#warnings: werewolf heat/rut

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Shy Werewolf (PSH/SM)

Fallen Angel!Seonghwa x afab!reader x Werewolf!Mingi

Summary: Seonghwa's friend has a problem and he wants you to fix it. Left alone with a monster thats not your boyfriend, what will happen?

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of breeding, knotting, werewolf heat/rut, switch!mingi.[

Genre: Smut

AU: Supernatural

WC: 1020

Rated: R

Taglist: @wooyoungqueen @tunaasan @k-hotchoisan

Nets: @monsterfvckersunited @cromernet @pirateeznet @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kflixnet @wonderlandnet

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

As you sat across from a much larger man, hands in your lap. You could see the nervousness radiating off of him, plus the very prominent bulge in his pants. Seonghwa had dropped you off at one of his friend’s house with a mission. You were to help him get out of his rut. You liked this side of Seonghwa, the sharing side. You didn’t mind him passing you off to his friends, or whatever. 

Seonghwa had discussed with you, the first time, you had sex with another person that wasn’t him. Which was Hongjoong the demon, that you would help pleasure his friends in need, if they needed it. Obviously you agreed, deciding you could experience all different kinds of cock, from different species. You’ve already had angel, demon, and gumiho. What else could there be? Well, a werewolf for starters, a very shy one at that. He’s a giant compared to you, down to his hands which were bigger than his face. You couldn’t wait to have them inside of you. 

“So, Mingi..” 

The male picked his head up, curiously, but still very nervous. He didn’t expect to have a human help him with his rut. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t find his mate yet, however. But with a quick solution from his elder, Seonghwa. He was on board with the idea. 

“Yes?”

“Are you sure this is what you want? We can try to find you another werewolf to mate with if you’re uncomfortable.”

Mingi shook his head and scooted up to you from the headboard of the bed, “No, it’s okay. I’m alright with this, as long as you are. It’s just..It’s my first rut. Especially with someone not of my kind.”

A blush spread across his cheek. He was adorable in your eyes, despite being a giant. 

“Alright, since it's okay.” You placed your hand on top of his, the size difference still shocking you. 

Mingi smiled before pulling you into his lap, pulling off your shirt. His lips meet yours in a feverish haze. His body filled up with heat that coursed through his veins and to his dick.

He moaned as his dick hardened beneath you. 

You rubbed your lower half against him, he gripped your hips to move you in a rhythm. Practically dry humping one another. 

But he whined in pure need, “I, I need more, Y/N. Please. It hurts.” 

As you pulled yourself off his lap, he pulled his shorts and boxers down in a hurry, the cold air hitting his extremely massive and red cock. The tip slapping the top of his abdomen. The man was enormous, just how were you going to do this? He laid his back down and let you crawl up to him, “Did you want me to suck you off, Mingi?” 

He whined in response, “Please?” he pleaded with a whine. 

You nodded, taking the base in your hands, stroking up and down, trying your best not to tease him. Kissing along the slit, his deep voice somehow created high pitched moans. 

Once the bulb/head of his cock was in your mouth, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Yes, just like that, Y/N! Fuck, feels so good.” 

Mingi became jealous, how did Seonghwa find someone as amazing as you? Someone so willing to help out others. That jealousy was immediately replaced with pleasure, your pace had quickened. He was bucking up into your hand and mouth. 

Your own heat was starting to pool between your legs, the smell arousing Mingi greatly. 

“You smell so good,” he grabs your hair and shoves you further down his cock. 

You gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to pull away, “Mingi, you gotta be careful.” 

He cried out, “I’m sorry, it just feels so good, I need you on me. I need to be in you.” A low growl escaped his throat. 

You nodded, pulling off your own bottoms, cradling his thighs, but hovering above his cock. 

Mingi’s eyes widened in response, “Wait, don’t I need to prepare you?”

You shook your head, “I’ll be okay, Mingi, but thank you.” 

You grabbed his cock from behind you, lining it up with your entrance, the hot tip emitting a heat you’ve never felt before. 

His cock was huge, yet you were determined to take it. To help your boyfriend's friend. 

Mingi was trying so hard not to drive his hips into you. 

Once you finally sank down, the pain from him stretching you out was, well, painful. It hurt like shit. The biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Your hands landed on his chest with a heavy breath, “Oh my god, Mingi.” 

His head was thrown back in ecstasy, the pleasure he’s never felt before. “C-can you move?” He whined. You slowly nodded before rolling your hips experimentally. You gasped, his cock already hitting you in all the right places, he was completely stretching you out like never before. 

Finally finding a good enough pace for you both, you took your time fucking him. He was already gone, there wasn’t a single thought in that fucked out brain of his. Mingi was full out subbing for you. Despite his giant body and species, he was a complete bottom. 

Mingi’s hands found your waist as you bounced up and down his cock. 

He wished you were his. He wished you were his mate to claim. His to breed forever. 

His knot was rapidly approaching him. 

Mingi gripped your waist hard, now taking control of the pace, his hips pounding up into yours. 

You fell to his chest, moaning into his ear. His balls rapidly smacking into your ass, as he growled. 

His cum shot through your insides, creating a knot that stretched you out bigger than his own cock. 

Once he successfully finished releasing, he let you go, “Seonghwa won’t be here for a while longer, he’s gonna let my knot complete.” Mingi whispered to your tired form.

The second the blanket was on you, and you were covered, you had passed out, thinking of Seonghwa.

[symbiomancy]

scientific curiosity —frankenstein's monster

—summary: You created him. You patched him together from pieces of humans and beasts - lost your license to practice medicine and your PhD for that. He should not look at you and lust. But he does. | 1.8k | AO3 | monster masterlist

—warnings: monster x human, monsterfucking, handjob, implied mating cycle/heat, thigh fucking, rutting.

The creature has an affinity for music. That fact is not even near the most fascinating thing you’ve discovered about him, but it is a very pleasant one. He taps the keys of the piano with grace, despite his size. Mozart today, huh?

“Your motor skills are improving at an incredible rate,” you say more to yourself as you scribble furiously into your notebook. The creature voices a grunt of approval as he stares at the sheet music propped up in front of him. Mentally, you pat yourself on the back for selecting such a fine brain.

You cannot deny his improvement at everything, really. He’d graduated from picture books to children’s books within two days, to classical novels and medical books within a week. Getting him acclimated to his size had been a challenge at first but it has been leaps and bounds from those days. Writing, string instruments, key instruments, all of it, a truly incredible progress. There’s only a handful of things you’ve yet to ask.

“Any sexual desire?”

His fingers stumble on the keys.

You whip around, one arm slung over the back of the chair and push so the legs screech loudly against the wooden floor. There’s a grin on your face, pen in a death grip in your hand. “Care to elaborate?” You blindly reach for the notebook still on the table, eyes fixed on his large frame, at the way he hunches over, staring firmly at the sheet music.

“No.”

“Well, it is fall,” you muse, raise your elbow to lean it against the chair backrest, pen tapping against your bottom lip. “And I did have to supplement some parts for beast parts.”

“Hadn’t even noticed.” He thumps a foot against the ground. Griffin’s hind legs. Could’ve used the wings but taking too much from one body would’ve created too much suspicion.

“I really thought a vampire’s hand would, y’know react to warm blood — a mistake on my part, I’ll admit it. But,” your grin widens even further, “fascinating how a werewolf’s knot is still a knot even if you cut it off. Does the full moon affect it in any way?”

Your creation glares at you from across the room.

“What? Scientific curiosity.”

“You had your PhD and medical license revoked for…” he takes a deep breath and takes his hands from the piano keys to motion to himself, “me.” There’s a hint of something in his tone, something that borders on disgust. You file that away to discuss at a later time. “It’s why we’re out here. Hiding.”

“There are worse reasons to lose a doctorate for. And I was a scientist while creating you. So, scientist. Now, answer my question, please?”

The creature gently pulls down the key lid on the piano, stands, and wordlessly leaves the room.

He doesn’t come down for dinner.

You stare at the vacant seat on the other side of the dinner table with a frown. His plating is untouched, steam rising from the potato stew where he usually sits. There is no creaking in the house, nothing to signal he’s coming down. You eat alone and place his meal into the still-warm oven.

His door is closed. You stand there for a while, mulling over your words, trying to string together an apology. Should you wax something long together? An explanation? Run-on sentences to try to justify your innate curiosity at your creation’s physiological state? Nothing sounds right. Nothing sounds like enough.

“I’m sorry… for asking like that. I got carried away. It wasn’t proper of me. There’s um,” you clear your throat, “I left your plate in the oven. Heat it up if you get hungry. Good night.”

You stand at the door for another prolonged moment, trying to catch any sound on the other side of the door. It’s faint, barely there, but you can make out his breathing, slow and steady. At least he’s still here. But you decide not to test your luck any further tonight and retreat to your own room, leaving the door slightly ajar. It doesn’t fit into the frame quite correctly, anyway.

Maybe he’ll at least go downstairs for dinner later.

He stands in front of your door, staring at the small sliver of moonlight that pours into the dark hallway. There are too many loud thoughts in his head, racing and colliding. His skin feels ill-fitting, a heat simmering underneath it. You ask too many questions, he thinks — has thought since he left you in the study alone to hide away in his room with the blinds drawn and his cock in hand — too many questions that prod all the right places.

It’s in your nature. You were a scientist. And a doctor with an intricate web of knowledge about the human (and creature) body. He shouldn’t fault you for asking.

While you were downstairs eating dinner alone, he had his cock in hand — not a wholly new experience but a new-ish one — stroking it over the low bathroom sink. He’d tried, tried thinking of other things but nearly all of his experiences are tied to you and your presence. So he keeps coming back to you. Your pretty face, your smile, the light in your eyes when you ask him about his body, his psyche to scribble into your umpteenth notebook all about him.

Even now with his pants undone, cock hanging out, already (or still) hard, he thinks of you. He stares at you through the crack in the door, soundly asleep in your bed. The covers are tucked tightly over your body but legs exposed to the fall chill. It’s not right, he thinks, he should at least tuck you in before you get a cold.

He pushes the door open slowly. It creaks a short, aborted squeak and you shift in bed, pull the blanket tighter against yourself. The creature steps forward, carefully placed footfalls dancing around the one creaking floorboard right at the entrance, long slow strides taking him to the foot of your bed. You shuffle again, and for a moment he thinks this is it, you’re awake, but you turn onto your back, kick at the blanket with one foot.

You are… enticing like this, he finds. He thinks that’s what this feeling is. All he has to compare it to is the novels he’s read over and over and over again.

He grabs onto your ankles with his warm hand, touch featherlight, and gently, slowly, pulls you forward. The end of your nightgown catches against the sheets, drags further up the closer you get to him. He has the anatomical knowledge of the human body — he’s read every book in the house several times over no matter if fiction or an anatomy book, he’s effectively memorized all the illustrations, if not the texts themselves.

His fingers trace the expanse of your skin, gently knead into the flesh. He can name the muscles and the tendons, the nerves at the crook of your knee. He’s spent countless hours staring at the illustrations, even the more… explicit ones. He’s curious — you’ve rubbed off on him — but it’s dark. Instead, he stares at the gap between your thighs. It’s inviting, just perfect for him to slip his cock through. It jerks at the thought, precum dribbling from the tip.

You blink slowly. The room is dark, save for the moonlight filtering in through the window above your head. In front of you, right at the foot of the bed stands a tall figure, hand wrapped around your ankles, resting against his shoulder. Your brain jogs the existence of your creation before you startle involuntarily. He startles too, nearly dropping his grip on your ankles.

“Everything alright?” You ask. The fall chill bites at your thighs and oh.

“I’m sorry,” he says, pressing his body against the back of your legs. Something hot and heavy, wet presses between your thighs. The tip of his cock presses between your thighs, forward and backward. Slowly, like he’s testing the waters. You stare at it for a moment, then press your thighs together.

The creature groans and thrusts forward, hips assuming a sloppy pace. He’s tall and wide and big and that’s how you built him. The bed rocks with his thrusts, the headboard banging against the wall, scraping at the paint. His cock plunges between your things, smears precum onto your skin, slick and wet and loud. The sound of his cock plunging between your slick thighs is nearly deafening in the silent house. Your own arousal curls under your skin but you file it away to stare at him.

This… this is not what you had in mind when you first came up with this (quite possibly very stupid, very illegal, medically and scientifically (not to mention ethically) dubious) idea. It cost you your license and your reputation, sent you into exile. You don’t regret it on the worst of days but especially not right now.

His cold hand wraps nearly wholly around your thigh and you clench around his cock involuntarily. Your muscles jerk from the sudden chill. He groans and his hips stutter for a moment, stumble in their sloppy rhythm before he regains whatever shred of his composure is left and continues thrusting. The bulb at the bottom of his shaft is engorged, knocking against your clit with every thrust. You can’t even focus on that, just on the beads of precum dribbling from the tip of his cock, smearing against your thighs as he pulls nearly all the way back. When he thrusts towards you, pearly droplets fly, splatter against your wrinkled nightgown.

He pulls you into him, hips slamming against your thighs. The metal bed frame screeches at something, you can’t even react as he thrusts forward one last time. He cums with a guttural growl that reverberates in your own chest, thighs pressing against yours, hips jerking forward. Ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, land on your torso. You reach out, wrap a hand around the enormous cock to jerk him off, prolong his orgasm, milk him for everything he has to offer. There’s a hiss from the back of his throat as you work him empty, splattering onto your stomach and chest, even your chin. It’s warm and sticky and it sinks into your cotton nightgown, clings to your skin.

His breathing is erratic once his large frame stops shaking. His chest expands and constricts against your legs, nails digging small crescents into your ankles. Your toes are cold from the forced position.

You reach down to the puddle of cum pooling on your stomach and draw a heart into it with a small giggle.

The creature looks up from his mess tentatively, brow furrowed and lips jutted into a hopeful smile.

“You’re not mad?”

“I’ll have you know I picked out every part of you according to my personal preferences.”

banners/dividers by @/cafekitsune

[narcissistshandler]

what about a rin itoshi fic with a werewolf reader? overstimulation, a breeding kink, rut and knotting or wtv, that sort of stuff?

𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗣'𝗦 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚

pairing. rin itoshi x male reader

warnings. werewolf!reader, top!amab!reader, human!rin, rut, anal sex, breeding kink, knotting

You were on top of him as soon as he walked through the door. A growl caught in your throat, cornering him like prey, ready to pounce before you recognized his scent, nose buried in his neck as soon as you did. The movements filled with feral intelligence made his hair stand on end in caution.

You wouldn't hurt him in your normal state, Rin knew. But you weren't in your normal state. It was the beginning of your rut and maybe he should have stayed away like you told him to, it wouldn't be Rin though if he listened.

You continued to smell him, sniffing his skin, deeply inhaling his scent that slowly mixed with yours. Your burning weight crushed him, his knees on the floor, his clothes torn by your eagerness and hunger to reach bare skin.

"Wait, wait, big bad wolf- hey, watch out for those claws-" Rin's reprimands are ignored as he asks you to slow down. But he couldn't blame you, you seemed far from any rationality, slamming against his ass like an animal, dripping all over him, whimpering when the friction wasn't what you was looking for.

Rin's stomach twisted, in a good way. You were so pathetic that you made him clench around nothing.

Amused, Rin reaches behind him to take your member in his hand and guide you correctly to his previously prepared hole — not that he would admit that he had fingered himself while imagining you on top of him, with no control over your instincts other than to fuck and breed.

"There we go, good boy, just like that- oh." The air rushes from his lungs as the fat head of your cock presses against him.

Sharp canines bite into his shoulder and your hips jerk forward as they meet the heat, sinking inside in one thrust. There is no foreplay, there is none of the usual care and affection that Rin secretly enjoyed. It's just your cock stretching him beyond the limit and without warning. Burning all the way inside.

