because he was right. Everything he was doing; from the way he was acting, to the way he was instructing you what to do, made you melt into the Doberman's side like Beomgyu had done on many private occasions.

And so you whimpered. 

Something small, and submissive. 

Both boys reacted visibly to your noise. Yeonjun's ears tipped further forward and his nose pinched. Soobin’s tail swiped over his jeans in timid and controlled pats and he leaned into you; nuzzling behind your ear with milkshake-tinted breath surrounding your face while the fox’s fingers pressed your throat. 

With the combined actions your core dripped wet and your body flushed hot. 

“O-okay -” You submitted, voice wobbly as all hell. “He might have said… some of that… And he might have had me feeling, some kind of way…” 

It was less of a retort and more of a pathetic distraction of a response. Something to buy time; and the fox smiled; happy that you had succumbed like he had expected. Like you needed to be, for them to help you. 

This was going to be fun.

“B-but what - what about it? Why does it matter? What’s it got to do with this situation?!”

The dog hybrid reached his hand to move under Yeonjun's grip on your throat from behind you; and tipped your head back against his chest and shoulder delicately. Soobin's hand was much bigger, much wider, and a little cooler than the fox’s - from the abandoned milkshake nearby - you melted into him, comfortable in his hold.

“Did you like it, sweetheart?” Soobin spoke with a rumbling growl. “Be honest with us. We want that answer to match the gorgeous scent of your cunt, or we’ll get up and spit roast you in the middle of this fucking diner.” 

You were being thrown totally for a spin. Soobin would never usually talk to you like this. 

He squeezed your airways in a long and steady hold. And looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow and amused expression, taunting you and daring you to lie, plump lips only just out of reach, with an uncharacteristically wicked smile that hypnotised you.

You puttered a pathetic noise, jumping as the fox’s hand soothed up the whole length of your inner leg until it trailed down and over your knee. 

With the unpredictable fox totally out of sight, you gripped Soobin’s strong legs under his jeans. Pleading with your eyes. But he was unmoving, and as patient and methodical as ever.

Yeonjun chittered, and you jumped as his long fingers slipped underneath your skirt to hook down under your thong string over your hip to massage your pubic bone. He applied pressure to the space around your core; pressing his two forefingers onto either side of your labia, just to see you squirm.

“Fuck-ing - wicked canines -”

You practically ate your choked moans, squirming against the seat for an ounce of friction, eyebrows drawn together as Soobin maintained heavy, groaning eye contact. 

“Speak.”

His aura had shifted with surprising ease and natural authenticity into one of authority, and his eyebrow pulled high, daring you to make a noise, daring you to lie, daring you to go against their words. Your whole body was on fire, and you had begun tensing from muscle down to the bone. 

Yeonjun's hand twisted in a quick and deliberate motion, middle and forefinger smoothing up and down your folds with ease. He pressed his slender middle finger into your sopping cunt; pressing into you like warm butter. Yeonjun hissed from between his teeth, and his nails dug into your thighs; pumping his finger to add another.

It was an easy fit. You were dripping with slick already. The scent filled their brains with nothing but fantasia and lust.

“Nngh - yeah - yes - yes -” You just about managed to keep to a whisper, hips pressing into the split second of contact with the fox with a burning need. Your grip was tight on their arms and your breathing scattered.

“I did, dammit -” You whimpered, struggling to look down at Yeonjun’s hands that pumped at the slowest pace. “I did, I loved it -”

But the dog tipped your chin back; causing you to fall back onto Soobin's shoulder with your smaller hands gripping over the tight squeeze on your pulse. He moved his thumb to stroke adoringly over your cheek. 

“Pay attention,” Soobin ordered gruffly, but gently. “Tell us how much you loved it -”

He didn’t even get to finish before you were falling apart on his words.

“Fuck. I loved it, Binnie. Wan’ it from you, please, please mark me, please - I’ll do anything, please, fuck -” 

Your heart was racing, and the pheromone of pure rushing lust and submission coursed through you and out into the open air like a drug. Yeonjun's eyes pinched harshly, and his ears pivoted to alert as he shot Soobin a look under his brow. Soobin grumbled, communicating with his friend; his ears also tipped and eyes blown wide.

The look Yeonjun had shot was an instruction to get it together, or more specifically to get you under control before you flooded the whole diner with a pheromone that told the whole place and a short area outside that you needed to be fucked into the next century. Soobin's reaction was one of complete agreement.

“Loosen up, pretty doe,” The dog rumbled, drowsy. He nuzzled against the dip in your neck and let go of the majority of his grip. "You’re shaking. Relax your body." 

The sudden change-up made you shake; quivering in an uncontrollable and entirely unfamiliar way. You whimpered; shifting in his hold; before releasing the tension in your legs upon instruction. It wasn’t that you were scared; no, you were exhilarated and struggled to contain it.

“That pretty cunt of yours is gonna get us found out someday...” Soobin nuzzled behind your ear; biting the outer corner. “... too bad I care enough to let you get upset. That’s enough, let her go Jun.”

“Please, Soob I need you… Junnie, don’t stop…” 

But the fox hybrid didn’t answer your whimpered plea. Instead, Yeonjun retracted his hand and body after gathering the prize he wanted, with a foxish grin spread wide across his cheeks. Submitting to Soobin's direct order with ease. Like he had done it before. Like he enjoyed it.

Soobin released his grip on your throat to hold his arm across your chest. And allowed you a moment's peace to pant like a puppy in heat.

With your head flopped forward and dizzy, Soobin placed his palm under your chin again from behind to tilt you back onto his shoulder, gently this time. He groaned freely at your knees curling up into yourself and Yeonjun's pink gums and healthy canines flashing at him in the low light.

Prey; tugged around until the beasts were ready to feast.

Yeonjun's eyes locked onto your own as he licked at the syrup-sin he had managed to pick up in his scooped fingers. It dripped onto his luscious lips; his irises pulled thin as slits as his pretty slender fingers spread the sweetness around and up his gums; fingertips revealing his sharp teeth and plump lips. The same thin and sharp canines you had dreamed about being sunken into your thighs.

An angel's nectar on a devil's tongue. 

"Sweet like heaven." The fox purred, moaning deeply as he leaned to fall back onto his seat. 

The fox’s jeans were tight and his expression was blissful. His fingers rested in his mouth, as he sucked at them with sinful moans. His ears fell to the side and his tail quirked; palming at your knee that you pressed onto his hard cock. 

You moaned in response, fingers clasped between Soobin's knuckles and gasped at the weight put on your throat. It wasn’t tight; instead, you found it rather grounding. But it was enough to willfully drag air back into your lungs.

Yeonjun's eyes were low and focused entirely on you and the hand decoration around your neck. He popped the fingers out of his mouth with a deep moan, filthy and loud into the diner, eyes fluttering. He was so brazen.

“Mmph - Fuck, big dog, you’ve got to taste this doll. Heaven-ly~” He sang.

“No doubt.” Soobin groaned, nose against your hair and voice rumbling behind. “If it’s anything like her mouth, I’d like nothing more than to spit in it.”

Upon such nasty praise, you were unsure what to do. A quiet moan left your lips and you squeezed your legs together against the Fox’s hands. Shaking with fervour.

Soobin dipped his head to meet your whimpering for an open kiss. He grumbled against your lips and pressed back down to lick up the saliva that pooled on your tongue after being toyed with so much. It was a short embrace, but one you were grateful for. You pulled away to close your eyes and rest against his shoulder.

“You play so well, gorgeous,” Soobin grumbled, pressing the corner of your mouth to wipe your lips with his thumb. “Didn’t think Junnie would make you drool so soon, though. Do you like being spoiled?” 

“I do.” You managed, in a tight tone, stiffening up against the dog at your back. “Thank you.”

Truthfully, the Doberman's nose was much more sensitive to the nerves he could smell hanging around the arousal in the air, and he was determined to make you feel as comfortable as possible whilst in their care. You eased against him - muscles melding against the curve of his chest - with a relieved sigh.

Oh, but if only he knew.

You wanted him. Wanted to be perfectly near him. Consumed by them.

He growled softly, and answered your pattering heartbeat by pressing against your back even more with his chest - the best he could do at this angle - moving the hair from your shoulder to the already bruised skin behind your neck to press his nose into your collarbone, over your scent gland.

His woody musk was plastered over you from before in the car already, though. So he pressed his cheek to your neck with a content grumble, and smiled against your shoulder, hand over your stomach in a loving pull. 

“Do you want us to take you home? Go back to the car? Or you gon’ tell us when you’ve had enough?”

You would have loved to answer, but your mind was elsewhere, and you had no space left to think. Your eyes fixated on Yeonjun, and the long drag of his cigarette. Of course, he knew he was being watched. But he didn’t spare you a glance. It was all part of the act.

Once again; in the dimly lit booth of the diner, the orange in his thinly slit eyes shone like a cat in headlights on a foggy road. His cheek tilted, and he smirked at you; sprawled over their legs and so fuzzy with scents that you were starting to miss breaths. He saw your eyes dip until you felt consumed.

“Hmm, babe?” Soobin mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek and pressing your stomach with his wide-open palm to gain your attention. 

He truly could pick you up and bend you over with little effort at any time. You could see now after all the time spent together platonically, why he was favoured as a hired bodyguard. Lean, but strong. And more than a little gutsy.

Your mind was starting to wander.

You shuffled to sit upright and face more towards the hound in the soft leather seat. It was a welcome body heat to your side, and you felt secure, messing around with your larger friend pressed to your back. Yeonjun watched you both with enamoured eyes, tail curled and ears dipped completely. Thumb pressing into your inner knee in smoothing swipes.

The chemistry was obvious. But Yeonjun wasn’t in the slightest sense jealous when he knew what was pre-agreed and on the cards. Besides, you had your own relationship together, already. 

It was only a matter of time before you fell into him like that.

Soobin's' energy was in such contrast to the fox. The dog's tail flopped up and down as soon as you turned to him, ears tentatively tilted downward in your direction and dimples softly dipped into his cheeks. You accepted the gentle nuzzling head butt against the top of your scalp as his ears curled. 

A soft putt of air sounded from his nose as you reached for his hands. He allowed you to move them onto your lap and off your stomach, admiring that you seemed to feel braver to move how you wanted, now that you had a large-bodied wall against the majority of the diner guests. 

“I’m good here, for now.” You managed, voice weak. “Thank you though, for moving Binnie.” The Pinscher nodded, and his dimples pressed into his smile. “I like you here. Both of you.”

A pretty girl who likes to feel protected, Yeonjun mentally noted with sharp eyes and a smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” The dog smiled. Happy. Pleased to help you. “And sure, fine, if it’s what you prefer.”

“D’you want a drink or something doll?” Yeonjun offered, a lot closer to you now than you realised he had been. He was certainly sneaky.

“It’s on us,” Soobin added. His deep voice reverberated between your ears, making you squeeze your thighs tight. 

Soobin noticed and poked at the softness of your ribs as you curled both your hands into his one large palm. He squeezed your hands in his, ears pointed directly down at your face and tail happily swiping in a relaxed pattern. He was being patient with you.

You dipped your head, finally registering the dizzying effects of being so hot and bothered.

You shook your head, and a small “No, no thank you.” was mumbled into the canine's chest area. 

You felt faint. Like you were being circled. Like your head was pulsing at the images of being stuffed full. Like you were awaiting tense moments of silence before being pounced. You wondered if the thrill would ever subside.

Soobin’s scent was heavy with musk, and he had to put in a lot less legwork to make you pliant, unlike the fox. He didn’t want to push you. So he let the fox take over in the meantime.

Yeonjun sat up, shuffling into your side. Ears craning to hear your breathing, your quick pulse.

“You okay, gorgeous?” The fox asked quizically behind the diners' comically large laminated menu that had been passed over the table by Soobin. Of whom; had moved away to deliberately break some tension. 

Of course, the flimsy plastic didn’t actually block anything from the other hybrids in the building due to their senses. Not to mention Soobin was taller and practically glued to your side, within earshot and by proxy inside your bubble like a literal, actual large guard dog, so the guise of it just being ‘you and Yeonjun’ was a falsehood. But the laminated card at least blocked your human brain from noticing anything but them, for now, and that's really all that mattered. 

They were wining and dining and potentially long-term courting you now, after all. Your comfort and security was of the utmost importance.

“Hope we aren’t moving too fast? Don’t want to spook you, doll.”

You smiled, with a shake of your head and huffed a sigh.

“No, I’m - I’m good, thank you Junnie -” You stuttered on your words, unsure if you should say what you wanted to. “It’s just…” 

“Go on?” Yeonjun drawled. “What is it?” He puffed at the smoke of the practically forgotten and readily burning cigarette with a relaxed posture. Arms crossed, back curved. 

By God, beyond him being just so convincing; you trusted him with your entire body by now. He barely had to push and you were ready to spill until there was nothing left but clean bone. 

This is of course, what Yeonjun wants. Information. Secrets. The view behind the curtain. He is consumed by the need to know. 

Always and forever, he seeks what is between the lines; what is just beyond reach.

“Is it always going to be like this?” You questioned, weakly. “Is it always going to be this intense? This… suffocating to be around you guys?” 

Yeonjun's ears swivelled to point at you with a small, shocked expression. Like he was almost blushing. Like he hadn’t expected you to point it out.

“Suffocating, love? Do you need to go outside and get some air?” 

Soobin's voice boomed from behind, but you quickly shook your head. Binnie was almost always just off the mark and took the voicing a tad too literally.

“I - no - I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” You huffed, and scratched your head, finding the words. “I just -”

Yeonjun simply nodded and waited. You would find your footing.

You blurted out your thoughts; short and fast.

“This thing I feel when you’re around me - this feeling of pressure in my lungs. It’s like - I can feel you guys in the room without knowing where you are. But it’s only you guys. Or like, other predators. Surely you feel it too, right?”

The boys shared a look. These were the types of things a hybrid in heat would be experiencing.

“I don’t know if I’m just super sense-aware after not socialising for so long, or if it’s like, a super normal hybrid thing, or if - maybe - I’m just horny as all hell, but I just wonder. Is it always going to feel this intense? Do you… know that, even?”

And your innocent mouth had just uttered your current state to them into the air, without any idea of what you were saying. But according to Beomgyu; you hadn’t experienced a cycle yet, and the clinicians said it should be months until one started. 

Unless something, or someone, had triggered it.

The two of them proceeded, cautiously. Conscious not to react strongly.

“These things are normal.” Yeonjun purred, soothingly. “Most of it probably has to do with you getting used to life with this new body.” He tapped out his cigarette, and kissed his teeth, moving to look at you. “You could call it a heightened sixth sense. But really it’s just all of your senses working together to keep you alive.”

“Like a deer, in a forest? Hearing all the… things around it?” You offered, trying to relate it to something you had seen before. 

Yeonjun nodded, with a touched smile.

“Sure, sweetness. Like a deer, in a forest.”

You nodded. And thought on it for a moment. Yeonjun spoke up before your mind could wander down any unfactual wormholes.

“A marten knows when a deer is nearby. A deer knows when it’s in the presence of a bear. A bear is usually always aware that it’s in the presence of a hunter. And so on.” He flicked his eyes to the dog behind him. Soobin nodded, so Yeonjun continued. “ You’ll get used to it eventually. The severity of it - or, at least that intense feeling of paranoia you’re getting - usually goes away when we become ‘of age’. You’ve just got some catching up to do is all. Started a lot later than the rest of us.”

Yeonjun's smile was kind, as you looked up to him. 

“Obviously, coming up to when you reach your rut, you’re going to start being more aware of your surroundings. Same as a deer, right, gorgeous? You’re gonna start looking for partners - physically, maybe even subconsciously - any scents they may leave around, or indicators that they’re also down to fuck. Learning body language is extremely important.”

Yeonjun paused to heave smoke into his lungs and out of his lips in a slow, circular puff. He was assessing you. As expected, your response was bashful. A small nod and avoidant eyes indicated to him that you were listening, and your racing heart told him that you were affected by what he was saying. 

His ear ticked. He heaved a sigh that turned into a hum. And he pushed the remainder of the smoke out of his body with a smile. Swiping the smoke out of the way to see your face.

In the moving air, your nose followed the trail of an aroma. It was Yeonjun's musk. Orange, light, and citrusy, but sweeter than before; with a pinch of spice that reminded you of Christmas. 

“I’ve heard it does crop up again with future cycles, but not every month, and not nearly as intense as the first. We’re all just mammals on the Discovery Channel, after all.”

You smiled and laughed at his attempt to make you giggle. It had worked.

“Okay, thank you.” You exhaled a sigh. That had lifted some weight off your shoulders. It was a conversation Beomgyu would never entertain, so you were thankful for the explanation.

“I enjoy being here with the two of you, so I guess it’s not a bad thing and I’ll get used to it eventually. Not really that hungry though, if you guys are about to order?”

The fox’s eyebrow quirked. Happy to move on. “Really? Food’s on the house and you don’t want anything?”

You shrugged, looking between both the boys’ pointed expressions. You puffed your cheeks and pulled your shoulders up to shrug on an exhale.

Yeonjun pulled the menu over to rest on both of your legs. The laminate was cold, and his hands - well the contact made you itch with the need to be smothered by him.

“You should eat something, Y/N. Especially if we’re gonna drink later. We can do takeout if you don’t want to eat it here?”

You were looking at the menu. You were reading the words. But nothing was coming to you. Nothing stuck. Your brain felt like cotton candy, and you were unable to concentrate on anything but the desperate want to have his hands spread over your tacky thighs and to fuck you until you came all over the -

“I don’t want you guys to feel put out, is all.” You pressed, cheeks hot from trying to keep your mind in check. Missing the sharp eyes that grew amused at your reaction to some very deliberate teasing.

Soobin scoffed. “Not at all, you can have anything on here, it’s your pick.” All the while his thumb pressed over your knuckles and into your palm.

“How are you guys so damn persuasive?” You laughed gently. “You’d make great con men, you know? Maybe even better pick up artists?” 

The dog giggled. His arm moved to sink behind you, palm behind the gap between you and Yeonjun, encapsulating your personal bubble completely. 

“I think maybe you just like us, sweetheart,” He said calmly, “and I’m personally taking the whole thing as a compliment.”

The boys laughed, but Soobin could tell you wanted something. It had been hours, and he needed to feed you before they gave you a good fuck. 

Humour was a deflection that Yeonjun could easily counter; so Soobin shot his friend a look over your head as you puffed your cheeks at the menu, nodding at you with a ‘she needs to eat something’ look. He got the hint immediately.

Yeonjun made a long nasal noise with shrugged soldiers. “Welllllll - we just don’t want you to start feeling left out, is all. You could share something of ours? Of mine?” His head dipped beside your own, and you wriggled between their hips at the sudden intrusion. “And if you don’t finish it, they do have take-out boxes.”

“Yeah, okay then. If you insist.” You answered with a giggle.

“I do,” Yeonjun smiled, ears shifting towards you as his cheeks lifted to an eye-half-closed, gentle expression. “But not if you really don’t want something. Don’t want you to feel pressured. Just want to look after our gorgeous girl is all.”

“Ice cream is good?” You giggled, humoured by his expression and noticeably more malleable under his sway than Soobin’s. 

“Cherry Sundae it is then, princess,” Yeonjun purred lowly with a pleased smile. And this close, with his striking eyes, dipped low and ears folded forward, he held an air of gentle authority about him. Your attention drew to his face and his face alone. 

“Proud of you for being able to make a choice, pet.”

That nickname did something to you. Like an elastic band panged inside of your brain. And Yeonjun was patient with your reaction, unmoving while your guard dropped and your smile grew dopey.

His eyebrow quirked. 

“Did you like that, baby?” 

You flushed hot; nodding. 

Yeonjun chuckled. “You can be our pet, if you’d like that, gorgeous.”

You were enamoured by the beauty of him. How close he was. What exactly you wished to do with him. What you wanted him to do with you. 

Your focus drew particularly to his lips. You had never actually realised how plump and perfectly pink they were until now. He was tall, tan and kind, with a smile that pinged cupids arrows straight into any girl's heart that was fucked dumb enough to lean into them. You wanted to move so badly that your nails dug into Soobin's hand on your lap and you missed his small exhale of a cry.

Yeonjun's cheeks twitched into a smile. His canines slipped past his gums. You were just so adorable to him. In the way your nipples poked through your shirt at the mere hint of excitement, and the way your tongue darted to wet your lips; to your breath catching in your lungs on his every word. It wasn’t often that a prey type actually held his attention for this long, or this intensely. But he could see now why Beomgyu had taken such a quick fascination towards you.

The fox was devilishly curious to see just how far he could push you - into sub-space, or even your newly found instincts. 

He wanted to pull you apart just to put you back together again. 

You had asked them to help you. And he intended to do so. But in his own ways.

