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Heavy Duty - wolf hybrid!csc

w.c : 1.5 k ┊ synopsis : you didn't realise your hybrid boyfriend's wolf-like characteristics included having rut cycles.┊ content warning : smut , established relationship, mentions of sex marathon, lil hardcore, cumming inside w/o protection (other contraceptives taken or not according to your pref), claiming and marking, slight cum play

a/n : mdni !! part one of my 2k followers celebration guys we are there at last 😭

Seungcheol had always been different—his wolfish nature was apparent from the start. You noticed it in the way his eyes would gleam with a sharp intensity whenever he looked at you, the primal edge to his actions, and the subtle growl of his voice when he was particularly worked up. Being a wolf hybrid, his personality was dominant, protective, and possessive. In and out of bed, he was relentless.

But no one had prepared you for this—his rut.

You had heard about ruts from stories and books, but it never occurred to you that Seungcheol would experience one. His wolf side was powerful, but he mostly controlled it. However, this time was different. His first rut since you started dating was about to hit, and you quickly realized that his already high sex drive would skyrocket into something feral, something insatiable.

It began one morning when Seungcheol woke up earlier than usual, his body pressed tightly against yours as if seeking more than warmth. You stirred when you felt his hot breath on your neck, his hand firmly gripping your waist.

"Baby, you're so warm," he whispered, his voice deeper than usual, a low growl lacing his words. "I need you."

His usual morning neediness had an edge today, and you couldn’t quite place why. His hands, rough but always tender, started exploring your body more eagerly than before, and you could sense something was different. His touch wasn’t just affectionate—it was demanding, almost desperate.

"Seungcheol," you whispered, turning slightly to face him. "You okay?"

His eyes were glowing, almost like he was battling something inside. He kissed you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth as if tasting, devouring. His large hands gripped your thighs, pulling you against his chest, and his hardened length was already pressing insistently between your legs.

"I need you… so fucking badly," he murmured against your lips, his voice raw. "I don’t know what's wrong with me. I can’t stop thinking about you."

You whimpered softly at the heat of his words, your body responding instantly. You had always loved the way Seungcheol made you feel wanted, but this was different. He seemed almost… lost in his need for you.

It didn’t take long for him to tug your clothes off, his lips trailing fiery kisses down your neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave marks. You gasped as his teeth grazed your skin, and he growled in response, his lips latching onto your nipple, biting gently.

"Seungcheol, what's gotten into you?" you gasped.

His eyes met yours—darker, more dangerous. "I think it's my rut," he admitted breathlessly, his voice strained with lust. "I… fuck, baby, I don’t know if I can control it."

Your heart raced at the revelation. A rut. It made sense now. His heightened libido, his intensity—it was like he was a wild animal, unable to control his instincts.

Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed into yours again, his kiss so bruising and possessive that it took your breath away. He spread your legs with his knee, lining his cock up with your entrance, already dripping with arousal.

"I need to be inside you," he growled, his voice barely human anymore. "I need to fuck you, claim you."

Your body trembled with anticipation, and you nodded, unable to resist him. "Take me, Seungcheol," you whispered, voice trembling. "I’m yours."

That was all the permission he needed. With a low growl, he plunged into you in one swift, brutal thrust. You cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden stretch, the fullness, but Seungcheol wasn’t slowing down. His hips snapped against yours, his thrusts hard and fast, each one making you gasp for air.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice a rasp. "So fucking tight. You always take me so well, don’t you, baby?"

You whimpered in response, the pleasure building rapidly as his cock hit deep inside you, over and over. He was relentless, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You clawed at his back, trying to ground yourself, but it was no use. His pace was brutal, and you were lost in the sensation.

"That’s it, baby," Seungcheol growled, his lips brushing your ear. "Let me hear you. I want to hear you scream for me."

You moaned loudly as his words sent a jolt of heat through your body. He was going so deep, hitting places inside you that made your vision blur. You had never seen him like this before—so wild, so uncontrollable. It was intoxicating.

"Cheol, fuck… so deep," you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as he drove into you mercilessly.

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your skin. "You love it, don’t you? You love when I fuck you like this. You’re so fucking wet for me."

You couldn’t deny it. The primal need in his voice, the way his body dominated yours—it drove you wild. "Yes, Seungcheol… I love it. I love the way you fuck me," you moaned, your words spurring him on.

His pace quickened, his hips slamming against yours harder, faster. You could feel the pressure building, the orgasm creeping up on you with every brutal thrust. Seungcheol’s growls filled the room, his cock stretching you so perfectly, so deliciously.

"I’m going to fill you up, baby," he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "I’m going to fuck my cum so deep inside you, make you mine."

