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Her legs tremble as they wrap around his waist. Bleary eyes struggling to stay open as her usually charming classmate’s cock practically tears Karina in half. In the pale night of the full moon, shining through the thin curtains of his bedroom, Winter looks almost inhuman. And as Karina catches a glimpse of his almost animalistically sharp teeth, Karina starts to think that he might actually be. Winter’s always been strange. But Karina thought she was crazy to think such a thing. Everyone else seemed to like him— they were drawn to him. He was kind, charming, smart, and most importantly, handsome. He was perfect. Too perfect. There had to be something seriously wrong with him. Something so sinister that he had to have everyone around him enchanted for his poison to not take effect. Or at least so Karina thought. But her skepticism only seemed to draw him in further.
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Karina slides into her seat right as her professor’s alarm rings. The tone signals the start of class— thank god she wasn't late. The morning had been hectic, traffic lining every lane of the highway on her drive. Maybe next year she should just room here instead.
The boy next to Karina shoots her a small smile as class begins. She knows of him, she realizes.
Everyone does.
Kim Winter is a loner, but not in the usual sense of the word. He doesn’t have a set “friend group,” more he sits alone, talks to whoever is around him. Karina’s heard nothing but nice things about him. How smart he is, how polite, how surprising it is that he doesn’t have more friends. Or a girlfriend.
They’ve said he doesn’t like to fall in love— he’s never been seen within less than a foot and a half of a woman the whole time he’s been at this university.
Karina can see what attracts people to him now. He holds himself with the kind of confidence that only comes from someone so sure of themselves that they don’t need the validation of those around them.
It’s attractive, actually.
And so is he. Karina can’t help sneaking peeks towards him during the lecture. She’d have to borrow the notes from her friends because every word falling from her professor's lips goes in one ear and straight out the other while her eyes are on Winter. He’s got straight, black hair that falls to the end of his shoulders, and big brown eyes that send a sensation straight to her lower abdomen when he glances over at Karina.
The way his t-shirt grips his biceps with that cute puppy tattoo showing is a plus too, of course.
Karina has no idea how she never noticed him before. Because fuck, now that she has, it’s like she can’t look away. It feels perverse, almost, the way her eyes rake up and down every inch of his body.
But she can’t help it— it’s like Karina’s drawn to him.
He bends over to grab his water bottle, and the way his Adam’s Apple bobs up and down when he swallows has Karina pressing her thighs tight together. She’s so close together in the 3-person table that his arm brushes hers when he scribbles down a note on his lined paper. He was left-handed? Lucky for Karina, because that means whenever both of them write something, their elbows touch.
Fuck, Karina feels like a thirteen year old again, giggly inside just from the simple touch of a cute boy.
But Karina can’t help it!
Something about Winter is magnetic and there must be metal in her eyes because if eyes could have sex, his would be pregnant.
Karina hopes to catch a word with him before they both have to go, because a single two-hour period of time is not enough for her, at all.
At the end of class, when he stands, Karina stands too, so fast that her pencil case falls to the ground.
“Here, let me,” Winter mumbles, stooping to pick it up for her.
Her heart’s pounding so fast she can hear it in her ears. He extends his hand to give her back what she dropped, but Karina’s frozen, eyes flicking from his face to where his shirt clings to his frame at his chest.
His voice again snaps Karina out of her stupor. “Come on, darling. Eyes up here, I don’t have all day.”
If it were anyone else, every single one of those words would’ve sent Karina running. But from Winter, let’s be honest, she’d get on her knees in seconds if he asked in that tone.
“Sorry,” Karina whispered. Her fingers brush when she takes her pencil case back, and Winter smiles at her flustered expression.
“You’re all good. I’m Winter, by the way.”
“I know.” Her eyes go wide. “Not in a stalker-y way! I’ve just.. heard of you. That’s all. I’m not a weirdo.”
Fuck, why’d she say that?? Now he must think Karina’s some sort of awkward, obsessed girl who can’t even have a normal conversation.
She’s in luck, however, because he laughs and leans his hip against the table. The two of them are alone in the room— everyone’s walked out and her professor is on their lunch break now— and his proximity is making her legs tremble.
“Got it. So, Miss Not-A-Weirdo, should I keep calling you that or..?”
Karina rushed to introduce herself.
“Alright then, Karina Yu. See you tomorrow?”
Winter’s eyes are innocently wide, looking at her with a sparkle in them that is so endearing she has to break eye contact. “Sounds good.”
Karina takes one last look at him as the two of them part ways at the doorway. There’s something just slightly off about Winter’s appearance, and she can’t put her finger on it. He doesn’t look entirely human, if that makes sense. Maybe it’s only the way his sideburns reach to the end of his ear, but he just seems a little… wolfish? Or vampirish?