As your eyes dipped and your heartbeat pattered like a bunny about to be caught, Yeonjun found himself leaning into your space until there was nothing left. 

And it wasn’t like you didn’t want it. You had been aching to be touched ever since Soobin kissed you in the car; cunt wet and pressing against the leather - moving across it in such a way that it would likely smell of you for weeks. 

Sucking on the slick almost straight from the source was a memory that made Yeonjun groan with lust. He grew instantly pleased by the way your shoulders dropped as he pressed into your space and the way your legs shifted endlessly together for some friction.

He could also, like his companion, see that something was holding you back from taking the last leap. So he took a shot in the dark and guessed what it may be, allowing you to come to him, by mitigating any doubts either party had, to the best of his abilities. 

He had hit full score so far, what harm was there in another try?

“Payment is appreciated, little one, but not expected.” He practically purred at you now, a blink away from your face. “For everything, tonight. Or for as long as this lasts.”

Yeonjun lifted the back of his hand to brush his knuckles over your nipples that sat perk and taut against the cotton of your cropped blouse; his long fingers catching on the collar and tugging it down until the fabric flopped back into place and you blinked out of your daze. 

Your eyes and mind had begun to wander as his hand did, thinking of all the things he could do to you with his pretty hands and lips, mind full of muck. 

But a finger under your chin propped you back up. 

Your lips opened to a slight part and your eyes dipped low. “Like Binnie said, in the text from this morning,” Soobin rolled his eyes behind you. The charmer was now also lying as if he had ever read the text. “We only want to spoil you. Nothing more, and especially nothing less. You’re welcome to repay us in whatever way you please. But it’s not a must.”

You couldn’t stop yourself. Filled to the brink with a sudden lust and instinctual urge to just touch him, get near him, taste and lick the space behind his gums and to be enveloped by them to the point of mindless submission.

You had been warned of a predator's pull, but this was the first time you had fallen into the arms of one. Literally. Being purred at by a Fox hybrid as his blunt nail dragged the underside of your chin towards his face.

“Speak up, pretty Fawn. What's on your mind?”

You balanced a hand atop the denim on his thigh to press quivering fingers to his perfect neck, anticipating his lips in a trust fall and leaning over and onto his torso. Yeonjun groaned, delighted. He flopped the menu onto the table with one hand - pinching your nipples between his knuckles and his thumb to tug you closer - and moved up to hold your jaw with the other as you pushed the angle of the kiss down upon him. 

He was ever so gentle in the way he kissed. Licking small laps against your lips and never going any deeper. 

But it only made you moan for more. 

Your hand on his thigh reached to his farthest shoulder and you lifted higher and higher above him - unintentionally set to fling over a leg and sit on top of him, so consumed by desire and buzzing from head to toe - until Soobin had to intervene.

The dog used one large palm to pull you back down by one thigh. 

The chair leather squeaked underneath you as it tugged at your exposed skin; but he had pulled you down to sit on his thigh and knee, with your palm returning to Yeonjun's chest to steady yourself and pull away from the kiss. 

You had broken the kiss with Yeonjun with a broken moan, looking back up behind you with a thankful smile and puffy, bitten lips. 

“Careful - you almost flashed the whole diner, baby,” Soobin grunted, smoothing his thumb over the outside of your leg and loving the complete hold he had on you. You reached to intertwine your smaller hands with Soobin’s over his knuckles in apology. He squeezed your hand gently.

“As much as we all want to, we can’t jump any bones in here - at least, not yet. Not until Kai gets here. It’s too dangerous, love.” 

You nodded sheepishly, melting against the two of them as Yeonjun shuffled impossibly closer and Soobin leaned down to kiss behind your ear. The fuzzy sensation of lust washed over your head and you let out a small cry. 

The hound held you down against his leg as the majority of your body weight rested on Yeonjun's side. It meant you could lean your one ass cheek and thigh on Soobin some more, leaving the goods open to airflow and making the boys groan. 

Soobin sucked a harsh pressure to the pulse behind your jaw, making you bite your lip as he squeezed his palm around your knee, pulling your legs apart on purpose and manhandling you as he so pleased. He pulled away with a bite, skin between his teeth to make you almost cry.

Your cunt was getting increasingly wet, and soon it would be the only smell swimming in their brains and their mouth until it surrounded them and drifted out of the booth; with every door opening at the front and kitchen creating a sudden draft. Hence the need for Kai to be there. Amongst all the other reasons, only three hybrid men in their prime could ever cover that kind of smell. Let alone replace it.

An open kiss caught you by surprise, placed dead centre on the front of your throat. You hadn’t realised your eyes had been pressed closed, but you shut them again, dazzled by the overhanging lamp lights. The hickey laid there was gentle, but hot and filthy as hell. Yeonjun nibbled sharp canine points together against your thin skin with consistent sucking motions until he stole any clarity left in your mind. Palm stroking up and down your sides, until your ears flushed hot and a hickey was left, front dead and centre.

Your body was finally starting to smell of him - not to the extent of a claim, but a bruising lovebite with those sharp teeth over the scent gland on your collarbone was enough - it wasn’t something you were aware of, but a sure sign that no other hybrid could get near you while you remained in their care. Malleable to them and them alone.

You felt calm again. A shiver rippled up your spine.

“Breathe, gorgeous.”

Soobin's voice unfroze you, and a small gasp hissed between your teeth.

Yeonjun pulled back to flick open his lighter and re-light his cigarette. He chewed on his gums in self-restraint. He wanted to gnaw on you like a fucking fishbone, but he had to wait.

As he leaned back against the seat, he noticed your wandering eyes. Soobin's hands and mouth were exploring you fully; tongue spreading over your ear to make you shiver and moan, while his hand moved underneath your skirt. You held his wrist, aching and gyrating for the edge of his palm to touch your core. 

“Jeez, you’re eager for a fuck - the both of you.” 

Yeonjun made a tutting sound, reaching to pull Soobin's half-empty milkshake across the table and hold the straw between his fingers to slurp it up in front of you. 

“Take it easy tigers. People are starting to notice.” He was referring to the hybrid waitress who was giving him shifty eyes every time she walked the floor.

As soon as Soobin felt the fabric of your panties against his fingertips and heard his companion's warning, he immediately snapped too. He pulled away to groan at the visual that met him - but held on to his very last strands of self-preservation. His hand pulled back, smoothing over your knee with a gentle grip on your thigh to ground you, despite your puffs and whining.

“Just wanna feel you, Binnie, Junnie, please.” Your voice grew high and whiney.

“That’s enough, angel,” Soobin growled under his breath in a patient and calm demeanour. “We gotta wait for Kai. I know - we want it too.”

You batted your eyes, twisting in his gaze. Alas you nodded, skin hot, mind lost in his dimples and touch. Accepting an eyebrow kiss with a fluttering eye.

“Babe?” Yeonjun prompted softly. You turned, dazzled, to a straw being placed gently on your mouth. “Here. You haven’t drunk anything yet.” 

It was true; you hadn’t drunk in hours.

Your hands flew out to wrap over Yeonjun's wrist and fingers upon instruction, and he inhaled a large lung of smoke to your swollen lips wrapping around the straw to suck until he told you to stop. There was something so innocent about the way you followed him, that made the boys' cocks throb in their tight jeans. 

Soobin groaned. “Where the fuck is this guy?” 

The Doberman nasally whined and huffed, and ruffled his hair, placing an elbow on the table to hide his open side, pulling his phone out to text Kai and bother him to ‘turn up faster’.

“You reckon he got stuck? Traffic is pretty bad around here, especially after office hours.” Yeonjun thumbed over your finger caught under his thumb, eyes soft. Soobin didn’t verbally respond, instead shrugging with a deep gruff of annoyance, accompanied by puffed-out cheeks. 

“What’s the time?” Yeonjun asked, softer this time, pressing at the distraction. Eyes dipped and drunk in adoration.

“Near enough 8 PM.” Soobin inhaled sharply, pulling back to click his phone shut and slide it back into his inner jacket pocket. “The fucker should have been here twenty minutes ago, at least.”

“Mhmm,” Yeonjun hummed. “That’s enough.” 

Yeonjun held the cup to your mouth until you released it, and set it on the side to flick his phone out of his coat pocket and smudge out the butt of his hardly-smoked cigarette. 

You didn’t get a ‘good girl’ out of it, but you didn’t necessarily need one with the way he slipped his fingers over yours, palm down and in his lap, tapping at his phone with one thumb. The two of you were quickly falling into things, and it was a pleasant feeling.

You had released the straw with a gasp of air, careful not to cough, but flew to grip at the wrist of the hand that slipped high and snug to your cunt between your warm thighs. 

“Soobinnie! Quit torturing me!” You pouted with an outcry, only to be met with a cheeky grin and a sarcastic shake of the hound's head with wide eyes. 

You decided to try and push him.

“Are you sure we can’t do anything here? Right now?” 

You heard Yeonjun scoff. Frown and pout stuck to his handsome features as he flicked over the screen.

“Nope, not until Kai gets here, babe. And no, again. We’re not fucking in the diner. Quit trying your luck.”

“But I want to.” You pouted up at him.

“So do we ~” Soobin shook his head at you playfully. And tugged the hem of your skirt so it thwapped against your skin. 

His palm was still gliding in short circular motions between your thighs. Each rotation of his palm brushed up against your underwear and made you shiver.

“You’re cute but you ain’t that cute.” Soobin teased, dimples appearing as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Plus, I don’t particularly feel like getting in shit tonight.”

Yeonjun snickered at this from behind you both, still distracted by his phone.

You turned to the fox’s boyish grin with a huff. 

A hair lay on his forehead as he tapped his fingers on your knuckles. That piece of hair was irritating you. It was distracting. It tapped at his brow until you couldn't stand it anymore. 

Now that you were feeling a little braver; you could move before you started to overthink things.

As if he were your delicate porcelain-fragile prince, you moved the hair off his brow - caught between your forefingers and flicked back into the right place - moving to kiss Yeonjun’s high cheek in the process. 

His sharp eyes lay on you immediately. And he held a grateful closed-lip smile. His ears had even dipped to the side. But his brows were creased. And he looked at you almost quizzically. You imagined that if he had whiskers, they would be twitching restlessly.

He wasn’t used to being touched so gently. It made his chest press in against itself. And a bolt of nervousness panged inside his heart; an unusual feeling.

“Thank you - Y/N…” He mumbled. The facade of confidence wavering if only for a moment.

You nodded, with a bashful expression. And again, before you could think about it too much; you propped your knee over his, leaning into his touch. Snug to his shoulder. He hadn’t expected you to be so forward and flirtatious, at least not yet. He liked it. It suited him.

Yeonjun clicked his phone shut to look down at you, humoured, but ears still soft. You batted your eyelashes - purposefully, because you could see what the innocence did to him - and invaded his space.

“You should eat,” Yeonjun murmured, brows now relaxed, and his lips tilted at the edges into a playful smile. “Pick something. If you don’t eat it now, we’ll take it back with us.”

You shuffled closer, making a thinking noise and looking around. He heard your heart flutter, but your sweet face and voice remained steady. 

He bumped his forehead with your own. The heavy smell of smoke and cologne made it hard for you to breathe. He trailed his lips to the corner of your mouth; pressing gently. Then drifted back to your cheek. His thumb pressed into your palm, and his gaze bore into you with a burning ember. All the while his ears lay to the side; submissive. The one further from you twitched every so often; anxious of noises and sounds of the people near you, but you weren’t afraid.

Despite his flashy rockstar ego, the guy really was soft and protective.

“I will, since you want me to.” You returned under your breath, lips brushing his. 

You had already decided on a food item; the whole thing was now just a performance. 

Playing with a devil.

Soobin swished two different dessert menus across the table, nudging your leg with his as Yeonjun pulled away and he returned to high alert. He wiped his mouth with a coarse laugh, reaching for a cigarette and the menu. Neither stayed in his hand for very long; desperate to touch you and the bare skin resting atop his legs. His hands smoothed over your knees, and you leaned on his shoulder.

“Thanks, angel.” Yeonjun winked up at the waitress and moved to rest the laminated menu on his lap as he slouched. He shook the stray hair from his eyes to turn and look at you as you prodded him in the side with small needy hands. Your cheek lay on his arm and a playful smile was visible on your face. 

The fox raised a brow. “What is it sugar?”

“Again please.” You mumbled, blinking up with wide and innocent eyes. “I wan’ another kiss.”

It was a simple prompt, yet it made Yeonjun puff a breath from his nose. He was clever and knew what you wanted. Butterflies of excitement erupted in his stomach at the first confident ask you had been able to give. 

“Another kiss?” 

Yeonjun flicked the tip of his ear and his eyes to the dog behind you. He was providing a great distraction. And you didn’t even react when the waitress dropped her pen on the table, or cutlery on the cloths.

“Please, Junnie.” 

That tone - it went straight to his cock. You were getting dopey. Inebriated by their scents.

“Again?” Yeonjun repeated, voice deep as his ears dipped to the sides. His eyes had secured back onto you. And he relaxed, knowing Soobin could handle the waitress. You giggled, tongue between your teeth, and nodded, unwavering as he used his spare hand to tilt your jaw up with his thumb pressed into the underside of your jaw, fingers on your pulse. Your eyes had dipped and you were entranced. The fox, of course, knew what he was doing, and dragged his open lips over yours.

The waitress spoke to Soobin as the two of you flirted obnoxiously loudly. Soobin cringed, visibly, but it was to the group's benefit, so he sucked it up. It wasn’t that he was jealous; no not at all. He was just aware of how shameless the fox could be about his voyeuristic tendencies.

“Two sundaes on Soobin's tab, please and thanks.”

The waitress quirked. And Soobin sighed. Somewhere between the two of you eating each other's air behind him and the waitress visibly reacting to his name and the situation, he felt annoyed. Her small roundish ears pointed at the table, her tail swishing and her nose pinching at the scents.

“Oh - Soobin? Does Chan know you’re here? I can let him know - he’s in-house?” 

Soobin's jaw ticked. It was a silly, but innocent exchange. 

Of course, Bangchan knew they were there. Soobin's car was outside in the valet. The tab was on his name. Yeonjun was accompanying him. He had pre-warned of his arrival and deliberately picked a date when he knew nothing could happen, and the floor was safe. 

If the assassin didn’t know who was in his own building, then Soobin simply wasn’t a hybrid.

“Sure,” Soobin responded, shrugging with as much ease as he could fake. 

“Sure he knows you’re here, or - sure you want me to let him know?” In honesty, Soobin wasn’t listening. But he was in all senses a gentleman with morals. So he tried his best to ignore the hard-on in his jeans to exhale a polite but to-the-point; “He’s aware that we’re visiting. But sure, you can let him know. Wouldn’t hurt to say hi.”

The tooth that snaggled Yeonjun's lip was fiendish.

Yeonjun cut short your intake of air as he applied pressure to the sides of your throat; and pressed his lips to yours, licking up against the roof of your mouth. He swallowed your moans as quickly as he caused them; while his other hand gripped at the knee flung over his lap. He squeezed your throat until your moans grew puttered.

Abruptly; he broke the kiss. Yeonjun tugged on your lip with his canines before he released you; knee, throat and all. He had given you what you had asked. But you weren’t satiated. Weren’t fulfilled. Needy in a way you had never felt before. Head dipped to his shoulder, enveloped in his aura.

The waitress grew amused and shrugged off the possibility of being offended. 

There were rumours. 

Rumours that Soobin wasn’t quite the reserved, tall, Doberman Pinscher that he appeared to be. That he had a freakish and unbiased violent streak. That his fox friend was an edgy nymphomaniac and a silver-tongued narcissist. 

But that wasn’t for her to find out; so she took his menu with a nod and a smile, sure to swish her tail a little higher than usual underneath her apron.

But the boys’ eyes, ears, and heart, were on you, and you alone.

And little did she know; the two of them were about to become devoted to you entirely.

“Having trouble keeping that cute little thong on, love?” Yeonjun mumbled. 

He poked at your gyrating hips, and snickered at your eager nod, before pressing against your awaiting lips. He teased you; pressing then pulling away, biting his tongue with a shit-eating smile just to make you wait. He did it two more times, then moved back to lean on the chair and look at the menu again.

Beomgyu had warned you that this may happen. 

That they were older; in higher social positions; and may swallow you whole. Beomgyu was a baby in comparison. But their attention was infatuating and you couldn’t get enough of it. You had never taken ecstasy, but the experience made you remember every symptom list you had read for the drug.

“Wan’ m’re ~” You mumbled absently, the fox’s yipping laugh echoing in your brain. You pawed at his arm needily. “Again, pl’se ~”

But you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t wait. So hungry for those soft lips and the smoky scent of his cigarettes and cologne to touch you all over again. You pulled both hands to tug at the nape of his neck until his eyes squinted, swivelling to see that desperate expression on your face. Before he could remark, your lips were upon his and your tongue pressed up against his teeth in an uprooting force.

“Mmph - so soft,” Yeonjun grunted, getting lost in the motions before slipping a hand from under the menu to squeeze the inside of your knee. You yelped, almost biting his lip in the process of jolting away. “But you should pay attention when people are talking to you, Kit.”

“Junnie! That hurt!” Jumping with a drunk laugh, you swatted at his hand. “But - no one is talking to me?” You looked at the other canine beside you, then around, confused.

“I was.” Soobin chuckled, tone kind and voice low. “But it doesn’t matter, it wasn’t anything important.”

“Bad doe.” Yeonjun sucked his teeth, peering over the menu for real this time. If only far too late. But his disappointment was quickly mellowed. And he scoffed, shaking his head. Refusing to look at you but resting his palm on your soft warm skin nonetheless. Squeezing, but only enough to hurt for a moment. 

As much as he’d love to mark your skin with his hand, the diner wasn’t exactly the place to do it. That would hopefully come much later.

“You guys are so bad, you know that right?” Soobin chuckled, swirling his drink glass in his hand with a shrugged scoff, one arm tucked under his armpit.

Yeonjun seemed to be the only one that heard him; snickering in response with his tongue in his teeth.

“A little scent-drunk love?” Yeonjun teased when he noticed your glossed-over expression as you stared at his face for quite a long time. He lowered his face close to yours as his tongue caught his canines and he giggled in glee. “Baby wanna be claimed so badly? Baby wanna be touched so bad? Have our teeth all up and down her throat?”

“Wan’ it ~” You moaned wantonly, frowning and confused as to why he wouldn’t submit like Beomgyu usually would to your persistent touch and begging. 

“Yeah right, doll.” Yeonjun snickered. “That little dumb baby brain of yours wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Out of morbid curiosity, he pinched your chin. Immediately; your jaw relaxed and he reached to press a thumb down into your mouth and onto your tongue. You drooled; mouth agape and eyes hooded. 

You numbly and happily held Yeonjun’s wrist as he pulled his thumb out from your mouth - saliva wiped on your lips and your gums and alongside your face - to grip your cheeks. 

“Cause that’s what you are, aren’t you? Our needy, brainless little pet?”

The fox was toying with you

Soobin's arm snaked around your waist with a growl, to pull you back into a solid, warm body. You made a noise of desperation as the dog pulled you backwards, away from the fox and his messings.

“Ngh - no, I - I wan - wan’ it -” 

You looked drunk. Sounded drunk. And you felt it. Unsure what you were begging for.

Still facing the fox; you were perfectly manoeuvrable and open for Soobin to do as he pleased.

“Play nice, Junnie. ” Soobin dipped his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck; scenting you incessantly to soothe your heart-aching whines. “Doll doesn’t know what she wants when you smother her so much.”

Somehow; with Soobin attached to you; your heart eased its incessant thundering in your chest, and within seconds you were able to breathe deeply again. You moaned, with a dazed and confused expression. The tension in your body released via Soobin sucking at the thin skin behind your jaw. 

"Easy, Y/N." Soobin guided, voice low and filling your brain. "Your heart is racing, angel."

A shiver struck down your spine and you held Yeonjun's hand on your knee. Your gaze grew distant and you moved to lean your head back onto the dogs' broad shoulders and completely to the side. It granted Soobin further access and he wasted no time in pressing his nose to your collarbone; skin to warm skin. 

You threaded your fingers through his hair and up to your knuckles; until you met his scalp. And gripped harshly as he squeezed your inner thigh. 

Soobin sucked at your neck, and you gripped at the large calloused hand that squeezed over the entirety of your thigh, moaning into a bit lip. Soobin growled lowly against your skin. Moments away from claiming you. The girl he adored; that he had guided into the hybrid life. 

It had been long enough. You were practically laying yourself bare in front of him, waiting for him to take you.

His large palm found heavy purchase close to your core, and you twitched with weak repetitive sounds. 

Upon a new tone of low growling from his friend, the fox panicked; and realised just how much the hound had lost control.