The thought sent you over the edge. Your body tightened around him as you came with a loud cry, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Seungcheol’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his voice hoarse as he slammed into you one last time, spilling himself deep inside you with a guttural moan. His body shuddered above you as he came, filling you up with his thick, hot cum.

For a moment, the two of you lay there, panting, his body still pressed against yours, his cock still buried deep inside you. But even as you tried to catch your breath, Seungcheol wasn’t done. His cock was still hard, still throbbing inside you.

"I’m not finished," he growled, his voice still thick with lust. "My rut… it’s not over yet."

Your eyes widened in surprise. You had expected him to be spent, but it seemed his rut was far from done. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, already eager for more.

"Seungcheol…" you started, but he silenced you with another kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he began to move again, slow but steady, his cock dragging along your sensitive walls.

"Three days," he murmured against your lips, his hands caressing your thighs. "It’s going to last for three days, baby. Can you handle that?"

The thought of being fucked like this for three days sent a shiver down your spine. But the way Seungcheol looked at you, his eyes filled with need and hunger—it made you want to give him everything.

"I can handle it," you whispered breathlessly, your body already heating up again.

Seungcheol grinned, his wolfish teeth showing as he leaned down to kiss you again, his hips picking up speed. "Good," he growled. "Because I’m not stopping until my rut is over."

And he didn’t stop.

For the next three days, Seungcheol fucked you like an animal in heat. Day and night, he took you in every position imaginable, his stamina seemingly endless. You barely had time to recover from one orgasm before he was thrusting into you again, his cock always hard, always ready. His words were filthy, his dirty talk sending you spiralling every time.

"Look at you," he growled one night, his hips snapping against yours as he fucked you from behind, his hands gripping your ass tightly. "You’re so fucking perfect. Taking me so well, like you were made for me."

You whimpered, your body trembling with pleasure as he pounded into you, his cock hitting deep. "I am, Seungcheol," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. "I’m made for you."

He groaned at your words, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "That’s right," he growled. "You’re mine. All mine."

By the end of his rut, you were exhausted, your body sore but thoroughly satisfied. Seungcheol lay beside you, his arm draped possessively over your waist, his body finally calm.

"You did so good," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate now that the storm had passed. "I love you."

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I love you too, Seungcheol."

As intense as it had been, there was something about the way he held you afterward, the way he looked at you with such adoration, that made it all worth it. Even in the chaos of his rut, Seungcheol had been yours—and you had been his.

kinktober week 1.2 - brat taming

sugar baby got some salt - y.jh (brat-taming, subhan, edging, vibrators, slight degradation)

The office was bathed in the cool, professional hum of voices, papers rustling, and the steady rhythm of business discussions. You were seated at the head of the table, surrounded by important clients, guiding the conversation with calm authority. The meeting was crucial — a make-or-break moment for the future of a major project. Everything was going smoothly until the doors to the conference room were flung open, causing heads to turn sharply.

In walked Jeonghan, your spoiled, bratty sugar baby, with a pout on his lips and fire in his eyes. His carefully styled blonde hair fell over his face as he marched directly toward you, completely ignoring the shocked stares from your clients. He was dressed in an oversized sweater and skinny jeans, looking effortlessly chic — a look he could pull off in any situation, but this was far from appropriate.

"Baby!" Jeonghan whined, crossing his arms in frustration. "Your credit card isn’t working! I just found the most perfect pair of shoes, and it got declined! What the hell?"

You shot him a glare, keeping your tone measured but firm. "Jeonghan, not now," you said quietly, trying not to draw more attention than he already had. You could feel the eyes of your clients boring into you, the weight of their judgment heavy.

But Jeonghan wasn’t having any of it. "Not now?" he repeated, his voice growing louder, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. "You don't understand! These shoes are literally one of a kind, and they’re going to be gone if I don’t buy them right now!"

A few of your clients exchanged uncomfortable glances, whispering among themselves, clearly taken aback by Jeonghan’s behavior. You clenched your jaw, trying to maintain your composure. This was not the time for one of his tantrums, especially not in front of people you were trying to impress.

"Jeonghan," you hissed under your breath, your patience wearing thin, "I will deal with this later. Please, leave the room now."

But instead of backing down, Jeonghan stomped his foot, his eyes narrowing as his pout deepened. "But I need it fixed now!" His voice was loud, childish, and completely unbothered by the fact that he was embarrassing you. "Why can’t you just tell them to hurry up? I’ve been waiting all day for this!"

Your clients were clearly shocked, and you could feel the tension rising in the room. The professionalism you had worked so hard to establish was crumbling before your eyes, all because of Jeonghan’s bratty behavior.

