SS 1(2) Part 2

“Ah, hng… so good…”

Bomin moaned, his hips pressing closer, his words fueling Won Seongwoo’s possessive desires.

“Haa…”

Won Seongwoo’s lips trailed across his skin, leaving a trail of marks.

Bomin’s waist, so small it felt as if he could crush it with one hand, arched, his muscles flexing.

Won Seongwoo’s nose nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent. Bomin tilted his head back, his hand rubbing his n*pple.

“My tummy… it feels so full…”

His stomach, swollen with c*m, looked as if he were pregnant. His thin skin stretched taut, revealing the outline of Won Seongwoo’s c*ck.

He could feel the c*m sloshing around inside him with each thrust. Won Seongwoo chuckled, his voice low.

He licked Bomin’s earlobe, his voice a growl.

“I wish you were pregnant.”

It was impossible, of course, but Won Seongwoo wanted to fill him with his seed, to mark him as his.

He wanted Bomin to be covered in his scent. Whenever Bomin had s*x with others, their scent would linger on him.

His sense of smell was keen, keener than the others. He had to restrain himself every time he smelled another man on Bomin.

He had filled him with c*m, he was knotting inside him, and yet, he was still unsatisfied.

It was a feeling they all shared. They loved Bomin, and they wanted him all to themselves. Their possessive instincts, fueled by their love, would sometimes lead to arguments.

Won Seongwoo was used to hiding his emotions. He had never argued with the others. But he understood how Han Biseong and Song Jaeho felt, their jealousy often leading to explosive fights.

“I want to see your face… hng… please…”

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Bomin’s soft plea, his hand reaching up to caress his cheek.

Won Seongwoo’s eyes, previously clouded with a dark emotion, cleared. He couldn’t refuse him.

“Ah, ah…”

Bomin clutched his stomach as Won Seongwoo rolled over, his swollen belly aching. It was covered in c*m.

Won Seongwoo’s gaze, as he looked at Bomin’s c*m-slicked stomach, darkened.

He reached out, his hand gently tracing the outline of his c*ck, which was still buried deep inside.

Bomin’s n*pples, previously a pale pink, were now red and swollen. His skin, so smooth and flawless, was covered in marks, all left by him.

His c*ck, still inside Bomin, grew even larger. Bomin’s eyes widened, his eyelashes fluttering. He smiled.

“Kiss me… come here…”

He cupped Won Seongwoo’s face in his hands, pulling him down. Won Seongwoo, like a tamed beast, leaned in obediently.

“Hmm…“

Bomin sucked on his lower lip, his tongue tracing the sensitive flesh inside his mouth.

It was strange, how delicate his mouth was, despite his rough, muscular body. Even though he had pointed ears and fur covering his body, he was still Won Seongwoo.

His dark eyes, as they gazed at Won Seongwoo, held an unspoken tenderness.

Won Seongwoo, his arms wrapping around Bomin’s waist, deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling. He moaned as he felt Bomin’s inner muscles clenching around him.

Bomin swallowed Won Seongwoo’s saliva, his lips sucking on his tongue.

The pleasure, building in his lower abdomen, made him feel dizzy.

“…Don’t worry.”

Bomin, his breathing ragged, smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He pulled Won Seongwoo closer.

“Right now… I’m all yours… You can do whatever you want.”

They were all jealous, but they knew that Bomin loved them all equally. That was why they were able to live together.

And when Bomin was alone with one of them, he would give himself completely, his expression innocent, his smile unguarded. Won Seongwoo, unable to resist, pulled him close.

“Hng…”

His grip was tight, making Bomin’s c*ck flatten against his stomach. Bomin’s legs, spread wide to accommodate him, trembled.

“Ah, haa, ngh…”

Bomin’s eyes glazed over as Won Seongwoo pounded into him, his movements relentless.

Slap, slap. The sounds of their bodies, their slick skin slapping together, filled the room.

Won Seongwoo’s tongue traced the side of Bomin’s face, licking away his tears. Bomin moaned, unable to stop the sounds from escaping his lips.

His back was pressed against the sheets, Won Seongwoo’s body pinning him down. He was already full, stretched to his limit by Won Seongwoo’s swollen c*ck, and the pressure was making his head spin.

His legs tightened around Won Seongwoo’s waist, his hole clenching around his c*ck.

“I want my scent… to be all over you.”

Won Seongwoo, his voice low, rubbed the head of his c*ck against Bomin’s sensitive walls. It felt as though his bones were being crushed.

