littlefireball

[littlefireball]

ᴍɢ|[ᴍ]|ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ

Big! Alpha Mingi x Omega Virgin Reader *Smut Warning* Word Count: 1145 Summary: Mingi needs an omega to breed and here you are.  Drabble Masterlist

For an alpha, the next best thing after occupying territory is reproduction. Ensuring the inheritance of one's own bloodline is the foundation of a strong tribe. As the leader, Mingi has never been able to find a suitable mate; he is too big, in every aspect. Compared with him, the omegas in the pack are too tiny, maybe too small enough he would break them as soon as mating started.

Until he met you. 

You were a prisoner of war but he could tell you were different. You showed no fear towards him, at least not in the way he expected. The potent aroma of wood, combined with the scents of gun oil and whiskey, didn't not cause you to flinch; instead, you leaned in to inhale his scent.

Heat, that for sure, both of you were in rut. You felt a strong attraction towards one another, and there were no emotional obstacles in your way─the anger over the destruction of your clan paled in comparison to your instincts and those of a dominant alpha. 

Mingi's instincts were also flaring, telling him two things: you were a healthy breeder, and you were in need of being pinned down. His eyes ran over your form, your curve, making him wonder for a moment exactly how many rounds you could take without needing a little, or a long rest. 

Of course, he would find it out. 

"You'd love my dick, don't you? So big for you…little bunny" Mingi positioned himself behind you, leveling his dripping dick with your pussy. His girthy cock just fit perfectly between your tight asses. You could feel every vein scraping every inch of your skin as he rocked his hips. 

"Yes..I love it…" You found yourself answering him without thinking. All was overwhelmed and you could only follow your omega instincts. 

"I'm going to fill you with my pups, you get it?" He kept his hands on the top of your butt, spreading it each time he thrust with rhythm to give more space to his throbbing cock. Translucent white liquid oozed from the swollen tip, flowing down along the curve and soaking your buttcrack. The sticky feeling made him let out a low roar— oh, it must be good to fill you up with his seeds, his pups. And you'll be the omega who's heavy with his cums, the mother of his kids. 

"Pretty…pretty…pretty…my…my…my…"

Slightly rapid breathing mixed with sweet, broken whispers that barely reached your ears, your brain spinning from the overwhelming lust and overstimulation. What you could do was ass in the air, lay on the wet mattress that soaked with both of your sweat and cums that evidence of previous multiple orgasms and let him do all the things he wants. 

He guided his long, thick dick to your clit, which was red and swollen from the rough eating out and fingering. Lining up against your entrance, he dragged his tip up and down from your pussy to the leaking clit before starting to split you in half. 

God — he is big, too big for your tiny frame. But he will make it fit —no—he must. You've never been stretched like this – different from his fingers and tongue – it's thicker, longer and harder. You couldn't think straight, your heat driving your instincts into overdrive. All you knew was you wanted to submit to him, let him breed you. 

He slammed his hips into you, giving your cunt a number of harsh slap while his fat knot met your pussy with a loud patting sound. The excitement from the tightness and the warmth of your ruined cunt caused him to let out a low groan. The white seed oozed out as his tip met your spongy walls harshly, purposely. 

The pain was sharp, but in a perfect way. Shattered moans and soft whimpers escaped your tongue, his every push driving the oxygen out of your lungs. He didn't pause, didn't relent, not for a goddamn second.

A thin strand of sperm trickled down to the knot, swaying with his thrust, the seeds cascading down your legs, as if he were claiming you in every conceivable manner.

"I'm going to fill you up, make you round and heavy with our puppies. They'll be strong and healthy, like their father. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes…" You managed to say, shivering at his possessive tone and the promise of being bred full. "Please..I want that." You could almost picture it, could almost feel the weight of the pup inside you, and it made your heart ache with a primal need. "Fill me up." 

"Mate." He let out a low growl, repeating it over and over, as if it was the only thing he knew. "Mine, Mine, Mine." 

His fingers suddenly moved up, grasping your waist tightly as he leaned down to press his cock deeper. He tugged your body back to meet his hips slap, his tip gave a harsh crush to the entrance of your reproductive cavity. A high note gasp tore from your chest as your fist curled around the material of the mattress, clinging to it like a lifeline. 

"Let me in, dear." That was not a beg, a plea but a command. Both of his hands grabbed the headboard as a support, his knuckles turning white as he shoved his tip deeper and deeper. Every snap of his dick made the cheap bunk creak. The base of the knot attempted to squeeze in your vaginal, humping your fold around his ball. 

A tingling sensation coursed through your limbs like a jolt of electricity as the climax drew near. There was a need for release, a need to push forward. He knew you; the way your entrance would slightly part each time he arrived there made his alpha instincts roar.

A low groan came out from his body as he quickened his pace, tapping the same spot with the same force and speed. "Fuck…yes…!!" The orgasm brought both of you to heaven. He slammed one—two— times to finally shove his knot to fit in your velvet vaginal. 

The sperm surged forth in a stream, enveloping you completely and saturating every nook and cranny. He continued to move, fully sinking down his cock within your cunt  until he hit the most profound depth, then pulled back just a bit before plunging in once more.

"You feel my knot, hm? So big and good, right?" His hand climbed on your neck, tightening around it firmly but not painful. His murmurs were akin to venom, his pure, unbridled need compelling you to yield to him, permitting him to mark you with his wood, whiskey and gun oil scent.

"Yes…alpha…" "My good girl…" He brought you into a lazy yet full of possessive kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to deepen the kiss. Now, you are his forever omega. 

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

Johnny getting you one of those dildos with a tube attached to it can squirt fake cum, right?

And he insists on helping you with it the first time. Stretching you out until ur desperate and whining for him to fucking hurry up. Ofc he does, stuffing you full of the silicone and setting a brutal pace. Johnny grins down at you, whispering in your ear "shhh, quiet down pet, wouldnt want the others to here, aye?"

You give a particularly pathetic whimper and he just chuckles. "Ah, silly me. Forgot you were a fucking whore. You'd love for them to see you then, yeah?" He grinds the dildo deeper inside of you, only to pull back out until just the tip catches "do you think about them seeing you like this? Our little soldier all fucked out and stupid? Cmon say you do."

Johnny leaves the dildo there, refusing to move it until your mind finally catches up. Voice watery, you whisper "...yes. I wanna- ah- I want them to see how desperate I am. Want them to look at me and fuck me and-"

Your words are cut off with a loud moan as the entire dildo is stuffed inside you. Johnnys hand leaves your waist and squeezes the syringe of white substance, filling you. He doesnt stop there, maneuvering between ur legs so his knee keeps the dildo in place. With both hands free, soap switches out the syringe for another full one and empties that into you too. Youre gasping as the warm liquid fills you up, feeling a bit bloated.

Your eyes widen when soap grabs a third syringe. He sees your trepidation and smiles "cmon, you can take it, yeah? Just a little bit, ill only do a few ounces, okay?" At your small nod, johnny makes quick work of switching the syringe. He looks you dead in the eye and pushes the plunger all the way down. You gasp, writhe as you're stuffed impossibly full. Johnny just coos at you, hand coming down to rub over your bloated stomach.

"Knew you could take it baby," he praises, "the guys will be so happy. After all, that was their cum you took so well."

[littlefireball]

ᴡʏ|[ꜰ]|ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ

Wooyoung x 9th member reader  Word count: 785 Summary: Are you afraid of bungee jumping alone? It doesn't matter, Wooyoung will jump with you Part 2 of Lock Screen Password  Drabble Masterlist / 9th member AU

"Hey, eomeoni*" Wooyoung waved at the camera as soon as your mom answered the call.

"Aye yo, is that Wooyoung?" Your mom laughed, clearly delighted to see him. "Hey, husband, check out who's calling us."

A man popped up on the screen; it was your dad. "Oh? Is this the one our y/n likes?"

The unexpected confession took everyone by surprise, and some couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ah…yeah. Haha, uncle, you're spot on. Y/n loves all of us." Wooyoung replied, his face flushed with embarrassment. "By the way, Y/n is about to bungee jump. She's there right now."

Wooyoung turned the phone to show you. You could still make out your parents' faces, even from a distance. Waving at them, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off…especially with the smug expressions on the members' faces…Oh man. What did your parents say?!

"Come to visit us more often, Wooyoung ar." "Sure, I would come more often." The call wrapped up after the members bid farewell to your parents. Now, you were unsure if it was the embarrassment or the nerves from bungee jumping that made your heart race so quickly. All you knew was that your parents must have said something cringeworthy, as even the production crew had smug grins on their faces.

"Y/N. If you can't jump, you can find one member to jump with you." One of the PDs suddenly said. 

