Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12676341. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime) Relationship: Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek Altin/Jean-Jacques_Leroy Character: Jean-Jacques_Leroy, Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky Additional Tags: Wolf!JJ, Kitten, Daddy_Kink, Pet_Names, First_Time, Voyeurism, Crossdressing, Lingerie, Rimming, Little_Red_Riding_Hood_-_Freeform, Honey, Cunt Collections: NSFW_Yurio_Week_-_Unanon Stats: Published: 2017-11-09 Words: 2747 ****** The Wolf ****** by djdaddybek_(llyn) Summary The forest is so dangerous! The big bad wolf lives there! Notes See the end of the work for notes The rumor is that Jean-Jacques--the big, bad wolf himself--was once tame, but now he lurks in the woods in the north, unkempt and hungry. He has a terrible reputation with the kittens in the village at the edge of the forest, whose grandpas and grandmas won’t let them speak his name. They do it anyway, in whispers to each other, giggling after dark as they cuddle close to keep away the autumn chill and the shivery fear of those luminous yellow-blue eyes. But one kitty in particular is more curious about Jean-Jacques than the others, and more fearless, too: the huntsman’s favorite--Yuri--who wants to be bad. All little kitties want to be bad some of the time, it’s true. But this pretty kitten wants to be bad all of the time. It keeps him up at night, after all the other kittens are purring in their sleep. It makes him rub his own cock, thinking of the very worst things he could do, like wander in the forest at night or sneak into the huntsman bed and wait under his furs, naked. The huntsman tries to explain, on their long walks home through the woods together each time he catches the kitty in his bed, how the kitty is too young to be bad like that. He has to wait. But the kitten doesn’t want to wait. He says it loud, in case the wolf is out there in the green-black shadows, listening. Wolves have very big ears, you know. One sleepy afternoon the kitten bursts from the huntsman’s cabin in a huff. He stomps out beyond the safety of the low stone wall and into the woods, hoping the huntsman doesn’t follow. It makes no sense, how the huntsman will give him lessons on kissing in his lap by the fire, how the huntsman will say good kitten and hold his chin still while their tongues play together, how the huntsman taught Yuri to call him daddy when they’re alone, but he won’t give him lessons on the other stuff. The bad stuff. Yuri knows that he’s ready. He knows the huntsman is too--he could feel his daddy’s fat cock pressing up so hard against his panties, today, while the huntsman held him in his lap on the soft, fur rug.    “It’s not fair!” the kitten wails to the trees, to the ferns, to the rocks, to the wolf. “What’s not fair?” a low, laughing voice asks, and the kitty jumps with a curse, making Jean-Jacques laugh. He emerges from the shadows between two rotten trees, the kitty’s cunt clenching tight at the sight of those shiny eyes, just like in all the stories. But in the hazy sunlit afternoon, with the gentle breeze blowing between them, the kitty’s not as scared as he thought he might be to meet the dreaded JJ, lifting his little chin in defiance. “I don’t talk to wolves,” he says, just like his grandpa taught him. “You already are,” Jean-Jacques says with a grin. His teeth are so white, his canines so sharp, and he’s tall . Taller even then the huntsman. Big, too. Dark ears, dark tattoos, dark tail wagging back and forth, back and forth, until Yuri’s worried he’ll be hypnotized. The kitty squeaks when he sees his thick cock hanging between his legs. His glossy pink lips fall open in shock, and one absent hand floats up to tangle in his own hair as he blushes red, his wide hood falling down onto his shoulders. Jean-Jacques smiles at the pretty thing--his gold hair dappled with sunlight, tiny waist cinched tight with a red bow. “What’s wrong, gorgeous? Did the huntsman forget to give his favorite kitten the cream?” “Don’t talk about my daddy like that,” Yuri says, heart skipping faster. Jean- Jacques been watching! Wolves really are as bad as they say. “He’s not your daddy, yet, sweet thing. The only thing I smell on you is you ,” Jean-Jacques  sniffs the air, closing his eyes, and hums. “Yum.”     “He’ll be my daddy soon. I love him,” Yuri says, face hot. “He’s so cool.” “How cool could he be, baby, if you’re still such an angry little virgin?” Yuri stomps his foot, “Shut up! I’m only a virgin cause I’m too young.” “A bad kitty wouldn’t let that stop him, would he?” JJ steps onto the trail, so his shadow falls over Yuri. His cock is half-hard, now, and Yuri struggles not to stare at it growing. “You’re not allowed on the trail,” Yuri murmurs. “Ah, little puss. You have a lot to learn about breaking the rules.” Jean- Jacques steps forward again, and Yuri steps back. He does it again, with a low rumbly laugh. Then again, until Yuri’s backed against the trunk of a tree, blinking up into his laughing blue eyes. “Wanna be bad, baby kitty?” the wolf asks, lifting an eyebrow. Suddenly, Yuri can’t find his voice. He nods. “I thought so.” Jean-Jacques crowds the kitten until he’s pressed tight between the tree and the wolf, and his delicate dress snags against the scratchy bark as Jean-Jacques leans in for a kiss. “My dress--” “Bad kittens get dirty, baby,” Jean-Jacques says, slipping a paw under his petticoat to squeeze his little ass in the moment before their lips meet. Yuri likes kissing, and Jean-Jacques good at it. He bites the kitten’s pouty lips. He bites the kitten’s wicked tongue. He laughs when the kitty bites him back, shy.   “Wait,” the kitten says, as Jean-Jacques turns him around to face the tree, brushing his hair back to bite his pretty neck. “D’you--mmf, wait--d’you promise that-- oh --” With his skinny arms braced above his head on the tree, the kitty rocks his little ass back against Jean-Jacques’ paw. His kitty cunt squishes and squelches as JJ rubs his finger against it beneath his soaked little panties. “Your paws are so b-big.” “And what a tight, little cunt you have, kitten. Doesn’t that grumpy huntsman know what a sweet wet puss you are?” “He asked to see it, once,” the kitten brags, tossing his blond hair between gaspy breaths. “And did you show it to him?” The kitten blushes and turns his face away. Suddenly his little cunt floods, Jean-Jacque’s paw all sticky with it. “Now isn’t that something?” JJ licks his lips, pupils fat with the smell of him. “Well, aren’t you gonna show it to me, too, kitten?” he asks, mouth against his ear, fingertip pushing in past his rim, into the hot squeeze of him. “Since you’re such a show-off?” “Mnf, th-at was special, for my daddy,” the kitten tries to spread his legs as Jean-Jacques pushes in up to his first knuckle, the kitten’s sopping cunt squeezing him tight. But he presses the kitten’s thighs together tight. “No, sunshine,” Jean-Jacques growls in his ear. “Keep them together. And hold your skirt up, silly kitten.” He kneels in the moss, ignoring Yuri’s panicked, “Jean-Jacques!” as he drags the kitten’s soaking wet panties down his pretty white legs. He’s a lovely treat, stockings straight and proud, his petticoat as bright and white as a wolf’s teeth, and his frilly red dress tied up in that nice, neat bow--such a pretty frame for the kitten’s messy wet cunt. He pushes the kitten’s rosy pink cheeks apart, his paws so big they cover them up, to watch him drip. “I bet the huntsmen liked this,” Jean-Jacques says to himself, picturing this little slut lifting his skirt for the stoic hero. He licks his lips, cock twitching--it’s not a bad image. Then he buries his snout between Yuri’s cheeks. “Jean-Jacques!” the kitty cries, “No, please --” He licks up all that sticky kitten honey Yuri’s been making. His big wolf tongue swipes over the kitten’s sexy little thighs, his drawn-tight balls, all the way up to that beautiful ass, leaving him messy with slobber. Then he sets to work tickling the kitten’s tight rim, wiggling his tongue into the kitten’s tightness while the sweet thing moans, reaching back to scrape his claws through Jean-Jacques’ hair. “S’ dirty, Jean-Jacques, it won’t fit,” the kitty whimpers, tugging him forward by the hair, pushing Jean-Jacques’ tongue in deeper. “‘Mmm, my cunt’s too little for your nasty tongue!” Jean-Jacques bunches up all those pretty ruffles in his hand and pulls the kitten down onto his tongue. The kitten tries to grab the tree to keep his balance, claws scraping the bark in a panic as Jean-Jacques tongue fucks him. Eventually the kitten catches on, though, purring, “Mm, bad wolf,” as he bounces his cunt on JJ’s face. “Bad kitty,” Jean-Jacques answers, Yuri’s skirts flirting and flouncing over his head as he fucks him deeper.   “Daddy’s--gonna--kill you for this,” the kitty moans, and his little cunt is soaked in a moment at the thought. Jean-Jacques grabs the kitten’s tiny waist and yanks him to the ground “Don’t talk about your daddy right now, okay?” he growls in the kitten’s face, squeezing his claws so tight around the kitty’s waist they touch, and then tighter. Yuri blinks his big, green eyes back at him, confused, red mouth trembling. “Say you won’t.” “W-won’t,” Yuri says, squirming in Jean-Jacques’ grip. His pretty face turns red, back arching up the tighter he squeezes. “Jean-Jacques,” he whines. “‘Too much!”   Stupid kitties, Jean-Jacques thinks, setting him free. Yuri gasps and runs his hands over himself, but Jean-Jacques’ the one that’s hurt. The way they all moon over that huntsman when Jean-Jacques’ the true king of the forest. But he smiles and leans over the shaky kitten, petting the sweet thing’s hair until he starts to purr. He picks out a dead leaf from the tangles and tickles Yuri’s nose until he sneezes. They both laugh. He doesn’t want to scare the kitty. He’d rather keep this one around for awhile. “Bratty little puss,” he says. “You’re lucky I’m such a nice wolf.” The kitten blushes, “Are you gonna--” he wiggles, embarrassed, “Are you gonna lick my cunt some more, Jean-Jacques?” Jean-Jacques smiles wide, to show all his teeth, “No, kitten.” He rolls the kitty over, dragging him up on his hands and knees in the moss. “Oh, my stockings!” The kitten cries as the wet earth soaks through his knees. Jean-Jacques tsks, “What a poor, dirty kitten.” He pushes the kitty’s red smock and petticoat up over his head with a flourish, exposing his rosy cheeks and pretty cock, too. He runs his greedy paws all over the kitten’s smooth skin, dragging his dirty nails down his belly. “Ngh, you’re too rough,” the kitty whines, voice muffled by fabric as he tries to twist free. Jean-Jacques laughs, rubbing his cock in the mess on the kitten’s thighs while he’s busy fighting his lovely clothes. Finally Jean-Jacques pulls the bow loose and the fabric falls to the ground. The kitten emerges out of breath, all tangled hair and sun-dappled skin, naked except his white thigh highs. Jean-Jacques groans at the sight of him--his fussy little kitten pouting as he tries to straighten his clothes out on the ground with his muddy fingers. Before he can finish, Jean-Jacques hauls him back onto his hands and knees, Yuri scrabbling to fix the last corner of his petticoat as he’s pulled away. The kitty glares over his shoulder, bottom lip pushed out. “It’s all ruined!” he whines. “It’s not ruined yet, sweet thing,” he says, the swollen, red head of his cock pushing at the kitten’s sticky rim. “But it’s gonna be.” “Jean-Jacques!” the kitten moans, his lovely back arching. He wraps his paws around Yuri’s tiny waist, pushing in and in. The kitten’s cunt is so tight it shouldn’t be this easy, but even as the walls squeeze him like a vice, the kitten’s honey drips thick and warm for Jean-Jacques. The kitty’s cunt wants him there.   “‘m too full,” the kitten moans, falling down onto his elbows. “It’s too big,” then he falls further, onto his face in the moss, little ass lifted high for Jean-Jacques' fat cock as he pushes in further. He rakes his claws through the dirt in front of him, stretching out his tight body until JJ yanks him back up on his knees by the hair. “Ow!” the kitten squeals, cunt squeezing Jean-Jacques so tight he feels dizzy. “I know how to treat bad kittens, baby,” Jean-Jacques says, blinking back stars as he bottoms out deep inside the little slut. “Not like your boyfriend.” “S’ not my boyfriend,” Yuri says, voice shaky and weak. His thighs shake, too, cunt filled so completely he leaks his kitty honey all down his legs and over the silk of his stockings. Jean-Jacques starts to fuck him, yanking his pretty hair back as he thrusts. The kitten cries out, “Too much! Please! Jean-Jacques, it hurts!” But that’s just kitty talk. Jean-Jacques knows not to trust him. A moment later the kitten’s pushing back, like he can’t get enough, tiny hips rolling. So Jean-Jacques grabs his waist and a fistful of gold hair and fucks him all the way down to the ground, until the kitten’s drooling as he comes on Jean-Jacques’ paw, legs spread wide for the wolf. “Daddy,” he moans, woozy, but Jean-Jacques doesn’t hear. =============================================================================== The huntsman told himself he wasn’t going to watch, but Jean-Jacques laughed at him and said of course he would. He was right. The huntsman had been watching for a while. It’s a shame to throw his favorite kitten to the wolf. But he couldn’t think of any other way. He had to have Yuri. He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t explain it, either, to himself or to Jean-Jacques when he’d whistled and called him a freak. He needed two things: the kitten all spread out in his bed, and to know that no one was coming to look for him. So the plan is to get the kitty ruined, get him kicked out of grandpa’s, then take him for himself. They’d all say what a hero --the huntsman adopted the village stray, that poor dirty kitty nobody wants. He has a reputation to maintain. He rolls himself a cigarette, blindly, unwilling to look away from his angel. He narrows his eyes when Jean-Jacques pulls the kitten into his lap and gently slaps him awake. He better not try anything. Otabek brought his gun, just in case. Jean-Jacques coaxes the dizzy kitten into riding him, the wolf watching his big cock slip in and out of the kitten’s tender red cunt, mesmerized. Otabek lights up. He figures Jean-Jacques will hear the scratch of the match across his boot, think of him, and--knowing Jean--come. He’s not wrong. Jean-Jacques’ head snaps toward where Otabek’s hidden himself, then his eyes squeeze shut and his shaggy head falls back as he fills Yuri’s cunt up. He breaths heavy, pulling out to paint the kitten’s ass, too, licking the salt off his lovely white neck, eyes cracked, blue-yellow, toward the huntsman.   Otabek waits to see if Jean-Jacques tries to pull something--if he’ll run off with the kitty thrown over his back or try to take a big bite--but it’s worse than that. He whispers something in the kitten’s ear and kisses it, hand lingering on his chin. He almost looks ready to kiss him again when the huntsman fires into the air. The kitten gasps. Jean-Jacques runs. Otabek waits until he the sound of Jean-Jacques crashing through the brush fades, then a moment longer, until the soft breeze returns, shifting the shimmery dapples on the kitten’s muddy white stockings as he sits up, supporting himself with one hand. “Daddy?” Yuri asks the soft, silent green woods, absently picking the moss from his hair. From there, his job is easy. He doesn’t have to say a word. The kitten shouts in relief when he sees him emerge from the woods with his gun in his hand. Then, on cue, Yuri starts to cry, slim shoulders heaving. Otabek kneels, silent, to gather him up in his arms, the kitten clutching his ruined dress in his little paws as the huntsmen lifts him, carrying him over the ferns and logs and toadstools back to the safety of the trail. “Oh, daddy, it was awful!” Yuri cries, turning those big, green eyes on Otabek. “The big, bad wolf attacked me!” “ Shh , kitten,” the huntsman says, running his fingers through the streak of come Jean-Jacques left across Yuri’s little ass. “I know.” End Notes follow me on twitter @commandantllyn or on tumblr at djdaddybek Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!