He screams and falls forward with the force of your movement. Your cock felt even bigger than usual, pushing so much inside him, filling him so much that Rin was waiting for the pain after the heat, because there was no way you weren't ripping him in half right now. But the pain never comes. Discomfort, yes. He feels it in his stomach, in his lungs, but there is no pain.

"Fuuuck," Rin gasps, hands falling limply to his sides, trying to hold on for dear life as you without a break begin to pound into him. Rin wants to ask you to slow down, to give him a few seconds to catch his breath, but he only finds himself able to whimper pathetically, hips shaking with how overwhelmed he feels.

Not that you seemed able to control your impulses now. Hands gripping his hips, nails grown into claws digging into his skin to make him bleed, creating space for yourself inside him, heavy balls slapping against his ass with each thrust — it felt so full, Rin couldn't help but wonder how much you were holding in, how full you would make him. His mind whirls with thought.

You bite any patch of skin you can find, drooling over it, muttering in a mindless frenzy, "mine, mine, mine," and "I'll fill you with my seed- give you my pups, ahhh you'll be so- beautiful- full- p-pregnant..."

Rationally, Rin knew there was no way he could get pregnant, but the dirty talk still got him hot. Something in his mind was telling him that maybe if you tried really hard, it could be possible.

Rin can only stay there as he allows himself to be used, being pulled back into each of your thrusts as if he weighed nothing, cock hanging between his legs and dripping onto the floor. Rin's spine tenses as you slam into him again and again, rolling your hips, whimpering pathetically, trying to... drive your knot into him.

Oh.

Fuck.

His hole tightens, tensing and making it harder for your try to knot him. You never did it before, always afraid of hurting him, but now you insistently pushed against him, growling, groaning, sounding so close to howling as you tried to go deeper, to be closer, as if there was any deeper to go. To knot him, to breed him so full until he could think of nothing else but your massive cock splitting him in half.

Rin tries to prepare himself, his body unconsciously fighting the invasion, and nothing in the world can prepare him for the flash in his vision as his rim is forced to relax and your knot slams into it, snapping into place inside him.

His eyes roll back in his head and his cock throbs between his thighs, seeming to cum over and over again.

You're talking over Rin, stuttering about how he's yours, how his hole is yours and how you're going to keep him in your knot forever. Rin shouldn't want this so much, but he does, badly. He wants you to impregnate him, fill him with your pups and never let him go, so you can mold his hole with your huge cock and mark him as yours.

If he could force his brain to cooperate then he would say that.

He's fucked stupid in your knot pushing against his insides, forcing him to accept. Getting harder to breathe by the minute, spine curved to keep his ass in the air to be used as your personal fleshlight even as his sensitive hole protests.

His sensitive nipples scrape against the cold floor and his thighs tremble, barely able to hold his position as he feels his insides flood with heat, your seed filling his stomach. It's so much that it leaks, running down his thighs. Your scent is finally marked on him. You growl contentedly as you breed him.

Rin feels himself disassociating from his body before your balls even empty.

Until the end of your rut you're going to break him, make him nothing but your cum dump, making sure to leave him full and pregnant. He hopes so.

[gnawsy]

knotting with werewolf vi perchance?

content warnings › just a drabble. overstimulation. knotting. breeding kink. vi being in a ‘rut’.

“gonna, ugh, knock you up. fill your pretty womb with my puppies. make you a momma.”

vi’s been wanting to do this for fucking ages. cock buried in you all the way up to her inflamed knot, swelling as time passes, aching to be buried in your sweet pussy. sharp teeth gnaw at the back of your neck to leave a plethora of love bites behind, claws biting into the swell of your hips to yank you back onto her. forcing herself deeper.

“ya gonna take, huh? f- fuh-cking, take it.”

she can feel the heat in her belly, the coil waiting to snap. shes trying her hardest to be attentive; to let you cum first like the good mate she is.

then, her pace falters. ears flattening against the blackened roots of her hair, she lets out a low howl into your ear before she’s stuffing you full with her seed. huge knot forcing its way in and locking your bodies together in the most intimate way possible.

you whimper, but it’s no match to what violet’s doing.

she’s practically drooling all over you, eyes partially rolled back as she tries to buck herself deeper. the curve of her dick bullies against your g-spot, hot walls clamping around her girth to make it almost impossible to move.

you’ve never knotted before, until today. she’d been bitching about, bothering while you work, even pleading. violet does not plead.

..until today.

“can you f- feel me?” she croaks, tongue rolling over your cartilage before sucking it into her mouth. desperately trying to find something to distract herself from the constant ejaculation. her balls and damn near empty by now, and her knot still hasn’t deflated. not even she thought it would go on this long.

“d-does it, uunf, does it feel good for y-you? ah.”

her fingers reach down between your legs to rub trembling circles against your clit. breath momentarily stolen away from you.

“it feels fine, vi..” you sigh, face smooshed into the pillow in front of your. you can feel your own orgasm building, the tingling sensation between your thighs forcing you to rock back against her. and was just about to pull out.

“you don’t have to..- mmm.”

her knot had went down, and she was overstimulated as hell. but, she couldn’t let you got to sleep without relief. refused to.

so, swallowing the sob that’s definitely clawing up her throat, she thrusts back in. wanton cry fresh on her tongue as you clench down against, her pace sloppy but enough to get you going.

tears fall from her lashes and onto your spine, forehead resting limply against your back as she fucks you with her softening cock. her tail is wagging now, overjoyed that she can finally feel you coming around her, clit pulsing against her fingertips.

“oh, violet..” “hm.?”

your body melts into the mattress, liquid bliss dripping onto the sheets, making it even more messy than it already was. soft groans and sighs filling the air.

it’s then, in the afterglow of it all, you realized you hadn’t pulled out.

“violet?” you call out, raising your head to look back at her. looking like puppy who just got caught in the cupboard. “what’s wrong, honey?”

“i, uh.. i just don’t want to pull out, yet.” she mumbles, tail still wagging, although nervously this time around. what a cutie.

“that’s fine, just.. lay down with me, hips ache.”

her face warms with embarrassment as you laugh at her, maneuvering yourself into your back so she can lay against your stomach, face buried between your breasts.

tonight was definitely worth it.

[kaciidubs]

Unexpected Alpha | Spooktober 2023

@sweetracha asked: Chan has been hiding his werewolf side from reader for awhile now but being caught up with work he forgot to check the moon cycles. Cue reader finding out about his other side. Now Channie has always been the confident dom in the relationship so you thought no different when he turned wolf. You were so...so...so wrong

❣ Summary: When an overworked Chris forgets about his rut, you're quick to help him through it. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 4.89k ❣ Warnings: Hybrid! AU, Werewolf! Chris, he has a big dick, smut, comfort, slight angst, praise, begging, riding, creampies, Dom/Sub dynamics, slight Switch! Chris, implied multiple rounds ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Alpha [once], and Darling, Reader is referred to as Baby, Princess, Good Girl, and Love, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023

Chris was always on top of everything, it was one of the things he prided himself on when it came to his life; he kept track of schedules and deadlines, he made sure everyone was clear on instructions and plans, and he managed healthy routines - outside of his sleep schedule. 

He made sure everything was perfect and went according to the plan carefully crafted in his head, and not just for his sake - but for yours.

It had been a while since the world was introduced to nearly half of its population being some sort of shifter - hell, the industry was wonderfully saturated with shifters and shifter supporters itself - but things were different when it came to you.

You knew he was a shifter, he’d let you know that since the beginning - he just didn’t let you know what type of shifter he was; and, no, it wasn’t because he wanted to lie to you, far from it.

He was trying to protect you.

It was always speculation on what type of shifter he was amongst the fans, majority of them settling on a dog type of some sort - some even going so far as picking breeds - and they weren’t wrong in a sense, but they definitely weren’t in the right vein.

He was a wolf shifter; a werewolf for the sake of lesser words - an alpha to be exact, and though they weren’t the rarest of shifters, they weren’t regarded in the highest of honors when it came to the general media and in the same breath they were often fetishized to fit a specific stereotype.

Chris swore he would tell you when the time was right - he knew you were one of the biggest supporters when it came to all shifters - but his fear of your reaction always held him back; his fear of losing you over something he’d seen so many people before him get ridiculed for making the confession die on his tongue.

So, fate took matters in their own hands.

He knew something was wrong when he woke up with a start, an all too familiar heat blanketing his barely clothed body and coating him in a thin sheen of sweat, his senses dialed to ten as he took in the way the fan in the corner spread your scent around the bedroom; cinnamon and pound cake with an undercut of strawberries.

A low rumble vibrated through his chest, and he was close to chalking it up to a random heat spike until a flash of pain struck through his abdomen, a sharp hiss passing through clenched teeth as he tried his best not to wake you.

No… This wasn't- Could it?

Scooting his body away from the loose spooning position you both were in, he rolled onto his back and stretched his arm out in search of his phone on the nightstand. Feeling the sleek device against his fingers, he grabbed it and wasted no time in unlocking it with his fingerprint; squinting against the brightness in search for his calendar.

His worst fear was confirmed at the sight of a little red bubble highlighting the current day, the single letter ‘R’ reminding him of the one thing that managed to slip his mind among all the hustle and bustle of his life.

His rut was starting.

“Fuck… Fuck!” He whispered, eyes flicking to the time before turning off his phone and returning it back to its charging block.

He always had a plan when it came to his rut; he would stay at the dorm under the guise of saving time on transportation for early schedules, lock himself in his room, and do everything in his power to quell the almost insatiable urge to claim and breed - more specifically, claim and breed you.

However, his schedules lately have been drowning him to no end in work, recordings, practices, and preparing for their next comeback - always ending the day with him slugging his way through a shower and ultimately passing out in bed next to your already sleeping form.

There was no way he could justify a 1:43 AM trip to the dorms, if he had to stay at the dorms he’d be there straight from the JYP building, and if there were an emergency then he’d get a call that would wake both you and him.

Should he just risk it? Lie to you yet again and leave you in your shared bed alone?

His stomach turned at the thought, a displeased growl emanating from his throat.

“Channie?”

He could feel his heart - and dick - jump at the sound of your sleep laced voice, sharp eyes watching in the dark as you shuffled around to face him; even with a puffy face and barely open eyes, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

“‘S everything okay? The kids alright?”

His breath caught, mind running too wild for his own good - kids, you were so caring, so selfless, nurturing, he could give you his kids, he could give you his pups.

“Chris?” You blinked at him, confusion threading through your voice as you reached your hand out to touch him, “Are you-”

His hand shot out to grab you by the wrist, grip tightening in the smallest of ways as he kept you from coming any closer.

“Don’t.” He gritted, willing himself to ignore the feeling of your pulse beneath his fingertips - a slight jump, a hint of worry, a spike of fear spicing your scent. “I- I’m sorry, baby, but I - I need to leave.”

Lips drawn into a frown, your eyebrows creased softly, “You need to- why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, love-”

“Then why do you have to leave? Is it one of the boys?”

“No, they’re fine-”

“So what is it? What aren’t you telling me?”

The broken sound in your voice was making his head spin, every instinct within him urging him to comfort you, to make you feel better - he could make you feel better, you could make him feel better.

“Christopher,” you started, sitting up enough to prop yourself up with your left hand, gazing down at him with soft eyes, “tell me what’s going on, baby, please, let me help you.”

Caring, understanding, open and willing, you’d shown him time and time again that you weren’t scared of them, you weren’t scared of him - so why did he keep telling himself to push you away? 

Why did he never realize that hiding from you was doing the exact opposite to what he was trying to do?

Blinking hard, he let go of your wrist in favor of pressing his hand to his face, the faint hint of strawberries simultaneously calming him and sending him into a mental spiral.

“I… I’m- It’s my rut, and I-” Dragging his hand across his face, he let it fall to the small space between the both of you, staring defeatedly at the ceiling above, “I don’t want to put that pressure onto you, I don’t trust myself to be around you.”

There was a beat of silence, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, scared of what expression you could have been holding - that is, until he felt the bed shift and a familiar weight settle itself around his hips, just barely hovering above his lap.

His eyes snapped to yours, hands instinctively finding their home on your hips, hidden underneath the familiar cotton of his t-shirt. “Baby-”

“Chris,” your voice was firm, almost challenging as your hands slid to cover his, “I don’t want you to keep hiding yourself from me.” Feeling his body tense, you nodded softly, “Yeah - I figured out why you always went to the dorms for days on end, and I thought you’d come to me when you were ready but you didn’t.”

He could feel the disappointment radiating off of you, tinging the sweet aroma he knew and loved - he had royally fucked up.

“Princess, I’m sorry - I’m so, so sorry, I really didn’t mean to-”

“I know, baby, you meant well and I love you for that - you’re so selfless it makes me want to punch you sometimes.” A light laugh rolled past your lips and you felt him slightly deflate underneath you, relaxing just a bit, “So, to make up for it, you’re going to let me be selfish and let me help you from now on.”

He went to open his mouth in retaliation but you beat him to the punch, lowering yourself onto his lap fully, nestling his clothed cock against your equally clothed cunt, the warmth barely hidden behind the cotton short circuiting his brain.

“You will let me help you, because you and I both know this pussy is leagues better than whatever you’d be using at the dorm.”

“M-My hand,” he gritted, chest heaving with deep breaths as he tried to ignore the pulsing coming from you or him or both.

“Just your hand?” You mused, tilting your head slightly.

“That’s all I’m admitting right now.” Licking his lips, he paused for a second, “Well, not all - there’s one other thing…” Watching as you nodded for him to continue, he let out a slow breath, “I’m not a dog.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I… I never called you a d-”

“I’m a wolf.”

“Oh.”

Okay, that throb definitely came from you.

“An alpha.”

“Oh.”

The spike in your scent nearly made him lightheaded, the headiness of your arousal further thickening the already addicting smell, “A-And I promise I’ll be gentle, but if it’s too much-”

“Safeword.” You finished for him, the conversation mirroring one you’ve both had before, “I promise I’ll let you know - now, can I help you?”

Chris wasn’t sure how he was able to contain himself as long as he was with you on top of him, looking down at him with so much warmth, understanding, acceptance - that would’ve been enough to get him through the next few days alone.

Well, in theory, at least.

Nodding to your question, he watched as your lips pulled into a soft smile before your hands moved to tug at your shirt, “Help me take this off?”

He didn’t need to be told twice as his hands moved down to the hem that was pooled around your hips, fingers hooking underneath and dragging along your sides as he slowly slid the fabric up your torso,

Meeting him halfway, you pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, throwing it to some dark reach of the bedroom to be found at a later time, hopefully.

A slow hiss escaped him, large hands running across your sides and up your stomach, blazing a trail to cup your breasts in his palms. “Fuck me…”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you teased, arching into the warmth of his hands, “I thought you’d be absolutely ravaging me by now, mister wolf.”

He scoffed out a laugh, peering up at you with inquisitive eyes, “You want me to?”

“Helping you includes letting you use me however you need, so; please, Chris, use me.”

His body shivered underneath you, and before you knew it your nipples were subject to the slightly cold air of the room yet again - budding quickly in the change of temperature as his hands flew to your panties.

“Up.” He murmured, low tone bordering on a growl.

Heeding his command, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, just for a harsh tearing sound to reach your ears and bring your slightly dazed attention to your panties - or rather, the remains of your panties. He quickly tore a line down the other side before tugging it from underneath you, the sorry excuse for underwear nothing more than an ‘H’ shaped cloth before being flung into the darkness.

“Babe!”

“I’ll buy you more, whatever you want, whenever you want,” he huffed nonchalantly, bringing his right hand to your face, tapping his finger against your pouted bottom lip, “now, open.”

Choosing to save your faux sadness for another time, you parted your lips and brought two of his fingers into your mouth, tongue immediately swirling around the digits as you sucked lightly.

His eyes fluttered, dick painfully and pitifully straining against his boxer briefs, eagerly recalling the way that same tongue felt against his length - tomorrow, for sure.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, he brought his hand back down between your parted legs, ghosting against your outer lips, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded reassuringly, “Promise.”