"Eh?" You were taken aback by her unexpected suggestion and couldn't help but wonder what they had in mind. But when you considered it, holding Wooyoung and jumping down didn't sound too bad, right?

The members below also knew this idea from other staff members.

"Eh?" Seonghwa exclaimed, a frown crossing his face before he quickly adopted a knowing expression. "Yah right. Our baby y/n needs someone to help out."

"Hey, Wooyoung. You should head up there." San grinned.

"Huh? Why me?" Wooyoung protested (it was fake though). 

"You should." Jongho added his voice to the mix.

"Alright. Wooyoung, I'm sending you to keep y/n company." Hongjoong declared, leaving no room for debate.

Wooyoung feigned reluctance as he stepped into the elevator, muttering under his breath, but really he was just anxious—imagining wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, feeling your warmth and heartbeat, inhaling your sweet scent... how could he resist?

The elevator chimed as it opened. You turned to see Wooyoung, who was very nervous approaching you slowly and unnaturally. (you could see him had two left feet) 

"You... you're here?" You tried to sound casual, but your slightly shaky voice and your racing heart gave you away.

"Uh. I'm here to keep you company." You watched him gear up, then he moved closer until his breath brushed against your face. "You want me, don't you?"

"Wh–what..are you talking about?" 

Your face burned with embarrassment as Wooyoung suddenly pulled you close. you froze up, but after a moment, you relaxed into his embrace as he chuckled and tightened his hold. 

"Just telling the truth." He murmured. "Ready to jump?" 

"Ye…yes." 

"3..2..!" The staff counted down loudly, and you could feel each other's heartbeats. But Wooyoung decided to have a little fun at the last moment. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, "You enjoy it when I hold you like this, don't you?"

"Huh?" Before you could respond, Wooyoung pulled you to jump as the staff reached "1".

You screamed and clung tightly to Wooyoung as gravity took over. The thrill of the freefall was intense, yet you felt oddly secure with his arms around you. He inadvertently pressed your head against his chest, shielding you protectively.

You had no idea how you ended up back on the ground; all you remember was him holding you close and asking over and over, "Our y/n is scared?" One hand was on your scared face while the other was playfully messing with your hair. Even though he was smiling, you could still see the concern behind it.

"I...I…am fine…" 

"Are you sure?" 

Without any warning, he suddenly leaned in. You were stunned into shocked silence as Wooyoung unexpectedly planted a kiss on your forehead, your thoughts a swirl of confusion and…anticipation? 

Before you could process anything, he was already pulling back, that teasing smile back on his lips. "Still scared?" 

His playful tone, combined with the lingering warmth of his touch, made your cheeks flush. "Shut up…" 

"Looks like someone had a fun side." San and others came to you both, all of them wearing knowing smiles and exchanging glances. 

"Absolutely." Hongjoong smirked. 

Okay. Looks like you have a lot to explain tonight. 

*어머니=mom

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ᴍɢ|[ᴍ]|ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ

Big! Alpha Mingi x Omega Virgin Reader *Smut Warning* Word Count: 1145 Summary: Mingi needs an omega to breed and here you are.  Drabble Masterlist

For an alpha, the next best thing after occupying territory is reproduction. Ensuring the inheritance of one's own bloodline is the foundation of a strong tribe. As the leader, Mingi has never been able to find a suitable mate; he is too big, in every aspect. Compared with him, the omegas in the pack are too tiny, maybe too small enough he would break them as soon as mating started.

Until he met you. 

You were a prisoner of war but he could tell you were different. You showed no fear towards him, at least not in the way he expected. The potent aroma of wood, combined with the scents of gun oil and whiskey, didn't not cause you to flinch; instead, you leaned in to inhale his scent.

Heat, that for sure, both of you were in rut. You felt a strong attraction towards one another, and there were no emotional obstacles in your way─the anger over the destruction of your clan paled in comparison to your instincts and those of a dominant alpha. 

Mingi's instincts were also flaring, telling him two things: you were a healthy breeder, and you were in need of being pinned down. His eyes ran over your form, your curve, making him wonder for a moment exactly how many rounds you could take without needing a little, or a long rest. 

Of course, he would find it out. 

"You'd love my dick, don't you? So big for you…little bunny" Mingi positioned himself behind you, leveling his dripping dick with your pussy. His girthy cock just fit perfectly between your tight asses. You could feel every vein scraping every inch of your skin as he rocked his hips. 

"Yes..I love it…" You found yourself answering him without thinking. All was overwhelmed and you could only follow your omega instincts. 

"I'm going to fill you with my pups, you get it?" He kept his hands on the top of your butt, spreading it each time he thrust with rhythm to give more space to his throbbing cock. Translucent white liquid oozed from the swollen tip, flowing down along the curve and soaking your buttcrack. The sticky feeling made him let out a low roar— oh, it must be good to fill you up with his seeds, his pups. And you'll be the omega who's heavy with his cums, the mother of his kids. 

"Pretty…pretty…pretty…my…my…my…"

Slightly rapid breathing mixed with sweet, broken whispers that barely reached your ears, your brain spinning from the overwhelming lust and overstimulation. What you could do was ass in the air, lay on the wet mattress that soaked with both of your sweat and cums that evidence of previous multiple orgasms and let him do all the things he wants. 

He guided his long, thick dick to your clit, which was red and swollen from the rough eating out and fingering. Lining up against your entrance, he dragged his tip up and down from your pussy to the leaking clit before starting to split you in half. 

God — he is big, too big for your tiny frame. But he will make it fit —no—he must. You've never been stretched like this – different from his fingers and tongue – it's thicker, longer and harder. You couldn't think straight, your heat driving your instincts into overdrive. All you knew was you wanted to submit to him, let him breed you. 

He slammed his hips into you, giving your cunt a number of harsh slap while his fat knot met your pussy with a loud patting sound. The excitement from the tightness and the warmth of your ruined cunt caused him to let out a low groan. The white seed oozed out as his tip met your spongy walls harshly, purposely. 

The pain was sharp, but in a perfect way. Shattered moans and soft whimpers escaped your tongue, his every push driving the oxygen out of your lungs. He didn't pause, didn't relent, not for a goddamn second.

A thin strand of sperm trickled down to the knot, swaying with his thrust, the seeds cascading down your legs, as if he were claiming you in every conceivable manner.

"I'm going to fill you up, make you round and heavy with our puppies. They'll be strong and healthy, like their father. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes…" You managed to say, shivering at his possessive tone and the promise of being bred full. "Please..I want that." You could almost picture it, could almost feel the weight of the pup inside you, and it made your heart ache with a primal need. "Fill me up." 

"Mate." He let out a low growl, repeating it over and over, as if it was the only thing he knew. "Mine, Mine, Mine." 

His fingers suddenly moved up, grasping your waist tightly as he leaned down to press his cock deeper. He tugged your body back to meet his hips slap, his tip gave a harsh crush to the entrance of your reproductive cavity. A high note gasp tore from your chest as your fist curled around the material of the mattress, clinging to it like a lifeline. 

"Let me in, dear." That was not a beg, a plea but a command. Both of his hands grabbed the headboard as a support, his knuckles turning white as he shoved his tip deeper and deeper. Every snap of his dick made the cheap bunk creak. The base of the knot attempted to squeeze in your vaginal, humping your fold around his ball. 

A tingling sensation coursed through your limbs like a jolt of electricity as the climax drew near. There was a need for release, a need to push forward. He knew you; the way your entrance would slightly part each time he arrived there made his alpha instincts roar.

A low groan came out from his body as he quickened his pace, tapping the same spot with the same force and speed. "Fuck…yes…!!" The orgasm brought both of you to heaven. He slammed one—two— times to finally shove his knot to fit in your velvet vaginal. 

The sperm surged forth in a stream, enveloping you completely and saturating every nook and cranny. He continued to move, fully sinking down his cock within your cunt  until he hit the most profound depth, then pulled back just a bit before plunging in once more.

"You feel my knot, hm? So big and good, right?" His hand climbed on your neck, tightening around it firmly but not painful. His murmurs were akin to venom, his pure, unbridled need compelling you to yield to him, permitting him to mark you with his wood, whiskey and gun oil scent.

"Yes…alpha…" "My good girl…" He brought you into a lazy yet full of possessive kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to deepen the kiss. Now, you are his forever omega. 

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ᴍɢ|[ᴍ]|ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ

Big! Alpha Mingi x Omega Virgin Reader *Smut Warning* Word Count: 1145 Summary: Mingi needs an omega to breed and here you are.  Drabble Masterlist

For an alpha, the next best thing after occupying territory is reproduction. Ensuring the inheritance of one's own bloodline is the foundation of a strong tribe. As the leader, Mingi has never been able to find a suitable mate; he is too big, in every aspect. Compared with him, the omegas in the pack are too tiny, maybe too small enough he would break them as soon as mating started.

