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Yeonjun tossed a blueberry in the air and caught it between his teeth, making a cheerful, startled chirp and flashing it at his boyfriend. Soobin let out an impressed “ oh ,” along with a polite clap before poking the blueberry between his teeth and snickering. 

“See! I told you I could do it,” Yeonjun said as he munched, grabbing a handful from the little package they’d bought at the corner store on the way to the park. The sun was warm on the back of his hand as he funneled them into his mouth, blinking against its pleasant shine.

“Is this what you and Taehyun do on your study dates instead of homework?” Soobin asked, picking up Yeonjun’s previous failed attempts around their picnic blanket and throwing them into the grass for the ducks that were lingering nearby. His eyes were sparkling with mischief, but his dimples made Yeonjun feel all warm and fuzzy, even if he was being a tease.

“Oi, are you making fun of me? After I showed you such a cool trick?” Yeonjun clicked his tongue, swiftly yanking the arm Soobin was propping himself up with from under him. The man collapsed to the blanket, scoffing and pulling a giggling Yeonjun down into his arms. They quickly dissolved into play fighting, Soobin’s hands around his wrists as Yeonjun tried to get his sticky fingers on him, both snickering like children as they rolled around on the blanket. Yeonjun got on top of him, bearing his teeth and trying to snarl but sounding rather ridiculous. Soobin rumbled out a playful growl in response—easily blowing his impression out of the water with the real werewolf vibrato of it. It was cute and Yeonjun cooed at him, Soobin’s ears instantly growing red and lips pouting.

From behind them, a couple of girls snorted rudely as they watched, whispering amongst themselves. Soobin suddenly stilled, smile faltering and lips closing back around his fangs. He let go of Yeonjun. Yeonjun sat back on his knees, frowning down at his boyfriend, who had turned his head away, trying to hide his grimace from Yeonjun.

Yeonjun instantly turned a searing gaze to the girls, and they looked away, trying to act like they hadn’t been talking about them.

“Stop, it’s okay,” Soobin grumbled, grabbing Yeonjun’s arm and trying to drag him back down to the blanket. 

Yeonjun tore his arm away. “It is not,” he said. “What did they say, tell me,” he demanded. Soobin, being a werewolf, had a far superior hearing to his own, and often Yeonjun only knew people were talking shit because of how bad his boyfriend was at hiding his reaction. Werewolves had been integrated into human society almost half a century ago, far before these bitches were born, but the speciesism still lingered. Even if it was only in whispers and micro-aggression most of the time, Yeonjun found it insanely aggravating. He found his boyfriend's compliance even more so, but he understood where he was coming from. It was fine, though, he would be the bad guy for him. “ Soobin .”

“Ugh,” Soobin threw an arm over his face, voice muffled, “they were joking about how you could feel safe around someone like me. That if a ‘mutt’ growled at them like that they’d call the police. One of them made a homophobic joke as well.”

Yeonjun scoffed, pushing his tongue into his cheek. “Fucking bitches.” 

“Just leave it, babe. People always say shit like that, whatever,” Soobin muttered, going on his phone to act like he didn’t care. However, Yeonjun had dated him long enough to recognize the little upset wrinkle between his brows that he couldn’t control.

“It’s not whatever . This isn’t the fucking 70s.” Yeonjun glared at them and they started to shift uncomfortably. He turned back to Soobin, grinning. “Well,” he said far louder than necessary, “it’s fine because those are the ugliest bitches I’ve ever seen.” The girls balked at him.

“ Yeonjun,” Soobin begged quietly, tugging at his sleeve and hiding his face behind his hand. 

“What? They’re just jealous because all they can score are ugly, alcoholic, frat boys with micropenises . I feel bad for them .” Yeonjun threw them a look over his shoulder, eyes raking over them with a distasteful sneer. When they only stared at him, scoffing in disbelief, he uncurled his middle finger at them and stuck his tongue out, moaning obnoxiously. He laughed when they rolled their eyes and got up to leave, fun ruined and embarrassed by his display. It was a good thing he was shameless.

“Oh my god,” Soobin groaned, burying his face into Yeonjun’s legs and trying to curl up as small as possible—which wasn’t very small for a guy like him. He was smiling a little, though, and Yeonjun made a pleased hmph as he turned his back to them, petting Soobin’s fluffy hair. 

“People are so fucking weird. Like literally what is the big deal? How many statistics need to come out about how werewolves aren’t any more violent than humans? Like we’re studying in a liberal state and still , people are specist. All we were doing is enjoying the fucking park…” 

Soobin shrugged, unfurling a little as Yeonjun continued to pet him, secondhand embarrassment wearing off. “We can turn into giant monsters, it scares humans.”

“You don’t turn into monsters , it’s just part of who you are. Plus, that’s people's own prejudice that they need to get over,” Yeonjun grumbled, blowing some hair out of his face hotly. His whole picnic was ruined now, feeling rather sour about the state of the world. 

“I don’t know, I think you’d feel different if you saw my wolf,” Soobin snickered, trying to be light-hearted. All he succeeded in doing was triggering Yeonjun’s well-trained oh-this-is-a-Soobin-insecurity alarm, instantly going on the defensive. 

“Is that why you won't let me help during the full moon? You’re scared I’ll be scared?”

“Well, yeah.” Soobin ripped out some grass with his fingers, tearing it into little pieces. “I mean, I know you’re all into werewolf activism lately and reading leftist blogs and stuff, but honestly it’s not as simple as just not being specist. When I turn, I can’t really control myself—it scares me . I barely remember what happens. It’s… I don’t want you to see me like that.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me, you know that,” Yeonjun said, hand moving to rest on the man’s jaw, petting his cheek with a thumb. 

“I would hope not, but… I can’t be entirely sure,” Soobin whispered, throwing his shredded grass to the side and sighing.

Yeonjun’s heart hurt, as it always did when they talked about this kind of thing. Soobin was the kindest, gentlest person he knew—it was one of the reasons he’d fallen head over heels in the first place—and the fact that it didn’t matter at all, and people still only saw him as a vicious beast was so fucking unfair. Soobin wasn’t even allowed to get justifiably upset or raise his voice without worrying about the police being called. Living like that your whole life fucks with you. Yeonjun always felt utterly helpless. 

“I love you,” Yeonjun said, instead, hand snaking down to rest over his boyfriend's heart. “Both sides of you—whether you believe me or not, I do anyway.” 

Soobin met his gaze, lip quivering upward. “Alright,” he said quietly, grabbing Yeonjun’s hand and squeezing. His eyes danced with gratitude. “I love you, too.”

They fell silent for a while after that, Soobin resting his head in his lap and playing with Yeonjun’s fingers. Yeonjun finally cracked open the book he was supposed to be reading for school—the whole reason Soobin dragged him out of the house in the first place. His eyes kept wandering, though, falling to his boyfriend’s face as the man spaced out while squeezing and releasing his hand over and over. 

Yeonjun was reminded of how stunning he was once more, the evening sun setting on his flawless skin and catching the subtle red tones in his brown eyes. Those simmering red-brown eyes, his overall build, and long canines were the only thing that gave away his species, such simple little things that dictated the way people treated him. Yeonjun, being taller and fit himself, had actually been a victim of werewolf prejudice at times despite being entirely human. Which only proved to him how stupid it all was. Sometimes Soobin would wear a face mask to pass, to cover his pretty smile just because he’d accidentally be flashing his canines otherwise; and people treated him nicer when he did.

Yeonjun sighed and looked up at the round moon that hung in the purpling sky.  

“Can’t you let me help tomorrow night?” He prompted gently, not for the first time. Tomorrow the moon would be full, and he’d have to sit alone in their apartment, knowing Soobin was miserable locked in his friend's basement like some sort of fucking animal. He knew it wasn’t something dictated by law or whatever and Soobin chooses to do that to himself, but he still hates it. Yeonjun never slept a lick the night of full moons.