Soobin's thumb pressed to your clit over your wet underwear as his large palm forced your legs apart. Soobin's other palm silenced your mouth; clit circled as you writhed in a tummy-burning lust.

“Cut it out!” Yeonjun yelled under his breath, and made a sharp yipping sound; one of warning. Permeated by a rolled-up laminated menu that he used to thwap the young dog on the head with. 

It was only a moment of contact, but it folded Soobin’s sharp ear and got the point across.

Soobin pulled away upon Yeonjun’s loud - and what you now knew to be uncontrollable - laughing chorus. Your skin heated and your ears burned from embarrassment, but you were still scent-drunk, by all means.

Never in your human life, would you have laid yourself bare in an evening diner to get fucked. 

“That was fucking close.” Soobin scoffed.

Yeonjun lit his new cigarette with his ridiculously attractive snapping lighter bottle before taking a large inhale and surrounding himself in smoke. 

“It was.” 

His amber eyes glinted under the low lights and the smoke and reminded you once more of the very real senses they both had over you. 

“Feeling needy, big boy? Haven’t seen you react like that in a long time.” Yeonjun mused once he knew his friend had calmed down. He was both assessing his friend and gauging your safety. If he would have to get you out of here before Soobin started on a dogged campaign of getting you to cum in public. But he seemed okay.

Soobin laughed. “Yeah…” He shook his hair back into place, tousling with it to then reach and unfold his tall slanted ear. “Pretty badly, actually. Little one has a decent hold on me already.”

“Good; then that makes for two of us.” Yeonjun simply smiled, squeezing your knee at your bashful eyes. 

But your mind was empty, as you were just admiring them. Watching his ears. Watching his face. His pretty puffy lips move. His gorgeous amber eyes.

“Gorgeous girl likes a thrill though, huh?” The fox mused; purring at you. He was bouncing back quicker and quicker. And it was a delight to see.

You nodded. 

 "Lucky. Kai should be here anytime soon. He’s a perv, just like you. Pretty Kit to play with. I have a feeling you’ll like him."

Yeonjun moved to sit back and slouch in the booth after setting down his rolled-up weapon; his entire leg still pressed up underneath your thigh and his palm heavy on your leg under the table. His presence may have been strong, but his devilish mouth and eyes were a decent length away now due to his abhorrent height.

Someone was approaching.

“Yeah, YN enjoys a thrill. Not without her new bodyguards nearby though, it seems.” A new voice sang, amused and high in pitch.

You quirked up; unable to see beyond Soobin or the high seats. But the dog flared his nose to calmly lean back and look behind him. Your heart beat in your chest in anticipation; but you remained as still as possible - given that the boys weren’t reacting, you felt safe; but the sensitivity was hard to adjust, even in calm settings.

As soon as you saw the huge grin of the large hybrid, you let go of the breath you were holding. 

"Speak of the devil!" Yeonjun yipped in a high and excitable tone, ears folding as he stood to bump shoulders in complete boyish fashion over the round table, pressing you into Soobin with his hips. 

A close friend.

“What’s up -” Kai laughed, bumping shoulders with the fox, grip strong and small ears folded to his hair in submission.“Been a while!” 

The guys did their usual boyish greeting; all the while Soobin watched you, dotingly. 

As Yeonjun moved to sit back down, you stayed incredibly close to the Doberman behind you. The canine didn't move an inch. Instead; he smiled, greeting Kai calmly with deep dimples and a lazy wave. 

Soobin was amused at your nervous twitching to get closer to him and lean against him to not get crushed, and how reserved you acted towards the stranger; with your dopey smile mostly gone and eyes wide and observant. 

Soobin was a guard dog by trade, but the instincts came naturally to him when you were around. Your ears struggled to keep up in such a dazed state; head spinning to hear between the two of them.

“You’re safe, Y/N,” Soobin mumbled, brushing some hair behind your ear, before placing a kiss on your shoulder that sent a shiver striking down your spine. "He's lower than us. Couldn’t hurt you if he tried." 

You nodded, absently. Something about him told you innately that he was a small predator. He likely couldn't harm you or affect you in the way the boys could; but he had a distinct new smell, one that you had never picked up on before. 

“Sorry, I was busy elsewhere -” Kai started, before seeing you. “Hi ~ You must be Y/N?” He smiled. You waved back with a nod and smile.

“Yeah, you don’t say!” Yeonjun smiled with his eyes. The annoyance completely dissipated, now the guy was in front of him. 

“We were wondering what was taking so long,” Soobin confirmed.

Kai sat down; towards the edge of the seat on the other side, roughly between you and Soobin.

“Oh, you know - work, and stuff.”

“It’s a Saturday evening, Kai.” Soobin shot back, tone blank and unimpressed.

“Well, yeah - but not that kind of work, you know? Like - yeah. Shit man, don’t make me say it!”

“Holy shit, you’ve been hustling all day?” Yeonjun yipped.

It was funny. Huening Kai was there for exactly one thing, and every single one of you knew it. But there was no bad blood. No awkward tension amongst the guys beyond your anxious buzz of energy. 

Yeonjun chittered away, ears folding in comical swings as he updated Kai with some gossip from the other missing friend, Taehyun. It had been a while since the guys had been together and had some fun like this.

You took a moment to observe the guy one degree of separation away from you.

You had only ever met briefly; between band events, taxiing for Beomgyu and after-hour office parties with sister companies. You knew of Heuning Kai. And you knew the guys were close. But beyond that, you remained indifferent and cautious.

Kai’s hair was a soft cool brown, with distinct small blond-edged triangle ears that told you that he was a Pine Marten Hybrid. Curiously; he had a few stray eyebrows. These were whiskers, hidden very well. His irises were dark brown and reached almost the full shape of his eye; only slightly lighter than his pupil. His tail was soft; brown and reached his ankles. And his face occasionally twitched; constantly moving, smiling, taking in his surroundings, and likely fast on his feet. 

He was a pretty guy. But - not someone you were instinctively threatened by, nor attracted to. But there was still something about him that made you feel cautious. Something that wouldn't let you rest.

You were cut off from your staring by a big dog’s head dropping firmly onto your shoulder. 

“Breathe, angel.” Soobin prompted. “You’ve frozen again.”

You inhaled sharply; the exhale played off as a long sigh with a smile at Kai’s sensitive ears and questioning face. The whisper from your shoulder missed amongst the chatter with the Fox. 

Though no matter the scenario, a black-tipped orange ear was pointed towards you, always.

By now, with this much heavy petting, Soobin’s scent stuck to your skin wherever he touched; like rubbing up against pure, thick incense oil. It was the same with Yeonjun; his thumb that stroked your inner knee made you tingle; toe to hip. And if you closed your eyes you could tell which spots hadn’t been touched yet.

You made a delicate noise; one that you had never made before, nor knew logically how to recreate. One of a quiet vulnerability; a soft vocalisation from the back of your throat; an air-light moan. It made the boys look to you instantly; all ears to a point. 

You froze. Eyes wide and majorly embarrassed. Crushed in the silence of their gaze.

Out of the corner of your eye; Yeonjun shifted. This was the most alert you had seen him yet. A smirk slowly made its way onto his face before his tongue touched the corner of his mouth and he dropped his head in a laugh. 

“Fuck.” 

“I -” You shook your head and cleared your throat. “- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I don’t know how I did that… Oh…”

Your voice trailed, and you shrunk back into the seat. Eyes down in embarrassment. Skin hot.

It was quite clear you wanted to move on. And the boys were sympathetic to that. But that noise had done something to them. All three hybrids could smell how desperate you were becoming via the pheromones in the air. Your quivering thighs and tacky palms at each touch-point made it so clear what was affecting you to the point of moaning into the air so softly.

To the point of crying out like a foal.

“Want to do it again?” Soobin mumbled; close to your ear.

All he needed was your nod, and the two of them pressed into your skin.

Soobin lay hot and heavy kisses to your ear as his palm slid to your upper thigh; thumb in the crease of your hip and grip gentle. Yeonjun sucked at your collarbone; stroking up and down the inside of your other thigh in a lazy and solid pattern. You whimpered; another wanton moan, quiet and soft.

Soobin's tongue spread over your ear; just as Yeonjun pinched your chin; soft moan eaten by his kiss; lips pressed to your own in a whisper of touch until his smirk pressed to your cheek. 

The dog adjusted his torso so his back was to the floor; gratification evident on his face.

Soobin moved to sit back into a more relaxed pose; slouched, with his elbow to your stomach, so as not to be obvious of what was happening. This way; you could also hold his arm as you fell apart. Testing out the new position, he dragged his thumb over your labia; catching your thong with his fingers, and smoothed over your skin until the fabric slipped up on top of his hand.

Your cunt was soaking wet with slick, and Soobin growled with a gritted jaw.

“Again.” You sighed into Yeonjun’s lips. Hands on his shoulders. Fingers dancing up and into his hair.

“Again?” Yeonjun hummed. Orange hair filled your vision. His smile was wide and tone teasing. “Two’s enough, don’t you think?”

“Again, please…” 

That noise - it happened again; right as Soobin nudged your clit with the flat of his palm, circling his middle finger inside your folds. 

“Of course, love,” Yeonjun mumbled between pressed lips; pausing for a second before slipping his tongue between your open lips; setting a filthy pace to open-mouthed kissing as Soobin's middle finger pressed into you. You moaned into the embrace when Soobin's wrist flicked and he pumped into your tight wet cunt in a delicate pattern. Every time he pumped you felt the pressured swipe of his palm on your clit and your entire torso seized in anticipation.

“I - I want it, please Junnie - please, it feels so good, ngh -” 

Yeonjun groaned at your tiny whispers; your lips were pressed to his and the thick scent of your arousal was making him throb with precum into his boxers. His Adam apple bobbed as your small hand - the one not gripping Soobin's forearm that slipped under your skirt - pressed at his crotch weakly. But the action of it; so innocent and wanting to please, made his ears dip and his eyes contract.

“Feels good gorgeous.” He grumbled, pushing to kiss you hard enough to steal the breath from you. He pulled away with a sharp point to the soft of your lips; they were swollen from his biting. “You gonna come apart for us doll? Gonna let Soobin finger you till you see stars in the middle of this fucking diner, for the whole world to see?” His voice was low and hoarse and echoed around your head as the coil in your gut pulled tighter and tighter.

“Ngh - y-yeah -” You nodded, giving up the pressing at his thick, clothed cock to fold into Yeonjun’s shoulders, face in his neck. Soobin pressed at your back with his chest, nuzzling your shoulder. They were so close to you that there was no room to think, no space for anything but them. 

Soobin bit at your outer ear, nose nuzzling against your hair right as his middle finger curled up inside of you to hit that sweet spot. Rubbing it in the place that made you squirm. 

“Little Doe’s cunt is so tight - I can feel you’re close, baby,” Soobin grumbled lowly, voice projected into your brain. You gasped a moan, lifting to kiss Yeonjun until you pulled away with pressed-shut eyes; Soobin's finger pumping inside you on a deadly rotation.

Yeonjun sucked a hickey right against the pulse on the edge of your jaw. You shivered from head to toe, surrounded in warmth and smells and ears and tails brushing over and encompassing you; warm fuzz spreading throughout your veins and sweeping over your scalp. You must have moaned pretty loudly you realised, as Yeonjun gripped your cheeks in a hurry to kiss you sloppily. When he moved away, he pressed his thumb over your lips to wipe away the drool, laughing gently at you in disbelief. 

“Hush, pretty pet. You’ll have the whole diner rushing over soon otherwise,” He let you go, ears on a tight swivel as your head dropped to his neck and your hand curled up into Soobin's bicep. Mind like jelly, as only a hybrid-sensitive ear could pick up the squelching of Soobin retracting his fingers only to dive down to his two knuckles at a varying pace.

“Ngh - Feels good -”

The boys shared a look. You were close, and you smelt like a fucking cherry ice cream with your wetness dripping off Soobin's knuckles and onto the leather. Even Kai had started twitching in his seat, eyes darting all over you during the slow and sloppy consumption of his ice cream.

“Gyu’s gonna kill you when he finds out about this, you realise?” Kai humoured out loud, shaking his head.

The fox gave him a pointed look, ears folding and lip curled as he sheltered your face. Soobin growled gently, kicking his friend from beneath the table. The dog snarled.

“Shut up, weasel. You’re just jealous you can’t get a piece.”

“Yeah, you’re right actually. She smells so fucking good you’ve got me sat over here wondering when I can get a chance. Or why I even signed up for this in the first place.”

Soobin scoffed. “Cause you’re a sucker for watching and being watched. Shut up and watch the waitresses, nerd. It’s up to Y/N whenever you ‘get some’.”

“Yeah, right.” Kai huffed, defeated but still watching with intent.

“Try not to cry out for us while you cum, hmm angel?” Yeonjun mumbled, softer than his friend, and completely instructional. 

Focused entirely on you; Yeonjun pinched your cheeks to bring you up to his eye level and gain back some attention. Squeezing for a response.

You could only utter a small puff of a nod, brows pulled together and putty in their hands. 

Your cunt was starting to contract and tighten around Soobin’s fingers. 

Yeonjun purred at your face burrowing into his collar, small desperate sighs sounding against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy and hands reaching for him. He moved his hand to massage your thigh on his side and flicked up the skirt to see past the fabric Soobin was fondling you under.

Yeonjun returned to his half-burned-out cigarette in the ashtray on the table, huffing a drag and coughing with wide eyes, blowing the smoke above the booth.

“Holy shit, sweetheart. That’s one pretty cunt you’ve got there.” 

Kai erupted into laughter as Yeonjun's shoulders jostled, laughing without mockery. He shushed you as Soobin added a third finger, squelching knuckle deep until you felt the cool metal of his ring on his forefinger press against your entrance. Knuckles between your teeth to not cry out.

“O-oh fuck, shit, fuck fuck -” 

Your knees bucked up and hit the table. 

Yeonjun quickly gripped your thigh that fell off the seat as Kai whistled; holding your thigh on him. The wolf whistle was a crude sign that a waitress was coming - distracted by his charm and ease of flirting to get her to look purely only into his eyes. 

“Easy, sweetheart. Quiet. We’ve got guests.” Yeonjun mumbled, lifting your face to lazy lick up against the roof of your mouth. He swallowed your noises and kissed you like some filthy fuck as you orgasmed in their hold. Soobin kept his fingers moving as the human waitress breached the table, his other hand going to swig the last drops of his drink.

To anyone watching, it simply looked like a bunch of adult kids and the usual two-person couple making out in the same booth. Little did they know, Soobin was brushing up against your g-spot as you whimpered, gripping his wrist and writhing, choking on Yeonjun's tongue.

He held your jaw steady and lazily kissed you, drool stringing between the two of you. 

“Mmph - June - Junnie -” You puttered, trying to speak, but stopped by his teeth pressing against yours, grip tightening on his shoulders. You released a pliant moan. Your guts twisted and the coil in your gut was tightening again, tense in your lower back and shaking. It was so soft the waitress wouldn’t have heard

The human waitress excused herself. You didn’t blame her. Yeonjun's hand had slipped up your thigh and he had pressed the pads of his fingers into your clit, underneath Soobin's large palm. You released from his lips with pants and pressed your face into his shoulder.

“‘m gonna - ‘m gon’ - ‘m - mmmmph -”

Your eyes pressed shut and you bit your lips to stop from crying out loud; grinding against their hands to cum once again. This one was a decently long ride. And Soobin angled up to make your feet tingle.

“Cumming again, gorgeous?” Yeonjun grumbled. Low and into your ear. He knew the answer. Just wanted to hear you say it. Wanted to hear you cry.

“Yeah ~” You nodded, squeezing and gripping his shoulder. “Mhmmm ~”

“You look so pretty in that skirt baby. You like Soobin's long fingers fucking you till you cum?” You nodded, desperate. “You take them so well angel. Think you can fit one more again?” 

You nodded and felt fucking insane at the proud smile on the fox’s face.

“Pretty baby’s gonna fall apart.” He groaned into your ear. 

Your nod was instantaneous; head fuzzy like an out-of-tune TV as Yeonjun moved from your clit to press his hand over Soobin's, guiding in a third finger. You were shaking, and rode along the last high to the next; reaching to pull him for a teeth-clashing kiss. 

The after-effects of cumming like that; surrounded by them, smothered in their scents and security, weighted by them; was a new high you could get used to. You almost couldn't breathe you were so hot. The ceiling spun and your brain was mellow like you had just been dunked underwater.

But they moved away from your hot body purposefully.

Yeonjun even blew cold air onto your face as you leaned on him. Soobin moved his chest from your body. And the boys patiently waited for you to return to the room. Slow movements to let you process; pulling away slowly, deliberately, and selflessly.

Slowly, you eased your legs, and Yeonjun retracted his hand - sucking on it directly over his tongue with a wink at your shy eyes looking up at him from his shoulder - holding your feet from hitting the floor.

Soobin followed suit by retracting his hand. But this time; the dog guided your face up and behind by the curve of your jaw. Without comment, he slipped his fingers into your mouth. They were thick and heavy on your tongue. You tasted admittedly good, but didn’t swallow; just held it there.

"Good pet." Soobin's growl echoed around your brain. 

It was sweet like liquor and thick like it too; cherry syrup strong enough to blow your rocks off if you weren’t expecting it.

Soobin pulled his fingers out - only to kiss you; tongue lapping up against yours and groaning. He sucked your tongue softly, but ultimately let you go after he gathered all the slick from your mouth. 

You turned to hide your face again in Yeonjun's jacket as Soobin pulled away. Shaking, quivering. 

“Fuck -” Soobin wiped his mouth, looking to the other boys, “- she tastes unreal.”

“Hate to say it, and it’s not a bad thing -” Kai murmured, low and cautious. “- but she also smells so fucking good I don’t think we’ll be able to stay here much longer.”

You weren’t listening; instead busy leaning into the fox and his warm body. Face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling his skin. He was so warm and soft, you couldn't help but bury your nose into him. Citrus tones filled your brain and lungs. 

"I'd have to agree - “ Yeonjun huffed, looking to the dog for his agreement, “I'm struggling to breathe clean air anymore." 

The dog nodded, confirming his friends' experience. If the one with smell issues was struggling; it was only a matter of time before it became unsafe.

“Time to go gorgeous.” Yeonjun kissed the crown of your head, smoothing it with a heavy palm. Mumbling to you. You shuddered. 

"Alright then - come on, guys. We don’t wanna get her too worked up in the diner, huh?" Soobin grumbled sarcastically in a rush, tail swiping against the leather diner seat in his excitement. 

Soobin reached to hum in your ear a low tease; “Let the scent-drunk babe clear her head before a good fuck, hmm? How’s that sound doll? I’ll pull the car up right outside.”

Your skin flushed hot. But you nodded, coyly. Accepting the nudge of his ears to your cheek as he kissed your shoulder blade. But you were stuck to the fox, like glue. 

Yeonjun snickered, rubbing at his neck with a sheepish smile. 

“Yeah, right. Forgot where we were for a second.” 

“See you guys later!” Kai squeaked, suddenly up and out of the diner before any of you could respond.

Soobin held a disgusted expression, scowling at his back as he darted out of the diner, paper bills slapped sloppily onto the bar’s top. His ears had peeled back until they almost disappeared in his jet-black hair; his nose scrunched in such sudden fury that you had to shake your head to adjust. 

“He’s going straight to his car to jack off,” Yeonjun explained when you looked at him, with a puzzled expression at Soobin's anger. 

The fox shrugged with an easy roll of his eyes. You, Yeonjun and Kai were morally on the same level of voyeurism, so he wasn’t exactly about to be a hypocrite. 

“I’m not against it.” 

You shrugged also. Unsure if it was necessarily okay, but unsurprised and pretty unbothered. If anything, your ego was boosted by it. 

Soobin held his own ideals, however.

“Well, I am,” Soobin growled, ears tucked back and so obviously ticked off. “Dirty fuck. Never met a guy more disrespectful."

Soobin was furious. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hot, but… now wasn’t exactly the time. The anger caused you to pull inwards. The sudden movement made your adrenaline spike before you could process it.

"Hey, come on now - you know that's a lie - hey!"

Yeonjun tried to call after his angry Doberman, but he was already up and gone.

Soobin grunted a blunt “See you outside.” and left a rush of air to come towards your newly exposed side. You shivered, rubbing your cool arm as you watched him leave, no bills placed on the side. When you spun around with a panicked expression, Yeonjun awaited you.

"Aaaand he's gone. Welp."

Yeonjun watched you; tentatively. You were so sensitive to mood changes, that he would have guessed you were a born hybrid, were it not for the missing appendages. The whoosh of air seemed to perk you up quite a bit. 

“Yeah - and - but - he didn’t pay Jun? What happened, he - shall we go to the car?” 