Until he met you. 

You were a prisoner of war but he could tell you were different. You showed no fear towards him, at least not in the way he expected. The potent aroma of wood, combined with the scents of gun oil and whiskey, didn't not cause you to flinch; instead, you leaned in to inhale his scent.

Heat, that for sure, both of you were in rut. You felt a strong attraction towards one another, and there were no emotional obstacles in your way─the anger over the destruction of your clan paled in comparison to your instincts and those of a dominant alpha. 

Mingi's instincts were also flaring, telling him two things: you were a healthy breeder, and you were in need of being pinned down. His eyes ran over your form, your curve, making him wonder for a moment exactly how many rounds you could take without needing a little, or a long rest. 

Of course, he would find it out. 

"You'd love my dick, don't you? So big for you…little bunny" Mingi positioned himself behind you, leveling his dripping dick with your pussy. His girthy cock just fit perfectly between your tight asses. You could feel every vein scraping every inch of your skin as he rocked his hips. 

"Yes..I love it…" You found yourself answering him without thinking. All was overwhelmed and you could only follow your omega instincts. 

"I'm going to fill you with my pups, you get it?" He kept his hands on the top of your butt, spreading it each time he thrust with rhythm to give more space to his throbbing cock. Translucent white liquid oozed from the swollen tip, flowing down along the curve and soaking your buttcrack. The sticky feeling made him let out a low roar— oh, it must be good to fill you up with his seeds, his pups. And you'll be the omega who's heavy with his cums, the mother of his kids. 

"Pretty…pretty…pretty…my…my…my…"

Slightly rapid breathing mixed with sweet, broken whispers that barely reached your ears, your brain spinning from the overwhelming lust and overstimulation. What you could do was ass in the air, lay on the wet mattress that soaked with both of your sweat and cums that evidence of previous multiple orgasms and let him do all the things he wants. 

He guided his long, thick dick to your clit, which was red and swollen from the rough eating out and fingering. Lining up against your entrance, he dragged his tip up and down from your pussy to the leaking clit before starting to split you in half. 

God — he is big, too big for your tiny frame. But he will make it fit —no—he must. You've never been stretched like this – different from his fingers and tongue – it's thicker, longer and harder. You couldn't think straight, your heat driving your instincts into overdrive. All you knew was you wanted to submit to him, let him breed you. 

He slammed his hips into you, giving your cunt a number of harsh slap while his fat knot met your pussy with a loud patting sound. The excitement from the tightness and the warmth of your ruined cunt caused him to let out a low groan. The white seed oozed out as his tip met your spongy walls harshly, purposely. 

The pain was sharp, but in a perfect way. Shattered moans and soft whimpers escaped your tongue, his every push driving the oxygen out of your lungs. He didn't pause, didn't relent, not for a goddamn second.

A thin strand of sperm trickled down to the knot, swaying with his thrust, the seeds cascading down your legs, as if he were claiming you in every conceivable manner.

"I'm going to fill you up, make you round and heavy with our puppies. They'll be strong and healthy, like their father. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes…" You managed to say, shivering at his possessive tone and the promise of being bred full. "Please..I want that." You could almost picture it, could almost feel the weight of the pup inside you, and it made your heart ache with a primal need. "Fill me up." 

"Mate." He let out a low growl, repeating it over and over, as if it was the only thing he knew. "Mine, Mine, Mine." 

His fingers suddenly moved up, grasping your waist tightly as he leaned down to press his cock deeper. He tugged your body back to meet his hips slap, his tip gave a harsh crush to the entrance of your reproductive cavity. A high note gasp tore from your chest as your fist curled around the material of the mattress, clinging to it like a lifeline. 

"Let me in, dear." That was not a beg, a plea but a command. Both of his hands grabbed the headboard as a support, his knuckles turning white as he shoved his tip deeper and deeper. Every snap of his dick made the cheap bunk creak. The base of the knot attempted to squeeze in your vaginal, humping your fold around his ball. 

A tingling sensation coursed through your limbs like a jolt of electricity as the climax drew near. There was a need for release, a need to push forward. He knew you; the way your entrance would slightly part each time he arrived there made his alpha instincts roar.

A low groan came out from his body as he quickened his pace, tapping the same spot with the same force and speed. "Fuck…yes…!!" The orgasm brought both of you to heaven. He slammed one—two— times to finally shove his knot to fit in your velvet vaginal. 

The sperm surged forth in a stream, enveloping you completely and saturating every nook and cranny. He continued to move, fully sinking down his cock within your cunt  until he hit the most profound depth, then pulled back just a bit before plunging in once more.

"You feel my knot, hm? So big and good, right?" His hand climbed on your neck, tightening around it firmly but not painful. His murmurs were akin to venom, his pure, unbridled need compelling you to yield to him, permitting him to mark you with his wood, whiskey and gun oil scent.

"Yes…alpha…" "My good girl…" He brought you into a lazy yet full of possessive kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to deepen the kiss. Now, you are his forever omega. 

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

cod men with fussy wives

cw. fluff, innuendo, cunnilingus, lovemaking, reader is a bit insufferable but she means well. SMUT

synopsis. price, simon and johnny with very naggy wives who show them love and care they've never experienced before

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john price

john is the typical gruff, stern guy who knows when to be serious, calm, or regulated, but around his wife, all he is is soft. he spends all day gritting his teeth during combat, pushing through with wounds the size of golf balls and scolding recruits when they fuck up, and so when he's on leave for a few days to see you, all he wants to do is relax, make love to you, eat your cooking, and maybe go fishing or do some home renovations. you, however, have a different plan. you're on his ass the second he gets home. not that he minds too much. you're too beautiful to be annoyed at.

he's sitting on the couch trying to eat a biscuit, and you gently pry it out of his hands mid bite. "john, did you take your omega-3s today?"

he signs, hand grazing your hip as you stand in front of him. "no, love. not today. but i used that nicotine patch you told me to use to help with the smokin'."

your eyes light up. "you're using them, darling?"

his heart thuds pridefully at your reaction, like it usually does when you call him darling in that dreamy little tone of voice.

"wore 'em everyday for ya, m'love," he murmurs, reaching for your hips so he can tug you gently to stand between his knees. "damn if i don't like a good smoke, but i like my woman's happiness a little more."

you giggle, nuzzling your nose into his hair, relishing in the pleasant, clean scent. "just a little?"

he laughs, bringing you into a sitting position on his knee. "a lot, love. y'said it's no good for m'lungs, and i wanna be around long enough to see our grandbabies. can't have that if 'm coughin' up ash everyday."

your lip wobbles. "oh john," you coo, lacing you arms around his neck tightly. you're so proud of him that you feel your eyes start to well up. you nuzzle your face into his neck to hide the way you're getting so emotional. you're so proud of him. "there there..." he bounces you in his lap a little to soothe you. "you're the sweetest lil' thing, aren't ya? takin' care of me so good. wouldn't know what to do without you."

you sniffle and snuggle into him so tight that you're nearly suffocating.

he tries to act like the fussing annoys him most times, but really, he relishes in it. he rarely smokes unless he's very stressed and isn't a heavy drinker. after all, you told him, "don't drink if you're looking for an escape from your problems, m'kay? 's what i'm here for."

his health's never been better.

what happens if he doesn't wanna be nagged one particular day?

he's been on edge all morning. one of the younger dogs knocked the sheep pen open early this morning and let half a dozen of them loose, and price has been running around like his head's on fire trying to corral them back inside and soothe the other distressed sheep. he just got back in all sweaty and stressed, drinking a large mug of coffee. then a second. third. on the fourth, you stepped in, suggesting that he might wanna slow down, and he snapped. "god's sake woman, d'you ever let up? i don't need a bloody nanny all the time. enough with the naggin' "

you shut up immediately, drawing your hand back with your brows scrunched.

slowly, you stop asking about his vitamins. stop shoveling extra greens on his plate. stop massaging rosemary oil into his hair at night. you stop. it's relieving for about fifteen minutes. then, he's disturbed. the silence brings him no peace whatsoever. he lasts until the evening of the same day, and he corners you while you're making dinner, hugging you from behind. "darlin'," he murmurs into your ear, mouthing at the lobe.

no answer. he huffs, dragging you against him and pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down your ear, along your jaw, to your throat, where he licks a broad stripe back up to your sweet spot. "c'mon darlin', 'm sorry. you know i get heated fast, hm?" his big hands travel along your body, his left now splaying on your breast, and the right squeezing your hip. "just had a terrible morning, nearly lost our sheep, had to run around like an idiot for an hour... 'n i lost my cool with you. 's not okay, i know."

