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Jongho was tired. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do right now was lay on his soft bed and sleep until the next sunrise. But as he was twisting the knob of the wooden front door, eager to finally get a well-deserved rest in his small, comfortable room, something made him stop mid-action. Looking down at the fumbling keychain on his hands, he had realized, a little too late, that the knob around his fingers gave in too easily, the key barely close enough to touch the keyhole. Weird. He thought he had remembered to lock it up before leaving for work that day.
It did happen occasionally that Jongho forgot to lock his place. Of course, he worried about the safety of his things as much as anyone would, but where the bear hybrid lived was quite calm; he rarely heard of intruders or robbers being around the small village, especially in the place where his house was, closer to the forest than his neighbors. And sure, being a known bear hybrid also helped to keep the little shack safer; many humans (and even other hybrids) didn't want to risk their safety by attempting to steal or break into a predator's space.
So, he wasn't worried when entering the living room, taking off his shoes and locking the door behind him, keys being dropped unceremoniously in a ceramic bowl on top of the light wooden sideboard. It was not until he stepped towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water before moving upstairs that he noticed something else; there was a single plate on the sink, dirty with what appeared to be leftover chicken. Now, that started to concern Jongho. He had brought home a nice plate of homemade food, courtesy of his friend Seonghwa, with him yesterday, but he's 100% sure he didn't eat it, leaving it in the fridge to enjoy later, even thinking about eating it as soon as he came back home, relieved to not have to worry about dinner.
Well, now that turned into a worry—a small one, however, compared to the real elephant in the room: someone had invaded his shack. He looked further into the kitchen; nothing else seemed out of place. Quickly he moved to the living room, wanting to make sure that nothing of value had been stolen, asking himself who could've possibly thought invading a lonely shack in the middle of the woods that belonged to a goddamn predator of all people was a good idea.
The room looked exactly like it did when he left earlier, except for one small detail: tiny pieces of glass were scattered near the couch, and from the vibrant red color, Jongho already knew what it was. A piece of decoration he had once found while at the village's art fair, a petite apple with a cute smile drawn on it. He remembered, even after months, the beautiful man who had sold it to him. The gentle eyes and nice smile never really left his mind, even if their encounter had been unfortunately short. Choi cherished that piece a lot, and now it turned into nothing but dust, the pieces too small to be glued together. And he was pissed off.
At first, he considered that a human might have lost themselves and found shelter within his place, ate the food, and continued their journey after satiating their hunger. That would've been rude enough, but it was, at some points, understandable. But, eating his food AND breaking a precious thing? That was too much. He grunted looking one last time at the corner table where the previous apple figure sat, hurrying upstairs. Jongho had to make sure this dumb little shit hasn't broken (or taken) anything else.
He opened the door to the room, annoyed and more tired than ever. His nose was immediately struck by a faint scent, vaguely vanilla-like. From the door, he saw what appeared to be his sheets moving, and oh. The intruder was still inside his house. Lying on his bed.
The man looked to be peacefully asleep, blonde hair falling like gold cascading around the white duvet, a pretty blue and white satin skirt adorning the slender yet muscular figure, a soft white sweatshirt covering his chest, breathing heavily. Jongho approached the stranger, getting closer to better analyze his features, and fuck, he was pretty.
A face looking like an angel, with a red birthmark near the eye, glossy lips, and a perfectly shaped nose. The shirt did not do much to hide his perky pink nipples and strong abdomen; the slightly lifted skirt showed off white milky thighs. Jongho admired the man for a moment, taking all of his features in before getting even closer, now kneeling on the bed between the stranger's legs.
So pretty. And so stupid.
Jongho's strong hands made their way to the other's slender waist, grabbing one side lightly and turning him into his stomach incredibly slowly, not wanting him to wake up. If this man thinks he can walk into someone's house, eat their food, sleep in their bed, break something without a care in the world, and just walk away, he is wrong. Choi would've called the police, but seeing how the guy looked so calm, so pliant, unconscious of anything happening surrounding him, he would be so easy to break. And the younger man never saw a problem with making justice with his own hands anyway.
The clothes on his body fumbled again with the movements Jongho had done, the skirt lifting higher, showing the tip of his ass, skin covered by what appeared to be white cotton panties.