Yeonjun smiled at you. Irises slimmer than ever before. And reached to tuck hair behind your head. He hummed gently, eyes small and tracking your face as you rambled.

“I don’t - we should go - Junnie? We should - We should - I'm worried, that's not like him at all - umm - shall we call him, I - I'm not sure where he'd go -” 

So close after an orgasm your words were slurred as your tongue sat heavy in your mouth.

“He's okay.” Yeonjun smiled and simply waited. Your frown grew more desperate.

“He seems really mad Jun -”

“Breathe, gorgeous. He’s right outside.”

Eventually, you heaved a breath. Frowning in disbelief as the heat in your body flushed out. 

Your chin dipped as you gulped an intake of air. Embarrassed. 

You were scent drunk. The come-down was sharp and sudden. 

"Now that's the face I expect to see on a doll that's fully claimed already.” 

Yeonjun’s voice was kind. Low, gentle. 

“He’s got you good, hasn’t he?" 

“You both have, Junnie…” You admitted. “I don’t know what’s happening…”

Yeonjun laughed gently from his chest. Eyes crescented as you looked up; expecting a judging face, but you came face to face with love and affection. Your eyes quickly pooled with tears and an overwhelming sense of anxiety pumped through your gut.

Yeonjun leaned to wipe your tears. 

“Hey, you’re okay. Shh, shh.” He mumbled. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? New feeling?”

You nodded, and as much as you tried to repress it, your face had scrunched painfully and a glob of water slipped from your eye. Yeonjun wiped it away with his thumb, pouting.

Having a person a Hybrid you trusted nearby that was considered more dangerous than you or an unknown social threat; meant that you didn’t have to pay attention to your surroundings like you usually would when you were alone. Having them pull away suddenly meant that your acclimation time to becoming in charge of your extreme senses again was thrown from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. This is why gradual separations are taught from a young age.

You knew all this. Had spoken through it with Soobin many times. The nurses, the specialists, your friends. But it still didn’t make dealing with it any easier.

“Soob left pretty quick. And in a shit mood. Looks like it’s given you quite the shock, hmm?”

You nodded and tried your best to calm your erratic breathing. But before you could stop yourself; your arms reached around Yeonjun’s neck to pull him into an embrace. 

“Hey, hey - you’re alright.” The fox yowled quietly, and his ears folded. 

His heart ached for you. If natural prey-type hybrids struggled to deal with separation anxiety; he had quite literally no idea how you were trying to keep it together so hard.

“Did that new emotion scare you, angel?” He questioned. 

You nodded and Yeonjun accepted this, choosing not to question it with his face in your hair and one arm secure around you, the other holding your legs. He chittered; holding you tight the best he could at this angle. He understood that you just needed your whole face in his clothes and neck in order to feel his safety, right now, so didn’t mind you burying into his jacket.

"You're okay Y/N, he’s just outside, I promise," Yeonjun mumbled, so gently that you held him tighter. "Precious little fawn, hmm? You’ve always been so jumpy… even before the accident… now look at you…"

He didn’t speak for a while. Scared he would say something wrong. Instead, he just held you and rubbed your back as you processed the withdrawal. This is what was missing with Beomgyu, you realised, instantly. The cat was indifferent, and these boys were observant. They were able to care for you. They reacted differently to your fears. 

You released his neck, and he pulled away to see your face.

"What is it, sweet Doe?" Yeonjun hummed, a finger pad swiping over your cheek. "What is it exactly that's got you so upset?"

"I'm worried Junnie…" You said with glossy eyes. Words like lead in your mouth. Difficult to form and project. "I hope he wasn't upset with me - or you, or Kai. He left so quickly, I - and it hurt - I don’t know…" 

Yeonjun wiped your cheek with a sympathetic smile. He knew what you meant. Pulling such a strong presence away so quickly caused you to panic, and tilt off the scale. A matter of mind versus instincts.

“It’s not about you, gorgeous. And I don’t think Kai actually upset him. Just - a thing of pride, that’s all. Let’s just give him a few minutes. He’s probably as affected as the both of us; if not more than. We could all use a little pause, right now. Hmm? Get our heads back?" 

You nodded, looking down at the hand on your knee. Your smaller fingers reached to anxiously work between his knuckles. Yeonjun smiled, chittering with folded ears. He kissed your cheek; sweet, cherub, soft.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to; you know?"

You looked up. Surprised. 

Was he paying attention to Soobin's’ cues? Did he know?

"Because that's what it is, isn't it?" 

You searched his face. But gave no response. 

"You find it hard to speak when you're upset, right?" 

You nodded.

"I take it it’s nerves?"

Nod.

"And it's not because I scare you?" Yeonjun pouted.

You shook your head.

"Okay." He whispered. "I'll stick to yes or no questions for now. Sound okay?" 

You nodded. Butterflies hammering in your heart.

He was happy that you felt safe enough to be non-verbal around him; so much progress in such a short amount of time. It only seemed to happen when incredibly anxious, so he made a mental note to pay attention to that.

“You’re safe, little fawn.” He mumbled, placing one last kiss on your cheek. “I know; you’ll probably feel super stressed for a few minutes. But you’re okay. I’m here. And Soobin's just outside. Try to relax; it’s just a new feeling, not necessarily a bad one.”

You couldn't help but whimper as you held him again. Reaching to desperately hold his neck.

You weren’t sure what to say. Despite it being such a short amount of time you did trust him. With your body and heart. And he truly was grounding you. By remaining calm; watching you, relaxing his shoulders and ears. 

You held him until your chest loosened and you were stable enough that he could stop nuzzling you.

Once confident you wouldn’t cry upon him moving away; he shuffled to slouch back against the booth; one arm stretched up and behind your shoulders - he waited for you to settle into the space between his chest and armpit, elbow folded down as he held you close - and fiddled open his cigarette tin while the other reached over your chest to pull one out.

"You're doing good, pretty Doe. ‘m ‘mpressed." He mumbled; lighting the cigarette over your head again.

You were shaking, and stiff. Like your namesake would usually do when terrified. But he was impressed, given you had just cummed, and then had your support ripped from your side so quickly.

For a moment; given the position; you had no vision of the diner. Until Yeonjun tucked the packet into his jacket and you noticed a man walking towards you. Yeonjun seemed distracted; and checked his phone overview with a flick before it was tucked away to raise an eyebrow at your prodding.

“Hmm? What is it doll?” Yeonjun followed you pointing underneath the table to the guy shuffling across the floor. He was greeting people. Like he owned the place.

“Huh. You know who that is?” The fox questioned with a tilt of his head. You shook your head.

“Well,” Yeonjun started, before re-lighting the cigarette between his lips. His gruff, tobacco voice pressed to your cheek as he whispered dark secrets into your pretty little head. You wheezed slightly at the smell of menthol, turning with wide doe eyes to see him.

“His name is Bangchan. Or Chan for short. He's 25. He runs the local crime show. Fatherly-Wolf type. Has his own…” Yeonjun pulled a drag with a quirked head in thought on how to word it; “specialities. He also owns the diner. And so on.”

Crime show? A funny joke. Or, maybe a slip up… Right?

Said man began to walk past the table; clearly on some sort of serious business, given the scowl on his face. A tall white-haired male followed close behind. Around Soobin's height. He was stunning and feminine. Whereas ‘Chan’ was stunning in a more masculine way.

“Ah - Chan!” Yeonjun called as he walked past - a little harshly were it not for the pressure to stay on his chest, as he anticipated your reaction - catching his ear. The two of them stopped in their tracks. But the blonde male wandered away after a nod of Wolf-mans head. 

His face quickly lit up with a smile.

“Hey - what’s up Wilde! Ah - a guest - you must be Y/N?” 

Chan was cute. Not your type; but sweet, obvious built-in muscles, and mid-height with seemingly natural dark brown hair. He had an Australian twang to his accent, and it was refreshing to hear amongst the rest. Made him stand out.

Yeonjun didn’t rise like you thought he would to greet his friend. Like he always had. It seemed remaining calm for you was the most important thing in the room for him right now. And that made you feel… some kind of way.

Lucky for the two of you; Bangchan was pretty understanding. And bowed his head with a charming smile before sliding into the booth to sit opposite; in place of an awkward handshake.

“Glad you caught me Wilde - Hyunjin had just pulled me to head out, but I was meaning to talk to you.” He peered over you quickly before smiling. “Hope you don’t mind me interrupting?”

Yeonjun smiled as he squeezed your shoulder, kissing your temple. 

“We don’t mind. Sorry; Y/N’s a little star-struck so you won’t be getting a lot out of her right now. The diner is loud and frightening at this time of night. Maybe another time.”

Yeonjun was smiling. But it was tight-lipped and accompanied by a cut-short tone that left no room for questioning. It was clearly; a statement. Bangchan simply shrugged. Smile still kind. 

“Fine with me. Sorry about the noise. Nice to finally meet you though; heard only good things.”

You bowed your head with wide eyes and quivering lips. A little confused; as you had never heard of him before, but you just shrugged it off. It's a small world; you were bound to have some weird high school connection somewhere. 

If Yeonjun considered him safe; then you did too. 

You needed a moment to recover, anyway.

You briefly peered between the two, before you settled with picking at the frays on the thigh of the fox's ripped jeans. Yeonjun smudged out his barely lit cigarette out of respect, and you noted his sharp eyes. The softness in his face had gone since Chan appeared. Not completely; but you were observant enough to notice.

“You said you wanted to talk?” Yeonjun smiled.

You could already see why he was considered a smooth talker. His demeanour right now was completely fake; and had changed so quickly you had almost missed it. But you would never know if you hadn’t spent so much genuine time with him. He seemed cooler. More cheeky, but reserved. As if he was holding back. And he was. He would curse out Soobin later for taking the heat for the three of you without backup.

Chan bobbed his chin and thinned his lip in a thinking expression before making an ‘Ah, yes’ face. Then he pointed to Soobin's' empty yet still indented seat.

“Ah - You’re missing a Pinscher, right?”

“Yup,” Yeonjun laughed, tongue in his cheek. “Soobin’s outside. Pulling valet for us. He won’t leave until we go.”

“Oh - neat! I’ll say hi before I leave, then. Need to give him something anyway. New listing."

“Cool.” 

Yeonjun's ear ticked. 

You were almost certain Chan didn’t catch it, but you did. Yeonjun was a nervous guy, even if he acted cool. You rested against his chest; and closed your eyes. Relaxing completely. It calmed him.

“Oh, yeah, also, Charlo called me on direct from the bar.”

Yeonjun threw his head back in a snorting laugh. “Charlo?! That is not a name! You made that up!” 

“Hey - Don’t be rude! It’s short for Charlotte. And it’s a perfectly nice nickname!”

The two of them were being rather loud.

“Alright.” Yeonjun snickered sarcastically. “So - this Charlo - she called you? I should care, why? Never heard that name before.”

Yeonjun was having one of his moments. 

You had noticed the Cheetah’s head whip around as soon as it was said from across the floor, but she was smart enough to keep her head down to buss the table. You prodded Yeonjun, pointing and nodding in her direction.

“Ah,” Yeonjun mumbled. “Charlo… the Cheetah… Fuck."

The waitress. Of course, it would be the waitress. The hybrid waitress. The hybrid waitress called Charlo the Cheetah, that would report on his ass.

“What have I told you about getting handsy in my diner, Yeonjun?”

Yeonjun snorted, laughing with his belly as his head rolled back on the seat. Chan was entirely serious and you flushed cold like an ice bucket had been dunked over you.

"Aish -" He pressed air from between his teeth in humerus. "Relax old man -"

"It's disgusting."

"So's another man's jealousy."

"Ah no-" Bangchan looked distressed, disgusted even, and shook his head. "Far from jealous. At least tell me you washed your hands first?"

A pause… and then… silence. 

You were positively embarrassed.

"You're disgusting."

"And you're a saint?" Yeonjun purred, shit-eating fox grin pearly white and cockily on display. Ears back in a playful display, tail happily curled.

The fox was enjoying this. 

"Seriously June. People eat here." The older guy started; voice low and fatigued. But he seemed somewhat amused, and you guessed it took a special kind of figure to correct Yeonjun and get through to that crafty head of his.

No one in the immediate area even batted an eye at your table being extremely loud. Which was curious. Odd, even. It made you pause, and strain your ears. But nothing was out of sorts.

"So you're telling me that I can kill a man on this table, but I can't make my girl cum after a good meal?"

KILL A MAN. 

Bangchan's eyebrow raised and you froze solid in your seat. He seemed fed up. You didn't blame him; Junnie was exhausting.

You flew to see Yeonjun's expression, your heart pounding. He was cool and calm. At the terror on your face, he softened. Cracking his mask for a split second to soothe you. But he couldn’t comfort you here, in front of Bangchan. His irises softening would have to be enough.

Your head was spinning.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying, funny enough. Don't let me catch you doing it again, Wilde."

"Or what, Daddy?" Yeonjun taunted, canines flashing as he bit the tip of his tongue with a grin.

Chan gave the younger man a sharp expression.  "You know what. I gotta go - stay out of trouble kids."

“One thing you should know about Soobin -” Yeonjun grunted, as he reached inside his jacket to pull out his wallet and start ass-shuffling out of the booth, gently patting your behind along and above the seat to make room for him to get up.

“Is that he tends to get a little protective when he likes something.” Yeonjun shrugged, standing upright. 

He flicked open his wallet to pop yet another cigarette into his mouth, but it remained unlit. 

“Sometimes you just gotta remind him you aren’t about to run away. Like his favourite treat being taken to some forbidden locked up cage somewhere. He’s… scared of that happening. But something tells me you’ll calm him down.”

You took the fox's outreached hand, sticking like gum to his side as you linked into his elbow. Yeonjun swiped backwards the hairs hanging in front of your eyes and placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“He is a dog after all. Don’t take it to heart love. He just felt Kai was disrespectful."

He smoothed the back of your skirt like a gentleman as you exited the booth - before he squeezed your ass with a wink and a whistle. 

Yeonjun walked with you to the bar, placing some money and what looked like a hefty tip on the side, before proceeding to walk you both out to a slightly less irritated Soobin than the one who had run out of the diner. 

Chan was a few strides ahead, clearly walking away from an exchange. 

Soobin was smoking. Sat on the hood of his car. You could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk, because he only smoked when he was bothered by something. 

“D’you think he’ll mind if I catch a ride?” Yeonjun mumbled, whispered into your hair with humour as he squeezed your side into him. “Gotta take this pretty girl back to the dig.” You giggled, appreciative that he was taking the time to calm your nerves. 

The sun was hanging low in the summer sky. Having checked the diner clock before leaving it was currently 9:05 in the evening. Soobin had driven up from the underground parking until he was right outside. It was cooler now than when you had chosen the mini skirt. You shuffled closer to him for warmth.

You shrugged. “I can ask?” 

You were too cute. Yeonjun shook his head, pinching his eyes at you with an accompanying smile. “Just playing doll. We live together, remember?”

Yeonjun's hands lay heavy on your waist as he walked you up to the car. He could feel the excitement in your nerves like a small electric shock.

As you both approached, Yeonjun lifted his chin to his friend. 

“You good?”

To which Soobin nodded back. 

He was a little moody. Slouching, arms crossed, sitting on the hood of his car, puffing with a scowl. But he was considerate enough to exhale the large heave of smoke, far above your head.

“Fine.” The dog grumbled, clearly irritated by the tone in his voice.

“You sure about that?” Yeonjun sang in an amused manner.

Soobin lifted his lip to reveal his gums with a belly-deep growl. The message was to ‘leave it alone’. 

“Fine man, if you say so.” Yeonjun chuckled to himself under his breath, the two of you now profile to profile with Soobin and the car.

When Yeonjun had stopped walking - retracting his palms to his pockets, appearing bored and unbothered to not provoke his friend - you kept going. 

Your heels shuffled forward until both knees drew up between the legs of the casually sat Doberman. 

He straightened upon your approach. Peering down at you. You reached for his shoulders and placed a kiss on his cheek. Which Soobin graciously dipped to accept. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” He mumbled, softer than before, when his attention was directed towards Yeonjun. 

“Hi.” You offered back, happily.

Soobin was looking at you with such enamoured eyes. Ones reserved for love. Gentleness. 

“I’m not going to run away from you, you know?” You offered again, quietly. Still a smile on the way you spoke. Soft. “I offered to try this out with you, and I’m still here, and I’ll be here for as long as I can be.”

Yeonjun's ears quirked as he leaned against the door of the car beside both of you. Touched that you had listened. It moved something in his chest. His stomach. It ached, in a good way. 

Maybe the advice he had given to someone else, was the one he needed to hear the most.

Soobin’s brows fluttered as he processed what you meant. He watched your face for signs of distrust. Before he released the tension in his body and acceptance flooded over his face. He uncurled the hand from under his armpit to rest on your lower back.

“I know. Thank you.” 

You exchanged a nod. And fell into him. Into a real, loving embrace. The air was chilly, and you were thankful for his body heat.

“Still anxious?” Soobin mumbled against your cheek. “I’m surprised. You seem to have attached pretty quickly to Jun.”

You blinked. “You - you can tell?” 

“That you’re still anxious?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course.” Soobin ran his nose over your cheek with a rumbling chuckle. “Your heart hasn’t stopped thundering since we got out of the car. And your scent is - well the only way I can describe it right now is sour. It’s not like that when you’re… not upset.” 

“I smell like something sour? When I’m anxious?”

“You smell like a sour cherry, to be exact.” Yeonjun pointed out. Newly puffed tobacco smoke hanging around his frame. “And not the candied kind.”

"It's a weaker smell," Soobin confirmed. "But it's sharper. More nose-catching than when you're happy."

You hummed in thought.

“Well, what is it when I’m happy?”

“Hmm, cream and cherry pie?” Soobin questioned his friend with a smile in his tone. Yeonjun nodded and heaved a smokey inhale.

“Angry?”

“That one’s tough.” Soobin looked around in thought. "Hot. Like a hot, bitter winter wine. Burns the nose, unlike sour."

You laughed.

"Okay. What about horny?"

"Cherry Sundae," Yeonjun answered quickly for that one. You raised your eyebrows and he shrugged. "It's so sweet and heavy that the entire diner smelt like you on the way out. Probably will do ‘til opening time tomorrow morning."

"But then - there were other hybrids in there - why didn't they say anything?"

Yeonjun looked at Soobin. And Soobin grumbled low, pointed words into your ear.

"Because you're with us. And they wouldn't dare."

"And - it doesn't give you a headache? If it's so sweet?"

Soobin threw his head back in a gentle laugh.

"No, Y/N. It's a natural aphrodisiac."

"It's… addicting." Yeonjun murmured. Almost… ashamed of his infatuation, with ears tilting down as he thought on it.

But you got the point. And made a small oh sound of acknowledgement before shaking it off.

“So -” You giggled, gesturing towards his unreasonably-flashy-for-a-young-guy American muscle car; “How the hell did you end up owning something like this? Knowing people like Bangchan? It's a little odd. I thought you worked at another office, but then… How'd you afford to live like this?”

Soobin smiled. And squinted at you with deep dimples. His hand moved to rest on the car behind him as he leaned forward, and over you ever so slightly, to breathe against your neck. Your lungs stayed empty as you got stuck on an exhale, unsure as to what he would say. Missing Yeonjun's shifty eyes, before looking around and nodding to his friend.

“I work in higher places than you’d ever expect, our clever little fawn.” 

His lips pressed to your neck and your heart fluttered, falling into him as his hand pushed on your lower back. 

"Suppose there's no harm in telling you now. Breathe."

Your hands rested on either of his shoulders, consumed completely by his deep musk and wood smell. You felt like prey being cared for before being swallowed. Gasping air upon instruction. It was becoming a habit to wait.

You reached to bury your face into his scent; shaking in delight from your scalp to your toes when your nose hit his collarbone.

“Yeonjun is my sales guy. Like you said before. Gyu deals with code. Fucking nerd.”

Another kiss was placed on your neck. Suckling lightly with those perfect lips; making you lean into him more. You would think a mention of your sick 'boyfriend' would strike guilt, but your head was swimming. Breathing him in like a drug.

He was fucking addicting. And you were starting to understand what Yeonjun meant. Soobin's musk became much heavier and sweeter like tree syrup. 

“Terry’s in charge of legal. Kai’s our friend, but he’s mostly there for looks.”

He pulled away to smoke some more and puff the smoke over your head. He squeezed your ass, harshly, in one large palm, and a soft moan fell from your lips. A gift to Soobin. 

“But don’t worry - as long as you’re around at least one of us, or the hybrids we trust, in the right spots, you’ll be safe. We don’t want to get you mixed into any shady business.”

Your mind flashed to every mafia or yakuza scene ever. 'Stay with us you'll be safe', only for their safety to be more hurt than when they weren't involved.