"hate it when you raise your voice at me, john." you say softly, and his heart just about breaks. he didn't mean to, really. he loves when you're bossy with him. it shows you care and it's incredibly sexy. he'd just been very irate this particular morning. he's been with you years and hasn't complained seriously about the nagging ever, and he's not about to start now.

he squeezes your tit in his palm and kisses your cheek. "i know beautiful, i know. i love you s'much, hm? gonna make it up to you..."

he's on his knees behind you soon after, eating your pussy under your dress while you try to cook. his tongue laps at your soaked hole, causing his beard to get soaked with your juices. the thick hair scratches pleasantly against your folds while the spoon you're holding clatters onto the counter, your eyes fluttering shut and hands scrabbling forwards for something to hold - you settle on the heavy stand mixer ahead of you.

he's apologizing with a mouthful of your pussy, hands squeezing your ass and giving your thighs a little pinch any time you try to close 'em.

" 'm sorry. need you fussin', darling, alright? don't ever stop." your breath hilts each time his tongue drags upwards and flattens over your clit. his nose keeps nudging your ass because his big hands keep you spread wide for him.

you sway a little, thighs trembling with the overwhelming amount of pleasure he's inflicting on you, but all he does is grunt and pull you back against his face harder. "this what it takes t'get you talkin' to me again?" he rasps against your cunt. "fine, i'll eat this sweet fuckin’ pussy 'til you forgive me."

you gasp when he sucks on your clit and tips you forward so you're fully presented for him, tongue fucking in and out of your sloppy hole. the food you were tying to make is long forgotten at this point, but he doesn't care at all. all he wants to stuff his face with anyway is your sloppy cunt.

"john, mmh!" you cry out, thighs clamping around his head, but he smacks your ass hard and shoves your thighs wide once more.

"no, no, you'll take it," he grunts. "this is my apology, yeah? let me make it right an' show you how much i love your fussin'. "

you cream onto his face with a loud whine. grinding against his chin and into his mouth, and even then, he continues for a second round, mouthing at your folds and mumbling, "couple more, wife. apology's not done."

johnny "soap" mactavish

johnny's a firecracker and a wildcard. he lives on the edge and likes the unknown that comes with being reckless and unprepared. but when he met, dated, and then married you, he did have to learn to exert some degree of control over himself and his life, because damn you're a very meticulous, bossy little thing. not that he minds. having his woman fuss over him and baby him and give him extra special treatment all day, every day doesn't really feel punishing. your fussing is basically foreplay for him.

you'll tell him, "johnny, you're not going on a run with a level 6 UV outside with no sunscreen on. cmere so i can put it all on you."

"...whatever tha' means."

you frown. "johnny, you're not funny. a level 6 is dangerous. cancerous without protection."

he chuckles. "you just want an excuse to rub y'lil hands all over me, ain' that right?"

"johnny!"

you literally have to tackle him onto the living room floor sometimes to rub sunscreen on his face, because he keeps dodging you and laughing. squirming like a kid while you try to get his ears and nose. "you won't wanna shag me if i've got white goo all over m'cheeks, lass, 'm not havin' it."

"you'll thank me when you don't have skin cancer in twenty years," you huff, massaging the liquid into his cheeks while you straddle him. it's the only way he'll ever sit still anyway. his hands reach up to paw at your hips, and he tilts his head, smiling up at you.

"y'look s'cute on top o' me, don't ya?" he coos, giving your ass a playful slap. you roll you eyes and squeeze his cheek in retaliation, and he laughs and continues. "do y'love me more now that i've been properly slathered?" he teases, raising his brows as you finish rubbing in the last bit of cream.

you kiss his forehead. "only a little."

he smiles. "hm. maybe i should scald myself in the sun so you can love me up more."

"johnny."

"…right, right. responsible. m'havin' a growth arc for m'wife,"

"are you?"

"…no. but m'health has improved dramatically since y'started bullyin' me into slatherin' my skin twice a day."

you lean in so your lips brush his "that's cause i want you around forever, dummy."

johnny smiles softer at your words, tugging you down so your forehead rests on his and his beefy arms wrap around you. "i know," he hums, kissing your lips softly. " 'm not goin' anywhere, bonnie. not if i can help it."

what happens if he doesn't wanna be nagged one particular day?

he'd got home only yesterday from being deployed for several weeks. he hadn't seen his loving wife in ages, and the distance didn't do to well on him mentally. he's really not in the mood for fussing. he just needs to eat, fill you up with his cum a few times tonight, and go to bed.

you, however, had been nagging him the minute he came home. needing a breather, he offered to go grab groceries and run errands, hoping that the little break would help him cool off so he didn't snap at you. he's never raised his voice at you, and he doesn't plan on it today.

but when he got back with a dark bottle of bourbon...

"baby? did you only offer to go so you could buy that nonsense? i told you i hate when you drink-"

he interrupts you. "for fuck's sake, can I breathe without you hoverin'? you're not my mum."

you glare at him. not the sweet glare when you're admiring him, or the shy one, or the deadpan one when he does something dumb and you pretend to be mad at him, the angry wife one. oh, he is not a big fan of this look.

weirdly, though, instead of telling him how rude that was and that he knows you're just trying to look out for him, you turn and walk away in an eerie, icy silence. fuck, this isn't good. "bonnie, c'mon. i didnae mean that. c'mere,"

you swat his hand away lightly, deciding you won't be "mothering" him anymore. and so in the following days, you don't tell him to put on sunscreen. you don't pout when he only sleeps four hours. you barely touch him or look at him.

he tries to charm you at first, knowing how much of a sucker you are for his flirting and pretty words, but it doesn't work this time. you don't bite or get on his case or boss him in the way that makes him hard as hell. no shoving his chest when he gets too close or mewling "johnny please," when he teases you. none of it.

you've been eerily polite, and it's driving him mental. on the second day of this, he tries to nuzzle into your neck while you're folding laundry, whispering, "miss you s'much baby, 'm gonna make it up to you properly tonight."

you pull away and hand him rolled up socks. "drawer." he watches you for a moment, hands slack by his sides, socks limp in his grip.

you're distant. johnny's not good with distance from you. the next day, he's extremely restless, wandering around you like a lost puppy in only a pair of sweats sitting low on his hips, hoping you'll come put that greasy spf you always fuss about all over him. he even lies out on the balcony chair for a full twenty minutes in the sun just to bait you, but you give him nothing. you do spare him a glance periodically through the glass door, but you say nothing. he ends up with a sunburn on his chest and the bridge of his nose.

that night, when you dont wiggle into his chest like normal or ask if he had a vitamin after he ate dinner, he turns to his side to face you, needing to put an end to your stonewalling. "bon."

you hum. he can't tell if it's acknowledgement or just the sound you make when you're falling asleep.

"c'mon," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest. "i wasn't nice to you, i know that. didn' mean to be a dick. just been so stressed 'n on edge 'n i spoke outta turn."

while you're deciding whether or not to believe him, he gets closer, forehead nudging yours. "i'll pour the bourbon down the sink tomorrow," he says quietly. "swear it."

your fingers toy with the hem of his sleep shirt. it's the first time in days you've touched him without pushing him away. "you can drink if you want to." you murmur, twisting the fabric in your hands. " 'm sorry if i'm being overbearing."

"y'not, baby." he kisses your cheek. "just wanna do whatever makes you happy. you're the boss, aren't you?"

you wake up the next morning with his head between your legs, slow and steady, taking his time kissing down your body, from your tummy, to your hip, down to your inner thigh, and then your tender core.

his big palms wrap around the backs of your thighs and pull them over his shoulders, locking you in place while his mouth sucks and works at your pussy. he's so focused that he's making pleased little groans, crotch rutting absentmindedly against the mattress. he's grateful to have you back in his arms and your pussy, dripping and sweet as nectar, accessible to him once more, but he needs to make you cum to really feel forgiven.

he's slow and paced, kissing on you like he's starved. the slow drag of his tongue through your folds and the way his lips close over your clit and suck just softly enough to make your thighs tremble is euphoric, and you find yourself blanking on why you were mad at him to begin with.

his arms are wrapped around your thighs so firm you can barely move. and every time you try to squirm, he groans low and pulls you right back down, nose buried, face flushed and mouth messy. you can feel his beard brushing you, scratchy and warm, and your fingers automatically slide into his hair. "that's it, baby," he mumbles between pussy kisses. "lemme say sorry proper."

you whimper, back arching when he flattens his tongue against your clit and gives it a slow, firm swirl. he just groans again with enjoyment when you close your thighs around his head. he loves being smothered. he doesn't even care if he breathes, as long as you're happy and in love with him. when your pleasure crests and you cum on his face, he licks at your folds firmer, dragging that orgasm out of you. he keeps his mouth on you, gentler now. just soft licks and little kisses, tongue soothing over your puffy folds while his big hands rub slow circles into your thighs.

he doesn't stop until your hand in his hair goes limp. you sigh, letting him kiss back up your body to give you a little break before he goes back for more. he rests on your chest, nuzzling into your flesh gently. "you're forgiven, johnny." you huff, a little tired.

he grins, mouth still wet, eyes gleaming with relief. "thank fuck. boss me all you want, love. swear it gets me hard, anyway."

simon "ghost" riley

simon riley is commanding. he’s the most domineering presence in any room he walks in. makes the greatest of men lower their gaze when he approaches. he's taken down large enemy groups all on his own, has killed men with his bare hands, and… he comes home to you telling him "you can't eat that, baby. it's got monosodium glutamate in it. that makes you sick, remember?" and listens every time.