"Oh, you wanted someone to find you like this, didn't you?" Jongho asked despite knowing he wouldn't get an answer, his voice coming out not above a whisper.
The shorter lowered his head, leaving small kisses at the thighs, going up and up until his mouth reached the other's ass. He could feel the man beneath him squirm a little, but no signs of being awake. Careful, he grabbed the delicate cotton of the brief, putting it aside, now face to face with the man's pink hole. All he wanted to do was push his tongue inside and fuck him until the other woke up crying, begging Jongho to stop. But right now he had other plans, and for them, he needed the stranger to be asleep.
He left one last kiss on his cheek before moving his head up, one finger going straight to the unconscious man's lips, pushing inside, touching his tongue. The finger started to gently slide inside the wet mouth, a second one being easily added. Fingers coated in spit traveled with care throughout the beautiful body, quickly finding his entrance. Jongho watched as both entered his hole with ease, small sounds now coming out of the mysterious man, shaking as his eyes still closed shut.
It was impressive how he was still sleeping even with something inside him, fucking him open. Choi watched as fingers went in and out, making scissor motions to stretch him, and with the slide being so easy, he asked himself if the stranger had touched himself earlier. Maybe he did it in his bed, stupid little thing being too horny to even consider that it was someone else's room, not even caring about everything he had done previously downstairs. Remembering why he was doing this in the first place, Jongho opened his zipper, only putting his pants down past his thighs; the same move was made with his underwear, dick already painfully hard leaking pre-cum at the other's delicious thighs. With one hand he lined his member up with the entrance, the other hand occupied holding the blonde's waist. He moved down while pushing all of his length in one swift, quick motion.
Finally, the blonde one woke up, big brown eyes gradually opening, a striking pain being felt all over his body. He looked behind him, his brain coming back to his senses as the realization of what was happening hit him. A quiet scream left his mouth as a man with what looked like fluffy bear ears on top of his head stared back at him, moving a hand that was on his waist to his mouth, forcing the blonde to bury his face in the pillows.
"You think you can just enter people's places and do whatever you want? Has anyone taught you any manners at all?". Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting Jongho's hand at his mouth. He shook his head vigorously, not so much to answer the question but more as an act of pure desperation.
"I see. Don't worry, I'll make sure you learn now how to be a good girl."
Jongho started moving at a fast and rough pace, not leaving any more time for the man to adjust to his size, pounding him with vigor. Underneath him, the other could only cry and whimper, pitiful noises leaving between Jongho's fingers, short nails digging at his cheeks. His dick rubbed at the cotton of his underwear, already hard from the previous prep Jongho had attempted to do.
"M sorfy- hmmf, pleaf-" He attempted to say, words getting out between long moans, brain starting to get fuzzy at all the stimulation already, sensitive cock still rubbing on the cloth. Jongho squeezed his cheeks harder, making sure to leave thin nail marks on his face.
"Sorry? Please? Is dumb whore learning already?" The blonde's eyes rolled back to his head at that. Suddenly the hand left his mouth, wet with spit and tears; it gripped the side of his hem and tugged harshly. The sound of fabric being torn did it for him, the blatant display of strength making his head spin as he moaned loudly, almost screaming, as he came all over the bed, the younger not stopping his harsh movements even after his release, overstimulating him.
Then he felt Jongho getting bigger inside him, and all he could do was cry a mantra of pleas, begging for the other as a knot finally popped past his rim, making his soft dick twitch as small drops of cum left him. Jongho came right after, moaning low at the blonde man's ear, filling him up until it was possible to see a small bump bulge at his stomach. Yeosang felt limp, vision going black.
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He opened his eyes to find his boyfriend lightly kissing his birthmark, soothing fingers tracing circles around Sang's back. He noticed the younger had moved them into a better position to wait for Jongho's knot to go down.
"Thank you." He said, throat hoarse from all the noise from earlier, a hearty laugh leaving Jongho, showing that pretty smile Yeosang was so in love with.
"No, thank you. It was your idea, remember?" Yeosang blushed, looking down at the pillow to avoid the other's eyes, and another weak laugh was heard.
"And I'm sorry for the apple; I promise I'll make you a new one once the next fair arrives!"
"It's okay, Angel. You should rest now." A gentle kiss was placed on his cheek as his boyfriend hugged him and stroked his blonde locks, not taking long to doze off again.