"So - you're saying I might be watched? That you're part of a gang, or what?! I don't know if I'm into men that hurt women! Or people! Children…!!" 

Soobin kissed his teeth.

"I don't take joy in hurting others. And we don't get our hands dirty in that kind of business." 

He was… amused. 

This interaction seemed amusing to him.

"I can't say you won't have eyes on you; but you're our pet now, so it's in our nature to be protective. NOT controlling."

Soobin's lip lifted over his gum in a houndish grin, and he pressed you into his crotch as he grumbled into your ear. 

"Not that we would let you out with us anywhere without our scent plastered inside and all over you, on any given day now, anyways.” 

His breath was ticklish and you loved his open laugh as his gums pressed against your cheek as he held you tight. 

You knew Soobin. Knew he was speaking out of love, despite his harsh and rugged tone. You felt safe. 

So ultimately you laughed also; drunk on attention, and shaking your head. Even the shy Yeonjun smiled fondly.

Between the big dogs' legs. In public again. Being babied between two capable men. Short skirt scrunched between Soobin's knuckles, and his ears pointed down at you; you were warmed with love.

“Shady business then, hmm?” You repeated in a tight whisper. Eyes wide and shining up at him. “But - you’re wearing jeans!” You argued; as if dirty clothing and judging his appearance outright meant you knew anything about him. "I've never seen a high-end criminal in blue wash denim!"

Soobin puffed an exhale of a crescent-eye smile, tongue caught in the corner of his lip. Before he dipped you to the side quickly - completely playful and in control, laughing loudly in your ear as you giggled - kissing at your pulse. You ran your nails up and against his strong, beautiful neck and into the nape of his hair on the way back up; which earned you a growl on your skin, and a squeeze against his torso. 

“You’re too cute.” Soobin appealed, laughing like chimed bells like he hadn’t just possibly revealed his connection to the business underworld.

So you turned your pout to Yeonjun for more answers.

You caught him staring in admiration; ears dipped to the side and eyes hooded with the corners of his mouth tilted upwards; back against the car, arms crossed easily on his chest. He perked up once he realised you were looking; fumbling out some more smokes and touching his pockets as if checking whether something hadn't been forgotten, or left behind.

"Come on ~" You frowned, pouted even, coming to know how much he barked for it. "You have to give me some info before you fuck me? I deserve that much!!"

Soobin had, at this point, enveloped you. Lips busy kissing, licking, nibbling at the expanse of your throat. Your hands curled into his shoulders. Ears hot and moans soft at an exhale. He was so warm, it was heavenly. 

Or maybe that was just the post-orgasm, baby-girlness talking. But - it felt like the heat was coming from under your skin.

Both were fine. Both were good.

Yeonjun met your pout and whine with a raised eyebrow shake of his head. Scolding your curiosity with a mere kissing of his teeth. 

But of course, he would spill. He was too easy.

“Nothing you want to be involved with, angel.” He mumbled in a low, almost solemn voice. “Tax evasion type shit. But we don't deal with dirty money. No repercussions for anyone apart from ourselves when we get caught." 

The fox squinted. You were small but unshaken. So he continued.

"I mean, to be honest, a lot of people you know are probably involved. A certain Jaemin comes to mind - hope he loves the new wheels by the way. Heard one of them sold?"

You laughed at Yeonjun's raised eyebrows. He had slipped into his faux persona.

"I have no idea Junnie." He softened; trusting your shrug, watching as you thread your hands through Soobin's hair as he palmed at your ass. 

"He was very specific when he asked for one of the cars. I don't know if he was feeling sketched out by the deal or what. You'd know better if he's your friend?"

"Oh?" You quipped, amused.

"Yeah - he wanted it a specific red. Like… a race car. One from a movie. With decals all over it. Was specific with the no white-rim wheels. Weird guy, but I liked him. You should invite him to hang out with us."

"It was a nice red Jun, you did a good job." 

Yeonjun scoffed. "So you really had no idea?" 

You shrugged. "I had my suspicions as a friend, but never would have guessed."

"I'm sure you've got - mph - questions?" Soobin moaned between biting up your shoulder.

"I guess… I didn't realise you had been keeping tabs on me. But then again, I guess it comes with the territory…"

Of which, you meant dating Beomgyu. Their inner circle friend and participant of said crime group. It made sense.

"Mhm," Yeonjun confirmed, smile tight-lipped and amused. He took another drag. "I’m surprised a clever doll like you hadn’t figured it out. The cats in love with you. We protect the things we love. And you had no idea you were being surveilled?”

“I didn’t know.” You confirmed once more, unsure what or how loud to say it to make him believe you. “Sounds like you guys have got it down to a T, though?”

"Got what down to a T, doll?" 

"I don't know - everything!"

Yeonjun simply nodded. Shying away as his friend and newly revealed business partner gave a sharp and piercing warning gaze from behind your neck.

That seemed to be all you would be getting from the fox. He retreated from the conversation abruptly with a pout and distant mind; busying himself with flicking open his lighter for the umpteenth cigarette today. 

He didn’t look sad, but talking about it seemed to bother him. Like a task he would worry about later. Though you weren’t sure when later was, or could be.

Soobin tugged at your earlobe with delicate precision; canines making you moan and grip his hair. He growled softly and nudged your cheek with his nose until your attention was caught. Your nose pressed to his. Lips brushed with bated breath.

“It’s important that you don’t share any of this, pet. Not even with Gyu.” 

At first, you just laughed. But it became obvious how quickly he meant it. Your naive smile edged into danger; until he swiped the back of your thigh with an open palm. You bit your lip with a frown and a cut moan, pouting. 

"I mean it.”

You gulped, eyes shaking a little. 

Soobin softened, immediately, at the first hint of fear. The grip on your chin released dramatically, so your hair billowed softly between his fingers at your cheek. His exhale fanned over your face, before moving your head. His cheek pressed to your own to whisper low, and soft, in your ear.

“I need to hear you give your word, beautiful. That you won’t tell a soul. No matter what. What we vent about between the sheets, is just that to anyone else. Nothing but pillow talk.”

Maybe this was a little more than what you had bargained for. 

"But between us…. well. We’ll always tell you the truth."

He didn’t move, instead he waited. Knowing that eye contact would make you panic. You looked to Yeonjun for aid, heart hammering. His ears dipped into total submission. Sympathetic to those eyes he was beginning to hate to see - sad, panicked, insecure.

“You’re safe, doll.” The fox tilted his head onto his shoulder, smile genuine. “Just need your word is all. Or we leave, and forget this ever happened. Either is fine.”

But fuck it - danger tasted good on your tongue.

So you gulped your nerves and pride; leaning cheek to cheek to Soobin and voice barely a strained whisper; “I give you my word. Body and all - I’m yours. Please don’t break me. I'm ready - these two years have been so long - but I'm a little scared.” 

Soobin growled; deep and low. Moving to see your face. His hand cupped the back of your head and tilted up as he met your eyes; affected. Touched beyond words. He watched you for deceit; hesitation that would break their hearts. None was found.

How could he ever harm you? How could Yeonjun? Beomgyu? Any of them? 

The fear in your voice hinted towards past mistrust, and he would fight to break the cycle.

Your eyes fell shut at his lips pressing against your own. Hands holding his own on your face; enveloped by the softness in his movements. You never wanted to part, but had to breathe. 

“You have our word, love.” Soobin kissed your eyebrow, “You’ll be glass in our eyes, for as long as you want.”

You were touched, shying from his eyes as your heart beat like a bird in a cage. He meant it as the highest compliment; fulfilling your wish of wanting to be treated with care, at least for the time being. Not another thing to just use and break.

Soobin reached behind you for the fox’s offered half-smoked cigarette; flicking the ash behind you on the ground before taking a drag. He released his thighs and shuffled to sit more; which allowed you with ease to shuffle forward, until your cheek met his chest. And your arms wrapped around him.

It was silent for a moment. Like a small part in the cloud.

Yeonjun basked in this new, slightly sudden love. Soobin exhaled and placed a hand on your head. The wind sang, birds flapped their wings, and the constantly humming cars shuttled past on the highway not too far behind the trees. You could feel Soobin’s heart beating heavily on your cheek and felt the pull of his lungs as he inhaled, then released. It felt like everyone had air to breathe again. Yeonjun looked at peace. 

It was serene, for a little while, with everybody's guards down. 

But these moments must always end. 

“Ready?” Yeonjun prompted. Carefully, and with a guttural clearing of his throat. He opened the back door, eager to move on and away from this place. And onto the new adventure, the night promised.

“Yeah, right.” Soobin laughed. 

The tension in his shoulders was gone, and you accepted a final tight one-armed squeeze as he brushed his lips against your forehead to place a kiss. He released you to snub his cigarette into the nearby ashtray; and stood precariously at the entrance of the diner. Hands constantly making contact while he spun you the other way; hip heavy under his palms. 

“Let’s go.”

UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.II CONTINUED]

well would you look at that: updated 5/DECEMBER/2023

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[BOOST DUE TO UPDATES]

until it hurts a little less - part 2.II

MAIN MASTERLIST /// TXT MASTERLIST UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.I HERE.......]

group: TXT

pairing: Yeonbin (Yeonjun & Soobin) x Reader (Fem perspective)

genre: hybrid, angst, fluff, heavy smut, minors dni !!

word count: 39k / split into 2 posts

T/W’s : under the line

A HUGE THANK YOU TO MY FRIENDS & BETA READERS ~ Saffron & @pyeonghongrie & all of MTG and especially the furry babes: @slightlymore @raibebe @starlitmark @wooahaeproductions [extra credit for the above mb!! tysm beeeeeee] @atiny-piratequeen <3 & anyone else I have tortured with brain rot and updates

AUTHORS NOTES - Wow. Thank you everyone for your patience. This has been many many months of chipping away at a small idea to make it into a now infamous [among friend circles] 40k hybrid fic. This draft has gone through a breakup, different jobs, and different living scenarios, phew! Following from the kitty Beomgyu saga the series now dives into new and hot Yeonbin dynamics. I look forward to feedback & interest in a small cuddle pile epilogue and editing of old works to bring them up to date. Lots of love, Wren 🦝💗

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

My Oh My - Camilla Cabello FT. DaBaby

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel

Beast Of Burden - The Rolling Stones

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

I Want You to Want Me - Cheap Trick

No Strings Attached (Enemies to Lovers) - Backseat Vagabond

Feel free to suggest others! :>

♡ Trigger Warnings ♡

voyeurism [aka sex in a public place], intimate scenes in an open late-night diner, a third watches with consent and an invite but is named perversive for comedic effect, submissive reader, female POV reader, AFAB reader, female pronouns & genitalia descriptives, occasional degrading words/actions with active consent, height kink, size kink, slight dacryphilia scene, crying [out of the context of sex], mention of unfulfilling ex-partners, sex in the rain(?), mention of blood, sub-mode or trusting others to make decisions after sex [safe, loving, no fear here but do need to warn], choking [mild, not to the point of harm].

hybrid content such as scenting marking and knotting; themes of possessiveness and alllll the animalistic features from that.

All of the above are willing and consenting for every party present (apart from Bangchan/diner staff). If you cannot stomach voyeurism, skip about halfway and you can still enjoy the last half of the fiction. :]

Soobin took the driver's seat - Yeonjun sat, slouched, in the passenger seat of the car as agreed - shrugging off his jacket to throw into the back seat. The fox batted it past him, above you, and onto the floor. 

Boys.

Yeonjun had to breathe from his mouth upon entering. He had hissed under his breath and thoroughly resisted the urge to growl at Soobin, instead pulling his ears back while the insanely sweet smell of your wet cunt against the leather seat underneath him from hours before, and Soobin’s natural scenting of heavy cedarwood, dampened his own much lighter citrusy one. 

Much like an animal; scents worked to establish things like hierarchy, health, sex, age and physical standing within a space, for a hybrid. 

So to enter such a heavily-marked one and lose his own presence and stature in the process was quite disarming. 

Not to mention you were ovulating and smelt like God's nectar; at peak time to be bred, which he intended to take full advantage of.

It was a relatively clean car. Actually, it was very clean, considering you had only ever been in a car with 3 other males of varying states. You didn’t particularly make a habit of it, but life had worked out so that the counter now ticked up to 5.

What you didn’t pick up on, was the air con being clicked down to low, or the burning eyes that the boys gave each other. 

Yeonjun stopped it from going lower than 1 - to flush out the suffocating smells that made his cock throb already - Soobin meanwhile, remained intent on hotboxing until everybody was marked by him. Even the fox. 

A spark flew between their eyes for a brief moment, but in the back, alone with thoughts wondering, you tried to break the silence, none-the-wiser.

“So - where are we going?” Your shaken from nerves, but positively excited voice called out from behind. 

It felt small in such a big car. 

Like you were speaking openly in a cathedral. Your voice bounced back at you and made you cringe in its wake. You weren’t sure your presence was appreciated in this space yet.

You shouldn’t talk - the nerves said. You should only listen here.

Soobin peered at you in the mirror, offering a dimpled smile. You eased, if only a little. Shoulders shrugging forward.

“Wherever you want, gorgeous.” 

Warmed at the softness in his husked voice, you bashfully looked away from the mirror. 

It had started to rain. Pat pat pitter pat. Soobin rolled his window from half-mast to completely closed and started the car. 

Gentle heat - again, hands swatted to set it to increasingly low levels until it rested at level 2; warm but not suffocating - started to blow from small vents in the lush interior doors.

“Ooo - cosy.” Yeonjun yipped happily - in amusement, but mostly sarcastically - to himself.

Soobin rolled his eyes. Quickly snatching the cigarette pack from Yeonjun's busy foxish hands and stuffed them in his door.

“No smoking in my car either, you nasty street fox. I just got it cleaned.”

Yeonjun made an offended noise, yipping something about losing his lifeline, how he never got it cleaned for him, before crossing his arms and slouching further in a pathetic display of defeat.

“You’re quiet back there.” Yeonjun shot, gruffly, to the back of the car, peering behind the seat… Like a kid who just had his iPad taken away so now he had to talk to the other passengers. Reluctantly. “You made your mind up yet where you wanna go, doll?”

Truly, it was a front. 

He was restless and wanted to move away from this place to stop the ache in his chest and cock. 

Plus, your nerves were starting to bother him. 

You weren’t innocent per se, but you were an anxious prey type in need of calming, in the most physical and overriding sense. He could taste it on his tongue - maybe not as strongly as Soobin - but he was bothered by the sourness.

Four eyes drew to you in the silence.

Two from the ceiling mirror, blown wide. Two from the seat in front pinched tight.

“I don’t - I don’t - umm…” You froze, muttering uselessly before a shrug fell from you, and you writhed your hands between your knees. 

“You sure you wanna do this, Y/N?” Yeonjun questioned, carefully, with suspiciously squinted eyes. “If you wanna pull out, now’s the time to do so.”

“Yeah, I umm -” You cleared your throat. 

Squeezing your fists between your thighs, and your thighs to your fist. 

The idea of being watched, smelt, tasted, touched by these men - it was fucking you up to the point of not being able to think.

“I’m pretty sure. Yeah, I err - I think so. Yeah.”

You puffed a breath, heart hammering against your ribs. Touching your warm face and looking down to pick at your nails. 

“I want it. You. Two. You two.”

Soobin smiled to himself. Yeonjun was going to eat you up with all that coyness on full display. Soobin found it cute but knew his friend to be a little more… depraved in his tendencies. And it's true, his friend's heart pounded as his cock did. 

Soobin was a little better at making decisions for his pets, though.

“Do you want us to pick a place, little one?” Soobin asked, voice and eyes low. “Or can you be a good pet and answer our question?”

Well, Soobin had never referred to you as his pet before. And especially not in such a soft-dom way. You didn’t know how much of an effect it would have on you. 

“I’m not - I don’t know -” You tugged a little on the seatbelt across your chest, breathless. “Can we even - can we fit in this car? Can we even do that?”

Yeonjun grinned. 

“Depends how much of a rush you’re in, doll. In the car, on the car, around it. We could go back to ours? Or tag team in a hotel. Break back on the hood. And we can’t get you pregnant - as much as we’d love that - so it’s not like we need to go anywhere first. All depends on you, gorgeous.”

You shot him a glance. Only a very quick one. A bad idea for you. 

The fox had turned on the console to face you. His eyes were a burning orange, like the outside of his ears, the black in the low light swallowed by the dimming evening. He was beautiful, asking you a question, staring at you directly; and you were stunned.

You instantly shot your chin to your chest, shaking it. Forced to squeeze your hands to the seat to calm yourself against the blood pumping in your ears. 

You forced yourself to speak. Imploding at the pressure.

“The cars good!” You squeaked. “I just - I don’t know where!!”

Yeonjun laughed fully, small chitters sounding. He shuffled to sit upright and turn back into his seat, only to slide down just as Soobin slipped into gear and began rolling out onto the main road, away from the diner.

“Good job baby.” The dog grumbled, concentrating on driving. “Don’t worry, I know a place.”

“We know a place.” Yeonjun corrected. “Get comfy pet, it’s a bit of a drive.”

You puffed out a huge exhale. Lungs burning and dizzy as you melted into the seat. 

It took mere seconds for Yeonjun to note the shaking of your skin against the cool leather. 

He tugged Soobin’s jacket up off the floor and placed it on you with a wink. Before removing his outer sweater without a word, but patting it over your lap as you gratefully held it over the goosebumps. 

Surrounded by them.

Bathing in the calm, before the storm.

“We’re here,” Soobin announced to the group, after a solid half hour of fast-winding mountaintop driving between trees and sea. “Still raining. No one here as usual.”

You had pulled into what seemed to be a campsite parking lot. Probably only used in the summer; as parking wasn’t charged during the winter, according to the big red signs against nearby trees.

“You ready beautiful?” Yeonjun had smiled, his head back against the seat and watching you as you looked out the window. His voice was low, ears dipped along with his eyes. “Still nervous?”

You were nervous, but fighting it to the best of your ability. 

“Yeah - I am, a little. I’m not sure why. I trust you though, just… Something has me on edge, is all...”

Yeonjun's tongue went to the corner of his mouth in a smile.

He knew why. You were stuck in a confined space with two predators. One of them had already smothered his scent glands in your neck all evening. The other, more orange one, was aching to do the same.

He found it adorable that you hadn't yet joined the dots; or got to the stage of understanding your instincts.

“Well, I'm glad you feel comfortable enough around us to do this. ‘Bout time for you to come sit in the front, hmm?”

Your body flushed with heat, chin dipping. Yeonjun yipped a small harmless laugh. He leaned over the console with his languid torso to catch your downcast eyes.

“Come on. I don’t bite sweetheart.” He smiled. “Not a fan of breaking glass, after all. Come on, it will be fun. We stop whenever you want. Alright?”

You nodded, bracing yourself for the cold and wet sky with a puff of air before diving out the door on the driver's side and running around. The boys both clicked their seats back, and as the cold air hit his body Yeonjun held open the door and wilfully manspread to allow you room to climb over him in the space.

Although it was a little awkward to fit; you managed to bend at an angle and shuffled into the front passenger seat atop Yeonjun with altogether surprising ease. Your head hadn’t even hit the ceiling yet. Nor had you crushed the male beneath you as you feared you might. 

Then again, this car was rather tall. And long.

For a moment you were still rushing with the adrenaline you felt in the back seat. But very quickly, you realised what position you had found yourself in - agreed to, suggested - and you flushed hot under the skin.

The door closed with a clack. And suddenly there was no more room to breathe.

Within an instant, you became wary of every single movement. 

You weren’t in the safety of your comfy back-view anymore. 

No. 

Now, you were face to face with the fox. Your knees pressed to the seat between his legs, snug between the thighs that stretched taut from the pull of his crotch. He was tall, even when laying down. 

You weren’t sure where to put your hands. Or where to look. You placed them on his chest, on the seat; either way was suffocating-ly close. As you wavered above him, Yeonjun smirked. And lifted in his reclined position, cornering you on the roof of the car with wide eyes and a racing heart.

“You smell like a bunch of nerves, gorgeous. I like my cherries sweet before I eat them.”

It was a statement, not a question. And a provocative one at that. His breath washed over your face and you weren’t sure where to look. Your lungs burned from such tension until you could do nothing but stare down into his chest. 

“Breathe, Y/N.” A deep voice rattled beside you. “You’re okay.” 

You inhaled quickly, gasping some short breaths at Soobin's command. 

His eyes were dipped. And he was palming himself through constricting jeans. Your chest squeezed at the thought of him jumping your bones. And while you weren’t aware of it, the guys had started to ground you in more unfamiliar ways.

“Thank you, Binnie.” You mumbled, thankful, if a little dizzy. Still unsure where to look.

As you turned to the driver's side to thank the Pinscher, Yeonjun took aptly the opportunity to ease you into him; and found purchase on your skin. 