"…right," he'll say after a pause. "forgot abou' that. what d’you want me to eat then?"

he'd drop the bag of crisps he picked up on his way home with the god forsaken MSG in it the second you mentioned it and would nod. "mm. wouldn' wan' to spoil my dinner anyway, right love?" while gently taking you into his arms and pressing his lips to yours.

you're not controlling, either. the fussing is very particular. typically just a soft, offhand reminder from the only person in the world who really knows and prioritizes him before anything else. you love him so much and this is part of the way you show it. how could he complain?

you know everything about him, which is huge, considering he is a man of few words and is dreadful at being vulnerable. you know what wrecks his stomach, what gives him headaches, how he gets irritable and loopy when he doesn't sleep at least six hours in the night. you know his favorite clothing fabric and how he just wants to hold you when he's upset.

your voice is so warm and quietly certain that he has to listen every time. once you advise him not to do something, everything in him short circuits. his brute force logic disappears. because you say no, or "you shouldn't si, take this instead," and it's a done deal.

you don't even realize what it does to him, how something as simple as your concern twists itself into a soft knot in his stomach, how it makes him ache, not because you're bossing him, but because you're taking car and watching over him in a way no one else does.

he often glares at you and raises a brow ever so slightly at the way you, a tiny thing with big, expressive eyes and pouty lips just told a tank of a man what to do and expected him to listen.

he does though. listens to your bossy ass every time. and for all his stoicism, the man melts under your fussing.

he's in the shower with you brought that annoying cleanser you insist he needs to use every night and wash it off after thirty seconds because he's got sensitive skin.

"love. this shit's greasy."

"it's hydrating, si. good for your skin. protects the barrier."

"don't wan' hydrating."

you rub into his cheekbones anyway while his eyes are locked on you and his breath comes out slow and heavy. you're standing between his legs in the steam, having him lower his head slightly so you can reach your hands into his short hair once you've finished with the cleanser. you're squinting up at him, so serious as you massage something into his scalp like you're not both bare, soaked, and pressed up against each other.

simon has both massive hands holding your waist while he backs you into a corner of the shower, letting you fuss about exfoliants and scalp health with your tits smushed against his body and your eyes fixed on his face and not his cock nudging against your body, aching and swollen from the sight of you. he's trying to focus but he's so distracted by your body, the way you smell, and how soft you are in his hands.

you tilt your head up, rub a little cream into his hair, mumbling, "gotta keep your scalp health up to par, si", and he loses it.

simon grabs your face in both hands and pushes his mouth against yours, catching you off guard. you squeak into his mouth, and he groans and takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, water pouring down both of you, beard scratchy on your chin.

"god," he mutters hoarsely between kisses, "you fuss over me like I’m your bloody housepet."

you let out another noise in his mouth, not knowing if that means he hates it or not, but he nips your lower lip, trails his lips along your jaw and up to your ear. " 's a good thing, love. don't pout."

you moan softly, tilting your head to give him more access to your neck and jaw. the reassurance felt great, and you find yourself melting into his touch.

" 'm gonna fuck you," he mutters, voice cracked with need, hand already sliding down your back to grip your ass. "righ' now. can't take it anymore." you look up through your lashes, lashes wet, lip caught in your teeth.

"but you still have conditioner in," you stare up at him coyly.

"finish after. s'not like 'm goin' anywhere."

what happens if he doesn't wanna be nagged one particular day?

simon didn't mean to snap at you. the harsh tone came out by itself. it's just that he's so tired and sore, joints in his body stiff with exhaustion. all he needs is a breather for five minutes, but you're there by the kitchen counter when he gets home. "hi baby! why don't you start with some of the stir fry i made! dunno if drinking black tea on an empty stomach is the best idea."

normally, he'd melt for your nagging and let you tug the tea bag and mug out of his hands and shove a plate of the lunch you made and a cup of water in his hands instead, and then kiss you stupid for giving a shit, but today, he bristles.

"jesus christ, can i just eat what i want for once?" his voice comes out sharp and cold in a tone he's never used on you before.

you blink, lips parting as you stand frozen in place with the wooden spoon you were using to cook laying limply in your hand. your mouth opens and then closes, and you give him a faint little nod and turn away.

he immediately notices your silence. you're never silent like this, so when you give him a faint little nod and walk off, he knows he screwed up bad. he stews on his stupidity for hours, up until you're laying in bed beside him and not once have you reminded him to put on that charcoal mask you always insist "draws out toxins."

you're just sitting beside him. not even sulking, just indifferent. you know what you're doing, of course. and it's working. he stares at the ceiling for a while, grinding his molars, heart pounding in his chest. he clears his throat in hopes of getting your attention and fails.

"not g'na remind me about the mask tonight?"

you flip a page. "no. thought you didn't want to be nagged."

he winces.

"didn’ mean it like that, sweetheart."

"right." you're still not looking at him or touching him.

he can't survive without your fussing much longer. he doesn't have your eyes on him or your little giggles or your hands all over him and sweet night routines and it's making him crazy.

he sits up and breathes in deeply, before reaching for you quietly. you glance over with confusion just as he peels your book out of your hands. "what are you..?"

he's already tugging you across the bed, laying you down on the bed before peeling off your clothes. "simon! wh-what are you doing?" you glare up at him with confusion, squirming under him as he shimmies your panties down your legs and tossing it to the floor.

"apologizin' to m'wife."

he scoops you up and places you on his face with no warning, your pussy lined up with his mouth. he holds you there, palms spread over your ass, fingers sinking into your soft flesh, before diving in.

he groans like a starved man the second he licks into you. his tongue is slow at first, sliding between your folds, and lapping at your soft, juicy pussy. you're still half mad but you can't stop the way your head tips back as he sucks your clit into his mouth and holds it there. you squeal, bucking your hips to try and get away from the overwhelming amount of pleasure, but he doesn't let up, tilting you hips up a little so he can slip his tongue into your soaked hole.

he tongues your entrance and licks you open messily, making you squirm into his mouth. you pull at his hair and try to lift yourself off, whining. "s-simon... s'too much..!"

he slaps your ass. "you don't get to leave me like that, love. won't let you be mad at me."

[littlefireball]

ʏꜱ|[ᴍ]|ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ

Doberman Hybrid!Yeosang x 9th member fox hybrid f!reader Smut warning Word count: 854 Summary: Not the lips on your face but another.   Drabble masterlist / 9th member AU

As the mating season drew near, your arousal intensified, and your body felt hot and restless. With very few inhibitors remaining, returning to Korea for more supplies during the tour was not an option. You decided to hold off on using inhibitors until the urge became unbearable.

It's just that discomfort is especially pronounced now.

Usually, you would turn to Seonghwa or Yunho for help, but both are tied up with their own schedules. Therefore, you asked your roommate, Yeosang, for help. Surprisingly, he not only agreed right away but even so skilled.

"Just let me take care of you." Yeosang murmured before leaning in, his mouth hovering over your leaking slit, his tongue peeking out to tease you just a little bit more. 

"Don't tease—" Your breath almost stopped as he finally gave in to give you the attention your weeping cunt has been craving. The first touch of his lips was just a gentle, light kiss, and yet it was enough to cause the heat to gather in the right place. His head tilted slightly as he kissed and licked your fold in slow and languid pace. Occasionally, his tongue would flick out, teasing the sensitive bud in gentle circles, savoring the juices that flowed from the hole. 

For the first time eating you out, he might be so talented that you started to wonder if he has practiced countless times. 

You found yourself arching your hips towards his moist lips, yearning for more contact and friction to push you toward climax. Of course, he knew it. His gaze was fixed on your tilted head, absorbing the sight of your chest rising and falling with each heavy breath before he took your bud into his mouth with a firm suck. The action elicited a sharp gasp from you, your fingers involuntarily tightening their grip on his hair. His tongue flicked over the swollen bud gently once, twice, and then he closed his lips around it, sucking softly. 