"Jeonghan," you snapped, your tone sharp enough to cut through the air, "get out. Now."

He glared at you, crossing his arms petulantly. "Fine," he huffed, spinning on his heel and marching toward the door, but not before throwing a final parting shot over his shoulder. "But if those shoes are gone, it’s your fault!"

As the door slammed behind him, you let out a slow, controlled breath, turning back to your stunned clients. "I apologize for the interruption," you said smoothly, slipping back into your role with ease, though inside, you were fuming. "Shall we continue?"

The meeting dragged on longer than you wanted, your thoughts clouded with the memory of Jeonghan’s outburst. You were already planning his punishment in your mind, knowing full well that his behavior wouldn’t go unchecked. By the time the meeting was over, and the last client had left, you were practically vibrating with anticipation.

When you finally entered your bedroom, you found Jeonghan perched on the edge of the bed, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and his lips were set in a pout that would have been adorable if you weren’t still so angry.

"Baby, I’m sorry," he said, his voice soft and sweet, the crocodile tears already starting to glisten in his eyes. "I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just—"

You cut him off with a sharp look, the corner of your lips curling into a smirk as you took in the sight of him sitting there, all pretty and fake sorry. "You think those fake tears are going to save you?" you asked, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. "You embarrassed me in front of my clients, Jeonghan. Do you think I’m just going to let that slide?"

Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip as his eyes darted to the floor. "I said I was sorry," he muttered, but there was a nervousness in his voice now, a recognition that he wasn’t going to get away with it this time.

"Sorry isn’t good enough," you said, your tone teasing as you reached out to grab his chin, tilting his head up so that he was forced to look at you. "You need to be punished, baby. And this time, there’s no getting out of it."

A shiver ran through his body, his eyes widening slightly at your words. "W-what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You’ll see," you purred, letting go of his chin and stepping back. "Strip. Now."

Jeonghan hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled off his oversized sweater, revealing the pale, smooth skin of his chest. He stood up to shimmy out of his jeans and boxer briefs, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Now completely naked, he lay down on the bed, his cock already half-hard from anticipation, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Good, slut," you praised, watching the way his body reacted to the words, his cock twitching at the praise. "Stay just like that."

You walked over to your drawer, pulling out a small black vibrator. When you turned back to him, you saw the nervous anticipation in his eyes, the way his body tensed slightly in preparation for what was to come.

"Do you remember what happens when you act like a brat?" you asked, your voice silky smooth as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. "You don’t get what you want."

He whimpered softly, his eyes flickering to the vibrator in your hand, already knowing where this was going. "Please…" he started, but you cut him off with a sharp press of the vibrator against his chest, right over his nipple.

"Begging already?" you teased, watching as his back arched off the bed, his body trembling beneath you. "We’re just getting started, baby."

The vibrator buzzed softly against his sensitive nipple, drawing out whimpers and soft moans from his lips as you trailed it across his chest, watching his skin twitch beneath the sensation. His cock was already leaking, twitching in desperation as you teased him mercilessly.

"Do you want more?" you asked, your voice low and commanding as you trailed the vibrator down his stomach, circling it teasingly around his cock without ever touching him directly.

"Y-yes," Jeonghan whimpered, his hips bucking up toward you, desperate for more stimulation. "Please, more…"

You smirked, pressing the vibrator against the base of his cock, watching as his body convulsed with pleasure, his head thrown back against the pillows. But before he could get too close, you pulled it away, leaving him on the edge. He whimpered loudly and you giggled at his desperation, watching his dick go down a little before you pressed the vibrator back over it.

he was writhing with the pleasure and pain. you let him come so close he almost cummed, but pulled away just in time again. he kicked his legs, whining like the brat he was. "I wanna cum!" he commanded as if he had even a little charge. You made a tch-tch sound at his brattiness as you set aside the vibrator.

"Not yet," you cooed, straddling his hips and positioning yourself over his cock. You sank down onto him slowly, feeling him stretch and fill you completely. His moans were louder now, more desperate, as his body trembled beneath yours.

You rode him slowly, your hands resting on his chest as you moved, your hips grinding down against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. His hands fisted the sheets, his body trembling as you used him for your own pleasure, his cock twitching inside you as he teetered on the edge of his orgasm.

"Please," Jeonghan begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please let me cum… I can’t… I need to—"

But you only smirked, riding him faster now, chasing your own release while denying him his. "You don’t get to cum yet," you said breathlessly, your nails digging into his chest as you felt your own orgasm approaching. "Not until I say so."