With your confirmation, he dipped his fingers between your lips, collecting your arousal on his spit-slicked digits before pressing them against your slit, slowly sinking them in all the way to his knuckles.

A low moan fell from your lips as his fingers stretched you open, head lolling back with bated breaths while your thighs slightly shook from holding yourself up, “C-Can’t you go faster? We’ve had sex before, baby, I know what you feel like.”

“Ruts are… It’s different than how things normally are,” he murmured, setting a thorough pace of curling his fingers with fluid motions of his wrist, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Patience was never your friend, especially when it came to having your boyfriend in the best way imaginable, and you huffed in disdain. “You won’t- ah, hurt me, I’m wet enough, you can feel it, you know I am!”

He growled your name through gritted teeth, noting the way your walls clenched around  his fingers in response, “I know you’re excited, but I know how this works - I’m not fucking you until I know you’re ready.”

He was right, you knew he was, but you were desperate - you needed this as much as he did and maybe he was aware of that, too. Maybe he knew how much you missed him, wholly and truly as you watched him slowly get taken over by work and worry.

Sparing him the rest of your needy insistence, you adjusted yourself to lean over him, resting your bare chest against his while laying your cheek against his pillow; inadvertently opening yourself up more for his fingers to work through.

“Good girl,” Chris cooed, his free hand cupping the outside of your thigh, “it’ll be quick, I swear.”

If there was one thing to know about Chris, it was that he kept his promises, and somewhere between the hums of praise against your ear and the well timed strokes of his fingers, you found yourself three fingers deep and on the cusp of an orgasm.

“Channie, please,” you panted against his pillowcase, head spinning and ears picking up on the wet sound of his fingers dutifully working you toward your high, “wanna- fuck- wanna come on your dick, please? Please, baby, can I?”

“Love, I…” The attempt of formulating an excuse died on his tongue - you were ready, he could feel it in more ways than one, the evidence dripping down the palm of his hand.

Pushing yourself to your forearms, you hovered over his body with all the strength you could muster, gazing down at him with lust fogged eyes. “I-I told you, if it was too much I’d let you know, remember? Chris, please,” dipping your head down, your lips pressed against his plump pair in what you could only express as hopeless desperation, “this is too much, I want you in me, now.”

A shaky breath fell from his lips as his fingers stilled, willing himself to focus on the pressure of your forehead against his while your words did everything in their power to rouse his instincts.

You were ready, you wanted him - he needed you.

The next thing you registered was the long, slow drag of his fingers out of your pussy, the way your walls clenched around nothing almost enough to make you beg for him to go back to fingering you; that is, if it weren’t for the feeling of his forearms brushing against the inside of your thighs.

It was a short struggle of working his boxer briefs down his thighs with you still on top of him, but he persevered and soon they were shuffled down his legs and kicked off the side of the bed, leaving you both fully naked under the cool light of the moon streaming through the window.

You wasted no time in sitting up fully yet again, reaching behind you to take his dick in your hand and running the smooth tip along your dripping folds.

“Baby, hold- oh, fuck-” Chris’ hands flew to your hips as you began sinking down on him, his mind going blank at the feeling of your all-too-tight walls hugging every inch of his girth.

“S-So big,” you gasped, eyebrows pinching as you sunk further, “it feels- jesus christ, it feels bigger - oh my god-”

“I told you, everything’s different when I’m in rut - everything.” Hissing out a short breath, he blinked away the haze and watched your face, “Don’t rush yourself, take it slow - and if it hurts-”

“-safeword, I know, baby, just-” Sucking in a breath, you steeled your nerves before releasing it in a slow exhale, relaxing your muscles as best as you could, “I know you trust me, but I need you to trust yourself, okay?”

Blinking up at you, he let your words settle in his head - he trusted you beyond a shadow of a doubt, no questions asked, but now he needed to show himself that same level of love.

So, he did; relaxing against the bed to witness you gently fuck yourself with the half of his length currently inside of you, your hands played against his chest for further support.

With each inch slid out came a new inch that slid in, airy moans floating past your lips as you felt your walls flutter to accompany the new stretch until you were sat in his lap and twitching at the promise of your first orgasm.

“Good girl, look at you - fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

This was better than anything he could’ve dreamt of; the way your nails dug into his chest, your head bowed as you tried composing yourself as best you could, all while your pussy hugged him in a way that made his hormonal mind spin.

“B-Big.” You gasped out, involuntarily clenching your walls with a sharp inhale, “So big, Channie.”

Truly you meant to say more, you wanted to talk about how perfect he was and how good he felt, but your brain was set on how immensely full you were and how the stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt despite how big he normally was to begin with.

“I told you,” he taunted in a sing-song voice, shifting his hips upwards and earning a high pitched mewl from you in return, “but you wanted to prove yourself, wanted to help your wolf, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” nodding mindlessly, you locked your eyes with his own, watery and blown out with lust, “wanna help you - want you to use me, baby.”

His breath caught, hands flexing against the flesh of your thighs as he fought back the urge to make do on your words - not yet.

“Use me first, love.” Sliding his hands up to your hips, Chris held you tight, “Come for me, then I’ll show you how thankful I am for you, yeah?”

You nodded once more before shifting your pressure onto your calves and his chest, rising halfway off of his cock to sink back in a slow rhythm - though, even that simple motion had a breathless whimper falling from your lips. After another test bounce, you picked up the pace and rode him with as much vigor as you could muster; his grip on you guiding and assisting your motions in the process.

Ragged pants and moans filled the room, though most of the sounds came from you as you fought against the fiery licks of your orgasm at your heels, wanting to ride him as close to completion as you possibly could - not that you fared any better with him any other time.

“I can feel you clenching, baby,” he grunted, bucking his hips up at your next fall, “gonna come for me? Are you gonna come for me, princess?”

“Mhm- ‘M close,” your body felt like it was on fire, thighs burning with exertion through each rise and fall that brought you closer and closer to that sweet release. “Please, please, Chris, I’m so close.”

On instinct, he brought his right hand up from its place on your hip and pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, watching as you graciously parted your lips to lick at the pad before he brought it back down to the apex of your thighs; spreading your lower lips to press his slick thumb against your clit.

It only took a few well timed flicks for you to stutter in your riding, freezing in his lap as your pussy fluttered and clenched sporadically; clipped breaths and broken moans of his name filling the air.

“Ah, C-Chris- Chris!”

The way your nails dug into his chest should’ve hurt - there would undoubtedly be marks left behind in the morning - but the only thing running through his mind was the way you looked practically vibrating in his hold, your scent further flooding his senses as the warmth of your cum further slickened his cock.

You barely had the chance to fully come down from your high when you felt a shift - then, you were falling, your back landing on the mattress and a pillow cushioning the back of your head; you were on your back now, and hovering above you was your massive, borderline feral, boyfriend.

“Did so good for me,” he purred, hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, then down again to your thighs and the backs of your knees, “such a good girl, my good girl - mine.”

A shiver ran down your spine, your pussy clenching around his length that was, surprisingly, still inside of you despite the change of positions.

“So perfect - can’t even believe you’re real sometimes.” He raised your legs up and slightly outward, eyes set in a firm gaze where you were still connected, “You deserve so much, ‘m gonna give you everything - anything you want, it’s yours.”

“You.” Breathless and starry-eyed, you spoke up once more, “I just want you, please, Chr- Please, alpha.”

The speed at which his eyes met yours would’ve made you think you said something horrendously wrong, but when all you saw was a shadow of dominance further darkening his lust blown irises, you knew your words coaxed something free.

“You want me?” His tone was low, velvety, though the grip on the backs of your knees tightened and, without warning, he bucked his hips forward to sheath a lingering inch or so back inside of you, “Then take me, princess.”

If anything, his words were a warning for what was soon to come as you were held spread open for his viewing pleasure; the sound of the mattress squeaking becoming a background tempo to the rhythmic slapping of his thighs to the bottom of your ass - fast and deep, each thrust slowly inching your body up the bed as he easily followed.

Your hand pressed against the headboard, anchoring you in place before the top of your head could meet the wood, while the other wrapped around his forearm and held on for dear life - the only thing leaving your mouth being short moans and a chorus of ‘ah, ah, ah’s.

“I’ll give you everything,” Chris huffed breathlessly, his heated gaze traveling up your body before landing on your face, “all of me - my love, my knot, my cum-” A shudder ran through his body, his thrusts growing faster, “-every last drop, just like you want, yeah?”

The closest thing to a confirmation you could offer was a rapid nod of your head, eyes rolling as the fat head of his cock brushed against a spot that had you seeing stars.

“Words, baby - tell me.”

“Yes!” You cried out, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as your second orgasm reared its head, “W-Want it- Want your knot! Need you to- F-Fuck, need you to fill me, please!”

Suddenly, you were dragged from the top of the bed toward the middle with ease, the presence of his hands behind your knees now changing to him locking your legs around his hips and propping himself up above you on his forearms.

“I’ll knot you so well, baby,” his nose brushed against yours, lips ghosting with each hushed word, “give you everything I have - I’ll make sure it sticks, you just need to take it.”

You panted pleas and promises against his lips, your arms locking around his shoulders as a hand found its way to his hair, while the other splayed across the top of his back - too far gone to fully consider the words he was saying, you just needed him.

“You can take it, you can take it.” He murmured softly, a stark contrast to the frantic thrusts currently shaking your body, “I know you can take it, right? It’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.”

A sudden grind of his hips had you flying over the edge of your second orgasm unexpectedly, barely managing a sharp moan as your back arched off of the bed as best it could with him caging you in.

Chris shivered, driving into you with short, sharp ruts as his orgasm finally began to show, the anticipation making him pant heavily above you while his eyes scanned your blissed out face; your body thrumming with the aftershocks of your high.

“C-Channie.” You whimpered, eyebrows pinching as a new presence made itself known in your abdomen, “Channie, w-what-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed instantly, though his pace remained unchanged, “‘m almost there, princess, I just need-” A pained grunt escaped him, the beginnings of his knot starting to grow, “I need you to take it for me- Please, please, baby, take it, take me, okay? You can do it, you can.”

The increasing stretch made you keen, your nails now digging into his back in an attempt to counteract the pain, “It’s- It’s too much, baby - oh my god.” Despite your feigned protests, you found yourself locking your legs around his hips, your body more than willing to cross this next hurdle.

Each pull out became shallower and shallower, his knot slowly getting caught in your walls.

“Please, please, please, please, please.” He chanted desperately, his right hand fisting the crumpled sheets underneath you, “It can fit, it’ll fit - just a little more, princess, just a little-” The next thrust forward finally locked him in place, his knot fully surrounded by your tight walls, “Fuck! T-Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You shook underneath him, nonsensical babbles leaving your mouth as tears of pure pleasure streaked their way down your face, “I-I- C-Come, Channie, come- ‘S big, big-”

“I-I’m gonna,” Chris heaved above you, breath rugged and short, sweat dripping down his temples, “‘m gonna come, baby- I’m gonna- Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

His voice tapered off into a high pitched whine, followed by a groan as his cock throbbed inside of you, flooding your poor cunt with wave after wave of cum.

At some point you must’ve blacked out, because when you came to he was no longer gasping for air, however the ache between your legs was still very present - though, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay inside of you after a creampie.

“Baby? Princess? Are you okay? What’s your color?”

Smiling dazedly, you hummed happily with a soft sigh, “Green, so green.”

You went to stretch your legs when a short tug stopped you in your tracks, Chris groaning above you with a sharp breath, “Don’t- Don’t move, baby.”

Running back the last few moments of consciousness, you were quickly and graciously reminded of your new predicament - though, said memory caused more harm than good, as your walls fluttered involuntarily at the spicy recollection of events.

“Baby.”

“I’m sorry!” You pouted at him, hanging your hands from his wide shoulders, “I can’t help it, it was hot.”

Chris scoffed out a chuckle, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but we’re gonna be stuck like this for a little bit until my knot goes down, okay?”

Nodding, you gave him a soft tug, smiling as he dropped his weight to lay on top of you before tucking his head in the crook of your neck, littering butterfly kisses to the undoubtedly damp skin there.

“You did such a great job, baby,” he murmured softly, nosing at the underside of your jaw, “I’m so proud of you, and… Thank you for wanting to help me through this - seriously, you didn’t have to and I just… I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too, darling,” you scratched your nails against his scalp gently, a soft hum vibrating through his chest, “just remember that I’m here for you no matter what - when I say I love you, that means all of you.” Accepting his sign of understanding as him raising slightly to catch your lips in a slow kiss, you gave him a tired smile, “Now, let me take a quick nap, because you and I both know there’s more where that came from.”

“Yeah… You’re in for a long night, princess.”

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EXTREME NSFW WARNING!! MDNI!!

A/N: I am starting VERY late for this year's kinkober! But here is my 2024 masterlist this year! I can't wait to work on this big writing project! Can ya’ll also figure out what special interest I’m into again?

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Day 1 Breast Worship - Scott Summers X Reader Post|AO3

Day 2 Double Penetration - young!Charles Xavier x Reader x young!Erik Lehnsherr

Day 3 Public Sex - tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Day 4 Sensory Deprivation - priest!Matt Murdock x Reader

Day 5 Bondage - Eddie Brock x Reader

Day 6 A/B/O Heat/Rut - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 7 Virgin - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 8 Cock Warming - Charles Xavier x Reader

Day 9 Praise Kink - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 10 Overstimulation - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 11 Knife Play - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 12 Sex Toys - Remy LeBeau x Reader

Day 13 Aftercare - tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Day 14 Candle-Wax Play/Temperature Play - Bobby Drake x Reader

Day 15 Glory Hole - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 16 Cock Worship - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Day 17 Dom-Sub - Remy LeBeau x Reader

Day 18 Cock ring/Plugs - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 19 Mirror Sex/Masturbation - Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

Day 20 Threesome - Logan Howlett x Reader x Scott Summers

Day 21 Monsterfucking - werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader

Day 22 Thigh Riding/Fucking - Peter Maximoff x Reader

Day 23 Breeding - Hank McCoy x Reader

Day 24 Somnophilla - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Day 25 Non Con/Dub Con - Victor Creed x Reader

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Day 27 Hate Fucking/Angry Sex - Scott Summers X Reader

Day 28 Impact Play - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 29 Hunter-Prey - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 30 Sex Pollen - Peter Maximoff x Reader

Day 31 First Time - Warren Worthington III x Reader

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SKZ Pack Chapter 10

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, talks of heats and ruts.

Chan sat at the table feeling worried. He was nervous about letting Y/N into Jeongin's room, but he trusted them both. He worried that Jeongin would be too rough with her and she wouldn't like it. "Hey! You made Y/N promise to call one of us if it got too much for her." Changbin assured as he nudged his alpha. "I know. I guess I'm worried about it being too much for her. Sex is almost new for her again, after what they did to her. I don't want her to get upset." Chan growled, his chopsticks being thrown onto the table. They were all worried about being too much for her during intercourse. Even Changbin worried that he might be too much for her in the future. "I think if we ease her into it and learn what she likes and doesn't like it might help her to feel safe with us when she does want to mate with us." Felix piped up. As much as Felix had thoughts about burying himself into her, he didn't want to upset her in any way. "Lix is right. If Y/N feels intimidated or afraid you might traumatize her." Hyunjin stressed. "Agreed," Chan stated as he watched Minho open some windows. The smell of Jeongin and Y/N's arousal started to consume the house. As much as the wolves loved to smell Y/N's arousal, smelling their pack members arousal was not exactly very arousing for them.