"You like that?" He looked up at you, his words a soft exhalation against your reddedn slit, his fingers began to dance over your hips as he continued his ministrations, his pace becoming little faster as he added in pressure. 

"Ye…yes…" You managed to answer barley, earning a smug smile from his lips. "Good." Before his words fully came out, he gave your core a few more wet kisses. He slowly licked a long stripe up your fold, making sure to let you feel his tongue lapping and circling around your redden bud. His hot breath landed on your skin as he let out a low hum, the sound vibrating against your core. 

"So…" Yeosang suddenly stopped, pulling back with a smirk to lock his gaze with yours. "...sensitive…" He pressed a soft kiss before continuing to murmur, "Although we can't fuck because of the company's rules…they didn't say I can't use my tongue and fingers…" 

His fingers found their ways to your leaking cunt, teasing along the fold before beginning to split you in half. He hissed between his teeth, the sudden intrusion making his breath hitch in his chest. Your fluffy tail curled up, the fur puffing up as he sank even deeper. 

"Yeosang…!!" The sound of your voice, breathless and pleading, sending a shiver down his spine. He loved the way you moaned his name. It was a prayer, a curse, a plea. 

"Shh…don't be too loud…" The dip of his tongue worked without mercy, relentless and hungry. He dragged it with deliberate slowness over your folds while punctuating the words by dragging a finger over your arousal, coating it with your slickness before pressing it into you. "Or we will be caught…" 

"I-I'll…try…" You managed to gasp out, though your body betrayed the words as you began to writhe beneath him. The tip of his tongue pressed into you, swirling around and against your folds as he sought out every sensitive spot. Between his mouth and his hands, Yeosang felt himself nearing the edge of his own control. You trembled against him, your tail brushing and sweeping against his arm as he gave you a slight bite. 

God…he loved it. He could just eat you out for hours until you passed out because of overstimulation.

Yeosang pulled back for a moment, breath ragged, his hair damp and sticking against his birthmark. "Look at you…" He whimpered, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you. "Bet you'd look even better if you come on my lips…" His face divided back between your thighs, he lapped at your clit, the warmth of his tongue a sharp contrast to the cold sensation of your wet skin. 

"Sangie…Sangie…" The soft, sweet whine made him almost snap. He knew you were close, so close to reaching climax. He didn't stop, didn't slow. His fingers continued to move, to hit, to slap, prolonging your pleasure, dragging it out until you were shaking, until the climax tiring you out.  

It's just what you two may not realize is just how thrilled the hybrids out there become due to the pheromones you release during your orgasm.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ʏꜱ|[ᴍ]|ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ

Doberman Hybrid!Yeosang x 9th member fox hybrid f!reader Smut warning Word count: 854 Summary: Not the lips on your face but another.   Drabble masterlist / 9th member AU

As the mating season drew near, your arousal intensified, and your body felt hot and restless. With very few inhibitors remaining, returning to Korea for more supplies during the tour was not an option. You decided to hold off on using inhibitors until the urge became unbearable.

It's just that discomfort is especially pronounced now.

Usually, you would turn to Seonghwa or Yunho for help, but both are tied up with their own schedules. Therefore, you asked your roommate, Yeosang, for help. Surprisingly, he not only agreed right away but even so skilled.

"Just let me take care of you." Yeosang murmured before leaning in, his mouth hovering over your leaking slit, his tongue peeking out to tease you just a little bit more. 

"Don't tease—" Your breath almost stopped as he finally gave in to give you the attention your weeping cunt has been craving. The first touch of his lips was just a gentle, light kiss, and yet it was enough to cause the heat to gather in the right place. His head tilted slightly as he kissed and licked your fold in slow and languid pace. Occasionally, his tongue would flick out, teasing the sensitive bud in gentle circles, savoring the juices that flowed from the hole. 

For the first time eating you out, he might be so talented that you started to wonder if he has practiced countless times. 

You found yourself arching your hips towards his moist lips, yearning for more contact and friction to push you toward climax. Of course, he knew it. His gaze was fixed on your tilted head, absorbing the sight of your chest rising and falling with each heavy breath before he took your bud into his mouth with a firm suck. The action elicited a sharp gasp from you, your fingers involuntarily tightening their grip on his hair. His tongue flicked over the swollen bud gently once, twice, and then he closed his lips around it, sucking softly. 

"You like that?" He looked up at you, his words a soft exhalation against your reddedn slit, his fingers began to dance over your hips as he continued his ministrations, his pace becoming little faster as he added in pressure. 

"Ye…yes…" You managed to answer barley, earning a smug smile from his lips. "Good." Before his words fully came out, he gave your core a few more wet kisses. He slowly licked a long stripe up your fold, making sure to let you feel his tongue lapping and circling around your redden bud. His hot breath landed on your skin as he let out a low hum, the sound vibrating against your core. 

"So…" Yeosang suddenly stopped, pulling back with a smirk to lock his gaze with yours. "...sensitive…" He pressed a soft kiss before continuing to murmur, "Although we can't fuck because of the company's rules…they didn't say I can't use my tongue and fingers…" 

His fingers found their ways to your leaking cunt, teasing along the fold before beginning to split you in half. He hissed between his teeth, the sudden intrusion making his breath hitch in his chest. Your fluffy tail curled up, the fur puffing up as he sank even deeper. 

"Yeosang…!!" The sound of your voice, breathless and pleading, sending a shiver down his spine. He loved the way you moaned his name. It was a prayer, a curse, a plea. 

"Shh…don't be too loud…" The dip of his tongue worked without mercy, relentless and hungry. He dragged it with deliberate slowness over your folds while punctuating the words by dragging a finger over your arousal, coating it with your slickness before pressing it into you. "Or we will be caught…" 

"I-I'll…try…" You managed to gasp out, though your body betrayed the words as you began to writhe beneath him. The tip of his tongue pressed into you, swirling around and against your folds as he sought out every sensitive spot. Between his mouth and his hands, Yeosang felt himself nearing the edge of his own control. You trembled against him, your tail brushing and sweeping against his arm as he gave you a slight bite. 

God…he loved it. He could just eat you out for hours until you passed out because of overstimulation.

Yeosang pulled back for a moment, breath ragged, his hair damp and sticking against his birthmark. "Look at you…" He whimpered, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you. "Bet you'd look even better if you come on my lips…" His face divided back between your thighs, he lapped at your clit, the warmth of his tongue a sharp contrast to the cold sensation of your wet skin. 

"Sangie…Sangie…" The soft, sweet whine made him almost snap. He knew you were close, so close to reaching climax. He didn't stop, didn't slow. His fingers continued to move, to hit, to slap, prolonging your pleasure, dragging it out until you were shaking, until the climax tiring you out.  

It's just what you two may not realize is just how thrilled the hybrids out there become due to the pheromones you release during your orgasm.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ᴏᴛ8|[ꜰ]|ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ

Warning: none Word counts: 816 Summary: That's how they take care of their little one. Drabble masterlist / 9th member AU

Squirrel Hybrid! Hongjoong, who tends to be grumpy and a bit mean, especially loves to nag and complain about how you're always darting around like a hyper little fluffy ball. But he never really intends to blame or scold you. He just watches you run or chase butterflies with a fond smile, shaking his head. If he happens to say something too harshly, he'll feel bad and leave some pine nuts or peanuts at your door as a way to make it up to you.

Bunny Hybrid! Seonghwa is so caring and gentle. He loves to buy all sorts of brushes to keep your fur clean and neat. He'll look up tips on YouTube or Google to learn the best ways to care for your fur. While holding the base of your tail, he brushes from the bottom to the top, gently working out any knots and checking for any peanuts you might have hidden in your tail. If Hongjoong gives you a hard time, you'll quickly seek out Seonghwa for some comfort. He'll just laugh a bit and let you vent, gently stroking your fur to help you relax, and before you know it, you're feeling better.

Golden retriever Hybrid! Yunho, your big bro, is all about playing and teasing every single day. You both hit the park together, chasing after everything—balls, frisbees, and even each other's tails! He'll sneak up behind you and sweep your paw, causing you to tumble over, and then you'll be right on his tail trying to give him a little smack. Or there are times when he'll just pin you down with his huge paw, pressing you under him to keep you cozy in his fur. All the struggles are pointless since he's just too big for you. But in the end, you'll cuddle together, using each other as pillows, and drift off to sleep.

Doberman Hybrid! Yeosang, the ultimate softie. Even though Dobermans are seen as tough, he's really quiet and gentle with you. He doesn't mind if you tap his ears or even give them a little nibble. He'll just dodge a bit but never pull away, letting you do whatever you want. Secretly protecting you, he'll keep an eye out for anything that might come your way with bad intentions. And of course, he'll provide you with all sorts of vitamins to ensure you're strong enough to stand up for yourself.

