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  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.”
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