Jisung got up to grab some candles, hoping it would add some kind of scent distraction for them while they ate the rest of the food Y/N deliciously cooked. "Hyunjin. Question?" Seungmin asked as he looked at the brown-haired wolf. "What?" Hyunjin answered back, waiting for a remark from the younger beta. "You've had sex with Y/N? What are her boundaries? What does she like?" Seungmin asked. It was an honest question, but Hyunjin didn't see it like that. He saw it as invasive. A private question that should not be asked or even considered a thought. Chan, however thought it was a good idea to declare something so they knew when not to take it too far. The thing was Hyunjin had only ever been with her three times and they were very vanilla. This was mainly down to the fact Hyunjin was inexperienced and very much not interested in sex back then, but he knew what the others did to her, especially Wooyoung. He was always jealous of Hyunjin and tried to do everything to keep her away. It was mainly because of Hyunjin's power. Still, Hyunjin only knew a few things about her sexual interests. One was that she had a very good pain tolerance, but that was also down to her resilience. Then there was biting or cumming all over her, but that was subjective to each wolf. Every wolf had a different reaction with her because it depended on their connection with her.

Chan and the other wolves thought that was a valid response, but it was still good to know when they needed to draw the line. Some of them didn't like the idea of biting all over her. Mainly Jisung, Changbin and Felix who remembered what she looked like when she first came here. Seungmin on the other hand had a weird claiming kink and it wasn't surprising to the wolves he was desperate to get her in his room. Chan on the other hand stressed again he didn't want anyone cumming inside of her yet until she had a few heats and her body was stable. This was because Chan didn't want to disrupt her body by being on werewolf contraception. "Talking of heats and ruts. Who's next?" Jisung asked. "Um, Minho are you in the next few weeks?" Chan asked. His memory wasn't very good but he knew he had their cycles written down. "Yeah," Minho said awkwardly. He was rather private when it came to his ruts. "So then after Minho, Seungmin and Changbin should be next year because you two are freakishly in sync," Chan stated as he shook his head causing the two betas to laugh. Seungmin and Changbin were weirdly in sync and no one knew why. They rutted either the same day or a day apart so they had to rut in separate places. "I'm due soon," Felix muttered quietly. "Oh yeah, after you got sick months ago. You could be anytime." Chan stated as he remembered that time Felix accidentally got sick after catching a werewolf virus from his friend. It nearly caused them all to be sick. Seungmin looked at Felix and snickered as he thought back to the time they overstimulated the poor female wolf and they couldn't keep up. "What?" Felix asked. "What do you think our little wolf will be like on her first heat," Seungmin asked, causing Felix to shake his head. The other wolves laughed as they thought about how challenging she was going to be. "Considering how you two couldn't keep up tells me you're not going to be helpful." Hyunjin teased. "If she doesn't pick on them." Chan laughter. "When it happens we will cross that bridge, but do not embarrass her alright." Chan's warning didn't go unnoticed and the wolves nodded their head in submission. They would not make her feel an ounce of discomfort or embarrassment. They knew omegas could be sensitive and considering her sensitivity it may be heightened.

The wolves chatted as normal and started playing a board game while playing music to drown out the noises upstairs. It wasn't that they didn't want to hear their mate being pleasure, they wanted to be respectful. Even though some concerned eyes would look up to the ceiling when they heard a certain scream or growl, but they couldn't do anything. Y/N had promised she would call Chan or another wolf if she wanted out. "Do you think she's alright?" Jisung asked nervously. "She would have called Chan by now," Hyunjin stated. "Have you guys been upstairs?" Changbin asked as he came down the stairs, breaking the concerned discussion. "What why?" Chan asked, getting up from his seat, ready to go to his omega. "There's mistletoe all over our doors. I think there's Christmas shit in our rooms too." Changbin stated causing Chan to frown. "Felix!?" Chan scolded causing the blonde wolf to raise his hands in defence. "It smells like Minho was with her." Changbin mischievously said causing the wolves to look at him. Minho stood there with an innocent look on his face as Chan crossed his arms in annoyance. "Seriously," Chan stated. "You didn't see her face. I couldn't say no." Minho defended as he thought back to her beautiful silver eyes begging him. "What is she? Puss in boots?" Changbin laughed, causing Jisung to spit out his drink. It was true, the minute she pouted her grey eyes would draw you in. "Anyway, that's not another problem we have. I think Jisung has come inside her because I heard him and I quote word for word, 'I'm going to fucking breed you! Take my cum'. He's disgusting." Changbin stated causing Chan to growl.

Chan had not expected Jisung to be so stupid but he couldn't exactly throw him off of her and punish him. Chan had to make a decision. Does he punish Jeongin now or later? At the same time, he needed to make sure Y/N wouldn't get pregnant which was still unlikely but the possibility was there. In the end, Chan called Jaehee for an emergency pill, which resulted in an earful from Jaehee for their idiocy, even though it was Jeongin's fault, Chan got the brunt of it. He still got in trouble as soon as Jaehee was in the house. "How could you let him be so stupid? Her body hasn't balanced yet." Jaehee shouted as she threw the box at Changbin's head. "It's not my fault," Changbin whined. "Oh grow up. You're twenty-five and a training medic.!" Jaehee scolded. "I'm not the one fucking her!" Changbin defended. "Seriously. Are you all that desperate for her!? Huh? Even you Chan couldn't wait with a bloody poisoned wound." Chan pinched his nose at the older woman's attitude. Chan understood why Changbin was scared of her when she was angry. Her voice was gritty when she was angry and it sent shock waves up their spine. Jaehee held a dominating aura even though she wasn't an alpha. It was quite impressive. "I will go and deliver this now," Changbin said as he scurried off to deliver the pill to Jeongin's room, but ended up getting an awful growl from a predatorial Jeongin. "I wouldn't go in there. Poor baby is chained up." Changbin sighed causing the wolves to look up. "What is wrong with you all." Jaehee shook her head in disgust as she looked at the heathenous wolves. They were not going to change. If anything they were going to get worse.

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[yena-enha]

𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐏𝐒𝐇 𝐗 𝐏𝐉𝐒

Warning - This story contains extreme A/B/O dynamics with feral, rut-driven alphas overpowering their omega. There is dub-con/non-con, forced mating, knotting, excessive overstimulation, and deep bite marks that draw blood. The alphas are aggressive, merciless, and fully consumed by their instincts, using their omega purely for pleasure and breeding. There’s also choking, manhandling, degradation, forced submission, and no aftercare. Reader is crying, shaking, overstimulated to the point of exhaustion, and left completely ruined. Pain is treated as pleasure, and the alphas do not stop, no matter how much she begs. This is not a soft or loving portrayal of A/B/O—this is primal, brutal, and merciless. Read at your own discretion.

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), Interact At Your Own Risk, NSFW Content

Genre - Dark Smut, Werewolf AU

Pairing - Alpha!Jay x Omega!FemReader x Alpha!Sunghoon

Inspiration - Requested By anon - 🫧, Animals By Maroon5

Word Count - 2.3 K Words

𝘞𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘖𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢

You barely made it to the door before a hand wrapped around your throat, yanking you back.

A scream tore from your lips, but it was useless. Jay and Sunghoon were in rut. Their instincts had taken over, their rage palpable in the thick, suffocating air of the den.

“You fucking ran from us?” Sunghoon hissed against your ear, his grip bruising as he shoved you forward. You barely had time to catch yourself before Jay grabbed your waist, throwing you onto the bed like a ragdoll.

You scrambled back, fear mixing with something darker as two sets of glowing gold eyes stared you down. Their scents—**musk, dominance, need—**clouded your mind, making you dizzy.

Jay stalked toward you first, his fangs bared. “We should punish you for that.”

Sunghoon growled, gripping your ankle and yanking you toward him. “No,” he said, voice dripping with menace. “We will.”

Your whimper was cut off when Jay’s claws ripped your dress to shreds, leaving you bare beneath them. The cold air sent a shiver down your spine, but their burning touches quickly replaced it.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue, fingers spreading your slick folds apart. His eyes darkened as he watched your hole clench around nothing. “Look at this,” he murmured, dragging two fingers through your wetness before shoving them into your mouth. “Fucking soaked already.”

You choked, tasting yourself on his fingers, but Jay was already positioning himself behind you. One strong hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back. His breath was hot against your throat.

“You’re our omega. We’ll fucking ruin you.”

And then he thrust in—brutal, unrelenting, tearing you open.

A scream ripped from your lips as Jay speared into you, forcing you to take every inch of his cock. The stretch was unbearable, your body shaking from the sheer force of it.

Sunghoon’s fingers gripped your jaw, forcing your teary eyes up to his. “You can take it,” he growled. “You were made for us.”

Your sobs were muffled as Sunghoon shoved himself into your mouth, forcing you to choke around his length. The intrusion burned, but he didn’t care—he held you there, using your throat like it was his right.

“Fuck,” Jay grunted, his claws digging into your hips as he pounded into you, ignoring your cries. His knot was already swelling, stretching you too much, too deep, too full.

Your body convulsed, overstimulated already, but they weren’t stopping.

Bite.

Jay’s fangs sank into your shoulder, the sharp pain making you cry out—but Sunghoon only groaned at the vibrations. His grip on your hair tightened, and he thrust deeper down your throat, fucking your mouth raw.

“Crying already?” Sunghoon mocked, watching the tears spill down your cheeks. “We’re just getting started, pup.”

Jay’s knot swelled inside you, locking him deep. Your body went rigid as heat spread through your core, his seed flooding your womb. But before you could even catch your breath, Sunghoon pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop.

“Flip her over,” he ordered.

Jay grunted, lifting you effortlessly, his knot still inside you, forcing you onto your back. Your whimpering protests were ignored—Sunghoon was already lining himself up with your untouched hole.

“W-Wait—” your voice cracked.

But he didn’t.

One brutal thrust and Sunghoon buried himself inside, forcing you to take both knots at once.

Your scream was wrecked, pure agony and pleasure twisting together into something unbearable. The stretch was blinding, splitting you apart, your walls clenching helplessly around their cocks.

“Too much,” you sobbed, body shaking violently.

Jay snarled, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. “You can take it. You will take it.”

Sunghoon groaned as he bit down on your throat, a deep, bruising claim. “Omegas don’t get to say no,” he growled. “You’re ours.”

Jay grabbed your thighs and bent them forward, pinning you in place. The new angle made Sunghoon hit even deeper, forcing a broken sob from your lips.

Bite.

Sunghoon’s teeth tore into your shoulder again, sharp canines embedding into your flesh. The pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure, making your vision blur. They weren’t being gentle. They weren’t giving you a break.

They were fucking you through their ruts—using you, claiming you, breeding you.

Jay’s thrusts turned erratic as his knot pulsed again, more thick seed flooding your womb. But Sunghoon wasn’t done—his grip on your throat tightened, cutting off your air as he chased his own release.

Bite.

Your skin was covered in bite marks, deep and permanent. You’d be wearing their claims for weeks.

And then—Sunghoon slammed his knot inside, locking both alphas deep.

Your body convulsed, breaking apart as they stuffed you full. Heat bloomed inside you, both knots swelling, forcing their seed deeper into your womb. You sobbed, overwhelmed, overstimulated, shaking.

“F-Full,” you whimpered, barely able to form words.

Jay chuckled darkly. “Not full enough.”

Sunghoon smirked, grinding into you despite his knot keeping him locked. “Yeah, pup. You’re gonna take everything we give you.”

Your heat was just beginning.

And they had days to break you apart.

Over.

And over.

Again.

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[holylulusworld]

His Little Red Riding Hood - Halloween Special 31

Summary: You knew it was a mistake to go into the woods at night. Now you pay for your mistake.

Square filled for @fairytalebingo: Red Riding Hood

Ship: (Alpha) Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Omega!(LittleRedRidingHood) Reader

Tags/Warnings: angst, chasing, fear, dark!fic, werewolf trope, a/b/o, scenting, mating, dub-con, monster fucking, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, transformation, kidnapped reader, the reader is an adult and at age, this story is 18+ 

Catch up here: Little Red Riding hood lost in the woods

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

He has you on your belly, completely at his mercy as he claims your body once again. Deeper and deeper he drives into you. It feels as if his cock makes your belly bulge.

True to his words, the monster making you his mate in the woods tries to get you full of his spawn for weeks. During the daytime, he’s a man, possessive, but almost sweet.

At night, he turns into something dark. Something not even himself can control. He mostly stays in half-form. Half wolf, half man to mate you. It’s the best way to successfully impregnate you. At least Peggy told you so.

“This time,” he growls in your neck after a particularly deep thrust, “it will settle in your womb.” You’re shaking underneath. In fear and desire. You don’t want to carry his spawn, but he has you tethering between hatred and want all the time. “I know it, doll.”

You bite the pillow and hold back a moan. The beast cannot know you’re close to another orgasm. Bucky already forced two out of you today. With his skilled and long tongue, his furry fingers, and now, his cock. A cock out of this world.

"No,” you whine as he angles his hips to rut faster into you. “Nghh…”

“You’re a newly awoken omega,” he pants in your neck, excessively licking the mark he left. “It will take time to adapt.”

You curl your fingers into the bedsheets. No, you’ll never get used to what he made you. An obedient and slicking whore waiting for your alpha to take you.

His claws sink into your shoulders, pinning you down to the bed when he starts to howl. Bucky slams into you over and over again, making you whimper and cry. “Now, omega.”

You shake your head.

“I said, now!” He grazes his sharp teeth over your neck. “OMEGA!”

Your body gives in long before your mind. Back arching into Bucky like a cat in heat, you fall apart underneath the heavy beast. He’s pleased and lovingly licks your neck, slowly thrusting into you to ride your orgasm out.

His knot starts to swell again. You bite the pillow harder, knowing it will be painful to let him stretch you out. “Relax, doll. You’re my omega. You can take it.” Voice softening Bucky murmurs praises in your ear, making you whimper even louder.

You hate that he holds this power over you. He can lure you into safety with only a few words. His alpha has your omega wrapped around his finger.

“Good girl,” he praises again, feeling his knot spread you out. “So good for me. Always.”

You take a deep breath and wait for the pain to become unbearable. Closing your eyes, you let it happen. But this time, it doesn’t hurt. The stretch is still uncomfortable, and you can feel him almost in your guts, but there is no pain.

“Hmm…see,” he nips at your neck with his snout. “You’re a good omega. Your body knows how to take your alpha.”

You hate him even more because he’s right. It seems that whatever he did to you in the woods works in his favor. Your body relaxes and allows Bucky to shove himself as deep as possible into you. His seed fills you again, and you pray it won’t grow fruits.

“Almost there, omega.” He nuzzles you. “Almost, doll. I can feel your omega respond to me. She’s ready to be my mate. Stop being stubborn.”

You hide your face in the pillow. If Granny was still alive, she’d be ashamed of your neediness. You gave in to one of the monsters she tried to protect you from for all her life.

“That old hag was the monster, not me,” he grunts, reading your mind again. “She tried to keep me from what’s mine because our former alpha rejected her and bonded with someone else.”

Lies. You think to yourself.

He chuckles in your neck. “You’re so smart, Omega." Bucky nuzzles you again. “She tried to protect her sweet girl from me. I knew the moment I saw you first that you were my mate. I asked her to let you choose, but she refused. A shame I had to wait for her death to get you.”

You stiffen, and fear grips your heart. Did he have anything to do with your grandmother’s death? You’d never forgive yourself if so.

“No,” he hastily replies. “I’d never do this to you, Y/N. Unlike humans, I’m not cruel. I’d never part you from someone you love.”

“Still, you stole me away and refuse to let me go,” you snap at the creature. You cannot fathom that the sweet man you met in town months ago is the very same monster claiming you as his omega.

“You’re alone, me too,” he replies. “We are meant to be together, doll. You’ll see with time.”

“Did you already get used to your new life?” Peggy, the mate of one of the other pack members, asks. She’s the only one talking to you. Bucky is always around to keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t run. At least you think so. “I know it’s hard to adapt. I was once like you.”

“A hostage,” you murmur, not wanting to draw Bucky’s attention toward you and Peggy.

“Human,” she replies with a chuckle. Your eyes widen as her face morphs for a second. Her sharp teeth sink into her lower lip to draw blood. “That, of course, changed with time.”