“It’s fine, babe.” Soobin smiled up at him. “Stop worrying about it, I told you I don’t mind just going to Kai’s. We chase our tails and sniff each other's butts or whatever humans think.” He kissed the back of Yeonjun’s hand, grinning at his own stupid joke.

“ I mind…” Yeonjun said with a pout.

Soobin snorted. “You’re so cute, sometimes. What would you even do? Just sit there and read me a book or something? It’s not like we can chat.” 

“I could read you a book if you want,” Yeonjun said seriously.

Soobin laughed, eyes crescented, and shook his head. “No thanks. It makes me most happy to know you’re safe at home, watching cheesy rom-coms or whatever.” He was lying. Yeonjun knew because Kai had told him—after some friendly blackmail-inspired persuading—that Soobin sits and whines at the basement window all night like a lost puppy. He bit his tongue anyway since Soobin was just lying to try to put him at ease.

“I actually usually watch Drag Race because Beomgyu makes me and it sucks,” Yeonjun muttered, feeling rather dejected. He knew he was being a whiny baby about it all, and that Soobin was just gonna say no like he always did—exactly like how he was about having sex for the first time as well—but he was already feeling lonely.

“Hey, watch it, Drag Race can be fun.” Soobin pursed his lips, getting a pitiful snort out of Yeonjun. “Are you guys hanging out tomorrow again?”

“No, he’s back home, remember? His dad slipped a disc so he’s helping his mom at the store.”

“Ah right… What about Taehyun or Wooyoung?”

“Busy as always,” Yeonjun said, sighing. “And, Wooyoung is with his werewolf boyfriend who he helps during the full moon. Apparently, all they do is cuddle together and San has never hurt him. Interesting , almost like it’s not a big deal, actually.”

“Yeonjun…” 

Yeonjun took a deep breath, swallowing the anger that flicked at the back of his throat till it snuffed out. “Sorry, I’m being petty. I know, sorry…”

“It’s okay. You’re just worried.” Soobin sat up, dusting off grass fibers and scooting up next to Yeonjun, rubbing his back. 

Yeonjun leaned his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, tucking himself into his embrace. Soobin was always so warm when he draped himself around Yeonjun like a big werewolf blanket. “I’m already sad and you haven’t even left yet.”

“You’re so cute. I’ll be back bright and early the next day, don’t worry.”

“I know...” The sun let out a last bright burst of light before the trees swallowed it, casting them in a cold shadow; their signal to head home. 

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Yeonjun took the long way home, stretching out the time till he’d arrive at their apartment. He’d said goodbye to Soobin when he left for his classes earlier, giving him a tight hug and telling him to take whatever he wanted of Yeonjun’s with him, for the comforting smell, like he usually did. Kai usually came to pick him up before sunset, so Yeonjun knew the apartment would be empty now. 

The campus was dark and the moon was high in the sky, bright enough to light his empty path. Very few people were out on full moons—speciesism thinly veiled as superstition—so it was quiet as he padded into their apartment complex. He dragged his feet down the hall, trying not to imagine the two sad werewolves in a basement right now. 

The apartment was pitch black when he opened the door, but he didn’t turn on the lights right away. He preferred to shuffle to his room in the dark, guided by the moonlight streaming in through the blinds.

“Pearl?” He called for their white kitten, a gift from Soobin for their second anniversary not so long ago. She was supposed to be his, but she’d bonded with Soobin instead—despite him being part wolf. She still always came running up to Yeonjun when he came home, though, chirping away happily. She hadn’t made her appearance yet, but he wasn’t too worried. She could be aloof, after all. 

When he got to his room, he turned on a lamp and threw his phone on the bed, stripping off his jeans and jacket in favor of some sweats he could more comfortably sulk in. As he was picking his favorite hoodie off the floor, he spotted something, paused, and crouched down, peering under their bed. Sure enough, there was Pearl, paws tucked close to her chest and blue eyes wide, peering at him. 

“What’s wrong?” He reached a hand under his bed to try to grab her, but she only scooted further into the dusty corner. He sighed, staring at her. “Sad your dad is gone, again? Me too,” he grumbled, deciding to leave her be and finish getting changed. “Well, I know I’m not your favorite dad, but I’ll be here if you wanna hang out,” he called to her as he slipped on the hoodie. Pearl, of course, did not reply. 

He was just about to grab his Switch and sit down to play Animal Crossing while listening to death metal, as per usual, when his phone buzzed. He was gonna ignore it, but it kept going. Someone was spamming him, probably Beomgyu, and probably about something stupid. When he peered at his lock screen, though, he had a few missed calls from both Kai (earlier) and Beomgyu (recent), as well as about a million messages. He must not have felt the buzzing in his jacket’s pocket on the way home… 

He was instantly alert, just starting to read through Beomgyu’s confusing and frantic messages when the man called him again. 

“Hey, what's wrong? You guys are blowing my fucking phone up,” Yeonjun asked.

“Where are you?” Beomgyu demanded, bypassing a greeting.

“Um, at home? Where else would I be?”

“Yeonjun!” Beomgyu groaned in his ear. “Did you not see the messages Kai sent?”

“No, I hadn’t gotten to them yet. Why? Is something wrong? Is Soobin okay?” His mind instantly started buzzing. There’d been an increase in werewolf shootings on full moons lately. Oh god. 

“No—he’s probably fine. It’s you we’re worried about. You need to get out of your apartment right now.”

“W-what?” Yeonjun tried to wrangle his thumping heart, eyes darting around their bedroom. His little lamp wasn’t doing much to illuminate all the looming shadows of their room.

“Kai got in a fender bender and couldn’t make it to get Soobin in time. He had to turn around before he shifted and Soobin… stopped replying soon after. We were trying to tell you not to go home tonight. Yeonjun, Soobin is there .”

Yeonjun didn’t reply, eyes landing on the heavily shadowed opening of their walk-in closet, the door cracked wide. He lowered his voice, “Well, that’s okay, right?” 

“No, Yeonjun, listen. Soobin isn’t safe when he’s turned. Kai said something about how he didn’t tell you the whole truth because he didn’t want you to see Soobin differently, but… he’s extremely sensitive and violent when he turns. He’s possessive of the things of yours he brings—maybe because he gave you a mating bite, I don’t know, but Kai doesn’t know what he’ll do around you, or to you.” Yeonjun’s hand naturally went to the scar he had on his shoulder, still able to feel the faint impression of a bite mark under his fingers. “Apparently, they usually chain him to the wall. Some werewolves just can’t control themselves, Kai said. I know he’s your boyfriend, but you have to leave .”

Yeonjun took this all in, letting out a shaky breath. The darkness within the closet—it was moving. A slow, rhythmic rise and fall. Dangerous? His Soobin could never be dangerous …right? Beomgyu was just being… specist. And Kai was… well, Kai wasn’t a liar, was he? 

Why hadn’t Soobin told him?

“Yeonjun?” Beomgyu hissed over the line. “Have you seen him yet? He might be sleeping. He apparently told Kai he took some sleeping pills or something just in case, but it might not be enough. You should leave while you can.”

“I’m looking at him right now. Yeah, he’s sleeping,” Yeonjun breathed, staying very still. “He wouldn’t hurt me, Beomgyu.”

“Yeonjun, please . Soobin’s last text to Kai was him begging us not to let you get home. The timing just got all fucked up, no one could get ahold of you in time. Leave for Soobin’s sake, okay? He would never forgive himself otherwise.”

Yeonjun’s chest tightened, the image of Soobin pacing around their apartment, in tears because he was so scared of hurting him, inviting itself into his head. That was enough to convince him. “Okay. I’ll head to Taehyun’s and tell you when I get there.”