“Come here, my skittish little Doe.”

At first, you did resist. Mostly out of nerves.

But it soon became impossible. His pull was intoxicating; and you wanted them both, regardless of the nerves fluttering in your belly.

Yeonjun's tongue swirled hot and heavy against your ear. Biting and sucking at the soft skin of your jawline. And the moan that fell from your lips as he licked and sucked a hickey over the one he had placed before was carnal. 

It provoked a weakness in your knees that caused you to fall onto him. Like a dove falling from flight.

He caught the curve of your ass with a strong forearm, flexing his thigh to keep you up and sitting on top of him, knees pressing into the console. Your mini-skirt had pulled up high and you were just about keeping your eyes open.

Soobin groaned; infatuated with how quickly Yeonjun had pulled you apart at the seams.

“Pretty deer; no wonder you’re so scared of me.” Yeonjun purred into your skin, catching it between his teeth, “I couldn’t get this close to you in the diner. You've been smothered by a wet. Fucking. Dog.” 

Soobin growled protectively. And curled his lip in distaste. 

"Good. If you don't like it, you should scent her."

"Working on it." Yeonjun grit back.

Yeonjun licked a stripe up your neck in repeated slow lengths until he landed on your pulse. 

When you moaned and he felt the pump pump against his tongue muscle; he grinned wide, testing with a soft suck. You keened, almost breathless, and gripped onto his arm for support. 

“Found it.”

For a split second; you panicked. Aware that he could bite into and tear out your jugular with ease as such a fine specimen of a hybrid. 

Instead of his grip on your stomach growing tight, he simply gripped the hair at the base of your skull, guiding you back until your neck was revealed.

Yeonjun wasted no time in babying you as the pheromones hit his nose; instead, he set to work and nursed a newer bruise over the one already blooming behind your jaw; trailing down to your shoulder. 

He paused to lift your arms, gripping them gently to drag your small shirt off and wrap an arm over the curve of your back; secure and grounding. While he palmed at your chest with his free hand; hard nipple making you flinch as he rolled it over his palm.

You felt a little uneasy but tried so badly to ignore it. Reaching for his hand and linking your fingers. “Relax, baby ~” He purred into your ear; licking and biting at your jawline until your cunt throbbed, jaw slack and eyes fighting the close of ecstasy. “You’re so safe ~”

He considered for a moment what it was he was doing. 

What it meant for him, to scent you.

But just as quickly he dismissed his doubts; pushing the crown of his head and his ears against your throat and chest while he gently chittered. Rubbing his cheek onto your hot skin and over your shoulders. His eyes closed, and he was so gentle for you that it made your heart ache. 

Relaxing slowly into him; you slid your fingers into his hair to hold him there and rest your face on his hair. He hummed; running his lips over your collarbone. And chittered at your exhaled sigh, pulling back to see your face.

He was pleased with what he saw.

"Feeling better gorgeous?" Yeonjun checked in, dotingly. 

He swiped a hair behind your ear and neck to leave sharp-toothed kisses in his wake. He was becoming a little more messy with his kisses, now that he knew you could handle it. 

“A little more relaxed? Less on edge? Less afraid of me?"

You moaned a soft nod, accepting the kiss from the corner of your eye. "Mmhmm…" You groaned. And rested your forehead on his. 

“Junnie ~,” Yeonjun practically purred at your breathy moans, nose and lips still pressed against your skin. “I feel so much better.” His arms drew around your back, pulling your belly flush to him while he held you.

Your bodies were warm together, and the air hung thick like fog on a wet stormy day to the point that you had to open-mouth breathe just to get some air into you. Not to mention your brain felt like mush. And the windows - they were fogged thick.

“F-f-f-fuck -” You managed. 

You groaned softly and tried to shake the haze out of your mind. But it didn’t seem to budge. 

“What is this-? How did the two of you-? When-?”

You couldn’t formulate the words. But it was okay. He knew what you meant. Knew that you were asking about the heaviness in your lungs. The aching you had probably started feeling. The deep throbbing in your cunt that wet your thong at an abhorrently fast pace.

“Scented you, angel. Like Soob said; it should help with the nerves.” Yeonjun faux bit at the spot; canines scraping at your skin as he sucked tactfully. You moaned, keening towards him. 

He released all too soon; “Now both Soobin and I have a share. And you shouldn’t feel so anxious near me. Maybe even -” 

You were sure if the devil could speak it would be through the lips of Choi Yeonjun.

“- you should relax. Let me take care of you, doll.” 

Yeonjun smirked, a tooth caught on his bottom lip. He didn’t need to hear you speak, though he gave you a moment to try. The silence answered him plenty. Your legs had started to rub together for something to touch your throbbing cunt. And a hand soon found purchase cupping you over your underwear, hard-on pressed to your ass and thigh after the fox angled his hips upward.

You moaned, watching as Soobin's eyes drew to the hand slipping beneath your skirt. Before holding Yeonjun’s arm that pressed a palm against your core. You pressed down against it gratefully; sighing at the pressure that struck pleasure within your bones. 

“Junnie-” You found yourself moaning openly, with no shame in sight. Just as they liked. You whimpered for more.

Yeonjun's arm flexed in response; long fingers pressed at the wet fabric of your opening over the fabric of your underwear; only to slip his hand down further, then drag the edge of his palm back up; lip bit and watching your face as you pooled into his body. Your eyes had squeezed shut, mouth agape and moaning openly. 

“God, you’re so pretty.” He groaned, meeting the dazed eyes that turned to him. 

Your whole body practically twitched when he dragged up your clit. Cupping the jaw that reached for his face, the kiss instantly matched in intensity while you scrambled to find purchase. He pulled his hand down to drag upward and press against your clit again, and your moan caught in your throat.

“Kiss me, pretty girl.” He purred, small yips sounding from his chest. And so you did. Moving to place your forearm on his chest, meeting him for the deepest kiss yet. Encapsulated by him, until you parted and drool pooled onto his shirt. 

Yeonjun wiped your mouth, before grabbing you again, right as he pushed up hard against your cunt and dragged. You cried out, moaning into the kiss and gyrating on his palm.

Soobin was ready to burst. But God he loved you far too much to bust just yet. Instead; he did the next best thing. 

The zip and release pop of the popper that sounded beside you snapped you out of the kiss; Yeonjun tugged you up and manhandled you to press against your belly; ass to his crotch, your back to his chest and mouth attached to your neck. Small in his hold.

Soobin groaned, his lips twitching and ears pulled back. Finally, he sighed. His hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, releasing from the jeans with a few firm pumps. Lip bit and head rolling back with a firm groan. 

At the same time; Yeonjun's palms gripped and massaged your chest. Teasing your nipples with gentle then heavy drags.

His nose prodded at your cheek as you squirmed, forcing you to look at Soobin - as if you hadn’t been maintaining tension for what felt like hours already. 

“Sit pretty for me doll.” 

Yeonjun chuckled in a husk into your ear; sweat beading on his forehead at the struggle - both at the attempt to maintain control and the bicep strapped over your hips to keep you from moving - biting at you with a tongue-pressed devilish grin. His other hand moved to press down on your pubic bone. Not close enough. A lick into your ear made you moan. 

Soobin thrust with a deep groan into his fist, thighs tensing and in his own private mental arena. But your head had begun to throb. And it coincided with every pump of his cock. You would have put together the pieces, were it not for you being deep into a foggy mindset.

Not that you had any complaints. This felt good.

“Binnie -” You moaned aloud and at length with an open mouth, head thrown back from Yeonjun's heavy petting into the crook of his neck. 

The boys smirked. Particularly Soobin. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the impression felt as his dimples pressed his cheeks and he shook his hair, tongue caught in the side of his mouth. 

Being a young hybrid in his prime, a true example of health; his power in the car combined with Yeonjun's made your brain and cunt throb desperately. 

“Open the window, you Dog,” Yeonjun smirked at his friend, playfully twisting your nipple between his fingers; pressing his cheek and nose to your jaw. “Be careful or you’ll end up flushing her out.”

You had heard that term before when speaking to a nurse about hybrid females. When they’re scented to the point of their own temporarily disappearing, a hybrid becomes infatuated and malleable. Their equivalent to a sub-space.

Soobin's dimples deepened. “Good.” And set pace. “I want our little pet to feel it in her guts when I cum.”

He lay back, with his fist wrapped around his base and the other holding his balls, to thrust with grunts at the fastest pace you had maybe ever seen, tongue caught on his teeth. 

He was doing it to make a point. To show you that the pressing presence you had been feeling on the edges of your being, was very real. That if he wanted you to come, you would. If either of them wanted you to fall apart, they could make it happen.  

A wave of carnal desire; a pure hunger you didn’t know you were able to experience; overcame you so suddenly and so violently that your bones started to shake. Never had you been this eager to fuck. Didn’t think it was possible. 

“Wa- fu- fu - fuck, please, I wanna cum, I wanna cum so bad -” You just about cried out in plea to the fox; grip on Yeonjun's bicep under your arm almost painful.

Quickly, Yeonjun slipped a hand into your panties - using a small apology of ‘sorry, I guess forget the warmup’ and slipped his gifted-ly long fingers to slip 2-thick in a curl up to your belly, the edge of his palm swiping over your clit delightfully heavy - and reached for the window with the other, slipping it down halfway.

It didn’t take Soobin long to cum.

The sound of Yeonjun's hands slapping sloppily, palm-to-soaked-cunt, and your debauched and corrupted moans and whimpers, along with your exposed chest from all your writhing, sent Soobin on a spin. Cock thick and leaking from beginning to end.

You weren’t doing too good yourself. 

In fact; you were doing amazing.

Placated only by Yeonjun yowling gently, holding you to him and shushing against your neck. He did his best - aka, the best - to ground you. He chittered at your needy, dumb-fucked mind. Allowing you to sit up to thrust down onto his hand.

The smell of rain began to enter the car; the concern of dampness flashed across your mind before Soobin moaned.

“Ah - fuck, Y/N - fuck - you feel that?” He was near his peak, and Yeonjun couldn’t stop himself from biting his lip to moan as you essentially got yourself off on his fingers; over his long cock snug up between his jeans and your ass. 

You nodded, desperately grinding for a release, tears wet in desperation on your cheek. 

“Fuck - gonna come baby girl. You want it? Pretty girl wanna come? I could wait -”

“I want - I want it - wanna - cum - want - it-” 

The final begging pushed him over the edge. Humping atop his friend like a rabbit.

Soobin groaned, hips stuttering into three more solid pumps as you squeezed your legs shut, lying back without breathing as Yeonjun pumped his fingers as a curl with loud slaps until your cunt dripped white on his jeans. You cried out at the exact moment Soobin came in his fist, tears on your cheeks and fist white on Yeonjun's arm. Not unlike the endless amount of cum that spat from between Soobin’s knuckles, onto his legs.

If there’s one thing you did know; it’s that when hybrids cum, they cum a lot.

Your body was hot. Hips twitching and mind spiralling. Your cunt squeezed Yeonjun's fingers until they were taken out, circling the entrance until you whined, a big glob of a tear falling down your cheek in ecstasy.

“Well done, you did good,” Yeonjun hushed you. 

You didn’t react, head dizzy and grip weak. 

You flopped down onto Yeonjun's chest, willingly, to pant like you had just run a fucking mile. 

"Ngh - Junnie -"

"Take it easy, gorgeous. Catch your breath."

Both your foreheads knocked together into his kisses to bathe in some love as you recovered, head buzzing and cunt full. Eyes closed and breathing shallow. 

Soobin's movement flickered Yeonjun's ear against the seat, whooshing air into your face. He had been quiet; observing.

He grabbed, messily, a fistful of dry wipes to clean his hands with. Never particularly keen on his own cum ending up on his lips.

“Stupid mutt.” The fox hissed, still nuzzling your hair. Listening to your puttered moans and sighs. “Hope you feel better after that? Almost flushed her out completely. Then how would she of fucked? Poor thing. How do you know she even wanted that?”

Soobin peered over, post clarity striking some guilt into his chest when he was met with the vision of your fist curled into your lips and face hidden onto his friend's chest.

The rain picked up enough for Soobin to roll up Yeonjun's window from his side.

The dog scoffed, and flipped the band of his boxers back up over his cock, for the meantime. He adjusted in his seat, stretching his upper back and jaw. Satiated. Rolling his neck back on the headrest to glare, eyes low, into Yeonjun.

“She wanted it. Trust me.”

He ruffled his fringe, in the pulled-down front mirror, eyes meeting yours to the side.

“Didn’t you gorgeous?”

He tilted his head at an angle, ears flopped to the ground. He squinted at you, gauging your mood. Smile careful.

You smiled against your fingers. Instantly matched by the tongue at the corner of the hound's mouth; dimples deep as he leaned back into his seat. 

"See." Soobin chuckled. Tongue to the edge of his smile. "Baby wants it, hmm? Wants her mind to be fucked until she feels like jelly?"

You nodded. And smiled behind your hand as wide as Soobin did.

Yeonjun's glare softened and he chittered gently when you rose; elbows to his chest.

“What are you up to; pretty Doe?” The fox purred. Playful suspicion was written all over his face, tail curling around your knee. Ears back.

But you just bashfully blinked your wet eyelashes at him; and held his shoulders to grind down slowly; at the exact same time as you kissed him and pulled away. You did it again. And again, and again. Each slow, heavy drop paired with a messy, dragging kiss.

Yeonjun groaned loudly, tongue to his gum in annoyance. A muscle in his jaw ticked; a reaction you had never seen from him before. 

You rested your weight down to grind in quick motions; wetting his lap as his fingers dug into your thighs.

His eyes squinted, pupils thin as slits. 

Yeonjun gave you a sore and open-palmed warning swipe up and against your thigh; hissing at you through grit teeth.

“Keep teasing me and you’ll get a bite on your throat, dumb little pet.” 

His sharp, low voice made you smile; you were enthralled. Nerves tingling like electricity beneath your skin.

Claim marks were permanent issues of trust; a literal bite into one's skin. The idea of leaving one so obviously front-facing was abhorrent and filthy, and it suited him.

You smiled against your hand, giggling. Biting at the knuckle of your ring finger as he bucked up. Soobin smiled at you lovingly as you fell into Yeonjun's chest; cunt pressed to his crotch. He held your hips there for a moment; biting at your exposed shoulder, keeping you giddy and scent-high as he tactfully shuffled his jeans down; no underwear in sight as you bit your lip.

“You ready to get fucked dumb, our precious little fawn?” Yeonjun mumbled, then kissed your cheek; not opposed to your face hiding from him. Nose in your hair. Palming your ass so that your slick covered his cock and your thong caught between skin.

You couldn’t stop grinding; clit rubbing against his large cock and coating his length in slick. Breath small and panting. Your nipples were so sensitive between his pinched fingers; the back of your neck tingling with warmth.

“Junnie - Yes - Want it -” You moaned, eyebrows low and knuckles in your mouth, consumed. Relying on him completely.

A hand gripped your scalp; your head was tugged backwards.

“Mind if I take those panties, pet?” Soobin smirked. "Just need to do a little health check." 

The hand belonged to Soobin.

He didn’t actually want them; nor was he entirely bothered by your seemingly okay health - at least at first - he just wanted to see you shy away. 

He was getting hard again already; seeing you manhandled. And released your hair upon your nod.

He really could do a health check anyway, so what was the harm?

You nodded, moaning as Yeonjun sucked at your nipple; “Here -” Yeonjun mumbled, and gripped under your skirt from behind to begin tearing at the fabric. It took three solid rips to unhook you; soaking fabric caught by Soobin with a slop. 

Immediately, his face buried into it. You shivered at the air that hit your cunt; aware that the two of them were gifted, but surprised by the length that met you as you ground down again.

A deep, guttural growl rattled the seat beside you. And the vibrations made your muscles ripple; hips lifted via Yeonjun's grip on your waist alone; cock swiped against your dripping thighs and entrance before pressing up and into you. 

You lost your breath immediately; choking on moans as the head of his cock pressed into your warmth, a deep stretch and ache pulling towards your belly as Yeonjun sunk your hips patiently; head back against the headrest and eyes barely open.

“You better fuck her deep, and slow,” Soobin growled; eyes blown fearfully wide and teeth grit. Nose firmly inside the dripping fabric gripped in his hand; “Little fawn came to us for help on her first rut season.”

"I knew it." Yeonjun groaned. Gritting his teeth to speak. “She’s been sick and needy the entire day.”

It’s true; you had been. Fiending for attention. Grasping at them whenever you could. Burning up from beneath the skin. Sick with lust.

You sat up more; whimpering as Soobin's growls caused your entire mind to fuzz over; leaving little resistance to Yeonjun's thick, curved cock to tilt, slick dripping down his thigh. By the time you sat to the hilt; you were practically drooling.

“Stupid kitty didn’t even tell you it was happening, did he, gorgeous?” Soobin snarled. You shook your head quickly, whimpering. 

“It - we fucked through the first one, but - he said - it might come back -”

The fox wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against him with impressive strength. Pulling you to sit up higher than before. 

Yeonjun was snug in your gut, but neither wanted to proceed before checking in with you first. 

His heart pattered at the thought of you coming to them for help. More selfishly him. 

“Do you feel sick at all?” Yeonjun asked; voice incredibly gruff; holding you still. You eased into his arms; elbows over his shoulders and hands in his hair. “Any pain? Anywhere?” 

“No, Junnie.” You whimpered; shifting as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “I just feel so needy -”

The dog chuckled. “No wonder you've been smelling like a fucking candy shop, angel.” 

Yeonjun groaned, gripping you even closer with his biceps. “Quit squeezing me so hard for a sec doll; this is important.”

You closed your eyes, breath laboured and a warm pleasure seeped into your stomach. But you tried your best to listen and relax, for him.

“Soob - please take over. The babe’s cunt is squeezing me so tight I can't think straight.” 

Yeonjun pleaded; tone tight while he spoke.

“You’re in good hands now. Just try and listen carefully, okay?” He whispered, before sighing and burying his face into your chest. Holding on with every fibre in his being. You rested on top of his head; thumbing at the inside of his soft ears. Fuzzy and warm at his beautiful scent being so close to your face.

The dog held the underwear to his face one last time on a solid inhale before moving it only the slightest bit away.

“Do you know anything about Doe rut cycles, Y/N?” He questioned. Low, calm. 

Of course, you shook your head. And Soobin growled.

Soobin grew annoyed. Annoyed that he had to explain something so vitally important while you sat there so pretty; full of cock and trying your best to listen. Annoyed now that Beomgyu’s selfishness had reached beyond their initial sphere of influence. Annoyed that his friend had truly done the bare minimum to care for you, through the transition and out the other end.

“I’m sure you and Beom fucked recently, right?”

You moaned wistfully; a yes. 

“And it felt good; maybe better than ever before?”

“Y-yes Junnie…” You whispered, gasping as Yeonjun adjusted in his seat.

“Good job paying attention, gorgeous.” Soobin chuckled gently and grumbled a content growl. You were really trying; despite your body likely being furnace-heat and mind full of nothing but the want to be full of cum. You openly moaned at the praise.

“But it wasn’t enough? No matter what; you just couldn’t hit that spot?”

Another nod. Bashful, this time. Soobin's mind wandered, briefly. Images of you unable to satisfy yourself; no doubt sniffed out by such an incompetent fool. 

“Right. It only gets triggered once a year for you, thankfully. But a Doe’s cycle will repeat until they feel bred enough. You’ll feel like this until you get fucked dumb, little fawn. And you want it, don’t you angel? Want Junnie to come in you, fuck you slow - want me to plough you until you can’t feel those legs anymore, hmm?”

Yeonjun was, at this point, smiling in humour against your skin. Wicked in mind as your body struck the hottest he’s felt yet. Cunt tight and like a furnace around him. You were breathless. And you nodded with urgency.

“Yeah - I do Binnie, I do -”

The dog chuckled, fabric back to his nose. 

“For that kind of fucking; well… You’ve come to the right hybrids.” 

Yeonjun smirked. “Damn right.”

“That want you have, that pulsing desire seeps off of your body until one of us smells it.” Soobin groaned; fluttering his eyes shut for a second, before continuing. “The reason we would want to place a claim on such a pretty little thing. Is so you don’t get hurt. Or hunted. It’s a bond more permanent than love, Y/N. And a massive step to take.”

“I know -” You moaned; eyebrows creased. Yeonjun peered up; placing soothing biting kisses to the scent-marks on your pulse. He was becoming sensitive to your unease. “- I want it badly, Binnie. Want you both, Binnie… Wanted it since April… Since last year…”

Last April - when you had been turned. That meant that the connections between you all; had indeed been deeper than a crush. Soobin puffed a sympathetic whine. He felt your need, as much as Yeonjun did. Sharp ears dipped low.