“You mean, I’m going to turn into a—” You shake your head and bite your tongue. You can’t make yourself say it.

“Not yet,” Peggy says and gently pats your cheek. "But the moment you conceive his baby, your omega will take over control. She must make sure that giving birth to Bucky’s baby won’t kill you. Transformation is inevitable.”

It feels like the world is caving in on you. It was worse enough that your body reacted to Bucky’s touch and closeness. Turning into a werewolf is out of the question. No, you can’t do this and tarnish the memory of your grandmother.

“I didn’t want to scare you, Y/N.” Peggy softly speaks to you like you’re a scared fawn. “You’ll adapt soon. Your omega will guide you through the transformation.”

Your heart beats out of your chest, drawing Bucky’s attention toward you. He’s by your side before you can faint. Bucky brings you into his arms, glaring at Peggy before he carries you out of the room.

“No, no…no,” you sniffle while staring at the third test. Bucky bought dozens of tests, asking you to take one every morning. Today, he finally will get what he wants. “This can’t be. If I’m carrying his child, I’ll be lost forever.”

You hurriedly get up and grab your boots. Bucky is out of the house for a few hours to talk to his friend Steve. He said something about All Hallows Eve, a celebration, and the full moon. Enough time to get far away from him and his pack.

Maybe, out there, are people who know how to stop the curse he brought upon you. This cannot be the end. You don’t want to become a werewolf like him.

Dashing through the woods, you don’t know where you’re going. Away, that’s the only thought on your mind. You can’t turn into one of the creatures. Never.

In the distance, you can see a man. If you can reach him before Bucky can find you, you’ll be safe. He can bring you back to civilization, and you can try to find someone to help you with your problem.

“Sir,” you call for the man, running toward him. He’s about to get in his truck when you call for him again. “SIR! Please. I need help!”

He finally turns around. The lumberjack looks your way and furrows his brows as you stop a few feet away.

“Whatcha doing out here, sweetie?” The man cocks his head. “You look like a wolf was chasing you through the woods.” You’d laugh at his words if he didn’t step closer and grip the axe in his hand tighter.

“I—” Somehow, you sense danger coming from the man. Not only because you’re alone with him in the woods. No. Your instinct, or rather your omega, tells you to not tell him the truth. “I got lost in the woods. I wanted to visit my grandmother’s cabin but took the wrong turn.”

“Ya know, I can smell the beast on you." His features harden, and he grips the axe with both hands. “Not only the bastard fucking you, but the bastard inside of you.”

No. That’s impossible. He can’t be a wolf too. “You’re not funny.” You hope your voice doesn’t sound as scared as you are. “If you don’t want to help me, fine.”

“You won’t get away,” he says and steps closer. “I won’t allow any more of those beasts to come to town to steal our women.”

You scream in terror when he lifts the axe to kill you. Out of instinct, you grasp for his wrist, screaming even louder as your hand is no longer yours. It’s furry and large, with sharp claws.

“Don’t touch my pup.” Your voice sounds so unlike you. “No one touches my baby!” You flick your wrist, breaking the man’s bones without any effort. “Not we are the monsters; you are.”

You can feel the anger take over. Your teeth grit and spit runs down your chin. You’re about to attack the man and rip his head off when Bucky calls your name.

You whine and step away from the man who cradles his broken arm. “Omega, no.” Bucky is by your side in a blink. He feared you’d lose control completely as he was chasing you around the woods. “Come here, let Steve handle this.”

Just now, you see the whole pack stepping out of the shadows to watch you defend your unborn child. “Alpha,” you sniffle and run into Bucky’s arms. “I’m scared. My hand…”

“Shush, doll. You lost control a little there,” he murmurs your name and kisses your temple. “It happens when you get scared, okay.”

“Okay,” you nod against.

“Let me bring you home.” Bucky soothingly rubs your back. “I know it’s a lot to adapt to. I’ll be there to guide you through every single step.”

“Bucky,” you whisper his name, and wrap your arms tightly around him. It’s the first time you seek comfort in his arms, not passion. “I’m pregnant.”

“I know Y/N,” he chuckles. “I could smell it for days. It’s alright, you got overexcited and tried to kill a hunter, but leave this to us.”

Bucky guided you away from the scene, leaving the man attacking his mate and unborn child to his pack. They will know what he wants them to do.

This is the end of kinktober for this year. Happy Halloween!

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[corazondebeskar-reads]

of rage and ruin - chapter six

of rage and ruin series

chapter six

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werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader

word count: 4.8k

summary: you burn, and joel burns with you.

chapter warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, a/b/o, alpha/omega dynamics, omegaverse, captivity, canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, horror themes, graphic violence, abuse by captors (not by either joel or reader), body horror, viewer discretion is advised, dub-con due to heat, heat/rut, unprotected p in v, cum play, scenting, oral, angst, rut!joel has a filthy mouth, gratuitous use of petnames

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

Something in Joel aches in a way it hasn’t for over fifteen goddamn years. Something that knew you were too soft, too weak, too goddamn good for him. He didn’t know you. Wouldn’t know you. Couldn’t know you.

But he didn’t need to. He didn’t have to ask to know you’d never felt a life bleed out under your fingertips, never felt flesh give way to a knife, never known the kickback of a gun, the twin reverberation as its bullet tore through a person. 

He hadn’t felt this clearheaded in years. No, he wouldn’t do you the disrespect of hiding behind the wolf. If he were to do this, to violate you like this, he’d have to live with it as the man. As Joel. 

As the real monster. 

It was the wolf’s nature, the wolf’s instinct. An undeniable pull. But the man?

He’d stomach this because he had to, but he’d brand it into the twinings of his soul. Another terrible thing, another debt racked up against him. 

He looks at where you lay against his chest and presses another kiss to the top of your head even though it hurts, oh, it hurts him to be soft. He flays himself for you because he must. 

Because it’s his fault you’re here, his fault you’re enduring this.

And because you’re his. 

He knows he’s wicked and damned for it, but you are his. His omega. It’s been you and him, slowly drowning by the cement blocks of the bond, ever since they shoved that cloth to your nose in the wreckage and saw the way your pupils dilated, the way your body recognized him as a potential mate. 

And he’s been fucked since the first time your sweet apple cider and oat scent permeated his cell. 

You’re his. Ain’t nothin’ in this godforsaken world can change that. Nothin’ but you, of course.

And he knows, he fucking knows, it’s about to be too late for you. Neither of you will come out of this whole. Neither of you will come out of this separate.

Joel’s been a monster for far longer than he’s been a beast, and he knows. You’re his penance. You’re the punishment. 

He’s doomed to bleed you over and over until you’re gone. 

He never wanted an omega. 

Not since Laura-of-the-Woods, Laura-of-the-dead-husband, Laura-of-the-unfailing-kindness when she should have shot them for doing exactly that to the only person she’d had left in this world who understood what they were. 

Not since she explained that her husband hadn’t lost his mind in the change and eaten her because, well, he’d almost tried. But instead, a wicked instinct, something stronger than hunger and violence, had sunk its teeth into the curve of her shoulder and made a place for himself. 

He’d marked her, claimed her, in that tense, fate-changing instance, his love for her beyond all reason heightened by his newfound nature. 

She’d turned omega, and he’d turned her his. 

And Joel had vowed to himself to never become the kind of beast that bound someone to the likes of him for all eternity. 

He thinks he understands it, though. The allure. This soft, precious thing in his lap, this needy, whimpering omega, begging for him. Like he’s the only one in the world that can help her. Help you. 

And he is. 

You’re not of the right mind to consider yourself, or him, for that matter. You’re burning, melting, aching. 

And he’s not touching you. 

Joel’s lucky. He can switch, Can hide, Can bury himself in his other mind. He can blame the wolf or blame the man and live knowing it was never really up to him one way or another. 

Not you, though. You don’t get to change. You don’t get to shed your skin and guilt and pain. You don’t get to sink your claws and teeth into soft flesh and then simply shift and shrug it into the shadows. 

You have no choice. You must live with your choice. You will wake from this haze and remember, be forced to reckon with the way you rub your needy cunt against his thick thigh, the wiry hair slicked down as you soak him. The way you whine and whimper, these feral, nonverbal pleas for his hands, his tongue, his cock. 

The way you keened as he broke and gave in, his entirely human fingers slipping into you without another torturous moment. Two at once, a groan falling from his lips at the way your warm body makes room for him. 

It’s almost too much and it’s still not enough. Your hips meet his knuckles, a violent union, but even that ache doesn’t come close to the way your body craves his. 

One of you is a human and one of you is a monster, one of you can still form words and one of you can only cry out. One of you is moving slow and steady, calm and calculated. One of you is sharp nails and tight grasps, teeth in flesh and fists in hair. 

And it’s not the fucking werewolf. 

You should have never wished for more. Should have never wanted to change, to be allowed to be the beast. 

You will be, in your own way. But you don’t know that yet. All you know now is hunger. 

His fingers work double-time, a calloused thumb coming to rub at your clit. He thinks maybe, maybe, if he takes the edge off, he can have one more semi-coherent conversation. 

You cling to him, still sprawled there in his lap. Your body is clenched, not just around his thick, pistoning fingers, but at the waist, your core rumpled, bowed upward to him. Hands grasp his bicep and forearm, fingers digging little dashes into his skin. They’ll fade quickly, but he’ll remember. He’ll remember the way you needed him, how his little omega wrapped her body to his and whined so prettily. How your eyes fluttered shut only to fly back open with a gasp when he hit a new sweet spot and coaxed more liquid pleasure from your dripping cunt. 

The first orgasm takes you over quickly and doesn’t last, doesn’t linger. It’s like the time you and your friends did a Polar Plunge for the local women’s shelter back in the Girl Scouts, when everything was still pigtails and Claire’s BOGO clip-on earrings and mismatched tiger stripes and leopard print. 

It’s also nothing like that at all. 

It’s a shockwave, a heated blanket, a sharp slap, a warm embrace. It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve had in your life, and it’s over in a flash. 

And there’s Joel, whose hand still drips with your slick, shaking you by the shoulders as he forces you to sit. 

“C’mon, darlin’,” he husks, eyes dark and sharp. “Answer me.”

“Wha?” You mumble stupidly, though you think you’re entitled to be a little stupid. He just reached up your pussy and pulled out your brain, after all. 

“I said, you ain’t a virgin, right?” He seems to be begging. Praying to no one for the answer he wants. 

Luckily, it’s the truth. “Nope,” you say. “Not in a long time.”

His shoulders slump on a sigh. “Look,” he says as two curled fingers lift your chin. 

It’s not a smart move on his part, because that move might have done you in anyway, had you been two strangers flirting in a bar. It’s worse now that you’re, for lack of a better word, intoxicated by his hormones. The oaky musk has never been more alluring, and you just want to… you just want to…

You’re moving before you realize, going to bury your face in his chest, snuffling closer to your goal when he catches you by the chin and pulls you back. 

“Wait,” he scolds, and something about his tone of voice grates against your spine. 

You hold still, brows furrowed, something akin to anger beginning to boil. Wait? Wait?! 

His thumb strokes your cheek, and it’s as if the anger was never there at all. 

The whiplash has you dazed even more than his scent. “What’s wrong with me?” You ask him, eyes wide. 

His chest clenches. “M’sorry, darlin’. I told ya. It’s the heat. You ain’t… you ain’t gonna feel like yourself for a while. It’s okay, though. I’m gonna take good care of ya.”

There’s something pinched in the corner of your brain. Something tugging at it as you absorb his words. “Am I gonna die?” You ask softly, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

Joel’s face pulls tight, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “ No,” he snarls. “I told you, this is different. You’re mine .”

Instead of the shiver that should have run down your spine, there’s a burst of heat. 

Vaguely, you wish you had asked more about the other omega. The one… the one he killed. But the thoughts are fleeting, and his hands are holding you in place as you let them drift away.

There’s no room in your head for anything but him now.

“Joel,” you whisper, and he hears what you can’t say. 

“Hurts again already?” he mutters.

But you’re not listening. You’re back to burying your face in his bare chest, nuzzling the hair there, and snuffling over to push your face into the crook of his arm.

This time, he doesn’t have the strength to stop you. He growls, his hand cupping the back of your head and rubbing softly as he presses you in. A strangled moan escapes him as you nuzzle your face in his underarm, scenting yourself. Rubbing his sweat into your skin, bathing you both in each other. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs, sliding his hand down to rub at your neck, traveling down your spine. “That’s a good girl.”

A shudder runs through you, a matching moan on your lips. You want him to say it again. Need to hear it. You whine, stretching and straining to wrap yourself around him like a starfish.

He catches you by the hips before you can grind your cunt against his cock. The thin cotton of your panties is sopping, his lip twitching. He lifts you, splaying you out on the mattress. You squirm a little, the feeling of the blanket he gave you against your crawling skin easing the itch. 

His mouth is on you before you’ve gotten your bearings, a single claw erupting to slice through your panties and make way for him. Hot palms push your thighs back as he feasts. He tries to control it, tries to stay human for you, but the wolf can no longer abide your request. 

He manages to stay the man— mostly. Not that you can tell, because all you can see is his morphing face, nothing visible beyond the bushy brows and ears. 

Your hand finds its way down and tugs on one pointy ear, dragging a groan from his elongated muzzle. His tongue, that wonderfully long, thick, sandpapery tongue, plunges into your cunt and devours the plentiful slick gathered there. 

The noises he makes are obscene. The room fills with sloppy, squishy slurps and heaving breaths. He snarls and moans, you gasp and whimper, each gripping onto the other with no chance of release. Both branding the other with bruising, aching fingerprints, though only his marks will linger.

Unlike the first, this orgasm grants you no relief. Instead, you ache. You begin to cry, pathetic sobs replacing the communal ecstasy. Tears burn your raw cheeks, and something inside Joel snaps.

As he pulls away, licking slick from his fingers, his face melts back. He wipes his glistening beard on the back of his hand.

“Alright, darlin’. No more teasin’. I’ll give you what you need.”

“Joel, alpha, please,” you cry. Your body is yarn on a loom, stretched taut, fibers straining. Your hand reaches for his, needing to weave him through to completion.

You don’t even notice that you’ve plunged four fingers up your cunt, hips bucking desperately, but it’s not enough. It’s not enough. Nothing is enough. Why is he denying you? Why is he doing this? Doesn’t he want you?

He snatches your wrist and wrenches it away, tongue clicking. “Naughty little omega,” he croons, “You can’t help yourself, huh? I’m bein’ so mean, tryin’ to get you ready, is that right?”

There’s some distant part of you that registers the way he’s setting up, that acknowledges his logic, but you just don’t fucking care. Fixing him with your most stubborn glare, you push your other hand to your leaking slit.

“If you’re not gonna help me,” you start, trying to sound as indignant as you feel. 

He brushes a thumb over your furrowed brow, gently guiding your hand away. His broad hand gathers both of your wrists above your head, his leg slinging over to pin you.

“Relax, sweet thing. I’m gonna give you what you need; I promise.” His free hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

Your mouth parts for him, mind blissfully blank as your legs spread, wrapping around his body. He presses his thumb in, rubbing it over your tongue, which chases it. You wrap your lips around it, every part of you welcoming him in. He groans as you suckle on it, reluctantly pulling it away, trailed by your soft whine and a string of spit.

“None of that, now. As nice as your pretty mouth is, we’ll have time for that later,” he murmurs, lips brushing your forehead.

You keen, beyond words. There’s nothing in your head now; it’s all been burned away in the fever. He pulls his hand back to reach between your thighs and gather some of the slick pooled there, stroking it over his length. 

“Hold still, darlin’,” he says firmly, lining the bulbous head of his cock up. When you feel it brush against your cunt, your hips cant up.

He lets go of your wrists to pin you by the hip.

“What did I say, huh? You’re gonna hurt yourself. F’you want my knot, baby, you gotta be a good girl and listen.”

