Today's Political Question : Is Pretty Privilege Real Or Not

Today's political question : is pretty privilege real or not

If pretty privilege isn't real then why hasn't svt kicked Jeonghan's ass for the shit he pulls huh? Why does he have the premium credit card (cheol) and like 79 and counting something boyfriends huh?

Say no to this face. I dare you. He can ask for a billion dollars with that face and I'd rob a bank for him.

Fast Pace - bunny hybrid!yjh

w.c : 2.1 k ┊ synopsis : no one could prepare you for the wild thing your cute little fluffy bunny hybrid boyfriend turns into when he's horny┊ content warning : smut , established relationship, no mentions of protection use, eating out, physical animal characteristics like ears, tongue etc. really not many warnings.

a/n : finally part 2 of the hybrid series 😭😭😭 sorry to you guys my lazy ass couldn't whip out that fic faster

You'd always known Jeonghan to be a little quirky—adorable with his fluffy bunny ears, soft pink nose, and even softer personality. From the moment you met him, he was nothing but a ball of sweetness and affection, his hybrid traits only making him more irresistible. His floppy ears would perk up at the sound of your voice, and his doe-like eyes never failed to light up when you were around. His playful, almost teasing affection, endless cuddles, and nuzzles made him the perfect boyfriend—or so it seemed.

But there was a side to him you hadn't fully prepared for.

It wasn't that you didn’t know hybrids had their urges. After all, Jeonghan was a bunny hybrid, and his natural instincts leaned heavily toward affection, intimacy, and... well, procreation. What you hadn't expected was how intense it could be—how your sweet, innocent bunny could transform into something far more wild and primal when he was in the mood.

And tonight, it seemed, Jeonghan was in that mood.

The day had been ordinary enough. You and Jeonghan spent the afternoon together, lounging in the living room while he nestled himself against you, his head resting on your chest as you absentmindedly stroked his silky-soft ears. He was warm, comforting, and as usual, incredibly cuddly. Every so often, he'd nuzzle your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin, whispering sweet things that made your heart flutter.

But as the evening wore on, something shifted. The way his hands lingered a little too long on your hips, how his kisses became less innocent and more heated, hungry even. His little pecks on your neck turned into wet, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. The air between you thickened with tension.

"You're acting different tonight," you mused, noticing the way his hands gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh with a little more intent.

His reply was a low hum, his breath hot against your ear. "Am I?" he whispered, the tip of his tongue brushing against your earlobe. "I don't think I am. I'm just... really happy to be with you."

His lips trailed down your jawline, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. You could feel the wetness of his tongue as he tasted you, a soft sigh escaping his mouth when he reached the curve of your shoulder.

"Jeonghan..." You bit your lip, feeling a knot of heat coil low in your belly as his kisses grew more fervent. "Are you... in heat?"

He paused, his bunny ears twitching slightly as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. The playful glint in his gaze was undeniable.

"Maybe," he answered, his voice dropping an octave, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Or maybe I just want to taste you tonight."

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, one hand cupping your face while the other slid up under your shirt, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. His tongue slipped between your lips, exploring your mouth with an eagerness that made you moan softly into him.

Jeonghan's kisses were always sweet, but tonight, they felt different—there was an intensity to them, a hunger that left you breathless.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were slightly swollen, his eyes darkened with lust. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his fingers brushing over your cheek. "I can't stop thinking about you, touching you... tasting you."

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat of his words wash over you. "Then why don't you?"

A shiver ran down your spine as his gaze locked onto yours, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, don't worry, love," he whispered, leaning in to nip at your lower lip with his sharp little teeth. "I plan on tasting you everywhere."

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself pinned to the bed, Jeonghan looming over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His usual soft and fluffy demeanour had been replaced by something darker, more primal, as he almost tore off your clothes with an almost desperate urgency. His hands roamed your body with greedy intent, his fingers lingering on the curves of your ass, the swell of your breasts, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

You gasped as his lips found their way to your neck, kissing and biting at the tender flesh with a roughness that left your skin tingling. His tongue flicked out to soothe the marks he'd made, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered filthy promises in your ear.

"I'm going to make you feel so good tonight," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're going to be begging for more by the time I'm done with you."

Your heart raced at his words, the anticipation of what was to come making your skin prickle with excitement. Jeonghan's kisses grew more desperate as he trailed his mouth down your body, stopping to tease your nipples with his tongue and teeth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive peaks until you were writhing beneath him, your fingers tangled in his hair as you moaned his name.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he shifted lower, his breath ghosting over your stomach as he kissed his way down to the apex of your thighs.

"Jeonghan, please..." you whimpered, your hips bucking against his mouth as his hot breath fanned over your most sensitive area.

He let out a low chuckle, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you still as he teased you with the tip of his tongue, flicking it against your clit with feather-light touches that left you gasping for more. "So eager," he murmured, his velvety pink tongue darting out to taste you again, this time with more pressure, more intent.