Karina’s making things up. He’s just got an interesting face, sharp incisors and all.
But Winter’s on her mind all the rest of the day, well into the night, and she’s surprised by the craving that her mind has developed for Winter.
Much to her surprise, the next day, he starts up a conversation with Karina. Just something small, about the work for the class, but the day after that he’s asking her to eat lunch with him.
“Are you being for real?” Karina’s voice comes out like a squeak and she could punch herself.
“Why would I be kidding?”
“I mean, I don’t know, you’re kind of famous for not sitting with people.”
The two of them are walking out to the courtyard, backpacks slung over their shoulders. When Winter stops Karina with a hand on her shoulder to point her in the direction of his lunch spot she can feel her heart speeding up.
“Over here.” Winter hops up onto a slab of concrete right next to the stairs. “Just because I don’t sit with friends doesn’t mean I don’t sit with people.”
He’s got her there.
“I guess. Anyways, how come you don’t have friends?” Karina realizes she sounds like a total bitch and rushes to correct herself. “I just mean, you seem like a nice person, how come no one bothers being friends with you?”
Winter gives her a small smile. “I don’t know. But I don’t necessarily mind, either. I like talking to different people. You hear such interesting things when you don’t bother yourself with the same people every day.”
That makes sense, Karina guessed. “But you’d bother with me?”
The tips of Winter’s ears go pink.
He doesn’t answer, only unwrapping a chocolate-chip cookie from its aluminum foil shell. “Cookie?”
His change of topic doesn’t go over her head, but Karina accepts the offer. The sugary sweetness coats her taste buds and she gives him a thumbs up. “Thanks,” Karina said once she swallowed.
“Of course,” Winter hums, and they slip into a soft, comfortable silence.
“You wanna come over to study sometime?” Winter asks a moment later.
Her eyes go wide. Hell yeah she does. Being alone with this fine-ass man? Yes please.
But, keeping it composed, Karina simply says. “Sure. I’m having some trouble with what we’re working on now.”
“I can help with that.” Of course Winter can. “Do you want to come over Saturday night?”
Karina pulled out her phone to check her calendar. “I’m supposed to go out with my friends that night.”
“Please?”
The tone of his voice has her stomach twisting. Pleading, almost, like it’d ruin his whole year if she didn’t come over.
Karina looks down at her phone again, to where it says ‘date with the girls’. “I really shouldn’t…” But Winter’s eyes are on hers again when she looks up, and she backtracks so fast Karina surprises herself. “I’ll reschedule. Plus, there’s like five of us, it’s not too bad if I’m not there.”
The grin Winter shines her way is absolutely dazzling, but, once again, the angle of his canines catch Karina off guard. They’re sharp, longer than his other teeth, and something seems weird about them.
Karina mentally shakes off the feeling. She’s going to his fucking house. It’s time to celebrate, not think about the strangeness of his teeth.
Karina shoots a quick text to her and her friends’ group text thread, explaining that she has a “tutoring session” that night and will unfortunately have to miss their date.
A little bit of guilt curls itself in the pit of her stomach, but not enough to outweigh the pure excitement at the prospect of a few hours all alone with Winter.
He gives Karina his address and apartment number, as well as his phone number, and she types the three into her phone with shaking fingers.
Saturday was only two days away, but it couldn’t have felt any further.
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Karina knocks twice on the door to Winter’s apartment.
Goosebumps pelt every inch of her exposed skin while she waited for him to answer— it’s a chilly day and she forgot her jacket.
But she doesn't have to wait long.
Karina hears soft footsteps padding to the door and seconds later it’s opening and Winter’s wrapping an arm around her to pull her inside.
“You’re freezing, come in, let me get you a jacket…” He’s bustling around his apartment, which is a perfect reflection of the Winter Karina only knows a little of.
It’s neat, organized, coffee-with-cream walls devoid of decoration, and there are shelves upon shelves of books lining the edges of the living room. And his room too, once she entered it.
The air is cozy, some sort of fuzzy intimacy presenting itself as Karina sat side-by-side with Winter in his bed, now wrapped in an oversized hoodie of his that fits her just how she likes. She tries to convince herself that the unspoken emotions hanging themselves in the air are purely figments of her own imagination.
But when Winter opens his notes, clearing his throat to speak, there’s a choked twinge to his voice that lets Karina know in a second that, whatever it is, he feels it too. She can’t even let her bare skin touch him without getting all warm inside.
And the white tank top he’s got on is not helping at all.
“Here, this is what I got from what Professor Choi was saying.”