Bomin, his eyes blurry with tears, turned his head slightly. Won Seongwoo, his lips trailing across Bomin’s cheek, nipped at his ear, his teeth leaving marks.

He had lost all control, his pheromones filling the air, overwhelming Bomin’s senses. The pain, already faint, vanished completely.

“…Good… c*m inside me…”

Bomin, despite being full, urged him on.

“Ah…!“

He bucked his hips as Won Seongwoo rubbed his prostate. It was an exquisite torture, a feeling he both feared and craved.

His c*ck, trapped between their bodies, leaked prec*m. His inner muscles, sensitized, clenched around Won Seongwoo’s c*ck.

The head of Won Seongwoo’s c*ck rubbed against his prostate, sending shivers down his spine.

His c*m, hot and thick, filled Bomin’s insides.

“Ah, hng, haa…”

His stomach stretched taut, his skin thin. Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, despite having just come, didn’t shrink. He could feel the pulsing of Won Seongwoo’s veins against his sensitive inner walls.

Won Seongwoo, his c*ck still buried deep inside, continued to thrust, until Bomin’s scent was completely overwhelmed by his. He then slowly pulled out.

“Ah, uh…”

Bomin whimpered as Won Seongwoo’s knot left him. The head, finally free, emerged, followed by the shaft.

Bomin’s hole, stretched wide, revealed its secrets.

It pulsed, his inner flesh, coated in white c*m, glistening. Won Seongwoo’s eyes darkened at the sight.

“Hng… stop…”

He slipped three fingers inside. Bomin’s hole, still stretched, easily accommodated them.

Squish, squish. He churned them, removing the excess c*m.

Bomin reached back, trying to push his hand away. His hole was so sensitive, the slightest touch making him squirm.

“I need to… clean you up a bit. It’ll be uncomfortable otherwise.”

Won Seongwoo, his voice soothing, kissed Bomin’s ass, his lips trailing across his lower back.

“Why…?”

He had filled him with so much c*m, and now he was removing it?

“My knot… it’s not done.”

“What…?”

Bomin turned to look at him. He had seen Won Seongwoo pull out.

And then he realized—Won Seongwoo hadn’t shifted back yet. He was still in his beast form.

Won Seongwoo had told him that he would revert back to his wolf form during his rut.

He had warned Bomin that he would be dangerous, his control weakened.

“I’m… not going to die… right?”

He suddenly had the thought—what if he died from having s*x with Won Seongwoo in his wolf form?

It had been so intense, the pleasure bordering on pain. He couldn’t even imagine how it would feel to have s*x with him in his full wolf form.

“I won’t let you die… Do you… want to stop?”

Won Seongwoo pulled his hand out, his fingers and the sheets covered in c*m.

Bomin touched his stomach, which was no longer swollen.

“I’m just kidding. Come here.”

He turned around, seeing the disappointment in Won Seongwoo’s eyes. He couldn’t sit up, his body too weak.

Won Seongwoo’s ears, usually perky, were drooping. He rarely cared about what others thought, but he was always so… vulnerable around Bomin.

Won Seongwoo, at his gesture, approached him, wrapping his arms around him. They lay there, facing each other.

It was a quiet moment, their breaths mingling, but Bomin didn’t feel uncomfortable. He felt safe.

“You won’t hurt me… even if you shift, right?”

“…Yes.”

Won Seongwoo’s eyes, which had been filled with anxiety, calmed down. His hand gently stroked Bomin’s hair.

He kissed his forehead. Bomin closed his eyes, enjoying his touch.

He opened his eyes as Won Seongwoo pulled away. Won Seongwoo was curled up on the bed, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I’m fine. It’s just… painful, to shift during my rut.”

Won Seongwoo rarely showed any sign of pain, even when injured. But he was sweating, his body trembling.

Bomin, forgetting his own aches, got out of bed and hugged Won Seongwoo, his arms wrapping around his large frame.

Won Seongwoo’s body was shaking so violently that Bomin could barely hold on. And he was radiating heat.

“You’re so hot…”

It was like hugging a giant heating pad. His fur was soft, his muscles rippling beneath. And then… he heard the sound of bones cracking.

Bomin watched in awe as Won Seongwoo shifted. His eyes, previously clear, were now clouded.

“Haa…”

Won Seongwoo, his breath hot, collapsed onto the floor. His body, already large, began to grow even larger.

Fur sprouted, covering his skin, his face becoming more angular, his ears growing larger.

His claws extended as his hands pressed against the floor.

“Grrr…”

“…He’s really a wolf.”

The transformation was complete. A massive wolf now dominated the king-sized bed.