Cat Hybrid! San, who loves to play it cool, wants to show that his little one has a strong brother to look out for them. He's protective, maybe even a bit too much. You can always hear him saying, "be careful, little one," or "don't run too fast." He'll put his hand over your head when you get out of the car, even though you're too small to reach the top. But he only shows his adorable side around you (since others think it's a bit much), and he loves to invite you to a hybrid cafe (in a cute way). Sometimes, you might catch him nuzzling in your bed instead of his own.

Baby Chicken Hybrid! Mingi is as big as Yunho, which makes you question how he can still be a baby. But you totally get it when he flashes those signature puppy dog eyes at a watermelon. He'll vie for the title of princess in the group with you and might even get a bit jealous if he sees you getting too close with Yunho. But honestly, he's pretty easy to make happy (just act cute and share some watermelon) and treats you like his own sister (always taking you out to eat and covering the tab). It's just that sometimes his overly rational comments can sting a bit.

Black Cat Hybrid! Wooyoung is super clingy and loves sneaking into your room to mess around with your blankets or toys. That means you always end up smelling like him. He enjoys licking your fur and seizes every chance to give you kisses and playful nibbles, claiming he's into your pheromones. He tends to vanish at night, and you've heard he goes out biking along the Han River. You'll know all his favorite stuff and the latest happenings because he'll spill everything to you, and you'll just sit there listening quietly while he scratches your ears.

Bear Hybrid! Jongho is just lounging on the bed all day, to the point where you hardly ever see him step out of his room. Is he hibernating? But why is he acting like this in the summer? His room is spacious, yet it's pretty bare, so you love dashing into his room to play (because you can run around). When you get tired, you curl up and nap on his round belly. He's not a fan of skinship, but he puts up with your clinginess, and he secretly enjoys hugging you from behind, even if he won't admit it. He's super strong, so whenever you can't open or twist something, you always go to him first. He loves watching your ears bounce when you run to him (then he'll rub your ears and won't let go).

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ᴏᴛ8|[ꜰ]|ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ

Warning: none Word counts: 816 Summary: That's how they take care of their little one. Drabble masterlist / 9th member AU

Squirrel Hybrid! Hongjoong, who tends to be grumpy and a bit mean, especially loves to nag and complain about how you're always darting around like a hyper little fluffy ball. But he never really intends to blame or scold you. He just watches you run or chase butterflies with a fond smile, shaking his head. If he happens to say something too harshly, he'll feel bad and leave some pine nuts or peanuts at your door as a way to make it up to you.

Bunny Hybrid! Seonghwa is so caring and gentle. He loves to buy all sorts of brushes to keep your fur clean and neat. He'll look up tips on YouTube or Google to learn the best ways to care for your fur. While holding the base of your tail, he brushes from the bottom to the top, gently working out any knots and checking for any peanuts you might have hidden in your tail. If Hongjoong gives you a hard time, you'll quickly seek out Seonghwa for some comfort. He'll just laugh a bit and let you vent, gently stroking your fur to help you relax, and before you know it, you're feeling better.

Golden retriever Hybrid! Yunho, your big bro, is all about playing and teasing every single day. You both hit the park together, chasing after everything—balls, frisbees, and even each other's tails! He'll sneak up behind you and sweep your paw, causing you to tumble over, and then you'll be right on his tail trying to give him a little smack. Or there are times when he'll just pin you down with his huge paw, pressing you under him to keep you cozy in his fur. All the struggles are pointless since he's just too big for you. But in the end, you'll cuddle together, using each other as pillows, and drift off to sleep.

Doberman Hybrid! Yeosang, the ultimate softie. Even though Dobermans are seen as tough, he's really quiet and gentle with you. He doesn't mind if you tap his ears or even give them a little nibble. He'll just dodge a bit but never pull away, letting you do whatever you want. Secretly protecting you, he'll keep an eye out for anything that might come your way with bad intentions. And of course, he'll provide you with all sorts of vitamins to ensure you're strong enough to stand up for yourself.

Cat Hybrid! San, who loves to play it cool, wants to show that his little one has a strong brother to look out for them. He's protective, maybe even a bit too much. You can always hear him saying, "be careful, little one," or "don't run too fast." He'll put his hand over your head when you get out of the car, even though you're too small to reach the top. But he only shows his adorable side around you (since others think it's a bit much), and he loves to invite you to a hybrid cafe (in a cute way). Sometimes, you might catch him nuzzling in your bed instead of his own.

Baby Chicken Hybrid! Mingi is as big as Yunho, which makes you question how he can still be a baby. But you totally get it when he flashes those signature puppy dog eyes at a watermelon. He'll vie for the title of princess in the group with you and might even get a bit jealous if he sees you getting too close with Yunho. But honestly, he's pretty easy to make happy (just act cute and share some watermelon) and treats you like his own sister (always taking you out to eat and covering the tab). It's just that sometimes his overly rational comments can sting a bit.

Black Cat Hybrid! Wooyoung is super clingy and loves sneaking into your room to mess around with your blankets or toys. That means you always end up smelling like him. He enjoys licking your fur and seizes every chance to give you kisses and playful nibbles, claiming he's into your pheromones. He tends to vanish at night, and you've heard he goes out biking along the Han River. You'll know all his favorite stuff and the latest happenings because he'll spill everything to you, and you'll just sit there listening quietly while he scratches your ears.

Bear Hybrid! Jongho is just lounging on the bed all day, to the point where you hardly ever see him step out of his room. Is he hibernating? But why is he acting like this in the summer? His room is spacious, yet it's pretty bare, so you love dashing into his room to play (because you can run around). When you get tired, you curl up and nap on his round belly. He's not a fan of skinship, but he puts up with your clinginess, and he secretly enjoys hugging you from behind, even if he won't admit it. He's super strong, so whenever you can't open or twist something, you always go to him first. He loves watching your ears bounce when you run to him (then he'll rub your ears and won't let go).

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ꜱʜ|[ᴍ]|ʙɪᴋᴇʀ

Biker Seonghwa x Biker Reader Smut Warning Word count: 608 Summary: It may not be the best choice to allow you to sit in the front. Drabble Masterlist

Seonghwa found it hard to say no to your imploring eyes, so he agreed to let you take the wheel of his motorcycle while he settled in the back. It's not that your driving skills are lacking, nor that you have a penchant for racing at breakneck speeds─but the sensation of skin against skin continually tests his self-control.

As the motorcycle roars to life, the engine's low rumble is paired with a gentle vibration. Your body is pressed against his body, your pussy brushing against his half-erect dick. The fierce wind rushed past his lower body, and a sudden chill from his underwear prompts him to mutter a curse under his breath.

He knows. It isn't sweat.

His arms encircle your slender waist, and he can feel your stomach rise and fall rhythmically with each breath─just like when you lie beneath him, his hands resting on your belly, sensing the outline of his dick as it nestles deeply inside your little cunt and slightly rises, tracing the contours of your skin. 

Damn, he can't take it any longer. 

Lifting your shirt, his cool fingertips grazing your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. A smile spreads across his face as he notices your body tense up. He doesn't halt his movements, instead, he inches closer to the edge of your bra, gently tugging at it as if testing its limits.

"Don't." 

This caution, lacking any power, failed to deter his touch; rather, it spurred him on to ascend until it found its way into the cup. His fingers encircled two nipples, swirling and kneading, with his fingertips applying a torturously slow rub. You hold the handlebars firmly, making a concerted effort to focus on the path in front of you.

"Seonghwa…we're on the road."

"I suggest you focus." 

His eager hand slips beneath your panties, rubbing up and down on your sensitive clit through the damp fabric. Even the faintest caress is sufficient to elicit a moan from you, and your hips instinctively push back, seeking the pressure of his erection against your ass.

"You whore…already wet for me even though I barely touch you." His whispers were almost inaudible, yet his touch was enough to quicken your heartbeat, making it impossible to suppress the warmth pooling in your lower core. If this kept up, you would undoubtedly lose control and succumb to your climax---and crash. 

Naturally, he wouldn't allow that to happen.

The only thing keeping you upright was the motorcycle stand. You lay half-naked on the fuel tank, the hem of your shirt pulled up to your bra, exposing most of your back adorned with kiss marks, while your trousers lay discarded on the grass beside him.

Seonghwa took you repeatedly on the empty grass. His erect, throbbing tip seemed to be endlessly buried in your slick cunt, your folds stretching around his girth, feeling the pain of being filled. Thick semen had already encircled his veiny shaft due to multiple cumming, coating every inch of you. His balls slapped against your swollen pussy—which you feared was bruised—and the loud sound of flesh meeting flesh drowned out the distant hum of passing cars.