Karina has to lean herself against Winter’s shoulder to read the tidy scrawl of his handwriting. “That makes sense, but how does it correlate to the reading? That was what I didn’t get.”
Winter’s explaining to Karina exactly what’s going on, but his heart doesn’t seem to be in it, and as the light of the full moon peaks in through his open window, her peripheral vision tells Karina something is happening to his face.
It’s almost as if he’s shifting a little bit— canines getting even sharper, the hair on his arms thickens, the muscles in his body seemingly filling out even more.
She must be seeing things, that’s simply not possible.
But even as Karina thinks it, he turns to her, and the look on Winter’s face is purely predatory.
And an idea hits Karina, but it’s not possible, is it? That this boy right here is a fucking werewolf?
Not a werewolf in the typical way, not like Professor Lupin’s transformation in Harry Potter.
No, it’s more subtle. If Karina hadn’t been paying so much attention to him, she wouldn’t even have noticed in the first place.
But the glint in Winter’s eyes is hungry. For Karina.
Winter’s on her in seconds, lips claiming hers, and Karina could melt at the feeling alone. Well, that’s a stretch, but his touch does set off something in her that settles itself under her skin and stays there.
“Fuck, I knew it..” Winter whispers, lips shiny from a mix of both his salvia and hers. “I knew it was you.”
Karina doesn't even bother asking what he means, mainly because he doesn’t give her a second to, tugging her skirt down her thighs and throwing them onto the floor.
Winter unbuckles his belt, and his shorts and shirt quickly make a pile with the rest of their clothes.
And fuck, is Winter a sight to behold above Karina. The lines of his body are statuesque, defined and absolutely perfect. She reached up to trace a slow hand down his torso. The contact of her skin on his makes both of them shiver, and without warning, he’s pulling her thighs around his waist. She can feel him against her clit through both his boxers and her underwear.
“Let me fuck you, please, I need to.” Winter’s breathless, pants painting the skin of her neck.
Karina can barely muster a nod, but thankfully, that’s all he needs.
The rest of her clothes are on the floor in seconds and Winter pushes the head of his cock into her soaked cunt. Thank god Karina’s dripping, because he’s fucking into her without warning, hands on her hips dragging her farther down on his thick cock.
Karina’s mouth is hung open in a perpetual silent scream as Winter fucks her so purely animalistic that she’s shaking, black spots overtaking her vision. She’s rendered senseless underneath Winter in seconds, dick filling Karina so good, it’s like she was made for him.
Karina must be on the same wavelength as Winter, because that’s what he’s mumbling in her ear over and over again. “Fucking built for me, knew it, could tell the moment you sat next to me, sexy body so warm next to me, of course it’s you.”
Karina moves to touch Winter again, tears wetting her lashes as a pathetic whine wrenches itself from her throat, but he shakes his head. “Let me fuck you good, pretty, it’s my job now.”
“Okay,” Karina whispered, breath knocked out of her at the repeated smack of Winter’s pelvis against her cunt. He’s hoisted her legs up and over his shoulders in order to get closer to her, and the tears finally slip down her cheeks when he finds that perfect spot inside Karina.
“Call me daddy,” Winter mumbles, and her eyes widen at the command.
“Fuck, feels so good, daddy.”
Karina’s voice is fucked already, she can hear it in her own ears.
Winter’s dick twitches deep inside her at the name. Karina can feel the warmth in his body as it seeps into her, like he’s laying himself under her skin. "ah— fuck, so fucking good around me, taking me so good, what a good girl..."
Karina flutters around Winter at his words and she lets out a low moan. It’s purely pornographic, erotic in the best way possible.
She can barely breathe by this point, big cock practically rearranging her insides.
“Feel good, pretty?” Winter coos in her ear, fingers lacing with hers. She nods quickly, tears pooling on the pillowcase under her head. “Yes, daddy,” Karina whispers, and he only smirks from above her.
“Good, that’s what I’m supposed to be doing, only wanna make my pretty mate feel good…”
Mate? Oh, what the fuck has Karina gotten herself into.
Her question must show plainly on her face because he grins at Karina almost sadistically. “Don’t you realize? You’re supposed to be mine, it was written into existence by the moon herself. Can’t you feel it?”
Karina can.
The whole time, she’s been swearing she must be ovulating or something. Because the way Karina feels anytime she gets close to Winter is not normal, in any way at all. It’s like there’s a burn under her skin that can only be satiated by the touch of his.
Winter smirks at her fucked expression. “Of course you can, I’m so glad it’s you, so fucking pretty under me. Gonna be mine forever, won’t you?”
