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

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

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

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

kinktober week 1.3 - semi-public sex

nerdy whore - j.ww (semi-public, degradation, subwonu, slight cum eating)

The library was always the perfect place for Wonwoo. Quiet, secluded, and filled with rows and rows of books, it was his sanctuary. He could escape into his own world, whether that was through textbooks or something a little more risqué when he was sure no one else was around. There was something comforting about being surrounded by knowledge while indulging in his secret pleasures.

Lately, though, Wonwoo’s reading habits had shifted. Sure, he still buried himself in textbooks and academic journals, but he’d developed a habit of sneaking off to the furthest corner of the library to read smut novels. Not just any kind of smut, though—he was particularly fond of the ones where the man was the submissive partner, being used and degraded by someone else. The idea made his heart race in a way that nothing else did. He was hooked on the humiliation, the power dynamic.

But today was different.

Today, Wonwoo wasn’t in the library to read.

Instead, he found himself pressed up against the far back wall, hidden behind towering shelves, with his legs splayed out in front of him. The rough carpet of the library floor scratched his skin through his clothes, but he hardly noticed. He was far too focused on you—straddling his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders as you rocked your hips against him. His cock was buried deep inside you, and you moved with a steady, relentless rhythm that had him biting his lip to keep from making any noise.

The library was technically empty, but there was always the risk that someone could wander in at any moment. That only heightened the tension for him, made the sensation of you using his body even more intense.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Wonwoo?” you whispered, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you teased him, your voice dripping with condescension. “Sitting here like the little slut you are, letting me ride your cock like it’s all you’re good for.”

Wonwoo’s face flushed a deep red at your words, his hands gripping your thighs as you bounced on top of him. He loved the way you talked to him like this, the way you made him feel small and submissive. His heart was pounding in his chest, not just from the pleasure but from the fear that someone might walk in at any second and catch him being used like this.

His breath came out in ragged gasps, and he tried to hold back the whimpers that threatened to spill from his lips. He knew the library was usually empty during this hour of the day, but the thought of someone catching him in this humiliating position made his cock throb even harder inside you.

You laughed softly, noticing how desperate he was becoming. “You like that, don’t you? You like being my little slut, don’t you, Wonwoo?”

He nodded weakly, biting his lip as his eyes fluttered closed. The degrading words you whispered in his ear sent shivers down his spine, making his body feel like it was on fire.

“I asked you a question,” you said more sharply, your hand coming up to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” Wonwoo stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind was foggy with pleasure, but he still managed to choke out the words you wanted to hear. “I love it.”

You smirked down at him, your hips grinding down harder against him, making him groan. “That’s what I thought,” you purred, running your fingers through his hair before yanking his head back slightly. “Such a pathetic little nerd, getting off to me treating you like trash. I bet you’d love it if someone walked in right now, wouldn’t you? You’d love for them to see you being used like the little slut you are.”

Wonwoo’s entire body tensed at the thought, his cock twitching inside you. He shook his head, trying to deny it, but the way his body responded told a different story.

“Oh, don’t lie,” you taunted, grinding down on him harder, the slickness between your thighs making every movement more sinful, more obscene. “You’d love it if someone saw you like this, wouldn’t you? All fucked out and helpless, taking whatever I give you.”

“N-no,” he gasped, though his voice trembled with uncertainty, as if even he didn’t believe what he was saying.

You laughed darkly, leaning in closer to whisper against his ear. “Liar.”

The word sent a shiver down his spine, an d before he could respond, you lifted your hips slightly, pulling almost completely off his cock before slamming back down on him, making his head fall back against the wall with a soft thud. His eyes squeezed shut, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to spill out.

“Look at you,” you continued, your voice low and dripping with contempt. “Such a mess already, and we’ve only just started. You’re such a good little toy for me, Wonwoo. Always so obedient, always so desperate.”

His chest heaved with every breath, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely think straight. You had him completely at your mercy, and he loved every second of it.

“I-I’m trying,” he whispered, his voice shaking with both pleasure and fear. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he tried to focus on the sensation of you riding him, the overwhelming pleasure building inside him with each movement.

“You’re pathetic,” you spat, your voice sharp and cutting. “Can’t even fuck me properly, can you? You’re just sitting here, letting me do all the work while you sit there like a dumb little nerd. Is this what you dream about when you’re reading all those filthy novels in the back of the library? Being used like this?”

Wonwoo’s eyes shot open at your words, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. You knew about that? His secret indulgence, the smutty novels he read when no one was around, the ones that always ended with the man on the bottom, being degraded and used like a — you knew?

“Y-you… how did you know?” he stammered, his voice breathless as he stared up at you in shock.

You smirked, tightening your grip on his shoulders as you leaned down to whisper in his ear again. “I’ve seen you, Wonwoo. I’ve seen you hiding in the back with your face buried in those dirty books. You’re so obvious. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

His mind was spinning, the humiliation of being caught mixing with the intense pleasure of your body moving against his. His cock twitched inside you, betraying just how much your words were turning him on.

“You’re such a little pervert,” you continued, your tone mocking as you ground down harder on him, making him whimper. “Reading all those dirty books, getting off to the thought of someone using you like this. Well, now you get to live out your fantasy, isn’t that right?”

Wonwoo could only nod, his head spinning with pleasure and shame. His hands gripped your hips harder as he tried to focus on holding back the orgasm that was quickly building inside him. He didn’t want this to end yet—not when you were using him like this, treating him like he was nothing more than a toy for your pleasure.

“Such a good little slut,” you praised, your voice dripping with mock affection as you continued to ride him. “You love it, don’t you? Being used like this, treated like trash. You’re my good little slut, aren’t you, Wonwoo?”

“Y-yes,” he gasped, his voice barely audible as he struggled to keep his composure. “I’m your slut. Please…”

“Please what?” you asked, a wicked grin spreading across your face as you stared down at him. “What do you want, Wonwoo? Do you want to cum?”

He nodded desperately, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Please… please let me cum.”

But you only smirked, leaning down to brush your lips against his ear again. “Not yet,” you whispered, your voice dark and teasing. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

A whimper escaped his lips as he bucked his hips up toward you, desperate for more stimulation. His entire body was trembling with the effort of holding back, his cock twitching helplessly inside you.

“Please…” he begged, his voice breaking as he stared up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “I can’t hold it…”

“You’ll hold it,” you commanded, your voice firm as you continued to ride him. “You don’t get to cum yet, Wonwoo. You’re going to wait until I tell you to. Understand?”

He nodded weakly, his entire body tense with the effort of holding back his release. His hands gripped your hips so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

The fear of being caught still hung in the air, amplifying the intensity of every movement, every word. His heart pounded in his chest as he fought to hold back, his entire body trembling with the effort.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you leaned down to press a soft kiss against his lips, your voice soft and teasing as you whispered, “Now.”

The moment the word left your lips, Wonwoo’s entire body tensed, his cock twitching violently inside you as he came with a loud, desperate moan. His release was immediate, hot and thick, spilling inside you as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

You rode him through it, milking every last drop from him as he collapsed back ln the wall, his eyes shut as he tried to catch your dress. You lifted yourself off him, two fingers collecting Wonwoo's cum beneath yourself. "Open," you ordered, and watched Wonwoo follow without questioning, taking your fingers in his mouth and tasting his own cum. You pushed your fingers to the back of his throat, watching where his gag reflex stops you.

"Good boy," you giggle as you get up, using Wonwoo's handkerchief to wipe between your legs, before pulling back on your panties and adjusting down your skirt. "I'll meet you here again tomorrow, nerd."

Heavy Duty - wolf hybrid!csc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he didn’t stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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