“Hurry, before he wakes up. Let me know if anything happens, Yeonjun.” 

Yeonjun hung up and sat quietly for a long moment, thoughts racing around his head. The longer he stared, the clearer Soobin’s form became in the dark. He was nearly three times his normal size, covered in a thick layer of near-black fur, and curled into a tight ball on top of Yeonjun’s pile of dirty laundry. A fluffy tail covered most of his face, but Yeonjun could make out the tall furry triangles of his pointed ears. 

Yeonjun knew what werewolves looked like in their wolf form theoretically—built like hairy muscled-corded humans with wolf faces and clawed fingers—but he’d never seen one in real life before. Sometimes in glimpses, as they ran by during the full moon, but most were skittish of humans and often went to the woods to fully enjoy their shift without worry. He wouldn’t say he was scared but apprehensive . 

He trusted Soobin to the end of the world and back, but the idea of Soobin snarling in this form, of being violent at all, was truly an alien and offensive image. Maybe he was a little scared if he was being honest, but he hated himself for it. Soobin hadn’t even done anything yet, he was just sleeping . God, this was so fucked.

Yeonjun took a deep breath, slowly gathered his phone and keys, and put them in his pocket. His eyes didn’t leave his closet as he slipped out of bed and into his slippers, grabbing his jacket off the floor. Only then did he think of Pearl, swearing silently. 

She stared at him owlishly, having not moved a muscle from her hiding place. No wonder... 

He scratched the carpet, trying to call her over, but she didn’t budge. He looked over his shoulder, confirming Soobin hadn’t stirred, and then made a couple quiet kissing noises. “Pearl, come here,” he whispered, trying to look encouraging. She was not happy. He bit his lip and got on the floor, scooting himself under the bed. She hissed and swatted at him but he went right for her nape, grabbing her and dragging her out as quickly as he could by the scruff. She caterwauled briefly but shut her mouth as soon as he lifted her out from under the bed. 

When he got her in his arms, ready to shove her in her carrier, the floorboards creaked behind him. He turned slowly, trying to keep his breathing shallow even as his heart thundered in his ear. 

A pair of red eyes were peering back at him from the darkness, almost glowing. He’d only seen that crimson glow once before, but it had given him chills in a whole different way than it did now. 

Yeonjun froze, hoping maybe his boyfriend would just go back to sleep if he stayed very still. Instead, the man’s ears perked up when he saw his face. The werewolf unfurled, rising to all fours, back arched and claw-pointed fingers clacking on the floor. His face was long and furry, muzzled like a wolf, and completely foreign to Yeonjun—like staring at a wild dog, not his boyfriend. The werewolf took a step forward, rising to his curved hind legs and supporting himself with a hand to the doorway, having to duck his long head to fit under it. The wolf towered over them, ears brushing the ceiling and his shadow casting half the room in darkness.

Yeonjun stepped back involuntarily, butt hitting the bed. Pearl scrambled out of his hands and scratched him on the way, running out of the bedroom with a puffed-out tail. He winced but didn’t dare move too fast, thankful when the werewolf didn’t react to the fleeing cat beyond a curious look. Yeonjun grabbed the bed frame, having to crane his neck to keep eye contact, but the wolf had stilled in the doorframe. He opened his mouth, scenting the air, but all Yeonjun saw was the row of sharp pearly-white teeth the action revealed. 

The werewolf closed it just as quick, letting out a huff reminiscent of a bear, and fell heavily back on all fours, the floor shuddering under his weight. The room wasn’t big and that action alone brought his snout only a few feet or so from Yeonjun, those red eyes still set on him. He seemed to be watching Yeonjun intently. It was looking into those eyes, big and round, that he was able to remind himself who he was looking at.

Yeonjun swallowed. “Soobin?” He tried gently. He didn’t seem dangerous.

Soobin huffed again, hot air rushing past Yeonjun’s hands and rustling his hoodie. Even on all fours, Soobin was nearly his height, and he had only to take a step forward until his nose was nearly touching Yeonjun’s front. Yeonjun slowly turned his palm toward him, cursing himself for the way it shook. Though, he was sure Soobin could already hear his rampaging heart and smell the fear wafting off him in waves.

Soobin eagerly took the offer, pressing his nose into his palm. It was moist and soft, just like a dog, but about three times bigger than any dog he’d met. 

Werewolves ranged in size just like any species did, and Yeonjun knew Soobin was on the bigger side, but seeing that fact realized in his wolf form was… a lot. Soobin could easily take him between his jaws and bite him in two if he really wanted. It made Yeonjun both want to fall to his knees in awe of the sheer power of nature and also run away and hide. 

At the moment, though, Soobin was only sniffing him. His nose trailed up his hand to his arm, leaving goosebumps as he went. Yeonjun took in a sharp breath when Soobin suddenly stepped closer, rising to grab the bed frame behind him so he could shove his nose into the crook of his neck. Yeonjun turned his head, giving him access and trying his best not to flinch away as Soobin ghosted over his scar, tickling the sensitive skin. 

The old wrought iron bed frame groaned under Soobin’s weight as he shifted forward, hand curling around Yeonjun’s shoulder. It was bigger than normal, of course, but it still startled him as claws settled on his back. Soobin peeled back his lips in the beginning of a snarl when Yeonjun jerked at the touch. 

“Sorry,” he whispered, and, to his surprise, that seemed to work. Soobin closed his mouth again, pushing his nose forward to start scenting him. Yeonjun could only stare at Soobin’s chest, at the barely discernible impression of his muscles under the fur. All things considered, Soobin was being extremely careful as he dragged his snout along Yeonjun’s neck, little whiskers tickling. 

He was tempted to see where this went, but Beomgyu’s plea was still fresh on his mind, and so was the shameful fear that simmered right under the surface.

“Soobin,” he said quietly. Soobin made a little noise in response, a grunt in his chest. He knew werewolves could usually still understand when they were being spoken to, but it really depended on what headspace they were in. Soobin had seemed to understand him earlier, at least. “I need to go, remember? You asked me not to come. So, can I leave?” 

Soobin’s scenting stopped suddenly. Yeonjun thought he might actually let him go, but out of the corner of his eye he spotted those white fangs again, and then, a rumbling growl. This wasn’t one of the cute little ones he’d had the pleasure of hearing before, but a genuine full-on, bone-chilling growl . The type you’d hear in the woods before your throat was torn out. The hand on his shoulder tightened and claws pressed into his back, making him wince.

“I was kidding! Never mind, Soob,” Yeonjun said lightly, trying to sound as casual as possible but his voice was wavering. He was scared shitless of his own boyfriend. Hypocrisy was a bitter taste on his tongue right now.  

The growl started to trickle off, curling into a whine—a desperate keening. Soobin sank down to his haunches, pressing his big flat forehead to Yeonjun’s chest and inadvertently shoving his back into the iron bed frame. It bit into his spine and he clenched his jaw, keeping any distress locked behind his teeth. Yeonjun reached out a hand and laid it on the man’s fluffy mane, giving him a few pets. In return, he let up, whining fading. His fur was glossy on the surface, but Yeonjun discovered a soft down coat under it as he scratched behind Soobin’s ear. It reminded him of his aunt’s husky. 

“Do you want me to stay here with you?”

Soobin leaned into his scratches, letting out a little snort at his question and raising his head to lick Yeonjun’s palm with his big pink tongue. It was warm and kind of gross, but, despite himself, Yeonjun let out a soft chuckle. His werewolf boyfriend was licking his hand. What the fuck. 

“I can stay here with you because you’d never hurt me, right?” 

Soobin let out another whine, red eyes looking into his own, round and begging as he lapped at Yeonjun’s palm. He stopped after a second, licking his chops, and gave Yeonjun the world's biggest pair of puppy dog eyes. 