The sensation of his tongue on you was nothing short of divine. He licked and sucked at your clit with an intensity that left you trembling, his hot, wet tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that made your toes curl. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, your body tightening with each flick of his tongue, each wet, needy sound he made as he devoured you like you were his last meal.

His fingers joined the fray, sliding into your wetness with ease, curling inside you as his tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue was almost too much to bear, your body arching off the bed as you teetered on the edge of release.

"Jeonghan, I'm so close," you panted, your fingers tightening in his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth.

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body as he doubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a rhythm that left you gasping for air.

And then, with one final flick of his tongue, you came undone, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave as you cried out his name, your body shaking with the intensity of your release.

But Jeonghan wasn't done yet.

Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so that you were on your knees, your face pressed into the pillows as he positioned himself behind you. You could feel the hardness of his cock against your ass, the tip already leaking as he rubbed it against your wet folds.

"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin.

You nodded, too breathless to speak, your body aching with the need to be filled, to feel him inside you.

Jeonghan didn't waste any time. With one quick thrust, he was inside you, filling you to the hilt as he let out a low groan of pleasure. You cried out, the sensation of him stretching you sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as he began to move, his hips snapping against yours with a relentless pace that left you gasping for air.

He fucked you hard and fast, his movements rough and desperate as he chased his own release, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you with each thrust. You could feel the pressure building again, another orgasm just within reach as he pounded into you, the intensity overwhelming your senses. Jeonghan’s grip on your hips tightened as he angled himself to hit even deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained with need. “So tight... I can’t get enough of you.”

His words only fueled the fire burning within you, and you could feel yourself losing control, the coil in your belly tightening once again. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your desperate moans and the guttural noises Jeonghan made as he fucked you with abandon.

Your body trembled beneath him, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. You could feel the heat pooling low in your abdomen, your third orgasm just out of reach. Jeonghan seemed to sense it too, his pace quickening, his cock slamming into you with renewed vigor.

“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?” he growled, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “I can feel it. You’re so close...”

“Yes,” you gasped, your hands fisting the sheets as your body bucked beneath him. “Jeonghan, please—I’m so close.”

His hand snaked around your body, finding your swollen clit with expert precision. He rubbed tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. The combination of his rough thrusts and the stimulation on your clit was too much—your body convulsed as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling and gasping for air.

Jeonghan groaned at the way your walls clenched around him, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. He thrust into you a few more times before he stilled, burying himself deep inside you as he came with a loud, guttural moan, his hot release spilling into you.

You both stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of it all. Jeonghan’s head rested against your shoulder, his bunny ears twitching slightly as he pressed soft kisses to your neck.

When he finally pulled out of you, you collapsed onto the bed, your body exhausted and spent. Jeonghan flopped down beside you, pulling you into his arms as he nuzzled into your hair, his nose brushing against your neck.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, his voice soft and gentle again, a stark contrast to the rough, dominant tone he’d had just moments ago.

You nodded, snuggling into his warmth, your heart still racing from the intensity of what had just happened. “Yeah,” you breathed, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips. “That was... incredible.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. I told you I’d make you feel good.”

You laughed, playfully swatting at his chest. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

Jeonghan grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulled you closer. “What can I say? I’m just a little bunny in heat.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you nestled against him, feeling his warmth and affection surround you. For all his teasing and perverted nature, Jeonghan was still your sweet, cuddly bunny—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

As you both drifted off to sleep, your body still humming with the afterglow of your passion, you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time Jeonghan’s bunny instincts would take over. And honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

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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 1.5 - 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.”

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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

OVERLOAD - deer hybrid!hjs

w.c : 2.1 k ┊ synopsis : the deer hybrid man who you met at bar filled you up .... really.┊ content warning : smut , one night stand , no protection , creampie , body fur

a/n : hehehehe part 3 is out of my 2k followers celebration

The bar was buzzing with life, but none of it compared to the man who sat across from you. Joshua, with his soft, ethereal features and kind, honey-colored eyes, seemed too perfect for this world. From the moment your eyes met, there was a magnetic pull between you, one that only intensified as the night wore on.

He had bought you a drink, and from there, the conversation flowed easily. His voice was calming, like a gentle melody. Despite his calm demeanor, there was something undeniably alluring about him. The more you talked, the more you realized that Joshua wasn’t just handsome—he was captivating in ways you couldn’t explain.

You were drawn to him, and when he leaned in, his hand grazing your thigh, a heat blossomed between your legs. The chemistry was undeniable, and when he finally asked, "Do you want to get out of here?" you didn’t hesitate.

The walk to his place was a blur, filled with stolen glances and smoldering anticipation. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Joshua was on you, his lips pressing against yours with a hunger that took you by surprise. His hands roamed your body, fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath your clothes as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer to him. You melted into his touch, feeling the hard lines of his body against yours.