Karina nods frantically, tears leaving paths all down her cheeks.
“Wanted you since the first day of class, wanted you inside me, thank you, thank you so much.”
Her voice is strained, barely above a whisper, but Winter can hear and it sets him off.
“T— too fast, fuck, Winter—ah— im, gonna cum, feel s’ good.”
God, the sight of Karina under Winter is the purest form of art he’s seen in his life. Eyes glossy, body limp, he’s left reddening bite marks up the line of her tits, up to her jaw. And oh, she feels perfect around him, gummy walls sucking him in like Winter belongs between Karina’s legs and should stay there all day long.
“Go ‘head, done so good, taking me like an angel.” Winter noses up her neck, sucking a mark onto the softness of her skin. Her floral scent is absolutely intoxicating to him, sweet and winding itself around him like a python around its prey.
Karina’s whole body trembles against Winter as the ivy tendrils of pleasure wrap her form, coaxing quiet noises of pure ecstasy to fall from her tongue.
His tip kisses her cervix with every movement, and little gasps of whimpers slip past the restraints of her parted lips.
Any word Karina tries to get out is slurred, but Winter catches his name mixed in with strings of profanities that has him trying to settle the race of his heart.
“There we go, pretty, could cum at the sight of you like this, fucked out on my cock, aren’t you?” Karina can’t even fathom responding, walls still convulsing around the girth of Winter. He grins down at her, sharp teeth on display, hips losing their perfection as he nears his own high.
“Gonna knot you, pretty little slut, gonna’ be all full with my pups, make you a mommy, how’d you like that?”
Winter’s voice is a growl and sends a shiver down her back, straight to her cunt. Karina can only nod, mumbling something about how she needs him, wanting him to fill her up so perfectly.
It almost feels like Winter’s getting bigger inside Karina, the base of his dick swelling before his cum meets her fluttering walls. She’s sure it makes its way to her womb, but she couldn’t care less. The only thing that even crosses her mind is the fact that he’s trembling above her, dick twitching inside her while he still fucks into Karina relentlessly.
“Fuck, can’t take it, pussy taking me so good, so perfect,” Winter exhales, collapsing on top of Karina. His forearms shake while he tries to hold himself up, and she lays a gentle hand on the smooth skin of his shoulder.
Karina wants to say something.
She really, really does. But her brain is so fuzzy that she can’t string two words together mentally.
Luckily, it seems that even in this feral, half-animal state, Winter can understand the things she’s trying to convey. He lays himself next to her, and she gives him a single smile before Karina’s out cold.
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Karina wakes up beside a very normal-looking Winter, a headache pounding at her temples. If it weren’t for the fact that her inner thighs are white and sticky from his cum, she’d think that she had made up the whole thing.
Karina takes a moment to just look at Winter. That’s funny, simply because that’s what she’s been doing for every day of class the past week.
But something about Winter looks different, now that he’s next to Karina, shoulders peeking out from under his grey comforter. His face is relaxed, jaw slack and the tips of his sharp incisors visible past the pink of his lips. He looks comfortable, off-guard, none of the “loner” facade from before.
“Can feel you staring,” Winter mumbles.
Karina’s cheeks go hot and her gaze drops when his eyes open.
“Sorry.”
“It’s all right, darling, I’d do the same.” Winter sits up in bed and Karina could curse at the small hitch in her breath when the blanket falls to his waist.
His body must’ve been designed by the gods, because holy fuck, it was insane. His arms with the veins curling around the girth of his forearms, defined pecs that made her want to take a bite, and abs like fucking Hawaiian bread rolls.
Karina has no idea how she hadn’t noticed last night.
Winter’s smirking at her when Karina finally looks back at his face, and the smirk tugging his lips causes something to twist inside her. That, combined with the sparkle of his eyes on hers, is enough to have her heart pounding in her throat.
“I got so lucky, with you as my mate, so pretty.” Winter leans his face in his hands, cheeks pink, like he’s embarrassed himself by his own sudden declaration.
Karina doesn't say anything— there are too many things rattling around in her brain. But she does press her lips to Winter’s, so gently he makes up for her tentative action by kissing her back, hands cradling her face.
It’s like this kiss makes up for everything the night before didn’t include. Intimacy on another level, a warm feeling rising up her neck. Being in Winter’s arms feels right, like Karina belongs there.
His lips are soft, searching almost, prodding against hers with such certainty that she’s trembling against his form.
And something about the way Winter looks at Karina when she finally pulls away from him has her pulling him down onto her again.
The corner of Winter’s lips twitch up into the ghost of a smirk, arms on either side of Karina.
“Let me make love to you this time, won’t you, pretty?”