“Soobin…” he muttered, sighing. God, he loved those eyes, even now. “You really won't let me leave?”

Those pleading eyes went sharp at that, snarling once more.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay,” he quickly corrected, smiling nervously. “I’ll stay.”

Soobin stopped snarling but narrowed his eyes, fingers curling to hold his arm tightly. He yanked Yeonjun closer suddenly, making him stumble a little but Soobin caught him with his other hand. “Ah, Soob, be care—Soobin!” The werewolf had shoved his nose right into Yeonjun’s crotch, taking a deep whiff and pressing his snout against him. He squirmed, but Soobin held him still easily, one hand on his arm and the other on his hip. The wolf let out a little warning rumble against him and Yeonjun whimpered in return, heart racing. 

Soobin licked the front of his pants, tongue warm and coaxing against his soft cock. “Soobin, stop,” he said, trying to be firm. It came out rather pathetic and he felt silly like he was disciplining a pet. God, what the fuck was he supposed to do in this situation? 

Soobin continued to nose at him, wetting the front of his sweatpants with his tongue. 

“Soobin!” Yeonjun planted his free hand on the wolf’s head and tried to shove him away. All he succeeded in doing was making Soobin mad, the wolf shaking off his hand and glaring up at him. “Stop, please,” he begged, flushed. He was more startled than anything, flustered by this odd turn.

Soobin huffed, unperturbed, and pushed up his hoodie with his nose, licking at his quivering stomach. He was sensitive there and Yeonjun tried to push his face away again, but Soobin was too strong and large in this state. He could only hope he’d lose interest, but Soobin wasn’t the type to leave things unfinished. He was completely at the wolf’s whim. 

Soobin’s fingers on his hip suddenly hooked under his waistband and Yeonjun yelped as fabric tore, the werewolves claws easily ripping through the material. He tore Yeonjun’s sweats apart and right off him, discarding the ruined clothing with a flick of his wrist. Yeonjun pressed his legs together, planting a palm on the man’s snout as his breath quickened. Soobin easily shook him off and Yeonjun swallowed a whine as the man dragged his warm tongue over his cock. 

Through the fabric, it had been manageable, but like this, he was completely vulnerable. It was totally fucked, but Soobin’s tongue felt good and his coaxing was working, waking Yeonjun’s previously scared-flaccid cock. “Soobin,” he said around a whimper, still hoping pleading would stop him, that maybe he’d come to enough to see that Yeonjun was resisting. 

This was bad. Kai said he was possessive and he wasn’t sure what Soobin would do with him, but for some reason, this hadn’t occurred to Yeonjun. Of course, werewolves were in a heightened emotional state when they were turned, but he’d never heard of this kind of thing—well… outside of nefarious interspecies porn, at least. He thought that was bullshit , though, just like most porn was. Apparently fucking not.

Soobin’s tongue explored from his taint to his tip and a full-body shiver made Yeonjun’s legs buckle. Soobin caught his weight before he could fall too heavily, huffing as he re-positioned them. Then he was shoving Yeonjun’s hips to the floor, snout nudging his legs open. For a moment Yeonjun was able to trap Soobin’s big head between his thighs, the wolf's hot breath fanning over his half-mast as he puffed out a little growl. However, Soobin just as easily grabbed Yeonjun’s knees and yanked his legs apart, prying them open and peering between them at him with those red eyes and sharp, white teeth. Like a predator might its prey.

Yeonjun’s breath shook, stomach dropping. 

He cupped himself with his hands, trying a proactive stance. Soobin’s eyes flicked down at the motion before sliding back, and Yeonjun swore he saw a little tinkle of amusement. Then, swiftly, Soobin was shoving his nose between his legs, long tongue swiping over his unprotected hole. Yeonjun threw back his head, breath catching. He squirmed again, trying to get away from that warm, prodding tongue, but Soobin’s grip on his thighs was bruising, claws pressing against his skin threateningly. 

Holy shit . Was it fucked up that this was turning him on? It was, yeah. Super fucked. God, it was just hard not to get aroused when he was being stimulated in such a way. Soobin was persistent , a copious amount of salvia making the slide slick as he pressed his tongue against Yeonjun’s pucker, nearly breaching him. 

“Ah! Soobin, please. Stop, fuck,” he bit out. He risked releasing himself to grab onto the bed frame behind him to pull himself away like that, but Soobin only wrenched him back, hands slipping uselessly off the iron with a yelp. Soobin pushed Yeonjun’s hoodie off him and dragged him back on his knees, a hand snaking around his thigh as he propped Yeonjun’s butt into the air, the other hand pressing between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the floor and arching his back in the process. 

Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a pitiful cry. He was stuck. Soobin was just going to have his way with him. Maybe he just wanted to make Yeonjun cum? In that case, wouldn’t it be better to just let it happen? The sooner it was over the better, right? 

Right as that thought crossed his mind, Soobin finally had loosened Yeonjun’s rim enough to start pressing his tongue inside. Yeonjun’s mouth parted, fingers curling against the carpet as Soobin’s heat greeted his inner walls. He panted, restraint falling away like rope cut loose. What else could he do but ride it out?

He’d trained Soobin over the years to eat him out exactly how he wanted, and now the fact was coming to bite him in the ass—nearly literally. Soobin’s canines were pressed against Yeonjun’s skin as he tried to shove more of his long tongue inside Yeonjun, stretching his rim before he was ready. “Ah! Soobin, slower,” he cried, blinking away tears.

Soobin listened to this of all things, pulling away just a little and easing into the licking instead. It was a small relief, at least. It was still a weird sensation, though, tongue so much warmer and girthier than normal. It reached much deeper than Soobin normally could with his mouth, even if it had a harder time getting in. As Soobin continued his assault, hot saliva was dripping between Yeonjun’s legs, dribbling down his balls uncomfortably. 

Yeonjun delicately reached under himself and grabbed his own cock, wetting himself with Soobin’s saliva. He gave himself a few strokes, just for a touch of relief, closing his eyes and trying not to imagine how this looked—getting off to his werewolf boyfriend who was three times his size, not of sound mind, and tongue fucking him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt like such a degenerate in his life. 

A strangled moan left his lips when Soobin’s whole tongue finally shoved into him, reaching deep . He squeezed his thighs and Soobin yanked them open again, angling his snout and pressing his nose between Yeonjun’s cheeks as he started to eat him out. It was obscene, the way his tongue would shove in, hot and thick, and then drag out, slow and suctioning along his walls, in loud squelches. He imagined this wasn’t so dissimilar to tentacles, the way his tongue writhed about and thrust in and out. 

Then, along with the filthiest moan Yeonjun had ever let fly, Soobin’s prodding tongue found his prostate. Holy shit . Yeonjun’s reaction must have alerted him because Soobin’s chest rumbled in something that wasn’t exactly a growl, tongue vibrating along with him and pressing back in to target that spot. Yeonjun cried out, whimpering into the carpet and grabbing at the short fibers desperately, whole body lighting up. 

Soobin was relentless, pressing against him and lapping at his prostate with urgency. It was a lot all at once and Yeonjun writhed against him, unsure if he was trying to push back against him or run away. Either way, Soobin held him in place as if he’d nailed Yeonjun there, immovable. Tears wet his face as he sobbed into the floor, breath catching as his pleasure climbed higher and higher along with Soobin’s beckoning tongue. 

Finally, like a firework reaching its peak and bursting, he came with a pleasured shudder. He nearly stopped breathing for a moment, spurting white ropes right onto the carpet, before he sucked in a breath like it was his first. Soobin, mercifully, slowed as Yeonjun clenched around his tongue, before pulling out entirely. 