Jeonghan’s body shook violently beneath you, his eyes screwed shut as tears of frustration gathered in the corners of his eyes. "I can’t—" he whimpered, his voice breaking as his cock twitched helplessly inside you. "Please, I can’t hold it—"

You ignored his pleas, grinding down on him harder as your own orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you rode him through your release. Jeonghan’s body convulsed beneath you, his whimpers growing louder as he struggled to hold back his own release.

Finally, you slowed down, your breathing ragged as you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against his sweat-soaked forehead. "Now," you whispered, your voice soft and commanding. "Cum for me, baby."

The moment the words left your lips, Jeonghan’s body went rigid, his cock twitching violently inside you as he came with a loud, desperate moan. His release was immediate, spilling into you in hot, thick waves as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

He collapsed against the bed, completely spent, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You stayed on top of him for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of him inside you before getting off him. you got off the bed to get a warm and wet washcloth to clean you both.

"i hope you dont behave like such a brat again," you said, wiping down his thighs as he curled up near you, "unless, of course, you like being punished like a little slut like this."

kinktober week 1.5 - sensory play

muddy hands get busy - l.sm (sensory/texture play, subdk, teasing)

Seokmin couldn’t help but smile as he stepped into your art studio, his eyes widening with excitement at the thought of what he believed was going to be a cute, wholesome pottery date. He’d been looking forward to this for days, thinking about how romantic and peaceful it would be to make something together—his hands wrapped around yours as you both molded the clay into something beautiful, like one of those sweet scenes from a movie.

But you had other plans.

He glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights—the shelves lined with finished pottery, bags of clay stacked in the corner, and of course, the wheel sitting at the center of the room, waiting for the two of you. It felt cozy, comforting, and you could see the spark in his eyes as he turned to you with that signature Seokmin smile.

“This is going to be so fun,” he said excitedly, pulling you into a hug. “I’ve never done pottery before. You’ll have to teach me everything.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you murmured, your voice soft but laced with something that made Seokmin’s smile falter just for a second. “I’ll show you exactly what to do.”

There was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but he didn’t think much of it. After all, you had a way of teasing him sometimes, making him blush with your words, but surely today was just about art… right?

You led him to the pottery wheel, the excitement bubbling inside you as you watched him sit down in front of it, completely oblivious to what you had planned. Seokmin’s fingers flexed nervously as he glanced at the lump of clay in front of him.

“Okay, so… what do I do first?” he asked, looking up at you with an eager expression.

You smiled, stepping behind him and placing your hands gently on his shoulders. “First, you need to knead the clay,” you explained softly, leaning in closer so that your lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “You have to make sure it’s soft and ready before you can shape it.”

Seokmin shivered slightly at the closeness of your voice, but he obediently reached for the clay, his hands pressing into it as he began to knead, just like you instructed. The feeling of the soft material between his fingers was oddly soothing, and for a moment, he relaxed into the task, unaware of the mischief brewing behind him.

You watched him work for a moment, then slowly let your hands drift from his shoulders, trailing down his arms until your fingers hovered over his, guiding him. “Like this,” you whispered, pressing your body closer to his, letting him feel the warmth of you against his back. "See, its perfectly wet."

He tensed slightly, the proximity catching him off guard, but he didn’t protest. Not yet.

As he continued kneading the clay, your hands moved, ghosting over his chest and slowly working at the buttons of his shirt. “You’re doing such a good job, Seokmin,” you purred, your voice a little more sultry than before. “But I think you might get a little too warm. Let’s take this off, okay?”

Seokmin’s hands stilled for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt your fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air of the studio. “W-What are you…?” he began, but you shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Just relax,” you murmured, pulling his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside. “It’s just us here anyways.”

He swallowed hard, his heart racing now as you started trailing your hands over his bare chest, your fingers teasing the sensitive skin. Seokmin tried to focus on the clay, but the way your hands were roaming his body made it difficult—impossible even. Every touch sent a shiver down his spine, his muscles twitching as he struggled to stay composed.

“Keep going,” you whispered in his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “You have to shape the clay, Seokmin.”

His hands moved again, shakily this time, trying to keep up with your instructions. But then your hands slipped lower, fingers grazing the waistband of his pants, and Seokmin’s breath hitched once more.

“Let’s get these off too,” you teased, your hands working at the button of his pants before pulling them down, along with his boxers, just enough to expose him. His hard dick sprang free, already aching and flushed from the teasing touches.

“Y/N…” Seokmin whimpered, his voice shaky with a mix of surprise and arousal. He was trying so hard to stay focused, to follow your instructions, but the way your hands moved over him, the cool air on his exposed skin, was driving him insane.