There’s that tone to his voice again. The one that makes you feel like your muscles all fell asleep and now you’re filled with pins and needles. You settle, looking up at him with a pout.

“Yes, alpha.”

“Good girl,” he croons, a pleased little tug to the corner of his mouth. 

You squirm, preening as his satisfaction bubbles up inside you.

He leans in, holding himself over you with one hand, the other still wrapped around his cock. Even completely human, you’re taken by his sheer size. A hulking mass, and though only a fraction of his weight presses on you, you’re at his mercy. It should scare you. He should scare you. He knows that, but you don’t seem to. 

He rubs the tip through your folds, from your asshole to your clit. You’re shaking by the time he brings it back to your cunt and slowly, agonizingly slowly, begins to push inside.

He was right to try to stretch you first, to loosen you up with orgasms. You’ll pay the price of your impatience later, but now? 

It’s nothing but bliss.

He’s girthy and long, and you’re so snug around him that you feel every vein, every throb, every twitch.

You’re aware of the sting where your body fails to accommodate him, but it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, because you flood around him, easing the way for him to overtake your limits and make a home for himself. Each inch has you seeing lights, closing your eyes against a kaleidoscope.

“No,” he grunts. “Keep your eyes on me.”

And you listen, of course. He’s glistening with the effort of holding himself back, muscles flexing. 

“Let me see you,” he says, gruff tone leaving no room for disobedience. 

You don’t move, though, staring up at him with your lips swollen and parted, eyes wide and rapt.

He shakes his head. “You that far gone, or my cock just got you speechless?” He snaps the strap of your sports bra. “If you wanna keep this, I suggest you take it off real quick.”

It’s over your head and lost somewhere on the floor before he’s finished speaking.

He groans, lunging forward to take a nipple into his mouth, suckling and flicking his tongue. As you lose yourself to the pleasure, he pushes the rest of the way inside.

Your hands fly up and grasp for him, burning themselves in the thick fur on his shoulders. The man is barely holding on, barely there as he buries himself, balls flush against your ass. 

“Sorry,” he slurs around his rapidly growing teeth. “Sorry, can’t—can’t stop it—”

You nod as his tongue unfurls to lick up your neck. “S’okay, I—” but whatever semblance of a clear thought you had breaks into a cry as he starts to move. 

You’re gone. You’ve been ground to dust and blown away. You’ve been left to sink slowly through a swamp. 

You’ve been chewed up and spit out, buried in compost, dissolved.

And so has he. 

As you move, clumsy at first, all bone and nail, as you begin to writhe and fall into a cresting cadence, there ceases to be a line of demarcation. 

There is wolf and flesh and violence. There is blood and hope and fear. 

He is not the man nor the wolf but something ubiquitous and all-encompassing. You absorb him into you, and so you are not a girl or an omega or a separate being. You are whole. You are held. 

You are found. 

And it’s not his cock that’s made you that way, just as it’s not your cunt that completes him.

No.

It’s teeth.

While his knot swells, your body splits for him, bleeds for him, lets him possess and fill and tear you apart. It’s okay. He’ll put you back together. You’re already patching him up, filling in the cracks. He’ll give you the same.

You wish you could say you were too lost. That you hadn’t begged him to do it. That he hadn’t begged the same.

But no, it was after. As he held you, a willing captive beneath him, as the fog of heat eased with each pulse of his cock, each load of his seed bloating you impossibly, that you blurted it out. 

Your mind was clear, and your instincts had never been stronger. You wanted it. Maybe you didn’t quite know what it was, or why, but it was the only thing you wanted. 

“Bite me,” you say, eyes wild.

He groans. “No, no, darlin’, I can’t. Don’t ask me that.” A beat. “Fuck. ”

He’s nearly the man again, his hazel eyes fixated on you, foreheads sticking together with sweat. He grinds, his knot securely locked inside your cunt, your overworked opening impossible to breach. His hips twitch at the same time as his lip.

“Alpha,” you whine.

“Stop,” he begs. “You don’t know what you’re askin’.”

His rejection hurts worse than the stretch. The image of him blurs with tears and he whimpers, wounded.

“Shh, darlin’, it’s alright,” he murmurs, stroking your head and cheek with tenderness in high contrast to the sharp claws so close to your delicate flesh. 

But you’re not scared. He’d never hurt you. You find that you know this, for certain, a deep knot in your gut. Well. In addition to the literal knot that certainly feels like it’s deep in your gut. 

“Alpha,” you whine, head tipping back. 

He groans. “Don’ do that, darlin’. I ain’t strong enough.”

He was wolf just moments ago. But he’s rolled back the change so that his teeth won’t rend your soft flesh to ribbons. 

No, it’s decidedly blunter teeth that shred you as he gives in, that sink so deep into the curve of your shoulder that you cry out, nails digging into his back. He holds on, growling, and you bring one hand up to card through his hair while he stays latched into your flesh. 

His eyes flutter shut, his face gone lax in a way you’ve never seen. It smooths out some of his wrinkles, the deep stress lines still there but a deeper peace taking over for just this one, beautiful moment. 

You squirm a little, writhing on his knot as it throbs and throbs and throbs in time with the wound on your shoulder. He draws away reluctantly, just enough to let the shift take back over so he can lap at the weeping mark with his rough tongue. 

As always, it soothes the burn, and you moan, trembling under his care. He nudges you with his snout, nuzzling against your cheek, and you wind your fingers through his fur just as you had his hair. 

His hips rock lazily, never drawing out but keeping the bulk of his knot rubbing against the deep parts of you normally unreachable, pushing something wild and untamable from you with each sick squelch. 

The wolf looks down at you with something intense that you don’t want to analyze. Not right now. Not when you feel “so good, alpha, so good.” So good, in fact, that you don’t even realize you’re babbling praises for his cock as he snuffles every bit of you he can reach, licking and nuzzling, bathing you in him. 

When his knot finally goes, you’re asleep. If he had feathers, he’d be ruffling his plumage in pride, but instead, he just shifts you so he can curl around you. Around his omega. His. 

More than either of you know. 

You float on the ocean, buoyed through a dreamless sleep. Later, you’ll tell him you think his cum is a sedative in the way his slobber is anesthetizing, and he’ll roll his big brown eyes and huff. Later, you’ll think about how his eyes change when he does, and you can’t choose a favorite. The wolf’s endless pools of bewitching brown or the soft green and gold flecks that herald the man. 

Either way, you’re adrift at sea when you wake to his very human fingers in your cunt. He wears the face of the man but the dark eyes of the wolf. At least, you think so, until he looks up and feasts on you with them, and you can see the darkness is just his pupils, blown large as he pushes his cum back inside you. 

“Y’took it so good, darlin’,” he murmurs. “Can’t let it go to waste now.” 

“Hmm?” You mumble sleepily, squirming as he frowns, using two fingers to scoop some off the blanket. He brings the fingers to your lips and you open obediently, floating in your haze as he feeds you your communion. 

You fall back asleep, fueling your sedative theory. He’ll roll his eyes later, but now? Now he hovers over you, cock rubbing against your hip impatiently, throbbing, aching, leaking. 

He fists it with the hand still sticky with spend, tugging mercilessly. His hips buck up into his hand as he grunts, biting his lip until it bleeds to keep from disturbing your dreams. With a harsh huff, his cum splatters across your body, but it doesn’t soothe the ache. He’s still hard as he spreads it across your breasts, rubbing it over your collarbone. 

There. He regards his art proudly, but it does nothing to quiet the way his heartbeat seems to have settled in his balls. He cups them, shifting them to settle on your thigh, nestled near the peak of your warmth, but it’s not enough. 

He nudges you, already thin patience fraying. 

You blink blearily at him, and look down at your chest. “Really?”

He blushes and scowls. “You smelled wrong,” he says, as if it’s something he can scold you over. 

It doesn’t matter, though. The combination of his scent and the way his cock is grinding against your pelvis has you squirming in place. He sits back on his haunches, lifting you up as you let out a surprised squeak. 

He sets you on his cock. There’s no preamble. He impales you on it and immediately begins rutting up as you scramble for purchase, grabbing his shoulders. He’s doing all the work, fucking himself with your tight, wet heat. 

Not that you’re complaining. It’s maybe the hottest thing anyone’s done. All you can do is hold on and thrill him with your breathy moans and gasps. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs, holding you to him. “I know what you need. Just take it, yeah?”

You nod against his shoulder. “Yes, alpha.”

He moans at your easy compliance, bouncing you roughly on his cock. “Gonna take my knot again, baby,” he grunts. “You’re gonna take it and you’re gonna take my whole fuckin’ load.”

You can’t even respond, each thrust knocking the breath from you. Instead, you occupy yourself by licking and nipping at the strained tendon of his neck. 

“Bite, little omega,” he says in that tone, the one you can’t seem to resist. 

So you do. It’s what you really wanted, anyway. To feel his flesh give way for you the way you are for him. Your teeth aren’t sharp, but still, they sink into him like a fist grasping a stone from a riverbed. 

He hisses as he breaks under your tongue, moaning as you lap up the blood beneath. His knot swells, and you refuse to loosen your grip, jaw set around the strong line of muscle, and he wants to tuck you into the wound and keep you there. 

The days are a blur. You’re not even sure it’s days. You sleep, you fuck, you don’t separate from one another. You do, eventually, stop biting him, but you’re a mess of claws and nails and teeth and fangs and so much cum. He stuffs you with it until it leaks out and does it again. 

Until you wake up and find him on the other side of the room. He’s all man, dozing with his bare back against the chilly tile wall. 

“Joel,” you rasp, mouth thick with sleep. 

He cracks an eye and closes it again. “Go back to sleep. You need it.” 

“Come keep me warm,” you mumble. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

The chill in his voice counteracts any good the blanket was doing. “Why?” You ask, cringing at how small your voice sounds. 

He grunts dismissively. 

“Don’t do this,” you snap. “Don’t you dare shut down.”

“Don’t worry,” he sneered. “You’ll still have the other one.”

“Don’t fuckin’ run from this. You bit me. Not the wolf.”

“Don’t talk about shit you don’t understand.”

Don’t. Don’t don’t don’t. It’s all either if you can say. There’s no room for any allowances here, only the bitter space growing between. 

You crack first. You’re allowed, you think, since you’re flayed open and raw while he gets to be untouchable. 

“Joel,” you whisper. 

His head snaps up to look at you, arms still guarding his heart. Your face must say more than you’d like, because he heaves a heavy sigh. 

“I’m the only alpha here,” he says. “You wouldn’t choose an old bastard like me out there.”

“I wouldn’t choose any of this,” you say, but it’s the wrong thing. 

“Goddamnit, darlin’, don’t you think I know that?” He stalks over, gripping your shoulders and leering down at you with a scowl. “I’m not a good man. Far from it. But before this,” he gestures at you vaguely, “that was a line I ain’t never crossed. Never put a hand on someone like that who didn’t want it.”

“Bullshit,” you say, softer than a whisper. 

“What’d you say?” He says, shadows brushing over the lines of his face as he looms over you. 

“Bullshit,” you grit louder. “I know you r-raped your last omega. The one you killed.”

He pulls away from you with a hiss, like the fever that still lingered on the edges of you had scalded him. “You know that, huh?” He growls. “S’that what you think?”

“Cheryl told me. She said you didn’t make it ten minutes without going after him.”

“Yeah,” Joel agreed. “We fought. I ain’t proud of it, but I did not rape him. Jesus Christ. S’that what you’ve thought of me this whole time?”

Despite the rage brewing in his eyes, you can see the hurt, too. More like you can feel it, and a whimper slips from your lips before you can stop it, cheeks burning as you realize your mistake. 

“I-I thought… I’m s-“

He cuts you off, cupping your cheek in one great, human paw. His thumb brushes over the dry skin there, unable to resist the pull to comfort you. That whimper damn near did him in and he can’t believe the power you have over him already. 

“Just… drop it,” he mutters, and pulls you in against his chest so you can bury your face and apologies there. His hand cups your head, a gentle stroking of his thumb on the back of your neck sending spidery shivers skittering, goosebumps bursting in their wake. 

“S’okay. I gotcha, darlin’,” he murmurs mindlessly, kissing the top of your head. 

He doesn’t need to say it, though. 

You know. 

next chapter

tysm for being patient during my hiatus. ily and i hope this lives up to your expectations i'm v nervous be niceys to me pls

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 24: Monster Fucking

Warnings: smut, monster fucking, werewolf!Slash, rutting, slight possessiveness, riding, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Slash was hairy and cuddly and absolutely wreaked, when you found him on a late night walk you hadn’t thought it would lead to this.

It was dark and you found a puppy while coming back from the convenience store just down the street, as it got older you realized it wasn’t a poor puppy tossed from its mother but a werewolf.

Slash was already attached to you and fairly tame, always asking for cuddles, curling up and watching you cook. Really he just slept a lot and kept you safe on walks, which was all you really needed from him.

However, Slash had been acting different lately. He preferred his human form over his dog form which meant that instead of sleeping at the foot of the bed he was curling up behind you, pulling you tight to him. He wouldn’t let you put the leash on him anymore for you walks and would keep his arms around you, snarling at anyone who passed by.

He wouldn’t let you leave the house alone, he would barely let you leave his side. He was marking everything in your house and you had no idea what was happening.

You managed to sneak out of the house while Slash was sleeping, his breathing heavy and nose twitching, tail tucked between his legs.

You went straight to the public library near you, looking for whatever book you could on werewolves -those were more just fantasy bullshit and so not right, you made a mental note to write your own. The books on dogs gave you an idea of what was happening.

Slash was going into heat, really a rut.

You took that information and went back home to find your house trashed. The couch was torn up, coffee table thrown over, the TV was safe which was the least you could’ve asked for.

You went to the bedroom to find Slash who was slumped against the headboard, completely naked and surrounded by what appeared to be your entire closet. He was panting and sweating, whining when he saw you.

You couldn’t help but notice his hard, leaky cock against his abdomen. It looked painful.

“Oh, is my good boy having a hard time?” You asked, genuine sympathy in your tone. He nodded, weakly reaching for you. “Do you want me to, like, get a dog for you?”

“You.” He said, brows knit together, a pout tugging at his lips. “You, I want you.” His words came out choked. You couldn’t say no to him, not when he was in this state.

Your hands planted firmly on his shoulders as you bounced on his pulsing, aching cock. Tears rolled down his cheeks, whines and sobs mixing with moans. You had to question if he was enjoying it but if you slowed down at all or did anything else that made him think you were about to stop he’d grab your hips with a bruising hold, clawing at your skin.

You couldn’t count how many times he’d cum, he still wasn’t done, you weren’t done because you hadn’t cum yet.

You could feel him still pulsing in you, prodding deep and hard at your gummy walls, all the seed he’d already spilled seeping out of you, serving as lube.

You cupped his face in your hands, leaning in and kissing you. “Sweet boy, you can’t keep going like this.” You whispered against his lips, pecking them once more.

Slash’s tongue darted out, flicking over your lips before he started trailing kisses up your jaw and down your neck. It was sweet until he bit down on your neck, the spot just between it and your shoulder, breaking the skin.

It was as if some new found energy bursted in him and he flipped you onto your back, holding onto you in his jaws a moment longer to make sure you weren’t going anywhere as he held you down, not that you were running.

His tail wagged behind him, a clear indication that he was enjoying this. His hips snapped into you repeatedly, hitting that same spot he’d found you loved oh so much, deep growls flowing from him as you clenched around him, calling out his name as you came, nails digging into his back.

“Mine, all mine.” He growled, looking down at you with hungry eyes.

You’d read in one of the books that after marking their mate ruts could last upward of a few days to a few weeks, you didn’t know how much more of this you could take without breaking. The latter being you carried his pups.

[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: werewolf! Yunho x f! yn (you can imagine yn as any species, she's kept ambiguous)

Word Count: 1910

Warnings: cursing, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Fluff, smut, supernatural au, werewolf au, E for explicit

Summary: On the week of the solstice, Yunho's rut starts.