When Soobin let him go, he collapsed to the floor in a heap, groaning lowly. He leaked globs of saliva onto the carpet, hole fluttering around nothing, and feeling incredibly empty after such a big intrusion. He blinked over the simmering bliss, trying to get his shaky arms under himself. He only got as far as his elbows before Soobin was grabbing him again, flipping him over, and shoving his nose in his face. Yeonjun turned his head to the side, head still swimming as the man sniffed him over. Soobin’s sigh sent his bangs dancing, blinking down at him. Now he looked rather familiar again, waiting for praise like always.

“Mm, Soobin, it was good,” he assured sleepily, reaching up to pet his furry muzzle. Had he consented? No. Did he enjoy it? Well… yes. So he wasn’t really sure where this put them, but he’d figure that out later. “You wore me out, though. I’m tired. Can we sleep?”  

Soobin’s eyes flicked over him, a little whine escaping the big bad werewolf as he nuzzled into Yeonjun’s touch. “What?” Yeonjun asked gently. 

Soobin sighed right into his ear, loud as roaring wind. Yeonjun could feel the heavy weight of things that the werewolf couldn’t put into words—or at least he would like to think he did, some part of him still felt like Soobin very much wasn’t all there. That he was just as much at the whim of his own wolf. 

That suspicion seemed confirmed when Soobin was suddenly collecting Yeonjun in his arms again, manhandling him to hold his back to his chest. Yeonjun yelped, grabbing at the strong arm around his middle as the wind was nearly knocked out of him. “Soobin, ow!” 

Soobin let out a frustrated growl and loosened his hold a touch, still keeping Yeonjun tucked close. He felt like a soft, but firm wall behind Yeonjun, easily dwarfing him with his pure mass. Yeonjun let out a breath of relief when his knees touched the carpet again until Soobin pressed himself against his back, that is. His eyes went wide and a nervous chuckle left his lips, fingers tightening around Soobin’s arm. 

“Babe… that won't fit.” 

Like everything else about him while turned, Soobin was proving that he was bigger everywhere . Though his cock had hung tucked away like any other canine before, it was now out and proud. Soobin whimpered, hips jerking forward in a series of little dry humps, implication clear. Though Yeonjun would say he was something of a size queen, sure, this was totally beyond that. A cock of truly monstrous proportions, one that would definitely skewer him if Soobin attempted to fuck him with it… right?  

Soobin angled his head down to nuzzle into Yeonjun’s neck, licking up his jaw. Yeonjun whined desperately, head spinning. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t… thought about this kind of thing before. He was guilty of indulging in such nefarious interspecies shift porn, had seen porn stars take huge werewolf cock—had jerked off to it. That was all a fantasy with professionals, though, and this was very real.

“Soobin, please no. You could hurt me,” he warned, but heat was coiling in his core with every drag of Soobin’s hard cock against his back. He only vaguely wondered if Soobin could smell that or not, knowing it would weaken his plea.

Soobin huffed again, pressing the flat side of his locked teeth to his throat. Yeonjun leaned his head back into the beast obediently, eyes squeezed shut. Soobin rewarded him with a squeeze to his side, claws putting just enough pressure on Yeonjun’s skin to tingle and his cock to jump.

Soobin suddenly scooted Yeonjun up a little, cock sliding from between them to hang threatening behind Yeonjun. “Ah! Soobin! Wait, please,” he begged, shoving at the arm pinning him to the wolf’s front, tears prickling. Soobin didn’t release him, though, only offering a couple soothing licks behind his ear as the tip of his cock pressed to Yeonjun’s hole. He bit down hard on his lip, nails digging into Soobin’s pelt, as the werewolf nudged the tip in. 

Yeonjun was still significantly stretched from Soobin’s tongue, so it didn’t hurt right away as the man eased in. The pain started after he got the flared tip in and grew impatient, encouraging licking pausing in favor of letting out a low growl. Yeonjun cried out as the wolf suddenly jerked his hips forward, shoving half of his cock in with one thrust. His rim was stretched beyond its limit in an instant and it felt as if he were trying to take Soobin’s entire knot, not just his cock. His hard length was three times as big as normal, just like everything else, so much so that it burned like fire, pain sizzling up his spine and causing tears to spring loose. 

He hung his head, trying desperately to gulp down air as the world started to spin a little. He didn’t even understand how he hadn’t torn yet, and maybe he’d be in awe if he wasn’t so busy trying to remember how to breathe. Soobin was already buried so deep, about where he normally reached on the deepest thrust while unturned, but Yeonjun knew there was more. He hadn’t felt the flared base yet. 

“Soobin, please. It hurts… You need to go slower,” he said around a sob. Soobin's breath sent his sweaty bangs dancing, a single red eye coming into view as he peered at Yeonjun's face. Yeonjun reached back to throw an arm around his neck, fingers tangling in his thick mane of fur. "Soobin, slower," he said again, looking deep into that crimson glow with his own teary desperation. 

Soobin blinked and let Yeonjun rest for a moment, hanging in his arm. Instead, the werewolf indulged in some micro thrusts with what he’d already fit in, getting little whimpers out of Yeonjun. The wolf was so big that without trying he was already rubbing against Yeonjun’s prostate, diffusing some of the pain with the sizzle of pleasure. That seemed to egg Soobin on more, though, only allowing Yeonjun that tiny moment to breathe before he was slowly pressing deeper again. Perhaps he was asking too much at this point.

“Ah,” Yeonjun gasped, body wound tight and back arched as if he might be able to bend his body away from the intrusion. “Soobin, fuck.” Nearby his phone, which had tumbled to the ground when Soobin had torn his sweats apart, was buzzing with a call he couldn’t take. It was too far out of reach, so he could only pray to god that no one would come bursting in, scared he was dead, and instead catch him in such a compromising position—he would never live that down. 

Soobin didn’t care about the phone, only breathing heavily as he shoved deeper. Yeonjun didn’t even know where his cock was going at this point, filling him completely and pressing into every little corner. He’d never felt so full in his life, overwhelmed by pain and pleasure. He was starting to feel light-headed and had been for a while, honestly. 

Then Soobin’s knot was pressing against him, still docile, but larger than what had come before. Yeonjun shook his head, words lost as tears continued to stream down his cheeks. It was too much, he couldn’t take it! Soobin was hell-bent, though, and he manhandled Yeonjun just enough so he could get a better angle. Yeonjun threw a hand to the floor, while still grasping Soobin’s neck tightly, and tried to take deep breaths in preparation. 

Nothing could really prepare him, though. 

Soobin pulled out just enough to thrust back in with a snap of his hips, knot pressing against his rim for only a tense moment and then it was breaching. Yeonjun let out a stinted breath, gasping. His whole body was tense and ridged with pain, never in his life having had to make so much room for a foreign body. He was almost glad he’d skipped lunch because he was sure he’d have thrown up by now, mouth salivating as it hung open. 

Soobin was panting next to his ear, mercifully pausing now that he was fully sheathed. He took a moment to lick Yeonjun’s cheek, cleaning up the stray tears almost apologetically. The way one minute Soobin was cruelly taking what he wanted and then the next trying to make sure Yeonjun was okay was giving him whiplash, emotions a tangled mess—and all of it soaked with a guilty amount of arousal. His flushed cock was hard again at this point, smearing precum on his stomach. Maybe he should have come clean to his boyfriend before about his darkest fantasies, because… fuck, this was kind of doing it for him.

Soobin craned his neck, peering down at Yeonjun and rumbling out something akin to a purr. The arm he was using to hold Yeonjun to his chest slithered downward, leaving him to support himself, as he pressed his big hand to Yeonjun’s stomach. Yeonjun gasped, feeling the pressure, and looked to see, biting back a startled cry. Under Soobin’s hand, his stomach was horribly, noticeably bulged. No, no way . Then Soobin rocked his hips a little and, yes, the bulge moved with the movement. Yeonjun’s eyes fluttered shut, head swimming. 