His kisses were slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second. When he pulled away for just a moment, you could see something dark and lustful in his eyes. But there was something else—something hesitant.

"There’s something I need to tell you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

You cocked your head, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Joshua’s gaze dropped to the floor for a second before he met your eyes again. "I’m not like most guys… I’m different."

"Different how?" you asked, intrigued rather than worried.

He took a deep breath, his pupils dilating slightly, and before you could react, you saw it—a flicker of something else. His calm, almost ethereal presence took on a more animalistic edge. His movements, while still graceful, had a rawness to them. Then, in the low light, you noticed something subtle but unmistakable—small patches of soft brown fur near the base of his neck, disappearing over his shoulders under his shirt, and a faint scent in the air that was musky, primal.

"I’m a deer hybrid," he confessed quietly.

You blinked, the pieces clicking into place—the gentleness, the quiet confidence, the way his eyes seemed to hold something deeper. "That’s… wow," you breathed, excitement bubbling in your chest. "That’s amazing."

Joshua let out a soft chuckle, relief washing over his features. "It comes with… certain differences. Especially when it comes to sex."

Your pulse quickened at his words. "Show me," you whispered, the anticipation thick between you.

In the bedroom, the air between you was heavy with desire. Joshua moved with the same grace and control, but now there was something more primal in the way his hands gripped your hips, how his eyes darkened with need. When your clothes were off, his eyes roamed your body with an intensity that made your skin prickle. You reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing a lean, muscular chest.

But what caught your breath was the line of soft, tawny fur that ran down his spine and shoulders, leaking from the sides of his waist, giving way to smooth skin again. You couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, and Joshua shivered at the contact, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at you.

"You like that?" you asked, teasing.

He let out a low, almost growling sound. "You have no idea what you’re getting into."

His words sent a thrill through you, and as he guided you onto the bed, you couldn’t help but feel the heat between your legs growing more intense.

Joshua leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I’m going to fill you up," he murmured, his voice dark and thick with promise. "More than you can handle."

The way he said it made your entire body tingle with anticipation.

He kissed you deeply as his fingers slid between your legs, finding your wetness with ease. He groaned against your lips as he stroked you, his thumb brushing over your clit in a way that made you gasp. You could feel the intensity building inside you as his touch became more insistent, more urgent.

When he finally positioned himself between your legs, his cock was hard, thick, and pulsing with need. He guided himself to your cunt, and as he pushed inside you, you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you, filling you up inch by inch.

Joshua didn’t start slow. His thrusts were deep and controlled from the beginning, his hips snapping forward with a precision that left you breathless. He moved with a power that belied his calm exterior, each stroke hitting deep inside you, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, his breath hot against your neck as he pounded into you. "You feel so good wrapped around me."

You could only moan in response, your body arching beneath him as his cock slammed into you over and over again. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him as he drove himself deeper. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pressure building inside you with every thrust.

Joshua’s stamina seemed endless. He never slowed, his pace steady and relentless as he fucked you harder and deeper. His deer-like qualities were on full display—his strength, his control, and the raw, primal energy he radiated. He was dominating you completely, his body moving with animalistic precision as he claimed you.

"You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you?" he growled in your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "You’re gonna take every last drop of my cum."

You whimpered at his words, nodding as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you. His pace quickened, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, swelling as he got closer to the edge. His hand slid between your legs, finding your clit again and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.

"Cum for me," Joshua commanded, his voice rough and commanding. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

His words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking beneath him as you clenched around him, crying out his name. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, deeper and harder, driving you into overstimulation as you rode out your climax.

"I’m gonna cum," he groaned, his voice strained as he pounded into you. "I’m gonna fill you up, baby. You’re gonna be so full of me."

You barely had time to process his words before you felt him tense above you. With a final, deep thrust, Joshua came, groaning low in his throat as he released inside you. But it wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced before. His cum filled you, and kept filling you—thick, hot, and seemingly endless. You could feel it spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs as he continued to pump load after load into you.

"Fuck, Joshua," you gasped, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. "You’re—"

"I told you," he panted, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally stilled inside you. "I have more to give than you can handle."

You could feel him softening inside you, but the sheer amount of cum he had filled you with was overwhelming. You felt stuffed, your body unable to hold it all as it leaked from between your legs.

Joshua kissed you gently, his hand caressing your cheek. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice soft again, the primal edge fading.

You smiled, still catching your breath as you basked in the afterglow. "That was… incredible."

He chuckled, nuzzling your neck. "It’s a deer hybrid thing."

You let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your arms around him. "Well, I definitely wasn’t expecting that."

As you lay there, with Joshua’s warmth wrapped around you and the lingering sensation of fullness inside you, you couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises this mysterious man had in store for you.