“Shhh,” you cooed, your lips brushing his ear again. “You’re doing so well. Just focus on your work, baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You placed your hands over his again, helping him shape the clay while your body pressed against his, your fingers guiding his every move. The sensation of the wet, cool clay mixed with the warmth of your body against his was overwhelming, and Seokmin could feel his pulse quickening, his cock twitching in the open air.

Your hands were soon slick with the wet clay as you continued to guide him, shaping the pot with deliberate slowness. you slowly dragged your hands back, spreading the wet clay over his arms and reaching his chest, flicking his cute nipples.

“You like that, don’t you?” you whispered, your fingers tracing circles over his chest, leaving smudges of clay on his skin. “So sensitive… such a good boy for me.”

Seokmin whimpered again, his hips shifting involuntarily as the teasing touch sent jolts of pleasure through him. He was trying so hard to focus, but your words, your hands, the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable—it was all too much.

“Y/N, please…” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “I-I can’t… I need…”

You smiled at his desperation, loving how obedient he was being despite how much you were teasing him. “You need what, Seokmin?” you asked, your hands trailing lower, just barely brushing his thighs, but never quite touching him where he needed it most. “Tell me.”

“I need… I need you to touch me,” he whimpered, his hips lifting slightly as if begging for more contact. “Please, Y/N…”

You chuckled softly, your fingers trailing over his lower abdomen, spreading the wet clay over his skin in a deliberate, teasing manner. “So impatient,” you teased. “But you haven’t even finished your pot yet, Seokmin. You’re not done with your work.”

Seokmin’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as he tried to keep going, his hands shaking as he worked the clay. He was so close to breaking, so close to losing control, and yet he still wanted to be good for you. He wanted to follow your instructions, even though his body was screaming for release.

“Good boy,” you murmured in his ear, your hands finally moving to his cock, wrapping around the base with a firm but gentle grip. The warmth of his dick against the coolness of the clay made him moan, his head falling back as his hips bucked slightly into your touch.

You stroked him slowly, coating his length with the wet clay as you worked him over, watching with satisfaction as his body trembled beneath you. “Does that feel good?” you asked, your voice soft but laced with dominance.

“Yes… yes,” Seokmin gasped, his hips thrusting up into your hand, desperate for more. “Please… please, Y/N, don’t stop…”

But you weren’t going to make it that easy for him. “Focus, Seokmin,” you said, your tone playful but commanding. “You have to finish your pot.”

He whimpered, his hands moving shakily as he tried to focus, but it was so hard with the way you were stroking him, the way your hands moved over his body, the contrast of the cold clay and the heat of his own arousal. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and he was so close—so painfully close.

Just as the pot was taking its final shape, Seokmin’s body was trembling with the need for release. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing in your hand as he teetered on the edge.

“I’m so close…” he whimpered, his voice breaking as his body begged for permission to let go. “Please, Y/N… I’m so close…”

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, your voice soft and sweet as you finally gave him what he wanted. “Go ahead, Seokmin,” you whispered. “Cum for me.”

The moment the words left your lips, Seokmin’s body tensed, and with a low, guttural moan, he came hard, his release spilling over the pot he had worked so hard to shape. His whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him, his cum mixing with the wet clay in a messy, beautiful display of his surrender.

You watched him with a satisfied smile, your hand still stroking him through his orgasm until he was spent, his body collapsing against you in exhaustion.

“Oh, Seokmin,” you teased, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “What a waste of good clay… and fresh cum.”

heyyy. i totally get the wanting to quit thing. like honestly thats kinda where im at rn w things but i think honestly just take a step back n reevaluate things.

you should write bcs u want to, not bcs ur being forced to or bcs there’s a lot of pressure to pump out fics like a machine. do what makes u happy, write something that YOU want to. and if you start something and can’t finish it, that’s completely okay. people lose passion for certain things all the time; it’s normal.

just take ur time w things. there’s no rush with anything. you don’t need to be posting fics everyday. that’s way too much pressure to put on one person.

i hope you’re doing okay tho. :)

I love how people think I am serious when I said quiting because come on guys do y'all even know ceecee I can't stand not yapping 😂🙏🏻😭🫶🏻

I am bring y'all some good goodies to read for kinktober by today or latest tomorrow so be prepared hehehe

same anon here

if possible do you think you could possibly make a master list for these fics? 👀

if you already did one please link it!

or if you don’t want to that’s fine as well!!!

I plan on making one after I post all the fics! Since I am not really posting anything else other than these for the timebeing (save a few post of me screaming over jihoon prolly) you can always scroll and find the older fics nearby since it all goes in their age order