Fuck, despite the pain this was one of the hottest things Soobin had ever done to him. That pain was starting to fade as well, or maybe just pushed to the back of his head, overwhelmed by how turned on he was—how he couldn’t even bother to be ashamed of the fact anymore. Soobin liked it as well, growling approvingly in his ear as he rocked his cock against his own hand through Yeonjun’s stomach. 

“I didn’t realize you were so dirty, babe,” Yeonjun grunted, letting out a breathless laugh as his arm shook underneath him. His diaphragm was having trouble expanding around Soobin’s cock, breath shorter than usual. “You like to fill me up? Does it get you off?” Yeonjun babbled.

Soobin’s growl increased in volume, hips giving a harsh thrust that nearly knocked the air out of him. His arm finally gave out and Soobin caught him, moving his hand swiftly from his stomach to cup Yeonjun’s chest tightly. He clung to the man’s neck, floor too far for his arms to reach now as Soobin fully supported his weight. The positioned allowed Soobin to bury himself as deep as he wanted while keeping Yeonjun upright, supporting both of them with only one arm, claws digging into the carpet.

Once finally positioned exactly how Soobin wanted him, the wolf buried his snout in Yeonjun’s neck and yanked his knot out. Yeonjun clenched his teeth, arching against the man as a flash of pain returned before the man was shoving it back in. Then Soobin did it again, and again, and again. Yeonjun found himself getting used to the stretch worryingly fast, pain twisting into nothing but a numb ache as Soobin drew his movements out into bigger and bigger thrusts. Until, finally, Soobin was pulling all the way out, leaving him entirely empty and gaping, before plunging back in with one smooth, quick motion.

Yeonjun threw back his head, and a moan punched out of him. 

His thrusts were so rough that with each jerk of Yeonjun’s body, the werewolf’s claws dug into the skin of his side, leaving behind angry red trails. Soobin nibbled at his throat, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, sharp teeth pressed to the delicate skin like a gun to his head. Yeonjun should be scared, weeping in terror, but instead, he was moaning like a porn star, mouth hanging open and drooling all over himself. His cock slapped his stomach, abs unable to clench fully around Soobin’s bulge as his arousal swirled. It was brutal the way Soobin rocked against his prostate over and over, emptying him only to plug him back up again. Yeonjun felt like nothing but a cock sleeve, being used and abused by the massive predator—one that could tear his throat out at any moment. 

He’d never had a chance to escape, and now Soobin was going to fuck him till he was satisfied. Maybe he just wanted to use him, or maybe he was trying to breed Yeonjun full of his pups. He knew Soobin got off to the idea of making him round with his seed, and maybe he just couldn’t hold back now. The possibilities swirled around his kinky little head, all of them pulling whimpers from his lips, precum smearing over his stomach.

“Soobin,” he moaned, burying his face in the man’s fur as pleasure coiled tight in his stomach. People said werewolves stank, but that must just be another specist stereotype, because Soobin still just smelled like himself, if anything he smelled better . Musky with arousal and earthy. God, he loved everything about his boyfriend, loved him so much it made his head spin. 

Soobin’s knot was starting to swell and Yeonjun wasn't able to hold back as he fully sobbed into his boyfriend’s pelt, body wound tight and fingers yanking at his fur. Soobin responded to his cry by clasping his jaw around his shoulder, canines almost reaching as far as his nipple, and holding him still like that. He was gentle but firm, teeth not breaking the skin but digging in hard enough that they would surely bruise horribly. Yeonjun instantly felt like a little lamb, held between the wolf’s sharp teeth.

Soobin shoved his huge knot in once more and found he couldn’t pull it back out again with how big it had swelled—though he did try. Yeonjun screamed out as it yanked on his rim, rubbing against his prostate and pulling him. The feeling didn’t let up even as Soobin accepted he was locked in, still jerking his hips in desperate thrusts as his knot only grew larger, pressing right up against his prostate. 

Yeonjun was cumming himself blind before he could even make a sound, body spasming. Pleasure kept his body ridgid, eyes squeezed so tight he was starting to see stars, felt like he was flying amongst them. 

Then he was letting out a long breath, the last squirts of cum dripping to the floor before he went limp. 

Quickly, Soobin adjusted him to sit doggy style, holding him close as his micro thrusts grew sloppy before they suddenly stopped altogether. Yeonjun had to cling to him again, body shaking as he thrashed his head and whimpered into his mane, overwhelmed as Soobin came. He was already full and there wasn’t anywhere for it to go, yet still, Soobin emptied into him, making room. 

Yeonjun could barely make himself look down, knowing he was bloated—stomach stretching to accommodate Soobin’s unrelenting seed. He could feel it, bruised abs protesting and pressure inside him reaching a breaking point. His tired cock spurted a few more sorry dribbles under them.

Then, truly unable to take anymore, it squeezed out around Soobin’s knot and the werewolf grunted. It spilled to the floor and Soobin’s knot was forced out with it, the wolf moving fast to try to keep himself buried as deep as he could, but it was too late. He couldn’t fit it back in, and he whimpered around Yeonjun, unwilling to let go of him. 

Yeonjun was thankful, though, relieved of the horrid pressure in his oversensitive state and able to breathe again. Soobin was still big enough that even without the knot there was no way he couldn’t feel full, the werewolf resting there as he finally released Yeonjun from his jaw and licked apologetically at the purpling canine imprints on his back. He was whimpering with each lick and after Yeonjun was able to catch his breath, he finally untangled his fingers from his mane to pet his neck. 

“It’s fine, Soobin. I’m sure it caught,” Yeonjun said, trying not to smile too obviously. Soobin huffed at that. “Is that what you were thinking? Hm? Wanted to give me pups?” The big werewolf nuzzled into the side of his head, still keening sadly as his seed dripped between them. “You dirty dog, I knew you fantasized about it.”

Soobin licked behind his ears and kept licking into his hair. Yeonjun tried to shy away, snickering. Soobin growled (playfully this time), though, determined to give Yeonjun a horrible cowlick, hair standing straight and slick with spit. Yeonjun groaned, pushing his snout away to no avail. 

Eventually, Soobin pulled out, setting Yeonjun on the disgusting floor. Yeonjun scoffed at the stickiness, already getting a headache trying to think how he’d explain this to the landlord if it stained; ‘werewolves cum a lot… sorry?’ 

Soobin crouched over him on all fours and got to work licking him clean, not missing a single spot. Yeonjun giggled, loopy with his comedown and ticklish. The predator had leaked from Soobin’s body—as well as fear from Yeonjun’s—and left behind a rather oversized, guilty puppy who was more than likely trying to apologize with an impromptu bath. The man’s tongue was like a warm, wet towel, smoothing over his tense muscles and, at some point, Yeonjun stopped fighting and just let the wolf manhandle him this way and that. 

Finally, Soobin deemed him clean enough and went to grab him. 

Yeonjun had just enough foresight to scramble and grab his phone from the floor before Soobin had him in his arms bridal style. “Soobin! I can walk… probably,” he said with a laugh, flushing. The werewolf silently padded back into the closet, squeezing through the door and laying him down on the bed of his clothes. Yeonjun tried to sit up and Soobin growled at him, pushing him back down as he circled behind him and settled down, curling around him. Yeonjun scoffed, tucked tightly into Soobin’s side by one of his big arms like a doll. 

“Babe…” 

Soobin settled his head down, eyes falling shut. “Wow, got what you wanted and you’re going right back to sleep? Really?” Yeonjun shoved him and the wolf had the gall to ignore him, but his tail was dusting over Yeonjun’s legs in a lazy wag. Even as a wolf the man was being cheeky. Yeonjun was absolutely spent himself, though, so going to sleep didn’t sound all too bad, honestly.