"God...fuck..." The thrill had rendered you nearly incoherent. Beads of sweat trickled from your temple to your chin, mingling with your saliva. He tangled one hand in your hair, pulling you back to arch for him. He lifted his head, greedily gasping for air, relishing the sensation of you moaning and glistening beneath him.

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to let you sit in the front.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ꜱʜ|[ᴍ]|ʙɪᴋᴇʀ

Biker Seonghwa x Biker Reader Smut Warning Word count: 608 Summary: It may not be the best choice to allow you to sit in the front. Drabble Masterlist

Seonghwa found it hard to say no to your imploring eyes, so he agreed to let you take the wheel of his motorcycle while he settled in the back. It's not that your driving skills are lacking, nor that you have a penchant for racing at breakneck speeds─but the sensation of skin against skin continually tests his self-control.

As the motorcycle roars to life, the engine's low rumble is paired with a gentle vibration. Your body is pressed against his body, your pussy brushing against his half-erect dick. The fierce wind rushed past his lower body, and a sudden chill from his underwear prompts him to mutter a curse under his breath.

He knows. It isn't sweat.

His arms encircle your slender waist, and he can feel your stomach rise and fall rhythmically with each breath─just like when you lie beneath him, his hands resting on your belly, sensing the outline of his dick as it nestles deeply inside your little cunt and slightly rises, tracing the contours of your skin. 

Damn, he can't take it any longer. 

Lifting your shirt, his cool fingertips grazing your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. A smile spreads across his face as he notices your body tense up. He doesn't halt his movements, instead, he inches closer to the edge of your bra, gently tugging at it as if testing its limits.

"Don't." 

This caution, lacking any power, failed to deter his touch; rather, it spurred him on to ascend until it found its way into the cup. His fingers encircled two nipples, swirling and kneading, with his fingertips applying a torturously slow rub. You hold the handlebars firmly, making a concerted effort to focus on the path in front of you.

"Seonghwa…we're on the road."

"I suggest you focus." 

His eager hand slips beneath your panties, rubbing up and down on your sensitive clit through the damp fabric. Even the faintest caress is sufficient to elicit a moan from you, and your hips instinctively push back, seeking the pressure of his erection against your ass.

"You whore…already wet for me even though I barely touch you." His whispers were almost inaudible, yet his touch was enough to quicken your heartbeat, making it impossible to suppress the warmth pooling in your lower core. If this kept up, you would undoubtedly lose control and succumb to your climax---and crash. 

Naturally, he wouldn't allow that to happen.

The only thing keeping you upright was the motorcycle stand. You lay half-naked on the fuel tank, the hem of your shirt pulled up to your bra, exposing most of your back adorned with kiss marks, while your trousers lay discarded on the grass beside him.

Seonghwa took you repeatedly on the empty grass. His erect, throbbing tip seemed to be endlessly buried in your slick cunt, your folds stretching around his girth, feeling the pain of being filled. Thick semen had already encircled his veiny shaft due to multiple cumming, coating every inch of you. His balls slapped against your swollen pussy—which you feared was bruised—and the loud sound of flesh meeting flesh drowned out the distant hum of passing cars.

"God...fuck..." The thrill had rendered you nearly incoherent. Beads of sweat trickled from your temple to your chin, mingling with your saliva. He tangled one hand in your hair, pulling you back to arch for him. He lifted his head, greedily gasping for air, relishing the sensation of you moaning and glistening beneath him.

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to let you sit in the front.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Come back for a short while. But disappear again after posting all. The writing style has changed a bit?

7/6 [M] Biker 

Biker Seonghwa x Biker Reader Summary: It may not be the best choice to allow you to sit in the front, right? 

7/12 [F] You are all Hybrids 

ATEEZ OT8 x 9th member f!reader Summary: That's how they take care of their little one. 

7/18 [M] First Kiss On Your Lips

Doberman Hybrid!Yeosang x 9th member fox hybrid f!reader Summary: Not the lips on your face but another.  

7/24 [M] [ABO] Breeding 

Big! Alpha Mingi x Omega Virgin Reader Summary: Mingi needs an omega to breed and here you are. 

7/30 [F] Double Jump

Part 2 of Lock screen password  Wooyoung x 9th member f!reader Summary: Are you afraid of bungee jumping alone? It doesn't matter, Wooyoung will jump with you. 

Main list

[littlefireball]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Come back for a short while. But disappear again after posting all. The writing style has changed a bit?

7/6 [M] Biker 

Biker Seonghwa x Biker Reader Summary: It may not be the best choice to allow you to sit in the front, right? 

7/12 [F] You are all Hybrids 

ATEEZ OT8 x 9th member f!reader Summary: That's how they take care of their little one. 

7/18 [M] First Kiss On Your Lips

Doberman Hybrid!Yeosang x 9th member fox hybrid f!reader Summary: Not the lips on your face but another.  

7/24 [M] [ABO] Breeding 

Big! Alpha Mingi x Omega Virgin Reader Summary: Mingi needs an omega to breed and here you are. 

7/30 [F] Double Jump

Part 2 of Lock screen password  Wooyoung x 9th member f!reader Summary: Are you afraid of bungee jumping alone? It doesn't matter, Wooyoung will jump with you. 

Main list

[littlefireball]

Dear all,

Lately, nothing much has been going on, and I've really lost my motivation to write. I think it's time to call it quits. I've faced this kind of thing before, but it feels different this time. After a lot of thinking, I've made up my mind to stop writing for now.

I really feel the ups and downs when it comes to my writing, and I often worry about what others think of my fics. Publishing something feels like a bit of a nightmare for me because I'm scared of disappointment and the thought that no one will appreciate my work. There have been so many times I've started writing but couldn't finish because I just felt like no one would care or that my writing wasn't good enough, which made me lose the motivation to continue. I realize this mindset isn't healthy, and I need to work on changing it.

I can't bring myself to delete this account since it holds some memories. So this account will be on hold for a while. I'm not sure if I'll pick up writing again later, but for now, I'm taking a break. I appreciate all the likes, all the reblogs and all the comments! (Hope we'll meet in the future)

By LittleFireBall

[littlefireball]

loser!könig with a high sex drive

can't convince me this man doesn't have an insanely high libido, especially after you took his virginity. this man is always craving sex, whether it be morning, before noon, noon, afternoon, evening, or night, this man is desperate to be between your legs.

he'll plead with you, aching for you to give him just another taste of how sweet you are, broad chest flush against your back as he grinds his hips against your plush rear.

his ears tipped red and flushed, mind going dumb at the slightest touch you'll give him, but it's not enough, mauschen. you're just too sweet, and too giving.

if you reject the poor man, he'll whine and sulk, but ultimately respect your wishes because he was grateful you stuck around after you had first split yourself open on his throbbing, hung cock. most women would've ran away, or gotten too mad at his persistence.

you can't be too mad at him, he doesn't talk with many women, not properly anyways. it's a miracle he even managed to bag you, you sweet thing.

you're so nice when he humps his massive cock against your folds, aching and oozing with precum as he lubes himself with your slick. drool leaking from his lips already onto your shoulder, his paws groping your breasts and his mind already hazy before he even slips his cock into your sweet warmth.

when he does, he cums so hard again, whining against your skin as he hopelessly ruts into your plush rear. he mumbles incoherently about how good you are to him, pleading with you to never leave as he once again shoves his cock deep into your spongy walls, most likely bruising your cervix as he reaches a second orgasm in a matter of thirty seconds. face flushed and sweat dampening his skin as he clings to you, pressing wet, open kisses to your neck. he listens to your sweet mewls as he keeps going, despite the sensitivity, because you deserve to cum for being so patient, schatz, such a sweet girl to such a brutish loser like himself.

[littlefireball]

your friends thinking your boyfriend, König, is actually your pet. you haven’t introduced him to them yet, just offhand comments about, “Oh— it’s getting a little late, I should go home. König probably misses me.”, or, “Oh, König would love this! [pet bowl for his cat]”. they hear you talk about how you have to be back home early, “He gets stressed out if I’m gone too long.”. maybe he’s a big dog breed? a poor thing with separation anxiety. “König fell asleep on my lap last night and I couldn’t get up for, like, two hours.”, your friends nodding along, they know the rules - you don’t get up if your pet falls asleep on you. “He got into my snacks last night. I couldn’t really be mad, his eyes got all wet and sad.”, awe, your pet has killer puppy dog eyes. with a little training your pet shouldn’t get into your food

color them shocked when they ask to see a photo and it’s a behemoth of a man, “Isn’t he cute? We’re going on a walk later.”