Written for @cultofdionysusnet’s winter solstice event <3 took me a bit to get it down lol, and a big thank you to @sanjoongie for beta'ing hehehehehe <3 love u bae

Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), praise, degredation, cum play, breast play, lactation kink (guys ignore the science behind it), knotting, breeding kink, overstimulation, subspace (i think it falls under it), creampie, multiple rounds, pet names

I've never written a werewolf au before so i hope its good <3

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You perk up at the sound of the door opening, hearing the tell-tale signs of your boyfriend jingling his house keys as he hangs up his coat. “Yunho, you’re home early,” you call out, finishing up washing your lunch plates and wiping your hands. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong, my love,” Yunho responds, his voice liting. You know the sound well—his pre-rut is starting and you’re sure he’s hard in his pants. “I just got sent home because I started my pre-rut early. Must be the solstice.”

Bingo. The week of the winter solstice is when the werewolves’ inner selves are their strongest, and schedules are thrown off every year. You’ve been quite excited for this year’s solstice rut—the last two Yunho wasn’t comfortable enough sharing that side with you and after long discussions, it will be the first time you spend it with him.

You take a deep breath in before coming around the corner to properly greet your boyfriend, unwilling to make him feel pressured by your eagerness. “Do you want something to eat?” you ask as you wrap your arms around him and tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. “I can make you the beef we have in the freezer.”

Yunho shakes his head, letting it drop to your shoulder. He takes a deep breath in, enjoying the scent of your body wash. “No, not right now,” he sighs through his nose. “I need a moment. You– you smell good.”

You open your mouth to say something but your breath catches in your throat as you feel his growing hardness against your hip. You knew his dick was big, but…it feels…bigger. Subconsciously, you squeeze your thighs together.

“YN.”

Yunho’s voice breaks you out of your fantasies. “Ah– yes?”

“Are you ready?” His voice is strained and you cock your head, confused. His eyes are dark and he licks his lips, neck veins popping as he holds himself back. “Coming home didn’t help with my pre-rut. You smell too good. Too fertile. I need you and I need you to tell me yes or no now before I lose control.”

“Fertile?” Your eyes widen more and you only vaguely remember a conversation held a while ago when Yunho warned you that in his solstice-rut, his wild instincts take over more so than usual and he will be saying and doing some out-of-pocket things. And somehow, it only serves to make heat sear in your core.

“Answer me, YN.” Yunho’s voice dips and your arms tighten around his waist.

“Yes.”

-

Teeth sink into your neck and your hands scrabble to grip at Yunho’s back, scratching down the skin. You’re sure there will be marks when the morning comes, not that it would bother him at all.

“Shit– Yunho–” you moan, back arching as your boyfriend drives his thick, throbbing cock deep inside you. “Fuck–”

You can hardly get a word out without Yunho rearranging your guts with every thrust. You should’ve known this was bound to happen, with the winter’s solstice landing on a full moon, and in turn, the werewolf’s rut landing on the week of the solstice. Not that you’re complaining about how perfectly Yunho nails each thrust into you.

“Look at you, lying there so perfect for me,” Yunho groans into your neck where he has been littering bite marks all over your skin. You’re sure if anyone who didn’t know the both of you saw it, they’d be worried for your safety. But the deep purple marks only serve to make you proud of your boyfriend. “Letting me use your sloppy pussy to my heart's desire like the whore you are.”

Not a thought exists in your brain as Yunho bites down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, where the old scarring from his mating bite sits. You’re pretty sure you’re melting into the sheets as he grabs your waist and moves you up and down on his twitching member like a ragdoll.

Come spills out of you so easily but Yunho doesn’t stop, just fucking it back into you and letting it foam up around the base of his cock where his knot is slowly growing.

You can’t even count how many orgasms you’ve had at this point, every time you think you can’t, Yunho somehow manages to drag one after another out of your body. The only thing you can feel is Yunho’s cock pounding into you at an unforgiving pace, stretching you out so deliciously.

Your boyfriend has come a couple of times too, your thighs and pussy lips coated in the sticky white substance, but he still hasn’t popped his knot and you know this isn’t going to end until he does. With a groan, you try to shift up, but the bite he has on your skin increases and his hands grip your hips even tighter. “Ah–” you moan, sinking back onto the pillow. You can feel pleasure roll in your stomach and your cunt clench, and you know you’re on the brink of your nth orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Yunho whines in your ear, his thrusts erratic and you can feel the base of his cock swelling. “You’re going to look so pretty carrying my pups, all round and perfect for me. God, I’d fuck you over and over just for you to carry my babies. My little cumdump.”

You moan, his words pushing you over to your next orgasm and you throw your head back in a silent scream. You swear your vision goes white and you can hardly hear anything as your hips and cunt convulse. Through your high, you can vaguely feel Yunho still snapping his hips into you as he moans against your neck.

And just as you come down, you feel him push his thick knot inside you, stretching out your walls even further. As soon as it pops in, you can feel him shudder and his dick twitch as searing come fills you up so full. “Shit–” you groan, grinding down subconsciously at the feeling. “Your knot is so big inside of me, baby.”

Yunho groans, thrusting as much as he can, the slightest bit of cum leaking out around his hard cock. Your thighs are burning but you can hardly feel it, just another addition to the pleasure slowly building once again. You’re not quite sure how much more you can take, but you don’t mind finding out.

Before you can think too much more, Yunho’s mouth travels down until he reaches your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking gently on it. “Oh–” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut at the sparks it sends straight to your core. The way he flicks his tongue around the bud makes you shiver and your hands come up to grasp at the soft strands of his hair.

“These tits are so perfect, God,” Yunho groans around the mound of flesh. “Taste so perfect for me. Look at you baby, I’m affecting you so much in my rut you’re making milk, huh.”

Your eyes widen and they trail down your body to see the milky liquid trickling out of your nipples. “Yun–”

“Hush and let me taste you some more,” Yunho groans, dipping his head to capture your breast in his mouth again.

His voice is deeper than the ocean, rough around the edges, and it sends vibrations through your body. The grip he has on your hips tightens even further and you’re sure you’ll have bruises blooming in no time. Without warning, he bites down on your sensitive nipples and you squeal, fingers pulling at his hair as your cunt grips down on his cock. Without mercy, his fingers immediately come up to play with your unattended nipple, rolling the bud between the digits. You can feel milk streaming out of it and you moan.

“Yunho, please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, and Yunho chuckles.

“So needy for me again, slut,” he hums around your breast, sharp teeth scraping the skin gently.

You open your mouth to complain, but before any words can come out, you feel a great pressure on your pussy and with a pop Yunho pulls his knot out. “Fuck!” His hips have been slowly grinding into you, knot deflating bit by bit, but it was still big enough to sting when he pulled it out carelessly. But the pain is what you absolutely adore and your mouth drops open as he leaves the tip of his cock in your hole.

It’s still pumping come into you slowly, but with how loose you are after that fucking, you can feel his come pouring out of you. You try to squeeze your legs together to stop the flow and keep the full feeling, but your legs are too jelly to even curl your toes. Yunho just chuckles, bringing the hand down that was playing with your breast to lazily press his come back into you, as well as the milk clinging to his fingers.

“God, you don’t understand how much I want to taste you right now,” Yunho growls, his cock twitching again. “But keeping you nice and full and stuffed is my top priority. Fill you with my pups and keep your tits full.”

Before you can say or do anything again, he slowly pushes his dick back in your wet heat, his knot popping back inside you with ease. Your body is hardly able to react, soft moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.

As Yunho smirks down at you, he scoops up the leftover come on your walls and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off the sticky remains. “Fuck, you taste just how I dreamed of,” he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he flashes his sharp canines. “Really should keep you warm and pregnant for me—you’re so impossible, YN. I don’t know how the fuck you do this to me.”

You don’t think he even knows what he’s saying, too drunk on the winter solstice’s power to fully comprehend what he’s saying. You can’t get pregnant from him right now anyways, the birth control you use specifically for multi-species relationships. Plus, his come doesn’t have the right potency until the full moon and there’s no way in hell you’re letting that monstrous cock near you (although you dream about it).

Your thoughts are cast away as Yunho’s hands come up to fondle your breasts again, causing more milk to leak out and he immediately dips his head down to suck at your peaked nipples. “Yunho,” you breathe out, no energy to call out his name even louder, “please.”

The ache of your body is finally hitting you and you’re limp on the stained sheets. The haze in Yunho’s eyes clear up a little and he shifts, keeping his cock in you but slowing his grinding. “You’re so sweet for me, YN, letting me use you like this. You can sleep if you want, I need the knot to go down anyway.” His large hands leave your breasts to brush strands of hair away from your sweaty face. “I’ll wake you up for dinner,” he hums, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

Exhaustion takes over your body and you feel your eyes flutter shut as Yunho continues to stroke your hair. “I love you, puppy,” you mumble, halfway to sleep already.

“I love you too, my moon.”

[elysianightsss]

Limerence | ON HOLD

Series masterlist

limerence / lim-ê-rêns / (noun)

“Obsessive romantic attraction towards another person”

Summary: In which the owners of Jujutsu Incorporated, the Ôgami brothers, are suddenly interested in you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x reader, Alpha!Itadori x reader, Alpha!Gojo x reader, Alpha!Geto x reader, Alpha!Nanami x reader, Alpha!Kenjaku x reader.

Status: Ongoing.

Genre: werewolf au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics.

Warnings: 18+, smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, insecurities, some descriptions of reader’s body, mention of possible ED, omegaspace, domdrop, swearing, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsessive thoughts, Alpha tendencies, a/b/o dynamics.

Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters. 

Taglist

Jujutsu Incorporated

Moodboards

Teaser one

Teaser two

Kenjaku drabble

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

[monstersflashlight]

....Could I request a bratty tboy x a male monster? maybe a vampire but I'm not picky.....and they're not dating, not allowed to be domestic here

A/N: Hi there, I know you didn’t say with that intention, but I’m *allowed* to do what I want. This is warning for everyone else to mind your wording when you ask for a request. (No hard feelings towards you, just not the best word choice there <3) Hope this is as fun to you as it was for me to write, sorry to disappoint, but they are already on a relationship even tho they are feral for each other. Enjoy!

Bratting too close to the dom

Werewolf x trans masc!vampire reader || dom/sub dynamic, edging, (very light) knotting || tw: blood

You know you get extra bratty when your hunger arrives, both of you fully know that. You don’t have to feed that much anymore, but you can just feel it in your bones, when you start to feel a bit hungry, you start getting needier, snappier… and that always leads to you being a brat. Well, more than usual.

That’s why you know you are tempting fate when you wait for him right by the door and jump on his back, covering his eyes as the hair over his ears tickle your forearms. You don’t even have to say anything, the hiss you let out at the smell of his blood is enough to send him reeling. He throws you over his shoulder, and you land on the floor, staring up at him as he picks you up again.

Your back is against a flat surface and your body is vibrating with pent up energy as he growls at you. You try to scratch his face, but he pins them with one of his hands, so much bigger than you. You know you are testing his patience, without even talking you keep pushing him back just to draw him in again. He’s breathing hard, almost panting as he rips through his clothes with just one hand. His eyes are blown wide, and you can feel the heat and desire pooling inside your underwear. You are probably soaking everything, but you don’t fucking care.

You get your hands free and pull at his hair until he’s growling. Your whole body trembles with the force of it, and his hand finds your throat, holding you down as he rips your clothes next. You choose one of your old shirts just because you knew this was going to happen. His half-change doesn’t surprise you, his claws digging on your thigh as he parts your legs and goes to town. You want to be brattier, but the second his long tongue touches you, you are done for. Your hands are in his hair as he devours you, until you are whimpering and needy, asking, begging for more.

But then he stops.

He pulls back enough to roll you to the floor, the cold surface against your back makes you shiver and your antagonistic nature comes to play. You try to bite him, but he pushes your face down, muttering about bratty subs as he crawls over your body with his dick in his hand. You shiver in anticipation, and he pushes home in one hard thrust that has you screaming his name.

He doesn’t stop until you are snapping your fangs at him, trying to bite him as he holds you down and ruts against you, knees over his shoulders as he holds you down with his teeth on your neck. Somebody could believe you are the one with a thing for neck, being a vampire and all, but nope. The werewolf is the one who likes to bite down and hold you there as he fucks his fat dick into your welcoming heat.

It feels so good, but you need so much more. He doesn’t relent. He keeps rutting into you slowly and thoroughly, making you as wet as a fountain as he laughs every time you whimper and beg. But still doesn’t let you move an inch as he takes all his pleasure off your body and you wriggle under him, trying to make him do more, to make him get you off, too. But he only chuckles, going deeper and biting harder. You are in heaven and hell at the same time.

When he finally releases his hold on you and you are able to bite his neck, your whole body shakes in an orgasm that rocks your world and makes the whole universe fade. The taste of him makes you ecstatic as you feel his knot expanding in you. You might pass out a little. You brattied too close to the dom.

[vampsquerade]

okay okay, asking for the monsterfuckers here >.>

can we please please PLEASE have some werewolf könig with a female reader that has to help him with his rut? some…some knotting would be cool too…

WEREWOLF KÖNIG???? MONSTERFUCKER???? HAVE I REACHED MY TARGET AUDIENCE WITH A POST OR WHAT HAHA AAAAA- ahem, but yes you may have some werewolf König

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Werewolf!König x Female!Reader: Controllable Urges

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, smut, mating seasons, monsterfucker reader, slight shifts, knotting, multiple positions, werewolf!AU, creampies, biting, scratching (fic under the cut)

Werewolves were something you’d always believed only existed in fairytales and made up stories about feral, nature connected men living in the forests. But after encountering your own boyfriend and finding out his true identity, you fully believe that they’re real. “K…König?” you ask softly when you knock on his door. There’s a soft growl followed by a whine, as if warning you to keep away. But knowing how stubborn you were, you weren’t gonna leave him alone or go away. “Are you okay..? Need me to come in there and comfort you..? Is the shift a bit painful this time around?” you ask from behind the door. “N-No…I don’t need help…do not come inside the room…please…” König growls. Just the way he sounds, all raspy and dangerous, it intrigues you more and more. You only become more worried, leaning against the door a bit more to hear what’s going on.

You can hear him panting heavily, like he’s out of breath after running around for so long. But it also sounds slightly…pained? There’s also the soft and faint sound of something squishing. “Are you…sure you don’t need any help?” I ask. “Stop asking me…hffh..~ s-stupid questions, Maus…it’s dangerous for you to c-come inside my room right now…” König growls softly. Scowling slightly, thinking he might be in some actual form of pain and doesn’t want to be treated and scolded by you, you decide to just open the door. And once you do, your eyes go wider than the moon when you see exactly what your boyfriend’s been doing this whole time. He’s in heat? Or is it a rut? You can’t really remember much about the proper terminology; all you knew was that he was in what would be considered his “mating season.”

But the sight…it’s one to truly see. König’s not completely in his other form; only his forearms and a bit of his back are covered in fur. His signature little wolf ears and tail are sticking out from his head and back, and his claws are sharp against the skin of his own thigh, piercing through and making him bleed as the other grips his throbbing cock. His eyes pierce right into yours as he scowls, growling lowly at you, “I…I thought I warned you…” he seethes. Your eyes soften a bit and you cautiously walk over to him, gently pushing him back into his bed. “What are you doing…?” König whispers breathlessly, letting his back fall onto the cool, silk sheets of his bed, making him wince softly. “Shh…I’m going to help you, okay…?” You whisper softly. Carefully, you then climb over him and sit in his lap. You can feel him burning through his dampened clothes from all the sweat and lean in, kissing him.