“Bastard…” He muttered half-heartedly, crossing his arms over the wolf’s and opening his phone. He swiped away all the messages he’d missed and instead typed up a quick half-truth, half-lie message about why he ended up staying and how he was safe. After copying and pasting it to all the worried parties, he turned off his phone and closed his eyes. Soobin was warm and soft so it wasn’t hard to fall asleep, not when his whole body begged for it. His rhythmic breathing, that deep rise and fall, followed him into his dreams. 

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Yeonjun woke to the sun burning through his eyelids, having to squint at the assault and roll away from it. As soon as he moved, though, pain zapped like a shock up his body, blooming from his lower half. The feeling woke him wide awake and reminded him what had happened last night. He dragged a hand down his face, rubbing at his grimy skin—dried saliva, great. 

As soon as his eyes were willing to comply and open fully, he noticed Soobin’s absence first, and then the fact he was on the bed second. His memory was honestly a little hazy, airbrushed with lust and fear alike, but he was pretty sure he’d been dragged to sleep in the closet on a rumpled pile of clothes, not the wonderful plushness of his silk sheets. If it weren’t for the physical evidence, he might wonder if he dreamt it up—he’d had similar wet dreams before, after all. 

Well, if he was on the bed, Soobin must be back to normal. 

“Soobin?” he croaked, but his voice was horribly hoarse. He sat up slowly when he got no response, biting back a whine as his muscles screamed in protest. God, this was probably the craziest he’d ever felt the day after, more like a hangover and a beating than the morning after the best fucking of his life. It took him an embarrassingly long time to get to his feet, hobbling like an old man to the mirror. 

He couldn’t help staring, dazed by his own appearance. His hair was sticking in every direction, eyes red-rimmed, and body absolutely covered in bruises and scratches, blooming like ink on paper all over his skin. The claw and teeth marks in particular were so distinct they almost looked like tattoos. He sighed before he threw on a bathroom robe and made his way to the kitchen, hand on the wall for support. 

When he peeked his head around the corner, Soobin was sitting at the kitchen table, facing their balcony window. He was only in a pair of boxers, broad shoulders bare and shaking. 

Yeonjun stepped into the kitchen, “Soobin?” 

The man sniffled and tried to discreetly wipe his cheek before he stood up and turned to him. He looked horrid . His face was puffy from crying, heavy bags were under his eyes, and his bangs were standing up in the curly way they only did when he’d been grabbing at it. 

Seeing Yeonjun bent over, he quickly approached only to stop in his tracks a hair's breadth away, hands frozen and eyes round. Yeonjun was confused for all of a moment before his heart broke into a million pieces and he quietly said, “You can touch me, it’s okay.”

Soobin swallowed and nodded, gingerly taking Yeonjun’s elbow in one hand and letting Yeonjun put most of his weight on him. Soobin pulled out a kitchen chair for him and helped sit him down in it so gently you’d think Yeonjun would shatter like glass otherwise. It was a complete 180 from how he’d treated Yeonjun last night—back to normal indeed. Once Yeonjun was settled, Soobin let him go and sat next to him, hands folded in his lap and eyes dancing around the bruises that peaked through the collar of Yeonjun’s robe. 

Soobin’s leg was bouncing as they sat in silence. “Thirsty?” he asked suddenly. 

“Actually, yes,” Yeonjun admitted, lip cracking in a grin as the man jumped to his feet and dashed to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. Yeonjun took it from him gratefully and downed half of it before setting it on the table, cocking his head at his boyfriend who suddenly couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Soobin,” he said softly, reaching between them to grab the man’s hand. 

Soobin pulled it away, though, making Yeonjun flinch as well. Soobin took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, finally meeting his gaze. “About last night. I am so so sorry. I can never apologize or do enough to make up for what I did to you. It was immoral and horrid and…” Soobin’s voice shook, “and I understand if you want to break up.”

Yeonjun jerked back, “Woah, oh my god. Slow down. Holy fuck, why would you ever say that?”

“Yeonjun…” Soobin said lowly, seeming to have trouble getting the words out. “I raped you.”

It felt like a blow to the face. Yeonjun’s brows knitted and he pursed his lips, unsure how to respond. “You couldn’t control yourself…” he whispered lamely. 

“Are you defending me? My memory is always hazy afterward, but you told me to stop enough times that I remember that fact very distinctly.” 

Yeonjun sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling. “Ugh, you’re gonna make me say it?”

“I can say it if you want, but, Yeonjun, I can’t let you stay with me if I’m gonna hurt and fucking assault you. You deserve better than that!”

“No you fucking idiot, I mean… Ugh!” Yeonjun buried his face in his hands before letting them slip off, cheeks a blazing pink. “I liked it.”

Soobin balked. “What?”

Louder, “ I liked it. ” Soobin blinked at him owlishly. Yeonjun sighed and gave up trying to be gentle with it. “I’ve never told you because I knew you were gonna judge me but I have like… this whole fantasy about being raped. I know it's so fucked up and so many people are victims of rape and stuff, but like… what we did last night was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I sort of like, well, being scared .” 

Soobin was frowning and Yeonjun wrung his hands, wanting to fall through the floor. Maybe this was the line for him? 

“I mean,” Soobin swallowed, eyes drifting away, “that doesn’t make it better. I didn’t know that so I still… disregarded it when you told me to stop.”

“Well, yeah, but… Kai fessed up about what you’re like during the full moon. I know you just can’t control yourself, and once you were finished you just wanted to cuddle and take care of me. I mean, maybe you just wanted to take care of me the whole time, I don’t know. But, last night was kind of perfect for my fantasy because I know, even if I was scared, that you’d never seriously hurt me. I never once feared for my life. I was safe. I mean, I’ve never come that hard in my life, babe,” he said with a shy chuckle.

Soobin didn’t laugh.

“I did hurt you, though. You look like you barely survived a bear attack,” he said as he pushed the collar of Yeonjun’s robe aside, revealing the large bruise where he’d clamped his jaw around his shoulder. 

Yeonjun looked down at it and shrugged. “All things considered, you showed quite a bit of restraint. I kind of expected you to bite me again, honestly.”

“I guess since I already gave you the mark, I didn't feel the need to again… I don’t know,” Soobin mumbled, eyes still glued to the marks he left. Yeonjun pulled his robe closed, obstructing his view. “I don’t always totally understand my actions while turned.” He ran a hand through his hair, guilty eyes returning to his face.

“Soobin,” Yeonjun took his hand again and this time Soobin let him, “I’m okay. It was an accident. You tried hard to make sure I wouldn’t be there—Kai and Beomgyu both messaged and called me about 300 times—but I somehow didn’t notice. If anything it was my fault for not checking my phone. You just were horny or whatever and I was there. You didn’t hurt me seriously and in the end, I enjoyed it. I honestly don’t think you would have fucked me in the first place if you knew it would seriously hurt me. Was it totally cool… no . It wasn’t. But, that doesn’t mean I want to break up .”

“Ugh, can you not try to comfort me? You're the one who should be getting comforted,” Soobin said petulantly. “I assaulted you . This is all wrong.”

“Well, you’re the one who's all torn up about it!” Yeonjun threw up his hands, sighing as Soobin stared at the floor. “I’m fine . I told you I’m fine, I explained why, and you still won't listen.”

Soobin’s eyes flicked to him before he closed them briefly, sighing. “I just don’t want you to downplay what I did to you to make me feel better.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, then. Because, really, I’m fine. If there's anything I’m just not realizing yet or whatever, we can work through it together.”

Soobin stared at him, really looked at him. His eyes had simmered down, red still vaguely visible post-shift as always. Yeonjun stared back, arms crossed and brow cocked. 