“Since last April, sweetheart? You’ve been waiting on us all that time?” The dog mumbled, his voice dipped in a vulnerability that was as rare as gold to see.

“Mmhm…” You nodded desperately; eyes watery as your emotions dipped out. Yeonjun nuzzled you; arms tight to not tease any movements; ears folded the entire time. And you held onto his strong shoulders. “I- I love you both...” Overwhelmed by the emotions that you - all - had buried and tucked away for months. So desperate to move you felt dizzy. Slick now seeping down Yeonjun's thighs and onto his seat. 

Soobin watched you for a moment. It was so obvious now that he felt a fool. 

“You ready to make that kind of commitment, June?” The Doberman whispered, softly. “It's sudden. We don't know if it'll work out.”

“Like nothing before.” The fox confirmed; teeth grit in concentration. “It will. We'll make sure of it.”

“Good. You’ve got us both, little fawn. As long as you want us.”

You felt like crying. Ready to burst at the seams. Panting.

“Please Binnie… I need to cum… Please…” 

Soobin laughed, coming back from his mental distraction; “Good job. You can move now angel.”

It didn’t take you more than a second to start moving. 

You were simply stuffed full; head full, mouth agape. Shifting; grinding; cunt tight and heartbeat strong against Yeonjun’s cock. Your puttered sighs grew desperate as he simply held you upright. Allowing you to ride out the need for friction.

Every lift and grinding down of your hips was small in movement; more for you than him. But your cunt was flexing tight and a warmth in your muscles told him exactly how soon you were going to cum.

“So soon?” One, sharp, angled orange eye glared up at you from the nose pressed to your skin. You felt exposed. Like he could see through to your guts. 

He lifted your jaw to kiss under your chin, grip still solid on your hips. 

“Precious, needy, little cock-dumb fawn ready to burst already?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, moaning with a gasp and warmth spreading through your stomach and thighs; eyes closed and melting into Yeonjun as he curved your back with his forearms; nuzzling at your chest. 

“I need it, I’m s-so full -” You gasped, fingers gripping his shoulders as he held you down; jaw wide and sharp points against your collarbone. “Please, Junnie, feels so good -”

The fox purred, and you gasped a moan, a shiver striking down your spine and a tightness spreading through your pelvis. He had dipped; before thrusting a minimal amount.

“Come apart then, gorgeous.” He hissed, encouraging your hips to grind down on him. And you really were so, so close.

But you were holding out on him. He could tell. 

“What is it? What do you need?”

You moaned at his gruff voice; “Want a mark Junnie… Please, I need it - I want to be yours - want to be Binnie’s - please Junnie, I love you -”

Yeonjun's ears peeled back before his lip curled and irises pinched. He looked feral. Soobin nodded at his friend's side-eye for permission; granted in trust that you were a prize to share. You were warbling but stopped as soon as Yeonjun faced you. 

His look was wicked. 

Adrenaline washed over you and you pushed down until you were full of stars spattering pleasure into the back of your vision. Yeonjun kept your skull in his perfect position.

It was clear the fox was about to stick to his promise.

“Scream for me, little Fawn.”

Your breath caught as Yeonjun dove forward and his canines sunk into the middle of your neck; at the front of your throat. With experience; he had skillfully avoided piercing your jugular. 

Even Soobin tensed for a moment, but ultimately gripped his cock and groaned at the blood that split like rivers on his friends' gums; jaw locked and arms encircling your shaking form. You gripped his scalp and wide shoulders in a wicked embrace and cried out; pain muddling with ecstasy as you came hard, cunt pressing against the length inside of you; shaking, moaning, mind striking white.

To no surprise at the intensity of your orgasm; Yeonjun came as well. Very quickly you felt his cock pulse and he groaned, moaning loudly, holding your hips to jut up into you. He released thick cum in three intense loads; forcing you to move as you orgasmed, sounds lewd and wet inside the car.

Yeonjun pressed filthy wet licks to your exposed throat with a slack jaw, wide tongue and sharp lower teeth digging into your skin. There was quickly drying blood on his teeth and a wild look in his eye. But he was in control; and helped you ride it all out.

You were full of cum and slick; tensing your cunt just to see it push out over his cock and move to fuck it back in.

Your eyes pressed shut and your moans grew loud and broken. A fuzzy warmth spread through your back and thighs until you melted; burying your nose into Yeonjun's hair as he released his hold on your hair and buried his face into your chest.

He embraced you, like a hug.

Soobin growled softly, in love, once Yeonjun had eased - the bond was secured now you were smothered in his scent; nose to his scalp bringing a new sense of comfort - happy to be a part of this new unity. Your eyes fluttered open and you could do naught but make small moans. 

Yeonjun pulled away only once you did; meeting your forehead with his.

The dog hummed, patiently.

“Feel good gorgeous? To finally be stuffed full? Pretty Kit making you cum? Pretty baby-like being claimed?” 

You nodded with a moan, expression bliss-fucked, though a frown settled over your brow.

“Mhmm feels good Binnie…” You mumbled, eyes closed. But your eyebrows were drawn low.

“What is it? You don’t look convinced?” Soobin smiled, with a slight scoff. “I don’t enjoy your silence.”

You shook your head, unable to form the words. It was a warning. But Yeonjun knew. 

His nose trailed up your throat as he released the iron grip on your waist; holding you as you shook. Nose snug under your jaw; he pulled your hips forward then back to slide across his length.

“Ngh - Ah - It feels - like my skin is on fire - ”  

Your tone made Soobin look at his friend with concern. It was a moan of discomfort, and you seemed twitchy.

Truthfully you wanted to hump Yeonun like a rabbit, and you cursed the Gods for giving you such low stamina. If you thought it would have done you any good; you would’ve started panting like a bitch in heat. Oh wait, you were. 

“- my skin is burning, I’m so hot -”

“Our little fawn is in a deep rut,” Yeonjun purred. Protecting you from the dog's mood and accepting the soft knock of your head to his. He kissed your cheek and the corner of your lips delicately.

“Gyu didn’t fuck you well enough at all, did he, pretty girl?”

You shook your head and whimpered.

“She’s burning up,” Yeonjun confirmed to the dog. Tone kind, low, mute. “It’s good you invited me when you did. I don’t think one of us could have ever eased this.”

“The rut?” Soobin grumbled; a nod from the fox confirming the dog’s thoughts as they kept constant tabs on you, now they knew what was at stake. Your body and mind. You were no longer in a state to make decisions; in the most loving sense. And you trusted each other as a trio, entirely.

“When did you last sleep with him, baby?” Yeonjun mumbled, gaining your attention with pinched eyes and words spoken against your lips.

“Last month…” You managed; slurring with a heavy tongue.

"Did he make you cum?" Yeonjun purred; sharp orange eyes unmoving in your vision. 

But you were distracted by his guidance to slowly slide on his cock.

“Pay attention, baby - did he help you feel good?”

"No…" You whimpered. Shaking your head. And you hid your face in his shoulder. Weak. Sensitive. Embarrassed. So needy.

The dog hummed in thought.

“Well then - probably some built-up tension, considering how much slick is on your legs, Jun.” 

You both peered down. Soobin was right. Yeonjun’s thighs were soaked, as if a bottle of lube had dropped out of the heavens and onto his lap. The thicker slick had started mixing with Yeonjun's leaking cock; the pulsing of his head warning of an upcoming knot and squishing the mixed fluids out of you and onto the leather.

“My new seats… You guys are killing me.” The dog sighed, squeezing the fist around his cock with a loud groan.

“Do you want to cum again, love?”  Yeonjun prompted, nuzzling at the cheek that shied away from him. “Fair warning; I’m gonna knot if you keep squeezing me like that.”

You shivered; and quickly nodded, sitting up to hold his shoulders. He guided you on a slow, heavy pace that pumped you full of your own slick and his cum. Squelching filthily; with no resistance at all. 

But Yeonjun’s arms soon grew tired. Plus, he could feel you burning up.

“Turn around for me angel,” Yeonjun spoke; and guided you - dripping on his thighs as you went - to turn in the seat. “Lean on the console, it’s cold; should help with the fever.”

He didn’t need to hear you speak; nor did he expect it now. But your sigh upon resting the hot skin of your torso on the long dashboard was obvious enough. 

Your body melted into the coolness of the smooth surface against your hot skin; eyes closed as you moaned in relief and your hips circled on his cock in the mindless pursuit of pleasure.

“Better?” Yeonjun chuckled. 

You nodded, visibly eased. Face in your arms; moaning with relief on the glass dash.

“God. She looks blown out.” Soobin moaned, noting that you had stopped verbally responding; scent drunk, full and mindless beyond feelings. He guessed Yeonjun's cock had started pulsating by now; and that you were due to start drooling.

“She is.” The fox confirmed with a tick in his jaw. Soobin hummed a growl in response.

You had submitted to them fully. Mind and body. Wanting nothing more than to be fucked full until your bones ached.

“Ready?” Yeonjun prompted. You nodded. He ran his hand down your spine before guiding your hips back; elbows holding you up on the dashboard; hands spread wide but weak to the grip Yeonjun had on your hips, the love handles that you had, controlling your movement without pain.

He pressed the head of his cock to your entrance before tilting your hips forward; then back as you sunk onto him. The pace was slow. And it made your whole body tingle with pleasure. 

Eventually; after a few forward lifts and drags of him guiding you until you had worked to his size better; he let go. And spread his hands over your waist and atop your skirt.

The fox hummed, with a deep groan. “Can I take this off, little fawn? You seem to be holding onto it…”

You missed a beat; shy. 

“Do I need to?” You mumbled, unheard were it not for his hearing. Yeonjun kissed your spine with a slightly troubled frown. He shared a look with Soobin, who looked affected by your words.

Clearly, the two of you knew something he didn’t.

“I’d like to see all of you - beautiful?” Yeonjun mumbled, curiously. Thumbs patient on your heated skin. 

He wasn’t about to force you, but he understood why unwrapping that layer of yourself so quickly into the relationship would feel revealing. But for the bond to stick, it was necessary to get these things out of the way. 

“I love you. And I promise I won’t judge. Probably nothing I haven’t seen before...”

With a shaky exhale you nodded; helping Yeonjun shimmy the half-unzipped skirt up and over your shoulders, now completely bare. Upon leaning back onto the dash; he saw exactly why you had resisted. 

In the space between your hip joints sat a tail; light brown with white underneath. Yeonjun smoothed his hand to the space between your shoulder blades then back down and chittered; ears down once more.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, pretty girl,” Yeonjun affirmed; smile wide and eyes crescented as you heaved a relieved sigh and relaxed your tense thighs once more. 

“You’re gorgeous; head to toe. Ready?”

You nodded, mostly to yourself, then began moving again. Riding him at a rhythmic, relaxed pace. Torso leaning on the dash. Thighs burning; but immeasurable to the need to move.

A sudden deep warmth spread up your lower spine, pelvis and behind; so sensitive it was almost ticklish. And your cunt gushed at each push of friction. 

“Junnie -?!” You moaned loudly at the unfamiliar spike of tingles that struck up your spine.

“Feel good gorgeous?” He giggled; finding the twitching of the muscles in your lower back entirely cute. You obviously agreed; squeezing him deep and panting for breath at the entirety of your back tingling. 

“Bet Gyu never even touched you here.” 

Yeonjun was massaging at the space above and underneath your tail, his grip on your waist helping you to move your hips; up and down in solid pumps as you intended to work until your core burned. With the promise of Soobin doing nothing but ploughing into you soon, you were happy to hump him like a bunny until you were physically unable.

You nodded; “Yeah - yes, yes Jun, yes, feels good ~”, as drunk as ever.

Yeonjun snickered and tugged at your hips; spanking you plain and wide on the ass to make your knees melt and lose pace.

Soobin groaned with a growl beside you both; vibration jittering your teeth. He seemed to be edging himself for his turn; leaking onto his fists with blown-out eyes and huffs to stay contained.

But he didn’t need to wait long; as Yeonjun was already thick and heavy inside your cunt and had started meeting your thrusts. You knew he was close when his juts were shorter into your guts but harder, and he yowled lowly with a gritted jaw and flat ears.

“Junnie -” You whined loudly, grasping for his attention, and keened a backwards bend into your hips to fuck with his head a bit more; “Want you to cum in me - want you to - use me -”

Your mewling, weak requests threw Yeonjun over the line. 

He fucked you deep and made you cry out while bouncing on his lap; waiting for you to start shaking before gripping your ass and pushing you forward and off; hot spurts of cum slopping all over your ass and lower back in thick ropes. 

To boot it all; he pulled you back onto his cock and pulled you back to sink his canines into your shoulder blade. He had pushed his cock back in at the right time; as it had started expanding, from head to base, filling you until cum slopped out of your cunt in pressured waves.

“Fuck - you’re so tight, never had a knot this good - keep going baby - keep squeezing me, fuck -”

Even as your first orgasm settled, Yeonjun was still cumming as your body quivered and burning pain spread like wildfire over your shoulder blade; holding you into an arch via your breasts that were squeezed tight. You came hard once more; cunt squeezing in waves as you gyrated and cried, tears on your cheek from pure mind-wiping bliss. 

As soon as Yeonjun’s cock deflated and he let go of your torso; you slumped forward onto the dash, hair scattered and panting for both to see. He held your hips steady, to slowly remove his cock and see you drip out onto the seat, while you placed your cheek on the glass to make eye contact with Soobin in all this sinful glory.

“You look good, doll,” Soobin growled lowly, head back and posture relaxed. His voice was gravelly and his eyes were almost black; visibly tense. “Marked up and used.”

You moaned wantonly, putty in their hands

“Wan be with you Soonie ~” You whined. Covered in Yeonjun's marks; and soon to be covered in his. 

You ached for it all.  

“I know you do, love,” Soobin growled like a purr on his lips. “We had to give Junnie his chance, hmm?”

A lesson in patience.

“Yes, Soonie.” You exhaled; head thrown back at Yeonjun's tug of your ribs; intent on scenting your new shoulder bite. A pleasing arch to view. “Yes, puppy.”

Soobin smiled. Softly, for a brief second. The name curved the dimples into his cheek even deeper before springing back.

“Feeling smothered enough yet, love? Still want to be bred fully? The scent will stick more when it’s pumped inside your pretty little cunt, I can promise that much.” 

“Yes,” You moaned; and nodded again. “Ready Binnie.”

The three of you took a moment to rest. Soobin guessed you would both be needing to go outside for the size of the cock squeezed into one of his large fists. More space to move you. He chuckled again; your wandering eyes shining in the car lights.

“Come on; let’s go outside for this one ~” Soobin hummed in amusement and got up in a relaxed manner. Kicking the last of his lower clothing onto the floor, minus his shoes.

But you moaned; and straightened up in anticipation; staring back at the fox as the driver's door shut. 

“It’s still wet outside Junnie… We’ll catch a cold?”

At your innocent tone, Yeonjun purred, ears back, eyes sharp, more feral looking than you remembered him ever being. 

That knot had tainted his mind's eye like a love drug. 

He looked up at you in what he thought was a sheepish smile; but in reality, he had chuckled deeply, with a tongue between his sharp and pink-stained teeth and bright angled eyes that left no room for innocence.

“Trust me; you’ll be needing all that space.”

Is all he offered; before the door opened and Soobin slipped his hands down to your elbows; cool against your hot, awaiting, reaching limbs.

You would be lying if you said Soobin was being gentle with you. But you would also be lying if you said you cared. You were pliant in his hold. Pulled out of the car and into the rain; senses flushed with cold air and dampness that wet your lungs. The rain was gentle in its pouring, but endless; and it could do nothing to wash away the sins that had already marked your body. You’d be smelling like them for weeks.

“Stand up.” Soobin mumbled, gruffly with yet another tug. Handling you like a familiar doll; he supported you just enough to dip his shoulder to your waist and hoist you into the air with no effort; solid hands on your thighs and cunt exposed to the sky; making Yeonjun kiss his teeth behind him in the rain. 

“Go easy on her, dog.” The fox hissed. “She won’t be able to handle one of your moods in this state.”

The fox’s reflective eyes bounced against the dark colour of the car and struck a nerve deep in your soul. Soobin rolled his eyes, but made a sound of agreement; pushing the door shut with his hip.

“Yeah, sure.”

He didn’t say anything to you while walking around the car, but your heart was hammering in your chest; pumping blood down toward your brain and making you dizzy. 

Soobin set you down in one quick motion; back pressed to the long wet hood of the car. Your hair fanned and quickly stuck to the wet surface, body shadowed by his. You inhaled a large heave of breath; hands immediately finding purchase on his shoulders, in his hair, on his neck.

He was so close, and warm, and he smelt like home.

“You’re doing so well, angel,” Soobin growled gently; and wasted no time in moving. He seemingly didn’t want to wait or hold back and you didn’t blame him, after waiting so patiently for so long. 

“Did Jun knot for you, love?” 

He dipped his head to lick from between your chest to up under your chin, acknowledging your soft whine and nod of confirmation - but the new mark of indented teeth, puffy and sore on your neck, stopped him from moving any further; and his mind flashed white at the feral need to suck and faux bite over the other partners' markings - your innocent moans pattered and echoed in the night as he pressed onto your body against the hood. You felt weighted, safe, and secure.

“Y-yes Binnie… Felt good…” You mumbled, shy.

“I bet.” He chuckled softly. No jealousy in his tone, to your surprise. “He must have been holding back for you, love - it was super quick.” 

You were going to acknowledge and agree with this act of nicety; were it not for Soobin moving down your body with his lips to suck a bite into the thin skin between your chest over your ribs. You could happily die like this. Being gnawed on by a dog in the cool of the rain until your purity was sapped and you became theirs.

He would ask you if you were cold - if you wanted to put his or Yeonjun’s jackets on - but your skin was burning with rut fever. He could feel it on his tongue; his skin. The way you melted against him like honey and raised his body temperature; pressing his body weight on top of yours until your knees tucked up and your ankles crossed over his lower back. 

He couldn’t help himself; pulling back up your torso to bite at your oesophagus in a way that made you keen with a moan up and into his body.

“Binnie - leave Junnie's mark -” you pleaded, gasps pattered and cunt pulsing at the dog's selfish scenting. “- you can make a new one -” Soobin growled; but acknowledged your plea and moved to dip down to your crotch. 

Rain hit your face when he moved away, and you made a quiet noise of surprise.

Before you could say anything; Soobin's hands were on the back of your thighs to encourage them up; already acutely aware of what you needed. “Cover your eyes,” Soobin growled into the back of your thighs; sucking hickeys until his knees hit the ground and he tugged you down to the edge of the hood. 

The two of you were on the driver's side; Yeonjun's view was muddy from inside of the wet glass, but apparently good enough that he sat with his head back and lazily jerked himself off. 

“With your forearm.” Your hip bone vibrated; bringing back your attention.

You followed his instruction; and covered your eyes with both arms.

But quickly gripped Soobin’s hair between your legs with one; as Soobin swiped his wide, flat tongue up your cunt and underneath your clit. Like a thirsty hound, he lapped at your folds; sucking and growling at your sensitive cries before spitting his full cheeks of cum and slick back out onto your abdomen.

He dipped again, holding your legs as you twitched and moaned at the way he gyrated his tongue; moving in circles under your clit until your gut twisted and you squeezed more liquid out; caught readily by his open jaw that lapped it into his mouth.

It was a filthy, revolving process; but he wasn’t going to give up until you begged, or had no nectar left to push back out.

“You taste fucking beautiful, little deer.” 

Soobin growled after spitting the thick stringy liquid onto your cunt; only to wipe his mouth on your thigh and repeat.

“Y-yeah?” You whined, hips twitching at each sensitive lap up into your hole. But his grip was strong, and you weren’t going anywhere.

“Mhm -” Soobin groaned; sucking with a slack jaw at your cunt; tongue lapping up against your entrance and dipping barely inside to tease you before pulling away with a grunt. Spitting onto the soft of your belly to see it drip down your hips and stay there in a little pool. “Thick, sweet cherry. But Jun’s citrus is in there too. My new favourite taste.”

He dipped again; lapping until you squealed and your cunt pushed out more of the warm sinful mix. He growled lowly; letting it drip out onto his tongue, before spitting so quickly to catch the rest of it, that a string splashed up your torso and dripped over your ribs onto the car.

“Ngh - really Binnie? Even - even with - Junnie?” 

Your breath was becoming laboured. Short, sharp and desperate. 

Soobin pointed his ears up, more towards your face and away from your squelching core. You were talking about Yeonjun's cum; painted on your stomach, on your back, mixed with your slick, all over you. The hound growled a pleasant hum in thought but answered without hesitation. 

“Particularly with Junnie’s spunk inside and all over you, love. The two of you were made for each other.”

“Make that three, Binnie ~” You whined, releasing his hair to grip the hood. Trembling. Twitching. Sensitive.