König’s eyes go wide and he’s doing all he can to make sure he doesn’t lose control when you sit in his lap and kiss him. He’s kissing you back gently, not trying to get too into it to where he ends up accidentally hurting you. Pulling away for just a moment, you stare at his piercing blue eyes. “I told you…I will help you whenever you need me to…” you say. Your tone is gentle and calm, sweet and kind, and it’s everything König needed right now. His eyes seem to water a little before he eventually speaks up, “I just don’t want to hurt you…I-I’m insatiable right now…” Your smile just seems to get a bit warmer when he says this, “Oh König, it’s okay—I told you I’ll help you whenever you need me to. Now tel me,” You begin, gently putting your hands into his hair and messing with his little ears and giving them gentle squeezes.

König instinctively leans into this, moaning softly when you start to scratch behind them. “Do you want me to help you through your mating season?” you ask firmly. He nods furiously, whimpering softly. “Take off all your clothes then. I promise I’ll take you as you are, but don’t be afraid to lose control—I understand and I trust you to not hurt me too badly,” you say, climbing off him to let him take off his clothes. Sitting back up on his knees, König snarls as he straight up just rips every piece of fabric on him off. You see little scars all over his body, presumably from him digging his claws into himself to keep his self-control. “You know, you could’ve told me you were a werewolf a long time ago—I would’ve been more than happy to help you out the way I am now,” you say.

König’s eyes then dart to yours and you could see that he’s already begun to break free from the chains of his self-resistance and self-control. His pupils are dilated, shoulders heaving up and down as he stares at you and breathes heavily. “Are you…really sure that…y-you’ll be okay with this? Because once I start…” he says in that same raspy voice, snarling softly, “I won’t be able to stop until I’m satisfied.” You feel your entire body fluster at this display he’s giving you. He looks so much hotter in this form, and you can’t help but wonder what it was like to fuck him this way. “I-I’m okay with this, promise…I want to help you however you need…” you say softly.

König nods and then begins to rip your clothes off, letting the shreds fall completely to the floor. “H-Hey!” you can’t help but exclaim, only to yelp slightly when he lifts you up and lays you down on your bed faster than you can even register. “I’ll buy you new clothes, now hush.” König says. He climbs over you as you lay there in your bed, and you can feel him slightly slap himself against your clit. Your eyes go even wider than before and you bite your lip. “You feel wet enough already…surely I won’t need to worry about teasing you,” he also sniffs the air, snarling softly. “Smell it too…I just want to get this all over and done with…” König groans.

And just as he says this, he lifts your legs up to your chest to put you into a mating press position. “K-König, wait!” you protest to no avail. There was no getting through to him now once he slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you whimper and moan from the stretch. König takes no time to start, gripping the backs of your knees so tightly his claws dig into you and he starts to thrust himself in and out of you. He’s much more forceful than he was every other time, driven by his primal instincts to breed you during his mating season. You can’t help but squeeze his cock tightly, as his tip practically kisses your cervix. It’s a bit painful, but you can’t help moaning over and over from how good the pain feels.

König’s larger stature still manages to tower over you even when he’s got you like this, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow. The man’s lost himself to the pleasure of you clenching tightly around him, the pleasure of getting to finally mate somebody. “Fuck, Maus…you were practically made for me…I’m going to fucking mate you and make you mine~” König growls, opening his eyes slightly as he then lets a groan rip from his throat. You can’t say anything at all, accepting your fate as his forevermore as he pounds into you. “Y-Yours…I’m all yours…~” you manage to say through your helpless, wanton moans. “That you are, Maus.” König growls.

“Du gehörst mir...du bist mein Kumpel... und ich werde dafür sorgen, dass die ganze Welt es weiß…” he whispers. Suddenly, König pulls out of you before flipping you onto your stomach, raising your hips so your ass is in the air. “This is much more fitting…” König snarls as he pushes back into you. Your hands grip the bed sheets tightly, moaning even louder as his unrelenting thrusts resume again. One of his clawed hands has moved down between your legs, rubbing at your sensitive clit to make you squeeze him tighter from the sensation. “König!~ T-Too much!~” you whimper loudly, turning your head slightly to look at him.

König says nothing, giving you a sharp-toothed grin and a cocky laugh as he continues. “This is nothing yet…you’ll be begging and crying for me to stop the further I go. Like I said,” he leans down to whisper in your ear as his fingers rub deeper and harsher circles against your clit, “I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. Pass out, become completely incoherent—I’m not stopping any time soon.” he snarls. Your hips jolt slightly, as the sensation of him rubbing circles against your clit and his forceful thrusting becomes all too much. Your eyes start to slightly roll back, drool dripping onto the mattress as your jaw hangs open to moan loudly. König’s pushing you further and further towards the edge.

Feeling proud of himself, he then pulls back slightly and sinks his sharp canines into the nape of your neck right as he pushes back into you and finally finishes off inside of you. All of this has become far too overwhelming and you can’t help but finally have the most intense climax of your life; and many more were to follow after this. Your entire body’s quivering as he keeps you in place like this, hearing him growling from the satisfaction of being able to do this. König continues to thrust harder, until you feel something else press into you. Completely sheathed inside you, his knot keeps him in place as he finally reaches his own climax.

A loud snarl followed by a howl resounds in the room, his hips still slightly grinding into you until he stops. You remain there on the bed, whimpering pathetically as the stars in your vision slowly dissipate. “Fuck…oh my god…wh-what is that..?” you ask softly, trying to wiggle yourself away onto to find yourself stuck in place. König leans back down and licks the blood seeping from his bite away, as if tenderly comforting you after. “Maus…I just knotted you…you’re mine forever now that I’ve left my mark on you…” he says softly, continuing to lick at your blood. “O-Oh…how long does it last…?” you ask again, curious as to how his werewolf anatomy works.

“Hm…I’m not too sure…I haven’t knotted anyone before…” König whispers. He then presses soft kisses into the sides of your neck, moving his hands from your hips and cunt to gently roam around you. “Guess we’ll just have to wait…” he whispers once more. “Fuck…and it’s just going to be this all night, isn’t it…?” you ask. König chuckles softly, sighing happily as he gives you a nod. His ears are flat against the top of his head, tail slightly wagging. “S-Sorry, but yes…” he apologizes. You just huff through your nose before laughing softly, “It’s okay…wow…so this is what it’s like to get fucked by a werewolf…” you say softly. König nods once more and continues to tell you sweet things in German, praising you and thanking you for doing this with him.

Oh yeah…it was definitely going to be a long night.

[sinsmockingbird]

WEREWOLF!RAHU | Event

PAIRING: Rahu x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, Werewolf!Rahu, Human!Reader, Monster Fucking, Heat/Rut, Rough Sex, Size Difference, Knotting, Marking, Brief Masturbation, Slight descriptions of blood

AUTHORS NOTE: Already on the second part! This was actually the first one I originally finished, and I enjoyed every single second of writing this.

YOU ANXIOUSLY tapped your fingers against your steering wheel as you drove down the deserted dirt road. Your heart was beating quickly in your chest as your eyes scanned the dark, dense forest that surrounded you. You were looking for your families old cabin, a place that you had become all too familiar with these past few months.

You used to come here all the time with your family when you were younger, but at some point you just stopped. It wasn't until a few months ago that you came back there by yourself, and it wasn't exactly for any nostalgia purposes.

Once the cabin was in sight, you drove your car to park in front of it, the headlights illuminating only a few feet in front of you. With anxious, quick movements you turned your car off and grabbed your bag, quickly stumbling out of your car and slamming the door behind you.

Quickly shouldering your bag and grabbing the keys to the cabin from your pocket, you moved up to the front door. Your hands slightly shook as you stumbled to unlock it, cursing yourself under your breath at your first few failed attempts. Eventually you unlocked it and you were quick to throw the door open and rush inside.

You dropped your bag besides your feet, heart hammering in your chest as you turned the lights on inside. Your eyes frantically scanned the place as you shut the door, your voice ringing through out as you called out to someone. You didn't get a response.

With a frown, you began walking through out the cabin until you made it to the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and you nudged it open before walking inside. You placed your hand on the wall, feeling it as you searched for the light, opening your mouth to call out softly into the dark.

"Ra- aaaAahhh!" You let out a startled scream as something collided against your back, tackling you to the ground. Falling onto the wooden floor with a thud, you groaned in pain before lifting your head up to see your attacker.

"Rahu!" You immediately yelled in slight anger as you met the familiar, icy silver eyes of the woman you've grown to love. "Don't do that! You scared me half to death!"

Rahu immediately whimpered softly in apology as you scolded her, her dark furry ears pulling back and flattening against her head. You took notice in that moment that she wasn't in her human form, but rather she was in her full werewolf form.

"Fuck, it's worse than I realized." You thought as you lifted a hand up to run through the dark pelt of fur on her head, scratching behind her ears and immediately making her lean into the touch. Your eyes softened at the sight as her eyes fluttered shut and she whined softly at it. "I'm sorry I'm late, baby, I didn't realize it was this bad."

As the words left your mouth, Rahu's eyes snapped open and she quickly moved to nuzzle her snout into your neck, huffing as she inhaled your scent before letting out a gruff, "It's fine."

"But it's not," You started, moving your hands to cradle the back of her head, your hands scratching through her fur, feeling her body shuddering above you as she moved to press her body against yours. "How bad is it hurting?"

Rahu let out a pained whine at your question, nuzzling her snout further into your neck, and the action and sound already gave you the answer before she spoke with a whimper, "Bad."

You winced and mentally scolded yourself as you felt her hips suddenly buck against you, and you finally felt the feel of her hard cock pressing into your thigh. When you had looked at the calendar and seen that it was already a day into Rahu's heat, you had dropped everything you were doing, grabbed your bag and sped all the way to your family's old cabin without a second thought.

You knew how painful the first day of a werewolf's heat is, and it was absolutely agonizing for a wolf with a mate to suffer through it until they had them. You learned this with experience with Rahu, and you always made sure to be there a day or two with her before her heat, but this week you had been so swamped with work that her heat had slipped your mind. You were feeling so guilty that such an important thing could so easily be forgotten by you.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm here now, I promise I'm gonna help you." You reassured, pressing a kiss against the side of her furry head, while pressing your hips against her, rubbing your thigh against her cock and making her large body jolt with pleasure and need.

You lightly pushed a hand against one of Rahu's broad shoulders, silently requesting for her to get off you. With a reluctant whine, she did, slowly peeling herself off you and backing away, allowing you to push yourself up and off the ground.

You looked and caught sight of Rahu's cock, and it was already out of it's sheath and hard. It was throbbing and twitching, the head leaking precum heavily. You cursed yourself silently again, before quickly stripping out of your clothes, and you could feel her intense gaze on you the whole time.

Rahu watched, pupils blown as you quickly took off every layer of clothing. She couldn't stop herself from whining as her cock throbbed with desperate need. She reached one of her large paws down and began jerking her cock into it, just to try and relieve some of the pain in it.

Her whimpering caught your attention, and you were just slipping your underwear down your legs when you looked up. You felt your face flush at the sight of the giant werewolf jerking herself off in front of you. You bit your lip, feeling slick beginning to stain your thighs.

"Come here, baby, let me help you-" You gasped, getting cut off as Rahu rushed towards you, and in a second she had you on the bed on all fours, whining and whimpering as she humped you from behind, while her paws began to grab mindlessly at every part of your body. "Rahu, wai-"

"Need. Need you, now!" Rahu growled, her hot breath on your back making you shiver as she buries her snout into your hair, inhaling your scent once more before snarling.

You didn't fight against Rahu, knowing in this state she's clouded by lust and can't exactly think clearly. In this state the only thing on her mind is burying her cock into you and fucking you wild. So you pressed yourself back against her while supporting yourself on your hands, to try and hold yourself up (though you knew they'd give out on you in a bit).

"Okay, okay, baby- Calm down, calm down, I'm gonna help." You tried to reassure, while reaching a hand down and wrapping it around Rahu's cock, and she whined and began bucking her hips into it.

You laughed softly at her desperation, making sure to tighten your hold on it as you moved to align it with your pussy. You were already pretty slick for her cock, so you didn't want to stall any longer. Plus, you hated seeing Rahu in such a pained state.

"Gentle, gentle-" You sucked in a breath as Rahu's cock began to slip inside you. Luckily, she wasn't completely drowned in need yet, so she did as you asked and gently pushed every inch of her cock into you until everything was inside without knotting you, yet.

"F-Fuck-!" Rahu whined, her large, furry arms wrapping themselves tightly around your abdomen, while moving to nip at your shoulder as she felt your warm walls clutch deliciously around her.

"S-So big baby," You moaned, your head falling forward and eyes closing as you felt her spreading you open so perfectly. You forgot how perfectly she fit inside you and how perfectly she spread you open.

Rahu held herself back from immediately fucking you, wanting permission to move first. "C-Can I?"

You nodded your head, smiling at the fact she was still acting so obedient for you even though she's in complete need. "Yes, please baby."

Rahu huffed, her tail wagging behind her as she began to pull out before thrusting back in, each thrust getting more and more intense and in rhythm. You cried out in pleasure, arms shaking and body jolting with her thrusts, each one leaving your mind hazy.

You felt her arms tighten around your abdomen, her claws lightly scratching at your skin as she began to force your body back to meet each of her thrusts. She let out whines and growls, her snout right by your ear as she snarled into it, her desperation for you clear.

With each powerful thrust Rahu gave you, her hips slapping against yours, it left your body numb with pleasure. You began to shake, trembling all over your body as your dear girlfriend began losing herself to her desperation. You didn't mind, voicing in a shaky voice for her to claim and use you as she needed, to just let herself go. And as Rahu began to move her paws over your body, her claws scratching at your skin and drawing droplets of blood, you knew she was lost.

Your arms finally gave out when she thrusted harshly into you, forcing a bit of her knot into you. Your head fell to the pillows under you, your tears quickly staining the fabric as you pleaded for Rahu to give you more. You wanted more, you wanted everything she could give you, and she was going to give it to you.

Her knot finally began to stretch you as full as you could take, and you cried out in desperation. Rahu snapped above you, and pressed her knot further in until it slipped in with a pop. As soon as it was in she moved two more times inside you, before burying everything inside and letting go.

Rahu wrapped her jaws around your shoulder and bit down until your blood touched her tongue. You cried at the feeling but didn't fight, knowing it was her way of claiming you as her's as she began to shoot her hot release into your clenching heat, sparking you to cum around her as well. You clenched hard, trying to milk her dry of every drop of her seed as you spasmed around her cock.

After finishing, you collapsed fully against the bed, mouth agape and eyes slightly rolled back as you recovered from the fucking, exhaustion seeping into every ounce of your bones. With her heat slightly subsided and more bearable, Rahu slowly came back to her senses. Staying knotted inside you, she began to nudge her nose against your face, trying to make sure you were okay.

You laughed softly as her nose nudged against you, and with a shaky hand, you patted her snout reassuringly, mumbling a soft, "I'm okay."

With confirmation of you being alright, Rahu huffed, licking your face affectionately. You smiled, scrunching your face up as her tongue licked at your cheek, but you didn't pull away (not that you could). She then pulled her face away, looking at the bite mark left on your shoulder, and she quickly began to ease her tongue over the wound, licking up blood and trying to soothe the pain.

Making sure you weren't bleeding anymore and feeling her knot swell down, Rahu began to pull away from you, and slowly slid her cock out of you. You whined as her cock slipped out, frowning at not being full anymore, but she quickly made it up to.

Rahu curled herself up into you after moving you to lay on your side and allow you to bury your face into her warm fur. She interlaced her legs through yours and wrapped her arms atound you to try and shield you, while her tail wagged before moving to drape over your thigh.

"Get some sleep." Rahu mumbled while still licking tentatively at your shoulder as you relaxed into her arms.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep from exhaustion in her arms. Rahu kept you completely pressed into her bigger frame, holding you close and inhaling your scent. For now just having you here in her arms was enough to push her heat down to tolerable. When you woke up again you two could continue where you left off.

ENDING NOTES: I want to be fucked and knotted by Rahu. That's the only thought that was going through my head when writing this.