Soobin let out a breath, and took Yeonjun’s hand, kissing the back of it delicately before laying his forehead to his knuckles. He spoke to the floor. “When I woke up I was so scared. I could only remember bits and pieces and none of them were good. I’m sorry I was never honest about my shift… I just didn’t want you to see me for the monster I am. It’s bad. No matter what, I still hurt you. I still couldn’t help myself. You deserve better than that.” Tears fell to the back of his hand as Soobin cried into it, grip tight. 

Yeonjun pet the back of his head with his free hand, frowning at his words. Soobin was so gentle and carrying that things like this destroyed him. In his eyes, he’d only proved to himself he was the monster everyone told him he was. It made Yeonjun want to burn the world to the ground. “You’re not a monster,” he said quietly, a broken record at this point, but he’d say it as many times as he needed to. “I hate when you say that.”

Soobin didn’t reply, still just silently crying while bowing his head like he was trying to repent before an altar. Soobin was always trying to make good for sins that weren’t his, wearing a mask to apologize for his smile and locking himself away during full moons to pay for a crime he hadn’t even committed yet. A monster by blood right. 

And now he’d hurt Yeonjun, the one thing he’d always been afraid of.

Yeonjun sniffled, blinking away tears. He took a few deep breaths, gears in his head spinning. “Have you always been… like that during full moons?” 

Soobin took a shaky breath, collecting himself and finally lifting his face from Yeonjun’s hand. “No.” He smoothed his thumb over Yeonjun’s knuckles. “Sometimes werewolves' tempers change over the years, and, not long after we started dating, I started getting violent. Hm… Do you remember when Kai had to get stitches after cutting himself on a saw? Well, he didn’t. I bit him during a full moon when he stepped too close to the hoodie you’d given me.”

Yeonjun tilted his head, humming. Soobin was slouched too much for him to see his face fully, but he could feel the guilt radiating off him. “So it’s my fault?”

Soobin jerked up, going to deny it before biting his lip. “Not directly… I don’t know. Maybe? I have a theory that it’s because I’m just insanely possessive of you.” 

“Possessive? You’re so chill, though.” Yeonjun swung their clasped hands between them a little. Yeonjun had dated a lot of men who would blow up if he even looked at someone else too long, but Soobin had never said a single thing in protest. Even when he admitted to stuff like kissing Taehyun on a drunk dare. He would feel almost bent out of shape about it if Soobin didn’t always ravish him as soon as they got home, sometimes just as soon as they were alone anywhere —a tell that Yeonjun suspected Soobin didn’t even know himself. So yeah, maybe he was possessive, actually.

“Normally, yeah. A lot of the time emotions you’ve kept bottled up burst out during shifts, though. I mean,” Soobin puffed out his cheeks a little, shy, “I do get jealous a lot. I just know it’s stupid, because I trust you, so I try not to be a dick about it. I can’t help it, though, it’s in my nature— werewolf things .”

Yeonjun snickered and Soobin glanced at him with watery eyes. “You’re so cute, Soob. I know you get jealous, but it’s okay. I don’t think you’re capable of being a dick.” Soobin ducked his head shyly. “Do you think the mating bite hurt or helped?”

Soobin hummed. “I think it would have helped if you were a werewolf as well since you’d start smelling of me and stuff, but since you’re not… I think my wolf isn’t convinced that you’re all mine.”

Interesting. Yeonjun leaned forward, into Soobin’s space. “Then, what do I have to do to prove that I’m all yours?” he asked quietly, lip curling as he peered into his boyfriend’s shy, mahogany eyes. “Let you try to breed me every night?” 

Soobin made a little strangled noise, pink rising from his neck to the tips of his ears. “Yeonjun…” He whined weakly, embarrassed. 

Yeonjun chuckled, pleased with himself. He never got sick of teasing Soobin for his breeding kink, despite definitely having one—amongst far more embarrassing kinks—himself. “Fine, what? Seriously, I’m curious. How do werewolves prove they belong to each other?” He squeezed Soobin’s hand encouragingly.

Soobin was still blushing as he cleared his throat, shying away from his gaze again. “I’m not sure if it would work, but…”

“But?”

“Well you know, mated pairs usually exchange… bites.” He quickly tacked on: “It might not work, though! It’s not like a scientific thing. It’s totally just a cultural, instinctual ritual. I personally think it’s totally fucking archaic and outdated. Like, inflicting that kind of mark on someone who you may not even end up being with forever can ruin their image in my culture. Having more than one bite is super unclassy. So it’s really risky and not popular anymore. I still feel so bad that I gave you one after only dating for a couple months…” He was back to pouting as his ramble came to an end, petting at the scar on Yeonjun’s neck.

“Well good thing we’re gonna be together forever, hm?” Yeonjun hummed. He was teasing, but he meant it. He really couldn’t see himself with anyone else. No one had ever made him as happy as Soobin did. Maybe that’s why he decided to do what he did next. 

Soobin chirped in surprise when Yeonjun got up and sat in his lap, straddling his hips. Soobin instinctively went to support him, hands on his hips and peered up at him. Yeonjun wrapped his arms around his neck, slowly nudging their faces together till Soobin gave in and let their lips meet. They hadn’t kissed since yesterday morning, and finally falling into his lips was like coming home. Soobin’s shoulders, wound tense with stress, relaxed as he wrapped Yeonjun in his embrace, kissing him deeply. 

When he pulled back, Soobin chased him. “Soobin,” Yeonjun said seriously. 

“Hm?” The werewolf blinked up at him, face set in an easy grin. 

“Can I bite you?”

“Huh? You… really want to?” Soobin looked a little apprehensive.

Yeonjun nodded, brushing some hair out of his face. “It might not be as cool as the one you gave me, since my teeth aren’t as long… but I want to. If you’d let me, that is.” 

Soobin searched his face, fingers pressing into his hips, where claws had not so long ago. His lips split into a wide smile and he nodded. “Of course. I’ve always been yours, after all.”

The bite itself wasn’t nearly as romantic. Yeonjun had never done this before and his teeth weren’t nearly as sharp, so it took Soobin’s encouragement for him to really clamp down and commit to tearing his flawless skin. It was a weird feeling and he wouldn’t say he liked it, but he did rather enjoy the way Soobin’s pulse quickened between his teeth, thumping like crazy. 

“Shit that must hurt,” Yeonjun hissed after he pulled back, pressing a hand to his shoulder as blood began to trickle out and onto their nice wooden chairs. “Is it deep enough? Fuck it’s not perfectly centered,” he fretted. Soobin only chuckled though. 

“It’s deep enough, yeah,” Soobin said, taking Yeonjun’s bloodied hand in his own and pressing it down to the wound more firmly. “It’s perfect, don’t worry.”

Yeonjun pursed his lips, but could only accept what Soobin said. It wasn’t like he could redo it. “Ugh, I hate the taste of blood,” he licked his lips, the hot, metallic substance coating his teeth. Soobin watched what was surely a rather disturbing sequence of events with so much affection that Yeonjun had to stop to smile back. 

“I love you so much,” Soobin whispered between them, pressing a kiss to his red lips and boldly smearing blood between them without a care. As much as it made Yeonjun’s heart flutter, he still made them both climb into the shower right afterward. Blood, tears, and cum all washed down the drain and they spent the rest of the day cuddling on the couch, tucked away from the world and into each other's arms. Even if that's all they could do for each other, it was enough.

“Also, for the record Yeonjun, I don’t care what kinks you have. I don’t mind indulging them, either, because you’re hot and I love you.”

“Ha! If you say so . But, you know the saying, ‘be careful what you wish for’~”

“Uh-huh, says you .”

“Oi! Well, okay… fair.”