“Sure.” He chuffed in agreement. “The three of us go well together.”

He pulled the flat of his tongue up underneath your clit; and wiggled it until you cried and twitched; open mouth kissing and sucking the squeezing, slopping drip out of your cunt. 

He wondered if it would ever end.

“Mmm -” He grumbled. The next spit was lazy and connected to his chin as it dripped onto your pelvic bone. “I’ve always been a fan of nice, hot, cream pie.”

Soobin chuckled a reasonable amount to himself for that one. It was more like a fruit medley, but you truly did smell and taste fucking delectable, and he couldn’t believe he was able to experience such a thing in this lifetime. 

You were too far gone for the joke to hit; so your innocence softened him. He connected his fingers with your own outreaching ones. Lapping a few tester swipes into your cunt.

“Ngh - Binnie - please - ah -”

That was enough teasing. You had started to beg, and that was all he wanted. He just wanted to have his fill. To make sure he had the power (and you, the submission) to cry out his name. Plus; Yeonjun had already worked you open; you just needed an even bigger stretch. And he didn’t want you out in the rain for too long, just in case.

You smiled bashfully to yourself with butterflies as he prodded around your skin with short nips and a pressing tongue. He was trying to find your pulse. And knew he had got it when you moaned; twitching at the bite on your inner thigh.

“Bite.” Soobin forewarned, soft and calm in tone.

Your slick and Yeonjun's cum had melted on Soobin's tongue; sticking to his gums as he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your thigh. It was a lot less intense of a scratching pain than Yeonjun's; this one was placed with love, and he was slow and gentle. His teeth were bigger and sunk in deeper, but they were blunt at the tip. Whatever infection you would usually be worried about, was dissipated in this state of lust and submission. 

He broke the skin with a grunt and growled in comforting waves as you whined, and reached for him. He closed it gently too; kissing, licking, peppering the area with praise until the wound closed to stop bleeding.

“You’re doing so well, gorgeous,” Soobin mumbled against your skin; before losing himself in the process of scenting your thigh with his cheek. His eyes closed and his tall pointed ears folded to his dark hair, dimples and a pleasant flush to his skin visible even in the rain. “I’m so proud of how well you’re bonding with us. Who would have ever thought? A doe, a fox, a dog.”

He opened an eye to smile up at you, to meet the reflective doe eyes that peeked up at him underneath your forearm. Your expression was shy, but you would be brave for him. And shared a gentle moment of love.

He pulled away from your thigh with a groan, rising from the ground. 

“On your stomach please angel.” Soobin guided, gruffly. “Let’s get this rut fucked out of you, hmm? Pretty girl? Then some loving, when we take you back to ours? Yeonjun can sit with you in the back on the way there.”

You giggled; and nodded with a drunk smile. Soobin squeezed your hand before releasing; gripping your hips to flip you over; leaning over you afterwards so his longer arms entrapped you. 

He placed his hand between your ear and shoulder; you gulped at the idea of being unable to move once he started; remembering the way he ploughed into his fist with absolutely no remorse.

“Want me to make it quick? Or do you want to ride this one out? It’s your rut gorgeous, so you tell me.”

You would’ve loved to answer immediately, but Soobin was swiping the head of his cock up and down your slit and pressing into your entrance. You moaned in a long whine as Soobin spat onto your joined bodies before pushing his long, thick cock up into your tight, warm cunt. It was a stretch from entrance to belly, and you shook in pleasure while he paused and waited for your body to accommodate. 

“Fuck - you take me so good baby -” Soobin groaned, holding himself up with strong back muscles once he had hit your tight muscles; thrusting shallowly to get rid of the last excess cum taking up space inside of your walls. He was already leaking, and even Yeonjun from inside the car could smell his heavy woody scent inside your gut. 

“One thing’s for sure -” He groaned, shallowly thrusting to hear you choke, rain on his back dripping enough for him to shake his head. He dipped to heave hot air onto your cheek, steaming in the winter air, growling lowly. “- I’m going to knot so tight inside your pretty little cunt, my tiny little doe, you won’t be able to go anywhere without us for the next month.”

You gasped; crying out at his filthy words of warning and his sudden abrupt jut up into your gut. “O-oh -” You whined, flexing your feet to press against him. He hit deeper than Yeonjun. And you imagined you wouldn’t be taking his cock this much, if at all, were it not for the slick and the cum and the being already-knotted-in. Your body relaxed even more in submission, and he pressed one final time until he hit your cervix.

“Quickly Binnie,” You puttered. “Please, want it quickly, I need you, please…”

It was done. 

Your wish was his command and he was happy to oblige.

Soobin placed his hands above your shoulders and spread his palms wide to steady himself and keep you trapped; key anchors to help him thrust like the gods depended on it. Each thick pull and pump against your tight hot walls made you cry out and curl your toes in mind-melding delight. Contracting all the way through until his cock began to twitch and swell. 

Something about it. Something about this scene.

Something about Soobin thrusting into you so hard that the car jolted on every second exhale. 

Something about your body going numb with pleasure; guts ploughed, fucked full of thick squelching cum until your stomach swelled. 

Something about your bare skin squeaking on the wet hood of the car, gripping him, and any corner to stay sane.

Moaning; crying so loud for only the forest to hear.

Until your cunt pulsed and you came hard, and slow; melting with shivers into the cool metal of the car, craning back to reach him.

Soobin lowered himself as you fell apart. His toned chest covered your back and he buried his face into your neck, encapsulating you. His elbows hit the hood and he held your shoulders from underneath you as his thrusts became more and more abrupt until they hurt; smacking your cervix and making you shake. 

He thrusted in deep low ruts until your insides almost split from pleasure; cum pressing out in waves down your thighs and sliding off the river of rain onto the gravel.

Then finally, his knot began to swell. 

The base flared and he pumped you full of cum until you were stretched to your limits; stomach bumping with the pressure; seeing stars, milking him and breathless. You moaned, and you whined and you pressed up against him with a twitching body; so much that Soobin held you tight.

You were finally satiated.

Your mind was clear again.

Finally; release.

For the first time in possibly weeks, you felt cold. You hadn't realised it had been that long until you felt it. Like the sudden Autumn chill after Summer had gone, the goosebumps were clear and quick. 

Soobin expected it; the sudden drop in your body temperature that is, as he sheltered you from the shower of rain that pattered into a slow stop. His ear flicked, and he nuzzled your cheek. Along with your body temp dipping; you had stopped moving and whimpering.

“Feeling better angel?” Soobin huffed, patiently. “The rains stopped. So has your heat.”

You were spent. Blinking back into the world. You were only able to nod.

He kissed your cheek with praises that you couldn’t quite decipher and moved on strong arms to pull out, plugging your hole with three fingers before gesturing to Yeonjun in the car to grab the wipes in his dash and console. The car door opened, and you rested against the metal with half-closed eyes as a large cloth - spare and unused for cleaning the inner windows for condensation in the winter - was thrown over the car and into Soobin's reach. Yeonjun got back in for a moment to hide the unsightly mess he had made all over the seat.

You were surrounded by them. Their scents, body, warmth. And you felt safe. For the first time since the accident; you could let go again.

“Fucked you like you needed it, hmm, little Doe? Let's try not to make a habit of that. I don’t want to see you that sick, hopefully ever again.”

Soobin ran his nails over your small sensitive tail to un-matt some of the fur that gelled together after the cum and the rain. He patted it when it shook, body language to stop, and made a mental note to help you with personal hygiene surrounding your tail later - as no doubt Beomgyu barely even looked after his, let alone coached you with yours.

"'m- 'm- c-cold, Bin," You jittered, nodding, but confused. Fucked silly and weak. “‘m great, but c-cold…” 

You flinched harshly as he wiped around your lower abdomen still pressed to the car, and Yeonjun’s dried cum on your lower back. Soobin once again knelt to the ground to quickly lap at the space around your labia to swallow what he could, before rising and swiping his mouth then your inner thighs with the cloth.

"I know, gorgeous," Soobin grumbled affectionately, wiping the last of the slick from between your legs. "Jun will sit with you soon." 

You failed to connect the dots. Why would that even matter? But you would soon come to realise; that there was a reason why foxes could stay out in the cold for so long.

“Stay there angel. Don’t move without our help.” Soobin ordered. He retreated for a moment, shuffling around in the car, trying to look for something. Disposing the rag into a box that would disguise the scent for now, enough to get home and burn it.

Such a simple distance made your heartbeat patter. You released a small whine, coughing as it escaped unexpectedly, and the other guardian nearby - watching and waiting - answered the call immediately. 

The car door opened, and the fox timidly cantered out to sit on the hood of the car next to you. His hands in his pocket. Head tilted with a concerned but lovingly amused expression.

He brought his soft palm to your spine and brushed over your cold rippling muscles and tail. A disapproving hissing sound escaped between his teeth. Your skin was lower in temperature than earlier. Not ice cold, but dipping quickly, and compared to how hot you had been burning up, it was a shock.

You rose on extremely weak forearms and accepted Yeonjun’s aid as he tugged you to sit up and lean into his side. He held you up by an arm around your waist and your face rested on his broader shoulder. You practically folded into him; arms in his lap, limp.

"You still with us, little Doe?" Yeonjun mumbled, kissing your eyes. 

He kissed you wherever he could, and brushed the hair out of your face to check your condition, thumb over the height of your cheek. But he quickly saw that you were okay. That Soobin hadn't ruined you like he had been concerned about. You had just been fucked silly and needed some love. 

“Floating away, little one?” He eased into a one-cheeked soft smile. 

You nodded, melting into him the best you could at this angle. 

“That’s okay.” He mumbled. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. Close your eyes.”

He was so warm. So delightfully fresh smelling. So comforting to be near. So you trusted him, his enveloping voice, and shut your eyes.

"You truly did fuck the rut out of her, hmm?" Yeonjun spoke while looking to you; but turned his head. "I'm impressed."

You peeled open an eye. But the question wasn't aimed at you. And you started joining some tired dots. 

Soobin shrugged nonchalantly behind the car door, shuffling his jeans back up his toned legs and chucking his belt into the back seat. There was little to no weakness in his knees; surprising given the workout, knot and release that had just happened. Such was Soobin. The guy was trained to be this way. He was bred for it.

"Sure - it's nothing. She was burning up and needed it badly. Happy to help out."

"She sure did." Yeonjun hummed in amusement. Taking a moment to run his nose over your hairline and kiss your forehead, aware of your shivering and jittering teeth next to him. 

The sex was a kindness that either of them would do again; the bonding was something more personal and securing on the relationship between the three of you. 

"I take it you're going to be having a word with Gyu, at some point?"

Soobin growled audibly and shook off the immediate irritation of hearing his name by slamming the back-end car door with a snarl. You didn't even flinch, Yeonjun noted, watching the doe eyes that fluttered on his shoulder. His hand strayed to tuck your hair behind your ear, thumb pressing over your cold cheek. Releasing once you pressed further into him.

"Yeah." Soobin grit. "Can't believe he'd let her suffer like that. And for that fucking long. Man's sick, and twisted, and needs to be given a heads up on Hybrid-decency."

Yeonjun hummed to muse his words, but no matter the tone, he knew it was just Soobin's protective anger talking. 

"Not always as simple as that Bin, you know that." 

Yeonjun sat so patiently as you reached for him. As Soobin raged your fists curled into the curve of Yeonjun’s waist. Your face drifted closer and closer to his exposed neck until you huffed for him to come closer. Yeonjun leaned in, and ran his fingers through your hair, pressing his finger pads over your bites to check they were closed, holding your cheek, keeping constant tabs on your heartbeat and your breathing. 

You were so cold. He was eager to get you back to their den, as soon as he could. You needed to find a place in your new home. Because that’s what this was now; a new beginning. One of guidance, loyalty, calm and trust. 

You would never fall when they were there to hold you up.

Soobin huffed a sigh and released his shoulders.  

"Yeah. I just wish he would have told me sooner. Would have been a lot easier. A lot less suffering. A lot less of her, suffering alone, confused, blue-balled, afraid - I mean - can you imagine June? All of that tension and self-restraint on your first rut… I would have gone insane, Jun! Fucking wild!"

Yeonjun shrugged. Lips in a pout. 

"But; she didn’t, and he did tell you, eventually. Hence us all being together tonight. You never know, maybe he was insanely stressed about it. Maybe he didn't know exactly… what to do, how to help her out. You know as well as me that they’ve been having issues, pup. Sometimes things just don't work out. Seems to have gone that way, sooner than we realised."

Soobin passed the shirt in his hand between his palms, sulking.

"You know what he's like, Bin. A chronic worrier. Would rather bury his head in the sand until it's too late. Let's just be thankful that we - that you - caught it when you did. Could have gone a hell of a lot worse. Ain't that right doll? You're all good now, hmm? All good with us from now on?"

Soobin looked up to see Yeonjun's forehead meeting your own tired and dazed one. The hound blinked out of his anger and his chest pained. Yeonjun’s irises had contracted, and his ears had softened, and he allowed you to watch his beautiful amber eyes until you laid your cheek back onto his shoulder; submissive, trusting, calm.

You weren’t listening to their discussion, but that was more to the point. You had come to them for aid and they had answered. Beomgyu had tried, but it wasn’t meant to be. Such is life.

No anger can stay strong in the presence of all that love.

“I’m glad we stayed with her,” Soobin grumbled, ears softening, eyes downcast. Tail pressed between his legs. “I’ve been so worried since the accident. She needed so much love and Beomgyu just… didn’t know what to do with all of that. I’m glad we found out, I just hate to think we could’ve helped sooner.”

Yeonjun purred softly. Soobin meant well. He just found it hard to take action in the right way. Or speak before he moved. Or articulate exactly what it was he was feeling. They were opposites in this sense. Yeonjun was sharp and swift by nature; born to survive no matter what. Soobin was bred to be brash and bold; to frighten and intimidate and to conquer. 

Both needed each other for balance. Both of them needed you, to teach them new things.

"Exactly. What’s done is done. I’m proud of you for staying by her side and not rushing things.”

Soobin peered up at Yeonjun's softened voice and whined softly. He tilted his head and his tail patted in a display of affection. He looked to the floor as he spoke his troubles with a weak tenor.

“How are we going to fit all of her stuff in the apartment, June?”

Soobin's voice was stuffed full of emotion. Yeonjun's ears folded this time, and his own tail patted. He held out his hand.

“Come here, Bin.”

Soobin shuffled toward you both, eyes stuck on you until he reached Yeonjun. The fox slipped his hand to Soobin’s elbow; kissing the hound's cheek, then rubbing his ears on the parts he could reach, small chitters causing you to open your eyes. Soobin pressed a hand onto the crown of your head and kissed your hair. The three of you were connected and in love.

“It doesn’t matter, pup, we’ll figure it out. We’ll talk with Beomgyu soon. But she’s ours to worry about for now. Like, right now. She needs to be in a warm den, Soob. Let’s hurry and get her back to ours before she starts to panic.”

"Yeah," Soobin cleared his throat with a nod. "Here - she can wear this." 

Yeonjun accepted the fabric passed to him. A large, white, gym shirt, lightly used. Yeonjun was quick to release Soobin's elbow; burying his face in it with a low yowling groan, rolling his eyes, swearing under his breath.

"Fuck, smells good pup."

The dog smirked with a slight roll of his eyes. Touched by his open admiration. Yeonjun loved his scent, and would often bury himself in it, whenever Soobin allowed. The dog combed his fingers through Yeonjun's dishevelled black and orange hair; avoiding the gel spots to scratch behind his companion’s black-tipped ear. Yeonjun shut his eyes with a shiver and a chitter.

"Can she sit in the back with you?" Soobin grumbled, smoothing the fox’s hair back in place to then move away; opening the driver's door and closing the boot in one long, swift line of motion. The dog was big, after all.

"Sure. Of course." Yeonjun nodded, delicately. As if he would leave you to sit by yourself. 

Yeonjun turned to stand and help you move in the light of the campsite lamps. He held you steady as he went, and admired your half-closed eyes and softly postured lips. You were shivering, and drowsy, just about paying attention to his tactile guidance, let alone his voice. Deer pupils blown out to the corners of your mind.

"Come on, arms up for me baby-doll. Let's get you warmed up." 

Yeonjun moved to shuffle the shirt over your head and it fit like a mini dress. And, Yeonjun was right, it did smell good. Some hints of cologne, but mostly Soobin's natural scent.

"Where is… Binnie…" You moaned absently. 

"Right here gorgeous." Soobin chuckled. He was leaning on his door with his long arms, watching as Yeonjun shuffled you forward, ready to carry you into the warm seats with him. “You want me instead?”

Your face heated in embarrassment when you processed what had happened. You didn’t mean to call out for him so openly. You were just thinking he was with you one minute, and then gone the next - 

“No…”

The boys chuckled.

"Arms please, cutie," Yeonjun whispered, closer to your face, obscuring your line of vision and waiting for you to hold his neck. He was moving carefully and slowly so you didn’t startle, but he hadn't expected you to miss his command completely. 

He chuckled at the rubbing of your cheek against his and began purring at you. Your attempt to scent yourself on him. It was simply adorable. Messy, as you followed your nose, but he stayed still for a moment until you felt comforted enough and melted into his shoulders.

"Thank you, baby." Yeonjun purred - thank you for scenting me - and gently gripped your arms to place them around his neck. He hummed, scooping under your ass and lifting you onto his hip in one quick motion with unreasonable ease. 

He carried you to the passenger side back door, Soobin's hand to your head as the boys exchanged a forehead bump and Yeonjun dipped with you in his hold. He shuffled so his foot was on the console; one knee up to stop you falling backwards. Arms encircling you and pulling up the coats from the floor to rest over your legs.

You shut your eyes right as Soobin flicked the inner car lights off; in a dreamlike state. 

The car was heavily scented; to the point of discomfort for the Canidae. But the inside was warm for you, and that was the most important thing. The boys could risk a stray boner to keep you happy and comforted; as these next few hours would determine the rest of your bonded life together. However long it may last.

"Junnie -" You moaned airily, calling for him. "F-feet…" 

You tried to speak, but couldn’t form the words. Your brain was empty and your tongue was heavy in your mouth.

Yeonjun chittered and pressed a kiss to your cheekbone. His warm palms pressed at your ice-cold feet, gauging temp. He made a noise of shock and answered you before you could even explain. Yeonjun covered your feet with his tail. The same bushy-tail foxes would use to fight the cold of the night. The fur warmed your feet instantly and you chuffed in delight, eyes closed and body liquid in his hold. 

"Better?" He hummed in amusement. You were speaking non-verbally; without deer ears, it was hard for them to track your emotions, but the soft puts of air and gloats helped them immensely.

You nodded but made a soft noise like a deer in distress. You wanted to be in a warm bed, under covers, surrounded by them. You didn’t need to speak, he understood your discomfort already.

"I know." Yeonjun purred back with a laugh, pressing hot airy kisses to your ear. "You’ll be home soon, doll. Relax your body, I can take it. Lean into me."

You wanted to meld into him. So you did. You dropped your face to his warm neck and released the tension in your thighs. Nose directly in the crook of his neck, and moaned softly. His arms squeezed you to him gently, and his tail curled in the squeeze of an embrace.

"Get some sleep angel. It's a decently long drive." 

"Cold… " Your quiet voice was so strained in an effort to speak that Yeonjun yowled with a heaving heart. He kissed your hair; combing through the wet as best as he could. Holding the coats to your skin.

Soobin smiled, watching you through the mirror. Your tired face had a crease in its centre; brows creased, eyes shut and nose pressed to his baby boy's skin. He was doing such a good job of caring for you. Soobin's heart beat heavily.

"You'll be alright, Y/N. It's just - the fever’s gone - for a little while at least. You'll be burning up like a furnace and humping the air again in the morning, probably. Would be surprised if it lasted longer than another day. Just takes a while to get it out of your system."

You nodded in response; light and accepting.

"Are you warm enough, love?" Soobin spoke softly. Voice low, dimples deep and eyelids dipped. 

Yeonjun chittered, and his ears pulled back. He looked shy, in a way you had never seen before. And you felt the beat of his heart pick up, Adam's apple bobbing.

"Sure am." He smiled. Even his voice - he was quick, eager to answer, and coy. 

"Good. Feeling okay?" 

Yeonjun nodded shyly again. 

"If you start feeling the effects of the rut, just let me know. I can take over."

Another timid, gentle nod.

"Thanks Bin-Bin. I think we're okay back here, for now. I may need a break when we get home though." 

"No problem." Soobin's dimples deepened with his smile, throwing in a wink. "Let's go. You’ll have to excuse the mess at home Y/N. It’s only ever been us two guys living together, after all."

Oh, how all your lives were due to change.

UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.I HERE.......]

well would you look at that: updated 5/DECEMBER/2023